The Best Person of Interest, Season 2, Episode 19 Quotes

Detective: Hey. I know you don't want to talk to me. But look, about Szymanski...
Joss: There's nothing to talk about. Unless you're ready to tell me the name of your CI who got him killed.

- Next time you want some fresh air...
- Pick a different spot.
- A friend once told me...
- In our line of work...
- We walk in the dark.
- Doesn't mean we have to walk in it alone.

Harold: Ms. Jacobs, how are you doing?
Monica: Oh, not bad, considering the company I devoted the last ten years of my life to is under Federal investigation. And, please, we breached firewalls together. Call me Monica.

Monica: Wait, so you're not an IT guy?
Harold: Not in any traditional sense.

- Looks like your talk with him didn't do the trick.
- That's a damn shame.
- We could promote him out of town.
- Desk job upstate.
- I always told Cal to be careful.
- Being a cop's a dangerous job.

- Oh, one small wrinkle.
- The breach of our encrypted network...
- Appears to be the work of a single individual.
- I shall do everything in my power to determine his identity...
- And render him irrelevant.
- Our larger operation is, of course, still on schedule.

- She's not allowed on the premises.
- Let's go.
- Up on the left.

- Strange. I followed her to the R&D floor.
- She's in the computer storage room.
- Appears to be looking for something.
- Reese: Like what?
- Finch: I'm not sure.

- On a job.
- When you're done, buy you a drink?
- Yeah, okay.
- I'm in Washington heights but could meet you back at the 8th.
- I I! Wait for you.
Donnie: Hey. Hey!

Monica: May I? This was one of my babies. Completely rebuilt the interface, disabled the portmapper.
Harold: Secondary authentication?
Monica: Added for access to the FTP and SNMP.
John: [Amused watching the tech talk] If you two would rather be alone...?

Harold: [Playing chess, Elias has removed some of his own pieces] Interesting strategy, Mr. Elias. Care to explain?
Carl: Trying to learn how to win at a disadvantage.
Harold: I assume we're talking about more than just chess. Rook and knight, valuable pieces. The Assistant District Attorney and Detective Szymanski. Their deaths benefited your enemy, Peter Yogorov.
Carl: That's very good, Harold.
Harold: And I'm in touch enough to know that a number of your associates inside have recently been transferred elsewhere.
[Looks at the board]
Harold: Who are you playing against? The Russians? HR?
Carl: A ghost. Someone I'd very much like to identify.
Harold: From the board, I'd say the outcome is a foregone conclusion.
Carl: Don't count me out just yet, Harold. I might have a few moves left.

- You will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we 7! Find you.
- Man 1: Justin Lee is dead, sir.
- She's started digging into the accident.
- And knowing her, she won't stop.
- Man 2: Then see to it that she does.

Detective: [Elias has his chess board out] Hope you don't expect me to play
Carl: No offense, Detective, but my opponent is someone who brings a little more to the table, and you're breaking my concentration.
Detective: I'll cut to it, then. Detective named Szymanski. Organized crime. Was he on your payroll?
Carl: Afraid you made a bad move, Detective.
Detective: Just trying to get some answers.
Carl: Then start asking better questions. Who benefits from Szymanski's arrest and murder? How could one arrange these acts without being suspected? And who's at the center of the strings that were quietly pulled? See, I think you know something you don't even know you know, which means you're playing a chess game of your own, detective. You just don't realize it yet.
Detective: Did you give money to Szymanski?
Carl: Absolutely... and he threw it in our faces. He was clean, and you got played by HR. It was nice meeting you, Detective Beecher. Word of advice. Choose your next move wisely, or it's going to be chosen for you.

John: Unfortunately, we've had to pull up stakes in Rylatech. But, as expected, the US is entirely focused on China's involvement and not ours. Oh, one small wrinkle. The breach of our encrypted network appears to be the work of a single individual. I shall do everything in my power to determine his identity and render him... irrelevant. Our larger operation is, of course, still on schedule.

- A ghost.
- Someone I'd very much like to identify.
- From the board, I'd say the outcome is a foregone conclusion.
- Don't count me out just yet, Harold.
- Might have a few moves left.
- Give John my best.

- That requires going back inside rylatech.
- I could show you where to go.
- Too risky.
- Everyone in that building knows you.
- Ms. Jacobs, do you still have your employee ID card?
- Yes, but it's been deactivated.
- Besides, the locator chip would tell security where I was.
- Yes, I'm aware.

