All language subtitles for Person Of Interest S05e09 Sotto Voce

(Finch)
You are being watched.

The government
has a secret system...

secret system.

(man)
A system you asked for
to keep you safe.

(Finch)
A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

(man)
You granted it the power
to see everything.

To index, order, and control
the lives of ordinary people.

(Finch)
The government considers
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

(man)
But to it
you are all irrelevant,

victim or perpetrator,

if you stand in it's way...

(Finch)
We'll find you.

[suspenseful music]

¶ ¶

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

(Shaw)
[speaking Spanish]

Hope you brought sunscreen.

Sit your ass
back down, Chiquita.

You're gonna pay your fare
another way.

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

[moaning]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

What are you gonna do?
Kill us?

Walk northeast
about ten miles...

you might live.

And I think
I'm gonna need this.

¶ ¶

[truck engine turns over]

¶ ¶

[electronic buzzing]

Got eyes on our new number,
Finch.

He's like us,

except he actually has a license
for breaking and entering.

Indeed...Terry Easton.

Thirty eight,
lives with his wife Carla.

He's had a number of odd jobs
but appears to have settled

on that of a locksmith.

24 hour service, case in point,
6:00 a.m. job.

Apart from
a few parking tickets,

Mr. Easton appears
to be a model citizen.

What are you doing, Finch?

Doing a little cleaning,
Mr. Reese.

Just because it looks
like a subway,

doesn't mean
it has to smell like one.

[dog barking]

No, Bear.
Voruit.

Good morning.
You missed a spot.

Ms. Groves,
what can I help you with?

Actually, I think
I'm here to help you, Harry.

She gave me a number...

a radio engineer,
Matthew Stone.

Guy's in charge
of maintenance

on the radio antennas
across the boroughs.

He might be helping Samaritan
spread its coded messages.

Or he may have stumbled
onto Samaritan's plot

and become a liability.

Either way,
you should proceed

with extreme caution,
Ms. Groves.

Don't worry, Harry.

I'll keep my eye on Stone
from a distance,

and I'm pretty sure...

I'll have the biggest gun
on the block.

[dramatic music]

Finch, I don't think Easton's
6:00 a.m. job is on the clock.

¶ ¶

The guy's breaking in.

Got any intel
on this building, Finch?

"Kepler & Mountain Investments,"

private equity firm
handling accounts

in the hundreds of millions.

The firm would most certainly
have its share

of valuable information.

I think he's here
to steal it.

[beeping]

¶ ¶

Easton triggered
the door alarm...

[gun cocks]

And it didn't seem
to stop him.

¶ ¶

That's not gonna happen,
friend.

Stay back...
or else.

Or else what?

You set off that bomb,
we all go.

Between the flop sweat
and shaky hands,

you don't strike me
as a killer.

And I don't think
you're suicidal.

If you're not careful...

we're all gonna have
a really bad day.

¶ ¶

May I?

¶ ¶

[whimpers]

[beeps]

[panting]

Now...

it's time that
you and I had a little chat.

[breathing heavily]

¶ ¶

[electronic fizzling]

Bomb squad handles explosives
out of this precinct.

If we find
it's a terrorist act,

we kick it
to Homeland Security.

That's felony weight.
It's a long time.

But you're no terrorist,
are you Terry?

You didn't make that bomb.

So you want to tell me
who did?

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

Coffee's not bad.

Not good, either.

Well, it's a hell of a lot worse
in Supermax.

Who sent you
into that investment firm?

[electronic crackling]

¶ ¶

[electronic crackling]

[television static]

You want to tell me
what's really going on?

¶ ¶

Easton seems terrified,
but he won't talk.

He's either paid
to plant that bomb or coerced.

His finances look
rather ordinary.

I don't see anything that
suggests he's been paid off,

and he's certainly not a client
of such a high-end firm.

He doesn't seem like a pro,
so why use him to begin with?

