Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 5, Episode 3 - Blowback - full transcript
Agent McGowan makes his move against Don, and Colby gets a little too involved with one of the suspects in a cop killing.
DON: You killed eight people.
You double-crossed
your partners.
You killed them
when things went bad.
You lied to me the
first time we met.
You haven't stopped since.
That's all going
to end right now.
McGOWAN: Just as we've
sworn to uphold all the laws,
we don't get to choose
which rules we obey.
CHARLIE: "Crito,
we owe a rooster
"to Asclepius.
Please don't forget
to pay the debt."
How does 20 years sound?
Thirty?
Life?
I have the warrant.
Let's do this right.
We don't want her walking.
Don't worry, she's not walking.
DON: You know, I hear
that sodium thiopental is
cold when it goes in your veins.
You look forward to that.
Wait a minute.
Just let me go.
(explosion)
McGOWAN: Back in the '70s,
when I started
out in the Bureau,
there weren't a lot
of your kind of agents around.
You mean black.
I mean leaders.
Post-Vietnam, law enforcement
wasn't all that
popular a vocation.
I read your file.
I've seen the way you operate.
You're the future of this
department, Agent Sinclair.
I appreciate that.
One day, when
you've had the benefit
of sitting in that chair
as long as I have,
you'll understand
that the department
is a lot bigger
than any case or individual.
You swore an oath to the FBI...
not Don Eppes.
I'm well aware of
my responsibilities.
Did Professor Eppes
act on his own, or was he
led astray by his brother?
Listen, nobody leads Charlie
Eppes anywhere, okay,
least of all Don.
So they have a bad relationship?
They're brothers, so
there's a little bit of arguing
and a lot of success, but
Charlie is his own man.
And if Don failed to stop him,
then you're saying it
was Professor Eppes' idea
to begin with.
I'm not saying anything.
(engine roaring)
Again.
Okay, that's it.
(Charlie chuckling)
Yeah!
Hey, well done, Charles.
Thank you, thank you,
but we wouldn't
have been successful
without your aerodynamics work.
You know, it is very cool
that the Aprilia MotoGP
asked for your help with this.
It is very cool.
But before you
pop the champagne,
you do realize that this
only improved the air flow
by 1/1000 of a second.
Yeah, but, you
know, in the world
of grand prix motorcycle
racing, that means the difference
between a first and
second place finish.
Or the time it
takes light to travel
from Milwaukee to
Chicago and back
or the ruby-throated hummingbird
to flap its wings
once or even...
I'm sure you
could go on all day.
Team Eppes, time for a pit stop.
Hello?
Okay.
Yeah, I'll be right over.
I got to go.
Hey.
Clearance or no
clearance, he still knows how
to make an exit.
DON: Did you get
a good jury or something?
Better.
What's up?
What do you say to a weekend
at the St. Regis New York City,
first class, all expenses paid?
Yeah, I like it.
Skadden Arps law firm
has been following my work,
and they want to
interview me for a job.
They said I could
bring a friend.
Don, LAPD has eight dead
in a coffee shop, Mid-Wilshire.
What, they're asking for us?
Yeah, joint investigation.
It's a mass murder.
Their lab's already
overstretched.
Going to need our help.
Well, let's just, uh...
we'll talk about it later, okay?
Hey, how you doing?
(siren wailing)
(sighs): What do you say, Colby?
Looks like Fallujah in there.
We got eight
dead, five with shots
to the back of the
head execution style.
Any kind of motive?
Boys in blue are saying robbery.
If this was a robbery,
it's the dumbest
crew I've ever seen.
What kind of robbers
leave $500 behind?
Jerry Lowe.
LAPD, off-duty.
Stops here a couple times
a week on his way home.
You know him? No, but when I
worked Narco out of Rampart,
he was a patrol team leader.
That gun's unsnapped.
COLBY: Must have gone for it
and not been quick enough.
Ryder, on the other
hand, made a play,
but knives don't
deflect bullets.
What about this guy here?
No money,
no I.D., no idea.
COLBY: Maybe he
followed the cook's lead,
tried to be a hero.
Five people were
brought back here
and executed.
What's with the gold watch?
Why didn't they grab that?
Rolex.
They didn't go for
the cash or the gold.
All right.
Jon Schmidt, Robbery Homicide.
Don Eppes. I'm glad
to see you guys are here.
We could really use the assist.
Jerry Lowe worked for me
over at Intel Division.
Now, he was a good man.
He did not deserve this.
CHARLIE: I have
clearance to be here.
What the hell's going on?
He's with us.
I'm working for the LAPD.
(murmuring,
garbled radio chatter)
LAPD heard about my suspension,
and they said all I needed to do
was pass a polygraph exam.
What, you don't tell me?
I... I didn't think they'd
need me so soon.
The lab rats say they're gonna
need time that we don't have
to unscramble the mess in there.
All right, well,
let... let's see.
Um, would it help to know
where everyone was seated?
Because that's a simple
question of aggregation.
Yeah, sure. Yeah.
During lunch at any
typical high school cafeteria,
each student looks for a seat,
but students aren't always
free to sit where they want.
It's dictated by the
first group to enter.
So, let's say the
cheerleaders enter first.
Next come the jocks.
Naturally, the jocks want
to be near the cheerleaders.
The next group to enter
are the mathematicians.
The mathematicians want to
be as far away from the jocks
as possible, so that
no one gets picked on.
And it's the same thing here.
You know, a truck driver
who's used to being alone
is gonna sit at the counter.
An elderly lady is gonna sit
far away from the jukebox.
A young couple in a booth.
Right, exactly, and
an aggregation model
filters through
the characteristics
of the victims and searches
for their strongest
attributes to determine
their most likely
choice of seat.
DON: What's up?
Boss wants you to go
interview a Kurt Young.
SCHMIDT: The guy
who runs Zenith Studios?
Yeah, he's got
Brangelina on speed dial.
DAVID: Apparently, it
has to do with this case.
You were supposed to
be there five minutes ago.
(murmuring, bell ringing)
I understand an LAPD detective,
Jerry Lowe, was
killed this morning.
Yeah, that's interesting,
'cause the names
haven't been released yet.
I don't wait for the news
to get my information.
Oh?
Lowe was blackmailing
me for the last two years.
He worked in Intelligence.
He spied on people for the LAPD.
What did he have on you? Enough.
Enough to keep me
from going to the FBI.
Nothing illegal...
but considerably embarrassing.
You think I look into him,
I'm gonna find that file?
I never forget favors.
(chuckles): I don't
need any favors.
Everyone needs
favors, Agent Eppes.
Consider how quickly
your boss sent you here.
DAVID: You still think
Lowe is the flash point.
NIKKI: And if Young
had reason to want Lowe dead,
maybe he hires
someone to whack him.
You know, Lowe fought back.
Chain reaction put
eight stiffs in the morgue.
Finished a time line
for Jesse Martinez,
taxi driver.
Jerry Lowe left two kids behind.
The waitress, Renee Collins...
she left four.
Single parent mom.
The cook, Ryder,
lived with his old man.
He's in a wheelchair,
totally dependant
on his son's steady paycheck.
I know that Lowe was a
cop, but that doesn't make him
any more special than the rest.
In LAPD... you kill a cop,
that's a priority.
In the FBI, if you
kill eight people,
they're all a priority.
You know, the LAPD is
a fascinating organization.
You know, they invented SWAT.
They invented
community policing,
the D.A.R.E. program.
Not to mention Joe Friday.
Oh, yeah, he's
from Dragnet, right?
CHARLIE: Yeah, and you
know, his badge number, 714...
it's been retired...
No officer can wear it.
That's odd, that's
the same number
stamped on U.S.-made
Quaalude tablets.
It's not really relevant
how I know that.
(Charlie and Amita chuckling)
What's up? It's just nice
to see you happy again.
The Eppes spark is back.
