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Doesn't look good.

Richer or poorer, baby.

Just like the midget
Elvis preacher said.

Mm-hmm.

Everyone get down on the floor now!

Open the register!

You, is that your Beamer?

- Down.
- Give me the keys now.

Keys.

Hey!

We got any descriptions?

No one was in any shape to talk, so
we're pulling the security tapes now.

- Robbery?
- Call it that. Made off with $122.

Plus the car.

That Mustang was
hot-wired; there's, uh,

gun oil in the glove compartment,
so they probably took something else.

I'll go find out what
the victims were driving.

Get anything. Get an
APB out on them, alright?

It's not about the money.

Not exclusively, anyway. Check this out.

"Our love is like a flower,
it grows with every hour."

It's just awful.

At least he got it to rhyme this time.

- Hey.
- Well, what do you know, Ian?

Buck likes burritos; he eats
them frozen, like Popsicles.

- Buck...?
- Winters.

The other one is Crystal Hoyle. If she
left prints, they're on the cash drawer.

Thanks for making the drive.
I know we're out of your AO.

No problem. We owe Ian a
favor or two, don't we, guys?

11 hits in the last 17 days.

Violent, but strictly small-time.

And crossing state
lines throws it to us.

Hey, let me grab a coffee.

I haven't been able to
get out ahead of them yet.

There's no rhyme or
reason to their moves.

They seem to go for
whatever's in front of them.

- And the girl's a teacher?
- Yeah. Winters

was in her 20th Century Europe class.

His father found out
she'd been corrupting

little Buck's morals
since the homecoming game.

Only thing a teacher ever
gave me was detention.

Yeah, well, however
the conversation went,

Dad ended up with a full clip
of 9mm ball ammo in his chest.

Just seems like a
pretty extreme reaction.

Well, look, I mean, she's
facing a statutory rape charge.

They tucked Dad in Buck's garage,

hit the road, started robbing
their way across the country.

What do you say, guys?

Hey, you know, so, spree killers usually

derive exhilaration from the act itself.

Now, if they're lovers, there's gonna
be a strong sexual component to it also.

Yeah, he's 17, and...

take a look at her.

Still, that's a pretty big career change
for a 30-year-old teacher with no priors.

Actually, Crystal Hoyle has a sealed

juvenile record that the Texas
school system didn't know about.

- Aha.
- Yeah, she was picked up for a misdemeanor

drug possession in
1992, right here in L.A.

Track someone five, six days,

you start getting hunches
that you can't exactly explain.

Mine says that she's making her
way back to your neighborhood.

All right. Why don't you
get their pictures out

and then check the overnights
for anything that looks like them.

How about you and I go see if
we can get these dots connected.

Charlie. Whoa, whoa!

No, no, oh. Yeah, this
isn't what it looks like.

Well, that's a relief
because it looks like

your friend there was
about to perforate you.

Actually, Professor Eppes is protected by
the most impenetrable armor of all, physics.

That's right. My weight is
distributed amongst the spikes

at an even 1.7 pounds each. With
the kinetic energy of the hammer...

Charles, I think the drama of demonstration
would be most instructive here.

- Wait, wait. Hold, hold.
- I think you're right

let me just... Whoa, whoa, whoa...

You all right?

Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold
on, hold on, hold on.

Yeah. I'm......fine.

If you don't mind my asking, what
exactly does all that accomplish?

The unwavering attention of my
Faith and Physics class. Hello.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt.
This is Agent Ian Edgerton.

My pleasure.

He's got a couple of killers on the run.
He thinks they might be headed to L.A.

Or already here.

I remember how that voodoo of yours

helped to tighten the search
grid the last time around.

- Voodoo?
- In spite of my invaluable assistance,

on two instances, mind you,
Agent Edgerton maintains some

skepticism about the analytical
approach to manhunting.

And yet, here you are.

The instinct part of me
says not to miss any bets.

Well, hey.

Let's hope we can come up with something
a little more substantive than instinct.

All right, these dots, representing...?

