Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 5, Episode 12 - Jacked - full transcript
Charlie's hacking skills are put to the test when the team tries to rescue hostages on a bus. Meanwhile, Alan chafes at his first experience with the think tank model.
♪ Hey! I ain't freaking,
I ain't faking this ♪
♪ I ain't freaking,
I ain't faking this ♪
♪ I ain't freaking,
I ain't faking this ♪
♪ Shut up and let me go! Hey! ♪
Welcome to Hollywood, folks.
Please, watch your step
when you get up on the bus.
Breaking a leg here
does not mean good luck.
This blows.
At least the hotel
had video games.
You've shot enough
mutants today.
This is going to be
fun. What can you do?
How you doing, buddy?
Put a smile on that face.
Hope your AC's working.
Better in the back.
Nice shirt. I like that.
Hi. Welcome to
Hollywood. Hey. Whoa!
You all right there, buddy?
I said, watch your step.
Little too much partying
last night, huh? Oh, yeah?
What, he got his
whole suitcase in there?
Oh, we're staying
at a hostel downtown.
We don't want anyone
walking away with our stuff.
All right, have a good
time, have a good time.
Put your stuff up
in the racks up top.
Hi. How are you?
♪ I ain't freaking, I
ain't faking this... ♪
I hope you brought your cameras.
The next two hours,
we are gonna be hitting
all the hot spots, people.
♪ Shut up and let me go! Hey! ♪
Sunset Strip, Walk of Fame,
tour of the stars' homes,
and an excursion
down Rodeo Drive,
and that, people, is for
the very attractive lady
in the lavender
sweater in the back.
All right, who's having fun?
Are you having fun?
All right, don't have
too much fun now.
Sit back, relax,
have a beverage...
Is your friend okay?
Yeah, he's fine.
He doesn't like crowds.
DRIVER: to the
Enquirer, old Roy here
gets ten percent. I take checks.
Take a look over
on your right side.
It's our first stop.
It's the world-famous
Kodak Theatre,
home of the Oscars.
Go! All right,
everybody, just stay calm.
Keep your eyes forward.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! And shut up!
Driver, you just keep driving.
Just keep driving.
Do not look at us.
Keep your eyes forward.
My associate is
coming down the aisle.
I want you to put all keys,
wallets, cameras, cell phones,
everything into the bag.
If it's our money
you want, take it.
What? Did I say you could talk?
We don't want your money.
You don't need to do that.
What are you gonna do about it?
You gonna stop me?
Huh? I don't think so.
You shut up. Everybody, shut up!
Do not speak unless
you're spoken to.
All right, driver,
turn off the AC.
Turn up the heat.
And make a next
right down the alley.
♪ ...kiss my lips, now shut
up and let me go! Hey! ♪
DAVID: Dispatcher received
a panic button
call 20 minutes ago
from one of the company's
sightseeing buses.
Now, they radioed the driver.
Guy's not responding.
With a busload full
of missing tourists,
they called us.
Agent Don Eppes,
this is, uh, Len Walsh.
Hey. How you doing?
I've been better.
I'm the head of security
for HollywoodLine Tours.
I really appreciate you coming.
So, what can you tell me?
Nothing really, except,
we've got smart-VIT,
vehicle immobilization
technology.
It's a GPS-based
anti-hijacking software.
Designed to stop a bus remotely.
Right. After 9/11,
we installed it in all
of our buses to
prevent terrorists
from stealing one and
turning it into a weapon.
DAVID: From here, they can
access the bus's onboard computer,
hit the kill switch,
shut it down remotely.
All right, good. So,
how long does this take?
Well, we're ready now.
(beep)
They're on 4th going east.
DON: All right, stay
close now, all right?
LEN: GPS is feeding
us real-time data.
Looks like they're
heading downtown.
Somebody's trying
to make a statement.
They've picked
the perfect place.
You got City Hall,
financial district,
half a dozen schools,
churches, synagogues.
It's max headlines
and casualties.
Let's go. Let's get
everyone moving.
Still heading east,
approaching Union.
MAN: SWAT's here.
My units are rolling.
(beeping)
DON: What have
we got here? I'm in.
SWAT units,
move into position.
Prepare to intercept
at Cahuenga tunnel.
Roger that.
(indistinct radio transmission)
MAN: Stand by.
We're ready to do it.
(computer chirping)
All right, kill it.
(beeping)
COLBY: He's slowing down, Don.
(beeping)
(indistinct radio transmission)
(beep)
What's going on?
Why did it stop?
They've overridden the system.
I'm... I'm locked
out. I can't stop it.
It's picking up speed.
They're gonna blow
right through 'em!
Get the hell out of there!
Go! Go! Back down! Go!
(tires squealing)
(siren blaring)
Colby, you stand
down. SWAT's got it.
(siren blaring)
One of our vehicles has
eyes on the back of the bus.
Switchboard.
There's a guy asking for the
lead agent in charge, line one.
(beep)
This is Eppes. Who's this?
18 hostages.
We want $18 million.
And you can tell that guy next
to you works at the bus company
to call his banker.
You have until 7:00.
That gives us four hours.
Oh, man. Oh, my God.
Oh. What's that smell?
Oh, dear. (sighs)
What is that?
The malodor seems to be
emanating from the dining room.
Yes, yes, yes. Hold
on, hold on. Excuse me.
Ah, no. That's not the only
place it's coming from, Dad.
You smell like...
Cow manure puree?
Uh-huh. I know,
it's, uh... it's bad.
I had to move it inside.
The neighbors were complaining.
The road to progress
is paved with naysayers.
Progress?
I'm doing research
for our think tank.
I read about this
project at MIT. Engineers
added cow manure
to a bucket of charcoal.
The idea was to generate enough
electricity to power a cell
phone for almost a year.
CHARLIE: Well, you
didn't use our blender
to do this, did you?
Oh, Charlie, please.
As much as I applaud
your endeavor here,
I don't think that this
falls within the purview
of our intended enterprise.
Meaning?
Scientific method is
based on theoretical inquiry,
followed by brute
force experimentation.
I fear that we are putting
the laboratory of the ladle
before the
laboratory of the mind.
Yeah, I think if we're
going to improve the world,
we should work from
the ground up, hmm?
You're the team leader,
Charlie? What do you think?
(phone ringing) No? Okay. Sorry.
Hey, Don.
(coughs)
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Okay, now, if we just turn...
COLBY: So, we're
keeping eyes on the bus.
I mean, where is the
guy headed, you know?
Nowhere. It just keeps
looping around downtown.
Right. For what?
I mean, he's smart enough to
beat the bus company's system.
He's got to have something.
Did we figure out how he
overrode the kill switch yet?
I'm waiting on Charlie.
(tires squealing)
AGENT: Southbound on Ivar.
CHARLIE: Based on the analysis,
I'd say they defeated
the anti-hijacking system
the old-fashioned way.
And what's that? They hacked in.
When we installed
smart-VIT on our buses,
we were told that
it was unhackable.
Nothing's unhackable,
and the truth is,
you know, you gave them
the key to the front door
when your tech Jeff
accessed the system.
They were waiting, they tapped
into the bus's onboard computer.
They were ready to
steal the PIN password
with a decryption algorithm.
All right, that's
how they got in.
How did they lock us out?
They changed the password.
They altered the PIN.
Well, the question is:
Can we get back in?
I mean, can we stop the bus?
Yeah. Like I said,
anything can be hacked.
Just let me go talk to Amita.
This is a number theory problem.
Well, you got three
and a half hours.
LEN: Think he can pull it off?
Well, if not, we'll
go to Plan B.
What's that?
I'll let you know when I know.
Don, line one. It's our guy.
All right.
Put on the speaker.
(beep)
This is Eppes.
I see cops in my rear-view.
You really think we
wouldn't follow you?
What's the status of the money?
We're working on it.
Oh, let me guess.
You need more time.
Four hours isn't enough.
Yeah, well, it's a lot of
cash you're asking for.
Let me make one
thing clear, okay?
For every minute past 7:00,
I will kill one hostage.
Of course, the price
per head goes down, too.
If the company wants
to negotiate down to
zero, that's their decision.
DON: Okay, I'll let them know,
but you got to
give me something.
Proof that the
hostages are unharmed?
That's right.
Hold this.
Come here. Come here.
No. Please.
Come here. Talk to him...
Talk to him! Come on.
WOMAN: I've got a son.
Give 'em what they want.
(imitating crying): Give
'em what they want.
You have until 7:00.
(beep)
This guy is reading
from our playbook.
I hope Plan B is good.
