Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 18 - Allegiance - full transcript

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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.

Bear!

No, no, no, no.

He found the treats.

Come on. Go!

He's
a military working dog, Finch.

Search and rescue,

trained to track people,
uncover explosives.

I suppose Moliere
is no challenge at all.

Maybe I should have Bear
track down Ms. Shaw.

I thought you put her
on the new number.

I did, but communication
is not her strong suit.

Tally-ho, Finch.

Our engineer's in sight.



These turbine blades
are missing a customs clearance.

As soon as they get to Kenya,

the locals will demand
a bribe to clear them.

But, since we're out of time,

call Benny at
the Mombasa customs house.

Tell him there's a
bottle of Kentucky bourbon

with his name on it.

Our girl's got more foreign contacts
than Reese and I combined.

Indeed. Maria Martinez
is quite the world traveler.

Masters in engineering
from Stanford.

She works for Hydral Corp,
a private energy company.

She's currently working
on reconstruction projects

in third-world countries.

She digs wells?

Builds multimillion-dollar
generators is more like it.

Her last project
was replacing the generators

inside a hydroelectric dam
in Iraq.

Maria!

Great work here,
adding the GPS trackers.

Considering everything
we went through

to get those generators into
the country and assemble them.

Can't afford to lose anything,
like we did in Iraq.

We have to make sure our supply chain
and sources are beyond reproach.

That's Ken Davis, Maria's boss.

He runs Hydral Corp.

Excuse me, I have to take this.

Hello?

Hello.

Hello.

The package is ready.

But we can't talk on the phone.

Meet at the usual place
in an hour.

Yeah.

Didn't see that comin'.

Maria just took a five-finger
discount on a GPS tracker.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

Everything all right?

Just a meeting with a supplier
I forgot about.

- Mm, okay.
- Thank you.

And she lied to her boss.

Plus this delivery
of a mysterious package?

Sounds like
pre-operational tactics.

Tactics? Of what?

A terrorist cell.

If Maria were a relevant number,

she would fall under
the government's purview.

Maybe the machine got
its wires crossed.

Ever since it's had that
cochlear cuckoo on speed dial--

I fail to see how its
relationship with Ms. Groves

has anything to do with this.

Do you really think that
our number could be a terrorist?

I believe Shaw's gonna need
our backup.

Hello, Harold.

You wanted to talk
to me? Or her?

How did you--
Never mind.

I was curious--

I don't know anything about
your little number, Harold.

I'm pursing
a much larger objective.

The chip that Decima stole.

Has the machine directed
you to--

That chip has already been
back-engineered

and thousands of copies
are being generated

as we speak.

Enough to run Samaritan
at full power.

The machine has alerted me

that our elusive adversary
is back in town.

Eliminating him might be
our last chance

at stopping Samaritan.

I'll be in touch the next time
my ear starts burning.

Do you have my position?

Good.

I've made a new friend,

but I'm not feeling
particularly sociable.

Have our asset
at Parkhurst Security go blind.

Direction?

Got it.

A little volume, please.

There you are.

Going dark.

Rendezvous in two minutes.

What the hell, lady?

Sorry.

Thought you were my uncle.

Beirut.

- Baghdad.
- Baghdad for masguf.

Saddam knew his fish.

I'll give you that.

But shawarma?

Beirut, hands down.

He can't go back.

I'm doing everything I can.

They won't release him.

We must do something now.

I traced
Maria's earlier phone call.

Jamal Risha is an Iraqi
who immigrated to the US

two years ago.

This man, he won't see me.

He won't even talk to me.

He's the only thing
blocking Omar.

We can't just leave
my brother behind.

Finch, you hear that?

According to the Immigration and
Customs Enforcement database,

Omar Risha was detained by the
Department Of Homeland Security

after landing at JFK a week ago.

Where are they holding him now?

A high-security detention center
in Manhattan

under special
administrative measures.

Those are reserved
for terrorism suspects.

We have a small window of
opportunity to make an impact.

This should open their eyes.

Big bombs keep coming
in little packages.

Like the shoe bomber.

Good luck.

Thank you, Jamal.

I'll keep eyes on Jamal.

See if he has
any other contacts.

I'll stick close
to our friend Maria.

Figure out what the hell
she's gotten herself into.

Thanks for the sandwich.

