All language subtitles for Person of Interest S01E06

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.

You know why I'm here.

You know how I feel.

I can't hide it anymore.

What we're doing is wrong.

You're not my regular guy.

He's sick. They called me
to fill in at the last moment.

Callahan Car Service.

Zoe Morgan. You changed my driver.

Sorry for the inconvenience, Ms.
Morgan. Bill's come down with laryngitis.

Caught it from his son.

Which son?

Andy, the younger one.

We've sent our best driver in his place.

I'll be the judge of that.

No small talk, no questions.

You stay in the car
and you keep your eyes on the road.

- We settle up at the end of the night.
- I look forward to it.

Little trouble picking this lock, Mr. Reese.

It's not as easy as it looks.

Never mind. I'm in.

No photos of family or friends.

Some jazz records.

She dropped out of law school,
no current employer.

But she buys a $2 million apartment
for cash three years ago.

What's she gotten herself
mixed up in?

Where does she keep the things
she cares about?

Where do you?

I don't have any things I care about.

Slip.

Zoe.

You got it?

You know I always come through for you.

Be good, Slip.

She just paid for something,
a lot of money, cash.

- Do you know what it is?
- No.

You wanna know
where people hide things, Finch?

Underneath.

Keep your eyes on the road.

Uh-oh.

Leave it running. I won't be long.

Finch, the item she bought was a gun.

But she's already got a gun
in her living room.

Why does she need another?

Only reason you buy a gun off the street
so it's untraceable.

Possible her number came up
because she plans to kill someone.

Finch, she's a shooter. Target's a cop.

Lieutenant Gilmore.

You owe me one.

And so does the cop who left
his sidearm in a subway bathroom.

Believe me, he knows.

You saved a good cop's career.

- We need all the men we can get right now.
Mm-hm.

Are you sure it doesn't have to do
with the fact that he's your nephew?

Either way, I'm grateful.

And in a perfect world,
gratitude would be enough.

That politically motivated
investigation...

...that you're running into
Councilman Rush?

About time you wrap it up,
don't you think?

Now I know where the term
"necessary evil" comes from.

That makes us square?

No.

But it's a good start.

See anything interesting tonight?

Nothing worth mentioning.

Be here tomorrow, 10 sharp.

I hope you're out of there, Finch.

Do you know what she does yet?

She does favors for a price.

She's a fixer.

Assuming then that she's the victim...

...any idea who'd want to take her out?

Who wouldn't?

- What you got, Terney?
- Vincent DeLuca.

Seventy-one years old.

Public service homicide,
if you ask me.

Guy was an enforcer for
La Cosa Nostra in Brighton Beach.

Stabbing's personal.

Is this knife from the kitchen?

Nothing there
but a set of steak knives.

This one's not serrated.
Looks old, dull.

Painful.

We got a rap sheet
on this old gangster?

Reads like a phone book.

Armed robbery, racketeering.

He was charged with homicide
in the, uh, mid '70s.

Marlene Elias?

- What's that?
- Uh, 1973.

The murder charge he skated on.

Victim was Marlene Elias.

The evidence was stolen from lockup
a couple weeks back.

Evidence stolen
from a 40-year-old cold case?

And the murder weapon.

Marlene Elias was stabbed multiple
times in her chest with a kitchen knife.

Finch, looks like Zoe's
meeting with some businessmen.

I'm sending you photos.

Got another guy watching
from an SUV.

Run a license plate for me.
Greg-Henry-Oscar-seven-five-six-one.

Ms. Morgan.

I got a hit on that license plate.

Registered to Samuel Douglas...

...head of crisis management,
Virtanen Pharmaceuticals.

- You familiar with Anthony Talbott?
- Should I be?

He's an investment blogger.
No ethics or boundaries.

He'd do anything
to get an inside scoop.

Including violate our employees'
right to privacy.

We wouldn't be talking if this had
anything to do with just an employee.

What's he have on your boss?

Douglas' boss is the gentleman
in the car, Mark Lawson.

A recording, he claims.

Conversation with a certain lady
that could be misconstrued.

An affair?

Who cares?

His wife.

Mr. Lawson is in line to run Virtanen.
He already handles the day-to-day.

But his father-in-law is still the CEO.
What the old man doesn't know...

What's Talbott asking?

Forty thousand.

His cell phone number's in there.
Oh, and, uh, one more thing...

I'll get the recording.

I don't need to know what's on it.

We appreciate your discretion,
as always.

Good afternoon, Mr. Talbott.

Nice of Virtanen to send a skirt.

I understand you have something
of interest to my client.

