All language subtitles for Person of Interest - S05E03 - Truth Be Told

HAROLD: You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

(VOICE DISTORTING) Secret system.

A system you asked for, to keep you safe.

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

You granted it the power
to see everything.

To index, order and control the lives
of ordinary people.

The government considers
these people irrelevant.

We don't.

But to it, you are all irrelevant.

Victim or perpetrator,
if you stand in its way,

we'll find you.

BEALE: Ah, here we are.

Come in.

I was just catching up
with Agent Stanton, here.

John.

Kara.

Supervisory Agent, Terence Beale.

It's good to meet you, sir.

And you, John.

Although to be honest,
I feel like I already know you.

Sir?

You enlisted in '93.

Rose from infantry to Rangers,
to Special Forces.

In '05 you joined the Agency,
and trained at The Farm.

Scored in the top 10% of your class,

and displayed particular

creativity in hand-to-hand combat
and evasive driving exercises.

All of which led you to being selected

to serve in the Agency's
Special Activities Division,

along with Mark Snow and Kara here.

And to answer your question,

I know all this because
I'm the one who selected you.

Well,

thank you, sir.

It's not necessary.

I just thought you should know
why I requested the two of you.

For this assignment, I need my best.

Outside of Malajat last month,

the Taliban intercepted
a shipment of stinger missiles,

which was subsequently used
in a Taliban offensive.

The transport was a classified op.

Our job is to find out
how the Taliban knew about it.

We have any ideas?

Name's Brent Tomlinson.

He's an army military advisor,

who had advanced knowledge
of the shipment's schedule and payload.

We think the Taliban paid him off?

Could be.

They're well-funded
with Saudi money via Qatar.

KARA: Maybe they gave him
some of that money.

That's what we need you to find out.

And if they did?

Then you're to handle it
in the appropriate way.

Ensuring there is no agency exposure.

Clear?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

-(ACCORDION MUSIC)
- Avast, ye mateys!

Welcome to Scallywags.

Follow me, please.

When you said
you needed to change our lunch plans,

I wasn't expecting something so colorful.
(CHUCKLES)

lt was John's idea.

Couldn't get a table at Chuck E. Cheese?

(CHUCKLES) He's working on a case nearby.

So, Iris,
where is your new man of mystery?

I'm sure he's close.

(LINE RINGING)

(GRUNTING)

(CONTINUES RINGING)

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

Not so fast.

(COCKS GUN)

(GRUNTING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, sweetheart.

Hey, just wondering where you are.
We're here.

Me, too. Just had to make a pit stop
in the little buccaneer's room.

I'll be right there.

Come here.

This guy's name is Kelso.

Now, he was sent
by your business partner,

who apparently wanted to become
a sole proprietor.

My partner is gonna pick him up, okay?

Have a nice day.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Hey.

You must be Dinah.

-(CHUCKLES)
- And Phil.

(DOOR SLAMS OPEN)

MAN: Slow down.

(CLATTERING)

Guess some people
just can't handle their grog. (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(WHINES)

What's shaking, Finch?

Mr. Reese.

How was your lunch with Dr. Campbell
and her parents?

It was a bit rocky at first.
By the end I think I was growing on them.

An experience I can personally relate to.

So things are going well
between the two of you?

Well enough.

Iris still has a lot of questions.

Be cautious in your answers.

I intend to be.

Otherwise, I think it's good that you're
attempting to have a more normal life.

That is, when you're not risking your life
saving people.

Or trying to stay a step ahead

of an artificial super-intelligence
bent on world domination.

Or that.

Looks like most of the bugs
have been worked out on Machine 2.0,

given the steady stream of numbers
that we've been getting.

Speaking of which,

Alex Duncan. 25, single.

Holds a master's degree
in computer science,

works for an international
consulting firm.

And now, you do, too.

JOHN: Is this necessary?

I mean, if The Machine is open, why not
just ask why it's sending us a number?

Because, Mr. Reese,

although The Machine has become
reliable in the delivery of the numbers,

it is still frequently unreliable

in the processing and delivery
of other information.

Case in point,
it also sent me this number.

- What is it? Some kind of program?
- I have no idea.