I have my very own spark now?
Most definitely.
Actually, it's more like a
rearranging of molecules.
Hey, speaking of
rearranging molecules,
you see where Professor
Eric Kolokoff has designed
a new kind of
graphene-based digital paper?
Yeah, apparently it's flexible,
just like authentic parchment.
Think of the trees
that will save.
(beeping)
I'm sorry.
Oh, it's okay, it happens.
Professor Eppes, it seems
you have some results.
All right, I'll go call Don.
Uh, you mean Schmidt.
Right.
ROBIN: So, Jerry
Lowe was blackmailing
the head of Zenith Studios.
That makes Young suspect
number one by default.
Let me ask you something.
You know anything about LAPD's
Intelligence Division?
It's like their
answer to the CIA.
Became prominent in the '60s,
infiltrating radical groups.
Some people would say they
got carried away.
It was a big scandal
a couple years back.
Officers were getting
files on prominent officials,
celebrities.
So what, it's just like
J. Edgar used to do.
The judge is
signing the warrants
for Lowe's bank accounts, so
we should know soon enough
whether Young
is telling the truth.
Okay.
So I guess you are
pretty busy, huh?
Yeah.
You know, I can push
the trip off a week or two.
I'm sure the law
firm wouldn't mind.
Ah, you know something
else is probably gonna pop up.
I need to go check
on those warrants.
CHARLIE: Using an
aggregation model,
we can see where
each victim was located.
Wow.
No offense, Charlie,
but I'm glad the FBI
suspended you.
Except there's only
seven bodies here.
There's supposed to be eight.
That's because
victim number three,
Benito Alvarez,
didn't fit in anywhere.
NIKKI: What do you mean
he doesn't fit in?
Think of a high
school cafeteria.
Each student is seated
in their respective seats,
when a new student comes in.
Now, he hasn't established
a circle of friends yet,
so he's not quite
sure where to sit.
Number three was on the move.
Exactly.
Benito Alvarez.
Man of the hour.
Lab found gunshot
residue all over his hand.
How much?
Enough to shoot seven people.
Okay, well, if Alvarez
was the shooter,
then what happened to his gun?
And who killed him?
Benito Alvarez scrubbed out of
LAPD Academy after ten weeks.
He failed a drug test?
Yeah, so he moves
to his next best career
choice, scumbag for rent.
And he's the guy
that Young hires
to 86 Lowe.
So, what, he commits
suicide 'cause he's guilty?
And then, what, his gun
just walks out the door?
What year does it
say he washed out?
1992.
The year that Lowe graduated.
They were classmates.
A 16-year vet and a
guy who failed a pee test
drink coffee and watch
the sun rise together?
I mean, that make sense to you?
What if he was
snitching for Lowe?
What time did you say
that 911 call came in?
Um, lady walking by with
her dog heard gunshots.
Dispatch got the call at 5:30.
All right, 'cause
Lowe, our cop...
He made four phone calls
to the exact same number.
First one at 0520,
and the last one at 0528.
Must have done it while Alvarez
wasn't looking.
You unsnap your gun,
expecting to get in a gunfight,
and you don't call the cops?
(beep and trilling)
You called Lynn Potter,
Marina Del Rey?
(knocking)
Agents Granger and Sinclair.
Have I done something wrong?
Don't know yet.
Well, why don't you
come in and let's find out?
COLBY: So, you
know a police officer
named Jerry Lowe?
LYNN: Obviously,
you know I do,
but I didn't kill eight people,
if that's what you're asking.
Lowe called you four
times before he was killed.
I didn't get any messages.
Where were you 5:00
a.m. yesterday morning?
Passed out on the couch.
I fell asleep watching
L.A. Confidential.
Lowe and I met
last year, had a little thing.
COLBY: Well, it must
have been more than just
a little thing for
him to call you
instead of 911.
You're telling me, four calls,
you didn't hear one of them?
My cell phone was off.
I only turn it on when
I need something.
Here you go.
I had 'em lighten the action.
Tell me how that feels.
(click)
Yeah. Yeah?
Yeah, that's good.
Why didn't you tell me you
were looking for another job?
I haven't decided anything.
I'm just exploring
my possibilities.
My father didn't pay my way
through Harvard so I
could make 70 grand a year.
Yeah. It's a great opportunity.
I just, um...
I'm listening.
I'm just not, you know...
(door opens)
NIKKI: Preliminary
ballistics.
All victims were shot
with 9mm rounds.
Same gun?
We don't know yet,
but ERT found these.
All stamped law
enforcement only.
I thought Lowe
didn't fire his gun.
DON: He didn't.
Alvarez did.
Well, why is he carrying
law enforcement ammunition
if Alvarez isn't a cop anymore?
You didn't forget to tell
us anything about Alvarez?
Like he's still on LAPD payroll?
I'm sorry, but I couldn't
tell you guys that earlier.
Alvarez worked deep cover for
me over at Intelligence, all right?
Now, after we disbanded, he
was just rolled over into Narcotics.
The chief only
just authorized me
to read you guys in.
At the time of his death,
Alvarez was still involved
in sensitive operations.
What was he doing
at the coffee shop?
He and Lowe stayed
tight, you know.
I mean, it's not like
they could join a
bowling league together.
DON: So it was just
the wrong place,
wrong time? Exactly.
And I know those guys.
Those guys would have
gone down swinging.
After Lowe was
shot, I'm thinking,
Alvarez must have
broken cover, right,
and fired at their killer.
You got a suspect? Yeah.
Derek Broxton.
Now this guy served seven years
for a bank job.
Lowe put him in there.
Alvarez testified as
a snitch in his trial.
NIKKI: Yeah, released
three months ago.
Skipped bail,
believed to be in Brazil.
Brazil, my ass.
Now, we picked up
his little girlfriend
last night.
And if she's here, he's here.
All right, Broxton finds out
that Lowe goes to the
coffee shop regularly.
Maybe he meets Alvarez there.
And with Broxton's rap sheet,
eight dead is not a stretch.
Yeah, but why didn't...?
You know what?
I'm gonna catch up with
you in a minute, okay?
Mm-hmm. All right.
(squeaking)
Nice digs you got here.
Oh, hey.
Yeah, you like this, huh?
Yeah. They hooked me up.
Even has a view.
I see.
Pretty cool.
I don't know.
I never thought I'd
miss this so much.
You know, waking
up in the morning,
and crime scenes, and...
Uh-oh. You're in trouble, man.
You're addicted.
Yeah.
McGowan's coming
after me pretty hard, huh?
Ah, just tell the truth.
Well, truth is...
you wouldn't be in this
position if it weren't for me.
Charlie, he's coming
after me for me.
You just got to get
your clearance back,
all right?
I mean, I can take
care of myself.
McGOWAN: As a
former military man,
you must realize the
importance of following rules.
Had a lieutenant used to
say, only one rule mattered.
When in doubt,
empty your magazine.
So you approve of what
Professor Eppes did?
No. Not necessarily.
He broke with policy.
That's undeniable.
Maybe technically, but...
sometimes following the
rules will get you killed faster.
I was undercover
for three years.
Hmm.
Ended with a commendation
and your pick of assignment.
Yeah, and almost got
myself turned into fish food
in the process.
Charlie went outside the box,
and saved my ass.
And how about Agent Eppes?
What, are you kidding?
I mean, if Don hadn't
listened to his gut, I'd be dead.
So Agent Eppes
broke with policy, too.
Let's keep going.
Do we have to?
How'd it go with
McGruff the crime dog?
Uh, felt like I was
six years old again,
talking to my old man.
DAVID: Yeah, five more minutes,
I would have confessed
to the Kennedy assassination.
Oh, no. I've seen
this road before.
Which road is that?
One that says, "all
stalkers this way."
I'm just following a hunch.
I'm getting the feeling
she's holding out on us.
