Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 4, Episode 15 - End Game - full transcript

Previously on Numbers:

DAVID: Mary Velasco, 29,

found murdered in her apartment.

Initial suspect was her
boyfriend Clay Porter.

COLBY: Former Marine.

DAVID: Porter was part of a unit

suspected of torturing
Iraqi detainees.

I didn't do anything

except watch you guys
and follow the case.

For Mary,

I wanted to see justice done.



A friend of mine
pulled his Pentagon file.

An inquiry found Clay Porter
innocent of charges in Iraq.

Actually, it turns out he was
the guy who blew the whistle.

(gunshot, man yells)

Looks like Porter
got his justice.

DAVID: Then he shot Jared Parr.

COLBY: And now Corcoran.

We checked out Clay
Porter's apartment.

Yeah, the guy's cleared out.

Yeah, he's probably
in Mexico, right?

ANNOUNCER: Johnson with the
ball, trying to find a way in... Yeah.

That's McDonald. Dribble drive
underneath. Yeah, come on, man.

Yeah, that's it, come
on. (whistle blows)

Oh, damn! Man, what's
wrong with that boy?



You know that man's lost a step.

Me, too,

but I don't make
$30 million a year.

It's not all about basketball.

Have you seen his underwear ad?

Oh... Hey, I don't
want to hear this.

(chuckling)

(smoke alarm beeping)
Why is that alarm going off?

I'm baking brownies, Daddy.

LAURIE: Burning
them's more like it.

(chuckles)

(beeping continues)

♪ Dead sound ♪
(beeping stops)

♪ Dead sound ♪

♪ Dead sound ♪

(door bursts open, gun
cocks) Down on the floor now!

Hey! Hey! Now!

Don't, don't, don't hurt us.

Take what you want.

I said on the floor!

(blow lands, loud groan)

Daddy! (crashing)

(groaning)

I'm not going to ask you again.

Is anyone else here?

No.

Back rooms are clear.
Check the kitchen.

♪ Dead sound ♪

♪ Dead sound ♪

♪ Dead sound ♪

♪ Dead sound... ♪

(driving rock beat)

CHARLIE: I-I was with that
movie all the way until that ending.

Yeah, I know, it was like
The Sopranos all over again.

Yeah, and I was
right about that, too.

Hey.

Hi.

(chuckling): Professor Waldie.

What are you doing
here on a school night?

Alan requested a consultation.

Yeah, I figured if we're
going to "green" the house,

couldn't go wrong with the head

of Cal Sci Engineering, could I?

Great idea. This looks more like

a NASA enterprise than a
home improvement project.

Well, to maximize efficiency

of the solar panels,

we would mount them at
the same angle as our latitude.

That way, they're
parallel to the Earth's axis.

But we're thinking
about mechanizing

the mounts, so
they follow the sun...

A "sunflower system."

(dinging)

And... What's this here?

ALAN: Ah, now this...
we're converting the furnace

to burn renewable biomass
fuel... uh, corn pellets.

Uh, what?

It's low-emission,

80% efficient. Huh?

It... kind of looks like a silo.

It's a cylindrical granary,

you know, to store the corn.

Uh, where are you planning
on putting it... in our backyard?

Yes, I was hoping
that you would help me

with a geo-survey
of the site plan.

Dad, you realize this
thing is 20 feet tall?

No, 21.

Hey, Larry, I thought

you were at the monastery.

Uh, yeah, I was.

There was a bit
of an altercation.

He, um, punched
out Brother Theo...

Something about
bringing beer in.

Since when do you drink beer?

Since when do you
punch people out?

As recent events in Lhasa
have amply demonstrated,

Buddhist monks are well-versed
in the art of violent protest.

ROBIN: That was nice.

DON: Mm-hmm.

Want to go for
round two? Mm-hmm.

(cell phone pulsing)

Don't.

Don't. I got no choice.

I'll make it worth your while.

Hey, Liz.

LIZ (over phone): Hey.

Uh, I got a home invasion...
Family in Torrance.

I think you're gonna want
to see this for yourself.