Perhaps that's why,
Mr. Reese.

Because our locksmith
appears so benign,

you'd never see him coming.

Well,
I confiscated his cell.

[beeping]

See what you can find.

[sighs]

So, where's
the new partner?

His transfer's
still pending.

I'm flying solo
until then.

Just like this guy.

Incoming.

(Fusco)
One of New York's Finest
taking on a gang of Templarios.

Hey, Chen,
let me give you a hand.

Mr. Reese?

I've discovered an alarming
self-deleting text

on Mr. Easton's phone,
and I've restored it.

It's Mr. Easton's wife.

(Reese)
I know this is your wife Carla,
and I know you're scared.

What I don't know
is who sent this message.

Whoever it is knew you could
access that investment firm.

He said not to talk
to anyone.

- He said he'd kill her.
- He?

Terry, I can't save Carla
unless you talk to me.

Tell me who he is.

I can't tell you
because I don't know.

[suspenseful music]

I got a call from someone.

It was just a voice,

but he knew
everything about me.

He said
he'd kill Carla.

He sent that text.

An hour later,
a package was delivered

to my door.

A bomb
with instructions.

¶ ¶

And I failed.

[telephone ringing]

It's him.

¶ ¶

Answer it.

[phone ringing]

[clears throat]

Hello?

- Mr. Easton,
you failed your assignment.

And while I appreciate
the effort,

I'm sorry to inform you

that you're never going to see
your wife again.

I hope you understand.

Cleanliness is all.

Mr. Reese...

I'm afraid
I recognize that voice.

Finally, a chance to speak
to the man who handed me

my first defeat.

I hope you understand.
Cleanliness is all.

[beeping]

[electronic fizzling]

Voice analysis was a match.

The last time
we encountered The Voice,

he had coerced
a 911 call operator

into covering up a murder.

That call center operator
had access to a server.

Just like Easton could access
the investment firm.

And in both cases,
The Voice had leverage.

Need I remind you that a child
almost died at his hands.

We need to find Easton's wife
before it's too late.

When was the last time
you heard from Carla?

She never came home
from work last night.

And then the call came.

Mr. Reese? I've managed
to extract location data

from the digital photo
of Carla.

She's being held
in a warehouse

in the meat-packing district.

I'm sending you
the address now.

Is that about Carla?

You know--
you know where she is?

Don't worry,
we'll find her.

Can I come with you?

Please.
- Stay put.

I will bring her
back to you safely.

I promise.

[suspenseful music]

Need you to find
our invisible man, Finch.

I may have an idea
about how to locate The Voice.

Use one enigmatic criminal
to catch another.

Hey, got a location
on a possible hostage.

Could use a little back up.

I'll have a team ready
in two minutes.

Thanks.

Detective Fusco,
thanks for your help

with those Templarios.

They're playing hopscotch
over in holding.

Thought I'd return the favor.

- Case for you.
- My hero.

Amir Siddiq,
delivery cab driver.

He got popped the other day
on possession

of an unregistered weapon.

Since when does homicide
handle unregistered weapons?

Since four hours ago.

Ballistics matched the gun
to a two-year-old murder.

All right, great.
I'll add him to the pile.

Hey, Lionel,
I need your help.

Keep your secrets.

Don't expect me
to be your back up.

I don't need back up.

I need you
to keep an eye on Easton.

I'm not your partner anymore,
so get used to it.

Besides, you got cops
all around here.

Put a uniform on it.

(Lieutenant)
Detective Riley,
ready to go, sir.

If you don't mind,
I got my own case to deal with.

[dramatic music]

[electronic beeping]
[overlapping chatter]

Have a seat, Amir.

I don't understand,
Detective.

I was told I'd be released,
but then they moved me.

I'm sorry, I-I should have
registered the gun.

I'm sorry, too,

'cause your gun
has a body on it.

What?

I-I don't know
anything about that.

