Person of Interest s01e14 Episode Script

FINCH: You are being watched.
The government has a secret system.
A machine that spies on you every hour of every day.
I know because I built it.
I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything.
Violent crimes involving ordinary people.
People like you.
Crimes the government considered irrelevant.
They wouldn't act, so I decided I would.
But I needed a partner.
Someone with the skills to intervene.
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.
OPERATOR: 911, what is your emergency? MAN 1: I got a flat tire.
WOMAN: They won't turn their music down.
MAN 2: I just know he's sleeping with her.
DARREN: Please help me.
It's my brother, they shot him.
Please send someone.
RECORDING: We're sorry.
All circuits are busy.
Nobody here.
I've never seen you like this.
- That hacker must've gotten to you.
- Only the paranoid survive.
Sage advice.
Well, I'll need to rebuild all my systems from scratch reinforce the firewall.
- Anything I can do? FINCH: Yes.
New number.
- Just came in this morning.
- Even with the library offline? His name is Darren McGrady, 14 years old.
That's his last known address.
You better get started.
Hey, Finch.
Any chance your machine gave us the number a few days late? No.
Why? REESE: I had to crawl through police tape to get inside Darren's apartment.
The library may have been compromised, but I assure you the machine was not.
Whatever happened there, Darren's situation must be ongoing.
Looks like a home invasion.
So whose blood is on the floor? KEACH: Hey.
Who are you? Detective Stills.
- You the super? - That's right.
- Little late for the party, aren't you? - Mind telling me what happened here? What it looks like.
One of my tenants got shot.
About a week ago.
Older kid, Travis McGrady.
Damn shame.
Real good about paying rent on time.
Travis had a younger brother, Darren.
- What happened to him? - I don't know, cops took him with them.
Hey, when can I clean this place up and get a new tenant in here? Morning, detective.
- Miss me? - You know, I always pictured you in the back of my car in handcuffs.
Well, to each his own.
Any luck pulling that file? Travis McGrady.
Took two shots to the chest, point-blank.
Three black males were seen fleeing the building.
What about Darren? CARTER: Came home right after it happened found Travis bleeding out.
- Says here he called 911.
Yeah, it took half an hour for first responders to show up.
- Travis was already dead.
- What happened to the parents? No father in the picture, mother died of renal failure three years ago so Travis was Darren's legal guardian.
- And now he's got nobody.
- Any idea where he is now? - Missing.
Kid waited all night at the precinct for Child Services.
When they didn't show up, he just up and walked out.
- I need to track him down.
Fast.
- Hey.
Ever gonna tell me how you and your friend pick the people you're chasing? All right, I'll talk to the detective assigned on the case.
See if there's anything he left out of that report.
Like how he lost the kid.
Since when does a Homicide task force want in on a shooting in Crown Heights? Don't you have something high-profile to work? Like that guy who's kneecapping everybody.
Chief of D's wants to polish CompStat numbers.
Ordered us to climb on any open cases.
Okay.
It goes like this.
Last Friday, the victim was working at the, uh Travis, right? His name is Travis? Right.
Well, this Travis he's working the late shift at the Thighs & Fries.
Got into an altercation with three males over some waitress.
Somebody got frisky, Travis went at him, tossed him out of the joint.
Same three guys seen later fleeing his apartment building.
Figure they left the restaurant followed Travis on his way home from work, you know the rest.
The little brother, he said, uh, they took his work hat.
Any leads on the suspects? Waitress give a description? - Anything? - In that neighborhood? Are you kidding? Ain't nobody gonna dime out those thugs.
Any progress on finding the brother, Darren? I don't have time to chase every kid who can't sit still.
Of course not.
When I find him I'll let him know you were a big help.
REESE: Sounds like Darren's brother picked a fight with the wrong crowd.
If they think Darren saw anything that night they'll be looking to silence him.
So we don't have a clue who the shooters are? REESE: Witnesses can ID the shooters they're just too scared.
- Why would they wanna talk to you? I have my ways.
Excuse me.
Lisa? Sorry, I'm running late.
I already told the police everything I know about Travis and those guys.
I'm not a cop.
I'm looking for Darren McGrady.
Travis' little brother.
- I'm sorry, I can't help you.
- I know you're afraid.
Like I'm sure Travis was scared when he stuck up for you against those thugs.
But he did it anyway.
Those guys come in there all the time, grabbing and hollering.
I don't know what the hell he was thinking.
He cared for you.
Just like he cared for his little brother, Darren.
