Person of Interest (2011–2016): Season 3, Episode 4 - Reasonable Doubt - full transcript
(Finch) 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.
[Bear panting]
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!
[Gunshots]
You shouldn't have done that.
[Bear barking, growling]
Aah!
[Screaming]
[Finch whistles]
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.
[Bear whines]
(Woman) Please, help me.
I've lost my husband.
I'm out on our boat,
on Long Island Sound.
(Man)
And where is your husband?
(Woman)
He was here when I fell asleep.
(Finch) 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.
[Siren chirps]
Ms. Watkins.
NYPD.
You're under arrest
for the murder of your husband,
Jeremy Watkins.
(Reese) 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.
(Vanessa) Please, help me.
I've lost my husband.
I'm out on our boat,
on Long Island Sound.
(Man)
And where is your husband?
(Vanessa)
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.
[Phone rings]
Yeah?
(Finch) 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.
(Finch) 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.
[Gun cocks]
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.
[Indistinct chatter]
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.
[Mouse clicks]
She got caught on camera
on purpose.
She has no intention
of getting on that bus.
(Finch) 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?
Nope.
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 want
to have another look.
[Laughter]
_
[Indistinct chatter]
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.
[Shutter clicks]
(Reese)
Finch, I'm sending you a photo.
Guy's first name is Reginald.
[Typing]
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.
(Carter)
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.
[Indistinct chatter]
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.
You and Ms. Shaw need
to vacate the premises.
I'll ask Detective Carter
to run interference.
You need me to take care
of someone for you,
just call me.
Thank you.
[Sirens wailing]
[Overlapping chatter]
[Tires screeching]
I want that building cleared,
floor by floor, now!
Yes, sir!
[Phone rings]
Yeah?
I've accessed
the provider system
for the cellular phone
Ms. Watkins acquired.
Cameron's already spotted her.
He's searching
the building now.
Let me save you some trouble.
I was able to turn on
the carrier phase tracking
and determine the phone's
position to within 6 inches.
She's at the southwest corner
of the roof.
The rest of you check the roof!
[Helicopter flying overhead]
Come with me.
I can help you.
No one can help me.
But I swear,
I did not kill my husband.
No!
Wait!
[Sighs]
Vanessa told me
she didn't kill her husband.
Do you think she's innocent?
I don't know.
But in that moment, I thought
she was telling the truth.
I guess the former prosecutor
doesn't trust the system, then.
Think I'd be standing here
in a uniform
if the system always worked?
Detective Cameron ordered us
to consider Vanessa
armed and dangerous.
Is Cameron HR?
I wondered the same thing,
but I asked around,
and turns out,
Jeremy Watkins had a client,
alleged murderer.
Jeremy made Cameron out to be
a racist liar on the stand.
The defendant walked,
and the prosecutor
who let Cameron
get hung out to dry?
Vanessa Watkins.
Cameron isn't HR.
Catching Vanessa and making
her pay-- it's personal.
Thanks.
Sorry.
Next time,
I'll wait in the car.
[Bear panting]
Vanessa would rather jump
off a building
than have Cameron take her in.
Bad guys always run.
As do
the so-called good guys,
when the detective pursuing them
wants them dead or alive.
I wonder, could Ms. Watkins
be a victim after all?
[Door closes, Bear whines]
[Bear whines]
Off.
Good boy.
Carter thinks
she could be innocent.
My money's still on Vanessa
killing her husband.
You want to put it to a bet?
How about 100 bucks?
We really don't wager
on whether our numbers
are victims or perpetrators.
You guys have been doing this
for how long,
and not once did you think
to bet on the outcome?
Regardless of
your rather louche take
on what we do here,
Ms. Shaw,
the question remains,
if Vanessa
didn't kill her husband,
who did, and what has that to do
with her present jeopardy?
I don't know,
but we need to find her.
[Computer beeping] _
She's disposed of the cell phone
we were tracking.
NYPD must have frozen
her accounts by now.
She'll need money.
Brick of coke she has
could help with that.
Do you think Ms. Watkins
plans to traffic cocaine?
If she does, she'll need help.
People on the run always make
the same mistake,
contact someone they know.
Vanessa was with a friend
when she was arrested.
[Typing]
Nicole Spencer.
And Nicole is hosting
a book club today,
in spite
of Vanessa's predicament.
Any of these ladies
not gonna make it?
This Mindy is a maybe.
(Shaw) Maybe means no.
I'll go as her friend.
Are you sure you'll fit in?
Of course.
I have a secret weapon.
[Doorbell rings]
I'm here for book club.
I'm Mindy's friend, Carmen.
Uh, Mindy couldn't make it
this week.
And we actually have a friend
who's going
through a rough time.
Oh, that's a shame.
I don't know what I'll do
with all this Chardonnay.
Jeremy was a pit bull in court,
but he doted on Vanessa,
gave her anything she wanted.
Who would have thought
she was so unhappy?
Wealthy, charismatic,
good looks to match?
A man like that is hard
to pin down.
Olivia, please.
[Chuckles]
Let's not make Mindy's friend
think we're just here to gossip.
Where's your powder room?
Oh.
(Finch) Do I dare ask how
the book club is going?
Bunch of pseudo-intellectual
glorified trophy wives.
