Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 6, Episode 9 - Con Job - full transcript

MAN: All right, keep it moving.

Open D!

(lock buzzes)

Oh. Well, well, well.

Today is my lucky day.

DON: Why don't you have

a seat here,
Mr. Buckley, please.

Nice suit, Eppes.

Wish I could say the
same about yours.

Orange is my color.

Six days ago, a tour bus
was hijacked in Phoenix.



DAVID: They got
away with a $16 million

ransom wired to the Caymans.

I hope they returned the keys.

Yeah, they used, uh,
electronic jammers,

uh, anti-eavesdropping gear.

They even took the... the
cops on a four-hour chase

using a dummy bus.

Sound familiar?

John Buckley, aka John Maynard,

aka Maynard Dash.

We have, uh, real estate fraud,

identity theft, bank robbery,

and last year,
hijacking a tour bus.

We had fun, didn't we?



Oh, by the way, is that genius

brother of yours still
working with you?

DON: So, these three guys

that hijacked this
bus used your plan.

You guys don't think
I'm in on this, do you?

I'm doing seven to ten here.

You think some crook is gonna

take my share of 16 mil

and, uh, put it in a
cookie jar until I get out?

Maybe your big mouth
gave somebody some ideas.

Without conversation, it
gets very lonely in here.

- Who?
- You want a name?

Knock a few years
off my seven to ten.

How about I make
sure you do the full ride.

Let's not make it
so long next time.

Huh, fellas?

Good seeing you.

Keep up the good work, huh?

(knocking)

Oh, Eppes, they're not finished.

Personal prediction:

next job's going to be...

in L.A.

Something classy.

Jewelry store, maybe.

Back to the palace, fellas.

(door closes)

- Think maybe he knows something?
- They get away

with 16 mil, they're going
to hit a jewelry store?

You got to be kidding me.

He's jerking us around.

MAN: Here's a little
something to put a smile

on your face this
Monday morning.

Today's cute and cuddly segment

comes to us from Big
Bear, appropriately enough.

Boy, you two are in a big rush.

AMITA: Yeah, we're
giving a joint lecture today

on multivariate
hypergeometric distribution,

and we haven't even
begun to prepare.

What are you watching?

Since I was two hours
late for work last Monday,

I decided to wait
for the traffic report.

I can punch up the
Caltrans Web site for you.

That's all right.
I'm a traditionalist.

I like to get my news
from a human being.

Yeah, I've seen the human
being that gives this report.

She makes Pamela
Anderson look like a refugee.

I know, but she
reads beautifully.

(laughs) Good day, L.A.

Misty Mornay here

with the good, the
bad and the nasty.

We've got a Sigalert
on the 405 South.

It's like a drive-in
parking lot down there.

No fun... if you're
in the front seat.

(chuckles)

Uh, sorry, folks.

My producer's saying
we need to break away.

- I waited 20 minutes for this?
- Philip Lynch is downtown,

where police are on
the scene of a hold-up.

We're going there now.

Live.

LYNCH: I'm here at the L.A.
Minerals & Metal Exchange,

where what was a robbery

has turned into
a hostage crisis.

Behind me, you can see
police and SWAT digging in.

It looks like we're
in for a long one.

You better think about
rescheduling that lecture.

(indistinct radio transmission)

LAPD's got a mobile
command post set up.

They're letting us take the helm

since this may be
connected to Buckley's, too.

- How many guys?
- Witnesses saw three men

dressed as janitors
pushing a cleaning cart.

They entered the building...
Couple minutes later,

cops responded to a
silent alarm from inside.

Witnesses?

General descriptions fit
our three bus hijackers.

And hostages?

David's looking at
security camera footage,

trying to get a count.

All right, what do we got?

Right now, cartoons.

Bad guys hacked the
cameras inside the Exchange.

This is what
they're transmitting.

Before the override,
cameras caught

the first few minutes
of the break-in.

Crew entered, they
took out the guard.

Then they took control of
the main floor of the Exchange.

Took away cell phones and PDAs.

They ordered
everyone to the back

and handed out jumpsuits

and ball caps for
everyone to put on.

So you can't tell the bad guys

- from the hostages.
- Yeah, not that we

can tell much of anything

that's going on
inside there right now.

They, uh, covered
up the windows,

and they're using jammers to
prevent us from eavesdropping.