The guys that killed Travis may be coming after Darren now.
I need your help tracking them down.
- Look, I wanna help, but - You don't have to give me a name.
Just point me in the right direction.
Guy like you, coming out of shadows, looking for bad guys? You'd fit right in at the comic book store.
Couple blocks that way.
They hang out there.
Thanks.
WILCOX: Okay, kids.
Free comics.
There you go, one for you.
How about that.
Hey, good to see you again.
You all right? Say hi to your mom.
Mr.
Wilcox, what's this dude's superpower? He got no costume, no cape.
Because being a superhero is not about a cape or cowl.
It's about protecting your fellow man.
Looking out for him when no one else will.
Look at the detail on that.
Uh Excuse you.
Carter.
I may have found one of our shooters.
Corner of Crown and Albany, headed south.
CARTER [OVER PHONE.]
: I'm two minutes away.
Be right there.
REESE: Finch, I got eyes on Darren.
FINCH: Is he safe, Mr.
Reese? REESE: Not for long.
DARREN: Yo, Brick.
- Take off that hat.
- Who do you think you're talking to? One of the spineless punks that killed my brother.
Shot him dead in our home.
Want me to show you how to use that thing, little man? [GUNSHOT.]
Man, what the hell you doing? Get off of me.
- Get off.
- This fool's good as dead.
- I won't miss.
Drop your phone.
DARREN: Give that back.
DARREN: Get off me, man.
Hey, don't worry, man.
This ain't over.
I'm gonna kill you and the rest of your crew.
- We'll see.
My boys will look for you.
- I see you made friends, as usual.
REESE: Found our missing kid.
I gotta get him out of here.
- He's your murder suspect.
CARTER: Get down on the ground.
Put your hands behind your head now.
[SIRENS WAILING NEARBY.]
- Where you going? - Gotta get him somewhere safe.
Sorry.
WOMAN [OVER RADIO.]
: All units, please respond to shots fired in the vicinity of Crown and Didn't know cops could pick and choose which calls to answer.
- Never said I was a cop.
- So, what are you, then? One of these days, I'll come up with a good answer for that one.
It's a nice piece, considering you bought it off the street.
- Where'd you get the cash? - Pawned a TV, sold some stuff.
Saw you play the trumpet.
I'm guessing you pawned that too.
- You any good? - What do you think? My brother wanted me to go to music school.
Instead of getting mixed up with the thugs.
And here you are, mixed up with the thugs.
So you tracked down that Brick kid.
You think that's what your brother would've wanted? Saw him wearing that hat like it was some type of scalp.
- It wasn't right.
- I'll take care of it.
You? [SCOFFS.]
How? Wait a minute.
Where we going? Darren, this is Detective Fusco.
He's a friend.
- This guy? - Yep.
- Aw, hell, no.
- What's your problem, half-pint? You're a dirty cop all day long.
All right, look.
First you got me investigating our mutual friend now I gotta babysit this disrespectful punk? I have a day job.
Carter's gonna start asking more questions.
You leave Carter to me.
- Now, is this place safe? - Yeah, she likes to help kids.
She hates paperwork.
She takes in strays all the time.
I'm not a stray.
- He'll be safe here.
- Good.
I'll be back.
Until then, he doesn't leave your sight.
- Yo, you really gonna leave me here? - Not for long.
Gotta return a vehicle.
REESE: "Brick.
" Bad luck, you walking around wearing a dead guy's hat.
- Where'd you get it? - Found it.
- Where? - In the street.
I liked the way it fit.
Yeah, well, that hat is in the lab right now.
DNA always tells the truth.
- Better for both us if I heard it from you.
- Takes three months to get those results.
So either we're gonna get cozy in here or you can just give me my phone call now.
Phone's busted.
Budget cuts.
- You know how these things go.
- Whatever.
You can't hold me if you can't charge me.
Yeah, that's right, you've done all this before, right? Yeah, you're right about one thing.
You'll get out of here.
When I take you to your arraignment.
[CHATTERING AND CHEERING.]
[CELL PHONE RINGS.]
REESE: You trying to reach your friend Brick? Hello, Curtis.
REESE: Nice cars.
Cash in envelopes? These guys aren't street thugs, Finch.
They've got some kind of operation.
Any way to run the plates? I'm still rebuilding the drives, I had to make a hardware run.
If all goes well, we're looking at a couple hours.
REESE: Good.
I'll check with Detective Fusco.