You're never gonna believe this.
We've got eyes in the bus.
Oh, yeah?
DON: So, where are
we getting this from?
Miami PD. There's a guy on
the bus named Jack Shuler.
Miami narcotics.
He's on vacation.
DON: He picked
the wrong bus, huh?
Ten minutes ago,
he made a video call
from his cell
phone to his squad,
started streaming a live feed.
Guy's got guts.
Images are degraded.
It's slowing down
facial recognition.
What was that thing
that Charlie did with the...
You remember, the
face in the mirror?
Diffeomorphic matching?
Nice.
I pay attention.
We're using it.
And as soon as we got faces,
we'll run 'em against
fed and local databases.
And obviously, the
bus company, too, right?
So, you're thinking...
(phone buzzes)
someone in this crew
knows more than they should
about the company's
anti-hijacking system?
Everything all right? Yeah.
I'm just supposed to fly
to Denver tomorrow to
meet with the ADIC there.
Well, for what?
Supervisor.
Organized crime unit.
They're looking to fill the post
by the end of the month. Huh?
It's a huge opportunity.
I'm gonna go find
Walsh and let him know
we're gonna need
his company files.
(siren blaring)
This hacker knows
what he's doing.
128-bit encryption key.
He's definitely not
making our lives easy.
Perhaps an application
of Shor's algorithm
might be in order here.
Yeah, that's next
if this doesn't work.
Am I interrupting anything?
Just attempting to rescue
a busload of tourists
being held at gunpoint
by four men
demanding $18 million.
That's all.
Unfortunately, he's not joking.
Clearly, you have
more pressing matters,
but I just wanted to mention
that I stopped by Galuski's
engineering class for a chat,
and, uh, he's on board
with the cow
manure fuel cell idea.
Okay, well, I had a
similarly spirited discussion
with Brecker in astrophysics.
He suggested we better model
our efforts after Paul Davies'
Cosmic Think Tank
at Arizona State.
Well, that's a bit head-
in-the-clouds, don't you think?
What, as opposed
to poo on the table?
Guys, this isn't the time.
DAVID: We got a hit
off your employee database.
Phil Craypo.
Mechanic, terminated
three months ago
for using drugs on the job.
Does he know about
the smart-VIT system?
Man takes buses apart
and then puts
them back together.
He knows enough.
File says you're the
one who fired him.
I fire a lot of people when
they don't do their jobs.
Excuse me.
Uh, this is Caitlin Dawes.
Her fiancé is on the bus.
Jack Shuler.
Works for Miami PD.
Why don't you just tell
us how you found out.
Well, uh, Jack texted me.
He told me he was gonna find
a way to get word to the FBI.
Is he okay?
You know, we
can't really discuss
an open case; I'm sorry.
I understand.
Is there anyone
you can stay with?
Jack and I are on vacation.
We're in L.A. for the day.
We're supposed to get
married this weekend in Vegas.
This morning, I told
him I didn't want to go.
I hate touristy crap.
It's gonna be okay...
(cell phone buzzing)
right? Warner.
Charlie's hacked the hack.
DON: Hey, so...
DAVID: They're heading toward
Van Nuys Airport right now.
WALSH: Escape plan, maybe.
Helicopter, small plane.
DAVID: We have Charlie
on videoconference.
Oh, hey, Charlie, we good?
I'm ready. Just say the word.
Okay, the most direct
route is this access road
right here. If can stop
them there, isolate them,
maybe the snipers
can get a good look.
All right, good, so
tell Colby and King
to meet me there,
all right? Okay.
Charlie, I'll see you later.
Yeah, later.
What are you looking at, huh?
Get up, get up.
Come on. Get him down
here. Get him down here.
Sit down, sit down.
Sit down here.
Sit there.
Keep an eye on him here.
Keep an eye on him.
Looks like David's
hunch was right.
They're coming right to us.
My boys are set.
Snipers are in position.
We're good to go, fellas.
DAVID: Don.
He's on line one.
DON: All right, put it through.
(beep)
Eppes.
Sounds like you're outside.
What, are you
taking a lunch break?
What's on the menu?
Whatever you want.
BUCKLEY: Four
duffel bags, equal splits.
50s and 100s... no marked bills,
no new bills, and no
consecutive serial numbers.
And no little surprises
inside the duffel bags.
Okay, where do you want it?
You'll know soon enough.
(siren blaring)
Okay, here they come.
Any luck, we end
this thing right now.
Okay, I'm in.
COLBY: Don, we got
to hit that kill switch.
Charlie?
We gotta pull the
kill switch, Don.
You better get
out of there. Pull it.
Charlie, pull the switch!
(beeping)
(brakes squeaking)
What are you doing, Eppes?
We need to talk.
No, you need to listen!
(brakes scraping)
BUCKLEY: Back off.
Restart the engine or
you're gonna hear a sound
that you'll never forget.
(woman screaming)
You hear that, huh?
WOMAN: Stop, stop!
Please, no!
How many, Eppes,
huh? Turn around!
How many is acceptable
to you, Eppes, huh?
Two, seven?
Is it gonna be ten?
Zero... we got to take the shot.
We don't have a visual.
Well, give me one minute.
My guys will get thermal.
We don't have a minute.
I don't hear anything...
I don't hear anything!
I'll take that as an answer.
All right! I'm a cop!
SHULER: All right?
I'm worth more to you
than anyone else here.
Take me.
I got one of your own, Eppes.
I got a cop.
Give me back my bus.
Come here.
Just sit down.
We got a cop on
board. You feel safe?
DON: All right, hold on.
Hold on. Let's just relax.
Let's just slow
things down, okay?
You give me my bus,
or I give you a body bag.
DON: Well, it's gonna take
us some time to restart it.
(laughs) I'm not stupid.
No, I know that.
I want those people alive.
You want your money.
We both have a stake.
I just need some time.
How long?
I got to get someone
working on it.
You got an hour.
And so does he.
Hey, where are you going?
To talk to my boss.
You're going to
advise him to pay?
Anything happens
on that bus, it's on me.
I want those 18 people to
go home to their families.
Listen, so do I.
We don't know anything
about these guys.
Say we let the bus
go, you guys pay up.
Who's to guarantee they won't
kill them anyway?
As long as we have
eyes on the bus,
those people have a chance.
And what if this
turns into Waco?
KING: If we're gonna
insert, we're gonna have
to take them out first. DON:
Well, does anyone have a shot?
That's a negative.
No, they got the
heat cranked up,
and low-level jamming
to kill eavesdropping.
So, we're flying blind.
You know, last time,
your brother did some
pretty serious magic
with thermal signatures.
Think he's got anything
in his bag of tricks for this?
So, what do you think?
CHARLIE: I think world
peace has a better chance
at happening in 60 minutes.
It's more like 54.
No pressure.
These guys have
covered their bases here.
They... they have the edge.
We have an edge they don't
know about, Charlie: the video.
CHARLIE: Yeah, that's true.
Maybe I could use a
Voxel-based 3-D capture.
I created a CAD program
for the architecture
department last year.
It allows designers to see
what a space will look like
from different angles,
using different floor plans.
Now, as the observer and
the objects move around,
the CAD algorithm calculates
light, shadow and perspective.
Working backwards,
those same elements
can provide the
exact measurement
of an object's location
down to the millimeter.
So, I could use
the streamed video
and the, uh... the bus
manufacturer's specs,
and I could run a CAD
program on the bus's interior.
So, the bus becomes the room.
And the bad guys,
the furniture in it.
And that algorithm
should give the snipers
the targeting data they need.
All right, do it.
Suppose it's no use asking.
It was a mistake
coming down here.
If I were in your shoes,
I would have done
the same thing.
It's not like I don't
know the drill.
Watching them go out the door,
knowing that may be the
last time you see them.
Two days away
from getting married.
Do you think I'll
ever be a cop's wife?
We're doing everything we can.
KING: Shut out,
no communication.
All we got is this crap video
from this guy's cell phone.
I say, as soon as
Charlie's ready,
we go in and we take him
out. We can't, not till we know
what he's after. He's
got guns on 18 people,
holding us up for
18 million bucks.
What more do you need to know?
I'm with Don on this one.
It doesn't make any sense.
We don't know
what the endgame is.
It always ends the same.
They ask for a
police car, they ask
for a chopper,
escort to the airport.
The longer we wait, the
more time we give them.
We take the shot,
everybody goes home.
Yeah, well, what if they don't?
DON: Look, we're waiting.
We're waiting.
All right, fine,
you make the call.
We all got to live with it.
Yeah, my call.
