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♪ Do you believe
what you see...? ♪

( water splashing gently )

( gentle pop music continues )

( phone ringing )

Coming.

Hello?

( dial tone )

Hmm.

Hmm.

( screams )

No!

( panting )

( soft groan )

( whimpering )

911. What's your emergency?

Somebody... please help me...

Someone's trying to kill me!

- ( banging on door )
- Help me!

( indistinct excited chatter )

Uh, you know what?
It's all right.

Ever since they, uh,
made the goalie pads smaller,

my stats analysis has been
thrown off anyway, so...

You're no fun, man.

Hockey is-is-is more than stats.

The stats are fun for-for me.

Why do they want pictures of us?

- He's a famous mathematician!
- No, don't do that.

Go ahead, get your vogue on,
Charlie, go ahead.

Hey. Victor Smith,

L.A.P.D. Threat Assessment.

Don Eppes. This is my brother Charlie.
He consults with the bureau.

What do you got here?

Looks like
he broke the security system.

Scared her pretty good.

What, she was here by herself?

Yeah, her husband's overseas
making a movie.

We called and left word.

Apparently, she's been receiving
threatening cards

and letters for some time now.

Never took them seriously.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, looks like
this psycho was nice enough

to use the U.S. mail,
make this a federal case.

Well, lucky us.

Yeah, she's right
around the corner.

Skylar Wyatt.
Amita loves her,

listens to her CDs all the time.

Oh, yeah?

Just hang back for
a second, will you?

All right, Officer,
I got it, thanks.

How you doing?

I'm Don Eppes.
I'm with the F.B.I.

( sighs )

You okay?

- I'm all right, I guess.
- Yeah?

So, what can you tell me
about the intruder?

He had something over his face.

I couldn't really see him.

Sorry.

Oh, that's all right,
I understand.

How long have you been getting
these letters?

About six months.

( clears throat )

And you never reported them
to the police?

I thought if I told the police
that it'd be all over the news,

and I'd get even more letters.

Well, the first thing
that's going to happen is,

we're going to have
to read the letters.

And, uh, if there's any others
that might have been sent

to your agents or managers
or any of those types,

we'll have to see them, as well.

Okay?

The guy got in my house.

You will get him, right?

Well, we're going
to do our best.

MEGAN: Stalkers
fall into six basic types:

Rejected, Resentful, Predatory,

Intimacy Seeker,

Incompetent Suitor...

DAVID: What if you know somebody
who qualifies on all accounts?

What if you think
you're dating one?

You guys can laugh,
but studies show that 85%

of all women will experience
some form of stalking in their lifetime.

Starts with flowers,
and then letters and then dead bunnies.

Well, how about celebrities?

MEGAN: Public figures
are typically

stalked by incompetent suitors
or erotomaniacs.

And it's not that common for
celebrity stalkers to become violent.

Why do you think this one has?

Maybe the guy's approached her
at a public event.

He's insulted
that she didn't single him out

for some kind
of special attention.

You think Skylar Wyatt's
actually had contact with this guy?

Most likely
without her even knowing it.

DAVID:
$20,000 security system.

This guy's the Invisible Man.

Look, camera placement is based
on a sophisticated formula

of focal lengths and
field of view geometries.

They should have picked him up.

She calls 911,
by the time the police arrive

seven minutes later,
stalker is gone.

How come the cameras
didn't see him leave?

Maybe he hid in the house,
waited.

DAVID: L.A.P.D. cleared it twice,
man. It makes no sense.

They found his footprints
outside.

Check with the neighbors, see
if anyone saw anything unusual.

Right? You know,
stranger, cat missing.

Someone saw something.

He didn't just disappear.

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 that we know.

When you said
that you'd purchased a new car,

this isn't exactly
what I was picturing.

Oh, I know.

I guess it was a little
impulsive of me, right?

Very Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

MEGAN: Nice car, Dr. Fleinhardt.

Is it new?

Well, only in the sense that
it's newly in my possession.

And it's, like, a '32?

Uh, '31, actually.

Dawn of an amazing
decade -- F.D.R.,

Jesse Owens, Dirac's prediction
of antiparticles.

Yeah, our souls were rekindled.

CHARLIE: I can't help but
see it as 70-year-old technology.

LARRY: You're just jealous
because you can't drive a stick shift.

Hey, you can't beat automatic
transmission with cruise control.

