Person of Interest

You are being watched...

The government has a secret system--

A machine that spies on you every hour of every day.

I know, because I built it.

I designed the machine to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

Violent crimes involving ordinary people,

people like you,

crimes the government considered irrelevant.

They wouldn't act, so I decided I would.

But I needed a partner--

Someone with the skills to intervene.

Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.

You'll never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up, we'll find you.

911. What is your emergency?

Got a flat tire.

They won't turn their music down.

I just know he's sleeping with her.

Please help me! It's my brother.

They shot him. Please, send someone.

We're sorry. All circuits are busy at this time.

Nobody here.

I've never seen you like this.

That hacker must have gotten to you.

Only the paranoid survive--

Sage advice.

Well, I'll need to rebuild all my systems from scratch,

reinforce the firewall.

Anything I can do?

Yes.

New number...

Just came in this morning.

Even with the library offline?

His name is Darren McGrady, 14 years old.

That's his last known address.

You better get started.

Hey, Finch...

Any chance your machine gave us

the number a few days late?

No. Why?

Because I had to crawl through police tape

to get inside Darren's apartment.

The library may have been compromised,

but I can assure you that the machine was not.

Whatever happened there,

Darren's situation must be ongoing.

Looks like a home invasion.

So whose blood is on the floor?

Hey. Who are you?

Detective Stills.

- You the super? - That's right.

A little late for the party, aren't you?

Mind telling me what happened here?

What it looks like-- One of my tenants got shot...

About a week ago.

Older kid-- Travis McGrady.

Damn shame.

Real good about paying rent on time.

Travis had a younger brother, Darren.

- What happened to him? - I don't know.

Cops took him with them.

Hey, when can I clean this place up

and get a new tenant in here?

Morning, Detective.

Miss me?

You know, I always pictured you

in the back of my car... In handcuffs.

Well, to each his own.

Any luck pulling that file?

Travis McGrady--

Took two shots to the chest, point blank.

Three black males were seen fleeing the building.

What about the brother, Darren?

Came home right after it happened,

found Travis bleeding out.

Says here he called 911.

Yeah, it took half an hour

for first responders to show up.

Travis was already dead.

What happened to the parents?

No father in the picture.

Mother died of renal failure three years ago,

so Travis was Darren's legal guardian.

Now he's got nobody.

Any idea where he is now?

Missing.

Kid waited all night

at the precinct for Child Services.

When they didn't show up, he just up and walked out.

I need to track him down...

- Fast. - Hey.

You ever gonna tell me exactly how you and your friend

pick the people you're chasing?

All right.

I'll talk to the detective assigned on the case,

see if there's anything he left out of that report.

Like how he lost the kid.

Since when does a homicide task force

want in on a shooting in Crown Heights?

Don't you have something more high profile to work--

Like that guy who's kneecapping everybody?

Chief of "D"s wants to polish compstat numbers--

Ordered us to climb on any open cases.

Okay. It goes like this.

Last Friday the victim was working at the--

Travis, right?

His name is Travis.

Right.

Well, this Travis--

He's working the late shift at the Thighs & Fries.

Got into an altercation with three males

over some waitress.

Somebody got frisky,

Travis went at him, tossed him out the joint.

Same three guys seen later fleeing his apartment building.

I figure they left the restaurant.

They followed Travis on his way home from work.

You know the rest.

The little brother-- He said, uh, they took his work hat.

Any leads on the three suspects?

Waitress give a description, anything?

In that neighborhood?

Are you kidding?

Ain't nobody gonna dime out those thugs.

Any progress on finding the little brother, Darren?

I don't have time to chase after every kid

- who can't sit still. - Of course not.

When I find him,

I'll let him know you were a big help.

Sounds like Darren's brother picked a fight

with the wrong crowd.

If they think Darren saw anything that night,

they'll be looking to silence him next.

So we don't have a clue where Darren is

or who the shooters are.

Witnesses can ID the shooters.

They're just too scared.

Why would they want to talk to you?

I have my ways.

Excuse me.

Lisa?

Sorry. I'm running late for something.

Besides, I already told the police everything I know

about Travis and those guys.

I'm not a cop.

I'm looking for Darren McGrady,

Travis' little brother.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

I know you're afraid...

Just like I'm sure Travis was scared

when he stuck up for you against those thugs.

But he did it anyway.

Those guys come in there all the time,

grabbing and hollering.

I don't know what the hell he was thinking.

He cared for you...

Just like he cared for his little brother, Darren.

The guys that killed Travis may be coming after Darren now.

I need your help tracking them down.

Look, I want to help, but--

You don't have to give me a name.

Just point me in the right direction.

Guy like you, coming out of the shadows,

looking for bad guys,

you'd fit right in at the comic book store...

Couple blocks that way.

They hang out there.

Thanks.

Okay, kids, free comics.

There you go-- One for you.

How about that?

Hey. Good to see you again.

All right. Say hi to your mom.

Mr. Wilcox,

what's this dude's superpower?

He got no costume, no cape.

'Cause being a superhero is not about a cape or a cowl.

It's about protecting your fellow man,

looking out for him when no one else will.

Look at the detail on that.

Uh... Excuse you.

Hey, Carter, I may have found one of our shooters--

Corner of Crown and Albany, headed south.

I'm two minutes away, be right there.

Finch, I got eyes on Darren.

Is he safe, Mr. Reese?

- Not for long. - Hey, yo, Brick.

Take off that hat.

Who do you think you're talking to, shorty?

One of the spineless punks that killed my brother--

Shot him dead in our home.

Want me to show you how to use that thing, little man?

What the hell you doing, man? Get off of me.

This fool is as good as dead.

- Yo... - I won't miss.

- Give that back! - Drop your phone.

Get off me, man.

Hey, don't worry, man. This ain't over.