Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 2, Episode 3 - Obsession - full transcript

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♪ Do you believe ♪

♪ In what you see ♪

♪ Motionless wheel ♪

♪ Nothing is real ♪

♪ Wasting my time ♪

♪ In the waiting line ♪

♪ Do you believe ♪

♪ In what you see ♪

♪ And I'll shout
and I'll scream ♪

Coming.



♪ But I'd rather not have seen ♪

Hello?

Hmm.

♪ For another day ♪

Hmm.

No!

911. What's your emergency?

Somebody, please help me...

Someone's trying to kill me!

Help me!

Uh, you know
what? It's all right.

Ever since they, uh, made
the goalie pads smaller,

my stats analysis has
been thrown off anyway, so...

You're no fun, man.



Hockey is... is...
is more than stats.

The stats are fun for... for me.

Why do they want pictures of us?

He's a famous mathematician!
No, don't do that.

Go ahead, get your vogue
on, Charlie, go ahead.

Hey. Victor Smith,
LAPD Threat Assessment.

Don Eppes. This is my brother,
Charlie. He consults with the Bureau.

What do you got here?

Looks like he broke
the security system.

Scared her pretty good.

What, she was
here all by herself?

Yeah, her husband's
overseas making a movie.

We called and left word.

Apparently, she's been
receiving threatening cards

and letters for some time now.

Never took them
seriously. Uh-huh?

Yeah, looks like this
psycho was nice enough

to use the US mail,
make this a federal case.

Well, lucky us.

Yeah, she's right
around the corner.

Skylar Wyatt. Amita loves her,
listens to her CDs all the time.

Oh, yeah?

Just hang back for
a second, will you?

All right, Officer,
I got it, thanks.

How you doing? I'm Don
Eppes. I'm with the FBI.

You okay?

I'm all right, I guess.

Mmm?

So, what can you tell
me about the intruder?

He had something over his face.
I couldn't really see him. I'm sorry.

Oh, that's all
right, I understand.

How long have you
been getting these letters?

About six months.

And you never reported
them to the police?

I thought if I told the police
that it'd be all over the news,

and I'd get even more letters.

Well, the first thing
that's going to happen is

we're going to have
to read the letters.

And, uh, if there's any others
that might have been sent

to your agents or managers
or any of those types,

we'll have to see them, as well.

Okay?

The guy got in my house.

You will get him, right?

Well, we're going
to do our best.

Stalkers fall into six
basic types: Rejected,

Resentful, Predatory,

Intimacy Seeker,

Incompetent Suitor...

What if you know somebody
who qualifies on all accounts?

What if you think
you're dating one?

You guys can laugh,
but studies show that 85%

of all women will
experience some form

of stalking in their lifetime.

It starts with flowers,
and then letters

and then dead bunnies.

Well, how about celebrities?

Public figures are typically stalked by
incompetent suitors or erotomaniacs.

And it's not that common for
celebrity stalkers to become violent.

Why do you think this one has?

Maybe the guy's approached
her at a public event.

He's insulted that she
didn't single him out

for some kind of
special attention.

You think Skylar Wyatt's
actually had contact with this guy?

Most likely without
her even knowing it.

$20,000 security system.
This guy's the Invisible Man.

Look, camera placement is
based on a sophisticated formula

of focal lengths and
field of view geometries.

They should have picked him up.

She calls 911, by the
time the police arrive

seven minutes
later, stalker is gone.

How come the cameras
didn't see him leave?

Maybe he hid in
the house, waited.

LAPD, they cleared it twice,
man. It makes no sense.

They found his
footprints outside.

Check with the neighbors. I mean, see
if anyone saw anything unusual, all right?

You know, stranger, cat missing.

Someone saw something.
He didn't just disappear.

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.

When you said that
you'd purchased a new car,

this isn't exactly
what I was picturing.

Oh, I know. I guess it was a
little impulsive of me, right?

Very Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

Nice car, Dr. Fleinhardt.

Is it new?

Well, only in the sense that
it's newly in my possession.

And it's, like, a '32?

Uh, '31, actually.

Dawn of an amazing decade.

FDR, Jesse Owens, Dirac's
prediction of antiparticles.

Yeah, our souls were rekindled.

I can't help but see it as
70-year-old technology.

