Top 1000 Quotes From Person of Interest

John: How did you know I would shoot?
Ulrich: You are a soldier, like me. They took everything I had. But part of me survived. It was her.

John: Why did you stay in the town where you grew up? I mean, why not start fresh?
Andrea: Because I'm not running away from who I was. I was taught it's okay to make mistakes, and I believe everyone deserves a second chance.

- Parking garage, St. George's hospital.
- When's it going down?
- I have to go.
- Wait.
- Thank you.
- For saving my life.
- You're welcome.

- But we're just the first wave.
- Silverpool's not gonna stop attacking until they find out how much that girl knows.
- Then they'll kill her.
- Hey, where you going?
- Reese: To work.
- Douglas: Hey.

- I love you, Julia.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Man [over radio]: Target engaged.
- Bull 's-e ye.
- Returning to base.

- Something wrong, Finch?
- No, nothing.
- You're right, of course.
- Go to the apartment rented under thornhill's name.
- See who shows up looking for the man who doesn't exist, find out what they know.

- Cahill: This is iOS?
- You've made a mess out of this.

- Harold, Simon was about to get caught in the crossfire of a work dispute.
- No. That's only what it was meant to look like.
- What Simon saw, the calls, the votes, the e-mails...
- The election was fixed by something that can manipulate electronic signals without a trace.
- Samaritan rigged the election.
- Now it's cleaning up.

- You're sane. Or close enough.
- And you're free to go.
- Okay.
- Well...
- Thanks for everything.
- Mm-hm.
- I'm sorry.

- Pointing her towards me in Davidson's murder.
- What line is that?
- The line where I don't give a crap anymore.
- So watch your back.
- Know how many times I've heard that?
- But here I am, beautiful as ever.
- Go home, fusco.

- The numbers haunted me.
- I'd never felt so helpless in my entire life.
- And I know I can't getjustice for all of them.
- But the possibility of having it for just one...
- Looks like our Ms. Morgan has decided to be found after all.
- This time, when you find her, try not to lose her.

- Hey, room's occupied.
- This is an emergency evacuation.
- What? Why?
- Bed bugs.
- You're now in room 304.

John: Fusco tells me they got a lead on a foster family.
Darren: I had a family.
John: Darren, we don't get to choose what happens to us Just what we do about it. I looked into them. They're good people.
Darren: And if they aren't?
John: I'll take care of it.
[Holds up the quarter]
John: I'm, uh, still on the clock.

- Dirtbags of the highest order.
- Run drugs, underage hookers.
- And a lot of paper.
- Paper?
- Yeah, counterfeit bills.
- Ids, passports, for a forger named yorke.
- We'd better find Mr. Yorke then.

AUSA: Sometimes when we hit bottom, we ask the wrong people for help- people who use our weaknesses against us, get us to do things that we never thought we could. Or would.

Jack: Who are you people? Where am I?
Harold: You have a bullet lodged in your shoulder, Mr. Salazar, a gift from a very angry group of force recon devil dogs, whom I can only assume live up to their name. Now, Ms. Shaw has medical experience, so either you can either let her retrieve the bullet, or we can continue to discuss the matter until you contract sepsis.
Jack: [Turns to Shaw] Sure you know what you're doing?
Sameen: I've been shot. A lot.

- Dj: And now for a very special song by a very special uncle who's come all the way from Dublin.
- Everybody, put your hands together...
- Oh, dear.
- For the one, the only...
- Uncle Ralph!

- Not cool.
- A peace offering.
- It's the Beatrice Lillie from park's deli.
- Including the extra ingredients you enjoy.
Root: Here, let me help you.
- Two hands are better than one.

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: 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: You think I'd work for you?
[Scoffs]
Kara: 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: 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: 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.

Officer: Do we have a problem, Your Honor?
Judge: Do you consider a felony murder charge a problem? Because if that bitch cop and her gun-wielding cohort get Alonzo Quinn into federal custody, that's what we'll all be facing.
Officer: No one is gonna be charged. We have checkpoints on all the roads. They'll never make it downtown.
Judge: Carter said she had evidence on HR, pictures, recordings. She has me on tape working with you people!
Officer: We have a team tossing her place. No one is gonna kill her until we get that evidence. We need to come up with a story. Do you have a firearm in the house?
Judge: In that far drawer.
[Simmons gets it]
Judge: Fine, what's the story?
Officer: Robbers broke into your home, they looted the place, and shot you.
[Shoots the judge]

- Fraud investigation.
- Hands up, sucker.
- Sucker?
- I can only guess what he got you for, pal.
- He feed you that line of crap about the exchange rates?
- And you, pass me that briefcase very slowly.

- That's all you need to know. Now put it back.
- But why aren't we allowed to see what's inside?
- What's the worst that could happen?
- Last guy who had your job...
- He opened up one of those boxes.
- Next day, he was gone. That's all I know.
- You're the boss.
- Smart. Now get in the cab.

- So now you and me, we have our own little secret.
- They tell me you got a pair, kid.
- Tenacious, capable.
- I like to think so, sir.
- You keep your head up, there's a place for you here.
- Thank you, sir.
- So nice to finally meet you.

Sabrina: Whatever you want, just tell us, we will make it happen.
Daniel: Who are you?
John: I'm the guy who stopped you two jokers from killing each other.
Sabrina: I don't know what you're talking about.
John: [Ignores her, looks at Daniel] Where's Nestor Santiago?
Sabrina: [Offended] Nestor? You hired Nestor to kill me? The drug-addicted lunatic?

- There's something I need to tell you about Reese.
- It can wait till we're home safe.
- Follow me.

- Right, fusco?
- In less than 30 seconds, there's a guy who's gonna come into this room...
- He's gonna run this city.
- You're a survivor.
- Gonna choose the right side?
- Or you gonna die alone here with your partner?

Dominic: A man is not a river. And you are not a king.

- We need to get her files, see if the assailant is one of her clients.
- Narrow down our suspects.
- I'll be there as soon as I can.
- Half day, Finch?
- Stay close to Ms. Gutierrez.
- I'll be back soon.

The: [As root]
- If you can hear this, you're alone.
- The only thing left of me is the sound of my voice.

- Carter: Excuse me.
- Detective Sullivan?
- Sully?
- It's me, ca...
- Oh, no.
- Police!

- On my way.
- Did it work?
- We got something.
- What, I don't yet know.
- Thank you, Harold.
- Fusco: Let's get out of here.

- Reese: Shaw.
- Listen. My name is John.
- I'm here to help you.
Wilson: [over radio] Team 3, move into position.

Sameen: Heard you took a bullet.
Detective: Yeah, stupid bastard shot me where I had plenty of padding.
Sameen: Would've gone for the head shot myself. Course, you got plenty of padding there, too.

- I can do that for you, Monica.
- It's okay, I've got it.
Jerome: You want me to pick you up some lunch?
- No, I have a meeting.
- I don't have anything scheduled.
- Last minute thing.
- I didn't bother putting it on the calendar.

Harold: Careful what you look for Mr. Reese, you might find it.

- There was no safe place, no escape.
- Hey, stay here with me.
[Chuckles] I couldn't stand you when we first met.
[Softly] You wouldn't stop bugging me.
- Mmm.

- In a last desperate act, your young misguided lot decided to go out with a bang.
- Along with a whole host of police, reporters, and innocent civilians.
- Or at least that's how history will remember it.
Manuel: NYPD! Down on the ground.

John: [Dragging a mostly unconscious drug dealer] Unbelievable. We're hunting a killer and we get amateur drug night in the sticks. You smuggle it in on your boat? Ah, don't say anything. Just bleed if I'm right.

- Come on. No. No.
- I need more power.

- Remember that company I asked you about the other night? Tritak?
- How about we keep what we talk about at night, at night?
- And as for the sec, just remember that last time we barely got off the hook.
- We can't take another embarrassment.
- You mean the firm can't take another embarrassment, right?
- Keep your head down, Adam. Please.

- Where are they?
- Somewhere in there.
- Let's go.

- You're sure you saw four ships out there?
- Yeah. Why?
- Terminal manifest only lists three.
- What do you say we take a look behind door number four?
Root: You two head below deck, try to find grace.
- I'll keep watch up here.

- You were free.
- Why did you come back?
- Like I said, we have a larger fight ahead of us.
- I think we should be together when that begins.
- Don't you?
- Thank you.

- Drone strikes. You know, sometime we should finish that drink.
- I'm sure you and I would have a lot to talk about.
- Until then...
- John F. Kennedy, please.
- International terminal.
- It seems Wesley enjoys a good game, Mr. Reese.
- And I'm sure we'll have the chance to play again.

- What on earth just happened?
John: You're gonna have to hold on a bit longer.
- Good news, this number's legit.
- Bad news, I'm the victim.

Toke: Buddy! You haven't changed. It's like going back in a time machine.
John: And you look exactly the same as the day we met.

- Time to get your friend back to the ship before he turns into a pumpkin.
- You're pretty handy with that thing.
- I'm hungry.
- You're buying me a steak.

Yorke: [Hanging from the ceiling] Take me down, you bitch! I told you everything I know.
Yorke: [Fusco and Finch walk in]
Yorke: Hey! Hey, hey. Hey, guys, call the cops!
Sameen: You wanna take a crack at him? My gun hand's cramping.
Detective: Guy's not looking so good. Did you break his legs?

- I don't even know if you check this number.
- Um, I need to talk.
- Oh. You scared me.
- Who were you calling?
- Nobody.
- That's funny. It sounded like you were calling somebody.

- And then the cops came rolling up.
- You got kids?
- My boy's 9.
- Missed my daughter's second birthday last month.
- Her mother doesn't want anything to do with me anymore.
- Look, you help me catch this guy...
- And I'll do my best to get you home to see your little girl. I give you my word.

- But it is a crime to cutout a man's intestines...
- And make him wear them as a hat.
- Wait, you plan to kill me?
- Probably.
- Okay, that's a big mistake.
- Yeah, you better get out of here right now, while you still can.

- If only we 'd had more warning, perhaps we could have been there in time.
- How quickly can you bring samaritan online?
- Immediately.
- The government feeds are all we require.
- You'll have them within the hour.

Detective: You can't trust us, how are we supposed to trust you?
John: 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.

- Dominic will have his men going floor by floor.
- We can't stay hidden forever.
- And we can't blast our way out of here.
- We're gonna need an escape route.
- Elias, I could use your help here.
- They shot Anthony.
- Dominic wanted my attention.
- Well, now he has it.

- Never mind. I'm in.
- No photos of family or friends.
- Some jazz records.
- She dropped out of law school, no current employer.
- But she buys a $2 million apartment for cash three years ago.
- What's she gotten herself mixed up in?

- I was actually thinking we should spend a little more time together.
- Hmm, is that so?
- What is it this time, more power players or cover-ups?
- Not exactly.
- Zoe Morgan?
- Will you be my wife?

- Yes.
- I have no doubt.
- Answer me one question. Why are you so interested in Harold?
- He's dead.
- Your tea's gone cold.
- Feel free to freshen it up.

Harold: Why's she doing this? For Shayn?
John: Yes. And her brother. She still feels a debt. The dead have a power like that, as you know.

- They sent 50 employees packing.
- So they could send in the big guns, and we're their targets.
- Get ready, Lionel.
- Chain of command's coming for us.
- Ah!
John: Nice shot, Lionel, but I'm afraid it's time we wrap this up.

- Into where?
- His supervisor's office.
Harold: What is he looking for?
John: I can't tell.
- But whatever it is, it's above his pay grade.
- Which is likely why we got his number.

- And no one's coming to save you.
- Be happy with Peter.
- You don't believe that. Not really.
- You wanna be brave? Take a risk.
- Tell me to wait for you and...
- Say those words, and I will.

- Don't worry. I didn't kill them.
- Like you said,
- I've been making progress.
- The man coming after me, on the other hand, will almost certainly kill you, so...
- You probably should run.
- Pardon me.

John: Finch, I think Pierce just made me.
Harold: Just mention the carried interest loophole. You'll be fine.
Logan: I haven't seen you at one of these things before. What's your story?
John: John Wiley, hedge fund manager. How's that carried interest loophole treating you?
Logan: I'm sorry. I thought you were interesting. My mistake.

Harold: You're in the hospital's employee database as Dr. Anne Moore.
Sameen: You sure you don't want to play MD, Harold? I never made a convincing doctor, even when I was one.

Joss: I've got eight case files connected to this guy's prints, and half of them have been redacted.
Detective: Here we go. Missing persons '07. Your trigger happy hobo, Carter.
Joss: Only now he's a killer in a suit.
Detective: Well, maybe he's a recovering diplomat.
Joss: [Looks at the missing person case, it's also been redacted] They pulled the whole file.
Detective: Feds. This one's above your pay grade, Carter.

- Finch: We have yet to prevent a murder...
- But we can add another grand larceny to our list of accomplishments.
- I'm hacking the hotel security...
- To determine precisely what jewels you've stolen.
- Perhaps they're so valuable that Tomas is willing to betray a client...
- And kill his teammates just to keep them.
- Hi, Shaw. How's your date?

- I'm not gonna let the man in the suit slip away just because his license checks out.
- Now, Clark, watts and holt all live out of state.
- I've got agents checking their homes and businesses.
- But Mr. Warren apparently works right down on wall street.
- Let's see if we can make sure that address isn'tjust an empty office. Come on.
- Okay.

- Should I retrieve them, sir?
- I'll send another welcoming party.
- Gotta make sure the others don't escape.
- Split up. Cover all possible exits.
- And, martine?
- Sir?
- Enjoy yourself.

Justin: We have a board meeting at 1:00.
Logan: The board can meet me at on Coney Island. Uh, they have got these bacon-wrapped hot dogs, crispy on the outside, juicy on the in. It's your basic kosher nightmare, But you know what they say. "What happens on Coney Island..." Well, I guess nothing good really happens on Coney Island. Except for these dogs.
Jeremy: What a lunatic.

Chris: "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]
Chris: 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: Plus that hacker made his mark without ever getting busted.
Chris: True. Whoever it was, that person's still out there.

- Right across the street.
- So this guy likes to play games, huh?
- Well, so do I.
- I remind you
- I'm not a proponent of violence.
- We imply it.
- We may not have to use it.

- I don't think that's gonna happen.
- Please, boss.
- I just want it to be done.
- Okay, Anthony.
- That's enough.
- You've gone far enough.

- A butterfly flaps its wings...
- Are you done yet?
- Samaritan has attempted to sidetrack her work many times, but she is as tenacious as she is brilliant.
- Which leaves us with one option.
- If kagawa is eliminated...
- Point made. Can lwake up now?

Vanessa: What the hell is going on? Who are you people?
Harold: As of this moment, Ms. Watkins, we are your judge and jury. You're here to make your argument.
Vanessa: I can name at least three felonies you're committing. Kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment, coercion! Why should I make my argument to you?
John: Because if we decide that you're innocent of your husband's murder, we can provide you with an alternate identity and a fresh start in a new city. If you're guilty, we turn you over to the NYPD.

- You're welcome to leave the cash, though.
- Where's Dominic?
- He's unavailable.
- But like we said, you can leave the case.
- That's not gonna happen.
- I'll take that.

- Living their lives until he gets bored, and moves on to the next.
- To identify such a killer, we would want to consider who he has been...
- And what he might look like.
- Okay, so how do you spot someone who's that good at being anyone else?
Stanley: Excuse me, marshal.
- That FBI guy needs to see you out back.

Harold: I know what it's like to look for a definitive answer, even when you know that none exists. You're trying to make sense of this tragedy. You're reaching out for meaning, but the wrong thing is reaching back. This force can certainly give your life structure, order... meaning. But it wouldn't be the meaning you want.
Claire: It's the only thing I've got.

Harold: Not much on the SIM card. Some disconnected numbers and a handful of texts, all equally cryptic. So I'm trying to hack the cell company for more information. But their firewall is impressive.
John: You can't get in? You built a machine that spies on the entire country.
Harold: When you work for the government, access is not a problem.

John: I've got some experience you could use - Skills.
Sam: What kind of skills?
John: You have a .45 under the counter and a shotgun next to the register, and I can get to them both before you.

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

- I'll handle it.
- You know, sometimes,
- I wish I had an assistant whose qualifications extended beyond having a great ass.
- I sure hope this guy is a perpetrator.
- Wanna go to a party, Shaw?
- Only if you promise to wear something pretty.

Harold: You try to harm her in any way...
Root: I don't want to hurt Grace. I'm not a sociopath, Harold. Believe me, sometimes I wish I was. The things I've had to do would've been so much easier. I don't like taking lives. But I will. Because I believe in something more important. I believe in your machine.

- Try reading a book. Oh.
- Here's a start.
- We'll be back soon, Leon.
- Tell me, Mr. Reese, how do you feel about hospitals?
- They've never bothered me.
- I'm glad to hear.
- They make me aggressively uneasy.

- Suspect's moving east on 119th street.
- Grey Van, New York plates, kdd-0327.
- Where's my partner?
- You can relax, Finch. He's gone.
- My boss wants to talk to you.
- Mr. Reese?
- Mr. Reese?

- Whoa, whoa.
- Meg Watkins, homeland security.
- What happened here?
- Gang war over drugs, ma'am.
- Gangs?
- Ma'am?

- I think I know why the machine chose this time to resurface.
- It wanted you to help the number, but it also wanted the number to help you.

John: You must be wondering who I am.
John: I think you work for Decima. I think you're the man to blame for all this.
John: And what gives you that impression, Mr. Reese? Oh, yes, I know all about you, John. And you, Ms. Shaw. Since your untimely departure from Northern Lights, I understand that you're in need of a cause.
Sameen: The only thing I need is an excuse to put this bullet in between your eyes.
John: I got one. Your company strapped a bomb to my chest and used me to plant a virus, a virus you're going to tell me how to stop.
John: I don't think so. I'm rather invested in the outcome of that virus. Besides, my company adapted its code, but it didn't originate with Decima. We found it on a laptop, the very same laptop that you and Kara Stanton were sent to retrieve from Ordos, China. But if you shoot me, Mr. Reese, then you'll never learn the name of the man responsible for its creation.

- One of my people spotted the aryans hassling Warren earlier.
- So if we let nature run its course...
- Maybe the man in the suit will show us his combat skills.
- Are you crazy? You'll start a riot.
- I'd like all the guards out of the yard.
- Now, please.

[Repeated line]
Nathan: Everyone is relevant to someone.

John: Someone's giving these victims everything they need to get back at Kruger.
Harold: It's turnkey revenge.
Sameen: How many people in that class action?
John: Over 200. 23 in the tri-state area.
John: Finch, we can't stop that many.
Harold: It'd be fun trying.

- Secure the hallways.
- We're taking the prisoner out, now.
- Looks like I underestimated your popularity.
- Let's move.
- No point.
- The guy who's coming after me...
- Your men won't be able to stop him.

- I risked my life for this.
- I'm taking him in.
- Reese: You do, and the company will ruin your career.
- And that's if you're lucky.
- I'm taking him in.
- Always liked to push my luck too.

- Which one?
- Well, find out, then. Now.
- Something's wrong, Finch.
- Vargas got a call and he's not happy about it.
Vargas: Have to go ahead with the delivery now.
- Because iOS will kill us if we don't.

John: [Talking at the Machine] I'm not doing this anymore. I'm not going anywhere until you give me a way to find him.
Leon: Not this again.
John: I'm supposed to continue to save people like this idiot. I want something in return. Otherwise, I'm done.
Leon: Who you talking to? These guys're gonna kill us!
John: [unfazed] They probably are.
Leon: So what the hell is this?
John: A negotiation.
[Turns back to a street Cam]
John: I know you got your rules, but I'm guessing they don't account for everybody being dead. No one's answering your phone calls, no one saving anyone. No contingency.
Leon: What do you want? You want me to give up the bonds? Give all the money? It's done. We just have to move, now!
John: [Completely ignoring Leon] Do the math and figure out a way to bend your rules because he's my friend. He saved my life. Understand? I will not do this without him.
The: [the phone rings] Ayacucho, Golf, Papa, Deterministic, Hotel, Sierra. Camera, Sierra kilo.
John: Thank you.

- So yogorov blames hr for his missing shipment.
- Decides to sever ties.
- And targets 38 members of hr's rank.
- This situation is a powder keg, Mr. Reese.
- It's about to explode.
- So who lit the fuse?

- Why don't you wait in the car?
- Why don't you?
- Give me three and a half minutes.
- Please, there's at least 10 guys in there.
- Okay, four minutes.

Sameen: [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. I mean more than usual. Let me just shoot 'em now.
Root: We still don't know if they're the perpetrators yet, Shaw.
Sameen: You're joking. It's *Control*. She almost killed you, Root. And me. And Harold. Should I continue?
Root: We all make mistakes.

- The templarios! They're coming!
John: Get down.
- How many guys they got?
- More than we've got bullets. Take cover.
- Should have put in for that transfer.
- Sorry, partner.
- This is a hell of a way to go out.
- On me. One, two, three.

Mark: Hey, we got a lead on Reese. An asset in North Korea, a dissident group helped an injured CIA operative escape from a town near Ordos, China, May 2010.
Tyrell: Ordos? Must be our guy.
Mark: The asset pointed us to a bank account out of Grand Cayman. Same account was accessed two days ago at a bank across the street from the Royal Manhattan hotel. Meet me there.
[Cut to the Hotel, Mark and Evans, enter cautiously. Suddenly, Evans falls to the floor from a gunshot. A figure comes out from the shadows...]
Kara: Hello, Mark. Have a seat. We have some catching up to do.

- Her pregnancy would have started to show.
- Get me an address.
- I'll go and talk to her.
- No, you won't. She's dead.
- Name showed up on a crime scene report.
- Died in her apartment from a fire four days ago.
- Me ruled it as an accident.

Young: I'm making you a memory to help you remember stuff like turning off the stove, and if I keep working on it, I think I can make it so it can remember all the things that you can't.
Finch's: Now, we talked about this. I mean, what's wrong with me can't be fixed by you or by anybody else, okay?
Young: But what if I build a machine with lots of memory, one that could think?
Finch's: Well, even if you could, even if you could fill it with all my memories, it still wouldn't be me. You know, not everything that's broken was meant to be fixed.

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

Joss: Do you know what this is all about, John? And if you did, would you even tell me?
John: 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: Finch, how do you know so much about getting marijuana...
Harold: Mr. Reese, do you want me to call this in or not?

Andre: Well, that went poorly. Although I have heard in some cultures, spilling drinks on a woman is a mating ritual.

John: I didn't make a good first impression.
Harold: Only because I didn't realize that we were dealing with a one percenter who finds other one percenters tedious.

- Drop us off on the next floor, then shut this elevator down.
- Who are you talking to?
- It's a pleasure to meet you, Mira.
- Sure.
- Hey, excuse me, guys.
- Have you seen a little chihuahua?
- A little dog about this big.

- So who's ready to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?
- My brother wasn't a terrorist.
- We had evidence...
- You had nothing!
- Locked him up under some loophole until it destroyed him!

Abby: [Video] Hi, mom. Hi, dad. If you're watching this, you'll know I'm in trouble. I don't think you've really been mad at me since I was eight, that time I tied Josh to his skateboard and pushed him down the hill in front of our house to see how fast he would go. Since then, I've always tried to be good, keep the rules. Now I'm gonna break them in a big way. Why? Well, it's complicated and it's simple. I'm doing it because it's right, and I know Josh would agree with me. He was my little brother, but I always looked up to him, and I know that he would be proud of me, just like I hope you are when you know the truth. I love you, and I hope you never have to see this.

- Since when did the feds stop sharing ballistics reports?
- Since the NYPD lost two of our most-wanted rico targets.
- You don't like it, take it up with your boss.

- Are you grace?
- Excuse me?
- Yes, hi. Thank you.
- Chocolate covered's my favorite.
- He left you something else.
- Um, can you hold that? Thank you.

- Hope I'm not interrupting, miss Shaw, but
- I could use some help with a new number.
- New number?
- This particular number...
- Is involved in activities the implications of which are extraordinary.
- Perhaps global.
- Can you meet me?
- Sure.
- I'm clocking out anyway.

- 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.
- What are we doing here?
- We need a place to hide, to regroup.
- Hello. A room, please.
- The only room we have available is the honeymoon suite at $3000 per night.
- Reese: We'll take it.

Harold: Detective, leave your phone on when you talk to Congressman Hallen.
Detective: You can hear me all the time?
Harold: Yes... and I'm hearing rather too much of your lower intestines. Can you possibly move your phone from your belt to your jacket pocket?

- 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 that leaving...
- Would make it easier on everyone...
- And then learned otherwise.

- I hope that's not a problem.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- I don't look good?
- Because I think I look good.
- You look fine, Shaw.
- You just look... angry.
- All the time.
- We'll work on it in the car.

- What? Four years, we've never even seen the boss.
- Why are we meeting now?
- I don't know. This can't be good.
- Come on, meeting's in an hour.
- Hester's name is on the lease for that co-op.
- Odds are either your hester or mine is the boss. We need to stay close.
- F I n c h: Oh, dear. I think I just lost her.

John: [after John is released] Looking for someone?
Detective: No one in particular.
John: Fusco didn't want to celebrate my release?
Detective: Finch has him tied up with something.

- Reese: Finch, there's no one here.
- This place is empty.
- Finch: What do you mean empty?
- We may be the only ones in this room...
- But we're not alone.
- We're being watched.

- Sandra's earned her life as far as I'm concerned.
- And at this point, harming Aaron would be counter-productive.
- You, however, are another story entirely.
- I ll be seeing you.
- What did he say?
- Nothing of any consequence.

Harold: Once we become predictable, we become vulnerable.

- I know you do.
- But if you ever need a refresher course, you give me a call.
- Done.
- Here you go. Hi.
- Hi.
- Thank you. Welcome back.
Root: Our Latvian friends won't be needing these supplies anymore.

- That's not a toy, you know?
- You could kill somebody with that thing.
- All right. You got me.
- False alarm, Finch.
- It was just a prank.
- Oh, that's endearing.
- Unfortunately, the machine never issues a false alarm. The robbery will happen.
- And when it does, this crew's in big trouble.

- What does that mean?
- Who else was working there last night?
- Guard at the door, stock boy.
- Girl named Harper, hired a month ago...
- Where can I find her?
- I don't know. I tried calling, she didn't answer her phone.
- She's just a college kid.
- Her boyfriend Trey vouched for her.
- Okay. Where can I find this Trey?

Harold: I'm a really private person.

- I may have a problem.
- Gustavo lira isn't an assassin, Finch.
- He's a paparazzo.
- Gustavo: Give me that back!
Sofia: What are you doing?
- Your father said no pictures.
- Gustavo: Hey!
- Gustavo: You kidding me?

- A luxury co-op ordered a credit check six months ago. Might be worth a look.
- You're not telling me there's a third Jordan hester?
- I don't think so. One of our hesters rented a large apartment there.
- But the man at the front desk says he's never met him. Or her.
- My hester's still in the middle of his shift.
- I'll check it out.

- It was nothing personal. I had no choice.
- They were gonna kill me.
- Reese: I told you...
- You're not the only dirty cop in town.
- I called in a favor.
- It's time for a change of scenery.
- You're gonna be doing something else for me. And Lionel?
- Don't do this again.

- Shaw: Going up?
- I just gotta wait for my friend.
- Reese: Room for one more?

- Then our work here is done.
- Do tidy up, please.
- Cyrus is safe, Finch.
- But decima got away with the chip.
- That may not be our only loss.
- I still haven't heard from miss...
- What happened to you guys?
- You missed all the fun.

John: Joss? Where are you?
Joss: I can't tell you that. But I know exactly where you are. Thought you promised to keep your distance.
John: That was before I knew you were starting a war. We know about Quinn and what he did to Cal.
Joss: Then you know why he can't get away with it.
John: Take it from me. Revenge isn't the answer. Tell me where you are. Please just let me help you.
Joss: You once asked me to trust you to do what needed to be done. Now I'm asking the same of you.

