Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 2, Episode 7 - Critical - 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 will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.

I've found that address, Finch.
Who exactly am I looking for?



I don't know how to explain.

I double-checked,
but it seems we have a repeat number.

A repeat? Who would be dumb enough
to get in a life-threatening situation again?

Heh, heh. Hey, pal.

You won't believe this.

Fellas, whatever bodily harm
you wanna inflict on this guy...

...I'm sure he earned it.
But I have to ask you to let it slide.

Leon, what did you do
to piss these guys off?

You heard of gold farming?

Selling multiplayer online
game currency for real cash?

It's all the rage.

People make millions.

They take the business really seriously.

Especially the Russian mafia.



Does it look like
I play video games, Leon?

I think I broke my arm. Ow!

So you brought him here?

You said there was another number.

I didn't have time
to do anything else with him.

Mr. Tao, we don't have much time.

What? Who are you?

The guy who helped me save
your life tonight. For the second time.

Oh.

You're the boss. Never did figure
John here for upper management.

We have a problem, Leon.

We have to go take care of another matter.
The Russians still want you dead.

So despite my misgivings
about your presence...

- ...you have to stay here.
- Where is here?

Food. Water.

Latrine's down past the periodicals.

Don't open any windows
and don't make any calls.

You expect me to stay here
and eat Hot Pockets?

Only if you wanna live.

Just don't feed any to Bear.
He's on a special diet.

That damn dog again.
I don't suppose my money came out of him.

Oh, and please don't touch
any of my computer equipment.

If you do, the dog will kill you.

Great. What am I supposed to do
for entertainment?

It's a library, Mr. Tao.

Try reading a book. Oh.

Here's a start.

We'll be back soon, Leon.

Tell me, Mr. Reese,
how do you feel about hospitals?

They've never bothered me.

I'm glad to hear.
They make me aggressively uneasy.

After the renovations, you won't even
recognize these old surgical suites anymore.

Thanks to sizable contributions
from donors such as yourself...

...New York General will have a surgical unit
as good as the talented staff who utilize it.

Sizable contribution?

I helped pay for a wing.

Or two.

- How else are we gonna get close to--?
- Dr. Enright. Perfect timing. Gentlemen...

...this is Dr. Madeline Enright...

...the top cardiothoracic
and trauma surgeon in the state.

She'll oversee
the development of the suites.

Madeleine, this is Harold Crane,
one of our platinum donors...

- ...and his asset manager, John Rooney.
- Maddy, please.

Maddy is the kind of doctor
that makes the staff here stand out.

The kind of doctor
who wouldn't find her glasses...

...if they were
surgically attached to her face.

- Would those be yours there?
- Oh.

Like I said. I'm sorry, I have
a patient waiting, I must be going.

Nicely done, Finch. Her eyes, our ears.

Gentlemen. Unfortunately,
we must be going as well.

We're closing off this section of the floor
for a very sensitive surgery.

Is that a normal precaution?

Let me just say it's strictly
for the safety of the patient.

This room is nearly identical to the OR...

...that your procedure
will take place in.

It's a routine coronary bypass,
off-pump, beating heart surgery.

It lasts four, five hours.
And you'll be in the room the whole time.

Now, we don't have all the best toys yet...

...but with our coronary
catherization process...

- ...and our 3D angiography C-arm system--
- It's fully endoscopic?

- You've studied your procedures, Mr...?
- Rains.

Yes, I've studied. Can't be too safe.

Not when Mr. Veldt
has an energy empire to run.

Four to five hours?
You can't do better than that?

Mr. Veldt, regardless of how big your
company is, this surgery is critical for you.

It takes time.

As long as it remains private
from shareholders and the public.

Per the multiple non-disclosure
agreements you've signed.

And despite my objections, your procedure
has been listed as minor outpatient surgery.

My team has been reduced
to essential personnel...

- ...and the floor is being cleared now.
- My team will make sure of that.

Of course. Yeah, your security
seems to have made themselves at home.

Trauma!

Albanian gang member,
shot in a territory dispute.

Penetrating trauma.
Fresh from Emergency.

- Ballistic?
- Single GSW. Upper torso.

Paramedics had trouble with the BP.
Systolic was 70, diastolic was impalpable.

He's got a gun.

Everybody shut up!

Huh?

You want to be a tough guy,
or you want me to save your friend's life?

