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( buzzer sounds,
door clangs open )

( chains jangling )

Keep it moving, boys.

- Brown?
- Yeah.

- Lewis?
- Yo.

- Nichols?
- Right.

- Williams?
- Yo.

McDowd?

- Brice?
- Yo.

All right, have a seat, boys.

All set.

Six prisoners -- processed
and secured for transfer.

Have a nice trip.

( buzzer sounding )

Check it out.

It's a 25-footer.

Boat like that, a man can sail
to Catalina,

all the way to Mexico,
if he so desired.

Yeah.

Are we there yet?

( chuckling )

( horn honking )

TRUCK DRIVER:
Out of the way, vato!

( yells, tires screeching )

( two gunshots )

( grunts )

Yo, Señor!
That your truck?

Good. Get in.

You're giving us a ride.
Vamonos!

Vamonos!
Vengase!

Get in!

DAVID: Sorry to bring you in on
your day off.

DON:
Oh, that's all right.

What's the head count here?

We got two in the bush.

Witness says there was an
accident, bus rolled over.

Minute later there's a shot,

two guys jump out,
car-jack a pick-up,

take off headed west.

Dispatcher said something
about a fatality?

Escort Marshal.

Oh... what do we know
about these guys?

Here's the file.

There's the marshal.

I take it "V" stands
for velocity.

Post-impact velocity.

Oh... and "F", that's
drag coefficient?

Yeah.
You a reconstructor?

Excuse me?

Accident reconstructor.

Oh, no... I'm a professor of applied
mathematics and I consult for the FBI.

Wow -- "professor."

Where do you teach?

CalSci.

My ex went to CalSci
for engineering.

He, uh, he actually is a reconstructor
for an insurance company now.

We met on a car
crash on the 101.

Anyway, um, nice to meet you.

Nice meeting you.

Excuse me.

DON: Well, call everybody in
and notify Fugitive Recovery.

We're gonna want them
involved, as well.

All right. Later.

You going in?

Yeah, come on.
I'll give you a ride.

- Is this them?
- Yup.

One of them has a life sentence.
No possibility of parole.

Yeah, nothing to lose.

( echoing ):
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.

It's rationality.

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

DAVID:
Fugitive one: Vincent Williams.

Until this morning,

Vincent was serving eight years
on an arson charge.

Fugitive number two
is Timothy McDowd.

He's a contract killer with a
number of drug dealers

in and around Los Angeles.

Now, he executed a federal
informant about a year and a half ago

which was witnessed by a woman
who testified against him,

so I would say her safety
is our immediate concern.

DAVID: Local news stations are
running their photos.

We're getting phone tips,
but so far, nothing has panned out.

As far as we know, neither of
them have driver's license or IDs,

so I'm not too worried
about them getting on a plane,

although we should keep our eye
on the airports, right?

My money says they stay local.

Hey...

how are you?

Everybody,
this is Agent Billy Cooper,

coming to us courtesy
of Fugitive Recovery.

Okay, so these guys

usually go
where they're familiar,

where they're affiliated.

They're both from LA,
so my guess is they stick around.

Wouldn't it be smarter to leave the
area, get away from the search?

Yeah, sure it would,
but they're not smart,

which is why they went to prison
to begin with.

DON: Which doesn't mean they're
not dangerous.

So look at the files -- I mean,
family, friends, gang pals...

that's the key to finding them.

Let's go -- let's run
these guys down, all right?

- Good to see you, buddy.
- Yeah, you look good.

I take it you two know each
other?

Yeah, well, you know I used
to work in Fugitive Recovery.

Well, we were a team.

No better way
to get to know a man

than to spend a week using a gas
station rest room as home base.

Ah, the good old days.
David Sinclair.

Pleasure.

Anyway, so, uh, how
do you wanna play it?

I'm thinking you
guys go after Williams;

I think I'll take McDowd.

All right. What about the
witness who put McDowd away?

I've got LAPD on her, but I'm gonna
go talk to her about witness protection.

Which room?

First door on the right.

Dr. Fisher.

Oh, you just need
to sign in with reception

before I can see you.

Excuse me... actually,
I'm with the FBI.

My name is Don Eppes.

Talk to you for a minute?

Uh, yeah.

Just let me know
if there's a change.

Okay.

They told you what's going on?

Yeah.

I can't tell you how much I hoped I'd
never hear the name McDowd again.

