All language subtitles for Person of interest s03e03

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.
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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'll never find us

but victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.

- I've got this.
- No, you don't.

You're gonna blow our cover.

- I'm rowing this boat.
- Not on my watch.

Given your cover, it might be more
appropriate for Mr. Reese

to have the privilege, Ms. Shaw.

You are supposed
to be on a date, after all.

You're welcome.

- So who's our Romeo?
- His name is Ian Murphy.

He's a successful investor
in a variety of businesses,

a coffee house, a nightclub,
a microbrewery.

How's his portfolio?

Maybe he owes money
to the wrong people.

No, all his businesses
are doing quite well

and he has a stellar credit report.

He grew up quite destitute.

His parents both died
when he was just a teenager

and then a kindly uncle
left him nearly 100,000 dollars.

I suggest that one of you
gets to Murphy's apartment

in SoHo before he returns.

What do you say we pick it up
over the weekend?

I'll make you dinner.
I happen to be a great chef.

A guy who knows his opera
and can cook. I'm impressed.

- Is that a yes?
- It's an absolutely.

We gotta head back.
I gotta be uptown in 20.

I'll go to his apartment, Finch.
See what I can find.

Okay, but it's my turn
to row this thing.

Finch?
I think I got something.

Well, I hope it's regarding his phone
because I've lost our connection.

I may know why. Our guy just went
from blue blood to hipster

faster than you can say
ironic facial hair.

I don't understand
anything you just said.

He ditched his date, changed
his clothes, his whole appearance.

So this guy's up to something
and I'm betting it's nothing good.

Just arrived
at Murphy's apartment.

- Shaw, you got an update on Murphy?
- It appears our boy's a ladies' man.

I followed him
to some dive in the village.

New image, new girl.

We could go back to my place.

Guy's a chameleon.

Organized, efficient, sociopathic.

Not that there's anything wrong
with that.

It seems Mr. Murphy
finds his dates online.

He meets most of the women
on smartphone applications

like Tinder and Angler.

Members put up a profile
and then sign in at a given location.

So much for keeping the mystery alive
in a relationship.

Finch, he's keeping records.

Detailed flies,
tracking dozens of women.

- Where's he getting the information?
- From your typical stalker sites.

Anything that promises
a decent background check.

It's like he's hunting them.

Why don't we just take him out now?

Just because he's a stalker
doesn't mean he's a killer, Ms. Shaw.

I wouldn't be so sure, Finch.

He's got a missing persons flyer
for a woman named Jenna Lakritz.

And there's an article he printed out

about a woman
who died last week.

Says it was a car accident.

Car accident's a good way
to cover up a homicide.

Exactly what I was thinking.

This guy may have graduated
from stalker to killer after all.

No, ma'am.
We're still searching hospitals.

But we're closing in on her.

She worked on his desk
for nearly six months.

Knew about the program.

I have a feeling
Ms. May knows exactly

where Northern Lights is located.

Well, if not, at least
we'll know for sure.

Then I'll take care of her.

Maybe a few decades in a black site.
Or something less cushy.

Yes, ma'am. I'll call you as soon
as I have a location.

You seem calmer today, Robin.

I am.
It's almost time for me to leave.

Where is it that you're going?

You know, that's a good question.
I'm not certain yet.

Because the voice
is going to tell you?

You're catching on.

Is the voice speaking
to you right now?

Does it look like I'm talking
to anyone other than you, doctor?

You realize that phone isn't
connected to a wireless carrier.

- God doesn't need AT&T.
- Mm-hmm.

Haven't I already proven to you
just how powerful she is?

Well, you've certainly proven
the power of your mind.

You've demonstrated
great intelligence

and no doubt computer skills.

Which is how you learned all those
nasty things about me.

- You know, Robin, we're all fallible.
- Well, not all of us.

I suppose it's you who needs therapy.

It sounds like
you have a lot to work on.

I can help you, Robin.

You suffer from delusions
of grandeur,

something caused
by your underlying condition.

It's not a condition.
It's the future.

By the time you figure out
what's really happening,

I'll have transcended this reality.

Why does your transcendence

require your imprisonment
in this facility?

- She has a plan.
- Which is what?

I don't know yet.

But I can't wait to find out.

Anything on the women
Murphy's stalking?

The missing woman, Jenna Lakritz,
is a former girlfriend of his.

I'm able to look at her cell history,
but Mr. Murphy uses Vanish-text,

an application designed
to delete his messages

as soon as they've been read.

