All language subtitles for Person Of Interest S04e08 Point Of Origin

We 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.

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I'm going in alone.

Academy exercise terminated.

Sorry, instructor.

You didn't say I couldn't use
the fire escape.

Guess I can't fault you
for painting outside the lines.

Sounds like you're enjoying

your temporary assignment

as a weapons and tactics
instructor, Mr. Reese.

I'm lucky the academy
was a bit shorthanded.

And our new number?

She doesn't need
much instruction.

She must be a natural then,
because Detective Fusco

has just sent me
her background check, and...

Silva comes from a middle-class
family in Rochester.

Bachelor's in Criminal Justice.
3.0 GPA.

Everything suggesting
that she's quite average.

I'd call her unconventional.

Sounds like someone I know.

Good work, recruits.

Let's clean 'em,
rack 'em, and stack 'em.

Hey, Silva.
Whose team you on out there?

Excuse me?

You broke ranks and the rules.

You need to check yourself

before your antics cost
all of us.

Why don't you try pulling
your own weight, Dutch boy?

Police are supposed to enforce
the rules, not break them.

Well, maybe I'm not done
breaking things.

Easy there, Iceman.

No need for jealousy.

NYPD will always need
dispatchers.

Next time's real weapons
with live rounds.

Be a shame if there was
a training accident.

- Yeah, watch your back.
- Let's go.

Our recruit has an enemy
inside the class.

As if law enforcement wasn't
already dangerous enough.

Well, if Recruit
Kane has his way,

Silva won't make it that far.

Threat looks like
a fellow cadet.

Eh, forget that meter maid.

Teach me some of those tactics.

What's in it for me?

I got cleanup.

Sure thing, Ortiz.

Apparently,
even an expert marksman like you

still has a thing or two
to learn about tactics.

Iris, are you stalking me?

Don't be ridiculous.

I just finished teaching
a class

on the importance
of mental health

to some new recruits.

Maybe you should sit in
sometime.

That reminds me.

Thank you for the endorsement

of my instructor position.

Well, given
the ongoing IA investigation

and your recent firing
of a weapon

inside a police precinct,
figured it couldn't hurt

to get you reacquainted
with the rules.

We making progress
on the excessive force front?

Yes, we are.

I'll see you tomorrow morning
for your appointment?

Bright and early, Doc.

Do you still have eyes
on our number, Mr. Reese?

Yes, and we're
about to get ears.

Silva, hey.

Coming out with us for a beer?

Can't tonight.
Got a date.

Yeah, no problem.
Maybe another time.

Perhaps you should
look into Silva's date.

I would, Harold,

except you're not the only one

with homework to grade.

Got to hand off
to the night crew.

Sounds like Detective Fusco's

going to have to pick up
an extra shift.

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Samaritan has uncovered evidence
that an ISA agent

allowed members
of a criminal outfit

to escape with our virus.

Escape from surveillance?

One of them has proven to be
particularly elusive,

avoiding cameras and detection.

Makes me wonder
if it might be related

to our underground friends.

Of course, you want me
to track her down.

Perfect task
for a former investigator

for The Hague, don't you think?

These crews are audacious
but predictable.

They hide in plain sight

behind everyday 9:00-to-5:00
cover jobs,

luring them
into a false sense of security.

The thing they always forget?

Relationships.

No matter who they become
or where they hide,

there will always be
the people they meet,

the people they love,
the people they wrong.

All of whom can be leveraged.

Good old-fashioned
human intelligence.

Just need the first thread.

Start pulling.

Meanwhile, Samaritan
will continue to do its part.

Our recruit's still
waiting on her date.

You know, of all
my confidential informants,

you got the nicest wheels.

Just feel lucky
I'm not making you pay this CI.

The Miss Estee Lauder gig
pays like crap.

If it weren't
for the perks...

Perks?

Yeah, the free eyeliner.

Well, the five-finger free.

You wear makeup?

Hey, Maybelline.
Check this out.

I thought Wonder Boy said
that Silva was too busy

to join her classmates.

