Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 3, Episode 13 - Finders Keepers - full transcript
The search for a yacht ends up splitting Charlie's loyalties when two agencies ask for his help.
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(seagulls squawking)
MAN: So these are some examples
of what we might
find today in our catch.
Pacific crab,
sea anemones,
a number of a
variety of starfish.
We'll find sea urchins,
as well as a host of
sardines and mackerel.
Now, when I release
this net over here,
I want you to try to identify
as many creatures as you can.
Keep a list in your
notebooks there.
So far, most of what
we can see here is kelp,
which you're all familiar
with from the beach, right?
Everybody's seen that?
Good. So write down "kelp."
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(gasping)
Somebody call the Harbor Patrol!
(indistinct police
radio transmission)
(helicopter flying overhead)
WOMAN: Hey, boys.
How is it this guy
rates FBI attention?
Well, he has the dumb
luck of getting himself
scooped up out of the ocean.
Crimes at sea
puts it on our desk.
WOMAN: He wasn't
in the water long.
16 to 24 hours...
I can't say for sure
till I get him in the shop,
but he was probably
dead before he went in.
COLBY: Think the bullet hole in
his wetsuit had
anything to do with that?
Actually, Granger, it's
the bullet hole in the diver
that really clinched
it. Thank you.
Glad to see those four
years of med school
didn't go to waste on you.
Five.
So where'd you find it?
The boat was dragging the bottom
over several miles,
seeing what they could
pull up for the kids. Kids?
Junior high class on an
oceanography field trip.
That must have
gone over real well.
(chuckles)
And it's not a regular
wetsuit here, right?
No, it's definitely commercial.
He's an oil rig
diver or something?
All right, check it out.
"Morris Marine Salvage."
COLBY: Salvage diver
then, huh? Makes a living
pulling things up off
the bottom of the ocean,
winds up somebody else's catch.
Hey, Charlie.
Hey.
You headed for school?
No, actually.
I'm headed to the FBI to drop
off some crime index work I did,
but after that, yeah, I am.
Ah, you're looking
for a match, huh?
With you? You crazy?
Said I'd never do that again.
Sit around watching you
getting bored with me all the time?
Or condescending.
Or bored and condescending.
Well...
thought maybe
you were desperate.
You know, seeing as your
usual chess partner Larry
is currently in low earth orbit.
No, not at all.
You know, Millie says she
has a pretty good game.
Oh, really? Well, then,
I'll be sure to teach her
some of my best
condescending looks. No.
I mean, no coaching.
She says she has
a pretty good game,
you let her bring her game.
Dad, she's a mathematician.
That gives her the same
analytical edge that I have.
Yeah, I hadn't
thought about that.
Yeah.
Maybe I better think about
changing some of my strategy.
Maybe you take this whole
thing a little too seriously.
Charlie, it's chess.
Need I say more?
DON: What's up?
Hey. So you want to
know the dead guy's name?
Yeah.
Evan Koontz.
He was a Navy diver till '98.
He's been working a
bunch of dive jobs since.
And five months ago, he landed
Morris Marine Salvage,
but he really should have
done a little more homework
on his employers. Why's that?
Meet the Morris
brothers, Chris and Robert.
Yeah, what are they into?
Theft, assault... but I'm
kind of getting the feeling
all the marine salvage
people are not Boy Scouts.
Right.
I've been on the phone with
a bunch of salvage
companies in the area.
Turns out every single dive team
between here and San Diego
are out looking for
the same thing...
The Cheetah.
Yeah?
A 60-foot Open Class
racing yacht went down
a couple days ago.
COLBY: At 40 miles
out in deep water.
Think I read about this, right?
They're in some
'round the world race?
What, they still can't find it?
Yeah, they were headed for
Marina del Rey when she sank,
and the skipper
went down with her.
Charlie, are you a
closet yachtsman
or just really up on
the news? Neither.
Open Class is the term for the
cutting edge of racing yachts,
and a ton of math goes
into designing them.
A lot of it is based on my work
in computational fluid dynamics.
COLBY: Fluid dynamics being
aerodynamics in the water?
You can think of air
as a very thin liquid.
Both air and water
stick to surfaces
as they travel over
them, creating friction.
And what we can do is create
mathematically-optimized
designs that reduce friction,
lowering the drag as
air, or in this case water,
moves around the design.
The lower the drag,
the faster the boat.
How much you know about
this particular one? Not much.
Designs are kept
secret before a race.
What I can tell you
is that these boats
can easily cost
$8 to $10 million.
And a boat like the
Cheetah, even as a shipwreck,
is still worth a couple million.
COLBY: That would explain why
everybody's out looking for it.
Yeah, I mean, as far as
maritime law's concerned,
you find it, you own it.
Basically, we got
a big treasure hunt.
Somewhere out there,
on the bottom of the ocean,
is a $2 million prize.
(ship horn blowing)
Excuse me.
How you doing?
We're with the FBI.
Anyone from Morris
Salvage around?
I haven't seen
anybody today, no.
When was the last
time you saw them?
I don't know. Uh,
that's their boat.
It's been out past
couple of days.
Must have come
back in last night,
but I wasn't here, so...
What's your name? Jackson.
Okay, Jackson, thanks.
Yeah.
If this guy's right, that
means this barge was out
the same time period the
diver was shot and dumped.
You ever see Treasure
of the Sierra Madre?
Guys are out
looking for treasure,
they start getting greedy.
Mix in a little alcohol,
maybe an argument erupts
over how they're
going to split up
the prize when
they find it. Yeah.
Three guys sail out,
maybe only two make it back.
Hey, Colby.
Come here, check it out.
Yeah, that's probably
not finger paint, huh?
DON: Maybe better call in
and get a team out here.
Hold on, I'll be back in a sec.
Agent Warner.
How you doing?
What do you say, kid?
What's going on?
I got transferred.
L.A.'s my new base.
No way.
Yeah, I've been... been
here about three weeks.
You know, I just got
caught up in work.
You know how that is.
Yeah, definitely, sure.
I caught wind of your case,
gave me an excuse to see you.
Oh, yeah? All right.
I'm working a task force
looking at the marina
as an entrance point for drugs.
We've been seeing
supply boats come up
from Mexico and making
drops in deep water.
And local fishing
charters or salvage boats
go out, make the pickup.
Was hoping I can tag
along with you guys,
see if there's any connection
between that and this.
Yeah, sure.
Tag away.
All right.
COLBY: Hey, uh,
ERT guys are on their way.
How you doing, Agent Warner?
Good to see you.
Check out this picture I
found up in the wheelhouse.
Cheetah.
MAN: Morris Salvage isn't part
of the official search
for the Cheetah,
but that doesn't mean they
weren't out there looking.
Situation like this,
salvagers descend like flies.
Everybody's looking to
grab a piece of the rights to...
whatever's down there.
Well, that must be annoying.
It's your yacht and
everybody's looking to cash in.
Right now, the more
boats out there, the merrier.
Gives us a better
chance of finding Reid.
Reid Sarasin, your skipper?
I was in radio contact
with him until he went down.
Not a handful of
people in the world
could sail on his level.
You have any idea what
caused your yacht to sink, then?
Probably design flaw.
We fared well, most of the race,
but then, three
days out of Honolulu,
the keel starts to separate,
and she starts taking on water.
So why didn't they
turn back then?
The seas got rougher, we
realized how serious it was,
and Reid gave the
order to abandon ship.
And how many in his crew?
Five, including Reid.
We were able to
contact another yacht.
She doubled back,
picked up four of our guys,
but Reid wouldn't go.
He thought, with four
less bodies on board,
the Cheetah could make it.
But he didn't.
Seven minutes later,
we lost radio contact.
Then her locator
beacon went dead.
I can replace the
Cheetah, you know?
Can always build another boat.
But I'm not sure how I'm
going to replace Reid Sarasin.
Charlie. Charlie. Sorry.
Quick question for you.
How good is your dad at chess?
He's good.
He'll give you a real game.
Uh-oh.
I'm afraid I might have
misrepresented my
abilities just a little bit.
You don't play chess? No, I do.
I mean, I can. It's a game.
I'm good at games.
There's, like, what, there's
queen and the crown?
Oh, boy. Doesn't matter.
Alan will probably enjoy being
able to teach me something.
What's this?
What, now you're building a boat
on university time?
These are design
plans for a racing yacht
that came apart and sank.
Oh.
And you're looking
for the flaws.
I am, but I haven't
found any yet.
As far as I can tell,
the design is solid.
(writing on chalkboard)
With the allotted load
of crew and supplies,
well, I see no reason
why the keel failed.
You know, Charlie, I have
some sailing experience myself.
Well, no, no.
For real. Not like
my chess experience.
Real experience. I bet
you're gonna tell me about it.
Yes, I am.
I took a three-month
sabbatical from MIT,
and I spent it navigating
the South Pacific
with a friend from grad school.
Now, I know it sounds like
I'm in danger of not
having a point here,
but I do, and it's this:
Out at sea, all bets are off.
You encounter forces that
you could never, ever anticipate.
