All language subtitles for Person of interest s03e22

- I like your plane, Frankie.
- He put it together himself.

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Okay, but you better eat
your vegetables tonight,

Frankie boy.

- That kid. Such a little hooligan.
- Just like his old man.

You were the one who toilet papered
the neighbor's house

right before a thunderstorm
until Ma busted you.

Marched me over there to apologize.

Whining and crying.

Took you like a week
to clean it all up.

Getting partial custody
has done you good, Jess.

Every other weekend
and a day each week.

Frankie doesn't have to hear his ma
and me hollering at each other.

Can't complain.

- And you're dry.
- Get my two-year chip in three weeks.

- You coming to the meeting?
- Wouldn't miss it.

Look,
if you have class or something...

Don't. You're the reason
I can afford law school anyway.

I'm just doing it
for the bragging rights.

My brother the lawyer.

How about
your brother the prosecutor?

You know?
That's what I really wanna do.

- Jesse Brandt?
- Who are you?

FBI, sir.
You need to come with us.

- What? Why?
- We have a warrant for your arrest.

It's okay, son.
You stay with your uncle Peter.

What are the charges?

I asked you a question.

We don't need to answer
your question, sir.

National Security exception.
Read the warrant.

My brother is an airline mechanic.
You got the wrong guy.

Jesse, it's gonna be fine.
I'll get this sorted out, okay?

You need to talk to us, Otto.
All we wanna know is...

Why do these Decima guys
keep killing themselves?

It's for the insurance.

Each agent gets a policy
when they join the organization.

Get caught, get nothing.

- Have an accident...
- Their next of kin gets a payday.

Well, Mr. Payday there
was our last lead on Finch.

We're back to square one.

The Machine says
we have other things to worry about.

Greer has Finch.

He's the only thing
we have to worry about.

I understand how you feel, John.

But she assured me
Harold is not in immediate danger.

And we have a larger threat at hand.

- You wanna expand on that?
- She can't see the full picture.

Well, how can we help

when the Machine can't even see
what's going on?

We'll be her eyes and ears.

I apologize
for the unpleasant accommodation.

It's truly a pleasure to put a face
to the name, Mr. Finch.

I've been wanting to meet you
for a longtime now.

What is it that you want,
Mr. Greer?

I want to talk about the future.

And who more qualified
for that conversation

than the father
of artificial intelligence?

An unintended side effect
of an altruistic goal.

"Altruism"?
Funny.

I'd always imagined
it was about the power of creation.

I've felt it myself.

Your endeavor
to bring Samaritan online

is a grave error in judgment.

You must have known
this moment would come.

Or did you think nobody else
could accomplish what you did,

that you were unique?

I must admit
you played everyone very well

right up until this moment.

And now your god has disappeared,

operating on its own accord.

Children can be so disappointing.

The world needs structure,
Mr. Finch,

and Samaritan will provide that.

I'd beware of false idols,
Mr. Greer.

If you were so confident
that Samaritan was functional,

why did you go to such great lengths
to find me?

To keep an eye on you.

As the father of Al,

you're the only man in the world
who can destroy it.

- Where does that leave us then?
- Right here.

Until the moment
Samaritan opens its eyes.

And then the world
will no longer need you.

Did you just steal
a dead man's keys?

She asked me to.
Can I borrow your knife, John?

While Decima is too clever
to use GPS...

The satellite radio
has a GPS transponder.

The boys might be able
to pull off some data,

find out where our recently deceased
Decima friend has been.

The boys?

Hey, shut the door.
It's freezing.

I know them!

They helped you rescue me
from Collier.

You're that government hit man
that made me pull out my molars.

That's messed up.

Relax, Casey. I'm retired.

What are they doing here, Root?

Daizo, Jason, Daniel, and I
have been on the road

collecting certain contraband
in the Tri-Cities.

That sounds both vague
and dangerous.

I was hoping we could use
your safe house, John,

seeing as we went to all the trouble
of saving them in the first place.

