All language subtitles for Person of interest s01e12

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.

Your coffee's getting cold, detective.

- Nice suit.
- Oh, you finally found me.

But I don't hear any sirens
or see you reaching for your gun.

I looked for an "I'm sorry I got you shot"
card but they were all out.

I had no idea
what Snow was capable of...

...that he'd actually try to kill you.

Why did you contact me, Carter?

Got a lot of questions.

Well, you managed to lose your tail.
That's quite a feat.

Those CIA boys spend a lot of time
learning how to be invisible.

You think Snow is my only problem?

Is there another agency following you
I'm not aware of?

You've got an entire N.Y.P.D. Task force
looking for you.

I had to run two lights just to make sure
my own people weren't trailing me.

I'm a cop. Which means I got rules.

Rules that can't be broken.

But, um...

...I wanna know more.

Once you go down that road,
there's no looking back.

How are you getting
your information?

All I can tell you is we hear
about people in danger.

Or people who are causing it.

Why me?

Because your moral compass
is pointed in the right direction.

And because I'm tired
of you chasing me.

How does this work?

Andrea Gutierrez?

Civil litigation attorney
with a sealed juvie record.

I need it unsealed, Carter.

What did I just say about rules?

You have your rules...

...and you have the chance
to save a life.

It's your choice.

I'll be in touch.

You look worried, Finch.

Did your tailor move out of the city?

How was your meeting
with Detective Carter?

You heard her. She wants to know
how we get our information.

- She can never know about the Machine.
- I doubt if she'd believe it if I told her.

She did agree to get us
Andrea Gutierrez's juvie file.

That's a step in the right direction.

What else did you find out
about our lawyer?

Andrea Gutierrez,
born and raised in Queens.

Got her GED after dropping out
of high school.

Worked her way through college...

...then SUNY New Paltz
and Queens College Law...

- ...where she studied civil litigation.
- She's a scrapper.

Thank you.

Ambitious.

Just trying to make
a better life for herself.

Yes, but a better life
can be expensive.

She owes $50,000 in student loans...

...and another 20 on her credit cards.

That's a lot of debt. Maybe she
borrowed money from the wrong person.

It's possible.
She owes money on her business too.

Excuse me. Sorry.

She's trying to carve out
a niche for herself...

...by suing the state on behalf
of inmates and ex-cons...

...with grievances
from their stay behind bars.

How's that working out for her?

She's 0-for-6.

I imagine she hopes her current case
will be lucky number seven.

Objection, Your Honor.

Relevance of this testimony?

I'm trying to prove
my client's only wrongdoing...

...was not cleaning his apartment well.
The drugs were old. Dusty.

From the days before
Mr. King was clean.

Objection.
Is Ms. Gutierrez testifying now?

Judge O'Connor, this case is baseless.

Just like every other ex-con nuisance
case Ms. Gutierrez has brought before.

Treat it as such.

- Give me a break.
- Ms. Gutierrez.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I just have a hard time taking the state
seriously when it's wearing that tie.

Let's adjourn while you two grow up.

Get your witnesses in order.
We'll reconvene on Friday.

I'll come see you tomorrow.

- You'll bring Jacob?
- You bet.

This is so wrong, Andrea.
I mean, I didn't even do anything.

Remember about not communicating
with anyone from the trial.

- But he's my parole officer.
- Not right now, he's not.

Those drugs weren't mine. You
tested me. Why don't you believe me?

I just did my job, Terrence.

Those drugs were in your place,
that makes them yours.

You should have been more careful.

Thank you for calling DFS,
how can I assist you?

Pastrami from Zabar's?
You must need something big.

Terrence King's blood test.
His parole officer did one...

...and I need it to help me prove
he wasn't using.

- Did you put in a request?
- Weeks ago, but...

I'll look into it, Andi.

Thank you.

You better go. Boss lady's coming.

Thought you were working
through lunch, Chris...

...not entertaining visitors.

She just came for a file.

- Did you go through proper channels?
- I did, Gloria. I swear.

But those channels
are so freaking slow.

Sorry.

