All language subtitles for Person Of Interest S01e05 Judgement

FINCH:
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.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

[TIRES SCREECH]

KOSKA [OVER PHONE]:
Yeah. We've got a problem.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

What's good here?

That won't work, Mr. Reese.

- What won't?
- Your interrogation technique.

"What's good here?"
It's an innocent question.

No question is ever innocent
from you.

You're trying to determine
whether I come here often.

Armed with that knowledge,
you'll try to figure out where I live.

You're paranoid, Finch.

With good reason.

Maybe I just don't know
what's good here...

...so I'm asking a regular.

Enjoy your meal, Mr. Reese.

REESE:
Samuel Gates.

The next number on your list.

Bus is here.

So what do we have on him?

Born in South Boston.
Law degree from NYU.

[OVER PHONE] He lives on
the Upper West Side with his son, Sam.

- Where's the wife?
- She died last year.

REESE:
Any chance Gates was involved?

FINCH: Not unless he found a way
to give her cancer.

Elizabeth Gates was diagnosed with
an inoperable brain tumor last April.

- By November, she was gone.
- So the son is all he has left.

CHRISTINA: Wait.
- Oh, don't forget your lunch.

- What do we know about the nanny?
- Christina Rojas.

- Gates hired her when his wife fell ill.
REESE: The kid sure likes her.

Spends a lot of time with him.
By the hours she's billing...

...I'd say Gates was putting in
long days at the office.

REESE:
He lost the woman he loved.

Probably threw himself into his work
to cope.

- Where's his office?
- Criminal Court, city of New York.

Which may explain why the machine
has sent us his social.

GATES:
Absolutely not.

This is direct evidence,
properly obtained.

REESE: So odds are, he's the victim,
not the perpetrator.

FINCH:
Judges get plenty of death threats.

MATTHEWS: It doesn't pass
the balancing test. Probative value...

I know what the balancing test is,
counselor.

REESE:
Gates gets more death threats than most.

Word at the courthouse is
he's waging a one-man war on crime.

Tough, by the book,
making lots of enemies.

If video of the actual crime
is unfairly prejudicial...

...I think we might have to give up
on the entire concept of trial by jury.

The video's in.

FINCH: Everyone has enemies. The machine
identifies malice and intent to harm.

We need to determine
which threat it saw, which one is real.

REESE: Until we know, my best bet
is to stay close to Gates...

...in case somebody makes a move.

Looks like he's got
quite a collection of enemies.

Mr. Reese, any sign of a threat?

Does cholesterol count?

I'm nearly done analyzing
the threatening letters.

There are nine that I still can't source,
but I've identified six possible suspects.

Any of them white guys
with crew cuts?

FINCH:
Not that I'm aware of.

MAN 1: I'll call you back as soon
as I get into town.

WOMAN 1:
All right, thanks very much.

[KEYPAD BEEPS]

MAN 2:
Yeah, that's fine.

WOMAN 2:
I just got out now.

Finch, what's the son's name again?

Samuel Gates Jr. Why?

I think we've been following
the wrong Sam Gates.

Hey, Christina. You're not gonna believe
what Mark C said to Ms. Kizer today.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[SAM MUMBLING]

[GRUNTS]

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

I can't be there in time
if I'm getting bad information.

The machine did not send us
the wrong number.

If it says Judge Gates is in danger,
he is.

- Well, tell that to his son.
- The kidnapping must connect.

It could be the first step in a larger plot
that ends with the judge dead.

We can still put a stop to it, all of it.
But we need a plan.

I have a plan: Find Sam.

The man just lost his wife.
I won't let him wind up alone.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Judge Gates.

SAM [OVER PHONE]: Dad?
- Hey, Sam.

SAM:
Dad...

What's wrong?

KOSKA [OVER PHONE]:
He's fine, Your Honor. For now.

Who are you?

- And where is my son?
KOSKA: No cops. No feds.

Tell anyone and he's dead. Keep quiet
and you'll hear from us tonight.