And as much as I'd love
some girl talk,

you need to go to The Carlton Hotel.

- And why do I need a sat phone?
- Trust me.

Quite the winter we're having.

I don't supposed you're here
to sell me on global climate change.

It would be nice if we could prepare
for the future,

instead of trying to clean up
after the past.

I'm meeting with the president's
intelligence advisor today.

Use the beta test results
to convince them.

Samaritan is a sleeping giant.
We need those feeds to awaken it.

I'm working on it.

Don't worry, Mr. Greer.
They still wanna buy your system.

Samaritan is not for sale, Senator.

Decima will retain ownership.

We will provide you
the critical information.

You want me to give
a private corporation access

to the government feeds
to 300 million Americans

just so you can sell
the information back to us?

Samaritan is far superior
to your last endeavor.

It will answer all your questions,

it won't create riddles.

There will be no numbers
to sort through.

No uncertainties about culpability.
Just pure unfettered information.

Why would we agree to that?

If we don't own the system,
what exactly do we get?

Plausible deniability.

Samaritan is privately owned
by a third party,

one that can shoulder the blame

for your next
civil liberties scandal.

- And if I say no?
- Those are my terms, Senator.

You must ask yourself this:
Do you wanna prevent acts of terror

or do you wanna stay in the dark
and watch your country burn?

- That's all of them.
- Good. Get to work, boys.

You got your hands
on seven Samaritan sewers.

- You find anything on them?
- No.

But they will definitely find us if
we don't get this right. How long?

Ask Jason for help if you need it.

He's very good at getting
into complex systems.

You'll need this later.

You're coming with me.

Greenfield is not the only one
who can get into complex systems.

I can help them
if you fill me in, Root.

Not now, John.
I need you for something else.

Root, I'm at The Carlton.
What now?

The Machine doesn't know
exactly what it's looking for,

so you'll need to tell me
what you see.

I spy government license plates.

Secret Service.

The Machine
must be seeing clearly now.

We're getting numbers.

Oh, my. Five of them.

And I know the first one by heart.

Control.
That's whose number we got?

Control understands
how the Machine works.

- So she'scovering her tracks.
- Well, the Machine saw something.

And if Control is behind it,
then it's something bad.

Is this really
what the Machine asked us to do?

Drink very bad coffee
with unemployed college graduates?

Patience, John.
Are you in, Shaw?

Fifteenth floor,
just like you asked.

You wanna tell me where I'm going?

First door, down on your left.
You'll need to let yourself in.

Oh, you might wanna use
your silencer.

Don't.

Next time your all-seeing other half
wants me to break into a room

filled with Secret Service guys,
a little heads up would be great.

She knows you can handle yourself.

Okay, so we've got eyes and ears
on Control.

She's with some guy,
tall, grey hair. Very serious.

Senator Ross Garrison,
our second number.

Have their other friends
arrived yet?

That woman has got friends?

You want me to help Greer,

the man who stole Samaritan
from me?

Let's put your ego aside
for a moment, shall we?

Ross, I know that Samaritan
is an excellent plan B.

I just don't like having
to pay for something

that belongs to me
in the first place.

I accept that you lost the battle
so we can win the war.

Besides, money isn't the issue here.

I've seen the black budget.
You've got plenty.

What we need
are the government feeds

and that's going
to take some convincing.

I don't control the way
the congressional winds blow, Ross.

I really think that's your arena.

I'm handling congress.

- But we need Rivera on board.
- The president's bulldog.

I need you to use
your special insight

to convince him
of the program's merits.

There is intel
from Samaritan's beta test

that you'll find useful.

- What do I get in return?
- An open system,

one owned by a private entity
that gives us plausible deniability

while we continue
to protect our country

from terrorist attacks.

You've been doing the job
for years.

There's no one better
at this game than you.

This is not a game,
this is national security.

Why don't you let me see the intel?

