Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 1 - Liberty - full transcript
Nobody knows where the Machine has now relocated itself, but it is still in contact with both Finch and, by association, Reese and their new partner Shaw, as well as Root. Still institutionalized, Root may have a short term problem in dealing with her psychiatrist, whom she sees as being stupid, and from whom she has not been provided access to any electronic devices including telephones. Carter, now demoted to patrol following her HR-initiated wrongful shooting incident, has her own new primary agenda. She has also not told Finch or Reese of her association with a past number. And the Machine has dispensed another number to Finch, that of navy sailor, petty officer second class Jack Salazar. Upon first sighting, Reese, despite or partly because he chose the military over a prison sentence for an assault five years earlier, likes Salazar, a man who seems to stand up for his principles and his friends and who knows how to take care of himself using his fists. After Reese loses track of him, he may be difficult to relocate since he is one of approximately 4,000 sailors in town for the day on fleet week. They will learn that the Machine-identified situation in which Salazar is involved is in part related to his recent activities off the coast of Africa, those activities for which others are highly interested without his knowledge.
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.
What are you doing tomorrow?
I'm serious.
We should do it again sometime.
Band was good.
You look fabulous.
You're so sweet.
Must be easy to get beautiful women
when you are a diplomat's son.
She'll live.
You, amigo, you can blame your old man.
Hey, ¿quien es?
Huh?
If your father had been smart enough
to work with the cartel...
You might have lived long
enough to kiss her good night.
- Hey!
- What?
Mira.
Who the hell are you?
Tonight, hostage negotiator.
Raffi, come on.
Man, you're crazy.
Damn!
You're welcome.
They never say thank you.
Yeah, I wonder why.
Maybe if you figure out a way to save them
before all hell breaks loose.
Thanks, Carter.
You know, for what it's worth,
you're looking kind of
badass in that uniform.
Yours is still the same,
except the mask is new.
So where are all your friends?
Can I be honest?
I only asked you out 'cause
you're drop-dead gorgeous.
But after sitting down,
really getting to know you over dinner,
I realized I think you might be
the most fascinating woman I've ever met.
Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls.
In fact... I know you do.
And after you get into their pants,
you get into their bank accounts,
just like you did with Paula Scarlatti.
Poor Paula was so heartbroken,
she told her mobbed-up old man.
He and his gangster pals just put
a big fat bounty on your head.
And can I be honest?
I only went out with you because of them.
Hey, what are you doing?
You're gonna get me
killed. What are you doing?
Here's the deal, Don.
You need to leave town, change your name,
and get some game.
Start now.
I appreciate you resolving
this situation, Ms. Shaw.
However, perhaps in the future,
you might try to complete your assignments
without quite so much violence.
You see what she did?
I'm not a human shield.
No, he just got in the way.
That's it... I'm not
working with a lunatic.
I'm out.
You know how to find me.
Can't say we didn't already know, Finch.
First time we met, Shaw shot me.
I realize that Ms. Shaw
is an effective asset,
but I'm not sure I can work with somebody
who refuses to carry a
cell phone off the job.
People out there are trying
to kill her, you know.
Some of the same people
that are trying to kill us.
Yes, machine still seems
to be giving them numbers.
Whatever else it's up to is almost
too troubling to contemplate.
Meantime, our latest number...
Petty officer second class Jack Salazar,
United States Navy.
Petty officer, or petty criminal?
Bit of both, I'm afraid.
He assaulted a man during a
barroom brawl five years ago.
He all but put the guy in a coma.
The judge gave him a jail or the military.
And Jack chose the Navy.
So what's he doing here?
Fleet week.
The annual deluge of drunken sailors
that somehow does not
qualify as a military attack.
Come on, Finch, it's just
a bunch of crackerjacks
blowing off steam.
Then it's back to the boat by midnight.
I'm afraid countless sailors in uniform
are going to complicate our
efforts to locate Mr. Salazar.
If Jack's like most
sailors, it's booze, broads,
and a tattoo... in that order.
I suppose you know the usual haunts.
Sure, it's two-for-one
boilermakers in hell's kitchen.
That sounds horrible.
Heel.
Whiskey.
That's six bars down, Finch.
Excellent. Only 1,274 to go.
Another round?
Only if you're buying, Jack.
Wait a second. Got eyes
on our sailor, Finch.
So there I am, separated from my team,
deep in north Korea with
nothing but my buck knife
and my M9.
Am I leaving anything out, Jack?
Crocodiles, poisonous
darts, your sense of shame?
I'm getting to that.
Oh, my God. What did you do?
Baby, that's a long story, and
I'm only here till midnight,
so why don't we go someplace quiet,
and I can tell you all about it?
Ashley, let's go.
I think the lady wants to stay.
Screw you, jarhead.
I'm not a jarhead, I'm a squid,
but a tube steak like you
doesn't get to call me either.
Leave it, RJ. We're
here to have a good time.
Nobody wants trouble.
Somebody call somebody "jarhead"?
Look, man, don't do this.
Let me buy you guys a round.
Yeah, I could use another.
You're gonna need to pick that up.
Or what, squid?
One of you split-tails
gonna do something about it?
Well, he's gonna have
to take a swing at you.
Then your knuckle-dragger buddy
over here is gonna jump me.
After I introduce his face to the bar,
I'm gonna put this foot
upside of your jarhead...
upon which all hell breaks loose.
And nobody wants that.
I like this guy, Finch.
Mr. Reese? Everything all right?
Yeah, just shore leave, Finch.
Cops!
Let's get outta here!
Looks like I lost Jack.
Finch, how many squids are
there in the city right now?
Uh, approximately 6,000. Why do you ask?
I think we're gonna need
backup just to find him.
All hands on deck.
