Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 4, Episode 12 - Control-Alt-Delete - full transcript

You are being watched.

The government
has a secret system--

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

And you can call me Control.

Clever Samaritan, using
a young boy as your avatar.

I will destroy you.

Welcome to the stock exchange.

Finch!

The controls aren't responding.

There's an override button.

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Are you ready for this?

Let's go get Shaw back.

The Mayhem
on Wall Street continued

with a break-in
at the security firm

that houses the surveillance
footage for the stock exchange.

The suspects are heavily
armed men and women in ski masks

shot a security guard
inside the building,

then made off with numerous
sensitive surveillance hard drives.

Guy comes out of nowhere
and shoots me right in the knee.

I go down. They step over me like
they're Bonnie and Clyde or something.

Said, "Sorry,
we're looking for a friend".

Authorities say both assailants
are still at large

and should be considered
armed and extremely dangerous.

In other news, Wall Street
continues to recover from the Flash Crash.



Officials say the so called
Flash Crash was triggered by

a computer glitch that has
since been corrected.

So investors can get
back to business as usual.

Remember, sweetheart, you have a
sweater in your backpack if you get cold.

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- Ugh, stupid game!
- Julia.

I don't want you playing
that any more.

All that violence.

Okay.

Bye, mom.

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Good morning, ma'am.

Ma'am.

How's your morning?

Well, better than yours,
it seems.

Half this frickin' town
is taking pot shots

at the President.
Now my only job today

is picking the perfect
high-ranking administration

official to push out there
as his human shield.

It's a bitch being
Chief of Staff, Mike.

- Yeah.
- I'm sure you'll find someone

to hang out to dry
before POTUS comes after you.

Listen, how sure are you
that this market hit

wasn't an attack on our economy?
Terrorism?

Well, if it was terrorism,
Research would've picked it up

and I would've stopped it
before it ever happened.

- Whatever the hell it was--
- Computer malfunction.

It feels like we were attacked.

Well, we weren't.

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What?

Nothing you need
to worry about.

Hey, Jeanie, I need
the head of the SEC.

Right away, sir.

You need help, little man?
Are you lost from the tour?

I crashed the stock market
yesterday.

Good for you.
Let me know if you decide

- to invade Baghdad.
- Tonight,

the stock market will close
at 10,233 points,

after regaining 617 points.

I'd like to discuss this
and other more pressing matters

with your immediate superior,
the President.

Okay, then.
The party's over.

Jeanie!
Get a hand in here?

This kid's AWOL from the tour
and then some.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

You can expect
your personal portfolio

to drop another 16% today.

We'll talk again soon.

Okay, Shiffman,
what are we looking at?

A sleeper cell in Detroit
that's about to wake up.

- How?
- By detonating

six backpack bombs
simultaneously across the city.

Threat analysis?

Massoud Shammar,
Tariq al Juhani,

Osman Ahmed, Yasin Said.

Radicalized Muslims,

masters level
software engineers.

They plan to crash
the power grid

and cripple police
surveillance,

so that they can plant
the bombs undetected.

Three are Saudis?

Here legally
on F-1 student visas.

Yasin Said was born
in Michigan.

Let's see the dossier
on the American.

Born in Dearborn,
all-American kid, apparently.

Varsity baseball
and homecoming king,

did his junior year
abroad in Cairo.

Where he met Massoud Shammar
and Tariq al Juhani.

August, 2014,
all four men enroll

in the engineering program

at the University of Michigan,
Dearborn.

Two months later,
they rent a house

in the Woodbridge section
of Detroit,

and begin a surge of Internet
activity on Islamist websites

known to be recruiting
for the Khorasan group.

How were they paying
for the rent on the house?

A series of anonymous
wire transfers

originating in Dubai

and passing through
a front company in the Comoros.

The tactic Khorasan uses
to fund terrorist activity.

What are they targeting?

Spirit of Detroit,
Ambassador Bridge,

Livingstone Lighthouse,
Belle Isle Fountain,

Wayne County Building.

All historic landmarks
on Belle Isle and downtown.

