- Harold Finch: You're in a good mood, Mr. Reese.
- John Reese: I am. I woke up this morning and felt, took me a while to put my finger on it, but I felt happy. Must be this job.
- Harold Finch: John, can you hear me? You must get out now.
- John Reese: I'm not gonna make it, Harold. Sorry I screwed up. But I meant what I said yesterday. So, thanks, Harold. It was fun.
- Harold Finch: Why's she doing this? For Shayn?
- John Reese: Yes. And her brother. She still feels a debt. The dead have a power like that, as you know.
- Harold Finch: I'm watching Philip Chapple meet with two armed men.
- John Reese: What are they like?
- Harold Finch: Like you, to be honest - low-key and vaguely menacing.
- Detective Joss Carter: John! Are you out of your mind? Impersonating a law enforcement officer? Marshall Jennings, you took his star.
- John Reese: He wasn't using it anymore. It's great, Carter. Just flash a badge, and people tell you everything.
- Detective Joss Carter: Donnelly's back, and he's hot for the man in the suit. He has a new theory.
- John Reese: Yeah, that I'm working for China or something. We heard. We also heard his offer. Maybe a transfer to the FBI would be good for you.
- Detective Joss Carter: Do you listen to all of my conversations?
- John Reese: More or less. You're looking nice, Carter. Maybe this Cal Beecher would be good for you too. So long as he treats you right. He messes with you, he'll be hearing from me.
- Detective Joss Carter: Okay, alright, look. We're gonna have to set some boundaries here.
- John Reese: Well, sure. Things get heavy with you and Cal, we'll tune out right away.
- John Reese: Semtex and building plans. They'll find a soft entry point and blast their way into the vault. I like these kids.
- Harold Finch: I'd like them to live.
- Harold Finch: [Washing Bear] Mr. Reese, it's your turn to dry him!
- John Reese: Abby could be in imminent danger
- [he strides off]
- Harold Finch: He's your dog!
- John Reese: You'll manage.
- John Reese: I assume you put a tracker on him.
- Harold Finch: Rather a clever one, if I do say so myself. His prosthetic arm is controlled by myoelectric sensors by way of a wireless link, so I cloned the link and reprogrammed it to attempt a forced pair with every cell phone they pass.
- John Reese: Leaving a nice GPS trail. Well done, Finch.
- Harold Finch: Especially on the back of a speeding motorcycle, which was *exhilarating*, by the way. I might have to get myself one.
- Harold Finch: John, this has gone far enough.
- John Reese: Has it, Finch?
- Harold Finch: Yes. Stop them. I can deal with Chapple.
- John Reese: Chapple hurt them, Finch. They tried the law. The law wasn't interested. What have they got left? Besides, I've always had a thing about people who screw with veterans.
- Harold Finch: John, it's far too risky.
- John Reese: What did you say, Harold? No such thing as a risk-free life.
- Detective Lionel Fusco: What are you doing here, Simmons?
- Officer Patrick Simmons: I'm keeping an eye on you, you slippery little mutt. What are you doing?
- Detective Lionel Fusco: None of your business.
- Officer Patrick Simmons: You're following Cal Beecher. You're checking him out for Carter?
- Detective Lionel Fusco: No, I've been wondering who else you've been flapping your gums to.
- Officer Patrick Simmons: About you burying Davidson? Not Beecher. Not yet.
- Detective Lionel Fusco: You crossed a line when you made that call to Carter. Pointing her towards me in the Davidson murder.
- Officer Patrick Simmons: What line is that?
- Detective Lionel Fusco: The line where I don't give a crap anymore. So, watch your back.
- John Reese: Finch. What's happening?
- Harold Finch: I've explained to Shayn that we're trying to help him.
- John Reese: Did he believe you?
- Harold Finch: No, especially when I told him that you have Abby. Things are a little tense.
- [See Shayn has a gun on Finch]
- John Reese: Let me talk to him.
- [Finch passes the phone]
- Shayn Coleman: Who is this?
- John Reese: You know, Abby keeps asking me the same thing. It's really not important.
- Shayn Coleman: If you hurt her, you will be sorry.
- John Reese: The same goes for you and my friend. We should meet.
- Harold Finch: Mr. Reese, what's happening?
- John Reese: [Getting shot at by Chapple's mercs] I hate to say this, Finch, but we're in a bit of a pickle here.
- Harold Finch: Were you able to trace the owner of the motorcycle, Detective?
- Detective Joss Carter: No, because it was stolen from a second-hand showroom in Queens four days ago. I got the camera tapes out of the robbery squad. I see the perp is a single male.
- Harold Finch: You looking at the footage now?
- Detective Joss Carter: Yes. Why?
- Harold Finch: [Hacks into her computer to see the video] No reason.
