Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 12 - Aletheia - full transcript
Sameen, Harold, and Arthur make their escape. Root is captured and tortured. The others go to recover Arthur's back up hard drives but are caught in the crossfire when Vigilance arrives to claim them for themselves to expose Samaritan.
What do you think-- you're
the only one that's hurting?
Finch send you?
He's worried about you.
She has a new number for us.
So you two know each other?
Harold and I go
all the way back to MIT.
He said his tumor was causing
memories to flood out at him.
There was a second machine,
and Arthur built it.
Do you know of anyone
who'd want to hurt your husband?
Vigilance.
I suppose this was inevitable.
Control.
One of you is gonna tell me
what it is I want to know.
How lucky are we, Agent Hersh?
I thought I was getting
Arthur's broken toy, Samaritan,
but you, Harold...
I know who you are,
what you've done for us,
but since you stole my device,
I've been worried
its intel might dry up.
That's why you've done
these terrible things to Arthur,
obliterated his wife's identity,
stolen her life...
all for a contingency,
a plan B?
But now you're here.
A plan B
might not be necessary.
You can tell me
where you hid my program.
I don't know.
It moved itself.
It doesn't answer to me
anymore.
The first one to talk
gets to live.
I bet your friend will give me
Samaritan eventually.
Congress shut down Samaritan
in 2005,
destroyed the code--
it doesn't exist.
Of course it exists.
Please, I don't understand.
You told me
you took precautions.
Two drives disappeared
during the Samaritan purge.
Where are they?
I can't access the right file.
Trying.
It's corrupted.
We'll need
some enhanced methods.
Agent Hersh,
do you have some ideas?
Mm-hmm.
Agent Shaw...
it has been a thrill
watching you work.
Two to the head, please.
And be careful
of the blood spray.
Arthur!
Sorry about the blood spray.
I told you, Harold-- We were
supposed to work together.
Scold him later, Root.
Cut me loose.
Come on.
Let's move. Make a left
at the end of the hallway
to the service elevator.
This way, go.
Elevator code's 5228#.
Go!
Nice to see you again.
You're behind the wheel.
In the front.
Stealing a car,
almost dying--
it reminds me of the old days
at MIT, Harold.
We got to move.
Engines are go.
You're right, Arthur,
just like college.
Where are you off to?
I need your help
with the tractor today.
Got to plow the fields, then
you can go see your friends.
Dad, we can't,
not today.
Where are you taking
those bags?
I packed them for you.
You're moving.
You remember The Pines?
The staff there--
they can take care of you
better than I can.
Y-yeah, of course.
Of course.
It'll just be
for a little while,
till I'm done.
I'm making something
that'll help you.
You're still working
on that memory thing.
Not just memory.
It's more of a friend.
Maybe one day,
this guy will watch over you,
learn from you...
protect you.
Well, if anyone can do it,
it's you.
The world spins on dreamers
like you, Harold.
Yeah, I should change,
shouldn't I?
You know, I'm gonna tell
everybody at The Pines
my son is changing the world.
Why does Control want the drives
to a broken program?
The program's only broken
until somebody smart fixes it.
We should hurry.
For all we know,
Arthur gave Vigilance
the location of the drives
during interrogation,
and Control will find us
soon, somehow.
- Arthur, come on.
- Yeah.
Are you sure that you did
everything correctly?
Excuse me?
'Cause if the alarm
was not disabled,
then Nathan is gonna get,
um, expelled.
Nathan?
His mind has slipped back
to 1981, to MIT.
Our friend convinced us
to do a hack,
a prank
at the Harvard/Yale game.
Everything
will be fine, Arthur.
It was sort of an anti-nuclear
proliferation statement.
And to impress certain ladies.
A rebel and a skirt chaser.
No, no, no, no, no,
Harold doesn't need to chase.
He's got a certain
gravitational pull
with the female population.
You know, I think that Nathan
should be here by now.
- Arthur.
- Yeah?
Nathan isn't coming.
You've drifted away.
Nathan--
he's dead, isn't he?
Arthur, what Control said--
now, I need you to think
very hard--
was it true?
Did you make a backup?
Save it, Harold.
He's closed for business.
Of course I made a backup.
It's just that that woman
seemed quite dangerous,
so I played the tumor card.
It was a ruse,
remembering to forget.
You're growing on me, Arthur.
Who are you?
Never mind.
Arthur, we need that backup,
even if it's broken.
Samaritan is our best chance
to ensure your safety.
Can you remember where it is?
Yeah.
It's with--
it's with a, uh,
dear friend of ours.
Arthur's back with us,
but I'm worried
about Ms. Groves.
We should have heard from her.
Hello, there.
How are you, Miss May?
Call me Root.
Of course.
And you can call me Control.
I believe our interests
are aligned.
The government
can help you escape.
Our department can protect you
from Harold
and his friend in the suit.
You have been running missions
for them, correct?
I'm more of
an independent contractor.
Is that why they committed you
to an asylum--
to keep you contained?
Seems everybody wants
to lock me up.
What I saw in the hotel
confirms something
that I have long suspected.
You have administrative access.