- Is everything all right, Finch? FINCH: Just fine, Mr.
Reese.
[KNOCK ON DOOR.]
Mr.
Wren? A man is here to see you.
A Mr.
Ingram.
Of course.
Bring him in, please.
Will.
How are you? I'm well, Uncle Harold.
As are you, evidently.
- Business must be booming.
- Happily, yes.
In the insurance business the fewer bad things that happen the more money we make.
Let me tie up a few loose ends.
- Then we'll go to lunch.
- Take your time.
I almost finished sorting through dad's stuff.
Anything interesting? One or two things I'm sure he wanted you to have.
Mostly, it was boring stuff, except Except for this, which is just strange.
"Day one, the machine.
February 24th, 2005.
" - It's interesting, isn't it? - Is it? I'm looking into that period when Dad shut down operations at the company.
This was right in the middle of that.
Obviously, he was celebrating something, but what, a machine? The machine? I wouldn't know.
You know your dad.
Any excuse for champagne.
I guess you're right.
There's still one person I think of who might know.
You probably know her too.
Alicia Corwin? No, I don't think so.
Hers is the only name in any of the files during that blackout.
And she worked for the White House.
I guess they were in touch about something.
- Have you been in contact with her? - Wasn't easy.
After she quit her job at the government a year ago, after Dad died she moved to this remote town in West Virginia.
Green Bank.
- Never heard of it.
- Me neither.
Turns out it's the only place in the U.
S.
That doesn't have cell phones or wireless Internet.
Apparently, they do something to the radio telescopes.
Are you sure you're not chasing shadows? Maybe.
Except for one thing.
Remember that contract Dad signed with the government for $1? It's the next day.
February 25th, 2005.
Wow.
Well, that is something.
I'm finished here and I'm starving.
Let's get out of here.
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
FUSCO: Detective Fusco.
You're kidding me.
When? [CELL PHONE RINGS.]
- Hello, Lionel.
FUSCO: I got a call from the group home.
Darren's missing.
What do you mean? I told you to check on him.
Been checking every hour.
Why do you think they called? Kid must've walked.
Kid's got a habit of doing that.
FUSCO: For the record, this one's not my fault.
I'm too busy playing private investigator for you.
- And how's that going? FUSCO: Interesting.
Tell you when I know more.
What are we gonna do about this kid? I think I know where he might be headed.
Yo, Hops and Barley.
Looking for a couple punks.
Curtis and Trim.
You know them? - Say what? - You heard me.
Curtis and Trim.
- I'm calling them out.
- Trying to get yourself killed Scrappy-Doo? - You're beginning to wear my last nerve.
You might be scared of them, but I'm not.
- You about to get tossed, dwarf.
- Not unless you care to follow him.
Why not let the kid go? And if I don't? Boom.
Pow.
Yo, now, that was some straight-up Shaolin and Wu-Tang whoop-ass.
- What kind of fighting style is that? - You're a smart, talented kid, Darren.
You gotta promise me that you'll stop looking for these guys.
It's too dangerous for you out there.
- What's this? - It's all I got left.
I wanna hire you to help me take down those guys.
So if I'm not a cop, I'm a mercenary, is that it? No.
I figured it out.
You're a ronin.
- A ronin? - Yeah, a ronin.
It's like It's like a samurai with no master.
Technically, you should've killed yourself.
That's the code.
But instead you're out wandering the land, helping people.
So now I'm paying you to help me.
I'm not for hire.
You can't stop me going after them.
But I have a better chance with you there.
There's no way to convince you to just lie low, huh? - All right.
You can keep your money.
- No, man.
- Take it.
It makes it official.
- No.
If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it my way.
That means no killing.
This is my going rate.
All right, man.
Deal.
Look, you're working for me, I ought to know your name.
Well, you can call me Reese.
TRIM: What's he doing, man? Yo, yo, hey.
Keep your dirty ass away from my clean car.
Yo, I didn't hire you to just sit here and watch.
When are we gonna take them down? We've already started.
Step one: Observe.
The most efficient way to lose a fight is to act without knowing your enemy.
TRIM: Oh.
Pay day, old man.
- It's all there, 300.
- That's protection.
Where's the rest? Oh, come on, guys.
If the state found out I sell those tickets, I'd lose my lottery business.
Tickets? They're running numbers through local shop owners.
They take all the money.
Tax-free.
The cops know about this or they don't care? Probably giving them a cut to turn a blind eye.
TRIM: You short Andre, you lose a lot more.