Okay, so I ducked out,
logged in
to Nicole's bank account.
She is not sneaking money
to Vanessa.
Has Vanessa made contact?
Take a look.
We're up on Nicole's phone.
Doesn't appear
that Ms. Watkins
has reached out
to her best friend.
The majority of the texts I see
are from a male friend,
and they're of rather
a graphic nature.
Nicole's got a boyfriend?
Yes, named "Hot Stuff."
Oh, dear.
Nabokov faced
some unique challenges
writing so honestly
about forbidden love.
Speaking of forbidden love,
did you frame Vanessa
for Jeremy's murder
because you were sleeping
with him?
- Uh--
- Sorry.
Not Jeremy.
"Hot Stuff."
I didn't-- I--
[Gasps]
Up to me,
I'd shoot your sorry ass.
Unfortunately, it's not,
so I have to protect you,
because your best friend
might be on her way here
to kill you.
Now...
what's this book about?
(Fusco) I took another
look at Vanessa's file.
The evidence just wasn't sitting
right with me.
How so?
The GSR on Vanessa's hands.
Forensics found trace amounts
all over the deck,
but the largest concentration?
On Vanessa's cosmetics.
So either Vanessa
shot her husband
and then put on eye shadow...
Or the gunshot residue
was planted.
What's the name of the witness
who helped the police
find the gun?
Scott Rawlins.
He works at the marina where
the Watkins kept their yacht.
I'll have a talk with him.
Nice boat.
Even for people
with a place in Tuscany.
[Typing]
Who was that man
in Washington Heights,
in the suit?
Look, we're adults.
I don't have to know everything
about you,
you don't have to know
everything about me.
Well, I think it's good
you're moving on.
Excuse me?
From Beecher.
Good for you for seeing
someone new.
Yeah.
Thanks.
I got a fiancee myself.
Course, she'd rather elope.
Well, me,
I want the blow-out party,
all my friends
and family there.
Your fiancee,
she from a big family?
No, she's not real close
to her folks.
Probably why she doesn't want
the big party.
Huh.
Thanks, Carter.
No problem.
Did you talk
to your contact at Interpol?
The yacht
the Watkins owned--
valued at 5 mil, but get this.
It's leveraged to the hilt
and about to be repossessed
by the lender,
a shell corporation that belongs
to a mobster.
Jeremy Watkins owed
a mobster $5 million?
At least.
All of Jeremy's accounts
were in the red,
except for one,
a charity by the name
of "Innocence Now."
(Finch) Where is this
account based, Detective?
(Fusco) Greenwich, Connecticut.
I guess I'm going to Greenwich.
If you wouldn't mind.
I'm sure Ms. Shaw has had
enough Chardonnay and Nabokov
for one afternoon.
I'll have her join you.
Mr. Reese, Jeremy Watkins
was deeply in debt
to an organized crime
affiliate.
It's entirely possible
that they killed Jeremy.
If they knew
he would never pay,
they could have killed him
to send a message to Vanessa.
Yes, "Pay up or else!"
Ms. Watkins
is beginning to look
more and more like a victim,
although I can't explain
why a victim would procure
such a large amount of cocaine.
I think I can.
I just found the witness
against Vanessa.
[Typing]
(Finch) Scott Rawlins.
Perhaps he dumped
the gun that killed Jeremy.
Were you able to ask him
about the planted evidence?
No, because someone just planted
evidence on him.
[Camera clicks]
Finch, the cops just arrested
Scott Rawlins for possession
with intent to sell.
Had a brick of cocaine
identical
to the one
Reginald gave Vanessa.
She planted drugs on the witness
against her to discredit him.
Exactly what I would have done.
In that case,
I still can't speak
to whether she's a victim
or a perpetrator.
But Vanessa can.
She stuck around to admire
her own work.
[Car alarm chirping]
[Alarm chirps]
Frame a man up,
then steal his car to get away.
You're good, Vanessa.
We need to talk.
I just spoke to Mr. Reese.
They're 15 minutes away.
Are you sure
this is a good idea?
It seems to me,
the best way to start
would be to ascertain
Ms. Watkins'
guilt or innocence in the death
of her husband.
From there, we can attempt
to figure out
the current situation.
Ms. Shaw were here,
she'd be willing to wager
double or nothing
that Vanessa's the threat.
So Vanessa's guilty,
we turn her over
to a corrupt cop
who might be trying to kill her?
And if she's innocent,
we let her go free,
at which point, she may still
be trying to kill somebody.
We need to figure out
which flawed plan is best.
I can help with that.
[Panting]
Oh!
What the hell is going on?
Who are you people?
As of this moment,
Ms. Watkins,
we are your judge and jury.
You're here to make
your argument.
I can name at least three
felonies you're committing.
Kidnapping,
unlawful imprisonment, coercion!
Why should I make
my argument to you?
Because if we decide
that you're innocent
of your husband's murder,
we can provide you
with an alternate identity
and a fresh start
in a new city.
If you're guilty,
we turn you over to the NYPD.
[Sighs]
I remember you.
You worked Homicide.
NYPD is full of dirty cops.
Don't have to tell me that.
But I don't think
you're one of them.
[Sighs]
So this trial
you want to have...
I'm game.
Surveillance footage
clocked our fugitive
getting into this SUV
approximately 80 minutes ago.
