Person of Interest s04e21 Episode Script

We are being watched.
The government has a secret system.
A machine that spies on you every hour of every day.
I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything.
Violent crimes involving ordinary people.
The government considers these people irrelevant.
We don't.
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.
- We are only numbers to it.
- No, the machine cares about us.
The second that a bullet enters your brain, the machine will cast you off and replace you.
I want them to release you.
I just want it to be done.
Okay, Anthony.
If you better understood Samaritan you'd know it employees a private army to do its bidding.
You would suspect they would employ one of them as a spy in your own organization.
Hey, hon.
Are you at work? Not yet.
My morning's been hellish.
Jackson forgot his lunch again today.
He can eat cafeteria food because I have got a ton of papers to grade before second period.
Oh, my God.
My brakes aren't working.
- My brakes.
- What? - What do you mean? - Dennis! No, no.
Get the body.
All good, ma'am.
Right on schedule.
Drive.
- You look like hell.
- Happy to see you too, Lionel.
Next time you decide to take on a psychopath in a frozen tundra, call your partner first.
Hey.
You're right.
You're a good detective.
And a damn good friend.
You have a temperature or something? I'm still standing.
Which is more than I can say for our friends here.
Brotherhood soldier.
Elias' guy came out of nowhere.
Shot Dominic's boys and disappeared.
It's like deja vu all over again.
Lionel, tell me this.
How'd a gunman get through security? That's a good question, detective.
Finch, I got four dead Brotherhood soldiers.
Why didn't the machine give us their numbers this time? I wish I knew.
It's no stretch to imagine that a cunning fugitive like Elias might have found a way to communicate that the machine can't trace.
At least that's one theory.
You got another? Samaritan has found the machine.
If that were true we'd all be dead.
What happened, Miss Groves? Turns out the People's Republic is surprisingly lax on full-body searches.
- How goes you gang war, Harry? - Dangerous.
I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before Dominic retaliates.
Might be sooner than you think.
You getting this number, Finch? It's actually two numbers, Mr.
Reese.
Dominic and Elias.
It seems the two crime bosses are hell-bent on killing each other.
God knows how many victims will get caught in the crossfire.
We have to find a way to stop this war, Mr.
Reese.
Got a feeling this might help.
Hmm.
It's some sort of canister.
I'll look into that.
In the meantime, I've managed to trace the Brotherhood security transport trucks to a new location.
Thanks.
I'll take Lionel.
- It's the last one.
- All right.
We got a problem.
- Boys want retribution for the courthouse.
- They'll have it in due time.
But time's running out.
We got soldiers with itchy trigger fingers Looks like there's trouble in paradise.
We need to take action.
You and me, we go back a long time.
Remember that skinny pockmarked kid from Trinidad? You told him it's not enough to hit back.
No, you need to put your enemy in the ground.
I haven't forgotten.
Only one way this war ends.
Brotherhood's preparing for battle.
- Increased security patrols.
- Mr.
Reese? I was thinking you and Fusco might stop by the bank.
You need us to make a deposit, Finch? The canister from the crime scene is a remnant of a long-defunct pneumatic tube mail network that once ran beneath the city.
One of its hubs was an old retail bank which has recently found new ownership.
- Carl Elias? - Indeed.
Mr.
Elias appears to have revived it to conceal his communications.
And smuggle murder weapons into highly secured government buildings.
If Elias is at the bank, we'll find him.
Shaw's phone.
Finch? I have to go, Mr.
Reese.
You'll have to manage Elias yourself.
Hello? Root, are you there? It's me.
I need your help.
Shaw? Wait, Sameen.
Where am I? Why are you doing this? We need to talk about Samaritan.
I I don't know what that means.
You know Tyler, don't you, Shelly? What? No.
I don't know that man.
He was one of my best agents.
It's your last chance to say goodbye.
No.
- No, no.
- Please, don't.
Oh, no! No! How could you forget a face like that? I don't understand.
Why are you doing this? I want you to be helpful.
Tyler was helpful.
At first.
He admitted to being one of several Samaritan moles embedded in the ISA.
He admitted that you were their handler.
I'm just a teacher and a mom.
I just I just wanna go home to my family.
I understand.
I'm a mother too.
That's why I'm giving you one last chance to save your own life.
Tell the truth, Shelly.
Or you too will end up a spot on the wall.
Root, are you there? It's me, I need your help.
She's alive, Harold.
We wrote her off for dead, but she's alive.
- We don't know that, Miss Groves.
- Except we do.
I just talked to her on a call originating from the city.
Can we take just five minutes and talk this through? The last time we had this conversation, I actually listened to you.
And to the machine.
Called off my search.
And all this time she needed us, Harold.
