All language subtitles for Vigilados, Person of Interest - 3x09 - La cruzada

You 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.

We know about Quinn
and what he did to Cal.

Then you know why
he can't get away with it.

Where are we taking him?

Fed building downtown.

The FBI may be the only ones
we can trust.

The judge has been asking
to see you.

Do we have a problem,
Your Honor?

Do you consider a felony
murder charge a problem?

Because if that bitch cop
and her gun-wielding cohort

get Alonzo Quinn into federal custody,
that's what we'll all be facing.

No one is going to be charged.

We have checkpoints
on all the roads.

They'll never make it downtown.

Carter said she had evidence
on HR,

pictures, recordings.

She has me on tape
working with you people.

We have a team
tossing her place.

No one is going to kill her
until we get that evidence.

We need to come up with a story.

Do you have a firearm
in the house?

In that far drawer.

Fine, what's the story?

Robbers broke into your home,
they looted the place...

...and shot you.

Old man would have talked.

He's got state's evidence
written all over him. Get rid of this.

Bring me Officer Carter
and Alonzo Quinn alive.

And if Quinn gets
so much as a hangnail,

I will come after you.
Do you understand?

What about our pal in the suit?

I should have ended him
a long time ago.

Tell our friends, shoot to kill.

- Shadow.
- Victor.

- Bravo.
- Time.

- November.
- Whiskey.

- Flight.
- Uniform.

- X-ray.
- Close.

- Delta.
- Foxtrot.

You know what happens
if you try anything?

I believe
I can fill in the blanks.

We're not stopping until we get you
to the fed building downtown.

So don't die on us, you hear?

You keep forgetting,
this is my city.

There's just two of you.

We won't be outmatched for long.

Finch is sending the cavalry.

Wouldn't kill you to clean up
once in a while.

Why?
I got you as a maid.

Yeah?
Well, the maid's got to go to work.

Mrs. Olson is going to drop in
and make sure you're okay.

Nice necklace, Dad.

It's a key, smart guy.

Friend of mine's
got some information

on some very bad guys,
and I'm keeping it safe.

Sure that's a good idea,
trusting you with it?

Turns out your old man's
a pretty tough guy.

The bad guys,
they don't want no part of this.

So you mind your own business
and get some shut-eye?

Good night, buddy.

What kind of cop doesn't use
a vertical dead bolt?

What the hell?
Where'd you come from?

It doesn't matter.

It's where we're going
that's important.

Grab your gun, Lionel.

Let me guess,
Mr. Congeniality's in trouble.

You could say that.

Reese and Carter
nabbed the head of HR.

They need a little help

escorting him into FBI custody.

You ready?

I don't care who you are,
you break in my house again,

- you're going to be sorry.
- I'm already sorry.

I'm gonna have to listen to your whiny ass
all the way to Queens.

Me? You know the dog's the only
one that likes you, right?

Attention, all passengers.

Please report
any bags left unattended.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

You get us into Manhattan, I'll take
Quinn to the fed building alone.

What is it about you, Joss,

makes you want to do everything
on your own?

What is it about you, John,

that makes you want to save
everybody else's life but your own?

- Mr. Reese?
- Excuse me.

I have some very bad news.

I'm guessing this is
about a number.

Several, actually.

It took me a while to realize
that they were all prior aliases

for one person.

You, Mr. Reese.

Something wrong?

No more than usual.

Check your phone.

HR has put a bounty
on your head,

and they're distributing
this picture.

My old chess partner
called to inform me

his men will sit this one out.

That's nice of Elias.

Yes, but unfortunately,
they're the only ones.

It appears that every criminal
in New York is trying to kill you.

Don't suppose they're
just trying to be friendly?

That's a nice suit.
Maybe we'll bury you in it.

Too bad.
I just had it cleaned.

Unh!

Something funny?

Subway, thugs.

Kind of reminds me
of the first time we met.

Got to transfer to the R train.

It'll drop us a couple blocks
from Federal Plaza.

May I have your attention, please?

Due to an incident at
the Lexington Avenue station,

all train service has been
suspended to Manhattan.

