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(Finch) We are being watched.

The government has a secret system...

a Machine that spies on you every hour of every day.

I designed the Machine to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up, we'll find you.

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[distorted voices]

Any word from Root?

And no new leads on Shaw.

Any progress on the backlog of numbers we missed

when Samaritan went on the offensive?

The ones I've looked into are already dead

or locked up for the crimes we failed to prevent.

Me, too, but I found three

that are open missing persons cases.

All three went missing during the same 48-hour period.

I'm trying to find out if they might be connected.

Or still alive.

I'll do what I can to assist,

but I'm afraid the unfortunate facts of having a real life

have finally caught up to me.

Professor Whistler has jury duty,

and I can't ignore it for fear of attracting

unwanted attention to my cover identity.

You just have to try to get out of it like everybody else.

And if I'm stuck on a jury when the next number comes up?

Fusco and I can handle it.

Now, about that, after everything that's happened...

Perhaps it would be best if we left him

out of our operations for now.

When we started, you told me we'd both wind up dead.

This is worse.

You're right.

If we're short-handed, we're short-handed.

We're not bringing anyone else into this.

It's just you and me again, Mr. Reese.

(Lana) I don't care if I have bad reception, Terrence.

We're rolling calls.

Now get me on with Anton.

We better be out of here by Friday night, you know.

I got courtside Knicks tickets.

Grading exams.

Where do you teach?

Oh, at a local college.

I was a high school English teacher

for 41 years, but budget cuts...

I was pushed into retirement.

I miss the students.

Well, some of them, but, you know,

I have a lot more free time now.

I'm actually learning to knit.

Indeed.

Well, if you'll forgive me,

I really should focus on some work.

Oh, you're computerized.

Now, that's great.

In public school, we barely had

enough money for books and teachers,

let alone fancy laptops.

(Finch) What in the... Oh!

(man) Okay, next group.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

(man) Paladino, Mel.

Everts, Riva. McDermott, Doug.

Whistler, Harold.

Oh...

(man) Rollins, Timothy.

Blake, Emma.

Oh, that's me.

I'm... I'm Emma, by the way.

Harold.

Well, at least we'll both have a friend in there, huh?

(Lana) I need to be excused due to financial hardship.

I am negotiating a multimillion dollar deal.

You'll be compensated for your time.

$40 a day.

I hate cops.

All cops.

I'd never believe anything a cop said.

Just like I don't believe what you're saying now.

Nice try, Mr. Rollins.

I don't really follow the news,

so I guess I don't have an opinion one way or the other.

No challenge, your honor.

No challenge.

No, I can't think of anything

that would prejudice me in this case.

I mean, except for the larger issues with our government.

Issues?

Well, one can't really call it

government of the people by the people anymore, can one?

Because we're all being watched

by an intelligent supercomputer

that's slowly but surely taking over the world.

You can return to your seat in the gallery, Mr. Whistler.

That's Professor Whistler, actually.

(Judge) Okay, that's our jury.

The rest of you are free to go.

[ringtone blaring Superfreak]

What did I say about cell phones?

Zero tolerance.

You are held in contempt.

What? No, I... I swear it was off.

That's not even my ringtone.

It seems we have a seat to fill.

Professor Whistler, your number's up.

When I said I was looking forward

to our next session, John, I didn't expect you

to make me wait so long.

Is that your way of saying you missed me, Iris?

[laughs softly]

It's my way of saying

you're not supposed to cancel mandatory sessions.

Well, they didn't give me mandatory sessions

'cause I'm good at following rules.

Captain Moreno said you took unpaid leave.

There was a death in the family.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you want to talk about it?

Okay.

Then onto the good news.

This is your last session.

I'm signing off on you.

Congratulations.

You're sane, or close enough.

And you're free to go.

Okay.

Well...

Thanks for everything.

Mm-hmm.

[laughs]

[whispering] I'm sorry.