All right.
To Poe, for finally getting his diploma.

Did Ms. Gutierrez go home?

She stopped for drinks with friends.

I was worried you'd change your mind.

Heh, not yet.

I got your girl Andrea Gutierrez's,
uh, juvie records.

Teenage troublemaker.
B and E her sophomore year...

- ...and a string of larceny charges.
- Hold on, Carter.

What is it, Lionel?

Carter's up to something.
Watch your ass.

I appreciate your concern about my ass,
Lionel, but I can handle Detective Carter.

She's talking to someone
and keeping it on the down low.

Working something on her own.

I'll keep that in mind.

- You still with me, Carter?
- Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm still with you.

- So, what do we do now?
- We'll watch and wait.

- And Carter?
- Yeah.

Thanks.

I'm not sure that keeping
both of our detectives in the dark...

...is the best course of action.

This could get really complicated.

They're assets.

The less they know
the safer they'll be.

Right now I'm more concerned
with Ms. Gutierrez.

Bye.
- Okay.

Finch, someone's tailing our girl.

Someone other than you?

Mr. Reese.
Mr. Reese, are you all right?

Wishing gunshot wounds
healed faster right about now.

Assailant's into anabolic steroids, unh.

Where's Ms. Gutierrez?

She's safe, for now. But with the way
that guy handled himself...

...I don't know for how much longer.

Any guesses about who'd
wanna kill our attorney?

Guy who tried to attack her
looked like he'd done time.

Could be an angry former client.

Excuse me.

We need to get her files,
see if the assailant is one of her clients.

Narrow down our suspects.

Yes.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Half day, Finch?

Stay close to Ms. Gutierrez.

I'll be back soon.

You cut your hair. Finally.

Got new glasses. Finally.

You could use some rest
before I lecture you...

...on the perils
of underground gambling.

That'd be great. I've been up 48 hours.
My cellmate snored like a freight train.

Happy you're home, Will.

Sorry you had to bail me out again.

Well, it's good to have you back,
either way.

How'd you get into my office
without anyone noticing?

Trade secret.

Need you to help me to find out
where to buy that steroid.

What, you looking to beef up?

It belonged to a guy
I had a run-in with last night.

Skilled fighter.

Looking to track down the gym
where he juices up.

Are you having second thoughts?

There's just a lot of prying eyes
around this place.

You're getting paranoid, Carter.
That's a step in the right direction.

So you want to sue your boss.

Wonderful. Uh...

We can absolutely do that, um...

What, uh?

What type of work do you do?

Uh, it's, um, complicated.

Okay.

How did you hear about me?

A bailiff said "ex-cons with gripes
against the state" is your specialty.

- Is that bad information?
- Um, no, not at all.

It's just I thought you were
a clear-cut civil case.

The unicorn I've been looking for.
Like the perfect man, heh. So...

- Aw, sorry.
- Oh.

- I'm all thumbs today.
- I do it all the time. Um, I'll be back.

Nicely done, Mr. Reese.
I have a signal now.

How was your appointment?

Quite productive, thank you.

Okay, here we go.

Okay.

So tell me,
why do you wanna sue your boss?

Well, my working conditions are, um...

...unsafe. I slipped and hurt my back.

- Did that happen on the job?
- Just last night.

Mr. Reese, I've got sound
in both microphones.

Connecting to her hard drive.

I sent an e-mail virus
promising 40 percent off...

...any purchase at Bloomingdales.
She couldn't resist it.

So, what's this boss of yours like?

Very manipulative.

Secretive. We've had
some personality conflicts.

I take it he has a lot of money?

- He's, uh, one of those rich loner types.
- Hmm.

The kind you'd call strange
if he didn't have so much cash.

So instead he's, uh, eccentric.

Well, this case is gonna
rack up a lot of hours.

I can pay upfront.

Then I can start immediately.

Well, after my next appointment.

I'm running late.

I'll call you.

I look forward to it.

Daddy!

There he is.

Oh.

Chris did me a big favor by picking
him up from the foster family's place.

When are you coming home, Daddy?
I don't like my room.