Black are confirmed
sightings, red are robberies,

yellow are killings.

They're hitting like every day or
two, then they fall off the grid,

they show up a couple
hundred miles away.

I can tell you what they eat, what
they drink, what car they'll steal;

what I can't do is tell
you what they'll do next.

Right. We got amateurs, you know. I
mean, for us, it 's easier to find pros.

Did you... forget to mark a point here?

- No.
- No?

No. We had no sightings
anywhere in Wyoming.

- Okay.
- Did you see some sort of pattern here?

A Langevin-like equation, maybe, or...

I just thought that there
should be a point there.

- What, you got a hunch?
- I don't... I don't have hunches.

You know, when I hypothesize, really
what it is, is just an intuitive synthesis

of established mathematical
principles and theorems.

Knowledge plus a guess... where
I come from, that's a hunch.

Crystal is clearly the alpha.

You see how all the spoils go to her?

She clears the register. Even
Buck throws her the car keys.

That's pretty sloppy,
though, leaving this video.

Well, unless it's deliberate.

I mean, he fits the profile for
the classic teenage thrill-killer

in which case, all he wants
is credit for every crime.

The poem.

She's working off something
entirely different.

She's focused and intent.

It says here she ran away from home
at age 15 and came to Los Angeles.

And that she got picked up 18
months later on a drug charge.

18 months alone on the streets. It's
not hard to fill in those blanks.

No.

Then she went back to Texas and
totally cleaned up her life, right?

She goes to college, she
gets her teaching degree.

And sex education for
a high school senior.

Buck's dad finds out about it.
She's facing exposure, even prison.

Yeah, but this response is totally
disproportionate to the catalyst.

There's something else.

Yeah. Like why a hot history teacher
goes for a high school football player.

That's a question only a
30-year-old man would have to ask.

Don. That dot that
Charlie saw in Wyoming?

I don't know how he did it, but he did.

Robbery on the 15th of this month.

A bar outside of Red Desert, Wyoming.
A couple fitting Crystal Hoyle and

Buck Winters' description
hung around till closing time.

They put the bartender in the hospital.

They hit that gas station in
Colorado, what was that, like the 14th?

I know the next sighting
was Salt Lake City the 17th.

That's plenty of time to
cross in and out of Wyoming.

- It fits the map and the timeline.
- Definitely.

Buck always signs his robberies...

poems, smiling at the security
camera, dropping their names.

Well, maybe he didn't want
to brag about this one.

Could be they had friends close
by, somebody who could hide 'em out?

Yeah, why don't you check
with the Austin office.

See if either of them had
any connections in Wyoming.

- All right.
- And then do a phone dump on that bar.

I mean, maybe they called someone
while they were sitting around.

And the beach. I've
never seen the ocean.

Sure, baby, I'll take you to the beach.

And that place with the footprints
in the cement and the movie stars.

- Cris?
- What hon?

That place with the cement
footprints... what's that called?

Chinese Theater.

We'll go there, too.

I though you didn't like Porsches.

Gas tank's almost empty.

What do you figure the boss drives?

Nicest car on the lot.

Hey, Dad.

Oh, hey. I was looking for you.

Not that difficult to find. Either
the living room or the kitchen.

- Ooh. Condos, huh?
- Yeah.

All that money I made selling the house has
just been sitting in the bank doing nothing.

my accountant said I should reinvest.

- You know what about real estate.
- No, what do they say?

Actually, I don't know. I've never
owned anything, but, you know,

you read about the bubble. They
say it can't hurt to wait, so...

Well, you know, actually, um...

It's not about reinvestment,
actually, it's, uh...

Do you realize I haven't lived
by myself for over 40 years.

What? You're talking
about actually moving out?

I'm considering it.

Well, this looks like pretty
serious considering, Dad.

I would just like to do
some things on my own.

- Mm-hmm. Charlie? -
I haven't told him yet.

- A-And I would rather you didn't. -
Yeah, well, you're on your own there.

Actually, you should get
one with a tennis court.

- I don't play tennis.
- Yeah, but I do.

