Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 2, Episode 4 - Calculated Risk - full transcript

Daniel, come on, let's go!

Honey! I gotta get to the
lawyers. I don't want to be late!

I'll be right down, Mom.

Mom?

Twenty bucks says
that gun goes nowhere.

I don't know. I think we
might find something.

Doesn't look very
professional to me.

Why is that, 'cause he
missed? Pros miss, you know.

Yeah, only this one didn't.

So who is she?

Victim's name is Lucinda Shay.



Shay. Why do I know the name?

She was the chief financial
officer at the Syntel Corporation.

Oh, yeah. That's that energy
company. The big stock fraud case.

Bankruptcy, all that?

And Shay was the whistle-blower.

Her testimony was supposed
to sink the other executives.

Well, looks like she did pretty
well before she blew the whistle.

Witness for the prosecution
doesn't show for a prep session,

AUSA called the
marshals, and they find this.

Multiple gunshots. They found
a Beretta lying near the body.

Four spent rounds.

Estimated the time of
death a couple of hours ago.

And why weren't
the marshals on it?

Nobody ordered
protective custody.



Why is that? It's a
white collar fraud case.

Nobody expects Martha Stewart

to go down in a hail of bullets.

Well, we should get the
whereabouts of everybody

she was testifying
against, that's for sure.

You really want to ask
the CEO of the Syntel Corp

where he was at 8:00
a.m. this morning?

Yeah, that's right.
Thomas Galway?

We'll ask if we get
past the lawyers.

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.

It's the preliminary report
on the shooter's gun, David.

The serial number is intact.

Gun show in Nevada,
private collector.

No background check,
no record of sale.

As predicted, the
gun is a dead end.

I don't know why
that makes you happy.

That could leave us with
about 6,000 suspects.

Every single ex-Syntel employee.

We should see if we can get the
whiz kid in here to give us a hand.

"Whiz kid"?

I assume you're
talking about me?

Charlie, hey. I
didn't, you know...

That's all right. I'm gonna
choose to take it as a compliment.

Hey, thanks for
coming. No problem.

Hey, did the kid see anything?

Well, if he did, he's
not saying anything.

I didn't know Lucinda
Shay had a kid.

Yeah, a little boy named Daniel.

What, you knew her?

I met her a few times.

When the scandal
first broke at the SEC,

I was asked to examine
the accounting related

to Syntel's offshore
partnerships.

She was very helpful.

Yeah, well, a sweetheart
plea bargain will do that for you.

You know, I don't
think she understood

what Syntel was doing at first,

but once she figured it
out, she blew the whistle.

Was her son there when... Yeah.

What can I do?

Well, we're putting
together a list

of former employees
and shareholders.

Maybe you could narrow it down?

I've already analyzed
the company's SEC filings.

It's a pretty good picture of who
made money, who lost money.

All right, well, whatever you
can do, we'd appreciate it.

You got it. Thanks.

What's going to
happen to her son?

We don't know. She
was a single-parent mom.

We're trying to run down
the father, any other relative,

but, uh, so far no luck.

I'll be right back, okay?

How's he doing?

There's some blunt affect
in response to the trauma.

What's that, like some kind of
post-traumatic shock kind of thing?

A little. This is more immediate,
and hopefully it's temporary.

But he's like an
overloaded circuit.

He's just shut down right now.

I'm going to need
him to talk to us.

I know that. But he's
too fragile right now.

I know, but if he knows
who shot his mother...

It's exactly the problem.
He probably did,

and he's a little boy
and he's terrified.

And if we push him too far now,

we may never get what we need.

All right, all right.

Hey, Daniel.

I'm Don Eppes.
Remember? From before?

Look, I'm... I'm sorry about
what happened to your mom.

You know, I know how
rough this must be for you,

what... what you
must be thinking.

Actually, you know, to be honest,
I... I don't know what you're thinking,

but I... I do know something
about what you're feeling.

You know, not too
long ago, my mom died.

Yeah. She was
like the one person

who had the... the right
answer for everything.

You know, I mean all the time.

And then, all of a
sudden, she was gone.

