All language subtitles for Person of interest s02e14

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.

MAN:
Yo, yo, pick right. Pick right.

BIGFOOT: Your mama just called,
told me to take you to school.

Yeah? Did you get your popcorn ready?
Because I'm about to put on a show.

- Oh, yes.
BIGFOOT: Hell, no.

Might have blocked that
if you hadn't tripped on your skirt.

BIGFOOT:
You lucky you're funny.

Our latest number
dropped out of college?

Logan Pierce left Caltech
after his sophomore year, yes.

He had other aspirations.

BIGFOOT: No layups, No layups.
Get that weak stuff out of here.

- Ooh.
PIERCE: Oh! Unh!

- No way, son, that was a foul.
- Ain't no fouls out here.

Guessing it wasn't
to become a professional athlete.

It's been real. I gotta jet though.

- I got a date with your girl.
BIGFOOT: Yeah, whatever.

Make it rain!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Later, bitches.

REESE:
Who the hell is this guy?

Pierce is not just a college dropout.

He's a self-made billionaire
with a genius IQ.

Started a social networking site
called friendczar.com...

...with his best friend from college.

Thought you invented
social networking, Finch.

Pierce perfected it.

His site has just shy of a billion users.

Pierce is chief engineer
and front man for friendczar.com.

His longtime business partner...

...Justin Ogilvy,
is the money and marketing guru.

REESE: They started the company together?
FINCH: That's right.

It would certainly not be
in Ogilvy's best interest...

...to have Pierce turn up dead now.

They're taking Friendczar public
in 72 hours.

We need ears on Pierce.
I couldn't clone his phone.

It wouldn't matter if you could.

Pierce changes phones twice a day
to avoid corporate espionage.

Looks like he's attending
a charity auction tonight.

Promised the press a sound bite.

- And your plan is?
- Classic black.

Satin-notched lapel. Bespoke, of course.

And I assume you know
how to tie one of these?

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

FUSCO:
Following up on that anonymous tip?

- Yeah.
- You really think a cop killed Davidson?

I think a lot of cops have reason
to want an IAB detective dead.

Then I realized Davidson wasn't
the only cop who went missing last year.

Detective Stills.
Didn't you two work together in the 51st?

- A long time ago.
- Two cops go missing...

...their bodies never found.
Something's not right.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- Carter.
- Detective.

I'm e-mailing you the details
of several lawsuits involving Logan Pierce.

Plaintiffs with a history of violence,
prior convictions.

Uh, what exactly did you mean
by several lawsuits?

Two hundred, but I've already prioritized
them. There's no need to thank me.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Bear.

[SPEAKS IN DUTCH]

[WHIMPERING]

[SPEAKS IN DUTCH]

[JAZZ PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

I'm, uh, feeling a little out of place.

FINCH [OVER EARPIECE]:
Don't worry. I'll talk you through...

...any difficult encounters that may arise.

[GUESTS CHATTERING]

REESE: Finch, I've got eyes on Pierce
and his partner, Justin Ogilvy.

Best friends for over a decade.
They've known each other since Caltech.

REESE:
Who's the third guy in Pierce's circle?

That would probably be Jeremy Campbell,
Pierce's lawyer.

FriendcZar is his firm's only client.

So I wake up, I'm bruised, I'm scratched.

I call Justin from her dorm room.

No "hello," no "good morning," just:

"Justin, I think I got beat up
by a girl in bed...

- I did.
- ...and I think I kind of enjoyed it."

I loved it.

Remember that you're John Wiley,
hedge fund manager.

- What about John Rooney, asset manager?
- He's a single-digit millionaire.

John Wiley is valued at over 100 million.

Exactly how much money do you have?

Oh-oh.

Pierce, Justin.

- You're both looking rich.
- Ben. You're looking mature.

- Hey.
CYNTHIA: Ahem, ahem.

I feel a cold coming on.

Wait, isn't your little charity thing
working on a cure for that?

You're thinking of cancer.

FINCH: Ben and Cynthia Kamin, whose
social networking site connectroid.com...

...was devalued by half
when Friendczar debuted.

Kamin's pretending to make nice.

