Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 4, Episode 13 - M.I.A. - full transcript

[GUNSHOTS AND MAN GRUNTS]

SHAW:
I'll take it from here.

[GUNSHOT]

REESE:
Where's Shaw?

FINCH: Sameen risked everything
at the stock exchange.

CONTROL:
You think she's dead?

ROOT:
What's our final destination?

FINCH: I've traced the truck
to these new coordinates...

...to what looks like a small town upstate.

ROOT:
We're late.

Sixty-six hours, our rescue's overdue.



Sameen's gonna kill us.

She can't fault us for lack of effort.
You've caused mayhem over five states.

- We only have one clue to show for it.
- One clue is plenty, it narrows focus.

If she's in the truck.

We find the truck, we find Sameen.
Don't give up on her, Harold.

I haven't lost hope.

So this is where the truck disappeared?

FINCH:
Maple, New York.

Remember, our enemy is watching.

Beyond the reach of our mesh net...

...we need to speak with discretion
and tread carefully.

What's today's cover?

Detective Alice Ginsburg.

Got a new partner, Columbo.



Lionel's gonna love that.

Oh, that reminds me.

I need to ask his assistance.

Good luck, and please... be safe.

We will, Harold.

FINCH:
Detective.

Sorry to just drop in.

What's the news?

Sadly, none.
How are you holding up?

Just dandy.

With the captain on my ass
about the absence of my partner.

I'm tap dancing as fast as I can.

Well, I'm sure you're quite busy.

Hey, glasses.

You didn't come here
to check on my mental health, did you?

There was a small matter,
but I can take care of it.

One of those people needs saving?

I'm all over it.

I don't wanna distract you.

I need some air anyway.
Can't breathe in here.

[BLEEPING]

[BAND PLAYING LIVE TUNE]

REESE: Unless Samaritan
likes hot chocolate and cider...

...we might've taken the wrong turn.

We haven't.

The founders' day committee
would like to thank...

...everyone involved in
putting on this fair.

Especially, Mayor Dowd.

Today, we celebrate 212 years
of history in Maple.

The biggest little manufacturing hub
in upstate.

[CROWD CHEERING]

The town could use a better tagline.

When you kidnapped Finch,
the machine helped me to find you.

We should ask it for a clue.

I did.
She doesn't know anything more than we do.

There's only two roads
into and out of Maple.

Local P.D. should have security footage
from the toll booths.

I don't see why Samaritan would've spirited
Shaw all the way out to Pleasantville.

Don't judge the town by its cider.

Monsters love small towns.

[BLEEPING]

FINCH [OVER PHONE]:
Have you found him yet, detective?

FUSCO:
Yeah. Some schlub here with a tyke.

The man is Albert Weiss.

He's a sales associate at the
Prime Hardware in Jersey City.

He's in town to visit his niece, Rosie.

This guy's a puppy
who's been kicked too often.

Who would wanna kill a sad sack like that?

Glasses, someone else got eyes on this guy.

Remember Dani Silva?

Detective Silva is watching Mr. Weiss?

Perhaps she has some information.

She's IA.

Even if I wasn't in your League of Misfits,
I'd steer clear.

Ah, damn it.

Hey.

Catching some sun in the park?

Are you on the job
or are you playing hooky, Fusco.

- What, are you gonna write me up?
- No.

I'm out of Internal Affairs,
I transferred to Gang Division.

FUSCO:
Are you here for that guy?

He's in some kind of trouble, right?

I think so.

Weiss shows up
in a couple cold missing person cases.

He's on two different witness lists.
Cases are years apart.

Maybe he stumbled across something.

Knows too much for his own good.

Whatever he's into, it's bad news.

ROOT: We need to take a look
at your security tapes.

Chief, N.Y.P.D. here to see you.

Someone didn't join
the Mickey Mouse Club.

The hell brings N.Y.P.D. here?

We're investigating a homicide.

That so?

Nothing like that in Maple.

Triple homicide in Brooklyn.

Perp fled this way in a refrigerated truck.

We need to check your surveillance tapes,
see if he passed through.

WICK:
A truck, huh?

