All language subtitles for Person Of Interest S03e17 (Root Path)

FINCH: You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

ROOT: A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

REESE: Name's Root. She's a hacker,
extortionist, murderer.

FINCH: She hacks human beings
as easily as she hacks computers.

ROOT: I don't want to control their
machine. I just want to set it free.

FINCH: I already did.

ROOT: The machine's given me a mission.
Things are evolving.

CONTROL: You say you're an interface,

your eyes and your ears are your ports,
we can put a stop to that.

ROOT: I wish you'd listened.

Then the drives would have never
fallen into the wrong hands.

FINCH: Decima Technologies.

GREER: My Samaritan,

you are destined for great things.

Hey, new fish,

you want a tip?

No, thanks.

That's too bad,
'cause you're getting the whole thing.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey!

(TIRES SCREECH)

Go check it out.

Ma'am, hello?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.
Thanks for asking.

- Get out there. We've got a problem.
- Go get them, biggie.

Show them what you got.

(ELECTRICAL FIZZLING)

You, hands in the air.
Get down on the...

(ELECTRICAL FIZZLING)
(SCREAMING)

(WHISTLE)

MAN 1: What have we here?

MAN 2: Hey, baby.
I want a piece of that.

Hi, Billy.

Want to get outta here?

Come on, sugar.
Why don't you take me with...

(TASER FIZZLING)

MAN 3: My name's Billy too!

So, do we know each other?

All right, I have him.
What's next?

Who are you talking to?

Who are you?
Hello?

Hello!

Wrong side.
I'm deaf in that ear.

Can you do a German accent?
Learn.

(GERMAN VOICE ON RECORDER)
Yes, thank you for noticing.

Yes, thank you for noticing.

Thanks for busting me out and all,
but what the hell is going on?

In your case, Billy,
I haven't figured that out yet.

All I know is that the fate
of the future hangs in the balance,

and you have some role to play.

Shave.

(ELECTRIC SHAVER BUZZING)

I don't mean to complain,
but I'm probably going to die soon.

The pants will be a bit long.

So what do you need me to boost?

You do know I'm a car thief, right?

I don't know, don't care.

My boss only gives me the information
I need to do my job, and...

...right now I need you to learn
this signature, fast.

I'm going to need a...

Hai chiizu.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

That's Daizo.

I saved him
from the Tokyo Police last month.

He's been with me ever since.
We good?

Where were you when I got busted?

Ridgestone Psychiatric Facility.

Here we are.

Where?

No idea.

I love it when you do this.

Not you.
Go inside, now.

Dr. Schmitz?

Dr. Schmitz, got a package for you.

ID and signature, please.

Did you change your hair?

(WITH GERMAN ACCENT)
Yes, thank you for noticing.

We should go before he gets here.

Who?

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

So what was all this?

My boss and I are trying

to stop something
very bad from happening.

What do you think?

"3109 West 23rd Street."

Looks like that's
where I'm headed next.

Why?

You'll find out when you get there.

Thanks for playing.

Now here's your lovely parting gift.

At the second lunch table
on the left in cell block D,

sit across from a 300-pound
Chickasaw named Arnold.

He loves dinosaurs as much as you do.

Tell him that,
and he'll have your back forever.

(SIRENS WAIL)

- There he is!
- Police!

Don't move!
Stay right where you are.

Put your hands in the air.

Who am I looking for this time?

Powerful CEO?

A rogue hacker?

A hit man posing as a delivery guy?

Fascinating.

Hello, Cyrus.

I'm supposed to take you
to breakfast.

Just a PB&J, huh?

You sure you wouldn't
rather have some eggs?

No, thanks.
This is dinner for me.

Working nights is all about routine.

Gotta trick your body into going
to sleep when the world is waking up.

Same meal,

same place every day,

or I don't sleep a wink.

But I do appreciate the meal
and the hot cocoa.

- Normally people ask more questions.
- Such as?

"Who are you?"

"What do you want with me?"
"What the hell's going on?"

Que será, será.

Whatever will be, will be.

Took me a long time to see it,

but there's an order
to things, a plan.

And everything that
happens is part of it.

Including you.

But if it makes you feel any better,
what the hell is going on?

My boss wanted me to talk to you.

Which means you and I are supposed
to do something together,

something important.

Sounds like you got a weird job.

What's your boss want us to do?

She won't say.

She likes it better
when I figure it out myself.

Sounds like you have a weird boss.

Well, now...

...I go to the park for a walk,
rain or shine.

Fresh air helps me have good dreams.

You're more than welcome
to join if you like.

Hmm.

