Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 5, Episode 18 - 12:01 AM - full transcript

(door clanging)

Double-double, no
cheese, grilled onions,

fries and a shake.

That's a hell of a last supper.

Well, Bledsoe,

when it's your turn,
you'll get to pick.

(door shuts)

There a problem?

There's no ketchup.

They always forget the ketchup.

I'll see what I can do, John.



(phone line ringing,
clock ticking)

MAN: FBI, Los Angeles.

Yes, my name is
Dr. Henry Stanley.

I'm a psychiatrist
in Los Angeles.

I have important information.

I believe John Curtis
may be innocent.

(whistle blowing)

Good energy, nice hustle!

Is this tie really necessary?

All aspects of the
game are controlled

by forces: look
sharp, play sharp.

How about this annoying
athletic supporter?

That's for the players, Larry.

Oh.



(blowing whistle)

All right, keep it going!

I want to see you sweat!

Just relax, now.

What's the worst
that can happen?

We lose for the
ten-to-the-23rd time?

It's not losing that worries me.

It's just... What?

Nice form, Peter.

I think there's something
I need to show you.

A cautionary tale
about my coaching.

In the interest of all candor...

CHARLIE: Oh, you never told me

you coached collegiate
basketball before.

Well, it was intramural league.

They did let us play in
the gym here for the finals.

What?! How'd that go?

Are you nuts?!

Uh... they called

the game early
for a science fair.

Yeah, elementary

schoolkids and
their damn dreams.

Are you nuts?!

You're out of your head!

(enraged screaming)

What are you staring at?! Ay.

Guess I won't be leaving
you alone out there.

(buzzer sounds)

Come on in, guys.

All right, gentlemen...
the journey

of a thousand miles
starts with one breath.

If you meet the
Buddha in the lane,

feed him the ball.

Never forget,

you can't step in
the same river twice.

Pete. Coach,

what the hell are
you talking about?

LARRY: I think what Coach Eppes

is trying to say is we all learn
to write in the second grade,

but most of us go on
to do greater things,

so get the hell out
there and decide

if you want to matriculate
or be left behind.

(team shouting)

Get out of here!

Come on!

Phil Jackson?

Bobby Knight.

What are you talking
about? That was cheap.

I just... I'm saying it
was cheap. I disagree.

12% is fine... That
food was terrible.

Okay, well, you
don't blame the waiter.

You get mad at the chef.

Yeah, but he's got all
those knives back there

and my gun's in the car.

(phone ringing) Oh.

Yeah, Eppes.

Did you check his credentials?

(whispering): It's
the Curtis case.

That happens every time

a convict's about to
get executed. Uh-huh.

Evidence surfaces
at the eleventh hour

that's going to exonerate
him, but it never does.

All right, put him through.

Yeah, this is Don Eppes.

DR. STANLEY: I want you to
know I would not be making this call

if I did not believe
in the validity

of what I'm about
to tell you. (rattling)

I have compelling reason to
believe John Curtis is innocent.

All right, Doctor.

Doctor, my ass.

50 bucks says Curtis hired him.

(receiver clicks) Hello?

Hello, Dr. Stanley?

He's gone.

Yeah, he probably got cold feet

when he heard your voice.

John Curtis killed Roger
Webster four years ago.

I helped to write his obit,
and I'm looking forward

to reading Curtis's in
the morning. Yeah, but

the guy's got a few
hours to live, right?

Well, it's going
to take a lot more

than a prank call
to set that guy free.

(phone line ringing)

Hey, David, I need
you to follow up

on a call that just
came through.

DAVID: So, uh, Attila
the Hun or Genghis Khan?

NIKKI: I don't understand.

DAVID: It's a game that
me and Granger play.

If you can go back in time,
kill any bad guy you want,

who would you take
out? (sighs) Both.

No, but you only
have one bullet.

Yeah, but I got a
time machine, right?

So I can just go back and forth,

you know, reload... bop,
bop... ghost 'em both.

(sighs)

I cannot wait for Granger

to get back from
his fishing trip.

(scoffs)

It's a stupid game.

(glass shards crunching)

This blood's still flowing.

This just happened.

Calling it in. (cell
phone beeping)

Uh, rescue unit to
10060 Beverly Drive.

(clattering)

Multiple gunshot wounds.

Victim is critical.

Damn it.

(tires screeching)

Whoa. (automatic gunfire)

(gun firing)

(automatic gunfire resumes)

(tires screeching)

(garbled radio transmission)

ROBIN: I'll catch up.