Granted, some of those forces
have to do with, you know,
being confined to
a very small space
with someone who you thought
you knew but clearly didn't,
someone who is so enamored
with the sound
of their own voice
that they could
just talk endlessly
for hours and hours
without ever
needing to even have
to take a breath. Millie.
I mean, you don't
know what it's like.
You said you had a point.
And I do.
Professor, it's this:
The ocean has to have exerted
tremendous physical
pressure on this boat.
I mean, have you accounted for
tensile stress, for
compressive creep,
for material fatigue here?
Well, I ran calculations...
to evaluate probabilities
for material failures,
to see if the design
would withstand
ocean conditions.
And I'll tell you, I
cannot find a single flaw.
Well, then why'd the yacht sink?
MEGAN: Colby, you're
gonna want to hear this, too.
That was the lab.
They just finished
the preliminary,
analysis on the blood you found
on the Morris barge. Uh-huh.
They isolated three
distinct samples.
The first one belongs
to our deceased diver,
Koontz, and the other two...
What, the brothers? Yeah.
The blood-types are consistent.
So the Morris brothers become
potential victims
now, not suspects?
Which means we shift
our focus where?
MEGAN: Other salvage
companies maybe?
Somebody who was trying
to stop the Morris barge
from finding the yacht?
LIZ: Or it could be related
to one of the drug operations
I was telling Don about.
DON: Right. Either
they're involved
or maybe the search for
the yacht took them too close
to something they
weren't supposed to see.
It's safe to say the guy
was shot on the barge.
Right? It's just a question
of where it was at the time.
If we knew where the
barge was, we would
know what other ships
were in the area,
who else had access.
CHARLIE: I got to tell you,
from a mathematical
standpoint, the designs
for this yacht are
absolutely amazing.
I mean, it almost has
me thinking about getting
back into my fluid
dynamics work again.
Ooh, you mean
abandon your cognitive
emergence theory?
Is that what you're talking
about? I said "almost".
Oh, good, because I remember
the damage that some of those,
uh, fluid dynamics experiments
did on the pond in the backyard.
All the koi lived.
(door opens) Hey.
Donny. Dinner's over, Hey, boys.
But we have some
leftovers, you interested?
Oh, no. I'm good, I ate.
Thanks. Wouldn't be, uh, dinner
with Agent Liz Warner,
would it?
I heard she was back.
I might've mentioned
something to him.
ALAN: Seems to
me that when you two
worked together you were
kind of interested
in each other.
So?
Well?
What are you gonna do?
I don't know. We'll see.
I mean, I'm pretty busy, right?
And, uh, and she's busy.
We'll see.
Okay.
So, anything new
on the yacht, or...
or the diver's murder? Nah.
The problem is, it's like, uh,
we got a mobile crime scene.
You mean the
barge? Yeah, I mean,
as many as, what, three murders,
and, uh, I mean, it could've
happened anywhere.
Well, we may be able to
figure out where it happened.
All right, well, tell me what
you need; I'll make it happen.
CHARLIE: The question
we're asking is quite simple:
how far did this barge go
while it was out, and how
can we retrace its path?
Oh, come on, Charlie.
I'm calling your bluff here.
No, you got to let
him run with this.
He's fun to watch
when he gets going.
See, the key is finding
possible data sources...
Believe it or not,
there's a lot more
clues out here
than you probably even
realize... for instance,
how much fuel was consumed?
How many engine
hours were logged?
Did they record
any sonar readings?
How far was this
anchor chain run out,
and was there
evidence of a particular
algae bloom on the chain?
Ah, I'm having a bad
algebra flashback.
"If a salvage barge
was headed west
"at six knots in a headwind
of eight knots..." Oh, it's not
even that difficult.
Look, every piece
of data is a constraint.
Okay?
And the path of the boat
must obey every constraint.
So the set of possible paths
is pared down with
each new measurement.
See, now I'm gonna make a
list of possible data sources.
You two start collecting.
COLBY: Okay, wait,
hang on a second, Charlie.
I actually have information
on fuel consumption
and engine hours.
Hit me with it.
68 gallons and 16 hours.
You sure about that?
That's what it says
in the report, Charlie.
I mean, I can double-check
it, but that's what it says.
What? Charlie, you can't already
know where the barge went.
No, but...
I can tell you
where it didn't go.
You see, the Cheetah
went down here.
Approximately 40
miles out, and according
to these engine
and fuel hours data...
Well, I can tell you right now
that this barge traveled
a maximum of 20 miles.
Round trip.
Well, that means it
was never more than
ten miles out. Which means
they were nowhere near
where the Cheetah went down.
You know it. All right,
but all of the assumptions
that we're making
about motive and cause
are all attributed
to finding that boat.
Well, then, your
assumptions are wrong.
So if they weren't looking
for the racing yacht,
then what were they looking for?
Excuse me, Charles,
I have the
admissions list for you.
Still working on
the racing yacht,
Professor? Uh, no, actually.
The case has taken a turn
in a different direction.
Oh, really. What is it now?
Now, I'm trying to retrace
the path of a marine
salvage barge.
Why would you want to do that?
The FBI suspects there
was a murder on board.
Really? And if I can tell
them where the barge went,
then hopefully figure out
who else was in the area.
Oh, you mean the killer.
Hmm? Yeah.
Still, a barge... ugh.
Doesn't quite have the snap
and sex appeal
of a racing yacht,
does it? No, not exactly.
You're reading up on chess? Yes.
Okay, good, so...
Lasker or Jankowski? Which one's
gonna give me a better
shot? Millie, this isn't
Come on. the kind of thing
that you can learn overnight.
I'm a quick study. I'm
very smart. (knock at door)
The game of chess
is like a sword fight.
Anyway, I can...
Professor Eppes.
Oh, men in suits.
If you don't mind,
we need to speak to
Professor Eppes alone.
Uh, I don't mind
at all, Charlie.
I'll just read both
of them... tonight.
Gentlemen.
(door closes) Perfect
timing, gentlemen.
What's this about?
We're with the National
Security Agency.
We have a situation, we're
hoping you can help us out.
I'm always happy to help
you guys. I am working
on something for the FBI
right now. We know what you're
involved in, Professor.
We also know that
you have an interest
in a missing racing
yacht. The Cheetah.
That's why we've come to you.
We want you to help us find it.
Within hours of the time
the Cheetah went down,
we had two search
vessels in the area.
We've worked around the clock,
sonar mapping every
inch of the bottom.
And are you sure you're looking
in the spot that she went down?
The boat's locator
beacon gave precise
GPS coordinates until
the moment it went under.
Still, despite our best
efforts, we've found nothing.
May... may I inquire
why the NSA is so
interested in finding this yacht?
CHARLIE: N-S-A,
Never Say Anything.
I get it.
You haven't been able to find
this boat because
you've been looking
in the wrong place.
Your search pattern,
probably assumes
that the Cheetah
sank something...
something like this.
When in reality...
In reality... the Cheetah
probably sank
something a little more...
like that.
It glides forward.
That's correct.
It glides forward.
Now, a boat like the Cheetah,
a boat with this
sophisticated a design,
it practically
flies under water,
traveling laterally
four, maybe even
five feet for every
foot that it falls.
Now knowing what I
know about the hull,
given the depth of the water,
I should be able to determine
with a fair amount of accuracy
just how far she traveled
before hitting the bottom.
And then you guys
can refocus your search.
How long will it take
you? I'll get on it right away.
Uh, oh, and Professor...
This is a matter
of national security.
It's need-to-know only,
so not a word to anyone.
That includes the FBI.
If the Morris barge
was never near
where the yacht went down,
then they weren't after the yacht.
Maybe they're involved
in one of the drug operations
you were talking about?
Yeah, but drug runners usually
stay further out in
international waters.
But I don't think
we can rule it out.
I just spoke to the E.R.T. lab.
Turns out the other two traces
of blood we found definitely
belong to Chris
and Robert Morris.
How big a leap would it be
to assume they're dead,
same as their diver?
COLBY: Yeah, I
mean, that would explain
why we can't find
them. And if their killer
dumped the bodies
out in the open ocean,
there's no telling how far
they could've drifted by now.
Maybe not. Can I see
that coroner's report?
There were impressions
on the diver's ankles.
Here, let's put this
up on the screen.
Report says the impressions are
consistent with having been
caused by a rope. And not
the fishing net? LIZ:
More like something
was tied around his ankles.
A weight probably.
So whoever threw
him in the ocean
probably anchored him
down, and for some reason
his rope became
free and he just drifted,
and ended up in the fishing
net. Okay, so if that's true,
then the Morris
brothers could still
be anchored to the bottom
right where they were dropped.
All right, so we need
to talk to Charlie.
He can tell us where that
barge went when it was out,
we got a good idea where
to look for the bodies.
DON: Charlie?
Hey. What's going on? Hey.
Why don't you answer your phone?
I'm sorry. I've
been busy working.
Oh, no, no, that's all right.
What, are you making progress?
Here's the thing.