Charlie tells us you're looking
for Skylar Wyatt's stalker.

Yeah.

Her security video
didn't pick up his image.

And I understand that camera
placement is done by math formulas?

Well, whoever designed it
probably isn't as good as you,

so maybe you'll find something
they missed.

Larry, a more modern pursuit.

Okay.

Anything?

Yeah. So, on this block
last night, there was

one Zone diet delivery,

two Atkins deliveries,
and a Jenny Craig.

What happened to pizza
and Chinese, man?

Well, this guy down here --
he had a pizza delivered.

Yes.

Of course, then he had
a reflexologist come by

for about an hour and a half.

- ( laughs )
- What about you? What'd you get?

In addition to the usual crowd
of paparazzi,

there's been cable, satellite,

and Department
of Water and Power.

And not much empathy
for Skylar Wyatt.

Yeah, well, I guess
I can understand that.

How so?

Well, I'm just saying,
if I paid for this view,

I wouldn't want it ruined
by people standing around

trying to take pictures of my
neighbor sunbathing topless, you know?

Chvatal's Art Gallery Theorem?

That would assume a simple
polygon, though, wouldn't it?

Polygons.

ALAN:
Wow.

I was wondering why we
had no cereal left...

or anything else
that was in the cupboard.

What in the world...

CHARLIE:
I needed the cartons.

We're building a replica
of Skylar Wyatt's house.

We're checking the positioning of
her security cameras for a blind spot.

Why didn't you just go to
the house and use that?

Well, as part of this test,

we need to be able
to manipulate these walls so as

to determine what types
of angles would be possible

under different scenarios.

That'll help us calculate
these potential blind spots.

And for some reason, they won't let
us move the walls of the actual house.

How inflexible of them.

What is, uh...

What are those?

CHARLIE: That's where the FBI
found two footprints.

Ah. What conclusions
have you come up with?

LARRY:
Well, for some reason,

we have too many cameras.

That's probably because neither
one of you can read a blueprint.

Let me just take a look at this.

Now, you see here,

you got the slide door
in the wrong place,

and the dimension of
the parapet is wrong.

It's too high.

Let me fix it for you.

I-I feel like
I'm in the fifth grade again.

Remember, uh... remember, Dad,
when we did that shoe box thing?

- Yeah, the diorama.
- Right.

Of Lincoln's Gettysburg Address.

- The one.
- ALAN: Yeah.

Your mother and I were so happy

to be able to help you out
with anything school-related

that you conned us into
doing the whole thing for you.

Hey, what are you...! I helped
calculate the aspect ratios

so we could get
the depth effect right.

Yeah, and certainly,
aspect ratios were the key

to perhaps the greatest oratory
ever written.

ALAN: There it is.
Right size.

CHARLIE: Every entry and exit
point seems to be covered in this array.

The cameras
should have seen him.

Okay, well,

forgive me if I seem
overly reductive here,

but how do we know anyone
was actually in this house?

Well, you had
that celebrity, right?

She said she saw him.

Right. Plus, there are also
these footprints, Larry.

I mean, this isn't,
uh, Sasquatch.

Must be something wrong
with the cameras.

They were all functioning.

ALAN: Well, maybe there's something
wrong with the way they function.

Okay, let's remember:
the human eye

can only detect color within a
certain narrow range of the spectrum.

Now, a camera, which replicates
the ability of the human eye,

is just as limited,
if not more so.

You're right.

The camera's an eye...

and eyes don't see everything.

The cameras looked
right at the stalker...

just didn't know it.

How did that happen?

The camera's iris is designed to
imitate the function of the human eye.

When we stare directly into light,
our pupil contracts,

keeping too much light
from blinding us.

And when it's dark,
our pupils dilate,

gathering in all the light
it can find.

A camera's iris works
the exact same way.

It widens when it's dark,
narrows when it's light.

Of course, the human eye
does this much more smoothly.

A camera has a device
called a galvanometer,

which opens and closes its iris.

Now, no doubt, your stalker
had a remote

tuned to the frequency of the
cameras' galvanometer control.

All he had to do was freeze
the iris here... here... here...

Each time,

he only needed a second
that looked perfectly natural,

like the second it takes for a
camera to adjust from dark to light.

Yeah, but to know what the
camera positions were

and then to move
with such incredible timing...

CHARLIE: He would have had
to have had access to the grounds

prior to the night
of the break-in.