[inhales deeply]

[indistinct chatter]

Missing persons?

You lost, Lionel?

What's the deal with these three?

The deal is they're on my desk, not yours.

Well, they're not homicides, so I was guessing

it's part of our little side project.

Actually, we're putting that on hold for a while.

When I need your help, I'll let you know.

[phone ringing]

(voices) Sierra... Close...

Someday soon, your phone will have a little "5K"

on its screen... a fifth generation wireless technology

that will make it run faster and work better,

and that 5K will be there because of Caroline Mills,

the hard-working CEO of a major telecommunications firm

who was gunned down in her own home

by her own husband, Chad Bryson.

See, Caroline was about to earn her company billions,

and you are going to hear from witness after witness

who will tell you that Chad, a failed entrepreneur,

couldn't handle his wife's success,

that their marriage was on the rocks,

and that, out of jealousy and greed,

Chad Bryson chose to kill his wife, Caroline,

rather than risk being left with nothing.

(Reese) Finch, we just got another number.

[whispering] I'm a touch busy at the moment.

(Reese) Yeah, but I think the Machine

wants you to handle this one personally.

[whispering] How can you possibly know that?

(Reese) Because I just tracked down our new number,

and she's sitting right next to you.

Well, I spent last night digging through Emma's

digital footprint.

You find anything interesting?

Nothing that she hadn't already told me yesterday.

She taught high school English

for 41 years and then was forced into retirement.

Although prescriptions for anti-depressants

and appointments with a psychiatrist

suggest that she's not happily retired.

Nothing wrong with getting a little help, Finch.

Certainly not.

I just can't find any clues as to why she needs our help.

Which means that whatever's going on,

it's probably about this trial.

Might explain why she has enough press clippings

about this case to wallpaper an asylum.

Yesterday, she denied knowing anything about it.

Telling them what they want to hear

to get herself on that jury.

Looks like she's obsessed.

Perhaps she's trying to get close enough to kill Chad.

(Reese) Or maybe she's one of those nutballs

who falls in love with a killer,

and she's after the prosecutors trying to put him away.

Either way, she may be our perpetrator.

Try to find out what she's planning, Mr. Reese.

I'll keep an eye on her here.

Oh, hi, neighbor.

[chuckles]

Well.

(Reese) Okay, Emma.

Bought any good murder weapons lately?

[phone ringing]

Kind of busy, Lionel.

Yeah, I figured that when you didn't show up for work this morning,

so I thought I'd lend a hand.

I'm trying to track down your missing three.

(Reese) Didn't I tell you to leave that alone?

You're not the only one who can pull

a missing person's file, smart guy.

One of your three, his cell signal

vanished in the armpit of Queens.

I don't have a body, but there's a bar near here,

until recently, belonged to Elias.

Damn it, Lionel.

(Fusco) So I'm thinking maybe

your missing person used to do business with Elias.

Lionel...

I said I could handle it.

Just stay out of this one, okay?

Yeah.

John!

Please tell me you didn't just shoot someone else.

Not yet.

But I was...

I thought maybe we could keep talking.

Of course.

About what?

About...

things that have happened.

Regular sessions.

I'd be happy to.

But you should know this will be more

than a quick chat to make sure you're not about to snap.

I'll be asking you some pretty tough questions.

Like what?

Like who are you, really?

Because you're not a cop.

My dad, three brothers, an uncle,

and two of my aunts... all police.

I've been around cops my whole life,

and you, my friend, are not a cop.

So how did John Reilly wind up working for the NYPD?

Does 9:00 AM tomorrow work for you?

And you worked closely with Caroline, Mr. Ward?

Senior Vice President of Operations.

I was her right hand.

Her death was a huge loss.

Caroline was Infinince.

Will the company fail without her?

Oh, no, we're in good hands now

with Dean Reston, our new CEO.

And the 5K standard that Caroline developed

is about to put us back on top.