You have found a way
inside the machine.
I want you to give me
that access,
for the sake of your country,
and perhaps for other payment.
It'd be like giving
a five-year-old keys to a jet--
irresponsible and stupid.
Well, that's a shame.
I was really hoping to do this
the easy way.
However...
there are other options.
Hey, rise and shine,
wonder boy.
Truce, right?
'Cause round two won't go
so good for you.
I'm not gonna fight you.
That was very stupid
of you, Lionel.
You should know better
than to hit me.
- You're lucky to be alive.
- I won my points, Holyfield.
Are you getting us out of here?
You know,
throw your weight around?
The yokel sheriff
of East Bumblesquat
can't read an NYPD badge.
Better get comfortable.
This is the place.
Our friend has
a safe deposit box.
The drives are in it.
Safe deposit box won't do us
much good without the key.
Claypool's been rocking
footed pajamas for months.
I doubt he still has it.
I'm afraid we've lost him
to his medical alert button.
I was wondering why
that thing didn't work.
- Hello?
- Hello.
Can I help you with anything?
Yeah, do you have
any Twizzlers?
We're here for a safe deposit
box in the name of--
Smoot.
Rudiger Smoot, box 433.
Of course, Mr. Smoot.
This way, gentlemen.
Just breathe.
This is fun.
In the 1960s,
the government experimented
with various substances
to enhance interrogations.
A barbiturate in one arm
to knock you out,
an amphetamine in the other--
a roller coaster of sorts.
You can only take
so many rounds of it
before your heart explodes.
Shall we begin?
Where is it?
It is...
beyond your reach.
You think you're in charge?
It's adorable
just how wrong you are.
Your safe deposit box
is just over here, Mr. Smoot.
Who the hell is Rudiger Smoot?
It was a dare.
Arthur said I couldn't create
a false identity
sound enough
to open a bank account.
The added challenge
was the obviously fake name--
Rudiger Smoot.
Rudiger?
Nickname "Rudy"...
the one Claypool
was dishing about to Vigilance
while he was jacked up
on sodium pentothal.
If he told Vigilance
the location, we'll soon have
some rather aggressive
privacy activists on our hands.
Sooner than soon.
We got company.
They're using tricked-out lasers
to fry the security cams.
It's Vigilance.
I'll slow 'em down.
Here we are.
I'll need your key, Mr. Smoot.
No one gets hurt!
Everybody down on the ground
right now!
You heard him!
Down, now!
I'm not gonna tell you again!
I've always said banks
were meant to be robbed.
To the left!
Move it!
You heard him!
Move! Move!
All the way back!
Keep moving!
The cavalry has arrived.
Anthony,
2 left, 2 right--
It's Hersh.
Get out of there now.
Drop your weapons and come out
of the bank with your hands up.
I'll organize
the defensive line.
Good.
I'll go to the vault.
Finch, get out now.
Too late.
Good luck, Miss Shaw.
You're on your own.
They got to let us
out of here soon.
They're just keeping us in here
for a laugh at this point.
Nothing wrong with jail.
Some of the best vacations
I've ever had were behind bars.
You're a peach, you know that?
How about we just figure a way
to get out of here and go home?
Home?
What home, Lionel?
You know, I mean,
you've never actually
invited me over,
but home--
meaning our friends
and that thing we were doing.
What is it we were doing again?
Helping people,
keeping 'em safe so they could
get home to their loved ones.
No offense, Lionel.
I know the whole "being
a good guy" thing is new to you,
but you're not fooling anyone,
and neither will we.
We weren't helping people.
We were delaying
the inevitable.
No one ever said
we were gonna win,
- but it doesn't mean you stop fighting.
- No.
I've learned my lesson.
It's entropy, Lionel, decay.
We save someone,
they'll still lose,
just tomorrow, not today.
And I know that now,
same as I know
you'll probably go back
to be a corrupt piece
of garbage.
Water finds its level.
You know what?
She was the best of us--
better than me and
a damn sight better than you.
And she got killed.
But where I come from,
that doesn't mean
you just give up.
Hey, Skip!
We're done here.
You're free to go.
Do whatever you want.
I'll tell Finch I tried.
Tell Finch...
thanks for the job.
I haven't heard from Glasses
since last night.
That's not like him.
He probably needs our help,
but there's no point, right?
We'd just be delaying
the inevitable.
Elevate her leg.
Continue applying pressure.
You've done all you can.
Keep this.
We won't be far.
Arthur, follow me.
Ms. Shaw,
what's your situation?
Rock and a hard place.
I'd take out Vigilance,
but they're the only ones
keeping Hersh out.
I can probably handle
an ISA tac team by myself,
but no guarantees.
We need an escape route,
but you have to be careful.
I urge you to consider
what Mr. Reese would do.
Brood.
As you've said,
you're a hammer.
Mr. Reese is a scalpel.
This requires
a bit more finesse.
Well, I got finesse coming
out of my ass, Harold.
Stay right there.
I was wondering
when you'd call.
This doesn't have to escalate.
Everyone can walk out alive.
Come on, no need to play games.
