Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 2, Episode 20 - Guns and Roses - full transcript

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♪ Sleeping beauty ♪

♪ Where have you been? ♪

♪ You should know ♪

♪ I'm counting on you here ♪

♪ Feels like ♪

♪ Clouds beneath your wings ♪

♪ It is night ♪

♪ You see it like it is ♪

♪ It is dark ♪

♪ Have mercy on us all ♪



♪ You should know ♪

♪ I'm counting on you here ♪

♪ His kiss ♪

♪ His kiss ♪

♪ His kiss ♪

Nice shooting.

Hey. Robin Brooks, look at you.

What's going on? I
didn't think U.S. attorneys

were allowed to
get their hands dirty.

Well, you can't prosecute
what you don't understand, right?

Mmm.

Wow, look at that.
That's a lot of gun, huh?

Yeah, well, it gives me a
chance to actually hit something.

Look, uh, I didn't get a chance to
thank you after the John Owens case.



Oh, that's all right.

No, your team handled
it all really low-key,

and because of that I was able
to go forward with my gang case.

Good. I'm glad it worked out.

Yeah.

So, do you always hang out at the
gun range alone on a Friday night?

Well, clearly, it's where
all the pretty girls show up.

Agent Eppes, I don't think I've
been hit on at a gun range before.

Eppes.

What?

Yeah. Oh, I'm on my way.

Right.

What's wrong? I got to go.

Are you okay? Yeah.
I got to get out of here.

Okay.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

ATF agent Nikki Davis.
Killed herself two hours ago.

Gunshot to the head.

911 call?

LAPD uniform involved
in an unrelated foot pursuit

heard what sounded
like, um, a gunshot.

Agent Turner. Bureau of
Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms.

Yeah. Eppes, FBI.

Sinclair.

Look, I know any death involving a
federal officer is technically the FBI's,

but she was one of ours.

So, I'd like the handle on this.

Agent Eppes?

Look, just... I want her
covered as soon as possible.

You got it?

I said ATF wants
the investigation.

Well, we're taking it.
I'll keep you in the loop.

We all use math every day.

To predict
weather, to tell time,

to handle money.

Math is more than
formulas and equations.

It's logic.

Math is more than
formulas and equations.

It's rationality.

It's using your mind to solve
the biggest mysteries we know.

Nikki may have been ATF, but I
want her treated like one of our own.

Our responsibility is to clear the
death of any federal officer, right?

You're not handing
this over? No.

How we doing on ballistics?

Single round, matches her
duty weapon, a Sig Sauer 229.

Tox screen?

Uh, OxyContin and Prozac.

Prozac?

Yeah. It's not that
unusual for a suicide victim.

Any word on the husband?

He's an ATF agent.

What?

Works fugitive gun runners. On his
way back from Texas as we speak.

Well, I want him interviewed
as soon as he lands, right?

So, I'm just wondering,

if this woman's death was a
suicide, why all the intensity?

She's the third agent in... in two
years to have killed themselves.

So it's strictly professional?

You knew her, didn't you?

It does say "behaviorist"
on my job description.

Yes, I knew her.

Well, if you ever want to talk,

I'm number two on your Nextel.

Thanks.

I'm going to head over to the ATF
and interview her whole team now.

Hi, Charlie. Hey.

Take care of your
brother in there.

What did she mean by that?

Nothing.

Looks like a-an ATF agent, who I knew
pretty well, killed herself, that's all.

Oh. I'm really sorry.

Yeah. Do you remember that kid
who, uh, jumped off the bridge last year?

Yeah. Finn Montgomery.

Well, i-it looked
like a suicide,

but you didn't think so, right?

Right. I didn't think
he was capable of it.

And why?

His potential was unlimited.

Good more than
outweighed the bad.

But I was wrong.

Well, do me a favor,
take a look at this file.

Just tell me if there's something
doesn't add up, would you?

Sure.

Nothing like taking
stock of one's life.

Though a bit safer from
a numerical standpoint.

It isn't his life Charlie's
taking stock of.

Okay, well, even easier still.

A hundred people
commit suicide every hour.

And 300 stars die every second.

Yeah, this was a person. Nikki
Davis. She was an ATF agent.

So, what, you're
weighing events in her life

to determine the
likelihood of her suicide?

I'm applying a modified Holmes-Rahe
stress test as a starting point.

But we're assigning
numerical values

to certain events in her life.