Andrea's gonna get me out
sooner than you know.

That's right, buddy.

Jacob, go over and, uh, hang with Chris
for a minute, let me finish talking to Andrea.

So, um...

- You get the blood test?
- Chris is working on it.

- But even if we get it...
- Right.

They still found drugs in my house.

Maybe we can get you tested at an
independent lab. Prove you were clean.

- It could help.
- Whatever you need, I'll do.

Look, I know I can't pay you.
I know it's not looking good...

...but thank you.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

You found something.

Brand name's Anadrol. It's a popular
compound found in some MMA gyms.

Turned up in buy-and-busts
at three gyms in the boroughs.

What are the locations?

I'll tell you only if I don't wind up getting
called to a crime scene. Understood?

You have my word, detective.

Any sign of our assailant?

Third location and still nothing.

Could be our friend from last night
decided to take the day off.

Finch, I see him.

Hey. Remember me?

Yeah.

Look out!

Reese? Are you okay?

Yes, but I can't say the same
about the other guy.

So much for not dropping any bodies.

Our dearly departed hit man,
Alonso Garcia, was an ex-con.

He served three years at Five Points
for second-degree manslaughter.

Andrea wasn't his representative.

- Then what's their connection?
- Terrence King.

They share a parole officer
named Dominic Galuska.

Yeah, saw him at the courthouse.

Maybe I should pay
Mr. Galuska a visit...

...see if this is more
than just a coincidence.

I know what you're gonna say.

I give you an address, and you
promised me no one would get dead.

And what happens?

In my defense, Mr. Garcia didn't look
both ways before crossing the street.

How did you know the dead guy's name?
We couldn't find any ID on him.

It was on his driver's license.

Heh, you stole a dead guy's wallet?

He tried to kill Andrea Gutierrez last
night. And he was gonna try again.

Garcia had just under,
what, 10 grand on him?

My guess it's a payoff for a hit.

Who'd wanna kill her?

I'm working on it.

I can't pay you this month, Galuska.

If I don't get my cut, I bet I could
find a dozen parole violations...

...throw you back inside.

- That's ten percent, okay?
- When I got you thisjob...

...our deal was 30 percent
of your paycheck.

Don't you cheap out on me, Lou.

Hey, Dominic!

Where's my money?

- Who do you think you're talking to?
- The guy...

...who's shaking down
his parolees for their legit pay.

See if you can find me a bottle
of booze in there, will you?

Thank you.

911. State your emergency.

I'm Dominic Galuska and I may
be a danger to myself and others.

- Wow, the old loft.
- Yeah.

Hadn't been here since the funeral.

I thought you might
come back to it someday.

I'm packing some stuff up
to send to storage.

If there's anything
you're interested in, let me know.

Thanks.

- You thinking about staying?
- No, I'm thinking about selling the place.

- Never really liked it much here.
- Oh.

It's where he moved after the divorce.
Always seemed too big.

Expensive, vacant.

Well, he worked a lot.

Guess I can see
how you might think that.

Sorry, I forgot to ask.
How's the insurance business going?

Boring as ever, thank you.

Have you had a chance
to go through everything?

Turns out Dad was a pack rat.

Looks like half of it's mine.

Projects, awards, papers from school.

You always were
an outstanding student.

Have you thought about finishing
your residency?

I got plenty of action around the world
with MSF, Red Cross.

I didn't feel I was helping people.

You're a doctor.
All you do is help people.

I treat symptoms.
The disease after the fact.

Never the underlying cause.
I wanna really help people.

I was just thinking how much
you sound like your father.

- Yeah.
- Any chance I can convince you to stay?

- Sorry.
- Don't leave without saying goodbye.

I won't.

You framed Galuska for making a
death threat against one of his parolees?

You said you needed evidence.
- Not like that.

If you don't want to interrogate him,
Carter, I'd be happy to.

- He's already in the box.
- Good.

We need to find out
if he's working with anyone.

See if he sent anyone else
after Andrea.

I know how to do my job, thank you.

But I did find something interesting
about Galuska.