Nurse, this man is in hypovolemic shock.

And I think a collapsed lung
is what's giving the O2 readings.

Okay, we're moving.
Prep Surgery and a thoracotomy tray.

Get me a restraint
before he swallows his tongue.

- She certainly seems unflappable.
- I'd say.

- You sure she was never a combat medic?
- I'm not so sure she isn't one now.

So, what's the threat?
Besides gun-toting gangs in surgery?

It could come from anywhere else.
A malpractice in her past...

...the bereaved relative
of a patient she lost.

Or, as always,
someone in her personal life.

I brought you espresso
and a pain au chocolat...

...from the French place
on Columbus that you like.

Oh, you know I shouldn't.

Except on days when you're
closing up gunshot wounds.

You must've been in a cab
half the morning.

Your text said "emergency."

I take emergencies very seriously.

Maddy seems safe, Finch.

Her wife's name is Amy.

Her bio's on a website for the
children's charity she executive directs.

- They've been married since last June.
- When does that Veldt guy go into surgery?

Yeah. Half hour.

Ugh, God, I am already exhausted
and I still have that.

I have that art fundraiser thing in the park
today but I'm gonna check in on you, okay?

And try to give that jerk
a bigger heart while you're at it.

Well, I can't fix everything that's broken.

Two shots, close range?

That overkill when you shoot
a guy in the back?

Even got his pocket lint.

- Carter.
- Hey, it's me.

Someone dropped a body
in Long Island. Execution style.

- Think you wanna come take a look.
- You can't handle it?

Trust me, you want to be here.
It's got your name all over it.

Literally.

I'm sorry. You can't be in here.

But I'm rather enjoying the view.

Are you looking for someone?

Yes, for you.

Did you know, according to
the American Medical Association...

...98,000 people a year
die from medical error?

I don't know who you are, but--

My name, while inconsequential,
is Alistair Wesley.

Today, a mistake will be your best friend.

Let's you and I discuss Oliver Veldt.

Now...

...are you watching carefully?

Your lovely wife, Amy.

The infrared laser
belongs to a marksman.

And unless you wish to see his skill,
you will listen.

Oliver Veldt will not survive his surgery.

Tomorrow, the papers will note that despite
the heroic efforts of his talented surgeon...

...at approximately a quarter past 1...

...he expired
from a massive internal hemorrhage.

You're crazy. How would I--?

How could I do that?

- Very easily.
- Wait, Mr. Reese. Something's happening.

- Follow my instructions.
- Someone's with Maddy.

Exactly one hour into surgery,
you'll introduce 100 cc's...

...of the anticoagulant
Heparin into his system.

Instant hemophilia.
Thirty minutes after that...

...you will nick his left
anterior descending artery.

- He will bleed out on the operating table.
- No. I can't. I won't.

If surgery is stopped for any reason,
Amy dies.

If she is warned in any way, she dies.

If the police are called
to the park or to the hospital, she dies.

Do you understand these rules?

Excellent. It would be wise
not to test me in any way.

Talk soon.

So Maddy is not the victim
after all, Mr. Reese.

No, Finch.

They're gonna force her
to be the perpetrator.

That's the threat, Finch.
They're going to kill Oliver Veldt.

On the contrary, they're gonna
have Maddy do it for them.

We need to get to her.

We'll never get past Veldt's security.

Besides, as long as his guards are around,
she should be safe in Surgery.

It's her wife that I'm worried about.

It might be good
to have someone near the doctor.

I'll handle the park
and assess the threat on Amy.

Finch? Are you gonna be okay here?

Even if I had a phobia, Mr. Reese...

...now would not be the time for it.

Who's the vic?

Guy by the name of Dusan Babic.

Forty, no family.
Recently immigrated from Croatia.

Worked for
Greater New York Custodial Services.

- Straight up robbery?
- That's what I thought.

Till I found this on him.

I didn't feel the need to share with others.
Check the back.

- What does that mean?
- I thought you could tell me.

But you might wanna get out of here
before people start asking questions.

Thanks.

Fentanyl administered, doctor.

Mr. Veldt, if I could ask you
to sign one last consent form.

How many forms will it take
for me to sign my life away?

Liz is just doing her job, Mr. Veldt.

Any surgery has its risks.

And I chose the top surgeon
in the state to eliminate them.

