All language subtitles for Person of interest s03e19

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system,

a machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.
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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'll never find us.

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

Just me, or is it getting harder
to tell these tourists apart?

Don't appreciate visitors, Shaw?

I don't appreciate their fanny packs.

Pretty handy for
concealing a grenade.

Taxi!

Got eyes on our number, Finch.

Leona Wainwright,

clerical assistant in the
Office of Personnel Management.

The OPM manages everything
from background checks

to pension benefits.

Federal.
So Leona lives in DC.

She's in town to see a Broadway show.

Is that why you had us dress up,
Harold?

- An evening at the theater?
- If you keep an open mind,

you might actually enjoy yourself.

- What's the show?
- Mamma Mia!

Whose turn is it to save this one?

- Let's flip for it.
- Heads.

Guess it's your turn.

Leona's cab hasn't moved.

Medallion number

two, X-ray, zero, three.

That number is registered
to a Mr. Sanjeev Verma.

- Doesn't look like a Sanjeev to me.
- Want me to shoot you?!

Shaw, I'm gonna need your help now.

Say the name.

Shaw, cabbie's phone.

Mr. Reese? Where's Leona?

Sorry, Finch.

Neither of you
could have predicted

that the threat to
Ms. Wainwright was so... immediate.

The cellular phone you retrieved
was activated yesterday.

It was registered to one
Jonathan Plowman Jr.

Guessing that's
not the cabbie's real name.

Correct. Jonathan Plowman Jr.
did not drive a taxi.

He was a spy for the Americans
in the Revolutionary War.

So Vigilance killed Leona.

What information could Leona have
that Vigilance wanted?

Ms. Wainwright worked
for the government,

and Vigilance has sworn to end
the government's abuse of privacy.

I'm afraid this is about the Machine.

Hey, I just got to the crime scene,
and I'm not the only one.

- The feds decided to drop by, too.
- I'm sure you'll charm them, Lionel.

I already tried.

These suits aren't letting me
within a mile of their investigation.

Augusta King,
Federal Bureau of investigation.

Give me a break.

Lionel, you don't want to be
uncooperative with a federal agent.

You're involved?
I don't want nothing to do with this.

Too late. One of Leona Wainwright's
many responsibilities

in the Office of Personnel Management
was security clearances.

- Security clearances? What for?
- She hasn't told me yet.

Either way, you need to be careful.

Yeah, no problem.
I'm getting the hell outta here.

Senator, it's so good to see you.

- The SecDef wasn't expecting you...
- I'm not here to see him.

Senator Garrison.

I don't expect you're here
to discuss the DOD's budget. Tea?

I'm assuming you've
heard about the woman

who died a very theatrical death
in New York.

Privacy terrorists.

They call themselves Vigilance.
They do like to make a statement.

Do they have our names?
Has the program been compromised?

It's possible, but I won't know
for sure until we get access

to Leona Wainwright's office.

If anyone finds out
about the system...

- They won't.
- How can you be so sure?

You lost the thing months ago.

Need I remind you of
the number of terrorist acts

that Northern Lights
has prevented?

I think we both know that you
and your fellow congressmen

would all be giving guest lectures
at second-tier universities

if another attack
happened on our soil.

So, why don't you
do everybody a favor

and just leave the
heavy lifting to me?

Like you always do.

By "heavy lifting,"
you mean sending your goons

and their black bags
into that woman's office?

Do you want me to answer that?

The feds are already involved,

which means we need to go
through official channels.

If this comes back on us,
prison will be the least of our worries.

- Sending us on a weekend getaway?
- We have a new number.

Matthew Reed,
criminal prosecutor

in the Manhattan District
Attorney's office.

How's a criminal prosecutor
connected to Vigilance?

He's not, as far as I can tell.

So why are we going to Westchester?

Because Mr. Reed will be
spending the weekend there,

as will you and Ms. Shaw.

Your covers.

