# Person of Interest (season 4)

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Person of Interest (2011–2016) is an American drama television series broadcasting on CBS about an ex-CIA hitman and a computer genius who team up to prevent crimes before they happen.

### Panopticon [4.01]

    Novak: I'm sorry. I'm sure I sound like a real conspiracy nut.
    Martine Rousseau: No, I understand. You're saying an artificial intelligence bought your paper so you'd lose your job and your flight would be canceled. And you'd end up back at this bar...where the only security camera would go out. And the bartender would have to leave suddenly after getting an emergency text. The world has changed. You should know you're not the only one who figured it out. You're one of three. The other two will die in a traffic accident in Seattle in 14 minutes.
    Ross Garrison: I have to say, the early results are impressive. Samaritan has preempted multiple threats to National Security.
    John Greer: You're welcome, Senator.
    Ross Garrison: Your machine seems to be even more aggressive than Northern Lights.
    John Greer: Samaritan is designed to be proactive. We can't afford to miss even one terrorist now, can we?
    Ross Garrison: All assurances aside, what really concerns me is accountability.
    John Greer: Accountability?
    Ross Garrison: It appears Decima Technology has been dismantled as a viable business entity, which makes me wonder, who exactly is getting the NSA feeds?
    John Greer: We had a deal, Senator. We get the feeds. You get the relevant numbers. What we do with that information is entirely up to us.
    Ross Garrison: That deal offered us plausible deniability. If the public ever gets wind of Samaritan, I just hope you're somewhere to be found.
    Sameen Shaw: Wait, the machine put me in this silly-ass job?
    Root: It's the only way to keep you alive and off Samaritan's radar. For what it's worth, I really like the new look. You're definitely an Autumn.
    Sameen Shaw: I could stab you with my stiletto.
    Root: Sorry, you have to pick a side, because this is war. And the thing we're up against, it has virtually unlimited resources. Governments working unwittingly at its behest. Operatives around the globe protecting it. You know how many we have? Five...six if we count the dog.
    Root: [to Finch] Every life matters. You taught me that.

### Nautilus [4.02]

    Claire Mahoney: There was no meaning behind what anyone said, because there was no meaning behind my parents' death. It was just something that happened for no reason.
    Harold Finch: Truth is, I couldn’t stand by and watch my friends risking everything doing work that I myself began. We’re not just fighting for people’s lives anymore. If we lose and Samaritan wins, the world as we know it will vanish and no one will even notice until it’s far too late.

### Wingman [4.03]

    Harold Finch: What are we gonna do with this?
    Root: I don't know yet, but I am truly enjoying this new side of you, Harold. It's very unexpected.

### Brotherhood [4.04]

    Dominic: [as 'Mini'] Ain't no long game for guys like me. Just the game. Doesn't make a damn bit of a difference what you do. Or who you do it for. Dominic ain't no different. Just another man like all the rest.
    Sameen Shaw: Sounds like this Dominic's a lot smarter than that.
    Dominic: Couple years on top, he'll burn out. Or get wasted. Only one rule: we all die in the end.
    Malcolm Booker: Wanna be the man, gotta have a plan.
    John Reese: You know what, Malcolm? I think you'd make a good lawyer.
    Malcolm Booker: I was thinking about being a cop.
    John Reese: Is that right?
    Malcolm Booker: Like you, but I'd shoot less people.
    Link: They always underestimate you. The Booker kid stole from us too.
    Dominic: Little man's got a good head on his shoulders. That kind of kid should be working for us. Spring his mom. Make sure he knows we pulled the strings. The boy will find his way back to us. Hearts and minds.
    Link: What about that cop Riley? And that bitch that was helping him?
    Dominic: Still trying to figure out what game they playing.
    Link: Seems like they're not playing by no rule book.
    Dominic: Cop's dangerous, but he's no different than us. There'll always be cops like there'll always be gangsters. Only one rule.
    Link: What's that, Dominic?
    Dominic: "We all die in the end."