I had to back-burner
the, um, salvage
barge thing for a while.
What are you talking about?
Something else came up.
Like what?
I can't talk about it.
Look, I think I got
two bodies down there
on the bottom of the ocean.
I don't know how long
they're going to stay put.
You told me you were going to
figure out where that barge was.
I understand. I'll get
on it as soon as I can.
What do you mean
"as soon as you can"?
Sorry.
Well, that's not
good enough. "Sorry."
Wh-What's going on?
DON: I don't know. You tell me.
Hey. Hey.
I'm in a no-win situation.
You know, he wants me to
do something, I can't right now.
Why not?
Because I'm doing
something else.
All right? Something
I can't talk about.
All right, relax.
I'm not gonna ask.
It's your choice what
to work on, and, uh...
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, it doesn't mean anything
more than what it means.
You know what? It's...
it's moot now anyway,
so just forget it.
I-I just... I'm pretty much
done with what I'm doing.
I'm just hungry.
You know what, I'll stay.
I'll stay and just do
what he wants me to do.
(siren wailing in distance)
Liz.
Hey.
What's going on?
Last time, with us, I
was just passing through.
Now I'm assigned here...
and...
What? And what?
Come on.
It's complicated now.
Yeah? Why's that?
People will find out.
So what? So what?
Yeah. This is the bureau.
It matters.
Lots of agents are together.
Where does your prosecutor
girlfriend fit into all this?
She doesn't.
CHARLIE: Here. I'm done.
Here's everything you need.
Uh, actually, pal,
it's a little late.
You don't want it now?
No, no, sorry, I
want it. Look, Charlie,
I want it; it's just
we can't get a boat
out there till
morning, that's all.
You were able to map
out the barge's path?
Sort of. I laid
out a large grid.
I mean, they'll have to
check it, but there's a better
than an 83% chance
that it covers the Morris
barge's operations.
It's just as I figured.
They never left
the shallow water.
MAN (over radio): Search Team
One completing the sweep of Grid Four.
All right, well, GPS
coordinates put us
right on the edge
of Abalone Cove.
Charlie, we're going
to be coming around
to the port side now and
beginning another pass.
Okay, uh, copy that.
Charlie, you said last night
there was an 83% chance
that the Morris barge
was actually working
within your search
grid, right? That's right.
Okay, well, there's still a
17% chance they weren't.
Wow, Liz, I didn't realize
you were such a
glass-half-empty type.
You know, 83% is still
a very high probability.
Whoa.
Go back.
What was that?
Hey, did you guys see that?
Uh, yeah, Charlie.
Sonar mapping's
picking it up, too.
Let me steer the
camera back around.
Uh, I think it was back this
way a little bit. He'll get it.
It's a body.
Confirming a body.
Sonar mapping's
picking up two of them.
COLBY: Chris and Robert Morris.
I never doubted you, Charlie.
Wait a minute.
Sonar's reading
something else down there.
Is that another body?
Negative, this is much bigger.
Looks like a vessel.
All right, can you
get a video on it?
It's the Cheetah.
No, it can't be. I've
done all the calculations.
It shouldn't be
anywhere near here.
It shouldn't be, but it is.
(indistinct police
radio transmission)
CHARLIE: None
of this makes sense.
All the available
pieces of data we have
indicate that this
yacht went down
40 miles out to sea.
So how do you
explain it showing up
so close to shore?
We have no idea.
The Morris brothers...
They knew exactly where to look.
What do you make of this?
Morris Marine Salvage.
Lift bags.
They're used to
raise a sunken ship
up to the surface.
They'd already brought her up.
Why would somebody
bring up a $2 million prize
and then throw it back?
Who's the agent in charge?
It's Agent Eppes;
he's right there.
Professor Eppes, I suppose
you think you're pretty clever.
I'm sorry, I'm not
sure what you mean.
You intentionally sent
us in the wrong direction
so you could help your
brother find this yacht.
No, no, no, I know it looks
like that, but believe me...
You'll be lucky if you don't
lose your security clearance.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
Agent Cordero, Agent
Graves, I did nothing wrong.
What's going on here? You Eppes?
Yeah. You're going to look
worse than your brother in all this.
And where are you
guys from? NSA.
GRAVES: Do you have any idea
how many taxpayer
dollars you wasted
sending us in the
wrong direction?
Back off already.
He doesn't know.
I mean, how many times
do you want him to say it?
We weren't looking
for the yacht.
We, we were tracing the
path of a salvage barge...
And you just happened
to find her. What luck.
I'm going to go now.
No, you're not. Yes, you are.
Go ahead, it's fine. Good-bye.
Look, guys.
Clearly, we thought we were
working on different cases.
Obviously, we're not,
so why don't we cut
all the interagency crap and
try to figure out what's going on?
Can you please tell me, what
is the NSA's interest in this?
Aw, come on, please,
give me a break.
Okay. NSA has been tracking
an arms dealer
named Hashim Aziz.
He's Pakistani, terrorist ties.
He's on every
agency's watch list.
DON: What, you think
he's connected to this?
Aziz recently transferred
a large sum of money
to Reid Sarasin.
The skipper?
CORDERO: The reason
for the payment is unknown.
Best guess right now?
That yacht was smuggling
something for Aziz.
All right, so now I understand
why someone would pull it up
a-and throw it back.
They got what they wanted.
The thing is: we
don't know what it was.
Right.
All of our search efforts for
the Cheetah have been focused
right in this area here, and
that's only for one reason.
Because that's where
the locator beacon
stopped transmitting.
Right, and the assumption
was it stopped transmitting
because the boat
went underwater.
But there are other reasons
the beacon might
have quit, right?
Say you're the skipper,
Reid Sarasin, right?
You're the last man on the boat,
you're taking on water, and
you're smuggling something.
You're going to try
and get to shallow water
as fast as possible,
'cause that's the only way
you can recover whatever
it is you're smuggling.
And you don't want anybody to
know where the boat winds up.
Once my crew's gone, I
turn off my homing beacon,
aim my yacht for
the closest shoreline.
Right, it explains
why the boat wound up
so close in, and it explains
how the Morris brothers knew
where it was... because
Sarasin told them.
Which means he
didn't drown at sea.
He's still alive.
No good deed goes
unpunished, right?
Hey, come on, look, don't
worry about those NSA guys.
You know what I do
feel pretty bad about
is putting your stuff
on the back burner.
You know, I was so
obsessed with that boat
that when they gave me
the chance to work on it,
I just jumped.
Yeah, well, maybe you
should feel bad then.
No, no, I'm kidding.
I'm kidding, buddy. Listen.
They told me,
actually, they think
the Cheetah was
smuggling something.
Smuggling? Yeah.
Don, that makes perfect sense.
Why? You mean you knew?
No.
But I was looking for a flaw
in the boat's design,
and the hull must have
failed because it was carrying
an extra load, extra
weight it wasn't designed
to handle. What
were they smuggling?
They were in 16 different
ports all over the world.
Right? So, I mean, if
they did pick up anything
it could've been
loaded on anywhere.
Not exactly.
Well, how do you know?
I was studying the
boat's performance.
Its pace slowed slightly
after a stop in Singapore.
They-they took on extra weight?
Yeah, matter of fact,
you know, it wouldn't
be too difficult to calculate
exactly how much
extra weight they took on.
Yeah? All right, come on.
Back in? Yeah, yeah.
Are those guys still here?
Don't worry about them.
Hey, wait, wait, wait.
Come here. Listen.
Listen, whatever the, the
Cheetah was smuggling,
apparently it picked
up in Singapore.
How do you know that?
Because Charlie says
it was moving slower
after it left its port.
So does that mean
anything to you guys?
It could.
Cobalt-RE is a missile
guidance system.
Uh-huh. Four units disappeared
from a Pakistani army
base 12 weeks ago.
NSA's been tracking them,
but they lost them
crossing into Thailand,
If you continue
on that trajectory...
Right. Singapore.
Cobalt's relatively compact
and easy to program,
but its main advantage is
that it's capable of being mated
with several
Katyusha-style rockets.
Katyushas are common,
but they're not
considered a grave threat
because they fly a
ballistic trajectory.
They... You aim and fire;
they go where they go...
Yeah, but not if
they're attached
to those guidance
systems, right?
You know? I mean,
how much they weigh?
Four units,
85 pounds each,
plus the crates...
a little over 400 pounds.
418 pounds is what I got.
So they're here,
they're in the U.S.
Yeah, and they got
a two-day jump on us.
LIZ: So what exactly
are we up against?
We know the guidance
systems were pulled
off the Cheetah
about 38 hours ago,
so the question is,
where are they now?
I think the question is
where are they headed?
And does that party have
the rockets to marry them to?
Now, our best lead
is Reid Sarasin,
the skipper on the Cheetah.
LIZ: What do we know about him?
He's a top-notch sailor,
but, like most of the
skippers in the race,
he's really just a gun-for-hire.
I doubt his loyalties
to the owner go much beyond
whatever he has to
do to make a paycheck.
All right, good.
How do we find him?
His wife's in L.A.