AMITA: How is it going?
I'm almost there.
You know the situation
is deteriorating, right?
My 3-D capture
will be done in time.
No, I'm talking
about Larry and Alan.
I just saw them nearly
come to blows at the cafe.
Look, I realize that we
have bigger issues right now,
but you do get
that at some point,
you yourself are
gonna have to step in.
They're grown men.
Just because they're
not acting like it...
Means you have to.
Look, Charlie, we both
know that Larry is depressed
about the CERN collider and
the freeze on our Higgs research.
And your dad... well,
he's just being your dad.
Well, I'm not gonna
take sides, Amita.
Who elected me
team leader anyway?
They did.
Don't look at me.
I voted for myself.
(sighs)
Bull's-eye.
All right, I got IDs on
the rest of our crew.
Craypo is the mechanic.
You already know about him.
Our alpha is John Buckley.
He's pulled mostly
high-end robberies,
jewelry store heists, bank jobs.
Next up is
Andrew Hays. Drug-runner.
He worked as a pilot
for the Colombians.
There you go.
There's the airport theory.
And our hacker is Victor Kirov.
Now, he's one of the best.
Aside from being
caught, he's top-notch.
Good news: none of these
guys has a history of violence.
Bad news is there's
always a first time.
Any idea how these
guys are connected?
Well, they're not, Don.
I mean, their arrest records
read like a travelogue,
all over the country.
Haven't been able to find
a common denominator.
With a crew like this,
these guys, they don't
hook up over MySpace.
What about Charlie?
What's he got?
I spoke to him about
five minutes ago.
He told me he was working
out the last of the bugs
on the sniper math.
(phone ringing) Looks
like he figured it out.
I'll call you guys back.
BUCKLEY: Relax, people, relax!
Only a few of you
are going to die today!
Only a few of you!
Yeah, the program's booting up.
We're ready, Don.
All right, let's light them up.
Oh, stop your crying, people!
All right, I got number one.
Sierra Alpha, copy that?
What's your problem?
Huh? No problem, right?
I didn't think so.
Come on.
Sierra Alpha has
the shot on perp #1.
Hey, Don, Don! Yeah, I see him.
Your hour is up.
We just need some more time.
BUCKLEY: Sorry to hear that.
You just want more time to work
whatever angle it is
you're trying to work!
Sierra Charlie has
the shot on perp #2.
That's not true; we just want
to give you what you want.
You're prolonging the situation,
trying to make me think
I am in control,
when actually, I am in control.
Sierra Delta has
the shot on perp #3.
Five minutes,
that's all I'm asking.
Five minutes?
Where is he going?
What are you planning,
Eppes? Sounds to me
like you're getting
ready to insert.
Come on.
We gotta do this, Don.
We gotta go! All right,
Charlie, where we at?
Yeah, he's moving
and I can't get a lock.
BUCKLEY: What
makes you think you can
pull it off, Eppes?
You're blind.
We gotta pull the trigger.
COLBY: We're not there yet.
Unless you're not.
You son of a bitch!
I told you I was
gonna kill a cop.
Well, guess what?!
I'm doubling down!
Grab Mama. Grab her.
Wait, wait, wait!
He's gonna kill her.
He knows what'll happen.
Grab her! Get up!
Get up!
Get up!
Come on, come on, come on.
Charlie?! (woman pleading)
BUCKLEY: Oh, and, uh...
by the way, tell the bus company
that you just got
them a discount!
Wait! I put it up there.
The FBI had
nothing to do with it.
All right, I got him! I got him!
You couldn't help
yourself, could you?!
Guess what?
Sierra Bravo has
the shot on perp #4.
Take the shot. Take the shot.
Take the shot!
Can we get this
off of me, please?!
What happened?
The bus is empty.
What?
No, no, no, no.
W-wait, wait...
(screaming)
They forgot the ground wire.
They're watching us.
Wrong bus, Eppes.
Did you really
think I'd let a cop
sneak video out
right under my nose?
I'm in control now.
See for yourself.
So, tell me what happened.
After they took over the bus,
they made me
drive into this alley.
There was another
bus there waiting,
and that's where they
transferred the passengers.
They knew about
the panic button.
They put that bomb belt on me,
and then they
told me to push it,
told me to send
a distress signal.
They wanted us to follow you.
You know, the only time
we didn't have eyes on them
was those first few minutes.
And they gave me that headset
to radio me instructions.
Right, send us on
a wild-goose chase.
You know, they could
be anywhere by now.
I mean, that guy
totally played us.
Kills a cop.
Trying to tell us he's
in the driver's seat
and can't be stopped.
Don, you made the right call,
I mean, you
could've never known.
If I hadn't called for the shot,
he wouldn't have
pulled the trigger.
You can't be inside
the guy's head.
That's my job.
LIZ: The second bus was stolen
from the company's
repair yard last night.
These guys planned everything.
They didn't plan on a
cop coming on board.
What do I tell his fiancée?
Tell her that he
died, uh, doing his job
and, uh, beyond that...
You want me to do it?
No, I should.
Line one. It's him.
Agent David Sinclair.
Sinclair, where's Eppes?
He's taking a leak.
What do you want?
Well, now that you spent
the past two hours
chasing your tail,
getting a cop killed,
it's time to get
down to business.
You've got 90 minutes.
You said we had till 7:00.
Well, you've lost a hostage
and a half an hour.
He's moving the goalposts.
What now?
We gotta move them back.
Clearly he's keeping
us off balance.
All right, the diversion tactics
and the shifting deadlines
and the threats. It's classic.
It's perfect for an Inverse
Game Theory Analysis.
I think I missed
that day in school.
You play poker? Yeah.
All right, so this
is a poker game.
Two players, each dealt
a finite number of cards
from a finite deck.
Now, just like the FBI has
a finite number of
tools at its disposal;
the kidnappers have a finite
number of bargaining chips.
And right now, they
have the advantage.
You see, they've studied our
procedures and our tendencies.
So, they know our hand.
And they are going
to play accordingly.
However, what they don't know
is that the more they play, the
more they reveal their own game.
Giving us a clearer picture of
their decision-making process.
So, by analyzing the
kidnappers' moves,
modeling their strategy,
you know what, I may
be able to level this game.
Yeah, except this isn't a game.
Look, I've already
lost one hostage, okay?
Next time the phone
rings, I'm doing the talking.
Jack was a hero.
You need to know that.
Maybe someday
that'll make it easier,
but right now...
I can't go back to
that hotel room...
see his things.
I can send someone with you.
Do you think I could just...
stay here
another hour or two
at least until I get
my feet under me.
Yeah, sure.
Sure.
Let me get you some more tea.
Bag this and send it to the lab.
Put a rush on the prints.
It isn't making
sense. What isn't?
The kidnappers' game play.
They're like streaky
poker players,
They go on a run and
then they suddenly go cold.
They're making mistakes
an amateur would make.
Well, maybe we're
overestimating them.
No, we're missing a variable.
Alan, we're just not
getting anywhere.
You don't have to tell
me! We've been having
the same discussion
for the last 20 minutes.
You're not listening. Hey, guys.
Stop it, all right?
It's getting out of hand.
Start acting like
adults, please.
What are you talking
about? We're engaged
in a very substantive
discourse here.
Yeah, about whose
idea makes more sense.
No, no, no, we've been
having a discussion
about the merits of
each other's ideas.
And Alan and I each decided
to concede, and of course,
that became a new
point of contention.
Hey, you know, we could
do a think tank on that.
"Eppes-Fleinhardt Paradox."
"Fleinhardt-Eppes."
Wait a minute...
Did you just trick me into
taking second position?
It's like the time that Bugs
Bunny tricks Daffy Duck
into declaring "duck season"
by declaring "rabbit season."
And then Elmer Fudd
shoots Daffy Duck and
his beak spins around...
It was really very funny.
Am I alone here?
It is a paradox.
What is, Charles?
The kidnappers.
The mistakes they're
making aren't mistakes.
Because they're
making them on purpose.
I gotta go.
Is it me, or did our think tank
just have its first
breakthrough?
I tracked down Jack
Shuler's partner in Miami.
Never heard of
a Caitlin Dawes,
let alone a fiancée.
Real name's Caitlin Rienzi.
Series of collars
for fraud, one of them
an identity theft scheme,
stealing houses from retirees.
The guy running the scam
was our ringleader, Buckley.
She's in on it.
Watching our every move,
stepping out to make calls
to Buckley to keep
him in the loop.
How'd you put it all together?
Most grieving widows
want to get out of here
as fast as they can.
She wanted to stay.
