All language subtitles for Person of interest s04e20

Not content with
an atlas of Patagonia,

he then proceeded to devour
a first edition Gatsby.

You want him to stop
eating your books,

stop buying 'em
leather-bound.

I'll buy you a new one.

I don't believe
I pay you enough

to replace it, Mr. Reese,
and you're missing the point.

Some things simply
cannot be replaced.

Coffee.

Finch, they didn't have
your Sencha thing,

so I got you Mint Medley.

Oh, I'll go without then,
thank you.

Hydrating on a stakeout
is a double-edged sword anyway.

You forget
your water bottle, Finch?

Okay, here he is.

Evening, Benny.

Why are we watching him again?

We have credible
information that Mr. Belasco

has run afoul of HR.

A member of that organization
may try to kill him,

or he may try to kill
one of them, I suppose,

but it seems unlikely.

Credible information, huh?

I trust that the two of you
have this covered.

Yeah, we just got to wait here

to see which dirty cop
shows up to kill Benny.

Then we'll save his life.

You make our work
sound so simple.

It must be.
You're leaving us.

You brought home a beast.

I have to walk it and water it

and feed it, lest it consume
any more of my books.

Mr. Reese.
Detective.

Uh-uh, no.

Come on, this is a classic.

Classic rock puts me to sleep.

Still trying
to get used to this.

- Being early.
- Early?

I'm Homicide, John.

Usually if you're
spending time with me,

it's because
you're already dead.

Just look at him,

just walking around.

Don't even know
what's coming for him.

He ought to,

stealing from a bunch
of corrupt cops.

Nah, I've seen a lot
of dead bodies.

You know what they all
had in common?

Not one of them looked like
they saw it coming.

Hey, Wonder Boy.

Time to pretend
to be a detective again.

Two Brotherhood guys shot dead.

I'm not answering
any questions.

Elias's guy...
sole survivor.

His name's Carlo.

See what I can find out.

Finch, I got two dead
Brotherhood guys

whose numbers never came up.

This some kind
of glitch in the Machine?

I certainly hope not.

Perhaps this is
a crime of opportunity.

The Machine only
sees premeditation.

Could be Elias
ordered the shooting

in retaliation against Dominic

for disappearing
three of his men.

And we've just received
a new number

unrelated to Dominic or Elias.

Chase Patterson, 25,

his family slain in 2008.

Chase was a prime suspect
at the time.

Was he ever convicted?

No, before he could
be charged or arrested,

Mr. Patterson
fled the country.

He's just returned
to New York City

after seven years in Paris.

You and Fusco
stay on Dominic and Elias.

I can handle
one murderer on my own.

Alleged murderer.

Maybe Chase's case
file can help clear that up.

I'll go down to evidence
and take a look.

Congratulations?

Don't go buying me
that blender just yet, Harry.

With Samaritan
hunting down the Machine,

I figured we should start
our own search for her.

I tried to get close to someone

I thought
had inside information.

It ended badly.

Not only am I still
on the market,

but we have no leads
to help us find her.

Ms. Groves, how would you like
to try your hand

at stopping a gang war?

It would involve determining

whether the Machine
is functioning properly.

When do we start?

Must be some kind of mistake.

I just wanted
the Patterson case file.

Wasn't in its proper place.

Found it in the primary
detective's effects.

Effects?

Detective's things
are evidence now.

Evidence?
Why?

She was murdered.

You're cold?

Oh, no, I'm good.

You know what's worse
than a stakeout?

Going back to
the precinct at 5:00 AM

doing three hours
of paperwork about a stakeout.

There's no paperwork
when you're working

with me and Finch.

Good thing.
The stunts you pull...

Military wasn't much better.

Lots of red tape
to go around there too.

Never cared much for red tape.

My time wasn't
like yours, though.

You were an officer.
I was a grunt.

Wasn't really good at anything,

not at first.

But later, what
were you good at then?

Taking orders.

Got a little too good at that.

You ever think
about the future,

doing something else?

