Guilty

We 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.

Any word from Root?

And no new leads on Shaw.

Any progress on the backlog of numbers we missed

when Samaritan went on the offensive?

The ones I've looked into are already dead

or locked up for the crimes we failed to prevent.

Me, too, but I found three

that are open missing persons cases.

All three went missing during the same

48-hour period.

I'm trying to find out if they might be connected.

Or still alive.

I'll do what I can to assist,

but I'm afraid the unfortunate facts

of having a real life

have finally caught up to me.

Professor Whistler has jury duty,

and I can't ignore it for fear of attracting

unwanted attention to my cover identity.

You just have to try to get out of it

like everybody else.

And if I'm stuck on a jury

when the next number comes up?

Fusco and I can handle it.

Now, about that,

after everything that's happened...

Perhaps it would be best if we left him

out of our operations for now.

When we started, you told me

we'd both wind up dead.

This is worse.

You're right.

If we're short-handed, we're short-handed.

We're not bringing anyone else into this.

It's just you and me again, Mr. Reese.

I don't care if I have bad reception, Terrence.

We're rolling calls.

Now get me on with Anton.

We better be out of here by Friday night, you know.

I got courtside Knicks tickets.

Grading exams.

Where do you teach?

Oh, at a local college.

I was a high school English teacher

for 41 years, but budget cuts--

I was pushed into retirement.

I miss the students.

Well, some of them, but, you know,

I have a lot more free time now.

I'm actually learning to knit.

Indeed.

Well, if you'll forgive me,

I really should focus on some work.

Oh, you're computerized.

Now, that's great.

In public school, we barely had

enough money for books and teachers,

let alone fancy laptops.

What in the... Oh!

Okay, next group.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

Paladino, Mel.

Everts, Riva. McDermott, Doug.

Whistler, Harold.

Oh...

Rollins, Timothy.

Blake, Emma.

Oh, that's me.

I'm-- I'm Emma, by the way.

Harold.

Well, at least we'll both

have a friend in there, huh?

I need to be excused due to financial hardship.

I am negotiating a multimillion dollar deal.

You'll be compensated for your time.

$40 a day.

I hate cops.

All cops.

I'd never believe anything a cop said.

Just like I don't believe what you're saying now.

Nice try, Mr. Rollins.

I don't really follow the news,

so I guess I don't have an opinion

one way or the other.

No challenge, your honor.

No challenge.

No, I can't think of anything

that would prejudice me in this case.

I mean, except for the larger issues with our government.

Issues?

Well, one can't really call it

government of the people by the people

anymore, can one?

Because we're all being watched

by an intelligent supercomputer

that's slowly but surely taking over the world.

You can return to your seat in the gallery, Mr. Whistler.

That's Professor Whistler, actually.

Okay, that's our jury.

The rest of you are free to go.

What did I say about cell phones?

Zero tolerance.

You are held in contempt.

What? No, I-- I swear it was off.

That's not even my ringtone.

It seems we have a seat to fill.

Professor Whistler, your number's up.

When I said I was looking forward

to our next session, John, I didn't expect you

to make me wait so long.

Is that your way of saying you missed me, Iris?

It's my way of saying

you're not supposed to cancel mandatory sessions.

Well, they didn't give me mandatory sessions

'cause I'm good at following rules.

Captain Moreno said you took unpaid leave.

There was a death in the family.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you want to talk about it?

Okay.

Then onto the good news.

This is your last session.

I'm signing off on you.

Congratulations.

You're sane, or close enough.

And you're free to go.

Okay.

Well...

Thanks for everything.

Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

Missing persons?

You lost, Lionel?

What's the deal with these three?

The deal is they're on my desk, not yours.

Well, they're not homicides, so I was guessing

it's part of our little side project.

Actually, we're putting that on hold for a while.

When I need your help, I'll let you know.

Sierra... Close...

Someday soon, your phone will have a little "5K"

on its screen-- a fifth generation wireless technology

that will make it run faster and work better,

and that 5K will be there because of Caroline Mills,

the hard-working CEO of a major telecommunications firm

who was gunned down in her own home

by her own husband, Chad Bryson.

See, Caroline was about to earn her company billions,

and you are going to hear from witness after witness

who will tell you that Chad, a failed entrepreneur,

couldn't handle his wife's success,

that their marriage was on the rocks,

and that, out of jealousy and greed,

Chad Bryson chose to kill his wife, Caroline,

rather than risk being left with nothing.

Finch, we just got another number.

I'm a touch busy at the moment.

Yeah, but I think the Machine

wants you to handle this one personally.

How can you possibly know that?

Because I just tracked down our new number,

and she's sitting right next to you.

Well, I spent last night digging through Emma's

digital footprint.

You find anything interesting?

Nothing that she hadn't already told me yesterday.

She taught high school English

for 41 years and then was forced into retirement.

Although prescriptions for anti-depressants

and appointments with a psychiatrist

suggest that she's not happily retired.

Nothing wrong with getting a little help, Finch.

Certainly not.

I just can't find any clues

as to why she needs our help.

Which means that whatever's going on,

it's probably about this trial.

Might explain why she has enough press clippings

about this case to wallpaper an asylum.

Yesterday, she denied knowing anything about it.

Telling them what they want to hear

to get herself on that jury.

Looks like she's obsessed.

Perhaps she's trying

to get close enough to kill Chad.

Or maybe she's one of those nutballs

who falls in love with a killer,

and she's after the prosecutors trying to put him away.