Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 5, Episode 4 - 6,741 - full transcript

A little more irrigation, please.
Soon you'll forget it's even there.
You might feel a tiny pinch.
Almost done.
Got my German Shepherd chipped.
Had a nasty habit of jumping the fence.
I'm afraid this attack dog is slightly more advanced.
Fortunately for us, so is our chip.
I should hope so.
Ms. Shaw has killed six of my men in the last nine months.
Just stitching up now.
It appears the operation has been a success.
Sir, implanting an electronic microchip
this close to her brain stem is incredibly risky--
Thank you, Doctor.
I expect Ms. Shaw to be much more accommodating
from here on out.
Time to begin phase two.
Hi.
I'm Stewart.
You have beautiful eyes
and gray matter.
If I was a zombie--
A little humor to break the ice.
Shall we?
Do you remember the first time
you realized there was something
greater than yourself?
Some people never experience this state of grace.
Not everyone is meant to,
but you merely have to ask,
and we can show you the face of a god,
or we can wipe your slate clean.
Which one will it be, Sameen?
The choice is yours.
We'll start by asking you a few questions.
Do you remember your name, your mission?
What about the names of your Machine's acolytes?
They've compressed the Machine to its core code,
hiding it somewhere.
Where would they go?
Nothing.
I think that chip fried her brain.
There was a park you played in as a girl
on the base in Qatar.
The playground had a roundabout.
The other kids loved to spin,
but you got sick,
so sick it made you angry.
One day you forced yourself to spin
from sunup to sundown.
How many times did you retch that day?
There isn't much that gets a rise out of you, is there?
All right, then, let's play a game.
Joseph Kent, firefighter.
He pulled you out of the twisted wreckage
that claimed your father's life.
Tell me, is Kent dead or alive?
Dead.
Multiple myeloma, rare bone cancer.
Sadly, not rare enough.
Dead or alive?
Come on, take a look.
Agent Cole,
your old partner, dead.
Mm.
I'm starting to see a pattern.
Dead...
or...
alive?
Did you come up
with this game all by yourself,
or did it tell you to bore me to death?
Well, if it were up to me,
I'd have abandoned you long ago
like your so-called friends.
First thing I'm gonna do
when I get out of these straps...
is make you bleed.
Promises, promises.
Afraid our chip didn't take.
How should we proceed?
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Our pet goes under the knife again.
And if she becomes a slobbering vegetable?
A little brain damage is a small price to pay
if we can turn Ms. Shaw into a valuable asset.
Sameen! Sameen!
- Stop it. - Stop resisting!
Hold still.
I think she wet herself.
What a mess.
I thought she was a killer.
Perhaps you over-sedated her.
Doesn't matter.
Even if Shaw becomes a team player
after her next visit to the OR,
her bladder issues will be the least of her problems.
Surgery waits for no man.
Have a seat.
My men will be waiting as soon as the door opens.
I'm counting on it.
The average person
swallows 2,000 times a day.
Now, it's a good thing you're not average,
'cause this much BZD
could stop your heart.
Now let's play a game.
Dead or alive?
Alive. Well, what do you know?
Now that's what I call being a team player.
Hey!
No, no, no.
You gotta be kidding me.
Okay, I'm gonna have to borrow your boat.
Thanks for the parting gift.
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Can I, uh-- can I help you find anything?
Move along, Milhouse.
The patient is ready for you, Doctor.
Hey, Milhouse.
Oh, my God. Are you okay?
Dandy. Thanks for asking.
I just need to use your phone.
Oh, come on, man, today.
Bobby. Bobby what?
Jackson.
Bobby Jackson. Yeah.
Okay, Bobby Jackson, you'll do.
Customer service. How can we help you today?
Uh, yeah, hi, I'm calling
from the City Square Pharmacy on 24th Street.
There's a homicide in progress.
I'm about to kill Bobby Jackson.
What?
Looks like your number's up.
Uh, yeah, hi, I'm calling
from the City Square Pharmacy on 24th Street.
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Okay, Bobby, stop that, all right?
Don't be such a wimp.
Bobby. Hey, hey.
Please, please don't kill me.
- I want to live, please. - Stop.
Stop wetting yourself, all right?
