All language subtitles for Person Of Interest S04e17 Karma

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.

The engineers that Corwin had
reassembled the machine.

After we shipped it off,
there have been accidents,

disappearances.

I think the government
may be killing them.

Alicia isn't going to have me
bumped off.

I knew you would come,
my friends.

The victims of the ferry bombing

include Nathan Ingram,
founder and CEO of IFT Inc.,

- one of the world's...
- Did you know?

Hello?

Alicia Corwin...

...you are a murderer and a traitor.

Who is this?

The actions of you
and your associates

have not gone unnoticed.

Because of you,
Nathan Ingram is dead.

Consider this a warning.

Code 703412.

Office of Special Counsel,
please.

I'm sorry,
Special Counsel is unavailable.

No, you get him on the phone
right now!

I have just been threatened.
Someone knows.

We'll look into it.

_

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He was my best friend, and...

in an instant,
he was simply... gone.

I've struggled with my injury
every day since then.

I fear I may never regain
the use of my arm.

I'm sorry, Dr. Edwards,
this was probably a bad idea.

It's okay, Harold,
you don't have to say

anything more
than you're comfortable with.

But... you know the way you talk
about your accident,

the loss of your friend,
the pain, it seems as though

you've carried this grief
for some time.

Everyone grieves
in different ways.

Hey, glasses, tell
him about all your nut ball friends.

Maybe he can give you guys
a group therapy discount.

I think by now, you count

as one of Harold's
nut ball friends, Lionel.

With you people,
there's no other kind.

Shane Edwards.

Guy's a shrink for victims
of violent crimes.

Big time psychiatrist
once upon a time.

Then he lost his wife.

Eight years ago, Lucy Edwards.

She was murdered
in their apartment

by a psycho delivery guy.

Shane founded his non-profit
soon after.

You live alone?

No.
Well, yes, technically.

I have a dog.

Is the dog from your wife?

No, we never...

My fiancee didn't have any pets.
How do you know...

That there was someone else
in your life?

Just a hunch.

We broke it off, and...

that's really all I have to say
about that.

I understand, but I want you
to know I've been in that seat.

I'm no stranger to what
you're feeling.

Why don't we call it,
talk more next time.

Sound good?

Is that your wife?

Yeah.
Yeah, that's Lucy.

Like I said,
I've been there before.

She died eight years ago.

Oh, I'm so terribly sorry,
Dr. Edwards.

You know, even when
your world stops,

the world around you
keeps moving forward,

and you will too.

Take care, Harold.

Thanks.

I still have dreams sometimes
where I'm walking...

and then I wake up.

How does that make you feel?

Trapped, helpless.
Every morning, that first moment

when I wake up and I realize
I can't feel my legs,

I'm forced to relive it.

Seeing Barton behind the wheel,
high off his ass,

and then he hits me.

His lawyers must have gotten him
out of rehab early,

because I saw a picture of him
partying the other day.

He's posting
all these stupid status updates,

promoting his new club.

It's not fair
that he does this to me,

and he gets to go out
and live his life.

Can I punch this guy
in the face?

Get in line.

You have every reason
to be angry, Angela,

but you have to let it go.
You can't change the past.

And people like that,
they don't walk free forever.

Karma has a way
of finding them.

Edwards' job involved
dredging up a lot of details

about violent crimes.

Maybe he dug up something
he wasn't supposed to.

You got this one, Lionel.

I got a therapy session
of my own to get to.

Yeah, give Red my regards.

There seems to be
a little bit of darkness

about you today, Detective.

I met a guy this morning
who lost someone.

Changed his life.

Just brings up bad memories.

And how do you handle loss?

You don't want to go there.

You're retreating inward
again, John.

What was that you said
about new habits?

Developing new habits
isn't as easy as it sounds.

How was your session
with Dr. Campbell?

Doctor/patient confidentiality,
Finch.

Fair enough.

Any luck with Edward's
apartment?

I must say,
I'm getting rather good...

at this breaking and entering
business.