You're just jealous because
you can't drive a stick shift.

Hey, you can't beat automatic
transmission with cruise control.

Charlie tells us you're looking
for Skylar Wyatt's stalker.

Yeah. Her security video
didn't pick up his image.

And I understand
that camera placement

is done by math formulas?

Well, whoever designed it
probably isn't as good as you,

so maybe you'll find
something they missed.

Larry, a more modern pursuit.

Okay.

Anything?

Yeah. So, on this block last night,
there was one Zone diet delivery,

two Atkins deliveries,
and a Jenny Craig.

What happened to
pizza and Chinese, man?

Well, this guy down here,
he had a pizza delivered.

Yes.

Of course, then he had a reflexologist
come by for about an hour and a half.

What about you? What'd you get?

In addition to the usual
crowd of paparazzi,

there's been cable, satellite,

and Department
of Water and Power.

And not much empathy
for Skylar Wyatt.

Yeah, well, I guess I
can understand that.

How so?

Well, I'm just saying,
if I paid for this view,

I wouldn't want it ruined
by people standing around

trying to take pictures
of my neighbor

sunbathing topless, you know?

Chvatal's Art Gallery Theorem?

That would assume a simple
polygon, though, wouldn't it?

Polygons.

Wow.

I was wondering why
we had no cereal left

or anything else that
was in the cupboard.

- What in the world...
- I needed the cartons.

We're building a replica
of Skylar Wyatt's house.

We're checking the positioning of
her security cameras for a blind spot.

Why don't you just go to
the house and use that?

Well, as part of this test, we need
to be able to manipulate these walls

so as to determine what types of angles
would be possible under different scenarios.

That'll help us calculate
these potential blind spots.

And for some reason, they won't let
us move the walls of the actual house.

How inflexible of them.

What is, uh... What are those?

That's where the FBI
found two footprints.

Ah. What conclusions
have you come up with?

Well, for some reason,
we have too many cameras.

That's probably because neither
one of you can read a blueprint.

Let me just take a look at this.

Now, you see here, you got
the slide door in the wrong place,

and the dimension of
the parapet is wrong.

It's too high.

Let me fix it for you.

I... I feel like I'm in
the fifth grade again.

Remember, uh... Remember, Dad,
when we did that shoebox thing?

Yeah, the diorama. Right.

Of Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.

That's the one. ALAN: Yeah.

Your mother and I were so
happy to be able to help you out

with anything school-related that you conned
us into doing the whole thing for you.

Hey, what are you... I helped
calculate the aspect ratios

so we could get
the depth effect right.

Yeah, and certainly,
aspect ratios were the key

to perhaps the greatest
oratory ever written.

There it is. Right size.

Every entry and exit point
seems to be covered in this array.

The cameras should
have seen him.

Okay, well, forgive me if I
seem overly reductive here,

but how do we know anyone
was actually in this house?

Well, you had
that celebrity, right?

She said she saw him.

Right. And plus, there are
also these footprints, Larry.

I mean, this isn't,
uh, Sasquatch.

Must be something
wrong with the cameras.

They were all functioning.

Well, maybe there's something
wrong with the way they function.

Okay, let's remember: the
human eye can only detect color

within a certain narrow
range of the spectrum.

Now, a camera which replicates
the ability of the human eye,

is just as limited,
if not more so.

You're right.

The camera's an eye

and eyes don't see everything.

The cameras looked right at
the stalker, just didn't know it.

How does that happen?

The camera's iris is designed to
imitate the function of the human eye.

When we stare directly
into light, our pupil contracts,

keeping too much
light from blinding us.

And when it's dark,
our pupils dilate,

gathering in all
the light it can find.

A camera's iris works
the exact same way.

It widens when it's dark,
narrows when it's light.

Of course, the human eye
does this much more smoothly.

A camera has a device
called a galvanometer,

which opens and closes its iris.

And, no doubt, your stalker had
a remote tuned to the frequency

of the cameras'
galvanometer control.

All he had to do was freeze
the iris here, here, here.

Each time, he only needed a
second that looked perfectly natural,

like the second it takes for a
camera to adjust from dark to light.

Yeah, but to know what
the camera positions were

and then to move with
such incredible timing...

He would have had to have
had access to the grounds

prior to the night
of the break-in.

