Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 6, Episode 10 - Old Soldiers - full transcript

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Hey, David...

anything from anywhere?

Been two minutes
since your last call.

No.

Are you chewing gum?

Oh, it's just that

I started with math that I used

for those bank robberies
a few years back.

Remember the Charm School Boys?

Right.



See, normally, these
kinds of projections require

sifting through tens
of thousands of data points

- to divine deep patterns.
- Right, and this time

the patterns were overwhelming,

like a giant neon arrow
pointing at the next job.

If your numbers say it will
happen here, I'm sold, Charlie.

Well, that's the thing.

Uh, they don't say
it'll happen there.

What?

I pointed out to Charlie

the big arrow was pointing
directly away

from the Charm School Boys'
original target...

the Federal Reserve shipments
of old cash.

And so, then I asked myself...



what if the new robbers

had studied
the old robbers' tactics?

Could it be at all possible

that they were anticipating
our methodology... choosing banks

specifically to divert
our attention

away from the real target?

Are you saying we're here
on a hunch?

Oh, I-I wouldn't call it
a-a-a hunch.

- It's an
induction. - It's an induction.

Thank you.
It's an induction.

So, this whole stakeout

hinges on evidence
that basically guarantees

we're going to fail?

I'm just talking it
through here, David, and I

feel 90% better.

You know, I... I'm just curious,

but where does your equation
indicate

the crew will hit?

You haven't heard anything
from Ventura County, have you?

I doubt it.

Incoming!

FBI!

Don't move.

I don't know
about the outfit, boss.

You kind of look
like a Eagle Scout.

Be prepared.

A wild scene downtown today,

as FBI agents thwarted robbers
wielding Tasers, tear gas

and machine guns.

Hospitalized for tear gas
inhalation and minor injuries

was the armored car's driver,
Wesley Till,

- 35, of Topanga Canyon...
- Next time,

uh, be sure to, uh,
induct the tear gas, huh?

Wow.

Imagine the research
this could fund.

Yeah, that's exactly
what I was imagining.

Another old one.

Something about old bills
this machine does not like.

1969.

The average lifespan

of a $20 bill is two years.

This one made it up to 40.

Well, put it in the pile.

Machine jammers
get counted separately.

There are three more here.

All 196920s.

There are four in one bag?

Do you guys realize
what the odds are here?

No, but I'm guessing
we're about to find out.

Even factoring in the
superannuated nature of bills

being sent to the shredder,
it's astronomical.

Well, I'll run the serial
numbers... maybe they'll pop.

What was that?

It must be a marked bill.

Serial number's on the hot list.

Hey, that's D.B. Cooper money.

Seriously?

Who's D.B. Cooper?

You know the lifespan
of a $20 bill, but not

the most famous unsolved
crime in American history?

He hijacked a plane back in...
what was it, the '60s?

1971.

Got 200 grand from the airline,

jumped out the plane
and just disappeared.

So, how does the ransom turn up

in the Federal Reserve
38 years later?

Day before Thanksgiving,

a passenger
calling himself Dan Cooper

showed a flight attendant
a bomb.

He made that flight land
in Seattle

where the airline gave him
200 grand

and two sets of parachutes.

He let all the passengers go,

and then took off again
with the flight crew.

Sometime in the next two hours,
he lowered the rear stairway

of the plane, parachuted out
over the Oregon wilderness.

That's one hell of a heist.

Just the...
the skill set involved:

Bomb making, parachuting,
aviation.

Just the insanity of it.

You jump out of a plane

at night in a rainstorm
over a forest of 100-foot trees.

I mean, he could have saved time
just shooting himself.

That's the consensus,

but Cooper's body
was never found.

The agents investigating figured
that he died in the jump.

Boy, I hope
that wasn't based

on these projections
of the potential landing zone.

What, you see a problem?

The formula they used.

Uh, it's kind of like
mathematical fondue.

Maybe it was current
in the 1970s,

but, I don't know, there have
been some exciting breakthroughs

in modeling weather front
formation.