Well, apparently, she's
not too busy to case them.

Looks like her
date just showed up.

These them?

Those are the targets.

You ready to move on this?

Say the word.

Keep it stealth.

Stick to the plan.

I don't know
who Deep Throat is,

but I think our recruit is
a little more than antisocial.

Yeah, I'd say.

Sounds more like she's planning

on taking out the competition.

Any updates on
Silva's target, Mr. Reese?

No, but she's applying
her lesson on curb searches

by going through their trash.

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Any clues on Silva's phone?

I've combed through the data.

She's collecting
personal information

on all of the other recruits.

Phone numbers, email accounts,
home addresses,

even locker combinations.

A mole inside the academy,

just when we flushed out HR.

She may be searching for
recruits who can be blackmailed.

Question is,
who's she working for?

Hey, going through the trash?

I... I threw away a receipt.

You missed a good time
last night.

Sorry I couldn't make it.

Oh, no worries.

Maybe we can grab a bite to eat

after class tonight.

Sorry, I wish I could,

but I have
an important appointment.

- Rain check?
- Yeah.

No problem.

Sounds like Silva
has an admirer.

I don't think it's mutual.

Anything on Silva's date
from last night?

Shaw and Fusco followed him
to the suburbs,

so we're still working on it.

Deep Throat's
a late riser, huh?

If he takes any longer,

I'm gonna ruin
this upholstered leather.

Heads up.
There's our guy.

Should we follow him?

I put a tracker
on that clunker.

Plus, I'm betting
there's more secrets

inside the house.

Come on.

Hey, hey.
Wait for me.

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1258 coming through.

You got ten minutes.

Where is my regular attorney?

We had a deal.

He got reassigned.

Not to worry though.
The drug charge won't stick.

But we need to review
a few things.

How did you come to work
for Tomas' crew?

Attorney-client privilege,
and I checked

the observation room
just in case.

Rest assured,
no one's watching.

You do a few little jobs first,

build a reputation.

Then, when you're good,
you get recommended.

At the end of the day,
it's all about relationships.

You are trusting people
with your life.

So, who recommended you?

No names,

not even to lawyers.

And what does any of this
have to do with my drug case?

Unless you want to risk
doing time,

we need to be thorough.

So I'll ask you again.

Who recommended you
to Tomas' crew,

and who recommended
your replacement?

You're fired.

We weren't done talking.

Like you said, Katya,

at the end of the day...

it's all about relationships.

There's a guy.

His name's Romeo.

Thanks for those tips
on tactics.

You're starting to catch on.

Oh.

- See you later, Ortiz.
- Take it easy.

Wait.
Not so fast, Detective.

You missed your appointment
this morning.

You're being evasive.

Sorry about that.
How about we...

Continue building
on our progress?

Great idea.

Unfortunately,
it's not a good time.

Would you rather
I pull my endorsement

of your instructor position?

How about a walk and talk?

What?

Uh, sure.

Fine.

We can start where we left off,

your hero complex,

which men often develop
in response

to being bullied as a child.

Iris, my school
didn't have bullies.

I kept them in line.

Uh, bullying bullies is
kind of the very definition

of a hero complex.

Reese, we got a problem.

Silva isn't a recruit.

She's already a cop.

She's hunting a mole
inside the academy.

And according to her last entry,
she already knows who it is.

You seem distracted.

There something else
on your mind?

You could say that.

Look, I'm not sure
what you're running from, but...

I'm not running from anything.

I'm trying to save someone.

- Get down.
- Aah!

It's all right.
Come on.

What just happened?

You were saying
about my hero complex?

Boys, we got this wrong.

Silva isn't the perpetrator.
She's the victim.

And our undercover cop's
just been outed.

What the hell
was that all about?

Why were they shooting at us?

I'll explain it all later.

- You were following me.
- You first.

Why are you casing
your classmates?

I don't have time for this.

I know you're a cop.

The tactical course,

the way you just handled
yourself...

this isn't your first rodeo.

