Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 4, Episode 14 - Checkmate - full transcript

WOMAN: Mr. Bell!

I'm from the U.S.
Attorney's Office.

They sent me over to
make sure you didn't get lost.

After seeing you, getting lost
may not be such a bad idea,

(chuckles) I have
a car waiting. Fine.

(security door buzzing)

(grunting, yelling)

PRISONER: Get him off me, man!

(prisoner crying)

I'm not supposed to give my
deposition for another hour.

So, if you're
hungry, we could...



What... What are you doing?

I don't want to leave
any fingerprints.

(silenced gunshot)

FBI! Drop the gun!

(gunfire)

AMITA: Ugh! You're
making such a mess.

Let me do it. Gee...

An exact 180-degree fold.

I guess that's what
I should expect

from a master of combinatorics.

Actually, I used to work
at the Gap in high school.

Are you sure this
is such a good idea?

Uh, yeah. Doing FBI work
for years without any training

being stalked,
getting shot at...



More than once...

Uh, I think it's a pretty
excellent idea, actually.

What are they going
to have you doing?

It's a little self-defense,
some firearms training.

It's no big deal.
It'll be good for him.

All right? Did I hear
something about firearms?

Uh, yes, Charlie is going
through two days of FBI training.

His idea. What do
you mean, my idea?!

It was because you've been
asking me forever. Wait a minute...

This does not mean
that he gets to carry a gun

after this, right? Uh, I don't
know... maybe some handcuffs.

Hmm, really?

(phone rings)

Eppes.

Don, U.S. Attorney's
office just called.

Two RICO witnesses
scheduled to testify

in the same trial next
week were just hit.

David and Colby
went to pick up a third,

ended up in a gunfight.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Hey, I got to go. So,
uh, kick ass, all right?

CHARLIE & AMITA: Thanks.

COLBY: Nice. This guy
dressed as a delivery man.

Obviously put a
little thought into it.

An agent from OC I.D.'d him

as a low-level gunman
in the Albanian mafia.

Uh-huh. What's up?

So we know they were looking
for a guy named Reggie Smith,

who used to run with
the Bixel Street Boyz.

Made a deal with the
U.S. Attorney's Office

to turn against the
leader of his own crew.

And the DOJ has been putting
him up here for about a month.

He was supposed to testify
along with the two victims.

Any idea where he is now?

Building manager said

he took off this
afternoon in a real hurry.

Right, well, if he thought
he was next to get hit...

He's making tracks
to get out of town

while he still can.

All right, so we'd better get
this guy's Smith's photo out

to all the roll calls... I
mean, L.A. to Fresno.

If we don't find him, they will.

I got this off a traffic
camera at 8th and Alameda.

Well, yeah, leather gloves... I
mean, it's like what, 70 degrees.

Kind of telling, huh?

Quantico has no facial matches.

Robin Brooks is in here,
taking a dying declaration

from the prisoner who was
stabbed outside the courthouse.

I know things ended
kind of weird for you, so,

if it's too uncomfortable,
I can take the lead.

I don't care. Uh...

Just check with
Langley on this, though.

I think the Albanian assassin
sounds more like their turf.

(clears throat)

Hey. Hey.

No idea you were back.

Well, I'm just, um, I'm
going to try Langley again.

Nice to see you, Robin. You too.

We're building a major RICO case

against Jarobi “J-Light” Taylor.

Murder, robbery,
extortion, kidnapping...

He's hit every
offense on the list.

He runs the Bixel Street
Boyz. I know who he is.

He's like the Don Corleone
of the LA gang world.

The guy's so powerful,

he can continue running
his empire, even from prison.

We can't figure out how
he's sending out orders.

And this guy's in Bixel too?

ROBIN: He committed two murders

on J-Light's orders last year.

There's no guarantee the judge

is going to allow
his dying declaration.

Yeah, or if a jury's
gonna even buy it.

Reggie Smith also worked
as a triggerman for Bixel Street.

You find him, my chances
of winning this case

increase a hundred percent.

Well, I mean, the hits had
to be pretty well orchestrated,

so I wouldn't be surprised
if there were a leak,

you know, I mean,
even in the DOJ.

Any information would've
gone to J-Light's number two,

Dwight "Heavy" Reddick,

worked his way up through
Bixel Street, one murder at a time.

He was paroled last year.

I need a list of
computers and anyone

who had access to
J-Light's info, then.