We both know
I'm not a bank robber
and you're not
a hostage negotiator.
If you evacuate in the next
60 seconds, we'll let you live.
If not, your organization
ceases to exist.
No records, no funerals.
You have no intention
of letting us leave,
but I'm glad we talked.
My sources tell me
the drives hold intel
about a worldwide
surveillance system,
but judging from your concern,
I'm guessing it's something
even more explosive than that...
something worth dying for.
We will expose the abuses
our government
has perpetrated.
Good-bye, Agent.
The government wanted
an open system.
That the NSA could control...
targeting individuals at whim?
But it's broken.
So there's no reason
to be scared.
No.
Harold...
meet Samaritan.
AI-- You always said
it was impossible,
and you were always right
about everything.
There's something else.
"The world breaks everyone,
and afterward...
Many are strong
at the broken places."
A farewell to arms--
That's my handwriting.
It's dated February 24, 2005.
What does it mean?
I haven't the foggiest,
but look at my penmanship.
It's exquisite.
You have the power
to make this stop.
Help me, please.
I am trying to help you.
I wasn't talking to you.
Tell me, where is the machine?
How do you access it?
All you need to do is give me
your username and password.
All of this could stop.
Did I say something funny?
You're asking
all the wrong questions.
I...
am the interface.
If you want to talk to her...
just give me a phone.
Will this do?
I'm sorry.
I'm-- I'm a bit tied up.
You're not gonna get it
just yet.
How do you use the machine?
I don't.
She uses me.
You view the machine
as your superior?
No...
Much more...
My power, my reason
for existing, my friend.
The machine looks out for me.
I believe you.
I believe you have
a link to the machine,
anthropomorphic
delusions aside.
You say you're an interface?
Your eyes and your ears
are your ports,
input and output?
We can put a stop to that.
There is a bone
in the back of your ear.
It's the stapes...
or stirrup.
It's very small.
It's very important.
Without it...
sound can't travel...
from your ear to your brain.
A stapedectomy...
is usually done
under anesthesia,
but I'm afraid that just
won't be the case today.
No, please.
You say the machine
looks out for you?
Then why are you in this cell?
Why has it let this happen?
This friend
that you love so much...
...it's abandoned you.
"Time flows outward
in all directions."
This island--
February 24, 2005...
The day that Samaritan
was shut down.
No, that was February 25th.
Your note is dated
one day earlier.
One day earlier.
Cafeteria lunch was terrible.
Harold.
I did it.
I solved it
before they shut me down.
Harold, Samaritan is alive.
Come on.
No!
No.
I need more power.
_
If they don't want
to let people inside,
they ought to build it better.
Alive?
It's not alive, Arthur.
The project broke me,
but humans are broken
from the moment of conception.
Mutations, defects--
it's all so wonderful.
The chance of disaster.
We fail, we learn, we fail.
My program was too perfect.
You're talking
about evolutionary algorithms,
genetic programming.
That day, Harold, I broke it.
I forced it
to delete bits of itself--
its code, its blood--
and then reboot.
Rebirth...
Flailing in the dark.
A loop, ten times a second,
and after ten hours,
Harold, 360,000 mutations,
it would live or die trying,
and it lived.
It sparked.
It stirred.
For 30 seconds,
it smiled and then died.
And the next day
the government shut you down.
That's why you saved it.
Protecting my child.
Is this the
man with the glasses?
You know,
since we first crossed paths,
I've tried to find information
about you, but there is none.
I'm quite private.
As am I.
I think we have
a lot in common.
I'd like to work together,
make a deal.
You don't have to die.
Civil liberties
cannot be forged in blood.
Violent revolt
is an American value.
Do you know the man
you're protecting?
We believe he's building
a secret system,
a system the government
plans to put in place
to spy on all of us.
Now, he must be held
accountable.
And the world needs to know
about this program.
Either let us in, or we
will blow the vault wide open.
And clock's ticking.
Ms. Shaw,
we're running out of time.
Vigilance claims
to have explosives.
Yeah, no kidding.
It gave me an idea.
You ever made a pipe bomb?
There's a sewer main
under the bank.
When Vigilance blows the vault,
this will punch through
the supply-closet floor.
Then I grab you,
and we go down to sewer town
before Hersh catches up.
This plan feels
rather reckless.
There's a time for a scalpel
and a time for a hammer.
It's hammer time.
We have your friends
surrounded.
So, if you try anything,
I will have them all killed.
And then I will take
the ear you have left
and then your eyes
and then your tongue.
Do you understand?
You're too late.
The machine's already talking.
You're too old, older than 40.
You can't hear a sound
above 15 kilohertz.
But I can...
with the ear I've got left.
My friend's been beeping
morse code at that frequency
since you brought
your phone in here.
She's been talking to me
the whole time,
telling me about you.
You're scared of me,
even with all
these guards watching.
By the way,
that one has a bum knee.
You're so scared of me
that you hid a knife
in your pocket.
I couldn't reach it
till you got close enough
to cut me.
You still have a scalpel.
I'd call that a fair fight.
Suit up.
As soon as they hit the vault,
we're going in.
Last chance.
