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Hey, kids.

Watch this.

♪♪

( chuckles )

Not bad.

( gasping )

- Rob...?
- My inhaler...

( coughs )

The damn pollen.

Better?

Rob?

Rob!

Rob, oh, my God!
Boys, call 911.

Rob!

Somebody help me!

- Hey.
- MEGAN: Hi.

What do we got?

Rob Evans, 34.

- Apparent stroke victim.
- What do you mean "apparent"?

The National Institute of Health
has identified four unusual seizures

in Los Angeles in
a little over two weeks.

So they called us.

They think it's
product tampering.

All the victims were on
over-the-counter medications

when the seizures struck.

- DON: What do you say, David?
- Evening.

NIH identified the toxin
as Primalect --

an ephedrine-based pain reliever
known to cause strokes.

All these drugs were poisoned
with a different drug?

- Yeah.
- That's not even the scariest part.

It's not the same
product every time.

One occasion was a nasal spray,

another was a cough suppressant

and on two occasions it was
an asthma inhaler called Truften.

So it's random attacks on three
totally different products.

Purchased off the shelf
at four separate pharmacies

across L.A. County.

So no way to do
an effective recall.

Which leaves anyone
needing medication

completely vulnerable
to a maniac.

We all use math every day...

to predict weather...

to tell time...

to handle money...

Math is more than formulas
and equations.

It's logic...

Math is more than formulas
and equations.

It's rationality.

It's using your mind to solve
the biggest mysteries we know.

DAVID: Primalect was discontinued
four years ago after clinical trials.

Developed as a basic
pain reliever,

it was found to cause
strokes and arrhythmia

in a "statistically
significant" number of cases.

And who would have
access to it now?

After clinical trials --
pharmacists, doctors,

nurses, hospital staff.

The good news is, I don't
think he intended to kill.

Why?

A narrow-gauge syringe
suggests some level of competence.

Wouldn't that make him
more dangerous, though?

Yeah, but he could
have used strychnine

or cyanide or any one
of a hundred toxins

that were available that
would have caused fatalities.

Right. So he just chose a
product that would only be

harmful to a percentage
of those who used it.

Which does not describe
a homicidal intent.

It's more like he's trying
to communicate with us.

DAVID: Hey, Charlie.

Well, I can't speak to intent,

but I can shed a little light
on the methodology used.

Okay, so start with Megan's
assumption that our poisoner

is trying to communicate
with us, right?

He's-He's trying to provide

information by tampering
with these medications.

Now, the commonality -- the
point he keeps repeating --

is his choice of medications.

DON: Yeah, but we didn't find a connection
between any of the three products.

Three? No, Don, four.

Four.

You guys are forgetting about
the contaminate itself.

- The Primalect.
- The Primalect.

Yeah, but they don't even
sell that anymore.

Maybe not, but information theory
indicates that there is a connection.

So what's information theory?

Information theory --
it's about getting a message

from point "A"
to point "B."

♪♪

Picture a three-piece jazz combo
playing a certain song.

There are many different ways
to hear the same song.

( ring tone
playing trio's melody )

( piano playing melody )

Each method will reproduce
the music differently,

but the tune --
the tune remains discernible.

Now if tampering medications
is our poisoner's music,

then Primalect is the key
he's playing it in.

Wait, you think it was more
than just a weapon.

I think it's the key
to the message.

The Primalect controversy
was over four years ago.

We pulled that from the market.

Not before it caused
a significant number of strokes.

Well, that's what clinical
trials are for, Agent Reeves.

But it's my understanding
that the product tampering

isn't limited to the Truften
inhalers our company makes.

- Please.
- Thank you.

No, the product was also
used to contaminate

cough syrup and nasal spray.

The patent for the nasal spray

was developed
at Tallridge Labs --

a subsidiary of Graybridge --

and the cough syrup is also
a Graybridge product.

DAVID: All three
products tampered with

and the poison used
can be traced to your company.

You're being targeted,
Mr. Brindell.

What would you suggest we do?

What would we suggest?

A total recall
of all your products.

You expect me to pull
hundreds of medications

over four instances
of tampering?

Two kids almost lost their dad.

A college student with a cough
almost never made it back to class.

These aren't instances.

Graybridge develops
and manufactures

13% of the nation's vital drugs,

including the most efficient
heart medications on the market.

We provide the Third World
with large quantities of medicine

at low and no cost.

That sounds like you have a hell
of a press release prepared.

20 million people have asthma.

