The news continues to fill with stories about the secret Northern Lights government program. Reese and Sam are at a diner and Reese watches the news with interest. Sam doesn't really care that Control is now in trouble, but Reese points out that the government will eliminate anyone who knows anything. A black SUV pulls up outside and Reese tells Sam that they have to go. They go outside and approach the two men, Ray and Julio, who arrived. Reese pays them a million for cocaine, but then tells each man that the other one plans to betray him and take all the money. When the two men draw on each other, Sam and Reese knock them out and scatter the drugs around, and Reese calls Fusco to arrest them both...Read the full recap
Root: Hey, kids. You miss me between drug deals?
Sam: Yeah. I miss you like I miss an intestinal parasite.
Root: I love your similes.
Finch: Dare I hope that you've packed something other than weaponry?
Reese: There's trip wire to booby-trap the room door. And a toothbrush.
Finch: Oral hygiene is something, I suppose.
Reese: Can we put this screeching cat out of its misery?
Finch: It's not feline. It's Verdi.
Finch: Next time, you can be the disk jockey. We'll listen to whatever you like.
Reese: Well, maybe next time I'll just sing for you. I do a great Ring cycle, you know.
Finch: I think I'll skip your Brunnhilde.
Reese: Suit yourself.
Root: Thanks for being my travel buddy on these errands.
Sam: Sure. It's not every day you get to beat up a militia group in Anchorage then hop a plane to Miami.
Sam: I could try blasting through the roadblock.
Finch: The term "blasting" does not inspire great confidence, Ms. Shaw.
Finch: Lives will be lost. The results will be nothing short of catastrophic.
Senator Roger McCourt: These programs are always going to be controversial. But also inevitable. People get up in arms whenever they go public, but eventually the noise dies down, because the simple truth is that people want to be protected. They just don't want to know how.
Finch: Since we started this, things have changed. We've changed. But the mission, our purpose, has always been constant--to save lives. If that's changed somehow, if we're in a place now where the Machine is asking us to commit murder... that's a place I can't go. I'm afraid this is where I get off.