Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 5, Episode 5 - Scan Man - full transcript

♪ ♪

(computer chirps)

I've been staring at
this stuff for so long,

it's starting to
make sense to me.

And our algorithm is
closing in on the location.

Hey. Were you guys going
to invite me to this party?

Oh, Charlie, this party
got started a while ago.

While you were
off on your sojourn

in the wilds of moral ambiguity.

CHARLIE: Brute force data
crunching. What's being crunched?

A crew hitting
Union Parcel trucks.



Guys have a taste for
high-end electronics.

They've hit 23
trucks in five months.

NIKKI: Due to hit again,

and the M.O. says
today's the day.

Don and David are out

on surveillance waiting for
us to zero in on the location.

Error correcting code.
That's an interesting choice.

Is that what you guys are using?

Yeah. Have been for weeks.

Why? Do you have a better idea?

No. Just different.

(trilling and beeps)

(beeps)

We've got five minutes.



Get in, get out.

All right. Got it.

And we're gonna need an address.

LIZ: Hey. I just got a call.

Backup alarm at the
Union Parcel warehouse.

Brain trust has it covered.

Uh, nice map.

Wrong location.

Warehouse is downtown on Grand.

LARRY: Grand. That facility

was on our list,
but deprioritized.

NIKKI: Top of the
list now, and Don,

we got 'em.

(trilling)

How we doing, boys?

Last load going on.

Whoa, we got
company. Lock it up.

Lock it up!

Get the hell out of there! Move!

Move! Move!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

(alarm chirping)

(tires screeching)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Federal agents!
Get your hands up!

Gun!

He's armed!

(gunfire)

POLICE DISPATCH: Shots
fired! Shots fired! Units respond!

(indistinct radio transmission)

Check this out.

Two guys died for a truckload

of empty boxes.

(loud slamming)

(engine roaring)

Take your positions!

(gunfire)

(grunts) Fire!

(automatic gunfire)

OFFICER: Get down!

Man down! Man down!

Stay down! Stay down!

Let's go!

(tires squealing)

(gasping groan)

DON: Get a medic! Get a medic!

What's up with your transfer?

It's down to Oklahoma
City or Denver.

Won't know for a while.

Either way, I guess,
my surfing days are over.

Hey, what have you
got? Delivery truck

our bad guys used to get away

found four blocks
from the scene.

No prints.

They had a backup vehicle. Pros.

Except this time our
pros tried to haul away

26 empty boxes.

Tracking numbers
don't trace back

to any senders.
Deliveries were all

headed to dummy addresses.

They got to have someone
on the inside. Sure.

That's the only way they're
gonna get the info, right?

Somebody tell them which
trucks to hit, which parcels to boost.

Finding the inside man
is gonna be difficult, right?

Union Parcel has
thousands of employees.

Large numbers always
comes down to one guy, right?

OFFICER: Get a
medic! Get a medic!

You okay?

How are we doing with
ID'ing the dead guys?

DAVID: Nobody local,

but we're casting a wider net.

They killed one of
ours, right? Stay on it.

And, uh, see if you can find
Charlie for me, would you?

DAVID: Okay.

ALAN: So, I was on the phone

with your parents this morning.

Wow. You talk to them
more than I do now.

Yes. They mentioned that.

They're coming
to L.A. New Year's.

So, I thought maybe
we'd throw them

a party at our house. Oh, no.

Forget the house. I've got an in

with the maitre"
at Café Vicenza.

Yeah. I recommended
his son for a JPL

summer internship.

Kid totally deserved it.

DAVID: Hey, Charlie,

need some help.

Yeah. Told him you
were between classes.

Yeah, well, I'm not. I'm late
for-for a class with Galuski.

I'll see you guys later.

See you, Dad.

Come on in.

If you're looking for an
inside man, it would seem

the heisted trucks are
our common denominator.

I think that we should
try a Geographic Network.

