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After a cold open featuring what appears to be a random hit and run in a parking garage, Reese once again sneaks up on Finch, this time in a restaurant, and annoys him by asking such impertinent and leading questions as “What’s good here?” But Finch doesn’t think anything’s ever simple with Reese, like the man who built an Orwellian nightmare is the model of direct and open communication. Finch pushes a menu at Reese and hobbles off in peeve. Geez. What’s a handsome killing machine got to do to get a little love?
Seems Finch might have been expecting Reese since the menu contains a photo of a tweedy looking gent named Samuel Gates, criminal courts judge who is this week’s number. Unless he isn’t since his son’s name is Samuel, too, and the kid gets kidnapped. But maybe it’s both since Reese, in his capacity as killing machine, ran into a kidnapping plot or two along the way and figures they’re going for a scorched earth approach.
Whatever it is, the tweedy gent just lost his wife in the last year, so Reese gets to over-identify with another number and blows his cover before the first commercial break to get the judge to work with him. Finch starts wondering if maybe partnering with a killing machine wasn’t the best idea. Even if he might be Jesus and wears the hell out of a black suit and crisp white shirt.
Especially since Carter has now corralled what appears to be 75% of the NYPD to help her find the “man in a suit” who she still can’t directly link to any crimes. He just happens to be in the vicinity of them. Kind of like the Doctor, only better dressed. In this case, he appears to be the person who called in a murder, but far be it for a New York City homicide detective to back off when she has no forensic evidence and 14 open cases to solve. Those harassment suits won’t create their own evidence.
Luckily for Reese and Finch, Fusco’s finally getting with the program and actually working with Reese and feeding him intel on both Carter and the case of the week. I guess watching him single-handedly take down a Mexican drug cartel death squad can bring a guy to Jesus.
It turns out that the random hit-and-run wasn’t random to the plot and is involved in an Eastern European crime ring that is so high tech in their money laundering that Finch almost cracks a smile. The case of the week resolves itself ambiguously because now a tough criminal courts judge knows what Reese looks like, and is capable of, but he may also be an ally. Reese and Finch meet again over breakfast and discuss exactly what the judge meant, then they share a sweet little moment where Finch implies that he might actually like Reese after all.
Come back in a few days for the full recap where, hopefully, I’ll make this all make sense.