Sure.

Some days, I see so much death,

I just think about
putting in my 20

and getting out.

Where would you go?

A beach.

Yeah, somewhere
where there's no blood.

No showing up
on somebody's doorstep

with news that you know
is gonna ruin their life.

Just me and a whole
lot of sunshine.

So what's stopping you?

Two hours on the beach,
and I lose my mind.

That, and I could never
take Taylor out of school.

He's doing good, you know?

He's making decent grades,
decent friends,

and Taylor is very
proud of his mom.

I'll bet he is.

Hey, partner,
what you working on?

It's just a cold case.
Nothing urgent.

Glasses and Cocoa Puffs
are gonna pay a visit

to Elias' guy Carlo.

Maybe I should stay here
and help with this case.

You're not exactly
employee of the month.

You saying I'm a bad cop?

I'm saying you're
a terrible cop.

Hey.

Everything okay with you?

Go help Finch.
I got things covered.

Caught a big one.

Home invasion, Park Avenue.

Quadruple homicide.

I'll show you how it's done.

You're the rook.
You keep the file.

Pattersons got a lot of dough,

which means they
got a lot of lawyers too.

You get what I'm saying?

Yeah, we do this by the book.

Exactly, and
I'll do all the talking.

I'm sorry, sir,
but Mr. Patterson

requested not to be disturbed.

It's Detective.

Need to take a quick look
around this place.

Chase... Mr. Patterson's been
staying in a different apartment

in the building
since he got back,

just until he sells
the penthouse where it happened.

Tell you what, I'll call
the building manager,

see if he can show you around.

All right, so
we have four victims.

Mom, dad,
two of their grown kids.

I found them here
this morning tied up,

throats slit.

Do we buy this home invasion

in a doorman building
on Park Avenue?

Could be an inside job.

You said two
of their grown kids.

Is there another?

Chase Patterson, 18, only son.

Got kicked out
of bordering school last year

because they found
drug paraphernalia in his dorm.

He's the one who found them.

You looking for something
specific, Detective?

It's just a busy day.

And you were
all present last night.

We left after
dinner was served.

And the youngest kid,
Chase, never showed.

That's right.

Did he get along
with his parents?

There was friction there.

So Chase
and his parents fought.

Constantly.

But you didn't hear anything

the night of the murders?

Nothing.

You know what this is?

You got me.

Pure jade.

Easy to carry, easy to pawn

for a good 20 grand.

So if Chase killed his family

and stole their things
for drug money,

why leave this behind?

Why don't you ask him?

What happened, Chase?

I went out for the night.

I didn't want to wake
anyone when I came home.

What did you see?

Tessa, then my other sister,

and my parents
all tied up in a row.

Someone had cut their throats.

So why was your whole family
home that night?

We had dinner there
every Sunday.

Then where were you?

Come on, Chase,
what aren't you telling me?

Nothing.

I've already told my side.

So why are you hiding it now?

I'm not hiding it.

I told her.

- Her?
- The detective.

Carter, that was
her name, right?

I gave her my alibi.

Now, tell me, Chase,
where were you last night?

At our cabin in the Catskills.

Doing what?

Relapsing.

Before last night,
I had been clean for six months.

Your parents believe that?

After my last relapse,

my mom found me unresponsive

in my bedroom.

She told me she held my hand

all the way from home
to the hospital.

Didn't let it go
until I woke up.

That sounds
about right for a mom.

I had to go to rehab.

Every day,

my mom would walk me
to meetings.

I told her, "You're
treating me like a child."

And what did she have
to say about that?

That I was a child,

her child.

When I went home this morning,

I was going to ask her
to forgive me,

and then

she was gone.

They were all gone.

Okay, Chase, you didn't do it.

Who did?

Tell me.

Either charge me or release me.

Some junkie kid kills his
entire family for drug money.

Then he sneaks off to a cabin

so no one can
corroborate his alibi.

Come on, you said it yourself.