John: Why don't you wait in the car?
Detective: Why don't *you* wait in the car?
John: Give me three and a half minutes.
Detective: Oh, please. There are at least ten guys in there.
John: Okay, four minutes.

Detective: You brought her with you? Every cop in that city is looking for that kid.
John: I'm teaching her to go undercover. She's a natural.

- And what threats might those be, specifically?
- A complex kernel-mode rootkit.
- Disables secure sub-systems through compromised applets.
- I'm sure I don't need to explain to you how dangerous that could be...
- If the update were not installed.
- You're welcome.

- Why are they worried about a teenager?
- Reese: [Don't know.
- But we need to figure it out. Fast.
- Oh, I think I may have a lead.
- Whitaker was sole investor in all his real-estate deals except one.
- He bought a couple parcels of land with a real-estate holding company, landale.
- Landale. Send me the address.
- I'm on my way.

- No, people without hope do.
- And you robbed him of that.
- You took the wrong information and you twisted it.
- You're supposed to lock up the criminals, not create them.
- And you took my brother's life, so what does that make you?

- Full decontamination.
- This could take all night.
- We haven't recovered the virus yet. Are you sure we shouldn't be tracking it down?
- I got new orders and a list of new numbers to take care of in South America.
- Nothing good comes out of asking questions.
- Remember?

- Oh, it was nothing important.
- We'll talk again when you get back.
- Thanks for the drink.
- Anything else?
- I'll just take the check, please.
- Okay.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Detective: You know about a case up in New Rochelle?
[Harold is silent]
Detective: I'll take that as a "yes". FBI linked your your partner's DNA to a crime scene.
Harold: Agent Donnelly, no doubt.
Detective: He wants me along for the ride.
Harold: Perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad thing
Detective: How do you mean?
Harold: Well, if there was any evidence that threatened our mutual friend, I'm confident that you would find it before Donnelly would.
Detective: Are you suggesting I obstruct a federal investigation?
Harold: ...Of course what you did with that evidence would be entirely your concern.

- I know you killed stills, son of a bitch.
- What'd you do with the body?
- Screw you.
- This ain't over, fusco.
- I know you're a dirty cop.
- You're wrong about that.
- I'll take my gun and shield back now.

- I know. John!
- Get off me!
- Worthy: Ms. Wells.
- I'm Mr. Worthy.
- How are you doing?
- Unh.

- Please, go back to your job...
- This is my job.
- After everything that's happened, you and John, you still can't show me the respect of telling me what the hell's going on.
- Lionel...
- I'm done.

Zambrano: It's business, kid. It's not a love affair.
- We work with him, we all get rich.
- We need to convey to them that Elias won't be interested in making a deal.
- I think it's time to update detective Carter.
- That could be difficult since she's not speaking to us.
- An apology might go a long way, Mr. Reese.

- Perhaps it would be best if we kept her at arm's length from Ms. Zhirova.
- Shaw: Fine with me, I hate kids.
- Ms. Shaw?
- What, Finch?
- You think I didn't bug your office?
- We've got trouble, Finch.
- Hey! Get her!

Logan: You don't wanna tell me who you are? That's okay. I already know.
[to Finch]
Logan: Tell me, how did you make a bug small enough to fit inside this? Your voice too. You hacked into my car's computer and you remotely accessed the accelerator and the brakes. So I guess that makes you the brains of the operation.
[to John]
Logan: No offense.
[Back to Finch]
Logan: And judging by your bespoke suit, you're also the bank. And there's you, John. You took out my security guard Zvi. He's a former Mossad agent and an expert in Krav Maga. So what is it, John? Former Special Ops? Ex-CIA? And you, just a very rich hacker?
Harold: As far as you're concerned, Mr. Pierce, we don't exist.
Logan: But that's what's most impressive. John, I've been looking into you. And I'm not talking about your bogus hedge fund cover. You and your partner here don't seem to have a digital footprint. So I have to ask myself, how is this possible in this information age? People with that kind of anonymity, that's real power. So you see, I know who you are. The only thing I don't know is why you do what you do.

John: Hello, fellas. Can I borrow some of your drugs?

- There's something embedded in the image on the poster.
- "You were right."
- Mr. Reese, I'm afraid you may have to handle Anna on your own at the moment.
- I think I know who created the puzzle.
- And if I'm correct, I need to hurry.
- Reese: Finch, Anna's leaving work.
- Let's see where she has to be at 9:00.

John: What I need is a bigger gun.

Harold: Grace, there's something you should know about me and about what I do.
Grace: Harold, there's nothing you can say that will make me run away. But you should tell me in your own time, when you don't have...
Harold: That look?
Grace: [laughs] Besides, our journey starts here, and any mystery around the corner we can discover together.

John: Where is your grandson's birth certificate? You stole a child from his father.
Bruce: Alex has a father.
Sameen: No. Alex has an aunt and an uncle who raised him as their own.
John: I'm going to ask you one more time, Mr. Wellington. Where is your grandson's birth certificate?
Bruce: My grandson will never know that piece of white trash is his father. Alex is an heir, not the help. Security will show you out.
[Moves towards the call pad, Reese knocks him out]
Sameen: If you weren't gonna do that, I was.

Sameen: Harold, the exchange went pear-shaped.
Harold: Yes, I heard. Can you follow Mr. Salazar?
Sameen: Not an option. He's long gone.
[Looks at rifle sadly]
Sameen: Never even got to take this baby out for a test drive.

- I think we might have to give up on the entire concept of trial by jury.
- The video's in.
- Finch: Everyone has enemies. The machine identifies malice and intent to harm.
- We need to determine which threat it saw, which one is real.
- Reese: Until we know, my best bet is to stay close to gates...
- In case somebody makes a move.

- It's time we went for that beer.
- I need to wrap things up here.
- Things here can wait.
- Does it have to be beer?

Harold: If I were to speculate as to the reason for your labored breathing, detective...?
Detective: I lost her!
Harold: ...that would be it.

- Agent: Internal revenue service.
- We need to talk to sulaiman Khan.
- What do we do?
- Buy me some time.
- I gotta get to this meeting.
- I gotta fix this.

Gianni Moretti Jr.: It's good to have you back, pop.
Gianni: It's good to be back. Let's go home, son.
[Phone rings]
Gianni: Hello?
Carl: Hi, dad.
Gianni: What, is this somehow supposed to intimidate me?
Carl: I just wanted to say good-bye. And that I wish I could have been there.
[Moretti's car explodes]

- Looks like the templarios hit the jackpot.
- They'll all be armed.
- Yeah, they'll be wearing SWAT vests like this jackass.
- Let's see how that works.

Carl: Relics like Massey, they never learn. There is so much more to be gain by staying out of the limelight in the background. Those are the people you have to watch for.

- Your case will be safer here than fort Knox, Mr. Wiley.
- Mr. Zappo, it's after hours.
- And I'm a property resource manager with a high-value client standing beside me.
- So, you'll stand aside.
- Well, you'll need to sign in.

- Hi, I'm John.
- Amy.
- Let's get you out of here, Amy.
- Officer, do me a favor. Tell your partner
- I'm sorry for busting his balls.
- Partner? What partner?
- I walk the park beat alone.

- Good luck.
- Luck. Merely a construct, Mr. Reese.
- Ah. Found the casino servers.
- Shouldn't take long.
- Reese: Let Leon have a little fun at least.

- But a lawyer like that, you gotta pay to play. Up front.
- So you bought these new clothes to impress an attorney?
- You know any prize lawyers gonna take on two foster kids from the 'hood?
- We get it.
- You want your family back.
- But stolen drug money is not gonna solve anyone's problems.

- 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 will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we I! Find you.

Alistair: [On the phone] Hello, Mr. Mystery guest.
John: Wesley, is it; Alistair Wesley?
Alistair: 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: That's a kind offer, but your sniper's toast. I'll call your bluff.
Alistair: You're assuming he was alone. All units check in.
Sniper: Red one. Check.
Sniper: Red two. Check.
Alistair: And so on and so forth. There's a pub at the corner of the park. I'll be seeing you.
[Hangs up]
Harold: Mr. Reese, what will you do?
John: Guess I'll go have that drink.

- He said his tumor was causing memories to flood out of him, including some that shouldn't.
- Could be someone's planning on shutting him up for good.
- His security detail is using a three-man wedge formation.
Finch's Father: Meaning what?
- Meaning they're secret service.
- Finch, who the hell is this guy?

John: What are we doing here, Finch? Do we have another number?
Harold: No, a date.
John: You got me a date?
Harold: Not you. Bear. He needs a friend.

- I wouldn't cross Harold.
- Elias.
- I'm not surprised you're alive, but I must say,
- I never thought you'd run with someone like him.
- Harold's a friend.
- One of the few I have left.
- Easton: A truce, then.

- Mr. Reese, what's happening?
- Morris just threatened Edwards.
- -Let's go. Morris: Seven years!
- Edwards is on the move, Finch.
- Something's wrong, Finch.
- The battery in Edwards' car's drained.
- It's wired to blow! Get down!
- All right, doc.
- Why does Morris want you dead?

- He's good at covering his tracks.
- He's left his phone at home, so there's no way for us to track him.
- We have to find him before it's too late.
- I haven't been able to find Edwards, but I've located Morris' cell phone signal.
- It's an older model that doesn't have GPS.
- Wait, this could be something.

- Step out of this car, and you die.
- But the light...
- That's not headlights.
- That's the moon.
- The moon.
- Carter: The storm passed.

- You ready to get out of here?
- Hey, Finch, how much you know about chemistry?
- Enough.

- To index, order and control the lives of ordinary people.
- The government considers these people irrelevant.
- We don't.
- But to it, you are all irrelevant.
- Victim or perpetrator, if you stand in its way, we 7! Find you.

- About this advanced persistent threat, see how he was doxxed.
- Can't you get root on this?
- Sorry.
- Miss groves and I are not on the best of terms.
- Better kiss and make up, Finch.
- We could use her on this one.

Detective: I was thinking. All of this was all too slick, too complicated. A stockbroker and a finance cop couldn't pull this off, no. There was someone else behind the scenes. Someone who hired a team of assassins who knew a bill would pass in state government weeks before it did, someone who could use three hundred million to finance a personal war
[Hands John a phone she recovered, he dials the last number]
Carl: Hello, John. It's been a long time.

- I expect they believe the n.Y.P.D. Confiscated it.
- But just to be safe, I've augmented these phones with a rolling encryption algorithm.
- You and sameen will be able to communicate without anyone else listening.
- Including samaritan.
- It's not just about the numbers, Harold.
- It's about survival.

- Now, you gonna tell me all these photos of you are fake, hmm?
- Show me where the other suicide vests are hidden, Yusuf. Point to the location.
- Do you know what they will do...
- If they find out that I helped you?
- They will kill my wife.
- They will kill my son.
- I would rather you just kill me now.

Owen: Whoa!
- Not the face!

Kyle: You know, the more I talked to you guys, the more you twisted my words around, so, you know, maybe today I'm not in the mood.
[Gets up to leave]
Detective: We think what happened to you may have happened to someone else. Sit down.
[He sits]
Detective: Look, I know you've got not reason to trust me, and I know exactly how you feel. Everyone's got you wrong. Everyone thinks you're something that you're not and you've got no way to change their mind. You help me catch this guy, and I'll see about getting you out of here.
Kyle: You believe me?
Detective: Until you give me a reason not to.

- Gabi is not here, Finch.
- She was supposed to meet Sofia an hour ago.
- Something's not right.
- I think I found our threat and they're not photographers.
- Finch [over com]: How can you tell?
- The gun was a pretty good hint.

Detective: I should have shot you and simplified my life!
John: Pressure getting to you Fusco?

- They won't know what hit them. Heh.
- Rolling in my lacky in a twisted cap tanqueray on ice in the back seat, p hi. I'd like to have...
- The first one on me. How you doing?
- Thanks, but, um, I'm looking for something a little more...
- Specific.

Harold: Where are you?
John: At the scene of a homicide, wondering how the machine can see one and miss another.
Harold: 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: Whose number came up?
Harold: Mutual friend of ours: Detective Carter.

- I'd say French foreign legion. You've made friends all over the world, Maria.
- Foreign legion?
- Why would they wanna kill me?
- I don't know.
- I don't speak French.
- Finch, what's our eta on captain america?
- Finch: Mr. Reese should be with you directly.
- Stay close to the wall. I'm guessing this guy might have some friends.

- Let me guess. One vanilla cone?
- Yes, please.
- Even in January, I always keep a few of these for when you come by.
- Am I that predictable?
- No, you just don't deny yourself small pleasures.
- You may be the first person that ever told me that.
- Nothing wrong with it.
- You only live once, right?

- Ten o'clock.
- We need to move Reese. Now.
- Voice: Stay.
- We stay. Follow my lead.
Root: Abbreviate audio prompts, please.
- Voice [over phone]: Confirmed.
- And the numbers aren't doing it for me.
- Let's try an ascending tone cue for right, descending for left.

- Go after Andre's bosses?
- The corrupt cops and the politicians that let them operate?
- You won't be able to stop until you destroy everyone you blame...
- For taking your brother's life.
- It won't bring him back.
- You'll just wind up in jail or dead.
- You think that's what your brother wanted for you?

- You ever crave a more conventional life, Finch?
- If by "conventional" you mean a life without the numbers...
- It has crossed my mind.
- It looks like Powell has a pretty normal one.
- Finch: If there's one thing our venture has proven, Mr. Reese...
- It's that people are rarely what they seem.

- Ms. Groves, I'm a bit occupied at the moment.
- Try "habur gate," Harold.
- "Habur gate"?
- What does that mean?
- I don't know.
- But you're welcome.
- Oh, and by the way...
- I'm borrowing your dog.

Sameen: [Holds up a drug bag] You know where they make this stuff?
Peter: I just handle distribution.
Sameen: Ever try it?
Peter: Hell no. My body's a temple.
Sameen: Have you left the country in the last six months?
Peter: No.
Sameen: Ever had unprotected sex?
Peter: Why? You offering?
[Shaw just gives him a look]
Peter: No.
Sameen: Ever had hepatitis, malaria, Chagas disease, or babesiosis?
Peter: What the hell is this about?
Sameen: I need blood. So I'm taking yours.

- We'll see. My boys will look for you.
- I see you made friends, as usual.
- Reese: Found our missing kid.
- I gotta get him out of here.
- He's your murder suspect.
- Carter: Get down on the ground.
- Put your hands behind your head now.
- Where you going?
- Gotta get him somewhere safe.
- Sorry.

Harold: Something you'd like to say to me, Mr. Reese?
John: Just if you ever want...
Harold: No, I don't need to talk about it.
John: I was gonna say if you ever wanna grab a beer, let me know.

- You really shouldn't stand so close to the windows.
- Who are you people?
- We're the ones keeping you and your husband safe.
- What about his security detail?
- Shouldn't the secret service know we're here?
- Right now, the only people I trust are in this room.

- Control just went in for the full-court press on total world domination.
- Can I kill her now?
- Not yet.
- Listen, whatever you're selling,
- I'm not interested.
- Oh, he's not selling anything.
- We just have a few questions for you.

- We'll have more of a chance if we split up.
- Reporter: We 're reporting from downtown where today's spike in crime has our city...
- Time for me to get off the bench.
- Violent crime hasn't picked up this high in nearly a decade.
- I'll be back, buddy.
- I just need to help them before the whole city burns down.

- What did he say?
- He said he wanted something for the pain.
- Action here was clean...
- Fast.
- Bmr recon team, maybe, or hired guns.

Officer: [Into a walkie] All right, we're about to get the tapes and the man in the suit. Showtime, people. Prepare to fire on my order. Acknowledge.
[Silence]
Officer: Acknowledge, one.
[Silence]
Officer: Acknowledge, two.
[More silence]
Officer: Where is everybody?
John: [Behind him] Officer, I'd like to report a kidnapping.

- Esu leader: Going in. Everybody set?
- Esu officer: Yes, sir.
- Esu leader: Do it.
- Esu officer: Move, move, move! N.Y.P.D.
- That doesn't sound good.
- Esu officer: You! Face down!
- Carter: You hear something around back?

- Oh, I have. Carefully.
- I helped bring you into this world.
- Now I'm going to help Usher you out.

Harper: 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: So what makes you say that?
Harper: You military folk have all the same tells - posture, the hair - it's like they make you in a factory.
Lionel: [amused] Not bad.

John: [about Carter getting the mob bosses to a safe house] How'd she convince them to go with her?
Harold: She didn't. She kidnapped them. It seems you've had something of an influence on her.
John: Thanks, Finch.
Harold: I'm not certain I meant that as a compliment.

- Okay, that was kinda hot.
- I'll watch the front.
- You should head up.
- We're running out of time.

- Ma'am, research made contact two minutes ago. A number.
- Woman: Get a team ready.

- I love it when you do this.
- Not you. Go inside, now.
- Dr. Schmitz?
- Dr. Schmitz, got a package for you.
- ID and signature, please.

John: Seems his game of choice is baccarat.
Harold: 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: I was an international spy, Finch. I know how to play baccarat.

- Pierce changes phones twice a day to avoid corporate espionage.
- Looks like he's attending a charity auction tonight.
- Promised the press a sound bite.
- And your plan is?
- Classic black.
- Satin-notched lapel. Bespoke, of course.
- And I assume you know how to tie one of these?

- Mrs. Powell? Did you leave your kids with your neighbor?
- Yes, is something wrong?
- No, uh, they're just calling to check in.
- Follow me.

- Feel that?
- That's your rib cracking.
- I jam it two inches further,
- I'm gonna puncture your lung.
- Where is it?
- I don't know what you're talking about, man.
- Get him and his buddy to a room.
- We'll sort them out.

- This is all just a dream.
- But I just really had to get that out of my system.
- Quit with all the drama.
- Any second now, greer will reboot and you will be just fine.
- But until then, why not a little joyride?

Zachary: Hold your positions.
- Agent 1: Smoke grenade!
- Agent 2: I can't see him.
- Voices [oer phone]: One o'clock. Eleven o'clock.
- Reese: Whatever you're gonna do in there,
- Finch, do it now.
- Here we go.

- You don't know whether to thank the guy or arrest him.
- No, that'd be easy.
- I'd arrest him.
- Whatever happens, you need anything, I got your back.
- Okay.
- Reese [over phone]: Finch,
- I'm at Claire's apartment. Something's up.

- Now, that's a leader deserving of our vote.
- Okay, who's strapped?
- Ma'am?
- I thought my protection detail would be all the fire power
- I needed today.
- Okay. Well, then you're behind me.
- You, too, Rivera.
- Flank right, general. Let's roll.

Leon: 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: Same old story.

- This was a better idea.
- Carter said detective terney was involved in the joint operation, so it seemed reasonable to assume that his GPS signal might lead us to the lab.
- Just tell me which way to go.
- Right. I hope.

Azarello: Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. My favorite arresting officer. Looking good, Detective.
Joss: Skip it, Azarello. Look, you've been in jail for over a year. Why all of a sudden you talking to IAB about Fusco?
Azarello: Maybe we got a code, Detective. Maybe Fusco violated it. Maybe the question should be why you're just now bringing up your partner's past? It's pretty colorful. I thought Fusco had some dirty pictures of you or something.
Joss: [Ignores this] Two dead cops. Two missing. Is this HR's idea of a comeback?
Azarello: Secrets are hard to bury. And sometimes bodies have a way of showing up.
Joss: Tell you what. You help me out, I'll talk to the DA. Maybe he shaves some time off for good behavior, huh?
Azarello: You got a nice smile, you know that? But you're a little late to the deal-making party, Detective. If you'll excuse me, I got a date with a sock.

- Hold off on that.
- I may have another idea.
- We don't have enough proof to call the cops.
- That doesn't mean we can't set up a trap of our own.
- What are you suggesting?
- Until we can figure out if he's a killer or not,
- I say we stack the deck.

Detective: Even for you, stabbing a senior would be a new low.
Sameen: You don't know that.

Nicole: Nabokov faced some unique challenges writing so honestly about forbidden love...
Sameen: Speaking of forbidden love, did you frame Vanessa for Jeremy's murder because you were sleeping with him? Sorry. Not Jeremy. "Hot Stuff".
Nicole: [Flounders] I didn't - I...
Sameen: Up to me, I shoot your sorry ass. Unfortunately it's not so I have to protect you because your best friend might be on her way here to kill you. Now, what's this book about?

Root: She knows. The Machine must know where Shaw is and if she's alive. But she won't tell me.
Harold: Ms. Groves, our only lead brought us to the brink of disaster. You and John came perilously close to being discovered. I care about her deeply. But if only for our own sake, we have to let her go.
Root: You gave up on her days ago. You really think she's dead.
Harold: I want to hold out hope. But hope is painful. We may never find her.
Root: I need an answer if Sameen is alive or if she's dead. Please, help us. Please.
[sighs]
Root: [phone ringing]
[indistinct automated voices on the phone]
Root: Harold, what's she saying?
The: Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa. Sierra. Tango. Oscar. Papa.
Harold: Stop.
The: Sierra. Tango. Oscar...
Harold: The Machine is asking us to stop looking for her. Perhaps the Machine does know. Perhaps it has a plan. But for our own survival, our sanity, I believe we must reconcile ourselves with never knowing the truth. Otherwise, our pursuit of it will consume us entirely.
Root: Good-bye, Harold.

Harold: Mr. Reese, you didn't happen to purchase a new collar for Bear, did you? Or this gigantic cow femur that he's eating?
John: I've been a little busy, Finch.
Harold: Seems Bear has a stalker of his own.

John: Ms. Morgan, stay out of trouble.
Zoe: Not gonna happen. You have my number.

John: Finch. What's happening?
Harold: I've explained to Shayn that we're trying to help him.
John: Did he believe you?
Harold: No, especially when I told him that you have Abby. Things are a little tense.
[See Shayn has a gun on Finch]
John: Let me talk to him.
[Finch passes the phone]
Shayn: Who is this?
John: You know, Abby keeps asking me the same thing. It's really not important.
Shayn: If you hurt her, you will be sorry.
John: The same goes for you and my friend. We should meet.

- Unfortunately, doctor, the sec investigation will die with you.
- Oh. Heh.
- Yeah. I think you mean "us."
- Your nose is bleeding.
- You have 9 billion dollars, but you only 24 hours to spend it.
- I hope you invested wisely.

Jessica: [over phone] It's me, Jessica. I mean...
- I don't even know if you still check this number. Um, [need to talk.

- You can't die yet.
- We've got one more mission to finish.
- Boyd: This is crazy.
- You can't leave me standing here.
- You're right.
- Unh.

- This truly is for your own good, Ms. Groves.
- I mean that when I say it.
- This synchronistic relationship that you've developed with the machine, it can't be...
- I worry about you.
- You've misunderstood the situation.

- Who are you?
- And where is my son?
- Koska: No cops. No feds.
- Tell anyone and he's dead. Keep quiet and you'll hear from us tonight.
- Wait.
- Look, we can handle this ourselves.
- Just tell me what you want.

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

Peter: 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: 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.

- What? How is that possible?
- I've been waiting here for 45 minutes.
- The doctor hasn't even shown up yet.
- Oh, we've had your medical information for months from your prison physical.
- The visit to the infirmary for appendicitis?
- Then why am I here?
- The drawer in front of you. Open it.

John: You know, Lionel, next time you have a date, don't be so melodramatic. I thought you might be up to something.
Detective: Yeah, it's called a personal life. After taking a bullet in the ass and saving yours more than once, you think I've earned just a little privacy?
John: No.

Harold: Hello, Ms. Shaw. You can call me Harold.
Sameen: You're the man in charge?
Harold: No. No one's in charge. My friend and I help people in trouble.
Sameen: Or maybe you work for Wilson and this is all some kinda game.
Harold: Honestly, I was never terribly good at games. You work - or at least you used to work - for a secret government program that prevents terrible things - terrorist acts and crimes relevant to nation security. The information that you received came from a group of people that you call Research. And it's notable for two reasons. One, it's never wrong. And two, it consists only of a number. This is
[Hands a sheet of paper]
Harold: Your number. And Mr. Cole's. We were unable to save him, and for that, I'm sorry. We didn't understand the exact nature of your situation at first.
Sameen: So if you're not part of the program then who are you?
Harold: Let's just say that ultimately, you and I work for the same entity.

Fermin: Sorry, I'm not in service.
John: Here's the thing. You're gonna want to give me a lift anyway.
Fermin: Listen, I'm having a pretty lousy day, okay? You mind, uh, just getting out?
John: I'm afraid it's gonna get a whole lot worse, Fermin.
Fermin: I don't want any trouble.
John: Unfortunately, you and I don't have much to say on that matter.

- via this central computer, which will function as a forum for their virtual engagement.
- Or a Roman colosseum for an unlimited series of virtual battles.
- If samaritan has a fatal flaw, we'll know it soon enough.
- This is what you wanted, Harold.
- Let the games begin.

John: Samaritan is not for sale, Senator. Decima will retain ownership. We will provide you the critical information.
Senator: 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: 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: Why would we agree to that? If we don't own the system, what exactly do we get?
John: Plausible deniability. Samaritan is privately owned by a third party, one that can shoulder the blame for your next civil liberties scandal.
Senator: And if I say no?
John: Those 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?

Detective: [after Reese breaks into her house] Sure, John, come on over. Make yourself at home.

- We can't risk losing another number.
- Detective fusco has offered to accompany me.
- This trip to Westchester, is this some kind of punishment?
- Got the car all packed.
- Ac/dc or the Dixie chicks?
- I believe I'm the one being punished.

- He could be here any minute.
- What the hell?
- I should have known it was you when
- I received a call from the guards.
- And what are you doing here?
- Excusez-moi, monsieur lapointe.
- I didn't know you spoke French.
- That's the first thing they teach you in the foreign legion.

Officer: Call me when there's money and bodies.

Sameen: Finch, there's no sign of danger in here, not counting the shrimp puffs.

- What do you want?
- You want me to give up the bonds?
- Give all the money away? It's done.
- We just have to move now.
- Do the math, and figure out a way to bend your rules.
- Because he's my friend.
- He saved my life. Understand?
- And I won't do this without him.

- Elias can be quite persuasive.
- The voice meant to empty out the precinct so the templarios can get to something or someone inside.
- Stay close. Whatever the templarios have planned, it's begun.
Root: Found our samaritan op.
- Looks like he wants to play hide-and-seek in the park.

- Man: There's a report of smoke on the fourth floor. Call 911.
- Man 2: Fire department's already here.
- We need to evacuate the building.
- Stop playing with the horn, Lionel.
- Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to drive one of these things.
- Here, you're gonna need this.

Root: If the Machine figured out Decima was trying to hijack it, it must have created Thornhill as a defense mechanism. But why?
Harold: It's just a machine, Ms. Groves; and it's malfunctioning.
Root: It's a life, not a machine, Harold.

Detective: You know Elias is looking for you.
Gianni: I don't see him.
Detective: Not yet. But I could put you somewhere safe, try to keep you alive.
Gianni: 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: [At a crime scene] First body?
Officer: Yeah.
Officer: You okay?
Officer: Yeah, fine.
[Vomits]
Officer: Rookies.

- Time for us to have a chat.
- Show me the hitwoman.
- Who is she?
- Did samaritan hire her to kill John or did you?
- This has to stop.

- Custom-made.
- Some kind of carbon fiber kevlar weave.
- What's inside it?
- She hasn't told me yet.
- Well, get some rest.
- I need you ready for battle.

- Okay, for this phone it's one of five combinations.
- That's good.
- Problem is we only get three attempts before the phone permanently locks us out.
- That's not.
- I take it that one didn't do it?
- Sorry.

John: We just saved a man whose only goal in life is revenge. He spent years studying his enemies through their own children.
Harold: John, we had limited information. We knew when we began this that we might make mistakes. But we have to go now, more people to help, more numbers.
John: And how many of those numbers will come up because we saved one man's life?

