Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 2, Episode 10 - Shadow Box - full transcript

You 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'll never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,



if your number's up, we'll find you.

Behind the Government Team presents

Hi, mom.
Hi, dad.

If you're watching this,
you'll know I'm in trouble.

I've always tried to be good,

keep the rules.

Now I'm gonna break them
in a big way.

Just hold him still.

Bear, afliggen!
Sit.

That was a big help.

So, you said we had another number?

Abby Monroe, 26.

Honor student at school,
degree in engineering.

She's worked for the last year
at a military charity,



Homes For Our Returning Heroes,

maybe because her younger brother
was killed in Afghanistan

18 months ago.

She quit the charity a week ago.

She's now working as a temp
in a city planning office.

- Any threats?
- Not that I can see,

but some anomalies.

She dumped her phone five days ago
and moved out of her apartment.

In fact, the only way
I could trace her

was through the temp agency.

She's hiding from someone.

I'd better get eyes on her.

It's your turn to dry him.

She could be
in imminent danger, Finch.

- Mr. Reese, he's your dog.
- You'll manage.

Detective.

Detective.

Dinner was fun.

What about doing it again?

I'm free tonight, as it happens.

Sorry.

Got a case I'm looking at.

Him, actually.

Davidson. The Internal Affairs cop went
missing last winter. Did you know him?

Know him?
I had some run-ins with him.

- What's your interest?
- I got a tip,

anonymous.

Said a cop killed him.

Maybe he was mixed up
in some HR business.

Maybe an HR cop took him out.

I heard of one group out of the 51st

was offing dealers
and selling their supply.

You got any names?

Most of them are behind bars or dead,
but not all of them.

Will you excuse us?

Detective Carter, we need to talk.

I'll catch up with you later.

So, with HR degraded
to the point of irrelevance,

my team is shifting priorities
back to the man in the suit.

He's still out there.
Do you still want to catch him?

- Yes, of course.
- Good.

We have some new information,

including who he's working for.

Now, the bureau has been
tracking the emergence

of private intelligence networks,

like the CIA or MI6, but for profit.

We think the biggest of these
has Chinese backing.

They've got technology,
serious resources,

and they've been buying up talent.

For instance, we think Mark Snow,

the CIA agent who contacted you,
may also have been recruited,

possibly by the man in the suit.

- Really? Snow?
- Makes sense.

Snow was sent to find
this man by the CIA.

He catches him, and then
the man in the suit flips him.

Gets snow to be his asset.

Listen, I want to read you into this,
but it's classified,

so I've been authorized to offer you
a temporary assignment to the bureau.

And I know, with your skills,
it'll soon become permanent.

Sooner you're on board,
sooner I can fill you in.

So, please, think about it.

I will.
Thank you.

- Hello, Detective.
- I need to find our friend.

We have a big problem.

You'll find him at the department
of city planning.

So he just downloaded the file
and walked out?

Didn't anyone try to stop her?

Apparently nobody noticed.

Detective Carter.
What do we got?

You heard the 10-31 too, Detective?

Yep.
So, what is it?

Like we were telling
Marshal Jennings here...

Marshal Jennings, huh?

The manager called it in 'cause one
of his staff, a girl, Abby Monroe,

downloaded a file illegally.

And walked out with it two hours ago.
No one noticed till too late.

Does anyone know what's on the file?

We keep plans here
for some important buildings,

but all she walked out with
were some engineering drawings

for the 1400 block of Hanover
near Wall Street.

It's got an electrical sub-station,
lawyers' offices,

and the HQ of an investment bank.

Nothing like a critical
infrastructure target.

So, does anyone know
where this Abby Monroe lives?

We ran a check.
The address she gave us is fake.

The phone number is a pay phone.

Solid background check there.

What can I say?
I mean, she seemed like a sweet kid.

Kind of disappointing to find
she was a flake.

Kids.

You never know.
Right?

Right.

Anyway, good job,
following up so quickly.

Gentlemen.

Thank you, Marshal.

Look, if you come up with anything else,
give me a call.

Are you out of your mind?

Impersonating
a law enforcement officer?

Marshal Jennings?
You took his star?

