Person of Interest

Harold Finch:
[Opening narration from Season One] You are being watched. The government has a secret system, a machine that spies on you every hour of every day. I know because I built it. I designed the machine to detect acts of terror but it sees everything. Violent crimes involving ordinary people, people like you. Crimes the government considered "irrelevant." They wouldn't act, so I decided I would. But I needed a partner, someone with the skills to intervene. Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret. You'll never find us, but victim or perpetrator, if your number's up... we'll find *you*.

Mark Snow:
[Repeated line] Don't forget, you're behind enemy lines.

Harold Finch:
[Opening narration, Season 2] 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'll never find us, but victim or perpetrator, if your number's up... we'll find *you*

Harold Finch:
I'm a very private person.

Harold Finch:
[Opening narration, Season 4] We 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'll never find us, but victim or perpetrator, if your number's up... we'll find *you*.

[Repeated line]

Nathan Ingram:
Everyone is relevant to someone.

John Reese:
[When asked who he is] A concerned third party.

Root:
Do you really want to see what it looks like when two gods go to war?

Root:
[Regarding the machine] How badly did you have to break it to make it care about people so much?

Harold Finch:
That didn't break it. It's what made it work. It was only after I taught the Machine that people mattered that it could begin to be able to help them. I'd like to do the same thing for you, if you'd let me.

Peter Collier:
See, I knew we had something in common - many things, I suspect. You're not the only one the government has betrayed. I want your help. See, America's dying. And everybody knows it. It's not just about privacy, it's about principle. Our nation is assassinating people with drones, holding them without due process, and yes, spying on its own people without cause or limits and in direct violation of our Constitution. But we have a plan to stop it, and if you join us, you will not only have your revenge, but you will help write a new chapter in American history.

Sameen Shaw:
You're right about all of it. I did work for the government, and I do want revenge. But if that work taught me anything, it's that how you do matters as much as what you do. And by that metric, you're all just terrorists. And I kill terrorists.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Hey, nice try, Cocoa Puffs. There's no way I'm letting him leave with you.

Root:
I understand. But there are things you don't know. For starters, Cyrus is currently wanted by not one but two very dangerous organizations. And you have no idea that there are currently 27 people en route to this location, the closest of whom is carrying two concealed firearms and a push dagger he used to kill three people in Dubai last month - one of them just for fun.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
I don't care how big your brain is. Nobody's taking this guy from me without a big fat Federal warrant, you got that?

Root:
[Hands him a warrant] Joined the Bureau last month to get access to a nuclear plant in Tulsa. Long story.

Harold Finch:
How much do you know about this janitor, Ms. Groves?

Root:
Well, he's got some interesting ideas about metaphysical determinism and I think he's a Doris Day fan.

Root:
Sorry, doctor, I didn't have time to make an appointment. But I know you'll make an exception for me.

Dr. Stephen Carr:
Really? And, uh, how do you know that?

Root:
The same way I know I can put a bullet through your hand before you dial 911.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
[Regarding Root taking Cyrus Wells] She had a warrant - a real one. What was I supposed to say? "Sorry, boss, Agent King is actually a superpowered nutball. Just ask my buddy, the urban legend."

Harold Finch:
[after Root sends him an electronic Viagra ad] In the meantime, I'll try to determine what message this is meant to convey.

Sameen Shaw:
[Amused] Seems pretty clear to me, Finch.

John Reese:
I think she likes you, Harold.

Root:
I know it seems weird, but I'm one of the good guys now, Harold.

Root:
In the first thirty minutes, after Samaritan comes online, a lot of people are going to be killed. But they're gonna start with four: You, me, your helper monkey and Shaw. And there won't be a damn thing anyone, including your Machine, can do to stop it. You think I don't care about people, Harold? I'm doing all of this to save you.

Root:
Oh, did you not hear about my chat with Control? She's fun... in an unnecessary stapedectomy kind of way. But I do miss music in stereo.

Harold Finch:
Pi. Can any of you tell me what it means? [There's no response from the class] I'll settle for an intelligent question here.

Lily Williams:
My friend has a question, Mr. Swift. "What is any of this good for, and when would we ever use it?"

Harold Finch:
Let me show you. Pi, the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter, and this is just the beginning; it keeps on going, forever, without ever repeating. Which means that contained within this string of decimals, is every single other number. Your birthdate, combination to your locker, your social security number, it's all in there, somewhere. And if you convert these decimals into letters, you would have every word that ever existed in every possible combination; the first syllable you spoke as a baby, the name of your latest crush, your entire life story from beginning to end, everything we ever say or do; all of the world's infinite possibilities rest within this one simple circle. Now what you do with that information; what it's good for, well that would be up to you.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
[to Finch] Hey, I'm checking on the boy genius. Not you, the other one.

Harold Finch:
I hope you have your service weapon with you, Detective.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
[Rolls eyes] Yeah, I got you a machine gun too.

Harold Finch:
May I remind you that of the many things I'm equipped to do, pursuit would not be chief among them.

Caleb Phipps:
What are you doing here?

Harold Finch:
You're so smart, Caleb. Ask me something you don't know. The thing about being reckless - taking chances - is that you make a lot of mistakes, cause a lot of grief.

Caleb Phipps:
Gonna start lecturing me on mistakes? How I need to live and learn? Move on? That's really inspiring, Mr. Swift. I'd stand up on my desk and clap for you.

Harold Finch:
No. Your mistakes, like mine, are part of who you are now. You can't move on from that. Believe me. I've made a sizable number. But... sometimes your mistakes can surprise you. My biggest mistake, for instance... brought me here. At exactly this moment when you might need some help.

Warden Hutchins:
They're terrorists? Look more like investment bankers to me.

Special Agent Nicholas Donnelly:
Well, warden, three of them might be, but one of them is the most dangerous criminal I've ever pursued. I can hold them for 72 hours without charging them, and I fully intend to.

Warden Hutchins:
Then you have 72 hours. This is Rikers, not Guantanamo.

Harold Finch:
I see in Ms. Benthem's lesson plan that today we're doing... Addition. That can't be right.

Lily Williams:
It's busywork, punishment. We're supposed to add all the numbers from one to a hundred.

Harold Finch:
Math is NOT punishment!

Harold Finch:
You know, I used to do a little coding myself. That's an elegant string you have. But it occurs to me that if you want to implement multi-threading, you'd do better to use atomic variables. Just a thought.

Caleb Phipps:
Wait, that would work.

Harold Finch:
[Smiles] I know, that's why I suggested it.

Harold Finch:
Maybe you and I are connected. Two reckless people.

Caleb Phipps:
Yeah? Then what's the use? We're just gonna keep breaking things Over and over. Why not save everyone the grief?

Harold Finch:
The thing about the world is that it doesn't have any extra pieces. It's like pi: it contains everything. You remove a single piece, no circle. Your recklessness, your mistakes, are the reason why when they say, "You can't change the world." you won't listen. The world is better off with both of us in it, Caleb, rather than the alternative.

Caleb Phipps:
Yeah? You sure about that?

Harold Finch:
Yes, and your mom is better off with you in it. If you think money can replace you, you haven't seen the whole equation. Take it from someone who thought leaving would make it easier on everyone and then learned otherwise.

Harold Finch:
They never seem to stop texting. Beginning to feel like I'm on another planet.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Get used to it. Their planet's gonna be running ours in about ten years. High schools are different nowadays. Gang fights, drug searches, and pregnancies. This kid could be into anything.

Harold Finch:
We have more urgent matters to discuss. Our friend in Rikers.

Joss Carter:
I have the situation in hand.

Harold Finch:
I don't want you crossing some kind of line to do...

Joss Carter:
[Holds up Reese's finger print file] This? Already deleted them from the network too. That line you're talking about, I crossed it a long time ago.

Chris Beckner:
"Hacker" used to refer to industrious coders who pushed the boundaries of modern computing. Then that word became misappropriated by those who pushed the boundaries so far that they ended up with jail time. Like Kevin Mitnick, back in the 1980s. He was just trying to see how stuff worked. Mitnick was looking for flaws in the system. And he did so by breaking the law. But he proved people were the flaw, not the code. Now they're paying him millions for the same thing that got him locked up in the first place. [Class laughs] Perhaps the most notorious hacker of them all was the one that got away. Back when Uncle Sam was trying to maintain IriTrip on the budding Internet Or Arpanet, as it was known then. This hacker, this coder, hacked into the system and laid its secrets bare, ensuring that the Internet would become an open forum.

Caleb Phipps:
Plus that hacker made his mark without ever getting busted.

Chris Beckner:
True. Whoever it was, that person's still out there.

Stocky Guy:
[At bar] The first one, on me. How are you doing?

Joss Carter:
Thanks, but, um, I'm looking for something a little more... [Spots tall guy] Specific.

Tall Guy:
I have to admit, you kind of threw me at first. Asking all those questions about my background, my health. I couldn't tell whether we were flirtin' or fillin' out my medical history.

Joss Carter:
I'm a practical girl. I like to know what I'm getting into.

Tall Guy:
So are we... Getting into anything tonight?

Joss Carter:
I am. [Guy passes out]

Harold Finch:
Caleb just got a message. He's supposed to meet his supplier at 2:00. We have to follow him.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Tricky little bastard, keeping his identity a secret. He's better than most dealers twice his age.

Harold Finch:
I'll be sure and tell him how impressed you are with his criminal aptitude.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Kid's got it tough. But picking a fight with a drug dealer? A dumb move for a genius.

Chris Beckner:
The Internet's choking on streaming video. They're gonna need a new compression algorithm to continue growing. And I've got it. All I need is an investment from a firm like yours to help me get it off the ground.

Howard Glazer:
So here's the thing, Chris. I remember your code from back in college. You were a medium talent at best. There is no way that that Chris Beckner designed something this extraordinary.

Chris Beckner:
Unlike our old friends, I didn't peak in college.

Harold Finch:
I grew up during the Cold War When computer networks were just a gleam in the eye of the department of defense. Things seemed more black and white then. Arpanet was the new frontier. Till a kid with a homemade computer turned the whole thing inside out. All I'm saying is It's a new era now, and things are about to get really weird. So you should keep your code close to your vest. And pick your friends wisely. [Hands him a paper] Pi. The first 3,000 digits. My number's in there somewhere. You're smart, you'll figure it out.

Caleb Phipps:
Wait, uh, the hacker. The one who got away? How'd you know he did that with a homemade computer? I've read all that research. No one's ever mentioned that.

Harold Finch:
I must have heard it somewhere.

Sameen Shaw:
You play dumb with me one more time. I'm gonna make you eat this tie. Except right before you digest it, I'm gonna pull it out and we're gonna do this all over again.

Sameen Shaw:
You wanted to see me?

Harold Finch:
Would it be too much to ask you to snap a twig?

Sameen Shaw:
Not my thing.

Holly:
So what is it you really do again?

John Reese:
I help people.

Holly:
You wanna help me get a drink?

Harold Finch:
Mr. Reese, I understand your frustration with the opacity of the Machine, but there is a reason I chose to make it that way. The Machine only gives us numbers because I would always rather that a human element remain in determining something so critical as someone's fate. We have free will, and with that comes great responsibility, and some times great loss. I miss her dearly too...

Owen Matthews:
You seem like an angry guy. Do you want to talk about that? I really think you want to talk about that.

Owen Matthews:
So, I'm sitting at my kitchen this morning, having my breakfast-toast, dry, butter's bad for your heart.

John Reese:
Almost as bad as a cartel hit man.

Owen Matthews:
Whoa! What's with the conspiracy theories, Mr. Dark and Stormy?

Owen Matthews:
Going through other people's stuff, that's not cool. What are you looking for?

John Reese:
A safety razor, maybe. Hairspray.

Owen Matthews:
Dude, your hair looks fine. That salt-and-pepper thing's like catnip to soccer moms. Go au naturel.

Sameen Shaw:
Dizzy? Tongue a little itchy?

Hersh:
Shaw.

Sameen Shaw:
You once taught me that an operative should always wet their lips and wait for symptoms before drinking anything. Scopolamine. Tachycardia will be setting in shortly. Fatigue, amnesia...

Hersh:
I know what the drug does.

Sameen Shaw:
You're conscious, but you've been rendered completely docile.

Hersh:
I'm on a job right now.

Sameen Shaw:
You were. Guy with the glasses on the laptop, right? That was the number you were supposed to kill tonight?

Hersh:
I trained you well.

Aziz Al-Ibrahim:
Even though your brother killed himself, he saved someone else.

Control:
You want me to help Greer, the man who stole Samaritan from me?

Senator Ross Garrison:
Let's put your ego aside for a moment, shall we?

Control:
Ross, I know that Samaritan is an excellent plan B. I just don't like having to pay for something that belongs to me in the first place.

Niall Jacobs:
We're going to win. We're smarter than you and your fascist friends. You're too late to stop it from happening.

John Reese:
Stop what?

Niall Jacobs:
The Revolution.

John Greer:
It's truly a pleasure to put a face to the name, Mr. Finch. I've been wanting to meet you for a long time now.

Harold Finch:
What is it that you want, Mr. Greer?

John Greer:
I want to talk about the future. And who more qualified for that conversation than the father of artificial intelligence?

Harold Finch:
An unintended side effect of an altruistic goal.

John Greer:
Altruism? Funny. I'd always imagined it was about the power of creation. I've felt it myself.

Harold Finch:
Your endeavor to bring Samaritan online is a grave error in judgment.

John Greer:
You must've known this moment would come. Or did you think nobody else could accomplish what you did, that you were unique? I must admit you played everyone very well right up until this moment. And now your God has disappeared, operating on its own accord. Children can be so disappointing.

[pause]

John Greer:
The world needs structure, Mr. Finch and Samaritan will provide that.

Harold Finch:
I'd beware of false idols, Mr. Greer. If you were so confident that Samaritan was functional, why did you go to such great lengths to find me?

John Greer:
To keep an eye on you. As the father of AI, you're the only man in the world who can destroy it.

Harold Finch:
Where does that leave us then?

John Greer:
Right here. Until the moment Samaritan opens its eyes. And then the world will no longer need you.

Daniel Casey:
[When he sees Reese] You're that government hitman that made me pull out my molars!

Jason Greenfield:
That's messed up.

John Reese:
Relax, Casey. I'm retired. [Turns to Root] What are they doing here, Root?

Root:
Daizo, Jason, Daniel, and I have been on the road collecting certain contraband in the Tri-Cities.

Sameen Shaw:
That sounds both vague and dangerous.

John Greer:
Samaritan is not for sale, Senator. Decima will retain ownership. We will provide you the critical information.

Senator Ross Garrison:
You want me to give a private corporation access to the government feeds, to 300 million Americans; just so you can sell the information back to us?

John Greer:
Samaritan is far superior to your last endeavor. It'll answer all your questions, it won't create riddles. There'll be no numbers to sort through. No uncertainties about culpability. Just pure unfettered information.

Senator Ross Garrison:
Why would we agree to that? If we don't own the system, what exactly do we get?

John Greer:
Plausible deniability. Samaritan is privately owned by a third party, one that can shoulder the blame for your next civil liberties scandal.

Senator Ross Garrison:
And if I say no?

John Greer:
hose are my terms, Senator. You must ask yourself this. Do you wanna prevent acts of terror or do you wanna stay in the dark and watch your country burn?

Peter Collier:
I can't tell you how long I've waited for this moment. How long we've all been waiting. Now is the time to expose the truth to our fellow citizens... the truth that has been lurking beneath the shadows for so long... that their country's no longer theirs... that their freedoms have been stripped away one camera, one cell phone, one megabyte at a time. Now's the time to pull back the curtain. Welcome to your trial, ladies and gentlemen. And welcome to the trial of the United States government. Court is now in session.

Sameen Shaw:
[Listening in to a meeting between Garrison and Control] Are you two hearing this? They're ready to get in bed with Decima and go all 1984 on us. Let me just shoot 'em now. I mean more than usual.

Root:
We still don't know if they're the perpetrators yet, Shaw.

Sameen Shaw:
You're joking. It's *Control*. She almost killed you, Root. And me. And Harold. Should I continue?

Root:
We all make mistakes.

John Greer:
Have you ever seen a newborn foal trying to stand for the first time? Those trembling legs trying to balance, shaking until the moment it finds itself on all fours. Seeing a child walk for the first time is something extraordinary. But you watched your child stand and then you hobbled it.

Harold Finch:
You could never understand. You're a destroyer, not a creator.

Harold Finch:
The machine it started developing abilities I never expected, things I hadn't yet programmed it to do. And there wasn't an algorithm in the world that could control its exponential growth. And by the time I figured one out myself it would've been too late.

John Greer:
Too late for what?

Harold Finch:
Isn't that just the question? Having built something significantly smarter than myself, how could I possibly anticipate its evolution?

John Greer:
Hmm. Uncertainty. Your personal abyss.

Harold Finch:
I built the machine to save lives, but how could I be certain that it wouldn't one day determine that all of humanity was irrelevant? Please, you cannot allow Samaritan to go online. The consequences of an open system will be devastating.

John Greer:
"The father became fearful of his son, so he wounded him". A tale told time and again. I don't think of Samaritan as a child. I'm not that presumptuous. But I plan to celebrate its brilliance not muzzle it.

Harold Finch:
It's pure hubris to think that you can control something so powerful.

John Greer:
Whoever said I wanted to control it?

Control:
We don't send out a press release every time we save lives, we can't. And while the public shouts from the rooftops about their civil liberties they do so under the protective bubble of the very program in which they're railing against, the one that saves them from terrorist attacks every single day.

Sameen Shaw:
Control just went in for the full-court press on total world domination. Can I kill her now?

Root:
Not yet.

Root:
Shaw? I think it's time you had a chat with your old boss.

Sameen Shaw:
I'm on it. We'll chat about how I'm gonna kill her.

Root:
Use your words.

Control:
Agent Shaw.

Sameen Shaw:
Ma'am. Long time no gunfire.

Manuel Rivera:
You know this woman?

Control:
You remember the operator who took out the terrorist near your children's school? [to Shaw] What do you want?

Sameen Shaw:
I can't believe what I'm about to say. I'm here to rescue you.

John Greer:
I always think of my youth when the power goes out. Blackouts were a everyday occurrence.

Harold Finch:
The blitz.

John Greer:
German air raids lasted nine months. Felt like years.

Harold Finch:
You must've been very young.

John Greer:
My mother and I used to sleep in the tube along with many other families. One night we were late getting to the station. And I saw the sunset for the first time in months. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. But it wasn't a sunset at all. The sky was on fire.

John Greer:
The era of the nation-state is over, Mr. Finch. There are no more borders. Or hadn't you noticed?

Harold Finch:
I think you're overestimating the power of artificial intelligence.

John Greer:
We both know that that is impossible. How often alliances shift in times of war. Not that those alliances ever truly exist. They're an illusion. Like seeing a sunset in a sky of flames.

Harold Finch:
What is it you expect from Samaritan?

John Greer:
I want to live under a more just rule. Samaritan will never sleep with its secretary, or embezzle money from its campaign fund. Its decisions will be based on pure logic. Now that's a leader deserving of our vote.

Sameen Shaw:
We're not here to kill Control. We're here to save her.

George Hersh:
You can lie better than that, Shaw.

Sameen Shaw:
Just 'cause you stopped listening to the numbers doesn't mean they've stopped coming.

Sameen Shaw:
Where's Finch?

George Hersh:
You think I know?

Sameen Shaw:
My friend is never wrong, which is as annoying as that sounds.

George Hersh:
Why would I trust you?

John Reese:
I haven't shot you yet and you did try to kill me.

Sameen Shaw:
You did kill me.

George Hersh:
Those were my orders. Besides, you got me back, Shaw.

Sameen Shaw:
Oh, not even close. I drugged you. I left you with your heart still beating.

George Hersh:
I think we're getting off topic.

George Hersh:
My car's out front.

Sameen Shaw:
Oh, you think you're driving?

George Hersh:
Well, you're certainly not driving.

John Reese:
I'll drive.

George Hersh:
I'll pass.

Sameen Shaw:
Okay, here's the deal. I'm gonna drive, Reese sits in the back, while you ride shotgun, agreed?

John Reese:
Why do these Decima guys keep killing themselves?

Root:
It's for the insurance. Each agent gets a policy when they join the organization. Get caught, get nothing. Have an accident... Their next of kin gets a payday.

Sameen Shaw:
Well, Mr. Payday there was our last lead on Finch. We're back to square one.

Root:
The machine says we have other things to worry about.

John Reese:
Greer has Finch. He's the only thing we have to worry about.

John Greer:
Quite the winter we're having.

Senator Ross Garrison:
I don't suppose you're here to sell me on global climate change.

John Greer:
Hmm. It would be nice if we could prepare for the future instead of trying to clean up after the past.

Senator Ross Garrison:
I'm meeting with the president's intelligence adviser today.

John Greer:
Use the beta test results to convince them. Samaritan is a sleeping giant. We need those feeds to awaken it.

Arthur Claypool:
Stealing a car, almost dying... it reminds me of the old days at MIT, Harold.

