All language subtitles for Person Of Interest S04e11 If-Then-Else

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'll never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up,

we'll find you.

Widely
fluctuating market values

began at the New York
Stock Exchange.

Analysts are concerned
that volatile response trading

could plunge world markets
into further losses.

I take it your talk with our
rival, A.S.I., did not end well.

You could say that.

Our cold war just turned hot.

Samaritan's taking down
the market.

Financial ruin will be the least
of our worries if it succeeds.

A collapse in our economy
would ripple around the globe,

causing such upheaval.

Revolts, starvation, war.

Why haven't the fail-safes
been tripped?

Look. It's going back up!

That's why.

Temporary rebounds to keep
the fail-safes from kicking in.

Samaritan has a solution
for everything.

But this is hers.

The machine suspected
this day might come,

which is why she commissioned
a hacker to build this.

The software acts
as a countermeasure,

stabilizing the market
in real time.

But there's a catch.

It has to be deployed on site.

It won't be easy.

All hands on deck
for this one, Harry.

I'll contact Mr. Reese
and Detective Fusco,

but I'm afraid Ms. Shaw
is busy avoiding detection

and saving numbers.

Time for a new assignment.

How's it hanging, Sameen?

Oh, I've had better days.

So has my broker friend here.

You embezzle Twinkies
or money, Harvey?

What's up?

We're headed
to the stock exchange

to try to save
the world economy.

Oh, that sounds fun.

Is this an invite?

Not a chance.

The place will be crawling
with Samaritan operatives.

And you're number one
on their list.

But I do need a favor.

And you need a metro card.

Sir, it's Lambert.

The operation appears
to be going as planned.

Yes, so I see.

Any concern this move
by Samaritan might risk

being too public?

This apparent madness
has a method, Mr. Lambert.

A mere first step to
establishing a new world order.

Such an undertaking
will not go unnoticed.

Nor would we want it to.

Sir?

The acolytes of the machine.

Mr. Finch and his colleagues.

I fully expect they'll try
to stop what we have started.

And when they do, they'll
be in for a rude awakening.

We received a call
from your central command center

that your lobby cameras
weren't working properly.

My technician needs
to take a look.

Cameras are working just fine.

Huh?

We took out the
camera as you requested.

I'm with Lionel
at the service entrance.

Gotta love where a badge
can get you.

It won't be a minute.

Good.
Now we'll just need to verify

that the feed's reaching
the central command center.

Am I taking out any more
cameras, Finch?

No need.

The exchange has a closed
circuit surveillance system

that neither machine can access.

Until now?

I routed the surveillance feeds
to give the machine

encrypted access.

Once the feeds populate,

she'll have eyes
in the building,

but Samaritan will be blind.

Got room for two more?

This day just keeps
getting weirder

nice to see you, too, Lionel.

If someone's trying
to hijack the market,

shouldn't we head
to the trading floor?

Ten percent of trades
are conducted on the floor.

The rest are executed
automatically

by high-frequency trade
algorithms.

It so happens,
those trades are processed

in the servers downstairs.

Which is where we need to go

to deploy the countermeasure.

We just need to get past

the server room's
biometric palm scanner.

How do you suggest we do that?

With some luck and a little help
from a friend.

You found your mark, Shaw?

Got eyes on our guy.

How's he gonna help?

His company handles all
the security for the exchange.

And we need to get
into the server room.

So he's got a key?

Of sorts.

He has an administrative code
that bypasses

the biometric palm scanner.

Well, you could've at least
given me a challenge.

If it makes you feel any better,
we're gonna need it quick.

Mr. Clean's
favoring his left knee.

Right amount of pressure,
he'll sing.

You don't even know
who I am, do you?

You lost in one day what
it took me 15 years to build.

We all lost our shirts.

Market hasn't been this low
in 85 years.

Yeah, well, this time,

we're gonna take that ride
down together.

All the way.
Just nobody move.

I swear, I will blow this train
sky-high.

I'm gonna have to get back
to you about that code.

Welcome to the modern day
stock exchange.

You got access to those
security feeds yet, Root?

They just came online.

Lockdown sub level six.

Is something the matter,
Ms. Groves?

It's a trap.

Elevator's locked.

Terrific.
Now what?

Follow me.

After 9/11, the exchange was
redesigned to go on lockdown

in the event of an attack,
to keep combatants out.

Of course, what Homeland
Security couldn't have predicted

is that one day, Samaritan
might use the same system

to keep its enemies in.

Run!

This way!

At least we won't die hungry.

Samaritan wants a fight,
I say we go down swinging.

Remember the Alamo.

More than a valiant last stand.

We need a strategy.

A little help please.

It's a hell of a time
for your machine

to go on the fritz, Harold.

Give it a second.

It's got a lot on its mind.

Hey, man.

So you wanna play or what?

