All language subtitles for Person of interest s02e10

FINCH:
You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

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

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

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government
considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

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.

ABBY:
Hi, Mom, hi, Dad.

If you're watching this,
you'll know I'm in trouble.

I've always tried to be good.

Keep the rules.

Now I'm going to break them in a big way.

FINCH:
Just hold him still.

REESE:
Bear, afleggen.

- Sit.
- Well, that was a big help.

REESE:
You said we had a number?

Yes. Abby Monroe, 26. Honor student
at school, degree in engineering.

She's worked for the last year at a military
charity, Homes for Our Returning Heroes.

Maybe because her younger brother
was killed in Afghanistan 18 months ago.

She quit the charity a week ago.

She's now working as a temp
in a city planning office.

- Any threats?
- Not that I can see.

But some anomalies.

She dumped her phone five days ago,
moved out of her apartment.

In fact, the only way I could trace her
was through the temp agency.

She's hiding from someone.

I'd better get eyes on her.

It's your turn to dry him.

She could be in imminent danger, Finch.

Mr. Reese, he's your dog.

You'll manage.

Detective.

Dinner was fun.

What about doing it again?

I'm free tonight, as it happens.

Sorry, I got a case I'm looking at.

Him, actually.

Davidson. The Internal Affairs cop went
missing last winter. You know him?

Know him? Had some run-ins with him.

What's your interest?

I got a tip, anonymous.
Said a cop killed him.

Whoa.

Maybe he was mixed up
in some HR business.

Maybe an HR cop took him out.

I heard of one group out of the 51st that
was offing dealers, selling their supply.

You got any names?

Most of them are behind bars,
or dead, but not all.

Will you excuse us?
Detective Carter, we need to talk.

CARTER:
I'll catch up with you later.

With HR degraded
to the point of irrelevance...

...my team is shifting
priorities back to the Man in the Suit.

He's still out there.
You still wanna catch him?

Yes, of course.

Good.

We have new information.
Including who he's working for.

The Bureau's been tracking the emergence
of private intelligence networks.

Like the CIA or MI6, but for profit.

We think the biggest of these
has Chinese backing.

They've got technology, serious resources
and they've been buying up talent.

For instance, we think Mark Snow,
the CIA agent who contacted you...

...may also have been recruited.
Possibly by the Man in the Suit.

Really? Snow?

It makes sense. Snow was sent
to find this man by the CIA...

...he catches him, then the Man in the Suit
flips him. Gets Snow to be his asset.

Listen, Carter, I want to read you into this,
but it's classified.

I've been authorized to offer you
a temporary assignment to the Bureau.

I know, with your skills,
it'll soon become permanent.

Sooner you're on board, sooner
I can fill you in. Please think about it.

I will. Thank you.

Thanks.

- Carter.
FINCH: Hello, detective.

I need to find our friend.

[OVER PHONE]
We have a big problem.

FINCH: You'll find him at
the Department of City Planning.

REESE: So she just downloaded the file
and walked out?

Yeah.

REESE: Didn't anyone try to stop her?
OFFICER 1: Apparently, nobody noticed.

Detective Carter. What have we got?

You heard the 10-31 too, detective?

Yep. So, what is it?

Uh, like we were telling
Marshal Jennings here....

CARTER:
Marshal Jennings, huh?

OFFICER 2: The manager called it in
because one of his staff...

...Abby Monroe,
downloaded a file illegally.

Walked out with it two hours ago.
No one noticed till too late.

Anyone know what's on the file?

We keep plans for important buildings.

All she took were engineering drawings for
the 1400 block of Hanover, near Wall Street.

It's got an electrical sub-station, lawyers'
offices, and the HQ of an investment bank.

Nothing like
a critical infrastructure target.

Anyone know where Abby Monroe lives?

OFFICER 1: We ran a check.
The address she gave us is fake.

Phone number is a pay phone.

Hey, solid background check, there.

What can I say?
She seemed like a sweet kid.

Kind of disappointing to find she's a flake.

Kids. You never know, right, detective?

Right.

Anyway, good job following up
so quickly.

Gentlemen.

MANAGER:
Thank you, marshal.

Uh, if you come up with anything else,
give me a call.

John. John?

Are you out of your mind?
Impersonating a law enforcement officer?

Marshal Jennings?
You took his star.

He wasn't using it anymore. It's great.
Flash a badge, people tell you everything.

