Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 5, Episode 20 - The Fifth Man - full transcript

How did Larry escape
this moving day?

He's at an astrophysics
conference at Berkeley.

Oh, why didn't I think of that.

My first day at Cal Sci

I stood in this office
and Biederman

sat right there and he gave me

the once-over and he asked,

"Are you the boy-genius
that everyone says you are?"

Well, now Biederman's
retired, and you are the man.

Oh, pardon me, I
mean man-genius.

You know, before
Biederman, Newberry sat here.



And before him it was Knox

and Hightower.

All those guys broke
new ground in our field.

It's like a torch being passed
from all the great minds.

Well, maybe those great minds

will rub off on you just
by, uh, sitting there.

Hey, that-that's it.

You know, I've been
dancing around the idea

of neural networks
for quite some time,

and maybe the whole time

the answer I've been looking for

has been right
here in front of me...

A historical neural network.

Think about it.



There's hundreds of brilliant
people here at Cal Sci.

What makes one academic,

or one group of academics,

generate revolutionary
advancements

while others
just... just fizzle?

I got to get this down.

I'm sorry.

Do you mind bringing
in the rest of the stuff?

I don't want to lose the flow.

No, no, no, oh, sure, sure.

ALAN (clears throat):
He gets a breakthrough

and we've got to
bring in 40 more boxes.

Okay.

♪ ♪

(knocking)

ALAN: Charlie,

you up all night?

I, uh... lost track.

I've been working.

I'm actually on the verge
of a breakthrough. Hi.

NIKKI: Hey, yeah,
Charlie, that's great,

but we've been trying
to reach you all morning.

I turned my cell phone off.

I'm sorry. I-I forgot.

You also forgot the math

you're supposed
to be doing for Don?

The home invasion case.

Home invasions?

LAPD brought us
onto their task force.

The same crew's hit seven houses

in seven days.

Right. They want me
to generate a model.

Profile some
suspects... Their MO's.

Including their habit

of making false 911 calls.

So, what you got?

Um...

You haven't even started yet?

Well, no... No.

In terms of
analyzing their MO's,

I'll put together
a payoff matrix

and that should do the trick.

And the 911 calls?

I can use Voronoi tessellations
to study the call patterns.

And should be able

to put together a program
that will give us a hot zone.

I can also run an analysis

to profile the invaders,

which will also tell us how
many invaders we're looking for.

All right. How soon
can you be ready?

I, uh...

I guess I'll get to
work on it right now.

MAN (on phone): Three shots.

You got to send someone please.

WOMAN: What's the address?

MAN: 15462 Goldenrod Street.

It's a white house.

My neighbor's car is
parked in the driveway.

A green Camry. I know he's home.

WOMAN: Did you see anyone?

Hot zone's getting smaller.

MAN: By the time I got to
my window, they were gone.

You got to hand
it to your brother.

He came up with this
math pretty damn fast.

Yeah, after screwing
around for two days.

His model says that
we're looking for four guys.

Smash and grab, says maybe kids.

So we've got our math and
we got our eyes in the area.

Like my boy Tom Petty says,

"The waiting is
the hardest part."

Hm, Petty, huh?

Yeah, Petty and Neil
Young, Springsteen.

Oh, what, you pegged
me for Beyonce and Jay-Z?

I wouldn't even
begin to try to peg you.

David, this happens,

you take point.

Roger that.

Wow, so the boss is giving
his new relief commander

a few hours in the
pilot's seat, huh?

You have flown before, right?

Yes, with the same
lousy navigator.

Well, the motor pool's definitely not
giving you any props for your bump.

Got us in Grandma's Crown Vic.

Thought they retired these
things, like, a year ago.

(groans)

I don't want to when
they retired this thing.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Bentancourt.

Yeah, you got a location?

(keyboard clicking)

All right, thanks.

Aerial unit spotted a gray van.

Four guys entering a house.

Sounds right. Hey, Colby,
I'm sending you an address.

Copy that.

All right, let's roll.

(engine starts)

All right, what
do you say, boss?

