All language subtitles for Person of interest s03e12

What do you think,
you're the only one that's hurting?

Finch send you?
He's worried about you.
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- She has a new number for us.
- So, you two know each other?

Harold and I go
all the way back to MIT.

He said his tumor
was causing memories

to flood out at him.

There was a second machine
and Arthur built it.

Do you know of anyone
who'd wanna hurt your husband?

Vigilance.

- I suppose this was inevitable.
- Control.

One of you is gonna tell me
what it is I wanna know.

How lucky are we, Agent Hersh?

I thought I was getting
Arthur's broken toy, Samaritan,

but you, Harold.

I know who you are,
what you've done for us

but since you stole my device,

I've been worried
its intel might dry up.

That's why you've done
these terrible things to Arthur.

Obliterated his wife's identity,
stolen her life,

all for a contingency, a plan B?

But now you're here.
A plan B might not be necessary.

You can tell me
where you hid my program.

I don't know. It moved itself.
It doesn't answer to me anymore.

The first one to talk gets to live.

I bet your friend will give me
Samaritan eventually.

Congress shut down Samaritan
in 2005,

destroyed the code.
It doesn't exist.

Of course it exists.

Please, I don't understand.

You told me you took precautions.

Two drives disappeared
during the Samaritan purge.

Where are they?

I can't access the right file.

Trying. it's corrupted.

We'll need some enhanced methods.

Agent Hersh,
do you have some ideas?

Mm-hmm.

Agent Shaw.

It has been a thrill
watching you work.

Two to the head, please.

And be careful of the blood spray.

Arthur.

Sorry about the blood spray.

I told you, Harold.
We were supposed to work together.

Scold him later, Root.
Cut me loose.

Come on.

Let's move. Make a left at the end
of the hallway

to the service elevator.

This way, go.

Elevator node's 5228 pound.
Go!

Nice to see you again.

You're behind the wheel.
In the front.

Stealing a car, almost dying.

It reminds me of the old days
at MIT, Harold.

We got to move.

Engines are go.

You're right, Arthur,
just like college.

Where are you off to?

I need your help
with the tractor today.

Got to plow the fields
then you can go see your friends.

Dad, we can't, not today.

- Where are you taking those bags?
- I packed them for you.

You're moving.

You remember The Pines?

The staff there,

they can take care of you
better than I can.

Yeah, of course. Of course.

It'll just be for a little while
until I'm done.

I'm making something
that'll help you.

You're still working
on that memory thing.

Not just memory.
It's more of a friend.

Maybe one day,
this guy will watch over you,

learn from you, protect you.

Well, if anyone can do it, it's you.

The world spins on dreamers
like you, Harold.

Yeah, I should change, shouldn't I?

You know, I'm gonna tell everybody
at The Pines

my son is changing the world.

Why does Control want the drives
to a broken program?

The program's only broken
until somebody smart fixes it.

We should hurry.
For all we know,

Arthur gave Vigilance the location
of the drives during interrogation

and Control will find us soon,
somehow.

- Arthur. Come on.
- Yeah.

Are you sure
that you did everything correctly?

Excuse me?

Because if the alarm
was not disabled

- then Nathan is gonna get expelled.
- Nathan?

His mind has slipped back to 1981,
to MIT.

Our friend convinced us
to do a hack,

a prank at the Harvard-Yale game.

Everything will be fine, Arthur.

It was son of an anti-nuclear
proliferation statement.

- And to impress certain ladies.
- A rebel and a skirt chaser.

No, no, no,
Harold doesn't need to chase.

He's got a certain
gravitational pull

with the female population.

You know, I think that Nathan
should be here by now.

- Arthur.
- Yeah?

Nathan isn't coming.

You've drifted away.

Nathan, he's dead, isn't he?

Arthur, what Control said,
now, I need you to think very hard.

Was it true?
Did you make a backup?

Save it, Harold.
He's closed for business.

Of course I made a backup.

It's just that that woman
seemed quite dangerous,

so I played the tumor card.

It was a ruse,
remembering to forget.

You're growing on me, Arthur.

