Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 2, Episode 24 - Hot Shot - full transcript

♪

♪ Welcome to your life ♪

♪ There's no turning back ♪

♪ Even while we sleep ♪

♪ We will find you ♪

♪ Acting on your best behavior ♪

You coming in?

I think I'm going
to stay in the car.

♪ Turn your back
on mother nature ♪

All right, Charlie, you'll
get them next time.

♪ Everybody wants
to rule the world ♪



Hey, how're you
doing, Mr. Eppes?

Oh, good, Victor. And you?

Great. How's your boys?

Uh, actually,
Charlie's in the car.

What, he doesn't
want to come in?

No, he hit into a
double-play today.

Ah, you tell Charlie it's his brains
that got him where he is today.

Not baseball. Right.

Um, I'll take, uh,
a dozen franks,

and, um, I don't know, a couple of rib-eye.
- Give me the money.

Come on, hurry up! Okay, okay.

I said, hurry up! Okay. Okay!

What do you want?
Nothing. Just take it easy.

Come on, all of it.



Theresa. Daddy!

Stay where you are!

Stay there or I'll kill
her, I swear to God.

Charlie! Dad!

Charlie, get out of here!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad.

Dad!

I'm fine, I just have
to catch my breath.

Call, call an ambulance!

Where is your mother?

I... I need your mother.

Dad.

Charlie?

Charlie...

Charlie.

Charlie.

Charlie, come on, wake up.

You're gonna be late for class.

Mom?

Oh, there you are.

Hurry up, everything's
getting cold.

Is it really you?

Of course it's me, silly.

You made pancakes.

Sit.

We don't have a lot of time.

Here you go.

Mom, what are you doing here?

I made you breakfast.

But I meant... I meant here.

Here.

You know I can't
tell you that, Charlie.

Well, where have you been?

I just thought it
was time, that's all.

Time for what?

You needed to see me.

I did?

Mmm-hmm.

There's a question that
you've been wanting to ask me.

A question?

Better hurry, sweets.

I have to go soon.

Wait.

I'll just put this
in the fridge.

What question?

It'll come to you.

What question?

Did you figure it
out yet, Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie.

Charlie, get up.

Come on, you said you'd
drop me at the metro.

I've got to be
downtown in 45 minutes.

Let's go, come on, chop-chop.

Hey. COLBY: Hey.

This is Carla Daniels.

This is her house,
she lives here alone.

No signs of a struggle,

and the keys were
still in the ignition.

Yeah, who found her?

Her mailman.

Woman, whatever
you want to call her.

How about postal
carrier, Granger?

What do you say, Megan?

She was found the same way
the other girl was six weeks ago.

You guys talk to the neighbors?

The guy across the street.

He says the car's
been here all morning.

With her in it?

He can't remember.

Just another sunny day in LA.

All right. Well, start
canvassing the area.

You need permits here,
so run parking tickets.

They probably didn't
walk away, right?

Could be she did it to herself?

See how pretty
she looks, Granger?

She didn't dress for a suicide.

She dressed for a somebody.

I'll tell you, it was weird.

It's been four years.

I forgot what she looks like.

Listen, I completely understand.

My own mother passed years ago.

Now all I can recall is
this warm smile of hers

and a set of oddly
tweezed eyebrows.

It was nice seeing
her, though. Yeah.

And you said that she told you

there was some question
that you had for her?

Yeah, what do you think
that's about? I don't know.

All depends on what school
of dreams you ascribe to.

School of dreams?

Whether it's, uh, due to some
random neuro-synaptic firings.

In other words, they
have no meaning.

Or, you know, maybe
they're revelations

of some hidden
subconscious conflict.

Residue of unprocessed emotions.

What side of that
fence do you sit on?

Oh, I rarely dream.

I mean, every once in a while,
I have this recurring dream

in which, uh, my Aunt Louise is
attempting to consume my flesh,

but as a general rule, no.

I like to think that's
because I live in the moment,

but of course it
could be due to some

greater neuro-chemical
imbalance.

That certainly might
explain some things.