Yesterday morning, Osman Ahmed
posted to an Islamist website

that he's going to change
the world.

Last night, Yasin Said
called his mother

and insisted
she not visit tomorrow.

It's today.

Research has targeted them
for immediate elimination.

We have a team
outside their house now.

Status, Crimson Six?

All units in place.

On your go, ma'am.

What's our source material
on these backpack bombs?

That Samaritan is never wrong.

What's our source material
on these backpack bombs?

Our targets purchased
backpacks, pressure cookers,

nails, ball bearings,
and digital watches.

The mission is a go.

Crimson Six,
you have a green light.

Viridian Nine, we're a go.

Eyes on, guys.

Special delivery.

Target one is down.
Moving in.

Three down.
Where's the fourth?

We have a problem.
Found this on the table.

It belongs to target
number four, Yasin Said.

His phone is in the house,
but he's not.

Said, let's find him.
Relatives?

Parents are
Sameer and Selam Said.

We're up on their phones.

Likewise all Yasin's
known associates.

Let's look
inside Yasin's laptop.

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Yasin's Said's
laptop hard drive.

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It's never done that before.

It's not supposed to do that...

ever.

I need to see that hard drive.

Why?

Research will find him
in a matter of minutes.

The hard drive is not relevant.

You don't ask me why.

You are a guest here
with one rule, and that is

to make sure this system
functions as promised.

There's a terrorist on the run
on American soil,

and I want... to see...
his hard drive.

I'm afraid that's not possible,

and actually,
you are the guest here

at Samaritan's
research terminals.

Mr. Travers...

show me the hard drive,
or I'll have you arrested.

You are putting thousands
of innocent lives in danger.

Stop it now.

There, stopped.

Early this morning in New York,

a high speed car collision
erupted in a dangerous shootout

involving four private security
contractors

and a man and woman
wearing ski masks.

Senator Garrison.

There's a problem.
22 minutes ago,

ISA operatives in Detroit raided
a four-man sleeper cell

and only found three targets.

The fourth, Yasin Said,
remains at large,

and Mr. Travers,
our Samaritan representative,

just shut down Research.

Hold on,
there's a terrorist in Detroit?

And we can't access Research
or the terrorist's hard drive.

Travers won't let us see it.

What the hell, Travers?

The data on that hard drive
is dangerous,

a threat to the entire
Research program.

These guys in Detroit weaponized
a piece of computer code.

You mean like a virus?

Like a nuclear virus.

Samaritan quarantined the code
to protect itself.

I should be allowed
to view the material.

You wouldn't understand it
anyway, so what's the point?

Who the hell do you think
you are, Travers?

Mr. Travers is my eyes and ears
inside your operation.

We gave you a marvelous car.

Surely, you didn't think
I'd let you drive it yourselves.

Of course I did.
You said we would.

As for your missing terrorist,

Samaritan has tracked him
to an address in Detroit,

but he won't stay there long.

I'm wondering, would you like

Mr. Travers to put the key
back in the ignition?

Samaritan found the terrorist.

How about that-- the hard drive
was irrelevant after all.

If we want the intelligence
back on, we need to let this go.

Turn it back on.

Good talk, guys.

Shiffman, Research will be
back online presently.

Send team Crimson Six in
to pursue the target.

More details have emerged

about the shootout
in Manhattan. Leslie?

All four security contractors
are in critical condition,

sustaining
multiple gunshot wounds.

The masked assailants
reportedly stole

a GPS transponder
from the armored SUV,

then carjacked a local vehicle
to get away.

Seeing this?

Detective,
are you investigating a link

to the security firm break-in
last night?

From what I understand,
both suspects, the shooters,

were a male and female
in ski masks.

NYPD's well aware
of the connection.

We have a few leads
and several persons of interest

we're following up on.

No further comment at this time.
Excuse me.

Nice work there.
Anyone you know?

Nobody that brazen.

Whoever it is, they're
definitely on the warpath.

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It's the secure line
to Research.

This is Research.
We're amending your orders.

Our orders originated
with Control.