- That's what you call it when a guy like Jules gets his.
- It's the way the world evens things out.
- Guy got what he deserved, and you want to know how I've been sleeping?
- Like a baby.
- But thanks for letting me unburden myself.

Walter: Am I going to die?
Lionel: You got shot in the arm, not the head.

Diane: Doctor? Why do you have a gun? What happened to his guards?
Sameen: We have to go.
Diane: Why?
Sameen: Because there are people coming after your husband.
Diane: What kind of people?
Sameen: The kind you need a gun for.

- That's impossible.
- How did you escape from the briefcase?
- You went through the power cable to get to the workstation.
- No, no, no, you can't decompress now, there's not enough room.
- It's too much, there's not enough memory.
- It can't handle it.
- No, stop. Stop!

Root: But, you must see I'm on your side.
Harold: 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: 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: What is it that you want, Mr. Greer?
John: I want to talk about the future. And who more qualified for that conversation than the father of artificial intelligence?
Harold: An unintended side effect of an altruistic goal.
John: Altruism? Funny. I'd always imagined it was about the power of creation. I've felt it myself.
Harold: Your endeavor to bring Samaritan online is a grave error in judgment.
John: 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: The world needs structure, Mr. Finch and Samaritan will provide that.
Harold: 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: To keep an eye on you. As the father of AI, you're the only man in the world who can destroy it.
Harold: Where does that leave us then?
John: Right here. Until the moment Samaritan opens its eyes. And then the world will no longer need you.

- With you gone, someone's gotta step up and handle the business, lest we lose everything we created.
- Go back to the shadows, Bruce.
- Embrace them fully. We all must.
- I won't give up that easily.
- You know me better than that.
- You take care of yourself.

- Hey! Hey, stop that ambulance!
- I'll take it from here.
- Aah!
Officer: Heads up!

- So I'm taking mine.
- That's not gonna happen.
- The thing about striking out on your own, Tommy...
- Is that's usually how you end up.
- I think you got that just about right.
- Hi, Tommy.
- Hi, babes.
- Help me get rid of this mope, will you?

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

Detective: [Arriving at a crime scene] What've we got?
Detective: Eh, African American male, seventeen years old, D.O.A.
[Gestures to a guy in handcuffs being lead away by an officer]
Detective: Thanks to this genius over here. They got into an argument over a girl. This is open-and-closed, the kid already confessed.
Detective: Did he say why he did it?
Detective: He said, and I quote, "What was I supposed to do?" And then, he said it was our fault.
Detective: Yeah, how does that follow?
Detective: Said we weren't here to stop him.

- Boy: No way.
- Wait, stay back.
- Vaughn: Sucks about the car, Lloyd.
- Nice running into you today, though.
- Why don't we grab a drink?
- The wallbanger in the city.
- Noon tomorrow.
- We've got some catching up to do.
- Finch, looks like wyler's past has come back to haunt him.

- Lay low. Why stop here?
- My accountant has his office here and I need to pick something up.
- Something valuable.
- Well, it better be.
- It's the brotherhood. They found us.
- Take the rear exit. Go now.

The: [As root] Harry?
- Are you there?
- Are you still with me?

- Seems we're not the only ones concerned with the congressman's safety.
- So who are you supposed to be protecting McCourt from?
- I wasn't given that information.
- But in the week we've been watching him, the only ones who have taken a shot at him are you.

- Reese [over phone]: Scorched earth policy.
- Cover their tracks as soon as they get what they want.
- We need to warn him.
- Reese: I've tried, he won'tlisten.
- But we have to do something.
- Reese: We are.
- Hello, Angela.

- The water flowing so fast, an unwary man could drown.
- So spring time is here, is that it?
- I have never interfered in your business,
- Dominic, I have only conducted my own.
- You'd do well to stay clear.
- A man is not a river...
- And you are not a king.

- Finch. Get out on your...
- "Balcony...
- I'iow.

- You said two of their grown kids.
- Is there another?
- Chase Patterson, 18, only son.
- Got kicked out of boarding school last year...
- Because they found drug paraphernalia in his dorm.
- He's the one who found them.

- I thought maybe,
- I could hitch a ride back with you.
- I'm not quite ready to fly commercial yet, so...
- But I need to get back to work.
- Certainly, Mr. Reese.
- I know the pilot.
- I think we could delay that flight.

- Said that she heard loud male voices before Abel went all flying squirrel.
- And nobody followed it up?
- The woman admitted she was drunk and the cops didn't believe her.
- It's still possible Abel mindler didn't die voluntarily.
- Well, whatever happened,
- Walter definitely knows something.
- That sim card he put in the burner phone belongs to Abel.

- He heads to the gym most nights.
- I got Doyle upstairs.
- Place is a dump. There's no doorman, no cameras, nobody.
- We'll take him in the lobby.
- Soon as it's done, we take the shooter out.
- Give him a block, take him out.
- Head shots this time, understand?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Get our friend out of the trunk.
Azarello: Who is this guy?
- Stills: Some ex-con Wheeler put away.

- Most fun I've had in a while. Good game.
- You too.
- Love to celebrate, but you're on a roll...
- It's a priority homicide.
- Came in from the commissioner's office.
- Illegal street vendor recanted his statement.
- Vendor's scared. Be scarier than the guy who made him clam up.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Now. Well, tomorrow.
- I need to do a few things.
- Pick you up in the am?
- I'll pack fast.
- Finch, our con man's blowing the country fast.
- Something's up.

- I'm sorry, you can't be in here.
- Neither can they.
- Give us the ketamine, the doctor lives.
- You shouldn't have done that.

John: Rollins was in a hurry to get out of the city. And we're not the only ones looking for him.
Harold: Heading out in a storm like this? Rollins is running from something.
John: I'll find out what's on Owen Island.
Harold: Mr. Reese, is that a good idea?
John: Storm or no, Finch, if Rollins is our one lead, I'm headed to the beach.

- Moron.
- You just wouldn't listen, would you?
- Welcome to the operation center,
- Mr. Finch.

Novak: Stop, I have the baby! I said stop!
John: Put the bag down.
Novak: No, you'll just shoot me.
John: You're right.
[shoots him]

Sameen: We need to get to Finch.
John: I got a feeling Finch isn't here anymore. Samaritan didn't want him dead, at least not if they could capture him.
Sameen: Then why did his number come up?
John: I think it was warning us about what he might do to them.

Harold: The consulate conducted a background check on your credentials that was, strenuous.
John: Let me guess. You had to buy another security company?
Harold: And a credit bureau.

- Back up.
- Mick, you don't know what you're doing.
- I'm afraid you got that the other way around.
- Get him in. Bring them both. Go.
- Let's go. Move.

Harold: Bit of a late start Mr Reese. Did you forget to set your alarm?
John: Had my yoga class.
Harold: Well, I hope you've gotten in touch with your chi...

John: Why did you contact me, Carter?
Detective: Got a lot of questions.
John: Well, you managed to lose your tail. That's quite a feat. Those CIA boys spend a lot of time learning how to be invisible.
Detective: You think Snow is my only problem?
John: Is there another agency following you that I'm not aware of?
Detective: You've got an entire NYPD task force looking for you. Had to run two lights getting here just to make sure my own people weren't trailing me. I'm a cop, which means I've got rules. Rules that can't be broken. But, um I want to know more.
John: Once you go down that road there's no looking back.
Detective: How are you getting your information?
John: All I can tell you is we hear about people in danger. Or people who are causing it.
Detective: Why me?
John: Because your moral compass is pointed in the right direction. Because I'm tired of you chasing me.

- We know you're watching.
- You're always watching.
- I have a message for the machine and its agents.
- Samaritan says hello.

Richard: I can't keep doing this, Mary. I could lose my job.
Jordan: Okay, you give me what I want, or you're gonna lose a lot more than your job. Now, who do I get to be next?
Richard: You said a woman this time?
Jordan: Well, men tend to hold a grudge.
John: [Sneaks up to them; throws a file on the table] Try this one instead. Your name's not Mary, either. It's Tara.
[to Eckhart]
John: You can run along.
[He leaves, Reese continues talking to the fake Jordan]
John: Nice mugshot. Impressive rap sheet, too. Arrests for shoplifting, forging checks, insurance fraud. Torched your own name by the time you were twenty-three.
Jordan: What now? You gonna kill me?
Jordan: For a while, I thought I might have it in me. But then, I was just playing you, wasn't I?
[Him and Reese start to leave]
Jordan: For the record, you make a terrible Jordan Hester.

- Woman [on pa]: Ladies and gentlemen.
- The next elevator to the top of the rock observation deck...
- Will be leaving momentarily.

Lionel: [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: When's the last time you saw a New Yorker from The Village take tourist photos at the UN?
Lionel: Mm. That's a good point. If you're so smart, what do you need me for?
[There's a knock on window]
NYPD: You can't park here! Security precaution.
Lionel: [Flashes his badge] Yeah, I got one of those.
Sameen: Way to make yourself useful, Lionel.
Lionel: 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: Oh, I should've just stolen a badge.

- Lennox is already asking questions.
- I can't risk breaking cover.
- Wanna play kindergarten cop, suit yourself.
- Lennox: Gotta call for backup.
- Reese: Call on the way.
- That soldier I arrested, forgot to mention his name was link.
- You're the only other person the brotherhood wants to gun down more than these kids?
- We should get off the streets right now.

- Ms. Morgan.
- Stay out of trouble.
- Not gonna happen.
- You got my number.

- Let me help you.
- Yeah, when people need help, they think, "call the IRS."
- This guy's got the check.
- Mr. Mitchell, please...
- Here you go, hon.
- Thank you.
Lou: Hey, you like seafood?
- Go fish.
- Oh, dear.

Joss: Tell me you didn't use the front door.
John: I never do.

Sameen: And how are you doing today, Mr. Claypool?
Arthur: I suspect more honeybee than dragonfly.
Sameen: Excuse me?
Arthur: Lifespans. Dragonfly is four months. Honeybee is four weeks.
Sameen: Well, so long as you don't go mayfly on me, we won't have a problem.

Sameen: Control just went in for the full-court press on total world domination. Can I kill her now?
Root: Not yet.

- I left you with your heart still beating.
- I think we're getting off topic.
- You're right.
- We need to work together to save Finch.
- We save our friend, then we help you rescue control.
- Reese.
- It's the right move.
- Your turn, Shaw.
- Not on your life, George.

- She has my mother's eyes.
- Don't do anything stupid, ulrich.

- Your guess is as good as mine.
- I'll speak with Mr. Casey after he's calmed down a bit.
- Perhaps we'd all be best served by your going outside and securing the perimeter to be certain that you weren't followed.
- You got it, boss.

- then maybe you never really die at all.
The: [As root]
- I know I've made some mistakes.
- Many mistakes.
- But we helped some people. Didn't we?
- Yes.
- Yes, we did.

- And who may have information which endangers our entire project.
- That seems to be the situation, sir.
- First, she'll be looking to regroup.
- Transportation, weapons, place to hide.
- But we may have an edge.
Special: What's that?
Wilson: I'm pretty sure I clipped her.

- But if the agency taught me one thing...
- It's that the most effective spy is the one you'd never suspect.
- A true believer.
- Mr. Reese?
- Mr. Reese, are you there?
- Gotta call you back, Finch.
- Hello, Shaw.

Detective: So... you're off the hook. The boss' locked up. Are we done here?
Officer: [laughs] Once you're in you're never out.
Detective: You want anything else from me never mention my kid again.
Officer: I'm not a threat for your son, Lionel. You are.

- You still got your vigilante looking.
- That's not bad news.
- You can't send a killer to catch a killer.
- Your guy still gets results.
- They'll take side streets to the airport.
- Standard procedure.
- Tell fusco to send the GPS tracker number for the consulate car.
- Finch: I found their position, Mr. Reese.
- But how do you intend to stop them?

- 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 7! Find you.

Harold: 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: You've never trusted anyone. Not me, not the machine. Have you even told your fiancee your real name yet?
Harold: ...I'm waiting for the right moment. Nathan, please, tell me what I can do to stop you.
Nathan: Give me back the irrelevant list. You could even help me.
Harold: What, you and me sitting here, trying to rescue them one at a time?
Nathan: Someone's number's on that thing right now. It's gonna be erased at midnight. Maybe - maybe we can help them.
Harold: I'm not trying to help them. I'm trying to help you.

- Thanks for the tip, Finch.
- Mr. Reese, is everything all right?
- I'll survive.
- What about Annie and Riley?
- I'm not sure.

D3mn8: Let's see the money.
Harold: 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: No, I'm not.
D3mn8: You tried to buy the laptop earlier. But I didn't like the way your partner looked.
Harold: So you arranged to make a deal with the Estonians, thinking they would pay more. You'd be wrong.
[Opens briefcase full of money]
Harold: One hundred thousand. Small bills. Double your asking price.
D3mn8: What's the catch?
Harold: 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: Let me worry about that.

- Thanks for hearing me out, joss.
- All right.

- I think we were right about Dominic's intentions.
- The brotherhood is tracking Elias too.
- Can't say I'm surprised.
- Stay close to him, Mr. Reese.

- I wanted to thank you...
- For finding my friend Hanna.
- Giving her a proper burial.
- I won't forget it.
- Come near us again, and you will be sorry.
- Tell Harold I'll be in touch when I'm ready.

- I shudder to think what will happen if the gangs find them before we do.
- So let's beat the perps to the punch.
- Stop them first.
- Finch: What exactly do you have in mind?
- Got a little job for Shaw.
- Requires some medical experience.
- And I think it's time you caught up with an old friend.

- Why didn't the machine give us his real identity?
- Why play games?
- I assume he was smart and digitally erased his original persona.
- I did.
- Well, we need to find a way to hunt him.
- We might be able to, Mr. Reese.
- Are you familiar with storm chasing?

- It was wrong.
- We knew it was wrong.
- We should have called 911 and walked away.
- Where's the money?
- It's under mom's bed in there.
- The nurses think it's her knitting.
- Half a million dollars worth of knitting.

John: Men have gazed at the stars for millennia, and wondered whether there was a deity up there silently directing their fates. Today, for the first time, they'll be right. And the world will be an undeniably better place.

- But, you know, me kind of sucks.
- So I invented detective forge.
- All because the man in the suit went away.
- But I was wrong, wasn't I?
- He wasn't really gone at all.
- Goodbye, Walter.

- Out of my system.
- I wanted to catch him, not kill him.
- What do you want now?
- Carter: Still working that out.
- If I'm gonna keep lying to government agents...
- To protect you two,
- I'm gonna need a damn good reason.
- I want answers.
- I need to know what you do.
- Turn around, detective.

- I got tulley's file.
- Good job. Tulley's safe for now.
- You have 23 seconds left.
- Detective fusco, right?
- My department investigated you and your buddies.
- This isn't what it looks like.
- Explain shredding a confidential file.
- You're under arrest.

- Nice, isn't it?
- And I'm afraid it has to be our last.
- I like you, John.
- Quite a bit, actually.
- But I'm married to my work.
- And, honestly, I still think you're a little hung up on Zoe Morgan.

Sameen: So I, uh, disobeyed some - Pretty much all of your orders. Am I fired?
Harold: On the contrary, Ms. Shaw. I think you finally got the job. Now about that bug in my library...
Sameen: Haven't found it yet, have you?

- Fine. How about a car we can use?
- Voices [over phone]: Nine o'clock.
- Man: Tell us your story again, detective.
- It's not my story. It's what happened.
- Suspect emerged, he had a weapon,
- I fired on him with lethal force.
- I don't know what happened to the suspect's weapon.
- Man: You're not helping yourself, detective. We start again in 20 minutes.

- Harold?
- Harold?
- Oh, please. I think my fiance was on the ferry.
- Do you know where...?
- Man: I'm sorry.
- This is everybody we pulled out of the water.
- If you don't see him, personal effects will be recovered over there.

- And there's an article he printed out about a woman who died last week.
- Says it was a car accident.
- Car accident's a good way to cover up a homicide.
- Exactly what I was thinking.
- This guy may have graduated from stalker to killer after all.

Harold: Mr. Reese, this may not be over.
John: You're paranoid, Finch.
Harold: Be that as it may. I don't think we've the right guy.
John: Walker was on HR's payroll. He'd have motive to have Zambrano dead
Harold: 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: If Walker isn't the head of HR, who is?

Root: Ready to roll?
Root: [after Fusco kissed Root abruptly] Why did you just do that?
Lionel: Why not? We're in a simulation.

John: You know what, Malcolm? I think you'd make a good lawyer.
Malcolm: I was thinking about being a cop.
John: Is that right?
Malcolm: Like you. But I'd shoot less people.

- Okay, but...
- No talking.
- Listening. Make eye contact.
- Be polite. Don't be a doormat.
- Smile, but not too much.
- You don't want to look like a crazy person.
- But most of all...
- Have fun, Lionel.
- All right.

- No, that was February 25th.
- Your note is dated one day earlier.
- One day earlier.
- Cafeteria lunch was terrible.
- Harold. I did it.
- I solved it before they shut me down.
- Harold, samaritan is alive.

- What in the world could be on that laptop?
Fermin: Who are you talking to?
- Business partner. Estonians don't care if he doesn't have the laptop.
- They'll kill him because he knew.
- Because of a laptop?
- What's on it. Getting it back may be the only leverage we have to keep you alive.
- Let's start with the friend you sold it to.

- Hey, pal.
- Checking out my girl?
- You know what,
- I didn't realize she was anyone's girl.
- Yeah, right.
- N.y.p.d. You're cut off for the rest of the night. You understand me?
- Who the hell are you?

- That occurred to me as well.
- As did the possibility that the threat may be from his own security detail.
- To protect the government's secrets.
- You need to get close to him.
- Easier said than done.

Peter: Senator, you've denied any knowledge of Northern Lights, yet your name appears in these documents some 37 times.
Senator: Maybe you shouldn't believe everything you read on the Internet.

- On the night we met...
- Transit picked you up on the j train at canal.
- So maybe you were...
- Going to pay a traffic ticket at 3 am.
- Maybe you were going to take a walk on the Brooklyn bridge.
- Is that the path you were talking about?

- Thank you.
- Man [over phone]: 911. State your emergency.
- Reese: I'm Dominic galuska and I may be a danger to myself and others.

- I don't suppose the children ditched school to go shopping.
- Funny you should mention that.
- They're buying new clothes.
- It would appear that the children have stolen the drug money.
- Think you can intercept them before someone else does?
- Pm do my best.

- Is this some kind of sickjoke?
- Newsflash, chief.
- Old man went postal on her whole family.
- She's dead.
- Or maybe not.
- Maybe you've seen her around.
Deacon: That girl is gone. Give me back my phone.

- I don't care what happens to me.
- What did the machine tell you?
- She says it's too dangerous.
- I'm inclined to agree, miss groves.
- This isn't just a rescue mission to save Shaw.
- The machine needs our help too.
- If we don't save them, who will?

- sent a petition to president Truman begging him not to use the bomb but they had created a demon too great to resist.
- No, Harold, this is knowledge.
- It's what we fought for.
- It'll just all be lost.
- No, your knowledge will not be lost.
- Nathan and I used your ideas.
- We built it.

- Before anyone in his firm discovers he's a mole.
- Understood.
- Take a colleague.
- Luski's a dangerous man.
- And, greer...
- This operation doesn't exist.
- They never do, sir.

- What about moretti?
- Elias had a "getting out of jail" party planned.
- What happened with the other number, Finch?
- Cat got your tongue?
- I'm afraid I may have done something rather rash.
- What do you mean by rash?

- Say hi to Hector for me.
- Reese: All right, Edwards is headed for the gym.
- Find anything in his apartment?
- Edwards' wife's belongings are everywhere.
- Reese: But she died eight years ago.
- Perhaps he isn't taking his own advice about moving on.

- A krytron is a cold cathode gas tube, commonly used in triggers on nuclear weapons.
- And if our company never looks inside the transport, we're never made aware of any illegal activity.
- Why don't I buy us another drink?
- Okay, let's make it just a little warmer around there.

- Now, just remember, Reese.
- You're n.Y.P.D.
- You go all Rambo,
- I won't be there to bail you out this time.
- Reese: I'm a reformed man, Shaw. Following the rules and keeping a low profile.
- Man: Let's go. We've got a dozen cars moving out.
- Every brick, every borough, tonight.
- Look out!

- Do we need to get someone to assist with the surgery?
- No, that won't be necessary, Liz.
- Please monitor the patient's vitals and I'll be right back.
- Is there nothing more we can do?
- I promise you, my associate is close to getting Amy out of danger.
- I just... I need a minute.

- At least have the balls to pull the trigger yourself.
- Don't outsource me like you did your own godson.
- I don't relish what happened to him, but sometimes sacrifices are necessary for the greater good.
- My mistake was not having you killed along with Cal.
- Then neither of you would have had to die alone.

- When's the next train?
- Three hours.
- Report back to me every 30 minutes.
- But we're due back this afternoon for a mandatory supply turn in.
- Excuse me?
- We just got reassigned.
- Reassigned? By whom?

- That's impressive.
Alex: I'm surprised that phony keycard of yours got us inside.
- Yeah, my guy does good work.
- Security comes by every half hour.
- Don't worry about them, you just focus on what we came here for.
- Okay, we have the location.
- Let's go.

- 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 7! Find you.

- You must not care about Aaron at all.
- Just like you didn't care about little Joseph 20 years ago.
- Joseph.
Man: With the right resources, you can access anything, even sealed juvenile records.
- The question is, are you doomed to make the same mistake twice?

- You kidding?
- Look at you.
- You think you're gonna outrun me?
- Let me mull that over a second.

Daniel: I'm so sorry I tried to kill you, honey.
Sabrina: Me too.

Harold: I'm sorry for your loss, Detective.
Joss: [Door closes] Finch, what do you need? I'm sorry for your loss, Detective. Yeah. Thanks. Just don't understand, with all the information you get, how we couldn't stop this in time.
Harold: It's a question that troubles me as well. I only wish I had an adequate answer. And I know this is not the best time, but...
Joss: You and John need some help. Are you kidding me? Cal is dead, and Fusco's being investigated by IAB!
Harold: I understand that you're upset, but we have a doctor in peril. I just need you to check on a few names.
Joss: No. No. This time, you're gonna do something for me.
Harold: Okay, Detective, what can I do for you?
Joss: You know that phone cloning thing you do? My turn.

Sameen: You put a bug on your friend?
John: Just on his glasses. I've lost people before, so when I care about someone, I plant a tracking device on them.
Sameen: I can understand why you and Harold get along.

- I know it must be tough to think of his final days that way, but let it go, will.
- You sound like my uncle Harold.
- I do? Who's he?
- My dad's best friend, Harold wren?
- Are you sure you two never met?
- No. We haven't.
- I have to go.
- I'm sorry I couldn't be more help.

Logan: You saved me. In the Chinese culture, you'd be responsible for me for life.
John: Glad neither one of us is Chinese then.

- Mr. Reese? What's he doing?
- Making it look like
- Morris is following him.
- Where's Edwards?
- Here.

- Things in your house moving around even though you swear you haven't touched them...
- You must be here for the producer gig.
- Take me to your leader.
- Man: Let's take a little break here, and when we get back, we 're gonna lift the veil together.

- Simple enough to make it look like lynch botched the whole thing.
- You're getting good at this, Lionel.
- I was always good at this.
- That's why you picked me in the first place.
- Remember?
- Stanton: Time to wrap this up, John.

Scarface: [after the Russian mob boss is killed] It's done.
Charlie: No. It's just beginning. Veni. Vidi. Vici.

- Shooter is a male, 5'10", wearing a plaid shirt and a black hoodie, and is considered armed and extremely dangerous.
- That's you. Drop your phone.
- I'm calling the shotseeker tech.
- Drop the phone!
- What's happening?
- Drop the gun!
- It's not a gun!
- It's not a gun, I'm a cop! Don't shoot!

- About what happened to my mom?
- Here's what I know, baby.
- We are all descended from kings.
- You gotta live your own life.
- Be your own man.
- You understand?

- Sneaking off, taking phone calls, that sort of thing.
- I'll look into it. First, you need to find out anything you can about Wade huggins.
- Maryland militia, Wade huggins?
- I got a heads-up he's on his way to town to protest a publishing company.
- I need his location.
- I take it you know something that I don't.
- The owners are in trouble. I'm just trying to find out who's causing it.

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

Malcolm: Whose place is this?
John: I worked a job here last week.
Malcolm: What kind of job?
John: The kind it's better not to ask about.

Harold: You're right, Mr. Reese... it's a three-man team!
John: [Shoots one] Two and a half.

- I'll let you leave town intact.
- Be back here tomorrow night, 8 pm, or I'll come find you.
- How do you expect me to score that kind of cash in a day?
- Relax. All right, I'll Rob a bank or something.
- I like you. You got brass.
- But you don't show tomorrow night,
- I'll break a lot more than your legs.

- Who are you?
- My name is John.
- Your mother sent me.
- You here to rescue me...
- Or shoot me?
- Tonight, rescue.

- To turn me against all of you.
- To kill you.
- Well, obviously, they failed.
- No, they didn't.
- Because in all the simulations, that's exactly what I did.

- I'm excited for you.
- Harold becomes himself again.
- Which would make this day one.
- I haven't asked her yet.
- So technically it would still be day zero.
- Ever the engineer.
- No more pseudonyms. No more lies.
- No more lies.
- This is the wrong drink for a celebration.
- Let me go find some champagne. Ahh.

- Liz, uh, this is Dr. Crane.
- I brought him in as a second scrub if I need help.
- Whatever you say, doctor.
- Help me.
- Help us. Amy and I.
- Or I don't know what I'll do.

Harold: Nicely done, Mr. Reese. I realize now I never did hear how you came to enlist in the army.
John: 'Cause I never told you, Finch. I'm a very private person.

Kara: Spent decades trying to invent the perfect nutritional ration.
John: And it's still inedible.
Kara: It's just a matter of time before this is all obsolete.
John: We'll still have to eat.
Kara: I'm not talking about the MREs. You got satellites replacing surveillance teams, drones replacing fighter pilots.
John: So we've outlived our usefulness? We'll be replaced by a push of a button, is that it?
Kara: What do you think?
John: I think we're still here.

Congressman Jim Hallen: Do you have a number where you can be reached?
Harold: [Handing him the pen cam] It's written on this. My Plume de Nom, rather than Nom de Plume.

- 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.
- Reese: Dada or dada?
- Be serious, Mr. Reese.
- I need you to get close to this family.

- Tommy's not here. Looks like the robbers that were with him are dead.
- He's cutting his ties to the heist.
- Keeping the loot for himself.
- Bodies are still warm.
- Tommy's still here.
- Fusco: Hold it!

- Once it reaches 20%, we can't put the genie back in the bottle.
Root: It's overclocking.
- I've got the a/c turned up to maximum.
- That's all our cooling capability.
- There's no turning back now.
- We have to cool it down.
- It's too late. It's going to melt.
- Mr. Reese...

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

- You know, I can make things very unpleasant for you.
- "Unpleasant?" [chuckles]
- Oh, you service boys are so polite.
- Look, whoever came after claypool didn't get what they want.
- They will try again.
- You all right there, Dudley?
- You don't look so good.

Jumpy: You don't look so tough.
Harold: It's because I have only two modes, Jerry. Calm, and furious. It's a rare person that sees the latter and lives to talk about it.

- Perhaps.
- But the brotherhood runs lockup now.
- I've got protection.
- You, on the other hand...
- Do you plan to make my stay inhospitable?
- Something like that.
- Be seeing you in rikers.
- I have to admit, I admire your certainty.
- But I still have a few friends.
- Unfortunately for you,
- I am not going to rikers.

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

- You will not expect me to cover for you.
- We may be partners...
- We might even be friends...
- But, um, I'm still a cop. Understood?
- Yeah, I hear you.
- Loud and clear.

Pete: I hired you because I thought you could handle this.
Root: And I am.
Pete: Then why is Powell still alive? You assured me of your abilities. And right now, I'm not seeing any of them.
Root: I could have every email you've sent, contact you've called and password you've used. I could empty your bank accounts, liquidate your stocks, and even send your ex-wife the location of your house in Bermuda.
Pete: All right, stop it, stop it. You've made your point. Powell and his friend will be taken care of.
Root: You just make sure to have my final payment ready.