You know, it is amazing what you can
find just drifting out there in the ether.

One thing I have learned
about the, uh, smartest guys in the room:

They just can't keep it in their pants.

You know why I'm here.

You know how I feel.

I can't hide it anymore.

- This is all 40?
- Count it.

At home.

By the way,
I would have asked for 80.

Maybe it's a skirt thing.

Talbott's a blackmailing scumbag,
but hardly a threat.

- What about her previous jobs?
- No client list in her apartment.

- You need to get her talking.
- Easier said than done.

Ah. Detective Sullivan?

Not for years now.

Bernie or Sully. Dealer's choice.

I, um, wanted to talk to you about
that case you worked back in '73.

Marlene Elias.
How did that mess come up again?

A man I'm investigating broke into
the evidence lockup a few weeks ago.

He and his crew stole the contents
of the evidence box.

Your notes, the murder weapon,
an 8-inch kitchen knife...

...which just turned up plunged
into the chest of your lead suspect.

Hmm.

That would be divine retribution.

What can you tell me about DeLuca?

Piece of work.

I had him dead to rights
on murdering that woman.

The dimwit left a partial on the knife.

The DA dropped the case?

Bought and sold.

Back then the city was different.

Marlene was a cocktail waitress.

She worked, uh, in a club
owned by Gianni Moretti.

She has an affair with the don.

She wants him to dump his wife.

He gets tired of her complaints...

...and sends our friend here,
the cutlery rack, to shut her up.

He did, permanently.

The thing that stuck with me
was the kid.

- Kid? What kid?
- I dug these up.

Marlene and the don had a kid, a son.

He was out back playing
when it happened.

He came inside and he found her.

Kid walked all the way to the station.

I've still got that image of him
standing there with no shoes on.

What happened to him?

Moretti didn't want to cop to the affair,
so the kid went into the system.

I don't have to tell you
what happens to those kids.

You think he's your killer?

Don't know who else would go
to so much trouble.

- What is that?
- Oh, just some old bootlegs.

You like jazz?

- You do?
- Sure.

Always loved what Miles Davis
said about jazz:

"Don't play what's there.

Play what's not there."

Really?

You seem to know how to play people.

I don't play people.
I fix their problems.

And to answer your question,
no, I hate jazz.

Were you supposed to be meeting
with two people or one?

What does it matter?

- Let me take care of this, Zoe.
- It's Ms. Morgan.

Get back in the car.

Didn't tell me this was a party.

Talbott handed it over. No problems.

Did you listen to this?

You didn't hire me to listen.

Mr. Lawson would like to thank you.

- His fee is all that's necessary.
- No, we insist.

Walter, get the driver.

- Get down.
- Ah!

Guess I pay you
to do more than drive.

Mr. Reese, are you okay?

The hand-off was an ambush.
Douglas tried to kill both of us.

- Oh, thanks. I was there, remember?
- Is she safe?

- For now, a little shaken up.
- Who you talking to?

They will kill for that recording.
We need to find out what's on it.

- Send me Talbott's address.
- Who the hell are you?

Could say we're in the same business,
fixing problems.

I had information
that you might be in danger.

Information?

Who gave it to you?

You have your people, I have mine.

We need to find the journalist who sold
you that recording, find out what's on it.

I made a copy.

I'm discreet, not stupid.

I can't hide it
anymore. What we're doing is wrong.

- Who's the girl on the tape?
- No idea.

- Can barely make it out.
- I wanna tell someone.

- Stay here.
- Mr. Reese?

Report on the police band.
Talbott is dead.

Apparent cardiac arrest.

Douglas moves fast. Killing everyone
who had contact with that recording.

They've gone to this much trouble.

They'll come after Ms. Morgan again.
You need to stay with her.

That's gonna be a problem.

I wanna tell someone.

It keeps me up at night.

I'm working on the audio.

Interference suggests it was made
on an old PCS cell network...

...making the recording at least
two years old.

I didn't know static had a vintage.

I did manage to find a match
on the woman's voice.

Compared it against video from
social networking sites, corporate press.

Two hundred and sixty-eight possible
matches, six who lived in New York...

...but only one who worked
at Virtanen Pharmaceuticals.

Virtanen is more than
just a pharmaceutical company.

We create products that help and heal.
Virtanen is a family.

One I hope to be a part of
for many years to come.

Dana Miller, Lawson's mistress,
was an office romance.

Nice work, Finch.

I wouldn't be so quick
to congratulate me.

It's not the first time
I've heard Dana Miller's name.

Six months ago...

...the machine gave me her number.

I had yet to track you down,
so I wasn't in a position to help her.