You okay? DAVID: Yeah.

Opened up on me from over there.

Engine block saved my life.

And the shrink?
He was pronounced

dead on the ride
to the hospital.

Anything with the
security cameras?

Back of a guy's head.

DOT has nothing
else looking this way.

Okay, a psychiatrist
calls to reveal a secret

that might set a killer free,

but before he can,
he's shot to death.

Yeah, I think I saw that movie.

Yeah, how did it end?

This guy gets off
of death row, right,

and he goes on
this killing spree.

Right, I'll go look
for tire tracks.

(sighs)

DON: Liz, what have we got?

Uh, killer definitely
wasn't a junkie.

I can tell you that
much... Left the meds

and the script pads.

Must have cleaned the desk off

'cause there's no
appointment book,

no laptop,

and techs say oil residue
and smudge marks

indicate files and
papers were taken.

You call the hospital?
They sent over

a partial list of patients.

Doc also worked
pro bono for the city

and saw a lot of ex-cons,
so I'm waiting on that list.

Tell Nikki to call if the
DA drags his feet here,

'cause we don't
got a lot of time.

What have you got here?

Forensics is trying to
pull hidden information

off these blank sheets
of paper we found

on the doctor's desk.
What, this is the thing

the lab rats have
been bragging about?

A molecule attaches itself

to the ink of the
underlying paper,

and then I guess a
bunch of other molecules

come join the party.

What does it tell us?

Okay, the papers that
were stolen were lying

on top of this pad and left

traces of ink that we can't see

embedded in the fibers.

Sounds more like
Charlie's world to me.

Exactly.

ROBIN: John Curtis.

Top of the LA food chain.

Ran his own crime family.

Never got his hands dirty...

till he decided to put a bullet

through Roger Webster's head.

Seen around town: best
restaurants, fancy cars.

Claimed to be a contractor
making 150 grand a year.

Boss didn't like being shown up.

Made it a point to go after him.

And then, he went
after one of yours.

Curtis killed Webster.

We had wiretaps on him
24-7, froze his bank accounts.

Finally, he cracked,
made a full confession.

Really? Yeah.

LAPD had a stiff hand in
it, but they got the job done.

It says he never
asked for an appeal?

Bunch of human rights
groups did it for him.

Curtis bragged
about killing Webster.

There's no way
this guy is innocent.

The shrink died for a reason.

What, all of a sudden,
you don't want to work late?

Well, only when it's
a waste of my time.

LIZ: Sorry to pull you

off the court.
CHARLIE: Oh, it's okay.

Tip-off's not for a
few more minutes.

Techs could only get so far.

Well, I can put the
number 13 on my T-shirt.

Doesn't make me Steve Nash.

Basketball analogy. I get it.

I can clean this up...
It's just a question

of Gaussian filtering and OCR.

All right, Coach.

Let's hear the play.

Okay, imagine a
rainbow which is formed

when a beam of white light

passes through drops
of rainwater in the air

and is refracted or bent.

Each color is separated
into its components,

but when the
moisture evaporates,

so does the rainbow.

My algorithm acts
like the raindrops

by separating the
ink on this paper

into its various components...
Or shades of gray.

Now, I can get going on
this right after the game.

John Curtis is going to
be executed at midnight.

This might help
prove his innocence.

Or I, uh...

I can do it now.

ALAN: Hey, sorry I'm late.

I just got the scouting report
on our opponent's team.

Now, the good news is,

they're the worst team
in their conference.

And... and the bad
news is that, uh,

compared to us,
they're, uh, great.

Uh...

what are you doing now?

Gaussian filtering.

What play is that?

It's kind of like a rainbow.

Rainbow? Mm-hmm.

Oh... oh, you mean
the rainbow jumper?

Larry Bird used
to shoot that way.

Hey, listen, don't leave
Larry alone out there.

All right.

I don't think I've ever
seen you like this.

Oh, please, you've
killed more people

in the line of duty
than Wyatt Earp.

Yeah, well, that's
a little different.

How you doing?

Oh, what, so it's
okay for you to decide,

but not for 12 of your peers?
What are you talking about?

Robin, I had no choice.

"Choice" is the operative
word here... I had to.

So, Don Eppes knows
better than everyone else?

No, look, one is to save a life.

The other is, uh...

it's state-sponsored revenge.

Good Book says,
"An eye for an eye."

Ask your rabbi about that one.

Well, it's funny...
I actually did.

