All language subtitles for Person of interest s01e23

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.

Let me guess,
I have to cancel my dinner plans.

Our mutual friend needs help, detective.
He's downtown.

I'll be there as soon
as I get finished here.

I hate to be rude, but it's an emergency.
We need you now.

Carter. I need you to come with me now.

- Uh, but I have this thing...
- Not anymore you haven't.

It's an article of faith
for me that all criminals...

...however clever,
eventually trip themselves up.

You want to tell me what this is about?

Man in the suit?

We got him.

Morning, Finch.

Mr. Reese. What have you been doing?

- Corrupting Detective Fusco.
- Does he really need help in that regard?

I'm encouraging him to show ambition...

...to climb the HR ladder.

Afraid it'll have to wait.
We got a new number.

- Caroline Turing.
- Oh.

- She's a lot prettier than Fusco.
- And much more discreet.

- Her online profile is carefully managed.
- Think she's got something to hide?

Many things, I would expect.
She's a psychologist.

From what I can determine,
she specializes in the high-end clients...

...the sort who insist on discretion.

While I dig deeper, you get close.

See if you can work out
where the threat is coming from.

She could be the threat, Finch.

I'm sure you'll work that out too.

Next.
- Sorry, um...

Double-shot macchiato.

Yes, Lionel.

I'm about to meet a few
big hitters from HR.

I'm thrilled for you.

I thought you'd want to be there.

- We can take these bastards down.
- In good time.

It's my balls in a vise, all right?

Carter keeps giving me the stink eye.
We need to wrap this up.

And we will, Lionel. When I say so.

Meantime, I want you to look into
someone else. Caroline Turing.

Sending you a photograph.
Get back to me when you got something.

You think I'm not understanding you?

Yeah, I do.

Giving me signals. Putting words
in my mouth. And I'm concerned.

About things I've confided in you.

I thought we agreed, no notes.

We did.

Sorry. Old habits.

The things I've told you,
if anyone else heard...

...that could be a big problem,
understand?

For whom, Hans? You or me?

Both of us.

You understand me now?

Councilman Larsson, Detective Romano,
Captain Lewis.

This is Detective Fusco.

Hmm.

- We hear you got dirty fingers, Fusco.
- Fingers?

I heard he's got his snout
buried in the damn trough.

City council and the district attorney...

...no longer tolerate any malfeasance
by N.Y.P.D. Officers.

What do you gotta say for yourself?

Uh, you know, I don't know. Uh...

Enough social niceties.

- What's on the docket?
- Yeah, we got a contract.

Rich guy with a problem
he needs to go away.

Method is up to you.

Speed is the only stipulation.

You gonna pick the shooter, Simmons?

My guys are all solid.

Fusco will run interference with Homicide,
in case there's questions.

If I look after somebody,
I need to know their names.

No. You don't.

My only question is
do we trust the rich guy?

I trust his money.

It's already in escrow.

Here's a down payment for expenses.

I'm sorry...

...but in order to help you,
I have to have your trust.

Clearly I don't.

I'm referring you to another therapist.

You're firing me?

No, I'm admitting failure.

I'm firing myself.

You have issues to resolve
and you need to be able to speak freely.

Finch, are you listening to this?

It seems some of Ms. Turing's patients...

...are a little clingy.

I've been open.

I laid myself bare to you.

I'm helping you.

Believe me.

What now?
- Yeah, nice to talk to you too.

- I met them, the HR inner council.
- So, what was it about?

- Handshakes and single malts?
- No, this is serious.

HR's in the murder-for-hire business.

You know the targets?

Yeah, I know the target. You do too.

It's that lady shrink
you asked me to look into.

Forty-eight hours and she's dead.

Thermostat has a motion-detector camera.

It'll capture the face of any patient...

...coming or going
from Ms. Turing's office.

We should be able to identify
the more prominent ones in no time.

I'm guessing one of them hired HR
to keep her quiet.

Question is, which one?
Until we figure that out...

...I'm gonna stay as close to Turing
as possible.

I agree. Time for you to work through
some of your issues, Mr. Reese.

Issues?

