Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 3, Episode 15 - End of Watch - full transcript

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Hey, you guys, check this out!

What is that, man?

That's straight Five-O.

All right, you
ready? (Amita sighs)

Byzantines fighting side by
side with cowboys and Indians?

I had an imaginative childhood.

You know, actually, this
garage was once a garage.

CHARLIE: So check
it out. We're deriving

a set of coupled
differential equations

using a fourth order
Runge-Kutta method.

You're kidding me. Huh.



AMITA: He's
trying to see how far

he can fling a ball of fire.

Ooh. You know, I think I
liked it better when you,

uh, lit dead bugs with
a magnifying glass.

Don did that. Oh.

Right.

All right!

Bingo!

(Alan laughing)

ALAN: Good shot!

(knocking at door)

Come in.

Alan Eppes?

ALAN: Yeah?

Have a nice day.

AMITA: What was all that about?

Ooh... It's a project
that I consulted on.

Which project? Kim's Day Night

Golf Center.

CHARLIE: Yeah,
that's the driving range

in Koreatown, right?
Yeah. The neighbors

in the surrounding apartments
have been complaining

that the, uh,
floodlights are on 24/7.

Apparently, it's
daytime all night long.

I'm being sued.

What do you say, David?

Badge traces back
to an LAPD officer

went missing in 1990.

Hmm. Missing how?

We don't know. Found
the badge right there.

Officer's name was John Everett.

23 years old.

Bureau initially
handled the case

as an unexplained disappearance.

(siren whoops) DON: Yeah, well,

this should give it a
new perspective, huh?

Reports indicate he went
missing wearing his uniform.

It's looking like a cop
killing with the guy out there

still walking around.

That's Gary Walker
coming up the hill.

LAPD's gonna work
with us on this one.

So, Lieutenant, how you doing?

You've seen me on
better days, Eppes.

Sinclair.

Is this it?

This is it.

Man who wore this was the
finest young cop I ever knew.

You were close
with John Everett?

Yeah.

Everett was on my
street crime team.

We hit hard and often.

Couple of weeks
before he disappeared,

he killed a real
hard-ass gang banger

named Stephon Bradley.

DAVID: You think
him gone missing

was an act of revenge maybe?

I don't need to
think, I know, Sinclair.

His brother vowed
revenge at the time,

and Everett's car was found

in his neighborhood.

What, you couldn't make a case?

Not without a body.

What happened to Bradley?

Did ten years for armed robbery.

Paroled in '02.

Got a college degree while
he was on the inside, too.

I hear he even writes
a little poetry now.

But all that's about to change.

DON: We got this
cop that disappeared

but, uh, the thing is, it
happened 17 years ago.

What can I do?

DAVID: High rise was
supposed to be built,

but a lawsuit shut it down.

And the lot's been
vacant ever since? Yeah.

This area right here...
That's where the kids found

Officer Everett's badge.

Okay. A construction site
would be a pretty good place

to hide a body.

Yeah. Crew could bury
over the body without

ever knowing about it.

Mm-hmm. Of course,
on the flip side,

doesn't mean that
there's a body there.

WALKER: Oh, there's a body.

Trust me, Agent Reeves.

Of course. I'm-I'm
sorry. I just mean,

it's a lot of ground
to cover there.

Charlie?

Um...

laser swath mapping.

Well, take me back
to school, Professor.

It's a lot like radar.

Instead of sending out

radio waves, we're
shooting laser pulses,

which will allow me

to create a highly accurate,

3-D, uh, topographical
map of the area.

And then we look
for abnormal erosion

in the Earth's surface.

See, ground earth is
compact until it's disturbed.

It's like when you dig a grave.

Right, when a person's body

is buried, uh, erosion

and decomposition create
a depression in the earth.

Um, here, let me
take this, um...

this bowl of...

this bowl of popcorn,
for example, and imagine

that this is the earth under
which a body is buried.

And this water represents

erosion, time...

(laughing): And
there goes my lunch.

CHARLIE: See that depression?

That is what our lasers

are looking for.

Well, that sounds real good

as long as we locate my man.

See, this isn't just

an unsolved homicide
for me. I knew John.

I was responsible for him,
as I am for all of my men.

17 years ago,

John's wife had to
bury an empty coffin,

and we didn't have the evidence

to take down his
killer, Calvin Bradley.

It's time to bring
Everett home...

get this cop killer
off the streets.

MEGAN: There's
Walker's team back in 1990,

and Everett, who was
married for three years.