Let's get her in here.
I don't see you as a woman
in mourning, Mrs. Sarasin.
That's 'cause I
haven't given up hope
my husband will be found.
Right. That, or he's already
contacted you and let
you know he's still alive.
That's ridiculous.
There's still a search
out looking for him...
MEGAN: Your husband races yachts
around the world?
Must be pretty exciting.
I don't do much
traveling anymore.
I didn't mean for you.
I can't imagine he's
around much, huh?
And you have... three children?
What do my kids
have to do with this?
Well, it paints a pretty
complete picture for me.
All I see is you at home,
alone, raising three children,
and your husband is out
partying like he's still 25 years old.
Haven't you made enough
sacrifices for this man?
COLBY: The nature
of what your husband
was smuggling, Mrs. Sarasin,
means that he can be
classified as a terrorist,
and the fact that
you're helping him
means that you can be
classified as a terrorist also,
and you can be
detained indefinitely.
MEGAN: Which means you'd
be sacrificing your kids, too.
Is that something you really
want to do for him?
Do you think he would ever
do something like that for you?
COLBY: So this boat belongs
to a friend of the Sarasins.
The wife says he's been
hiding out on it for a while.
Your lead.
Reid Sarasin!
Federal agents! Come on out!
He's not in here.
Looks like he was.
Do you think his
wife tipped him off?
No, I don't, but she might have
known he was already gone.
I'll call it in to Don.
See if they want to have
another go at the wife.
(dialing)
Hey, guys, come here.
Took a look at that.
(coughing)
All right, Captain Nemo.
Let's go.
Up on the dock.
SARASIN: You
think I chose to put
those crates on my boat?
My life was threatened.
I was forced to.
Yeah, they forced you to cash
that big check they
wrote for you, too?
The whole thing unraveled
when the damn
boat started leaking.
I mean, it was supposed
to be easy, just sail in,
unload the crates, sail out
on the next leg of the race.
Who'd you give the
guidance systems to?
Who'd you meet with on this end?
Two guys.
I don't know their names.
All I had was a phone number.
Hey, pal, you better
do better than that.
You're looking at
a triple murder rap.
Wait, are you kidding me?
Triple murder rap. I had
nothing to do with that!
No? Look,
all I did was sail
the boat, that's it.
I didn't kill anybody.
GRAVES: Yeah, you were there.
You were on the salvage barge.
Yeah, I was there to
show these two guys
where the Cheetah went down,
so they could find their crates.
I had no idea they were
going to kill the crew
after they got what they wanted.
Reid, we need to know
where those crates are now.
I don't know.
When did you last see them?
When we came
back in on the barge.
They unloaded the
crates onto a truck,
you know, one of
those yellow box vans.
DON: Did you hear
them say anything
about where they were going?
Not exactly, but...
I do know that they
weren't planning
on leaving L.A. right away.
They were waiting.
They were waiting?
For what?
For missiles.
Missiles in Los Angeles?
You got to be pretty
damn committed
to the cause to be smuggling
missiles into the U.S.
NSA have any idea who
the end customer is on this?
Hashim Aziz is an
arms dealer at heart.
His politics would
never keep him
from selling to
the highest bidder.
I'll tell you that. So now
it could be anybody?
DON: So I just brought
Homeland up to speed.
They're gonna up security
force, but... All right.
Charlie's back, excellent.
Come on, I'll catch
you up. Let's go, guys.
According to Sarasin, the
guidance systems left the docks
in a yellow box van
similar to this one.
A rental? We
don't know for sure.
We've got agents checking
with all the local rental companies.
Suspects are two males,
Middle-Eastern descent.
The contact number
they gave Sarasin
traces to a "World Phone."
It's a Jordanian carrier,
and they won't help us.
CORDERO: Our
people are generating
a list of Hashim Aziz's known
associates in Los Angeles.
Maybe Sarasin can
help ID one of them.
No, that's a long shot.
This whole thing's a long shot.
We got two suspects
with a 40-hour
lead on us in a city
of eight million?
Your odds aren't
good. DON: All right,
so, you got anything?
I don't, but our friends
at the NSA might.
After all, you
guys have the most
comprehensive
space-based surveillance
and reconnaissance
network in the entire world.
Professor, we've
thought about satellites,
but the problem with
that type of application
is that there's just
too much information.
We've got four birds above us...
Five.
I'm sorry, five birds.
Yeah, Geo-16 was
put into orbit in August.
CORDERO: Fine.
Five birds, sending
constant imaging
of 4,700 square miles, I
mean, do you have any idea
of how much information that is?
You could spend 30 years
going through the images
and still now find
what you're looking for.
Not if we apply a target
discrimination algorithm.
I don't know what that is.
Well, you do.
No offense, but even
a five year old knows.
See, he uses it
every time he
goes to his toy box.
Let's say he's looking
for his favorite
little yellow truck.
But his toy bin is filled
with all his other toys.
First he eliminates
the stuffed animals.
Then the airplanes,
then the action figures.
He continues sorting
by size, color, weight.
Until he finds his
little yellow truck.
And I can do the same
thing with satellite images.
I create an algorithm that tells
the computer what we're looking for
and what we're not looking for
that weeds out
false alarm variables
and compensates
for urban clutter.
All right, good, so,
what do you need?
I'm going to need access
to your computers.
I'll make the call.
Hey, still searching.
Long time.
Well, I've added criteria
to the discrimination filter.
I mean, that should help.
What's it doing now?
Yeah, we're landing
some images now.
There's likely to
be a lot at first.
Got a yellow box truck
outside a port
warehouse in San Pedro.
Yeah, how do you
know it's the right one?
The banked satellite images,
followed its trail all the
way back to Morris Salvage.
All right, let's
go, let's hit it.
(horn honking in distance)
(indistinct radio transmission)
MAN (over radio): Spotter four has
two suspects inside the rear door.
There's nothing in there.
They got two inside,
southeast corner.
Go, let's go,
hit it, hit it, hit it!
FBI!
FBI!
(gunshots)
Drop it!
Get out of the car!
Get down! Down on the ground!
Colby, you okay?
We're good, Don.
You all right?
Yeah.
Roger that, suspect
is in custody.
All clear, repeating, all clear.
(siren wailing in distance)
Crates are all here, full.
The guidance
systems accounted for.
How about missiles?
Any sign of them?
We found this
shipping invoice inside.
A container ship coming
in tomorrow from Malaysia.
"Teak furniture."
I don't think these guys
are waiting on a patio set?
Got a call in to
the Coast Guard.
We'll be waiting for 'em
tomorrow with Homeland security
when those missiles arrive.
All right, good job, guys.
You, too.
Yeah, we'll go get some
beers some time, huh.
Several.
All right.
Nice work.
Yeah, you, too.
We're all right together.
See.
That's what I've
been telling you, huh?
I don't want to get hurt.
Yeah.
Kind of goes with the
territory though doesn't it?
Yeah, easy for you to say.
Oh, yeah, why's that?
I know your reputation,
Mr. No Commitments.
I just haven't met
the right girl yet.
Okay.
Let's take it slow.
Keep it to ourselves.
Yeah, look, I'm in the FBI.
I know how to keep a secret.
Good.
See you tomorrow, Agent.
That's Special Agent
to you, by the way.
Uh...
Sorry.
Understood.
Take your time.
Thank you.
Okay.
(laughing): That's
what I thought.
No, that, that was, uh, fine.
What?
Would you just pick up a piece.
And move it.
I will.
Hey, what's going on?
We're playing chess?
Oh, is that what it is? Yeah.
'Cause I sure
don't recognize that.
What are you so grumpy about?
I'm not.
Your father has a "tell."
What, as in poker?
(sing-songy): Mm-hmm.
Alan has a chess tell.
Oh, would you listen
to... I have a "tell?"
The woman has ruined
the spirit of the game.
I mean, this is supposed
to be about strategy,
about anticipation.
This is supposed to be art.
You beat him, didn't you?
I did.
I'm so sorry.
The first game.
But it wasn't his fault.
He had no idea that
I was reading him.
No, I was just being
nice. You were nice.
You play poker, do you, Millie?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
It wasn't just the fellowship
that got me through
grad school, G-man.
I think I'm hearing a bit
of a challenge there.
What do you guys say?
MILLIE: For what poker?
Against the Eppes ladies?
Ooh.
Oh, yes.
I'm in. Anything is better
than playing this anymore.
I'm in. All right. Let's do it.
Oh, wait, there's,
there's no beer.
You heard the
lady, get her a beer.
All right, we're gonna do
a little, uh, practice round.
'Til the beverages arrive.
How about, uh,
seven card, hi-lo,
blind declare... and
please, no whining.
(laughs) Bring
it on, bring it on.
You ate every
chip and all the dip.
No, I didn't.
You guys are like
the Three Stooges.
All right, chip,
dip, skip, let's go.
How about just playing a game?