What, so she could see
if we'd pay the ransom?
What do you want to do?
Oh, I think we
should let her stay.
Keep eyes on her.
DAVID: Hey.
I found our crew's connection.
Let me guess: Walsh.
No. Take a look at this.
DAVID: Craypo,
Hays, Kirov, Buckley.
Four years ago,
they were all swept up
in a series of drug raids.
Part of a RICO investigation
of the Cuban cartel.
But they were all
busted in different cities.
And interviewed
at different times.
One of the guys
doing the interviews
was a narcotics detective
TAD'd to the feds.
From Miami PD.
No way. Yeah.
Buckley's the brains, but
Shuler put this crew together.
Shuler's the one
who sent us the video.
He was trying to
stop these guys.
I know, but I'm thinking
maybe he had second thoughts.
You know, Buckley starts
pointing a gun at a woman
small child, maybe the
cop in him comes out.
Yeah, guess again.
I've been struggling
with my own model
of the kidnappers'
strategies here.
These inconsistencies
in their otherwise
high level of play.
And then it occurred to me:
that cheaters only cheat
by making it seem
like they're not cheating.
What do you mean? Well, they
showed us their hand.
But only the cards that
they wanted us to see.
Think about it:
the driver hitting
the panic button, the
obvious route to the airport,
these "mistakes" that we thought
we were capitalizing on...
It was all a cheat.
It was staged.
And they saved the
best show for last.
The video.
(gunshots)
Slow that last part down.
Frame by frame.
COLBY: Look at that. The shots
are out of sync. The
bullet hits are popping
before the gun even fires.
You've got to be kidding me.
Buckley's firing blanks.
And the bullet hits are
fake. DON: Let's go back.
Run it again.
Punch in for me right here.
Down here.
Yeah.
COLBY: There it is.
The tech geek
must have rigged up
these phony blood hits,
and he's triggering
them remotely.
DON: Unbelievable.
You got the streaming
video, murdering of a cop...
These guys put on a
show and we bought it.
So, the girl's in on it, too?
Yeah, they wanted insurance.
Confirmation we
were taking the bait.
At least I don't have a
dead cop on my conscience.
Yeah, but they're still
holding 17 other hostages.
They haven't killed anyone yet,
but that could change if we
don't give them what they want.
CHARLIE: No, I'm
not so sure about that.
I mean, consider the
game they're playing here.
Every single step of the way,
they've demonstrated
a marked inclination
toward nonviolence.
In fact, they've gone out of
their way not to kill anyone.
You're right.
Bomb belt... that was a dud...
And Shuler's death was a fake.
It's consistent with their rap
sheets: no history of violence.
I think that they'd
like us to think
that they're capable
of killing, but...
You don't think they are.
I think illusion's their weapon.
Oh, wait.
You're not seriously
suggesting that we call their bluff.
We can't take that
chance, Charlie.
We don't have to.
The dynamic has shifted here.
They've shown us their cards...
Including the ones
they never wanted us to see.
So we have the edge right now.
(phone ringing)
You ready?
Yeah.
Uh, this is, uh, Len Walsh,
the head of security,
HollywoodLine Tours.
It's about time.
I told Where's Eppes?
The FBI to take a step back.
Oh.
So, um, you're the boss now?
Okay, boss,
there's been a little
change in plans.
I want the money wired to
an account in the Caymans.
I just e-mailed
instructions to your office.
As soon as I get
confirmation Okay.
That the money's been sent,
I will send another message
with the location of the hostages.
Let's just all play nice.
Then we can go home
and let the cop's
family bury a body.
Listen, uh,
how do I know you'll keep
your side of the bargain?
The one thing you can count on
is if I don't get
the money by 6:30,
this kid... No. Oh, please!
Is not going to have a mother.
Shut up!
Shut up!
(crying)
(beep)
All right.
Now we wait.
It's me. I just left the FBI.
Making arrangements
to wire the money.
Uh...
Jack's here.
We'll be at the safe
house in an hour.
You look good for a dead guy.
A share of 17 million
has a healing effect.
What's wrong?
Oh, there's the happy couple.
The bus for Vegas just left.
You want to die
twice in one day?
You're going to tell
us where that bus is.
All right, bus is inside,
same deal as before:
windows are painted,
so we got no visual.
There's three bad guys with guns
on the outside on the perimeter.
COLBY: Looks like Buckley
and the hostages
are still inside the bus.
What's the call, Don?
What are we doing?
All right. We've got
five minutes till the call.
You guys take the rogue guards.
Copy that.
What about Buckley?
I got him.
Yo, give me 20 bucks.
What, are you going
out for cigarettes?
Just give me 20 bucks.
(under breath):
What time is it now?
Watch better be right.
(air hissing)
What the hell?
Turn around.
(dialing)
(phone ringing) 6:30 P.M., Don.
He's calling.
All right, put it through here.
Eppes.
What happened to the
bus guy? Did he get fired?
It's over. You're surrounded.
Kirov?
Hays?
Craypo, where are you?
Come in.
Come in. Come in.
DON: I think it's time you
and I got down to business.
You and me.
Oh, really? Get
down to business?
What the hell do you
think I've been trying to do?!
You got no way out, pal.
I got no way out?
Really?
Well, I think you're wrong.
As a matter of fact,
I know you're wrong.
All right, everybody get up!
Up on your feet. Let's go.
Back up! Get up!
Let's move!
Let's go! Get out!
I have eyes in the
back of my head.
Let's go! Everybody move!
Nice work, Eppes.
You got us a visual.
Stay there! Stay
there! Get down!
Come here, come here, come
here, come here. Right, right here.
Right here! Let's go!
Right in front of me!
Right here! Right here!
No one takes a shot till I say.
Hurry up! Don't move!
I'll shoot you! I'll
shoot you! Come on!
Let's go! Get down!
Back your guys off, Eppes.
Me and her are going
to drive out of here.
No way.
Not going to happen.
Oh, it's going to happen.
How many more people
you want to see die, Eppes?
You're not killing anybody.
Listen up, all of you.
I want you to slowly step away,
one by one. As soon
as you're clear, make
your way to one of us,
and you'll be safe.
Do not walk away! Are you nuts?
Come on. I will shoot
the first person who tries.
He's not going to shoot anybody.
He killed a cop. We saw him.
They dragged him off the bus.
Who? This guy?
Come here. Darius,
bring him in.
That's not... DON:
It's all show, people.
Those are blanks in his gun.
I promise you. Walk away.
He will not hurt you.
Do not... do not walk. Do not...
DON: That's it. Come on.
Walk away. Do not
walk away! Get back.
Come on. There you go.
Don't run! Don't run!
No! No!
Hey! Get back here.
Get back here. Get
back here. No! No!
Todd!
No! No!
I will kill her!
I will kill her! Todd! No!
Get back here!
(groans)
Put that gun down.
I'm warning you
put the gun down.
Why would I put the gun down?
'Cause the longer you
stand there, the odds
are one of these guys are
gonna blow your head off.
Put the gun down!
I'm not...
All right. All right,
I'm putting it down.
DON: Nice and easy.
I'm putting it down.
Put it on the ground, slowly.
Turn around. Put your hands...
All right! All right!
All right! All right! All right!
All right. All right.
All right.
Yep, they're blanks.
Charlie was right.
(sighs)
Hey. Hey.
Liz took off.
Yeah.
Denver.
You think she's
going to take the job?
I don't know. We'll
know soon enough.
I swear I thought I
got that guy killed.
No.
You kept your focus.
You're a good leader.
Nobody died today.
Got to have a little faith.
Yeah.
I'm trying, brother.
Well, looks like I'm
late for the party.
Beer and champagne...
It's a little overkill,
don't you think?
Well, it's symbolic
of Amita's brilliant solution
to the think tank controversy.
Which is?
JPL's looking for
a team to consult
on the next generation
planetary rover.
Key to exploring the
fundamental questions:
How'd the world come to be?
Why are we here?
What's our destiny?
Also critical
to advancements in robotics,
search and rescue missions,
oil and gas exploration,
surgery, I mean, you name it.
Rabbit season/duck season.
Who says you can't have both?
You good with
this? Uh, yes. You?
I like it. This your
idea? That's right.
Appropriate given that
she's the new team leader.
Since when? This afternoon.
I enlisted Brecker and
Galuski in engineering a coup.
So with me and Amita, the
voting majority has spoken.
And wisely, I would say.
Well, here's a toast.
To rabbit season.
To duck season.
I like rabbit season.
Duck season. You want a recount?
Thinking about it. Load up!
