Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 6, Episode 16 - Cause and Effect - full transcript

Yeah, sorry for
the short notice.

It's just the one grad seminar.

Oh, yes, yes. Not a
problem. Happy to help.

All right. Here are
my lecture notes.

They're pretty...
pretty self-explanatory.

Mathematical physics. Fun.

So, what's so important
that you have to miss it?

Uh, you know, Amita and I

have been offered
visiting professorships

at Cambridge.

So, we decided to move
the wedding date up



to, uh... to today.

Ah!

Thank you.

Oh, I wish I had a
visiting professorship.

My shirt fits you pretty well.

Ah, it's a little big.

Not that we had a
lot of advance notice.

What? I mean, did you
really want a big wedding?

No.

Actually, I-I'm
kind of relieved.

Yeah. I'm excited.

I think this will be good.

Do you really need that?

What do you mean? I'm on duty.



- Ah.
- You ready?

Are you kidding?

Watching a son get married?

Been waiting for
this a long time.

All right.

It's a lovely day,
an auspicious day.

There he is.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey, guys.

- So, where's Don?
- Uh, he's bringing my dad.

- Where's the bride?
- She's in her office.

My dad's going to walk her down.

Where's the minister?

That would be me.

You're a clergyman?

I thought you were a monk.

I'm also a minister

of the Universal Life Church.

A credential acquired, uh,
specifically for this occasion.

Is that the one you
sign up for online?

I don't take casually the
responsibility vested in me.

I wouldn't imagine you would.

Uh, Liz is at the office.

We, uh, drew straws, and she
had to stay and answer phones.

- You ready?
- Hey.

I'd better be.

All right.

Any words of advice?

Oh, yes.

If you want to get out of it,
now's the time to run like hell.

No, I'm serious.

You are.

I remember on my wedding day,

I had this thought,

"What if I just walk away?

"Stay single, you know?

"Live alone and
take things simple

and easy."

And over the years,
you know, I, uh...

I often thought
about that other guy,

that other me.

On his own,

free to do whatever he wanted,

a life so simple
with a lot of fun.

Whereas mine,

well... it got a
little complicated,

and sometimes painful and...

Anyway...

I never envied that other guy.

Not once.

Shall we?

Yeah.

Are you ready?

At the request of
the bride and groom,

uh, I'll keep my remarks
short and nontechnical.

Well, as you all know, there
are four fundamental forces

in physics: electromagnetism,

strong nuclear interaction,

weak nuclear
interaction and gravity.

So, I wonder what the
technical version sounds like.

I heard that.

We've been talking here

about the forces
that bind the universe.

But what binds humans?

Love.

Powerful in small spaces,

yet with profound
effect on distance.

Love defies time,

outliving both its
source and its object.

Love is faster than light,

for light requires time

in order to travel
through space,

but love reaches its
object instantaneously.

Love journeys forever,

into infinity,

and it's here, binding
together two lives.

Do we have the rings?

Symbolic of eternity

and rendered in a
beautiful element.

Amita Ramanujan,

do you take Charles Edward
Eppes to be your husband?

Yes, I do.

Charles Edward Eppes,

do you take Amita Ramanujan

to be your wife?

I do.

I pronounce you
husband and wife.

♪ We'll never, never, never ♪

♪ Never be the same ♪

♪ Forever, ever, ever... ♪

- Sparkling cider, huh?
- Yeah.

No champagne. We
got to go back to work.

Oh, hey, by the way, um...

we're having a little party at
the house before they leave,

so everybody's invited.

Good, I still
need to buy a gift.

I'm in the same
state of delinquency.

I think you caught
us all by surprise.

So, when are you guys
flying out to London?

Three days. It's
hard to believe.

- Yeah, so how does it feel?
- Feels good.

Right?

Of course, we've
still got a million things

to do before we leave.

And not a lot of time
to get them done.

That was Liz.

LAPD located Ted Dacosta.

Here in L.A.?

An informant spotted him

20 minutes ago at a
restaurant in Larchmont.

What's that?

This case we've been working on

for, like, two years.

Go ahead.

