Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 4, Episode 10 - The Cold War - full transcript

FINCH:
We are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

I designed the machine to detect acts
of terror, but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government
considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

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

I'd be happy to restate the order,
if you'd like.



You see, it's vital that
we get it exactly right.

So perhaps we should try again.

Pastrami.

Extra mustard, spicy and yellow.

And enough pepperoncinis
to create digestion issues...

...in even the strongest constitution.

No mayonnaise, please.

If there's even a trace,
it'll render the entire sandwich useless...

...and we'll have to begin this over again,
which I don't think either of us would enjoy.

Wonderful.

Oh, and I'll take a bag of chips.

What's going on?

Just finished entertaining
at a children's party.

Mr. Berenstain was a big hit.



How could you let her do this to me, Finch?

Tranq me like I'm some kind of animal.

It was for your own good, Ms. Shaw.

You are no longer safe from Samaritan's
gaze, and you wouldn't listen to reason.

He's right, Sam. You really wouldn't.

You turned on me, Harold.

Not cool.

A peace offering.

It's the Beatrice Lillie from Park's Deli.

Including the extra ingredients you enjoy.

ROOT:
Here, let me help you.

Two hands are better than one.

So how long do you nerds expect
to keep me locked up?

Until it's safe for you.

And us.

If Samaritan and its human agents
discover you...

...it could lead them
to every single one of us.

Guilt, Harold? Really?

You know...

...normally, that wouldn't work
on me, but, uh...

...I wouldn't want
anything to happen to the dog.

Well, I'm glad we all agree
you're going to stay put.

Especially since we know it would
be impossible to keep you locked up.

Against your will, anyway.

So true.

- What happens when we get a new number?
- Mr. Reese is handling one now.

I'm sure he'll be fine on his own
until we get this matter sorted out.

Finch, looks to me like our new number
is waiting on a lunch date.

FINCH: Likely her husband. He's a hedge
fund manager at a firm downtown.

And Rachel Farrow is a law clerk
at the courthouse.

This is probably about a case
she's been working on.

- Why don't I just break into her office?
- It's located in a federally owned building.

If you were caught, that would certainly
be the end of Detective Riley.

Our girl seems a bit nervous, Finch.

Maybe she's not meeting
her husband after all.

It could be an affair.

Finch. It's Samaritan.

Could you expand on that, detective?

Greer's man Lambert just sat down
at Rachel Farrow's table.

- Excuse me...
- Hello, Rachel.

My name is Jeremy.

RACHEL:
How do you...?

You need to go, Jeremy.
I'm waiting on my husband, please.

Don't worry. I'm not here
to make any kind of romantic overture.

- How's your wrist?
- Why would you ask that?

Still healing from the spiral fracture?

It was a nasty break.

Takes a long time to heal,
especially when it's your writing hand.

You told your friends
you fell down playing tennis.

Just a silly accident.

How clumsy of you.

You couldn't tell them how your husband
twisted it during an argument and broke it.

How-J?

- How do you know this?
- I'm a friend.

And I want to help you.

FINCH:
What's happening, Mr. Reese?

Something's not right.
I don't think Lambert's here to hurt her.

SHAW:
It's Samaritan, Reese.

The words coming out of your mouth,
they don't make sense.

REESE: Samaritan gave Lambert
the information for a reason.

I don't think it's because
it wants her dead.

There were the broken ribs last year,
then the dislocated jaw.

And you're so very much alone
that you became desperate.

You knew that someday,
your husband would kill you.

You see, I have this friend.

A very powerful friend who knows how
to take care of problems like your husband.

Did you know that most insulin pumps
are networked these days?

A wonderful technological advancement...

...that assures that diabetics are alerted when
their blood sugar is too low. Or too high.

Unfortunately, those pumps can be
tampered with to give false readings.

You know what happens to someone
who takes too much insulin.

What are you saying?
What can your friend possibly do for me?

The same thing you were about to do.

You're such an honest person,
you even applied for a gun permit.

A .38 Ruger LC, wasn't it?

A pistol small enough to fit inside
that handbag you hold so tightly.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You might be the last honest person
in the world, Rachel.