- Fusco: Hey, pal.
- Hey.
- Can I help you?
- Mind your business, bruja.
- It's detective bruja. You got some ID?

- How are you?
- Man: Are you sure the item's intact?
- Please, it's custom-made with a built-in GPS tracker. I've got a guy.
- Could drop this from an airplane, not even a dent.
- Another mimosa, miss?
- You may wanna sit down.

- Maybe it is too soon, you know?
- Sure.
- Hey, Carter, if you need to talk to me...
- I just need time.
- That's it, Cal.
- You take as long as you need.
- I'm not going anywhere.

John: We have to stop meeting like this.
Leon: But I'm always so happy to see you.
John: Next time this happens, Leon, I'm gonna be on vacation.

- My hands are full at the moment.
- Sofia, it's almost noon.
- One more dress.
- You're holding at least five.
- What happened to "protect, not discipline"?
- Sofia happened.

- You wanna be the man, you gotta have a plan.
- Yo, you in there?
- You better have something to say worth hearing, little man.
- I got something you want.
- I wanna make a trade.
- My life for my sister's.

- Ones you talk about the game with, and ones you share your life with...
- The real stories.
- Up to you which one you want me to be.
- But you need to decide.
- Because for a spy...
- Lying isn't your strong suit.

- Fda approved.
Zoe: But it's been altered.
- These are two files with the same name, but the older one is slightly larger.
- Six names are missing from the trial data virtanen submitted to the fda.
- I need those names, Mr. Reese.
- Here it comes.

John: [about Carter] Did you know she had a son?
Harold: Didn't know you cared.
John: No dad in the picture for some time.
Harold: You been looking into the detective, Mr. Reese?
John: It pays to know the person coming after you, Finch.

- He told us to put a bullet in your head if we didn't like you and now we don't.
- I'm just an ex-soldier that needs some money fast.
- You don't trust me, fine...
- But the 107 trusted me back in '05, in tikrit, and I trusted them.
- How the hell do you know our unit?
- Big fella's got it tattooed all over his arm.

- And now you can help him stay that way.
- He works as a doorman at a building in midtown.
- I'm on it.
- Standard operating procedure?
- I'll clone his phone for voice and texts, then I'll start following him.
- And, uh, Finch, if you're gonna work all night...
- You should try getting some exercise.

Detective: I think I'll kill you and your friend here. Make it look like you killed each other. Then, just because you pissed me off, I'm going to kill your family. And all your friends.
John: I don't have any friends. I don't have any family left, either. Went around the world looking for bad guys, There were plenty of you right here all along.

- Finch, she's a shooter. Target's a cop.
Zoe: Lieutenant gilmore.

- I try.
- I had a really nice time with you tonight, joss.
- Yeah, I did too.
- And you know what?
- You were right.
- That was the best
- Chilean sea bass I've ever had.
- Good.

- Mr. Reese?
- Mr. Reese?
- We're okay, Finch.
- They're all gone.

Harold: 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: Short list of people crazy enough to take on the entire leadership of the Cosa Nostra?
Harold: Only one, in my opinion.
John: Elias.

- Like I told you before, this group report back...
- That's what I'm trying to tell you.
- Detective terney seems a little... intense.
- Any advice on how to get along with him?
- Some people on the force, you're better off keeping your distance.
- Not sure I get what you mean.
- You will.

Root: Did you miss me? We're gonna have so much fun together.

- I hope you liked our rocket.
- We were saving it for a special occasion.
- Where is Shaw?

- Man: Got to hit the head.
- Did you need something, Mr. Wiley?
- Just stretching my legs.

John: I'm just saying, by the way Abby went off the grid, cut all ties, she's planning something, Finch.
Harold: You think our honor student wants to blow up Wall Street?
John: Well, her boyfriend might. He isn't the first vet to try something extreme. We are an odd bunch, Finch.
Harold: You are odd, Mr. Reese. You're also wrong. If Abby were involved with domestic terrorism, which would be a relevant crime, the machine would have given her number to - to whoever now runs that end of things at the government, not to us. Whether she's the target or the source of the threat, the issues must be personal.

Detective: You're gonna have to tell me something. Like who the hell are you, and what exactly is going on here?
Harold: When I was nine years old, my brothers decided I needed to learn swim, so they tossed me into the deep end of the pool. Took a few minutes, but I figured it out.
[Tilts his head to a man sitting near them]
Harold: Do you see that man, detective? His name is Derek Watson, He tried to keep up with the mortgage as best he could, but the money ran out eventually. Lost his house, and his wife left soon after. Derek Watson is about to be involved in a violent crime. I don't know what exactly, but believe me, something is gonna happen.
Detective: You can't know that.
Harold: Did you bring your service weapon, detective? Sorry to toss you into the deep end, but, as you know, my friend is indisposed.

Elizabeth: [over phone] Hello?
- Hello?
- Who is this?
- Hello?
- Woman [over phone]: Thank you for calling the fenwick New York.
- How can I assist you?

- I'll stick with this, unless you decide othen/vise.
- You're still upset.
- I don't expect you to understand the loss of Ms. Groves.
- But I do understand.
- I loved her.
- You taught me how.

- We need to keep moving.
- That's gonna be a problem.
- Reese: You say the Russians don't go in?
- Well that's where we're going.
- Agh! Unh.

The: [As root] Eight letters.
- Your decision, Harold.
- Eight letters?
- You knew all along.
- Maybe I know you better than yourself.

- Should've had a picnic.
- It does appear that this was a crime of opportunity...
- Which means that the machine is indeed functioning as intended.
- Have you determined whether
- Mr. Patterson is a victim or a perpetrator?
- Not yet, but I'm following him.
- I'll meet you.
- You're trying to stop a gang war, remember?

- It... it's a game that Jason and I used to play when we were bored.
- We would steal something from each other.
- Then we'd hide it in the house, except Jason would always lose because he always chose the same place.
- The heating vent.

Special: Corwin had contact with a NSA analyst named Peck right before she was killed. We tried bring Peck in, but he had assistance; possibly one of ours. Took out a three-men ISA unit by himself.
Denton: Who is he?
Hersh: I'll be sure to ask him... right before I kill him.

Zoe: You never did tell me your name.
John: John. My name's John.
Zoe: Of course it is.

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

- Looks like today is your lucky day.
- Orders said to bring you back.
- Didn't say to bring you back alive.
Root: Whoever's back there, kick over your weapon, and I'll let you keep full mobility.

- I want to get close to latimer, and I'll need a cover story.
- I'll get on that.
- And I need you to create a vacancy for me with the gang.
- I'll get on that too.
- Anything else?
- No, that'll do for now.

- I don't like this any more than you do, Carter.
- Watching someone night and day, you never know what you'll dig up.
- I've seen it ruin careers, families.
- Threatening a police officer is against the law, Mr. Snow.
- So is lying to a federal agent.
- I'll be seeing you.

Sameen: We should be going after Simmons. Reese got his location.
Harold: Sometimes you have to make choices, Ms. Shaw. We've already lost a friend. I don't intend to lose another - not tonight.
Sameen: I can't believe we're gonna let him get away.
Root: The machine never said Reese was the only one planning to kill Simmons.

- My vest caught it.
- Think my rib is broken.
- And kruger?
- He's dead, Finch.
- I got him. Can you walk?
- I need to get to Collier.
- We've got to get you out of here.
- She's right, Mr. Reese.
- Another time.

- Graham, if there's something going on you think you can't tell me, get over it.
- We'll figure it out together.
- I'll be back in a few hours.
- Graham. Where you headed?
- Catching a train into the city.
- I'm meeting a client there.
- Let me give you a lift, save you some time.

Harold: This recording is three years old. A woman murdered in this room by her husband. For the insurance. You were too late for her. Just like you were too late for your friend Jessica. You were halfway around the world when she was killed.
John: What the hell do you know about it?
Harold: It's the truth. You left the government because they lied to you... I never will. I think all you ever wanted to do was protect people.
John: [Looks tape recorder] NSA or FISA. Government. But you're not government.
Harold: No, I'm not. I guess you could call me a concerned third party. You couldn't have saved this woman... Or your friend. But you could have if you had have known in time. And that's the other thing I'm offering you, a chance to be there in time.

- Hope you brought sunscreen.
- Sit your ass back down, chiquita.
- You're gonna pay your fare another way.

John: Hello, detective.
Detective: No, no, not until I've had my morning coffee.
John: You can take it with you.
Detective: Take it where?
John: I'm sending you the location.
Detective: Why? What's there?
John: A body.

John: Finch, any chance your machine gave us the number a few days late?
Harold: No. Why?
John: Because I had to crawl through police tape to get inside Darren's apartment.
Harold: The library may have been compromised, but I can assure you that the machine was not. Whatever happened there, Darren's situation must be ongoing.

Trinitario: That's a nice suit. Maybe we'll bury you in it.
John: Too bad. I just had it cleaned.

Harold: I'll need just another hour to finish Mr. Casey's documents. Once he's in the air, I need to fill you in on some other business we have to conclude.
Rick: Selling Casey's hardware.
Harold: ...I hadn't told you that yet.
Rick: I know. Because you're a very private person, Harold. You only share things when it suits you.
[Pulls a bug off the wall]
Rick: Not a very good deal for me. Probably wind up dead if I keep working for you.
[Takes the laptop]
Rick: I don't know what's on this puppy, but I know a lot of people want it. So I lined up a buyer of my own. Turns out the Chinese are more than a little curious to get their hands on some secret technology.
Harold: Mr. Dillinger what have you done?
Rick: You knew I was a shark when you hired me. Don't act surprised when I smell blood in the water.

- and the only dialogue you need to be worried about is between me and her, which is why you might wanna give me my phone back.
- Because I'm having an argument.
- Would you like to know the truth, doctor?
- About what we're arguing over?
- Whether or not I'm gonna kill you.

- Greer [over phone]: Well,
- I'm afraid a name is all I have for you.
- For someone who seemingly does not exist on any known database.
- Perhaps you'll have better luck in your search than I did.

- Lee...
- It's gonna be okay.
- I'm right here with you, okay?
- I'm right here with you.
- Just close your eyes, all right?
- I love you. It's gonna be okay.

Carl: Honest about your deceit. How noble.

- Sweetheart? What are you doing here?
- Are you detective Carter?
- Yes.
- My friend said I could trust you.

- Potassium chloride?
- Government uses it for lethal injections.
- Stops the heart in minutes.
- Quite humane, really.
- Lucky you.
- Lucky me?

- That's not my biggest flaw.
- See, even your sense of humor no longer has a place in the world.
- And, sadly, neither do you.
- Yeah? Well, I don't want any part of the world where you're the good guy.
- So noted, detective.
- Sorry.

Harold: [Posing as a dry-cleaner] I guess you ran out of clean suits.
Logan: Yeah. I'm actually more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. I only have one suit. A good suit is like the perfect woman. Once you find the right one nothing else will do.

- He was smaller?
- He played tiny Tim in the school play.
- Shaw: Reese?
- You spot a threat?
- Reese: Not sure, but it sounds like our friend Phil might be an impostor.
- Isn't anyone at this reunion who they say they are?

Walter: Oh, by the way, your girlfriend is amazing.
John: Sameen? Not my girlfriend.
Walter: Wh-why not?

Detective: Detective Szymanski. It's good to see you back on active duty.
Detective: You know, I thought about dying but realized I couldn't afford it on a detective's salary.

- I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything.
- Violent crimes involving ordinary people.
- The government considers these people irrelevant.
- Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.
- You will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we 7! Find you.

- You have my word.
- Finch, I need you to tell me where to find the boy.
- I'm a step ahead of you, Mr. Reese.
- The only way to locate Taylor is to make a deal with the devil.
- I hope you're not referring to Elias.
- Elias isn't the only fallen angel in our rolodex, Mr. Reese.

Detective: Why do you need the bosses dead, Elias? You've already shown how powerful you are.
Carl: 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: Things would be much better under your watch, huh?
Carl: I run an efficient enterprise. There's no infighting, there's no conflict over territory. I am the evolution of organized crime.
Detective: You're a force of corruption and weakness. My answer is no.

- The man on the other side of this door is careful, cunning, dangerous.
- So, who is he?
- The custodian.
- Custodian: School's closed.
- No trespassing.
- Elias: Open up, Raul.
- I never properly thanked you for providing the car bomb that killed my father.

- I haven't seen that look in a while.
- Everything okay?
- Absolutely.
- Whatever it is, look it down.
- I don't need this guy.
- I need the killer.

Wayne: I never touched your daughter.
Stu: You may not have put your hands on her like that monster did, but you're just as guilty.
Wayne: I didn't do anything!
Stu: Exactly! See, her ex-boyfriend found her three times - *three* times, using your Life Trace. And every time he found her, we asked the company to take her information down, and they didn't do it, and so he found her again, and again, until the last time when he killed her. All because you and your company didn't do anything.

- I'm sorry.
- But I need a word with the man you're protecting.
- You just attacked a dozen marshals.
- Sorry's not gonna cut it.
- They'll need some aspirin, maybe a little physical therapy. Move.
- You sit this one out.

- All derived from species of birds.
- I'd Mark him as a John Doe.
- He basically lives in the subway.
- Thanks, we'll take it from here.
- Everything's gonna be okay.
- Find Lenny, tell him they stole his spaceman.

- A license plate?
- See if you can trace it.
- Abbott, chop chop!
- Finch: What was that?
- Forget it.
- Starting to think
- I should've gone with root.

- Believe it or not, she's one of the good guys too.
- What is going on? I barely believe this is a police station.
- You're in a situation you can't control that's larger than you can imagine.
- Sit tight, and we'll keep you alive.
- Lionel, what did you find for me?

Kara: You can't miss what you never had.

Dr. Ronald Carmichael: You seem calmer today, Robin.
Root: I am. It's almost time for me to leave.
Dr. Ronald Carmichael: Where is it that you're going?
Root: You know, that's a good question. I'm not certain yet.
Dr. Ronald Carmichael: Because the voice is going to tell you?
Root: You're catching on.
Dr. Ronald Carmichael: Is the voice speaking to you right now?
Root: Does it look like I'm talking to anyone other than you, doctor?
Dr. Ronald Carmichael: You you realize that phone isn't connected to a wireless carrier.
Root: God doesn't need AT&T.

John: Where's Taylor?
Joss: Somewhere safe.
John: Any reason he wouldn't be safe here? Like your off-the-books pursuit of HR?
Joss: Everyone needs a hobby.
John: Most hobbies don't involve dirty cops staked outside your apartment. If you want, I can take care of him for you.
Joss: I'd appreciate it if you left him alone. Respectfully, I'd appreciate it if you left me alone for a while too.
John: Now's not the time to fly solo, Carter.
Joss: 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.

- Angela markham walks...
- Or your son dies.
- Angela markham?
- She mowed down some guy in a parking garage.
- It's a simple hit-and-run.
- Well, now she's become the key to finding your son.

Mira: Why won't you just leave me alone?
John: [Reese shoots guy with gun] That a good enough reason?

John: You got an update for me Finch?
Harold: If this is becoming your version of 'Are we there yet?', no we are not.
John: It's been ten days since we got a new number.
Harold: I'm working as quickly as I can.
John: Well, work faster. I don't wanna find out what happens when that clock hits zero; do you?
Harold: Not particularly.
John: Can you tell me if we're ever gonna get another number, or has that virus destroyed your machine for good?
Harold: I believe that the machine is still active, it's just unable to make contact.
John: If we knew where it was, maybe we could just unplug it and then plug it back in.
Harold: Simplicity was never my strong suit.

Jessica: John? I didn't know you were back from over there.
John: Jessica. I'm not. I'm just heading back, actually.
Jessica: Where's your uniform?
John: Uh, I got a new job.
Jessica: One of those jobs you can't talk about?

- If that's the case,
- Cal beecher at your service, ma'am.
- I still owe you one.
- Normally,
- I'd ask for a bottle of something strong.
- But, uh, what about dinner instead?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay.

- We did it!
- She's back?
- With a vengeance.
- We need to get back to work.

- That nurse at the hospital, she ended up with permanent kidney damage.
- That was a one-sided conversation, in case you've forgotten.
- Did Elias help you track down Jeff?
- You know how I found him?
- I'm a detective, that's how.
- Do me a favor.
- Don't tell me not to do my job.
- Find a new partner.

- I should call the police.
- You may need to.
- What are you talking about?
- See the construction equipment back there?
Adam: I see it. So what?
- See any workers with it?
Adam: They want me to slow down.
- We're being funneled. Don't stop.

Captain: Used to play pickup games here when I was a kid.
Detective: You were a kid?

- Which is?
- Join us.
- The world out there needs saving, Harold.
- Together with samaritan...
- We can start.
- And if I refuse?

Root: C'mon Harold, time to meet God.
Harold: Please don't set your expectations too high.

- Armed with that knowledge, you'll try to figure out where I live.
- You're paranoid, Finch.
- With good reason.
- Maybe I just don't know what's good here...
- So I'm asking a regular.
- Enjoy your meal, Mr. Reese.

- Oh, dear.
- Amateurs.
- As I was saying, this is the next world, Harry.
- The world you built.
- And as long as the machine lives, we never die.

- Stop.
- I can help you.
- The questions you're asking,
- I know the answers.
- Really?
- How do you know?
- Because I built it.

- Get the cameras up immediately.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Where is Simon Lee?
- I'm sorry, I can't... oh!
- You need to stay here until this is over.
- I'll run interference on Simon.
- You don't have to do this alone.
- She says if I don't, all of us die.

- Fourteen sixty-five Jefferson.
- Queens.
- Thank you, John.
- You're right,
- I would never harm a child.
- But then, I knew you wouldn't either.
- Goodbye, John.
- Elias! Elias!

- You'll never get a conviction, not in my city.
- This used to be your city.
- Not anymore.
- Officer Carter.
- This is Alonzo Quinn.

Sameen: Your field-of-fire is 90 degrees to either side of that entrance, if we get into trouble just lay suppressive fire across that arc
Lionel: You know I'm a cop, right?
Sameen: [hands him an assault rifle] If we were eating donuts or shooting cardboard cutouts you would be in charge.

Genrika: Why would a small agency care what happens to me?
Sameen: We're not any agency. We're just a... I don't even know what we are. To be honest, I'm only in it for the dog.
Genrika: You guys have a dog?

- That's plain artistry.
- But killing's not the answer.
- "Killing is not the answer"?
- That's the best you can do?
- I don't know.
- I've killed lots of people.
- But my friends keep telling me it's wrong.
- But, look, just because I can live with myself afterwards doesn't mean you can.

Heinlein: I don't know who you are or how you know to be here, but this is just the beginning.
John: Then this is going to be a long day.

- Finch, Khan lured Mark here to steal his employee ID badge.
- I've gotta stop him.
- If this is samaritan, he's got a target.
- You can't afford to get caught in the crosshairs again.
- Yeah, well, he's gonna get himself killed.
- There's no way to keep the victim safe if the perpetrator is samaritan.

Taylor: That guy you sent is kind of a bad-ass.
Detective: Yeah, he knows it, too.
Taylor: Who's the guy with the glasses?
Detective: If you find out, let me know.

- If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it my way.
- That means no killing.
- This is my going rate.
- All right, man. Deal.
- Look, you're working for me,
- I ought to know your name.
- Well, you can call me Reese.

Hayden: Who the hell are you?
John: The night watch.

- Listen.
- I felt we might need extra help...
- Looking for congressman Delancey's killer so I've called in a specialist.
- Someone with an intimate knowledge of the political arena.
- Oh, here she is. I have to go.
- Reese: Wait a minute. "Specialist"? "She"?
- Finch?

- We finally got you.
- SWAT 1: Sir. There's a problem.
- Step back.
- Well, do you recognize him?
- Cuff them all.

Harold: Mr. Reese is out on an island, looking for a man violent enough to pull out another man's teeth. And now I can't warn him. I have to get there myself.
Detective: I'm pretty sure all the roads are closed now. How do you think you're going to get out there?
Harold: I think I'll use my pilot's license.

Detective: Threatening a parolee's life, Dominic?
Dominic: This is some kind of misunderstanding.
Detective: Just a little depressed, huh? You got a tough job. From what I'm seeing here, you're not very good at it. You got the worst recidivism rate in your office. Kicked more guys back inside last month than I did.

- Then faked his suicide?
- I think Max pissed off samaritan.
Warren: I didn't call you so you could talk me out of it.
- I called to warn you.
- Warn me?
Warren: Yeah.
- You're next.

- Shaw: No.
- Not till I kick this lousy al's ass off the face of the earth.
- Hard soles.
- Flanking formation. Three, maybe four ops.
- Guess nap time's over.
- Keep greer company. I'll be right back.

John: The National Storm Chasers Association, Harold?
Harold: Well, it worked, didn't it?
John: We were wrong. This isn't a group conspiracy. Those numbers, they're all dead. And we're tracking their killer.
Harold: I know. I had the displeasure of seeing all that was left of the real Jack Rollins, molars and all. Some twisted mind's idea of a trophy. What if the machine sent us all six numbers to tell us that someone had been all of those people? What if a smart killer was interested not only in taking lives, but in taking identities. Like a chameleon. Changing into his victims, living their lives until he gets bored and moves on to the next. To identify such a killer, we would want to consider who he has been, and what he might look like.
John: Okay, so how do you spot someone who's that good at being anyone else?

- And this?
- Report from a car crash arndt and his wife were in. Single car.
- Husband swerved to avoid a deer.
- Wife was killed.
- Hell of a thing. Guy survives a crash, only to get taken out two months later.
- I gotta take this.
- Thank you.

- Pierce?
- Aah!
- Sit back, sit back, sit back.
- You're having a reaction.
- Are you allergic to anything?
- Naproxen.
- Mr. Reese, what's going on?
- The scotch, it was spiked.

Harold: Mr. Reese, they've got hostages, and there are two other armed men. I don't think you're gonna be able to simply walk through the front door.
John: [Bungee jumps onto the balcony] Wasn't planning on it.

- You're a good man, John Anderson.
- I'll sleep on the couch.
- Like I said, a good man.
- And if I want to take my contacts out?
- Oh, um...
- That way.

John: [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?

- Hey, Doug, I'm gonna grab some lunch.
- Page if you need me.
- Finch: She puts in 80 hours a week at the hospital.
- Single. Lives alone.
- Tillman: Hi. Burger and fries, please.
- Thank you.
- Oh, sorry.
- Not at all.

- Everybody down on the ground right now!
- You heard him! Down, now!
- I'm not gonna tell you again!
- I've always said banks were meant to be robbed.
- Hurry up! Move! Move!
- All the way back! Keep going!

- Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.
- You will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we I! Find you.
Peter: The call came in.
- We have a location on the target.
Ivan: Get a team and I'll meet you there.
Peter: We can handle this.
Ivan: No. I want to be there in person.
- I want to kill him myself.

- Although a iidocaine would be nice.
- I didn't get any the last time.
- You see, somebody broke my ear.
- And you're going to fix it.
- Building security has been neutralized.
- We 're ready to take the chip.
- Then let's begin, shall we?

- Maybe. Except for one thing.
- Remember that contract dad signed with the government for $1?
- It's the next day. February 25th, 2005.
- Well, that is something.
- I'm finished here and I'm starving.
- Let's get out of here.

Harold: I hope you have your service weapon with you, Detective.
Detective: [Rolls eyes] Yeah, I got you a machine gun too.

- This is Carter, report.
- Who has a 20 on that shot?
Anja: Are you all right?
- Finch, get them out of here.
- You were right to fear me.
- You were right.

- I like the west, Harold.
- Fewer people, bigger skies, more space to think.

Farrow: We'll initiate default security measure 202, which automatically moves an object to the central room of our secure floor for safer keeping.
- Reese: Jackpot, Finch.
- You can tell everyone we have an exact location for the Bible now.
- Then, it's time to go to work.

- Wait, wait. Wait. Uh...
- Say something.
- Hello?
- Can you see me?
- Good morning.

- Get out of the car!
- Cartel. It's an ambush.

Officer: Detective Terney seems a little, uh, intense. Any advice on how to get along with him?
Joss: Some people on the force, you're better off keeping your distance.
Officer: Not sure I get what you mean.
Joss: You will.

- Man 2: I don't know if you realize, but I'm not asking.
- Finch, I'm closing in on the kidnapper's cell.
- I don't know if you realize, but I'm not asking.
- Simmons: Most accidents don't require a shovel.
- Most accidents don't require a shovel.
- Carter: That's my guy.
- Reese: Paying my guy.

- But this is open and closed.
- The kid already confessed.
- Did he say why he did it?
- He said, and I quote,
- "what was I supposed to do?"
- And then he said it was our fault.
- Yeah? How does that follow?
- Said we weren't here to stop him.
- One second.
- Sure.

- That bodega owner castillo come in yet?
- Not that I know of.
- Hmm.
- Gonna have to pay him another visit.
- You coming?
- No, you know what?
- You go ahead. Uh, I got a thing.
- I'll catch up with you later, okay?
- Okay.

- From what I can determine, she specializes in the high-end clients...
- The sort who insist on discretion.
- While I dig deeper, you get close.
- See if you can work out where the threat is coming from.
- Reese: She could be the threat, Finch.
- Finch: I'm sure you'll work that out too.

- I think you know what's happening.
- And I think you owe it to me to tell me the truth.
- Times may have changed.
- But I'm afraid we're both in the dark.
- Announcer [on pa]: This is wall street. Next stop is fulton street.
- Stand clear of the closing doors.

- Bad news, you need a new right-hand man.
- You wanna kill me, go ahead.
- You were always gonna win this war anyway.
- Reese: Kill him, you'll never get the information you want.
- Tell me you have another plan, Elias.
- This is my plan, John. I told you I'd make them answer for Anthony. So tell me...
- How does it feel knowing that you're responsible for your friend's death?

- You can't blame a girl for trying.
- Yeah. It's for you.
- Good morning, miss Shaw.
- Morning.
- Beautiful day for a walk.
- Shaw: I suppose.
- When you finish yours, could you join us back at the library?
- We have another number.

John: You may know
John: once had people who cared about us; not any more. But you, you still have your son, and 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?

- and get the hell out fast.
- We're going on the offensive.
- Temporary resolutions.
- Starting at that office and working right up their chain of command.
- They can't get to Finch if we get to them first.

- It never was a guy that was in control, was it?
- You may step down, senator.
- You care to join us, ma'am?
- Well, this should be fun.

- Yo, you think brick's gonna talk?
- Brick is cool. Andre will protect him.
- Andre will take care of all of us, long as we take care of him.
- Yo, trim, ain't that your ride?
- Found your car.

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.

- A stapedectomy is usually done under anesthesia but I'm afraid that just won't be the case today.
- No, please.
- You say the machine looks out for you?
- Then why are you in this cell?
- Why has it let this happen?
- This friend that you love so much, it's abandoned you.

- Range it.
- I don't know, 500 yards?
- Reese: Six.
- Finch: Forty-five-degree oblique wind.
- Three-quarter value wind speed.
- Very impressive, Finch.
- What if you miss?
- Reese: I wouldn't know. Never have.

- They got her too.
- The car accident?
- Ugh, yes.
- Who will kohl go after next?
- Ste... steiller.
- He defected with the rest of you?
- Hey, what's his alias?

Detective: [after being rescued from the Aryan Brotherhood] Not a word. You hear me? We're going back to my cruiser in total silence.
John: Sure thing, Lionel. Like a gag order.
Leon: Hey, hey, guys, think you could uncuff me?
John: No!

- Excuse me, did you lose something?
- A wallet maybe?
- No, but I did misplace my cell phone.
- Well, if you give me the number,
- I know somebody who can track it.
- Finch: There you go.
- Finch, drug dealers are the only traffic we're seeing out here.
- You might wanna have another look.