I'm sure.

Well, I mean, I can tell you we're
doing everything we can to find him.

Right. Sounds very familiar.

Well... look, I
can only imagine...

what you're going through.

Can you?

I mean, I watched this guy
kill a man in cold blood.

The day I testified, he...

looked at me and smiled,

then ran his finger
across his throat.

Look, I mean, what you did
took a lot of courage.

I mean, you got the guy a life
sentence, he threatened you.

The smart move would be to err
on the side of caution here.

Look, I-I can't do
witness protection again.

I'm sorry. I just can't do it.

Just hear me out, okay?

It's not going to be for long.

I mean, the odds are always in
our favor in these kind of cases.

I have patients.
I can't abandon them.

Doctor, I'm sure you can find
somebody to cover you.

The last time I went into protection,
I lost six months of my life.

I mean, I'm
not trying to be brave

but do you have
any specific reason

to think he's coming
after me now?

No... I mean,
nothing specific, but...

Then I'd like
to get back to work.

I'm gonna leave
the officers here.

Here and at your home.

I'm going to have
to insist on that.

Okay.

( cell phone ringing )
Excuse me.

All right. Thank you.

Eppes.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

CHP OFFICER: This is what
doesn't make sense to me.

Okay.

Why weren't the marks
from the tires...

Hey, Charlie...

Hey, this is Officer Morris of
the California Highway Patrol.

This is my father
and Dr. Fleinhardt.

Oh, please don't tell me
you got another speeding ticket?

( chuckling )

Actually, your son's helping
me with an accident investigation.

We're trying to figure
out what caused it.

ALAN: I didn't know you were
consulting for the CHP. Are you?

Don's case.

Yeah? What sort of accident
involves the FBI?

Prison bus crash.

ALAN: The one I saw on the news.

The bus with
the escaped convicts?

Don is working on that, huh?

Yeah. Why?

ALAN:
Oh, nothing.

It's just that your brother was working
on fugitive recovery once for a while,

uh... anyway...

LARRY: Appears to be basic
Newtonian mechanics...

the stuff of first-year
engineering students.

Now why have these elementary
equations so captured your imagination?

Well, the confluence
of so many unrelated factors

coming together
at a given point in time...

It's actually quite a
fascinating approach

to Bayesian inference as applied
to the analysis of time series data.

Yeah, well, as far as I know
anytime an accident happens

it's because somebody
made a mistake.

Am I right?

That's what we're trying
to figure out.

CHARLIE: The answer's not that
simple.

I mean, coincidences are
a mathematical reality.

Statistically unlikely events
can and often do occur.

Just look at the genesis
of our planet.

LARRY:
Well, now...

I agree that the factors
that brought about life on Earth

were statistically unlikely.

But given the vastness
of the cosmos,

the limitless possibilities
for matter and energy...

I'm with Einstein on this.

There are no accidents.

DAVID: Williams has been away
for two years.

You really think seeing his ex-girl
is going to be tops on his list?

First rule of man hunting:
Find his woman.

Maybe she found somebody new.

This is Williams'
prison records.

He used all his phone
privileges calling her.

How long you been with Don?

Not long.

About a year.

I remember hearing he came back
to L.A. 'cause his mom was sick.

How'd that work out?
She all right?

She died.

That's the downside
of fugitive recovery --

you tend to lose touch.

You seem to enjoy it.

Yeah, the work kind of gets
in your blood, I guess.

Your boss was damn good at it.

He was?

Spent two weeks
in a cemetery once,

waiting for this guy to show up
at his wife's grave...

Grabbed him as he was putting
a dozen roses on her headstone.

( chuckling )

She died while he was
in prison, huh?

No, just before he went.

He's the one who killed her.

Hey, here we go...

The cans are still
on her property.

Technically, we need a warrant.

Only if we're trying
to build a court case.

We don't have to please
the lawyers on this one.

Here...

use it.

Lady's been shopping.

Lingerie store.

She must have heard
from Williams.

( cell phone ringing)
Well, see?

Just a matter of time now.

Sinclair... when?

DAVID: They found the pickup
truck that was hijacked.

Registration gives the
owner's name as Alberto Diaz.

Runs a gardening
company out of Arleta.

Tried his office,
tried his home.

No answer at either.

See if any cars were reported stolen
in, like, a three-block radius.

They may have picked up
another vehicle by now, you know?