But, uh, we're exploring your
journey here, Charles, not mine.

Exactly. But what is it?

Granger.

I'm gonna call you right back.

Anything?

You make your
bed in the morning?

Not usually.

Tells you a lot about a person.

I have somebody who comes in.

She read the Bible.

So she says her prayers
and makes her bed.

You ready to name a killer?

She was organized and tidy.

Neither of those traits are
really consistent with a risk-taker.

So?

So I think whoever did
this, she trusted him.

How about an ex-boyfriend?

That's what I was thinking.

That was David.

Neighbor said that she
broke it off a few weeks ago.

Sounds like a motive to me,
but it was fun watching you work.

Tell him to make sure
to get that by 5:00.

Billy, call me when you
know all right? Yes, sir.

Hey, Don. Hey, what's up?

Um, I have something I
want to talk to you about.

You busy right now? No, I mean,

we just got handed this
homicide from these locals

who think it's connected
to a prior murder. Yeah?

You want to take a look?

Yeah, sure. What's up?

Um... I had a, uh...

I had a dream.

Oh, yeah? A dream?

I know it... it sounds...

These is our two
victims right here.

They're pretty young.

Yeah, 23, 24. Both found in
their cars in their driveways,

both OD'd on hot shots
of diazepam and morphine.

The coroner ruled
the first girl an accident

until the second girl showed up.

Do we know of any
connection between them?

Well, I mean, it doesn't seem
like they knew each other.

This girl, Lisa Clark, I
think she was a salesgirl,

and Carla Daniels,
a real estate broker.

And somewhere their killer must
have come in contact with them.

Yep.

Okay, you know, uh,
there's something called

a direct network flow problem.

Is this good or bad for me?

Oh, it's... it's... it's good

because these women
had daily routines.

So the repetition
of those routines

would have narrowed
the opportunity

for a killer to come
into contact with them.

It's like being in the kitchen.

Every day, you're in that
room traveling from the table

to the sink, to the fridge,

back to the sink, back
to the table and so on.

In these routine movements,
there are unconscious patterns.

Paths you take
dictated by convenience

or by a specific task.

If you were to record
these movements,

you would see those patterns.

So, if you can get
me any information

about these women's daily lives,

then I can analyze their
more traveled routes,

and find a location
where they and their killer

were most likely to intersect.

All right, I'll see
what I can do.

So, uh, tell me
about your dream.

Uh, Dad got shot.

During a hold-up
in a grocery store.

It was pretty upsetting.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Then Mom made pancakes.

Pancakes.

I don't even dream normal.

It's hard to believe she's dead.

When was the last
time you spoke to her?

Oh, about, uh,

three weeks ago.

Is that when she
broke up with you?

Carla didn't break up with
me. It was a mutual agreement.

Uh-huh.

How long did you know her?

Uh, about a year.

Do you read the Bible, Mr. Gill?

Is that a problem?

No, it's not a problem.

It's just, Carla Daniels had
an identical copy at her house.

Oh, I gave it to her.

What else did you give her?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means, what was the
exact nature of your friendship?

We were Christians. And?

And we didn't believe in pre-marital
sex, if that's where this is going.

Sex? No. Nobody
said anything about sex.

You just asked me...

See, you're trying
to twist my words.

You take it easy, Mr. Gill.

No. I know what
you're doing, okay?

You're trying to make it seem like I
had something to do with Carla's murder.

Did you have something
to do with Carla's murder?

I want you to
leave, both of you.

Now.

That's not a very
Christian attitude, Mr. Gill.

The autopsy suggests

the diazepam was given orally,

and then they were
injected with morphine.

He calmed them, and
then he killed them.

So what do we
got, serial killer?

Well, it's a
little early to tell,

but driving them both back
to their homes in their cars

suggests post-mortem staging.

Colby likes the
boyfriend for it.

Yeah? And why's that?

Guy claims him and Carla
Daniels agreed not to have sex.

And in Granger's mind, that
immediately makes him a suspect.

Yep. That and this.

Turns out Mr. Gill called Carla
Daniels the night she was killed.

