Person of Interest シーズン１ 第1話
John: When you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different. Someone better. When that person is taken from you…What do you become then?
Passenger: Whatever he wants to do, you know?
[Grunts]
Anton: What? Hmm? Where’d you get that, in a cereal box? Huh? You wanna see a real gun? Forget you.
Man: Every little punk is carrying now, Anton. That’s why your father wanted us to take the car home.
Anton: Relax. We’re picking up new hardware next week. Restore a little order. Besides, when we take the car, we don’t get to meet new friends. Like this guy.
[Chuckles]
Anton: You didn’t bring enough for the whole group. I have to teach you about sharing.
Man: Aah!
[they are all defeated by John]
[In the NYPD]
Carter: I’ll need a statement from the bum. What hospital did they take him to?
Uniform: He declined treatment. We got video on it, though.
[interrogation room]
Carter: You know, you could have done me a favor and let those guys land a couple more punches. Question for you. Looking at that tape, I’d say you spent some time in the service. But you don’t learn how to fight like that in the regular army. So what were you, special forces? Delta? I’m Carter. You didn’t give us a name.
John: You know, it’s funny. Seems like the only time you need a name now is when you’re in trouble. So am I in trouble?
Carter: I don’t know, you tell me. You’re the one living on the street.
[a big sigh]
Carter: Yeah, making that transition back can be tough. Some guys I knew got a little lost, needed a little help adjusting. You need some help?
[John takes a sip]
Carter: Of course, some other guys I knew, they’d done so many evil things, they felt like they needed the punishment. That sound more like your story? Excuse me for a second.
[Carter leaving the room]
Lawyer: I’m here for my client.
CSI: Wow. Wow, wow. Your guy’s prints were found in half a dozen crime scenes over the years. Open warrants in four different countries. Who you got down there, Carter, the angel of death?
[outside the NYPD precinct]
John: I appreciate the help, counselor. But who’s picking up… the tab?
Man: Our employer wants to have a word with you.
[Distant sirens blare]
[Radio static, overlapping conversations]
John: Do I owe you money? ‘Cause I’m, uh…running a little short at the moment.
Finch: You don’t owe me anything, Mr. Reese. That’s the name you prefer, isn’t it? I know you’ve had several. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell anybody about you.
John: You don’t know anything about me.
Finch: I know exactly everything about you, Mr. Reese. I know about the work you used to do for the government. I know about the doubts you came to have about that work. I know that the government, along with everybody else, thinks you’re dead. I know you’ve spent the last couple of months trying to drink yourself to death. I know you’re contemplating more efficient ways to do it. So you see, knowledge is not my problem. Doing something with that knowledge…that’s where you’d come in. And you can call me Mr. Finch. I think you and I can help one another. I don’t think you need a psychiatrist or a support group, or pills…
John: What do I need?
Finch: You need a purpose. More specifically, you need a job.
[scene changes, they get out from a car]
Finch: Eight million people. You know what they all have in common? None of them knows what happens next. Someone is murdered in New York City every 18 hours. At the end of the day, one of these people will be gone.
John: Bad things happen to people every day. You can’t stop that.
Finch: What if you could? Not the things that happen in the heat of the moment. But so many crimes are planned days, weeks in advance. What if you could stop those? I’ve got a list. A list of people who are about to be involved in very bad situations, murder, kidnappings. The people that are on my list, they have no idea that anything’s about to happen to them. Most of them are just ordinary people like her.
Diane: Thank you.
Finch: Her name is Diane Hansen, and this week she’s at the top of my list. I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen or what her role in it is. She might be the victim. She could be the perpetrator. All I know is that she’s involved. I want you to follow her, figure out what’s gonna happen, and stop it from happening. So what do you think?
John: I think you’re a bored rich guy. I think that woman’s probably your ex-wife or someone you rode in an elevator with once. And either way, I think I’m done.
[Radio static, overlapping conversations]
[Hotel room, John shaving, TV sounds coming out]
TV: Tonight, police are looking for a homeless man for further questioning. The unidentified man was originally believed to be the victim of a violent assault on the subway. But now police consider the man a person of interest in a number of crimes nationwide.