But, well, you're just talking
speculation now, right?

Absolutely, it was, until
I ran a curvelet analysis

on the obscured
portions of the recording.

Curvelet's a mathematical analysis
that defines the edges of an image.

The analysis reformatted
the pixels that were available

producing the stalker's image.

Wow. If I didn't know any better,
I'd say our stalker was a ghost.

We're running down anyone who's had
access to Skylar's place in the past year.

Contractor, the
pool guy, everybody.

Well, whoever it was
studied those cameras,

you know, I mean,
their positions.

Somehow, was able to
get past them... I don't know.

We'll work it. Right. Hey.

Hey, can Charlie get anything
else off that video image?

Well, he's working on it.

How about you and those letters?

I think I got
something interesting.

Interesting good
or interesting bad?

It's never that good when
it comes to a psychopath.

But these are
the last 20 letters

that Skylar received
from this guy. Uh-huh.

They're filled with expressions
of apologetic behavior.

So he knew what he
was doing was wrong.

Actually, he thinks
he's being responsible.

He's afraid he offended
her with the previous one,

so now he's trying to make up
for it with acts of kindness and love.

But then, his tone
changes again.

In these last few, he's saying, "You're
an idiot and people are using you.

"And if you're not careful,
you're going to end up dead."

I'd say that's when
he started stalking her.

And when were these sent?

Three weeks ago.

So give me some things that
might trigger a change like that.

Well, something happened that
he perceives to be a rejection,

and he's afraid of being alone.

And he's mad at his victim
for putting him in this position.

That's when stalking
usually begins.

All right, so we should
narrow our search down

to people who've
had contact with her

in, like, the last three
weeks. Mmm-hmm.

What do you think the chances
are of him laying low for a while?

None.

He'll keep coming back
at her again and again

until he's successful,
or until we stop him.

So you're saying that this nut job
could be somebody that I know?

Yeah, but probably only
that you know vaguely.

Thank you. Uh, maybe
that you met at a public event

or somebody that
you worked with.

Or maybe someone stopped you or
asked you for an autograph recently...

I had a CD signing a
couple of weeks ago.

There were a lot of fans there.

Does that help you any?

Well, a couple weeks ago is
when the letters started escalating.

I could probably get a warrant

to look at the security videos.

Damn it.

All right, look, I know
this is difficult for you, but...

But what? It comes with the
territory? It's a necessary evil?

No, actually, I was gonna say I
respect the way you're handling this.

Sorry.

When you can't even
look out your own window

you start to consider if maybe
the alternative isn't better.

And the alternative is?

Gary, Indiana.

My mom lives there.

The people treat me regular.

Would you trade it?

What? Fame for
privacy? Are you kidding?

Not me. No, thank you.

What about the money?

Hey,

I took this job, didn't I?

What's up?

DWP.

Didn't David and Colby say something
about them being here last week?

Yeah.

That's two meter readings in the
same neighborhood in less than a week.

Hmm. Seems strange.

Gentlemen.

Hi, how's it going? Good.

Yeah, we're making progress. Not
much yet, but there is something.

Well, anything that can help with
height, build, maybe coloration.

Well, we have a better outline.

Let me show you.

Oh, okay, that's something.

And in this image, he may not
have the nylon over his head.

Yeah, so that with further enhancement,
we could maybe see some facial features.

Oh, that would
be really helpful,

but how are you gonna build
an image out of nothing at all?

Well, that's what
we do in astronomy.

We capture tiny amounts of data
from powerful radio telescopes.

We use them to construct images
of entire galaxies, light-years distant.

And that's the same math as
this? That's pretty amazing. Yeah.

What's the best we can hope for?

Well, there's almost no limit to
how much a photo can be enhanced.

In fact, you only get into
deeper math, the more you...

Yeah, all it takes is math
that hasn't been done yet.

Oh, okay.

Are we working on the case, or
are we trying to win a Nobel Prize?

There is no Nobel
Prize for mathematics.

Really? You're kidding.

They say that Alfred
Nobel's mistress had an affair

with a very famous
mathematician.

So, naturally, Nobel wouldn't
want to share his prize with his rival.

So, all you math guys are aced out
'cause one of you was good in bed.

Guess so.

What is this? I don't know.
That was here when I got here.

This was in-in my office?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, just taped
right here to the blackboard.