All right.

You guys got a line on them yet?

Who are you?

Danny Reed, LAPD Narco.

Hey, Danny, how are you?
Don Eppes. FBI.

Yeah, I recognized the suit.

Why is Narco interested in this?

McDowd.

I was working a multiple drug
slaying when you guys swooped in

and stole him from
me a while back.

Oh, yeah?

Well, we appreciate any
assistance you can give us.

I'm sure you would.

So, if the guy's in the wind,
he's fair game, right?

Listen, Reed, my priority here is
apprehending a federal prisoner.

What's yours?

My priority is seeing
if I can get

the State of California to stick
a needle in McDowd's arm.

Oh, I see.

The Feds already had
their chance, remember?

Yeah, we put him away for life.

I'll be sure to tell that escort
marshal's widow you said so.

You're not going to get in
my way on this, now, are you?

( cell phone rings )
No, sir, Agent Eppes.

- Good, we're clear on that?
- Very clear.

Good.

Eppes.

Yeah, Charlie.

Okay.

Nobody touches this truck.

LARRY: I can understand the
fascination of kinematic equations

when working alongside an
attractive female police officer,

but... why
all the lawn equipment?

What you said about the confluence
of the cosmos triggered a thought.

Ah, note to self: Never talk
quantum theory again.

The initial velocity of the bus

barely exceeds
that of the flatbed.

The gap between them

closing slowly, approximately
two feet per second.

Okay, and then along comes
the skateboard?

That's right.
The pickup truck.

The pickup truck pulls
along the right side of the bus,

Its velocity is 13 miles per
hour greater than that of the bus.

Now, at this point,

the gap between the bus
and the flatbed truck

is at least 84 feet.

Okay, that's ample enough room

for the pickup to safely
maneuver in front of the bus.

However,
the gap suddenly closed.

The pickup veers
in front of the bus...

( tires squeal )
...forcing the bus to maneuver

and hit the guardrail,

which causes it to torque and...

flip onto its side.

How did that gap close so quickly
between the bus and the flatbed?

Two possibilities.

One -- the bus greatly increased
its velocity.

No, no, no, given
the mass of the bus,

that's extremely unlikely.

Or two --

the flatbed truck

reduced its speed
at the critical moment,

causing the pickup to veer
in front of the bus.

That's it.

- The flatbed slowed down.
- That's right.

LARRY:
Well, that would mean...

A Markov Chain.

- Exactly.
- DON: Gentlemen.

What's all this?

Just trying to make sense of
something that doesn't make sense.

Thought that's what you do best.

What, uh, what's the problem?

Well, apparently,
that seed spreader.

The flatbed truck.

What-what about it?

The crash wasn't an accident.

Don, it was staged.

All these different
events and factors --

from the initial velocity
of the bus

to its final torque --

all of these create
what's called a Markov Chain.

What kind of chain?

Markov. A sequence
of random values

where the probabilities
at any given time

depend on the values
at a previous time.

The controlling factor
in a Markov Chain

is called
the transitional probability.

Now, in this case,

the bus reaches
a certain point in the road

just as the truck
blocks the lane,

just as the pickup
cuts off the bus.

Which tells you
it wasn't an accident?

Bayesian statistics and the
Chapman-Kolmogorov equation tell me that.

Are you sure you're his brother?

CHARLIE: If the flatbed truck
had maintained its initial velocity,

well, then the pickup
should have enough space

to roam freely past
the bus safely --

but it didn't.

The truck slowed down
just at the right moment

just as the pickup
timed its move,

forcing the bus
to veer violently and overturn.

So the pickup driver and
the flatbed guy are in on it.

Only the gardener's missing.

Let's go find that truck driver.

Good job, Charlie.
Thanks.

FOREMAN: What'd you say
this driver's name was again?

Chris Dunlap.

Well, we sub-out sometimes,

but that's not a name
I've ever heard before.

DON: Well, he was interviewed at
the crash site.

He was driving
one of your trucks.

My trucks weren't out yesterday.

We're in the middle of a
licensing dispute with the city.

None of our equipment
has rolled in three days.

Well, the number on this one
says 202.

Maybe you got the wrong company.

No, we don't have
the wrong company.

Yeah, well, all right.
There it is.

Truck's right over here.

Now, you guys
keep mileage logs, right?

We're required to by law.

- Whoa!
- FOREMAN: Oh, my God!