[Samurai fighting on TV]
John: Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong? Jess, what’s wrong?
[Telephone ringing]
Finch: You need to understand, Mr. Reese, the information I have is incomplete, but it’s never wrong. You need to know what it would be like to be forced to listen to someone get murder, and not be able to do anything about it.
[Phone hangs up]
[Woman screaming]
[Glass shatters, furniture thuds]
[Voice on speaker]
Man on Record: …One three eight dot seven X-ray. 12 August 2008. 1:37 A.M.
Finch: Too late. This recording is three years old. A woman was murdered in this room by her husband. For the insurance. You were too late for her. Just like you were too late for your friend Jessica. You were halfway around the world when she was killed.
John: What the hell do you know about it?
Finch: It’s the truth. You left the government because they lied to you–I never will. I think all you ever wanted to do was protect people.
John: It’s a wire-tap recording. NSA or FISA. Government. But you’re not government.
Finch: No, I’m not. I guess you could call me…. a concerned third party. You couldn’t have saved this woman…or your friend. But you could have if you had have known in time. And that’s the other thing I’m offering you, a chance to be there in time. It’s not too late for her. You could help me stop what’s about to happen. The question is, will you?
[Opening title]
John: What is this place?
Finch: The decline of Western civilization. The city closed half its libraries. Budget cuts. This building was sold to a bank that I control, which promptly declared bankruptcy. So the property’s in a kind of limbo. It doesn’t exist.
John: Neither do you. I did a little digging.
Finch: I recognize, Mr. Reese, that there’s a disparity between how much I know about you and how much you know about me. I know you’ll be trying to close that gap as quickly as possible. But I should tell you I’m a really private person.
[driver’s license on the table]
Finch: Drivers licenses… Credit cards. Six cover identities. Funds to be replenished through a proxy corporation. Just like when you were with the agency.
John: When I was with the agency I knew who was picking up the tab. This is your list? THE list?
Finch: Yeah.
John: But you don’t get names, do you? These are social security numbers. And each of them map out to a violent crime. And all of these numbers represent…
Finch: Lost chances.
John: I could be a lot more help to you if you just tell me where you’re getting these numbers.
Finch: It doesn’t really matter where I get the numbers. What you need to know is that the next number that’s up is hers.
[Outside, following Diane]
Finch: Diane Hansen. Grew up in Detroit. Moved to the city after law school. Single.
John: Does she have any enemies?
Finch: One or two. She’s an assistant district attorney. Best conviction record in her department.
John: We have no idea when this bad thing might happen, huh?
Finch: Could be in a week. Could be five minutes. That’s why we need to learn as much as we can about her. How do you intend to begin?
John: The slow way, cultivate a relationship… to allow you to earn the asset’s trust.
Finch: And the fast way?
John: First, you break into their home and go through all their stuff. Email, financial records, personal effects. [Computer beeping rapidly] Then you hack into their cell phone. As long as it’s charged and has signal, you can use the GPS to track them. You can use the microphone to listen into their conversations whether they’re talking on the phone or not.
Diane: Hi, mom. I’m sorry I haven’t called you back…
John: Third step–You need picture, a wireless camera, and you can keep an eye on them from anywhere.
Diane: I know you’re worried. I know. I’m fine. It is a tough job, but I can look after myself. You know that.
John: She’s tough, but she’s scared about something. Given Hansen’s job, we’ve got hundreds of people who could be holding a grudge. I cut the list to two. The first is Wheeler, her co-counselor.
[In court]
John: They dated for a few months last year. She broke things off.
Boyfriend: You got time to talk? Maybe I can buy you dinner.
Diane: I’m busy. Another time?
Boyfriend: Is something wrong? I’ve been noticing lately–
Diane: No, I’m fine, thank you. Thanks.
John: And 40% of murder involves some kind of romantic relationship. Wheeler’s divorced. One kid. Partial custody, alimony. Career stalled.