Had a little boy

who is now 19 years old.

According to Walker,

he and the team stay
close to the family.

Yeah, survivor's
guilt, probably.

Hey, Liz,

thanks for helping us out.

Yeah, no problem.

I was getting tired of
driving around Compton

breaking down doors anyway.

Ooh, gang detail.

Mm-hmm.

War on drugs knows no end.

Anyway, these are
the files you asked for.

Okay, and Calvin Bradley?

He ran with a black
gang known as BSF:

Bixel Street Family.

I asked around.

He's actually a bit of a legend.

Yeah? How so?

Guy clearly is no
angel, but word now,

he's a changed man, and, uh,

runs a program helping kids.

And he's been clean
since his brother's death?

You mean since Everett's.

Uh-huh.

Hard to believe

we may finally find
Everett after all these years.

To think he's been rotting
out there all this time.

While Calvin Bradley's
been walking around

a free man.

No thanks to the FBI.

Hey, what? Excuse
me? OFFICER: Let's just

say the Feds didn't put

much manpower on it at the time.

Look, I wasn't there
at the time, okay?

Hey, listen, this has
been a very tough day

for all of us, but, uh,

we're all on the same page now,

and, uh, Eppes
has just come here

to find out what happened the
day that Everett disappeared.

I mean, if there's anything
you remember, you know,

that's come back to you,
you know what I'm after.

OFFICER 2: Night before,

a ten-year-old girl
was killed in a drive-by.

Word was a BSF crew had
raided a rival gang's stash house.

What's BSF?

Bixel Street Family.

That was Bradley's
gang at the time.

Anyway, team had the day off.

Commanders
wanted everyone on it.

Kid gets killed,
politicians want action.

Well, you know how it is.

(horn honks)

So I called everybody in.

OFFICER 1: Everett
had some appointments,

didn't get the word till late.

By the time he rolled, we
were all out on the street.

That was the last
we heard of him.

WOMAN: What's
going on? I got your call.

Did you find him?
No, no, no, not yet.

Not yet, not yet. I
don't understand.

Well, some kids... some
kids found his badge.

WOMAN: Oh, my God.

What am I gonna tell Kevin?

You just let us talk
to him, all right?

Thanks.

All this time, I
keep thinking...

What's that all about?

That's Everett's wife.

She's worried about
their son Kevin.

Uh-huh.

We tried to be
like a dad to him.

You can see why

we want Calvin Bradley
brought to justice.

Charlie, have you seen the...?

Laser Swath Mapping?

Yeah. Are you familiar with it?

I am.

I consulted once with the
Army Corps of Engineers.

Oh, my. They were checking

for coastal erosion
along the Gulf, but this...

This looks local.
Well... (clears throat)

I'm helping the FBI

locate a missing police officer.

A missing police officer?

I didn't hear
anything about that

in the news.

Well, it was back in 1990.

A bunch of kids just recently

found his badge in an empty lot.

So, you're looking for...?

His body. Oh, goodness.

That-That's an
awful thing to happen.

Yeah.

So, um, have you seen Amita?

She was in her office earlier.

She's probably hiding from me.

Why would she be hiding
from you? Oh, well, because

she resigned as the Chair
of the Curriculum Committee.

She resigned?

Mm-hmm.

In an e-mail.

Chairing that committee

is an incredible
opportunity for her...

Hey, Charlie, um,

I left your dad a
couple of messages,

and I haven't heard
back from him yet,

and I was wondering if

you knew if there's a
reason he's not calling me?

(laughs)

Well, he's being sued.

He's being sued?!

Yeah.

Apparently, a golf driving range

he's been working on has
become an eyesore, literally.

OFFICER 2: Yeah, that's him.

That's Calvin Bradley.

I thought associating
with gang members

was a violation of his parole?

Oh, he applied to a
judge for an exception.

Claimed he was
rehabilitating them.

You guys seem pretty sure

he's the one who
killed Officer Everett.

OFFICER 1: In 1990,

Bradley's bragging to
anybody who will listen,

he's gonna get
revenge on Everett

for killing his brother.

Words don't always mean action.

OFFICER 2: Out there,
you learned real quick

there was no such
thing as an idle threat.

I grew up in this
neighborhood, all right?

Half the gang bangers I busted,

I knew, and if they
said it, they did it.

We find John Everett's body,
this scumbag's going down.

So these are all
the spots I have.

How far down do
they have to dig?

