All language subtitles for Person of Interest - 1x18 - Identity Crisis

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

I know because I built it.

I designed the machine to detect
acts of terror, but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

People like you.

Crimes the government
considered irrelevant.

They wouldn't act, so I decided I would.

But I needed a partner.

Someone with the skills to intervene.

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.

Good morning, Mr. Reese.
- If you say so.

- Any croquillants in there?
- If that's a donut, then yes.

So, what do we got?

Not much, unfortunately.
The machine kicked out a number...

...that has one of the smallest
digital footprints I've ever seen.

No photos?

Not everyone in New York
has a driver's license, Mr. Reese.

First three digits of the social suggest
that Jordan Hester was born in Georgia.

I'm supposed to recognize him
by his accent?

Or her. I can't even verify the gender.

Hester's living off the grid.

No photos online and
nothing on the social networking sites.

Never understood why people
put all their information on those sites.

Used to make our job
a lot easier in the CIA.

Of course. That's why I created them.

You're telling me you invented
online social networking, Finch?

The machine needed more information.

People's social graph, their associations.

Government had been trying
to figure it out for years.

Turns out people were happy
to volunteer it.

Business wound up being
quite profitable too.

Unfortunately, Jordan Hester seems
to be more cautious than most.

But I was able to run a credit check.

According to this,
Hester's got two of everything.

Two bank accounts,
two apartments, two phone bills.

If I had to guess,
which you know I hate doing...

...I'd say we're looking at a person
leading a double life.

Can't cover them both.

Time for you to get some fresh air.

I'll call Carter, see if our guy or girl
has a criminal record.

Is that a good idea?

Detective Carter's not exactly
your number one fan right now.

Lo and behold, Detective Carter
at an actual homicide investigation.

Tired of chasing around
your mystery man?

- What do we got?
- Ah, African-American male.

Seventeen years old, DOA.

Thanks to this genius over here.

They got into an argument over a girl.

Murderer!

But this is open and closed.
The kid already confessed.

Did he say why he did it?

He said, and I quote,
"What was I supposed to do?"

- And then he said it was our fault.
- Yeah? How does that follow?

Said we weren't here to stop him.

- One second.
- Sure.

There was nothing I could do.

I'm at the apartment in the Village.

- Are you at the one in Brooklyn?
- Yep.

- Any sign of Hester at your location?
- It'd help if I knew what I was looking for.

Hello. Thank you. Thank you so much.

Last one in pays for lunch.

I'm in the mood for Indian.

- Any response from Detective Carter?
- Still not answering my calls.

Maybe you should try her.

Carter's issue isn't with you, Mr. Reese.

It's with your methods.

Our methods.

Not to mention that you gave up
a witness under her protection...

...and nearly got a cop killed
in the process.

- Nobody's perfect, Finch.
- This is very Bohemian.

Maybe Hester's an artist or a writer.

No photos, though.
What are you seeing?

Well, it's very Spartan.

Just a desk, mattress,
some free weights, not much else.

- Maybe it's Hester's office.
- In a different apartment building?

Found a money roll marked with
Hester's initials. Mostly small bills.

Just going through his garbage.
I got some receipts.

"The Hammer 'n' Nail."

That pub is just around the corner
from here.

Receipt shows an employee discount.

Money could be from a tip pool.
I'm gonna check it out.

If he lives and works in Brooklyn,
what's this place for?

- What can I get you?
- Whatever's on tap.

Hester! What's taking you so long?

They were under a bunch of other boxes.

Finch, I got eyes on Hester.
He's working as a bar back.

Bar back? How can he afford to keep up
the rent on both places?

Thanks for all the help.
It's much heavier than I thought.

Yeah. Well...

- Much warmer than yesterday.
- I know, I know.

Okay. So, anything else I can do,
Ms. Hester?

No. And for the last time, Ray,
please call me Jordan.

Mr. Reese, you may have
eyes on Hester, but I have ears on her.

- What?
- Jordan Hester.

She's here in her apartment.

This isn't one person living a double life.

It's two people living one.

- Welcome back.
- I suppose I should thank you...

...for making them
evacuate the building.

Thank the automatic sprinkler system.

So we still have no idea
who Jordan Hester is.

Well, at least we narrowed it down.

Two people, one Social Security number.

