Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 6, Episode 12 - Arm in Arms - full transcript

1,100 rounds per minute...
That is just beautiful.

Leave it to the Belgians,

right?

Waffles, chocolate and
badass field weaponry.

I've got 5,000 units.

I need a place to
keep them for a while.

♪♪

It's lighter than it looks.

Boom!

Damn.

This makes me want to
blast the hell out of something.



So, go ahead.

♪ Who laid down
in a concrete bed? ♪

♪ Who laid dark thoughts
inside my head? ♪

♪ But they don't know ♪

♪ No, they don't know... ♪

Better than sex.

Charlie ask you
to be his best man?

No. I mean, they haven't
even picked a date yet.

What are you going to
do for his bachelor party?

- Well...
- Do the whole cliché,

the Las Vegas, stripper thing?

No. I was thinking,
like, golf, cigars.

You know, maybe
Laguna or Torrey Pines.

It's supposed to be his
bachelor party, right, not yours?



Well, fine.

We could take in a
Stephen Hawking seminar.

I swear I had a
beige blouse here.

No, I think you took it home.

What's wrong with
what you have on?

That works for me.

Seriously.

I'm serious.

Six months living out
of a suitcase in Portland,

and now I'm splitting time
between your place and mine?

When did my life get
to be so complicated?

You could move in here.

Yeah.

I'm a little old to
play house, honey.

Well, who's talking
about playing?

W-Why can't it be real?

What's that mean?

(chuckles, cell phone vibrating)

I swear, you made it do that.

DON: Hey, what's up?

What?

No. All right, yeah, no.

I-I'll call him.

Got a shooting in San Pedro.

That's LAPD.

Why do they want you?

No, it's not me; it's Charlie.

(indistinct radio transmission)

COLBY: This couple
was just fixing breakfast,

minding their own business

when the round
came through the wall.

Went straight through his head,

through that wall and
into the other room.

So, why don't you take a look?

And this is where
it finally stopped.

Now, it's too
damaged to identify.

Let me see that there.

Thanks.

But it was clearly high-caliber.

What do you think?

Can you help us?

Uh, it's a
reverse-trajectory problem.

Unknown source,

unknown initial velocity.

Countless exterior variables.

It's doable.

Good.

Okay, we need another
sweep 300 yards to the east.

- Agent Sinclair!
- Come with me.

I think we have
something. Inside.

(computer beeping)

We've got a
match... Arvin Lindell.

COLBY: So, his office
is on the other side

of that warehouse right there.

You think it's worth taking
a look, scouting it out?

DAVID: No. We wait for SWAT.

Put your vest on, please.

COLBY: A lot of
good it's going to do

against the cannon
this guy's got.

That's him. That's Lindell!

(tires screech)

COLBY: He's getting out!

Gun!

He's firing right
through the car!

What the hell is that thing?

(tires screech)

DAVID: Come on!

Want to get my
hands on that guy.

Never mind that guy;
I want to get that gun.

Hey.

LIZ: His first victim might
have been unintentional,

but you should've seen
the way he came at us.

I mean, he was standing
in the middle of the street

like he was invincible.

With that much
firepower in his hand,

he pretty much was. We have LAPD

out there looking for
him, but so far, nothing.

I think I got it.

Check this out.

DAVID: That looks like it.

It's a BNT-35?

COLBY: Yeah.

Yeah. They're brand-new,
they're Belgian-made.

Yeah, that's a pretty
good-looking gun.

It ought to be. Its
list price is 12 grand.

There were 5,000 of
them manufactured,

and they were all
supposed to go to the Saudis,

according to the EUCs.

- EUCs?
- End User Certificates.

If an arms dealer wants to
move guns internationally,

he's got to have the paperwork.

You can sell rocket
launchers to kids.

As long as you have
the EUCs, it's all legal.

Lindell's a gun show nut.

What's he doing
with Saudi weapons?

That's the thing. There
were no confirmation

of deliveries in the paperwork,

so the Saudis
never got the arms.

Talking about 5,000
of these things missing?

There is an arms
dealer listed in there,

and he's got a local address.

His name is Randall Priest.

Go find him... Maybe
he knows something.