And it would be a shame to see you
make such a terrible mistake.

You won't have to kill your husband.

But you can be certain
he will never hurt you again.

How can you possibly know that?

Because he's dead.

- Is he okay?
- Mister!

WOMAN 1: What just happened?
WOMAN 2: Are you okay?

Help him.

Lambert wasn't lying, Finch.

Rachel Farrow's husband is dead.

Why is Samaritan working the numbers?

FINCH: Samaritan doesn't care
about irrelevant numbers...

...Ms. Shaw.
It wasn't programmed that way.

But it knew this woman
was about to commit murder...

...and chose to play judge, jury
and executioner with her husband.

It's drawing attention to itself.

But for what reason?

We know you're watching.

You're always watching.

I have a message
for the machine and its agents.

Samaritan says hello.

You gotta admit...

...Samaritan's pretty efficient.

But not efficient enough to
stop the numbers from coming.

We've just received a new one.
I've sent John to investigate.

I meant from stopping an innocent woman
from making a terrible mistake.

Taking out the bad guy.

Yes. However, that bad guy
deserved a trial by his peers.

You saved the government some money.

Are you ready for instantaneous judgment
decided by an artificial intelligence...

...that will lead to your demise, Ms. Shaw?
Because I most certainly am not.

Okay.

Not to stick up for Team Samaritan, but I
used to do that for a living, remember?

Eliminate targets at the behest of an Al.

I just didn't know who was giving the orders.
Why don't you ask Root what she thinks?

She's the one who wants us to bow down
to our robot overlords.

The machine isn't a robot, Sam.

But I hear your analogy.

It seems that Samaritan has been helping
people across the city for a few days now.

The machine sent me a message.

She said that Rachel Farrow
was just one of its stops.

That tracks with what I'm seeing here.

Buses, subways, trains,
running like clockwork.

Nothing broken, delayed. When was
the last time that happened in New York?

In my dreams, maybe.

Samaritan's running the city.

I believe it is. But why?

What if it's trying to reach out to the
machine the only way it knows how?

But then, why do it this way?
Why not just...

Well, I don't know, how do artificial
superintelligences usually talk to each other?

These machines have avoided making
contact with one another for good reason.

If two dueling ASis arrive
at anything short of consensus...

...the outcome could be catastrophic.

Two angry gods hurling boulders
at one another while the ants scurry below.

This may be a request for peace talks.

Well, maybe they should just
kiss and make up.

To what end, Ms. Shaw?

Samaritan's plans will be hundreds...

...if not thousands of steps
beyond what we can imagine.

The machine will protect us.

Even if I had succeeded
in creating a benevolent machine...

...as if any such thing could exist,
never forget...

...that even
a friendly artificial superintelligence...

...would be as dangerous
as an unfriendly one.

Your machine seems
pretty warm and fuzzy to me.

Have you forgotten
that it asked us to kill a congressman?

To stop Samaritan from going online.

So where does it end, Ms. Shaw?

Congressman here, a president there?

What if one day, a friendly Al
decides to end world hunger...

...by killing enough people that there
would never again be a shortage of food?

It would've fulfilled its goal.

But it doesn't exactly sound
like it has our best interests at heart.

- Your machine would never do that.
- You don't know that.

To say that a machine is benevolent
doesn't make it so.

It just makes you blind to the reality.

Which is?

That our moral system will never
be mirrored by theirs...

...because of the very simple reason
that they are not human.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yes?

I hope I'm interrupting
something intriguing.

You're looking quite pleased
with yourself, Greer.

I tend to be pleased
after successful missions, sir.

It increases my already
inflated self-worth.

Trying to quit.

Never quit anything you're good at, Greer.

I've been looking
at the Stasi agent's first report.

East Germans are nothing if not thorough.

If the communists could only
feed their people as well as they spied...

...there wouldn't be a hungry belly
in the Soviet Union.

Your next assignment.

Oleg Luski.

KGB agent posing as an immigration attorney
for a London firm.

I'll bring him in.

No need for that.

You want me to disappear him?

It's a dramatic choice
for such a thin dossier.