- You sure?
- I got classes.

- Only my morning's covered.
- I'm sorry.

- We'll celebrate later, okay?
- Don't forget to be there.

- I won't. All right.
- Party. Yeah?

We don't have an address on him.

We don't even know

- if he's staying in town.
- Let's grab him.

Yeah, I want the
right guy to move it

because I have so
much invested in this.

Theodore Dacosta. FBI.

No. You got to be kidding.

No, we're not kidding you.

You're arresting me? For what?

Confidence fraud,

computer fraud,
financial fraud...

Confidence fraud?

You mean you're a con man?

This is a mistake.
I'll get it cleared up.

You said you were
a real estate agent.

You had this property
investment thing.

I gave you $35,000!

Sir, calm down and step back.

No! He stole my money!

You bastard!

- You got it all.
- Hey!

All my savings!

- Get off!
- Dacosta, stay down. Freeze.

Don't move.

- What's wrong?
- My gun.

Someone grabbed my gun!

So, LAPD has a couple bystanders

who say they can
describe the guy.

He's Caucasian, medium build,

- brown hair.
- We got officers canvassing.

If we're lucky, it might be
someone living close by.

Well, he had on jeans,
they were rolled up.

These boots.

Work boots?

Brown leather, you
know, good quality,

like, hip-looking.

Okay, we'll add that,

see if we can make
a decent composite,

but honestly,

it's a long shot.

Yeah. Thanks.

Look, somebody picks a
cop gun up off the street,

chances are they're
going to brag about it.

Not if they plan to use it.

Right, but maybe they
plan to stick it in a drawer

at home and use
it for protection.

That's not the point.

I know. I get
it... It's your gun.

Anything that happens,
you'll feel responsible.

No. I am responsible.

Okay, so we arrive at
Heathrow on Saturday.

We can spend Sunday in London
before heading out to Cambridge.

Oh, that's great.
I've always wanted

to see the War Cabinet
Rooms Museum.

Uh, I was thinking something
a little more romantic.

The Tower of London?

- That's romantic.
- No, it's not.

You going somewhere?

Huh? Yeah.

I'm going to take a
look at some condos

over by Old Town. I'll, uh...

catch up.

Didn't you tell
him that in India,

it's tradition for
parents to live

with their married children?

I did, and he said

that this isn't India.

It... it doesn't seem right

for him to move
out of this house.

You know, I know
you own it, but...

No, and it's his house.

He always said that he wanted

to find his own place
after I got married,

and this is all
happening so fast,

and now he's set on it.

- Glock 19?
- Yeah.

Academy gun?

Uh, no. It was my second one.

You've had this piece...?

Six years.

Feel like you've
lost a hand, huh?

That cannot be any fun.

Yeah.

Remember when I
was issued my first gun.

I couldn't believe
I was expected

to keep it on me all the time.

After about a month,

it's automatic.

It becomes a part of you.

Yeah. It doesn't have your
name on it, but it might as well.

- You know?
- Losing your gun

is one thing, but
knowing it's out there

and someone else has it...

If we have any shot

at recovering this
thing, it's now, right?

When people might
still be talking about it.

I'll check with some
guys at Parker Center.

You know, I know a few who
work with informants in that area.

And one more.
Signature at the bottom.

We're going to need the Bureau

to send over the
original ballistics.

For the unlikely scenario

that your gun is
used in a crime.

Can you believe I used
to ride a bike to campus?

Given your propensity
for mechanical mishaps,

the world became a safer place

when you opted for applied
mathematics over engineering.

Boy, it's going to be
weird not being here.

Cal Sci has been my
home for how long now?

Well, why all this
sentiment? I mean,

you'll be back soon enough.

"No one steps twice
in the same river."

Oh, yes. Heraclitus,
the weeping philosopher.

It'll be different
when I come back.

I mean, I'm moving on
to a new part of my life.

Well, so are you.

Every element in the
universe exists in a state

of constant change and becoming.

You know, I think it's important

to let go of the things to
which we've grown accustomed,

becoming mature,
gaining self-knowledge.

All these trappings

we surround ourselves with.