Nine million of which
are children.

You want to do some real damage,

make people so scared

that they don't take the
medicines that can help them.

We understand that
your company's worked very hard

to keep this out of the news.

To avoid a public panic.

And in the absence
of hard facts,

the FDA and the FBI are
willing to go along with that.

But if you're stonewalling us,
when this news comes out,

that's going to be
a big part of it.

I respect your passion.

I respect your job.

I respect you.

But please, don't threaten me...

or my company.

We've done nothing wrong.

DON: The guy's poisoning
over-the-counter drugs

and we're keeping quiet

because the manufacturer
convinced us to.

I mean, boy, if that
doesn't say something.

About?

Corporations -- their influence.

Research costs a lot of money.

Without companies with resources
you can't get any development.

So, what, you think it's okay
for someone like Graybridge

to sell drugs that are
potentially harmful to people?

No, I'm saying
nothing is completely safe.

Peanuts can kill some people.

If that were the standard
to releasing drugs

then you wouldn't have
any drugs --

prescription or otherwise.

Okay, eight-letter word
for, uh... egotistical.

"Conceited."

"Conceited" is
a nine-letter word.

C-O-N-C-E-T-E-D.

Another person might think
that our educational system

has failed you
completely, Charlie.

You see, in urban engineering

every time you build a bridge

it destroys someone's property.

Every bypass hurts
someone's business.

I mean, you know that going in.

You just have to weigh
the benefits against the risks,

and hope to hell you're doing
more good than harm.

I don't buy that.

I mean, there's got to be
something we can do.

You know, if it were one drug
believe me,

we would put out
a public warning,

but the thing is, how do you
warn against random attacks?

Well, there's random
and then there's random.

The difference being what?

Here, give me that.

Pencil, pencil.

Okay.

Here we have
a stream of information, right?

A string of letters.

Okay, so what is it?
It's S-T-E?

All right, so what's
the next letter?

Well, that depends on...

seven-letter word
for "ciliate protozoan."

Dad, ignore the clue.

Well, it could be anything.

It could be... "stencil..."

uh... "steeple..."

"stellar..."

It could be anything.

Not anything, Dad.

Just... just a lot of things.

See, absent other
information -- clues --

we really... we don't know what
the next letter's going to be.

But since there are letters
that are more likely

to be the next letter
in the sequence than others,

like "A" or "E,"

or like "R..."

I see what you're saying.

So it's not completely random.

It's called information entropy.

See, you're bounded
by the alphabet.

26 possibilities.

Further bounded by the inventory
of the English language.

So what is our poisoner's
boundaries?

Right. Well, I mean, look,
he only messed

with Graybridge's drugs.

So that's one boundary. Okay.

Now you might make geographical
assumptions as well, right?

I mean, it's not likely
he's going to jump on a plane

to Idaho for the next attack.

Yeah, but you're still casting
a very wide net.

DON: Can you narrow it down
using your entropy thing

so that we could pinpoint
where he might hit next?

Well, given the limited
data set you're talking about,

all the work I have to do...

I mean, it's not like
I can just, you know...

whip up a magic formula
for every single problem.

Well, that's not what you said
last Friday.

Well, he did have
a couple beers in him, so...

Actually, it was four beers.

And it's "stentor."

What? What is stentor?

The ciliate protozoan.

You know, as a law
enforcement officer,

I shouldn't be this shocked
at how many people shoplift.

Come on, I'm concentrating here.

I'm trying to find
a product tampering needle

in 500 hours of video haystack.

DON: Hey, guys,
the Assistant Director

wants this treated as a serious
extortion case, okay?

Not as a public health crisis.

Which means total
press blackout remains.

Well, someone should
have told the bad guy.

DON:
What, are you kidding me?

- What, he tipped a free weekly?
- Yeah.

"The Toxic Manifesto."
Part one of ten?!

It lists all the drugs
he's tampered with,

plus hundreds more
he says he intends on poisoning.

I guess this guy got tired
of waiting around

for us to figure out
what he was trying to say.

Yeah.

And left anyone in need
of these medications

to play Russian roulette
with their life.

DON:
The Toxic Manifesto.

He gives really
specific details in here

as to why the attacks occur.

Apparently the FDA cleared
Primalect for clinical trials

despite Graybridge
knowing the risks.

Knowing how?

They had reports on the potential
for strokes and heart attacks,

and they somehow cajoled the FDA
into going forward, anyway.

It's really great when big
business and government

work so closely together.