It's very pretty, Charlie.

Pink stationery. Is it
a love note or what?

It's not signed.

Oh, secret admirer.

It's from someone who says she's a fan
of my work on low-dimensional topology.

Well, yeah...

And she's a fan of my hair.

Oh, come on. Is this
Amita's handwriting, or what?

I don't know. Maybe. Hmm.

Why wouldn't Amita sign it?

I don't know.

The owner of the
supply store says

Jerry Wilcox bought a uniform for
the Department of Water and Power.

What? Anyone can just
buy one of their uniforms?

Yeah, but the thing is,
utility workers get a voucher.

This guy paid for
it with a credit card.

That's why the store
owner remembers him.

Uh-huh. We got anything on him?

Other than the fact
that even stalkers

don't take good
pictures at the DMV?

Pulled his tax returns.
Listed occupation: Journalist.

Colby's out hunting him down.

He has no criminal record, but the neighbors
haven't seen him in about two days.

What's up? Colby
just found Wilcox.

Yeah?

Hollywood Hills patrol unit

spotted the Jeep with
the driver-side door open.

Figured the guy made a run
for it, ran out of real estate.

His body was down
in the brush over here.

How long has he been dead?

According to the coroner's
report, about 24 hours.

So that's what? Like, two days after
the break-in at Skylar Wyatt's house?

Yeah. Anything else?

Well, the Jeep is registered to a Sunshine
Incorporated, so David's running that down.

Anything inside it?

Yeah, the usual
stuff. Insurance card...

They did find some computer stuff,
peripherals, CDRs, memory sticks.

We should be canvassing these houses,
obviously, see if anyone saw anything.

All right.

Find something? Think so.

Check this out.

Skylar Wyatt's house?

You said this guy
was a journalist?

So what's he doing up here?

Wilcox was a photographer.

But taking pictures of her
after breaking into her house

doesn't fit the
profile of our stalker.

Maybe he wasn't the stalker.

Maybe the stalker caught him up
here taking pictures of the girl's house.

And lashed out in
a possessive rage?

Looks like he's in one
of his own tabloid stories.

Something wrong?

I think most of the people over
here would probably say yes.

Just trying to earn a
living, Detective. FBI.

Feds? What's going on?

This is what you do, huh?

You stand out here taking
pictures of people having lunch?

Every one of these so-called
celebrities were nobodies

begging to have
their photos taken.

Believe me, they'd
all start complaining

if guys like me
stopped coming around.

I'm not so sure Jerry
Wilcox would agree with that.

Somebody certainly didn't
seem to like what he was up to.

I heard what
happened. It's a shame.

Yeah, we stopped by your
office. We know he worked for you.

Yeah. Jerry was a nice guy.
Worked for me as a freelancer.

He got a shot, I'd buy it.

Come on. What do you guys want?

Actually, gonna need to
borrow this for a second.

This came off of
Wilcox's camera.

It's got your company's
logo on it, so I'm assuming

you got some software in
here that'll tell us what's on it.

What is this?

I have no idea. Now
can I get back to work?

Soon as you tell us what Wilcox
was doing the night he died

out near Skylar Wyatt's house.

Looks like Brad Pitt's
about to pay his check, dude.

All right, look, tabloids pay top
dollars for two kinds of photos.

Celebrities with babies,
celebrities with lovers.

Last time I checked, Skylar
Wyatt didn't have a kid.

I couldn't see his face very well, but I'm
pretty sure this was not the man in my house.

Who is he?

He's a photographer, and
he was killed the other night.

From where we found his
body, he may have been

trying to take
photographs of you.

Do you know, on my honeymoon, they waited
six hours to get a photo of me topless?

What kind of life is that?

Well, we checked, uh,
the photographer's e-mails.

The day he was
murdered, he did, in fact,

send a number of
messages to various tabloids.

Messages about what?

Seems he thought
he was going to get

some very valuable photographs
of you the night that he died.

Well, I went to bed at
9:00. I took an Ambien.

So no idea what he might
have expected to see?

No. None.

I noticed your husband hasn't
rushed home from Europe yet.

I told you, he's
away doing a movie.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Look, Skylar, a man has broken into
your home, and now there's a man dead.

Now, we can't keep
this quiet anymore.