- Who's Andre? - I don't know.
These cops let these guys do whatever they want.
Kill my brother, walk around like they can't be touched.
But now we know how they're making their money.
- So they just got a lot less untouchable.
DARREN: Ah.
Observe.
Tell you the truth, I've always hated observing.
Wait here.
CURTIS: You paying up or we got a problem? Hurry up, Pops.
CURTIS: Just a couple more to go, man, we'll be good.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS.]
TRIM: Oh.
Whoa, whoa! That's my car! [CELL PHONE RINGING.]
REESE [OVER PHONE.]
: That was step two, kid.
Meet me at the corner of Rutland and 52nd.
What's up, man? Where's Trim's car? Strategically stored.
Just needed to shake them up a bit.
See what comes loose.
Cool, cool.
[CELL PHONE RINGS.]
I need GPS on their cell.
FINCH: Just a minute.
I'm not in favor of your troubling arrangement with young Darren.
I'm not sure if I'm in favor of our troubling arrangement.
Especially when you disappear on mysterious business.
GPS is up, Mr.
Reese.
- Who you talking to? - Tech support.
Come on.
Hey.
You ever kill anyone? - Yes.
- Were they bad? Some.
Not all.
Some? That means your master tricked you.
Told you to kill bad people that really weren't.
Lot of ronin ended up that way.
CURTIS: Know what I think, T? I think your ride's gone, yo.
TRIM: Shut up, Curtis.
So Step three? To impose your will on your enemy, make for their weak points.
Ah.
Talking Art of War.
You read Sun Tzu? Of course, man.
All samurai know Sun Tzu.
CURTIS: Come on, man.
Just get a new car.
Call for the insurance.
What insurance? You were with me when I stole the damn thing.
Yeah, but you bought those rims.
They might replace those.
- Get your dumb ass up.
- Man, chill, man.
Go get your grandma's beater.
Meet me at Andre's.
- Big money run tonight.
- Steps four and five.
Find the boss and figure out how to hurt him.
Come on.
WOMACK: What's the story on that banger you're holding? You got a charge yet? CARTER: His name came up in a shooting, I'm just waiting for a photo packet.
We have until tomorrow to arraign him.
- I'm still collecting evidence.
- You're reaching, Carter.
If that kid's not arraigned by 5, I want you to kick him.
DARREN: Yo, Reese, there's Trim.
What's he doing back here? WILCOX: Now, remember, it's not about the superpowers.
It's about who protects you.
Who keeps you safe.
Go on home.
Damn, they got Mr.
Wilcox selling those tickets too? I'm not sure it's that simple.
You're late.
Had a little car trouble, Andre.
That's Andre? The higher up you go, the harder it gets to tell the good guys from the bad.
TRIM: Police still got Brick? - Let me worry about Brick.
What's with the beater you rolled up in? Uh, it's my grandma's.
- You gonna move half a million dollars TRIM: That's why we got it.
Switching up cars, switching up the routes.
Just to be safe.
I still smell you lying a mile away.
TRIM [OVER PHONE.]
: No, for real.
- The cops got Brick WILCOX: Don't need to worry about Brick.
All you worry about is me.
Do whatever I tell you.
Get me whatever I want.
And right now, I want my damn money.
In Brighton Beach.
Tonight.
Now, y'all mess that up, I will kill you both.
Now we know who's weak, who's in charge and how to hurt them.
What's step six, man? Well, that's the fun part.
Come on.
[HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO.]
Yo, you think Brick's gonna talk? Brick is cool.
Andre will protect him.
Andre will take care of all of us, long as we take care of him.
Yo, Trim, ain't that your ride? Found your car.
[BOTTLES CLANKING.]
[COPS CHUCKLING.]
Son of a bitch.
Wrong place to sleep it off, buddy.
CARTER: You and I need to talk.
REESE: In the middle of something, Carter.
- I heard about your little traffic accident.
What have you gotten that kid mixed up in? Don't worry, he wasn't in the car.
That boy is a minor.
You're responsible for his welfare.
You still have Brick? Yeah, Womack thinks I released him this morning.
What about that other guy you slammed into last night? REESE: He's about to debrief us on Travis McGrady's murder.
REESE: You can scream if you want.
Kiss my ass.
- Where'd you dump the gun? - What gun? The gun you used to kill Travis McGrady.
Travis who? This money is supposed to be in Brighton Beach.
Trouble is, it's here with you in Crown Heights.
Andre's gonna kill you.
