Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 3, Episode 9 - Waste Not - full transcript

♪ ♪

♪ My, my ♪

♪ Just look what you've done ♪

♪ My God ♪

♪ Something that
you can't defend ♪

♪ I'll never be the same again ♪

(kids laughing)

♪ And I don't know why ♪

♪ I don't know why ♪

(whistling)

You've got to
finish this weekend.



Don't worry.

The kids will have a new
playground by Monday morning.

All right, kids.

He'll be here all day

with that backhoe.

Now you can watch for
a while, but stay back.

That's not a backhoe,
that's a skid loader.

(drilling)

A backhoe's bigger.

Thank you, Malik. Welcome!

Trudy! Make sure they stay

behind the fence. I got 'em,

Mrs. Bell. All right,
come on, guys.

You can watch them over here.



(drilling continues)

Well, change is good.
CHARLIE: Not always.

Let me rephrase.
Change is inevitable

and those who adapt most quickly

are most likely to survive.

Yeah, well, you
already have tenure.

It's not an issue for
you like it is for some.

LARRY: Has our new
division chair, Mildred,

said anything to you?

We can protect you.

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen,

esteemed colleagues and friends.

We celebrate the appointment

of Dr. Mildred Finch

to the Physics-Math-Astronomy
Division Chair...

I just want you
to know I'm willing

to go to bat for
you with Dr. Finch.

Oh, thanks, Charlie.

Means that she
speaks your languages.

All of them.

I give you...

Dr. Mildred Finch.

(applause)

Thank you. Thank you.

I am delighted to be
back home with you all.

If she has any sense,

she'll make you tenure-track.

Well, she already has.

Already?

Tenure?

With a higher salary.

And we will attract
young, brilliant minds.

We're going to reinvigorate

this division, hmm? (applause)

Now, one of the

advantages of having worked here

for so long, is that

I know where all the bodies
are buried, so careful...

(laughter, scattered applause)

That was rather pugnacious.

Oh... change is good.

Where did Dr. Fleinhardt get to?

Oh, he recalled
an obligation. Oh!

Congratulations. Honestly.

Do you know how
wonderful it is to have a Chair

conversant in math, physics

and cosmology? I
mean... Well, I intend

to encourage a
more collaborative

spirit among the departments.

You know what,
I like that. I do.

MILDRED: Yeah, and
collaboration takes time,

Charlie, your time.

Of course. Dr. Ramanujan,

have you considered my offer?

I have, and... I would
love to work with you

on your research. Excellent.

And you will serve on
the Curriculum Committee.

Okay.

(stammers)

Well... hello. Oh, hey.

Hi. Hey. Sorry.

This is Dr. Mildred Finch.

She's our new Chair.
This is my father, Alan.

Millie. Hi. Millie.

Nice to meet you,
Alan. You, too.

AMITA: Dr. Finch just

returned from an 18-month
sabbatical in Antarctica.

Really, Antarctica? Yeah.

Oh, what were you
studying, penguins or ice?

Actually I insinuated
myself into a minor

position on AMANDA, the
giant neutrino telescope.

Ah! Yeah,

an engineering job I was
completely ill-suited for.

My father's an engineer.

I adjusted a dial
three times a week.

I mainly just went
to think in peace.

Oh. So how did
that work out for you?

I came back with a strong sense

of what's important
and what's not.

Which is... what?

Not wasting time.

(thuds, drills)

Okay, a few more minutes

and then snack time.
We want to stay outside.

Malik, don't you
want some cookies?

(thuds)

(cracking)

(cracking)

(loud rumbling)

(children screaming)

(children wailing)

Hey!

Help...

Help me!

Okay.

(coughing)

Get it.

(screams, thuds) Trudy!

(children shouting)

(coughing)

GIRL: Mrs. Perez? Mrs. Perez?

(indistinct radio transmission)

(siren blaring)

REPORTER: Three children
have been pulled from the sinkhole.

Two remain trapped.

The rescued kids and
their caretaker, Trudy Perez,

are en route to County Hospital.

We're awaiting word on their
condition. We'll continue...

Why are we called in on this?

Apparently the DOJ
has been investigating

Kentwell Construction
for two years...

Bribery, wire fraud, kickbacks,

payoffs to cover
half-assed work.

DON: Hey. The
company has offices

all across the Western
states. Big bucks.

You guys all remember

AUSA Howard Meeks, right?

Hey. Kentwell Construction

built this school?
The playground.

