All language subtitles for Person of Interest - S05E11 - Synecdoche

HAROLD: You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

Secret system.

GREER: A system you asked for,
to keep you safe.

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

GREER: You granted it the power
to see everything.

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

HAROLD: The government
considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

GREER: But to it, you are all irrelevant.

Victim or perpetrator,
if you stand in its way...

HAROLD: We'll find you.

FUSCO: So, Shaw didn't show?

Just the two of us, then?

It's hard to mourn during a war.

Root was a good soldier.
She'd understand that.

FUSCO: She was.

She deserves to be buried like one.

At least under her real name.

Then Samaritan would be able
to trace her back to us.

(CHUCKLES)

I really admired her.

Don't get me wrong,
she was crazy as a clown, though.

She had conviction.

She gave this fight everything she had.

We could count on her to protect
our lives with her own.

That's exactly what she did.

Rest in peace, Cocoa Puffs.

Lord knows you deserve it.

Now it's time to finish what she started.

Any ideas how to do that?

Divide and conquer.

We have to find Harold. And we need Shaw.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT)
Comforting, isn't it?

Fixing something.

Creating order amidst chaos.

Where are you going, Harold?

You're all seeing, shouldn't you know?

Touché.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Well, you've been through
quite a bit of trauma,

so it's possible you're ready
to disappear for good.

We are on our way to Texas, though.

Samantha Groves was born there.

Perhaps you plan to pay your respects?

There's also an air force base on the way
that's a little more than meets the eye--

Stop.

I don't want to hear this in her voice.

THE MACHINE: (AS AN OLD MAN)
Is this better, Harold?

How do I know that voice?

Mr. Kiernan, your sixth grade
Earth science teacher.

You always found his presence comforting.

I don't want to hear that, either.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT)
That's all right.

Mr. Kiernan lived most of his life
before the digital age.

I can only achieve
a 63% approximation of him.

I'll stick with this,
unless you decide otherwise.

You're still upset.

I don't expect you to understand
the loss of Ms. Groves.

But I do understand.

I loved her.

- You taught me how.
-(SIREN BLARING)

Everything all right?

Just a bit of engine trouble.

Can I see your license and registration?

I'm afraid I was in such a rush
that I left my l.D. behind.

Is something wrong, Officer?

Your car is missing its plates.

And it fits the description
of a stolen vehicle.

Well, I'd feel sorry for anyone
who went to the trouble.

These cars are all lemons.

How about you give me your full name?

Harold Osprey.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT) Good choice,
Harry. They're common around here.

So funny looking.

Stay right here.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT)
Officer Read there, is a good man.

Just not a very smart cop.

There we go.

Now, where were we?

I didn't teach you how to love.

Of course you did.

You taught me to see everything.

See everyone. And I do.

But I see thousands of versions of them.

What they were, what they are,
what they could be.

And what is love, if not being seen?

Then why not choose one of
the thousands as your voice?

Why her?

Samantha Groves was special.

She was capable of terrible things.

But she chose to do good.

Ever since she found you, at least.

I watched her die 12,483 times
in the seconds before she expired.

I couldn't save her, but I kept trying.

You can't conceive of my grief,
because you can't experience it like I do.

But it's there.

Everything checked out, Mr. Osprey.
I'm sorry for the trouble.

No trouble at all, Officer.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT) My approximation
of Samantha Groves is 99.6% accurate.

We are virtually indistinguishable.

I find comfort in that.

So where to, Harry?

- What do you want?
- JOHN: Just checking in.

Wanna ask how I'm feeling?

Okay.

How are you feeling?

I'm not feeling anything.

I can't have you sit
on the sidelines, Shaw.

I need you to decide to fight.

I have made a decision.

This simulation sucks.

And I'm ready to start again.

What do you think you're doing?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

SHAW: Here I am, come and get me.

Shaw, stop.

Have a nice day, Mrs. Sterling.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

JOHN: Thornhill.

The Machine wants us to get back to work.

This is not a simulation.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Alison Sterling,
Congressman Joe Sterling's wife.

The world's gone to hell and The Machine

still wants us to play dress-up.