If that's all right with you.

Chief Wicker.

Call me Wick.

Come on then.

WICK:
Look at you.

Some kind of Whiz kid?

I'm good with computers.

Heh, I got skills too.

You fired a Remington 870P shotgun?

Fight between a computer
and one of those...

...I'll tell you which would win.

[IMITATES SHOTGUN COCKING
AND FIRING]

Serious stuff for a peaceful town.

Wick loves his guns.

You know, Wick had a scandal a while back.
Abuse of power.

But last summer, the mayor jumped him
all the way to chief. Heh.

Lucky son-of-a-gun.

Hey, some kids are outside
spraying graffiti on those patrol cars.

What?

ROOT:
One piece of footage is corrupted.

I'm gonna need to take a look
at the hard backups.

The DVDs are locked in storage.

You want them, you're gonna have
to let me in on the case...

...over drinks.

Well, sure, if I can find the time.

[CHUCKLES]

Don't be coy.

I don't like coy.

[WICK GRUNTS]

Coy is not my thing either.

[WICK GRUNTS, THEN BODY THUMPS]

I never thought I'd say this...

...but you gotta be more careful.

You found the truck.

It entered Maple and never left.

Shaw's still here in town.

Hold on, Shaw.

We're close.

LAURA:
Welcome to Maple.

What brings you to town?

Catching up with a friend.

- How long you two had this place?
LARRY: Laura bought it a half year ago.

- Larry, go help her with that.
- I'm fine.

This doesn't weigh a thing.

[THUMP]

LARRY:
You sure I can't give you a hand?

Rather not be disturbed.
I got business to attend to.

WICK: Unh!
REESE: You elevate abduction to an art.

Always travel with an empty suitcase.
Never know what you might pick up.

Yeah, but anyone realizes the chief is
gone, they're gonna come looking for us.

- We're fighting a clock now.
- We're already on a clock.

The longer it takes us to find Sameen...

Our rival hid the truck footage.
Maybe they're hiding something else.

WICK: Unh!
- Your surveillance...

...any other footage corrupted
in the last couple of days?

I don't who you think you are
but you two better...

Answer the question, chief.

Setup's buggy.

Video disappears time to time.

Not recently though.

When footage is corrupted,
is it concentrated to a geographic area?

How should I know? What's this
got to do with anything in my...

ROOT:
You talk so much and say so little.

I found the truck.
It has an eagle-shaped hood ornament.

I spoke to a rest stop waitress
who had seen it.

It was abandoned three days ago,
now impounded.

Let's move.

As soon as I make Wick more comfortable.

[MUMBLING]

Here's a list of missing
person cases by date.

I got Weiss' credit card statements
for the last eight years.

Extracted the days that he was in town.

What? I got them from a friend.

No one's got your back on this one, huh?

No, I don't have departmental approval.

One of the missing persons was my witness.

- I gotta find out what happened.
- Dog with a bone.

You'll make a good
detective, terrible spouse.

Nine times Weiss was in the city.

Nine times the dates match missing persons.

- That's more than just a pattern.
- No way.

This guy's scared of his own shadow
and you think he's angel of death?

He worked at a hardware store.

Wouldn't be hard to get materials,
make bodies go away.

Come on.

This guy wouldn't murder a fly.

Hundred pounds of lye was stolen
from his hardware store a few years ago.

That would disappear,
well, a whole lot of bodies.

All the victims had gang connections.

I'm thinking murder for hire.

So you're saying that gangs paid this guy
to take out sensitive targets?

If you think about it, it's perfect.

He looks more like a Maytag man
than he does a hit man.

You'd never see him coming.

Works clean. He's never been caught.

So gangs start using him as a freelancer.

If he's back in town, that means
some sap's about to take a bath in lye.

- I'm coming with.
- Weiss killed my witness.

Thanks, but I got this.

Look, if we're right about this,
you're in over your head with this guy.

You gotta deal with me.

I think I know where he is.

Got a nicer tie?

Well, it's my lucky tie.

[BEEPING]

ROOT:
Hey, eyes on the road.

Keep your mind on navigating.

