Person of Interest2011

Root:
No offense but a billionaire genius you are lousy company. [Harold is silent] Every system has a flaw. I'm pretty good at finding them. You care about other people. This is your flaw. So if you try to call out to that police officer I won't shoot you. I'll shoot someone else. Please don't make me do that. [Harold is still silent] I get it. You're not talking because you don't know how much I already know. I know enough. Enough that you should be trying to figure out what I want and where we are going.

Harold Finch:
Where *are* we going?

Root:
The future, Harold. Although I guess thanks to you we're already there. Not that you'd have any of us know.

Harold Finch:
I don't know who you think I am but you have made a mistake...

Root:
Don't treat me like them. It must be talking to ants to you. They wouldn't grasp what you'd done even if you'd told them, but I've been waiting for you my whole life and you and I share an understanding.

Harold Finch:
Do we? You're a murderer and a thief.

Root:
My mom told me to follow my talents, and I'm good at what I do. Except this one time, when someone stopped me, someone who knew what I was about to do. How did you know, Harold? For months, that's what I couldn't figure out. I don't believe in magic and I knew that the government had spent years trying to build something to protect his panicked little flock. I also thought that they'd never pull it off. Because I didn't know about you. [laughs slightly] And you pulled it off, didn't you? Something to watch for all of us. The only question, Harold is why it didn't protect you.