Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 4, Episode 12 - Power - full transcript
Don's team tracks a serial rapist who uses his position as a cop to entrap his victims.
(The Fratellis' "Baby
Fratelli" playing) ♪ Whoo! ♪
♪ I said, oh, my ♪
♪ Oh, no, no, I ♪
♪ I was just busy
watching everyone go by ♪
♪ Outside the shite bar ♪
♪ In your old red car ♪
♪ Me and your girlfriend ♪
♪ And your sister
with the big scar ♪
♪ And I said, oh, Christ! ♪
♪ And I told you twice ♪
♪ It's just not easy
going through ♪
♪ All these things thrice ♪
♪ What's this I once heard ♪
♪ You drive a bluebird ♪
♪ You got no money
for the petrol... ♪
(siren chirping)
♪ And it's all right ♪
♪ She'll be sucking
fingers all night ♪
(song continues indistinctly)
(indistinct police
radio communication)
♪ ...so easy to be
Friday's nightmare... ♪
(guitar riff plays)
Hi. Llap-Goch...
You ever hear of that?
You take me out before
I even do anything.
Monty Python.
"Fear no man!"
(echoing): License
and registration, ma'am.
Sure, sure.
I admit it, I had a little wine,
but, but I didn't do anything.
I don't think you
have a case for...
You're driving the wrong
way on a one-way street.
Really?
That's not good.
Where's the sign?
Step out of the vehicle, ma'am.
Okay.
Okay, but listen, I
got to talk to you.
(stammering): This is a mistake.
I-I made a mistake,
but I can't get arrested.
Okay, seriously,
th-that would be bad.
Please, Occifer...
(laughing): what is your name?
So... shall we call it
"matrix theory with
combinatorics"?
How about "matrix theory
for infinite-
dimensional matrices"?
We could teach it together.
That's a good idea.
When are you free
to plan lectures?
Uh, well, I am
teaching until 4:00
and then I have
office hours until 6:00,
but how about after
that over dinner?
Sure.
Great.
Mm. Mm.
Oh, Charlie, I have
to ask you a favor.
Um, my apartment building
is getting tented this weekend.
Oh, no.
And I was wondering
if I could stay with you.
It'll be a great experiment.
You mean what it would be
like to stay in the same house
with your father for
more than one night?
Right, and how we get along...
If we're at each
other's throats,
who cooks, who watches TV
while the other one cleans.
I'm gonna stay in a hotel.
No, we need simulations
for our game theory algorithm
to determine what our next step
should be as a couple.
Well, maybe our next step
should be you and me in a hotel.
Let's get some data.
How's this to start
your morning?
Hey.
We got an anonymous
tip to our Web site
from a woman who claims she
was raped by an LAPD officer.
Anonymous?
Well, the copy shop downtown
made the tipster show I.D.
Her name is Rena Vining.
All right, well, you
should interview her
and you should liaise
with LAPD, right?
Before we know if there's merit?
Yeah, I mean, they're under
a federal consent decree.
(doorbell rings)
Rena Vining?
I'm Megan Reeves from the FBI.
So much for anonymity.
You can't accuse a
police officer of rape
and just walk away...
unless it's not true.
That's where you want
to start... that I'm a liar?
Why don't you just
tell me what happened?
It's in my e-mail.
Unmarked car,
white cop under 40,
brown hair, dark blue uniform,
stopped me for drunk driving,
said he'd be a nice guy
and give me a ride home.
He helped me to my door
because I was
having trouble walking.
Next thing I know,
I wake up naked on the
floor and I've lost a day.
He was in this apartment?
It's hazy, but yeah.
I'm sure he drugged me.
He gave me a bottle
of water in his car.
It's pretty much the last
thing I remember clearly.
But if you have no memory,
how can you be sure
that you were raped?
I had dried semen on my body.
I have injuries.
Did you go to an emergency room?
Don't touch me.
No, I didn't go to
the emergency room.
I stood in the
shower for an hour
and tried to get him off of me.
I just want to go back to work,
back to my life.
I don't want to be a victim.
Then why'd you contact us?
Someone should stop him.
Calling LAPD
seemed like a bad idea.
Another cop might tell him
and... he knows where I live.
Rena,
if you want to follow this up,
you're going to have to go
to the hospital and get tested,
and we're going to need to check
for fingerprints and DNA.
I don't want anybody to know.
We can protect your identity.
Like on your anonymous tip line?
We couldn't check out your story
without talking
to you in person.
My story? I want to bring
some technicians here.
You won't find anything.
I cleaned everything
with bleach,
I burned my clothes
and my sheets.
Why?
Fire destroys DNA.
I would like to burn
the whole apartment.
Rena, I want to believe
you, but I need some proof.
Find somebody else.
What does that mean?
He's done this before.
And he'll do it again.
Hey, Colby, do me a
favor. Just walk with me.
Yeah, what's up?
LAPD is sending over this
Internal Affairs detective,
supposedly knows about,
uh, the dirty cops, so...
Right, but we don't know
that it's a cop yet, right?
I mean, it could have
been an impersonator,
could be she was lying.
The bartender said she was
toasted when she left the bar.
The assistant director told
me to get ahead of the media on
on this, so if IA can
give us some insight,
I guess we should
take it, right?
What do you got?
Well, Rena Vining's
record is clean
and as far as impersonators
go, we're checking
costume houses, uniform shops
to see about sales to civilians.
Anything on LAPD? They had
no unmarked cars
patrolling the area at the time,
but based on descriptions,
we've narrowed
it down from about
9,000 LAPD cops to 551.
WOMAN: 551 good officers.
Ivy Kirk, IAD.
I thought you were supposed
to tell us about the bad cops.
There's bad cops and
then there's "rapos"...
Different animal.
So you've made up
your mind already?
I haven't made up my mind
about anything, including you,
but I've worked Sex Crimes
for 17 years and I'll
tell you two things:
lots of females cry wolf to
cover their own bad behavior
and rapists are
failures in life.
If she's telling the truth,
we're looking for a screw-up
with access to a uniform.
I'd check guys fired
from the police academy
before I go accusing decent cops.
DON: Hey, this is,
uh, Megan Reeves.
This is Ivy Kirk, IA, LAPD.
Tox screen found Rohypnol
in Rena Vining's bloodstream...
Roofies.
So she was telling the truth.
About being on drugs anyway.
Uh, Rohypnol is a
classic rape drug.
It's physically incapacitating,
precludes memory, not exactly
recreational.
Maybe her drink
was laced at the bar.
We still don't know
if she was raped.
(laughter)
Hey, so I'm not going to
make it to lunch after all.
No, me neither. I
have a study date.
I just wanted you to
know that Larry's going
to spend the weekend with us.
Yeah, I gave up my monastic cell
to some visiting Tibetans.
Well, Amita's apartment
is being tented for termites.
She's staying over.
Well, no, then, I
re... I retract this.
'Cause that-that's too
many people, isn't it?
ALAN: No! Nonsense!
No, the easiest thing
we do is move over.
There's plenty of room.
I'll see you tonight, okay?
But wait, I can... Okay?
I can stay in the garage.
Unnecessary. You're
staying in the solarium again.
Well, actually, I think
I'd prefer the garage.
It's more like a hermitage.
Do you see what you have here?
Mm-hmm.
It's a Venn diagram
intersection indicating
suspects who
match the description
and have had a
history of violence.
But it's also an ancient
religious symbol.
Of course, maybe you
know all this already.
The Vesica Piscis.
Now, this symbolizes the meeting
of heaven and earth.
He always knows
the coolest things.
Hello, sweet one.
How was the rest of
your trip back east?
It was great.
And I recognize these
from geometry.
Ah, Venn diagrams.
Illustrations
used in set theory,
showing relationships
amongst groups of things.
Although mathematicians
have deepened the analysis
since you were in school
by adding dimensions.
Imagine a dolphin.
It's a mammal; that's
one set of information.
It eats fish,
an intersecting set
represented in two dimensions,
but we can also analyze it
in three or four dimensions
across time and space.
When it swims with a
school of other dolphins,
it belongs to that
set for a while.
When it surfaces, it
belongs to the set of things
in that space, in that time.
Now, we represent
each set of data with a
shape reflecting its value,
and then... LARRY:
Create a smaller subset
common to every set.
Yeah, and I'm just
now adding the names
of police academy dropouts.