Look, getting the gun
was a bad idea,

but I've been robbed before.

Amir, if you want
to get out out here,

you got to tell me
where you got that gun.

Yes, yes, of course.
Whatever you need.

I got it from a gun show
in Cleveland six months ago.

You got any proof of that?

I paid in cash.
I-I got a receipt,

but I threw it away.

I'm sorry.

All right, hang on,
we'll check it out.

Thank you.

[electronic fizzling]

So you want to know
about The Voice?

I suppose
I am in your debt.

You and John are the reason
I'm still alive.

I've had a few run-ins
with his operations

over the years.
The man's a ghost.

Even ghosts
have a trail.

I may know of someone
who's been contracted

by The Voice
in the past,

but it'll come
at a price.

I'm afraid we're not
in a position to pay you.

I don't want money.

I want to go with you.

The man you're seeking
associates

with known criminals
and killers.

Trust me, you could use
a hand on this one.

The moment you surface outside,
you are a marked man.

And I've already lost
my two friends.

I can not afford
to lose another.

[suspenseful music]

[electronic fizzling]

Thanks. This photo was texted
from this warehouse.

The man who took her
may be armed

and is extremely dangerous.

We'll take it
from here, sir.

Mr. Reese,
have you located Easton's wife?

We're about to move in.

If she's in there,
we'll get her back.

[dramatic music]

Let's move!

[phone ringing]

Hello?

- So nice to finally meet you,
Detective Riley.

I believe you were the one
who saved little Aaron

from the bomb
strapped to his back.

Of course, you won't be
so lucky with Carla.

[whimpering]
[static]

I see this time
you've brought the NYPD.

That's okay,
plenty of bombs to go around.

[suspenseful music]

Everyone out now.
It's a trap.

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]

(The Voice)
That's okay.

Plenty of bombs
to go around.

(man)
911.

(woman)
Looks like a bomb
outside my front door!

(man)
And he told me there's a bomb!

(woman)
911.

(woman)
Someone just called in
threatening to blow up--

(woman)
There's a bomb in the building!

(man)
It looked like a pipe bomb!

[overlapping chatter]
[indistinct radio chatter]

(cop)
We got two officers down,
one in critical condition.

Now we got at least
ten calls of reports

of bomb threats in the area.

Bomb squad's stretched thin.

And her?

Your victim wasn't
in the wreckage.

Thanks.

Finch, seems Easton's wife
may still be alive.

If that's true,
then The Voice has made

a deliberate decision
to maintain leverage on Easton,

but to what purpose?

I'm heading back
to the 8th to find out.

Where are you?

I'm tracking one of The Voice's

known associates.

Well, you be careful.

These are dangerous people.

Clearly.
I brought back up.

We're breaking
into a school?

Don't worry, Professor,
you'll fit right in.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

[electronic
overlapping chatter]

[electronic whirring]

¶ ¶

(Root)
I think I found my mark.

Matthew Stone.

What kind of radio engineer
works in the dead of night?

Mm-hmm.

The kind that works
with Samaritan agents.

Which means our rival A.I.
is indeed trying

to expand its bandwidth.

I guess my mission wasn't
to save this number after all.

[gunshots]

What?

Where'd that shot
come from?

Oh.

Well, things
just got interesting.

[electronic fizzling]

[indistinct police
radio chatter]

We ran the ballistics
on your gun

in the federal database.

And guess what?

It was a match
to four other murders

in four different states.

What?
That's not possible.

I-I--that must have been
the gun's previous owner.

I have never used
the gun.

That's strange
because they all happened

in the last six months
when you owned it.

In fact, one of them was
the same night as the gun show.

And your prints
were a partial match

to the ones taken
at the crime scene.

But here's the kicker.

I got a witness composite
that said that the shooter

fled in a town car.

There's a hell of a resemblance,
don't you think?

You're not just some
harmless driver.

I got you, Amir.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

You're not as slow
as you look.