Yeah, he's cold.

I don't think we're gonna need
that log anymore.

All right, step back, please.
( camera shutter clicks )

Hey, Eppes.

DAVID: Don.
- Hey.

Dead driver's name wasn't
Dunlap; it was Brian Zane.

Handful of possession charges.

Coroner pulled a .40-caliber
slug out of his chest.

And I have something
on the missing gardener.

- Is he still alive?
- Alive enough to board a flight

to Mexico City the
night of the crash.

You're kidding.

Which leaves no way to question
him.

Why are these guys going to
so much trouble to cover up?

There's nothing in Williams'
profile to suggest he's

capable of pulling
something like this off.

Yeah, well, I think it's McDowd.

Worried about the witness?

Yes, I am.

Charlie's here.

Hey, buddy.
What's all this?

I've been looking
at all the data you have.

I'm trying to analyze the methodology
you guys use to hunt fugitives.

I was explaining
some of the basics to Charlie,

how we focus
on family and friends.

So what do you got?

Well, I've been looking at the information
that is coming in from these tip lines.

Uh, possible sightings
of Williams and McDowd.

Oh, and violent crimes
that have been committed

since their escape that may have
links to their movements.

You're saying you can do what I do
with just these numbers on the board?

Well, I'm sure you'll
correct me if I'm wrong,

but the idea is...
to determine

what areas have a greater
statistical probability

of being visited
by your fugitive,

areas, uh, with family,

areas around former friends.

I mean, those would have
greater probability.

Others would have less.

I mean, I... you know, I mean,

it's the exact same thing I do
with an equation.

I mean, I don't mean to replace
your expertise, but...

( phone rings )
I'm just trying

to cut down your legwork.

Agent Sinclair.

- Hey, I'm all for that.
- DAVID: Okay. Thanks.

Williams was just spotted
at the girlfriend's house.

And I'll bet she's wearing
that pretty outfit, too.

Put together an entry team.
I'll call you when we're there.

Okay.

Williams got here an hour ago,
went in the back.

An hour?

So he'll probably be tapping
the girlfriend by now.

Looks like there's a dead bolt.

Convicts like their privacy.

I'm gonna call the entry team.

What?
Hey, and spoil our fun?

Oh, man, tell these guys
to go cover the back.

Let's you and me
go in and grab his ass.

Man...

You ready?

Let's do it.

( hip-hop playing )

( woman screams )
FBI! Don't move!

- Don't move!
- Get your hands in the air!

- Don't do it! Don't do it!
- Get your hands up!

- Up against the wall!
- Get 'em up, both of 'em!

Stand on your
feet! Up! Up!

( hip-hop continues )

I got a .22-caliber.

Not the one from the bus.

Not the one that did the truck
driver, either. Get up. Get up!

Don't you move!

Turn around and bring your
hands behind your back.

Palms up.
That's right.

COOPER:
Eight-year sentence for arson.

Up for parole in four.

You were halfway home, Vincent.

Well, not anymore, Coop.

I mean, not with
a murder on his head.

Murder? I didn't do no murder.

No? What about
the marshal on the bus you shot?

You know that guy was
a father with two kids?

That was McDowd, man!

You know,
it's a real surprise you saying that,

especially since McDowd's not
here!

Hey! I didn't even know what was
gonna happen till we crashed.

Then McDowd told me to pretend
like I was hurt.

Guard starts back to help.

Next thing I know,
McDowd shot the dude.

So McDowd knew
the bus was gonna crash?

It seemed like he did, yeah.

Seemed like he did?

What else did it
seem like he knew?

Look we've got a dead
Federal marshal on our hands.

Someone's gonna pay for it --
at this point, it's you.

- McDowd's gonna kill somebody.
- Who?

He didn't tell me that,
but that's why he broke out.

( door opens )

DAVID:
LAPD just got a solid tip.

McDowd was spotted
40 minutes ago,

Sixth and Alvarado.

DON:
Let's go.

( rock music playing )

All right, he's here.

Back room, southeast corner.

So, how many inside?

15 plus the bartender.

All right, heads up,
everybody. He's here.

Our guy is inside, back
room, southeast corner.

You're gonna stand by.
Repeat: stand by.

How many out back?

A couple of LAPD plainclothes.

Bar closes in about an hour.

Less civilians
if things go south.

Yeah. You're right.