Here's what I'm hoping,

that you and I maybe
could partner up.

Maybe help each other out.

I need to know if you saw
anything this morning, Daniel.

No.

You sure?

The doorbell rang.

And your mom answered it?

Did you hear any voices?

Just the gun.

What about after?

Did you see anything,
hear anyone?

All right, okay.

Hey, that's a good
start. Good job.

I want...

I want her to come back.

Yeah.

I know you do. Me, too.

Charles?

I wish you wouldn't do that.

Sorry, I'm sorry. But why are you
splitting a tree-pruning algorithm?

I'm trying to reduce

a cumbersome set of
variables to a common point.

Okay, well, a bit of
pruning I understand,

but why divide it into subsets?

Because I'm dealing with two
different groups of suspects,

each with almost
opposite motives

for committing the same crime.

One set lost money
and wants revenge.

The other made money
and wants to keep it.

Oh, this is about Syntel
Corp. How do you know that?

Well, I heard about the chief
financial officer being killed.

You might recall, I lost a
considerable investment in Syntel.

Yeah? Well, you've got
an alibi for this morning?

I'm kidding.

Oh, no, don't be so quick
to dismiss me as a suspect.

Why, how much you lose?

$175,000. Dollars?

Look, in my defense, I didn't
count on being defrauded.

Whoa. Well, are you...
Are you okay, financially?

Yeah, I mean, it's...
Let's just say the words,

uh, "Publish or perish" have
taken on a brand-new meaning.

But, yeah, I mean, fortunately,

I've hedged my bets on Google.

Well, help me, then. I've,
uh, I've got to combine

two different
groups of suspects,

according to monetary
incentives and risk-reward ratios.

So we need to rank them according to
their motive for committing the murder.

That's right. Okay, what do
these variables here express?

Well, I derived them
from the bankruptcy data.

I assigned probability
values to motives

according to the suspect's
current circumstances.

Current circumstances, like,
what, where are they now, or...

Right. Okay.

Charles. Mmm?

Just as a thought
experiment. Hmm.

What if you didn't know the
story of the Garden of Eden?

Adam and Eve.

Let's say you met them after
they were exiled from Eden.

Now, if they both
suffered equally

under the same punishment,

how would you know which of them

had taken the bite
from the forbidden fruit?

The outcome doesn't provide us
enough information to discern the inputs.

If I really want to
figure out who's guilty,

I've got to reconstruct
the original fraud at Syntel.

Precisely. You've got
to go back to the apple.

Always happy to
take a walk in the park.

Well, just so you know, I mean,

I... I know you're
prosecuting Thomas Galway

and the other Syntel executives.

You caught the
Lucinda Shay murder.

Yeah.

I guess it's true what they say.

Dark clouds do
have silver linings.

Ah, you're too kind to me.

Gracias.

Look, I figure
losing your witness

is obviously not going
to be great for your case.

Without Shay's testimony,

I can't prove Galway authorized
bogus Syntel accounting.

Right.

Can you put the murder on him?

What, you think a CEO of a Fortune
500 company would kill a federal witness?

Pull the trigger? Probably not.

Galway's pond scum.

If hanging onto $40
million is involved...

All right, where do I find him?

At the moment, he's
in Vancouver. What?

Galway rubbed some
pretty powerful elbows.

The judge gave
him a travel pass.

Unbelievable.

He should be back
tomorrow. Not that it matters.

Well, why do you say that?

The guy's got a
legion of attorneys.

There's no way they're
going to let him talk to the FBI.

What if I offer him protection?

A revenge thing.

I knew there was
a reason I liked you.

If he turns me
down, he looks guilty.

Because if he's involved
in Lucinda Shay's murder,

the guy knows that he's
not in any danger, right?

It just might get
you in the door.

That's what I'm thinking.

Thanks.

No problem.

Turns out I'm a
pretty cheap date.

Hey, Charlie.

Hey. Seen Don?

He went to meet that
prosecutor in the Syntel case.

They're working some
angle to get us close

to the executives that
were about to go on trial.

Oh, good. Because my analysis

is taking longer
than I anticipated.