It's just a shame she won't be alive to see it happen.

Did Caroline's success make her husband jealous?

She did mention once that they'd been fighting a lot.

She was thinking about a divorce.

(Cobb) And when was this?

Two weeks before she died.

(Cobb) Thank you, Mr. Ward.

Would you say Caroline was an easy person to work for?

Sure. Absolutely.

Exhibit A7, Your Honor.

A personnel report signed by Phillip Ward.

Could you read to me from page six, please?

"Attrition due to stress-related illnesses,

including migraines, ulcers, and mental health problems

have increased by 15%."

"Stress-related illnesses."

Caroline's employees were so miserable,

they were getting sick, leaving the company in droves.

Isn't it possible one of them killed her?

Objection.

(Judge) Sustained.

(Yates) Nothing further.

(Judge) We will now recess for lunch.

No. Karen!

Karen, you do not have that meeting without me.

I said we push so we push.

(Reese) If Emma's there to kill anybody,

she must be planning on using her bare hands.

I couldn't find any evidence

that she was trying to buy a weapon.

Perhaps her plan involves a method of attack

you haven't considered.

I know a lot of ways to kill people, Harold.

(Finch) She just pulled out a second phone.

_

Are you seeing this, Mr. Reese?

Maybe I couldn't find out Emma's plan

because she's working with a partner.

Here's lunch.

(woman) Oh, good. Give me a bite. I'm hungry.

Oh, thank you.

_

_

Or maybe she's not a partner after all,

but an unwilling participant.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

_

_

_

_

[choking and gasping]

Fiona?

Fiona, what's wrong?

It's an allergic reaction.

She's in anaphylactic shock.

Must have one of those epi-pen things on her, right?

She told the bailiff she couldn't have eggs.

(woman) There's eggs in mayo, right?

Call 911.

We need an ambulance.

Emma's not the perpetrator here, Mr. Reese.

Someone's trying to fix this trial,

and they're willing to kill to make it happen.

(Finch) Our poisoned juror should recover,

but she won't be back in court anytime soon.

An alternate will take her place.

Whoever's using Emma to fix the trial isn't playing around.

Any idea who sent her those texts?

Not yet, but in the meantime,

I think I know who's behind this.

It looks like Chad Bryson hired some sort of a fixer

to make sure he's found not guilty.

And since we got Emma's number,

they're probably planning to kill her

and any other jurors who get in their way.

They're trying to tip the scales of justice.

We're gonna tip them back.

Hello, John.

Been a while.

Zoe.

What are you doing here?

I do a lot of business here.

Especially when high-ranking officials

get arrested in a hot tub with hookers and blow

and they need me to clean up the mess.

So...

Detective.

What are you doing here?

Undercover work.

It's a long story.

Did you really think you could fix the Chad Bryson trial

without calling me for help?

I saw you snapping picture of the jurors,

and Harold's one of them.

Thanks, but we can handle this.

Yeah.

So one question.

If business lady votes "not guilty,"

what's Grandpa gonna vote?

(Reese) He's a cranky old man.

She seems like a pain in the ass.

She votes one way, he votes the opposite.

Guilty.

Good guess.

Totally wrong.

Do you see what he's doing?

He's taking a drink after she does.

That's called mirroring.

It means that, whether he knows it or not,

he has accepted her as the alpha.

If she votes "not guilty,"

he will, too.

You got some place we can go work?

(Reston) All anyone at our company wants

is what Caroline deserves, justice.

Thank you very much. Excuse me.

Here's what I've got so far.

Alpha-bitch Lana, well, she'd be fired

in a heartbeat if her bosses knew that she was embezzling.

Superfan Tim has a good size gambling problem,

and good old Mel has a 40-year-old

illegitimate son that he hasn't told his wife about.

We were trying to swing a verdict, Zoe,

not ruin their lives.

Well, a little leverage never hurts.