Exactly like the bus hijacking.

Using Buckley's playbook.

Yeah, except for one thing.

The manager hit a silent alarm.

He didn't think anyone saw him.

Buckley was careful
not to hurt anyone.

These guys are different.

Buckley said these
guys were hitting L.A.,

said they would
hit a jewelry store.

All right, well, it's not
exactly a jewelry store.

Well, place is a clearinghouse

for every diamond
company in the world.

I mean, there's got to be

at least $100 million in there.

Yeah, along with 26 hostages.

I guess Buckley wasn't

jerking us around after all.

(indistinct radio transmission)

All right, our snipers
are moving into position.

DON: How about the
phones? How we doing there?

All lines have been cut,

except for one patched
directly into here.

Now, the security
company for the Exchange

says the cameras are
linked via a network system.

The bad guys hacked into that.

Company doesn't know how.

Our guys can't
figure it out, either.

Agent Eppes, we
got a call coming in.

It's a Web call

from the prison library
at Terminal Island.

- Can you put it up here?
- Mm-hmm.

I don't have a lot of time here,

Eppes, so I'm going
to make this quick.

All right, Buckley,
what do you want?

I've been watching the news.

I tried to give you a heads-up,

but you should
listen to me this time.

Yeah, why is that?

Your SWAT boys are getting
too close to those doors.

What's your point?

My point is that they
may be wired with bombs.

Listen, you need me, Eppes.

All I'm asking for is a
few hours on the outside.

- Oh.
- MAN: We know you're in there, Buckley!

What's going on?

Librarian wants his desk back.

Wait till he finds out
I deleted all his porn.

There was a lot of it. You
know where to find me.

Infrared scopes show plastic
explosives wired to the doors.

- It's tied to the building's power supply.
- DON: Tell SWAT

- to pull back, all right?
- We have a call coming in.

- Prison library again?
- No, it's from the Exchange.

This is Agent Eppes.

Who's this?

Your best friend in
the world right now.

I see SWAT pulling back.

Gives me hope
we can resolve this

without anybody getting dead.

I want a Gulfstream,

fueled up and a
bus to take me there.

2:00 p.m.

For every second you're late,

I kill a hostage.

You've got four hours.

All right, get Buckley here now.

And-and I want Nikki

to find Charlie
and-and figure out

what's going on
with these cameras...

How they got them,
and I want them back.

CHARLIE: It's brilliant.
They attack the weakest point.

The Internet protocol.

They used a variation on
"the man in the middle" attack.

The man in the middle?

It's a way of hijacking
streaming data. So they hack in,

they intercept the legitimate
data that's coming in

from the security
cameras, and then

they just replace
it with their own.

- And can we get back in?
- AMITA: Well, we need

to find out where they
entered the system.

If we can do that,
we can restore

the legitimate
stream, and that way,

we can gain control
of the cameras.

- How long is that going to take?
- At least a couple of hours.

We may not have that long.

BUCKLEY: Oh, Mom, Dad.

(chuckles) I've
been in there so long,

I barely recognize you.

Especially you, Mom.

Ooh.

You look great.

- All right, let's go.
- Is there any way

- we can lose the shackles?
- No.

Agent Eppes was
very clear on that.

Oh, well, it's all right.

Handcuffs kind of heighten
the experience anyway.

I'm going to miss you

most of all, Scarecrow.

And you, too, Cowardly Lion.

- Hey, are you done?
- Wow.

You have a lot of anger issues.

We've given you
what you asked for.

Now it's your turn.
I want a name.

I want ice cream.

Banana split.

Three flavors... chocolate,
strawberry and bubble gum.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Wiring looks rudimentary.

The detonator's running
off the existing power grid.

We cut the juice
to the building,

should defuse the bomb.

WOMAN: Agent Eppes?

Phone call.

(phone beeps)

- This is Eppes.
- MAN: I see snipers.

I want them gone.

Let's talk about
those hostages first.

I got one guy not so good.

Well, you let him go,

and I'll get rid of the
snipers. How's that?

I'll send him out.

Yeah, I got a lot
of people here.

They need food and water.

Done.

No cold pizza.

I want good stuff.

Chicken dinners
from El Pollo Guapo.

One cop with the
delivery guys, that's it.

Don't try anything.

(phone beeps)

- DWP is ready to cut the power.
- All right, as soon

as the hostage is
clear, pull the plug.