Hey. I'm not a hero.

Take anything you want.

What do you think we want?

Hundred-thousand-dollar
car.

Cris?

Crystal?

Get his keys.

I thought you said we
didn't have any secrets!

That's not a secret.

Really? What the hell do you call that?

Pile of dead bones.

All you need to know is
that you have my heart.

Now get the keys.

This is Pierce Brenner.

His name's on the sign.

Sent all the employees home at 8:15,

locked up.

Salesman forgot his wallet, came
back and found the body by 9:00,

and now Brenner's car is missing.

Makes sense. They've been
switching cars every day or two.

Yeah, but always a subordinate act

to a more flamboyant violent one.

These dealerships are
like fishbowls at night...

it's easy to see in, hard to see out.

They watched from over here.

Spree killers act on impulse; they
don't generally stalk their victims.

You think they targeted this guy?

She was here in L.A. in '92.

Awful long time to hold a grudge.

Bad memories last a long time.

This is the second crime
they haven't signed.

- New MO.
- Something's changing.

I can't help but thinking that the very

things that elude me
about this particular case

are
- are pivotal to helping Don. You know?

You know, because the knotty
problem with spree criminals

is that their actions most closely
approximate true randomness,

with such a wide range of variables.

So much so that it's
usually only their mistakes

that lead to their apprehension,

you know, not
- not some sort of a predictive analysis,

not-not, uh...

I'm rambling. Yeah.

I'm rambling because, um,

you invited me here to this dinner

most likely to tell me that you have

accepted Harvard's offer.

And I guess I'm just
trying to fill the air with

noise to keep you...

- from... telling me that...
- Charlie.

- but...
- Charlie,

I've accepted Cal Sci's
professorship offer.

I'm staying.

Well, that's great.

Well, that's great news
for Cal Sci, of course.

You know...

No, I-I do believe we-we
have a far superior program...

It's a great opportunity,

and, um...

hopefully, it's a great
opportunity for us as well.

"Us."

Charlie, over these last few years,

you and I have stopped and
started so many times. I just...

I know I for one would...

very much like to see what happens.

I'm just not sure how
to break it to Charlie.

Well, might I suggest directly?

He doesn't take change
that well, you know.

When I tried to sell
my house, he bought it.

Eh, don't underestimate Charles'
ability to adapt. You know,

over the last few years, he's
made some very striking changes,

overwhelmingly for the better.

Mm-hmm. I suppose you're right.

I mean, after all, I would expect
him to be just as candid with me.

By the way, since you've sold your
house, where have you been living?

Oh, just various people's sofas,

the car, my office sometimes.

- You mean you're homeless?
- No, no, no, just without an address.

Intentionally so.

You know, I've just come to realize that

committing oneself to a permanent space

just constrains one's
intellectual vista.

- Hmm.
- Last week, I spent several nights

in the mountains,
contemplating the heavens...

and just from a non-cosmological point
of view... for the first time in years.

Hmm.

And, uh, how does Megan feel
about this vagabond style of yours?

Well, I've had to explain to her that
there's got to be some sort of a firewall,

if you will, between
one's romantic aspirations

and the larger life goals.

- Mm-hmm. You're in
check. - Oh, yeah, so I am.

Larry, I'm going to give you the same advice
that I've given to all the geniuses I know.

- Which is?
- Don't be an idiot.

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Two hours before Crystal Hoyle and
Buck Winters robbed that bar in Wyoming,

a call was made from the bar's
pay phone to Venice, California.

Number came back

to a Lydia Campos.

Possession and intent to sell.

Look at May 13, '92.

Picked up on a drug sweep with

Crystal Hoyle. Now,
there's a coincidence.

Fortunately, a judge didn't think so.

He gave us a Title 3 wiretap.

I figured we'd give it some time before

we brought Lydia in, see if
Crystal tries to contact her.

We have a call coming in.

- Yeah?
- I'm here, in L.A.

You going to help me out?

Do I have a choice?

Yeah, always.

I remember once I had a choice between

getting busted and
letting my best friend O.D.

