Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 6, Episode 14 - And the Winner Is... - full transcript

Hey, Charlie.

How about a game?

Uh, no. Uh, I've got to finish

- grading papers.
- Oh, I can wait.

Or maybe not.

Hey, Amita,
how about a... - Hmm? Not now.

- The show's starting.
- What do you mean, starting?

You've been camped out there
for over an hour.

No, no, no.
That was the preshow.

Now the actual awards start.

Live from
Downtown Los Angeles...



- Hey.
- What's the score?

Uh, it's just starting.

Welcome to the Sixth Annual

Cinema and Television...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Um, I'm recording the game.

We're going to watch it
after Amita watches her show.

- I'll be done by then.
- But I left work early

- for this.
- Hey, Donnie, Donnie, how about a game

of chess in the meantime?

Oh, come on, Don,
watch the show with me.

This is much more entertaining
than hockey. Trust me.

Supporting actor award
for a motion picture performance

is last year's winner



and costar
of the soon to be released

Deadline for Tomorrow,

Miss Scarlet McBain.

Thank you.

It was my honor
to win this award last year,

and I look forward
to winning it again next year.

What is this?
What are we watching?

Come on, you guys just need

to get to know
the players, okay?

The presenter is Scarlet McBain.

She's ?ber-talented,

but she had this whole DUI thing
happen last month

where she blew a. 18

at 4:00 in the afternoon.

- Oh, well...
- Yeah.

Check out that dress.

Look at that diamond necklace.

- I'm black.
- Ah, now you're talking.

Marcella Nico for Risqu? Living.

Courtney Hollis for Love...

Mmm! Charlie!

What?
The TV.

Uh, it's the cable.

There's a...
there's an intermittent

where it hooks up in the garage.

I know.

- I'll go fix it.
- Thank you.

Is somebody in here?

Hello, Charles.

Larry?

What... what are you doing here?

Uh, well, given
the general detritus, the tent,

I'd say the answer
is fairly obvious.

I've been squatting.

My assistant, Debbie Porter,
and... who, you know,

- keeps my life from spinning
out of control. - All right.

And, um, oh, my therapist,
Ronda Van Gant

who keeps my life
on an even keel...

and should for $300 an hour.

You guys, check this out.

Um... oh, my accountant,
Stan Waterford,

and... and my personal trainer,
Oki...

Is this part of the show?

Fire!

Fire!

Ladies and gentlemen,

please proceed in an orderly
fashion to the exits

at the rear of the theater.

Please stay calm,
and follow the instructions

- of the ushers
- Yeah. Hey.

- and security personnel.
I'm actually watching it.

I mean, I'm-I'm not...
Amita's got it on here.

Yeah. Right.

Okay. I'm on my way.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

They just...
they want to rule out terrorism.

Um...

knight to bishop three.

That's checkmate, pal.

I'll see you guys later.

Okay, there were no explosions,

and LAFD hasn't found
any evidence of an actual fire.

Only injuries
are people who were hurt

- in the stampede to get out
of there. - Right.

- Agents, can you comment on what
happened tonight? - Sorry.

Hey, uh, we don't know
anything yet. Thanks a lot.

Don, EOD found a dozen of these.

Definitely not part of the show.

It's a radio-activated
smoke bomb.

Very sophisticated,
placed in just the right spots.

Are-are you really
from the FBI,

or is that jacket from wardrobe?

No, it's all real.

Oh, good.

Someone just yanked
a $300,000 necklace

just right off of me.

By the time I turned around
to fight them...

and I am a certified black belt
in Brazilian jujitsu...

but the smoke was so thick
I couldn't see,

- uh, who did it.
- And what did they get?

It was a large purple stone
to match my gown

and earrings that...

do you want me to draw
a picture of them?

They got four gold chains

and, of course... the ring.

Custom-made, 24 carat,

platinum inlay
and about three dozen diamonds.

- Size?
- About, uh...

three inches.