Told us he hadn't
spoken to her in weeks.

And he's got a client

that works less than two
blocks away from the store

where the first victim worked.

And, yeah,

no guy agrees not to have sex.

Thomas Gill, FBI! Open up.

Who is it?

FBI.

We have a warrant to
search your apartment.

Uh, what is this?

I'll take the back.
I got the computer.

What'd I do?

You lied, Thomas.

We happen to know you called
Carla the night she disappeared.

Guys.

Take a look.

Oh, ye of little faith.

I didn't...

I didn't remember
making the call.

A 45-minute conversation.

Look, I would never hurt Carla.

So all this and...
and you two never...

No, listen, I told you.

It had nothing to do with her.

Well, it was your stuff, Thomas.

I mean, all those nights

that she sent you home...

It wasn't... It wasn't fair.

Yeah, I'm sure.

I loved her.

But she said "no."

Told me I wasn't the one.

Yeah?

You know, I just wanted
her to understand, you know?

That-That's why I
screamed at her.

God, I'm so sorry.

Hey, look, you got a
chance to make it right.

Make it right?

What are you talking about?

You screamed, and then what?

What happened?

Nothing, nothing. Nothing
happened. This was on the phone.

I screamed at her
on the telephone.

Right. Then you went
there and you killed her.

No! I swear to God, I didn't!

I didn't remember
making the call.

♪

♪ She's got the suntan ♪

♪ The presence of the earth ♪

♪ She's a cold,
cold television set ♪

♪ And she's my best friend ♪

♪ I've got my great brain ♪

♪ I start changing mine ♪

♪ I've got the left side
talking to the right ♪

♪ On the other line ♪

Hi.

"Mom. Dad. Robbery. Pancakes?"

Charlie, what is this?

I'm analyzing a dream I had.

You're applying
math to your dream?

Activation synthesis theory.

When we sleep, our brain
continues to receive signals,

but because we're unconscious,

it... it tries to
structure our thoughts

into some sort of association.

Well, why is this
dream so important?

It's the first dream I had
about my mom since she died.

You know they did
a study at Harvard,

about people who weren't very
good at unscrambling anagrams,

who were wakened
during REM sleep,

and were actually able
to do a much better job.

Maybe in a dream,
you just let go.

Harvard, huh?

You call about that job yet?

No.

It's not easy figuring
things out, is it?

Speaking of figuring things
out, how's Don's case?

I don't have enough information.

These women lived alone and
their families lived out of state.

Well, what about
where they worked?

I mean,

if they're anything like us,

those are probably the people
who knew them best, right?

Turns out Gill was
telling the truth.

He's got a solid alibi

for the night Lisa
Clark was murdered.

So he's not our guy?

Doesn't look like it.

Lisa Clark was 23 years old.

She'd just graduated college.

She left work to meet some
friends and never made it.

Bet she never thought something
like this could happen to her.

Well, unfortunately,
there are people out there

who don't give a damn whether
you thought about it or not.

And Carla Daniels...

Told her boss she
wasn't feeling well.

Went home, put on a
sexy little t-shirt and skirt.

Well, obviously she
was feeling better.

I called her
sisters in Missouri.

She talked to them every day.

Except this day.

So whoever this was, she
was keeping him a secret.

What's up?

See this area?

Yeah. Her shoes?

They're on the wrong feet.

We've already checked for DNA.

I'm not looking for DNA.

Want to tell us exactly
what it is you are looking for?

Her makeup was perfect,

but her shoes were
on the wrong feet?

I'm not buying it.

This guy made a mistake.

See that?

Yeah. What is it?

It's makeup.

Only she wouldn't have put it on

before putting her t-shirt on.

Right, 'cause when she
pulled it over her head...

You would get makeup
on the inside collar.

So this guy dressed her.

When she was already dead.

I just... I don't get it. I mean, what
kind of guy puts makeup on a dead girl?

He's creating an
image for himself.

All right, so elaborate on that.

Well, you take a dead girl
and you dump her in a ditch,

you're saying, "Look
at what a bad-ass I am."