Are you two hearing this?

They're ready to get in bed
with Decima and go all 1984 on us.

I mean, more than usual.
Let me just shoot them now.

We still don't know

if they're the perpetrators yet,
Shaw.

You're joking.
It's Control.

She almost killed you, Root.
And me and Harold.

- should I continue?
- We all make mistakes.

Look at the front door.
What do you see?

More government plates.

- These our other numbers?
- Yes.

Head of the NSA,
General Kyle Holcombe,

and Manuel Rivera,
Senior Adviser to the President.

And what about the fifth number?

That one is still a question mark.

Okay, so, just to confirm,

you're saying
I can't kill Control yet.

- Stay the course, Sameen.
- Fine.

But just remember I told you so
when all this goes pear-shaped.

- You ready to have some fun?
- I thought you'd never ask.

- Who is he?
- I have no idea.

Have you ever seen a newborn foal
trying to stand for the first time?

Those trembling legs
trying to balance,

shaking until the moment
it finds itself on all fours.

Seeing a child walk
for the first time

is something extraordinary.

But you watched your child stand
and then you hobbled it.

You could never understand.
You're a destroyer, not a creator.

I'm listening, Mr. Finch.

The Machine...

...it started developing abilities
I never expected,

things I hadn't yet programmed it
to do.

And there wasn't an algorithm
in the world

that could control
its exponential growth.

And by the time
I figured one out myself,

it would have been too late.

- Too late for what?
- Isn't that just the question?

Having built something
significantly smarter than myself,

how could I possibly anticipate
its evolution?

Hmm.

Uncertainty.
Your personal abyss.

I built the Machine to save lives,

but how could I be certain
that it wouldn't one day determine

that all of humanity was irrelevant?

Please, you cannot allow Samaritan
to go online.

The consequences
of an open system...

...would be devastating.

The father became fearful
of his son,

so he wounded him.

A tale told time and again.

I don't think of Samaritan
as a child.

I'm not that presumptuous.

But I plan
to celebrate its brilliance,

not muzzle it.

It's pure hubris to think
that you can control

something so powerful.

Whoever said I wanted to control it?

I'm only here
because we're friends, Ross.

The president has made it very clear

he will not risk his hide
on another surveillance program.

Neither will I.

- Mr. Rivera, if I may.
- You certainly may.

You've been the one running
this program.

It's high time
you explained yourself.

Do you know how many hours
I've spent running interference

for this Northern Lights debacle?

Every civil liberties group
from New York to Hong Kong

has their panties in a twist
over this damn thing.

As unfortunate as that is,

we still need
to protect our country.

You want me to ask the leader
of the free world

to approve another domestic
surveillance program

when people are still learning the
dirty little secrets of the old one?

I'm not biting.

Mr. Rivera, you have kids,
am I right?

- Your point?
- They go to Country Day School.

- Again, your point?
- It's a terrific school, top notch.

It's in Georgetown
near 27th and O Street.

What if I told you that, a year ago,

Northern Lights prevented
a terrorist attack in Georgetown?

An operator of ours intercepted

and executed
that would-be terrorist.

She found him sitting
in an unmarked Sedan

with a radiological bomb.

It was made from the cesium
that he stole

from a dental X-ray machine.

You're making up ghost stories
to force my hand.

- I would have heard about this.
- No, you wouldn't have.

We don't send out a press release
every time we save lives. We can't.

And while the public shouts
from the rooftops

about their civil liberties,

they do so
under the protective bubble

of the very program
in which they're railing against,

the one that saves them
from terrorist attacks

every single day.

International and domestic.

Vigilance.
I was briefed on this group.

We don't know
who they're targeting next,

but this group never does
anything small.

They're set to strike
in the next 24 hours.

The only way
that we can stop this attack

is for us to get
the government feeds back up

and allow Samaritan to do its job.

Unless, of course,
you want to ignore the facts

and you can handle the cleanup duty
once there's a national tragedy.