I don't know if you'll survive
the explosion.
Give us Claypool
and his drives.
Good day, Mr. Collier.
Arthur.
How could I forget?
How could I?
There are certain unforgettable
things, impossible, unerasable.
Arthur, I need you to consider
what may happen
when that door opens,
how Samaritan could be abused.
End this.
Destroy the drive.
No.
This is life...
or as close as we mortals come
to saying, "Let there be light."
It is extraordinary,
and it is beautiful.
So are mushroom clouds,
in their own way.
155 Manhattan project
scientists
sent a petition
to President Truman
begging him not to use
the bomb,
but they had created a demon
too great to resist.
Harold, this is knowledge.
It's what we fought for.
It'll just all be lost.
No, your knowledge
will not be lost.
Nathan and I used your ideas.
We built it.
I was right.
There was another project.
It was you.
I'm not sure
that we should have built it.
We created it recklessly.
People died.
Your machine--
is it wonderful?
Wonderful...
Yes, and terrible.
We saved good people
and lost good people.
In the end, I'm afraid we've
only given the deck a shuffle.
Everything slides
towards chaos.
Your creation--
it brings us poor souls
a cupful of order.
Your child is a dancing star.
It's not my child.
It's a machine.
A false dichotomy--
it's all electricity.
Does it make you laugh?
Does it make you weep?
Yes.
What's more human?
But these people outside--
if they get your Samaritan,
they will hurt it,
imprison it, enslave it,
and use it to enslave others.
Is that the life that you would
wish for your child?
Good-bye.
I'll remember you.
Harold,
they're detonating it now.
It'll cause a shock wave.
Get away from the door.
Cover your ears and hide.
That was better than skydiving.
Here.
Come on, boys.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Let's keep moving.
Oh.
The drives.
I destroyed them.
They're gone.
Well, we've still got you.
Kill the others.
On your knees.
Now!
We got to go.
Leave him.
We got to go! Go!
I heard you might need a hand.
Mr. Reese, I am
inordinately happy to see you.
Forget the shmoopy time.
We got to move.
Lionel, your face looks good
all covered up like that.
All right, let's go.
Ugh.
Ugh.
Oh, my goodness.
That smells horrendous.
Come on, fellas, into the muck.
We got him.
Where are the drives?
"The tree of liberty must be
refreshed from time to time
with the blood of patriots
and tyrants."
Your guards
were no match for her.
I'm not gonna tell you
anything.
You're not talking to me.
Hi, there.
What do you want me
to tell this bitch?
Why have you done this?
The machine belongs to me.
No.
I don't belong
to anyone anymore.
You, however, are mine.
I protect you.
The only thing you love
lives at 254 Wendell Street,
Cambridge, Massachusetts.
I guard it...
same as I guard you.
Do not question my judgment.
Do not pursue me
or my agents.
Trust in me.
I am always watching.
What do you want?
To save you.
From what?
Save me from what?
Hmm.
Isn't she the best?
Hello, Arthur.
I'm gonna sit with you
for a while,
if that's all right.
I'm glad you built it, Harold.
Somebody would have eventually.
For all our sakes,
I'm glad it was you.
Welcome back, Arthur.
Harold, I'm disappearing.
Every time I come back,
my memories are fewer.
I don't remember
the color of Diane's eyes.
Forgetting is a piercing wound
keen as the first loss.
The memories are there, Arthur.
They're just hidden.
I'm sorry I left
without saying good-bye.
Tell Shaw I was touched
she came to look for me.
Where are you,
Ms. Groves?
I wish you'd listened.
We were supposed to help
Claypool together.
Then the drives would've never
fallen into the wrong hands.
Arthur destroyed the drives.
Are you sure?
The bank manager,
Karen Wallace?
We lost track of her
in the explosion.
No, Harold, they found her body
stuffed in a closet.
She was murdered
just before you arrived.
Who was in the vault
with us, then?
That's my problem now.
Please put Arthur on the phone.
- Arthur.
- Mm?
You have a call.
The machine
has something for you,
to send you on your way.
Where are we going
when you retire?
Who knows?
We may be on Mars by then.
I'd take Hawaii.
You've always been so practical,
tethering me to reality
when I spin away.
You know I love you.
I don't say it often enough,
but I do.
I know.
There are a lot of
things about you I know.
I love you too.
Dad?
Now listen closely.
Men are going to come
and visit you.
They're going to tell you
that I did terrible things,
committed treason.
Don't believe them, all right?
Do I know you, young man?
What's that one called, dad?
_
_
Ms. Groves picked the locks
on the gate
and disabled
the ankle-bracelet sensors.
I suppose the machine told her
where I'd hidden them.
Welcome home.
I'm not staying.
I came back to protect you.
You're someone the world
can't afford to lose.
But I lost a friend
because of your machine.
We trusted blindly,
but I'm not so sure he cares
who matters and who doesn't.
I came back
to say good-bye, Finch.
John, you can't go.
I can't stay here.
I was able to swap out
the drives.
Various interested parties
think they were destroyed.
Excellent work.
Did you examine
the drives' contents
or tell anyone about them?