You'd do best to remember that.

Doctor?

Once the procedure begins, are you
planning on using the saphenous vein?

No, I'll use the internal
mammary artery for graphs...

...which anyone with an MD will tell you
shows the best results.

But thank you for your
unnecessary concern, Mr. Rains.

I'm in Maddy's office,
Mr. Reese. With her computer...

...perhaps I can discover the connection...

- ...between Veldt and Wesley.
- I'm at the park now, Finch.

Got eyes on Amy
and she couldn't be more exposed.

Lots of bystanders around here too.

According to Wesley's rules,
if we alert the police, she's dead.

Then we find the sniper. We know
anything more about Alistair Wesley?

Besides his name and that accent...

...I can't find out more.
I'm stuck in the surgical wing.

Then we work with what we got.

I was able to decode the live video
of Amy in the park that Wesley sent.

So as long as Maddy is streaming it here
in the hospital, we'll be able to see it too.

Sending you an image.

Can you use it to triangulate
the sniper's position?

- It wouldn't be the first time.
- From Maddy's personal file...

...it seems that Oliver Veldt's
blood type is O-negative.

If I can hack the hospital's inventory and
register a shortage of O-negative blood...

...I could stall the surgery without
breaking any of Wesley's rules.

Finch. I pinpointed the sniper's location.

Based on that laser, our sniper has a
northeast position at least eight floors up.

Type 3 ballistic body armor.

Don't worry. Those ribs'll heal.

No ID, Finch.

Super glue on his fingertips.
Classic black ops trick.

Hello, Mr. Mystery Guest.

Wesley, is it?

Alistair Wesley?

I don't know who you are,
or what you did to my associate...

...but I'd like to buy you a drink
or Amy dies immediately.

That's a kind offer,
but your sniper is toast.

I'll call your bluff.

You're assuming he was alone.

All units check in.

Red 1. Check.

Red 2. Check.

And so on and so forth.

There's a pub at the corner of the park.
I'll be seeing you.

Mr. Reese, what will you do?

I guess I'll go have that drink.

Okay, Mr. Babic, who wanted you dead
and what are they trying to tell me?

Lived alone...

...never missed a day of work
at Greater New York Custodial.

Ran a service business across the city.

Mostly tech companies,
including Fujima Techtronics...

...located at 66 11th Avenue, New York.

I didn't figure you for
a day-in-the park kind of guy.

Anyone can appreciate nature, Lionel.

So, what's up?

See that art fair there?
There's a nice young lady running it.

Her name's Amy. I need you
to keep an eye on her for a minute.

She in some kind of trouble?

Let's just say she found herself
in a few crosshairs.

Wait, where are you going?

- To have a drink.
- What?

This is a professional team, Finch.

If they were brought on to execute this plan,
someone is paying them.

Unfortunately, I'm unable to play detective
today. But I know somebody perfect.

Yeah, I know who Oliver Veldt is.
Energy guy, right?

Energy in the sense that he supplies power
to half the Eastern seaboard, yes.

Somebody wants to flatline him?

We have a job that's a perfect fit
for a former forensic accountant.

Think of it as a digital treasure hunt.

Find out who would target
Veldt in the corporate world...

...follow the money trail to the hit team,
and help us stop the plot at its source.

- How am I supposed to do that?
- Go to my computer station.

I'm not supposed to
touch the computer, remember?

And your special diet man-eater won't
let me go anywhere near the keyboard.

Put me on speakerphone.

Bear?

Multilingual mutt, dig it.

Start by composing a list
of Veldt's enemies.

Who stands to benefit most
from Veldt's death?

Did another company plot it?

Gives new meaning to the phrase
hostile takeover.

I'm extending an element
of trust to you, Mr. Tao.

Please resist the temptation
to test the limits of my system.

Do I seem like the kind of guy
who'd let you down?

Do you know why a good barman
favors larger ice cubes?

They melt slower.

And they don't dilute the whiskey.

The way a tight plan
doesn't obscure its objectives.

- Is that to protect you from me?
- No.

But it might help
against your sentry at the door.

The silencer poking out of his crossword
section was a pretty good giveaway.

I have my own cameras
positioned all over.

And a troop of operatives
running recces on the wife.

There is always someone close enough
to kill her at a moment's notice.

So put away the gun and have a drink.

I'd say you were former MI6.

