Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 10 - The Devil's Share - full transcript
The team is grieving there team member's murder and Reese's serious wounding by Officer Patrick Simmons, who is on the run and wanted by the authorities. He is also being hunted by the Russians, who now feel betrayed by HR. Reese, who should be in the hospital and who may die if he doesn't receive proper medical attention, and Shaw decide to go rogue and go after Simmons individually through whichever HR members are still out there. Finch and Fusco are able to locate Shaw, who knows that they will not be able to do the same with Reese. The only person who may know where Simmons is is Quinn, who is being held in FBI custody at an unknown location. Shaw knows that there is one person who may be able to locate Reese through Quinn: Root. Finch has to decide if he can trust Root in order to save Reese. Others on the team may have their own ideas of how best to find Reese, and deal with both Quinn and Simmons if they can be located.
[Steady beeping]
[Johnny Cash's Hurt playing]
♪
♪ I hurt myself ♪
♪ today ♪
♪ to see if I still feel ♪
♪ I focus ♪
♪ on the pain ♪
♪ the only thing that's real ♪
♪ the needle tears a hole ♪
♪ the old familiar sting ♪
♪ try to kill it ♪
♪ all away ♪
♪ but I remember ♪
♪ everything ♪
♪ what have I become? ♪
♪ My sweetest friend ♪
♪ everyone I know ♪
♪ goes away ♪
♪ in the end ♪
♪ and you could have it all ♪
♪ my empire of dirt ♪
♪ I will let you down ♪
♪ I will make you hurt ♪
♪
♪ I wear this crown of thorns ♪
♪ upon my liar's chair ♪
♪ full of broken thoughts ♪
♪ I cannot repair ♪
♪ beneath the stains of time ♪
♪ the feelings disappear ♪
♪ you are someone else ♪
♪ I am still right here ♪
♪ what have I become? ♪
♪
♪ My sweetest friend ♪
♪ everyone I know ♪
♪ goes away ♪
♪ in the end ♪
♪
♪ And you could have it all ♪
♪ my empire of dirt ♪
♪ I will let you down ♪
♪ I will make you hurt ♪
♪ if I could start again ♪
♪ a million miles away ♪
♪ I would keep myself ♪
♪ I would find ♪
♪ a way ♪
I read that it works
this way...
that the therapist waits
until the silence
becomes so unbearable
that the patient
is forced to speak.
It can work any way
you want, Mr. Wren.
Is there something particular
you'd like to talk about?
Grief.
I'd like to talk about grief.
Of course.
I wanna know how it works,
if it has a purpose.
That's a big question.
It might be best if we talk
about your specific
circumstances.
Have you lost someone?
My closest friend. There was an accident.
I was with him.
I'm very sorry,
Mr. Wren.
Do you have someone
to comfort you
during this time?
I was in a relationship,
but that's over now.
The emotional fallout
from these types of traumas
can be extensive.
Which brings us
to your question... grief.
Whether it has a purpose.
An... evolutionary purpose.
I mean,
I find myself reevaluating
choices that I've made,
things that...
I should have done differently
or better.
As if in losing everything,
I finally understand.
But then it occurs
to me that...
It occurs to you
that this feeling
might be temporary.
There's a false sense
of lucidity
that often accompanies
grieving.
I've been thinking
about doing something radical
as a tribute to his memory.
I would caution
against that, Mr. Wren.
I see this so often.
I've been working
with the survivors
of the ferry bombing
earlier this year.
Their trauma is
similar to yours.
More extreme, of course.
Many of them experience
a sense of responsibility
for what happened.
Survivor's guilt.
I'm familiar.
Well, then you're also familiar
with what
I'm about to say next...
that you think your friend's
death was your fault.
Otherwise, you'd have to face
a very painful truth.
Which is what?
That you are not God.
You don't control
who lives or dies.
That powerlessness also means
that your friend's death
is not your fault.
I assure you, Mr. Wren,
in time, the guilt you feel
will pass.
Let me ask you a question then.
Does survivor's guilt pass
when everything
that has happened
actually is, in fact,
your fault?
You look tired, Harold.
Please talk to me.
I have nothing to say,
Ms. Groves.
I offered before.
Let me help you.
It's a little too late
for that,
don't you think?
Not for John.
He's in trouble.
I can tell
by the look on your face.
And I don't want to sound
unsympathetic, Harold,
but we have
much bigger problems at hand.
Whatever your machine
was trying to prepare me for...
it's coming.
[Phone vibrates]
[Door closes]
(Finch)
Yes, Detective?
(Fusco)
We got a big problem.
[Police radio chatter]
I heard the call on the radio.
Someone t-boned him
then interrogated him
while the car burned.
Guys in the front
might make it.
Guy in the back may make
a good bag of charcoal.
Witnesses put our pal,
the psychopathic vigilante,
at the scene.
Which one?
You mean both your stray dogs
are off the leash?
This was the handiwork
of tall, dark, and deranged.
And I shudder to think
what the other one's up to.
I have reason to believe
that one or both of them
are looking to track down
and kill Simmons.
We all want Simmons.
Piece of crap killed my partner,
then went after my kid.
But the scorched earth campaign
is only gonna make
Simmons harder to find,
not easier.
Who were they?
Dirtbags of the highest order.
Run drugs, underage hookers.
And a lot of paper.
- Paper?