And I don't want to upset you any more
than you already are, but if I have to,

I will subpoena your phone
records, your e-mail, I don't care.

And if you think your
personal life is public now...

Dante Baker.

The rap star?

I was supposed to
see him that night.

Only he didn't show
up, so I went to bed.

Now you know my secrets.

Do you know why he didn't show?

No, you'll have to ask Dante.

But you were having
a relationship with him?

If you could call
that a relationship.

The truth is my husband has been
done with his movie for three weeks.

And since then, he's
been in post production,

which basically means he's
away in Paris with his lead actress.

But I'm sure you
already know that, right?

It's all over the tabloids.

We don't really read tabloids.

Yo, what up with these fools?

Hey!

Fore, jackasses!

Jeez, do you believe this?

Yo, yo. Let me get you back,
man. Let me get you back.

Can I help you gentlemen?

We'd like to talk to Mr. Baker.

Well, Dante's golfing now. So...

No, no, no. That ain't golfing,
man. I saw that practice swing.

You're using your
wrists way too much, bro.

Oh, yeah, well, maybe you want
to show me what I'm doing wrong?

I would love to.

David.

Just going to drive the club head
right through the zone, all right?

Watch.

Oh, yeah.

Just like that. You
see that, man?

That is a beautiful shot. That's
going to play nicely for you.

We'd like to ask
you a few questions.

About what?

About a dead photographer
found up on Mulholland.

You know anything about him?

You know, I think maybe I
ought to talk to my lawyer first.

Why would you want to spend
money talking to a lawyer, Dante?

It's a lot cheaper than
talking to you guys.

Thanks for the lesson.

So if this rapper Dante Baker
is sleeping with Skylar Wyatt,

maybe Wilcox goes
up on Mulholland

to get a picture of the
two of them together.

So, what? Baker finds out
and he beats him to death?

I mean, there was
a history of assault.

I read something about
a fight at an awards show.

Or maybe, the killer is the
stalker if he thinks that Skylar

is going to be
exploited by Wilcox.

Charlie thinks he's going to
get an image of the stalker today.

How you doing on the
handwriting analysis?

Secret Service ran it through
something called FISH.

Forensic Information
System for Handwriting.

And you know who
worked on the program?

Let me guess.

You've got to
drive it more, Larry.

I mean, you just take it to
campus then bring it home.

That car deserves the
open road, Fleinhardt.

Yeah, but the very thought of staining
that perfect finish with sooty exhaust,

exposing it to the negligence of
some Humvee driver on a cell phone...

All right, Larry, it's a car.

It's whole function is to transport
you from point A to point B.

See, this is the philosophical schism
between a student of applied science

and a student of the cosmos.

For me, aesthetic beauty
is... It's function enough.

Well, the aesthetic beauty
of the sun is that it works,

not just that it's bright.

Hell of a point.

Well,

maybe it's more
art than a machine.

Hey, Megan. Hey, guys.

Hey. Uh, you're here for
the photo enhancement.

It's, um... It's still,
you know, enhancing.

No, I'm here for FISH.

You mean the, uh,

Forensic Information
System for Handwriting?

All I'll say is that I helped develop
an algorithm for the Secret Service,

uh, based on segmentation,
or writing elements,

that are considered to be in
isolation, such as whole words

or words separated
by pen lifts...

At the moment, we're not
having a lot of luck with it.

Yeah, and I've always thought
that we missed something

in the development
of the software.

So I'm going to take another
crack at it. What do you say?

I thought you'd never ask.

Thanks, Charlie.

Wow.

You know, the thing about this car, it's
such a classic design and engineering.

It's more like a work
of art than a vehicle.

Yes, I was saying
the exact same thing.

Dr. Fleinhardt, you have to promise
to take me for a ride in this car.

Okay.

Yeah, we could tool around in
the parking lot together, certainly.

Okay. Sure.

If you're thinking of sending
these letters to Amita,

I would rethink your approach.

Laugh riot, Father.

This is for the stalking case.

I'm now working on a
handwriting algorithm.

Oh, I see. To try to identify
who wrote them, huh?

And to single out those that
might be written by different people.

Well, they seem to have
been written by the same guy.

They do, don't they?

Yeah.

You know, I've always
said, handwriting,

it's a lot like,
like gymnastics.