Huh. Yeah? But how
do you rank such things?

I mean, Christmas alone,
dinner with your in-laws

could equal a
death in the family.

I mean, depending
on your in-laws.

Oh, she was a par golfer, ran
sub-three-hour marathon times,

and even worked at the
local Boys and Girls Club.

All positive things.

Yeah, and she was
also on antidepressants.

What, they're handing out
guns to the clinically depressed?

Depression is a
definite negative.

But my cognitive emergence
studies have taught me

that i-i-it's difficult, but
not entirely impossible,

to quantify the variables that
describe existing human consciousness.

What, and Don has asked
you to work on this? Why?

He knew her.

Yeah, he knew
her, a long time ago.

They hadn't spoken in years, but I
think he's... he's really bothered by this.

Yeah, well, I guess it leads
me back to those stars.

You know, one
dies and disappears,

and the whole
cluster feels the loss.

ATF! Search warrant!

ATF! Federal agent!

Coming round!
Moving ahead! Down!

Drop the gun! Hold
it! Drop the gun!

Took a little time
there, didn't you?

Nice, guys. Hey. This is
Agent Reeves and Sinclair.

They're clearing the
inquiry on Nikki's death.

Sorry for your loss.

With fingernails so
clean, he's got to be FBI.

They're here to help,
Agent Rho. So are you.

Nikki was our leader. We lost her.
What else do you need to know?

We'd like to know whether
she seemed depressed at all.

Was something bothering
her more than usual?

Nikki always had a lot on her
mind. Goes with the territory.

We found some medications on her
bureau. Painkillers, antidepressants.

Is that what this is about?

Some kind of FBI thing to try and
drag her name through the mud?

We're just trying
to investigate.

Yeah, well, I know all about these kinds of
investigations. And you can count me out.

Agent Wilson.

Look, she's upset,
all right? We all are.

We understand that. We're
just trying to sort some things out.

Nikki hurt herself
pretty bad last year.

On the job?

Yeah.

Executing a warrant.
Messed up her knee real bad.

Never took the
time to heal right.

"No rest for the
wicked," she used to say.

Agent Rho,

if you think of something,
just let us know.

All right.

You need anything
else? We'll be in touch.

Just give me a second.

You know, you'll get more power in
your punch if you turn your foot into it.

You know?

A lot of people think we should
still be sitting behind a desk.

Must have been nice
having a female boss.

Did you know she
was self-medicating?

We were working a pretty
heavy bank robbery crew.

Maybe she was a little off,

maybe the stress was
getting to her. I don't know.

Wouldn't you say taking your own
life was more than being a little off?

I got a job to do here. I have to
ask somebody these questions.

She was having problems at home.

With her husband?

Two ATF agents
maintaining a relationship

isn't exactly the easiest
thing to do in our business.

Got it.

How serious were the problems?

Pretty serious, I think.

Something he did
backed her into a corner.

I don't... I don't
know what it was,

but she said that she was
thinking of calling it quits with him.

They don't call it "eating
your gun" for nothing, do they?

I don't know if you're
gonna want to hear this,

but after talking to
Nikki Davis' team,

I do believe that
she killed herself.

I'm not as convinced.

I've been looking
through her file.

Agent Davis was a leader in her
community. She was an outstanding agent.

Who was suffering
from a bad depression.

True, but look.

Commendation after commendation.
She just made supervisor.

Strong parental
support and siblings.

All this should have outweighed
any transitory depression.

Here, look, figure skaters,

when they perform a routine,

the judges multiply the scores
on the jumps by a difficulty factor.

If that difficulty
factor's large enough,

and even with the mistakes
and the subsequent deductions,

skaters can still
win the competition.

All the positive aspects
of Nikki Davis' life

should have multiplied
her natural coping ability.

And so I think we
should look at this further.

Charlie, look, if I'm going
to rule her death a homicide,

I need more than, uh, skating
metaphors, you know? I need evidence.

We might have it.

Nikki's husband's flight from
Texas arrived, only he wasn't on it.

What do you mean? I
checked the manifest.

He never got on the plane.

Found out his wife's dead
and he didn't come home?

Ran a trace on his cell.

What's 52? Mexico?

Night of her death,
he was in Mexico City,

not in Texas like he
was supposed to be.

Also, I ran a trace on her cell,
all calls in the last 48 hours.

Yeah, and?

One number pops
out, it's on page two.

Last person she
called was you, Don.