(beeps)
DAVID: I see what you mean.
I'm starting to get
a hunch myself.
(trilling)
COLBY: A.K.A. Lindsay Farmer.
Arrested for prostitution.
Brought in by
Officer Jerry Lowe.
Schmidt just called.
Derek Broxton's girlfriend
just gave up his loc.
(sighs)
SCHMIDT: LAPD in place
on the front side.
FBI?
(hushed): We're
clear on the back side.
Flash bangs being thrown
in three, two, one.
(explosions)
(indistinct shouting)
(grunts)
Don't move.
(panting)
(grunts)
(yells)
(engine revving)
(panting)
(grunts)
(grunting)
(sighs and sniffles)
(grunts)
Hands in the air!
Easy.
(gunshots)
(grunts)
(panting)
Why did you shoot?
You know something?
Thank you might be nice,
considering I just
saved your life.
He was surrendering.
He was reaching for his gun.
Well, congratulations,
Hoover boy.
Looks like you just caught
yourself the coffee shop killer.
Huh?
I just got a call from a friend
at LAPD Personnel Bureau.
Said you got a-a warrant
to pull Schmidt's PPI file?
I want to see how many
shootings he's been in.
Is that okay by you, Agent?
Schmidt saved your life.
Were you there?
DON: Whoa, ho, ho.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Well, it doesn't sound like
nothing. NIKKI: SID found
Alvarez' gun in Broxton's house
along with a Glock 9mm.
Now, between the two,
we have ballistic matches
for all eight victims in
the coffee shop.
Sorry to disappoint
you. DON: Hey.
Wait a minute. Come here.
What are you doing? Hey...
That guy's got four
years working for me.
You've got four weeks.
What's your story?
Are we trying to close a
mass murder investigation,
or dime out a hero cop?
Lowe and Alvarez
both had $150,000
in unreported cash between them.
They both worked for
Schmidt, they're both dead.
This is the FBI.
We police the police,
you understand?
I only got involved with the
FBI to work with my brother.
I should be back
at Cal Sci, I should.
And you know what I am?
I'm a crime junkie.
I should be worrying
about prime numbers
in the Goldbach
conjecture, rather than
the rising number of
187s in-in South Central.
Exactly.
Or, uh, or, you know,
the-the pattern trends
in the Hadamard matrix,
rather than the pattern
trends of 211s in West LA.
Amen.
I took the
Euler-Mascheroni constant
to 1,400,064 digits,
but who knows if that's
really a rational number?
And-And what is a 211?
Maybe it's time to call it a day
and put everything
back into the big question.
There's no shame in that.
No, I can do more
good for the world
with one important
theorem than I can with
all these cases combined.
Just last year, graph theory led
to an increase in the
number of kidney transplants.
Exactly, and who knows
how many thousands
of lives that'll save?
You're scared, aren't you?
Terrified. I'm...
a consultant who's found
a passion in police work.
That's Don's job, it's his life.
It's his pension, it's
his health insurance,
and all that's in jeopardy now.
I think you and
Don can handle it.
He sacrificed for me
when we were kids.
I'm sure he has no regrets.
I do. I don't want him to
have to go through that again.
Lowe arrested
you for prostitution,
and you became his CI.
I was out there alone.
He protected me.
No one had ever done
things like that for me before.
I should have
told you, it's just...
I thought it was all behind me.
I'm trying to open
this little boutique,
secondhand clothes.
I don't need anything
messing up my loan application.
That hurt as much
as it looks like it does?
I want the truth.
Lowe got a little
obsessed with me.
Wanted to leave his wife,
but...
But what, that's a line
you weren't willing to cross?
Life's a balancing act...
You got the good and bad.
Seems one's always pushing
or pulling you to cross it.
(sighs)
When was the last
time you saw Lowe?
Do you ever stop
asking questions?
Looks like Kurt Young
may be telling the truth
about Lowe blackmailing him.
These are cash deposits?
All under what the IRS requires
the bank to declare.
And Benito Alvarez
has matching amounts,
although he's a bit smarter
and he spread them out
over several accounts.
I don't care how much
money Kurt Young has,
blackmail still
gives him motive.
Maybe he just didn't
want that file to get out.
You going to New York?
Yeah, on the red-eye
tomorrow night.
I mean, i-if I didn't have this
thing with McGowan, I just...
Look, you already
said you can't go. Right?
So, let's just move on.
DON: You know Benito Alvarez?
Lowe's partner.
Aw, come on, man.
The guy had $80,000 of your
money in his bank account.
Confirming what
I've already told you.
And-And why, again, is it that
you didn't come to us before?
And indict two LAPD cops?
Great way to keep
my secret a secret.
And I take it you
haven't found my file yet.
No, Mr. Young, I don't
give a damn about your file.
(tires screech) Then
what are you doing here?
I got eight
dead people, two of whom
you had a problem with.
If I had killed them,
I'd have my file back.
And I never would've called you.
Mr. Young.
(engine starting)
LAPD digital records...
Every radio call, MDT
transmission, e-mail or report
Lowe or Alvarez
ever put their name on.
How'd you get them so quickly?
I used to date a guy.
Turns out, now he dates a guy.
(chuckles)
Look, anyway, I'm not saying
that I was wrong
and you were right.
All right? But...
if Lowe and
Alvarez were dirty...
A lot of tapes,
a lot of hours.
I hear there's a
guy over at LAPD
now who comes up
with magic shortcuts.
♪ ♪
This the way all your
interrogations wind up?
No, this is definitely a first.
Why'd you do it?
I mean, become an FBI agent.
Gary Cooper.
Didn't he die before
we were born?
I broke my leg when
I was ten years old,
I spent the whole summer in bed.
So my uncle gave us his VCR.
My dad, the only movie
he bought was High Noon.
So I just watched that
over and over again.
(giggles)
I still can't figure out why
Lowe called you four times.
Did you get me into bed to
make love or question me?
Marshal Kane gave
back his badge,
but he was never off duty.
This is nice, you know.
A little tranquility in
the eye of the storm.
So, how's life
treating you, Donnie?
You know Robin might
be moving to New York?
New York? She's got some
great opportunity
with this big law firm.
How do you feel about that?
I don't want her to go.
Have you told her?
Not exactly. (laughs)
Things never change
with you, do they?
You and your women.
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
I suppose.
COLBY: David.
Hey, I was thinking about
sending out a search party for you.
Yeah, I stopped by
Lynn Potter's house.
What did she have to say?
(sighs)
Please tell me you did not
sleep with a material witness
in a murder investigation.
I screwed up.
No, no, screwing up is leaving
your gun in the bathroom.
This is messed up.
David, it was a
one-time thing, man.
I mean, it was
just bad judgment.
That's terrible judgment.
(sighs)
Look, I don't think
she's a part of it.
This is coming from the guy
who just got naked with her.
Listen to me, man,
you stay away from her.
If you can't manage to do that,
then you make damn sure
that she stays away from you.
So, my program
analyzed those DVDs.
I got my results using
a hidden Markov model.
From machine learning.
You know what
he's talking about?
Aw, you learn quick around here.
Um... okay,
so, picture a... a
3-D stereogram.
A field filled with
rows of cabbage.
You don't really
see anything special,
but when you
continue to look at it
and let your eye
focus on a distant point,
you see another
picture hidden within it.
All right, now, similarly,
the information
you've presented here
appears to be an average
distribution of police work.
Until, like the
stereogram, you stare at it,
you look at the data over
and over and over again,
and... a hidden pattern emerges.
This is the sector that
Lowe was patrolling
since he left the
Intelligence Division.
On any shift, there are between
five and eight cars patrolling.
Lowe was Adam-14.
Now, he's supposed
to stay in that sector,
unless a call comes in
where he needs to be
readjusted to back up another unit.
Everything appears
to be fairly random,
until one call comes up.
It's Bel-Air.