When I was a kid, computers made
more sense to me than people.
You said you wanted to
set the machine free.
I already did.
My name is Root.
Please talk to me.
Can you hear me?
Absolutely.
Robin, did you hear anything I just said?
Okay.
Look, some of the patients have complained
about you talking late into the night,
and since cell phones
are strictly forbidden
and you have no roommate,
I can only conclude
that you're talking to yourself.
Is that correct?
You wouldn't understand.
Try me.
I have a direct line to a higher power.
It speaks to me.
I see.
So you're hearing voices.
What are those voices telling you to do?
It's just the one voice really.
It wants me to stay here,
to work through some issues.
And what issues would those be?
Methodology.
We're discussing how I go about things.
You're not alone.
All these news reports
about government monitoring
our digital lives,
recording texts, emails, phone calls,
well, it's unsettling.
You know, it's easy to feel
violated, even paranoid.
Do you have feelings
that you're being watched?
Every now and then.
Any idea whether our sailor's
a victim or a perpetrator yet?
No, but he sure knows how
to handle himself in a fight.
What else we got on this guy?
He scored all fives on his
evals last year, highest marks.
Same on his physical readiness test.
The Navy may have bigger plans for him.
His contract's up in six
months. He'll be free to go.
Can you find out if he's
taken any other tests?
Academic or PST exams?
I will, although it seems like
getting into a barroom brawl
on shore leave is not very prudent
for someone with further
military aspirations.
Jack didn't start that fight,
but he was willing to finish it.
I would've done the same thing.
His shore leave buddy was in trouble.
Robert Johnson Phillips,
petty officer third class
and ship storekeeper.
And first class troublemaker.
They're shipmates.
Which means that they'll have to sign
back into the ship together after midnight.
It might help us to enlist another asset
with military experience to
help track down them down.
Just let me go, huh? I won't do it again.
Caught this one flashing
his junk in the park again.
All excited about the
randy sailors in town.
Carter, what are you doing here?
Third time I caught this guy
in Hudson River Park, which makes me think
he might know something about that homicide
you caught there yesterday.
I appreciate you looking out.
Look, I'm still a cop, Fusco.
How's your new partner?
Guy's a box of rocks.
This whole thing's a crock, everybody knows
you got hosed on that shooting.
What, do they expect you
to push around a squad car
the next ten years?
Till I get my 20.
You just now clocking out?
Oh. Our mutual friend.
Looks like your day job just began.
Carter.
Checked every bar in hell's kitchen,
every tattoo parlor on the West Side.
Where the hell else would a swabbie go?
To get some. He's a sailor.
Come here.
Ma'am.
Why are we stopping here?
I told you, this area is restricted.
Sailors aren't supposed to be here.
When did the Navy outlaw pastrami?
See that phone booth? Just watch.
The Mayor know about this place?
If he did, vice would have to shut it down.
But then, half the NYPD would have to find
a new place for bachelor parties.
How are you holding up, Carter?
You looking for a new job?
I'm a cop. Always will be, John.
Just found our swabbie.
He's not getting away this time. Excuse me.
Get you a drink, ma'am?
Only if you stop calling me ma'am.
Shot of bourbon.
Looking for company, sailor?
You got the cash, I got the open window.
Appreciate the opportunity,
but I was kinda looking for the real thing.
I got the cash, darling,
and a rapidly closing window, huh?
Whoa, easy there, killer.
That oughta cover her and the room.
Try not to get rolled.
Hey, thanks, Jack.
Oh, you should take these too.
Cigars?
Not just cigars, Cubans.
The admiral needed a few
cases shipped off the boat,
so I taxed him a few. No big deal.
We'll celebrate tomorrow.
Always skimming something, RJ.
Don't get your hand
caught in the cookie jar.
Meet back in an hour. Can you do that?
Look at her.
I'll be back in 30.
Hey, it's RJ. You know the drill.
RJ, where the hell are you?
We got less than an hour to
get our ass back on the ship.
Call me.
Jack lost his shore leave buddy.
Can't check back in without him.
Hey, squid.
Remember me?
Uh, yeah, from the
ship. Is there a problem?
Yeah, you know what the problem is.
You have it, we want it back.
Honestly, I don't know what
you're talking about, man.
Much bigger problem, Finch.
Some devil dog's got a
bone to pick with Jack.
Devil dogs?
Yeah, spec ops, force recon marines.
Team of four, maybe five.
Just sealed off the block.
If I go straight in, Jack'll be dead
before I even get to him.
You don't screw with us. We screw with you.
- Empty your pockets.
- Look, man,
I don't really have time for this.
I gotta get my shipmate, and I gotta get...
They're stealing a car. It's an extraction.
I gotta get him out.
Please be careful, Mr. Reese.
Feel that?
That's your rib cracking.
I jam it 2 inches further,
I'm gonna puncture your lung.
Where is it?
Don't know what you're talking about, man.
Get him and his buddy to
a room. We'll sort 'em out.
Hey! What the hell?
Who is that?
Finch, our sailor took
fire. Gonna need some help.
Let's get this bullet out
before the squid wakes up.
Could shoot you or save you.
Frankly, I could go either way.
Easy, Salazar. We're the good guys.
Oh, I knew this was a bad idea.
Who are you people? Where am I?
You have a bullet lodged in
your shoulder, Mr. Salazar,
a gift from a very angry group
of force recon devil dogs,
whom I can only assume
live up to their name.
Now, Ms. Shaw has medical experience,
so either you can either
let her retrieve the bullet,
or we can continue to discuss the matter
until you contract sepsis.
Sure you know what you're doing?
I've been shot... a lot.
You wanna tell us why a squad
of elite killers is after you?
Don't know.