Good for cheaters and killers.

What about the girl
that was killed last week?

Dana Wellington.
Daughter of Bruce Wellington.

Auction house owner,
philanthropist, real estate magnate.

Can't seem to find anything
connecting her to our Mr. Murphy

except for the fact
that they attended the same college.

Mr. Reese,
you didn't happen to purchase

a new collar for Bear, did you?

Or this gigantic cow femur
that he's eating?

I've been a little busy, Finch.

Seems Bear has a stalker of his own.

As for Mr. Murphy,
he frequents a club called "Blur."

I ran the names from the files
you discovered

against women
who use the Angler application.

All of them have checked
into that club at least once.

I'll head there tonight.

I'll just access the club's database
and create a reservation for you.

Hold off on that.
I may have another idea.

We don't have enough proof
to call the cops.

That doesn't mean we can't set up
a trap of our own.

What are you suggesting?

Until we can figure out
if he's a killer or not,

I say we stack the deck.

- Yeah?
- Hello, Detective.

I was hoping you could come
by the safe house tonight.

I think I can assure you
it'll be more interesting

than arresting
aging corporate attorneys

for driving under the influence.

You wanna give me the headlines?

Only that it will require
evening attire.

What I mean to say is,
something elegant

but also less than conservative.

Just what kind
of job is this, Finch?

Not bad.

Considering the last time I saw you,
you were in a body bag.

I've been in worse places.

I think this just might work.

- So, this is where the party is.
- Ms. Morgan.

This is Ms. Shaw
and you know Detective Carter.

- Heard you came back from the dead.
- Only eight more lives left.

- Zanotti's?
- Good eye.

So we're your bait.

Rather a crude way of putting it,
but I suppose it's apt.

Our target is a chameleon
and probable killer.

Just once, I wish you fellas
would call with something

that didn't require a firearm.

Why? Are you not carrying?

I know better than
to show up unprepared.

- You have the Nano?
- Yeah.

I've been dying for one of these.

- You can borrow it any time.
- Mm. It's pretty.

Little gift from John.

And, now that everyone
is sufficiently well-armed,

I've taken the liberty of creating
profiles for all of you on Angler.

So please, download this application
onto your phones

so that you can check in
once you arrive at the club.

I'd like to see that profile.

- Really? A yoga instructor?
- You'd prefer trained killer?

Mr. Murphy favors this application
when looking for new targets.

And as far as getting his attention,
I doubt that that will be an issue.

You'll have to use your charm, Shaw,
not your sidearm.

I hope that's not a problem.

What is that supposed to mean?

I don't look good?
Because I think I look good.

You look fine, Shaw.
You just look... angry.

All the time.

We'll work on it in the car.

- Right here, lady.
- Thank you.

Have a good time.

So where's our target?

Manager says he shows
around midnight.

Then what are we
doing here so early?

I was not gonna let those boys
send us off as killer bait

- without getting something in return.
- I like your style.

Sorry, girls, my system
only runs on diesel.

So, what should we drink to?

Here's hoping
nobody gets serial-killed.

Okay, ladies,
time for us to check in.

How you doing up there, Fusco?

Yeah, all clear.
Although this place is a rip-off.

Club soda cost me five dollars.

Nice view, though.

Joss. Relax.

Lionel's upstairs, John's outside.

Shaw's ready to shoot anybody
who looks at her sideways.

- Let's go have fun.
- I second that.

Woo!

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey. How you doing?

Heads up, ladies.
Our boy just landed.

Do you mind if I join you?

Sure.

So I got a lot of respect
for what you do, Joss.

It's a scary world out there.

Very true.

Never know what kind
of creeps you'll run into.

I can't believe that they allow cops
to be so sexy though.

There should be a law against that.

All right. I should know better
than to give you a line.

I do like the way you smile though.

- Another line.
- No, not even a little bit.

Let me make you dinner
tomorrow night.

I'll work on my witty banter.

I happen to be a great cook.
It's one of my many talents.

This is our chance,
Detective Carter. Please say yes.

- Yes.
- Yes!

Heads up, partner.
Our guy's watching you.

Now he's tailing you.

He's still on your tail
so don't go home, okay?

Where am I supposed to go, Fusco?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm good. Where'd he go?

I saw the guy disappear
up the street.

Safe to say if he was looking
for his next victim, he found her.

Where's Mr. Reese?

Staying out with Caner
until her date tonight.

Good boy.

I have had some luck tracing
the money he received nine years ago.