All right... I'll
be there in 30.

All right?

Okay.

(groans)

I got to go.

I thought Liz was
working Narcotics.

We're, uh, we're shorthanded,
so I called her back.

Now she's calling you.

Still number one
on her speed dial.

Aw, come on, don't
do that; it's not like that.

Yeah?

Then why are you
putting on a clean shirt?

(siren wailing)

LIZ: So, we got a home
invasion an hour ago.

COLBY: Robbery?

LIZ: Abduction... the
owner of the house

and his 20-year-old daughter.

The victim's name
is Clay Porter.

Porter, like the guy we liked

for the double homicide
six months ago?

Yeah, the ex-Marine.

Blew away two serial killers
that murdered his girlfriend.

Right, we thought
he was in Mexico.

Yeah.

Guy grabbed up tonight
is Clay Porter Sr... his dad.

Now, the neighbors
described three men, white van.

Got away clean, but they
did make one mistake.

Which is? Left a witness.

Hey, Jenna, this is Agent
Eppes and Agent Granger.

Hey, Jenna, how you doing? Okay.

You can call me Don, okay?

It all happened so fast.

I was in the kitchen.

I heard them.

I wanted to call,

get help, do something.

I was just so scared.

Yeah, I'm sure it
was really scary.

But if you could just, you
know, help us out a little bit,

tell us what you saw,
maybe what you heard...

I saw them.

Who?

The one who was
giving the orders,

he stayed in the living room,

but the other two... I saw them.

You saw their faces?

I know them; I recognized them

from pictures of
my brother's squad.

He e-mailed them back from Iraq.

Jenna, are you saying

that the men who
did this were Marines?

DAVID: Marine Privates
James Pinkney and Carlos Ruiz.

Both served in
Clay Porter's unit,

both were on leave

till yesterday, when
they went AWOL.

This is Marine Captain Ryan
Ferraro, unit squad leader.

He was shipped back

three months ago to serve trial.

For? Torture

and murder of an Iraqi detainee.

He was busted out
of the brig yesterday

with the help of Carlos
Ruiz and James Pinkney.

How do you figure...
Fugitives, right?

I mean, what are they
going after Porter's family for?

Try revenge.

Porter was the guy who
blew the whistle on Ferraro.

Porter's been
hiding out in Mexico.

I mean, the best way to get
at him is to get to his family.

Looks like Ferraro
already contacted him.

He crossed the
border five hours ago.

Used a fake I.D.,
already ditched the truck.

DAVID: He has to know
we're looking for him.

He shot two men six months ago,

executed them in cold blood.

And now these
guys have his family?

This is going to be a war.

LIZ: Ferraro faked

a heart attack to
get out of the brig.

En route to the hospital,

Pinkney and Ruiz
hijacked the transport,

overpowered the guards.

And just drove away?

No, they flew; they were
picked up in a chopper,

but the guards
couldn't I.D. the pilot.

Doctors say the fake heart
attack was induced by meds,

so someone sneaked
them to Ferraro in the brig.

Well, check that
visitors' log, right?

Yes. The guy has a
wife who lives nearby,

so we'll start there.

This whole thing... the brig
break, the home invasion...

They have a real
military op feel to me.

I mean, these Marine
Force Recon guys operate

out of a specific playbook.

Okay, so you're thinking

that if Ferraro and Porter are
trained to act in certain ways,

maybe we'll be able to predict
what their next moves will be.

Yeah, maybe Charlie
can slap it into one of those

algorithmic, geo-profiling,
hot zone, hot pocket deals.

Put it just like that
when you ask him.

CHARLIE: I got your
message about creating a model

for how two forces
engage on a field of battle.

Someone's already
done that work.

"Observe. Orient. Decide. Act."

An OODA loop.

Yeah, it was developed
by a military strategist

to refine the art
of aerial combat.

I'm strictly a ground guy.

It'll work there, too.

It's really quite simple.

To defeat an enemy,
one must confine

one's decision-making
to a cycle:

observe, orient,
decide, act... OODA.

Uh, think of it like...

like a basketball game.