You know, there's a
misconception about that.

It was about money; it
wasn't about punishment.

I mean, I can have a car
take you home, if you want.

(alarm blaring) Man,
I'm not carrying anything.

Hey, don't touch me, man.

We got a problem here? Do we...

Hey. Get your hands off me, man!

(grunting)

I'm cool.

You don't seem very cool.

Check this out for me.

You got anything on you?

No. Really?

Julien Curtis.

John's son... he
doesn't have a record.

Yet.

I'm here to say good-bye
to my dad, okay?

I'm not carrying.

All right, relax.

I got three inches of
a knife blade in me.

When I was 12, a drug
dealer came looking

for my old man, and
I didn't give him up.

DON: All right, fine.

Just take it easy.

(whistle blows)

(cheering)

Hands up! Hands up!

LARRY: Stop him now! Stop him!

There you go!

LARRY: Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Match up defense.

CHARLIE: The computer's
processing my algorithm,

but I've noticed our
model for the defense

based on the Speedsters'
strength just isn't working,

so I'm thinking we have
corrupt data, Lawrence.

I don't think it's the data,
Charles. All right, we got it...

We just need to give
it some more time.

The match up defense works.

Uh, apparently not too well.

While I agree we are presently
getting our asteroids kicked,

I think if you were here,
you'd see that-that panic

is not the right
course of action!

Oh, come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Get back down here!
Get back down here!

Larry, I-I need to call Liz.

I'll be there in five.

(Larry groans)

(beep)

NIKKI: There were no witnesses
to Roger Webster's murder.

Forensics found skin
under his nails that

didn't match Curtis's.

Samples of blood
were A-positive.

Curtis was O.

According to this,
eyewitnesses disagreed

on the color of the car

seen near the reservoir

where Webster's body was found.

One saw a black Rover,
one saw a navy Rover.

And which color was Curtis's?

He drove a green Escalade.

So how did they
convict this guy?

His confession.

Webster was coming
out of work late.

I waited in the garage.

Oh, by the way, your
security over there sucks.

Anyway, I took him at gunpoint
up to the Hollywood Reservoir.

But you know that.

That's where you found the body.

When we got up there,

I shot him in the
back of the head.

He fell out of the
car onto the ground.

He was still breathing, so I...

I kicked him in the
head to keep him quiet.

After that, he was
pretty much dead.

NIKKI: Okay, I would
have voted guilty, too.

It could be a 51-50?

No, the shrink okayed him.

He's right as rain.

Yeah, still,

with no real hard evidence

linking Curtis to
the crime scene,

if he didn't confess,
he would have walked.

Yeah.

LARRY: Get the ball
and shut up... now!

Man open! Man open!

(yells) All right, easy.

ALAN: Easy easy.
Defense, defense.

Remember de...? Pick
him up! Pick him up! Ooh.

Hey, Ref, call it
both ways, Zebra!

What are you having,
an ocular eclipse?

CHARLIE: Take it easy, Larry.

Come on! Fill the
lane! Fill the lane!

You know what? Time out, Ref.

(blows whistle) Time out!

Cal Sci.

Come on, get in here, guys.

All right, now listen to me.

We're still in this thing.

We just need to
stick to the math.

Now, Pete, the angle
of your jump shot

is off the optimal trajectory,

so I need you to work
on that, and J.J., man,

you're running the
isosceles set way too high.

So, focus for me, all
right? Now, get out there!

(whistle blows)

Let's go! (sighs)

Blue Eagle Motion
with relativity.

Uh, no, no. 3-2 pi motion.

No. They will expect that.

How can they expect
it? We just made it up.

ALAN: Would you
call something already?

Blue Eagle, uh, uh, whatever.

Bad time?

Yeah. Uh, no. Here.

This is as much as I could do.

All the information's there.

You just need to sort
through it, all right?

Now, show some hustle.

Grab the rebound! Ooh!

MAN: Nice legs, Counselor.

Want to come
check out my briefs?

(chuckles) Don't. It
only encourages them.

You're not used
to this, are you?

I can handle it.

(buzzer sounds)

Agent Eppes.

Miss Brooks.

Welcome.

DON: So, a man
called me tonight.

Told me he could
prove you were innocent.

And you believe him?

Well, he died before
I could find out.

But your gut tells
you otherwise.

Your confession
told me otherwise.

(sighs)

U.S. Attorney's office.

I get it.

You and Webster.

Long lunches at the Biltmore.

The more you talk, the
closer to death you get.