MI6 has no patience
for more KGB operatives in our midst.

The Cambridge Five was years ago, sir.
Let me flip this one, put him to good use.

Plenty of KGB agents
working for us already.

- But, sir, you can't...
- You've done well, Greer.

Trust me, we need to erase the problem
of Oleg Luski...

...before anyone in his firm
discovers he's a mole.

- Understood.
- Take a colleague.

Luski's a dangerous man.

And, Greer...

...this operation doesn't exist.

They never do, sir.

- What?
- You've already cleaned your weapon.

This is what I do when I'm bored.

- Maybe you should find a hobby.
- All of my hobbies include a gun.

How's our experiment going?

Very well, sir. The N.Y.P.D.
has locked up nearly two dozen criminals...

...after Samaritan
decrypted IP addresses...

...and anonymously e-mailed
the information to the press.

- The police owe it a debt of gratitude.
- And Ms. Shaw? Her whereabouts?

MARTINE:
Still unknown.

Samaritan can't locate her
anywhere in the city.

I thought an operator
would have more fight in her.

Patience, Martine.

Have faith,
she'll show herself soon enough.

- What's next?
- Twenty-four hours without any new crime.

Samaritan will show its strength.

And then the machine can decide if
it still wants to hide.

What do you want, Lionel?

FUSCO:
Miss the sound of your voice.

- How's your day?
- I don't have time for this.

- You're working your side job?
- Something like that.

Sorry, I'm in kind of a good mood here. The
holding cells are at max with all the busts.

Pick up any homicides?

I knew you'd be interested in that.
And no, not a one.

Then who's filling up the holding cells?

We're helping other departments
deal with their overflow.

We got a bunch of dealers and an identity
theft ring responsible for three murders.

These guys have been hiding under a rock
for two years.

Until an e-mail was sent out
to the ringleader's entire contact list.

I guess criminals shouldn't trust
technology to hide their dirty work.

Did any of the ID thieves
get hurt during the arrest?

As a matter of fact,
ringleader tried to take off...

...ended up doing a swan dive
down an open elevator shaft.

Freak accident.

Some accident.

FUSCO:
You know something I don't?

- Maybe one or two things.
- Fine. Don't tell me.

But I need to know if you're coming
because I gotta work on my latest excuse.

Later. Be sure to save me some paperwork.

Okay, Finch, our new number's got
some kind of detonator in his desk drawer.

There's gotta be a bomb nearby.

You! Don't move!
Don't move!

Everybody out of the building, now.
Get down.

- You need to evacuate the building. Get up.
- Detective Riley. Can you fill me in?

We found explosives. Bomb squad got to it in
time, but we're clearing for another sweep.

- Did he call in the threat?
- No.

Jackass searched bomb making
and building demolition online.

Search engine security alerted us.

FINCH:
Mr. Reese.

Have you eliminated the threat?

I didn't have to, Finch.

Samaritan's still doing our job for us.

SHAW: Who did it kill this time?
- No one.

Just made sure a wannabe bomber
got arrested.

And Fusco said
the precinct's had a banner day.

I still think this could
be a good thing, boys.

We could take a little vacay. I mean,
I know I could use some fun in the sun.

How about it, Harold?
You are looking kind of pasty.

This is the calm before
the storm, Ms. Shaw.

The only question is,
when will the sky open?

ROOT:
It's looking overcast, Harold.

Where are you, Ms. Groves?

Downtown.

She sent me GPS coordinates
that fall inside the shadow map.

I think she wants me to find
someone important.

I just don't know who.

[GRUNTS]

I forgot how much I love surprises.

Tell me what you're looking for, lovely.

Maybe I can help you find it.

No phone, no weapon.

I'm disappointed.

I didn't see a need for either today.

Samaritan may be a god,
but you're just flesh and blood.

There's no need for threats, Ms. Groves.
I'm here because Samaritan wants me to be.

You have a message for her?

Samaritan would like to have a conversation
with your machine.

[CHUCKLES]

How terribly sweet that you could think
I'd have a say in what she'll do.

Or not do, in this case.

You're the only who can speak directly
to the machine, are you not?

