Person of Interest s01e12 Episode Script
Legacy
FINCH: You are being watched.
The government has a secret system.
A machine that spies on you every hour of every day.
I know because I built it.
I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything.
Violent crimes involving ordinary people.
People like you.
Crimes the government considered irrelevant.
They wouldn't act, so I decided I would.
But I needed a partner.
Someone with the skills to intervene.
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.
REESE: Your coffee's getting cold, detective.
- Nice suit.
- Oh, you finally found me.
But I don't hear any sirens or see you reaching for your gun.
I looked for an "I'm sorry I got you shot" card but they were all out.
I had no idea what Snow was capable of that he'd actually try to kill you.
Why did you contact me, Carter? Got a lot of questions.
Well, you managed to lose your tail.
That's quite a feat.
Those CIA boys spend a lot of time learning how to be invisible.
You think Snow is my only problem? Is there another agency following you I'm not aware of? You've got an entire N.
Y.
P.
D.
Task force looking for you.
I had to run two lights just to make sure my own people weren't trailing me.
I'm a cop.
Which means I got rules.
Rules that can't be broken.
But, um I wanna know more.
Once you go down that road, there's no looking back.
How are you getting your information? All I can tell you is we hear about people in danger.
Or people who are causing it.
Why me? Because your moral compass is pointed in the right direction.
And because I'm tired of you chasing me.
How does this work? Andrea Gutierrez? Civil litigation attorney with a sealed juvie record.
I need it unsealed, Carter.
What did I just say about rules? You have your rules and you have the chance to save a life.
It's your choice.
I'll be in touch.
You look worried, Finch.
Did your tailor move out of the city? How was your meeting with Detective Carter? You heard her.
She wants to know how we get our information.
- She can never know about the Machine.
- I doubt if she'd believe it if I told her.
She did agree to get us Andrea Gutierrez's juvie file.
That's a step in the right direction.
REESE: What else did you find out about our lawyer? Andrea Gutierrez, born and raised in Queens.
Got her GED after dropping out of high school.
Worked her way through college then SUNY New Paltz and Queens College Law where she studied civil litigation.
REESE: She's a scrapper.
ANDREA: Thank you.
REESE: Ambitious.
Just trying to make a better life for herself.
Yes, but a better life can be expensive.
She owes $50,000 in student loans and another 20 on her credit cards.
REESE: That's a lot of debt.
Maybe she borrowed money from the wrong person.
FINCH: It's possible.
She owes money on her business too.
MAN: Excuse me.
Sorry.
She's trying to carve out a niche for herself by suing the state on behalf of inmates and ex-cons with grievances from their stay behind bars.
REESE: How's that working out for her? [GROANS.]
She's 0-for-6.
I imagine she hopes her current case will be lucky number seven.
ATTORNEY: Objection, Your Honor.
Relevance of this testimony? I'm trying to prove my client's only wrongdoing was not cleaning his apartment well.
The drugs were old.
Dusty.
From the days before Mr.
King was clean.
Objection.
Is Ms.
Gutierrez testifying now? Judge O'Connor, this case is baseless.
Just like every other ex-con nuisance case Ms.
Gutierrez has brought before.
Treat it as such.
- Give me a break.
- Ms.
Gutierrez.
I'm sorry, Your Honor.
I just have a hard time taking the state seriously when it's wearing that tie.
[ALL CHUCKLE.]
Let's adjourn while you two grow up.
Get your witnesses in order.
We'll reconvene on Friday.
[GAVEL BANGS.]
[ANDREA SIGHS.]
I'll come see you tomorrow.
- You'll bring Jacob? - You bet.
This is so wrong, Andrea.
I mean, I didn't even do anything.
Remember about not communicating with anyone from the trial.
- But he's my parole officer.
- Not right now, he's not.
Those drugs weren't mine.
You tested me.
Why don't you believe me? I just did my job, Terrence.
Those drugs were in your place, that makes them yours.
You should have been more careful.
WOMAN: Thank you for calling DFS, how can I assist you? Pastrami from Zabar's? You must need something big.
Terrence King's blood test.
His parole officer did one and I need it to help me prove he wasn't using.
CHRIS: Did you put in a request? ANDREA: Weeks ago, but [SIGHS.]
I'll look into it, Andi.
Thank you.
[WHISPERS.]
You better go.
Boss lady's coming.
Thought you were working through lunch, Chris not entertaining visitors.
[IN NORMAL VOICE.]
She just came for a file.
- Did you go through proper channels? - I did, Gloria.
I swear.
But those channels are so freaking slow.
[MOUTHS.]
Sorry.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
ANDREA: All right.
To Poe, for finally getting his diploma.
FINCH [OVER PHONE.]
: Did Ms.
Gutierrez go home? REESE: She stopped for drinks with friends.
[PHONE RINGS.]
I was worried you'd change your mind.
Heh, not yet.
I got your girl Andrea Gutierrez's, uh, juvie records.
Teenage troublemaker.
B and E her sophomore year and a string of larceny charges.
REESE: Hold on, Carter.
What is it, Lionel? Carter's up to something.
Watch your ass.
I appreciate your concern about my ass, Lionel, but I can handle Detective Carter.
She's talking to someone and keeping it on the down low.
Working something on her own.
I'll keep that in mind.
- You still with me, Carter? - Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm still with you.
- So, what do we do now? - We'll watch and wait.
- And Carter? - Yeah.
Thanks.
I'm not sure that keeping both of our detectives in the dark is the best course of action.
This could get really complicated.
They're assets.
The less they know the safer they'll be.
Right now I'm more concerned with Ms.
Gutierrez.
MAN: Bye.
- Okay.
Finch, someone's tailing our girl.
Someone other than you? [DANCE MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY ON HEADPHONES.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
Mr.
Reese.
Mr.
Reese, are you all right? Wishing gunshot wounds healed faster right about now.
[REESE GROANING.]
Assailant's into anabolic steroids, unh.
Where's Ms.
Gutierrez? She's safe, for now.
But with the way that guy handled himself I don't know for how much longer.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
FINCH: Any guesses about who'd wanna kill our attorney? Guy who tried to attack her looked like he'd done time.
Could be an angry former client.
Excuse me.
We need to get her files, see if the assailant is one of her clients.
Narrow down our suspects.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Yes.
I'll be there as soon as I can.
Half day, Finch? Stay close to Ms.
Gutierrez.
I'll be back soon.