It's a ponytail ring.

Have you never seen
any of my movies?

Oh, sure.

Yeah, mostly the old ones,
you know, before you got...

What, before I got...
before I got fat?

Anything else taken?

My ponytail.

Just talked to LAPD.

They got over
a dozen celebrities

reporting stolen jewelry.

Yeah, smoke bombs

were a cover
for a grab-and-go jewelry heist.

A striking addition
of two plus two.

Elizabeth Hopkins,
Lloyd's of London.

London. What kind of plane

- did they put you on?
- Oh, I was inside the theater

watching over the jewelry
my company insures.

And you watched it
walk out the door.

Oh, touch?.

One bitchy remark
does deserve another.

You're going to need my help

dealing with these people.

They're actors.

Hey!

Hey! Give me that!

Give me that camera!

Victims are all gathered up

and giving us drink orders
while they wait.

Officer, could you
call my nanny and tell her

- to put my son, lonesco, to bed?
Hey!

Son of a bitch!
I'm going to kill you!

- And then I'm going to sue you!
- Welcome to the circus.

The suffocating smoke,

people pushing and shoving
like I was a below-the-line.

I mean, I thought I was
seriously going to die.

Okay. Well,
I think I have everything.

I'm just going to need
to get your name.

Is that your way
of asking for an autograph?

Uh... no.

"We'll meet again.

"Perhaps not in this world,

"but we will find each other,

because love never dies."

Regina Landers.

But you knew that.

Right?

Right.

It's an eight-figure heist
with 20 million people watching,

and we really
only have one witness?

Only took seconds for the place
to fill with smoke.

You know, someone yells fire,

creates the perfect cover
to grab jewelry.

How many got hit?

16, all A-list celebrities.

You know, weird thing is,
a lot of them

seem clueless
as to what they lost.

Well, in addition to being

generally clueless,

they probably didn't own
what they lost.

A lot of the stars
wear borrowed jewelry.

Their stylists select the pieces

from high-end dealers
on Rodeo Drive.

They may not see
what they're wearing

until right before the event.

And all this security here...
I mean, how did these guys

- get in?
- I'll go talk to the director.

Why don't you two
try to put together

a detailed list
of everything taken.

Yeah.

I apologize.

I probably should
have asked permission

before setting up residence
in your garage.

I don't know.

I just needed a slower reentry
into society.

'Cause I have been leading

a rather solitary existence
of late.

Uh, I'm sorry, Larry, but...

where the hell have you been?

I'm guessing
from your new look

- that you didn't end up
in Italy. -

Nor Greece, nor Alaska,

nor any of the destinations
that I'd chosen.

Surely, somewhere without
a phone or postal system,

since we didn't hear
word one from you.

No. Serendipity placed me
in the Mojave Desert,

just about 150 miles from here.

Pristine night skies.

Minimal light pollution.

Crystalline seasonal
constellations.

Did you find
what you were looking for?

Yes.

And?

Do you happen to have
any shaved Parmesan?

So, the show
was moving along fine.

I mean, we were actually running

a little short,
which was a first.

Then, suddenly,
all this smoke and screaming,

and the wonderful sound
of my directing career

going right down the toilet.

- How many cameras were going?
- Eight.

But none of the footage
is better than this, because,

once the smoke started,
you couldn't see anything.

We're still going to need
to see them.

What about the security?

This is supposed to be
a closed event, right?

Yeah, supposed to be.

I mean, everybody...

audience, crew...
they're on a list.

No way in if you're not on it.

What, are you going to want
to see that, too?

These guys got in somehow,
right?

I don't know...
I mean, maybe, like,

a P.A. or a writer.

They're always
complaining about money.

- What's that?
- Check this out.

It's an interactive
seating chart, okay?

Yellow squares... that's what
we call camera candy.

Hot actors, reality stars.

You know, the people you want
to tune in to, to see.

Then, the red squares... well,

let's just say that you
would recognize them

if you've been
to dinner theater recently.