Oh, just about...

just about four feet or so.

You worked that gang case
last year, developed those, uh...

What are they called?

Shooting chains?

Yeah, a, uh, murder
leads to a retaliation,

and another and
another, and, yeah, it's a...

it's a domino effect, sure.

Any chance you
could do that here?

See if any other slayings

connect this cop's
death to Calvin Bradley?

Yeah, it's quite possible.

Where's your brother?

Hmm?

Oh, he's off with the LAPD.

Does he know that
you're on this case?

No. I haven't had
a chance to tell him.

Oh, well, that'll be a
nice surprise for him.

You think?

I mean, has he said
something to you?

'Cause, you know, I...
he's just been a little...

Well, he's...

He's been going
through some stuff.

Stuff?

Yeah.

I think you should
talk to him about it.

Sure.

AGENT: Agent Warner,
we got something.

C1, just as I had suspected.

It's him. It's Everett.

LIZ: The Preliminary
Coroner's investigation here

indicates Everett had a single
gunshot wound to the head.

Fracturing indicates it was

probably at close range.

So this was an execution.

Never been any doubt about that.

Somehow Bradley got
his hands on Everett...

walked him to the

construction site and
planted one in his dome.

Then he dumped him in a ditch,

and waited for a construction
crew to seal his tomb.

Maybe. But can you prove it?

Well, I'm gonna let
Bradley to do that for me.

What makes you think
he's gonna talk to you now?

1990, I didn't have a body.

Bradley knew that. Now I do.

Calvin Bradley, FBI, open up!

BRADLEY: LAPD.
What the hell's going on?

(yelling)

DAVID: Get off him! Back off!

We're done here!

BRADLEY: You see
me here with no lawyer

because I have nothing to hide.

Yeah, why is it you look like
you got something to hide, huh?

17 years, nothing changes.

And you people wonder why
we don't want to help the cops.

DAVID: We found him, Calvin.

You know who that is, right?

LAPD officer John Everett.

Same cop that killed your
little brother 17 years ago.

And disappeared two weeks later.

I have nothing to do with this.

Several witnesses say

you threatened
Officer Everett's life.

I was young. I was a hothead.

Said some things I didn't mean.

DON: Hey, his car was
found a couple hundred feet

from your house.

Calvin, man, you've spent more
time in a law library than we have.

You know that car
gives you opportunity

and your brother's death,

that gives you motive.

My little brother was
shot down like a dog.

Police didn't investigate.

You guys didn't care.
DON: Your little brother

was a drug dealer who
ran with one of the most

violent gangs in the city.

You make it sound like
Stephon had a choice.

Like any of us did.

Got one choice out
there, man: Live or die.

Is that what you
told Officer Everett

when you put a bullet
through his skull?

I've already been to prison
for crimes I committed.

I'm not going back
for one I didn't do.

Life without parole.

Okay? That's the only time
you're going to hear that offer.

You people think my
brother got what he deserved.

Well...

I think same might
be said for this cop.

What was that you said?

DON: All right. Say that again.

Listen, Gary, come
on. Hey, Gary.

Gary, Gary! Hey Gary!

All right, all right. Listen.

Down.

Could I talk to you for a
second? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep.

You can't do that
around here, you know?

You gotta calm down.

Whew. Okay.

He wants to desecrate the
memory of one of my men.

You just let me have a piece
of him, I'll get a confession.

No, I can't do that.

Come on, Eppes,
just take a walk,

go have dinner or whatever.

I understand how you feel.

It's not gonna
happen, all right?

Okay, listen. Before
Everett disappeared,

he was worried
about retribution.

He had heard
things on the street.

And we're running that down.

Yeah, well, I've been
running it down for 17 years.

And now,

you have the man.

You have him sitting right here.

The man who killed
him. Now, if you two don't

have the stomach for it... DON:
That's not the case. Calm down.

All right? We tried.

We don't have enough
to hold the guy. Period.

Are you setting him free?

Yeah, you bet I'm
setting him loose.

Excuse me.

(groans) Someone's not happy.

Bradley called our bluff.

Well, it's about to
get more interesting.

The ballistics are in.

The bullet that killed
Everett came from a .38.

What? A revolver? A
revolver that was issued

to Everett. It's
his duty weapon.

Same gun that killed
Stephon Bradley.

That would mean Everett
was killed with his own gun.

Yeah.

Kevin wouldn't even
remember his dad

if it weren't for those guys.