But why do you gotta
drag me all the way up here,

just to watch your girl snap
a few memories?

When's the last time you saw
a New Yorker from The Village

take tourist photos at the UN?

Mm.

That's a good point.

If you're so smart,
what do you need me for?

You can't park here!

Security precaution.

Yeah, I got one of those.

Way to make yourself
useful, Lionel.

You know, I don't understand all
the hoopla with the UN anyway.

Bunch of silver-spoon
bureaucrats, if you ask me.

And don't even get me started

with the extraterritorial
privileges either.

Oh, I should've just stolen
a badge.

How many countries you think
there are in the UN?

- Like 50-something?
- 193.

You know, you really
should get out more.

Learn something
about other cultures.

What are you talking about?

I just ate a falafel.

Yeah, and you got some
on your tie.

That's the second tie
this week.

Maria's taking photos of the
interior of the UN compound.

Surveillance is the last
planning stage before an attack.

Wait.

She's not shooting
the compound.

She's taking pictures
of this guy.

Photo's on its way, Finch.

I don't know who the suit is.

The man in the photo
is Rene Lapointe,

a French diplomat and current
United Nations High Commissioner

for refugees.

He's responsible for approving
the asylum request

of Jamal's brother Omar.

He just triggered
our Jihad Jane to go live.

Maria just stopped his car.

She's putting something--

Miss Shaw, what is it?

Oh, that was smooth.

I couldn't have done
that better myself.

She just placed the GPS tracker
onto Lapointe's limo.

She's tracking him.

Taxi!

And, more importantly...

I think we just identified
her target.

All these fat-cat diplomats
travel all over the world,

eatin' on someone else's dime

while they talk
about feeding the poor.

Maybe you ought to consider
applying for a passport.

I have a passport.

My ex and I went to Saint Thomas
for our honeymoon.

You mean the US Virgin Islands?

Okay, there's our girl.

Your engineer pulls
one hell of a changing act.

Yeah, dressed to kill.

She's still got that package
in her shoulder bag.

Go ahead, I'll watch the front.

We might have a problem, Finch.

Maria's closing
in on her target.

You want proof?
There's proof.

Is everything all right,
Ms. Shaw?

False alarm.

Unless we're worried
about paper cuts.

Sorry, do I know you?

Omar Risha is not a terrorist.

He worked for US forces in Iraq

and for my company
as a translator.

There's a recommendation in here
from my boss Ken Davis.

What more proof do you want?

Let me guess.

- You must be Maria?
- In person.

Maria, the US Department
Of Homeland Security

has asked me to weigh
all the evidence

before classifying refugees.

What evidence do you have
to the contrary?

That is confidential.

But, let me assure you,

Omar Risha will have
a fair hearing.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Look, I get it.

Just tell me...

what's the going rate?

Are you insane?

I am not leaving
until I get an answer.

- Security!
- Excuse me, ma'am.

Please come with us.

Sorry, gentlemen.

She's with me.

It's okay, I know her.

Allow me to take care of this.

Finch?

Maria was about
to get tossed out

when this guy stepped in.

You work with Ken Davis.

He's a friend.

I'm sorry about all this.

I don't wanna burden you
with my problems.

What's this all about?

My former interpreter from Iraq

is being held
on suspicion of terrorism

and might be deported.

I know it's a false allegation.

But that jerk won't believe me.

Monsieur Lapointe
may be lazy, even corrupt,

but you don't get
all that power

by being a nice guy.

There are ways
around men like him.

I don't know what else to do.

Perhaps I can help.

Without companies
like Hydral Corp

that build infrastructure,

the United Nations would never
accomplish anything.

Unfortunately, some
of the old guard prefer

to bite the hand that feeds.

Let me make a few calls.

If you need anything else...

Thank you.

Looks like Maria just
found herself a white knight.

Christos Sevon.

A career diplomat from Greece
currently serving

on the UN
Sustainable Energy program.

He raises funds to support
reconstruction projects

like the one Maria worked on
in Iraq.

Well, he's offered to help
get Omar into the country.

Let's hope that he doesn't live
to regret that decision.

We need to get a look
at that evidence against Omar.

Sounds like Omar could use
a good lawyer.

Perhaps it's time
Mr. Reese and I

did a little pro bono work.