- Who are you?
- Never mind.

Arthur, we need that backup
even if it's broken.

Samaritan is our best chance
to ensure your safety.

- Can you remember where it is?
- Yeah.

It's with...

It's with a dear friend of ours.

Arthur's back with us
but I'm worried about Ms. Groves.

We should have heard from her.

Hello there.
How are you, Miss May?

- Call me Root.
- Of course.

And you can call me Control.

I believe our interests are aligned.

The government can help you escape.

Our department can protect you
from Harold

and his friend in the suit.

You have been running missions
for them, correct?

I'm more
of an independent contractor.

Is that why they committed you
to an asylum,

to keep you contained?

Seems everybody
wants to lock me up.

What I saw in the hotel

confirms something
that I have long suspected.

You have administrative access.

You have found a way
inside The Machine.

I want you to give me that access...

...for the sake of your country
and perhaps for other payment.

It'd be like giving
a five-year-old keys to a jet.

Irresponsible and stupid.

Well, that's a shame.

I was really hoping
to do this the easy way.

However...

...there are other options.

Hey.
Rise and shine, wonder boy.

Truce, right?

Because round two
won't go so good for you.

I'm not gonna fight you.

That was very stupid of you, Lionel.

You should know better
than to hit me.

- You're lucky to be alive.
- I won my points, Holyfield.

Are you getting us out of here?
You know, throw your weight around?

The yokel sheriff
of East Bumblesquat

can't read an NYPD badge.

Better get comfortable.

This is the place.

Our friend has a safe deposit box.
The drives are in it.

A safe deposit box won't do us
much good without the key.

Claypool's been rocking
footed pajamas for months.

I doubt he still has it.

I'm afraid we've lost him
to his medical alert button.

I was wondering
why that thing didn't work.

- Hello?
- Hello.

- Can I help you with anything?
- Yeah, do you have any Twizzlers?

We're here for a safe deposit box
in the name of...

Smoot. Rudiger Smoot, box 433.

Of course, Mr. Smoot.
This way, gentlemen.

Just breathe.

This is fun.

In the 1960s,

the government experimented
with various substances

to enhance interrogations.

A barbiturate in one arm
to knock you out,

an amphetamine in the other.

A roller coaster of sorts.

You can only take
so many rounds of it

before your heart explodes.

Shall we begin?

- Where is it?
- It is beyond your reach.

You think you're in charge?

It's adorable
just how wrong you are.

Your safe deposit box
is just over here, Mr. Smoot.

- Who the hell is Rudiger Smoot?
- It was a dare.

Arthur said I couldn't create
a false identity

sound enough
to open a bank account.

The added challenge
was the obviously fake name.

- Rudiger Smoot.
- "Rudiger”?

Nickname Rudy, the one Claypool
was dishing about to Vigilance

while he was jacked up
on sodium pentothal.

If he told Vigilance the location,

we'll soon have some
rather aggressive

privacy activists on our hands.

Sooner than soon.
We got company.

They're using tricked-out lasers
to fry the security cams.

It's Vigilance.

I'll slow them down.

Here you are.
I'll need your key, Mr. Smoot.

Don't! No one gets hurt!

Everybody down on the ground
right now!

You heard him! Down, now!

I'm not gonna tell you again!

I've always said banks
were meant to be robbed.

Hurry up! Move! Move!

All the way back! Keep going!

The cavalry has arrived.

Get primary.

- Anthony, two left, two right.
- It's Hersh.

Get out of there new.

Drop your weapons

and come out of the bank
with your hands up.

- I'll organize the defensive line.
- Good. I'll go to the vault.

Finch, get out now.

Too late. Good luck, Miss Shaw.
You're on your own.

They got to let us out of here soon.

They're just keeping us in here
for a laugh at this point.

Nothing wrong with jail.

Some of the best vacations
I've ever had were behind bars.

You're a peach, you know that?

How about we just figure a way
to get out of here and go home?

"Home"?

What home, Lionel?

You know, I mean, you've never
actually invited me over but home.

Meaning our friends
and that thing we were doing.