Wait.

Look, we can handle this ourselves.

Just tell me what you want.

[DIAL TONE]

[KEYPAD BEEPING]

SAM [ON VOICEMAIL]:
This is Sam. Leave a message.

[KEYPAD BEEPING]

Uh, Christina, this is Judge Gates.

Please call me back.

Hi, uh, this is Judge Gates.
Is Sam there with Daniel?

DANIEL'S MOM [OVER PHONE]:
No. Is everything okay?

Oh, God.

Let's figure out
how we get your son back.

Who are you?

I'm here to help you.

Where is Sam? Where is my son?

You're with the kidnappers, aren't you?

No. I tried to stop them.

The kidnappers made contact.
That's good.

That means they wanna negotiate.

They won't hurt your son
as long as he's worth something.

What do you mean,
you tried to stop them?

- You were there?
- I was.

But not soon enough.

How did you know
they were gonna take him?

Who the hell are you?

You have two questions right now:
"Who are you?" and "Where is my son?"

Which one do you wanna focus on?

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

They were in my house.
How'd they get past the alarm?

I've tapped your phone and I'm
setting up surveillance on your street.

It's our best shot at ID'ing them.

Where's Christina? She was supposed
to be here when he got home.

REESE:
I didn't see her.

Could she be in on it?

That's impossible.

She loves Sam.

Judge.

Have you received
any kidnapping threats?

Tried any cases involving kidnappers?

I have about $300,000 in the bank.

If this is about money, I can pay.

Whatever this is about,
I'm gonna find your son...

...and I'm gonna bring him home.

Stay here and wait for the next call.

They said no cops, no FBI.

They didn't say anything about me.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

REESE [OVER PHONE]: Okay, Finch,
you should have audio on his land line...

...and video of the street
outside Gates' house.

I wanna save that boy as much as
you do, but remember, Mr. Reese...

...we don't need a judge asking
about who we are and what we do.

I can't work a kidnapping
from arm's length.

I'll worry about Gates
once we get Sam back.

Where are we on the kidnappers?
Any luck tracing their call?

I'm afraid not. It was Voice over IP,
anonymized through the Internet.

REESE: What about the phone
the spotter threw in the trash?

FINCH:
It's a disposable, obviously.

Not much on the SIM card.

Some disconnected numbers and
a handful of texts, all equally cryptic.

So I'm trying to hack the cell company
for more information...

...but their firewall is impressive.

You can't get in? You built a machine
that spies on the entire country.

When you work for the government,
access is not a problem.

Things are different now.

I'll figure it out.

Well, figure it out quick.
The kidnappers killed the nanny.

They must have gotten
Gates' alarm code out of her.

WOMAN [OVER PHONE]:
911 emergency. Hello?

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

- Hey, you seen Carter?
MAN: Nope.

[SIGHS]

Detective.

You came down from the 51 st,
right, Fusco?

The Bronx's finest.

What brought you here?

I wanted a change of scenery.

Wanted or needed?

- You got something you wanna say?
- I heard rumors that got me concerned.

[CHUCKLES]

I just like to know
what I'm dealing with.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Carter, I'm gonna buy you a coffee,
since you've been so nice.

Cream, no sugar.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

Oh, he comes when he's called. Good.

Now if I could just train you
to stop trying to kill me.

[FUSCO CHUCKLES]

How long am I gonna have to
work down here?

Commute's a bitch.

You should be grateful.

Takes some guys years
to make Task Force.

Plus, I let you live.

Carter, is she getting close?

All I know right now is
you pissed off real police.

She's not gonna stop
till she's got you.

Is that it?

Ballistics.

And find out if there have been
any ransom kidnappings reported.

White guys with crew cuts,
one with long hair.

Kidnapping's big news.
I'd have heard something.

REESE:
What about AMBER Alerts?

Child abduction?
Is that what we're dealing with?

"We"? Heh.

- Since when are you on board?
- It's a missing kid.