- Yeah, counterfeit bills.
IDs, passports,
for a forger named Yorke.
We'd better find
Mr. Yorke then.
_
Hey... get me down.
Come on.
[Phone vibrates]
_
Take me down, you bitch!
I told you everything I know.
And somehow,
I just don't believe you.
[Door opens]
Hey! Hey, hey.
Hey, guys, call the cops!
You wanna take a crack at him?
My gun hand's cramping.
Guy's not looking so good.
- Did you break his legs?
- Nope. Reese did.
Got to him before I did.
Dropped him off the roof
of the building.
I found his sorry ass
in the parking lot
yelling for help.
Still got his arms, though.
Did you see Reese?
Gone by the time I got here.
- We have to stop him.
- Why?
One less dirty
cop-killing cop
sounds good to me.
Setting aside your somewhat...
binary moral compass,
Ms. Shaw,
you should know
that Mr. Reese's injuries
are life-threatening.
All right, Harold.
We'll play it your way.
But if Reese
doesn't wanna be found,
our only way of tracking him
is by finding Simmons
ourselves.
Guy give you anything?
Speak up!
The only one who knows
Simmons' exit strategy
is his boss, Quinn.
And if you're looking
for him, get in line.
Everybody wants him dead.
Can I go to the hospital
now, please?
You got an inside track
to the feds?
We gotta get to Quinn
before Reese does.
Are you kidding? Quinn ran
a bunch of corrupt cops.
Feds aren't talking to me.
I know one man who will know
Quinn's location.
After his arrest,
Quinn retained Jimmy Ransone...
high-dollar criminal
defense attorney
with a questionable reputation.
But even suspects in protection
are allowed to see
their lawyer.
Wait a minute, come on, guys!
Get me down!
Aw, come on, get me
the hell outta here!
(Fusco) I'd say our
boy's come and gone.
Finch?
We got a problem.
You couldn't find
Mr. Ransone?
We found what's left of him.
Someone used him as an ashtray
before putting a bullet
through his head.
Reese has really gone
off the reservation this time.
No. Reese doesn't even smoke.
He would have just used
a lighter.
This... is theatrical.
Amateur hour.
Well, at least we know
he's still alive.
How badly is he injured,
Ms. Shaw?
He doesn't look so good.
We don't have much time.
Reese leaves, and five minutes
later, these jokers show up.
Russians.
It figures.
Quinn turned state evidence
against them.
So now both Mr. Reese
and the Russians
know where to find
Alonzo Quinn,
and we still don't.
Ransone is the only one
that can tell us
where Reese is going.
Not the only one.
Who?
Harold knows
who I'm talking about.
We're out of options.
We need Root.
We need to discuss
the Loftin case.
Caucasian male, 83,
presented with acute pneumonia.
I know the case,
Dr. Shaw.
I also know
about your interaction
with the Loftin family.
You walked
into the waiting room
eating an energy bar
and proceeded
to tell the Loftin family
that their father was dead.
Because he was.
And, presumably,
you were hungry.
You managed to revive
Mr. Loftin four times.
You went to truly heroic
measures to save their father,
and yet, all the Loftin family
will remember
is the doctor who gave them
the worst possible news
while she was eating
a candy bar.
Let me ask you this...
Do you care if your patients
live or die?
Of course.
But does it hurt you?
I've been watching you
for... some time,
and it doesn't seem
to bother you.
This place is filled
with doctors who don't care
if their patients live or die.
No, this place
is filled with doctors
who pretend they don't care.
But you're different.
Aren't you?
Your attendings all say
the same thing about you...
technically brilliant.
Remarkably calm.
They can't spot
what you really are.
And what's that?
You know the DSM
backwards and forwards, Doctor.
You probably diagnosed yourself
in your first year.
A diagnosis
which meant that you
never should have been accepted
into this program.
I watch the others.
I watch the fear
creep into them.
I watch them make mistakes,
and you think these feelings
that I'm lacking
make them better?
You'd really rather have
one of them working on you
instead of me?
Yes.
Because if...
If the only thing
motivating you
is technical mastery,
when one of your patients
needs you the most,
then... this job just might
start to bore you.
That's the difference
between fixing and healing.
You have a brilliant mind,
Sameen.
And you're very gifted.
But you'll never be a doctor.
(Shaw)
Time's up, Harold.
(Finch) This is not something
we should go about lightly.
It's the only way.
There will be
larger consequences
if we make this decision...
we need to be ready for that.
John isn't gonna make it
if he winds up in a crossfire
between a bunch of feds
and organized criminals
in his current state.
I know this is
our only option, Ms. Shaw.
I just wanna make sure
we're prepared
for what may happen.
I'm in.
Are you?
[Cell phone ringing]
I'm guessing that isn't for me.
[Phone continues ringing]
You know, if you told me about
the carpooling arrangements,
I would have driven separately.
Ms. Groves is here
to help us locate Alonzo Quinn.
We're close.
Turn off the headlights.
How am I supposed to see?
You don't need to.
(Root)
Steady for another 800 feet.
Adjust left when you feel it.
Feel what?
[Thud]
Harold, grab the first aid kit
when we get
out of the car, will you?
Pull over to the right.
Tell me why we're listening
to the crazy chick
who kidnapped Glasses.
In your right pocket,
you have 85¢.
The change
from your morning coffee run.