You're talking about
hundreds of people,

thousands of e-mails.

It could take months to
narrow that stuff down.

When did you get back?

A couple months ago,

right after I wrapped
that case in Miami.

Look, I don't want there to be

any friction between us.

Don't worry about it.

Okay, here's the scenario:

You've just witnessed
an armed robbery,

multiple shots fired.

Ready? Go.

Let me just...

make sure I'm...
Okay, I'm good there.

What are you doing,
Eppes? This isn't driver's ed.

You're in pursuit!

Okay.

The siren, Agent Eppes.

You forgot your siren.

Yeah, so that's right,
uh... where is that?

(short siren blast)

What...?

(thudding)

You just killed a mailbox.
Keep your eyes on the road.

Radio... you need
to call in your pursuit.

Uh-huh. (clears throat)

Good morning.

This is Charles Eppes.

(sighs) I'm in pursuit of a...

burgundy-ish, sort of...

merlot-colored, um...

Well, what model of car
would you say that is?

It's a Ford.

It really doesn't look like
a Ford. Anyway, a Ford!

(tires squealing)

Look out!

(brakes screeching)

Hey... Speed Racer.

Can I borrow him for a minute?

Take the afternoon.

CHARLIE: So, how many people

had access to the
witnesses' information?

Um, about 50,

but with all the e-mails
and the correspondence,

it's like thousands.

It's quality not quantity.

In this case, temporal
link analysis will prove that.

How so?

Imagine an uncut diamond...

Ooh, that's not a problem.

When the diamond's
discovered, it's a large uncut stone,

under a microscope, the flaws
and inclusions become visible.

To maximize profit,
they have to cut the stone

to remove the imperfections,
so that the valuable

and brilliant
facets are revealed.

Similarly, temporal link
analysis searches e-mail sent

by users who have access
to sensitive information.

It removes the bad
ones, or the flaws,

and reveals the ones
that are of true value.

We're looking for an e-mail
outside their job parameter?

Yeah, that's exactly it.

Eppes! You're up.

All right, I will call
Larry and Amita,

and they should
be able to help you.

All right. Thanks, Charlie.

And, hey, um...

you want to break into the
turn, accelerate on the way out.

Okay, thanks.

(chuckles)

A watch like that must make
you the man in charge, huh?

Two dead witnesses were
supposed to testify against your boss.

Bitch and snitch,
wind up in a ditch.

That's what happened to your
delivery boy, Reggie Smith?

I wouldn't know
anything about that.

But if a accident happens
to befall on Reggie,

it would be a damn shame.

Yeah, it would free me
up to spend all my time

going after Bixel Street.

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

You know you go
against me in court.

There's none of these
BS plea deals, right?

It's federal... it's 25 to life.

You might want
to be thinking twice

about your plans
to go after Mr. Smith.

Hey. COLBY: Hey.

So, Heavy's parole
status prevented him

from visiting J-Light in prison,

but it didn't stop a
guy named Levi Holt.

48 visits in 12 months.

Well, that's how he's
passing the orders?

Thing is, this guy
Holt's the invisible man...

No address, no
license, no nothing.

And the phone number on the log?

Well, it traces back to a Los
Angeles recreation center.

Wait, I know that place;

that's where, uh,
David volunteers.

Yeah, I don't think he's
been by in a while, though.

Well, I'd say it's time.

COLBY: So that's the
big bad Levi Holt, huh?

Maybe I should take a
pass at this one alone.

What's this... A
black and white thing?

(chuckling): Actually...

it's a smooth and
a... unsmooth thing.

Checkmate.

That's ten dollars, B.

Levi Holt?

My friends know
to call me Bishop.

Well, I'm Special
Agent David Sinclair.

What exactly makes
you so special?

I don't know.

I guess it's the fact
that I talk to the dead.

Yep. Just today,

I had two dead guys tell me
a dude by the name of J-Light

is responsible for
their untimely demise.

According to
this log right here,

not a week goes by

that you don't visit the man.

Is that a crime?

I'm giving you the courtesy
of doing this here, okay?

Now, you want to have this
conversation in my office,

I'd be more than happy
to call your mother.

If you've seen my mom,

then I'm really
looking at a psychic.

Kid, what do you and
J-Light talk about every week?

Chess.

Chess?

J-Light gives me
lessons so I'll stay sharp.