Although I don't quite
understand

the purpose of the carnitas.

Ah, it's just an old spy trick

for neutralizing
security systems.

Security system?

- Knock knock.
- Oh, hey, Becca.

We got some of your mail again.

Someone should probably
say something to the mailman.

He gets confused
'cause we look so much alike.

Good point.

Where's Hector today?

He only does Tuesdays
and Thursdays.

Hector.

It's very funny,
Mr. Reese.

My coworkers and I
are gonna go check out

that new bar up the street,
and I... we were wondering

if maybe you'd like
to come along.

Thanks, but I-I got
a prior commitment.

Oh, yeah, of course, sure.
No problem.

Figured I'd just ask.

Say hi to Hector for me.

Will do.

All right, Finch,
Edwards is headed for the gym.

Find anything in his apartment?

Edwards' wife's belongings
are everywhere.

But she died eight years ago.

Perhaps he hasn't taken
his own advice about moving on.

Finch, I think we may have
a problem.

Edwards just planted a gun
in someone's gym locker.

And now he's leaving the gym
without working out.

Okay, he just went into a bank.

Edwards is following
a very deliberate schedule,

setting up pieces.

You think he's going to rob
the bank?

He's making his move, Finch.

Or not.

Something else is going on.

He's using a code to go in
through the service entrance.

Might be messing
with the electrical system,

security cams.

What's he doing now?

He's making a call
from a burner phone.

Clyde Barton.

Hi, is this the account holder

at After Hours Management?

Yeah.

This is Brian Humphries
at Fisher Savings & Loan.

It appears the government's made
an inquiry into your account

and decided to freeze it.

Are you kidding me?

My accountant said
everything was in order!

Sir, there's no need
to raise your voice.

This is a pretty standard
procedure.

If you'll just come
down to our branch on Montague,

we can get all this
straightened out.

You bet your ass we will.
I'll be right there!

Finch, you got a line
on After Hours Management?

When it comes to breaking,
entering, and hacking,

I can only do two at a time.

Finch, that guy Edwards
was talking to...

Clyde Barton?
That club owner

who put Edwards' patient
in a wheelchair.

How'd you know?

Edwards seems to have done

extensive research
on Clyde Barton,

and he's been researching
this bank for weeks.

Hello?
Fisher Savings.

Hi, is this Brian Humphries?

- Yeah.
- Listen carefully.

My associate is
about to rob your bank.

Now, if you cooperate fully

without alerting
the authorities,

no one will get hurt,
including you.

My friend's a big guy
wearing sweats.

When he comes in,
he'll look for you.

Give him your keys
and your keycard.

Don't do anything stupid.

Okay, Finch,
this makes no sense.

I'm going in.

I need to see
Brian Humphries now.

Do you see my friend?

Yeah.

Please remain calm.
I'll get you what you need.

What are you talking about?

We don't want any trouble.

Help!

Help!
This guy's trying to rob us!

- Stop right there!
- What? I'm not trying to...

Get out of here!

This guy's got a gun!

Get your face on the ground!

You're not gonna
believe this, Finch.

Edwards just framed this guy
for armed robbery.

That's not all.

It doesn't appear
that this is the first time

Edwards has framed
someone like this.

I believe our new number may be
something of a vigilante.

Then who's his next target?

So Edwards is a vigilante, huh?

He's put a total of
seven people in prison,

all of them aggressors
who had harmed his patients.

How far back do these frames
go, Finch?

Back to when he started
his victim advocacy non-profit

in honor of his wife, Lucy.

Her killer, Wyatt Morris,
a delivery man

who got a little bit
too friendly with Lucy

while making deliveries,
and made her uncomfortable.

She was concerned that he
might be unstable,

so they filed a complaint
with his employer.

The day before the murder,
Morris attempted a delivery

at the house, but Lucy
didn't answer the door.

He returned the following day.

She came to the door
and signed for the package.

That evening, according
to Edwards' testimony,

he saw Morris leaving
as he arrived home from work.

Moments later, he discovered
his wife, bludgeoned to death.