What is it we were doing again?

Helping people.

Keeping them safe so they could
get home to their loved ones.

No offense, Lionel.

I know the whole being
a good guy thing is new to you...

...but you're not fooling anyone
and neither will we.

We weren't helping people.
We were delaying the inevitable.

No one ever said
we were gonna win.

But it doesn't mean
you stop fighting.

No. I've learned my lesson.

It's entropy, Lionel.
Decay.

We save someone, they'll still lose,
just tomorrow, not today.

And I know that now,

same as I know
you'll probably go back

to be a corrupt piece of garbage.

Water finds its level.

You know what?

She was the best of us,

better than me
and a damn sight better than you.

And she got killed.

But where I come from,
that doesn't mean you just give up.

Hey, Skip. We're done here.

You're free to go.
Do whatever you want.

I'll tell Finch I tried.

Tell Finch...

...thanks for the job.

I haven't heard from Glasses
since last night.

That's not like him.

He probably needs our help
but there's no point, right?

We'd just be delaying
the inevitable.

Elevate her leg.
Continue applying pressure.

- You've done all you can.
- Keep this. We won't be far.

Arthur, follow me.

- Ms. Shaw, what's your situation?
- Rock and a hard place.

I'd take out Vigilance

but they're the only ones
keeping Hersh out.

And I can probably handle
an ISA tac team by myself

- but no guarantees.
- We need an escape route

but you have to be careful.

I urge you to consider
what Mr. Reese would do.

- Brood.
- As you've said, you're a hammer.

Mr. Reese is a scalpel.
This requires a bit more finesse.

Well, I got finesse
coming out of my ass, Harold.

Stay right there.

I was wondering when you'd call.

This doesn't have to escalate.
Everyone can walk out alive.

Come on, no need to play games.

We both know I'm not a bank robber
and you're not a hostage negotiator.

If you evacuate
in the next 60 seconds,

we'll let you live.

If not,
your organization ceases to exist.

No records, no funerals.

You have no intention
of letting us leave...

...but I'm glad we talked.

My sources tell me
the drives hold intel

about a worldwide
surveillance system

but judging from your concern,

I'm guessing it's something
even more explosive than that...

...something worth dying for.

We will expose the abuses
our government has perpetrated.

Goodbye, Agent.

The government wanted
an open system.

That the NSA could control,
targeting individuals at whim?

But it's broken.
So there's no reason to be scared.

No.

Harold, meet Samaritan.

AI.

Well, you always said
it was impossible

and you were always right
about everything.

There's something else.

"The world breaks everyone
and afterward...

- ...many are strong...
- "Many are strong...

- ...at the broken places."
- ...at the broken places."

A Farewell to Arms.
That's my handwriting.

It's dated February 24th, 2005.
What does it mean?

I haven't the foggiest
but look at my penmanship.

It's exquisite.

You have the power
to make this stop.

Help me, please.

- I am trying to help you.
- I wasn't talking to you.

Tell me, where is The Machine?
How do you access it?

All you need to do is give me
your username and password.

All of this could stop.

Did I say something funny?

You're asking
all the wrong questions.

I am the interface.

If you wanna talk to her,
just give me a phone.

Will this do?

- I'm sorry. I'm a bit tied up.
- You're not gonna get it just yet.

- How do you use The Machine?
- I don't.

She uses me.

You view The Machine
as your superior?

No. Much more.

My power, my reason for existing,
my friend.

The Machine looks out for me.

I believe you.

I believe you have a link
to The Machine,

anthropomorphic delusions aside.

You say you're an interface?

Your eyes and your ears
are your ports, input and output?

We can put a stop to that.

There is a bone
in the back of your ear.

It's the stapes or stirrup.

It's very small.
It's very important.

Without it,

sound can't travel
from your ear to your brain.

A stapedectomy is usually done
under anesthesia

but I'm afraid
that just won't be the case today.

No, please.

You say The Machine
looks out for you?

Then why are you in this cell?
Why has it let this happen?

This friend that you love so much,
it's abandoned you.