Ms. Shaw will be Betty Harris
of Queens, and you, Mr. Reese,

will be Frank Mercer
of Kenosha, Wisconsin.

Shouldn't we be looking into what
information Leona gave to Vigilance?

You can leave that to me.

- I'll be traveling to DC.
- And we're not invited?

It's important that we not let
Mr. Reed out of our sight.

We can't risk losing another number.

Detective Fusco has
offered to accompany me.

This trip to Westchester,
is this some kind of punishment?

Got the car all packed.

AC/DC or the Dixie Chicks?

I believe I'm the one being punished.

What's a Manhattan prosecutor
doing at a Westchester high school?

Maybe he's here on a case.

Or not.

Welcome. Welcome.

Let's see here.

Oh, okay.

Frank.

And...

Betty?

So glad you made it.

Isn't this weekend
gonna be so much fun?

Our new number is checking in.

I can't believe Finch and Fusco
get to track Vigilance

while we're stuck in
suburban high school hell.

What's the matter, Shaw?

Weren't too popular in high school?

You know, we have more
important things to do

than to baby-sit some loser who
just wants to relive his glory days.

- Hi, Matthew. Oh, my gosh.
- Oh, hey.

- It's great to see you.
- You too.

- You look amazing.
- Shaw, you okay? You look strange.

I'm fine.

Just gonna bluejack this guy.

Betty?

I'm surprised you made it.

Who'd want to miss all this?

Yeah, well,
no one who looks as good as you.

Well, I'll see you tonight.

Looks like you caught
our new number's eye.

You're reading into it.

Your itineraries.

So there's drinks at
the bowling alley tonight,

and, of course,
the big shindig tomorrow.

I hope you brought
your dancing shoes.

- You do still swing dance, don't you?
- I don't like to show off.

And, of course,
Doug will be catering.

Doug Hemmill.

A little geeky.
Voted best listener.

Right, Doug,
with the catering company.

Doug's Dog Show.

It's a little gourmet hot dog joint.

If you'd excuse me.

Well, you actually
kinda look like Frank.

Let's see how Harold did with me.

Maybe Finch made a clerical error.

Betty Harris?
I actually look like this to you, Harold?

Well, not to me.

I implemented a
facial-symmetry algorithm

to find the closest match
for both you and Mr. Reese.

If you take away the
spectacles and the braces,

tame the permanent wave a bit,

I do believe that you and
Betty Harris look a great deal...

Harold, stop, right now.

Look, Ms. Harris
despised high school.

She keeps a blog
enumerating the reasons

that she wouldn't be caught dead
at her 20-year reunion,

so it's a fair assumption
that she would not show.

I'm a professional blogger?

Oh, no, the blog
is just a side project.

You're a dental hygienist.

Finch, did you know
I'm a great swing dancer?

And you're the Mattress King
of Kenosha, Wisconsin.

I sent the real Frank on an
all-expenses-paid vacation to Aruba,

so the two of you should be all set.

- Awesome!
- Yes!

- No sign of Matthew Reed.
- Just bulky sweaters and beer guts.

She looks friendly.
Let's ask her.

Excuse me, have you seen Mat...

Was it something I said?

You got the whole weekend
to find out.

Betty Harris.

I'm surprised I even recognized you.

- Me, too.
- It's Jack. Jack Tanner.

You probably don't
recognize me in this uniform.

They even gave me a gun.
You wanna see?

Oh, maybe later.

Some people are gun-shy.

Frank, you're holding up pretty good.

Expected your divorces
to take a toll.

We should really say hi
to Matthew Reed.

Yeah. How's he been?

- Have you seen him?
- Truthfully?

No one expected him to show.

He hasn't been back
since graduation day.

Can't blame him,
considering the circumstances.

- You know, the thing?
- The thing with the...

Girlfriend.

Claire Klein.

Matthew's girlfriend
died senior year.

Yeah, they found her body
in Matthew's car. Remember?

People said he had
something to do with her death.

Excuse me,
I'm gonna go say hi to Doug.