(overlapping chatter)
♪ Leave it up to me ♪
♪ Hoo-hoo-hoo ♪
It's a known disease ♪
♪ Hoo-hoo-hoo ♪
♪ Keep it in your fleece ♪
(bell ringing) ♪ Don't worry
about the custom police, don't ♪
♪ I'll tell you just
how good it can be ♪
♪ This lazy summer... ♪
(seagulls squawking)
MAN: So these are some examples
of what we might
find today in our catch.
Pacific crab,
sea anemones,
a number of a
variety of starfish.
We'll find sea urchins,
as well as a host of
sardines and mackerel.
Now, when I release
this net over here,
I want you to try to identify
as many creatures as you can.
Keep a list in your
notebooks there.
So far, most of what
we can see here is kelp,
which you're all familiar
with from the beach, right?
Everybody's seen that?
Good. So write down "kelp."
♪ Hoo-hoo-hoo ♪
♪ Leave it up to me... ♪
(gasping)
Somebody call the Harbor Patrol!
(indistinct police
radio transmission)
(helicopter flying overhead)
WOMAN: Hey, boys.
How is it this guy
rates FBI attention?
Well, he has the dumb
luck of getting himself
scooped up out of the ocean.
Crimes at sea
puts it on our desk.
WOMAN: He wasn't
in the water long.
16 to 24 hours...
I can't say for sure
till I get him in the shop,
but he was probably
dead before he went in.
COLBY: Think the bullet hole in
his wetsuit had
anything to do with that?
Actually, Granger, it's
the bullet hole in the diver
that really clinched
it. Thank you.
Glad to see those four
years of med school
didn't go to waste on you.
Five.
So where'd you find it?
The boat was dragging the bottom
over several miles,
seeing what they could
pull up for the kids. Kids?
Junior high class on an
oceanography field trip.
That must have
gone over real well.
(chuckles)
And it's not a regular
wetsuit here, right?
No, it's definitely commercial.
He's an oil rig
diver or something?
All right, check it out.
"Morris Marine Salvage."
COLBY: Salvage diver
then, huh? Makes a living
pulling things up off
the bottom of the ocean,
winds up somebody else's catch.
Hey, Charlie.
Hey.
You headed for school?
No, actually.
I'm headed to the FBI to drop
off some crime index work I did,
but after that, yeah, I am.
Ah, you're looking
for a match, huh?
With you? You crazy?
Said I'd never do that again.
Sit around watching you
getting bored with me all the time?
Or condescending.
Or bored and condescending.
Well...
thought maybe
you were desperate.
You know, seeing as your
usual chess partner Larry
is currently in low earth orbit.
No, not at all.
You know, Millie says she
has a pretty good game.
Oh, really? Well, then,
I'll be sure to teach her
some of my best
condescending looks. No.
I mean, no coaching.
She says she has
a pretty good game,
you let her bring her game.
Dad, she's a mathematician.
That gives her the same
analytical edge that I have.
Yeah, I hadn't
thought about that.
Yeah.
Maybe I better think about
changing some of my strategy.
Maybe you take this whole
thing a little too seriously.
Charlie, it's chess.
Need I say more?
DON: What's up?
Hey. So you want to
know the dead guy's name?
Yeah.
Evan Koontz.
He was a Navy diver till '98.
He's been working a
bunch of dive jobs since.
And five months ago, he landed
Morris Marine Salvage,
but he really should have
done a little more homework
on his employers. Why's that?
Meet the Morris
brothers, Chris and Robert.
Yeah, what are they into?
Theft, assault... but I'm
kind of getting the feeling
all the marine salvage
people are not Boy Scouts.
Right.
I've been on the phone with
a bunch of salvage
companies in the area.
Turns out every single dive team
between here and San Diego
are out looking for
the same thing...
The Cheetah.
Yeah?
A 60-foot Open Class
racing yacht went down
a couple days ago.
COLBY: At 40 miles
out in deep water.
Think I read about this, right?
They're in some
'round the world race?
What, they still can't find it?
Yeah, they were headed for
Marina del Rey when she sank,
and the skipper
went down with her.
Charlie, are you a
closet yachtsman
or just really up on
the news? Neither.
Open Class is the term for the
cutting edge of racing yachts,
and a ton of math goes
into designing them.
A lot of it is based on my work
in computational fluid dynamics.
COLBY: Fluid dynamics being
aerodynamics in the water?
You can think of air
as a very thin liquid.
Both air and water
stick to surfaces
as they travel over
them, creating friction.
And what we can do is create
mathematically-optimized
designs that reduce friction,
lowering the drag as
air, or in this case water,
moves around the design.
The lower the drag,
the faster the boat.
How much you know about
this particular one? Not much.
Designs are kept
secret before a race.
What I can tell you
is that these boats
can easily cost
$8 to $10 million.
And a boat like the
Cheetah, even as a shipwreck,
is still worth a couple million.
COLBY: That would explain why
everybody's out looking for it.
Yeah, I mean, as far as
maritime law's concerned,
you find it, you own it.
Basically, we got
a big treasure hunt.
Somewhere out there,
on the bottom of the ocean,
is a $2 million prize.
(ship horn blowing)
Excuse me.
How you doing?
We're with the FBI.
Anyone from Morris
Salvage around?
I haven't seen
anybody today, no.
When was the last
time you saw them?
I don't know. Uh,
that's their boat.
It's been out past
couple of days.
Must have come
back in last night,
but I wasn't here, so...
What's your name? Jackson.
Okay, Jackson, thanks.
Yeah.
If this guy's right, that
means this barge was out
the same time period the
diver was shot and dumped.
You ever see Treasure
of the Sierra Madre?
Guys are out
looking for treasure,
they start getting greedy.
Mix in a little alcohol,
maybe an argument erupts
over how they're
going to split up
the prize when
they find it. Yeah.
Three guys sail out,
maybe only two make it back.
Hey, Colby.
Come here, check it out.
Yeah, that's probably
not finger paint, huh?
DON: Maybe better call in
and get a team out here.
Hold on, I'll be back in a sec.
Agent Warner.
How you doing?
What do you say, kid?
What's going on?
I got transferred.
L.A.'s my new base.
No way.
Yeah, I've been... been
here about three weeks.
You know, I just got
caught up in work.
You know how that is.
Yeah, definitely, sure.
I caught wind of your case,
gave me an excuse to see you.
Oh, yeah? All right.
I'm working a task force
looking at the marina
as an entrance point for drugs.
We've been seeing
supply boats come up
from Mexico and making
drops in deep water.
And local fishing
charters or salvage boats
go out, make the pickup.
Was hoping I can tag
along with you guys,
see if there's any connection
between that and this.
Yeah, sure.
Tag away.
All right.
COLBY: Hey, uh,
ERT guys are on their way.
How you doing, Agent Warner?
Good to see you.
Check out this picture I
found up in the wheelhouse.
Cheetah.
MAN: Morris Salvage isn't part
of the official search
for the Cheetah,
but that doesn't mean they
weren't out there looking.
Situation like this,
salvagers descend like flies.
Everybody's looking to
grab a piece of the rights to...
whatever's down there.
Well, that must be annoying.
It's your yacht and
everybody's looking to cash in.
Right now, the more
boats out there, the merrier.
Gives us a better
chance of finding Reid.
Reid Sarasin, your skipper?
I was in radio contact
with him until he went down.
Not a handful of
people in the world
could sail on his level.
You have any idea what
caused your yacht to sink, then?
Probably design flaw.
We fared well, most of the race,
but then, three
days out of Honolulu,
the keel starts to separate,
and she starts taking on water.
So why didn't they
turn back then?
The seas got rougher, we
realized how serious it was,
and Reid gave the
order to abandon ship.
And how many in his crew?
Five, including Reid.
We were able to
contact another yacht.
She doubled back,
picked up four of our guys,
but Reid wouldn't go.
He thought, with four
less bodies on board,
the Cheetah could make it.
But he didn't.
Seven minutes later,
we lost radio contact.
Then her locator
beacon went dead.
I can replace the
Cheetah, you know?
Can always build another boat.
But I'm not sure how I'm
going to replace Reid Sarasin.
Charlie. Charlie. Sorry.
Quick question for you.
How good is your dad at chess?
He's good.
He'll give you a real game.
Uh-oh.
I'm afraid I might have
misrepresented my
abilities just a little bit.
You don't play chess? No, I do.
I mean, I can. It's a game.
I'm good at games.
There's, like, what, there's
queen and the crown?
Oh, boy. Doesn't matter.
Alan will probably enjoy being
able to teach me something.
What's this?
What, now you're building a boat
on university time?
These are design
plans for a racing yacht
that came apart and sank.
Oh.
And you're looking
for the flaws.
I am, but I haven't
found any yet.
As far as I can tell,
the design is solid.
(writing on chalkboard)
With the allotted load
of crew and supplies,
well, I see no reason
why the keel failed.
You know, Charlie, I have
some sailing experience myself.
Well, no, no.
For real. Not like
my chess experience.
Real experience. I bet
you're gonna tell me about it.
Yes, I am.
I took a three-month
sabbatical from MIT,
and I spent it navigating
the South Pacific
with a friend from grad school.