How can I help you
and your associates,

Mr. Kingfisher?

My firm represents
several refugees

who worked for
the US government in Iraq

now seeking asylum.

There are concerns
about refugees from Iraq

immigrating to the US.

Yes, we're--
we're aware.

One of our clients--
Omar Risha--

is being detained for
alleged links to terrorism.

I know Monsieur Risha's
case well.

In fact, I have to make a
final decision on it this week.

May I?

If I'm to prepare
a legal defense,

I require all of the facts.

You may review it, but here.

Thank you.

I received that letter from
the Iraqi government last week.

The Ministry of the Interior
say they have proof

that Omar is involved
in terrorist activity.

I'm sorry.

Um, the Ministry of the Interior
is hardly reliable.

It's full of
former Shia militia members.

They view Iraqis
that helped American forces

as traitors.

Three years ago, two terrorists

who killed US soldiers in Iraq

were discovered living
in Bowling Green, Kentucky.

They fooled
Immigration officials

by posing
as former interpreters.

Yes, but, surely,
such an isolated case

should not affect the plight
of thousands.

I can't afford
to put my signature

on an application
of a potential terrorist,

however small the probability.

If one more terrorist
slips through,

it will jeopardize
all the other refugees

seeking asylum.

You understand.

Understood.

- Thank you for your time.
- Thank you.

Well, it's difficult
to determine the authenticity

of the letter.

Any new developments
on your end, Ms. Shaw?

She takes the 7 train
to get home.

Does that help?

Jamal, good news.

I found someone in a position
we can leverage.

Call me back, and I'll explain.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- How many extra mags you got?
- Extra mags? You serious?

Finch, we're gonna need
some backup.

Mind?

Personally, I prefer potassium
chloride to chloroform.

Acts quicker and no trace
in postmortem toxicology.

And the other thing
about chloroform, it stinks.

Who the hell was that?

French Algerian.

With a Maserin bolt knife.

I'd say French Foreign Legion.

You've made friends
all over the world, Maria.

Foreign Legion?

Why would they wanna kill me?

I don't know.
I don't speak French.

Finch, what's our ETA
on Captain America?

Mr. Reese should
be with you directly.

Stay close to the wall.

I'm guessing this guy
might have some friends.

Guess that falafel
didn't slow you down.

Is that it?
Any more?

Maria, get down!

Your boy there's got issues.

Hope that guy
has health insurance.

What's up with
the Evel Knievel stunt?

They didn't teach you that
in Marine jump school?

Only if a 5-cent piece of
lead won't get you out the door.

- But thanks for coming.
- You're welcome.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but who the hell are you guys?

We're a lot like you,
Ms. Martinez.

We help people in
less fortunate circumstances.

We only require one thing
in return for our services.

What's that?

The truth.

Why are you trying to get
Omar Risha into the US?

Omar was my interpreter
on my last project.

We were in a convoy
transporting six generators

from Kuwait to Iraq
when we were ambushed.

I jumped into a ditch,
about to be overrun,

when Omar jumped in next to me

and shot two of the terrorists.

The rest fled.

He saved my life.

Sounds like he deserves a medal.

After I left Iraq,

Omar started receiving
death threats.

If he's sent back,
he'll be killed.

What do French legionnaires
have to do with this?

I don't know.

The day before Omar left,
he wanted to talk to me

about some generators
that went missing in Iraq.

He didn't wanna talk
about it on the phone.

The Iraqi Ministry
of the Interior

sent this letter to the UN

stating that Omar has links
to terrorist groups.

This is not true.

Why would someone do this?

Detective Fusco arrested
the injured legionnaire.

Perhaps, when he wakes up,
he can answer that question.

They could be working for
a foreign intelligence service.

They could also be working

for the UN High Commissioner
Lapointe.

His last post

was head of UN peacekeeping
in the Congo.

Among the units
under his control

was a company
of French legionnaires.

Why would Lapointe wanna kill me

for trying to help Omar
get into the US?

We need to talk to Omar.

He could shed some light
on this.

It's impossible.

He's being held incommunicado.

We can't even trust
his government-appointed lawyer

to deliver a message.

Maybe he'll talk
to his new representation.

Like I told my last attorney,
I'm not talking to you.

We're not with
the government, Mr. Risha.

We're friends
of Maria Martinez.