Clearly, it still has an affinity
for riddles.

Sounds like she has something fun
in store for all of us today.

The Machine made you
a package delivery driver?

Sadly, all of my identities
can't be bears or brides.

I got to go.

Don't want to be late
for my first day of training.

Yes. I think it's wise if, perhaps,
we all got to work.

Subtle.

(EXHALES)

HAROLD: So, Anderson Rake Consulting
employs over 20,000

in more than 90 countries.

And count among their clients,
the Department of Defense.

I gathered as much when I saw my ID.

It came with a security clearance.

- How'd you manage that on short notice?
- I didn't.

I created an alias with
security clearance for you months ago.

You should know by now, Mr. Reese,
I like to be prepared.

And Root calls me the boy scout.

Okay, got eyes on Duncan.
What else can you tell me about him?

Let's see. He has no criminal background.

His finances appear to be in order.

He comes from a military family.
His father and brother both served.

It seems that Alex opted
for the private sector.

Or maybe he thought there was more upside
in working for a contractor.

Damn it. Oh, perfect.

Hey.

Happens to the best of us.

Thanks.

Name is John. I'm new here.

Alex. Uh...

Strategy Development?

Yeah, you?

Security Systems Management.

Wow. Really?

Most of the time,
it's just glorified virus scanning.

Bet it beats the hell out
of Strategy Development.

- It has its moments, I guess.
- Here.

Say, I'd love to get an inside scoop
on what it's like to work around here.

Wanna grab a beer after work?

I...

Uh, I would, but it's been a long week.

Sorry.

Finch, there is something
definitely going on with Duncan.

He's anxious, distracted, on edge.

Any idea what it could be?

Not yet. I tried pairing his phone,

but it has an extra layer
of encryption on it.

Probably has to do
with the division he works in.

Security Systems Management
handles security for clients

ranging from private companies
to government and military networks.

JOHN: Which means Duncan has access.

Question is, what is he doing with it?

MAN: Have a good night.
WOMAN: Good night.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(BEEPING)

JOHN: Hey, Finch.

Looks like our security expert
is also a fan of breaking and entering.

Into where?

His supervisor's office.

HAROLD: What is he looking for?

JOHN: I can't tell.

But whatever it is,
it's above his pay grade.

Which is likely why we got his number.

If Duncan is selling
sensitive information,

the threat could be a buyer
looking to remain anonymous.

Or Duncan himself,
if he wants to cover his tracks.

Whatever it is,
Duncan's engaged in a dangerous game.

- Mr. Duncan.
- Yes.

Step this way, please.

Looks like someone's done playing.

We just have a few questions for you, sir.

Mr. Duncan.

ALEX: Who are you?

It's the CIA.

CIA?

Are you sure?

I'm staring at my old boss.
His name's Beale.

Boss? You mean he knows you?

He knew me at one time.

- I'm gonna need you to come with us.
- Not until I see some ID.

- Finch, they're grabbing him up.
-(GRUNTS)

John, you can't intercede.

The hell I can't.

The CIA thinks that John Reese is dead.

If Beale sees you, he can marshal all the
forces of the Agency to hunt you down.

And none of us need that.

You're right.

What I need is a bigger gun.

Hello.

Oh, hi. You have any sugar?

In the bottom shelf. Sorry, who are you?

How did you get in here?

I'm Gina. This is Mike.

Here, Brent, have a seat.

You're Americans?

From the State Department?

Not quite.

You're not reporters?

Oh, God, no.

But we do have some questions for you.

Questions about what?

A weapons shipment had some stingers
that went missing last month.

Okay, look, whoever you are,

I'm not comfortable
discussing a classified operation.

Then by all means, get comfortable.
(LOCKS DOOR)

Duncan must have stolen
some highly sensitive material

in order to get the attention
of someone like Beale.

Shouldn't we at least consider
the possibility that Duncan is a spy?

Maybe the CIA has good cause
to question him.

Finch, Beale doesn't just ask questions.

He and his agents find and eliminate
enemies of the state.

Duncan deserves
more due process than that.

Then what do you propose that we do?

Beale will interrogate Duncan.