Whatever else I've done, I'm still a cop.
If you need some help, you let me know.

Do you understand?

FINCH [OVER PHONE]:
I cracked the cell company's firewall.

The spotter's phone was purchased
with cash and a phony name.

But our kidnappers have to sleep
somewhere.

Location data puts this phone on
the same block in Brooklyn every night.

Fourteenth between
Franklin and Wythe.

REESE:
Then I'll hit him where he lives.

[YELLS]

Finch?

- I just found our guy.
- Is he talking?

Not at the moment.

Turski, Leon Josef, with an F.
Hold on.

I know who has Sam.

Szajka Pruszkeiw Dziewiec: SP-9.

It's a nasty street gang
from Eastern Europe.

Dealt with them
in your former employment?

They were trading with
the Pashtun warlords. Guns for heroin.

But they also run kidnappings
in Warsaw.

Looks like they just opened up
a new branch in New York.

Come on, let's go for a ride.

MAN:
That's all I need, detective.

CARTER:
Thank you.

- Carter, Homicide. I got your message.
- Hey. Detective Olson. I got your BOLO.

White male, 6'2", graying temples,
nice suit.

Super said he saw him leaving
at the time of the 911.

- You get audio on the call?
- What audio? Nobody said "boo."

ME said she was dead
two hours before.

So, uh, you think your guy killed her?

No. I think he called 911.

Great. She's FOB from Puerto Rico.
No family, no boyfriend.

Man, I thought you were gonna
gift wrap this for me.

What kind of work did she do?

Oh, she was a nanny on the West Side.

We got unis talking to her clients.

So if your guy wasn't the shooter,
what was he doing here?

GATES:
Someone killed Christina?

Oh, God.

She wasn't here
when Sam came home.

Sam?

My son.

She wasn't here when he came home
from school so he called me.

I came home to be with him.

He's upstairs playing now.

Thanks for your time, judge.

Christina was, uh...

She was, uh...

...with us
the night that Elizabeth died.

She was so good with Sam.

She was just a kid.

Hey, he's alive, okay?

As long as they need him,
Sam's still alive.

You don't know that.

I need your help, judge.

Have you ever heard
of Szajka Pruszkeiw, SP-9?

What are you, an ex-cop? FBI?

I have experience in situations like this.
That's all you need to know.

Yeah?

Well, maybe you're not enough.

Maybe I should call those officers
and tell them the truth.

I know how to be invisible,
the police and FBI don't.

But I'm going after your son,
regardless.

Now, have you ever heard of
a gang called SP-9?

No.

Who are they?

[PHONE RINGING]

That's them now.

Hello?

MAN: You're alone?
GATES [OVER PHONE]: Yes.

I need proof that my son is alive.
Put Sam on the phone.

SAM [OVER PHONE]: Dad?
- Sam.

- Are you hurt?
SAM: Dad, please, I wanna go home.

Sam? Sam?

MAN:
Relax, Your Honor.

Your son is just fine. He's a good boy.

Smart like you.

How much?
I'll pay anything you want.

See? Smart.

But fortunately for you,
we don't want your money.

We want your help.

There's a case in your court right now.

The People v. Angela Markham.

The People are going to lose.

- What?
MAN: Throw the case, judge.

Angela Markham walks...

...or your son dies.

Angela Markham?

She mowed down some guy
in a parking garage.

It's a simple hit-and-run.

Well, now she's become the key
to finding your son.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

GATES: Angela Markham is an account exec
at a tech company near the Trade Center.

Six weeks ago, she got drunk
at an office retirement party...

...and hit a CPA on her way out.

Charged with DWI
and vehicular manslaughter.

It's just a random accident.

What's this woman have to do with
the people who took my son?

REESE:
I don't know, but...

...it's not just Sam's life
they're playing with.

They're planning to kill you too.

How can you know that?
Where are you getting your information?

Let's say I have a source
and it's never wrong.