Oh, that's very kind of you,
but I'm playing with a friend.

You've been sitting here
alone for hours, dude.

My friend is a little shy.

And somewhat indecisive.

I thought you wanted me
to teach you how to play.

Each possible move represents
a different game.

A different universe
in which you make a better move.

By the second move,
there are 72,084 possible games.

By the third, 9 million.

By the fourth...

there are more possible
games of chess

than there are atoms
in the universe.

No one could possibly predict
them all, even you.

Which means that that first move
can be terrifying.

It's the furthest point
from the end of the game,

there's a virtually infinite sea
of possibilities

between you and the other side.

But it also means
that if you make a mistake,

there's a nearly infinite amount
of ways to fix it.

So you should
simply relax and play.

We need a strategy.

A little help please.

It's a hell of a
time for your machine

to go on the fritz. Harold.

Give it a second.

It's got a lot on its mind.

Got it.

Got what?

Who's she talking to?

When we open that door,
turn left, Harold.

You and I are going to the
server room to hack the system

and stabilize the market.

You two...Reese, Fusco...
secure our escape route.

Turn right,
head to the mechanical room,

and cut the tension cable
to the elevator's lock.

How?

She'll tell you
when you get there.

Let's go.

Ready to roll?

Don't shoot!

Look, it's a Degas.

Original.

It's quite striking in person.

What's the point of saving
the world if you can't enjoy it?

Look out!

Two targets. Hall "B,"
requesting back...

Sorry.

Alpha? Tango? Report.

Well, that didn't take long.

Martine, two of the machine's
little helpers

appear to be heading
to the server room.

Should I retrieve them, sir?

No, I'll send another
welcoming party.

You are to make sure
the others don't escape.

Split up.
Cover all possible exits.

And Martine...

Sir?

Enjoy yourself.

Go back now.

Looks like we drew
the short straw, partner.

FBI. Drop your
weapons or we'll shoot.

I thought you were DEA.

What does it matter?
We'll shoot either way.

Remember the Alamo.

The last time I saw you
was in church.

You should've prayed
a little harder.

I go to hell,
I'm taking you with me.

Hey, Reese.
You got a C?

I'm having a little
problem getting that code.

Sorry.
I'm busy making death threats

to Samaritan operatives.

Hey, you, with the bomb vest.

Come on.

You don't really want to hurt
all these people now, do you?

Normally, I would just blow
your kneecaps off,

but then you might detonate
the bomb,

and that's a risk
I just can't take, so...

you're either gonna have to take
off your vest,

or I'll just put one between
your eyes.

Now approaching Broadway and...

What the hell?

Hands up, now!

Honey, you get our canary
to sing?

We need that code.

Sorry, you're on your own.

Plan "B."

we'll have to do it
the old-fashioned way.

Whatever happens to me, don't
stop installing that software.

Don't shoot!

Chop-chop, Harold.

For a second, Ms. Groves,
I thought all might be lost.

Root! Watch...

Harold!

Harold...

We need a strategy.

A little help please.

It's a hell of a time
for your machine

to go on the fritz, Harold.

Give it a second.

It's got a lot on its mind.

Oh, that's interesting.

How many moves did you consider
that time?

That's good.
You're paring them down,

concentrating on the most
aggressive possible moves.

I didn't see that.

You like the queen, don't you?

She can move in any direction.

Target anything.

Wasn't always the case though.

She used to be one
of the weakest pieces.

They played chess
in the royal court of Spain

in the 15th century.

Queen Isabella was offended.

She asked her advisers
if they thought her that feeble.

Their response was to make her

the most powerful piece
in the game.

You have to be careful though.

Because in chess,
the more powerful a piece is,

the more useful they are.

Not just for winning...

but to be used for sacrifice.

As a trick.

How many moves did you consider
that time?

A second is like an infinity
to you, isn't it?

You can take the time
to consider everything.

Or almost everything.

I'm afraid you missed it.

We need a strategy.

A little help please.

It's a hell of a
time for your machine

to go on the fritz, Harold.

Give it a second,
it's got a lot on its mind.

Got it.

Who's she talking to?

When we open that door,
you two turn left.

You're going to the server room
to hack the system

and stabilize the market.

Hack? I can barely retrieve
my email.

You might want to give us a job
that requires a little less

technical proficiency.

It's non-negotiable.

We're going right, Harold,
to secure our escape route.

We'll head to the mechanical
room and cut the tension cables

to the elevator's lock.

How exactly would we do that,
Ms. Groves?

She'll tell us
when we get there.

Ready to roll?

Don't shoot!

Alpha? Tango? Report.

We're here, sir.

Any orders, boss?

No, proceed as planned.

I imagine
Samaritan is monitoring

the building's electrical
system.

Once we disable
the elevator's locks,

it'll be a matter of seconds

before all the operatives
know our location.