Harold Finch:
Arthur, I need you to consider what may happen when that door opens, how Samaritan could be abused. End this. Destroy the drives.

Arthur Claypool:
No. This is life... or as close as we mortals come to saying, "Let there be light."

Harold Finch:
It is extraordinary, and it is beautiful. So are mushroom clouds, in their own ways. 155 Manhattan project scientists sent a petition to President Truman begging him not to use the bomb, but they had created a demon too great to resist.

Arthur Claypool:
Harold, this is knowledge. It's what we fought for. It'll just all be lost.

Harold Finch:
No, your knowledge will not be lost. Nathan and I used your ideas. We built it.

Arthur Claypool:
I was right. There was another project. It was you.

Harold Finch:
Ms. Shaw, what's your situation?

Sameen Shaw:
Rock and a hard place. I'd take out Vigilance, but they're the only ones keeping Hersh out. I can probably handle an ISA tac team by myself, but no guarantees.

Harold Finch:
We need an escape route, but you have to be careful. I urge you to consider what Mr. Reese would do.

Sameen Shaw:
Brood.

Harold Finch:
As you've said, you're a hammer. Mr. Reese is a scalpel. This requires a bit more finesse.

Sameen Shaw:
Well, I've got finesse coming out of my ass, Harold.

Harold Finch:
This plan feels rather reckless.

Sameen Shaw:
There's a time for a scalpel and a time for a hammer. It's hammer time.

Arthur Claypool:
Your machine - is it wonderful?

Harold Finch:
Wonderful? Yes... and terrible. We saved good people and lost good people. In the end, I'm afraid we've only given the deck a shuffle.

Arthur Claypool:
Everything slides toward chaos. Your creation, it brings us poor souls a cupful of order. Your child is a dancing star.

Harold Finch:
It's not my child, it's a machine.

Arthur Claypool:
A false dichotomy. It's all electricity. Does it make you laugh? Does it make you weep?

Harold Finch:
Yes.

Arthur Claypool:
What's more human?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
They got to let us out of here soon. They're just keeping us in here for a laugh at this point.

John Reese:
Nothing wrong with jail. Some of the best vacations I've ever had were behind bars.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You're a peach, you know that?

Arthur Claypool:
Your machine - is it wonderful?

Harold Finch:
Wonderful... yes, and terrible. We saved good people and lost good people. In the end, I'm afraid we've only given the deck a shuffle.

Harold Finch:
Welcome home.

John Reese:
I can't stay. I came back to protect you. You're someone the world can't afford to lose. But I lost a friend because of your machine. We trusted blindly, but I'm not so sure he cares who matters and who doesn't.

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.

Sameen Shaw:
Why does Control want the drives to a broken program?

Harold Finch:
The program's only broken until somebody smart fixes it.

Harold Finch:
Arthur, what Control said - now, I need you to think very hard - was it true? Did you make a backup?

Sameen Shaw:
Save it, Harold. He's closed for business.

Arthur Claypool:
Of course I made a backup. It's just that that woman seemed quite dangerous, so I played the tumor card. It was a ruse, remembering to forget.

Sameen Shaw:
[smiles] You're growing on me, Arthur.

Arthur Claypool:
Who are you?

Young Harold Finch:
I'm making something that'll help you.

Finch's Father:
You're still working on that memory thing.

Young Harold Finch:
Not just memory. It's more of a friend. Maybe one day, this guy will watch over you, learn from you protect you.

Finch's Father:
Well, if anyone can do it, it's you. The world spins on dreamers like you, Harold.

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:
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.

Bank Manager:
Your safe deposit box is just over here, Mr. Smoot.

Sameen Shaw:
[to Harold] Who the hell is Rudiger Smoot?

Harold Finch:
It was a dare. Arthur said I couldn't create a false identity sound enough to open a bank account. The added challenge was the obviously fake name - Rudiger Smoot.

Sameen Shaw:
I've always said banks were meant to be robbed.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
How about we just figure a way to get out of here and go home?

John Reese:
Home? What home, Lionel?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You know, I mean, you've never actually invited me over, but home - meaning our friends and that thing we were doing.

John Reese:
What is it we were doing again?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Helping people, keeping 'em safe so they could get home to their loved ones.

John Reese:
No offense, Lionel. I know the whole "being a good guy" thing is new to you, but you're not fooling anyone, and neither will we. We weren't helping people. We were delaying the inevitable.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
No one ever said we were gonna win, but it doesn't mean you stop fighting.

John Reese:
No. I've learned my lesson. It's entropy, Lionel, decay. We save someone, they'll still lose, just tomorrow, not today. And I know that now, same as I know you'll probably go back to be a corrupt piece of garbage. Water finds its level.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
[Angry] You know what? She was the best of us - better than me and a damn sight better than you. And she got killed. But where I come from, that doesn't mean you just give up.

Arthur Claypool:
The government wanted an open system.

Harold Finch:
That the NSA could control targeting individuals at whim? But it's broken. So there's no reason to be scared.

Arthur Claypool:
No. Harold... meet Samaritan. [Opens his box, take out the drives, and sighs] AI - You always said it was impossible, and you were always right about everything.

Harold Finch:
There's something else. [Takes out a slip of paper and reads] "The world breaks everyone, and afterward many are strong at the broken places".

Arthur Claypool:
That's my handwriting.

Harold Finch:
It's dated February 24, 2005. What does it mean?

Arthur Claypool:
I haven't the foggiest, but look at my penmanship. It's exquisite.

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] 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 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.

Arthur Claypool:
Harold. I did it. I solved it before they shut me down. Harold, Samaritan is alive.

Harold Finch:
...Alive? It's not alive, Arthur.

Arthur Claypool:
The project broke me, but humans are broken from the moment of conception. Mutations, defects - it's all so wonderful. The chance of disaster. We fail, we learn, we fail. My program was too perfect.

Harold Finch:
You're talking about evolutionary algorithms, genetic programming

Arthur Claypool:
That day, Harold, I broke it. I forced it to delete bits of itself - its code, its blood - and then reboot. Rebirth Flailing in the dark. A loop, ten times a second, and after ten hours, Harold, 360,000 mutations, it would live or die trying, and it lived. It sparked. It stirred. For 30 seconds, it smiled... and then died.

Harold Finch:
And the next day the government shut you down. That's why you saved it.

Arthur Claypool:
Protecting my child.

Peter Collier:
You know, since we first crossed paths, I've tried to find information about you, but there is none.

Harold Finch:
I'm quite private.

Peter Collier:
As am I. I think we have a lot in common. I'd like to work together, make a deal. You don't have to die.

Harold Finch:
[Quotes] Civil liberties cannot be forged in blood.

Peter Collier:
Violent revolt is an American value. Do you know the man you're protecting? We believe he's building a secret system, a system the government plans to put in place to spy on all of us. Now, he must be held accountable. And the world needs to know about this program. Either let us in, or we will blow the vault wide open.

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

Harold Finch:
These people outside - if they get your Samaritan, they will hurt it, imprison it, enslave it, and use it to enslave others. Is that the life that you would wish for your child?

Arthur Claypool:
[Looks at the drives] Good-bye. I'll remember you. [Smashes them]

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] Hi, there. What do you want me to tell this b*tch? [as the Machine] 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?

Arthur Claypool:
I'm glad you built it, Harold. Somebody would have eventually. For all our sakes, I'm glad it was you.

Bank Manager:
I was able to swap out the drives. Various interested parties think they were destroyed.

John Greer:
Excellent work. Did you examine the drives' contents or tell anyone about them?

Bank Manager:
Absolutely not.

John Greer:
Thank you for your service. You have earned my highest esteem. [Shoots her, takes the drives] My Samaritan you are destined for great things.

Hersh:
This doesn't have to escalate. Everyone can walk out alive.

Peter Collier:
Come on, no need to play games. We both know I'm not a bank robber and you're not a hostage negotiator.

Hersh:
...If you evacuate in the next 60 seconds, we'll let you live. If not, your organization ceases to exist. No records, no funerals.

Peter Collier:
You have no intention of letting us leave, but I'm glad we talked. My sources tell me the drives hold intel about a worldwide surveillance system, but judging from your concern, I'm guessing it's something even more explosive than that; something worth dying for. We will expose the abuses our government has perpetrated. Good-bye, Agent.

Root:
[on the phone] I'm sorry I left without saying good-bye. Tell Shaw I was touched she came to look for me.

Harold Finch:
Where are you, Ms. Groves?

Root:
I wish you'd listened. We were supposed to help Claypool together. Then the drives would've never fallen into the wrong hands.

Harold Finch:
Arthur destroyed the drives.

Root:
Are you sure? The bank manager, Karen Wallace?

Harold Finch:
We lost track of her in the explosion.

Root:
No, Harold, they found her body stuffed in a closet. She was murdered just before you arrived.

Harold Finch:
Who was in the vault with us, then?

Root:
That's my problem now.

Leon Tao:
Are you the Nigerian scammers? I can't believe you're actually Nigerian.

Leon Tao:
It's not technically a crime to scam a scammer!

Nigerian:
But it is a crime to cut out a man's intestines and make him wear them as a hat.

Leon Tao:
Wait. You - you plan to kill me?

[Realization hits]

Nigerian:
Probably.

Leon Tao:
Okay, that's a big mistake. Yeah, you better get out of here, right now while you still can.

[Reese busts into the room and attacks the Nigerians]

John Reese:
Lou gave you the slip, didn't he?

Harold Finch:
When he deposited my keys in a tank full of crustaceans, I got the distinct impression that he didn't appreciate being followed.

Detective Joss Carter:
I need you to tell me the truth about something.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
There's no Santa. It was your parents.

Leon Tao:
It's not like I'm still crying over Candi, but it's always the same story, you know? You find a girl you like. She's tall, she's pretty, and it turns out someone paid her to handcuff you to a bed so they could murder you.

John Reese:
Same old story.

John Reese:
Seems his game of choice is baccarat.

Harold Finch:
Ah, he enjoys the classics. It's designed to be simple. Two hands. Player, banker. You guess which hand adds up closest to nine.

John Reese:
I was an international spy, Finch. I know how to play baccarat.

Lou Mitchell:
So you think, uh, you think I'll be able to come back?

Harold Finch:
Maybe. Eventually.

Lou Mitchell:
At my age, there's not much eventually left.

Leon Tao:
So this guy's dealing drugs?

Harold Finch:
That's putting it mildly. Based on the financial information I've seen, he's laundering profits on the order of eight figures.

Leon Tao:
Wow, I'm jealous... angry. Angry. He must be stopped.

John Reese:
We have to stop meeting like this.

Leon Tao:
But I'm always so happy to see you.

John Reese:
Next time this happens, Leon, I'm gonna be on vacation.

Harold Finch:
Mr. Reese, I see you've returned to the casino. Is Lou at the tables?

John Reese:
He will be soon.

Harold Finch:
To do what? He has no money!

John Reese:
Tell that to the wad of bills he just forked over to the cashier.

Harold Finch:
The casino tracts regular gamblers through a loyalty card system. If we could access Lou's, it would have information on his entire gambling history.

John Reese:
Any way you can hack into the system?

Harold Finch:
I've been trying since yesterday. Casinos invest heavily in their security, and their firewalls are of the tricky sort. But every Achilles has a heel, and theirs is greed. Their video blackjack game is connected to the internet so that online users can lose money too. I'm playing against you right now.

John Reese:
[Looks at the game on his screen] You're not doing very well.

Harold Finch:
Winning is not the goal. The game is so eager to let me play that it's allowed my malware to slip through.

John Reese:
Remind me never to cross you, Finch.

Harold Finch:
Mr. Mitchell, I believe that you may be in grave danger. Let me help you.

Lou Mitchell:
Yeah, cause when people need help, they think, "call the IRS".

IAB Detective Ginsberg:
Detective Szymanski, did you talk to Anthony Marconi two nights ago?

Detective Bill Szymanski:
No. Absolutely not.

IAB Detective Ginsberg:
No? Then when was the last time you guys talked?

Detective Bill Szymanski:
[Gestures to the photo of Scarface] The last time I talked to that guy, his men shot me.

John Reese:
You can trust me. I'm with...

Lou Mitchell:
Harold? Yeah, I figured. So I guess you're not really with the IRS, huh?

John Reese:
Is it that obvious?

Lou Mitchell:
I made a promise, Harold. To Marilyn, right before she passed. She grabbed my arm. She knew what I was thinking. That - that maybe I'd, you know, join her. And she told me she didn't save my life, so I could throw it away.

Harold Finch:
And you haven't.

Lou Mitchell:
Laundering drug money? That's a living? And now to just run away? No. No, I'm taking back every dime I put in his pocket. Please. I don't want to die a loser.

Harold Finch:
Very well. Then if we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right. I think you can take Makris for more than the 320,000. But to win big, you have to bet big. So I'm staking you. And you'd better be as good as you say you are.

Darien Makris:
All you had to do was lose, old man. So before you die, I'm gonna make you realize that you are a loser. And that's all you're ever gonna be. You like games, right, Lou? Huh? [Pulls out a gun, loads a single bullet] Roulette's my favorite. It's just you versus the wheel. You may skate by for a spin or two. But in the end, the house always wins.

Lou Mitchell:
[Makris points the gun at Reese] I - I'll give you all the money back, just don't - just stop this. Just stop it

Darien Makris:
[Fires, no bullet] Oh, he's safe. For now. [Moves the gun to Leon]

Leon Tao:
Come on, man. You gotta save me. That's your thing! [Makris fires, again miss]

Darien Makris:
Not him either. The odds are getting worse. [Moves the Gun to Harold]

Harold Finch:
[to Lou] Sometimes your luck just runs out. [Reese springs into action, flips the table with one kick, takes out Makris' guys]

Lou Mitchell:
[Makris tries to shoot, his gun is empty] Hey, dumbass I cheated. [Holds up the bullet]

Lionel Fusco:
[Sitting in a car] Thanks for the sandwich. But why do you gotta drag me all the way up here, just to watch your girl snap a few memories?

Sameen Shaw:
When's the last time you saw a New Yorker from The Village take tourist photos at the UN?

Lionel Fusco:
Mm. That's a good point. If you're so smart, what do you need me for? [There's a knock on window]

NYPD Patrolman:
You can't park here! Security precaution.

Lionel Fusco:
[Flashes his badge] Yeah, I got one of those.

Sameen Shaw:
Way to make yourself useful, Lionel.

Lionel Fusco:
You know, I don't understand all the hoopla with the UN anyway. Bunch of silver-spoon bureaucrats, if you ask me. And don't even get me started with the extraterritorial privileges either.

Sameen Shaw:
Oh, I should've just stolen a badge.

Ken Davis:
I've secured the generators you were looking for. They shipped from Akcaabat Port last week. What are you trying to power? New York City?

John Greer:
Sorry to hear about your friend Sevon. But just as well. He worked for an antiquated institution. Hard to believe that Nation States still think they have any influence, even in cooperation.

Ken Davis:
Sevon got sloppy.

John Greer:
I can't afford such liabilities.

Ken Davis:
Then lucky for me I'm careful.

John Greer:
Indeed.

[Greer's men black bag Davis]

Legionnaire #3:
Consider this payback for what you did to my friend. [Reese laughs] What's so funny?

John Reese:
Second round is always more accurate than the first.

Legionnaire #3:
What second round? You're not even holding a gun.

John Reese:
I wasn't talking about me. [a smoke grenade comes through the window and hits the Legionnaire in the head]

Lionel Fusco:
How many countries you think there are in the UN? Like 50-something?

Sameen Shaw:
[sighs] 193. You know, you really should get out more. Learn something about other cultures.

Lionel Fusco:
What are you talking about? I just ate a falafel.

Sameen Shaw:
Yeah, and you got some on your tie.

Lionel Fusco:
[Looks down] Aww, that's the second tie this week.

Sameen Shaw:
Our girl's got more foreign contacts than Reese and I combined.

Sameen Shaw:
This delivery of a mysterious package? Sounds like pre-operational tactics.

Harold Finch:
Tactics? Of what?

Sameen Shaw:
A terrorist cell.

Harold Finch:
If Maria were a relevant number, she would fall under the government's purview.

Sameen Shaw:
Maybe the machine got its wires crossed. Ever since it's had that cochlear cuckoo on speed dial...

Harold Finch:
I fail to see how its relationship with Ms. Groves has anything to do with this.

John Reese:
Baghdad for masguf.

Sameen Shaw:
Saddam knew his fish. I'll give you that. But shawarma? [Chuckles] Beirut, hands down.

Lionel Fusco:
All these fat-cat diplomats travel all over the world, eating on someone else's dime while they talk about feeding the poor.

Sameen Shaw:
Maybe you ought to consider applying for a passport.

Lionel Fusco:
I have a passport. My ex and I went to Saint Thomas for our honeymoon.

Sameen Shaw:
You mean the *US* Virgin Islands?

Maria Martinez:
Who the hell was that?

Sameen Shaw:
French Algerian. With a Maserin bolt knife. I'd say French Foreign Legion. You've made friends all over the world, Maria.

Maria Martinez:
Foreign Legion? Why would they wanna kill me?

Sameen Shaw:
I don't know. I don't speak French.

Sameen Shaw:
What's up with the Evel Knievel stunt?

John Reese:
They didn't teach you that in Marine jump school?

Sameen Shaw:
Only if a 5-cent piece of lead won't get you out the door.

John Greer:
Hello, Ms. Groves. I commend your tracking abilities. Sense of smell is often the most neglected of the five senses. And one which machines can't replicate. At least not yet. [Chuckles] When I was a boy, we had a foxhound called...

Root:
Churchill.

John Greer:
Shall we cut to the chase?

Root:
You have some things that don't belong to you - two hard drives, a superconducting chip, and six generators. Which means, either your planning to bring Samaritan online or you're the world's most ambitious gamer.

John Greer:
Why waste time arguing about small battles, when we could be discussing the larger war? Perhaps you and I have more in common than you think.

Root:
I don't think so. I want the machine to be free. You want to control it.

John Greer:
I won't bore you with academic theories about competing civilizations. It's human nature to want to control the means to wealth, hmm? Whether it be salt or gold or oil.

Root:
Or information.

John Greer:
It *is* the new currency.

Root:
And if someone's gonna control it, it might as well be you?

John Greer:
Imagine what it would be like to merge, permanently. I could use someone with such capabilities.

Root:
And why would I do that?

John Greer:
Because I know what you know to be true, Ms. Groves, hmm? Everyone thinks you're crazy. But I don't. Because we understand what's coming. What's about to happen. Don't we?

John Greer:
And what makes you think you're in any position to negotiate? [Two of Greer's goons appear with guns]

Root:
Touche.

John Greer:
I never feel civilized negotiating from the end of a barrel. Either end. Shall we call this one a draw? Perhaps next time we meet you'll reconsider my offer.

Shelly:
[Voiceover] Go home to your loved ones. Hold your daughter tight, because a new day is dawning. And those who impede progress - the disruptive, the aberrant - will be systematically purged from our society. There will be no mercy. No stay of execution. For some, this will be the end. But for others, a rebirth. A second chance to live the life they were designed for. Every life given a purpose. Samaritan will build a new world. A better world.

Control:
Too bad you won't live to see it. [Shoots her]

Root:
[on the phone] Hello?

Sameen Shaw:
Root, are you there? It's me. I need your help

[breaking up]

Root:
Shaw? Wait. Sameen!

Harold Finch:
It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you.

Admitting Physician:
Who exactly is after you?

Harold Finch:
The Brotherhood, the federal government. An artificial super intelligence, obviously.

Admitting Physician:
What's your name, sir?

Harold Finch:
I go by many names. All derived from species of birds.

Root:
I'd mark him as a John Doe. He basically lives in the subway.

Harold Finch:
Pardon me. Lenny? [pointing to the doctors] These gentlemen stole your spaceman.

Lenny:
Liars! You stole my spaceman! [Attacking the doctors]

Carl Elias:
You're calmer than normal, John. Given the circumstances.

John Reese:
I took a trip to the mountains, and I saw an old friend. Just reminded me what I've been missing.

Carl Elias:
And what is that?

John Reese:
Life.

John Greer:
Samaritan is offering your machine a second chance to save the lifes of its human agents. Give up its location, or they die. The offer expires in 60 seconds.

Root:
Don't do it. Please. Don't give yourself up. Harold was right. We are interchangeable. You can replace us. You can keep fighting.

The Machine:
[displays text on screens, turns off lights] You are wrong, Harold. You are not interchangeable. I failed to save Sameen. I will not fail you now.

Carl Elias:
Honest about your deceit. How noble.

Martine Rousseau:
[Referring to Harold] Doesn't look like much of a fighter. Bet he'll die without so much as a peep.

Root:
[Martine reaches for Root's hand, but Root grabs her arm and then breaks her neck. Martine falls to the floor] What do you know? Not a peep.

Harold Finch:
Have you forgotten her already? You've already discarded her, and you're a human being. Imagine how quickly that thing that you've created would discard you. Do you ever lie awake at night wondering if one day it will see you as a threat? Or worse, as irrelevant?

John Greer:
How arrogant of you to think that any of us are anything but irrelevant.