Same address
comes up every week.
And Lowe responds
every time. You know,
it's not his sector, but
he's always the closest car.
Because he knows
a call is coming in.
It's Kurt Young's house.
DAVID: Once a week,
Young dials 911.
Dispatch sends Lowe's car to
respond because it's nearest.
NIKKI: Then Lowe goes inside
Young's house, picks up the cash.
No witnesses, nice and clean.
After every call, Lowe
goes code seven...
That's a lunch break...
with a detective unit from
Robbery/Homicide Division.
Schmidt. His old
boss from Intel.
All right, Schmidt's too smart
to show up at Young's house.
Lowe's his bagman.
DON: Two weeks ago,
look who shows up
three times in two days.
(sighs) Yeah, maybe
Schmidt got tired of splitting
the money with Lowe and Alvarez.
Schmidt cuts a side
deal with Young.
Lump of cash for the file.
It's a buyout.
Yeah, but Schmidt
doesn't have the file.
Lowe does.
Schmidt confronts Lowe
and Alvarez at the coffee shop,
but they won't give it up.
Schmidt has to kill
Lowe, Alvarez and the cook.
Then he has to make
sure there are no witnesses.
So he takes Alvarez's gun
and shoots the
remaining five customers.
(gunshots)
That's a great theory.
How the hell do we prove that?
(projector humming)
Those are weekly calls
to 911... burglary,
vandalism, trespassing.
All with your voice.
I pay a lot of taxes.
Part of my right is to have
the police respond promptly.
Lowe shows up at your house
every week, and he's dead.
I did not hide the fact that
he was blackmailing me.
And Schmidt shows up
two weeks ago instead.
All right, I'm calling
your supervisor.
I already did.
You know what? He
called the US Attorney.
So, I think you might
be out of friends.
Schmidt said he was
going to get my file.
I didn't ask how.
Whatever he did,
it's not my responsibility.
You're going to help me.
(laughs): Oh,
and what, testify against a
cop who just killed eight people?
He sees me show
up in the same room
as you, I'm going
to be number nine.
And if you had a real
case against Schmidt,
you wouldn't even need me.
Roll scene seven.
(intercom beeps)
MAN (over intercom):
Right away, Mr. Young.
Hey, do you mind?
DON: You killed eight people.
SCHMIDT: And just who's
your source... Kurt Young?
Hmm? The man makes
movies for a living.
He's got to have a
vivid imagination. Well...
you would know, I mean, you're
the one who's blackmailing him.
Yeah, good luck getting Young
to the witness stand.
He's probably going to have to
cancel his waxing appointment.
(chuckles) What...?
You went to get the
file from Lowe and-and
he didn't have it? What file?
(laughs)
I'm not in
handcuffs. I don't see
my union rep, so...
I'm thinking you've got
absolutely nothing on me...
Don.
Come on, Eppes,
you know I've been playing
this game as long as you have.
Yeah? Mmm.
How's 20 years sound?
Thirty?
Life?
You know something... I came
in here under my own power...
and I'm leaving the same way.
You know, I hear that
sodium thiopental is cold
when it goes in your veins.
You look forward to that.
(sighs)
Eh, Schmidt
doesn't have the file.
Without the file,
he gets no money.
Lowe panicked.
Why?
He made four phone calls.
He was trying to get the file.
And the person holding
it for him didn't answer.
(sighs)
I'll get the warrant
for Lynn Potter.
You don't move until I get back.
(sighs)
You know, Charlie, I haven't
seen you this concerned
since you were being
considered for a Fields.
AMITA: You know,
he's right, Charlie.
The charges were dropped,
and you helped a friend out.
You should feel confident
and proud. What if
getting my clearance back
means betraying
my brother?
It's a bit like
Socrates, isn't it?
Sentenced to die but with
the opportunity to live...
If he renounced
everything he believed in.
Professor Eppes,
my first question
involves case #9767...
Subject by the name
of Crystal Hoyle.
Crystal Hoyle who
kidnapped Agent Reeves?
I understand
Agent Ian Edgerton
beat a suspect
and your brother allowed it.
I don't know
anything about that.
I know
Megan's life was at stake.
So you're an ends
justify the means kind of guy?
I'm simply saying
that I've learned from watching
the men and women at the FBI,
that risking your own life
invariably saves others.
Even if, on occasion, that
means breaking the rules.
Mmm, like your brother did
when he let Clay Porter,
a deadly felon, walk away.
Agent McGowan, I
thought this was about me...
Getting my security
clearance back? You don't think
I felt like beating
my share of crooks?
Hmm?
Guys who run kiddie porn rings,
turn 13 year olds
out on the street.
But I didn't...
Because there are
rules we must adhere to.
Rules prevent misuse of power.
Just as we've sworn
to uphold all the laws...
we don't get to choose
which rules we obey.
"Crito, we owe a
rooster to Asclepius.
Please don't forget
to pay the debt.”
Excuse me?
I'm not going to throw
my brother under a bus.
He threw himself under the bus.
We both know your brother's
been getting more
and more reckless.
One of these screw-ups...
he won't be able to cover.
Help him.
I'll be at home waiting
for your decision.
And I will respect your
decision either way.
♪ ♪
I'm glad you called.
I wasn't sure I'd get
to see you tonight.
Nice to see you, too.
You lied to me the
first time we met,
you haven't stopped since.
That's all gonna end right now.
You're an accessory to murder.
I'm not a criminal.
Why don't you stop
talking like a cop
and start acting
like a human being?
You are a son of a bitch.
Listen to me.
This guy's killed eight people.
We connected the
dots, so trust me,
so has he. Leave me alone.
(phone rings)
(clears throat) Not now, David.
I have the warrant,
let's do this right.
We don't want her walking.
Don't worry, she's not walking.
(keyless entry chirps)
You've jeopardized
this investigation.
Yeah, gotta go.
Lynn...
Lynn, wait a minute.
I was holding onto
the file as a favor.
I may have broke
it off with Lowe,
but I still cared about him.
You want it? Fine.
Take the damn thing.
Just let me go.
(car alarm blaring)
(grunts)
You paid Lowe and
Alvarez over $150,000.
I have never denied that.
From a bank account in
France, via New Zealand...
where there's a holding company
that wrote checks for a movie
called City of Twilight,
that's being released
by your studio.
What I do with my
money is my business.
What you do
with stockholders'
money, that's our business.
(tapping glass)
Especially fraud.
Thanks, Col.
(chuckles)
Oh, very photogenic.
I got it.
No, I want to do this.
Put your hands behind your back
and interlock your fingers.
(handcuffs click)
(laughs)
Hey.
So you're going, huh?
Look...
I want you to have
every opportunity
that-that you deserve.
I-I... I do.
I just would like you
to have them here.
With me.
(chuckling sigh)
♪ ♪
Exactly how many
frequent flier miles
were you going to
make me rack up
before you said something?
If someone asked
you if it was worth it...
Eventually, someone will.
Which is why you have to go.
I meant getting the file back.
That's what I do.
I'll never tell anyone,
you have to realize that.
Yeah, but I'll know.
I'm always going to know.
We never had a chance, did we?
You're right.
Besides, Gary Cooper got
Grace Kelly, not the hooker.
♪ ♪
So?
What happened?
Oh.
Just exactly what
I was afraid of.
In order to get my
clearance back,
he wanted me to give up Don.
And what did you say?
I can always get another job...
I only have one brother.
(knocking on door)
Agent Eppes.
Have a seat.
Is that thing on?
(clicks)
Is now.
♪ And there's no
way around it... ♪
Charlie Eppes is a vital part
of the FBI.
And as Supervisor
of the Los Angeles
Violent Crime Squad,
it is my belief that I cannot
perform my duties without him.
You realize what you're saying.
Yeah. Charlie's
back, or I'm gone.
(recorder clicks)
You and your brother have the
same way of looking at things.