He wasn't using it anymore.

It's great, Carter.

Just flash a badge,
and people tell you everything.

You gotta stop.

Donnelly's back,
and he's hot for the man in the suit.

He has a new theory.

Yeah, that I'm working
for China or something.

We heard.

We also heard his offer.

Maybe a transfer to the FBI
would be good for you.

Do you listen
to all of my conversations?

More or less.
You're looking nice, Carter.

Maybe this Cal Beecher
would be good for you too.

Long as he treats you right. He messes
with you, he'll be hearing from me.

All right, look. We're gonna have
to set some boundaries here.

Well, sure.

Things get heavy with you and Cal,
we'll tune out right away.

Never mind.

What's the deal with Abby Monroe?

I was checking to see she wasn't
in trouble. Looks like I'm a bit late.

Can you get me footage from
that camera from about 2 hours ago?

And that camera too?

Thank you.

There's Abby.

Were you able to trace
the owner of the motorcycle?

No, because it was stolen

from a second-hand showroom
in Queens four days ago.

I got the camera tapes
out of the robbery squad.

I see the perp is a single male.

You looking at the footage now?

- Yes. Why?
- No reason.

Blew the locks with det cord.

Ignored the alarms,
'cause he knew he'd be less than 30 s.

He broke the key case
with his bare hand.

Chose his machine.

That's impressive.

What is...

What is going on here?

Don't tell me you can see
what's on my computer too.

What did I say
about setting boundaries?

That's a prosthetic hand.

High-end prosthetic,

use of det cord to gain entry
into a building.

My guess, ex-military.

Might explain his connection to Abby.
The question is, what are they doing?

I don't think
you're gonna like the answer.

Comp stat just flagged
my license plate inquiry.

The same motorcycle was seen
on a traffic light camera

near a robbery at a construction site
in New Jersey three nights ago.

- What was stolen?
- Explosives.

Semtex.

20 pounds of it, and blasting caps.

Let's see, theft of explosives,

theft of engineering plans
for a block on Wall Street.

This guy could be the next McVeigh,
and your girl is working with him.

He may have manipulated her
into getting involved.

She's still involved.
I'm sorry.

I'm gonna have to do my job.

I'm gonna have to put
her name out on an APB.

We've got to find her first.

Hey, Olson, you worked at the 55.

You know a Narco detective
named Cal Beecher?

Sure do.
We used to call him 18-karat Cal.

Better suits, better cars,
better girls than the rest of us.

Maybe he just had better taste.

Or maybe he was on the take.

- Did you hear me say that?
- Don't know. What are you saying?

Look, he was undercover narcotics.

A lot of buy-and-busts,
a lot of money hanging around.

- Anyway, why you want to know?
- I just been seeing him around.

He's been hanging around Carter.

Bees like honey, Fusco.

I'm just saying, but the way
Abby went off the grid, cut all ties,

she's planning something.

You think our honor student
wants to blow up Wall Street?

Her boyfriend might.

He isn't the first vet
to try something extreme.

We are an odd bunch, Finch.

You are odd, Mr. Reese.
You're also wrong.

If Abby were involved
with domestic terrorism,

which would be a relevant crime,

the machine would have
given her number to...

to whoever now runs that end of things
at the government, not to us.

Whether she's the target
or the source of the threat,

the issues must be personal.

Fine, but what leads do we have left?

We have two.

First, the pay phone number
that she gave the temp agency.

It's a street corner in Queens.

The agency must have been able
to contact her there at one point.

It might give you where she's living.

And the second lead?

The one stable point in her life
for the last year the charity,

Homes For Our Returning Heroes.
I'll check that one out.

Good.
You need to get out more.

- You're in a good mood.
- I am.

I woke up this morning and felt...

it took me a while to put
my finger on it, but I felt happy.

Must be this job.

Well, I'm glad.

Sorry, Bear.
Not now.

Abby tapped into that pay phone.

I think I've found where our
Bonnie and Clyde have been laying low.

Josh Monroe, Abby's little brother.

I'm an old friend of Abby's family,
and as I was visiting New York,

they asked if I'd try
to find out where Abby is

and why she left her job here.

She never told them?

