Detective Joss Carter: These pictures you sent over look suspiciously like the ones from our plate readers. Did you take one off my car?
John Reese: Well, no... Not from your car...
Harold Finch: Based on her remarks at the bar, sounds like Detective Carter is eying Fusco. Isn't it time we told her that he's working with HR at our behest?
John Reese: Not yet.
Harold Finch: And after all that talk about honesty.
John Reese: It's safer for both of them. The less people who know about Fusco, the less danger he's in.
Harold Finch: So now you're protecting Fusco?
John Reese: I'm protecting an asset.
John Reese: Did we actually accomplish anything here?
John Reese: We stopped Tommy from getting away with murder. That's something.
Harold Finch: He didn't stand a chance, did he? ?
John Reese: The problem with trying to be the bad guy... there's always someone worse.
Captain Lynch: Used to play pickup games here when I was a kid.
Detective Lionel Fusco: You were a kid?
Detective Lionel Fusco: I should have shot you and simplified my life!
John Reese: Pressure getting to you Fusco?
John Reese: [realizing Tommy's accomplice is about to betray him] I'm so sorry.
Tommy Clay: Sorry? What are you sorry for?
John Reese: The law of the fishes. I should've seen it coming.
Tommy Clay: What are you talking about?
John Reese: The people I help, I never know if they're gonna be the victim or the perp, but I think this time... you're both.
Detective Joss Carter: I thought you said we were working this one together.
John Reese: We are. You're taking care of the shooter, and I'm making sure the cheating boyfriend doesn't get hurt.
[Glances at a guy sitting near them]
John Reese: Looks fine to me.
John Reese: [after Ashely shoots Tommy] First time you shot someone? First one's hard. You've probably been thinking about it for a while, psyched yourself up. But the second one can even be harder.
Mark Snow: You've been reassigned. You head out tonight. China.
John Reese: No can do. I need to take leave - Family emergency.
Mark Snow: You don't have any family.
John Reese: The thing about striking out on your own, Tommy, is that's how you usually end up.
Kara Stanton: Spent decades trying to invent the perfect nutritional ration.
John Reese: And it's still inedible.
Kara Stanton: It's just a matter of time before this is all obsolete.
John Reese: We'll still have to eat.
Kara Stanton: I'm not talking about the MREs. You got satellites replacing surveillance teams, drones replacing fighter pilots.
John Reese: So we've outlived our usefulness? We'll be replaced by a push of a button, is that it?
Kara Stanton: What do you think?
John Reese: I think we're still here.
Detective Joss Carter: It all comes down to a matter of trust, the foundation of any healthy relationship. I just need to know where this is headed.
John Reese: Trust is a two-way street, Carter.
Detective Joss Carter: I know. I do trust you and your friend - The two people I know the least. It's the job I'm not sure about anymore. I don't know who's got my back on the force. I'm pretty sure the guy across the desk from me is dirty.
[Carter is talking about Fusco]
John Reese: Well, I'll keep my eye on him.
Kara Stanton: Bird flu must have been a cover. The place is under quarantine.
John Reese: Scaring the locals.
Kara Stanton: A lot of precautions for a computer virus. I'm not sure we're being told the whole story here.
John Reese: "Ours is not to reason why." Isn't that what you taught me?
Kara Stanton: And I thought you weren't listening.
John Reese: Why are you here?
Detective Lionel Fusco: Len sent me over. Presupposed to meet a guy by the name of Clay.
John Reese: HR looking for a cut of the heist?
Detective Lionel Fusco: HR helped set up the heist. They hand-picked the shooters. I'm supposed to be picking up their cut.
John Reese: You've got a problem. Tommy Clay's long gone. And he left his buddies behind.
[Gestures to the dead shooters]
Detective Lionel Fusco: Ah, jeez. I don't come back with the platinum, HR's gonna think I took it. That makes me a dead man. You gotta help me with this. You got me working with these guys in the first place.
John Reese: I'll find Tommy. Now off you go.
Detective Lionel Fusco: Off I go? What am I gonna tell HR, huh?
John Reese: You're a talented liar, Detective, remember? That's why I picked you.
Kara Stanton: You ever wonder where we get our intel?
John Reese: I thought you didn't ask questions, just followed orders.
Kara Stanton: I never said it was easy.
Harold Finch: [after Fusco shot Lynch to protect Reese] Mr. Reese, everything okay?
John Reese: Finch, we're going to need your trunk.
Detective Lionel Fusco: No, I got this one. I shot him with her gun. Simple enough to make it look like Lynch botched the whole thing.
John Reese: You're getting good at this, Lionel.
Detective Lionel Fusco: I was always good at this. That's why you picked me in the first place. Remember?
Kara Stanton: [Kara turns her gun on Reese] Sorry, John. Nothing personal. They told me you've been compromised, that as your partner, it was my mess to clean up.
Kara Stanton: Something funny?
John Reese: I got the same orders as you. Whoever sent us here doesn't want us to retrieve the package. They want to confirm it's destroyed. They want everyone who had contact with it destroyed. And you just gave them a beacon.
Tommy Clay: Hey Murray, Johnny here is a philosopher... smart!
Murray Langston: He must have deep thoughts...
Tommy Clay: Just don't get caught napping on my watch.
Mark Snow: Reese. One more thing. After you secure the package, you're to retire Agent Stanton.
John Reese: You're telling me to kill my partner?
Mark Snow: We've intercepted unauthorized communications between her and this man, a go-between for Hezbollah. Large deposits into an off-shore account. She's been compromised. As her partner, you should have noticed. We clean up our own mess, Reese. You know that.
John Reese: I wasn't supposed to help Tommy. I was supposed to stop him.
Detective Joss Carter: 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.
Detective Joss Carter: Agent Snow and... whatever your name is.
Tyrell Evans: [meekly] Evans.
Detective Joss Carter: What do you want?
Mark Snow: Oh, to say hi, see how you are.
Detective Joss Carter: I'm fine. What do you want?
Mark Snow: We know that you're talking to the FBI about Reese.
Detective Joss Carter: Is there a law against that?
Mark Snow: As they've proven time and again, the FBI cannot be trusted with matters of national security. Do not talk to Agent Donnelly.
Detective Joss Carter: 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?
Mark Snow: 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 Evans: Ordos? Must be our guy.
Mark Snow: 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 Stanton: Hello, Mark. Have a seat. We have some catching up to do.
John Reese: Tommy, you were clean. You had a wife, a kid, no prior record. But you threw it all away. Why?
Tommy Clay: Because every day for the last ten years, I've protected other people's money, and I have nothing show for it. Nothing.
John Reese: So the world owes you, is that it?
Tommy Clay: No, it doesn't. I figured that one out. Took a while. You know what else I figured out? Hauling around all that money - You get what you take. So I'm taking mine.
Harold Finch: The crew consists of a driver, Murray Langston been working at Grayling for 20 years. Tommy is the hopper, the most dangerous position on the crew. He has to leave the truck to pick up and drop off cargo. And then there's the guard, which is you.
John Reese: If the machine gave us Tommy's number...
Harold Finch: Then somebody's probably planning a robbery. Seventy-three percent of car robberies happen when the hopper's away. So if they're gonna hit you, that's when it'll happen.