You've been through
the academy before.

Yes, I'm a cop.

Internal Affairs?

I've said enough.

Why is IA interested
in the academy?

Is there a mole?

Look, right now,
I need to get to my handler.

If I'm compromised,
it means he is too.

So we'll call him.

No.
Nothing digital.

Look, I can explain more later,
but right this second,

I need to warn him in person.

Well, I'm coming
as your backup.

Just don't get kneecapped
like you did in training.

Careful, John.

If Silva's Internal Affairs,

she's not just our number.

She's a threat to your cover.

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The RTCC tracked
the shooter's SUV

to this neighborhood.

Tally ho.

He's headed
into that community center.

This place used to be a dump.

Someone gave it a fresh coat.

Heads up.

That guy matches
the description of our shooter.

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Smart.

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You kids listen up.

You tell your mother to catch up
on your tuition, you hear?

And you keep your head
on a swivel.

Them city coveralls be coming
to fix them cameras real soon.

Yo, hold up.

Get a new ball.

That one look like the nutsack
on a water buffalo.

All right, Meech.
He'll see you now.

You got it?
Good.

Meet in an hour.

Mini?

You know that guy?

Dominic's muscle.

We have history.

Dominic?

So it's The Brotherhood
trying to kill an IA cop?

Why would they do that?

To protect their mole.

You getting all this, Finch?

Gang money winning
the local hearts and minds.

Yeah, but knowing Dominic,
it's the Pablo Escobar version.

If he can't win the former,

he'll just put two
in the latter.

How's it going out there?

Boys seeing the light.

Coming over
from all them other gangs,

just like them Trinitarios.

They all take a knee
when shown the green.

Dominoes are tumbling.

Except one.

Elias.

Still some ranks
protecting their old lion.

Somehow he keeps
his pride intact.

He's got to have someone,
somewhere,

helping him
hold it all together.

Gonna take some time
before we get some dirt

on them Italian boys.

That Omerta and all, you know.

Who says we have to do
the digging?

This here's a strategic war.

We got to play smarter.

Mini's talking one hell
of a good game for a gun toter.

What do you got?

Silva gave us the slip.

Had help from some damn cop
in a suit.

You just jeopardized
six months of hard work.

Seeing as how
you can't do your job...

No.

I'll make it right.

Promise, man.
Please.

Shh.

Like I told all of you,

we all die in the end.

You're finished,
have the janitor mop up.

Man owes me.

Finch, I think
we underestimated Mini.

He just ordered an execution.

Oh. Oh, no.

Miss Shaw, we had it all wrong.

Mini isn't the guy
taking orders.

He's the one giving them.

I'm begging you!

Please, Dominic!

Dominic.

That's Dominic?

Son of a...

We have unfinished business.

- Let's go!
- Yeah!

Bring him.
We'll mop up elsewhere.

Come on, please!

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
You can't do this here.

One of these kids will catch
a stray bullet.

Dominic, it's me, Meech!

Save it, miss Shaw.

Something tells me we haven't
seen the last of Dominic.

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Meech?

All mopped up.

But what if that tall cop
keeps showing his head?

There'll always be cops,

just like
there'll always be gangsters.

And then there are the pawns...

chumps caught in the middle.

Here you go.

- Mission complete.
- How's that?

Like we agreed.

You help my uncle
with the drug charges

and some work,

and I steal you the files.

One-time job.

Yeah, one-time job,
all right.

What about this undercover
that's onto me?

Let me worry about her.

If she's still out there,
I can't go back to the academy.

You just need to lay low
until she's out of the picture.

Got the perfect place
for you to hide.

Trinitarios have them a fort
up in Spanish Harlem.

No one will look for him
up there.

Time you called in sick
for a few days.

You got it.

Pleasure doing business
with you.

All that just to steal
some files off a computer?

Boy right there's my Snowden.

Snowden?

Edward Snowden cleaned
the NSA's clock.

Yeah, now he's got to live
in Russia.

Thing is, Snowden didn't work
at the NSA.