Tell me, what is it you do, Mr?

Rooney.

I'm, uh, a consultant.

It's complicated.

Not really important.

I'm not so sure.

I find business is often personal
with my patients.

- I was told I could count on your discretion.
- My clients are private people.

I respect that.

And I will protect it at all cost.

Lady after my own heart.

So, what brings you to seek therapy?

You mind closing the blinds?

If it makes you more comfortable.

Would you care for something to drink?

Water would be fine.

Thank you.

Looks like her schedule...

...but with only her clients' initials.

The lady is careful.

Detective. Any luck with
Councilman Larsson's finances?

He signed a deposit at his bank
this week for $500,000.

Nice chunk of change
for a public employee.

We know where it came from?

An escrow account held at that institution,
made a disbursement in the same amount.

Send the tracking number,
I'll take it from here.

What is the fine councilman
mixed up in?

Murder for hire, detective.

HR's branching out.

We'll be in touch.

Tell me, what do you see as the goal?

Uh, the goal?

The purpose for your visit.

You seem a little agitated right now.

Why would you say that?

Your body language.

Closing the blinds.

You don't like windows, do you?

- What is it you're afraid of?
- That's funny.

I was gonna ask you the same thing.

Me?

You have a panic button
installed under your desk.

Is that recent?

Someone you're afraid of?

You're highly observant.

Hypervigilant.

Aware of your surroundings.

You're saying I'm paranoid.

Is that what you think?

I was thinking something else.

Former military?

Tread carefully, Mr. Reese.

Is it that obvious?

A little.

The way you walk into a room.
The way you sit...

...facing the door.

You see the world differently
than most, don't you?

A threat around every corner.

Tell me, do you feel the need
to protect people?

To save them?

Choose your words wisely.

We can't have anyone discovering
what it is we do.

Mr. Reese, I managed to get a read
on that escrow account that's funding HR.

Question is, who hired them?

Impossible to determine.

The money comes from dozens
of points of payment, multiple countries.

The balance in the account is $5 million.

That's a hell of a payday.

Someone with tremendous means
wants Caroline Turing gone.

I've enlisted the aid of an old friend
to help us figure out who.

She's cute.

- Hello, Zoe.
- Good to hear you're getting some help.

But I don't think there's a woman
out there alive that could fix you, John.

Caroline Turing.

You familiar?

No, but that's obviously by design.

Next to bartenders, men usually
like to spill it to female shrinks.

It's easier than talking to their wives.

These men value discretion.

- You know any of her patients?
- A few.

Impressive lot.

I've narrowed it down to three players.

Hans Friedrickson,
the lawyer that threatened her.

Supposedly he's away
on business right now.

Or left town to give himself an alibi.

Patient number two:

Banker named Terrance Baxter.

Rumor is he's being investigated
for a Ponzi scheme.

And there's David Sarkesian.
He's a prominent city official.

Whispers are
he's sleeping with his intern.

Looks like our shrink is sitting on
a powder keg of secrets.

Which could be lucrative,
if you play your cards right.

Or deadly, if you don't.

Target works downtown.

Leaves the office late most nights.

Same path every night.

She walks eight blocks
to the Fulton Street subway station.

That one block stretch on Pearl Street?
That's the dark zone.

No storefronts, low foot traffic,
no cameras.

Once she turns that corner,
she steps off the grid.

That's your window. Robbery gone bad.

Purse to be found in a Dumpster
in Alphabet City.

Weapon never to be recovered
in the East River.

- Piece of cake.
- We're on.

Heading your way.

Hello, doc.

John, I, uh...

What are you doing here?

It's probably not a good night for a walk.

Look, John, this is not okay.

Were you following me?

How about I call you a cab?

This is what I was getting at
in today's session.

You think there's something
lurking around every corner...

...but there isn't, John.

There's no boogeyman here.
You're not overseas anymore.

And this is the way I go home every night.
My subway stop is right up there.

It's okay.

I'm safe.

Go home. Try to get some sleep.

Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

Come on, let's go.

Shots fired, Fulton
Street and Pearl. Multiple units responding.