Each team observes
their opponents,

assesses their skills,
their tendencies.

Let's say a player
on offense notices

that a player on defense
is weaker to her left,

so she head-fakes
right, crosses over,

takes the ball to the hole.

Next time downcourt,
the defender has learned.

She counters, but
remember, it's a cycle,

so the player on offense
adds a spin move,

takes the ball
to the hole again.

That cycle, repeated over
and over, makes the game.

Things aren't so
clean in combat.

These are the best I could find.

These are great.

We'll do everything we can

to find your sister
and your dad.

And my brother?

Same goes for him.

But he'll have to face
charges when we find him.

Lock him up for all I care.

Clay's a murderer.

I don't care if I never see him.

WOMAN: I haven't even talked

to my husband, much
less visited him in the brig.

He's been back
almost three months.

You think I don't know that?

Look, things between Ryan
and me haven't been great,

not since the end
of his first tour.

He believed in Iraq.

So what happened?

When he got
home that first time,

I knew something was off.

I just didn't know how bad.

He started drinking,
got aggressive, abusive.

Think Ryan would
try to contact you?

Last contact we had

was my lawyer sending
him divorce papers.

Well, I mean,

at least we're making
progress on the silo.

Sorry, uh, granary.

Can we focus on
the case, please?

That was a general invitation.

Larry?

I'm sorry.

Where were we?

How about we start
with where you are.

Well, I mean, given the
vagueness of your question,

I'd have to answer, "Just
another day in paradise."

AMITA: Oh, come on, Larry.

We've been working
together for 20 hours a week

on the Higgs boson project.

I know something is wrong.

I mean, you were in a tailspin

long before you
punched out a monk.

It's the Higgs.

You know, much as
I bristle at references

to the "God particle,"
what if it were so?

And what if, in seeing through
the mind of God, we found

just another blind alley

in our search for the
grand unified theory?

You won't know
until you get there.

That's precisely my problem.

I feel like a fraud,

like a man searching

for that which he
hopes not even to find.

You're not thinking
about resigning

from the D-Zero Team, are you?

We got a call from LAPD.

There was a smash and
grab at a gun store last night.

Description matches Clay Porter.

All right, so it's safe
to say he's armed up.

Yeah, we may have
gotten a little break.

We found a number for Porter
in his dad's address book.

But it goes to a
prepaid cell phone,

which we can't
get a GPS trace on.

So what, dead end?

No, not quite.

We got a list of all the
incoming and outgoing calls

from the service provider.

And, uh, on the night that
Porter's family was taken,

he received a call from
another prepaid cell phone.

Ooh, that sounds like
Ferraro making contact.

Yeah, the phone log
shows a series of calls back

and forth between
the two numbers sent.

Look, these guys are smart,

they're using phones we
can't get a GPS lock on.

But we can get a general
idea of their movements,

within about a four-to
six-mile coverage zone,

based on cell tower data.

So we got Ferraro moving north

and Porter following.

So they're drawing him in. Yeah.

You get that to Charlie?

I already did.

I used my OODA loop analysis

to predict our
players' next moves.

These are cell
tower coverage areas

that Ferraro and
Porter have moved

through the last 14 hours.

Ferraro's blue, red's Porter.

Clearly, Ferraro
is our hunter...

Using the hostages as bait.

And Porter's the pursuer.

The location of the
gun store robbery

conforms with my
predictive model.

He'll have to fulfill
other needs, as well.

Uh, shelter... Likely
using abandoned

buildings to avoid
detection; provisions,

like high-caloric food
requiring no preparation.

Like MREs or power bars.

Pop-Tarts, Ho Hos, Sno Balls.

He'll likely move at night;

24-hour convenience stores...

His way station of choice.

I've isolated

these and other high-value
targets in the area.

All right, let's get
those covered, huh?

We're on it.

Spotted Porter 20 minutes ago,

didn't see him leave.

Means he's still inside.

Bathrooms, maybe.

Change of clothes,
getting cleaned up.

Oh... hang on.

I got him.

All right, SWAT's on a call-out,

take 'em at least 15
minutes to get here.