[door closes]

Court is adjourned, Mr. Reese.

What have you been...

Ms. Morgan.

Harold.

It's lovely to see you.

And so unexpected.

John? A word?

I thought we agreed not to involve

any more innocent people in our work.

Well, Zoe's not exactly what I'd call innocent.

Besides, she insisted.

And saying no to Ms. Morgan

was never your strong suit, was it?

Boys, are we gonna work or what?

Mm-mm.

So unless there's some prosecutorial misconduct

going on, nine times out of ten,

the person who wants to fix this trial

is the person on trial.

Chad Bryson.

I hacked into Chad's accounts

to see if there were any payments

that would help identify this fixer.

Nothing unusual that I could find.

So whoever the fixer is, they're good.

Well, they certainly picked

the right person to sway the jury.

Emma's smart, she's patient, she's likeable.

If Emma says that Chad's not guilty,

people are gonna believe her.

When you walk in that jury room,

all Emma needs is reasonable doubt.

You carry the burden of proof.

And we need to get you ready.

Okay. You've seen the evidence.

You've heard the closing arguments.

You're all in the jury room,

and Emma says she doesn't think Chad did it.

What do you say?

Oh! Well...

Based on all the evidence we've seen,

I think it's hard to imagine that he's not guilty.

What about the trainer who saw him leaving the gym

at the time of the murder?

That's reasonable doubt right there.

I suppose, technically.

Every situation has some measure of uncertainty.

Harold, this isn't science. It's law.

Rational thought doesn't apply.

The cell records clearly place Chad

near the house when it happened.

So? I hear that can be faked.

I got a friend who can do it.

Now, that's just cheating.

I mean, look what he says in these e-mails.

Chad can't stand Caroline's success.

That's one solid motive.

Lots of people resent a successful woman.

Doesn't mean he killed her.

Fine, but lots of people

don't have this much evidence saying they did it.

Better, but it's still too polite.

What, are you from the Midwest or something?

Yeah, I just don't think he did it.

Are you kidding me?

Look at all of this.

The divorce papers, the angry voicemails,

the bloody footprint.

Look at all that and tell me

that Chad Bryson is not guilty as sin.

At this point, my biggest challenge tomorrow

will be staying awake.

You got plans?

The night's still young.

Thought I might hit up some contacts,

see if I can find out who Chad hired to fix this trial.

Unless you have something else in mind.

I still got other work to do.

Well, I'll be damned.

You're interested in someone, aren't you?

You don't know me as well as you think you do.

I think I know you better than you know yourself.

And whoever she is, it won't last.

People like you and me, we're great for a night

or great for a weekend...

[sighs]

But we really suck at letting people in.

We're just not built that way.

Sleep tight, John.

[door opens and closes]

You know, John, when you said you wanted to talk,

I thought there would be more actual talking.

[sighs]

So your whole family's police?

Going back five generations.

You ever think about doing the job?

I went through the academy, actually.

Graduated and everything.

But I guess I was more interested

in what was going on inside other cops' heads.

Your dad disappointed?

I think he was mostly just glad I was safe.

When I was a kid, he taught me so much self-defense

that when my high school prom date got a little handsy,

I wound up knocking him out and making a citizen's arrest.

[laughing quietly]

Poor kid's parents threatened to sue.

I actually did get sued when I was a kid.

(Iris) No.

I did.

My dad was trying to teach me how to drive.

So I put our family's Oldsmobile

through the side of our neighbor's house.

[both laughing]

I'm guessing you didn't get your license for a while.

I was only eight years old at the time.

Are you and your dad still in touch?

We lost him when I was pretty young, but I...

I never talk about him.

Have you lost a lot of people, John?

But you don't talk about any of them, do you?

Why do you think that is?

It's a occupational hazard.

With the work I've done, privacy becomes...

a habit.

Maybe it's time for some new habits.

Sometimes, habits are there to protect you.

From what?

From life.