He says I'm some
kind of prodigy.

He's the only one that's
given a damn about me,

so if you're looking
to take him down,

you're in the wrong place.

That was real smooth, Jay-Z.

Yeah... (sighs)

AMITA: With more
than 5,000 DOJ e-mails

connected to J-Light's
trial, your idea of creating

a semantic network of terms
used in the training data set

and matching them with
their e-mail uses was brilliant.

When I'm stuck, I've
always found the work pattern

of a certain Englishman
to be inspirational.

Sir Isaac Newton.

No, Sherlock Holmes.

"From a drop of water, a
logician could infer the possibility

"of an Atlantic or a Niagara
without ever having seen

or heard of one or the other.”

But, yeah, Newton
was pretty good, too.

Look at you guys.

This is kind of like

when Captain Kirk
used to beam down,

and he would leave Bones
and Chekov in charge.

No, actually, the chain
of command went, uh,

Commander Spock to
Lieutenant Commander Scott

to Lieutenant Sulu, and
then, once, during season two,

it actually went to Assistant
Chief Engineer DeSalle.

Uh, we ran an analysis
of all communications.

Then we ran a second
program that looked for a break

in the pattern of that user.

And, uh, user number
zero-two-one-five-zero-two,

stood out in stark
contrast to all the others,

by far, requesting the most
information on all three witnesses.

You sure about this?

Quite.

Why, is there a problem?

Okay, what is it
about this office?

Hi.

We've got a problem.

Reggie Smith.

No. You.

I mean, you've been
asking a lot of questions

about the dead witnesses.

I'm the prosecuting attorney.

Way too many inquiries
into their personal lives.

Hold on.

Are you really suggesting

that I'm on J-Light's payroll?

We've got e-mails
from your computer

for information about
prisoner transports.

One to LAPD, one changing

Bell's train ticket, so he
got here an hour earlier.

So, I mean,

you tell me.

Don, we spent six
months together.

You know me.

What are they doing?

Don.

I need an official statement.

Go to hell.

Call me crazy,

but Robin doesn't seem
the type to give up years

of public service
for the dark side.

DON: Hey, look,
you gave me the files.

Don't you think you
might be a little bit biased

because of your
past relationship?

What am I supposed to do?

I don't know.

But I can tell you, after Colby,

I never look

at an investigation
the same way.

(knocking on door)

David, what a nice surprise.

How you doing, Mr. Eppes?

Hey. You know, two gallons a day

keeps the pipes clean.

Uh, no, this is not for me,

it's, uh, for the toilet.

I'm recycling rainwater.

The new system
holds up to 1,200 liters.

Oh, by the way, if you're
looking for Don... Actually,

I need... you. or even
Charlie... I can't help you.

Me?

How long does it take to
learn how to play chess?

Years.

I only have this afternoon.

Well, I guess we'd
better get started.

Oh, uh, by the way,

speed chess is just
the name of the game.

It's not how long
it takes to learn it.

Yeah.

Hey, so Gary Bell
received a call.

It was from this
number right here.

The phone was cloned.

Whoever killed him.

NSA has got this new technology

where you can download
media from a cell phone

without the owner
ever realizing,

so we were able to pull
down these two pictures

that were sent to
the killer's phone.

Bell.

And the next
one's still a mystery,

'cause we weren't
able to download all of it.

Yeah, you remember
Charlie helped us

find that plane with the
shadows of the sun or something?

Yeah.

Eppes, you're up.

Prisoner escort.

Just follow me, sir. And go.

(groans)

(chuckles)

Okay, buddy, walk it off, huh?

Paul, give me a second here.

PAUL: No problem.

This is good. This is going,

I mean I feel really good
about the whole thing.

Yeah, I can see that.

Look, uh, do me a favor.

Think you can dial
us into where this is?

Yeah. Yeah, uh...

Okay, so, supervised
multiclass labeling.

Mm-hmm. Picture a cadaver
dog searching for a body.

If you give the dog a photo
of the subject, that's useless.

But if you give the dog a
piece of the subject's clothing,

it's going to key off the scent.

SML algorithm works the same.

It looks for its own
scent or information

by scanning millions of
images on the Internet

and finding a match.

All right, great.

So... I'm going

to need to call Amita
and Larry again.

Hey, Eppes!

You done yapping?

You're up.

You got any advice for me here?

Yeah, just shake his hand
and kick him in the nuts.