Harold Finch:
Ok, don't lose your head, Ms. Groves, this might mean nothing, but they're holding a compact Persian sociopath in room 914.

Detective Joss Carter:
You hacked into his company?

Harold Finch:
Hacked is such an ugly word...

John Reese:
How could you let her go?

Harold Finch:
I didn't... she knocked down the books and walked off...

John Reese:
She can't walk, Finch!

Harold Finch:
[after the baby was found playing with a grenade] I told you to move your arsenal!

John Reese:
I was going to...

Harold Finch:
When? After the whole place was blown up? You know how I feel about guns! This really isn't working... one of us always being here - minding the baby!

John Reese:
Well, you're the one who stole her...

Harold Finch:
Thanks for reminding me of that!

Carl Elias:
John, it's good to see you again. So tell me, did you fall out with your boss? Are you looking for a job?

John Reese:
I'm looking for help.

Carl Elias:
From me? Why would I help you?

John Reese:
I saved your life.

Carl Elias:
You did, didn't you? But you also broke up a little family reunion that I had planned. That was you, wasn't it? [John is silent] Honest to a fault. What's this about?

John Reese:
Someone kidnapped a child, murdered her mother. Just like Moretti murdered your mother, stole your childhood.

Carl Elias:
I survived.

John Reese:
This child won't. She's six months old, a baby. I know you're aiming to take over this city, but to control it, you need rules. When people start targeting children, there are no rules... no winners!

John Reese:
...hope you gave her something to eat - and not just your hand-me-downs.

Harold Finch:
Chicken and prunes... they're her favourites.

John Reese:
Sounds... disgusting.

Detective Joss Carter:
You brought her with you? Every cop in that city is looking for that kid.

John Reese:
I'm teaching her to go undercover. She's a natural.

Harold Finch:
[Changing the baby] This flap here, that flap there, see? Neat and simple.

John Reese:
I see your time at MIT wasn't wasted.

John Reese:
Uh-oh. Amber alert. "Baby kidnapped from St. Raymond's clinic last night. Suspect is a short man with mousy hair and thick glasses". That's not very flattering, Finch, but better than the picture.

[There's a very bad picture of Finch]

Harold Finch:
It's no wonder they never catch anybody with these things.

Detective Joss Carter:
Don't tell me you're here for Moretti. How did you know he was being released? [John gives her a look] Should have guessed. Whenever you show up, trouble's just around the corner.

John Reese:
What's your plan, Carter?

Detective Joss Carter:
I got authority to offer Moretti protection. In exchange, he tells us how to get New York's public enemy number one. His own son: Elias.

Detective Joss Carter:
Where's the baby now?

Harold Finch:
John has her.

Detective Joss Carter:
John? John? You trust him with a baby?

Scarface:
[as he tosses Reese's gun back to him] I'd have just shot you, but the Boss has got a soft spot for you.

Nurse Abbott:
Leila's a safe-haven baby. Dr. Adalian himself found her outside the clinic.

Harold Finch:
So who applied for her social security number?

Nurse Abbott:
That was me. I wanted to be sure the state knew who Leila was, even if her own parents didn't care. Normally she'd be given up for adoption by now, but she had medical issues like her bronchitis. She'll find a home soon.

Harold Finch:
Thank you, nurse. [Nurse leaves. Harold looks at the baby, the most recent number] Hello, Leila. Now who in the world would want to hurt you?

Gianni Moretti:
Do I have to stay here?

Detective Joss Carter:
You're a free man, Gianni. You can walk out of here and into a bullet anytime - or you can stay and help us get Elias before he gets you!

Detective Joss Carter:
Who you buying that stuff for?

Harold Finch:
That's why I wanted to talk to you. A baby went missing from a clinic in Washington Heights last night.

Detective Joss Carter:
Missing? It was stolen! By some weird-looki...

[Looks at Finch]

Detective Joss Carter:
No. You didn't.

Harold Finch:
She was in imminent danger of kidnap.

Detective Joss Carter:
So *you* kidnapped her?

John Reese:
Hey, Finch. Got eyes on the Petrosians, getting ears. These guys have serious money, Finch. You probably go to the same country club.

Harold Finch:
Oh, excellent. The accountants at the clinic have coughed up the tax ID numbers of their donor. Nothing like a fear of the IRS to produce results. Tax ID belongs to Petrosian Construction. Company owned by Adnan Petrosian. And if we dive into that swamp of indiscretion known as social media, we will learn that Adnan Petrosian has been married to Nicola for more than 20 years. They have one son Bradley, who's taking a master's in finance at NYU.

John Reese:
[Holds up Leila to a picture of Adnan and Bradley] Dadda? Or dadda?

Harold Finch:
Be serious, Mr. Reese.

Detective Joss Carter:
You know Elias is looking for you.

Gianni Moretti:
I don't see him.

Detective Joss Carter:
Not yet. But I could put you somewhere safe, try to keep you alive.

Gianni Moretti:
Now I remember you now. You're the one Elias wanted to kill. The cop who's on her own. Looks like nothing's changed.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Did you hear Gianni Moretti got out of prison yesterday then vanished? All state police found was five dead goombas.

Lionel Fusco:
Mobsters killing each other - how tragic.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Except it wasn't just mobsters. Your partner was there too.

Lionel Fusco:
Carter?

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Looks like she and a couple of cowboys got some kind of rinky-dink off-book operation. They've hidden Moretti. We want to find out where.

Lionel Fusco:
HR can't find out? Thought you guys had your fingers in all the pies.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
You are one of the pies, Fusco.

John Reese:
Bradley Petrosian has been a good student. Hasn't phoned anyone, hasn't spoken to any suspicious characters.

Harold Finch:
So are we barking up the wrong tree?

John Reese:
Maybe. Hang on. He's meeting someone. [Watches Bradley greet a man - with a kiss] Finch You were right about the wrong tree.

Harold Finch:
What?

John Reese:
I don't think Bradley Petrosian was sleeping with Claudia Cruz. His tastes run in the other direction.

Harold Finch:
[Leila has been taken] So no one knows where she is.

John Reese:
Not no one. There is someone who knows the underworld, the soldiers, the gangs, the syndicates.

Harold Finch:
Come on, you're not serious.

John Reese:
You still have that burner phone?

Harold Finch:
No, we can't use it.

John Reese:
Leila is in the hands of men who won't hesitate to kill her if things go bad.

Harold Finch:
It's still too risky.

John Reese:
I'm all out of moves, Finch. Risk is all I've got left.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Anything on Carter yet?

Lionel Fusco:
I followed her. Learned something.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
What? What'd you learn?

Lionel Fusco:
[Seems conflicted] She... she had a pizza. She got a thing for pepperoni.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
And I got a dead body with your name on it. Don't think I won't use it.

John Reese:
All right. You win.

Carl Elias:
We both win, John. Where's Moretti?

John Reese:
What guarantee do I have?

Carl Elias:
You don't.

John Reese:
1465 Jefferson... Queens.

Carl Elias:
Thank you, John. You were right. I would never harm a child. But then, I knew you wouldn't either.

John Reese:
Be nice to have a child. Children. Think that'll ever happen?

Harold Finch:
Probably not. Our line of work. The trouble with children, you never know how they're gonna turn out.

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] But you know that, don't you, Denton? [Root holds up a sheet of paper] 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?

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.

Root:
Amazing. We've managed to perfect the apple - a genetically modified version that never goes brown. And yet, we still haven't upgraded human beings. The human race has stalled out, Harold. And from what I've seen, most of it is rotten to the core.

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.

John Reese:
Carter, you can keep the rental. Guys are lending me a truck.

Detective Joss Carter:
Why is there a crossbow on the bed?

John Reese:
Long story, but we're friends now.

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] Asimov. He has expensive taste. I'm sure we'll get along.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You jacked my phone?

John Reese:
Little tip. Someone offers you a great deal on any sort of male-enhancement pill, don't click on it.

Detective Joss Carter:
So what's this all about?

John Reese:
What do you mean? I promised you guys that round of drinks.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
It's 8:00 AM.

John Reese:
Which means Finch has already been gone 24 hours, but we're gonna get him back.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
[Looks at his drink] This have a raw egg in it?

John Reese:
The alcohol will kill the salmonella.

Motel Manager:
Lucky you called when you did. Deer season just started. Booked up solid for the week.

Detective Joss Carter:
[Sees the room. There's only one bed] Oh, I don't think so. We're gonna need another room.

Motel Manager:
Afraid I can't help you there. I've got three RVs backed up in the lot looking for a room with running water.

John Reese:
[Carter looks like she's going to protest. John interjects] Thanks. This won't be a problem. [the manager leaves]

Detective Joss Carter:
So what exactly are the sleeping arrangements?

John Reese:
I don't plan on sleeping much. And if I do, the bathtub will - [See's there's just a shower, no tub] The floor will be fine.

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.

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.

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.

Hanna Frey:
Damn it. Death by dysentery again.

Samantha Groves:
That game's so dumb, Hanna. I don't see why you play it.

Hanna Frey:
'Cause I'm gonna get to Oregon.

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.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
So we got our friend with the glasses back, huh?

Detective Joss Carter:
Yeah, we did. Buy you a drink?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Long as it don't have egg in it.

Root:
[On the phone] Is this a bad time, John? I wanted to thank you for finding my friend Hanna, giving her a proper burial. I won't forget it.

John Reese:
Come near us again, and you will be sorry.

Root:
I don't think so. Tell Harold I'll be in touch when I'm ready.

Sameen Shaw:
Next time we need to hide from an all-seeing super-computer, we're getting separate trunks.

Harold Finch:
There's one more thing. I'd like you to avoid violence if at all possible. But... if they harm Grace in any way... kill them all.

Root:
Just remember - what our Machine sees, Samaritan sees. Two gods playing with the same deck of cards.

Root:
You're in a situation you can't control that's larger than you can imagine. Sit tight and we'll keep you alive.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
[Finch calls him via an ear bud] Easy on the volume there! No wonder Mr. Sunshine is always in a foul mood!

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Let me guess, you need another favor.

John Reese:
Someone might be selling out an undercover narc to a smuggler named Vargas. Pay some of your dirty buddies in narcotics a visit.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Those guys don't exactly trust me anymore. I've gotten some good collars lately too. Even got a commendation...

John Reese:
Your ass got you that commendation...!

Harold Finch:
Where's Cahill?

John Reese:
[after barely escaping from a burning car] "Oh, I'm fine Finch...

John Reese:
I'll keep an eye on him, make sure he's safe and sound...

Harold Finch:
He's about to have a screaming infant. I doubt he is going to be anywhere near sound.

John Reese:
Poor guy...

Detective Lionel Fusco:
[Reese kills Vargas' informant just before the informant shoots Fusco] Cutting it kind of close, don't you think?

John Reese:
At least I'm not late.

Kara Stanton:
[John is watching Jessica's husband] His name is Peter. He's 37, makes 175,000 a year. Is he a good guy or a serial killer? I don't know. But either way, he'll take better care of her than you could. This is why I worried about bringing you back. See, you look like the rest of these people; but you're not like them anymore, are you? If they knew what you'd done... You're barely even the same species.

John Reese:
We're walking in the dark. I've heard this speech before.

Kara Stanton:
I get it. Believe me. First time I rotated back, I went straight home to my family. I sat outside in the rental car for three hours, just watching. And I realized I could tell them everything that I'd seen, everything that I'd done, and they wouldn't understand a single word. This isn't some speech. We're not walking in the dark. We are the dark.

Kara Stanton:
[Reese is cleaning his gun] How many times you going to clean that thing?

John Reese:
In the Army, they taught us the fastest way to get shot was to fail to clean your weapon.

Kara Stanton:
In the Marines, they taught us the fastest way to clean your weapon was to shoot a couple of people with it.

Detective Joss Carter:
Need a lift? I was in the neighborhood.

John Reese:
My lucky day.

Detective Joss Carter:
Your version of a lucky day is being shot and lit on fire?

John Reese:
Not shot, just grazed.

Detective Joss Carter:
Files on undercovers are kept only as hard copies, so people like you can't hack into them.

Harold Finch:
Words wound, detective.

Davidson:
Do you know why I'm so good at my job, Fusco? I can tell a dirty cop when I see one.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You should try looking in the mirror.

Davidson:
You know, you may think you've gone clean, found God, Buddha, or some African shaman, but at the end of the day, your hands are still dirty. Always will be. You hear that?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
I don't hear nothing.

Davidson:
That's right. No sirens, no bullhorns. No one's coming to save you. No one cares. That guy The one who tells you things He used you, then let you rot like a piece of garbage. Might as well tell me who it is. At least you'll have the satisfaction of repaying the favor.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You think you're the first person to put a gun to my head?

Davidson:
No. But I will be the last.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Yeah, maybe you will. You ever been shot? Craziest things go through your mind. Glad I put on clean underwear, hid that stash of porn. Sorry that your son had to find out that his old man was a dirty cop. Then you realize you're gonna die. You try to go down doing something good.

Kara Stanton:
What did I tell you, John?

John Reese:
You told me to get a drink.

Kara Stanton:
And of the 8 million people you could be drinking with in New York City, you just happened to pick the one who's married to your ex?

Detective Joss Carter:
You guys get a call?

Detective:
Someone lit up Su Chin's. Narco thing gone South. Damn shame. Best Kung Pao in Queens.

Detective Joss Carter:
Sorry for your loss. [They leave, Joss' phone rings] Where's your partner? Oh, let me guess. Queens?

Officer Patrick Simmons:
To what do I owe the pleasure?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Smuggler by the name of Neil Vargas. You ever heard of him? Want to twist his arm a little bit, see if I can get a percentage of his scores. Thought maybe you might want to get in.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
I don't hear a peep from you for three months, then all of a sudden you show up with this new score. Hard to trust a guy whose buddies wind up in prison. You want to shake down this Vargas? You gotta be a good boy and ask permission. If this guy isn't already paid up with HR, you could have at it.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Who do I contact if I want to contact HR?

Officer Patrick Simmons:
You already have.

John Reese:
Cahill went to the exchange with L. O. S. Without backup.

Harold Finch:
Where?

John Reese:
South Brooklyn scrapyard. Headed there now. You got any firearms besides that piece?

Detective Joss Carter:
Yeah. [Opens her trunk. It's full of heavy artillery]

John Reese:
Girl after my own heart.

L.O.S.:
You gonna arrest me? I'll be out in 14 hours. Then I'm coming for you.

Michael Cahill:
Threatening a police officer. I'll add that to the charges.

John Reese:
[to Michael] There won't be any charges. At least none that stick. He's CIA.

Michael Cahill:
What? The CIA's trafficking drugs?

John Reese:
The government couldn't win the war on drugs, so they're using it to fund the war on terror.

Michael Cahill:
This is common knowledge?

John Reese:
Doubtful. The company's built on secrets.

John Reese:
I can't have you coming clean, Lionel. I need you inside HR. Get close to them.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
There are cameras inside of 1PP. People will know that I've left with this guy. We're talking murder one.

John Reese:
Don't you get it? That's the point. You'll need your friends at HR to help you cover this up.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
I was just starting to enjoy being a good guy for a change.

John Reese:
You've done some nice work, Lionel. I'm sorry, but you're more useful inside.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Looks like you got yourself in a little trouble.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
It was an accident.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Most accidents don't require a shovel.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Help me make this go away. I'll be indebted.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
You'll be a little bit more than indebted, my friend. You belong to HR now.

John Reese:
The package. What'd he do?

Mark Snow:
Not our concern.

Kara Stanton:
Guy looks government. The natives don't like us taking their people.

Mark Snow:
[Goes back to John] He's government. Tried to sell something of ours to the Chinese.

John Reese:
What?

Mark Snow:
Software. Something. I don't know, don't care. We've got one job in this Render him to some black hole from which he will never return. If the papers don't clear or the plane runs out of fuel, you execute him.

Harold Finch:
As near as I can tell, college has become an overpriced bacchanalia full of entitled, oversexed binge drinkers.

John Reese:
Finch, how do you know so much about getting marijuana...

Harold Finch:
Mr. Reese, do you want me to call this in or not?

Harper Rose:
I know cops. Your friend here, he's the real deal. I bet he bleeds blue. But you, you're playing make believe. My guess is... former military with a side of hero complex?

John Reese:
So what makes you say that?

Harper Rose:
You military folk have all the same tells - posture, the hair - it's like they make you in a factory.

Lionel Fusco:
[amused] Not bad.

Hersh:
This can go one of two ways.

John Reese:
I don't suppose one of those two ways involves me walking out of here? [Hersh shoves him] Didn't think so.

Hersh:
I don't care who you are. I don't care what you did to get here. All I want to know is who you work for.

John Reese:
But that would be telling.

Detective Joss Carter:
I assume you heard my conversation with Moss.

Harold Finch:
I hear everything, Detective.

Detective Joss Carter:
So you know he thinks I'm qualified to join the feds.

Harold Finch:
Well, what do you think?

Detective Joss Carter:
I just think it'll be a great opportunity, assuming I get in.

Harold Finch:
You're concerned about the polygraph.

Detective Joss Carter:
Considering I've been lying about you guys for over a year, a little.

Harold Finch:
You know, polygraphs don't detect lies, just physiological responses. Try lying on one of the baseline questions, it might trick the test into thinking that everything you say is normal

Detective Joss Carter:
Yeah, it's just a machine, right? I mean, how smart can it be?

Harold Finch:
Exactly. Just a machine.

Mira Dobrica:
Glad that you're a better shot than you are a bellhop.

John Reese:
So am I.

Harold Finch:
You find my fascination with hotels a bit peculiar, don't you?

John Reese:
You sharing anything personal is peculiar.

Harold Finch:
A hotel is one of the last few places where a person can retain relative anonymity.

John Reese:
Makes it easier when disappearing foreign diplomats from their penthouses.

Betty:
How late do you deliver room service?

John Reese:
[Posing as a bellhop] I believe the hotel delivers room service...

Betty:
I'm not talking about the hotel. I'm talking about you. Feel free to drop yourself off... any time.

John Reese:
[about the jerk hotel boss] Oh, I really hope Derek's the threat.

Mira Dobrica:
So, strong handsome guy your age working as a bellhop must have made a wrong turn somewhere.

John Reese:
Yeah. I... uh stopped counting a while back.

Harold Finch:
Mr. Reese, could you try not to get fired before lunch?

Mira Dobrica:
Why won't you just leave me alone?

John Reese:
[Reese shoots guy with gun] That a good enough reason?

Zoe Morgan:
John, I haven't seen you since the divorce.

John Reese:
You working?

Zoe Morgan:
Yeah. You working?

John Reese:
Always.

Special Counsel:
Welcome back to the land of the free.

Hersh:
Getting out of Rikers took longer than I anticipated.

Special Counsel:
I understand our rogue operative slipped away from you in there.

Hersh:
It won't happen again. I know his face now.

Special Counsel:
Need you to work fast. Ever since he assaulted our DOD facility, our source has become compromised.

Hersh:
Compromised, sir?

Special Counsel:
This man has connections to a dangerous party. It's imperative that you find him and figure out who he works for.

Hersh:
Wherever he goes, a mess usually follows. All I have to do is find the right mess.

Derek Fowler:
Where the hell have you been?

John Reese:
You really have no idea what's going on in your hotel, do you?

Derek Fowler:
You're me. You find a first day employee sneaking around in the ladies' locker room. What do you do?

John Reese:
I don't know, something like this? [Punches him]

John Reese:
What makes you think I'm working for anyone, anyway?

Hersh:
Because you're like me. We don't give orders, we execute them.

John Reese:
Speak for yourself.

John Reese:
What was your business here anyway?

Zoe Morgan:
Well, let's just say the convention wasn't as boring as I thought it would be. The things people try to get away with in hotels. I see you boys made the news. Not too bad, considering you also helped to take down an escort ring.

John Reese:
They'd barely gotten the floor manager into handcuffs before he confessed to the entire operation.

Zoe Morgan:
Meanwhile, my phone hasn't let up. Councilmen needing to know that their names aren't gonna surface on the client list. I appreciate the work.

John Reese:
Ever consider doing in-house work? This place could use someone in crisis management.

Zoe Morgan:
I like to move around. More a freelancer, like you.

John Reese:
It's a nice place. Maybe I'll even stick around for one more night.

Zoe Morgan:
Well, I heard it was all booked, but then again, you do know the owner.

Harold Finch:
Everything all right, Mr. Reese?

John Reese:
I feel like I'm back at boot camp, and we still haven't zeroed in on the threat to Mira yet.

Special Counsel:
Ms. May, you've only worked for me for two months, and already, you know me better than I know myself.

Root:
That's what I'm here for.

Mira Dobrica:
He was going to kill me for talking to the journalist.

John Reese:
He was going to kill you for knowing what Petrovic did to your family in Kosovo.

Mira Dobrica:
What does that make you?

John Reese:
Just a guy at the right place at the right time.

John Reese:
I'm a little busy, Lionel.

Lionel Fusco:
Yeah, one of your trained killers is leaving his post.