And tell SWAT to hide
the snipers better, all right?

MAN: We've got a
visual on the sick hostage.

SWAT's moving in.

Hostage is coming out.

We've got a medical
team standing by.

Just walk forward, sir.

Just keep walking.

(indistinct radio transmission)

This way, sir.

NIKKI: Charlie and Amita

were able to work some magic.

AMITA: Yeah, we were
able to hack back into

- the IP security camera network.
- Mm-hmm.

We're sending you
the feed right now.

All right, good, guys. Thanks.

And, Charlie, I need you
down here, buddy, all right?

Okay.

What took you so long?

We had to make a detour.

Mmm. Don't worry.

I got you a little
something yourself.

I pegged you for a vanilla guy.

- Yeah, thanks.
- Fine, more for me.

He's got such an attitude.

Mr. Personality
I.D.'d our ringleader.

Name's Len Maddux.

He served time with
Buckley at Terminal Island.

They shared a
cell for six weeks.

Sounds like cruel and
unusual punishment to me.

Yeah, Maddux got
out four months ago.

Now, Buckley's verbal
diarrhea gave him the blueprint

for his current crime spree.

The bus hijacking,
Diamond Exchange...

I mean, all of it.

- You run him?
- Nikki's got it.

All right.

What? Can't I just sit here

and enjoy it? Why do
you got to ruin my high?

Oh, come on. Be
careful with that.

There's still some left.

NIKKI: Len Maddux:
a career criminal,

convictions for carjacking,

assault, armed robbery.

A man who's not
afraid to use a gun.

Got himself an early
parole in return for ratting out

a former partner in crime.

You really got your hands
full with this one, Eppes.

Buckley, you've got
your work cut out for you.

Now, you taught these
guys your little bag of tricks.

I want to hear what you know.

Let's go.

Well, I assume
you already got rid

of the guy with the bad ticker.

- There's usually one. Very annoying.
- Uh-huh.

Tell me you didn't listen
to the bomb squad guys

and cut the power.

Congratulations.

You just triggered
the fail-safe.

DAVID: Whoa. You're
saying there's no way

to disarm the bombs now?

Yeah, that's exactly
what I'm saying.

Agent Eppes, Maddux on the line.

This is Eppes.

- (woman sobs)
- MADDUX: I said no tricks,

and then you go
and cut the power.

Just take it easy, now, okay?

It wasn't us. It was DWP.

Apparently, there
was, uh, an outage.

(woman whimpers)

Do you think I'm an idiot?

(gasps)

I want the power back on now.

(gun cocks, hostages gasp)

An outage in the area? DWP?

You got a building full of
innocent people and a wack-job

holding a gun to their heads.

My stock just went up.

Better call the DA's office.

You want me to help
you out of this mess?

I want a new deal.

- (sighs)
- DON: All right, Buckley.

Heads up. Here comes your offer.

(Buckley groaning)

LIZ: You serve two more years.

Remainder of your sentence
gets reduced to probation.

This isn't exactly the
get-out-of-jail-free card

that I asked for.

How about you do the full dime?

Got a pen?

(phone rings)

Eppes.

Yeah, let him through.

It's Charlie.

Ah, the Einstein cometh.

Oh, come on!

This isn't an homage.

It's plagiarism.

I-I'm going to sue
this guy, Maddux.

Okay, let's focus on
catching them first.

Okay, well, for starters,

they are way too
familiar with this place.

You think they
had an inside man?

More like an inside chick.

Someone who works
at the Exchange.

Maybe someone
who works in security.

At least that's how I roll.

I look for a beautiful woman,

someone who's very
dissatisfied with her life,

- misunderstood.
- Buckley.

We share each other's secrets.

DON: Buckley, focus! Come on.

Sorry.

Well, we know how they got in.

The question is: how
are they going to get out?

The art of the con is
the art of misdirection.

Lesson number one:
never show your true hand.

- They requested a plane, a bus.
- No, no, that is...

that's all smoke and mirrors.

My guess is, Maddux
is going to send

the hostages out the front door,

and then him and his crew are
going to escape underground.

Through the sewers.

Bingo, Professor.

The best defense

- is a good offense.
- DAVID: So you're saying

we should take Maddux down
before he makes his move.

What about the bombs?

If they're following my plan,

there's always a
couple of escape routes

in case the cops breach...