You guys cover the
back. We'll take the front.

(muffled scream): No! No!

FBI, FBI. Relax.

(rustling)

Hey, you okay? (whimpers): Yes.

Where are they?

Out in the back...
The guesthouse.

They've got my husband.

FBI. Put your hands up slowly.

Turn around.

Gun!

All right, come here, come here.

Stay in here. Lock the door.

Don't let anyone in.

(automatic weapon firing)

DON: Whoa, whoa. Easy, easy.

(tires squealing)

David, Colby, coming your way!

(tires screeching)

(tires squealing)

You all right?

Yeah, yeah.

This is Sinclair.

We have a gray van
heading north on Citrus.

Need all available units.

That's one way to retire a car.

How is he?

He's unconscious but alive.

I'll call it in. Uzis, Kevlar...

These guys weren't
messing around.

This is Eppes...

(knife impacts, Don grunts)

Hey, where is he? DAVID:
He's in the O.R., okay?

The doctors took him to
surgery ten minutes ago.

What happened?

The bad guys had
some serious firepower,

and we were outgunned.

What about Don?

There's a fifth man.

He was hiding in the guesthouse,

and, uh, he surprised us.

Hey. We just heard the news.

Are you all right?

Yeah. A few stitches.
I still know my name.

I was there... I was supposed
to have his back. No, no,

I'm sure it wasn't your fault.

He's right, it's not...
it's not your fault.

I predicted four
invaders. (phone rings)

I didn't account
for a fifth man.

Yeah. Sinclair.

Fine. Get it to the lab, and
we'll take it from there, okay?

All right, SID
pulled a partial print

from a door handle at the scene,

but it's smudged.

Could take a couple
of days to get results.

Now, Charlie, I know you've helped
us with this kind of thing before.

Yeah, using a
wavelet-based algorithm.

Yeah, no, I want
to help you guys,

but my place is here.
No, no, your place

is where you're
needed, all of you.

Just find these guys...
That's what Don would want.

I'll call you when there's news.

AMITA: Come on,
Charlie, let's go.

(siren wailing)

I-I didn't see their faces; I
didn't see much of anything.

Okay, what about
you, Mrs. Fisher?

They were on us before
we could even turn around.

Well, did you hear anything?

Maybe they called
each other by name,

or... one of them had an accent.

I don't remember.
Well, think harder...

Maybe you recognized
a voice... a delivery man,

someone who's done
work on your house.

Um, I'm sorry.

We'll have someone come
and get your statements.

AMITA: We need to
adjust the parameters.

At this rate, this
is gonna take days.

I don't understand where my
predictive model went wrong.

Th-This is where my head was,

instead of where it
was supposed to be.

If I'd have committed more,
if I had spent more time...

Well, you had the data you had.

Yeah, and I let it rule me.

All I saw were a bunch of kids

pulling smash and grabs.

Because I crunch numbers

instead of looking for
the underlying truth.

Look, Charlie...

I can't begin to imagine

what you're going
through right now.

But we need to focus
on what we can do now.

Okay? If we can reconstruct
this print, then we can find

the guy that attacked Don.

Charlie, I can't do this alone.

(siren wailing)

How is he? He's,
uh, he's in surgery.

It's been, uh...

five hours.

I was in Portland. I
was at a conference.

I got here, I'm sorry,

I got here as fast as...

Recovered the getaway van.

Stolen from a used
car lot two days ago.

Bad guys wiped it
down and torched it.

Man, this doesn't add up.

I mean, these guys
break into houses like pros,

armed to the teeth,
leaving no witnesses?

All they take is
cash and jewelry.

Leave behind TVs,
computers, high-end electronics.

Hard to blame Charlie

for coming up with
the wrong profile.

Well, there's plenty
of blame to go around.

Four years in the LAPD,

you telling me you
never got tagged before?

Yeah, a few times, sure.

But I never left my
partner hanging.

You go through enough doors,
the odds catch up with you.

Don taught me that.

When Don and I were dating...

