Person of Interest (TV Series)

Proteus (2013)

Jim Caviezel: John Reese

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Quotes 

• John Reese : At least the storm's passing.

  Harold Finch : No, Mr. Reese. I have a feeling it's just beginning.

• Special Agent Alan Fahey : FBI, don't move. Hands up. I want to see some ID.

  John Reese : Well, which is it? You want my hands up, or you want to see ID?

• John Reese : A drug smuggler shot at me with a spear gun last night.

  Harold Finch : Is that a first for you?

  John Reese : Wish I could say yes.

• John Reese : [Dragging a mostly unconscious drug dealer]  Unbelievable. We're hunting a killer and we get amateur drug night in the sticks. You smuggle it in on your boat? Ah, don't say anything. Just bleed if I'm right.

• John Reese : [as Marshall Jennings]  Body armor? I don't think we'll be taking heavy fire with this group.

  Special Agent Alan Fahey : Look Jennings, I spend most of my 9 to 5 tethered to a desk. I've questioned a few embezzlers and some identity thieves. We're about to walk into a room with a killer.

  John Reese : And I'll be standing right behind you.

• Special Agent Alan Fahey : We can't afford to sit around here with or without the deputy's help. I don't think we're on the trail of just a missing person here. I think Rollins is dead, and he may not be the only one.I think we're on the trail of a cold-blooded killer.

  John Reese : And you didn't want to share this earlier?

• John Reese : What's going on here?

  Deputy Erica Schmidt : This amateur storm chaser Harold Gull is under arrest. He landed his float plane in the town square.

  Harold Finch : I needed a stretch of water to land and there was, well, water everywhere.

  John Reese : [Looks at a bunch of equipment]  And what's all this?

  Harold Finch : My meteorological equipment. I've been a certified member of the National Storm Chasers and Spotters Association for over ten years.

  [Reese raises his eyebrows at him] 

• Harold Finch : If the killer is among these people, then he's out of his element; he's broken his pattern. Assuming the identities of his victims, it's part of his ritual.

  John Reese : And now that Rollins' ID is burned, he's trapped. He must have taken on another identity.

  Harold Finch : And he can't go anywhere with it. He's as stuck as we are.

  John Reese : Why didn't the machine give us his real identity? Why play games?

  Harold Finch : I assume he's smart, and he digitally erased his original persona. I did.

• Ethan Mattson : [Dragging Reese]  Not the way I planned it, man. I don't hurt people. And I didn't kill the FBI guy in that trunk. But you're in the way, so you go in the drink. Don't worry. As cold as this water is, it'll be quick.

  John Reese : [Spots a paddle]  Hey, Ethan.

  [Hits him] 

  John Reese : As quick as that?

• John Reese : Any word from our dearly departed Agent Shaw?

  Harold Finch : Not a whisper. What worries me more at the moment is that we haven't heard anything from the machine recently either.

  John Reese : Yes, I've noticed. Three days. No numbers. Maybe we're finally cleaning up the streets.

  Harold Finch : As much as I'd like that, I have to wonder if it hasn't got something to do with the actually departed Kara Stanton. The virus that she uploaded during the time you spent in your bomb vest could easily have spread from the Department of Defense systems, all the way to the machine.

  John Reese : You built the machine, Finch. Can't you access it? You know, check under the hood?

  Harold Finch : I sealed it for a reason, Mr. Reese. I'm afraid you're going to have to wait and see what Stanton's employers have in mind for the future.

• John Reese : [Exiting movie theatre]  Isn't this service vest a little unethical?

  Harold Finch : I am handi-capable, Mr. Reese, but I need some assistance. We don't want to exclude Bear from our rainy day activities.

  John Reese : We should have seen Once Upon a Time in the West. Fewer subtitles.

• John Reese : Rollins was in a hurry to get out of the city. And we're not the only ones looking for him.

  Harold Finch : Heading out in a storm like this? Rollins is running from something.

  John Reese : I'll find out what's on Owen Island.

  Harold Finch : Mr. Reese, is that a good idea?

  John Reese : Storm or no, Finch, if Rollins is our one lead, I'm headed to the beach.

• Deputy Erica Schmidt : I got a nor'easter touching down right now. I've got a population of 357 souls I've got to get off this island before I can't anymore. Chief of police is running the evacuation on the mainland. I'm the law left in the town with half its ass underwater.

  Special Agent Alan Fahey : This is a matter of federal importance. We're looking for this man.

  [Holds up photo] 

  Deputy Erica Schmidt : Don't recognize him. But if he was a renter, he's probably been evacuated.

  [Turns to her radio] 

  John Reese : Mind if we at least make a few phone calls while we're here?

  Deputy Erica Schmidt : Sure. If the cell and land lines weren't down, the power wasn't out, and the emergency radio didn't pick today to crap out on me. Anything else?

  John Reese : Yeah. How's your coffee?

  Deputy Erica Schmidt : Hey, gents, you may have jurisdiction and authority here, but one thing you don't have is my cooperation. For now, mother nature takes priority.

• John Reese : The National Storm Chasers Association, Harold?

  Harold Finch : Well, it worked, didn't it?

  John Reese : We were wrong. This isn't a group conspiracy. Those numbers, they're all dead. And we're tracking their killer.

  Harold Finch : I know. I had the displeasure of seeing all that was left of the real Jack Rollins, molars and all. Some twisted mind's idea of a trophy. What if the machine sent us all six numbers to tell us that someone had been all of those people? What if a smart killer was interested not only in taking lives, but in taking identities. Like a chameleon. Changing into his victims, living their lives until he gets bored and moves on to the next. To identify such a killer, we would want to consider who he has been, and what he might look like.

  John Reese : Okay, so how do you spot someone who's that good at being anyone else?

• Harold Finch : [Harold is doing a crude lie-detector test]  I'm getting clean readings. The metal in the table amplifies it. Everyone is steady. Stanley the bar owner is a little below average, but I think there might be something wrong with him.

  John Reese : No, I just think his blood alcohol level could start a lawn mower.