Absolutely not.
Thank you for your service.
You have earned
my highest esteem.
Hmm.
My Samaritan...
you are destined
for great things.
the only one that's hurting?
Finch send you?
He's worried about you.
She has a new number for us.
So you two know each other?
Harold and I go
all the way back to MIT.
He said his tumor was causing
memories to flood out at him.
There was a second machine,
and Arthur built it.
Do you know of anyone
who'd want to hurt your husband?
Vigilance.
I suppose this was inevitable.
Control.
One of you is gonna tell me
what it is I want to know.
How lucky are we, Agent Hersh?
I thought I was getting
Arthur's broken toy, Samaritan,
but you, Harold...
I know who you are,
what you've done for us,
but since you stole my device,
I've been worried
its intel might dry up.
That's why you've done
these terrible things to Arthur,
obliterated his wife's identity,
stolen her life...
all for a contingency,
a plan B?
But now you're here.
A plan B
might not be necessary.
You can tell me
where you hid my program.
I don't know.
It moved itself.
It doesn't answer to me
anymore.
The first one to talk
gets to live.
I bet your friend will give me
Samaritan eventually.
Congress shut down Samaritan
in 2005,
destroyed the code--
it doesn't exist.
Of course it exists.
Please, I don't understand.
You told me
you took precautions.
Two drives disappeared
during the Samaritan purge.
Where are they?
I can't access the right file.
Trying.
It's corrupted.
We'll need
some enhanced methods.
Agent Hersh,
do you have some ideas?
Mm-hmm.
Agent Shaw...
it has been a thrill
watching you work.
Two to the head, please.
And be careful
of the blood spray.
Arthur!
Sorry about the blood spray.
I told you, Harold-- We were
supposed to work together.
Scold him later, Root.
Cut me loose.
Come on.
Let's move. Make a left
at the end of the hallway
to the service elevator.
This way, go.
Elevator code's 5228#.
Go!
Nice to see you again.
You're behind the wheel.
In the front.
Stealing a car,
almost dying--
it reminds me of the old days
at MIT, Harold.
We got to move.
Engines are go.
You're right, Arthur,
just like college.
Where are you off to?
I need your help
with the tractor today.
Got to plow the fields, then
you can go see your friends.
Dad, we can't,
not today.
Where are you taking
those bags?
I packed them for you.
You're moving.
You remember The Pines?
The staff there--
they can take care of you
better than I can.
Y-yeah, of course.
Of course.
It'll just be
for a little while,
till I'm done.
I'm making something
that'll help you.
You're still working
on that memory thing.
Not just memory.
It's more of a friend.
Maybe one day,
this guy will watch over you,
learn from you...
protect you.
Well, if anyone can do it,
it's you.
The world spins on dreamers
like you, Harold.
Yeah, I should change,
shouldn't I?
You know, I'm gonna tell
everybody at The Pines
my son is changing the world.
Why does Control want the drives
to a broken program?
The program's only broken
until somebody smart fixes it.
We should hurry.
For all we know,
Arthur gave Vigilance
the location of the drives
during interrogation,
and Control will find us
soon, somehow.
- Arthur, come on.
- Yeah.
Are you sure that you did
everything correctly?
Excuse me?
'Cause if the alarm
was not disabled,
then Nathan is gonna get,
um, expelled.
Nathan?
His mind has slipped back
to 1981, to MIT.
Our friend convinced us
to do a hack,
a prank
at the Harvard/Yale game.
Everything
will be fine, Arthur.
It was sort of an anti-nuclear
proliferation statement.
And to impress certain ladies.
A rebel and a skirt chaser.
No, no, no, no, no,
Harold doesn't need to chase.
He's got a certain
gravitational pull
with the female population.
You know, I think that Nathan
should be here by now.
- Arthur.
- Yeah?
Nathan isn't coming.
You've drifted away.
Nathan--
he's dead, isn't he?
Arthur, what Control said--
now, I need you to think
very hard--
was it true?
Did you make a backup?
Save it, Harold.
He's closed for business.
Of course I made a backup.
It's just that that woman
seemed quite dangerous,
so I played the tumor card.
It was a ruse,
remembering to forget.
You're growing on me, Arthur.
Who are you?
Never mind.
Arthur, we need that backup,
even if it's broken.
Samaritan is our best chance
to ensure your safety.
Can you remember where it is?
Yeah.
It's with--
it's with a, uh,
dear friend of ours.
Arthur's back with us,
but I'm worried
about Ms. Groves.
We should have heard from her.
Hello, there.
How are you, Miss May?
Call me Root.
Of course.
And you can call me Control.
I believe our interests
are aligned.
The government
can help you escape.
Our department can protect you
from Harold
and his friend in the suit.
You have been running missions
for them, correct?
I'm more of
an independent contractor.
Is that why they committed you
to an asylum--
to keep you contained?
Seems everybody wants
to lock me up.
What I saw in the hotel
confirms something
that I have long suspected.
You have administrative access.
You have found a way
inside the machine.
I want you to give me
that access,
for the sake of your country,
and perhaps for other payment.