But, well, you're just talking
speculation now, right?

Absolutely, it was...
until I ran a curvelet analysis

on the obscured portions
of the recording.

Curvelet's
a mathematical analysis

that defines the edges
of an image.

The analysis reformatted the
pixels that were available...

producing the stalker's image.

Wow. If I didn't
know any better,

I'd say our stalker was a ghost.

DAVID:
We're running down anyone

who's had access to Skylar's
place in the past year --

contractor, pool guy, everybody.

Well, whoever it was
studied those cameras,

you know, I mean,
their positions.

Somehow, was able to get
past them -- I don't know.

- We'll work it.
- Right.

Hey.

Hey, can Charlie get anything
else off that video image?

Well, he's working on it.

How about you and those letters?

I think I got
something interesting.

Interesting good or
interesting bad?

It's never that good
when it comes to a psychopath.

But these are the last 20 letters
that Skylar received from this guy.

Uh-huh.

They're filled with expressions
of apologetic behavior.

So he knew what he
was doing was wrong.

Actually, he thinks
he's being responsible.

He's afraid he offended her
with the previous one,

so now he's trying to make up
for it with acts of kindness and love.

But then,
his tone changes again.

In these last few,
he's saying, "You're an idiot

"and people are using you.

And if you're not careful,
you're going to end up dead."

I'd say that's
when he started stalking her.

- And when were these sent?
- Three weeks ago.

So give me some things
that might...

trigger a change like that.

Well, something happened that
he perceives to be a rejection,

and he's afraid of being alone.

And he's mad at his victim for
putting him in this position.

That's when stalking
usually begins.

So we should narrow our search down
to people who've had contact with her

- in, like, the last three weeks.
- Mm-hmm.

What do you think the chances
are of him laying low for a while?

None.

He'll keep coming back at her
again and again until he's successful,

or until we stop him.

SKYLAR: So you're saying that this
nut job could be somebody that I know?

Yeah, but probably only
that you know vaguely.

Thank you.

Maybe that you met at a public event
or somebody that you worked with.

Maybe someone stopped you or
asked you for an autograph recently...

I had a CD signing
a couple of weeks ago.

There were a lot of fans there.

Does that help you any?

MEGAN: Well, a couple weeks ago
is when the letters started escalating.

I could probably get a warrant
to look at the security videos.

Damn it.

All right, look...

I know this is difficult
for you, but...

But what?

It comes with the territory?

It's a necessary evil?

Actually, I was gonna say I
respect the way you're handling this.

Sorry.

When you can't even look out
your own window...

you start to consider if maybe
the alternative isn't better.

And the alternative is?

Gary, Indiana.

My mom lives there.

The people treat me regular.

Would you trade it?

What? Fame for privacy?
Are you kidding?

Not me. No, thank you.

What about the money?

Hey, I took this job, didn't I?

( laughs )

What's up?

D.W.P.

Didn't David and Colby say something
about them being here last week?

Yeah.

Two meter readings in the same
neighborhood in less than a week.

- Hmm.
- Seems strange.

Gentlemen.

- Hey, how's it going?
- Good.

Yeah, we're making progress.

Not much yet,
but there is something.

Well, anything that can help with
height, build, maybe coloration.

Well, we have a better outline.

Let me show you.

( beeping )

Oh, okay, that's something.

And in this image, he may not
have the nylon over his head.

Yeah, so that with
further enhancement,

we could maybe
see some facial features.

Oh, that would be
really helpful,

but how are you gonna build
an image out of nothing at all?

That's what we do in astronomy.

We capture tiny amounts of data

from powerful radio telescopes.

We use them to construct images
of entire galaxies,

light-years distant.

And that's the same math
as this?

- That's pretty amazing.
- Yeah.

What's the best we can hope for?

There's almost no limit to how
much a photo can be enhanced.

You only get into deeper math,
the more you...

All it takes is math that
hasn't been done yet.

Oh, okay.

Are we working on the case,
or are we trying to win a Nobel Prize?

There is no Nobel Prize
for mathematics.

Really? You're kidding.

They say that Alfred Nobel's
mistress had an affair

with a very famous
mathematician.

So, naturally, Nobel wouldn't
want to share his prize with his rival.

So, all you math guys are aced out
'cause one of you was good in bed.

Guess so.

What is this?

I don't know.
That was here when I got here.