- Finch, I think Pierce just made me.
- Just mention the carried interest loophole.

You'll be fine.

Ahem. Haven't seen you at one of these
things before. What's your story?

John Wiley, hedge fund manager.

How's that, uh, carried interest loophole
treating you?

I'm sorry. I thought you were interesting.

My mistake.

[AUCTIONEER BANGS GAVEL]

AUCTIONEER: Ladies and gentlemen, take your
seats for the auction portion of tonight's event.

I didn't make a good first impression.

I didn't realize we were dealing
with a one percenter...

...who finds other one percenters tedious.

AUCTIONEER: We'll start the bidding tonight
with our most coveted item...

...a collection of letters
handwritten by Albert Einstein.

We'll start the bidding for the letters
at $1 million.

Who will start at $1 million
for our opening bid?

One million dollars right here,
looking for 1.5.

Looking for 1.5,
1.5 in the back, looking for 2.

One-five looking for $2 million. I got 1.5.

- Need $2 million for these.
- Kamin's bidding against Pierce.

AUCTIONEER: Two million dollars, anyone?
Two million dollars.

Looking for 2.5.
Two million, five hundred thousand dollars.

- Looking for 3. We got 2.5--
PIERCE: Ahem.

You know, I think these letters
are worth much more than a piddly 3 mil.

We can do better. Am I right, Kamin?

- Five million.
AUCTIONEER: We've got $5 million...

...ladies and gentlemen.

That's too rich for Kamin's blood.
Anybody else?

Hm?

I'm so sorry, Finch, but this guy's
too used to getting his own way.

Ten million.

AUCTIONEER: Ten million dollars,
ladies and gentlemen, going once.

Reese, this is not petty cash.

AUCTIONEER:
We've got 10 million going twice.

Sold right there to the gentleman
for $10 million.

[GUESTS CLAPPING]

[CHATTERING]

I'm sorry. Maybe next time.

No apology necessary.
I was just driving up the price for charity.

[AUCTIONEER CLEARS THROAT
THEN CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Well....
- Excuse me.

Finch, Pierce just got a text.
He's on the move.

CYNTHIA: Get your ass in here.
PIERCE: Yes, ma'am.

[CYNTHIA LAUGHING]

I thought you had a cold?

[CYNTHIA LAUGHING]

Pierce is not just encroaching on Kamin's
business, he's encroaching on his wife.

- Oh, dear.
REPORTER 1: Where is Mr. Pierce?

I know Pierce and I were supposed to
give you a sound bite for the 11:00 news...

...but he's indisposed at the moment.

One tip I can give you is that the Friendczar
IPO will break records and make history.

- Thanks.
REPORTER 2: Is Pierce avoiding us?

The board knows Pierce
only listens to you.

Get him to pull himself together.
Get this company some good press.

FINCH: That's Sinclair Melbourne,
VC and chairman of the Friendczar board.

It was a one-time slip-up, Sinclair.
It won't happen again.

AUCTIONEER:
Sir, your letters.

No, you can keep them.

Finch, Pierce just left the auction,
but his car's not here. Pierce is gone.

What? He has no mode of transport.

[WHIRRING]

Is that a helicopter?

It's against the law to take off
from a rooftop in Manhattan.

How do we keep up with a guy
who breaks all the rules?

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

INGRAM:
Been trying to get ahold of you.

Turned off my phone.
I'm working on a new algorithm.

Harold.

Something happened this morning.

MAN [ON TV]: Current estimates for casualties
from both attacks are very grave.

It is estimated that about 200 first responders....

Was it a plane?

Two planes.

MAN [ON TV]: Countless bodies have yet
to be recovered, as they are buried under....

We started IFT to change the world.

Our suits got nicer,
our Scotch more expensive.

We changed,
but the world stayed the same.

Until today.

If we don't change the world,
someone else will.

So, what are we gonna do
to stop the guys who did this?

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Finch, looks like our billionaire
might be having a breakdown.

FINCH [OVER EARPIECE]: Pierce appears to be
more erratic than your typical billionaire.

WOMAN: Nice legs.
FINCH: Closest thing to a routine...