I'm not really gonna kill you.
I just needed to make it look good,
send up a flare for some friends.
They tend to show up at imminent murders.
But some other people might show up
before my friends do.
Now, you guys got a sporting goods section?
Uh...
Aisle five.
Batter up.
Ugh! Ah!
Go.
Ugh! Ah!
Ugh!
Drop it!
Looks like today's your lucky day.
Orders said to bring you back.
Didn't say to bring you back alive.
Ah!
Whoever's back there,
kick over your weapon,
and I'll let you keep full mobility.
Shaw.
Not a very friendly homecoming.
Thanks for saving my ass.
I can't believe it's you.
Shaw?
Shaw. Shaw!
Samaritan is definitely tracking her.
We can't take her back to the Machine.
I guess we're gonna have to do it here.
They got in my head.
Way ahead of you.
We've seen Samaritan's brain accessories before.
Let's get that chip out of your skull.
We're on a moving subway car
that's probably caked in rat crap.
Not the ideal operating theater.
Fugitives can't be choosers.
Brain surgery, medieval-style.
Awesome.
Remember how we first met?
You tried to burn me with an iron.
Fun, right?
Mm-hmm.
Maybe you'll like this too.
But it's probably gonna suck.
Just get this damn thing out of me.
Aah!
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We shouldn't throw caution to the wind.
Remember Martine told us Shaw had been turned.
She was lying.
Shaw's one of us.
We don't know what they did to her.
Where the hell did you take me?
You're at my place, sweetie.
Nice digs.
Wanna move in?
Someone else is excited you're back.
Woman's best friend.
Bear.
Oh, it's damn good to see you too, buddy.
Bear, leave her be.
The chip?
Removed and disabled.
They can't hurt you anymore.
I'll analyze the chip.
It may hold intel that could help the Machine.
So the Machine's still alive?
Alive and well.
Wanna take a field trip? Say hi?
I don't know.
If I step out of here, they could pick up the scent.
You're right to exercise caution.
We gotta get to Greer.
Cut off the dragon's head, the body will die.
A well thought-out plan takes time.
We haven't survived this long by virtue of rash decisions.
Yeah, 'cause actions aren't really your thing, huh?
Did you even look for me?
Of course we did.
Not hard enough.
We should go, John.
I trust you'll recover smoothly under Ms. Groves' care.
Left you, um,
some get-well whiskey in the bar.
I hope he didn't miss me too much.
I never stopped looking for you.
It's kind of cold in here.
Uh, yeah.
You're just, uh,
still recovering from surgery.
You should get under the covers.
Kinda left me hanging at the stock exchange.
Of course, you did save my life.
Maybe there's some way I can repay the favor?
I'm not really in the right mindset
for any of this.
Right.
You should get some rest.
Had a rough couple of days.
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You know, I'm not tired.
It's hard to imagine both of us...
making it out of this in one piece.
♪ do I move you ♪
Be a hell of a way to go.
♪ are you willing ♪
♪ do I groove you ♪
♪ is it thrilling ♪
Ah!
Guess you're in the mindset now.
♪ tell the truth now ♪
- ♪ do I move you ♪ - Shut up.
♪ the answer better be yes ♪
♪ sweet God almighty ♪
Oh!
That didn't suck.
Oh, there was plenty of sucking.
I already wanted to tear Samaritan apart,
turn it into an Atari.
That's too nice.
Scarred my beautiful girl.
Maybe a Casio.
All the scars are from before
when I worked relevant numbers with the ISA.
Samaritan's torture was more psychological.
And you never broke.
When I was training the with ISA,
they taught us if we were ever tortured
to take our mind somewhere else,
someplace safe.
Where did you go?
Nowhere.
The training was bull.
There was no safe place.
No escape.
Hey...
stay here with me.
Well, I couldn't stand you when we first met.
You wouldn't stop bugging me.
Uhh--
No.
No...
The chip is gone.
You're--
you're not in my head anymore.
Get out of my--
Sameen?
Are you okay?
I don't know.
Come back to bed.
We'll figure it out in the morning.
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Okay, I'll be right there.
Hey, baby.
Don't move a muscle.
I'm gonna go grab us some breakfast.