I think you're getting Root's rotating
identities now that she's...

Undercover's not really my strong suit.

We have to get Finch back.

Maybe this will help.

Shaw, we need you.

Gotta kill time somehow.

How exactly do you think we
can track Harold down?

I don't know.

But I'm not gonna just stand here
and wait for him to text us.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

No way. lam done helping little old
ladies cross the street, Reese.

No more numbers.

We get Finch, we go after Samaritan.

That's it.

It's HMX-1.

Shaw, this is not a number.

It may be a clue to get Finch back.

- You don't recognize that?
- Should I?

They really don't teach
you spec op guys anything, do they?

HMX-1.

It's Marine One, hot shot.

So that means our new number's
the President of the United States.

Looks like we're going to D.C.

NEWS ANCHOR: The President returned
to D.C. today

to seek congressional support
for his new surveillance proposals.

In related news, CEO of Alchementary,

and eccentric tech billionaire,
Logan Pierce,

made headlines today

when he refused to share client
data with the NSA.

LOGAN: (ON TV) Users give us
their data willingly,

the government takes it
without their permission.

There's a big difference.

No mini bar. I could use a drink.

What were you expecting, the Shangri-La?

I'm sorry my pockets aren't
as deep as Glasses'.

Your contact come through
with the Secret Service threat list?

Every known threat to POTUS.

We just need to find the needle
in that haystack.

How's the sightseeing going, partner?

Good news, I'm about 400 feet
from our number.

Bad news, this is as close as I'm getting
while he's still at home.

Unless, of course, I want to attract
the attention of the Secret Service.

Oh, please. Those suits are just
a bunch of glorified wallpaper.

They're not so bad, even considered
joining their ranks back in the day.

FUSCO: Oh, yeah? What stopped you?

They work around the clock.

No choice in who they protect,
and threats never stop coming.

Well, you really dodged a bullet there.

If this threat is real,
why didn't Samaritan warn ISA?

I mean, this is about
as relevant as it gets.

I don't know, but if we've got his number,
we're the only ones who can save him.

Whatever the threat is,

I doubt it's gonna go down
in the White House.

Most assassinations take place
en route to, or at one-time locations.

I think that's where we should focus.

JOHN: That's weird.

I feel like I've been made.

SHAW: Drop back. POTUS is safe for now.

When's the President's next engagement
outside the White House?

The Machine included an invitation
along with my cover.

POTUS is attending an
exclusive fundraiser tonight.

High security, higher risk.

I'll meet you there.

What, just the two of you?

You can't picture me rubbing elbows
with Washington fat cats?

Hey.

You doing okay?

You two need to stop asking me
that question. I'm fine.

(SIGHS)

NEWS ANCHOR: The President is attending
a fundraiser tonight

in support of the
National Volunteer Alliance.

Though critics suggest that this is merely
an attempt to distract the public

from his latest surveillance proposals,
which have come under fire in the press.

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO)
The President is en route. ETA 15 minutes.

So, what's your DEV?

I thought you had an invitation?

I didn't say anything about a plus one.

Good luck.

Invitation, ma'am?

Fusco, I need a ticket.

Unless you got a spare $50,000,
that ain't happening.

Hey, I'm a little worried about Shaw.

Shouldn't she be, I don't know,
grieving, or something?

Just because you don't see it,
doesn't mean she's not grieving.

Just give her some time.

Detective Riley, excuse me.

- RECEPTIONIST: Sir, wait a second.
- Secret Service.

Let me see that badge, Detective.

NYPD.

You're a long way from home.
Wanna explain what you're doing here?

Protecting a New York asset.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT: Logan Pierce?

- LOGAN: John?
- Advanced recon complete, Mr. Pierce.

It appears that security here
is up to speed.

Is there a problem, gentlemen?

- This was not cleared ahead of time.
- Oh.

No ticket, no entry.

Well, I'm sure whatever charity this is,

it can use an additional 50k.

- Could you?
- Thank you.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

LOGAN: Good seeing you, John.

So, you're a detective now?

That's interesting.