[Point at the picture on the wall]
John: The second person I’m looking into is Lawrence Pope. The man Hansen is currently prosecuting. Pope’s on trial for killing his friends in a drug deal gone bad. Stole $1/2 million in cash. Pope’s gang may be targeting her for reprisal.
Fusco: When we got there, the scene was colorful. Five dead. One of them had managed to crawl ten feet to a phone to dial 911.
Diane: Detective Fusco, when you interviewed Mr. Pope, what did he tell you in his defense?
Fusco: He said that if he’d have shot the poor bastard, he would have shot him in the head, quote, “Same as I always do,” unquote. He said he wouldn’t have left him there, half-dead, blubbering for his girlfriend.
Diane: No more questions, your honor.
[In the hall]
Diane: Detective…you went a little off script in your testimony. You never told me about that conversation, and it could clear Pope’s name.
Fusco: What’s it matter? We got the guy.
Diane: Well, it matters because it’s my job to make absolutely sure that the wrong people don’t go to jail, do you remember?
Fusco: Excuse me, I thought we were on the same team.
John: Something’s gone wrong with her case.
Finch: Hansen’s on the move. She’s phoning county lockup, arranging a meeting with Pope…Alone.
Pope: Isn’t my lawyer supposed to be here for this?
Diane: I can call him if you want, but the reason I’m here is I don’t think you murdered those people. I think somebody else was in the house when that 911 call was made. Somebody who told you what was said, which means you weren’t there. Is it somebody you’re trying to protect?
Pope: You gonna help me? Is that it?
Diane: The person who knows what happened that night must be somebody you care about. Is it your younger brother Michael?
John: Pope’s got a brother. It’s in his case file.
Finch: Got it.
Diane: Did he see the real killers?
Pope: You should leave this alone, lady. I can do the time. These people are evil, killing when they want. And they’re protected from on high. You keep asking questions, they’ll kill me and my brother, and probably you too.
Diane: Whoever these people are, you can trust me. We’ll take care of you and your brother. If the killers are out there, I’m gonna find them, whether you help me or not. It’s my job. Now, why don’t you–
Pope: Bitch, you keep your damn mouth shut, or I’ll shut it for you!
[Cell door buzzes]
Diane: I’m fine.
John: Okay. She’s okay. She’s okay. Finch, you were right about Hansen. Whoever framed Pope will be coming after her, and only Pope’s brother Michael knows who they are.
[Back to John’s past]
Jessica: Hi, mom, it’s Jessica. I’m just down in Mexico with Cindy, and I’ll be back tomorrow. Okay? Talk soon. Bye.
John: Cindy?
Jessica: Yeah.
John: Do I look like a Cindy?
Jessica: Yeah.
[Chuckles]
Jessica: I didn’t tell her about us yet.
John: It’s been six months.
Jessica: I wish this weekend could go on forever.
John: It already has. It’s Tuesday.
Jessica: Yes, which means that you have to go back to the base, and I’m not gonna see you again for two weeks, which I hate.
John: Then ask me to stay, and I will. I’ll quit. I’ll quit.
Jessica: Okay.
John: I’ll quit.
Jessica: Then quit.
John: I already did.
Jessica: What?
John: Yeah. I didn’t want to take the chance that you wouldn’t be here when I got back.
[Laughing]
John: But first, we need some more Tequila.
[Jess turns on TV and gets up]
John: Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong? Jess…What’s wrong?
Jessica: Uh, it’s New York. I don’t know. I don’t know. Something’s happened this morning.
John: Is it a plane crash?
Jessica: I think it’s two. I think it’s two planes.
[Man continues in Spanish]
[Radio static, overlapping conversations]
Diane: All right, thanks.
Hanson: You went to see Pope last night?
Diane: Yeah. I gave him one more chance to turn in his accomplice, cut a deal.
Hanson: He give you anything?
Diane: No. As usual. I’m, uh– I’m late.
John: She’s trying to track down Pope’s brother Michael. He can ID the real killers.
Finch: And she’s stonewalling Wheeler. What, does she think he’s involved? Remember, Pope said they were protected from on high.