Ten years ago. My fraud
case has languished.

Hard to prove, hard to get
anybody excited about it.

Unfortunately, now...

We have victims? And publicity.

We want the FBI to take over

the field investigation.
I've talked to

the local DA about holding off

on any potential homicide
charges till we take

a shot at these guys.

Did one of the kids die?

The older lady,

Trudy Perez, is not
expected to make it.

So what's the plan?
DON: Well, as soon

as the kids are out,
we're gonna go in.

Let's start with
seeing if we can find

any negligence
on Kentwell's part.

There is. DON: And
what about that guy

tearing up the place
with a back hoe?

Local parent doing a good deed.

It's not his fault. This
has Kentwell's fingerprints

all over it. You really
don't like these guys.

Yeah, money keeps
them above the law,

and it pisses me off.

I want them in prison,
not just paying a fine.

I'll start working on finding a
construction specialist. DON: Actually,

my father might be
able to help you with that.

We should see if
we can find out how

these guys got the
contract to begin with.

Yeah, they had to deal
with someone at the school.

It was a favor, man.

You volunteered to repave
the playground off the books.

The pavement was cracked.

Kids can't play ball on that.

You were digging
up the old surface.

And bam. I've gotta
call the parents.

Riva! What in the
hell were you thinking?

You can't order work
without school board approval.

I have begged
for help for years.

I am holding you personally
responsible for this travesty.

School Superintendent
Daria Samson.

The old lady died.

Trudy?

(indistinct radio transmission)

(siren wailing)

(mechanical whirring)

This isn't asphalt.

It's too brittle.

It's shattered
like a windshield.

I have no idea what this is.

Hey! Did they get
the children out?

MEGAN: Um, the
last two boys were

inside the structure
when it went down,

so they're buried,

and the structure's
really unstable, so

it's moving kind of slowly.

ALAN: Were they
able to talk to the kids?

One, but he's getting weak.

Alan, we need to know if this
sinkhole could occur naturally,

or if it's from
faulty construction.

Well, sinkholes are
rare in California.

It's the wrong geology.

Really?

ALAN: The chances
are that this was triggered

by altering the
underground water flow.

Listen, I can model
groundwater flow

using soil samples,
and geological maps.

Okay, tell me what you need.

Well, first off,
construction blueprints.

We got one!

MAN: They're bringing one up!

All right, go ahead!
Pull him up slow.

Hey, are those the parents?

MEGAN: Uh...

would you excuse
me for a second?

You got 'em? Uh...

one.

Oh!

So far.

PARENT: That's good for them.

Oh! Thank you.

What's your son's name?

Malik.

Malik.

MEEKS: Damage
control has arrived.

What? Kentwell?

Their attorney, Reed Parkman.

Been legally obstructing my case

from every direction
for two years.

Very inventive guy.

How you doing
there, Mr... Parkman?

How are you?

So I'm gonna need
a copy of blueprints

from that playground.

All right? I need, uh...

geology reports...
environmental...

the whole works.

I've got a subpoena.

No problem.

If Kentwell has any
culpability, they'll make it right.

Like they've done in the past,

good citizens that they are.

Did they rescue
the last boy yet?

Actually, they think
he's unconscious,

so they haven't
been able to find him.

Are those parents
from the school?

I'd like to talk to them.

No contact with the families.

You're not gonna buy them off.

Wouldn't dream of it.

My clients want to express
their concern and support.

What, no one from
Kentwell's coming down here?

They've instructed
me to cooperate fully.

I bet.

I've got very
sympathetic victims

for a jury this time, Reed.

I'm going to want a
copy of that report ASAP.

All right.

Fair enough.

LARRY: The magical
element of water

penetrates the impenetrable
like a sleeping mind

dreams the solution
to a problem.

Can you hand me that map?

You know, water not
only moves around rock,

it actually flows
right through it.

Nature has so much to teach us.

You know, it's possible

that the construction company

caused a slow
drainage of the aquifer,

that then created an
underground cavern

which became the sinkhole.

Or water eroded limestone
over a thousand years

and this was the day, the hour,

the very minute of catastrophic
failure fated for eons.

I like that.

MILDRED: Larry, I've
been looking for you.

Oh, yeah? Actually, I
was just on my way out to...

To...? To, um...

just office hours.

On Saturday?

You know, we have been trying

to send you an invitation

for my reception and we
were flummoxed to discover

we have no home address for you.

LARRY: I think just e-mail

is-is best. Yeah, all right,
you know what, Larry?