Now, I know it sounds like
I'm in danger of not
having a point here,
but I do, and it's this:
Out at sea, all bets are off.
You encounter forces that
you could never, ever anticipate.
Granted, some of those forces
have to do with, you know,
being confined to
a very small space
with someone who you thought
you knew but clearly didn't,
someone who is so enamored
with the sound
of their own voice
that they could
just talk endlessly
for hours and hours
without ever
needing to even have
to take a breath. Millie.
I mean, you don't
know what it's like.
You said you had a point.
And I do.
Professor, it's this:
The ocean has to have exerted
tremendous physical
pressure on this boat.
I mean, have you accounted for
tensile stress, for
compressive creep,
for material fatigue here?
Well, I ran calculations...
to evaluate probabilities
for material failures,
to see if the design
would withstand
ocean conditions.
And I'll tell you, I
cannot find a single flaw.
Well, then why'd the yacht sink?
MEGAN: Colby, you're
gonna want to hear this, too.
That was the lab.
They just finished
the preliminary,
analysis on the blood you found
on the Morris barge. Uh-huh.
They isolated three
distinct samples.
The first one belongs
to our deceased diver,
Koontz, and the other two...
What, the brothers? Yeah.
The blood-types are consistent.
So the Morris brothers become
potential victims
now, not suspects?
Which means we shift
our focus where?
MEGAN: Other salvage
companies maybe?
Somebody who was trying
to stop the Morris barge
from finding the yacht?
LIZ: Or it could be related
to one of the drug operations
I was telling Don about.
DON: Right. Either
they're involved
or maybe the search for
the yacht took them too close
to something they
weren't supposed to see.
It's safe to say the guy
was shot on the barge.
Right? It's just a question
of where it was at the time.
If we knew where the
barge was, we would
know what other ships
were in the area,
who else had access.
CHARLIE: I got to tell you,
from a mathematical
standpoint, the designs
for this yacht are
absolutely amazing.
I mean, it almost has
me thinking about getting
back into my fluid
dynamics work again.
Ooh, you mean
abandon your cognitive
emergence theory?
Is that what you're talking
about? I said "almost".
Oh, good, because I remember
the damage that some of those,
uh, fluid dynamics experiments
did on the pond in the backyard.
All the koi lived.
(door opens) Hey.
Donny. Dinner's over, Hey, boys.
But we have some
leftovers, you interested?
Oh, no. I'm good, I ate.
Thanks. Wouldn't be, uh, dinner
with Agent Liz Warner,
would it?
I heard she was back.
I might've mentioned
something to him.
ALAN: Seems to
me that when you two
worked together you were
kind of interested
in each other.
So?
Well?
What are you gonna do?
I don't know. We'll see.
I mean, I'm pretty busy, right?
And, uh, and she's busy.
We'll see.
Okay.
So, anything new
on the yacht, or...
or the diver's murder? Nah.
The problem is, it's like, uh,
we got a mobile crime scene.
You mean the
barge? Yeah, I mean,
as many as, what, three murders,
and, uh, I mean, it could've
happened anywhere.
Well, we may be able to
figure out where it happened.
All right, well, tell me what
you need; I'll make it happen.
CHARLIE: The question
we're asking is quite simple:
how far did this barge go
while it was out, and how
can we retrace its path?
Oh, come on, Charlie.
I'm calling your bluff here.
No, you got to let
him run with this.
He's fun to watch
when he gets going.
See, the key is finding
possible data sources...
Believe it or not,
there's a lot more
clues out here
than you probably even
realize... for instance,
how much fuel was consumed?
How many engine
hours were logged?
Did they record
any sonar readings?
How far was this
anchor chain run out,
and was there
evidence of a particular
algae bloom on the chain?
Ah, I'm having a bad
algebra flashback.
"If a salvage barge
was headed west
"at six knots in a headwind
of eight knots..." Oh, it's not
even that difficult.
Look, every piece
of data is a constraint.
Okay?
And the path of the boat
must obey every constraint.
So the set of possible paths
is pared down with
each new measurement.
See, now I'm gonna make a
list of possible data sources.
You two start collecting.
COLBY: Okay, wait,
hang on a second, Charlie.
I actually have information
on fuel consumption
and engine hours.
Hit me with it.
68 gallons and 16 hours.
You sure about that?
That's what it says
in the report, Charlie.
I mean, I can double-check
it, but that's what it says.
What? Charlie, you can't already
know where the barge went.
No, but...
I can tell you
where it didn't go.
You see, the Cheetah
went down here.
Approximately 40
miles out, and according
to these engine
and fuel hours data...
Well, I can tell you right now
that this barge traveled
a maximum of 20 miles.
Round trip.
Well, that means it
was never more than
ten miles out. Which means
they were nowhere near
where the Cheetah went down.
You know it. All right,
but all of the assumptions
that we're making
about motive and cause
are all attributed
to finding that boat.
Well, then, your
assumptions are wrong.
So if they weren't looking
for the racing yacht,
then what were they looking for?
Excuse me, Charles,
I have the
admissions list for you.
Still working on
the racing yacht,
Professor? Uh, no, actually.
The case has taken a turn
in a different direction.
Oh, really. What is it now?
Now, I'm trying to retrace
the path of a marine
salvage barge.
Why would you want to do that?
The FBI suspects there
was a murder on board.
Really? And if I can tell
them where the barge went,
then hopefully figure out
who else was in the area.
Oh, you mean the killer.
Hmm? Yeah.
Still, a barge... ugh.
Doesn't quite have the snap
and sex appeal
of a racing yacht,
does it? No, not exactly.
You're reading up on chess? Yes.
Okay, good, so...
Lasker or Jankowski? Which one's
gonna give me a better
shot? Millie, this isn't
Come on. the kind of thing
that you can learn overnight.
I'm a quick study. I'm
very smart. (knock at door)
The game of chess
is like a sword fight.
Anyway, I can...
Professor Eppes.
Oh, men in suits.
If you don't mind,
we need to speak to
Professor Eppes alone.
Uh, I don't mind
at all, Charlie.
I'll just read both
of them... tonight.
Gentlemen.
(door closes) Perfect
timing, gentlemen.
What's this about?
We're with the National
Security Agency.
We have a situation, we're
hoping you can help us out.
I'm always happy to help
you guys. I am working
on something for the FBI
right now. We know what you're
involved in, Professor.
We also know that
you have an interest
in a missing racing
yacht. The Cheetah.
That's why we've come to you.
We want you to help us find it.
Within hours of the time
the Cheetah went down,
we had two search
vessels in the area.
We've worked around the clock,
sonar mapping every
inch of the bottom.
And are you sure you're looking
in the spot that she went down?
The boat's locator
beacon gave precise
GPS coordinates until
the moment it went under.
Still, despite our best
efforts, we've found nothing.
May... may I inquire
why the NSA is so
interested in finding this yacht?
CHARLIE: N-S-A,
Never Say Anything.
I get it.
You haven't been able to find
this boat because
you've been looking
in the wrong place.
Your search pattern,
probably assumes
that the Cheetah
sank something...
something like this.
When in reality...
In reality... the Cheetah
probably sank
something a little more...
like that.
It glides forward.
That's correct.
It glides forward.
Now, a boat like the Cheetah,
a boat with this
sophisticated a design,
it practically
flies under water,
traveling laterally
four, maybe even
five feet for every
foot that it falls.
Now knowing what I
know about the hull,
given the depth of the water,
I should be able to determine
with a fair amount of accuracy
just how far she traveled
before hitting the bottom.
And then you guys
can refocus your search.
How long will it take
you? I'll get on it right away.
Uh, oh, and Professor...
This is a matter
of national security.
It's need-to-know only,
so not a word to anyone.
That includes the FBI.
If the Morris barge
was never near
where the yacht went down,
then they weren't after the yacht.
Maybe they're involved
in one of the drug operations
you were talking about?
Yeah, but drug runners usually
stay further out in
international waters.
But I don't think
we can rule it out.
I just spoke to the E.R.T. lab.
Turns out the other two traces
of blood we found definitely
belong to Chris
and Robert Morris.
How big a leap would it be
to assume they're dead,
same as their diver?
COLBY: Yeah, I
mean, that would explain
why we can't find
them. And if their killer
dumped the bodies
out in the open ocean,
there's no telling how far
they could've drifted by now.
Maybe not. Can I see
that coroner's report?
There were impressions
on the diver's ankles.
Here, let's put this
up on the screen.
Report says the impressions are
consistent with having been
caused by a rope. And not
the fishing net? LIZ:
More like something
was tied around his ankles.
A weight probably.
So whoever threw
him in the ocean
probably anchored him
down, and for some reason
his rope became
free and he just drifted,
and ended up in the fishing
net. Okay, so if that's true,
then the Morris
brothers could still
be anchored to the bottom
right where they were dropped.
All right, so we need
to talk to Charlie.
He can tell us where that
barge went when it was out,
we got a good idea where
to look for the bodies.
DON: Charlie?
Hey. What's going on? Hey.
Why don't you answer your phone?