When was the last time
you heard of a home invasion

in a doorman building
on Park Avenue?

Why don't you
want to arrest him?

I looked into his eyes.

He's damaged,

but there is no way in hell

he slit his mother's throat.

Terney.

Thank you.

The murderer's DNA
came back a familial match.

I'm going to the cabin,

see if I can
corroborate his story.

- Thank you, Carlo.
- Keep that psycho away from me.

Hey, Harold, did you
talk with Elias' guy, Carlo?

Ms. Groves just finished
questioning him.

It appears that Carlo
went to the deli

to cash in
a free sandwich coupon.

While he was waiting for it,

Dominic's men entered

and headed
for the chips and dip.

Should've had a picnic.

It does appear that this
was a crime of opportunity,

which means that the Machine

is indeed functioning
as intended.

Have you determined
whether Mr. Patterson

is a victim or a perpetrator?

Not yet, but I'm following him.

I'll meet you.

You're trying to stop
a gang war, remember?

So now that you know
all of my retirement plans,

what has the man in the suit

got planned after
he hangs up the suit?

I haven't given it
much thought.

Don't play with me, John.

I just cleaned
my service weapon.

Now, spill.

There is no after
for people like us.

No beach for you

and no retirement for me.

We don't do fairy tales.

That's how we're built.

You don't really believe that.

Tell me something.

How'd you wind up here
in the first place?

I'm pretty sure
you drove us here.

No, here, in this car,
drinking cold coffee,

stalking a bar owner
in the middle of the night.

Well, where else should I be?

You went to law school.

How about a corner
office downtown?

Thank you for proving my point.

I started off on one path,

but I changed,

because that wasn't
the end game for me, John.

You can change too.

No one changes, Carter.

You're here because this is
where you were always headed.

"No one changes," says the man

who was a hobo
the first night I met him.

You might not have changed,

but your wardrobe has.

So whatever path you were on,

you took a detour.

Yeah, but I'll get
where I'm going soon enough.

And what does that mean?

Hey, good news.

Glasses told me
to bring you dinner.

Am I interrupting something?

No, but hot dogs
aren't dinner, Fusco,

not for normal people.

Guess it's the thought
that counts.

You don't want my help?
No problem.

I got better places to be.

Good luck with this one.

What did you mean, John?

I just meant
things tend to work out

the way they're supposed to.

All right.
Whatever you like.

And what does that mean?

It means there are
two kinds of friends,

ones you talk about
the game with

and ones you share
your life with...

the real stories.

Up to you which one
you want me to be.

But you need to decide,

because, for a spy,
lying isn't your strong suit.

Someone here?

Chase.

I just came here to talk.

Why don't you come out
where I can see you?

- Carter.
- Better get back here.

I can't.
I think Chase was here.

Not unless you're at JFK.

The kid took off
on a flight to Paris

an hour ago.

And we caught a new one.

Domestic gone wrong,
Lower East Side.

No, what about the Pattersons?

I'm sorry, Carter.
You're breaking up.

Detective.

Oh!

It isn't wise
to sneak up on people.

I wasn't sneaking.
This is my place.

But those drugs aren't mine.

What do you mean?

I mean someone
must've put them there.

Someone?
Who?

Phil, what's going on?

It's Gil, not Phil,

and that's the last time
you're gonna make that mistake,

brother.

Brother?

Not that I'm proud
to call a drug addict loser

my brother.

Probably got that
from your mother's side.

You're saying
my father...

Our father!

He knew my mom in high school.

He was real nice to her
till he knocked her up.

That's who our father was.

And because of that,
you killed him

and my entire family.

What about my family?

When my mom died, I had nobody,

so I tracked my father down,

but he had a new family,

and he tried
paying me to go away.

Any father who
would give up his son twice

doesn't deserve
to have a family.

Why not kill me too?

Oh, I planned to,

but you went away.

And I had to bide my time
for seven years,

and now I get to watch you
kill yourself.

Sit.

Pick up the pills.