Newspaper said she died
of a brain aneurysm.

She was 27.

And as you know,
the machine doesn't see accidents.

So she wanted to go public with the
affair and Lawson had her killed for it.

Why not pay her off, Finch?

Mark Lawson is heir
to the entire Virtanen empire.

If Robert Keller ever found out,
Lawson would lose everything.

Wouldn't be hard for someone working
at a pharmaceutical company...

...to make murder
look like natural causes.

I never thought I'd know the truth
about what happened to her.

Now I also know the men responsible.

We can stop them from
ever giving us another number.

Get out there and find Ms. Morgan.

Every moment we don't have her,
Douglas can get to her.

What are you gonna do?

I have an important business meeting.

A recent investment of mine.

We cleared my schedule
for a meeting with a shareholder?

Guy isn't just a shareholder.

He's bought 87 million shares
in the last 48 hours.

He now owns 8 percent
of Virtanen's stock.

- I've never heard of this guy.
- No one has.

Maybe a straw buyer for a takeover,
hostile bid.

But, uh, kid gloves.

We may want to wheel the old man
in here to press the flesh.

Right this way, sir.

Mr. Partridge.

Mark Lawson. Pleasure to meet you.

Thank you for meeting me
on such short notice.

I thought I knew everyone with an
investment portfolio as broad as yours.

When you're in a position where people
want your money...

...a little anonymity
is rather rewarding.

From my time in Japan, I learned never
go to a business meeting empty-handed.

That is too generous.

Thank you.

Would you care for a tour
of our facilities?

This way.

What we like to focus on is
what people really need, pain relief.

I can certainly relate to that.

Well, we reached a 20 percent
market share last year.

That's only gonna rise with the launch
of our new product line...

...anchored by Sylocet.
- Sylocet?

New migraine drug. Revolutionary.

Just approved by the FDA.

Mr. Partridge.

Robert Keller.

This is an impressive empire
you've built here, sir.

Well, it's Mark's empire now.

Retirement isn't officially
until next spring...

...but he makes all the big decisions.

Don't tell anyone.

I'd hate to lose my table
at the country club.

If you'll excuse me, Mr. Partridge.

Mark has done an incredible job not only
in keeping our finances in order...

...but overseeing a good amount
of product research.

Mr. Keller, I like what I see here.

I'm confident my money
is in good hands.

Lovely meeting you.

Excuse me, I have to take this.

Flash drive's recovered.

Talbott won't be a problem again.

Great work.

There's just one loose end.

Zoe Morgan.

She had a bodyguard
posing as a driver.

It was an unforeseen circumstance.

That's not a loose end.
That's the whole thing falling apart.

- I'll handle her.
- And the driver too.

Nothing can connect us to this thing.

- Carter.
- It's Sully.

I managed to fill in some of the blanks
on the young Carl Elias.

- Good work.
- No, not so good.

Uh, the kid was, uh, like
a professional runaway from the age of 8.

Couldn't stay anywhere
more than a couple months.

No one really knew him.

Nobody except for some tough old bird
named Gloria Recinto.

Apparently she, uh, looked after him.

He would send her a Christmas card
and, uh, some money every year.

You gotta read these things, Carter.

It's as if the guy was gonna either be
president or Attila the Hun.

- You want me to bring them in?
- I'll swing by and pick them up.

I'm gonna make myself
beautiful for you.

Good luck with that, Sully.

You know
why I'm here. You know how I feel.

I still can't find Zoe.

I can't hide it anymore.

But if I can't track her down,
Douglas probably can't either.

I'm trying to clean up this recording,
fill in the blanks.

I think Dana recorded this
in Lawson's office. Listen.

What we're doing is wrong.

So she recorded the conversation
on her cell phone.

- To blackmail him?
- No, I don't think so.

Here's the fountain in his office.

Using the bug I planted,
I was able to get room tone.

Then I can strip it back
out of the original recording.

Listen, this is much clearer.

I can't hide it anymore.
What we're doing is wrong.

I wanna tell someone.
It keeps me up at night...

...knowing what our drug has done.

You need to think very carefully...

"It keeps me up at night
knowing what our drug has done."

I still can't clean up the last part
of the recording.

But there's enough here to tell that Dana
was not having an affair with Lawson.

She was threatening
to blow the whistle on him.

You know, before we...

Before I found you...

...the numbers haunted me.

I'd never felt so helpless
in my entire life.

And I know I can't get justice
for all of them.

But the possibility of having it
for just one...

Looks like our Ms. Morgan
has decided to be found after all.

This time, when you find her,
try not to lose her.

So you are tracking my cell phone.

