Person of Interest (TV Series)

Aletheia (2014)

Camryn Manheim: Diane Claypool

Quotes 

• Diane Claypool : In the 1960s, the government experimented with various substances to enhance interrogations. A barbiturate in one arm to knock you out, an amphetamine in the other - a roller coaster of sorts. You can only take so many rounds of it before your heart explodes. Shall we begin? Where is it?

  Root : It is beyond your reach. You think you're in charge? It's adorable just how wrong you are.

• Diane Claypool : I believe our interests are aligned. The government can help you escape. Our department can protect you from Harold and his friend in the suit. You have been running missions for them, correct?

  Root : I'm more of an independent contractor.

  Diane Claypool : Is that why they committed you to an asylum - to keep you contained?

  Root : Seems everybody wants to lock me up.

  Diane Claypool : What I saw in the hotel confirms something that I have long suspected. You have administrative access. You have found a way inside the machine. I want you to give me that access, for the sake of your country, and perhaps for other payment.

  Root : It'd be like giving a five-year-old keys to a jet - irresponsible and stupid.

  Diane Claypool : Well, that's a shame. I was really hoping to do this the easy way.

• Diane Claypool : We have your friends surrounded. So, if you try anything, I will have them all killed. And then I will take the ear you have left and then your eyes and then your tongue. Do you understand?

  Root : You're too late. The machine's already talking. You're too old, older than 40. You can't hear a sound above 15 kilohertz. But I can... with the ear I've got left. My friend's been beeping morse code at that frequency since you brought your phone in here. She's been talking to me the whole time, telling me about you. You're scared of me, even with all these guards watching. By the way, that one has a bum knee. You're so scared of me that you hid a knife in your pocket. I couldn't reach it till you got close enough to cut me.

  [Removes her bonds, shows the knife] 

  Root : You still have a scalpel. I'd call that a fair fight.

• Root : Your guards were no match for her.

  Diane Claypool : I'm not gonna tell you anything.

  Root : You're not talking to me.

  [Into her ear piece] 

  Root : Hi, there. What do you want me to tell this bitch?

  [as the Machine] 

  Root : Why have you done this?

  Diane Claypool : The machine belongs to me.

  Root : No. I don't belong to anyone anymore. You, however, are mine. I protect you. The only thing you love lives at 254 Wendell Street, Cambridge, Massachusetts. I guard it same as I guard you. Do not question my judgment. Do not pursue me or my agents. Trust in me. I am always watching.

  Diane Claypool : What do you want?

  Root : To save you.

  Diane Claypool : From what? Save me from what?

  Root : [Back to herself]  Isn't she the best?

• Diane Claypool : Tell me, where is the machine? How do you access it? All you need to do is give me your username and password. All of this could stop.

  [Root laughs] 

  Diane Claypool : Did I say something funny?

  Root : You're asking all the wrong questions. I *am* the interface. If you want to talk to her... just give me a phone.

• Diane Claypool : How lucky are we, Agent Hersh? I thought I was getting Arthur's broken toy, Samaritan, but you, Harold... I know who you are, what you've done for us, but since you stole my device, I've been worried its intel might dry up.

  Harold Finch : That's why you've done these terrible things to Arthur, obliterated his wife's identity, stolen her life all for a contingency, a plan B?

  Diane Claypool : But now you're here. A plan B might not be necessary. You can tell me where you hid my program.

  Harold Finch : I don't know. It moved itself. It doesn't answer to me anymore.

• Diane Claypool : How do you use the machine?

  Root : I don't. She uses me.

  Diane Claypool : You view the machine as your superior?

  Root : No... Much more. My power, my reason for existing, my friend. The machine looks out for me.

  Diane Claypool : I believe you. I believe you have a link to the machine, anthropomorphic delusions aside. You say you're an interface? Your eyes and your ears are your ports, input and output? We can put a stop to that.