I rechecked everyone's voicemail.
She didn't leave a message.

I mean, I don't hear
from her for years,

and then she calls me a few
hours before she kills herself?

Well, maybe the kind of
message she was leaving,

she didn't want to put
on an answering machine.

And what's her husband
doing in Mexico?

Credit card shows he made
a bunch of trips down there,

it's all to the same town,
just south of the border.

He's working gun runners. Maybe
it's an undercover assignment.

No. Not according to Turner.

I mean, they thought he
was working a case in Texas.

And if he is on the job, why is
he putting it on his own dime?

I mean, especially with
his financial situation.

Why? What's that?

Credit report shows he took a
second mortgage out on his house.

And about six months ago, he
started borrowing against his pension.

For what?

I don't know.

Whatever he's buying down there,

now, he's not using
the credit card for it.

Well, I'll say this for him.
The man gets results.

One bust alone last year
netted two crates of M-16s.

Look, just keep
digging, all right?

I mean, I want to know what the
guy was doing in Mexico, okay?

All right.

Hey.

Hey. Wow.

I can't remember the last time
I saw you just taking a break.

Oh, it's a beautiful day.

I needed to get outside.

Yeah. Larry says that
you've been distracted.

It's the ATF agent?

My research has revealed
that law enforcement officers

are more likely to commit
suicide than civilians.

Well, it's not really
surprising, is it?

I mean, they're around
violence every day.

They see things most of
us don't even know exist.

They also have a terrible track
record at maintaining relationships.

My parents had a friend.
He was a detective,

and the last time I checked,
he was on his third wife.

Really?

He was always getting called
off in the middle of the night.

He missed her science
fair, her school play.

Everything, really.

I worry about Don.

Where his work takes him, how's
he ever gonna have a relationship?

What?

Nothing.

It's just, I mean, we both
know that you're not exactly

the most successful
man in the world

when it comes to maintaining
a personal relationship.

Different.

How?

Don has made his work his life.

So have you.

What's even worse is
you've made his work your life.

Look who's talking.

Look, we all have
professional commitments.

But that doesn't mean we're not
responsible for the choices we make.

Nothing is written
in stone, Charlie.

Don can find somebody. I
mean, he just has to be willing to.

Looking for evidence,
or a keepsake?

We've been looking
all over for you.

My boss told me.

Said you were handling
the investigation.

Yeah, well, that's right.

Looks like, uh,

you and Nikki had a
lot of fun in New Mexico.

Yeah, well, you know,
it was a long time ago.

And you decided to handle her
suicide, what, for old time's sake?

She called me a few
hours before she died.

Called you?

About what? I
don't know, Richard.

Why does your boss
think you were in Texas?

Well, I don't think that's
really any of your concern.

Well, you're wrong
about that. Hmm.

I mean, you're in debt
up to your eyeballs.

What are you doing
running around in Mexico?

What are you doing, Eppes?

I... I'm just doing my job
here, man, that's all I'm doing.

No, you're not. You're trying
to clear your conscience.

You left Nikki.

Yeah. So?

Well, it took her a long time to get over
that, you know? It hurt her pretty bad.

Look, let... let's just
talk about Mexico.

They sell drugs there.

Uh-huh. So, what,
you got a drug problem?

The drugs weren't for me.

I saw her tox screen. The only thing in
her system were prescription drugs, so...

Well, they were experimental.
Non-FDA approved.

Uh, what does that mean?

Nikki had cancer.

What?

She was diagnosed
about a year ago.

Hey, look, you know,
um, I didn't know.

I mean, it's... it's
not in her file, so...

That's because we
didn't tell anybody.

ATF, they, um...

They would have put her
on leave for sure, and Nikki

wanted to keep working.

If you don't believe
me, wait for the autopsy.

Just... No more
trips to Mexico, okay?

Until this is over, all
right? No more trips?

No more trips?

How about just, um...

How about just a simple
"I'm sorry for your loss,

"and I think I'll be on my way"?

Like this whole thing
isn't weird enough,

he runs into the
husband in her bedroom.

What was he doing at
a crime scene alone?

Here's the other
info from the scene.

Thank you. Hey, Charlie.

Hey. Uh, I thought I'd stop
by, check up on my brother.

Oh.

Well, he'll be back
in a few minutes.

Is this the radio
communication from that night?

Yeah.

Radio communication?

Yeah. Some uniforms
were chasing a dealer.