(glasses clinking)
♪ I'm ready to stop it ♪
♪ I'm ready to forget ♪
♪ I made my decision... ♪
I ain't faking this ♪
♪ I ain't freaking,
I ain't faking this ♪
♪ I ain't freaking,
I ain't faking this ♪
♪ Shut up and let me go! Hey! ♪
Welcome to Hollywood, folks.
Please, watch your step
when you get up on the bus.
Breaking a leg here
does not mean good luck.
This blows.
At least the hotel
had video games.
You've shot enough
mutants today.
This is going to be
fun. What can you do?
How you doing, buddy?
Put a smile on that face.
Hope your AC's working.
Better in the back.
Nice shirt. I like that.
Hi. Welcome to
Hollywood. Hey. Whoa!
You all right there, buddy?
I said, watch your step.
Little too much partying
last night, huh? Oh, yeah?
What, he got his
whole suitcase in there?
Oh, we're staying
at a hostel downtown.
We don't want anyone
walking away with our stuff.
All right, have a good
time, have a good time.
Put your stuff up
in the racks up top.
Hi. How are you?
♪ I ain't freaking, I
ain't faking this... ♪
I hope you brought your cameras.
The next two hours,
we are gonna be hitting
all the hot spots, people.
♪ Shut up and let me go! Hey! ♪
Sunset Strip, Walk of Fame,
tour of the stars' homes,
and an excursion
down Rodeo Drive,
and that, people, is for
the very attractive lady
in the lavender
sweater in the back.
All right, who's having fun?
Are you having fun?
All right, don't have
too much fun now.
Sit back, relax,
have a beverage...
Is your friend okay?
Yeah, he's fine.
He doesn't like crowds.
DRIVER: to the
Enquirer, old Roy here
gets ten percent. I take checks.
Take a look over
on your right side.
It's our first stop.
It's the world-famous
Kodak Theatre,
home of the Oscars.
Go! All right,
everybody, just stay calm.
Keep your eyes forward.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! And shut up!
Driver, you just keep driving.
Just keep driving.
Do not look at us.
Keep your eyes forward.
My associate is
coming down the aisle.
I want you to put all keys,
wallets, cameras, cell phones,
everything into the bag.
If it's our money
you want, take it.
What? Did I say you could talk?
We don't want your money.
You don't need to do that.
What are you gonna do about it?
You gonna stop me?
Huh? I don't think so.
You shut up. Everybody, shut up!
Do not speak unless
you're spoken to.
All right, driver,
turn off the AC.
Turn up the heat.
And make a next
right down the alley.
♪ ...kiss my lips, now shut
up and let me go! Hey! ♪
DAVID: Dispatcher received
a panic button
call 20 minutes ago
from one of the company's
sightseeing buses.
Now, they radioed the driver.
Guy's not responding.
With a busload full
of missing tourists,
they called us.
Agent Don Eppes,
this is, uh, Len Walsh.
Hey. How you doing?
I've been better.
I'm the head of security
for HollywoodLine Tours.
I really appreciate you coming.
So, what can you tell me?
Nothing really, except,
we've got smart-VIT,
vehicle immobilization
technology.
It's a GPS-based
anti-hijacking software.
Designed to stop a bus remotely.
Right. After 9/11,
we installed it in all
of our buses to
prevent terrorists
from stealing one and
turning it into a weapon.
DAVID: From here, they can
access the bus's onboard computer,
hit the kill switch,
shut it down remotely.
All right, good. So,
how long does this take?
Well, we're ready now.
(beep)
They're on 4th going east.
DON: All right, stay
close now, all right?
LEN: GPS is feeding
us real-time data.
Looks like they're
heading downtown.
Somebody's trying
to make a statement.
They've picked
the perfect place.
You got City Hall,
financial district,
half a dozen schools,
churches, synagogues.
It's max headlines
and casualties.
Let's go. Let's get
everyone moving.
Still heading east,
approaching Union.
MAN: SWAT's here.
My units are rolling.
(beeping)
DON: What have
we got here? I'm in.
SWAT units,
move into position.
Prepare to intercept
at Cahuenga tunnel.
Roger that.
(indistinct radio transmission)
MAN: Stand by.
We're ready to do it.
(computer chirping)
All right, kill it.
(beeping)
COLBY: He's slowing down, Don.
(beeping)
(indistinct radio transmission)
(beep)
What's going on?
Why did it stop?
They've overridden the system.
I'm... I'm locked
out. I can't stop it.
It's picking up speed.
They're gonna blow
right through 'em!
Get the hell out of there!
Go! Go! Back down! Go!
(tires squealing)
(siren blaring)
Colby, you stand
down. SWAT's got it.
(siren blaring)
One of our vehicles has
eyes on the back of the bus.
Switchboard.
There's a guy asking for the
lead agent in charge, line one.
(beep)
This is Eppes. Who's this?
18 hostages.
We want $18 million.
And you can tell that guy next
to you works at the bus company
to call his banker.
You have until 7:00.
That gives us four hours.
Oh, man. Oh, my God.
Oh. What's that smell?
Oh, dear. (sighs)
What is that?
The malodor seems to be
emanating from the dining room.
Yes, yes, yes. Hold
on, hold on. Excuse me.
Ah, no. That's not the only
place it's coming from, Dad.
You smell like...
Cow manure puree?
Uh-huh. I know,
it's, uh... it's bad.
I had to move it inside.
The neighbors were complaining.
The road to progress
is paved with naysayers.
Progress?
I'm doing research
for our think tank.
I read about this
project at MIT. Engineers
added cow manure
to a bucket of charcoal.
The idea was to generate enough
electricity to power a cell
phone for almost a year.
CHARLIE: Well, you
didn't use our blender
to do this, did you?
Oh, Charlie, please.
As much as I applaud
your endeavor here,
I don't think that this
falls within the purview
of our intended enterprise.
Meaning?
Scientific method is
based on theoretical inquiry,
followed by brute
force experimentation.
I fear that we are putting
the laboratory of the ladle
before the
laboratory of the mind.
Yeah, I think if we're
going to improve the world,
we should work from
the ground up, hmm?
You're the team leader,
Charlie? What do you think?
(phone ringing) No? Okay. Sorry.
Hey, Don.
(coughs)
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Okay, now, if we just turn...
COLBY: So, we're
keeping eyes on the bus.
I mean, where is the
guy headed, you know?
Nowhere. It just keeps
looping around downtown.
Right. For what?
I mean, he's smart enough to
beat the bus company's system.
He's got to have something.
Did we figure out how he
overrode the kill switch yet?
I'm waiting on Charlie.
(tires squealing)
AGENT: Southbound on Ivar.
CHARLIE: Based on the analysis,
I'd say they defeated
the anti-hijacking system
the old-fashioned way.
And what's that? They hacked in.
When we installed
smart-VIT on our buses,
we were told that
it was unhackable.
Nothing's unhackable,
and the truth is,
you know, you gave them
the key to the front door
when your tech Jeff
accessed the system.
They were waiting, they tapped
into the bus's onboard computer.
They were ready to
steal the PIN password
with a decryption algorithm.
All right, that's
how they got in.
How did they lock us out?
They changed the password.
They altered the PIN.
Well, the question is:
Can we get back in?
I mean, can we stop the bus?
Yeah. Like I said,
anything can be hacked.
Just let me go talk to Amita.
This is a number theory problem.
Well, you got three
and a half hours.
LEN: Think he can pull it off?
Well, if not, we'll
go to Plan B.
What's that?
I'll let you know when I know.
Don, line one. It's our guy.
All right.
Put on the speaker.
(beep)
This is Eppes.
I see cops in my rear-view.
You really think we
wouldn't follow you?
What's the status of the money?
We're working on it.
Oh, let me guess.
You need more time.
Four hours isn't enough.
Yeah, well, it's a lot of
cash you're asking for.
Let me make one
thing clear, okay?
For every minute past 7:00,
I will kill one hostage.
Of course, the price
per head goes down, too.
If the company wants
to negotiate down to
zero, that's their decision.
DON: Okay, I'll let them know,
but you got to
give me something.
Proof that the
hostages are unharmed?
That's right.
Hold this.
Come here. Come here.
No. Please.
Come here. Talk to him...
Talk to him! Come on.
WOMAN: I've got a son.
Give 'em what they want.
(imitating crying): Give
'em what they want.
You have until 7:00.
(beep)
This guy is reading
from our playbook.
I hope Plan B is good.
You're never gonna believe this.
We've got eyes in the bus.
Oh, yeah?
DON: So, where are
we getting this from?