Hold on, come on, come on.

So, you'll help.

I'll ask around.

Pay phone, Washington and Broadway.

What about the other thing?

You really going to do it?

Watch the news tonight.

- We got the phone, but they're gone.
- Copy that.

Wonder what they were
doing in this area.

New car. That's the Porsche they
stole from the car dealership.

Two in one night?

Maybe they didn't like the upholstery.

Blood on the bumper.

Two cars, two dead bodies.

No robbery, no poem.

Reeves is right... something's changing.

Hoyle and Winters have now
switched to a 1978 Trans Am,

license plate 3X722H2.

Copy of vehicle description.

Come back in an hour.

Hey, do you know who
you're playing with?

Do you know what you're standing in?

91 octane.

I knew a guy lit a cigarette in a
lab. He's still in the burn ward.

Open the door.

Put it away.

On your knees! Get on your knees!

No trouble, lady.

Sure there is, man. People like you
screwing up kids, someone's children.

It's here, just like she said.

- What?
- Feels like we forgot something.

No, Cris, come on. Let's just go.

- You love me or not?
- Of course I love you.

Go.

Witnesses saw a male white and female
white flee the scene in a Trans Am.

Size-nine workboots. See the
star-shaped scuff on the insole?

Buck picked that up
between Kansas and Missouri.

You know, meth labs like
to use users as workers

'cause they can pay them in product.

Lydia Campos... you figure she
worked here gave them the setup?

Right. They got to have $50, $100 Gs in
cash around here, double that in product.

- It's never been about the money before.
- Yeah, but drugs are what got Crystal

arrested and sent back home. Maybe
this was symbolic or retributive.

Or it's all about grenades.

Hey, I got a whole cache
of weapons up here, guys.

Do I, do I have something on
my... on the side of my mouth?

I'm moving out.

Okay.

What I mean is, it's a good time to buy,

and, no, it has nothing to do with you.

I
- I like living with you.

It's just that I'd like
to try living by myself.

Yeah, no, okay, I can, I
- I can see that.

- You can?
- Yeah.

Well, you haven't lived alone in,

what, 50 years?

- 40
- OK.

How can a math genius not
know how old his father is?

Of course I'm going to miss you.

Well, I mean, its not like I'm moving
out of the city or anything. I mean,

uh, we're going to see
each other all the time.

Look at this, this is
pretty, pretty nice.

You know, you got a swimming pool

and a tennis court. You
going to play tennis?

Are you sure you're all right with this?

Yeah, sure. Sure, I'm sure.

Why would I not be all right, right?

It's just that you seem a little bit
more all right than... I would expect.

No, go, go, uh, sow
your wild oats. Right?

Ah, the elusive mystery dot.

Point.

And the reason I found
it is still eluding me.

Yeah, you know, Otto
Loewi spent 17 years

searching for proof that nervous
impulses are chemically transmitted?

It came to him one night in a dream.

And he wrote it down,
but the next morning,

he woke up, he couldn't
read his own handwriting.

Now fortunately, he had the
same dream the next night.

Good for Otto Loewi.

- What do you want me to say...
- My Dad is moving out.

- You know that?
- Yeah.

He's moving into one of those
singles, you know, bachelor...

- You knew?
- Yeah.

He was concerned about how you'd react.

I don't know why, you know.

If this is something he wants to do,

I want him to be happy. You know?

Granted, it is weird; it seems
like in less than 24 hours, I

lost a housemate and kind
of gained a girlfriend.

Girlfriend?

Wait, I knew that Amita had
accepted the job at Cal Sci, but...

What if she stayed here for me?

I don't know. I'm not one to,
you know, interpret the innermost

workings of the female
psyche, but girlfriend?

I mean, I'm happy,

but, uh... but...

But what?

- It's a lot of responsibility. You know?
- Yeah.

What if we don't work out?

You know, we've only been
on a few dates, really.

What if she gave up this job for...

Oh, my God, what if she
wants to move into my house

now that my Dad is gone?