John: Wait a second. Turns out there’s a good reason she doesn’t trust Wheeler. He might be working with the killers. And they’re after Michael Pope. We better get to this kid before someone else does.
[Radio static, overlapping conversations]
[School bell rings]
John: Michael…Can I talk to you for a second?
[Michael runs away, John follows]
John: I’ve got a message from your brother.
Michael: You don’t know my brother.
John: Not exactly. But I know what you saw. I’m not the only one looking for you. You need to come with me.
Michael: Hey! Hey, help me. Hey, this man is trying to put me in a taxicab with him! He’s trying to take pictures of me.
Construction guy: What’s going on?
John: How you doing?
Finch: Michael Pope’s still on the subway. When he comes up for air, you can use the GPS on your phone to find him.
John: If Pope’s right about these guys, I’m gonna need a hell of a lot more than a cell phone.
Finch: About that, I don’t like firearms very much.
John: Well, neither do I, but if someone has to have them, I’d rather it was me. Besides, my friend from the subway has a line on some. Lightly used. Steep discount.
[Hip-hop music] ♪ ♪
Anton: Pop, what about this one?
Pop: Are you planning on buying that one?
Anton: I was just showing it to–
Pop: Put it back on the table before somebody else kicks your ass.
John: Have you guys seen the men’s room? Hey, Anton. Good to see you again.
Pop: You know this guy?
John: Wow, that’s some pretty serious equipment. Have you guys taken a safety course? Take you, for instance.
You’re holding that thing sideways. You can’t aim it, and two, it’ll eject a shell casing right into your face. See?
[gunshot]
[Screams]
[Men groaning]
John: I’m gonna hold on to these while you guys get some more practice. Have a nice day.
Pop: Who the hell was that?
Finch: Reese? I got a signal from your phone.
John: Tell me you found Michael Pope. He’s the only one who knows who’s coming after Hansen.
Finch: I found him, but somebody else found him first. Listen.
Stills: Oh, Mikey. You were gonna tell him all about us, weren’t you? Hmm? (to the driver) Head uptown.
Finch: Are you hearing this?
John: 97th and Riverside. Step on it.
Stills: We’re gonna put a couple in the back of his head. Make it look like a gang thing.
Finch: You gotta do something.
John: Relax. I’m on it. Keep the change.
[Tense music] ♪ ♪ Gun shots, John drags Michael out of the car]
Michael: You’re crazy. We’re both dead now. Do you know who they are?
John: I do now. Cops. Come on.
[On surveillance]
John: What exactly have you gotten me into?
Finch: I don’t know. That’s the whole point. I hired you to help me figure that out.
John: Here. I think we’re up against a group of corrupt cops. Stills is narcotics. Him and his men get word of deals. They steal the drugs, the cash, and they kill all the witnesses.
Finch: And they get Fusco to frame up guys like Lawrence Pope for the murders.
John: Exactly. I think their next target is Hansen. But I don’t know for certain. Hell, I don’t know anything for certain, because you won’t tell me where you’re getting your information.
Finch: When the towers came down, you were in a hotel in Mexico. I was here. I was working. Didn’t even know about the attacks until that evening. You see, Mr. Reese, until that day, I had spent the better part of my life making myself very rich. Suddenly all that money didn’t seem to amount to much. After the attacks, the government gave itself the power to read every email, listen to every cell phone, but they needed something that could sort through it all, something that could pick the terrorists out of the general population before they could act. The public wanted to be protected. They just didn’t want to know how they were being protected. So when they finally got a system that worked, they kept it secret.
John: So how do you know about it?
Finch: I built it. But there was a problem with this machine. I had built it to prevent the next 9/11. But it was seeing all sorts of crimes. So I had to teach the machine to divide the things it saw into two lists: Relevant and irrelevant. Events that would cause massive loss of life were relevant, so those would be passed along to the NSA or the FBI.
John: And the irrelevant information?
Finch: Every night at midnight, the machine erases it. It was only later that I realized my mistake. That irrelevant list… was eating away at me.