Guessing that's not
just bad luck.

Our friends in blue
aren't making it easy for us.

- Keep moving.
- Or what?

You'll shoot me?

That's exactly what I'll do.

I'm giving you a warning.
That's more than you gave Cal.

Finch, I need an exit strategy.

- Finch, you there?
- Looking for this?

You two still believe
you're the heroes of this story?

My men will have every subway, train,
and road from Queens blocked.

This ends one way, and it's not
with you riding into the sunset.

Let's go. Your men are
looking for three people.

We just need better camouflage.

Mr. Reese?

Can you hear me?

Ms. Shaw, I'm afraid
I've lost contact with Mr. Reese.

Well, at the risk
of stating the obvious, Finch,

you could just ask The Machine
for his location.

I don't speak to The Machine,

and The Machine
doesn't speak to me, Ms. Shaw.

Well, it speaks to her.

I might not know
where our friends are,

but I certainly know
where they're headed.

26 Federal Plaza, to be exact.

Based on their last location, there
are two direct routes into Manhattan.

The Long Island railroad and
the BQE to Brooklyn Bridge.

HR will be patrolling
both spots heavily.

So are you saying
Fusco and I need to split up?

Is that Glasses?

Tell him this is the last time
I chauffeur your ass.

Divide and conquer,
I assume that's all right with you.

I thought you'd never ask.

Something's wrong
with your attack dog.

He appears to be the smart one.

Why are you still awake?

Not bad dreams, I hope.

I heard it said once
that a pregnant woman

may see the face of
her unborn child in her dreams.

I saw every digit,

every line of code...

...as I created it.

But you've changed that,
haven't you?

You found a way to alter the DNA
to rewrite the code.

Is that how you get it
to speak to you?

You have the relationship
with her that you wanted.

She respects that.

My relationship is more...

...intimate.

Sorry I asked.

Why are you asking?
What's gotten you so upset?

Is the big lug in trouble?

Has his number finally come up?

I don't really care
for the man myself,

but he means
a great deal to you.

So, if you can see it fit

to set me free from this cage...

I'll return him to you,
unharmed.

How could I ever let you go

when I know with
an almost absolute certainty

that bad things will happen?

Bad things
will happen regardless.

The question is,

are you going to let them happen
to your friend?

Come on, Harry.

Let's not pretend that John
is your first helper monkey.

Exactly how many guys
did you go through before him?

Pleasant dreams.

Thanks for giving us a lift.

Don't get too comfortable,
we'll be at the fed building soon.

All right,
let's keep it moving.

Petersen, surprised you
dragged your ass out of bed.

I was told there was
a chance to shoot people.

Imagine my disappointment,
suit's a no-show.

Probably laying low.

Doubt he's going to
stick his head out again.

Our pal stormed a judge's house.

Subtle he ain't.

He's hiding, all right, but you
can bet it's in plain sight.

Fusco?

I haven't spotted our friends,
but I'm not the only one looking.

Yeah, HR's got a checkpoint
at the Brooklyn Bridge too.

No sign of our people.

Hope they find their way
out of Dodge.

Get us through.

You can go about your night.

Got a bus coming.

Come on.

Hey!
Hey, stop that ambulance!

I'll take it from here.

Aah!

Heads up!

Any luck finding our friends?

If you mean by "luck," helping them
escape an HR checkpoint

and bully their way
into Manhattan, then yes.

Lionel?

Detective Fusco,
are you all right?

Game over, Lionel.

What do you want to do
with him, boss?

I got a few ideas.

Reese and Carter broke through
HR's roadblock into Manhattan.

They're on their way
to the fed building.

I heard.
Thanks to Detective Fusco.

Unfortunately,
he wasn't so lucky.

I can find him,
but it might not matter.

Might be dead by now.

Remind me to hire an optimist
next time.

Even an optimist can't be
two places at once.

So what'll it be, Finch?

Detective Fusco is currently
without any aid.

Reese and Carter will have
to make do on their own.

Locate the detective.

Where the hell am I?