She's got a friend, male.
Appears to be wearing a suit.
Plate readers are on the lookout
for the car.
Set up a perimeter
around the marina.
Close off the bridges.
Find anyone who's seen them,
talked to them,
thought about them, now!
Your husband's blood
on the deck,
GSR on your hands--
And on my cosmetics.
You read the police report.
I swiped a copy
from Cameron's desk
on my way out of the station.
Wouldn't you?
Probably.
My husband wasn't murdered.
He drowned.
Someone planted that evidence
and framed me.
Prove it.
I'm the Defense.
Burden of proof lies with you.
You can object.
Fine, I object.
Overruled.
[Sighs]
I found this
in Scott Rawlins' locker.
When you planted the drugs?
Yes.
$50,000.
A marina guard
doesn't make that in a year.
Someone paid him
to plant the evidence,
tell the police
where to find that gun.
The same person
who is framing me.
You have no chain of custody
for that money.
It could have come
from anywhere.
Wh--
You used to put bad guys away.
Then you married
a defense attorney,
one notorious
for helping murderers walk.
Why'd you switch sides
like that?
Was it the money?
[Sighs]
My first murder trial,
I was a wreck.
Rehearsing every night
in the mirror,
picturing the jury
in their underwear,
all the old tricks.
I was winning...
until the defendant hired
new counsel.
Jeremy.
He trounced me.
[Chuckles]
But he was kind afterwards.
Told me I had grit.
He wouldn't have let Cameron
hunt me down like this.
Jeremy would have protected me.
He wasn't protecting you
when he ran up
all that debt to a mobster.
But now that he's dead,
that life insurance policy
will wipe out all his debt,
and you'll finally be
in the black.
Jeremy and I
had a living trust.
That agreement stipulates that
if he died
under suspicious circumstances,
I wouldn't see a penny,
and I won't.
Everything is going
to our charity.
Innocence Now.
Are you a cosigner
on that account, Ms. Watkins?
I might be.
I-I don't know.
Jeremy took care
of all the paperwork.
If Jeremy took care
of all the paperwork,
how did you know
about the debt?
[Sighs] I found
a threatening note on my car,
a few nights
before Jeremy died.
We were supposed to be having
a romantic dinner,
but I confronted Jeremy
on the yacht.
We argued.
I went below deck
to just clear my head.
When I came back up,
Jeremy was gone.
The last thing I said
to my husband was
I was sorry
that we ever got married.
[Cries]
But I didn't mean it,
and I didn't kill him.
You have to believe me.
_
Uh, what was
the account name again?
Innocence Now.
[Mutters]
[Computer beeps]
Oh.
That's not my password,
now is it?
[Sighs]
[Phone rings]
Yeah.
Detective, would you be able
to tell me if Ms. Watkins
is a cosigner
on the Innocence Now account?
Not yet.
They do things a little slow
here in Greenwich.
Oh, that's not good.
The little wheel's spinning.
I'll just, uh, restart.
I gotta go.
Even for you, stabbing
a senior would be a new low.
- You don't know that.
- Oh, uh...
the Innocence Now account
had a balance
of just over $20 million
yesterday,
but it was transferred into an
external account this morning,
by the cosigner.
You got a copy
of this cosigner's ID?
Your husband was having
an affair.
Even without the money,
you had motive.
In most cases,
I'd agree with you.
Why not in this one?
Because I had an affair too.
Ms. Watkins, we found
no evidence that would confirm
that statement.
I have a second email.
[Sighs]
His name was Colin.
He was a doctor.
[Typing]
But I-I broke it off
with him.
Email correspondence appears
to corroborate your story.
[Sighs]
Jeremy and I were struggling
this past year.
He was busy with work,
he had a purpose,
and I was lost.
I wasn't the person he married.
I knew he'd found...
other women,
but enough was enough.
I-I broke it off
with the doctor.
Jeremy swore he was through
with his indiscretions.
We-- we were on the yacht
to rekindle our relationship.
So you thought
one romantic dinner
on a yacht would fix
your problems?
No, but...
[Scoffs]
we had to start somewhere.
Look me in the eye,
and tell me you loved him.
Tell me you didn't want
to tear his face off.
Do I look angry to you?
I loved Jeremy.
I still do.
Even though he was having
an affair with your best friend?
He-- What?
Even I might consider that
justifiable homicide.
I-I don't understand.
I--
Nicole would never do that.
Jeremy would never do that.
I'm sorry, Vanessa, but he did.
[Siren wails]
Plate readers caught
the 10-16.
Give me a ten-block radius.
Show any potential witness
the BOLOs.
We found the vehicle,
let's find the suspects, now!
(Woman) All units, all units.
Suspect vehicle found
at 58th and 8th.
They found the car.
We need to decide what to do
with Ms. Watkins, soon.
The evidence against her
was planted.
She dismissed
any financial motive.
And Nicole and Jeremy's affair
was news to her.
I don't think
she killed her husband.
I'm inclined to agree.
Reasonable doubt
in this case abounds.
Should we put it
to a final vote?
[Phone rings]
Go ahead.
Innocence Now account
was cleaned out this morning.
By Vanessa?
No, the cosigner, Henry Shain.
We're sending a photo now.
Henry Shain is Jeremy Watkins.