You want my office, don't you?

Well, I'm changing,
too, Charles.

All part of the cosmic flux.

And, uh...

yes, I would like your office.

Don heard we were making
some checks into finding his gun.

What did he say?

To treat it like any other case
of theft of federal property.

In other words, don't
put a lot of time into it.

Just... hey, uh,

- where's Nikki?
- Putting a lot of time into it,

- working her LAPD contacts.
- Ah.

Good.

- What's up?
- I was hoping

to tell you guys all together.

Um, I was offered a job in DC,

running an anticorruption team.

I decided to take it.

That's a prestigious job.

Yeah, I'm still kind of
getting used to the idea.

We cool?

We cool? Of course
we're cool, man.

We had to break up
at some point, right?

People were starting to talk.

Don know yet?

He was the one that
recommended me.

I mean, it doesn't sound

like you could have
done anything differently.

It's just one of those, uh,
unexpected things, right?

But you seem troubled by it.

It's the way it happened,
Dad, you know?

I mean, it was
right in front of me.

Yeah.

Wonder what that
guy was thinking.

Could have just gone off
and bought a gun, couldn't he?

Not if he doesn't
want it linked to him.

So, you're worried
that he's going to use it.

This might sound funny
coming from me, but, uh,

as they say: "It isn't
guns that shoot people.

It's people that shoot people."

Yeah, well, I'm
responsible for it.

You trying to get it back?

Yeah, I'm trying to get it back,

but it's not like they can
give it special attention

'cause it's my gun.

You know, reason tells us that
what can be lost can be found.

I'd like to help you
get your gun back.

Charlie, you guys
are leaving, all right?

And look, I do not want
you worrying about it.

Here's the bag you wanted.

Enjoy it. Use it in good health.

Thanks. I've got three days.

Charlie...

I hate walking away
from a problem.

- Yeah, well, it's not your problem.
- Okay, so I'm

going to get on a plane,
go to Europe while your gun

- is still out there?
- Yes.

You know, we can't keep

doing this forever.

Oh, yes, you can.

Until you're just
two old crime fighters

with bladder problems.

Well, yeah, without
the bladder problems.

Eppes.

Oh, great.

All right, I'm on my way.

LAPD has a lead on my gun, so...

see you guys later.

These two were known
drug dealers, Don.

Both had records for assault.

Both shot with the same gun.

Nine mil?

Preliminary tests on the
recovered shell casings

match the murder
weapon to your Glock.

Nobody looks too upset.

Residents complained
for months about these two.

They sold to kids and
brought in a bad element.

A community watch group kept an
eye on them, but LAPD was never

able to make an arrest.

Victims like this, the
shooters could be anybody...

Rival drug gangs,
robbers, locals.

There are dozens of suspects.

So, this shooting gives us a
second location on the gun.

Narrows the search
field considerably.

Well, the more the gun is
used, the more data we've got,

even if bad things are
generating that data.

I think Don feels
responsible for the shootings.

Well, why? His
actions aren't the cause.

Yeah. You'd think he'd blame the
guy who walked away with his gun

or the guy who knocked
it out of his hand.

Yeah, or the guy they arrested.

I mean, he set the whole
chain of events in motion.

You know, we keep thinking

we can gauge cause
and effect, but we can't.

Maybe just a small fraction

of possible consequences.

Aah!

You know, if I had known
that volunteering for the FBI

I would again be tethering
myself to an electronic device!

Ooh.

I think I just
inadvertently tweeted.

I've been doing an
NSA-style keyword search

on the Internet to find mention
of a gun matching Don's

on gun sellers' Web sites.

- What did you get?
- There's something weird going on.

There are a ton of
mentions of a cop's gun,

but not on sale sites.

On social networking sites:

Facebook, Twitter,
Craigslist, others.

The social networking
sites, what are they saying?

That this gun has taken care

of a problem that the
cops couldn't handle.

Someone posted these photos.

We're trying to track
whoever posted this.

With every hour, dozens
more posts talk about it.

Wait, so Don's
gun has gone viral?

The message is that
this gun solves problems

that good people
have with bad people.