Then, the blue squares

are the people
that we have to invite,

but we don't want to invite.

Like agents,

agents and agents.

All right, I'm going to need
a copy of that, too.

- How is a seating chart going
to help you? - I don't know.

But the rule of thumb is,
if something reminds me

of my tenth grade
geometry class,

then we can probably use it
to solve the crime.

47 pieces

of stolen jewelry.

We insured this piece.

42 carats, total weight.

Value: million and a quarter.

Seriously?

Mm-hmm.

Now, you walk around
wearing that,

you deserve to be robbed.

Is that the FBI's
official position

or a personal insight?

My personal insight
is there are better things

people can be doing
with their money,

and much better things
I could be doing with my time.

Ah, the moral certainty
of reverse snobbery.

The wealthier the victim,

the less deserving of justice?

I didn't say that at all.

Scored the guest list.

Everyone who was inside

when the heist went down.

And we also
have local news stations

sending over all their footage
of the crowd running out.

Bad guy's got to be in there
somewhere, right?

The only problem is, we don't
know who we're looking for.

Ah, what goes better
with a Glock...

emeralds or rubies?

Rubies.

Emeralds are for hand grenades.

Opals for switchblades.

She seems kind of cool.

Cool? Aah.

Cold is more like it.

Ew. You like her.

No.

Oh. Betancourt.

Look, the answer

to the first question
is we're working on it.

The answer
to the second question is,

it's not going to happen.

Sven Regal.

He keeps calling me to see if we
got any leads on his ponytail.

Oh.

And the second question?

He likes you.

Hey. How we doing?

Uh, doing an inventory,

running down a list of,
uh, attendees.

This call came
while you were upstairs.

From the warden at San Quentin.

Said you'd want
to know about it.

Oh, yeah.

That name look familiar?

I helped bust him, uh,
something like ten years ago,

and he tried to appeal
a zillion times.

One of those cases
that just wouldn't die, huh?

Yeah.

I guess it's dead now.

As far as we can tell,

the victims were robbed
at roughly the same time.

- So, multiple thieves.
So, I'm wondering...

do you think we can use this

to figure out
how many there were

and where they were?

- Hey.
Larry.

Oh, you're back.
Hey, you look, uh...

- Refreshed?
- Yeah.

So, what's the case du jour
here?

Oh, the chase.

One of the things
I missed most dearly.

That and shaving, evidently.

Hey, Larry.
What happened?

I thought you came in
to get the chessboard.

Retrograde analysis.

A-a simple matter

of finding a fixed point

where a thief could be stationed

to maximize efficiency
in intercepting his victims.

I need to see the theater.

Wow. So much smaller
than it looks on TV.

You know, this is the exact seat
where Rachel Hollander sat.

Yeah, I'm slightly

discomfited
by this starstruck component

of your personality.

Well, love me,
love my US Weekly.

Five feet, two inches.

And by the way, you know,

- I'm not going to do it.
Do what?

Not going to go blue in the face

trying to penetrate
the latest Fleinhardt mystery.

I'm not trying
to generate any mystery.

Just enjoying the adrenaline
of this one.

Not to mention,

it's nice having conversation
of a non-canine nature.

You were talking to dogs?

Uh, coyotes.

They didn't talk back.

Hi.

Good morning.

Is this, uh, going to take long?

'Cause I got a big meeting
at the network.

Turns out that the, uh, awards
show got monster ratings, so...

Next year, maybe you
can blow up the theater.

So, these are the seats
where the victims were sitting.

We used them as epicenters.

And I input their descriptions

of the attacks.

Then I calculated
the seating position

from which each thief
could have optimized

his or her stealing opportunity.

The thieves began here

in these six seats.

Yeah. So?

Well, according
to your seating chart...

Right, okay.

Bruce, Keanu, Angelina.

Uh, no, this isn't...
no, this isn't right.

No kidding.

The thieves were in these seats.