Where you live,
that's up to you.

That is your business
and I respect your privacy.

Good, because privacy
is important to me.

Unless...

you're living in
the steam tunnels.

You know, we used
the steam tunnels

to play Dungeons and Dragons
when I was an undergrad,

Oh, yeah? Yeah. But
it seems that someone

has set up house down there.

Which is no good.

It's a liability.

So I'm going to seal
the steam tunnels, Larry.

I see. Good.

Okay, have a very good weekend.

You, too, sir.

He's living in the
steam tunnels?

I didn't say that.

But maybe you should check
and make sure he's okay.

Yeah, of course.

He was kind of staying with us,

but I think he felt
like he was a burden.

Groundwater flow?

Not high-end math.

A case for my brother.
You know what?

We're going to have to
tighten up in that area, as well.

Tighten up?

Yes.

Teamwork, Charles. All right?

I need you to take
more responsibility

here in this department,
and spend less of your time

on your forensics
pursuits, clear?

Mildred...

You will chair the PhD
Admissions Committee.

Congratulations.

I don't have time for that. No.

Not a request, my friend.

(indistinct radio transmission)

MAN: That close enough?

Mr. Shabaz, it won't be long.

They think they can
get him out pretty soon.

Okay.

Um, is there anyone else that
you'd like me to call for you?

Maybe someone that can
meet you at the hospital?

My wife's flying in from a
business trip to Chicago.

You have the whole city
pulling for Malik right now.

Well, if we make it through
this, I'm getting him out of here.

Out of Los Angeles?

Out of the neighborhood.

You guys show up
for a big disaster,

but tomorrow we're
on our own again.

We got classrooms with no books,

teachers have to provide

toilet paper and pencils.

Kids get sick with
mental illness,

birth defects, cancer.

Malik has a growth on his spine.

Now the doctor's
telling me not to worry,

but children shouldn't
have tumors on their spines

or get trapped in
20-foot hellholes.

MAN: Coming up. We got him.

Get him out!

What is going on in this place?

MAN: They got Malik.

CHARLIE: Listen, Kentwell
Construction is trying to snow you guys

with these meaningless
blueprints and reports. All right.

So there's got to be a smoking
gun in here somewhere.

Look, we got some new files.

Something one of the dads
said is really bugging me

about a lot of sick kids.

How are those little boys doing?

MEGAN: Serious condition,

but the prognosis is
good for both of them.

You know, I cannot figure
out this paving material.

I read something about that. Okay, I have
two cases of leukemia at the school now,

and three cases in children
who attended in the past.

Charlie, what are the
odds of this many cancers

in a small school?

Meg, do me a favor. Just...

I need you on these
new boxes please.

You guys are going to
make me get up, aren't you?

MEGAN: This is
a lot of leukemia.

You're talking about cancer
clusters... statistically rare.

More likely, this is a case

of Texas sharp shooting.

All right. Say
there's a guy who's

never held a gun before

and he aims at the side
of a barn and he shoots.

And when he's done,
he draws a circle

around the closest shots,

ignores the others and
he declares himself...

A Texas sharpshooter. Right.
And cancer clusters are just like that.

People over-interpret the
evidence. DON: Yeah, here we go.

The stuff they paved with is

called "composite."
It's patented.

It's patented? Yeah. May I?

It's actually made
from recycled materials.

Huh.

Here.

CHARLIE: TCE's, heavy metals,

Perchlorates.

LARRY: Oh, my heavens.

What?

That is toxic waste.

No.

Is that legal?

Put it down.

CHARLIE: Well,
the patented process

supposedly makes it inert.

But it's new, so...
DON: Hold on.

You're saying this stuff
is actually breaking down?

LARRY: Eroding substrate,

creating a sinkhole.

MEGAN: Causing cancer.

So much for the
Texas sharpshooter.

DAVID: You signed every contract
between Kentwell Construction

and the School Board.

I sign a lot of contracts.

Ms. Samson, were
you aware the stuff

they use for the
pavement is based from

toxic waste? MEEKS: Toxic waste?

We had EPA
clearance, it's harmless.

You knew about it?

It's irrelevant.

DAVID: Is it also
irrelevant that you

lease a vacation
home from Kentwell

on Catalina Island

for a few hundred
dollars a year?

I came in here to help.

If you're accusing
me of something,

speak to my attorney.

Wait, wait, hold on.

How long have you
had an attorney?