What do you think
his next move would be?

Well, it doesn't
say here in part one,

but it might in parts
two through ten.

It's a low-rent bar.

Yeah, newspaper's
in the back room.

Strange place to put out
a free weekly newspaper.

Come on, man! You have
no right to be doing this.

Come on!

Who do you think you are?!

- Get out of my files! Come on!
- F.B.I.!

What's going on here?

This guy just came in here and
started going through my stuff.

Gun, David.

Put your hands up.
Easy.

- David...
- I have a permit for that.

You won't exactly mind if I
don't take your word for it.

Grab a piece of the desk.

I get a couple pounds
of manifestos, exposés

and conspiracy theories
every week.

Probably would have recycled
this one with the rest,

then the guy calls me,

starts giving me details...

Well, the manifesto, and any other
materials he might have sent you,

those are gonna be evidence now,
so I'm gonna need you to turn them over.

You know, I do have First
Amendment protections.

Yeah, but those don't even seem
to protect real journalists these days.

You publish record reviews
and phone sex ads.

Want to try your luck?

My luck?

My luck is that the story
that could put me on the map

gets my office trashed and me
threatened with imprisonment.

Hey, man, you wanted front row,
you got front row.

So much for
the public's right to know.

Bill Yardley,
Promethean Security.

All right, thank you.

Your permit checks out,

but that still doesn't explain
what the hell you're doing here.

I'm under contract
at Graybridge Pharmaceuticals.

And?

And I'm assisting them with
their tampering investigation.

By roughing up a reporter
and tossing his office?

I'm not limited by the same
constraints you people are.

Kid doesn't want
to press charges.

See?

We find you anywhere near
our investigation again

and I will charge you with
obstruction of justice myself.

Are we clear?

Don't forget my gun.

( knocking )

Young Eppes, your very own copy
of "The Toxic Manifesto."

- Unabridged.
- Okay.

Uh, we've quite clearly established
that English isn't my forte,

but, Don, this looks
like gibberish to me.

It's only 219 pages,
but Megan says it goes to motive,

so I'm thinking it might be helpful
with your Information Theory thing.

The entropy angle
is a blunt instrument,

but if I could just, if I could
refine it with his intent...

There you go.
Now you're in gear.

The thing is, I've got papers
to grade and classes to teach.

The guy put people in the hospital
and says there's gonna be more,

- so, I know you're busy, but...
- I understand.

Larry.
How are you?

Don. I'm very well,
thank you.

Charles, can I pick your brain.

You're more than welcome to whatever
scraps my brother leaves behind.

"The Toxic Manifesto."

Hey, can I see this, please?

This is about
the medicine scare?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, 'cause the news was vague.

It sounded like it was a hoax,
urban myth or something.

It's more like "something."

I mean, The Outrage is retracting,
Graybridge is denying

and word for me on high is not
to encourage "irrational panic."

Well, should there be
a rational panic?

- Yeah, well, that's the question.
- ( phone ringing )

Excuse me. Eppes.

I just got the phone records
from the Melrose Outrage.

They have our suspect calling
the paper from Sibley, California.

Turns out the manifesto was
mailed from the same location,

so I called the
postmaster up there

and he remembers the guy
who mailed the package.

A middle-aged black man.

Yeah, Sibley, why does
that sound familiar?

Small town,
Angeles Crest Mountains.

Oh, yeah, right.

That's where the U.S. marshal
got killed last year.

Yeah, the marshals got into
a standoff with Bob McHugh,

a local rancher who was there
selling tainted beef.

McHugh shot one of the marshals,

and then disappeared
into the mountains.

Right, right.
What, you think he's our guy?

Well, McHugh's white,

and the guy who mailed
the package is black.

And the postmaster remembers him
asking where to find McHugh.

So the question is, what is
a poisoner doing up in Sibley?

And what does he want
with McHugh?

Well, I mean, he's on the run.

McHugh knows how to disappear.

If he's trying to disappear,
he sure picked the right spot.

Well, let's get Colby and David
up there, okay?

Already on their way.

Man, there's some nice
views up here, though.

This makes me
a little bit homesick.

Yeah?

This is what Winchester,
Idaho looks like?

Yeah, pretty much.

My hometown is a small town.

All right, so we need
to figure out

why a poisoner's trying to find
a federal fugitive.

The better question is
how he intends to find him?

Best people to answer
that question are the ones

who've been looking for him
for the past seven months.

Sinclair.