You know what four years
of solitary teaches a man?

What's that?

There are things

far worse than death.

So, this guy's name
was Dr. Henry Stanley.

Means nothing to me.

Would you like me
to tell you again?

Maybe I can clear
your conscience?

I did it.

I killed Webster.

Quicker 12:01 comes, the better.

I agree.

I regret nothing.

I went home, took a bath

and had a nice meal.

There's something
about this confession...

The results of the tire tracks

from outside Stanley's
office came back.

Get a load of this. That matches

a Dodge Charger,
'09, just like you drive.

I have an alibi.

I was with you.

You see,

here-here's where Granger
would say something like,

"Well, don't count on me
testifying for you in court."

You talk about him a lot.

Don't you have a girl you
should be talking about instead?

Hey, thing is, this car...

Weight distribution,

axle differential... It
really is a police model.

You're saying a cop shot at me?

No. I'm saying a cop was
there and left in a hurry.

Hey, you guys.

How was the game?

As good as they are at math,

that's how bad Larry
and Charlie are at hoops.

(computer trills)

LIZ: So, Charlie was
able to decipher it,

but what a mess, huh?

Some of these look like notes.

Could be patient names.

It's gonna take a while to
untangle them and run them all.

"A while" is a luxury
Curtis does not have.

LARRY: Get the ball!

All right, pack line defense.

Oh! Hey! (whistle blows)

Ref, that was
flagrant. (blows whistle)

Get off the court, or I'm
giving you a technical.

You are as dense
as a black hole.

What did you call me?

Your gravitational
field is so dense,

electromagnetic radiation
could not possibly escape.

(blows whistle) (groans)

Technical. Cal Sci coach.

What did I say? Calm down.

All I did was call
him a black hole.

You called him a black hole?

I thought doctors
played golf all day.

This shrink must have
seen about 50 clients a week.

All right, next.

Uh, Steve Olin.

(typing)

(computer trills)

Ooh.

Not unless being ugly's a crime.

(laughs)

Next.

Uh, John Rho.

(typing)

How come everyone
in LA sees a shrink?

Ever try finding a
parking spot at lunchtime?

Good point.

Okay, Charles Rollins.

(typing)

LIZ: Hmm.

Things just got
more interesting.

Our doctor had an appointment

with Rollins the day he died.

NIKKI: Yeah. Assault,
assault, assault.

Manslaughter.

Finally. How?

Shot a man to death.

Says he was released last week.

Hey, what's that next to
Rollins' name up there?

Uh, Danny Hill.

(typing)

Hey that's not
on the client list.

(sighs)

Hey, check this out.

Arresting detective

in the Curtis case
was Danielle Hill.

(typing)

Maybe she was the one outside

the shrink's office.

Stanley wanted to talk
to her about something.

Let's find out what.

That's Tony Wolf,

Curtis's attorney.

Hey, Tony.

How you doing? (mutters)

Ooh. Look, if Curtis is working

some angle here, I
want to know about it.

Look, I didn't ask to
come here, all right?

And yet, here you are.

Anti-capital
punishment groups...

looking for that
last-minute reprieve.

Put me on retainer years ago.

I should have said no
years ago, but, you know.

DON: And give up

all those appeals,
all that money?

(chuckles) Not enough for
having to deal with Curtis.

I interviewed

his family once
without his permission.

I found a bullet in my
mailbox the next day.

ROBIN: Okay, look, I'm not

asking you to break
any client-attorney oath,

but did Curtis ever
give you any reason

to believe that he was innocent?

Screw the oath.

Curtis is a killer, all right?

He told me about stuff he did.

One time he put

an ice pick through a guy's...

Yeah. Everybody's
better with him gone.

He did kill Roger?

Well, you were there.

He confessed, right?

Textbook.

(crowd chatter)

(hip-hop plays)

♪ I told 'em... we
was gettin' out ♪

♪ Yeah, we be
riding and rolling ♪

♪ Oh, baby, just got paid ♪

♪ Stand by for
the rolling roll ♪

♪ Rolling in the USA ♪

♪ Ooh, yeah, who
cares where I'm going? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Stand by for
the rolling roll ♪

♪ Rolling in the USA ♪

♪ Woke up, stretched this
morning like yeah, man ♪

♪ Two-seater looking
sleeker than an airplane ♪

♪ If you roll you roll,
and I don't care, man ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh, yeah, who
cares where I'm going? ♪

♪ ♪

CHARLIE: Swing around!