Or maybe you work
with the people

that are setting me up.

Maria told us how
you saved her life in Iraq.

I'm sorry I don't have
more proof,

but we don't have much time.

Last night,
a team of legionnaires

made an attempt on Maria's life.

What?

- Is she okay?
- She's fine.

And she's in a safe place.

But there
was something important

you wanted to tell Maria

during your last conversation?

About the generators.

The ones at the energy project

that she worked on in Iraq?

After Maria left,

the generators
were never installed.

The hydroelectric plant failed.

The entire province went dark.

Hospitals had no electricity.

Patients died
on operating tables.

The local police lost control.

Within a week,
Al-Qaeda moved back in.

What happened to the generators?

That's what I wanted
to tell Maria.

Right before I left,
I translated a contract

for the transportation
of six generators.

A contract signed by whom?

Are you sure
you can protect Maria?

Yes.

Why?

Because it was her boss.

Ken Davis.

Davis?

Why would he ship generators
all the way to Iraq

only to turn around
and ship them somewhere else?

Maybe he got a better offer.

Maria had Davis write

a letter of recommendation
in your behalf.

That must be where he realized
that, if the two of you

were ever reunited,
you would tell her

about his involvement
with the missing generators.

Your asylum request
has been denied.

Your ride home
departs in an hour.

No, this is a mistake.
Please!

They'll kill me if I go back!

Hey!

I just sent you information

on a new lead, Detective.

It appears
that Maria's boss redirected

the missing generators in Iraq
to an unknown destination.

How'd he do that?

I'm not sure,
but Omar knew about it.

Ken Davis arranged
for him to be deported

back to Iraq
where he'll be killed.

Davis doesn't have
that kind of authority.

But he certainly
has the resources

to convince
a corrupt UN diplomat

to do his dirty work.

Yeah, well, I think I'm gonna
have to pay Davis a visit.

Please hurry, Detective.

We haven't much time.

Why would Davis steal
the generators?

We're looking into that now.

I have to get to Omar.

You're not going anywhere

with the legionnaires
still out there.

Guy engineered this place
with an armored door

and electromagnetic locks.
You're safe here.

You don't understand.

They will kill Omar
if he returns to Iraq.

Please.

Are you gonna cry?

- What?
- Hold on a sec.

You and Omar were more than just
business associates,

weren't you?

Every time I ran
into a problem--

this sheikh, that tribe,
this corrupt official--

it was always Omar
who solved it.

By bringing people together.

That's why I fell in love
with him.

He would take me to the desert
at night to drink cinnamon tea

and count the stars.

Have you ever been
to the desert at night?

The only thing I remember
about the desert

is wiping the film

off the top
of a warm glass of camel's milk.

That's where
the bacteria breed.

Good advice.

Omar and I,

we hoped to get married
when he got here.

He deserves asylum.

I have to stop his deportation.

I need to get to him.

Maria, you have to trust us.

Why?

My mother was an academic
back in Iran.

When the Ayatollah
and his fanatics

took over in '79,

someone risked his life
smuggling my mom out of there.

- If it weren't for him--
- You'd have never been born.

Those fanatics

that could've killed my mom
in Iran

are the same fanatics...

that will kill Omar
if he returns to Iraq.

Just different stripes.

But we're not gonna let
that happen.

How are you gonna stop it?

Davis has a UN diplomat
in his pocket

and false accusations
from the Iraqi government.

Did you read this?

"According to a trusted
source beyond reproach,

Omar Risha has ties to--"

Wait.

Davis's recommendation?

"Because
of his impeccable integrity

and trustworthiness,

Omar is a man beyond reproach."

Davis wrote both letters.

Iraqi government letterhead,

but the font and the...

the format are the same.

He forged it.

And the original is
in Lapointe's office.

I have to get it.

- Oh, you can't get in there.
- No, no, I know someone.

- I know a way.
- Maria.

You're not going anywhere.

You have to trust us.

Yes, Maria Martinez is
an employee of mine.

Something happen to her,
Detective?

You're a big energy guy, right?

International businessman?

Friends in high places?

Even the UN?

If you don't mind, I have
a schedule to keep.

Oh, yeah?

You have
another meeting scheduled

with your friend inside the UN?

The one you've been calling
every day?

What is this?

Metadata?