And your team all ex-SAS.

You're good on your feet
and you know your way around an asset.

Ex-CIA?

Smashing.

How much do you cost?

Not for sale.

You're working for Veldt?
Some kind of additional security?

It doesn't matter.

What matters is if you were caught,
why didn't I kill the wife?

Because the doctor hasn't broken
any of your rules yet.

Exactly. But my sense of propriety
has its limits.

Now, stay out of the park
and away from the wife.

This isn't your game
and no one's invited you to play.

Don't test me.

I was expecting everything.

You weren't expecting me.

We'll be ready for you soon, doctor.

- Dr. Enright, I hate to bother you.
- What are you doing in here?

Do you remember me from earlier today?

You're that donor. Crane.

Look, you may not believe this,
but I know your wife, Amy...

...and I know the predicament you're in.

I have an associate who's working now...

...to ensure her safety,
but you have to trust us.

Who are you? How do I know
you're not working for that man?

This procedure was supposed
to start 20 minutes ago...

...but I altered the hospital blood records
to delay the surgery.

In a moment, a nurse will
come in here to explain the error.

Now listen to me carefully,
we can't make Wesley suspicious.

But we'll save Amy
before you make the incision.

Doctor, I checked the O-Neg records.
It's a computer mix-up.

They're fixing the glitch.

We have plenty of blood reserves,
we should be ready to go shortly.

Liz, uh, this is Dr. Crane.

I brought him in as a second scrub
if I need help.

Whatever you say, doctor.

Help me.

Help us. Amy and I.

Or I don't know what I'll do.

Maddy has gone in the operating room.
How are things in the park?

My drink with Wesley didn't go so well...

...but we can count
another one of his operatives out.

He brought his own cameras and
has every inch of this park monitored.

It seems he, too,
knows the value of surveillance.

Worse, if he chose his people well...

...we'll never pick his sleepers
out of a crowd this big.

Ports and trocars inserted.

We'll start the harvest
of the mammary artery.

Is everything all right, doctor?

Readjust the camera a millimeter
along the main coronary, please.

How is that, doctor?

Increasing irrigation...

...and applying more suction.

She's injecting
the anticoagulant into Veldt's IV.

Mr. Reese, we're running out of time.

Mr. Reese,
Maddy's holding it together somehow...

...but after that injection of heparin,
Veldt's a time bomb.

Any wrong incision at this point--

Hold on.

- Mr. Tao, what did you find?
- Finch, bubbe.

I hacked into the Veldt Corp. servers
using a backdoor in their website...

...and found a proposed
multimillion-dollar project...

...for offshore wind farms.

Veldt dismissed it.

An "unsustainable pipe dream,"
he called it.

- That's an actual quote.
- Leon.

I called an old drinking buddy at the SEC
who sent me blue sheets...

...monthly reports tracking stock activity.

I found a series of short sales
for Veldt stock.

It's trading at an all-time high.

So someone's betting
that the company fails big.

That investor will make a fortune
if the stock drops.

For instance, if the CEO underwent
a surgery and died on the table.

Yahtzee.

It must be Wesley and his associates.
They're financing their own operation.

I found an active server
at the ISP for those short sales.

Could be an interesting arbitrage
opportunity here. I'll keep digging.

Let me know the minute
you find something.

Hello, doctor.

Still trying to secure your wife.

I'm gonna need to take a break
for a few minutes.

Are you all right, doctor?

Do we need to get someone
to assist with the surgery?

No, that won't be necessary, Liz.

Please monitor the patient's vitals
and I'll be right back.

Is there nothing more we can do?

I promise you, my associate
is close to getting Amy out of danger.

I just-- I need a minute.

Why did you stop, doctor?

I don't think you understand
how serious this is.

How about a little motivation?

I'm going to connect you
to your wife now.

You have 30 seconds,
but do remember the rules.

And how much you have to lose.

Sorry, I have to take this.

Hi, babe.
I thought you were in surgery.

It's still going.

I just took a break to catch my breath.

It's been nuts here. The caterers didn't
show for the picnic and I had to scramble.

I'm sorry, Ames, I only have a minute.

This timetable is killer.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

Is everything all right?

Totally fine.

I love you.

I love you too.

Hang in there.

Wesley knew the surgery
was interrupted in less than a minute.

He must have eyes and ears
in that hospital.