No, no, no, you see,
with yellow mustard,

all you're tasting is vinegar.
But with Dijon,

there's, like, hints of burgundy...

So it's the third time
I've been caught with the stuff.

There's our lawyer now.

I had a doctor's note for,
like, glaucoma or something.

This guy does the best medical
marijuana defense in Manhattan.

Okay.

Someone likes Matthew.

Like that guy's a great
judge of character.

Frank and Beans!

Case in point.

Buddy!

You haven't changed.

It's like going back
in a time machine.

And you look exactly the same
as the day we met.

- Wanna get lit?
- Maybe after dinner.

Prosecutor's on the move.

You should've stayed home.

Well, Matthew's got
at least one enemy.

And Frank's got two.

Detective Fusco, NYPD.

Gonna need to take a look at
Leona Wainwright's office

with my forensic photographer.

Oh, are you with the other men?

Detective.
Nice to see you again.

Yeah, we're gonna need to
get a look at Leona's office.

Help yourself.

It's all yours.

Any idea why the feds
are all over this case?

I imagine it has something
to do with the information

Ms. Groves gave you.

What, that Leona managed
security clearances?

Exactly. Ms. Wainwright
would have the name of

every government official,
from accountants to senators,

who could access the confidential
information in her department.

The physical copies
would've been in her office safe.

Which the feds just confiscated.

But the electronic copies would be
located on the OPM's secure network.

So you'll do some loud typing
while you hack the network?

I'm afraid it's going to
require a bit more finesse,

and I'll need somewhere to sit.

So this just became an overnight?

The department budget's
85 dollars a night for lodging.

But I got a place.

It usually rents by the hour,
but the manager gives me a deal.

You know, I'd prefer accommodations
that don't charge by the hour.

Perhaps you would allow me
to bolster your per diem.

Please.
- All right.

Got Matthew in sight.

Did you see that thing between
Doug and Matthew earlier?

Doug's still pissed about Claire.

Matthews girlfriend?

Matthew was her man,
but Doug was her duckie.

Her sidekick.
Her best platonic friend.

But he never had a chance
with Claire.

Matthew was never
the same afterwards.

He changed because of how she died?

Don't believe those rumors, man.

There was no foul play.
Matthew didn't kill Claire.

She overdosed, plain and simple.

Excuse me.

"Phil."

Been pretty baked for 20 years.
But who the hell are you?

No worries.
I forget who I am myself.

Lionel, gonna need you to pull
a copy of a 1994 police report

from Westchester.

Let me guess, you're gonna...

Wow.

Got the scoop on why all these
women are so fond of you, Frank.

You gave the brunette a promise ring,
then slept with her best friend,

the redhead, before having
a fling with the blonde.

- Well, that's not too bad.
- Whose mother you seduced.

Oh.

What is it?

Looks like someone still believes
Matthew killed Claire.

"A Night to Remember"
just turned into a night for revenge.

I can't believe I lost my car keys.

Thanks for the ride.

- Didn't see anyone else offer.
- I'm not surprised.

It seems like Doug
doesn't want you here.

Not the only one.

Do you wanna talk about it?

No, I don't dwell on the past, so...

This is me.

What a coincidence.
I'm right next door.

Oh, yeah.
That is a coincidence.

- Yeah.
- Lucky one.

- All right, good night, Betty.
- Good night.

Hey, room's occupied.

This is an emergency evacuation.

What? Why?

Bed bugs.

You're now in room 304.

- Get your own room.
- No vacancy.

Something about a bed bug scare.

Did you forget your robe, Shaw?

Forward operating bases don't have
the luxury of single-sex showers.

You got a problem with me,
you can bed down with the bed bugs.

I've got ears on Doug.

You keep an eye on him
till he left the party?

Yeah, he went straight home.

One bed.

- Floor's better anyway.
- Agreed.

Matthew next door?

Was just about to have eyes on him.
Thought I'd unpack first.

Good idea.

Fusco came through
with the police report.