You dress one up,
you take her home,

you're saying, "Look at
what a nice person I am."

It's almost like he's on a date.

Remind me not to set you
up with any of my friends.

There's no struggle. There's
no bruises, there's no marks,

so either he has a
weapon he didn't use...

Or he already knows them. Right.

That's what Gill
wouldn't tell you,

that Carla Daniels was
seeing someone else.

All right... DAVID: Hey, guys.

LAPD just found another girl.

Mr. And Mrs. Brewer, they're
the couple that live here.

This isn't her home?

Never seen her before.

What do you think
of a copycat, maybe?

What do you mean? We
haven't given out any details.

So it's got to be our guy.

Why would he bring her here?

'Cause that's what he
does, he brings them home.

Yeah, but this isn't her home.

Check out that makeup job.
It's nowhere near as good, right?

All right, so best guess,
he's just going on instinct.

The other two murders, they were
weeks apart, they were well planned out.

He could've just picked her up
off the street and took his chances.

Which means he won't
stop until we stop him.

Okay, now this is interesting.

What, did you find something?

Yeah, three-bedroom
in West Covina.

That small a yard and
this thing is seven figures?

Larry, let's just
please try to focus.

Well, Charles, we have... We
have examined every aspect

of this woman's life.

So what? You're giving up?

No, I'm just not sure that more
data is all that's required here.

Hi, all.

Hi. Hey.

Did you find anything?

Yeah, apparently, she
had a really annoying chair.

Also, she gets a
lot of phone calls.

She had 22 messages
in her voicemail.

Fourteen of which I've returned.

We're returning phone calls?

Well, yeah. Don
said that'd be okay.

Well, Charlie wanted
to hear their voices.

Inflections, to determine
the level of intimacy.

The greater the familiarity,

the higher the value in
my directed network flow.

Yeah, I was trying
to explain to Charles

the basic flaw in
his methodology.

Flaw in... in my...
In my methodology?

Charles, we've been exploring

the universe of
this woman's life

with no notion of significance.

Larry's right, Charlie.

In the hunt for a supernova,

even astrophysicists apply
some limit on their search.

Right. I mean, case in point. The
Katzman automatic imaging telescope

takes no more than
100 photographs an hour.

And if I was hunting supernovae,

then, yes, a time limitation
would make sense,

but in this case, we have no idea
when this woman met her attacker.

No, actually, we do.

Her ex told Don she
had just met someone.

Uh, someone she
didn't tell anyone about.

Okay, so we limit the
assignment of the edge capacities

the times that she could
have moved along these paths

to the last three weeks.

Isn't that a little,
um, haphazard?

Yeah, well, haphazard may be
exactly what we're looking for.

How so?

That vacuum.

That vacuum works
on cyclonic technology.

Constant suction is... is
maintained by mini tornados

in a series of tubes that
separate the dirt from air

using centrifugal force.

But i-if you wanted to determine
the path of an actual tornado,

you would focus on the landscape

and lower atmosphere.

See, its path is determined
by a variety of factors.

Weather conditions, elevation
and presence of any structures

or bodies of water.

It's called kernel
density estimation.

And what you do is
you divide the landscape

and lower atmosphere
into squares or bins.

And the more you
learn about each one,

the more accurate your
prediction's going to be.

So when the tornado
veers off its path,

you know something's missing.

Right. So we don't need to know

every detail of
this woman's life.

We just need to find that spot
where the flow changed course.

So Charlie was right.

There was a change
in Carla's routine.

She hurt herself
snowboarding a month ago.

Stopped going to her regular gym

and started going to Pilates.

To rehab. Yeah, and there
was a message at her office

the day she disappeared. There
was a cancellation at the Pilates studio.

Which is why
she left work early.

Yeah, and where her
life veered off course.

I had a cancellation, so
I had the office try Carla.

She'd been trying
to see me all week.

She was definitely here then?

45-minute reformer session.

All right. Which means
she left about an hour later?

Did she say where she was going?

Actually, she didn't
leave right away.

What do you mean?