Edgerton.
How you doing, man?

This here's Agent Granger.

- Nice to meet you.
- How are you? Pleasure.

You here for the McHugh search?

Uh, in a way.

I got the call
about a month ago.

I been in and out of a bunch
of towns on this mountain,

but McHugh's from here,
so we think he'll be back.

Have gun, will travel, right?

You have time
for an information swap?

Yeah, let me get unpacked.

I'll buy you a cup of coffee.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

That's Edgerton?

Yeah, he helped us out
on a sniper case last year, why?

That guy was
a sniper legend in Afghanistan.

You'd see his work everywhere,
you'd never see him.

Colonel in Special Ops
said he was the bastard son

of Clint Eastwood and Yoda.

I'll get you an autograph.

All right.

Yeah, I remember
seeing him in the diner.

Black guy kind of stands out
here in Sibley.

There was nothing particularly
suspicious about him, though.

There's a good chance
that he's our poisoner.

COLBY: Yeah, we traced
the manifesto

that was published back
to the post office up here.

And the postmaster says
he was asking about McHugh.

( chuckling )

That's like going to Orlando
and asking about Mickey Mouse.

Yeah, still, we think there might
be some connection, though.

They've turned McHugh
into some kind of local hero.

Yeah, last of the
independent ranchers

fighting the big,
bad government.

Never mind that he was
selling tainted beef.

Never mind
that he shot a U.S. marshal.

His wife still
lives around here.

She's got a lot of friends
among the locals.

And these days,
McHugh is the second largest

source of income for this town.

Really? What's the first?

Housing and feeding all the FBI
agents looking for McHugh.

( chuckling ):
How long you been after him?

- About three weeks now.
- You've had any luck yet?

Yeah, I picked up his
trail a few times,

but after 30 years of living here
and seven months on the run,

he knows this place
a lot better than I do,

plus he's got his local fans.

Can you give us a description
of this unidentified black male?

How 'bout a picture?

David, do me a favor.

Keep me in the loop
on this one, all right?

If your guy has a plan
for finding McHugh,

I want to know what it is.

Oh, hi, Agent Reeves.

Professor Fleinhardt.

I don't think Charlie's here.

Well, you know, actually,
I came to talk to you.

Oh, if you have come
to offer me a ride

in that car of yours,
I can't go right now.

Actually, I came to talk
to you about that.

The manifesto?

Yeah, um, you see, I'm a reader,

and readers read,
and I just, I happened upon

Charlie's copy of this,

and, let me tell you,
I was riveted.

Well, then we have slightly
different literary tastes.

Well, tell me, what do you
make of this author?

Uh, well, the use of the word
"manifesto" in and of itself

suggests an inflated
sense of destiny.

Paranoid, delusions of grandeur.

Yeah, but his discussions of
quantum chemistry, I mean,

these sent me back
to my reference books.

And this man not only
knows whereof he speaks,

some of his scientific
arguments are, well,

they're downright revolutionary.

You're saying he's a scientist?

Oh, oh, a gifted one.

And what was particularly
interesting to me

was his mention
of this man McHugh.

- Yes, yes, Bob McHugh.
- Yeah.

He's a federal fugitive,

and we think he's trying
to contact him,

but we have no idea why.

Right, and Charlie mentioned
there was some confusion there,

and that's really why I'm here.

Now listen, you can
throw me out at any moment,

because obviously you're
the experts,

I'm just an amateur,

but this is just what struck me.

Graybridge Pharmaceuticals is
this man's Frankenstein Monster.

And he will not
be swayed from his path

until that monster
is laid to rest.

So you're saying the connection

isn't between
McHugh and this man.

The connection is between McHugh
and Graybridge Pharmaceuticals.

Well, at least
in his mind that's the case.

Riveted, huh?

Yeah, well, I read it
straight through. Twice.

Because, in case
we were going to...

You know, if we...

You know,
show that I knew what...

I just wanted to make sure
I knew what I was talking about.

I've never heard you
when you didn't.

So based on
Professor Fleinhardt's opinion,

I refined my search to people
with a higher education in chemistry

who might have had a grudge
against Graybridge Pharmaceuticals.

Well, that could be anybody
who was ever fired by them.

Pretty much, but then I can
refine the search further

to Edgerton's sketch and refine
it down to male blacks.

And I find Mark Brott.

Lead chemist,
Tallridge Lab since 1994.

The company that
developed Primalect.

Exactly.