We're done here...
till can get the D.A.

D.A. my ass.

There's gonna be
no deal for you, pal.

I'm gonna lock you up
downstairs till I get a warrant

to check your car for fibers,

and after that,

I'm gonna reserve
your room at Riker's.

[overlapping chatter]

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

[menacing music]

¶ ¶

(Finch)
And here I thought your
teaching days were long gone.

(Elias)
Oh, this hasn't been
a school in two years.

Budget cuts.

But this place
is all but deserted.

All but--

All but for the man
who supplies The Voice

with his ammunition,

and the rats,
of course.

For a school
no longer in session,

it certainly has
high security.

The man on the other side
of this door is careful,

cunning, dangerous.

- So who is he?
- The custodian.

(custodian)
School's closed.
No trespassing.

(Elias)
Open up, Raul.

I never properly thanked you
for providing

the car bomb
that killed my father.

[lock squeaks
and unlatches]

- Hello, Raul.
- Elias.

I thought
you were dead.

I thought about
keeping it that way,

- but where's the fun in that?
- Hmm.

The Voice employs
the use of bombs.

To use bombs,
you need a bomb maker,

and Raul here
is the best of the best.

Isn't he?

I'm sorry, I can not give you
any information.

And whatever you're gonna try
to do to me to get me to talk,

he'll do worse.

[whines]

Oh, come on, Raul.
[gun cocks]

[suspenseful music]

He can't do worse to you
if you're already dead.

Elias...

We are surrounded
by explosives.

Good thing
these hollow point bullets

won't hit anything
except your internal organs.

Messy,
but just for you.

¶ ¶

How many explosives
did you build for The Voice

and where are they located?

[dramatic music]

[overlapping frantic chatter]

All hands on deck
to help the bomb squad.

Captain's orders.

Then why are you
still here?

Just busted open
a multiple homicide case.

Suspect's in lock up
downstairs.

This guy look like
a serial killer to you?

Number of bodies
coming back on him chilling.

¶ ¶

Hey, I had a witness in here.
Terry Easton.

- Have you seen him?
- Uh-uh.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

Come here. Where exactly
do you think you're going?

An officer told me
that I had to leave

the interrogation room.

Did you find my wife?

He's still got her.

That means he's still got you
under his thumb.

What's he making you do?

They were slipped
under the door.

- By whom?
- I don't know.

But I got a text
with instructions.

To do what?

To open the holding cell
where the gang members are

or my wife wasn't gonna
escape the next bomb.

Templarios.
Sit down.

Finch, Easton was supposed to
get arrested.

All to get access
to the holding cell

- in this precinct.
- But why?

The Voice is using Easton
to try to break out

the Templarios.

Who better to orchestrate
a jailbreak than a locksmith?

But how does
The Voice communicate

with Mr. Easton
inside the precinct?

Someone slipped him
a phone.

Then our number
isn't the only one

doing The Voice's biddings.

Someone else
is working for him.

Which means
the Templarios

might have
an early release after all.

Come here.
We better go check holding.

[dramatic music]

We're too late.

[suspenseful music]

The cells are empty,

and now
the Templarios are loose.

Wait, look, those guys
are locking themselves in.

Finch, I don't think
this is a jailbreak.

Mr. Reese, the bombs,

they're specifically located
within the jurisdiction

of the 8th precinct
to draw out all the cops.

(Reese)
How'd you get
that information?

Elias can be
quite persuasive.

The Voice meant
to empty out the precinct

so the Templarios
can get to something...

or someone inside.

[dramatic music]

[generator whines]

Stay close, whatever
the Templarios have planned,

it's begun.

[electronic fizzling]

(Root)
Found our Samaritan op.

Looks like he wants to play
hide and seek in the park.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

(Root)
Come out,
come out wherever you are.

[gunshot]
[grunts]

(Root)
What?

[grunting]

- Root?
- Shaw.