You know that?
I haven't heard that, but, uh...
I'll take it.
♪ ♪
You double-crossed
your partners.
You killed them
when things went bad.
You lied to me the
first time we met.
You haven't stopped since.
That's all going
to end right now.
McGOWAN: Just as we've
sworn to uphold all the laws,
we don't get to choose
which rules we obey.
CHARLIE: "Crito,
we owe a rooster
"to Asclepius.
Please don't forget
to pay the debt."
How does 20 years sound?
Thirty?
Life?
I have the warrant.
Let's do this right.
We don't want her walking.
Don't worry, she's not walking.
DON: You know, I hear
that sodium thiopental is
cold when it goes in your veins.
You look forward to that.
Wait a minute.
Just let me go.
(explosion)
McGOWAN: Back in the '70s,
when I started
out in the Bureau,
there weren't a lot
of your kind of agents around.
You mean black.
I mean leaders.
Post-Vietnam, law enforcement
wasn't all that
popular a vocation.
I read your file.
I've seen the way you operate.
You're the future of this
department, Agent Sinclair.
I appreciate that.
One day, when
you've had the benefit
of sitting in that chair
as long as I have,
you'll understand
that the department
is a lot bigger
than any case or individual.
You swore an oath to the FBI...
not Don Eppes.
I'm well aware of
my responsibilities.
Did Professor Eppes
act on his own, or was he
led astray by his brother?
Listen, nobody leads Charlie
Eppes anywhere, okay,
least of all Don.
So they have a bad relationship?
They're brothers, so
there's a little bit of arguing
and a lot of success, but
Charlie is his own man.
And if Don failed to stop him,
then you're saying it
was Professor Eppes' idea
to begin with.
I'm not saying anything.
(engine roaring)
Again.
Okay, that's it.
(Charlie chuckling)
Yeah!
Hey, well done, Charles.
Thank you, thank you,
but we wouldn't
have been successful
without your aerodynamics work.
You know, it is very cool
that the Aprilia MotoGP
asked for your help with this.
It is very cool.
But before you
pop the champagne,
you do realize that this
only improved the air flow
by 1/1000 of a second.
Yeah, but, you
know, in the world
of grand prix motorcycle
racing, that means the difference
between a first and
second place finish.
Or the time it
takes light to travel
from Milwaukee to
Chicago and back
or the ruby-throated hummingbird
to flap its wings
once or even...
I'm sure you
could go on all day.
Team Eppes, time for a pit stop.
Hello?
Okay.
Yeah, I'll be right over.
I got to go.
Hey.
Clearance or no
clearance, he still knows how
to make an exit.
DON: Did you get
a good jury or something?
Better.
What's up?
What do you say to a weekend
at the St. Regis New York City,
first class, all expenses paid?
Yeah, I like it.
Skadden Arps law firm
has been following my work,
and they want to
interview me for a job.
They said I could
bring a friend.
Don, LAPD has eight dead
in a coffee shop, Mid-Wilshire.
What, they're asking for us?
Yeah, joint investigation.
It's a mass murder.
Their lab's already
overstretched.
Going to need our help.
Well, let's just, uh...
we'll talk about it later, okay?
Hey, how you doing?
(siren wailing)
(sighs): What do you say, Colby?
Looks like Fallujah in there.
We got eight
dead, five with shots
to the back of the
head execution style.
Any kind of motive?
Boys in blue are saying robbery.
If this was a robbery,
it's the dumbest
crew I've ever seen.
What kind of robbers
leave $500 behind?
Jerry Lowe.
LAPD, off-duty.
Stops here a couple times
a week on his way home.
You know him? No, but when I
worked Narco out of Rampart,
he was a patrol team leader.
That gun's unsnapped.
COLBY: Must have gone for it
and not been quick enough.
Ryder, on the other
hand, made a play,
but knives don't
deflect bullets.
What about this guy here?
No money,
no I.D., no idea.
COLBY: Maybe he
followed the cook's lead,
tried to be a hero.
Five people were
brought back here
and executed.
What's with the gold watch?
Why didn't they grab that?
Rolex.
They didn't go for
the cash or the gold.
All right.
Jon Schmidt, Robbery Homicide.
Don Eppes. I'm glad
to see you guys are here.
We could really use the assist.
Jerry Lowe worked for me
over at Intel Division.
Now, he was a good man.
He did not deserve this.
CHARLIE: I have
clearance to be here.
What the hell's going on?
He's with us.
I'm working for the LAPD.
(murmuring,
garbled radio chatter)
LAPD heard about my suspension,
and they said all I needed to do
was pass a polygraph exam.
What, you don't tell me?
I... I didn't think they'd
need me so soon.
The lab rats say they're gonna
need time that we don't have
to unscramble the mess in there.
All right, well,
let... let's see.
Um, would it help to know
where everyone was seated?
Because that's a simple
question of aggregation.
Yeah, sure. Yeah.
During lunch at any
typical high school cafeteria,
each student looks for a seat,
but students aren't always
free to sit where they want.
It's dictated by the
first group to enter.
So, let's say the
cheerleaders enter first.
Next come the jocks.
Naturally, the jocks want
to be near the cheerleaders.
The next group to enter
are the mathematicians.
The mathematicians want to
be as far away from the jocks
as possible, so that
no one gets picked on.
And it's the same thing here.
You know, a truck driver
who's used to being alone
is gonna sit at the counter.
An elderly lady is gonna sit
far away from the jukebox.
A young couple in a booth.
Right, exactly, and
an aggregation model
filters through
the characteristics
of the victims and searches
for their strongest
attributes to determine
their most likely
choice of seat.
DON: What's up?
Boss wants you to go
interview a Kurt Young.
SCHMIDT: The guy
who runs Zenith Studios?
Yeah, he's got
Brangelina on speed dial.
DAVID: Apparently, it
has to do with this case.
You were supposed to
be there five minutes ago.
(murmuring, bell ringing)
I understand an LAPD detective,
Jerry Lowe, was
killed this morning.
Yeah, that's interesting,
'cause the names
haven't been released yet.
I don't wait for the news
to get my information.
Oh?
Lowe was blackmailing
me for the last two years.
He worked in Intelligence.
He spied on people for the LAPD.
What did he have on you? Enough.
Enough to keep me
from going to the FBI.
Nothing illegal...
but considerably embarrassing.
You think I look into him,
I'm gonna find that file?
I never forget favors.
(chuckles): I don't
need any favors.
Everyone needs
favors, Agent Eppes.
Consider how quickly
your boss sent you here.
DAVID: You still think
Lowe is the flash point.
NIKKI: And if Young
had reason to want Lowe dead,
maybe he hires
someone to whack him.
You know, Lowe fought back.
Chain reaction put
eight stiffs in the morgue.
Finished a time line
for Jesse Martinez,
taxi driver.
Jerry Lowe left two kids behind.
The waitress, Renee Collins...
she left four.
Single parent mom.
The cook, Ryder,
lived with his old man.
He's in a wheelchair,
totally dependant
on his son's steady paycheck.
I know that Lowe was a
cop, but that doesn't make him
any more special than the rest.
In LAPD... you kill a cop,
that's a priority.
In the FBI, if you
kill eight people,
they're all a priority.
You know, the LAPD is
a fascinating organization.
You know, they invented SWAT.
They invented
community policing,
the D.A.R.E. program.
Not to mention Joe Friday.
Oh, yeah, he's
from Dragnet, right?
CHARLIE: Yeah, and you
know, his badge number, 714...
it's been retired...
No officer can wear it.
That's odd, that's
the same number
stamped on U.S.-made
Quaalude tablets.
It's not really relevant
how I know that.
(Charlie and Amita chuckling)
What's up? It's just nice
to see you happy again.
The Eppes spark is back.
I have my very own spark now?
Most definitely.
Actually, it's more like a
rearranging of molecules.