Claire Klein's death was ruled an
accidental overdose from hydrocodone.

Doug saw Matthew
leave with Claire that night,

but Matthew told police
they got into a fight after prom.

She got upset, took his car,

and Matthew claims
he never saw her again after that.

But Doug doesn't believe his story.

Well, according to Matthew,
Doug's not the only one.

So who else is out for revenge?

I haven't felt this rested
in a long time.

I should hope so, Detective.
It's past 1:00 in the afternoon.

What's all this? I thought you were
gonna hack into OPM's secure network.

I did. Any and all information
relating to Ms. Wainwright's role

as security clearance manager
has been wiped clean.

- By the feds?
Doubtful.

Most likely by high-ranking
government officials.

Portable package x-ray?

What are you,
gonna inspect some pipe bombs?

Most modern safes come
equipped with a lead shield.

However, the government has been
remiss in updating their equipment.

By placing this device
on the safe's door,

I can see the safes internal
mechanisms while I turn the dial.

- Wait, now you wanna crack the safe?
- Well, not just the safe, Detective.

First, we have to break
into the FBI's evidence lockup.

Then we crack the safe.

Because nothings ever
easy with you, Finch.

So... when do we get started?

- Hey!
- Hi.

There's a reason
I never went to a reunion.

This.

Got eyes on our hot dog connoisseur.

It's organic mustard seed,
imported from exotic places like,

like Canada.

I'll make sure Doug
steers clear of Matthew.

You find our favorite prosecutor.

Betty Harris?
I am putting you under arrest...

...for stealing my heart.

- Hey, Tanner.
- You're on your own.

Someone has to stop me
from murdering him.

- Wanna dance?
- Thought you'd never ask.

Watch out,
hope the chaperones don't catch us.

Well, maybe we'll
get detention together.

If I didn't know better, I'd say
you were enjoying yourself, Shaw.

It's nice to have a partner
who's willing to let you lead.

What's your secret, Betty?

You know how many hours
of testimony I've heard?

I can always tell when somebody's
not telling the truth.

You look ten years younger
than the rest of us.

How do you handle stress?

Every once in a while...
I shoot someone.

Well, sounds like
you need a good lawyer.

Then again, I'm sure you... You can
talk your way out of almost anything.

You know, it's funny.

The Betty Harris I remember,
she was a shy introvert.

She couldn't even carry
a conversation.

You're not Betty.

So who are you?

I may be the one person here
who thinks you're innocent.

Everyone knows I killed Claire.
What makes you so different?

I've spent a lot of time
with killers.

I think you cared for Claire, but I
also think you're hiding something.

So why don't you
just tell me the truth

so I don't have
to beat it out of you?

"Claire"?
What kind of psycho would do this?

Who's doing this?

Someone's trying to drive
Matthew to the brink.

You got eyes on Doug?

You think he planted the dummy?

He hasn't moved
an inch all night.

Toke.

You seen anyone acting weird?

Are you kidding?
Everyone's exactly the same.

Only fatter.
Present company excluded.

And Phil, that dude grew a foot
and put on 100 pounds of muscle.

- He was smaller?
- He played Tiny Tim

in the school play.

Reese?

You spot a threat?

Not sure, but it sounds like
our friend Phil might be an impostor.

Isn't anyone at this reunion
who they say they are?

They said you were fast.

Who's "they"?

Guess they were wrong.

Dudes, you're both like scary ninjas.

Drop the cleaver or I break his neck.

How's that for fast?

Who sent you?
Why are you here?

What happened to Phil?

This was a domestic terrorist
who ingested cyanide

to avoid giving me information
about his underground operation.

Phil became a terrorist?

Shaw.

Phil wasn't class of '94.
He's Vigilance.

What does Vigilance
want with Matthew?

Vigilance isn't here for Matthew.

They're here for us.

Need help with the body?

Phil's on ice.

Unfortunately,
the Tater Tots are not.