Exit doors that
you can go out of

and you know you
won't get blown up.

Okay, so some of the
bombs on the doors

- are probably dummies.
- So, which ones?

May I?

Now, in prison,

we play this game on the
computer called Jeu Militaire.

Each player gets
three black dots,

and the computer
gets one red dot.

We take turns moving
around on the grid.

The object of the game
is to trap the red dot

so that it has no place to move.

Now, if you reverse it,

and you imagine that Maddux

is the red dot and
we're the black dots,

Maddux is trying to find
the best escape route.

What you're talking about is
combinatorial game theory.

Heuristic learning.

- Sounds incurable.
- Sounds like an answer.

All right, so... you
guys should get to work.

LIZ: I'll talk to Nikki...
We'll get started

looking for an inside chick.

Hold on.

El Pollo Guapo?
I love this place.

- These are our guys?
- Yeah, we put LAPD

in the delivery guys' uniforms.

BUCKLEY: Mmm. Fantastic.

Do me a favor.

When you're done
feeding the multitudes here,

could you get the professor
and I two mochaccinos?

Oh, no, I'm okay.

And a, um... chai latte
with a hint of cinnamon

for the lady

and, uh, black coffee
for Grumpy over there.

I've got Maddux on the line.

BUCKLEY: Hey, guys, listen!

If he lets you buy more
time, the airplane is a con.

Him and his guys are going
to be tunneling their way out.

This is Eppes.

Where is my food?

It's on its way.

But we need a little
more time for that plane.

One hour.

And I want that food.

All right, you better have SWAT
cover those sewer exits, right?

We're talking a lot of manpower.

I-I think we know a guy.

Hey.

I heard Don gave you a call.

Ready to go spelunking?

We going to need miner's lights?

No, just an outlet.

My, uh, computer is dying.

Ah.

I hope you understand this.

It's just an elaboration on
the same strategy puzzles

that you did in prison.

Hey, Charlie.

Uh, I'm sending you

the traffic flow
data you asked for.

And you are...?

Engaged... to me.

- Really?
- Yes.

- You're a lucky guy.
- Thank you.

BUCKLEY: Hello.

- Okay.
- Nice.

All right, we're almost there.

You know, I got
to say, your, uh,

Jeu Militaire idea was inspired.

I don't know if
you realize this,

but you're kind of a
natural at game theory.

Thank you.

Math was always my best subject.

- I even got a scholarship.
- AMITA: To where?

MIT.

M... MIT?

I know. Go figure.

Couple weeks
before classes started,

my buddies convinced
me to go down

to Costa Rica to
do a little fishing...

and drug running.

One of those turns

you take in life, you know?

But, if you guys

make it to your honeymoon,

I've got two words for you:

Costa Rica.

The most beautiful
place on Earth.

- Trust me.
- AMITA: Uh, I got to get going.

I'll check in later.

Nice meeting you.

I look forward to
going to the wedding.

(chuckles)

MAN: Uh, sniper two, we've
got eyes on the delivery team.

They're approaching
the building at this point.

Lunchtime.

MAN (over radio):
Delivery team is entering.

I would have ordered the fries.

MAN (over radio):
All units stand by.

Delivery team has
entered the building.

Okay, they got their food.

Now let's hope they let
them walk out of there.

WOMAN: Sniper one and
sniper two, they are coming out.

Keep them in your sights.

MAN: Sniper one, they, uh,
seem to be coming out okay.

DAVID: We have Nikki and
your dad on a videoconference.

Oh, yeah. Just put
it up here for me.

Hey, guys. What do you got?

ALAN: Uh, you wanted sewers.

I'm giving you sewers.

We're sending you a feed now.

What are we looking at?

You know, actually, your
friend, Mr. Buckley, is right.

The sewers run right
underneath the building.

So, I flagged the sewer lines

that are the best
candidates for escape.

NIKKI: And the exits all surface

in alleyways within a few
blocks of the Exchange.

DAVID: Probably have
a car stashed nearby.

Right. I mean, we could
definitely cover this.

Get SWAT moving now.

That's good, Dad. Thanks.

Dad?

How many Eppes
guys you got in the FBI?

Oh, actually, I'm
an urban planner.

But I do have an FBI file.

Oh.

Some circus you're
running over here.

Next, you're going
to tell me you have

another member of the family

who's an astronomer
sending you satellite images.

