Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 4, Episode 5 - Robin Hood - full transcript
The perfect bank heist almost stumps the team when the profits are donated or returned to their rightful owners, and Don struggles with management issues.
♪ Tell me where
you've seen my life ♪
♪ I look in your eyes
and can only see my... ♪
(alarm blaring)
(key pads beeping)
(beeping)
(alarm stops)
(beeping)
(beeping)
(whooshing)
(alarm blaring)
♪ Tell me where
you've seen my life ♪
♪ You're biting my hands ♪
♪ And knocking me
down to the ground ♪
(keypads beeping)
(alarm stops)
DISPATCHER: Base to
Nora-fifty, we have an alert.
Come on, Johnny, this
is the third time tonight
the alarm has gone off.
Every time the cop's respond,
it's a $500 charge.
The place is secure.
Now, just send someone over
to fix the damn thing already.
(saw buzzing)
DAVID: Dude, what
were you doing out there?
Interviewing a suspect.
What'd it look like?
Like you were late for a
date or something, huh?
Oh, come on now. You're
the one who interrupted me.
What, you didn't
want me to do that?
You gave me the
sign to back off.
I thought you had
something in your eye, man.
The sign to back off is that.
Hey, ladies, the sorority
meeting is right there
in Interrogation.
DON: Hey, what's going on?
Nothing.
You get Tolan to confess?
Uh... no.
DON: Oh, I see.
So you mean literally nothing.
What-what's with these guys?
Remember when the
Who got back together
and decided to go out on tour?
Took them a little while
to get their groove back.
Well, I'd better start
hearing the music soon.
♪ ♪
(saw buzzing)
(beeping)
Don, a possible 2-11 in
progress at Pacific Westward.
What do you mean possible?
The alarm went off four times.
Security guard thought
it was just a malfunction.
Yeah, and? Guard's not
responding on his cell phone or radio.
(siren wailing)
DON: All LAPD units be advised,
FBI en route
one-three-five-six Park Plaza,
Pacific Westward.
Be advised, shut down code
three, we're five blocks out.
What do you say, Gary?
Got to stop meeting
like this, Eppes.
What do you think?
Anything to this?
Place seems quiet.
Can't seem to raise the guard.
DAVID: Check out the work truck
by the open hatch.
City officer says
no one's working
in the area tonight.
All right, I'll take this one.
All clear.
FBI! Don't move!
David! I've got him.
♪ I look in your eyes, I can
only see my own complexion ♪
Clear.
Whoa. Check all this out.
Come on! Give it up!
Only going to make me mad!
Oh, we got a body here.
Still alive.
Fifteen Lincoln, we need a medic
to make entry as soon as
the threat is neutralized.
(grunting)
Next time, listen.
Tear gas!
(explosion)
(coughing)
(explosions)
(coughing)
David? DAVID: He's on the run!
DON: Get a visual.
(coughing) DAVID:
I got nothing, Don.
(coughing)
DAVID: All units, be
advised, we got a runner.
All right.
He said he's gone.
Hey, we're in here
15 minutes, Eppes,
and not a single box has blown.
So, what the hell happened?
It's pretty nice
for a bank, huh?
Hundred grand a year for a box?
Thanks.
Guy we caught is Richard Fisk.
Done some time in
France and in Russia.
What for?
Mostly high-end burglaries.
Museums, art galleries.
And this guy's a real pro.
He's not afraid to do jail time,
and he isn't saying boo.
All right, why don't you
check him out with Interpol?
Okay.
This is Mr. Friscia; he's
the president of the bank.
I'm Don Eppes with the FBI.
Our clientele pays a
premium for discretion.
This type of attention
makes them uncomfortable.
Well, this canister is
military grade, which
makes me uncomfortable.
Well, we'd like to
see a visitor's log
for last 24 hours, okay?
That's not possible.
We don't keep a video
or a signature log.
Well, you need a pass
key to get in, right?
Well, the ID is anonymous.
Our confidentiality
is equivalent to a bank
you might find in
the Cayman Islands.
We're privately owned, so we
don't have to adhere to any FDIC
rules or the U.S.
Bank Secrecy Act.
WALKER: Cayman Islands.
That's where people normally go
if they've got something
to hide.
DON: So, Gare,
no forced entry, huh?
WALKER: No.
FRISCIA: We use
a state-of-the-art
biometric fingerprint system.
No keys.
Only the owner
of the box can open it up.
Well, what if somebody
else somehow did?
There are over 2,000
safe deposit boxes here.
What do you expect me to do?
Bring down customers one by one,
tell them they might
have been robbed?
All right, well, we'll be back
with warrants for the boxes
that were opened, okay?
Excuse me, but
you just said you don't
know which those are.
Yeah, not yet.
Hmm. Shutters at the Beach.
Well, it's a nice place
to be invited for dinner.
Uh, yeah, it's a book party
that my publisher's
throwing for me.
Everyone's getting invites.
Isn't that crazy?
I am so proud of you. Thank you.
Millie said that you cancelled
your lecture next month. Yeah.
Well, it's the same
night as the party, so...
Yeah, but she said she moved it.
And that's the same night
that your parents
are getting into LAX,
and I kind of thought
that'd be more important.
Oh. Well, that's sweet,
but I don't want you
to miss your
lecture just for that.
Well, they're your family.
I want to be there
to welcome them.
What's up?
Hey, guys. Hey. Oh, hey.
Don said you'd be coming by.
Another bank robbery, right?
Private bank. Thousands
of safe deposit boxes,
but we don't know
how the thief got into them
or which boxes he chose.
Oh. Check out these
acetone smears.
It's perfect for a
hand path prediction.
Mm, with an adaptation
of Listing's Law, right?
Whatever that is, that'll do it?
Well, it's no different
than a, uh... a golf swing.
You know, by watching
and analyzing the swing,
we can tell from
the point of impact
where exactly the
ball is going to end up
without even
looking at the fairway.
Now imagine that
the golfer is invisible.
By looking at the
motion of the club
as well as the point of
impact, we can reconstruct
exactly how the
golfer was positioned.
Now, we're using the same
two ideas here: your robber
was moving his hand
around, looking for specific
safe deposit boxes in the dark.
AMITA: Even though
we can't see him,
you know, this model
will help determine
how fast he was moving,
which direction
he was headed in,
and hopefully, what
he was looking at.
Hello. DAVID: Hey,
Lieutenant Walker.
Hey. Those the gloves
that SID found in the tunnel?
Sure are. I thought they
were being processed
by our lab.
So did I.
Someone on your end
forgot to pick them up.
Wait a minute. I
thought you were down
at LAPD headquarters yesterday.
Bag and tag is your department,
right? No, no. Since when?
Did you call...? Gentlemen!
If you don't mind. I ran 'em.
And they're clean on the inside.
Must have worn two sets.
But there's acetate
all over the fingertips.
That how the robber
compromised the system?
COLBY: Those biometric
locks can be defeated.
Once you lift a print,
it's possible to make a mold
out of it and then
fake out the system.
You learn that in spy school?
Discovery Channel.
Right. The robber...
He had to know which
boxes to hit, right?
Yeah, not to mention
access to the owners in order
to lift their fingerprints.
My guess is,
it would be either an
employee or a customer.
Hey, Larry. How are you?
"While being young
"is an accident of time,
youth is a permanent
state of mind."
I totally agree...
and who said that?
Frank Lloyd Wright. Oh, yeah.
Still designing homes
the year he died at age 92.
Does this apply to me?
It's nice to see a late bloomer
in the garden of knowledge.
Thank you.
What the hell was that?
A CalSci tradition.
Every Halloween, the
students drop pumpkins
from the highest
point on campus.
From the roof of the library?
Oh!
Yeah, the tradition
further holds
that the pumpkins be dipped
in liquid nitrogen to
intensify the explosion.