Several parolees who got sent back inside...

...complained about him
setting them up.

Said Galuska planted
evidence on them.

What does he get out of it?

I'm gonna find that out.

In the meantime, can you try not
to break any more laws?

Hello, Lionel. Miss me?

- Like I miss a hangover.
- I've got a job for you.

This about Carter?
Because she's still acting all hinky.

No, it's not Carter
I'm concerned about right now.

- It's someone else.
- All right, what's this job?

- John. Do we have an appointment?
- No, but I have a question.

I was just assigned a new PO
and he's being difficult.

- His name's Dominic Galuska.
- I know that guy. Total jackass.

He keeps searching my apartment.

There's nothing to find,
but he keeps coming.

If he shows up again, call me.
I'll be there, any time of the day or night.

On the clock, of course.

How's that site working out for you?

Heh, uh, it's hard to find the right guy
in my line of work.

Heh, that seems odd.
You're very attractive, smart.

Let me stop you there, John.
I don't date my clients or ex-cons.

Been there, done that.
This is Andrea 2.0 you're looking at.

Plus, I need your money
and I like my guys not quite so...

...better looking than me.

Why did you stay in the town
where you grew up?

I mean, why not start fresh?

Because I'm not running away
from who I was.

I was taught it's okay
to make mistakes...

...and I believe everyone
deserves a second chance.

- Threatening a parolee's life, Dominic?
- This is some kind of misunderstanding.

Just a little depressed, huh?

You got a tough job.

From what I'm seeing here,
you're not very good at it.

You've got the worst
recidivism rate in your office.

Kicked more guys back inside
last month than I did.

Some are saying they were set up.

You know a criminal's motto, detective.
"I didn't do it."

You're doing a public service,
Mr. Galuska.

Hard work and crap pay.

Which is why it's interesting
you drive such a nice truck.

My aunt passed away a couple of
months ago. Left me some money.

- Why do you care?
- I care when people get hurt.

Like your parolee Alonso Garcia.

Guy got run over
in Red Hook this afternoon.

Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

Did you know Mr. Garcia tried to kill
Andrea Gutierrez two nights ago?

Like I said,
couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

I can't for the life of me figure out
what kind of grudge Alonso Garcia...

...would have against Ms. Gutierrez.
Can you?

- I think I'm ready for my lawyer now.
- Yeah.

- How'd it go?
- I'm sorry. Got a big goose egg on this.

- Galuska walked.
- Oh, no, you did great, Carter.

While you two were having
a chat, I got into his apartment.

Borrowed his computer.

You broke into his apartment?

You said you couldn't do
anything illegal.

You didn't say anything about me.

Mr. Galuska should know better than
to protect his files with his birth date.

That's a lot of money in the bank...

...for a man who makes
less than 50 grand a year.

Each deposit coincides with when he
sent one of his parolees back to prison.

He's getting kickbacks
from someone.

Prisons are big business.
The more inmates, the more funding.

Mr. Galuska took out $9900 from
his savings account three days ago.

Anything over 10
gets flagged by the IRS.

- He paid Alonso Garcia to kill Andrea.
- Not the only withdrawal.

There was another one in the
same amount last night.

- That means...
- He hired someone else to finish the job.

John!

John, what is going on?

I don't need your services anymore,
Andrea.

But I think you're gonna need mine.

Mr. Reese,
are you at the safe house yet?

Heading there now.

Okay, what the hell?

- You're in danger, Andrea.
- Um, you think?

Who was the guy with the gun?
And who are you?

Your back seemed just fine
when you went ninja on that guy.

I'm like you, I give people second chances.

- You were never in jail?
- Not in this country. Excuse me.

Mr. Reese,
an arrest report came in for the gentleman...

...you apprehended in the law library.

His name is Wendell Lentz...

...and I've confirmed that he's one
of Dominic Galuska's parolees.

We need to make sure Galuska
doesn't have more killers...

...looking for Andrea.
- What did I do?

Galuska's getting money to set up
his ex-cons and send them to prison.

You kicked a hornet's nest
with Terrence's case.