Guys were in Somalia
doing God knows what...
fighting rebels.
Leader had a war trophy he
wanted to bring back, AK-47.
I stashed it in a crate of spent brass.
So you helped them smuggle an
illegal weapon through U.S. customs?
It happens all the time.
My buddy RJ unloaded the crate,
said he gave back the rifle.
It doesn't add up. Why would they
try to kill him over a weapon?
It's not the weapon, Ms. Shaw.
It's what was hidden inside it.
Somali pirates attacked
a deep-sea mining vessel
off the coast of Africa. Your
marine friends intervened.
What kind of mining?
Speaker.
Hey, Bagger, you forgot
it's the buddy system.
We got your buddy.
Sorry Jack, I screwed up.
Look, I taxed 'em. It was just a few.
I didn't think they'd miss 'em!
Miss what? What're you talking about?
Check the Cubans.
Uncut stones.
The ship was mining diamonds.
You want to see your buddy alive, Jack,
bring the rocks to the Babcock, room 212.
Come alone.
We really haven't talked about your family
or friends, Robin.
Your Uncle... Harold, is it...
who arranged your admission.
Are you close with him?
That's...
a complicated question, doctor.
I wouldn't want to be anything
less than totally forthcoming,
so maybe we should try another subject.
Okay.
You say that you don't want to be
anything less than forthcoming...
and yet, you're lying to me.
On the contrary, I've
been completely honest.
Please, excuse me.
Well, maybe not completely.
I thought I lost this, and
it turns out it was stolen.
I'm sorry, doctor,
but it's important we be in contact.
We're in the middle of a... disagreement.
A disagreement with the voice?
Mm.
I want you to know that I
support you unconditionally.
Now, I know you believe you need a phone,
and I'm here to tell you that you don't.
I believe that by separating you from it...
and from all other forms of technology...
It's really the best course of action.
So it's time to unplug.
Some assistance, please.
Please... don't do this.
It's not good for us to be separated.
I hope you realize I'm trying to help you.
Escort our patient to solitary confinement.
No contact with anything electronic.
You'll thank me someday.
For a psychiatrist,
you're really a terrible
judge of character.
What are we doing here?
Recon.
The exchange goes down there in ten.
That's it. Spec ops will have a sniper.
That's where I'd be.
You got any cash?
Hola, mija.
Don't know how I wound up here.
I do.
Same reason you got into a
fight with those jarheads.
You stand up for people you care about.
Lotta good it's done me, huh?
We'll see.
You can't be something you're not.
Yeah? And who am I?
You're a good guy, Jack.
You just haven't figured it out yet.
Gracias.
What, you need help finding a trash can?
You're a smart guy, you'll
figure out what to do with it.
Give me three minutes.
Ol' leatherneck has a nice weapon.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
Just remember...
no shots to center mass.
Ah, but it's a shame to waste
a rifle like this on kneecaps.
No sentry. Something's up.
You got eyes on the room? Who's there?
Looks vacated.
For good reason, poor
guy's rigged up to go boom.
Don't.
Can't risk setting him off.
Your friend's sitting on an I.E.D.
Mm!
Look, I'm sorry I got you into this, Jack,
but if you can get me outta here,
I swear I'll cop to everything.
Take it easy. You're gonna be okay.
I wouldn't say that.
We told you to come alone.
You brought the suit,
so now he's a guest at our party.
He tries to leave, we
hit a button, RJ explodes.
You try to move RJ, he explodes.
You understand me, squid?
I get the gist.
Destroy your phone.
There's a cab on the curb that'll take you
to the next location, alone.
You walk out that door,
Jack, you won't come back.
RJ's my friend. You said it yourself.
I can't be something I'm not.
Harold, the exchange went pear-shaped.
Yes, I heard. Can you follow Mr. Salazar?
Not an option. He's long gone.
Never even got to take this
baby out for a test drive.
Well, the marines will have
to fence the uncut diamonds.
Locate the fence, odds
are we can locate Jack.
Where to now?
I have another resource working on that.
Well, suit yourself.
Any luck with your contacts in robbery?
Not yet. Don't worry, I got a source.
What happened to time
off for good behavior?
That assumes you've been good.
We had a deal, you keep a low profile.
Why else would I be enjoying
my barolo in a basement?
Your man's been seen in crown heights,
Russian territory.
It's all Russian territory now.
Give us a moment, alone.
Thank you... for helping my boss.
What do you know, you've made a friend.
Speaking of, I can't help but notice
that I haven't received a
visit from Harold or John.
Haven't told them yet, have you?
Afraid they'd object to our little deal?
There's no deal, okay, I had no choice.
If I'd put you back in prison,
someone... cops or the Russians...
would've killed you sooner or later.
I need a name, someone with the means
to fence large quantities
of uncut diamonds.
Well, if someone is interested
in such a transaction,
they'd have to connect with a mobile fence,
and I can think of an unscrupulous Russian
by the name of Maksim,
presently operating out of a pawn shop
in the Flatiron district.
Careful, this is dangerous
business, Detective.
It's officer now.
Such a shame, I hate
seeing talent go to waste.
I could take care of H.R. and
the Russians... permanently.
Enjoy the rest of your barolo.
How's it going, Finch?
I've intercepted the
signal at the cell tower.
I'm creating a loop to send
back down the line to the team leader.
It'll appear to him as if
you never left the room.
All done. You can leave, Mr. Reese.
I suggest you do so in a
hurry. I've sent reinforcements.
Who?
Whoa.
Never a dull moment with you guys.
Here, Carter came through.
Address for the fence
in the Flatiron district.
You ready?
These ruskies are ruthless
and packin' serious heat.
Sounds like a job for Shaw.
Besides, someone needs to defuse that bomb.