You know, if I cull enough data

on, uh, military and civilian
drop statistics,

I could recalculate D.B.
Cooper's chances of survival.

Be amazing to crack
this thing after 40 years.

Hey, you think
the, uh, armored car robbers

knew what they were stealing?

220 bucks in marked bills...
I doubt it.

Besides, when I mentioned
D.B. Cooper, they were shocked.

But they did think
it was pretty cool.

Got a report back
from the crime lab.

Cooper bills showed signs
of prolonged exposure

to unusually hot, dry air.

Also traces of gypsum dust.

- That's drywall, right?
Guys...

guess who worked
this case back in the '70s.

Roger Bloom?
He's been around that long?

Could be a big help.
Well, we would've never busted

the copycat bank robbers
if it weren't for him.

He had a bit of a man crush

- on you, didn't he?
- Well, he hates Nikki.

He doesn't hate me.
He just doesn't get me.

You should probably knock
on his door in the morning.

What's with the phones
around here?

No, no comment.

I said, "No comment."

Someone leaked the D.B. Cooper
story to one of the blogs,

so it's, uh... it's going crazy.

Which means we have
about ten minutes

before TV vans block
the parking garage exit.

Man.

Why is it only G-men
ring the doorbell

at 6:30 in the morning?

It's not my fault

you worked on every major
FBI case since Patty Hearst.

D.B. Cooper... as soon
as I heard the news,

I knew you guys
were going to find my number.

- Sunny-side up good?
- Yeah, it's fine.

So, what do you say?

You want to take another run
at the one that got away?

This is not a good time.

I just started a security
consulting firm

to make ends meet.

Make yourself useful, will you?

Get a plate
and put on some toast.

You know,

there's still a $50,000 reward
out there.

Not to mention the, uh,

publicity for your new business.

All right, here's a tip.

It wasn't $200,000.

He got away with closer
to a million.

The Bureau and the airline
downplayed the take

to weed out false confessions.

Something else
that's buried in your boxes:

Three weeks after the hijacking,

a search team finds
a corpse in a tree

in the landing zone...
Eddie Sawyer.

Professional thief,
paratrooper from Vietnam.

So, Sawyer was Cooper?

Yeah, we thought so, too.

But none of the witnesses on the
plane could I.D. his photograph.

And later on,
the autopsy told us

that he was stabbed to death
before he ever hit the tree.

Now, Cooper did order
two sets of chutes.

Okay, so Cooper was working
with another guy.

He knifed him
and threw him out of the plane.

That's the theory.

David?
Hey.

- Hi.
- How you doing?

Uh, Charlie's working
from home today.

Um, well, actually,
I was looking for you.

Okay, here it is.

I have a date for,
uh, Saturday night.

It's, uh... it's the symphony.

I need some help buying a suit.

Don't you have a lot of suits?

They all make me
look like, uh...

An FBI agent?

Yeah. You know, I mean,

Don and I, we...
we don't have the same taste.

And Colby's idea of dressing up
is a string tie.

Liz is out of town.

If I even tell Nikki
that I have a date...

You always look good.

- Your clothes are great, so...
- I would be happy to help you.

And not tell Nikki.

- Appreciate it. Thank you.
- Sure.

We scan the serial number
of every bill

that's sent for shredding.

If those notes had passed
through our system,

my people would
have flagged them.

Not if someone
didn't want them flagged.

From the moment you drive in,

every move you make
is observed and recorded.

And the guards work in teams.

Only person
who's left alone with the cash

for even a second
is the armored car driver.

That's Wesley Till?

And he's thoroughly searched,
and his personal cash

is counted before
and after every shift.

What time does he get in?

Well, he doesn't.

If your guys got teargassed,

wouldn't you give them
a week off?

No. Actually, in my case,

I'm going to go make them
bang on his door.

Altitude... 9,800
to 10,000 feet.

Okay.

Velocity... 170 knots.

Winds... outside, west, 15 knots.