Only one can be Hester,
so someone is an impostor.

Good luck telling who's who.

Well, we'd better decide quickly.

Usually when the machine
gives us a number...

...we have only 24 to 48 hours
before something happens.

Shouldn't we be able to track down
a birth certificate?

Long-form birth certificates
are hard to get.

Most medical records over 20 years old
aren't digitized anywhere.

We're not dealing with a typical
identity thief, are we?

Normally they would steal your money
and go on a shopping spree.

- This one's stealing a whole life.
- Get anything from the woman's laptop?

E-mails and contact lists.

Nothing that indicates
she's not the real Jordan Hester.

I blue-jacked our guy's phone,
went through his recent calls.

- He rented a van last week.
- Maybe he'll finally buy some furniture.

We'll need to keep eyes on both of them
until we figure this out.

We're still gonna need an extra hand.

Will the real Jordan Hester
please stand up?

Hello, Lionel.

Nice job handing Moretti over to Elias.

I had no choice.

You got HR buzzing. Don't worry, though.
I'm close to finding the major players.

I didn't ask you here to talk about HR.
I've got an assignment for you.

I need you to dig up everything you can
on Jordan Hester.

You got me undercover for HR...

...now you want me above the board too?
Make up your mind.

I didn't realize it was my job
to make yours easier, Lionel.

Good cop, bad cop,
it's my life we're playing with.

It's not your life I'm focused on
right now, is it?

Someone needs our help.

- Which one?
- Exactly.

I'll see what I can do.

Hey, Finch, what's your Hester up to?

Six hours and all she's done is run errands.

- Probably go to the post office next.
- My Hester's still at work.

We're dealing with the two
most ordinary people on the planet.

One of them is not what they seem.

I did more digging on that
credit report, found something interesting.

A luxury co-op ordered a credit check
six months ago. Might be worth a look.

You're not telling me
there's a third Jordan Hester?

I don't think so. One of our Hesters
rented a large apartment there.

But the man at the front desk
says he's never met him. Or her.

My Hester's still
in the middle of his shift.

I'll check it out.

We pull a double homicide?

I'm doing a favor
for a friend over in Vice.

- You ever work an identity-theft case?
- Every arrest I ever made.

They always say I got the wrong guy.

Must be nice,
helping out people who are still alive.

Everything okay?

Detective Carter.
I'm Special Agent Donnelly.

We worked together
on the Delancey shooting last month.

Right, of course.
What brings you back to the 8th?

You, actually.

What's this about?

You sent a set of fingerprints
through AFIS a few months back.

I work Homicide. That tends to happen.

Yeah, well, these got our attention.

In your reports, you refer to him as
"the Man in the Suit."

This may be the same man
who assaulted my team...

...and kidnapped a suspect
in our custody.

The way I remember,
the suspect was later cleared of all charges.

That's beside the point. Our agents
believe this man may be connected...

...to dozens of unsolved homicides
and assaults over the years.

Many of them here in New York
in the last six months.

A series of bank robberies
involving ex-military...

...the killing of a Stasi operative...

...shootings of drug dealers,
gangsters, even police officers.

Now, you speculated, based on your
initial interview with this man...

...that he was former military,
maybe special forces.

- It's all in my report.
- No. No, it's not.

Not by a long shot.

When can you spare me an hour,
detective?

I've got something to show you.

- Can I give you a hand with that?
- Oh, thank you.

I'm taking a look
at this third apartment, Finch.

Look for anything that points
to which Hester it belongs to.

We're running out of time. We need to
find out where the threat's coming from.

Don't know which Hester it belongs to...

...but I got an idea
what they're mixed up in.

I'm standing in the middle of
an MDMA lab.

Ecstasy? Are you sure?

Well, it's either that
or someone's really into chemistry.

Found a guy who can tell us
what's going on.

But he's not really
in a talking mood right now.

I'll have more company soon.
Goodbye.

At least we know why
our ID thief stole Hester's name.

MDMA can be made with legal chemicals,
but they're monitored.

Buy in bulk, you draw attention.

- But if you use someone's name...
- They wind up holding the bag.

Looks like your Hester's
not the only one who's employed.

Jordan's e-mails indicate
that she works in antiques.

Maybe as a buyer or a dealer.

Jordan?
Are you on a first-name basis already?