I'm sorry, but I had to fire her.

Fire her?

- What on earth for?
- Stealing.

At first, it was just petty cash,
and I let it go,

thinking it was simple carelessness,

but then I found she was sneaking
into the charity's accounts,

trying to move money around...

significant amounts.

Mr. Chapple,

that really doesn't sound
like the Abby I know.

Unfortunately, it's true.

We give low-cost loans to veterans
in financial trouble.

Any hint of a scandal, and our donations
would just dry right up.

Abby had to go.

Hi, mom.
Hi, dad.

If you're watching this,
you'll know I'm in trouble.

I don't think you've really been mad
at me since I was eight,

that time I tied Josh
to his skateboard

and pushed him down the hill in front of
our house to see how fast he would go.

Since then, I've always tried
to be good, keep the rules.

Now I'm gonna break them
in a big way.

Why? Well, it's complicated
and it's simple.

I'm doing it because it's right,

and I know Josh would agree with me.

He was my little brother,
but I always looked up to him,

and I know
that he would be proud of me,

just like I hope you are
when you know the truth.

I love you,

and I hope
you never have to see this.

Any idea why she started stealing?

I believe the trouble started
when she met a former Marine.

They'd talk
when he came by the offices.

Somehow, he must have made
an impression on Abby,

because, just about that time,
she started stealing.

I don't understand.
Why did this Marine come here?

I'm sorry.

We have a confidentiality agreement
with all of our loan recipients.

Suffice it to say,
it was not a pleasant visit.

Could you at least tell me his name?

Corporal Shayn Coleman,
explosives ordinance disposal expert.

Lost his right arm

defusing an IED in Afghanistan
three years ago.

He's our motorcycle thief.

I tracked down Shayn's parents
in his hometown in Ohio.

They haven't seen him
in more than two months.

Did they know he was in trouble?

They said he'd had
his home foreclosed on,

and his fiancee dumped him.

Must be why he went to Chapple...

to ask for another loan.

However it happened,
this is more than enough

to tip someone over the edge.

He's our guy.
I'm adding his name to the APB.

Do what you have to do, Detective.

Are you still there?

I'm watching Philip Chapple
meet with two armed men.

What are they like?

Like you, to be honest...
low-key and vaguely menacing.

I suspect he's telling them to follow me
via the GPS transponder

he slipped into my pocket
as I was leaving.

And where is the transponder now?

It's on a laundry van
with Jersey plates.

Nice work, Finch.

Obviously, Chapple
will take any opportunity

to track Abby down.

What she's planning
must connect to him too.

When the charity closes,
I'll go back in, see what I can find.

When I said you need to get out more,
I didn't mean that.

Let me take care of it.

No such thing as a risk-free life,
Mr. Reese,

and Abby is still our priority.

You wait for her.

So, I'll go back in,
see what exactly Chapple's hiding.

I'm inside,

but the alarm

has been tampered with.

That's because they could be
waiting for you, Harold.

What was that?
Finch, get out now.

Who are you?

Who I am is not important,
Mr. Coleman.

How do you know my name?
What are you doing here?

The same thing as you, I expect,

and since you woke the whole building,
we better hurry.

I'm on my way to you.
Please, just walk away now, Finch.

Who are you?
Let go of me!

It's okay.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Finch, get out now.

Don't risk it. I've got Abby.
Get out of there.

Nearly done, Mr. Reese.

Please don't do that.

Then get off of me.

Let me go.

Please, no guns.

Talk to me.

- What's happening?
- The situation is evolving.

There they go!

Stop right there!

Get on, or they'll kill you!
Get on!

Are you okay?

Aside from riding
on a motorcycle illegally, I'm fine!

I'll be in touch!

Well done.

Hello, Abby.

I'm John.

You should leave now, because my
boyfriend's gonna be here any minute.

Your boyfriend, Shayn?

I don't know how you know that,
but yes,

and he's a Marine,
so you do not want to meet him.

Actually, I do want to meet him,
but first things first.

What does that message
to your parents mean?

What?

You broke into my room
and went through my stuff?

Get out...

- or I'm...
- What?

You'll call the police?

I know about the building plans
and the explosives.