Miami PD. There's a guy on
the bus named Jack Shuler.
Miami narcotics.
He's on vacation.
DON: He picked
the wrong bus, huh?
Ten minutes ago,
he made a video call
from his cell
phone to his squad,
started streaming a live feed.
Guy's got guts.
Images are degraded.
It's slowing down
facial recognition.
What was that thing
that Charlie did with the...
You remember, the
face in the mirror?
Diffeomorphic matching?
Nice.
I pay attention.
We're using it.
And as soon as we got faces,
we'll run 'em against
fed and local databases.
And obviously, the
bus company, too, right?
So, you're thinking...
(phone buzzes)
someone in this crew
knows more than they should
about the company's
anti-hijacking system?
Everything all right? Yeah.
I'm just supposed to fly
to Denver tomorrow to
meet with the ADIC there.
Well, for what?
Supervisor.
Organized crime unit.
They're looking to fill the post
by the end of the month. Huh?
It's a huge opportunity.
I'm gonna go find
Walsh and let him know
we're gonna need
his company files.
(siren blaring)
This hacker knows
what he's doing.
128-bit encryption key.
He's definitely not
making our lives easy.
Perhaps an application
of Shor's algorithm
might be in order here.
Yeah, that's next
if this doesn't work.
Am I interrupting anything?
Just attempting to rescue
a busload of tourists
being held at gunpoint
by four men
demanding $18 million.
That's all.
Unfortunately, he's not joking.
Clearly, you have
more pressing matters,
but I just wanted to mention
that I stopped by Galuski's
engineering class for a chat,
and, uh, he's on board
with the cow
manure fuel cell idea.
Okay, well, I had a
similarly spirited discussion
with Brecker in astrophysics.
He suggested we better model
our efforts after Paul Davies'
Cosmic Think Tank
at Arizona State.
Well, that's a bit head-
in-the-clouds, don't you think?
What, as opposed
to poo on the table?
Guys, this isn't the time.
DAVID: We got a hit
off your employee database.
Phil Craypo.
Mechanic, terminated
three months ago
for using drugs on the job.
Does he know about
the smart-VIT system?
Man takes buses apart
and then puts
them back together.
He knows enough.
File says you're the
one who fired him.
I fire a lot of people when
they don't do their jobs.
Excuse me.
Uh, this is Caitlin Dawes.
Her fiancé is on the bus.
Jack Shuler.
Works for Miami PD.
Why don't you just tell
us how you found out.
Well, uh, Jack texted me.
He told me he was gonna find
a way to get word to the FBI.
Is he okay?
You know, we
can't really discuss
an open case; I'm sorry.
I understand.
Is there anyone
you can stay with?
Jack and I are on vacation.
We're in L.A. for the day.
We're supposed to get
married this weekend in Vegas.
This morning, I told
him I didn't want to go.
I hate touristy crap.
It's gonna be okay...
(cell phone buzzing)
right? Warner.
Charlie's hacked the hack.
DON: Hey, so...
DAVID: They're heading toward
Van Nuys Airport right now.
WALSH: Escape plan, maybe.
Helicopter, small plane.
DAVID: We have Charlie
on videoconference.
Oh, hey, Charlie, we good?
I'm ready. Just say the word.
Okay, the most direct
route is this access road
right here. If can stop
them there, isolate them,
maybe the snipers
can get a good look.
All right, good, so
tell Colby and King
to meet me there,
all right? Okay.
Charlie, I'll see you later.
Yeah, later.
What are you looking at, huh?
Get up, get up.
Come on. Get him down
here. Get him down here.
Sit down, sit down.
Sit down here.
Sit there.
Keep an eye on him here.
Keep an eye on him.
Looks like David's
hunch was right.
They're coming right to us.
My boys are set.
Snipers are in position.
We're good to go, fellas.
DAVID: Don.
He's on line one.
DON: All right, put it through.
(beep)
Eppes.
Sounds like you're outside.
What, are you
taking a lunch break?
What's on the menu?
Whatever you want.
BUCKLEY: Four
duffel bags, equal splits.
50s and 100s... no marked bills,
no new bills, and no
consecutive serial numbers.
And no little surprises
inside the duffel bags.
Okay, where do you want it?
You'll know soon enough.
(siren blaring)
Okay, here they come.
Any luck, we end
this thing right now.
Okay, I'm in.
COLBY: Don, we got
to hit that kill switch.
Charlie?
We gotta pull the
kill switch, Don.
You better get
out of there. Pull it.
Charlie, pull the switch!
(beeping)
(brakes squeaking)
What are you doing, Eppes?
We need to talk.
No, you need to listen!
(brakes scraping)
BUCKLEY: Back off.
Restart the engine or
you're gonna hear a sound
that you'll never forget.
(woman screaming)
You hear that, huh?
WOMAN: Stop, stop!
Please, no!
How many, Eppes,
huh? Turn around!
How many is acceptable
to you, Eppes, huh?
Two, seven?
Is it gonna be ten?
Zero... we got to take the shot.
We don't have a visual.
Well, give me one minute.
My guys will get thermal.
We don't have a minute.
I don't hear anything...
I don't hear anything!
I'll take that as an answer.
All right! I'm a cop!
SHULER: All right?
I'm worth more to you
than anyone else here.
Take me.
I got one of your own, Eppes.
I got a cop.
Give me back my bus.
Come here.
Just sit down.
We got a cop on
board. You feel safe?
DON: All right, hold on.
Hold on. Let's just relax.
Let's just slow
things down, okay?
You give me my bus,
or I give you a body bag.
DON: Well, it's gonna take
us some time to restart it.
(laughs) I'm not stupid.
No, I know that.
I want those people alive.
You want your money.
We both have a stake.
I just need some time.
How long?
I got to get someone
working on it.
You got an hour.
And so does he.
Hey, where are you going?
To talk to my boss.
You're going to
advise him to pay?
Anything happens
on that bus, it's on me.
I want those 18 people to
go home to their families.
Listen, so do I.
We don't know anything
about these guys.
Say we let the bus
go, you guys pay up.
Who's to guarantee they won't
kill them anyway?
As long as we have
eyes on the bus,
those people have a chance.
And what if this
turns into Waco?
KING: If we're gonna
insert, we're gonna have
to take them out first. DON:
Well, does anyone have a shot?
That's a negative.
No, they got the
heat cranked up,
and low-level jamming
to kill eavesdropping.
So, we're flying blind.
You know, last time,
your brother did some
pretty serious magic
with thermal signatures.
Think he's got anything
in his bag of tricks for this?
So, what do you think?
CHARLIE: I think world
peace has a better chance
at happening in 60 minutes.
It's more like 54.
No pressure.
These guys have
covered their bases here.
They... they have the edge.
We have an edge they don't
know about, Charlie: the video.
CHARLIE: Yeah, that's true.
Maybe I could use a
Voxel-based 3-D capture.
I created a CAD program
for the architecture
department last year.
It allows designers to see
what a space will look like
from different angles,
using different floor plans.
Now, as the observer and
the objects move around,
the CAD algorithm calculates
light, shadow and perspective.
Working backwards,
those same elements
can provide the
exact measurement
of an object's location
down to the millimeter.
So, I could use
the streamed video
and the, uh... the bus
manufacturer's specs,
and I could run a CAD
program on the bus's interior.
So, the bus becomes the room.
And the bad guys,
the furniture in it.
And that algorithm
should give the snipers
the targeting data they need.
All right, do it.
Suppose it's no use asking.
It was a mistake
coming down here.
If I were in your shoes,
I would have done
the same thing.
It's not like I don't
know the drill.
Watching them go out the door,
knowing that may be the
last time you see them.
Two days away
from getting married.
Do you think I'll
ever be a cop's wife?
We're doing everything we can.
KING: Shut out,
no communication.
All we got is this crap video
from this guy's cell phone.
I say, as soon as
Charlie's ready,
we go in and we take him
out. We can't, not till we know
what he's after. He's
got guns on 18 people,
holding us up for
18 million bucks.
What more do you need to know?
I'm with Don on this one.
It doesn't make any sense.
We don't know
what the endgame is.
It always ends the same.
They ask for a
police car, they ask
for a chopper,
escort to the airport.
The longer we wait, the
more time we give them.
We take the shot,
everybody goes home.
Yeah, well, what if they don't?
DON: Look, we're waiting.
We're waiting.
All right, fine,
you make the call.
We all got to live with it.
Yeah, my call.
AMITA: How is it going?
I'm almost there.
You know the situation
is deteriorating, right?
My 3-D capture
will be done in time.