[electronic fizzling]

[panting]

[chuckles]

Sameen...
[laughs]

You're really here.

¶ ¶

[both light sobbing]

She brought you
back to me.

Wha--
what are you doing here?

What does it look like?

I'm taking on Samaritan
one agent at a time.

[laughs softly]

[dramatic music]

I gotta go.
- Wait.

Go where?
Wait.

When did you escape?
- It's complicated, Root.

Then explain it to me.

Please.

I escaped a week ago.

I couldn't come and find you
because it wasn't safe.

Why?

When they had me,
they put me through these tests,

these...simulations.

Simulation?

Over 7,000 of them,

and always with
the same goal.

To turn me
against all of you.

¶ ¶

To kill you.

- Well, obviously they failed.
- No.

They didn't,

because in all the simulations,
that's exactly what I did.

¶ ¶

[electronic fizzling]

(Reese)
Stay close.

If the Templarios
are crazy enough

to take over
a police precinct,

they won't hesitate
to kill anyone

who gets in their way.

Considering the situation,
perhaps you should

call for back up.

It had to be a cop
who let the Templarios out

in the first place.

I'm not involving any more
until we know who we can trust.

(Finch)
Given the number of convicts
you're up against,

I urge you
to reconsider.

(Reese)
The NYPD's overwhelmed
with bomb threats.

Templarios have booby trapped
the precinct doors.

I won't risk losing
any more cops today.

Then what is your plan?

Keep Easton safe
and find out

what the hell
the Templarios want.

I may be able to help you
with that.

I traced the warehouse bomb's
detonation signal

to an apartment building
in Soho.

We're headed there now.

Could belong to The Voice.
Be careful, Finch.

You do the same, John.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

Whoa!

I thought I was the only cop
left in the building.

You and I
need to stick together.

What the hell's going on
around here?

Let's find out.

[man speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

Look like the Templarios
hit the jackpot.

They'll all be armed.

Yeah, they'll be wearing
SWAT vests like this jackass.

[both speaking Spanish]

Let's see
how that works.

[shouting in Spanish]

[gunshots]

[groaning]

Hurts even with the vest,
don't it?

What are your boys after
in the precinct?

I'm not telling you nothing.

That right, tough guy?

You like
coming after cops?

Here's a little something
for the ones

you blew up earlier.

Lionel.

I don't know nothing
about blowing up no cops.

Just got told to take out
some dude named Amir.

Amir?
Amir Siddiq?

That's the multiple homicide
suspect

I got locked up in solitary.

- Who wants him dead?
- Don't know.

I just got paid
to do the job.

No questions.
No witnesses.

Maybe Amir can implicate
someone else in his murders.

What, like a partner?

Somebody hired The Voice
to take him out.

- The Voice?
- I'll explain on the way,

but we need to get to Amir
before the Templarios do.

I got him
down in the basement.

- Oh yeah, I almost forgot.
- [groans]

- You feel better?
- Mucho.

¶ ¶

You stay here.

Keep your head down,
door locked.

I'll be back
once we find Amir.

You gotta be kidding me.

What about my wife?

Don't worry,
we'll find her

along with the guy
who took her.

Here you go, slugger.
Good luck.

[electronic whirring]

[suspenseful music]

(Elias)
Freeze, Harold.

Tripwire. Place like this
is likely full of them.

Good to know.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

Such precautions would suggest
that we have found

The Voice's
base of operation.

(Elias)
Then there may still
lie dangers ahead.

Which reminds me,
thank you...

for your assistance today.

Not at all, Harold.

I'm the one
who owes you and John...

a debt I fully intend
to repay.

[sighs]
I should have known.

The bomb's detonation signal
came from here,

but it was a relay.

It originated
at another location.

- You know where?
- Take time to find out.

Something I fear Mr. Reese
is in short supply of.

Well,
what do we have here?

Oh, Harold?