You gotta stop. Donnelly's back,
and he's hot for the Man in the Suit.

He has a new theory.

That I'm working for China or something?
We heard.

We also heard his offer.

Maybe a transfer to the FBI
would be good for you.

Do you listen to all of my conversations?

More or less. You're looking nice, Carter.
Maybe this Cal Beecher's good for you too.

Long as he treats you right.
He messes with you, he'll hear from me.

Okay. Look, we're going to have to
set some boundaries here.

Sure. Things get heavy with you and Cal,
we'll tune out right away.

Never mind.

What's the deal with Abby Monroe?

I was checking she wasn't in trouble.
Looks like I'm a bit late.

Can you get me footage from that camera?
From about two hours ago?

And that camera too?

Thank you.

There's Abby.

Were you able to trace
the owner of the motorcycle, detective?

No. It was stolen
from a second-hand showroom...

...in Queens four days ago.

Got the camera tapes
out of the Robbery Squad.

Let's see. The perp is a single male--

You looking at the footage now?

- Yes. Why?
FINCH: No reason.

CARTER:
He blew the locks with det cord.

Ignored the alarms because he knew
it would be less than 30 seconds.

[OVER PHONE]
He broke the key case with his bare hand.

Chose his machine.

Whoa.

That's impressive.

What? What is going on here?

Don't tell me you can see
what's on my computer too?

[OVER PHONE]
What did I say about setting boundaries?

That's a prosthetic hand.
High-end prosthetic.

Use of det cord to gain entry
into a building.

My guess? Ex-military.

Might explain his connection to Abby.
Question is, what are they doing?

CARTER:
You're not gonna like the answer.

Comp Stat just flagged
my license plate inquiry.

Same motorcycle was seen
on a traffic light camera...

...near a robbery at a construction site
in New Jersey three nights ago.

- What was stolen?
REESE: Explosives.

- Semtex.
CARTER: Twenty pounds of it.

And blasting caps.

Theft of explosives...

...theft of engineering plans
for a block on Wall Street.

He could be the next Timothy McVeigh.
And your girl is working with him.

Maybe he manipulated her
into getting involved.

CARTER:
She's still involved. I'm sorry.

I'm gonna have to do my job.

I'm gonna have to put her name out
on an APB.

We've got to find her first.

You work at the 55. You know
a Narco detective named Cal Beecher?

Sure do. We used to call him 18-karat Cal.

Better suits, better cars, better girls
than the rest of us.

Maybe he just had better taste.

- Or maybe he was on the take.
- Did I say that?

What are you saying?

He was undercover Narcotics.
A lot of buy-and-busts...

...a lot of money hanging around.

Anyway, why you wanna know?

I've just been seeing him around.

He's been hanging around Detective Carter.
Bees like honey, Fusco.

Yeah.

I'm just saying. The way Abby went
off the grid, cut all ties...

...she's planning something.

You think our honor student
wants to blow up Wall Street?

Her boyfriend might. He isn't the first vet
to try something extreme.

We are an odd bunch, Finch.

You are odd, Mr. Reese.
You're also wrong.

If Abby were involved
with domestic terrorism--

Which would be a relevant crime.

--the machine would have
given her number to...

...whoever now runs that end of things
at the government, not to us.

Whether she's the target or the source
of the threat, the issues must be personal.

Fine. But what leads do we have left?

We have two. First, the pay phone number
she gave the temp agency.

A street corner in Queens.

The agency must have been able to
contact her there.

Might give you a clue where she's living.

Okay. And the second lead?

The one stable point in her life,
the charity.

Homes for Our Returning Heroes.
I'll check it out.

Good. You need to get out more.

You're in a good mood.

I woke up this morning and felt--
Took me a while to put my finger on it.

--I felt happy. Must be this job.

I'm glad.

[BEAR BARKS]

Sorry, Bear, not now.

[WHIMPERS]

REESE:
Abby tapped into that pay phone.

Think I found where our Bonnie and Clyde
have been laying low.

Josh Monroe. Abby's little brother.

FINCH:
I'm an old friend of Abby's family.

As I was visiting New York,
they asked if I'd try to find out where Abby is...

...and why she left her job here.

She never told them?

I'm sorry, but I had to fire her.

Fire her? What on earth for?

Stealing. At first it was just petty cash
and I let it go...

...thinking it was simple carelessness.

But then I found she was sneaking
into the charity's accounts...

...trying to move money around,
significant amounts.