Why is that? I realized that the
only way to accurately assess motive

for any of these suspects is
to reconstruct the original fraud.

Oh, yeah? How
long will that take?

Um, I need to
correlate functions

from several million transactions
in Syntel's trading business.

But you know, if I use the
supercomputer at school,

it should only take a few hours.

Yeah? A few hours?
That sounds good.

I'll give them the old "I'm
trying to stop a killer" line.

Maybe they'll push me up.

There you go. Thanks, Charlie.

So how's our kid doing?

Uh, I guess he's a little
better, but you know,

how would any of us
be doing in his situation?

Yeah.

Any word from Family Services?

There is no father
in the picture,

and we found a grandmother
in, uh, Bethany, Oklahoma.

She has a heart
condition and she can't fly.

So what happens to him?

Well, tonight he's gonna
go to this group home.

Oh, come on, you gotta be
kidding me. That's a nightmare.

You know what
those places are like.

I know, but I called WITSEC

and they won't put a minor into
custody without a court order.

And you know what? It's really not
any better than a group home is, anyway.

I know, but I just don't want
him to get twisted around

till whatever chance we have
of getting what he knows is gone.

Well, I don't like this at all,

but you and I aren't set
up to take care of a kid.

What are we supposed to do?

Charlie, is that you?

No, Dad, it's me. How you doing?

Fine.

What are you doing here so late?

Dinner's been put away already.

No, that's okay. Look...

If you're looking for
Charlie, he's not here yet.

Well, a-actually, I
think I can talk to you.

I mean, I'm sure he'll
be okay with it, but...

And who is this?

This is Daniel.

Are you sure we can
do this? I mean, legally?

Yeah, I mean, you
remember my friend Nadine?

That prosecutor?
She said it was okay.

Plus, Witness Protection
wouldn't take him.

You do realize that if anything
happened to him, it's our responsibility.

I know. You're right, it's
probably not a good idea.

I don't know, I mean...

As opposed to what?

Putting him in one
of those homes

on the same night that
his mother was murdered?

That's what I thought.

What I meant was, uh,
something better not happen to him.

Yeah, I know.

Don't worry, don't worry.
You did the right thing.

Thanks.

Hey, buddy.

He makes a pretty
good sandwich, huh?

Mom's is better.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sure that's true.

I was thinking about
what you asked me.

You know, about what I saw?

Uh-huh.

There was a car.

After I heard the gunshot,
I looked out the window.

Do you remember
what kind of car it was?

It was black, or blue, maybe.

Big, but not as big as an SUV.

You think if I showed you some
pictures, maybe you'd remember?

I mean, you just have to
do the best you can. It's, uh...

So did you find them?

Who?

The people who killed my mom.

Why do you think...

I mean, are you
remembering something?

They were talking...

At your office.

They said there are, like, 6,000
people who wanted to kill my mom.

Oh, no, no, no. Oh, no,
that... that's not, that's not...

I think, the thing
is, um, you know,

sometimes when we don't
know who the bad guys are,

we... we start
with a really big list.

And, uh, I... I...

It doesn't mean everyone
on it wanted to hurt your mom.

I mean, in... in
fact, I... I really think

we're probably just
looking for one person.

Where am I gonna sleep?

Uh, I thought I'd put you
up in my room. How's that?

Where will you sleep?

Oh, I don't live here anymore.
It's from when I was a kid.

But it's a pretty good
room. I think you'll like it.

But you're gonna stay,
right? You're not gonna leave?

Uh, yeah, I can stay,
sure. Yeah. You got it.

Here's another one
for Lucinda Shay.

"If God strikes you
down tomorrow,

"my prayers have been answered."

Buddy, that doesn't even move
the needle. Look at this one.

"I'm gonna bleed you dry,
bitch, just like you bled my family."

Tell me this guy's
up on the board?

Oh, yeah, big time.
He's right there.

We're not narrowing it
down, though, are we?

Well, Don's still waiting to
hear back from Charlie, so...

I really figured one of the
executives for this, you know?

Maybe even Galway. But there's
some real hostility here, man.

