John Reese: I know you won't carry a gun, but if I'm sending you back in the field, you're getting some basic self-defense.
Harold Finch: Oh, I really don't think...
John Reese: No, listen up. If Trask comes at you, put your fingers straight out like this and strike at his eyes.
Harold Finch: Poke him in the eyes? That's your technique?
John Reese: No that's YOUR technique. And if that doesn't work you can always take your thumb, jam it in his eye socket and twist until you hit his brain.
Harold Finch: Please stop...!
Nathan Ingram: You talk about the machine likes it's a living thing.
Harold Finch: Ssh. It can hear you...
Detective Joss Carter: You're gonna have to tell me something. Like who the hell are you, and what exactly is going on here?
Harold Finch: 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 Finch: 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 Joss Carter: You can't know that.
Harold Finch: Did you bring your service weapon, detective? Sorry to toss you into the deep end, but, as you know, my friend is indisposed.
Harold Finch: You're not tailing her to work?
John Reese: [In a wheelchair] I'm getting pretty good at this thing...
Harold Finch: Yes, I'm sure the CIA will be deeply impressed... when they shoot you!
Alicia Corwin: My people want answers. Your company has had the NSA feeds for three years.
Nathan Ingram: Not my company, just me.
Alicia Corwin: 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 Ingram: I don't suppose they'd let us be cell-mates.
Harold Finch: [to the Morgue doctor] Your name is Farouk Madani. You were the best surgeon in Najaf, but you can't afford a license in the States because you send all your money home to family. Stitch him up - No questions asked - and you can be a doctor again.
Nathan Ingram: For once, I'd like you to handle one of these meetings while I lurk in the shadows.
Harold Finch: You couldn't lurk if you tried.
Nathan Ingram: That number we gave her It better pan out.
Harold Finch: It will.
Nathan Ingram: How?
Harold Finch: I don't know. But the machine does. Have a little faith, Nathan.
Nathan Ingram: In you or in the machine?
Harold Finch: When the phone company puts in your wi-fi, the password is your phone number. Most people never even change it. The other ones might actually take a minute. Once we're in, we can turn every webcam, nanny cam, security system, and laptop on the network into our eyes and ears.
John Reese: Just like the machine.
Harold Finch: I suppose If one apartment building were the entire world.
John Reese: [Looks at a screen] Well, Lily the cook seems to be dating Rick from the penthouse.
Harold Finch: Hmm.
John Reese: [Looks at another screen. There's a very fit woman doing a fitness routine] And Amber in 714 is... healthy.
Harold Finch: Somehow I doubt that's what alerted the machine.
Harold Finch: You know, his name isn't Ernest Trask, it's Ernesto Machado. He used to own six nightclubs in Miami, a yacht, house in Coral Gables, and...
[Hands him a photo]
John Reese: A pet tiger. It was all true.
Harold Finch: Even the part about it being bad for his health. He testified against the Cuban mafia in 1996. Still a price on his head.
John Reese: He's in Witness Protection.
Harold Finch: That's why you couldn't find Mrs. Trask. She came with him from Miami, but without the houses and the clubs she didn't last long. She left him, moved in with relatives - In Boca Raton.
John Reese: How'd you find all that out?
Harold Finch: I'm good with computers.
John Reese: Be honest, Finch. There is no machine, is there? It's just you.
Harold Finch: Trask is armed, has a dangerous fixation on Lily, and just chased me up 3 floors. Safe to say he's our perpetrator!
John Reese: I don't know Finch. You sure you don't want to check with your Machine?
Harold Finch: Yes... that joke never gets old...!
Mark Snow: There a problem, detective?
Detective Joss Carter: Are you guys this sloppy when you're tracking Al Qaeda?
Mark Snow: Cute place. You gonna be out for a while?
Detective Joss Carter: Right, this isn't you being sloppy at all. This is you making a point.
Ernie Trask: I'm the super. Name is Trask. I tell you that already?
John Reese: Twice.
Ernie Trask: I guess I'm getting old. It seems like yesterday I was partying till dawn down in Miami. Used to own six nightclubs down there. You know, I had a mansion in coral gables, a white bengal tiger. Had to give all that up. Bad for my health. What about you? Where you from? What do you do? How'd you wind up in that chair?
John Reese: I had a rough night.
John Reese: How's it going with Lily?
Harold Finch: This may be the best-catered stakeout in history.
John Reese: Don't eat in the field, Finch. Never know when you'll have to move fast.
Nathan Ingram: So I guess the number panned out?
Denton Weeks: What I need you to explain to me is... how? How did some damn computer program spot a traitor when federal agents couldn't?
Nathan Ingram: Honestly? Not a clue. The machine will deliver actionable intelligence in time to thwart any threat to national security, but its operating system is a black box.
Denton Weeks: And if we want to direct this machine at a specific target?
Nathan Ingram: No need. It already watches every target.
Alicia Corwin: You're asking us to take a lot on faith here, Nathan. A piece of software we can't inspect, can't control or modify, that only feeds us intel when it feels like it?
Nathan Ingram: When it perceives a threat. Look, I'm sorry, folks, but it's the only way that we can keep it and us protected. If no human sees what the machine sees, then technically, no one's fourth amendment rights have been violated.
Denton Weeks: Why don't you just focus on your computer, Mr. Ingram, and leave the constitutional concerns to us?
Nathan Ingram: Because I'm a citizen too, and I'm a lot more comfortable having this machine watch my every move than someone like you.
Denton Weeks: If you're going to be supplying crippled software, maybe we need to revisit the question of price.
Nathan Ingram: [Smiles] Why don't you tell him the price negotiated, Alicia?
Alicia Corwin: Mr. Ingram felt that this project was his duty as a citizen, not a businessman. He's building the machine for one U. S. dollar.
Mark Snow: Finest surveillance training on the planet, and a New York cop gave you the slip. Well, I know she's not in here, guys.