It's...

it's the vigilante gun.

Can we run this stuff down,

you know, find
out where it is now?

There are hundreds

of screen names
and Web sites to track.

You know who could
really help with this?

Even when we rule
out the false positives,

there's a lot of mentions
that clearly refer to Don's gun.

Well, a Glock 19 dropped by
an FBI agent during an arrest

is definitely a
specific data set.

Shouldn't be too hard to perform
a social networking analysis.

Identify our actors
and map their actions.

Actors?

People using the networks.

We'll build a model that
focuses on individuals.

That'll allow us to view the
structural network environment

that provides opportunities

- for their actions.
- That's beyond my skill set.

Yeah, I've called
for reinforcements.

Social network models

interpret the structure
of human relationships:

social, economic, political.

Yes, yes, uh, you'll
need an adjacency matrix

- for the network data.
- Adjacency matrix. Okay.

Go for it.

Hey, Larry, you going
to be able to handle

all this FBI stuff while
I'm in Cambridge?

No.

No, you're not?

Uh, not by myself, no.

You know, like Sherlock's
brother, Mycroft Holmes,

I prefer to do the
conceptualizing,

leaving the grunt
work to others.

Well, with me and
Amita both away,

who's going to be
your algorithm slave?

He stands at your chalkboard.

Uh, if you express the nodes

in this manner, you can identify

relational ties as
channels for transfer

or flow of material resources.

I had no idea that graph theory

- could be so much fun.
- Otto, is this true?

You're going to help him

- on FBI cases?
- Am I?

Oh, excellent.

A chance to show
what physicists can do.

You mathematicians,

you had your shot.

They're talking about
my gun on the Internet?

How do you know if
any of this stuff is real?

We know when and
where it was stolen.

We know it was
used in Highland Park.

We've got the list of suspects.

We've got anchoring facts,
and we're going to get more.

You're talking about
one gun in all of L.A.

You know about the six degrees
of separation phenomenon?

- Yeah.
- In math,

the same thing is called
the small world problem.

By using principles of
the small world problem,

we build an algorithm

to filter through
millions of social links,

and identify individuals
using local information,

like the Internet, to
create paths in the network

for a specific purpose:
the transfer of your gun.

So, in essence, we turn
the immense social network

of Los Angeles into the
equivalent of a small town.

Charlie, what are you doing?

You should get out of here.
You guys should be getting ready

- to go.
- This is my way of getting ready.

What are you doing?

You're not trying
to postpone all this,

- now, are you?
- No.

Charlie...

look, this is my problem.

You got to live your life.

You know, most of our lives,

we've lived in completely
separate worlds.

I don't want to go back to that.

Yeah, I hear you. I know.

But I don't think we will.

We won't be working together.

That doesn't matter.

Thanks.

Hey, LAPD got a break
in the drug dealer shooting.

Print on a shell casing
matched a member

of the community watch group...

A guy who got into a
shoving match with the victims

when he was taking
photos of them.

They run a GSR?

Yeah, he recently
fired a weapon.

I was cleaning the garage,
found some old fireworks.

That's where the
gunpowder traces came from.

- That's not going to hold up.
- It has to.

- I didn't shoot anybody.
- You knew the victims.

You argued with them
days before they died.

Me and a lot of people.

Their buyers mugged kids

walking home from school.

78-year-old woman had
her arm broken by one

of their customers.

I got it off this
suspect's BlackBerry.

He posted a message online

saying he put the gun
in a trash can in an alley.

LAPD says it's already gone.

Who did you pass the gun to?

No idea what
you're talking about.

This is Evelyn Ryerson.

She's got a couple of DUIs

and several traffic
accidents, mostly minor,

but about six months ago,

she injured two
people at a crosswalk.

What's she even doing

behind the wheel?

She's got no license.

This is her brother's car,
taken without permission.

There's an empty
fifth on the floor.

Just wouldn't stop driving, so
somebody decided to stop her.

I think people are
saying it's okay

to take the law into
their own hands.

Yeah, with my gun.

Evelyn Ryerson's murder
looks like a vigilante act.