This was in-in my office?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, just taped
right here to the blackboard.

Very pretty, Charlie.

( chuckles ):
Pink stationery.

Is it a love note or what?

It's not signed.

Oh, secret admirer.

It's from someone who says
she's a fan of my work

on low-dimensional topology.

Well, yeah...

And she's a fan of my...

...hair.

- ( laughs )
- Oh, come on.

Is this Amita's
handwriting, or what?

I don't know.

Maybe. Hmm.

Why wouldn't Amita sign it?

I don't know.

MEGAN: Owner of the supply store
says Jerry Wilcox bought a uniform

for the Department
of Water and Power.

Anyone can just buy
one of their uniforms?

Yeah, but the thing is,
utility workers get a voucher.

This guy paid for it
with a credit card.

That's why the store owner
remembers him.

We got anything on him?

Other than the fact
that even stalkers

don't take good pictures
at the D.M.V.?

Pulled his tax returns.

Listed occupation: journalist.

Colby's out hunting him down.

Has no criminal record,

but the neighbors haven't
seen him in about two days.

- What's up?
- Colby just found Wilcox.

COLBY:
Hollywood Hills patrol unit

spotted the Jeep with the
driver-side door open.

Figured the guy made a run for it,
ran out of real estate.

His body was down
in the brush over here.

How long has he been dead?

COLBY: According to the coroner's report,
about 24 hours.

So that's what?

Like, two days after the
break-in at Skylar Wyatt's house?

- Yeah.
- Anything else?

Well, Jeep is registered
to a Sunshine Incorporated,

so David's running that down.

Anything inside it?

Ah, the usual stuff:
insurance card...

They did find some computer stuff,
peripherals, CDRs, memory sticks.

DON: We should be canvassing
these houses, obviously,

see if anyone saw anything.

All right.

- MEGAN: Find something?
- Think so.

Check this out.

Skylar Wyatt's house?

DON: You said this
guy's was a journalist,

so what was he doing up here?

MEGAN:
If Wilcox was a photographer.

But taking pictures of her after
breaking into her house

doesn't fit the profile
of our stalker.

Maybe he wasn't the stalker.

Maybe the stalker caught him up
here taking pictures of the girl's house.

And lashed out
in a possessive rage?

Looks like he's in one
of his own tabloid stories.

( whistles )

Something wrong?

I think most of the people over
here would probably say yes.

Just trying
to earn a living, Detective.

FBI.

Feds?
What's going on?

This is what you do, huh?

Stand out here taking pictures
of people having lunch?

Every one of these so-called
celebrities were nobodies

begging to have
their photos taken.

Believe me,
they'd all start complaining

if guys like me
stopped coming around.

I'm not so sure Jerry Wilcox
would agree with that.

Somebody certainly didn't seem
to like what he was up to.

I heard what happened.

It's a shame.

Yeah, we stopped by your office.
We know he worked for you.

Yeah. Jerry was a nice guy.

Worked for me as a freelancer.

He got a shot, I'd buy it.

Come on.
What do you guys want?

Actually, gonna need to
borrow this for a second.

This came off
of Wilcox's camera.

It's got your company's
logo on it, so I'm assuming

you got some software in here
that'll tell us what's on it.

COLBY:
What is this?

I have no idea.
Now can I get back to work?

Soon as you tell us what Wilcox
was doing the night he died

out near Skylar Wyatt's house.

Looks like Brad Pitt's
about to pay his check, dude.

All right, look, tabloids pay top
dollars for two kinds of photos:

celebrities with babies,
celebrities with lovers.

Last time I checked,

Skylar Wyatt didn't have a kid.

I couldn't see
his face very well,

but I'm pretty sure this
was not the man in my house.

Who is he?

He's a photographer, and he was
killed the other night.

From where we found his body,

he may have been trying
to take photographs of you.

Do you know, on my honeymoon,

they waited six hours
to get a photo of me topless?

What kind of life is that?

Well, we checked the photographer's
e-mails the day he was murdered.

He did, in fact, send a number
of messages to various tabloids.

Messages about what?

Seems he thought he
was going to get some

very valuable photographs of you
the night that he died.

Well, I went to bed at 9:00.

I took an Ambien.

So no idea what
he might have expected to see?

No. None.

I noticed your husband hasn't
rushed home from Europe yet.

I told you,
he's away doing a movie.

What does that have to do
with anything?