I thought it came from his uncle.

Actually, it came from a shell
corporation out of Switzerland,

funded by Bruce Wellington.

So there's a connection
to the dead girl after all.

Look. This is a GPS map
of one of Murphy's SIM cards.

He was in the Hamptons last week.

Same day
as Dana Wellington's funeral.

Sicko was probably
reliving his crime.

Maybe Carter can get
more info on her date.

- So, what are we having?
- Don't worry. Nothing with tree nuts.

- How did you know I was allergic?
- I pay attention.

See, if more guys did that, they'd
find the opposite sex less confusing.

That's not an answer.

You pushed away a little bowl
of almonds at the club.

Your face said
it was out of protection,

so, severe nut allergy.
Hm?

- You'd make a good detective.
- Huh.

You know, that's funny.

I was thinking the same thing
about you.

What do you mean?

The way you were watching
everyone in the club.

I know your Angler profile
says you're an officer

but you seem
more like a detective to me.

Well...

...I was a detective.
Homicide.

But I'm doing
something different now.

It's not where I thought
I would wind up...

...but it's where
I need to be right now.

Well.

- What's he doing? Should I shoot him?
- Not yet.

What?

Sorry. Just shiitake mushrooms.

I wasn't making a move.

Yet.

- She doesn't have her guard up.
- You're joking.

That woman's got a guard of steel.
You two have a thing or something?

Because, I mean, I clocked you
and Zoe right off the bat

- but I never thought you and Carter...
- We're just friends.

Well, your "just friend"
is doing her job.

She gets this guy to trust her
maybe he makes a move.

And we can finally shoot him.

So, what do you do for a living, Ian?

I own pieces of a bunch
of small companies.

How did you get started?
Help from friends or family?

Kind of.

I've been an emancipated minor
since I was 17.

Then one day I'm in college,

some lawyer shows up
with a check for 100 grand.

From some uncle I had never met,
and all of a sudden I...

Well, I had these options.

Never really had those before,
so I started my own business.

If I was gonna be alone,
I was gonna do it on my own terms.

So, how long have you
and Zoe been special friends?

Well, I haven't really
counted the days, Shaw.

What about you?
Any big dates lately?

Been too busy saving the world
from bad guys.

Besides, relationships
are for amateurs.

Guys these days
have so many emotions.

They cry, they wanna be held.

I just don't know
what to do with them.

So... you're a nun?

I'm a pragmatist, John.

I go out, have a fun night, or three.

And then... I move on, you know?
No muss, no fuss.

Hm...

Password, please.

My hands are a little shaky.

Side effect from the Thorazine,
I suppose.

Would you mind typing it in for me?

Thank you.

Prescription
from Dr. Ronald Carmichael.

Desflurane. Two vials, please.

No, make it three.

You didn't have to walk me out.

Well, I didn't want you waiting
for a cab all by yourself.

- I know, you're a cop, but...
- But you're a gentleman.

I try.

I had a really nice time
with you tonight, Joss.

Yeah, I did too.

And you know what?
You were right.

That was the best
Chilean sea bass I've ever had.

Good.

Two bogies coming your way, Carter.

All right. All right, guys.

No need for violence, guys.
Just, you know, take what you want.

Unfortunately for you, Ian,
we're not here for your wallet.

Ready?
- Ready, ready.

- Nice aim, Shaw.
- Back at you.

Ian, are you okay?

Be a hell of a lot better if you
told me who you actually were, Joss.

Hey. I got some interesting
information

from muggers dumb and dumber.

- I imagine they were hired hands?
- Bingo.

Said a guy by the name of Kip Davis
hired them.

I made a few calls,
found out this guy, Davis,

head of security
for Bruce Wellington.

And that's certainly
not a coincidence.

Thank you, Detective.

I get that, but how did you know

that someone was
gonna come after me?

We had inside information
that someone wanted you dead.

Or maybe
it was the other way around.

Wait. You...
You think I'd hurt someone?

We've seen your stalker stash, Ian.

It's not stalking.
It's research.

Women like that I can
anticipate their needs.

They're used to guys
doing the bare minimum.

I go above and beyond.
Try it sometime.

You're hunting them.

I want their info,
they're giving it to me straight up.

And, yeah, I get a little overly
efficient in my due diligence, but...

...they like it.

If they liked it so much, how come
those relationships don't last?

They're not supposed to.
It's kind of the point.

Mr. Murphy, why would
Bruce Wellington want you dead?