All right, listen up,
we're gonna hold here.

Maintain surveillance.

Repeat: maintain
surveillance.

POLICEMAN:
Copy that.

( gunshots )
What was that?

- Shots fired.
- Shots fired. Shots fired.

Go, go, go!
( screaming )

( gunshots )

( clamoring voices )

DON:
FBI!

FBI!

( Cooper shouting )

(sirens wailing,
tires squealing )

Whoa, hang on, man.

Where is he?
Where'd he go?

I don't know. I didn't see him.

He got away.

What do you mean, he got away?

I made entry,
McDowd drew his weapon.

I had no choice
but to open fire.

You made entry? I had command!
I said maintain surveillance.

- I didn't get that.
- We had him, you moron!

Must have been on
a different tac frequency!

He harms anyone --
you understand me,

touches anyone --
it's on your head.

Okay, thanks.

Anything?

Not yet.

Come on, Don,
you know how it works:

things don't always,
you know, pop right away.

Everything was popping just
fine till that idiot Reed showed up.

I asked around about him.

He has a reputation for playing
things a little fast and loose.

Well, you know what, sometimes
that's not a bad thing.

So what do you say
you and I go bust some heads?

Let McDowd's people
know there's not gonna

be any rest for the wicked
till someone gives him up.

DAVID:
Bust some heads?

You really think
you can scare McDowd's folks

more than McDowd already has?

Well, you know, it's better
than sitting on our asses.

The tips we got nearly paid off.

Don, we had this guy
at the bar, okay?

We're gonna get him again.

Is this how you roll now?

Look, back off, Coop -- I got
a witness here to think about.

I'm not taking any chances.

( Charlie sighs )

You know,

I'm sensing a growing level
of frustration here.

I think you better step outside,
get some air...

( sighs )

...maybe let the
problem percolate a little.

Percolating is not gonna solve
the central dilemma here, Larry.

Well, what is it?

I'm trying to map out
McDowd's movements.

McDowd -- he would be
our fugitive, huh?

The yellow dots are unsolved or
uncredited crimes

that have occurred
since the bus crash.

Crimes possibly
committed by McDowd.

But those aren't the problems.
The problems are the blue dots.

Sightings of McDowd called in

to LAPD and FBI tip lines.

Each dot is a time and a place,

but there are...
there are hundreds of them.

Okay, so the problem
is too much data.

The problem is corrupt data,
Larry, fictitious data.

Here, look.
9:00 a.m.

Right? 9:00 a.m.

McDowd is sighted in three
separate locations, miles apart.

Okay, okay, so the public,

however well-meaning,
is actually hampering the search

by calling in
too many sightings.

Unless this man has the ability

to be in three places at once.

Hey... that's not
entirely impossible.

I mean, quantum theory
does state...

Okay.

Well, for the purposes
of this discussion,

I'll concede the point.

Why are you staring at me?

Because...

we're on to something.

McDowd cannot be
in three places at once.

However, if we analyze

those incompatibilities...

Okay, okay, okay.

So we would use
Bayesian analysis to...

To graph the most recent cluster
of sightings

to determine which of those
sightings are most likely true.

( indistinct voices )

DON:
Dr. Fisher.

Agent Eppes, are
you always on duty?

Well, hey, look
who's talking here.

Yeah, well, I'm
almost off, finally.

You checking up on me?

No.

What? What is it?
What's wrong?

You're gonna have
to go into protection.

Okay, I-I thought
we had this conversation,

and that I'd made myself clear.

Karen, listen to me.

You asked if we had
anything specific, and we do.

The guy who escaped

with McDowd said he is in fact
after someone.

But the policeman said

you-you spotted him,
that you had him.

Right. We did.

Okay, I'm sorry, I-I don't know

what to tell you,
but he got away.

But nothing is gonna
happen to you,

and we're not gonna
let him get to you.

But you got
to trust me now, okay?

Please. It's just like
your patients do with you.

Okay.

CHARLIE:
Most people believe

that they can trust
their instincts.

However, math suggests

that our instincts
aren't always correct.

We're gonna play a little game.

I want you all to pretend that
we're on a game show, and

I'm your cheesy game show host.

( laughter )

And behind one of these cards
is a brand new automobile.

And behind the
other two are goats.

Yeah, goats.

Now, I need a volunteer.

Uh...

come on, more of you than that.
Come on.

Julie.