Look, these people
can't be reasoned with.

They can't be trusted.

If we're gonna save your son,
I need to find a way to hurt them.

The trial resumes in 30 minutes.
What do I do?

Just stall. Make it look like
you're cooperating.

Buy me time.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

Well, this isn't a street gang,
this is a multinational corporation.

REESE:
Hmm.

SP-9 is active in at least 18 countries
in Europe, Asia.

After Interpol took down the old
Pruszków Mafia, they got smarter.

Started hiding their tattoos,
studied military discipline, computers.

They have almost no digital footprint.

I have yet to found anything
that could help us find Gates' son.

Then focus on her.

Somehow this girl
and that gang connect.

My best guess, whoever
she's sleeping with is high up in SP-9.

I bet her boyfriend knows
where they're keeping Sam.

While I'm checking into the girl,
what'll you be doing?

Tracking down the rest of them.

[GRUNTING]

The longest it's ever taken me
to break someone is 16 hours.

[MUMBLING]

You don't look like you're gonna
set a record. Wanna talk?

You must like it in there.

Caught a fresh one?

CARTER:
My guy in a suit led me to another case.

Nanny from the Bronx.
Murdered on her lunch break.

FUSCO: Shooter dug the slugs out, huh?
- Just the one.

And I'm not so sure
that was the shooter.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

It's my ex, I gotta take this.

You got a creepy sense of timing, man.

REESE [OVER PHONE]:
Ballistics report, detective.

Squat. Your slug's not in the system.

But I'm pretty sure
Carter's working your crime scene.

Does this nanny have anything to do
with the missing kid?

REESE:
I'll call when I need something else.

Hey, whoa, whoa, you need all the help
you can get right now.

If I can ID the nanny killer,
it might help you with the kid.

Am I wrong?

REESE:
I'll give you a way to contact me.

Keep me posted
and keep Carter out of my way.

So, what do we got?

Primary's thinking romance gone bad,
but those are always so messy.

This is too clean.

Look at the circles
on this entrance wound.

How many pissed-off boyfriends
you know go out and buy a silencer?

Romance, my ass. Your killer is a pro.

Pull up a chair.

BAILIFF:
All rise.

The honorable Judge Gates presiding.

Be seated.

In the matter of
the People v. Angela Markham...

...court is now in session.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

[TIRES SCREECH]

REESE:
Hey, Leon. How's the ride back there?

[LEON GROANS]

Ah.

Now, you can have this juicy burger...

...or you can go for another spin.

All you have to do is help me
find a scared little boy.

I don't know where he is,
I swear to God.

Who's Angela Markham?

- What does she have to do with SP-9?
- I never heard of her.

I don't know why they wanted that kid.

- You don't know much, do you?
- That's how they run it.

We work in small teams, cells.

So who's in your cell? Full names.

We only use street names.

A-K, Krakow, Sops, Ziom.

Look, ugh, there's four guys, that's all I
know. Will you please let me out of here?

- For no names and no info?
- No, no, no, wait, wait, wait. Okay.

I know a place.

It's 3185 Lorimer.

That's where I go to get paid.

Good.

How am I supposed to eat it?

You'll figure it out.

OFFICER: I observed a white SUV
driving erratically at high speed.

I stopped the vehicle
for a possible DWI.

RAMIREZ: And what did you see
when you approached the car?

Blood. On the front left fender.

Objection. Facts not in evidence.

Sustained.

Uh, how did the vehicle look?

OFFICER: Front-end damage.
A red fluid that appeared to be blood...

- Objection, Your Honor.
- Sustained.

- What happened then?
OFFICER: The defendant got out.

She appeared to be intoxicated...

- Objection.
- Sustained.

- Your Honor.
- Counselor...

...I'm gonna give you some time
to better prepare your witness.

Resume at 10 a.m. Tomorrow.

[BANGS HAMMER]

[PHONE RINGING]

- Judge Gates.
- I'm disappointed, Your Honor.

How did you know I was here?