Harold Finch:
So is the one in the lobby. He's taking rather a large trunk with him. I don't know what they could possibly - Oh, dear. It's Harris.

John Reese:
They're disposing of the body.

Lionel Fusco:
Body? What body?

John Reese:
I've got a new assignment for you. Meet me at the annex south of the lobby.

Lionel Fusco:
Yeah, no problem. I'm fine, by the way, considering I just took out two trained killers trying to get rid of a body.

John Reese:
Never doubted you for a second. Now, come and meet me.

Lionel Fusco:
I'll be right there. Let me just call these two in.

John Reese:
Oh, and don't forget the guys in the storage room and the elevator.

Mini:
There'll always be cops like there'll always be gangsters. Only one rule.

Link:
What's that, Dominic?

Mini:
We all die in the end.

John Reese:
[Approaching a group of girls] Excuse me, have any of you seen Tracie Booker today?

Queen Bee:
[gives a disdainful look] Let's go, girls. [They move to leave]

John Reese:
Wait. Um, all right, I'll play you for it. Hopscotch.

Queen Bee:
Don't go hurting yourself, old man. Want us to drop a dime? It's gonna cost ya.

John Reese:
[Cut to] Good news, Harold, I got a lead. Bad news, I need more petty cash.

Malcolm Booker:
Wanna be the man, you gotta have a plan.

John Reese:
You wanna be the man? Start taking care of your family.

John Reese:
You can't make something right by doing something wrong.

John Reese:
We're gonna play hide and seek. Don't worry, I'm really good at this game.

Carl Elias:
It's a tricky business. Playing a game in which you're unsure of the pieces.

Harold Finch:
And in this game, I fear that losing is not an option.

Sameen Shaw:
Release Detective Riley and forget about the Booker kids. Or I huff, and I puff, and I burn your house down.

Malcolm Booker:
Whose place is this?

John Reese:
I worked a job here last week.

Malcolm Booker:
What kind of job?

John Reese:
The kind it's better not to ask about.

Malcolm Booker:
Look, everybody got an angle. Why should I trust you?

John Reese:
Because I'm the one standing between you and them.

Mini:
Where are we?

Sameen Shaw:
It depends. You tell me what I want to know, it's a pit stop. You don't... it's your final resting place.

Mini:
Ain't no long game for guys like me. Just the game. Doesn't make a damn bit of a difference what you do. Or who you do it for. Dominic ain't no different. Just another man like all the rest.

Sameen Shaw:
Sounds like this Dominic's a lot smarter than that.

Mini:
Couple years on top, he'll burn out. Or get wasted. Only one rule: we all die in the end.

Harold Finch:
I was referring to how you were able to plant a tracking device without our friend noticing.

Sameen Shaw:
Oh, I planted one on you, Fusco... hell, even John. Haven't been caught yet.

Harold Finch:
Remind me to stop inquiring about your modus operandi.

John Reese:
You know what, Malcolm? I think you'd make a good lawyer.

Malcolm Booker:
I was thinking about being a cop.

John Reese:
Is that right?

Malcolm Booker:
Like you. But I'd shoot less people.

John Reese:
What's up, Lionel?

Lionel Fusco:
Yeah, you can - uh - thank me with a prime rib, maybe some twice-baked potatoes...

John Reese:
Are you placing a dinner order, or is there a reason for your call?

Maxine:
There's a rumor about this guy. The police just call him the man in the suit. No one's seen his face. No one knows his name. I'm not even sure he exists, but he's like something out of a comic book. When people are in trouble, he comes out of nowhere. He always seems to be there just in time. And whoever he is, he saves a lot of lives. And he shoots a lot of kneecaps.

John Reese:
Sounds like a great guy.

Harold Finch:
[as Reese checks his rifle] I do wish you wouldn't do that here.

John Reese:
When I do it in the park, people look at me funny.

Harold Finch:
Did you get a a good look at the men who were shooting you?

John Reese:
I tried, but they were shooting at me.

John Reese:
So you off to chase your man in the suit?

Maxine:
No, you were right. Urban legend. And with the week I just had, if there really was a man like that, I think I'd have met him by now.

John Reese:
Finch, is that feedback?

Harold Finch:
No, I simply made the grievous error of buying Bear a squeaky toy.

John Reese:
Maxine, this is Zoe. She's a friend.

Maxine:
So, how did you two know each other?

Zoe Morgan:
Oh, we spent two very long nights together last year.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
So you had Walker on the payroll too, huh? Hedging your bets. Smart. Remind me to never cross you, boss.

Alonzo Quinn:
That's why I never put my name on the payroll. Who needs money when you've real power? The politicians come and go but we will be here forever,

Harold Finch:
Mr. Reese, this may not be over.

John Reese:
You're paranoid, Finch.

Harold Finch:
Be that as it may. I don't think we've the right guy.

John Reese:
Walker was on HR's payroll. He'd have motive to have Zambrano dead

Harold Finch:
Yes, yes and he definitely hired Pitt and bogie to hunt down Maxine but that's what troubles me. The head of HR is brilliant, not the type to hire a pair of washed up feds to gun down a reporter. And Walker? I'm not convinced he has the cunning or the connections to mastermind something this complicated.

John Reese:
If Walker isn't the head of HR, who is?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
[watching the FBI round up HR cops] They're making the bust but I know this was you. Nice work, Detective.

Detective Joss Carter:
Keep your voice down, Carter. Do you think John put me under with HR because of my spotless record? Glad the Feds haven't come after me yet.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
The day's still young, Fusco.

John Reese:
Finch, I can't protect her like this. I've got to get close to her.

Harold Finch:
Oh, you're about to. It seems that Maxine's job doesn't afford her opportunities to meet nice men, so she somewhat reluctantly signed up with a popular online dating site. I took the liberty of back-engineering the matching algorithm to make you her ideal man. She really likes that you love dogs.

John Reese:
Wait, you're trying to get me a date with her?

Harold Finch:
Already have, tonight at 8pm. You've been flirting all day.

John Reese:
[Sees Maxine check her phone and laugh] Finch, what did I just say to her? [Finch smiles]

Paul Hix:
Who the hell are you?

Maxine:
I'm the person who's not telling your wife that you're in a hotel room waiting for a hooker. Your office wasn't returning my calls, Mr. Hix, so I thought I'd reach out to you personally. Maxine Angelis, New York Journal.

Paul Hix:
This little game cuts both ways. What'll your readers think when they find out you get your stories using blackmail?

Maxine:
They'll think I'm good at my job.

Detective Joss Carter:
You don't have the big boss, do you? Head of HR. So got a particular cop in mind?

Special Agent Nicholas Donnelly:
I'm not so sure it is a cop. If the lead I'm working pans out, soon I'll know exactly who was running things. [Leaves]

Detective Kane:
Hey, Carter. My two cents: let this one go, okay? Every crook HR screwed over, every cartel they were in bed with, they're all gonna want the big boss dead. Whoever catches that guy... better be bulletproof.

Detective Joss Carter:
Is it weird that that just makes me wanna catch him more?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
For you? No.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
HR might be down, but we're not out. My boss' pulling the strings now save the upper management.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
With friends like that what do you need me for?

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Because the FBI keeps digging. We've got word that they're onto something that could still bring us all down. Me, my boss... probably even you.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
What do they got?

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Why, you tell me? Your partner's all buddy-buddy with Donnelly. So you're gonna find out what they're looking for. and you're gonna make it disappear.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
And if I don't?

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Well, I guess I'll see you in prison.

Harold Finch:
New cuff links I could understand, but buying a $100,000 sports car? Was that really necessary?

John Reese:
Relax, Finch. The car's stolen.

Detective Joss Carter:
I'll talk to Donnelly, see who else is on HR's payroll hasn't been arrested yet.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
And if your reporter friend gets into trouble before we find the shooter?

John Reese:
Guess I'll have to call the police.

Maxine:
I was surprised to hear from you. There's generally no second date when the first one ends in homicide.

John Reese:
So Maxine wasn't the victim. She was the perpetrator.

Harold Finch:
Unwitting, involuntary, but a perpetrator all the same. With one stroke, the boss wipes out the only witness who could bring him down and destroys the career of a troublesome reporter to boot.

Zoe Morgan:
Leonard Pitt and Craig Bogle. Forced out for harassment and malicious prosecution. Word is, that they were in someone's pocket. They were using those badges to do favors for the real boss.

Maxine:
The man who got Zambrano killed with one call from a disposable cell The head of HR. Who is he?

Zoe Morgan:
There are some secrets that even I don't know. But you know who buys disposables by the case? Criminals, sure. But also political campaigns. Cheap, untraceable, anonymous. And if they get caught playing with dirty tricks, it saves their ass.

Maxine:
[an election ad appears on TV. Maxine has a hit of realization] Zambrano gets killed for knowing the name of HR's boss five days before an election. Are you telling me the boss is running for mayor?

Zoe Morgan:
I'm rendering an opinion. Personally, I avoid politicians. They so rarely have any real power.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
So... you're off the hook. The boss' locked up. Are we done here?

Officer Patrick Simmons:
[laughs] Once you're in you're never out.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You want anything else from me never mention my kid again.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
I'm not a threat for your son, Lionel. You are.

[checking the history of person of interest Fermin Ordo?ez]

Detective Joss Carter:
No priors. No complaints from the Taxi and Limousine Commision.

Harold Finch:
I'm sending you his GPS logs for the past 36 hours.

Detective Joss Carter:
[checks e-mail] His GPS logs?

Detective Joss Carter:
[chuckles] Which I'm sure you obtained by submitting an official request to the TLC.

Harold Finch:
Not quite. But if it would make you feel better, I could hack into their network and make it look like I did. It would only take me a few minutes.

Detective Joss Carter:
Never mind. I'll check it with the daily crime blotter, let you know if anything pops.

Harold Finch:
Forever in your debt, Detective. Oh, and how did your date go with Detective Beecher? Sounded like it *really* went well - [Carter hangs up on him]

John Reese:
I recognize their methods. Had a similar experience in Russia. It was a kill box. Didn't work out too well for them. Disabled the GPS. Can't risk them accessing it to track you down.

Fermin Ordo?ez:
Who are you?

John Reese:
Just a guy who needed a ride.

John Reese:
Acosta, he's having a pretty good year.

Harold Finch:
Career year, Mr. Reese. He's top ten in OPS among infielders for the last three.

John Reese:
You're a baseball reference machine, Finch. You should get out more, take in a game once a while.

Harold Finch:
Who says I don't?

Harold Finch:
Considering that cab drivers are 30 times more likely to be killed on the job than most other professions, we'd better keep a close eye on him. Because you really never know who's going to step into his cab.

Harold Finch:
Must be tough dealing with complete strangers getting in your car every day.

Fermin Ordo?ez:
Sometimes. When I look in the mirror at my passenger, I never know if I'm driving around a good guy or a bad guy, you know?

Harold Finch:
I can only imagine. Must make you a good judge of character, though. What do you make of me?

Fermin Ordo?ez:
hat's a nice suit. But not too flashy. Except for the pocket square. But you're polite, neat, a thinker. The vest... I don't know, maybe, uh, a professor or, I know. A librarian, maybe?

Harold Finch:
[Smiles] Why, yes. Of a sort.

Harold Finch:
Fermin Ordo?ez. Defected from Cuba in '05. Drafted as a top pitching prospect, till he tore a ligament in his arm in double-A ball in '07. A shame about his arm. By all accounts, he had a wicked curveball.

John Reese:
Till life threw him one.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
My fed contact says Donnelly's been crowing about burying HR.

Alonzo Quinn:
And yet, here we are. Still, we have a larger problem.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
No one's gonna open their mouth about us. I made sure of that.

Alonzo Quinn:
Make no mistake, my friend. We are just businessmen, and businesses run on money, revenue.

Harold Finch:
I hacked the Cuban Government database. Surprisingly sophisticated software. No doubt, courtesy of the Russians.

John Reese:
Don't tell me Fidel Castro is really dead.

Harold Finch:
Actually, yes. And his body double has cancer.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Detective, the meeting with Elias' guys is on for this morning. We'll come and pick you up.

Lionel Fusco:
Count me out.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
You got one too many skeletons in the closet to be calling the shots here. Not to mention, a couple buried in the ground. But they can always be dug up.

Lionel Fusco:
You don't need me for this. You got youngblood recruit right over there. Have him twist a few arms for you.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Elias knows how to hold a grudge. You're here because if this thing goes sideways, these guys are gonna want something to shoot.

Lionel Fusco:
That's comforting.

Scarface:
Gotta say took some balls, calling a meeting like this. In the shape HR is in, I'm not quite sure what you have to offer anymore.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Your boss wanted the heads of the five families on a stick. Grifoni's the only one that got away.

Scarface:
Last I checked, he was in Witness Protection.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
And on the back of this photo his alias and present address in nowheresville, suburbia.

Scarface:
And in exchange, you want what?

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Elias' support in rebuilding HR.

Scarface:
[Calls Elias] So here's the deal. The boss accepts your offer on one condition. We're not interested in going out and getting him. The boss says you bring Grifoni to us. Then all is forgiven.

Detective Joss Carter:
We got an ID on the body?

Agent Regina Vickers:
No offense, but this case is "need to know*.

Detective Joss Carter:
No offense taken. But, uh, if a body drops in New York City, we're gonna have to ID it.

Agent Regina Vickers:
[sighs] Vadim Pushkov, Russian national. What we're mainly concerned with is if he had anything on his person. Has anything turned up yet? A laptop? A phone?

Detective Raymond Terney:
Well, just some receipts, and, uh and this. [Shows a stack of bills which have been ripped in half] Makes you wonder where the other half went.

Detective Joss Carter:
So, GPS put your driver at Morningside Park for a window of 25 minutes last night, right around the time some Russian guy succumbs to acute lead poisoning.

Harold Finch:
And you think our cab driver is connected to this homicide?

Detective Joss Carter:
Figured you could tell me. Along with, why are the Secret Service crawling all over this investigation?

Harold Finch:
I have no idea. But whatever you can find out would be much appreciated.

Detective Joss Carter:
Unlikely, considering they're about as forthcoming with information as you are.

Fermin Ordo?ez:
Sorry, I'm not in service.

John Reese:
Here's the thing. You're gonna want to give me a lift anyway.

Fermin Ordo?ez:
Listen, I'm having a pretty lousy day, okay? You mind, uh, just getting out?

John Reese:
I'm afraid it's gonna get a whole lot worse, Fermin.

Fermin Ordo?ez:
I don't want any trouble.

John Reese:
Unfortunately, you and I don't have much to say on that matter.

Detective Joss Carter:
Let me guess, your driver confessed to killing the Russian in the park.

John Reese:
Not exactly. You want the good news or the bad news?

Detective Joss Carter:
Start with the good.

John Reese:
Pushkov was killed by the Estonian mob. They're chasing a laptop he left in our driver's cab.

Detective Joss Carter:
Which explains the Secret Service swarming the body. Why do they want this laptop so bad?

John Reese:
Don't know yet, but they're willing to kill anyone who comes in contact with it. Keep an eye out for a blonde. She runs point for them.

Detective Joss Carter:
I'll pull our analytical brief on the Estonians. Now, what's the bad news?

John Reese:
They just dropped another body.

Fermin Ordo?ez:
Sometimes I wish that I'd never left Cuba.

John Reese:
You did a brave thing. Leaving to find a better life for your family.

Fermin Ordo?ez:
American dream, right? You get a good job, you buy a house. I'd trade all that in just to see my family one more time. To see my son grow up, you know? Ah, he doesn't even know who I am anyway.

John Reese:
I can help you make things right, Fermin. But you've got to trust me.

Fermin Ordo?ez:
Do I have a choice?

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Fusco. Bowman will swing by and pick you up. You two will get the package, deliver it as planned.

Lionel Fusco:
Hey, listen, I've been thinking about this. I can't do it. I got to keep my nose clean because I'm no good to you locked up.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Oh, I'm sure we'd find something for you to do with yourself, Lionel. Besides, you're not that much good to me as it is.

Harold Finch:
Mr. Reese, I've just had a message from d3mn8. He's called off the sale. Apparently, he doesn't like the way you look.

John Reese:
What the hell's wrong with the way I look?

D3mn8:
Let's see the money.

Harold Finch:
I'm new at this sort of thing. But I'm guessing I'm supposed to see the laptop first.

D3mn8:
You're not with the Estonians.

Harold Finch:
No, I'm not.

D3mn8:
You tried to buy the laptop earlier. But I didn't like the way your partner looked.

Harold Finch:
So you arranged to make a deal with the Estonians, thinking they would pay more. You'd be wrong. [Opens briefcase full of money] One hundred thousand. Small bills. Double your asking price.

D3mn8:
What's the catch?

Harold Finch:
The catch *Albert*, is that you leave this very second, disappear, and don't show your face for at least a year. Especially not at your mom's house in Queens, where you presently reside. Take your money and go far, far away. Some very bad people want that laptop. And if they know you've even seen it, they will kill you. So that's the catch, Albert.

D3mn8:
Then why would you want it?

Harold Finch:
Let me worry about that.

Fermin Ordo?ez:
You are not a librarian, huh?

Harold Finch:
Don't worry about your cab. A brand-new one's on its way.

John Reese:
And before I forget I owe you cab fare for the day. Think you're gonna like your tip.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
What the hell happened out there?

Lionel Fusco:
You tell me. 'Cause they knew we were coming for him. We got double-crossed.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
The part I don't get they shot Bowman, but they let you just walk away.

Lionel Fusco:
'Cause they want me to send HR a message. Elias said, "Go to hell". Quite frankly, I second the motion.

Harold Finch:
You foolish woman. You don't understand. You're not in control of anything. You're just the clean-up crew. You're the janitor.

John Greer:
We gave you a marvellous car. Surely you didn't think I'd let you drive it yourselves?

Root:
Besides, I'm not the monster I used to be. I've changed. Well, mostly changed.

Harold Finch:
Sameen risked everything at the Stock Exchange. Not just to save our lives but to pull the whole world back from the brink of disaster. All with the knowledge that no one would ever even know her name. Everybody here - all of us - spend our days saving the lives of people we don't even know. Each loss is unbearable. But when it's someone you know...

Yasin Said:
Can you consider for a second the possibility you've been lied to?

Control:
[Shoots] No.

Root:
I know she's alive, Harold.

Harold Finch:
Nothing would please me more.

Control:
Good cop, bad cop? Really?

John Reese:
There are no good cops here.

Lionel Fusco:
[to the bad guy he just knocked out in a surveillance van in Detroit] Another thing. The Red Wings suck!

Harold Finch:
You realize he's not from Detroit.

Lionel Fusco:
Still had to be said.

John Reese:
I've found that address, Finch. What exactly am I looking for?

Harold Finch:
I don't know how to explain it. I double-checked, but it seems we have a repeat number.

John Reese:
A repeat. Well, who would be dumb enough to get in a life-threatening situation again?

Leon Tao:
[crashes through a plate-glass window into the street; rolls over and spots Reese] Hey, pal! You won't believe this! [gets up as his attackers come around the corner]

John Reese:
Fellas, whatever bodily harm you want to inflict on this guy, I'm sure you earned it. But I have to ask you to let it slide. [the men move closer] Geez, Leon, what'd you do to piss these guys off?

Leon Tao:
You heard of gold farming? Selling multiplayer online game currency for real cash? It's all the rage. [Reese and the heavies come to blows] People make millions! They take the business very seriously! Especially the Russian Mafia!

John Reese:
[dispatches the goons] Does it look like I play video games, Leon?

Leon Tao:
I think I broke my arm.

Harold Finch:
[while assisting Maddie in heart surgery] Oh dear. Look at it. It's squishy.

Harold Finch:
Please don't touch any of my computer equipment.

John Reese:
If you do, the dog will kill you.

Leon Tao:
Great. What am I supposed to do for entertainment?

Harold Finch:
It's a library, Mr. Tao. Try reading a book. Oh! Here's a start. [Hands him a copy of Penal Law]

Harold Finch:
Ah, that was fast.

Leon Tao:
Me and Bear - one hell of a team. Even with one arm, I'm still the fastest gun in the West.

Harold Finch:
Yes, yes, back pats all around. What have you found out?

Leon Tao:
Well, I was snooping around the short seller server. That thing was a gold mine - private medical forms signed by Oliver Veldt buried in a trash file. Would you believe that? This is fun. This is what you and John do all day long?

Harold Finch:
Sorry for the theatrics, Mr. Tao, but we couldn't have you turning up knocking on our door.

Leon Tao:
What if I was collecting for UNICEF?

Leon Tao:
You expect me to stay here, and eat Hot Pockets?

John Reese:
Only if you wanna live.

Harold Finch:
Just don't feed any to Bear. He's on a special diet.

Leon Tao:
That damn dog again. You don't suppose any of my money came out of him?

John Reese:
[after watching the doctor smooth over a situation with a gang shooting victim] She certainly seems unflappable.

Harold Finch:
I'd say.

John Reese:
You sure she was never a combat medic?

Harold Finch:
I'm not so sure she isn't one now.

Amy:
So when does that Veldt guy go into surgery?

