Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 3, Episode 1 - Spree - full transcript
Charlie and the team track a couple who are spree killers, but their actions seem to defy profiling.
NUMB3RS #038 D "Spree"
CLOSED CAPTIONED
(electronica-infused
rock music playing)
♪ I wish that I could fly ♪
♪ Into the sky ♪
♪ So very high ♪
♪ Just like the dragonfly ♪
♪ I'd fly above the trees ♪
♪ Over the seas ♪
♪ All degrees ♪
♪ To where I please ♪
♪ Oh, I want to get away ♪
♪ I want to fly away,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I want to get away... ♪
Doesn't look good.
Richer or poorer, baby.
Just like the midget
Elvis preacher said.
Mm-hmm.
♪ Let's go and see the
stars, the Milky Way ♪
♪ Or even Mars ♪
♪ Where they could
just be ours... ♪
Everyone get down
on the floor now!
Open the register!
(register bell dings)
MAN: You, is that your Beamer?
Give me the keys now.
Keys.
♪ Oh, oh, yeah ♪
♪ I want to get away ♪
♪ I want to fly away... ♪
Hey!
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I want to get away ♪
♪ I want to fly away ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I want to get away ♪
♪ I want to fly away, yeah... ♪
(sirens wailing)
(indistinct radio transmission)
We got any descriptions?
No one was in any shape to talk,
so we're pulling the
security tapes now.
Robbery? Call it that.
Made off with $122.
Plus the car.
That Mustang was hot-wired;
there's, uh, gun oil in
the glove compartment,
so they probably
took something else.
I'll go find out what
the victims were driving.
If you get anything, get an
APB out on them, all right?
MEGAN: It's not about the money.
Not exclusively, anyway.
Check this out.
"Our love is like a flower,
it grows with every hour."
That's just awful.
EDGERTON: At least
he got it to rhyme this time.
MEGAN: Hey. DON: Well,
what do you know, Ian?
Buck likes burritos; he eats
them frozen, like Popsicles.
Buck? Winters.
The other one is Crystal Hoyle.
If she left prints, they're
on the cash drawer.
Thanks for making the drive.
I know we're out of
your AO. No problem.
We owe Ian a favor
or two, don't we, guys?
11 hits in the last 17 days.
Violent, but
strictly small-time.
And crossing state
lines throws it to us.
Okay, let me grab a coffee.
I haven't been able to
get out ahead of them yet.
There's no rhyme or
reason to their moves.
They seem to go for
whatever's in front of them.
And the girl's a teacher?
Yeah. Winters was in her
20th Century Europe class.
His father found out
she'd been corrupting
little Buck's morals since
the homecoming game.
Only thing a teacher ever
gave me was detention.
Yeah, well, however
the conversation went,
Dad ended up with a full clip
of 9mm ball ammo in his chest.
Just seems like a
pretty extreme reaction.
Well, look, I mean, she's facing
a statutory rape charge.
They tucked Dad in
Buck's garage, hit the road,
started robbing their
way across the country.
What do you say, guys?
MEGAN: Hey, you
know, so, spree killers
generally tend to
derive exhilaration
from the act itself.
Now, if they're lovers,
there's gonna be
a strong sexual
component to it also.
Yeah, he's 17, and...
take a look at her.
Still, that's a pretty big
career change for a
30-year-old teacher
with no priors.
Actually, Crystal Hoyle
has a sealed juvenile
record that the Texas
school system didn't know about.
Aha. Yeah, she was picked up
for a misdemeanor
drug possession
in 1992, right here in L.A.
Track someone five, six days,
you start getting hunches
that you can't exactly explain.
Mine says that
she's making her way
back to your neighborhood.
DON: All right.
Why don't you get
their pictures out and
check the overnights
for anything that
looks like them.
How about you and I go see
if we can get these
dots connected.
DON: Charlie. Whoa, whoa!
CHARLIE: No, no, oh. Yeah,
this isn't what it looks like.
Well, that's a relief
because it looks like
your friend there was
about to perforate you.
LARRY: Actually, Professor Eppes
is protected by the most
impenetrable armor of all,
physics. That's right.
My weight is distributed
amongst the spikes at
an even 1.7 pounds each.
With the kinetic
energy of the hammer...
Charles, I think the
drama of demonstration
would be most instructive here.
Wait, wait. Hold, hold.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, let me just...
You all right?
(chuckling): Yeah.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold
on, hold on, hold on.
(grunting)
Yeah. I'm...
(coughs) ...fine.
If you don't mind my asking,
what exactly does
all that accomplish?
LARRY: The unwavering
attention of my Faith
and Physics class.
Hello.
Dr. Larry Fleinhardt.
This is Agent Ian
Edgerton. My pleasure.
He's got a couple
of killers on the run.
He thinks they might
be headed to L.A.
EDGERTON: Or already here.
I remember how that
voodoo of yours helped
to tighten the search grid
the last time around. Voodoo?
In spite of my
invaluable assistance,
on two instances, mind you,
Agent Edgerton
maintains some skepticism
about the analytical
approach to man hunting.
And yet, here you are.
The instinct part of me
says not to miss any bets.
Well, hey. Let's hope
we can come up with something
a little more
substantive than instinct.
All right, these
dots, representing...?
Black are confirmed
sightings, red are robberies,
yellow are killings.
They're hitting like every
day or two, then they
fall off the grid, they show up
a couple hundred miles away.
I can tell you what
they eat, what they drink,
what car they'll
steal; what I can't do
is tell you what
they'll do next.
Right. We got
amateurs, you know.
I mean, for us, it's
easier to find pros.
Did you forget to
mark a point here?
No.
No? No.
We had no sightings
anywhere in Wyoming.
Okay. Did you see
some sort of pattern here?
A Langevin-like
equation, maybe, or...
I just thought that there
should be a point there.
What, you got a hunch?
I don't...
I don't have hunches.
You know, when I hypothesize,
is really what it is,
it's an intuitive
synthesis of established
mathematical
principles and theorems.
Knowledge plus a guess...
where I come from, that's a hunch.
MEGAN: Crystal
is clearly the alpha.
You see how all
the spoils go to her?
She clears the register.
Even Buck throws
her the car keys.
That's pretty sloppy,
though, leaving this video.
Well, unless it's deliberate.
I mean, he fits the profile
for the classic
teenage thrill-killer
in which case, all he wants
is credit for every crime.
The poem. She's working off
something entirely different.
She's focused and intent.
It says here she
ran away from home
at age 15 and
came to Los Angeles.
And that she got picked up 18
months later on a drug charge.
18 months alone on the streets.
It's not hard to
fill in those blanks.
No.
Then she went back to Texas
and totally cleaned
up her life, right?
She goes to college, she
gets her teaching degree.
And sex education
for a high school senior.
Buck's dad finds out about it.
She's facing
exposure, even prison.
Yeah, but this response
is totally disproportionate
to the catalyst.
There's something else.
Yeah. Like why a
hot history teacher
goes for a high
school football player.
That's a question
only a 30-year-old man
would have to ask.
Don. That dot that
Charlie saw in Wyoming?
I don't know how
he did it, but he did.
Robbery on the
15th of this month.
A bar outside of Red
Desert, Wyoming.
A couple fitting Crystal Hoyle
and Buck Winters' description
hung around till closing time.
They put the bartender
in the hospital.
They hit that gas
station in Colorado,
what was that, like the 14th?
I know the next sighting
was Salt Lake City the 17th.
That's plenty of time to
cross in and out of Wyoming.