I'll have a more refined
suspect list for you soon.
Actually, the victim
feels that the rapist
has probably done this before
and I would tend
to agree with her.
This rape was not
chaotic; it was controlled;
and that comes with repetition,
but I don't have
any other victims.
And rape is a notoriously
underreported crime, isn't it?
MEGAN: And if the
rapist is a police officer,
victims are much less
likely to come forward.
You know, there is
a technique called...
mm-hmm...
syndromic surveillance,
which is used to uncover
infectious diseases
by tracking upticks of
pharmaceutical orders.
Perhaps I could adapt it
to track behavior associated
with sexual assault.
Like emergency room visits
or morning after
pills, hotline calls.
Right, it could totally be
a variable in my Venn scheme.
It wouldn't yield
victim's names, though,
but it could refine
search areas and perhaps
reveal a hidden time trend.
A chronology would be great.
Just let me get into it.
I'm gonna call a
colleague of mine
over at the Center
for Disease Control.
So, is something else
bothering you about all this?
Oh, I just don't
like rape cases.
Oh, Megan.
Oh, no, not me.
Um, my college
roommate was assaulted,
and... I watched her
slip into a depression,
and this victim kind
of reminds me of her.
Reminds me that
I failed my friend.
How?
I just didn't want to be
around her after the rape.
You know, I treated her
like she had something
that was contagious.
I'm telling you, Eppes...
A guy does not start
raping out of the blue.
If he's a cop, he's going to
have some kind of record...
Overuse of force complaints,
domestic violence,
demotion, something.
Anything with uniforms?
Nothing from the cop stores,
but there are over 60
costume shops in L.A.
servicing the film
and TV industry.
It's going to be impossible
to track all those uniforms.
Unmarked car could be
anybody, but the bubble light...
Did she say what color it was?
Yeah, I think it's of a...
Yeah, blue.
LAPD's red.
DON: So, who uses blue?
Fire department.
Put up the police
academy flunk-outs.
So, these are all the guys
that either dropped
out or were fired?
Yeah, and that
still have uniforms.
Malcolm Tucci.
Tucci?
IVY: Hmm...
Ex-volunteer fireman.
I thought I remembered that.
He's got a dishonorable
discharge from the Army
for assaulting an officer.
He's got a temper.
Ex-Army, ex-fire department,
ex-police academy dropout.
This guy has failed
at everything he tried.
Well, let's put these
in front of Rena
and see if she picks him, right?
IVY: All right.
MEGAN: The Rohypnol
is still in her system,
affecting cognition.
She should remember the guy's
face from before he drugged her.
Theoretically, but remember,
she didn't want to
come forward at all?
So, maybe we should
just go easy on her.
Reeves, I've covered over
1,000 rape cases. How about you?
Hi, Rena. How you doing?
Oh, just dandy.
You people clean
up the fingerprint dust,
or is that up to me?
Honey, do men ever
clean up after themselves?
Sit down. We want you
to take a look at these.
Um, my mind is
still kind of fuzzy. I...
It's all right. If you can't...
You'll know him
when you see him.
I'm sorry. I-I don't
know if I can...
Trust yourself, Rena.
Um... this could be him.
We can't do anything
unless you're sure.
I don't, um...
You know what? You
really don't have to.
Take your time.
I think this is him.
You think or you know?
Um... this is him.
Good job.
Thank you.
Sign and date the
back of the photo.
Is it him?
No bubble light. DON: All right.
Ivy, why don't you and, uh,
Billy go around back, huh?
Tommy, come with me.
He had a gun.
Never took it out,
but I was aware of it.
(voice breaking):
Said he did me a favor.
Now I was going to do him one.
(sniffles)
I tried to speak...
(groans)
but I couldn't make
any words come out.
Do you remember any
identifying marks on his body?
(knocking)
DON: Malcolm
Tucci? FBI. Open up.
My brain wasn't working right.
I concentrated
on saying, "Stop."
Over and over
in my head: "Stop it."
"Stop it."
(sniffles)
I never got it out.
(knocking)
DON: FBI, Malcolm. Open up.
Malcolm, this is the FBI.
I want you to take that gun
and very carefully put it down
on the floor to your right.
MEGAN: What else do
you remember about him?
Just shoot me.
DON: Look, I don't
want to shoot you,
but I will if you don't
do what I'm saying.
Put the gun on
the floor, Malcolm.
And if I don't?
IVY: Malcolm,
be smart.
Slide the gun on the
floor, nice and easy.
Come on.
Shoot me.
What's got you down, Malcolm?
Get on the floor.
(panting)
Put your hands behind your back.
(siren whoops)
(hazard lights clicking)
Thank goodness.
I was getting scared.
I'm out of gas, and
my cell phone's dead.
Well, why don't you step
out of the vehicle, ma'am?
I'll give you a ride.
Why did you have the gun?
Every night I sit there trying
to drink up the
nerve to shoot myself.
Why is that?
I scrubbed out of the Army.
My old man's a retired colonel.
If I shot myself,
it'd be the first thing
I ever did to make him proud.
Where were you Saturday night?
You know where I was. Do I?
I got picked up for fighting
at Tweety's Bar on La Brea.
Spent the night
in the drunk tank.
Damn it!
All right, just hold on.
I need the LAPD arrest sheets
for Saturday night. Thanks.
I thought we had him.
Yeah, now you're going to have
to force another false
I.D. out of our victim.
I didn't force anything.
Rena Vining just
blew her credibility.
Just got a call on another rape.
This time the guy
was in a radio car.
So, unless somebody's
missing a police car,
that's not an impersonator.
That's an actual cop.
So, 20-year-old
female, Josie Biggs,
phoned the Rape Crisis
Line, and they called it in.
She had car trouble?
Yeah. She says a police car
with flashing lights pulled up,
and an uniformed
cop offered her a ride.
He was on shift in
a marked car? Yeah.
Which narrows it
down considerably,
so, I'm going to call Charlie.
What did you find out?
He raped her at her apartment.
She wasn't drugged. He
offered her a bottle of water.
She didn't take it.
They're bringing her now.
How is she getting here?
A uni's bringing her.
You put a woman who was
attacked by a cop in a car with a cop?
Nobody wants to get
this guy more than we do.
That's not the point.
(indistinct radio communication)
Josie?
My name is Megan Reeves.
I'm with the FBI.
I'm going to speak to her alone.
Did you go to the hospital?
Did they call someone for you?
My parents are
flying in tonight.
That's good.
Can you tell me what happened?
You pulled your car over here?
I ran out of gas.
And then the
policeman came, and I...
I thought I would be okay.
(sobbing)
I'm sorry.
(sobbing)
LARRY: Once or twice
in a lifetime, there are quests
that require all that we
have to give and more.
Now, I'm about to
embark on just such
a quixotic adventure, and
thinking about who should
be my Sancho Panza.
I keep coming up with
but one name: yours.
(laughs)
Larry, what are
you talking about?
I accepted the D
Zero team's offer
to search for the Higgs boson,
and I require a
computational partner.
Are you kidding?
I never josh about the Higgs.
We will be examining
decay channels
of millions of particles,
all to be deciphered
like the-the
Rosetta Stone.
Amita, this is the
work of a lifetime.
It would be an honor.
Brilliant.
Okay, I will talk
to, uh, Mildred
about getting some of
your teaching load reduced.
Okay. Oh, you know,
Larry, actually, um,
I do have to talk to Charlie,
'cause he and I were planning
on co-teaching a class.
Mm... You know, Larry,
he always does
your math for you.
Why not ask him?
CHARLIE: Hey, Amita?
Hey, did you input the data yet?
'Cause Don needs
a suspect list ASAP.
You know what? I
think that's the first time
in my life I've ever
used the word "ASAP."
(laughs) Anyway...
What?
No. Nothing.
Um, yeah, I'm almost
finished with the data entry.
Okay. You know, something's up
with these Venns. No, seriously.
Like, I... I have
allowed for the greatest
possible variation in the data,
and there's still
too little overlap.
ALAN: Hey. Greetings, all. Hey.
Aah. Oh, Charlie, again
with the blackboards
in the living room?
Well, Larry's sleeping in the
garage, so... Yeah, but I can move.
No. No, I've already
inflated the air mattress.
No. Dad, it's fine.
We're all going to work
in here together. It's okay.