Look, Skylar, a man
has broken into your home,

and now there's a man dead.

Now, we can't
keep this quiet anymore.

And I don't want to upset you
any more than you already are,

but if I have to, I will subpoena
your phone records, your e-mail,

I don't care.

And if you think your personal
life is public now...

Dante Baker.

The rap star?

I was supposed to see him
that night.

Only he didn't show up,

so I went to bed.

Now you know my secrets.

Do you know why he didn't show?

No, you'll have to ask Dante.

But you were having
a relationship with him?

If you could call that
a relationship.

The truth is my husband has been
done with his movie for three weeks.

And since then, he's
been in postproduction,

which basically means he's away
in Paris with his lead actress.

But I'm sure
you already know that, right?

It's all over the tabloids.

We don't really read tabloids.

Yo, what up with these fools?

Hey!

Fore, jackasses!

You believe this?

Yo, yo. Let me get you back, man.
Let me get you back.

Can I help you gentlemen?

We'd like to talk
to Mr. Baker.

Dante's golfing now.

No, no, no.
That ain't golfing, man.

I saw that practice swing.

You're using your wrists
way too much, bro.

Oh, yeah, well, maybe you want
to show me what I'm doing wrong?

I would love to.

David.

Just going to drive the club head
right through the zone, all right?

Watch.

Oh, yeah.

Just like that.
You see that, man?

That is a beautiful shot.

That's going to play
nicely for you.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

About what?

About a dead photographer
found up on Mulholland.

You know anything about him?

You know, I think maybe I ought
to talk to my lawyer first.

Why would you want to spend
money talking to a lawyer, Dante?

It's a lot cheaper than talking
to you guys.

Thanks for the lesson.

So if this rapper Dante Baker
is sleeping with Skylar Wyatt,

maybe Wilcox goes
up on Mulholland

to get a picture
of the two of them together.

So, what? Baker finds out
and beats him to death?

I mean, there was
a history of assault.

I read something about a fight
at an awards show.

Or maybe

the killer is the stalker
if he thinks that Skylar

is going to be exploited
by Wilcox.

Charlie thinks he's going to get
an image of the stalker today.

How you doing on
the handwriting analysis?

Secret Service ran it through
something called FISH.

Forensic Information System
for Handwriting.

And you know who worked
on the program?

Let me guess.

AMITA: You've got to drive
it more, Larry.

I mean, you just take it to
campus then bring it home.

That car deserves
the open road, Fleinhardt.

But the very thought of staining
that perfect finish with sooty exhaust,

exposing it to the negligence of
some Humvee driver on a cell phone...

All right, Larry, it's a car.

It's whole function is to transport
you from point A to point B.

See, this
is the philosophical schism

between a student of applied
science and a student of the cosmos.

For me, aesthetic beauty is...
it's function enough.

Well, the aesthetic beauty of
the sun is that it works,

not just that it's bright.

Hell of a point.

Well...

maybe it's more
art than a machine.

- AMITA: Hey, Megan.
- Hey, guys.

Hey. Uh, you're here
for the photo enhancement.

It's, um...
it's still, you know, enhancing.

No, I'm here for FISH.

You mean the, uh,

Forensic Information System
for Handwriting?

All I'll say is that
I helped develop

an algorithm for
the Secret Service, uh,

based on segmentation,
or writing elements,

that are considered
to be in isolation,

such as whole words or
words separated by pen lifts...

At the moment, we're not having
a lot of luck with it.

Yeah, and I've always thought
that we missed something

in the development
of the software.

So I'm going to take another
crack at it. What do you say?

I thought you'd never ask.

Thanks, Charlie.

Wow.

You know,
the thing about this car,

it's such a classic design
and engineering.

It's more like a work of art
than a vehicle.

Yes, I was saying
the exact same thing.

Dr. Fleinhardt, you have to promise
to take me for a ride in this car.

Okay.

Yeah, we could tool around in
the parking lot together, certainly.

Okay.

Sure.

If you're thinking of sending
these letters to Amita,

I would rethink your approach.

Laugh riot, Father.

This is for the stalking case.

I'm now working on
a handwriting algorithm.

Oh, I see. To try to identify
who wrote them, huh?

And to single out those that
might be written by different people.

Well, they seem to have been
written by the same guy.

They do, don't they?

You know, I've always said,
handwriting...

it's a lot like...

like gymnastics.