No, he's checking out.

I'm taking the front,
you take the back.

(store entrance bell chimes)

(entrance bell chimes)

Get out now. No problem, man.

(entrance bell chimes)

(bottles rattling)

(timer beeping)

(groaning)

Porter, don't! Drop it!

Drop it or I will shoot you!

Hands behind your head.

Did you find
everything you needed?

Yeah. Did you?

Bad plan using a fake
I.D. to cross the border.

It's an honest mistake.

My cousin's visiting,
I picked up his.

The gun store, was
that an honest mistake?

You find any guns on me?

COLBY: You shouldn't
have come back.

Not after killing two men.

Two serial killers.

From time to time,
God's plan gets a nudge.

The rifle, photograph
of your girl...

I mean, you left evidence.

Rubbing our noses in it,

telling us you could
do our job better.

Well, a lot of people could.

Clay, we're not going to let you take
the law into your own hands again.

I learned the hard way.

In Iraq, here at home...

don't trust anyone,
except yourself.

I will save my family.

He's right

about the serial killer murders.

We got no prints, no witnesses.

We have nothing.

Yeah, but this time, we have

a border violation and assault.

Let him go.

DAVID: What?! The
guy killed two people.

The lawyers are gonna
just walk him out the door.

Don, do you even hear
what you're saying?

Yeah. Do you?

A couple of weeks ago,

we're holding on to a
guy we couldn't hold,

and, uh, now we're
letting one go that we can.

Just having a hard
time keeping track.

Just grab yourself some coffee.

You guys are gonna
have a long night.

Okay.

Dangerous game.

It's the only game we got.

You know, we lock him up,

and they're going
to kill his family.

I get what you're doing.

You're trying to save
two innocent lives

by letting Porter go,
and keeping eyes on him.

Bad guys lead Porter to them,
he leads us to the hostages.

But come on... baiting the hook?

It's not exactly policy.

Oh, you got a problem?

What, you want to file a report?

Jenna.

Go back to Mexico, Clay.

Let the FBI handle this.

Jenna, I can't do that.

No, you have to
do things your way.

None of this would have happened

if you thought of us first.

I am thinking of you.

And Laurie, and Dad.

Jenna, I'm gonna get them back.

You're gonna get them killed.

I know you guys are busy,
but I was just wondering

how the geo-survey was coming.

Well, I've come upon
an inconvenient truth...

The optimum site
for our granary,

uh, is right outside
my bedroom window.

Mm.

I'm guessing you're
not happy about that.

CHARLIE: Given that, for over

30 years, I've enjoyed
an unobstructed view

of our koi pond, no.

Well, you know, we all
have to sacrifice, Charlie.

CHARLIE: Yeah, I
understand that, Dad, but...

those koi and I have
shared so much together.

You're going to share

a lot more when the
ice caps start to melt.

Oh, if you've got a
problem about this...

You know what
my problem is, Dad?

That this was my idea,
and you did not consult me.

And without any consultation
there's no collaboration.

Oh, I see... you're all
for greening the planet,

but not in your backyard.

Says you...

whose bedroom looks
out over the arbor.

(door opens)

That went well.

(store entrance bell chimes)
COLBY: This guy leads us

around all night by our
nose and brings us back here.

He's just screwing with us.

Porter's getting to you, huh?

I don't like a guy who thinks

a Purple Heart
gives him a free pass.

Thought you boys looked hungry.

Tall caramel macchiato,

and chocolate croissant.

Do I know the way to
this girl's heart or what?

You're pulling out all
the stops. That's right.

So 11:00 last night,

I get a call from my boss
telling me to be ready

to file charges
against Clay Porter.

This morning I find out

he's on the street.

How's that work?

A good lawyer.

This isn't my first week, Don.

Okay, so maybe let me
protect you on this one.

I don't need your protection.

Well, that's not what
you said at the Ritz.

Maybe we jumped back
into bed a little too fast.

All right, all right.
I'm sorry. You're right.

I was out of line. But
come on, give me a break.

I mean, you wouldn't
grill another agent like that.