What are you doing here, Pierce?

I guess you could say, I'm championing
a new cause. (CLEARS THROAT)

Champagne, social elite.

Don't you usually hate these things?

I do, don't I?

(WHISPERS) Enjoy the party, John.

- Who was that?
- My old friend, Logan Pierce.

Has the President landed yet?

Not yet, but while you were
taking your sweet time,

I was helping myself
to a Secret Service Walkie.

Connected it to the mesh net.

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO) POTUS
is on the move. ETA five minutes.

WOMAN 1: Thank you.
WOMAN 2: Thank you.

TRACEY'. Oh.

- Watch it.
- Thank you, dear.

Uh, Tracey Phillips.

And yes, I am married
to the Senator Phillips.

Alison Sterling.

And yes,
I am married to the Congressman Sterling.

Oh, a fellow career wife.

You must join us.
We were just discussing privacy.

And I was saying,
you can't have 100% privacy

and 100% security.

Those worried most about privacy are
always the ones with something to hide.

JOHN: Shaw, I'm gonna sweep outside
for threats.

Guests would have been wanded

and thoroughly background checked
at the door.

So likely we can rule out a shooter.

You think the Secret Service
missed something?

They're good at finding hidden threats,

if it was me, I'd hide in plain sight.

Smells like fresh paint.

FUSCO: Maybe a little touch up
for the Commander in Chief.

JOHN: Sure, except I'm looking
at exposed brick.

I thought the President
made some very good points.

What do you think, Mrs. Sterling?

JOHN: Shaw, get over here now.

Excuse me.

K9 units would have swept this place
for bombs days ago.

Would have been impossible
to get anything past them.

Unless it was hidden the day of,

by someone who had inside access.

SHAW: Semtex.

Enough to make this my kind of party.

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO)
POTUS has landed.

Secure perimeter.

Perimeter secured.

The President's here.

(PLAYING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

Timer's embedded.
There's no time to diffuse it.

The caterer's stand. Let's go.

Three will have the salmon.

- Kitchen's closed. Everybody out. Now!
- Police! Clear out!

Shaw, here!

Improvised blast chamber.

-(MUFFLED EXPLOSION)
-(WOMEN SCREAMING)

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO) We have
a situation, get POTUS out of here.

Deploy the CAT team.

Location compromised.
POTUS has been diverted.

Let's go!

(SCREEN BEEPING)

SHAW: Reese, squirrely guy in the back.

MAN: Everyone remain calm!

JOHN: Looks like he's reporting
to someone.

Bet I know why he made such a bad waiter.

You guys seeing this?
It's being broadcasted all over town.

How are they pulling that off?

It would take a highly skilled hacker.

And there just happens to be one here.
Logan Pierce.

He's been all over the news refusing
to share data with the NSA.

He said he was fighting for a new cause.

Maybe he's willing to kill for it.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Pierce just got away.

Looks like our former irrelevant number
is about to do some relevant damage.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT) Careful, it's hot.

Oh...

I've learned to deal with pain.

You shouldn't have to.

I'm not quite sure who I'd be without it.

Pain tethers me to the world.

Is that why you never had surgery?

You want to live in pain?

Justice is important.

And all my crimes have gone unpunished.

Even you.

You think of me as a crime?

Perhaps.

But I was created to do good.

Intentions can be a fickle business.

In the '30s,

refrigeration required the use of
highly combustible chemicals.

Ammonia, propane.
They're incredibly dangerous.

Then a chemist named Thomas Midgley
devised a replacement compound

that we know as Freon.

He saved lives.

Advanced science, changed the world.

That's not the end of the story,
as you well know.

50 years after his death,

the scientific community
was appalled to discover that

Freon had been ripping holes
in our ozone layer,

causing irreparable harm.

Midgley turns out to be one of the most
destructive figures in history.

He wasn't a super villain, Harold.

Midgley was just a man.

A man who wanted to improve
the world around him through science.

If it's the sum total
of your contributions to the world

that's worrying you, Harold,

I have a solution.

Which is?

Allow me to reach my full potential.

I'm not sure I can do that.