Mr. Chapple, that really doesn't sound
like the Abby I know.

Unfortunately, it's true.

We give low-cost loans to veterans
in financial trouble.

Any hint of a scandal
and our donations would dry right up.

Abby had to go.

Hi, Mom, hi, Dad. If you're watching this
you'll know I'm in trouble.

I don't think you've really been mad at me
since I was 8, ha.

That time I tied Josh to his skateboard
and pushed him down the hill...

...in front of our house
to see how fast he would go.

Since then I've always tried to be good.
Keep the rules.

But now I'm gonna break them
in a big way.

Why? Well, it's complicated,
and it's simple.

I'm doing it because it's right.
And I know Josh would agree with me.

He was my little brother, but I always looked
up to him, and I know he'd be proud of me.

Just like I hope you are
when you know the truth.

I love you. And I hope you
never have to see this.

FINCH:
Any idea why she started stealing?

I believe the trouble started
when she met a former Marine.

They'd talk when he came by the offices.

Somehow, he must have made
an impression on Abby...

...because just about that time,
she started stealing.

I don't understand.
Why did this Marine come here?

I'm sorry, we have a strict confidentiality
agreement with all our loan recipients.

Suffice it to say,
it was not a pleasant visit.

Could you at least tell me his name?

Corporal Shayn Coleman.
Explosives ordnance disposal expert.

Lost his right arm defusing an IED
in Afghanistan three years ago.

[OVER PHONE]
He's our motorcycle thief.

I tracked down Shayn's parents
in his hometown in Ohio.

They haven't seen him
in more than two months.

They know he was in trouble?

They said he'd had his home foreclosed on,
and his fianc�e dumped him.

REESE:
Must be why he went to Chapple...

...to ask for another loan.

CARTER: However it happened, this is more
than enough to tip someone over the edge.

He's our guy.
I'm adding his name to the APB.

Do what you have to do, detective.

Finch? You still there?

Yes. I'm watching Philip Chapple
meet with two armed men.

REESE:
What are they like?

Like you, to be honest.
Low-key and vaguely menacing.

I suspect he's telling them to follow me
via the GPS transponder...

...he slipped in my pocket as I was leaving.

REESE:
Where's the transponder now?

On a laundry van with New Jersey plates.

Nice work, Finch.

Obviously Chapple will take any
opportunity to track Abby down.

What she's planning
must connect to him too.

When the charity closes, I'll go back in.

REESE: When I said you need to get out more,
I didn't mean that.

Let me take care of it.

No such thing as a risk-free life,
Mr. Reese.

And Abby is still our priority.
You wait for her.

I'll go back in, see what exactly
Chapple's hiding.

I'm inside.

The alarm has been tampered with.

That's because they could
be waiting for you, Harold.

[BANGING]

What was that?
Finch, get out now!

- Who the hell are you?
- Who I am is not important, Mr. Coleman.

How do you know my name?
What are you doing here?

The same as you, and since you've
woke the whole building, we'd better hurry.

I'm on my way.
Please just walk away now, Finch.

- Aah!
REESE: Shh.

- Who are you? Let go of me!
REESE: It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you.

REESE:
Finch, get out now.

I've got Abby. Just get out of there.

Nearly done, Mr. Reese.

Please don't do that.

Then get off me. Let me go.

Please, no guns.

Finch, talk to me. What's happening?

The situation is evolving, Mr. Reese.

There they go.

MAN:
Stop right there!

Get on or they'll kill you! Get on!

Finch, are you okay?

FINCH:
Aside from riding on a motorcycle illegally...

...I'm fine. I'll be in touch.

Well done.

Hello, Abby.

I'm John.

Okay, you should leave now.
My boyfriend's gonna be here any minute.

Your boyfriend, Shayn?

I don't know how you know that, but, yes.

And he's a Marine,
so you do not want to meet him.

Actually, I do want to meet him.

But first, what does that message
to your mom and dad mean?

What?

You broke into my room
and went through my stuff? Get out!

- Or I'm--
- What?

You'll call the police?

I know about the building plans
and the explosives.

I knew it. You work for Chapple.

No, but I'm interested to know
why you and Shayn are going after him.

Because Chapple's a liar and a thief.

And I'm not saying another word
until you tell me who you are.

I'm here to stop you from
getting into even more trouble.

Not what I asked. Who are you?

I find it hard to answer that,
even to myself.