I'm sorry. I've
been busy working.
Oh, no, no, that's all right.
What, are you making progress?
Here's the thing.
I had to back-burner
the, um, salvage
barge thing for a while.
What are you talking about?
Something else came up.
Like what?
I can't talk about it.
Look, I think I got
two bodies down there
on the bottom of the ocean.
I don't know how long
they're going to stay put.
You told me you were going to
figure out where that barge was.
I understand. I'll get
on it as soon as I can.
What do you mean
"as soon as you can"?
Sorry.
Well, that's not
good enough. "Sorry."
Wh-What's going on?
DON: I don't know. You tell me.
Hey. Hey.
I'm in a no-win situation.
You know, he wants me to
do something, I can't right now.
Why not?
Because I'm doing
something else.
All right? Something
I can't talk about.
All right, relax.
I'm not gonna ask.
It's your choice what
to work on, and, uh...
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, it doesn't mean anything
more than what it means.
You know what? It's...
it's moot now anyway,
so just forget it.
I-I just... I'm pretty much
done with what I'm doing.
I'm just hungry.
You know what, I'll stay.
I'll stay and just do
what he wants me to do.
(siren wailing in distance)
Liz.
Hey.
What's going on?
Last time, with us, I
was just passing through.
Now I'm assigned here...
and...
What? And what?
Come on.
It's complicated now.
Yeah? Why's that?
People will find out.
So what? So what?
Yeah. This is the bureau.
It matters.
Lots of agents are together.
Where does your prosecutor
girlfriend fit into all this?
She doesn't.
CHARLIE: Here. I'm done.
Here's everything you need.
Uh, actually, pal,
it's a little late.
You don't want it now?
No, no, sorry, I
want it. Look, Charlie,
I want it; it's just
we can't get a boat
out there till
morning, that's all.
You were able to map
out the barge's path?
Sort of. I laid
out a large grid.
I mean, they'll have to
check it, but there's a better
than an 83% chance
that it covers the Morris
barge's operations.
It's just as I figured.
They never left
the shallow water.
MAN (over radio): Search Team
One completing the sweep of Grid Four.
All right, well, GPS
coordinates put us
right on the edge
of Abalone Cove.
Charlie, we're going
to be coming around
to the port side now and
beginning another pass.
Okay, uh, copy that.
Charlie, you said last night
there was an 83% chance
that the Morris barge
was actually working
within your search
grid, right? That's right.
Okay, well, there's still a
17% chance they weren't.
Wow, Liz, I didn't realize
you were such a
glass-half-empty type.
You know, 83% is still
a very high probability.
Whoa.
Go back.
What was that?
Hey, did you guys see that?
Uh, yeah, Charlie.
Sonar mapping's
picking it up, too.
Let me steer the
camera back around.
Uh, I think it was back this
way a little bit. He'll get it.
It's a body.
Confirming a body.
Sonar mapping's
picking up two of them.
COLBY: Chris and Robert Morris.
I never doubted you, Charlie.
Wait a minute.
Sonar's reading
something else down there.
Is that another body?
Negative, this is much bigger.
Looks like a vessel.
All right, can you
get a video on it?
It's the Cheetah.
No, it can't be. I've
done all the calculations.
It shouldn't be
anywhere near here.
It shouldn't be, but it is.
(indistinct police
radio transmission)
CHARLIE: None
of this makes sense.
All the available
pieces of data we have
indicate that this
yacht went down
40 miles out to sea.
So how do you
explain it showing up
so close to shore?
We have no idea.
The Morris brothers...
They knew exactly where to look.
What do you make of this?
Morris Marine Salvage.
Lift bags.
They're used to
raise a sunken ship
up to the surface.
They'd already brought her up.
Why would somebody
bring up a $2 million prize
and then throw it back?
Who's the agent in charge?
It's Agent Eppes;
he's right there.
Professor Eppes, I suppose
you think you're pretty clever.
I'm sorry, I'm not
sure what you mean.
You intentionally sent
us in the wrong direction
so you could help your
brother find this yacht.
No, no, no, I know it looks
like that, but believe me...
You'll be lucky if you don't
lose your security clearance.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
Agent Cordero, Agent
Graves, I did nothing wrong.
What's going on here? You Eppes?
Yeah. You're going to look
worse than your brother in all this.
And where are you
guys from? NSA.
GRAVES: Do you have any idea
how many taxpayer
dollars you wasted
sending us in the
wrong direction?
Back off already.
He doesn't know.
I mean, how many times
do you want him to say it?
We weren't looking
for the yacht.
We, we were tracing the
path of a salvage barge...
And you just happened
to find her. What luck.
I'm going to go now.
No, you're not. Yes, you are.
Go ahead, it's fine. Good-bye.
Look, guys.
Clearly, we thought we were
working on different cases.
Obviously, we're not,
so why don't we cut
all the interagency crap and
try to figure out what's going on?
Can you please tell me, what
is the NSA's interest in this?
Aw, come on, please,
give me a break.
Okay. NSA has been tracking
an arms dealer
named Hashim Aziz.
He's Pakistani, terrorist ties.
He's on every
agency's watch list.
DON: What, you think
he's connected to this?
Aziz recently transferred
a large sum of money
to Reid Sarasin.
The skipper?
CORDERO: The reason
for the payment is unknown.
Best guess right now?
That yacht was smuggling
something for Aziz.
All right, so now I understand
why someone would pull it up
a-and throw it back.
They got what they wanted.
The thing is: we
don't know what it was.
Right.
All of our search efforts for
the Cheetah have been focused
right in this area here, and
that's only for one reason.
Because that's where
the locator beacon
stopped transmitting.
Right, and the assumption
was it stopped transmitting
because the boat
went underwater.
But there are other reasons
the beacon might
have quit, right?
Say you're the skipper,
Reid Sarasin, right?
You're the last man on the boat,
you're taking on water, and
you're smuggling something.
You're going to try
and get to shallow water
as fast as possible,
'cause that's the only way
you can recover whatever
it is you're smuggling.
And you don't want anybody to
know where the boat winds up.
Once my crew's gone, I
turn off my homing beacon,
aim my yacht for
the closest shoreline.
Right, it explains
why the boat wound up
so close in, and it explains
how the Morris brothers knew
where it was... because
Sarasin told them.
Which means he
didn't drown at sea.
He's still alive.
No good deed goes
unpunished, right?
Hey, come on, look, don't
worry about those NSA guys.
You know what I do
feel pretty bad about
is putting your stuff
on the back burner.
You know, I was so
obsessed with that boat
that when they gave me
the chance to work on it,
I just jumped.
Yeah, well, maybe you
should feel bad then.
No, no, I'm kidding.
I'm kidding, buddy. Listen.
They told me,
actually, they think
the Cheetah was
smuggling something.
Smuggling? Yeah.
Don, that makes perfect sense.
Why? You mean you knew?
No.
But I was looking for a flaw
in the boat's design,
and the hull must have
failed because it was carrying
an extra load, extra
weight it wasn't designed
to handle. What
were they smuggling?
They were in 16 different
ports all over the world.
Right? So, I mean, if
they did pick up anything
it could've been
loaded on anywhere.
Not exactly.
Well, how do you know?
I was studying the
boat's performance.
Its pace slowed slightly
after a stop in Singapore.
They-they took on extra weight?
Yeah, matter of fact,
you know, it wouldn't
be too difficult to calculate
exactly how much
extra weight they took on.
Yeah? All right, come on.
Back in? Yeah, yeah.
Are those guys still here?
Don't worry about them.
Hey, wait, wait, wait.
Come here. Listen.
Listen, whatever the, the
Cheetah was smuggling,
apparently it picked
up in Singapore.
How do you know that?
Because Charlie says
it was moving slower
after it left its port.
So does that mean
anything to you guys?
It could.
Cobalt-RE is a missile
guidance system.
Uh-huh. Four units disappeared
from a Pakistani army
base 12 weeks ago.
NSA's been tracking them,
but they lost them
crossing into Thailand,
If you continue
on that trajectory...
Right. Singapore.
Cobalt's relatively compact
and easy to program,
but its main advantage is
that it's capable of being mated
with several
Katyusha-style rockets.
Katyushas are common,
but they're not
considered a grave threat
because they fly a
ballistic trajectory.
They... You aim and fire;
they go where they go...
Yeah, but not if
they're attached
to those guidance
systems, right?
You know? I mean,
how much they weigh?
Four units,
85 pounds each,
plus the crates...
a little over 400 pounds.
418 pounds is what I got.
So they're here,
they're in the U.S.
Yeah, and they got
a two-day jump on us.
LIZ: So what exactly
are we up against?
We know the guidance
systems were pulled
off the Cheetah
about 38 hours ago,
so the question is,
where are they now?
I think the question is
where are they headed?
And does that party have
the rockets to marry them to?
Now, our best lead
is Reid Sarasin,
the skipper on the Cheetah.
LIZ: What do we know about him?
He's a top-notch sailor,
but, like most of the
skippers in the race,
he's really just a gun-for-hire.