Ah, you can't blame them. These people
got shafted when Syntel went bankrupt.

They lost their life
savings, their pensions.

Meantime, the executives, including
Lucinda Shay, they all got rich.

Yeah.

Hey, did either of you guys find
something on Morton Standbury?

Yeah, oh, yeah.
Morton Standbury.

Here he is. He was in marketing.

Pretty low level, though. Why?

He's got a bunch of
write-ups in his HR file.

Supervisor said he
had a quick temper.

Yeah, but I think we should be
concentrating on the real threats.

We read this guy's letters.
They all seem to be pretty tame.

Well, the more aggressive
stuff is actually therapeutic.

It's kind of giving a
voice to your rage.

It's not nice, but it's healthy.

Standbury, on the other hand,

his anger is controlled,
it's almost methodical.

He blew up at
his exit interview,

so much so, that they
pushed for a psych consult.

No. Sounds like he
goes up on the board.

Yeah.

You were here last night.

Yeah.

Why didn't you
sleep in your room?

Well... Dad went out.

Yeah, he went to
pick up some food.

Right, so who's upstairs?

Look, I couldn't
get ahold of you,

so I... I asked him, and
he... he said it would be okay.

Okay for what?

For Lucinda Shay's
kid to stay here.

Of course, yeah, that's
fine. Daniel Shay is upstairs?

Look, I also need another
favor. I got to get to the airport

to see if can I catch
up with Thomas Galway.

You think you could hang here
just for a bit until he gets back?

You need me to baby-sit.

I just don't think it's a good idea
to leave him here alone, you know?

I agree. Actually, I have
a way with children, so...

Oh, yeah? Yeah.
I've been told I do.

Yeah, it's just for 10 minutes.

Come on, I'll
introduce you. Thanks.

Stay in the vehicle, sir. Hands
on the dashboard, please.

Thank goodness we're
offering him protection.

FBI.

I assume you all have permits
for those bulges in your jackets?

Yeah. What's your deal here?

Private detail for
Mr. Galway. Uh-huh.

If you want to know more,
you're gonna have to speak to him.

I do want to know more. I'm
gonna want to see those permits, too.

Thomas Galway.
Is there a problem?

Don Eppes, FBI.

I'm Agent Megan Reeves.

I'm Edward Barret, I'm Mr. Galway's
attorney. What's this about?

Well, we have reason to
believe your client here,

his life might be in danger.

Is he joking? Do we
seem like we're kidding?

I assume this concerns
the death of Lucinda Shay?

Well, it's a murder, actually.

And, I mean, we have no
reason to believe it doesn't.

Unless you know
something we don't.

I've got nothing to say to you.

Well, all due respect, sir,

for someone who was just told their life's
in danger, you don't seem very afraid.

Dad.

Look, my father did receive a threat
on his life early yesterday morning.

Malcolm.

I received a note at the house.

And is there any reason
you didn't notify us?

You expect me to notify the people
who are trying to put me in prison?

I expect to see that
note, sir, and I will.

We'll be waiting
for your subpoena.

That went really well.

Miss your mom, huh?

Yeah.

I miss my wife sometimes.

I lost her about a
year and a half ago.

You know,

it's really okay to miss
someone that you love.

And, um, I think somewhere,

it might even make them happy.

Sounds weird, huh?

No. No.

You just reminded me of Don.

Really? Yeah.

Yeah, I'll tell you a secret.

When he was your age, he
would never let anyone see him cry.

He wanted everyone to
think that he was a tough guy.

Still does sometimes.

So what is that you're reading?

It's a book on cars.

Mmm.

Don gave it to me to try
and help me remember.

Can I see it?

So does he ever cry now?

Who, Don? Uh, I don't know.

Some wise man once told him that it
was all right to... to cry when he's sad.

And, um,

this wise man, well,

he's hoping that someday
Don's going to figure out it's okay.

Are you that wise man?

Well, that's another secret.

Charlie, Don sent
me down to check

and see what you got
from the supercomputer.

Mmm. He must not
have gotten my message.

I guess not. Ooh, can
I take one of these?