Well, I was with my next client

and Carla got into
a conversation.

With your client?

With her son.

He usually hangs
out till she's through.

She had a hip
replacement a while back.

What's the son's name?

I'm not sure. But my client's
name is Charlotte Yates.

All right, thank you.

Yates.

What's up?

Those parking tickets we
ran down on the second victim.

Yeah, the ones without
the residential sticker?

Yeah, Charlotte Yates.

One of the names on
the vehicle registration.

You let Charlie
buy the house, huh?

Margaret?

Relax. You're just
having a dream.

I see you restored the shelving.

Oh, yes.

Um...

And for the record,

I didn't realize Charlie was the
one who bought the house from me.

You really think that's
best, living in this house?

Well, Charlie's a grown man.

I have no control over
where he decides to live.

I meant you.

Oh, uh...

Well, it's, um...

Comfortable?

I worry about you not
moving on, you know.

Taking chances again.

I'm doing all right.

The caterer?

It's not serious.

Charlie says you told him

he has a question
he wants to ask you?

Well, we always
knew it was coming.

We did the best we
could with them. Right?

They are both very fine men.

Yeah.

Yeah, they are.

You give Don my love.

Yes, always.

I just want you all to be happy.

Then you shouldn't have died.

Well, she seemed
like a very sweet girl.

So, you knew her then?

On occasion, our
appointments overlapped.

Is this your son, Mrs. Yates?

Yes.

He's a handsome boy.

Chandler is almost 40 years old.

Is he here? No.

Chandler does not live at home.

Oh? Where does he live?

At the beach house.

Why?

Do you own a Lexus, Mrs. Yates?

It's registered in my name,

but that's Chandler's car.

By any chance, did you
ever give Carla a ride home?

Ride home? I barely know her.

Plus, I... I don't drive.

You've lived in Los Angeles
all your life and you don't drive?

My husband drove me around.

Now Chandler takes
me wherever I need to go.

Besides,

I'm on medication.

Oh, yeah?

Since my hip surgery,

I find it difficult to
get comfortable.

I even take a little
Valium to go to sleep.

Diazepam.

Morphine was
knocking me for a loop.

Is this you, Mrs. Yates?

I did a little modeling
when I was younger.

Do you know where
your son is now? No.

We don't see that much
of each other anymore.

I'm afraid that we had a...

A falling out.

And what was that about?

Chandler's trust
fund, what else.

A certain amount was to be
transferred to him on his birthday.

I didn't feel he was ready.

I mean, all that
gallivanting around?

Naturally, he was upset.

I told him the same
thing I told his father,

the spigot doesn't
stay turned on forever.

When was that exactly?

Six weeks ago.

What the...

Come here. What the...

Where's Chandler? He's not here.

When's the last
time you saw him?

This morning. What's going on?

Do you live here?
With Chandler. Why?

Where's he at?
He... He went surfing.

When's he supposed to be back?

I don't know. He might
have stopped off for a drink.

Yeah? Where would that be?

Uh, John's, it's on Tremont.

I'll call it in.

All right, stay with her.

David, how you doing? You clear?

No sign of him, Don.

All right, come on out
front. We're clear here.

Hold on, we just found
something back here

I think you should
take a look at.

All right, I'm on my way.

What's in there?

I can't really see,

but something seems weird.

I mean, there could
be girls in there, right?

Lights, camera, action.

♪ In the air ♪

♪ And music fills my heart... ♪

Shh, she's fast asleep.

That girl's not sleeping.

She's unconscious.

Yeah, drugged, huh?

♪

Now she's ready
to do anything I say,

anything I want.

How many women
you think he did this to?

♪ Here we are,
together again... ♪

Want to see?

What I want to see is you fry.

So this is a fairly
typical crowd?

Yeah, mostly college kids.

Well, this guy's not in
college. He's in his 40s.

Oh, Chandler.
Yeah, I've seen him.

Oh, yeah? When was that?

A couple hours ago. Uh-huh.

Oh, you should talk to Lyndsey.

Oh, who's Lyndsey?

Lyndsey Fuller,
she's a waitress.