Okay. That brings us
to a landing

right around... here.

"Hey, look at me.
I'm hanging in a tree, dead."

Strange enough to watch you
revert to childhood,

but it wasn't even your own.

Those were your brother's toys.

This is a detailed map
of the terrain of D.B. Cooper's

landing zone, constructed
in order to calculate

his odds of survival.

Which, by the way, defies sense.

Why jump here,
when the terrain clears out

- only 70 miles later?
- Well, the time was calculated

by a dip in the nose
of the plane.

No one actually saw him jump.

So, we shift the jump time.

Mm-hmm.

You know,
back when that was happening,

it seemed like someone hijacked
a plane every other week.

And the only name
we ever remember

is D.B. Cooper.

Probably because
you never found him.

No, it was probably because
of the times, you know?

All that anti-establishment
stuff going on.

I wasn't anti the country.
I was bleeding for it.

Some of us felt

that the country and the
establishment weren't the same.

Yeah, and some of us
were shipped home in cargo.

You know who my hero was?

Freddy O'Casio.

He saved my unit
from a six-hour firefight.

Not some lowlife who jeopardized

40 innocent people
for a quick payoff.

Six minutes. If-lf Cooper had
jumped only six minutes later,

uh, the terrain would
have cleared out somewhat,

and, uh, that would have
increased his chances of

- survival considerably.
- Congratulations.

Your hero might have
survived, after all.

Doesn't make sense.

Yeah, tell me about it.

I came in here looking
for a watering can,

and I found my past
under attack.

Cooper had to assume
those bills were marked.

Boy, 50% is a high risk of death
for a payoff he couldn't use.

Well, next time,
I'll use a hose.

Armored car driver maybe,

but if Wesley Till
has D.B. Cooper's money,

he isn't spending it on rent.

Hey, explain something to me.

If the hijacker
called himself Dan Cooper,

where'd "D.B." come from?

Press. One article
called him "D.B. Cooper,"

every other reporter
repeated the mistake.

Now, the Bureau ran the name
Dan Cooper.

Turns out he was the hero

of a French comic book
in the '60s.

Cold.

No reception.

I'm going to step out
and get some bars.

Phew.

"Prolonged exposure
to hot, dry air."

Oh... oh, man.

Oh, man.

1969.

Hands in the air.

Friend, you walked
into the wrong house.

On your knees.

Now.

FBI.

Drop it, Pops.

You're agents?

Then you can show me a badge.

My apologies.

I thought you were a burglar.

Yeah?

- Who are you?
- Ray Till.

Wesley's uncle.

We're spending the holidays
camping in the Sierras.

Call Wesley at work.

He'll clear it up.

Mr. Till,

there's something
we need you to see.

Is this your nephew?

He was the finest man I know.

Kind of man I wish
I could've been.

The money in the wall,

any idea where it came from?

Wesley didn't care about money.

Didn't even own a TV.

Multiple myeloma.

Doctors give me
about four months.

I'm sorry.

Eh, you don't need to be.

Since I found out,
I've been using my time better,

doing things that matter.

That's nice ink.

My whole unit got it

one drunken weekend in Da Nang.

We were part of the biggest

combat jump of the whole war.

Wesley Till gets a job

transporting money
to be shredded.

So he shows up to work
with marked D.B. Cooper bills

and he goes home
with unmarked cash.

The Fed records how much
personal cash the drivers get

onto the trucks with.

Till was showing up
with anywhere between

160 and 240 bucks.

So, over 11 months,

I mean, he could have
swapped out $63,000.

Okay, so you add in the
160 grand we found in his wall,

and... so where is
the other $777,000?

No, slight correction: $771,000.

$5,880 washed up

in the Columbia River in 1980.

Okay, so this bill swapping,

it's not like holding up
a drugstore, right?

It takes planning,

uh, it takes, uh, patience,
a lot like the hijacking.

All right, that's a
compelling argument, if Till

was alive in 1971.

His uncle was.

And he's an ex-paratrooper.