Galuska may have planted
those drugs in his home.

Oh, my God, that means Terrence
is actually innocent.

- You weren't sure?
- I wanted to be.

Terrence was given a drug test the night
he was arrested. It came back negative.

Galuska and the Department of
Corrections conveniently misplaced it.

I never got a copy of the report.

A little more digging, you'd have
found the complaints filed against him.

Parolees who said Galuska
set them up.

- I need to tell Terrence.
- Stay here...

...until I find out who else
he may have hired to kill you...

...and who Galuska's working for.

Stay here. Lock the doors and
don't open them for anyone.

I take it you know how to use this?

You grow up where I did,
you know how to handle yourself.

You're getting better
at ditching your tail.

Maybe you've got a knack
for breaking the law.

I've been going back through
Galuska's files and found a pattern.

In the past year, all the parolees
he's busted were single parents.

Which means their kids
end up in foster care.

Galuska wasn't getting paid
for the parolees...

...he was getting paid for their kids.
- Each child is worth 800 bucks a month.

Galuska's gotta be working
with someone at DFS.

DFS is a big agency.

I'm gonna have a talk
with Mary and Paul Kinsey...

...the foster parents looking after
Terrence King's kid.

You're good at this, Carter.

It's my job.

And I didn't even have
to shoot anyone to do it.

I just have a few questions,
Mr. And Mrs. Kinsey.

Promise not to take
much of your time.

- Something wrong?
- I certainly hope not, ma'am.

I see here you have
six foster children under your care.

- Is that still correct?
- It is, yes.

Okay. And, uh,
Jacob King is one of those kids?

This is about Jacob?

Uh, he misses his dad,
but he's adjusting just fine.

Do you, either of you,
know a man named Dominic Galuska?

- No, who's that?
- What about Gloria Copeland?

She's the head of
foster placement at DFS.

Hmm, where do all six of the children
that are under your care sleep?

Because it looks to me like you live
in a one-bedroom apartment.

Not much space
for six kids and two adults.

Okay, you tell me the truth now,
or I arrest both of you...

...for interfering
with a criminal investigation.

Jacob's the only child
living with us right now.

So the others on the list,
Rebecca Johnson, Trey White...

Rebecca ran away months ago.

Trey White and the other children,
they...

The others don't exist.

But I bet you're getting paid
for all of them.

Enough, Paul. You shut your mouth.

Galuska's not smart enough
to pull this off on his own.

So he had to have
a contact at DFS.

And you are going to tell me
who that person is.

We want a lawyer.

And our phone call.

Don't go anywhere.

- Who is this?
- You know who, detective.

I want you to give the Kinseys
their phone call.

You are interrupting me
in the middle of an interrogation.

Sounded like the end of an interrogation.
They asked for their lawyer.

How would you know that?

Are you bugging my phone?

I want you to give the Kinseys
their phone call.

Not until I find out
who their contact at DFS is.

We think we already know who
that person is, detective.

We've checked the DFS filings for the
last six parolees that Galuska busted.

The signatures on all six belong
Gloria Copeland.

Yeah, but that's not enough evidence
to arrest her.

DFS is a mountain of paperwork.
It'd take months to sort through it all.

If the Kinseys tip her off,
Copeland's gonna destroy the evidence.

That's exactly what we want her to do.

If we're gonna work together,
detective, a little bit of trust is in order.

Finch? Are you in?

Just.

Well, you need to move fast.

Thanks for that news flash, Mr. Reese.

Here I was, planning to move at a
sloth-like pace and get myself captured.

The scanner's installed, Mr. Reese.

Was that fast enough for you?

Hello.

Will you accept a collect call...

...from Metropolitan Detention Center,
Brooklyn on behalf of...

Terrence.
- Yes, of course.

- What's wrong?
- They're moving me to Attica tomorrow.

- What? Why?
- I don't know. But, look...

...that's not a detention facility,
that's maximum security.

And...

I can't make it in there.

I'm gonna file an injunction.

We're gonna need help
convincing a judge.

- Okay. All right.
- I'm gonna take care of this, okay, T?