We can't afford to lose any more time.

You really are sure she's alive.

You know about Schrodinger cat?

There's a cat trapped in a box
with something lethal.

There's a 50 percent chance
the cat's been killed.

But until you open the box, there's
no way to know one way or the other.

Quantum physics says,
before you open the box...

...the cat isn't dead or alive.

- It's both.
- What about after you open the box?

Reality collapses back onto itself.

Cat's either alive or it's dead.

Well, we're gonna see reality soon.

But you don't bet against Shaw.

No.

Nothing kills that cat.

His truck's out back.

Something bothering you?

Oh, you just... You've cleaned up nice.
Who would've thunk?

- So, what's Weiss doing here?
- High tea.

Weiss brought his niece here
for the past two days.

I think he's casing a target.

All his previous victims have disappeared
from their workplaces.

Left his niece at home,
he's about to make his move.

But who's his mark?

[PHONE RINGING]

Oh, it's my mother. I gotta take this.

- Hey, how's your back, Ma?
- Your mother?

Honestly, detective.

The restaurant employs one waiter
with gang connections.

Marcus Young.

He lives in territory
controlled by the 280 gang.

Perhaps another gang
wants him to disappear.

You think a banger works here?

[BLEEPING]

He's here. Gotta go.

It's Weiss' target.

Yes, sir. Be right back with that.

Whoa, no need for violence.

- We're having tea.
- Bullets go great with tea.

Let's do this the easy way.
Let me handle it, please.

FUSCO:
Hands in the sky.

- Are you talking to me, detective?
- What are you doing in here?

I was told the bathroom was this way.

- You're under arrest for trespassing.
- What?

It was an honest mistake.
I didn't do anything.

FUSCO: You did. You resisted arrest.
- Let's give them some air.

MARCUS:
What's going on here?

WEISS: Unh
- What the hell are you doing?

WEISS:
Unh! Please, no.

I'll do anything you say,
just don't hurt me again.

REESE: We've arrived, Harold.
Let's hope the truck is here.

FINCH:
Please be careful.

- Thanks for letting us in.
- I don't care, dude.

Go to town.

The guy reeks of tequila and it's 3 p.m.

Looks like founders' day is
the new Cinco de Mayo.

FINCH:
His name is Mason Bauer.

Deadbeat trust-funder.

But his fund crashed four months ago.
This is the first job he's had.

We're here with Willy Clark,
the luckiest guy in Maple.

- What are you gonna do with the money?
- I don't know, man. I don't know.

But I knew today was gonna be great.

REESE: If I was Mason, I'd be drinking too.
Homeless man hit the jackpot.

Luck is in the air.

That's our truck.

Did you find her?

She's not in the truck.

This is a medical drill and saw.

Lost a lot of blood.

Maybe they were trying to save her
but this doesn't look good.

I'm so sorry, John and Samantha.

- It's not over yet. We'll find her.
- The truck came here for a reason.

Were they taking Sameen to a hospital?

I've hacked the hospital's server.

They haven't admitted anyone
with her injuries.

Why would the agent shoot Sameen
in the head only to try to patch her up?

Our enemy has strange methods.

They found a use for her.

Does the hospital have a neurosurgeon?

I'm sending you his address.

But please expedite a blood sample
for analysis...

...and verify that it is Sameen's
before any heads roll.

Heads won't roll yet.

The people who hurt
her deserve special attention.

[DOOR THUMPS]

Dr. Victor Haskell, we need to talk.

- Where is Sameen Shaw?
- I don't know who that is.

REESE:
You worked on her three nights ago.

I haven't performed any
surgeries in months.

I was fired.

But I got a call that night.

Someone was performing a craniotomy.
He needed my advice.

It wasn't going well.

Then he hung up, I don't know who it was.
The number was blocked.

REESE:
Did you call the police?

ROOT:
Why not?

Bad things happen here
when you ask questions.

Six months ago,
Maple was on the verge of collapse.

Eighty percent of the town
worked for the textile factory...

...but business was moving overseas.
Then, a corporation bought it.

Carrow.
Saved everyone's jobs. Saved Maple.