How the hell did Vigilance
find us in the first place?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Phil was here to see how we work,
until we forced his hand.

Well, there could be more.
A lot more.

Got another problem.
Matthew's disappeared.

We need to get to the bottom
of Claire's death

before this reunion becomes
a deep-seeded revenge tour.

That is one sick joke.

Reese, someone's tampered
with the parting gifts.

Hydrocodone.

Same drug Claire overdosed on.

Claire just reached out
and touched Doug from the grave.

I think we may have
gotten this wrong.

Matthew's not the one
being terrorized. Doug is.

How fast can you
get to the chem lab?

"I can't go on with my life
after what I did to Claire."

You wrote this?

My suicide note?

The photos at the bowling alley.

Claire's dummy, the pills, why?

Isn't it obvious?

- You're gonna kill me.
- Well, why not? You killed Claire.

Here, have a seat.

Sit down.

Why would I hurt Claire?
She was my best friend.

I was always there for her
whenever you made her cry.

You were always there because you
were trying to get in her pants,

and prom night
was no exception, Doug,

because she ran straight
to you after we fought.

I never saw her again
after she left the dance with you.

We left because she was upset.

She thought I was
flirting with Linda Holmes.

No, she thought you were
flirting with Barbara Foster.

Yeah, you're right.

But how would you know
what we fought about,

unless she told you, because she
came crying to you later that night?

I... No, Matthew, I can explain.

Why you let Claire die? Or why you
let everyone think I killed her?

I didn't mean to hurt Claire.

I thought maybe she'd
like me more if she was...

Unconscious?
Relaxed.

Exactly how much hydrocodone
did you slip into her drink, Doug?

You're a prosecutor. Aren't you
supposed to be taking me to court?

I'm afraid the court won't look
favorably on a gunpoint confession.

This isn't justice.

For two decades, I believed
I pushed Claire over the edge,

that she OD'd because of me,
until I got this reunion invitation

and I started thinking like a
prosecutor instead of a boyfriend.

You want justice?

I served a guilty sentence
the last 20 years.

Shooting you and letting you
rot for the next 20, I mean,

that sounds like justice to me, Doug.

I can't let you do that.

As much as Doug here deserves it.

I knew you weren't Betty.

I'll stop playing Betty
if you stop playing a killer.

Get down. Get down!

Who the hell are they?

Domestic terrorists
sent to assassinate me and Frank.

Sorry to ruin your diabolical
high school grudge-fest,

but chances are, none of us
are gonna make it out of here alive.

What is going on?
I'm so confused.

Stay down and shut up.

- Remind me never to make you angry.
- Likewise.

Torturing Doug so he could confess

and then making his death
look like a suicide?

That's plain artistry.

- But killing's not the answer.
- "Killing is not the answer"?

- That's the best you can do?
- I don't know.

I've killed lots of people.
But my friends keep telling me it's wrong.

But, look, just because I can live
with myself afterwards

doesn't mean you can.

- Give me your gun.
- You're right, you know.

I couldn't kill Doug.
I couldn't pull the trigger.

I'm not a killer.

The gun, the gun.
Well, lucky for you, I am.

Sorry to bother you, Shaw.

I'm a little busy here, Root.

I'm aware of your situation.
That's why I called.

- To apologize.
- Apologize for what?

Vigilance keeps changing
the way they communicate.

I had to leak some
sensitive information

in order to find their latest method,

which happens to be
coded radio messages.

What kind of sensitive information?

In my defense, I knew you and the
big lug could handle yourselves.

You leaked our location to Vigilance?

I just intercepted
another coded message.

Harold's about to be in trouble.
Gotta go.

How you doing?
Detective Fusco, NYPD.

Need to pick up some evidence
from the Wainwright homicide.

- What's the case number?
- Nine-seven-seven-two-six.

Give me a minute.

Good luck cracking that safe.

Try not to give yourself cancer
with your little x-ray machine.

Sir, you're not authorized
to receive this evidence.