(cheering) CHARLIE:
Call the double team.

Is this the defense?

Watch the elbow.
That's an elbow, Ref.

Charlie, I want
to... No, not now.

Hey, hands up!

Terry? Terry,
increase your volume.

Curtis's confession, okay...
It could prove his innocence,

but FBI techs, they can't
make heads or tails of it.

Okay, that's because your
techs are analyzing his confession

for stress points
and inconsistencies.

Hey, how many steps
you going to allow him?

Five? Six? N plus three?

Okay. All right, and-and
they should be doing what?

The key is to compare
Curtis's statement

against other auditory
examples from his past

to look for irregularities
in the speech pattern.

That's a pentagon,

and I'm asking for
an equilateral triangle.

Imagine I'm a basketball player?

All right. All right.

In order for a shooter to
have an effective jump shot,

you need three
elements to work as one...

His arm needs to
be in an L position,

his knees must bend,

and the shooter's hand
has to follow through.

All these components combine

to put the proper arc
and rotation on the ball,

ensuring it'll go through
the net if done correctly.

But it one part fails,
the shot does, too.

In a similar fashion,
our voice is made up

of three essential parts...

Cognitive, emotional
and physiological.

When we tell the truth,

they work in harmony,
but when we lie...

They break down. Exactly.

I won't be able to determine
with 100% accuracy,

but I should be able
to pinpoint irregularities

in Curtis's speech pattern,

if they exist.

Thanks. Hey!

D up, Wang.

(panting)

(grunting)

Ah...

genuine imitation
Gucci shoes walking.

Must be the marshals.

FBI. But nice outfit.

Hey, I remember when I wasn't

allowed to dress myself either.

That's funny. LIZ:
So, you made a case

against John Curtis
four years ago.

I'm looking forward to tonight.

Is that why you guys are here?

Oh, brother.

Don't tell me, now that it's

dying time, he's saying
I forced his confession.

Tire tracks.

Dodge Charger, just
like the model you drive.

Yeah, we found them outside

of Dr. Henry
Stanley's office earlier.

Don't you guys
have the same ride?

LIZ: Our name wasn't listed

on a dead doctor's legal pad

next to an ex-con named Rollins.

Circled.

Mm... I was after him.

Who? Big

Chucky Rollins.

I just put that fat slob away

and the judge overturned
his conviction two weeks ago.

LIZ: What'd the

doc want with you?

Chucky was probably
complaining about me.

I've been all over his ass
since he got out of prison.

Any idea where we can find him?

McDonald's, Burger
King, a trough.

I swear, that guy can't
go an hour without eating.

LAPD got a tip Big
Chucky's been crashing here.

This guy must be 350
pounds soaking wet.

Hard to believe he could
fall off anyone's radar.

Yeah.

(giggles) Oh, yeah.

Ooh...

FBI.

Hands where I can see 'em.
I want to see some hands.

(women gasping)

Come and get me.

Listen, big guy, don't
make me shoot you, okay?

You can't shoot me, I'm unarmed.

Good point.

Cover me.

(growls)

(grunting)

(chuckling): Bring on the pain.

Not so tough now, are you?

I went to see the talking
doc like I'm supposed to...

Part of my parole agreement.

And when you left him?

He was most definitely alive.

You were the last
patient he saw today.

Marge Simpson, let's
get something straight.

I was there to save
a life, not take one.

What are you talking about?

John Curtis didn't
kill no lawyer.

I was with him that night.

That's a little convenient...

You coming in at the
bottom of the ninth.

Where were you at his trial?

Boss told me to get, so I did.

He told you to let him dangle?

Oh, Chucky, you're full of it.

You know what
Curtis is capable of?

You don't question his orders.

The man was not within a
mile of that lawyer that night.

I can't figure this out.

I say scam.

Curtis pulls a murder,

knows he's going to
get caught eventually,

so he confesses,
does four years,

and now he's
planning on skating.

Small price to pay
for killing a man.

That's a pretty shaky game plan.

Big Chucky can sign a sworn
statement, pass a polygraph,

but as long as Curtis
sticks to his confession,

no judge is going to
give a stay of execution.

So do you think his
confession's legit?

I think we have a murder
to solve... Stanley's...

And if the key to that
is Curtis's confession,

then we have to keep on digging.

(cheering and applause)

LARRY: Stop that guy.

(exasperated laugh)

(buzzer sounds)

Oh, hey, hey, guys,
hey, smile, smile.

It's going to be all right.

