Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 3, Episode 21 - The Art of Reckoning - full transcript

Charlie, come on!

There he is.

Larry just reentered
the Earth's atmosphere.

Welcome home.

And the shuttle looks great

as it approaches, coming
in just as expected...

Come on, come on.

Weather's forcing them to land

at Edwards Air Force Base.

Road trip.

Let's drive to the
desert and pick him up.



Yeah, you know, we
can rent a convertible

and stop off in Vegas
and play some poker.

Oh, yeah, right, now that
you're a poker champ, too.

Oh. Hey, listen,
I hate to break it

to you, but I believe
NASA requires

a couple of days of debriefing.

Well, that's okay, well
get him on the phone.

Yeah, I mean, it's not every day

that your friend
flies in on a rocket

at 17,000 miles an hour.

One small step
for Dr. Fleinhardt,

one giant leap for Cal Sci.

Oh, look, there he is! Hey!

That's him!



Two mission specialists,
Fleinhardt and...

What's he got in his hand?

Is that macramé?

Sullivan, Bradley

and Garcia-Romero...

Who you going to see?

Pony Fuñes. You escorting him

to San Quentin
for the execution?

No.

AUSA Brickle.

Pony finally

decide to rat?

It's funny how death
will make a man want

to clear his conscience.

Doesn't sound like Pony.

Ray, go ahead and open two.

Pony Fuñes has never
cooperated until now.

Yeah, well, how do you
know he is cooperating?

How do you know he's not?

This guy was a hit
man for all the mobs,

Italian, Mexican,
Russian, Armenian...

He's got hard-core information

on all of them. Yeah,
or he's just playing us.

I mean, the guy's got
six days to live, right?

Exactly. Nothing to lose.

He might as well come clean.

Yeah, well, that's
what we might do,

but I'm saying a guy
like this wants something,

and I'm not cutting
some hired gun any slack.

This way.

Where's he at?

SHU prisoners are not
allowed human contact.

You'll interview him

like this.

Can he hear us?

Yeah, I can hear you.

What, but he can't see us?

No.

Hardly seems fair, right?

Yeah, go figure.

Mr. Fuñes,

I'm AUSA Brickle of the
Department of Justice.

With me is Special Agent
Don Eppes of the FBI.

I understand you're
interested in cooperating with us

on several unsolved
murders. Is that right?

Check it out,
man, I ain't no rat.

First of all, let's
get that straight.

Uh, I'm only going
to talk to you all

about what I myself have done.

Okay.

How many?

Well, I'll give
you all five bodies

so those families
can get some peace.

So they can bury
their dead properly.

Yeah, how do we know
you're not just taking credit

so you can get someone else off?

Details no one else knows.

I also have a...

photographic memory of my work.

Okay, fine.

Let's, uh,

let's go ahead and get started.

Just slow down,
not so fast, friend.

You got to give me
something. I want a visit

with my daughter. I ain't
never seen my daughter before.

I want to talk to her in person.

O-Okay.

I'm gonna have to see about
that, but I don't think it'll be

Not in here. A problem.

Not in no damn cage.

I'm talking about
outside of a prison.

No way.

Ain't gonna happen.

I'll give you five dead.

That's a fair trade Okay,

okay, you know what, Mr. Fuñes,

give me one second
I'll be right back. Don.

Don, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

What?

Five bodies, that's...

that is a lot of
unsolved murder.

Come on, the guy's a con,

he's lying through his teeth.

Well, yeah, he's a con
that's going to be dead

on Tuesday, you
know, this is it.

This is our...

this is our last shot
on this one. Yeah,

and what if he's
just using his own kid

to try to break out
of here or something?

What if he has to give us
a body to prove good faith?

You think he'd go for that?

So, what you're
saying just to clear

one case? Yeah, take
it one step at a time,

see where it goes.

I don't know.

All right, let me take a shot

at this. All right.

Eppes. CHARLIE: Hey,
what's up, man? It's me.

So, Larry's back, we
saw him land this morning.

Ah, cool.

Yeah, I haven't
gotten him Excellent.

On the phone yet,

but I'm thinking of throwing him

a welcome home dinner

when he shows.
You want to come by?

Uh, I don't know, buddy,

I got a problem here.

What's the problem?

Well, we just got
this death row guy

who's trying to talk me

into getting him off
site, but I don't know.