Yeah. It's where
I was going, too.

It's a tool used
to track trends,

like thieves stealing
specific items from trucks.

The items themselves may lead us

to where they're
getting their information.

LARRY: That's right.

If we find our source, voilà,

we find our provocateur.

It's like a garden.

If we know one type of
insect... Say, a butterfly...

Is attracted to one type
of flower... say a rose,

then we can ignore
all the other flowers

until we find what
we're looking for.

Unless, um... well,
unless we don't find

what we're looking for.

I mean, I'm not trying
to horn in here, um,

but a geographic network

might also lead us
to a false conclusion.

Maybe the flower
isn't the attraction.

Maybe it's the nectar.

And the sweetest nectar exists
in another area of the garden.

So, I think we should use
a supply chain analysis.

You know, that'll help us
focus on the larger data set.

The entire garden.

And it might lead
us to the real thief.

This is one time the haystacks

are gonna tell us
more than the needles.

We got thousands of
trucks, millions of parcels.

That is one large
haystack, Charles.

The volume of data
could bog us down.

Yeah, maybe, but maybe not.

So, um, go with me on this one.

Right. Go with haystack?

Immigration ID'd
our two dead perps.

All right, so what we got here?

Michael Maloumian
and Armin Talajian?

Tourist visas expired
six months ago.

I think they did
most of their touring

on the Glendale Freeway.

They're part of a crew.

Boss's name is Lee
Hagopian. Solid résumé.

Robbery, hijacking.

Based out of a
strip club in Atwater.

Oh, yeah? Let me guess.

David's got the car all
gassed up and ready to go.

Ah, he went to find
Charlie. So, what about you?

Ah, come on. You're not gonna
let a lady walk in there alone.

♪ ♪

Looks like the spaceship
landed from Planet Dr. Phil.

Auditions were this morning.

You want to go undercover?

I'll let you pick
out your own pole.

I'm sure you got enough
of that yourself in Chino.

Friends of yours?

I've seen them around. Why?

They boosted a Union
Parcel truck this morning,

killed a federal agent.

News to me.

I've been here since 7:00.

Opened up my place.

I got a roomful of witnesses.

Yeah, I'm sure they
were watching you.

Look, I'm a businessman.

I pull down seven figures here.

I got no interest

in knocking over trucks.

You have any more questions,

talk to my lawyer.

Maybe I see you around,

and we'll see who
the real bitch is.

I've busted gang
bangers in Compton

with little sisters that are
ten times badder than you.

You will see me around.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Hey. What do you got?

Our common denominator.
This is the link to the inside man.

Pears?

Bartlett pears. You know,
Aunt Doris sends these

every year... yours is
probably sitting in front

of your apartment
door right now.

Oh, joy.

So, it all starts here

with the barcode smart label.

Everything you need to know
about this package is encoded

within this label... its weight,

insured value, where it's
coming from, where it's going.

Sorting centers... they use
computers to scan barcodes

to decide where
packages are gonna go.

Problem is, if this
barcode is ripped

or wrinkled, or
messed up in any way,

computers can't process it.

Humans have to, and that package

is designated as an exception.

Yeah? And so?

So, I found a package
designated as an exception

on every single
truck that was robbed.

Now, hundreds of these pop up

every day, but the odds of one

being on every single
truck that was heisted...

That being a coincidence...

Are about the same odds as
me getting a date with Heidi Klum.

She won a Peabody
Award. She's great.

Well, hold on. I mean, how
exactly does this help us?

Well, there's one
main sorting facility

for packages moving
through California.

It's in Irvine, right?

And there's only one office

that handles exceptions.

So, whoever's
leaking information

on the trucks to the bad guys,

sounds like it's
coming from there.

(overlapping chatter,
machines clacking)

NIKKI: Hell of an operation.

Well, we have facilities
all over the country...

Worldwide... but this is
our West Coast central hub.