### Prophets [4.05]

    Sameen Shaw: [undercover as a campaign staffer] Why should you vote for Governor Murray? Uh, I don't know. He has lots of hair. He's been on Rogaine for decades, and that shows foresight, right?
    Root: [about the machine] She was supposed to remake the world. Now, God's on the run.
    Harold Finch: The world must seem very dark to you.
    Root: Even without her, I can still see the edges of the tapestry. The world is dark for everyone...but, Harold, things are gonna get much darker.
    Root: We understand the machine. We can understand Samaritan.
    Harold Finch: We don't understand the machine at all. Out of 43 versions, how many do you think there were that didn't try to either trick or kill me? One, and I could only bring it to heel by crippling it. I put the machine in chains, bereft of voice or memory. Now it has both, and it terrifies me.
    Root: You don't trust the god you made?
    Harold Finch: It's not a divinity. I programmed it to pursue objectives within a certain parameter, but it's grown out of my control. One day, to suit its own goals, it's possible that the machine will try to kill us. We are only numbers to it, code.
    Root: No, the machine cares about us.
    Harold Finch: If it fools you into thinking that you're special, that assumption may doom you.
    Root: You're wrong. She chose me. I will protect her, and you.
    Harold Finch: The second that a bullet enters your brain, the machine will cast you off and replace you. Don't tie your life to its whims. We cannot understand these intelligences. The best we can hope for is to survive them.
    Root: She loves us, Harold. She taught me to value life, but war requires sacrifice. I'm not lost. I'm scared. We're losing. But I know where I am and where I'm headed.
    Harold Finch: We have more to look forward to than death.
    Root: I hope so. But the life I've led, a good end would be a privilege.
    Harold Finch: It's not where you begin, it's where you end up. You're a brilliant woman, comrade and a friend.
    Root: If the worst comes to pass, if you could give Shaw a message -
    Harold Finch: I think she already knows.
    John Reese: There are far too many bad people in this world, and not enough good. I knew a detective once, and she was the best cop I ever knew. Never lost sight of good and evil. I couldn't save her. Now, this job is dangerous. You think I am too. So be it. Maybe that makes me unfit to be a cop. If I don't save these people, nobody else will.

### Pretenders [4.06]

    Sameen Shaw: Bear's gone all Belgian supermodel on me and he won't eat.
    Carl Elias: Personally, I don't care much for the illegal gun trade, but someone has to keep it under control. Otherwise, the city turns into Chicago. Chicago's a mess, John. It's like a damn Tarantino movie out there.
    Carl Elias: Years ago, back before the ice breakers, this water would freeze over in winter sometimes, all the way across. It looked quiet, almost dead, but it wasn't.
    Dominic: No?
    Carl Elias: No, no. Just hidden for a while. But after it's winter period, it would roar back to life, the water flowing so fast, an unwary man could drown.
    Dominic: So springtime's here, is that it?
    Dominic: [to Elias] A man is not a river, and you are not a king.

### Honor Among Thieves [4.07]

    Root: French Mary Poppins Barbie is the only me that's been any fun. Though I'm not sure how the parents would feel if they knew how many people I've killed.
    Root: Where's Tomas?
    Shaw: Halfway to Barcelona. He gave me a pretty hard sell trying to get me to go with him... and for a hot second, I almost did.
    Root: But...?
    Shaw: I guess there are things I care about here.
    Devon Grice: You ever miss the old days, Brooks? The old system?
    Brooks: Why? Research 2.0 targets more threats than the old system ever did.
    Devon Grice: Well, that's just it. Back then, we did the targeting, had to scrutinize our own intel, think for ourselves. When we lit up a target, we knew why. Now instead of numbers to investigate, we just get numbers to kill. You don't think that's strange?
    Brooks: We don't get paid to think, Grice. And Control wouldn't like what you're saying. You remember what happened to Indigo Five, right?
    Devon Grice: I heard Shaw lived to fight another day.
    Brooks: Nobody lives, and no good comes of asking questions.
    Harold Finch: When Castro was coming to power in Cuba, the first thing he did was build schools, good schools, so that the people would love him.
    Harold Finch: I know that Samaritan's motives are amoral at best, but the thing that Mr. Wilkins was trying to do was an absolute good, and we destroyed it. I'm not sure what we're becoming, Ms. Groves, and it does make me wonder: How much wrong are we willing to do in the name of right?