No, I'm talking
about Larry and Alan.
I just saw them nearly
come to blows at the cafe.
Look, I realize that we
have bigger issues right now,
but you do get
that at some point,
you yourself are
gonna have to step in.
They're grown men.
Just because they're
not acting like it...
Means you have to.
Look, Charlie, we both
know that Larry is depressed
about the CERN collider and
the freeze on our Higgs research.
And your dad... well,
he's just being your dad.
Well, I'm not gonna
take sides, Amita.
Who elected me
team leader anyway?
They did.
Don't look at me.
I voted for myself.
(sighs)
Bull's-eye.
All right, I got IDs on
the rest of our crew.
Craypo is the mechanic.
You already know about him.
Our alpha is John Buckley.
He's pulled mostly
high-end robberies,
jewelry store heists, bank jobs.
Next up is
Andrew Hays. Drug-runner.
He worked as a pilot
for the Colombians.
There you go.
There's the airport theory.
And our hacker is Victor Kirov.
Now, he's one of the best.
Aside from being
caught, he's top-notch.
Good news: none of these
guys has a history of violence.
Bad news is there's
always a first time.
Any idea how these
guys are connected?
Well, they're not, Don.
I mean, their arrest records
read like a travelogue,
all over the country.
Haven't been able to find
a common denominator.
With a crew like this,
these guys, they don't
hook up over MySpace.
What about Charlie?
What's he got?
I spoke to him about
five minutes ago.
He told me he was working
out the last of the bugs
on the sniper math.
(phone ringing) Looks
like he figured it out.
I'll call you guys back.
BUCKLEY: Relax, people, relax!
Only a few of you
are going to die today!
Only a few of you!
Yeah, the program's booting up.
We're ready, Don.
All right, let's light them up.
Oh, stop your crying, people!
All right, I got number one.
Sierra Alpha, copy that?
What's your problem?
Huh? No problem, right?
I didn't think so.
Come on.
Sierra Alpha has
the shot on perp #1.
Hey, Don, Don! Yeah, I see him.
Your hour is up.
We just need some more time.
BUCKLEY: Sorry to hear that.
You just want more time to work
whatever angle it is
you're trying to work!
Sierra Charlie has
the shot on perp #2.
That's not true; we just want
to give you what you want.
You're prolonging the situation,
trying to make me think
I am in control,
when actually, I am in control.
Sierra Delta has
the shot on perp #3.
Five minutes,
that's all I'm asking.
Five minutes?
Where is he going?
What are you planning,
Eppes? Sounds to me
like you're getting
ready to insert.
Come on.
We gotta do this, Don.
We gotta go! All right,
Charlie, where we at?
Yeah, he's moving
and I can't get a lock.
BUCKLEY: What
makes you think you can
pull it off, Eppes?
You're blind.
We gotta pull the trigger.
COLBY: We're not there yet.
Unless you're not.
You son of a bitch!
I told you I was
gonna kill a cop.
Well, guess what?!
I'm doubling down!
Grab Mama. Grab her.
Wait, wait, wait!
He's gonna kill her.
He knows what'll happen.
Grab her! Get up!
Get up!
Get up!
Come on, come on, come on.
Charlie?! (woman pleading)
BUCKLEY: Oh, and, uh...
by the way, tell the bus company
that you just got
them a discount!
Wait! I put it up there.
The FBI had
nothing to do with it.
All right, I got him! I got him!
You couldn't help
yourself, could you?!
Guess what?
Sierra Bravo has
the shot on perp #4.
Take the shot. Take the shot.
Take the shot!
Can we get this
off of me, please?!
What happened?
The bus is empty.
What?
No, no, no, no.
W-wait, wait...
(screaming)
They forgot the ground wire.
They're watching us.
Wrong bus, Eppes.
Did you really
think I'd let a cop
sneak video out
right under my nose?
I'm in control now.
See for yourself.
So, tell me what happened.
After they took over the bus,
they made me
drive into this alley.
There was another
bus there waiting,
and that's where they
transferred the passengers.
They knew about
the panic button.
They put that bomb belt on me,
and then they
told me to push it,
told me to send
a distress signal.
They wanted us to follow you.
You know, the only time
we didn't have eyes on them
was those first few minutes.
And they gave me that headset
to radio me instructions.
Right, send us on
a wild-goose chase.
You know, they could
be anywhere by now.
I mean, that guy
totally played us.
Kills a cop.
Trying to tell us he's
in the driver's seat
and can't be stopped.
Don, you made the right call,
I mean, you
could've never known.
If I hadn't called for the shot,
he wouldn't have
pulled the trigger.
You can't be inside
the guy's head.
That's my job.
LIZ: The second bus was stolen
from the company's
repair yard last night.
These guys planned everything.
They didn't plan on a
cop coming on board.
What do I tell his fiancée?
Tell her that he
died, uh, doing his job
and, uh, beyond that...
You want me to do it?
No, I should.
Line one. It's him.
Agent David Sinclair.
Sinclair, where's Eppes?
He's taking a leak.
What do you want?
Well, now that you spent
the past two hours
chasing your tail,
getting a cop killed,
it's time to get
down to business.
You've got 90 minutes.
You said we had till 7:00.
Well, you've lost a hostage
and a half an hour.
He's moving the goalposts.
What now?
We gotta move them back.
Clearly he's keeping
us off balance.
All right, the diversion tactics
and the shifting deadlines
and the threats. It's classic.
It's perfect for an Inverse
Game Theory Analysis.
I think I missed
that day in school.
You play poker? Yeah.
All right, so this
is a poker game.
Two players, each dealt
a finite number of cards
from a finite deck.
Now, just like the FBI has
a finite number of
tools at its disposal;
the kidnappers have a finite
number of bargaining chips.
And right now, they
have the advantage.
You see, they've studied our
procedures and our tendencies.
So, they know our hand.
And they are going
to play accordingly.
However, what they don't know
is that the more they play, the
more they reveal their own game.
Giving us a clearer picture of
their decision-making process.
So, by analyzing the
kidnappers' moves,
modeling their strategy,
you know what, I may
be able to level this game.
Yeah, except this isn't a game.
Look, I've already
lost one hostage, okay?
Next time the phone
rings, I'm doing the talking.
Jack was a hero.
You need to know that.
Maybe someday
that'll make it easier,
but right now...
I can't go back to
that hotel room...
see his things.
I can send someone with you.
Do you think I could just...
stay here
another hour or two
at least until I get
my feet under me.
Yeah, sure.
Sure.
Let me get you some more tea.
Bag this and send it to the lab.
Put a rush on the prints.
It isn't making
sense. What isn't?
The kidnappers' game play.
They're like streaky
poker players,
They go on a run and
then they suddenly go cold.
They're making mistakes
an amateur would make.
Well, maybe we're
overestimating them.
No, we're missing a variable.
Alan, we're just not
getting anywhere.
You don't have to tell
me! We've been having
the same discussion
for the last 20 minutes.
You're not listening. Hey, guys.
Stop it, all right?
It's getting out of hand.
Start acting like
adults, please.
What are you talking
about? We're engaged
in a very substantive
discourse here.
Yeah, about whose
idea makes more sense.
No, no, no, we've been
having a discussion
about the merits of
each other's ideas.
And Alan and I each decided
to concede, and of course,
that became a new
point of contention.
Hey, you know, we could
do a think tank on that.
"Eppes-Fleinhardt Paradox."
"Fleinhardt-Eppes."
Wait a minute...
Did you just trick me into
taking second position?
It's like the time that Bugs
Bunny tricks Daffy Duck
into declaring "duck season"
by declaring "rabbit season."
And then Elmer Fudd
shoots Daffy Duck and
his beak spins around...
It was really very funny.
Am I alone here?
It is a paradox.
What is, Charles?
The kidnappers.
The mistakes they're
making aren't mistakes.
Because they're
making them on purpose.
I gotta go.
Is it me, or did our think tank
just have its first
breakthrough?
I tracked down Jack
Shuler's partner in Miami.
Never heard of
a Caitlin Dawes,
let alone a fiancée.
Real name's Caitlin Rienzi.
Series of collars
for fraud, one of them
an identity theft scheme,
stealing houses from retirees.
The guy running the scam
was our ringleader, Buckley.
She's in on it.
Watching our every move,
stepping out to make calls
to Buckley to keep
him in the loop.
How'd you put it all together?
Most grieving widows
want to get out of here
as fast as they can.
She wanted to stay.
What, so she could see
if we'd pay the ransom?
What do you want to do?
Oh, I think we
should let her stay.
Keep eyes on her.