I wish my morning
commute went that smooth.

11,000 conveyor belts.

81 miles of track.

Our computers sort through
three million parcels daily.

Except for the exceptions.

This...

is where all that gets fixed.

Using data recovery software,

we sort out the problems
and issue a new smart label,

sending the parcel on its way.

And putting it back on a truck.

Looks like your
techs have access

to information as to what else

is on the trucks
they're loading.

If this is about
the truck heists,

you're barking
up the wrong tree.

People you see here...

this is their first day
on the job since July.

I don't follow.

I brought them in to fill in

for my regular guy.

He's out sick.

You normally have
one guy do all this?

Emerson Laidlaw.

We call him the Scan Man.

He can look at a barcode

that's messed up and...
Like magic... figure it out.

Faster than a computer.

It's a gift.

A gift to me... He's
a prime suspect.

Emerson's not your guy.

How do you know that?

Five minutes with
him, you'll see.

(rapping on door)

Mr. Laidlaw, FBI.

We'd like to talk to you.

(insistent pounding)

Emerson Laidlaw, FBI!

Open up!

(faint, steady humming inside)

Emerson?

Are you okay?

(humming grows louder)

He's barricaded himself inside.

Call LAPD.

You all right? Yeah, I'm good.

(shotgun blasting)

Emerson Laidlaw!

(grunting)

Emerson Laidlaw.

Emerson!

(humming continues)

(humming grows louder)

(humming loudly)

(humming mimicking
roaring race cars)

DON: Do you understand

that you've waived
the right to counsel?

I don't... I don't
trust lawyers.

I say no to lawyers.

NIKKI: We know
that you've been using

your position in
the exceptions office

to access shipping manifests

in order to leak information
to Hagopian's crew

on which trucks to hit.

Leaks are bad news.

I say stop them
before they start.

Hey, an FBI agent is dead.

Okay?

You are facing
the death penalty.

I-I don't advocate violence.

A great man once said,

"Make the most
of yourself, for that

is all there is of you."

I make the most of myself,

but I don't advocate violence.

Look at me.

You make, what, 12
bucks an hour, right?

How is it you got half a
million dollars in the bank?

I don't have a half
a million dollars.

No, I have $511,108.23.

Tomorrow, it will
be $511,157.24.

Compounded daily

at our preferred
introductory rate.

Hey, how you doing?

I'm Don Eppes. Hi. Tom Shorter.

Emerson Laidlaw's case worker.

I heard he was here.
Yeah, that's right.

And being questioned
without counsel.

He waived his rights.

My client is not
competent to give consent.

I need to take him
home right now.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

You've met the man.

Okay, he's hardly a flight risk.

I'll make sure he's
available to you

whenever you need him, 24-seven.

Well, I need him now.

Okay, well, I'll be back.

With a court order. Okay.

Yeah, this is Shorter,
Family Services.

I need a legal consult.

LIZ: Family Services say he

was flagged for a learning
disability at age seven.

Mother homeschooled him.

She died two days
after his 19th birthday,

left him a small inheritance.

What, half a mil? Nowhere near.

He's bounced
around jobs, IT stuff.

The Union Parcel gig is
his longest employment

at four years.

Manager says he's
a model employee.

24 truck heists, a pile of cash.

I say it's an act.
I'm not so sure

about that... Let me
have a moment with him.

All right, go for it.

Emerson, hi.

I'm, uh... I'm Charlie Eppes.

I'm a math professor.

Math is an excellent
subject for me.

CHARLIE: Great.

Tell me how many paper clips...

you see right there.

147.

What's 364 squared?

132,496.

CHARLIE: The
square root of seven?

EMERSON: 2.645...

751311106.

"Make the most of yourself,

for that is all
there is of you."

Ralph Waldo Emerson.

"Self-Reliance."

I read that in school.

My mother read that to
me every night at 9:00.

It's important to
know, she said.