It fits the map
and the timeline. Definitely.
Buck always signs
his robberies... poems,
smiling at the security
camera, dropping their names.
Well, maybe he didn't
want to brag about this one.
Could be they had
friends close by,
somebody who could hide 'em out?
Yeah, why don't you
check with the Austin office.
See if either of them
had any connections
in Wyoming. All right.
And then do a phone
dump on that bar.
I mean, maybe
they called someone
while they were sitting around.
And the beach.
I've never seen the ocean.
Sure, baby, I'll take
you to the beach.
And that place
with the footprints
in the cement and
the movie stars.
Cris? Huh?
That place with the cement
footprints... what's that called?
Chinese Theater.
We'll go there, too.
I thought you didn't
like Porsches.
Gas tank's almost empty.
What do you figure
the boss drives?
Nicest car on the lot.
DON: Hey, Dad.
Oh, hey. I was looking for you.
Not that difficult to find.
Either the living
room of the kitchen.
Ooh. Condos, huh?
Yeah. All that money I
made selling the house
has just been sitting in
the bank doing nothing.
My accountant said
I should reinvest.
You know what they
say about real estate.
No, what do they say?
Actually, I don't
know. I've never owned
anything, but, you know,
you read about the bubble.
They say it can't hurt
to wait, so...
Well, you know, actually, um...
It's not about reinvestment,
actually, it's, uh...
Do you realize I
haven't lived by myself
for over 40 years.
What? You're talking
about actually moving out?
I'm considering it.
Well, this looks like some
pretty serious considering, Dad.
Well, I've been making
a list of all the things
I still want to do and...
I would just like to do
some things on my own.
Mm-hmm. Charlie?
I haven't told him yet.
A-And I would rather you didn't.
Yeah, well, you're
on your own there.
Actually, you should get
one with a tennis court.
I don't play tennis.
Yeah, but I do.
(cocks shotgun)
Hey. I'm not a hero.
Take anything you want.
What do you think we want?
Hundred-thousand-dollar car.
Cris?
Crystal?
Get his keys.
I thought you said we
didn't have any secrets!
That's not a secret.
Really?
What the hell do you call that?
Pile of dead bones.
All you need to know
is that you have my heart.
Now get the keys.
This is Pierce Brenner.
His name's on the sign.
Sent all the employees
home at 8:15, locked up.
Salesman forgot his wallet,
came back and found
the body by 9:00,
and now Brenner's car
is missing. Makes sense.
They've been switching
cars every day or two.
Yeah, but always
a subordinate act
to a more flamboyant,
violent one.
These dealerships are
like fishbowls at night...
It's easy to see
in, hard to see out.
They watched from over here.
Spree killers act on
impulse; they don't generally
stalk their victims.
You think they
targeted this guy?
She was here in L.A. in '92.
Awful long time
to hold a grudge.
Bad memories last a long time.
This is the second crime
they haven't signed.
New MO.
Something's changing.
I can't help but thinking that
the very things that elude me
about this particular case
are-are pivotal to helping Don.
You know?
You know, because the knotty
problem with spree criminals
is that their actions
most closely approximate
true randomness,
with such a wide
range of variables.
So much so that it's
usually only their mistakes
that lead to their apprehension,
you know, not-not some sort of
a predictive
analysis, not-not, uh...
I'm rambling.
Yeah.
I'm rambling because,
um, you invited me
here to this dinner
most likely to tell
me that you have
accepted Harvard's offer.
And I guess I'm just trying
to fill the air with noise
to keep you from
telling me that...
Charlie. Um, but...
Charlie.
I've accepted Cal
Sci's professorship offer.
I'm staying.
Well, that's great.
Well, that's great news
for Cal Sci, of course.
You know... (chuckles softly)
No, I-I do believe
we-we have a far
superior program...
It's a great
opportunity, and, um...
hopefully, it's a great
opportunity for us as well.
"Us."
Charlie, over
these last few years,
you and I have stopped
and started so many times.
I know I for one would...
very much like to
see what happens.
I'm just not sure how
to break it to Charlie.
Well, might I suggest directly?
He doesn't take change
that well, you know.
When I tried to sell
my house, he bought it.
Eh, don't underestimate
Charles' ability to adapt.
You know, over
the last few years,
he's made some
very striking changes,
overwhelmingly for the better.
Mm-hmm. I suppose you're right.
I mean, after all,
I would expect him to
be just as candid with me.
By the way,
since you've sold your house,
where have you been living?
Oh, just various people's sofas,
the car, my office sometimes.
You mean you're homeless?
No, no, no, just
without an address.
Intentionally so.
You know, I've
just come to realize
that committing oneself
to a permanent space
just constrains one's
intellectual vista.
Hmm.
Last week, I spent several
nights in the mountains,
contemplating the heavens...
And this from a
non-cosmological point of view...
For the first time in years.
Hmm. And, uh,
how does Megan feel about
this vagabond style of yours?
Well, I've had to explain
to her that there's got to be
some sort of a
firewall, if you will,
between one's
romantic aspirations
and the larger life goals.
Mm-hmm. You're in check.
Oh, yeah, so I am.
Larry, I'm going to give
you the same advice
that I've given to all
the geniuses I know.
Which is? Don't be an idiot.
Yeah.
Hey. Hey.
Two hours before Crystal Hoyle
and Buck Winters robbed
that bar in Wyoming,
a call was made from
the bar's pay phone
to Venice, California.
Number came back
to a Lydia Campos.
Possession and intent to sell.
Look at May 13, '92.
Picked up on a drug
sweep with Crystal Hoyle.
Now, there's a coincidence.
Fortunately, a
judge didn't think so.
He gave us a Title 3 wiretap.
I figured we'd give it some
time before we brought Lydia in,
(phone ringing) see if
Crystal tries to contact her.
We have a call coming in.
(phone ringing)
LYDIA: Yeah?
CRYSTAL: I'm here, in L.A.
You going to help me out?
Do I have a choice?
Yeah, always.
I remember once I had a choice
between getting busted and
letting my best friend O.D.
(device beeping)
Hold on, come on, come on.
So, you'll help.
I'll ask around.
Pay phone, Washington
and Broadway.
(dialing)
What about the other thing?
You really going to do it?
Watch the news tonight.
(dial tone)
We got the phone,
but they're gone.
DISPATCH: Copy that.
Wonder what they
were doing in this area.
New car.
That's the Porsche they
stole from the car dealership.
Two in one night?
Maybe they didn't
like the upholstery.
Blood on the bumper.
Two cars, two dead bodies.
No robbery, no poem.
Reeves is right...
Something's changing.
Hoyle and Winters
have now switched
to a 1978 Trans Am,
license plate 3X722H2.
DISPATCH: Copy
your vehicle description.
(knock at door)
Come back in an hour.
Hey, do you know
who you're playing with?
Do you know what
you're standing in?
91 octane.
I knew a guy
lit a cigarette in a lab.
He's still in the burn ward.
Open the door.
On your knees!
Get on your knees!
No trouble, lady.
Sure there is, man.
People like you
screwing up kids,
someone's children.
It's here, just like she said.
What?
Feels like we forgot something.
No, Cris, come
on. Let's just go.
You love me or not?
Of course I love you.
Go.
(tires screeching)
Witnesses saw a male
white and female white
flee the scene in a Trans Am.
Size-nine work boots.
See the star-shaped
scuff on the insole?
Buck picked that up
between Kansas and Missouri.
You know, meth labs like to use
users as workers
'cause they can
pay them in product.