In your apartment, there's
an old photo of your father
at the Franklin Park Zoo
taken when he was a child.
He's feeding a lion cub.
Do you know
what that cub's name was?
Lionel.
That's where
your name came from.
I promise...
I'm here to help.
Just when I think life
with you people
couldn't get any weirder,
one of you takes it
to the next level.
Where are we,
Ms. Groves?
May I have a gun now?
What's with you
and your poor listening skills?
No... way.
Then you better turn around.
Follow me.
And bring him with you.
You just shot
a Federal Marshal.
Just between us...
not my first time.
Wait for the light
at 12:00.
Is that...
Alonzo Quinn.
The building has
two main exits,
two emergency exits.
12 US Marshals
guard the building,
plus our friend over there
who was scouting the perimeter
that we're now inside.
Air Support is ten minutes out.
While the Russians
aren't here yet,
they will be soon.
You sure the big guy's here?
Man: - What the hell was that?
Man #2: - Move in!
Pretty sure.
Your test scores are good,
but I have my doubts about you.
You look soft to me.
Sir, no.
No, sir.
See, that's what
I'm talking about.
Stop with the "Sirs."
You're green...
from the soles of your feet
to the top of your pointy head.
I'm sorry.
Were you expecting me
to ask about your feelings?
'Cause you're about to join men
living out on the ragged edge
where extreme actions
are required
to stop extremely bad things
from happening.
Are you prepared
to do terrible things
and then turn it off
when you need to?
Yes, sir.
I am.
Could you kill a terrorist
standing 2 feet
from his young son?
Blow his head off
and then walk away
while the kid cries
next to his daddy's dead body?
If those are my orders, sir.
Says here your dad died
when you were just a kid.
Army man too.
You're not gonna decide
at the wrong time
that a child
should have a father,
even if that father
is a terrorist?
No, sir.
I'm sorry for going
at you like this, son,
but I'm the last stop
between you
and the darkness
that awaits you.
I need to be sure that
you're mentally tough enough
for this program.
If you spun out,
got your brothers killed,
it would be on me.
Well, you're just
doing your job.
I get it.
I've been through this before.
No one does this twice.
If you washed out,
we wouldn't have
recruited you again.
I didn't wash out.
I've been a part
of this program for three years.
A very trusted part.
In fact, my CO tasked me
with finding out
who's been selling the names
of our operatives
to Chinese counterintelligence.
Took me a while,
but I found him.
If only
you'd just done your job.
You're pretty damn good at it.
Who the hell pays
for the damage?
Get back inside now.
I'm radioing Pollack.
We need Air Support.
Get in. Get in.
Sir, are you seeing this?
Do we need to call
for Air Support?
It's a car fire in Queens.
I'm not calling Air Support
for that.
Rapid response team
standing by
on the second floor.
Have your men do
a perimeter check
- and report back.
- Copy that.
Russians, feds... I don't care.
I just want to know.
Who pays for the...
- damage?
- [Clatter]
You should probably call
for backup.
You worried
some of your old buddies
came to shoot the breeze?
Sadly, my men are very good
at their jobs.
Anybody wants a crack at you,
they're gonna need
an entire...
Sir. Sir, we've got
a situation.
Robbins is down,
and the hotel doors
have been secured
from the inside.
Someone's in there with you.
Secure the door. Now.
Ready Team, this is Highlight.
Spread out to the stairwells.
No one gets to three.
Expect multiple shooters.
Copy that.
We'll lock it down.
Secure the hallways.
We're taking
the prisoner out, now.
Looks like I underestimated
your popularity.
Let's move.
No point.
The guy who's coming
after me...
your men won't be able
to stop him.
Move, move!
Wait a second.
On my mark, go! Go, go!
Aah!
Ah!
I made three shooters,
maybe four.
On my count...
three, two...
I'm sorry...
but I need a word
with the man you're protecting.
You just attacked
a dozen Marshals.
Sorry's not gonna cut it.
They'll need some Aspirin,
maybe a little physical
therapy... move.
You sit this one out.
[Whispers]
Simmons...
I want his exit.
Loyalty.
That's why Simmons
came after you and Carter.
Loyalty.
That's how we built
this whole damn thing.
I'll be damned if I repay
that loyalty
by breaking it now.
Even if you threaten
to kill me.
You see?
That's why you and I
understand each other.
Now, everything you do
is an abomination.
But your word...
Your word is your bond.
To your godson.
To Carter.
You do what you say.
So do I.
I'm not gonna threaten
to kill you.
I'm going to kill you...
whether you tell me or not.
No bargaining.
In three minutes...
you're dead.
I've killed many people.
Never bothered me much.
That's why I was good at it.
I didn't like them
suffering, though.
Took me years to figure out
how to do it quickly,
painlessly.
But if you don't tell me,
I'm gonna forget all of that.
Understand?
And I'll make the last
three minutes of your life
last forever.
[Gunshots]
Can I please have a gun now?
No, and you're really starting
to irritate me by asking.
As far as Root's request
for a weapon, Ms. Shaw,
the situation is becoming
increasingly dangerous.
- Yeah, no kidding!
- And if she wanted to kill us,
I'm guessing she could have
done so many times already.
Speak for yourself, Harold.
But fine.
Whatever. Take it.
Can I have
a second one, please?
Two guns at once?
That's kinda lame.
