John Reese : Why are you here?
Detective Lionel Fusco : Len sent me over. Presupposed to meet a guy by the name of Clay.
John Reese : HR looking for a cut of the heist?
Detective Lionel Fusco : HR helped set up the heist. They hand-picked the shooters. I'm supposed to be picking up their cut.
John Reese : You've got a problem. Tommy Clay's long gone. And he left his buddies behind.
[Gestures to the dead shooters]
Detective Lionel Fusco : Ah, jeez. I don't come back with the platinum, HR's gonna think I took it. That makes me a dead man. You gotta help me with this. You got me working with these guys in the first place.
John Reese : I'll find Tommy. Now off you go.
Detective Lionel Fusco : Off I go? What am I gonna tell HR, huh?
John Reese : You're a talented liar, Detective, remember? That's why I picked you.
Harold Finch : [after Fusco shot Lynch to protect Reese] Mr. Reese, everything okay?
John Reese : Finch, we're going to need your trunk.
Detective Lionel Fusco : No, I got this one. I shot him with her gun. Simple enough to make it look like Lynch botched the whole thing.
John Reese : You're getting good at this, Lionel.
Detective Lionel Fusco : I was always good at this. That's why you picked me in the first place. Remember?