You should know better than to try
to sneak up on me, Harold.

Did you come to welcome me
back to New York?

Actually, we're here for Mr. Wells.

His number came at 7:04 this morning.

Your multifaceted machine

sure does work in mysterious ways,
doesn't she?

In this case perhaps
not that mysterious.

When Mr. Reese and Ms. Shaw
accessed the security system

in the building where he works,

they found you approaching him

at precisely 7:04 AM.

I've prepared a preliminary study
of his digital footprint,

and in my estimation
the most dangerous thing

in Cyrus Wells' life is you.

Whatever your plan is, Ms. Groves...

...I believe you're going
to get him killed.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

ROOT: Relax, Harold.
Nobody's getting anybody killed.

Cyrus is perfectly safe with me.

If the machine sent us his number,

it may mean that you are
placing Mr. Wells at risk.

Or it could mean
I'm here to protect him.

Honestly, Harold,

keeping up with everything the Machine
whispers in my ear can be tricky,

especially now that I'm down to one.

Oh, my...

Did you not hear
about my chat with Control?

She's fun...

...in an unnecessary
stapedectomy kind of way.

But I do miss music in stereo.

I'm sorry.

The Machine offered me a job.
She never said it would be easy.

And what job is that exactly?

Trying to save the world, of course.

By preventing the emergence
of a second machine.

Samaritan.

Genetically programmed,
fully targetable, and nearly complete.

Samaritan presents a serious
threat to our machine, Harold.

And Decima's trying
to bring it to life.

Do you really want to see what it
looks like when two gods go to war?

Maybe you should be
more worried about

what happens when
Samaritan comes online

than about what
happens to some janitor.

How much do you know about
this janitor, Ms. Groves?

Well...

He's got some interesting ideas
about metaphysical determinism,

and I think he's a Doris Day fan.

Do you know that he has
an MBA in finance from Fordham?

Do you know he was
a multimillionaire by the age of 35?

Do you know he hasn't worked
on Wall Street since 2009?

Would you even care to know why?

Perhaps you should ask the Machine
for a bit more information

about Cyrus Wells
before you deem him insignificant.

He'll be fine, I promise.

I know it seems weird,

but I'm one of the good guys now, Harold.

Third from the bottom,

15th on the right, behind you.

Root wouldn't take "Go"
for an answer?

No, I'm afraid not.

Seems that she thinks
she has the situation well in hand.

Ms. Groves has never
been particularly concerned

about collateral damage,

which may be precisely what
Cyrus Wells is about to become.

Watch over them
until we can figure out what's going on.

In the meantime,
I'll try to determine

what message this is meant to convey.

- Seems pretty clear to me, Finch.
- I think she likes you, Harold.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

I don't want
to be rude or anything, but...

Thank you for the hot cocoa,

and it was nice of you
to walk me home.

But whatever it is you're
doing right now is not...

Necessary. Trust me.

I heard you skipped breakfast.

And you and your Australopithecine
coworker, can just take the day off.

I've been doing just fine
without a safety net.

The only reason you're not stuck
in a cage right now is me.

Don't make me look bad.

I couldn't make you
look bad if I tried.

You should start
packing your toiletries.

No. No. No. Okay?

Seriously, no.

I have to work again tonight.

I need to sleep,
so it's time for you to leave.

Actually, it's time
for us both to leave.

Things are about to get interesting.

What?

Why?

Is this about what happened...

...at my old job?

What did happen?

None of your business.
Give me that.

Who are these people, Cyrus?

Their names.
It could be important.

- It's not. You have to go.
- Did they get hurt?

Did you get hurt?
I need to know what happened.

(GUNSHOT)

Finch, I've got eyes on a sniper.

And I might have a lead
on who's doing the shooting.

The solicitation Ms. Groves gave me
is visually identical to an image

commonly sent out as spam.

But digitally someone
has hidden a message inside the image.

It's encrypted with
a running key cipher.

But I can't decode it without...

"Behind you, third from the bottom,
15th from the right."

DE Tocqueville.

I believe I know
who we're dealing with.

Vigilance.

(TIRES SCREECH)
(GUNSHOTS)

We'll take her.
You four get the target.

(GUNSHOT)

It's happening again.

Do you think you could do that later?
Because we should probably go.

No, no, no. Please.

Guns make me very, very nervous.
(GUNSHOT)

Well...

We've got a sniper outside

and four heavily-armed
privacy terrorists

coming up the north stairwell.

So a gun would be nice, but...

You think of everything.

Tear gas.
Hold your breath.

(FIZZLING)

Wait.
What about the sniper?

Trust me.

Want to see who's got better aim?