They called in for backup
and think they heard a gunshot.

Are you saying that
this is a recording

of the gunshot that
killed Nikki Davis?

Maybe. It's pretty distorted. There's
a whole lot of other noises on there.

How does this help?

Well, if it is the
actual gunshot,

it'll tell us the
exact time of death.

Well, then, I can create an
acoustic fingerprint for this shooting.

From the CD? Yeah. Yeah, we...

Look, we know where
the shot was fired, right?

And assuming that the sound was
picked up by more than one radio,

and that I can have access to
that same firearm, well, then...

Well, then, yeah. I can... I can
recreate the same variables.

I'll make you a copy.

Well, she's cute.

When was this taken?

New Mexico.

Why is it whenever I see an old
photo of myself, I look totally different

and you look
absolutely the same?

I mean, we... we have the same
genes, don't we? I don't understand it.

Yeah, well, she's dead.

She's dead?

Apparently a suicide.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

You know, she called
me a few hours before.

Why would she call you?

I don't know.

Is there anything I can do?

She had cancer.

Cancer?

I see.

You know, it's just, I have a hard
time getting my head around the fact

that she couldn't find
some other way to...

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, I guess you would, right?

Did you and Mom ever talk
about what would happen...

I never wanted to.

I guess we were just lucky
it never came to that, but...

I mean, if she had chosen
to, I would have understood.

And I never would
have blamed myself.

You understand what I just said?

Do you? Yeah.

I got to go, Dad.

See you later, Pop.

Yeah, all right.

Gun off!

No, it still doesn't match.

Are we sure we've set up these
outside microphones correctly?

Double-checked them. LARRY:
Because nothing can be discounted here.

You know, in an
experiment like this,

there's such an extremely
high level of difficulty.

Why is that?

Because there was
an open window,

the sound envelope and how the
waves reached the microphones.

They require truly
complex calculations.

See, in an auditory sense,
a gunshot is fairly unique,

in that it produces a short,
intense sound impulse.

And how exactly does this
help me with the timeline?

Well, if we can recreate the
original acoustic fingerprint,

then we can match it to the sound
recorded by three separate LAPD officers.

You know, forensic
acoustic experts

did this exact same thing in
the JFK assassination inquiry

to determine whether or not there
really was a gunman on that grassy knoll.

Now, uh, are we sure everything's
exactly the same as it was?

Yeah. Hey, it just
occurred to me.

That shade, was it open or shut?

Does it matter?

Cloth doesn't reflect
as much sound as glass.

Look, as we fire our test shots,

this program will measure
muzzle blast and echo pattern,

so it is essential to
get an acoustic match

that... that nothing in this room
be changed, added to or eliminated.

Tell you what, let's...
Let's just try it again.

Okay.

Ready? Yeah, go for it.

Not even close.

All right, man, I'm just throwing it
out there. Maybe it wasn't a gunshot.

No, it was a gunshot.

Listen, the recorded waveform was bouncing
around much more. Something is missing here.

Are you sure that... that there wasn't
some evidence removed from this bedroom?

Uh, shell casing, maybe,
and the bed sheet, that's it.

No, no. That's
just fabric-to-fabric.

According to my variations, we're
looking for something much larger.

Okay, her body, but if
I understand correctly,

that's why I'm in the room
firing from the bed, right?

Wait. David, where's Don?

At the office.

Sound waves.

A gunshot produces a
sound wave that travels, okay?

If the wave hits a reflective
substance, let's say, like a rock,

the air pressure
energy of the wave

moves back in the opposite
direction towards you.

An echo? Exactly.

But those returning sound waves
don't just allow us to hear the gunshot,

they tell us what we can't see.

Like bats, for example.

A bat emits a sound wave

and then listens carefully
to the echo it produces.

Now, by hearing how long it
takes for the echo to return,

the bat's brain automatically
knows how far away an animal is.

The larger the animal,
the louder the echo.

If am animal is moving
toward or away from the bat,

the pitch of the echo will be
raised or lowered accordingly.

It's the Doppler effect.

All right. Yeah, so? And?

And we recreated the
acoustics of Nikki Davis' room

using the same communication
system the officers used,

and we found that there was
something missing. Missing?

Actually, someone.

I think that there was someone else
in that room when Nikki Davis died.

Wait, wait. Are
you sure about this?

The acoustic pattern clearly
shows extra movement and mass.