Is it Reed Parkman? Same
as Kentwell Construction?

DAVID: When we
connect you to this,

you'll be on the hook
for Trudy Perez's death

and the injury
to those children.

(indistinct voices)

MEGAN: How is Malik doing?

His surgery went well.

He won't be awake
for another few hours.

My wife is with him.

Um, all these parents
have sick kids?

This school has lots of
neurological disorders

as well as cancers.

Learning disabilities,
behavioral problems.

It's all documented.

This related to the
playground caving in?

All the kids who fell in have
rashes. What's going on?

We don't know,

but that's why I asked you

to bring all these folks here.

Hey, everyone.

Thank you for coming.

CHARLIE: You seen Larry?

No, not this weekend.

Hey.

Do you want to have
dinner with me tonight?

MILDRED: Excuse me...

Dr. Ramanujan.

Are you Dr. Eppes'
personal assistant?

At his beck and call

24/seven, as they say?

What?

Nice.

That's not fair.

I see that you've been
on the supercomputer

for... well, a while now,

so I have to
de-prioritize your job.

Is this an FBI case?

We're working with odds ratios.

You know what?
It's all right, Amita.

Yes, it is an FBI case.

We're analyzing childhood
cancers, birth defects

and neurological deficits

related to a potentially
toxic material.

So... MILDRED: I see.

Well, it is now low
priority on the server.

Dr. Finch, the supercomputer

is the only way to analyze

large data sets quickly
for proper comparison.

I have sympathy for
the families, Charlie, I do.

I nursed my father through
cancer, I don't take it lightly.

But I'm also aware
that the person

who could discover
the cure for cancer

may be one of our students

who would benefit greatly
from the use of this computer,

not to mention the attentions

of Professors Eppes
and Ramanujan.

CHARLIE: Not one student

has suffered from our
work at the FBI. Not one.

To the contrary...

There are many
ways to contribute

to improving the world, Charlie.

CHARLIE: Excuse me.

We'll take this
up again, Mildred.

Millie.

I don't appreciate
being disrespected,

especially in front
of a colleague.

Then you might want to
behave more like a colleague.

I beg your pardon?

Well, you're dating
your thesis professor.

You dress like a kid.

Sorry, I didn't realize
there was a dress code.

Amita, you have the
most promising career

of any of the faculty hires.

I just want you to
have the major career

that you are capable of.

I appreciate that.

So, you have to redefine
yourself as a professor,

not a grad student.

An individual,

not some appendage
of Charlie Eppes.

Okay, well, thanks
for clearing that up.

Which means taking your
own research more seriously

than you take his.

MEGAN: Uh, what year did

your granddaughter
start at Matheson?

Katie was in kindergarten
during construction, 1994.

She was always on the swings,

loved tumbling,

said she was going
to the Olympics.

My wife noticed the tumor
at a gymnastics tournament.

Neuroblastoma.

MEGAN: And what
year was she diagnosed?

'99.

I'm not sure if it was the chemo
that killed her or the cancer.

Miss Reeves, who did this?

What's going on here?

I don't know, Mr. Bowden,
but I'm going to try and find out.

All right, what do you got?

Matheson Elementary has
a substantial elevation of

cancer and
neurological deficit rates

compared to the
national average.

Right. And?

The normal background rate

is, like, one incident,
of let's say leukemia,

in every 10,000 kids.

Matheson has seven
times that frequency.

Sounds like a cluster,

Yeah.

This is a statistical map

of pediatric toxicology
in L.A. County.

Each dot represents
one sick child.

Blue is for AML...

Acute Myelogenous Leukemia.

Red are for
neurological disorders.

Green are birth defects.

To me this is a much bigger
problem than Kentwell, right?

It would seem that way,
but take a look at this.

These are schools in L.A. County

with playgrounds
paved by Kentwell.

No way.

Don, we don't have one,

we have 17

cancer clusters.

(sighs)

MEGAN: So has Charlie
been able to find a link

between the paving
materials and the cancer?

It's circumstantial. The
stuff seems harmless.

Yeah, but everywhere it shows
up, there's a cancer cluster.

You don't think Kentwell's
manufacturing it, do you?

No, their parent company,

Desert Shale...
who's paid to receive

toxic waste from 48 states.

DON: They don't do
what they're supposed to.

They don't dispose of
it. Which is expensive,

so Desert Shale
melts it into aggregate.

And then sells it to
their own company,

who sells it to schools.

Jackasses.

They're making money
coming and going.