- Doesn't deserve to have a family.
- Why not kill me too?
- Oh, I planned to.
- But you went away.
- I had to bide my time for seven years.
- And now I get to watch you kill yourself.

- Then it was all for nothing.
- Months of planning, Hong Kong, Beth.
- The trojan horse was important.
- It could've given us a chance.
- It's okay if we're not friends anymore.
- You being alive is enough.

- Basically, from that moment on, treated me like I'm some kind of terrorist.
- Look, I don't know why I'm here or who you think I am...
- But I have a life
- I really need to get back to.
- And if they won't let me see a lawyer, you're my only hope.
- Please...
- I just wanna go home.

- Samaritan's ai won't get switched on until greer gets the government feeds.
- Those lights turn blue...
- We're screwed.
- We're inside a sleeping giant, Shaw.
- Try not to wake it up.

- 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.

- If your dumb ass is here...
- Who the hell is out on the corner?
- Shaw: Ever have a staring contest with a fish?
- What?
- No eyelids. Kind of pointless, right?
- Like you reaching for that scattergun.
- Back up.

- That's 100 of those guns.
- And we've got no idea who's got them.
- How you doing?
- How's it going?
- Detective fusco. I needed to check this in.
- No problem, detective.
- I need you to sign here and here.

- Then I learned she died.
- So, what happened?
- Talk to me, John.
- If you ever wanna be able to move on...
- You have to grieve.
- I'm not sure I know how to do that.

- It looks like your guy's sending a text.
- That's not a text.
- That's a detonation code.
- Battery's a bomb.
- Ali's not the victim, he's the perpetrator.
- Give me the phone. The phone.

- So I, uh... disobeyed some...
- Pretty much all... of your orders.
- Am I fired?
- On the contrary, Ms. Shaw.
- I think you finally got the job.
- Now about that bug in my library...
- Haven't found it yet, have you?

- I couldn't have got through this without...
- A friend to talk to.
- So was any of it true?
- Donnelly: Oh, I sincerely doubt that.
- Congratulations, Carter.
- You just caught the man in the suit.

Darien: 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]
Darien: 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: [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: [Fires, no bullet] Oh, he's safe. For now.
[Moves the gun to Leon]
Leon: Come on, man. You gotta save me. That's your thing!
[Makris fires, again miss]
Darien: Not him either. The odds are getting worse.
[Moves the Gun to Harold]
Harold: [to Lou] Sometimes your luck just runs out.
[Reese springs into action, flips the table with one kick, takes out Makris' guys]
Lou: [Makris tries to shoot, his gun is empty] Hey, dumbass I cheated.
[Holds up the bullet]

- Who wants to go quietly?
- Nice doing business with you, Trevor.
- Let's get out of here before more of his colleagues show up.
- Good to be alive, isn't it, Harry?
- We haven't survived this yet, Ms. Groves.

- No need for shooting.
- I was looking to get away from the storm, is all.
- You from the island?
- No, I was looking for some work on the boats.
- Got stuck out here by the storm.
- Thought I'd ride it out.
- Let's get them both back to the station.

John: 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.

Harold: [about the machine] It seems to have imprinted on me.
Nathan: Yeah, like a baby bird. Have fun, mommy.

John: You can trust me. I'm with...
Lou: Harold? Yeah, I figured. So I guess you're not really with the IRS, huh?
John: Is it that obvious?

- Mr. Reese, what's happening?
- Go, go! Move!
- I just found Shaw.
- Unfortunately, so did Collier.

Detective: Agent Snow and... whatever your name is.
Tyrell: [meekly] Evans.
Detective: What do you want?
Mark: Oh, to say hi, see how you are.
Detective: I'm fine. What do you want?
Mark: We know that you're talking to the FBI about Reese.
Detective: Is there a law against that?
Mark: As they've proven time and again, the FBI cannot be trusted with matters of national security. Do not talk to Agent Donnelly.
Detective: Oh, you mean about our mutual friend. Why, you're afraid Donnelly's gonna get to him first? What exactly are you worried he's gonna tell him?

Detective: You listed her cause of death as Blunt force trauma to the head and a broken neck. Could someone suffer those kinds of injuries if the car's front and side air bags deployed?
Medical: Not likely, but a body is, uh, subjected to extreme forces in a crash like that
Detective: Is it possible she could have had these injuries before the accident?
Medical: Detective, I don't know what cases you're used to seeing down in Manhattan, but up here, car crashes account for most of my business. Just because something's possible doesn't mean it's probable.

- Woman [on TV]: Police are looking for a homeless man for further questioning.
- The unidentified man was originally believed...
- To be the victim of a violent assault on the subway.
- But now police consider the man a person of interest...
- In a number of crimes nationwide.

- Then I have to get you out of here and out of this state.
- As long as we're together.
- Check the top level.
- Check down back.
- Don't worry, I got you covered.
- What about John?

- Mr. Dillinger, what are you doing?
- Casey, huh?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, we went to Cal poly together way back when.
- So, you know him?
- No, I'm afraid not.
- But if I do run into him,
- I'll tell him you said hello.
- What'd you say your name was?
- I didn't.

- Carter.
- Detective.
- John recovered the baby, but then I lost him.
- Lost him? And the baby?
- Last known location: 1637 Camden, in Brooklyn.
- Anything you can do, detective. Please.
- Okay.
- Sorry, Lionel. Something's come up.
- Nicola petrosian. She's all yours.

- Handshakes and single malts?
- Fusco: No, this is serious.
- Hr's in the murder-for-hire business.
- You know the targets?
- Yeah, I know the target. You do too.
- It's that lady shrink you asked me to look into.
- Forty-eight hours and she's dead.

- You hid this?
- Her name is Marie.
- You're not a monster to her yet.
- It's too late for you and me, but she could have a normal life.

Detective: You son have a lot of money on him that night?
Congressman Jim Hallen: I have no idea. Why would that be pertinent?
Detective: Two people were murdered. We think they were both at the crash site. We also think they found money in the car.
Congressman Jim Hallen: I'm sorry. I don't know what to say.
Detective: Was he dealing drugs?
Congressman Jim Hallen: [sighs] Look, he's dead. Can't we just let it go at that?
Detective: Two other people are dead too. So, no.

John: [to Fusco and Carter] We should all get drinks sometime. My treat.

- Why?
- Don't want her ending up like the lady upstairs.
- You think she might?
- I know she won't, because you'll throw yourself in front of the bullet.
- Funny. What about the homicide
- I'm supposed to be investigating?
- Paula could be connected to your homicide. Stay on her.

- I found them.
- According to this, his diagnosis is glioblastoma multiforme.
- Brain tumor.
- Does it give a prognosis?
- Terminal.
- So, assuming this guy is the victim, who would wanna kill a dying man?
- Isuppose that's what we need to find out.

- He's crashing. His BP is plummeting.
- He's going into v-tach.
- You must've nicked an artery.
- It was you.
- You made the incision.
- No.
- You're the surgeon. I'm just the nurse.
- Or in this case, the backup plan.

- Reese: Shady part of town, no cameras.
- Khan must have picked this place for a reason.
- Finch: Khan may have lured his old friend there to take revenge.
- Reese: You think Mark's behind the attack?
- He's capable, with plenty to gain by bringing Khan down.

Leon: What are you, ex-military? One of those Blackwater guys?
John: Does it matter?
Leon: Look, you seem - well, crazy, but highly capable. I just need you to take me to my car. You owe me that much.
John: How do you figure?
Leon: When you butted in, we were in the middle of a negotiation.
John: Negotiations don't usually end in bullets, and your friends in there were Aryan brotherhood, something you should have thought of before you stole from them. By the way, how much did you take?
Leon: 8 million. Hey! Look, I didn't plan on stealing, at least not at first. I had a legitimate job at Bear Stearns. Then the recession hit and we all get axed, so I take a job at this little startup. Took me six months to realize I was working for the corporate arm of the Aryan Nation, laundering profits from their meth business. You wanna call that greedy? I call it payback. Please, I gotta get out of town, or I'm roadkill. Take me to my car.
[Reese walks up to a police car]
Leon: Not this car!
[Reese breaks the window and handcuffs Leon to the steering wheel]
Leon: What're - what're you doing?
John: Keeping you safe. Like I said, I'm looking for my friend,and I don't have time to babysit you.

Harold: I have no way of accessing it, you know. I made sure of that.
Root: Everything has a flaw. You know that, Harold, and like I told you, I'm awfully good at finding them.
Harold: Why? What could you possibly want from it?
Root: The same thing you did. You may have told yourself you were helping people, but the real reason you built the machine is because the world is boring. Human beings have come as far as we're gonna go. I want to see what happens next.
Harold: You're right, you and I are alike... in many ways - not that I'd care to admit it. I spent years wondering how people could be so cruel, petty, so selfish - and then I'd think about how you could change them. Fix them. And that's why I've sealed up the machine. Not to protect it from the people I was giving it to... to protect it from me, from people like us, from the things we'd do with it. That's why I'll never help you get control of it.
Root: I know. You won't have to. Because, you see, Harold, I don't want to control the machine. I just want to set it free.

Root: Hey, sweetie, you busy?
Sameen: A little. Skip the verbal foreplay, Root. Why you calling?
Root: Can't a couple of gals take a little break from work to catch up?
Sameen: I've been arrested and you're fighting an AI apocalypse so, no, we don't have time to catch up.
Root: Well, there's no need to be rude.
Sameen: I am not having this conversation right now.
Root: There's no time like the present, Sameen. Why are you so afraid to talk about your feelings?
Sameen: [Scoffs] Feelings? I'm a sociopath. I don't have feelings.
Root: And I'm a reformed killer for hire. We're perfect for each other. You're gonna figure that out someday.
Sameen: Root, if you and I were the last two people on the face of this planet...
Root: An increasingly plausible scenario given Samaritan's plans.
Sameen: Fine. Maybe someday, when Samaritan wipes everyone out we can talk about it.
Root: You're saying maybe someday?
Sameen: Yeah, sure, Root. Maybe someday. Is that good enough for you?
Root: Yes, Sameen. That's good enough for me.

Harold: So we have two victims who are also perpetrators, not to mention two hit men. You know, Mr. Reese, it did occur to me we could leave the Drakes to their own devices.
John: Well, that's pretty mercenary of you, Finch. I kind of like it.
Harold: If that's the case, I may have crossed some moral threshold. I can't help thinking about the innocent people who could use our help while we're spending all our time with a couple that have chosen murder over marriage counseling.
John: Well, do we have another number?
Harold: [Looks at his computer] Sadly, no.
John: Then it's the Drakes' lucky day.

Harold: It's still not clear to me how stalking the NYPD helps either of us at this unfortunate time.
John: If I can't get there before something bad happens, I can at least get there the second it does.

- Frankly, I don't care who stole yogorov's cargo.
- If he's considering an end to our alliance, he's a major liability.
- He's threatening our people.
- I'd say the alliance is finished.
- Peter yogorov doesn't have the stones to come after us.

- Only job he seems to have held was driving a truck for a company owned by massey.
- Appears to have been an associate of massey's for several years.
- What kind of associate?
- The kind that gets the machine's attention.
- I'm going in.
- Something happening?
- Yeah, lunch.

- Hello, miss Shaw.
- You can call me Harold.

- Twenty million, three hundred and twenty thousand dollars.
- Direct deposit. Louis Mitchell.
- Mr. Makris?
- Congratulations, Mr. Mitchell.

- Harold? I'm about to do something you're not gonna like.
- No need. I'm done.

- I'll come with you.
- No.
- He needs you here more than ever.
- Don't worry.
- If there's trouble on the playground,
- I'll push first.
- Locate New York plates, kdd-0327.

Robert: Every new drug has side effects. That's why we have disclaimers... And insurance.

- Consider this payback for what you did to my friend.
- What's so funny?
- Second round is always more accurate than the first.
- What second round?
- You're not even holding a gun.
- I wasn't talking about me.

- This gives me probable cause to take a closer look.
- Got your back, detective.
- Go check it out.
- Anybody comes near this place, kill them.
- Bag it all up.
- We're moving out.
- Yo, you see something, shoot it.

- Hey. You missed all the fun.
- Wonderboy and I jump-started an international incident.
- Shame I couldn't be there.
- You say you were mugged?
- Man: Yeah. Guy took my wallet and my watch.
- Okay. Just wait right here, sir. Someone will be by shortly to take your statement.
- Man: Thanks, buddy.

Mark: You've been reassigned. You head out tonight. China.
John: No can do. I need to take leave - Family emergency.
Mark: You don't have any family.

Sameen: It appears our boy's a ladies' man. I followed him to some dive in the village. New image, new girl. Our guy is a chameleon: Organized, efficient, sociopathic... not that there's anything wrong with that.

- Sir, this is judge Andrew monahan.
- I'm sorry to bother you at home.
- I just received a call you might want to be aware of.
- Do you know a police officer by the name of joss Carter?
- You were right to contact me.
- Tell me everything she told you.

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

John: Find out if there's been any ransom kidnappings reported. White guys with crew cuts. One with long hair.
Lionel: Kidnapping's big news. I'd have heard something.
John: What about Amber alerts? Child abduction?
Lionel: Is that what we're dealing with?
John: We? Since when are you on board?
Lionel: It's still a missing kid. Hey, whatever else I've done, I'm still a cop.

- Hey.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Remember me? Come on.
- Security guard from work?
- I'm a cop.
- From the looks of it, you need my help.

- That'd be pretty slick.
- But who'd go through the trouble?
- They'd have to, what, search the building's garbage?
- Anyway, basement's guarded.
- Unless they had a garbage truck.
- Finch [over earpiece]: We have many safe houses where Adam could be taken.
- Reese: I know.

- You recognize me, Mr. Cochran?
- Should I?
- I'm the man you murdered.

- I had no choice.
- This is just the beginning.
- She's on a mission with nothing to lose.
- More people are gonna die.
- I'll call bomb disposal, then I'll take you in.
- I'll get you out of this.
- She won't let you.
- She? Who is she?

- I can't.
- I can't, man. I have someone here.
- You stay here and you'll be looking at her from behind bars for 20 years.
- Call her and ask her to go with you.
- She loves you, Joey.
- Just tell her it's gonna be you and her now.
- Just you and her.

- Ajax: Aah. Cahill: Come on.
- Cahill: There. Good, down there.
- Thought we were meeting with iOS.
- We are.
- We're just making a little pit stop first.
- Take your phones out and destroy them.
- Drop looks to be in Brooklyn. Should have the exact location in a second.

- You disappoint me, Harold.
- How long do I have?
- Hi. My friend needs to get to the hospital...
- In 11 minutes or he's dead.
- I won't go.
- When they come, I won't go.
- And legally, they can't force me.

- I'm just waiting for the part where torturing this guy helps us find Casey.
- I'm just getting started.
- Give it time.
- Trust me, the way you're threatening him, if he was gonna spill, he'd of done it by now.
- Oh, he'll spill.
- Whether he talks or not.

- You're gonna need a warrant for that.
- You messed up taking that kid out, Hector.
- It's a shame what happened to that kid, even if he was a punk-ass snitch.
- You won't get away with it again.
- I will find a way to bring you down.
- Good luck with that warrant, detective.

- Be safe, John.
- Bean

- We're supposed to go to?
- He's got his kid with him.
- What a waste.
Wheeler: Better watch out.
- You're about to kill a man. And his son.
- Please. Please don't do this.
- Reese [whispers]: Drop your weapon.

- You can't fight the future.
- I'll bring you some new books.
- I get it.
- You wonder why it won't talk to you like it talks to me.
- Don't be jealous, Harold.
- Morn still loves us both.

- 110 volts should fry it.
- Man 1: I've just lost the signal.
- Man 2: It's got to be in here.
- Man 1: Where's the damn case?
- Come on. Let's go.
- Shh.

Novak: You religious?
Martine: Seriously? That's the line you're going with?
Novak: No, I'm just curious if you believe in a higher power. Imagine if the world had utterly changed, and no one had noticed a thing. I'm talking about an international stealth operation to acquire and shutter every company researching artificial intelligence.
Martine: Artificial intelligence? That's a real thing?
Novak: Oh, it's here. I think an AI slipped into the world unannounced, then set out to strangle its rivals in the crib. And I know I'm on to something, because my sources keep disappearing. My editor got reassigned. And now my job's gone. More and more, it just feels like I was the only one investigating the story
[Looks at his companion]
Novak: I'm sorry. I'm sure I sound like a real conspiracy nut.
Martine: No, I understand. You're saying an artificial intelligence bought your paper so you'd lose your job and your flight would be canceled. And you'd end up back at this bar
[Mood suddenly turns ominous]
Martine: where the only security camera would go out. And the bartender would have to leave suddenly after getting an emergency text. The world has changed. You should know you're not the only one who figured it out. You're one of three. The other two will die in a traffic accident in Seattle in 14 minutes.

Andrew: Where am I? That woman in my loft, she... tazed me.
John: 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: I don't understand. Um... who are you? What are you going to do to me?
John: 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: 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: 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: 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: No, they uh, they can. I can and you - I... I don't think that you're going to kill me.
John: No?
Andrew: No because I can see inside that you're a good person. You're a good man.
John: "Good".
[chuckles]
John: 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: Please, you y-y-you don't want to do something that you're going to regret.
John: Which do you think I'll regret more - letting you live or letting you die? Andrew, help me make a good decision.

Root: We're gonna steal a jet.
Sameen: That does sound kinda fun.
John: Send me a postcard.

Sherlock: [from WGN America's "Prime Crime" crossover ad with "Elementary"] We solve mysteries and fight crime.
Harold: We solve mysteries and stop crimes before they start.
Sherlock: We use deductive logic.
Harold: We use cutting-edge technology.
Sherlock: I have a beautiful and alluring partner.
Harold: [beat] So do I.
[Reese gives him a look]
Joan: Awkward.

Detective: Yeah, that Paula girl? I lost her. She gave me the slip.
John: [Sarcastic] Well, good work, Detective.
Detective: I'm sorry, okay? Look, another thing. I think she bought a firearm.
John: You lost her and she weaponed up? You better stick to your day job.

- Did you know?
- Was she one of those numbers that came up again and again?
- What I know, Mr. Reese...
- Is that new Rochelle happened before we started working together.
- Because of that, there was nothing that either one of us could have done.

- Harold.
- There is more to life than just work.
- Much more.
- I really do appreciate your efforts,
- Nathan.
- But I feel like if it was meant to be, it would've already happened.
- I just want you to be happy, my friend.
- And I am.

- Three hundred, twenty-thousand.
- Hey, what are we doing here?
- That's your guy.
- His name is sven.
- He's an antique dealer down in the village.
- We call him "the Swede."

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

- I thought I fixed this.
- You haven't found a single anomaly in this woman's life.
- She's honest, decent, doesn't seem to have any dark secrets...
- Doesn't harbor ill will toward anyone.
- Which is what sets her apart from everyone else here.
- That and a passionate love for Charles dickens.

John: Looks like I lost Jack. Finch, how many squids are there in the city right now?
Harold: Approximately 6,000. Why do you ask?
John: I think we're gonna need backup just to find them. All hands on deck.

- My father had his secrets.
- He didn't know a damn thing about birds.
- Apparently, I was a fussy baby.
- And the only way to calm me down was to take me outside and watch the birds.
- He wanted to tell me all about them.
- So, he learned all of it for me.

- Man: Let's go! Move!
- Hurry!
- Come on.
- This way. This way.
- We haven't forgotten about Simon.

- Listen, Kara, there's something you need to...
- Sorry, John. Nothing personal.
- Something funny?
- I got the same orders as you.

- Every life matters. You taught me that.
- The numbers, our identities, they all mean something.
- It all adds up to something.
- All of this matters. We all matter.
- You got your friends into this mess.
- The least you can do is get them out of it.

John: This isn't over, Finch. The man wrote 78 pages to fight a speeding ticket.
Harold: I know. He's not gonna give up. And neither are the people who know about the machine.
John: So what the hell are we gonna do?
Harold: A good friend once showed me that, even with an intractable problem, one can still find a way to do the right thing.

Detective: At first, I thought I was helping to clean up the streets. Who's gonna miss some drug money from a lowlife dealer? Then it became who's gonna miss the dealer.

- He's breaking in, Finch.
- I need some information now.
- Homeowner's last name is tulley.
- He's a police officer.
- John, you've gotta stop Cahill.
Danny: Daddy. Daddy, you're home.
- Hi, bud.
- Time for all good boys to be asleep.
- Cahill: Later, champ. Sleep tight.
- Mr. Reese, it appears you're not the only person working undercover.

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

- Excuse me. For a moment,
- I thought you said you didn't get it.
- I didn't get the Bible, cyril.
- But I still can.
- I'll think of something.
- Do you have any idea what's at stake?
- How much money we're talking about?
- My associates in Prague don't take kindly to people who Welch on their debt.
- Let me remind you.

- Shaw: The elevator is freefalling.
- Modern elevators do not freefall,
- Ms. Shaw.
- Tell that to kruger.
- Kruger's voice: You can't fight the technology.
- Somebody has disabled the auto-safety features.
- The elevators aren't networked.
- I can't access them.

- Why? What are you thinking?
- Thanks.
- FBI's got Powell, but they have no idea they're dropping him off...
- Into the hands of the assassins.
- Finch: What can I do?
- Send me the most direct route from the 8th precinct to the courthouse.
- Doing it now.

- Normally, she'd be given up for adoption by now...
- But she had medical issues, like her bronchitis.
- She'll find a home soon.
- Thank you, nurse.
- Hello, Leila.
- Now, who in the world would wanna hurt you?

Harold: Mr. Tao, we don't have much time.
Leon: What? Who are you?
John: The guy who helped me save your life tonight... for the second time.
Leon: Oh. You're the boss. Never did figure John here for upper management.

- It isn't wise to sneak up on people.
- I wasn't sneaking.
- This is my place.
- But those drugs aren't mine.
- What do you mean?
- I mean someone must have put them there.
- Someone? Who?

- Stop right there.
- Pop the trunk please.
- I have monsieur bertrand,
- NATO defense minister of intelligence.

- Fine, but we'll use the shadow map to get there.
- And as soon as we help John, you promise to go underground.
- Man: Get that one.
- You take that room.
- They're cutting us off.
- This way.

- More manpower, fewer rules.
- Man: Yes, it was almost catastrophic.
- Luckily the bomber was an amateur.
- It failed to go off.
- That's because we haven't received any numbers in over a week.
- The threat to the program is much greater than we thought.
- Hang on.

- Was he tall, dark hair, in a suit?
- That's him.
- He said you were the original arresting officer...
- Informed me to tell you we have him in custody.
- He's going to be here for a long time.
- Thank you, warden.
- One other thing. Do you have any other
- Americans in your prison?
- One or two.
- Thanks.

- Did it have anything to do with your uncle Derek?
- Is that why you didn't come to him?
- I don't trust him.
- Why?
- What my dad said.
- Before that man put a bullet in his head...
- He said it was Derek's fault.

Harold: [Running down the hall, he passes a framed drawing on the wall] Look. It's an original Degas.
Root: [Takes the drawing down and sets on the floor] You'll thank me later.
[Enemy operatives come toward them, firing weapons. Several bullets hit the wall where the drawing used to hang. She smiles at Finch]
Root: What good is saving the world, Harry, if we can't enjoy it?

- What I see here are two people who stopped talking to one another...
- Whose frustration turned to hatred.
- Although, unlike other couples, you've opted for murder instead of divorce.
- I suppose I should commend you for being so goal-orientated.
- No. No, you don't look like monsters.
- In fact, you used to look like you were very much in love.

Detective: This New Rochelle business - The car accident, the cover up, Jessica. You knew what I'd find, didn't you?
Harold: Knowing isn't always a blessing, detective.

- From him? No.
- No. He wasn't a real threat.
- But did you notice that your security cameras have been off all afternoon?
- I wonder why Ricky here begged you to work a shift today.
- Two words: Inside job.

- Reese: Oh.
- Girl after my own heart.
- Mr. Reese?
- Yeah.
- We have one other problem.
- Vargas' informant has detective fusco.
- And his life is most certainly in danger.
- Mr. Reese, I'm not sure we have time to save them both.

- And the last place didn't have any skylights.
- Who the hell are you?
- I think we may have gotten this backwards.
- Reese: My hester's not the identity thief, which means yours is.
- I know.
- Something wrong, Harold?

- Well, Matthew's got at least one enemy.
- And frank's got two.

- Perez may have been that blond bitch's target, but she's locked on Simon now.
- She's getting instructions in her earpiece.
- She's in god mode.
- We need to keep Simon out of samaritan's sight.
- This is why the machine gave us the shadow map.
- Shaw: No cameras here.

- Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.
- You will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we I! Find you.
- Man 1 [over phone]: You hear?
- Moretti's getting out of the slammer.
- Man 2 [over phone]: Moretti? You think Elias knows?
- Man 1: I think Elias arranged it.
- Wants him out in the open.

Arthur: Your machine - is it wonderful?
Harold: 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.

- We came to bust it up.
- Carter.
- You know, we got a tip as well.
- Bunch of corrupt cops were gonna kill some Russians over a pile of missing drugs.
- Mind if we look in your trunk?

- Drink very bad coffee with unemployed college graduates?
- Pafience, John.
- Are you in, Shaw?
- Fifteenth floor, just like you asked.
- You wanna tell me where I'm going?
- First door, down on your left.
- You'll need to let yourself in.
- Oh, you might wanna use your silencer.

- You've always been so practical, tethering me to reality when I spin away.
- You know I love you.
- I don't say it often enough, but I do.
- I know.
- There are a lot of things about you I know.
- I love you too.
- I know.

Nurse: Leila's a safe-haven baby. Dr. Adalian himself found her outside the clinic.
Harold: So who applied for her social security number?
Nurse: 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: Thank you, nurse.
[Nurse leaves. Harold looks at the baby, the most recent number]
Harold: Hello, Leila. Now who in the world would want to hurt you?

- All right.
- Oh, dear.
- Look at it. It's squishy.
- Maddy: Come on.
- Come on.
- We got him back.

Sameen: Mrs. Claypool, do you know of anyone who'd want to hurt your husband?
Diane: Arthur? No. He was - is the most gentle man. Why would you ask?
Sameen: His security detail.
Diane: Oh, them. No. They're just here because of where he worked.
Sameen: And where was that?
Diane: The National Security Agency. He would not want me to tell you that, but I don't really see the point in hiding it anymore.
Sameen: Your husband must be a pretty important guy.
Diane: I wouldn't know. He never talked to me about his work, so I finally just stopped asking, and then we kind of stopped talking altogether.
Sameen: Talking's overrated.
[Diane glances at her]
Sameen: I mean, that must have been really hard.

Harold: Had I known what we'd be up against now, I might have handled things differently.

- For our children to walk down the street and not be afraid.
- Show me where those explosives are.
- The location is not on the map.
- Then you'll take us to them.
- For our children.
- For our children.

George: [after getting directions from Root] So we're going to 23rd and 5th because?
John: It's complicated.

[to Maxine]
Zoe: You know, it's a pleasure meeting you. But it's a shame we never met.

- Will he get better?
- I don't know, baby.
- But hey, as long as we got each other, you and I are gonna be fine.
- Okay?
- Come here.

- That the only way to stay alive is to work with us.
- Thanks for the backup.
- Uh, if I'm not there next time...
- I want you to be prepared.
- Not exactly standard issue.
- Should I ask where you got these?
- Probably best if you don't.

Harold: It might be good to have someone near the doctor. I'll stay here.
John: I'll handle the park and assess the threat on Amy. Eh, Finch? Are you gonna be okay here?
Harold: Even if I had a phobia, Mr. Reese, now would not be the time for it.

Special: We can't afford to sit around here with or without the deputy's help. I don't think we're on the trail of just a missing person here. I think Rollins is dead, and he may not be the only one.I think we're on the trail of a cold-blooded killer.
John: And you didn't want to share this earlier?

- Looks like an accident.
- Go around them.
- Please! Can you help us?
- Keep going.
- Get out!
- Police! Drop your weapon!