MAN: I never got the guns.

- The Saudi deal didn't happen.
- COLBY: Why not?

Belgian arms manufacturer
couldn't meet the deadline.

Told me they were on schedule,

promised me they
were going to deliver,

but at the last minute,
they couldn't come up with it.

So I substituted
Swiss R-11s instead.

Great weapon.

Not much profit margin.

So, what, you only made a
few million dollars on the deal?

My heart's breaking for you.

The arms business
involves a lot of risk,

financial and personal.

I'm not going to apologize
for the money I make.

What about the
devastation you cause?

Any remorse there?

Do you even know where
your weapons end up

half the time? Give
any thought to who

they're being aimed
at, used on, who dies?

- David...
- Do you really think if I stopped selling weapons,

people would stop
killing each other?

Killing is human nature.

That's why we keep
getting better and better at it.

COLBY: All right,
look, Mr. Priest,

we're interested in the
shipment of BNT-35s.

5,000 of them left Belgium.

We need to know
where they are now.

I told you, I never
got my hands on them.

But I'm guessing you
kept your eyes on them.

They do offer the
higher profit margin.

So who bought them?

Another arms dealer?

I never name names.

People in my line of work
are very touchy about that.

We're wasting our time.

I didn't say I wouldn't help.

But I need a little
help in return.

(chuckles softly) Of course.

What kind of help?

There's a shipment...

Infrared goggles,
night vision scopes.

They've been tied up in customs

in New Jersey for almost a year.

No way.

We'll make a few calls.

AMITA: No, September's tough.

Classes begin, and then
the last two weekends

are the combinatorics
conference in Dallas.

Yeah.

Okay, so September's out.

Unless you want to get
married at the conference.

Everyone could toast us with
the Gale Shapley algorithm.

Used in combinatorics

to solve the stable
marriage problem.

I get it.

- It's not really helping.
- Okay.

- How about August 14?
- (door opens)

Nope. The Arboretum
isn't available August 14.

Unless you don't want to
get married in the Arboretum.

Now you're changing your
mind about the Arboretum?

It took you two
months to settle on that.

(stammering): Yeah.
Uh, look, he's right.

We're not moving backwards.

We're just going
to find a new date.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- That's all.

Hey.

Hi.

The last week of July.

Wait, is that the wedding you're
talking about? Not the 26th.

I have to be in Quantico.

- Sorry.
- (Alan sighs)

You know, people say that
being married is the challenge.

I say the challenge
is getting married.

Once you get through
that, the rest is easy.

Guys, let me
simplify things for you.

How about a justice
of the peace, huh?

This is all very
interesting, but it's not really

helping Charlie and me.

No, no. No, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Any luck with, uh,
recovering that gun?

No. You know, it's
not one gun anymore.

It's 5,000 of the things.

Anything I can do?

Well, we're working
on a deal to get info,

so as soon as we do,
I'll let you know, all right?

- All right.
- ALAN: Wait, wait, wait.

June 18.

No, I-I really don't want

to be a June
bride, if I can help it.

Justice of the peace.

PRIEST: Are we looking at

some mutual aid here, or
am I just wasting my time?

The U.S. Attorney's Office
will intercede on your behalf,

see about freeing
your containers.

But you get nothing in writing.

This is strictly a
good faith effort.

That's about as close to
a contract as I ever get.

Looks like we got a deal.

Surprised you don't want
something written in blood.

What about those
guns we're looking for?

Manufacturer confirms
that they left Belgium,

but they won't tell
us who bought them

or where they're headed.

Or how one ended up here in L.A.

You've got probably half
a dozen arms shipments

sitting in this port right now.

They sail in from whatever
corner of the world.

They're unloaded, containers
are reshuffled, relabeled maybe.

And then they sit until
there's a ship ready

to take them to
their next destination.

Why risk coming
through an American port?

Why not just ship direct?

You avoid all the security
that's in place here.

It's because of the security.

Ships that go through the U.S.

enjoy better
protection worldwide.

That's just a fact.

And when you're talking
$20 or $30 million in arms...

You move them the
safest way possible.

That means one of three ports:

Newark, Miami or L.A., baby.