Where is Morris now?

In prison, serving 15 years
for manslaughter.

Manslaughter?
Why not murder?

Because all of the evidence
was circumstantial.

There was no witness
to the actual murder.

Otherwise, he'd be serving
a life sentence.

Edwards is punishing people
who deserve it,

and making sure no innocent
people get hurt in the process.

You should hire him, Finch,
take the week off.

Need I remind you, Mr. Reese,
that his number has come up,

which means that
his next target

may escalate
beyond any simple crime.

Or one of his previous targets
is coming back for revenge.

How you doing, boy?

It appears Edwards is
arriving home now.

He's putting tape on his tuxedo.

Either he doesn't trust
Hugo Boss lapels

to stay in place,
or he's planning

to start his next frame
at tonight's gala.

Edwards is making a presentation
tonight about his non-profit.

It appears to be
an elite crowd.

Admission will require
a rather large donation

from our already depleted funds.

Save your money, Professor.

Might have an easier way
to get in.

Thanks for getting me in, doc.

You're the one
doing me a favor.

The NYPD has a table
at this gala every year.

I'm always looking
for people willing

to come represent the precinct.

Thank you.

I think the tuxes
keep them away.

It's good to see your
empathetic side, John.

It shows real progress.

I'm glad I could join you.

Um, you look... stunning,
by the way.

And it's good to see
this other side of you too.

I feel like a waiter
in this thing.

You know, I don't think
I've worn a cummerbund

since senior prom.

You're welcome, Detective.
Where is Edwards now?

Don't worry,
Finch, we got eyes on him.

Hi, everyone.
Thank you all for coming.

I hope you're all
at least getting a drink

out of your tax write-offs
tonight.

For those of you
who don't know who I am,

my name's Shane Edwards.

And this is my wife, Lucy.

Lucy was a photographer.

We met in a garden...

quiet little spot
with a fountain...

when I absentmindedly traipsed

through her
perfectly timed shot,

ruining hours of prep work,

but instead of getting mad,
she just started laughing.

Said there was no use
getting upset now.

She'd just have to make do
with an avant-garde,

golden hour photo
of a blurry foot.

Mr. Reese, we
may have some trouble.

Someone's sneaking in
through the service entrance.

Oh, my, it's Morris,

the man convicted of
killing Edwards' wife.

I thought he was in prison.

Released yesterday on parole.

The system wasn't updated
due to an administrative delay.

But what the hell
is he doing here?

And a couple of years
later, I proposed to her,

right there in the garden,

just after we'd carved
our initials on a bench nearby.

After her passing...

I couldn't bring myself
to visit that place anymore.

I couldn't even think about it
until I went into therapy.

And it was therapy
that made me whole again.

Moving on is not about
forgetting or ignoring...

Morris is heading
straight for Edwards.

Excuse me for a moment.

So, doc, I keep
having this dream.

Hmm.

And that's why victim advocacy
is so important,

no matter what form
that advocacy takes.

So I'm here tonight
to ask you to help me

continue in my practice.
Thank you very much.

Thanks for coming.

Been a while, doc.

You? What the hell
are you doing here?

For seven years...

What are they saying, Finch?

Too much commotion.

Seven years of my life.

Mr. Reese,
what's happening?

I think Morris
just threatened Edwards.

Seven years!

Edwards is on the move, Finch.

Something's wrong, Finch.
The battery in Edwards' car

has been drained.
It's wired to blow!

Get down!

All right, doc,
why does Morris want you dead?

_

Hello?

It's you, isn't it?

I suppose you're trying
to tell me not to do this.

But I haven't given you
a voice...

so you have nothing to say.

Any news on Morris?

Our guys are still
looking for him.

Have you had any contact
with Morris since the trial?

No.

I heard he was
getting out of prison soon.

I never imagined he'd
come after me.

You think he tried to kill you

'cause your testimony
put him away?

Killing my wife
is what put him away.

I'm sorry,
I'm a little on edge.