You're getting a little ahead of
yourself here, aren't you? I mean...

Well, but still...

Now, see, there's
"still." Still, still what?

This could be the old saw.

You chased her till she caught you.

I chased.

So really this map
is telling us a story.

It's the story of two people traveling
across the country, committing crimes.

But that's only half the story.

You see, it's like as if
we're looking at a plane

flying across the sky
banking and spinning.

Now, if we follow its flight path,
we may be able to discern a pattern.

Perhaps even an eventual destination.

However, there is something
that this map isn't showing us.

What we're not seeing is

that there is a second plane
chasing after that first plane.

It's affecting its movement.

It's weighing in on each
of the pilot's decisions.

- I'm that second plane.
- Exactly.

When we plot your movements

against those of your targets...
the pattern makes itself known.

Oh, some pattern. They hit, I chase.

Oh, not exactly, I mean, for instance,

you came to Los Angeles before
you even knew they were here.

Well, on a little bit of
information and a big hunch.

And when we plotted your path,

against Hoyle and Winters',

we got this.

- The missing Wyoming dot.
- Yeah. This is the Red Desert robbery.

The missing point on a curve that I
didn't even realize I was looking at.

It's a variation on something
called a pursuit curve.

It's created when one
point chases after another.

You see, if a fighter pilot
aims straight at the point

where he sees an enemy plane,

by the time he gets there,
that plane's going to be gone.

So, in order to maintain
his following distance,

he has to adjust his direction,

matching the movements of his quarry.

Now, if he wants to catch that plane,

he has to anticipate its movement,

aim his nose ahead of the lead plane.

You have been locked

in a pursuit curve with the killers.

Charlie, can the curve tell us
where they're going to turn up next?

Well, Laplace said that if he

knew the velocity and position
of every particle in the universe,

he could predict every future event.

Sure. I mean, the same principles
apply to human behavior. Right?

Megan, we will need to see
all of your profiling data.

And, Ian, we're going to need more
data on your tracking methodology.

You get the feeling that
everybody's forgotten about us?

I get that feeling a lot.

She's getting a call.

- Yeah?
- Did you see the news about the meth lab?

Yeah. It was just like
I told you, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Listen to me.

Maybe you should just leave
well enough alone, you know?

Just, uh... go.

- Leave well enough alone?
- I just meant that, uh...

Look, there's a bag for you. It's
under the mailbox on the corner.

You're a good friend.

Lydia Campos just got a
call from Crystal Hoyle.

Yeah, yeah. We heard.

The mailbox she's talking about
is visible from the front door.

If we go for it, she's going to see us.

She's still our best lead.
We've got to let her run.

What if the bag that Crystal just
left for her is full of hand grenades?

I agree. I don't think we can risk it.

Risk? What about letting these two
run loose for even one more day?

Ian, there's no decision here.
Take it! David, take the bag!

How you doing, Lydia?

Come on. I'm not carrying.

No, you were just going
to mail a letter, right?

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

Things that people
leave under mailboxes.

No way you can say that's mine.

No. Not anymore.

Turn around and put
your hands on your head.

You got the drugs back.
What else do you want?

We want Crystal,

and the grenades you virtually
handed her from the meth lab.

This girl is supposed
to be your friend, right?

You've known her since '92.
You were waitresses together.

We were both just kids.

No. She was just a 15-year-old
kid who had run away from home.

Her parents were pushing her for
grades. They wouldn't let her hang out.

Look, it didn't sound like a
house I would have run away from.

And how long was it before
you got her into drugs

It wasn't me.

She got involved with
this married guy. You know,

the kind that...

comes on like he's a friend,
finds her an apartment.

And, before he says what he really wants,
it's too late for her to say no anymore?

Six months later, she and
Billy turned up on my doorstep,

looking for a place to crash.

Billy being the married guy?

Billy being the rebound guy.

He was a total loser.

I tried to tell Cris that, but

this married guy, he
screwed her up real good.

Billy's the reason
we got busted, though.

They were his drugs.

After, she was sent back to Texas.