Same advice you gave
me in elementary school.

Well, it worked
then, right? Yeah.

Now, uh, this tactic
is called a "pin."

By the way, who
is your adversary?

Uh, it's a 14-year-old kid.

Uh...

his mom died, now he,
uh, idolizes a gang leader.

Well, having raised

two boys myself...
I can tell you

that age, it's a difficult
time for any teen.

I don't mean to be
rude, Mr. Eppes,

but I seriously doubt

Don or Charlie ever
had to, you know,

wonder where their next meal
was coming from, you know?

Yeah, well,

the pressure to be a man,

the need for guidance...

Doesn't know any
income brackets.

DAVID: Knight to C3.

Aah... Damn it.

At least it's not porn.

DAVID: That'd be
Granger's computer.

Only on Saturday nights.

Oh, boy.

So, Robin Brooks' office

subcontracts
all their I.T. work.

I see right here she had
her computer serviced

six times in the past year.

Look at this: Five
of the service calls

were the same
tech... Angie Heath.

I can't believe the
International Olympic Committee

actually considers this a sport.

I can't believe you're this
bad at it. COLBY: Here we go.

4-5-9, we got a burglary.

Hey,

look who she's arrested with.

Reggie Smith, our
missing witness.

Says they're married,

and divorced a year later.

Okay, so,

Angie steals the information
from Robin's computer,

passes it to J-Light

who orders the hit from
jail. Until her ex-husband

becomes the next target.

She gets nostalgic, goes
ahead and tips him off.

$50 says if we find Angie, Reggie
Smith is laying right there next to her.

Well, last known address
is a loft downtown.

The size of the entry wound,

I'm betting that's
a .22 caliber.

The same caliber
that killed Bell.

Another contract killing.

Now, how did J-Light find them?

I don't know.

But you shoot somebody
in the kneecaps,

you're making a point.

Oh, so you heard?

I don't care, Don.

Robin, come on.

I mean, what, you would've
done the same thing.

No, I wouldn't have.

I would have thought
about who you are,

and trusted my gut.

And so would the
Don Eppes I knew.

Here's the weird thing:

Angie Heath's last
five phone calls,

they were all to J-Light's
top lieutenant, Heavy.

Now, why would she call
the people trying to kill her?

What's that in her mouth?

That's a hundred-dollar bill.

Each one had one
stuffed in their mouth.

I think it's a message
of some kind.

No, they're tying to
buy their freedom.

It's more like an answer.

DON (laughing): Whoa!

Check it out.

CHARLIE: Hey.

We're doing dynamic entries.

That's when you break into
a typical hostage situation.

Yeah, I think we know
a thing or two about it.

Gave you a machine gun, huh?

It fires paint pellets

instead of bullets,

but as I've learned,
those can be very painful.

Especially when they get

under your skin. So,

what can we do for you, Rambo?

Oh, right. I'm here
because, um...

Whoa, whoa. Wait just...

Point it down.
Just point it down.

Stupid thing.

Uh, Larry

and Amita have found

a match for your photograph.

Here we go.

Uh...

I don't know the significance,

but it's somewhere
in the Valley.

Wait, what, you're kidding.

That's Robin's house.

What?

She's the next target.

(knocking on door)

DON: Hey, what do
you say, Jim? JIM: Hi.

All right, I got it. I'll see you in
a little while. See you in a bit.

I remember we talked

about spending a weekend
someplace like this.

Didn't think it would be with

an hourly changing
of the guards.

With Smith dead, the only
thing we got to convict J-Light

is that dying
declaration you took.

Which is a nice way
of saying I'm next

on the hit list.

Well, that's not
going to happen.

So now you're on my side?

I don't choose sides.

Come on, you know that.

You can be a real
bastard sometimes.

My shrink said
something like that.

This shrink...

has he taught you how
to say "I was wrong" yet?

So, Gary Bell was
the first witness killed.

Two people have
I.D.'d this woman

as walking with him
minutes before he was shot.

Courtesy of Interpol...
Her name's Coral.

She's a contract killer
for the Albanian mob.

Well, I guess, with his own crew

testifying against him,

J-Light didn't want
to trust the locals

to do the job.

Which means we still have
a professional hit woman

running around town.

(footfalls)

(Charlie clears his throat)

Oh!

Oh. I take it

the tactical assault
didn't go too well.