It'd be like giving
a five-year-old keys to a jet--
irresponsible and stupid.
Well, that's a shame.
I was really hoping to do this
the easy way.
However...
there are other options.
Hey, rise and shine,
wonder boy.
Truce, right?
'Cause round two won't go
so good for you.
I'm not gonna fight you.
That was very stupid
of you, Lionel.
You should know better
than to hit me.
- You're lucky to be alive.
- I won my points, Holyfield.
Are you getting us out of here?
You know,
throw your weight around?
The yokel sheriff
of East Bumblesquat
can't read an NYPD badge.
Better get comfortable.
This is the place.
Our friend has
a safe deposit box.
The drives are in it.
Safe deposit box won't do us
much good without the key.
Claypool's been rocking
footed pajamas for months.
I doubt he still has it.
I'm afraid we've lost him
to his medical alert button.
I was wondering why
that thing didn't work.
- Hello?
- Hello.
Can I help you with anything?
Yeah, do you have
any Twizzlers?
We're here for a safe deposit
box in the name of--
Smoot.
Rudiger Smoot, box 433.
Of course, Mr. Smoot.
This way, gentlemen.
Just breathe.
This is fun.
In the 1960s,
the government experimented
with various substances
to enhance interrogations.
A barbiturate in one arm
to knock you out,
an amphetamine in the other--
a roller coaster of sorts.
You can only take
so many rounds of it
before your heart explodes.
Shall we begin?
Where is it?
It is...
beyond your reach.
You think you're in charge?
It's adorable
just how wrong you are.
Your safe deposit box
is just over here, Mr. Smoot.
Who the hell is Rudiger Smoot?
It was a dare.
Arthur said I couldn't create
a false identity
sound enough
to open a bank account.
The added challenge
was the obviously fake name--
Rudiger Smoot.
Rudiger?
Nickname "Rudy"...
the one Claypool
was dishing about to Vigilance
while he was jacked up
on sodium pentothal.
If he told Vigilance
the location, we'll soon have
some rather aggressive
privacy activists on our hands.
Sooner than soon.
We got company.
They're using tricked-out lasers
to fry the security cams.
It's Vigilance.
I'll slow 'em down.
Here we are.
I'll need your key, Mr. Smoot.
No one gets hurt!
Everybody down on the ground
right now!
You heard him!
Down, now!
I'm not gonna tell you again!
I've always said banks
were meant to be robbed.
To the left!
Move it!
You heard him!
Move! Move!
All the way back!
Keep moving!
The cavalry has arrived.
Anthony,
2 left, 2 right--
It's Hersh.
Get out of there now.
Drop your weapons and come out
of the bank with your hands up.
I'll organize
the defensive line.
Good.
I'll go to the vault.
Finch, get out now.
Too late.
Good luck, Miss Shaw.
You're on your own.
They got to let us
out of here soon.
They're just keeping us in here
for a laugh at this point.
Nothing wrong with jail.
Some of the best vacations
I've ever had were behind bars.
You're a peach, you know that?
How about we just figure a way
to get out of here and go home?
Home?
What home, Lionel?
You know, I mean,
you've never actually
invited me over,
but home--
meaning our friends
and that thing we were doing.
What is it we were doing again?
Helping people,
keeping 'em safe so they could
get home to their loved ones.
No offense, Lionel.
I know the whole "being
a good guy" thing is new to you,
but you're not fooling anyone,
and neither will we.
We weren't helping people.
We were delaying
the inevitable.
No one ever said
we were gonna win,
- but it doesn't mean you stop fighting.
- No.
I've learned my lesson.
It's entropy, Lionel, decay.
We save someone,
they'll still lose,
just tomorrow, not today.
And I know that now,
same as I know
you'll probably go back
to be a corrupt piece
of garbage.
Water finds its level.
You know what?
She was the best of us--
better than me and
a damn sight better than you.
And she got killed.
But where I come from,
that doesn't mean
you just give up.
Hey, Skip!
We're done here.
You're free to go.
Do whatever you want.
I'll tell Finch I tried.
Tell Finch...
thanks for the job.
I haven't heard from Glasses
since last night.
That's not like him.
He probably needs our help,
but there's no point, right?
We'd just be delaying
the inevitable.
Elevate her leg.
Continue applying pressure.
You've done all you can.
Keep this.
We won't be far.
Arthur, follow me.
Ms. Shaw,
what's your situation?
Rock and a hard place.
I'd take out Vigilance,
but they're the only ones
keeping Hersh out.
I can probably handle
an ISA tac team by myself,
but no guarantees.
We need an escape route,
but you have to be careful.
I urge you to consider
what Mr. Reese would do.
Brood.
As you've said,
you're a hammer.
Mr. Reese is a scalpel.
This requires
a bit more finesse.
Well, I got finesse coming
out of my ass, Harold.
Stay right there.
I was wondering
when you'd call.
This doesn't have to escalate.
Everyone can walk out alive.
Come on, no need to play games.
We both know
I'm not a bank robber
and you're not
a hostage negotiator.
If you evacuate in the next
60 seconds, we'll let you live.
If not, your organization
ceases to exist.