Hup to, Lionel.
What? Nobody said anything
about defusing a bomb.
Be careful, it's got a fail safe.
If you try to cut the
power source, it'll blow,
so dig out the igniter.
The what?
I got your rocks. You
afraid to come out and play?
You still think you're in charge
of this little operation, swab-jockey?
- Don't know.
- I got your whole stash.
Yeah, well, I got a little
insurance policy, your buddy RJ.
There's a pawn shop at 23rd and Lex.
What about it?
You're gonna play "let's
make a deal" with our fence.
You bring him the diamonds
and you bring us the cash.
He tries to pull a fast one,
you end up in a body bag.
Time's ticking, petty officer.
How long before the devil dog realizes
your friend switched the video?
Long enough... let's hope.
You're in the Navy. Know
anything about igniters?
Man, I'm a glorified
shopkeeper. I inventory supplies.
Don't worry, I'm a cop.
Bomb squad?
Homicide.
You have something for me?
You're not the one who
I talked to on the phone.
You're a tourist?
Guess you could say that.
Then you get the tourist
rate. 30 cents on the dollar.
Wait, you don't understand
who you're screwing with.
Who? A man with no gun and no backup?
Maybe we keep our money and your diamonds.
We don't renegotiate.
Another fine Navy day.
You must be Maksim.
You said 50 cents on the dollar.
That was before I saw the merchandise.
You failed to mention it's from Africa.
Unfortunately for you, I have
read all about the pirates
and the marine heroes who took them down.
Took big risk, coming, meeting you.
Risk goes up, price goes down.
I give you 1.2.
How much for me to not
put a bullet in your brain?
Put your weapon down!
I'm sorry, are you guys closed?
It's a bit tense in here.
Can I make a suggestion?
What the hell are you doing here?
Who is this, cop?
Concerned third party.
I've got no stake in this
except for helping my
friend Jack out of here
with the same number of holes
he had in him when he came in.
What's your point?
40 cents on the dollar?
Hey, Reese, no offense,
if the vigilante thing doesn't work out,
I'm not really seeing a future
for you in conflict resolution.
The suit here,
he just got your buddy killed.
Detective, get out, now!
There's no time.
I told you I got it covered.
I suggest you keep your mouth shut.
And you give us what you
agreed to or we kill you.
You think you're pretty tough, no?
U.S. devil dogs.
Run around, kill Iraqis,
kill Afghans, Somalis.
You know who you don't kill?
Russians.
Reese, why are the Russians backing up?
You know what, I enlisted in the marines
to kill Russians. Looks
like I'm gonna get my chance.
Wait a minute...
looks like the Russians brought
some friends to the party.
Multiple shooters above you, Reese.
Get clear, now.
You gonna ambush somebody,
use a muzzle suppressor.
Losers.
Shaw, a little help here?
I would have taken the head shot,
but Finch gets annoyed when I kill people.
In the arm, through a
brick wall, in the dark?
You're welcome.
Oops.
You want to get out of here?
Yeah, I think so.
Time to get your friend back to the ship
before he turns into a pumpkin.
You're pretty handy with that thing.
I'm hungry. You're buying me a steak.
Heard about the shoot-out
in the Flatiron district.
Lotta damage. You get your man out alive?
With a little help.
Listen, Carter, are you doing okay?
It's been a while since
we sat down and talked.
I'm fine, John, you know,
just getting on with my job.
You know if you ever needed help...
you just need to call me, right?
I know. Thanks.
Celebrating or commiserating?
Both.
RJ took the rap for everything.
Captain gave me a desk-drawer reprimand
and two days swabbing the deck.
I got an hour left of liberty
before I gotta get back on the ship.
So what's the plan now?
Captain thinks I could make
it through buds, become a SEAL,
but after what happened,
I'm not so sure about the military anymore.
Thought maybe there was
a chance for a normal life
after my tour's up, like those two.
The military's full of good and bad,
just like the rest of the world.
A guy like you could do a lot of good.
I was forced to join in the first place.
What, you think you're the
first kid to have to stand
in front of a judge and
pick door number two?
Turns out, I was good at it.
Maybe even made for it.
So are you. With your talent,
it probably won't be long
before the CIA comes knocking.
So what should I do?
That's up to you.
But in a few years, when the
guys from Langley show up...
say no.
I'd like to buy the happy
couple two glasses of champagne.
Thanks.
I don't even know where to begin.
Nicely done, Mr. Reese.
I realize now I never did hear
how you came to enlist in the army.
'Cause I never told you, Finch.
I'm a very private person.
Well, one more thing set
right in the universe.
You should look happier, Harold.
I am. It's just...
I have a feeling things are
about to get more complicated.
Then you might as well
enjoy your first boilermaker.
I thought it would be good
for us to resume our dialogue.
I know that you'd rather
be talking to the voice,
but you're gonna have to
settle for talking to me.
What do you want to talk about?
I'd like to talk about
something real, Robin.
I know you're very smart.
I'd love to know what
you're really thinking,
so why don't we start with the truth?
The truth?
The truth is a vast
thing. I see that now...
just how much truth there
is. Where would we even begin?
The truth is you are not very smart.
In fact, you're only the 43rd
smartest person in this building.
43rd?
Okay, did your voice tell you that?
That's based on what?
Every standardized test you
ever took averaged together,
not including your medical boards,
which you cheated on.
The truth is you smoke an
average of nine cigarettes
a week in the parking lot when
you think no one's looking.
The truth is that you
visit a massage parlor
once or twice a month, that you pay for it
with crisp $100 bills that
you get out of the cash machine
at the 7-Eleven across the street.
The truth is that you
fantasize on online forums
about having sex with
some of your patients,
though not me... yet. I
guess I'm not your type.