No, I'm just tired of using pronouns.

Hey, Finch, our ecstasy cook just woke up.

What happened?

Ugh. Some guy broke in,
got the drop on me.

Well, he didn't take anything.

We got a bigger problem now.
The boss wants to meet.

What? Four years,
we've never even seen the boss.

- Why are we meeting now?
- I don't know. This can't be good.

Come on, meeting's in an hour.

Hester's name is on the lease
for that co-op.

Odds are either your Hester or mine
is the boss. We need to stay close.

Oh, dear. I think I just lost her.

Ah.

Sometimes I wonder if he'd
be published today.

I'd be first in line.

But, then, meandering exposition
is kind of my thing.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude.

Oh, no, that's...

- I'm Harold.
- Jordan.

Excuse me a moment.

- Why are you calling me?
- Why are you talking to her?

I haven't your gift for avoiding people.

Besides, she seems nice
and has excellent taste in literature.

Or she knows you're tailing her.

- She circled back for a closer look.
- I'm taking off. See you tomorrow.

Hester's on the move.
He could be meeting up with the cooks.

I've lost her again.

What did that drug cook look like?

Big, kind of terrifying?

Not even close.

If we've mistaken her for a drug dealer,
isn't it possible someone else has too?

Anything's possible, Finch.
Did you bring a weapon?

I told you, Mr. Reese.
I don't like weapons.

You'd better be prepared to talk them
to death and you'd better do it fast.

I think I know
which of them is the imposter.

Which means your Hester is in trouble.

Jordan, you forgot your jacket.

You're in danger. Come with me.

- Who were those guys?
- Don't look back. Just keep walking.

- So you're the boss?
- Yeah, that's right.

Don't take this the wrong way,
but why are we meeting in person?

Someone's on to us.
We finish this batch and relocate.

- We're low on safrole.
- I got it covered.

Looks like we know who's who.

My guy's the drug dealer.

And your drug dealer has placed
the real Jordan Hester in danger.

All right, come on. Hurry up. Let's go.

- Hello, Lionel.
- Your guy might be cooking ecstasy.

- Is that so?
- He got arrested six months ago...

...when one of his distributors
got popped.

Narcotics found evidence
he bought chemicals.

The distributor couldn't pick him
out of a lineup. They cut Hester loose.

All the distributor knew was a name.
He'd never met the boss.

So if that's it, maybe I could just go back
to doing my job for you.

Not just yet.

Hester, or whatever his name is,
is serious about protecting his identity.

Maybe serious enough to kill.

- Go after the girl?
- That's what I need to know.

Which means you need to find out
how he stole her identity.

- Who were those guys?
- They may be in the drug trade...

...and they think you are too.

Thanks.

That's who stole my identity,
a drug dealer?

So you know about the ID theft?

I've known for a few weeks.
I think it's been going on for months.

I called my credit card company, my bank.
They told me to call the police.

The cops just kept telling me
to fill out more reports and call the bank.

White-collar crime is at the bottom
of every police department's to-do list.

- I take it you're not a cop.
- Not quite.

- Private investigator?
- It's very Raymond Chandler, isn't it?

But the reality is a bit more mundane,
I'm afraid.

Mostly following people around
and taking pictures.

- Why were you following me?
- I've been hired by another victim.

The police didn't do anything
for him either.

- So, what do I do now?
- Right now?

Breathe deep, have a cup of tea.

I have someone keeping an eye
on the man that stole your identity.

Soon as we have enough proof
to arrest him, we'll get the police involved.

- You Franklin?
- You must be Fusco.

Detective Dez Franklin,
ID Theft Squad.

- How can I help?
- Jordan Hester. She's our vic.

A man stealing a woman's identity?
That's a new one.

Been going on for about a year now.

Not a shopping spree at Best Buy.

He's using her ID
as a cover for criminal activity, right?

We think he's cooking E.

- Seriously?
- Why do you find that so strange?

This case last year,
suspect claimed he was innocent.

- Said somebody stole his identity.
- No one believed him?

My unit catches upwards of a hundred
new complaints every day.

Can't bring us in every time...

...somebody says he didn't do it.
- What charge?

Manufacture with intent, making Ecstasy.

Kyle Morrison.
Pretty sure he's still locked up.

That's my cue.

I'm Detective Franklin.
I'd like to talk about credit card thefts.