Last time I was
in a room like this

was the night she died.

Worst night of my life.

It was snowing...
that kind of relentless snow

where you forget there was
ever a world without it.

I remember calling my wife
on the way home.

She didn't answer.

She was always bad
about answering the phone.

I saw this delivery truck

double parked
outside our building.

Just as I was going in,

the engine revved
and the truck took off.

When I got up to our floor,

the door was hanging open...

and I ran inside, and...

saw this package
lying on the floor,

this small, brown package
wrapped in tape, lying in a...

in a pool...

When they found Morris,
he denied

he had anything to do
with Lucy's death.

You need anything else from me?

I got an appointment starting
in about four hours,

like to get
a bit of shut-eye.

Morris is still out there
somewhere.

This guy's taken
years of my life.

He's not getting
any more of my time.

We'll find him.

Why would Morris, a
guy who was just paroled,

put a bomb in Edwards' car
and risk everything

by confronting him
in front of a crowd?

Criminals do stupid,
incriminating stuff

all the time.
You don't put a bomb

in a guy's car because
you're mentally stable.

Look,
before delivering packages,

Morris worked construction.

Demolitions.

Guy knows how to build a bomb.

Perhaps I can add
some pertinent information.

I've just spotted new activity
on an old email account

that Morris had
before he went to prison.

A cryptic exchange
with an anonymized account,

it says, "Roscoe has agreed
to meet in the can.

11:00 AM tomorrow, Kent Avenue
and North Ninth Street."

So Morris is about to meet
with a man named Roscoe?

"Roscoe" is an old nickname
for a handgun.

Morris is trying to
acquire a weapon.

I'll head to the address.

I'd like to have
a word with him.

Hey, glasses, I just
heard back from the bomb squad.

What have you got, Detective?

Real amateur hour.
Another inch to the left

and the igniter would have
been too far from the gas tank

to set it off.

Guy like Morris
with experience in explosives

should have known better.

Interesting.
Thank you, Detective.

Any luck finding Roscoe?

Well, the gun was already here.

No sign of Morris yet.
And "In the can" meant

in the trash
outside a public restroom.

Hmm. Remind me to never
illegally purchase a firearm.

While you're waiting,
here's something rather odd.

Do you remember
when Edwards told you

about seeing Morris's truck
the night his wife died?

Yeah.

Well, that story he told you

matches the story
he told in court

and the story he told the cops
when they interviewed him.

Of course he would remember
every detail.

His wife was murdered.

It's not just the details,
Mr. Reese, verbatim.

"That kind of relentless snow
that makes you forget

there was ever
a world without it."

It's as if Edwards memorized
that speech,

but why would he do that?

So, I've been going through

the cell company's GPS records
for Edwards' phone.

He wasn't coming home
when his wife was killed.

He didn't arrive
until several hours later,

which means he couldn't have
seen his wife's killer

leaving the scene.
He lied.

He didn't just lie, Finch.

Edwards is the one
who bought the gun.

He bought a gun
under Morris's name?

Mr. Reese,
it's another frame job.

Seven years ago,
Edwards perjured himself

to make sure that the man
he believed had killed his wife

would go away to prison.

And now Morris is out early,

and only seven years
for his wife's murder.

I'd be angry too.

So now, Edwards is planning
to put him away... for good.

Edwards is
heading back home now.

He's been pretty careful
about not touching that gun.

It's possible he means
to kill Morris with that gun

and make it look
like self defense.

Get this, right after
Morris was released,

he got a text message
from his brother

saying your guy would be
at the gala.

Edwards must have
spoofed the text

to make sure that Morris
would show up.

Then he blew up his own car
to make it look

like Morris tried to kill him.

Whatever Edwards' plan is,

it could end in someone's death,
including his own.

We have to stop him.

Stop him?
We should give him a medal.

This bastard killed his wife and
he's walking the streets free.

Edwards lied in his testimony.

Have you considered
that Morris might be innocent?

The man was obsessed.
He didn't have a solid alibi,

no other suspect to speak of.