...is a weekly visit to a dry cleaner.

- Where are you?
FINCH: I'm at work.

[WHISTLING]

Hm. Where's Pauly?

He got a full scholarship
to the Brooklyn Law Center.

So I guess you will be needing
my ticket then.

- Did you use the, uh--?
- CO2 process. Yes, of course, Mr. Pierce.

- I guess you ran out of clean suits.
- Yeah.

I'm actually more of a jeans
and T-shirt kind of guy.

I only have one suit.
A good suit is like the perfect woman.

Once you find the right one...

...nothing else will do.

How very eccentric of you.

Your card.

Have a nice day.

FINCH [OVER EARPIECE]: Mr. Reese,
I switched Pierce's titanium card...

...for one with a listening device.

I hacked his online calendar.

He'll be heading back to the office
for a round of Friendczar depositions.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Friendczar destroyed my business.

[PIERCE SNORING]

They ruined my reputation.

No one returns my calls.

And I can forget raising
any venture capital funds.

Friendczar is aggressive about purchasing
and absorbing small start-ups.

And if a small CEO
tries to go toe-to-toe with them...

...he gets sued for patent infringement,
no matter how bogus the suit.

[PIERCE SNORING]

Could you tell me why Pierce
can't look the man he's suing in the eye?

Because he's asleep.

PIERCE:
Huh?

You didn't violate our patents.
We screwed up.

We'll help you raise
the venture capital funds you lost.

- Uh, thank you.
PIERCE: Who's next?

OGILVY: Emily Morton's lawyers are here.
- Mm, great.

According to Detective Carter,
Ms. Morton sold Friendczar...

...her matchmaking site,
alchementary.com.

Promised they'd launch her site, instead
they made sure it never saw the light of day.

I see lawyers, but no client.

Our client is unable to appear
due to extenuating circumstances.

A frivolous lawsuit doesn't qualify
as extenuating circumstances.

- But intimidation does.
- We have a board meeting at 1.

The board can meet me on Coney Island.

Uh, they have got these
bacon-wrapped hot dogs...

...crispy on the outside,
juicy on the in.

Basic kosher nightmare, but you know what
they say, what happens on Coney Island....

I guess nothing good really happens
on Coney Island. Except for these dogs.

What a lunatic.

If we don't get ahold of Miss Morton,
we have to drop the lawsuit.

Emily is missing, and her lawyer implied
she's being intimidated.

FINCH:
Right before her suit goes to trial.

The timing is a little too perfect.

Maybe Pierce and his partner have
something to do with her disappearance.

- Pierce?
PIERCE: Hm?

Two days before your IPO,
and you're streaking across Tribeca?

Tell me, Sinclair, you buy all your shirts
pre-stuffed, or do you fill them out?

Come here.

Get your partner back in the game,
or I'm calling an emergency meeting.

When you build a viable web server,
you're free to run the company.

In fact, let's put it before the board.
You or me?

That's what I thought.
Lunchtime, bitches.

Finch, even his own company's
having trouble curbing Pierce's behavior.

FINCH [OVER EARPIECE]:
I'm glad to hear we're not alone.

[ENGINE REVVING LOUDLY]

REESE:
Pierce is headed to Coney Island. I'm on it.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Something's not right.
Normally, Pierce drives fast...

...but he drives with precision.

PIERCE: Uh, this is Logan Pierce. I have a slight
problem with my car. I can't slow down.

FINCH: Pierce's car won't decelerate.
Most modern vehicles can be hacked into.

If you can get within 10 meters,
I'll be able to infiltrate the Bluetooth...

...then access the engine control unit.

PIERCE:
Whoa!

REESE:
He blew a light. I lost him.

No matter. I'm in.

Someone has hacked
into the car's ECU...

...installed malware, locked the car
in third gear at 50 miles an hour.

PIERCE: Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?
My accelerator's stuck.

I can't downshift.

Communications and emergency services.

You can't decelerate.
I'll do my best to remedy your problem.

PIERCE: Remedy faster, Sherlock.
I'm kind of hosed right now.