I knew it.
You work for Chapple.

But I'm interested to know why
you and Shayn are going after him.

Because Chapple's a liar and a thief,

and I'm not saying another word
until you tell me who you are.

I'm here to stop you from getting
into even more trouble.

Not what I asked.

Who are you?

I find it hard to answer that,

even to myself.

I was a soldier once,
like your brother Josh.

But I was lucky.
I made it out.

Yes.
What's happening?

I've explained to Shayn
that we're trying to help him.

Did he believe you?

No, especially when I told him
that you have Abby.

Things are a little tense.

Let me talk to him.

Who is this?

You know, Abby keeps asking me
the same thing.

It's really not important.

If you hurt her, you will be sorry.

The same goes for you and my friend.

We should meet.

Once you leave with Shayn,
I can't protect you anymore.

I never asked you
to protect me in the first place.

Whatever you're planning,
I know why, Abby.

You couldn't save your brother,
so you're trying to save Shayn.

I understand that, truly.

I'd feel the same way.

Tell me,

what did Chapple do to you?

Nothing I can't handle,
but he nearly destroyed Shayn.

By lending him money?

Chapple made him a loan.

The interest rates tripled in a year.

No one could keep up those payments.

Millions of people lost their homes.

They don't go around
stealing explosives.

Shayn should move on.

He lost his home and his fiancee.

He even introduced
some of his buddies to Chapple,

one of whom shot himself

on the porch of the house
he no longer owned.

Should he move on from that?

Look, I went through Chapple's files.
I saw what he was doing.

There are hundreds,

hundreds of soldiers
who lost their homes.

What are you gonna do, Abby?

The right thing.

Can I go now?

I assume you put a tracker on him.

Rather a clever one,
if I do say so myself.

His prosthetic arm is controlled
by myoelectric sensors

by way of a wireless link,

so I cloned the link

and reprogrammed it

to attempt a forced pair
with every cell phone they pass.

Leaving a nice GPS trail.

Well done, Finch.

Especially on the back
of a speeding motorcycle,

which was exhilarating, by the way.

I might have to get myself one.

Working late?

It's always something, you know?

Yeah.
Is something wrong, Carter?

- Donnelly made me an offer today.
- What, I got competition?

From that guy?

No, not that sort of offer.

He invited me to join the FBI.

Could be a good move.

I mean, small fish in a big pond, but
think of the prospects, and the money.

You should do it.

But what about my kid?

It'll probably mean
I have to move out of New York.

You mean I'd never see you again?

It's Cal.

No problem.

I'll see you then.

Now what were we talking about?

About never seeing me again.

Right.

It's Cal.

Cal, Alonzo Quinn.
Can we meet?

Tyrell Park.
Say, 30 minutes?

No problem.

You can help me out.

Any way I can, Mr. Quinn.

The Mayor has seen this crime spike

in Crown Heights.

Drug busts,
burglaries, even homicides.

I must find out what's happening.

I told him I got a godson
who's got his ear to the ground.

So, do you?

Crown Heights.

We think it's a Russian,
Peter Yogorov.

Used to work Brighton Beach
till Elias kicked him out.

We believe he's pulling strings
from the inside,

working to take over the Heights.

What are you doing here?

I'm keeping an eye on you,
you slippery little mutt.

- What are you doing?
- None of your business.

You're following Cal Beecher.

You're checking him out for Carter?

Who else
you've been flapping your gums to.

About you burying Davidson?

Not Beecher.

Not yet.

You crossed a line
when youcall to Carter,

pointing her towards me
in the Davidson murder.

What line is that?

The line where I don't
give a crap anymore.

So watch your back.

How many times I've heard that?

And here I am,

beautiful as ever.

Go home, Fusco.

What are you doing here?

I said, go home.

There's our cell phone trail.

It looks like Abby and Shayn are heading
for the 1400 block of Hanover.

Question is, what's there?

I've listed every
business name on the block,

cross-checking against the
download of Chapple's computer.

Bingo.
An investment bank, Merton Watts.

He has an account there.

Not according
to his computer records.

- Then a safe deposit box?
- What would he keep in it?

According to his accounts,
Chapple's not rich.