We already know about the scanner
you keep under your apron...

N.Y.P.D. Homicide.
- It's Detective Fusco.

I'm looking for Kyle Morrison.
Can you tell me where he's held?

Let me see that.

Hope you're enjoying your tea, Finch.

I'm gonna take a closer look
at Hester's van.

Aah.

Guy takes his computer
with him everywhere.

He's even more careful
than you are, Finch.

I might need a little help cracking his...

Never mind.
Laptop's not password-protected.

Guess he's not as careful
as I thought, Finch.

Okay, not seeing any secret accounts
full of drug profits...

...or messages about business.

To give you
more leverage and control recoil.

Since when do seasoned drug dealers
need how-to tips from the Internet?

Oh, I missed a client meeting.

What do you do for a living?

Technically, I'm a freelance buyer,
but no one really knows what that means.

- Buyer of what?
- Antiques. I love old stuff.

- Like books?
- Especially books.

I can't afford to buy the stuff I like.

So people hire me
and I buy old stuff for them.

Kind of like an interior decorator
with cobwebs.

- Sounds like fun.
- Well...

...it's an embarrassing use
of an Arts degree, but it's my dream.

Someday I'd love to own my own shop.

That is if this whole ID thing hasn't
permanently ruined my credit.

Or I don't wind up dead.

Any idea when I can go home?

It's too dangerous right now. What if
these guys figured out where you live?

- We should get you a hotel room.
- Can I at least pack a bag?

- I'm not sure that's wise.
- Even if you came with me?

So this is our entire next shipment?

Where'd you get this stuff?
Smells a little different.

That's because it's even more pure.

Now let's start the cook.

This batch will be ready in, what,
24 hours or so?

If my nana was cooking it.

You're Homicide?
You guys think I killed someone too?

That's not why I'm here.

What, so you just want to rub it in?

- Well, congratulations, you got me.
- I thought you didn't do it.

I'm not a drug dealer. I've been saying
that for a year. Nobody's believed me.

Once a suspect, always a suspect.
Isn't that the official N.Y.P.D. Motto?

When did you know your identity
was first stolen?

Cops knocked down my door,
put a gun to my head.

And that was, what, a year ago?

The more I talked to you guys,
the more you twisted my words.

So, you know, maybe today
I'm not in the mood.

We think what happened to you
may have happened to someone else.

Sit down.

Look, I know you got no reason
to trust me.

I know exactly how you feel.
Everyone's got you wrong.

Everyone thinks you're something
you're not. No way to change their mind.

You help me catch this guy and
I'll see about getting you out of here.

- You believe me?
- Until you give me a reason not to.

When it... When it started,
it was just the money.

I'd call the bank, they'd close the account,
but then another one would pop up.

Before long my credit was shot,
my savings were gone.

Couldn't pay my mortgage,
I couldn't support my family.

And then the cops came rolling up.

- You got kids?
- My boy's 9.

Missed my daughter's second birthday
last month.

Her mother doesn't want anything
to do with me anymore.

Look, you help me catch this guy...

...and I'll do my best to get you home
to see your little girl. I give you my word.

Something's not right here.

Damn it. We're out of time.
The cops are on their way now.

What? How?

Who cares?
We gotta get this merch out of here fast.

- What about the cook?
- Forget it. Lab's burned.

Wipe everything down for prints.
I'm gonna pack this stuff up.

It's okay.

- Okay.
- Why are there towels everywhere?

Yeah, sprinkler system went off yesterday.
Some idiot pulled the alarm.

How odd. I've arranged a hotel room
for you, if you want to collect your things.

Uh, in a minute.

We really shouldn't linger.

I know, but after the day I've had, I could
use something a little stronger than tea.

Here's the victim's accounts.
You recognize any of these charges?

Hardware stores. There were a lot
of those on my accounts too.

Bulk purchase of chemicals. That's what
the cops used as evidence against me.

- Supplies for the labs.
- I guess.

Recognize anything else?

Okay, these are the bank statements.

- Recognize anything here?
- Wait.

Why do you have a picture of her?

- That's Jordan Hester. She's the victim.
- No, no, no, that's Mary.

She was the receptionist
at my accountant's office.

Mary?

Excuse me a minute.

When you're done, get the hell out.
I'll be in touch when I find a new lab.