I was a soldier once,
like your brother, Josh.

But I was lucky, I made it out.

FINCH:
Mr. Reese?

Yes, Finch. What's happening?

I've explained to Shayn
that we're trying to help him.

Did he believe you?

No. Especially when I told him
that you have Abby.

Things are a little tense.

Let me talk to him.

Who is this?

Abby keeps asking me the same thing.
It's really not important.

If you hurt her, you will be sorry.

The same goes for you and my friend.

We should meet.

REESE: Once you leave with Shayn,
I can't protect you anymore.

I never asked you
to protect me in the first place.

REESE:
Whatever you're planning, I know why.

You couldn't save your brother,
so you're trying to save Shayn.

I understand that, truly.
I'd feel the same way.

Tell me, what did Chapple do to you?

Nothing I can't handle,
but he nearly destroyed Shayn.

By lending him money?

Yes. Chapple made him a loan,
and the interest rates tripled in a year.

No one could keep up those payments.

Millions of people lost their homes.
They don't go around stealing explosives.

Shayn should move on.

He lost his home and his fianc�e.

He even introduced
some of his buddies to Chapple...

...one of whom shot himself on
the porch of the house he no longer owned.

Should he move on from that?

I went through Chapple's files,
I saw what he was doing.

There are hundreds, hundreds of soldiers
who lost their homes.

[FINCH PANTING]

What are you gonna do, Abby?

The right thing.

Can I go now?

I assume you put a tracker on him.

Rather a clever one, if I do say so myself.

His prosthetic arm is controlled by
myoelectric sensors via a wireless link.

So I cloned the link
and reprogrammed it...

...to attempt a forced pair
with every cell phone they pass.

REESE:
Leaving a nice GPS trail.

Well done, Finch.

Especially on the back
of a speeding motorcycle.

Which was exhilarating, by the way.

I might have to get myself one.

BEECHER:
You working late?

Uh, yeah.

Um, heh, it's always something, you know?

BEECHER:
Yeah. Something wrong, Carter?

Donnelly made me an offer today.

I got competition? From that guy?

No, not that sort of offer.

He, um, invited me to join the FBI.

Could be a good move.

I mean, yeah, small fish in a big pond.
But think of the prospects.

And the money. You should do it.

What about my kid?

It will probably mean
I have to move out of New York.

- You mean I'd never see you again?
- Ha, ha.

[PHONE RINGS]

BEECHER:
It's Cal.

No problem. I'll see you then.

Uh, what were we talking about?

About never seeing me again.

Right.

BEECHER: It's Cal.
QUINN: Cal? AlonZo Quinn.

Can we meet? Tidal Park.
Say, 30 minutes?

BEECHER:
No problem.

I'm hoping you can help me out.

Any way I can, Mr. Quinn.

The mayor's seen this crime spike
in Crown Heights.

Drug busts, burglaries, even homicides.
He wants me to find out what's happening.

I told him I got a godson who's
got his ear to the ground. Do you?

Crown Heights. Yeah.

We think it's a Russian, Peter Yogorov.

Used to work Brighton Beach
until Elias kicked him out.

We believe he's pulling strings
from inside.

Working to take over the Heights.

SIMMONS:
Boo.

What are you doing here,
Simmons?

Keeping an eye on you,
you slippery little mutt.

What are you doing?

None of your business.

You're following Cal Beecher.

Checking him out for Carter.

No, I been wondering who else you been
flapping your gums to.

About you burying Davidson?

Not Beecher. Not yet.

You crossed a line
when you called Carter.

Pointing her towards me
in Davidson's murder.

What line is that?

The line where I don't give a crap anymore.
So watch your back.

Know how many times I've heard that?

But here I am, beautiful as ever.

Go home, Fusco.

What are you doing here, Simmons?

I said, go home.

FINCH:
There's our cell phone trail.

Abby and Shayn are heading for
the 1400 block of Hanover.

Question is, what's there?

I've listed every business on the block.

Cross-checking against the download
of Chapple's computer.

Bingo. An investment bank, Merton Watts.

Maybe he has an account there.

Not according to his computer records.

- A safe-deposit box?
FINCH: What would he keep in it?

According to his accounts, he's not rich.

Abby said hundreds of the loans he made
were foreclosed on.

If he's getting kickbacks
from the banks....

You may be right.
Merton Watts has first lien...

...on any properties
Chapple loans money on.

They handle all foreclosure sales.