Why don't you pick
one of these cards?

Remembering of course,
the object is to win the car,

not the goat.

I'll take the one in the middle.

She takes the middle card.

And what are the chances

that that card
is the winning card?

One in three.

Three choices, one car, right?

One in three, it's
simple enough, right?

Now, here's where
the game's gonna take a turn.

I'm going to reveal to you one of
the cards that you did not choose.

So, we have two cards
yet to be revealed.

Now, knowing what you know,

do you
want to switch your choice?

Or, more importantly,
for the purposes of this class,

does it matter?

Will switching your choice
improve your chances of winning?

Well, no. Because now, two
cards... it's 50-50, right?

How many people agree with her?

That's what your instinct
tells you, but you'd be wrong.

Switching your
cards at this point

actually doubles your
chances of winning the car.

How?

Well, since we started out
with two goats,

It's more likely

that your first choice
was a goat.

What are the odds
of choosing the goat?

Two out of three.

Right. So it's more likely
that this is a goat,

less likely that it's a car,

and it's more likely that
this card is a car.

See, switching your
choice gives you

a two-out-of-three
chance of winning the car,

rather than the one-out-of-three
chance that we all began with.

( students murmuring )

Vroom, vroom.

All right. You won a car,
Julie. Congratulations.

All right. Well, you know what?

I think...
Yeah, yeah, we're out of time.

So, uh, go home,
make some of these for yourselves,

Put together some
reasonable "n" samples,

and, uh... yeah,
see what happens.

I'll see you all
next week. Thanks.

Hi, Dad. What are
you doing here?

Oh, I like coming
whenever Charlie

gives one of these
math-for-dummies lectures.

It's the only time I actually
understand what he's talking about.

This is Billy Cooper.
He's an agent I work with.

- Hi.
- Sir.

We've met before, haven't we?

Oh, yeah.
I couldn't remember...

You worked a case
with Don out here once?

- Back in the day, yes, sir.
- Yeah.

Donny, can I talk
to you for a minute?

Yeah, sure.
Just give me a second.

Yeah.

Um, w-what-what are you
doing? What's going on?

What are you talking about?

Well, I-I haven't
seen you for days.

I'm working.

Yeah, I know, Charlie told me.

Are you going back
to manhunting now?

Oh, I see. Dad, come on.

- Hmm?
- Don't. This is one case.

I seem to recall
your saying that

about only one case once before,

but, if you remember,
they were not

- good days for you, or for me.
- Yeah.

I mean, we didn't hear
from you for weeks.

We didn't even know
where the hell you were.

- Dad...
- You do realize that

chasing after someone

you could be running away
from yourself at the same time.

Hey, thanks for coming down.

Yeah, we just got here.

- What's up?
- Hey, Charlie.

- What'd you think?
- Oh, I loved it.

- I loved it. Yeah.
- Yeah?

- It was great.
- You weren't bored?

Bored? No, no, no.
Are you kidding?

I can go out and win a goat,

or a car if I'm lucky.

Well, anyway,

I guess you guys have something
to talk to each other about,

so I'll see you at home, okay?

Both of you, hmm?

What have you got?

This is the map you guys
have been working from.

It details every sighting,

every phone tip concerning McDowd's
whereabouts over the last 36 hours.

And what's that one?

This is from my algorithm.

I tried to filter the good
tips from the bad tips,

at least try to target those with
the greater probability of accuracy.

And all this gives us what?

McDowd's actual movements.

You see,

these dots represent not only
places, but times as well,

so if we're
working sequentially,

we can follow him from here
to here to here to here.

So, where he's been and
where he's possibly headed.

That's exactly right.

The only problem is, these movements
are not in McDowd's known territory.

To me, it looks like
he's moving in circles, right?

Actually, this pattern is a
series of concentric circles.

They're almost like...

Almost like he's hunting.

The pattern is similar to ones that
carnivores use to stalk large prey.

Can we narrow this even more?

I want to look at the movements
that are within the hunting pattern.

Like he's looking
for the medical clinic?

Yeah, and maybe
the witness's house.

Well, okay. If we eliminate
the movements

not connected to this pattern...

...then the movements

become confined

to this area right here.

You know what?
That's Zee-Boys' territory.

- Zee-Boys?
- Yeah.

It's this Asian gang.

I mean, drugs, gun-running,
the whole nine yards.