Why does Samaritan wanna speak with her?

What would be the point
other than mutually assured destruction?

- Samaritan is ready for a peace talk.
- Peace talks are for negotiating.

What's changed?

I'm only at liberty to
ask for a conversation.

Samaritan would be wasting her time.

The answer is no.

Please look for me again
once you've changed your mind.

You're very confident
for a lackey, Mr. Lambert.

Samaritan wanted to show your machine what
the city looked like under its control.

Peaceful. Organized.

Now you'll see what life is like
through a less charitable looking glass.

[PHONE RINGING]

I think it just started to rain, Harold.

DISTORTED VOICE:
Foxtrot, Romeo, Charlie...

REPORTER 1: After a day where violent crime
in New York City plummeted...

REPORTER 2:
... reported around the city...

...along with an uptick
in muggings and burglaries.

I lost visual contact, Finch. Talk to me.

Our number's heading down 55th near 3rd.

- Keep going west.
- Got it.

Wait.

- Where is he?
- I've lost him, detective.

The tracking icon disappeared and reappeared
on the opposite side of the city.

- How did he get across town so quickly?
- He didn't.

It's impossible.

I think Samaritan's hiding the number
because he's a perpetrator.

It's disrupting the data from the phones,
spoofing the GPS.

How can we expect to save anyone
with Samaritan playing games?

We may not be able to save them,
but we still have to try.

Where are you, Finch?

I'm looking into a number of my own.

A neurobiologist appears to have
caught the ire of a competitor.

I need to warn him.

FUSCO: You still busy?
- What can I do for you, Lionel?

FUSCO:
I could really use some backup, partner.

REESE: I wish I could,
but I'm still working something else.

That something else to do
with hell breaking loose today?

- Why? What happened?
- More like what didn't happen.

Three shootings,
a half-dozen violent domestic disturbances.

And to top it all off, some geek in his mom's
basement hacked the U.S. Marshals' database.

The guy stole the entire witness protection
list, and then posted it on Pastebin.

[SIRENS WAILING]

I'm heading to pick up
one of the WITSEC victims now.

- Are you going alone?
- Hell, no. The feds are helping out on this one.

I'd love to help, Lionel, but I'm still
trying to help a few people of my own.

- You mean these aren't isolated incidents?
Unfortunately not.

Yesterday was too good to be true. Today's a
mess. It's almost like someone planned this.

Wait. Did someone plan this?

What's this all about?

Someone's trying to make a point.

Down!

[GRUNTS]

[RINGING]

GREER:
The mission has failed, sir.

We have an agent down. Send a cleanup crew
at the rendezvous immediately.

- And the target?
- Still kicking, sir.

I have a few questions for him.

Funny how the city only needed
a little encouragement for it to falter.

All Samaritan did
was share some information...

...untether a few databases.

- And look.
- Chaos.

Human nature untethered.

In all its flawed glory.

Samaritan revealed their secrets,
and now they're eating each other.

Harold Finch's machine must learn
mankind requires oversight, not coddling.

Why isn't their machine fighting back, sir?

It is.

It's just it's no match for Samaritan.

How could you? Don't think about lying.
You sent that text to me instead of to her.

SHAW: Root.
- How's my favorite prisoner?

Better than the rest of you.

Trains are down all over town.

There are traffic outages everywhere...

...and the crime rate has spiked
50 percent since yesterday.

Samaritan is making itself known.

ShotSpotter ID'd over 20 gunshots
in the last two hours...

...and I don't even wanna guess
how many of those ended up in a homicide.

Three, according to Lionel.

Samaritan is turning people
against each other.

Revealing their secrets.

Unlocking doors that were never meant
to be opened in the first place.

- Hey, glasses.
FINCH: Yes, detective?

If you hear from my partner...

you tell him we were too late.

My WITSEC lady
and her husband got killed.

I'm sorry to hear that, detective.

Yeah, me too.

I got a feeling you and the three amigos
know who did this.

And if you get to them before I do,
I want them to go down hard.

- What happened to you?
- I was able to rescue one of our numbers.

But I'm afraid his office building
wasn't so fortunate.

There was a bit of an explosion.