(GUNSHOT)
(GROANING)

(GROANING, COUGHING)

Got eyes on the target.

(GRUNTS)

I'm afraid Vigilance may
not be our only threat, Mr. Reese.

I decrypted their spam message,

and it seems that Vigilance
is only targeting Mr. Wells

because his name came up
in a secret communique they intercepted

from Decima.

I don't think Root's
our biggest problem anymore.

Who are those guys?

I told you things were
going to get interesting.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

The target's in sight, sir.
We're moving in.

Shouldn't we run?

I can't hear my boss.

Hi, here's 20 dollars.

Why are we stopping?

Because there are more
where those four came from.

And this is the quickest way to get you
out of here without shooting someone.

Keep your shoulders relaxed
when they put the handcuffs on.

(THUD)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SIREN CHIRPS)

You!
Hands in the air.

- What?
- Hands in the air.

Aah!

Cyrus is safe, Finch.

But we'll need Fusco's help
to keep it that way.

And Ms. Groves?

Gone.

So are the boys from Decima.

Do we have any idea what Cyrus did

to piss off both them and Vigilance?

As far as I can tell, nothing.

But whatever's going on,
I'm starting to suspect

that it has more to do
with his new job than his old one.

I hacked the computer system

at the janitorial service
that employs Cyrus

and discovered they recently
ran a background check on him.

Why?

What kind of janitor
needs a background check?

Something to look into
when we reconnect with Ms. Shaw.

I lost her signal
when the shooting started.

She said she saw a sniper.

But I don't see any sign of her here.

Between Shaw and Cyrus,

I think I know who
needs our help more.

Then I'm afraid we'll have to trust
Ms. Shaw to take care of herself.

Now that you're not going to die,
we can have a little chat.

So you need a hospital,

and I need to know why
everyone's after the janitor.

(GUNSHOT)

You owe me a sniper.

This is Collier, right?

- Or at least that's your alias?
- Can't say I know yours.

So I'll just call you
a target of opportunity.

Vigilance came here
to interrogate Cyrus Wells,

but now we're here for you.

See, based on the way you fight,

I think you were
a clandestine operative

for the good old US of A.

But based on the people you protect,

I think you're not anymore.

And I'm guessing
it's because they betrayed you.

Are you guys going to shoot again,
or just talk me to death?

Actually I'm more interested
in what you have to say.

So I've taken the liberty
of sealing off the exits.

Now in exchange
for everything you know

about the Samaritan system
and the people trying to build it,

I'm prepared to offer you something
that no one else can...

Revenge on the government
that betrayed you.

And if I refuse?

In the words of Benjamin Franklin,

"Join or die."

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

FINCH: Have you secured
Mr. Wells, Detective?

Yeah, I got him.

I'm cleaning up the charges, too.
You're welcome very much.

A phrase which now makes
my thanks seem less than sincere.

I'm sending you GPS coordinates
for a rendezvous with Mr. Reese,

who will henceforth
protect Mr. Wells.

All right.

Okay, pal, let's get you out of here.

Come on, this way.

You forgot to transfer
from savings again, Lionel.

Your rent check's going to bounce.

- Hi, Cyrus.
- Hey.

Nice try, Cocoa Puffs.

There's no way
I'm letting him leave with you.

I understand.

But there are things you don't know.

For starters,

you don't know that Cyrus
is currently wanted by not one,

but two dangerous organizations.

And you have no idea that there are
27 people en route to this location,

the closest of whom
is carrying two concealed firearms

and a push dagger he used
to kill three people in Dubai last month.

One of them just for fun.

I don't care how big your brain is.

Nobody's taking this guy from me without
a big fat federal warrant, got that?

Joined the Bureau last month
to get access

to a nuclear plant in Tulsa.

Long story.

Is there a problem here, Fusco?

No, Captain.
There's no problem.

- Is there a back way out of here?
- Yeah, it's...

I wasn't asking you.

You let her what?

FUSCO: She had a warrant, a real one.

What was I supposed to say?

"Sorry, boss, Agent King is actually
a superpowered nutball.

Ask my buddy, the urban legend."

(PHONE RINGING)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

ROOT: Relax, John.

Have a little faith.

You're making a mistake.

Cyrus is safer with me.

You don't really believe that,
do you?

Have you and Harold even figured out
why Decima is after him yet?

That power you have?

I've had it too.

I know what it's like to have
all those answers buzzing in your ear.

But at the end of the day,
you still make choices.

If the choice you're making
gets Cyrus killed...

Whatever happens,

I'll be there to save him,

just like I was there to save you.