I think we're being set up.

Well, to do that...

wouldn't he have to collude
with someone on the outside?

Yeah, well, I mean
these guys are faster

than the post office
getting info in and out.

Yeah, but you know, the
prison is designed with obstacles

to his communication.

Look, I can perform a
Vulnerability Analysis

on the prison systems...

Wait, I gotta call you back.

He's giving us Benny Wong.

The guy who ran
the Chinese gang?

Got human bone fragments.

Bullet hole in the cranium.

Lemme see that.

Don, we found the body right

where Fuñes said.

One shot to the skull.

Look at that.

Looks like Wong's jacket.

Right here, another
bullet hole in the chest.

I tapped Benny once in
the head, once in the chest.

He had on a...

black and red leather coat.

Tough guy, Benny,

Very, very bad taste
in clothing, though.

Uh...

I got four more for
you all, but I got one

that I know you're
really gonna like.

'Cause it's a big one.

What's this big one, Mr. Fuñes?

You remember that Congressman's

kid that went missing?

Randal Amato's son?

Yeah. I know where that boy is.

Are you,

are you telling me he's alive?

I'm telling you...

it's your move, Eppes.

It was ten years ago, Mafia,

they tried to buy off

freshman Congressman
Randal Amato...

He refused, they
attempted to persuade him

by taking his five-year-old son.

Yeah, yeah, I remember
that. They could never

prove murder, could
never find the boy's body.

Now, I, I would love to
hang this on Phil Berelli

where it belongs.

The guy's a shot caller.

Why, how's he get his
hands dirty with this?

Ten years ago he
was an up and comer,

and he bragged on a wiretap

about teaching Amato a lesson.

Yeah, and how
does Pony factor in?

That's what I need to find out.

I don't know, I got to tell you,

I got a bad feeling
about this guy.

Greetings,

gravity-bound Homo sapiens.

I am orbiting your
lovely blue planet

until the middle of
Earth Year 2007.

You may leave a message here
or simply call out to the heavens.

I will be listening.

Hey, Larry, uh,
so it's me again.

I saw you set foot
on terra firma, buddy.

So, if NASA's holding you
hostage, just give me a shout,

I'll come break you out...

Whatever you need.

Just call me, okay?

Call me, all right?

Hey. DON: Hey.

I want you to meet Al Brickle.

He's AUSA. This is
my brother, Charlie.

Oh, yeah and it's, it's Alvin.

Good to meet you, your
reputation proceeds you.

Oh, well...

So... So, I, I, uh...

I analyzed the
Secure Housing Unit

at the prison.

It's a hyper-secure system,

but... BRICKLE: Prisoners
have nothing to do

except sit around and think

about how to break it, right?

Right. Nice suit there,

Brickle.

Nice face.

It's like two opposing armies,

where one army tries to
get a spy past enemy lines.

Now, calculating the ratio
of points of vulnerability

versus resources required
to defend those points

determines probabilities
of penetration.

Now, my model indicates

that in this SHU there are fewer

than two percent of
prisoners that can sustain

illicit communications.

Now, that's three times less

than at your average
high-security prison.

98%, that's pretty good.

Maybe Pony's on the up and up.

However, there is one variable

that doesn't fit into my model.

Guards.

And lawyers.

That's the human factor.

Guards are squeaky
clean, though, and the

prison oversight
on the SHU guards

is much harsher than normal.

What's the deal
with Pony's lawyer?

No, he's been representing
himself for the last two years.

Which is why he's riding
the express train to execution.

Well, that means

with over 90% assurance

that he is not communicating
with the outside world.

So we transport him here

to meet his daughter... or not?

I don't care what he did;

he's my only father.

You'd better care what he did.

Let's just take it easy.

They're gonna kill him!

Do you know how
many people he killed?

Lucy!

Damn it.

I understand you don't want
your daughter to see him.

It's all she thinks about.

The execution's on
the news every day...

Lethal injection or not,
doctors present or not,

will the governor
stop it or not?

He's requested a firing
squad like Gary Gilmore.

We don't do that
in California, ma'am.

Agent Sinclair, the sooner my
ex-husband is gone, the better.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
that, I'm not like that.

It's just watching my
daughter go through this...

I can't even
imagine, Mrs. Fuñes.

Moreno.