They took him to ball
games, camping trips...

How's he holding up?

It's been tough... watching
me get through this.

But he's lucky.

He's got four great
surrogate dads.

When Lieutenant Walker
said that your husband

had some concerns after shooting

Stephon Bradley.

Uh, that's his way of
saying he was upset.

Case you haven't
noticed, Lieutenant Walker

doesn't exactly
express himself well.

Emotionally, I mean.

Truth is, the shooting
changed my husband.

He wasn't prepared for the
way he felt after killing that kid.

Was he depressed?

Depressed? Did he
have trouble eating?

Or sleeping?

What are you asking me?

Well, our forensics
indicate that your husband

was killed with his own gun.

You think he killed himself?

No... No, he wouldn't do that.

Well, I'm sorry to put you
through this. We just, uh...

we just wanted to be sure.

Walker's got Bradley
tried and convicted.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Want some coffee? No, I'm good.

So what's going on?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, just some stuff.

I mean, I don't really
want to talk about it.

Talking's not exactly
what I had in mind.

Uh, isn't this
sexual harassment?

I'll show you sexual harassment.

Hey.

I want your input on
that, Eppes. Yeah.

Roger that.

AMITA: That's amazing.

I mean, in 1977,
there were fewer than...

500 murders in Los Angeles.

And by 1985, the number doubled.

Well, there must be
some sort of causal

explanation for
those statistics.

Yeah, I mean, it was
the introduction of mass

drug sales by the
gangs, you know?

Fights over street
corners... Territories shifting

led to more killings.

What?

You quit.

What are you talking about?

Chair of the
Curriculum Committee.

You know how huge that is.

I can't believe she told you.

You know, neither Larry
nor I were ever asked

to chair that committee.

There's some pretty
heavy hitters, you know.

It can be intimidating.

I mean, maybe not for
you... Well, I've seen you

with the faculty;
you're very good.

Some of the professors talk.

About us. What?!

Oh, it doesn't matter.

No, just tell me... What,

so that you can protect me?

Look, you can't and
you shouldn't have to.

I'm just not ready for this.

Agent Reeves,

did you mention
something about suicide?

Did you mention to Everett's
wife that he killed himself?

No, I never said that. I
know you didn't say that.

But did you say something
about, "Well, was he depressed...?"

Eh, he was
depressed, Lieutenant.

Now, you shouldn't...

You really had
no right to do that.

Don't come in here
telling us what rights

we do or don't have, Gary.

Now, I understand
how you feel...

No, I don't think you
do understand, Eppes.

I don't think
understand how I feel.

I don't think you know
what it's like to living it

in the streets, the way we do.

And back then, it was a war.

Cops were dying every day,
trying to take back this city.

And Everett was one of them.

Did you know Everett
was killed with his own gun?

What?

Yeah, ballistics matched
the bullet to the .38

that killed Bradley,
all right? Take a look.

I don't need to see that.
What are you talking about?

That means that Bradley got a hold
of Everett's gun and he shot him with it.

So what? The body was buried,
remember? How did that happen?

I said it before: the
construction crew could've

buried his body and
not ever knew about it.

What are you
doing? Are you writing

Calvin Bradley's
closing argument now?

I knew Everett. He
wouldn't have killed himself.

I got something.

CHARLIE: The gang
case I worked on last year,

my guiding principle
was their territorial nature.

And it turned out some of
these gang members spent

their whole lives living
within a 10-block radius.

Their turf. Right, I remember.

They live a mile from
the ocean; some of them

have never even seen it...

Right, so here is a map
of all known gang territories

back in 1990 and, using the
theory of collective behavior,

I...

Lieutenant Walker,
imagine a colony of ants

searching for food.

They send out a scout

and that scout wanders
around randomly.

If that scout finds food,
well, then the colony

marks that path as good.

If he doesn't find food, then
that path is marked as neutral.

And if that scout never returns,

you better believe that
path is marked as bad.

Same thing works with gangs.

Calvin Bradley was a member
of the Bixel Street Family.

This was their
territory back in 1990.

Everett's body was found here

in an area controlled
by a gang called

the 18 Street Mexicali.

18 Street Mexicali and
Bixel Steet Family were rivals.

Factoring in for
territorial gang shifts...

I cannot find a
single safe passage.

DON: For Bradley
to travel from his turf

to a rival's turf to even
have killed Everett.

CHARLIE: It would be
like a Sunni going for a ride

in a Shi'ite neighborhood.