Okay.

Well, that gets the guns here.

Doesn't explain how one
ends up in Arvin Lindell's hands.

He probably took it as payment.

Lindell used to be a dockworker.

He parlayed it into
a nice side business.

If you have containers in port,

you need someone
to look after them,

shuffle them around,

make sure they avoid inspection

until they're on the next boat.

Arvin Lindell's that guy.

LIZ: I mean, there's got to be

200,000 shipping
containers in this port.

We're looking for two?

Classic needle in a haystack.

Only worse... our haystack keeps
shifting as goods come and go.

Actually...

actually, the shifting may
help us, the movement.

Containers move around the port

in very specific
predetermined paths.

It's the only way that shipping
companies can keep track

of so many containers
at once and get them

- to their destinations.
- Well, the problem

with our guy is, there
are security inspections

along the way.

He has to avoid them.

Right. So we're looking
for two containers...

moving outside the normal flow,

in terms of space and time.

It's like a newsstand.

Like shipping containers,

periodicals come and go
on different schedules...

Some daily, some
weekly, others monthly.

Now, let's say
there's a math journal

that I really,
really want to buy,

but I don't have enough
money; I have to save up.

Considering how incredibly
popular math journals are,

I'm worried someone
else is going to buy it.

So I decide to hide it

by stuffing it, mmm,
behind a surfing magazine.

But later, when I come back,
the surfing magazine has sold,

so I decide to hide
the math journal again,

this time in the arts section.

I continue to move and
hide the math journal

until I save up enough
money to buy it.

And so the journal
ultimately goes

from point "A" to point "B,"
from delivery to purchase,

but its movements are
far outside the normal flow.

An incredibly popular and
very expensive math journal?

All right.

You know what I mean.

So how do we find
our two containers?

4-D mapping. We
graph the movements

- in three dimensions...
- OTTO: Over a fourth dimension:

time! (chuckles)

Uh, Liz, this is
Professor Bahnhoff.

Otto, or...

- Otto-Bahn.
- Nice to meet you.

So, I thought I smelled pizza.
Is there pizza? I'm starving.

Oh, whoa. What
are you working on?

Uh, we're trying to locate a
missing shipment of weapons.

Ah, yes, yes.

Mmm, no, no, no.

No good.

Uh, the muzzle velocity
and the rate of fire

are entirely inconsistent
with the construction.

This gun won't work.

It works fine. Trust me.

Oh. Maybe I'm wrong.

Uh, I need food.

Any word on Arvin Lindell?

Oh, hey.

Uh, no. I mean, you know,
we got everybody out looking.

That's all we can do.

Well, customs is cooperating.

They're clearing the way

to have Priest's New
Jersey shipment released.

- All right, that's good.
- Hold on.

DAVID: Are we
seriously going to help

- this death merchant out?
- Well, David,

I don't like the idea, either,
but we kind of need the guy.

- Can I talk to you for one sec?
- ROBIN: Sure.

This is nuts.

Am I the only one who
really has a problem with it?

What's going on with
you, man? You've been

going off on this
guy from the start.

It's not this guy... I
mean, it's what he does.

He sells arms indiscriminately

to dictators, warlords
and terror groups.

This... this guy
doesn't give a crap

about who his
weapons are used on.

And now we're in bed with him.

I know that Tuesdays
are normally your place,

but my deposition
tomorrow got pushed up,

so can we please do my...?

Listen. Come here.

I've been thinking
about what you said,

you know, about everything
being so complicated.

I'm sorry. I was frustrated.

No, you're right.

It's ridiculous
we pay two rents.

I think we should get married.

Where did that come from?

- What do you mean?
- Well, this morning,

you throw it off as a joke,
and now you're serious?

Uh...

I... I mean, it makes
sense, doesn't it?

I-I would've thought
you'd be happy.

Well, not when you make it
sound like you're doing me a favor.

I'm not. I'm...

Well, are you going to say no?

I'm sorry. I... I think I am.

Hey, Liz called...
Found Arvin Lindell.

All right.

COLBY: So, how'd
the cops find him?

They didn't.

A film crew did
scouting for locations.