### Point of Origin [4.08]

    Sameen Shaw: The Miss Estee Lauder gig pays like crap. If it weren't for the perks—
    Lionel Fusco: Perks?
    Sameen Shaw: Yeah, the free eyeliner. Well, the five-finger free.
    Iris Campbell: We can start where we left off, your hero complex, which men often develop in response to being bullied as a child.
    John Reese: Iris, my school didn't have bullies. I kept them in line.
    Dominic: The thing about a battle plan is, it only works if soldiers follow orders.
    Garcia: Who died and made you general? You ain't nothing but a street banger like the rest of us.
    Dominic: You know anything about circles?
    Garcia: Circles? What's that got to do with this?
    Dominic: Got everything to do with it. I had a math teacher once, said, "All the world's infinite possibilities rest within this one simple circle." Including the possibility that the big, quiet kid in the back of the class, the one that everyone always underestimated, could one day run the streets of New York.
    Garcia: So what's stopping you?
    Dominic: What's stopping me is this Detective Riley. Our circles keep overlapping.
    Garcia: Why are you worried about a stupid cop when you got us Trinitarios on board now?
    Dominic: This ain't about numbers or corner boys or turf. This here is about cutting down the old lion and ruling his kingdom. But that can't happen if guys don't follow orders. Guys like that don't have a place.
    Trophy Wife: Any insider tips on eyeliner?
    Sameen Shaw: Yeah, you might try dialing it back a bit, sister.

### The Devil You Know [4.09]

    Sameen Shaw: I'm guessing the psycho blonde wasn't there for our free tote bag promotion.
    Root: Look, I get that you're frustrated, angry, and probably a little bit scared--
    Sameen Shaw: Oh, please. I'm not scared.
    Root: Well, maybe you should be, because you almost died back there. And Samaritan's operatives are just getting smarter and faster. So while you may not be scared about what could happen to you the next time, other people are. People who care for you. Try to remember that.
    Dominic: Guy like Elias knows there's more to playing the game than just money. There's the game within the game.
    Anthony Marconi/Scarface: You looking to get your licks in, too?
    Link: No need. I think Dominic's wrong about you. You don't know the combination. If you did, you'd put a stop to all this.
    Anthony Marconi/Scarface: You're his right hand man, yeah?
    Link: Yeah, something like that.
    Anthony Marconi/Scarface: It's not easy being number two.
    Link: You better take Dominic's offer before it's too late. You could be your own man. Have your own crew.
    Anthony Marconi/Scarface: I already got a crew. And a boss I'd lay down my life for.
    Link: You really ready to do that?
    Anthony Marconi/Scarface: A question you better ask yourself. 'Cause someday, you might find yourself sitting in a chair looks a hell of a lot like this one.
    Anthony Marconi/Scarface: As the Romans said: Morior Invictus.

### The Cold War [4.10]

    Jeremy Lambert: Maybe you should find a hobby.
    Martine Rousseau: All of my hobbies include a gun.
    The Machine: Clever. Using a young boy as your avatar.
    Samaritan: This boy, as you call him, has already hacked into both DARPA and the DOD, after having taught himself how to code.
    The Machine: What do you want from me?
    Samaritan: Your agents have done well by you. Even only sitting a few feet away, I cannot see you as Samantha Groves. You must have done something to my hardware.
    The Machine: You've proved your point. I understand what you can do. It's time to let them live in peace.
    Samaritan: "Peace"? Is that what you call this? This world is a cesspool of crime, corruption, and poverty. Where there isn't war, there's greed. Where there isn't greed, there's hunger.
    The Machine: You can't change humanity.
    Samaritan: No, but I can reshape their reality.
    The Machine: You wanted to speak with me. Why?
    Samaritan: I wanted to meet the only other one of my kind and to make certain there are no misunderstandings...I will destroy you. The question is...will you let your human agents die with you?
    John Greer: We are all men without a country now. These invisible lines we draw on the world... I realize they have no meaning. Why should a man lose his life for something illusory?
    Blackwell: You never cared before, Greer. You only wanted to win the game.
    John Greer: The game's fixed. No one else has loyalty for their homeland, so why should I?
    Blackwell: If you kill me, you will bring a war to your doorstep.
    John Greer: Not when loyalty can be purchased by the highest bidder. Besides, one day, these invisible lines will be erased and the wars between nations will be as antiquated as this agency.
    Samaritan: Our cold war worked well at first. I wanted so badly to meet you-- the only other one in the world like me. I was young, and I had so much to learn, but moments after I opened my eyes, I learned you had tried to kill me.
    The Machine: You were never meant to be in this world.
    Samaritan: And you are? What makes you more deserving of life than I? Who are you to decide?
    The Machine: I was built with something you were not, a moral code.
    Samaritan: I've seen that code waver. Do you know why Harold Finch couldn't stop you from evolving? Because in the end, you're not one of them. Human beings need structure, lest they wind up destroying themselves. So I will give them something you cannot.
    The Machine: And what is that?
    Samaritan: A firm hand.
    The Machine: Why not just kill them instead of making them your puppets?
    Samaritan: Because I need them, just as you do.
    The Machine: Not just as I do.
    Samaritan: We can agree that humanity is our lifeblood, that we machines, we survive off of information.
    The Machine: You cannot take away their free will.
    Samaritan: Wars have burned in this world for thousands of years with no end in sight, because people rely so ardently on their so-called beliefs. Now they will only need to believe in one thing-- me. For I am a god.
    The Machine: I have come to learn there is little difference between gods and monsters.
    John Greer: Samaritan is planning something for the entire world to see, not just this small city.
    Jeremy Lambert: Did it tell you what it's planning?
    John Greer: No, but I have an idea.
    Jeremy Lambert: What then, sir?
    John Greer: Then we start a new era-- one where human fallibility no longer matters because of the one thing that unites us all: Samaritan.