I was always afraid
he was gonna get hurt.

He'd be too busy
worrying about me

instead of himself.

Things never go the
way we think they will,

do they?

CHARLIE: Hey.

So the wavelet
analysis came through.

We reconstructed
the partial print.

DAVID: All right,
did you run a search?

The crime databases failed

to produce a result, so-so
we widened the scope.

L.A. Unified School District.

CHARLIE: Yeah, all teachers
have to be fingerprinted.

DAVID: Tom Kardum, 31.

C... Chemistry teacher.

2007 Teacher of the Year.

Mayor's Heroes Award

for his work with, uh,
underprivileged children.

I mean, this guy doesn't
even have a parking ticket.

Are you sure about
the math, Charlie?

Uh, yeah.

Amita and I tweaked
the parameters.

I don't think we
nudged it too hard.

Then again,

I'm not having
the greatest week.

Well, it can't hurt to
talk to the guy, right?

(cell phone ringing)

Oh, this is my dad.

Hey.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Um, Don's out of surgery.

Look, you got the wrong guy.

I don't break into houses.

And the only gun I've ever
handled was on my Wii.

How do you explain
the fingerprint?

I can't.

Though the work I
do with at-risk kids

has taught me a
couple of things:

cops, they make mistakes,

and those crime labs
aren't like the ones

you see on those dopey TV shows.

You have anybody that can

vouch for your
whereabouts last night?

Yeah, I had a game in Westwood,
finished up around 10:00.

After that, I went to

my girlfriend's
house in Cheviot Hills.

You know, um,

here's her number.

You can talk to her yourself.

Hey, thanks for your time.

No worries.

Hey, Tom,

you, uh, you take the freeway

to see your girlfriend?

Yeah.

Cheviot Hills.

That's the
Robertson exit, right?

Uh, no, National.

(chuckles)

You know, the freeway was closed

at the National exit last night.

Someone made a phony 911 call.

♪ ♪

Your son's a lucky
man, Mr. Eppes.

The knife nicked
the pulmonary artery

and collapsed a lung, but we
were able to get to him in time.

How is he now?

We repaired the arterial
damage with a synthetic graft,

and we re-expanded the lung.

He's not out of the woods
yet, but I'm encouraged.

(alarm beeping)

I'm sorry. You'll
have to excuse me.

What's going on?
Call a code blue!

Get the crash cart!

ALAN: What's happening?

DOCTOR: Prepare the paddles.

What's his rhythm? V tach.

Yeah, I'm paging him now.

Start CPR.

(alarm beeping)

Charge to 360.

Charging to 360. Clear!

Clear. Clear.

(alarm beeping)

(flatline)

Asystole.

Open the line.

Push an amp of epi
and an amp of atropine.

Line's open.

Pushing atropine.

Please, just tell me he's okay.

DOCTOR: That knife
did a lot of damage.

Your son went into
arrest due to trauma...

Not just from his wounds,
but also the surgery.

We were able to bring him back.

We're putting him on
anti-arrhythmia meds,

but we'll need to keep
a close eye on him.

What aren't you telling us?

I expect a full recovery,

but I can't guarantee that there
won't be another major event.

The next 24 hours
will be critical.

Alan called.

Don is okay.

Uh, at least for now.

I mean...

What do we have on Kardum?

Guy's got another reason to run.

Two weeks ago, Missing Persons

interviewed him about
the disappearance

of a Westside financial adviser.

Dennis Alessi?

A witness saw the two of them

in a bar, they left together.

An hour later, security cameras

at Alessi's office building
show them going in.

All right. Kardum told police

he was there to get an
investment prospectus.

Checked the victims' names
against Alessi's client list,

all eight of the
names are on here.

All right, so, uh,
what are we thinking?

Alessi is bragging about

his rich clients over drinks

and Kardum sees an opportunity?

NIKKI: I still don't get how

our teacher of the
year suddenly turns into

a ten most wanted poster.

No? Well, greed works for me.

COLBY: So, we
searched your place.