Wait a minute.
That's what you're going with...

that Uncle Ray is D.B. Cooper?

They never found a body
or a parachute.

That cash in the wall
had to come from somewhere.

Come on.
I can't be the only one

thinking that it's
at least possible.

You want to put a lunch on it?

Make it two lunches.

I just... I hate eating alone.

Two burritos
from the vending machine.

Burritos?

Hey, I'm hedging, all right?

But that's a lot
of coincidence.

You know, it might be worth it
to see what Uncle Ray does next.

Let me know what else
you find out.

Okay.

Back to the boxes.

Roger, you want to help me out?

Oh, that's what I came for.

- She'll grow on you.
- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe.

David, hey. So, I pulled

some pictures from magazines
just to get a sense

- of what you're thinking.
- Well, um,

I was thinking
something more simple,

but not too loud, but, um...

that would st-still
make a good statement.

Well, do-do you like
a particular color?

I think it's... it's really
all about the fabric.

Yeah, well, that's...
that's important, too.

Well, maybe you could just
pick up a couple

of the ones that you like.

I could pick out one, and...

- I could just return
the rest. - Okay.

- Thanks.
- Uh-huh. Bye.

Even accounting
for the safer drop zones,

Cooper's risk/reward ratio
is, like, massively out of line.

Maybe the guy wasn't good
at math.

These are patterns that are
hardwired into the human brain.

And not only humans;
The behavior of monkeys,

and fish and the way

that bees choose flowers.

50 mice forage in a field.

Well, if our mice are only
concerned with the reward,

then their distribution
would correlate

with the concentration of food.

But barn owls hunt
much more effectively

over open terrain
than in brush.

How many mice will brave
the dangerous open terrain

for a feast,
and how many will choose

the less-rewarding brush?

Each mouse weighs danger, food,
risk, reward.

So, to make that jump with bills

that he had
to assume were marked,

Cooper was like a mouse that ran

into the middle of a field
looking for food

that he didn't even think
he was able to eat.

Right. Maybe that's it.

The risk is the reward.

Like an adrenaline high.

Speaking of adrenaline,
by the way, this morning,

Dad made an offhanded comment

about D.B. Cooper
being a folk hero.

And it started this whole
argument about the '60s,

and just the way
that Bloom reacted,

honestly, I'm glad that he
doesn't carry a gun anymore.

Actually, I think he does
carry a gun.

- He really went off on Dad.
- Well, the guy's a vet.

I mean, he comes home and...

and people are calling him
"baby killer."

You don't think that Dad

- ever called anyone
a baby killer. - No,

but sometimes,
I'm not sure he really gets

what guys like Bloom
went through.

- Hey, check this out.
- Hmm?

Every month, Wesley Till

wired money to a flower store
in Westminster;

Total of $62,580.

That's about what we think
he was swapping out of the Fed.

Yeah, and Westminster
is Little Saigon.

And Uncle Ray is a vet.

Now, it's funny how this case
keeps circling back to Vietnam.

Yeah, listen to this.

Uncle Ray trained soldiers
in parachuting

before being deployed.

His unit was accused
of committing

war crimes in a village
called Nu Bac.

- What kind of crimes?
- Doesn't say.

Oh, hello.

Look who else was in Nu Bac:

Specialist Edward Sawyer.

Oh, this is the guy they found
in the tree.

See, I'm beginning to think

that Colby and David
owe you a burrito;

Three kinds of cheese.

I knew I should have held out
for that surf and turf.

In a room
with a dozen computers

and free Wi-Fi,
he uses microfilm.

According to his tax records,

they say he's been living
on the Oregon side

of the Klamath Mountains
for the last 25 years.

Hey, they, uh... they have

Internet service
in the mountains, right?

I'm going to take you camping,
if only for entertainment value.

I'll get the car.

The guy who just left,
what was he looking at?

Oh, Mr. Till isn't in trouble,
is he?

- You know him?
- Every few weeks,

he shows up,
spends all day here reading.