Calvin Bradley
probably wasn't our killer.

MEGAN: So Calvin Bradley

would've had trouble getting
to the crime scene, which...

doesn't make him innocent.

Yeah, Charlie's math
is all about probabilities.

So, if he says it's
unlikely, it probably is...

MEGAN: Which
takes us back to what?

Suicide?

Well, what if we just keep
following the probabilities.

Meaning what?

Well, if the math says
it's doubtful anyone

from a rival gang
would have access

to the 18 Street
Mexicali territories,

that narrows our
suspect list down.

To someone in the 18
Street Mexicali crew. Right.

I'll talk to Charlie about
running some names.

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

Hey! Wow! What's going on? Whoa!

Oh, hi. Hi, the door was open.

I hope you don't
mind. Oh, no, no.

Not at all. Come in. Good.

Thanks. Wow.

What's going on?

I love what you've
done with the room, huh.

You do? Very, uh,
"Early American

interrogation
room"... it's nice.

I can see your
pores. You notice, eh?

So, so what?

Charlie told me about
this whole lawsuit thing.

Yeah. I just wanted to come
give you some moral support.

Well, uh, thank you,
I appreciate that,

but what I really
need are answers.

Yeah, to what? I've been going

over my original calculations.

They're absolutely right.

I just don't understand

what the problem
is with the lighting.

I tried to simulate it here.

Angles of incidence, good.

You got reflection, absorption,

saturation coefficients.

Very impressive, very
impressive, Mr. Eppes.

Now I see where
Charlie gets his interest

his interest in
numbers. Well, I'm afraid

there's only one
genius in this family.

Oh, I don't know.

Hey, I know, I know
Charlie's busy helping out Don,

and if you're
interested I'm available.

To go over your figures.

My figures? Yes.

I got it. Put your head down.

(laughing)

DON: What do you
say, Lieutenant?

It's happy hour
somewhere, right?

Let me get a club soda.

BARTENDER: Club soda.

You know that I've been trying

to pin this on Calvin
Bradley for 17 years.

It's a little hard
for me to believe

that, after all this time,

I might have been
looking at the wrong guy.

Hey, look, it's not over yet.

Here you go, sir.

Thanks.

Well, you'd think that I
would know after all this time

that things are... they're
just never what they seem.

You follow your gut.

There's nothing else you can do.

It's a whole different
world out there now, Eppes.

It's a whole different way of
policing, a whole new way.

Down is up, up is down.

Everett wouldn't
have killed himself.

That's not the man I knew.

So, tell me about 18 Street guy?

Well, they're not around
anymore, that's one thing.

And they used to be one
of the biggest drug suppliers

on the West Coast. All right.

So, if Everett was
shot in their territory,

then somebody knows something.

I mean, come on,
somebody had to have seen

something, right?

Yeah.

Hey.

How you doing?

Tell me where Jimmy Lopez is?

The other side of this cab.

Jimmy Lopez?

FBI. I'd like to talk to you

for a minute.

FBI? Yeah.

Get your hands up.

How you doing, Jimmy?

Officer Walker.

You got a good memory.

What's, uh...

what's going on here, guys?

WALKER: We thought
we would take a trip

down memory lane.

Yeah, maybe you
didn't hear, but...

I don't snitch no more.

Is that right?

Well, they found
Officer Everett's body.

Who?

Officer John Everett.

Nah, that name
don't ring a bell.

Well, he was found buried

in 18 Street Mexicali territory,

so his name better
start ringing some bells

or I'm gonna ring your bell.

I never had nothing to
do with killing no cop.

There's no way he gets shot

in your territory

and it's not the
news of the decade.

No statute of limitations
on murder, Jimmy.

You know that, right?

I heard what everyone
else heard, okay?

What's that?

The cop was whacked
courtesy of the BSF.

Payback for some shooting.

So, what's he doing

in the 18 Street's territory?

No offense,

but when it came
to killing cops,

gang bangers can find
some pretty common ground.

(door shuts)

Oh, hey. There you are.

I went by your
office looking for you.

You did?

Yeah, I just wanted to talk.

About what? Mm...

You know, I thought about
walking away myself once.

You did.

Was first time I orally defended

a dissertation.

Charlie Eppes, not
confident about math?

I was more scared of quitting

than I was of going
through with it,

so...

I couldn't walk away.

I'm gonna do it.

I'm gonna chair that
committee. You are?

I may make some mistakes...

No, you're gonna be great.