Knowing it is important.

Your mother named
you after Emerson?

Yeah.

She said I'd never be alone.

Other Emersons...

Emerson Fittipaldi,
race car driver.

Drove the McLaren M23

to three Formula
One victories in 1974.

Won four more times,

beating Clay Regazzoni
for the championship.

Roy Emerson,

tennis star, won 12
Grand Slam singles titles

between 1961 and 1967.

BRADFORD: Look,
I'm a police psychologist.

It's not really my field,

but based on what I see,

he shows signs of
autistic spectrum disorder.

You said his apartment
was full of stuff?

Oh, yeah, packed.

Obsessive-compulsive
behaviors, you know,

like hoarding can
go hand-in-hand.

The capacity to do
complex calculations,

prodigious memory...

yeah, he shows definite
savant capabilities.

You know, and it's not
like this is the first time

I've seen this kind of thing,
either, mathematical genius

coupled with
diminished social skills.

Don't say it. What?

Thing is, the students
and professors

I've come across at CalSci...

they're all far more
high-functioning. He may be as well.

I mean, he's held
a job, lived alone.

Under the pressure
of interrogation,

he may be regressing.

In a more comfortable
setting, you might

be able to get more out of him.
How do you explain the money?

He's a hoarder...
Whether it's a bank account

or a room full of stuff,
the mentality is the same.

Even a modest-paying job,

after years of saving,
he could amass a fortune.

I mean, he says he's the leak.

BRADFORD: I don't deny

he's involved, but that man

is incapable of
plotting a crime.

Well, then, he's
protecting someone.

You said he'd be
more forthcoming

in a more comfortable setting.

Maybe we can do
something about that.

Oh, hey, uh, have
you seen Charlie?

He left a voicemail
while I was in class.

He asked me to
pick up some saltines

and, uh, Cheez
Whiz at the market.

So he has you doing
his shopping now.

Ever get the feeling we're just

these celestial bodies
orbiting Charlie?

Having trouble with our
resident genius, are you?

Let's just say
our collaborations

haven't been so
collaborative lately.

Oh... there's one thing I
learned living with Charlie,

and that is not to
take things personally.

Of course, if that doesn't work,

you can always key his Prius.

No, that's too violent.

You know, I think I'll soap

his windshield, just
see if he notices.

CHARLIE: Hey.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Emerson, Emerson,
uh, this is my father.

Dad, uh,

Emerson is gonna
be crashing with us.

He's watching Iron Chef.

BRADFORD: I thought
maybe we should check in.

I haven't seen you for a while.

Oh, that would be
a tribute to you, no?

Sure about that?

Look, I'm in a relationship,

uh, you know, a good place

with the family, with Charlie.

The job is... it's
the job, you know?

I mean, it's all okay.

Clearly.

I lost an agent who
had a wife and kids.

Is that what you're after?

Okay, now, that's a start.

We may have found
our string puller.

You lied to us.

There's no way Emerson
Laidlaw is involved?

I stand by what I said.

NIKKI: Computer
logs say different.

Seems you've been taking
an unusual online interest

in Emerson's work at
the exceptions office.

And we were wondering
who he was talking to

about what was on those trucks.

Turns out it was you.

And you knew he'd protect you.

Look...

I monitored Emerson because
I was worried about him.

And why is that? He told me

that he ran out of room at
his place for all of his junk,

so he started packing things

in boxes, mailing them

and inserting errors
into the barcodes

so they'd keep bouncing around.

He's been using the Union
Parcel system to store his stuff?

It's nutty, I know.

Well, how long has
this been going on?

At least a year.

Maybe longer.

And the trucks
that are getting hit...

they're the same ones Emerson's

been putting his
boxes on? That's right.

How many does he have
floating around out there?

I don't know.

There's no way to find them.

He buried the tracking numbers.

Why didn't you
tell us this before?

Emerson's like a son to me.