Hey, Larry, I'm sorry.
It's just this case.

No, listen, a man's life
hangs in the balance,

and this was all just
an experiment of sorts.

Well, thank you
for understanding.

Um, listen, I know
things are rough out there,

but I think in the second
half, we have a real good shot.

I mean, we just got
to... Okay, sounds good.

Where are you going? Well,

in the words of
Douglas MacArthur...

You shall return?
Americans never quit.

That's not helpful.

(speed-dials cell phone)

Larry's never
abandoned me before.

Well, you did leave
him first, you know.

Um, so, so, what now?

I got to get back to my
office. Wait a minute.

Who's going to coach
the team, Charlie?

Nuh-uh. No.

An innocent man may die
tonight unless you blow this whistle.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(blows whistle)

Okay, uh... who
among you is familiar

with the old Indiana weave?

All right, so what
am I looking at here?

CHARLIE: All right,
see those wavy lines?

They indicate Curtis's
habitual speech pattern.

Okay, so they're
all over the place.

Meaning that he
wasn't completely honest

in his confession.

What, like it was forced?

Not necessarily. You
see, these emotive factors

are more indicative of
someone under duress.

Like someone was beating him

with a phone book? No, no,

if that were the case, there'd
be more internal pressure.

Fear or anger would
show up on my results.

All right.

Thanks, Charlie.

So?

Well, I mean, you're
not going to like this,

but he says the
confession is bull.

Your brother doesn't
use the word "bull."

You're right, he was rambling on

about emotive
factors or something,

but that was the gist of it.

He can prove this?

Mathematically.

I mean, is that good
enough for you?

Forget me. How about
the Supreme Court, Don?

Robin, look,

it says right here the guy
was convicted on partial DNA.

I was there, and with his
confession, it became 100%.

If the confession is a lie...

You're going to need

a lot more than the
genius of Charlie Eppes

to set this guy free.

You're going to
need hard evidence.

You're that convinced
that he's guilty?

You're that convinced
that he's innocent?

How many times do I have
to tell you I killed the man?

DON: What, you couldn't

put up with the
nightmares all of a sudden?

I couldn't deal
with Webster's son

on TV, begging for
someone to find his father.

DON: And that's
enough for you to give up

the whole life... The
babes, the cars, all that?

You ever see a
James Cagney movie

where he plays an old gangster?

You know why?

There's no such thing.

If I would've kept
going at the rate

I was going, I would have

ended up in the street
dead somewhere.

I've heard enough.

Hey, Brooks, Brooks.

Come here.

I want to tell you something
about your friend Webster.

You know, he died screaming
and begging for his life,

and that's an image I
cannot silence in my head.

Robin, come on. No
matter how hard I try.

You know, the drugs
don't always work.

Robin. They say it feels like

you're suffocating. Let's go.

I hope you suffer,
you son of a bitch.

Come on.

ROBIN: I can't believe

that you're fighting
to keep this guy alive.

You want to know why?

I'll tell you.

The first time I killed a man,

I became a very
different person, okay?

I was working fugitives.

This lifer goes over the wall,

kills a mother of three,

steals her car. We get a drop

on the location and
we kick in the door,

and the guy grabs a gun,
some hooker he's with.

I was fourth in line.

Everyone else there had
enough experience to hesitate.

I put two rounds
right in the guy's head.

This where the
value of life comes in?

That was the moment I knew
this was what I was meant to do,

but I also knew that
if I were ever wrong,

I'd probably blow
my own brains out.

You really don't feel
right about Curtis?

I don't have my finger
on the trigger here.

All right, we can do it
now, we can do it now.

Keep the ball moving.

That's it! Hey, I don't

recognize that as
one of our plays.

Because it's not;
it's called the weave.

Same way CCNY won
the NCAA and the NIT titles

in the same year.

Didn't they cheat? Yeah,
but they played hard.

ALAN: I mean, blood and
sweat can't be replaced

by, uh, statistics and, and...

Bisects. Bisects, exactly.

Bisects.

Don't feel too badly;
we're still going to lose.

Come on, you guys!
It's not the losing.

It's the fact that an
innocent man could be put

to death in 90 minutes.

I said stand your ground!

(whistle blows)

I have to go.

I should have seen that coming.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

My job.

Guy's killed ten
people, probably more,

we never had enough
evidence to convict him on.

This time we did.

(sighs) Listen, that might be
the way you interpret the rules.

That doesn't work for me.

Oh, brother, Roger was like you.