I went back to my maiden
name when I divorced him.

Ms. Moreno,

has he been in touch
with you or Lucy, at all?

Through the mail...

uh, telephone, maybe some

old friends? No.

He doesn't know where we are.

Can you give this to him?

No,

Lucy, please.

Can you?

I really think that's
up to your mom.

Give him the photo,

but I won't allow her to be

in the same room with him.

Understood.

You won't regret this. Yeah.

Well, we'll see about that.

Good luck, Pony.

Nice knowing ya. All right.

You getting the firing squad?

Hell, nah,

the needle.

Hey, shut up, all right?

Why you leaving
with the Feds, Fuñes?

Decided to rat,

you wimp?!

No, I ain't no rat,

pinhead bastard.

He told you

to shut up, man.

I ain't no rat.

Oh, man.

Years.

I've spent years
in that hole, man.

Pony, shut your
mouth or I'm gonna put

a bag over your
head, you hear me?

♪ ♪

All teams, stand by...

prisoner has just arrived...

Okay, okay, all
right, boys. Hey...

This is a nice day.

Hey, hey, hey! Where's my son?

This is Congressman
Randal Amato. Listen.

I understand. I want to
know where my son is!

Sir, as soon

as I know something,

you'll be the first
person I tell, all right?

Director's Office okayed it.

Fuñes's ex-wife won't
let him see the kid.

Well, this just
keeps getting better

and better, doesn't it?

The kid gave this
for her dad, though.

All right, well,

just make sure he's all right.

Greetings, gravity-bound
Homo sapiens.

I am orbiting your
lovely blue planet

until the middle of
Earth Year 2007.

You may leave a
message here or...

Hey. DON: Hey.

Colby, you want
to deal with this?

So, what's up?

So, I may not be able
to read this guy's mind,

but I can offer you
the best strategy

in a confrontation like
this. All right, what is it?

Tit for tat.

Say what? Tit for tat...

It's the most winning
strategy in game theory

for the Prisoner's Dilemma.

It dominates in every tournament

against far more
complex methods.

Let's say,

you're in a race
climbing a mountain

against another climber.

You can't scale
the rock face alone,

but you do want to be the
first person to get to the top.

Your first move
should be cooperative,

then you mimic all
your opponent's actions.

So, if he aggresses,
you aggress;

if he cooperates, so do you.

So, if he attacks,

and, and then cooperates,

you're still supposed
to cooperate?

Yeah, it's, totally
counterintuitive,

but forgiveness is necessary

for the optimal result.

What do you mean forgiveness?

I mean people don't
often forgive betrayal,

but in Tit for Tat, if your
opponent cooperates again,

so do you.

That way, he learns
that he gets more

if he works with you.
Yeah, but, Charlie,

the guy's a sociopath;
I can't trust him.

Well, that's, that's
the beauty of it.

You don't have
to trust this guy.

Just mirror his actions.

He gave me a body,
I brought him here.

So based on what
you're saying, it's his turn?

That's right, so let's see

if he aggresses
or if he cooperates.

All right, I'll see
what happens.

How're you doing?
Everything all right?

Where's the congressman's son?

I gave you Benny
Wong on good faith.

Yeah, I took you out of
the SHU, so it's your turn.

So I lay you out another body,

do I get to see my kid?

Oh, that depends how
good your information is.

I can give you Jimmy Morales.

No, I want the kid.

I don't trust you, man.

The bottom line,
I don't trust you,

'cause you ain't
gave me nothing.

Give me your word.

All right, look, Pony,
here's the way it is.

You cooperate with me,

I promise you, I will
cooperate with you.

Okay.

You got to know I ain't
want to do that to that kid.

You know, Berelli just
didn't have the nerves to do it.

He was scaring the kid.

I could just see it was
going to be a big mess.

Yeah, so?

I walked the kid
down the hillside.

I was talking to him
about the Man in the Moon

and when he looked up,

I snapped his neck.

Yeah... he never felt a thing.

Where's this hillside?

My wife and I have imagined

the worst for ten years.

Nothing is worse
than not knowing.

Hey, guys.

This is not a child's body.

Oh, God.

Oh! Charlie!

Oh, shoot!

I'm sorry, are they
ruined? I don't know.

The smoke got in my
eyes. Are you all right?

Maybe we can save them.