All right, as long as you keep
the dining room clear.
I'm making a roast.
No, Alan, I-I don't...
I don't eat red meat.
Yeah. Actually, neither do I.
No. I know, I know.
I-I got sea bass for the
non-carnivores among us.
Ah, excellent. AMITA: Thanks.
Well, we can concoct
a surf-and-turf feast.
(laughs)
Ah.
Don, no semen was
recovered from Josie,
but both girls tested
positive for gonorrhea,
and they both say they
didn't have it before the rape,
and I tend to believe them.
So, what, you're thinking
he gave it to them?
Yeah. He could have
it and not even know.
I mean, why else
wouldn't you just
knock it out with
antibiotics? Right.
Okay, so, I've got a
list here of 12 officers.
They meet all the criteria,
but confidence isn't high.
Why not? 'Cause the data's
remaining opaque, and that
gives me an uneasy feeling.
So, what do you suggest?
Tread carefully.
You think we can get the
girl in to look at the pictures?
MEGAN: Her parents are trying
to take her home to Montana.
I can give it a try,
but they're closing
ranks around her.
Yeah, give it a shot.
Meanwhile, let's bring them in,
and we'll get warrants
for blood tests.
Your radio went silent
today for 17 minutes
in the Cahuenga Pass.
Can you tell me why?
I got something to eat.
Where? Chackbay Diner.
You got a receipt?
No.
You made a traffic
stop on Lankershim...
10:13... then no other
activity till you went off shift.
What were you doing?
Patrolling.
Just driving around?
It was peaceful.
Not for Josie Biggs.
This is crap.
DON: Yeah? Look,
you were in the area
of both rapes; you
fit the description;
you can't account for your time.
I mean, Officer,
what would you think?
Some chippy's making
false accusations
'cause she's pissed for
getting a speeding ticket,
or she slept around and
her boyfriend found out
All right, so she cries rape.
I want to know where were
you when your radio went silent?
I'm looking for
a rapist, all right?
I'm not here to give
cops a hard time.
I was asleep, okay?
I pulled under the 405 overpass,
and caught a few z's.
(knocking on glass)
All right, just relax.
Sit down. Don't go anywhere.
The results of the
blood tests are in.
All right.
One guy tested positive.
Just because a guy has a
sexually transmitted disease
does not make him a rapist.
It's all circumstantial.
DON: Which guy?
MEGAN: Arnold Owens.
We need a lineup.
I don't know if I can get
Josie Biggs to come in.
Maybe Rena Vining.
Vining's no good. She
whiffed the last time.
DON: Let's just see if we
can get Josie to come in
with her parents
then, all right?
COLBY: All right, Owens.
Let's go. You know the drill:
stand there, say
nothing unless instructed.
Why I gotta be in a lineup?
I didn't do anything.
So what if I got the clap?
Just shut up and do it.
OWENS: Oh, great.
So you're going going to treat
me like a rapist now, Butler?
Is that it?
See what you did?
Just be cool, man, all right?
If you didn't do it, you
got nothing to worry about.
Like innocent guys
never go down,
is that what you're saying?
All right, that's it. Let's go.
MEGAN: Thank you for coming.
We're going to make this
as painless as possible.
Nothing is painless
about this, Agent Reeves.
Uh, we'll wait out
here in the hallway.
Yeah, you best not let
me lay eyes on this guy.
And they won't
be able to see you,
all right?
So, all you have
to do is tell me
if you recognize the man
who attacked you and that's it.
Then you'll all be out of
here in less than five minutes.
Hi, Josie.
Okay, so just take your
time, sweetie, all right?
I mean, as I said, you
have nothing to worry about.
They can't see you, so...
He's not there.
Where is he? I thought
you said you had him.
Are you sure?
She said it's none of them.
This is wrong.
Something's wrong.
What? What's wrong?
The uniform.
IVY: What? What, Josie?
He had a patch on his arm.
The man who...
Who assaulted you.
Where's my mom?
Can I see my mom, please?
Yeah, okay, just
what kind of patch?
A bell.
Wait, wait, all right, Josie...
Josie, hold on.
Stay away from us.
MEGAN: Mr. Biggs, wait...
You've been investigating
the wrong police department.
MEGAN: Colina Police Department.
It's a town of like 60,000,
15 miles east of downtown,
still in L.A. County.
DON: Right. So, what,
he comes here because
he knows the LAPD uniforms
look pretty much the same?
And he gets mixed in with
9,000 other suspects... sly boy.
What, so now you're
thinking it is a cop?
Look, Eppes, my gut told me
it wasn't any of my
men; my gut was right.
Uh-huh.
How are we doing getting
Josie to look at the pictures?
Gone.
Her father says they're
putting this behind them
and pretending like
it never happened.
Easy for them to say.
Yeah.
And where's Colby?
He's gone to Colina
PD to do interviews.
I can help with that.
Ah, that's all right.
Look, Eppes,
I grew up in a small
department like Colina.
I know all about how the
good old boys close ranks.
Let me help you.
All right.
I'll find the local
rape crisis line,
see if I can find
some new victims.
I can't believe we
have to start all over.
We don't.
I talked to the L.A.
County Health Department.
Both Rena and Josie
have contracted an
unusual strain of gonorrhea:
quinolone-resistant
Neisseria gonorrhoeae.
A drug-resistant strain.
Now, there is one
class of antibiotic left
to defeat superbugs,
but only one,
and doctors try really
hard not to use it.
MEGAN: Okay, so...
So, gonorrhea is
a reportable STD.
Now, based on
public health data,
I can construct a
sexual networking model
for the city of Colina
and map infections back
through multiple sexual partners
to find the source.
It's like any other
networking model...
A family tree, a
facebook, nerve endings...
Where each connection
transmits data, a nerve impulse.
For example, a hand waving.
We notice the effect
and map the connection
back to the source.
Now, in this case, the
hand waving represents
a person coming
in for treatment,
usually a woman, as the
symptoms are more immediate.
Okay, so, what?
How does this help?
With most people,
they go in for treatment
and they don't come back.
We're looking for the
ones who keep coming back
because the
treatment doesn't work.
We would then suspect
the drug-resistant strain.
So we would question
the people in that network
until we found a
connection to Colina PD?
COLBY: At the
time of the last rape,
you had 11 officers on
duty, five who fit the profile.
My men will answer
questions for ten minutes.
You will not have access
to them beyond that,
and I will not allow
their blood to be tested
without a court
order, is that clear?
A court order's not a problem.
Chief, I just went through
this with my men in L.A.
And now you know
they're innocent, correct?
As are my men.
We've gotten
calls for over a year
about women being
raped by a policeman.
They were too terrified
to give their names.
How many calls?
Six or seven.
Did you report them?
Until I was blue in the face.
Colina PD has ignored me
and no longer takes my calls.
The Sheriff's Department says
they don't have enough to go on.
I'm going to need the exact
dates and times of the calls.
I have it right here.
I've been waiting
for someone to listen.
So, seven rapes
in the last year,
and two in the last week.
CHARLIE: Okay,
so, Patient 07-649F
returned to the
clinic on what date?
September 9.
It was her third visit
after two tries with Cipro.
Seems Patient 07-649F
has the drug-resistant variety.
She's listed as a sex worker.
I've always found
that term so odd.
(chuckles)
Alan, sorry, we've taken
over your living room.
Hey, how about you beat
me at a game of chess?
Where?
The kitchen.
Sure. Why not?
You know, Charlie,
we should really be
doing this work in the office.
Don't worry about him. He
likes having everyone around.
Who's the next return patient?
Uh... 07-992F.
October 1, after
three rounds of Cipro.
And she's not listed
as a sex worker.
Right.
Uh... Charlie.
Larry has asked me
to partner with him
on the Higgs boson work.
Really?
That's awesome.
That...
Are you excited?
Yes, I am.
I mean, I've never
done anything like this.
But it means that I
will have to lighten
my teaching load, and I
won't be able to co-teach
that course with
you this semester.
Oh, I see, okay.
Well, maybe I'll find
another really cute post-grad
who can teach it with me.
This must be strange for you.
I know you've worked
with him before.
You know, when I
did math for Larry,
it was kind of secondary for me.
But the search for the
Higgs is so important to him,
he needs a true
collaborator who has the time,
and that's not me, it's you.
You have the perfect skills.
It's a perfect time in
your life to do this project.