- I'll read through this.
- Take your time.

Unfortunately, I've just run out.
I've got a meeting across town.

I'll check in with you later,
Manuel.

Control just went in
for the full-court press

on total world domination.
Can I kill her now?

Not yet.

Listen, whatever you're selling,
I'm not interested.

Oh, he's not selling anything.

We just have
a few questions for you.

You probably shouldn't move.
It will bleed more.

Niall Jacobs, New York license.

- Why are you important, Niall?
- Fed pigs. Always ten steps behind.

Guess he's not government.

- What is it?
- A Stuxnet-based virus.

- What did this creative genius make?
- Looks like a self-replicating worm.

Designed to attack
what kind of system?

A proprietary micro-switcher.

But for what, she doesn't know.

Expensive hardware
hiding in plain sight.

Well trained.

You're Vigilance.

Did you say Vigilance?
Because they're here.

It must be to kill Control
and the others.

I'm not a big fan of kicking a guy
when he's down

but sometimes it does the trick.

- Now tell us your plan.
- I only know my part.

That's why we're going to win.

We're smarter than you
and your fascist friends.

You're too late
to stop it from happening.

- Stop what?
- The revolution.

Why is it taking so long?
It has been two weeks.

Your brother is under
federal investigation, Mr. Brandt.

They haven't charged him,

they haven't even allowed him
to speak without an attorney.

You are breaking every rule
that ensures due process

and do not give me that
National Security exception crap.

You and I both know that law
was intended for immediate threats.

Jesse very well may be one.

My brother has never broken a law
in his life.

He works 60 hours a week,

he pays his rent on time,
he's a good father.

I'm telling you,
you got the wrong guy.

Look...

...you're a bright guy.

And you obviously love your brother
very much. I respect that.

But sometimes

the people we love the most
make the worst decisions.

Jesse has connections
to a man named Aziz Al-lbrahim.

Al-lbrahim's cousin was part
of an Islamist terrorist group

that tried to blow up an American
embassy in Egypt on March 11th.

- Well, this is just a picture.
- Then let me add to it.

We're not even Muslim.
I mean, this doesn't make any sense.

Two years ago, your brother made
some changes in his life.

He'd been drinking,
his wife left him.

But then,
Jesse turned his life around.

Sometimes when we hit bottom,
we ask the wrong people for help,

people who use our weaknesses
against us,

get us to do things
that we never thought we could.

Or would.

Well, this can't be true.

Surveillance doesn't lie,
Mr. Brandt.

If we're going up against Vigilance,
we're gonna need more ammo.

I took some
from our coffee shop friend

before Lionel picked him up.

We should be okay
until our next stop.

Terrific. More errands.

We're fighting
two invisible enemies, John.

Decima and Vigilance know
about the Machine.

These groups are clever,
blinding her to their actions.

Then get that brain trust of yours
on it.

I'm getting tired
of the Machine's runaround

when Finch is still out there.

- Where are you?
- Give me a timetable.

She's asking for an ETA.

Yeah, we've run into a couple
of kinks with the hardware.

We've had to retrofit everything.

- How much time, Daniel?
- At least two hours.

- What about the geo-locator data?
- Daizo is still working on it.

You don't wanna tell me
where we're going, fine.

But I wanna know what those groupies
of yours are working on.

Something to slow down our enemies.

- Do you have what we need?
- Got it this morning.

Shaw? I think it's time
you had a chat with your old boss.

I'm on it. We'll chat
about how I'm gonna kill her.

Use your words.

Okay, so she's the victim this time.
But what about the next?

Listen, Shaw.
If Control is in touch with Greer,

she'll lead us to Harold.

Your trigger finger gets itchy,
we'll get nothing and he dies.

Low blow, Reese.

- Agent Shaw.
- Ma'am. Long time no gunfire.

You know this woman?

You remember the operator
who took out the terrorist

near your children's school?

What do you want?

