All language subtitles for Person of interest s01e08

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

I know because I built it.

I designed the machine to detect
acts of terror, but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving
ordinary people.

People like you.

Crimes the government
considered irrelevant.

They wouldn't act,
so I decided I would.

But I needed a partner.

Someone with the skills to intervene.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.

He's on his way there now.

What do we assume he knows?

Assume he knows everything.

All luggage and parcels...

...must be attended at all times.

Any items left unattended
will be removed by...

...and subject to search
by the MTA police.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Final boarding call
for the Eastbound Express, Track 18.

Final boarding call, Eastbound Express,
Track 18, all aboard.

No, thanks, I don't drink coffee.

Sencha green tea.

One sugar.

You've been paying attention.

Relax, Finch. It's just tea.

I haven't guessed
your favorite color yet.

New number.

Wallace Negel.

Born in Germany, 1946.
Immigrated to the U.S. In 1980.

Worked in international export,
good credit, perfect taxes.

- Wait a minute, are these dates right?
- You noticed.

Negel hasn't made
a single electronic transaction...

...in his own name
since December of 1987.

So where's he been for 24 years?

And why is he back?

I don't think there is a Negel.

Foreign background, boring life,
a job involving travel.

Spycraft 101. This is an alias.

I've used dozens of them.
I think Negel is a cover.

So where do we start?

Shortly before he disappeared
in 1987...

...Negel purchased
a cemetery plot in the Bronx.

I've checked, it's still there.

Why does a person who doesn't exist
need a cemetery plot?

Right?

- Might be worth a look.
- Hmm.

Where are you going?

If we're dealing with a spy
from the 1980s...

...I know of someone...

...who can provide us with the kind
of pre-digital information we need.

Things I can't find on computers.

All first editions.
The best available on German history.

The entire span of the Cold War would
do it, but specifically the 1980s.

And I'll be needing something
more precise than books.

I'm not sure what you mean.

How about
the Soviet submarine schematics...

...that you sold back
to Russian intelligence?

You registered that income
with IRS, FBI?

Be hard to run this store
from prison, don't you think?

Row 18, plot 20...

Hmm.

- What was the name?
- Wallace Negel.

Yeah. Before the country reunified...

...East Germany was the greatest
surveillance state the world has seen.

The Stasi knew everything.

I've read about them.
I'm a sucker for surveillance.

They had millions of hours
of wiretaps.

Sweat and body-odor samples.

I just need a name to go with an alias.

Real name Ulrich Kohl.

Part of an espionage team.

Oh, I've read about the Stasi teams.

Kohl's unit went around the world.
In and out of Western Europe, the U.S.

That's why he needed
American papers.

The team hunted down defectors and
neutralized them before they could talk.

Neutralized.

Where guys like him went,
people died.

Um, how did you know
about the submarine schematics?

Told you.

I'm a sucker for surveillance.

Looks like Kohl was in Europe
when the Wall fell.

Western authorities were hunting him,
so he ran to hide in the Soviet Union.

His wife, Anja, a secretary
at Stasi headquarters, ran with him.

But she was killed in a car accident
shortly after.

That was in 1987.

By '89, East Germany has collapsed,
the Stasi no longer exists...

...and Kohl was never heard
from again.

Well, he's here now.

Negel's cemetery plot?

It was a buried stash kit.
He dug it up a few hours ago.

What was in it?

If it was anything like the ones
I used to bury, IDs, weapons.

And definitely money.

So it seems Kohl the spy is back.

Hauffe?

Sorry?

Can I help you?

It can't be you.

We have something to discuss.

You're the new guy, right?

Let's go somewhere private
so we can talk.

You're Stanton and I'm...

No. You're not.

The ID NCS gave you didn't pass muster,
so you're nobody.

Which means I get to name you.

Wilson, maybe.

No.

- You should have a drink.
- I don't drink when I'm working.

No? Well, start.

You Tier 1 boys are
all the same. Tense.

Out here, tense gets us killed.

In your old job, you were
behind enemy lines for six, 12 months?

In this job, you never go back...

...because there is no line
to cross back over.

Never was.

Understand?

So you may as well get comfortable.

When you were in transit...

...did you see any old friends?

No.

Why are you asking?