You're gonna be
great. I'll help you.

You know, if you want my help.

I'm not saying you need my help.

If you want it.

I will take all the
help I can get.

See that?

We're a lot alike.

'Cause I'm always

asking you for help. Yes.

Speaking of help...

I see you're still
after that cop killer.

Yeah.

Liz Warner says that
he might be a member

of a street gang called
18 Street Mexicali.

But none of the shooting
chains are tracking back

to a common shooter.

That's right. What
are you thinking?

You used collective
behavior theory

to define the path the
killer could have taken.

But that's not the whole story.

You're missing a variable.

The victim.

I need to know the path that
Everett was taking as well.

DON: All right, so
according to this

18 Street had two triggers

at the time of Everett's death.

WALKER: It could still
be anyone in the gang.

I hoping your
brother's got an answer.

All right, Charlie, hey,

tell me you got a
name for us. No, no.

Something else.

Charlie looked at
the timeline of events

for Everett on the
day he was killed.

And I applied
critical path analysis,

which is a mathematical
way of looking

at the most effective
manner to complete tasks.

If you're cooking
a holiday dinner,

and you cook it all
at the same time,

well, some of your
food's gonna end up burnt.

Some of your food's
gonna end up cold.

What you need to do
is prepare and cook

each part of the meal
in an effective order

and monitor them simultaneously

so that you serve all hot
food at all the same time.

Now, the same concept
applies for Everett.

And he changed two
appointments he made that day.

DON: All right... I mean,

so why's this significant?

Because people tend

to schedule meetings
as close to one another

as they can.

Schedule them in
a progressive order,

if they can. Kind of like a...

math of convenience.

But his body and his car
were found a few miles apart.

Meaning that either
Everett was killed

where he was found and his
car was moved afterwards or...

Or else he drove to
the Bixel Street turf

and was transported

to where we found
him some other way.

Thus making one of those
two pieces of data skewed.

So...

I ran two different analyses.

I gave probability
scores to the areas

that Everett was
most likely headed to.

Now, this first map

assumes that he was headed
to where his body was found,

to the 18 Street
Mexicali territory,

making this his most
likely next destination.

All right, and if he
drove to Bixel turf?

Then Everett was
most likely headed here,

by a more efficient path.

Do you see something?

Well, back in 1990,

Internal Affairs had their
headquarters right here.

Internal Affairs?

Why would he be headed there?

DAVID: Charlie's right.

Everett was on his
way to Internal Affairs

and he was killed
before he got there.

Yeah, that ain't a
coincidence... no way.

DAVID: Okay, so why
was he on his way to IA?

Well, Everett shot
Stephon Bradley.

Right? DAVID: Yeah.

But a shooting board
ruled it as a good kill.

Yeah, they did, only IA
was taking another look.

Yeah, why's that?

Well, three days
before Everett shot him,

Stephon Bradley was picked up

by Homicide.

He was wanted for
a series of murders.

He was taking down
rival gangs' stash houses

and killing everyone inside.

And he offered

to trade information
against dirty cops.

Was he dirty, Gary?

No.

I don't believe that.

What were the
circumstances of the killing?

We got a tip that Bradley had
committed a double murder.

We found him at
his girlfriend's house.

Everett covered the back,
Bradley tried to bolt for it.

Everett shot him.

Starting to smell
like a bad kill.

LIZ: All right, so...

Everett was headed to
Internal Affairs to confess,

and he stopped in the
BSF territory on the way.

Why?

Well, a cop with a
guilty conscience,

he might wanna
come clean to the, uh...

the brother of the guy that
he killed before he went to IA.

You saying that Everett
went to see Calvin Bradley?

Walked into the arms of the one
man who wanted to see him dead.

(engine revs, siren whoops)

(tires screech)

Calvin.

How many times

we gonna go through this,
fellas? Don't go wasting our time.

We know you saw Everett
the day he disappeared.

Okay, you wanna prove
you're a changed man, Calvin?

How 'bout owning up to
what you did, finally, huh?

I did ten years taking
responsibility, Lieutenant.

What about you?

I hadn't committed any crimes.

No, you had other
people do it for you.

Wait, hold on, say what?

DON: What's that?

You really want to know?

Yeah, I really wanna know.

All right, Everett did
come to see me that day.

To apologize.

All right, he wanted
me to understand

what had gone down with Stephon.

Only he left my house alive.

You're a liar.

And you don't know any better.

All right, careful, hey.