It's not strange for me at all.
Don't lie.
Okay, maybe it's a little
strange, but not much.
I want the world for you.
Thank you.
(siren wailing)
(gun clicking)
(gunshot)
(keypad beeps twice,
auto-dial beeps rapidly)
(doorbell rings)
Thank you for coming.
I'm privileged to be asked.
I know I'm supposed
to talk to someone
when I get this
involved in a case
and there's... there's no
one better to talk to than you.
Shall we make some tea?
I-I hate this, Larry. I hate it.
I hate seeing their eyes,
the women, the fear.
And the shame when they
didn't do anything wrong.
I hate that nobody's
talking about this and that...
this person is a cop...
he's supposed to protect people.
And I...
keep imagining... situations
where I have a legitimate
reason to kill him.
The psyche plays out these urges
so we don't have to
act on them in reality.
CHARLIE: use an
algorithm to narrow the field...
Hey. Hey.
So, I narrowed the field
down to two women in Colina
being treated for
drug-resistant gonorrhea:
Patients 07-513F and 07-992F.
Uh-huh, what about names?
That took a little doing.
I had to convinced my friend
at the Health Department
to reveal the names.
It's Virginia Mallard
and Oki Chigawa.
Mallard?
There's a Mallard
on the Colina PD,
but he wasn't on duty
either night of the rape,
and he doesn't fit the
description: he's black.
What about the other one?
Unmarried prostitute.
She's in the system.
All right, well, I'll
set up an interview.
We'll bring in this Mallard guy
and see if we get something.
MEGAN (over intercom): Were you aware
that the rape crisis line in your town
received seven
calls in the last year
alleging rape by an
on-duty police officer?
Yeah, we all heard,
some whackadoo feminist's
got it in for us.
Those first few phone calls
coincide with your
schedule pretty well, Bill.
Yeah. You were on duty
in the area during the first
five alleged rapes
by a cop in Colina.
What do you have
to say about that?
I got nothing to say about that.
Has your wife been
ill, Officer Mallard?
What?
You see, the rape victims
have this really unusual
strain of gonorrhea,
and your wife... Now hold on.
Stop right there.
Oh, did you
contract this disease
while raping someone
and then pass it on
to your unfortunate wife?
I didn't rape anybody.
So your wife was
sleeping around, huh?
That's how she got the clap?
One more word
about my wife, I will
leap across this table
and smack the
crap out of you... Bill,
you gave your wife
a drug-resistant strain
of gonorrhea that
she'll be dealing with
for the rest of her life.
Where'd you get it from, huh?
A hooker?
We've been talking to this one.
You think your name is
going to come up? So what?
We were getting
some from hookers.
That's not rape.
Who's "we"? IVY: Bill...
we know it wasn't you.
We're looking for a white guy.
Just tell us what you know.
Who's his partner?
Richard Wong.
No good.
Was he riding with the same guy
when the first
rapes were reported?
That's a good question.
You rape those first
few women together, Bill?
We're going to get him,
you know, between the victims,
and the witnesses and the semen.
So you should decide if
you want to go down together.
I tried to stop him.
You got to believe me.
Who?
Cleary.
He got violent with
the hookers and...
next thing I know he's
branching out to regular women...
which was when I
asked for a new partner.
How many women
you think were raped
'cause you didn't have the
spine to turn in a bad cop?
I tried to talk him out of it.
Cleary's just gone off shift.
Colby's headed to his residence.
Let's go.
Blaine Cleary! FBI!
Clear.
Clear.
Clear.
No vehicle in the garage.
I don't think he's been here
since he got off
shift at midnight.
He's out trawling
for another victim.
Could be anywhere.
(indistinct radio communication)
There's still no sign of him.
All right, look, we'll call you
if we get anything, all right?
You got this wrong. Yeah,
if he's such a great cop,
and he has so many arrests,
why was he demoted
three months ago?
It was not a demotion.
You put a super-cop
in the motor pool
to unclog carburetors?
I mean, what was it,
some kind of abuse
or sexual
harassment, is that it?
You don't want to
find yourself covering
for a rapist now, do you?
That's why the
schedules don't match.
That's why there's
different vehicles.
At the end of his shifts,
he took cars from the motor pool
without signing them out.
You got GPSes
in your cars, right?
Yeah.
All right, let's see if
anything's missing.
Why don't you head out
to where the last
two attacks happened,
then we'll call you if we get
any coordinates, all right?
And call Colby.
Got it.
MEGAN: 7.7424,
West 118 degrees,
20.80614.
Got it.
It's an unmarked dark Crown Vic.
(beeping)
He's back in LAPD territory.
Don, we'll meet you there.
MAN: It's all right, ma'am.
I'll give you a ride home.
That'd be cool.
You all right? Yeah.
4257 Oakwood in Burbank?
You're not going
to arrest me, right?
No, doing you a favor.
Why don't you drink some
water. You'll feel better.
Thanks, but what about my car?
I gotta go to work
in the morning.
What's happening?
(tires screeching)
(siren blaring)
What are you doing?
We're chasing Cleary
on Acton towards Bishop Road.
He's got a woman in the car.
All right, look, I'm
going to try heading him
away from the freeway then.
Oh, God! Here we go...
(tires screeching)
Whoa, what do you think?
Where's he going?
Where's he going?
He's gotta know
we got him on GPS.
Don, he's gonna ditch.
Where's Colby? He's on his way.
(tires screeching,
engine roaring)
Put the weapon down.
COLBY: Put it down.
DON: Cleary, it's over. Drop it.
IVY: Are you okay?
Yeah. Okay.
Come on.
All right, you all right? Okay.
I got her! I got her! Go!
Freeze!
Drop your weapon!
(screams)
What if I don't?
You better do it.
It's just sex, guys.
Not that big a deal. Yeah.
See if you feel any
differently about it
when you're someone's
cell block bitch.
Let's go.
You all right? Yeah.
Whew! Nice.
Thanks.
(panting): Yeah.
You know, Charles,
there's something
rather delicate
I need to discuss with you.
I think it's an inspired choice.
Yeah, what is?
Asking Amita to work with
you on the Higgs boson.
You do?
Maybe we should consider getting
one of those new refrigerators
that uses less energy.
Uh... "we"?
I-I was just
speaking in general.
I love that you said "we."
So how is the grand
experiment coming along?
Well, the algorithm shows
that the best financial move
would be my dad buys a
condo and Amita moves in here.
But we're still working on
the emotional valuations,
which are a little
less clear-cut.
Could deliver a
different outcome.
Translation:
Charlie's not ready.
(chuckling): No.
I just need to
readjust the math.
Take another look.
Ah, the timeless dilemma...
How to coerce
logic to suit feelings.
Well, nobody's in a rush.
Where's Alan?
Dad?
Breakfast.
Donnie, coffee.
Aren't you suppose
to be getting up?
What are you doing?
It's my day to sleep late.
Oh, ow, eh. Sorry.
This is ridiculous.
Look, you got to sleep in
your own place, all right?
Yeah, but they were having
an all-night math-a-thon
in the living room.
(Alan muttering quietly) ♪
That's where I'm heading for ♪
♪ Hold onto a sinking stone ♪
♪ Until the worst is known... ♪
That's him.
I remember his eyes.
We have him in custody.
Will you testify?
Well, just think about it.
I have to move
on, forget about it.
♪ Nobody protects you... ♪
I had a friend in
college who was raped
and she felt the same way.
She was just
going to tough it out,
and, uh, her body
wouldn't let her.
She started to have
flashbacks and...
she was too smart
for therapy, so...
she kind of fell into drugs.
What happened to her?
Someone, a much better friend
than I was, got her some help,
but it... it took years.
♪ Nobody wants to... ♪
I have some
names of some people
that could help you.
They're good people and they'll
know what you've been through.
♪ Talk about it ♪
♪ No one protects you ♪
♪ Yeah... ♪
You have nothing
to be ashamed of.
I used to think it was strange
when people called
rape "soul murder."
Do you think my soul
has been murdered?
No. I think you've been hurt
and you need some help.
I don't think you could
handle this on your own
any more than you could
remove a bullet from your body.
And you could
testify or not, but...
you got to start to think about
what's going to work
for you for the long haul.
And please don't be
too proud to ask for help.