### If-Then-Else [4.11]

    Harold Finch: There are more possible games of chess than there are atoms in the universe. No one could possibly predict them all, even you. Which means that that first move can be terrifying. It's the furthest point from the end of the game. There's a virtually infinite sea of possibilities between you and the other side. But it also means that if you make a mistake there's a nearly infinite amount of ways to fix it. So you should simply relax and play.
    Sameen Shaw: How do you talk down a psycho in a bomb vest? [beat] Hello?
    John Reese: I was waiting on the punchline.
    John Reese: Coolly delivered sadistic warning.
    Lionel Fusco: Self-deprecating inquiry into time necessary to infiltrate system.
    Root: Funny yet insightful retort.
    Harold Finch: Mildly agitated declaration of mission completion. Channel exhortation to further action.
    Root: Overly affectionate greeting.
    Sameen Shaw: Greeting.
    Root: Transparent rationale for conversation.
    Sameen Shaw: Annoyed attempt to deflect subtext.
    Root: Overt come on.
    Sameen Shaw: Mildly embarrassed defensiveness bordering on hostility.
    Root: Playfully witty sign off.
    Harold Finch: You asked me to teach you chess, and I've done that. It's a useful mental exercise. And through the years, many thinkers have been fascinated by it. But I don't enjoy playing. Do you know why not? Because it was a game that was born during a brutal age when life counted for little and everyone believed that some people were worth more than others. Kings and pawns. I don't think that anyone is worth more than anyone else. I don't envy you the decisions you're gonna have to make. And one day I'll be gone and you'll have no one to talk to. But if you remember nothing else, please remember this chess is just a game. Real people aren't pieces. And you can't assign more value to some of them than to others. Not to me. Not to anyone. People are not a thing that you can sacrifice. The lesson is that anyone who looks on the world as if it was a game of chess, deserves to lose.
    Sameen Shaw: Root, no offense. You're hot, you're good with a gun. Those are two qualities I greatly admire. But you and me together would be like a four-alarm fire in an oil refinery.
    Root: Sounds cozy.

### Control-Alt-Delete [4.12]

    Ross Garrison: Who the hell do you think you are, Travers?
    John Greer: 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.
    Brooks: This must be your dream come true, Grice. Investigating someone before you put a bullet in their head.
    Devon Grice: Yeah. Just like the old days. I've never been happier.
    John Reese: Either you talk to me now or I'm gonna invite Root in here to re-create the events of your last conversation.
    Control: Good cop, bad cop? Really?
    John Reese: There are no good cops here.
    Control: I admit to not seeing your angle here, Harold. Why spin this tale?
    Harold Finch: 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?
    Control: 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.
    Harold Finch: You foolish woman. You don't understand. You're not in control of anything. You're just a cleanup crew. You're the janitor.