We don't have a choice, Finch.
I'm getting Amy out.

Everybody has to stay in the plaza
until we work this out.

Excuse me.

- Detective Carter, homicide.
- Homicide? You got here pretty fast.

We called in shots fired
a few minutes ago.

- Don't know if there are bodies yet.
- There were shots fired?

Some kind of botched robbery.

What is this place?

Fujima Techtronics research facility.

Alarms went off on the floor
where they do R&D.

Guy got inside, had his exit blocked,
shots fired, guard's down.

An ambulance is on its way.
We're clearing the building as we speak.

- Excuse me.
- What's the status on the floor evacuations?

So, what do you think?

Diversion, then extraction.

So if you're the extraction,
I'm the diversion?

What do you need me to do?

Hey, buddy.

I'm working an abduction in the area.
See anything suspicious?

Sorry, I haven't,
and I've been on the beat all morning.

- Hey, I didn't excuse you, officer.
- What?

Are you a probie?
How about a little respect?

Sorry, sir, I haven't seen anything.
Wish I could help you.

I want your name, your badge,
your social security number.

- What precinct are you from?
- Just settle down, okay?

I don't know why
you're breaking my balls.

I want some ID right now.

- Finch.
- Mr. Tao.

That was fast.

Me and Bear, we're a hell of a team.

Even with one arm,
I'm still the fastest gun in the West.

Yes, yes, back pats all around.
What did you find out?

Well, I was snooping around
the short-sellers server.

That thing was a gold mine.

Private medical forms signed
by Oliver Veldt...

...buried in a trash file,
would you believe that?

This is fun. Is this what
you and John do all day long?

Someone on the inside must've
told Wesley about the surgery.

Who would've known in advance?

This was a big secret, right?

Someone in Veldt's company
with knowledge of the surgery...

...familiar with its intricacies.

Mr. Tao, how quickly can you send me
everything you've dug up?

Oh.

I'm sorry, heh, this isn't my phone--

Amy, we don't have a lot of time,
so I need you to listen.

I know your wife Maddy.
She's a great surgeon.

I know you love each other, and you love
pastries from a bakery on the West Side.

Personally, I think they use
too much butter.

What? What's going on?

You and Maddy are in a lot of danger,
but I'm here to help you.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- There are cameras watching.

I can direct you out of the park and keep
you off the radar from bad people...

...but you need to stay on that phone
and listen to me very carefully.

One wrong step and it's over.

- Yes, Finch.
- Mr. Reese...

...according to Maddy's timetable, we
have two minutes to nick Veldt's artery.

- Tell me you have Amy somewhere safe.
- Working on it, Finch.

Agent Snow. Freeze.

Turn around slowly.

There's no signal down here.
She can't hear us.

- What's going on, Mark?
- We don't have much time.

I don't know what she's planning,
but you have to tell our friend, it's big.

- And I can't stop it.
- You killed a man for his ID...

...to get inside that company.

And then you shot a guard. Why?

I had no choice.

This is just the beginning.

She's on a mission with nothing to lose.
More people are gonna die.

I'll call Bomb Disposal,
then I'll take you in.

I'll get you out of this.

- She won't let you.
- She? Who is she?

Mr. Rains, we're on a clock.

Please, don't contact your
British friend until you've heard me out.

British friend? What is this?

Faxed to me by a friend.

It's quite inclusive.

All the blue pages, the short sales,
the fake company...

...and all that confidential medical
information you shared with Wesley.

Wesley? Who?

How much did they pay you
to be their inside man?

- Inside man on what?
- The plot to kill your boss.

Look, I have enough on you
to send you to prison for a long time.

On a good day, I'd just follow through
with that. Today, I'll bargain.

All the evidence I have in exchange
for your power to call this thing off.

Why would I wanna kill Oliver?

We're supposed to reexamine
a new energy project.

The wind farm project.
You want that to be a reality?

I don't know what all this is.

Is Oliver in danger?

If that's the truth, and you didn't leak
news of the surgery, who did?

How's that other operation
we were discussing, doctor?

Still in progress.

What are you doing?
You have to complete the procedure.

We have to stop this.

Everyone, I'm calling this.
I want you all to calmly exit the room.

- What about the patient?
- I'm declaring myself unfit to continue.

I'll stabilize Mr. Veldt
and then I will follow you. Go.