So we need to find a way
to re-supply power

to the elevator first.

Did she say what we're looking
for?

Only that it was a hobby
of yours.

When I was a boy,
I used to work on old cars.

Hopefully, I can get this
generator started.

Looks like you've got
this under control.

I'll see about disabling
the lock.

There's a manual release handle
on the back of the brake.

But that elevator will be
heavily guarded.

Harold, you of all people should
know there's more than one way

to skin a cat.

I feel sorry for the cat.

Time to get to work.

What now, chief?

Hey, Reese, you got a sec?

I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

We need that bypass code.

Oh, I'm working on it.

How do you talk down
a psycho in a bomb vest?

Hello?

I was waiting on the punch-line.

Reese...

Look, if some guy straps
a bomb to his chest,

he must believe his life
doesn't matter.

Just...you know,
convince him it does.

Hey, you in the bomb vest.

I don't think you
really wanna do this.

Come on, you don't want to hurt
all these people now, do you?

You've gotta have something
to live for, right?

Or...someone?

My wife.

She's sick and now I can't
afford to pay her medical bills.

Because of this lousy excuse
for a human being.

He wasted my life savings.

And now he's wasted
what's left of my life.

But you don't have to waste
your death.

If you want to die, okay.

But die for something
that you love.

Are you crazy?
Shoot this lunatic

before it's too late!

What the hell?

No!

Hands up, now!

Shaw, you okay?

You're on your own.

All right,
we're gonna have to do this

the old-fashioned way.

Don't shoot!

Maybe Nutter Butter was right
to send us.

All right, glasses,
you ready for Hacking 101?

All right, but the code
is rather long.

Hit me.

Lower case "e," "n," "v," space,

"x," equals, apostrophe,

left bracket, right bracket,

left curly brace,
colon...

Curly what?

I'll send you a text.

It's important that you
adhere to the text, exactly.

Hurry up, Lionel.

You're not helping.

We're not gonna make it.

No. We won't.

We're sitting ducks.

We need to find cover.

Lionel, remember the Alamo?

Yeah, what about it?

Well, you're gonna miss it.

Hey, what about you?

Somebody's gotta be the hero.

You're cheerful for a dead man.

You're carrying a grenade.

Samaritan standard issue.

Which means you all are.

Now which cable controls
the elevator's mechanical lock?

Hey, sweetie, you busy?

A little.

Skip the verbal foreplay, Root.

Why you calling?

Can't a couple of gals
take a little break

from work to catch up?

I've been arrested and you're
fighting an AI apocalypse

so, no, we don't have time
to catch up.

Well, there's no need
to be rude.

I am not having this
conversation right now.

There's no time
like the present, Sameen.

Why are you so afraid to talk
about your feelings?

Feelings?

I'm a sociopath.

I don't have feelings.

And I'm a reformed killer
for hire.

We're perfect for each other.

You're gonna figure that out
someday.

Root, if you and I were
the last two people

on the face of this planet...

An increasingly
plausible scenario

given Samaritan's plans.

Fine. Maybe someday,

when Samaritan wipes
everyone out...

we can talk about it.

You're saying maybe someday?

Yeah, sure, Root.

Maybe someday.

Is that good enough for you?

Yes, Sameen.

That's good enough for me.

Root?

Root!

It's a hell of a time
for your machine

to go on the fritz, Harold.

Give it a second.

It's got a lot on its mind.

We need a strategy.

A little help please.

It's a hell of a
time for your machine

to go on the fritz, Harold.

Give it a second.

It's got a lot on its mind.

Got it.

Got what? Who's she talking to?

When we open that door,
everyone turn left.

We're going to the server room
to hack the system together.

Then we move as a team
to the mechanical room

to secure our escape route.

Ready to roll?

Why did you just do that?

Why not?
We're in a simulation.

Don't shoot!

Look, it's a Degas.

Original.

Hey, Reese. Got a sec?

I'm taking out the trash.

Talk with Shaw.

Yeah.
You rang?

How do you talk down a guy
in a bomb vest?

And spare me the jokes.

Okay, well, I knew a guy
on the force.

He had it rough.

Talked about eating his gun.

The one thing he said,
he never felt so alone.

So how did you convince him
that he wasn't?

I didn't. He put a bullet
through his brain.

Good luck.

Hey, you, with the bomb vest.

What's your name?

What?
His name's Greg.

It's Gary, you pathetic
piece of...

Okay, alright, Gary.

I know that you're a decent guy.

A decent guy that's fallen
on some hard times.

Yeah. Hard?

What do you know about it?

I know a lot of people are going
to be hurting here after today.

Take this guy.

I mean, look, no offense,

but you look like
you've been taken

to the cleaners several times.

I've been wiped out.

I'll be lucky if I can pay
my kid's tuition...

if I make it out of here.

What about you, lady?
Are you in the market?