By the book, always thinking
everyone had a good side.

The two of you.

We were both
married at the time.

I could never tell anyone.

I couldn't even
go to his funeral.

His wife was suspicious
enough already.

So this is a little bit
more than personal.

You married?

Yeah, so you don't know.

Curtis is dying tonight,
and there's nothing

you or anyone
else can do about it.

So anyway, buddy,
I'm just calling

to make sure everything is cool.

All right, give me a
call when you can.

Is that Colby?

No.

Wait, did you just
call him "baby"?

I said "buddy," all right?

I was just calling to
update him on the case.

Is that okay?

Maybe you should
try JDate or something.

Is there a purpose for
you coming over here?

Charlie got the results.

CHARLIE: These are the
photos of Roger Webster

after he was found at the
bottom of the Hollywood Reservoir.

You'll notice the weights to
prevent his body from moving.

Well, this isn't
exactly new, Charlie.

All right, well, here are
images of the footprints...

DAVID: That the FBI
concluded belonged to the killer.

Exactly. And this helps us...?

It helps us because by looking

at the various imprints and the
resting spot of Webster's body,

I can determine the height
and weight of the killer...

Well over six feet, 200 pounds.

Which is nowhere close
in size to Curtis's frame.

DON: So what's that?

That's the depth of

the left print, which
indicates the killer

highly favored his left side.

DON: What, like he compensated?
Yeah, my best guess is

some kind of trauma
to his hand or his arm.

I got three inches of
a knife blade in me.

Or shoulder.

LAPD kicked in Julien's door.

Place was completely empty.

"Leaving town" empty?

He must have figured
we were on to him.

No offense, but the
governor's still going

to need more than
a scar and Don's gut.

LIZ: Whoa, whoa,
whoa, what about

a phone bill and Don's
gut? Check this out.

Julien's phone records
next to his father's.

NIKKI: Calls his
dad every night.

Talks for a minimum
of five minutes.

Except for on the 22nd.
They talked for 15 seconds.

That's the night that
Webster was killed.

Wait, look at the time.

Webster's approximate
time of death was 10:50.

This call was ten minutes later.

NIKKI: Closest cell tower

puts Julien near
Hollywood Reservoir.

Maybe he called
to brag to Daddy.

But Daddy was smart
enough to get him off the line.

And then, he takes the hit

for the kid,
confesses so his son

doesn't have to go to the chair.

That's some kind of family love.

Calling the governor's office.

Why don't you let
me die in peace?

Human DNA has 48 markers.

The blood on Webster
matched 24 of yours.

You done?

No, you see, a
child has exactly half

the same DNA as their parent.

It was your kid who killed him.

You got nothing.

So, Angels With Dirty Faces?

Cagney goes yelling to the chair

to prove a point
to the kids, right?

You know... I watched my father

get gunned down
right in front of me.

I couldn't even go
to his funeral and cry.

You know why?

Because I was too busy
fighting off three families

that wanted to destroy mine.

My grandfather shot a
police captain in the head

during his promotion
ceremony in front of 200 officers.

Now, that's what it
means to be a Curtis.

And Julien...

he's no Curtis.

Oh, so this is your
way of protecting him?

Sixty-four.

I've got 64 bodies on my hands,

and tonight, it all ends.

Now, if you don't mind,

I'd like to be alone.

Any word from the governor?

His man's reviewing
the evidence,

but ballistics came
back on the gun

that was used
to kill the shrink.

It was used in a triple
murder five years ago.

NIKKI: Oh, that's Che
Ray... I remember him.

Real nasty dude.

Used to shoot at cops.

LIZ: They recovered the gun.

Put into LAPD evidence,
never destroyed.

(typing)

LIZ: Arresting officer...

was Danny Hill.

Hill's case, she had access
to the evidence locker.

Right. She follows Rollins,

realizes he might spring Curtis,

the guy responsible
for her lover's murder.

Love makes you do crazy things.

You stole the gun from Evidence.

That the best you can do?

No, no, no.

We can do a whole lot better.

Stanley called you five times

and left you messages
you never returned.

Told you about the possibility

that Curtis was innocent,
but you didn't want to hear it,

so Stanley called us.

And then, you called Julien.

NIKKI: How long have you known

that Julien killed
Roger Webster?

(sighs)

Three years ago,

the ACLU brought up
Curtis's case for appeal.

I looked through the files,

I firmed up my testimony...

when I had a suspicion

that Julien killed Webster

to make his bones with Daddy.