It's a brilliant scheme.

I knew about the fraud,

but not the potential
environmental crimes.

And you said this
is all over the West?

Well, if that's true, Howard,
this case just got huge.

Oh, yeah. These people will not

want to go in front of a jury.

They'll want to deal, but...

Right, you want to lock them up.

So do I. We have
to do this right, Don.

All right, well, let's
be smart about it.

Ooh!

I thought you were Mildred.

Where have you
been? I have a life.

That's where I've been. A
life I'm clearly unaware of.

Where have you
been staying? Oh, no.

Seriously...

Seriously, I thought
you've been staying

with Megan these last few weeks.

We have decidedly
not gotten that structured

in the expansion
of our complexity.

Do you need something?

I've got a class
in five minutes.

Are you sleeping in
the steam tunnels?

Only as a fallback.

A fallback to what?

Larry, why don't you just
come stay over our place?

You know you're welcome.

I thank you, sincerely.

You and your father,
your generosity,

it's gone beyond what
any friend could expect.

Yes, I'm so generous.
Look, just come over.

Come over. Stay with us.

I can't afford the distraction.

The distraction of what?
Distraction of a place to live?

Of sharing a bathtub.

Bathtub?

Yes.

See, if I'm so much
as around a bathtub,

I can't seem to stay out of it.

Which is no
problem if I'm alone.

But you have one
bathtub; it just doesn't work.

So you've been sleeping
in the steam tunnels.

Well, one copes as one does.

Have to accept
our funny little ways.

Where will you go when Mildred
seals those steam tunnels?

The Arroyo Parkway Suites.

What?

(sighs)

I could use your help later.

All right, you bet.

We've taken every
precaution to protect anyone

who comes in contact
with the aggrega...

We've got 17 cancer
clusters saying your...

That's Kentwell
Construction's liability.

MEEKS: It's one company.

I'll pierce that
corporate veil so fast...

We prove you knew
this material was toxic

and you used it anyway,
you're going to prison.

The product is inert.

We've established that
through repeated testing.

We have an EPA
Compliance Officer

who knows every
inch of the business.

Call him. DON: Let me guess...

He's got a vacation
house in Catalina?

I'm sending a new EPA Officer.

Desert Shale is a
legitimate business.

No one wants to
deal with this kind

of chemical garbage, but
this company has made

a good faith effort

to recycle industrial
waste, and to do so

within every rule and
regulation on the books.

And yet we have this problem.

What we don't know
about the aggregate

is how it breaks down

over time. Uh...

We'll work with the government
to get to the bottom of this.

If I have to liquidate
Kentwell to pay for it, I will.

Let's just take this
one step at a time.

I got kids and grandkids.

I'm not leaving them a
company with this legacy.

We'll straighten out the
problem with the aggregate.

Meanwhile, let's
compensate the families

and repave every
site with asphalt.

So, Mildred wants me to chair
the PhD Admissions Committee.

She didn't ask me to do
it, she just announced it,

and I won't do it.

She's a trifle
pushy, our Mildred.

I really don't appreciate

her trying to throw
you out, you know?

I mean, I agree.

I don't think you should
sleep in the steam tunnels,

but that is your choice.
That's not her choice.

Have you made your reservation

at the Arroyo Parkway Suites?

Charles, I have to say...

I don't think this
material is active.

This rock is 12 years old.

It's still completely inert.

You would have to eat a
pound a day of this to become ill.

Yeah. Well, then, if the
aggregate is not causing kids

to get sick, what is?

The recycling process...
It seems sound.

They heat waste
chemicals to 3,000 degrees,

they cool the slag,

they test it for toxicity.

If any remains,
they process again.

And how much evaporates?

They capture the evaporate.

Very little escapes.

Well, then, the amount
of waste that they take in

should roughly match the
amount of aggregate that

they put out. That's correct.

It doesn't.

Here. Check it
out. I've developed

a set of inequalities that

indicate with high
confidence that Desert Shale

has taken in over

154,000 tons of waste
over the last ten years.

The aggregate that
they produce is...

I mean, they're missing

nearly 80,000 tons

of toxic waste. So what

caused the sinkhole?

I mean, the acid didn't just
seep into the groundwater

from the aggregate.

Right.

Right what? Desert Shale...

It's missing 80,000 tons
of acidic chemical sludge.

Where is it?

Oh, they wouldn't.

Don?

(indistinct radio transmission)

CHARLIE: Hey. So we found

benzene residue in the sinkhole.