You all set?
Let's head up.
Too late.
Where's she going?
[Tires screech]
[Men groaning, screaming]
Okay, that was kinda hot.
I'll watch the front.
You should head up.
We're running out of time.
Time's up.
[Door opens]
(Finch)
Mr. Reese.
You know what Joss sacrificed
to bring this man down
on her terms.
Legal terms.
Everything.
Yes.
So if you're going
to kill Mr. Quinn,
don't imagine that
you're doing it in her name.
That's not what
she would have wanted.
We should have killed him
in the first place.
Why didn't we, Finch?
That's not our purpose.
We save lives.
You save lives.
Not all of them.
You're dying, John.
Let us help you.
No...!
Let's get him outta here.
[Sirens approaching]
I'll stay and make sure
the feds take this piece
of garbage back into custody.
[Sirens wailing
in the distance]
We should be going
after Simmons.
Reese got his location.
Sometimes you have to make
choices, Ms. Shaw.
We've already lost a friend.
I don't intend to lose
another... not tonight.
I can't believe
we're gonna let him get away.
The machine never said
Reese was the only one
planning to kill Simmons.
[Quinn groaning]
Let's get you out of here.
We've been talking
for nearly 20 minutes, Lionel,
but you've said almost nothing.
And I thought we were
really starting to hit it off.
Look, this is a safe place.
I may get paid by the city,
but I serve the police officers
- who come into my office.
- Oh, yeah?
In that case, I'll take
a bourbon on rocks.
Alcohol abuse is common
among officers
after a shooting.
So is sarcasm.
How have you been sleeping
since the incident?
Just fine.
You were forced
to take someone's life.
That's a hard pill to swallow,
even when the shooting
was justified.
Fine.
I encountered the suspect...
It's better
if you use his name.
Okay.
I encountered Jules.
It was dark, he saw me,
went for his piece.
I got to mine first.
The end.
Well, that must have
been terrifying.
You could have been killed.
Part of the job.
Yeah, well, part of my job,
Lionel, is dealing with cops
who act tough and end up
eating a bullet
because of a cascade
of untreated
posttraumatic symptoms.
Now, you can hide
your real feelings
from everyone else,
but with me,
you need to get real.
All right.
This is a safe place, right?
Doctor-patient, confidential,
all that, right?
Yes, everything you say here
is completely protected.
Use this time
to unburden yourself.
Wasn't a good shooting.
Well, I'm sure you may
feel that way, but...
Ain't got anything
to do with feelings.
You see, Jules shot
an off-duty rookie last year.
24 years old.
Kid had a baby on the way.
But good drug dealers
can afford good lawyers,
so Jules walked.
I had been tracking him
for weeks,
just waiting
to get the guy alone.
And there he was,
walking out of a bodega,
with not a care in the world.
No protection either.
He saw me.
He knew why I was there.
I could see it in his eyes.
So I smiled at him.
[Chuckles]
Just before I put two
in his chest.
You killed a man.
No.
He got the devil's share.
The... what?
That's what you call it
when a guy like Jules gets his.
It's the way the world
evens things out.
Guy got what he deserved,
and you wanna know
how I've been sleeping?
Like a baby.
But thanks for letting me
unburden myself.
[Chuckles]
(Fusco)
Missed your flight.
I told the pilot
you weren't gonna make it.
So what's the plan, Fusco?
Gonna shoot an unarmed man?
[Laughs]
Nah.
I got a better idea.
Been waiting to do this
for a long time.
Aah!
Carter got you good, huh?
- [Crack]
- Aah!
I get it, Fusco.
I always knew
you were a killer.
Get it over with, will ya?
That's just it.
[Panting]
I could've been just like you,
a bottom-feeder
who turns on his own kind.
For what?
Money, power?
I got lucky.
[Panting]
I had a partner.
She was good for me.
For a lot of reasons.
She reminded me that
I could be good again too.
I could be a good father,
a good friend.
A good cop.
I'm not gonna let you
undo all the good she did.
Carter saved my life.
She... she saved me
from myself.
Because she believed in me.
And I'm not gonna
throw all that away
on a piece of crap like you.
Patrick Simmons,
you're under arrest.
- Aah!
- You have the right to remain silent...
[DLID's Colour In Your Hands playing]
♪
♪ There's a color
in your hands ♪
♪ can never return,
never get back, no ♪
♪ there's a moment
in your... ♪
Doctor said
he's gonna pull through.
Lost a lot of blood.
I'm gonna go steal some more
from Manhattan General.
Where's Root?
♪ There's a color
in your hands ♪
♪
♪ Can never erase,
never rub out, no ♪
♪
Think he's finally
warming up to me.
You were free.
Why did you come back?
Like I said...
we have a larger fight
ahead of us.
I think we should be together
when that begins.
Don't you?
♪
Thank you.
♪
♪ There's a moment
in your hands ♪
♪
♪ Never give up,
never get slack, no ♪
It's just me, Officer.
Elias.
What do you want?
Quinn and I are busted.
HR is dead.
Nothing else to do
but rub my face in it.
That's not really my style.
Then why the hell are you here?
Well, there remains a debt.
Civilization rests
on the principle
that we treat our criminals
better than they treated
their victims,
that we not stoop
to their level.
But you and I are outliers.
We're not really a part
of civilization.
We're something... older.