I confronted Julien.

I looked him right in the eye,

and I got my answer that day.

What about the dead shrink?

All I did was tell Julien

to stall him until
after the execution.

Killing Stanley,

shooting at you guys,

was all Julien.

And you're allowing the killer
of the man you love to go free?

The kid is a symptom.

John Curtis is the one
responsible for Roger's death.

And trust me, Julien
is not going free.

He is watching
his father get killed

because he is too much of a
coward to do anything about it.

And guess what?

You guys have to go arrest him,

because you have no choice.

(crowd cheering)

CHARLIE: All right.
ALAN: Come on, come on.

D up, D up. Defense, defense.

Isosceles, isosceles. Keep
your hands up... hands up!

CHARLIE: Isosce... ALAN: Oh, no.

CHARLIE: Four minutes to go,
we shouldn't be trading shots.

We need tighter D.

No, you know what we need?

We need a miracle. Yeah.

I think I see one.

Huh?

ALAN: Maybe I've been

drinking too much Gatorade,

but I think I see it, too.

(stammering): But isn't that...

I believe so. Coach Eppes,

I'd like you to meet
my two new TAs.

That would be Jordan Farmar

and Pau Gasol. How you doing?

(stammers)

Let me see this real quick.

CHARLIE: Um... (clears throat)

Hey, Larry, you realize

these guys play for the Lakers?

Yeah, do you think any of them

are going to know
that? Well, yeah.

They're professional
basketball players.

Oh. FARMAR: Hey, yo, Coach,

what's the pi triangle?

Ah, you like that?

I, uh... I based it on an
algorithm... Nah, nah.

Actually, looking at it,

it's pretty much the
dumbest thing I've ever seen

in my life.

That's fine.

Uh, what would you
recommend calling?

Have the team run
to one side of the floor.

Let Jordan and me
take care of the rest.

Yeah. Yeah, I like that.

Sure. Th-That's a great plan.

Wh-Why don't you check in?

You're going to hook
us up, right, Professor?

Absolutely, guys.

All right.

I met them at one
of Coach Jackson's

mandatory monastery retreats.

Yeah, they must be in touch
with their inner Zen, huh?

What exactly did
you promise them?

A ride in the space
shuttle. What?

You can do that?

Are you kidding?

They'll never pass
the height requirement.

Most of us astronauts

are actually very
low to the ground.

(blowing whistle)

All right, Chang, Nichikawa...

let's hit the bench.

Get out of the game, off
the court. All right, guys.

Here we go.

Oh!

Yeah, that's it.

♪ ♪

♪ Cutting belts and magazines
and things you'll never need ♪

♪ The mirrors in
your room at night ♪

♪ The skies that never fold ♪

♪ You're sorry that
it matters more ♪

♪ But who would ever tell? ♪

♪ I know you need
to stay above ♪

♪ But I swore, I
swore, I swore ♪

♪ It's all over your eyes ♪

♪ There's nothing you can do ♪

♪ I'm coming out
my skin tonight ♪

♪ So tell me if
you're ready or not ♪

♪ I'm tired of
living out a lie ♪

♪ Sitting here watching
things flying by me ♪

♪ And maybe, maybe ♪

♪ You're gonna save me ♪

♪ Maybe, maybe ♪

♪ But I don't know ♪

♪ I don't think so ♪

♪ Last night I woke up cold ♪

♪ And I walked right
out into the dark ♪

♪ And 800 reasons why
kept flying into my eyes ♪

♪ Wish I could say
that I killed 'em dead ♪

♪ But they're just
much bigger than I ♪

♪ It's all over your eyes ♪

♪ There's nothing you can do ♪

♪ I'm coming out
my skin tonight ♪

♪ So tell me if
you're ready or not ♪

♪ I'm tired of
living out a lie ♪

♪ Sitting here watching
things flying by me ♪

♪ And maybe, maybe ♪

♪ You're gonna save me ♪

♪ Maybe, maybe ♪

♪ But I don't know ♪

♪ I don't think so ♪

♪ ♪

♪ It's all over your eyes ♪

♪ There's nothing you can do ♪

♪ I'm coming out
my skin tonight ♪

♪ So tell me if
you're ready or not ♪

♪ I'm tired of
living out a lie ♪

♪ Sitting here watching
things flying by me ♪

♪ And maybe, maybe ♪

♪ You're gonna save me ♪

♪ Maybe, maybe ♪

♪ But I don't know ♪

♪ I don't think so. ♪