No. It looks like
the Petrified Forest.

Yeah. God, I put them on

and then I got preoccupied
with a problem in the garage.

Where is Larry? So
much for the celebration.

Yeah, have you heard from him?

I guess he's still being
debriefed by NASA.

I don't know why he can't call.
- Hey.

Hi. Whoa, what's up?

Charlie was trying to barbecue,

so, uh... we're going
to have to order in now.

Thai food? I'll get the menus.

Don't even bother. Grab the gas.

Thanks. Barbecue ribs.

Not anymore.

Hey, are you sure about
all this Tit for Tat stuff?

Teams have spent
years trying to defeat it.

Even by cheating,
yet it still remains

the best way to achieve
optimal results for both parties.

You know, some theorists

believe it gives insight

to how groups of animals,
how groups of humans,

have come to live in
largely cooperative societies.

How about this? The guy lied
to us about where the kid was.

Right, so we find
another body in its place.

Now how do you factor that in,

aggression or
cooperation? Well, if he lied,

that's aggression, you
need to aggress on him.

Yeah, all right, well,
that I can do. Okay.

Is that all you came by for?

No, where's Larry?

He's not here
yet. All right, well,

I'm gonna have to come back
or I'll call you later, okay? Okay.

Okay, so we got three Chi..

Where's he going?

You lied!

I'm sending you
straight to San Quentin

and they're going to fill your
veins with potassium chloride.

You hear me? I did not lie...

Forget seeing your daughter!

I did not lie! Uh-huh.

I don't know what happened.
Maybe somebody moved the body.

Who? Berelli.

He's the only one
knew where the kid was.

We found a guy with gold
teeth, not a five-year-old.

Well, you've got
to dig deeper, man.

Give me your wrists.
You've got to... look, man.

Berelli could've stacked
the body on top of the kid.

Uh-huh. Ow!

It's a good dumping
ground. Dig deeper.

You make yourself comfortable.

Sinclair.

Did you ID him?

Yeah, we have a DNA match.

Yeah, who is it? Take a look.

That's, that's
Lorenzo Marcellus.

Yeah, Marcellus, he
was the West Coast boss

before Berelli, right?

That's how Berelli
made his bones,

by killing Marcellus
and taking his territory.

How is Pony connected?

Pony would do a
hit for the Girl Scouts

as long as they had enough
cookie money to pay him.

Berelli probably hired
Pony to grab the Amato kid.

All right, but what
about Marcellus?

Berelli did that one himself;

at least that's what
he said on tape.

I've got a wall of
RICO files just on him.

I cannot believe...

I'm going to
finally get this guy.

This is huge.

Yeah? Huge.

Morning.

Hey, anything?

Nope. Here, I got you.

All right, thanks.

We dug all night. Didn't
find any other body.

No evidence of reburying.

I just don't think the
Amato kid was ever there.

Well, you know the guy you
found was Lorenzo Marcellus.

I just don't get why he
lies about the kid, though.

Is it possible that
he's still alive?

Maybe he was hired to kill him
and couldn't go through with it?

Sent him away?

Yeah, if this were a movie.

I don't know, Fuñes
was a contract man,

strictly professional,
hired to hit the bad guys.

Maybe he just
couldn't do the kid.

Yeah, I don't know.

I have a court order

for Fuñes to take a polygraph.

Psst. Charles.

Hey!

Larry! Hey! Hey!

Careful, listen, I've
lost considerable

bone density in
space, so be careful.

Hey, why didn't you call? Amita
and I were going to come get you.

No, no, I had a most pleasant
bus ride from Edwards.

You took the bus? Yeah, well,

one can be silent
aboard the bus.

One can order
food, get directions,

make friends...

I'll tell you, you know,

language is in many
ways superfluous.

So how was it? How are you?

And how was... how
was your LISA work?

Were you able to collect
data on gravitational pulls?

I-I can understand if you
can't tell me, I won't press.

But Larry, man, you
were in outer space!

Looking out the
porthole, seeing...

I've always wondered
what... what a shooting star

looks like from out
there. Is it bigger?

Can you see the
burn from the back?

What is the-the
difference in perspective

on heavenly bodies
and phenomena?

Is it negligible, or is there
that sense of, uh, of, of...

Of awe.

"Of awe," right, yeah.

What is this?

Oh, this is an Aztec quipu.