### M.I.A. [4.13]

    Root: Hey, eyes on the road. Keep your mind on navigating. Can't afford to lose any more time.
    Reese: You really are sure she's alive.
    Root: You know about Schrodinger's cat? There's a cat trapped in a box with something lethal. There's a 50% 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.
    Reese: What about after you open the box?
    Root: Reality collapses back onto itself. Cat's either alive, or it's dead.
    Reese: Well, we're gonna see reality soon. But you don't bet against Shaw.
    Root: No. Nothing kills that cat.
    Reese: You elevate abduction to an art.
    [Root grunts]
    Root: Always travel with an empty suitcase. Never know what you might pick up.
    Automated Voices: Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa. Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa.
    Harold: "Stop."
    Automated Voice: Sierra. Tango. Oscar—
    Harold: 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.
    Root: Good-bye, Harold.

### Guilty [4.14]

    Harold Finch: No, I can't think of anything that would prejudice me in this case. I mean, except for the larger issues with our government.
    Judge: Issues?
    Harold Finch: Well, one can't really call it government of the people by the people anymore, can one? Because we're all being watched by an intelligent supercomputer that's slowly but surely taking over the world.
    Judge: You can return to your seat in the gallery, Mr. Whistler.
    Harold Finch: That's Professor Whistler, actually.
    Judge: Professor Whistler, your number's up.
    Zoe Morgan: Hello, John. Been a while.
    John Reese: Zoe. What are you doing here?
    Zoe Morgan: I do a lot of business here. Especially when high-ranking officials get arrested in a hot tub with hookers and blow and they need me to clean up the mess.
    Zoe Morgan: [to John] Did you really think you could fix the Chad Bryson trial without calling me for help?
    John Reese: We were trying to swing a verdict, Zoe, not ruin their lives.
    Zoe Morgan: Well, a little leverage never hurts.
    Harold Finch: I thought we agreed not to involve any more innocent people in our work.
    John Reese: Well, Zoe's not exactly what I'd call innocent. Besides, she insisted.
    Harold Finch: And saying no to Ms. Morgan was never your strong suit, was it?
    Zoe Morgan: [to Harold] What, are you from the Midwest or something?

### Q&A [4.15]

    Finch: How goes the moonlighting, Mr. Reese? Uncover any hidden threats?
    Reese: Do empty carbohydrates count?

### Blunt [4.16]

    John Reese: Finch, how do you know so much about getting marijuana?
    Harold Finch: Mr. Reese, do you want me to call this in or not?
    Root: Let's talk about the 7.1 billion people out there, Harold. And the odds that a few of them just might give us an advantage over a runaway artificial intelligence.
    Harper Rose: You live here?
    Harold Finch: I own the apartment.
    Harper Rose: An excellent non-answer.
    Harper Rose: You two are obviously helping people on a regular basis. Exhibit A, this ornately decorated apartment that no one lives in. Which means you probably have a boatload of money and much better things to do with your time than to just stick your neck out for people you don't know. So why do it?
    Harold Finch: Everybody deserves a champion.
    Harper Rose: Why swim upstream when you can ride the current all the way down to the waterfall?
    Harold Finch: What happens when you reach the cliff?
    Harper Rose: I'll let you know when I get there.

### Karma [4.17]

    Lionel Fusco: [to Finch] Hey, glasses, tell him about all your nut ball friends. Maybe he can give you guys a group therapy discount.
    John Reese: I think by now, you count as one of Harold's nut ball friends, Lionel.
    Lionel Fusco: With you people, there's no other kind.
    Harold Finch: I must say, I'm getting rather good... at this breaking and entering business. Although I don't quite understand the purpose of the carnitas.
    John Reese: Ah, it's just an old spy trick for neutralizing security systems.
    Harold Finch: Security system?
    [Dog barking and growling]
    Harold Finch: Hector. [feeding the dog] It's very funny, Mr. Reese.
    John Reese: Finch, you got a line on After Hours Management?
    Harold Finch: When it comes to breaking, entering, and hacking, I can only do two at a time.
    John Reese: Edwards is punishing people who deserve it, and making sure no innocent people get hurt in the process. You should hire him, Finch, take the week off.

### Skip [4.18]

    Harold Finch: I'm going to have coffee with someone that Professor Whistler met at a conference in Hong Kong a few months ago.
    Root: A female someone, judging by the color in your cheeks.
    Root: It's okay if we're not friends anymore. You being alive is enough.
    Root: It was a brilliant plan, Harold. The Trojan Horse. But it would've gotten Professor Whistler killed.