Like she needs us now.
Isn't this your specialty? Helping people when the phone rings? - That call is most certainly a trap.
- I know.
But Sameen's still alive and I'm going after her.
I can't help you, Miss Groves, if you insist on this impossible pace.
Root, what are we doing out here? When you told me to stop looking for Shaw, I did.
But now I need you to help me.
I can't do this alone.
Oh, dear.
Harold taught you blackjack and chess but I wonder if he ever taught you how to play chicken.
I'm gonna walk across this ledge with my eyes closed until, A you help me find Sameen or, B, I fall tragically to my death.
- Ah! - Miss Groves.
You've calculated the wind speed, so you know how treacherous this is.
You have to ask yourself what's worse: The two of us working together or me taking this next step alone.
Thanks for playing.
Come on, Harry.
She found us a ride.
The machine's located Sameen.
Buckle up.
Shaw's call originated from a landline somewhere inside that asylum.
Steiner Psychiatric Institute.
State controlled, with a closed security system.
Which explains our little pit stop.
The machine would never let us show up empty-handed to a rescue mission.
Did the machine have any thoughts about us not getting ourselves killed? Right now she's pretty fixated on this shovel.
This looks like the spot.
- You got a plan to get in, partner? - Relax, I got a backstage pass.
- We need a word with your boss.
- What makes you think he's here? How about we come back with a SWAT team? That's what I thought.
We're in the bank, Finch.
John, I may have to go offline for a while.
We found Sameen.
Shaw? She's alive? Text me the address.
I'm on my way.
I need you to babysit Elias.
I don't need a sitter, John.
And I warned you not to interfere.
By interfering, you mean saving your life? Again? - Who says I need saving? - How long do you think you got before the Brotherhood comes looking to make their own withdrawal? Pneumatic tubes once looped around the entire island of Manhattan delivering mail and money.
American ingenuity at its finest.
And you would have me leave, flee like a coward? - No.
You know me better than that, John.
- I know you used to be careful.
Canister in the trash? Sloppy.
And enough evidence to charge you with conspiracy to commit murder.
- Are you placing me under arrest, detectives? - If you don't go quietly Time to end this war.
This is your last chance, detectives.
Walk away while you still can.
The Brotherhood.
- Can't say I didn't warn you.
- Hurry.
Need another way out.
Just like old times.
This way.
Fool me once, old man.
Eleven weeks ago, this second-rate facility upgraded to a fiber optics network it can't possibly afford.
Come on, Harry.
Information travels through optical fiber in pulses of light.
- Just one percent of any one pulse contains - One hundred percent of the data.
Like a drop of blood carrying DNA.
Exactly.
Our micro-clamping friend here will bend the cable just enough to leak a little light.
They'll never know they've been hacked.
This is a cascade of information.
Samaritan is doing more than just harboring Miss Shaw in there.
We'll need to crack its considerable encryption.
She's already accessing your laptop.
"All forces on alert.
We will soon isolate the machine.
" They're close to finding you.
I don't care what happens to me.
- What did the machine tell you? - She says it's too dangerous.
I'm inclined to agree, Miss Groves.
This isn't just a rescue mission to save Shaw.
The machine needs our help too.
If we don't save them, who will? Detective, looks like you caught a bullet through the shoulder.
Props to the shooter.
He's dead.
You'll be joining him soon enough.
Extra cell.
Let me guess, it belongs to our friend Riley.
Fake cop needs one for his day job and one for special assignments.
What are we waiting for? We should put Elias down now while we have the chance.
Tell me, how do Elias and his buddies manage to stay one step ahead? They got good intel.
We kill them now, that intel dies with them.
This isn't just about running the city.
This is about staying alive long enough to enjoy it.
What do the Romans say? "I came, I saw, I conquered.
" - Can't conquer what you don't understand.
- Exactly.
In this day and age, a fugitive crime lord like yourself remains free.
How? Because two of New York's finest protect and serve you.
At least they used to.
From now on, they answer to me.
And you're all gonna tell me how this little symbiotic relationship works.
How are we gonna know they're telling the truth? That's why I invited a mutual friend.
Sorry, boys.
But I got an offer I couldn't refuse.
You admitted me to the funny farm once.
Turnabout's fair play.
I don't recall dressing you like a homeless dope fiend.
It's not that bad.
You look more hipster than homeless.
Did the machine have any instructions for me? She said, "Just be honest.
" - Doctor, how can I help you? - I need to admit this man on the TDO 72-hour involuntary hold.
He's an increasingly dangerous paranoid schizophrenic.
Unless he'd care to disagree.
It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you.
Who exactly is after you? The Brotherhood, the federal government.
An artificial super-intelligence, obviously.