After everything
we've been through together,

you really should trust me.

Are you sure it's safe here?

I can protect you anywhere.

I thought this place
might help you relax.

Sorry I've kept you up
past your bedtime.

That's all right.

To tell the truth,
I don't sleep very well anyway.

About that...

I'd still like to know what happened.

Your boss seems to know everything.
Why don't you ask her?

I did.

She won't tell me.

Please, Cyrus.

Who are these people?

Sarah Lind and Alex Rice.

My best friends from college.

After graduation, they started
a small financial services firm

and brought me on
to help them run it.

When everybody was betting big
on the housing market, we played safe.

So when the crash came,

we went from a small start-up
to a major player.

But somebody was jealous.

Because one day a guy walked
into our office and started shooting.

Alex and Sarah were killed.

Five others were shot, including me.

The gunman was never identified.

And when was this?

Exactly?

April fourth, 2009.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.

Ten weeks in ICU makes you
take a long, hard look at things.

I realized I had wasted
the first 30 years of my life

putting zeroes on my bank account.

So I gave all my money
away to charity.

Now I get up every night
and keep that building spic and span.

Because who doesn't
like clean floors?

Que será, será.

What happened was part of a plan.

No.

Whatever this was, believe me,

it was not part
of some grand cosmic plan.

We need to go.

They're almost here.

We're at the coordinates
you sent, sir.

But we can't get
a visual on the targets.

You Will.

Deploy the countermeasure.

Can you hear me?

What do we do now?

Run.

- Get in the car!
- Cyrus!

(GUNSHOT)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

I guess you better answer that.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

(GUNSHOTS)

Drop the weapon!

Drop it now!

I don't like killing patriots, so I'm
going to give you one more chance.

Funny, I was going to say
the same to you.

See, I knew we had
something in common.

Many things, I suspect.

You're not the only one
the government has betrayed.

And that's why I want your help.

You see, America's dying,

and everybody knows it.

It's not just about privacy,
it's about principle.

Our nation is assassinating
people with drones...

...holding them without due process,

and, yes, spying on its own people

without cause or limits, and in
direct violation of our constitution.

But we have a plan to stop it.

And if you join us...

you will not only have your revenge...

...but you will help write a new
chapter in American history.

You're right about all of it.

I did work for the government,
and I do want revenge.

But if that work taught me anything,

it's that how you do...

...matters as much as what you do.

And by that metric,
you're all just terrorists.

And I kill terrorists.

(GRUNTING)

REESE: I lost Decima's trail
about a mile from the park.

- Do we have another way to find Cyrus?
- Not at the moment.

But I may have discovered
why Decima wants him.

I've located the original communique

that Vigilance intercepted
from Decima.

The message that started all of this.

It lists Cyrus as one of 15 people
with retinal access.

As in retinal scanner?

So somewhere out there is a door,

with Cyrus Wells' eye is the key.

I believe I might know
where that door is.

After passing his
background check at work,

Cyrus became the only custodian
allowed on the 19th floor.

- What's on the 19th floor?
- A company called Maxwell Limited.

All I know about them so far

is that they take regular
deliveries of liquid helium.

I'm guessing
they're not blowing up balloons.

Maxwell could be using it to cool anything
from biomedical reactors to...

The fastest computer ever built.

Maxwell's the corporate cover
for an NSA lab.

And two days ago,

somebody working
in that lab sent this.

Oh my.

Okay, Finch, what am I missing here?

It's a note from one
computer scientist to another,

detailing the specifications
of a superconducting processor,

three times faster
than anything now available.

And since the government's
not about to sell it to them,

Decima plans
to use Cyrus to steal it.

The original Samaritan crashed
because a chip fast enough

to run it hadn't been built yet.

Two days ago, somebody built it.

Decima has the software.

Now they want the hardware.

Right now, I'm more
worried about Cyrus.

As soon as he opens that door,
Decima's going to kill him.

I suppose you'll be
joining Mr. Reese.

Not just yet.

Decima's severed my link
to the Machine.

Temporarily...

But, she didn't like that.

She wants you to
patch these into this.

The last time you didn't help us
when you should have, people died.

And once this device is installed...

...which will you save?

The chip.

Or Cyrus Wells?

Since it was you
who put him in danger.

Fine, Harold.

It's all my fault...

Mine and the Machine's, happy?

Far from it,

but I do believe
that there's a lesson here...

...about hubris.

If anyone would know about Hubris,

it would be the man who built God.

She's worried about you, Harold.

We both are.

The past three months, you've slept
an average of four hours per night.

My problems are no concern
of yours, Ms. Groves.