From all the shells,

he must've gone through
a couple hundred rounds.

And nobody heard the shooting?

That's what I said.

I guess, when the
cranes are running,

you could set off a bomb
around here and nobody'd hear it.

The gun exploded?

LIZ: Piece of it caught
him in the throat.

Probably bled
out just like that.

What's the saying?

"Guns don't kill people.

Guns do."

LIZ: Thanks for
coming down, Otto.

OTTO: Oh, not a problem.

I have a favorite Ethiopian
restaurant near here,

so any excuse.

You met Agent Sinclair
and Agent Granger before.

Oh! Oh, oh, oh!

I was right!

- Which is why you're here.
- Otto, how did you know

something was
wrong with the gun?

Uh, PV equals nRT...
The ideal gas law.

Uh, some Fourier series
applied to heat dispersion,

throw in a stress-strain
curve, and there you are.

Liz said you only glanced
at the weapon's spec sheet.

Oh, well, uh, to be fair,
it was the spec sheet

combined with Charlie's
reverse-trajectory work.

Uh, see, Professor Eppes's
data suggested a muzzle velocity

of over 900 meters per second,

and combine that
with a firing rate

of 1,100 rounds per minute,
you're generating heat

and pressure levels beyond

the tensile strength tolerance

- of the delivery chamber.
- COLBY: Okay.

When Charlie
does this, he usually

dumbs it down
just a little bit for us.

Oh. Um...

Well, the barrel
wall is too thin.

My guess is that the
manufacturer was trying

to keep the gun lightweight.

COLBY: How does the
manufacturer mess up this badly?

I mean, they've been
making guns for 40 years.

Their sniper rifles
are considered

- some of the best in the world.
- Well, thin-walled barrel...

It's a good design
for a sniper rifle.

But not a good design
for an automatic weapon?

Yes, yes. Uh, you could
fire a 50-round magazine,

maybe two, building
up heat and pressure.

Next magazine, boom,

- you get this.
- DAVID: So it's not just

this gun; it's the
whole shipment.

What are you doing?

Hey. Uh...

just trying to find
these guns for Don.

I think I'm getting close.

I don't want to
interrupt your flow.

I just wanted to apologize.

What do you have
to apologize for?

I've been a little intense
about this whole...

"picking a date"
thing, you know.

Who knew it would be this hard?

Listen to me.
Don't worry about it.

We're gonna find a
date that works for us

and for our venue

and for your kooky
relatives in India.

(laughs)

- Okay?
- Yeah.

I guess I should be glad that
we're not getting married there.

You know, I had a cousin who
had to postpone her wedding

for four months, because they
couldn't schedule the elephant.

Your... cousin had an
elephant at her wedding?

Yeah. In a traditional
Hindu wedding,

you pretty much
have to have one.

That's how the groom arrives.

Wait a minute. (laughs)

The groom rides
in on an elephant?

- Yes. (giggles)
- Is that what you're telling me?

How come no one told me this
when we decided to get married?

You hear this? If we were
getting married in India,

I'd be riding in on an elephant.

Go east, young man.

AMITA: And you would wear

a long sherwani jacket
and a turban on your head.

Actually, my favorite part

of the ceremony
is that the bride

and the groom have their
hands bound together.

It's incredibly
romantic and beautiful.

CHARLIE: You still
feel good about your

- justice of the peace idea?
- Don't ask me about this stuff.

I don't know what
I'm talking about.

How are you doing on those guns?

Turns out they're way more
dangerous than we thought,

and if they slip away,
it's not going to be pretty.

I haven't narrowed it down
to the exact container yet.

I'll give you the short list.

(garbled radio transmission)

- LIZ: Nothing.
- I mean, you got to be kidding me.

All 22 containers Charlie
pointed out to us came up empty.

So what the hell happened?

Don't ask me. I mean,
when Charlie started talking

about 4-D mapping, I just
did the smile-and-nod thing.

DAVID: Yeah, we were
relying on information

from the Port Authority, so, uh,

maybe the problem's
coming from there.

COLBY: Thought we'd
have another go at Priest.

Figure he owes us, now that
customs released his stuff.

Give me five minutes with him.