Someplace no one
will hear you scream,

since you'll be doing
a lot of that.

Meet your new best friends.

Petersen, right?
Always remember a pretty face.

How about this?

Look familiar?

You emptied my pockets.

Think there's some lint
in there too.

You're a funny guy, Fusco.

Must have had your ex-partner
in stitches.

When's the last time
you saw Carter?

I don't know.
Let me check my day planner.

We know you met
with Carter tonight.

She handed you something.

Looked an awful lot like this.

What does it open?

See, Carter has information
on our organization,

hidden it somewhere.

From the size and shape
of this key,

I'd say it opens up
a safe deposit box.

It's my locker at the Y.

You're welcome to my dirty jock.

Unh!

Hey, Fusco, want to know
your fortune?

"You will be unusually
successful at your career."

You know, I don't think
that one's true.

"A thrilling time
is in your future."

We're getting close now.

Here we go.

"Tell your friends
what they want to know,

or they will break you apart
limb by limb."

That's more like it.

So what's it going to be, Fusco?

Courtesy of the driver.

He's going to have one hell
of a headache when he wakes up.

I did say I was sorry.

Fed building's
just four blocks up.

Looks like we're
late to our own party.

We'll have to go in on foot.

- Let's go.
- Come on.

Hey, hold up.

Come on, come on, come on.
Move!

'Sup?

- We got to get off the streets now.
- In here.

Finch, could use
a little help here.

Mr. Reese, where are you?

Not my final stop, I hope.
City morgue, downtown.

Go ahead, make yourself at home.

HR has gangs
patrolling the street.

Can you send Lionel
to pick us up?

I'm afraid Detective Fusco
has been apprehended by HR.

Chances are, they're planning
to use him for leverage, or worse.

I've asked Ms. Shaw
to locate him.

They got Fusco, didn't they?

Don't worry.
Shaw will find him.

And if she doesn't?

Nope, no sign of our boy.

Damn it.

No!

You know that's not
real meat, right?

The hell...
Who are you?

Concerned citizen.

Our police force should really be
filling up on something more...

substantial.

Now...

I want you to call
your pal Simmons

and find out where he's keeping
Detective Fusco.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Do it now...

...or I lose the pin to this grenade...

permanently.

You don't understand.

You might kill me,

but I cross Simmons,

he'll hunt down my wife,

my sister.

He won't stop
until everybody I love is dead.

Please.

Wait, I need that pin!

Federal Plaza.

Four blocks and only 15 rounds
of ammo between us.

And who knows how many guys

HR has hiding in the shadows?

So we wait until sunup.

Less likely they'll risk taking
a shot at us in broad daylight.

Still haven't learned yet,
have you?

There's no place you can hide.
No place my men won't...

What was that?

A sedative...
I think.

Any ideas where to put him?

Let the man rest in peace.

Aah! Aah!

See, I told you
we'd have you screaming.

Where is the safe deposit box?

Just tell him, get it over with.

That the best you got?

No.

You know us, Lionel.
It's going to get so much worse.

What are you going to do,
read some more fortune cookies?

Bore me to death?

See, that's the problem
with you, Fusco.

You never listen.
It's like talking to a child.

You have a kid, don't you?

What's the little guy's name?
Lee.

I feel sorry for that kid, I do.

He's got defective genes,
just like you.

You touch him,
and I'll send you to hell.

Is that a promise?

Because when I make a promise,
I keep it.

Where's the safe deposit box?
Which bank?

Or I kill you and your kid.

You know what?

Put the kid out of his misery
before he turns out like his old man.

Okay, okay, okay!

Bank's in Hoboken,
Jefferson and 9th,

but it won't be open
this time of night.

They'll be open for me.

Sit on the kid while I get a warrant,
make sure he's telling the truth.

Keep an eye on Detective Fusco.

What do you got?

I got a line
on the man in the suit.

Thought he gave us the slip.
Then we saw this.

He's holed up with the stiffs
in the city morgue.

Good, saves us the trip.
Rally the troops.

Care package for the road?

Fifteen rounds, bone saw, scalpel,
some assorted tools.