Maybe, but Bruce, Keanu

and Angelina were not.

So, who the hell was?

What the hell is a seat filler?

The theater always has
to be full, okay?

There's nothing worse
on TV than a

half-empty awards show.

- Except an awards show.
- Hey!

Fillers are warm bodies
that we put into the seats

when the stars aren't in them.

During the event,

actors are called on stage
to present.

And it's a very, very long show.

- Bathroom breaks?
- Smoke breaks.

- Something else breaks. - As long
as they come back upright.

Well, you didn't give us
a seat filler list.

'Cause I don't have one. We get
it from a private contractor.

Her name is Paula Watson.

Really hard to believe

anyone I hired would be involved
in any of this.

And why is that?

These are geeks and wannabes

with pretty faces.
I scare them up

at campuses,
coffee shops, clubs.

They're the kind of kids who
work for 65 bucks and a chance

to pretend they're going
to be famous someday.

Well, we're gonna need names
to go with these pretty faces.

I'm pretty busy right now.

I've got the Syn-Can Awards
tomorrow night and...

Syndicated Canadian TV.

Okay.

I'm looking.

So, who decides
which ass goes in which seat?

Hmm?

Uh, well, I coordinate
with the, uh,

director,
but it's pretty random.

A seat's open, I grab
whoever's standing around. Ah.

Is that blood?

Mmm. Jelly doughnut.

Hey, it's not the VMAs.

So, David and the
insurance investigator

inventoried
all the stolen jewelry,

and it turns out a lot of it
was from one place.

A Beverly Hills jeweler...
Hans Stollbach.

So, what, they're thinking
insurance fraud?

Checking into it.

Yeah. And we're also
taking another look

at the footage
from the show, figuring now

we know where
the guys were seated,

maybe we can find a face.

Yeah. And?

Well, as you can see, the smoke

is definitely a problem.

Hey, can you do me a favor
and give me a lift somewhere?

Yeah, sure. Where?

Uh, over
to the evidence warehouse.

You know, the parking there
is a nightmare.

Hans Stollbach?

Of course it's Hans.

No one else looks

this good without trying.

Always a pleasure.

- Trainee?
- FBI.

He's taken a very

passionate and personal concern

with the Cinema and Television
Select Awards theft.

Most of the stolen jewelry
came from your store.

My jewelry
is the most sought-after

for these events,
so that's no surprise.

Of course, the insurance

payoff won't even begin
to cover my losses.

- And how is that?
- Ms. Hopkins must have told you

that almost all
of the pieces I loaned out

were appraised at about half
their current market value.

Must have slipped her mind.

Serves me right for leaving

my idiot nephew in charge of
updating inventory valuations.

He's not working here anymore.

- Mmm. - Well, even half
of $20 million...

I mean, that's still...
you know,

- that's some serious money.
- Lf I were going to risk

going to prison,
I wouldn't do it at a discount.

- -I'll need copies
of your paperwork.

Of course.

I wanted to see how he'd react.

And possibly get back at you
for souring my day.

Me?

Halfway through
air-kissing Hans,

I could just about
hear you thinking,

"Two vacant rich people

"fretting about pointlessly

pretty rocks and metal."

I didn't... I didn't...

Okay.

You know, I grew up in Brixton.

My mom was a bookkeeper.

My dad owned a small chemist.

And the kids... my friends...
were always stealing stuff.

They figured he owned a store,
he had to be rich,

it didn't matter.

But the reality is,

is that everyone's always richer
than someone else.

So I believe

everyone's loss matters.

Well, I grew up
in the South Bronx, and, um,

I was the kid stealing
the candy.

So,

I'm sorry about that.

Oh, thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you...

You know,
I thought an application

of image reconstruction

would do the trick,
but the smoke's too dense.

Can we play this again?

- Oh, you got something?
No. I just

find her speech compelling.

Her sad yearning
for connection.

What's all this stuff?

News footage from the crowd.
Why?