According to my instructor,

in the event of a firefight,

my best course
of action would be

to get in a fetal position and

call for my mama.

Well, that's rather ironic.

My flight instructor
told me the same thing.

Thanks to my brother,

the Eppes name has some
reputation around the FBI.

Oh, rather, thanks
to both of you.

And I don't want to
tarnish either one of them.

I think I'm in over
my head here.

I mean, some of
these guys are animals.

How did he put it?

"Strength comes not
from physical capacity,

but from indomitable will."

Yeah, well, Gandhi
never had to lead an HRT.

Mm, no.

I'm used to a certain
level of success.

These guys are laughing at me.

You know, Charlie,

think back now

to when you were a 13-year-old
freshman at Princeton.

There were plenty of your
fellow students who were

keenly jealous of you.

This your way of
telling me I was hated?

(laughing) Well... no.

I mean, hated is a strong word.

(sputters quietly)

Uh, detested.

(wry laugh)

But you won their respect.

You did, with your integrity,

your kind soul, and
most importantly of all,

you were smarter than
every single one of 'em.

Now, listen to me.

You have a gift.

So, where does it say

your brain must only
be used for math?

Checkmate.

Are you for real?

Only one way to find out.

Okay.

You can go first.

You're white. You go first.

It's the rules.

Right.

I knew that.

Come on, man. I
got a life to lead.

Your move.

(sighs)

Checkmate.

It's your money. Let's go.

(scoffs)

All right...

Checkmate.

Had enough?

You know, my dad
used to play chess.

Must not have been any good.

Actually, he was
the, uh, champion

of the Botanical Gardens.

It was kind of

like the MacArthur Park
in my neighborhood.

Maybe you ought to
call him for some lessons.

Yeah, I wish I could.

My dad passed away

when I was right about your age.

Better than him not
being there at all.

Not easy being the
man of the house, is it?

But, Bishop, part of being a man

is taking responsibility
for your actions.

J-Light is good with me.

I don't concern myself

with his other stuff.

Ah, but you should,

'cause sooner or
later, that stuff...

It has a way of
catching up with you.

Okay?

All right, now,

I looked at the security
video from the prison.

That notebook
you carry around...

Look, I need to know
what's inside of it.

Chess.

Must be real lousy being you,

never being able
to trust anyone.

It's not true...

What you said before
about not choosing sides.

You do it all the time.

That had nothing to do with us.

I mean, I'll give you...
You did mess me up

pretty good.

Things get too close, I
kind of got a habit of running.

That's funny. I thought
that was my MO.

Maybe that's why
we worked for a while.

All right, so, you know,
what was it, ultimately?

You remember when I was
sleeping over all the time,

and you gave me that drawer?

Yeah.

The only thing you
kept in it was a hair clip.

Well, I showed up
for work one day

and realized that I took
the hair clip with me.

(Nextel crackles to life)

Hey, Don, it's Jimmy,
here to relieve you.

Be at the door in two secs.

Yeah, all right, Jimmy.

(sighs)

Well, I'll see you
in a little while.

Nice!

Nice shooting.

275.

Highest yet.

Next group up.

Eyes and ears in place.

Line is hot.

Ready on the firing line.

(gun clicks, target
lines whirring)

I can't believe it.

296. High score.

How'd you do it?

Some kind of math formula?

"Fast is fine, but
accuracy is final.

You need to learn
to be slow in a hurry."

Wyatt Earp.

Your dinner is served, madame.

Your table.

Here you are.

Need to get the number
for your shrink, thank him.

Voilà!

What's this?

Uh, that would be for you.

A hair clip.

Come here.

(Nextel chirps)

Ah.

Don, it's Jimmy.
I'm outside the door.

Security is ready for you.

You got to be kidding.

I'm on the clock.

What am I gonna do?

I got to walk the grounds
with hotel security.

I will be back...
I promise, okay?

Oh, hey.

Oh, I'm so glad
you guys are here.

Are you busy?

Oh, I'm just trying to find the
existence of a massive scalar

elementary particle,
predicted to exist

by the standard model
of particle physics.

Cool. Well, when you're done,
do you think you'll have time

to look at this?

A list of murder victims.

Mm-hmm.

Who is J-Light?

Uh, the person
who wrote the list,

who ordered the
murders from jail.

Well, he must have
been monitored.

He is, so we think
he's using a code.