Now, that is probably

what killed the elderly lady,
and probably what caused

the children's rashes.

DAVID: This is benzene
from the aggregate?

No. From acidic sludge
in the groundwater.

ALAN: Well, if it wasn't from
the aggregate, where the hell

did the acid come
from? Well, we think

that Desert Shale buried
toxic waste in the ground,

and then it seeped into
the water table, Dad.

They're dumping toxic
waste at elementary schools?

LARRY: Okay,
Charlie, time to clear

the area.

Okay. Fire in the hole!

MAN: Copy that. Fire in the
hole. All personnel out of...

Three, two, one!

MAN: All clear.

Seismic imaging, huh?

Yeah. Locating the
source of the acid.

What are you saying
happened here, man?

Well, the acid effect
was like Swiss cheese.

Bacteria devour lactic acid,
giving off carbon dioxide,

which cannot escape,
producing bubbles in the cheese.

Now, here, acid in
groundwater ate into the rock,

creating pockets of
gas which became

the sinkhole when the
surface was breached.

So what about the explosion?

ALAN: Seismic imaging.

It's the same as in oil fields.

Gives them a picture
of what's underground.

That's right. We send
controlled vibrations

to the ground to receivers.

It's sonar, like a bat?

Like thousands
of bats all sending

their information
back to the computers.

We get a precise map of
the geology, plus it pinpoints

anomalies just like these.

Okay. J-28/AE-87.

Initiating over
here. Right there.

Okay. Yeah. Three feet down.

If you and Charlie are right...

David, we're not
just guessing here.

We've got three dozen
barrels down there.

MAN: Yeah, we
got something here.

Yeah, I got a couple barrels.

I can't believe this.

Dad, why don't you
get away from there?

I see iron ore.

Rust.

MAN: Yeah, there's
stuff that's nasty.

It's definitely hot.

Dad, come on. Come on.

Those cold-blooded bastards.

Those are barrels of poison
they buried down there.

The I.D. numbers were
sanded off the barrels.

I can't prove they
came from Desert Shale.

We're testing for a
match with the aggregate.

Resnick knew about the barrels,

which is why he offered
to repave every site.

Yeah, so it makes it look
like he's doing the right thing.

MEGAN: 57 kids in your

school district have
leukemia. How in God's

name do you rationalize
something like that?

They told me it was
harmless, and I believed them.

I didn't know. DAVID: You knew.

I didn't know what
was in the barrels...

What it would do.
Please, I would never...

Do you know that
grandmother was an asthmatic?

She died from inhaling benzene.

That's a death that
we can link to you.

I can't go to prison!

You should be forced to inhale

that crap.

(sighs) Oh, God...

Can we make a deal?

Depends on what you have to say.

Boyd Resnick paid for
my school board campaign.

He put me in office so that
I would give them contracts.

She's a drunk.
She's not credible.

This is your client.

We're talking about your client.

And, as for the barrels,

by law, the school district

is responsible for any
contamination of its grounds.

Unless it can be tied
specifically to Desert Shale,

you've got nothing.

I thought you were representing
Kentwell Construction.

My firm represents
both companies.

Come on. Who you think
you're talking to here?

It's one company.

You better get your own lawyer.

We're looking at you
as a coconspirator.

When will you depose her?

You seem a little
rattled, Counselor.

You better get
your game face on.

They'll try to pay Samson off,
send her to Aruba or someplace.

You think they'd
try to whack her?

These guys don't like
to get their hands dirty.

They'll do it with money if
they can, but she's the link

between Resnick and the barrels.

All right. So I better get her
into protective custody, huh?

Kac-Moody Algebras.

It's nice to see you
in teacher mode.

Mildred.

We need to talk. Millie.

And same here, mister.
I did not like the way

that you walked out
on our last encounter.

Rude. It was urgent, or
else I wouldn't have taken off.

Look, honestly, I don't
think it's right for you to...

Sure. Okay. So here's the rule:

No canceling class
for FBI consulting.

And, if you use

the super computer,
they have to pay for it.

I've adhered to those
standards all along.

Yeah? Yeah. Great.

Wonderful. We're good, then.

Shouldn't you
apologize? For what?

For harassing me
inappropriately.

That's not harassment.

Harassment is what
you're in store for

if you give me any more trouble
about your PhD committee.

I don't have time
for that. I told you.

You know what? You're gonna make

time, and you're gonna be great.

