Reasonable Doubt

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'll 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.

You shouldn't have done that.

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.

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's 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,

until you married that silver-tongued slimeball in the 5,000-dollar 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.

Five mil life insurance, vacation home in...

where was it again, Tuscany?

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

Because 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.

Yeah.

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.

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, this group report back...

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

Detective Terney seems a little... 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 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.

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? - No.

But the old man from the footage is back.

I'm gonna ask him.

Excuse me, did you lose something? A wallet maybe?

No, but I did misplace my cell phone.

Well, if you give me the number, I know somebody who can track it.

There you go.

Finch, drug dealers are the only traffic we're seeing out here.

You might wanna have another look.

I'm here to see Reverb.

Reverb's got a prior engagement. I suggest you move along.

Reginald, can you hear me?

Only two people allowed to call me Reginald.

My moms and the courts.

Finch, I'm sending you a photo. Guy's first name is Reginald.

Reginald "Reverb" Marshall.

Recently released after serving part of a 20-year sentence

for murder and drug trafficking. Vanessa put him away.

So, why is she visiting him now?

Thanks for talking to that judge for me, getting me out.

Finch, wanted to let you know.

Tip came through, someone spotted Vanessa

at a dealer's building in Washington Heights.

I appreciate that update, Detective.

Detective Cameron's instructed us

to consider the suspect armed and dangerous.

Is that standard operating procedure?

Not when there's no evidence the suspect has a weapon.

I knew Vanessa.

Worked a couple cases together. She was tough.

Don't know why, but Cameron's determined

to bring her in, dead or alive.

Reginald just gave Vanessa a brick of coke.

What's a former prosecutor planning to do with a kilogram of cocaine?

Something illegal.

Mr. Reese, police are on the way.