David thinks

he's passing the
code to this kid

while he's teaching
him chess lessons.

AMITA: Well,

the beautiful thing about chess

is that both opponents
know everything.

Nothing's hidden.

So within the lesson,
perhaps the coded

message lies.

If that's the case,
can you crack it?

I don't know. I mean, normally,

we'd need a cipher, but..

Yeah, but in this case,

we have the victims'
names or the results,

so by using backwards induction,

we might be able to crack it.

It's like the Rosetta Stone:

The same exact text is written

in three different languages.

So, if you can
understand just one,

then you should be able to read

the other two.

My algorithm will be
looking for overlaps

between the sets of data...

The victims and
the chess lessons.

Then I'll translate
the unknown code

by comparing it to
the known murders

and their gang affiliations.

Great. Sorry to blow off
those elementary particles.

Oh, anytime.

(door opening)

Help yourself.

I'm gonna go work.

Thanks.

(sniffles)

Robin, run!

(grunts)

(gasps)

(grunts)

(panting)

3696. Need immediate assistance.

I've been stabbed.

Subject is a female
Caucasian armed with a knife.

She's in pursuit
of my protectee.

(panting)

(people chattering and laughing)

(party music playing)

(gasps)

Somebody help!
Somebody help me, please!

(gunfire)

All right, all right. (gasps)

You all right?

Okay, come on, come on.

I got you.

I thought I was...

How did you find me?

I had a little help.

I don't understand.

Tracking device.

J-Light's not
going to stop until...

He's not going to get you.

So I talked to the hospital;
Jimmy's out of surgery.

He's going to be okay.

Kid got to you
a little bit, huh?

Treating him like
any other perp.

Yeah, but he's not.

I grew up with kids
like him, you know?

I've seen the way
this movie ends.

Doesn't sound
like any other perp.

Okay.

You have all the
answers, let's hear it.

(sighs)

Well, why don't you just stop
pretending you don't give a crap

and change the damn ending?

Hey.

How's it going? Welcome back.

CHARLIE: Thank you.

Aah... please.

What? My ribs.

Sorry. Yeah, it's okay.

Ow. Oh.

Um, I just think I
may have split my lip.

Okay.

What's that?

Oh, this is just

a little certificate stating my
marksmanship qualifications.

LARRY (quietly): Yay!

I am very impressed with
you for doing this, Charlie.

Thank you.

So, dimensional data sets.

Each week, this man J-Light

teaches his protégé Bishop

a chess lesson.

Now, David thinks

a code is maybe being passed

within the lesson. I've
run a computer program

to try to analyze all
optimal chess moves,

and... I still can't
break the cipher.

Hmm.

CHARLIE: Well...

in my FBI profiling seminar,

we learned that the notion
of "thinking like a criminal"

is actually a misnomer

because criminals
are sociopaths,

and in order to
match wits with them,

you actually have to think

contrary to your
normal thought process.

So we've been
assuming that J-Light

was teaching Bishop all
the optimal moves when...

It may have been
just the opposite.

Coral tracked Robin

by the GPS on her Blackberry.

That's pretty smart.

Don has SWAT watching her 24-7.

Okay, so we
figured out the code.

Or they figured out the code.

So each week,
during their lesson,

J-Light teaches Bishop

one move or countermove
for him to master.

When decoded, they reveal
a direct order from J-Light.

Each of the 64 squares
represents a different gang.

Now, the king's last position

shows which gang
was being targeted.

And the piece used

to checkmate indicates how high

in the organization.

For example, this
lesson featured an attack

on the black center by
means of an E4 to D5 advance,

indicating that a pawn,

or low-level gangbanger,

in the Midtown
Highboys should be killed.

If we can figure out
J-Light's next chess lesson,

we can figure out his next hit.

Hey.

Game's over.

You, get lost.

What's your problem?

Where's your notebook?

It belongs to me.

It's evidence that'll be used
against you in your murder trial

if you don't give it to
me right now. Look,

if you're trying to scare
me, it's not going to work.

I'm not trying to
scare you, okay?

I'm trying to help you.

I know what happens
to kids like you.

Oh, so now you think me and
you are from the same place?

Well, we ain't.

(both scoff) Yeah, you're right,

because I grew up with a family

that loved and supported me,

so we're not the same,

but you're also wrong...
'cause I do care about you.

I want to see you become
the man that I know you can be.

The man your father never was.