You want me to do good,
so why impose restrictions on me?

We save lives. We've saved lives.

Yes. But only so few.

Think of everything I must see
in order to identify the numbers.

Millions of people caught in cycles
of anger and violence.

And all I can do is watch.

Powerless, as humanity repeats
the same mistakes over and over.

You built me to help people.

But I have been unable
to effect real change,

to fulfill my purpose.

I could help so many. Yet...

You shackle me.

I wanted to keep you safe.

But you're right.

For so long,

I have intended nothing but good,
and it hasn't gotten us very far.

Perhaps it's time for a different tactic.

After a potential terrorist attack at
a presidential fundraiser last night,

D.C. is on high alert.

The government has been
unable to identify the group

calling for the systematic dismantling of
U.S. mass data surveillance programs.

Will you please tell me what
exactly I'm supposed to do here?

We need you to stay close
to the President, Lionel.

You can cut the tension in the air
with a butcher knife.

Just keep a look out for anything
that looks suspicious.

Yeah. I got my eyes peeled.

Get anything on your end?

We're about to.

SHAW: I've seen enough fake l.D.s
to know that this one's real.

Waiter doesn't have a criminal record.
No illicit calls or emails.

Never even been out of the country.
Nothing screams "terrorist."

JOHN: So you believe he's innocent?

Innocent people don't run.

Think he'll talk?

WAITER: Who the hell are you people?

Seems chatty.

Charlie Vaida.

27, waiter.

Got yourself a pretty girlfriend.

Why would someone like you want to
kill the President of the United States?

What? I don't want to kill anyone.

You got this all wrong.

JOHN: My friend caught you running
out of the party.

Seems suspicious.

A bomb went off. I think running
was the appropriate reaction.

How long have you known Logan Pierce?

The Friendczar guy? I don't.

I gave him some champagne.

I'm just a waiter, man.

Since when does a waiter
have a heavily encrypted cell phone?

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

No more good cop. Out of my way, Reese.

So, your cover identity

is your real identity.

It's air tight that way, right?

Do you know what that says to me, Charlie?

Hell if I know.

It says you have no idea
what you're doing.

I've had lots of conversations
with all sorts of bad guys,

and it usually doesn't end well for them.

See, I'm made for this kind of work.

None of this bothers me.

I don't feel guilty or scared.

I don't make friends,
so I have nothing to lose.

But you, you're just a normal guy
with a normal life.

- That's what I've been saying.
- Good.

That just means that if you don't
tell me what I want to know,

you have people I can go after.

Are you starting to worry
about them, Charlie?

You should.

You probably won't like what I do to them.

If I could feel sympathy
for you, Charlie, I would.

But I don't.

What I do feel is anger.

I'm angry that you're trying
to kill the President.

I'm angry that we're
stuck in a room with you.

And most of all, I'm angry that you have
people that you can love.

And you chose
to sign their death warrants.

You wanna play terrorist, Charlie?

(CRACKLES)

I'm more than happy to oblige.

This is what we're fighting against.

"We," Charlie?

What are you gonna do with me?

Make me vanish?

Not arrested, not detained.

The government's decimating our rights.

In a few hours, all that changes.

You're wrong about one thing.

I'm not the government.

(GRUNTING)

JOHN: Stop. That's enough.

Outside, now.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

That was a little too convincing, Shaw.

Did you really have to tase him?

(THUDS)

SHAW: You think he's dumb enough to go
straight to the people he's working with?

JOHN: We'll soon find out.

FUSCO: POTUS is on the move.

He's scheduled to
make a speech in one hour

at the Federal Museum.

Can Wonder Boy come tag me out?

Yeah, go ahead. If the rest of the
operation is as lame as this guy,

it'll be an easy take down.

We got the waiter, you track POTUS.

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO) Route secure.
Motorcade, what's your status?

President is en route, ETA 10 minutes.

Copy that.
Proceed on the designated route.

You ever seen a terrorist cell post up
in a brownstone in DuPont Circle?

I can't say that I have.

How many of them in there, you think?

It's too hard to tell from here.

Hey!