Sometimes a few days in a row.

Today was old newspapers;

Seven rolls.

Okay, well, I'm going to need
all of them.

Do you have a library card?

Uh...

I mean,
I've been meaning to get one.

Remember,
in the Vietnamese culture,

the more deferential you are
to the proprietor, the better.

You get tough, you get nothing.

I know how to talk
to people, Roger.

Hello. Can I help you?

FBI.

If you have a moment,
we'd like to talk to you

about some money
that was wired to your store.

The $63,000.

You have some idea
where it's from?

Actually,
we were going to ask you.

When the money first appeared,
I told the bank

it must be a mistake.
They said it wasn't.

Wait a minute... you get money

every month, you have no idea
where it comes from,

you just pocket it,
you don't ask any questions?

No. I tried to return it,

but the bank
couldn't trace the sender.

I didn't want any trouble
from the IRS,

so I had them write a letter
verifying my story.

Thanks for the diplomacy lesson.

Okay, all right.

I know.

You got to admire
a well-executed stonewalling.

Letter and everything.

Do you like Vietnamese food?

There is a takeout place
about three blocks up that makes

an unbelievable pho.

Please tell me that's not
some breed of dog.

No, that's some breed
of noodle soup.

You have to broaden
your horizons, miss.

He's going
into Teddy Antell's place.

What is Till doing
with the biggest silver

and jewelry thief
on the West Coast?

Well, it's a social club.

Maybe he wants to socialize.

FBI.

# The thought of you
makes me stop #

# Before I begin #

# 'Cause I've got you #

# Under my skin #

# 'Cause I've got you #

# Under my skin. #

DOA is Guy Russo,

Teddy Antell's right-hand man.

We tossed Russo's car.

Blood smears
turned up consistent

with Wesley Till's type
and papers taken from his house.

Well, do the DNA.

I say we close the Wesley case.

So, how did Uncle Ray
close it first?

I was looking for a lady
I used to know.

And you just happened to run
into your nephew's murderer,

and you shot him.

All I did was walk in a door.

He drew and shot first.

As I'm sure the bartender's
already told you.

Yes, he did.

I'm Roger Bloom.

They asked me to look
at your service file.

I was up in the
Central Highlands, near Laos.

How was it over there?

I saw what I saw.

You saw more.

You blew the whistle
on your own unit

for a massacre at Nu Bac.

All I did was not cover it up.

David, he is being modest.

In Nam, if you stuck
your neck out,

if you spoke up, you knew
what was going to happen.

They'd suppress
your commendations,

they'd write you up
for dirty boots,

a bullet hole in your helmet.

And if you
were really stubborn,

they sent you out on the wire,

where the bullet
with your name could find you.

Lucky it only had

my first name.

Yeah.

You went home
with a medical discharge.

Report's buried,

end of career.

And that's the way it was
over there.

You always paid
for what you didn't do.

I'm not much
for swapping war stories.

Well, here's
your service photo.

Here's a composite sketch
of the suspect

from a 1971 hijacking.

The money we found

in Wesley's wall
is from that hijacking.

We knew that he was using
his job to launder it.

The Army screwed you.

A million dollars,

that's a lot of payback.

Fellas, I promise
I am not D.B. Cooper

or Jimmy Hoffa or Amelia Earhart

or the Abominable Snowman.

Am I being held?

What do we do with this guy?

We can hold him for Russo,
but it won't stick.

It doesn't have to.
Teddy Antell will make sure

Till doesn't last
a week in jail.

Right. If we release him,

then he disappears
back into the mountains.

And if he does?

We closed Wesley Till's murder.

You know, at the end of the day,

how important
is a 40-year-old crime?

You're seriously asking why
we're interested in solving

the most famous hijacking
in history?

Not when you put it like that.

Do yourselves a favor...
just kick Till loose.

There's a 50 grand reward
on the hook.

It gives you guys time,

and trust me, Uncle Ray
is not disappearing on me.

Might be our least bad solution.