The chronic alcoholic,
menace behind the wheel.

We got dozens of suspects.

See, I can sort through
those suspects two ways:

by motivation
and by opportunity.

She was shot close to home.

- I'll weight her neighbors pretty high.
- Lot of fake I.D.s

and anonymous
posts to go through.

You can hide your name... it's
a lot harder to hide your motive.

She was set to check
into a rehab facility

in three days.

She paid for it in advance.

Two months.

Really? She was
trying to change.

Yeah. She made her
move a little bit too late.

What's bothering you?

This is about more than
just losing your gun, isn't it?

You know, it's the
gun. It's the whole thing.

Just trying to decide
what to do, where to go.

It's tough when you're not
being given obvious choices.

You're not being
assigned to something.

Your family doesn't
need your help.

It's just you and
what you want to do.

What it is, is I have
this crazy take on all this.

What's that?

Like losing my gun
is some sort of test.

And if I don't find it, that
means I should leave the Bureau.

I don't think that you can
let a chance occurrence

have that much influence on you.

Yeah, but if I can't do more
good than harm, you know,

I shouldn't be doing this.

This garage was built the
same year the house was?

Yeah. Yeah, 1908.

Never done much to it.

Probably needs a lot of work.

Yeah. Indeed, it does.

Charlie, I think I
found something here.

Okay, I've tracked a thread

of messages on Victim-Aidline

to different sites and servers.

Most users have a shielded I.D.

or account, but not this one.

"Linda Samuelson."

Do you know that
that's her real name?

Well, it's linked to Web sites

for her jobs, her kid's schools.

Looks genuine.

She's arranged
to pick up the gun.

Linda Samuelson.

Why would she use her real name?

Well, she used a screen
name, "BusyMom8."

Most people think that's enough
to hide who they really are.

Well, then, we might
have just found Don's gun.

I found the gun
in a bag in a park.

Through an arrangement you made

on a Web site
called Victim-Aidline.

Who was your contact?

It was anonymous.

Why did you want the gun?

My ex-boyfriend beat me up.

He said he'd kill me
if I broke up with him.

So, your solution
was to shoot him?

I got a restraining order,
but that just enraged him.

I have an
eight-year-old daughter,

and I am not leaving her alone.

So, when I read about a gun

that couldn't be traced to me...

Oh...

then, when I actually
held it in my hand,

I realized what I'd
have to do with it.

So, I understand
he's in jail now?

He came to my work,

and one of my coworkers
called the police.

They arrested him.

Well, the system did work.

I don't know how long
he's going to be locked up.

And I'm moving. I'm
changing my name.

I've got no new job.

I don't know where my
daughter's going to school.

If that is the system working...

Where's the gun now?

I put a message

on Victim-Aidline
and got a response.

I left it where
they asked me to...

By a bus bench in Silver Lake.

I'm going to need a name.

All I know is Jim.

We found the bus
bench and the bushes,

but the gun was already gone.

There are some 20 sets
of prints on the bench,

so we're running those down.

Are any street cams in the area?

Both ends of the street.

One side was a bank,
the other was a gas station.

- We got the techs looking at the tapes right now.
- All right,

we have some 800 people
registered at Victim-Aidline.

We got 37 named James or Jim.

Of course.

Too bad the name wasn't Eustice.

Yeah. The top three
Jims on the list...

So, one guy was
injured in a bar fight.

The other one's got a neighbor

who's bullying
everybody on the block.

There's a third one who...

he threatened a man
who was acquitted

of raping his adult daughter.

I'm not shooting him.

I'm suing the bastard.

You're filing a civil suit
against your daughter's rapist?

In a civil suit, we don't need
proof beyond reasonable doubt.

And we can strip him clean,
take everything he owns

or will earn for
another ten years.

I told the cops Stan hit me.

He denied it. My
word against his.

You posted on a Web
site that if you had a gun

that couldn't be
traced, you'd use it.

I was drunk when I wrote that.

Did you get a gun?

Look, Agent, I'm
not an idiot, okay?

And besides, he didn't kill me.

Like they say, "An
eye for an eye..."