Do you really think Andre would believe your story? If I were Andre, I'd assume you stole every dime.
I'd send people in to find it, then kill you.
So the only way you're gonna survive is if you come back with every last dime.
So who killed Travis McGrady? Right now, your life is worth a half a million dollars.
Twenty thousand of it up in smoke.
Where's the gun, Curtis? Fifty thousand dollars of your life up in smoke.
Andre's gonna believe me.
Let's find out.
CURTIS: What? No! Stop, stop, stop.
Where's the murder weapon? Chimney on top of my grandma's building.
It better be.
ALICIA [OVER RADIO.]
: Hello, Will.
Long time.
WILL [OVER RADIO.]
: Thanks for meeting me, Alicia.
Maybe we should go to a cafe, a bar, somewhere warm? You don't mind, I prefer it outside.
I'm so sorry I couldn't make your father's funeral.
I really wanted to be there, it was just a Difficult time for me.
He was such a lovely man.
Just wish I'd known him better.
Here.
It's why I wanted to meet you.
I found it in his things.
Wondered if you knew anything about it.
He signed a contract with the government the next day for $1.
For what, I don't know, it just said "Services.
" But I'm pretty sure it had to do with the work he was doing at IFT while they were closed.
I hope you can tell me.
Are you really sure you wanna know? Yes.
I do.
IFT was about to fail.
Your dad's investments had backfired.
His R and D had produced nothing for years.
He came to me for help.
I persuaded the government to bail him out in exchange for some of IFT's patents.
That's what this is about? A dollar for Dad's patents? I'm afraid so.
Wait, so this is about the government helping him or screwing him.
But why drink champagne? And what does it mean: "The Machine"? Crushed by The Machine? ALICIA: I suppose, yes, in a way he was.
Crushed by the machine.
Going through a divorce, his company collapsing.
Your dad was in a dark place.
I know it must be tough to think of his final days that way, but let it go, Will.
You sound like my uncle Harold.
I do? Who's he? My dad's best friend, Harold Wren? Are you sure you two never met? No.
We haven't.
I have to go.
I'm sorry I couldn't be more help.
WILCOX: My delivery was intercepted, captain.
I'm missing two couriers.
Half a million in Brighton Beach money.
I need your help.
- You're on your own.
- This was out of my control.
Force majeure is not covered by our protection.
Our associates blame you for this debacle.
- Fix it fast.
- I'll handle this right.
On my own.
I'm confident in your success.
I need something from you.
My employee Brick is being held by your people without a charge.
I need you to get him out.
Unless that's not covered by your protection.
I'll see what I can do.
How are you, detective? - That's a friend of yours? - Yeah.
- You still have that suspect in holding? - I was just about to let him go.
You should've done that hours ago.
Not a bright move.
Release the suspect now.
Thanks.
DARREN: Sorry I thought you were a cop.
REESE: Nothing wrong with cops.
Just bad ones.
That's right, look.
Something metal right there.
We got them, kid.
It's over.
I got the evidence.
My friend on the police force will be able to put Brick and his friends away.
Yeah, but what about Andre? He's still out there.
Andre didn't kill your brother.
Now you want to go after him too? Yeah.
He's just as to blame.
Then what? Hmm? Go after Andre's bosses? The corrupt cops and the politicians that let them operate? You won't be able to stop until you destroy everyone you blame for taking your brother's life.
It won't bring him back.
You'll just wind up in jail or dead.
You think that's what your brother wanted for you? [CELL PHONE RINGS.]
There you are.
REESE [OVER PHONE.]
: Anonymous tip just came in, detective.
Got you the murder weapon.
- Go ahead and charge Brick.
CARTER: That's gonna be difficult.
I just released him ten minutes ago.
- Brick's on the street? - Womack forced my hand.
He'll be able to ID Darren to Andre.
All the more reason to get that kid off the street now.
Don't worry, I'll get you the gun along with the kid.
REESE: Darren.
- What's going on? Carter, you're gonna say, "I told you so.
" REESE: Finch, Darren's run off.
Probably to go after Brick again.
This time he's got the gun they used to kill his brother.
In other words, the idea of letting a 14-year-old hire you to avenge his brother has backfired? REESE: You can lecture me later.
- I need you to bring me the bag.
- Which bag? The one labeled "Plan B.
" - Hey.
You need backup? - I don't know.
Do I? Something to do with that fish the captain made you throw back.
It might.
I got a tip.
You wanna go fishing? Yeah, sure, why not? [CHATTERING.]