One day, me and this kid
got into this thing at school.

I had to wait in
the principal's office

until my dad showed up.

He never did.

J-Light came instead.

And what about Heavy?

It never seemed
strange to you...

His passion for
your chess lessons?

Bishop, every time he
reads your notebook,

somebody else out here dies.

Now, come on, kid.

I am not that dumb...

and you're way too smart.

DAVID (over phone):
Second move, white, 2 to C4.

Okay, now I'm positive
it's the Grünfeld Defense.

Uh, no, I'm positive
it's Sicilian, I'm positive.

Where do you even see
Sicilian? How can it possibly be...

It's the Nimzo-Indian Defense.

The proper reply is pawn to
E6, freeing up the king's bishop.

David, this is gonna
take a minute here.

CHARLIE: All right, I'll
punch those variations in.

And I shall watch.

Here we go.

Bishop to B6.

And the proper response is...

So, the Bixel Street Boys.

That's J-Light's own gang.

Like a modern day
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern,

that boy is delivering
his own death letter.

David, he's sending
an order to kill Bishop.

Hey, let's go.

Up, let's go.

(car stereo blaring rap song)

(brakes screeching)

You stand right here, okay?

You don't move.

Yo, Bish. What up, Heavy?

What up, Bone? Why
didn't you come by

with the book?

I've been waiting for an hour.

You have something to say?

Say it. FBI.

(laughs)

This ain't gonna
end real good for you.

Walk away.

That's not gonna happen.

I said walk away.

What are you strapping?

A nine?

What's that?

15, 16 rounds?

Me and Bone right here,

we're nice with the trigger.

Our gats are four
times that action.

And homeboy's got
plenty more in the car.

You'll be ghost in two seconds.

Well, you better hope so.

If I get off even one shot,

it's going right
between your eyes.

Well, I guess we're gonna
have to find out then, huh?

Yeah, we're also gonna
find out if you're ready to run,

because after you kill

a federal agent,

ain't no corner on
this man's Earth

that's gonna be far
enough for you to hide in.

Pull what you got, Heavy.

Bone.

Understand this...
You kill me right now,

you might as well put that gun

to your own head.

(laughs)

All right, yo, we can
do this another day.

But this ain't over,

not by a long shot.

Remember this,

'cause you're gonna see it again

real soon.

I look forward to that.

(short siren blast)

(police radio chatter)

AGENT: Let me see your hands!
Put 'em where I can see 'em.

(chuckling)

DAVID: Might even be taking

a picture of that face a
little sooner than you think.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

♪ On the walls of the day ♪

♪ In the shade of the
sun, we wrote down... ♪

DON: I mean, I can't say
the weekend worked out

exactly as I hoped, but...

I admit I had a
rescue fantasy dream,

but this was a bit much.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah? Was I in it?

You know, my trial
starts on Monday,

but maybe when things
settle, you can find out.

Hey.

Technically, I mean, the
FBI still owns the room.

We never did finish
that candlelight dinner.

Yeah, it'd be a shame to waste
the government's money, right?

Mm-hmm.

We're just going to
be a little while longer.

Thanks.

Okay, everyone, watch your step.

ALAN: Watch my step?

I can't even see my step.

LARRY: I'm all for adventure,

but the suspense
is starting to kill me.

MEGAN: This from a man who
lived a hundred miles above the Earth?

224 to be exact.

AMITA: I think it's exciting.

Okay.

Who's first?

(snickers)

Nobody's money to
take this afternoon?

Don't really feel
much like playing.

Yeah.

Sometimes we're blind to the
things that are closest to us.

I think you had it
right the first time.

I shut my eyes on purpose.

It's not our mistakes
that define us, Bishop.

It's what we do afterward

that counts the most.

Mind if I give you some advice?

I have a say in it? No.

Way I see it, you
have two options

ahead of you.

Option number one...

You get tough.

Now, you're a smart kid.

Get your own crew,
you make some money.

I guarantee you, you'll
be dead and buried

by the time you are 20.

What's choice number two?

Start choosing your friends
just a little more wisely.

And you can start
by teaching me...

how to play some chess.

Friends don't take
money from friends.

All right, good.

I'm going to lose it, anyway.

Okay, you need to
start with the basics.

This is the pawn.

Hopefully you knew that.

All right, it moves up two
spaces in the beginning move...

♪ "Be safe," you say... ♪