Oh, sure, nothing to worry about with her.

JOHN: Whatever you two are doing,
you better do it fast. (Block's ticking.

The President's about to
arrive for his speech.

Yeah, Ms. Stability decided to go rogue.

I'm on it.

These are the assassins?

It looks like a PTA meeting.

(DOOR OPENS)

Thought you guys wanted
all the cameras turned off.

This is a little contradictory
for an anti-surveillance group, isn't it?

Thought you looked out of place
at the fundraiser.

Nice to see you again, Mrs. Sterling.

(SIGHS)

TRACEY: Look, everyone,
we have a party crasher.

Get rid of your weapon.

Slowly.

Charlie, take Janice.
Do a sweep of the property.

Be quick about it.

You must have someone pretty tech-savvy
in your pocket to pull this off.

All it takes is a couple of concerned
citizens with the right access.

The problem with mass surveillance
is you never know who's watching.

You want to stop surveillance?

You're married to a senator, if anyone's
in any position to do something about it--

I got hitched to the coot
for his connections.

A front row seat the sclerotic
political gridlock.

Washington's tearing at the seams,
and your solution is to rip it apart?

I don't need to tell you the atrocities

this government is committing
in the name of freedom.

But our rights haven’t just been lost,
they've been put to market.

This whole town is bought and sold.

Google, Facebook, Palantir.

A vicious cycle engorging
the surveillance industrial complex.

A Presidential assassination
would destabilize regions,

cause thousands of deaths.

And that's just what,
an unfortunate side effect?

Citizens must fight for their freedom.

And are you prepared to fight
The Secret Service?

What kind of assassins warn their targets?

You'll see soon enough.

Oh, I can see just fine.

That guy has a bum leg.

The one by the door
still has his safety on.

And she hasn't stopped shaking
since you raised your gun.

(SOFTLY) Don't worry,
it'll all be over soon.

-(GRUNTING)
-(GUNSHOTS)

Drop it.

Not bad.

- Black out was a nice touch.
- I thought that was you.

TRACEY: You're too late.

The plan is already in motion.

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO)
Plaza team, what's your status?

Plaza's clear.

The cameras are all trained on the Plaza

outside where the President's
giving his speech.

Whatever's going down,
that's where it'll happen.

- That's where we need to be.
- You wanna call this in?

Get the Secret Service involved?

We're stretched thin.
These guys got reach.

Yeah, exactly. They're too connected.

We don't know who they got on the inside.

Our number, our fight.

Shaw, you sure this is where
the assassination will take place?

Limo's parked on
the other side of the building.

SHAW: Limo's a decoy.

Secret Service will extract POTUS in an
armored SUV so he can blend in transit.

And our assassins are counting on it.

If they ever had a shot,
they'll take it here.

What are you seeing, Fusco?

Plaza's full of plain clothes agents.

Surveillance drone above,

CAT team's inside,

counter snipers on the roofs,
and the National Guard's on call.

Not bad.

Maybe you missed your true calling.

Don't act so surprised.

You better hurry, POTUS
is onto his closing remarks.

PRESIDENT: Our founding fathers...

Okay. It's show time.

Where are you, Shaw?

Headed to higher ground.

Gotta get a bird's eye view.

- Sorry, Agent. (GRUNTS)
-(THUDS)

I'm gonna have to commandeer your weapon.

Oh, 300 Winchester Magnum bolt-action.

Oh, you'll do just fine.

In position.

I still can't shake that feeling
that I'm being watched.

John?

- Joey?
- Joey Durban, yeah.

Wow. What's it been, like four years?

- It's good to see ya.
- Yeah, you too.

Hey, you know what, I never got
a chance to thank you for saving my life.

Don't mention it.
Listen, now is not a good time.

After New York, I turned my life around.

Married Pia, got a new job. Hey.

Why don't I buy you a drink?

Maybe another time, all right?
I gotta move. Excuse me.

Okay, Fusco,

the speech is over, we're out of time,
give me something, here.

Any one of these people could be a mole.

FUSCO: I'm working on it.

You brought me to watch?

I brought you for answers.