I'm not sleeping
with another agent.

Okay. I guess I
got to go to work.

I'll see you.

Thanks for the breakfast.

Don't tell me you guys
don't accept free food.

I'm done playing, Porter.

The hero of Ranger
company speaks.

Don't guess you were playing

when you were in Kumar
Province either, huh?

I got friends, too.

Access to Army files.

I like to know my enemies.

You read my FBI file, as well?

You're a Fed. You wear
a suit and carry a gun.

That's all I need.

They're gonna kill my family.

If you're not part
of the solution,

you're part of the problem.

Force Recon taught me that.

Playing the "bad war" bad-ass

is not gonna get
your family back.

What do you know
about "bad wars"?

Chasing Bin Laden in '01 don't
compare to what's going on now.

Yeah, yeah, I heard the stories.

Oh, you've heard the stories.

Well, talk to me when
you've seen women

and children blown
up by a 50 cal.

Or a school after
a mortar attack.

Huh? Or a man tortured

by your own guys, until
he begs you to kill him.

You fought the "bad
war" when it was good.

(tire pops and hisses)

Porter's in the wind, but
we I.D.'d the helo pilot

that helped Ferraro's
crew escape.

His name's Jake Renner.

Works at an aviation firm.

Ex-Marine, served with Ferraro.

Now, phone dumps
show Ferraro's wife

called Renner the day
before the brig break.

Day after, too. She's in on it.

We also traced calls
from Ferraro's cell

to a real estate office.

On the run, with two hostages.

This isn't a great time
to be buying a house.

Well, get this: it's
the same office

where Ferraro's wife
answers phones part-time.

She's been talking
to her husband.

All right, bring her in.

And we got an address
on the pilot? Yep.

Aviation company boss
says Renner keeps to himself,

not the friendliest
guy, I guess.

Door.

Somebody downloaded his files.

Remind me not
to fly with this guy.

(music playing in distance)
You hear that? Yeah.

♪ ♪

Oh...

Guess I don't have to
worry about that flight.

(motorcycle engine starts)

(engine revving)

LIZ: Looks like Porter
got what he wanted.

And we got another
body to prove it.

MEGAN: Jake Renner is dead.

I know that you've
talked to him.

Uh, Jake was a friend.

I also know you've
been in contact

with your husband,
and just so we're clear,

you're looking at accessory

to murder, so you'd be out

when you're about 50
years old, if you're lucky.

Ryan promised me
things would be different.

We'd start over.

So you arranged the brig break?

I paid Jake $15,000.

What about that
fake heart attack?

I bribed a medic, $5,000.

He slipped Ryan
meds in the brig.

I've been through
your bank accounts,

and you don't have
that kind of money.

Ryan sent it to me from Iraq.

Almost $50,000.

Where did Ryan get it from?

I don't know, but he said

that there was more
where that came from.

Where is Ryan?

I don't know, we
only talked once

after the brig break, when
Jake wanted more money.

I swear to you
that I did not know

Ryan was gonna take
Clay Porter's family.

M.E.'s report came back.

Jake Renner was shot
and killed two nights ago.

All right, so
Porter was with us.

He is off the hook.

Ferraro's wife said
Renner tried to hold him up

for more money
after the brig break.

Ferraro's answer was
a bullet to the head.

AMITA: Oh, hey, Larry.

You move out of the motel?

Actually, it's Higgs
boson data from the office.

I was hoping I could
prevail upon you to return it.

How goes the OODA loop?

It's feeling endless.

After initially working,

the predictive model's
gone off the tracks.

Probabilities say

that Ferraro would've
made his move by now,

led Porter to a killing
field to take his revenge.

Well, Feynman said everything

can be predicted if
you have enough facts.

Yeah, well, I doubt even
Feynman would've predicted

that you'd quit on your
ambition to find the Higgs.

No, my ambition quit on me.

CHARLIE: That's crap, Larry.

Why don't you just tell
us what's really going on?

Uh, enlighten me.

You're not worried that
the discovery of the Higgs

will lead you
down a blind alley.