DON: What did
Everett say to you?

17 years I been a suspect
and you want my help.

The cops were
giving Stephon tips

on the location of
Mexican dope houses.

What?

Stephon ripped them off

while the cops
looked the other way.

Then they killed him when
he wanted to tell the truth.

Whatever my brother was...

you were the ones
that made him that way.

Can I go now?

What do you think, Gary?

Yeah, get out of here.

Get out of here.

Yeah, well, you can ask but
I'm not giving you a deposition.

No, not until I know more facts.

(knocking on door)
Yeah, come in.

All right, if that's
your position

you can talk to my lawyer.

You got it.

You know a good lawyer?

I do. I know several.

Good. Alan.

Geez...

Come here.

Huh?

Come here. Come.

Relax. Here. Sit.

No, it's all right, breathe.

(sighs) Relax.

All right, it's gonna be fine.

All right, we are gonna tackle

each problem, one at a time.

Albert Einstein said that?

No, I read it on the
back of an iced tea bottle.

Oh. It still applies.

You know what I did?

I simulated your design on
the CAD program at CalSci.

Well, I thought things like
this were, uh, frowned upon

by certain administrators.

So I'm busted.

But who's gonna tell on me? Me?

(chuckles)

Well, if that
million-dollar computer

of yours is, uh, correct...

There's no way that that
driving range can be as bright

as the plaintiffs claim it is.

I know, but the
measure of foot-candles

is just off the charts.

So, I, it, it...

it doesn't...

Oh, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

I know what this means.

MILLIE: The hue

of the polypropylene is wrong.

They didn't use the
synthetic grass that I specified.

The contractor uses
a cheaper material

which reflects... Which
reflects more light!

See?!

Well, I'm off the hook.

Except for you electric bill
is gonna go through the roof.

Oh, that's all right.

Charlie owns the place now.

(both laugh)

MEGAN: So the police
were using Stephon Bradley

to take down Mexican drug gangs?

No way Everett
was a part of that.

Then why did Everett
go see Bradley's brother

to apologize? Easy.

Just saying, how long we
gonna live in denial here?

MEGAN: Okay, well, let's look at

what Bradley's saying.

If what he's saying is true,
then someone had to be

telling the cops
where the locations

for these houses were
to begin with, right?

Well, if we find that source...

Maybe he can point us in
the direction of Everett's killer.

Okay, so let's take a look.

These are the gang territories

where Calvin Bradley's
brother ripped off

those drug houses,
and they're spread

all through Mexican
gang territory,

except for one.

DAVID: 18 Street Mexicali.

Which is the same territory

where Everett's body was found.

Okay, so why'd these
guys get a free ride?

What it means

is that whoever was feeding them

information was
18 Street Mexicali.

And he didn't want
to snitch on his...

on his own gang.

Jimmy Lopez.

Where's Jimmy Lopez?

MAN: I wish you could tell me.

Took off. Haven't seen him.

Where's his rig?

Around the corner.

That's it.

That's weird.

WALKER: Jimmy Lopez.

Been keeping a secret
from me for 17 years.

Just doesn't add up.

Lopez was clean for years.

You think the pressure of
being questioned by you guys

pushed him over the edge?

Or someone else did.

The tip of the needle
is broken off in his arm.

Really?

DON: What, like he fought back?

DAVID: Toxicology report shows
a mixture of heroin, strychnine

and powdered milk.
Nice little cocktail.

What are you thinking?
Most drug dealers

are very consistent in the
way they cut their drugs.

WALKER: That's
true... signature,

brand... helps them
sell it on the street.

Maybe we get a tox report

from Lopez's OD over to Charlie.

MEGAN: He can compare the drugs

in Lopez's system

to the other ODs in
the coroner's database?

Sure, go for it.

It's worth a shot, right?

Statistical identification?

Right.

Just looking at toxicology
records of recent ODs.

I'm trying to match

a specific drug
combo to a dealer.

Strychnine... that's poison.

It's a trace dose.

It's not enough to kill.

You know, dealers put
it in their heroin mixes.

Poison plus heroin.

Yeah. A witness who
identified our cop killer OD'd,

so I'm just trying to
trace the drug supply.

What's happening
with the committee?

(sighs)

Some of the faculty
are demanding, but...

I think I'm up for the job.

I never doubted it.

What are you working on?

Uh, Millie has me working on

some cluster analysis using
autocorrelation techniques

to analyze the most
effective undergrad classes

in the past two years.