Did she tell you?

Who is Angela Markham to you
anyway?

You don't want your son back,
is that it?

Let me talk to him.

Not until you stop stalling.

Look...

...I have to do this right
or the DA can appeal.

You want her free,
I have to make sure she stays that way.

Do it right. And do it fast.

And don't forget
what you're playing for.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

We're running out of time, Mr. Reese.

REESE [OVER PHONE]:
Did you dig up anything on Angela?

Going through contacts and e-mails as
we speak. Any progress with the gang?

REESE: I got an address from Leon Turski.
On my way now.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

KOSKA [OVER PHONE]:
It's as good as done.

You think I'm stupid?
It's not done until I'm free and clear.

KOSKA:
This is bad for business.

My clients are asking questions.

- That's not my problem.
- You are the problem.

My operation is in jeopardy
because you had too many shots.

ANGELA: Unless you know someone
who can do what I do, our deal stands.

Once you get the charges dropped,
I go back to work. Business as usual.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

[YELLS]

- Where's the boy?
- I don't know.

Finch.

I just found a way
to make these guys hurt.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

KOSKA [OVER PHONE]:
Well find it, and find out who took it.

I am missing two men
and half a million dollars.

Someone is making a move against us,
I need to know who.

Contact your teams! Change of plans.

I guess we know
why they didn't ask for money.

I have six more just like it.

Could be our bargaining chip
to get Sam.

There may be lots more
where these came from.

Angela's not sleeping with our
kidnapper, she's in business with him.

That tech company she works for,
they make banking software...

...the kind that can spot
money laundering.

And I just found a room
full of small bills.

In 2009, she oversaw the installation...

...of a new anti-money-laundering
system at OneState Bank.

If she still has access...

...she could turn that whole system off
with the click of a mouse.

Then SP-9 uses one of the biggest banks
in the world to clean its dirty money.

They leave no digital footprint
because this is how they pay for things.

Cars, lawyers, safe houses.

If we can access those accounts,
we'll have more than a bargaining chip...

...we'll have a way to find Sam Jr.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

GATES:
They know I'm stalling.

We're getting close.
You just need to hold off a little longer.

GATES: You've had your chance.
I'm not playing games with my son's life.

They'll kill you both
as soon as they get what they want.

Now, I can save your son.
You just have to trust me.

Upon further review, I'm reversing
my decision on admissibility.

- Your Honor.
GATES: It doesn't pass the balancing test.

This video would unfairly bias the jury
against Ms. Markham.

- Then I move for a mistrial.
- Denied.

- Judge Gates...
- Approach.

There a problem, counselor?

Respectfully, sir,
what the hell is going on?

One more word
and you are in contempt.

I'll have you charged with misconduct
if I have to.

Trust me, Ms. Ramirez,
you have no idea how far I'll go.

Nothing further. Prosecution rests.

[BEEPS]

Hey, that's, uh, account data,
it's confidential.

- Not anymore, we just got hacked.
- What? How'd they get past the firewall?

- I'm working here.
- What's your name? Who are you?

Considering they called me
when your system was compromised...

...I'd say I'm the guy
who just took your job.

A hospital would be nice about now.
Where's the boy?

- I already told you, I don't know.
- How about your boss's name?

- You know that yet?
- I got a family, you gonna kill them too?

Because he will.

- You ever see two cats in a bag?
- What?

You want out?

Get your boss's name.

[DROST YELLS]

Carter. Come here,
I think I got something.

I did another canvass and found
a bodega near the nanny's house...

...with eyes on the street. And it's on
the N.Y.P.D. Surveillance feed.

This is right around the time
of the murder. Look at this.

White guy, long hair, pulling off gloves.
He could be our killer.

Or just a guy with cold hands.

What makes you so sure
Mr. Long-Hair is our man?

You get a description
I don't know about?

I got a hunch.

I ran his plate to get a name,
but I got a company instead.

Coldfield Holdings. It's in Brooklyn.