That's the kid? Darren, right? Yeah, I recognize you.
We got something to talk about, right, you and me.
Wow.
Darren's in there.
Relax, Finch.
It's bean bag rounds.
Riot ammo.
I told the kid no killing.
On my signal, you're gonna cut the power to the building.
That was the signal, Finch.
That's pretty brave of you, coming in here like that.
And I get it, I do.
My man took someone from you so you here to take him from me.
So go ahead and shoot him.
He's the one that screwed up in the first place.
Even put us in this situation.
So you doing me a favor.
- Yo, Andre.
- Shut your mouth.
I see you got it in you.
Yeah, you got that conviction.
It's a hard quality to find around here.
So you go ahead and pull that trigger.
You should come work for me.
You young enough, by the time you Brick's age you'll be running these streets for me, son.
Ain't nobody gonna touch you.
You know why? Because you smarter than the rest.
Now, you made it all the way here.
Go ahead and claim that reward.
Claim it.
Come on, come on now.
I thought that might happen.
I don't blame you.
I blame the store.
Kids spending their days reading these revenge stories selling it like it's reality.
But you know the thing about comic books? They just comics.
[WILCOX GASPS.]
What the hell is that? What the hell is that? Move! Go around back.
DARREN: Yo! CARTER: N.
Y.
P.
D.
Drop your weapon.
[CARTER GRUNTS.]
[WILCOX GRUNTS.]
FUSCO: Get down, kid! Fusco? [FUSCO GROANS.]
Fusco.
You okay? Yeah, just peachy.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING.]
OFFICER: Watch your head.
FUSCO: Whatever you got to say, save it.
I can already see the ass cake when I get back.
No, man, actually, I just wanted to say thank you.
For saving my life.
You're welcome, kid.
Come on, let's go.
Get me out of here.
[FUSCO GROANS.]
Take it easy, will you? Just when I thought you were sticking around.
Manhattan, you know.
Got a little claustrophobic.
And a job's come up in Sudan.
I'll be sorry to lose you again.
That woman, I've forgotten her name.
Did she tell you what you wanted to know? Alicia Corwin.
She told me some stuff.
Don't know if it's what I wanted to know.
You know, I had Dad on a pedestal.
Loved him, hated him, but always admired him.
Hard to believe he was an ordinary guy.
Made mistakes like everybody else.
Well, whatever she told you, there's one thing you should know about him.
Any time anyone ever asked him what his proudest achievement was he always said that it was you.
Thank you.
FINCH: Take care of yourself.
WILL: Yeah.
You know, Fusco tells me they got a lead on a foster family.
I had a family.
Darren, we don't get to choose what happens to us.
Just what we do about it.
I looked into them.
They're good people.
And if they aren't? I'll take care of it.
I'm, uh, still on the clock.
I'm still working on it, but here.
This is yours.
REESE: Would you look at that.
Always wanted a sidekick.
Thanks.
Which, uh, reminds me.
I pulled some strings.
You'll be starting at that charter school.
- For the arts.
- My trumpet.
- They got drawing classes too.
- Is that right? Remember, opportunities multiply as they're seized.
Sun Tzu.
Right.
Hey, don't worry, man.
Someday you'll find a home too.
Thanks.
[KNOCK ON WINDOW.]
Come on, kid, they're waiting for you inside.
DARREN: All right, man.
What's up, Fusco? Hey, man.
I think you're gonna need a bullet in that other cheek to even out that limp.
Good to see you too.
Hi.
Come on.
He's a good kid.
- Think he'll be all right? REESE: He's a tough kid.
It's a good thing we showed up in time, you know? You're cutting it close with Carter.
She's still looking for you.
Like I said, you let me worry about Carter.
Any news on that other thing? Yeah.
He's got so many aliases I didn't even know where to start.
Oldest one I could find was a Harold Wren.
He's an underwriter for an insurance company for years.
Before that, MIT student, top of his class.
It was there where he met the kid's dad.
You know Nathan Ingram.
He's that billionaire got killed a couple years back.
Ingram.
Graduated from the same class as Wren.
Yeah.
Except I did a little more digging.
Wren was the name he used freshman year at MIT.
That name doesn't appear on any records before '76.
Which tells me that Wren was a false identity too.
This guy's spent so much time being someone else he probably doesn't know who he is anymore.
Only the paranoid survive.
You know, Lionel, you could've been a good cop if not for a few bad choices.
You got me snooping around your boss, but I make bad choices? Man has a point.