"Time flows outward
in all directions.

This island, February 24th, 2005."

The day that Samaritan
was shut down.

No, that was February 25th.

Your note is dated one day earlier.

One day earlier.
Cafeteria lunch was terrible.

Harold. I did it.

I solved it
before they shut me down.

Harold, Samaritan is alive.

Come on.
No. No.

I need more power.

If they don't wanna let
people inside,

they ought to build it better.

Alive? It's not alive, Arthur.

The project broke me

but humans are broken
from the moment of conception.

Mutations, defects.
It's all so wonderful.

The chance of disaster.
We fail, we learn, we fail.

My program was too perfect.

You're talking
about evolutionary algorithms,

genetic programming.

That day, Harold, I broke it.

I forced it to delete bits
of itself,

its code, its blood.

And then reboot.
Rebirth.

Flailing in the dark.

A loop ten times a second

and after ten hours, Harold,
360,000 mutations,

it would live or die trying
and it lived.

It sparked. It stirred.

For 30 seconds,
it smiled and then died.

And the next day
the government shut you down.

That's why you saved it.

Protecting my child.

Is this the man with the glasses?

Stay down.

You know,
since we first crossed paths,

I've tried to find information
about you but there is none.

- I'm quite private.
- As am I.

I think we have a lot in common.

I'd like to work together,
make a deal.

You don't have to die.

Civil liberties
cannot be forged in blood.

Violent revolt is an American value.

Do you know the man
you're protecting?

We believe he's building
a secret system,

a system the government plans
to put in place to spy on all of us.

Now, he must be held accountable.

And the world needs to know
about this program.

Either let us in
or we will blow the vault wide open.

And clock's ticking.

Ms. Shaw, we're running out of time.
Vigilance claims to have explosives.

Yeah, no kidding.
It gave me an idea.

You ever made a pipe bomb?
There's a sewer main under the bank.

When Vigilance blows the vault,

this will punch
through the supply closet floor.

Then I grab you
and we go down to sewer town

before Hersh catches up.

This plan feels rather reckless.

There's a time for a scalpel
and a time for a hammer.

It's hammer time.

We have your friends surrounded.

So if you try anything,
I will have them all killed.

And then I will take the ear
you have left

and then your eyes
and then your tongue.

Do you understand?

You're too late.
The Machine's already talking.

You're too old, older than 40.

You can't hear a sound
above 15 kilohertz.

But I can,
with the ear I've got left.

My friend's been beeping
Morse code at that frequency

since you brought
your phone in here.

She's been talking to me
the whole time,

telling me about you.

You're scared of me,
even with all these guards watching.

By the way,
that one has a burn knee.

You're so scared of me
that you hid a knife in your pocket.

I couldn't reach it

until you got close enough
to cut me.

You still have a scalpel.
I'd call that a fair fight.

Suit up.

As soon as they hit the vault,
we're going in.

Last chance.

I don't know if you'll survive
the explosion.

Give us Claypool and his drives.

Good day, Mr. Collier.

- Arthur.
- How could I forget?

How could I?

There are certain
unforgettable things,

impossible, unerasable.

Arthur, I need you to consider

what may happen
when that door opens,

how Samaritan could be abused.

- End this. Destroy the drive.
- No.

This is life

or as close as we mortals come
to saying, "Let there be light."

It is extraordinary
and it is beautiful.

So are mushroom clouds
in their own way.

A hundred and fifty-five
Manhattan Project scientists

sent a petition to President Truman
begging him not to use the bomb

but they had created a demon
too great to resist.

No, Harold, this is knowledge.

It's what we fought for.
It'll just all be lost.

No, your knowledge will not be lost.

Nathan and I used your ideas.
We built it.

I was right.
There was another project.

It was you.

I'm not sure
that we should have built it.

We created it recklessly.
People died.

Your machine.
Is it wonderful?

Wonderful.
Yes, and terrible.

We saved good people
and lost good people.

In the end, I'm afraid
we've only given the deck a shuffle.

Everything slides towards chaos.

Your creation,

it brings us poor souls
a cupful of order.