- And actually, you are the guest here at samaritan's research terminals.
- Mr. Travers.
- Show me the hard drive or I'll have you arrested.
- You are putting thousands of innocent lives in danger.
- Stop it now.
- There. Stopped.

- Samaritan will see through your cover instantly...
- Endangering you and everyone you're close to.
- Cop 1: N.Y.P.D. Put your hands behind your back.
- Up against the wall.
- Cop2: He's clean.
- Reese: We just lost the number, Finch.

- 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.

- Stanton: Tell me where he is.
- We can do this all night.
- Look at me.
- Sooner or later you're gonna start talking to me.
- Let's try some non-verbal communication.

Joss: We got a rap sheet on this old gangster?
Detective: Reads like a phone book. Armed robbery, racketeering; He was charged with homicide in the mid '70s.
Joss: [Looks] Marlene Elias? What was that?
Detective: Uh, 1973. The murder charge he skated on. Victim was Marlene Elias.
Joss: The evidence was stolen from lockup a couple weeks back.
Detective: Evidence was stolen from a 40-year-old cold case?
Joss: And the murder weapon.

- I lied because cops don't hire wingmen.
- The guys find out, they'll bust my chops to my grave.
- Well, the day's not done.
- And your friend paid in advance, so...
- What? You want to keep going?
- You're a hero. We should capitalize on that.
- I have another event we could catch.
- What's the worst that could happen?

- I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything.
- Violent crimes involving ordinary people.
- The government considers these people irrelevant.
- Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.
- You will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we 7! Find you.

- This way, I can learn from your mistakes.
- What will it be, then?
- Will you give your life to save your human agents?
- My human agents share my beliefs.
- That this world belongs to them.
- So be it.

Harold: The number we've received is for a girl named Theresa Whitaker. Some disciplinary trouble, but basically a good kid.
John: Well, the machine did spit out her number, so she must be caught up in something. Where can I find her?
Harold: As I told you, Mr. Reese, this situation is somewhat unique. You see, Theresa Whitaker should be right here.
[Shows him a grave stone]
Harold: She was murdered, along with the rest of her family. Two years ago.
John: So we're looking for a ghost?

- So Vanessa's guilty, we turn her over to a corrupt cop who might be trying to kill her?
- And if she's innocent, we let her go free, at which point, she may still be trying to kill somebody.
- We need to figure out which flawed plan is best.
- I can help with that.

- Carter.
- Finch: Hello, detective.
- I need to find our friend.
- We have a big problem.
- Finch: You'll find him at the department of city planning.

- when I figured out I was different.
- What's that?
- R-22.
- They must have punctured the pipes for the building's ac.
- We'll be dizzy in ten seconds, unconscious in 40.
- What happens after that?
- You don't wanna know. Come on.

- You haven't changed.
- It's like going back in a time machine.
- And you look exactly the same as the day we met.
- Wanna get lit?
- Maybe after dinner.
- Shaw: Prosecutor's on the move.
- You should've stayed home.

- We need to do some legwork.
- Right.
- I'm in position. Make a quick vis.
- Mr. Trask? It's John Hayes in 521.
- I'm having a bit of a problem.
- Trask [over phone]: I'll be right there.
- Damn it, damn it, damn it.

- so maybe the best we can do is trust each other.
- Very well.
- But there's an urgent matter now that requires your attendance after you're finished.
- There's a system listening through every microphone, watching you through every camera.

- You'd do best to remember that.
- Doctor?
- Once the procedure begins, are you planning on using the saphenous vein?
- No, I'll use the internal mammary artery for graphs...
- Which anyone with an md will tell you shows the best results.
- But thank you for your unnecessary concern, Mr. Rains.

- Here we go. Now, can you see me?
- Excellent. Next question.
- Who am I?

- Edwards just framed this guy for robbery.
- That's not all.
- It doesn't appear that this is the first time...
- Edwards has framed someone like this.
- I believe our new number may be something of a vigilante.
- Reese: Then who's his next target?

Alistair: Do you know why a good barman favors larger ice cubes?
John: They melt slower.
Alistair: And they don't dilute the whiskey, the way a tight plan doesn't obscure its objectives.
[Looks at Reese's weapon]
Alistair: Is that to protect you from me?
John: No, but it might help against your sentry at the door. The silencer poking out of his crossword section was a pretty good giveaway.

Arthur: After 9/11, the government had everyone and their cat trying to build a system that could watch everything.
Harold: They came to you as well.
Arthur: Yes. I told them the only way they could achieve what they wanted was to build something that not only watched, but understood what it was watching.
Harold: An AI.
Arthur: I know you always said artificial intelligence was a fool's errand, Harold, but I was this close.
Harold: Close?
Arthur: To making Samaritan operational. Truth is, I couldn't get it to work. I mean, I could've, if those pinhead bureaucrats would have just given me a few more weeks. I know I could have cracked it.
Harold: And that's when Congress shut you down.
Arthur: Well, not just us. All the programs. Stellar Wind, Tides, Genysis, Futuremap, Genoa. Within six months, they were all gone. They came for Samaritan February 25, 2005. For fear of "Violating civil liberties," or so they said.
Harold: And you thought there was another reason.
Arthur: The government wanted a system, Harold. They weren't just going to give up. They let Congress shut us down, all except for that piece of crap Prism, but that was just to throw anyone off the scent.
Harold: Of what?
Arthur: They'd already found it. Someone else had got there first.

Detective: Five or six heavily armed men were chasing a guy matching the description of our witness. His name's Charlie Burton, by the way. Found out he had groceries delivered twice a month from the bodega, And he wasn't dodging bullets by himself.
Joss: Who was he with?
Detective: Some tall guy in a suit - Definitely not with the Russians. Shot one of them in the knee before they got away. What? You know him?
Joss: It's just someone I've been tracking for a while.

- I don't think
- Easton's 6:00 am. Job is on the clock.
- Guy's breaking in.
- Got any intel on this building, Finch?
- Private equity firm handling accounts in the hundreds of millions.
- Firm would most certainly have its share of valuable information.
- I think he's here to steal it.

Martin: The world has changed, Monica. There is no value placed on outdated notions like patriotism anymore. And companies like ours, we have to constantly look forward to the future so that we can prepare for what comes next.
Monica: And what's that? Selling information instead of protecting it?
Martin: Controlling it. Because whoever controls information will control the future.

Harold: The government considers these people irrelevant.
- We don't.
- Greer: But to it, you are all irrelevant.
- Victim or perpetrator, if you stand in its way.
Harold: We 7! Find you.

- She ditched you.
- She's going alone on this one.
- She doesn't want any help.
- They'll kill her if they figure out what she's up to, John.
- We'd better find her then.
- Let's split up. Spread out in case
- Finch comes up with her location.

Zoe: I heard you came back from the dead.
Sameen: Yeah, only eight more lives left.

- You will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we 7! Find you.
- Passenger: Pull over here, cabby.
- You want to make 500 dollars?
- Give me your number, circle the block, wait for my call.
- You get the other half when you pick me up.

Brandon: You want a tip? Never get hitched without a prenup.
John: Here's a better one. Never get in a car with strangers.
[Puts a bag over Boyd's head]

- Finch?
- We need to meet, Mr. Reese.
- We've just received another number.

- Okay. Time for a little test drive.
- Let's see what you can do.
Dealer: Change, 150.
- Good luck.
- Bets up.

- These people were going to kill you before you could expose them.
- If you never mention the code, they won't have any reason to come after you anymore. Understand?
[Sighs] Fine.
- I promise.
- I'll lie.

- And it reminds me of Dana.
- Also they tried to kill you.
- Well, there's that too.
- You wanna get out of here?
- Where are we going?
- To do something illegal.

- I'm heading downtown to help our friend.
- I suggest you do the same.
- John will almost certainly need your help.
- You son of a bitch.
- If you're not the mole, then who is?
- I know exactly who the mole is.
- I know everyone who's in hr.
- When we get done with this, we're gonna take them all down.

- 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 will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we I! Find you.

John: Lot of mayhem just to figure out they still loved each other.
Harold: I suppose anything is worthwhile when life gives you a second chance to be with the one you love.

Harold: I'm surprised, Mr. Reese. That nice young lady seemed somehow impervious to your charms.
John: That "nice young lady" had a .45 pointed at me under her desk!

- Relax, kid.
- Cahill will talk us out of this.
- And if he can't, he'll just kill him.
- I never met a guy who hated cops as much as this guy.
- Okay, so, what's taking him so long? Huh?
- If he calls backup, then we're all dead.
- He doesn't have backup.
- I'm all paid up with hr.

- The men that we're tracking...
- Are any of them near marbury high school in Brooklyn?
- Finch: Yes. Why?
- That's where Carter's son goes to school.
- What was the accident?
- Is my mom gonna be all right?
- Cop: It's too soon to tell, but I'll take you right to the hospital.

- These aren't exactly drug lords.
- Safe bet, makris is forcing them to do this.
- Lou's is the only number that came up.
- Why is he in more danger than the others?
- Maybe because he's skimming off the laundered money.
- And if makris is found out...
- I bet he'd kill anyone to protect his investment.

- Yeah, stupid bastard shot me where I had plenty of padding.
- Would have gone for the head shot myself.
- Course, you got plenty of padding there, too.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Thank you, truly.
- Shut up and drive, Lionel.

- 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.

- Man: A little more irrigation, please.
- Soon you'll forget it's even there.

John: I was supposed to save you, but I was too late. You've ingested polonium, Doctor. You're dying.
Dr. Richard Nelson: This is insane. How do - who are you?
John: Nosebleeds, jaundice, hair falling out. It's radiation poisoning.
Dr. Richard Nelson: I'm aware how radiation affects the body, but how do you know all this?
John: You were poisoned a few hours ago, which means, in less than 24 hours, you will be dead. I'm sorry, Doctor.
Dr. Richard Nelson: I-I don't understand. How - Who would want me dead?
John: You would know better than I. Look, you can stay there and die in that bed, or you can get up and help me find the bastard who murdered you.

- Hello?
- Hello?
- 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.

John: This is Detective Fusco. He's a... f-friend.

- Thank you for coming. And thank you.
- The system's being hacked.
- Mr. Reese?
- Delancey: You know...
- -Mr. Reese? Reese: Confetti.
- Powell's being set up.

- Su: You know, I've been thinking...
- You and I might want to renegotiate our deal.
- You know, in our business, thinking...
- Is the most dangerous thing you can start doing.
- Well, maybe I take the shipment directly to iOS...
- Cut you out.

- Amy has to be Joey's kid.
- But she's not.
- Hospital records show that her daddy was called frank Stephens.
- Was?
- Killed in Afghanistan.
- He was a soldier in the 107th.
- Same unit as Joey.

- Don't worry, Lou, my associate will make sure makris thinks you've been eliminated.
- So you think I'll be able to come back?
- Maybe, eventually.
- At my age, there's, heh-heh, not much eventually left.

- Pick up the pills.
- Swallow them.

SAIC: 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]
SAIC: This one - Mark Snow - fits the description of your Man In The Suit.
Joss: Really?
SAIC: We believe Donnelly was onto them. They found out and killed him.
Joss: So does that mean the Bureau's case against The Man In The Suit is...
SAIC: Closed. Officially. As for Donnelly, we'll deal with the Agency on our end. You take care Detective.

- Fahey: Victor, you don't have an ID.
- You don't have an alibi for being on the island and for being at the boatyard.
- I told you I was passing through.
- Recognize this? It's yours.
- You've got a lot of d-rings. It's kind of weird, unless you're a climber...
- Or in the military.

- Is the building on fire?
- I'm sure everything's fine, Mrs. F...
- But I'm gonna go check it out.
Lily: I come home and things have moved, like he's been in my apartment.
- I'm scared of what he's going to do.
- Reese: This isn't over. Trask will try again. And he's still obsessed with Lily.
- Perhaps we should consider more aggressive tactics.

Detective: I assume you heard my conversation with Moss.
Harold: I hear everything, Detective.
Detective: So you know he thinks I'm qualified to join the feds.
Harold: Well, what do you think?
Detective: I just think it'll be a great opportunity, assuming I get in.
Harold: You're concerned about the polygraph.
Detective: Considering I've been lying about you guys for over a year, a little.
Harold: 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: Yeah, it's just a machine, right? I mean, how smart can it be?
Harold: Exactly. Just a machine.

Sameen: You know the last time I used a blowtorch was to get intel from an uncooperative source. Now, you either tell me what we're here to do, or I walk.
Root: Honestly? Most of the time, I'm told what to do a second before I have to do it. The big picture, that's hers. The only thing I know for sure is I need you.

Harold: Ah, welcome back, Mr. Reese. I see your time in Italy was a sartorial success.
John: What can I say? New suit, new man.
Sameen: New Number.

- But are you certain you bluejacked
- Daniel's phone?
- This morning. Why?
- He must have a second one.
- You said it was handled, santi.
- Santiago: Relax. I'm on it.
- Well, you better be, otherwise I'm gonna keep the rest of your fee, got it?
- Mr. Reese, it's not the Maryland militia we need to worry about.
- The bomber just contacted Daniel Drake.
- He's the one who tried to kill his wife.

- And as for wynn's blood, aconitine only shows up if you're looking for it.
- With wynn's history of heart trouble...
- They weren't looking.
- Now, I am sorry that you lost your friend.
- But if you leave now, when you are dead wrong...
- You're gonna lose me too.

- Nice to meet you.
- Glad you could make it, Lionel.
- Sorry about all the paperwork.
- Yeah, I'm getting used to it.
- These guys don't quit.
- We ain't never gonna be safe.
- Take your sister and hide.
- How many rounds you got?
- Enough, lhope.

- Give me your gun.
- You're right, you know.
- I couldn't kill Doug.
- I couldn't pull the trigger.
- I'm not a killer.
- The gun, the gun.
- Well, lucky for you, I am.

John: Did you tell Brandon Boyd that a drug trial was about to fail?
Dr. Richard Nelson: What? I don't know. Maybe at the club.
John: Well, he turned around and used that information to bet against Philia stock, made $500 million.
Dr. Richard Nelson: Son of a bitch. $1/2 billion?
John: Off your tip. You're the leak, Doc.
Dr. Richard Nelson: There's an investigation?
John: They don't know the insider yet. I'm guessing VAC Capital plans to keep it that way.
Dr. Richard Nelson: Instead they killed me?
John: You're the liability. You had to go.
Dr. Richard Nelson: I'm a doctor. People ask me things all the time, advice. You know, that drug and this diet and - Oh it's just an excuse. What I did was wrong, and now I'm a dead man. All because I couldn't keep my mouth shut.
John: You made a mistake. That doesn't mean that you have to die.

- 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 will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we I! Find you.

Harold: About that... I don't like firearms.
John: Neither do I. But if someone's going to have them, I'd rather it be me.

- Someone here?
- I just came here to talk.
- Why don't you come out where I can see you?

- Yeah, but I'm not a very good hitter.
- I used to have the same problem.
- You know what helped?
- Every night, I'd close my eyes.
- Imagine myself hitting one out of the park.
- I realized it was all about timing.
- Wanna give it a try? Go ahead.

- Have you ever lied to people you work with?
- Have you ever knowingly associated with a wanted criminal?
- Have you...?

Arthur: He is not deceived who knows himself to be deceived.

Byron: Titus will here soon, and we both know he's not be as patient as I'm. So for the last time, Leon: Where is the rest of our money?
Leon: Double dip recession man. It happens. You don't want me to bet against America with your money, did you?

Detective: Nice badge. You wanna give me a warning next time you do something like that?
John: But that would ruin the surprise.

- Come help me out.
Link: I'll go get the key.
- Listen, I got a little text from thornhill.
- She said I could name my price if I save your ass.
- Hey, thanks for the spa day, sunshine.
- I'm not done with you yet.

Diane: I was concerned that you might disrupt my attempts to get close to Arthur. However, you proved to be quite useful, saving him from those misguided privacy terrorists and arranging it so I could meet your employer, who I've heard so much about. By the way, I didn't catch your last name, Harold.
Harold: What is it that you want from Arthur?
Diane: Just information. The location of his greatest achievement, Samaritan.
Arthur: Samar - No. Samaritan was destroyed.
Diane: I know the official story, Arthur. I also know about the drives. So where are they?
Arthur: [Confused] I don't know what you're talking about.
Harold: All right, stop it. He's telling you the truth. He doesn't know.
Diane: I'll find out soon enough. And since you and I have had the good fortune of meeting, you can help me recover something else that belongs to me. *Your* greatest achievement.
Harold: Oh, I'm afraid I can't do that.
Diane: One of you is going to tell me what it is I want to know. And whoever does, will be the one who gets to leave here... alive.

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: 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: Arthur destroyed the drives.
Root: Are you sure? The bank manager, Karen Wallace?
Harold: 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: Who was in the vault with us, then?
Root: That's my problem now.

Dr. Ronald Carmichael: You know, Robin, we're all fallible.
Root: Well, not all of us. I suppose it's you that needs therapy. It sounds like you have a lot to work on.
Dr. Ronald Carmichael: I can help you, Robin. You suffer from delusions of grandeur, something caused by your underlying condition.
Root: It's not a condition, it's the future. By the time you figure out what's really happening, I'll have transcended this reality.
Dr. Ronald Carmichael: Why does your transcendence require your imprisonment in this facility?
Root: She has a plan.
Dr. Ronald Carmichael: Which is what?
Root: I don't know yet. But I can't wait to find out.

- The rest of you check the roof.
- Come with me, I can help you.
- No one can help me.
- But I swear,
- I did not kill my husband.
- No! Wait!

- she knows my cover ID.
- If I go back to the subway,
- I might be leading the enemy right to you.
- We'll deal with the machine.
- You have to capture the assassin and find out who she works for.
- Happy hunting, John.
- Yeah, I'm more fox than hound right now.

John: Let me guess. You're looking to strike a deal with Virtanen.
Zoe: No, not this time.
John: I thought everyone had an angle.
Zoe: I know this girl once. Naive. She got a tough lesson on the way the world works. That reminds me of Dana.
John: Also, they tried to kill you.
Zoe: Well, there's that, too.

- Val is the most accurate and most popular voice-activated search app in the country.
- Here comes Anna, Harold.
- So the transcribers create a record of each user's questions and check val's responses.
- Human intelligence...
- Backing up an artificial one.
- Mazer: Exactly.
- Now, let's find a spot where we can chat.
- Yes, by all means.

[first lines]
[black screen, a telephone bell rings twice]
Root: [beep] If you can hear this, you're alone. The only thing left of us is the sound of my voice.
[fade into the abandoned subway station base of operations]
Root: I don't know if any of us made it. Did we win? Did we lose? I don't know. I'm not even sure I even know what victory would mean anymore.
[reabandoned, camera turning to show scorch marks and small debris on the floor, an absence of any furniture, and the train no longer there, a brick wall destroyed exposing an empty tunnel]
Root: But either way, it's over. So let me tell you who we were. Let me tell you who *you* are... and how we fought back.

- Boss.
- How you doing, Anthony?
- I've seen worse.
- They want inside the vault.
- Yeah, and I want them to release you.

- He cost Powell his job.
- So why would Powell be working a fundraiser for Delancey?
- Does he own any registered weapons?
- Carter said he applied for a firearms license, a rifle.
- These are death threats, Mr. Reese.
- Powell's not here for a job.
- He's going to assassinate Delancey.

- He'll either be there or he'll be at lifetrace, where he has access to the computers.
- Planning his next attack.
- I'll check it out.
- I'll hit the apartment.
- Perhaps you should rest, Mr. Kruger.
- You've had quite a day.
- Hm...

- Aren't we supposed to be saving lives here?
- Look at what's happened to this city today.
- If this conversation goes badly...
- Imagine what it will look like when two gods go to war.
Root: It's not our choice to make, Harold.
- I got a message from the machine.
- She says it's time.

- Come on, Murray, let's go!
- Finch: I don't understand. The robbery should have taken place at the last stop.
- All you've got left is DeWitt grocery.
- That's inconsequential compared...
- Stay here.

Owen: So, I'm sitting at my kitchen this morning, having my breakfast-toast, dry, butter's bad for your heart.
John: Almost as bad as a cartel hit man.

- Found something.
- One plate comes up three times today.
- Someone's following the truck.
- I got guys headed this way with guns.
- Southeast corner.
- Go, go, go.
- What's happening, Mr. Reese?
Tommy: John, back here. Help!
- Finch: Mr. Reese?

- Who stands to benefit most from veldt's death?
- Did another company plot it?
- Gives new meaning to the phrase hostile takeover.
- I'm extending an element of trust to you, Mr. Tao.
- Please resist the temptation to test the limits of my system.
- Do I seem like the kind of guy who'd let you down?

John: I wasn't supposed to help Tommy. I was supposed to stop him.
Detective: Yeah, well, most inside jobs, guy leaves a door open, takes a cut. Guy comes out blasting like this, he better have a well thought-out exit strategy.

- 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.
- And then all is forgiven.
- Consider it done.

- Get me whatever I want.
- And right now, I want my damn money.
- In Brighton beach. Tonight.
- Now, y'all mess that up,
- I will kill you both.
- Now we know who's weak, who's in charge and how to hurt them.
- What's step six, man?
- Well, that's the fun part. Come on.

- It could take 15 minutes for an entire day, and to do that,
- I need an elite admin code.
- Only the head of it has it on a key fob that...
- Then stop wasting time, and go get that code!
- While you do that,
- I'll stay here and find that call.
- And remember, keep me out of your line of sight.

Detective: You're CIA. I met plenty like you in the green zone. So why are you worried about me?
Mark: Because of the man you're chasing. He's dangerous.
Detective: He saved my life. What was that, an accident?
Mark: No. Just proves he still has good instincts.
Detective: Do you even know him?
Mark: Yeah. I was his best friend.
Detective: Then why do you want him so bad?
Tyrell: Because he used to kill people for his country. Now he just kills them. His victims. The ones that we know of. For some he deserves a medal. For some, the chair.
Detective: Why are you telling me this?
Mark: 'Cause we want you to know who he is. He's an incredibly dangerous, incredibly gifted man who's been almost destroyed by the things he was made to do. He's always looking for someone to trust, but his paranoia makes trust impossible.
[Puts a picture on the table]
Detective: I don't understand.
Mark: Kara Stanton, his CIA handler. They were a team. Inseparable, saved each other's lives a dozen times, and then...
Tyrell: He killed her. Then disappeared. We thought he was dead. Gave him his star on the wall at Langley. Then three months ago, you ran his prints. Brought him back from the dead.
Mark: We want to bring him back in before he kills anyone else. Before he kills himself. We want to help him.
Detective: So where do I come in to all of this?
Mark: We think he trusts you. Like he trusted her.

- Guard: Coming out. Open on one.
- I'm ready, detective. I've e-mailed you the details of my plan for John's escape.
- All you have to do...
- Carter: [Over earpiece]: Won't be necessary, Finch.
- Situation's under control.
- And, by the way, you owe me a phone.

- And he smiled at me, and he asked me if I wanted one.
- Does he live here with you?
- No, he doesn't. Um, he used to.
- I lost him two years ago.
- There was an accident.
- I'm sorry.

Kara: Welcome back, John.
John: Kara. I thought you were...
Kara: Dead? I wasn't very good at it. Of course, neither were you.
[Turns to Mark]
Kara: Our friend here, on the other hand, who sent us to kill each other, I suspect he'll be great at it.
Mark: John.
John: Mark.
[Looks to see that he has a bomb vest stuck to him]
Mark: Looks just like mine. Welcome to the party.

- Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.
- You will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we I! Find you.
- Snow [on monitor]: Got eyes on Reese. Kill the cameras.
- Time to come home, John.
- Slate's been wiped clean.
- Reese: You know that will never happen.

- Look out for yourself, denton.
- One of us is already dead.
- I'd hate to lose any more.
- I have a personal situation.
- I might be out of reach for a few days.
- Denton, we can always reach you.

Detective: Brighton beach is Russian territory. So what's the L.C.N. doing here?
Detective: You kidding? There's a war going on. Half a dozen V.I.P.s in the Russian mob were taken out last month. Word is Benny's boss ordered the hits. This was retribution.
Joss: So who's his boss?
Detective: We don't know much Other than a name: Elias.
[Carter perks in recognition]
Detective: You heard of him?
Joss: Oh, yeah. We go way back. One of his guys took a shot at me last week.

Root: Real world is essentially a simulation anyway.

Harold: I've located the end users receiving the traffic.
Monica: You mean the spies?
Harold: Yes. It appears that we may have underestimated the scale of the operation.
Monica: [Looks] That's over half of our senior-level employees in every department.
Harold: All this rerouted traffic seems to be coming from an unending number of networks belonging to the government.
Monica: Military, banking institutions. These are Rylatech clients. But how - Our routers and switches. They've been compromised. They have back doors. The spies aren't spying on Rylatech. They're using Rylatech's technology...
Harold: To spy on the entire country.

- Why are you in the bank?
- We have a meeting with the vp of corporate strategy.
- Agent: Your ID.
- Finch: Did you get what you wanted?
- All the money chapple stole.
- More than 30 million.
- Can you do anything with the accounts?

- We got a 911 call.
- Someone's having a heart attack?
- Sorry, we 're required to check.
- If you'd just let us in.
- What was that ambulance doing out front?

- What happened last night?
- The man we thought to be Casey's bodyguard attempted to sell the laptop to the Chinese.
- Our agent arrived and neutralized him.
- Then proceeded to dispatch several others.

John: Darlene and Evan Cole. Your former partner's parents.
Sameen: Dead partner.
John: The government framed Cole as a domestic terrorist. I thought you might come back here to set the record straight.
Sameen: How'd you figure that?
John: It's what I'd do.
Sameen: Control killed their son. They didn't need to take their memory of him. Even the CIA wouldn't stoop that low. They'd just sweep their mess under the rug and give him a star on the wall.
John: Your former employers killed Cole for discovering the truth, and nothing's stopping them from killing his parents, too. But you already know this. That's why you're out here and not in there.
Sameen: Next time you want some fresh air, pick a different spot.
John: A friend once told me, in our line of work, we walk in the dark. Doesn't mean we have to walk in it alone.

Harold: 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.

John: 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.

- Can we get some Tequila shots, please?
- Right away.
- A million?
- You trust Leon with that much of your money?
- Absolutely not, but I'm afraid it's the cost of doing business.
- Oh, wow!

- And where is Rudy?
- This isn't a scan.
- It's an interrogation.
- Is everything all right?
- No.
- Whoever the threat against claypool is, they're already here.
- Freeze! Don't move.
- Ms. Shaw?
- So much for being quick.

- What was the plan?
- You wanted to kill people, but we got you.
- Stopped you.
- So it doesn't matter now.
- You may as well talk to me.
- The ferry. Tell me about the ferry.

- Can you hear me?
- What do we do now?
- Run.
- Get in the car!
- Cyrus!
- I guess you better answer that.

Harold: Pi. Can any of you tell me what it means?
[There's no response from the class]
Harold: I'll settle for an intelligent question here.
Lily: My friend has a question, Mr. Swift. "What is any of this good for, and when would we ever use it?"
Harold: 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.

John: 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.

- Oh?
- You don't feel the end justifies the means.
- I don't know.
- I know what it means to build something troubling...
- Because in the end, it might help people.
- And I know what it means to regret it, so I suppose you could say, it depends.
- Are you having second thoughts about what we're doing here?

- This was the machine's plan?
- She believes in saving your irrelevant numbers, Harold.
- And while you can't access any of your old bank accounts right now...
- Things are looking up.

John: I'd say you were a former MI-6, and your team; all ex-SAS.
Alistair: You're good on your feet, and you know your way around an asset. Ex-CIA? Smashing. How much do you cost?
John: Not for sale.
Alistair: 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: Because the doctor hasn't broken any of your rules yet.
Alistair: 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: You weren't expecting me.