John: So where’s the machine now?
Finch: What, the drives? Who knows? Government facility somewhere. But the machine? The machine is everywhere. Watching us with 10,000 eyes. Listening with a million ears.
Man: What did I tell you about sending email?
Woman: Three weeks, you could practically move in.
Man: Never put anything in an email you cannot own.
John: You gave yourself a way to communicate with it?
Finch: I was building the government a tool of unimaginable power. I thought maybe an off switch would come in handy. So I built myself a back door into it.
John: To access the irrelevant list.
Finch: Just a social security number. If anyone ever found out, I’d lose access so…Nine digits, that’s all we get.
John: And we have no idea why it picked Diane Hansen.
Finch: It wouldn’t be steering us toward her if it wasn’t seeing something.
John: But I don’t know if I can protect Hansen. I can’t see the whole picture.
Finch: I offered you a job, Mr. Reese. I never said it would be easy.
[NYPD]
Detective: Hey, Carter.
Carter: Yeah?
Detective: You hear about your pal Anton?
Carter: No.
Detective: Him and his father tried to buy some gun. Wound up getting shot with their own merchandise.
Carter: Are they dead?
Detective: Nope. Embarrassed enough, they got taken out by one guy, in a suit.
[Static, overlapping voices]
[Buzzer]
Finch: Reese? I have bad news. Lawrence Pope was stabbed to death last night in his cell.
John: What?
Finch: They’re trying to cover their tracks.
John: Hansen must be next.
[Phone rings]
On phone: You wanted to meet? Remsen and Avenue D in Canarsie. 20 minutes.
John: Finch. It’s happening now.
[Dramatic music] ♪ ♪
Diane: Hello? Are you here? Hello? Hello? Are you gonna keep me waiting, Stills? We don’t have time for this.
Stills: What’s your problem? Pope is dead.
Diane: The problem is Wheeler. You idiot, he knows. He knows about Pope and– and maybe even some of the others. I can take care of the files at the office, but you have to take care of Wheeler. Tonight.
Fusco: Hey, look what I found. We got ourselves a groupie. Heavily armed, too.
Stills: You know this guy?
Diane: No.
Stills: You’re not law enforcement. Cartel finally grow some stones? Send somebody to take care of us? Who the hell are you?
John: Concerned… Third party?
Diane: Take care of him. And, uh, get rid of Wheeler tonight. Make it look clean. Hey, Stills. You screw this up, I won’t let it get to me. I’ll take care of you just like I took care of Pope. I can look after myself. You know that.
[Rumbling]
John: Nice spot.
Fusco: It’s Oyster Bay. Glad you like it. You’re gonna be here a long, long time.
John: I’m curious. Was there a point where you knew you’d become a bad guy?
Fusco: Woke up one morning, realized I was paid to guard a bunch of jerks from Wall Street who were robbing everybody blind. They’re stealing more than my annual salary in an afternoon. So I said, “What the hell”.
John: I don’t believe you. See, I’ve been watching you, Lionel. Your heart’s not really into it. Now, Stills, he does it for money. But I think you do it because you’re loyal.
Fusco: What’s the difference?
John: It’s why I’m gonna let you live.
[Laughing]
[Chuckles]
John: Yeah, I’m considering sticking around New York for a while. If I do, I’m gonna need someone on the inside, and you might come in handy.
Fusco: Ah, so I’m working for you now, huh?
John: That’s right. But I’ve got two rules. One, you so much as hurt anybody, and I’ll kill you. I don’t particularly like kill people, but I’m very good at it. And two…You have to be more careful. For instance, if you’re gonna put someone in the backseat of your car, you have to search them properly.
[Intense music] ♪ ♪
[Yells]
Fusco: No, please. What are you doing?
John: You have your vest on, officer?
Fusco: Yeah.
[gunshots] [Groaning]
Finch: Where the hell have you–
John: There’s no time. We were wrong. Hansen isn’t the target. She’s the ringleader. They’re going after Wheeler. Tonight.