Writing is like running
a floor routine --

the component moves
are like letters,

unique to the person
that executes them.

Handwriting analysis looks for
similarities and differences

in shapes and letters,
choices of writing utensil.

Problem is, the gamma distribution
used in the FISH program is limited.

It misses things.
It's stupid.

( knocking )

Charlie, hey.

- Hey, Colby.
- How you doing?

- Well, hey.
- Mr. Eppes, nice to see you.

So Don sent me down here
to check and see

how the handwriting
analysis was going.

I was just telling my father that
we failed to have the FISH program

take into account that the
shape of an individual letter

varies depending
on where it's placed in a word.

You write an "o" differently if
there's an "s" placed in front of it.

Accounting for that,

I found some interesting things
about these letters that we didn't expect.

All right, what was that?

Hey, look at this.
This letter was an original.

Hey, Charlie, they let you
handle actual evidence?

Give that to me.

There shouldn't be originals,
you should only have copies.

Actually, that's not one
of Skylar Wyatt's letters.

Yeah, I know.
It's addressed to you.

Is that lavender I smell?

Yes. Lavender.

- ( cell phone rings )
- Thanks, Charlie.

I got to take this.
I'll be right back.

So who's it from?

Who the hell knows?
It's not signed.

- Not signed?
- No.

Since when does a college professor
receive anonymous fan letters?

You kidding?

Richard Feynman was a stud.

He got marriage proposals
by the dozen.

Einstein was a true sex symbol.

Charlie, don't you think
that's from Amita?

Actually, um, no, because I
already compared it to her writing.

Oh.

So the old FISH system
is inefficient,

but it kicked out a name --
Lawrence Pike.

His handwriting matches
the stalker's.

Okay, that's all good, but...

But the problem is this guy's
been in jail in Utah

for the last three months,
so he can't be the stalker.

Which is exactly what I was
about to tell you.

The same person did not write
all of these letters.

My analysis says there's
a first writer and a copycat.

A copycat stalker?

Yeah, the guy who wrote the
original letters is in jail.

But Charlie says the guy who
wrote these most recent ones

is mimicking his handwriting and
even tracing some of the words.

And do we know which ones are
written by stalker number two?

According to your brother,
the last four.

Well, that coincides with the
escalation in threats against Skylar.

DON: Right. So, I mean,
obviously,

if he copied the letters,
he knew they existed.

Right. He has access to Skylar
and to her home.

And we know it's not
the husband,

because he's been overseas
the entire time.

All right, so I think we should
be putting together a list

of everyone who worked
for her in the last year.

That's housekeepers,
gardeners, trainers, security...

Anybody who could have had
access to those letters.

Exactly.

What about the boyfriend,
Dante Baker?

Yeah, but how's he going to know

that Wilcox is up on Mulholland
that night?

I mean, I'm guessing the same
way Wilcox knew about Skylar.

Someone probably tipped him off.

So we should be focusing on
connecting Baker to that murder.

What do you got?

These are the photos from the
digital disk we found in Wilcox's S.U.V.

They're all time stamped just a
few hours before he was killed.

I'm trying to pinpoint
a location.

Wait, so what's this?
Why is he taking pictures of...

- I mean, it's bricks, right?
- Uh-huh.

Maybe he's trying to calibrate the
camera, take a bunch of pictures,

see if everything's working.
I don't know.

MEGAN: Well, wherever this is, he
was there just a few hours before he died.

Techs blew it up.

There's nothing in the background,
no way to pinpoint an address.

You should go talk
to the girl again,

see if she showed those
letters to anyone else.

Okay.

You think you have something
with this photo?

I think so.

I mean, I read something about
using shadows to find a location.

It involves math.

I'm going to run it by Charlie.

Find out where he is with
the security video, already.

Boy, he's certainly earning his
consulting fee on this one.

( pop music playing )

- Hey, Skylar.
- Hey.

Give me a minute.

Thanks.

Guess you have to keep in shape
for your job, too, huh?

I have an audition
in three weeks.

( grunts )

So have you learned
anything yet?

We have.

We're, uh...
we're making some progress.

Good.

Right now, what I need to know
is if anyone besides you

saw the letters that you
received from the stalker.

No, I don't think so.

And where did you keep them?

In the kitchen in a drawer.

Some of them I didn't even open.

Then I think I'll need a list of everyone
who's had access to the kitchen.