The truth is, God is 11 years old,
that she was born on New Year's day, 2002,
in Manhattan.
The truth is that she's chosen me,
and I don't know why yet,
that for the first time in my life...
I'm a little scared
about what's gonna happen.
The truth is, I'm stuck here for now,
and the only dialogue you
need to be worried about
is between me and her,
which is why you might want
to give me my phone back.
Because I'm having an argument.
Would you like to know the truth, doctor?
About what we're arguing over?
Whether or not I'm gonna kill you.
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.
What are you doing tomorrow?
I'm serious.
We should do it again sometime.
Band was good.
You look fabulous.
You're so sweet.
Must be easy to get beautiful women
when you are a diplomat's son.
She'll live.
You, amigo, you can blame your old man.
Hey, ¿quien es?
Huh?
If your father had been smart enough
to work with the cartel...
You might have lived long
enough to kiss her good night.
- Hey!
- What?
Mira.
Who the hell are you?
Tonight, hostage negotiator.
Raffi, come on.
Man, you're crazy.
Damn!
You're welcome.
They never say thank you.
Yeah, I wonder why.
Maybe if you figure out a way to save them
before all hell breaks loose.
Thanks, Carter.
You know, for what it's worth,
you're looking kind of
badass in that uniform.
Yours is still the same,
except the mask is new.
So where are all your friends?
Can I be honest?
I only asked you out 'cause
you're drop-dead gorgeous.
But after sitting down,
really getting to know you over dinner,
I realized I think you might be
the most fascinating woman I've ever met.
Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls.
In fact... I know you do.
And after you get into their pants,
you get into their bank accounts,
just like you did with Paula Scarlatti.
Poor Paula was so heartbroken,
she told her mobbed-up old man.
He and his gangster pals just put
a big fat bounty on your head.
And can I be honest?
I only went out with you because of them.
Hey, what are you doing?
You're gonna get me
killed. What are you doing?
Here's the deal, Don.
You need to leave town, change your name,
and get some game.
Start now.
I appreciate you resolving
this situation, Ms. Shaw.
However, perhaps in the future,
you might try to complete your assignments
without quite so much violence.
You see what she did?
I'm not a human shield.
No, he just got in the way.
That's it... I'm not
working with a lunatic.
I'm out.
You know how to find me.
Can't say we didn't already know, Finch.
First time we met, Shaw shot me.
I realize that Ms. Shaw
is an effective asset,
but I'm not sure I can work with somebody
who refuses to carry a
cell phone off the job.
People out there are trying
to kill her, you know.
Some of the same people
that are trying to kill us.
Yes, machine still seems
to be giving them numbers.
Whatever else it's up to is almost
too troubling to contemplate.
Meantime, our latest number...
Petty officer second class Jack Salazar,
United States Navy.
Petty officer, or petty criminal?
Bit of both, I'm afraid.
He assaulted a man during a
barroom brawl five years ago.
He all but put the guy in a coma.
The judge gave him a jail or the military.
And Jack chose the Navy.
So what's he doing here?
Fleet week.
The annual deluge of drunken sailors
that somehow does not
qualify as a military attack.
Come on, Finch, it's just
a bunch of crackerjacks
blowing off steam.
Then it's back to the boat by midnight.
I'm afraid countless sailors in uniform
are going to complicate our
efforts to locate Mr. Salazar.
If Jack's like most
sailors, it's booze, broads,
and a tattoo... in that order.
I suppose you know the usual haunts.
Sure, it's two-for-one
boilermakers in hell's kitchen.
That sounds horrible.
Heel.
Whiskey.
That's six bars down, Finch.
Excellent. Only 1,274 to go.
Another round?
Only if you're buying, Jack.
Wait a second. Got eyes
on our sailor, Finch.
So there I am, separated from my team,
deep in north Korea with
nothing but my buck knife
and my M9.
Am I leaving anything out, Jack?
Crocodiles, poisonous
darts, your sense of shame?
I'm getting to that.
Oh, my God. What did you do?
Baby, that's a long story, and
I'm only here till midnight,
so why don't we go someplace quiet,
and I can tell you all about it?
Ashley, let's go.
I think the lady wants to stay.
Screw you, jarhead.
I'm not a jarhead, I'm a squid,
but a tube steak like you
doesn't get to call me either.
Leave it, RJ. We're
here to have a good time.
Nobody wants trouble.
Somebody call somebody "jarhead"?
Look, man, don't do this.
Let me buy you guys a round.
Yeah, I could use another.
You're gonna need to pick that up.
Or what, squid?
One of you split-tails
gonna do something about it?
Well, he's gonna have
to take a swing at you.
Then your knuckle-dragger buddy
over here is gonna jump me.
After I introduce his face to the bar,
I'm gonna put this foot
upside of your jarhead...
upon which all hell breaks loose.
And nobody wants that.
I like this guy, Finch.
Mr. Reese? Everything all right?
Yeah, just shore leave, Finch.
Cops!
Let's get outta here!
Looks like I lost Jack.
Finch, how many squids are
there in the city right now?
Uh, approximately 6,000. Why do you ask?
I think we're gonna need
backup just to find him.
All hands on deck.
When I was a kid, computers made
more sense to me than people.
You said you wanted to
set the machine free.
I already did.
My name is Root.
Please talk to me.
Can you hear me?
Absolutely.
Robin, did you hear anything I just said?
Okay.
Look, some of the patients have complained
about you talking late into the night,
and since cell phones
are strictly forbidden
and you have no roommate,
I can only conclude
that you're talking to yourself.
Is that correct?
You wouldn't understand.
Try me.
I have a direct line to a higher power.
It speaks to me.
I see.