Which means, of course,
that we can do the things
that civilized people can't.
I offered to kill you for
Detective Carter many times,
and she always said no.
She was civilized
to the very end.
I don't think she liked me.
But I liked her very much,
and you killed her.
So now I consider it
my responsibility
to fix the particular problem
that is you, Officer Simmons.
You really think you're
gonna be the one to kill me?
No. No, my friend
is going to kill you.
I'm just gonna watch.
[Grunts]
[Johnny Cash's Hurt playing]
♪
♪ I hurt myself ♪
♪ today ♪
♪ to see if I still feel ♪
♪ I focus ♪
♪ on the pain ♪
♪ the only thing that's real ♪
♪ the needle tears a hole ♪
♪ the old familiar sting ♪
♪ try to kill it ♪
♪ all away ♪
♪ but I remember ♪
♪ everything ♪
♪ what have I become? ♪
♪ My sweetest friend ♪
♪ everyone I know ♪
♪ goes away ♪
♪ in the end ♪
♪ and you could have it all ♪
♪ my empire of dirt ♪
♪ I will let you down ♪
♪ I will make you hurt ♪
♪
♪ I wear this crown of thorns ♪
♪ upon my liar's chair ♪
♪ full of broken thoughts ♪
♪ I cannot repair ♪
♪ beneath the stains of time ♪
♪ the feelings disappear ♪
♪ you are someone else ♪
♪ I am still right here ♪
♪ what have I become? ♪
♪
♪ My sweetest friend ♪
♪ everyone I know ♪
♪ goes away ♪
♪ in the end ♪
♪
♪ And you could have it all ♪
♪ my empire of dirt ♪
♪ I will let you down ♪
♪ I will make you hurt ♪
♪ if I could start again ♪
♪ a million miles away ♪
♪ I would keep myself ♪
♪ I would find ♪
♪ a way ♪
I read that it works
this way...
that the therapist waits
until the silence
becomes so unbearable
that the patient
is forced to speak.
It can work any way
you want, Mr. Wren.
Is there something particular
you'd like to talk about?
Grief.
I'd like to talk about grief.
Of course.
I wanna know how it works,
if it has a purpose.
That's a big question.
It might be best if we talk
about your specific
circumstances.
Have you lost someone?
My closest friend. There was an accident.
I was with him.
I'm very sorry,
Mr. Wren.
Do you have someone
to comfort you
during this time?
I was in a relationship,
but that's over now.
The emotional fallout
from these types of traumas
can be extensive.
Which brings us
to your question... grief.
Whether it has a purpose.
An... evolutionary purpose.
I mean,
I find myself reevaluating
choices that I've made,
things that...
I should have done differently
or better.
As if in losing everything,
I finally understand.
But then it occurs
to me that...
It occurs to you
that this feeling
might be temporary.
There's a false sense
of lucidity
that often accompanies
grieving.
I've been thinking
about doing something radical
as a tribute to his memory.
I would caution
against that, Mr. Wren.
I see this so often.
I've been working
with the survivors
of the ferry bombing
earlier this year.
Their trauma is
similar to yours.
More extreme, of course.
Many of them experience
a sense of responsibility
for what happened.
Survivor's guilt.
I'm familiar.
Well, then you're also familiar
with what
I'm about to say next...
that you think your friend's
death was your fault.
Otherwise, you'd have to face
a very painful truth.
Which is what?
That you are not God.
You don't control
who lives or dies.
That powerlessness also means
that your friend's death
is not your fault.
I assure you, Mr. Wren,
in time, the guilt you feel
will pass.
Let me ask you a question then.
Does survivor's guilt pass
when everything
that has happened
actually is, in fact,
your fault?
You look tired, Harold.
Please talk to me.
I have nothing to say,
Ms. Groves.
I offered before.
Let me help you.
It's a little too late
for that,
don't you think?
Not for John.
He's in trouble.
I can tell
by the look on your face.
And I don't want to sound
unsympathetic, Harold,
but we have
much bigger problems at hand.
Whatever your machine
was trying to prepare me for...
it's coming.
[Phone vibrates]
[Door closes]
(Finch)
Yes, Detective?
(Fusco)
We got a big problem.
[Police radio chatter]
I heard the call on the radio.
Someone t-boned him
then interrogated him
while the car burned.
Guys in the front
might make it.
Guy in the back may make
a good bag of charcoal.
Witnesses put our pal,
the psychopathic vigilante,
at the scene.
Which one?
You mean both your stray dogs
are off the leash?
This was the handiwork
of tall, dark, and deranged.
And I shudder to think
what the other one's up to.
I have reason to believe
that one or both of them
are looking to track down
and kill Simmons.
We all want Simmons.
Piece of crap killed my partner,
then went after my kid.
But the scorched earth campaign
is only gonna make
Simmons harder to find,
not easier.
Who were they?
Dirtbags of the highest order.
Run drugs, underage hookers.
And a lot of paper.
- Paper?
- Yeah, counterfeit bills.
IDs, passports,
for a forger named Yorke.
We'd better find
Mr. Yorke then.
_
Hey... get me down.
Come on.
[Phone vibrates]
_
Take me down, you bitch!
I told you everything I know.
And somehow,
I just don't believe you.
[Door opens]
Hey! Hey, hey.
Hey, guys, call the cops!
You wanna take a crack at him?
My gun hand's cramping.
