In Central Park, Sam and Rese are undercover, arguing about who will row. Finch chimes in, suggesting that Reese should row because they're pretending to be on a date. Sam finally relents and begins surveillance on their new Number, Ian Murphy. Ian is an investor who owns several businesses. All of them are doing well and he has a stellar credit report. He's an orphan and an uncle left him $100,000 when he died. Finch suggests that they check out Murphy's apartment, while Reese and Sam watch as Ian and his current girlfriend, Veronica, row on the river. Ian says that he has to head back and they follow him back...Read the full recap
Sam: The guy went from blue blood to hipster faster than you can say ironic facial hair.
Finch: I don't understand anything you just said.
Sam: Guy's a chameleon. Organized, efficient, sociopathic. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Dr. Ronald Carmichael: You know, Robin, we're all fallible.
Root: Well, not all of us. I suppose it's you that needs therapy. It sounds like you have a lot to work on.
Dr. Ronald Carmichael: I can help you, Robin. You suffer from delusions of grandeur, something caused by your underlying condition.
Root: It's not a condition, it's the future. By the time you figure out what's really happening, I'll have transcended this reality.
Carter: Just once, I wish you fellas would call with something that doesn't require firearms.
Reese: Why? Are you not carrying?
Carter: I know better than to show up unprepared.
Sam: So... how long have you and Zoe been... special friends?
Reese: Well, I haven't really counted the days, Shaw. What about you? Any big dates?
Sam: Been too busy saving the world from bad guys. Besides, relationships are for amateurs. Guys these days have so many... emotions. They cry, they wanna be held. I just don't know what do with them.
Reese: So... you're a nun?
Sam: I'm a pragmatist, John. I go out, have a fun night or three, and then, uh, I move on. No muss, no fuss.