You cut your hair.
Finally.
Got new glasses.
Finally.
[BOTH CHUCKLE.]
You could use some rest before I lecture you on the perils of underground gambling.
That'd be great.
I've been up 48 hours.
My cellmate snored like a freight train.
Happy you're home, Will.
Sorry you had to bail me out again.
FINCH: Well, it's good to have you back, either way.
[PHONE RINGS.]
How'd you get into my office without anyone noticing? Trade secret.
Need you to help me to find out where to buy that steroid.
What, you looking to beef up? It belonged to a guy I had a run-in with last night.
Skilled fighter.
Looking to track down the gym where he juices up.
Are you having second thoughts? There's just a lot of prying eyes around this place.
You're getting paranoid, Carter.
That's a step in the right direction.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
ANDREA: So you want to sue your boss.
Wonderful.
Uh We can absolutely do that, um What, uh? What type of work do you do? Uh, it's, um, complicated.
Okay.
How did you hear about me? A bailiff said "ex-cons with gripes against the state" is your specialty.
- Is that bad information? - Um, no, not at all.
It's just I thought you were a clear-cut civil case.
The unicorn I've been looking for.
Like the perfect man, heh.
So - Aw, sorry.
- Oh.
- I'm all thumbs today.
- I do it all the time.
Um, I'll be back.
Nicely done, Mr.
Reese.
I have a signal now.
How was your appointment? Quite productive, thank you.
Okay, here we go.
Okay.
So tell me, why do you wanna sue your boss? Well, my working conditions are, um unsafe.
I slipped and hurt my back.
ANDREA: Did that happen on the job? REESE: Just last night.
Mr.
Reese, I've got sound in both microphones.
Connecting to her hard drive.
I sent an e-mail virus promising 40 percent off any purchase at Bloomingdales.
She couldn't resist it.
So, what's this boss of yours like? Very manipulative.
Secretive.
We've had some personality conflicts.
I take it he has a lot of money? - He's, uh, one of those rich loner types.
- Hmm.
The kind you'd call strange if he didn't have so much cash.
So instead he's, uh, eccentric.
Well, this case is gonna rack up a lot of hours.
I can pay upfront.
Then I can start immediately.
Well, after my next appointment.
I'm running late.
I'll call you.
I look forward to it.
Daddy! TERRENCE: There he is.
[LAUGHS.]
Oh.
Chris did me a big favor by picking him up from the foster family's place.
When are you coming home, Daddy? I don't like my room.
Andrea's gonna get me out sooner than you know.
ANDREA: That's right, buddy.
Jacob, go over and, uh, hang with Chris for a minute, let me finish talking to Andrea.
So, um - You get the blood test? - Chris is working on it.
- But even if we get it TERRENCE: Right.
They still found drugs in my house.
Maybe we can get you tested at an independent lab.
Prove you were clean.
- It could help.
- Whatever you need, I'll do.
Look, I know I can't pay you.
I know it's not looking good but thank you.
[SIGHS.]
Everyone deserves a second chance.
[PHONE RINGS.]
You found something.
Brand name's Anadrol.
It's a popular compound found in some MMA gyms.
Turned up in buy-and-busts at three gyms in the boroughs.
What are the locations? I'll tell you only if I don't wind up getting called to a crime scene.
Understood? You have my word, detective.
FINCH: Any sign of our assailant? Third location and still nothing.
Could be our friend from last night decided to take the day off.
Finch, I see him.
Hey.
Remember me? Yeah.
[MAN GRUNTING.]
[HORN HONKING.]
REESE: Look out! Reese? Are you okay? Yes, but I can't say the same about the other guy.
So much for not dropping any bodies.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
Our dearly departed hit man, Alonso Garcia, was an ex-con.
He served three years at Five Points for second-degree manslaughter.
Andrea wasn't his representative.
- Then what's their connection? - Terrence King.
They share a parole officer named Dominic Galuska.
REESE: Yeah, saw him at the courthouse.
Maybe I should pay Mr.
Galuska a visit see if this is more than just a coincidence.
REESE [OVER PHONE.]
: I know what you're gonna say.
I give you an address, and you promised me no one would get dead.
And what happens? In my defense, Mr.
Garcia didn't look both ways before crossing the street.
How did you know the dead guy's name? We couldn't find any ID on him.
It was on his driver's license.
Heh, you stole a dead guy's wallet? He tried to kill Andrea Gutierrez last night.
And he was gonna try again.
Garcia had just under, what, 10 grand on him? My guess it's a payoff for a hit.
Who'd wanna kill her? I'm working on it.
LOU: I can't pay you this month, Galuska.
If I don't get my cut, I bet I could find a dozen parole violations throw you back inside.
LOU: That's ten percent, okay? DOMINIC: When I got you thisjob our deal was 30 percent of your paycheck.
Don't you cheap out on me, Lou.
REESE: Hey, Dominic! Where's my money? - Who do you think you're talking to? - The guy who's shaking down his parolees for their legit pay.
[DOMINIC GRUNTING.]
See if you can find me a bottle of booze in there, will you? [GRUNTS.]
Thank you.
MAN [OVER PHONE.]
: REESE: I'm Dominic Galuska and I may be a danger to myself and others.
FINCH: Wow, the old loft.
WILL: Yeah.
Hadn't been here since the funeral.
I thought you might come back to it someday.
I'm packing some stuff up to send to storage.
If there's anything you're interested in, let me know.
Thanks.
- You thinking about staying? - No, I'm thinking about selling the place.
- Never really liked it much here.
- Oh.
It's where he moved after the divorce.
Always seemed too big.
Expensive, vacant.
FINCH: Well, he worked a lot.
Guess I can see how you might think that.
Sorry, I forgot to ask.
How's the insurance business going? Boring as ever, thank you.
Have you had a chance to go through everything? Turns out Dad was a pack rat.
Looks like half of it's mine.
Projects, awards, papers from school.
You always were an outstanding student.
Have you thought about finishing your residency? WILL: I got plenty of action around the world with MSF, Red Cross.
I didn't feel I was helping people.
You're a doctor.
All you do is help people.
I treat symptoms.
The disease after the fact.
Never the underlying cause.
I wanna really help people.
I was just thinking how much you sound like your father.
- Yeah.
FINCH: Any chance I can convince you to stay? WILL: Sorry.
FINCH: Don't leave without saying goodbye.
WILL: I won't.
