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[SECRET HIATUS EPISODES FILE: 2X18.5 GROUNDHOG OF INTEREST]
"I've checked into the bed and breakfast, Finch. Very charming. What do you have for me on our new number?"
"He doesn't have a number, Mr. Reese. All the Machine gave me was a geographic location. But I've been doing some research, and I believe I can now give you more information."
"No social, hm? An illegal immigrant?"
"No, he's American born and bred. A national institution, you might say. Not everyone has a whole day named in his honor, after all."
"Wait a minute--"
"Yes, Mr. Reese. You'll need to move quickly; I've been able to trace multiple threats. The open and legal ones are the least of your worries. One of Elias's mob bosses died of a heart attack shoveling snow; his children are seeking revenge. There's a rogue weatherman, and several landscaping investors--"
"I am not throwing myself in front of a groundhog, Finch."
"One bad prediction should not invite a death sentence. Everybody deserves a second chance, no matter what he's done. Though I have to say I was rather peeved myself when that last unexpected snow shower ruined the shine--"
"Your shoes, Finch? I lost an entire suit to slush damage. I say Phil takes his chances."
"Oh. Well, then."
"...Damn it."
"I thought you'd see it my way, Mr. Reese. I think you'll find our friend in the town park."
"You could have sent Bear, you know."
"He has an unreasonable prejudice against rodents, and he's so far failed to acquire a driver's license. I'm afraid it's up to you."
"All right. I'll do some surveillance tonight, and in the morning..."
[6:00 AM. CLOCK RADIO PLAYS. They say our love won't pay the rent...]
"I've checked into the bed and breakfast, Finch. Very charming. What do you have for me on our new number?"
"He doesn't have a number, Mr. Reese. All the Machine gave me was a geographic location. But I've been doing some research, and I believe I can now give you more information."
"No social, hm? An illegal immigrant?"
"No, he's American born and bred. A national institution, you might say. Not everyone has a whole day named in his honor, after all."
"Wait a minute--"
"Yes, Mr. Reese. You'll need to move quickly; I've been able to trace multiple threats. The open and legal ones are the least of your worries. One of Elias's mob bosses died of a heart attack shoveling snow; his children are seeking revenge. There's a rogue weatherman, and several landscaping investors--"
"I am not throwing myself in front of a groundhog, Finch."
"One bad prediction should not invite a death sentence. Everybody deserves a second chance, no matter what he's done. Though I have to say I was rather peeved myself when that last unexpected snow shower ruined the shine--"
"Your shoes, Finch? I lost an entire suit to slush damage. I say Phil takes his chances."
"Oh. Well, then."
"...Damn it."
"I thought you'd see it my way, Mr. Reese. I think you'll find our friend in the town park."
"You could have sent Bear, you know."
"He has an unreasonable prejudice against rodents, and he's so far failed to acquire a driver's license. I'm afraid it's up to you."
"All right. I'll do some surveillance tonight, and in the morning..."
[6:00 AM. CLOCK RADIO PLAYS. They say our love won't pay the rent...]