Writing is like
running a floor routine,

the component
moves are like letters,

unique to the person
that executes them.

Handwriting analysis looks
for similarities and differences

in shapes and letters,
choices of writing utensil.

Problem is, the gamma distribution
used in the FISH program is limited.

It misses things. It's stupid.

Charlie, hey.

Hey, Colby. How you doing?

Well, hey. Mr. Eppes,
nice to see you.

So Don sent me down
here to check and see

how the handwriting
analysis was going.

I was just telling my father that
we failed to have the FISH program

take into account that the
shape of an individual letter

varies depending on
where it's placed in a word.

You write an "o" differently if
there's an "s" placed in front of it.

Accounting for that, I found some
interesting things about these letters

that we didn't expect.

All right, what was that?

Hey, look at this. This
letter was an original.

Hey, Charlie, they let you
handle actual evidence?

Give that to me.

There shouldn't be originals,
you should only have copies.

Actually, that's not one
of Skylar Wyatt's letters.

Yeah, I know. It's
addressed to you.

Is that lavender I smell?

Yes. Lavender.

Nice, Charlie.

I got to take this. I'll be
right back. So who's it from?

Who the hell knows?
It's not signed.

Not signed? No.

Since when does a college professor
receive anonymous fan letters?

You kidding?

Richard Feynman was a stud.

He got marriage
proposals by the dozen.

Einstein was a true sex symbol.

Charlie, don't you
think that's from Amita?

Actually, um, no, because I
already compared it to her writing.

Oh.

So the old FISH
system is inefficient,

but it kicked out a
name, Lawrence Pike.

His handwriting
matches the stalker's.

Okay, that's all good, but...

But the problem is this
guy's been in jail in Utah

for the last three months,
so he can't be the stalker.

Which is exactly what
I was about to tell you.

The same person did not
write all of these letters.

My analysis says there's
a first writer and a copycat.

A copycat stalker?

Yeah, the guy who wrote
the original letters is in jail.

But Charlie says the guy who
wrote these most recent ones

is mimicking his handwriting and
even tracing some of the words.

And do we know which ones
are written by stalker number two?

According to your
brother, the last four.

Well, that coincides with the
escalation in threats against Skylar.

Right. So, I mean, obviously,
if he copied the letters,

he knew they existed.

Right. He has access to
Skylar and to her home.

And we know it's not the husband,
because he's been overseas the entire time.

Right. All right, so I think we
should be putting together a list

of everyone who worked
for her in the last year.

That's housekeepers,
gardeners, trainers, security...

Anybody who could have had
access to those letters. Exactly.

What about the
boyfriend, Dante Baker?

Yeah, but how's he going to know that
Wilcox is up on Mulholland that night?

I mean, I'm guessing the same
way Wilcox knew about Skylar.

Someone probably tipped him off.

So we should be focusing on
connecting Baker to that murder.

What do you got?

These are the photos from the
digital disk we found in Wilcox's SUV.

They're all time stamped just a
few hours before he was killed.

I've been trying to
pinpoint a location.

Wait, so what's this? Why
is he taking pictures of...

I mean, it's bricks, right?
- Uh-huh.

Looks like he's trying to calibrate
the camera, take a bunch of pictures,

see if everything's
working. I don't know.

Well, wherever this is, he was
there just a few hours before he died.

Techs blew it up. There's
nothing in the background,

no way to pinpoint an address.

You should go talk to the girl again, see
if she showed those letters to anyone else.

Okay. You think you have
something with these photos?

I think so. I mean, I
read something about

using shadows
to find a location.

It involves math.

I'm going to run it by Charlie.

Find out where he is with
the security video, already.

Boy, he's certainly earning
his consulting fee on this one.

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Hey, Skylar. Hey.

Give me a minute.

Thanks.

Guess you have to keep in
shape for your job, too, huh?

I have an audition
in three weeks.

So have you
learned anything yet?

We have.

We're, uh... We're
making some progress.

Good.

Right now, what I need to know is if
anyone besides you saw the letters

that you received
from the stalker.

No, I don't think so.

And where did you keep them?

In the kitchen in a drawer.

Some of them I didn't even open.

Then I think I'll need
a list of everyone

who's had access to the kitchen.

Okay.

I wouldn't even think
you'd read these tabloids

after everything that
you've been through.