This is a massive violation
of my civil liberties.

Oh, we've already issued
a warrant

for your corrupt
French pal Lapointe

for the attempted murder
of Maria Martinez.

As soon as he flips,

we'll have the forged document
you sent to the UN

naming Omar Risha a terrorist.

This is absurd.

Where's my attorney?

See, Omar found out
about the generators.

So you had him shipped back,
knowing he'd be killed.

Then you tried
to kill Maria too.

Last I checked,

your little NYPD fiefdom

doesn't extend
into the United Nations.

Good luck using your tin badge
to get in there, Detective.

You really think you're
a big shot, huh?

Get a couple bureaucrats
in your pocket,

grease the contracts.

You don't care who dies.

Including your own employees.

Unless the DA's ready to
charge my client, we're leaving.

If you're going to wade
into international waters,

Detective,
I suggest you get a bigger boat.

Any word on Omar?

I could use a drink.

So could I.

My boys keep a single malt
in here somewhere.

Thank God Finch buys top shelf.

Oh, Finch!

_ Damn engineers.

Mr. Reese, they're loading Omar
for deportation.

We have to do something.

I'm going to pursue.

No need, Finch.
I'm on it.

Let's hit it.

Roger that.

Ms. Shaw, good news.

Mr. Reese has rescued Omar.

That's great.

Except we just lost Maria,

and the legionnaires
are still out there

looking for her.

And what's worse,

I think she's headed
to Lapointe's office.

Straight into the lion's den.

Please, I have
an appointment with Mr. Sevon.

He's a Greek diplomat.
I don't have much time.

Sorry, lady.

No badge, no entry.

What's the problem here?

She's my guest.

Yes, sir.

We have to hurry.

Maria, when I said I'd help,
I meant making a few calls--

Lapointe denied Omar's asylum
based on a forged letter

from the Iraqi government.

That letter is in Lapointe's
office, and I need to get to it.

This is absurd.

We can't just break into
the High Commissioner's office.

There are proper channels
we can follow.

Davis conspired with Lapointe
to have Omar killed.

And now they want me dead too.

What? Why would
they do that?

To cover up the theft
of six generators in Iraq.

Look, I will explain
the rest later,

but right now I need
to get that letter.

I'll take you as far
as Lapointe's office.

But then the rest is up to you.

Thank you.

You're not a guard.

And you're not a terrorist.

We know you saved
Maria's life in Iraq.

We're here to return the favor.

That's why you're helping me?

Let's just say
we all know what it's like

to leave someone behind.

I love Maria.

From the first time I met her.

Where is she now?

She's headed to the UN
to get evidence

to bring down Lapointe
and Davis.

But not if they get
to her first.

We'll we've got to get her out
of there before it's too late.

Are you really suggesting we
break into the United Nations?

They have
triple-layered security.

Infrared cameras
with motion detection.

I have an idea.

But it's going to require
a smoke screen

and a big-ass truck.

I'm in position
outside the UN compound.

Gonna need to step on it, Reese.

Ready on this end.

Open wide, sister.

There's a report of smoke
on the fourth floor.

Call 911.

Fire Department's already here.

We need to evacuate
the building.

Stop playing
with the horn, Lionel.

Ever since I was a kid,

I always wanted to drive
one of these things.

Here, you're gonna need this.

Have you told anyone
about Lapointe?

The original of the letter
has to be here somewhere.

We should stop
while we're ahead.

I am not leaving
until I clear Omar's name.

Find anything on Davis, Finch?

Seems he's deleted
all his email correspondence.

Ms. Groves, I'm a bit occupied
at the moment.

Try "Habur Gate," Harold.

"Habur Gate"?

What does that mean?

I don't know.

But you're welcome.

Oh, and, by the way...

I'm borrowing your dog.

Customs clearance.

Six generators.

Requested by...

Oh, no.

Where's the fire, mes amis?

Here.

- I found it.
- Good.

We should go.

- He could be here any minute.
- What the hell?

I should have known it was you

when I received a call
from the guards.

And what are you doing here?

Excusez-moi, Monsieur Lapointe.

I didn't know you spoke French.

That's the first thing
they teach you

in the Foreign Legion.

Consider this payback
for what you did to my friend.

What's so funny?

Second round is always more
accurate than the first.

What second round?