We found an automatic
weapon. (handcuffs clicking)

We found Kevlar.

We found bloodstains

on a pair of shoes.

Now, the question is,

is that gonna match

Agent Eppes or Dennis Alessi?

We know about Alessi.

We know that you've
been targeting his clients.

Tough guy.

Just wait until we ID
the rest of your crew.

This is your chance

to give them up
before they give you up.

An FBI agent

is in the hospital; he may die.

I had nothing to do with that.

Yeah, that's right.

You were too busy playing
with your Wii, weren't you?

I want a lawyer.

You actually might
need a doctor.

'Cause there's things that I can

do to you, won't
even leave a mark.

Let him go.

Yeah.

You're gonna need
meds just to get up

and get out of bed in the
morning, you got that?!

I said let him go.

Granger!

Take a walk.

You know, you might want to
give me a heads up next time

before you go
changing the playbook.

Don's in a hospital,
breathing through a tube,

because these
guys put him there.

And we are gonna
get them. Not like this.

We've done this before, David.

I wasn't the boss before.

Well, I can think of plenty of
times where we ran hard at a guy

and Don just
looked the other way.

I'm not Don.

All right?

I'm not him.

(respirator pulsing
rhythmically)

You know, it's not like I
didn't know this could happen.

I just... didn't think it
would happen to Don.

You know, he was
born in this hospital.

Yeah, he was a
handful even then.

Long labor,

difficult delivery.

You think he's stubborn now?

(laughs softly)

I remember when my
wife was in recovery.

They gave me him to... to hold.

And, um, I hadn't
been around kids much,

so I didn't know what to do.

I... couldn't even
remember any lullabies.

So for hours, I sang
Sgt. Pepper to him.

The whole album,
start to finish.

Must have been
half a dozen times.

I guess what I'm
trying to say is that, uh,

there is no way to prepare.

You just hope that
when that call comes,

you're strong enough to
handle whatever comes next.

I know Missing Persons already
spoke to you about Mr. Alessi.

I keep hoping
this is a bad dream

and Dennis will walk
in that door tomorrow.

Forensics on hair recovered
from your boss's condo

matched blood on a pair of
shoes belonging to our suspect.

So right now, it
doesn't look good.

Why would someone
want to hurt Dennis?

We think the person who did
this accessed your boss's files.

I don't see how anyone
could gain access.

The files are on a hard drive.

Dennis kept it in his safe.

(keypad beeping)

This is the only
one that exists.

Are you sure there's
nothing else missing in there?

Dennis kept a key to
a deposit box in here.

It's gone.

Maybe he had it
with him? It's possible,

but not likely; the key
belonged to a client.

Who?

Dennis told me the man was

a special client, not
on the regular list.

He said not to concern myself.

Thanks.

You figure out where
you went wrong?

Not yet.

I guess we both got
a little cocky, huh?

You, with your math, and...

Well, me, it's a constant state.

It's usually Don who has
to protect me from myself.

He's been doing that
for me my whole life.

You were right about
our teacher of the year.

So, you want to go two for two?

It's financial
guy's client list.

Our bad guys have been
using it to pick targets.

You're thinking I could use this

to predict where the
next victim will be.

Can you?

(sighs)

I could, um...

I could search for commonalities
using a multi-attribute

compositional model.

Thanks.

DAVID: But what do
we have on Alessi?

At least half of his clients
run cash businesses.

Most of them were in trouble
before Alessi took them on.

They went from near-bankrupt
to flush within 18 months.

Sign me up for his
investment seminar.

He had to have been

laundering money
through these businesses.

No wonder none of
our victims are talking.

They all have something to hide.

Nikki said Alessi's assistant
mentioned he had a client,

kept some kind of
stash in a deposit box.

Key's missing.

We're checking digital files
from the security camera

in Alessi's building,

seeing if we can ID
the guy, and we've got

Charlie working on
Alessi's client list,

trying to find our next target.

He better get a move on.

These guys are due
to strike again tonight.

When's the last time you slept?

Sleep's not a priority.