So you're hearing voices.
What are those voices telling you to do?
It's just the one voice really.
It wants me to stay here,
to work through some issues.
And what issues would those be?
Methodology.
We're discussing how I go about things.
You're not alone.
All these news reports
about government monitoring
our digital lives,
recording texts, emails, phone calls,
well, it's unsettling.
You know, it's easy to feel
violated, even paranoid.
Do you have feelings
that you're being watched?
Every now and then.
Any idea whether our sailor's
a victim or a perpetrator yet?
No, but he sure knows how
to handle himself in a fight.
What else we got on this guy?
He scored all fives on his
evals last year, highest marks.
Same on his physical readiness test.
The Navy may have bigger plans for him.
His contract's up in six
months. He'll be free to go.
Can you find out if he's
taken any other tests?
Academic or PST exams?
I will, although it seems like
getting into a barroom brawl
on shore leave is not very prudent
for someone with further
military aspirations.
Jack didn't start that fight,
but he was willing to finish it.
I would've done the same thing.
His shore leave buddy was in trouble.
Robert Johnson Phillips,
petty officer third class
and ship storekeeper.
And first class troublemaker.
They're shipmates.
Which means that they'll have to sign
back into the ship together after midnight.
It might help us to enlist another asset
with military experience to
help track down them down.
Just let me go, huh? I won't do it again.
Caught this one flashing
his junk in the park again.
All excited about the
randy sailors in town.
Carter, what are you doing here?
Third time I caught this guy
in Hudson River Park, which makes me think
he might know something about that homicide
you caught there yesterday.
I appreciate you looking out.
Look, I'm still a cop, Fusco.
How's your new partner?
Guy's a box of rocks.
This whole thing's a crock, everybody knows
you got hosed on that shooting.
What, do they expect you
to push around a squad car
the next ten years?
Till I get my 20.
You just now clocking out?
Oh. Our mutual friend.
Looks like your day job just began.
Carter.
Checked every bar in hell's kitchen,
every tattoo parlor on the West Side.
Where the hell else would a swabbie go?
To get some. He's a sailor.
Come here.
Ma'am.
Why are we stopping here?
I told you, this area is restricted.
Sailors aren't supposed to be here.
When did the Navy outlaw pastrami?
See that phone booth? Just watch.
The Mayor know about this place?
If he did, vice would have to shut it down.
But then, half the NYPD would have to find
a new place for bachelor parties.
How are you holding up, Carter?
You looking for a new job?
I'm a cop. Always will be, John.
Just found our swabbie.
He's not getting away this time. Excuse me.
Get you a drink, ma'am?
Only if you stop calling me ma'am.
Shot of bourbon.
Looking for company, sailor?
You got the cash, I got the open window.
Appreciate the opportunity,
but I was kinda looking for the real thing.
I got the cash, darling,
and a rapidly closing window, huh?
Whoa, easy there, killer.
That oughta cover her and the room.
Try not to get rolled.
Hey, thanks, Jack.
Oh, you should take these too.
Cigars?
Not just cigars, Cubans.
The admiral needed a few
cases shipped off the boat,
so I taxed him a few. No big deal.
We'll celebrate tomorrow.
Always skimming something, RJ.
Don't get your hand
caught in the cookie jar.
Meet back in an hour. Can you do that?
Look at her.
I'll be back in 30.
Hey, it's RJ. You know the drill.
RJ, where the hell are you?
We got less than an hour to
get our ass back on the ship.
Call me.
Jack lost his shore leave buddy.
Can't check back in without him.
Hey, squid.
Remember me?
Uh, yeah, from the
ship. Is there a problem?
Yeah, you know what the problem is.
You have it, we want it back.
Honestly, I don't know what
you're talking about, man.
Much bigger problem, Finch.
Some devil dog's got a
bone to pick with Jack.
Devil dogs?
Yeah, spec ops, force recon marines.
Team of four, maybe five.
Just sealed off the block.
If I go straight in, Jack'll be dead
before I even get to him.
You don't screw with us. We screw with you.
- Empty your pockets.
- Look, man,
I don't really have time for this.
I gotta get my shipmate, and I gotta get...
They're stealing a car. It's an extraction.
I gotta get him out.
Please be careful, Mr. Reese.
Feel that?
That's your rib cracking.
I jam it 2 inches further,
I'm gonna puncture your lung.
Where is it?
Don't know what you're talking about, man.
Get him and his buddy to
a room. We'll sort 'em out.
Hey! What the hell?
Who is that?
Finch, our sailor took
fire. Gonna need some help.
Let's get this bullet out
before the squid wakes up.
Could shoot you or save you.
Frankly, I could go either way.
Easy, Salazar. We're the good guys.
Oh, I knew this was a bad idea.
Who are you people? Where am I?
You have a bullet lodged in
your shoulder, Mr. Salazar,
a gift from a very angry group
of force recon devil dogs,
whom I can only assume
live up to their name.
Now, Ms. Shaw has medical experience,
so either you can either
let her retrieve the bullet,
or we can continue to discuss the matter
until you contract sepsis.
Sure you know what you're doing?
I've been shot... a lot.
You wanna tell us why a squad
of elite killers is after you?
Don't know.
Guys were in Somalia
doing God knows what...
fighting rebels.
Leader had a war trophy he
wanted to bring back, AK-47.
I stashed it in a crate of spent brass.
So you helped them smuggle an
illegal weapon through U.S. customs?
It happens all the time.
My buddy RJ unloaded the crate,
said he gave back the rifle.
It doesn't add up. Why would they
try to kill him over a weapon?
It's not the weapon, Ms. Shaw.
It's what was hidden inside it.
Somali pirates attacked
a deep-sea mining vessel
off the coast of Africa. Your
marine friends intervened.