Then, things changed.

- People protesting Carrow were killed.
VICTOR: In a manner.

The mayor tried to get the factory
to phase out their diesel generators.

Then someone leaked the paper information
implicating the mayor in corruption.

He ended up taking his own life.

And the new mayor...

Six months ago
he was a gas station attendant.

What's that got to do with you?

I was on the city council.

I was framed for medical malpractice.

- Is the factory still in textiles?
- No.

Ms. Thompson runs the factory,
repurposed it.

They make a tech-thing now, transponders.

I need to talk to Ms. Thompson.

REESE: This is her?
We saw her speak at the town square.

You ask questions about the factory, you'll
wind up dead. She controls everything.

Don't worry about us, doctor.

Samaritan runs the factory.

Welcome to Maple.

DETECTIVE: Won't happen again, sir.
WEISS: Thank you, detective.

IA told me I go within 100 feet
of that guy, I'd be suspended.

What makes a man like Mr. Weiss
become a killer?

A guy like that, living an unhappy life...

Answers an unorthodox Craigslist ad.

Finds he likes it.

Some people are called to be killers.

I found a lead.

Weiss owns a home in Brooklyn
under a false name.

So, urn...

...any news?

I'm afraid things aren't looking good.

We should be prepared
for an unfavorable outcome.

Just say it plain.

She's dead, right?

Hey. I got a lead.

House in Brooklyn owned by Weiss.

- You talked to the banger yet?
- He's not a banger.

Checked the Gang Division files,
he's a witness.

He saw a bigwig from the 280 gang
kill three guys.

But he won't testify.

Marcus Young?

Thanks for coming in.

You, I saw what you did to that guy.

You're in danger.

The 280 gang hired that guy to shut you up.

That old man?
You gotta be kidding me.

That old man's got a mean streak.

Detective Fusco here will take you
some place safe.

I'm gonna go find that hit man.

Weiss is dangerous.
We need to work together.

You got yourself sidelined.

I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself.

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

MAN 1: Watch your back, now.
MAN 2: Around we go.

I'm a winner. I'm a winner!

That's Mason from the impound lot.

He shot the guy who won the lottery.

One guy's fortune goes up in smoke,
another guy wins the lottery.

Maybe Samaritan came
here for the factory...

...but it's expanded its grip
to the whole community.

It's playing with people's lives. Why?

REESE:
Look.

There's our mark.

Bring the car around.

THOMPSON:
This is horrible.

Founders' day is ruined,
for that hooligan to do this today.

I know.

I know.

[RATTLING]

ROOT:
Oh, my God.

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

Whoa.

- Where's Weiss?
- He must have run off. You all right?

You let him escape?

Nothing useful on her phone, Harold.

[TOILET FLUSHES]

Swept the B&B, it's clean.

We have to move fast.

The voice finally tell you
something about Sameen?

- No, but Ms. Thompson will.
- At a minimum, she may know...

...what our rival is making in the factory,
how it's manipulating Maple.

If it recreates this in other cities...

...countless people will suffer.

- Right now I only care about one person.
- I'm gonna take first swing at this.

- All right?
- You get 10 minutes.

I'm warning you,
the police will come looking for me.

I wouldn't bet on it.

I'd introduce myself
but you already know us.

What did you do with Sameen?

- Who?
- You know...

...little firecracker, brown hair.

I don't know who you mean.

I hope you've got a good physical therapist
in town.

I don't know anything. I do what I'm told.
I follow the instructions.

What instructions?

E-mails telling me where to go...

...what to say, places to leave things,
find other things.

I do what I'm told, I get
to live a nice life.

If I don't...

They'd kill you.

My real name is Maryann Holst.

Six months ago, I was working at a CVS
in Pittsburgh.

I had a heart attack.

I woke up with a new pacemaker
at the Maple hospital.

A blonde woman told me I'd been
given a new job, a second chance...

...but I don't know anything.

REESE:
You're a good liar.

But I'm losing my patience now.

And you don't want me to turn you over
to my colleague here.

FINCH:
She's telling the truth.