[PHONE RINGS.]
You framed Galuska for making a death threat against one of his parolees? REESE: You said you needed evidence.
- Not like that.
If you don't want to interrogate him, Carter, I'd be happy to.
- He's already in the box.
REESE: Good.
We need to find out if he's working with anyone.
See if he sent anyone else after Andrea.
CARTER: I know how to do my job, thank you.
But I did find something interesting about Galuska.
Several parolees who got sent back inside complained about him setting them up.
Said Galuska planted evidence on them.
What does he get out of it? I'm gonna find that out.
In the meantime, can you try not to break any more laws? [PHONE RINGS.]
Hello, Lionel.
Miss me? - Like I miss a hangover.
- I've got a job for you.
This about Carter? Because she's still acting all hinky.
No, it's not Carter I'm concerned about right now.
- It's someone else.
- All right, what's this job? - John.
Do we have an appointment? REESE: No, but I have a question.
I was just assigned a new PO and he's being difficult.
- His name's Dominic Galuska.
- I know that guy.
Total jackass.
He keeps searching my apartment.
There's nothing to find, but he keeps coming.
If he shows up again, call me.
I'll be there, any time of the day or night.
On the clock, of course.
How's that site working out for you? Heh, uh, it's hard to find the right guy in my line of work.
Heh, that seems odd.
You're very attractive, smart.
Let me stop you there, John.
I don't date my clients or ex-cons.
Been there, done that.
This is Andrea 2.
0 you're looking at.
Plus, I need your money and I like my guys not quite so better looking than me.
Why did you stay in the town where you grew up? I mean, why not start fresh? Because I'm not running away from who I was.
I was taught it's okay to make mistakes and I believe everyone deserves a second chance.
- Threatening a parolee's life, Dominic? - This is some kind of misunderstanding.
Just a little depressed, huh? You got a tough job.
From what I'm seeing here, you're not very good at it.
You've got the worst recidivism rate in your office.
Kicked more guys back inside last month than I did.
Some are saying they were set up.
You know a criminal's motto, detective.
"I didn't do it.
" You're doing a public service, Mr.
Galuska.
Hard work and crap pay.
Which is why it's interesting you drive such a nice truck.
My aunt passed away a couple of months ago.
Left me some money.
- Why do you care? - I care when people get hurt.
Like your parolee Alonso Garcia.
Guy got run over in Red Hook this afternoon.
Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
Did you know Mr.
Garcia tried to kill Andrea Gutierrez two nights ago? Like I said, couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
I can't for the life of me figure out what kind of grudge Alonso Garcia would have against Ms.
Gutierrez.
Can you? - I think I'm ready for my lawyer now.
- Yeah.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- How'd it go? - I'm sorry.
Got a big goose egg on this.
- Galuska walked.
- Oh, no, you did great, Carter.
While you two were having a chat, I got into his apartment.
Borrowed his computer.
You broke into his apartment? You said you couldn't do anything illegal.
You didn't say anything about me.
Mr.
Galuska should know better than to protect his files with his birth date.
That's a lot of money in the bank for a man who makes less than 50 grand a year.
Each deposit coincides with when he sent one of his parolees back to prison.
He's getting kickbacks from someone.
Prisons are big business.
The more inmates, the more funding.
Mr.
Galuska took out $9900 from his savings account three days ago.
Anything over 10 gets flagged by the IRS.
- He paid Alonso Garcia to kill Andrea.
- Not the only withdrawal.
There was another one in the same amount last night.
- That means - He hired someone else to finish the job.
[FLOORBOARD CREAKS.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
ANDREA: John! [GASPS.]
John, what is going on? I don't need your services anymore, Andrea.
But I think you're gonna need mine.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
FINCH: Mr.
Reese, are you at the safe house yet? REESE: Heading there now.
[ANDREA PANTING.]
Okay, what the hell? - You're in danger, Andrea.
- Um, you think? Who was the guy with the gun? And who are you? Your back seemed just fine when you went ninja on that guy.
I'm like you, I give people second chances.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- You were never in jail? - Not in this country.
Excuse me.
FINCH [OVER PHONE.]
: Mr.
Reese, an arrest report came in for the gentleman you apprehended in the law library.
His name is Wendell Lentz and I've confirmed that he's one of Dominic Galuska's parolees.
We need to make sure Galuska doesn't have more killers looking for Andrea.
- What did I do? REESE: Galuska's getting money to set up his ex-cons and send them to prison.
You kicked a hornet's nest with Terrence's case.
Galuska may have planted those drugs in his home.
Oh, my God, that means Terrence is actually innocent.
- You weren't sure? - I wanted to be.
Terrence was given a drug test the night he was arrested.
It came back negative.
Galuska and the Department of Corrections conveniently misplaced it.
I never got a copy of the report.
A little more digging, you'd have found the complaints filed against him.
Parolees who said Galuska set them up.
- I need to tell Terrence.
- Stay here until I find out who else he may have hired to kill you and who Galuska's working for.
Stay here.
Lock the doors and don't open them for anyone.
I take it you know how to use this? You grow up where I did, you know how to handle yourself.
[REESE CHUCKLES.]
You're getting better at ditching your tail.
Maybe you've got a knack for breaking the law.
I've been going back through Galuska's files and found a pattern.
In the past year, all the parolees he's busted were single parents.
Which means their kids end up in foster care.
Galuska wasn't getting paid for the parolees he was getting paid for their kids.
- Each child is worth 800 bucks a month.
Galuska's gotta be working with someone at DFS.
DFS is a big agency.
I'm gonna have a talk with Mary and Paul Kinsey the foster parents looking after Terrence King's kid.
You're good at this, Carter.
It's my job.
And I didn't even have to shoot anyone to do it.
CARTER: I just have a few questions, Mr.
And Mrs.
Kinsey.
Promise not to take much of your time.
- Something wrong? - I certainly hope not, ma'am.
I see here you have six foster children under your care.
- Is that still correct? - It is, yes.
Okay.
And, uh, Jacob King is one of those kids? This is about Jacob? Uh, he misses his dad, but he's adjusting just fine.
Do you, either of you, know a man named Dominic Galuska? - No, who's that? - What about Gloria Copeland? She's the head of foster placement at DFS.
Hmm, where do all six of the children that are under your care sleep? Because it looks to me like you live in a one-bedroom apartment.
Not much space for six kids and two adults.
[SIGHS.]