I know how all the pieces
of this city fit together.

I know all the players.
I know all the angles.

And then there's you.

You know, I don't understand you.

And I don't like things
that I don't understand.

Then why did you want me here?

Because I don't have to like you
to get some use out of you.

The girl on the recording,
her name was Dana Miller.

Lawson had her killed, but
not because she was sleeping with him.

I know. She worked at Virtanen.

She was gonna come out in public,
a scandal involving one of their drugs.

Not bad.

But it's not the whole story.

She worked in Clinical Trials.

Five days before she was killed,
she was transferred out.

Access suspended.

How did you come by that?

You have your people, I have mine.

Let me guess. You're looking to
strike a deal with Virtanen.

No, not this time.

I thought everyone had an angle.

I knew this girl once.

Naive. She got a tough lesson
in the way the world works.

And it reminds me of Dana.

Also they tried to kill you.

Well, there's that too.

You wanna get out of here?

Where are we going?

To do something illegal.

Lieutenant Gilmore.

I almost didn't recognize you
without that cute uniform.

What do you want now?

Gonna be a break-in at
Virtanen Pharmaceuticals tonight.

I need you to make sure
that the police don't respond.

After this, we're done.

All right, Finch, our cameras are in place.

I have full coverage. Proceed.

Hold this.

So these people are trying to kill you
and you plan to break into their offices?

I prefer the direct approach.

At the south entry.
Any guards on the other side?

Two guards on the first floor.
None on the stairwell.

- Go ahead.
- Going in.

Do I ever get to meet
this imaginary friend?

He's a very private person.

Wait, there's a guard on the
third floor stairs. He's coming your way.

You're clear. Go.

You can probably get out of anything
with a paper clip.

Where'd you learn this stuff?

It's a long story.

Still clear, Mr. Reese.

They deleted Dana's
e-mail and browser history.

Nothing is ever really deleted.
The pieces are always out there.

Just have to know
how to put them back together.

Use the recovery software.

Oh, yeah.

Right there.
She accessed this file a dozen times...

...in the days before she was killed.

Looks like a clinical trial
for their new drug, Sylocet.

FDA approved.

But it's been altered.

These are two files with the same name,
but the older one is slightly larger.

Six names are missing from the trial data
Virtanen submitted to the FDA.

I need those names, Mr. Reese.

Here it comes.

- They're all dead, Mr. Reese.
- Dead?

Every person on that list
died of heart failure...

...within a year of taking the drug.

Lawson dropped them from the study,
paid the locals to hide it.

Their new wonder drug is a killer.

Six people out of 200,
that's a 3 percent mortality rate.

If a million people take that drug...

...30,000 could die.

Wait. What is that sound?

Air conditioning. Why?

That's what I've been missing.

Listen. Don't talk, don't move.
I need a clean recording.

Perfect.

I'll be in touch.

Well, well, well.

Guess we should call the cops, huh?

Bad move, lieutenant.

If I can't trust you,
I'll have to destroy you.

Something makes me think
you won't get that chance.

Besides, I held up my end.

You wanted the cops not to respond?

This is the cops not responding.

Keeps me up at night
knowing what our drug has done.

Think very carefully
about what you're doing.

You're leaving me with no choice.
I'm gonna go to Keller.

Reese, I think I found something.

Mr. Reese?

I told you I'd handle it.

- I got them both.
- I'm on my way.

You never did tell me your name.

John.

My name's John.

Of course it is.

So, John, how did you know
I was gonna be in trouble?

Given your choice of career,
it doesn't seem like much of a stretch.

You might consider
a new line of work.

You're one to judge.

Besides, you don't know anything
about me.

I know almost everything about you.

I know you grew up
in a nice house in Yonkers.

I know your dad was a city official
till he got snared in a corruption case.

I know you spent the rest
of your childhood...

...in a little apartment in Queens
with your mother.

About the only thing
I don't know about you...

...is why you started doing
whatever it is you do.

My dad was a party man.

Machine politician.

Did what he was told.

Right up until the cops showed up
and put the cuffs on him.

The local press was camped out
on our lawn for weeks.

Then this guy showed up.

The guy that the party would send
to deal with uncomfortable situations.

He said two words.

And those reporters...

...they packed up, and they left.

And they never came back.

And I realized...

...that's what I want to be.

The person who knows what to say...

...and always has something to trade.

So, what are you gonna trade now?

It's Mr. Partridge. I need
to speak to Mr. Keller immediately.

I'm sorry, Mr. Keller's unavailable...

Put him on the phone now.
It's extremely urgent.

A matter of life and death.