And Brott kept sending
memo after memo

to Taylor Brindell warning him
that the drug was unsafe.

And he was fired?

Two weeks before the FDA
approved the clinical trials,

Brott was let go for
"poor job performance."

So they just screwed this guy over
because he was a whistleblower.

After that, he disappears.

No address, no phone records,
no credit cards.

Last seen in Sibley, California,
looking for Bob McHugh.

But what's the connection between
a fired drug company chemist

and a fugitive cattle rancher?

On page 189 of
"The Toxic Manifesto,"

Brott talks about McHugh.

DON: "The government abandoned
its duty to the public,

like it abandoned McHugh."

- Abandoned him how?
- That part's unclear.

But what is clear is that Brott
hasn't killed anyone yet.

And McHugh has.

Brott was, what, looking for
someone to fight the government with?

Yeah, and he picked a murderer.

MEGAN: A year ago, Bob McHugh
was selling tainted beef.

When the USDA and the marshals
showed up at his house

to shut him down,
he barricaded himself in.

On day three of the standoff,

Channel 8 managed to get
a camera phone in the house.

I followed every one
of their laws.

My cattle were checked,
given their antibiotics,

the government knows that.

They're still trying
to send me to jail.

REPORTER: They say you
intentionally sold tainted beef.

I have been eating my own damn
beef my whole life.

I'm still standing.

What's really going on...

What's really going on
is the federal government

wants me out of the way.

On day four, McHugh shot
one of the negotiators.

Now,
the raid team hit the house,

but he somehow managed to slip
past them and into the mountains.

Right, but I mean,
as far as we know,

McHugh and Brott never met.

I mean, we don't even know
if they communicated.

And what, all we have on Brott
is a possible motive

and a sketch on a napkin.

Placemat.

Plus his face
on our plasma screen.

We went back to the drugstore
security footage looking for Mark Brott...

DAVID:
And hit four for four.

All right, well,
Brott's our guy.

Yeah, but I don't think
he's coming back to L.A.

Watch what happens when you put
the tamperings in chronological order.

Yeah, I see what you're saying.

He's working his way north.

That's right.
Straight up to Sibley.

So contacting McHugh
was always part of the plan.

So you're Mark Brott.
Graybridge fires you

for blowing the whistle
on the defective drug.

You retaliate by poisoning
their products.

You write "The Toxic Manifesto"
to expose Graybridge.

And the federal government
for allowing Graybridge

to sell dangerous products.

Now, he and McHugh definitely
have a common enemy.

There's a lot of anti-government
people out there. Why McHugh?

There's got to be something
about McHugh.

Something that Brott is fixated
on or identifies with.

So are we looking for McHugh
hoping to find Brott

or do we look for Brott and
figure we might find McHugh?

Both.

ALAN: Hey, Don.

Hey, guys. Sorry, I don't have enough
open floor space in my apartment.

Yeah, I know.
I've been to your apartment.

You don't have enough
floor space, period.

Wait. You have
an apartment?

Ha-ha.

What is this? This is
the Angeles Crest, right?

Crystal Lake, the San Gabriel
Reservoir, Mt. Wilson.

Yeah. You still
go up there?

It's got the greatest
hiking trails.

Has pretty good fishing
up there, too.

'Cause we got this fugitive
who's been hiding out around here

for, like, seven months now.

- Bob McHugh?
- That's right.

Just go to the post office
on a Monday.

You got a lot of time
to look at "wanted" posters.

It looks like the poisoner
went up there looking for him

so that's where I'm going.

The thing is, I mean,
you remember Edgerton?

So he's up there tracking him,

but I mean, he can't find him.

Edgerton?
The FBI sniper instructor.

Yeah. He's also the Bureau's
best tracker.

But the problem is we got,
you know,

over 650,000 acres
of mountain here,

and apparently, McHugh's trail
never crossed the same place twice.

Hmm.

You know...

there's a famous problem
in-in graph theory

called "The Seven Bridges
of Konigsberg."

The city of Konigsberg
included two islands

connected to each other and
the mainland by seven bridges.

The problem? To try to cross
all seven bridges once

and only once, and end up
where you started.

Leonhard Euler proved
mathematically

that it wasn't possible
to do that.

If there's an odd number
of bridges

to even one of the islands,

then you can't cross every
bridge without crossing

the same bridge twice.

Right. Well, I mean,
we ain't in Konigsberg.

Which is where?