Lydia Campos... you
figure she worked here
gave them the setup? Right.
They got to have
$50, $100 Gs in cash
around here, double
that in product.
It's never been about
the money before.
Yeah, but drugs are
what got Crystal arrested
and sent back home.
Maybe this was symbolic
or retributive.
Or it's all about grenades.
Hey, I got a whole cache
of weapons up here, guys.
Do I, do I have
something on my...
on the side of my mouth?
I'm moving out.
Okay.
What I mean is, it's
a good time to buy,
and, no, it has
nothing to do with you.
I like living with you.
It's just that I'd like
to try living by myself.
Yeah, no, okay, I
can, I-I can see that.
You can? Yeah.
Well, you haven't lived
alone in, what, 50 years?
Forty. Okay.
How can a math genius not
know how old his father is?
Of course I'm going to miss you.
Well, I mean, its not like
I'm moving out of
the city or anything.
I mean, uh, we're going to
see each other all the time.
Look at this, this is pretty,
pretty nice, you know.
You got a swimming
pool and a tennis court.
You going to play tennis?
Are you sure you're
all right with this?
Yeah, sure. Sure, I'm sure.
Why would I not
be all right, right?
It's just that you seem
a little bit more all right
than I would expect.
No, go, go, uh,
sow your wild oats.
Right?
Ah, the elusive mystery dot.
Point.
And the reason I found it
is still eluding me.
Yeah, you know, Otto Loewi
spent 17 years searching
for proof that nervous
impulses are
chemically transmitted?
It came to him one
night in a dream.
And he wrote it down,
but the next morning,
he woke up, he couldn't
read his own handwriting.
Now fortunately,
he had the same
dream the next night.
Good for Otto Loewi.
What do you want me to
say... My Dad is moving out.
You know that?
Yeah. He's moving
into one of those
singles, you know,
bachelor... you knew?
Yeah. He was concerned
about how you'd react.
I don't know why, you know.
If this is something he wants
to do, I want him to be happy.
You know?
Granted, it is
weird; it seems like
in less than 24 hours,
I lost a housemate
and kind of gained a girlfriend.
Girlfriend?
Wait, I knew that Amita had
accepted the job at Cal Sci,
but... What if she
stayed here for me?
I don't know. I'm
not one to, you know,
interpret the innermost
workings of the female psyche,
but girlfriend?
I mean, I'm happy,
but, uh... but...
But what?
It's a lot of responsibility.
You know? Sure.
What if we don't work out?
You know, we've only
been on a few dates, really.
What if she gave
up this job for...
Oh, my God, what if she
wants to move into my house
now that my Dad is gone?
You're getting a little ahead
of yourself here, aren't you?
I mean...
Well, but still...
Now, see, there's
"still." Still, still what?
(sighs)
This could be the old saw.
You chased her
till she caught you.
I chased.
So really this map
is telling us a story.
It's the story of two people
traveling across the country,
committing crimes.
But that's only half the story.
You see,
it's as if we're
looking at a plane
flying across the sky
banking and spinning.
Now, if we follow
its flight path,
we may be able
to discern a pattern.
Perhaps even an
eventual destination.
However, there is something
that this map isn't showing us.
What we're not seeing is
that there is a second plane
chasing after that first plane.
It's affecting its movement.
It's weighing in on each
of the pilot's decisions.
I'm that second plane.
AMITA: Exactly.
When we plot your movements
against those of your targets...
The pattern makes itself known.
Oh, some pattern.
They hit, I chase.
Oh, not exactly, I mean,
for instance, you came
to Los Angeles before you
even knew they were here.
Well, on a little bit of
information and a big hunch.
LARRY: And when we
plotted your path,
against Hoyle and Winters',
we got this.
The missing Wyoming dot.
Yeah. This is the
Red Desert robbery.
The missing point on a curve
that I didn't even
realize I was looking at.
It's a variation
on something called
a pursuit curve.
It's created when one
point chases after another.
See, if a fighter pilot
aims straight at the point
where he sees an enemy plane,
by the time he gets there,
that plane's going to be gone.
So, in order to maintain
his following distance,
he has to adjust his direction,
matching the
movements of his quarry.
Now, if he wants
to catch that plane,
he has to anticipate
its movement,
aim his nose ahead
of the lead plane.
(machine gunfire)
You have been locked
in a pursuit curve
with the killers.
Charlie, can the curve tell us
where they're going
to turn up next?
Well, Laplace said that
if he knew the velocity
and position of every particle
in the universe, he
could predict every
future event. DON: Sure. I mean,
the same principles
apply to human behavior.
Right?
Megan, we will need to see
all of your profiling data.
CHARLIE: And, Ian, we're going
to need more data on
your tracking methodology.
You get the feeling that
everybody's forgotten about us?
I get that feeling a lot.
(phone rings)
She's getting a call.
LYDIA: Yeah?
CRYSTAL: Did you see
the news about the meth lab?
Yeah. It was just like
I told you, wasn't it?
Yeah.
Listen to me.
Maybe you should just leave
well enough alone, you know?
Just, uh... go.
Leave well enough alone?
I just meant that, uh...
Look, there's a bag for you.
It's under the
mailbox on the corner.
You're a good friend.
DAVID: Lydia Campos just got
a call from Crystal Hoyle.
Yeah, yeah. We heard.
The mailbox she's talking
about is visible from the front door.
We go for it, she's
going to see us.
She's still our best lead.
We've got to let her run.
What if the bag that Crystal
just left for her is full
of hand grenades?
DON: I agree. I don't
think we can risk it.
Risk? What about
letting these two run loose
for even one more day?
Ian, there's no decision here.
Take it! David, take the bag!
How you doing, Lydia?
Come on. I'm not carrying.
No, you were just going
to mail a letter, right?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Things that people
leave under mailboxes.
No way you can say that's mine.
No. Not anymore.
Turn around and put
your hands on your head.
You got the drugs back.
What else do you want?
We want Crystal,
and the grenades
you virtually handed
her from the meth lab.
This girl is supposed
to be your friend, right?
You've known her since '92.
You were waitresses
together. We were both just kids.
No. She was just
a 15-year-old kid
who had run away from home.
Her parents were
pushing her for grades.
They wouldn't let her hang out.
It didn't sound like a house
I would have run away from.
And how long was it before
you got her into drugs?
It wasn't me.
She got involved
with this married guy.
You know, the kind that
comes on like he's a friend,
finds her an apartment.
And, before he says
what he really wants,
it's too late for her
to say no anymore?
Six months later, she and
Billy turned up on my doorstep,
looking for a place to crash.
Billy being the married guy?
Billy being the rebound guy.
He was a total loser.
I tried to tell Cris that,
but this married guy,
he screwed her up real good.
Billy's the reason we
got busted, though.
They were his drugs.
After, she was
sent back to Texas.
So why did she call
you 15 years later?
She said she met someone...
someone who was going
to help make things right.
When I told her
about the meth lab
and all the guns, she
got real interested.
What about Billy?
Where am I supposed to find him?
I don't know.
Crystal asked me the same thing.
Billy Rivers. Arrested for
dealing, bunco, stealing.
Jack of all trades,
master of none.
Nobody's heard from
him for about two days.
Right. Right around
the time Hoyle hit town.
If Reeves is right
about the meth lab hit,
Crystal's on some payback kick.
The guy who got her
busted would be up on the list.
Yeah, along with Pierce Brenner.
The dead car salesman.
MEGAN: Yeah.
In 1992, he was working
at a car dealership
three blocks from where
Crystal and Lydia
were waiting tables.