Which message?

Uh, there was a
glitch in the data run.

But, uh, can you just tell
me which one you're taking?

This red one.

That's very interesting.

Okay.

So how little is this glitch, because
Megan profiled seven ex-employees,

all who have the
potential to be the killer.

And anything you have might
help us take this guy down

before he has a chance to
shoot another Syntel exec.

I think I have one of these
names on my list, actually.

Yeah, Morton Standbury. Mmm-hmm.

But the probability of Morton's
guilt is less than 10 percent.

I mean, that's
hardly conclusive.

Awesome. Thanks.
David, hey, it's me.

Listen, Megan was right on with her
hunch. The Standbury guy is a match.

How'd you find him?

Wife's credit card you gave us.

What'd she have to say?

That Standbury's angry,
blames Syntel for their situation.

She thinks he might
have cracked. Is he here?

Talked to the manager.
He hasn't seen him,

but I showed him the warrant,
and he gave us the key, so...

He's on the third floor.

There's two stairwells, but
this one over here is blocked off

because of an
earthquake retrofit.

Let's check it out.

Morton Standbury!

FBI! We have a warrant!

Clear.

Clear.

Oh, boy.

Oh, check this out.

I got Thomas
Galway, Lucinda Shay,

and a whole slew
of Syntel execs.

That's everybody.

We'll take the other
stairway. I'm with you.

Put the bag down and stop!

I said put the bag
down and stop running!

I said drop the bag! Drop...

He's got a gun! David,
Megan, he's got a gun!

Gun.

Ma'am! Step inside.
Step inside the room.

Put it down now!

Drop the gun!

Drop it!

Don't make this any harder
than it needs to be, Mr. Standbury!

I'm not doing anything for you!

We're FBI! We just
want to talk to you!

You're FBI?

I talked to your
wife, Mr. Standbury.

She's very worried about you.

My wife... What are you...

How do I know that you're
who you say you are?

Okay? Here you
go. Now toss the gun.

All right.

Toss the bag! Down on
your knees. On your knees!

Hands behind your head, now!

You do not understand. Please.

Let me stop them.

We're more worried about
stopping you now, Mr. Standbury.

You think he sent it?

The Galway death threat?

Yeah.

Standbury's letters to Lucinda
Shay were different, you know?

They were long,
detailed accusations,

and this one just
says, "You're next."

So, no, it doesn't
fit the pattern.

Did the lab get anything?

Apparently there's
nothing to get.

There's just a fax sent
directly to the courier.

Well, there's a tag line on
the sending machine, no?

Well, it was sent
from a computer,

and we didn't find
one at the motel,

and David and Colby
are tossing the house now.

But, you know, he really could
have sent it from any public terminal.

Right.

But he's saying this whole
thing is just a misunderstanding.

And what does he mean by that?

I don't know. You're going
to have to ask him yourself.

He's refusing to speak to anyone
but the lead agent on the investigation.

You want to tell me
what you're doing

with surveillance photos of
Syntel executives, Mr. Standbury?

Are you the man in charge here?

As far as you're
concerned, I am.

You guys really dropped the
ball on Lucinda Shay, didn't you?

Are you proud of
what you did? Is that it?

I mean, I've got her
11-year-old boy out there.

You want to tell him about it?

Don't you dare try to put that woman's
murder on me. I told you people.

You told us what?

They think they're going to
get away with it, but they're not.

Killing her, it's not
going to matter.

They want to play hardball
with Morton Standbury, well...

They don't know
what hardball is.

I've been collecting
evidence for the lawyer lady.

You're talking about
the U.S. attorney?

She thinks she knows what's
going on, but she doesn't.

The people that she's after,
she's not going to find them.

No?

I tried to tell her.
I lost everything.

My job, my savings.

But they're not going
to get away with it.

What are you doing?

Didn't see you there.

What is all that?

I'm trying to resolve
an anomaly in my data.

What does that mean?

Um, it means that something,

um, in this big equation here

doesn't make sense,

and I'm trying
to figure out why.

It's as if those that made money

and those that lost money
are canceling each other out.