We know about the ex-girlfriend.

Like I told you, you never go back.

The coin Kohl dropped
was an East German mark.

They've been out of circulation
everywhere since 1990.

But I found a rare coin exchange
in the city...

...where a whole set of marks
was sold this morning.

Let me guess, the seller was Ulrich Kohl.

Correct.

He used the store's phone,
waited for an answer, hung up...

...I traced the call to that address
in the West Village.

Apartment 4A.

Finch, we're too late.

Kohl called to make sure
he was home.

He was interrogated.

I'm going through more
of these records.

Kohl was part of a four-man team.

He shared trigger duties
with a team leader named Steiller.

They were backed up
by a document forger named Wernick...

...ah, and they reported to a case officer
named Hauffe for orders.

So who's this dead guy?

The apartment is leased
to Andrew Honem.

An unmarried, retired architect.

Kohl's job was killing defectors.

Sounds like this guy
might've been one.

Hang on, Finch.

Half the intelligence services in the world
were tracking these guys at one point.

But they were ghosts. Untraceable.

Finch, what was
the case officer's name again?

Hauffe.

This dead guy was Hauffe.

Kohl killed his Stasi teammate.

And he will kill again.

I don't know who you are
or how you know to be here.

But this is just the beginning.

Then this is gonna be a long day.

Finch, I got company.

BND. German intelligence.

He seemed to know
what went down here.

He also seemed sure Kohl
would kill again.

Detective Fusco.

Anonymous tip for you, Lionel.

- Look, you gotta stop calling me here.
- Homicide in the West Village.

The shooter might have others
planned today.

I left you a care package at the scene.

And I need you to find out
whatever he knows.

Well, I can't till someone calls
in a crime.

- You'll get a call. Shots fired.
- Were there shots fired?

There were now.

Hauffe's dead.

Who's next on Kohl's hit list?

I took an encrypted
phone from that German agent.

Every text is blocked
except for the one they were reading.

Julian Werner.

Werner is a Wall Street lawyer.

And...

...Werner is really Wernick. The forger.

Kohl's entire team is living
under aliases in New York.

The perfect place to disappear,
right, Finch?

These people were his teammates.

Why would he be hunting them
two decades later?

Kohl vanishes without a trace...

...and his teammates end up
living cushy lives in New York.

This could be revenge for something.
Maybe more than we know.

- The wife's death?
- Car crash?

She died in '87,
the same year he disappeared.

And I know a staged accident
when I see it.

We need to get to Wernick
before Kohl does.

I thought you were dead.

Still with a needle, I see.

What is it coated with?

Something fast.

- It's the least I could do for a colleague.
- How long have I got?

Long enough.

Where is your accent, Hauptmann?

We were advised...

...to blend in America.

I saw Hauffe this morning.

He was a good case officer.

He kept information on you
all these years.

You remember my Anja?

I called Werner's assistant.

He has lunch
at the same place every day.

On my way.

I remember.

I didn't know they would
go after her too.

But killing me
won't bring her back, Ulrich.

I told her...

...I would keep her safe.

What happened to you, Ulrich?

I paid...

...for my sins. For yours.

For the team.

The people who caught me
kept me in a hole.

But I never stopped thinking.

Planning.

It was long ago.

I let myself forget.

I did not have that luxury.

It was wrong, what we did.

You'll go after Steiller next?

Then...

...be at peace, my old friend.

- Call 911!
- Pardon me.

Excuse me.

I need an ambulance
at 4319th Street. Craftbar cafe.

Ma'am, stand back, please.

Weak pulse, but tachycardic. BP is 70/30.

Shallow respiration,
internal asphyxia, convulsions.

Guy's having a seizure.

What's going...? Hey.

You can't breathe. You have foam
in your nose and your mouth.

It's hydrocyanic acid.

They're gonna find us in four minutes.
I can save you, but you need to talk.

What did Kohl come for?

Why is he after all of you?

Kohl was killing their informants.
The Americans wanted him gone.

So you gave them Kohl?

They offered us a new life.

We traded Ulrich.

You were his team.

His friends.

A soldier deserves better.

I give you these and you live.

What happened after you defected?

They told us Kohl ran to the Soviets.