♪ Nobody wants to ♪
♪ Think about it ♪
♪ Nobody wants to ♪
♪ Talk about it ♪
♪ Nobody wants to. ♪
Fratelli" playing) ♪ Whoo! ♪
♪ I said, oh, my ♪
♪ Oh, no, no, I ♪
♪ I was just busy
watching everyone go by ♪
♪ Outside the shite bar ♪
♪ In your old red car ♪
♪ Me and your girlfriend ♪
♪ And your sister
with the big scar ♪
♪ And I said, oh, Christ! ♪
♪ And I told you twice ♪
♪ It's just not easy
going through ♪
♪ All these things thrice ♪
♪ What's this I once heard ♪
♪ You drive a bluebird ♪
♪ You got no money
for the petrol... ♪
(siren chirping)
♪ And it's all right ♪
♪ She'll be sucking
fingers all night ♪
(song continues indistinctly)
(indistinct police
radio communication)
♪ ...so easy to be
Friday's nightmare... ♪
(guitar riff plays)
Hi. Llap-Goch...
You ever hear of that?
You take me out before
I even do anything.
Monty Python.
"Fear no man!"
(echoing): License
and registration, ma'am.
Sure, sure.
I admit it, I had a little wine,
but, but I didn't do anything.
I don't think you
have a case for...
You're driving the wrong
way on a one-way street.
Really?
That's not good.
Where's the sign?
Step out of the vehicle, ma'am.
Okay.
Okay, but listen, I
got to talk to you.
(stammering): This is a mistake.
I-I made a mistake,
but I can't get arrested.
Okay, seriously,
th-that would be bad.
Please, Occifer...
(laughing): what is your name?
So... shall we call it
"matrix theory with
combinatorics"?
How about "matrix theory
for infinite-
dimensional matrices"?
We could teach it together.
That's a good idea.
When are you free
to plan lectures?
Uh, well, I am
teaching until 4:00
and then I have
office hours until 6:00,
but how about after
that over dinner?
Sure.
Great.
Mm. Mm.
Oh, Charlie, I have
to ask you a favor.
Um, my apartment building
is getting tented this weekend.
Oh, no.
And I was wondering
if I could stay with you.
It'll be a great experiment.
You mean what it would be
like to stay in the same house
with your father for
more than one night?
Right, and how we get along...
If we're at each
other's throats,
who cooks, who watches TV
while the other one cleans.
I'm gonna stay in a hotel.
No, we need simulations
for our game theory algorithm
to determine what our next step
should be as a couple.
Well, maybe our next step
should be you and me in a hotel.
Let's get some data.
How's this to start
your morning?
Hey.
We got an anonymous
tip to our Web site
from a woman who claims she
was raped by an LAPD officer.
Anonymous?
Well, the copy shop downtown
made the tipster show I.D.
Her name is Rena Vining.
All right, well, you
should interview her
and you should liaise
with LAPD, right?
Before we know if there's merit?
Yeah, I mean, they're under
a federal consent decree.
(doorbell rings)
Rena Vining?
I'm Megan Reeves from the FBI.
So much for anonymity.
You can't accuse a
police officer of rape
and just walk away...
unless it's not true.
That's where you want
to start... that I'm a liar?
Why don't you just
tell me what happened?
It's in my e-mail.
Unmarked car,
white cop under 40,
brown hair, dark blue uniform,
stopped me for drunk driving,
said he'd be a nice guy
and give me a ride home.
He helped me to my door
because I was
having trouble walking.
Next thing I know,
I wake up naked on the
floor and I've lost a day.
He was in this apartment?
It's hazy, but yeah.
I'm sure he drugged me.
He gave me a bottle
of water in his car.
It's pretty much the last
thing I remember clearly.
But if you have no memory,
how can you be sure
that you were raped?
I had dried semen on my body.
I have injuries.
Did you go to an emergency room?
Don't touch me.
No, I didn't go to
the emergency room.
I stood in the
shower for an hour
and tried to get him off of me.
I just want to go back to work,
back to my life.
I don't want to be a victim.
Then why'd you contact us?
Someone should stop him.
Calling LAPD
seemed like a bad idea.
Another cop might tell him
and... he knows where I live.
Rena,
if you want to follow this up,
you're going to have to go
to the hospital and get tested,
and we're going to need to check
for fingerprints and DNA.
I don't want anybody to know.
We can protect your identity.
Like on your anonymous tip line?
We couldn't check out your story
without talking
to you in person.
My story? I want to bring
some technicians here.
You won't find anything.
I cleaned everything
with bleach,
I burned my clothes
and my sheets.
Why?
Fire destroys DNA.
I would like to burn
the whole apartment.
Rena, I want to believe
you, but I need some proof.
Find somebody else.
What does that mean?
He's done this before.
And he'll do it again.
Hey, Colby, do me a
favor. Just walk with me.
Yeah, what's up?
LAPD is sending over this
Internal Affairs detective,
supposedly knows about,
uh, the dirty cops, so...
Right, but we don't know
that it's a cop yet, right?
I mean, it could have
been an impersonator,
could be she was lying.
The bartender said she was
toasted when she left the bar.
The assistant director told
me to get ahead of the media on
on this, so if IA can
give us some insight,
I guess we should
take it, right?
What do you got?
Well, Rena Vining's
record is clean
and as far as impersonators
go, we're checking
costume houses, uniform shops
to see about sales to civilians.
Anything on LAPD? They had
no unmarked cars
patrolling the area at the time,
but based on descriptions,
we've narrowed
it down from about
9,000 LAPD cops to 551.
WOMAN: 551 good officers.
Ivy Kirk, IAD.
I thought you were supposed
to tell us about the bad cops.
There's bad cops and
then there's "rapos"...
Different animal.
So you've made up
your mind already?
I haven't made up my mind
about anything, including you,
but I've worked Sex Crimes
for 17 years and I'll
tell you two things:
lots of females cry wolf to
cover their own bad behavior
and rapists are
failures in life.
If she's telling the truth,
we're looking for a screw-up
with access to a uniform.
I'd check guys fired
from the police academy
before I go accusing decent cops.
DON: Hey, this is,
uh, Megan Reeves.
This is Ivy Kirk, IA, LAPD.
Tox screen found Rohypnol
in Rena Vining's bloodstream...
Roofies.
So she was telling the truth.
About being on drugs anyway.
Uh, Rohypnol is a
classic rape drug.
It's physically incapacitating,
precludes memory, not exactly
recreational.
Maybe her drink
was laced at the bar.
We still don't know
if she was raped.
(laughter)
Hey, so I'm not going to
make it to lunch after all.
No, me neither. I
have a study date.
I just wanted you to
know that Larry's going
to spend the weekend with us.
Yeah, I gave up my monastic cell
to some visiting Tibetans.
Well, Amita's apartment
is being tented for termites.
She's staying over.
Well, no, then, I
re... I retract this.
'Cause that-that's too
many people, isn't it?
ALAN: No! Nonsense!
No, the easiest thing
we do is move over.
There's plenty of room.
I'll see you tonight, okay?
But wait, I can... Okay?
I can stay in the garage.
Unnecessary. You're
staying in the solarium again.
Well, actually, I think
I'd prefer the garage.
It's more like a hermitage.
Do you see what you have here?
Mm-hmm.
It's a Venn diagram
intersection indicating
suspects who
match the description
and have had a
history of violence.
But it's also an ancient
religious symbol.
Of course, maybe you
know all this already.
The Vesica Piscis.
Now, this symbolizes the meeting
of heaven and earth.
He always knows
the coolest things.
Hello, sweet one.
How was the rest of
your trip back east?
It was great.
And I recognize these
from geometry.
Ah, Venn diagrams.
Illustrations
used in set theory,
showing relationships
amongst groups of things.
Although mathematicians
have deepened the analysis
since you were in school
by adding dimensions.
Imagine a dolphin.
It's a mammal; that's
one set of information.
It eats fish,
an intersecting set
represented in two dimensions,
but we can also analyze it
in three or four dimensions
across time and space.
When it swims with a
school of other dolphins,
it belongs to that
set for a while.
When it surfaces, it
belongs to the set of things
in that space, in that time.
Now, we represent
each set of data with a
shape reflecting its value,
and then... LARRY:
Create a smaller subset
common to every set.
Yeah, and I'm just
now adding the names
of police academy dropouts.
I'll have a more refined
suspect list for you soon.