Lydia said that Crystal
disappeared with a married guy.
All right, so what?
She runs away,
she hooks up with
Brenner, rebounds
with Billy Rivers and drugs.
This isn't about a rebound.
This girl has
crossed a threshold.
She is 15 years old, and
there are no more boundaries.
DAVID: Wait. But she
moved back home, right?
Straightened her life out,
and became some
kind of model citizen.
Yeah. Until Buck Winters,
and the unfulfilled
fantasy of innocent love,
and the way that her
life could have gone.
Until she killed
the kid's father.
Right. Destroying any boundaries
she had left at all,
plunging her into
this even darker fantasy,
where she kills the
older guy who used her,
and destroys the
drugs that sent her back
to this middle-class lifestyle
that she never even wanted.
She's erasing her mistakes.
Billy Rivers is one
of those mistakes.
Well, we better find her
before she does, right?
♪ ♪
I mean, we've been
through his known associates,
his favorite hangouts, right?
The guy is hiding.
And Hoyle and Winters
are out there looking for him.
What do you think
about, you know,
like, adjusting the
pursuit curve for that?
Uh... for Crystal
chasing Rivers.
If we can find him fast,
he'd be good bait.
You know, I've... I've
been running expressions
assuming a dog chasing a cat.
It's actually a dog chasing
a cat chasing a mouse.
I thought I was an airplane.
Oh, cats and dogs
work better now.
The cat has two sets
of points affecting it now:
the way she adjusts
her angle of pursuit
to overtake the mouse,
and the strategy she
employs to evade the dog.
Obviously, the
dog's optimal strategy
is to head for the mouse
and let the cat come to him.
Then we don't have to
know his location, right?
Just where Hoyle is
going to be looking for him.
Exactly. So, if we adjust,
and weight values
for Rivers' previous known
locations... so old addresses
and sites of arrest and such,
eliminating places that we know
Hoyle has already searched,
while using them to infer her
decision patterns... Voodoo.
Hey, Charlie. Hey.
You ready?
We're supposed to go to dinner.
Yeah, but if you're in
the middle of something...
I am. I'm in the middle
of pursuit curves.
I'm just trying to reduce
Don's search options
for those spree killers.
Okay.
I can take a break, you know?
As long as we go
someplace close.
No. Charlie, this is clearly
more important than dinner.
It is important, but you
are important, too.
Look, Charlie, we'll
both have to eat again.
Anyway, I have a
seminar on Thursday
on the adaptive enumeration
of implicit surfaces,
and I should probably
go over my notes.
Yeah. You sure?
I'm sure.
Okay. (chuckles)
(sighs)
MEGAN (over radio): Warrant's a
go on the cousin's house. Get in there.
Charlie's math says Crystal
should show up here next.
Guys, intel has Billy Rivers'
cousin in the back bedroom.
Copy that.
(quietly): FBI,
sorry about this.
Two occupants secured:
Rivers' cousin and girlfriend.
Clear to extract.
Even with all of Charlie's
math, your psych profiles,
we're putting a lot
of eggs in this basket.
You know that Crystal's
looking for Rivers.
She's been on the streets
talking to all the
same people as us.
It's amazing.
When somebody starts
with all the advantages:
good home, good
parents, ends up here.
I don't think she
wanted advantages.
I think she just wanted
to see what was out there.
A little advice?
When you get into
heads like theirs,
make sure they don't
get into yours, too.
You're probably right.
Trans Am is coming up Vineland.
MEGAN: We've got Winters;
it looks like he's alone.
Trans Am is parked
two houses up.
She must be in a second
car... They never split up.
Yeah, but the streets are empty.
She's not in the zone.
He's coming into the
backyard. Copy that.
He's making his
way to the back door.
COLBY: Copy that.
Two more seconds,
we're going to have to take him.
MEGAN: Everybody, go now.
FBI! FBI, don't move!
That was a hell of a shot.
Better than he deserves.
I'm not telling
you where she is.
DON: He doesn't know. He's bait.
She almost got him killed.
BUCK: You don't understand her.
Cris loves me so much,
she never lets
me out of her sight.
I had to wait for her to
fall asleep just to leave.
She shot his father
14 times, right?
Fourteen. My mother
drank herself to death
over that old bastard's abuse,
and Cris was the only
one who was there for me.
He wanted to get
her fired for that.
And she killed him
to protect your secret?
You're not listening.
I killed him.
I'll kill anyone who
tries to hurt her.
The things she's already
been through in life.
You didn't tell her where
you were going, did you?
You wanted to get
to Rivers before she did?
Cris wants to talk to him.
This guy who lied
to her, he used her,
he got her arrested.
Look, you see what
she did to Brenner?
What almost
happened to you, huh?
If you love her, Buck,
you have to help
us take her safely.
Take her?
You can't lock up
a force of nature.
Hey, how'd it go?
Any new information?
He's young, stupid and in love.
I don't think he's
going to budge.
You got any juice left
on those pursuit curves?
I'll take another look,
but I suspect we're
no longer looking
at anything like
a classic pursuit.
You know Dad's planning
on moving out, right?
You okay with it?
Of course I'm okay.
I mean, no, I'm going
to miss him, though.
I'm going to miss the guy,
but I can certainly understand
his point of view.
Yeah, watch, he'll become
this big stud, you know?
Yeah, right.
Something else?
Oh, um, Amita, she
decided to stay at Cal Sci.
Oh, no season
tickets for the Bruins?
Dude, I wasn't ever
going to move to Boston.
Well, so what's the problem?
There's no problem.
No, no, no, don't get me wrong.
No, she's amazing.
She's an amazing woman.
It just seems like
I keep wondering
if she's thinking, "Is this
what I gave up Harvard for?"
Ah, she stayed.
She wants the same
things you want.
Maybe I don't want those
things, though, you know?
Hmm. Yeah, look, I don't know.
I mean, don't
know if relationships
are ever exactly what we want.
I mean, me and Robin...
You like her?
Yeah, I like her, I just...
I don't know.
Look, you say you
wanted a second chance.
You got it, you know?
The only thing
that'll screw that up...
Is me? Yeah, exactly.
(shackles rattling)
(engine starting)
(car alarm chirps)
17 years old and
his future is already
a forgone conclusion.
You know how
fearsome a thought that is
that a single choice
can determine a destiny?
Buck Winters' or
Crystal Hoyle's destiny?
One's essentially a child,
the other's a
fully-formed adult.
Formed around a 15-year-old girl
who made the kind
of bad decisions
that 15-year-old girls make,
and then those
decisions stay with you
for the rest of your life.
I am detecting here an authority
that transcends the theoretical.
Well... I didn't run away from
home, but I didn't walk, either.
And unlike Crystal,
I can live with all
of my decisions.
I don't even regret
most of them.
Does that make
you uncomfortable?
Listen, I live in hotel rooms
and sleep on office sofas.
Does that make
you uncomfortable?
No, I find it oddly attractive.
(chuckles)
You continually put me
in mind of the M57 nebula.
Both of you with these
layers upon layers
of endless complexity.
You know, I don't think
I'm ever going to tire
of being compared
to the M57 nebula.
And thank you for breakfast.
I was way too
wound up to go home.
Hey, you should give me a call
when your orbit
comes back around.
Maybe towards my place sometime.
(chuckles)
(car starts)
(car drives away)
Not exactly the kind of
guy I pictured you with.
I really wouldn't if I were you.
You know who I am,
so you know what I'm capable of.
We live or we die,
it's your choice.