He and Anja.
The Americans went for him.

They got her too.

The car accident?

Ugh, yes.

Who will Kohl go after next?

Ste... Steiller.

He defected with the rest of you?
Hey, what's his alias?

I kept the lawyer alive,
but Kohl's not done yet.

Kohl's team betrayed him
and it got his wife killed.

They preserved themselves over him.

- This is as personal as it gets.
- So where's Steiller?

Finch, I saw the exact same pin
in Hauffe's apartment.

The Volks American Society
is an organization...

...for New York citizens
of German heritage.

When the team defected, they wouldn't
have been allowed to contact each other.

A German organization would give
all three a chance to meet in public.

So if Hauffe and Wernick
were members...

Then Steiller would've been too.

There were two crime scenes.

One in the West Village,
then Wall Street.

The same senior citizen wearing a gray
suit was seen fleeing both locations.

Wall Street. That's where the ambulance
was jacked earlier, right?

It sure was.
Read the description of who jacked it?

My guy?
How's he involved in this?

This guy was unconscious
at the first scene.

Nice bruises.

He say anything yet?
Like, who kicked his ass sideways?

Phone call.

Everything else is in German.

Either of these guys
look familiar to you?

We know you're German intel.
We know a lot.

If that's all you know, polizei,
then you don't know very much.

Tell me
about your homicidal geriatric.

Two crimes.

A very dangerous man at work,
and one agent trying to stop a killer?

It'd be a shame if we Polizei
couldn't help.

His name is Kohl.

He is a prisoner.

Arrested in an operation between
my government and yours 24 years ago.

He had become old, feeble,
they thought.

The order was given to transfer him
to a minimum security facility.

I'm guessing he escaped.

He's smart. And lethal.

And he killed Germans for years.

There is nothing more important than
putting him back.

Why not involve U.S. Authorities?

He was jailed without trial.

Kohl isn't supposed to exist.

No one wants
an international incident.

You aren't supposed to be operating
on U.S. Soil.

Where he goes,
people will keep dying.

Then help us. We want the same thing.

Don't say another word...
- You can't be in here.

This interview is over.
I am from the German Consulate.

And this is from
the U.S. State Department.

Orders to extradite him
back to Germany immediately.

The Volks American website wasn't even
using an open SSH secure proxy.

- I cloned their login form in seconds.
- Finch. The point?

I found the complete membership roster.
Hauffe and Wernick are both on it.

I'm running background checks
on the members.

Here. Michael Stegans.

A construction foreman from Newark.

Credit scores only go back to 1988.

- If the pattern follows...
- Then Stegans is really Steiller.

He's running a construction site
in Brooklyn.

I have his cell phone.

Hello?

Mr. Steiller?

I'm sorry, uh, uh,
I think you have the wrong number.

There's no time for games.
You need to listen.

Do you remember Ulrich Kohl?
He remembers you.

Just like he remembered
all his old Stasi colleagues.

He's on his way.

You're speaking of a dead man.

I knew this day would come.

You were too good.

I learned from the best.

I learned from you.

You were my friend.

You knew me.

You knew my wife.

She trusted you as much as I did.

You changed, Ulrich.

I watched what the missions did to you.
The darkness in your eyes.

You believed in the killing.

You trained me.

You made me what I was.

I believed in my country,
I believed in you.

We could not save you.

So you left Anja and me
to the hounds?

For some money and an apartment
in New York City?

I had to get out.

I was strong. I survived.

What they did to Anja, though...

...you will pay for that.

Wait. Wait, Ulrich.

There is something you don't know.

I was the only one who knew.

Hello?

Anja is alive?

She found me
a few years after we all defected.

She was more afraid of you
than anyone, Ulrich.

So you see, your revenge
was all for nothing.

Finch, we need to find Anja.

I think Kohl just added her to his list.

The car accident was faked.

She was his wife.
She betrayed him.

To a man like Kohl,
that makes her just as much a target.

We got a killer out there
and our best lead is getting deported.

You still got your vigilante looking.
That's not bad news.

You can't send a killer to catch a killer.

Your guy still gets results.

They'll take side streets to the airport.
Standard procedure.

Tell Fusco to send the GPS
tracker number for the consulate car.