Actually, the victim
feels that the rapist
has probably done this before
and I would tend
to agree with her.
This rape was not
chaotic; it was controlled;
and that comes with repetition,
but I don't have
any other victims.
And rape is a notoriously
underreported crime, isn't it?
MEGAN: And if the
rapist is a police officer,
victims are much less
likely to come forward.
You know, there is
a technique called...
mm-hmm...
syndromic surveillance,
which is used to uncover
infectious diseases
by tracking upticks of
pharmaceutical orders.
Perhaps I could adapt it
to track behavior associated
with sexual assault.
Like emergency room visits
or morning after
pills, hotline calls.
Right, it could totally be
a variable in my Venn scheme.
It wouldn't yield
victim's names, though,
but it could refine
search areas and perhaps
reveal a hidden time trend.
A chronology would be great.
Just let me get into it.
I'm gonna call a
colleague of mine
over at the Center
for Disease Control.
So, is something else
bothering you about all this?
Oh, I just don't
like rape cases.
Oh, Megan.
Oh, no, not me.
Um, my college
roommate was assaulted,
and... I watched her
slip into a depression,
and this victim kind
of reminds me of her.
Reminds me that
I failed my friend.
How?
I just didn't want to be
around her after the rape.
You know, I treated her
like she had something
that was contagious.
I'm telling you, Eppes...
A guy does not start
raping out of the blue.
If he's a cop, he's going to
have some kind of record...
Overuse of force complaints,
domestic violence,
demotion, something.
Anything with uniforms?
Nothing from the cop stores,
but there are over 60
costume shops in L.A.
servicing the film
and TV industry.
It's going to be impossible
to track all those uniforms.
Unmarked car could be
anybody, but the bubble light...
Did she say what color it was?
Yeah, I think it's of a...
Yeah, blue.
LAPD's red.
DON: So, who uses blue?
Fire department.
Put up the police
academy flunk-outs.
So, these are all the guys
that either dropped
out or were fired?
Yeah, and that
still have uniforms.
Malcolm Tucci.
Tucci?
IVY: Hmm...
Ex-volunteer fireman.
I thought I remembered that.
He's got a dishonorable
discharge from the Army
for assaulting an officer.
He's got a temper.
Ex-Army, ex-fire department,
ex-police academy dropout.
This guy has failed
at everything he tried.
Well, let's put these
in front of Rena
and see if she picks him, right?
IVY: All right.
MEGAN: The Rohypnol
is still in her system,
affecting cognition.
She should remember the guy's
face from before he drugged her.
Theoretically, but remember,
she didn't want to
come forward at all?
So, maybe we should
just go easy on her.
Reeves, I've covered over
1,000 rape cases. How about you?
Hi, Rena. How you doing?
Oh, just dandy.
You people clean
up the fingerprint dust,
or is that up to me?
Honey, do men ever
clean up after themselves?
Sit down. We want you
to take a look at these.
Um, my mind is
still kind of fuzzy. I...
It's all right. If you can't...
You'll know him
when you see him.
I'm sorry. I-I don't
know if I can...
Trust yourself, Rena.
Um... this could be him.
We can't do anything
unless you're sure.
I don't, um...
You know what? You
really don't have to.
Take your time.
I think this is him.
You think or you know?
Um... this is him.
Good job.
Thank you.
Sign and date the
back of the photo.
Is it him?
No bubble light. DON: All right.
Ivy, why don't you and, uh,
Billy go around back, huh?
Tommy, come with me.
He had a gun.
Never took it out,
but I was aware of it.
(voice breaking):
Said he did me a favor.
Now I was going to do him one.
(sniffles)
I tried to speak...
(groans)
but I couldn't make
any words come out.
Do you remember any
identifying marks on his body?
(knocking)
DON: Malcolm
Tucci? FBI. Open up.
My brain wasn't working right.
I concentrated
on saying, "Stop."
Over and over
in my head: "Stop it."
"Stop it."
(sniffles)
I never got it out.
(knocking)
DON: FBI, Malcolm. Open up.
Malcolm, this is the FBI.
I want you to take that gun
and very carefully put it down
on the floor to your right.
MEGAN: What else do
you remember about him?
Just shoot me.
DON: Look, I don't
want to shoot you,
but I will if you don't
do what I'm saying.
Put the gun on
the floor, Malcolm.
And if I don't?
IVY: Malcolm,
be smart.
Slide the gun on the
floor, nice and easy.
Come on.
Shoot me.
What's got you down, Malcolm?
Get on the floor.
(panting)
Put your hands behind your back.
(siren whoops)
(hazard lights clicking)
Thank goodness.
I was getting scared.
I'm out of gas, and
my cell phone's dead.
Well, why don't you step
out of the vehicle, ma'am?
I'll give you a ride.
Why did you have the gun?
Every night I sit there trying
to drink up the
nerve to shoot myself.
Why is that?
I scrubbed out of the Army.
My old man's a retired colonel.
If I shot myself,
it'd be the first thing
I ever did to make him proud.
Where were you Saturday night?
You know where I was. Do I?
I got picked up for fighting
at Tweety's Bar on La Brea.
Spent the night
in the drunk tank.
Damn it!
All right, just hold on.
I need the LAPD arrest sheets
for Saturday night. Thanks.
I thought we had him.
Yeah, now you're going to have
to force another false
I.D. out of our victim.
I didn't force anything.
Rena Vining just
blew her credibility.
Just got a call on another rape.
This time the guy
was in a radio car.
So, unless somebody's
missing a police car,
that's not an impersonator.
That's an actual cop.
So, 20-year-old
female, Josie Biggs,
phoned the Rape Crisis
Line, and they called it in.
She had car trouble?
Yeah. She says a police car
with flashing lights pulled up,
and an uniformed
cop offered her a ride.
He was on shift in
a marked car? Yeah.
Which narrows it
down considerably,
so, I'm going to call Charlie.
What did you find out?
He raped her at her apartment.
She wasn't drugged. He
offered her a bottle of water.
She didn't take it.
They're bringing her now.
How is she getting here?
A uni's bringing her.
You put a woman who was
attacked by a cop in a car with a cop?
Nobody wants to get
this guy more than we do.
That's not the point.
(indistinct radio communication)
Josie?
My name is Megan Reeves.
I'm with the FBI.
I'm going to speak to her alone.
Did you go to the hospital?
Did they call someone for you?
My parents are
flying in tonight.
That's good.
Can you tell me what happened?
You pulled your car over here?
I ran out of gas.
And then the
policeman came, and I...
I thought I would be okay.
(sobbing)
I'm sorry.
(sobbing)
LARRY: Once or twice
in a lifetime, there are quests
that require all that we
have to give and more.
Now, I'm about to
embark on just such
a quixotic adventure, and
thinking about who should
be my Sancho Panza.
I keep coming up with
but one name: yours.
(laughs)
Larry, what are
you talking about?
I accepted the D
Zero team's offer
to search for the Higgs boson,
and I require a
computational partner.
Are you kidding?
I never josh about the Higgs.
We will be examining
decay channels
of millions of particles,
all to be deciphered
like the-the
Rosetta Stone.
Amita, this is the
work of a lifetime.
It would be an honor.
Brilliant.
Okay, I will talk
to, uh, Mildred
about getting some of
your teaching load reduced.
Okay. Oh, you know,
Larry, actually, um,
I do have to talk to Charlie,
'cause he and I were planning
on co-teaching a class.
Mm... You know, Larry,
he always does
your math for you.
Why not ask him?
CHARLIE: Hey, Amita?
Hey, did you input the data yet?
'Cause Don needs
a suspect list ASAP.
You know what? I
think that's the first time
in my life I've ever
used the word "ASAP."
(laughs) Anyway...
What?
No. Nothing.
Um, yeah, I'm almost
finished with the data entry.
Okay. You know, something's up
with these Venns. No, seriously.
Like, I... I have
allowed for the greatest
possible variation in the data,
and there's still
too little overlap.
ALAN: Hey. Greetings, all. Hey.
Aah. Oh, Charlie, again
with the blackboards
in the living room?
Well, Larry's sleeping in the
garage, so... Yeah, but I can move.
No. No, I've already
inflated the air mattress.
No. Dad, it's fine.
We're all going to work
in here together. It's okay.
All right, as long as you keep
the dining room clear.
I'm making a roast.
No, Alan, I-I don't...