Depending on how long that takes,
before he breaks,

might only be a couple of hours.
After that, Duncan's gone.

Your cover will be, too,
if Beale identifies you.

I'll be careful.

Before I can save Duncan,
I've got to find him first.

You sure your Machine can't help?

I can try, but I promise nothing.

Oh, Ms. Groves is calling.
I'll keep you informed.

- Right.
-(BEEP)

- Yes?
-(ROOT MOANING)

Ms. Groves, are you all right?

(SIGHS) Between the creepy stares from
my training driver and my sore back,

I'd say just peachy.

Remember to lift with your legs.

(SCOFFS) Thanks for the tip.

I'm calling because I think I know
the reason The Machine put me in this job.

Oh? What might that be?

On our route today, we delivered
several packages to a building in Midtown.

590 Madison, suite 908.

Something odd about that?

The packages weren't meant
for that address.

They were rerouted there
by the delivery computer.

Then it had us pick up
the same packages later,

and deliver them
to their original addresses.

The building directory shows
no tenant in suite 908.

My training driver says
packages have been going there for weeks.

Looks like they are all from
electronics companies.

It could be
that The Machine is rerouting them.

Looking for something to help it rebuild.

Well, I think an ASI is behind this,
but not ours.

Samaritan?

It's been spreading its malware
on a massive scale.

Maybe this is how it's doing it.

I'll need to inspect
one of those packages.

Can you secure one?

Not without raising a red flag.
They're all tracked.

So, if one is missing,
Samaritan will know.

I may have a way around that.
(STARTS ENGINE)

Got to go.

JOHN: Okay, Finch, I'm here.

Is this really all The Machine
can give us?

I'm afraid so.

Based on the SUV's
license plate you provided,

Machine has identified
that stretch of road

as the last known location
of Beale's vehicle.

Figures.

Beale's got to find a place
where he can drug and interrogate him.

Sounds like you're still searching
for a needle in the proverbial haystack.

Not if you know what you're looking for.

Controlled access
with no traffic or people.

Bingo.

Call you back, Finch.

Why were you accessing
these classified files, Mr. Duncan?

What were you going to do with them?

Maybe I'll answer your questions,
after you answer mine.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

See what you can get off this.

Keep him awake.

Beale.

Hey.

Eyes open, smart guy.

You've got miles to go before you sleep.

- JOHN: You don't.
-(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SHUSHING)

Let's get you out of here.

Stay close. Let's go.

Get down.

Look out!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Let's go. Move.

You've got to be kidding me.

Who the hell was that guy?

A ghost from the past.

Hope you're gonna put everything back
when you're done.

KARA: Yeah. After I find the money.

What makes you think I had anything to do
with that stolen shipment?

You're one in a small circle
who knew about it.

(CHUCKLES)

Look at what part of the world we're in.

If it's a security breach you're looking
for, try the local police and soldiers.

The way the tribal alliances shift here,
today's ally is tomorrow's enemy.

Or maybe your alliances have shifted.

(SCOFFS)

You say that like you know
anything about me.

You know why I volunteered for this post?
Hmm?

You know why?

Because I believed
in what we were doing here.

Believed I could make a difference.
Not a buck.

And have you?

- Made a difference?
- Yeah, I'd like to think so.

But?

But it's a little hard when you're looked
at as invaders instead of liberators.

When the local government is for sale
to the highest bidder,

and you realize that the war
you've stepped into

has been going on for hundreds of years,

and will continue for hundreds more
after you leave.

So, if it's a lost cause, why do it?

Because it's the job I signed up for,

and the one I still believe in.

The place is clean.

Yeah. That's because
I haven't done anything.

What's in the case, Brent?

My orders, daily briefings, emails.

- Open it.
-(CHUCKLES)

Afraid I can't do that.
Not unless you have top secret clearance.

(COCKS GUN)

Consider this my clearance.

Open it.

So, we done here?

JOHN: Takes a while
for the phenobarbital to wear off.

I'm guessing you're not really
in Strategy Development.

At least not for your company.

So who are you then?

I'm the reason you're waking up here,

instead of some CIA
third-world black hole.

CIA?