FINCH: Reese, you have eyes on Pierce?
REESE: Yes, he's about 10 seconds out...

...from a catastrophic accident.

You don't stop him, Finch,
there's a cargo truck that will.

[HORN HONKS]

Finch, you saved him.

PIERCE:
Take me to the city.

We can't protect someone
we can't keep up with.

- What do you have in mind?
- A different tactic.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

WOMAN [OVER INTERCOM]:
There's a John Wiley to see you.

Tell him I'm a busy man.
If he objects, have security show him out.

[SIGHS]

[GRUNTING AND YELLING]

I'll make this quick.

I have it on good authority
that your life's in danger.

Normally I'd just follow you around,
help behind the scenes...

...but you've got too much money
and too many resources.

I can protect you, but only if you let me
stick with you for the next 48 hours.

Sounds like fun.

See, I knew you were interesting.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

The freight train just left for Des Moines.
The machine will be at the facility in 10 days.

[SIGHS]

I've been thinking about you wanting
to make a difference, help people.

We can do that now, we could invest in
clean water initiatives, sustainable farming.

We built the single most powerful
technology known to man.

A machine that knows
when someone needs help.

And you just gave it away.

We had our chance, Harold.

Well, we built it, and it saves lives.

- Not enough lives.
- We've been over this, Nathan.

- The machine is gone.
- What if we could still access it?

We decided we weren't going to play God.
We weren't going to build a back door.

We decided a lot of things
the last seven years.

And that one...

...I'm the least proud of.

We did what we set out to do.

Now, either we move on
to the next thing together, or we don't.

You decide.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Alchementary uses an advanced algorithm
to predict if the relationship will last.

Notjust romantic relationships.

Uh, business, friendships, you name it.

Logan Pierce and Justin Ogilvy
promised to launch Alchementary.

I am going to make sure
they keep their promise.

[BEAR WHIMPERS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

OGILVY:
Hey, Pierce. Buddy.

Before you go, about tonight?

Party, New York Stock Exchange,
potential investors?

Right. I'll be early. And make sure
there's an invitation for Mr. Wiley here.

Isn't this the guy
who outbid you at the charity auction?

- We're considering a merger.
CAMPBELL: Think that's a good idea?

- Partnering with a guy you just met?
- I think it's ideal.

I haven't had time
to learn all his flaws yet.

See you at the party, bitches.

FINCH: Mr. Reese, Emily Morton vowed
to make Pierce launch her technology.

A technology that would seriously compete
with Friendczar.

Pretty sure Pierce is the victim,
not the perpetrator.

Someone made an attempt on his life.

Someone with hacking skills.

Someone like
a missing software engineer?

Why get the exact same car
when your old one didn't even have a scratch?

Because it's unparalleled.
I don't collect toys.

Just the best of what I need.
One car. One watch.

Two mil. Charts the phase and the orbit
of the moon, tells time to the nanosecond...

...and I don't have to wind it.

For $2 million, I certainly hope not.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Welcome to my humble abode.

You call this humble?

Single malt Scotch, neat, right?

- That's what you had at the auction.
- No, thanks. It's impressive, though.

Knowing people is my business.

I thought your business
was schmoozing investors...

- ...for your IPO.
- Mm.

My watch might not be able
to tell time to the nanosecond...

- ...but you're late.
- I have better things to do.

[PLAYER GRUNTS
AND CROWD CHEERS ON MONITOR]

Finch, Pierce is missing his own party.

Just as well.

Pierce won't be safe in public now.

Check your phone.

FriendcZar's IPO is predicted to reach
record-breaking numbers.

- Think you'll make history?
- Stock this overvalued, how could we not?

Personally, I'd wait to buy for a day or two
until after the stock dips.

You know what I mean? Whew.

The board called an emergency meeting.
Pierce is no longer CEO of Friendczar.

Who died?

Oh, God, don't tell me it was me.

The board thinks they can do your job
after all. You're out.

Well, here's to unemployment.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[CLEARS THROAT]

I don't feel--

Pierce?

- Pierce?
- Aah!

Sit back, sit back, sit back.

You're having a reaction.

Are you allergic to anything?

Naproxen.