I don't eat red meat.
Yeah. Actually, neither do I.
No. I know, I know.
I-I got sea bass for the
non-carnivores among us.
Ah, excellent. AMITA: Thanks.
Well, we can concoct
a surf-and-turf feast.
(laughs)
Ah.
Don, no semen was
recovered from Josie,
but both girls tested
positive for gonorrhea,
and they both say they
didn't have it before the rape,
and I tend to believe them.
So, what, you're thinking
he gave it to them?
Yeah. He could have
it and not even know.
I mean, why else
wouldn't you just
knock it out with
antibiotics? Right.
Okay, so, I've got a
list here of 12 officers.
They meet all the criteria,
but confidence isn't high.
Why not? 'Cause the data's
remaining opaque, and that
gives me an uneasy feeling.
So, what do you suggest?
Tread carefully.
You think we can get the
girl in to look at the pictures?
MEGAN: Her parents are trying
to take her home to Montana.
I can give it a try,
but they're closing
ranks around her.
Yeah, give it a shot.
Meanwhile, let's bring them in,
and we'll get warrants
for blood tests.
Your radio went silent
today for 17 minutes
in the Cahuenga Pass.
Can you tell me why?
I got something to eat.
Where? Chackbay Diner.
You got a receipt?
No.
You made a traffic
stop on Lankershim...
10:13... then no other
activity till you went off shift.
What were you doing?
Patrolling.
Just driving around?
It was peaceful.
Not for Josie Biggs.
This is crap.
DON: Yeah? Look,
you were in the area
of both rapes; you
fit the description;
you can't account for your time.
I mean, Officer,
what would you think?
Some chippy's making
false accusations
'cause she's pissed for
getting a speeding ticket,
or she slept around and
her boyfriend found out
All right, so she cries rape.
I want to know where were
you when your radio went silent?
I'm looking for
a rapist, all right?
I'm not here to give
cops a hard time.
I was asleep, okay?
I pulled under the 405 overpass,
and caught a few z's.
(knocking on glass)
All right, just relax.
Sit down. Don't go anywhere.
The results of the
blood tests are in.
All right.
One guy tested positive.
Just because a guy has a
sexually transmitted disease
does not make him a rapist.
It's all circumstantial.
DON: Which guy?
MEGAN: Arnold Owens.
We need a lineup.
I don't know if I can get
Josie Biggs to come in.
Maybe Rena Vining.
Vining's no good. She
whiffed the last time.
DON: Let's just see if we
can get Josie to come in
with her parents
then, all right?
COLBY: All right, Owens.
Let's go. You know the drill:
stand there, say
nothing unless instructed.
Why I gotta be in a lineup?
I didn't do anything.
So what if I got the clap?
Just shut up and do it.
OWENS: Oh, great.
So you're going going to treat
me like a rapist now, Butler?
Is that it?
See what you did?
Just be cool, man, all right?
If you didn't do it, you
got nothing to worry about.
Like innocent guys
never go down,
is that what you're saying?
All right, that's it. Let's go.
MEGAN: Thank you for coming.
We're going to make this
as painless as possible.
Nothing is painless
about this, Agent Reeves.
Uh, we'll wait out
here in the hallway.
Yeah, you best not let
me lay eyes on this guy.
And they won't
be able to see you,
all right?
So, all you have
to do is tell me
if you recognize the man
who attacked you and that's it.
Then you'll all be out of
here in less than five minutes.
Hi, Josie.
Okay, so just take your
time, sweetie, all right?
I mean, as I said, you
have nothing to worry about.
They can't see you, so...
He's not there.
Where is he? I thought
you said you had him.
Are you sure?
She said it's none of them.
This is wrong.
Something's wrong.
What? What's wrong?
The uniform.
IVY: What? What, Josie?
He had a patch on his arm.
The man who...
Who assaulted you.
Where's my mom?
Can I see my mom, please?
Yeah, okay, just
what kind of patch?
A bell.
Wait, wait, all right, Josie...
Josie, hold on.
Stay away from us.
MEGAN: Mr. Biggs, wait...
You've been investigating
the wrong police department.
MEGAN: Colina Police Department.
It's a town of like 60,000,
15 miles east of downtown,
still in L.A. County.
DON: Right. So, what,
he comes here because
he knows the LAPD uniforms
look pretty much the same?
And he gets mixed in with
9,000 other suspects... sly boy.
What, so now you're
thinking it is a cop?
Look, Eppes, my gut told me
it wasn't any of my
men; my gut was right.
Uh-huh.
How are we doing getting
Josie to look at the pictures?
Gone.
Her father says they're
putting this behind them
and pretending like
it never happened.
Easy for them to say.
Yeah.
And where's Colby?
He's gone to Colina
PD to do interviews.
I can help with that.
Ah, that's all right.
Look, Eppes,
I grew up in a small
department like Colina.
I know all about how the
good old boys close ranks.
Let me help you.
All right.
I'll find the local
rape crisis line,
see if I can find
some new victims.
I can't believe we
have to start all over.
We don't.
I talked to the L.A.
County Health Department.
Both Rena and Josie
have contracted an
unusual strain of gonorrhea:
quinolone-resistant
Neisseria gonorrhoeae.
A drug-resistant strain.
Now, there is one
class of antibiotic left
to defeat superbugs,
but only one,
and doctors try really
hard not to use it.
MEGAN: Okay, so...
So, gonorrhea is
a reportable STD.
Now, based on
public health data,
I can construct a
sexual networking model
for the city of Colina
and map infections back
through multiple sexual partners
to find the source.
It's like any other
networking model...
A family tree, a
facebook, nerve endings...
Where each connection
transmits data, a nerve impulse.
For example, a hand waving.
We notice the effect
and map the connection
back to the source.
Now, in this case, the
hand waving represents
a person coming
in for treatment,
usually a woman, as the
symptoms are more immediate.
Okay, so, what?
How does this help?
With most people,
they go in for treatment
and they don't come back.
We're looking for the
ones who keep coming back
because the
treatment doesn't work.
We would then suspect
the drug-resistant strain.
So we would question
the people in that network
until we found a
connection to Colina PD?
COLBY: At the
time of the last rape,
you had 11 officers on
duty, five who fit the profile.
My men will answer
questions for ten minutes.
You will not have access
to them beyond that,
and I will not allow
their blood to be tested
without a court
order, is that clear?
A court order's not a problem.
Chief, I just went through
this with my men in L.A.
And now you know
they're innocent, correct?
As are my men.
We've gotten
calls for over a year
about women being
raped by a policeman.
They were too terrified
to give their names.
How many calls?
Six or seven.
Did you report them?
Until I was blue in the face.
Colina PD has ignored me
and no longer takes my calls.
The Sheriff's Department says
they don't have enough to go on.
I'm going to need the exact
dates and times of the calls.
I have it right here.
I've been waiting
for someone to listen.
So, seven rapes
in the last year,
and two in the last week.
CHARLIE: Okay,
so, Patient 07-649F
returned to the
clinic on what date?
September 9.
It was her third visit
after two tries with Cipro.
Seems Patient 07-649F
has the drug-resistant variety.
She's listed as a sex worker.
I've always found
that term so odd.
(chuckles)
Alan, sorry, we've taken
over your living room.
Hey, how about you beat
me at a game of chess?
Where?
The kitchen.
Sure. Why not?
You know, Charlie,
we should really be
doing this work in the office.
Don't worry about him. He
likes having everyone around.
Who's the next return patient?
Uh... 07-992F.
October 1, after
three rounds of Cipro.
And she's not listed
as a sex worker.
Right.
Uh... Charlie.
Larry has asked me
to partner with him
on the Higgs boson work.
Really?
That's awesome.
That...
Are you excited?
Yes, I am.
I mean, I've never
done anything like this.
But it means that I
will have to lighten
my teaching load, and I
won't be able to co-teach
that course with
you this semester.
Oh, I see, okay.
Well, maybe I'll find
another really cute post-grad
who can teach it with me.
This must be strange for you.
I know you've worked
with him before.
You know, when I
did math for Larry,
it was kind of secondary for me.
But the search for the
Higgs is so important to him,
he needs a true
collaborator who has the time,
and that's not me, it's you.
You have the perfect skills.
It's a perfect time in
your life to do this project.
It's not strange for me at all.
Don't lie.
Okay, maybe it's a little
strange, but not much.