Yeah, well, in that case,
I'm starting a new tradition.
The frightened student dash.
CHARLIE: This is
the square of one...
and, uh...
Oh, you know what?
I'm going to head
off, speak to you later.
So, about earlier...
About earlier...
What was going on earlier?
Come on, don't say "nothing."
I just don't want you
to miss your lecture.
Stromsborg's doing it. Okay?
I mean, he's obviously not me,
but the students
like him just fine.
What, you don't want me to
meet your parents, or something?
Oh, I was joking.
No, Charlie,
of course, I want you
to meet my parents.
I mean, I love you.
It's just that my dad,
you know, he can be a
little difficult about this stuff.
What kind of stuff?
Me and... men,
certain types of men.
This isn't about me
being Jewish, is it?
No. Charlie, no.
But it is about you
not being Indian.
Oh...
That's encouraging.
Um...
I'm kind of sorry I
cancelled my lecture.
Look, Charlie, I really don't
want us to fight about this.
Charlie?
Huh? No, neither do I.
Neither do I.
I just have to find Don.
WALKER: Now, how your
brother was able to figure out
which box was
compromised is beyond me.
Hey, my boy's a
well-oiled machine.
How you doing there?
We're here to see
Mr. Friscia, please.
Charlie is a well-oiled machine.
Wish I could say the same
for the rest of your squad.
Why do you say that?
Sinclair and Granger were
a lot more buttoned-down
last time we worked
together, weren't they?
I guess they're
working some stuff out.
No offense, Eppes,
but you're supposed to
work that stuff out for them.
Oh? How do you
suppose I do that?
You start by knocking
their heads together,
and then you move on from there.
My way is, I give
them enough room,
and, hopefully, things
work out for themselves...
Mr. Piennar is waiting
for you in the vault.
DON: Okay, thanks.
Thank you. WOMAN:
You're welcome.
This is Mr. Piennar.
Hey, how are you?
I'm Don Eppes, FBI.
You have a warrant to
look in my security box, huh?
We can get one. Do we have to?
We actually believe your
box may have been burglarized
last night.
(sighs)
It's gone.
Everything's gone.
What was taken?
Off the record?
Okay, sure, off the record.
There might have been
some gold coins in there.
Oh, yeah. How much?
Neighborhood of half a million.
That's a nice neighborhood.
Anyone else know
what you had in there?
No, no. No one.
WALKER: Forgive me for asking...
I'm just trying to figure
out where you're from.
Those coins wouldn't happen
to have been Krugerrands,
would they? And if they were?
Well, I'd just ask
what you were doing
with a half million dollars
in South African gold
coins that can't be traced.
I've said enough.
You...
you'll be hearing from
my lawyer. Gentlemen.
It says Piennar defused
bombs in the second Congo war.
DAVID: Yeah, a mercenary.
That's the kind of gig that
will pay in Krugerrands...
Pure gold, it will exchange
anywhere in the world.
It says here that he
lived in Monaco last.
Then it looks like he fell off
the face of the Earth in 2000.
There's not much
here before '95 either.
You know, if I was
living in Monaco,
I don't think I'd be
doing any heavy lifting.
No...
Krugerrands are a commodity.
There's only ten
dealers in Los Angeles
that will transfer them to cash.
So the Treasury Department
alerted all of them.
And Walker's hunch was right...
All four of them got
deposits for 125 grand each.
None of these dealers have
seen this many in a long time.
Any video on the deposits?
Brinks trucks
delivered each of them.
But it gets stranger.
Each place was
given instructions
to transfer the gold to cash
and then wire the funds
directly to the charities
on the next page.
Habitat for Troubled Kids,
and Give Youth Hope...
Who breaks into a bank,
steals a half a
million in gold coins...
And then donates it to
The Artists for Youth?
Looks like we're dealing with
a real-life Robin Hood here.
DON: Stop Running,
Give Youth Hope,
The Artists for Youth,
Habitat for Troubled Kids...
If we take into account all
the work and the expense...
Never mind the risk... for
only a half a million dollars,
and then he gave it
all away to charity...
We got Charlie
looking for new boxes.
If Piennar is dirty,
maybe Robin Hood's
other victims are, too.
He must've picked
them for a reason.
So, if we figure out the motive,
we can figure out the man?
Hey, Charlie. Don't knock...
Oh... (chuckles) We're
just trying to avoid
getting decapitated
by flying pumpkins.
Your problem seems to outweigh
exploding gourds.
Well, this bank robber broke
into a safety deposit box,
and according to my modeling,
at least two of the
boxes were compromised.
I thought I was
closing in on the two.
You're using a kinematic
model to predict hand path
in point-to-point movements.
I'm trying to make some
adjustments to this program,
but without any help, I'm
sort of hitting a dead end.
Speaking of which,
where's Amita?
I haven't seen her all day.
She wasn't at the
house this morning.
She's busy. You
haven't seen her either?
Isn't she teaching
a class today?
I-I... I don't know,
I don't know.
Of course, this all assumes
that the speed of the
thief was consistent,
that he knew exactly
where he was going.
When it could
have been irregular.
Well, as my own recent
trajectories taught me...
We don't always know
exactly where we're heading.
Hey, speaking of...
Aren't you supposed
to be at the monastery?
You've been spending a
lot of time around here lately.
Yeah. Well, your
model and my life,
they both share the same
problem... too restrictive.
Like your thief...
who knows where I'm
going, how fast I'll get there.
Charlie found two more boxes.
Ali Karimi...
WALKER: Iraqi antique dealer,
left Baghdad in 2001.
Believed to have
stolen antiquities
from the Iraqi National Museum.
Next one's even better.
DAVID: D.J. Rodriguez?
We've been after
this guy for a while.
I thought he was in Mexico.
COLBY: Or the Bahamas
or South America...
Depending on who
you want to believe.
Wherever he is, if
D.J. Rodriguez is in LA,
that's where he's going to stay.
Getting a warrant
for his box is easy,
but Charlie was
right... It was empty.
Yeah. Well, I don't need
Charlie to tell me what's missing...
Either money, drugs, or both.
First, we have a mercenary,
now a drug dealer and a
fence for stolen antiquities.
This Robin Hood is
picky about his victims.
You know, I'd have
an easier time with this
if Amita were around,
you know? Uh-huh.
Because this is more
her area of expertise.
I know, you mentioned that.
Yeah, I could really
use her help on this one.
You want to talk about it?
Is it obvious?
Yeah. What?
She's afraid that when
her parents come into town
next month, that her dad
will have issues with me
not being born in India.
I-I... I feel kind of rejected.
Are you sure it's
you being rejected?
I mean, you know, Charlie,
parents have these ideals,
these perfect
plans for their kids.
What was your perfect plan?
That Don would play
professional baseball,
and that you would help
me start a planning firm.
I never knew that.
Are you disappointed?
No, of course not.
Nah. You guys
help people in ways
I could never have imagined.
Tell that to Mr. Ramanujan.
Charlie, I'm sure of
it, when he meets you,
he will want nothing
more for his daughter.
(clears throat)
I'm not really sure
what I can do to assist
in your investigation.
We believe the person
who broke into the bank
targeted specific
safety deposit boxes.
Have you checked yours recently?
After I heard what happened,
naturally, I went right down.
And what did you find?
Let's just say your
assumptions may be correct.
Listen, if we don't
know what's inside,
there's no way we
can return it to you.
MEGAN: Unless it wasn't yours
to begin with.
We know that you
deal in antiquities.
Agent Reeves, I would
rather lose my money
than answer your question.
This vase was stolen during
the invasion of Baghdad.
Your report says this
is worth $8 million.
To many Iraqis it's
considered priceless.
My colleagues
are elated at the
prospect of its return.
Right, and it just appeared
on your front doorstep?