"Quipu"?

Quipu, that's correct. Okay.

See, back in the glory
days of Tenochtitlan,

these knots represented
a code for commerce,

and the buying and
selling of jaguars

and parrots and yuca. Yuca.

Yes, ultimately it served a higher
purpose in concealing secrets

from the colonizing
Spaniards, but...

each braid, each knot...

Each one of these tells a story.

Well, where'd you get it?

NASA's so nosy.

This was all in the
pursuit of privacy.

You made that? Eh...

Wow! What does it signify?

Ah, now Charles,
would you read my diary?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Well, look, Amita
is dying to see you.

Millie wants to throw, like,
a school-wide party for you.

And I should tell you that
Megan... No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You know, I really just
wanted to say hello to you,

invite you to dinner.

I'm in really no frame of mind

for more complex social
interaction, not at the moment.

Yeah, okay. Sure, hey, cool.

Cool, where you staying?

Oh, I have a place at the beach.

Nice, hey, man...

Ah, man, I missed you.

I really... I really
missed you, man.

Why is this taking so long?

Well, Congressman,
you've got to understand

there's a process
involved and basically...

He just described the
location of another body.

All right, why don't you
send a team over, check it out.

Did he mention my son?

No, they're just
getting to that now, sir.

Can I see you for a second?

Yeah, sure, excuse me.

I walked the boy down the hill.

Uh, I was talking to him

about the Man in the Moon.

He looked up,

I snapped his neck.

You son of a bitch!

Hey! He was only five!

Congressman... He was only five!

Tell him... look, man...

The boy didn't feel no
pain. I calmed him down.

It was going to happen
with or without me.

Sir, you can't do
this. All right, sir?

Let's focus back here,
Mr. Fuñes. Sit down, please.

The boy's body was
not found where you said.

Were you lying about that?

No.

You gonna eat or you gonna play?

FBI, gentlemen.

Philip Berelli, you're
under arrest for the murder

of Lorenzo Marcellus.

Again?

Don't pull that chain unless
you want the whole dog.

I'll be out

in three hours. BRICKLE:
Not this time, Berelli.

I have Lorenzo,
gold-capped teeth and all.

What did he have to
do with the, uh, Amato

child's disappearance? You know,

we have a lot to
talk about, Phil.

Rat bastard Fuñes.

Couldn't keep his mouth
shut for four more days.

Guess he figured you can't
hurt him if he's going to be dead

by the middle of next week.

A lot can happen in a week.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Good morning.

Have you been
out here all night?

The sun rose every 90 minutes

on the Space Station, Charles.

I find nights to be

exquisitely consoling
back here on Earth.

You were going to wake me

before you were
ready to go, right?

I'm just...

I'm not ready
for this, Charles...

I'm not.

Not for any of it.

Larry...

Larry, this is crazy.

This is... This is nuts.

You're staying at our house.

Look, after months of
living in a metal capsule,

the thought of confined spaces

is simply intolerable to me.

God, I... I don't
know what's going on.

I feel like I'm in some
dream with the ghost Larry,

and I just want to wake
up and talk to the real guy.

Well, perceptive,
as always, Charles.

Well, what...

what's the matter, man?

You can talk to me. Come on.

Well, I suppose it's
all there in the quipu,

isn't it?

There.

That's my first telescope.

I was three years old.

President of the rocket club...

Fifth grade.

Docent at the planetarium...

Junior high.

Then way over here,

four months and 12 days

on the Space Station.

I entered my dream.

I experienced

transcendence, Charles, okay?

I... My being became
bigger than my body,

it became bigger
than my history.

You see?

And I am loathe to
become small again.

Are we all so bad down here?

The beauty and
fragility of life on Earth,

it takes my breath away.

So what's your problem?

That I will habituate

and lose the vision.

They need me at the FBI.

Come on.

Hey, spaceman,
welcome back to Earth.

Look at you, buddy.

Come here, give
us some love. Hey...

He just wants to
keep a low profile.

He was with me when you
called, so... Sounded urgent.

Yeah, I'm sorry.
Absolutely. Yeah.

Um, come on.

I got Don following an
Equivalent Retaliation protocol.

Oh, yeah, Tit for Tat, huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

Its inventor, Anatol
Rappaport, just passed away.

I read his obit online in space.

That's the guy.