Okay, you tell me the truth now, or I arrest both of you for interfering with a criminal investigation.
Jacob's the only child living with us right now.
So the others on the list, Rebecca Johnson, Trey White Rebecca ran away months ago.
Trey White and the other children, they The others don't exist.
But I bet you're getting paid for all of them.
Enough, Paul.
You shut your mouth.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Galuska's not smart enough to pull this off on his own.
So he had to have a contact at DFS.
And you are going to tell me who that person is.
We want a lawyer.
[PHONE RINGING.]
And our phone call.
Don't go anywhere.
- Who is this? FINCH: You know who, detective.
I want you to give the Kinseys their phone call.
You are interrupting me in the middle of an interrogation.
Sounded like the end of an interrogation.
They asked for their lawyer.
How would you know that? Are you bugging my phone? I want you to give the Kinseys their phone call.
Not until I find out who their contact at DFS is.
We think we already know who that person is, detective.
We've checked the DFS filings for the last six parolees that Galuska busted.
The signatures on all six belong to one woman: Gloria Copeland.
Yeah, but that's not enough evidence to arrest her.
DFS is a mountain of paperwork.
It'd take months to sort through it all.
If the Kinseys tip her off, Copeland's gonna destroy the evidence.
That's exactly what we want her to do.
If we're gonna work together, detective, a little bit of trust is in order.
REESE: Finch? Are you in? Just.
Well, you need to move fast.
Thanks for that news flash, Mr.
Reese.
Here I was, planning to move at a sloth-like pace and get myself captured.
The scanner's installed, Mr.
Reese.
Was that fast enough for you? [REESE CHUCKLES.]
ANDREA [OVER PHONE.]
: Hello.
WOMAN [OVER PHONE.]
: Will you accept a collect call from Metropolitan Detention Center, Brooklyn on behalf of TERRENCE [OVER PHONE.]
: Terrence.
- Yes, of course.
- What's wrong? - They're moving me to Attica tomorrow.
- What? Why? - I don't know.
But, look that's not a detention facility, that's maximum security.
And I can't make it in there.
I'm gonna file an injunction.
We're gonna need help convincing a judge.
- Okay.
All right.
- I'm gonna take care of this, okay, T? Right.
FINCH [OVER PHONE.]
: We were right.
The Kinseys must have contacted Gloria Copeland.
She's begun shredding the documents.
I'm getting the scans now.
Every time Galuska sends one of his parolees back to prison Ms.
Copeland uses the foster care paperwork to hide kids she's fabricated.
She makes it look like the parolees have more kids than they actually do.
This scam must be worth upwards of a quarter of a million dollars a month.
We've got a problem, then, Finch.
Gloria Copeland left work early.
She isn't the one shredding the documents.
Galuska's got a different contact at DFS.
Andrea, what are you doing here? Terrence is being transferred to Attica in the morning.
Oh.
What do you want me to do about it? Call his caseworker, Chris.
Tell her to contact the judge who made the order.
The transfer is not in the best interest of the child.
I can't do that.
What's wrong with you? Why not? Because I'm the one that asked the judge to move him.
You're working with Galuska.
You know the shame of it, Andy? Turns out you're actually a pretty good lawyer.
Not that anyone's ever gonna know it.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
I'm running a handwriting analysis on the signatures of Copeland and Scollard.
The R's in both names are identical.
He forged her signature.
Gloria Copeland had no idea what was going on.
[ANDREA PANTING.]
Why would you do this, Chris? How could you betray all those families? Those kids were better off with foster families than with their convict parents.
Terrence's son gave him a reason to stay clean.
He got a job.
A life.
Who are you to take away their chance at being a family? I admire that bleeding heart of yours.
I'd rather it bleed than stop beating altogether.
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[ANDREA PANTING.]
[GUNSHOT.]
[CHRIS GROANING.]
- He's getting away.
- No, he's not.
N.
Y.
P.
D.
Turn around, drop your weapon.
Drop it! [GROANING.]
TERRENCE: You have no idea what this means to me.
Yes, of course, I told you.
Come here, buddy.
[TERRENCE LAUGHING.]
I missed you, man.
I missed you so much.
- Um, I'll be right back.
- Yeah, yeah.
I read about your settlement with the state.
Wrongful imprisonment, defamation of character.
Don't forget violation of civil rights and malicious prosecution.
You get 30 percent of 10 million dollars.
Not bad.
Maybe you can stop sneaking into NYU's library.
I think I'm gonna start with a new pair of shoes.
Besides, I like it in there.
- Has a good vibe.
- Even after you almost got killed? Well, I had you and your complicated job to save me.
You ever think of having a less hazardous profession? Like mountain climbing or bear wrestling? Is it worth risking your life for people you don't know? You're not the only one who believes in second chances.
Thank you.
WILL: Hey, Uncle Harold.
When you called, I assumed it was going to be goodbye again.
No, not gonna sell the place.
Not right away, anyway.
You taking up your residency again? No, I'm done patching people up.
And I wanna find out more about my dad.
Look at this.
This was the day you got into med school.
He was so proud of you.
Always was.
Going through his things, I realize how little I really knew him.
I think most fathers are a mystery to their sons.
Well, most sons don't have the advantage of reading the unauthorized biography.
Or all this.
It's from the audit the lawyers did when he left me his half of his company.
Most of it I don't understand.
I get lost when it comes to computers.
Like you, right? Right, ha, ha.
But there's some things I do understand.
Inconsistencies.
Like, did you know he shut down IFT for nearly seven years? Yes, I knew that he downsized.
He gave his employees severance and sent them packing.
Why would he do that, heh? And look.
Whatever it was he was working on, he sold it to the government for a dollar.
So that means it was either something worthless or priceless.
Did he ever talk to you about it? I mean, you were his closest friend.
No.
He never did.
[PHONE RINGING.]
Where have you been, Finch? FINCH: I won't be back in the office today.
Maybe you should take the day off as well.
You wanna talk about it? Not particularly.
REESE: You admit there is something going on.
Something that you're worried about.
- That makes me worried.
- Well, you needn't, Mr.
Reese.
I hope you understand that there are certain things that I can't tell you.
Oh, I understand completely, Finch.
[PHONE RINGING.]
How's it going, Lionel? FUSCO [OVER PHONE.]
: I'm on that assignment you gave me.
Gotta say, I should at least be getting cab fare for this.
- This job ending any time soon? - As soon I get some answers.