Abby said hundreds
of the loans he made were foreclosed on.

- He's getting kickbacks from the banks.
- You may be right.

Merton Watts has first lien on
any properties Chapple loans money on.

That means they handle
all foreclosure sales.

Split the profits with Chapple,

which he keeps in his
safe deposit box at the bank.

That's what Abby and Shayn are after.

Why is she doing this?
For Shayn?

Yes.
And for her brother.

She still feels a debt.

The dead have a power like that,
as you know.

How are they going to do this?

Semtex and building plans.

They'll find a soft entry point

and blast their way into the vault.

I like these kids.

I'd like them to live.

Please try to get to them
before Chapple's thugs do.

System's back up.

- They get anything from the safe?
- The box code and the keys.

There's no way they can get
into the vault at the bank?

What do you think?

Police band saysthey stole explosives
and engineering plans.

Get down there.
Deal with them.

You have to pay for another man.

- It's a big area to cover.
- Whatever you need.

Just finish it.

Carter, I need to see you
immediately.

Can I have your phone?

What's going on?

I think the organization
our man works for

has some sophisticated capabilities.

Like wire-tapping cops?

Has something happened?

I think we got our break.

The man in the suit was involved

in a robbery at a charity
on the Upper East Side.

How do you know that?

Now, before I can let you in,
I have to know

if you'll accept the temporary
assignment to the bureau.

Good.
You won't regret it.

We've been tracking
this man for ten months.

Every time we get close,
he slips right out from under us,

as if he has some guardian angel.

All I've looked for since then
is a lead, any lead,

and then I realized, the phone.

He's in constant communication
with his handlers.

I thought, Cross-checked crime scenes,
he was reported

at with cell tower logs of IMEIs.

- Came up with nothing.
- Exactly. Nothing.

Our engineers at Quantico
analyzed the cell tower traffic

from that night he gave us
the slip downtown.

Under the wireless and radio noise,
they found short bursts

of a cloned IMEI
with a unique signature.

I tasked an FBI computer cluster
to search for that signature.

24 hours ago,
the cluster came online.

It spotted another burst
of cloned IMEIs

at the exact time
and location of the robbery. It's him.

I've got SWAT teams standing by.

If he uses that phone,
we'll have him.

This is far enough.

I'll handle this from here.
I'll meet you back at the apartment.

No, together or nothing.

You've risked enough.

This isn't your fight right now.

This is my fight.
You're my fight.

I wouldn't do that.

Or that.

The truth...

or I take you to the cops myself.

You're here to steal Chapple's money.

What then?

We want to give it back to
the people he stole it from.

We haven't thought that far ahead.

You haven't thought very far at all.

- Why not go to the cops or a lawyer?
- Abby did.

She went to the DA,
but Chapple got there first,

spread his poison.

The DA even threatened
to prosecute her for theft and slander.

When I got to my apartment,
one of Chapple's mercenaries was there.

He beat me up.

He said if I said another word,

he would come back
and put a bullet in my head.

I assume the bank's through there?

We blow that wall,
we're underneath it.

- This has gone far enough.
- Has it, Finch?

Yes. Stop them.
I can deal with Chapple.

Chapple hurt them.

They tried the law.
The law wasn't interested.

What have they got left?

I've always had a thing
about people who screw with veterans.

- It's far too risky.
- What did you say, Harold?

No such thing as a risk-free life.

Let's do it.

Wait for the subway.

This is where
the safe deposit boxes are.

We realized we couldn't get to them
from inside the bank,

we decided to bring them to us.

You're gonna blow the roof.

We got something here.

- John, what's your situation?
- Ten more minutes.

I'm seeing what I can only describe

as interference on our phone link.

Is it Root?
No.

It's a broad spectrum sweep,
heavy-duty computer power.

Root's more subtle than that.
It must be our FBI friend.

Stay off the line
and please get out now.

If they won't come, leave them.

I don't leave people,

and they're bringing down
a very bad man.

Now, isn't that what
your experiment's all about?

My experiment
is about stopping people

from getting killed,
not robbing banks.

Five minutes and we're out.

Let's go.

There, 158.

His account's in a bank in Venezuela.