Vanessa didn't kill Jeremy.
Because Jeremy is still alive.
How can Jeremy be alive?
I saw his body in the water!
It's easy to make
that mistake at night.
He faked his death.
He... framed me.
Despite the unfortunate
circumstances,
it does prove your innocence,
but you're also
the only person standing
between your husband
and his new life.
I could put Jeremy behind bars.
You're a loose end,
and we believe Jeremy
might come after you next.
We need to get you out of town.
[Radio static]
All units, proceed
to the southeast corner
of 56th and 6th.
They're entering the building.
NYPD! Open up!
Vanessa, time to go.
Come on.
[All gasping, screaming]
Hands up!
Nobody move!
Yo, keep 'em up.
What the hell?
Who gave us this intel?
Someone called in a tip.
A Mr. Swan.
10-2,
report back to base, now.
Any idea how the police ended up
on the wrong side of town?
Ms. Morgan gave me
a tip regarding
an underground gambling ring.
I just wanted to make sure
the police discovered
and stopped it.
So you left the SUV they were
looking for near the building.
Of course I didn't.
Mr. Reese
took care of that.
I was merely doing
my civic duty.
[Chuckles]
Are you okay?
I don't know.
You're leaving
your life behind.
That's a scary thing.
Have you ever had to start over
because someone was trying
to kill you?
You could say that.
Come here.
Jeremy wants me dead.
He'll find me.
Vanessa, you're smart.
You're strong.
If I were Jeremy, I'd know
better than to come after you.
I don't know
if I'll ever feel safe.
All right.
Maybe this will help.
It's loaded.
Thank you.
For everything.
You're welcome.
Your, um, bus leaves soon.
Yeah.
Don't want to miss it.
I appreciate
you letting me eavesdrop.
No problem.
My lunch hour is over, though.
Better get back before Cameron
turns the troops... on me.
Something wrong, Detective?
Most people think that sweaty
palms or an increased heart rate
are the only involuntary
responses your body gives
when you lie.
They would be wrong.
Her husband tried to frame her
for his murder.
Can't blame her
for being angry.
Except she tore that picture
before she knew
he was still alive
and before she knew
about the affair with Nicole,
when she told me she loved him.
Maybe she did love him.
I've taken the liberty of
revisiting the H-Said database.
Henry Shain didn't obtain
his own passport
to leave the country.
His wife did it for him,
and she procured one
for herself too.
Jeremy wasn't the only one
with a false passport.
Vanessa made that SOS call
to the Coast Guard.
She helped Jeremy
fake his death.
Vanessa's been in on the plot
from the beginning.
She and Jeremy planned
to empty out the accounts
of their so-called charity
and run away with the spoils.
Until he double-crossed her
and framed her
for his own murder.
Jeremy deceived Vanessa,
and Vanessa deceived us.
[Dialing]
Mr. Reese,
Vanessa was lying
when she said
she loved her husband.
She helped him fake his death.
Are you still with her?
She's boarding her bus.
Are you sure?
Vanessa's not on the bus, Finch.
She's gone.
She knows her husband
is still alive
and that he framed her
for his murder.
She despises him.
She's gonna kill him.
Vanessa's been the perpetrator
all along.
She's been plotting
her husband's murder
since he framed her.
Which means her crime
is premeditated.
- And I gave her a weapon.
- You what?
Seemed like a good idea
at the time.
We find Jeremy, we find her.
He needs to get
out of New York.
I know one mode
of transportation
no one's checking.
Anything to report?
I think my new partner
is starting to trust me.
And I saw her boyfriend.
Maybe you know him.
Nicole, I'm home!
Expecting someone else?
No, no, no, I just, um--
Hey, what took you so long?
You were supposed
to meet me yesterday.
But today's better.
Cops just released
the crime scene.
We are free to go.
You duplicitous son of a bitch.
This is all a misunderstanding.
I mean, you know
I still love you, right, angel?
Now, come on.
We can make this work.
Get out of New York.
Ditch the boat.
Make a new life.
(Reese)
Hard to save your marriage
after you frame
your wife for murder.
Who the hell are you?
A concerned third party.
[Laughs]
Well, so happy that you
found someone else, angel.
Truly.
Good for you.
He's not my "someone else."
He's just someone
I can't get rid of.
Oh, come on, we both knew that
our marriage was just
a contract.
Not to me it wasn't.
I thought you meant it when you
told me we could disappear,
get out from under the debt,
make a new home,
make a new life for us.
Just us.
I helped you fake your death,
swore to the Coast Guard
I'd seen your body disappear
so they could declare you dead,
just like we planned.
Until you framed me
and robbed our charity.
To what?
Run off with Nicole?
Maybe you're right, that
our marriage is just a contract,
but if that's true, you owe me.
Well, look at you.
So angry, bitter.
And you used to be so beautiful.
[Gun cocks]
You led the police to believe
I shot you on a yacht,
then threw your body overboard.
Who can blame me for doing what
everyone says I already did?
Do something.
You framed your own wife
for murder.
You deceived me
to kill your own husband.
I'm in the business of stopping
bad things from happening.
I'm not so sure what's
about to happen is a bad thing.
Mr. Reese,
how's Ms. Watkins?
Don't know.
But you might want to call
the Coast Guard.