Just the opposite...
You're worried that,

like your supergravity
theory, like going into space,

it'll end up being exactly

what you envisioned
it to be, nothing more.

So, still no sign of Porter,
or Ferraro and the hostages.

We arrested the medic

who slipped Ferraro the
meds, but he's not talking.

All right, so where's
the "I told you so"?

You made the call
you thought was right.

It sucks being the
boss, but you know what,

it's not a democracy.

Yeah, tell Robin.

Women giving you trouble...
I find that hard to believe.

Ha, ha.

She thinks I'm hiding something.

Well, you are, aren't you?

You walked a
suspect out the door.

You're stonewalling
her, and she knows it.

And the fact that
you're sleeping together

only makes it worse.

Any other agent that
burns her, it's business,

you know, but with you...

I don't like not being trusted.

You know, and
yes, I get the irony.

So what are you
gonna do about it?

CHARLIE: Hey.

I think I've got
something for you.

So, I've been trying to deduct

where my OODA loop went
wrong, and then I realized

that the OODA loop
itself was the problem.

I hate when that happens.

Yeah, so I've been assuming
that the parameters of conflict

between Ferraro and Porter
were established and set.

One guy tries to
save his family,

the other guy tries to kill
him. Seems pretty set to me.

That's totally what I thought,

but then I realized
that our two players

are really playing by
a different set of rules.

In a basketball game,
the rules are set,

but let's say the players
start creating their own rules.

The offense brings the ball
down however they want,

the defense grabs
and holds them.

The game becomes
something entirely different.

And that's what's going on here?

Not to that extreme,

but I was able to
identify an X-factor

using statistical
decision theory.

You are gonna tell us, right?

Well, we've been assuming

that Ferraro
wants to kill Porter,

but my analysis indicates

that he actually wants
to keep him alive.

Yeah, he's trying
to capture him.

I... I can't tell you why,
but I can tell you where.

Substituting a capture
scenario for a kill scenario,

my analysis generated

probable fields of battle

where our two players
will likely meet up.

LAPD got the call.

Eyewitness saw three guys

unload a duffel bag
from the back of a van,

toss it in a Dumpster.

The van matched the description

of the one at the Porter house

the night of the home invasion.

MEGAN: We got something here.

I commend you
on your police work,

though it's not like three
guys dumping a body

in broad daylight isn't
going to draw some attention.

I want to make sure
this makes the news.

Maybe this will help.

(crying): Please,
they're gonna kill me.

The victim is identified
as Clay Porter, 53.

Abducted with his daughter,
Laurie, in a home invasion...

Story's not gonna change
the more times you watch it.

Just keep thinking
I'm gonna find

an answer somewhere
in this stack.

Sure that's all
you're looking for?

You know, what Porter said
about me fighting a good war...

there's truth to that.

When I got pulled
out of the field

by military intelligence,

I left a lot of guys behind.

And a lot of them went to Iraq.

I read the names in
the papers; guys I knew.

Heard about friends
who came home

messed up physically,
messed up in the head.

Where I grew up,

people were messed
up by a lot of things,

a lot of it out
of their control.

Didn't make them any less
culpable for their actions.

It's not our job to judge why.

We're cops.

Our job is to assess
actions and motives,

use that information
to take bad guys

off the street, that's it.

You really believe that?

Most of the time.

You got something?

Actions and motives.

Jake Renner, the helo pilot,
just made a down payment

on a condo, bought a
new car three weeks ago.

Yeah, we know he
was expecting money

from the brig break, 15 grand.

I think he had to be
expecting more than that.

Renner and Ferraro
served together in Iraq;

his wife said they were tight.

So you're thinking
if Renner was in

on the brig break, he
was in on whatever score

Ferraro made in Iraq.

COLBY: I talked to my
buddy at the Pentagon,

asked him about
the investigation

of Ferraro's murder
of the Iraqi detainee.

Turns out this guy
was an insurgent

who hijacked $1.5 million
of reconstruction cash

and hid most of it
somewhere in his village.

Except for $50,000? Yeah...
the money Ferraro found on him

when he picked him up in a
sweep. Right, which the wife got.