Get one with skylights like the last one.

It's better ventilation
for when we heat the phosphorus.

Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.

Let's move.

Phosphorus is used to make meth, boss.

And the last place didn't
have any skylights.

Who the hell are you?

I think we may have
gotten this backwards.

My Hester's not the identity thief,
which means yours is.

I know.

Something wrong, Harold?

I don't know who you are,
but you're not the boss.

Don't be an idiot. Put the gun down.

Boss, boss, the cops are outside.
Everybody grab what they can.

That guy knocked me out.

We don't have time for this.
I know you're the real Jordan Hester.

Then you know I'm not going anywhere.

I don't think I feel very well.

In fact I'm certain of it.

I feel quite discombobu...

It'll pass, Harold.

Don't worry,
pretty soon you'll feel much better.

Tell me who you are.

Who I am doesn't matter right now.
What matters is I know who you are.

Who am I, then?
Stay back. I will shoot you.

How? The safety's still on.

No offense, but I'm surprised you fooled
these guys as long as you did.

Is that really how you think
a drug dealer dresses?

I know you're the real Jordan Hester.

I know your life was stolen. Here.

I even know who stole it.
Do the other one.

- Well, who stole it?
- First things first.

What exactly was your plan?

You were accused of being a drug dealer.

- So then you decided to become one?
- Well, no one would believe me.

And I was always a bit of an introvert,
you know? A private person.

Yeah, I know the type.

Never thought that I would be punished
for it. My old boss, the police.

People hear you're a drug dealer,
they stop listening to you.

When have you ever hit bottom?

I never realized how far down I could go.

After a while I figured,
if people keep thinking I'm this bad guy...

...why do I keep trying
to convince them that I'm not?

Someone stole your identity,
so you decided to steal theirs.

Well, yeah, but only long enough
to destroy this lab.

That's nitric acid, not safrole.

It'll melt all this into mush,
destroy this equipment.

Then I was gonna take the rest
of the supply...

...about a half a million dollars' worth...

...to lure that bastard out into the open.
- And then what, kill him?

I don't want to kill anybody.
I just want my identity back.

Okay. It's a terrible plan.

But I like it, so let's do it.

Oh. First thing you need to know,
the bastard isn't a he, she's a she.

Finch, are you there?

- I most certainly am.
- You need to get out of there.

He wasn't planning to kill her.
She must still be planning to kill him.

- Why, I never.
- Harold?

You all right?

I believe you've drugged me.

Ecstasy. I told you you'd feel better.

My dopamine
and norepinephrine levels are:

But if I understand this process,
I can counter the eff...

Oh, wow.

Well, hello there.

Well, it was either this or shoot you.

I find chemistry so much more efficient.

Finch, I've got this end under control.

We're preparing a surprise
for our mutual friend.

Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens,
published 1864-65.

The plot turns on a case
of concealed identity!

How ironic.

Hey, do you have a copy?

- What?
- What?

Finch, are you all right?

Never been all righter,
but I might have been outfoxed.

Finch outfoxed.

Finch, what's going on?

Wow, wow.

- What the hell are you doing? Fin...
- Wow.

Finch?

Hey, hey, hey,
that is my very good friend.

Who was it?

Who is he? Where is he?

Nowhere that matters.

And not in the lab.

Oh, no.

Josef, it's me. You need to get to the lab.

No, now.
We've got bigger problems than I thought.

I'm taking care of things here.
I'll meet you there.

I like your face sideways.

I'm sorry, Harold.

Mm.

Fast as you can, Fusco,
85112th Street, the Village.

- Finch is in trouble.
- All right, I'm on it.

You've got security clearance from your
time in the Army. I can show you this.

FBI doesn't run classified ops unless
there's issues of national security.

Used to be the CIA
worked closely with us.

Then they stopped.
Extreme action became the norm.

Kidnappings, renditions, assassinations.

Worse, we think they did some
of these things right here in the U.S.

And to run these ops they needed
dangerous, often sociopathic men.

Like the one you've been chasing.

But at some point,
we think this man left the agency.

Initially the pattern was chaotic,
but now a trend has emerged.

We think we know
what he's doing here in New York.

And what is that?

We think he's selling his services
to the highest bidder.

We've seen it before.