What do you want to do?
Do you want to live
or do you want to die?
What I want is you to
get in the car and drive.
CLOSED CAPTIONED
(electronica-infused
rock music playing)
♪ I wish that I could fly ♪
♪ Into the sky ♪
♪ So very high ♪
♪ Just like the dragonfly ♪
♪ I'd fly above the trees ♪
♪ Over the seas ♪
♪ All degrees ♪
♪ To where I please ♪
♪ Oh, I want to get away ♪
♪ I want to fly away,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I want to get away... ♪
Doesn't look good.
Richer or poorer, baby.
Just like the midget
Elvis preacher said.
Mm-hmm.
♪ Let's go and see the
stars, the Milky Way ♪
♪ Or even Mars ♪
♪ Where they could
just be ours... ♪
Everyone get down
on the floor now!
Open the register!
(register bell dings)
MAN: You, is that your Beamer?
Give me the keys now.
Keys.
♪ Oh, oh, yeah ♪
♪ I want to get away ♪
♪ I want to fly away... ♪
Hey!
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I want to get away ♪
♪ I want to fly away ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I want to get away ♪
♪ I want to fly away, yeah... ♪
(sirens wailing)
(indistinct radio transmission)
We got any descriptions?
No one was in any shape to talk,
so we're pulling the
security tapes now.
Robbery? Call it that.
Made off with $122.
Plus the car.
That Mustang was hot-wired;
there's, uh, gun oil in
the glove compartment,
so they probably
took something else.
I'll go find out what
the victims were driving.
If you get anything, get an
APB out on them, all right?
MEGAN: It's not about the money.
Not exclusively, anyway.
Check this out.
"Our love is like a flower,
it grows with every hour."
That's just awful.
EDGERTON: At least
he got it to rhyme this time.
MEGAN: Hey. DON: Well,
what do you know, Ian?
Buck likes burritos; he eats
them frozen, like Popsicles.
Buck? Winters.
The other one is Crystal Hoyle.
If she left prints, they're
on the cash drawer.
Thanks for making the drive.
I know we're out of
your AO. No problem.
We owe Ian a favor
or two, don't we, guys?
11 hits in the last 17 days.
Violent, but
strictly small-time.
And crossing state
lines throws it to us.
Okay, let me grab a coffee.
I haven't been able to
get out ahead of them yet.
There's no rhyme or
reason to their moves.
They seem to go for
whatever's in front of them.
And the girl's a teacher?
Yeah. Winters was in her
20th Century Europe class.
His father found out
she'd been corrupting
little Buck's morals since
the homecoming game.
Only thing a teacher ever
gave me was detention.
Yeah, well, however
the conversation went,
Dad ended up with a full clip
of 9mm ball ammo in his chest.
Just seems like a
pretty extreme reaction.
Well, look, I mean, she's facing
a statutory rape charge.
They tucked Dad in
Buck's garage, hit the road,
started robbing their
way across the country.
What do you say, guys?
MEGAN: Hey, you
know, so, spree killers
generally tend to
derive exhilaration
from the act itself.
Now, if they're lovers,
there's gonna be
a strong sexual
component to it also.
Yeah, he's 17, and...
take a look at her.
Still, that's a pretty big
career change for a
30-year-old teacher
with no priors.
Actually, Crystal Hoyle
has a sealed juvenile
record that the Texas
school system didn't know about.
Aha. Yeah, she was picked up
for a misdemeanor
drug possession
in 1992, right here in L.A.
Track someone five, six days,
you start getting hunches
that you can't exactly explain.
Mine says that
she's making her way
back to your neighborhood.
DON: All right.
Why don't you get
their pictures out and
check the overnights
for anything that
looks like them.
How about you and I go see
if we can get these
dots connected.
DON: Charlie. Whoa, whoa!
CHARLIE: No, no, oh. Yeah,
this isn't what it looks like.
Well, that's a relief
because it looks like
your friend there was
about to perforate you.
LARRY: Actually, Professor Eppes
is protected by the most
impenetrable armor of all,
physics. That's right.
My weight is distributed
amongst the spikes at
an even 1.7 pounds each.
With the kinetic
energy of the hammer...
Charles, I think the
drama of demonstration
would be most instructive here.
Wait, wait. Hold, hold.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, let me just...
You all right?
(chuckling): Yeah.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold
on, hold on, hold on.
(grunting)
Yeah. I'm...
(coughs) ...fine.
If you don't mind my asking,
what exactly does
all that accomplish?
LARRY: The unwavering
attention of my Faith
and Physics class.
Hello.
Dr. Larry Fleinhardt.
This is Agent Ian
Edgerton. My pleasure.
He's got a couple
of killers on the run.
He thinks they might
be headed to L.A.
EDGERTON: Or already here.
I remember how that
voodoo of yours helped
to tighten the search grid
the last time around. Voodoo?
In spite of my
invaluable assistance,
on two instances, mind you,
Agent Edgerton
maintains some skepticism
about the analytical
approach to man hunting.
And yet, here you are.
The instinct part of me
says not to miss any bets.
Well, hey. Let's hope
we can come up with something
a little more
substantive than instinct.
All right, these
dots, representing...?
Black are confirmed
sightings, red are robberies,
yellow are killings.
They're hitting like every
day or two, then they
fall off the grid, they show up
a couple hundred miles away.
I can tell you what
they eat, what they drink,
what car they'll
steal; what I can't do
is tell you what
they'll do next.
Right. We got
amateurs, you know.
I mean, for us, it's
easier to find pros.
Did you forget to
mark a point here?
No.
No? No.
We had no sightings
anywhere in Wyoming.
Okay. Did you see
some sort of pattern here?
A Langevin-like
equation, maybe, or...
I just thought that there
should be a point there.
What, you got a hunch?
I don't...
I don't have hunches.
You know, when I hypothesize,
is really what it is,
it's an intuitive
synthesis of established
mathematical
principles and theorems.
Knowledge plus a guess...
where I come from, that's a hunch.
MEGAN: Crystal
is clearly the alpha.
You see how all
the spoils go to her?
She clears the register.
Even Buck throws
her the car keys.
That's pretty sloppy,
though, leaving this video.
Well, unless it's deliberate.
I mean, he fits the profile
for the classic
teenage thrill-killer
in which case, all he wants
is credit for every crime.
The poem. She's working off
something entirely different.
She's focused and intent.
It says here she
ran away from home
at age 15 and
came to Los Angeles.
And that she got picked up 18
months later on a drug charge.
18 months alone on the streets.
It's not hard to
fill in those blanks.
No.
Then she went back to Texas
and totally cleaned
up her life, right?
She goes to college, she
gets her teaching degree.
And sex education
for a high school senior.
Buck's dad finds out about it.
She's facing
exposure, even prison.
Yeah, but this response
is totally disproportionate
to the catalyst.
There's something else.
Yeah. Like why a
hot history teacher
goes for a high
school football player.
That's a question
only a 30-year-old man
would have to ask.
Don. That dot that
Charlie saw in Wyoming?
I don't know how
he did it, but he did.
Robbery on the
15th of this month.
A bar outside of Red
Desert, Wyoming.
A couple fitting Crystal Hoyle
and Buck Winters' description
hung around till closing time.
They put the bartender
in the hospital.
They hit that gas
station in Colorado,
what was that, like the 14th?
I know the next sighting
was Salt Lake City the 17th.
That's plenty of time to
cross in and out of Wyoming.
It fits the map
and the timeline. Definitely.
Buck always signs
his robberies... poems,
smiling at the security
camera, dropping their names.