Your brother said
you knew my mom.

Yeah.

I did.

I didn't know her well.

You know, I only met
her a couple of times.

But I liked her.

What she did took
a lot of courage.

She was pretty nervous. She
didn't think I knew, but I did.

Sometimes it's hard
to do the right thing.

That's what she always says.

You know, that nobody's perfect.

It is an imperfect
world, isn't it?

Your mother was
a very smart lady.

Yeah, I remember him. He
called my office a bunch of times,

told my assistant he had evidence
against Syntel. Did you talk to him?

He showed up with a grocery
bag full of magazine cutouts

and stuff he got
off the Internet.

We had him pegged as a nut.

Well, he's a nut with an alibi,

'cause three different people
at Kinko's remember him.

He was there all day photocopying
stuff out of the grocery bag.

Great, so here we
are, back at square one.

Not necessarily.
Your brother's here.

He's really excited
about something.

Oh, yeah?

To properly assess the
motive for killing Lucinda Shay,

I needed to reconstruct
the original fraud at Syntel.

And you were able to do that?

Yes, and I think you have a very
strong case against Syntel, by the way.

Mmm, the Eppes
family's full of silver linings.

So, Syntel was an
energy company, right?

Yes, natural
gas, oil, electricity.

Right, but where they really made
their money was trading energy futures.

There's nothing
illegal about that.

No, you're right. However,
when I was analyzing

the trading patterns at Syntel,

I found a trading group who was
perfect, always, never wrong, once.

How can they never be wrong?

Trading futures is really just betting
on the price of something in the future,

and these traders
manipulated the future.

What, so you're
saying they're cheating.

Syntel controlled key
sections of the power grid,

so all they had to do
was shut down a switch,

say it was for maintenance,

and the energy
supply was restricted.

Right, demand
drives up the price.

Exactly. Well, how much
are we talking about here?

These five traders made profits

of $312 million.

Three hundred... Charlie,
can you prove this?

Well, the proof is
in the perfection.

"Nobody's perfect" is
not just an expression.

In this case, it's a
statistically demonstrable fact.

Our case against Galway
was focused on debts

that Syntel was hiding
in offshore companies.

But these Syntel traders, this
is the first I've heard about it.

And I didn't figure it out
until I re-engineered the fraud.

I mean, it wasn't obvious. You'd
have to be looking for it like I was,

or be the author of
the original accounting.

Lucinda Shay designed all of
Syntel's financial reporting systems.

Could she have found it?

Yes, and I think there's a very
high probability that she would have.

Well, then I think that she must
have been killed to hide this.

Right, so we might be looking
at the wrong group here.

Oh, you definitely are.

I mean, before I factored in
this manipulation by the traders,

none of the executives
who were indicted

or their former employees
scored nearly high enough

to be considered suspects.

Any idea who does?

Five perfect traders.

Those are the people
you should be looking for.

So I thought Charlie cleared Galway
along with the other executives.

Yeah, well, I asked Charlie to run his motive
model again, factoring in the possibility

that someone knew Lucinda
Shay was on to the fraud.

And? Mr. Galway popped
right back into view.

So if he's a part
of the fraud, then...

Oh, he sent himself
a death threat?

Makes him look like a target,

gets us to take our
eyes off him as a suspect.

Yeah, I'll call you back.

Agent Eppes.

Uh, we're looking
for your father.

We were told we
might find him here.

Yeah, he just left. Is
there, uh, a problem?

Is it about the note?

I'm sorry, we don't discuss
ongoing investigations.

My father is under a lot of
pressure right now, okay?

Yeah, committing stock
fraud could do that to you.

And I know what you're
thinking, but you know,

a CEO of a company like Syntel
cannot be responsible for everything

everyone is doing
at his company.

Was your father involved in
the trading business at all?

Yeah, of course. It was one
of our most profitable divisions.

Well, most profitable
for some, right?

You know, I don't think my father
should talk to you guys after all.

What are you worried about? Your
father's just an innocent CEO, right?

If your father's
involved in a murder,

protecting him could land
you in a hell of a lot of trouble.