And you owe Shaw 100 bucks.
[Gunshots]
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.
[Bear panting]
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!
[Gunshots]
You shouldn't have done that.
[Bear barking, growling]
Aah!
[Screaming]
[Finch whistles]
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.
[Bear whines]
(Woman) Please, help me.
I've lost my husband.
I'm out on our boat,
on Long Island Sound.
(Man)
And where is your husband?
(Woman)
He was here when I fell asleep.
(Finch) 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.
[Siren chirps]
Ms. Watkins.
NYPD.
You're under arrest
for the murder of your husband,
Jeremy Watkins.
(Reese) 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.
(Vanessa) Please, help me.
I've lost my husband.
I'm out on our boat,
on Long Island Sound.
(Man)
And where is your husband?
(Vanessa)
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.
[Phone rings]
Yeah?
(Finch) 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.
(Finch) 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.
[Gun cocks]
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.
[Indistinct chatter]
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.
[Mouse clicks]
She got caught on camera
on purpose.
She has no intention
of getting on that bus.
(Finch) 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?
Nope.
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 want
to have another look.
[Laughter]
_
[Indistinct chatter]
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.
[Shutter clicks]
(Reese)
Finch, I'm sending you a photo.
Guy's first name is Reginald.
[Typing]
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.
(Carter)
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.
[Indistinct chatter]
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.
You and Ms. Shaw need
to vacate the premises.
I'll ask Detective Carter
to run interference.
You need me to take care
of someone for you,
just call me.
Thank you.
[Sirens wailing]
[Overlapping chatter]
[Tires screeching]
I want that building cleared,
floor by floor, now!
Yes, sir!
[Phone rings]
Yeah?
I've accessed
the provider system
for the cellular phone
Ms. Watkins acquired.
Cameron's already spotted her.
He's searching
the building now.
Let me save you some trouble.
I was able to turn on
the carrier phase tracking
and determine the phone's
position to within 6 inches.
She's at the southwest corner
of the roof.
The rest of you check the roof!
[Helicopter flying overhead]
Come with me.
I can help you.
No one can help me.
But I swear,
I did not kill my husband.
No!
Wait!
[Sighs]
Vanessa told me
she didn't kill her husband.
Do you think she's innocent?
I don't know.
But in that moment, I thought
she was telling the truth.
I guess the former prosecutor
doesn't trust the system, then.
Think I'd be standing here
in a uniform
if the system always worked?
Detective Cameron ordered us
to consider Vanessa
armed and dangerous.
Is Cameron HR?
I wondered the same thing,
but I asked around,
and turns out,
Jeremy Watkins had a client,
alleged murderer.
Jeremy made Cameron out to be
a racist liar on the stand.
The defendant walked,
and the prosecutor
who let Cameron
get hung out to dry?
Vanessa Watkins.
Cameron isn't HR.
Catching Vanessa and making
her pay-- it's personal.
Thanks.
Sorry.
Next time,
I'll wait in the car.
[Bear panting]
Vanessa would rather jump
off a building
than have Cameron take her in.
Bad guys always run.
As do
the so-called good guys,
when the detective pursuing them
wants them dead or alive.
I wonder, could Ms. Watkins
be a victim after all?
[Door closes, Bear whines]
[Bear whines]
Off.
Good boy.
Carter thinks
she could be innocent.
My money's still on Vanessa
killing her husband.
You want to put it to a bet?
How about 100 bucks?
We really don't wager
on whether our numbers
are victims or perpetrators.
You guys have been doing this
for how long,
and not once did you think
to bet on the outcome?
Regardless of
your rather louche take
on what we do here,
Ms. Shaw,
the question remains,
if Vanessa
didn't kill her husband,
who did, and what has that to do
with her present jeopardy?
I don't know,
but we need to find her.
[Computer beeping] _
She's disposed of the cell phone
we were tracking.
NYPD must have frozen
her accounts by now.
She'll need money.
Brick of coke she has
could help with that.
Do you think Ms. Watkins
plans to traffic cocaine?
If she does, she'll need help.
People on the run always make
the same mistake,
contact someone they know.
Vanessa was with a friend
when she was arrested.
[Typing]
Nicole Spencer.
And Nicole is hosting
a book club today,
in spite
of Vanessa's predicament.
Any of these ladies
not gonna make it?
This Mindy is a maybe.
(Shaw) Maybe means no.
I'll go as her friend.
Are you sure you'll fit in?
Of course.
I have a secret weapon.
[Doorbell rings]
I'm here for book club.
I'm Mindy's friend, Carmen.
Uh, Mindy couldn't make it
this week.
And we actually have a friend
who's going
through a rough time.
Oh, that's a shame.
I don't know what I'll do
with all this Chardonnay.
Jeremy was a pit bull in court,
but he doted on Vanessa,
gave her anything she wanted.
Who would have thought
she was so unhappy?
Wealthy, charismatic,
good looks to match?
A man like that is hard
to pin down.
Olivia, please.
[Chuckles]
Let's not make Mindy's friend
think we're just here to gossip.
Where's your powder room?
Oh.
(Finch) Do I dare ask how
the book club is going?
Bunch of pseudo-intellectual
glorified trophy wives.
Okay, so I ducked out,
logged in
to Nicole's bank account.