Hey, so you got into it
with my dad, I heard.

I follow the rules all the time.

Everybody else is doing
whatever the hell they want.

It might seem like, you know,
ancient history to some people;

To me, yesterday.

I was 15,
and we had this gardener

who worked on the street.

This, uh, Mexican guy...
he had a funky walk.

And me, being the idiot
that I was,

would-would do the walk
for everybody on the block.

Well, my dad saw me one day,

and I'm telling you,
he had me on my knees

pulling weeds
for two weeks in August.

So, you talk about rules...

I learned all about the rules
from him.

I have a favorite,

but I'm not going
to tell you which.

Okay.

Yeah, the, uh... those are...

those are good.

They're good.

I could get something else.

What about, like-like,
tweed, you know?

Tweed?

You know, or-or pinstripe
is nice as well.

Tweed or pinstripes.

- No, no...
You ready?

Uh, I got to go.

I-I'll call you, okay?

Thank you.

Crime scene tape is down.

This is a private club again.

Well, we're here
for an intervention, Teddy.

Look at you.

Drinking alone, 11:00 a.m.

I mean, how can you run a
criminal enterprise responsibly?

Funny guy.

I liked you Feds better

back when you were
J. Edgar Hoover types.

That'd be him.

Totally humorless.

Any idea why Guy Russo killed

an armored car driver
named Wesley Till?

Typical G-man.

Pin your crime on a dead man
before he's even

in the ground.

Here's a hint for you.

160 grand in his wall,

another 771 out there
up for grabs.

You already have
all the answers.

Why not talk to each other,

leave me out of it?

Because the guy
Russo underestimated

just happens to be
Wesley Till's uncle.

And we had to let him go.

Now, I don't think Russo

wiped his butt
without a phone call from you.

So, second most important thing

is Wesley's uncle
doesn't figure that out

and come gunning for you.

I'm supposed to ask what the
most important thing is, right?

That nothing happens
to Wesley's uncle.

Should a piano fall on his head,
worse things fall on yours.

I mean, that was
a little bit funny, right?

Bloom wouldn't even listen.

Wouldn't even listen.
I mean, it was like...

it was like being back
in the, uh...

In the '60s

- all over again.
- Yeah, exactly.

We'd marshal arguments, and
they'd impugn our patriotism.

They hated us

because we stood up
against the establishment.

Well, part of
marshaling an argument

is making sure
your conclusions aren't skewed

by preconceived notions.

And your point?

Bloom destroyed his career
trying to get justice

for his sister.

Then, he was nearly killed

trying to clear his name
with the FBI.

And?

Um, maybe he's not
so much pro-establishment

as he is
anti-airplane hijackers.

Never mind.

Well, I guess I just lost

some daughter-in-law
points there.

You notice how I
kept my mouth shut?

- Yeah, I did.
- Yeah.

I already had one uncomfortable
moment with my brother.

Thank you.

I got it.

I have no idea where that guy
came from, you know.

It's like, there was
my mom, my dad, me,

and then there was Don.

Off playing
with G. I. Joes and guns.

I thought you guys weren't
allowed to play with toy guns.

We weren't. He...
he got his from this kid

across the street...
uh, Kenny Caldwell.

Why don't you just pay

with your university I. D?

It only works on campus.

Most restaurants near campus
accept I.D. payments.

Alternative currency.

Well, it actually only works
when you give them the I.D.

Are you still at it?

Yeah, we got seven rolls,

each spanning months,
dates all over the map.

You know, it took me half a day

just to find
a microfilm machine.

Look, just keep it simple, Matt.

I mean, there's something
in these back issues that led

Ray Till to Teddy's club.

We just need to figure out what.

Well, that's easy to say,

but I've been here all night.

Isn't this where Charlie
comes up

with an algorithm or something?
Just... crr...

You know what?

When I was, uh, stationed
in Tel Aviv,

this guy, he had stashed
a brick of plastique explosives,

and we just couldn't
figure out where.