Maryann Holst officially died in Pittsburgh
six months ago.

- It's her.
- It doesn't matter, she's an agent now.

I'll put you on a private line.

John, you cannot allow Samantha
to take over the interrogation.

It will lead to the torture and murder
of a woman who may well be innocent.

Even if she was just obeying orders,
she's responsible.

Our friend is gone.

I feel Sameen's loss as acutely as you
but we can't become monsters.

Thompson is hiding something.
And if I can't get it out of her...

...she can.

My ears are burning.

Do I get to come out and play?

Please let me try. Please.

[PHONE BEEPS]

Ms. Thompson, the transponders
you make at the factory, what do they do?

I don't know. I swear to God.

Why did your supervisors
turn the town on its head?

What is the goal?

I think they wanna make people happy.

I've given so many people
new jobs at the factory.

Jobs they're suited to.
Everyone is so happy.

What about Dr. Haskell
and the dead mayor? I doubt they're happy.

The blonde woman told me:

"A few must be displaced,
so that the majority may thrive."

Everyone rewarded
according to their abilities.

- But the things we saw today...
- There have been some recent changes.

Mason shooting that poor man.

Things have fallen out of balance
like we're being punished.

It isn't punishment.

It's studying us.

Our enemy hasn't had the time
to learn the intricacies of human nature.

So it's turned Maple
into its own little ant farm.

It took a broken town
and rearranged the populous.

First, it made things perfect.

Then it decided to see what happens
if you shake the ant farm.

I promise.
I never meant for anyone to get hurt.

It's not good enough. She's our only lead.

But she doesn't know anything.

I haven't asked her yet.

Your people used this on our friend.

[DRILL WHIRRING
AND THOMPSON GASPS]

- Where is she?
- John, you have to stop her.

- Thompson is a puppet.
- Thompson's lying. She knows something.

We are not beasts.

A little beastliness
is just the thing now and then.

Ah! I saw her. I saw the brunette woman.
Please don't do this.

- Where?
- They were taking her into the factory.

I can help you, I can help you get inside.

I'm sorry that I lied. I
had to, they'll kill me.

Thank you for telling us.

Honesty is always the best policy.

[DRILL WHIRRING
AND THOMPSON SCREAMS]

John.

[THOMPSON SCREAMING]

Final question.

You lie, this goes in your skull.

When you saw our friend...

...was she alive?

Yes.

FUSCO: Doesn't matter what happened
or what you saw.

You broke into his house.

He fired shots because he thought his life was
in danger. That's all the DA's gonna hear.

- There's a kill room in that house.
- If it still exists, good luck getting a warrant.

If you hadn't shot up the basement, maybe I
would have gotten a confession out of him.

- I saved your ass.
- I don't need you to save me.

I couldn't stand to lose someone today.

Listen,
I went through the Missing Person cases...

...and saw one other cop
pull those files last year.

Bill Buchanan from Jersey City Police.

Then he went home and took
a carbon monoxide nap in his garage.

Maybe Billy made the same connections
we did and got a little too close.

So Weiss made him disappear.

He might wanna do the same to us.

I hope he tries.

ROOT:
Here we go.

Remember, one false move, you're dead.

So have fun.

- Evening, Ms. Thompson.
- Hello, Dave.

What brings you around so late?

Just giving my cousins a tour.

Of course.

Welcome to Carrow.

[BEEP]

THOMPSON:
The security suite is in here.

- My password is...
- Unnecessary.

We'll have to move quickly
after I shut down the cameras and alarms.

THOMPSON:
It's just a skeleton crew tonight.

It's not them I'm worried about.

Microdots.

Invisible GPS trackers probably.

They are transponders.

Stick these on your tech equipment,
your kid's backpack, your keys.

Carrow will keep track of it all.

That sounds useful, right?

Samaritan will have constant location data
on everything.

But it wouldn't have brought Shaw here
to put a tracker on her.

Where did they take her?

There, but I don't have access.
That area is classified.

- You're on your own from here.
- When the shooting starts, duck.

It's polite to knock.

FUSCO:
Hey, Weiss.

You're gonna make it look like
she hung herself. Cute.