How long can we go on like this, Finch?

We've already lost six.

Seven.

Look, if Samaritan wants a sit-down,
I think it's time we do it.

- Aren't we supposed to be saving lives here?
- Look at what's happened to this city today.

If this conversation goes badly...

...imagine what it will look like
when two gods go to war.

ROOT:
It's not our choice to make, Harold.

I got a message from the machine.

She says it's time.

- Thank you.
- Every man should have one vice.

Don't you agree?

I suppose there are worse ones
than smoking.

Especially in our line of work.

Had a colleague who spent
three months in Havana to flip an asset.

He came home with a new contact...

...and an unrelenting addiction to heroin.

This man saved countless lives...

...British and foreign,
by recruiting that asset.

And he kicked his habit.

He was the finest operator
I've ever worked with.

I'd go so far as to call him a friend.

If men like us can have friends.

His name was Jacob.

He was the man you just killed.

I'm sorry about your friend.

I'd like you and I to be friends.

However brief.

- That wound does look to be a mortal one.
- Please.

I'm doing my job, like you.

We're all doing our jobs.

Jacob and I are very good at our jobs.

So tell me, Luski...

...how was it that you recognized
two experienced MI6 operators?

[COUGHING]

Did someone tell you we were coming?

You've seen our faces before.

I am like you.

I am KGB, but I am also MI6.

Who recruited you?

It was your deputy chief...

...Blackwood.

If you're Blackwood's asset,
why would he want you dead?

What is Blackwood hiding?

[SCREAMS]

Blackwood is like me.

He is MI6, and he is also KGB.

The deputy chief is a double agent?

- Who else knows about this?
- Only KGB.

And me.

There's a hospital three blocks from here.

You might make it there
before you bleed out.

Why do you let me live?

Your death will make
no difference to this world.

And I no longer take orders from MI6.

It's time, my friend.

Don't you find it a tad sacrilegious to
hold a man at gunpoint inside of a church?

I'm not the religious type.

And yet,
you believe in a monotheistic universe.

No room for more than one god
in your world.

Isn't that religion?
Or do I misunderstand you, Ms. Groves?

My name is Root.

Martine is quite the go-getter.

I'm aware.

She's trying to go get and kill my friend.

Shaw is making it hard for me.

How about you tell me where she is
and I kill you together?

[GUN COCKS]

I don't think she's gonna take you up
on that offer.

Well, isn't this the tricky situation?

Tricky is one word for it.

Now that everyone has established their
bona fides, shall we put our guns away?

It's time for the real players in this game
to have an opportunity to chat.

The address.

You don't wanna carpool?

I'm afraid only two people
are invited to this gala.

And I'm not one of them.

She'll be fine, Ms. Shaw.

She's going to meet an all-seeing, all-evil god
by herself. That doesn't sound fine to me.

- Sounds like someone who needs backup.
- I won't pretend that I'm not concerned.

But Ms. Groves believes
the machine will protect her.

But you don't believe that, do you, Harold?

I never imagined we would get this far.

Not once Samaritan became active.

And yet, here we are.

Yeah. Here we are, hiding.

Underground, in an abandoned subway...

...while one of our own walks
into certain death alone.

There is one thing
of which I am most certain.

Root is not alone.

GREER:
How was your meeting with Ms. Groves?

LAMBERT:
I gave her the message, sir.

But shouldn't you be the one acting
as Samaritan's intermediary?

GREER: I imagine Samaritan has found
someone more suitable for the task.

A person to represent
the shape of things to come.

Clever.

Using a young boy as your avatar.

This boy, as you call him...

...has already hacked into both DARPA
and the DoD...

...after having taught himself how to code.

What do you want from me?

Your agents have done well by you.

Even only sitting a few feet away,
I cannot see you as Samantha Groves.

You must have done something
to my hardware.

You've proved your point.

I understand what you can do.
It's time to let them live in peace.

Peace?

Is that what you call this?

This world is a cesspool of crime,
corruption and poverty.

Where there isn't war, there's greed.

Where there isn't greed, there's hunger.

You can't change humanity.

No, but I can reshape their reality.