Right.

We were right.

The Kinseys must have contacted
Gloria Copeland.

She's begun shredding the documents.
I'm getting the scans now.

Every time Galuska sends
one of his parolees back to prison...

...Ms. Copeland uses the foster care
paperwork to hide kids she's fabricated.

She makes it look like the parolees have
more kids than they actually do.

This scam must be worth upwards
of a quarter of a million dollars a month.

We've got a problem, then, Finch.

Gloria Copeland left work early.

She isn't the one shredding
the documents.

Galuska's got a different contact
at DFS.

Andrea, what are you doing here?

Terrence is being transferred
to Attica in the morning.

Oh. What do you want me to do about it?

Call his caseworker, Chris. Tell her to
contact the judge who made the order.

The transfer is not in the best interest
of the child.

I can't do that.

What's wrong with you? Why not?

Because I'm the one that asked
the judge to move him.

You're working with Galuska.

You know the shame of it, Andy?

Turns out you're actually
a pretty good lawyer.

Not that anyone's ever gonna know it.

I'm running a handwriting analysis on
the signatures of Copeland and Scollard.

The R's in both names are identical.

He forged her signature.

Gloria Copeland had no idea
what was going on.

Why would you do this, Chris?

How could you betray
all those families?

Those kids were better off
with foster families...

...than with their convict parents.

Terrence's son gave him a reason
to stay clean. He got a job. A life.

Who are you to take away
their chance at being a family?

I admire that bleeding heart of yours.

I'd rather it bleed
than stop beating altogether.

- He's getting away.
- No, he's not.

N.Y.P.D.
Turn around, drop your weapon.

Drop it!

You have no idea
what this means to me.

Yes, of course, I told you.

Come here, buddy.

I missed you, man.
I missed you so much.

- Um, I'll be right back.
- Yeah, yeah.

I read about your
settlement with the state.

Wrongful imprisonment,
defamation of character.

Don't forget violation of civil rights
and malicious prosecution.

You get 30 percent
of 10 million dollars.

Not bad. Maybe you can stop
sneaking into NYU's library.

I think I'm gonna start with a new
pair of shoes. Besides, I like it in there.

- Has a good vibe.
- Even after you almost got killed?

Well, I had you
and your complicated job to save me.

You ever think of having
a less hazardous profession?

Like mountain climbing
or bear wrestling?

Is it worth risking your life
for people you don't know?

You're not the only one
who believes in second chances.

Thank you.

Hey, Uncle Harold.

When you called, I assumed it was
going to be goodbye again.

No, not gonna sell the place.
Not right away, anyway.

You taking up your residency again?

No, I'm done patching people up.

And I wanna find out
more about my dad.

Look at this. This was the day
you got into med school.

He was so proud of you. Always was.

Going through his things,
I realize how little I really knew him.

I think most fathers
are a mystery to their sons.

Well, most sons don't have
the advantage of reading...

...the unauthorized biography.
Or all this.

It's from the audit the lawyers did
when he left me his half of his company.

Most of it I don't understand.

I get lost when it comes to computers.
Like you, right?

Right, ha, ha.

But there's some things
I do understand. Inconsistencies.

Like, did you know he shut down IFT
for nearly seven years?

Yes, I knew that he downsized.

He gave his employees severance
and sent them packing.

Why would he do that, heh? And look.

Whatever it was he was working on,
he sold it to the government...

...for a dollar.

So that means
it was either something worthless...

...or priceless.

Did he ever talk to you about it?

I mean, you were his closest friend.

No. He never did.

Where have you been, Finch?

I won't be back in the office today.

Maybe you should take
the day off as well.

You wanna talk about it?

Not particularly.

You admit there is something going on.

Something that you're worried about.

- That makes me worried.
- Well, you needn't, Mr. Reese.

I hope you understand that there are
certain things that I can't tell you.

Oh, I understand completely, Finch.

How's it going, Lionel?

I'm on that assignment you gave me.

Gotta say, I should at least be
getting cab fare for this.

- This job ending any time soon?
- As soon I get some answers.