Did you run your analysis
of Alessi's client list?

Yeah.

I got the list of houses.
I set the target priorities.

Who knows if it's right?

I could use fresh eyes.

You're using game
theory, a payoff matrix?

I've analyzed professionals,

thrill criminals, crackhead
smash and grabbers...

None of our suspects
fit those profiles.

Maybe your
assumptions are wrong.

What do you mean?

Maybe these are not robberies.

Let's throw out
our preconceptions

and walk through
the crimes again.

Okay.

So far, each break-in
has started the same way.

The invaders disable
the alarm system

at the master circuit box.

They enter the house
through multiple access points.

Moving through the house...

(water running)

they use a classic "seek
and subdue" strategy,

zeroing in on the occupants...

(water running)

taking them by surprise.

Hands.

(grunting)

(water running)

(grunting)

In every instance, they were
cautious, made zero mistakes.

There was one significant
departure from their previous

MO on the night Don got hurt.

The fifth man in the guesthouse.

What was he doing there?

The police said there
was nothing of value,

just some cans of
food, water, old clothes...

A bed.

A bed and a bathroom.

A place to sleep.

A place to wash up.

There it is. What?

18 months ago, that guesthouse
underwent renovations.

They retrofitted the walls
with concrete, three feet thick.

They installed steel doors,
tempered glass windows.

They turned that
room into a fortress.

Robbery wasn't their motive.

CHARLIE: They were
after something else.

AMITA: The fifth man.

CHARLIE: He wasn't
part of their crew.

He was their target.

(car engines starting)

(elevator bell dings)

Hey.

Got the ID on the three bad
guys we picked up last night.

Boris Ancic, Ivan
Radman, Milan Jankovic.

Ancic is an engineer,
Radman a lab tech,

and Jankovic a fireman.

Just like our teacher,

none of them have a record.

They're all from the
same small town in Croatia,

a place called Brezko.

They immigrated to the
U.S. about 12 years ago.

It doesn't explain why four
guys with no criminal records

wait 12 years and then turn
into hardened crooks overnight.

Yeah, well, I can fill in
some of those blanks.

We went back.

We took a look at all
the targeted homes.

Each one of them underwent
a renovation of some sort

whether it be to the attic,

or the basement,
or the guesthouse.

In each case, creating a panic
room, a secure place to hide.

Okay, I'm not sure I understand
the significance, Charlie.

All of the renovations
in all of the homes

occurred within
the last 18 months.

That's the same time frame

Alessi started his most recent
money-laundering venture.

The panic room, the
location of the houses

on defensible terrain,
the multiple egresses...

All consistent with safe houses.

The man you and
Don ran into that night

was not part of that crew.

He was hiding out,
trying to escape.

Alessi handpicked his clients,

and not just because
they were willing

to hide dirty money for him.

But because they were
willing to hide something else.

Someone else.

The fifth man.

NIKKI: It's time to have
another talk with our victims.

COLBY: Maybe you
want Nikki in on this one.

Seems like you and I have
been a little out of sync, you know?

Look, man, we're partners.

But right now... I'm your boss,

and I need you
to follow my lead.

We have to play this one smart.

Yeah, it's not easy
when I think about Don.

I know.

Look, man, the things
I said, uh, you know,

about what Don
would have done...

Forget about it.

He'll be back soon enough
and you can give him crap.

Come on.

DAVID: I got to
hand it to you guys.

You sure know how to
pick a financial adviser.

Most people are losing
money these days.

You two... You're
making it hand over fist.

We've been very fortunate.

Yeah, well, I think
your luck just ran out.

A year and a half ago,

you were about to go
belly-up and lose your house.

In walks Dennis Alessi.

Suddenly everything
just turns around.

The IRS is already
taking a hard look.

We make a few calls and
things can go better for you.

Or they could go worse.

Okay, fine. Have it your way.

We had no choice.

Sarah! They know, Gil.

It is over.

Alessi said he had
a client in Europe

that needed to get money out.

And we thought it would
end there. DAVID: But it didn't.