What kind of mining?
Speaker.
Hey, Bagger, you forgot
it's the buddy system.
We got your buddy.
Sorry Jack, I screwed up.
Look, I taxed 'em. It was just a few.
I didn't think they'd miss 'em!
Miss what? What're you talking about?
Check the Cubans.
Uncut stones.
The ship was mining diamonds.
You want to see your buddy alive, Jack,
bring the rocks to the Babcock, room 212.
Come alone.
We really haven't talked about your family
or friends, Robin.
Your Uncle... Harold, is it...
who arranged your admission.
Are you close with him?
That's...
a complicated question, doctor.
I wouldn't want to be anything
less than totally forthcoming,
so maybe we should try another subject.
Okay.
You say that you don't want to be
anything less than forthcoming...
and yet, you're lying to me.
On the contrary, I've
been completely honest.
Please, excuse me.
Well, maybe not completely.
I thought I lost this, and
it turns out it was stolen.
I'm sorry, doctor,
but it's important we be in contact.
We're in the middle of a... disagreement.
A disagreement with the voice?
Mm.
I want you to know that I
support you unconditionally.
Now, I know you believe you need a phone,
and I'm here to tell you that you don't.
I believe that by separating you from it...
and from all other forms of technology...
It's really the best course of action.
So it's time to unplug.
Some assistance, please.
Please... don't do this.
It's not good for us to be separated.
I hope you realize I'm trying to help you.
Escort our patient to solitary confinement.
No contact with anything electronic.
You'll thank me someday.
For a psychiatrist,
you're really a terrible
judge of character.
What are we doing here?
Recon.
The exchange goes down there in ten.
That's it. Spec ops will have a sniper.
That's where I'd be.
You got any cash?
Hola, mija.
Don't know how I wound up here.
I do.
Same reason you got into a
fight with those jarheads.
You stand up for people you care about.
Lotta good it's done me, huh?
We'll see.
You can't be something you're not.
Yeah? And who am I?
You're a good guy, Jack.
You just haven't figured it out yet.
Gracias.
What, you need help finding a trash can?
You're a smart guy, you'll
figure out what to do with it.
Give me three minutes.
Ol' leatherneck has a nice weapon.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
Just remember...
no shots to center mass.
Ah, but it's a shame to waste
a rifle like this on kneecaps.
No sentry. Something's up.
You got eyes on the room? Who's there?
Looks vacated.
For good reason, poor
guy's rigged up to go boom.
Don't.
Can't risk setting him off.
Your friend's sitting on an I.E.D.
Mm!
Look, I'm sorry I got you into this, Jack,
but if you can get me outta here,
I swear I'll cop to everything.
Take it easy. You're gonna be okay.
I wouldn't say that.
We told you to come alone.
You brought the suit,
so now he's a guest at our party.
He tries to leave, we
hit a button, RJ explodes.
You try to move RJ, he explodes.
You understand me, squid?
I get the gist.
Destroy your phone.
There's a cab on the curb that'll take you
to the next location, alone.
You walk out that door,
Jack, you won't come back.
RJ's my friend. You said it yourself.
I can't be something I'm not.
Harold, the exchange went pear-shaped.
Yes, I heard. Can you follow Mr. Salazar?
Not an option. He's long gone.
Never even got to take this
baby out for a test drive.
Well, the marines will have
to fence the uncut diamonds.
Locate the fence, odds
are we can locate Jack.
Where to now?
I have another resource working on that.
Well, suit yourself.
Any luck with your contacts in robbery?
Not yet. Don't worry, I got a source.
What happened to time
off for good behavior?
That assumes you've been good.
We had a deal, you keep a low profile.
Why else would I be enjoying
my barolo in a basement?
Your man's been seen in crown heights,
Russian territory.
It's all Russian territory now.
Give us a moment, alone.
Thank you... for helping my boss.
What do you know, you've made a friend.
Speaking of, I can't help but notice
that I haven't received a
visit from Harold or John.
Haven't told them yet, have you?
Afraid they'd object to our little deal?
There's no deal, okay, I had no choice.
If I'd put you back in prison,
someone... cops or the Russians...
would've killed you sooner or later.
I need a name, someone with the means
to fence large quantities
of uncut diamonds.
Well, if someone is interested
in such a transaction,
they'd have to connect with a mobile fence,
and I can think of an unscrupulous Russian
by the name of Maksim,
presently operating out of a pawn shop
in the Flatiron district.
Careful, this is dangerous
business, Detective.
It's officer now.
Such a shame, I hate
seeing talent go to waste.
I could take care of H.R. and
the Russians... permanently.
Enjoy the rest of your barolo.
How's it going, Finch?
I've intercepted the
signal at the cell tower.
I'm creating a loop to send
back down the line to the team leader.
It'll appear to him as if
you never left the room.
All done. You can leave, Mr. Reese.
I suggest you do so in a
hurry. I've sent reinforcements.
Who?
Whoa.
Never a dull moment with you guys.
Here, Carter came through.
Address for the fence
in the Flatiron district.
You ready?
These ruskies are ruthless
and packin' serious heat.
Sounds like a job for Shaw.
Besides, someone needs to defuse that bomb.
Hup to, Lionel.
What? Nobody said anything
about defusing a bomb.
Be careful, it's got a fail safe.
If you try to cut the
power source, it'll blow,
so dig out the igniter.
The what?
I got your rocks. You
afraid to come out and play?
You still think you're in charge
of this little operation, swab-jockey?
- Don't know.
- I got your whole stash.
Yeah, well, I got a little
insurance policy, your buddy RJ.
There's a pawn shop at 23rd and Lex.
What about it?
You're gonna play "let's
make a deal" with our fence.