And he passed his poly.

Polygraph is a blunt
instrument. Right.

Exactly. So...

Hey. How are you?

Can I see you for one second?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

What's up? Yeah, Fuñes.

Agitated, he wants
to see his daughter.

Nuh-uh, not until he gives us
that boy, no way. Right, right.

Listen, I was thinking
maybe I could take

another run at the ex-wife.

Yeah? If we have the girl,

we have more leverage.

All right, well, take David;

he's been there before.

All right, all right.

I thought you wanted
to see your kid.

You're damn right. I gave
you everything you asked for.

No, you faked out a
polygraph test, that's all you did.

You gave me your word.

Now, what more do
you want from me?

I want the truth.

I told you the truth!

Yeah, well, the
body wasn't there!

You lied to me!
I'm tired of this!

Guy's a liar, a con!

He should have his head cracked!

You're awfully emotional.

Yeah, you bet.

Look, you're in a
death spiral, all right?

That's what we call

a Grim Trigger Strategy.

Mm-hmm. All right, he
lied, you're never gonna

forgive him, that's
it, that's game over.

Yeah, fine, good, game over.

Can I tell you the best way

to get out of a negative spiral?

Tit for two Tats.

Are you kidding me?

No.

You cooperate twice in a row,

despite his defection, you
give him something he wants.

You're at a dead end, man.

You might as well
test the theory.

Yeah, all right.

Turn it over.

Thank you.

Where's that boy, Pony?

I told you all I know.

Brickle, this woman

does not want her daughter
in the same room with Fuñes.

Okay? She's made
that abundantly clear.

If it means he confesses more
murder, she may be persuaded.

I just want to talk to her.

What name's she using now?

Renee Moreno.

What are you looking at?

Got a red SUV,

he's been following
us for a few miles now.

You're kidding.

No.

You're not kidding.

It could be Berelli's men,

hoping we'll lead them
to the ex-wife's house.

We have agents guarding them.

Yeah, I'll call up ahead.

Hey, it's David Sinclair...

Are you serious?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

No, no, no, no, no.

Hey! Hey!

Hold on!

They're trying to kill us.

You okay? Yeah, go, go, go.

It's not working! Let's go!

We got to get out of
here! They got a gun!

Go, go, go, go! They got a gun!

Get down! Stay down! My phone!

We got to do something,

'cause the Congressman's
about to call a press conference,

and the Governor's
office is saying

turn up something concrete

or else hand over
Fuñes for execution.

All right, just give me
a minute, would you?

Look, I mean, I'm out of time.

It's so odd... he wants
his daughter back,

he seems to cooperate,
he's not trying to escape.

Screw it. You know, I'm sick of

trying to get in this
freak's head anyway.

Psychology is a step or two
behind neuroscience these days.

Meaning?

FMRI.

Functional Magnetic
Resonance Imaging.

Yeah, it's a brain scan.

Deception requires
more energy...

I.e. more blood to the
brain... Than truth telling,

which is a simpler task.

You can tell if he's lying?

The fMRI can detect

even partial truths.

Well, can we get one?

Oh, that could be challenging.

The magnet weighs over two tons.

I'm not sure

your elevators
could handle that.

One at Cal Sci's
kept in the basement.

I need to talk to you.

All right.

Set it up.

Run!

Move!

This way! Go!

Go!

Hey, all due respect, sir,

you are making this more
volatile than it has to be.

My wife is tortured
night and day

with thoughts of my son's death.

I understand. I will do anything

to give her peace. I
don't care if I make

a fool of myself, I
don't care if I make

the situation more
volatile. Sir, this is

our last chance to find out
what happened to your son!

Now, I can only move this
prisoner with FBI personnel.

If you insist on coming,
I'm gonna have to call it off!

Now, I will call you

as soon as I know anything,

all right?

You'll have to excuse
me for one second.

Hey.

We're ready to transport Fuñes.

You know where David is?

He's with Brickle,
talking to the ex-wife.

Get down!

You have your cell phone on you?

It's in my briefcase.

It's not here, it's
back in my briefcase.

You've been shot in
the arm; you're bleeding.

That feel any better?

Yeah, it's fine.

You know how to use a gun?

Point and click?

More or less. You
don't waste any shots.

We don't have a
lot of ammo, okay?

Take it.

This thing have a safety?