He's on sabbatical.

CHARLIE: Hey,
Don. We got a location

- on the dummy bombs.
- All right. Good.

See? I told you... I
know what I'm doing.

All right, Buckley. Well done.

They're going to be taking
you back in about 20 minutes.

- Oh, come on.
- LIZ: Let's go.

Oh, tough love. Hey.

What do you say,
two years from now,

you and me... dinner,
Malibu, Le Coal Keel.

What do you think?

Give me two years
to think about it.

That wasn't a no.

Eppes, do me a favor.

Once you bust Maddux,

you give him a message.

What's that?

Nobody uses my master
plan and gets away with it.

Not even me.

Au revoir, mademoiselle.

(speaking French)

DON: Marcus,
get him out of here.

Keep an eye on him.

It's a shame.

Guy could have been a CEO
if he hadn't become a crook.

What's the difference?

We're ready, Don.

Nikki, you got eyes?

Three bad guys on the main floor

of the Exchange
with the hostages.

Your brother...

he really doesn't like me.

Well, it takes him a while
to warm up to people.

Is that what it is?

No.

I cut the initiator wire.

It's not hot.

Bomb's a dummy.

DAVID: Rear door's clear.

We got a dummy bomb on
the side door, too. We're clear.

All right.

Here we go. We're going in.

Hit it.

Got orders to
escort the prisoner

- back to Terminal Island.
- Oh, no, not now.

Come on. I've given
you so much information.

All right, well, it was nice
working with you, Professor.

Maybe you'll let me
teach one of your classes

next time, when I get out.

Oh, yeah, that'll go
over with the trustees.

What's up with the mirror?

(small explosions booming)

- FBI!
- FBI!

- Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
- Don't move!

Don't shoot.

DON: Got anything on you? Huh?

It's a rubber gun. It's fake.

All right, what's going on?

Oh, we've been had.

All right. Take it easy.

- Let's go. Get in the truck.
- What? -You drive.

- Hey! Hey, what's going on?
- Shut up, Buckley.

- You're coming with us.
- Hey, take it easy!

Charlie!

- (screams)
- (gunshot)

BUCKLEY: Professor! Professor!

What the hell?

(indistinct radio transmission)

Help! Help!

Help!

You're going to drive.

- Get in the driver's seat.
- I can't drive!

- Yeah, drive the truck.
- (screaming)

Come on, drive the truck.

(siren wailing)

Put your foot on
the gas and drive.

I'm trying! My leg.

- Faster!
- (screams)

These guys had
it all planned out.

They didn't stop you
from triggering the alarm.

Yeah, well, I paid the price.

Yeah, how did Maddux's
guys trade places

with you and your employees?

Um... before the food arrived,

they took us to the men's
room on a bathroom break.

They gave us rubber guns.

Told you, if you
didn't play along,

- they'd blow up the building?
- Yeah.

They were waiting for
the food delivery guys

and the cop in the vestibule.

They'd already stripped
off their jumpsuits.

They had matching
uniforms on underneath.

Explains why they
were so specific

about their choice in takeout.

And why they only
wanted one police escort.

And then, the one
dressed like the SWAT guy

Tasered all of them.

Knocked them unconscious.

LIZ: And the guys
dressed like delivery men

finished making the delivery.

DAVID: And then,
all three of them

walked right out the door

like nothing even happened.

(sighs) What I don't get is...

You know, we had eyes
on them from the outside.

I mean, we saw them going in.

Ah, but what you
saw was a reflection.

They took advantage of
the existing architecture,

the mirrored glass,

and then they made
some critical additions.

Threw in more mirrors.

And it made it look like

our two bad guys
walking in from the side

were our two delivery
guys heading straight in.

And, of course, they
covered the switch

with a little help
from Mother Nature.

I remember the sun kicking
off the door when it closed.

It took my eyes a couple
of seconds to adjust.

Well, yeah. Those are
the seconds they used

to pull the switch.

Misdirection.

Buckley's lesson number one.

DAVID: LAPD found
the mobile command post

abandoned in an
alley four blocks away.

There were tire tracks,

so someone took off in a hurry.

All right, so they
had a car waiting.

Also, the Exchange
ran an inventory.

So far, nothing is missing.

Well, they had to
take something, right?

- Yeah. Buckley.
- You don't really think

he cooked this whole
thing up just to escape.