You're not even holding a gun.

I wasn't talking about me.

Excusez-moi!

So much for payback.

Come on, come on.

It's a shame, really.

After all I did to help you.

You're working with Davis?
Why?

You don't understand
how the real world works.

I learned a long time ago,

as a legionnaire
based in Rwanda.

They used us to protect those
who committed genocide.

Realpolitiks.

This is about greed,
not politics.

You have no loyalty.

Look at where your loyalty
has landed you.

You know the worst thing
about dying on a UN property?

Extraterritorial privileges.

Makes it very difficult
for the NYPD to investigate.

Somebody call 911?

Drop the gun.

Or what, Detective?

Or I'm gonna get Realpolitik-y
on your ass.

You and Davis stole
the generators from Iraq.

You have no proof.

"Habur Gate" ring a bell?

Habur Gate. That's
the border crossing

between Iraq and Turkey.

Next time have someone else
sign the customs form.

Go figure.

Turns out immunity
doesn't stop you from bleeding.

That's what I call diplomacy.

Maria.

Oh, my God, I can't
believe you're here!

Gonna need to step it up, boys.

Sounds like the cavalry's
on its way.

- Come on. Let's go.
- We gotta go!

How'd you find this place?

Someone recommended the view.

Hmm.

Hmm.

The office
of the High Commissioner

just sent this over.

Congratulations.

Your asylum's officially
been approved.

And Sevon?

Greece revoked
his diplomatic immunity.

NYPD arrested him
for the murder of Lapointe.

Thank you, Detective,
and your friends.

For everything.

Welcome to New York.

Hey, what's up?

Thought the case was closed.

You did good tonight, Lionel.

Glass of champagne,
best you got.

I thought you didn't drink.

March 20th.

Persian New Year.

I thought you didn't care
about foreign cultures.

That's what's great
about New York.

You don't have to travel
to learn about other cultures.

They all come here.

My father brought my mother here
on their first date.

No kidding.

Nice place.

It's changed names
a couple times,

but the view's still the same.

Get outta here, Fusco.

Happy new year, Sameen.

It may not be the desert stars,

but there's nothing like
the New York City skyline.

And Davis?

According to Detective Fusco,

he's flown the coop.

And with his
international connections...

he could be anywhere.

Maybe one of our allies
will scoop him up.

Speaking of allies...

I do hope that Root isn't
feeding Bear any chocolate.

Sit.
Sit.

I've secured the generators
you were looking for.

They shipped
from Akcaabat Port last week.

What are you trying to power?
New York City?

Sorry to hear
about your friend Sevon.

But just as well.

He worked
for an antiquated institution.

Hard to believe
that Nation States still think

they have any influence,
even in cooperation.

Sevon got sloppy.

I can't afford
such liabilities.

Then lucky for me I'm careful.

Indeed.

Walk.

Go blind.

Which way, Bear?

Attaboy.

Hello, Ms. Groves.

Sit, boy.

I commend
your tracking abilities.

Sense of smell
is often the most neglected

of the five senses.

And one
which machines can't replicate.

At least... not yet.

When I was a boy,
we had a foxhound called--

Churchill.

Shall we cut to the chase?

You have some things
that don't belong to you--

two hard drives,
a superconducting chip,

and six generators.

Which means,

either your planning
to bring Samaritan online...

or you're the world's
most ambitious gamer.

Why waste time arguing
about small battles,

when we could be discussing
the larger war?

Perhaps you and I have more
in common than you think.

I don't think so.

I want the machine to be free.

You wanna control it.

I won't bore you
with academic theories

about competing civilizations.

It's human nature
to want to control the means

to wealth, hmm?

Whether it be salt
or gold or oil.

Or information.

It is the new currency.

And if someone's
gonna control it,

it might as well be you?

Imagine...

what it would be like
to merge, permanently.

I could use someone
with such capabilities.

And why would I do that?

Because I know what you know
to be true, Ms. Groves, hmm?

Everyone thinks you're crazy.

But I don't.

Because we understand
what's coming.

What's about to happen.

Don't we?

And what makes you think
you're in any position

to negotiate?

Touche.

I never feel civilized...

negotiating
from the end of a barrel.

Either end.

Shall we call this one a draw?

Very well.

Perhaps next time we meet

you'll reconsider my offer.