- Mr. Reese, what's going on?
- The Scotch, it was spiked.

Pierce is going into anaphylactic shock.

- Sending an ambulance.
- No time. I need to get air into his lungs.

Relax. Look at me.

You're gonna be okay.

Is Pierce all right, Mr. Reese?

REESE:
Yes.

But he's gonna have
one hell of a hangover.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[BOTH SIGHING]

You saved me.

In the Chinese culture,
you'd be responsible for me for life.

Glad neither one of us is Chinese then.

Who has access to your house?

Just a hundred or so
of my closest friends.

I like people.

- I like to party.
- Who knows you're allergic to Naproxen?

I don't know. I didn't develop the allergy
until recently. Why are you doing this?

Somebody put you up to this?
Is this penance for some deep, dark mistake?

Spoken like a man
who's made his fair share.

I-- Mistakes don't interest me.

I don't look back. I keep moving.
It's the only way to stay alive.

Philosophy makes sense, coming from a kid
whose parents went bankrupt.

Knowing people is my business too.

Yeah, my dad owned
a little camera shop...

...and, um, he made most of his money
developing film.

And he insisted on staying the course.

All the way until the point
that film became extinct.

Then he tried to sell digital cameras,
but it was too late...

...everyone had one in their phone.

It's like he didn't even see it coming.

When the business failed,
we lost everything.

And you think if you're constantly evolving
this won't happen to you?

Of course it'll happen.

But if you accept change is inevitable,
it doesn't crush you when it does.

Every technology ages, John.

The only thing that never gets old...

...is connecting with people.

That's what everyone wants.

A real connection.

Well, you might wanna consider losing
a couple hundred of your closest friends.

Mm-hm.

I think you've had
enough excitement for one night.

I'm gonna rest my eyes...

...and give you a break.

REESE: I've put the billionaire to bed, Finch.
We need to meet.

REESE:
Nice night for a walk.

- Why didn't you bring Bear?
- Bear didn't wanna come.

I read that if there's anxiety in the home...

...it can make your pets become upset.

Have you been under any excess stress?

Besides being locked
in an 11-by-13 in Rikers...

...and wearing a bomb vest
around Manhattan? Not really.

Whoever poisoned Pierce
had access to his home.

- We need to move him.
- My thinking exactly.

I'll have Detective Carter
examine the decanter for prints.

You can escort our friend
to the safe house.

- Time to wake the billionaire.
- I'm awake.

And just who are you?

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

You don't wanna tell me who you are,
that's okay. I already know.

Tell me, how did you make a bug
small enough to fit inside this?

It was your voice too.

You hacked into my car and remotely
accessed the accelerator and the brakes.

That makes you the brains of the operation.
No offense.

And judging by your bespoke suit,
you're also the bank.

Then there's you, John.
You took out my security guard, Zvi.

He's a former Mossad agent
and an expert in Krav Maga.

So, what is it, John?
Former Special Ops?

Ex-CIA?

And you, just a very rich hacker?

As far as you're concerned, Mr. Pierce,
we don't exist.

That's what's most impressive.
John, I've been looking into you.

I'm not talking about your bogus cover.

You and your partner
don't seem to have a digital footprint.

So I have to ask myself, how is this
possible in this information age?

People with that kind of anonymity,
that's true power.

So you see, I know who you are.

The only thing I don't know
is why you do what you do.

Let me remind you, Mr. Pierce,
that we saved your life. Twice.

Wanna keep butting into our affairs
or do you want to live?

No need to get testy.
I was just making small talk.

- So, what's the plan?
- I'm afraid that you can't trust anyone.

We've arranged to take you
to a safe house nearby.

You don't want anyone to find me,
but you're keeping me in the city?

You know a better place?

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Where exactly is this place?

We just flew 10 hours,
you can't wait one more minute?

[RUSSIAN FOLK MUSIC
PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

PIERCE:
So, what do you think?

- You said you had a safe house.
PIERCE: Yeah.

REESE: This is a bar?
- No, this is a bomb shelter made into a bar.

And it is totally safe. Sit, please.

Come on.

[PIERCE CLEARS THROAT]

This is good.