Now, Ferraro tortured this guy

for two days straight
trying to figure out

where he hid the rest of it.

After two days,

he died while under guard,

but the guard was Clay Porter.

Okay, so Ferraro thinks

that maybe the Iraqi

told Porter where the money was

as, like, a last-ditch
effort to save his freedom?

Yeah, maybe he did,
and Porter's just sitting

on a pile of cash.

Okay, well, then that
makes a lot more sense

why he wants Porter alive.

Right, he needed
him to get the money.

All right, get out of the
way, get out of the way!

Hold it right there, Porter.

One more step, I'm gonna
put a bullet right through you.

I want to see... my father.

The man did one
dishonest thing his whole life.

At age 17, he forged
his mother's signature

to join the Marines.

He did a tour in Vietnam.

When I got back from
Iraq, he was the only one

that never asked
me... how I was.

Because he knew.

Look, Clay, you're
gonna have to talk to us.

Why don't you start
with the $1.5 million?

I didn't know anything about it

until Ferraro called
me in Mexico...

told me he had my family,

told me he wanted his money.

MEGAN: You just played along

to keep your family alive?

I have to get my sister back.

You want my confession
on dinging those serial killers,

I'll give it to you after
Laurie is home safe.

All right, well, no
promises, I mean,

you're gonna have to take
whatever they offer you.

All I care about is Laurie.

Clay, whatever happens,

I love you.

I brought you your
dad back in a body bag.

She's next.

You've got 24 hours.

This is the last
message they sent.

When we dug out
the background audio,

we found something.

(computer beeps)

(low rumble)

It sounds like a jet.

Yeah, our techs agree.

Now, we found flyovers
on all the recordings,

but that's all we found.

Okay... if they're
near a flight path,

we may be able to identify it

using an integrated noise model.

Think of it like a geologist

measuring a crater to determine
what kind of object created it.

The geologist analyzes
diameter, depth, contours,

to determine how
large an object,

at what speed, made that impact.

In the same way, we
can analyze a sonic crater

created by a plane

to determine its size, its
speed, and its distance

from an observer's location.

AMITA: If we can
match the flyover

patterns with the available FAA
data, we can find your house.

That sounds great.
I'll leave you guys to it.

Thanks, Charlie.

Sonic craters...
Interesting choice.

A crater

tells a creation story...
Its own big bang.

And to discover why we're here,

to discover the key that unlocks

the mystery of the universe...

Well, the end is really
just the beginning.

Sounds like you're ready

to get back in the
Higgs boson saddle.

A less appealing analogy,

but it's accurate nonetheless.

Okay... I'm the one
who let Porter go.

Two lives were at stake,
and I rolled the dice.

And the law be damned.

I've always said
the law's overrated.

I'm glad you see it that
way, 'cause I need something.

Let me guess.

Porter's asking for a plea deal
in exchange for cooperation.

No. I'm asking.

For a law and order guy,
you've got a bleeding heart.

Don't worry about
it. It's just one time.

Double homicide,
signed confession.

It's not gonna be easy,

but the evidence
is circumstantial.

I could make a case
for coerced confession,

add mitigation for
exemplary military service.

It's worth a shot.

I like it. Remind me to
hire you if I ever kill anyone.

I'm a prosecutor.

Oh, yeah.

Listen, Don...

Wait... actually,
let me just say,

I mean, in terms of us,

I'm there.

I'm ready to step up.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay.

So Charlie got us a location.

It's a house in an area

of condemned
properties in Westchester.

Uh-huh. SWAT?

Yeah, already made the call.

I want in, Eppes.

What, are you kidding?

Hey, I'm not looking
at this emotionally.

Okay. No,

I'm looking at this tactically.

You need me.

Now, Ferraro chose this location

because it's isolated.

He can establish a field of fire

in every direction.

You come up any of these roads,

and he'll cut you down
within 1,000 yards.

And my sister will die.

So, what would your plan be?

I call him, I set up a meet.

You let me be the
first face Ferraro sees,

and maybe Laurie
will have a chance.