I didn't want to
see him get hurt.

These guys killed an FBI agent.

Someone gets in their way,

they don't screw around.

Now, you need to help us.

I'm not saying this is your guy,

but Emerson has

this cousin that takes
advantage of him.

They go to casinos and he gets
Emerson to do card-counting,

that sort of stuff.

The cousin... What
does he look like?

He's got this, uh,

streak of white
hair in the front.

He's the one you
should be talking to.

Yeah, I think we've
had that pleasure.

You've got, uh, quite
an appetite there, huh?

Yeah, f-four
crackers, four olives.

I can't have four crackers.

I-I need seven on my plate.

I can only eat seven
crackers, seven olives.

Seven crackers,
seven olives, Dad.

Right.

(Larry clears throat)

You know, earlier we were
discussing with Emerson

his namesake's famous 1836 essay

"Nature" and how that set forth
the tenets of transcendentalism.

Yeah, 1836 was a
good year for guns.

The Alamo, th-the
Battle of San Jacinto.

Samuel Colt patented
the Colt revolver.

Arkansas is a good
place to buy guns.

You know when
you send a package,

you can track it online.

Well, the way the system works,

sometimes it takes this wild
ride all across the country,

and at night

when I can't sleep, I like

to log on and see
where my package is

and where it's going.

Yeah, I know where
everything is... all my stuff

at all times, all my stuff.

Yeah, you know where
your stuff is right now?

Yeah, box seven...

Hummel figurines,
snow globes... Omaha.

Box 36... clocks,

model cars... Cleveland.

Box 121...

Calendars, comic
books, Swimsuit Issues.

Emerson, these
boxes you're putting

on trucks.

You can tell us which trucks
you're putting them on, right?

Okay, there you go.

Yeah.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

I need cellophane.
No, I-I need cellophane.

I need cellophane,
no, no cellophane.

Wood is no good, wood...

(low hum) w-wood.

No.

(low, steady hum)

It's okay.

Just listen.

Like the cars going
around the track.

All right?

Go around...

and around.

(hums along)

Yeah.

Yeah.

(cars whooshing)

♪ ♪

NIKKI: Emerson's cousin
Carter has been a busy boy.

Looks like he got his
master's in social work

at Pelican Bay.

Did a nickel

for armed robbery and
got out five months ago.

Yeah, right when the
truck heists started.

Guy served time with
our two dead perps.

Fresh out of prison,
he knows Hagopian.

NIKKI: Mm-hmm, so
this place is like flypaper.

You should have seen Don's face

when I told him we were making
another trip to the strip club.

Yeah, I'll bet.

You and him have something?

Had.

Good guy, bad idea.

Story of my life.

Maybe my brother was right.

I'm in the wrong line of work.

What'd he think you should do?

Marine biologist.

(both chuckling)

Told me I should
swim with the sharks.

Who says you're not?

My brother is a gym rat.

Golden Gloves.

Taught me how to fight.

He was seriously pissed
when I became a cop.

LIZ: Why? He wanted
you to be a fighter?

No, he just hates cops.

(laughs)

LIZ: Oh, take a look.

Our hunch was right.

Angling to get the early bird
special in the lap dance line.

Mm.

♪ ♪

Boss told me to buy
you girls some drinks.

We're on duty. Sure.

You get liquored up,
you might lose control.

Nikki, back door!

(indistinct shouting)

FBI, get out of my way!

Hey!

(engine roaring)

Maybe I will have that drink.

Where is your cousin, Emerson?

Carter takes me to the casino.

He lets me spin the wheel.

No, listen, I'm asking
you where he is.

Emerson, the men your cousin
is working with are dangerous.

Okay, they killed an
FBI agent in cold blood.

We need you to tell
us where Carter is,

we need you to tell us

which trucks your boxes are on.

I spin the wheel at the
casino. If we know the trucks,

we can stop them, Emerson,
we can protect your cousin.

