Person of Interest (TV Series)
Bad Code (2012)
Michael Emerson: Harold Finch
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Quotes
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Root : [after John tracks them down] How did he find us?
Harold Finch : Because you're wrong. He proves you're wrong. Not all humans are bad code.
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Harold Finch : [Reese has rescued Finch from Root] I really didn't intend for you to come find me, Mr. Reese. There are other people that need your help.
John Reese : Well, you've saved my life once or twice, Harold. Seemed only fair I return the favor.
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Root : But, you must see I'm on your side.
Harold Finch : I'm not on any side.
Root : You know what I mean. I am the best friend, the best support, the best partner you will ever have. And definitely the most fun.
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John Reese : Harold, meet Bear. Unfortunately, my apartment has a strict policy regarding dogs.
Harold Finch : [Bear presents a chewed up novel] I have a strict policy regarding rare first editions. Namely, don't eat them.
[Looks at the book]
Harold Finch : Asimov. He has expensive taste. I'm sure we'll get along.
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Harold Finch : [Root has Weeks strung up with a hood over his head] Can you please make this stop?
Root : Another hour in that hood, and he'll believe anything I say. Amazing how easily the human brain can be manipulated.
[Goes to Weeks, removes the hood]
Root : But you know that, don't you, Denton?
[Root holds up a sheet of paper]
Root : A top-secret DOD memo authorizing enhanced interrogation techniques, including "Palestinian hanging," which you are currently enjoying. Whose signature is at the end? Why, it's yours.
Denton Weeks : Please water.
Root : [Mockingly checks the document] Sorry, not allowed. Unless you tell me what I want to know.
Denton Weeks : Lady, I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm a White House lawyer. I sign documents. I don't read 'em. Please, for the love of God, let me down.
Root : If you tell me where the machine is.
Denton Weeks : What machine?
Root : [Points at Harold] The machine he built. The machine Nathan Ingram sold you for one US dollar. You know where it is!
Denton Weeks : I don't know anything! I swear!
Root : [Looks at Harold as she puts the hood back on Weeks] Really, Harold, why do men always seek to delay the inevitable?
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Root : Oh, Harold, generous to a fault. Always letting someone else take credit for your work. I'd recognize your code anywhere. It's so elegant.
Harold Finch : Then let it be.
Root : I told you, I don't want to control your machine.
Harold Finch : Then why are we here?
Root : We're here to observe another kind of code. The bad code.
Harold Finch : Clearly, we differ in our views of humanity.
Root : Do we? Then why are you; the father of a seismic shift in intelligence; forced to live in fear and anonymity?
Harold Finch : You don't know anything about me.
Root : Oh, but I do, Harold. You're the man who sold the world. Just to the wrong people. I will get access to the machine, Harold. And either you can show me how to do that, or...
[Goes over to another man she has prisoner]
Root : This sad specimen will. Denton Weeks: the man you sold the machine to. One of you will walk out of here onto the next stage of our adventure. I do hope it's you, Harold.
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Denton Weeks : I know you're reluctant to trust me - you don't know me...
Harold Finch : Oh, I do know who you are, Mr. Weeks. You tried to hack the machine.
Denton Weeks : I certainly tried. It was my job. I had to test its limits, see if it was safe. But in all of our crisis scenarios, we never envisioned this. That someone would get to one of us.
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Denton Weeks : So Ingram's little IT guy. We always suspected the idiot in the tux couldn't have done it on his own.
Harold Finch : What do you want?
Denton Weeks : I want to know what you know.
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Harold Finch : What happened to you?
Root : Me? You think I was damaged? Some childhood trauma? That is so sweet.