Worth a look.

Finch, got a name for you.
Jarek Koska, word is he's the boss.

Well, if he is, he's careful.
No accounts in his name.

The operation is massive.

Every morning at 5 a. M...

...Angela shuts down
OneState's software for three minutes.

Millions of dollars flow in undetected.

SP-9's not just laundering
their own money...

...they have hundreds of clients.

All criminal themselves, I'm sure.

If Koska's using a shell corporation,
it could take hours to find it.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Finch, try Coldfield.

Definitely a large account.

Looks like the money's being used
to buy...

...boats, planes, real estate.

Most of it right here in New York.

Get a list. The place they're holding Sam
will be on it.

I'm sending you an address. A building
less than 10 blocks from Gates' house.

Purchased just two days
before Angela went on trial.

REESE: If I can find Sam,
the judge won't have to throw her case.

FINCH:
Well, you better move fast.

I think Angela's jury
just reached a verdict.

Finch, if you don't hear from me
in four minutes, call 911...

...send them here,
and tell them about Sam.

GATES:
Please rise.

- Has the jury reached a verdict?
- We have, Your Honor.

What say you?

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

We find the defendant...

...not guilty on all charges.

[MURMURING]

KOSKA [OVER PHONE]:
If you want your son back come alone.

No cell, no GPS, no weapons.

If I see anyone who's not you,
your son dies.

FINCH:
So Angela Markham walks...

...and Judge Gates is heading
to a death sentence.

The machine sent his number because
they were planning to kill him all along.

REESE [OVER PHONE]:
Scorched earth policy.

Cover their tracks
as soon as they get what they want.

- We need to warn him.
REESE: I've tried, he won't listen.

But we have to do something.

REESE:
We are.

Hello, Angela.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

I wanna see my son.

Dad.

Sam.

- No!
- I'll let you say goodbye.

Look, you've got me.

I did what you asked.

Everything you asked.

You can keep me,
but please let my son go.

Sorry, Your Honor.

ANGELA:
Stop.

Your name is Jarek Koska.

Your bank account number
is 127-834-0102.

Last year, you laundered
at least 400 million to clients...

...including MS-13, the Sinaloa Cartel
and the government of North Korea.

So you got some info
from that alcoholic bitch.

I'm the last one you'll ever tell.

- These aren't good odds for you.
- I'm not alone.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

Every last dime has been transferred
to an offshore account.

Do exactly what I say,
and you might get it back.

But if they don't
walk out of here alive...

...every client on your list
will be notified...

...that you've lost all their money.

I won't have to kill you,
your clients will do that for me.

The operation's burnt.

Shoot them all.

[GRUNTS]

SAM:
Dad.

- Judge, is he all right?
- Yeah.

Then take him home.

It's time we go for a little ride.

3185 Lorimer. It's owned by Coldfield.

And there's Mr. Long-Hair's car.

N.Y.P.D. Anybody home?

[SIRENS WAILING]

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

GATES:
Shoot, shoot.

- Goal!
SAM: Goal, whoo!

Whoo!

That's us, 10, tree, 0.

- You're so weird, Dad.
- Wanna do it again?

- Let's go.
- Here you go.

I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again.

Yeah, I'm, uh, not great
at keeping in touch with people.

I don't know how to thank you.

You don't need to say anything.

I'd prefer it actually.

Look...

...I don't know exactly what you do,
or how you're doing it...

...but I know
that if people ever find out...

...when they find out...

...there won't be anything I can do
to protect you.

Go play with your son.

[CHATTERING ON MONITOR]

What did he say?

That we don't need to worry.

He might even help us someday.

I was listening to your conversation,
Mr. Reese.

And I was reading between the lines.

I suppose only time will tell
which one of us is right.

Thank you.

I beg your pardon?

For giving me a job.

WOMAN:
Table 10, that was a short stack...

Try the eggs Benedict, Mr. Reese.

I've had them many times.

[English - US - SDH]