Generally, I don't.

A friend of mine works
as an editor at that one.

She was nice to me
when I first started out.

I gave her the exclusive rights

to my wedding photos,
for whatever that was worth.

Do you think I'm unapproachable?

Charlie, your status on
this campus and in your field

is beyond that of
most professors.

Whoever this is, I'm sure
they're just afraid to tell me.

Well, fear of rejection,
that's powerful.

Many a scientist has
not published his work

for fear of being ridiculed
by his colleagues.

You know, this isn't the first
time I've received a love letter.

When I published my first article in
the American Journal of Mathematics,

I was invited to
spend the weekend

at a bed-and-breakfast
in Santa Barbara.

Yeah? Did you go?

I was 14.

My mother had to break the news to a very
embarrassed female professor at Berkeley.

Anyone I know?

Actually...

Charlie, Larry, how
you doing? Hey.

How's the photo
enhancement coming?

The program's been running
through the image we got

from Skylar Wyatt's
video cameras.

This is what we have so far.

Uh, that's not enough
for a positive ID.

It's still working.

That's great. We have
something new for you to look at.

It's related to the same case.

Now, we don't have an address,

but we're trying to find
out where this place is.

I noticed that the basketball
hoop was casting a shadow.

I thought I read somewhere
that you can calculate a location

based on shadows.

Spherical Astronomy.
Spherical Astronomy.

What's that? Well, it's a
way of looking at the cosmos

to define one's
location on the Earth.

Sailors use it when
they're lost at sea.

Cosmologists use it, uh,
when we're just plain lost.

And it just happens to
be the same math used

with sundials.

Agent Sinclair, you
just happen to be talking

to two card-carrying members of
the North American Sundial Society.

Oh. Let the good times roll.

Of course, for this to work now,

you're going to need
more than one photograph.

Uh, just so happens...

There you go.

Okay.

You're sure these time
stamps are accurate?

Yeah, we think so.

Now, we need to measure
the length of the pole

as well as these shadows.

Well, the basketball hoop
looks like it's regulation height.

Ten feet. Yeah,
and those are bricks

on that driveway. Right.

Bricks? How does that help?

Well, they're the same size.

It allows us to measure the
movement of the shadows.

By measuring the
length of the shadows

against the bricks
and then factoring in

the exact times that these
two images were snapped,

the equation can then determine

the altitude of
the sun on a grid.

Then by mathematically
overlaying these images,

I can provide to
you, with certainty,

latitude and longitude down
to a hundredth of a degree.

Hold on a second!

Oh, man...

Well, if you're looking
for Dante, he's not here.

Actually, we're looking for you.

Me?

You want to step
outside, please?

All right, what's this about?

Well, we've been
looking at some pictures.

Of what? Your house.

Yeah, and one of them actually
happens to be a picture of you

standing in Skylar
Wyatt's backyard.

It's not like you think it is.

Yeah? So why don't
you tell us about this?

Which we found at your house.

Along with these.

Or do you go both ways?

Is that the problem, Orville?

Look, we know you drove Dante
to Skylar's house many times

before that night.

You knew that they
were lovers, didn't you?

Come on.

You told Wilcox, right?

I didn't say anything to him.

Oh, come on, Orville.

Wilcox is on the top
of a hill with a camera

the night that your boss is going
to have sex with Skylar Wyatt.

Is that just a coincidence?

Look, I didn't tell Wilcox
nothing about Dante and Skylar.

You understand me? Nothing.

All right, why don't
you take a look at this?

'Cause this puts him at your
house the day he was killed.

Yeah, he was there.

But it wasn't to meet me.

So what are you
saying, Dante told him?

Why would Dante do that?

Dante said he was
banging this big pop star.

Only, if no one knows he's
doing her, what good is it to him?

What are you saying? He
wanted pictures of him with the girl?

He was using her.

And afterwards, he'd
talk trash about her.

He didn't know her,
he didn't care about her.

Not the way that you did?

She was nice to me.

Dante would leave me in the kitchen
when he went upstairs to be with her.

Sometimes she would come
down and we would talk, you know.

And then, when she had to leave,

she would tell me I could
help myself to whatever.

And that's when
you found the letters?

I just wanted her to know
that Dante was using her.

I just wanted to scare her.