- What's your name, sir? - I go by many names.
All derived from species of birds.
I'd mark him as a John Doe.
He basically lives in the subway.
Thanks, we'll take it from here.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Find Lenny, tell him they stole his spaceman.
I hate to interrupt this scintillating contest, but I was hoping to find Lenny.
Thank you.
Pardon me, Lenny.
These gentlemen stole your spaceman.
Liars! - Calm down.
- You stole my spaceman.
The ninth floor is reserved for the most violent patients.
It's the most secure and it's the only floor without surveillance cameras.
It's also the only floor with secure elevator access.
This has to be it.
I'm searching the electronic charts for a profile that might match Sameen's.
Okay, don't lose your head, Miss Groves, this might mean nothing.
But they're holding a compact Persian sociopath in Room 914.
Stay tuned, Harold.
Everything we have worked for, it's coming to fruition.
The correction is upon us.
Stand by for instructions.
You need to leave, Harold.
- Now.
- Not without you, Miss Groves.
You don't have a choice.
This is Samaritan's base of operations.
We're in the belly of the beast.
You have to shut your eyes.
A lesson I've learned all too well.
I would've stayed in the dark too if some friends hadn't convinced me to dig a little deeper.
Now, I'm curious.
How does a prep school girl from Greenwich ever come to work for Samaritan? I I have no idea who this Samaritan is.
This is all a huge mistake.
Please.
Please, I I have a daughter.
Sarah, she's a She's a toddler.
And my son, Jackson, he's just starting second grade.
I just wanna go home and see them.
I'm sorry.
I know how you feel.
I lost my mother too at a very young age.
But you already know that, don't you, Shelly? That's why you keep playing the mother card.
Did it tell you to do that? Did it think that you could handle me too? How many agents are you handling for Samaritan? You recognize anyone? Kind of looks like Tyler.
At least it used to.
I go to the park on my lunch hour.
I like to watch the artists paint.
Who do you watch in the coffee shop? I'm in that coffee shop at least three times a week.
This is just - This is some sort of freak coincidence.
- A more pertinent question would be what's a middle-aged caffeine-addicted schoolteacher doing roaming the halls of the White House? You have no idea what's coming for you, bitch.
I'm offering a place at the table.
Acknowledge me as the head of the five families and you and your men can live.
Just because you're sitting at the head doesn't mean you can lead.
- My men are loyal to me.
- Which men? The Cosa Nostra or our boys in blue? Ah, and then there's the mysterious third party.
The guy with the tech, the hacker.
Don't bother lying.
I told them about Harold.
Honest about your deceit.
How noble.
Harold's tapped into the city's cameras.
I want his system.
You're gonna kill me regardless.
Why turn on a friend? Like you turned on your right-hand man? Anthony, right? How's it feel knowing you're responsible for your friend's death? You really wanna know? Be careful what you wish for, Dominic.
We'll start with the hand and work our way up.
Where do you meet Harold? Do you have a safe house in the city? If I knew, I would have told you by now.
Where is your boss, detective? Truth is I don't know.
Truth hurts.
You want some air, tell me where your hacker boss is.
- Again.
- Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
You got? You got a loofah? Maybe you can wash my back while you're at it.
Found this in one of the canisters.
- Date and time of the courthouse hearings.
- Got a rat in our crew.
He got our boys killed.
An inside man selling secrets to Elias.
Fish him out, we got more important business.
Come help me out.
I'll go get the key.
Listen, I got a little text from Thornhill.
She said I could name my price if I save your ass.
Hey, thanks for the spa day, sunshine.
I'm not done with you yet.
This is a restricted floor, doctor.
Sorry.
I was looking for an aspirin stash.
I have a lower back thing.
Sameen? You just missed her.
Time to finish what we started.
You read my mind.
- Where are they taking her? - Relax, I'm sure it's someplace nice.
You should be proud of Shaw.
She held out for a month or two.
I had to hurt her pretty bad.
But she broke eventually.
Lying bitch.
And by the way, thanks for doing everything she said you would do.
You're calmer than normal, John.
Given the circumstances.
I took a trip to the mountains.
I saw an old friend.
She reminded me of what I've been missing.
And what is that? Life.
And yet here you are, stuck in a dark basement with me.
You should have heeded my warning.
You knew the Brotherhood was coming.
That canister in the trash that wasn't a mistake.
Did I leave a breadcrumb? Just wondering what's up your sleeve.
Trapdoor? Pneumatic tubes rigged with C-4? I'm afraid this is my last stand.
You're an honorable man, John.
It's been nice knowing you.
Gonna need you to write a little letter.
With your good hand.
"At sunrise, 3648 Lafayette Avenue.
" Unless you want Riley here to wipe for you.