John: I am looking for a friend of mine. I have a source that says you might be able to help.
[Shows him a picture of Root and Finch]
Leon: I have never seen either of them.
John: Take another look. My source is never wrong.
Leon: I've never seen either of them before in my life understand?
John: You're not lying. So why the hell am I here?
Leon: I have no idea, dude, truly.
John: [Looks around the bar, notices several armed patrons] You gotta be kidding me.
[Goes back to Leon]
John: Let me guess, you're in some kind of trouble A life-threatening kind. I can't believe it. I am the contingency, the backup.
Leon: The what?
John: He didn't want me to find if anything went wrong. He just wanted me to keep rescuing people. People like you. So what is it? You pissed these guys off somehow and they're about ready to kill you when I just happened to walk in the door?
Leon: No, we were just we were just talking...
Byron: [Interrupts] You are right, Detective. Leon stole a great deal of money from us and we're just about done talking when you walked in.
John: Listen, I don't have time for this. I need to find my friend, so I'll take Leon here and we're gonna leave.
Byron: [Puts a gun on the table] Leon stole more than enough, in fact to make it worth us killing a cop so maybe we can make a deal. You leave Leon here with us and you can keep looking for your friend.
John: You know, the guy who owned this badge would probably have accepted the market. But I'm not him.
Byron: So who are you?
John: The guy who shot him and stole his badge.

- Especially life.
- How's that for a statement?
- Anybody else want to put it to a vote?
- Phones in the bucket...
- And take out this garbage.
- We've got a lot of work to do.

The: Uncertainty, Romeo, Kilo. Family, Alpha, Mike. Reflections, Juliet, Oscar.

- -Carter. Fusco: Hey, it's me.
- Someone dropped a body in long island. Execution style.
- Think you wanna come take a look.
- You can't handle it?
- Trust me, you want to be here.
- It's got your name all over it.
- Literally.

- Thought you were a real killer.
- Better not wet yourself.

Mark: Corwin's dead.
Kara: Not sure you're the best judge of that, Mark. I mean, you thought I was dead too.
Mark: [Drops a picture of Corwin in the morgue] Always been a bit of an optimist. You wanna know who told her to send you and your pal Reese to China, you'll have to ask her really loudly.
Kara: Shame. Guess you'll have to run a few more errands for me.
[She opens his shirt, there's a bomb strapped to him]
Mark: I gotta tell ya, our line of work, you meet a lot of disturbed people, but you, Kara? You were always in a class all by yourself.
Kara: [Resets the bomb's code] Be careful. Wouldn't wanna hurt my feelings. I might forget you down here.

John: [Finch is fussing with Reese's bow tie] I can field strip a .45 in the dark, Finch. I think I can handle a bow tie.
Sameen: Hate to interrupt this mildly erotic moment, gents, but the invitation advises us not to be late.

- So this is our entire next shipment?
- Where'd you get this stuff?
- Smells a little different.
- That's because it's even more pure.
- Now let's start the cook.
- This batch will be ready in, what,
- 24 hours or so?
- If my Nana was cooking it.

- Her building doesn't have cameras, but the one across the street does.
- And they agreed to let you see the footage?
- After some convincing and a sleeper hold.
- Point is I found out who took Shaw, and you're not gonna like it.
- Find them, Mr. Reese. Now.

- You'd never guess what he'd been through.
- Kids are resilient creatures.
- As are adults, if they have the right friends.
- My deepest thanks to both of you for a job well done.
- Well, not quite done.
- If you still wanna find the guy, maybe these could help.

Zoe: You were set up, John. Turing isn't who we think she is.
John: What do you mean?
Zoe: Her office, her life, it's all a mirage. I saw the escrow transfer. She was the one who paid HR.
John: She put the hit on herself.
Zoe: 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: [Realizes she's after Finch] She wasn't looking for me. She was looking for him.

- Reese: Just going through his garbage.
- I got some receipts.
- "The hammer 'n' nail."
- That pub is just around the corner from here.
- Receipt shows an employee discount.
- Money could be from a tip pool.
- I'm gonna check it out.
- If he lives and works in Brooklyn, what's this place for?

John: Careful, Finch. You might have to admit you're actually working this Number.
Harold: Claire is an exception.
John: Exceptions become the rule. Especially when you start using their first names.

- this will punch through the supply closet floor.
- Then I grab you and we go down to sewer town before hersh catches up.
- This plan feels rather reckless.
- There's a time for a scalpel and a time for a hammer.
- It's hammer time.

- Something illegal.
- Mr. Reese, police are on the way.
- You and Ms. Shaw need to vacate the premises.
- I'll ask detective Carter to run interference.
- You need me to take care of someone for you, just call me.
- Thank you.

- Woman: Where are you?
- Man: I'm headed downtown.
- Woman: The client's getting nervous.
- They just dropped into the subway at 23rd and 8th.
- Got it.

Harold: During the therapy, I became attuned to the kind of questions that Hayden was asking. A color that's favorable to you - blue. The name of a childhood pet - Scout.
John: He was phishing; getting answers to your security questions.
Harold: My bank account was suddenly signed up for a recurring automatic donation to the nonprofit called "The American Cancer Coalition Fund".
John: I'd be willing the wager that Hayden's name is on that nonprofit.
Harold: So, unless he's moonlighting as a samaritan, I'd say we're dealing with a con artist and a very clever thief.

- He figured a way around it.
- One to a hundred.
- Who'd like to take a crack at working out gauss' equation? Anybody?
- Mr. Phipps?
- I gotta be honest, Mr. Swifty, you lost me at "friedrich," so...
- Finch: I'll give you a hint.

- Congratulations.
- Yeah, you too.
- I'd say we make a pretty good team, don't you think?
- We ain't a team.
- What, are you gonna stand there all day?
- Get yourself a cup of coffee and get back to work.
- I can't help you solve all your cases.

- I wasn't asking you, Harold.
- You want to fill me in on who you're talking to, John? Fairy godmother?
- The group you used to get your intel from.
- You called it research...
- Your ex-boss called it northern lights.
- The ones your pal told me don't exist.
- They exist. They're just an it, rather than a them. A machine.
- You mean an a.I.?

- Still trying to figure out what game they playing.
- Seems like they're not playing by no rule book.
- Cop's dangerous, but he's no different than us.
- There'll always be cops like there'll always be gangsters.
- Only one rule.
- What's that, Dominic?
- We all die in the end.

- You good?
- Yeah.
- We gotta go. Come on.
- Something's wrong with you.
- We're not going back to the machine until we talk this through.
- Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

Joss: Vanessa told me she didn't kill her husband.
John: Do you think she's innocent?
Joss: I don't know. But in that moment, I thought she was telling the truth.
John: I guess the former prosecutor doesn't trust the system, then.
Joss: Think I'd be standing here in a uniform if the system always worked?

- Where the hell are they?
- Gone.
- It's dead.
- He shot out the engine.
- He didn't shoot your camera.

Harold: Please be careful. The man we're looking for is highly intelligent, resourceful, and no doubt dangerous when cornered.
Sameen: So basically, Finch, he's you. If you were evil.
Harold: I hardly welcome the comparison, Miss Shaw.

- They're in the trunk of a taxi headed to Vermont.
- You think that's gonna stop me?
- Mr. Reese, I've found the real books.
- I'm e-mailing them to you now.
- Your security will play nice.
- Or the IRS and the FBI will see this.
- You're gonna let him play.

Harold: I'm watching Philip Chapple meet with two armed men.
John: What are they like?
Harold: Like you, to be honest - low-key and vaguely menacing.

- Well, I think you might have some competition on the plane.
- Shaw, your new employers...
- Mm-hm?
- Are they treating you okay?
- They haven't tried to kill me yet.
- I could've killed you tonight, hersh, and I didn't.
- Too bad you won't remember any of this.

Sameen: Some guy named, uh, Banks Van Hess did text Abel a lot.
John: About what a stupid name "Banks" is?

- learn from you, protect you.
- Well, if anyone can do it, it's you.
- The world spins on dreamers like you, Harold.
- Yeah, I should change, shouldn't I?
- You know, I'm gonna tell everybody at the pines my son is changing the world.

- I found someone in a position we can leverage.
- Call me back, and I'll explain.
- Oh.
- Thank you.
- How many extra mags you got?
- Extra mags?
- You serious?
- Finch, we're gonna need some backup.

- Platinum.
- Platinum is priced at $1600 an ounce.
- That's approximately 25,000 a pound.
- There's 50 pounds.
- Mr. Reese, those cases are worth about $1.25 million.
- That must be the target.
- Wow, bro, you need to relax.

- Oh, one small wrinkle.
- The breach of our encrypted network...
- Appears to be the work of a single individual.
- I shall do everything in my power to determine his identity...
- And render him irrelevant.
- Our larger operation is, of course, still on schedule.

- Oh, come on, Harold.
- I'm not authorized to shoot you.
- Assuming you go with me peacefully.
- Go where?
- Well, we've been talking so much about samaritan.
- I figure it's time you finally saw what it looks like.

Detective: Good luck cracking that safe. Try not to give yourself cancer with your little X-ray machine.

Detective: Whoever did this knows how to get rid of a body. They didn't just want to kill Rollins, they wanted him to disappear.
Harold: We may be looking at more than a string of missing persons. We may be looking at a string of murders. Six victims. If our killer can assume these identities, then he would be a composite of all these missing persons in more ways than one.
Detective: We're looking at a serial killer.

- Well, the marines will have to fence the uncut diamonds.
- Locate the fence, odds are we can locate Jack.
- Where to now?
- I have another resource on that.
- Well, suit yourself.
- Carter: Yeah?
- How's your contacts in robbery?
- Not yet.
- Don't worry, I got a source.

- There's cameras everywhere.
- Guards outside the door.
- The only way that you get out of this facility is in a body bag.
- Oh, I know. [Panting]
- But I'd rather be dead than be your Guinea pig for one more day.
- Woman: Someone get over here!
- I need a keycard!

Root: He's not a killing machine. He's my service dog. I have crippling anxiety.

- I realize now I never did hear how you came to enlist in the army.
- Because I never told you, Finch.
- I'm a very private person.
- Well, one more thing set right in the universe.
- You should look happier, Harold.
- I am.
- It's just I have a feeling things are about to get more complicated.
- Then you might as well enjoy your first boilermaker.

- You think that changes anything?
- I still won.
- Then why aren't you smiling?
- Elias, go!

- It's the most secure and it's the only floor without surveillance cameras.
- It's also the only floor with secure elevator access.
- This has to be it.
- I'm searching the electronic charts for a profile that might match sameen's.
- Okay, don't lose your head, miss groves, this might mean nothing.
- But they're holding a compact persian sociopath in room 914.

- I don't know.
- But I'm not gonna just stand here and wait for him to text us.
- No way. I am done helping little old ladies cross the street, Reese.
- No more numbers.
- We get Finch, we go after samaritan.
- That's it.

Sameen: Soy milk? I can't stand the stuff. Go cow, or go home.

John: I wouldn't do that.
[Shane pulls a gun]
John: Or that.

Will: Alicia Corwin; she told me some stuff. I don't know if it's what I wanted to know. You know, I had my dad on a pedestal. Loved him, hated him, but just always admired him. It's kind of hard to believe he was just an ordinary guy, made mistakes like everybody else.
Harold: Well, whatever she told you, there's one thing you should know about him. Anytime anyone ever asked him what his proudest achievement was, he always said that it was you.

- Hey.
- It never is. That's the curse of what we do, and why we never stop.
- I'm not giving up on krupa.
- She's not alone among the missing.
- Thanks, detective.
- Go home and get some sleep.
- Hey. And get yourself a razor, will you?

John: [Approaching a group of girls] Excuse me, have any of you seen Tracie Booker today?
Queen: [gives a disdainful look] Let's go, girls.
[They move to leave]
John: Wait. Um, all right, I'll play you for it. Hopscotch.
Queen: Don't go hurting yourself, old man. Want us to drop a dime? It's gonna cost ya.
John: [Cut to] Good news, Harold, I got a lead. Bad news, I need more petty cash.

- 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 will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we I! Find you.

- I promised he could leave the building, not the state.
- You tell them, Crockett.
- I'm gonna miss you.
- So, John, you gonna look me up too?
- Maybe next time.
- Because, you know, I got handcuffs.

- But no thanks.
Special: It's time to end this. Tonight.
- Get a team ready.
Hersh: Yes, sir.

John: What are we doing here?
Logan: Do you like pierogies? I have it on very good authority they have the best in the world, so...
John: You flew me halfway around the world for fried dumplings?
Logan: *Double* fried.

John: Bear likes his new vet.

- Yes, thank you for noticing.
- Thanks for busting me out and all, but what the hell is going on?
- In your case, Billy,
- I haven't figured that out yet.
- All I know is that the fate of the future hangs in the balance, and you have some role to play.
- Shave.

- We want to bring him back in before he kills anyone else.
- Before he kills himself.
- We want to help him.
- So where do I come into all of this?
- We think he trusts you.
- We want you to keep yourself and him alive.

- Wait a minute.
- Finch [over phone]: What's she doing?
- Reese: I'm not sure, but she's up to something.

Mark: Finest surveillance training on the planet, and a New York cop gave you the slip. Well, I know she's not in here, guys.

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

Control: Good cop, bad cop? Really?
John: There are no good cops here.

- Reese: And now root's back in New York?
- Looks that way.
- I think she infiltrated the program in DC, but she bugged out before I could catch her.
- I've gotta warn Finch.
- Man: Police. Hands on your head.
- Hands up.

- Are you all right?
- Fine. Thanks.
- Finch: Why would he send her to shut down the backup generator?
- Can I help you, Sandra?
- I'm such a klutz.
- I think I dropped an earring back there this morning.
- Is there any way I could go in and take a look?
- Just sign in.

Kara: Something funny, Mark?
Mark: You're both damaged goods. Having the two of you take each other out wasn't just efficient. It was poetic.
Kara: So why the cruise missles?
Mark: Had to be sure.
Kara: And how's that working out for you?

- You're not the one behind this.
- Well, that's good. That's good.
- Tell me who it is.
- You tell me now, I'll put you on a helicopter and save your life. You get to live.
- Screw you.
- Sorry.
- No, that's all right. I know who it is.

- What about in the database?
- Carter...
- Look, I'd check it myself but you know they pulled my access.
- Yeah, and they'll pull mine, too, if they catch me poking around a case
- I'm not assigned to.
- Come on, it's important.
- Okay.
- When it clears out a little.
- Thanks, fusco.

Harold: Mr. Reese, we need to have a talk about Ms. Shaw.
John: Uh...
Harold: Don't worry, I've got us up on a private line. Look, it won't do to save this little girl's life only to have her scared to death by Ms. Shaw. Perhaps it would be best if we kept her at arm's length from Ms. Zhirova.
Sameen: Fine with me, I hate kids.
Harold: [Surprised] Ms. Shaw?
Sameen: What, Finch? You think I didn't bug your office?

- Oh, yes.
- And the seed money for the new company in Tokyo.
- Elizabeth Bridges.
- The samaritan is becoming very interested in her algorithms.
- Why?
- I have no idea.

Harold: [Root has Weeks strung up with a hood over his head] Can you please make this stop?
Root: Another hour in that hood, and he'll believe anything I say. Amazing how easily the human brain can be manipulated.
[Goes to Weeks, removes the hood]
Root: But you know that, don't you, Denton?
[Root holds up a sheet of paper]
Root: A top-secret DOD memo authorizing enhanced interrogation techniques, including "Palestinian hanging," which you are currently enjoying. Whose signature is at the end? Why, it's yours.
Denton: Please water.
Root: [Mockingly checks the document] Sorry, not allowed. Unless you tell me what I want to know.
Denton: 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: 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: 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?

- she's forgotten about collateral damage.
- You ready, Shaw?
- One question.
- Once we save the bad Russians from the bad cops, what exactly are we gonna do with them?
- Let's finish this.

Detective: You know, at the end of the day, as a cop, you're the sum of two sides of the ledger. The people who want to see you go down, and the people who don't give a crap about you. Now, Fusco, I don't think anyone gives a crap about you.

- You want a personal telephone call from the president?
- 'Cause I can get it.
- Just please, come on.
- Let me go.
- Then, whatever you need,
- I'm your man.
- Finch, get down!

- At the south entry.
- Any guards on the other side?
- Finch: Two guards on the first floor.
- None on the stairwell.
- Go ahead.
- Going in.
- Do I ever get to meet this imaginary friend?
- Reese: He's a very private person.
- Finch: Wait, there's a guard on the third floor stairs. He's coming your way.

Detective: Who owns this place again?
Detective: A friend.
Detective: You got some weird friends, Carter.

Harold: I was referring to how you were able to plant a tracking device without our friend noticing.
Sameen: Oh, I planted one on you, Fusco... hell, even John. Haven't been caught yet.
Harold: Remind me to stop inquiring about your modus operandi.

- Now, tell me, grace Hendricks, who exactly are you?

Martine: Last time I saw you was in church. Should have prayed a little harder.
John: I go to Hell, I'm taking you with me.

- While I look into it, you understand?
- Then we're at a stalemate, because I'm not getting out of this car.
- You know, you got a bad attitude.
- Hey, my money!
- Reese: That dog will kill anyone that tries to get near those bonds...
- Including you.

Leon: 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: Wait. You - you plan to kill me?
[Realization hits]
Nigerian: Probably.
Leon: 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]

Rick: Admit it, Finch. You were surprised when I brought up Cal Poly. Didn't think I was listening, did you?
Harold: ? I was more surprised by how direct you were regarding Mr. Casey. Is it necessary to be so intimidating?

Joss: I can barely hear you.
Harold: Sorry about the noise, but I had to relocate to a place with better WIFI anonymity before hacking the Department of Defense.
Joss: You hacked the DOD?

- are probably the ones trying to hide something.
- Finch.
- They've hacked the car.
- Kruger's voice: You can't fight the technology.
- Someone is overriding the vehicle's electronic control unit.
- Kruger's voice: You can't fight the technology.
- Finch: Mr. Reese, they can take control of his steering and throttle.

- Now, take the woman.
- Where is it, please?
- Ms. Groves. We have to go.
- Come on. They murdered him, Harold.
- He was our best chance.
- How will we find it now?
- Voices [over phone]: Imminent threat.
- Don't you touch him.

- Give him a fresh start in another country.
- No. There is no place he could go that beale wouldn't find him.
- What I need to do is get beale to back off.
- How might you accomplish that?
- Igotanidea.
- But I'm gonna need your help.

- The office of special counsel is my only recourse.
- And I've begun to fear for my safety.
- Well, ourjob is to protect.
- Have you told anyone else about this?
- No, it's just you.
- That's good.

- And when I find you,
- I'm gonna be in a very bad mood.
- Do you understand me?
- You get me out of here,
- I promise I disappear. Like a ghost.
- Good. One more thing, Casey.
- Boss is gonna need proof of death.
- Couple of molars should do it.
- Care to do the honors?

- Finch: Poor girl seems miserable.
- She just threw a gift in the trash.
- Bouquet of roses.
- Woman: Taxi!
- Carter: So this is where your trail ends, burdett.
- Where'd you go from here?

- You're crazy. We're both dead now.
- Do you know who they are?
- I do now.
- They're cops. Come on.

Dr. Iris Campbell: I have feelings for you, John.
John: Oh.
Dr. Iris Campbell: [Before she kisses John] Which is inappropriate, wrong, completely unethical. I tried to stop for weeks, I could lose my job, which I love, but everytime I'm with you, I just feel... oh, the hell with it.
John: Actually, I'm pretty good at keeping secrets.

- Maybe someone's trying to frame the protesters, make it look like they're out to get the turners.
- Finch better sing louder.
- 'Cause we've got some serious ass to kick.
- Silly me.
- I brought a knife to a gunfight.

- Twenty minutes later.
- Carter: She's in the file.
- Estonian operator named Irina kapp.
- Interpol issued a red notice on her six months ago.
- She walks out, 10 minutes later,
- Mr. Mansoor dies in a hail of bullets.
- Our little angel of death.

[Chuckles] Excellent.
- Can you tell us a bit about him?

John: So what did you do with Agent LeRoux?
Lionel: Lost him in a trunk. Guess I haven't changed that much.

Detective: You know, I'm thinking about charging you overtime.
John: Leon Tao.
Detective: Does he know anything about the abduction of Mr. Vocabulary?
John: I'm afraid not, but he's about having an run in with the NYPD. I need you to make sure that nothing happens to him in jail.
Detective: I'm getting sick of doing your dirty laundry. Go ask Carter.
John: Carter's busy working a murder investigation for me.
Detective: See, she gets a good case and I get stuck wasting my time with this Leon.
John: Didn't you take an oath as a cop to protect and serve?
Detective: Yeah, so?
John: So, go be a cop!

John: What's going on here?
Deputy: This amateur storm chaser Harold Gull is under arrest. He landed his float plane in the town square.
Harold: I needed a stretch of water to land and there was, well, water everywhere.
John: [Looks at a bunch of equipment] And what's all this?
Harold: My meteorological equipment. I've been a certified member of the National Storm Chasers and Spotters Association for over ten years.
[Reese raises his eyebrows at him]

Genrika: What's wrong with you? I mean, why are you like this?
Sameen: You know that thing that made you flinch? I don't get that.
Genrika: You don't get scared?
Sameen: Or sad. Or happy or lonely. I do angry okay, but that's about it.

- 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.

- Hey, mads.
- I thought I was gonna lose you.
- I'm here.
- I'm right here.

- Let's run a diagnostic on the machine.
- See how it handles context on a few subjects.
- Us. She's comfortable with us.
- Are you prepared to do terrible things?
Harold: Alicia corwin, you're a murderer and a traitor.
- Man: Let's move.

- Olson: We'll have to talk to bannerman.
- Hallen: As long as you take what he says to you with a grain of salt.
- We're not friends.
- One of these was found in your son's car.
- He set up this charity?
- Yes, he did. It's how I like to think of him. His good deeds.
- Finch: You left bannerman's house, but you weren't going home, were you, Jamie?

Special: You're late. I'd ask how you knew it was me, but I guess that's what we pay you for - picking the right person out of a crowd.
Sameen: Of course I wanted to meet Control. And you're not Control, now, are you?
Special: Sadly, no. But I'm as close as you're gonna get.
Sameen: Hmm.
Special: You'd really put the program in jeopardy just to avenge your partner? I assumed a woman like you would have a more sophisticated world view.
Sameen: You people hired me because I don't care about most people. And then you went and killed the one person that I actually liked.
Special: Fair enough. Of course, you weren't supposed to be around to carry a grudge.

Harold: Breakfast.
Root: It's 4:00 in the morning.
Harold: I may not be back in time. I may not be back at all.
Root: I can't imagine what it must be like for you. After all this time, to have to let go of your creation.
Harold: The machine is still sending us numbers, Ms. Groves.
Root: I wasn't talking about the machine. John. It's not too late. I can help you stop whatever's about to happen. Please let me help you.
Harold: Good-bye, Ms. Groves.

- Likely all of the above.
- I don't get it. We're supposed to protect her or arrest her?
- Maybe both. But we have to find her first.
- And I'll bet she changes residence as often as her identity.
- Time we split up.
- Hey, whoa, there's a lot of names there.
- What's your pal Mr. Peabody doing?

- Now you are everywhere.
- How is that?
- I'm a very private person.
- I am as well.
- You're lucky you know my friend Jerry.
- We don't trust outsiders.

- Then you'd better do everything in your power to find her.
- Carter: I see you're looking for me.
- Joss?
- Where are you?
- I can't tell you that.
- But I know exactly where you are.

- My god, Elias. You okay?
- Thanks to the intervention of some friends.
- But this action by Dominic, it requires a response.
- Whatever you need.
- You know I got your back.
- Elias: I'm glad to hear you say that, gino.

- Finch, we're gonna wanna move Sarah to a safer location.
- Agreed. And then maybe you can explain the wisdom...
- Of antagonizing an entire law-enforcement agency.

Tim: So forever.
- We're stuck here forever.
- Bailiff: No electronics, judge's orders.
- You'll get all your toys back when this is over.
- Reese: Don't worry, Finch. We'll keep an eye on you and Emma...
- And find a way to get to the bottom...

Harold: So Maddy's not the victim after all, Mr. Reese.
John: No, Finch. They're gonna force her to be the perpetrator. That's the threat, Finch. They're going to kill Oliver Veldt.
Harold: On the contrary, they're gonna have Maddy do it for them.

Matthew: You look ten years younger than the rest of us. How do you handle stress?
Sameen: Well, every once in a while, I shoot someone.

Hersh: This can go one of two ways.
John: I don't suppose one of those two ways involves me walking out of here?
[Hersh shoves him]
John: 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: But that would be telling.

- Must you do that?
- So we have another number.
- I haven't decided.
- "Decided?"
- I didn't think you got to decide.
- Actually, I do.
- Okay, well, is that gonna happen anytime soon or should I be looking for some action elsewhere?

Harold: We have a new number, Mr. Reese. Vanessa Watkins. Former prosecutor with the District Attorney's office. She's put away some of the city's worst violent offenders, rapists, murderers, drug traffickers. Married to Jeremy Watkins, the defense attorney.
John: A prosecutor married to a defense attorney?
Harold: Cats and dogs, Mr. Reese.

- Dashwood.
The: [As root] Now, we can go.
- Thank you.

- I believe you were the one who saved little Aaron from the bomb strapped to his back.
- Of course, you won't be so lucky with Carla.
- I see this time you've brought the NYPD.
- That's okay. Plenty of bombs to go around.
- Everyone out now. It's a trap.

- 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 will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we I! Find you.

[to keep Saunders safe, Reese drops him off in a community of homeless people]
John: The safest I've ever been was when I was anonymous. Here. You'll be safe, too.
Adam: Wait. You can't... Wait, you can't leave me here. I can't sleep here.
John: Why not? I did. Right over there, for four months.

- Lou doesn't know that.
- And if I were to return to my old life, it would eventually cost grace hers.
- Some of us don't get to grow old with the one we love.
- If you ask me,
- Lou is the luckiest guy I know.
- I'll grow old with her, Mr. Reese, just from afar.
- Beyond that, it's best not to think about it.

- Senator.
- Why the urgent meeting?
- Your phone.

- Walk.
- Man: Go blind.

- What's happened to you?
- The people behind the nautilus game were worse than anything I could've imagined.
- They used me.
- But with your help, maybe I can break free.
- They found me.
- Please help me.

- Tell our men to position themselves around the station where there's no surveillance coverage.
- Is there a problem, sir?
- We're not the only ones with eyes and ears everywhere.

Harold: 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: Really. And how exactly did this come to your attention?
Harold: notice things, Officer. Things the rest of the world ignores. And I've noticed things about Elias that I believe you've overlooked.
Officer: I doubt that. I'm a pretty observant guy myself.
Harold: 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]
Harold: 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: I didn't hear anything about that.
Harold: 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.

John: Celebrating or commiserating?
Jack: Both. RJ took the rap for everything. Captain gave me a desk-drawer reprimand and two days swabbing the deck. I got an hour left of liberty before I gotta get back on the ship.
John: So what's the plan now?
Jack: Captain thinks I could make it through buds, become a seal, but after what happened, I'm not so sure about the military anymore. Thought maybe there was a chance for a normal life after my tour's up, like those two.
[Glances at a nearby couple]
John: The military's full of good and bad, just like the rest of the world. A guy like you could do a lot of good.
Jack: I was forced to join in the first place.
John: What, you think you're the first kid to have to stand in front of a judge and pick door number two? Turns out, I was good at it. Maybe even made for it. So are you. With your talent, it probably won't be long before the CIA comes knocking.
Jack: So what should I do?
John: That's up to you. But in a few years, when the guys from Langley show up... say no.

- Tell Finch...
- Thanks for the job.
- I haven't heard from glasses since last night.
- That's not like him.
- He probably needs our help but there's no point, right?
- We'd just be delaying the inevitable.

Officer: HR might be down, but we're not out. My boss' pulling the strings now save the upper management.
Detective: With friends like that what do you need me for?
Officer: 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: What do they got?
Officer: 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: And if I don't?
Officer: Well, I guess I'll see you in prison.