Masses exiting.

- Crowd flux dynamics.
- Yeah.

And I picture?

The Colosseum.

In Roman times,
engineers studied

how people exit large venues.

They tend to exit
in predictable ways.

If we know
the person's seat location

and the floor plan of the venue,

we can calculate their likely
route and exit speed

to predict
where they'll end up outside.

We may not have useable footage

of our thieves
inside the theater,

but we have video of them

outside the theater,
somewhere in the crowd.

And we know
their seat locations,

their starting points.

So, all we really need to do

is identify one face exiting.

So, he becomes our key.

Calculate his route
and rate of exit,

and use that to find the others.

Yeah. I really did miss this.

So, does this have anything
to do with the case?

No.

Something I should know about?

No.

Okay, then.

Where to now, Miss Daisy?

I-I've left you
at least a dozen messages.

16, but who's counting.

Look, as soon as your hair
shows up, you will be

the first call that someone
other than me will make.

You know, I really feel
like there's this, uh,

chemistry here
that you might be denying.

The only one
denying chemistry is you.

I suggest you go to your shrink
and have him write you a script.

I did that already.

This is me, healthy.

This is me,
getting back to my job.

Man has got money.

Not that much.

Hey, where's your girlfriend?

Not Colby. The other one.

The girl.

Okay. What do you got?

The list the, uh...

Paula Watson, the seat filler
coordinator, gave us.

Six of the names were bogus.

That's the same number of guys

Charlie thinks
we're looking for.

There's more.

Now, I spoke with one
of the seat fillers

that was there that night.

He asked Paula if he could sit

in an open seat
next to Sven Regal.

You know, kid's seen
all of his movies.

And he still wanted
to sit next to him?

Well, Paula told him
she had the seat reserved.

She gave it to an older guy
who spoke Spanish.

And before the show,

the kid saw him hanging
with five other guys,

all older, all Spanish-speaking.

And they did not look
like they were there for fun.

I hired a lot of people

- that night.
- A half dozen of whom

are willing to testify
that you saved seats

for a crew
of Spanish-speaking guys.

Now, if we connect them
to the robbery,

you look a lot like
an accomplice.

Especially if you keep
lying to me.

One of the camera operators,
Geno Murelli,

he told me he had a cousin

who was a-a really big fan
of Sven Regal.

Asked me if I could
put him in a seat next to him.

I had the schedule, I knew where

all the open seats
were going to be.

What about the others?

Geno gave me a list.

Other friends...
who wanted to sit

- next to other actors.
- And you bought his story?

At $600 a favor, I-I really
didn't think about it.

If I had enough imagination
to guess

what Geno was up to, I...

I wouldn't be doing this
for a living.

Yeah, well,
where can we find him?

Clear.

Clear.

Got a body.

Still warm.

Well, lukewarm anyway.

Geno did his homework.

Gun!

He's headed for the roof.

Take the stairs.

Well, there's one way
to obstruct an investigation.

The body in the apartment
was Geno Murelli,

camera operator for the show.

He worked the aisles,
getting close-ups of the stars

looking happy while they lose.
Now, he had a seating chart,

floor plan,
schedule of the show.

- He had everything.
Except the loot.

Yeah, we didn't find any

of the missing jewelry
at his apartment.

We I.D.'d the guy who took
a header off the roof.

Jose Duran.

He's a Colombian in the country
on a tourist visa.

SID had a hard time
getting his prints.

- Why is that?
- Scarring.

His fingertips were all torn up.

Which would suggest
we're dealing

with a South American
Theft Group.

SATGs operate out
of different countries,

specializing in jewelry theft.

How do you get all that
from scarred fingers?

To join, you have to pass
a test called the seven bells.

They place a coat
on a mannequin,

put a piece of jewelry
in the pocket.

The recruit has
to retrieve the jewelry

without ringing the bell.

Oh, they also put
razor blades in the pockets.

Just to keep it interesting.