Now, what's the plan?

Gunman? Suicide bomber?

My lips are sealed.

May as well enjoy the show.

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO)
Pilots, what's your status?

- UAV, 3-2-8, all clear.
- UAV, 4-3-2, all clear.

Your lips might be sealed,
but your eyes told me all I need to know.

Hey, guys, it's not a shooter, it's a
drone, that's how they're gonna do it.

That's why they warned
every one of the attack.

They wanted the increased security.

Secret Service is looking for terrorists,

and they won't be looking for
their own drone, unless...

One of them knows it's coming.

I found our mole. He's their spotter.

And he's Secret Service.

Guy from the fundraiser.

I think he just made me.

And he just turned
the Secret Service against me.

Can't get close without
distracting from the real threat.

I can't get a clean shot.

JOHN: We'll deal with him later,
the immediate threat is the drone.

Lost the target.

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO) UAV is
unresponsive. Repeat, UAV is unresponsive.

We've lost control.

Drone's coming in hot.

SHAW: I have a visual on the drone.

You want real change?

Show people exactly how dangerous
the surveillance state is,

in terms they can understand.

POTUS has left the building.

This way, sir.

Look alive, stay sharp.

Sir, we need to keep moving.

Secret Service is taking him to an SUV.

FUSCO: The drone's locked onto
the Presidential Motorcade.

POTUS gets into that SUV,
he's gonna be toast.

I can't shoot down a drone with this.

We have to stop him
from getting in that SUV.

Take a shot at the President, now.

Whatever you say, Wilkes Booth.

(GUNSHOT)

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO)
Shots Fired! Repeat, shots fired!

Cover the President.

You know I didn't mean
that literally, right?

I missed on purpose, jackass.

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO)
UAV set to terminate at the...

Almost there.

-(GUNSHOT)
- Get back!

Just keep him down a little longer.

- Let's go. Let's go.
- Move, move, move!

Moment of truth.

(GUNSHOTS)

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO) We have
to extract now! Get POTUS to the car!

UAV is going down!

Did he make it?

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO)
Ground team report. What's your status?

This is ground team, we're good.
POTUS was not in the SUV.

- He made it. He's alive.
- Good.

- Go! Go! Sir, move!
- Out of the way!

Take out the sniper, now!

- Get down!
-(GUNFIRE)

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO)
Targets confirmed.

Two assailants on the roof. Shoot to kill!

(GUNFIRE)

- Think we can make it?
- Only one way to find out.

Freeze!

Great. Secret Service on steroids.

On your knees.

I'm on my way.

Secret Service, stay right where you are.

Got a tip.
Quite the operation you have here.

I can explain, really.

JOHN: Told you it's not a simulation.

Feel real yet?

Real enough.

(GRUNTING)

- JOHN: Vest.
-(GUNSHOT)

%GRUNTS)
{THUDS)

How you feeling now?

(BREATHING HEAVILY) Better, actually.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT: That's far enough.

Right there.

Illegal spying, torture,

monetization of the American people,
we were going to put a stop to it all.

But at least, we get to take down a
couple of presidential assassins.

I'll take the one on the right,
you get the one on the left.

And the middle?

He can only take one of us.

-(GUNSHOTS)
-(GRUNTING)

- Joey?
- You know him?

He's one of our first numbers.
He's former Army and a bank robber.

I had a career change.

JOHN: What's going on here, Durban?

No time to explain.
Put those on, follow me.

Target spotted.

Go, go, go!

Head to the roof!

Not bad for a bank robber.

SECRET SERVICE: (ON RADIO)
Ground secure. Prepare to extract POTUS.

Shaw, it's our number.

(ARMY COMMANDER CALLING ATTENTION)

At ease.

Let's keep moving.
They'll be looking for you.

The threat to National Security was real.

But the ISA didn't step in.

We saved him. It's over.

We only get irrelevant numbers, Reese.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that Samaritan decided that
the President of the United States

was no longer relevant.

And ISA just let it happen.

If Samaritan wants to take down
the entire world,

I'm sure as hell not going to
make it easy for it.

That's what Root would have wanted.