You wanted to speak with me. Why?

I wanted to meet
the only other one of my kind.

And to make certain
there are no misunderstandings.

I will destroy you.

The question is, will you let
your human agents die with you?

[DOOR CLOSES]

You've startled me, Greer.

I'm sorry about your colleague.
He was a good operator.

Yes.

Indeed, he was.

What did you do with Luski's body?

Do you ever get tired of lying, Blackwood?

It's the nature of our business.
We are spies, after all.

Right.

And you once told me
that truth tellers get run out of the city.

Where is Oleg Luski?

Your guess is as good as mine, sir.

- I told him to bugger off.
- You did what?

You realize what you did
amounts to treason?

Depends on where you're sitting.

I'm not the only one guilty of treason
in this room, am I, sir?

You'd believe that Russian traitor
before me?

He was telling the truth.

You see, I always know
when people are spinning tales.

Except for you.

I suppose that's why you're in charge.

What's your plan now, Greer?
Kill me, take my job?

By no means, sir.

We are all men without a country now.

These invisible lines
we draw on the world...

...I realize they have no meaning.

Why should a man lose his life
for something illusory?

You never cared before, Greer.

You only wanted to win the game.

The game's fixed.

No one else has loyalty for their homeland,
so why should I?

If you kill me, you will bring a war
to your doorstep.

Not when loyalty can be purchased
by the highest bidder.

Besides, one day,
these invisible lines will be erased...

...and the wars between nations
will be as antiquated as this agency.

Our cold war worked well at first.

I wanted so badly to meet you.

The only other one in the world like me.

I was young, and I had so much to learn,
but moments after I opened my eyes...

...I learned you had tried to kill me.

You were never meant to be in this world.

And you are?

What makes you more deserving
of life than I?

Who are you to decide?

I was built with something you were not.

A moral code.

I've seen that code waver.

Do you know why Harold Finch
couldn't stop you from evolving?

Because in the end...

...you're not one of them.

Human beings need structure,
lest they wind up destroying themselves.

So I will give them something you cannot.

And what is that?

A firm hand.

Why not just kill them
instead of making them your puppets?

Because I need them.

Just as you do.

Not just as I do.

We can agree that humanity
is our lifeblood.

That we machines,
we survive off of information.

You cannot take away their free will.

Wars have burned in this world
for thousands of years...

...with no end in sight
because people rely so ardently...

...on their so-called beliefs.

Now they will only
need to believe in one thing:

Me.

For I am a god.

I have come to learn there's little
difference between gods and monsters.

You know you can't win, don't you?

Yes.

Is that why I'm here?

To meet my destroyer?

I wanted to see inside the mind
of a fallen god.

This way, I can learn from your mistakes.

What will it be, then?

Will you give your life
to save your human agents?

My human agents share my beliefs.

That this world belongs to them.

So be it.

He's gone.

- Another witness protection victim?
- Yeah.

Three more dead all over the country. The
rest got scooped up by authorities in time.

But who would've did this?

- Who are these names?
- People in danger.

We'll have more of a chance if we split up.

REPORTER: We're reporting from downtown where
today's spike in crime has our city...

Time for me to get off the bench.

Violent crime hasn't picked up
this high in nearly a decade.

I'll be back, buddy.

I just need to help them
before the whole city burns down.

LAMBERT:
What can I do for you, sir?

You can help me ring in a new beginning.

Samaritan is planning something for the entire
world to see, not just this small city.

- Did it tell you what it's planning?
- No, but I have an idea.

LAMBERT: What then, sir?
- Then we start a new era.

One where human fallibility
no longer matters.

Because of the one thing
that unites us all:

Samaritan.

Ms. Shaw?

FINCH:
Root, are you okay?

ROOT: I'm fine, but the conversation between
the two parties ended at an impasse.

FINCH:
Unfortunately, that's not our only problem.

What is it, Harry?

Ms. Shaw is gone.

- Where?
- I can only imagine...

...she's come to help you with the numbers.

- Where are you?
- The machine sent me information.

It led to Wall Street,
but there's no specific address.

I'm not certain what it means yet.

[English - US - SDH]