Yeah, my father
is not a murderer.

Well, someone left Lucinda
Shay's son without a mother.

An 11-year-old boy.

So you still think your
father shouldn't talk to us?

It's the middle of the day.
What are you doing here?

Is everything all right?
Yeah, I was at the airport.

I thought I'd swing by and
see how the kid's doing.

Well, this is not on the
way from the airport.

Whatever. Where is
he? He's right here.

Oh. Thanks.

Hey, buddy.

How you doing?

I've been trying to
remember, but I can't.

Oh, well, that's okay.
Don't worry about it.

Look, if... if it's in
here, it'll come out.

I mean, when you're
ready, you'll probably be able

to see it just like
you were there,

so... so don't stress
about it, okay?

Can I get you anything?

What's going on? You okay?

The bad guys. Will they...

Will they come after me?

Uh...

Look, I'll tell you what.
That's not gonna happen.

You want to know why?
'Cause we're partners.

Partners get each other's backs

and nothing is going
to happen to you, okay?

'Cause you're my partner.

All right? Oh, and they
spoke to your grandmother.

They did? Yeah, she's
making arrangements to get you

and she's very
excited to see you.

Look, Daniel, I'll
be honest with you.

It's gonna tough
for... for a while,

but you'll get through
it. You're gonna be okay.

You know how I know that?
'Cause I'm a good judge of people,

and you're gonna
be okay. All right?

All right. I'll check
in with you later.

What?

Oh, nothing.

Do you have any
idea what I could do

with $300 million?

Three hundred and twelve.
You said you were all right.

No, I am.

I was talking about
my application

for the Talis Foundation
Research Grant.

Why are you worried about that?

Because Ivan Tsgorski has taken over
the chairmanship of the grant committee.

You attacked his theory
on polarization flux.

I merely pointed out
certain characteristics

of gravitational waves that
he had chosen to ignore.

Larry, I was there
when he gave that paper.

And you stood up and you
called him a big, fat cheater

in front of a room
full of people.

Well, no. Now
you're exaggerating.

That room could not have
been more than half full.

Might we get back on task?

All right, okay. The money,
the money, the money.

The money is not where
we thought it would be.

It should show up,

in the company's
cash flow statements,

after the fraudulent
transactions.

Yeah, but it doesn't. No.

You know, all these funds,

they would have been
transferred electronically, correct?

I imagine so.

Electronic transactions
have no mass,

and cannot be constrained in
the manner of physical objects.

But they are bound by time,
Larry, and time only flows one way.

Are you aware you have
standing water in this corner?

I know about the leak.
I called maintenance.

And?

And they've got
to tear out the wall

and find the source of the leak.

What is with you today, Larry?
All I ask is for a little focus.

Now, what are we missing?

What are you doing?

I'm finding the leak.

What... You're making a mess.

Well, by staining the currents,

we can observe the ink
spread out on the pooled water

and then figure
out the flow pattern.

And once we know how it flows...

Yeah, you see? It's not
coming down from the wall.

It's coming up from the floor.

We were assuming the money flowed
downstream from the transactions,

so we were looking
for it after the trades.

But the money was
diverted upstream.

Upstream? So you're saying the
money was moved before the trades?

To an offshore partnership set up in
the Syntel executives' original fraud.

I applied principles of fluid
dynamics to the cash flow statements.

I found that the money was
transferred through a series of loans.

So the traders used the
fraud to hide the theft?

Precisely.

Wait, someone eventually would
figure out that $300 million was missing.

The traders knew that the loans
would be written off in bankruptcy,

and after that, no one would
come looking for the money.

No one, except Lucinda Shay.

Guys, you better come see this.

You find the traders?

Not exactly.

Did you run the Social
Security numbers?

That's the problem.

Show us. Run them again.

See? Yeah.

Run the next one.

It's the same thing.
These traders don't exist.

But that doesn't make any
sense. How can they not be real?

It does make sense. It's
just a different kind of sense.

What does that
even mean, Charlie?

Remember, the traders
were too good to be true.

It's reasonable to expect
that they are actually false.

Did Standbury say
these people weren't real?