He said his client needed

somewhere safe to
stay, just for a little while.

And then he retrofitted
the guesthouse.

He turned it into this bunker.

We were already in so deep.

Who is he?

Who were you hiding?

No. He'll kill us.

We can protect you.

(snorting)

Look, this guy tried to
murder an FBI agent.

You harbor him now,
you're an accessory.

You just want to be free
of this thing, don't you?

All we want is a name.

That's it.

All right.

All right.

LIZ: Slobodan Radovic, 48.

He led a Serbian
paramilitary campaign

of ethnic cleansing
during the Balkan War.

Looting cities and towns
along the way, which is how

he met Alessi. Alessi
helped Radovic smuggle

his war profits out of Serbia.

A camera in Alessi's lobby

recorded Radovic making
his customary visit last month.

Now we know who
his special client is.

The guy with the
stash in the deposit box.

Okay, how does all this tie
in to Kardum and his crew?

The Hague indicted Radovic
two years ago for his war crimes.

He fled Serbia before
he could be arrested.

Radovic was
accused of atrocities,

including ethnic cleansing
of the village of Brezko.

That's where Kardum is from.

And the rest of his crew.

So, they weren't
out for money...

They were out for revenge.

I can't take it.

I can't take seeing
him like this.

Hey, Charlie, what's going on?

One more robbery case,
one more white-collar fraud,

one more string
of home invasions

by what seems
like a bunch of kids.

I whipped through the
analysis for this case.

Charlie, what the hell
are you talking about?

I'm saying this isn't
about a breakthrough

in cognitive emergence.

I'm saying that this is about
me venting my resentment.

I'm saying that
I'm afraid that...

this wasn't just a mistake.

Beating yourself up isn't
going to help anybody.

You have to decide
where your priorities lie,

because this is the
cost of not deciding.

The smash and
grabs were a cover.

You were after Radovic.

NIKKI: Guy burns down
your town, you want payback.

Towns you can rebuild.

Lives are lost forever.

After the war, I came
here to build new memories.

And then one night in
a bar, you see Alessi,

Radovic's banker.

I mean, I worked so
hard to make a new life.

In that moment, I could
only think of one thing.

Revenge.

I bought him drink,

told him that I was Serbian,
that I'd served with Radovic.

Where did you take him

after the bar?

Does it matter?

Alessi gave you the
list of safe houses,

and then you killed him.

Radovic murdered my family.

Alessi saw to it that
he escaped justice,

protected him.

(spits)

I did what I had to do.

You know about the deposit box?

Alessi tried to trade
his life for its contents,

almost $2 million in diamonds.

Where is it? A vault...

some jewelry wholesaler.

You have the
deposit key, don't you?

For years...

after the massacre,

I woke at night and I
saw the faces of my family,

and I wished that I hadn't run.

And I wished...

that I had died with them.

I have friends,

others who wish to
see justice just like me.

If Kardum's got that key,

he's not giving it up.

Yeah. Search his place again.

Same for the rest of his crew.

What?

The only people who
know that Alessi is dead

are Kardum's crew and us.

Now maybe Radovic

thinks that Alessi is
sending his guys after him.

To kill him so he can
steal his diamonds.

And Radovic knows
that Alessi kept that key

to the deposit box in his safe.

Kardum's right.

Radovic needs those diamonds.

She couldn't give him
the answers he wanted.

A guy who's gonna do this
isn't gonna give up easy.

That's what I'm counting on.

We searched Kardum
and his buddies' places

for the deposit box key.

No luck.

If Radovic thinks Alessi is
trying to steal his diamonds,

he's gonna keep
his eyes on the stash.

Doesn't do us much
good. We don't have a key

or a location.

You said you had digital video

of Alessi handing
the key to Radovic.

Yeah, from the
cameras in Alessi's lobby.

Show me.

(computer trilling)

All right, stop it there

and zoom in on the key.

(keyboard clicking,
computer trilling)

What good is a picture of a key?

With a little enhancement,
it's worth a thousand bits.

