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 designed the machine to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

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

You won't believe what The Swede has been doing.

Going to the therapy.

How much does the therapist know?

Are you resting comfortably?

Yes. But I should tell you that I don't really believe in hypnotism.

The act of hypnosis is freewill.

For me to proceed, your mind must grant the permission.

Will it work on me the first time?

Most of my clients experience results in three to five sessions.

So we'll work on your anxiety and paranoia gradually.

See, Mr. Wren, hypnosis is merely relaxation combined with imagery.

You experience it every night as you drift asleep,

focus on a book, or miss your exit on the FDR.

- Ready? - I think so, yes.

Then let's begin.

Please pick up the tablet beside you,

and choose an image that speaks to your emotion.

Oh, this one.

I want you to close your eyes

and form a mental picture of that image.

Picture the birds, the field.

Then one by one, picture them as they fly away.

Focus on your breathing.

One bird departs.

And as each one goes, your relaxation increases

and you continue to feel calmer and more at rest.

For 200 bucks an hour, Finch,

I hope you get more than an expensive nap.

I want to take you back to a place in your life

where you were safe and comfortable.

Can you think of that place, Mr. Wren?

My childhood bedroom.

Now, I want you to think of all the ways it made you feel safe.

Picture it clear as day.

What color were the walls?

Hayden Price, certified hypnotherapist

to the Upper East Side.

Does he do birthday parties?

It's not that kind of hypnotism, Mr. Reese.

He caters to wealthy businessmen and socialites.

Anger management, smoking cessation, that sort of thing.

Or so you might think, if you didn't know

that the office was rented on a short-term lease,

and that his certification doesn't come from any association I can find.

During the therapy, I became attuned

to the kind of questions that Hayden was asking.

A color that's favorable to you? Blue.

The name of a childhood pet? Scout.

He was phishing.

Getting answers to your security questions.

My bank account was suddenly signed up

for a recurring automatic donation to the nonprofit

called "The American Cancer Coalition Fund."

I'd be willing to wager that Hayden's name is on that nonprofit.

So, unless he's moonlighting as a Samaritan,

I'd say we're dealing with a con artist and a very clever thief.

So Why'd you even play along, Finch?

I told Hayden what he wanted to hear.

I didn't even have a pet as a child.

But when I went to bluejack his phone, it was blocked.

Someone had already jacked it, perhaps someone who's out to get him.

And his clients would be the best place to start.

I'll contact Shaw for back-up,

but first I need to look in on our houseguest.

As before, Ms. Groves, Mr. Reese is upstairs

with an unhealthy number of firearms.

Please don't try to run.

Honestly, Harold, locking me up?

I admit that the accommodations are not ideal.

But your confinement is for your own good.

Harold, your machine called me.

An event that I haven't fully reasoned out.

But your unpredictability, your willingness to hurt others

make you as dangerous as ever.

You can't fight the future.

I'll bring you some new books.

I get it.

You wonder why it won't talk to you like it talks to me.

Don't be jealous, Harold.

Mom still loves us both.

When bluejacking Hayden didn't work,

I sent him a basket of pastries as a thank you.

Bugged, of course.

I'm just so angry with her, I could kill her.

And those feelings will dissipate

as you feel calmer, Mr. Sykes.

Tell me about your mother.

Speak her name, out loud.

Her full name.

Mary.

- Mary Shackford Sykes. - Very good.

That's a start.

It seems therapy has helped, Sven.

I haven't been able to sleep this well in months.

And do you still believe you're surrounded by phonies?

Sadly, yes.

But thanks to you, I'm able to push past,

to rediscover the quality and craft of my antique business,

search for the meaning in my work.

Sounds like Hayden isn't a half-bad therapist after all.

A lot of patients today?

Anybody weird?

Wall-to-wall mommy issues.

Mm.

Enough to make a man want to smoke.

Or under-sleep

or over-eat or...

Or?

Who's the girl, Finch?

Her name is Natalie Boal.

She works at an art gallery downtown.

She started coming to Hayden for therapy

a little over a year ago.

It's more than therapy now.

Ugh, look at that.

He isn't working her, he's in love.

And if she's making those eyes at him,

I bet she doesn't know about his criminal side.

Someday, no more patients.

No more psychoses.

No more snooty art buyers.

Just you and me.

We just go to the airport...

Jet off to some corner of the world.

Right.

With what money, again?

Let me worry about that.

And when I get enough, it's just you and me and paradise.

Hayden's on the move, Finch.

According to his schedule,

he doesn't have any more appointments today.

So where is he going so fast?

- There you go. - Thank you.

So, is everything in order?

Relax.

There's nothing to worry over.

The exchange rates are in your favor.

I started as a teller at that S&L, you know?

Fifteen years I put in, and then they tell me I need to take a pay cut.

So I decided they owed me a pay raise.

Here's my 50,000 dollars, Mr. Russell.

Where's yours?

Outstanding. Let's proceed.

I'm so gonna shoot this punk.

Something's not right.

We're meeting your contact here?

It's quiet up here, and far from nosy thieves looking for cash.

No. The only thief here is you.

Detective Decker, NYPD.

Fraud Investigation.

Hands up, sucker.

Sucker?

I can only guess what he got you for, pal.

He feed you that line of crap about the exchange rates?

And you, pass me that briefcase very slowly.

Not today.

Oh, God.

Mr. Reese, Ms. Shaw, why aren't you intervening?

Wait for it.

Is he gone?

With his tail between his legs.

Whoa.

We really hooked that fish for 20 G's?

Sure did.

20? I thought it was 50.

Here's your half.

Now let's get the hell out of here before somebody calls the real cops.

Who isn't Hayden ripping off?

This guy's good.

I can watch you nursing that coffee for just so long.

You should know I called, to check in on you, Joss.

Well, parking tickets and purse snatchers aren't exactly a challenge

after my old job, Mr. Quinn.

Alonzo, please.

The last time we met,

you said you had suspicions about my godson's murder.

I tried working a few leads,

but Cal's department file was sealed.

There is a chance here that the organization HR could be involved.

HR?

I thought HR was disbanded.

The feds just scattered the roaches.

It's sometimes hard to get 'em all.

Maybe I can get the Mayor involved,

open doors for you at One PP.

I wouldn't wanna put you in that kind of position, Mr. Quinn.

I'll take my chances on this one solo.

All right.