So you broke into her house.

Just to show her
that she wasn't safe.

You know, that she needed
somebody to protect her,

that she needed me.

You had to kill the photographer to
stop him from taking those pictures.

No! No.

I wasn't even there that night.

I couldn't stand to be around
anymore when D was with her.

I was at a club all night.

About a dozen people
who can vouch for me.

We want assurances that
whatever is said in this room

remains confidential.

Yeah, well, that's
not going to happen.

Well, then, I'd like the record
to reflect that we met voluntarily

and that we ended this meeting
the same way. We're done.

Hold on, Counselor. It's not a
question of "if". We know he told Wilcox.

I mean, you think you're going have
any street cred when the media finds out

you sold Skylar
Wyatt to the tabloids?

You're taking this to
a new level here, pal.

How's "D Bitch" sound?

Look, you can't prove that my
client was the source of this tip.

Your client's cell
phone records.

Three phone calls to Jerry Wilcox
two weeks before the murder.

What happened that night?

Why didn't you
show up at Skylar's?

I did show up.

It was Skylar who wasn't there.

Yo, you got my
cell phone records.

I called Wilcox from my
Hummer at Skylar's house.

I assume you people
can triangulate the call.

Even if that's true, it still puts your
client in the vicinity of the murder.

All right, look, we suspect that

you may eventually
find forensic evidence

that places my client
at the crime scene.

What do you mean,
"at the crime scene"?

I was there

but I didn't kill him.

He was already dead.

All right, then why don't
you tell us all about it?

I got to Skylar's. She
wasn't home. I waited.

And then I tried to
call Wilcox to tell him

it wasn't going to happen,
and I didn't get an answer.

So I drove up to Mulholland
where he was supposed to be.

He was just laying
on the ground.

I could tell he
wasn't breathing.

So you just took off?

I'm the one who had
him up on that hill.

I wanted those
photographs to be seen.

Now why the hell would I kill
him to stop him from taking them?

I don't know, but
we're going to find out.

Skylar.

Hello. Can you give
me a second, please?

Have you learned anything new?

Yeah, why don't
we step over here?

Just spoke to Dante. Claims he was
at your house the night of the murder.

Only he says you weren't there.

Well, maybe I didn't hear him.

I told you I was
tired that night.

He also tipped Wilcox
off about the two of you.

I can't say you look
very surprised, Skylar.

You know he called
five magazines that day,

trying to start a bidding
war for those pictures?

You did know that, didn't you?

Because one of those magazines
is where your friend works.

And she called you and told
you what he was planning.

We traced the call, Skylar.

You have any idea
what it's like to be sold?

To know that the man
that you thought loved you

had arranged to sell photos
of you and him having sex?

So you were up there that night?

I found Wilcox,

and I told him

that I thought what he
was doing was despicable.

Know what he did?

He started snapping
photos of me.

So I grabbed his camera and

he fell to the ground.

And he grabbed my ankle
and he wouldn't let go.

So I picked up his tripod

and I hit him over the head.

He was just laying there.

He was just moaning,
trying to move.

I ran.

These people try to
justify what they're doing

by claiming that
it's the price of fame.

Now one of them has
to pay for a change.

Skylar, I need you to put
your hands behind your back.

Let's go. MEGAN: Come on.

Turn around.

I can't retrofit a 1931
car with seat belts.

Why not? Because it's
not authentic to the period.

Well, I know that. What I meant
was, it's authentic to this period.

It's totally physics, Larry. I
mean, without a seat belt,

you could get hurt
even in a minor accident.

Look, if I'm in an accident in
that car, I hope I don't survive.

Look, it's a love
affair, me and that car.

With affairs of the heart,

you know, sometimes common
sense gets thrown out the window.

Yeah, or through the windshield.

Hey, speaking of affairs of
the heart, did you ever find out

who sent you that
anonymous note?

Oh, yeah, I was wondering
about that. No, not yet.

I think we should run a
handwriting analysis against

the school's records office.

You know what? I've
decided I don't need to know.

Oh, yes, you do.

Whoever it was, they
chose not to sign it,

maybe because they're
just not ready to tell me.

Well, I think that's very wise.

Let your life retain
some mystery.

Yeah. Besides, you
haven't figured out what to do

with the girl you
already know about.