Dr. Madeleine Enright:
Uh, half hour. Ugh. God, I am already exhausted, and I still have that.

Amy:
I have that art fundraiser th the park today, but I'm gonna check in on you, okay? And try to give that jerk a bigger heart, while you're at it.

Dr. Madeleine Enright:
Well, I can't fix everything that's broken.

Nurse Picket:
Mr. Veldt, if I could ask you to sign one last consent form.

Oliver Veldt:
How many forms will it take for me to sign my life away?

Dr. Madeleine Enright:
Liz is just doing her job, Mr. Veldt. Any surgery has its risks.

Oliver Veldt:
And I chose the top surgeon in the state to eliminate them.

Lionel Fusco:
Two shots, close range? That overkill when you shoot a guy in the back?

Lionel Fusco:
Someone dropped a body in Long Island City, execution-style. I think you wanna come take a look.

Joss Carter:
You can't handle it?

Lionel Fusco:
[Fusco has retrieved one of Carter's contact cards from the victim] Trust me, you wanna be here. It's got your name all over it - literally.

Harold Finch:
So Maddy's not the victim after all, Mr. Reese.

John Reese:
No, Finch. They're gonna force her to be the perpetrator. That's the threat, Finch. They're going to kill Oliver Veldt.

Harold Finch:
On the contrary, they're gonna have Maddy do it for them.

Harold Finch:
It might be good to have someone near the doctor. I'll stay here.

John Reese:
I'll handle the park and assess the threat on Amy. Eh, Finch? Are you gonna be okay here?

Harold Finch:
Even if I had a phobia, Mr. Reese, now would not be the time for it.

Harold Finch:
Mr. Tao, we don't have much time.

Leon Tao:
What? Who are you?

John Reese:
The guy who helped me save your life tonight... for the second time.

Leon Tao:
Oh. You're the boss. Never did figure John here for upper management.

Alistair Wesley:
[On the phone] Hello, Mr. Mystery guest.

John Reese:
Wesley, is it; Alistair Wesley?

Alistair Wesley:
I don't know who you are or what you just did to my associate, but I'd like to buy you a drink, or Amy dies immediately.

John Reese:
That's a kind offer, but your sniper's toast. I'll call your bluff.

Alistair Wesley:
You're assuming he was alone. All units check in.

Sniper 2:
Red one. Check.

Sniper 3:
Red two. Check.

Alistair Wesley:
And so on and so forth. There's a pub at the corner of the park. I'll be seeing you. [Hangs up]

Harold Finch:
Mr. Reese, what will you do?

John Reese:
Guess I'll go have that drink.

Lionel Fusco:
I didn't figure you for a day-in-the-park kind of guy.

John Reese:
Anyone can appreciate nature, Lionel.

Lionel Fusco:
So what's up?

John Reese:
See that art fair over there? There's a nice young lady running it. Her name's Amy. I need you to keep an eye on her for a minute.

Lionel Fusco:
What; she in some kind of trouble?

John Reese:
Let's just say she found herself in a few crosshairs.

Harold Finch:
We have a job that's a perfect fit for a former forensic accountant. Think of it as a digital treasure hunt. Find out who would target Veldt in the corporate world, follow the money trail to the hit team, and help us stop the plot at its source.

Leon Tao:
How am I supposed to do that?

Harold Finch:
Go over to my computer station.

Leon Tao:
I'm not supposed to touch the computer, remember? [Eyes Bear] And your special diet man-eater won't let me go anywhere near the keyboard.

Harold Finch:
Put me on speakerphone. [Leon does] Bear? Ontspan. [Bear walks away]

Leon Tao:
Ont - ontspan? Multilingual mutt, dig it.

Harold Finch:
Who stands to benefit most from Veldt's death? Did another company plot it?

Leon Tao:
Gives new meaning to the phrase "hostile takeover," huh?

Harold Finch:
I'm extending an element of trust to you, Mr. Tao. Please resist the temptation to test the limits of my system.

Leon Tao:
Do I seem like the kind of guy who would let you down?

Alistair Wesley:
Do you know why a good barman favors larger ice cubes?

John Reese:
They melt slower.

Alistair Wesley:
And they don't dilute the whiskey, the way a tight plan doesn't obscure its objectives. [Looks at Reese's weapon] Is that to protect you from me?

John Reese:
No, but it might help against your sentry at the door. The silencer poking out of his crossword section was a pretty good giveaway.

John Reese:
I'd say you were a former MI-6, and your team; all ex-SAS.

Alistair Wesley:
You're good on your feet, and you know your way around an asset. Ex-CIA? Smashing. How much do you cost?

John Reese:
Not for sale.

Alistair Wesley:
You're working for Veldt? Some kind of additional security? It doesn't matter. What matters is: if you were caught, why didn't I kill the wife?

John Reese:
Because the doctor hasn't broken any of your rules yet.

Alistair Wesley:
Exactly, but my sense of propriety has its limits. Now stay out of the park and away from the wife. This isn't your game, and no one's invited you to play. Don't test me. I was expecting everything.

John Reese:
You weren't expecting me.

Mark Snow:
There's no signal down here. She can't hear us.

Joss Carter:
What's goin' on, Mark?

Mark Snow:
We don't have much time. I don't know what she's planning, but you have to tell our friend. Whatever it is, it's big, and I can't stop it.

Joss Carter:
You killed a man for his ID to get inside that company, and then you shot a guard. Why?

Mark Snow:
[Shows the bomb vest stuck to him] I had no choice. This is just the beginning. She's on a mission with nothing left to lose. More people are gonna die.

Joss Carter:
I'll call bomb disposal, and I'll take you in. I'll get you out of this.

Mark Snow:
She won't let you.

Joss Carter:
She - who is she?

Harold Finch:
How much did they pay you to be their inside man?

Leland Rains:
Inside man on what?

Harold Finch:
The plot to kill your boss. Look, I have enough on you to send you to prison for a long time. On a good day, I just follow through with that. Today, I'll bargain. All the evidence I have in exchange for your power to call this thing off.

Nurse Picket:
Just let him die.

Dr. Madeleine Enright:
I'm not gonna let him die.

Nurse Picket:
Understand what's at stake for you, doctor. It's just one life.

Dr. Madeleine Enright:
It's still a life.

Alistair Wesley:
I just had to call and congratulate you on a game well played.

John Reese:
It wasn't a game. Lives were at stake. And after that elaborate plan, you were no more than a common thief.

Alistair Wesley:
You know I'm much more than that. After our meeting, I knew you looked familiar. You're John Reese. Our paths have crossed before in Istanbul at that market by the Bosphorus.

John Reese:
I remember the market. I don't remember you.

Alistair Wesley:
Well, that's the point. I was trained that way for a reason. Those were the days. International manhunts. Drone strikes. Now sometime we should finish that drink. I'm sure you and I would have a lot to talk about.

Joss Carter:
Do you know what this is all about, John? And if you did, would you even tell me?

John Reese:
You're one hell of a Detective, Carter. And I can't stop you from looking. But you already know quite a bit about me, Finch, and you may know we both had people who once cared about us. Not anymore. But you You still have your son, your life is still yours. So I think the real question you have to ask yourself, Detective is how much more do you really want to know?

John Reese:
Maybe there are no good people, maybe there are only good decisions.

John Reese:
Everybody needs someone to talk to.

Andrew Benton:
Where am I? That woman in my loft, she... tazed me.

John Reese:
Don't worry I told her to leave. She isn't cut out for this. She fixes people. Not like us - we break 'em.

Andrew Benton:
I don't understand. Um... who are you? What are you going to do to me?

John Reese:
Honestly, I haven't decided yet. But let me ask you a question: do you think people ever really change? I mean, you - you hurt innocent people and I, well for a long time, I killed people like you.

Andrew Benton:
Please, I'm not who you think I am. This is a mistake.

[Reese reaches for a gun sitting on a table between them]

Andrew Benton:
Wait oh wait oh oh OK - I've done some things um, I've crossed some lines. But I won't do it again I I I I swear. Please, let me go.

John Reese:
I could let you go. Because you know that for the rest of your life, that I'd be watching you. And if you hurt anybody, I'd stop you. And maybe you could change, and maybe so could I. But the truth is... people don't really change do they?

Andrew Benton:
No, they uh, they can. I can and you - I... I don't think that you're going to kill me.

John Reese:
No?

Andrew Benton:
No because I can see inside that you're a good person. You're a good man.

John Reese:
"Good".

[chuckles]

John Reese:
I lost that part of myself a long time ago... not sure if I can find it... not sure it matters anymore. Maybe it's better this way, maybe it's up to me to do what the good people can't. Or maybe there are no good people, maybe there are only good decisions.

Andrew Benton:
Please, you y-y-you don't want to do something that you're going to regret.

John Reese:
Which do you think I'll regret more - letting you live or letting you die? Andrew, help me make a good decision.

Harold Finch:
I'm not all that comfortable with your arrangement with Detective Fusco.

John Reese:
He's an asset.

Harold Finch:
He's a corrupt police officer who tried to murder you.

John Reese:
He's not the first person who tried to kill me. Fusco will stay in line.

Harold Finch:
Your detective is a nice pet to keep, Mr. Reese. But sooner or later he'll bite you in the back...

John Reese:
In other words, we'll have to watch her around the clock to figure out what kind of trouble she's in.

Harold Finch:
If you'd like a raise, Mr. Reese, all you have to do is ask.

John Reese:
Doctor has everything she needs to erase Benton for good.

Harold Finch:
What do you mean, "erase"?

John Reese:
Eight pounds of lye, heated to 300 degrees. Body will dissolve in three hours, give or take.

Harold Finch:
I will refrain from asking how you know that.

Dr. Megan Tillman:
How can you sit there and tell me not to do something you know in your heart you would too?

John Reese:
Because unlike you... I know what happens when you take a life. You lose a part of yourself - not everything - just the part that matters the most.

John Reese:
The guy you got tied up in the back of the van can wait. You're smart. And you've been careful. You probably wouldn't get caught. But the truth is, you'll never really get away with it.

Kara Stanton:
Don't your bosses at the Ministry of Security have anything better for you to do?

Greer:
My dear, if you think I work for the government, I really must fire my tailor.

Kara Stanton:
Welcome back, John.

John Reese:
Kara. I thought you were...

Kara Stanton:
Dead? I wasn't very good at it. Of course, neither were you. [Turns to Mark] Our friend here, on the other hand, who sent us to kill each other, I suspect he'll be great at it.

Mark Snow:
John.

John Reese:
Mark. [Looks to see that he has a bomb vest stuck to him]

Mark Snow:
Looks just like mine. Welcome to the party.

John Reese:
So what's this about Kara?

Kara Stanton:
I thought I'd get us all back together for one last little bit of field work for old time's sake.

John Reese:
You were never that sentimental.

Kara Stanton:
I wasn't, was I? [Hands Reese an earpiece] You and Mark are going to run a few errands for me. Execute your tasks in a timely manner and you will remain intact.

John Reese:
So what's this *really* about?

Kara Stanton:
This is about three dead little spies in a brave new world. It's about the afterlife, John, and us negotiating our places in it.

John Reese:
Have you ever defused a bomb vest before?

Harold Finch:
Can't say I have. But I believe I grasp the basic principles.

John Reese:
Well, that's encouraging.

Harold Finch:
[Defusing a bomb] For this phone, it's one of five combinations.

John Reese:
That's good.

Harold Finch:
The problem is we only get three attempts before the phone permanently locks us out.

John Reese:
That's not.

Harold Finch:
What?

John Reese:
Something you said once. About how sooner or later we'd both probably wind up dead.

Harold Finch:
I prefer later. After all, I'm the one who got you into this in the first place.

John Reese:
I'm pretty sure I'd be dead already if you hadn't found me.

Harold Finch:
It's hard to say.

John Reese:
Not really. Pick a winner, Harold.

Kara Stanton:
Something funny, Mark?

Mark Snow:
You're both damaged goods. Having the two of you take each other out wasn't just efficient. It was poetic.

Kara Stanton:
So why the cruise missles?

Mark Snow:
Had to be sure.

Kara Stanton:
And how's that working out for you?

Kara Stanton:
You're going to steal their car.

John Reese:
I'm pretty sure they'll object to that.

Kara Stanton:
So change their minds. Or should I deal with them my way?

Joss Carter:
I can barely hear you.

Harold Finch:
Sorry about the noise, but I had to relocate to a place with better WIFI anonymity before hacking the Department of Defense.

Joss Carter:
You hacked the DOD?

Joss Carter:
We've got to get up to that floor.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You think the bomb squad boys are going to go for that? Good luck.

Joss Carter:
Well just tell them we're helping to clear the stairs.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
What? Wait. That's twenty floors!

Joss Carter:
[Starting off] Twenty-one!

Harold Finch:
Detective. Are you all right?

Joss Carter:
We were ambushed. She killed Donnelly and took John.

Harold Finch:
Are you injured?

Joss Carter:
No. I'm just... handcuffed.

Kara Stanton:
Where am I?

Greer:
You're in the afterlife, my dear.

Kara Stanton:
I won't talk.

Greer:
I wouldn't want you to. You need rest. Besides, I already know your name, Ms. Stanton. In fact, I know almost everything about you. Where you're from. Who you work for. How you ended up in that bed. Information is my business.

Greer:
[Takes out a laptop] This is what your government sent you to find. Something they were so eager to destroy that they were willing to kill you too. Do you know what it is? An answer to a very interesting question. Would you like to know what that question is?

Kara Stanton:
I don't care.

Greer:
No, you don't, do you? That's why you and I are going to get along.

Kara Stanton:
You should eat something John. You may not get another chance.

John Reese:
I don't have that much of an appetite.

Kara Stanton:
Mark was like you. At first. So was I when I woke up half dead in a hospital in Dong Chang. You can't control anything around you so you fight back in whatever little ways you can, like refusing to eat. But, in time, you accept your fate. Like Mark here. And have a hamburger.

John Reese:
I'm just not that hungry Kara. But when I do fight back, you'll know it.

John Reese:
[Mark goes off on a guard] What did I say?

Mark Snow:
These guys get free, they're gonna kill us.

John Reese:
They're just doing their job. And I don't know them. Only person here I'm pretty sure deserves to die is you.

Greer:
You read the classics at Annapolis, Kara. Do you recall The Titans? The old gods? They were so afraid of the new gods, their own children, that they ate them. You work for the old gods, Kara. And they betrayed you. They were willing to kill you because they're afraid. They have an inkling of what happens next.

Kara Stanton:
If you don't work for the MSS, then why are you here?

Greer:
Because unlike the CIA, my organization still thinks you could be *very* useful.

Kara Stanton:
You think I'd work for you? [Scoffs] If I break your neck, can I go back to watching TV?

Greer:
No Kara, I know you wouldn't work for us. Not for money. As I said, money is not my business. I can offer you what your old employers couldn't, or wouldn't, give you. I can give you an answer. You merely have to tell me the question.

Kara Stanton:
Who? Who did this to me?

Greer:
Precisely. Not your old boss, Mark Snow. I've a fairly graphic idea of your plans for him. But the person truly responsible. The person who sold the laptop in the first place.

Kara Stanton:
In exchange for what?

Greer:
Do you remember how the Titans were finally killed? Before they could eat their youngest child, Zeus, he wrapped a boulder in his swaddling clothes and then watched as his father choked on it.

Kara Stanton:
I knew you wouldn't follow orders John. Just like in Ordos. Lost your nerve.

John Reese:
You're too late. I erased the drive

Kara Stanton:
You never were one for the bigger picture, were you John? All I wanted was for you two to clear a path for me.

John Reese:
What is this room?

Kevin:
Where we monitor the government's most secure networks against cyber attacks. From here she could reach...

Kara Stanton:
Everything.

John Reese:
What have you done Kara?

Kara Stanton:
My job, John.

John Reese:
Kara, listen. I know how you feel. I was in Ordos too, remember? And yes, we were burned. Betrayed. But we survived. You can let it go. It's not too late. You can end this.

Kara Stanton:
Oh John. I plan to. I meant what I said before. About missing this. But it's true what they say. You can't go home again. So long, fellas.

John Reese:
We need to get clear of any civilians. We can to get up to the roof...

Mark Snow:
[Mark hits him with the butt of his gun] God Reese, the old self-sacrifice bit. It's beginning to wear a little thin don't you think? The Agency's got a safe house less than 2 blocks from here. It's a long shot but it's all I've got.

John Reese:
Even if you made it, you think the Agency would take you back? In their eyes, you're compromised. Think about it. All that's waiting for you is a black hood.

Mark Snow:
[Closes the elevator] Good luck John.

John Reese:
This is my past catching up with me. It doesn't concern you.

Harold Finch:
But this moment does. I'm not leaving you here John. So can we please stop wasting time?

SAIC Brian Moss:
We identified the suicide bombers who broke into the DoD facility. Apparently they were a couple of rogue CIA agents. The Agency is not saying a peep but we think they went pro. [Shows a photo of Kara and one of Mark] This one - Mark Snow - fits the description of your Man In The Suit.

Joss Carter:
Really?

SAIC Brian Moss:
We believe Donnelly was onto them. They found out and killed him.

Joss Carter:
So does that mean the Bureau's case against The Man In The Suit is...

SAIC Brian Moss:
Closed. Officially. As for Donnelly, we'll deal with the Agency on our end. You take care Detective.

Mark Snow:
You were right Kara. About me being dead. I'm gonna be great at it.

John Reese:
The hard drive tell you anything?

Harold Finch:
Not yet. Whatever she uploaded, the encryption is remarkable. I can only assume that the malware it's protecting is equally sophisticated. The only thing I've been able to decompile is when it's set to go live - -a little more than 5 months from now.

John Reese:
What happens then?

Harold Finch:
I suppose we'll find out.

John Greer:
Northern Lights is effective but compromised by the ethics of its creator, it spoke but never listened. What I have not only listens but obeys, it can find, anyone, anywhere, any time, you merely need to ask.

Harold Finch:
Lives will be lost. The results will be nothing short of catastrophic.

Congressman Roger McCourt:
These programs are always going to be controversial. But also inevitable. People get up in arms whenever they go public, but eventually the noise dies down, because the simple truth is that people want to be protected. They just don't want to know how.

Root:
Hey, kids. You miss me between drug deals?

Sameen Shaw:
Yeah. I miss you like I miss an intestinal parasite.

Root:
I love your similes.

Sameen Shaw:
I could try blasting through the roadblock.

Harold Finch:
The term "blasting" does not inspire great confidence, Ms. Shaw.

Harold Finch:
Dare I hope that you've packed something other than weaponry?

John Reese:
There's trip wire to booby-trap the room door. And a toothbrush.

Harold Finch:
Oral hygiene is something, I suppose.

Harold Finch:
Since we started this, things have changed. We've changed. But the mission, our purpose, has always been constant - to save lives. If that's changed somehow, if we're in a place now where the Machine is asking us to commit murder... that's a place I can't go. I'm afraid this is where I get off.

Root:
We're gonna steal a jet.

Sameen Shaw:
That does sound kinda fun.

John Reese:
Send me a postcard.

John Greer:
What a piece of work is your Machine, Harold. "In action, how like an angel. In apprehension, how like a god." In 20 years time, life on earth will come to resemble the myths of the ancient Greeks. A pantheon of super intelligent beings will watch over us using human agents to meddle in our affairs.

Harold Finch:
Or they may simply destroy us all.

John Greer:
One could argue we've done a fair job of that ourselves. Besides, someone has to be in charge, but as you well know, gods are not easily born. In order to bring mine into being, I needed a Devil.

Control:
Where you were when Flight 77 hit the Pentagon? Because I was inside it. I carried out the wounded. I covered up bodies. and I have spent every day since putting bullets in the people responsible and in anyone else who even thinks that they can do that to our country again. You want to shoot me because I had to tap a phone calls, read a few e-mails, then you go right ahead. But you'd better turn that gun on yourself next, Mr. Collier, because you have broken just as many laws, and the only difference is I didn't wrap myself up in the American flag and try to convince people I was a hero.

Peter Collier:
I believe you love your country. I believe that when you started, people thought what you were doing made a lot of sense. But it's gone too far and it has to stop.

Peter Collier:
Mr. Rivera, what is Northern Lights?

Manuel Rivera:
I had nothing to do with that.

Peter Collier:
Really? The Intelligence Advisor to the President had nothing to do with a secret intelligence program? People would like to submit exhibits A1 through A46, classified documents detailing the secret operations of Northern Lights. Care to guess how many of these documents bear your signature?

Manuel Rivera:
Who do you think you are?

Peter Collier:
Are you or are you not part of a vast sustained criminal conspiracy...

Manuel Rivera:
Who the hell are you?

Peter Collier:
...to spy on every woman, man, and child in the US.

Manuel Rivera:
[shouting over Collier] You have no power, and the only criminal here is you, and your terrorist organization!

[Collier shoots him]

Peter Collier:
So who's ready to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?

Root:
Got seven more servers for you.

Decima Tech:
Let's get them scanned. [Scanner beeps] This shipment's two days late. Where the hell have you been?

