- Harold Finch: Please don't touch any of my computer equipment.
- John Reese: If you do, the dog will kill you.
- Leon Tao: Great. What am I supposed to do for entertainment?
- Harold Finch: It's a library, Mr. Tao. Try reading a book. Oh! Here's a start.
- [Hands him a copy of Penal Law]
- John Reese: You may know
- John Reese: once had people who cared about us; not any more. But you, you still have your son, and your life is still yours. So I think the real question you have to ask yourself, detective, is how much more do you really want to know?
- John Reese: I've found that address, Finch. What exactly am I looking for?
- Harold Finch: I don't know how to explain it. I double-checked, but it seems we have a repeat number.
- John Reese: A repeat. Well, who would be dumb enough to get in a life-threatening situation again?
- Leon Tao: [crashes through a plate-glass window into the street; rolls over and spots Reese] Hey, pal! You won't believe this!
- [gets up as his attackers come around the corner]
- John Reese: Fellas, whatever bodily harm you want to inflict on this guy, I'm sure you earned it. But I have to ask you to let it slide.
- [the men move closer]
- John Reese: Geez, Leon, what'd you do to piss these guys off?
- Leon Tao: You heard of gold farming? Selling multiplayer online game currency for real cash? It's all the rage.
- [Reese and the heavies come to blows]
- Leon Tao: People make millions! They take the business very seriously! Especially the Russian Mafia!
- John Reese: [dispatches the goons] Does it look like I play video games, Leon?
- Leon Tao: I think I broke my arm.
- Harold Finch: Sorry for the theatrics, Mr. Tao, but we couldn't have you turning up knocking on our door.
- Leon Tao: What if I was collecting for UNICEF?
- Lionel Fusco: Someone dropped a body in Long Island City, execution-style. I think you wanna come take a look.
- Joss Carter: You can't handle it?
- Lionel Fusco: [Fusco has retrieved one of Carter's contact cards from the victim] Trust me, you wanna be here. It's got your name all over it - literally.
- Harold Finch: It might be good to have someone near the doctor. I'll stay here.
- John Reese: I'll handle the park and assess the threat on Amy. Eh, Finch? Are you gonna be okay here?
- Harold Finch: Even if I had a phobia, Mr. Reese, now would not be the time for it.
- Harold Finch: Mr. Tao, we don't have much time.
- Leon Tao: What? Who are you?
- John Reese: The guy who helped me save your life tonight... for the second time.
- Leon Tao: Oh. You're the boss. Never did figure John here for upper management.
- Alistair Wesley: Do you know why a good barman favors larger ice cubes?
- John Reese: They melt slower.
- Alistair Wesley: And they don't dilute the whiskey, the way a tight plan doesn't obscure its objectives.
- [Looks at Reese's weapon]
- Alistair Wesley: Is that to protect you from me?
- John Reese: No, but it might help against your sentry at the door. The silencer poking out of his crossword section was a pretty good giveaway.
- John Reese: I'd say you were a former MI-6, and your team; all ex-SAS.
- Alistair Wesley: You're good on your feet, and you know your way around an asset. Ex-CIA? Smashing. How much do you cost?
- John Reese: Not for sale.
- Alistair Wesley: You're working for Veldt? Some kind of additional security? It doesn't matter. What matters is: if you were caught, why didn't I kill the wife?
- John Reese: Because the doctor hasn't broken any of your rules yet.
- Alistair Wesley: Exactly, but my sense of propriety has its limits. Now stay out of the park and away from the wife. This isn't your game, and no one's invited you to play. Don't test me. I was expecting everything.
- John Reese: You weren't expecting me.
- Nurse Picket: Just let him die.
- Dr. Madeleine Enright: I'm not gonna let him die.
- Nurse Picket: Understand what's at stake for you, doctor. It's just one life.
- Dr. Madeleine Enright: It's still a life.
- Joss Carter: Do you know what this is all about, John? And if you did, would you even tell me?
- John Reese: You're one hell of a Detective, Carter. And I can't stop you from looking. But you already know quite a bit about me, Finch, and you may know we both had people who once cared about us. Not anymore. But you You still have your son, your life is still yours. So I think the real question you have to ask yourself, Detective is how much more do you really want to know?
- Leon Tao: You expect me to stay here, and eat Hot Pockets?
- John Reese: Only if you wanna live.
- Harold Finch: Just don't feed any to Bear. He's on a special diet.
- Leon Tao: That damn dog again. You don't suppose any of my money came out of him?
- John Reese: [after watching the doctor smooth over a situation with a gang shooting victim] She certainly seems unflappable.
- Harold Finch: I'd say.
- John Reese: You sure she was never a combat medic?
- Harold Finch: I'm not so sure she isn't one now.
- Alistair Wesley: [On the phone] Hello, Mr. Mystery guest.
- John Reese: Wesley, is it; Alistair Wesley?
- Alistair Wesley: I don't know who you are or what you just did to my associate, but I'd like to buy you a drink, or Amy dies immediately.