No records, no funerals.
You have no intention
of letting us leave,
but I'm glad we talked.
My sources tell me
the drives hold intel
about a worldwide
surveillance system,
but judging from your concern,
I'm guessing it's something
even more explosive than that...
something worth dying for.
We will expose the abuses
our government
has perpetrated.
Good-bye, Agent.
The government wanted
an open system.
That the NSA could control...
targeting individuals at whim?
But it's broken.
So there's no reason
to be scared.
No.
Harold...
meet Samaritan.
AI-- You always said
it was impossible,
and you were always right
about everything.
There's something else.
"The world breaks everyone,
and afterward...
Many are strong
at the broken places."
A farewell to arms--
That's my handwriting.
It's dated February 24, 2005.
What does it mean?
I haven't the foggiest,
but look at my penmanship.
It's exquisite.
You have the power
to make this stop.
Help me, please.
I am trying to help you.
I wasn't talking to you.
Tell me, where is the machine?
How do you access it?
All you need to do is give me
your username and password.
All of this could stop.
Did I say something funny?
You're asking
all the wrong questions.
I...
am the interface.
If you want to talk to her...
just give me a phone.
Will this do?
I'm sorry.
I'm-- I'm a bit tied up.
You're not gonna get it
just yet.
How do you use the machine?
I don't.
She uses me.
You view the machine
as your superior?
No...
Much more...
My power, my reason
for existing, my friend.
The machine looks out for me.
I believe you.
I believe you have
a link to the machine,
anthropomorphic
delusions aside.
You say you're an interface?
Your eyes and your ears
are your ports,
input and output?
We can put a stop to that.
There is a bone
in the back of your ear.
It's the stapes...
or stirrup.
It's very small.
It's very important.
Without it...
sound can't travel...
from your ear to your brain.
A stapedectomy...
is usually done
under anesthesia,
but I'm afraid that just
won't be the case today.
No, please.
You say the machine
looks out for you?
Then why are you in this cell?
Why has it let this happen?
This friend
that you love so much...
...it's abandoned you.
"Time flows outward
in all directions."
This island--
February 24, 2005...
The day that Samaritan
was shut down.
No, that was February 25th.
Your note is dated
one day earlier.
One day earlier.
Cafeteria lunch was terrible.
Harold.
I did it.
I solved it
before they shut me down.
Harold, Samaritan is alive.
Come on.
No!
No.
I need more power.
_
If they don't want
to let people inside,
they ought to build it better.
Alive?
It's not alive, Arthur.
The project broke me,
but humans are broken
from the moment of conception.
Mutations, defects--
it's all so wonderful.
The chance of disaster.
We fail, we learn, we fail.
My program was too perfect.
You're talking
about evolutionary algorithms,
genetic programming.
That day, Harold, I broke it.
I forced it
to delete bits of itself--
its code, its blood--
and then reboot.
Rebirth...
Flailing in the dark.
A loop, ten times a second,
and after ten hours,
Harold, 360,000 mutations,
it would live or die trying,
and it lived.
It sparked.
It stirred.
For 30 seconds,
it smiled and then died.
And the next day
the government shut you down.
That's why you saved it.
Protecting my child.
Is this the
man with the glasses?
You know,
since we first crossed paths,
I've tried to find information
about you, but there is none.
I'm quite private.
As am I.
I think we have
a lot in common.
I'd like to work together,
make a deal.
You don't have to die.
Civil liberties
cannot be forged in blood.
Violent revolt
is an American value.
Do you know the man
you're protecting?
We believe he's building
a secret system,
a system the government
plans to put in place
to spy on all of us.
Now, he must be held
accountable.
And the world needs to know
about this program.
Either let us in, or we
will blow the vault wide open.
And clock's ticking.
Ms. Shaw,
we're running out of time.
Vigilance claims
to have explosives.
Yeah, no kidding.
It gave me an idea.
You ever made a pipe bomb?
There's a sewer main
under the bank.
When Vigilance blows the vault,
this will punch through
the supply-closet floor.
Then I grab you,
and we go down to sewer town
before Hersh catches up.
This plan feels
rather reckless.
There's a time for a scalpel
and a time for a hammer.
It's hammer time.
We have your friends
surrounded.
So, if you try anything,
I will have them all killed.
And then I will take
the ear you have left
and then your eyes
and then your tongue.
Do you understand?
You're too late.
The machine's already talking.
You're too old, older than 40.
You can't hear a sound
above 15 kilohertz.
But I can...
with the ear I've got left.
My friend's been beeping
morse code at that frequency
since you brought
your phone in here.
She's been talking to me
the whole time,
telling me about you.
You're scared of me,
even with all
these guards watching.
By the way,
that one has a bum knee.
You're so scared of me
that you hid a knife
in your pocket.
I couldn't reach it
till you got close enough
to cut me.
You still have a scalpel.
I'd call that a fair fight.
Suit up.
As soon as they hit the vault,
we're going in.
Last chance.
I don't know if you'll survive
the explosion.
Give us Claypool
and his drives.
Good day, Mr. Collier.
Arthur.
How could I forget?