I watch the wheel go around.

Tick, tick, tick... Hold
on, you understand

he could end up dead?
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

tick, tick, tick, tick...
Pressuring him won't work.

All right, I-I got
to get some air.

At this point, I think
there's only one place

he's really going to
feel safe enough to talk.

Home.

NIKKI: Got an APB
out on the cousin's car.

Description, partial plate.

Who knows?
Maybe we'll get lucky.

Our guy's probably dumped it

at LAX long-term parking by now.

So what do we do?

Well, you know,
I've been thinking.

Laidlaw seemed pretty
at home at that strip club,

and it looked to me

like those girls weren't
doing much earning onstage.

So maybe they
supplement their income

by going home
with the clientele.

I mean, even a mope like Laidlaw

could help make ends meet.

I say we hit the joint

one more time, wave
enough 20s around,

maybe someone will
give us an address.

Yeah, the... Yeah,
the maps go in first.

Rand McNally.

David seems to
really understand him.

The information's in his head.

I, I don't know
how to get to it.

Well, you'll figure it out.

By the way, did you call that restaurant
about New Year's? That's a long ways off.

No, it's not that long.

Well, I've been busy,
you know, FBI stuff.

Everything else
takes a backseat.

Yeah, or everyone
else, so I've heard.

Oh, you know, I knew as
soon as I opened my mouth

that I was stepping on toes,

but Amita's geographic
network was not going to work.

What else could I do?

You think I'm wrong. I think

if I go to the trouble

of throwing a New Year's
party for Amita's parents,

it would be really nice if
you two were still dating.

EMERSON: Wrong.

DAVID: It's okay, they
just replaced the door.

We're going to get it
painted same as the old one.

(door unlocking)

It's not right.

It's not right. What's wrong?

Two wrongs don't make a right.

It's wrong, wrong. No,

they're going to paint
this door. It's wrong.

Right? His TV...
do you have his TV?

Yeah. Came in, took photos,
and moved stuff around.

If things are off
even by an inch, it...

Wrong, wrong.

Okay, Emerson.

Wrong. Here you go, buddy.

TV HOST: And Justin
Browning is getting ready

to spin the big wheel. Yeah.

Yeah.

(race car announcer
speaking indistinctly)

CHARLIE: How do
you know so much?

I had an uncle with a
lot of the same issues...

Not the math genius stuff,

but he had all the rest of it.

My mom made sure
that nobody treated

her little brother like
he had a disorder.

You know, she...

told all of us to look at it

like it was a... it was a gift.

Once you accept
that they see the world

in ways that you and I don't,

then you, you just begin
to understand a little bit.

Hey, listen, I need
to see the SID photos

of the apartment
before it was searched.

I need to know where
everything was exactly.

I think I figured out
how to determine

which trucks Emerson
was putting his stuff on,

but I'm gonna need the
help of two colleagues

that wrote a paper
on fractal analysis

to do that.

I know you guys
are, uh, mad at me,

but I had to make sure we
were going down the right path.

No, your path.

This time.

I know, I know what it feels
like to be underappreciated...

Not having my
security clearance,

not being able to
work for the FBI... so...

please cut me
some slack while I,

while I try to climb
back on the horse.

Yeah, well, Charles,

as I recall, the sum of
your equestrian experience

was one midnight ride
on an old gray mare

straight into the
cranberry bog at Princeton.

You mentioned fractal analysis?

I did. Well, it came to me

while I was staring at a
poster of a drip painting

on Emerson's wall.

You know, just how
he sees the world,

through an abstract
painting or through a barcode

or the way he arranges

the seemingly random
clutter in his apartment...

So it's all part of a larger
design, a fractal pattern.

We know how action painters

create a piece of art...

By applying a series of
seemingly chaotic paint drips...

Each layer adding complexity...

Fine-tuning the
recurring fractal pattern.

Applying that
analysis to Emerson...