You have no idea who left
it? No name, no number?
When someone
calls to drop off a vase
that's a mid-fourth
millennium B.C.,
you don't interrogate them.
You say thank you and
ask where the reward money
should be sent.
Reward money?
WOMAN: Twenty percent.
Don't think you're dealing with
your typical felon here, either.
Had me split the cash
between these charities.
I Can Dream Foundation,
Laugh, Concern for Tomorrow,
and Leaders for a Better Now.
Kind of strange, Rodriguez
making a buy here this morning,
and Narco getting
that anonymous tip.
Convenient for D.J. Rodriguez
to be showing his face in L.A.
after all this time.
Well, he wants his stash back,
or whatever they
ripped off from his box.
I'm curious where
the tip came from.
Who knows? Could
be Robin Hood himself.
He's gone after blood money,
he's gone after
the antique dealer.
Maybe this time, the
donation isn't the stash...
What, Rodriguez?
Oh, here they come.
Oh, man, that much hardware...
This isn't a buy, this is a hit.
Colby, you'd better
take them, take them.
(siren wailing)
Drop your weapon!
(siren wailing)
Hey, Eppes,
you ever play polo?
DON: All right, here
we go, giddy up.
Well, that's your sport, Gary.
Boy's out cold.
You're a popular guy, D.J.
Got warrants in three states...
Not including the federal stuff.
Do I look like the kind
that scares easy?
You look like the kind
who's not going to
be voting until 2020...
Unless you come
up with a good story.
I was set up. We know
about the safe deposit box.
Guy who hit you
hit other people, too.
Got any idea who that might be?
A dead man when I find him.
Yeah, well, we both know that
it's gonna be a long time
before you're in the position
to look, so...
Some guy calls me.
Says he's got two
keys of my heroin,
rooster marker to prove it.
Says he wants
to sell it back to me.
Word's out, anyone can
rob from D.J. Rodriguez.
I came in to clear that up.
You thinking
about being up there again? No.
Actually, I'm
staring at a chrysalis.
Oh. The butterfly
that emerges
will in no way
resemble the caterpillar
that it once was.
Be a total stranger to itself.
All it really knows is
that someday it must fly and...
rejoin the dance of life.
You're thinking of
leaving the monastery?
Well, it's been three months
since I returned from
the space station.
Eventually, introspection must,
give way to...
well,
everything else.
Megan Reeves, I
got your message.
Hi, Charlie.
(clears throat)
I wanted to give you these.
Oh, all right.
Stop Running, Give Youth Hope.
Uh, nine charities
that our Robin Hood
has donated to. Uh-huh.
And I can't find a
psychological commonality
(phone rings) between
them. I was hoping
maybe you could find one
of another kind and... Yeah.
I gotta take this.
Miss her?
Megan?
Well, I mean, I
did just see her.
You know what I mean. Well,
she does still make the
phenylethylamine race
through the blood.
How romantic.
Well, one needs more then
a pull of molecules, Charles.
One needs a sense of timing.
Hey, noticeably absent
has been a certain
combinatorics professor.
Is it possible your
own affairs of the heart
have heightened your empathy?
Ah, Larry, love is one
puzzle after another.
You know, in
quantum experiments,
when we change our minds,
we change the
state of matter itself.
How deeply our thoughts
can effect our relationships.
Grayson said that.
He also said that
to make a difference,
you have to move
beyond your own ego,
and open yourself
to the vast intelligence
that surrounds us.
You're right.
About what?
WALKER: “Rob from the rich,
give to the poor.”
Is that what you would call
a delusional personality?
A delusional
personality is often paranoid.
Now, our guy has been
meticulous, calculated.
Right.
Wilshire Division found this
on the doorstep yesterday.
Look at the symbol.
A rooster.
That's Rodriguez's
brand? The Krugerrands,
the vase, Rodriguez,
even his drugs.
I mean, this guy is
keeping nothing for himself.
We've polygraphed all
the employees at the bank.
WALKER: What about him?
They all passed
with flying colors.
I take it you people are
no further along? These things
take time. Which I don't have.
I received this email
45 minutes ago.
"Three secrets out.
"More to come.
Ten million silences me."
Listen, giving into extortion
is a really bad idea.
I'm way beyond
losing clients now,
as well as taking your advice.
Hey, I've been
looking all over for you.
I left you two messages.
I know.
I needed some time to think.
Come here.
I love you.
You know that, right?
But it's always nice to hear it.
We have a great
life ahead of us.
I never meant to put
pressure on you like that.
And as far as your dad goes,
when you're ready,
I'd love to meet him.
Thank you.
I don't know.
Maybe after you win
your Fields Medal.
You really think
I'll win a Fields?
I do.
Why else do you
think I'm with you?
Thought it was for my hair.
Well, there's that, too.
There's something
coming up on your program.
Oh, yeah, hey, look at that.
Uh, I gotta go.
Okay.
Mmm.
Hold that thought. Okay.
Just make sure we get duplicates
out to everyone just in case...
CHARLIE: Hey, hey.
Sorry, I just ran over here.
You can always call, you know.
Uh, well, some of these things
need to be explained
in person. Yeah, like what?
Like the, uh, the
link to your charities.
It's all about machine learning
and recommender systems.
All right?
I've gotten used to
not understanding
what the hell
you're talking about.
It's great to see
you, too, Lieutenant.
Uh, well, just think about
an on-line dating service.
Now, Professor,
what makes you think
that I would be familiar
with a concept like that?
(laughs)
Hypothetically.
You fill out
a personality profile...
gender, height, education...
personal beliefs
like religion, politics...
You also reveal subtle
details about yourself.
These questions
aren't just designed
to look for physical
matches and simple hobbies.
They're highly advanced profiles
that look for intangibles
that will help you
find the perfect mate.
Now, these charities,
they're all local,
and they're all
youth-based in their mission.
So, I had to look for
subtler undercurrents,
and I found that
some of them provided
medical care, or
food or counseling.
But they all provided it
in person
through a common location
called Promises House.
That's a teen runaway center,
that burned down
five years ago. Right.
And it specialized in teen
runaways and abuse victims...
And it provide a
large array of services,
some that these other
charities overlapped.
All right, they'd have
to pick up the slack. So, what
maybe Robin Hood worked there?
I'll get in touch
with the Arson Unit
make 'em pull the original case.
Hey, David and Colby
have been following
Peter Friscia.
Looks like his bank's about
to pay the extortion money.
Don, this guy's definitely
about to make a drop.
Suspect is out on foot.
Pier 44, Dock Bay.
All right, then get out,
and follow, I'm
gonna send an air unit.
All right, let's not burn 'em.
Robin Hood's a pro.
Figure he knows we're
here or what to look for.
He has a walkie...
Must be how
he's getting instructions.
This Robin Hood guy
is definitely coming by
boat. We need to move up.
He sees us, he's
just gonna take off,
and we can't chase
him on the water.
There's no bird overhead yet.
Don, it looks like
our guy's gonna
be coming by
boat. All right, I'll,
I'll call Harbor
Patrol. You guys stay
close, okay?
DAVID: What the
hell is he doing?
I don't know I mean
the ocean's open;
there's no craft approaching.
All right, all agents
move in now.
Let's go. Let's go.
Don't!
Don't!
You... get back!
Put the bag down!
Move! Get back!
Get back!
David, take it. Got it.
He's gone.
And so is the money.
Come on.
ERT found this underwater,
attached to the
other end of the cable.
Spare battery
for an underwater
propulsion device.
Would explain how
he got out of there
before the Coast
Guard found him.
What in the hell?
You know, if he
left it for us, it's, uh,
it's probably worth running.
Hey, what happened out there?
Blew it, Don.
What's with you guys?
I mean, do I need
to split you up?
Is that what's going on?