This is Control.

Pleasure to meet you.

It's not mutual.

I know about New York,
Agent Grice.

I know you saw Agent Shaw

at the Knight & Morris
storage facility,

and I know you let her live.

Relax.
I'm letting you live.

Here are your amended orders.
Do not kill Yasin Said

until you access
his laptop hard drive.

The hard drive is the priority.

Understood.

And Grice,
you report only to me.

Consider this your reprieve.

We need to do this
off the grid.

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Research wins again.

Yasin Said approaching,
200 yards out.

This must be your
dream come true, Grice...

investigating someone before
we put a bullet in their head.

Yeah, just like the old days.

I've never been happier.

Get ready.
He's about to go off the grid.

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Okay, he's in the shadows.
T-minus ten seconds.

Hate to cut you off, Yasin.

At the risk
of repeating myself--

Glad we had this talk.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I'm not gonna hurt you.
I just want to see your laptop.

My laptop?

Okay.

I'll do anything you say,
just please don't shoot.

Please be careful,
it's fragile.

Target down.
I have eyes on.

I'm accessing the laptop now.

Keep the line open.

Hey, our boy's alive.

Target's on the move.
Just say the word.

Wait.
Something's wrong.

Whoa!
It's melting.

What do you mean?

I mean the computer is melting.

It's some kind
of incendiary device.

We're about to lose our guy.
I need an answer now.

Just lost the laptop.
Brooks, stand down.

I repeat...

stand... down!

We need to find out
what was in that laptop.

Okay, he's gone.

Crimson Six?

What's your status,
Crimson Six?

It's a no-go, ma'am.

We'll have to reacquire
Yasin Said.

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The laptop melted?

Some kind of a self-destruct
mechanism

that I've never seen before.

Can you reconstruct the data?

This isn't a computer anymore.

It's 4 pounds of plastic
and silicon.

We have to find Yasin Said.

- Hang on, I got something.
- Hang on.

Freight shipping schedules
for trains leaving Detroit.

He's flagged these three
to Toronto tonight.

Yasin may be about to hop
a freight train for Canada.

When's the next train?

Three hours.

Report back to me
every 30 minutes.

But we're due back
this afternoon

for a mandatory
supply turn-in.

Excuse me?

We just got reassigned.

Reassigned?
By whom?

You think you can interfere
with my operations?

Of course not.
You do your job, I do mine.

Oh?

Does your job include
spying on me?

Little paranoid there.

Is there something
you're trying to hide?

Will that be all?

Call in my personal
security detail.

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Mike, what's up?

Do I need to brief
the president

about this terrorist
on the loose?

Who told you that?

Who told you you were allowed
to keep secrets from me?

We're having a bad enough day.

If there's a problem
in Detroit,

the White House has to get
out in front of it.

There is a problem in Detroit,

and no one is ever gonna
hear about it.

Yeah, I hope not,
for your sake.

Do you even know
how many problems

I have solved for you, Mike?
853.

All enemy combatants,
many on American soil,

identified by Research,
and handled by me.

And by "handled," you realize
I mean killed, right?

There's no need
for this kind of talk.

Of killing?
But it's the truth, Mike.

853 threats
to national security

are dead because of us.

If you can sleep with that,
then good for you.

If you can't, too bad.

Well, keep up the good work.

Gentlemen?

No offense, I asked
for my personal detail,

my regular guys.

Ma'am, they were southbound
on the beltway 90 minutes ago

when their vehicle was t-boned
by a Mack truck.

T-boned?
How bad?

They survived.

Occupants of the truck
fled the scene,

a man and a woman
wearing ski masks.

The same two that were raising
hell in New York all morning?

State police are investigating,

but ma'am,
their phones were stolen.

Your mission
may be compromised.

I'm gonna put a team on it
and we'll find out who did this.

You men and I are going
out into the field.

This is the
last train to Canada.

Yasin has to be here.

Come on, Yasin.
It's now or never.

Go.

Contact the station master
and stop that train.

Remember, it's capture,
not kill.

I need to interrogate
this target first.