DAVID: Hey.
I found our crew's connection.
Let me guess: Walsh.
No. Take a look at this.
DAVID: Craypo,
Hays, Kirov, Buckley.
Four years ago,
they were all swept up
in a series of drug raids.
Part of a RICO investigation
of the Cuban cartel.
But they were all
busted in different cities.
And interviewed
at different times.
One of the guys
doing the interviews
was a narcotics detective
TAD'd to the feds.
From Miami PD.
No way. Yeah.
Buckley's the brains, but
Shuler put this crew together.
Shuler's the one
who sent us the video.
He was trying to
stop these guys.
I know, but I'm thinking
maybe he had second thoughts.
You know, Buckley starts
pointing a gun at a woman
small child, maybe the
cop in him comes out.
Yeah, guess again.
I've been struggling
with my own model
of the kidnappers'
strategies here.
These inconsistencies
in their otherwise
high level of play.
And then it occurred to me:
that cheaters only cheat
by making it seem
like they're not cheating.
What do you mean? Well, they
showed us their hand.
But only the cards that
they wanted us to see.
Think about it:
the driver hitting
the panic button, the
obvious route to the airport,
these "mistakes" that we thought
we were capitalizing on...
It was all a cheat.
It was staged.
And they saved the
best show for last.
The video.
(gunshots)
Slow that last part down.
Frame by frame.
COLBY: Look at that. The shots
are out of sync. The
bullet hits are popping
before the gun even fires.
You've got to be kidding me.
Buckley's firing blanks.
And the bullet hits are
fake. DON: Let's go back.
Run it again.
Punch in for me right here.
Down here.
Yeah.
COLBY: There it is.
The tech geek
must have rigged up
these phony blood hits,
and he's triggering
them remotely.
DON: Unbelievable.
You got the streaming
video, murdering of a cop...
These guys put on a
show and we bought it.
So, the girl's in on it, too?
Yeah, they wanted insurance.
Confirmation we
were taking the bait.
At least I don't have a
dead cop on my conscience.
Yeah, but they're still
holding 17 other hostages.
They haven't killed anyone yet,
but that could change if we
don't give them what they want.
CHARLIE: No, I'm
not so sure about that.
I mean, consider the
game they're playing here.
Every single step of the way,
they've demonstrated
a marked inclination
toward nonviolence.
In fact, they've gone out of
their way not to kill anyone.
You're right.
Bomb belt... that was a dud...
And Shuler's death was a fake.
It's consistent with their rap
sheets: no history of violence.
I think that they'd
like us to think
that they're capable
of killing, but...
You don't think they are.
I think illusion's their weapon.
Oh, wait.
You're not seriously
suggesting that we call their bluff.
We can't take that
chance, Charlie.
We don't have to.
The dynamic has shifted here.
They've shown us their cards...
Including the ones
they never wanted us to see.
So we have the edge right now.
(phone ringing)
You ready?
Yeah.
Uh, this is, uh, Len Walsh,
the head of security,
HollywoodLine Tours.
It's about time.
I told Where's Eppes?
The FBI to take a step back.
Oh.
So, um, you're the boss now?
Okay, boss,
there's been a little
change in plans.
I want the money wired to
an account in the Caymans.
I just e-mailed
instructions to your office.
As soon as I get
confirmation Okay.
That the money's been sent,
I will send another message
with the location of the hostages.
Let's just all play nice.
Then we can go home
and let the cop's
family bury a body.
Listen, uh,
how do I know you'll keep
your side of the bargain?
The one thing you can count on
is if I don't get
the money by 6:30,
this kid... No. Oh, please!
Is not going to have a mother.
Shut up!
Shut up!
(crying)
(beep)
All right.
Now we wait.
It's me. I just left the FBI.
Making arrangements
to wire the money.
Uh...
Jack's here.
We'll be at the safe
house in an hour.
You look good for a dead guy.
A share of 17 million
has a healing effect.
What's wrong?
Oh, there's the happy couple.
The bus for Vegas just left.
You want to die
twice in one day?
You're going to tell
us where that bus is.
All right, bus is inside,
same deal as before:
windows are painted,
so we got no visual.
There's three bad guys with guns
on the outside on the perimeter.
COLBY: Looks like Buckley
and the hostages
are still inside the bus.
What's the call, Don?
What are we doing?
All right. We've got
five minutes till the call.
You guys take the rogue guards.
Copy that.
What about Buckley?
I got him.
Yo, give me 20 bucks.
What, are you going
out for cigarettes?
Just give me 20 bucks.
(under breath):
What time is it now?
Watch better be right.
(air hissing)
What the hell?
Turn around.
(dialing)
(phone ringing) 6:30 P.M., Don.
He's calling.
All right, put it through here.
Eppes.
What happened to the
bus guy? Did he get fired?
It's over. You're surrounded.
Kirov?
Hays?
Craypo, where are you?
Come in.
Come in. Come in.
DON: I think it's time you
and I got down to business.
You and me.
Oh, really? Get
down to business?
What the hell do you
think I've been trying to do?!
You got no way out, pal.
I got no way out?
Really?
Well, I think you're wrong.
As a matter of fact,
I know you're wrong.
All right, everybody get up!
Up on your feet. Let's go.
Back up! Get up!
Let's move!
Let's go! Get out!
I have eyes in the
back of my head.
Let's go! Everybody move!
Nice work, Eppes.
You got us a visual.
Stay there! Stay
there! Get down!
Come here, come here, come
here, come here. Right, right here.
Right here! Let's go!
Right in front of me!
Right here! Right here!
No one takes a shot till I say.
Hurry up! Don't move!
I'll shoot you! I'll
shoot you! Come on!
Let's go! Get down!
Back your guys off, Eppes.
Me and her are going
to drive out of here.
No way.
Not going to happen.
Oh, it's going to happen.
How many more people
you want to see die, Eppes?
You're not killing anybody.
Listen up, all of you.
I want you to slowly step away,
one by one. As soon
as you're clear, make
your way to one of us,
and you'll be safe.
Do not walk away! Are you nuts?
Come on. I will shoot
the first person who tries.
He's not going to shoot anybody.
He killed a cop. We saw him.
They dragged him off the bus.
Who? This guy?
Come here. Darius,
bring him in.
That's not... DON:
It's all show, people.
Those are blanks in his gun.
I promise you. Walk away.
He will not hurt you.
Do not... do not walk. Do not...
DON: That's it. Come on.
Walk away. Do not
walk away! Get back.
Come on. There you go.
Don't run! Don't run!
No! No!
Hey! Get back here.
Get back here. Get
back here. No! No!
Todd!
No! No!
I will kill her!
I will kill her! Todd! No!
Get back here!
(groans)
Put that gun down.
I'm warning you
put the gun down.
Why would I put the gun down?
'Cause the longer you
stand there, the odds
are one of these guys are
gonna blow your head off.
Put the gun down!
I'm not...
All right. All right,
I'm putting it down.
DON: Nice and easy.
I'm putting it down.
Put it on the ground, slowly.
Turn around. Put your hands...
All right! All right!
All right! All right! All right!
All right. All right.
All right.
Yep, they're blanks.
Charlie was right.
(sighs)
Hey. Hey.
Liz took off.
Yeah.
Denver.
You think she's
going to take the job?
I don't know. We'll
know soon enough.
I swear I thought I
got that guy killed.
No.
You kept your focus.
You're a good leader.
Nobody died today.
Got to have a little faith.
Yeah.
I'm trying, brother.
Well, looks like I'm
late for the party.
Beer and champagne...
It's a little overkill,
don't you think?
Well, it's symbolic
of Amita's brilliant solution
to the think tank controversy.
Which is?
JPL's looking for
a team to consult
on the next generation
planetary rover.
Key to exploring the
fundamental questions:
How'd the world come to be?
Why are we here?
What's our destiny?
Also critical
to advancements in robotics,
search and rescue missions,
oil and gas exploration,
surgery, I mean, you name it.
Rabbit season/duck season.
Who says you can't have both?
You good with
this? Uh, yes. You?
I like it. This your
idea? That's right.
Appropriate given that
she's the new team leader.
Since when? This afternoon.
I enlisted Brecker and
Galuski in engineering a coup.
So with me and Amita, the
voting majority has spoken.
And wisely, I would say.
Well, here's a toast.
To rabbit season.
To duck season.
I like rabbit season.
Duck season. You want a recount?
Thinking about it. Load up!
(glasses clinking)
♪ I'm ready to stop it ♪
♪ I'm ready to forget ♪
♪ I made my decision... ♪