How about you come a little closer? I'll settle my own score, John.
My friends are upset because they've discovered a traitor in their midst.
Now write "veni, vidi, vici.
" The address to the Brotherhood's base of operations.
As far as your men are concerned, their boss just gave orders to invade.
When they come, the Brotherhood will be waiting.
Your men can die by your hands or you can give me the name of the rat in my crew.
Let's get her strapped to the bed.
This shouldn't take long.
Really, Miss Groves, there's such a thing as nobility in defeat.
I have everything I need to find the machine.
No amount of kicking will change that.
If you'd found the machine, I'd be the first to know.
Exactly.
We have scoured every network device on the planet without success.
Until I realized you are the last piece of the puzzle.
The answer is in your head.
I don't have the slightest idea where the machine's located.
Not in your brain, in your head.
Your direct line to the machine.
The cochlear implant.
Your little girlfriend told us all about it.
She would never We have no reason to lie about something like that.
Welcome, Mr.
Finch.
You're just in time to see us cut your friend's head open.
There'll be some brain damage, but you'll still be able to clothe and feed yourself.
Although I can't say you'll be much of a marksman moving forward.
Harold doesn't have to see this.
If you want, I'll end him first and let you watch.
Lay a hand on him, I'll kill you.
Sit back.
Relax, honey.
Or I'll lay more than just a hand on him.
He doesn't look like much of a fighter.
Bet he'll die without so much as a peep.
What do you know? Not a peep.
Now I surrender.
Who's your contact at the White House? I used to admire you.
The work you did for your country.
You can still prove that you're a true patriot.
How? - By letting you go? - No, this is not about me.
It's about to begin.
The correction.
Correction? For whom? Don't worry, it's nothing you haven't done yourself.
What are you talking about? The ferry bombing.
You sanctioned Nathan Ingram's death, along with all the other innocent people.
- Samaritan is planning an attack.
- Attack? Is that how you would classify the actions you took to protect your country? When? May 6th.
What does that number mean? You can go ahead and shoot me.
I'm not gonna tell you.
You should save your energy, because you're gonna need it.
Do you know the story of Sodom and Gomorrah? Lot's wife couldn't help but look back at the burning city and she burst into a pillar of salt.
But you can still save yourself if you don't do anything to stop the correction.
You said yourself, you're good at shutting your eyes.
Well, the world is about to catch fire.
Here's your last chance to look away.
Time's up.
Do we have an agreement, or do we send the note and exterminate your men? - Send it to the tubes.
- Okay, okay.
You win.
Just, please, just leave my men alone.
Now, tell me who's your informant? He has me send payments to this account.
Your money man can verify.
We'll be hearing shortly.
Yeah, Lawrence.
What do you got? No, that'll be all.
Lawrence give you a name? An alias.
I need your advice on how to deal with this.
It's not enough to hit back.
Gotta put your enemy in the ground.
Whose name was on the account? It's yours, Link.
Oh.
Oh, man.
You can take my title, but you can't hold onto it.
You can't trust anyone.
Now your men won't trust you.
They trust that I will exterminate a rat.
A rat? I might have lied about a few things.
Like the message your man intercepted.
You planted that message? You knew we were coming.
Well, good news, there's no rat in your organization.
Bad news, you need a new right-hand man.
You wanna kill me, go ahead.
You were always gonna win this war anyway.
Kill him, you'll never get the information you want.
Tell me you have another plan, Elias.
This is my plan, John.
I told you I'd make them answer for Anthony.
So tell me how does it feel knowing that you're responsible for your friend's death? Shall we continue? Have you forgotten her so quickly? You've already discarded her and you're a human being.
Imagine how quickly that thing that you've created would discard you.
Do you ever lay awake at night wondering if one day it will see you as a threat? Or worse, as irrelevant? How arrogant of you to think that any of us are anything but irrelevant.
Samaritan is offering your machine a second chance to save the lives of its human agents.
Give up its location or they die.
The offer expires in 60 seconds.
Don't do it.
Please.
Don't give yourself up.
Harold was right.
We are interchangeable.
You can replace us.
You can keep fighting.
Don't do it.
Don't die for us.
Until the next time, Mr.
Finch.
Go home to your loved ones.
Hold your daughter tight, because a new day is dawning.
And those who impede progress the disruptive, the aberrant, will be systematically purged from our society.
There will be no mercy.
No stay of execution.
For some, this will be the end but for others a rebirth.
A second chance to live the life they were designed for.
Every life given a purpose.
Samaritan will build a new world.
A better world.
Too bad you won't live to see it.
The machine gave up its location to save our lives.
They're going to kill her, Harold.
- Do you know where they're going? - I don't know.
But we have to get there first before it's too late.