Yeah, but this area has
nothing to do with the witness,

so who's he after?

The gang's run by this character
named Romeo Choi,

I mean, a real piece of work.

DEA's been after him, but they
haven't been able to make a case.

- Hmm.
- Whoa, wait a minute.

What is it?

I think there's a
shipping depot here

that's supposed to be
a front for the Zee-Boys.

You think Choi's
McDowd's target?

Could be.

You said DEA's been
after Choi for a while.

Yeah, but they've just been
banging their heads against a wall.

You smell that?

Yeah. Someone
fired a gun?

More than once.

Still warm.

If this is McDowd's work...

We must have just missed him.

I've been through every file
on McDowd and Choi.

And there's nothing
that links them together.

DON: Well, there's got to be.
He was hunting him.

Maybe it was a power-grab.

Maybe McDowd's trying to
take over Choi's drug operation.

Zee-Boys got a long chain
of command.

No way McDowd just steps in.

Okay, so maybe McDowd's
working with somebody else.

I mean, the guy was
a contract killer.

All right.

Look, let's just break it down.

We got the bus accident.

We got the gardener
and the truck driver in on it.

Now, I say there's
got to be more players.

Someone had to know
McDowd was being transferred.

Someone had to.

Donnie, anyone with
that kind of information's

working on the inside,
and it's a long list.

Prison officials,
corrections officers.

Well, according to this,

McDowd and Williams
are in the fourth row.

All right, Williams
against the window.

McDowd is across the aisle.

All right, say you're
McDowd over here.

What are you thinking?

That's Williams.

I mean, we've been assuming...

that he freed himself
with the guard's keys.

Yeah, after he shot him.

But you're McDowd,
and I'm the guard.

There's no way
I can reach your gun.

Not unless your hands
are already free.

DON:
That your signature?

What about it?

Got six prisoners processed
and secured for transfer?

Yeah, that's right.

Only they weren't secured,
were they?

At least not McDowd.

Look, I-I don't, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Hey, what we're talking about
is the fact that

McDowd was able to get the gun
away from the Marshal

and kill him with it, that's
what we're talking about.

See, the problem is that McDowd

was supposed to be shackled
at the time.

The, the chain must've broke
during the crash.

It didn't. We checked.

And the thing I can't
reconcile with --

because I looked
in your file, Raynor --

I mean, you got 15 years,
positive performance.

You're gonna help
someone like McDowd?

What, are you strapped for cash?

Huh? Some gangbanger
threaten your life?

Which doesn't matter,
'cause either way,

you're looking at
a murder conspiracy.

And I know you know
what I'm talking about here.

We want your cooperation.

You give it to us, we make sure
the U.S. attorney knows about it.

Otherwise we toss you over to
the guys you've been guarding.

( sighs )

He arrested my brother.

Who arrested your brother?

He planted evidence.

A drug charge.

But who're they gonna believe?

If he wanted to send my little
brother to prison, he could do it.

Wait, hold on...

- I've seen it done before.
- Ho-Hold on.

Just back up now. What are
we talking about here, Raynor?

LAPD.

Detective Reed.

So Reed frees McDowd.

McDowd kills Choi.

There's got to be
a connection there.

DAVID:
There is.

DEA just turned Choi as
an informant six weeks ago.

Well, there it is.
Choi was cooperating?

Yep, and apparently
Reed's name came up

in some of Choi's
debriefing sessions.

The DEA was just starting
to look into Reed.

So Reed finds out
Choi's gonna make him dirty,

gets McDowd out to kill Choi.

- Yep.
- Reed was investigating McDowd.

They definitely
have a relationship.

What does McDowd get in
return for killing Choi?

Isn't his freedom enough?

No, Reed's too smart for that.

He's gonna hold something back
to guarantee that McDowd'll deliver.

He's right. If McDowd's free,
he could just disappear.

There's Karen.
It's the witness.

We got her in a safe house.

No, Reed's unit would definitely
be part of that DEA task force.

He'd have access
to the Fed's database.

We got to get to
that safe house.

He's alive.

We got an agent down.
( man yells )

Go that way.
( woman cries )

Shut up, Karen!
( cries )

DON:
FBI!

( cries )
Please help me!

Let her go, McDowd!

( screams )

Get in the room, lock the door!

Coop, he's heading to the roof!

( panting )

You move, there's a hole in your
head, you understand me?