Precisely.
All the evidence against him

was purely circumstantial.

Morris has always maintained
his innocence.

It could be that he's
telling the truth,

and we may never know
what really happened.

Guys, we don't even know
what's happening now.

Edwards just popped open
a round

and poured out the gunpowder.

And I'm betting things won't go
too well for Morris

when Edwards plants
gunshot residue on him.

If Edwards has figured out
how to put this guy away,

he should go for it.

One less killer
walking the streets.

Oh, he's figured it out.

The tape on his lapels picked up
Morris's fingerprints.

So now Edwards is holding
a gun with Morris's prints.

It seems fairly obvious
he intends to use it on someone.

We cannot sanction murder.

We don't know if it's murder.

None of Edwards' frames
have ended in death before.

Mr. Reese, we wouldn't be
focused on him

if something bad wasn't
about to happen.

I'm saying he doesn't look
like a killer to me.

He looks like a man who's lost.

Hey.

Sorry, I'm a little early.

No problem. Uh...

Sounds like Hector's
looking forward

to spending time with you.
I'll go get him.

Got someone here for ya.

- Here she is. Here she is.
- Hey, hi.

Yeah.

You sure you don't mind?

Oh, I'm happy to watch him
as long as you need me to.

Thanks.
Something came up

I gotta take care of
tonight, so...

Everything okay?

Yeah.
I think it will be, yeah.

Thanks again for watching him.

Of course.

Bye.

Okay, Finch,
Edwards is clearing out.

Whatever his plan is,
it's gonna happen soon.

Hey, I think I got
a lead on our killer.

When Morris was in prison,
his brother Sid

never missed a visit.
If Morris isn't

at his brother's place,
he knows where he's hiding.

Edwards might be
thinking the same thing.

Looks like he's heading
for the brother's apartment.

Okay, Finch,
Edwards just broke in.

Mr. Reese?
What's he doing?

Making it look like Morris
is following him.

Where's Edwards?

Here.

Edwards has been
planning this for years.

He can't move on.
He needs closure.

Vengeance will not
bring closure.

You should know that by now.

It didn't for Carter,
it didn't for Shaw,

and it won't bring Edwards
any peace

if he's targeted the wrong man.

Finch, the law doesn't
always work.

Edwards is correcting
an injustice.

If we deny him this,
it will destroy him.

Don't make the mistake
of assuming that you're

the only person that's been
down this path, Mr. Reese.

So tell me, Finch,
where did that path take you?

Gotta find the red queen.
Gotta find the red queen.

Gotta pay to play,
pay to play, folks.

Who wants to step up,
take a chance?

Edwards is gone.

Did he get away,
or did you...

He's been doing frame jobs
for a while.

He's good at covering
his tracks.

He's left his phone at home,

so there's no way
for us to track him.

We have to find him
before it's too late.

I haven't been able
to find Edwards, Mr. Reese,

but I've located Morris's
cell phone signal.

It's an older model
that doesn't have GPS.

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Wait, this could be something.

Uh...
Fusco.

Detective, have you located
Morris's brother?

It appears that he just sent
Morris a text message.

Although I'll wager it's Edwards
spoofing a text to lure him out.

Yeah, I'd say
that's a safe bet.

Sid broke his cell phone while
we were having a little chat.

How exactly did...

Does he know where Morris is?

No, but it didn't
stop the lowlife

from taking a swing at me.

It says to meet
at the Conservatory

at the New York
Botanical Gardens.

That's across town.

I'm close.

Could be dangerous, Finch.

Which is why you should've
stopped Edwards

while you had the chance.

Hello?

Sid?

You here?

I've been waiting seven years
for this.

I have received direct threats
on my personal cell phone.

Someone is coming after us.

You tell your boss
to call me back immediately.

Hello, Alicia.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

I'm aware
of your relentless pursuit

and subsequent elimination
of the engineers

involved in Northern Lights.

Did you really think that while
you were watching others,

no one would be watching you?

I'd be careful if I were you.