No, we're good.
Yeah, not with me, you're not.
Get it together, you hear me?
Well, I guess that's
what happens when you
"let these things take care
of themselves." All right, look,
I took your advice,
we'll see if you're right.
Problem's not with your people.
FBI didn't draw your
name out of a hat
to run the violent crime squad.
They expect you to
deal with their problems,
same as you do in the field.
(sighs)
I don't know. Look, you know,
I told you they got
me seeing a therapist.
Who isn't these days?
They've got me working
on, you know, trust issues
and delegating, stuff like that.
I don't know if I'm ready
to be their therapist, too.
I'm not talking about any
kind of touchy-feely crap here!
You're their boss.
They're looking for
somebody to follow.
Well, your guys worship
you, I'll give you that.
If they do, it's 'cause I don't
give a damn if they don't.
Hey, guys, that license plate
came back to a 2002 Mercedes,
registered to an Alex Evans,
happens to be a career arsonist.
Anyone look at him
for Promises House?
He's listed as a
"Person of Interest."
I'd say Robin Hood wants
us to look a little harder.
David and Colby just
went out to rattle his cage.
Did I miss something?
How you doing?
What happened to
your license plate, man?
Don't know.
Kids, probably.
Dad's not interested
in talking to cops.
Yeah, how's he feel about FBI?
(chuckling): Hates
them even more.
How about you tell him to
come on outside anyway?
Man, look...
(groaning)
Who says we're out of sync?
Hey!
What'd my boy do? Misdemeanor
stupidity.
Actually, we came
here to talk to you.
Oh, about what? Promises House.
A week after it burned down,
you were suddenly
flushed with money.
Yeah, enough to buy yourself
a brand-new Mercedes Benz.
In cash.
Now, you wouldn't want
to save us all some
time and just confess
right now, would you?
Yeah, okay.
Have a seat.
DON: He cuts a
deal just like that.
Maybe if he sees himself
as a Robin Hood, this
is like an elaborate ritual
of confession and repentance.
Different build
than the guy I saw.
You know, you look
at his record here,
and this guy just
doesn't have the skills.
No way.
It was a straight contract job.
Single burn point, a small
pipe bomb by the furnace.
All right, so who hired you?
Pete Friscia.
DAVID: The president of
Pacific Westward Bank?
Yeah, and I have proof.
So Friscia used to
run a real estate company
called Hart-Fam Industries.
They developed the
Los Angeles Complex.
This corner here is where
Promises House once stood.
The property on that corner
Friscia sold for $20 million.
He wanted to develop the land.
The city wouldn't
evict runaways,
so he torched
their home.
I'll be with you in a minute.
No, this can't wait.
Excuse us, sir, thank you.
What the hell is this?
Well... (handcuffs clicking)
EVANS (over speaker): I
get fifty now and fifty later.
FRISCIA: Fine, fine,
address is 4011 Hill Street,
place called Promises House.
Now, what does it say about you
that a professional arsonist
tape-recorded the meeting
to protect himself?
Let's go, come on.
You know, Charles,
I'm sensing frustration.
I really think I need
to talk to Amita.
No, no, we're fine.
It's this hand path
prediction model.
It's, it's complete
and yet there's still something
that doesn't make sense to me.
Will you please look at this?
Robin Hood passed up
all these safety deposit
boxes and then hit this one first,
then went back.
You said he was a professional,
so efficiency should
dictate his moves.
Right.
Okay, so you start
with the most expensive item.
Exactly, but he didn't.
He started with the Krugerrands.
The less time you have,
the more efficient
you need to be.
He would have started with a box
that he was certain
he could open fast.
Here, come take a look at these.
Look. The first box,
it has barely any
acetone residue on it.
So maybe he didn't
start with that box
because he was
aware of its contents.
Maybe he started with it
because he was
certain he could open it.
Which would make him
in all probability the owner.
COLBY: Courtesy
of the South African Consulate.
Hmm.
J.W. Piennar... Real
name is Steven Buckley.
What's a reconnaissance
commando?
Basically a Navy SEAL
with the surveillance
skills of an FBI agent.
I mean, if this guy
is our Robin Hood,
breaking into a bank vault
would have been a snap.
Buckley, huh?
So he pulls the heist,
blackmails Friscia,
and then gets him
put away for arson.
But why? And how
would he know that Evans
was going to confess?
DAVID: I can
answer that question.
Treasury Department
just faxed these over.
Looks like we finally
found the $10 million
Robin Hood extorted
from the bank.
DAVID: Central Bahama Trust,
RDP Belgium Bank,
Solomon Islands International.
What's it have to do with me?
I'd say plenty considering
they have about $10 million
of your money.
I already have my deal.
A man going to
jail could get lost,
wind up in solitary
for a very long time.
(chuckles)
You've seen my kid.
He's a freaking idiot.
There's not a chance in hell
he's going to take care of me
in my old age.
So, if someone
offers you $500,000
to tell him who hired you,
another nine-and-a-half
million to confess
and do a six-year bid...
what would you do?
A little stop on your
way out of town?
A lot easier to figure it out
once we knew your real name.
Your brother responded the
night Promises House burned.
That fire made Peter
Friscia a multi-millionaire.
Know what my brother got?
Lungs full of asbestos.
So what, your
family lost a lawsuit
and you decided to hit the bank?
Is that it? A man of your skills
looking for a little payback.
It'd be easy to get
a box at a bank,
do some surveillance.
Maybe find some
other dirty customers,
maybe grab a print off
a glass, say, at the bar.
I mean, we're just
speaking hypothetically.
If I did,
you'd have to know I
wouldn't keep a nickel.
All the money, the effort
would go to nailing Friscia.
And Promises House?
It's what my brother died for.
It would seem right to
keep their work going, eh?
You know, men like me,
men in my profession...
don't have any family.
Rafer, his kids...
I had them instead.
So we hear you might be on
a flight to Venezuela tonight.
You know, if it were me,
I'd stay there a
good long while.
What's going on?
You're letting him go?
Do we have a case?
No.
Do we have other priorities?
Yes.
We might catch some
heat for this, Don.
Ah, don't worry about it.
If anyone catches
any heat, it'll be me.
Yes.
Oh, no, please don't tell
me you're encouraging this.
Don't blame Larry,
this was my idea.
Yeah, your father
thought it would help him
connect with the
younger students.
CHARLIE: Well, then,
what's your excuse?
I don't know.
I just like watching
things explode.
Oh, of course.
Whoa.
What's all that about?
The two great adult
influences in my life
are heading off to
blow up pumpkins.
Um... about my problem earlier.
Uh, I think I might
have a solution.
Yeah, what's that?
My father and your father.
I think that we should
get them together.
Because?
Because...
I haven't seen a Ramanujan
who can say no to an Eppes yet.
Ah... that's a good crew
you got there, Eppes.
That's right.
I think you're right, you know.
When it comes
down to it, I do...
I mean, I got to admit I
want to be their friend.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
Ah, it's up to you, Eppes.
Maybe one of me is enough.
I think it's just...
It's all about
learning how to listen
to their personal problems.
Is that your answer?
That's what I like about
the new generation...
They got an answer
for everything.
Uh-huh.
I don't have an answer for
dating a co-worker, though.
WALKER: Reeves?
You and Reeves? No, no, no, no.
You didn't know I
was dating Liz Warner?
Oh-ho-ho!
Well, you won't find
me throwing any stones
with three ex-wives.
Last one was a sergeant.
Where are you guys off to?
Going to catch a drink.
You guys want to come?
COLBY: This guy's
actually paying,
so we're going to drink
some top-shelf stuff.
Oh, I think you got the
lieutenant's attention
with that one.
Scotch always tastes better
if somebody else is buying.
COLBY: All right.
I'm not paying for you.
DON: I'll come.