Oh, come on, let me get
a peek at it, will you?

My boss is up my prostate
on this one.

- I don't make the rules.
- Yeah, but you can bend them.

I can't get a clean shot, Shaw.

I can't get a shot at all.
I'm out of ammo.

Gotta smoke 'em out.

Mix these.

Here, hold your breath.
And try not to shake it.

- I got one left.
- Okay.

Make it count.

Always hated chemistry.

- Where's your partner?
- He went to take a leak.

Guy's got the bladder
of a two-year-old.

He'll be right back.

I'm moving as fast as I can,
Detective.

What's this?

What the hell?

You know, I've been studying you
and your associates for some time.

That's two ex-operatives,
an NYPD detective.

Sorry, partner.
I had to surrender.

They were gonna kill the guard.

- If you harm Detective Fusco...
- Please.

We both know
you're not a man of violence.

You help people, people who
are about lo be in a lot of trouble.

Kruger, Sloan, Claypool, Wainwright.

You knew something bad
was about to happen to them

before it even happened.

Now, the fact that that's possible
proves something I've speculated.

That the government has
a secret surveillance system

that spies on us
every hour of every day.

I'm not part of the government.

But you are protecting the system.

And I think whatever
was in that safe

is gonna give me more information
about the secret system.

The documents, please.

Mr. Collier,
you may find this hard to believe,

but I sympathize with your cause.

Just not your methods.

If you jeopardize this system,
you'll be placing all of us at risk.

Risk?

We're already at war.

A 24-hour surveillance state
with drone assassinations,

renditions, cyber-warfare.

It's turnkey tyranny,
and we're being kept in the dark,

which is ironic, since the system
is called Northern Lights.

What do you say you and I
continue this ethical debate

some place a little more private?

I'm afraid I won't be joining you.

And why is that?

Sorry I'm late, Harry.

Special Agent Augusta King.

Assailant escaped out the back.

That is one scary chick.

Good news, Harold.

Shaw and Reese survived.
You should talk to them.

Finch. Everything okay?

Depends on your definition
of "okay," Ms. Shaw.

I suppose Detective Fusco
and I will live to fight again.

How was the reunion?

- Ended with a bang.
- Coming through.

No, I wasn't trying to
kill Claire, I swear.

Why did everybody
have to go and change?

What? No goodbye?

Goodbyes are for suckers.

Well, I... I gotta make
a statement downtown.

Might spend a year or 20 in jail.

Lucky for you,
you know a good lawyer.

Well, maybe we
can get together after.

I don't do relationships.

Who said anything
about a relationship?

Collier's disappeared.

Agents haven't been able
to locate him, nor has she.

- So what was in the safe?
- A black budget report.

Unfortunately,
it's in Collier's hands now.

I'm afraid that's not
exactly accurate, Harold.

Collier just sent out
another coded message.

"Disseminate."

A shocking revelation today
as an anonymous source

released a classified
government report...

The report revealed
black budget items

connected to an invasive
surveillance system...

High-level
government officials,

including Senator Ross Garrison,
were named in the report.

- Senator!
Senator! Senator!

Does this massive surveillance
system exist, Senator?

It does not.

But what about the budget
leaked to the press today?

What is Northern Lights?

I have no knowledge
of a project by that name.

So you're saying the government is
not spying on the American people?

It is not.

Senator! Senator!

We have a problem.

My goons and their black bags
could've quashed this problem

long before it went public.

I don't have time
for finger-pointing.

The public is an ass hair away
from learning their government

is trolling through every
inch of their private lives.

Terminate the program.

I would sooner have you terminated
than leave this country unprotected.

The country will be protected,
just not by your machine.

And right now, you should be asking
who's going to protect you.

Deactivate the program.
We're no longer operational.

Shut it down.

Didn't wanna hitch a ride with Lionel?

I'm afraid if Vigilance is
operating in DC, then so am I.

Is there a problem, Ms. Groves?

Gotta go, Harry.

My dance card just got full.
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