The government has a secret system.
A machine that spies on you every hour of every day.
I know because I built it.
I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything.
Violent crimes involving ordinary people.
People like you.
Crimes the government considered irrelevant.
They wouldn't act, so I decided I would.
But I needed a partner.
Someone with the skills to intervene.
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.
REESE: Your coffee's getting cold, detective.
- Nice suit.
- Oh, you finally found me.
But I don't hear any sirens or see you reaching for your gun.
I looked for an "I'm sorry I got you shot" card but they were all out.
I had no idea what Snow was capable of that he'd actually try to kill you.
Why did you contact me, Carter? Got a lot of questions.
Well, you managed to lose your tail.
That's quite a feat.
Those CIA boys spend a lot of time learning how to be invisible.
You think Snow is my only problem? Is there another agency following you I'm not aware of? You've got an entire N.
Y.
P.
D.
Task force looking for you.
I had to run two lights just to make sure my own people weren't trailing me.
I'm a cop.
Which means I got rules.
Rules that can't be broken.
But, um I wanna know more.
Once you go down that road, there's no looking back.
How are you getting your information? All I can tell you is we hear about people in danger.
Or people who are causing it.
Why me? Because your moral compass is pointed in the right direction.
And because I'm tired of you chasing me.
How does this work? Andrea Gutierrez? Civil litigation attorney with a sealed juvie record.
I need it unsealed, Carter.
What did I just say about rules? You have your rules and you have the chance to save a life.
It's your choice.
I'll be in touch.
You look worried, Finch.
Did your tailor move out of the city? How was your meeting with Detective Carter? You heard her.
She wants to know how we get our information.
- She can never know about the Machine.
- I doubt if she'd believe it if I told her.
She did agree to get us Andrea Gutierrez's juvie file.
That's a step in the right direction.
REESE: What else did you find out about our lawyer? Andrea Gutierrez, born and raised in Queens.
Got her GED after dropping out of high school.
Worked her way through college then SUNY New Paltz and Queens College Law where she studied civil litigation.
REESE: She's a scrapper.
ANDREA: Thank you.
REESE: Ambitious.
Just trying to make a better life for herself.
Yes, but a better life can be expensive.
She owes $50,000 in student loans and another 20 on her credit cards.
REESE: That's a lot of debt.
Maybe she borrowed money from the wrong person.
FINCH: It's possible.
She owes money on her business too.
MAN: Excuse me.
Sorry.
She's trying to carve out a niche for herself by suing the state on behalf of inmates and ex-cons with grievances from their stay behind bars.
REESE: How's that working out for her? [GROANS.]
She's 0-for-6.
I imagine she hopes her current case will be lucky number seven.
ATTORNEY: Objection, Your Honor.
Relevance of this testimony? I'm trying to prove my client's only wrongdoing was not cleaning his apartment well.
The drugs were old.
Dusty.
From the days before Mr.
King was clean.
Objection.
Is Ms.
Gutierrez testifying now? Judge O'Connor, this case is baseless.
Just like every other ex-con nuisance case Ms.
Gutierrez has brought before.
Treat it as such.
- Give me a break.
- Ms.
Gutierrez.
I'm sorry, Your Honor.
I just have a hard time taking the state seriously when it's wearing that tie.
[ALL CHUCKLE.]
Let's adjourn while you two grow up.
Get your witnesses in order.
We'll reconvene on Friday.
[GAVEL BANGS.]
[ANDREA SIGHS.]
I'll come see you tomorrow.
- You'll bring Jacob? - You bet.
This is so wrong, Andrea.
I mean, I didn't even do anything.
Remember about not communicating with anyone from the trial.
- But he's my parole officer.
- Not right now, he's not.
Those drugs weren't mine.
You tested me.
Why don't you believe me? I just did my job, Terrence.
Those drugs were in your place, that makes them yours.
You should have been more careful.
WOMAN: Thank you for calling DFS, how can I assist you? Pastrami from Zabar's? You must need something big.
Terrence King's blood test.
His parole officer did one and I need it to help me prove he wasn't using.
CHRIS: Did you put in a request? ANDREA: Weeks ago, but [SIGHS.]
I'll look into it, Andi.
Thank you.
[WHISPERS.]
You better go.
Boss lady's coming.
Thought you were working through lunch, Chris not entertaining visitors.
[IN NORMAL VOICE.]
She just came for a file.
- Did you go through proper channels? - I did, Gloria.
I swear.
But those channels are so freaking slow.
[MOUTHS.]
Sorry.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
ANDREA: All right.
To Poe, for finally getting his diploma.
FINCH [OVER PHONE.]
: Did Ms.
Gutierrez go home? REESE: She stopped for drinks with friends.
[PHONE RINGS.]
I was worried you'd change your mind.
Heh, not yet.
I got your girl Andrea Gutierrez's, uh, juvie records.
Teenage troublemaker.
B and E her sophomore year and a string of larceny charges.
REESE: Hold on, Carter.
What is it, Lionel? Carter's up to something.
Watch your ass.
I appreciate your concern about my ass, Lionel, but I can handle Detective Carter.
She's talking to someone and keeping it on the down low.
Working something on her own.
I'll keep that in mind.
- You still with me, Carter? - Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm still with you.
- So, what do we do now? - We'll watch and wait.
- And Carter? - Yeah.
Thanks.
I'm not sure that keeping both of our detectives in the dark is the best course of action.
This could get really complicated.
They're assets.
The less they know the safer they'll be.
Right now I'm more concerned with Ms.
Gutierrez.
MAN: Bye.
- Okay.
Finch, someone's tailing our girl.
Someone other than you? [DANCE MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY ON HEADPHONES.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
Mr.
Reese.
Mr.
Reese, are you all right? Wishing gunshot wounds healed faster right about now.
[REESE GROANING.]
Assailant's into anabolic steroids, unh.
Where's Ms.
Gutierrez? She's safe, for now.
But with the way that guy handled himself I don't know for how much longer.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
FINCH: Any guesses about who'd wanna kill our attorney? Guy who tried to attack her looked like he'd done time.
Could be an angry former client.
Excuse me.
We need to get her files, see if the assailant is one of her clients.
Narrow down our suspects.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Yes.
I'll be there as soon as I can.
Half day, Finch? Stay close to Ms.
Gutierrez.
I'll be back soon.
You cut your hair.
Finally.
Got new glasses.
Finally.