Yeah. That's who comes knocking
when you steal state secrets.

Yeah, Finch. Go ahead.

HAROLD: Mr. Reese, how is Mr. Duncan?

JOHN: He's awake.

Looks like he could use some room service.

Room service?

With the safe house out of commission,
I had to make other arrangements.

Besides, Beale will be searching
fleabag motels, not high end hotels.

How high end?

Seems that protecting Mr. Duncan
is becoming costly in more ways than one.

Where are you, Finch?

I have to assist Ms. Groves.

- I'll be unavailable for a short time-
- Fine.

It'll give me a chance to find out
what our friend here has been up to.

Your turn to answer some questions.

Like what?

Like what were you doing
in your supervisor's office?

So what are you after? And for who?

Look, man, I'm not a spy.

I wasn't stealing state secrets, okay?

I was looking for information

on my brother, Paul.

Your brother? Why?

Is he in some kind of trouble?

No.

He's dead.

(PANTING)

Harry, you made it.

Yes. Your surprise is disheartening.

Oh, dear.

- Is he--
- Just knocked out.

Accidentally took an errant package
to the head.

What? He was coming on strong all day.

We have to work fast.

We're in a dead zone,

but if the truck's off the grid too long,
Samaritan will get suspicious.

This should be able to locate any malware
recently put on the system.

Ugh, the bigger, the better.

HAROLD: I'm not seeing anything
in applications or the operating system.

ROOT: Try the firmware.

(GARRET GROANS)

{THUD)
-(GARRET GRUNTS)

(EXHALES)

Something tells me he's not going to be
making any more unwanted advances.

- Let's stay on task, Harry.
-(BEEPING)

lt appears you were right, Ms. Groves.

There is some code here
in the firmware that doesn't belong.

Can you copy it?

Done.

(GROANING)

Goodness. Garret, are you okay?

What happened?

(ALEX SIGHS)

You have siblings?

No.

I just had one. Paul.

- He was eight years older than me.
- That's a big age difference.

Yeah.

Paul pretty much raised me.
Our dad wasn't around much.

The army took up most of his time.

My dad, too.

I was only 10 when Paul enlisted.

Decided to follow in our dad's footsteps.

Over the next few years, I only saw him
around the holidays. If at all.

It was always the same conversation.

He'd ask me about school and
I'd pretend to be interested in the army.

The truth was,
we hardly knew each other anymore.

So, your brother was killed in action.

A Major who notified us said that

Paul died heroically
in the service of his country.

Wouldn't say more than that.
Paul's job was classified.

I never cared what Paul did for the army.

I just wanted to know
what happened to him.

After a few years at the firm,

I was in a position to find out.

By stealing classified military files?

Yes, okay. A couple of times.

But it felt like my last chance
to know my brother.

Who he was.

Is that crazy?

No.

I know what it's like to lose someone.

To wanna know why.

Well, all I learned was Paul was no hero.

Why do you say that?

He was under investigation. For treason.

Treason?

Do you still have access to the photos
you took of his file?

Yeah.

Those goons might have taken
my cell phone,

but not before I uploaded
everything to the cloud.

This says Paul went to work
for the Pentagon

as an intelligence officer.

It's after that.
Part about the investigation.

He was in Afghanistan
as a military advisor,

where the CIA suspected
he was behind a stolen weapons shipment.

But why would a
Pentagon intelligence officer

be acting as a military advisor?

Unless it was a cover.

What is it?

Nothing.

Just need to figure out our next move.

- Hey, Finch.
- Mr. Reese. (TYPING)

Did you learn what it was
Mr. Duncan was stealing?

Uh, information on his brother.

- About how he died.
- Died?

What happened to him?

So, we done here?

Unbelievable.

You break into my quarters,

hold me captive, wreck the place,
and for what?

You know what I've given to this country?

The risks I take every day I'm out there?

And this is how my own country
chooses to repay me?

Sorry, but I'm owed
a hell of a lot more than that.

- You know what I--
-(GRUNTS)

Now we're done.

- John. John?
- What?

What happened to Duncan's brother?

I killed him.

Now I see the connection.

Beale was running the Agency's
investigation into Duncan's brother.

