- Zoe Morgan: [the doorbell rings, John grabs his gun] John, it's the doorbell. Let's try to not shoot any girl scouts on the first day, okay?
- Zoe Morgan: John. I'm sorry to hear that it didn't work out with that reporter Maxine.
- John Reese: I'll get over it. I was actually thinking we should spend a little more time together.
- Zoe Morgan: Is that so? What is it this time? More power players or cover-ups?
- John Reese: Not exactly. Zoe Morgan will you be my wife?
- Zoe Morgan: [Cut to the suburbs, JOhn and Zoe are posing as a married couple] Remember when you saved me from being tortured and killed by corporate hit-men? Consider us even.
- John Reese: That mean you don't want me to carry you across the threshold?
- Vendor: Let me guess. One vanilla ice cone.
- Harold Finch: Yes, please.
- Vendor: Even in January I always keep a few of these for when you come by.
- Harold Finch: Am I really that predictable?
- Vendor: No, you just don't deny yourself small pleasures.
- Harold Finch: You may be the first person that ever told me that.
- Detective Joss Carter: I'm hearing sirens. Am I gonna have to arrest John with the crew?
- Harold Finch: Preferably not. In the event that the police arrive before he escapes...
- Detective Joss Carter: Almost made it a whole day without you two asking me to break the law.
- Detective Joss Carter: We haven't had the pleasure of meeting. I'm Detective Carter.
- Zoe Morgan: Zoe. John's wife.
- John Reese: Long story.
- Harold Finch: Hard to see how he had the money to move east, much less support a city lifestyle.
- John Reese: Maybe he met a reclusive billionaire.
- Harold Finch: In the event that he didn't, I made a few phone calls around Fort Wayne, claiming to be a genealogist working on a family tree. And I did uncover one record of interest.
- John Reese: And what's that?
- Harold Finch: His death certificate.
- Harold Finch: [Talking to the Machine] Ready to have some fun? You're good at connecting people to the things they don't want the world to know. How good are you at finding connections that no one knows exists? Try to tell me if there's a correlation between the cowboy and the taxi driver.
- [Files pop up on Harold's computer]
- Harold Finch: Fifth cousins? Really? We do live in the great melting pot.
- Harold Finch: Mr. Reese, they've got hostages, and there are two other armed men. I don't think you're gonna be able to simply walk through the front door.
- John Reese: [Bungee jumps onto the balcony] Wasn't planning on it.
- John Reese: Connie. I was wondering if I could talk to Graham
- Connie Wyler: He told me you helped him out. Didn't say how. But whatever you did...
- John Reese: You're welcome.
- Graham Wyler: See you're moving on.
- John Reese: Yep. Guy like me doesn't belong in the suburbs.
- Zoe Morgan: How long have the two of you been living in Rockaway?
- Connie Wyler: h, about ten years. Graham and I moved here after my mother got sick, so we came out to help. What about you guys? How did you meet John?
- Zoe Morgan: Uh, I was, um, stranded in a bad part of town. And he gave me a ride. And we actually spent the rest of the evening running around the city.
- John Reese: [Wyler has Vaughn at gunpoint] Let him go, Graham.
- Graham Wyler: I can't. This has to end.
- John Reese: If you pull that trigger, then Graham Wyler; the man you really are; dies with him.
- Graham Wyler: He can't come after my family again.
- John Reese: He won't. He'll spend the next three decades in prison. But if you do this, you'll be right there with him. What's Connie gonna do then?
- [Wyler holsters the gun]
- Chris Vaughn: I knew you didn't have it in you. You were always -
- [John hits him in the face]
- John Reese: The better man.
- Graham Wyler: Can't change what I've done.
- John Reese: The past is a difficult thing to outrun.
- Graham Wyler: Maybe it's time to stop running.
- Nathan Ingram: So tell me, how goes our little experiment?
- Harold Finch: I'm glad you asked.
- [Gestures to a scruffy looking person sitting not far from them]
- Harold Finch: What do you make of that man on the bench?
- Nathan Ingram: Looks like he tied one on a little too tight.
- Harold Finch: Bet you'd never believe me if I told you he was a violin prodigy who played two years with the Philharmonic. His penchant for the bottle cut his career short.
- Nathan Ingram: How exactly does this help stop terrorism?
- Harold Finch: Before I could teach the machine to find bad people, I had to teach it people in general. I programmed it to identify outliers. Individuals who are... interesting in some way.
- Nathan Ingram: To teach a machine the complexities of human nature - I mean, no offense, Harold, but is someone as introverted as you the best person for the job?
- Harold Finch: [Flips through his laptop] Who's Molly Cole?
- Nathan Ingram: I have no idea.
- Harold Finch: 24-year-old graduate student at NYU. Major in astrophysics. Says you were with her last night. So work must not be the only thing that's kept your mind off the separation.
- Nathan Ingram: [Concedes] Okay. So what's your point?
- Harold Finch: You asked me if the machine was capable of learning human nature. I'm saying it already is. It's learning by watching everyone. Even you.
- John Reese: Harder to tail someone in the suburbs than in the city.
- Harold Finch: I heard. Your man-in-the-suit routine doesn't exactly play. As it happens, there's a quaint three-bedroom that's just gone on the market across from the Wyler's home. You can move in tomorrow.
- John Reese: Move in?
- Harold Finch: You're gonna be neighbors. I also procured a new vehicle, an appropriate wardrobe, and a set of golf clubs. There is one element of your cover that you'll have to acquire on your own...
- [Cut to Reese and Zoe Morgan]
- John Reese: Wyler's due to meet Vaughn in an hour, Finch. What are we gonna do if he goes through with the job?
- Harold Finch: What do you suggest?
- John Reese: We take him out of the equation. He still has open warrants in Philly.
- Zoe Morgan: With Wyler serving jail time, there's not much Vaughn could do.
- Harold Finch: We'd risk breaking up his family. They might never forgive him. I know the prospect of a normal life seems remote to people like us, Mr. Reese. But Wyler still has a chance to preserve his.
- Graham Wyler: How'd you find me?
- Chris Vaughn: That is a real fun story. I was at work. Dishwasher. Only kind of job a con like me could get. My boss shows me this Facebook photo. Some babe he's plowing in New York. I look. I can't believe my eyes. There's Lloyd Pruitt standing in the background of this photo. My long lost friend. Smiling, laughing, beautiful daughter next to him in her nice school sweater. It's a hell of a life you've made for yourself, Lloyd. Wish I was spending my days selling hammers.
- Daniel Burnside: Beats 12 years in the Fromhold State Penitentiary.
- Chris Vaughn: Was it 12? It felt longer.
- Daniel Burnside: Yeah, felt like 50.
- Graham Wyler: That's my fault? I told you the job was dangerous. But you thought you were invincible. And that's why I walked.
- Daniel Burnside: How noble. The way we see it, you owe us, and we're here to collect.