Hey, speaking of
rearranging molecules,
you see where Professor
Eric Kolokoff has designed
a new kind of
graphene-based digital paper?
Yeah, apparently it's flexible,
just like authentic parchment.
Think of the trees
that will save.
(beeping)
I'm sorry.
Oh, it's okay, it happens.
Professor Eppes, it seems
you have some results.
All right, I'll go call Don.
Uh, you mean Schmidt.
Right.
ROBIN: So, Jerry
Lowe was blackmailing
the head of Zenith Studios.
That makes Young suspect
number one by default.
Let me ask you something.
You know anything about LAPD's
Intelligence Division?
It's like their
answer to the CIA.
Became prominent in the '60s,
infiltrating radical groups.
Some people would say they
got carried away.
It was a big scandal
a couple years back.
Officers were getting
files on prominent officials,
celebrities.
So what, it's just like
J. Edgar used to do.
The judge is
signing the warrants
for Lowe's bank accounts, so
we should know soon enough
whether Young
is telling the truth.
Okay.
So I guess you are
pretty busy, huh?
Yeah.
You know, I can push
the trip off a week or two.
I'm sure the law
firm wouldn't mind.
Ah, you know something
else is probably gonna pop up.
I need to go check
on those warrants.
CHARLIE: Using an
aggregation model,
we can see where
each victim was located.
Wow.
No offense, Charlie,
but I'm glad the FBI
suspended you.
Except there's only
seven bodies here.
There's supposed to be eight.
That's because
victim number three,
Benito Alvarez,
didn't fit in anywhere.
NIKKI: What do you mean
he doesn't fit in?
Think of a high
school cafeteria.
Each student is seated
in their respective seats,
when a new student comes in.
Now, he hasn't established
a circle of friends yet,
so he's not quite
sure where to sit.
Number three was on the move.
Exactly.
Benito Alvarez.
Man of the hour.
Lab found gunshot
residue all over his hand.
How much?
Enough to shoot seven people.
Okay, well, if Alvarez
was the shooter,
then what happened to his gun?
And who killed him?
Benito Alvarez scrubbed out of
LAPD Academy after ten weeks.
He failed a drug test?
Yeah, so he moves
to his next best career
choice, scumbag for rent.
And he's the guy
that Young hires
to 86 Lowe.
So, what, he commits
suicide 'cause he's guilty?
And then, what, his gun
just walks out the door?
What year does it
say he washed out?
1992.
The year that Lowe graduated.
They were classmates.
A 16-year vet and a
guy who failed a pee test
drink coffee and watch
the sun rise together?
I mean, that make sense to you?
What if he was
snitching for Lowe?
What time did you say
that 911 call came in?
Um, lady walking by with
her dog heard gunshots.
Dispatch got the call at 5:30.
All right, 'cause
Lowe, our cop...
He made four phone calls
to the exact same number.
First one at 0520,
and the last one at 0528.
Must have done it while Alvarez
wasn't looking.
You unsnap your gun,
expecting to get in a gunfight,
and you don't call the cops?
(beep and trilling)
You called Lynn Potter,
Marina Del Rey?
(knocking)
Agents Granger and Sinclair.
Have I done something wrong?
Don't know yet.
Well, why don't you
come in and let's find out?
COLBY: So, you
know a police officer
named Jerry Lowe?
LYNN: Obviously,
you know I do,
but I didn't kill eight people,
if that's what you're asking.
Lowe called you four
times before he was killed.
I didn't get any messages.
Where were you 5:00
a.m. yesterday morning?
Passed out on the couch.
I fell asleep watching
L.A. Confidential.
Lowe and I met
last year, had a little thing.
COLBY: Well, it must
have been more than just
a little thing for
him to call you
instead of 911.
You're telling me, four calls,
you didn't hear one of them?
My cell phone was off.
I only turn it on when
I need something.
Here you go.
I had 'em lighten the action.
Tell me how that feels.
(click)
Yeah. Yeah?
Yeah, that's good.
Why didn't you tell me you
were looking for another job?
I haven't decided anything.
I'm just exploring
my possibilities.
My father didn't pay my way
through Harvard so I
could make 70 grand a year.
Yeah. It's a great opportunity.
I just, um...
I'm listening.
I'm just not, you know...
(door opens)
NIKKI: Preliminary
ballistics.
All victims were shot
with 9mm rounds.
Same gun?
We don't know yet,
but ERT found these.
All stamped law
enforcement only.
I thought Lowe
didn't fire his gun.
DON: He didn't.
Alvarez did.
Well, why is he carrying
law enforcement ammunition
if Alvarez isn't a cop anymore?
You didn't forget to tell
us anything about Alvarez?
Like he's still on LAPD payroll?
I'm sorry, but I couldn't
tell you guys that earlier.
Alvarez worked deep cover for
me over at Intelligence, all right?
Now, after we disbanded, he
was just rolled over into Narcotics.
The chief only
just authorized me
to read you guys in.
At the time of his death,
Alvarez was still involved
in sensitive operations.
What was he doing
at the coffee shop?
He and Lowe stayed
tight, you know.
I mean, it's not like
they could join a
bowling league together.
DON: So it was just
the wrong place,
wrong time? Exactly.
And I know those guys.
Those guys would have
gone down swinging.
After Lowe was
shot, I'm thinking,
Alvarez must have
broken cover, right,
and fired at their killer.
You got a suspect? Yeah.
Derek Broxton.
Now this guy served seven years
for a bank job.
Lowe put him in there.
Alvarez testified as
a snitch in his trial.
NIKKI: Yeah, released
three months ago.
Skipped bail,
believed to be in Brazil.
Brazil, my ass.
Now, we picked up
his little girlfriend
last night.
And if she's here, he's here.
All right, Broxton finds out
that Lowe goes to the
coffee shop regularly.
Maybe he meets Alvarez there.
And with Broxton's rap sheet,
eight dead is not a stretch.
Yeah, but why didn't...?
You know what?
I'm gonna catch up with
you in a minute, okay?
Mm-hmm. All right.
(squeaking)
Nice digs you got here.
Oh, hey.
Yeah, you like this, huh?
Yeah. They hooked me up.
Even has a view.
I see.
Pretty cool.
I don't know.
I never thought I'd
miss this so much.
You know, waking
up in the morning,
and crime scenes, and...
Uh-oh. You're in trouble, man.
You're addicted.
Yeah.
McGowan's coming
after me pretty hard, huh?
Ah, just tell the truth.
Well, truth is...
you wouldn't be in this
position if it weren't for me.
Charlie, he's coming
after me for me.
You just got to get
your clearance back,
all right?
I mean, I can take
care of myself.
McGOWAN: As a
former military man,
you must realize the
importance of following rules.
Had a lieutenant used to
say, only one rule mattered.
When in doubt,
empty your magazine.
So you approve of what
Professor Eppes did?
No. Not necessarily.
He broke with policy.
That's undeniable.
Maybe technically, but...
sometimes following the
rules will get you killed faster.
I was undercover
for three years.
Hmm.
Ended with a commendation
and your pick of assignment.
Yeah, and almost got
myself turned into fish food
in the process.
Charlie went outside the box,
and saved my ass.
And how about Agent Eppes?
What, are you kidding?
I mean, if Don hadn't
listened to his gut, I'd be dead.
So Agent Eppes
broke with policy, too.
Let's keep going.
Do we have to?
How'd it go with
McGruff the crime dog?
Uh, felt like I was
six years old again,
talking to my old man.
DAVID: Yeah, five more minutes,
I would have confessed
to the Kennedy assassination.
Oh, no. I've seen
this road before.
Which road is that?
One that says, "all
stalkers this way."
I'm just following a hunch.
I'm getting the feeling
she's holding out on us.
(beeps)
DAVID: I see what you mean.
I'm starting to get
a hunch myself.