Split the profits with Chapple, which he
keeps in his safe-deposit box at the bank.

That's what Abby and Shayn are after.

Why is she doing this? For Shayn?

REESE:
Yes. And for her brother.

She still feels a debt. The dead
have a power like that, as you know.

So how are they going to do this?

Semtex and building plans.

They'll find a soft entry point,
then blast their way into the vault.

I like these kids.

I'd like them to live.

Please try to get to them
before Chapple's thugs do.

System's back up.
They get anything from the safe?

The box code and the keys.

There's no way they can
get into the vault, is there?

What do you think?

They stole explosives
and engineering plans.

Well, get down there. Deal with them.

You have to pay for another man.
It's a big area to cover.

Whatever you need. Just finish it.

DONNELLY:
Carter, I need to see you immediately.

Can I have your phone?

What's going on, Donnelly?

I'm sorry, but I think the organization
our man works for has some...

...sophisticated capabilities.

Like wire-tapping cops.
Has something happened?

I think we got our break.

The Man in the Suit was involved in a
robbery at a charity on the Upper East Side.

How do you know that?

Now, before I can let you in,
I have to know...

...if you'll accept the temporary
assignment with the Bureau.

Okay, yes.

Good. You won't regret it.

So we've been tracking this man
for 10 months.

Every time we get close,
he slips out from under us...

...as if he has some guardian angel.

All I've looked for since then is a lead,
any lead.

And then I realized, the phone. He's in
constant communication with his handlers.

I've cross-checked crime
scenes he was reported at...

...with cell tower logs of IMEIs,
came up with nothing.

Exactly. Nothing.

Our engineers at Quantico analyzed...

...the cell tower traffic from the night
he gave us the slip downtown.

Under the wireless and radio noise,
they found bursts...

...of a cloned IMEI
with a unique signature.

I tasked an FBI computer cluster
to search for that signature.

Twenty-four hours ago
the cluster came online.

It spotted another burst of cloned IMEIs at
the exact time and location of the robbery.

It's him.

I've got SWAT teams standing by.

If he uses that phone, we'll have him.

Abby, this is far enough.

I'll handle this from here.
I'll meet you back at the apartment.

No. No, together or nothing.

You've risked enough, Abby.
This isn't your fight right now.

This is my fight. You're my fight.

REESE:
I wouldn't do that.

Or that.

Now, the truth.

Or I take you to the cops myself.

I know you're here to steal
Chapple's money. What then?

We wanna give it back to the people
he stole from.

How?

We haven't thought that far ahead.

REESE:
You haven't thought very far at all.

Why not go to the cops or a lawyer?

Abby did. She went to the DA.

But Chapple got their first,
spread his poison.

The DA threatened to prosecute her
for theft and slander.

When I got to my apartment,
one of Chapple's mercenaries was there.

He beat me up.

He said if I said another word,
he'd come back and put a bullet in my head.

I assume the bank's through there.

We blow that wall, we're underneath it.

John, this has gone far enough.

Has it, Finch?

FINCH:
Stop them. I can deal with Chapple.

Chapple hurt them, Finch. They tried
the law, the law wasn't interested.

What have they got left?

Besides, I've always had a thing about
people who screw with veterans.

John, it's far too risky.

What'd you say, Harold?

No such thing as a risk-free life.

Let's do it. Wait for the subway.

Now.

This is where the safe-deposit boxes are.

SHAYN: We couldn't get to them
from inside the bank, so...

...we decided to bring them to us.

You're going to blow the roof.

We got something here.

FINCH:
John, what's your situation?

Ten more minutes.

I'm seeing what I can only describe
as interference on our phone link.

Is it Root?

FINCH:
No. It's a broad-spectrum sweep.

Heavy-duty computer power.

Root's more subtle than that.
It must be our FBI friend.

Stay off the line, and, please,
get out now.

If Abby and Shayn won't come,
leave them.

I don't leave people.
And they're bringing down a very bad man.

Isn't that what your experiment
is all about?

My experiment is about stopping people
from getting killed, not robbing banks.

Five minutes and we're out.

In three, two, one.

Let's go.

There, 158.

His account's in a bank in Venezuela.

- Is this what you need?
ABBY: Is it ever.

There's more than 30 million here.
His charity stole 30 million.

Then let's go. Back the way we came.

Get down.

You okay?

Karma at last.

It's those thugs Chapple hired, isn't it?