He worked
at the satellite office.

That's bureaucracies for you.

Grow so big
they lose track of things.

I gotcha.

The academy's like a satellite

for the NYPD.

Gave you direct access
to their computers.

You want to take down Elias,

the man who took down
the Five Dons,

you got to play smarter.

Why do all that digging
when the police

already did it for us?

So what did you steal?

This right here is the keys
to the castle.

We're closed.

Girl can't get
a whiskey after hours?

* listen
for the Sandman's creep *

* deserving all the luck *

Thought this was the city
that never sleeps.

Suppose I could make
an exception.

Boss doesn't have to know.

I don't see any cameras.

I am the boss.

Really?

* listen
for the Sandman's creep *

* deserving all the luck *

That your bike out back?

Little something I picked up.

You ride?

They say the first rule
of any job

is not to spend the money.

Your friends out shopping?

You are too pretty to be local.

What are you?
A fed?

I don't know how you found me,

but if you think
I'm giving up any of my boys...

Don't care about
your nickel-and-dime pals,

except one.

Your former driver.

I see.

So you got a job
that requires a wheelman.

Something like that.

Bad news, sweetheart.

Don't know where she is.

So then tell me, Romeo,

who are you trying to alert?

Cell phone jammer. _

And your pal, Elvis,
standing behind me?

He forgot to load the shotgun,

so the King of Rock
is not gonna make

a bit of difference
in how this goes down.

Huh. Buckshot.
Go figure.

Sorry to get all Dick Cheney
on you.

Had they been slugs,
you would've lost an arm.

You crazy bitch!

Let's just get to the point.

You recommended a wheelman...
or should I say a wheelwoman...

to a smash and grab crew
a week ago.

- Where is she?
- I don't know where she is.

We keep things compartmentalized
for a reason.

It's hard enough to pour a drink
with one arm.

You want to lose the other?

Where is the wheelman?

There's a dating app
called Angler.

That's how I contacted her.

An app?
For relationships?

How apropos.

Phone.

Your handler's drawn
some attention.

Howard.

No, stay here.
I'll check it out.

But this is my safe house.
I have to...

You have to maintain
your cover.

I'll be back.

Riley, Homicide.

One of our own.

Deceased is Detective Howard,
Internal Affairs.

Took two to the back
from this baby.

Found it out back.

Just like an academy
training weapon, you know?

Looks familiar.

You got a motive?

Theft, maybe.

Guessing our victim
met his CIs here

but no sign of break-in.

So you think one turned on him.

Looks like it.

Come on.

What the hell is going on?

Keep walking
and don't look back.

Why?
Where are we going?

If Howard is dead,
then the hard copy file

in the safe inside that house

is the only proof I'm a cop.

- Those files are gone.
- What?

Then I have to go back in
and explain who I am.

You can't.

Why not?

Because Howard was shot
with your training weapon.

Not only is your only connection
to the NYPD gone,

but you've been framed.

No one else knows
you're Internal Affairs?

Howard's the only one
who knew about me

and my background.

Your background?

In high school,
I was a runner for a gang.

Where I'm from,
it's not a choice.

Once you're in, it's either
knocked up or locked up.

But you got out.

I got arrested.

The judge said if I attended

a community college,
he'll seal my record.

Got to like judges
who give second chances.

I earned my master's
in Criminal Justice

and got into the academy,

and one week before graduation,

Howard plucked me out.

Fixed it like if I had quit.

He saw my juvie record and knew
I had the perfect background

for the next time someone tried
to infiltrate the academy.

Like Laskey, the Russian mole
who worked for HR.

Exactly.

Then Howard got a tip
from the CI

that a gang was gonna put
a recruit on the inside.

And who better to spot
a gangster than...

One of their former runners.

Why no electronic record?

Howard thought it made
our covers look vulnerable.

Everything's networked
nowadays.

Given the HR scandal
and hackers,

he didn't even trust
the IT techs.

Sorry to be the bearer
of bad news.

Who are you?