So we're finally face-to-face.

- You're making a mistake, Mark.
- I'm not the one handcuffed to a chair.

So you saw the Sylocet report?

Hope you don't mind,
I e-mailed a copy to a friend...

...so I could read it more thoroughly.

Okay, so where is it now?

With the only person I trust.

And if anything happens to us,
that report goes public.

Everyone will know
your new drug kills.

What do you think Keller
will do to you when he finds out?

Tell you what, since
Zoe loves negotiating so much...

...I'll offer you two a deal.

First one to give up that report
gets to live.

Mr. Keller will be with you in a moment.

Thank you.

You're leaving me with no choice.
I'm gonna go to Keller.

You wanna tell the old man?
Here's your chance.

Think anything happens in my
company without me knowing it, young lady?

How stupid do you think I am?

Mr. Partridge, you're on with Mr. Keller.

Mark.

Why aren't they dead yet?

She says she has a copy of the report.

Just when I thought you could handle
something truly important.

Ms. Morgan, be reasonable.

Every new drug has side effects.

That's why we have disclaimers
and insurance.

This moral crusade doesn't suit you.

The Zoe Morgan I know is reasonable.

Knows when to make the smart play.

I'll get you the report.

I'll bring you right to it.

I told you.

Always have something to trade.

Let's go.

You know, you really
shouldn't be surprised by what Zoe did.

Never trusted that bitch.

Always looking for an angle.

Potassium chloride?

Government uses it
for lethal injections.

Stops the heart in minutes.

Quite humane, really.

Lucky you.

Lucky me?

I'm on my way now. The Naval Yard.

Jail rules: No more phone calls.

Clever girl.

- Finch.
- Been trying you for two hours.

Keller's involved.
He and Lawson worked it together...

...up to and including Dana's murder.

I know.
Keller blindsided us, and so did Zoe.

She's about to hand over the copy
of that trial data to Lawson.

You should be more trusting,
Mr. Reese.

Zoe just sent me her destination.
Naval Yard. Sound familiar?

I'm on my way.

Ready, sir?

Mr. Keller. Sorry I'm late.

I'm sorry I started without you,
Mr. Partridge...

...but when you're as old as I am,
you can't waste a minute.

What's your poison?

What the hell are we doing here?

You want your report, right?

It's right over there.

You want me to go get it or you?

No, I don't think so.
You know what I think?

I don't think you e-mailed
that report to anybody.

I think it's been right here all along.

You picked a perfect time to join us,
Mr. Partridge.

Once Sylocet goes on the market...

...you'll never have to invest
in another company again.

Uh, see, anybody else, they would've sent
this report to the police or the press.

But not you.

No, you just couldn't resist holding on
to one more card. Yep.

So you did send it to the one person
in the world you could trust:

Yourself.

Now you're gonna take it to the grave.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Migraine, huh?

Heard they got a pill for that now.

You took your time.

At what point did you know
you were gonna do the right thing?

About two seconds before
I slipped you the paper clip.

Anyway...

...pleasant as it is to talk...

...the board and I do need to know
what your intentions are...

...now that you own 8 percent
of Virtanen.

Actually,
I've sold my shares in Virtanen.

I had a tip that the price is about
to take a nosedive.

A tip? What tip?

That senior management was about to
have some very serious legal problems.

In fact, I took my initial investment...

...and I shorted your company
to the tune of a half a billion shares.

If you're betting against me, you clearly
don't know who you're dealing with.

No, I know exactly what kind of man
I'm dealing with.

I know you don't care who you hurt
to get what you want.

I know the only thing
you do care about is money.

So that's what
I'm going to take from you.

Your money. All of it.

You were right, Mr. Keller.

Thanks to you, I never will have
to invest in another company.

Excuse me.

Detective Sullivan?

Sully?

It's me, Ca...

Oh, no.

Police!

Virtanen CEO,
Robert Keller, is expected in court today...

...alongside CFO
and son-in-law Mark Lawson...

...to answer charges of fraud,
conspiracy and murder.

Virtanen's migraine drug, Sylocet,
has been shelved.

Beecher Pharmaceuticals
pulled the plug...

...on their version of the drug...
- Mind turning that off?

Sounds like Beecher got an inside tip.

Somebody must have
had a big payday.

Not as big as you'd think.

Dana Miller's family got a healthy
donation for their suit against Virtanen.

I also heard Lieutenant Gilmore
found himself...

...up against some pretty serious
corruption charges.

Must have upset someone
pretty influential.

Eyes on the road, John.

Ms. Morgan.

Stay out of trouble.

Not gonna happen.

You got my number.