An improvised explosive device
is attached

to the bottom of your car.

Any sudden movement
could set it off.

As a member of the black ops
intelligence community,

I'm sure you're familiar with
the damage such a device can do.

You have to understand, Nathan,
he was a dear friend.

I didn't know anything
about his murder.

Do you even believe yourself?

You work in intelligence?
How can you not know?

No. I...

The second it happened,
I knew it,

but I didn't know
they were gonna do it.

I had no idea.

You're a trained liar.

How will I ever know
if you're telling the truth?

You won't.

But I am.

Everything we did was to make
the world a safer place,

but we strayed from the path.
I admit it.

I have so many regrets,
but it's grown so big,

and we're so...
so small.

I don't know who you are
or how you know all this,

but maybe you're right.

Maybe Nathan's death,
it is my fault.

I saw the signs.
I ignored them.

Maybe I deserve this.

Dump that on your hands.

- Gunpowder?
- Do it.

Dr. Edwards.

Harold, what are you doing here?

I may not have been completely
honest with you in our session,

but you were right.

We've both been
down the same road,

but if there's one thing
I've learned,

it's that revenge will never
bring you closure.

You gotta help me.

Shut up!

I'm not a murderer.

You're a liar.

I dropped the package
off to her

in the morning,
and that's all I did.

I didn't like leaving packages
at people's doorsteps

during the holidays.

A lot of thieves.
A lot of bad people out there.

I made sure she signed for it,
and then I left.

And I never came back
that night.

You really expect me to believe
that's why you kept going back?

I know you killed her.

This is where you met.

Where you proposed.

Why would you desecrate
her memory by committing murder

in the place
where you were happiest?

Who said anything about murder?

When they search his apartment,

they'll find evidence
he's been plotting to kill me.

With the gunshot residue
on his hands,

there won't be any doubt
he pulled the trigger.

They'll put you away
for the rest of your life,

and there won't be anything
you can do to stop it.

After I pull the trigger,
tell them he shot me.

Do that, and then everything
will fall into place.

Harold, whoever you are,
I'm begging you,

let me have this.

Harold.

Move away.

John, don't shoot.

Shane, listen to me.

I watched someone close to me
die before my eyes.

Like you, I thought
I needed to make sure

that everyone responsible
for that murder

paid with their life,
and that almost did it.

I had my target,
I had my finger on the trigger,

but I realized that
as certain as I was

that these people deserved
retribution,

that life was infinitely
more complicated than that.

You may never know what happened
on that day,

but if you do this,
if you condemn his life,

there will be no doubt
what you did to him.

Even when your world stops,
the world around you

keeps moving forward,
and you will too,

but if you die here, that
bright, beautiful, lively woman

that fell in love with you here
will forever die with you.

I know you don't want that.

You're even less chatty
than usual.

It's a long night.

Want to talk about it?

Okay.

How about we discuss
payback instead?

I got you into the gala.
Now you give me

something real about yourself.
No more shutting me out.

Tell me something
you're not so proud of,

starting with how you
deal with grief.

There was a woman once.

She meant everything to me.

I kept her at arm's length.

I went away for a long time.

Then I learned she died.

So what happened?

Talk to me, John.
If you ever want to be able

to move on, you have to grieve.

I'm not sure I know
how to do that.

There he is.

Aw, he missed you.

Hey, boy.

Thanks for looking after him.

Any time.

Did you get everything
taken care of?

Um, still working on it.
Think it's gonna be okay.

I'm glad to hear it.

Maybe we can walk him
together sometime.

Maybe.

Want to go?

It looks like Edwards might
finally be starting to move on.

What about Morris?

Did he kill Edwards' wife
or not?

That's a question
between him and his maker.

Perhaps we should follow
our own advice and let him go.

That's not good enough.

The machine's got to know
the truth.

It may, and the truth
will likely remain with it.

As frustrating
as it might seem,

some questions may
never be answered.

But what I do know is this...

If Morris is a killer
and tries to kill again,

we'll be there.

Come on.
Come on.

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