No, but my boss just lost
his job today,

and I got laid off too, and I've
got three kids to support.

I guess I can kiss my pension
good-bye.

Please, stop.

See, Gary?

Life is crap.

Welcome to the human race.

But the good news is,
you're not alone.

Are you crazy?
Just shoot this lunatic.

Hey, shut up!
What the hell do you know?

Don't be an idiot.
Keep your nose out of it.

What are you, crazy?

What the hell?

Hands up, now!

What now, chief?

Ready for that code?

I'm gonna let our friend
do the talking.

He's very interested
in saving his pension.

Excuse me.

We're gonna need to borrow one
of your computers.

Coolly delivered sadistic
warning.

Self-deprecating inquiry
into the time

necessary to infiltrate system.

Funny yet insightful retort.

Mildly agitated declaration
of mission completion.

Gentle exhortation
to further action.

Overly affectionate greeting.

Greeting.

Transparent rationale
for conversation.

Annoyed attempt
to deflect subtext.

Overt come-on.

Mildly embarrassed defensiveness
bordering on hostility.

Playfully witty sign-off.

This takes me back.

I used to work on old cars
as a boy.

Yo, Nutella,
could use a hand.

Here.

Which cable controls
the elevator's mechanical lock?

The coiled one.

But cutting it will alert
Samaritan's operatives.

So wait until Harold starts...

Too late.

They're coming.

Hurry, Harold.

You've got
power to the elevator.

Cut the cable that controls
the lock.

Lionel, now.

Shots to the head
and center mass.

On my mark.

One...

Two. Three!

Yes, yes, you needn't rub it in.

One afternoon
and you're a grandmaster.

Mind you, you'll encounter far
more capable opponents

than me if you go looking.

No.
I don't think so.

You asked me to teach you chess
and I've done that.

It's a useful mental exercise.

And through the years,
many thinkers

have been fascinated by it.

But I don't enjoy playing.

Do you know why not?

Because it was a game
that was born

during a brutal age,
when life counted for little.

And everyone believed
that some people

were worth more than others.

Kings and pawns.

I don't think that anyone is
worth more than anyone else.

I don't envy you the decisions
you're gonna have to make.

And one day I'll be gone,

and you'll have no one
to talk to.

But if you remember
nothing else,

please remember this.

Chess is just a game.

Real people aren't pieces.

And you can't assign more value
to some of them than to others.

Not to me.

Not to anyone.

People are not a thing
that you can sacrifice.

The lesson is that anyone
who looks on the world

as if it was a game of chess
deserves to lose.

So much for dying
with a full stomach.

Got it.

Got what? Who's she talking to?

When we open that door,
everyone turn left.

We're going to the server room
to hack the system together.

Then we move, as a team,
to the mechanical room

to secure our escape route.

Perhaps we should consider
splitting up.

Yeah, maybe the machine hasn't
thought through all the angles.

Trust me.

These are our best odds.

Ready to roll?

Don't shoot!

Look, it's an original Degas.

You'll thank me later.

What good's saving the world,
Harry, if we can't enjoy it?

Welcome to the human race.

Put the good news is,
you're not alone.

What the hell?

Ready for that code?

The stock market
has suddenly begun to stabilize

and even slowly tick up after
a wild afternoon of trading.

This brings back memories.

I used to work on old cars
as a boy.

With your father.

Funny, I remember everything
he ever taught me about cars.

In truth, I remember everything
he ever taught me.

Don't worry, Harold.

You've taught her well.

Yo, Banana Nut Crunch.

Could use a hand.

Which cable controls
the elevator's mechanical lock?

They're early.
Get ready.

Hurry, Harold.

Cut the coiled cable.

I'm out.

Finch!

Surrender your weapons now!

You gotta put pressure on it.

I'm all right, Harold.

We've got them covered, sir.

Very well.

All games must come to an end.

Hey, sweetie.

You busy?

A little.

Skip the verbal foreplay, Root.

Why are you calling?

Can't a couple of gals
take a little break

from work to catch up?

No, we do not have time
to catch up.

Oh, you guys look like crap.

How did you...

Had to crawl through 50 yards
of air duct.

We won't make it that way.

Don't worry.

I got a little gift from
our friend in the bomb vest.

I'll take it from here.

Come on, get him up.

We're so good at this together.

You're gonna realize
that some day.

Root, no offense...

you're hot.

You're good with a gun.

Those are two qualities
I greatly admire.

But you and me together
would be like

a four alarm fire
in an oil refinery.

Sounds cozy.

I'm out of ammo, Shaw.

We need to go.
Might not get a second chance.

Second chances are overrated,
Harold.

What the...

The controls aren't responding.

The desk.

There's an override button.

Someone's gotta get to
that button and hold them off.

Sameen, if you even think
I'm gonna let you...

Oh, for God's sakes.