Guy's not looking so good.
- Did you break his legs?
- Nope. Reese did.
Got to him before I did.
Dropped him off the roof
of the building.
I found his sorry ass
in the parking lot
yelling for help.
Still got his arms, though.
Did you see Reese?
Gone by the time I got here.
- We have to stop him.
- Why?
One less dirty
cop-killing cop
sounds good to me.
Setting aside your somewhat...
binary moral compass,
Ms. Shaw,
you should know
that Mr. Reese's injuries
are life-threatening.
All right, Harold.
We'll play it your way.
But if Reese
doesn't wanna be found,
our only way of tracking him
is by finding Simmons
ourselves.
Guy give you anything?
Speak up!
The only one who knows
Simmons' exit strategy
is his boss, Quinn.
And if you're looking
for him, get in line.
Everybody wants him dead.
Can I go to the hospital
now, please?
You got an inside track
to the feds?
We gotta get to Quinn
before Reese does.
Are you kidding? Quinn ran
a bunch of corrupt cops.
Feds aren't talking to me.
I know one man who will know
Quinn's location.
After his arrest,
Quinn retained Jimmy Ransone...
high-dollar criminal
defense attorney
with a questionable reputation.
But even suspects in protection
are allowed to see
their lawyer.
Wait a minute, come on, guys!
Get me down!
Aw, come on, get me
the hell outta here!
(Fusco) I'd say our
boy's come and gone.
Finch?
We got a problem.
You couldn't find
Mr. Ransone?
We found what's left of him.
Someone used him as an ashtray
before putting a bullet
through his head.
Reese has really gone
off the reservation this time.
No. Reese doesn't even smoke.
He would have just used
a lighter.
This... is theatrical.
Amateur hour.
Well, at least we know
he's still alive.
How badly is he injured,
Ms. Shaw?
He doesn't look so good.
We don't have much time.
Reese leaves, and five minutes
later, these jokers show up.
Russians.
It figures.
Quinn turned state evidence
against them.
So now both Mr. Reese
and the Russians
know where to find
Alonzo Quinn,
and we still don't.
Ransone is the only one
that can tell us
where Reese is going.
Not the only one.
Who?
Harold knows
who I'm talking about.
We're out of options.
We need Root.
We need to discuss
the Loftin case.
Caucasian male, 83,
presented with acute pneumonia.
I know the case,
Dr. Shaw.
I also know
about your interaction
with the Loftin family.
You walked
into the waiting room
eating an energy bar
and proceeded
to tell the Loftin family
that their father was dead.
Because he was.
And, presumably,
you were hungry.
You managed to revive
Mr. Loftin four times.
You went to truly heroic
measures to save their father,
and yet, all the Loftin family
will remember
is the doctor who gave them
the worst possible news
while she was eating
a candy bar.
Let me ask you this...
Do you care if your patients
live or die?
Of course.
But does it hurt you?
I've been watching you
for... some time,
and it doesn't seem
to bother you.
This place is filled
with doctors who don't care
if their patients live or die.
No, this place
is filled with doctors
who pretend they don't care.
But you're different.
Aren't you?
Your attendings all say
the same thing about you...
technically brilliant.
Remarkably calm.
They can't spot
what you really are.
And what's that?
You know the DSM
backwards and forwards, Doctor.
You probably diagnosed yourself
in your first year.
A diagnosis
which meant that you
never should have been accepted
into this program.
I watch the others.
I watch the fear
creep into them.
I watch them make mistakes,
and you think these feelings
that I'm lacking
make them better?
You'd really rather have
one of them working on you
instead of me?
Yes.
Because if...
If the only thing
motivating you
is technical mastery,
when one of your patients
needs you the most,
then... this job just might
start to bore you.
That's the difference
between fixing and healing.
You have a brilliant mind,
Sameen.
And you're very gifted.
But you'll never be a doctor.
(Shaw)
Time's up, Harold.
(Finch) This is not something
we should go about lightly.
It's the only way.
There will be
larger consequences
if we make this decision...
we need to be ready for that.
John isn't gonna make it
if he winds up in a crossfire
between a bunch of feds
and organized criminals
in his current state.
I know this is
our only option, Ms. Shaw.
I just wanna make sure
we're prepared
for what may happen.
I'm in.
Are you?
[Cell phone ringing]
I'm guessing that isn't for me.
[Phone continues ringing]
You know, if you told me about
the carpooling arrangements,
I would have driven separately.
Ms. Groves is here
to help us locate Alonzo Quinn.
We're close.
Turn off the headlights.
How am I supposed to see?
You don't need to.
(Root)
Steady for another 800 feet.
Adjust left when you feel it.
Feel what?
[Thud]
Harold, grab the first aid kit
when we get
out of the car, will you?
Pull over to the right.
Tell me why we're listening
to the crazy chick
who kidnapped Glasses.
In your right pocket,
you have 85¢.
The change
from your morning coffee run.
In your apartment, there's
an old photo of your father
at the Franklin Park Zoo
taken when he was a child.
He's feeding a lion cub.
Do you know
what that cub's name was?
Lionel.
That's where
your name came from.
I promise...
I'm here to help.
Just when I think life
with you people
couldn't get any weirder,
one of you takes it
to the next level.
Where are we,
Ms. Groves?
May I have a gun now?
What's with you
and your poor listening skills?