Pretty elaborate.

Overengineering is the
mathematical terminology.

It smells like
Buckley. I say the guy

has played us from the get-go.

Don, he's been cooperating.

He's given us
information on Maddux,

I mean, what they've been up to.

If it smells like Buckley,

it might be because
they're using his plan.

Don, the guy got shot.

We found blood
and the spent shell.

Also didn't look like
he had a lot of choice

driving that command
vehicle, either.

And all the math I've done
indicates his innocence.

Yeah, and how you figure that?

Game theory. Buckley
knows it pretty well.

The DA offered him
two years in prison.

There's no way he's
going to risk getting caught

on an attempted escape,
only to serve ten more.

- You're still not buying it.
- No.

I ran the phone logs for the
Exchange's security contractor.

Maddux made a series
of phone calls to a woman

in the department that
handles maintenance

for the IP camera system.

Name's Lola Sacco.

Miss Morro Bay, 2005?

I didn't realize that you
were a fan of pageants.

They promote world peace.

It could be that, uh,
Buckley was right again.

You know, maybe we
found our inside chick.

Lola Sacco.

Like to ask you a few questions.

Is this about stealing
office supplies?

No.

Do you recognize him?

Gil, isn't this your boyfriend?

You haven't been using
my phone again, have you?

I had a fling with the guy.

A two-week affair
two months ago.

NIKKI: Must have
been some two weeks.

DAVID: You're going to prison.

Now, how long depends on the
answers you give us right now,

so I suggest that you give
it some careful thought.

Where's Maddux?

- I don't know.
- See, I don't think careful thought

- went into that one.
- I swear, I don't know.

Look, he wanted to know
about the IP cameras.

Their placement,
how they're networked,

- how to hack the system.
- And you gave it to him.

He said he was going to
kill me. You don't understand.

- He's a scary guy.
- NIKKI: What else?

He wanted access
to the Exchange,

off-hours, over a weekend.

He told me he was going
to install some device

inside one of the cameras
on the trading room floor.

- What kind of device?
- I don't know.

Why the trading room floor?

I don't know that, either.

You recognize this guy?

Never seen him
before in my life.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You're prolonging the situation.

Letting me think
that I'm in control

when the truth
is, I am in control!

You still think he's in on it.

Yeah, I know what the facts say.

There's a call
for you, line one.

- Who?
- Didn't get a name.

Guy's on a cell,
keeps breaking up.

All I know is he
kept yelling at me,

calling me an idiot and
telling me to get Eppes.

(sighs)

Buckley, what do you want?

How'd you know it was me?

Unlucky guess. Where are you?

Kind of hard to
tell at the moment.

Wait-wait a second.

Hold-hold on.

(sighs) There, that's better.

Given that my current location

is in the trunk of
a speeding car,

I can't really see much.

It looks like I am
somewhere in the Valley.

Look, Eppes, I know you think I
masterminded this whole thing.

- Nah.
- And while I am very flattered,

I had nothing to do with this.

I got a situation here now,
Eppes, and I need your help.

Well, I need a
little convincing.

- (thump)
- Ow!

The trunk of a speeding
car isn't enough?

Fine! (groans)

Look, Maddux knew that you
were getting tipped off somewhere.

He grabbed me, and he
made me do the driving.

The guy was holding
a gun to my head.

What was I supposed to do?

Well, why aren't you dead?

'Cause Maddux is the kind of guy

that tortured small animals
when he was a child.

Fortunately, he never grew up.

You have any idea
where you're headed?

The airport.

I'm afraid that he's going
to make a quick stop

and drop me in a ditch
on the side of the road.

(coughing): My
leg is killing me.

Do me a favor, Eppes.

Can you get your brother?

Maybe he can figure
out some kind of equation

to help get me out of here.

(beeping)

- All right, how close?
- I got a lock.

We're running it through
the service provider.

I'm glad you're on
the job, Professor.

Wait a second. Now,
this doesn't make sense.

The I.D. and location...

It's a call coming
from Gifford Kemp.

He's on the 12th tee

of the Rancho
Segundo Country Club.

(groaning): Oh!

Maddux is using a cloned phone.

The cheap bastard.

This is definitely not my day.

What do we do?

I mean, I-I designed a-a
variant on path minimization

that, uh... that maps routes
that criminals would take,

avoiding law
enforcement hot spots

like police stations
and hospitals.