Perhaps if you had
one tenth as much interest

in Cyrus' welfare,
he might not be about...

By your own definition...

...Cyrus is irrelevant.

Everyone is relevant to someone.

That man has spent
every day of his life

believing that there is actually
some sort of higher plan.

That's the problem with humans.

They just sit around,
hoping that someone will fix things.

But no one will.
No one cares.

The universe is infinite
and chaotic and cold.

And there has never been a plan.

At least not till now.

You want to know what the plan
was the day they died?

The plan was for someone
to make 15 million dollars.

An executive at a big bank
wanted them dead,

so he wired the money
to someone with the skills,

resources, and moral depravity
to make that happen.

And that someone was me.

And the punch line...

...is that your machine keeps
telling me to save Cyrus.

How badly did you have to break it
to make it care about people so much?

That didn't break it.
It's what made it work.

It was only after I taught
the Machine that people mattered,

that it could begin
to be able to help them.

I'd like to do the same thing for you,
if you'd let me.

In the first 30 minutes
after Samaritan comes online...

a lot of people
are going to be killed.

But they're going to start with four.

You...

...me...

...your helper monkey, and Shaw.

And there won't be
a damn thing anyone,

including your machine,
can do to stop it.

Do you think
I don't care about people, Harold?

I'm doing all of this to save you.

Sorry, Doctor.

I didn't have time
to make an appointment.

But I know you'll make
an exception for me.

Really?

How do you know that?

The same way I know I can put

a bullet through your hand
before you can dial 911.

The same way I know you're the best

otolaryngologist in 250 miles.

Okay. What do you want?
Drugs?

Not really.

Although a lidocaine would be nice.
I didn't get any the last time.

You see, somebody broke my ear.

And you're going to fix it.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

Building security
has been neutralized.

We're ready to take the chip.

Then let's begin, shall we?

Very good.

You may dispose of him now.

Wait. What are you...
No, let me go.

The minimum healing time
is three weeks before.

Unfortunately,
I'm on a bit of a schedule.

And I won't be needing that.

I'm turning it on.

Now you're going
to hear a series of tones.

I can hear you.

I didn't start yet.

I wasn't talking to you.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

We're in the lab.

Take all the research,
wipe the computers,

and locate the chip.

Haste makes waste.

The chamber is cooled to within
a few degrees of absolute zero.

Opening now would kill you all.

And more importantly,
damage the chip.

Listen closely
to the warm-up protocol

and do exactly as I say.

No, please, don't.
(GROANS)

Settle down. It'll all be over soon.
We got plenty of bleach.

Oh, no, no.
This is not the plan.

This can't be the plan.

(GUNSHOT)
(GROANS)

God.

What did you say to him?

She is persistent.

Countermeasures.

(HIGH-PITCHED TONE)

Two-thirty-three Kelvin.

The chamber is now safe.
Get the chip and go.

Let's go.

I'm going to try to get to Cyrus.
Be ready to cover me.

He'll just run away again.

He doesn't like guns.

You think the Machine's going
to help you dodge bullets?

No.

It's okay.
I'm coming to you.

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

Hey, Cyrus.
Want to get out of here?

The Maxwell chip is in custody, sir.
We've cleared the perimeter.

Then our work here is done.

Do tidy up, please.

Cyrus is safe, Finch.
But Decima got away with the chip.

That may not be our only loss.
I still haven't heard from Miss...

What happened to you guys?

You missed all the fun.

(ELECTRONIC CHATTER)

What are they saying?

I know you can't
bluejack her anymore.

But do you expect us to believe
you didn't bug that balcony?

I suppose I thought
they deserved some privacy.

Looks like it's time to go.

I hope you don't mind
starting a new life.

I was about due for one.

Besides, it's all part of the plan.

Keep them dry.

Change the dressings every 72 hours.

I love it when you play doctor.

(CLOSING DOOR)

Was it just a coincidence...

Cyrus and me?

Or was the Machine trying
to make some sort of point?

You'd have to ask the Machine.

I did.

She's not telling.

Did you inform Mr. Wells
about your role in his past?

I wanted to...

...but that would've been for me.

What Cyrus believes...

It helps him.

And who am I to say he's wrong?

She wants me on a plane
to Paraguay in 20 minutes.

About that...

You're not wrong about
the threat Samaritan poses.

And though you and I may not
see eye to eye on some things,

perhaps we should
collaborate a bit more.

Toward that end...

Detective Fusco is here
to take me where I need to go.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

Hello, Lionel.

Hey, Cuckoo's Nest,
the meter's running.

Your smoke alarm's going
to start beeping at 2:41 AM.

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