So why did she call you 15 years later?

She said she met someone...

someone who was going to
help make things right.

When I told her about the meth lab and
all the guns, she got real interested.

What about Billy?

Where am I supposed to find him?

I don't know.

Crystal asked me the same thing.

Billy Rivers,

arrested for dealing, banko, steeling.

Jack of all trades, master of none.

Nobody's heard from
him for about two days.

Right. Right around
the time Hoyle hit town.

If Reeves is right about the meth lab
hit, Crystal's on some payback kick.

The guy who got her busted
would be up on the list.

Yeah, along with Pierce Brenner.

The dead car salesman.

Yeah. In 1992,

he was working at a car
dealership three blocks

from where Crystal and
Lydia were waiting tables.

Lydia said that Crystal
disappeared with a married guy.

All right, so what? She runs
away, she hooks up with Brenner,

rebounds with Billy Rivers and drugs.

This isn't about a rebound.

This girl has crossed a threshold.

She is 15 years old, and
there are no more boundaries.

Wait. But she moved back home, right?

Straightened her life out, and
became some kind of model citizen.

Yeah. Until Buck Winters,
and the unfulfilled fantasy

of innocent love, and the way
that her life could have gone.

Until she killed the kid's father.

Right. Destroying any
boundaries she had left at all,

plunging her into this
even darker fantasy,

where she kills the
older guy who used her,

and destroys the drugs that sent her
back to this middle class lifestyle

that she never even wanted.

She's erasing her mistakes.

Billy Rivers is one of those mistakes.

Well, we better find her
before she does, right?

I mean, we've been through his known
associates, his favorite hangouts, right?

The guy is hiding.

And Hoyle and Winters are
out there looking for him.

What do you think about, you know, like,
adjusting the pursuit curve for that?

Uh...

for Crystal chasing Rivers.

If we can find him
fast, he'd be good bait.

You know, I've...

I've been running expressions
assuming a dog chasing a cat.

It's actually a dog chasing
a cat chasing a mouse.

- I thought I was an airplane.
- Oh, cats and dogs work better now.

The cat has two sets of
points affecting it now:

the way she adjusts her angle
of pursuit to overtake the mouse,

and the strategy she
employs to evade the dog.

Obviously, the dog's optimal strategy

is to head for the mouse
and let the cat come to him.

Then we don't have to
know his location, right?

Just where Hoyle is going
to be looking for him.

Exactly. So, if we

adjust, and weight

values for Rivers' previous
known locations... so old

addresses and sites of arrest and such,

eliminating places that we know Hoyle
has already searched, while using them

to infer her decision patterns...

Voodoo.

- Hey, Charlie.
- Hey.

You ready?

We're supposed to go to dinner.

Yeah, but if you're in
the middle of something...

I am. I'm in the middle
of pursuit curves.

I'm just trying to reduce Don's
search options for those spree killers.

- Okay.
- Yeah, but you know...

I can take a break. As long as
we go someplace close, you know?

No. Charlie, this is clearly
more important than dinner.

It is important, but
you are important, too.

Look, Charlie, we'll
both have to eat again.

Anyway, I have a seminar on Thursday

on the adaptive enumeration
of implicit surfaces,

and I should probably go over my notes.

Yeah. You sure?

- I'm sure.
- Okay.

Warrant's a go on the
cousin's house, get in there.

Charlie's math says Crystal
should show up here next.

Guys, intel has Billy Rivers'
cousin in the back bedroom.

Copy that.

- What?
- FBI, sorry about this.

Two occupants secured:
Rivers' cousin and girlfriend.

Clear to extract.

Even with all of Charlie's
math, your psych profiles,

we're putting a lot
of eggs in this basket.

You know that Crystal's
looking for Rivers.

She's been on the streets talking
to all the same people as us.

It's amazing.

When somebody starts
with all the advantages:

good home, good parents,

ends up here.

I don't think she wanted advantages.

I think she just wanted
to see what was out there.

A little advice?

When you get into heads like theirs,

make sure they don't
get into yours, too.