She is not sneaking money
to Vanessa.
Has Vanessa made contact?
Take a look.
We're up on Nicole's phone.
Doesn't appear
that Ms. Watkins
has reached out
to her best friend.
The majority of the texts I see
are from a male friend,
and they're of rather
a graphic nature.
Nicole's got a boyfriend?
Yes, named "Hot Stuff."
Oh, dear.
Nabokov faced
some unique challenges
writing so honestly
about forbidden love.
Speaking of forbidden love,
did you frame Vanessa
for Jeremy's murder
because you were sleeping
with him?
- Uh--
- Sorry.
Not Jeremy.
"Hot Stuff."
I didn't-- I--
[Gasps]
Up to me,
I'd shoot your sorry ass.
Unfortunately, it's not,
so I have to protect you,
because your best friend
might be on her way here
to kill you.
Now...
what's this book about?
(Fusco) I took another
look at Vanessa's file.
The evidence just wasn't sitting
right with me.
How so?
The GSR on Vanessa's hands.
Forensics found trace amounts
all over the deck,
but the largest concentration?
On Vanessa's cosmetics.
So either Vanessa
shot her husband
and then put on eye shadow...
Or the gunshot residue
was planted.
What's the name of the witness
who helped the police
find the gun?
Scott Rawlins.
He works at the marina where
the Watkins kept their yacht.
I'll have a talk with him.
Nice boat.
Even for people
with a place in Tuscany.
[Typing]
Who was that man
in Washington Heights,
in the suit?
Look, we're adults.
I don't have to know everything
about you,
you don't have to know
everything about me.
Well, I think it's good
you're moving on.
Excuse me?
From Beecher.
Good for you for seeing
someone new.
Yeah.
Thanks.
I got a fiancee myself.
Course, she'd rather elope.
Well, me,
I want the blow-out party,
all my friends
and family there.
Your fiancee,
she from a big family?
No, she's not real close
to her folks.
Probably why she doesn't want
the big party.
Huh.
Thanks, Carter.
No problem.
Did you talk
to your contact at Interpol?
The yacht
the Watkins owned--
valued at 5 mil, but get this.
It's leveraged to the hilt
and about to be repossessed
by the lender,
a shell corporation that belongs
to a mobster.
Jeremy Watkins owed
a mobster $5 million?
At least.
All of Jeremy's accounts
were in the red,
except for one,
a charity by the name
of "Innocence Now."
(Finch) Where is this
account based, Detective?
(Fusco) Greenwich, Connecticut.
I guess I'm going to Greenwich.
If you wouldn't mind.
I'm sure Ms. Shaw has had
enough Chardonnay and Nabokov
for one afternoon.
I'll have her join you.
Mr. Reese, Jeremy Watkins
was deeply in debt
to an organized crime
affiliate.
It's entirely possible
that they killed Jeremy.
If they knew
he would never pay,
they could have killed him
to send a message to Vanessa.
Yes, "Pay up or else!"
Ms. Watkins
is beginning to look
more and more like a victim,
although I can't explain
why a victim would procure
such a large amount of cocaine.
I think I can.
I just found the witness
against Vanessa.
[Typing]
(Finch) Scott Rawlins.
Perhaps he dumped
the gun that killed Jeremy.
Were you able to ask him
about the planted evidence?
No, because someone just planted
evidence on him.
[Camera clicks]
Finch, the cops just arrested
Scott Rawlins for possession
with intent to sell.
Had a brick of cocaine
identical
to the one
Reginald gave Vanessa.
She planted drugs on the witness
against her to discredit him.
Exactly what I would have done.
In that case,
I still can't speak
to whether she's a victim
or a perpetrator.
But Vanessa can.
She stuck around to admire
her own work.
[Car alarm chirping]
[Alarm chirps]
Frame a man up,
then steal his car to get away.
You're good, Vanessa.
We need to talk.
I just spoke to Mr. Reese.
They're 15 minutes away.
Are you sure
this is a good idea?
It seems to me,
the best way to start
would be to ascertain
Ms. Watkins'
guilt or innocence in the death
of her husband.
From there, we can attempt
to figure out
the current situation.
Ms. Shaw were here,
she'd be willing to wager
double or nothing
that Vanessa's the threat.
So Vanessa's guilty,
we turn her over
to a corrupt cop
who might be trying to kill her?
And if she's innocent,
we let her go free,
at which point, she may still
be trying to kill somebody.
We need to figure out
which flawed plan is best.
I can help with that.
[Panting]
Oh!
What the hell is going on?
Who are you people?
As of this moment,
Ms. Watkins,
we are your judge and jury.
You're here to make
your argument.
I can name at least three
felonies you're committing.
Kidnapping,
unlawful imprisonment, coercion!
Why should I make
my argument to you?
Because if we decide
that you're innocent
of your husband's murder,
we can provide you
with an alternate identity
and a fresh start
in a new city.
If you're guilty,
we turn you over to the NYPD.
[Sighs]
I remember you.
You worked Homicide.
NYPD is full of dirty cops.
Don't have to tell me that.
But I don't think
you're one of them.
[Sighs]
So this trial
you want to have...
I'm game.
Surveillance footage
clocked our fugitive
getting into this SUV
approximately 80 minutes ago.
She's got a friend, male.