You do realize we gotta kill HR
before we can autopsy them.

Apply the right amount of force,
this can do some damage.

Hezbollah surgeon.

Two more inches to the left,

would've cut right
through my axillary artery.

Fallujah. 300-pound gorilla
of a Marine escorting me.

One minute,
we're walking on patrol,

and the next, I hear a click.

Land mine?

Guy looked right into my eyes,
then he was dust.

Never saw it coming.

When your time is up, it's up.

That's a close call.

Yeah.

Was that your closest?

Thirteen stitches.

How'd the other guy fare?

Touch and go for a while.

It was a C-section.
Taylor was breech.

Doctors weren't sure if he was
going to make it or not,

had to rush me into surgery.

It was the worst moment
of my life,

followed by the best.

What about you, John?
What was your closest?

- That's got somebody's name on it?
- Mine.

There was a time I thought
about saying good-bye.

Lost someone.

Lost myself.

What happened?
What stopped you?

I got in a fight
with some punks on a subway.

Cop detained me.

He brought me to you.

You changed my mind, Joss.

You changed me.

Mr. Reese,
I have some alarming news.

I've been monitoring
the police scanners.

Someone has reported suspicious
activity at the morgue.

I suggest you leave
by the southwest emergency exit.

Doesn't look like we're
going to be leaving anytime soon.

We're surrounded.

Next, they'll lock down
the building,

seal us off
from witnesses, everyone.

HR's moving in for the kill.
Here we go.

You three, flush them out.

Hey, what's going on?

We got some reports, some vandals
have broken in the back, sir.

Reports? From who?
It's just me.

Cuff him.

Hey, you can't do that.

Make sure the rent-a-cop
keeps his mouth shut,

and watch the front.

Think that'll hold them?

It's going to have to.

Spread out.
They're here somewhere.

Breakfast.

It's 4:00 in the morning.

I may not be back in time.
I may not be back at all.

I can't imagine
what it must be like for you.

After all this time,
to have to let go of your creation.

The Machine is still sending us
numbers, Ms. Groves.

I wasn't talking
about The Machine.

John.

It's not too late.

I can help you stop
whatever's about to happen.

Please let me help you.

Good-bye, Ms. Groves.

I understand.

I hope someday you'll trust me.

I'm so sorry for your loss, Harold.

Checked out the bank.

Good news and bad news.

Bad news is Fusco lied.

Good news is
you get to kill him.

Sounds fun.
What about the evidence?

We still have the key.

Only a matter of time
before we find the right bank.

And the kid?

Look, I'll tell him
where it's at, I swear.

Look who finally wants to talk.

You tell Fusco I made him
a promise, and I keep my word.

Waste them both.

They're tossing rooms.

Won't be long
until they find us.

Check the supply closet.

Might be some chemicals
that'll come in handy.

John?

John! John!
Don%doth$!

I'm sorry, Joss,
but I can't lose you.

They'll kill you.

They'll try, I'm counting on it.

Listen, I'm going to
draw them out.

You make a run for it
with Quinn.

Anything happens to you,

I swear...
I'll hate you forever.

You're stuck with me, remember?

You make sure Quinn gets
what he deserves.

See you on the other side.

Hey, you got the kid?

Yeah, I got him.

His piece-of-garbage dad lied.

You know what to do.

I don't care what you do to me,
just let my kid go.

Tell you what,
I'll let you say your good-byes.

Put the kid on the line.

Let Fusco listen in
while you do it.

Last words, make them count.

Dad?

Lee?

Lee...

it's gonna be okay.

I'm right here with you, okay?

I'm right here with you.

Just close your eyes, all right?

I love you.
It's gonna be okay.

Lionel.

It is gonna be okay.

Lee is fine, but the guy they sent
to kill him isn't doing so good.

Figured these scumbags
would come after your kid.

Thank you, thank you.

But, Lionel...

...you understand this means
I can't be there for you.

I had to choose.

Figured you'd want me
to come here instead.

Yeah, you did good.
You did good.

I'm sorry, Lionel.