All right, go for it. You
know what, take Colby.

Maybe, like, a little bad
cop thing, you know?

Just don't push too hard.

I'm going to be the
one to push too hard?

- You didn't come over last night.
- Yeah, well...

Don, we need to talk.

Come over tonight.

What's to talk about?

Don't be an ass.

(groans)

Did you know the
guns were faulty?

Well, this one was, anyway.

All of them.

It's a design flaw.

The whole shipment is bad.

PRIEST: That explains
why the Belgians

backed out of my Saudi deal.

They must have realized
the guns were junk.

- Junk that somebody is selling.
- It's a business.

If someone sees
these guns as a chance

to make a buck, they'll take it.

But you would never do that.

No, I wouldn't.

I'm in it for the long haul.

If I ever made a sale like this,

and there was a
massive battlefield failure,

I'd never make
another sale again.

Hey, look, I don't
have the guns...

But you know who does.

COLBY: Look, you can understand

why we need to find them,
assuming they haven't left L.A.

They haven't. I can tell
you that much, all right?

Hey, look, we had
a deal with you.

Okay? And we have
kept up our side.

And I've kept up my end.

Reasonable cooperation.

Hey, I don't mind
schooling you guys

in Arms Dealing 101,

but I told you
from the beginning,

- I'm not a snitch.
- DAVID: Yeah, a snitch

is way up the food
chain from where you are.

Do you mind if I hide
out here with you?

Because Wedding Central in there

has just been
dealt another blow.

Seems there's a
physics conference

or something that's
a conflict for Larry.

Assuming anyone can find Larry.

You know, I was
right when I said

that-that getting
married is the hard part.

Can we just talk about something
else for a change, please?

You can't be
tired of it already.

I mean, it's just
getting started.

(chuckles) You know,
after they set the date,

they got the invitations
and then the...

guest lists, and then there's
always a drama about who sits...

Enough!

(quietly): All right.

I kind of asked
Robin to marry me.

She said no.

- Why?
- I don't know.

She must have said something.

We were supposed
to talk about it tonight,

not that I really want to.

Oh, come on, come
on. You have to.

Dad, can we just play, please?

- (sirens wailing)
- (clamoring voices)

(helicopter hovering)

The witnesses say
it was a drive-by.

Two shooters, both with
big-time automatic weapons.

We're sure they're our BNTs?

The shell casings match.

We got seven casualties.

Only three were in
the targeted house.

The others, all collateral.

DAVID: Found four more
victims on the other block.

The rounds went right
through this house,

slicing through the whole
damn neighborhood.

- You guys, with me. Come on.
- All right.

- All right, make a hole. Make a hole.
- I got the back.

Colby, we know
these guns are useless

for the battlefield,
but think about it...

They're perfectly
suited for street crime.

You fire short bursts
here and there.

Right, you never
heat them up enough

for the barrels to fracture.

What if they're not
being shipped overseas?

What if this is their final
destination... these streets?

(indistinct voices)

(siren wailing)

You all right?

11 lives are
devastated, just like that.

Well, the only upside...
If there is one...

Cops said normally
nobody comes forward,

but tonight, we got neighbors
lining up as witnesses.

Yeah, I mean, this really
scared the crap out of them.

To be honest, it scares me, too.

LIZ: Well, no license plate,

but we got a definite
make and model.

It's a dark blue Monte Carlo,

and more than one witness said

the driver might have
been hit by return fire.

DAVID: All right, so
we, uh, put a bulletin

out on the car, we keep
watch on the hospitals.

It's the same guns?

I should have found them.

You know, it's not like 4-D
mapping is fringe science.

My math should have worked.

Not if you had the
wrong data, Charlie.

That's an easy excuse.

LIZ: It's a valid one, Charlie.

We told you the guns were
waiting to ship overseas.

You think they're not?

You-you think
they're staying here?

I mean, it would explain this.

Charlie, Otto is... is he okay?

CHARLIE: Hey, hey,
Otto, are you all right, man?

I just... I-I need to
get to a chalkboard.

Is he okay?

Is there anybody we
should call or anything?

I think he just needs
to work it through.

Work what through?

Theory just
collided with reality.