She's pretty friendly with him.

All right, thanks.

Hey, you Lyndsey? Yeah.

How you doing?
I'm Don Eppes, FBI.

Apparently you
know Chandler Yates?

Yeah. So?

So, we're trying to locate him.

Why? What's he done?

Well, he was just here?

A while ago.
What's this all about?

Oh, some women have made
some allegations against him.

Allegations against
Chandler? That's ridiculous.

We... We didn't even tell
you what they are, Lyndsey.

Look, all I'm saying is
Chandler's a nice guy.

So whatever these
girls are saying,

there's more to it.

You have any idea where he is?

No.

No?

Look, I got to get
back to work, okay?

There she is.

Oh, yeah...

Shh.

This is so sweet.

It's 2:00 a.m.

And I got a little present
just waiting for me.

Wendy doesn't like
me to do certain things.

But what Wendy doesn't
know, won't hurt her.

And this is Chandler's
girlfriend from the beach house?

Yeah. Seems like he's done this

to about a dozen
different women.

Only none of these DVDs

have any of our victims on them.

Besides, I think this
is something different.

Really? What do you mean?

I don't think he killed
any of these girls.

In fact, I don't think they know
anything happened to them.

What makes you think that?

I think the killing started

with our first
victim, Lisa Clark.

She disappeared 10 days
after the mother cut him off.

All right, you think
that triggered him?

Well, Yates needed the
money to lure young women.

Money he gets from giving
his mom sponge baths,

until she pulls the plug.

And that drives him to kill.

But without Mom's money,

his access to the women is gone.

Yeah, right, so in other
words, Mom cut it off.

Dr. Fleinhardt.

How goes it with
Don's storm-chasing?

Oh, I was right.

There was a change
in Carla Daniel's routine.

A snowboarding injury.

What, are you
examining parabolic arcs

and classic projectile motion?

Actually,

just practicing for the
physics department food fight.

Oh. You know, in any event,
Charles, I've rarely known

your instincts to be
wrong about such matters.

Yeah, well...

Figuring out other people's
problems doesn't seem difficult.

Are you referring to your dream?

Math isn't working.

And without it, you're lost.

Have you ever
stopped to ask yourself,

how do you feel
about your dream?

Mathematics aside.

Besides math? Um...

I, uh, guess, in the moment

that my dad was shot
and all I remember feeling

is alone.

What about with your mother?

It's funny, I... I kept wondering
why she made pancakes.

I thought you mentioned she
always used to make them.

Yeah, except I
never liked pancakes.

You never told her?

Don liked them.

I just kept pretending
to like them, too.

Hmm.

You know, numbers
may be abstract, Charles,

but nevertheless, they
are objective descriptions

of the world around us.

But dreams...

Dreams can only be
discernible to the dreamer.

Hey. So the bartender
said he was just there.

Yeah, the girlfriend
tipped him off.

So, we freeze his bank
accounts and credit cards.

I mean, how far can he get?

You know, we do that, and we're
gonna paint this guy into a corner.

How do you mean?

If we're not careful, we can
turn him into a spree killer.

A spree killer?

Yeah, a serial killer
hopes to get away with it.

A spree killer doesn't care.

All right, look, where's
the guy go for help?

His mother.

Okay, so you two go see her,
you get a warrant on her phone.

I'm gonna keep an eye on the bar,
maybe he'll show up there. Right?

We'll talk later.

I told you, we are not speaking.

You do understand that
your son's little killing spree

is gonna cost you, right?

What are you talking about?

His victims, Mrs. Yates,
and their bereaved families.

They're all going to want to
hold someone accountable.

For whatever Chandler has
done, I'm obviously very sorry.

But how is it any
of my responsibility?

It's not yet.

But we know he called you,
and if another woman is harmed...

He's not going to ruin
me. Not like his father did.

That man never worked
a day in his life, either.

He needs money.

How are you gonna get it to him?

He knows you're looking for him.

How?

I'm supposed to meet him
in the park in a little while.

I'm supposed to come alone.

David, you all set?