[BOTH CHUCKLE.]
You could use some rest before I lecture you on the perils of underground gambling.
That'd be great.
I've been up 48 hours.
My cellmate snored like a freight train.
Happy you're home, Will.
Sorry you had to bail me out again.
FINCH: Well, it's good to have you back, either way.
[PHONE RINGS.]
How'd you get into my office without anyone noticing? Trade secret.
Need you to help me to find out where to buy that steroid.
What, you looking to beef up? It belonged to a guy I had a run-in with last night.
Skilled fighter.
Looking to track down the gym where he juices up.
Are you having second thoughts? There's just a lot of prying eyes around this place.
You're getting paranoid, Carter.
That's a step in the right direction.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
ANDREA: So you want to sue your boss.
Wonderful.
Uh We can absolutely do that, um What, uh? What type of work do you do? Uh, it's, um, complicated.
Okay.
How did you hear about me? A bailiff said "ex-cons with gripes against the state" is your specialty.
- Is that bad information? - Um, no, not at all.
It's just I thought you were a clear-cut civil case.
The unicorn I've been looking for.
Like the perfect man, heh.
So - Aw, sorry.
- Oh.
- I'm all thumbs today.
- I do it all the time.
Um, I'll be back.
Nicely done, Mr.
Reese.
I have a signal now.
How was your appointment? Quite productive, thank you.
Okay, here we go.
Okay.
So tell me, why do you wanna sue your boss? Well, my working conditions are, um unsafe.
I slipped and hurt my back.
ANDREA: Did that happen on the job? REESE: Just last night.
Mr.
Reese, I've got sound in both microphones.
Connecting to her hard drive.
I sent an e-mail virus promising 40 percent off any purchase at Bloomingdales.
She couldn't resist it.
So, what's this boss of yours like? Very manipulative.
Secretive.
We've had some personality conflicts.
I take it he has a lot of money? - He's, uh, one of those rich loner types.
- Hmm.
The kind you'd call strange if he didn't have so much cash.
So instead he's, uh, eccentric.
Well, this case is gonna rack up a lot of hours.
I can pay upfront.
Then I can start immediately.
Well, after my next appointment.
I'm running late.
I'll call you.
I look forward to it.
Daddy! TERRENCE: There he is.
[LAUGHS.]
Oh.
Chris did me a big favor by picking him up from the foster family's place.
When are you coming home, Daddy? I don't like my room.
Andrea's gonna get me out sooner than you know.
ANDREA: That's right, buddy.
Jacob, go over and, uh, hang with Chris for a minute, let me finish talking to Andrea.
So, um - You get the blood test? - Chris is working on it.
- But even if we get it TERRENCE: Right.
They still found drugs in my house.
Maybe we can get you tested at an independent lab.
Prove you were clean.
- It could help.
- Whatever you need, I'll do.
Look, I know I can't pay you.
I know it's not looking good but thank you.
[SIGHS.]
Everyone deserves a second chance.
[PHONE RINGS.]
You found something.
Brand name's Anadrol.
It's a popular compound found in some MMA gyms.
Turned up in buy-and-busts at three gyms in the boroughs.
What are the locations? I'll tell you only if I don't wind up getting called to a crime scene.
Understood? You have my word, detective.
FINCH: Any sign of our assailant? Third location and still nothing.
Could be our friend from last night decided to take the day off.
Finch, I see him.
Hey.
Remember me? Yeah.
[MAN GRUNTING.]
[HORN HONKING.]
REESE: Look out! Reese? Are you okay? Yes, but I can't say the same about the other guy.
So much for not dropping any bodies.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
Our dearly departed hit man, Alonso Garcia, was an ex-con.
He served three years at Five Points for second-degree manslaughter.
Andrea wasn't his representative.
- Then what's their connection? - Terrence King.
They share a parole officer named Dominic Galuska.
REESE: Yeah, saw him at the courthouse.
Maybe I should pay Mr.
Galuska a visit see if this is more than just a coincidence.
REESE [OVER PHONE.]
: I know what you're gonna say.
I give you an address, and you promised me no one would get dead.
And what happens? In my defense, Mr.
Garcia didn't look both ways before crossing the street.
How did you know the dead guy's name? We couldn't find any ID on him.
It was on his driver's license.
Heh, you stole a dead guy's wallet? He tried to kill Andrea Gutierrez last night.
And he was gonna try again.
Garcia had just under, what, 10 grand on him? My guess it's a payoff for a hit.
Who'd wanna kill her? I'm working on it.
LOU: I can't pay you this month, Galuska.
If I don't get my cut, I bet I could find a dozen parole violations throw you back inside.
LOU: That's ten percent, okay? DOMINIC: When I got you thisjob our deal was 30 percent of your paycheck.
Don't you cheap out on me, Lou.
REESE: Hey, Dominic! Where's my money? - Who do you think you're talking to? - The guy who's shaking down his parolees for their legit pay.
[DOMINIC GRUNTING.]
See if you can find me a bottle of booze in there, will you? [GRUNTS.]
Thank you.
MAN [OVER PHONE.]
: REESE: I'm Dominic Galuska and I may be a danger to myself and others.
FINCH: Wow, the old loft.
WILL: Yeah.
Hadn't been here since the funeral.
I thought you might come back to it someday.
I'm packing some stuff up to send to storage.
If there's anything you're interested in, let me know.
Thanks.
- You thinking about staying? - No, I'm thinking about selling the place.
- Never really liked it much here.
- Oh.
It's where he moved after the divorce.
Always seemed too big.
Expensive, vacant.
FINCH: Well, he worked a lot.
Guess I can see how you might think that.
Sorry, I forgot to ask.
How's the insurance business going? Boring as ever, thank you.
Have you had a chance to go through everything? Turns out Dad was a pack rat.
Looks like half of it's mine.
Projects, awards, papers from school.
You always were an outstanding student.
Have you thought about finishing your residency? WILL: I got plenty of action around the world with MSF, Red Cross.
I didn't feel I was helping people.
You're a doctor.
All you do is help people.
I treat symptoms.
The disease after the fact.
Never the underlying cause.
I wanna really help people.
I was just thinking how much you sound like your father.
- Yeah.
FINCH: Any chance I can convince you to stay? WILL: Sorry.
FINCH: Don't leave without saying goodbye.
WILL: I won't.
[PHONE RINGS.]
You framed Galuska for making a death threat against one of his parolees? REESE: You said you needed evidence.