- Is this what you need?
- This is.

There's more than $30 million here.

His charity stole $30 million.

Then let's go, back the way we came.

- You okay?
- Karma at last.

It's those thugs
Chapple hired, isn't it?

The bank opens in 30 minutes.
We've got to get out before then.

Hang tight.

911 call.

Possible underground explosion
near Wall Street.

We're tracking IMEI bursts
in the same area. It's him.

We hook up a SWAT.

- Are you with us?
- Of course.

- I just need to make a phone call.
- Make it quick.

Can you make sure
Taylor gets to school?

You been drinking?

Tell Harold,
Donnelly is headed to Wall Street.

He's tracking the phones.

Yes.
Thank you. I love you.

I hope it's not near Wall Street,
that's where Donnelly's heading.

That's where John is.

Merton Watts Investment Bank,
Hanover Street.

Carter said something
about him being up on your phones.

As I feared.

You can do to run interference for us
at the bank, Detective.

I would be most grateful.

I take it you know this gentleman?

Peter Yogorov,
enforcer for the Russian mob.

Least he used to be until
Elias took out his old man.

Seems like something
that might be to our advantage.

To hit back at Elias?

To build another revenue stream.

Yogorov's at MCC, awaiting trial
with his little brother Lazlo.

DA's got him dead to rights
on a dozen different counts.

Maybe we can do something about that.

You need something
on the District Attorney?

Let me handle that.

By going all spartan
on our emissaries,

Elias has made it clear
that relationship is over.

We need new friends.

You want me to talk to the Russians?

Open negotiations?

They have all the right pieces,
but with us behind them,

cash flow would no longer
be an issue.

Understood, boss.

Just heard something interesting.

Looks like
that pain-in-the-ass Donnelly

finally caught up
with the man in the suit.

Not even 7:00 AM,

and already a perfect day.

The bank's about to open, John.
Where are you?

What's happening?

I hate to say this
but we're in a bit of a pickle here.

Get upstairs to the foyer.
I have IDs and passes for all of you.

Cover us.

What are you looking for?

Clothes.
You need to get changed.

We're gonna dress up like bankers.

We're gonna climb up there
and walk right out the front door.

Come on.

Base picked up another burst
of comms from the target.

- Same location?
- Yes, sir.

You can't hear what he's saying?

- Do you know who he's talking to?
- Not yet.

Give me the gun.

You take Abby.

You've done enough.
I'm the one who got us into this mess.

We all got ourselves into this mess.

We're all going to get ourselves out.

Now, when you get up to the foyer,
look for Harold.

I'll be right behind you.

Now.

Looks like nothing's going on.

The signal's still active
and the 911 call said

the explosion was underground.
He's in there.

One team in front with me,
second team, around the back.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm a client here at the bank.
I need to get into the vault now.

Here. Take these.

My name is Harold Wren.
I own an insurance company.

You are my associates.

We have an appointment here.

Where's John?

FBI!
Everybody back against the wall!

Stay where you are!

- Hands up!
- See your hands!

Foyer's secure.
Check every ID. No one leaves.

Half your men here, half with me.
Yes, sir.

Hands where we can see them!
You! Don't move!

John, can you hear me?

Shayn and Abby are safe.
FBI are in the bank, get out now.

We got company.
Lose the weapons and get the hell out.

John, can you hear me?
You must get out now.

Blew out the damn floor.

This is Delta.
Vault level is secure.

I'm not gonna make it.

Sorry I screwed up.

But I meant what I said yesterday.

So, thanks, Harold.

It was fun.

ID?

Harold Wren,
Universal Heritage Insurance.

My associates.

Why are you in the bank?

We have a meeting with the vice
president of Corporate Strategy.

Did you get what you wanted?

All the money Chapple stole.

More than $30 million.

Can you do anything
with the accounts?

I'll empty them, deposit every last cent
into the accounts

of reputable military charities.

Would that do?

Then I have to get you out of here
and out of this state.

As we're together.

Check the top level.

Check down back.

Don't worry.
I got you covered.

What about John?

We finally got you.

Sir, there's a problem.
Step back.

Do you recognize him?

No.

Cuff 'em all.