(trilling)
COLBY: A.K.A. Lindsay Farmer.
Arrested for prostitution.
Brought in by
Officer Jerry Lowe.
Schmidt just called.
Derek Broxton's girlfriend
just gave up his loc.
(sighs)
SCHMIDT: LAPD in place
on the front side.
FBI?
(hushed): We're
clear on the back side.
Flash bangs being thrown
in three, two, one.
(explosions)
(indistinct shouting)
(grunts)
Don't move.
(panting)
(grunts)
(yells)
(engine revving)
(panting)
(grunts)
(grunting)
(sighs and sniffles)
(grunts)
Hands in the air!
Easy.
(gunshots)
(grunts)
(panting)
Why did you shoot?
You know something?
Thank you might be nice,
considering I just
saved your life.
He was surrendering.
He was reaching for his gun.
Well, congratulations,
Hoover boy.
Looks like you just caught
yourself the coffee shop killer.
Huh?
I just got a call from a friend
at LAPD Personnel Bureau.
Said you got a-a warrant
to pull Schmidt's PPI file?
I want to see how many
shootings he's been in.
Is that okay by you, Agent?
Schmidt saved your life.
Were you there?
DON: Whoa, ho, ho.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Well, it doesn't sound like
nothing. NIKKI: SID found
Alvarez' gun in Broxton's house
along with a Glock 9mm.
Now, between the two,
we have ballistic matches
for all eight victims in
the coffee shop.
Sorry to disappoint
you. DON: Hey.
Wait a minute. Come here.
What are you doing? Hey...
That guy's got four
years working for me.
You've got four weeks.
What's your story?
Are we trying to close a
mass murder investigation,
or dime out a hero cop?
Lowe and Alvarez
both had $150,000
in unreported cash between them.
They both worked for
Schmidt, they're both dead.
This is the FBI.
We police the police,
you understand?
I only got involved with the
FBI to work with my brother.
I should be back
at Cal Sci, I should.
And you know what I am?
I'm a crime junkie.
I should be worrying
about prime numbers
in the Goldbach
conjecture, rather than
the rising number of
187s in-in South Central.
Exactly.
Or, uh, or, you know,
the-the pattern trends
in the Hadamard matrix,
rather than the pattern
trends of 211s in West LA.
Amen.
I took the
Euler-Mascheroni constant
to 1,400,064 digits,
but who knows if that's
really a rational number?
And-And what is a 211?
Maybe it's time to call it a day
and put everything
back into the big question.
There's no shame in that.
No, I can do more
good for the world
with one important
theorem than I can with
all these cases combined.
Just last year, graph theory led
to an increase in the
number of kidney transplants.
Exactly, and who knows
how many thousands
of lives that'll save?
You're scared, aren't you?
Terrified. I'm...
a consultant who's found
a passion in police work.
That's Don's job, it's his life.
It's his pension, it's
his health insurance,
and all that's in jeopardy now.
I think you and
Don can handle it.
He sacrificed for me
when we were kids.
I'm sure he has no regrets.
I do. I don't want him to
have to go through that again.
Lowe arrested
you for prostitution,
and you became his CI.
I was out there alone.
He protected me.
No one had ever done
things like that for me before.
I should have
told you, it's just...
I thought it was all behind me.
I'm trying to open
this little boutique,
secondhand clothes.
I don't need anything
messing up my loan application.
That hurt as much
as it looks like it does?
I want the truth.
Lowe got a little
obsessed with me.
Wanted to leave his wife,
but...
But what, that's a line
you weren't willing to cross?
Life's a balancing act...
You got the good and bad.
Seems one's always pushing
or pulling you to cross it.
(sighs)
When was the last
time you saw Lowe?
Do you ever stop
asking questions?
Looks like Kurt Young
may be telling the truth
about Lowe blackmailing him.
These are cash deposits?
All under what the IRS requires
the bank to declare.
And Benito Alvarez
has matching amounts,
although he's a bit smarter
and he spread them out
over several accounts.
I don't care how much
money Kurt Young has,
blackmail still
gives him motive.
Maybe he just didn't
want that file to get out.
You going to New York?
Yeah, on the red-eye
tomorrow night.
I mean, i-if I didn't have this
thing with McGowan, I just...
Look, you already
said you can't go. Right?
So, let's just move on.
DON: You know Benito Alvarez?
Lowe's partner.
Aw, come on, man.
The guy had $80,000 of your
money in his bank account.
Confirming what
I've already told you.
And-And why, again, is it that
you didn't come to us before?
And indict two LAPD cops?
Great way to keep
my secret a secret.
And I take it you
haven't found my file yet.
No, Mr. Young, I don't
give a damn about your file.
(tires screech) Then
what are you doing here?
I got eight
dead people, two of whom
you had a problem with.
If I had killed them,
I'd have my file back.
And I never would've called you.
Mr. Young.
(engine starting)
LAPD digital records...
Every radio call, MDT
transmission, e-mail or report
Lowe or Alvarez
ever put their name on.
How'd you get them so quickly?
I used to date a guy.
Turns out, now he dates a guy.
(chuckles)
Look, anyway, I'm not saying
that I was wrong
and you were right.
All right? But...
if Lowe and
Alvarez were dirty...
A lot of tapes,
a lot of hours.
I hear there's a
guy over at LAPD
now who comes up
with magic shortcuts.
♪ ♪
This the way all your
interrogations wind up?
No, this is definitely a first.
Why'd you do it?
I mean, become an FBI agent.
Gary Cooper.
Didn't he die before
we were born?
I broke my leg when
I was ten years old,
I spent the whole summer in bed.
So my uncle gave us his VCR.
My dad, the only movie
he bought was High Noon.
So I just watched that
over and over again.
(giggles)
I still can't figure out why
Lowe called you four times.
Did you get me into bed to
make love or question me?
Marshal Kane gave
back his badge,
but he was never off duty.
This is nice, you know.
A little tranquility in
the eye of the storm.
So, how's life
treating you, Donnie?
You know Robin might
be moving to New York?
New York? She's got some
great opportunity
with this big law firm.
How do you feel about that?
I don't want her to go.
Have you told her?
Not exactly. (laughs)
Things never change
with you, do they?
You and your women.
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
I suppose.
COLBY: David.
Hey, I was thinking about
sending out a search party for you.
Yeah, I stopped by
Lynn Potter's house.
What did she have to say?
(sighs)
Please tell me you did not
sleep with a material witness
in a murder investigation.
I screwed up.
No, no, screwing up is leaving
your gun in the bathroom.
This is messed up.
David, it was a
one-time thing, man.
I mean, it was
just bad judgment.
That's terrible judgment.
(sighs)
Look, I don't think
she's a part of it.
This is coming from the guy
who just got naked with her.
Listen to me, man,
you stay away from her.
If you can't manage to do that,
then you make damn sure
that she stays away from you.
So, my program
analyzed those DVDs.
I got my results using
a hidden Markov model.
From machine learning.
You know what
he's talking about?
Aw, you learn quick around here.
Um... okay,
so, picture a... a
3-D stereogram.
A field filled with
rows of cabbage.
You don't really
see anything special,
but when you
continue to look at it
and let your eye
focus on a distant point,
you see another
picture hidden within it.
All right, now, similarly,
the information
you've presented here
appears to be an average
distribution of police work.
Until, like the
stereogram, you stare at it,
you look at the data over
and over and over again,
and... a hidden pattern emerges.
This is the sector that
Lowe was patrolling
since he left the
Intelligence Division.
On any shift, there are between
five and eight cars patrolling.
Lowe was Adam-14.
Now, he's supposed
to stay in that sector,
unless a call comes in
where he needs to be
readjusted to back up another unit.
Everything appears
to be fairly random,
until one call comes up.
It's Bel-Air.
Same address
comes up every week.
And Lowe responds
every time. You know,
it's not his sector, but
he's always the closest car.