I found their position, Mr. Reese.
But how do you intend to stop them?

Mr. Reese, I'm highly uncomfortable
being here.

I'm highly uncomfortable
having you here. But I need a spotter.

- Range it.
- I don't know, 500 yards?

Six.

Forty-five-degree oblique wind.

Three-quarter value wind speed.

- Very impressive, Finch.
- What if you miss?

I wouldn't know. Never have.

Stop.

We have diplomatic immunity.

- I'm not a diplomat.
- Unh! Who are you?

I'm the guy who still has time
to save Anja Kohl.

Now, I know she's alive.

- I need to know where.
- This man has nothing to say.

- Any communication would violate...
- There's nothing I can do.

Save her if you can.

Anna Klein. An address
in Morningside Heights.

It's Anja.

Anja isn't here, Kohl.

She's safe,
where you can't get to her.

That's a Welrod, isn't it?

Only 73 decibels when fired.

But it won't stop me
before I get to you.

And I lose my patience
when I get shot.

What's your plan, Kohl?

Hmm?

You gonna kill her too?

Your own wife?

You don't have a plan, do you?

Your external carotid arteries:

Obstruct both...

...and you wake up
with quite a headache.

Ulrich?

It can't be.

- He's coming for me, isn't he?
- Yes.

What's important is getting you
into police custody.

- There's a detective at the precinct...
- Wait. We can't go yet.

- It's safe. I promise.
- Not yet. I need to make a phone call.

The camera.

Extraordinary.

The Stasi would've killed
for this technology.

When you travel, you pick up things.

Skills.

Items.

They all laughed at me
when I learned to use these needles.

They didn't laugh for long.

I was, uh, bagged by an insurgent patrol
when I was in Kandahar.

They used electricity on me.

Sixteen hours.

All they wanted was my name.

I don't care for your name.

The ulnar nerve is the largest nerve
in the human body...

...that is unprotected.

It goes from the shoulder
to the fingernail beds.

Where it passes through the elbow...

...it's known as the funny bone.

Relax, we're on the same team.

Besides, heh, where would I hide a gun
in this dress?

You're Stanton, right?

Who's this?

I haven't decided yet.

- Miller said you like bourbon.
- You know what they drink here?

Plum brandy.

A shame about Miller.

What happened to him?

Wasn't getting the job done.
Word came down.

Time to take the gloves off.

So, what can we do for you?

We're looking into reports that Alim Assir
was in country last week...

...possibly to secure financing.

We sent all of our intel in the pouch
to Langley last week.

And Assir made it out of
the country safely two days ago.

We wanna know how.

That's also in our intel.

Like we said,
he must've paid customs a fortune.

And how much did he pay you?

Kidding, heh.

Like I said, you boys are too tense.

Here's to taking the gloves off.

You've gotta be kidding me.

They didn't get very far, did they?

Thank you.

Remember our friend the German agent,
and his escort to JFK?

Apparently, a guy in a suit shot them
off the road with a high-caliber weapon.

I'm going to the scene.

See if my guy left a trail
that leads to Kohl.

- Detective Fusco.
- I need your help.

Look, first him, now you?

You guys just can't ring me
like I'm a bellhop.

Our friend went after your perpetrator,
haven't heard from him.

This man may be more dangerous
than we anticipated.

I need you to check...

I'm convincing Carter
your boy is not a problem.

- You want me to walk off the job?
- Figure something out.

It's urgent.
I'm sending you an address.

Not getting a response?

I know you don't know me,
but I'm someone who can help.

You're gonna have to kill me, Kohl.

Nobody enjoys taking life.

Killing is, um, what I was good at.

I noticed.

That hydrogen cyanide
that you used on Wernick...

...you didn't bring that
into the country.

You bought that here
and mixed it yourself, didn't you?

You're familiar with poisons?

I've had some experience.

I had taken lives,
positioned on the Wall with a rifle.

Then the Stasi came calling.

They said, "Your country needs you."

They always say that.

Hmm.

For my country, I left my country...

...and killed wherever they sent me.

For that, I was called a monster.

Even the blackest heart still beats.

I was you, Kohl.

Revenge won't help.

Twenty-four years
they kept me buried me in that hellhole.

I thought about nothing but today.