Don, I'm telling you, there
was someone else in that room.

Well, it can't be Nikki's husband.
We know he was in Mexico.

It doesn't mean he couldn't help
plan his wife's murder, though.

All right, here we go, I
want to start over, all right?

We're going to
comb his files, hers.

I want to find anyone
with potential for this.

People with a grudge against
Nikki is gonna be a long list, Don.

We've got informants,
people she's put behind bars.

It's his files on this.
Take a look. Right here.

Is this his? Yeah.

Uh, wait a second.

Based on what I see here, I can
help narrow that list down a little.

Why, what do you mean?
What's this? Forensics report.

We've already been
through that, Charlie.

Right, well, the DNA samples
were taken from Nikki Davis' house.

I mean, a few dozen, actually.

It's a house, Charlie, anybody
going in could have left a trace.

We have hair, fiber,
skin, fingerprints.

That's exactly my point.

Charlie, we ran the samples,
there was no matches.

Yeah, and without a suspect,
it doesn't even help us.

You guys are talking
biology, I'm talking probability.

Look, 99.9 percent of
our DNA is the same.

But that doesn't mean
we can't find markers

that differentiate one
individual from another.

Like, uh, genes associated
with a particular trait.

That's exactly right.

For example, we can, with high
accuracy, determine an individual's origin.

European, East African,
Sub-Saharan African...

Fine. How does this help us?

CalSci has a DNA database.

50,000 DNA samples, and the
photos of the people who donated them.

I can run a statistical matrix

to find similarities between the
samples found at Nikki's house

and the samples at CalSci.

Wait a minute, are you saying

you can tell us what these DNA
samples would actually look like?

To a reasonable probability.

Well, go for it, run it.

All right. So, the last six
months, Nikki's primary focus

is investigating a series
of armed robberies.

Five months, five
jobs, $1.5 million.

These guys move
with tactical precision.

What was ATF doing on that case?

Agent Rho said the crew
used military-quality weapons.

Maybe ATF's handling the trace.

Was she having any luck?

She had an informant
who linked these guys

to an Aryan motorcycle
gang, the Outlaw Renegades.

It's run by a guy
named Roy Mitchell.

Looks like she put
surveillance on the gang

based on information
from the informant.

Anything come of it?

Her team spotted the Outlaw
Renegades outside a bank,

then ATF waited on these guys.

Thanks.

How come there
were no arrests made?

They never went inside the bank.

Someone tipped these guys off.

Right, they knew they
were being watched,

that's why they
didn't go inside.

Maybe the informant
was playing both sides.

Isolating a person from DNA
linked to a government database?

I can't help but wonder,
is this even ethical?

Oh, it's no different than
fingerprints and driver's licenses.

Listen, I see a
very real distinction.

Driver licenses provide
a person's identity,

but DNA, that contains
the essence of our history,

glimpses into
our genetic future.

I'm merely using DNA information
that's already been collected

to approximate the genetic
description of an ATF agent's killer.

Oh, I agree. In this case, you know, the
intention is pure, it's admirable, even.

But, you know, DNA can be
used for much less noble pursuits.

I mean,
predetermination, Charles.

Think about it, once we're
trapped within these databases,

our employers, our
insurance companies,

you know, they can
use our genetic codes,

and not just to glimpse
our futures, but to limit them.

Agent Eppes. Nice to see you.

Robin, I need a favor.

Really? Well, you
could have just called.

Oh, right, but I forgot, apparently
you don't know how to do that.

No, no, no, listen to me, it
was a friend of mine, okay?

An agent, an ATF
agent was killed and, uh...

I mean, that's the
only reason I took off.

Wow, I feel really silly.

No, don't, please.

How can I help?

Well, she was working
with an informant

who was giving her intel
about the Outlaw Renegades.

Yeah, I know them, our
office has wiretaps on them.

Well, I figure the warrants
are based on those tips,

and I need to know who it is.

Those wiretap applications
are sealed by court order.

Look, the ATF isn't
going to help me

because I took the investigation
away from them, so...

Well, it's not my case.

But I'll talk to the AUSA that's
handling it, and see what I can find out.

All right. I appreciate that.

This woman was close to you?

You know what? I'm sorry,
that is none of my business.

It's all right. You know,
I... I... I'll tell you about it.

All right. Well, you know where
I work, right? Yeah. Thanks.

Outlaw Renegade, right? Yeah.

Nikki arrested him last year?