It's not about
equations anymore.

Otto.

Are you okay?

- Otto?
- CHARLIE: Otto-Bahn.

What?

He likes to be called Otto-Bahn.

Otto-Bahn?

We just don't realize
the absolute frailty

of the human body.

AMITA: What is all this?

Uh, it's devastation.

Uh, the damage
caused by two guns

in a single shooting
event extrapolated out

to include all 4,999
of the missing guns.

And not just first-person
physical injury,

but secondary and tertiary
emotional injury, as well.

The potential for destruction
is... it-it's staggering.

I mean, tens of
thousands of lives affected.

- Only in a worst-case scenario.
- But it's an entirely

plausible scenario,
if the guns end up

- on the streets.
- It's not going to happen.

- You can't know that.
- Listen to me.

My earlier hunt came up empty

because we thought the guns
were being shipped overseas.

Now we know better.

(elevator bell
dings, doors open)

You had a long night.

I met a girl.

Two, actually.

You know how that goes.

Or maybe you don't.

Need to ask you something.

Come on in.

How much money
does one man need?

What kind of question is that?

I've been standing
out there all night

trying to figure it out.

All over the world,
people are killed

and maimed by your
weapons so you can get richer.

But you already have more
money than you could ever spend,

and so I'm wondering...
How much do you need?

When is it enough?

I don't know, man.

It's just not that
black-and-white anymore.

It's kind of a muddy gray.

I'm going to need
to find those guns.

And I'm gonna need to go to bed.

Are we really gonna have
this conversation again?

No. No, you're right. We're not.

- (cuffs clicking) -Oh,
what, are you arresting me?

This is something else.

(sighs)

Last night, a
58-year-old grandmother

was in her kitchen
making dinner.

Four high-velocity rounds
came through a wall,

one hit her in the head...
Killed her instantly.

You see that house right there?

Nine-year-old girl was
inside doing her homework

when a stray hit
her in the wrist.

Probably going to lose her hand.

They're not my guns, man.

No, not this time.

But how is this
street any different

from any of the other
places in the world

where you peddle your weapons?

Do you want to
talk to these people,

see if their grief
is any different

than the grief that you cause?

You could've stopped it.

It wouldn't have
happened if you'd told us

who had the guns when we asked.

You know what your
problem is, Sinclair?

You let this get personal.

You're right.

I got an image in my mind

that I can't get rid
of, I can't shake.

It's always there.

It goes back to my
first posting in Israel.

There was a family,
and I had gotten to them

right after their house
was... was hit by a rocket.

They were still sitting
around their dinner table,

covered in blood.

They were dying.

They didn't even know
what happened to them.

What are the chances

that rocket is something
that you supplied?

Are we done here?

Yeah.

Done.

(engine starting)

(door handle clacks)

Hey.

Hey. I hear you guys had
a rough night last night.

Yeah, it was pretty bad.

I'm sorry.

Look, I know this isn't
any of my business,

but I noticed things
were kind of strained

between you and Don yesterday.

Don't take this the wrong
way, but it feels a little weird

to discuss Don with
one of his ex-girlfriends.

That would imply I
actually was his girlfriend.

I was never more than a rebound

after you guys broke
up the first time.

I don't know what I'm
supposed to say to that.

Nothing. I just... I
thought you should know

that he was always...

stuck on you.

Thanks.

Liz.

Just got a call from
a hospital in Whittier.

They have a 20-year-old
male that checked in

to the ER this morning
with a gunshot wound

- he picked up last night.
- You run him?

Uh-huh.

Record says gang
member all over it.

He's been arrested three
times with his younger brother.

You want to guess what kind
of car his younger brother owns?

A dark blue Monte Carlo?

LIZ: Tell us about
your arm, Eddie.

(scoffs)

I was cleaning my gun.

It went off.

Okay, we're going
to skip right over

the question of what a
parolee would be doing

with a gun, 'cause we know
that's not what happened.

DON: What, this
is his little brother?

LIZ: Yeah.

What a cute kid, huh?

You proud of him?

LIZ: You're setting
a shining example.

What, you two have been
arrested four times together?

Hey, Victor's a good kid.