No... way.
Then you better turn around.
Follow me.
And bring him with you.
You just shot
a Federal Marshal.
Just between us...
not my first time.
Wait for the light
at 12:00.
Is that...
Alonzo Quinn.
The building has
two main exits,
two emergency exits.
12 US Marshals
guard the building,
plus our friend over there
who was scouting the perimeter
that we're now inside.
Air Support is ten minutes out.
While the Russians
aren't here yet,
they will be soon.
You sure the big guy's here?
Man: - What the hell was that?
Man #2: - Move in!
Pretty sure.
Your test scores are good,
but I have my doubts about you.
You look soft to me.
Sir, no.
No, sir.
See, that's what
I'm talking about.
Stop with the "Sirs."
You're green...
from the soles of your feet
to the top of your pointy head.
I'm sorry.
Were you expecting me
to ask about your feelings?
'Cause you're about to join men
living out on the ragged edge
where extreme actions
are required
to stop extremely bad things
from happening.
Are you prepared
to do terrible things
and then turn it off
when you need to?
Yes, sir.
I am.
Could you kill a terrorist
standing 2 feet
from his young son?
Blow his head off
and then walk away
while the kid cries
next to his daddy's dead body?
If those are my orders, sir.
Says here your dad died
when you were just a kid.
Army man too.
You're not gonna decide
at the wrong time
that a child
should have a father,
even if that father
is a terrorist?
No, sir.
I'm sorry for going
at you like this, son,
but I'm the last stop
between you
and the darkness
that awaits you.
I need to be sure that
you're mentally tough enough
for this program.
If you spun out,
got your brothers killed,
it would be on me.
Well, you're just
doing your job.
I get it.
I've been through this before.
No one does this twice.
If you washed out,
we wouldn't have
recruited you again.
I didn't wash out.
I've been a part
of this program for three years.
A very trusted part.
In fact, my CO tasked me
with finding out
who's been selling the names
of our operatives
to Chinese counterintelligence.
Took me a while,
but I found him.
If only
you'd just done your job.
You're pretty damn good at it.
Who the hell pays
for the damage?
Get back inside now.
I'm radioing Pollack.
We need Air Support.
Get in. Get in.
Sir, are you seeing this?
Do we need to call
for Air Support?
It's a car fire in Queens.
I'm not calling Air Support
for that.
Rapid response team
standing by
on the second floor.
Have your men do
a perimeter check
- and report back.
- Copy that.
Russians, feds... I don't care.
I just want to know.
Who pays for the...
- damage?
- [Clatter]
You should probably call
for backup.
You worried
some of your old buddies
came to shoot the breeze?
Sadly, my men are very good
at their jobs.
Anybody wants a crack at you,
they're gonna need
an entire...
Sir. Sir, we've got
a situation.
Robbins is down,
and the hotel doors
have been secured
from the inside.
Someone's in there with you.
Secure the door. Now.
Ready Team, this is Highlight.
Spread out to the stairwells.
No one gets to three.
Expect multiple shooters.
Copy that.
We'll lock it down.
Secure the hallways.
We're taking
the prisoner out, now.
Looks like I underestimated
your popularity.
Let's move.
No point.
The guy who's coming
after me...
your men won't be able
to stop him.
Move, move!
Wait a second.
On my mark, go! Go, go!
Aah!
Ah!
I made three shooters,
maybe four.
On my count...
three, two...
I'm sorry...
but I need a word
with the man you're protecting.
You just attacked
a dozen Marshals.
Sorry's not gonna cut it.
They'll need some Aspirin,
maybe a little physical
therapy... move.
You sit this one out.
[Whispers]
Simmons...
I want his exit.
Loyalty.
That's why Simmons
came after you and Carter.
Loyalty.
That's how we built
this whole damn thing.
I'll be damned if I repay
that loyalty
by breaking it now.
Even if you threaten
to kill me.
You see?
That's why you and I
understand each other.
Now, everything you do
is an abomination.
But your word...
Your word is your bond.
To your godson.
To Carter.
You do what you say.
So do I.
I'm not gonna threaten
to kill you.
I'm going to kill you...
whether you tell me or not.
No bargaining.
In three minutes...
you're dead.
I've killed many people.
Never bothered me much.
That's why I was good at it.
I didn't like them
suffering, though.
Took me years to figure out
how to do it quickly,
painlessly.
But if you don't tell me,
I'm gonna forget all of that.
Understand?
And I'll make the last
three minutes of your life
last forever.
[Gunshots]
Can I please have a gun now?
No, and you're really starting
to irritate me by asking.
As far as Root's request
for a weapon, Ms. Shaw,
the situation is becoming
increasingly dangerous.
- Yeah, no kidding!
- And if she wanted to kill us,
I'm guessing she could have
done so many times already.
Speak for yourself, Harold.
But fine.
Whatever. Take it.
Can I have
a second one, please?
Two guns at once?
That's kinda lame.
You all set?
Let's head up.
Too late.
Where's she going?
[Tires screech]
[Men groaning, screaming]
Okay, that was kinda hot.
I'll watch the front.
You should head up.
We're running out of time.
Time's up.
[Door opens]
(Finch)
Mr. Reese.
You know what Joss sacrificed
to bring this man down
on her terms.
Legal terms.
Everything.
Yes.