Well, maybe he didn't
want to brag about this one.
Could be they had
friends close by,
somebody who could hide 'em out?
Yeah, why don't you
check with the Austin office.
See if either of them
had any connections
in Wyoming. All right.
And then do a phone
dump on that bar.
I mean, maybe
they called someone
while they were sitting around.
And the beach.
I've never seen the ocean.
Sure, baby, I'll take
you to the beach.
And that place
with the footprints
in the cement and
the movie stars.
Cris? Huh?
That place with the cement
footprints... what's that called?
Chinese Theater.
We'll go there, too.
I thought you didn't
like Porsches.
Gas tank's almost empty.
What do you figure
the boss drives?
Nicest car on the lot.
DON: Hey, Dad.
Oh, hey. I was looking for you.
Not that difficult to find.
Either the living
room of the kitchen.
Ooh. Condos, huh?
Yeah. All that money I
made selling the house
has just been sitting in
the bank doing nothing.
My accountant said
I should reinvest.
You know what they
say about real estate.
No, what do they say?
Actually, I don't
know. I've never owned
anything, but, you know,
you read about the bubble.
They say it can't hurt
to wait, so...
Well, you know, actually, um...
It's not about reinvestment,
actually, it's, uh...
Do you realize I
haven't lived by myself
for over 40 years.
What? You're talking
about actually moving out?
I'm considering it.
Well, this looks like some
pretty serious considering, Dad.
Well, I've been making
a list of all the things
I still want to do and...
I would just like to do
some things on my own.
Mm-hmm. Charlie?
I haven't told him yet.
A-And I would rather you didn't.
Yeah, well, you're
on your own there.
Actually, you should get
one with a tennis court.
I don't play tennis.
Yeah, but I do.
(cocks shotgun)
Hey. I'm not a hero.
Take anything you want.
What do you think we want?
Hundred-thousand-dollar car.
Cris?
Crystal?
Get his keys.
I thought you said we
didn't have any secrets!
That's not a secret.
Really?
What the hell do you call that?
Pile of dead bones.
All you need to know
is that you have my heart.
Now get the keys.
This is Pierce Brenner.
His name's on the sign.
Sent all the employees
home at 8:15, locked up.
Salesman forgot his wallet,
came back and found
the body by 9:00,
and now Brenner's car
is missing. Makes sense.
They've been switching
cars every day or two.
Yeah, but always
a subordinate act
to a more flamboyant,
violent one.
These dealerships are
like fishbowls at night...
It's easy to see
in, hard to see out.
They watched from over here.
Spree killers act on
impulse; they don't generally
stalk their victims.
You think they
targeted this guy?
She was here in L.A. in '92.
Awful long time
to hold a grudge.
Bad memories last a long time.
This is the second crime
they haven't signed.
New MO.
Something's changing.
I can't help but thinking that
the very things that elude me
about this particular case
are-are pivotal to helping Don.
You know?
You know, because the knotty
problem with spree criminals
is that their actions
most closely approximate
true randomness,
with such a wide
range of variables.
So much so that it's
usually only their mistakes
that lead to their apprehension,
you know, not-not some sort of
a predictive
analysis, not-not, uh...
I'm rambling.
Yeah.
I'm rambling because,
um, you invited me
here to this dinner
most likely to tell
me that you have
accepted Harvard's offer.
And I guess I'm just trying
to fill the air with noise
to keep you from
telling me that...
Charlie. Um, but...
Charlie.
I've accepted Cal
Sci's professorship offer.
I'm staying.
Well, that's great.
Well, that's great news
for Cal Sci, of course.
You know... (chuckles softly)
No, I-I do believe
we-we have a far
superior program...
It's a great
opportunity, and, um...
hopefully, it's a great
opportunity for us as well.
"Us."
Charlie, over
these last few years,
you and I have stopped
and started so many times.
I know I for one would...
very much like to
see what happens.
I'm just not sure how
to break it to Charlie.
Well, might I suggest directly?
He doesn't take change
that well, you know.
When I tried to sell
my house, he bought it.
Eh, don't underestimate
Charles' ability to adapt.
You know, over
the last few years,
he's made some
very striking changes,
overwhelmingly for the better.
Mm-hmm. I suppose you're right.
I mean, after all,
I would expect him to
be just as candid with me.
By the way,
since you've sold your house,
where have you been living?
Oh, just various people's sofas,
the car, my office sometimes.
You mean you're homeless?
No, no, no, just
without an address.
Intentionally so.
You know, I've
just come to realize
that committing oneself
to a permanent space
just constrains one's
intellectual vista.
Hmm.
Last week, I spent several
nights in the mountains,
contemplating the heavens...
And this from a
non-cosmological point of view...
For the first time in years.
Hmm. And, uh,
how does Megan feel about
this vagabond style of yours?
Well, I've had to explain
to her that there's got to be
some sort of a
firewall, if you will,
between one's
romantic aspirations
and the larger life goals.
Mm-hmm. You're in check.
Oh, yeah, so I am.
Larry, I'm going to give
you the same advice
that I've given to all
the geniuses I know.
Which is? Don't be an idiot.
Yeah.
Hey. Hey.
Two hours before Crystal Hoyle
and Buck Winters robbed
that bar in Wyoming,
a call was made from
the bar's pay phone
to Venice, California.
Number came back
to a Lydia Campos.
Possession and intent to sell.
Look at May 13, '92.
Picked up on a drug
sweep with Crystal Hoyle.
Now, there's a coincidence.
Fortunately, a
judge didn't think so.
He gave us a Title 3 wiretap.
I figured we'd give it some
time before we brought Lydia in,
(phone ringing) see if
Crystal tries to contact her.
We have a call coming in.
(phone ringing)
LYDIA: Yeah?
CRYSTAL: I'm here, in L.A.
You going to help me out?
Do I have a choice?
Yeah, always.
I remember once I had a choice
between getting busted and
letting my best friend O.D.
(device beeping)
Hold on, come on, come on.
So, you'll help.
I'll ask around.
Pay phone, Washington
and Broadway.
(dialing)
What about the other thing?
You really going to do it?
Watch the news tonight.
(dial tone)
We got the phone,
but they're gone.
DISPATCH: Copy that.
Wonder what they
were doing in this area.
New car.
That's the Porsche they
stole from the car dealership.
Two in one night?
Maybe they didn't
like the upholstery.
Blood on the bumper.
Two cars, two dead bodies.
No robbery, no poem.
Reeves is right...
Something's changing.
Hoyle and Winters
have now switched
to a 1978 Trans Am,
license plate 3X722H2.
DISPATCH: Copy
your vehicle description.
(knock at door)
Come back in an hour.
Hey, do you know
who you're playing with?
Do you know what
you're standing in?
91 octane.
I knew a guy
lit a cigarette in a lab.
He's still in the burn ward.
Open the door.
On your knees!
Get on your knees!
No trouble, lady.
Sure there is, man.
People like you
screwing up kids,
someone's children.
It's here, just like she said.
What?
Feels like we forgot something.
No, Cris, come
on. Let's just go.
You love me or not?
Of course I love you.
Go.
(tires screeching)
Witnesses saw a male
white and female white
flee the scene in a Trans Am.
Size-nine work boots.
See the star-shaped
scuff on the insole?
Buck picked that up
between Kansas and Missouri.
You know, meth labs like to use
users as workers
'cause they can
pay them in product.
Lydia Campos... you
figure she worked here
gave them the setup? Right.
They got to have
$50, $100 Gs in cash
around here, double
that in product.