From the way things go.

From the fact that every time

you get close to someone, you...

(Cobb) And you have seen clear evidence that only

Chad Bryson had the means, motive, and opportunity

to enter the home he and Caroline shared

and to shoot her not once,

not twice, but three times in her chest.

Now Caroline needs you to speak out,

because her voice was silenced.

(Reese) How's Emma doing?

She looks a bit worried, but given the circumstances,

who wouldn't?

Any luck locating the fixer

so we can put a stop to all this?

No, you'll just have to piss him off enough

to bring him out in the open.

We are in recess for deliberations.

(Zoe) Showtime, Harold.

Well, in the interest of getting us home quickly,

I can serve as foreperson.

No, actually, I'd like the job.

[scoffs]

With all due respect, ma'am,

I handle rooms like this one every day.

And I was a teacher for many years.

I know quite a lot about resolving disputes.

Should we put it to a vote?

Fine.

Everyone for me?

[sighs]

All yours.

(Zoe) Okay. Emma made her first move.

You need to come out swinging.

Give 'em hell, Harry.

Please don't call me that.

(Emma) Okay.

Should we get started?

Well, this Chad person is clearly guilty.

The voice-mail he left Caroline shows he had motive,

and the cell phone places him at the house.

Why would there be a print of his shoe

in her blood if he wasn't the one who killed her?

Yes. Exactly.

What Harold said. This man is guilty.

Wait; wasn't Emma supposed to be pushing for "not guilty"?

There's only one person that would want to make sure

that Chad Bryson is found guilty

of murdering Caroline Mills,

and that's the person who actually killed her.

Finch...

we've got a big problem here.

(Emma) Okay.

I think Harold has made some very good points here.

I mean, is there anyone in this room

who isn't positive that Chad is guilty?

(Reese) We read this one all wrong.

There's no way Chad's paying a fixer

to have himself found guilty.

So someone else is trying to fix this trial.

That someone probably killed Caroline.

We need to find that fixer and hunt down the real killer.

What am I supposed to do?

(both) Stall.

(Emma) Okay.

Let's put it to a vote.

Who thinks the defendant is guilty?

The hell, Professor?

Weren't you all "give him the chair"

a second ago?

I may have been a bit hasty

when we first walked in the room,

but I got to thinking about what's at stake here.

Chad Bryson's freedom.

Justice for Caroline's death.

And I think maybe we owe it to Caroline

to take just a little more time

and really think this through.

How much time, exactly?

Well, as long as it takes, I suppose.

Now, let's just go through the evidence again

piece by piece.

[all mumbling complaints]

(Finch) I'm sorry, but I'm still not convinced,

and I don't think I'm the only one.

Harold.

Ms. Vara and Mr. Paladino

have come around to my point of view.

All I said was I wasn't sure anymore.

That's reasonable doubt.

Please, Harold.

Now, if we can take one more look

at that partial fingerprint found near the crime scene...

No. No. There's nothing more to look at.

There's nothing more to talk about.

You have to change your mind.

Come on, man. This is ridiculous.

[all speaking at once]

(Emma) Okay, okay, okay.

This isn't getting us anywhere, so let's just...

[sighs]

...take a break.

[jurors muttering]

Please tell me that you're making progress.

You tell us.

I'm sending you a technical report on Caroline's 5K system.

Need you to translate it into normal English.

Where did you get this?

(Zoe) Looking over the evidence,

we started to think that there might be a cover-up

going on at Infinince.

So I used some of your hacking tools

to break into their servers.

We found this in one of Caroline's

deleted e-mail threads.

Well, I can see why she deleted it.

It's a consumer safety evaluation

for their 5K system.

The cell towers were operating at more than 200 watts,

producing ground-level absorption figures

far in excess of the SAR limit of 1.6 watts per kilogram.

Did you not hear the part about English, Harold?

The 5K cell towers could microwave people.