- The office belonging to Ross haskell.
- Where's haskell's office?
- This way.
- There's something you ought to know about haskell.
- His name's not on the list.
- Haskell is not one of the spies.
- -Oh! Man: Drop your weapon now.
Monica: Martin?

- Mr. Reese?
- Mr. Reese?
- We're okay, Finch.
- They're all gone.

- Lee wasn't spying for a company, he was spying for his country.
- We picked a fight with the people's republic of China.
- Where are you taking me?
- Some place safe.
- Finch: Let's use the new accommodations,
- Mr. Reese.
- I'll catch up to you as soon as...
- It's not nice when someone hunts you down, now is it?

Monica: You're firing me?
Martin: Effective immediately, with civil and criminal charges pending.
Monica: Martin, I've worked for you for ten years.
Martin: Then you can afford a good lawyer.

Sameen: You think I should have a hobby? Now, what would that be? Hanging around a derelict library with you, your poorly-socialized guard dog, and Bear here?
Harold: Bit of a come down from saving the world, I guess, but we have our moments.
Sameen: Is this your hobby? Running a halfway home for retired assassins?
Harold: Hate to see talent go to waste.
Sameen: Awfully trusting of you, now, isn't it?
Harold: I'm quite confident, Miss Shaw, that you are the first person who has ever said that to me.

Harold: Good evening, Mr. Reese. Have you made contact with your quarry?
John: Not yet. You keeping track of yours?
Harold: Yes. Thanks to the chips in the ID cards, I can see the location of every employee in the building.
John: Identify any potential threat?
Harold: So far, just overwork and the consumption of raw seafood. Ms. Jacobs is dedicated, passionate, technically astute.
John: You've got a crush on this number, don't you, Finch?
Harold: A human being can recognize qualities in another human being without - She's leaving her office.

- Yet we seem to have so much in common.
- Tell me about her.
- My relationship with that woman is rather complicated.
- What's your interest?
- You think I need a hobby, Harold?
- I think I just found one.

John: Darlene and Evan Cole. Your former partner's parents.
Sameen: Dead partner.
John: The government framed Cole as a domestic terrorist. I thought you might come back here to set the record straight.
Sameen: How'd you figure that?
John: It's what I'd do.
Sameen: Control killed their son. They didn't need to take their memory of him. Even the CIA wouldn't stoop that low. They'd just sweep their mess under the rug and give him a star on the wall.
John: Your former employers killed Cole for discovering the truth, and nothing's stopping them from killing his parents, too. But you already know this. That's why you're out here and not in there.
Sameen: Next time you want some fresh air, pick a different spot.
John: A friend once told me, in our line of work, we walk in the dark. Doesn't mean we have to walk in it alone.

- But if the agency taught me one thing...
- It's that the most effective spy is the one you'd never suspect.
- A true believer.
- Mr. Reese?
- Mr. Reese, are you there?
- Gotta call you back, Finch.
- Hello, Shaw.

Harold: I've located the end users receiving the traffic.
Monica: You mean the spies?
Harold: Yes. It appears that we may have underestimated the scale of the operation.
Monica: [Looks] That's over half of our senior-level employees in every department.
Harold: All this rerouted traffic seems to be coming from an unending number of networks belonging to the government.
Monica: Military, banking institutions. These are Rylatech clients. But how - Our routers and switches. They've been compromised. They have back doors. The spies aren't spying on Rylatech. They're using Rylatech's technology...
Harold: To spy on the entire country.

Martin: The world has changed, Monica. There is no value placed on outdated notions like patriotism anymore. And companies like ours, we have to constantly look forward to the future so that we can prepare for what comes next.
Monica: And what's that? Selling information instead of protecting it?
Martin: Controlling it. Because whoever controls information will control the future.

Martin: I know how this looks, Monica.
Monica: How it *looks*? You're a murderer, and a spy for China.
Martin: No! I'm just protecting what I've spent my life building.
Monica: How could you do this?
Martin: imple economics. When the dot-com bust hit, we were bankrupt. A prime takeover target. And then an opportunity presented itself.
John: To save your company by selling out your country.

John: I thought I just might find you here.
Sameen: And you decided to drop in for a visit?
John: Stakeouts can get a little tedious.
Sameen: And what made you think I wanted the company? The time I shot you or the time I ditched you at the cemetery?
John: I'm persistent.
Sameen: Or maybe you just can't take a hint.