You're probably right.

Trans Am is coming up behind them.

We've got Winters; It
looks like he's alone.

Trans Am is parked two houses up.

She must be in a second
car, they never split up.

Yeah, but the streets are
empty. She's not in the zone.

- He's coming into the backyard.
- Copy that.

He's making his way to the back door.

Copy that.

Two more seconds, we're
going to have to take him.

Everybody, go now.

FBI! FBI, don't move!

That was a hell of a shot.

Better than he deserves.

I'm not telling you where she is.

He doesn't know. He's bait.
She almost got him killed.

You don't understand her.

Cris loves me so much,

she never lets me out of her sight.

I had to wait for her to
fall asleep just to leave.

She shot his father 14
times, right? Fourteen.

My mother drank herself to death over that
old bastard's abuse, and Cris was the only

one who was there for me.

He wanted to get her fired for that.

And she killed him to
protect your secret?

You're not listening.

I killed him.

I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt her.

The things she's already
been through in life.

You didn't tell her where
you were going, did you?

You wanted to get to
Rivers before she did?

Cris wants to talk to him.

This guy who lied to her, he
used her, he got her arrested.

Look, you see what she did to Brenner?

What almost happened to you, huh?

If you love her, Buck, you
have to help us take her safely.

Take her?

You can't lock up a force of nature.

Hey, how'd it go? Any new information?

He's young, stupid and in love.
I don't think he's going to budge.

You got any juice left
on those pursuit curves?

I'll take another look, but I

suspect we're no longer looking
at anything like a classic pursuit.

You know Dad's planning
on moving out, right?

- You okay with it?
- Of course I'm okay.

I mean, no, I'm going to miss
him, I'm going to miss the guy,

but I can certainly
understand his point of view.

Yeah, watch, he'll become
this big stud, you know?

Yeah, right.

Something else?

Oh, um, Amita,

she decided to stay at Cal Sci.

Oh, no season tickets
for the Bruins? What?

Dude, I wasn't ever
going to move to Boston.

- Well, so what's the problem?
- There's no problem.

No, no, no, don't get me wrong. No,
she's amazing. She's an amazing woman.

It just seems like I keep wondering

if she's thinking, "Is this
what I gave up Harvard for?"

Ah, she stayed. She wants
the same things you want.

Maybe I don't want those
things, though, you know?

Hmm. Yeah, look, I don't know. I mean,

I don't know if
relationships are ever exactly

what we want.

I mean, me and Robin...

- You like her?
- Yeah, I like her, I just...

I don't know.

Look, you say you
wanted a second chance.

You got it, you know? The only
thing that'll screw that up...

- Is me?
- Yeah, exactly.

17 years old

and his future is already
a forgone conclusion.

You know how fearsome a thought that is
that a single choice can determine a destiny?

Buck Winters' or
Crystal Hoyle's destiny?

One's essentially a child, the
other's a fully-formed adult.

Formed around a
15-year-old girl

who made the kind of bad decisions
that 15-year-old girls make,

and then those decisions stay
with you for the rest of your life.

I am detecting here an authority
that transcends the theoretical.

Well...

I didn't run away from home,

but I didn't walk, either.

And unlike Crystal, I can
live with all of my decisions.

I don't even regret most of them.

Does that make you uncomfortable?

Listen, I live in hotel rooms
and sleep on office sofas.

Does that make you uncomfortable?

No, I find it oddly attractive.

You continually put me
in mind of the M57 nebula.

Both of you with these layers
upon layers of endless complexity.

You know, I don't think
I'm ever going to tire of

being compared to the M57 nebula.

And thank you for breakfast. I was...

way too wound up to go home.

Hey, you should give me a call
when your orbit comes back around.

Maybe towards my place sometime.

Not exactly the kind of
guy I pictured you with.

I really wouldn't if I were you.

You know who I am, so you
know what I'm capable of.

We live or we die,

it's your choice.

What do you want to do?

Do you want to live
or do you want to die?

What I want is you to
get in the car and drive.