I don't think I remember
the last time we did this.
'Cause I don't think
we have. All right, well,
here's to new traditions.
you've seen my life ♪
♪ I look in your eyes
and can only see my... ♪
(alarm blaring)
(key pads beeping)
(beeping)
(alarm stops)
(beeping)
(beeping)
(whooshing)
(alarm blaring)
♪ Tell me where
you've seen my life ♪
♪ You're biting my hands ♪
♪ And knocking me
down to the ground ♪
(keypads beeping)
(alarm stops)
DISPATCHER: Base to
Nora-fifty, we have an alert.
Come on, Johnny, this
is the third time tonight
the alarm has gone off.
Every time the cop's respond,
it's a $500 charge.
The place is secure.
Now, just send someone over
to fix the damn thing already.
(saw buzzing)
DAVID: Dude, what
were you doing out there?
Interviewing a suspect.
What'd it look like?
Like you were late for a
date or something, huh?
Oh, come on now. You're
the one who interrupted me.
What, you didn't
want me to do that?
You gave me the
sign to back off.
I thought you had
something in your eye, man.
The sign to back off is that.
Hey, ladies, the sorority
meeting is right there
in Interrogation.
DON: Hey, what's going on?
Nothing.
You get Tolan to confess?
Uh... no.
DON: Oh, I see.
So you mean literally nothing.
What-what's with these guys?
Remember when the
Who got back together
and decided to go out on tour?
Took them a little while
to get their groove back.
Well, I'd better start
hearing the music soon.
♪ ♪
(saw buzzing)
(beeping)
Don, a possible 2-11 in
progress at Pacific Westward.
What do you mean possible?
The alarm went off four times.
Security guard thought
it was just a malfunction.
Yeah, and? Guard's not
responding on his cell phone or radio.
(siren wailing)
DON: All LAPD units be advised,
FBI en route
one-three-five-six Park Plaza,
Pacific Westward.
Be advised, shut down code
three, we're five blocks out.
What do you say, Gary?
Got to stop meeting
like this, Eppes.
What do you think?
Anything to this?
Place seems quiet.
Can't seem to raise the guard.
DAVID: Check out the work truck
by the open hatch.
City officer says
no one's working
in the area tonight.
All right, I'll take this one.
All clear.
FBI! Don't move!
David! I've got him.
♪ I look in your eyes, I can
only see my own complexion ♪
Clear.
Whoa. Check all this out.
Come on! Give it up!
Only going to make me mad!
Oh, we got a body here.
Still alive.
Fifteen Lincoln, we need a medic
to make entry as soon as
the threat is neutralized.
(grunting)
Next time, listen.
Tear gas!
(explosion)
(coughing)
(explosions)
(coughing)
David? DAVID: He's on the run!
DON: Get a visual.
(coughing) DAVID:
I got nothing, Don.
(coughing)
DAVID: All units, be
advised, we got a runner.
All right.
He said he's gone.
Hey, we're in here
15 minutes, Eppes,
and not a single box has blown.
So, what the hell happened?
It's pretty nice
for a bank, huh?
Hundred grand a year for a box?
Thanks.
Guy we caught is Richard Fisk.
Done some time in
France and in Russia.
What for?
Mostly high-end burglaries.
Museums, art galleries.
And this guy's a real pro.
He's not afraid to do jail time,
and he isn't saying boo.
All right, why don't you
check him out with Interpol?
Okay.
This is Mr. Friscia; he's
the president of the bank.
I'm Don Eppes with the FBI.
Our clientele pays a
premium for discretion.
This type of attention
makes them uncomfortable.
Well, this canister is
military grade, which
makes me uncomfortable.
Well, we'd like to
see a visitor's log
for last 24 hours, okay?
That's not possible.
We don't keep a video
or a signature log.
Well, you need a pass
key to get in, right?
Well, the ID is anonymous.
Our confidentiality
is equivalent to a bank
you might find in
the Cayman Islands.
We're privately owned, so we
don't have to adhere to any FDIC
rules or the U.S.
Bank Secrecy Act.
WALKER: Cayman Islands.
That's where people normally go
if they've got something
to hide.
DON: So, Gare,
no forced entry, huh?
WALKER: No.
FRISCIA: We use
a state-of-the-art
biometric fingerprint system.
No keys.
Only the owner
of the box can open it up.
Well, what if somebody
else somehow did?
There are over 2,000
safe deposit boxes here.
What do you expect me to do?
Bring down customers one by one,
tell them they might
have been robbed?
All right, well, we'll be back
with warrants for the boxes
that were opened, okay?
Excuse me, but
you just said you don't
know which those are.
Yeah, not yet.
Hmm. Shutters at the Beach.
Well, it's a nice place
to be invited for dinner.
Uh, yeah, it's a book party
that my publisher's
throwing for me.
Everyone's getting invites.
Isn't that crazy?
I am so proud of you. Thank you.
Millie said that you cancelled
your lecture next month. Yeah.
Well, it's the same
night as the party, so...
Yeah, but she said she moved it.
And that's the same night
that your parents
are getting into LAX,
and I kind of thought
that'd be more important.
Oh. Well, that's sweet,
but I don't want you
to miss your
lecture just for that.
Well, they're your family.
I want to be there
to welcome them.
What's up?
Hey, guys. Hey. Oh, hey.
Don said you'd be coming by.
Another bank robbery, right?
Private bank. Thousands
of safe deposit boxes,
but we don't know
how the thief got into them
or which boxes he chose.
Oh. Check out these
acetone smears.
It's perfect for a
hand path prediction.
Mm, with an adaptation
of Listing's Law, right?
Whatever that is, that'll do it?
Well, it's no different
than a, uh... a golf swing.
You know, by watching
and analyzing the swing,
we can tell from
the point of impact
where exactly the
ball is going to end up
without even
looking at the fairway.
Now imagine that
the golfer is invisible.
By looking at the
motion of the club
as well as the point of
impact, we can reconstruct
exactly how the
golfer was positioned.
Now, we're using the same
two ideas here: your robber
was moving his hand
around, looking for specific
safe deposit boxes in the dark.
AMITA: Even though
we can't see him,
you know, this model
will help determine
how fast he was moving,
which direction
he was headed in,
and hopefully, what
he was looking at.
Hello. DAVID: Hey,
Lieutenant Walker.
Hey. Those the gloves
that SID found in the tunnel?
Sure are. I thought they
were being processed
by our lab.
So did I.
Someone on your end
forgot to pick them up.
Wait a minute. I
thought you were down
at LAPD headquarters yesterday.
Bag and tag is your department,
right? No, no. Since when?
Did you call...? Gentlemen!
If you don't mind. I ran 'em.
And they're clean on the inside.
Must have worn two sets.
But there's acetate
all over the fingertips.
That how the robber
compromised the system?
COLBY: Those biometric
locks can be defeated.
Once you lift a print,
it's possible to make a mold
out of it and then
fake out the system.
You learn that in spy school?
Discovery Channel.
Right. The robber...
He had to know which
boxes to hit, right?
Yeah, not to mention
access to the owners in order
to lift their fingerprints.
My guess is,
it would be either an
employee or a customer.
Hey, Larry. How are you?
"While being young
"is an accident of time,
youth is a permanent
state of mind."
I totally agree...
and who said that?
Frank Lloyd Wright. Oh, yeah.
Still designing homes
the year he died at age 92.
Does this apply to me?
It's nice to see a late bloomer
in the garden of knowledge.
Thank you.
What the hell was that?
A CalSci tradition.
Every Halloween, the
students drop pumpkins
from the highest
point on campus.
From the roof of the library?
Oh!
Yeah, the tradition
further holds
that the pumpkins be dipped
in liquid nitrogen to
intensify the explosion.
Yeah, well, in that case,
I'm starting a new tradition.