We need you. We need
a young professor there

to attract the best students,

and understand their issues.

Come on, face it... as far as

math professors go, you
are the Sean Connery.

Double-O Seven?

Think about it... handsome,
suave, you solve crimes. Hmm?

Come on. Pierce
Brosnan, Roger Moore

are little girls
compared to Connery.

With the exception
of Timothy Dalton,

who had a little
something going on,

it's been a downhill slide
since George Lazenby,

so believe me, you want to be

the Sean Connery of
the math department.

First meeting, my office. What?

Good. You know, you...

You speak of collaboration.

I must tell you that this
feels more like tyranny.

Yeah. Well, you say potato.

You know what?

We should get some
publicity from your FBI thing.

We'll figure out a
way to leverage it

for fund-raising. Dr. Finch...

Good idea? Mildred...

Good. Mil...

Have a good class. Millie!

Hi, handsome.

Hey. What are you

doing here? Ah!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is it Wednesday already?

Did I miss our
lunch? Forgive me.

It's Monday.

Oh. All right.

Okay, I'll see you later.

Hey, I just wanted to
have a conversation.

Oh! No lunch, no dinner.

Is this the use
of the wild card?

I think I should get
to use the wild card

for something wild, okay?

Okay.

I was thinking you should
come and stay with me.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no,
no, no! My God, no.

That would just be untenable.

Charlie told me you
were staying in a hotel.

I have an extra room.

No. That would
be a serious breach

of the protocol that
we've so carefully

and thoughtfully
established, and... What?

Oh, that's just my... my floss.

No, no. I think that would

mark the end before
we've even really begun.

I'm not going to be there.

Oh... I have to go stay

with a witness for
a couple of days.

You can use the space
and sort out your life.

It's just a friendly offer
with no strings attached.

Have you a bathtub?

Why?

DON: So, any luck?

Not yet.

When we get the specific
chemical makeup of each barrel

will we be able to trace it
back to a company of origin?

Is there the chemical
equivalent of a fingerprint?

We're going through garbage.

We'll be lucky to figure out

which industry each
barrel came from.

All right, let us
know what you get.

I mean, so the
whole thing's going

to ride on Samson's testimony.

Set up her deposition
for tomorrow.

MEGAN: I'm all set, Don.

We'll have her delivered

to the District Attorney's
office at 9:00 a.m. Thanks.

(sighs)

How long do we
have to keep up this,

this witness protection routine?

Until you're
deposed or relocated,

whichever comes first.

And after I'm deposed, I'm free?

First, you'll have to testify.

Sure you want to
drink that right now?

(laughs)

Believe me, Agent,
you do not want

to spend the evening
with me if I'm not drinking.

Davidson to Megan:
approaching your location.

Copy.

Cobb salad for the ladies,
cheeseburger for me.

MEGAN: You got
it from Dominick's?

Watched the old
man cook it myself.

Ugh! This is ridiculous.

I'm going to lie down.

You don't want
something to eat first?

(crash, groaning)

(choking)

Daria?

Daria, breathe!

Davidson, call an ambulance!

This is Agent Davidson. We
have a medical emergency.

Requesting assistance.
Breathe, breathe.

(coughing)

Damn it!

MEGAN: I don't believe
it. That's what killed her?

Ventricular tachycardia?

Her heart basically exploded?

The lab said the food was clean.

We checked with the restaurant.

She never even ate
the food... I have no idea

how this happened.

All of the hotel glasses
were laced with peanut oil.

She's extremely allergic.

Anaphylactic shock?

Yeah.

She was allergic and Parkman
and Resnick knew this?

MEEKS: I'll bet it's
in her medical records

at the School Board.
MEGAN: I'm sorry.

I had no idea.

Hey, no. Come on. Look,
this could happen to anybody.

Without Daria Samson's
testimony, we don't have a case.

We have to nail these animals.

You know, each one of
these kids was attacked

by these men for money.

And each of these families
will never be the same.

Well, we got to get these
guys on tape somehow.

MEEKS: Eavesdropping
warrant could take weeks.

And who knows
how long after that

before we get them saying
something incriminating?

We're just going to
have to help them along.

Who's the EPA sending?

Guy out of the Chicago office...

Lyle Grant.

What do we know about him?

Enough.

Well, walk him
through same as before.

Just get it done (phone rings)

Yeah.

Send him over.

Our new EPA officer is here.

Mr. Grant...

I'm Floyd Resnick.

Shh, hold it. Here we go.