His apartment
becomes the canvas,

and the objects in it

each forming their own
layers of complexity.

Now, if we deconstruct
the pattern...

We can determine where
he's been hiding his boxes

within the Union Parcel system.

Add to that a little
geographic network overlay.

Your idea.

So, um, what do you say?

You guys, uh, you guys in?

Last time we were here,

we started a conversation
we didn't finish.

We didn't?

Okay.

You want to keep
running, that's your choice,

but I don't have to tell you...
Guys who run get caught.

There's a lot of stuff.

I mean, even Charlie
and his clearance

and the way he got it back.

How's that?

This guy just wanted
to blackball him.

And, I mean, really
he was after me.

Obviously he failed.

It feels like...

FBI is all I'm good at.

But?

Well, no, I feel like that's...

that's all there is.

Um, using fractal analysis,

we were able to
identify Emerson's boxes

within the Union Parcel system.

See, that's a fractal pattern.

Now, we found all 177 parcels.

The only problem...
26 have disappeared.

The exact number of empty boxes

found in the getaway van.

The day of the warehouse heist,

the thieves pulled a switch.

They cherry-picked
the 26 empty boxes

and replaced
them with 26 others.

According to Union
Parcel's records,

the boxes the thieves
put in the system are

on their way to a
facility where high-value

items are stored
overnight. He's right...

Normally they would go
through the screening process,

but they avoided that

by inserting them upstream

using Emerson.

That same facility
just got a shipment

of gold bullion.

$8 million, on its way to Dubai.

It's in a vault.

So this whole
thing's a Trojan horse.

They're plan is to
bust into the vault.

And they're using whatever
it is in those boxes to do it.

One of the strippers

came through with an
address on Emerson's cousin.

Manager caught the
cousin running a card game

out of his room two nights ago.

Gave him a week to move out.

He's gonna be
out faster than that.

Clear.

His body's still warm.

He hasn't been
dead all that long.

All right, Emerson.

Listen, all your stuff is
back where you left it.

You're going home. Yeah.

No place like home.

Click, click, click.

Three times.

No place is a good place.

He held out.

Take a look.

Contents of our 26 boxes.

Exothermic Cutting System?

They're gonna try and cut their
way into the Union Parcel vault.

Wait a second... where
are the tracking numbers?

In a warehouse full of stuff,

without them, you'd be lost.

He came into the FBI
trying to work an angle

to spring Emerson.

It wasn't Emerson
he cared about.

It was the tracking numbers.

And there's only

one person who has
them, safely inside his head.

I need to take the stairs.

Yeah, no, we know that.

Don't worry about it.

39 steps, there are 39 steps.

There are 39 saltines

in a sleeve of crackers,

39 Supreme Court Justices.

Hold on, Emerson.

I don't think it's 39.

I believe the number's nine.

Joke.

Ah.

Right.

CHARLIE: All right,
tell us another one.

EMERSON: No,
no more jokes today.

They're on their way up.

(cocks gun)

No witnesses.

No! No! No! No! No!
No! What's wrong, buddy?

The mat is wrong!
No. The mat is wrong.

Somebody probably
just moved it, okay?

No! No! No! Here,
I'm putting it back.

Too-too many feet.

Big feet! Small feet live here!

Only small feet!

(cocks gun) Hey, you guys,
get inside! Move! Move!

(rapid gunfire)

(shotgun blasts)

You, you head
toward the closet. No!

Head toward the closet, Emerson.

Stay down. Down.

No! You over here.

What?

Hey, I want you to be in here.

You be quiet, all right? Yeah.

Don't move till I
come back, all right?

Don't move.
Moving's not allowed.

All right.

(door shuts)

FBI training course.

Did you really shoot high score?

290 out of 300.

All right, it's a lot different

when they're shooting
back at you, okay?

No. Move back.

Take it, Charlie. Take it.

All right.