Okay.

I wouldn't even think you'd
read these tabloids

after everything that
you've been through.

Generally, I don't.

A friend of mine works
as an editor at that one.

She was nice to me when
I first started out.

I gave her the exclusives to my wedding
photos, for whatever that was worth.

Do you think I'm unapproachable?

Charlie, your status
on this campus and in your field

is beyond that
of most professors.

Whoever this is, I'm sure
they're just afraid to tell me.

Well, fear of rejection,
that's powerful.

Many a scientist has not
published his work

for fear of being ridiculed
by his colleagues.

You know, this isn't the first
time I've received a love letter.

When I published my first article in
the American Journal of Mathematics,

I was invited
to spend the weekend

at a bed-and-breakfast
in Santa Barbara.

Yeah? Did you go?

Of... I was 14.

My mother had to break the news

to a very embarrassed female
professor at Berkeley.

( laughs ):
Anyone I know?

Actually...
( knocking )

Charlie, Larry, how you doing?

Hey.

How's the photo enhancement
coming?

The program's been running
through the image we got

from Skylar Wyatt's
video cameras.

This is what we have so far.

That's not enough
for a positive ID.

CHARLIE:
It's still working.

That's great.

We have something new
for you to look at.

It's related to the same case.

Now, we don't have an address,

but we're trying to find
out where this place is.

I noticed that the basketball
hoop was casting a shadow.

I thought I read somewhere that
you can calculate a location

based on shadows.

- Spherical Astronomy.
- Spherical Astronomy.

What's that?

Well, it's a way of looking
at at the cosmos

to define one's
location on the Earth.

Sailors use it
when they're lost at sea.

Cosmologists use it
when we're just plain lost.

And it just happens to be the
same math used with sundials.

Agent Sinclair, you just happen to be
talking to two card-carrying members

of the North American
Sundial Society.

Oh. Let the good times roll.

Of course, for this to work now,

you're going to need more
than one photograph.

Just so happens...

There you go.

You're sure these time stamps
are accurate?

We think so.

We need to measure
the length of the pole

as well as the shadows.

Well, the basketball hoop
looks like it's regulation height.

Ten feet.

Yeah, and those are bricks
on that driveway.

Right.

Bricks? How does that help?

Well, they're the same size.

It allows us to measure
the movement of the shadows.

By measuring the length of
the shadows against the bricks

and then factoring in the exact times
that these two images were snapped,

the equation can then determine
the altitude of the sun on a grid.

Then by mathematically
overlaying these images,

I can provide to you,
with certainty,

latitude and longitude down
to a hundredth of a degree.

( knocks on door )

MAN:
Hold on a second!

Oh, man...

Well, if you're looking
for Dante, he's not here.

Actually, we're looking for you.

Me?

You want to step outside,
please?

All right, what's this about?

Well, we've been looking
at some pictures.

- Of what?
- Your house.

Yeah, and one of them actually
happens to be a picture of you

standing in Skylar
Wyatt's backyard.

It's not like you think it is.

Yeah? So why don't you
tell us about this?

Which we found at your house.

Along with these.

Or do you go both ways?

Is that the problem, Orville?

Look, we know you drove
Dante to Skylar's house

many times before that night.

You knew that they were lovers,
didn't you?

Come on.

You told Wilcox, right?

I didn't say anything to him.

Oh, come on, Orville.

Wilcox is on the top
of a hill with a camera

the night that your boss is going
to have sex with Skylar Wyatt.

Is that just a coincidence?

Look, I didn't tell Wilcox
nothing about Dante and Skylar.

Understand me? Nothing.

All right, why don't
you take a look at this?

'Cause this puts him at your
house the day he was killed.

Yeah, he was there.

But it wasn't to meet me.

So what are you saying,
Dante told him?

Why would Dante do that?

Dante said he was banging
this big pop star.

Only, if no one knows
he's doing her,

what good is it to him?

What are you saying?

He wanted pictures of him
with the girl?

He was using her.

And afterwards, he'd talk trash
about her.

He didn't know her,
he didn't care about her.

Not the way that you did?

She was nice to me.

Dante would leave me in the kitchen
when he went upstairs to be with her.

Sometimes she would come down
and we would talk, you know.

And then, when she had to leave,

she would tell me
I could help myself to whatever.

And that's when
you found the letters?

I just wanted her to know
that Dante was using her.