Were you involved with his daughter?

Ian, tell us what's going on
so we can help you.

Dana and I, we met
when she was still in college

and I was tending bar, trying
to keep up with my student loans

and we fell in love.

No research needed.

Mr. Fortune 500 did not appreciate

his daughter dating poor,
white Southie trash, but...

...then Dana got pregnant.

Now, you gotta understand this.

Wellington, he rules that family
with an iron fist.

So one day one of Wellington's
lackeys shows up at my door

and he tells me that,
Dana got an abortion...

...and he gives me a check.

He says that I have to get out
of town or Wellington'll ruin me.

So you took the money?

Dana was all I had in the world.

And I must have called her 100 times
and she never called me back.

She was terrified of her father.
They all were.

And that was... nine years ago.

And I haven't had anything to do
with her or her family since.

Until you went to her funeral.

How could I not go?

Wellington saw me and he flipped out
and started screaming,

right there at Dana's grave.

Why would he be so upset with you
after all this time?

I don't know, Joss.

I swear.
I didn't stay to find out.

- I like Bear's new collar.
- Seemed more his style.

That dinosaur bone
from you as well?

- Yeah, he loves that thing.
- His intestines beg to differ.

Shaw, take a look at this.

Are you both seeing
what I'm seeing?

That kid's what? Eight? Nine?

I suppose we now know
why Mr. Wellington wants Ian dead.

Dana didn't have
an abortion after all.

Daddy probably figured Ian showed up
at the funeral to take away his heir.

I think it's time we meet
Mr. Wellington in person.

What should
Detective Caner tell Ian?

The truth.

I don't understand.

Dana's sister, Marissa,
raised him as her own.

She was ten years older.

I imagine she seemed like
a more suitable parent at the time.

How could they do this to me?
Why would Dana lie?

Like you said, Mr. Wellington
is a very powerful man,

willing to do anything
to keep up appearances.

Dana knew that a lie
was the only thing

that would get you to leave Boston.

So he gets
to take everything from me.

My home and my... my child?

No, Ian. He doesn't.

Because we're going
to set things right.

How?

Finch is going to break
into the kid's locker,

take Alex's school-issued water
bottle and use it for the DNA tests.

Sounds like a safe enough plan.
I'm going with him.

It's not safe, Ian.

All I wanna do is put eyes
on my son, Joss.

In case I don't get the chance again.

- Sir? Ms. Morgan.
- Ms. Morgan.

Thank you for meeting with us,
Mr. Wellington.

- And how's our mutual friend?
- She sends her best.

This is John Wiley,
the collector she told you about.

Zoe says you're a man
who can find things no one else can.

She flatters me but it's also true.

I'm looking for a privately owned
Child with Dove.

I'm willing to pay whatever it takes.

Hm.

If you boys will excuse me,
I need to powder my nose.

- Nice entrance.
- Thanks. Where's the safe?

Old school.
Excellent.

You know, proving the kid is Ian's
may not get Wellington off his back.

I'm just the safecracker.
I leave the messy stuff to Harold.

Well, you better hurry up, Shaw.

Looks like Wellington is about
to take his grandson

on a long trip outside the country.

Where are they taking him?

Alex has been enrolled
at a London boarding school.

They leave tomorrow morning.

So it's over.

Even if we get a DNA sample,

that wont stop Wellington
from trying to kill me.

It will if we leverage
the child's paternity.

The Wellington legacy
is all he cares about.

I can assure you, a man like this
will do anything to protect his name.

Excuse me for a moment.

- Black.
- Kilo.

- Tango.
- Penguin.

- Alpha.
- Kilo.

- Two.
- Delta.

Gold.

Stoneridge Hospital.

Yes, hello. I was calling to check up
on Ms. Robin Farrow.

This is her uncle, Harold Wren.

Hello, Mr. Wren.
Robin is doing quite well.

Although you're the second person
to call on her today.

Who was the first?

He wouldn't give us a name, so we
wouldn't give him any information.

- Where's Joseph?
- He called in sick today.

I'm Ian. So buckle up.

I already did.

Mr. Reese, I believe Mr. Murphy
just kidnapped his son.

- Ian's birth certificate isn't here.
- It takes days to run DNA.

- The Wellingtons will leave tomorrow.
- Reese.

You're right, that is a lovely
depiction of postmodernism.

But, may I ask you something?

What's that, Mr. Wiley?

Where is your
grandson's birth certificate?

You stole a child from his father.