Who were those men?

- Why did they shoot at you?
- Because I was standing in front of you.

They want to kill me?

- Don't.
- Why?

The men who are after us are cops.

No way to tell
if he's working with them or not.

Come on.

It's me.
Did you take care of the shrink?

Not yet.

Telling me five of you
can't handle one woman?

Some guy came out of nowhere, fast.

He shot Mandel in both legs.

Let me guess. Tall guy in a suit.

Did the woman get a good look
at any of you?

Yeah.

That's bad news for you, my friend.

You don't clean this up, we're not gonna
take the risk you'll turn state's.

You kill them, or I'll kill you.

- What are we doing here?
- We need a place to hide, to regroup.

Hello. A room, please.

The only room we have available
is the honeymoon suite at $3000 per night.

We'll take it.

Too many cops in the neighborhood.

We'll need to lay low until morning.

Working on an escape route for you.

I appreciate it.

In a bit of a tough spot here.

Great. Now you're hearing voices.

Not exactly. He's a friend.

A very resourceful friend.

Let me guess,
I have to cancel my dinner plans.

Our mutual friend needs help, detective.
He's downtown.

I'll be there as soon
as I get finished here.

I hate to be rude, but it's an emergency.
We need you now.

Carter. I need you to come with me now.

- Uh, but I have this thing...
- Not anymore you haven't.

I... I don't understand.
Who would want to kill me?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Someone with the means
to hire a team to get rid of you.

- Sound like any of your patients?
- Yeah, all of them.

The only way to call off the dogs
is to find out who hired them.

I can't think.

Can't move.

This must be what panic feels like.

Here. Have some chocolate.

Will these help to produce
an adrenaline response?

No, but they taste good.

Who the hell are you?

Let's just say we both help people
cope with problems.

I'm just a little bit more, uh...

...hands-on.

I promise,
I will tell you when it's time to panic.

This is Detective Sagan, N.Y.P.D.

Wanna give her a demonstration
of what you do?

This footage is from 90 minutes ago.

We have reports of shots fired.

Then he fled with this young woman.

We think she's a hostage.
We lost him after that.

But we're confident
they're still in this six-block radius.

The most heavily surveilled
six blocks in the world.

This is now a federal manhunt.

Surprised to see you here, Fusco.

I like to be where the action is.

Are you okay?

Better.

Need some help, Finch.

HR just found us somehow.

Two, three minutes
before they find our room.

So going down probably isn't an option.

I'll look into it.

I think I found something.

Previous occupant of the penthouse
recently went to jail for tax evasion...

...but the IRS hasn't yet
seized everything.

The point, Harold?

I know you're good at stealing cars,
how about helicopters?

It's been a while since I've flown.
Might be a little rusty.

On the bright side, if you don't remember,
it'll be a short fall.

Wait, wait. Go back.

That's them.

Notify our men to converge on that hotel.

Uh, all due respect, detective,
N.Y.P.D. Is gonna sit this one out.

- Send in our teams.
- Yes, sir.

Stairs. Now.

You saving me, is this making up
for someone you didn't save?

I thought we were done with therapy.

Talking about your issues
helps distract me.

Who said I had issues?

- I'll take that as a yes.
- Wait.

Sounds like a helicopter.

Isn't that what we want?

Yeah, but I haven't stolen it yet.

Follow me. Change of plans.

You said you'd tell me when to panic.
I'm guessing now's the moment.

Relaying the hotel
security system feed to you in three, two, one.

Sweep every floor. I want him alive.

Who was that?

FBI.

- They wanna kill me too?
- Actually, they're after me.

- Finch, I need a little help here.
- Working on it.

Mr. Reese, make your way
to the freight elevator...

...at the northwest corner of the building.

Take it down to parking sub-level four.
There's an old service tunnel.

It leads out to the old
water treatment plant at the seaport.

I'll pick you up there.

Let's go.

Let's go.

My men are closing in,
but there's a complication.

- The feds are here.
- They're not looking for Turing.

They want the shooter.
We're gonna take them both out.

How, with the feds on top of us?

We got a guy inside
who's gonna feed us their location...