I just want him to
wind up like this.

Call the police

a dozen times, nothing happens.

Post on a message board,
I've got the FBI in my house.

You indicated an interest
in acquiring a stolen gun.

- No. I only made some comments.
- About what you

- would do with it.
- You said you were going to use it

on your neighbor,
Michael Hiller.

Jim, no.

Okay, I-I... I wrote some things

I probably shouldn't
have. That's it.

Listen, if I get a gun,

I'm buying it legally.

A gun is not going to solve
a conflict with a neighbor.

A conflict with a neighbor.

Yeah, you cops
always make it sound

like it's a two-way thing.

He's crazy.

He dumps his garbage

- on people's lawns.
- But if you say anything

to him about it, the next day,
your windshield's smashed.

Our neighbor
down the street tried

to have a, uh,
backyard barbecue.

He started to throw
things over the fence

into their yard,
screaming that they

were disturbing him.

Our dog got out,

ran into his yard.

He kicked her so hard,
he nearly killed her.

I go over

to talk to him about
it, he punches me

in the face, broke my nose.

Did you report this?

Yes, I reported it.

The police told me

that it was a mutual dispute.

They told me to
stay off his property.

The next day, all four
tires on my car are slashed.

He taunts us... He
says he knows how to do

whatever he wants to
do without being caught.

And the cops say

that unless you
catch Hiller in the act,

there's nothing you can do.

With or without your gun,

this situation is not
going to end well.

Yeah. Let's see what we
can do about that guy, huh?

Jim Mazzolla may or may not

have Don's gun,
but he sure as hell

has motivation to use
it because of this guy.

Mike Hiller, the neighbor.

This guy's just a
malignant narcissist

who gets off on scaring people.

He sets his own rules

and wants everybody
else to play by them.

Yeah, these types know
how to cause damage

without getting caught,
and they don't stop.

You think Mazzolla
would actually use a gun?

I don't know.

He feels helpless,
and this family...

they are scared to death.

I know. We got a lot

of other Jims to look at, too.

We need to find a
way to narrow it down.

Hey, I got something for
you guys to take a look at.

So, Amita and I have
a Bayesian filter...

A spam filter, if you will.

We set it loose in
the message boards

with the post about Don's gun.

This message thread

is for people who
can't get police help...

Cases of harassment, abuse.

Yeah, by

estranged spouses,
uh, business disputes,

- neighborhood conflicts.
- Right, we took the membership list,

cross-referenced
it with police reports

and got a high
score on this name.

So you're rerunning the
Bayesian filter for verification.

I'm not sure what help a
plasma physicist can provide

for a pure
mathematical analysis.

Well, it's the same
as a cosmologist.

I mean, critical thinking.

And any good
equation monkey needs

to be familiar with
the applicable tools

of mathematical crime fighting.

Equation monkey?

That's what Einstein used
to call his very good friend

and mathematical
contributor, Marcel Grossmann.

Has anyone noticed how
compromised the integrity

of these load-bearing
elements are?

What, you mean, do
Charlie and Alan realize

the garage roof is sagging?

Yes, yes. The
roof. Really saggy.

You know, I tell you, it is odd

how they've let this
garage deteriorate,

especially given how
much time they spend here.

This is a good space. You know,

you could do something
with this place.

Yes, yes, yes,
like-like park cars.

Amita, as co-owner

of this house,
would you consider

a possible, oh,

redefining of this
particular space?

If you're thinking
what I'm thinking,

I would be very interested.

Good. Good.

I love topological problems.

Otto, you do realize

we're talking about
remodeling the garage?

Oh.

I thought we were
possibly discussing defects

and electronic properties
in graphene, but...

Uh... no.

Not this time.

Who the hell are you?

You can't come on my property.

Understand you're having

some problems
with the neighbors.

I handle my own problems,
unlike some around here.

What kind of problems, sir?

I don't talk to cops,

especially skinny bitch cops.

Hey, you watch the way
you speak to my partner.

I was referring to you.

Now, get off my property,

or my lawyer will
call your supervisor,

and you'll both have a
report in your personal files.