Appears to be wearing a suit.
Plate readers are on the lookout
for the car.
Set up a perimeter
around the marina.
Close off the bridges.
Find anyone who's seen them,
talked to them,
thought about them, now!
Your husband's blood
on the deck,
GSR on your hands--
And on my cosmetics.
You read the police report.
I swiped a copy
from Cameron's desk
on my way out of the station.
Wouldn't you?
Probably.
My husband wasn't murdered.
He drowned.
Someone planted that evidence
and framed me.
Prove it.
I'm the Defense.
Burden of proof lies with you.
You can object.
Fine, I object.
Overruled.
[Sighs]
I found this
in Scott Rawlins' locker.
When you planted the drugs?
Yes.
$50,000.
A marina guard
doesn't make that in a year.
Someone paid him
to plant the evidence,
tell the police
where to find that gun.
The same person
who is framing me.
You have no chain of custody
for that money.
It could have come
from anywhere.
Wh--
You used to put bad guys away.
Then you married
a defense attorney,
one notorious
for helping murderers walk.
Why'd you switch sides
like that?
Was it the money?
[Sighs]
My first murder trial,
I was a wreck.
Rehearsing every night
in the mirror,
picturing the jury
in their underwear,
all the old tricks.
I was winning...
until the defendant hired
new counsel.
Jeremy.
He trounced me.
[Chuckles]
But he was kind afterwards.
Told me I had grit.
He wouldn't have let Cameron
hunt me down like this.
Jeremy would have protected me.
He wasn't protecting you
when he ran up
all that debt to a mobster.
But now that he's dead,
that life insurance policy
will wipe out all his debt,
and you'll finally be
in the black.
Jeremy and I
had a living trust.
That agreement stipulates that
if he died
under suspicious circumstances,
I wouldn't see a penny,
and I won't.
Everything is going
to our charity.
Innocence Now.
Are you a cosigner
on that account, Ms. Watkins?
I might be.
I-I don't know.
Jeremy took care
of all the paperwork.
If Jeremy took care
of all the paperwork,
how did you know
about the debt?
[Sighs] I found
a threatening note on my car,
a few nights
before Jeremy died.
We were supposed to be having
a romantic dinner,
but I confronted Jeremy
on the yacht.
We argued.
I went below deck
to just clear my head.
When I came back up,
Jeremy was gone.
The last thing I said
to my husband was
I was sorry
that we ever got married.
[Cries]
But I didn't mean it,
and I didn't kill him.
You have to believe me.
_
Uh, what was
the account name again?
Innocence Now.
[Mutters]
[Computer beeps]
Oh.
That's not my password,
now is it?
[Sighs]
[Phone rings]
Yeah.
Detective, would you be able
to tell me if Ms. Watkins
is a cosigner
on the Innocence Now account?
Not yet.
They do things a little slow
here in Greenwich.
Oh, that's not good.
The little wheel's spinning.
I'll just, uh, restart.
I gotta go.
Even for you, stabbing
a senior would be a new low.
- You don't know that.
- Oh, uh...
the Innocence Now account
had a balance
of just over $20 million
yesterday,
but it was transferred into an
external account this morning,
by the cosigner.
You got a copy
of this cosigner's ID?
Your husband was having
an affair.
Even without the money,
you had motive.
In most cases,
I'd agree with you.
Why not in this one?
Because I had an affair too.
Ms. Watkins, we found
no evidence that would confirm
that statement.
I have a second email.
[Sighs]
His name was Colin.
He was a doctor.
[Typing]
But I-I broke it off
with him.
Email correspondence appears
to corroborate your story.
[Sighs]
Jeremy and I were struggling
this past year.
He was busy with work,
he had a purpose,
and I was lost.
I wasn't the person he married.
I knew he'd found...
other women,
but enough was enough.
I-I broke it off
with the doctor.
Jeremy swore he was through
with his indiscretions.
We-- we were on the yacht
to rekindle our relationship.
So you thought
one romantic dinner
on a yacht would fix
your problems?
No, but...
[Scoffs]
we had to start somewhere.
Look me in the eye,
and tell me you loved him.
Tell me you didn't want
to tear his face off.
Do I look angry to you?
I loved Jeremy.
I still do.
Even though he was having
an affair with your best friend?
He-- What?
Even I might consider that
justifiable homicide.
I-I don't understand.
I--
Nicole would never do that.
Jeremy would never do that.
I'm sorry, Vanessa, but he did.
[Siren wails]
Plate readers caught
the 10-16.
Give me a ten-block radius.
Show any potential witness
the BOLOs.
We found the vehicle,
let's find the suspects, now!
(Woman) All units, all units.
Suspect vehicle found
at 58th and 8th.
They found the car.
We need to decide what to do
with Ms. Watkins, soon.
The evidence against her
was planted.
She dismissed
any financial motive.
And Nicole and Jeremy's affair
was news to her.
I don't think
she killed her husband.
I'm inclined to agree.
Reasonable doubt
in this case abounds.
Should we put it
to a final vote?
[Phone rings]
Go ahead.
Innocence Now account
was cleaned out this morning.
By Vanessa?
No, the cosigner, Henry Shain.
We're sending a photo now.
Henry Shain is Jeremy Watkins.
Vanessa didn't kill Jeremy.
