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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.

Sync and corrections by n17t01
www.addic7ed.com

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.

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.

What in the... Oh!

Okay, next group.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Paladino, Mel.

Everts, Riva.
McDermott, Doug.

Whistler, Harold.

Oh...

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?

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.

Okay, that's our jury.

The rest of you are free to go.

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?

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.

I'm sorry.

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.

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.

Finch, we just
got another number.

I'm a touch busy at the moment.

Yeah, but I think the Machine

wants you to handle
this one personally.

How can you possibly know that?

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.

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.

Well.

Okay, Emma.

Bought any good
murder weapons lately?

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.

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.

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.

And when was this?

Two weeks before she died.

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.

Sustained.

Nothing further.

We will now recess for lunch.

No. Karen!

Karen, you do not have
that meeting without me.

I said we push so we push.

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.

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.

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.

_

_

_

_

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

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...

But we really suck
at letting people in.

We're just not built that way.

Sleep tight, John.

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

I thought there would
be more actual talking.

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.

Poor kid's parents
threatened to sue.

I actually did get
sued when I was a kid.

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.

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...

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.

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.

Showtime, Harold.

Well, in the interest

of getting us home quickly,

I can serve as foreperson.

No, actually, I'd like the job.

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?

All yours.

Okay. Emma made her first move.

You need to come out swinging.

Give 'em hell, Harry.

Please don't call me that.

Okay.

Should we get started?

Well, this Chad person
is clearly guilty.

The voicemail 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.

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?

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?

Stall.

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.

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.

Okay, okay, okay.

This isn't getting us anywhere,

so let's just...

...take a break.

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?

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.

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.

Well, this
might be our someone.

Dean Reston...

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

John.

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.

No electronics. Judge's orders.

You'll get all your toys back

when this is over.

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?

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.

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.

Hey, Zoe.

You'd be proud of Harold.

He just got Emma
to change her mind.

Any luck proving
Reston killed Caroline?

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?

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...

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.

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.

What was that?

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!

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!

Uh! Ah! Uh!

Uh!

Why the hell would you save me?

Because I want
to see you stand trial.

Your Honor, in
light of new evidence,

the people are
dropping all charges

against Chad Bryson.

Mr. Bryson, you're free to go,

and the jury is dismissed.

Thank you all for your service.

Mr. Reston, how do
you respond to allegations

that your company's 5K towers

pose significant health risks?

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.

Well, this is
the most excitement

I've had in quite a while.

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.

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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