And he was the one
who sent me and Stanton after him.

Well, regardless of Duncan's desire
to know how his brother died,

you cannot tell him you were involved.

It would make
an already difficult situation untenable.

You're right about that.

Our priority now is to save his life.

With a little time,
I could create a new identity for him.

Give him a fresh start in another country.

No. There is no place he could go
that Beale wouldn't find him.

What I need to do
is get Beale to back off.

How might you accomplish that?

I got an idea.

But I'm gonna need your help.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Yeah. When?

Sir. Langley's detected an attempt
to breach one of its databases.

The hacker's searching for information
on Paul Duncan.

Can you trace the hack?

It appears to be coming from Times Square.

Turn around.

That's impressive.

ALEX: I'm surprised that phony keycard
of yours got us inside.

- Yeah, my guy does good work.
- Security comes by every half hour.

Don't worry about them,
you just focus on what we came here for.

Okay, we have the location.

Let's go.

Sir. Look at this.

(DOG PANTING)

(DOG WHINES)

Hello.

- Your little ruse work?
- I certainly hope so, for John's sake.

I see you're running the malware
we found on the truck.

Dissecting it. Running it
would be far too dangerous.

Seeing as one of its primary functions
is to connect its host to Samaritan.

So what have you found out?

Well, once active,

it attempts to access all the files
in the infected device,

and send all that information
to Samaritan.

- So it's spyware?
- Partially.

It also appears to have
more advanced functions,

but I haven't been able to
decipher them just yet.

Good work, Harry.

Oh.

And I solved your word puzzle.

What puzzle?

The string of ones and zeros
The Machine sent you?

It's not a program, it's a text file.

- HAROLD: A poem?
- Mmm.

It's Emily Dickinson.

It's about change.

Metamorphosis.

Change what?

The Machine?

Us?

Maybe both.

I never thought looking into Paul's death
could get me killed.

Arrested maybe, but not dead.
(TYPING)

This is about more than your brother.

You must have gotten close
to something else.

Something sensitive.

I'm back in. What am I looking for?

Any files that reference what your brother
was doing for the Pentagon.

Okay, here's something.
It's a brief. To Paul.

About an incoming weapons shipment.

It was a part of something called
"Desert Rain."

"Desert Rain"?

It says here it was a joint operation
between the Pentagon and the CIA.

Supplying arms to our allies,
the Afghan national police and army.

What kind of arms?

Small arms, light weapons
and surface to air missiles.

Stingers.

But those were restricted
from going to our foreign allies.

Too risky, they could wind up
in enemy hands.

Which is why this entire op
was being conducted off the books

without congressional approval.

Move, please.

The CIA suspected Paul
of selling one of these weapon shipments.

So when I looked up his records...

They thought you were digging up
information on their operation.

Which, if it got out,
would take down some very powerful people.

We need to get the hell out of here,
come on.

Let's go.

Come on, come on.

(COCKING GUN)
Drop it. Or I will put you down.

Okay.

But where's Beale? (GRUNTS)

Nice to see you again, John.

Thought my eyes were playing tricks on me
the other night, you being dead and all.

But then I saw that move
with the steering wheel.

So creative.

(SCOFFS)

I should have known
if anyone could cheat death,

it would be you, John.

How does he know your name?

John and I used to work together.

You worked for the CIA?

A lifetime ago.

So, this is what you're doing
for work these days?

It's not that different from my old job.

Just not killing people anymore.

But you are interfering
with Agency business.

The Agency's business
is killing civilians now?

Civilians? Or spies?

I'm not a spy. I just wanted to know
what happened to my brother.

You didn't tell him?

Tell me what?

Something about Paul?
Why is he talking to you?

Because I was there.

My partner and I were sent to question him
about selling information to the enemy.

You'?

So then you must know.

Was Paul a traitor? Tell me what happened.

We questioned him, and then,

we left.

Because Paul was innocent.

Innocent?

Your brother had a tough job.

Working in a warzone.

Where it was hard to tell
the allies from the enemies.

He could have lost his way.

But he stayed true.

To himself and his mission.

A few days after we left,

he was hit by an air strike
at a nearby village,

where he was doing his job.