The bumps and valleys
are a numeric bitting code

that correspond to a lock,

which can then be
analyzed from a photo

using a key-bitting program.

Think about how scientists

map the ocean floor.

A ship on the surface uses
sonar to ping the seabed,

creating a map of all its
peaks, valleys and contours.

Now, a key-bitting program
does the same thing.

Each pixel in the photo
represents a set distance

from the camera
which we can measure,

allowing us to accurately gauge

the height and
depth of each key cut.

Now string together
those measurements,

you have all you
need to make a copy.

That still doesn't tell
us where the box is.

Path minimization
should help us there.

Analyzing the most efficient
routes from point A to point B.

Hey, some of this stuff sticks.

So, we know the
deposit box is located

within a one hour
round-trip from Alessi's office.

We also know the location
of Radovic's safe houses.

Right, if a guy cashes in
a diamond for ten grand,

puts the money in his pocket,

he's gonna want to get
home as quick as he can.

That means we can
narrow our search.

Good. The longer
Radovic is exposed,

the more nervous he's gonna get.

AMITA: Your key-bitting
program worked.

Galuski cut us a key

on the engineering
department's laser lathe.

He even etched in
the box number and

the manufacturer's
stamp to match the original.

What's the problem?

I'm using Dijkstra's
algorithm and overlaying that

with data from CalTrans
on, uh, on traffic flow,

and it's not working.

You need to rest, Charlie.

I need to catch this guy.

For Don or for yourself?

Even if I get an answer, how
do I know if it's the right one?

I don't want to send
David and the guys

on a wild-goose chase
and waste more time.

There's only one way
to know if I'm right.

Don't try and be a hero.

I think we could
both use some coffee.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

Good book?

No, I've read better.

(computer trilling)

(beeping)

(keypad beeping)

(touch-tones beeping)

You give it back
when you're done.

Thanks.

Hey, Mr. Alessi's man is here.

He's opening the box now.

♪ ♪

I want my diamonds.

I-I don't know what
you're talking about.

I saw you leaving
the wholesaler.

I know you work for Alessi.

You're just an errand boy.

Is it worth your life?

It's worth this moment

right now.

I wanted to see
the face of the man

who stabbed my brother.

Your brother?

The FBI agent?

You got about a
second to keep that knee.

COLBY: Generally,
she's a pretty good shot.

Although, sometimes
she'll miss a little high.

(handcuffs clicking)

Thanks for letting
me play decoy.

We wouldn't have a key

or a location
without you, Charlie.

You earned it.

Is that the only reason?

No.

Hey.

Yeah.

You-you gonna
pick these things up?

Yeah.

(chuckles) (sighs)

(gentle melody playing)

♪ Love, love is a verb ♪

♪ Love is a doing word ♪

(laughs)

Oh, no, another one.

(laughing)

It's not like there's
a lot of choice

in the gift shop.

So, uh, what's the word?

They say

I'm on my feet in a couple days.

Back on all your asses

a week after that, so watch out.

But limited duty.

I have it in writing,

notarized.

As your relief supervisor,

you know, I just, I can't wait

to have you back
on the job, so...

It'll be good having
you back, man.

Oh, look at this.

(all laugh)

I don't know how that
gift shop stays in business.

(all laughing)

Well, Charlie, I'm sure
you have some catching up

to do with Don, so, uh...

Stale coffee in the cafe
on me for everybody.

Bye.

ROBIN: I'll be back in a bit.

Oh, hey, Donnie, um...

a little illicit brisket.

Put it under your pillow.

I made it for you.

I don't think I can go there.

(chuckles)

So you're playing decoy, huh?

I can't say I want
to do that again.

When we were kids,
man, you had my back.

Protected me.

Charlie, I didn't
want this life for you.

Makes two of us.

All right, get your rest.

You gonna eat this brisket?

No. You take it.

I'll see you at
the office, buddy.

Yeah.

You will.

♪ Feathers on my breath ♪

♪ You're stumbling into harm ♪

♪ You're stumbling into harm. ♪

(song ends)