Just one minute.
That's all I'm asking.

You used me as bait once.

I just want you to do it again.

He's right, Don.

It's the best play.

Tactically.

No gun.

Didn't ask for one.

We got a motorcycle approaching.

He's alone.

Greet him.

He's clean. (from
inside): Bring him in.

Throw him in the chair.

Handcuff him.

FERRARO: I was starting to
wonder if you were gonna show.

I'm here. That's
what you wanted.

I want my money.

Let Laurie go, and
I'll take you to it.

At first, I didn't get
why you ratted me out.

Then it all came clear.

That dirt bag I beat
the crap out of...

He gave it up to you.

You should have
brought the money, Clay.

All right, boys.
Let's go. Let's roll.

(over radio): Squad
One rolling. Let's do it.

(tires squealing)

As soon as my sister walks,
we'll get down to business.

You're not in a
position to bargain.

Your dad made that mistake.

(tires squealing)

We got incoming.

Cops.

Let's go! Let's go! Liz...
might be in the back.

LIZ: Copy that.

Dumb move, Clay.

(gun cocks) You just got
you and your sister killed.

FBI!

(gunfire)

FBI! FBI!

Drop it!

I don't think so, man.

Drop the gun! Put it down!

We were just about to take a
walk. You're not going anywhere.

Busted out of a Marine
brig. I'll find a way out.

You're not walking out of here
with a hostage... you hear me?

Take the shot,
Eppes. Nice try, Clay.

(Ferraro groaning)

Clay, put the gun down.

Clay! Clay! Put it down!

This man killed my father.

Put it down! Put it down!
I'm going to prison anyway.

Your only chance of walking
out of here is to drop it.

COLBY: Don't do it, man.

This guy's not worth it.

(panting)

I'll see you in Leavenworth.

(Ferraro groaning)

(grunts)

That's so I can hear you coming.

♪ ♪

(crying quietly)

He stopped running.

Yeah.

We all have to sometime.

Oh, uh, I guess I should
have bought another steak.

I'm just here for
another consult.

CHARLIE: We've been looking at

the furnace conversion, Dad,

and, uh, we think
we have another idea.

WALDIE: A cleaner burning idea.

Using second generation biofuels

made from genetically
modified algae.

You want me to put a log
of pond scum on the fire?

Well, it's better
for the planet, Alan.

I see.

Uh, guess we don't
need a silo, then, huh?

No. Instead, we're
gonna build one of these.

A windmill.

Wind turbine is
the precise term.

You're gonna build a windmill...
Wind turbine... in our backyard?

WALDIE: Generates 1,000 watts

in an 11 meter-per-second wind.

That's, uh, five kilowatt
hours a day, easy.

Good-bye, grid.

A bit of an eyesore,
though, isn't it?

For you, maybe.

My recent calculations,
based on prevailing winds,

put the blades right outside
of your bedroom window.

Um, anyone heard from Larry?

Apparently, he's off probation.

So he's back at the monastery?

But tonight, he'll be
staying at his office.

He mentioned something about

a "ritual restoration of
peace and harmony."

♪ I'm not in love ♪

Hmm.

♪ I do think I have tried ♪

♪ It cost too much ♪

♪ I don't have the
money or the time ♪

♪ 'Caused me to fall
apart once or twice ♪

♪ It's worse can lack
the beautiful mess ♪

♪ In a perfect world,
we never came ♪

♪ Oh, we never left ♪

(phone ringing)

♪ But you remember
what we were? ♪

♪ Do you find out
what a kiss is for ♪

♪ Right before you die? ♪

♪ Just like when
you have fallen ♪

♪ I will be there
when you rise ♪

♪ Oh, it's the most
peculiar feeling ♪

♪ You don't know what's coming ♪

♪ After we die, oh ♪

♪ I will be there
when you rise ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ I will be there
when you rise ♪

♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ I will be there
when you rise ♪

♪ In all kinds of weather ♪

♪ Oh, I will be there
when you rise ♪

♪ Just like when you
were fallen down ♪

♪ I will be there
when you rise. ♪