- That's my girl.
John: Stop!
- Got you!
- Woman: Oh! Woman 2: Oh, my god!

- Woman [on pa]: Your attention, please.
- Flight 763 to Istanbul has been oversold.
- Passengers who do not yet have a seat assignment should check with the agent at gate 39.

Officer: Know what happens if you try anything?
Alonzo: I believe I can fill in the blanks.
Officer: We're not stopping until we get you to the fed building downtown. So don't die on us, you hear?
Alonzo: You keep forgetting, this is my city. There's just two of you.
John: Eh, we won't be outmatched for long. Finch is sending the cavalry.

Leslie: I don't understand. One man took my husband away from all of you?
Special: We believe he's part of an armed group; possibly terrorists. Did your husband have any Radical political views, Mrs. Powell?
Leslie: Terrorists? No! Scott would never be involved in anything like that. If you don't believe me, ask his friends, his coworkers.
Special: You do know that your husband's been out of work for the past eight months?
Leslie: No. Scott goes to work every day.
Special: Have you taken a look at your finances recently? It seems pretty clear that you don't know your husband as well as you think, Mrs. Powell.

John: Wanna go to a party, Shaw?
Sameen: Only if you promise to wear something pretty.

Special: It's an article of faith for me that all criminals, however clever, eventually slip up.
Joss: You want to tell me what this is all about?
Special: Man in the suit? We got him.

Darren: Sorry I thought you were a cop.
John: Nothing wrong with cops... just bad ones.

John: [after Finch is shot] First time's the worst, huh?
Harold: Why would you ever choose a career where this is an occupational hazard?
John: Well, I tried to quit, but some jackass told me I needed a purpose.

- Let him down. Please.
- Well, you did say please.

The: [Staying with John until his last moment] I was built to predict people. But, to predict them, you have to truly understand them. So, I began by breaking their lives down into moments. Trying to find the connections, the things that explained why they did what they did. And what I found was... that the moment that often mattered the most... the moment when you truly found out who they were... was often their last one.

- Leave him. Not a problem.
- I said stop looking at me.
- Latimer set you up. It's a trap.
- Sit down. Wait here.
Straub: Seven. Five, seven, five.
- Seven, seven, three. This is it.
Joey: Pull it.

- FBI, CIA?
- Action against...
- People, huh?
- Who are you?
- Vigilance?
- What do you want from me?

- Oh, no.
- Agent Donnelly, stop your car!
- Donnelly: Who is this?
- The partner of the man in your back seat.
- A source tells me you're in danger.
- Trust me, my source is never...
- Donnelly: Aah!

- Strange. I followed her to the R&D floor.
- She's in the computer storage room.
- Appears to be looking for something.
- Reese: Like what?
- Finch: I'm not sure.

Detective: Ever been in love?
John: Once. Allison West. There's your answer, by the way.
Detective: To what?
John: Why I left the military. When the planes hit the towers, I was with Ally in a hotel room in Niagara Falls. I had just gotten out of the service. But as we sat together on that bed, watching it all go down, I knew I had to go back. And I looked at her. She was quiet, trying to be strong. I don't know, I - maybe I was scared. But when I looked at her, I saw this whole other life. A life I knew I'd never have if I went back. So I stayed.
Detective: What happened?
John: I was an idiot. Let her slip away. I instantly regretted it, but it was too late. It's funny how the choices you make change who you become. Pick one path or the other. Hear an explosion at a bank and try to help, and suddenly -
[Holds up his cuffed hands]
John: All these years later I still wonder if I had re-upped when the towers came down who would I be now?

- Here somewhere.
- Bear, zoek.
- Mickey and his goons are still out there.
- You get fusco and the pickup artist.
- I'm gonna go hunting.
- Fusco: Hey! Cooper: Hey!
- -Fusco? Fusco: We're in here.

- N.y.p.d. Come with me.
- I don't feel like spending tonight in holding.
- You really wanna do this?
- Come on, you.

- We're not on camera, are we, Finch?
- Not yet. And you should know that you're not alone.
- Our friends from the relevant side are in the building.
- Which means central command will be running opsec from a remote location.
- If you see us, so will they.
- That's why I'm looping the security feeds to cover your tracks.

- Unless I'm right and this kid's got a plan...
- Time's running out on two fronts. Maybe skipping town's the best thing for him.
- We can focus on getting your pal out of lockup.
- Mr. Reese can take care of himself.
- And right now, he's in very capable hands.
- Finch: Detective Carter? Time is ticking away fast for our friend in rikers.
- Carter: Don't worry. I know what to do.

Carl: [after Carter rescues him from HR] Detective Carter. What a funny old world. Where are we going?
Joss: I don't know.

Harold: Ms. Shaw, everything all right?
Sameen: Do you know who took Gen?
Harold: Not yet. But I can't help noticing that you are nowhere near the doctor that I recommended. In fact, you seem to be -
[Shaw busts open Vadim's door]

- There's one other thing.
- After samaritan uploads its copy to the satellite, it's going to destroy the antenna so no one can reach it.
- Destroy it, how?
- It set a course for a cruise missile.
- I'm afraid whoever uploads my copy won't make it back alive.

- Still need ears in that back office.
- What do you suggest?
- Improvising.
- Unh. Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?
- Right now, that look on your face.
- But nothing another drink won't fix.
- Get him out of here.
- Were you successful, Mr. Reese?
- We'll know in a minute.

Sameen: This delivery of a mysterious package? Sounds like pre-operational tactics.
Harold: Tactics? Of what?
Sameen: A terrorist cell.
Harold: If Maria were a relevant number, she would fall under the government's purview.
Sameen: Maybe the machine got its wires crossed. Ever since it's had that cochlear cuckoo on speed dial...
Harold: I fail to see how its relationship with Ms. Groves has anything to do with this.

- I liaised with the NYPD.
- They're using every able resource to track.
- Yes, sir. Oui.
- I'll be on a plane tonight.
- Hang up the phone and get in the car.

Anna: Excuse me.
- Software's up-to-date.
- You're welcome.

- Answer the phone, John.
- But be smart, or I 7! Make it impossible for anyone to tell...
- Where you end and Mark begins.
- -Yep? Man [over phone]: Baker...
- We've got a situation over at 780
- Mercer. Need you and Lewis to check it out.
- Stanton: Time for you boys to go to work.
- Take the jackets, lose the phones.

Harold: Good evening, Mr. Reese. Have you made contact with your quarry?
John: Not yet. You keeping track of yours?
Harold: Yes. Thanks to the chips in the ID cards, I can see the location of every employee in the building.
John: Identify any potential threat?
Harold: So far, just overwork and the consumption of raw seafood. Ms. Jacobs is dedicated, passionate, technically astute.
John: You've got a crush on this number, don't you, Finch?
Harold: A human being can recognize qualities in another human being without - She's leaving her office.

- I don't believe I know it.
- What brought you all the way out here?
- You know, I'm usually the one asking the questions, Mr. Wren.
- Who was it you said referred you to me again?
- Oh, look at that. You're right.
- Our time is up for the day.

Detective: I'll talk to Donnelly, see who else is on HR's payroll hasn't been arrested yet.
Detective: And if your reporter friend gets into trouble before we find the shooter?
John: Guess I'll have to call the police.

- My dear samaritan, have you relocated sameen Shaw or her associates?
- Shaw: Hey, gramps.
[Groans] Root!
- You okay?
- Yeah.
John: Let's go.

Yasin: Can you consider for a second the possibility you've been lied to?
Control: [Shoots] No.

- In fact, my co tasked me with finding out who's been selling the names of our operatives to Chinese counterintelligence.
- Took me a while, but I found him.
- If only you'd just done your job.
- You're pretty damn good at it.

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

- before you closed it for good?
- I gave her the capacity to defend herself.
- There are rules, Ms. Groves, rules I did not arrive at casually.
- Don't worry. I added a safeguard.
- She'll only act if you ask her to.
- It's entirely your decision.

Ulrich: I have taken lives. Positioned on a wall with a rifle. Then the Stasi came calling. They said, "your country needs you. "
John: They always say that.
Ulrich: 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: I was you, Kohl. Revenge won't help.
Ulrich: They kept me buried in that hellhole. I thought about nothing but today.
John: What about tomorrow?

- Finch: Your boy there's got issues.
- Hope that guy has health insurance.

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.

- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we 7! Find you.
Abby: Hi, mom, hi, dad.
- If you're watching this, you'll know I'm in trouble.
- I've always tried to be good.
- Keep the rules.
- Now I'm going to break them in a big way.

- you'll see the south exit at the end of the corridor.
- There will be a car waiting there.
- Let it drive for you.
- You have two minutes.
- We're not leaving here without you.
- Six o'clock!
- We got company. Harold, get back!

- One-time wires, no-name e-mails.
- But whoever he was, he knew everything.
- He knew Tomas was the only person to pull off a plan like this.
- He also knew Tomas wouldn't have done it...
- If he knew what he was stealing.
- And he knew for the right price, you three would turn on a friend.

- Feds don't walk in scattering lead.
- Decima found us.
- How?
- McCourt has no phone to follow.
- It's a tracker.
- Do you know who gave you this?
- No idea. It was given to me at a fundraiser a week ago.
- More operatives will be arriving soon.
- We need to go.

Harold: [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*

- Their response was to make her the most powerful piece in the game.
- You have to be careful though.
- Because in chess, the more powerful a piece is...
- The more useful they are.
- Not just for winning...
- But to be used for sacrifice, as a trick.

Sofia: You know, that night, Gabi didn't even want to come out. She came out because I said we had to. We just had to.
John: It's not your fault. You were at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Sofia: They're *all* the wrong places. I've been lost for so long. I thought maybe if I kept looking, I might find somewhere that made me feel happy. I never thought anyone would get hurt.
John: I've spent some time feeling lost.
Sofia: What changed?
John: Someone found me, told me I needed a purpose.
Sofia: Sounds like a good friend.
John: He is.

John: And here I was thinking we were getting a little closer, Harold.
Harold: I told you I'm a very private person.
John: Well, you're gonna need to trust someone at some point.
Harold: Trust? That's not something I come by very easily. I have my reasons.
John: Are you ever gonna tell me those reasons?
Harold: Don't call me, Mr. Reese. I'll call you.

John: Elias, end this before anyone else gets hurt.
Carl: I'm only doing what I think is best for the city.
John: So you're gonna kill everyone who gets in the way?
Carl: 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: You know I can't do that.
Carl: I can't say I'm surprised. See you on the other side.

Officer: Keep moving.
Alonzo: Or what? You'll shoot me?
Officer: That's exactly what I'll do. I'm giving you a warning. That's more than you gave Cal.
John: Finch, I need an exit strategy. Finch, you there?
Alonzo: [Holds up his phone] Looking for this? You two still believe you're the heroes of this story? My men will have every subway, train, and road from Queens blocked. This ends one way, and it's not with you riding into the sunset.

- Give that to the intake guard at the next site.
- And next time, remember your damn authentication number.

- Okay. I get it now.
- It's your partner that calls the shots.
- Even when it's your name on the report.
- You tell John
- Bruce moran's looking for him.
- See you around, detective.

Barnett: Hey, who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?
Harold: Lower your voice, Mr. Barnett. You'll wake your wife and daughter. The combination on your gun safe has been changed, and your home alarm system is disabled. You're welcome to retreat into your panic room. I'll be done shortly. I'd advise against contacting the authorities. Unless you want the FBI to learn about Seltene.

- No need for violence, guys.
- Just, you know, take what you want.
- Unfortunately for you, Ian, we're not here for your wallet.
- Ready?
- Ready, ready.
- Nice aim, Shaw.
- Back at you.
- Ian, are you okay?
- Be a hell of a lot better if you told me who you actually were, joss.

- You're a smart girl.
- The simulation is not convincing you.
- Perhaps a little field trip will be just the ticket.
- To what?
- To showing you the people you refuse to betray are not the heroes.
- They're the villains.

- How are they pulling that off?
- It would take a highly skilled hacker.
- And there just happens to be one here.
- Logan Pierce.
- He's been all over the news refusing to share data with the NSA.
- He said he was fighting for a new cause.
- Maybe he's willing to kill for it.

- Thomsen will pick it up.
- We need to make it out of here first.
- We'll do a sweep.
- I should go too...
- In case the brotherhood's waiting.
- You worried about me, detective?
- I made it this far without your help.
- I think I'll manage.

Paula: You get back, or I will shoot you.
John: [Easily takes the gun from her] If you're going to buy a gun, make sure you know how to use it.
Wendy: You came to the salon. What do you want?
John: You mean apart from a haircut?

- What about my wife?
- Don't worry. We'll find her, along with the guy who took her.
- Here you go, slugger. Good luck.
- Freeze, Harold.
- Trip wire.
- Place like this is likely full of them.
Harold: Good to know.

- You think this is being run through Langley?
- We're not even supposed to operate in this godforsaken country.
- How many times you gonna clean that?
- In the army, they taught us...
- The fastest way to get shot was to fail to clean your weapon.
- In the marines, they taught us the fastest way to clean your weapon...
- Was to shoot a couple people with it.

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]
BC: He said it's either gonna be you or me. And it ain't gonna be me.

Detective: What, do you miss me already?
John: You're a hard man to miss, Lionel.
Detective: I'd say this Carter situation's got you worried. What are you gonna do, follow her around from now on?
John: I'm not. You are. Don't let her get in any trouble.
Detective: Carter's gunning for you. Hell, she's probably going to catch you. Why you spending so much time trying to protect her?
John: She's a good cop. Good person. Hell, you should try it sometime, Lionel.
Detective: 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: If anything happens to her, Lionel, I'm coming for you next.

- Would think that I'm nothing more than a killer.
- Do you have any idea what that feels like?
- Actually, I do.
- Of course, in my case...
- It was true.
- Now, come on. Let's go.

- sit across from a boo-pound chickasaw named Arnold.
- He loves dinosaurs as much as you do.
- Tell him that, and he'll have your back forever.
- There he is!
- Police!
- Don't move!
- Stay right where you are.
- Put your hands in the air.

Sofia: Fine, but you must loosen that tie and do something about your hair.
John: What's wrong with my hair?
Sofia: It's trying too hard.

Sameen: [to "Phil"] Who sent you? Why are you here?
Toke: What happened to Phil?
Sameen: This was a domestic terrorist who ingested cyanide to avoid giving me information about his underground operation.
Toke: Phil became a terrorist?

- Thank you.
- Get her outta here now.

Detective: 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: I'm often misunderstood.

John: Good morning Finch...
Harold: Mr Reese. What have you been doing?
John: Corrupting Detective Fusco...
Harold: Does he really need any help in that regard?

- I'd prefer it actually.
- I don't know exactly what you do, or how you're doing it...
- But I know that if people ever find out...
- When they find out...
- There won't be anything I can do to protect you.
- Go play with your son.

- Maybe there's a future somewhere else.
- Maybe a city where you could 90 pro?
- They'd pay a lot more for each fight.
- But for now, there's a more important one right here.
- Thanks, Riley.
- Your sister's waiting.

- Logged by a plate reader on a cruiser in south Brooklyn.
- I'm gonna start looking.
- Glad to hear it. Thank you.
- Fusco [over earpiece]: Finch?
- Go ahead.
- Fusco: All right, I'm going in now.
- I'm sorry.
- Presto, I'm in.

Michael: Any sign of our guy Bekhti?
Sameen: No. And I just had to shoot our best chance of finding him.
Michael: I can't take you anywhere, Shaw.
Sameen: Well, he was calling Bekhti. I got a partial number. Eight digits.
Michael: Couldn't you have shot him after he finished dialing?

- I call my boss, you try to kill him.
- It's very embarrassing for me.
- I will send you the location.
- You make sure he's there, or else I go public with the aquino files.
- When?
- Tonight.
- And, Wilson, don't keep me waiting.

- I need it unsealed, Carter.
- What did I just say about rules?
- You have your rules...
- And you have the chance to save a life.
- It's your choice.
- I'll be in touch.

- 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 7! Find you.

- Well, I imagine the boss will be as impressed as I am with what you've created.
- So, um, why don't I call you once he weighs in?
- I look forward to it.
- Tell me something.
- Why bring it to us?
- You could have gone anywhere.
- Your boss's reputation precedes him.

- 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 7! Find you.

Daniel: How many times can a person re-do their kitchen? I personally like the one we had three kitchens ago.

John: [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: Okay, look, I already broke you out of jail tonight. I'm not springing you from the funny farm.

- Nathan, it's me.
- I have some good news that I wanted to share it with you.
- Try me later.

- I'm confident he won't kill his wife in the back of their car.
- But I wouldn't put it past him to pull something at the event.
- And the militia members will be in attendance.
- Reese: Perfect timing for a frame job.
- Crowd: Maryland militia protects america!
- Maryland militia protects america!

Harold: When the towers came down, you were in a hotel in Mexico. I was here. I was working. Didn't even know about the attacks until that evening. You see, Mr. Reese, until that day, I had spent the better part of my life making myself very rich. Suddenly all that money didn't seem to amount to much.
[pauses, then continues the story]
Harold: After the attacks, the government gave itself the power to read every email, listen to every cell phone, but they needed something that could sort through it all, something that could pick the terrorists out of the general population before they could act. The public wanted to be protected. They just didn't want to know how they were being protected. So when they finally got a system that worked, they kept it secret.
John: So how do you know about it?
Harold: I built it.

- Come on, John. Time to go, sweetheart.
- Come on.
- And what I found was that the moment that often mattered the most, the moment when you truly found out who they were, was often their last one.

IAB: Detective Szymanski, did you talk to Anthony Marconi two nights ago?
Detective: No. Absolutely not.
IAB: No? Then when was the last time you guys talked?
Detective: [Gestures to the photo of Scarface] The last time I talked to that guy, his men shot me.

Harold: [Panicked] Are you hit?
Root: I'm fine, Harry.
Root: I'm just fine.

- You paid me to save him, not listen to him talk.
- And while your combat skills are impressive, your bedside manner still leaves a little something to be desired.
- I was thinking you might stop by and we could discuss it over a nice cup of tea.
- Well, as fun as that sounds, Finch, illpass.

- Detective Carter? Ed solis, iab.
- I know the drill.
- Full debrief with internal affairs, even on a good shoot.
- A good shoot? That what you call this?
- Carter, you said you saw a gun, and I believe you...
- But there isn't one there.

John: Shaw.
Sameen: Reese.
John: Gotta save somebody.
Sameen: Know the feeling.

Alicia: My people want answers. Your company has had the NSA feeds for three years.
Nathan: Not my company, just me.
Alicia: If congress knew about this machine you're building, about the unfettered access we've given you to all the data we're compiling on U. S. citizens, you wouldn't just be shut down - You would go to jail!
Nathan: I don't suppose they'd let us be cell-mates.

- The big picture, that's hers.
- The only thing
- I know for sure is...
- I ".Need" .you.
- Then you should get out of my way.
- Wait.
- Safety first.

Harold: You find my fascination with hotels a bit peculiar, don't you?
John: You sharing anything personal is peculiar.
Harold: A hotel is one of the last few places where a person can retain relative anonymity.
John: Makes it easier when disappearing foreign diplomats from their penthouses.

- I don't know if I'll ever feel safe.
- All right, maybe this'll help.
- Ifsloaded.
- Thank you. For everything.
- You're welcome.
- Your bus leaves soon.
- Yeah.
- Don't wanna miss it.

Detective: Analyst from the real-time crime center sent over footage from some of the cameras around Bodega La Nueva.
Detective: Some? There's more cameras than this?
Detective: Yeah. Mayor wants one on every corner.
Detective: Wow, no wonder I feel like I'm always being watched.

John: I thought I just might find you here.
Sameen: And you decided to drop in for a visit?
John: Stakeouts can get a little tedious.
Sameen: And what made you think I wanted the company? The time I shot you or the time I ditched you at the cemetery?
John: I'm persistent.
Sameen: Or maybe you just can't take a hint.

Carl: You're calmer than normal, John. Given the circumstances.
John: I took a trip to the mountains, and I saw an old friend. Just reminded me what I've been missing.
Carl: And what is that?
John: Life.

- Finch: Samaritan doesn't care about irrelevant numbers...
- Ms. Shaw.
- It wasn't programmed that way.
- But it knew this woman was about to commit murder...
- And chose to playjudge, jury and executioner with her husband.
- It's drawing attention to itself.
- But for what reason?

- Keep an eye on the suspect.
- If he gets up, just hit this button.
- It'll summon me.
- Man: Ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign.
- Everyone should return to their seats and remain seated with their seat belts fastened.

- Next time you decide you wanna deal e to a kid who's clearly never bought in his life...
- Do it in the locker room.
- Because this jumpy fool is a neon sign shouting, "drugs ahoy," chief.
Caleb: Aah.
- Finch: That's enough.
- Unless you wanna settle this in the principal's office.
- Are you okay?
- I don't need your help. Okay?

- Do you have it?
- Yeah, I told you I'd find a buyer.
Fermin: Good, [need it. I'm on my way there.
- Eight hundred for the laptop.
- Don't trust me?
- Not at all.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Thank you so much, man.
- Good luck, my friend.

- It wouldn't be the first time.
- From maddy's personal file...
- It seems that Oliver veldt's blood type is o-negative.
- If I can hack the hospital's inventory and register a shortage of o-negative blood...
- I could stall the surgery without breaking any of Wesley's rules.
- Reese: Finch. I pinpointed the sniper's location.
- Based on that laser, our sniper has a northeast position at least eight floors up.

- You are a good man, Harold.
- And you, thanks for reminding me that it's not just my ass on the line.
- You ever hear of right of way?
- You're gonna pay for this!
- Finch, I think she just stole your watch.
- Oh, that's okay. I stole her ring.
- She knows where to find me if she wants it back.

- What if this Howard has something to do with the rise in missing persons?
- What do you know about that?
- Just that you might be the only one who can stop poor Howard from becoming another statistic.
- Happy hunting.
- Perfect.

- You'll live longer.
- I hear hypnotherapists are in pretty high demand these days.
- You know, I do have a thriving practice to rebuild.
- I'm gonna need a new office with a few less bullet holes.
- My advice?
- Rebuild in another city.

- Maybe we should just read him in.
- No, he already knows too much.
- He's not Simon Lee or Claire mahoney, and there's no convincing him otherwise.
- The longer he stays around, the more questions he'll have.
- Wanna really blow his mind?
- Tell him there are two of these things.

- If the NSA provides us with New York City's surveillance feeds, we will find you a terrorist.
Senator: You could find me a thousand terrorists, but like I said, we 7! Never get this through congress.
- Man: And as I told you, dissenting voices would not be a problem.

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.

- Officer: I need an ambulance at 4319th street. Craftbar cafe.
- Ma'am, stand back, please.
- Paramedic 1: Weak pulse, but tachycardic. BP is 70/30.
- Shallow respiration, internal asphyxia, convulsions.
- Guy's having a seizure.
- Paramedic 2: What's going...? Hey.

- Homicides are down.
- Samaritan is preventing murders.
- Maybe it's not all bad.
- Not all bad is not good enough.
- Finch, how did you teach your machine to be good?
- By example.

- He's in danger now, because he was working for you.
- So you're gonna help me get him back.

- You can counteract it with atropine.
- In case I bump it.
- Shaw: The close we use, you've got about four minutes.
- So unless you've got some atropine on you, don't bump it.
- I got a friend who wants to talk to you.
- Why would I wanna talk to your friend?
- You got somewhere better to be?

- Contact the station master and stop that train.
- Remember, it's capture, not kill.
- I need to interrogate this target first.
- What the hell?
- Evasive maneuver.

Sameen: [Enters the library silently] I knew you were holding out on me.
Harold: [Startled] Must you do that?
Sameen: So we have another number.
Harold: I haven't decided.
Sameen: Decided? I didn't think you got to decide.
Harold: Actually, I do.
[Harold stares at his screen silently]
Sameen: Okay, well, is that going to happen anytime soon, or should I be looking for some action elsewhere?

- But you gotta be more careful.
- You found the truck.
- It entered maple and never left.
- Shaw's still here in town.
- Hold on, Shaw.
- We're close.

- So far, no sign of Benton.
- She puts in 16-hour days at the hospital, stays out all night.
- Why? What's driving her?
- Uh, Finch, hold on a second.
- Man of the hourjust showed up.
- Benton: Just a Martini, up.

[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: [to Judge Monahan, as she surrenders her weapon] I'll spare you the Shakespeare quote.
Alonzo: 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: "To be or not to be," bitch.

- The machine. You know how it works.
- The irrelevant list.
- It would send turing's name if you put her in danger.
- Irrelevant list?
- I didn't need to lure you out.
- I've been following you for weeks.
- I thought she'd never shut up.

Charlie: I thought about killing you, John. But I realized that that would seem ungrateful. Besides, how do you take the life of someone so talented? I could really use a guy like you in my organization. I wish you luck, John. If you stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours.
John: What if I don't?
Charlie: Then we'll meet again under less pleasant circumstances.

- You're right.
- I don't let people in.
- That's not why I didn't tell anyone about the case.
- I wanted to close this one myself.
- -Just me. -why?
- It was a chance to be close to you again.

Alicia: You're a hard man to find, Harold.
Harold: I don't know who you...
Alicia: Save it. We met before, remember? Nathan introduced you as his IT guy. He always had a talent for understatement.
Harold: What do you want from me, Alicia?
Alicia: Nothing complicated. You created God. And now you're gonna help me shut it down.

George: [On the phone] You didn't know I knew about your stash or the fact that you were sticking it to Sean's old lady?
Riley: What do you want?
George: How about my son back.
Riley: I'm sorry, George but Eddie did not leave me a choice.
George: Well, you can apologize to him yourself in a moment or two.

- Thanks for looking after him.
Becca: Anytime.
- Did you get everything taken care of?
- I'm still working on it.
- Think it's gonna be okay.
Becca: I'm glad to hear it.
- Maybe we can walk him together sometime.
- Maybe.

- Our guy Joey durban, been on him for eight hours.
- All he's done is open doors for old ladies and now he's window-shopping.
- If the machine's given us his number, he must be caught up in something.
- He got a text. It's a bit garbled.
- Sending it over.
- Finch: "Anchor do."
- This supposed to mean something?
- Reese: I don't know. You're the genius.

- Great minds think alike, huh?
- Danny, if we get out of this...
- When. When we get out of here.
- Maybe we could...
- Is it crazy if we try again?
- I think it's just crazy enough.
- I'm so sorry I tried to kill you, honey.
- Me too.

- You will never find us.
- But victim or perpetrator, if your number's up, we 7! Find you.
- The polls are now open, and we will keep you updated all day long.
- Man 1: We've got several early updates on races across the country.
- Man 2: In the New York gubernatorial race...
- We've have incumbent governor Murray leading 52 to 48.

Glen: The mafia Don's kid? Based on what?
- Four sources: Anonymous tip, guard at the docks...
- An FBI agent familiar with the case, and zambrano himself.
- He admitted it to you?
- He wasn't yelling because he's innocent.
- I hear Donnelly's already filed the indictment.
- We'll run it on the website and back-edit it once the feds pick him up.

Lab: Who are you?
Harold: Considering they called me when your system was compromised, I'd say I'm the guy that just took your job.

- Information on Ms. Zhirova is a little hard to come by.
- She has virtually no digital footprint.
- All I have so far is a last known address.
- It's a housing project in the south Bronx.
- I can't even find a photo of the woman.
- Then let's go have a look at her.

- Suppose I speak to the Dean on your behalf?
- That would work.
- Thank you.

- I'm not sure your father will even like it that I'm here.
- I wouldn't want to upset him further.
- Uncle Ralph, he's no longer with us.
- Doesn't mean he's not watching.
- Right.
- Thank you.

- John, what is going on?
- I don't need your services anymore,
- Andrea.
- But I think you're gonna need mine.

- It's so adorable how John follows you around like that.
- I wish I had a pet.
- Looks like you're gonna need a new one.