Alex has a father.

No. Alex has an aunt and an uncle
who raised him as their own.

I'm going to ask you one more time,
Mr. Wellington.

Where is your grandson's
birth certificate?

My grandson will never know that
piece of white trash is his father.

Alex is an heir, not the help.

Security will show you out.

If you weren't gonna do that,
I was.

Okay.
What do we do now?

- Ian, where are you?
- I just did something really stupid.

I usually go home right after school.

Yeah, I thought we could do
something different today.

Why? What's today?

Well, Alex...

...I knew your mom a long time ago.

Well, she gets mad
if I come home late.

Right.
Well, I'm sure she doesn't...

What I meant to say was that
I knew your Aunt Dana.

Oh.

- Aunt Dana died.
- Yeah, I know.

And I know that makes you really sad.

Makes me sad, too.

To have someone you love
just vanish from your life.

It's hard to understand,
even when you're grown up.

How did you know her?

- From school?
- Yeah.

See? We were good friends.

She used to read me stories
when I was little.

Then I got older
and she let me read to her.

She liked Harry Potter.

I wish I hadn't lost touch with her.

I wish I had...

- ...met you a lot sooner.
- Why?

You seem like someone
I'd really like to know.

Hi, Alex. I'm Officer Carter,
here to take you home.

But first I need to talk to my friend
Ian for a minute.

Tell you what.

Why don't you go buy yourself
an ice cream, okay?

Okay.

I knew it was a stupid move
the second I did it but that's...

I just found out that I have a son.

Now these people, they wanna just
take him away from me again?

I'm not gonna let that happen, Ian,
but we gotta do this right.

Here you go.

Hey.

I never told you
how much I liked the uniform.

- Another line?
- Not even a little.

Friend of mine knows people
who know people

that have dirt on doctors
to the rich and famous.

I'm about to submit that
into evidence.

So... are you ready
to be a father for real?

More than you could possibly know.

I'm happy for you.
And for Alex.

Happy enough to celebrate
over a drink?

Maybe after the dust settles.

- You still have my number.
- Yeah.

What's different
about you tonight, Robin?

I feel relieved.
Like a great weight's been lifted.

I am so pleased to hear that.

It sounds like your
medication is working.

No.
It's finally time for me to leave.

I see. Okay, Robin, the only way
you can leave this facility

is with my signature, which you're
not gonna get any time soon.

You need to start participating
in your therapy.

It's the only way to get well.

I am participating.

And it's been...

...educational, to say the least.

But there's a government operative
who's coming to kill me

which means you
and I have run out of time.

Okay, that sounds to me like
what we call a persecution complex.

Oh, he's quite real, I assure you.

So, you see, sadly...

...I need to be moving on.

Okay. So, um...

...you're going to escape?

How do you plan on doing that?

First the phone on your desk
will ring.

She'll be letting me know it's time.

Then I'll punch you
in the carotid artery.

It'll hurt, Ronald,
but it won't kill you.

Then I'll take your car keys.

And then, the guards,
how will you manage them?

I won't have to.

They'll be incapacitated from the
desflurane in the ventilation system.

It vaporizes at 75 degrees.

Which the building climate control

has been programmed to reach
ten minutes ago.

Okay, this voice that you hear,
she is gonna do all this?

Of course not.

She sees everything,

but there's very little
she can do about it herself.

That's where I come in.
She tells me what to do and I do it.

Well, she did help me a little
with stealing the desflurane

from the automatic dispensing system.

Don't worry. I closed the vents
in your office two days ago.

It should have cleared out by now.

Do you hear
how quiet it is out there?

Must be almost time.

Are you as excited
about this as I am?

How long are you gonna
keep him waiting?

- He promised to walk me home.
- Yeah, that's very chivalrous of him.

Okay, fine.
I should probably get going.

Yeah, I need to go, too.
I have a date. With my son.

Nice work tonight, ladies.

Good night.

What do you think?
You wanna get out of here?

Okay.
But you're sleeping at my place.

Hello, there.

Oh, my God.
What have you done?

Don't worry.
I didn't kill them.

Like you said,
I've been making progress.

The man coming after me,
on the other hand,

will almost certainly kill you, so...

...you probably should run.

Pardon me.

Shh...

Did you really think
she would abandon me?

Really?
Even this guy?

I guess you're the boss.

So long, Doc.
And thanks for all the help.

I think I really am much better now.

Finch, what's wrong?
- Mr. Reese, we have a problem.
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