And I realized that there was

a sewer line
near where he worked.

My boss made me and three other
agents wade through raw sewage

for nine hours
while he went to the beach.

After we found it, this guy,
he didn't even say "Thank you."

So, thank you.

Now, pick up the pace.

I asked if anyone
at the bank found it suspicious

that the source of Tina Tran's
money transfers were concealed.

Nobody could answer.

The risk-reward analysis.

So, they didn't follow up,
they just sent a letter?

Apparently.

I don't think
they're hiding anything.

- They're just plain incompetent.
- Well...

All right, great.
So, what do we do now?

It's not worthless!

- What?
- We've been assuming

that Cooper's ransom
was worthless,

because every bank in America

was looking
for the serial numbers.

But what about overseas?

You see, the money's value
in the equation increases hugely

in a foreign country
where the dollar is accepted

alongside the local currency.

And in 1971...

Vietnam.

Right? The risk-reward.

No. No.

Till was a paratrooper.

He was even more aware
of the risk.

The algorithm points

to desperation,
the kind of desperation

that would compel one to,
I don't know,

pull a loved one
out of a burning building.

Like a daughter?

All right.

# #

Would it make you feel better if
I donated the money to the FBI?

You were born in Vietnam, right?

- Yeah.
- And did it happen

to be in a village
called Nu Bac?

How did you know?

Your father,
was he an American soldier?

My mother never discussed
my father.

Believe me, I-I asked.

She died a few years
after we came here.

I thought about looking...

more than once.

I don't mean to open wounds.

Anything you can tell me...

All right. First roll.
December, 1971.

There's an article
on Edward Sawyer's death.

Uh, the dead guy found
in the tree

in the D.B. Cooper
landing zone.

There's no mention of that,
but it does say

he's survived
by his wife, Pauline,

and their four-year-old son,
Edward Sawyer, Jr. Okay?

All right. Fifth roll.

1997. Death notice
for Pauline Sawyer Antell.

Survivors include her son,
Edward Antell.

Teddy Antell is Sawyer's kid.

The son of D.B. Cooper's
partner.

D.B. Cooper stabbed
Teddy Antell's dad,

then threw him out
of an airplane.

- Antell saw Wesley on TV.
- Must have connected the name

with all the news reports
about the D.B. Cooper money.

He sent Russo to kill Wesley
to flush out Uncle Ray.

This is about revenge.

He wants the man
that killed his father.

Great work.

A few years
after Tina was born,

an American soldier
came to their village

and gave her mother money...
a lot.

He paid for their way here,
then disappeared.

I mean, she's Till's daughter.
She's got to be.

There's your burning building.
Vietnam in 1971.

Call Charlie.

It'll balance his equation
and brighten his day.

I always think of this one case.

This little girl was kidnapped,

and the cops are pretty sure
it's a family friend,

and so they search his place
and...

they find nothing.

So, they go back again.

They get all the big boys,
the senior detectives,

and...

they didn't find anything,
either.

Well, the guy confesses.

He says he's got her

in a room he built
underneath his garage.

And they all go back again,

and they still can't find it.

I mean, it's that well-hidden.

That was one house.

Why kidnap Tina Tran?

If Antell's looking

for payback for his father,

why not just kill his daughter?

Flush Till out?

No. Guy with no phone,
no address?

If Teddy knew how to get
to Till in the first place,

he wouldn't have
had to kill Wesley.

Till called him out.

Tina Tran is Antell's leverage.

All right. So, then, where?

You know, I think
I can pin down the location

by plotting Till's known
locations along with Antell's.

He isn't local, so he's
going to have to find a place

he knows better than Antell,
who-who's from here.

Critical data points.
Clear board.

The library...
Till knows the library

like the back of his hand.

Or it's the library.

All right, Till!

We're doing this now!

It was your father's
idea, the hijacking.

I went along with it because...

because I thought

he was man enough
to pay his debts.

Careful, old man.

I got your daughter here.

He needed me to pull it off.

My intel background.

Jumping skills.