- Detective Joss Carter: Blew the locks with det cord. Ignored the alarms, 'cause he knew he'd be less than 30 seconds. He broke the key case with his bare hand. Chose his machine, and
- [See's the perp drive strait through a window]
- Detective Joss Carter: Whoa.
- John Reese: That's impressive.
- [John rewinds the footage]
- Detective Joss Carter: What is - what - what is going on here? Don't tell me you can see what's on my computer too. What did I say about setting boundaries?
- Detective Joss Carter: So, does anyone know where this Abby Monroe lives?
- Planning Office Manager: We ran a check. The address she gave us is fake. The phone number is a pay phone.
- John Reese: Hey, solid background check there.
- Detective Lionel Fusco: Hey, Olson, you worked at the 55. You know a Narco detective named Cal Beecher?
- Detective Olson: Oh, yeah, sure do. We used to call him 18-karat Cal. Better suits, better cars, better girls than the rest of us. Maybe he just had better taste.
- Detective Lionel Fusco: Or maybe he was on the take.
- Detective Olson: Did you hear me say that?
- Detective Lionel Fusco: Don't know. What are you saying?
- Detective Olson: Look, he was undercover narcotics. A lot of buy-and-busts, a lot of money hanging around. Anyway, why you want to know?
- Detective Lionel Fusco: Ah, I just been seeing him around.
- Detective Olson: Yeah. He's been hanging around Detective Carter. Bees like honey, Fusco.
- John Reese: Finch, are you okay?
- Harold Finch: Aside from riding on a motorcycle - illegally - I'm fine! I'll be in touch.
- John Reese: I'm just saying, by the way Abby went off the grid, cut all ties, she's planning something, Finch.
- Harold Finch: You think our honor student wants to blow up Wall Street?
- John Reese: Well, her boyfriend might. He isn't the first vet to try something extreme. We are an odd bunch, Finch.
- Harold Finch: 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.
- Abby Monroe: [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.
- Harold Finch: When the charity closes, I'll go back in, see what I can find.
- John Reese: When I said you need to get out more, I didn't mean that. Let me take care of it.
- Harold Finch: No such thing as a risk-free life, Mr. Reese, and Abby is still our priority. You wait for her. So, I'll go back in, see what exactly Chapple's hiding.
- Detective Cal Beecher: Is something wrong, Carter?
- Detective Joss Carter: Donnelly made me an offer today.
- Detective Cal Beecher: What, I got competition? From that guy?
- Detective Joss Carter: No, not that sort of offer. He, um, invited me to join the FBI.
- Harold Finch: I'm seeing what I can only describe as interference on our phone link.
- John Reese: Is it Root?
- Harold Finch: No, it's a broad spectrum sweep, heavy-duty computer power. Root's more subtle than that. It must be our FBI friend. Stay off the line and please get out now. If Shayn and Abby won't come, leave them.
- John Reese: I don't leave people, and they're bringing down a very bad man. Now, isn't that what your experiment's all about?
- Harold Finch: My "experiment" is about stopping people from getting killed, not robbing banks.
- Alonzo Quinn: Peter Yogorov, enforcer for the Russian mob. Least he used to be until Elias took out his old man. Seems like something that might be to our advantage.
- Officer Patrick Simmons: To hit back at Elias?
- Alonzo Quinn: To build another revenue stream. Yogorov's at MCC, awaiting trial with his little brother Lazlo. DA's got him dead to rights on a dozen different counts. Maybe we can do something about that.
- Officer Patrick Simmons: You need something on the District Attorney?
- Alonzo Quinn: Let me handle that. By going all spartan on our emissaries, Elias has made it clear - that relationship is over. We need new friends.
- Officer Patrick Simmons: You want me to talk to the Russians? Open negotiations?
- Alonzo Quinn: They have all the right pieces, but with us behind them, cash flow would no longer be an issue.
- Officer Patrick Simmons: Understood, boss. Just heard something interesting. Looks like that pain-in-the-ass Donnelly finally caught up with the man in the suit.
- Alonzo Quinn: Not even 7:00 AM, and already a perfect day.
- Special Agent Nicholas Donnelly: So, we've been tracking this man for ten months. Every time we get close, he slips right out from under us, as if he has some guardian angel. All I've looked for since then is a lead, any lead, and then I realized, the phone. He's in constant communication with his handlers.
- Detective Joss Carter: I thought of that. Cross-checked crime scenes he was reported at with cell tower logs of IMEIs. Came up with nothing.
- Special Agent Nicholas Donnelly: Exactly. Nothing. Our engineers at Quantico analyzed the cell tower traffic from that night he gave us the slip downtown. Under the wireless and radio noise, they found short bursts of a cloned IMEI with a unique signature. I tasked an FBI computer cluster to search for that signature. 24 hours ago, the cluster came online. It spotted another burst of cloned imeis at the exact time and location of the robbery. It's him. I've got SWAT teams standing by. If he uses that phone, we'll have him.