Swallow them.

I give you about
eight hours to live.

There's no need to be scared.

I'll be sitting
right here with you.

I'll be watching
every minute of your death.

Detective.

You cops sure have a knack

for showing up
at the wrong time.

Your colleague,
that lady detective,

she interrupted me too.

Back then, I was
too scared to kill a cop.

You know, she got shot
last year anyway?

Goes to show,
I should've killed her

when I had the chance.

When your number's up...
well, you know the saying.

Can't dig a hole
without a shovel.

Don't you go anywhere.

You're not cold?
I'm freezing here.

So we're talking
about the weather now?

Fine, what do you want
to talk about, Carter?

It's not what
I want to talk about.

It's what I'm willing
to talk about if you want to.

The night we met,

transit picked you up
on the J train at Canal.

So maybe you were going

to pay a traffic ticket
at 3:00 AM,

or maybe you were
going to take a walk

on the Brooklyn Bridge.

Is that the path
you were talking about?

Her name was Jessica,

although I think
you already know that.

She liked the rain,

sleeping in.

She told really bad jokes

and called me out
when I pretended to enjoy them.

And her laugh...

God, I loved her laugh.

You can't blame yourself
for what happened to her, John.

It's not a question of blame.
It's a fact.

She needed me,
and I left her behind.

Can I ask why?

I thought I wasn't
gonna make it back alive.

She deserved a better life

than waiting to become a widow.

She deserved happiness.

Not quite how
it worked out, though.

Sorry, John.

But I'm not buying it.

You may be able to fool
your police shrink

with that version,
maybe even yourself.

But not you, huh?

No, you're forgetting,
I was over there too.

You'd already
been deployed once

when you broke things off.

Hell, you were already
active military when you met,

so you want to tell me
what really happened?

What does it matter now?

It matters because
I'm afraid you're gonna use

this poor woman
to shut everybody out

right until the bitter end,

because whatever it is
you're not telling me,

that's the real reason
why you're alone, John.

And because time
is running out.

Time?

Hell, we got all the time
in the world.

Benny's asleep.

Be hours before Finch
brings us breakfast.

No, listen to me, John.

Your time is running out.

You're dying, John.

What?

I don't understand.

You got him, John,

the monster that killed
Chase's family,

and he got you pretty good too.

You managed to get
to Chase's car.

You need to get help,
and if you don't,

you're going to die,
and so is Chase.

I lost some blood,
but I don't think

I'll bleed out
before they get here.

Before who gets here?

Fusco, Finch, maybe Root.

You forgetting?

You didn't tell anybody
you were coming up here.

True to form,

you didn't reach out,

so I'm afraid, John,
it's just me and you.

But you're right.

You probably won't
bleed to death.

It's the cold
that'll kill you first,

unless you do
something about it.

You need to get
those keys, John.

Hey, Glasses.

That info from Carlo
lead to anything?

Sadly, no, and I've been
trying unsuccessfully

to reach Mr. Reese.

Yeah, well, good luck.

I haven't seen or heard
from the coiffed Columbo

since this morning.

Really?

Why, something got you worried?

Nothing in particular.

Where was he last time
you guys talked?

Following Chase Patterson.

Patterson... that's
the case Wonder Boy pulled?

I'm afraid so.

Well, if you do hear from him,

will you let me know?

Yeah, sure thing.

You worry too much, Harry.

I'm sure wherever he is,

the big lug
can take care of himself.

All right, keep it moving.

You know how this works...
you stop, you die.

Come on, you've seen
worse than this.

You didn't really
survive all of that

to just wind up dying now,

out here, alone,
at the hands of a psycho

who got off one lucky shot.

I didn't think so.

Attaboy, John.

I knew you could do it.

You sure you were
an interrogator,

not a drill sergeant?

I thought you liked
following orders.

Now, you think
you can make it back?

Gonna bleed to death.

Least I'm gonna listen
to some good music.

At least we can agree
on this one.

I missed you.

That's good.