Detective Fusco
from the Eighth.

Fusco?
Your name sounds familiar.

He's my partner.
You can trust him.

There was
an anonymous cash deposit

into your savings account
yesterday.

10 grand?

It gets worse.

Weapon found at the crime scene

traces back to you.

You're wanted for murder.

Of course.

They're framing me
like their lackey.

Frustrating thing is,
I had him.

Who?

Ortiz, my classmate.

He's the mole.

You sure it's Ortiz?

My gun at the crime scene?

It's not a coincidence.
He offered to clean it for me.

And then I found this...

a receipt from the bodega
across the street

from where The Brotherhood
recruits.

Ortiz used his ATM card.

I'm gonna find Ortiz,
and I'm gonna bring his ass in

'cause that's the only way
that I can prove my innocence.

Hang on a second.

I'll check with RTCC,

see if they can find him.

I suppose
I am an RTCC of sorts.

But with less attitude.

I've retrieved Ortiz's number
from Silva's phone contacts.

According to his geo-data,

he returned to the academy
last night after class.

To get Silva's gun.

Not exactly.

I was able to pinpoint
his movements

to the Commandant's office.

During the time that Ortiz
was in that office,

someone logged on
to the Commandant's computer

using a brute force
password cracker.

I suspect that Mr. Ortiz
has stolen some files.

Why would Dominic enlist a mole

to steal files
from the police academy?

I'm not sure.

Where's Ortiz now?

He's at
an abandoned schoolhouse

- in Spanish Harlem.
- We'll get him.

I'll look
into the stolen files.

It may shine a light
on Dominic's plans.

But first,
I have an errand to run.

The RTCC tracked Ortiz

to an abandoned school
in Spanish Harlem.

The RTCC worked fast.

Well, they're good
with computers.

Spanish Harlem?
That's Trinitarios territory.

The abandoned school
is their headquarters.

They keep it under heavy guard.
The place is a fortress.

Should make
retrieving Ortiz fun.

I'll head back to the Eighth
and check for updates.

Wait, Riley.
I'm coming.

You're safer staying put.

Let's not forget who shot who
in training.

She's got a point.

Plus, I still have
a mission to finish.

Find the mole.

Being undercover,
the days turn into months.

Tell me about it.

Takes self-reliance.

No man's an island.

Howard was my confidant.

He taught me everything I knew.

Well, you got a new friend
on the force.

Thanks.

But why are you helping me?

I knew a cop like you once.

She stood up to corruption.

Gave her life
to do what was right.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Were you a part
of the HR takedown?

I worked undercover
with Narcotics

when all that went down.

I saw that in your IA file.

So you've seen my file.

Yeah.

There's one thing
that puzzles me though.

There's nothing in there
about a military background.

And I'd swear
by the tactics you teach

you were in the service.

First tactics instructor
was a Gulf War veteran.

Must be where I learned it.

Well, we're gonna need
military tactics

where we're going.

It's going to be
2 against 2,000.

Ever heard
of a covert infil/exfil?

Sounds like
some Special Ops stuff.

It is,

which is why I brought
modifications.

And just in case...

What the...

The shirt from Ortiz's locker.

Find our mole, boy.

Welcome to mi casa.

You police?

Still in the academy.

So Dominic's got one
on the inside, huh?

It was just
the one-time job.

We're square after this.

I never finished high school myself.

Could have used this
in the joint.

So you finished your one job
with The Brotherhood, huh?

Hey, man, look.

I got no beef
with the Trinitarios.

Yeah, but the thing is,

we're a part
of The Brotherhood now.

And we have no use for you
no more.

No!

Don't do it, Ortiz.

Plaats.

Easy, kid.

It's been you all along...

pretending to be my friend
while planning my murder.

Murder?

I don't know nothing
about no murder.

I was just trying
to steal some files.

I had no choice.

I'm afraid that's
correct, Mr. Reese.

Ortiz's uncle works
for the community center

that Dominic runs.

An elite defense attorney
got him exonerated

for a recent drug charge.