So what did you need to tell me so urgently?
Finch finished analyzing the chip.
It's a placebo.
If there's anything wrong with Shaw, it's not the chip.
Is she okay?
She's... behaving strangely.
We need to figure out what's going on with her.
If she's turned.
Shaw's not the enemy.
You have no idea what Samaritan put her through.
Or how it's changed her?
I won't hurt her.
Neither will you.
I'm not saying that.
Look, just... stay with her.
See if you can find out anything.
So I don't get it. You guys think that
I'm a double agent, or I'm a human bomb about to detonate?
- Sameen. - John's a professional dick,
but I can't believe that you don't trust me.
Wait, did--
Did you bug me?
I know you have been through things
that we can't imagine, but...
you don't have to be scared.
Scared? This has to end.
Now.
You know what? Screw this.
Excuse me.
Hi, honey.
Yeah, this is Sameen Shaw.
I know you're looking for me.
- So come and get me. - Hello? Who's this?
I'm taking the fight to Samaritan right now.
And I'm gonna destroy it once and for all.
We're not equipped for this hunting party.
We are now.
I brought a few extra party favors.
It's time we slay the dragon.
Or time we hit the road.
- Damn it. - Hands up!
Found our escapee, sir. We'll make it look clean.
Could've made it a little harder for us, though.
You know, I was thinking the exact same thing.
Can you triangulate a signal off his last call?
Let's reach out and touch his boss.
My dear Samaritan, have you relocated
Sameen Shaw or her associates?
Hey, Gramps.
- Ah! - Root!
You okay? Let's go.
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Everything all right, Sameen?
If you want to live, keep your mouth shut.
Please don't shoot.
I have no wish to make my final confession.
Why'd you bring us here, Finch?
Turns out this
is the best place to hide from a god.
This way, please.
It seems centuries-old stone acts as a natural Faraday cage.
At least we won't disturb the occupants.
- We should be safe here. - Hmm.
How unreasonably optimistic of you.
There's no hiding him, not for long.
So we don't hide him.
We kill him while we still have the chance.
We don't render final judgments, Ms. Groves.
Then we'll never win. Let's finish this now.
We need him alive.
Weren't you the one who said,
"Cut off the head, the dragon dies"?
Oh, Puff's head's gonna roll,
but not before he tells us how to defeat it.
I'm not the head of the beast, as you suggest.
There is no head.
As such, I'm irrelevant.
So, do with me what you will.
Torture, kill.
You know, I was hoping you'd say that.
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You had me strapped to a bed for nine months.
So now you're returning the favor.
It's retribution time, is it?
Well, that's the one thing we operatives are good at.
Afraid my days in MI6 are long gone.
Oh, but not your habits.
I knew a lot of guys like you. Hell, I was you.
And one of the qualities you all have in common--
you always have an out.
And you built the damn thing, so you must have an off switch.
Be a dear and wake me up
when you're done asking the same question.
How do you shut it down?
There's nothing in my lapel, John.
No, but you've got a kill switch in here somewhere.
You wouldn't trust anyone but yourself with it.
- There. - You find something?
Ms. Shaw, please.
Please, Sameen!
Whatever it is you're hiding,
it's wedged between your radius and your ulna.
A USB drive.
Didn't you say we're in a Faraday cage, Finch?
Let's plug it in.
The USB's heavily encrypted,
but I broke through long enough to get a glimpse
of a familiar code.
- So you know the code? - I know the author.
An old associate, Arthur Claypool,
Samaritan's forefather.
I believe this code is a kill switch.
A unique string of characters that will obliterate our rival
once this USB is plugged into a networked device.
But we won't know for sure until I crack this encryption.
So keep typing!
You should rest, Ms. Shaw.
Your...
My brain's been fried.
I'm sorry.
You're not the one who drilled into my head.
But maybe I could've helped to stop it.
You asked me if I even looked for you.
In my heart, I thought--
You thought I was dead.
I gave up on you.
And for that I am truly, truly sorry.
Well, if I'm gonna tackle this encryption,
I need to go to a more private place.
Ms. Shaw?
Sameen, what are you doing?
Sameen! Sameen?
Sameen, please, let go.
I'm sorry.