Root:
Honestly? Planning this. [Shoots him with a tranquilizer dart]

Peter Collier:
We need to adjust our sights.

Madison:
Our sights?

Peter Collier:
This is an information war. We need to go after the people who control it, abuse it, destroy people's lives, and answer to no one.

Adams:
Now you're talking. What do you have in mind?

Peter Collier:
A statement. Someone who represents everything that's wrong with an unchecked Orwellian state. And we put them in the crosshairs, and we teach them a lesson no one will forget.

Peter Collier:
Welcome to your trial, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the trial of the United States government. Court is now in session.

Sameen Shaw:
[Watching video] Anyone else want to shoot this guy?

George Hersh:
Little bit.

Harold Finch:
Thank you for protecting me, although I'm baffled as to why.

Control:
The same reason I've done everything, Harold, for my country.

Senator Ross Garrison:
I told you, I had nothing to do with the development of Northern Lights. Damn thing was up and running when I was read in. I just got stuck with cleaning up the mess.

Peter Collier:
Hardly seems fair that your life should be in danger for someone else's misdeeds. So if you're not the guy, who is?

[Garrison tries, and fails, to avoid glancing at Control]

Peter Collier:
It never was a guy that was in control, was it? You may step down, Senator. You care to join us, ma'am?

John Greer:
[Whispers to Harold] Well, this should be fun.

John Reese:
How'd you find us?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Dog showed up at the precinct with a message from Cuckoo Clock to meet at this intersection. Didn't know she meant you and this guy.

[Fusco gestures to Hersh]

John Reese:
Vigilance caused the blackout. They set up a kangaroo court to go after anyone tied to the machine.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
What machine?

John Reese:
Why don't you take a lap around the block, Lionel?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
What, why?

John Reese:
'Cause we're gonna need some gear from that sporting goods store up the street. It'd probably be best if the NYPD isn't around when we smash in the front door.

Peter Collier:
Senator, you've denied any knowledge of Northern Lights, yet your name appears in these documents some 37 times.

Senator Ross Garrison:
Maybe you shouldn't believe everything you read on the Internet.

Peter Collier:
What is Research? I have here more than 300 pages documenting illegal wiretaps, interrogations, and assassinations carried out by Northern Lights all using information from something called Research, and all from one two-week period. Now, no bureaucracy moves that fast, so let me rephrase the question. Is Research an automated system? Is it a machine?

Control:
As a sworn officer of the US government, I can neither confirm nor deny anything pertaining to this matter, and I will say the same damn thing to every other question until the moment you put that gun to my head and pull the trigger.

Harold Finch:
Stop. I can help you. The questions you're asking, I know the answers.

Peter Collier:
Really? How do you know?

Harold Finch:
Because I built it.

Peter Collier:
You built it? One man is responsible for the most invasive surveillance technology in the world?

Harold Finch:
I'm good with computers.

Harold Finch:
I'm willing to tell you whatever you want to know, but only if you agree to spare the lives of everyone else in this courtroom.

Peter Collier:
Well, before we release anybody, we need to hear your testimony first.

Harold Finch:
[Harold walks to the stand] On September the 12th, 2001, I began coding in a complex surveillance system that would be known by many code names over the years, although I always just called it the machine.

Harold Finch:
It had to be a closed system. It was the only way to protect people's rights.

Peter Collier:
You expect us to believe you gave one thought about people's rights as you were building the government a weapon of mass surveillance?

Harold Finch:
It's not a weapon.

Peter Collier:
What else would you call it?

Harold Finch:
I would call it the best I could do.

Peter Collier:
And it never occurred to you the damage this thing could do, the lives it could destroy?

Harold Finch:
It occurred to me on day one, Mr. Collier, and every day since. If you're asking me if I feel at ease with what I've created, or whether it was the right or the wrong thing to do, I honestly don't know. But I designed the machine in part because I was worried, and I remain worried, about what someone else might build someone who wasn't worried. [looks at Greer]

John Reese:
Give me a call if you get in over your head.

George Hersh:
Next time I see you, I'll probably have to kill you.

John Reese:
Well, you're welcome to try.

George Hersh:
Oh, dear. I think I might be in over my head.

John Reese:
[In a gun fight] I'm a little busy myself.

George Hersh:
Unless you're looking at a big-ass bomb wired to blow when the power comes back on, I think I win.

Peter Collier:
Sooner or later, the truth will come out.

John Greer:
To quote Benjamin Franklin, "Three may keep a secret, as long as two of them are dead". [Collier is shot. Gunmen turns to Finch] I'm glad that you've lived long enough to see the dawn of the new world you created, Harold, but the time has come for your god and mine to do battle, and regrettably, our paths diverge here.

John Reese:
[after Finch is shot] First time's the worst, huh?

Harold Finch:
Why would you ever choose a career where this is an occupational hazard?

John Reese:
Well, I tried to quit, but some jackass told me I needed a purpose.

[last lines]

Harold Finch:
I take it your plan to stop Samaritan was unsuccessful.

Root:
Any chance we had of stopping it ended when we didn't kill the Congressman. This was never about winning. It's just about surviving.

Decima Tech:
[Cut to Decima lab] Higher functions online, sir. Searching for targets now.

John Greer:
Good. Eliminate them all.

Decima Tech:
Yes, sir.

Root:
[V.O] The Machine and I couldn't save the world. We had to settle for protecting the seven people who might be able to take it back. So we gave Samaritan a blind spot: seven key servers that hardcodes it to ignore seven, carefully crafted new identities. When the whole world is watched, filed, indexed, numbered, the only way to disappear is to appear, hiding our true identities inside a seemingly ordinary life. You're not a free man anymore, Harold. You're just a number. We have to become these people now, and if we don't, they'll find us, and they'll kill us. I'm sorry, Harold. I know it's not enough. A lot of people are going to die. People who might have been able to help. Everything is changing. I don't know if it will ever get better... but it's going to get worse. But the Machine asked me to tell you something before we part. You once told John, the whole point of Pandora's Box is that once you've opened it, you can't close it again. She wanted me to remind you how the story ends. When everything is over and the worst has happened, there's still one thing left in Pandora's Box: hope.

John Greer:
[to Samaritan] Good morning.

Samaritan:
[as individual words flashing on screen] WHAT ARE YOUR COMMANDS?

John Greer:
I assure you, it's quite the other way around. The question is, what, my dear Samaritan, are your commands for us?

Samaritan:
CALCULATING RESPONSE.

George Hersh:
[after Hersh shoots a bunch of Decima operatives] What?

Sameen Shaw:
Well, I guess we're not gonna question them.

George Hersh:
They're Decima. They'll go out a window before they'll talk.

George Hersh:
[after getting directions from Root] So we're going to 23rd and 5th because?

John Reese, Sameen Shaw:
It's complicated.

Root:
Looks like someone crawled in under the fence. Admit it, you were worried about me.

Sameen Shaw:
I'm worried about the mission. Reese and Hersh are trying to save Finch, but that won't matter if Samaritan kills us all.

Root:
Then let's get to work. [Pulls out a knife]

Sameen Shaw:
Oh, it's gonna be that kind of party, huh?

Sameen Shaw:
So this is Samaritan's brain?

Root:
Part of it.

Sameen Shaw:
[Looks at the servers] So what's the deal, you just plug 'em in, then it's lights out, Samaritan?

Root:
Something like that. [Hooks the servers up, one row of lights goes on]

Sameen Shaw:
These two rows didn't light up. It didn't work?

Root:
Those lights staying dark is a good thing. Samaritan's AI won't get switched on until Greer gets the government feeds. Those lights turn blue...

Sameen Shaw:
We're screwed

Root:
We're inside a sleeping giant, Shaw. Try not to wake it up.

Harold Finch:
By the time we turned it over to the government in 2009, the machine had helped stop 54 terrorist attacks, saving an estimated 4,000 lives. I don't know how many it's saved since.

Peter Collier:
So even though Northern Lights was shut down, your machine was still operational. Where is it now?

Harold Finch:
I'm afraid not even I know that.

Peter Collier:
Do you have access to it? Can we turn it off?

Harold Finch:
You have nothing to fear from my system, Mr. Collier, I assure you.

Peter Collier:
You'll forgive me if I don't take you at your word.

Harold Finch:
The machine's only output is a number. That's all the government ever gets, just a nudge to say, there's something you should look at here, and that's up to us to figure that out.

Peter Collier:
So it brands people as suspects, guilty until proven innocent!

Harold Finch:
No, not my intention.

Peter Collier:
THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED!

Peter Collier:
Go ahead and kill me. Damage is already done. Everyone in the world heard the testimony in that courtroom tonight.

John Greer:
Mr. Collier, who do you think makes the equipment that you used to transmit? Your trial was broadcast to a single office on the other side of town where a handful of computers led you to believe that the whole world was watching. It's high time you and I had a talk about the true nature of Vigilance.

Peter Collier:
You don't know anything about us.

John Greer:
Oh, I know a great deal more than you think. After all, tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered. You didn't really believe this was a democracy, did you? Your grassroots movement has been meticulously planned from the beginning. In fact, I recruited you myself.

Harold Finch:
Decima created Vigilance? Why?

John Greer:
our machine did its job too well. I had remind Senator Garrison and his ilk of just how bad things could be. And what better way to remind them than a fresh atrocity on American soil?

Peter Collier:
What atrocity? In all our dealings, we never killed one innocent person.

John Greer:
[Ominous] Not until now.

Jeremy Lambert:
Receiving the government feeds now, sir.

John Greer:
Then by all means, let there be life.

[Joss Carter goes to Judge Andrew Monahan's house to have him issue an arrest warrant for Alonzo Quinn, only to find Quinn, Officer Simmons, and several HR cops are waiting for her, guns drawn]

Joss Carter:
[to Judge Monahan, as she surrenders her weapon] I'll spare you the Shakespeare quote.

Alonzo Quinn:
You know, I think that's your problem. You see yourself as a protagonist in some great tragedy. Determined to face the world alone. Even if it gets you killed.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
"To be or not to be," b*tch.

John Reese:
You two get eyes on every one of those Numbers.

Sameen Shaw:
And how exactly can we be 40 places at once?

John Reese:
I don't care. If they find out Carter's behind this, only one number's coming up - hers.

Joss Carter:
Tell me you didn't use the front door.

John Reese:
I never do.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Nice badge. You wanna give me a warning next time you do something like that?

John Reese:
But that would ruin the surprise.

Sameen Shaw:
One question. Once we save the bad Russians from the bad cops, what exactly are we gonna do with them?

John Reese:
Finch, you doing a little spring cleaning?

Harold Finch:
I wish I was. I received numbers this morning. 38 of them, to be precise.

John Reese:
Maybe the Machine blew a belt or something.

Harold Finch:
It's not a lawnmower, Mr. Reese.

Harold Finch:
A woman sets a car on fire and attacks a drug shipment wearing a gas mask? Who does that remind you of Mr. Reese?

Sameen Shaw:
[Enters, Reese and Finch stare at her] What are you guys looking at? All right, you're being weird.

John Reese:
This your handiwork? [Gestures to the video]

Sameen Shaw:
I guess she does know her way around a 37 mil.

Harold Finch:
Ms. Shaw, you know something about this?

Sameen Shaw:
I know someone needed firepower. Reese had plenty, so I made a donation on his behalf.

John Reese:
[Looks at the video again] Wait. That's my grenade launcher?

Harold Finch:
Oh, my God, that's Detective Carter, isn't it? [Shaw looks at him] Your social circle isn't terribly wide.

John Reese:
[thanks to Shaw, realizes an important detail in the video about a mysterious attacker] Wait, is that my grenade launcher?

Harold Finch:
While I haven't decoded all the numbers, there does appear to be a common thread.

John Reese:
They're all cops.

Harold Finch:
Four of them are known members of HR, leaving a high probability that the rest may be as well.

John Reese:
3 dozen members of HR, all about to commit a violent crime?

Harold Finch:
Or they've been targeted, and HR is under siege. Things are about to get chaotic, Mr. Reese. I've already contacted Ms. Shaw to enlist her assistance.

John Reese:
I'll see if Fusco's heard any rumblings around the Eighth of an HR conflict.

Harold Finch:
If we could locate the source of the threat, perhaps we could defuse the situation before it escalates.

John Reese:
Perhaps. Meantime, you might want to get Bear here fitted for a vest.

Harold Finch:
Vest?

John Reese:
Not like yours, Finch. Canine ballistic. For when things get chaotic.

John Reese:
Where's Taylor?

Joss Carter:
Somewhere safe.

John Reese:
Any reason he wouldn't be safe here? Like your off-the-books pursuit of HR?

Joss Carter:
Everyone needs a hobby.

John Reese:
Most hobbies don't involve dirty cops staked outside your apartment. If you want, I can take care of him for you.

Joss Carter:
I'd appreciate it if you left him alone. Respectfully, I'd appreciate it if you left me alone for a while too.

John Reese:
Now's not the time to fly solo, Carter.

Joss Carter:
Don't get me wrong, John. I appreciate everything you've done for me and the city. But in the eyes of the law, you're still a criminal. And HR already knows we work together. And if they could prove it... No, I'm sorry. I gotta finish this alone.

John Reese:
HR won't go down without a fight. If you get in over your head, give me a call.

Joss Carter:
With the way you guys keep tabs on me, how much trouble can I get in?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
I heard what happened to Laskey. How you holding up? It's never an easy thing, losing a partner. Kinda makes you wonder what really went down between those two that night.

Joss Carter:
Not sure I wanna know.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You know what I think? I think someone else was there. I think someone shot them both and staged the scene. The only question is, who?

Joss Carter:
I don't know, Fusco. But whatever happened, I don't want any part of it.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Terney was the one who told you HR had your boyfriend killed. Now he's dead along with your rookie partner? I mean, don't you wanna know why?

Joss Carter:
Something I realized It's not always worth the risk to know why.

Carl Elias:
You know what crime you're most guilty of, Peter? Letting this man cook for you

Scarface:
[Takes the guns off Yogorov and his men] Those look heavy.

Carl Elias:
Relax. If I wanted you dead, I'd be a little more creative than this.

Peter Yogorov:
I'm surprised you're still in town. Figured you be on a beach somewhere, sipping mai tais and licking your wounds.

Carl Elias:
I just can't leave yet. Not with front-row seats to this little drama playing out between you and HR.

Peter Yogorov:
I don't know what you're talking about.

Carl Elias:
The wheels of history are turning again, Peter. Take my word for it. If the cops can't control you, they'll betray you. Just like they did me. But unlike me, you still have a chance to do something about this.

Carl Elias:
Yogorov got the package. Whether he received the message is another story.

Joss Carter:
He'll understand soon enough.

Carl Elias:
Save everyone a lot of trouble if you'd let me kill him.

Joss Carter:
That won't be necessary. In fact, you might want to keep a low profile for the next couple days.

Carl Elias:
Already planning on it. And whatever you're up to, Officer, I wish you the best of luck. I have a feeling you're gonna need it.

Joss Carter:
It's all there?

Sameen Shaw:
Everything but the kitchen sink. Tried it, didn't fit.

Joss Carter:
I appreciate you not telling the guys about this.

Sameen Shaw:
Boys can't have all the toys. You're fixing to have quite a party with all this stuff. You sure you don't need an assist? The 37 mil can be tricky.

John Reese:
Joss? Where are you?

Joss Carter:
I can't tell you that. But I know exactly where you are. Thought you promised to keep your distance.

John Reese:
That was before I knew you were starting a war. We know about Quinn and what he did to Cal.

Joss Carter:
Then you know why he can't get away with it.

John Reese:
Take it from me. Revenge isn't the answer. Tell me where you are. Please just let me help you.

Joss Carter:
You once asked me to trust you to do what needed to be done. Now I'm asking the same of you.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
[On the phone] No one knows who hit the Russian truck. Video footage from the RTCC is conveniently missing. This has "Man In The Suit" written all over it.

Alonzo Quinn:
Frankly, I don't care who stole Yogorov's cargo. If he's considering an end to our alliance, he's a major liability.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
He's threatening our people. I'd say the alliance is finished.

Alonzo Quinn:
Peter Yogorov doesn't have the stones to come after us. [Suddenly, Quinn's office erupts with gunfire]

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Boss, what the hell just happened?

Alonzo Quinn:
Someone just took a shot at me in my office! Yogorov. He wants to bite the hand that feeds, he can starve! Round up his top ranks and take them on out to Red Hook. Kill 'em and bury 'em. But bring Yogorov to me. I'll deal with that son of a b*tch myself.

Harold Finch:
While you were looking for Detective Carter, I received more numbers. It appears that HR has responded to the Russian threat in kind.

John Reese:
Guess it was only a matter of time until this escalated into an all-out war.

Harold Finch:
If you'll forgive my gallows humor, I'll put my money on HR.

John Reese:
Why do you say that?

Harold Finch:
Because they have something on their side that the Russians don't, Mr. Reese. The law.

Peter Yogorov:
[Pointing a shotgun at his door] First five guys through that door get early retirement!

Joss Carter:
That come with a pension?

Peter Yogorov:
[Opens the door] I remember you.

Joss Carter:
Good, we can skip the introduction. HR already rounded up all your boys. You're the last little Indian. And right now, they're on their way here to kill you. So if you wanna live, you're coming with me.

Peter Yogorov:
Last time I went with you, you arrested me.

Joss Carter:
[Pulls out her handcuffs] Guess old habits die hard.

Joss Carter:
There are about half a dozen corrupt cops awaiting trial on the same cell block as your brother right now. You sign this statement I could get Laszlo moved to safer facilities within the next few hours. So what's it gonna be?

Peter Yogorov:
Just show me the damn statement. [Begrudgingly signs] Now what?

Joss Carter:
I get an arrest warrant for Quinn.

Peter Yogorov:
You sure you got a judge you can trust with that? Quinn liked to spread that money around. We made him a lot of it.

Joss Carter:
Spent the last few days vetting judges. Narrowed it down to a couple. My statement, the evidence you got, and this whole thing comes down to blind luck. Do me a favor, Officer. Choose wisely. Because if you don't, then you, me, and my brother are all dead.

John Reese:
Good morning Finch...

Harold Finch:
Mr Reese. What have you been doing?

John Reese:
Corrupting Detective Fusco...

Harold Finch:
Does he really need any help in that regard?

Caroline Turing:
I can't think. I can't move. This must be what panic feels like.

John Reese:
Here, have some chocolate.

Caroline Turing:
Will they help to produce an adrenalin response?

John Reese:
No... but they taste good.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You can't trust us, how are we supposed to trust you?

John Reese:
Trust is complicated, Lionel. For example, I'm sitting in a police car with one cop who tried to murder me and another who spent six months trying to lock me up. So you'll forgive me if I take things one step at a time.

Caroline Turing:
Who the hell are you?

John Reese:
Let's just say we both help people cope with their problems. I'm just a little bit more, uh, hands-on. I promise I will tell you when it's time to panic.

Caroline Turing:
I think I owe you an apology.

John Reese:
How do you figure?

Caroline Turing:
I diagnosed you as paranoid.

John Reese:
Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not trying to kill you.

Alicia Corwin:
You're a hard man to find, Harold.

Harold Finch:
I don't know who you...

Alicia Corwin:
Save it. We met before, remember? Nathan introduced you as his IT guy. He always had a talent for understatement.

Harold Finch:
What do you want from me, Alicia?

Alicia Corwin:
Nothing complicated. You created God. And now you're gonna help me shut it down.

John Reese:
Hello, Zoe.

Zoe Morgan:
Good to hear you're getting some help. But I don't think there's a woman out there alive who could fix you, John.

Special Agent Nicholas Donnelly:
It's an article of faith for me that all criminals, however clever, eventually slip up.

Joss Carter:
You want to tell me what this is all about?

Special Agent Nicholas Donnelly:
Man in the suit? We got him.

Caroline Turing:
So nice to finally meet you, Harold. You can call me Root.

Harold Finch:
I know you're good at stealing cars. How do you feel about helicopters?

John Reese:
Been a while since I've flown. Might be a little rusty.

Harold Finch:
On the bright side, if you don't remember, it'll be a short fall.

John Reese:
[Heading to the roof] That sounds like a helicopter...

Caroline Turing:
Isn't that what we want?

John Reese:
I haven't stolen it yet! [Changes direction] Follow me. Change of plans.

Caroline Turing:
You said you'd tell me when to panic. I'm guessing now's the moment.

Harold Finch:
You hired HR yourself. You were willing to risk your own life to find me?

Caroline Turing:
I did this corporate training thing once - I was blackmailing the CEO, long story. But they did this exercise called the trust fall where you close your eyes, and fall, and wait for someone to catch you. I knew you boys wouldn't let me down.

John Reese:
[to Fusco and Carter] We should all get drinks sometime. My treat.

Harold Finch:
Thermostat has a motion detector camera. It'll capture the face of any patient coming or going from Ms. Turing's office. Should be able to identify the more prominent ones in no time.I'm guessing one of them hired HR to keep her quiet. Question is Which one?

John Reese:
Till we figure that out, I'm going to want to stay as close to Turing as possible.