The frightened student dash.
CHARLIE: This is
the square of one...
and, uh...
Oh, you know what?
I'm going to head
off, speak to you later.
So, about earlier...
About earlier...
What was going on earlier?
Come on, don't say "nothing."
I just don't want you
to miss your lecture.
Stromsborg's doing it. Okay?
I mean, he's obviously not me,
but the students
like him just fine.
What, you don't want me to
meet your parents, or something?
Oh, I was joking.
No, Charlie,
of course, I want you
to meet my parents.
I mean, I love you.
It's just that my dad,
you know, he can be a
little difficult about this stuff.
What kind of stuff?
Me and... men,
certain types of men.
This isn't about me
being Jewish, is it?
No. Charlie, no.
But it is about you
not being Indian.
Oh...
That's encouraging.
Um...
I'm kind of sorry I
cancelled my lecture.
Look, Charlie, I really don't
want us to fight about this.
Charlie?
Huh? No, neither do I.
Neither do I.
I just have to find Don.
WALKER: Now, how your
brother was able to figure out
which box was
compromised is beyond me.
Hey, my boy's a
well-oiled machine.
How you doing there?
We're here to see
Mr. Friscia, please.
Charlie is a well-oiled machine.
Wish I could say the same
for the rest of your squad.
Why do you say that?
Sinclair and Granger were
a lot more buttoned-down
last time we worked
together, weren't they?
I guess they're
working some stuff out.
No offense, Eppes,
but you're supposed to
work that stuff out for them.
Oh? How do you
suppose I do that?
You start by knocking
their heads together,
and then you move on from there.
My way is, I give
them enough room,
and, hopefully, things
work out for themselves...
Mr. Piennar is waiting
for you in the vault.
DON: Okay, thanks.
Thank you. WOMAN:
You're welcome.
This is Mr. Piennar.
Hey, how are you?
I'm Don Eppes, FBI.
You have a warrant to
look in my security box, huh?
We can get one. Do we have to?
We actually believe your
box may have been burglarized
last night.
(sighs)
It's gone.
Everything's gone.
What was taken?
Off the record?
Okay, sure, off the record.
There might have been
some gold coins in there.
Oh, yeah. How much?
Neighborhood of half a million.
That's a nice neighborhood.
Anyone else know
what you had in there?
No, no. No one.
WALKER: Forgive me for asking...
I'm just trying to figure
out where you're from.
Those coins wouldn't happen
to have been Krugerrands,
would they? And if they were?
Well, I'd just ask
what you were doing
with a half million dollars
in South African gold
coins that can't be traced.
I've said enough.
You...
you'll be hearing from
my lawyer. Gentlemen.
It says Piennar defused
bombs in the second Congo war.
DAVID: Yeah, a mercenary.
That's the kind of gig that
will pay in Krugerrands...
Pure gold, it will exchange
anywhere in the world.
It says here that he
lived in Monaco last.
Then it looks like he fell off
the face of the Earth in 2000.
There's not much
here before '95 either.
You know, if I was
living in Monaco,
I don't think I'd be
doing any heavy lifting.
No...
Krugerrands are a commodity.
There's only ten
dealers in Los Angeles
that will transfer them to cash.
So the Treasury Department
alerted all of them.
And Walker's hunch was right...
All four of them got
deposits for 125 grand each.
None of these dealers have
seen this many in a long time.
Any video on the deposits?
Brinks trucks
delivered each of them.
But it gets stranger.
Each place was
given instructions
to transfer the gold to cash
and then wire the funds
directly to the charities
on the next page.
Habitat for Troubled Kids,
and Give Youth Hope...
Who breaks into a bank,
steals a half a
million in gold coins...
And then donates it to
The Artists for Youth?
Looks like we're dealing with
a real-life Robin Hood here.
DON: Stop Running,
Give Youth Hope,
The Artists for Youth,
Habitat for Troubled Kids...
If we take into account all
the work and the expense...
Never mind the risk... for
only a half a million dollars,
and then he gave it
all away to charity...
We got Charlie
looking for new boxes.
If Piennar is dirty,
maybe Robin Hood's
other victims are, too.
He must've picked
them for a reason.
So, if we figure out the motive,
we can figure out the man?
Hey, Charlie. Don't knock...
Oh... (chuckles) We're
just trying to avoid
getting decapitated
by flying pumpkins.
Your problem seems to outweigh
exploding gourds.
Well, this bank robber broke
into a safety deposit box,
and according to my modeling,
at least two of the
boxes were compromised.
I thought I was
closing in on the two.
You're using a kinematic
model to predict hand path
in point-to-point movements.
I'm trying to make some
adjustments to this program,
but without any help, I'm
sort of hitting a dead end.
Speaking of which,
where's Amita?
I haven't seen her all day.
She wasn't at the
house this morning.
She's busy. You
haven't seen her either?
Isn't she teaching
a class today?
I-I... I don't know,
I don't know.
Of course, this all assumes
that the speed of the
thief was consistent,
that he knew exactly
where he was going.
When it could
have been irregular.
Well, as my own recent
trajectories taught me...
We don't always know
exactly where we're heading.
Hey, speaking of...
Aren't you supposed
to be at the monastery?
You've been spending a
lot of time around here lately.
Yeah. Well, your
model and my life,
they both share the same
problem... too restrictive.
Like your thief...
who knows where I'm
going, how fast I'll get there.
Charlie found two more boxes.
Ali Karimi...
WALKER: Iraqi antique dealer,
left Baghdad in 2001.
Believed to have
stolen antiquities
from the Iraqi National Museum.
Next one's even better.
DAVID: D.J. Rodriguez?
We've been after
this guy for a while.
I thought he was in Mexico.
COLBY: Or the Bahamas
or South America...
Depending on who
you want to believe.
Wherever he is, if
D.J. Rodriguez is in LA,
that's where he's going to stay.
Getting a warrant
for his box is easy,
but Charlie was
right... It was empty.
Yeah. Well, I don't need
Charlie to tell me what's missing...
Either money, drugs, or both.
First, we have a mercenary,
now a drug dealer and a
fence for stolen antiquities.
This Robin Hood is
picky about his victims.
You know, I'd have
an easier time with this
if Amita were around,
you know? Uh-huh.
Because this is more
her area of expertise.
I know, you mentioned that.
Yeah, I could really
use her help on this one.
You want to talk about it?
Is it obvious?
Yeah. What?
She's afraid that when
her parents come into town
next month, that her dad
will have issues with me
not being born in India.
I-I... I feel kind of rejected.
Are you sure it's
you being rejected?
I mean, you know, Charlie,
parents have these ideals,
these perfect
plans for their kids.
What was your perfect plan?
That Don would play
professional baseball,
and that you would help
me start a planning firm.
I never knew that.
Are you disappointed?
No, of course not.
Nah. You guys
help people in ways
I could never have imagined.
Tell that to Mr. Ramanujan.
Charlie, I'm sure of
it, when he meets you,
he will want nothing
more for his daughter.
(clears throat)
I'm not really sure
what I can do to assist
in your investigation.
We believe the person
who broke into the bank
targeted specific
safety deposit boxes.
Have you checked yours recently?
After I heard what happened,
naturally, I went right down.
And what did you find?
Let's just say your
assumptions may be correct.
Listen, if we don't
know what's inside,
there's no way we
can return it to you.
MEGAN: Unless it wasn't yours
to begin with.
We know that you
deal in antiquities.
Agent Reeves, I would
rather lose my money
than answer your question.
This vase was stolen during
the invasion of Baghdad.
Your report says this
is worth $8 million.
To many Iraqis it's
considered priceless.
My colleagues
are elated at the
prospect of its return.
Right, and it just appeared
on your front doorstep?
You have no idea who left
it? No name, no number?