Even going through
the past two semesters

would be a ton of work.

Yeah.

Millie thinks there's
as much to be learned

from the old curriculum
as the current.

What is it?

You know what?

Can we talk later?

I got to go. Okay.

We got LAPD looking up
all his known associates.

CHARLIE: Hey.

So I ran the drugs in
Jimmy Lopez's system

against all the recent ODs
in the coroner's office, right?

DON: Yeah, and?

There were no matches
to any current dealers,

which is why I
re-ran every overdose

in the coroner's database,

including old overdoses,
and I got a hit...

Several hits, actually.

Three overdoses going back

over a year, all tracing back

to a drug dealer
named Hector Osorio.

(typing)

MEGAN: Uh, Osorio was busted

by Lieutenant
Davidson's narco team.

A large quantity

of drugs were seized.

Which would be in
the evidence room.

And who would have
access to those drugs?

The lead detective of the team.

My guy Davidson.

DAVIDSON: Hey,
Walker, what's up?

You guys got any news?

What the hell's wrong with you?

DON: All right, all right!

You're under arrest
for the murder of

John Everett. What
are you talking about?

They traced the drugs in
Lopez's system to a bust

that your team made, huh?

So what?

Yeah, that means that you
poisoned Lopez with those drugs.

Tell me the truth.
You got nothing.

You don't got jack on me.

(shouting)

How could you do
that?! All right, get off!

You ate at Everett's table! Hey!

You helped raise his son!

Gary, cut it out! Back off!

This isn't helping! Turn around!

Get your hands behind your back!

We never took a dime.

I made the streets safer.

Every drug dealer
that Bradley whacked...

I don't believe you! No!

Not one drug dealer
Bradley whacked

ever killed another
kid with junk!

You got that?!

I made the streets
safer! So when Everett

was about to rat you
out, you killed him.

Because he had it coming!

You set him up
All right, all right.

To take the shot.

Let me just see
him for one second.

He was gonna go to IA!

Let me just... Give me that.

Get this piece of crap away
from me. Get him away.

He wouldn't listen to
reason! Hey, Walker!

Walker, I had no choice!

(door closes)

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Charlie.

What?

No plans with Amita tonight?

She's busy chairing
a new committee.

I guess...

Millie found the
magic bullet, huh?

Yeah, they dropped
me from the lawsuit.

Contractor's on
the hot seat now.

Oh, good. Well, I'm
glad she could help.

You know, if you
would've needed my help,

I certainly would've
been there for you.

Oh, yeah, I know, I know.

Oh, by the way, Charlie,
when I hooked up

all these lights, I may
have blown a circuit or two.

A circuit or two?

Where? Yeah.

I hope you had the system

backed up with
that laptop of yours

in the garage.

Ah-ah-ah!

(chuckles)

I was just kidding.

(slow, mellow jazz playing)

Hey.

So...

what's going on?

I'm worried about you.

Ah, I'm all right.

I mean, you know,

did I do something
to... No, no, no.

Liz, it's not about you.

I mean... Okay.

You can't just get me
going and disappear.

Yeah, I know. I just...

I feel like

I keep second-guessing
so many moves.

Mid-life crisis, huh?

Ha, ha.

Anyone see you come in here?

Listen to you.

Hey.

Hey.

I got plenty in the bottle here.

I can see that.

300 bucks.

He'd have appreciate it.

Hey, Gary, there was
nothing you could've done.

I mean, look, I know that

and you know that.

We'd both be lying to
ourselves if we said that, Eppes.

17 years.

It was right there
under my nose.

I just couldn't see it.

He was a funny kid.

He always walked
around with this goofy grin.

I remember he had

this little red radio
that he used to play,

and there was one song
that he really liked to listen to,

and I...

I just haven't been able
to remember that song.

I wish I could
remember that song.

Wasn't it you that said,
"At the end of the day,

you go home safe,
that's all you can ask"?

That's right, Eppes.

You...

You walk away...
it all works out.

("Summer of '69" fading in)

♪ And now the
times are changin' ♪

♪ Look at everything
that's come and gone ♪

♪ Sometimes when I
play that ol' six-string ♪

♪ Think about you
wonderin' what went wrong ♪

♪ Standin' on your
mama's porch ♪

♪ You told me
it'd last forever ♪

♪ Oh, the way you held my hand ♪

♪ I knew that it
was now or never ♪

♪ Those were the
best days of my life ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Back in the summer of '69... ♪