I'm sick of being watched.
Seriously, though, does anybody give a second thought to the surveillance state anymore? Besides rolling their eyes at people who post link to Alex Jones on Facebook, I mean? Not only is it not going away, but our own Attorney General refused to rule out the possibility of using drones on American soil.
Well, technically it would be *over* American soil. You get the point.
Maybe one of the reasons Person of Interest is one of CBS's highest-rated shows is that it says something about our state of national resignation. Or maybe we just dig Jim Caviezel in a suit. History will judge.
Whoa, we have six Numbers of the Week? Sometimes the Machine is just an asshole.
The lack of numbers for several days has Mr. Finch (Michael Emerson) worrying about lasting damage caused by Kara Stanton's virus. This would appear to be reinforced when La Máquina subsequently spits out six, all unrelated and scattered across the country. Mr. Reese (Caviezel) checks on the only local, a guy named Jack Rollins who apparently fled other pursuers to Owen Island, which is about to be hit with a storm.
Finch tasks Carter (Taraji P. Henson) with tracking down three of the six who've gone "off the grid." A name stands out on the reports: Agent Alan Fahey. Agent Moss also warns the detective to steer clear of "Bad News" Beecher. This proves to be tough when the guy keep showing up to "help" her with the investigation, even going so far as to drive her out to the island in the middle of a nor'easter. Ethics violations, shmethics violations, give him a chance!
Agent Fahey's a dick, as it turns out, but he discloses that photos of the missing were...missing at their homes. Finch returns to Rollins's house and Bear sniffs out teeth in the furnace. Ew. Meanwhile, Reese runs into Agent Fahey out at the Rollinses' last known address on Owen Island.
This week had a nice Key Largo noir element to it. Finch even flies (!) in to check on things. But before long, the storm traps Finch, Reese, Fahey and several locals as they hole up in the sheriff's office trying to track down what looks like a serial killer who assumes his victims' identities. Sort of a reverse Highlander.
Side note: It's obviously Fahey.
Reese and Finch, who's masquerading as a storm chaser, set up a primitive lie-detector rig and Fahey starts interrogating the locals. Meanwhile, Carter works on her own, starting with the dean of students at Stanford, where the first of the six NotWs went missing.
What what? Someone pulled the plug on the generator and killed the deputy? Fahey.
There are red herrings aplenty: the twitchy drifter/deserting ex-Marine, or the fisherman/pot smuggler (never bring a speargun to a gunfight), but in the end, of course, it's Fahey. "What gave me away?" he asks Finch, who discovers his identification-less wallet. Gee, let me think: your convenient appearance at Rollins's house? Your vague physical resemblance to all of the missing NotWs? The fact Moss described you as an IT geek and you're such a strapping young man? Not that we all didn't enjoy the monologuing at the end, or the creepy way he relates to Finch.
Just when we're sick of all this Criminal Minds bullshit, Carter shoots the guy. Then Beecher shoots him again (body armor). Has he totally redeemed himself?
Finch remains convinced the glitch (or ghost?) in Die Maschine led to the six NotWs and the death of the real Fahey. He worries for the future. Reese: "At least the storm's passing." "No, Mr. Reese. I have the feeling it's just beginning." Bleagh.
I hate being able to predict the ending. Especially 15 minutes in. I'm also not convinced all this was a result of Stanton, but time will tell. Until them, we'll just have to "ride the storm out."
Next week: Meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
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