I doubt his loyalties
to the owner go much beyond
whatever he has to
do to make a paycheck.
All right, good.
How do we find him?
His wife's in L.A.
Let's get her in here.
I don't see you as a woman
in mourning, Mrs. Sarasin.
That's 'cause I
haven't given up hope
my husband will be found.
Right. That, or he's already
contacted you and let
you know he's still alive.
That's ridiculous.
There's still a search
out looking for him...
MEGAN: Your husband races yachts
around the world?
Must be pretty exciting.
I don't do much
traveling anymore.
I didn't mean for you.
I can't imagine he's
around much, huh?
And you have... three children?
What do my kids
have to do with this?
Well, it paints a pretty
complete picture for me.
All I see is you at home,
alone, raising three children,
and your husband is out
partying like he's still 25 years old.
Haven't you made enough
sacrifices for this man?
COLBY: The nature
of what your husband
was smuggling, Mrs. Sarasin,
means that he can be
classified as a terrorist,
and the fact that
you're helping him
means that you can be
classified as a terrorist also,
and you can be
detained indefinitely.
MEGAN: Which means you'd
be sacrificing your kids, too.
Is that something you really
want to do for him?
Do you think he would ever
do something like that for you?
COLBY: So this boat belongs
to a friend of the Sarasins.
The wife says he's been
hiding out on it for a while.
Your lead.
Reid Sarasin!
Federal agents! Come on out!
He's not in here.
Looks like he was.
Do you think his
wife tipped him off?
No, I don't, but she might have
known he was already gone.
I'll call it in to Don.
See if they want to have
another go at the wife.
(dialing)
Hey, guys, come here.
Took a look at that.
(coughing)
All right, Captain Nemo.
Let's go.
Up on the dock.
SARASIN: You
think I chose to put
those crates on my boat?
My life was threatened.
I was forced to.
Yeah, they forced you to cash
that big check they
wrote for you, too?
The whole thing unraveled
when the damn
boat started leaking.
I mean, it was supposed
to be easy, just sail in,
unload the crates, sail out
on the next leg of the race.
Who'd you give the
guidance systems to?
Who'd you meet with on this end?
Two guys.
I don't know their names.
All I had was a phone number.
Hey, pal, you better
do better than that.
You're looking at
a triple murder rap.
Wait, are you kidding me?
Triple murder rap. I had
nothing to do with that!
No? Look,
all I did was sail
the boat, that's it.
I didn't kill anybody.
GRAVES: Yeah, you were there.
You were on the salvage barge.
Yeah, I was there to
show these two guys
where the Cheetah went down,
so they could find their crates.
I had no idea they were
going to kill the crew
after they got what they wanted.
Reid, we need to know
where those crates are now.
I don't know.
When did you last see them?
When we came
back in on the barge.
They unloaded the
crates onto a truck,
you know, one of
those yellow box vans.
DON: Did you hear
them say anything
about where they were going?
Not exactly, but...
I do know that they
weren't planning
on leaving L.A. right away.
They were waiting.
They were waiting?
For what?
For missiles.
Missiles in Los Angeles?
You got to be pretty
damn committed
to the cause to be smuggling
missiles into the U.S.
NSA have any idea who
the end customer is on this?
Hashim Aziz is an
arms dealer at heart.
His politics would
never keep him
from selling to
the highest bidder.
I'll tell you that. So now
it could be anybody?
DON: So I just brought
Homeland up to speed.
They're gonna up security
force, but... All right.
Charlie's back, excellent.
Come on, I'll catch
you up. Let's go, guys.
According to Sarasin, the
guidance systems left the docks
in a yellow box van
similar to this one.
A rental? We
don't know for sure.
We've got agents checking
with all the local rental companies.
Suspects are two males,
Middle-Eastern descent.
The contact number
they gave Sarasin
traces to a "World Phone."
It's a Jordanian carrier,
and they won't help us.
CORDERO: Our
people are generating
a list of Hashim Aziz's known
associates in Los Angeles.
Maybe Sarasin can
help ID one of them.
No, that's a long shot.
This whole thing's a long shot.
We got two suspects
with a 40-hour
lead on us in a city
of eight million?
Your odds aren't
good. DON: All right,
so, you got anything?
I don't, but our friends
at the NSA might.
After all, you
guys have the most
comprehensive
space-based surveillance
and reconnaissance
network in the entire world.
Professor, we've
thought about satellites,
but the problem with
that type of application
is that there's just
too much information.
We've got four birds above us...
Five.
I'm sorry, five birds.
Yeah, Geo-16 was
put into orbit in August.
CORDERO: Fine.
Five birds, sending
constant imaging
of 4,700 square miles, I
mean, do you have any idea
of how much information that is?
You could spend 30 years
going through the images
and still now find
what you're looking for.
Not if we apply a target
discrimination algorithm.
I don't know what that is.
Well, you do.
No offense, but even
a five year old knows.
See, he uses it
every time he
goes to his toy box.
Let's say he's looking
for his favorite
little yellow truck.
But his toy bin is filled
with all his other toys.
First he eliminates
the stuffed animals.
Then the airplanes,
then the action figures.
He continues sorting
by size, color, weight.
Until he finds his
little yellow truck.
And I can do the same
thing with satellite images.
I create an algorithm that tells
the computer what we're looking for
and what we're not looking for
that weeds out
false alarm variables
and compensates
for urban clutter.
All right, good, so,
what do you need?
I'm going to need access
to your computers.
I'll make the call.
Hey, still searching.
Long time.
Well, I've added criteria
to the discrimination filter.
I mean, that should help.
What's it doing now?
Yeah, we're landing
some images now.
There's likely to
be a lot at first.
Got a yellow box truck
outside a port
warehouse in San Pedro.
Yeah, how do you
know it's the right one?
The banked satellite images,
followed its trail all the
way back to Morris Salvage.
All right, let's
go, let's hit it.
(horn honking in distance)
(indistinct radio transmission)
MAN (over radio): Spotter four has
two suspects inside the rear door.
There's nothing in there.
They got two inside,
southeast corner.
Go, let's go,
hit it, hit it, hit it!
FBI!
FBI!
(gunshots)
Drop it!
Get out of the car!
Get down! Down on the ground!
Colby, you okay?
We're good, Don.
You all right?
Yeah.
Roger that, suspect
is in custody.
All clear, repeating, all clear.
(siren wailing in distance)
Crates are all here, full.
The guidance
systems accounted for.
How about missiles?
Any sign of them?
We found this
shipping invoice inside.
A container ship coming
in tomorrow from Malaysia.
"Teak furniture."
I don't think these guys
are waiting on a patio set?
Got a call in to
the Coast Guard.
We'll be waiting for 'em
tomorrow with Homeland security
when those missiles arrive.
All right, good job, guys.
You, too.
Yeah, we'll go get some
beers some time, huh.
Several.
All right.
Nice work.
Yeah, you, too.
We're all right together.
See.
That's what I've
been telling you, huh?
I don't want to get hurt.
Yeah.
Kind of goes with the
territory though doesn't it?
Yeah, easy for you to say.
Oh, yeah, why's that?
I know your reputation,
Mr. No Commitments.
I just haven't met
the right girl yet.
Okay.
Let's take it slow.
Keep it to ourselves.
Yeah, look, I'm in the FBI.
I know how to keep a secret.
Good.
See you tomorrow, Agent.
That's Special Agent
to you, by the way.
Uh...
Sorry.
Understood.
Take your time.
Thank you.
Okay.
(laughing): That's
what I thought.
No, that, that was, uh, fine.
What?
Would you just pick up a piece.
And move it.
I will.
Hey, what's going on?
We're playing chess?
Oh, is that what it is? Yeah.
'Cause I sure
don't recognize that.
What are you so grumpy about?
I'm not.
Your father has a "tell."
What, as in poker?
(sing-songy): Mm-hmm.
Alan has a chess tell.
Oh, would you listen
to... I have a "tell?"
The woman has ruined
the spirit of the game.
I mean, this is supposed
to be about strategy,
about anticipation.
This is supposed to be art.
You beat him, didn't you?
I did.
I'm so sorry.
The first game.
But it wasn't his fault.
He had no idea that
I was reading him.
No, I was just being
nice. You were nice.
You play poker, do you, Millie?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
It wasn't just the fellowship
that got me through
grad school, G-man.
I think I'm hearing a bit
of a challenge there.
What do you guys say?
MILLIE: For what poker?
Against the Eppes ladies?
Ooh.
Oh, yes.
I'm in. Anything is better
than playing this anymore.
I'm in. All right. Let's do it.
Oh, wait, there's,
there's no beer.
You heard the
lady, get her a beer.
All right, we're gonna do
a little, uh, practice round.
'Til the beverages arrive.
How about, uh,
seven card, hi-lo,
blind declare... and
please, no whining.
(laughs) Bring
it on, bring it on.
You ate every
chip and all the dip.
No, I didn't.
You guys are like
the Three Stooges.
All right, chip,
dip, skip, let's go.
How about just playing a game?
(overlapping chatter)