I just wanted to look at the drive.
It's all right, Ms. Shaw.
Like I said, you need some rest.
Ms. Groves,
let's get you a proper bandage.
And here I thought this might be my final resting place.
- What just happened? - I have no idea.
And neither does Ms. Shaw. Keep an eye on her.
You've been through a lot.
I'll keep watch. Get some shut-eye.
No.
Not till I kick this lousy AI's ass
off the face of the Earth.
Hard soles.
Flanking formation. Three, maybe four ops.
Guess nap time's over.
Keep Greer company. I'll be right back.
I appreciate your commitment to authenticity,
my dear Sameen,
but, uh, it's time to call off
this charade, don't you think?
I think you're lucky to be alive.
Yes, I am.
Mm-hmm, thanks to you.
You've almost completed your mission.
Everything is proceeding exactly as we planned.
We didn't plan anything.
Didn't we?
It was your idea to plant the USB in my arm.
Ingenious, really.
It is a kill switch,
only not the kind your friends are expecting.
Ah--
You lying bastard.
Ugh.
You planted another chip.
We didn't need a chip.
We broke you months ago.
No. I escaped.
Because we let you.
Now, be a good girl
and lead us to the Machine and the base of its operations.
Then we can all go home.
Ugh! Ah!
We're already in your head.
You couldn't hurt me even if you wanted to.
But you will have blood
on your hands when you murder
all of your friends.
Ah--
I took care of the operatives upstairs,
but more will show up soon.
Shaw, what did you do?
I killed the bastard.
They planned for us to find that USB.
Greer said it was a kill switch,
just not what we were expecting.
It was a trap.
I think it was a Trojan horse.
What if it signaled Samaritan when we plugged it
into some kind of network device?
They would know where Finch is,
the Machine, and they'd attack.
Come on.
Finch, do not plug the USB
into anything that is not air gapped.
I already did.
There was no other way to test it.
- What's wrong? - Damn it.
It's a beacon.
Samaritan knows where you are.
You need to get the hell out, fast.
John, we can't abandon the Machine.
I thought you'd say that.
We'll be there to back you up
as soon as we can.
This way.
Shaw, wait.
How did Greer know we were gonna capture him?
What?
He knew it.
That's why he created a trap and implanted a USB.
Somebody warned him.
You got something to say?
You better nut up and say it.
Did you warn him?
Not a chance in hell.
You good?
Yeah.
We gotta go, come on.
Something's wrong with you.
We're not going back to the Machine
until we talk this through.
Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee.
John, Sameen, are you all right?
What's going on?
I don't know what happened.
Samaritan ops, they came out of nowhere.
They got him.
John's dead.
No, this can't happen!
Shaw, you have to get out of there.
I'll come find you, bring you back.
You can't. You're hurt.
I am not ready to lose you again, Sameen.
Whatever happened, we'll fix it.
Just stay alive.
Don't.
No, please don't.
This way.
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I think we lost them.
We gotta get back to the Machine.
We need to be sure first.
Harold's alone, unprotected.
Don't worry.
I'll watch our tail.
You lead the way.
There's something I need to tell you
about Reese.
It can wait till we're home safe.
Follow me.
Where are you going?
We need to get back to Harold and the Machine.
I can't do this anymore.
I don't know who's controlling this.
Controlling what, sweetie?
Me.
I shot Reese.
And now I'm gonna kill you too.
So why haven't you?
Because somewhere...
in your sociopathic heart,
you know we belong together.
We'll work through this,
but first... I need to get you to safety.
But nothing's safe.
Do you know where we are?
What they did to me?
The torture?
I told you I couldn't escape it.
But when things got to be too bad...
there was one place I would go to in my mind.
Here...
with you.
You were my safe place.
But not anymore,
and I can't control myself.
So the only thing
I can control is this.
Sameen!
Sir, she blew her brains out again.
And she didn't lead us any closer
to the Machine's location.
It appears we still have a few wrinkles to iron out.
Good news-- she waited an extra hour
before she shot you.
How uplifting.
Shall we give it another go, sir?
Yes.
Start the simulation again.
Simulation 6,742.
How are you doing, Sameen?
We have all the time in the world, my dear Sameen.