SATG members
don't trust outsiders,

so they may have used
Geno Murelli

for access and information,
but he was not a shot caller.

Murelli signed
an immigration visa

for a cousin
named Raul Hernandez.

He's on our watch list,

suspected of running a ring
in Bogot?.

I would venture to guess
that he's our shot-caller.

Well, Charlie and Amita
need faces,

so why don't you give them
Hernandez and this guy.

How is the facial recognition
going?

Video's degraded.

We're having trouble.

No, there is Raul Hernandez.

The SATG leader.

I've got a metric on his route

and rate of exit
from the theater.

So, let's turn the crowd flux
program loose

and then see if we can find
the rest of them.

You know,
this is like the M-170 story.

What is?

We just got our first match.

It's just all harkening back

to my time in the desert,
my work.

Just got two more.

M-170...

that's a star.

Yeah, it's tucked away
in Andromeda.

And much as I never
wanted to play favorites

among constellations,

I did always admire its...

There's Jose Duran.

Simple yet elegant V-shape.

We got them.

We got the whole crew.

It can wait.

Did you, uh... you pull
their rap sheets yet?

I did, yeah.

I, uh, printed them out.

That's the file I left
on Don's desk, I think.

You know anything
about an old case...

uh, perp's name
was Marcus Taylor?

Yeah, he died in prison
a few days ago.

I think he's, uh,
one of Don's old collars.

Why?

No reason.

- Here you go.
- Hey, thanks.

Can't say I recognize
any of them.

You really think they came
in here to case my store?

These guys are smart, Hans.

If I risked a heist this big,

I would definitely case
the merchandise.

Uh, you have digital files
on these cameras, right?

I'll ask my nephew to put
the files on disk for you.

I thought you fired
your nephew.

I did.

My sister-in-law
can be quite vocal.

And my brother owns a piece
in the business.

Hmm.

Engraved platinum.

Retail...

it's probably worth
about 150 grand.

Look at the color,
the sheer brilliance.

The pattern of inclusions
makes it unique.

Like a fingerprint.

Easy enough to be drawn
to the shine,

or the smooth, hard texture.

I think we understand that...

on an animal level.

An excellent choice.

Yeah, I'll be back
in about 80 years

to pay for it.

I'll need those disks
as soon as you can get them.

Hey.

Hi.

Oh, what are we doing here?

I'm conducting a postmortem

on my afternoon chess game
with Larry.

I mean, whatever that guy
was doing in the desert,

he's come back
as Garry Kasparov.

We used to be evenly matched.

He's killing me now.

And Don...

he took me apart
with one eye on the TV.

Am I slipping, Charlie?

You know,
that's hard to say, Dad.

I never really got your game.

Just the reassurance
I was looking for.

And what about Larry?

Did you talk to him about this
Howard Hughes look of his?

Yeah, he started to,
but then it sort of dropped.

You let it drop?

He's... different this time.

I look in his eyes,

and there's a clarity there.

You know, I used to worry
about him,

I used to worry about me,

but, uh,

I think we're okay
with it all now.

- Nice.
- You want them?

Eh, no, not now.

Sven Regal.

Well, I don't know,
I guess, uh, you could do worse.

No, actually,

you have done worse.

And I think you get the ponytail
in the settlement.

We have to recover it first.

There's still no sign
of the missing jewelry.

Word on the street is
nobody's tried to fence it yet.

What about the SATG crew?

We ran background on the guys
Charlie and Amita I.D.'d.

Three of them had parole visits

at the same location
last month...

a sweatshop
in the garment district.

Listed as their place
of employment.

Let's check it out.

Hey, uh, maybe we should
bring Lloyd's along,

you know, in case we find
something sparkly.

That's a good idea.

Nikki, with me.

Colby, take a squad
and go around back.

Uh, stay in the car.

Of course.

We'll radio
when it's all clear.

Get them out of here.

Come.

Put that gun down.

Put it down.