It's never been about
the money before.
Yeah, but drugs are
what got Crystal arrested
and sent back home.
Maybe this was symbolic
or retributive.
Or it's all about grenades.
Hey, I got a whole cache
of weapons up here, guys.
Do I, do I have
something on my...
on the side of my mouth?
I'm moving out.
Okay.
What I mean is, it's
a good time to buy,
and, no, it has
nothing to do with you.
I like living with you.
It's just that I'd like
to try living by myself.
Yeah, no, okay, I
can, I-I can see that.
You can? Yeah.
Well, you haven't lived
alone in, what, 50 years?
Forty. Okay.
How can a math genius not
know how old his father is?
Of course I'm going to miss you.
Well, I mean, its not like
I'm moving out of
the city or anything.
I mean, uh, we're going to
see each other all the time.
Look at this, this is pretty,
pretty nice, you know.
You got a swimming
pool and a tennis court.
You going to play tennis?
Are you sure you're
all right with this?
Yeah, sure. Sure, I'm sure.
Why would I not
be all right, right?
It's just that you seem
a little bit more all right
than I would expect.
No, go, go, uh,
sow your wild oats.
Right?
Ah, the elusive mystery dot.
Point.
And the reason I found it
is still eluding me.
Yeah, you know, Otto Loewi
spent 17 years searching
for proof that nervous
impulses are
chemically transmitted?
It came to him one
night in a dream.
And he wrote it down,
but the next morning,
he woke up, he couldn't
read his own handwriting.
Now fortunately,
he had the same
dream the next night.
Good for Otto Loewi.
What do you want me to
say... My Dad is moving out.
You know that?
Yeah. He's moving
into one of those
singles, you know,
bachelor... you knew?
Yeah. He was concerned
about how you'd react.
I don't know why, you know.
If this is something he wants
to do, I want him to be happy.
You know?
Granted, it is
weird; it seems like
in less than 24 hours,
I lost a housemate
and kind of gained a girlfriend.
Girlfriend?
Wait, I knew that Amita had
accepted the job at Cal Sci,
but... What if she
stayed here for me?
I don't know. I'm
not one to, you know,
interpret the innermost
workings of the female psyche,
but girlfriend?
I mean, I'm happy,
but, uh... but...
But what?
It's a lot of responsibility.
You know? Sure.
What if we don't work out?
You know, we've only
been on a few dates, really.
What if she gave
up this job for...
Oh, my God, what if she
wants to move into my house
now that my Dad is gone?
You're getting a little ahead
of yourself here, aren't you?
I mean...
Well, but still...
Now, see, there's
"still." Still, still what?
(sighs)
This could be the old saw.
You chased her
till she caught you.
I chased.
So really this map
is telling us a story.
It's the story of two people
traveling across the country,
committing crimes.
But that's only half the story.
You see,
it's as if we're
looking at a plane
flying across the sky
banking and spinning.
Now, if we follow
its flight path,
we may be able
to discern a pattern.
Perhaps even an
eventual destination.
However, there is something
that this map isn't showing us.
What we're not seeing is
that there is a second plane
chasing after that first plane.
It's affecting its movement.
It's weighing in on each
of the pilot's decisions.
I'm that second plane.
AMITA: Exactly.
When we plot your movements
against those of your targets...
The pattern makes itself known.
Oh, some pattern.
They hit, I chase.
Oh, not exactly, I mean,
for instance, you came
to Los Angeles before you
even knew they were here.
Well, on a little bit of
information and a big hunch.
LARRY: And when we
plotted your path,
against Hoyle and Winters',
we got this.
The missing Wyoming dot.
Yeah. This is the
Red Desert robbery.
The missing point on a curve
that I didn't even
realize I was looking at.
It's a variation
on something called
a pursuit curve.
It's created when one
point chases after another.
See, if a fighter pilot
aims straight at the point
where he sees an enemy plane,
by the time he gets there,
that plane's going to be gone.
So, in order to maintain
his following distance,
he has to adjust his direction,
matching the
movements of his quarry.
Now, if he wants
to catch that plane,
he has to anticipate
its movement,
aim his nose ahead
of the lead plane.
(machine gunfire)
You have been locked
in a pursuit curve
with the killers.
Charlie, can the curve tell us
where they're going
to turn up next?
Well, Laplace said that
if he knew the velocity
and position of every particle
in the universe, he
could predict every
future event. DON: Sure. I mean,
the same principles
apply to human behavior.
Right?
Megan, we will need to see
all of your profiling data.
CHARLIE: And, Ian, we're going
to need more data on
your tracking methodology.
You get the feeling that
everybody's forgotten about us?
I get that feeling a lot.
(phone rings)
She's getting a call.
LYDIA: Yeah?
CRYSTAL: Did you see
the news about the meth lab?
Yeah. It was just like
I told you, wasn't it?
Yeah.
Listen to me.
Maybe you should just leave
well enough alone, you know?
Just, uh... go.
Leave well enough alone?
I just meant that, uh...
Look, there's a bag for you.
It's under the
mailbox on the corner.
You're a good friend.
DAVID: Lydia Campos just got
a call from Crystal Hoyle.
Yeah, yeah. We heard.
The mailbox she's talking
about is visible from the front door.
We go for it, she's
going to see us.
She's still our best lead.
We've got to let her run.
What if the bag that Crystal
just left for her is full
of hand grenades?
DON: I agree. I don't
think we can risk it.
Risk? What about
letting these two run loose
for even one more day?
Ian, there's no decision here.
Take it! David, take the bag!
How you doing, Lydia?
Come on. I'm not carrying.
No, you were just going
to mail a letter, right?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Things that people
leave under mailboxes.
No way you can say that's mine.
No. Not anymore.
Turn around and put
your hands on your head.
You got the drugs back.
What else do you want?
We want Crystal,
and the grenades
you virtually handed
her from the meth lab.
This girl is supposed
to be your friend, right?
You've known her since '92.
You were waitresses
together. We were both just kids.
No. She was just
a 15-year-old kid
who had run away from home.
Her parents were
pushing her for grades.
They wouldn't let her hang out.
It didn't sound like a house
I would have run away from.
And how long was it before
you got her into drugs?
It wasn't me.
She got involved
with this married guy.
You know, the kind that
comes on like he's a friend,
finds her an apartment.
And, before he says
what he really wants,
it's too late for her
to say no anymore?
Six months later, she and
Billy turned up on my doorstep,
looking for a place to crash.
Billy being the married guy?
Billy being the rebound guy.
He was a total loser.
I tried to tell Cris that,
but this married guy,
he screwed her up real good.
Billy's the reason we
got busted, though.
They were his drugs.
After, she was
sent back to Texas.
So why did she call
you 15 years later?
She said she met someone...
someone who was going
to help make things right.
When I told her
about the meth lab
and all the guns, she
got real interested.
What about Billy?
Where am I supposed to find him?
I don't know.
Crystal asked me the same thing.
Billy Rivers. Arrested for
dealing, bunco, stealing.
Jack of all trades,
master of none.
Nobody's heard from
him for about two days.
Right. Right around
the time Hoyle hit town.
If Reeves is right
about the meth lab hit,
Crystal's on some payback kick.
The guy who got her
busted would be up on the list.
Yeah, along with Pierce Brenner.
The dead car salesman.
MEGAN: Yeah.
In 1992, he was working
at a car dealership
three blocks from where
Crystal and Lydia
were waiting tables.
Lydia said that Crystal
disappeared with a married guy.
All right, so what?