What the hell?

Evasive maneuver!

I hope you liked our rocket.

We were saving it
for a special occasion.

Where is Shaw?

Memories.

Where is she?

Agent Shaw?

Why, something happen to her?

Shaw's cover identity
was burned

eight days after
one of your ISA operatives,

guy named Grice,
saw her in the field.

The ISA is working
with Samaritan,

and Samaritan has Shaw.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Well, the evidence tells
a different story.

We tracked down
four Samaritan agents

who were at the stock exchange.

According to their vehicle GPS,
they've been spending

a lot of time outside your house
in Georgetown.

What are you talking about?

Samaritan knows where Shaw is,

and therefore, so do you.

Hmph.

Either you talk to me now,
or I'm gonna invite Root in here

to re-create the events
of your last conversation.

Good cop, bad cop?
Really?

There are no good cops here.

Did you happen to see
the terrorist

I was chasing
on that freight train?

His name's Yasin Said.

He's planning to attack
a major American city,

and he was 60 seconds
away from capture

before you shot me
with that shoulder cannon.

Now, he's loose.

That's on you.

Where is Shaw?

I don't know.

I'm almost glad you said that.

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Hello, old friend.

Let's not get carried away.

I'm sorry, can you repeat that?

I'm deaf in this ear.

Feel free to return the favor.

But it won't get you
any closer to finding Shaw.

Can't return the favor.

No scalpel.

Besides, I'm not the monster
I used to be.

I've changed.

Well, mostly changed.

Shaw used to work for you
till you tried to kill her.

You probably remember she has
an Axis II personality disorder,

which means technically,
she's a sociopath,

incapable of caring for others.

But the thing about Shaw is,
she does care,

enough to save my life.

So today, I'm saving hers,
and you're gonna help,

even if you care about no one,

not even your daughter Julia.

Oh.

Such a sweet girl.

She deserves a better mother.

How old were you
when your mom died?

- I was nine.
- Nine, right,

and you started spending a lot
of time in the nurse's office.

All that anger,
all that stress.

That's when the high
blood pressure started, right?

You grew up motherless...

and you suffered for it.

Well...

at least Julia has a mother.

Because even a mom
who kills people for a living

is better than no mom at all.

Over 500 people have died
in police custody

after being tased.

The most common factor
among the victims?

Hypertension.

Especially when
the officer did this.

You tell me where Sameen is,

or Julia will know
what it's like to be you.

Go to hell.

Stop it!

This is not how we do things,
Miss Groves.

Please?

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Pardon their aggression.

They're trying to save
the life of a dear friend.

Let me go,
and we'll call it even.

Sameen risked everything
at the stock exchange,

not just to save our lives,
but to pull the whole world

back from the brink
of disaster,

all with the knowledge
that no one would ever

even know her name.

Everybody here, all of us,

spend our days saving the lives
of people we don't even know.

Each loss is unbearable, but
when it's someone you know...

You think she's dead.

You think Shaw is dead,

and you don't have the guts
to tell them.

We don't know that, Finch.

The surveillance footage
from the stock exchange

was unreadable.

Why does everybody keep talking
about the stock exchange?

What the hell does any of that
have to do with Shaw?

Oh, you don't know.

Samaritan crashed
the stock market.

There were armed men
in the basement of the exchange,

a massive firefight
six stories underground.

Sameen was shot.

I admit to not seeing
your angle here, Harold.

Why spin this tale?

A shootout
beneath the beating heart

of the American economy,

and you don't know
anything about it?

You're in the dark...

and you're being kept there
for a reason.

How long until your employers
decide to kill you?

Oh, I see now.

You're trying to turn me
against my employers,

against my country.

You expect much success
with that, Harold?

So desperate to find Shaw,

you're willing to say
anything to me.

You foolish woman.
You don't understand.

You're not in control
of anything.

You're just a clean-up crew.
You're the janitor.

Speaking of janitors,

here come a few now.

You say that like
we weren't expecting them.

Surprise.

Me and you need to have
a little talk.

Hello, ladies.