Pre-World War I Prussia,

but Don, the point is
the beauty of graph theory

is that the shape and size
of the grid doesn't matter,

just the number of points
and the links connecting them.

I see what you're saying.

Eventually, he has to cross
the same path twice?

Not necessarily.
He may repeat some paths.

I can use probabilistic graph theory
to rank them in order of likely use.

I'm headed up there tomorrow.
You think you can do it by then?

I'm gonna have to come
with you, because

there's-there's all sorts of
questions about access

- that need to be answered.
- Come on, wait a minute, Charlie.

- Charlie!
- And of course, search methodology

and non-recorded data, so...

Charlie, don't you have
midterms to grade?

I'll get the TAs to do them.

MEGAN ( over phone ): So,
remember the McHugh interview?

The part where he said
he gave all the infected cattle

their required antibiotics?

Guess who makes
those antibiotics.

Our friends at Graybridge.

So what if McHugh
was telling the truth?

What if he didn't know
the beef was contaminated

because he didn't know the antibiotics
he was giving them were defective?

That would explain
what Brott wants, right?

I mean, to him, McHugh's just
another weapon against Graybridge.

Look, why don't you just follow in
that direction? I'll talk to you later.

Professor and Agent Eppes.

How can I not learn
something today?

Actually, we came to sit in
your classroom, if that's all right.

Absolutely. Let me get you
up to speed.

What about that?

What?

Broken branch,

not from an animal.

Someone sat here on this tree.

What, you think it's McHugh?

No. It was a woman
wearing a size-six sneaker.

McHugh's got a big foot
and an even bigger boot.

Yeah. She stopped and had lunch
here probably less than an hour ago.

And you know that how?

She didn't like her PB and J.

The ants haven't found it yet.

What do you got?

It's a pretty old print,

but I'd like to see
where it takes us.

We'll have to backtrack,

cross the river
to pick it up again.

I mean, we can just cut
through this dump, can't we?

You see these tracks, how they
kind of stop and start

like someone was riding
the brakes?

The National Guard came through
here at night with the headlights off.

They do maneuvers out here.

If they go home
with unused ammo,

their allotment gets reduced.

So they sneak over here
and ditch the excess munitions.

There's all kinds
of explosives in there.

You don't want to try
to go hiking through that.

You think that's
what he's after?

No. No, there's
no sign of that.

Probably just looking
for something edible

or on his way back into Sibley.

CHARLIE:
I'm curious.

When you lose him,
what methodology

might you employ
to pick him up again?

Start where he broke trail:

a stream, series of flat rocks.

Then circle around
till I find fresh sign.

So you, you lose time, pretty
much duplicating your work

while McHugh's gaining time.

Kind of explains why
we're all still out here, huh?

Hey, Colby, take a look at this.

I've been going through
the rest of the security footage

to establish Brott's
movements, right?

This is from
the first tampering.

COLBY: Looks like Brott's
being followed.

Watch what happens.

( computer beeping )

Recognize our boy?

That's Yardley, Graybridge
Pharmaceutical's hired gun.

So?

I've just about isolated
all the trails

that McHugh could
have access to.

Charlie, did you actually
put pins in the wall?

Hmm? Yeah. Tape didn't work.
You know? I...

Well, I mean, they find holes,
it's gonna go on my expense report.

- I tried sticking it in...
- ( phone rings )

I don't get you sometimes.
Eppes.

We got Yardley following Brott
into the first pharmacy.

He watches him go in,
then goes in himself

and asks about Brott.

So Graybridge was having
Brott followed.

That means once the first victim
got struck,

they had to be aware
it was a tampering.

And didn't say word one to us.

Instead, they put Yardley
on Brott's trail.

We could pick up Brindell
at Graybridge right now.

No, no. I think it's better
to wait, you know?

Let 'em not know exactly
what we're up to.

It's your call. I got a warrant
for Brott's computer.

We're going over it right now.

- ( knocking )
- I got to go.

- Let me know what you find.
- Okay.

Hey.

Sir, park rangers found a body
about three miles out of town.

Description fits Mark Brott,
the guy you're looking for.

Yeah? You got
a cause of death?

Appears to have fallen
about 40 feet into a creek bed.

The M.E. will have a preliminary
for you in the morning.

All right, good, Officer.
Thanks. Good night.

So Brott's dead.

You think he fell?

Or he was pushed.

I mean, Graybridge
was having him followed.

You know, they got
motive for wanting him dead.

( indistinct voices )

We've recovered some internal
e-mails off of Brott's hard drive.