Looks like your fortune's run out.

Never did have very good luck.

Turns out neither did
Officer Miller.

My friend killed him.
My boy is fine.

Doesn't change your fate.
I got a full mag.

The only question is
where to shoot first?

Ever kill someone, Petersen?

Not recently.

Can't take down
a group of bent cops

without having casualties.

Someone was always
going to end up in a casket.

Truth is, guys like you and me,

we're all going to catch a bullet
sooner or later.

Best you can hope for
is someone to hold your hand

while you bleed out.

That's sweet.

You want me
to hold your hand, Fusco?

I forgot,
we broke your fingers.

Yeah, you did.

Which made it no big deal
for me to break my thumb.

Can I help you?

Officer Simmons said you might
be in need of my assistance.

Yeah?
Who are you?

I'm the guy that's going to
catch you when you fall.

Sorry, I'm not very good at this.

I know they're here.
Find them!

Aah!

There he is!
Shoot him!

Son of a bitch.

Come on, come on.
Follow me, damn it.

Finch, I'm out of bullets
and out of time.

Make sure Carter gets to safety.

Will do, Mr. Reese.

Detective Carter,
the area is clear.

You are free now
to exit the building.

Hey, wake up.
We're checking out.

Come on.

Hold it right there!

Do you have a weapon, sir?
Are you armed?

Mr. Reese, are you okay?

Yes, I am.

Got a tip that a man
matching your description

was brandishing a weapon.

I somehow managed to locate
two of NYPD's honest cops.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be held
against you. Do you understand?

I assumed you'd prefer
incarceration to death.

I do, and thanks.

You'll never get a conviction,
not in my city.

This used to be your city.
Not anymore.

Officer Carter.
This is Alonzo Quinn.

New York City's
Police Department

has been rocked this morning

- with the arrest of Alonzo Quinn.
- Alonzo Quinn

has been booked on suspicion
of being the ringleader of HR.

Police are still searching
for Officer Patrick Simmons,

who they believe is
Quinn's second-in-command.

Congratulations, Detective.

It is Detective again, isn't it?

Can't say I miss the uniform.

It seems John Doe is being
held at the Third Precinct.

My lawyers are trying
to extricate him.

Let's just hope John can stay
out of trouble for a long while.

Or has your computer
told you otherwise?

What did you say?

How else could you know

when someone's
about to be in trouble?

I just figured you built
some sort of supercomputer

that can siphon information
from government feeds.

I'm impressed.

I am a detective.

Speaking of which, duty calls.

I'll drop by the Third, make
sure our friend gets released.

I'd appreciate that, Joss.

Shouldn't you be at work?

Nice to talk to you, too.

I'll be in later.
Keep my seat warm.

And, nice to have you back, partner.

Glad to be back.
I'll see you soon.

Chip off the old block?
Looks like he's doing okay.

You, on the other hand,
look like crap.

Heard you took a bullet.

Yeah, stupid bastard shot me
where I had plenty of padding.

Would have gone
for the head shot myself.

Course, you got
plenty of padding there, too.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thank you, truly.

Shut up and drive, Lionel.

I'm Carter.
You didn't give us a name.

Seems like the only time
you need a name now

is when you're in trouble.

So...

...am I in trouble?

Got your man locked up, Carter.

Must feel good.

Not all of them.

Still haven't been able
to locate our pal Simmons.

Can't hide forever.
We'll get him.

All right, where's my weapon?

John Doe didn't have a permit.

Your gun's property
of the NYPD now.

Time I got some new hardware.

Looks like your ride is here.

Guess we were all worried
about you.

If my number was up,

I'm just glad I was with you.

No one I'd rather be with
at the end.

Your time's up.

Told you I'd end you.

No, not today!

Joss, Joss, I'm here.

It's okay.

I need...
I need to see my boy.

I need to tell him...

And you will, and you will.

Just stay with me.

Promise me
you'll look in on him.

I won't have to 'cause
you're going to make it, okay?

Promise me you'll tell him.

He knows, Joss.

He knows.

John...

...don't let this...

Joss, come...