- Not like that.
If you don't want to interrogate him, Carter, I'd be happy to.
- He's already in the box.
REESE: Good.
We need to find out if he's working with anyone.
See if he sent anyone else after Andrea.
CARTER: I know how to do my job, thank you.
But I did find something interesting about Galuska.
Several parolees who got sent back inside complained about him setting them up.
Said Galuska planted evidence on them.
What does he get out of it? I'm gonna find that out.
In the meantime, can you try not to break any more laws? [PHONE RINGS.]
Hello, Lionel.
Miss me? - Like I miss a hangover.
- I've got a job for you.
This about Carter? Because she's still acting all hinky.
No, it's not Carter I'm concerned about right now.
- It's someone else.
- All right, what's this job? - John.
Do we have an appointment? REESE: No, but I have a question.
I was just assigned a new PO and he's being difficult.
- His name's Dominic Galuska.
- I know that guy.
Total jackass.
He keeps searching my apartment.
There's nothing to find, but he keeps coming.
If he shows up again, call me.
I'll be there, any time of the day or night.
On the clock, of course.
How's that site working out for you? Heh, uh, it's hard to find the right guy in my line of work.
Heh, that seems odd.
You're very attractive, smart.
Let me stop you there, John.
I don't date my clients or ex-cons.
Been there, done that.
This is Andrea 2.
0 you're looking at.
Plus, I need your money and I like my guys not quite so better looking than me.
Why did you stay in the town where you grew up? I mean, why not start fresh? Because I'm not running away from who I was.
I was taught it's okay to make mistakes and I believe everyone deserves a second chance.
- Threatening a parolee's life, Dominic? - This is some kind of misunderstanding.
Just a little depressed, huh? You got a tough job.
From what I'm seeing here, you're not very good at it.
You've got the worst recidivism rate in your office.
Kicked more guys back inside last month than I did.
Some are saying they were set up.
You know a criminal's motto, detective.
"I didn't do it.
" You're doing a public service, Mr.
Galuska.
Hard work and crap pay.
Which is why it's interesting you drive such a nice truck.
My aunt passed away a couple of months ago.
Left me some money.
- Why do you care? - I care when people get hurt.
Like your parolee Alonso Garcia.
Guy got run over in Red Hook this afternoon.
Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
Did you know Mr.
Garcia tried to kill Andrea Gutierrez two nights ago? Like I said, couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
I can't for the life of me figure out what kind of grudge Alonso Garcia would have against Ms.
Gutierrez.
Can you? - I think I'm ready for my lawyer now.
- Yeah.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- How'd it go? - I'm sorry.
Got a big goose egg on this.
- Galuska walked.
- Oh, no, you did great, Carter.
While you two were having a chat, I got into his apartment.
Borrowed his computer.
You broke into his apartment? You said you couldn't do anything illegal.
You didn't say anything about me.
Mr.
Galuska should know better than to protect his files with his birth date.
That's a lot of money in the bank for a man who makes less than 50 grand a year.
Each deposit coincides with when he sent one of his parolees back to prison.
He's getting kickbacks from someone.
Prisons are big business.
The more inmates, the more funding.
Mr.
Galuska took out $9900 from his savings account three days ago.
Anything over 10 gets flagged by the IRS.
- He paid Alonso Garcia to kill Andrea.
- Not the only withdrawal.
There was another one in the same amount last night.
- That means - He hired someone else to finish the job.
[FLOORBOARD CREAKS.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
ANDREA: John! [GASPS.]
John, what is going on? I don't need your services anymore, Andrea.
But I think you're gonna need mine.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
FINCH: Mr.
Reese, are you at the safe house yet? REESE: Heading there now.
[ANDREA PANTING.]
Okay, what the hell? - You're in danger, Andrea.
- Um, you think? Who was the guy with the gun? And who are you? Your back seemed just fine when you went ninja on that guy.
I'm like you, I give people second chances.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- You were never in jail? - Not in this country.
Excuse me.
FINCH [OVER PHONE.]
: Mr.
Reese, an arrest report came in for the gentleman you apprehended in the law library.
His name is Wendell Lentz and I've confirmed that he's one of Dominic Galuska's parolees.
We need to make sure Galuska doesn't have more killers looking for Andrea.
- What did I do? REESE: Galuska's getting money to set up his ex-cons and send them to prison.
You kicked a hornet's nest with Terrence's case.
Galuska may have planted those drugs in his home.
Oh, my God, that means Terrence is actually innocent.
- You weren't sure? - I wanted to be.
Terrence was given a drug test the night he was arrested.
It came back negative.
Galuska and the Department of Corrections conveniently misplaced it.
I never got a copy of the report.
A little more digging, you'd have found the complaints filed against him.
Parolees who said Galuska set them up.
- I need to tell Terrence.
- Stay here until I find out who else he may have hired to kill you and who Galuska's working for.
Stay here.
Lock the doors and don't open them for anyone.
I take it you know how to use this? You grow up where I did, you know how to handle yourself.
[REESE CHUCKLES.]
You're getting better at ditching your tail.
Maybe you've got a knack for breaking the law.
I've been going back through Galuska's files and found a pattern.
In the past year, all the parolees he's busted were single parents.
Which means their kids end up in foster care.
Galuska wasn't getting paid for the parolees he was getting paid for their kids.
- Each child is worth 800 bucks a month.
Galuska's gotta be working with someone at DFS.
DFS is a big agency.
I'm gonna have a talk with Mary and Paul Kinsey the foster parents looking after Terrence King's kid.
You're good at this, Carter.
It's my job.
And I didn't even have to shoot anyone to do it.
CARTER: I just have a few questions, Mr.
And Mrs.
Kinsey.
Promise not to take much of your time.
- Something wrong? - I certainly hope not, ma'am.
I see here you have six foster children under your care.
- Is that still correct? - It is, yes.
Okay.
And, uh, Jacob King is one of those kids? This is about Jacob? Uh, he misses his dad, but he's adjusting just fine.
Do you, either of you, know a man named Dominic Galuska? - No, who's that? - What about Gloria Copeland? She's the head of foster placement at DFS.
Hmm, where do all six of the children that are under your care sleep? Because it looks to me like you live in a one-bedroom apartment.
Not much space for six kids and two adults.
[SIGHS.]
Okay, you tell me the truth now, or I arrest both of you for interfering with a criminal investigation.