...take care of the cameras.

The feds think
he's holding Turing hostage.

That he's a Special Forces wacko.
He'd do anything to resist capture.

You bring the gear?

Enough to blow a hole to China.

We'll corner them, blow the whole floor.
Make it look like he did it.

Let's go make a mess.

Ms. Morgan.

Any luck finding the person
who hired HR to kill Turing?

Not yet, but I tracked down
Hans Friedrickson's assistant.

Turns out he actually was
away on a business trip.

Then who was the man threatening Turing?

About to find out.

We need to talk.

Sure, we can talk.

I traced your cell phone.

And here's the thing, Hans.

Your cell phone is registered
to a lowlife named Jimmy White.

Short-con operator,
did a couple stints in minimum-security.

But I gotta say,
impersonating a prosecutor?

That's probably not your best play.

It was just a gig.

They forced me to pretend I was
this Hans guy, threaten some shrink.

Who forced you?

I don't know.

I swear I don't know.
It was all over e-mail.

They were...

...blackmailing me.

They knew everything.

We made it to the elevator, Finch.

Glad to hear it.
I'll contact you when I'm in position.

Ms. Morgan...

...are we any closer to identifying
who hired HR?

No, something seems really off.

Someone paid Hans
to become Turing's patient.

I'm going back to her office to see
if I can dig up anything else. And Harold?

Be careful. I'd hate for anything
to happen to our mutual friend.

Got word they're in the freight elevator.

You can cut them off at 25.

- What are we doing?
- They hit the button on the floor below us.

The guys trying to kill you
or the guys trying to kill me?

Open the fire-safety panel. Try shorting
the wires till the override light comes on.

Then we can bypass the floor below.

They stopped the elevator at 26.

Set your charges
in the stairwell and get rid of them.

Move.

I think I owe you an apology.

How do you figure?

I diagnosed you as paranoid.

Just because you're paranoid
doesn't mean they're not trying to kill you.

I can't find the right wire. It's not working.

Keep trying.

Got him. Tell the teams to stage off 27.
Enter 26 through Stairwell B.

Yes, sir.

FBI is closing in.

Where are we at, guys?

- We are good to go, boss.
- All right, you move in on my mark.

We're out of time. Just stay behind me
and I'll hold them off as long as I can.

Do it.

Get ready to move.

He's armed, but I want him taken alive
if possible. Understood?

I'll give you the signal.

- On your count, Simmons.
- Five.

In a bit of a bind, Harold.

Four.

- Hope you've got tricks up your sleeve.
- One or two.

Three.

Two.

Move in, team. Now.

Go.

- Did you hear me?
- Simmons.

Team, move in.

Team, move now.
You're gonna lose them.

What the hell's going on?

- Uh, sir? Comms are down.
- Which comms?

- Uh, all of them.
- Line's dead.

I got it.

What's happening?

Uh, every tower south
of Canal Street went out.

DHS had a failsafe in place
to take control...

...of the cell infrastructure
in case of an emergency.

Someone hacked it.
The towers are white-listed.

Only authorized numbers can use them.
In this case, only one number.

Whose number?

I trust you can still hear me, Mr. Reese.

I have to say, Harold...

...we've been working together for some
time now, but you continue to surprise me.

Likewise, Mr. Reese.

You should have something
of a competitive advantage now.

Just get the team
on a hard line now, damn it.

Wait, what's this guy doing?

We're going down there now. Let's move.

Thanks for the help, Carter.

Someone's feeding HR intel
about your whereabouts.

I'm gonna take care of it though.

There are no unis on Pearl Street.
You can smuggle them out there.

- What the hell, Carter?
- Hang up and hand it to me.

- Come on. Come out of there.
- What's this about?

- Some type of misunderstanding?
- No, I understand things perfectly.

You're working for HR.
Who were you talking to?

What do you think you're doing?

HR. You're guiding them.
You're their eyes and ears.

Listen, Carter. I'm working
undercover in HR, not for them.

The feds? IAB?
Show me some paperwork, Fusco.

It's nothing like that. Nothing official.
Listen, I made some mistakes.