I swear I never get caught.

Yeah, well you're gonna have to
break that promise.

WEISS:
No, I don't think so.

Unh!

Here come the fireworks.

ROOT: Today's not the day to screw with us.
You get one chance to run.

Time's up.

REESE: You try to be nice and this is
what happens. Come on, Ms. Thompson.

This is the factory's real project.

These are neural implants to prevent
seizures in people with epilepsy...

...or brain damage.

Look here.

REESE:
Transponder.

ROOT: The implants can relay information
to Samaritan.

Watching the people in Maple isn't enough.

It wants to study us
on an electrochemical level.

They're gonna stick one of these in Shaw.

We really are just pets to it.

REESE:
Pets don't carry guns. Come on.

MAN:
Please don't shoot.

[GUNSHOT AND MAN SCREAMS]

ROOT Look.

Sameen?

John, Samantha...

...the blood from the truck...

...the test came back.

It isn't Sameen's.

Please let me go home.

Who are you?

Delia Jones.

You were in the truck?

It was you the whole time?

Have there been any patients here
in the past three days?

No, just her.

We followed the wrong clues, Finch.

Why was Delia at the Stock Exchange?

She was a secretary there.

She must have been shot in the firefight.

They got rid of the witnesses
but it seems they've brought Delia here...

...to test the neural implant.

REESE: Root?
- Your friend left.

[GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE]

She found the reinforcements.

We have to take Delia with us.

THOMPSON:
I need to stay behind.

I'm quitting my job.

Well, good luck. And when
they track you down, remember this...

...by taking orders without question,
you've destroyed this town.

You deserve what's coming to you.

They'll try to turn the cameras back on,
hide your face.

[GUNFIRE]

[MAN 1 GROANING]

[GUNFIRE]

Root.

[MAN 2 GROANING]

Root?

[GUNSHOTS]

REESE: Good timing.
ROOT: Let's get out of here.

[BLEEPING]

Hey.

Thanks for saving my ass.

See, that's how you show proper gratitude.

You Okay?

It's my first kill.

I had to.

They ruled it a good shooting but...

...I got assigned mandatory counseling.

Hey, you stopped the killer.
You saved Marcus.

He's gonna testify against the 280 gang.

Today's a good day.

You're a real terror.

You remind me of a friend.

Couple of friends actually.

You're gonna see a lot of death.

Heroics ain't a job you carry easy.

REESE: Dr. Enright is keeping an eye
on Delia at the safe house.

I've prepared a cover for her
once she's healed.

She'll have to hide.

What about Maple?

The factory has closed.
Samaritan is pulling out.

Maple may fall apart.

People there will have to learn
to fend for themselves again.

- I sent you for nothing, I'm sorry.
- We saved people, Finch.

Shaw would be proud.

And she'd understand what we have to do.

Root might not, though.

Good luck.

She knows.

The machine must know where Shaw is
and if she's alive but...

...she won't tell me.

Miss Groves...

...our only lead brought us
to the brink of disaster.

You and John came perilously close
to being discovered.

I care about her deeply.

But if only for our own sake,
we have to let her go.

You gave up on her days ago.

You really think she's dead.

I wanna hold out hope.

But hope is painful.

We may never find her.

We need an answer.

I need an answer
if Sameen is alive or if she's dead.

Please help us.

Please.

[BLEEPING]

[PHONE RINGING]

[INDISTINCT DIALOGUE OVER PHONE]

Harold, what's she saying?

AUTOMATED VOICES:
Sierra, Tango, Oscar, Papa.

- Sierra, Tango, Oscar, Papa.
- Stop.

Sierra, Tango, Oscar...

The machine is asking us
to stop looking for her.

Perhaps the machine does know,
perhaps it has a plan.

But...

...for our own survival, our sanity...

...I believe we must reconcile ourselves
with never knowing the truth.

Otherwise, our pursuit of it
will consume us entirely.

Goodbye, Harold.

If this is the afterlife...

...it sucks.

I sincerely hope you manage
to get some rest, my dear Sameen.

You're going to need it.

[English - US - SDH]