Being missed means
you meant something to people

while you were here.

So...

You're a cop now?

- Not a real one.
- No?

Well, that shield
looks pretty real.

And so does the dead
bad guy in the snow.

Even got you a partner.
Poor Fusco.

Mm.

Wait.

What are we still doing here?

I can drive us back.

John, listen to me.

There's something wrong
with this heater.

- No, there's not.
- I'm burning up in here.

Why can I see your breath?

It's not too hot.
It's too cold.

Engine won't start.

Cars don't like the cold.

Come on, John.

You know this.

The heat you're
feeling is a hallucination,

the last symptom
of hypothermia.

You're freezing to death, John.

John.
John!

You got to stay awake.
Concentrate.

Where are you going?

The highway.
I can flag down a car.

That's the hypothermia talking.
You're confused.

I'm not.
Look, here comes one.

Step out of this car,
and you die.

But the light.

That's not headlights.
That's the moon.

The moon?

The storm passed.

No one's coming.

He's really got you worried,
doesn't he, Harry?

John has always
maintained a certain distance,

but this is not like him.

So have you found anything?

I managed to isolate
the location

of his phone's last connection
to our mesh network.

Unfortunately the signal
was lost soon after,

and I have no other means
of determining his location.

I'm sorry, Harry.

Beautiful, isn't it?

No noise, no people.

Nothing.

May as well tell me

why you really left her behind.

No point taking secrets
where you're going.

Trust me.

First tour...

We were outside of Herat,

making our way
through the mountains at night.

We heard shooting.

Group of Rangers

stumbled into the Taliban
in the dark.

And by the time we got there,
they were all dead.

Both sides.

Just one of those things.

We had to be
over the mountains by sunrise,

so we searched them,
took their tags,

their water, their ammunition,

and we just kept moving.

And I noticed something.

They all had a picture...

girlfriend, wife, kid.

After a while, I realized

everybody I found,
on either side, had a picture.

They were fighting
for something.

They were dying for something.

I figured maybe
if I didn't have a picture

to carry around with me

I'd be better at my job,

so when I got back,

I broke things off
with Jessica.

Maybe you're right, then.

Maybe this is the path
you've been on all along,

path that led you right here.

Don't reach out to anyone,
shut everybody out.

- Not everyone.
- What?

I didn't shut you out.

We had a connection.

I could talk with you
about important things,

the things
that really mattered.

But, John,

you never did.

What?
Of course I did.

That night we
were staking out the bar.

- We talked.
- Yes, we talked about music.

- Our jobs.
- And Jessica.

No, John.

Yes, I told you about her,

how she liked the rain
and sleeping in.

I wish we'd had
that conversation,

but we never did.

Here, this picture.

Remember?

You kept this,
and you gave it to me

when we talked about her
that night.

I kept the photo,
but I never gave it to you.

You were talking
about a path you were on.

I asked if you wanted
to talk about it,

and you didn't.

- I did.
- No.

You cracked a couple jokes.

Then you turned the radio up,

and that was it.

We never got to Jessica.

I kept that photo

to give to you
at the right moment,

when you were willing to share
that part of yourself with me,

but you never were, John.

It's like you said.

You're here because
you were always headed here.

I wanted to talk to you
about her.

I just wish we had more time.

Yeah, well, that's something
we never get enough of.

You're right.

I don't let people in.

That's not why I didn't
tell anyone about the case.

I wanted to close
this one myself.

- Just me.
- Why?

It was a chance
to be close to you again.

And I didn't want to share that
with anyone else.

There's another reason why
I kept that photo.

It was a side of you
I hadn't seen.

Happy, hopeful.

In love.

You can feel
that way again, John.

You just got to hold on.

There are people
who care about you,

who can love you.

Just got to let them in.

It's like what
you told me before...

whether I liked it or not,

I wasn't alone.

Neither are you.

Will you stay with me
just for a little bit?

Yes, of course.

Just hold on, John.

Hey, Joss.

We made it.