No. Great.

All right, come on, move.

That way. Go, go!

Quiet.

Stay down.

These guys are crazy.

They're coming after us now?

I've got all of
Berelli's RICO files.

He kills me, his case
gets postponed Shh!

For months while another
AUSA gets up to speed.

Meanwhile, his
lawyers get him out,

and he skips the country.

So if I give you
up, I can go home?

Just kidding. Let's go.

Come on.

This all seems familiar.

Larry, you've only been
gone four and a half months.

Larry?

Hi!

He's lost some
bone strength. Hi.

Just six percent.

Oh.

It's...

It's so wonderful to see you.

Thank you.

I set up the fMRI with Quartz.

Cool. Oh, I...

Good thing it's a
Saturday, or we couldn't

pull this caper off, huh?

Hey, uh, just...

I cleared the whole
building... Faculty, students...

For two hours, all right?

That should give us enough time

to explore this
convicted felon's neurons

and get him out, no?

Mm-hmm Yeah. Great.

Listen, would you mind
if we... Go this way...

Larry? Larry's here?

Larry!

Welcome back.

Millie.

Oh, so good to see you.

Oh!

Bones! Bones!

Bones?

Just some demineralization
of the skeleton,

due to microgravity.

Aw...

How are you, Mildred? I'm good.

And look at you; you look great.

We are so proud of you.

We are going to throw you
the party of your life, Mister.

Actually, I think I'd prefer
everyone just kind of

pretend I'm not here, which
is not altogether untrue.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's on us. We're
so proud of you.

Down, down.

Quiet.

Hey, be quiet!

Move!

Down, down!

No, this way!

Go!

Down!

Stay calm, Brickle, all right?

I will get you out
of here. All right.

Are you ready?

Ready for what?

Wh-What's the plan?

Gonna run and shoot.

That's all you have to do.

All right, let's go. Wait.

Hold on a second.

What?

All right, let's go. Go!

David's still not
answering up on his radio.

30 minutes.

Find him.

Ready.

Look, Pony,

I want you to describe
to me where you were.

On a hill off

Highway 126, near Castaic.

Truthful.

Hmm.

Walking down the hill.

Could see the moon out.

It looked pretty good.

Truthful.

What day did the boy go missing?

January 13, uh,

'97.

Then what happened?

I talked to the boy about
the Man in the Moon.

When he looked up,

I broke his neck.

Truthful.

But, you know, he never felt it.

Never felt a thing. He...

He-he wasn't scared.

January 13, 1997...

was a new moon,

meaning there was no moon.

Rain all throughout L.A. County.

His brain activity shows
no signs of deception.

That's only possible if

there's some sort
of... Confabulation.

He's constructed a memory

that he believes is real.

He's fooling the
machines because

he's fooling himself.

May I?

Yeah. Just, uh, hit this button.

Mr. Fuñes,

it was raining the night
Randy Amato was killed.

And there was no moon.

What-what...?

What are you saying?

I'm out. Point

and shoot! Point and shoot!

Hey, get up. Listen!

I need to get you
out of here. Let's go.

We have to get to a phone.

There's no phone,
there's no help.

We need another plan.

It wasn't raining. How-how...

How can that be?

Only one body was
found on that hill.

Yeah.

Lorenzo Marcellus was
killed in the summer of '94.

And on a dry, moonlit
night, no doubt.

He's constructing his
memory based on partial truths.

Pony, did you kill Lorenzo
Marcellus on that hill?

No.

That was Berelli.

Me and Berelli set up Marcellus.

Berelli had Marcellus thinking
they were there to kill me.

Berelli said, uh,
"Look up at the moon."

I looked up,
Marcellus looked up.

Then Berelli shot him.

Never saw it coming.

Where's the boy, Pony?

It was raining.
There was no moon.

Uh...

Look, no.

Hey, uh, I got to
get out of here.

You got to get me out
of this thing. I gotta...

Calm down! No! I got
to get out of this thing.

Right now, I don't like... You gotta
get me... He's moving his head.

We have to release him.

I'm gonna break this,
break this damn thing!

Get me out of here!

Let me out... All
right, all right, all right.

Relax!

I'm going to break it.

Just calm down. You remember
what happened, don't you?

Huh?

The kid was so scared.

That kid was so scared, he
was freaking out, and, uh...