[PIERCE SIGHS THEN CHUCKLES]

What are we doing here?

Do you like pierogies?

I have it on good authority
they have the best in the world.

You flew me halfway across the world...

...for fried dumplings?

Double-fried.

Yeah.

[CLICKS FINGERS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

FINCH:
Bear, look.

Mm....

[BEAR WHIMPERING]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Just the person I wanna speak to.

Any closer to discovering
who poisoned Logan Pierce?

CARTER:
Got a partial print off the decanter.

Sent it through AFIS.

Came up with a match
with 11 points in common.

The guy's prints were on file
because he's an officer of the court.

[RUSSIAN FOLK MUSIC
PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

Mm-hm. Heh-heh-heh.

- Mm.
- Might wanna slow down.

- Hm?
- I can't protect you from a heart attack.

You know...

...you need to enjoy life.

No one knows how to enjoy life
as much as you, Pierce.

How did he find us?

He got a text from Pierce.

I think you take pleasure in making me
schlep after you. These couldn't wait?

I thought we agreed. No friends.

He's also my lawyer.
You know, and the board forced me out.

In doing so, they relinquished
my non-compete clause...

...which is good, because I am officially
looking for a new job.

Mr. Reese, something you should know.
Campbell's prints were on the decanter.

The board made Pierce take
a medical exam for his insurance.

His lawyer filed the paperwork.

You spiked his alcohol.

You read about his allergy
on his insurance application.

You tried to kill him.

Jeremy.

Is that true?

No, that's absurd.

You're my best client, my only client.

Pierce plans to switch firms
after the IPO is released.

CAMPBELL:
Why would I want you dead?

Maybe because your only client
is looking for a new attorney.

Was I talking to you?

Who the hell do you think you are?

- Might want to keep your hands to yourself.
- Are you threatening me?

[CAMPBELL YELLING AND GRUNTING]

Yo, Pierce, are we missing all the fun?

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

Uh.... Ahem.

Full disclosure, I might have mentioned
our little trip to one or two people.

I mean, you can't expect me
to be all business, can you?

If you're not gonna take your safety
seriously, why should I?

PIERCE:
Oh, come on, relax, dude.

Join the party.

Campbell's no longer a threat, Finch.
Pierce has enough friends.

He doesn't need our help.

[CHATTERING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- Hey, you want a coffee or something?
- No, I'm good, thanks.

What you doing here, anyway?

Somebody made two cops disappear
without a trace.

Probably not the kind of stuff
you wanna leave lying around your desk.

Been thinking about the billionaire,
his own lawyer trying to do him in.

My heart breaks for him.

I'm glad you got my back.

You got a point, Fusco?

There are some things
you should know about me.

- Some mistakes I made--
- No. Heh.

We're not doing that.
You don't get to share that with me.

You say you've changed,
so I'm gonna trust you.

But if those mistakes you made
come back to haunt you...

...you will not expect me to cover for you.

We may be partners...

...we might even be friends...

...but, um, I'm still a cop. Understood?

Yeah, I hear you.

Loud and clear.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I'll be home in 12 hours to help
with the next number.

I'm afraid that'll be too late. The next number
has already come up. Only it's not new.

- Someone we've helped before?
- Someone we're currently helping.

Logan Pierce.
There's another threat against him.

Or else someone is conspiring
with the lawyer.

All I know for certain is that Pierce
is in immediate danger.

I'm headed back to the club now.

No need. I was able to hack
Pierce's credit card account.

His card was just used at the
Grand Vishera Hotel in St. Petersburg.

I'm sending you the address.
It's right over the bridge.

[KNOCKS]

Pierce, it's John.

WOMAN:
Stop right there.

He warned me someone would come.
I've called security. Get out.

Emily. What are you doing here?

I said get out. Now.

Mr. Reese, what's going on?

Emily Morton.

She's alive and appears to be
a pretty good...

...shot.

What'd you mean he warned you
someone else would come?

[GUN CLICKS]

Who's he?

Pierce put you up at this hotel, didn't he?

Finch, Emily's not working against Pierce.
She's working with him.