This isn't all of it.

We got four soldiers,
but no Raul.

Raul Hernandez... where is he?

?D?nde est? el jefe?

So much for waiting in the car.

I found her trying to escape

with the rest
of the sweatshop girls.

Only, she needs a shave.

Don't you think?

Raul Hernandez.

Robbery,
possession of stolen property,

smuggling, evading arrest,

impersonating a woman... poorly.

And how long
before we connect you

to Duran killing Geno?

Motive's easy enough...

you got greedy, cut him out.

Geno didn't die for my greed.

He died for

his own greed and stupidity.

Care to be more specific?

I was, um...

I was thinking maybe
we could, uh...

maybe we could get some, uh...
some dinner sometime.

You know?

Or not.

- Remember what I said
about inclusions? - Yeah.

Diamonds have fingerprints.
There's always a pattern.

And if there isn't?

Guess why Hernandez
had Geno offed.

Because most of what
they stole was paste.

You could've let me say it.

Good news?

It depends
on how you look at it.

Uh, we made some arrests.

And recovered most
of the jewelry.

Most of it?

Don't worry, we recovered

all of yours.

Oh.

Every single item is fake.

Maybe they...

Duplicated 29 pieces of famous
jewelry for the fun of it?

You filed an insurance claim
for millions

on glass that was worth
less than a couple of grand.

Your nephew, he is looking

like the smart one
in the family now.

Look, I've had a number of bad
experiences loaning out jewelry.

Items get damaged,

actors always seem
to forget to return them,

and I end up in court.

So, you forgot to tell us

and Lloyd's that you didn't lose
any real pieces?

If it gets out

that I was sending actors out
wearing glass,

there isn't a stylist in town
that will come in here again.

I was in a very
difficult position.

Or you set up the robberies,

but didn't want to lose
any of your property.

If you think for one second

that I'm some kind
of mastermind,

well, that-that's absurd!

Well, how about we debate the
absurdity of it all downtown?

Come on.

There has to be a connection
between Hans and Geno Murelli.

I'm not so certain.

I've known Hans a long time,
and...

and he lacks the audacity
for something like this.

You think Hans
is an opportunist?

What, a bunch of his fakes

get stolen,
so he covers his ass and sees

a chance to make
some insurance money.

- Mmm.
- Meanwhile, Raul opens

his haul, it's mostly glass,

he thinks that Geno
double-crossed him.

Unfortunate for Geno,

but... pretty much
closes my case.

Hey, I need to show
you something.

Mapping the movements
of the six thieves,

I found an anomaly
in the behavior

of thief number four,
Jose Duran.

See, all of the other thieves
were efficient.

They robbed their victims,
left quickly, but, uh,

Duran took an irregular route.

He makes the hit,

- and then does this dogleg thing?
- Yeah, he went

down the aisle, uh,
toward the stage,

- Iooped around, then exited.
Yeah,

and according to the inventory,
the jewelry still missing

all belonged to his victims.

- You got a theory?
- I don't.

The floor plans only show us
one perspective.

It sounds like we need
to take another walk

around that theater.

Okay, so, Colby,
you're thief number four.

Oh, that's right. I'm sorry.

I-I promised Larry
he could be the thief.

It just seems more consistent

with my unrestrained id.

Okay, well, fine. I'll, uh...

I'll just be an actor.

Oh, really?
Yeah.

I got the shoulders for it.

All right, so that makes Colby
victim number one,

uh, followed quickly by Amita
and then David.

Jewelry in hand, the thief exits

into the aisle toward
the front of the theater,

then loops around the front row,

exiting toward the rear
with the rest of the crowd.

You know, I'm sorry...
this just seems

- terribly inefficient.
And stupid. I mean,

the smoke's starting to clear,
the crowd's thinning out.

Why does he risk
making another loop this way

when he's already this far
from the exit?

Farthest from the exit.

Highest risk of getting caught.

Hey, what if he, uh...

what if he made a hand-off?