I can't believe
what I'm about to say.

I'm here to rescue you.

- Root.
- You have an update for me, Jason?

Jason and I combed
through the virus' code.

It's targeting custom-built
micro-switchers sold to one company.

- Which one?
- The power company.

Help Shaw. Hurry.

- You're in danger. All of you.
- You received our numbers.

Garrison's too.

Thought you were the perp
at first since,

well, you've stung
a lot of frogs, ma'am.

- Why are you protecting us?
- Because that's part of the plan.

For the greater good,
or something like that.

Look, honestly, I really don't know.

I just know something bad
is gonna happen.

Shaw, I'm heading your way.

Reese? What the hell was that?

You know that bad thing
that was gonna happen?

I think it just did.

- How's he holding up?
- He won't talk about it.

I just don't understand.

- Jesse had been doing so well.
- I know.

That arrest did him in, Pete.

How do they just put someone
in jail like that

and not tell you anything?

Maybe if I hadn't taken full custody
after they let him out...

Hey. He was drinking.
You were protecting your son.

It's not your fault
Jesse killed himself.

We're all responsible
for our own actions.

I'm gonna go sit with Frankie.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

I just wanted to tell you how
terribly sorry I am for your loss.

- What are you doing here?
- Jesse and I were friends.

Oh, really?
Then why don't I know you?

He was my sponsor.
I'd be dead if it wasn't for Jesse.

He saved my life in so many ways.

- I wish I had been there for him.
- Why weren't you?

A distant relative caused problems
for my family.

We barely knew him,
but that doesn't matter now.

Your brother was the most decent man
I've ever known.

- That's for you, my friend.
- Oh, I can't.

So you know that even though
your brother killed himself...

...he saved someone else.

A series of power failures...

The NYDWP has estimated...

...thousands of people
trying to make their way home.

- Are you warm enough, Mr. Finch?
- I'm fine.

I always think of my youth
when the power goes out.

Blackouts were everyday occurrence.

The blitz.

German air raids lasted nine months.
Felt like years.

You must have been very young.

My mother and I
used to sleep in the tube

along with many other families.

One night we were late getting
to the station.

And I saw the sunset
for the first time in months.

It was the most beautiful thing
I'd ever seen.

But it wasn't a sunset at all.

The sky was on fire.

Is that why you joined the military?

A high probability,
given what I've learned about you

and your interest
in national security.

By the time I was an adult,

wars were no longer
quite so straightforward.

You were MI6.

The era of the nation-state is over,
Mr. Finch.

There are no more borders.
Or hadn't you noticed?

I think you're overestimating

the power
of artificial intelligence.

We both know
that that is impossible.

How often alliances shift

in times of war.

Not that those alliances
ever truly exist.

They're an illusion.

Like seeing a sunset
in a sky of flames.

What is it you expect
from Samaritan?

I want to live
under a more just rule.

Samaritan will never sleep
with its secretary

or embezzle money
from its campaign fund.

Its decisions will be based
on pure logic.

Now, that's a leader deserving
of our vote.

Okay, who's strapped?

- Ma'am?
- I thought my protection detail

would be all the fire power
I needed today.

Okay. Well, then you're behind me.

You, too, Rivera.
Flank right, General. Let's roll.

They're behind us!

- Ohh!
- General!

Let's move.

I'm coming down.
Start the generator.

Take care of her!

Sorry I'm late.

No, as far as I'm concerned
you were right on time.

Where's Root?

And what the hell happened
with the lights?

Vigilance uploaded a virus
into the power grid.

Where's Control?

Collier got her and Rivera.
But he took them alive.

Vigilance has something else
planned.

Yeah, but what?

Are the boys finished
with the servers yet?

- We're almost there.
- Minutes away.

I just had to ride up here
for a bit.

It was starting to smell
like dude back there.

Oh. There you are.

- What did your friend say?
- I have to warn them.

You're not gonna believe me, Hersh,
but we're not here to kill Control.