I don't like being
harassed by federal agents.

Go.

Scoot.

Move.

Mike Hiller's got

a driver's license and
a checking account,

but nothing else.

No birth certificate,
no employment history.

It's like he never existed
until six months ago.

Yeah, he's been
through the legal system.

He knows the routine.

And how to push a cop's buttons.

This guy's got a
record somewhere.

You think he'd be laying low,
trying to mind his own business.

His type can't do that.

They're addicted to conflict.

They need to be
aggressive and threatening.

Guys like Hiller only get
worse until they're finally caught.

Hey, guys, techs
found this on the tape

from a gas station security cam.

It's Mazzolla's car.

It's parked 50
feet from the place

where Don's gun was
stashed two days ago.

Mazzolla lied.

He's got Don's gun.

And he's going to
use it on his neighbor.

You can't do this. You
don't have any evidence.

It's called probable cause.

Your car was videotaped

at a drop site for the gun.

There's no gun.

Look, just calm down.

It's better if you tell us.

This is ridiculous.

Look all you want.

I don't have it.

Go ahead, tear the place apart.

The money I get
from suing the FBI

will pay for a great renovation!

Damn.

- What is it?
- It's not him. He doesn't have it.

Finally,

a cop when you need one.

Enjoy juvie, kid.

- Jim, what are you doing?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Stopping him.

Not like this, kid.
Can't do it like this.

I have to

before you take away the gun.

You think this guy is
going to hurt your family.

- We know that.
- He won't stop

until we stop him.

And if you shoot him,

you're going to
ruin your life forever.

Fine.

I want that punk arrested.

Shut your mouth!

Jim, I'm just going
to talk to you for...

for a second here, okay?

I'm not going to do anything.

I've been an FBI
agent for 15 years.

I trained for stuff like this.

I can take that gun
from you if I want.

I can trick you
into giving it to me,

I can get inside your head,

but I'm not going
to do any of that.

Want to know why?

I know you don't
want to shoot him.

I know it. You just
want to scare him

just like he did to
your family, and...

and I understand, believe me.

Protecting your family

is the most
important thing, but...

you got to give
me that gun, Jim.

'Cause that's the best way

to protect them now.

Hell of a way to raise
your son, Mazzolla.

Assault with a deadly weapon.

He's going to do time,

and I'm going to sue you

for every nickel
you got! And you,

arrest that kid and
get your lousy Feds...

Hey! Hey! What do
you think you're doing?!

I didn't touch you.

Get these cuffs off of me,

- or your career is over.
- I don't think so.

No? What are you
charging me with?

- You've got nothing.
- You know what?

I just have a feeling
I'll find something.

Will you look at this.

You trying to take my job
right out from under me?

What the hell!

You see, Hiller is really
Michael Ray Simmons.

Escapee from the
Florida State Prison

where he was
doing a life sentence

without parole
for double murder.

No way. I-I'm not that guy.

Liz found a fingerprint match,

saw my name on his
sheet, and here I am.

Oh, so he's one of yours?

I don't believe this.

Yeah, sucks to be you.

See you got your gun back.

Good job, Eppes.

Oh, and tell that
brother of yours

I can't believe I wasn't
invited to his wedding.

We pieced the chain together

from James Mazzolla
Jr. To the battered woman

to Ralph Morris,
community watch guy.

And we wound up with a fugitive

on Ian Edgerton's list.

What are the odds?

Guess we'd have to ask Charlie.

He'd say it was a coincidence.

Hey, so, Betancourt,
you got a little

extra time to help me out
with a case I'm, uh, working on?

You looking for a
rebound partner?

Yeah, maybe I am.

Got a problem with that?

Not at all, Idaho.

- Not at all.
- Great.

Leave me to be the third wheel.

We could all be partners.

Not officially,

but, yeah, I get
what you're saying.

David's taking

the promotion, Charlie's
moving to England.

Guess it's just down to us, huh?

What do they always
say in the movies?

"If we all stick together,
everything will be okay."

Fine. As long as we stay away
from hugging and high-fives.

You know I can't let
you walk out of here

without saying something, right?