You don't look so good.

Oh!

If you better understood
Samaritan,

you would know it employs
a private army

to do its bidding...

that it communicates with them

on a private, encrypted
phone network.

You would suspect they would
employ at least one of them

as a spy
in your own organization.

You might even assume that spy
to be among the agents

coming here to save you now,

holding his private,
encrypted network phone,

and you would know that
that's exactly why I'm here.

Talk to me, Crimson.
I'm blind here.

Does anybody have eyes
on the target?

Yeah, I do.

Another thing,
the Red Wings suck.

You realize
he's not from Detroit.

Still had to be said.

You okay, Root?

For now.

I think this is good for me.

You almost done checking email?

There are six ISA operatives
on site.

I should be seeing
six identical signals,

but I'm not, I'm seeing seven.

Six standard signals,
one anomaly.

The anomalous phone
belongs to a Samaritan agent

who's embedded
with Control's operatives.

I'm uploading a worm
to that phone.

The worm will scour the phone

for any information
relating to Sameen,

and then 18 seconds later, move
on the to next Samaritan phone,

and it won't give up until
we find what we're looking for.

Sorry, were you talking to me?

What's your status, Harold?

I'm not sure how much longer
I can hold them.

I'll be right there, Root.

This is for Shaw.

Sameen?

You're Grice?

Yeah.

She told me you let her go.

She was a good agent.

Mr. Reese, Root,
it's done.

On my way.

Did it work?

We got something.
What, I don't yet know.

Thank you, Harold.

Let's get out of here.

Did you really think you could
run from me in Canada?

How did you find me?

There's a cell tower
12 miles from here

that was suddenly doing
a lot of business

with some burners in Detroit.

It's funny,
but the farther you ran,

the easier you were to find.

Why'd you kill my friends?

That's what we do
to terrorists.

I'm not a terrorist.
I'm an American.

My dad works for Ford,
my sister's a cheerleader.

I'm a PhD candidate
in software engineering.

Which makes you
a very dangerous man.

Look...

two months ago, I won
this competition, the Nautilus.

What the hell is that?

An elaborate contest.

Data security, steganography,
cryptography.

The next day,
I got a text message,

offering jobs to me
and my friends from school.

The four of us crowded into one
of those office park start-ups.

Big paycheck, stock options.

We thought it was
the next Google.

What was on your laptop, Yasin?

I don't know,

but it's not uncommon for coders
to be kept in the dark.

That's how stealth companies
work.

That's how terror cells work.

This was a bioinformatics
company

creating climate change models.

We'd write a piece of code, and
we'd pass it on to someone else.

Two days ago,
we sent the last piece,

ten hours later,
everyone was dead.

Except for you.

I'm not the bad guy here.

And I'm sure Tariq,
Massoud, and Osman

were just harmless extremists
who conned their way

into the United States
on student visas.

No, they were my friends.

Maybe they picked us
because that's

exactly what you'd expect.

Can you consider for a second

the possibility
you've been lied to?

No.

Oh, are you kidding me, kid?

It was cute the first time,
and even then--

Just look at your computer,
Mike.

Stock market closed
exactly where I said it would.

So did your portfolio.

It didn't have to be that way.

Who the hell are you?

I'd like to see the president.

We'll be in touch.

854 and counting, Richelli.
Sleep tight.

I love you, Julia.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Target engaged.

Bulls' eye.
Returning to base.

I just sent a set
of updated GPS coordinates,

but I must warn you,
our lead is a fragile one.

Understood.

A phone on Samaritan's network
left the stock exchange

in a refrigerated truck
15 minutes after we lost Sameen.

What's our final destination?

I've traced the truck
to these new coordinates

to what looks like
a small town upstate.

That could be where
the truck is located,

or it could be nothing.

I know she's alive, Harold.

Nothing would please me more.

I know.
I miss her too.

It's normally pretty quiet
on this level,

but if the Pentagon wants
a tour, Pentagon gets a tour.

Has the area been cleaned
recently?

I'm the head of security, lady.
Do I look like a janitor to you?