He looks up to you, doesn't he?

He obviously
wants to be like you.

I don't know if he's
going to get a chance.

What you talking about?

We got LAPD about
to hit your house.

You think they're
gonna take any chances

with those guns you bought?

LIZ: They're ready for war.

40 cops, automatic weapons,
armored vehicles, stun grenades.

DON: So the question
is, how smart is he?

You think he's smart
enough to surrender?

Or is he going to
try and fight it out

'cause he thinks that's what
you would want him to do?

I'm telling you right
now... He fights, he's dead.

What you want from me?

Tell us who sold you the guns.

You do that, we let you
make a call to Victor,

tell him to
surrender peacefully.

Nobody dies today.

Look, I don't know
the guy's name.

We just called him "Whitey."

- (scoffs)
- No, man, it's not like that.

It's 'cause of his eye.

He's got one
that's all... milky.

What the hell is this?

- It's a good offer.
- $1,500 a weapon?

I paid $2,000, add in the cost

of shipping them over, why
would I want to take a loss?

The guns are junk, Moses.

What do you expect me to do?

I didn't expect you'd
try to screw me.

Maybe I should've.

It's $7.5 million.

Make up the difference
on your next deal.

Not interested.

The FBI is all over
these guns, Moses.

It's just a matter of days

before they trace them
to you. That happens,

they seize the whole shipment,
you're out the whole amount.

At least this way,
you get something.

I want it in cash... tonight.

(gunshot)

Hey, I think we have it.

Yes, yes, yes, uh, we have it.

Uh, we redid the 4-D
graphing of container movement

in the port; only this time,

instead of looking at
containers moving atypically

in areas proximal to shipping,

we focused on areas
proximal to port egress.

Yes, yes, ye...

Yes, we recalculated

using the new data,

assuming the guns
aren't shipping out.

And so, you found them?

Yes, they should
be in a storage yard

on the east end of the
port near warehouse 32.

32. (chuckles)

I'm in the arms business
20 years, Moses.

You really think I'm
still impressed by guns?

Where's the money?

It's here. Where are the BNTs?

I need to see the money first.

(chuckles)

- Is this how you handle all your customers?
- (car unlocks)

No wonder you're
still a bottom-feeder.

Which is why I
brought my own guys.

There's the cash.

- Where are the weapons?
- (car locks)

This way.

(goggles whirring)

Okay, so which ones?

Take your pick.
Doesn't really matter.

BNTs are gone.

Already got another buyer.

Want to throw me
the keys to your car?

Now, why would I do that?

Oh, you're right.

I could always just
take it off your body.

LIZ: Take the shot.

It's a setup!

Don't move. Up against the wall.

Down, down!

(indistinct radio transmission)

LIZ: Five dead and six injured.

Add to that your
buddy, Arvin Lindell,

you're on the
hook for six bodies.

You know same as I
do those aren't mine.

Oh, yes, they are.

And as supplier of an
illegal assault weapon,

you can be charged
as an accessory

in any crimes that
your guns commit.

4,997 more guns out there.

That's like a prison-time
investment plan.

And the accessory charges
are just going to keep piling up

every single time one
of those guns are used.

Conversation's over.

I want my lawyer.

Just, uh, give us a
couple minutes, okay?

You son of a bitch.

You set me up.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

And if I hadn't, where
would I be right now?

You were going to shoot me,

steal my money.

You know what's going to happen

when word gets
out you're a snitch?

You're done.

It's over for you.

I thought you were done talking.

I've got a name for you, Moses.

General Mombayzi.

Remember him?

Somebody ripped the general off

for $36 million last year.

And as long as I'm a snitch,

maybe I'll snitch to him.

- Can't prove it was me.
- You think the general

is gonna give a
damn about proof?

Tell them where the guns are.

All right, man, hurry up!

We got two more stops tonight.

- All right, get it out of here.
- (tires screeching)

MAN: This is the Los
Angeles Police Department.

- Throw down your weapons.
- LIZ: Freeze! FBI!

Don't you move.

Put your hands behind your
head and turn around slowly.

(helicopter blades whirring)

(handcuffs clicking)

COLBY: Hey.