The uncle was
Dominic's leverage.

Dominic forced you
to steal the files.

You don't understand.

Where I'm from,
you only got two bad choices.

Well, you still have
two bad choices,

but only one ends
with you bleeding out.

It was only supposed to be
one job.

With The Brotherhood,
it's never just one job.

That's their alarm.

Vamonos. Come on.

Let's go.

Every Trinitario
within a ten-block radius

is gonna come running.

How much ammo you got?

Not nearly enough.

We need to move now.

You're coming with.

Got your back.

Finch, need a way out.

There's a door in front of you.
Use that.

Let's go.

Let's move this.

Grab it.

Go, go, go, go, go.

The door's blocked.

We're trapped.

Options, Finch.

There's a pedestrian
access tunnel

beneath the pool, but
unless you have a jackhammer,

I'm out of ideas.

I got one.

Give me the belt.

Take cover.

Well, that looks dangerous.

You first.

Whoa!

What about the dog?

Him?

He's scuba certified.

Let's go.

Let's go, kid.

Well, that's one way
to bathe the dog.

Lucky you.

When you get downtown,

you can skip the first shower.

Your mole won't be
too hard to break.

Want to teach me
some interrogation tricks?

Something tells me
you're a natural at that too.

Speaking of, I still have
a few questions for you.

But I'll save 'em.

You're gonna do all right, kid.

I know.

I had a good instructor.

Tell your friends at IA.

Will do.

And call me if you need
a little tactical refresher.

I thought I told you
to get rid of Ortiz.

You weren't here, man.
You didn't see what went down.

Guy in a suit, a chica,
and a crazy-ass dog

came storming in here
like SWAT.

The thing
about a battle plan is,

it only works
if soldiers follow orders.

Who died and made you general?

You ain't nothing
but a street banger

like the rest of us.

You know anything
about circles?

Circles?

What's that got to do
with this?

Got everything to do with it.

I had a math teacher once,
said,

"All the world's
infinite possibilities

rest within
this one simple circle."

Including the possibility
that the big, quiet kid

in the back of the class,

the one that everyone
always underestimated,

could one day
run the streets of New York.

So what's stopping you?

What's stopping me
is this Detective Riley.

Our circles keep overlapping.

Why are you worried
about a stupid cop

when you got us Trinitarios
on board now?

This ain't about numbers

or corner boys or turf.

This here is
about cutting down the old lion

and ruling his kingdom.

But that can't happen

if guys don't follow orders.

Guys like that...

don't have a place.

You might want to rethink that.

Not like you walked in here
with numbers.

I just told you,

this ain't about numbers.

You the number two?

Don't you think about it, Punk.

Don't you think about it.

We all die in the end.

Better to go out on top.

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Hey! No!

You don't... No!

Heard you helped
Internal Affairs

uncover a mole in the academy.

The mole confessed,
cleared Silva's name,

and fingered Howard's killer,
but no one can find him.

About the other day,
we need to talk.

What do you mean?

When the bullets started flying

and you swooped in
and played superhero?

Right place at the right time,
I guess.

I suppose.

So either violence
follows you around,

or you just have
the most impeccable timing.

Either way,
I'm glad you were there.

This mean you're gonna recommend
closing my IA case?

Let's just say
I'm looking forward

to our next session.

Are these the files
that Dominic stole?

Oh, that's just
a small portion.

Looks like NYPD intelligence
on a criminal network.

Information that it took
the police years to collect,

and yet Dominic steals it
in less than 48 hours.

And I finally figured out
the common denominator.

Which is?

Our new number.

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Any insider tips on eyeliner?

Yeah.

You might try
dialing it back a bit, sister.

Sorry, you just look like
you buy a lot of makeup.

You know what?
How about some free samples?

You keep samples in your purse?

I won't tell if you won't.

You've got to be kidding me. _

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Ex-boyfriend?

More like ex-pain in the ass.

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Is target present?

_ Huh.

Visual update on target.

No worries.

I found her.

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