He comes this way, l got him.

Colby?

Yeah, I'm all set.

All right, he's 20 minutes late.

Wait, hold on a second. I see
somebody walking towards her.

I got him. David, you see him?

Yeah, I've got him.

Okay, he's talking to mom.
He's trying to get the money.

Three-six-nine-five to control.

Three-six-nine-five, go.

Yeah, patch me through
to my team, would you?

Three-six-nine-five, stand by.

Three-six-nine-five,

your team is in active pursuit
and is unable to respond.

All right. Copy that.

Look, show me a
355 Parker Street.

Roger that?

Roger that, three-six-nine-five

I'm showing that as the
residence of Lyndsey Fuller.

Copy that.

He just took the money.

All right, let him
exit the park.

Get him away
from all the people.

I'm on him.

He's moving toward
the parking lot.

He's headed for the Lexus.

Okay, all positions move in.

Grab him before
he gets to the car.

Yates! FBI! Stop!

Yates! Stop right
there, or I will shoot!

Back out of the car,

and turn around very slowly.

Put your hands in the air.

Three-six-nine-five to control.

Three-six-nine-five, go.

Request back-up.
Assault in progress.

I want my team and LAPD
rolling, Code three. ASAP now.

Three-six-nine-five, copy.

Assault in progress.

Three-five-five. Parker Street.

Units rolling, Code three.

Shh.

Shh. I'm with the FBI.

You okay? He's here.

He's in the house.

Yates! Yates!

Yates!

Yates!

Yates, this is the FBI here.

Yates!

Agent down.

We need a medic.

I used to come
out here to think.

I can see you do the same thing.

The house gets cluttered.

Dad says there's no room.

Your father's one to talk.

He used to fill that dining
room with his blueprints.

You are a lot like
him, you know that?

Am I?

You're both so certain
about yourselves,

about what you
expected from your lives.

But not you and Don.

Your brother and I were just
never as sure about ourselves.

I know what I want to ask you.

What is it, Charlie?

Do you regret it?

Regret what, sweetie?

Having to take care of me.

Spending those years at
Princeton, away from Dad.

Away from Don.

Your father and
I tried to give you

and your brother
what you both needed.

At the time, you
needed your mother.

How could I regret that choice?

But Don needed you, too.

Don is a wonderful man, Charlie.

Whatever mistakes I've made,

he's grown stronger for them.

And he's done it with your help.

I miss you.

Hey. I didn't even
know you were here.

Yeah, guess I
dozed off back there.

Boy, you got the good life, huh?

What are you up to?

Oh, it's just my statement.

You're gonna be
okay, though, right?

Yeah. What's up?

I, uh...

I don't want you to think
that... that you're alone.

What?

Seems like you've always
been left to take care of yourself.

Oh, Charlie...

Maybe that's why you
are the way you are.

Yeah, how's that?

Never allowed to be afraid.

Look, believe me, I
get afraid all the time.

You never show it.

Well, doesn't mean it
doesn't exist, you know.

I mean, I got a lot of
people counting on me.

I just want you to know this is
your home, here with me and Dad.

What? You don't think
I come around enough?

What's going on?

What are you boys doing?

Uh, it's just my
statement for the shooting.

Oh. Shooting, huh?

You, uh,

got a problem about it?

I did shoot a man.

Yeah, because you had no choice.

You always have a choice.

Well, then, the trick is to learn
how to live with the ones you make.

That would be the trick.

Want me to take a look?

Your old man still has
a few good ideas left.

Charlie...

You know, I can...
You know, I can, uh,

I can compute
bullet trajectories

based on the
layout of the house.

All right.

Where is the ballistics report?

Over here.

♪ Shelter from the storm ♪

Okay, let's see
what you got here...

♪ And if I pass this way again ♪

♪ You can rest assured ♪

♪ I'll always do
my best for her ♪

♪ On that I give my word ♪

♪ In a world of
steel-eyed death ♪

♪ And men who are
fighting to be warm ♪

♪ "Come in," she said ♪

♪ "I'll give you shelter
from the storm" ♪