Harold: There's a matter that we need to discuss. The night we broke into Rylatech, I recognized some of the encrypted code in the spy's network. It had a signature similar to that virus that Stanton uploaded. I was able to crack the virus's code and learn two things.
John: I'm all ears, Finch.
Harold: First, only a fraction of the stolen data made it to the Chinese government. The rest went to another organization. I believe they may have placed the final call to Baxter. I dug further, but all I could come up with was a name - Decima Technologies.
John: And the second thing?
Harold: Whoever Decima is, I believe they created the virus to find and infect a single target: The Machine.

- This is a mistake.
- I... I wasn't stealing anything.
- If you just let me explain.
- Ms. Jacobs has just been terminated from rylatech.
- Someone may be trying to silence her.
- And I'm afraid they won't stop until they've done so.
- Permanently.

- Well, I'm not sure the source of your problem is a virus.
- It's more likely...
- Mochachino.
- I'll try to find you a new keyboard.
- Thank you.

- Identify any potential threats?
- So far, just overwork and the consumption of raw seafood.
- Ms. Jacobs is dedicated, passionate, technically astute.
- You got a crush on this number, don't you, Finch?
- A human being can recognize qualities in another human being without...
- She's leaving her office.

Officer: Beecher's looking for answers. One of our guys at Rikers saw him, with Elias. Looks like your talk with him didn't do the trick.
Alonzo: That's a damn shame.
Officer: We could promote him out of town. Desk job upstate.
Alonzo: I always told Cal to be careful. Being a cop's a dangerous job.

- And what threats might those be, specifically?
- A complex kernel-mode rootkit.
- Disables secure sub-systems through compromised applets.
- I'm sure I don't need to explain to you how dangerous that could be...
- If the update were not installed.
- You're welcome.

- Your plan won't work.
- The feds are on the way.
- Yes?
- Mr. Baxter.
- Do you recall our discussion the day we sealed our arrangement?
- The time has come.
- Your family will be provided for.
- I understand.

- Two are in jail and one's missing.
- And you're calling me dirty?
- Let me spell it out for you.
- Stay away from Carter.
- Or what?
- What's going on, fellas?
- Fusco: That's a good question.
- What is going on?

- But I wanted my godson to get the credit for it.
- I imagine whoever's questioned you wishes they'd made the bust.
- Don't let them rattle you.
- We good?
- Yeah.
- Thanks, Mr. Quinn.
- Anytime.

- I can do that for you, Monica.
- It's okay, I've got it.
Jerome: You want me to pick you up some lunch?
- No, I have a meeting.
- I don't have anything scheduled.
- Last minute thing.
- I didn't bother putting it on the calendar.

- I'll look into it, then we can tell the old man together, okay?
- Thank you.
- I need to see the e-mails on that drive.
- I'll have to contrive a reason to get into his office.
- I have a better idea.
- Excuse me.

Monica: [while they're being fired upon] Who are you?
John: Right now, an easy target.

- 10-13, shots fired. I repeat, shots fired.
- -Carter. Finch: Detective.
- It's urgent that we reach beecher.
- Is he with you?
- No. Why?
- Officer in distress, Washington heights.
- Washington heights? Cal.

Ross: I believe our network solutions proposal says it all. Rylatech's routers and switches have a 99. 7% reliability rating.
TOVO: On the basis of what?
Ross: Independent tests run alongside three of our five main competitors. Our firmware is self-upgrading.
TOVO: Like everyone else's, including Censatek - who had better pastries. Look, what is your name again?
Monica: Ross Haskell, Head of Product Development...
TOVO: Ross, our VP didn't come here to listen to dry stats. Why should we use Rylatech's products?
Monica: Because you already do. We've spent the last 15 years building the backbone of the internet, and our latest components will set the standard for the next 15. Even the Department Of Defense trusts us to get their data from point A to point B. But, if you want just one reason, Martin Baxter. He started Rylatech in his parents' garage and built it into this. That determination, we all have it. We'll never stop working hard for you. Or, go with Censatek, who is known for offering kickbacks to networking execs... along with their nice pastries.

Harold: Mr. Reese, I have news.
John: [Being fired upon] Can it wait?
Harold: I've cracked Lee's encrypted emails. They're messages, reporting back to his father, a high-ranking official in the Chinese Communist Party.
John: What are you saying?
Harold: Lee wasn't spying for a company. He was spying for his country.
John: We just picked a fight with the People's Republic of China.

- The spies aren't spying on rylatech.
- They're using rylatech's technology...
- To spy on the entire country.
- -my god.
- Who are these people?
- Mr. Reese, I fear that our own spying has been detected.
- You and Ms. Jacobs need to get out of there now.
- I couldn't agree more, Finch.