In one of them,
he's telling his bosses

that the antibiotic
they were selling

to cattle ranchers
had serious problems.

So, without getting
too technical...

Yeah, it didn't work, and
Graybridge sold it anyway, right?

And Brott also informed them
that the defective antibiotic

would be detectable in the bloodstream
of anyone who had consumed it.

Wasn't McHugh bragging about
eating his own beef for years?

Which makes him walking evidence
against Graybridge.

Brott wanted McHugh's blood, literally.

All right, good.
Talk to you later.

What do you got, brother?

So, I started with the paths
we know McHugh

has been to,
based on your tracking.

Now, eliminating
unpassable terrain

and areas that are too exposed --

for instance,
popular campsites...

Places where he's likely
to be seen.

Right. I applied
soap bubble theory

- to develop a Steiner tree.
- Say what?

You're not talking actual
soap bubbles and actual trees...

Actual soap bubbles,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

Actual trees, no.
No, no, no.

I found McHugh's most likely paths
by using isospectral geometries.

Of course you did.

Everyone knows that
the shortest distance

between two points is a...?

- A straight line.
- Straight line.

Now, what if we wanted
to find the shortest distance

between three
or-or-or more points?

That's something that
soap bubbles can tell us.

Now, let's take these three
points that you've identified

as places that McHugh
has been at several times.

Now, imagine each
of these points

as the center of bubbles.

The interior walls formed
by the soap's film

will intercept to create
new vertices, new angles,

new lines and points --
a Steiner tree --

which will reveal the most
efficient lines of travel.

Let's concentrate on these
three points that you've identified.

Places we know
that McHugh's been.

Now, when connected,
using the most likely paths,

not only his likely paths

but where
those likely paths meet.

I like it.

So where these lines intersect.

And that has to be...

This guy keeps going back
to his own ranch.

Isn't that interesting?

( knocking )

Mrs. McHugh,
I'm Don Eppes with the FBI.

I assume you have a warrant?

No, ma'am, just some questions.

Oh, I thought you people shoot
first and then ask questions.

DON: Mrs. McHugh, your husband
killed a federal officer.

He's gonna have
to answer to that,

but we have some new information

that could clear him
of those original charges.

What? I don't understand?

It seems
we might have been wrong.

We also know he's been
on the property recently.

Do you, now?

We're mathematically certain.

My husband's great-grandfather
started this ranch.

It's been passed down
three generations.

And one day you people show up

and try to take it away
from him.

Now you show up
and tell me you were wrong.

Well, I'd say
you're about a day late

and a dollar short,
wouldn't you?

Well, listen...

Well, you were right --
he's been here.

He's taking a big chance.

He's had this place
his whole life.

- It's hard to just walk away.
- Look, let's run this down.

I mean, the marshals
come to arrest him,

he barricades himself
inside the house.

Now, four days later,
in the middle of a negotiation,

for no apparent reason,
he opens fire.

When did crazy
stop being a reason?

The negotiator catches one in
the neck, like, right around here.

The assault team went in
the front and the side doors.

McHugh went out that side window

and makes it to
the tree line there.

What's that?

Look at that.
That's a shot.

( sighs )

Exit pattern from a
large-bore rifle round.

Look at the angle -- there's
no way it came from inside.

Which is where McHugh was.

Where do you
think this came from?

Judging from the angle...

- Allowing for prevailing winds, there.
- ...there.

SWAT sniper would've been on the
other side, facing the house.

This lie...

( Edgerton sighs )

...faces the raid team.

That's a perfect position
to take out the negotiator.

CHARLIE:
So the suggestion you're making

is that a second gunman
shot the marshal.

Yeah, Charlie, think about it.

I mean, McHugh is living proof
that Graybridge sold bad drugs.

The last thing they want
is him alive.

Day three of the siege, he's
looking like he's gonna surrender,

someone shoots the negotiator...

( hammer clicks )

...and gets the
party started.

They're figuring he's gonna
go down in the gunfight.

Instead, chaos ensues,
he slips away.

That, uh, soap film of yours

runs through the hill
up here, doesn't it?

There? Yeah,
more or less.

Why don't you
get back to the hotel.

Okay, but why?

Fresh sign.

One, maybe two hours.

That's why.

Crest One to Crest Two.

Be careful, Charlie.

Felt someone
following me all day.

Wondered when
you'd close distance.

You pull your trigger,
I'll pull mine.

Now, drop the rifle.