Because he knows
a call is coming in.
It's Kurt Young's house.
DAVID: Once a week,
Young dials 911.
Dispatch sends Lowe's car to
respond because it's nearest.
NIKKI: Then Lowe goes inside
Young's house, picks up the cash.
No witnesses, nice and clean.
After every call, Lowe
goes code seven...
That's a lunch break...
with a detective unit from
Robbery/Homicide Division.
Schmidt. His old
boss from Intel.
All right, Schmidt's too smart
to show up at Young's house.
Lowe's his bagman.
DON: Two weeks ago,
look who shows up
three times in two days.
(sighs) Yeah, maybe
Schmidt got tired of splitting
the money with Lowe and Alvarez.
Schmidt cuts a side
deal with Young.
Lump of cash for the file.
It's a buyout.
Yeah, but Schmidt
doesn't have the file.
Lowe does.
Schmidt confronts Lowe
and Alvarez at the coffee shop,
but they won't give it up.
Schmidt has to kill
Lowe, Alvarez and the cook.
Then he has to make
sure there are no witnesses.
So he takes Alvarez's gun
and shoots the
remaining five customers.
(gunshots)
That's a great theory.
How the hell do we prove that?
(projector humming)
Those are weekly calls
to 911... burglary,
vandalism, trespassing.
All with your voice.
I pay a lot of taxes.
Part of my right is to have
the police respond promptly.
Lowe shows up at your house
every week, and he's dead.
I did not hide the fact that
he was blackmailing me.
And Schmidt shows up
two weeks ago instead.
All right, I'm calling
your supervisor.
I already did.
You know what? He
called the US Attorney.
So, I think you might
be out of friends.
Schmidt said he was
going to get my file.
I didn't ask how.
Whatever he did,
it's not my responsibility.
You're going to help me.
(laughs): Oh,
and what, testify against a
cop who just killed eight people?
He sees me show
up in the same room
as you, I'm going
to be number nine.
And if you had a real
case against Schmidt,
you wouldn't even need me.
Roll scene seven.
(intercom beeps)
MAN (over intercom):
Right away, Mr. Young.
Hey, do you mind?
DON: You killed eight people.
SCHMIDT: And just who's
your source... Kurt Young?
Hmm? The man makes
movies for a living.
He's got to have a
vivid imagination. Well...
you would know, I mean, you're
the one who's blackmailing him.
Yeah, good luck getting Young
to the witness stand.
He's probably going to have to
cancel his waxing appointment.
(chuckles) What...?
You went to get the
file from Lowe and-and
he didn't have it? What file?
(laughs)
I'm not in
handcuffs. I don't see
my union rep, so...
I'm thinking you've got
absolutely nothing on me...
Don.
Come on, Eppes,
you know I've been playing
this game as long as you have.
Yeah? Mmm.
How's 20 years sound?
Thirty?
Life?
You know something... I came
in here under my own power...
and I'm leaving the same way.
You know, I hear that
sodium thiopental is cold
when it goes in your veins.
You look forward to that.
(sighs)
Eh, Schmidt
doesn't have the file.
Without the file,
he gets no money.
Lowe panicked.
Why?
He made four phone calls.
He was trying to get the file.
And the person holding
it for him didn't answer.
(sighs)
I'll get the warrant
for Lynn Potter.
You don't move until I get back.
(sighs)
You know, Charlie, I haven't
seen you this concerned
since you were being
considered for a Fields.
AMITA: You know,
he's right, Charlie.
The charges were dropped,
and you helped a friend out.
You should feel confident
and proud. What if
getting my clearance back
means betraying
my brother?
It's a bit like
Socrates, isn't it?
Sentenced to die but with
the opportunity to live...
If he renounced
everything he believed in.
Professor Eppes,
my first question
involves case #9767...
Subject by the name
of Crystal Hoyle.
Crystal Hoyle who
kidnapped Agent Reeves?
I understand
Agent Ian Edgerton
beat a suspect
and your brother allowed it.
I don't know
anything about that.
I know
Megan's life was at stake.
So you're an ends
justify the means kind of guy?
I'm simply saying
that I've learned from watching
the men and women at the FBI,
that risking your own life
invariably saves others.
Even if, on occasion, that
means breaking the rules.
Mmm, like your brother did
when he let Clay Porter,
a deadly felon, walk away.
Agent McGowan, I
thought this was about me...
Getting my security
clearance back? You don't think
I felt like beating
my share of crooks?
Hmm?
Guys who run kiddie porn rings,
turn 13 year olds
out on the street.
But I didn't...
Because there are
rules we must adhere to.
Rules prevent misuse of power.
Just as we've sworn
to uphold all the laws...
we don't get to choose
which rules we obey.
"Crito, we owe a
rooster to Asclepius.
Please don't forget
to pay the debt.”
Excuse me?
I'm not going to throw
my brother under a bus.
He threw himself under the bus.
We both know your brother's
been getting more
and more reckless.
One of these screw-ups...
he won't be able to cover.
Help him.
I'll be at home waiting
for your decision.
And I will respect your
decision either way.
♪ ♪
I'm glad you called.
I wasn't sure I'd get
to see you tonight.
Nice to see you, too.
You lied to me the
first time we met,
you haven't stopped since.
That's all gonna end right now.
You're an accessory to murder.
I'm not a criminal.
Why don't you stop
talking like a cop
and start acting
like a human being?
You are a son of a bitch.
Listen to me.
This guy's killed eight people.
We connected the
dots, so trust me,
so has he. Leave me alone.
(phone rings)
(clears throat) Not now, David.
I have the warrant,
let's do this right.
We don't want her walking.
Don't worry, she's not walking.
(keyless entry chirps)
You've jeopardized
this investigation.
Yeah, gotta go.
Lynn...
Lynn, wait a minute.
I was holding onto
the file as a favor.
I may have broke
it off with Lowe,
but I still cared about him.
You want it? Fine.
Take the damn thing.
Just let me go.
(car alarm blaring)
(grunts)
You paid Lowe and
Alvarez over $150,000.
I have never denied that.
From a bank account in
France, via New Zealand...
where there's a holding company
that wrote checks for a movie
called City of Twilight,
that's being released
by your studio.
What I do with my
money is my business.
What you do
with stockholders'
money, that's our business.
(tapping glass)
Especially fraud.
Thanks, Col.
(chuckles)
Oh, very photogenic.
I got it.
No, I want to do this.
Put your hands behind your back
and interlock your fingers.
(handcuffs click)
(laughs)
Hey.
So you're going, huh?
Look...
I want you to have
every opportunity
that-that you deserve.
I-I... I do.
I just would like you
to have them here.
With me.
(chuckling sigh)
♪ ♪
Exactly how many
frequent flier miles
were you going to
make me rack up
before you said something?
If someone asked
you if it was worth it...
Eventually, someone will.
Which is why you have to go.
I meant getting the file back.
That's what I do.
I'll never tell anyone,
you have to realize that.
Yeah, but I'll know.
I'm always going to know.
We never had a chance, did we?
You're right.
Besides, Gary Cooper got
Grace Kelly, not the hooker.
♪ ♪
So?
What happened?
Oh.
Just exactly what
I was afraid of.
In order to get my
clearance back,
he wanted me to give up Don.
And what did you say?
I can always get another job...
I only have one brother.
(knocking on door)
Agent Eppes.
Have a seat.
Is that thing on?
(clicks)
Is now.
♪ And there's no
way around it... ♪
Charlie Eppes is a vital part
of the FBI.
And as Supervisor
of the Los Angeles
Violent Crime Squad,
it is my belief that I cannot
perform my duties without him.
You realize what you're saying.
Yeah. Charlie's
back, or I'm gone.
(recorder clicks)
You and your brother have the
same way of looking at things.
You know that?
I haven't heard that, but, uh...
I'll take it.
♪ ♪