Love is in the air! Not only were this week's only flashbacks to the budding romance between Finch and his his great lost love Grace, but it's also looking like there's romance brewing for both Carter and Fusco (not with each other, however).
Being an expert on network television, I can safely say at least one of these burgeoning relationships will end in tragedy ("caught in bomb blast" is currently at 5/2). Or perhaps they'll merely succumb to the ennui that dooms so many love affairs. As Carter says, "Being in love is one thing, being married ... whole different animal."
I eagerly await the CBS spinoff: Mad About Fusco.
We start the show in 2006, the year a young Hannah Montana taught us all to love again, Finch (Michael Emerson) and Grace Hendricks (Carrie Preston) are on their first date, talking about de Chirico and painting and a shared love of Italy. "It was worth the wait," Finch says about visiting the country, but we know he's talking about finally hanging out with the woman he's been stalking all this time.
Back in the present day, Finch and Bear are going walkies past her house. I guess it's more like "stalkies." But no time for that, there's a new Number of the Week. Scratch that, *two* numbers: Sabrina & Daniel Drake (Francie Swift and Mark Pellegrino), co-CEOs of a local publishing house. They're pretty rich for people still in print, but have also raised the ire of the Maryland Militia after putting out an expose of their leader, one Wade Huggins.
Wait a minute, *Maryland* has a militia? What are their demands? A non-shitty quarterback for the Ravens?
Anyway, Huggins has made threats, so Reese (Jim Caviezel) is going to shadow the couple while Finch checks out their house. Reese congratulates Finch on his B&E skills, to which Finch replies, "Thank you for appreciating my descent into deviant behavior." Oh you two.
The Drakes are agigtated about someone named "Henry." Reese reconnoiters, overhearing that Henry (Brooks, who own 5% of the company) wants the Drakes to sell. He seems a likely suspect, but I've already figured this out: Daniel is played by Mark Pellegrino, who played Lucifer in Supernatural, so obviously some unholy murder-suicide is about to go down.
Anyway. Finch and Reese split up, Finch follows Daniel to a meeting and Reese thwarts an attempt to blow up Sabrina's car. And the same cell phone that called the detonator on the bomb ... just called Daniel! Daniel's trying to kill his own wife! I love it when I'm right.
Then again, Sabrina's kind of a pain in the ass. "I went to Yale, you went to Northwestern?" That's dirty pool.
Sabrina's shares in the company go to Daniel if she dies, so it's a safe bet he'll try again. Finch and Reese track the would-be hitman (Santiago) to the 8th Precinct, where Carter is chasing down the detective who popped him: Beecher (Sterling K. Brown). Is that flirtation I sense? Beecher says he'll try to dig up some intel. Yeah, they're into each other. Why not? They're the only black characters on the show, making them a perfect match by the not-at-all antiquated guidelines for prime time network TV.
At a book signing being protested by the *snicker* "Maryland Militia, Reese spies a sniper (lot of those this season) setting up to shoot ... Daniel? And Sabrina is texting him to do it! They've put out hits on each other. This is like War of the Roses only without Danny DeVito.
2006 again, and Finch meets with Nathan Ingram (Brett Cullen), who quickly susses out Finch has a date, which appears to please him. Ingram's pretty broken up about his recent divorce ("the only thing worse than hate is indifference") and reminds Finch that "the truth always catches up with you." Easy there, Debbie Downer.
Back in 2012, Finch is considering letting the Drakes off each other. On a side note, Fusco isn't taking the pair's calls, leading to suspicions (probably about HR), but Lionel's merely on a blind date with someone named Rhonda (Tricia Paoluccio). Unsympathetic, Finch calls him at the restaurant to put him on Sabrina. Luckily, his date is hot to join him. I hope we're not going into NYPD Blue territory here, because I really don't need to see Fusco's ass.
Both Drakes get simultaneous visits. Reese and Carter drive off the sniper guy who shows up at the townhouse, then Reese knocks out Daniel and throws him in the trunk. Meanwhile Fusco intercepts Santiago trying to make a "late night delivery" to Sabrina. Then Reese shows up and throws her in the trunk as well.
Meanwhile, Fusco gets a goodnight smooch from Rhonda. This is already going better than most of my first dates.
Some impromptu marriage counseling is in order as Reese zip ties both Drakes to a table and lets them bitch at each other. Finch opts for the "flies with honey" approach, bringing the couple a romantic dinner. This works ridiculously easily. Sabrina reveals she wired money to a Swiss bank account for the hit on Daniel, while Daniel can't reach Santiago. Reese decides to take the couple back to their townhome and use them as bait, locking them in the wine cellar. And that's where it all becomes clear: she thought he blamed her for her miscarriage. Shit, that was easy. Reese really has a career outside of kicking the shit out of people.
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In our final flashback, Finch sends Grace on a birthday scavenger hunt, ending at the Guggenheim, where he shows her the museum's new painting: "The Red Tower" by de Chirico, courtesy of an "anonymous donor." Man, that's really not fair; how the fuck are we non-billionaires supposed to live up to that?
Carter and Fusco take out Santiago and his goons, while Reese handles sniper man. The Drakes agree to a reconciliation, even as they're loaded into the paddy wagon. And Reese agrees to a date with Beecher. LOVE IS IN THE AIR.
Well, except for Finch, who had to content himself with taking Bear on another stalk past Grace's place.
Next week: Everybody's had to fight to be free, You don't have to live like a refugee.