I haven't seen Pierce since he came
by my apartment about a week ago.

Said someone was on to us,
told me to pack a bag...

...so I could finish Alchementary.

We planned to announce
our project tomorrow.

Emily's technology will cannibalize
Friendczar's business.

It seems the person closest to Pierce
is the one with the most to lose.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

PIERCE:
Justin. That you, buddy?

Hey.

Well, I guess
we're breaking up the company.

Sorry, Pierce.

But you brought this on yourself.

[PIERCE GRUNTING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[PIERCE GASPING AND COUGHING]

PIERCE: No. No! No!
OGILVY: Give us a minute.

I always knew a woman
would come between us.

Just didn't think it'd be because
you liked her technology.

Emily didn't break us up, Justin, you did.

You know, she actually reminds me of you.
How you used to be.

Passionate, principled.

Before you decided we need to bully
and bury our competition.

- I didn't hear you objecting.
- You weren't listening.

How many times did I tell you
I don't want to run a business like that?

You didn't want to run a business at all.

Left me to do everything.
I thought maybe you'd gone off the deep end.

Parading around town half-naked,
taking board meetings at Coney Island.

Then I realized...

...if the board pushed you out,
your non-compete clause would be void.

You could take Emily's technology public.

Emily's idea is better.

It's what people want. The perfect match
in love and friendship, even business.

What do you know about friends?

All your friends want you dead.

Even your new pal has left you.

Dump him.

PIERCE:
No. No. No!

No! Wait! Wait!

Wait!

[GRUNTING]

[PIERCE PANTING]

I had them right where I wanted them,
you know.

- You need to get new friends, Pierce.
- I couldn't agree with you more, man.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

FINCH: Either we move on to the next thing
together or we don't. You decide.

[SIGHS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Today, Justin Ogilvy,
the cofounder of friendczar.com...

...was brought up on charges for attempting
to murder his partner, Logan Pierce.

Some friendships aren't made to last.

The Friendczar IPO
has continued its downward slump...

...after an announcement that Pierce
is launching a new company...

...that's in direct competition
with Friendczar.

Pierce is partnering
with software engineer Emily Morton...

...and, surprisingly, Ben Kamin,
his former rival.

MAN [ON MONITOR]: Thanks, Janet.
Now turning our attention to the weather....

All right, Chewie,
prepare to get posterized.

I heard your mother sat on her iPhone,
and it turned into an iPad.

Is that true, man? Is it true?

[PLAYERS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Next bucket gets the other guy's car.
Or in your case, your bike.

Or MetroCard. Whatever. Bet's a bet.

- Whoa, thief. You are a thief.
BIGFOOT: Aah!

I said check the ball.
You guys heard me say check the ball?

No, that's ball game, what you said.

I'm just kidding, showboat.

I'm a man of my word.

- Man, you crazy.
- Yeah, I've heard that.

[ALL CHATTERING]

[PIERCE CHUCKLES]

You got some game.

- You're full of surprises.
- You're one to talk.

- Partnering with Kamin, your competition?
- The guy's a straight shooter.

Plus Emily's software
said we're compatible.

Not so much with his wife, though.

One thing I don't get...

...you warned Emily about Ogilvy.

And you knew he was after you.

Why didn't you tell me?

Haven't you heard? I have a reckless
disregard for my own safety.

You just wanted to see how I worked.

You know, I finally figured it out.

Why you do what you do.

Altruism.

How's that working out for you?

Just a little thank you.

So I guess you'll be moving on
to your next hapless stranger.

[ENGINE REVVING LOUDLY]

I can at least give you a lift.

Actually, I, uh....

I think I'll take the subway.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

What are we doing here, Finch?

- We have another number?
- No, a date.

You got me a date?

Not you. Bear.

He needs a friend. Hello.

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

- Good thinking, Finch.
- Heh.

Our billionaire gave me
a little something.

Well....

REESE:
It tells time to the nanosecond.

That was a very expensive watch.

Not to mention, a gift.

A gift equipped with GPS.

A cunning billionaire
with unlimited resources.

Our friend is just curious enough
to be dangerous.

[English - US - SDH]