You might as well shoot.

I'm already dead.

He could just fall off the roof.

Save your witness
a bunch of sleepless nights.

You'll never change.

You could at least grab his gun.

( sighs heavily )

Thanks.

It'll just be
a few more minutes...

Hey.

How you doing?

I'm, um... I'm okay.

Yeah? You're sure?

Yeah.

How about you?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You should really get
that looked at, you know.

Oh, right.

You don't know a doctor
by any chance, do you?

I might.

Donnie, we got eyeballs on Reed.

Okay. I got to go.

We'll make sure we get
you home now, okay?

Hey, Siegel!

- Yo! Okay.
- Take care.

Okay.

Hey, Agent Eppes...

Thanks.

Okay, there you go, man.

Gracias.

DON:
Don't move, Reed.

- Drop the bags.
- What the hell is...?

Drop the bags!
Get your hands up.

Get 'em up!

Ah, come on, who do you think
they're gonna believe?

A convicted murderer
or a decorated cop?

My money's on the convict.

Give me your hands.
Turn around.

Let's go.

Hey.

So, you're out of here?

Heading to Phoenix.

Meth tweaker I been chasing.

No chance we can get you
to stick around,

maybe put in for a position
around here?

What, and settle down?

Hey...

It's not bad, Coop,
I got to tell you.

You don't miss it?

No. Not really, no.

The rush you get when
you're hauling his ass in...

Your fugitive's
a couple hours ahead of you

and you're closing ground.

All right, maybe a little.

Hey, but not being in touch
with my family,

not being able to talk to
anybody, I don't miss that.

I don't know,
I think L.A.'s good for me.

Well...

that's a good thing.

Keep your head down, huh?

I'll do that.

- It's the rook.
- Right.

It's not too distracting
for you, is it, Charlie...

Yeah, Charlie.

...you working and playing
chess at the same time?

Me? I'm fine.

It's not me you guys
need to be worried about.

Okay.
We'll see about that.

- Mm-hmm.
- Gentlemen...

winning isn't everything.

DON:
Oh, since when?

- No, no, come on, come on.
- You! Winning isn't everything.

Since you guys never win.

Come on, who cares who wins?

It's about having fun.

You know, being together
and talking to each other

and, uh, having
a little face time.

Okay, Charlie.

Yeah, and by the way,
"anomaly" has only one "O," Charlie.

- What?
- Yeah.

It's all right.
It's your move.

You know what, do me a favor,
leave me alone, okay?

I use that word in math
every single day, okay?

I can spell that word.

We know that you know
how to use it, but

you certainly don't
know how to spell it.

It's "a-l-y," not "o-l-y."

And by the way,
it's your turn again, Charlie.

I know how to spell
the word "anomaly," okay?

No, you don't.

Get a dictionary.

Right now, get a dictionary.

- I think you better.
- All right.

You know how many times
I use that word in a day,

every day?

No, but I do know
that it's your turn.

My turn? All right, here.

- Very nice.
- I see the word.

- Here you go.
- There's no way that...

DON:
That would be one "O."

Is this a reliable dictionary?

( scoffs )

Come on, Charlie.

I can't believe that.

Well, you better believe it.
And guess what?

What?

ALAN:
Checkmate.

Checkmate.

Oh...

Yeah, I see.

You guys are ganging
up on me, huh?

What, you did that on purpose,
that little distraction thing, huh?

- Oh, come on, Charlie.
- That's good.

Chess is... not just about
moving pieces, you know.

Well, you know what?
( phone rings )

This is the last game.
I'm not playing anymore.

- Oh, come on!
- Eppes.

( chuckling )

All right, I'll be there
in 20 minutes.

All right, guys, sorry.
Hate to win and run,

but I got to go.

- Didn't you just get off work?
- Now I'm back on.

Well, I guess you got to do
what you got to do.

Sorry.
Look, I'll call you guys later.

Maybe we'll grab a
bite to eat, all right?

- Right.
- Yeah, don't worry.

I'll take care of the old man
while you're gone.

- All right, see you, guys.
- See ya.

"Old man?"

I use it strictly
as a term of endearment, Father.

Well, you better prepare
yourself, my little boy,

because this old man's
gonna kick your ass.

Oh, yeah?

What, are you going
to cheat again?

No. I'm going to get
the Scrabble board.

( stammers )
S... uh...

Scrabble's missing a piece.