You could look a little
happier, you know.

- We get the guns?
- With what was on the truck,

plus what the Leyva brothers
had, they're all accounted for.

You know, another day or two,

things could've
gotten so much worse.

You think about it,

this is just one
shipment of guns

out of how many in the world?

I'm not even going there.

You shouldn't either, man.

Just mark this in the "win"
column and call it a day.

I'm gonna pack it
up and go home.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I guess gratitude is more
than I should expect, huh?

Gratitude for what?

I mean, the way I see
it, you come out on top.

With Moses out of the way,

you have less
competition, right?

That thing you
said in the street,

about wondering if the
rocket that killed that family

was something that I sold.

I wonder that, too.

It's not too late for you to
change your line of work.

You know?

You think one good
deed buys me redemption?

Come on.

I think you helped
us out for a reason.

And it wasn't for your shipment

of night vision goggles
stuck in Newark.

How much money
does one guy need?

- Right?
- Yeah.

Take care, Agent Sinclair.

♪ It's been five years,
we've had good and bad ♪

♪ The ivy grows thick ♪

- ♪ In our dark backyard ♪
- You're treating it

as a combinatorial
optimization problem?

Yeah. Go with what you know,
right? What's wrong with that?

Nothing, if limitations
on dates were discrete,

but they're not.

I mean, for instance,
social convention

prohibits marrying on Tuesdays.

(laughs) And you think
you're going to have better luck

with the pigeonhole principle?

You're likely to get a date

five years from now.

ALAN: Is this
what I think it is?

Yes. A little
friendly competition.

We're using math to find
a wedding date that works.

I'm using math. She's
using some bastardized

distant cousin.

Whoever comes up
with a working date first

gets to choose where
we go for our honeymoon.

Ah. Well, sounds very normal.

I'm sure it's how all
engaged couples do it.

On the other hand, it was math

that got you guys together
in the first place, so...

♪ Don't walk away, then turn
and say "I love you anyway" ♪

- Got it.
- Done!

- I... all right.
- No, no, no, no.

You know, you go
ahead, pigeon man.

- What you got?
- Pigeon man.

Yep.

How about August 21?

Yeah. My grandmother's
hip surgery.

Nice try.

The winner is...

July 17.

Oh, you mean your
cousin Vinay's graduation?

(chuckles)

ALAN: Oh...

Hey, how about October 9?

Oh, that was yours
and Mom's anniversary.

- Yeah, so what?
- I mean, I don't know, Alan.

We were kind of thinking
we would leave that

as, you know, your day.

I'll share it.

October 9.

Yeah. (giggles)

So, it's settled? Finally?

I can't believe we
actually have a date.

We're getting married.

Yes, we are.

And I get to pick the honeymoon.

♪ Don't walk away ♪

- Mm.
- ♪ Then turn and say "I love you anyway"... ♪

(door opens)

I thought Thursdays
were my place,

but I guess I got it wrong, huh?

Come on, Don. Help me out.

It took a lot for
me to come here.

What do you want
me to say, Robin?

Well, I don't know, but
I think we need to talk.

- You asked me to marry you.
- And you said no.

Well, don't you even
want to know why?

(sighs)

Okay.

There wasn't a hint of romance
in the way that you asked me.

Look, you know, I
mean, it wasn't official.

I go to Charlie's,
and all they talk about

is weddings, weddings,
weddings, and-and... I don't know.

I think I just got
caught up in it,

and-and I was feeling it out.

Well, that's what I mean.

Okay.

You're this really romantic guy,

with your old movies,

and your old-fashioned values.

You still open the
car door for me.

And the fact that that was the
best that you could come up with

tells me you're
not really ready.

Well, I wouldn't have
asked you if I wasn't ready.

You're going through
a lot of transitions, Don.

At work, finding God.

That motorcycle.

You're searching for something.

And you need to figure
out what that is first.

Hey. I love you.

And I promise you

that I will say yes
when you're really ready.

I thought I was.

Until then, let's
just do what we do.

Monday, Wednesday,
Thursday... My place.

Tuesday, Friday,
Sunday... yours.

That's complicated.

Complicated works for us.

(gunshot)