Your child is a dancing star.

It's not my child.
It's a machine.

A false dichotomy,
it's all electricity.

Does it make you laugh?
Does it make you weep?

- Yes.
- What's more human?

But these people outside.

If they get your Samaritan,
they will hurt it, imprison it,

enslave it
and use it to enslave others.

Is that the life
that you would wish for your child?

Goodbye.
I'll remember you.

Harold, they're detonating it now.
It'll cause a shock wave.

Get away from the door.

Cover your ears and hide.

That was better than skydiving.

Here.

Come on, boys.

Go! Go! Go!

Let's keep moving.

- The drives.
- I destroyed them. They're gone.

Well, we've still got you.

Kill the others.

On your knees.
Now.

We gotta go. Leave him.
We gotta go. Go.

I heard you might need a hand.

Mr. Reese, I am inordinately happy
to see you.

Forget the shmoopy time.
We got to move.

Lionel, your face looks good
all covered up like that.

All right, let's go.

Oh, my goodness.
That smells horrendous.

Come on, fellas, into the muck.

We got him.

Where are the drives?

"The tree of liberty
must be refreshed from time to time

with the blood of patriots
and tyrants."

- Your guards were no match for her.
- I'm not gonna tell you anything.

You're not talking to me.

Hi, there.

What do you want me
to tell this bitch?

Why have you done this?

The Machine belongs to me.

No.
I don't belong to anyone anymore.

You, however, are mine.
I protect you.

The only thing you love lives

at 254 Wendell Street,
Cambridge, Massachusetts.

I guard it, same as I guard you.

Do not question my judgment.

Do not pursue me or my agents.

Trust in me.

I am always watching.

- What do you want?
- To save you.

From what?
Save me from what?

Isn't she the best?

Hello, Arthur.

I'm gonna sit with you for a while
if that's all right.

I'm glad you built it, Harold.

Somebody would have eventually.

And for all our sakes,
I'm glad it was you.

Welcome back, Arthur.

Harold, I'm disappearing.

Every time I come back,
my memories are fewer.

I don't remember the color
of Diane's eyes.

Forgetting is a piercing wound
keen as the first loss.

The memories are there, Arthur.
They're just hidden.

I'm sorry I left
without saying goodbye.

Tell Shaw I was touched
she came to look for me.

Where are you, Ms. Groves?

I wish you'd listened.

We were supposed
to help Claypool together.

Then the drives
would've never fallen

into the wrong hands.

- Arthur destroyed the drives.
- Are you sure?

The bank manager, Karen Wallace?

We lost track of her
in the explosion.

No, Harold. They found her body
stuffed in a closet.

She was murdered
just before you arrived.

Who was in the vault with us, then?

That's my problem now.

Please put Arthur on the phone.

Arthur. You have a call.

The Machine has something for you,
to send you on your way.

Where are we
going when you retire?

Who knows?
We may be on Mars by then.

Oh, Arthur. I'd take Hawaii.

You've always been so practical,

tethering me to reality
when I spin away.

You know I love you.
I don't say it often enough,

- but I do.
- l know.

There are a lot of things
about you I know.

- I love you too.
- I know.

Dad?

Now listen closely.

Men are going to come and visit you.

They're going to tell you
that I did terrible things,

committed treason.

Don't believe them, all right?

Do I know you, young man?

What's that one called, Dad?

Ms. Groves picked the locks
on the gate

and disabled
the ankle-bracelet sensors.

I suppose The Machine told her
where I'd hidden them.

Welcome home.
- I'm not staying.

I came back to protect you.

You're someone the world
can't afford to lose.

But I lost a friend
because of your machine.

We trusted blindly

but I'm not so sure he cares
who matters and who doesn't.

I came back to say goodbye, Finch.

John, you can't go.

I can't stay here.

I was able to swap out the drives.

Various interested parties think
they were destroyed.

Excellent work.

Did you examine
the drives' contents

- or tell anyone about them?
- Absolutely not.

Thank you for your service.

You have earned my highest esteem.

My Samaritan,
you are destined for great things.
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