Making a difference.

What he's saying, is it the truth?

Yeah.

Like he said,

your brother was a hero.

Now, I'm afraid, there's still some

unfinished business
we need to take care of.

There always is.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GUN COCKING)

This ends now.

You understand?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, my driving days are done.

- You quit?
- Fired.

One too many safety violations.

What is it that you've fashioned here?

Oh, I installed the malware on it
and I'm letting it run.

You what?

Were you not listening when I said

its most basic function is
to establish a connection with Samaritan?

Yes, which is why it's air gapped,

wireless disabled,
and running on rechargeable batteries.

It's isolated.

But why do this?

The poem The Machine sent us,
about metamorphosis,

I think she wants us
to let the malware run its course.

- And I've already made a discovery.
- What?

The malware is replicating itself and
overwriting the laptop's existing code.

It's working towards something.

I still think you're taking
an enormous risk.

Yes.

Our only option is to take risks.

Big ones, if we want any chance
of finding Shaw

or a way to defeat Samaritan.

We have to be willing to do
whatever it takes now, or

we've already lost.

It's no risk, no reward, Harry.

Hello, Beale.

Must be losing your touch.

I made you three blocks back.

I know.

I was enjoying the walk.

So, where's your friend Duncan?

He took a vacation.

Not that it matters to you.

'Cause you're gonna forget about him.

And Why would I do that?

Because if anything happens to Duncan,
my associate and I

will make sure the details
of our operation "Desert Rain"

go public.

It will end some careers.

Might even see a few prosecutions.

So you're saying you and I
are gonna have to trust each other again?

Suppose I am.

If all this was about the kid
needing the truth about his brother,

why not just give it to him?

Duncan wanted to know how Paul died.

But what he needed was
to believe his brother was a hero,

so he could let it go.

You were always good at doing
what needed to be done.

Glad to see some things haven't changed.

But a lot has.

It's a brave new world out there.

Needs people like us more than ever.

That's not a good thing.

It's neither good nor bad.

Just the way it is.

We didn't make the world like this.

Didn't we?

I'll be leaving your name
out of my report.

As far as the Agency is concerned,

you're still dead.

Why would you do that?

Might be because you could have killed me
the other night.

But you didn't.

Or maybe I like knowing you're out there.

A ghost.

Still doing what needs to be done.

How'd you know it had a false bottom?

I didn't.

Then Why'd you shoot him?

He was justifying too much for someone
who still believed in the mission.

He thought the country owed him.

Of course he took the money.

You know why Beale really picked you
over the other recruits?

You saying it wasn't my test scores?

(CHUCKLES)

lt was where you came from.

You had no family.
At least no real family.

And after losing your adoptive mother,
you were on your own.

Beale knew that you'd give everything
to the Agency

because you didn't have anyone or anything
to go back to.

Except the girlfriend.

And you didn't hesitate
to walk away from her.

Only because I had to.

That's right.

Because we don't get normal lives.

And you can't miss what you never had.

That's why Beale picked us.

And why we're so good at our jobs.

IRIS: When you said you wanted to take
a walk, I didn't know you meant alone.

- Hmm?
-(CHUCKLES)

You're just more quiet
and brooding than usual.

Sorry.

Is it work?

(SIGHS) Or your side job?

Look, I haven't pressured you
to talk about it, but I notice things.

Odd hours, random cuts and bruises,

blood on your shirt cuff
at lunch the other day.

- You caught that?
- I read people for a living.

Remember?

Well,

you read me pretty well.

Better than just about anyone ever has.

But it's not the work that's the problem.

It's my past.

Your past isn't anything
that you can control.

Your future is.

I wish it were that simple.

But the things I've done.

You don't have to be that person anymore.

Actually, I do.

And that person doesn't get
to have a normal life.

Says who? Hmm?

- The job.
- And when will the job be done, John?

(SIGHS)

Well, I hope for your sake,
one day you'll get to be someone else.

Maybe have that normal life.

Maybe one day.

Just not today.

And not with me.

Good-bye, John.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Yeah, Finch.
- Mr. Reese?

We have a new number.

I'm on my way.

English - SDH