So, you used him,
then shivved him

and threw him out of a plane.

The shiv was his.

He was waiting for me to get
him safely on the ground.

I got him before
he could get me.

You're not talking
your way out of this, Till.

My father gets justice tonight!

Justice? For Eddie?

In Nam, he was known
for two things:

Selling Army goods
on the black market

and raping village girls.

Say that again. Say it again!

What, I stutter the first time?

Take a damn DNA test, Teddy.

She's not my daughter.

She's your sister!

I've been cleaning up
after your father for 38 years.

Since the day I didn't stop him
in Nu Bac.

I would have raised you
as my own.

But your mother...

If any man ever called out

for a killing,
it was Eddie Sawyer.

But Wesley?

My nephew never hurt a soul.

And for what?

An old, dying man?

FBI!

Your gun, please.

I had it handled, but thank you.

# #

Why?

She's not even your daughter.

The usual.

Love, I guess.

Someone had to take
responsibility.

# So I drove into the woods #

# And wandered aimlessly #

50 grand, credit
for closing D.B. Cooper.

You'll be buying dinner
next time,

and I don't mean burritos.

# It turned out to be
the howling of a dog #

# Or a wolf, to be exact #

All right. Just between us,

what did you do
with the rest of the money?

Nu Bac.

Fixed a lot of things
over the years.

# For my flesh
had to turned to fur #

# Yeah, and my thoughts,
they surely were turned... #

You know, that van
is just filled with gear.

There's not a lot
of room in there.

You'd show up tomorrow

and give these guys
a statement, wouldn't you?

# You can wear your fur #

# Like a river on fire #

# But you better be sure... #

I hope you don't
change your mind,

'cause when he turns
that corner, he is gone.

- We'll never see him again.
- David...

D.B. Cooper could never
have survived that jump.

# On the day that I
turned 23... #

Now, what do you think
I can get

for this?

While any estimate
of the supply

of broken plastic assault rifle
squirt guns must...

absent extensive market
research... remain speculative,

the demand can be assessed
as zero.

Well, why don't we just leave it
at Kenny Caldwell's doorstep?

What about this?

Oh, hey, that can't be
sold. Can't sell that.

That's my rock tumbler.
I used that to make

- all your Father's Day gifts.
- How could I forget?

Huh? The watch band,
the cuff links...

You wore them every day.

Father's love.

Oh, no, no.

Oh, that's, um, the '70s.

Oh, I know.

And Charlie
will give you $20 for this.

- I will?
I'll take five.

I know the perfect person
for this suit.

- Hello.
- Hey. Sorry.

- Hey, guys. Uh...
Hey.

Hey, what are you doing
with this?

I was making room for Amita.

I totally used to rule
the neighborhood

with this puppy.

- Yeah. You ruled
the neighborhood? - I did.

What are you talking about?
Roger, you should see

the range on this. Seriously,
I used to just have them

all on the block, just like...

Let's set up
a historic reenactment.

Vets versus hippies.

Me and Dad
versus the two of you.

Total blowout.

- Come on. We'll kill them.
- You can set up a field of fire.

That does not qualify you
as a vet.

'Cause it's... it's more

of a state of mind, right, Alan?

- That's right. That's right.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, the same way scraggly hair

and a four-day growth of beard
doesn't make you a rebel.

You know, one time,
on one of those Freedom Rides,

this, uh, Alabama state trooper
hit me

with his baton so hard
that the baton broke.

Yeah. I-I-I still have a scar.

See? And this
is how tough your dad is.

You did not fight back.

You're right.

Wasn't supposed to.

What's with the slack jaws?

Give the man a beer.

I want to talk about
this reenactment thing.

We're the FBI. I get tear gas.

I mean, you guys are dead.

We can bring a book
of beatnik poetry or something.

Yeah.
- Can I make a toast?

Sure.

To scars...
those we've already earned,

and those that are coming.

I'll drink to that.
- Hear, hear.

# Don't be afraid
of what you've learned... #