- We're here to save her.
- You can lie better than that, Shaw.

Just because you stopped listening
to the numbers

doesn't mean they've stopped coming.

Why didn't Vigilance just kill them?

That's a good question.

Now is not a good time.

Remember when I said
Finch wasn't in imminent danger?

I may have been a little hasty.

In good news, I know
who the 5th number belongs to.

It was tucked away
under several aliases

but even MI6 can't hide from her.

- Mr. Greer.
- And Greer has Finch.

Which means that Vigilance
is about to have them

unless we can get to him first.

You won't make it there in time.

- Well, where's "there," Root?
- Still too hard to see.

Then how are we supposed
to find him?

The Machine doesn't know.
But Hersh does.

Be careful, Shaw.

- Where's Finch?
- You think I know?

My friend is never wrong,
which is as annoying as that sounds.

Decima.
You know where to find them?

Why would I trust you?

I haven't shot you yet
and you did try to kill me.

Well, he did kill me.

Those were my orders.
Besides, you got me back, Shaw.

Oh, not even close.
I drugged you.

I left you
with your heart still beating.

- I think we're getting off topic.
- You're right.

We need to work together
to save Finch.

We save our friend,
then we help you rescue Control.

- Reese.
- It's the right move.

Your turn, Shaw.
Not on your life, George.

Well, there's no way
this could go wrong.

You're late.

You try getting across town
in a blackout.

Who's that?

That is the most important man
in the world, Senator,

the father of the new age.

My team just got word that Vigilance
kidnapped my colleagues.

We need to get out of the city.

I'm afraid
we won't have enough time.

Senator Garrison, you know,

your men should really encrypt
their text messages.

Or avoid them altogether.

Kidnapping a senator
will get you life.

Mr. Greer,
pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Well, now...

I'm not usually a fan of surprises

but this, this is one
I'll happily accept. Harold, is it?

You know, our last conversation
was so rudely interrupted

and I still have so many questions
for you.

You're coming with us.

So where is Langdon?

He took a job in D.C.,

but I'm familiar
with your brother's case.

The man you thought
he was working with

turned out to be just a friend
from AA.

My brother wasn't a terrorist.

I heard what happened
with your brother

and I am terribly sorry
for your loss.

Don't give me your platitudes,
all right?

You people are the reason
he killed himself.

- We had evidence...
- You had nothing!

You locked him up
under some loophole

until it destroyed him!

He lost his job, he lost his family.

Innuendo turned out to be
just as damaging as a conviction.

He could never be cleared

because the government
never pressed charges.

Innocent people
don't kill themselves, Mr. Brandt.

No, people without hope do.

And you robbed him of that.

You took the wrong information
and you twisted it.

You're supposed
to lock up the criminals,

not create them.

And you took my brother's life,
so what does that make you?

- My car is out front.
- Oh, you think you're driving?

Well, you're certainly not driving.

- I'll drive.
- I'll pass.

Okay, here's the deal.
I'm gonna drive,

Reese sits in the back
while you ride shotgun, agreed?

- We're done. The servers are ready.
- Perfect timing.

Because this is as far
as you boys go.

Everything you need is inside.

That car will take each of you
where you need to be.

Yeah, we've come this far.
We're not leaving you now.

She's done the math.

If we go together,
you all die and I do too.

If I go alone, the odds improve.
Slightly.

And just
where are you going exactly?

Boys, meet Samaritan.

- They're not here.
- Then where are they?

I can't tell you how long
I've waited for this moment.

How long we've all been waiting.

Now is the time to expose the truth
to our fellow citizens.

The truth that has been lurking
beneath the shadows for so long,

that their country
is no longer theirs.

That their freedoms
have been stripped away

one camera, one cell phone,
one megabyte at a time.

Now is the time
to pull back the curtain.

Welcome to your trial,
ladies and gentlemen.

And welcome to the trial
of the United States Government.

Court is now in session.
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