She runs away,
she hooks up with
Brenner, rebounds
with Billy Rivers and drugs.
This isn't about a rebound.
This girl has
crossed a threshold.
She is 15 years old, and
there are no more boundaries.
DAVID: Wait. But she
moved back home, right?
Straightened her life out,
and became some
kind of model citizen.
Yeah. Until Buck Winters,
and the unfulfilled
fantasy of innocent love,
and the way that her
life could have gone.
Until she killed
the kid's father.
Right. Destroying any boundaries
she had left at all,
plunging her into
this even darker fantasy,
where she kills the
older guy who used her,
and destroys the
drugs that sent her back
to this middle-class lifestyle
that she never even wanted.
She's erasing her mistakes.
Billy Rivers is one
of those mistakes.
Well, we better find her
before she does, right?
♪ ♪
I mean, we've been
through his known associates,
his favorite hangouts, right?
The guy is hiding.
And Hoyle and Winters
are out there looking for him.
What do you think
about, you know,
like, adjusting the
pursuit curve for that?
Uh... for Crystal
chasing Rivers.
If we can find him fast,
he'd be good bait.
You know, I've... I've
been running expressions
assuming a dog chasing a cat.
It's actually a dog chasing
a cat chasing a mouse.
I thought I was an airplane.
Oh, cats and dogs
work better now.
The cat has two sets
of points affecting it now:
the way she adjusts
her angle of pursuit
to overtake the mouse,
and the strategy she
employs to evade the dog.
Obviously, the
dog's optimal strategy
is to head for the mouse
and let the cat come to him.
Then we don't have to
know his location, right?
Just where Hoyle is
going to be looking for him.
Exactly. So, if we adjust,
and weight values
for Rivers' previous known
locations... so old addresses
and sites of arrest and such,
eliminating places that we know
Hoyle has already searched,
while using them to infer her
decision patterns... Voodoo.
Hey, Charlie. Hey.
You ready?
We're supposed to go to dinner.
Yeah, but if you're in
the middle of something...
I am. I'm in the middle
of pursuit curves.
I'm just trying to reduce
Don's search options
for those spree killers.
Okay.
I can take a break, you know?
As long as we go
someplace close.
No. Charlie, this is clearly
more important than dinner.
It is important, but you
are important, too.
Look, Charlie, we'll
both have to eat again.
Anyway, I have a
seminar on Thursday
on the adaptive enumeration
of implicit surfaces,
and I should probably
go over my notes.
Yeah. You sure?
I'm sure.
Okay. (chuckles)
(sighs)
MEGAN (over radio): Warrant's a
go on the cousin's house. Get in there.
Charlie's math says Crystal
should show up here next.
Guys, intel has Billy Rivers'
cousin in the back bedroom.
Copy that.
(quietly): FBI,
sorry about this.
Two occupants secured:
Rivers' cousin and girlfriend.
Clear to extract.
Even with all of Charlie's
math, your psych profiles,
we're putting a lot
of eggs in this basket.
You know that Crystal's
looking for Rivers.
She's been on the streets
talking to all the
same people as us.
It's amazing.
When somebody starts
with all the advantages:
good home, good
parents, ends up here.
I don't think she
wanted advantages.
I think she just wanted
to see what was out there.
A little advice?
When you get into
heads like theirs,
make sure they don't
get into yours, too.
You're probably right.
Trans Am is coming up Vineland.
MEGAN: We've got Winters;
it looks like he's alone.
Trans Am is parked
two houses up.
She must be in a second
car... They never split up.
Yeah, but the streets are empty.
She's not in the zone.
He's coming into the
backyard. Copy that.
He's making his
way to the back door.
COLBY: Copy that.
Two more seconds,
we're going to have to take him.
MEGAN: Everybody, go now.
FBI! FBI, don't move!
That was a hell of a shot.
Better than he deserves.
I'm not telling
you where she is.
DON: He doesn't know. He's bait.
She almost got him killed.
BUCK: You don't understand her.
Cris loves me so much,
she never lets
me out of her sight.
I had to wait for her to
fall asleep just to leave.
She shot his father
14 times, right?
Fourteen. My mother
drank herself to death
over that old bastard's abuse,
and Cris was the only
one who was there for me.
He wanted to get
her fired for that.
And she killed him
to protect your secret?
You're not listening.
I killed him.
I'll kill anyone who
tries to hurt her.
The things she's already
been through in life.
You didn't tell her where
you were going, did you?
You wanted to get
to Rivers before she did?
Cris wants to talk to him.
This guy who lied
to her, he used her,
he got her arrested.
Look, you see what
she did to Brenner?
What almost
happened to you, huh?
If you love her, Buck,
you have to help
us take her safely.
Take her?
You can't lock up
a force of nature.
Hey, how'd it go?
Any new information?
He's young, stupid and in love.
I don't think he's
going to budge.
You got any juice left
on those pursuit curves?
I'll take another look,
but I suspect we're
no longer looking
at anything like
a classic pursuit.
You know Dad's planning
on moving out, right?
You okay with it?
Of course I'm okay.
I mean, no, I'm going
to miss him, though.
I'm going to miss the guy,
but I can certainly understand
his point of view.
Yeah, watch, he'll become
this big stud, you know?
Yeah, right.
Something else?
Oh, um, Amita, she
decided to stay at Cal Sci.
Oh, no season
tickets for the Bruins?
Dude, I wasn't ever
going to move to Boston.
Well, so what's the problem?
There's no problem.
No, no, no, don't get me wrong.
No, she's amazing.
She's an amazing woman.
It just seems like
I keep wondering
if she's thinking, "Is this
what I gave up Harvard for?"
Ah, she stayed.
She wants the same
things you want.
Maybe I don't want those
things, though, you know?
Hmm. Yeah, look, I don't know.
I mean, don't
know if relationships
are ever exactly what we want.
I mean, me and Robin...
You like her?
Yeah, I like her, I just...
I don't know.
Look, you say you
wanted a second chance.
You got it, you know?
The only thing
that'll screw that up...
Is me? Yeah, exactly.
(shackles rattling)
(engine starting)
(car alarm chirps)
17 years old and
his future is already
a forgone conclusion.
You know how
fearsome a thought that is
that a single choice
can determine a destiny?
Buck Winters' or
Crystal Hoyle's destiny?
One's essentially a child,
the other's a
fully-formed adult.
Formed around a 15-year-old girl
who made the kind
of bad decisions
that 15-year-old girls make,
and then those
decisions stay with you
for the rest of your life.
I am detecting here an authority
that transcends the theoretical.
Well... I didn't run away from
home, but I didn't walk, either.
And unlike Crystal,
I can live with all
of my decisions.
I don't even regret
most of them.
Does that make
you uncomfortable?
Listen, I live in hotel rooms
and sleep on office sofas.
Does that make
you uncomfortable?
No, I find it oddly attractive.
(chuckles)
You continually put me
in mind of the M57 nebula.
Both of you with these
layers upon layers
of endless complexity.
You know, I don't think
I'm ever going to tire
of being compared
to the M57 nebula.
And thank you for breakfast.
I was way too
wound up to go home.
Hey, you should give me a call
when your orbit
comes back around.
Maybe towards my place sometime.
(chuckles)
(car starts)
(car drives away)
Not exactly the kind of
guy I pictured you with.
I really wouldn't if I were you.
You know who I am,
so you know what I'm capable of.
We live or we die,
it's your choice.
What do you want to do?
Do you want to live
or do you want to die?
What I want is you to
get in the car and drive.