Person of Interest2011

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] 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.