Exposure like that could cause any number

of health problems... nausea, migraine headaches,

even cancer.

Didn't Chad's attorney say people at the company

were getting sick?

And I think I know why.

The prototype 5K tower

was built at their corporate headquarters.

You think one of the employees

may have killed Caroline for making them sick?

Caroline wasn't making them sick.

She was trying to stop it from happening.

After seeing this report,

she said she wouldn't sell anything

that was gonna hurt people.

(Finch) She tried to call off the 5K deal.

She would've cost the company billions.

So someone at Infinince killed her to shut her up,

and they framed Chad for her murder.

[pages rustling]

(Reese) Well, this might be our someone.

Dean Reston...

was tapped as CEO just a few days after Caroline's death.

John.

(Reporter) Damning cell phone video

shows Chad Bryson in a heated dispute

with his wife, Caroline Mills,

just two days before she was killed.

Well, I think our fixer is fighting back.

He suspects a mole on the jury,

he leaks this, and it cuts off our contact with Harold.

Uh, the judge is having us sequestered

until we reach a verdict.

So forever.

We're stuck here forever.

(man) 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 bott...

No visitors, okay?

[sighs]

[moans]

[rustling]

What in the world?

Harold.

_

Now...

Where is your internet connection?

Ah!

Morse code.

Relax...

Finch...

it's... me.

Please... stop...

pointing... that... thing...

at me.

Don't worry.

Pretty sure...

it's not loaded.

Finch, get out on your...

Balcony.

Now.

(Finch) Don't.

Please. You don't have to do this.

Yes, I do, or someone else will get hurt.

Someone whose life still matters.

No, your life matters.

No. No, it doesn't.

Not for a while now.

I know someone's using you to fix the trial,

and I know that you've only gone along with it

to protect others.

But we can't put an innocent man in prison.

Chad Bryson didn't kill Caroline.

Someone at her company did because she was about to

put people ahead of a billion dollar deal.

Uh...

Caroline had the courage to stand up for what's right.

We'll help you do the same.

[phone ringing]

Hey, Zoe.

You'd be proud of Harold.

He just got Emma to change her mind.

Any luck proving Reston killed Caroline?

(Zoe) Not yet.

But I have a lead on the fixer's location.

Three days before the trial, someone at Infinince

used money from a corporate slush fund

to rent an empty floor across from the courthouse.

You got all that from their computer?

Hell no.

But a magician never reveals her secrets.

Now, you want the fixer's location or not?

My friend is on his way to stop the person

that's been threatening you.

This will all be over soon.

Do you know who's behind this?

No, I... I got the jury summons,

and the first time in my life, it wasn't a problem.

It sounded like fun.

How pathetic is that?

The night before I was supposed to report,

there was a knock at my door.

I opened it.

No one was there.

There was a brown envelope.

Full of newspaper clippings about the trial.

Yes.

And a cheap cell phone.

There was a text.

It said I had to get on that jury,

and if I didn't follow orders, people would die.

Why didn't you call the police?

I started to call 911, but there was a gunshot.

Paula, my neighbor, said that someone

shot a bullet through their window.

It barely missed her little girl.

I got another text.

"The next one won't miss."

So from that moment on, I just did what I was told.

Anyone in your position

would have done exactly the same thing.

He... he didn't pick you.

He didn't pick Lana or Mel.

Of all the people that were in that jury room that day,

he picked me.

Why?

Did he know something about me?

Was it because I let them take my job?

I loved teaching so much,

and I let them take it away from me.

I'm... I'm just a pushover.

For them.

And for him.

What else could you have done?

He said he was going to hurt people,

and he wasn't lying about that.

But can you imagine how that would feel?

To know that something bad was gonna happen

and it was your fault if it doesn't get stopped?

(man) I mean, I have no idea what's taking this jury so long.

This case is open and shut.

I'm supposed to... I know I'm supposed to say "allegedly"

when I talk about this stuff, so here you go.