What about tomorrow?

I have to see her.

My Anja.

The brachial plexus
is a network of nerves...

Ulrich was always gone for work.

But when he was with me,
he loved me.

And I loved him.

I was the wife of a spy.

I knew he couldn't talk
about what he did.

Then one day he came home
and said the Stasi had turned on him.

So then you fled to the Soviet Union?

He thought it was still safe there.
We traveled separately.

That's when the Americans found me.

Then they showed me photos.

Of all the assassinations?

I told myself that he had lied first.

So much death.

How could he?

The Americans staged the car accident
to keep me safe.

Ulrich believed I was dead,
but I started a new life.

This could take all night, unh.

She has my mother's eyes.

Don't do anything stupid, Ulrich.

You hid this?

Her name is Marie.

You're not a monster to her yet.

It's too late for you and me,
but she could have a normal life.

How could she keep this from me?

Anja? How could she take...?

How could they take
this girl from me?

That girl could have a chance.
Just leave her be.

As one professional to another,
I respect what you have tried to do.

But I can't have you following me.

Wouldn't worry.
You aren't going anywhere.

Fusco, untie me.

Where do you think he's going?

To find his daughter.

- Okay, it's late. Good night.
- See you later.

Bye, you guys.
Uh, have fun. Call you tomorrow.

Excuse me, miss, can you help me?

I'm looking for Lerner Hall.

Oh, yeah. Sure, um...

You need to call your mother.

- Marie?
- There's a man here.

He wants to talk to you.

Kohl wants to meet in the park.

Said he won't hurt the girl
if his wife came alone.

She's not going anywhere alone.

Please don't hurt me.

I just need to speak to your mother.
And then this will all be over.

How do you know her?

It was in the past.
I knew her and your father.

My father?

Did your mother tell you about him?

He was a soldier in Germany
before she moved here.

He was a brave man.

He died before I was born.

He died a hero.

A hero?

After the Berlin Wall fell,
he helped her get out.

He helped her get free,
so she and I could start a life here.

Did you know my father?

I did.

Once.

All units be advised.

Possible abduction
in the vicinity of Central Park.

Perpetrator male, age 60 plus,
victim female, age 23.

I'm very sorry about this.

More sorry than you'll ever know.

Where's your friend?

He's right here.

Where you been?
We got an anonymous call.

Our shooter's in the park?

And if he's here, I got a feeling
my vigilante is here too.

Think we'll get them both?
- The two of you go with him.

Come on.

Why?

Why did you go?

I found out my husband
wasn't the man I married.

He was a killer.

I was trapped and pregnant.

I thought I knew him.

But they told me
he had become a monster.

Mom? Who is this man?

I was afraid of the person
you had become.

Can you forgive me
for the person I was?

I had to see your face.

To see both of your faces.

You told her about her father?
That he was a hero.

That he saved you?

Without him,
we wouldn't have had this life.

Either of us.

Part of me has been with you always.

Ulrich.

This is Carter, report.
Who has a 20 on that shot?

Are you all right?

Finch, get them out of here.

You were right to fear me.

You were right.

Empty.

I wouldn't have hurt her.

I never had a tomorrow.

How did you know I'd shoot?

You are a soldier, like me.

They took everything I had.

But part of me survived.

It was her.

All units. Located source of that shot.

Shooter male, down. Dead.

Bravo Team Leader, report in.

Who do you think it was, Carter?

Harper.

No, not a Harper.

I need you to dispose of this,
and them.

You didn't even question them.

We don't have time for questions,
only answers.

These men took a bribe
to let a mass murderer escape.

How do we know it was them?

Anonymous source.

Very reliable.

You need to know this is right.

I'll tell you one last time
before it gets complicated:

This is right.

The threat is real.

Your country needs you.

No teeth, no fingertips.

One last thing...

...you don't have any old friends.

You see them...

...you don't know them.

We're walking in the dark here,
you understand?

I think I've got it.

You'll be...

Mr. Reese.

After all that, he goes in the ground
under a name that isn't even his.

German government will sweep
the whole thing under the rug.

Ulrich Kohl never existed.

I always thought I'd die
in a place that didn't know my name.

You think anyone
will care for our names?

After we're dead.

I thought we already were.