Last chance, Yardley.

( two gunshots )

McHugh!

McHugh!

McHugh, listen! Listen!

McHugh, listen to me!

( echoes ):
McHugh!

( police radio transmission )

Well, if he is in there,
he's sitting on top

of 300 pounds
of U.S. Army ordinance.

Wait, look, here he comes.

- ( cocks hammer )
- Anyone comes through that gate,

the dump blows,
and the forest goes with it.

All right, Mr. McHugh,
just take it easy.

No one's coming
through anything, all right?

I can set up a shot from above.

But if I do drop him...

DON: He drops that torch,
we're all going up.

I say we pull it back.

Yeah, let's pull it back, guys.
Back, back, back, back, back.

Back it up.

- What are you doing here?
- I picked him up in Sibley --

I needed someone
that knew the way.

- I'm Agent Reeves.
- Edgerton.

You're not gonna believe this --

he's actually sitting on a
National Guard munitions dump.

He's threatening to blow it up.

- Well, you don't want to kill him.
- Charlie, we realize that.

I mean, he's not giving us
a lot of options here.

Uh, there's a... there's
a whole mathematical discipline

called negotiation theory.

A good negotiation creates

a framework for agreement
that allows both parties

to make mistakes
and still come out ahead.

MEGAN: Yeah, we give him
something to strengthen his position

without weakening ours, but...
what do we have to give him?

Information.

We could tell him what we know.

Isn't that like showing all your
cards before the bets are in?

It's counterintuitive, I know,

but here's the math.

EDGERTON: Does this mean
anything to you two?

Yeah, only that
he's probably right.

Whoa, whoa, ho-ho-hold on.

- What are you doing?
- I'm a woman.

To a mountain man like McHugh,
I'm less of a threat.

She's got a point.

She could also kick his ass,
but he doesn't know that.

( chuckles ): I see what kind
of big brother he was.

Mr. McHugh?

Mr. McHugh?

My name is Megan Reeves.

I'm with the FBI.

And I'm alone.

Last negotiator ended
up with a bullet in the neck.

But you didn't put it there.

You'd say anything to keep me
from setting off this dump.

Yes, I would,

but there are people
who'd do a hell of a lot more

to make sure you blow it up.

Graybridge Pharmaceuticals
hired a man to kill you,

and he shot that
marshal in the neck

hoping you'd get killed
in the gunfire.

You were never supposed
to walk out of there alive.

What the hell is
Graybridge Pharmaceuticals?

It's the company that
sold you the bad antibiotic.

That's what
contaminated your beef.

The government
destroyed the herd.

Th-There's no way
to prove any of this.

Actually, there is.

You eat that beef every day;
it's in your bloodstream.

You blow yourself up,

you lose the only evidence
we have to clear your name.

Please put that gun down.

Let's go see your wife.

- Good job.
- Thanks. You, too.

I have the best time
with you guys.

It's a little early in the day
to be stargazing, huh, Larry?

Oh. Yeah.

Just reflecting on the late,
unlamented Mark Brott.

DON:
What? He got what he wanted.

I mean, Brindell's in jail,
the case goes to court,

and Graybridge
is out of business.

He got what he wanted
at the cost of his soul.

By hurting the innocent
to forward his agenda,

he became
the very thing he hated.

I just can't help thinking
about all those people

who will never benefit
by all the medicines

that Graybridge
just might have discovered.

LARRY:
Some people --

not theoretical physicists
like myself --

but there are some who might feel
knowledge is this unshakable pillar.

But, you know, it's really...

it's really this
very fragile thing.

Is that the kind of stuff
you talk about with Megan

at lunch?

DON:
Wait, ho-ho-hold on.

You and Megan went out to lunch?

Oh, please tell me you ordered
something other than white food.

( laughing )

This was a meal shared

by two inquisitive
minds in an...

intellectual pursuit.

Of course it was --

like all your lunches
with David.

Oh, and with Colby.

LARRY: A gamma ray burst will
release more energy in ten seconds

than the sun will emit in its
entire ten-billion-year life span.

I got it,
what's the Hulk's real name?

- CHARLIE: Uh, Bruce Banner.
- That's right.

I mean, didn't gamma rays
turn him into the Hulk?

They come from the furthest ends
of the universe,

and after 45 years, we are still
uncertain of their origin.

( patting Larry's back )

And?

And we're closer to an answer
on that

than the three of you
are ever gonna get on this.

Megan?

And Larry.

Now, there's an image.