DAVID: I need full access
to all areas of your plant, sir.

Of course. Reed'll
take good care of you.

Anything you need.

What's Resnick doing there?

They're desperate.

Let's take a walk.

Mr. Resnick and I intend to do
whatever we can to cooperate.

Attitude like that helps a lot.

Which is why we want to be sure

things are being
done carefully, slowly.

I can't help you there.

Under a lot of
pressure from the DOJ

to speed up the process.

It's just that we'd really like

to be your partner
on this if we can.

EPA records indicate your
company receives about

12,000 barrels of
contaminants a month, correct?

There's a lot of
background noise.

I need a clean transcript.

Yeah, Billy, you
can clean that up.

PARKMAN: That's
the slag furnace.

They fill it with
chemical waste, heat it

to 3,000 degrees and out comes

harmless aggregate.

It's really a recycling miracle.

What is a miracle
is that Desert Shale

only uses 52% of
the waste it takes in

to make its paving material.

Where does the rest of
that toxic waste go to?

They have a warehouse.

I need to have a
look there as well.

I want a chemical team

out here to check their
storage safeguards.

The other EPA officer was
able to accomplish his work

with just a visual inspection.

We're paying
closer attention now.

I think you understand.

Still, it would

be a shame for all of our
reputations to be destroyed

on the basis of an
error in your judgment.

Excuse me. An
error in my judgment?

PARKMAN: If one looks hard
enough, one is bound to find something,

isn't that right?

Oh, they're totally buying it.

For instance,

you vacation in
Vegas quite a lot.

Don't you, Mr. Grant?

Credit report shows
you in substantial debt

to several casinos as well
as some serious arrears

in your child-support
obligations.

Are you trying to blackmail me?

No. Just the opposite.

Like I said, we'd like to
be your partner on this.

There's a chance here
for all of us to benefit.

You going to buy me off?

We can arrange a loan

from a legitimate source
with very long terms.

If I fix the records.

We send out trucks
of waste for burial,

you mark them as
aggregate, simple as that.

And all of our problems go away?

You really can't
imagine the kind of future

we can offer you, Mr. Grant.

Just need one more thing.

What about the money?

Mr. Resnick controls a number

of legitimate
lending institutions.

We offer you an
offshore account number.

He just implicated Resnick.
Which means we got 'em all.

Let's go. Let's go. Hit
it. We're gonna move in.

All teams move in. Move in!

All right, let's go, let's go.

No one will ever know any money

even changed hands.

FBI, nobody move!

FBI, nobody move!

Turn around, Resnick!

Get your hands behind
your back. Let's go.

Easy, easy, be cool. Whoa-oa-oa!

All right, all right.

All right, what's going on?

What's going on is you're
under arrest, Parkman. This way.

Parkman, what the hell?

DON: All right,
get 'em out of here.

I think you're gonna need
yourself a new lawyer.

Let's go.

(faint clattering)

So, um... you know,
I've been thinking

and, uh, I'm not
sure if it's such

a great idea for us to go out.

What?

Why?

What happened?

I don't know.

I don't even know
if I mean that.

I just, uh,

I mean, college protocol
frowns on it... and...

we don't even seem sure
if we want to be together,

and I'm massively confused

and you're ambivalent.

And you know, I'm about
to get incredibly busy

working with Mildred
on this research.

It's something
I'm interested in.

It would be a
great stretch for me,

not to mention it's just smart

to have her as my mentor.

And I know that I
shouldn't even consider...

I just never know what's
personal and what's professional

with us. I know. It's...

been...

That was nice.

I concur.

Hello?

Uh...

Oh!

Dr. Finch, what are you...

what are you doing here?

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Are you checking up on us?

Absolutely not.

I'm looking for Alan.

My father?

Pretend I wasn't here.

Okay, I'm gone.

What is up with that woman?

I don't know about you,

but I-I can't just pretend
that she wasn't just here.

She was here. I-I saw the woman.

Shall we?

Let's shall.

CHARLIE: What's going on here?

Uh, we're going to the movies.

Mm-hmm.

A movie?

You and,

and-and Mildred?

Uh, Millie. Millie. Thank you.

ALAN: Uh,

Millie wanted to see, um...

The new Double-O Seven film?

Right.

That's where we're going.

Okay?

See you later. Shall we?

Yep.

Good night.

Bye.

(door closes)

"Millie."

Yep, "Millie."

Just think, she could be
your boss and your step-mom.

(chuckles)

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