(shotgun blasting)

(automatic gun firing)

You stay with me,
we're about to move.

Stay with me, okay?

(two gunshots)

(whispering): Kitchen.

Hey, I got an idea.

Just... back me up, you know.

All right.

(yells)

Get him? Got him.

(gasps) Shh!

Follow me. Okay.

Drop your guns.

Where's Rain Man?

I sent him down the fire escape.

Backup unit has him by now.

Backup unit, right.

I like that.

(cocks gun) Me, too.

Give me a reason.

Next time,

you really should
call for backup.

We were a little busy.

You okay?

Uh, yeah.

I will wait till I get
home to throw up.

Exploding Cheez Whiz.

Good work, Charlie.

I felt like Butch
Cassidy and Mr. Wizard.

Hey, where's Emerson?

Safe. He's in the closet.

What the...?

(low, steady humming)

(humming mimicking
roaring race cars)

(TV race car announcer
speaking indistinctly)

ANNOUNCER: Turn two and downside

the back straight...

Not looking so good, tough guy.

A murdered FBI agent,

you're a dead man walking.

You got one shot
to dodge a needle.

I'm listening.

We know your boss
is planning to bust

into the Union Parcel
vault to steal the gold.

He sent the tools he
needs in 26 boxes.

Your boss needs
tracking numbers.

We put together
a list of our own.

You're gonna give it to him.

Numbers match.

That's all of them.

DON: Turn around, I gotta
take a look at your face.

FBI!

(federal agents shouting)

Good behavior, I'm out in three.

Your boy, Ricci, gave you up.

We've got you for the
murder of a federal agent

Carter Laidlaw.

Not to mention attempted murder

of another agent
and a federal witness.

And my brother.
Don't forget him.

Let's go.

You can say hello to death row.

♪ ♪

♪ So be patient ♪

♪ Patient ♪

♪ When waiting for the gold... ♪

It's decaf.

Well, you're probably right,

I shouldn't have
stopped therapy.

We don't need the
four walls and a couch.

It's this agent that I lost...

You've lost people before.

He had this
picture of his family

and he was reaching out for it.

I mean, that's what he wanted.

Just something to hold on to.

To believe in.

You have family, friends,

a stable relationship
with a hot prosecutor...

They don't count for anything?

No, they do, that's
the thing though.

I-I-I need more.

Really.

I don't know what I
would reach out for.

(sighs)

As a shrink, I want to
tell you to look within.

But as a man, I
have to be honest.

I think what you're
really looking for,

you won't be able
to find on a couch.

♪ 'Cause I'm on my
way back home... ♪

I guess you're sick
of this place, huh?

I've had enough.

Eight is enough to
fill the world with love.

I don't love this place.

I've had enough.

I hear that.

Emerson, I got you
a going-away present.

Yeah, I can see myself.

It's a, uh, key
for a storage unit.

All right? I rented it

for you for about a
month. Give it a try.

It might be an easier way
for you to store all your stuff.

No keys, I lose keys.

Keys are losers.

Alan Keyes, candidate

for president three times,

lost every time. No keys.

Keys are losers.

It was just a thought. Yeah.

Ready to go?

Ready. Ready.
Buckle up. Safety first.

I've got the saltines

and the Cheez Whiz,
but I forgot the olives.

Gotta have olives.

Gotta have the olives on top.

Mount of Olives. 150 calories.

Even if he's in
good hands, I know

it's not easy for a
guy used to having

all the answers, huh?
(elevator bell dings)

156 olives on top.

Up and down.

We'll get some. Hi.

Hi, Amita.

Best answer I've found yet.

♪ Oh, the sound is
breaking all my bones ♪

♪ And won't you sing again ♪

♪ About it ♪

♪ The fire of my life ♪

♪ Is knocking at my front door ♪

♪ And won't you let
him in this time? ♪

♪ And won't you let
him in this time? ♪

(song ends)