No, he said we
would never find them.

What, do you think
he figured it out?

I don't know, but he's right.

All right, look, I... I mean,
where are we right now?

The suspect must be from
Syntel's energy trading business.

That variable hasn't changed.

I've been through
Syntel's HR reports.

Eppes. Wait,
wait, ho... hold on.

Dad, Dad, Dad, slow down.
You're not making any sense.

Right, don't... don't touch
anything, don't leave.

I'm on my way. What's up?

Kid is missing.

I left him alone for, what, it couldn't
have been more than five minutes!

It's okay, Mr. Eppes. We're gonna
find him. I went into the kitchen

to get a couple of
cans of soda for us.

He was standing right
over there, right by the table.

He couldn't have gotten away.

Please calm down. 'Cause
you're not helping the situation.

I would have seen
him! I understand, Dad.

It's okay. Hey, Don,
give me a second.

I just talked to David. He
said he found something

in the Syntel employment
records. Hold on one second.

Charlie, you got to keep
the line clear. Say what? Hi.

Can you hold on a second? Dad
said he saw him here. I hit redial.

It's National Cab Company.

Cab? Why the hell
would he take a cab?

All right, I'm on the cab.

Call me as soon
as you get anything.

Megan, come with me. I
think I know where he is.

Go that way. I'll
check upstairs.

Daniel. You okay, buddy?

Yeah? You had us pretty worried.

I'm sorry.

You don't have
to be sorry. I just...

I'm glad you're okay.

Did you come back to see if
you could remember the car?

It was a Mercedes. I
saw the circle in the book.

You remember. Good job.

These are employment
records for the five traders.

Uh-huh. Look who signed
as the hiring manager.

What, are they all
the same? Yeah.

Wait, hold on.

Eppes.

Uh-huh. Okay. Thanks
for the heads up.

The judge just approved Galway's
request to leave the country.

Put your hands on the car!

Hands on the
car. Out of the car,

out of the car!
All right, all right.

Driver, grab a piece of the car.

Whoa! Edward.

We cleared this through
the appropriate channels.

You have no right
to detain Mr. Galway.

Yeah, actually,
it's Junior I'm after.

We only have a warrant for him,
for now. You represent him, too?

What are the charges?

The murder of Lucinda
Shay. That's just for starters.

Go ahead, Malcolm, take
your moment, tell your dad.

What is he talking about?

He moved $300 million through
one of your offshore trading accounts.

And then he authored a
scam to cover his tracks.

It's probably what
brought Syntel down.

Is that true?

Look, I was... I was a Baker
Scholar, Dad, at Harvard.

You put me on a trading desk.

I wanted you to
learn the business.

Learn the business? You... You...
You were taking nickels and dimes.

I... I earned $300 million, Dad.

So, you orphaned a little boy
and 6,000 people lost their jobs,

so you could prove that you
were a bigger thief than your father.

You're a bigger something.

Let's go, Junior.

Hey, Malcolm? Is that your car?

Uh-huh.

Whoa, hey, I almost forgot.

Now, look, we don't give
these to a lot of people, all right?

So, you're one of us now.

Okay, partner?

Call me whenever you want.

And your... your grandmother's
going to be waiting for you

when you get to the airport, so
you got nothing to worry about.

All right?

Um...

It's okay to cry about your mom.

I mean, if you never did.

Thanks.

Come on. You don't want to
miss your flight now, do you?

Huh.

All right, buddy.

You're the man.

Thanks very much. Take it easy.

What?

My hope for grandchildren
has been rekindled.

Oh, don't start that.

I'm not making a formal
request, I'm simply saying

it would be nice. Come on.

But Dad, you do realize how long
the odds actually are for this man?

Charlie, what's
your problem, huh?

Well, given your dating pattern,

or absence of any
dating pattern...

Look, I wouldn't talk
if I were you, buddy.

I'm crunching
numbers, kid. Oh, yeah.

Statistically, I'm on course
to be way ahead of you.

Yeah, yeah. That makes
sense, you're older.

All right, enough.
Hey, keep it up.

It's a long walk home.