Don't forget doughnut shops.

Yeah, I need you to
give me some landmarks.

Well, it's kind of hard
to see out of this rat hole,

but (groans) I'll do my best.

Uh, I see a Really
Berry Frozen Yogurt.

Really Berry...

Yeah, there's 47 locations.

That's not going to work,
Buckley. We need something else.

Great. Uh...

"Relax the Spine."

I need something
that's not a chain.

It's the Valley.
What do you expect?

Um...

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Here's something.

Mitzvah Treatment Center.

There's 13 Mitzvah
Treatment Centers?

- You got to be kidding me.
- BUCKLEY: Uh-oh.

Uh, Eppes, Eppes, I'm
having a little problem here.

Buckley, you're breaking up.

Yeah, that's my problem.

- I'm running low on battery.
- (phone chirps)

We're down to a
four-mile radius.

- (groans)
- Buckley?

- Eppes...
- (phone chirps)

Look, tell your boys...

to look for a car
with a white flag.

Buckley?

- Eppes, whatever
happens, - (phone chirps)

I know you and your brother
were just trying to do your best.

- I know...
- (phone chirps)

Buckley! Hey!

Buckley! Give me
what you've got.

I'm going to put
units in the area.

(David sighs)

- He's alive.
- Him, too.

Maddux's boys.

Guess he sold them out.

All right, we've got Buckley's
phone. Where's Buckley?

That's a lot of blood.

- NIKKI: It's not theirs.
- DAVID: Buckley said

that Maddux would dump him

by the side of the road
when he was done with him.

He's been right
about everything else.

Looks like he called
it this time, too.

DAVID: What happened to Buckley?

What do you think?

Maddux took him for a
walk down by the river.

That's the last I saw of him.

He's funny that way.

He likes privacy when
he does someone.

Likes to take his time.

All right, where's
Maddux going now?

He stopped sharing his plans

around the time he
threw me in the trunk.

What about your
plans before that?

We know you guys didn't steal

any diamonds from the Exchange,

so what did you steal?

Access to their accounts.

The $16 million

we got from the bus hijacking
was wired to the Caymans.

But Interpol put a
trace on the money,

so we needed to launder it.

Using the Diamond Exchange.

They do million-dollar
transfers every day.

Money laundering takes time.

You were only
there for a few hours.

We had a computer program

to run the transactions
already set up.

We already had all
the account numbers

and passwords.

How?

We had a spy.

Hey.

So, the techs just examined
the IP security cameras

from the Exchange.

And Maddux's inside guy told us

that Maddux had
implanted a device

in one of the cameras
on the trading room floor.

Here it is.

Looks like a thumb-drive.

Attached to a laser
reader built into the camera.

Now, this particular camera

had a view of the
wire-transfer desk,

which is how it recorded

all the passwords
and account numbers.

Yeah, but you can't
see the screens.

With a laser reader,
you don't have to,

because it doesn't read
words on the screen.

It reads vibrational pulses

emitted by
keystrokes as it types.

It's like reading Braille.

In Braille, each letter or
numeral is represented

by a pattern of dots,

just like keystrokes on a
computer are represented

by a pattern of
pulses and vibrations.

For example, the letter
"Y" emits a different

vibrational pulse than
the letter "O," which

emits a different vibrational
pulse than the letter "U."

And by reading the
keystrokes, capturing them,

it can record

whatever information
that is typed in...

Uh, log-ins,
passwords, messages.

Now, here's the beauty of it.

Maddux has basically given
us the rope to hang him with.

Okay, how?

The laser reader, which he used

to steal all the information,

also recorded

his money laundering
program, all on this thumb-drive.

So, you can
reconstruct the program,

use it to trace the money?

Straight to Maddux.

Shouldn't take more
than a couple hours.

(computer trilling)

AMITA: You know,
I've been thinking

about what Buckley said.

Oh, what, about how
I'm... I'm a lucky guy?

No, about honeymooning
in Costa Rica.

Depending on the
time of year, lots of rain.

So, we'll bring umbrellas.

Scorpions. They have
scorpions down there.

They sleep in people's shoes.

So, we'll wear sandals.

A very long flight.

Not if we take separate planes.

DON: Hey, anything?

AMITA: We're getting close.

What do you think
about Costa Rica?