- John Reese: That's a kind offer, but your sniper's toast. I'll call your bluff.
- Alistair Wesley: You're assuming he was alone. All units check in.
- Sniper 2: Red one. Check.
- Sniper 3: Red two. Check.
- Alistair Wesley: And so on and so forth. There's a pub at the corner of the park. I'll be seeing you.
- [Hangs up]
- Harold Finch: Mr. Reese, what will you do?
- John Reese: Guess I'll go have that drink.
- Lionel Fusco: I didn't figure you for a day-in-the-park kind of guy.
- John Reese: Anyone can appreciate nature, Lionel.
- Lionel Fusco: So what's up?
- John Reese: See that art fair over there? There's a nice young lady running it. Her name's Amy. I need you to keep an eye on her for a minute.
- Lionel Fusco: What; she in some kind of trouble?
- John Reese: Let's just say she found herself in a few crosshairs.
- Harold Finch: We have a job that's a perfect fit for a former forensic accountant. Think of it as a digital treasure hunt. Find out who would target Veldt in the corporate world, follow the money trail to the hit team, and help us stop the plot at its source.
- Leon Tao: How am I supposed to do that?
- Harold Finch: Go over to my computer station.
- Leon Tao: I'm not supposed to touch the computer, remember?
- [Eyes Bear]
- Leon Tao: And your special diet man-eater won't let me go anywhere near the keyboard.
- Harold Finch: Put me on speakerphone.
- [Leon does]
- Harold Finch: Bear? Ontspan.
- [Bear walks away]
- Leon Tao: Ont - ontspan? Multilingual mutt, dig it.
- Harold Finch: Who stands to benefit most from Veldt's death? Did another company plot it?
- Leon Tao: Gives new meaning to the phrase "hostile takeover," huh?
- Harold Finch: I'm extending an element of trust to you, Mr. Tao. Please resist the temptation to test the limits of my system.
- Leon Tao: Do I seem like the kind of guy who would let you down?
- Alistair Wesley: I just had to call and congratulate you on a game well played.
- John Reese: It wasn't a game. Lives were at stake. And after that elaborate plan, you were no more than a common thief.
- Alistair Wesley: You know I'm much more than that. After our meeting, I knew you looked familiar. You're John Reese. Our paths have crossed before in Istanbul at that market by the Bosphorus.
- John Reese: I remember the market. I don't remember you.
- Alistair Wesley: Well, that's the point. I was trained that way for a reason. Those were the days. International manhunts. Drone strikes. Now sometime we should finish that drink. I'm sure you and I would have a lot to talk about.
- Harold Finch: Ah, that was fast.
- Leon Tao: Me and Bear - one hell of a team. Even with one arm, I'm still the fastest gun in the West.
- Harold Finch: Yes, yes, back pats all around. What have you found out?
- Leon Tao: Well, I was snooping around the short seller server. That thing was a gold mine - private medical forms signed by Oliver Veldt buried in a trash file. Would you believe that? This is fun. This is what you and John do all day long?
- Mark Snow: There's no signal down here. She can't hear us.
- Joss Carter: What's goin' on, Mark?
- Mark Snow: We don't have much time. I don't know what she's planning, but you have to tell our friend. Whatever it is, it's big, and I can't stop it.
- Joss Carter: You killed a man for his ID to get inside that company, and then you shot a guard. Why?
- Mark Snow: [Shows the bomb vest stuck to him] I had no choice. This is just the beginning. She's on a mission with nothing left to lose. More people are gonna die.
- Joss Carter: I'll call bomb disposal, and I'll take you in. I'll get you out of this.
- Mark Snow: She won't let you.
- Joss Carter: She - who is she?
- Amy: So when does that Veldt guy go into surgery?
- Dr. Madeleine Enright: Uh, half hour. Ugh. God, I am already exhausted, and I still have that.
- Amy: I have that art fundraiser th the park today, but I'm gonna check in on you, okay? And try to give that jerk a bigger heart, while you're at it.
- Dr. Madeleine Enright: Well, I can't fix everything that's broken.
- Harold Finch: So Maddy's not the victim after all, Mr. Reese.
- John Reese: No, Finch. They're gonna force her to be the perpetrator. That's the threat, Finch. They're going to kill Oliver Veldt.
- Harold Finch: On the contrary, they're gonna have Maddy do it for them.
- Harold Finch: How much did they pay you to be their inside man?
- Leland Rains: Inside man on what?
- Harold Finch: The plot to kill your boss. Look, I have enough on you to send you to prison for a long time. On a good day, I just follow through with that. Today, I'll bargain. All the evidence I have in exchange for your power to call this thing off.
- Nurse Picket: Mr. Veldt, if I could ask you to sign one last consent form.
- Oliver Veldt: How many forms will it take for me to sign my life away?
- Dr. Madeleine Enright: Liz is just doing her job, Mr. Veldt. Any surgery has its risks.
- Oliver Veldt: And I chose the top surgeon in the state to eliminate them.