Person of Interest

You are being watched.

The government has a secret system--

a machine that spies on you every hour of every day.

I designed the machine to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

Violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up, we'll find you.

He won't eat. He sleeps all day.

When he's not throwing up.

Have you changed his food?

Just the same high-performance kibble,

plus the occasional table scrap.

I never feed him from the table.

Lethargy, vomiting, and lack of appetite

could indicate a more serious underlying cause.

I'd like to order some additional tests.

Whatever he needs.

In the meantime, I have some anti-nausea medicine

that should ease his symptoms.

I'll be right back.

I'm sorry, you can't be in here.

Neither can they.

Give us the ketamine, the doctor lives.

Aah!

You shouldn't have done that.

Aah!

Who are you?

We're merely a couple of concerned dog owners,

Dr. Jensen.

I don't know how to thank you.

One of those expensive chew toys

you have for sale at reception would help.

Bear likes his new vet.

He's due for vaccinations in a month.

It might be nice to visit Dr. Jensen

when he's not participating in a covert operation.

Please, help me. I've lost my husband.

I'm out on our boat, on Long Island Sound.

And where is your husband?

He was here when I fell asleep.

We have a new number, Mr. Reese.

Vanessa Watkins.

Former prosecutor with the District Attorney's office.

She's put away some of the city's worst violent offenders,

rapists, murderers, drug traffickers.

Married to Jeremy Watkins, the defense attorney.

A prosecutor married to a defense attorney?

Cats and dogs, Mr. Reese.

Jeremy's helped countless alleged criminals

walk on technicalities,

but it appears now he's the one in trouble.

He's been missing at sea for two days.

Coast Guard's still looking for him.

Maybe an unhappy client came back to haunt him.

Got eyes on Vanessa, Finch.

Has a friend with her.

Everything is gonna be all right.

You don't know that, Nicole.

Nicole Spencer, Vanessa's best friend since college.

She's consoling her.

Finch, Vanessa's got another problem.

Ms. Watkins. NYPD.

You're under arrest for the murder of your husband,

Jeremy Watkins.

Guess Jeremy's not missing anymore.

Cops think she killed him.

Oh, dear.

Hands behind your back.

Did the machine give us her number too late?

No.

The machine generated Vanessa's number

after Jeremy's disappearance.

The threat is new and imminent.

In that case, we need to get ears on her interrogation.

Let's go.

Vanessa Watkins.

Never thought I'd see you on that side of the table.

You were tough. I liked you.

Hell, I even respected you,

till you married that silver-tongued slimeball

in the $5,000 suit.

I would have thought a seasoned prosecutor like Ms. Watkins

would invoke her right to an attorney.

It's okay, keep quiet.

Your SOS call will do the talking for you.

Please, help me. I've lost my husband.

I'm out on our boat, on Long Island Sound.

And where is your husband?

He was here when I fell asleep,

but I heard a noise, and when I got to the deck,

I saw his body floating away.

Please, help me.

I almost bought your whole "damsel in distress" act.

Your husband's blood.

You were the only other person on board,

so we tested the statement you signed for the Coast Guard,

the one where you swore your husband fell overboard.

Know what we found?

Gunshot residue. Yeah.

You forgot to wash your hands.

Money makes people careless.

With your husband gone, you got a lot more of it.

5 mil life insurance, vacation home in, uh,

wha-- what was it again,

Tuscany, hmm?

Doesn't matter, you're never gonna see it again.

Why?

'Cause we found the gun,

the gun you used to kill Jeremy.

Witness saw you toss it into the Long Island Sound,

so we dragged it.

Took a while, but we fished it out.

Ask me, you did the world a favor,

ridding it of that scumbag husband of yours.

Tell us what really happened.

We'll hammer out a deal.

Such a damning list of circumstantial evidence.

So why are you pressing me for a confession, Detective Cameron?

You don't have a body, do you?

You can show my attorney in now.

Thanks for coming.

I was surprised you asked for me,

considering you once told my boss I was

"A unique combination of lazy and ineffectual."

The conversation my attorney and I

are about to have will be privileged.

I want all cameras removed.

The judges are all home with their brandy and cigars,

which means you get to spend the night in lockup.

Sorry, Detective, we gotta clear the room.

Sounds like Vanessa shot her husband.

She's innocent until proven guilty.

Or until her lawyer finds a loophole.

Ms. Watkins was smart enough not to ask

for her attorney until she'd heard

Detective Cameron's entire case against her.

She knows that, without a body,

he needs a confession to bolster his case to the jury.

Cameron's trying to keep her in custody until she talks.

For a prosecutor, a single night in lockup

could be life-threatening.

We need to get her out of there.

Yeah?

Detective, is Vanessa still speaking with her attorney?

Vanessa's attorney just left.

We need you to get Ms. Watkins out of custody.

A little late for that.

Vanessa knocked her attorney out cold,

took her clothes, and walked right out of here.

No wonder she requested Sarah Ellis.

I'd be willing to wager they're similar

in age, height, and build.

So Vanessa's escaped, and she's an alleged murderer.

Maybe the machine gave us

her number because she isn't finished.

All right, listen up.

Domain Awareness captured footage of the suspect,

Vanessa Watkins, buying a bus ticket to Philadelphia.

The file should be in your inbox now.

Our fugitive's bus leaves in less than an hour.

She will not be on it because we will stop her!

I received the footage. Thank you, Detective.

Come on.

You got the coordinates?

Five-block radius on the southwest side of the station.

I made a note of every pay phone and ATM.

Nice work.

Thanks.

No, you're not listening to me.

Like I told you before...

That's what I tried to tell you.

Detective Terney seems a little, uh, intense.

Any advice on how to get along with him?

Some people on the force,

you're better off keeping your distance.

Not sure I get what you mean.

You will.

Finch,

no sign of Vanessa at the bus station.

I think I might know why.

As a prosecutor, Ms. Watkins would know

the extent of the city's surveillance network.

She could have avoided the cameras altogether?

That's just it, she doesn't. She looks right at them.

She got caught on camera on purpose.

She has no intention of getting on that bus.

Ms. Watkins has already proven herself

practiced at the art of deception.

She's beginning to remind me of you, Mr. Reese.

Hmm.

I'll have Ms. Shaw retrace Vanessa's steps.

Vanessa seems to have picked the pocket of an old man

in an orange jacket before she left the station.

Have you seen anything that would give you an indication

where she was going?