Everyone, go.

Mr. Reese, get Amy out of there now.

Listen up. Start walking
to the 40th Street exit of the park.

Had to do it the hard way, doctor.

Enough games.

Calling all units.

You are green lit on the target.
Then proceed to exfil.

I'm staying with you, doctor.

You can't do this alone.

Liz and I will remove the tools
from Veldt's chest cavity.

I need you to go to the cabinets
inside the scrub room...

...and find Propofol
so we can keep him unconscious.

Whatever happens,
you made the right decision.

Wesley, the target is gone.

- And she's not on any of the cameras.
- Then someone is very, very smart.

Keep moving, Amy.

There.

You're almost there.

- Hi, I'm John.
- Amy.

Let's get you out of here, Amy.

Officer, do me a favor. Tell your partner
I'm sorry for busting his balls.

Partner? What partner?

I walk the park beat alone.

Your wife should've listened.

He's crashing. His BP is plummeting.

- He's going into V-tach.
- You must've nicked an artery.

It was you.

- You made the incision.
- No.

You're the surgeon. I'm just the nurse.

Or in this case, the backup plan.

Hey, officer, about that abduction...

Unh!

You knew they were gonna hurt Amy.

Just let him die.

I'm not gonna let him die.

Understand what's at stake
for you, doctor. It's just one life.

It's still a life.

Unh!

Stay with her.

I gave him protomine sulfate
to coagulate his blood again.

I'm gonna have to restart his heart.
I won't be able to from the outside.

- What does that mean?
- I'm gonna open him up.

And you're gonna assist me.

I am?

Pass me that Richardson.

That's it. I need you to pull
with a lot of pressure, okay?

I'm gonna take this Finochietto retractor
to hold the chest open.

Okay, yeah. Just keep it pulled.

- I don't think I can.
- You can do it.

Need lots of suction
so I can see this artery.

That's it. There we go.
Okay, pass me the clamp.

I'm going to clamp this now,
suture it later.

Stop the arterial bleeding.

Now I'm gonna begin
open-heart massage.

All right.

Oh, dear.

Look at it. It's squishy.

Come on.

Come on.

We did it.

We got him back.

Hey, Mads.

I thought I was gonna lose you.

No.

I'm here.

I'm right here.

Sorry for the theatrics, but we couldn't
have you knocking on our door.

What if I was collecting for UNICEF?

- Veldt survived?
- As he recovers, that stock won't dip.

All the conspirators will take a huge loss.

- You defeated the bad guys.
- With your help.

Take that to mind
and try to stay out of trouble, Mr. Tao.

I'm not the kind of guy
that would let you down.

Think we'll be seeing him again
anytime soon?

Stranger things have happened.

- That's not your phone, Mr. Reese.
- I took it off the sniper in the park.

- Hello, Wesley.
- I had to call and congratulate you...

...on a game well played.

Wasn't a game. Lives were at stake.

And after that elaborate plan,
you were no more than a common thief.

You know I'm much more than that.

After our meeting, I knew you
looked familiar. You're John Reese.

Our paths have crossed before
in Istanbul...

...at that market by the Bosphorus.

I remember the market.
I don't remember you.

That's the point.
I was trained that way for a reason.

Those were the days.
International manhunts.

Drone strikes. You know,
sometime we should finish that drink.

I'm sure you and I would have
a lot to talk about.

Until then...

John F. Kennedy, please.
International terminal.

It seems Wesley enjoys
a good game, Mr. Reese.

And I'm sure we'll have the chance
to play again.

Been doing a little work on the side?

I'm a homicide detective, John.

You know what I do.

You shouldn't have brought me in
if you didn't want me asking questions.

- And you're sure it was Snow?
- I saw him fleeing the scene of the crime...

...wearing a bomb vest.

He looked desperate, helpless...

...like someone was
holding him on a string.

Said to tell you that
she is planning something.

Something big.

- Who?
- That's what I wanna know.

Do you know what this is
all about, John?

And if you did, would you even tell me?

You're one hell of a detective, Carter,
and I can't stop you from looking.

But you already know
quite a bit about me, Finch.

Then you may know we both had people
who once cared about us.

Not anymore.

But you...

...you still have your son.

Your life is still yours.

So I think the real question
you have to ask yourself, detective...

...is how much more
do you really wanna know?