TIL DEATH
Harold Finch: "The author claims that Mr. Huggins has more than 10,000 firearms and teaches his followers to build car bombs in case of domestic insurgence."
Oh joy. Sounds like Oerstadt. Didn't end well for him, and John had to pose as a terrorist. No good memories of that moment. Mark and Kara kept telling him he did a decent impression of an unstable asshole.
John Reese: "I'm proud of you, Finch. You've really gotten comfortable with your breaking and entering duties."
Considering the other breaches of privacy the billionaire indulged in whenever he went on a quest for intel, B&E was hypocritical enough.
John Reese: "No, but I'll bet you still have an opinion."
And look what it gets him, asking Carter about her point of view on Lionel's little secrets. She's annoyed when he doesn't take her into account, and she's annoyed when he does.
John Reese: "So Daniel Drake hired someone to build a bomb that could be easily traced to a group that had publicly threatened their lives. Very clever. Guess murder is one way to break up a marriage. But wouldn't divorce have been simpler?"
Revenge he can understand, but that's not what it is here. Drake doesn't want his wife to pay, just to get rid of her and keep the money, and John can't understand such a reason. He's going to be short-tempered with that guy, he can already tell.
Harold Finch: "Oakland is fine, and the Cubs, and the Red Sox too, although, I'm not certain my affection for any one of these teams would reveal where I grew up, Mr. Reese."
Maybe he's just trying to get to know you, Harold. Honestly, such paranoia – that being said, John won't deny he would have memorized the answer and tried to deduce something out of it. But that's just a hobby, now – not a necessity, like it was before, when he didn't trust Finch yet.
John Reese: "Finch, I think I've figured out why the machine gave us both numbers. The Drakes took out a hit on each other."
This sounds like a romantic comedy, but bloodier.
Harold Finch: "If that's the case, I may have crossed some moral threshold."
Oh, come on. He was just agreeing with Finch, that's all. And he may have said it on purpose, to test whether the man truly meant it, if he really understood what he was saying, but still.
Joss Carter: "Yeah, something like that. One day you're married to your soulmate, then you watch them turn into someone else. Sometimes you're so in love with who a person was, you can't bring yourself to love who they've become."
She has a son, he remembers. Divorced. He doesn't know why she's not with her ex-husband anymore, as Finch hadn't thought it relevant to their snooping when her number had come up – but John can't say he has experience in long relationships. He was always the one to leave first – to be forced out, to make choices which would lead to a separation.
Daniel Drake: "Hey! Who are you people? What is going on? Somebody better talk to me right now and tell me what the heck is going on! I want–"
He could be more delicate, but this time the numbers got on his nerves. So it's the car's trunk, and no questions right now.
Joss Carter: "Why not just dangle them off the roof and force them to tell us how to find the hitmen?"
Well. Someone is pissed off, uh. If she's proposing something like what he'd do – if that could truly stop the deeper problem, which it can't, though getting more time to deal with that deeper problem would still be great.
Sabrina Drake: "I tried to call it off, but the number stopped working after the book signing."
Daniel Drake: "I tried to call him yesterday, tell him I changed my mind, but... he always hated you, honey."
Oh, come on. They hire a killer to get rid of their spouse at the same time, change their minds at the same time, and apparently admit to each other they both did something incredibly stupid and then found out they still loved each other... at the same time. The Drakes are soulmates, that's for sure.
Harold Finch: "Detective Carter says the Drakes were arraigned this morning. They're invoking spousal privilege, refusing to testify against one another."
It is a romantic comedy, after all. It has to end well in the most ridiculous way.