When someone
calls to drop off a vase
that's a mid-fourth
millennium B.C.,
you don't interrogate them.
You say thank you and
ask where the reward money
should be sent.
Reward money?
WOMAN: Twenty percent.
Don't think you're dealing with
your typical felon here, either.
Had me split the cash
between these charities.
I Can Dream Foundation,
Laugh, Concern for Tomorrow,
and Leaders for a Better Now.
Kind of strange, Rodriguez
making a buy here this morning,
and Narco getting
that anonymous tip.
Convenient for D.J. Rodriguez
to be showing his face in L.A.
after all this time.
Well, he wants his stash back,
or whatever they
ripped off from his box.
I'm curious where
the tip came from.
Who knows? Could
be Robin Hood himself.
He's gone after blood money,
he's gone after
the antique dealer.
Maybe this time, the
donation isn't the stash...
What, Rodriguez?
Oh, here they come.
Oh, man, that much hardware...
This isn't a buy, this is a hit.
Colby, you'd better
take them, take them.
(siren wailing)
Drop your weapon!
(siren wailing)
Hey, Eppes,
you ever play polo?
DON: All right, here
we go, giddy up.
Well, that's your sport, Gary.
Boy's out cold.
You're a popular guy, D.J.
Got warrants in three states...
Not including the federal stuff.
Do I look like the kind
that scares easy?
You look like the kind
who's not going to
be voting until 2020...
Unless you come
up with a good story.
I was set up. We know
about the safe deposit box.
Guy who hit you
hit other people, too.
Got any idea who that might be?
A dead man when I find him.
Yeah, well, we both know that
it's gonna be a long time
before you're in the position
to look, so...
Some guy calls me.
Says he's got two
keys of my heroin,
rooster marker to prove it.
Says he wants
to sell it back to me.
Word's out, anyone can
rob from D.J. Rodriguez.
I came in to clear that up.
You thinking
about being up there again? No.
Actually, I'm
staring at a chrysalis.
Oh. The butterfly
that emerges
will in no way
resemble the caterpillar
that it once was.
Be a total stranger to itself.
All it really knows is
that someday it must fly and...
rejoin the dance of life.
You're thinking of
leaving the monastery?
Well, it's been three months
since I returned from
the space station.
Eventually, introspection must,
give way to...
well,
everything else.
Megan Reeves, I
got your message.
Hi, Charlie.
(clears throat)
I wanted to give you these.
Oh, all right.
Stop Running, Give Youth Hope.
Uh, nine charities
that our Robin Hood
has donated to. Uh-huh.
And I can't find a
psychological commonality
(phone rings) between
them. I was hoping
maybe you could find one
of another kind and... Yeah.
I gotta take this.
Miss her?
Megan?
Well, I mean, I
did just see her.
You know what I mean. Well,
she does still make the
phenylethylamine race
through the blood.
How romantic.
Well, one needs more then
a pull of molecules, Charles.
One needs a sense of timing.
Hey, noticeably absent
has been a certain
combinatorics professor.
Is it possible your
own affairs of the heart
have heightened your empathy?
Ah, Larry, love is one
puzzle after another.
You know, in
quantum experiments,
when we change our minds,
we change the
state of matter itself.
How deeply our thoughts
can effect our relationships.
Grayson said that.
He also said that
to make a difference,
you have to move
beyond your own ego,
and open yourself
to the vast intelligence
that surrounds us.
You're right.
About what?
WALKER: “Rob from the rich,
give to the poor.”
Is that what you would call
a delusional personality?
A delusional
personality is often paranoid.
Now, our guy has been
meticulous, calculated.
Right.
Wilshire Division found this
on the doorstep yesterday.
Look at the symbol.
A rooster.
That's Rodriguez's
brand? The Krugerrands,
the vase, Rodriguez,
even his drugs.
I mean, this guy is
keeping nothing for himself.
We've polygraphed all
the employees at the bank.
WALKER: What about him?
They all passed
with flying colors.
I take it you people are
no further along? These things
take time. Which I don't have.
I received this email
45 minutes ago.
"Three secrets out.
"More to come.
Ten million silences me."
Listen, giving into extortion
is a really bad idea.
I'm way beyond
losing clients now,
as well as taking your advice.
Hey, I've been
looking all over for you.
I left you two messages.
I know.
I needed some time to think.
Come here.
I love you.
You know that, right?
But it's always nice to hear it.
We have a great
life ahead of us.
I never meant to put
pressure on you like that.
And as far as your dad goes,
when you're ready,
I'd love to meet him.
Thank you.
I don't know.
Maybe after you win
your Fields Medal.
You really think
I'll win a Fields?
I do.
Why else do you
think I'm with you?
Thought it was for my hair.
Well, there's that, too.
There's something
coming up on your program.
Oh, yeah, hey, look at that.
Uh, I gotta go.
Okay.
Mmm.
Hold that thought. Okay.
Just make sure we get duplicates
out to everyone just in case...
CHARLIE: Hey, hey.
Sorry, I just ran over here.
You can always call, you know.
Uh, well, some of these things
need to be explained
in person. Yeah, like what?
Like the, uh, the
link to your charities.
It's all about machine learning
and recommender systems.
All right?
I've gotten used to
not understanding
what the hell
you're talking about.
It's great to see
you, too, Lieutenant.
Uh, well, just think about
an on-line dating service.
Now, Professor,
what makes you think
that I would be familiar
with a concept like that?
(laughs)
Hypothetically.
You fill out
a personality profile...
gender, height, education...
personal beliefs
like religion, politics...
You also reveal subtle
details about yourself.
These questions
aren't just designed
to look for physical
matches and simple hobbies.
They're highly advanced profiles
that look for intangibles
that will help you
find the perfect mate.
Now, these charities,
they're all local,
and they're all
youth-based in their mission.
So, I had to look for
subtler undercurrents,
and I found that
some of them provided
medical care, or
food or counseling.
But they all provided it
in person
through a common location
called Promises House.
That's a teen runaway center,
that burned down
five years ago. Right.
And it specialized in teen
runaways and abuse victims...
And it provide a
large array of services,
some that these other
charities overlapped.
All right, they'd have
to pick up the slack. So, what
maybe Robin Hood worked there?
I'll get in touch
with the Arson Unit
make 'em pull the original case.
Hey, David and Colby
have been following
Peter Friscia.
Looks like his bank's about
to pay the extortion money.
Don, this guy's definitely
about to make a drop.
Suspect is out on foot.
Pier 44, Dock Bay.
All right, then get out,
and follow, I'm
gonna send an air unit.
All right, let's not burn 'em.
Robin Hood's a pro.
Figure he knows we're
here or what to look for.
He has a walkie...
Must be how
he's getting instructions.
This Robin Hood guy
is definitely coming by
boat. We need to move up.
He sees us, he's
just gonna take off,
and we can't chase
him on the water.
There's no bird overhead yet.
Don, it looks like
our guy's gonna
be coming by
boat. All right, I'll,
I'll call Harbor
Patrol. You guys stay
close, okay?
DAVID: What the
hell is he doing?
I don't know I mean
the ocean's open;
there's no craft approaching.
All right, all agents
move in now.
Let's go. Let's go.
Don't!
Don't!
You... get back!
Put the bag down!
Move! Get back!
Get back!
David, take it. Got it.
He's gone.
And so is the money.
Come on.
ERT found this underwater,
attached to the
other end of the cable.
Spare battery
for an underwater
propulsion device.
Would explain how
he got out of there
before the Coast
Guard found him.
What in the hell?
You know, if he
left it for us, it's, uh,
it's probably worth running.
Hey, what happened out there?
Blew it, Don.
What's with you guys?
I mean, do I need
to split you up?
Is that what's going on?
No, we're good.
Yeah, not with me, you're not.
Get it together, you hear me?