[electronic whirring]

[saw grinding]

(man)
Open up, Amir.

¶ ¶

That's Amir's cell.

Come on, it's okay.
It's just Chen.

¶ ¶

[metal clanking]

[high-pitched ringing]
[man screams]

Wait.

[suspenseful music]

(Reese)
This the guy?

Someone's gone through a lot of
trouble to kill you. Why?

Does it have to do
with those people you murdered?

Not murders, Detective,
hits...

for my former employer.

- Your employer?
- The Voice?

¶ ¶

My targets were all people
who previously worked for him.

He likes to tie up
loose ends.

Which I realized
I was gonna be too.

So I did some digging.
How he hires everyone.

Three different shell companies,
same P.O. Box,

but I followed
the courier...

who took me
to my true employer.

You know
his identity?

Figured I might
need it someday...

and here we are.

And he knew you'd flip on him
as soon as you got arrested.

So then,
he uses the Templarios

to get to you
in the precinct.

You get me out of here
with a deal in writing,

and I'll tell you
who he is.

[suspenseful music]

¶ ¶

Take him up
to the bullpen.

Bomb squad should have
things in hand by now,

so go ahead
and call for back up.

I'll go get Easton,
meet you up there.

Let's move.

¶ ¶

Stop.

All clear, move.

¶ ¶

Sit down.

¶ ¶

This guy's
a stone killer.

No one opens this door,
got it?

Mm-hmm.

¶ ¶

This is Detective
Lionel Fusco calling

from inside the 8th precinct.
We need immediate back up.

We've got multiple combatants
in the building.

[clicks]

[gunshot]
[Chen screams]

What the hell
are you doing?

The Voice had someone
other than Easton

release the Templarios.

Someone on the inside.
Isn't that right, Chen?

[panting]
I didn't have a choice.

He threatened my family.

[man yells in Spanish]
The Templarios. They're coming.

Get down.

- How many guys they got?
- More than we've got bullets.

Take cover.

[dramatic music]

[gunshots]

Should have put in
for a transfer.

Sorry, partner.

This is a hell of a way
to go out.

[shouting in Spanish]

[gunshot]

On me.
One, two...

three.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

[electronic fizzling]

Sameen, please,
you have to believe me.

This isn't a simulation.
This is real.

You're safe now.
Let's get back to the subway.

No.

[dramatic music]

We can't.

- Shaw--
- The simplest way

to break someone is to
rob them of their reality,

and they did that well.

And maybe you're right,
maybe I am safe...

but as long as I'm alive...

You'll never be safe.

What do you mean?

I could turn on you
at any moment,

and even if I don't, I could
lead them to the Machine.

That'll never happen.

I don't know if
I'm calling the shots anymore...

And neither do you.

7,000 simulations.

I killed a lot of people,

but the one person
that I couldn't kill...

Was you.

So I killed myself.

Over and over again.

[dramatic music]

And I'd rather do that
here and now

than to risk your life.

Okay, Shaw.

What the hell
are you doing?

We'll play it
your way here.

You can't live with me...

I can't live without you.

So if you die,
I die too.

Put that down.

I really don't know
what's gonna happen

when we pull the trigger.

Never been much
of a believer, but hey...

You never know.

¶ ¶

Guess we're about
to find out, aren't we?

Damn it, Root.

[electronic whirring]

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

Easton, stay down.

¶ ¶

I'm out.

¶ ¶

Thanks.

¶ ¶

(Elias)
All this time,
you were looking for The Voice,

and he was trying
to track you, Harold.

Thought we had him
in our sights once.

I threatened
to electrocute him

till I realized
it was just a hired gun.

More smoke and mirrors.

And what will you do
if you find

the real man
behind the curtain?

- Oh, that's odd.
- What?

A large transaction
initiated from this node.

Payment deposited
into the account of an actress

who looks an awful lot
like Mrs. Easton.

Her abduction
is a total fabrication.