Well, let's see.

Uh, according to the schedule,

the director had camera
operators in the aisle,

getting close-ups,
at the time of the robbery.

Geno Murelli.

The inside man.

Ten after 6:00, Geno Murelli
was... right there.

Right where thief number four
came down the aisle.

If Duran made
a hand-off to Geno,

then how come we didn't find

any loot at his place?

- Maybe he'd fenced it already.
- Or maybe Geno

handed it off to someone else.

You guys...

I think I found
the missing jewelry.

Apparently, we do meet again...
in this world.

Geno and I were old friends.

I mean,

going back all the way
to my days on The Conjurer.

Oh, he used to...

write out my lines
on Post-it notes

and put them all over the set

so that I didn't even have
to bother learning them.

Well, in spite
of what the producers,

the director
and other actors said,

it was a perfectly
legitimate method.

Flashing forward 20 years.

I was having cash flow problems.

"Actress of a certain age"
syndrome.

The roles go away,

but the lifestyle doesn't.

I needed the money.

And Geno needed someone

to help him hide the jewelry.

During the chaos, he...

he handed me the stolen jewelry.

He had rigged a compartment

inside the seat.

And then you added your necklace
to the stash,

and you filed for insurance.

I don't think I want to know
what happens next.

It's not a happy ending.

All right.
I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah, have a good one.
- All right, you, too.

- Hey, isn't that, um...
- Ah, it's a pity date.

And besides, that is the car

from Boneyard 5000.

He's going to let me drive it.

Is that all it takes?

Man, tell me you don't want to.

Maybe just a little bit.

We got signed confessions
from Raul Hernandez

and Regina Landers.

Hans is still hiding
behind his lawyer.

Yeah, go figure.

I didn't know you
were a watch guy.

Oh, I'm not.

Really, I just...

So, that's what was in
the evidence bag, huh?

I looked up Marcus Taylor.

He died of lung cancer
in San Quentin three days ago.

And 11 years ago,
he was a fugitive,

arrested by Don Eppes.

We tracked him to a motel.

You know, he panicked,
and he grabs the manager

and puts a gun
to his head and...

And, of course,

he never stopped appealing,
so...

So that watch sat in evidence
for 11 years?

Yeah.

The manager had
a seven-year-old boy.

Think how many times have
we walked away from a scene

and just wiped the blood
off our shoes.

The boy deserves
to have his father's watch.

So...

M-170.

The amateur astronomer,
Robert Evans, holds the record

for visual discovery
of supernovae.

Savant-like, he commits

whole star fields to memory,

intuiting even subtle changes
in the night sky.

M-170 has always
been there for me.

Was like my wishing star,
if you will.

Then, one night I looked,

and it was gone.

You witnessed
the death of a star?

It had already been dead

for 2.2 million light-years.

That's what got me to thinking.

How many of these stars
were already dead?

You know, am I staring
into some celestial cemetery?

The big bang.

Astrophysics.

I mean, I've spent my entire
life staring into the past.

So...

I turned my inner eye
180 degrees

to look to the future.

Charles,

I have developed
a coherent theory

for the future of the cosmos.

Is the universe expanding?

Is it contracting?

Is it on a flatline?

Until I solve one
or two more things,

I think it best
to keep this to myself.

That's why I'm back.

To avail myself
of Cal Sci's supercomputers

and investigate my theory.

And how long
till the big announcement?

Well, the Poincar? conjecture
took how long to solve?

102 years.

I think I can do a little better
than that.

Room service.

# I'm so tired of playing #

Thought we, uh, had a date.

You didn't get my text.

No.

My office called.

I have another assignment.

Paris.

My, uh, flight leaves
in an hour.

- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.

It's a job.

It's work.

I would ask you to come with me,

but...

Yeah, that's a nice thought.

Come here.

# Give me a reason #

You have a good flight.

Listen.

I still have an hour.

# I just want to be a woman. #