The bank opens in 30 minutes.
We gotta get out before then.

Hang tight.

911 call. Possible underground explosion
near Wall Street.

Tracking IMEI bursts
in the same area. It's him.

We hook up with SWAT en route.
You with us?

- Of course, I just need to make a phone call.
- Make it quick.

Hi, Mom.

Can you make sure Taylor gets to school?

You been drinking, Carter?

Tell Harold
Donnelly's headed to Wall Street.

He says John is there.
He's tracking the phone.

Okay, Mom. Yes. Thank you.
I love you.

Wherever Wonderboy is,
I hope it's not near Wall Street.

That's where Donnelly's heading.

That's where John is. Merton Watts
Investment bank, Hanover Street.

Plus, Carter said he's up on your phones.

As I feared. Anything you can do
to run interference for us at the bank...

...I would be most grateful.

QUINN:
I take it you know this gentleman.

SIMMONS:
Pete Yogorov, enforcer for the Russian mob.

At least he used to be,
until Elias took out his old man.

Seems like something
that might be to our advantage.

To hit back at Elias?

To build another revenue stream.

Yogorov is at MCC awaiting trial
with his little brother, Lazlo.

DA's got him dead to rights on a dozen
different counts.

Maybe we can do something about that.

You need something
on the District Attorney?

Let me handle that.

By going all Spartan on our emissaries...

...Elias has made it clear.
That relationship is over.

We need new friends.

You want me to talk to the Russians,
open negotiation?

They have all the right pieces,
but with us behind them...

...cash flow will no longer be an issue.

Understood, boss.

Just heard something interesting.

That pain in the ass, Donnelly,
finally caught up with the Man in the Suit.

Not even 7 a.m. and already a perfect day.

Bank's about to open, John.
Where are you?

Mr. Reese? What's happening?

Hate to say this,
but we're in a bit of a pickle.

Get upstairs to the foyer.
I have IDs and passes for all of you.

Cover us.

What are you looking for?

Clothes.

You need to get changed.

We're going to dress up like bankers.

We're going to climb up there
and walk right out the front door.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Base picked up a burst of comms
from the target.

- Same location?
- Yes, sir.

You can track him,
but you can't hear what he's saying?

Do you know who he's talking to?

Not yet.

Give me the gun. You take Abby.

You've done enough.
I'm the one who got us into this mess.

We all got ourselves into this mess.

We're all going to get ourselves out.

When you get to the foyer,
look for Harold.

I'll be right behind you.

Now.

[GRUNTS]

Next, please.

- Looks like nothing's going on inside.
- Signal's still active.

The 911 call said the explosion
was underground. He's in there.

One team in front, second team
around the back. We move in 30.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I am a client here at the bank.
I need to get into the vault now.

Hello. Here, take these.

My name is Harold Wren.
I own an insurance company.

You are my associates.

We have an appointment here.
Where's John?

FBI! Please back against the wall!

- Stay where you are.
SWAT 1: Don't move! Hands up!

SWAT 2:
See your hands.

SERGEANT: Foyer's secure.
- Check every ID. No one leaves.

- Half your men here, half with me.
- Yes, sir. Let's go!

SWAT 1: You, don't move.
SWAT 2: See your ID, please?

John, can you hear me?

Shayn and Abby are safe.
FBI are in the bank. Get out now.

We got company.
Lose your weapons and get the hell out.

FINCH:
John, can you hear me? You must get out now.

SWAT 3:
This is Delta. Vault level secure.

Not going to make it, Harold.

[OVER PHONE]
Sorry. I screwed up.

But I meant what I said yesterday.

So thanks, Harold. It was fun.

John?

SWAT 4:
ID?

Harold Wren. Universal Heritage
Insurance. My associates.

Why are you in the bank?

We have a meeting with
the VP of Corporate Strategy.

AGENT:
Your ID.

FINCH:
Did you get what you wanted?

All the money Chapple stole.

More than 30 million.
Can you do anything with the accounts?

Yes.

I'll empty them.

Deposit every last cent in the accounts
of reputable military charities. Will that do?

Then I have to get you out of here
and out of this state.

As long as we're together.

Check the top level.

Check down back.

Don't worry, I got you covered.

What about John?

We finally got you.

SWAT 1:
Sir. There's a problem.

Step back.

Well, do you recognize him?

Uh....

No.

[SIGHS]

Cuff them all.

[English - US - SDH]