- A ruse.
- But why?

Easton gets arrested only to lie
about his wife's abduction?

Sending the police
all over the city.

So that he can go after
someone inside.

- The precinct.
- Oh, no.

Harold, perhaps
a more pertinent question is--

(Finch)
Who the hell
is Terry Easton?

[jingling]

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

[gunfire]

You.

Did you really think
you could betray me

and live to tell about it?

[gunfire]

How?

Cleanliness is all.

¶ ¶

- I'm out.
- That makes two of us.

Got to get
to one of their weapons.

Mr. Reese, I finally
tracked down the source

of the detonation signal.

It's coming
from inside the precinct.

Easton's wife isn't real
and he's not a victim.

He's the perpetrator.
It's him.

[gun cocks]
Sorry, Detective.

¶ ¶

It was a pleasure
doing business with you.

No!
[gunshot]

Lionel!

Look out,
there's another Templario.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

You okay?

Yeah, Just grazed me,
that son of a bitch.

I still got
a guy in the room.

Finch,
Fusco's been shot.

And Easton,
or whoever the hell he is,

he got away.

[sentimental music]

¶ ¶

[sirens wailing]

¶ ¶

[electronic overlapping voices]

[electronic fizzling]

[phone ringing]

(Finch)
Hi, you're probably wondering
how I traced your call.

I followed
the detonation signal

to your base of operations.

Your encryption
is impressive,

along with that app
on your phone

that modulates
your voice,

but what's really ingenious

is the call
you made to yourself

in the precinct.

A recording
that allowed you

to assume the role
of a victim.

Even your getaway car,

registered under
another alias

in a spot perfectly removed
from street cameras.

A precaution
at every turn.

Evidently
not cautious enough.

[gun cocks]

No, you've wreaked
enough havoc.

Blackmail, extortion,
abduction, murder.

You can't be permitted
to continue.

Turn yourself in.

I've already done that
once today.

[gun clicks]
I wouldn't cross Harold.

Elias...

I'm not surprised you're alive,

but I must say I never thought
you'd run with someone like him.

Harold's a friend,

one of the few
I have left.

(The Voice/Easton)
A truce then.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

Careful...

compassion and loyalty

make people weak,

easy to exploit.

Well, that's
some stinking thinking

and why you're gonna lose.

Not today.

¶ ¶

Be seeing you.

¶ ¶

[tires squeal]

I think that's far enough,
don't you?

¶ ¶

[explosion]

[tires screech]

Come on, Harold,
you brought me for a reason.

You must have know
I'd do something like this.

[flames crackling]

[electronic fizzling]

["Fake Empire"
by The National]

¶ ¶

How's your arm?

[sighs]

Gonna take more than a bullet
to keep me down.

It's time
we had a talk, Lionel.

¶ Picking apples,
making pies ¶

So what are we doing here?

You're not gonna
propose to me, are you?

Give me your phone.

Why?

What the hell'd
you do that for?

You never know
who might be listening.

It wasn't even
turned on.

¶ ¶

What's going on?

Those questions
you've been asking?

You deserve answers.

(Finch)
Mr. Reese, are you certain
that disclosing the truth

to Detective Fusco
is a wise choice?

These days,
even the precinct's not safe.

So maybe the best
we can do is...

trust each other.

¶ We're half awake
in a fake empire ¶

Very well,

but there's an urgent matter now
that requires your attendance

after you're finished.

¶ ¶

There's a system listening
through every microphone,

watching
through every camera.

¶ ¶

[electronic fizzling]

¶ ¶

¶ Turn the light out
say good-night ¶

¶ No thinking
for a little while ¶

¶ Let's not try
to figure out ¶

¶ Everything at once ¶

¶ It's hard
to keep track of you ¶

¶ Falling through the sky ¶

¶ We're half awake
in a fake empire ¶

¶ We're half awake
in a fake empire ¶

¶ ¶