I mean, he peed his pants,
and I couldn't do it, man.

I could not kill that kid,
I couldn't do it. Uh-huh.

Berelli laughed at
me, and he shot him.

Where's the body?

I don't know. I don't know
where the body... I don't know.

Yeah, you do, Pony.
Where's that body?!

It was muddy.

Mud was everywhere.

It-it was raining.

Berelli... shot the kid...

and stuck him in a drainpipe.

He stuck him in a drainpipe.

Okay, wait just...

No, you can't keep
going. Just stop,

okay?

You're hurt. You're
losing too much blood.

Stay still. Just stop
moving for a second.

I got to stop the bleeding.

Make a run for it. Find a phone.

I'm going to get help.

I'm going to come back, okay?

And you're going to be fine.

Toss it! Toss it!

It's in your best interest.

You don't know how much I
want to shoot you right now.

Put it on the ground!

I was running out
of things to say.

Grab his weapon.

Go on. All right.

Hands on your head.

Right now.

No one will ever,

ever believe this.

Hi.

I'm Don Eppes with the FBI.

Did they move him
to San Quentin?

Uh, in a few hours.

Mom, please let me see him.

Listen, I, um...

I thought you should know that

he did something
today for someone else,

and, you know, despite who he is

and what he's done, it
was really a decent thing.

And he-he did it
for your daughter.

Hey, Granger, man,

next time I don't answer
my phone, do me a favor.

Just call the cavalry.

Yeah? What if you're
having sex, huh?

Yeah, point taken. Yeah.

Brickle, so, you're kind of
the hero, huh? How's that feel?

Phew! I'm never
leaving my office again.

That's for sure.

Unless you're with me.

♪ Gravity ♪

I go in there?

You have about a half an hour.

You all right?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

♪ And gravity ♪

Hi.

Hi.

♪ Oh, I'll never know ♪

♪ What makes this man ♪

♪ With all the love ♪

Um...

I'm Lucy.

Pony.

Pretty.

Thank you.

♪ Whoa, whoa, gravity ♪

Sorry.

It's o... It's okay.

♪ And gravity ♪

♪ Wants to bring me down ♪

♪ Oh, twice as much ♪

♪ Ain't twice as good ♪

♪ And can't sustain ♪

♪ Like one half could ♪

♪ It's wanting more ♪

♪ That's gonna send
me to my knees... ♪

So, why did Fuñes
confess to killing the boy

when he didn't do it?

He couldn't tolerate the
thought of what really happened,

so he created a false memory.

But wasn't that
false memory worse?

Well, but not for the boy.

You know, Pony comforted himself

with the delusion that

he was providing the
child a better death.

Now, granted, that better death

took place all in
his own mind, but...

♪ Than his heart can stand ♪

Hey, Larry,

it's good to see you back.

Oh, thank you.

No, I'm delighted
to see you both,

truly I am, more than I can say,

and I thank you

for indulging my apprehension
of walls and ceilings by

dining al fresco like this.

Well, you're going to
have to get over that, Larry.

You have to find a place

to sleep, don't you?

Well, you know, I
was rather hoping

for a spot over near
the koi pond tonight.

I think I have a better idea.

Oh, Charles, I'm moved.

Yeah, you know, get
you a reading light.

Maybe a little computer table.

How about that?

Well, you know, I should
mention, starting tomorrow,

I do have a place to stay.

Really? Where?

Well, I have secured a small

but rather spiritually
spacious cell

at a monastery in Altadena.

You're becoming a monk?

No, no, nothing
so dramatic as that.

No. The monastery
allows the public

to go on retreats there,

and I just thought I
needed some time to...

Transition for reentry.

That's it. Well, you know
something, Charles?

All my life, I have looked to
the cosmological for meaning,

and that outward
focus... it's given

me quite a ride, but I just...
now, I-I feel the need to...

explore the universe
of a single mind.

My own.

Well, Altadena's
only, what, a...

a ten-minute drive from Cal Sci.

Well, or a 20-minute walk.

Of course, no cars.

No 1931 Ford Roadster,

but I would like to
know what it's like

to live without obsessions.

White food?

Oh, that would be difficult.

But, yes.

You know, I might
well include greens.

♪ Just keep me
where the light is... ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Come on, keep
me where the light is ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Come on, keep me where... ♪