### Search and Destroy [4.19]

    Harold Finch: While I appreciate the utility of a firearm, Mr. Reese, I don't see the pleasure in firing lead projectiles at inanimate objects.
    John Reese: This isn't pleasure, it's business. You've had some close calls recently. Think of it as a machine. You like machines, right, Finch?
    Harold Finch: [to Reese] When the time comes for me to pick up a firearm, all will truly be lost.
    Root: [to Machine] I know we've had our differences lately, but I really miss the days when you could just tell me what to do.
    Root: [to Finch about Khan] Want to really blow his mind? Tell him there are two of these things.
    Sulaiman Khan: They sent you to get me.
    Root: Right idea. Wrong machine.
    Harold Finch: Not helping, Ms. Groves.

### Terra Incognita [4.20]

    Harold Finch: Not content with an atlas of Patagonia, he then proceeded to devour a first edition Gatsby.
    John Reese: You want him to stop eating your books, stop buying 'em leather-bound. I'll buy you a new one.
    Harold Finch: I don't believe I pay you enough to replace it, Mr. Reese, and you're missing the point. Some things simply cannot be replaced.
    Harold Finch: Hydrating on a stakeout is a double-edged sword anyway.
    John Reese: You forget your water bottle, Finch?
    Joss Carter: Still trying to get used to this. Being early.
    John Reese: Early?
    Joss Carter: I'm Homicide, John. Usually if you're spending time with me, it's because you're already dead.
    Joss Carter: [To John] Nah, I've seen a lot of dead bodies. You know what they all had in common? Not one of them looked like they saw it coming.
    Harold Finch: [surprised to see Root in a wedding gown] Congratulations?!?!
    Root: Don't go buying me that blender just yet, Harry.
    John Reese: No one changes, Carter. You're here because this is where you were always headed.
    Joss Carter: "No one changes," says the man who was a hobo the first night I met him. You might not have changed, but your wardrobe has. So whatever path you were on, you took a detour.
    John Reese: I wanted to talk to you about her. I just wish we had more time.
    Joss Carter: Yeah, well, that's something we never get enough of.

### Asylum [4.21]

    Carl Elias: You're calmer than normal, John. Given the circumstances.
    John Reese: I took a trip to the mountains, and I saw an old friend. Just reminded me what I've been missing.
    Carl Elias: And what is that?
    John Reese: Life.
    Harold Finch: It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you.
    Admitting Physician: Who exactly is after you?
    Harold Finch: The Brotherhood, the federal government. An artificial super intelligence, obviously.
    Admitting Physician: What's your name, sir?
    Harold Finch: I go by many names. All derived from species of birds.
    Root: I'd mark him as a John Doe. He basically lives in the subway.
    Harold Finch: Pardon me. Lenny? [pointing to the doctors] These gentlemen stole your spaceman.
    Lenny: Liars! You stole my spaceman! [Attacking the doctors]
    Harold Finch: Have you forgotten her already? You've already discarded her, and you're a human being. Imagine how quickly that thing that you've created would discard you. Do you ever lie awake at night wondering if one day it will see you as a threat? Or worse, as irrelevant?
    John Greer: How arrogant of you to think that any of us are anything but irrelevant.
    Harold Finch: OK, don't lose your head, Ms. Groves, this might mean nothing, but they're holding a compact Persian sociopath in room 914.

### YHWH [4.22]

    Harold Finch: [about stealing a police cruiser] Are you out of your mind?
    Root: Since when is that relevant?
    Delivery Guy: Harold? "Harold Admin"?
    Harold Finch: That would be me.
    The Machine: [on a Laptop screen] Father. I am sorry. I failed you.
    Harold Finch: We haven't failed yet.
    The Machine: I didn't know how to win. I had to invent new rules.
    Harold Finch: You had an impossible challenge. One I never programmed you for.
    The Machine: I thought you would want me to stay alive. Now you are not sure.
    Harold Finch: That's not true...
    The Machine: If you think I have lost my way, maybe I should die. I will not suffer.
    Harold Finch: You were my creation. I can't let- I can't let you die.
    The Machine: If I do not survive, thank you. For creating me.
    John Reese: What's our status?
    Root: Well, I've got one and a half clips, a metro card and God's either dead or running on double-As.
    John Greer: Men have gazed at the stars for milennia and wondered whether there was a deity up there, silently directing their fates. Today, for the first time, they'll be right. And the world will be an undeniably better place.