How could I?
There are certain unforgettable
things, impossible, unerasable.
Arthur, I need you to consider
what may happen
when that door opens,
how Samaritan could be abused.
End this.
Destroy the drive.
No.
This is life...
or as close as we mortals come
to saying, "Let there be light."
It is extraordinary,
and it is beautiful.
So are mushroom clouds,
in their own way.
155 Manhattan project
scientists
sent a petition
to President Truman
begging him not to use
the bomb,
but they had created a demon
too great to resist.
Harold, this is knowledge.
It's what we fought for.
It'll just all be lost.
No, your knowledge
will not be lost.
Nathan and I used your ideas.
We built it.
I was right.
There was another project.
It was you.
I'm not sure
that we should have built it.
We created it recklessly.
People died.
Your machine--
is it wonderful?
Wonderful...
Yes, and terrible.
We saved good people
and lost good people.
In the end, I'm afraid we've
only given the deck a shuffle.
Everything slides
towards chaos.
Your creation--
it brings us poor souls
a cupful of order.
Your child is a dancing star.
It's not my child.
It's a machine.
A false dichotomy--
it's all electricity.
Does it make you laugh?
Does it make you weep?
Yes.
What's more human?
But these people outside--
if they get your Samaritan,
they will hurt it,
imprison it, enslave it,
and use it to enslave others.
Is that the life that you would
wish for your child?
Good-bye.
I'll remember you.
Harold,
they're detonating it now.
It'll cause a shock wave.
Get away from the door.
Cover your ears and hide.
That was better than skydiving.
Here.
Come on, boys.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Let's keep moving.
Oh.
The drives.
I destroyed them.
They're gone.
Well, we've still got you.
Kill the others.
On your knees.
Now!
We got to go.
Leave him.
We got to go! Go!
I heard you might need a hand.
Mr. Reese, I am
inordinately happy to see you.
Forget the shmoopy time.
We got to move.
Lionel, your face looks good
all covered up like that.
All right, let's go.
Ugh.
Ugh.
Oh, my goodness.
That smells horrendous.
Come on, fellas, into the muck.
We got him.
Where are the drives?
"The tree of liberty must be
refreshed from time to time
with the blood of patriots
and tyrants."
Your guards
were no match for her.
I'm not gonna tell you
anything.
You're not talking to me.
Hi, there.
What do you want me
to tell this bitch?
Why have you done this?
The machine belongs to me.
No.
I don't belong
to anyone anymore.
You, however, are mine.
I protect you.
The only thing you love
lives at 254 Wendell Street,
Cambridge, Massachusetts.
I guard it...
same as I guard you.
Do not question my judgment.
Do not pursue me
or my agents.
Trust in me.
I am always watching.
What do you want?
To save you.
From what?
Save me from what?
Hmm.
Isn't she the best?
Hello, Arthur.
I'm gonna sit with you
for a while,
if that's all right.
I'm glad you built it, Harold.
Somebody would have eventually.
For all our sakes,
I'm glad it was you.
Welcome back, Arthur.
Harold, I'm disappearing.
Every time I come back,
my memories are fewer.
I don't remember
the color of Diane's eyes.
Forgetting is a piercing wound
keen as the first loss.
The memories are there, Arthur.
They're just hidden.
I'm sorry I left
without saying good-bye.
Tell Shaw I was touched
she came to look for me.
Where are you,
Ms. Groves?
I wish you'd listened.
We were supposed to help
Claypool together.
Then the drives would've never
fallen into the wrong hands.
Arthur destroyed the drives.
Are you sure?
The bank manager,
Karen Wallace?
We lost track of her
in the explosion.
No, Harold, they found her body
stuffed in a closet.
She was murdered
just before you arrived.
Who was in the vault
with us, then?
That's my problem now.
Please put Arthur on the phone.
- Arthur.
- Mm?
You have a call.
The machine
has something for you,
to send you on your way.
Where are we going
when you retire?
Who knows?
We may be on Mars by then.
I'd take Hawaii.
You've always been so practical,
tethering me to reality
when I spin away.
You know I love you.
I don't say it often enough,
but I do.
I know.
There are a lot of
things about you I know.
I love you too.
Dad?
Now listen closely.
Men are going to come
and visit you.
They're going to tell you
that I did terrible things,
committed treason.
Don't believe them, all right?
Do I know you, young man?
What's that one called, dad?
_
_
Ms. Groves picked the locks
on the gate
and disabled
the ankle-bracelet sensors.
I suppose the machine told her
where I'd hidden them.
Welcome home.
I'm not staying.
I came back to protect you.
You're someone the world
can't afford to lose.
But I lost a friend
because of your machine.
We trusted blindly,
but I'm not so sure he cares
who matters and who doesn't.
I came back
to say good-bye, Finch.
John, you can't go.
I can't stay here.
I was able to swap out
the drives.
Various interested parties
think they were destroyed.
Excellent work.
Did you examine
the drives' contents
or tell anyone about them?
Absolutely not.
Thank you for your service.
You have earned
my highest esteem.
Hmm.
My Samaritan...
you are destined
for great things.