I'm no expert on legal matters,

but I think it's pretty clear something ridiculous is...

(Zoe) Any luck, John?

We can't nail Reston without catching his fixer.

Nobody's home.

But I think the fixer knows I'm here.

And I think I know why he's not.

He only has information on 11 jurors.

Zoe, that fixer we've been looking for, he's on the jury.

(Zoe) He had Emma do the dirty work,

and he was watching her the whole time.

And he's in the hotel with her and Finch right now.

- [man groans] - What was that?

[Emma gasps]

[door handle shaking]

Tim! Stay away from us.

Oh, I tried to keep my distance.

That's the whole point of using

honest Emma the schoolmarm to persuade people

instead of doing it myself.

But just like the rest of your life, Emma,

you've screwed this up royally,

and now Harold has to pay the price.

- Oh, no! - Emma!

[loud bang]

See, poor Harold couldn't stand being the odd man out.

So tragically, he's about to take his own life.

I warned you what would happen if you disobeyed, Emma.

So this one's on you.

Uh!

[groaning and slamming]

[glass shattering]

Uh! Ah! Uh!

[glass shattering]

[glass shattering]

Uh!

[panting]

Why the hell would you save me?

Because I want to see you stand trial.

(Cobb) Your Honor, in light of new evidence,

the people are dropping all charges against Chad Bryson.

(Judge) Mr. Bryson, you're free to go,

and the jury is dismissed.

Thank you all for your service.

[judge pounds gavel]

(woman) Mr. Reston, how do you respond to allegations

that your company's 5K towers pose significant health risks?

(Reston) No comment at this time. Thank you.

Get me on the next flight to Beijing.

Business in China, Phillip?

Or are you just trying to find someplace

that doesn't have extradition?

Reston's a bean-counter.

He didn't know that there were problems

with 5K, but you did.

As Caroline's right hand, you had access to her home.

And Chad Bryson, he may not have had a .45,

but you do.

I know who you are, Ms. Morgan.

You here to make some kind of deal?

Phillip Ward, you're under arrest

for the murder of Caroline Mills.

Actually, I came by to tell you

if you needed somebody to clean all this up, don't call me.

You, on the other hand...

don't be a stranger.

Hey, lover boy, your perp's ready

to go downtown, but let me guess...

You'll handle this.

We're in public, Lionel.

Look, I get it.

After what happened to Shaw, you and Glasses

are worried the same thing's gonna happen to me.

And you know what?

It might.

And I'm fine with that.

You don't get to decide what or who I'm willing to die for.

I made my choice a long time ago.

So stop shutting me out.

Yo, Richie Rich, let's go.

(Emma) Well, this is the most excitement

I've had in quite a while.

[both laughing]

I'm sure you'll be glad for things to get back to normal.

Oh, actually, my normal sucks.

I hate knitting.

I think I might go back to teaching.

And if this school district doesn't want

to pay me, then I'll... I'll find one that does.

I think there are lots of students out there

who could use a teacher like you.

Thank you, Harold.

For everything.

[chuckles]

I've been thinking a lot about our last talk.

And?

For a long time, I've been afraid...

to let anyone in.

Trying to avoid getting close...

to avoid loss.

No matter what I do, it happens anyway.

Loss is inevitable.

So is love.

It's a basic human need, John.

None of us can go very long without it.

Well, maybe it's time for some new habits.

Still no word from Root?

No.

But I shouldn't receive another jury summons

for quite some time, so... that's something,

I suppose.

Made some progress on our missing three.

They were all tight with Elias, so Fusco and I are thinking

maybe Dominic's the reason they went missing.

I thought we agreed to leave Detective Fusco

out of our business for now.

I tried.

But he's like a fungus.

We can't bring anyone new into this,

but we also can't do this alone.

A conundrum I know all too well.

After all, Mr. Reese, that's why I hired you.

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