I just wanted to scare her.

So you broke into her house.

Just to show her that
she wasn't safe.

You know, that she needed
somebody to protect her...

that she needed me.

You had to kill the photographer to
stop him from taking those pictures.

No! No.

I wasn't even there that night.

I couldn't stand to be around
anymore when D was with her.

I was at a club all night.

About a dozen people
can vouch for me.

We want assurances that whatever is
said in this room remains confidential.

Yeah, well, that's not going
to happen.

Well, then, I'd like the record
to reflect that we met voluntarily

and that we ended this
meeting the same way.

- We're done.
- DON: Hold on, counselor.

It's not a question of "if."
We know he told Wilcox.

I mean, you think you're
going have any street cred

when the media finds out you
sold Skylar Wyatt to the tabloids?

You're taking this
to a new level here, pal.

How's "D Bitch" sound?

Look, you can't prove that my
client was the source of this tip.

Your client's
cell phone records.

Three phone calls to Jerry Wilcox
two weeks before the murder.

What happened that night?

Why didn't you show up
at Skylar's?

I did show up.

It was Skylar who wasn't there.

Yo, you got
my cell phone records.

I called Wilcox from my Hummer
at Skylar's house.

I assume you people can
triangulate the call.

Even if that's true,

it still puts your client
in the vicinity of the murder.

All right, look,

we suspect that you may
eventually find forensic evidence

that places my client
at the crime scene.

What do you mean,
"at the crime scene"?

I was there...

but I didn't kill him.

He was already dead.

All right, then why don't you
tell us all about it?

I got to Skylar's.

She wasn't home.

I waited.

And then I tried
to call Wilcox to tell him

it wasn't going to happen,
and I didn't get an answer.

So I drove up to Mulholland
where he was supposed to be.

He was just laying
on the ground.

I could tell
he wasn't breathing.

So you just took off?

I'm the one who had him up
on that hill.

I wanted those photographs
to be seen.

Now why the hell would I kill
him to stop him from taking them?

I don't know,
but we're going to find out.

Skylar...

Hello. Can you give me
a second, please?

Have you learned anything new?

Yeah, why don't we
step over here?

Just spoke to Dante.

Claims he was at your house
the night of the murder.

Only he says you weren't there.

Well, maybe I didn't hear him.

I told you I was tired
that night.

He also tipped Wilcox off
about the two of you.

I can't say you look
very surprised, Skylar.

You know he called
five magazines that day,

trying to start a bidding war
for those pictures?

MEGAN:
You did know that, didn't you?

Because one of those magazines
is where your friend works.

And she called you and told you
what he was planning.

We traced the call, Skylar.

You have any idea
what it's like to be sold?

To know that the man
that you thought loved you

had arranged to sell photos
of... you and him having sex?

So you were up there that night?

I found Wilcox,

and I told him

that I thought what he was doing
was despicable.

Know what he did?

He started
snapping photos of me.

So I grabbed his camera and...

he fell to the ground.

And he grabbed my ankle
and he wouldn't let go.

So I picked up his tripod...

and I hit him over the head.

He was just laying there.

He was just moaning,
trying to move.

I ran.

These people try
to justify what they're doing

by claiming that
it's the price of fame.

Now one of them has
to pay for a change.

Skylar, I need you to put
your hands behind your back.

Let's go.

Turn around.

( handcuffs clicking )

I can't retrofit a 1931 car
with seat belts.

Why not?

Because it's not authentic
to the period.

Well, I know that.

What I meant was,
it's authentic to this period.

It's totally physics, Larry.

I mean, without a seat belt,

you could get hurt
even in a minor accident.

Look, if I'm in an accident
in that car,

I hope I don't survive.

Look, it's a love affair,
me and that car.

With affairs of the heart,

you know, sometimes common sense
gets thrown out the window.

Yeah, or through the windshield.

Hey, speaking of
affairs of the heart,

did you ever find out who
sent you that anonymous note?

Oh, yeah, I was wondering
about that.

No, not yet.

I think we could run
a handwriting analysis

against the school's
records office.

You know what? I've decided
I don't need to know.

Oh, yes, you do.

Whoever it was,
they chose not to sign it,

maybe because they're
just not ready to tell me.

Well, I think that's very wise.

Let your life retain
some mystery.

Yeah. Besides, you haven't
figured out what to do

with the girl
you already know about.