Some big ones.

But things are different now.
I'm helping people.

- You gotta trust me.
- I want answers. Now.

- The guy in the suit.
- What did you say?

The guy in the suit.
The one you've been chasing.

I know this sounds crazy, but they seem
to know when people are in trouble.

And they help them.

Him and another guy,
and me too, sometimes.

Mm-hm, this other guy. Describe him.

He's like a professor. He's got, uh, glasses
and a high-dollar vocabulary.

That's who I was talking to
when you came in.

You got some explaining to do, Finch.

Hello, detectives. I understand you'll have
questions, but we're short of time.

I'm heading downtown to help our friend.
I suggest you do the same.

John will almost certainly
need your help.

You son of a bitch.

If you're not the mole, then who is?

I know exactly who the mole is.
I know everyone who's in HR.

When we get done with this,
we're gonna take them all down.

What now?

Old service tunnel down here
we can take outside the perimeter.

My friend's meeting us there.

Hold on a second.

Mr. Reese, I'm in position.

This comes out to a water-treatment plant
by the river.

Keep going till you find my friend.

Split up.
- I'll hold them off. Go.

John, thank you.

Go.

Turing's on her way to you.

I think I'm gonna be a little held up.

I'll get Ms. Turing to safety
and I'll come back for you.

Harold Finch, I presume.

You're a hard man to find, Harold.

- I don't know who you...
- Save it. We met before, remember?

Nathan introduced you as his IT guy.

He always had a talent
for understatement.

What do you want from me, Alicia?

Nothing complicated.

You created God...

...and now you're gonna
help me shut it down.

Back him up! Back him up!

- Looks like you're just about out of time.
- Just about.

Get in!

Get to the car!

Before Nathan died,
before your machine killed him...

...I could tell something
was eating away at him.

The ethics of what he was building.

I thought he was fighting with himself
over it, but he was fighting with you.

He knew, didn't he?

The hubris of creating something
as powerful as the machine.

I can feel it right now.

Watching us. Listening to us.

There's no hiding from it.

I'm so tired of running.

I've made some mistakes.

But building the machine
is not one of them.

You haven't been running
from the machine, Alicia.

And the machine didn't kill Nathan.

You've been running from people.

From people that you and I both trusted.

You're right.

And you're lucky I found you first.

Why didn't you tell us
we were both working with you?

- To protect you.
- Protect us?

You almost got me killed.
You can't trust us, how can we trust you?

Trust is complicated, Lionel.
For example, I'm sitting in a police car...

...with one cop who tried to murder me,
and another who spent six months...

...trying to lock me up.

So you'll forgive me
if I take things one step at a time.

- Slow down, Carter.
- Slow down?

They know they're going down for life.
They'll kill anybody in their way.

I got this.

Trust me.

Well, we should all grab a drink
together sometime.

My treat.

Do you have any idea what
the wrong person would do to you...

...if they knew you had access?

What kind of chaos that could create?

Define "wrong person."

You were willing to pay corrupt officers
to target an innocent woman to draw me out.

What are you talking about?

The machine. You know how it works.
The irrelevant list.

It would send Turing's name
if you put her in danger.

Irrelevant list?

I didn't need to lure you out.

I've been following you for weeks.

I thought she'd never shut up.

So nice to finally meet you, Harold.

You can call me Root.

You were set up, John.
Turing isn't who we think she is.

- What do you mean?
- Her office, her life, it's all a mirage.

I saw the escrow transfer.
She was the one who paid HR.

She put the hit on herself.
Turing must have learned how you operate.

That you'd show up
if her life was in danger.

She was trying to lure you out
into the open.

She wasn't looking for me.
She was looking for him.

You hired HR yourself?

You were willing to risk
your own life to find me?

I did this corporate training thing once.

I was blackmailing the CEO, long story...

...but they did this exercise
called the trust fall.

Where you close your eyes and fall...

...and wait for someone to catch you.

I knew you boys wouldn't let me down.

Come on, Harold.
We've got so much to talk about.

He's in danger now,
because he was working for you.

So you're gonna help me get him back.