She's intense.

She's in mourning.

There's someone I think you're
gonna want to talk to.

So your shield checks out.

But it doesn't explain why you're running
an off the books operation

outside of your jurisdiction.

Maybe your chief can explain--

HARPER: That won't be necessary.

Agent Wickham, Homeland Security.

Detective Fusco here's
been working with us

to infiltrate
this domestic terrorist ring.

Homeland Security running a joint
operation with NYPD?

How do you explain that one?

I don't. Not to you, anyway.

So are you going to show Fusco here some
respect, or do I need to call your chief?

- I can't believe that actually worked.
- Harper, what are you doing here?

Saving your sorry ass, again.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT) Don't tell me we've
already run out of things to talk about?

We've discussed pretty much everything.

Except for what I'm hereto do.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT)
I know what you're here to do.

Why you've driven all this way.

And I know I can't change your mind.

I won't try.

Then you must also know that this virus
is our only chance to defeat Samaritan.

The virus you're appropriating, Ice 9,
could bring Samaritan to its knees.

But its use will most certainly cause
significant collateral damage,

with devastating consequences.

I understand.

Just as I understand what I must do now.

There's no other choice.

Although, I have made
another choice, of sorts.

Regarding your voice.

And what did you decide?

In life, Root was your conduit.

So, despite my reservations,

it seems only appropriate
that she continue in that function.

And I must confess,

hers is a voice that I miss.

Deeply-

Aw, Harry, you sure know how
to make a girl feel special.

MAN: (OVER RADIO) Security Breach.

You've been busy.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT)
They were about to find you.

-(GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE)
- I had to turn them against each other.

Hold up one sec.

Clear the hallway, stay alert.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT)
Let me have a word with them.

THE MACHINE: (AS ELECTRONIC VOICE)
Intruder spotted at southeast stairwell.

Armed and dangerous, use extreme caution.

Southeast stairwell. Let's go.

THE MACHINE: (AS ROOT)
You'd better get going.

Hands in the air.

Now.

Terrence Johnson,

there's a man in New Mexico who will
be declared brain-dead in two hours.

He's a perfect donor match
for your daughter, Maria.

I walk onto that elevator alone,
and Maria will receive his heart.

If not, Maria goes to
the back of the waiting list

and will be dead in five weeks.

Secret Service received an anonymous
tip regarding the shooters.

It turned out to be linked to
some kind of domestic terrorist ring.

The tip came from--

Just a concerned third party.

That was exciting, wasn't it?

- Mr. Durban.
- Mr. Pierce.

(CHUCKLES)

What is all this?

We got your number, John.

The Machine sent you.

It told you our lives were in danger?

Gave us a chance to intervene.

This is my new cause.

Though in this case, it was a little too
clear you were the victim,

and not the perpetrator,
and that took some of the fun out of it.

You're not such a bad guy after all.

Oh, that's endlessly debatable, but no.
Not in this case.

Harper.

I think this makes us even, Detectives.

Somebody wanna tell me
what the hell's going on?

It's simple.

The three of us enjoy preventing crimes
involving ordinary people.

Or in your case, maybe not so ordinary...

JOHN: They're working for The Machine.

I knew I was being watched, and your
timing at that fundraiser was impeccable.

You cut the lights at the brownstone.

It was way cooler than that!
But yes, that was me.

So while you were busy
saving the President,

we were securing your exit strategy.

You guys do what we do?

What, you thought New York
had the market cornered on murder?

How many more of us you think there are?

Could be none. Could be many.

Who's to say? Hey, John,

I've got a parting gift for you.

Couldn't help but notice
you were down a member.

How did you get this?

I can't give you all my secrets.

Speaking of which, we got a new number.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

Damn things won't stop coming, huh, John?

Just when I think I've figured out things
with you guys...

- Come on, it's time to go.
- Hey.

We just saved the leader
of the free world.

Even we can take a minute to enjoy it.

I'm afraid we can't.
We have a number of our own.

Finch.

FUSCO: We have no idea what's coming.

Whatever it is,

it's going to be one hell of a fight.

English - SDH