Yeah, she flipped him.

He's been giving intel to
the U.S. Attorney's office.

He lives alone, doesn't he?

Two cars in the driveway.

FBI! Looking for Darryl Clark!

Darryl Clark?

FBI!

Darryl Clark!

I'll take the back.

Darryl Clark?

Don!

What you got?

He's been dead for a while.

Guys? Out back.

It's Nikki Davis' husband.
Two shots, center mass.

He wasn't just killed,
he was executed.

All right, so we
know Nikki's source

was giving her intel on
the Renegades, right?

Right, they must have found out
he was a rat and they took him out.

Yeah, but what about the
husband? Why kill him?

Yeah, and what's
he even doing there?

He was probably following
the same trail we were.

And wanted to know if the
informant was playing both sides,

if he betrayed her.

Wait, he went to avenge
the wife's death, right?

You know, Annie Wilson,
the girl on Nikki's team,

told me their marriage
was in trouble.

She said something, uh...

"Something the husband
did backed her into a corner."

You think he could
have been involved?

Well, the guns the robbery
crew uses are military grade.

And Davis definitely
had access to those.

Now, he recovered those
assault rifles in that bust last year.

Right, and they were in financial
trouble from the wife's illness.

Maybe he thought selling
the guns would help her.

Nikki finds out, she has
no one else to turn to.

Then she calls you.

And gets killed before she
has a chance to do it again.

Exactly.

All right, so I want 24-7
surveillance on everyone in this photo.

When this guy Mitchell pops
out of his hole, I want to know it.

Hello? Oh, hey.

Am I interrupting something?

Just another Fleinhardt
doomsday prophecy.

Come on, you make me
sound like Chicken Little.

I was merely advising
Charles as to the dangers

of unleashing a
genie from a bottle.

Hmm. He's thrilled with
the idea of cataloging DNA.

Why, Larry, do you
have something to hide?

No, my DNA is pure
as the driven snow.

Then what's the problem?

The problem is, once
something is out of the bottle,

it is out of the
bottle for all time.

The bottle?

Yeah, what? The bottle.
That's a useful metaphor.

Right. Listen up.

I've identified several groups of
genetic markers called haplotypes,

and now I need
a set of algorithms

to compare them against the
Bio department's photo base.

And these algorithms can
help you identify the people

who left traces of DNA
in this agent's house?

Like a blueprint for a home.

The DNA that builds a person

are like blueprints
that build tract houses.

A majority of the
characteristics of each home,

roof, dimension, and
style, is exactly the same.

But there are a small
number of things,

like... like color, landscaping
and, say, window coverings,

that make each home
like a person, unique.

With a little luck,

I may be able to put a statistical
face on all of Don's samples.

It's like some
Bizarro DNA world.

When I was in Quantico, I
remember all this talk about

pride and integrity.

I remember holding
John Dillinger's gun.

Yeah, but they never seemed
to tell you about cases like this.

I mean, here's my friend, and...

I mean, she's murdered,
you know, she's miserable.

She's in yet another
bad relationship.

Come on. Come on, Donny.
You're projecting now, aren't you?

No, I don't think so.

I mean, I... I... I don't know anyone in my
game who's got a really good relationship.

Donny, that can't be true.

Well, it is. I mean,
I... I tell you stuff,

but... but you don't know
the half of it, trust me.

How come I don't find
that comforting? It's hard.

You come home and someone
says, "How was your day?"

And you're like, "Well, I... I saw a
decapitated kid, how was yours?"

Well, I mean, if you
can't talk about it,

how are you going to feel
any better than you do now?

Which is why there is nobody
at home waiting for you.

Look, even when I could've had
good relationships, I screwed them up.

What does that mean?

Damned if you do, and
damned if you don't?

Yeah.

What if you didn't sabotage
your next relationship?

Yeah? What does that mean?

I mean, what if you gave the next
woman that you meet a real shot?

Look, Dad, it's easier
said than done...

Donny, what's the
worst that can happen?

I'll tell you.

The relationship fails, right?

So then what?

Then you're back
where you are right now.

But the only difference is, instead
of being afraid, you took a chance.

Eppes.

LAPD undercover just bought
some dope about an hour ago.

ID'd Roy Mitchell, leader of the
Outlaw Renegades, inside, on the couch.

How many inside?
Two, plus Mitchell.

We'll cut through the
backyard, take them by surprise.

