Sarah Shahi: Sameen Shaw

The Crossing

Sameen Shaw

Sameen Shaw: What kind of cop doesn't use a vertical deadbolt?
Detective Lionel Fusco: What the hell? Where'd you come from?
Sameen Shaw: It doesn't matter. It's where we're going that's important. Grab your gun, Lionel.
Detective Lionel Fusco: Let me guess, Mr. Congeniality's in some kind of trouble.
Sameen Shaw: You could say that. Reese and Carter nabbed the head of HR. They need a little help escorting him into FBI custody. You ready?
Detective Lionel Fusco: I don't care who you are. You break into my house again, you're gonna be sorry.
Sameen Shaw: I'm already sorry. I'm gonna have to listen to your whiny ass all the way into Queens.
Detective Lionel Fusco: Me? You know the dog's the only one that likes you, right?

Sameen Shaw: Heard you took a bullet.
Detective Lionel Fusco: Yeah, stupid bastard shot me where I had plenty of padding.
Sameen Shaw: Would've gone for the head shot myself. Course, you got plenty of padding there, too.

Sameen Shaw: Reese and Carter broke through HR's roadblock into Manhattan. They're on their way to the fed building.
Harold Finch: I heard. Thanks to Detective Fusco. Unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky.
Sameen Shaw: I can find him, but it might not matter. Might be dead by now.
Harold Finch: Remind me to hire an optimist next time.
Sameen Shaw: Even an optimist can't be two places at once.

Harold Finch: Ms. Shaw, I'm afraid I've lost contact with Mr. Reese.
Sameen Shaw: Well, at the risk of stating the obvious, Finch, you could just ask the machine for his location.
Harold Finch: I don't speak to the machine, and the machine doesn't speak to me, Ms. Shaw.
Sameen Shaw: Well, it speaks to her.
Harold Finch: I might not know where our friends are, but I certainly know where they're headed. 26 Federal Plaza, to be exact. Based on their last location, there are two direct routes into Manhattan; the Long Island railroad and the BQE to Brooklyn Bridge. HR will be patrolling both spots heavily.
Sameen Shaw: So are you saying Fusco and I need to split up?
Detective Lionel Fusco: Is that glasses? Tell him this is the last time I chauffeur your ass.
Harold Finch: Divide and conquer, I assume that's all right with you.
Sameen Shaw: I thought you'd never ask.

Beat Cop: [Eating a hot dog is his car] Nope, no sign of our boy. Mm-hmm.
Sameen Shaw: [Shaw breaks into his car, handcuffs him and pulls a gun] You know that's not real meat, right?
Beat Cop: The hell - who are you?
Sameen Shaw: Concerned citizen. Our police force should really be filling up on something more substantial.
[Takes out a grenade, pulls out the pin]
Sameen Shaw: Now I want you to call your pal Simmons and find out where he's keeping Detective Fusco.
Beat Cop: I - um, I don't know what you're talking about.
Sameen Shaw: Do it now, or I lose the pin to this grenade permanently.
Beat Cop: You don't understand. You... might kill me, but I cross Simmons, he'll hunt down my wife, my sister. He won't stop until everybody I love is dead.