You bring him the diamonds
and you bring us the cash.
He tries to pull a fast one,
you end up in a body bag.
Time's ticking, petty officer.
How long before the devil dog realizes
your friend switched the video?
Long enough... let's hope.
You're in the Navy. Know
anything about igniters?
Man, I'm a glorified
shopkeeper. I inventory supplies.
Don't worry, I'm a cop.
Bomb squad?
Homicide.
You have something for me?
You're not the one who
I talked to on the phone.
You're a tourist?
Guess you could say that.
Then you get the tourist
rate. 30 cents on the dollar.
Wait, you don't understand
who you're screwing with.
Who? A man with no gun and no backup?
Maybe we keep our money and your diamonds.
We don't renegotiate.
Another fine Navy day.
You must be Maksim.
You said 50 cents on the dollar.
That was before I saw the merchandise.
You failed to mention it's from Africa.
Unfortunately for you, I have
read all about the pirates
and the marine heroes who took them down.
Took big risk, coming, meeting you.
Risk goes up, price goes down.
I give you 1.2.
How much for me to not
put a bullet in your brain?
Put your weapon down!
I'm sorry, are you guys closed?
It's a bit tense in here.
Can I make a suggestion?
What the hell are you doing here?
Who is this, cop?
Concerned third party.
I've got no stake in this
except for helping my
friend Jack out of here
with the same number of holes
he had in him when he came in.
What's your point?
40 cents on the dollar?
Hey, Reese, no offense,
if the vigilante thing doesn't work out,
I'm not really seeing a future
for you in conflict resolution.
The suit here,
he just got your buddy killed.
Detective, get out, now!
There's no time.
I told you I got it covered.
I suggest you keep your mouth shut.
And you give us what you
agreed to or we kill you.
You think you're pretty tough, no?
U.S. devil dogs.
Run around, kill Iraqis,
kill Afghans, Somalis.
You know who you don't kill?
Russians.
Reese, why are the Russians backing up?
You know what, I enlisted in the marines
to kill Russians. Looks
like I'm gonna get my chance.
Wait a minute...
looks like the Russians brought
some friends to the party.
Multiple shooters above you, Reese.
Get clear, now.
You gonna ambush somebody,
use a muzzle suppressor.
Losers.
Shaw, a little help here?
I would have taken the head shot,
but Finch gets annoyed when I kill people.
In the arm, through a
brick wall, in the dark?
You're welcome.
Oops.
You want to get out of here?
Yeah, I think so.
Time to get your friend back to the ship
before he turns into a pumpkin.
You're pretty handy with that thing.
I'm hungry. You're buying me a steak.
Heard about the shoot-out
in the Flatiron district.
Lotta damage. You get your man out alive?
With a little help.
Listen, Carter, are you doing okay?
It's been a while since
we sat down and talked.
I'm fine, John, you know,
just getting on with my job.
You know if you ever needed help...
you just need to call me, right?
I know. Thanks.
Celebrating or commiserating?
Both.
RJ took the rap for everything.
Captain gave me a desk-drawer reprimand
and two days swabbing the deck.
I got an hour left of liberty
before I gotta get back on the ship.
So what's the plan now?
Captain thinks I could make
it through buds, become a SEAL,
but after what happened,
I'm not so sure about the military anymore.
Thought maybe there was
a chance for a normal life
after my tour's up, like those two.
The military's full of good and bad,
just like the rest of the world.
A guy like you could do a lot of good.
I was forced to join in the first place.
What, you think you're the
first kid to have to stand
in front of a judge and
pick door number two?
Turns out, I was good at it.
Maybe even made for it.
So are you. With your talent,
it probably won't be long
before the CIA comes knocking.
So what should I do?
That's up to you.
But in a few years, when the
guys from Langley show up...
say no.
I'd like to buy the happy
couple two glasses of champagne.
Thanks.
I don't even know where to begin.
Nicely done, Mr. Reese.
I realize now I never did hear
how you came to enlist in the army.
'Cause I never told you, Finch.
I'm a very private person.
Well, one more thing set
right in the universe.
You should look happier, Harold.
I am. It's just...
I have a feeling things are
about to get more complicated.
Then you might as well
enjoy your first boilermaker.
I thought it would be good
for us to resume our dialogue.
I know that you'd rather
be talking to the voice,
but you're gonna have to
settle for talking to me.
What do you want to talk about?
I'd like to talk about
something real, Robin.
I know you're very smart.
I'd love to know what
you're really thinking,
so why don't we start with the truth?
The truth?
The truth is a vast
thing. I see that now...
just how much truth there
is. Where would we even begin?
The truth is you are not very smart.
In fact, you're only the 43rd
smartest person in this building.
43rd?
Okay, did your voice tell you that?
That's based on what?
Every standardized test you
ever took averaged together,
not including your medical boards,
which you cheated on.
The truth is you smoke an
average of nine cigarettes
a week in the parking lot when
you think no one's looking.
The truth is that you
visit a massage parlor
once or twice a month, that you pay for it
with crisp $100 bills that
you get out of the cash machine
at the 7-Eleven across the street.
The truth is that you
fantasize on online forums
about having sex with
some of your patients,
though not me... yet. I
guess I'm not your type.
The truth is, God is 11 years old,
that she was born on New Year's day, 2002,
in Manhattan.
The truth is that she's chosen me,
and I don't know why yet,
that for the first time in my life...
I'm a little scared
about what's gonna happen.
The truth is, I'm stuck here for now,
and the only dialogue you
need to be worried about
is between me and her,
which is why you might want
to give me my phone back.
Because I'm having an argument.
Would you like to know the truth, doctor?
About what we're arguing over?
Whether or not I'm gonna kill you.