I want the world for you.
Thank you.
(siren wailing)
(gun clicking)
(gunshot)
(keypad beeps twice,
auto-dial beeps rapidly)
(doorbell rings)
Thank you for coming.
I'm privileged to be asked.
I know I'm supposed
to talk to someone
when I get this
involved in a case
and there's... there's no
one better to talk to than you.
Shall we make some tea?
I-I hate this, Larry. I hate it.
I hate seeing their eyes,
the women, the fear.
And the shame when they
didn't do anything wrong.
I hate that nobody's
talking about this and that...
this person is a cop...
he's supposed to protect people.
And I...
keep imagining... situations
where I have a legitimate
reason to kill him.
The psyche plays out these urges
so we don't have to
act on them in reality.
CHARLIE: use an
algorithm to narrow the field...
Hey. Hey.
So, I narrowed the field
down to two women in Colina
being treated for
drug-resistant gonorrhea:
Patients 07-513F and 07-992F.
Uh-huh, what about names?
That took a little doing.
I had to convinced my friend
at the Health Department
to reveal the names.
It's Virginia Mallard
and Oki Chigawa.
Mallard?
There's a Mallard
on the Colina PD,
but he wasn't on duty
either night of the rape,
and he doesn't fit the
description: he's black.
What about the other one?
Unmarried prostitute.
She's in the system.
All right, well, I'll
set up an interview.
We'll bring in this Mallard guy
and see if we get something.
MEGAN (over intercom): Were you aware
that the rape crisis line in your town
received seven
calls in the last year
alleging rape by an
on-duty police officer?
Yeah, we all heard,
some whackadoo feminist's
got it in for us.
Those first few phone calls
coincide with your
schedule pretty well, Bill.
Yeah. You were on duty
in the area during the first
five alleged rapes
by a cop in Colina.
What do you have
to say about that?
I got nothing to say about that.
Has your wife been
ill, Officer Mallard?
What?
You see, the rape victims
have this really unusual
strain of gonorrhea,
and your wife... Now hold on.
Stop right there.
Oh, did you
contract this disease
while raping someone
and then pass it on
to your unfortunate wife?
I didn't rape anybody.
So your wife was
sleeping around, huh?
That's how she got the clap?
One more word
about my wife, I will
leap across this table
and smack the
crap out of you... Bill,
you gave your wife
a drug-resistant strain
of gonorrhea that
she'll be dealing with
for the rest of her life.
Where'd you get it from, huh?
A hooker?
We've been talking to this one.
You think your name is
going to come up? So what?
We were getting
some from hookers.
That's not rape.
Who's "we"? IVY: Bill...
we know it wasn't you.
We're looking for a white guy.
Just tell us what you know.
Who's his partner?
Richard Wong.
No good.
Was he riding with the same guy
when the first
rapes were reported?
That's a good question.
You rape those first
few women together, Bill?
We're going to get him,
you know, between the victims,
and the witnesses and the semen.
So you should decide if
you want to go down together.
I tried to stop him.
You got to believe me.
Who?
Cleary.
He got violent with
the hookers and...
next thing I know he's
branching out to regular women...
which was when I
asked for a new partner.
How many women
you think were raped
'cause you didn't have the
spine to turn in a bad cop?
I tried to talk him out of it.
Cleary's just gone off shift.
Colby's headed to his residence.
Let's go.
Blaine Cleary! FBI!
Clear.
Clear.
Clear.
No vehicle in the garage.
I don't think he's been here
since he got off
shift at midnight.
He's out trawling
for another victim.
Could be anywhere.
(indistinct radio communication)
There's still no sign of him.
All right, look, we'll call you
if we get anything, all right?
You got this wrong. Yeah,
if he's such a great cop,
and he has so many arrests,
why was he demoted
three months ago?
It was not a demotion.
You put a super-cop
in the motor pool
to unclog carburetors?
I mean, what was it,
some kind of abuse
or sexual
harassment, is that it?
You don't want to
find yourself covering
for a rapist now, do you?
That's why the
schedules don't match.
That's why there's
different vehicles.
At the end of his shifts,
he took cars from the motor pool
without signing them out.
You got GPSes
in your cars, right?
Yeah.
All right, let's see if
anything's missing.
Why don't you head out
to where the last
two attacks happened,
then we'll call you if we get
any coordinates, all right?
And call Colby.
Got it.
MEGAN: 7.7424,
West 118 degrees,
20.80614.
Got it.
It's an unmarked dark Crown Vic.
(beeping)
He's back in LAPD territory.
Don, we'll meet you there.
MAN: It's all right, ma'am.
I'll give you a ride home.
That'd be cool.
You all right? Yeah.
4257 Oakwood in Burbank?
You're not going
to arrest me, right?
No, doing you a favor.
Why don't you drink some
water. You'll feel better.
Thanks, but what about my car?
I gotta go to work
in the morning.
What's happening?
(tires screeching)
(siren blaring)
What are you doing?
We're chasing Cleary
on Acton towards Bishop Road.
He's got a woman in the car.
All right, look, I'm
going to try heading him
away from the freeway then.
Oh, God! Here we go...
(tires screeching)
Whoa, what do you think?
Where's he going?
Where's he going?
He's gotta know
we got him on GPS.
Don, he's gonna ditch.
Where's Colby? He's on his way.
(tires screeching,
engine roaring)
Put the weapon down.
COLBY: Put it down.
DON: Cleary, it's over. Drop it.
IVY: Are you okay?
Yeah. Okay.
Come on.
All right, you all right? Okay.
I got her! I got her! Go!
Freeze!
Drop your weapon!
(screams)
What if I don't?
You better do it.
It's just sex, guys.
Not that big a deal. Yeah.
See if you feel any
differently about it
when you're someone's
cell block bitch.
Let's go.
You all right? Yeah.
Whew! Nice.
Thanks.
(panting): Yeah.
You know, Charles,
there's something
rather delicate
I need to discuss with you.
I think it's an inspired choice.
Yeah, what is?
Asking Amita to work with
you on the Higgs boson.
You do?
Maybe we should consider getting
one of those new refrigerators
that uses less energy.
Uh... "we"?
I-I was just
speaking in general.
I love that you said "we."
So how is the grand
experiment coming along?
Well, the algorithm shows
that the best financial move
would be my dad buys a
condo and Amita moves in here.
But we're still working on
the emotional valuations,
which are a little
less clear-cut.
Could deliver a
different outcome.
Translation:
Charlie's not ready.
(chuckling): No.
I just need to
readjust the math.
Take another look.
Ah, the timeless dilemma...
How to coerce
logic to suit feelings.
Well, nobody's in a rush.
Where's Alan?
Dad?
Breakfast.
Donnie, coffee.
Aren't you suppose
to be getting up?
What are you doing?
It's my day to sleep late.
Oh, ow, eh. Sorry.
This is ridiculous.
Look, you got to sleep in
your own place, all right?
Yeah, but they were having
an all-night math-a-thon
in the living room.
(Alan muttering quietly) ♪
That's where I'm heading for ♪
♪ Hold onto a sinking stone ♪
♪ Until the worst is known... ♪
That's him.
I remember his eyes.
We have him in custody.
Will you testify?
Well, just think about it.
I have to move
on, forget about it.
♪ Nobody protects you... ♪
I had a friend in
college who was raped
and she felt the same way.
She was just
going to tough it out,
and, uh, her body
wouldn't let her.
She started to have
flashbacks and...
she was too smart
for therapy, so...
she kind of fell into drugs.
What happened to her?
Someone, a much better friend
than I was, got her some help,
but it... it took years.
♪ Nobody wants to... ♪
I have some
names of some people
that could help you.
They're good people and they'll
know what you've been through.
♪ Talk about it ♪
♪ No one protects you ♪
♪ Yeah... ♪
You have nothing
to be ashamed of.
I used to think it was strange
when people called
rape "soul murder."
Do you think my soul
has been murdered?
No. I think you've been hurt
and you need some help.
I don't think you could
handle this on your own
any more than you could
remove a bullet from your body.
And you could
testify or not, but...
you got to start to think about
what's going to work
for you for the long haul.
And please don't be
too proud to ask for help.
♪ Nobody wants to ♪
♪ Think about it ♪
♪ Nobody wants to ♪
♪ Talk about it ♪
♪ Nobody wants to. ♪