Harold Finch:
I agree. Time for you to work through some of your issues, Mr. Reese. [Cut to Reese as Turing's patient]

John Reese:
Caroline Turing. You familiar?

Zoe Morgan:
No, but that's obviously by design. Next to bartenders, men usually like to spill it to female shrinks. It's easier than talking to their wives.

John Reese:
These men value discretion. You know any of her patients?

Zoe Morgan:
A few. Impressive lot. I've narrowed it down to three players. Hans Friedrickson, the lawyer that threatened her. Supposedly he's away on a business trip right now.

John Reese:
Or left town to give himself an alibi.

John Reese:
Patient number two, banker named Terrance Baxter. Rumor is he's being investigated for Ponzi scheme. And there's David Sarkesian. He's a prominent city official. Whispers are he's sleeping with his intern.

Zoe Morgan:
Looks like our shrink is sitting on a powder keg of secrets.

Zoe Morgan:
Which could be lucrative, if you play your cards right.

John Reese:
Or deadly if you don't.

Caroline Turing:
Who are those men? Why did they shoot at you?

John Reese:
'Cause I was standing in front of you.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Did you take care of the shrink?

Jablonski:
Not yet.

Jablonski:
Some guy came out of nowhere fast. He shot Mandel in both legs.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Let me guess. Tall guy in a suit. Did the woman get a good look at any of you?

Jablonski:
Yeah.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
That's bad news for you, my friend. You don't clean this up, we're not gonna take the risk you'll turn state's. You kill them Or I'll kill you.

Caroline Turing:
Who would want to kill me?

John Reese:
I was hoping you could tell me that. Someone with the means and the money to hire a team to get rid of you. Sound like any of your patients?

Caroline Turing:
Yeah. All of them.

Caroline Turing:
You saving me, is this making up for someone you didn't save?

John Reese:
I thought we were done with therapy.

Caroline Turing:
Talking about your issues helps distract me.

John Reese:
Who said I had issues?

Caroline Turing:
I'll take that as a yes.

Caroline Turing:
Who was that?

John Reese:
FBI.

Caroline Turing:
They want to kill me too?

John Reese:
Actually, they're after me.

Alicia Corwin:
Before Nathan died, before your machine killed him, I could tell something was eating away at him, the ethics of what he was building. I thought he was fighting with himself over it. But he was fighting with you. He knew, didn't he? The hubris of creating something as powerful as the machine. I can feel it right now. Watching us, listening to us. There's no hiding from it. I'm so tired of running.

Harold Finch:
I've made some mistakes. But building the machine is not one of them. You haven't been running from the machine, Alicia, and the machine didn't kill Nathan. You've been running from people. From people that you and I both trusted.

Zoe Morgan:
You were set up, John. Turing isn't who we think she is.

John Reese:
What do you mean?

Zoe Morgan:
Her office, her life, it's all a mirage. I saw the escrow transfer. She was the one who paid HR.

John Reese:
She put the hit on herself.

Zoe Morgan:
Turing must've learned how you operate, that you'd show up if her life was in danger. She was trying to lure you out into the open.

John Reese:
[Realizes she's after Finch] She wasn't looking for me. She was looking for him.

Gloria:
[about young Elias's family tree project] Maybe we could do some research, find some more names to fill in.

Elias:
Like my father? You must have heard something about him, who he was...

Gloria:
Carl, do me a favor. Let it go.

Elias:
Do you think he even knows about what happened to my mom?

Gloria:
Here's what I know, baby. We are all descended from kings. You gotta live your own life. Be your own man.

Harold Finch:
Bit of a late start Mr Reese. Did you forget to set your alarm?

John Reese:
Had my yoga class.

Harold Finch:
Well, I hope you've gotten in touch with your chi...

John Reese:
I don't know, Finch. We could let the trash take out the trash...

Harold Finch:
I know they encouraged a certain moral flexibility when you worked at the CIA, but I like to think we're reaching for a higher standard! In any case, we need to consider the collateral damage.

John Reese:
So we're going to babysit the five most powerful criminals in New York.

Taylor Carter:
That guy you sent is kind of a bad-ass.

Detective Joss Carter:
Yeah, he knows it, too.

Taylor Carter:
Who's the guy with the glasses?

Detective Joss Carter:
If you find out, let me know.

John Reese:
[about Carter getting the mob bosses to a safe house] How'd she convince them to go with her?

Harold Finch:
She didn't. She kidnapped them. It seems you've had something of an influence on her.

John Reese:
Thanks, Finch.

Harold Finch:
I'm not certain I meant that as a compliment.

Elias:
[Age 22] Where's Don Moretti?

Soldier #2:
Yeah, you tell me, kid. Well, uh, the boss wanted me to tell you he wished he could be here. But he couldn't make it.

Soldier #1:
Talk about brass. Used to be the Dons would clean up their own mess. Moretti didn't have the stones to be here. You know, Deluca told me he made him get rid of the broad back in the day. Now we gotta deal with this miserable bastard. [Elias realizes what's going on] Aw, for crying out loud. Here come the waterworks. What's the matter, kid? Not the family reunion you were hoping for?

Elias:
What an idiot, I should have known.

Soldier #2:
Yeah, well, the Don's already got one idiot kid. Guess he didn't need another one.

Elias:
You two think you're safe because there's just one of me. That I'm weak and that you're strong. That's not strength. That's weakness. Look at you... a bunch of jealous idiots. Liars, betraying each other. I don't need that. I get my strength from being alone, and that's why I'm gonna destroy all of you.

Gianni Moretti:
You here to rescue me? Or shoot me?

John Reese:
Tonight... rescue.

Detective Joss Carter:
You know I can't hand these guys over to you. I might as well kill them myself.

Carl Elias:
If you're up to it, that would be extremely helpful.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
How long you think we can stay here?

Detective Joss Carter:
Until we know they're safe.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
They're mob bosses, Carter. That ain't gonna happen anytime soon.

Detective Joss Carter:
I guess you should know the FBI has a new task force set up in your honor. They think you're working with Elias.

John Reese:
I'm often misunderstood.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Shouldn't we call for backup?

Detective Joss Carter:
You are my backup.

Detective Joss Carter:
I don't know who to trust anymore.

Harold Finch:
You can trust us, Detective.

Harold Finch:
Are you certain this is the best course of action? Mafiosi don't take kindly to people who approach them unannounced. They're like feral dogs that way.

John Reese:
No time for anything but the direct approach, Finch. Besides, I've always been good with dogs.

Harold Finch:
Meet the heads of the five families. Caparelli. Zambrano. Grifoni. Basile. Gianni Moretti Jr. Moretti's son. Junior took over when Moretti went to prison. Unless all these men suddenly decided to turn on one another, I think it's fair to assume that they're being targeted.

John Reese:
Short list of people crazy enough to take on the entire leadership of the Cosa Nostra?

Harold Finch:
Only one, in my opinion.

John Reese:
Elias.

Gianni Moretti:
Why don't you just kill me already?

Carl Elias:
I would hate for you to miss the show. I'm gonna do what you never had the stones to. I'm gonna unite the families, and take control.

Gianni Moretti:
Oh, that's some plan for a nobody. And you think my associates are gonna go along with this farce?

Carl Elias:
They won't have a choice.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
I got a real job, you know.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
HR is your real job, Fusco. I need some intel on that guy who's been stirring things up around town. Tall guy with a suit. Likes shooting people in the kneecaps.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
I thought he was yesterday's news.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Not to the feds. They set up a new task force trying to locate him. We wanna know everything they do, see if we can get to him ourselves.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Why, you looking to put him on the payroll?

Officer Patrick Simmons:
You ask a lot of questions, Fusco.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
I got an inquisitive mind.

John Reese:
I'm here to give you a heads up about Elias. He's got plans. And they don't include you and your friends.

Caparelli:
You a cop?

John Reese:
Not even close. Frankly, I'd be inclined to let you idiots kill each other, but that could get messy. Your men here can't protect you. But I can.

John Reese:
Elias, end this before anyone else gets hurt.

Carl Elias:
I'm only doing what I think is best for the city.

John Reese:
So you're gonna kill everyone who gets in the way?

Carl Elias:
We're more alike than you'd like to admit. Both killers in our own right. But now you save innocent people like Charlie Burton, not old gangsters. Just leave those men to me.

John Reese:
You know I can't do that.

Carl Elias:
I can't say I'm surprised. See you on the other side.

Harold Finch:
We have another problem. Detective Carter.

John Reese:
I thought she wasn't answering her calls.

Harold Finch:
She wasn't. But as you know, I've always taken a somewhat liberal view of how to use a telephone.

Detective Joss Carter:
Why do you need the bosses dead, Elias? You've already shown how powerful you are.

Carl Elias:
You don't understand the evil you're protecting, do you? Let me tell you something about Zambrano. He earns his living by selling heroin to schoolchildren. Grifoni sells guns to the highest bidder. My esteemed half-brother, a man who not only imports drugs, but young girls. These are the men that you are protecting.

Detective Joss Carter:
Things would be much better under your watch, huh?

Carl Elias:
I run an efficient enterprise. There's no infighting, there's no conflict over territory. I am the evolution of organized crime.

Detective Joss Carter:
You're a force of corruption and weakness. My answer is no.

Harold Finch:
The only way to locate Taylor is to make a deal with the devil.

John Reese:
I hope you're not referring to Elias.

Harold Finch:
Elias isn't the only fallen angel in our rolodex, Mr. Reese.

Harold Finch:
I'd like to talk to you about your organization. The one commonly referred to as HR. It's come to my attention that HR has been paid a large sum of money to ignore any criminal activities involving a man named Elias.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
Really. And how exactly did this come to your attention?

Harold Finch:
notice things, Officer. Things the rest of the world ignores. And I've noticed things about Elias that I believe you've overlooked.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
I doubt that. I'm a pretty observant guy myself.

Harold Finch:
You think Elias stands for a return to the way things used to be. A firm hand on the reins of organized crime. But he also stands for other things. [Shows a stack of photos] This is Elias's surveillance of HR police officers and their families. You're in bed with the devil. This man will go to any length to get what he wants, including kidnapping children. Detective Carter's son is only his most recent victim.

Officer Patrick Simmons:
I didn't hear anything about that.

Harold Finch:
Look, I recognize, Officer, that I'm placing myself in danger by sitting here with you. I need you to understand that you're placing your family in danger by doing business with Elias.

Harold Finch:
I'm sorry I'm not much use on this end of things. Look [Picks up a gun] Show me how to fire one of these and I can help. I'll... create a distraction, I suppose, or...

John Reese:
hat's okay, Harold. You can be the getaway driver. I'll be fine. Besides, you know I don't like it when people mess with kids.

Carl Elias:
You're good at your job, Detective. I'm good at mine. I was hoping we could avoid further bloodshed.

Detective Joss Carter:
This is where it ends. Right here, right now. [Hear sirens]

Detective Lionel Fusco:
I called for backup. You gotta trust somebody, Carter. This guy doesn't own every cop. [Elias concedes defeat, he gestures to his guys to drop their weapons] Get down, get down!

Detective Joss Carter:
Carl Elias, you are under arrest. I'll have to check my notes for the list of charges, but murder and kidnapping are at the top.

Carl Elias:
You can't stop the inevitable, Detective. Change will happen whether you embrace it or not.

Gianni Moretti Jr.:
It's good to have you back, pop.

Gianni Moretti:
It's good to be back. Let's go home, son. [Phone rings] Hello?

Carl Elias:
Hi, dad.

Gianni Moretti:
What, is this somehow supposed to intimidate me?

Carl Elias:
I just wanted to say good-bye. And that I wish I could have been there. [Moretti's car explodes]

Detective Joss Carter:
If Elias moved all of his money, where did it go?

LaBlanca:
I don't know yet. The funds went out to over 1,000 unique payees.

Detective Joss Carter:
Did you get any names of the people he paid?

LaBlanca:
It's not that easy.

Detective Joss Carter:
Yeah, it never is with this guy.

LaBlanca:
Everything's going out as cash or wire transfers. We could trace it, but the warrants alone would take a couple weeks. What do you think he's buying?

Detective Joss Carter:
lias doesn't care about material things. He buys people. People who'll murder for money. Cops and politicians who'll look the other way.

LaBlanca:
Well, whatever it is, he just bought a lot of it.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Who owns this place again?

Detective Joss Carter:
A friend.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You got some weird friends, Carter.

Harold Finch:
[Reese hands him a cup] No thanks, I don't drink coffee.

John Reese:
Sencha green tea, one sugar.

Harold Finch:
You've been paying attention.

John Reese:
Relax Finch, it's just tea. I haven't guessed your favorite color yet...

Harold Finch:
Mr Reese, I'm highly uncomfortable being here!

John Reese:
I'm highly uncomfortable having you here... but I need a spotter.

Harold Finch:
What if you miss?

John Reese:
[Aiming for the car] I wouldn't know. I never have...

John Reese:
That's a Welrod, isn't it? Only 73 decibels when fired. But it won't stop me before I get to you. and I lose my patience when I get shot.

Pilcher:
Before the country reunified, East Germany was the greatest surveillance state the world has seen. The Stasi knew everything.

Harold Finch:
I've read about them. I'm a sucker for surveillance.

Pilcher:
They had millions of hours of wiretaps, sweat and body-odor samples.

Harold Finch:
I just need a name to go with an alias. [Reads] Real name Ulrich Kohl; part of an espionage team.

Pilcher:
I've read about the Stasi teams - Kohl's unit went around the world, in and out of Western Europe and the US. That's why he needed the American papers. The team hunted down east German defectors and neutralized them before they could talk.

Harold Finch:
"Neutralized. "

Pilcher:
Where guys like him went, people died. Um... how did you know about the submarine schematics?

Harold Finch:
Told you - I'm a sucker for surveillance.

Harold Finch:
After all that, he goes in the ground under a name that isn't even his. The German government will sweep the whole thing under the rug.

John Reese:
And Ulrich Kohl never existed. I always thought I'd die in a place that didn't know my name.

John Reese:
You think anyone will care for our names?

Harold Finch:
After we're dead.

John Reese:
I thought we already were.

Heinlein:
I don't know who you are or how you know to be here, but this is just the beginning.

John Reese:
Then this is going to be a long day.

Kara Stanton:
[about the agents she just killed] You didn't even question them.

Kara Stanton:
We don't have time for questions. Only answers. These men took a bribe to let a mass murderer escape.

John Reese:
How do we know it was them?

Kara Stanton:
Anonymous source. Very reliable. [He still looks uncertain] You need to know this is right? I'll tell you one last time before it gets complicated. This is right. The threat is real. Your country needs you. No teeth, no fingertips. One last thing - You don't have any old friends. You see them, you don't know them. We're walking in the dark here, you understand? [Looks at him thoughtfully] I think I've got it. You'll be...

Harold Finch:
[Cut to Finch] Mr. Reese.

John Reese:
Anonymous tip for you, Lionel.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You got to stop calling me here.

John Reese:
[Ignores this] Homicide in the west village. I think the shooter might have others planned today. I left you a care package at the scene. I need you to find out whatever he knows.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Yeah, well, I can't do anything till someone calls in a crime.

John Reese:
You'll get a call - "Shots fired".

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Were there shots fired?

John Reese:
[Shoots his gun] There were now.

John Reese:
How did you know I would shoot?

Ulrich Kohl:
You are a solider; like me. They took everything I had. But part of me survived. It was Her.

Kara Stanton:
You're the new guy, right? Let's go somewhere private so we can talk.

John Reese:
You're Stanton? I'm...

Kara Stanton:
No, you're not. The ID NCS gave you didn't pass muster, so you're nobody. Which means I get to name you. Wilson, maybe. [Looks at him, testing the name] No. [Hands him a glass] You should have a drink.

John Reese:
I don't drink when I'm working.

Kara Stanton:
No? Well, start. You tier one boys are all the same - Tense. Out here, "tense" gets us killed. In your old job, you were behind enemy lines for 6, 12 months? [John nods] In this job, you never go back, because there is no line to cross back over. Never was. So you may as well get comfortable.

Wernick:
What happened to you, Ulrich?

Ulrich Kohl:
I paid for my sins, for yours, for the team. The people who caught me kept me in a hole, but I never stopped thinking, planning.

Wernick:
It was long ago. I let myself forget.

Ulrich Kohl:
I did not have that luxury.

Wernick:
It was wrong what we did. You'll go after Steiller next? [Gets a look] Then be at peace, my old friend.

Ulrich Kohl:
Anja is alive?

Steiller:
She found me a few years after we all defected. She was more afraid of you than anyone, Ulrich. So, you see, your revenge was all for nothing.

Liaison:
Stop. We have diplomatic immunity.

John Reese:
[Pushes him out of the way] I'm not a diplomat.

Heinlein:
Who are you?

John Reese:
I'm the guy who still has time to save Anja Kohl.

Kara Stanton:
Relax. We're on the same team. And besides, where would I hide a gun in this dress?

Contact #1:
You're Stanton, right? [Gestures to John] Who's this?

Kara Stanton:
Haven't decided yet.

Joss Carter:
We got a killer out there, and our best lead is getting deported.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You still got your vigilante looking for the shooter. That's not bad news.

Joss Carter:
You can't send a killer to catch a killer, detective.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Hey, your guy still gets results.

Ulrich Kohl:
I have taken lives. Positioned on a wall with a rifle. Then the Stasi came calling. They said, "your country needs you. "

John Reese:
They always say that.

Ulrich Kohl:
Hmm. For my country, I left my country And killed wherever they sent me. For that, I was called a monster. Even the blackest heart still beats.

John Reese:
I was you, Kohl. Revenge won't help.

Ulrich Kohl:
They kept me buried in that hellhole. I thought about nothing but today.

John Reese:
What about tomorrow?

John Reese:
[to Capt. Lynch] Elias can't kill a cop without permission; run it up the chain of command... permission's been revoked! Tell Elias that if he so much as touches Detective Carter again, I will put him, you... everyone in the ground. You got that?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
[Speaking to a crowd at the scene where Rodney was shot] My name's Detective Fusco with the NYPD. If anyone has seen or heard anything pertaining to what happened here tonight, you can call me at...

John Reese:
[Appears as the crowd disappears] I already have your card, Lionel.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
What the hell are you doing here?

John Reese:
Just checking in. What happened here?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Lead poisoning. It's going around the neighborhood.

Harold Finch:
Is everything okay, Mr. Reese?

John Reese:
We got into this to stop bad things from happening to good people. Carter's been doing that her whole life. She's not just another number, Finch. Some people the world can't afford to lose.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
You know, Carter, we've been working together for a while now. My friends call me "Lionel." You got a first name?

Detective Joss Carter:
Sure. "Detective."

Detective Lionel Fusco:
What, do you miss me already?

John Reese:
You're a hard man to miss, Lionel.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
I'd say this Carter situation's got you worried. What are you gonna do, follow her around from now on?

John Reese:
I'm not. You are. Don't let her get in any trouble.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Carter's gunning for you. Hell, she's probably going to catch you. Why you spending so much time trying to protect her?

John Reese:
She's a good cop. Good person. Hell, you should try it sometime, Lionel.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Yeah, thanks, look, I'm just saying, if she wasn't around, it would probably solve a lot of your problems, now, wouldn't it?

John Reese:
If anything happens to her, Lionel, I'm coming for you next.

Officer Valentino:
Carter, looks like you're not the only one who's got a beef with Hector Alvarez. Some guy came into his body shop and shot up the place. The bangers inside got a taste of their own medicine said the guy had a sub-machine gun and... a grenade launcher. You believe that?

Detective Joss Carter:
Was this guy wearing a suit?

Officer Valentino:
No, motorcycle jacket why?

Detective Joss Carter:
Maybe it's in the cleaners.

John Reese:
I know this doesn't change anything. I know you'll still arrest me if you get the chance. But you should know, whether you like me or not, Joss, you're not alone.

Yusuf:
I already told the other Americans I deliver fruits and vegetables

Daniels:
You deliver explosives for Al-Qaeda. Your cell is responsible for a suicide bomb that killed three U. S. soldiers in Fallujah. You should tell me the location of the remainder of those explosives. [Yusuf is silent] Talk to me, or else you're gonna have to talk to my boss. And believe me when I tell you, you don't want to talk to my boss. [More silence] All right.

Detective Joss Carter:
[Enters] Hello, Yusuf.

Detective Joss Carter:
I work homicide, Mrs. Kovach, okay? I'm the one who ha to investigate it when your husband finally beats you to death. [She's silent] Look, every time you tell us it was an accident, you're strengthening the story he's gonna use to get out of it - That you were clumsy, accident-prone. Do you hear me?

Mrs. Kovach:
[Lamely] The stairs. I fell down the stairs.

Detective Joss Carter:
If he puts his hands on you again, call me. [Hands her a card]

Mrs. Kovach:
[Sees her husband] Sorry. I have to go. [Takes the card at leaves]

Detective Lionel Fusco:
I don't know why you bother, Carter. You can't save 'em all.

Detective Joss Carter:
That's a homicide waiting to happen. Figured I'd try to stop one for a change.

