Reese: Where did you come from?
Finch: I breached the space/time continuum. Not really. I did sense my privacy being invaded, but we'll leave that for now. We have work to do. Numbers have come in.
Reese: What do you mean, numbers?
Finch: What plurals usually mean. More than one, in this case, four.
Fusco: What the hell are you doing here? You didn't kill her, did you?
Reese: Lionel, after all we've been through.
Fusco: Paula Vasquez? Why?
Reese: Don't want her ending up like the lady upstairs.
Fusco: You think she might?
Reese: I know she won't, because you'll throw yourself in front of the bullet.
Fusco: Funny guy.