And why is that?

Losing your gun...
It helped to, uh...

to capture a violent fugitive

and saved a family.

Three people
still lost their lives,

even if they weren't
exactly innocent.

You don't think the good
balances out the bad?

You can't know that.

Yeah, well, you
got that part right.

I'm going to tell you something.

I've worked with
you for six years.

You know, and regardless
of how many times

you've questioned
your decisions,

or you've beat yourself up,

I know...

I know in my heart,

in the end, Don
Eppes is a force.

You are a weapon
for what's right,

what's good and what's true.

Thanks.

Going to make yourself one
hell of a good team leader

down there in DC.

You know what? I will.

♪ Twilight sky... ♪

I've been having a hard
time saying good-bye.

My father and brother
are probably pretty tired

of hearing me tell them
how much I love them.

No.

Hey, Larry,

want to thank you for giving
me the wisdom I needed

- to grow up.
- Oh.

And the frequent scientific

beat-downs I needed
to expand my thinking.

David, Colby, Liz, Nikki...

Thank you so much for
sharing your world with me.

You've taught me the
power of courage and service.

And you saved
my life a few times.

Amita, you and I got
to share both worlds,

and you married me.

Anyway, thank you all so much.

- Hear!
- Cheers.

- Congratulations.
- Cheers.

I might follow those
very kind words

with a very brief announcement.

You're not going back
into space, are you?

No, but I am about

to embark on a mission
to redefine space.

The space I am referring to
happens to be your garage.

While Charlie and
I are in England,

Larry is going to help
Alan remodel the garage.

He's going to do what now?

It needs a renovation.

Oh, yeah.

And as co-owner
of this property,

I think it would be best

- redone as a guesthouse.
- Oh.

Uh, what about what
the other co-owner thinks?

I imagine that he would think

that if his father chooses to
live in the new guesthouse,

it would be a way
for him to stay close,

yet have his own space.

That's exactly
what I was thinking.

What do you say?

I guess my first
question is, um...

what's the rent going to be?

- Congratulations.
- Congratulations!

♪ Twinkling above me ♪

♪ Show me you're lucky ♪

♪ And send my love tonight. ♪

Hey.

Here's to lost things found.

To brides and grooms everywhere.

Mmm. They made a brave move.

Well...

we all have to move on sometime.

Mmm.

Sometimes it feels safer
to stay where you are.

More to life than that, right?

Yeah.

You know, I was offered that
special agent in charge gig.

Think I'm going to take it.

That's great.

I thought you
were going to quit.

- It's what I do.
- Mm-hmm.

- I'm good at it.
- Mm-hmm.

That's good.

You know,

when I asked you to
marry me and you said no...

you were right.

I was trying to
figure things out,

and I really wanted
you to decide for me.

I know what I want...
more than ever.

I want you to marry me.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

♪ The winter's
marked the Earth ♪

♪ Its floor with frozen glass ♪

♪ You slip into my arms... ♪

I can't believe that in 28 hours

we're going to be
living in a country

with 50-hertz electrical current

and public health care.

Yeah. It's easy to get homesick
when you have a home like this.

I'm going to finish packing.

Okay.

I'm just going to
miss... everything.

Well, we're going to
miss you, too, Chuck.

I won't miss being
called Chuck, but...

For the first time

in a long time, it feels
like things are really...

- settled here.
- Well, I guess that makes it

the best time to move on, huh?

What are you drawing?

I thought I'd get a
jump on the new project.

What do you got, the
garage? Let me see that.

Uh, guesthouse.

Uh, we haven't decided

on what the rent is yet.

I'll pay you with rib
eyes every Friday night.

- Yeah, that sounds fair.
- You'll be eating them

while I'm 7,000 miles away.

Hey, I'm your representative.
What do you got,

like, a 50-inch plasma there?

Uh, 60.

- Sixty?
- Sixty?

You're turning my
garage into a man cave.

I like it. Might have to
come by once in a while.

Tell us something we don't know.

Everything changes,
everything's the same.

♪ It's all for you ♪

♪ It's all for you ♪

♪ It's all for you. ♪