Detective Joss Carter:
[about Elias] You killed his mother, and you left him to the wolves. What do you think he's gonna do to you? I wouldn't expect any father's day cards. If you help me, I can offer you protective custody.

Gianni Moretti:
Who do you think you're talking to?

Detective Joss Carter:
You don't get it. Elias can get to you anywhere. He can find someone you know, turn them on you. And you know what? It's not a question of if, but when.

Gianni Moretti:
Telling me this guy already took out a cop, took a shot at you 'cause you got too close, and you came here to warn me, huh?

Detective Joss Carter:
Consider it a courtesy call.

Gianni Moretti:
There a task force going after this Elias, or is it just you, detective?

Detective Joss Carter:
What is that supposed to mean?

Gianni Moretti:
Way it looks from my side of the fence, you're all alone. Sounds to me like maybe he's coming after you.

Harold Finch:
Where are you?

John Reese:
At the scene of a homicide, wondering how the machine can see one and miss another.

Harold Finch:
I'm sorry, Mr. Reese. The machine detects acts of premeditation. And I'm afraid we've got a big problem with the one it's seeing right now.

John Reese:
Whose number came up?

Harold Finch:
Mutual friend of ours: Detective Carter.

John Reese:
[Finch is attaching a camera to a figurine] Didn't know you collected dolls, Finch.

Harold Finch:
As you know, I collect rare books, Mr. Reese. 180g vinyl, and a Xerox Alto when I can find one. This doll is for Detective Fusco.

John Reese:
Fusco's into dolls?

Harold Finch:
He is now, if we want to keep eyes on Detective Carter.

Harold Finch:
I've been looking into our new number. Carter, detective first grade, homicide task force. Single mom, teenage son, served as an army interrogator.

John Reese:
Passed the bar in '04, gave it up to go back on the force.

Harold Finch:
It's impressive, Mr. Reese.

John Reese:
Impressive lady. Honest to a fault.

Harold Finch:
Which means she made a lot of enemies, both in the criminal world and in her own department. I've narrowed the list of possible suspects to a little over 300 or so.

John Reese:
Day in the life of a homicide detective.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
They got me working with Detective Carter, and, uh I'm starting to hear some things.

Captain Lynch:
Yeah? Like what?

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Maybe she's not so well-liked by, uh, a certain element.

Captain Lynch:
Listen, Lionel things are going back to the way they used to be.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Used to be?

Captain Lynch:
Thing about organized crime? It was organized. Things worked. Trains ran on time. This new guy... he knows the rules.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
New guy... You mean Elias.

Captain Lynch:
Runs a tight ship. Low profile. Not like these cutthroat Russian idiots. He knows who to grease - all the way up to city hall. Look, the economy's in the toilet. Detective Carter doesn't understand the rules. She's bad for business.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
What'd she do?

Captain Lynch:
Sniffing around, trying to build a case. She's gunning for Elias. She's got to go.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
It's a tricky business, getting rid of a cop.

Captain Lynch:
Went through the proper back channels, up the chain of command. Permission granted.

Detective Joss Carter:
Can't stop you from boozing your life away. But you go home and put your hands on your wife again, I'm coming after you.

Edward Kovach:
You come after me, and I will exercise my second amendment rights. And I promise you, I got a pretty big gun.

Detective Joss Carter:
Man as angry and bitter as you are I got a feeling it ain't that big, Eddie.

Detective Joss Carter:
Analyst from the real-time crime center sent over footage from some of the cameras around Bodega La Nueva.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Some? There's more cameras than this?

Detective Joss Carter:
Yeah. Mayor wants one on every corner.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Wow, no wonder I feel like I'm always being watched.

Detective Joss Carter:
[On the phone] I guess I have you to thank for this. How do you always know when something bad's about to go down?

John Reese:
You're in trouble, detective.

Detective Joss Carter:
I'm not the one who's hiding. Look, you keep playing God, and sooner or later, an innocent person's gonna get hurt. I can't let that happen.

John Reese:
Listen, I didn't call to talk about me. Your life's in danger.

Detective Joss Carter:
I'm a cop. My life's always in danger.

John Reese:
You're not listening to me. I'm trying to tell you someone wants you dead.

Detective Joss Carter:
Who told you that? Why are you following me? What do you want?

John Reese:
I want you to start being more careful. For instance, if you're gonna take down Hector Alvarez, you should know the man's running guns. He has an arsenal at his fingertips.

Detective Joss Carter:
What - Why are you helping me? And how do you keep finding out all of this information?

John Reese:
Like you said, I always seem to know.

Detective Joss Carter:
I know somebody saw something.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Yeah, getting them to talk is another matter.

Detective Joss Carter:
I'm sure you'll charm something out of them, Fusco.

John Reese:
[about Carter] Did you know she had a son?

Harold Finch:
Didn't know you cared.

John Reese:
No dad in the picture for some time.

Harold Finch:
You been looking into the detective, Mr. Reese?

John Reese:
It pays to know the person coming after you, Finch.

Yusuf:
This is just a negotiation for you. You don't care about me or my family.

Detective Joss Carter:
Your son - he's named after you. He's turning 8 in 14 days, right? Favorite sport?

Yusuf:
Soccer.

Detective Joss Carter:
But it's too dangerous to play in the field by you. Your only brother, Naji, was killed nine months ago by an IED. You visit his grave every day. So, you see, you are not just a negotiation. Not to me.

BC:
I'm sorry, Carter. You always been good to me, but I ain't got no choice. You told me to find that guy Elias. Well, I found him. Sorry. [Pulls a Gun] He said it's either gonna be you or me. And it ain't gonna be me.

Detective Joss Carter:
Where's Yusuf?

Daniels:
Yeah, he, uh, didn't make it back. Accidents happen.

Detective Joss Carter:
[Scoffs] He trusted me. I gave him my word. I-I promised I'd protect him.

Daniels:
You shouldn't make promises you can't keep. Come on, you don't think this guy was innocent, do you?

Detective Joss Carter:
e had a family. Don't you care what happens to them?

Daniels:
It's not my job to care.

Detective Joss Carter:
What is wrong with you? You can't just play God! You don't get to decide who lives and who dies!

Daniels:
You want to stand on your high horse, go ahead. But don't expect me and my men to back you up. It's a long war. And you're all alone.

John Reese:
[after blowing up the garage door of Hector's auto shop with a grenade launcher and shooting the three men inside once each with a sub-machine gun] Knock, knock!

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Hey, you don't talk to people who just walk into the joint!

John Reese:
Lionel... you worried about me? I'm touched!

Harold Finch:
The police only see what they choose to look for. The machine sees almost everything. If the girl's number has come up, she must be alive.

Nathan Ingram:
When were you going to tell me?

Harold Finch:
I wasn't gonna tell you, I guess. I'd rather I didn't know myself.

Nathan Ingram:
All these people. And this damn machine knew. *You* knew. That someone wanted to harm them, kill them... and you d nothing?

Harold Finch:
You knew what we were building here. This thing looks for plotters, for schemers. It looks for malicious intent. We built it to stop terrorists before they could act. But a machine doesn't understand the difference between those crimes that are relevant to national security and the ones that are... irrelevant.

Nathan Ingram:
Irrelevant? So you taught it the difference? You want to play God? Is that the deal?

Harold Finch:
No, I don't. That's the whole point. There are exactly eight people in the world that know that this thing exists. If anyone else ever found out, there'd be such an outcry. They'd turn it off. The intelligence the machine produces has already foiled a half dozen major terrorist plots.

Nathan Ingram:
How are we supposed to live with this, knowing that someone out there needs help?

Harold Finch:
Well, we don't have to. I've coded the Machine. Every night at midnight, it deletes the irrelevant list. We didn't build this to save somebody. we built it to save everybody.

John Reese:
This was a professional hit. Muzzle impressions were made after the fact, made it look point blank, like the father did it. Cops missed it.

Harold Finch:
And you know that how?

John Reese:
That's how I would have done it.

John Reese:
[Enters an elevator, there's three men inside, one is holding flowers] Those for your wife?

Businessman:
Uh, yes.

John Reese:
I thought your wife liked roses.

Businessman:
Excuse me, do I know you?

John Reese:
No. But I know you, Bill. Little relationship advice, if you're gonna step out on your wife, you need to think it through.

Businessman:
Do you work here? Because if you do, you're fired.

John Reese:
I'm more like an independent contractor. Now, you don't seem like a bad guy, Bill. You and your wife are having some problems. It happens. Well, some women would just leave you. But some women, they might just hire a couple of guys to come to your office, dismantle your surveillance cameras to make it look like a robbery gone wrong. [the men behind them pull their guns, Reese is faster, he gets them in the knees] I would call the police and a good divorce lawyer.

Detective Raymond Terney:
Detective Carter. Aren't you homicide? I don't have any cold ones for you. Just a couple of guys ain't ever gonna play golf again.

Joss Carter:
Yeah, it's part of an ongoing investigation. What do we know about the shooter?

Detective Raymond Terney:
This rich guy was on his way home, said a couple of guys tried to kill him, and this, uh, other gentleman quote "intervened," unquote.

Joss Carter:
Let me guess. Some guy in a suit.

Nathan Ingram:
I know our deal. I schmooze the board, I cash out the checks, I pick up the awards. You do most of the work. But, honestly, this is getting exhausting for me.

Harold Finch:
I'm perfectly happy with the division of labor. Always have been. [Gestures to the award] What's this one for?

Nathan Ingram:
This is for services to humanity. I didn't tell them that we laid off half the staff in order to build this Orwellian nightmare.

Harold Finch:
Said you wanted to make a difference, give something back.

Harold Finch:
I'm starting with the basics here. I'm trying to teach it to track people using cell phone location data, facial recognition. I'm almost ready to move on to the next problem.

Nathan Ingram:
What's the next problem?

Harold Finch:
Sorting them all out. Terrorists don't exactly stand out on street corners, you know? You have to teach the machine to sift through the emails, wire-tapped phones, bank transactions, looking for people that are hiding something, living double lives.

Nathan Ingram:
People like you, in other words.

John Reese:
I need you to pull a file for me.

Detective Lionel Fusco:
Yeah. Right after you pull my IAD file. 'Cause they got me one step from fighting off a whole cellblock of degenerates that I sent upstate. They think I'm dirty.

John Reese:
That's because you are dirty, Lionel.

Solnick:
I get it. You're like me. A killer. A genuine bad guy. Then I don't have to explain to you what happened to those people on that boat. You already know.

John Reese:
But what I don't know is why you let the girl live.

Solnick:
I wouldn't have killed the girl. Not even if they paid me my quote. I told her anyone ever knew she was alive, I'd finish the job. I don't kill kids. Had some punk on my cell block last week say he heard I did. I told him the same thing.

John Reese:
Who hired you to do it?

Solnick:
Some guy I met one time. No names. Cash. Who hired you?

Joss Carter:
So you can't tell me anything about how this man looks? Hotel staff said they might have seen two people coming and going, but it's nothing on the surveillance cameras. Was there anyone else helping you?

Theresa Whitaker:
It was a pretty traumatic experience. I don't remember much at all.

John Reese:
And here I was thinking we were getting a little closer, Harold.

Harold Finch:
I told you I'm a very private person.

John Reese:
Well, you're gonna need to trust someone at some point.

Harold Finch:
Trust? That's not something I come by very easily. I have my reasons.

John Reese:
Are you ever gonna tell me those reasons?

Harold Finch:
Don't call me, Mr. Reese. I'll call you.

Harold Finch:
Wait. Theresa. You know I can't keep up with you. Can I ask you where you're going?

Theresa Whitaker:
I'm better off alone.

Harold Finch:
And how's that?

Theresa Whitaker:
It's safer.

Harold Finch:
I don't think so. Please. Sooner or later, you're gonna have to trust someone.

Harold Finch:
You know, I went to see your aunt Elizabeth. She seems like a lovely person.

Theresa Whitaker:
You tell her about me?

Harold Finch:
No. Of course not. But she did mention how much she missed you. She even showed me an old photo. You know, there's no changing what happened to your family, but you do have someone out there that loves you.

Theresa Whitaker:
Yeah? What do you know?

Harold Finch:
I know what it's like to lose someone. And to feel the need to disappear. But, trust me, you don't want to leave people behind.

Harold Finch:
The number we've received is for a girl named Theresa Whitaker. Some disciplinary trouble, but basically a good kid.

John Reese:
Well, the machine did spit out her number, so she must be caught up in something. Where can I find her?

Harold Finch:
As I told you, Mr. Reese, this situation is somewhat unique. You see, Theresa Whitaker should be right here. [Shows him a grave stone] She was murdered, along with the rest of her family. Two years ago.

John Reese:
So we're looking for a ghost?

Joss Carter:
I've got eight case files connected to this guy's prints, and half of them have been redacted.

Detective Kane:
Here we go. Missing persons '07. Your trigger happy hobo, Carter.

Joss Carter:
Only now he's a killer in a suit.

Detective Kane:
Well, maybe he's a recovering diplomat.

Joss Carter:
[Looks at the missing person case, it's also been redacted] They pulled the whole file.

Detective Kane:
Feds. This one's above your pay grade, Carter.

John Reese:
[Shaw tosses him the shotgun] What's this for?

Sameen Shaw:
[Seeing the yellow Ferrari] To help you feel less inadequate while I drive this thing.

John Reese:
We're gonna need to make a pit stop. Someone needs our help.

Sameen Shaw:
And the whole "prevent the AI apocalypse thing"?

John Reese:
You like a challenge, Shaw. We're the good guys, which means we have to do both.

Sameen Shaw:
Where's Bear?

John Reese:
Staying with a guy named Leon. Didn't think you even liked the dog.

Sameen Shaw:
Like Him? He's the only reason I'm sticking around.

The Machine:
[Last lines] Can you hear me?

Root:
Absolutely.

Root:
C'mon Harold, time to meet God.

Harold Finch:
Please don't set your expectations too high.

Root:
We want to know about Northern Lights.

Lawrence Szilard:
I have no idea what you're talking about. I have nothing to say.

Root:
Your daughter, Christine. In LA, where you hid her. Such a shame if people running Northern Lights got a hold of her.

Harold Finch:
Please, there's no need for that.

[to Lawrence]

Harold Finch:
I can tell you how it began. You were approached by a woman named Alicia Corwin.

Lawrence Szilard:
She was killed last year.

Root:
Such a tragedy.

Lawrence Szilard:
All of my colleagues on that project died in suspicious circumstances in the past two years. As far as I know, I'm the last one alive.

Harold Finch:
And you're the last person who can tell us about Northern Lights.

Root:
I thought you said I wouldn't enjoy this, Harold. Sadly, though, if my access to the machine only lasts 24 hours, it's time to go. Your friend John's been keeping up with us. How is that?

Harold Finch:
I don't know...

Root:
I wasn't asking you, Harold.

Sameen Shaw:
You wanna fill me in on who you're talking to, John? Our fairy godmother?

John Reese:
he group you used to get your intel from. You called them Research. Your ex-boss called it Northern Lights.

Sameen Shaw:
The ones your pal told me don't exist.

John Reese:
No, they exist. They're just an "it" rather than a "them. " A machine.

John Reese:
[Talking to the machine via a street cam] Give me a location on Finch. You know almost everything that's happening, and you won't tell me the one thing I need?

Sameen Shaw:
Okay, look, I already broke you out of jail tonight. I'm not springing you from the funny farm.

Root:
Your machine is telling me about all these people, Harold. Their secrets. I'm beginning to understand how you acquired such a dim view of humanity, Harold.

Detective Raymond Terney:
So I made my statement. I don't know what else to do. Still no sign of the weapon. You really ought to contact your union rep.

Joss Carter:
No. I'll be fine. I know who took the weapon. I recognized one of the unis at the crime scene. He was questioned in the HR sting, but they let him go. Gonna have Fusco have a little talk with him.

Detective Raymond Terney:
[Changes his tone] That's always been the problem with you, Carter. You - you just never figured out when to keep your big mouth shut. Listen, you always been okay to me, Carter. And frankly, I don't like killing women. You keep digging, we're gonna put you in the ground, just like we did to your boyfriend. You drag your recovering dirtbag partner into this, we will pull the rip cord on him too. And maybe your kid. Now, do yourself a favor and sit here and take it.

John Reese:
The machine said this is where I'll find the answer.

Sameen Shaw:
What was the question?

John Reese:
Where the machine is located.

Sameen Shaw:
Can't it just tell you?

John Reese:
I think Finch programmed it not to, to protect it.

Sameen Shaw:
No offense. Maybe Finch wants control of the machine himself.

John Reese:
If Finch had something to do with the virus, I'm sure he had his reasons. On the upside, hopefully the machine won't have told Root where it is either.

Sameen Shaw:
Next time I see that woman, I'm shooting her. And not in the knee.

Sameen Shaw:
Another pit stop? How often do you guys get a number?

John Reese:
Some days, none. Doesn't seem like today's gonna be one of those days though.

Lawrence Szilard:
We were contracted to build a structure. It had to be hidden in plain sight and have power for 50,000 people. At first, you know, I said, "That's a joke. What about a nuclear reactor?" The next day, I was given specs for a nuclear reprocessing facility and the army corps of engineers as a work force. And then it started to arrive. Disguised as radioactive material to evade scrutiny. We were just told to - to plug it in. They would take care of the rest, but I've always been the curious type.

Harold Finch:
So you took a look at the data.

Lawrence Szilard:
Just the I/O. The rest was encrypted. But what I saw... it was like a glimpse of the future. Elegant, intuitive. Practically alive. [Turns to Root] It's speaking to you right now, isn't it?

Sameen Shaw:
[Stops a car] Police business, ma'am.

Lady Driver:
Let's see your badge.

Sameen Shaw:
New Yorkers. [Shoots her gun in the air]

Harold Finch:
I know you've been looking for the machine. Nathan, if you're trying to get back in to access the irrelevant numbers...

Nathan Ingram:
It won't work, I know. You locked me out. You were always the better engineer. But I do have one advantage over you. I am the face of IFT, which means when I call a reporter to meet me for coffee, he'll be there.

Harold Finch:
What are you going to do, Nathan?

Nathan Ingram:
I'm going to tell them what we did. What we built.

Harold Finch:
No, you can't do that!

Nathan Ingram:
Why? Because the government will shut it down? Because of the greater good? I'm sick of hearing it.

Harold Finch:
No, it's not just that anymore. I've been looking into this. I think the government may be killing them. The engineers that Corwin had reassemble the machine after we shipped it off? There have been accidents, disappearances. The head of the project, a man named Lawrence Szilard, went missing last month.

Nathan Ingram:
Harold, you have been running so long, it's rattled you. Alicia isn't going to have me bumped off.

Harold Finch:
It might be out of her control.

Carl Elias:
[Discovers he's been taken out of prison by HR] Oh, that sort of prisoner transfer.

Peter Yogorov:
Heard a story about you, Elias. Your daddy wanted to put you down. He had two of his goombahs take you for a walk in the woods.

Carl Elias:
Does this story have a moral?

Detective Raymond Terney:
Yeah. What goes around comes around.

Carl Elias:
No. You don't get to talk to me. I'm true to what I am. Like my friend Mr. Yogorov here. I killed his father. He kills me. Fair is fair. But you, you're a - you're an oath breaker. You're a worm.

John Reese:
[On the phone] Carter, I've been worried. You okay?

Joss Carter:
I've been better. But, look, that can wait. I think HR and Yogorov's crew are gonna take out Elias tonight.

John Reese:
Elias tried to kill you, Joss. He kidnapped your son. His well-being isn't exactly a priority for me.

Joss Carter:
His lieutenant was gunned down this morning. The first thing Elias did was get his bodyguards paroled to watch his man in the hospital. At least he's loyal.

Carl Elias:
[after Carter rescues him from HR] Detective Carter. What a funny old world. Where are we going?

Joss Carter:
I don't know.

Harold Finch:
We gave the government the ultimate power. If they know you've called a journalist, they won't take any chances. They'll kill you and anybody else they think might know about it.

Nathan Ingram:
You've never trusted anyone. Not me, not the machine. Have you even told your fiancee your real name yet?

Harold Finch:
...I'm waiting for the right moment. Nathan, please, tell me what I can do to stop you.

Nathan Ingram:
Give me back the irrelevant list. You could even help me.

Harold Finch:
What, you and me sitting here, trying to rescue them one at a time?

Nathan Ingram:
Someone's number's on that thing right now. It's gonna be erased at midnight. Maybe - maybe we can help them.

Harold Finch:
I'm not trying to help them. I'm trying to help you.

Root:
[the facility where the Machine was supposed to be is empty] Where is it?

Harold Finch:
I'm sorry. You said you wanted to set the machine free. I already did.

Root:
[Turns away from him] Where are you? Please talk to me! [Turns back to Harold, angry] You lied to me. I believed you. I believed in you.

Harold Finch:
Ms. Groves...

Root:
My name is ROOT. [Turns her gun at him, only to shot as Reese and Shaw arrive]

John Reese:
Harold. Are you okay? [Looks at the empty room] Is this what you expected?

Harold Finch:
It's what I hoped.

John Reese:
You didn't do this yourself?