So if you're going
to kill Mr. Quinn,
don't imagine that
you're doing it in her name.
That's not what
she would have wanted.
We should have killed him
in the first place.
Why didn't we, Finch?
That's not our purpose.
We save lives.
You save lives.
Not all of them.
You're dying, John.
Let us help you.
No...!
Let's get him outta here.
[Sirens approaching]
I'll stay and make sure
the feds take this piece
of garbage back into custody.
[Sirens wailing
in the distance]
We should be going
after Simmons.
Reese got his location.
Sometimes you have to make
choices, Ms. Shaw.
We've already lost a friend.
I don't intend to lose
another... not tonight.
I can't believe
we're gonna let him get away.
The machine never said
Reese was the only one
planning to kill Simmons.
[Quinn groaning]
Let's get you out of here.
We've been talking
for nearly 20 minutes, Lionel,
but you've said almost nothing.
And I thought we were
really starting to hit it off.
Look, this is a safe place.
I may get paid by the city,
but I serve the police officers
- who come into my office.
- Oh, yeah?
In that case, I'll take
a bourbon on rocks.
Alcohol abuse is common
among officers
after a shooting.
So is sarcasm.
How have you been sleeping
since the incident?
Just fine.
You were forced
to take someone's life.
That's a hard pill to swallow,
even when the shooting
was justified.
Fine.
I encountered the suspect...
It's better
if you use his name.
Okay.
I encountered Jules.
It was dark, he saw me,
went for his piece.
I got to mine first.
The end.
Well, that must have
been terrifying.
You could have been killed.
Part of the job.
Yeah, well, part of my job,
Lionel, is dealing with cops
who act tough and end up
eating a bullet
because of a cascade
of untreated
posttraumatic symptoms.
Now, you can hide
your real feelings
from everyone else,
but with me,
you need to get real.
All right.
This is a safe place, right?
Doctor-patient, confidential,
all that, right?
Yes, everything you say here
is completely protected.
Use this time
to unburden yourself.
Wasn't a good shooting.
Well, I'm sure you may
feel that way, but...
Ain't got anything
to do with feelings.
You see, Jules shot
an off-duty rookie last year.
24 years old.
Kid had a baby on the way.
But good drug dealers
can afford good lawyers,
so Jules walked.
I had been tracking him
for weeks,
just waiting
to get the guy alone.
And there he was,
walking out of a bodega,
with not a care in the world.
No protection either.
He saw me.
He knew why I was there.
I could see it in his eyes.
So I smiled at him.
[Chuckles]
Just before I put two
in his chest.
You killed a man.
No.
He got the devil's share.
The... what?
That's what you call it
when a guy like Jules gets his.
It's the way the world
evens things out.
Guy got what he deserved,
and you wanna know
how I've been sleeping?
Like a baby.
But thanks for letting me
unburden myself.
[Chuckles]
(Fusco)
Missed your flight.
I told the pilot
you weren't gonna make it.
So what's the plan, Fusco?
Gonna shoot an unarmed man?
[Laughs]
Nah.
I got a better idea.
Been waiting to do this
for a long time.
Aah!
Carter got you good, huh?
- [Crack]
- Aah!
I get it, Fusco.
I always knew
you were a killer.
Get it over with, will ya?
That's just it.
[Panting]
I could've been just like you,
a bottom-feeder
who turns on his own kind.
For what?
Money, power?
I got lucky.
[Panting]
I had a partner.
She was good for me.
For a lot of reasons.
She reminded me that
I could be good again too.
I could be a good father,
a good friend.
A good cop.
I'm not gonna let you
undo all the good she did.
Carter saved my life.
She... she saved me
from myself.
Because she believed in me.
And I'm not gonna
throw all that away
on a piece of crap like you.
Patrick Simmons,
you're under arrest.
- Aah!
- You have the right to remain silent...
[DLID's Colour In Your Hands playing]
♪
♪ There's a color
in your hands ♪
♪ can never return,
never get back, no ♪
♪ there's a moment
in your... ♪
Doctor said
he's gonna pull through.
Lost a lot of blood.
I'm gonna go steal some more
from Manhattan General.
Where's Root?
♪ There's a color
in your hands ♪
♪
♪ Can never erase,
never rub out, no ♪
♪
Think he's finally
warming up to me.
You were free.
Why did you come back?
Like I said...
we have a larger fight
ahead of us.
I think we should be together
when that begins.
Don't you?
♪
Thank you.
♪
♪ There's a moment
in your hands ♪
♪
♪ Never give up,
never get slack, no ♪
It's just me, Officer.
Elias.
What do you want?
Quinn and I are busted.
HR is dead.
Nothing else to do
but rub my face in it.
That's not really my style.
Then why the hell are you here?
Well, there remains a debt.
Civilization rests
on the principle
that we treat our criminals
better than they treated
their victims,
that we not stoop
to their level.
But you and I are outliers.
We're not really a part
of civilization.
We're something... older.
Which means, of course,
that we can do the things
that civilized people can't.
I offered to kill you for
Detective Carter many times,
and she always said no.
She was civilized
to the very end.
I don't think she liked me.
But I liked her very much,
and you killed her.
So now I consider it
my responsibility
to fix the particular problem
that is you, Officer Simmons.
You really think you're
gonna be the one to kill me?
No. No, my friend
is going to kill you.
I'm just gonna watch.
[Grunts]