Jacob's the only child living with us right now.
So the others on the list, Rebecca Johnson, Trey White Rebecca ran away months ago.
Trey White and the other children, they The others don't exist.
But I bet you're getting paid for all of them.
Enough, Paul.
You shut your mouth.
[PHONE RINGS.]
Galuska's not smart enough to pull this off on his own.
So he had to have a contact at DFS.
And you are going to tell me who that person is.
We want a lawyer.
[PHONE RINGING.]
And our phone call.
Don't go anywhere.
- Who is this? FINCH: You know who, detective.
I want you to give the Kinseys their phone call.
You are interrupting me in the middle of an interrogation.
Sounded like the end of an interrogation.
They asked for their lawyer.
How would you know that? Are you bugging my phone? I want you to give the Kinseys their phone call.
Not until I find out who their contact at DFS is.
We think we already know who that person is, detective.
We've checked the DFS filings for the last six parolees that Galuska busted.
The signatures on all six belong to one woman: Gloria Copeland.
Yeah, but that's not enough evidence to arrest her.
DFS is a mountain of paperwork.
It'd take months to sort through it all.
If the Kinseys tip her off, Copeland's gonna destroy the evidence.
That's exactly what we want her to do.
If we're gonna work together, detective, a little bit of trust is in order.
REESE: Finch? Are you in? Just.
Well, you need to move fast.
Thanks for that news flash, Mr.
Reese.
Here I was, planning to move at a sloth-like pace and get myself captured.
The scanner's installed, Mr.
Reese.
Was that fast enough for you? [REESE CHUCKLES.]
ANDREA [OVER PHONE.]
: Hello.
WOMAN [OVER PHONE.]
: Will you accept a collect call from Metropolitan Detention Center, Brooklyn on behalf of TERRENCE [OVER PHONE.]
: Terrence.
- Yes, of course.
- What's wrong? - They're moving me to Attica tomorrow.
- What? Why? - I don't know.
But, look that's not a detention facility, that's maximum security.
And I can't make it in there.
I'm gonna file an injunction.
We're gonna need help convincing a judge.
- Okay.
All right.
- I'm gonna take care of this, okay, T? Right.
FINCH [OVER PHONE.]
: We were right.
The Kinseys must have contacted Gloria Copeland.
She's begun shredding the documents.
I'm getting the scans now.
Every time Galuska sends one of his parolees back to prison Ms.
Copeland uses the foster care paperwork to hide kids she's fabricated.
She makes it look like the parolees have more kids than they actually do.
This scam must be worth upwards of a quarter of a million dollars a month.
We've got a problem, then, Finch.
Gloria Copeland left work early.
She isn't the one shredding the documents.
Galuska's got a different contact at DFS.
Andrea, what are you doing here? Terrence is being transferred to Attica in the morning.
Oh.
What do you want me to do about it? Call his caseworker, Chris.
Tell her to contact the judge who made the order.
The transfer is not in the best interest of the child.
I can't do that.
What's wrong with you? Why not? Because I'm the one that asked the judge to move him.
You're working with Galuska.
You know the shame of it, Andy? Turns out you're actually a pretty good lawyer.
Not that anyone's ever gonna know it.
[CHATTERING ON MONITOR.]
I'm running a handwriting analysis on the signatures of Copeland and Scollard.
The R's in both names are identical.
He forged her signature.
Gloria Copeland had no idea what was going on.
[ANDREA PANTING.]
Why would you do this, Chris? How could you betray all those families? Those kids were better off with foster families than with their convict parents.
Terrence's son gave him a reason to stay clean.
He got a job.
A life.
Who are you to take away their chance at being a family? I admire that bleeding heart of yours.
I'd rather it bleed than stop beating altogether.
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[ANDREA PANTING.]
[GUNSHOT.]
[CHRIS GROANING.]
- He's getting away.
- No, he's not.
N.
Y.
P.
D.
Turn around, drop your weapon.
Drop it! [GROANING.]
TERRENCE: You have no idea what this means to me.
Yes, of course, I told you.
Come here, buddy.
[TERRENCE LAUGHING.]
I missed you, man.
I missed you so much.
- Um, I'll be right back.
- Yeah, yeah.
I read about your settlement with the state.
Wrongful imprisonment, defamation of character.
Don't forget violation of civil rights and malicious prosecution.
You get 30 percent of 10 million dollars.
Not bad.
Maybe you can stop sneaking into NYU's library.
I think I'm gonna start with a new pair of shoes.
Besides, I like it in there.
- Has a good vibe.
- Even after you almost got killed? Well, I had you and your complicated job to save me.
You ever think of having a less hazardous profession? Like mountain climbing or bear wrestling? Is it worth risking your life for people you don't know? You're not the only one who believes in second chances.
Thank you.
WILL: Hey, Uncle Harold.
When you called, I assumed it was going to be goodbye again.
No, not gonna sell the place.
Not right away, anyway.
You taking up your residency again? No, I'm done patching people up.
And I wanna find out more about my dad.
Look at this.
This was the day you got into med school.
He was so proud of you.
Always was.
Going through his things, I realize how little I really knew him.
I think most fathers are a mystery to their sons.
Well, most sons don't have the advantage of reading the unauthorized biography.
Or all this.
It's from the audit the lawyers did when he left me his half of his company.
Most of it I don't understand.
I get lost when it comes to computers.
Like you, right? Right, ha, ha.
But there's some things I do understand.
Inconsistencies.
Like, did you know he shut down IFT for nearly seven years? Yes, I knew that he downsized.
He gave his employees severance and sent them packing.
Why would he do that, heh? And look.
Whatever it was he was working on, he sold it to the government for a dollar.
So that means it was either something worthless or priceless.
Did he ever talk to you about it? I mean, you were his closest friend.
No.
He never did.
[PHONE RINGING.]
Where have you been, Finch? FINCH: I won't be back in the office today.
Maybe you should take the day off as well.
You wanna talk about it? Not particularly.
REESE: You admit there is something going on.
Something that you're worried about.
- That makes me worried.
- Well, you needn't, Mr.
Reese.
I hope you understand that there are certain things that I can't tell you.
Oh, I understand completely, Finch.
[PHONE RINGING.]
How's it going, Lionel? FUSCO [OVER PHONE.]
: I'm on that assignment you gave me.
Gotta say, I should at least be getting cab fare for this.
- This job ending any time soon? - As soon I get some answers.