What do you say,
boys? Let's do it.

Watch it!

Hey! Drop your weapon.

Put your hands behind
your back. Thumbs up.

Hey! We got a runner!

FBI! Don't move!

You got nothing on me.

Well, how about two
dead federal agents?

Which qualifies you for special
circumstances and a lethal injection.

Yeah, if you had any evidence.

What, you mean like Nikki Davis'
husband supplying you guys with guns?

Is that what we're
talking about?

Who's Nikki Davis?

She was the ATF agent
working Darryl Clark.

You know who that is, right?

Yeah, he was cooperating
with the ATF. Did you know that?

Ah, can't trust anybody
nowadays, can you?

You killed him.

Just like you killed Richard
Davis when he showed up.

Sorry. Not ringing any bells.

Look, you got one chance, you
hear me? One chance to save your life.

All right, look,

you guys got pictures of me killing
somebody, feel free to let me know.

Other than that, we
got nothing to talk about.

Don, he's right.

What we have isn't
enough to flip him.

He's involved, all right? There's
no doubt in my mind he's involved.

I can't hold him.

Well, you can't cut him loose.

We don't have probable cause.

Nothing ties him to
either crime scene.

Look, I'll lose his
paperwork, all right?

I cannot let the guy go, Robin!

Look, Don, I don't know
what this woman meant to you,

but I doubt that she would
want you to compromise yourself.

Neither do I.

We'll put him under surveillance.
Eventually, he's gonna make a mistake.

That's not good enough, Megan.
I'm sorry, it's not. You know?

Don! I got your guys.

I got... Or your guy.
Or whatever. I got them.

What? Your DNA samples.

I was looking for major continental
groups and searching for matches.

It's actually something
that Larry said.

That I shouldn't be looking at
specific physical characteristics,

I should be adjusting my
algorithm to identify origins.

Okay.

So, I went back to the
CalSci's DNA database

and I found samples that most closely
resembled the biogeographical ancestry

of the eight samples that were
pulled from Nikki Davis' house.

And I approximated the genetic
probability of the samples' likeness.

Okay, now how do we know
which one is the killer, Charlie?

We don't. Well, not for certain.

I mean, but we can
apply probabilities.

I mean, look, we know that there
were no fingerprints on that gun,

so, uh, we can assume
that the killer wore gloves.

So we can eliminate all
secretion-based DNA samples from hands.

What, we get these three?

Wait a minute.
What is it, David?

One of these...
these representations.

Does this remind you of someone?

Agent Rho from Nikki's team?

Yeah, that's pretty close.

But why would someone on
Nikki's team want her dead?

Bank robbery detail described them
as moving with military precision, right?

Yeah, and Rho was
a former Navy SEAL.

Mitchell wasn't leading
this crew, it was Rho's.

All right. Call Special Ops. I want
Rho under tight surveillance ASAP.

ATF has Rho out on a training
scenario. The location's undisclosed.

They're pulling a job, I
know it. They're pulling a job.

Stop! That's good.

Get them up, now!

Fire in the hole!

Come on. Let's go!

No, don't shoot!

Shoot him!

Feds are on to us!
Give me suppression fire!

Take their flank!

Cover me! Watch for crossfire!

Don't... Don't do it!
Don't even think about it!

Get that hand out in
front of you. Get it up!

Oh, thank you. MAN: Thank you.

Okay, pizza's here.

Peppers and onions?
Uh, no, sausage.

Don's not coming over?

Uh, I called. Immediately
goes to voice mail.

What?

What? Three agents cracked, Dad.

Nikki Davis,

her husband and Agent Rho.

I mean, even his crimes can be
traced to the pressure he was under.

What do you think,
Don's going to crack?

He lives alone, and there are
times we don't see him for days.

Who knows what he's doing?

Charlie, there's one thing
I know about your brother.

He always knows how
to have a good time.

What? You're not
seriously worried, are you?

That formula I was working on,

I ran it against his life.

You know, you're worse
than me. You realize that?

He's going to be okay.

Yeah, well, I knew
that a long time ago.

Most compelling reason,
strong ties to his family.

And apparently,
they to him, right?

Still, you ever wonder
where he disappears to?

He doesn't
disappear. He's, uh...

Turns his cell phone off.

Oh, all right, so he...
he disappears, but he...

He's going to be, uh, fine.

He's going to be fine.

Agent Eppes.

Counselor.

This is a surprise.

Yeah.