[Engine turning over]
[Dramatic music] ♪ ♪
Man: Yo. Wheeler’s up there. He heads to the gym most nights. I got Doyle upstairs staking him out. The place is a dump. There’s no doorman, no cameras, nobody. We’ll take him in the lobby.
Stills: As soon as it’s done, we take the shooter out. Give him a block and then take him out. Head shots this time, you understand?
Man: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Stills: Get our friend out of the trunk.
Man: Who is this guy?
Stills: Some ex-con Wheeler put away.
[Inside the lobby]
Stills: Azarello, lights. Doyle, talk to me.
Doyle: He’s coming out now.
Hanson: Come on, Henry, let’s go.
Doyle: Wait.
Hanson: Show me that basketball of yours. Let’s go, come on.
Doyle: Damn, he’s got his kid with him.
Stills: What a waste.
Hanson: Henry, watch out.
Stills: You’re about to kill a man…and his son.
Man: Please. Please don’t do this.
John: Drop your weapon.
[gun clatters]
[Intense music] ♪ ♪
Hanson: That isn’t true actually. If you keep working on it, if you keep throwing the ball like that, you’ll be able to throw that fast.
Son: Really?
Hanson: Absolutely.
[Hanson and his son leave]
John: Let him go.
Stills: I can’t do that. I let him go, my friends and I go to jail.
[gunshot] [Groans]
John: Drag your friend outside and take him to the hospital. Right now.
Stills: I think I kill you and your friend here. Make it look like you kill each other. Then, just because you pissed me off…I’m gonna kill your family, and all your friends.
John: I don’t have any friends. I don’t have any family left either. Went around the world looking for bad guys. But there were plenty of you right here all along.
[gunshots]
Lawyer: So now, essentially, you’re telling us you couldn’t see what was happening in the parking lot at all. I’m done, your honor.
Judge: Ms. Hansen? The state isn’t paying you by the hour, counselor.
Diane: Why don’t we have the defendant tell you in her own words? Let’s listen to the 911 call she made.
Tape recording: And hey, take care of Wheeler. Tonight. Make it look clean. And Stills? You screw this up, I won’t let it get to me. I’ll take care of you just like I took care of Pope. I can look after myself. You know that.
[Dramatic music] ♪ ♪ [Groans]
[NYPD Parking lot]
John: You ready to get to work, officer?
Fusco: I’m no good to you. I’m dead. Just a matter of time before the gangs get me. Or I.A.
John: No one knows you’re involved. I took care of that. Besides, they’ll be too busy looking for Stills. The police will think he’s run for it. The gangs and the mob will think he’s gone Witness Protection.
Fusco: Is that where he is, Witness Protection?
John: No, Lionel. He’s in the trunk. Only problem is, uh… Um… I had to shoot him with your gun. And you’d have a hard time explaining that one, so….you’ll be taking another trip. And I’m not coming along this time.
Fusco: Where am I going?
John: Oyster Bay. Where no one’s gonna find him for a long, long time. I’ll be in touch.
[Engine turning over]
Finch: You have a decision to make.
John: The machine gave you another number.
Finch: The numbers never stop coming. You should know that up front.
John: Why me?
Finch: I’ve been watching you for a long time, John. We have more in common than you might think. The world thinks we’re both dead, for starters.
John: You programmed the machine to delete those irrelevant numbers. Now you’re trying to save them. What changed your mind?
Finch: Let’s just say you’re not the only one that’s lost someone. If you wanna leave, I’ll give you enough money to get as far as you need. Disappear.
John: And if I stay?
Finch: Sooner or later both of us’ll probably wind up dead. Actually dead this time. I said I’d tell you the truth. Didn’t say you’d like it.
[Downtown]
Carter: Start talking, officer.
Officer: You think I’m gonna rat on my friends?
Carter: Please. You can tell the D.A. all about your crooked pals. I wanna know about him. The guy who came after you.
Officer: I don’t know anything. It was just some guy alone in a suit.
Carter: Yeah, well, you’re gonna tell me everything that you don’t know about him and where I can find him.
[Suspenseful music] ♪ ♪