Because Jeremy is still alive.
How can Jeremy be alive?
I saw his body in the water!
It's easy to make
that mistake at night.
He faked his death.
He... framed me.
Despite the unfortunate
circumstances,
it does prove your innocence,
but you're also
the only person standing
between your husband
and his new life.
I could put Jeremy behind bars.
You're a loose end,
and we believe Jeremy
might come after you next.
We need to get you out of town.
[Radio static]
All units, proceed
to the southeast corner
of 56th and 6th.
They're entering the building.
NYPD! Open up!
Vanessa, time to go.
Come on.
[All gasping, screaming]
Hands up!
Nobody move!
Yo, keep 'em up.
What the hell?
Who gave us this intel?
Someone called in a tip.
A Mr. Swan.
10-2,
report back to base, now.
Any idea how the police ended up
on the wrong side of town?
Ms. Morgan gave me
a tip regarding
an underground gambling ring.
I just wanted to make sure
the police discovered
and stopped it.
So you left the SUV they were
looking for near the building.
Of course I didn't.
Mr. Reese
took care of that.
I was merely doing
my civic duty.
[Chuckles]
Are you okay?
I don't know.
You're leaving
your life behind.
That's a scary thing.
Have you ever had to start over
because someone was trying
to kill you?
You could say that.
Come here.
Jeremy wants me dead.
He'll find me.
Vanessa, you're smart.
You're strong.
If I were Jeremy, I'd know
better than to come after you.
I don't know
if I'll ever feel safe.
All right.
Maybe this will help.
It's loaded.
Thank you.
For everything.
You're welcome.
Your, um, bus leaves soon.
Yeah.
Don't want to miss it.
I appreciate
you letting me eavesdrop.
No problem.
My lunch hour is over, though.
Better get back before Cameron
turns the troops... on me.
Something wrong, Detective?
Most people think that sweaty
palms or an increased heart rate
are the only involuntary
responses your body gives
when you lie.
They would be wrong.
Her husband tried to frame her
for his murder.
Can't blame her
for being angry.
Except she tore that picture
before she knew
he was still alive
and before she knew
about the affair with Nicole,
when she told me she loved him.
Maybe she did love him.
I've taken the liberty of
revisiting the H-Said database.
Henry Shain didn't obtain
his own passport
to leave the country.
His wife did it for him,
and she procured one
for herself too.
Jeremy wasn't the only one
with a false passport.
Vanessa made that SOS call
to the Coast Guard.
She helped Jeremy
fake his death.
Vanessa's been in on the plot
from the beginning.
She and Jeremy planned
to empty out the accounts
of their so-called charity
and run away with the spoils.
Until he double-crossed her
and framed her
for his own murder.
Jeremy deceived Vanessa,
and Vanessa deceived us.
[Dialing]
Mr. Reese,
Vanessa was lying
when she said
she loved her husband.
She helped him fake his death.
Are you still with her?
She's boarding her bus.
Are you sure?
Vanessa's not on the bus, Finch.
She's gone.
She knows her husband
is still alive
and that he framed her
for his murder.
She despises him.
She's gonna kill him.
Vanessa's been the perpetrator
all along.
She's been plotting
her husband's murder
since he framed her.
Which means her crime
is premeditated.
- And I gave her a weapon.
- You what?
Seemed like a good idea
at the time.
We find Jeremy, we find her.
He needs to get
out of New York.
I know one mode
of transportation
no one's checking.
Anything to report?
I think my new partner
is starting to trust me.
And I saw her boyfriend.
Maybe you know him.
Nicole, I'm home!
Expecting someone else?
No, no, no, I just, um--
Hey, what took you so long?
You were supposed
to meet me yesterday.
But today's better.
Cops just released
the crime scene.
We are free to go.
You duplicitous son of a bitch.
This is all a misunderstanding.
I mean, you know
I still love you, right, angel?
Now, come on.
We can make this work.
Get out of New York.
Ditch the boat.
Make a new life.
(Reese)
Hard to save your marriage
after you frame
your wife for murder.
Who the hell are you?
A concerned third party.
[Laughs]
Well, so happy that you
found someone else, angel.
Truly.
Good for you.
He's not my "someone else."
He's just someone
I can't get rid of.
Oh, come on, we both knew that
our marriage was just
a contract.
Not to me it wasn't.
I thought you meant it when you
told me we could disappear,
get out from under the debt,
make a new home,
make a new life for us.
Just us.
I helped you fake your death,
swore to the Coast Guard
I'd seen your body disappear
so they could declare you dead,
just like we planned.
Until you framed me
and robbed our charity.
To what?
Run off with Nicole?
Maybe you're right, that
our marriage is just a contract,
but if that's true, you owe me.
Well, look at you.
So angry, bitter.
And you used to be so beautiful.
[Gun cocks]
You led the police to believe
I shot you on a yacht,
then threw your body overboard.
Who can blame me for doing what
everyone says I already did?
Do something.
You framed your own wife
for murder.
You deceived me
to kill your own husband.
I'm in the business of stopping
bad things from happening.
I'm not so sure what's
about to happen is a bad thing.
Mr. Reese,
how's Ms. Watkins?
Don't know.
But you might want to call
the Coast Guard.
And you owe Shaw 100 bucks.
[Gunshots]