Mexican Special Forces
taking over the drug trade in Juarez.

Ex-British SAS
selling blood diamonds in Liberia.

Men like that,
when they're done fighting...

...there's no place for them in society.
Which makes them very dangerous.

We believe he's been working
with organized crime.

- Specifically a man named Elias.
- You think he's working for Elias?

A contact in the Russian mob told us
he took out a team they sent to kill Elias.

Now, the CIA is already trying
to clean up this mess.

We know that you've been contacted
by this man, Agent Snow.

We believe that
he's the man the agency uses...

...to sweep these domestic ops
under the rug.

Tell me.

What's the Bureau's interest in this?
What's your interest?

You wanna put one over on the CIA?

Yes, I wanna expose the CIA
for what it's become...

...but mainly I wanna catch him.

We can't have rogue government hit men
operating on domestic soil.

Obviously you feel the same. That's why
you've been so vigilant in pursuing him.

- Well, without much luck.
- So far.

But you've been working alone.
Now you'll have the Bureau's support.

We're going back to all the old cases.
Reinterviewing witnesses.

Looking at physical evidence.

So beyond your report, is there
anything else you can share with us?

Nothing comes to mind.

But I'll keep you informed.

Rest assured, detective, we'll find him.

- You alone?
- What?

Hello, detective. Just in time for dinner.

Have a seat. Almost ready.

Fast food.

Very bad.

What is that?
- She made it for me.

It's some kind of flambé.
Wait, wait, wait, it's not quite ready.

Come on, let's get you out of here.

This way, this way.

I got him.
- Good. Thanks, Lionel.

I'll call you soon as we're clear.
Let's go.

Move. Drop the bags. Drop the bags.

Hello, Mr. Hester.

Did you think you could
take over my operation?

- Well, you're here, aren't you?
- Touché.

I'm thinking of keeping
your name a little longer.

After all, I'm a better Jordan Hester
than you've ever been.

Get rid of them.

More than enough chemicals in here
to deal with the bodies.

Wait, wait, wait, I got something
important to show you.

Yeah, yeah, what's that?
- Hydrochloric acid.

You don't want me to drop this.

- You're lying.
- Yeah?

Ah!

Relax, it's just water.

Time to finish this, don't you think?

Hey, knock it off.

- Where are we going?
- I'm gonna take down some bad guys.

You're gonna stay in the car.

Here.

What am I supposed to do with this?

I found what connects the two Hesters.
A discount tax prep chain.

Same accountant.
You're gonna help me track him down.

You know how to work this?

Ah. Oh.

You wanna hack the Pentagon?

We had to meet here?

Relax, Richard.

Dinners with clients are a write-off.
You should know that.

I can't keep doing this, Mary.
I could lose my job.

Okay, you give me what I want or you're
gonna lose a lot more than your job.

Now, who do I get to be next?

- You said a woman this time, right?
- Well, men tend to hold a grudge.

Try this one instead.

Your name's not Mary either.

It's Tara.

You can run along.

Nice mug shot.

Impressive rap sheet too.

Arrests for shoplifting, forging checks,
insurance fraud.

Torched your own name
by the time you were 23.

What now?

You gonna kill me?

For a while
I thought I might have it in me.

But then I was just playing you, wasn't I?

For the record,
you make a terrible Jordan Hester.

There she is.

Tara Verlander.

Oh.

You're under arrest.

We'll get to the charges later.
Gonna take some time to sort this out.

Stand up.

Thank you.

For giving me my life back.

You're welcome.

How did you track down
her old mug shot?

Police work. Even I do it on occasion.

- I'm surprised you didn't want the collar.
- Too high-profile.

Plus I think HR's taking a cut
of her operation.

Which do you like better?
Good cop or bad cop?

You tell me.

Am I under with HR
or am I working cases with you?

I'll let you know.

On the gate.

Releasing prisoner.

- You're a free man.
- Thank you.

Go home to that little girl.

Whoa. Why didn't you tell me
I had so many books?

It'll be out of your system in a few hours.

But you should really drink this
so you don't get dehydrated.

You're leaving?

No, I'll stick around.
I'll keep an eye on you.

But you should really get some sleep.

You don't want to talk?

You might regret it in the morning.

You're a very private person, remember?

Come on. Ask me anything.

Good night, Harold.

Good night, Nathan.