Uh, I don't know. I mean, I hear

they have a lot of scorpions.

Ah, looks like we
followed the money.

- Yeah?
- Oh, wait a second. I don't get it.

What?

Maddux bounced $16 million
halfway around the globe,

only to have it land
back where it started?

AMITA: The Exchange.
Looks like Maddux

converted the
money into diamonds.

CHARLIE: No, wait a second.

There-there's a pickup
scheduled for today,

and there's a
consignee whose I.D.

is listed on the file.

DON: Yeah, yeah. Who's that?

It's Lola Sacco.

Wasn't she Miss Morro Bay?

We've got Lola.

And we got Maddux.

- Hey.
- Geez.

Hand it over.

(click)

(grunting)

I got her.

Whoa.

What'd you do with Buckley?

Do with him?

I didn't do anything with him,

except get screwed.

At least I put a
bullet in his leg.

It's a little
flourish for effect.

Buckley's not dead?

He suckered you, too.

(Maddux chuckles)

One day on the prison yard,

he comes, sits
down, starts talking.

Tells me I can make a
score hijacking a bus,

laundering the money

by busting a Diamond Exchange.

$16 million, foolproof.

There was just one catch.

He needed to be a part of it.

Hmm.

He knew that you'd
go to him for help.

That got him out the front gate.

So, this taking him
down to the river...

It was all his idea for show.

After he convinced me
to double-cross the boys,

meet back at the Exchange.

I knew he'd screw me,

so I waited

for Lola to pick
up the diamonds.

I figured she could
lead me back to him.

Looks like Buckley found
his inside chick after all.

Obviously, there's been
a misunderstanding.

He set you up.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Buckley tricked you and Maddux

into pulling off the
Diamond Exchange job.

I'm sure he promised,
at the end of the day,

you two would be the ones
walking off with the money,

but you had other ideas.

Found your flight reservation.

One ticket, one-way,
to São Paulo.

You were going
to cut Buckley out.

Except Buckley knew
that there was no way

to make off with
16 million bucks.

When the cash was
converted into diamonds,

there was a one and a
half percent transaction fee.

$240,000.

Buckley had it wired

into an overseas account,

where it disappeared,
just like him.

Right, he said he always looks

for an inside chick
to take advantage of.

Yeah, and this time,

he picked one that he knew
would double-cross him,

one he knew he could
leave holding the bag.

Hotel St. Eve.

Room 301.

Clear.

DAVID: Clear.

DAVID: Don.

"Dinner for the
Eppes family, on me.

Bon appétit."

"If the fries are soggy, you
were slower than I gave you

credit for."

ALAN: These, uh, fries...

They are quite soggy.

Come on, Donnie.

- You win some, you lose some.
- Yeah, I don't like losing.

CHARLIE: You know,
there's nothing on here.

This is a new computer.

It's just the... the
usual software.

DON: Would you do me a favor

and just keep looking?

(ringing)

DON: What's that?

It's a Web call.

How's the food?

(Alan laughs and grunts)

(clears throat) Pretty
good, thank you. Um...

DON: What happened
to Costa Rica?

The banking laws
in Liechtenstein

are a bit more to my liking.

And the doctors, too.

My-my leg is
still smarting a bit.

Can't imagine a couple
hundred thousand dollars is going

to keep a guy like
you happy too long.

Yeah, well, I'm not too worried
about picking up some more cash

somewhere, somehow.

- It's never been my problem.
- Yeah, well,

I'll be sure to keep an
eye on the bus schedules.

Oh, that's good.

I like that.

You know, Eppes, you and me...

Under different circumstances,
we could have been friends.

Yeah, sure we could.

Hey, Professor.

I'm serious about
teaching that class.

CHARLIE: Oh, yeah?

Well, we'll have to
do it online, I guess.

Oh. Oh, that's for him.

(laughs)

Would you say hello to
my friends in California?

Thanks, Heidi.

She's a doll.

You know, Eppes,
you and I... we're like

those cartoon characters,
Sam and Ralph,

the sheepdog and the wolf.

We just keep going at each other

because we don't
know what else to do.

You should take some time off.

We could go skiing. Mmm.

You know what?

I'll keep this on ice for you.

Auf Wiedersehen.

You know, the wolf
always gets caught.

If that's what you really want.

Hey, I could use a vacation.

(laughs) Yeah.

(laughs)

(gunshot)