Well, I guess that's
what happens when you
"let these things take care
of themselves." All right, look,
I took your advice,
we'll see if you're right.
Problem's not with your people.
FBI didn't draw your
name out of a hat
to run the violent crime squad.
They expect you to
deal with their problems,
same as you do in the field.
(sighs)
I don't know. Look, you know,
I told you they got
me seeing a therapist.
Who isn't these days?
They've got me working
on, you know, trust issues
and delegating, stuff like that.
I don't know if I'm ready
to be their therapist, too.
I'm not talking about any
kind of touchy-feely crap here!
You're their boss.
They're looking for
somebody to follow.
Well, your guys worship
you, I'll give you that.
If they do, it's 'cause I don't
give a damn if they don't.
Hey, guys, that license plate
came back to a 2002 Mercedes,
registered to an Alex Evans,
happens to be a career arsonist.
Anyone look at him
for Promises House?
He's listed as a
"Person of Interest."
I'd say Robin Hood wants
us to look a little harder.
David and Colby just
went out to rattle his cage.
Did I miss something?
How you doing?
What happened to
your license plate, man?
Don't know.
Kids, probably.
Dad's not interested
in talking to cops.
Yeah, how's he feel about FBI?
(chuckling): Hates
them even more.
How about you tell him to
come on outside anyway?
Man, look...
(groaning)
Who says we're out of sync?
Hey!
What'd my boy do? Misdemeanor
stupidity.
Actually, we came
here to talk to you.
Oh, about what? Promises House.
A week after it burned down,
you were suddenly
flushed with money.
Yeah, enough to buy yourself
a brand-new Mercedes Benz.
In cash.
Now, you wouldn't want
to save us all some
time and just confess
right now, would you?
Yeah, okay.
Have a seat.
DON: He cuts a
deal just like that.
Maybe if he sees himself
as a Robin Hood, this
is like an elaborate ritual
of confession and repentance.
Different build
than the guy I saw.
You know, you look
at his record here,
and this guy just
doesn't have the skills.
No way.
It was a straight contract job.
Single burn point, a small
pipe bomb by the furnace.
All right, so who hired you?
Pete Friscia.
DAVID: The president of
Pacific Westward Bank?
Yeah, and I have proof.
So Friscia used to
run a real estate company
called Hart-Fam Industries.
They developed the
Los Angeles Complex.
This corner here is where
Promises House once stood.
The property on that corner
Friscia sold for $20 million.
He wanted to develop the land.
The city wouldn't
evict runaways,
so he torched
their home.
I'll be with you in a minute.
No, this can't wait.
Excuse us, sir, thank you.
What the hell is this?
Well... (handcuffs clicking)
EVANS (over speaker): I
get fifty now and fifty later.
FRISCIA: Fine, fine,
address is 4011 Hill Street,
place called Promises House.
Now, what does it say about you
that a professional arsonist
tape-recorded the meeting
to protect himself?
Let's go, come on.
You know, Charles,
I'm sensing frustration.
I really think I need
to talk to Amita.
No, no, we're fine.
It's this hand path
prediction model.
It's, it's complete
and yet there's still something
that doesn't make sense to me.
Will you please look at this?
Robin Hood passed up
all these safety deposit
boxes and then hit this one first,
then went back.
You said he was a professional,
so efficiency should
dictate his moves.
Right.
Okay, so you start
with the most expensive item.
Exactly, but he didn't.
He started with the Krugerrands.
The less time you have,
the more efficient
you need to be.
He would have started with a box
that he was certain
he could open fast.
Here, come take a look at these.
Look. The first box,
it has barely any
acetone residue on it.
So maybe he didn't
start with that box
because he was
aware of its contents.
Maybe he started with it
because he was
certain he could open it.
Which would make him
in all probability the owner.
COLBY: Courtesy
of the South African Consulate.
Hmm.
J.W. Piennar... Real
name is Steven Buckley.
What's a reconnaissance
commando?
Basically a Navy SEAL
with the surveillance
skills of an FBI agent.
I mean, if this guy
is our Robin Hood,
breaking into a bank vault
would have been a snap.
Buckley, huh?
So he pulls the heist,
blackmails Friscia,
and then gets him
put away for arson.
But why? And how
would he know that Evans
was going to confess?
DAVID: I can
answer that question.
Treasury Department
just faxed these over.
Looks like we finally
found the $10 million
Robin Hood extorted
from the bank.
DAVID: Central Bahama Trust,
RDP Belgium Bank,
Solomon Islands International.
What's it have to do with me?
I'd say plenty considering
they have about $10 million
of your money.
I already have my deal.
A man going to
jail could get lost,
wind up in solitary
for a very long time.
(chuckles)
You've seen my kid.
He's a freaking idiot.
There's not a chance in hell
he's going to take care of me
in my old age.
So, if someone
offers you $500,000
to tell him who hired you,
another nine-and-a-half
million to confess
and do a six-year bid...
what would you do?
A little stop on your
way out of town?
A lot easier to figure it out
once we knew your real name.
Your brother responded the
night Promises House burned.
That fire made Peter
Friscia a multi-millionaire.
Know what my brother got?
Lungs full of asbestos.
So what, your
family lost a lawsuit
and you decided to hit the bank?
Is that it? A man of your skills
looking for a little payback.
It'd be easy to get
a box at a bank,
do some surveillance.
Maybe find some
other dirty customers,
maybe grab a print off
a glass, say, at the bar.
I mean, we're just
speaking hypothetically.
If I did,
you'd have to know I
wouldn't keep a nickel.
All the money, the effort
would go to nailing Friscia.
And Promises House?
It's what my brother died for.
It would seem right to
keep their work going, eh?
You know, men like me,
men in my profession...
don't have any family.
Rafer, his kids...
I had them instead.
So we hear you might be on
a flight to Venezuela tonight.
You know, if it were me,
I'd stay there a
good long while.
What's going on?
You're letting him go?
Do we have a case?
No.
Do we have other priorities?
Yes.
We might catch some
heat for this, Don.
Ah, don't worry about it.
If anyone catches
any heat, it'll be me.
Yes.
Oh, no, please don't tell
me you're encouraging this.
Don't blame Larry,
this was my idea.
Yeah, your father
thought it would help him
connect with the
younger students.
CHARLIE: Well, then,
what's your excuse?
I don't know.
I just like watching
things explode.
Oh, of course.
Whoa.
What's all that about?
The two great adult
influences in my life
are heading off to
blow up pumpkins.
Um... about my problem earlier.
Uh, I think I might
have a solution.
Yeah, what's that?
My father and your father.
I think that we should
get them together.
Because?
Because...
I haven't seen a Ramanujan
who can say no to an Eppes yet.
Ah... that's a good crew
you got there, Eppes.
That's right.
I think you're right, you know.
When it comes
down to it, I do...
I mean, I got to admit I
want to be their friend.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
Ah, it's up to you, Eppes.
Maybe one of me is enough.
I think it's just...
It's all about
learning how to listen
to their personal problems.
Is that your answer?
That's what I like about
the new generation...
They got an answer
for everything.
Uh-huh.
I don't have an answer for
dating a co-worker, though.
WALKER: Reeves?
You and Reeves? No, no, no, no.
You didn't know I
was dating Liz Warner?
Oh-ho-ho!
Well, you won't find
me throwing any stones
with three ex-wives.
Last one was a sergeant.
Where are you guys off to?
Going to catch a drink.
You guys want to come?
COLBY: This guy's
actually paying,
so we're going to drink
some top-shelf stuff.
Oh, I think you got the
lieutenant's attention
with that one.
Scotch always tastes better
if somebody else is buying.
COLBY: All right.
I'm not paying for you.
DON: I'll come.
I don't think I remember
the last time we did this.
'Cause I don't think
we have. All right, well,
here's to new traditions.