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( "Everybody Wants to Rule
the World" plays )

♪ Welcome to your life ♪

♪ There's no turning back ♪

♪ Even while we sleep ♪

♪ We will find you ♪

♪ Acting on your best... ♪

You coming in?

I think I'm going
to stay in the car.

Charlie, you'll
get them next time.

Hey, how're you
doing, Mr. Eppes?

Oh, good, Victor.
And you?

Great. How's
your boys?

Uh, actually,
Charlie's in the car.

What, he doesn't
want to come in?

He hit into a double-play today.

You tell Charlie it's his brains
that got him where he is today.

- Not baseball.
- Right.

Um, I'll take, uh...
a dozen franks

and, um, I don't know,
a couple of rib-eye.

- MAN: Give me the money.
- ( woman gasps )

- Come on, hurry up!
- Okay, okay.

- I said, hurry up!
- Okay. Okay.

- What do you want?
- Nothing. Just take it easy.

Come on, all of it.

- Theresa.
- Daddy!

Stay where you are!

Stay there or I'll kill her.
I swear to God.

- Charlie!
- Dad!

Charlie, get out of here!

( gunshot )

Dad!

Dad!

- Dad!
- ( groans )

Dad!

- Dad!
- ( groans ) I'm all right.

I'm fine,
I just have to catch my breath.

Call an ambulance!

Where is your mother?

I-I need your mother...

Dad...

Charlie...?

Charlie...

WOMAN:
Charlie.

Charlie.

Charlie, come on, wake up.

You're gonna be late for class.

Mom?

Oh, there you are.

Hurry up,
everything's getting cold.

Is it really you?

Of course it's me, silly.

You made pancakes.

Sit.

We don't have a lot of time.

- Here you go.
- Mom, what are you doing here?

I made you breakfast.

But I meant here... here.

You know I can't tell you that,
Charlie.

Well, where have you been?

I just thought it
was time, that's all.

Time for what?

You needed to see me.

- I did?
- Mm-hmm.

There's a question that you've
been wanting to ask me.

A question?

Better hurry, sweets.

I have to go soon.

Wait.

I'll just put this
in the fridge.

What question?

It'll come to you.

What question?

Did you figure
it out yet, Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie.

Charlie, get up.

Come on, you said you'd
drop me at the metro.

I've got to be
downtown in 45 minutes.

Let's go, come on, chop-chop.

( indistinct background
radio communication )

- Hey.
- Hey.

COLBY:
This is Carla Daniels.

This is her house,
she lives here alone.

No sign of a struggle.

Her keys were still
in the ignition.

Yeah, who found her?

Her mailman.

Woman, whatever you
want to call her.

How about postal
carrier, Granger?

What do you say, Megan?

She was found the same way
the other girl was six weeks ago.

You guys talk to the neighbors?

The guy across the street.

He says the car's
been here all morning.

With her in it?

DAVID:
Can't remember.

Just another sunny day in L.A.

All right. Well, start
canvassing the area.

We need permits here,
so run parking tickets.

They probably didn't walk away,
right?

Could be, she did it to herself?

See how pretty she looks,
Granger?

She didn't dress for a suicide.

She dressed for a somebody.

CHARLIE:
I'll tell you, it was weird.

It's been four years.

I forgot what she looks like.

Listen, I completely understand.

My own mother passed years ago.

Now all I can recall
is this warm smile of hers

and a set
of oddly tweezed eyebrows.

- It was nice seeing her, though.
- Yeah.

And you said that she told you

there was some question
that you had for her?

Yeah, what do you
think that's about?

All depends on what school
of dreams you ascribe to.

School of dreams...

Whether it's due to some random
neuro-synaptic firings,

In other words,
they have no meaning.

Or, you know,
maybe they're revelations

of some hidden
subconscious conflict.

Residue of unprocessed emotions.

What side of that fence
do you sit on?

Oh, I rarely dream.

I mean, every once in a while,
I have this recurring dream

in which my Aunt Louise is
attempting to consume my flesh,

but as a general rule, no.

I like to think it's because
I live in the moment,

but of course it
could be due to some

greater neuro-chemical
imbalance.

That certainly might
explain some things.

But we're exploring your journey
here, Charles, not mine.

Exactly.

But... what is it?

( phone rings )

COLBY:
Granger.

I will call you right back.

Anything?

You make your bed
in the morning?

Not usually.

Tells you a lot about a person.

I have somebody who comes in.

She read the Bible.

So she says her prayers
and makes her bed;

you ready to name her killer?

She was organized and tidy.

Neither of those traits are
really consistent with a risk-taker.

So?

So I think whoever did this,
she trusted him.

How about an ex-boyfriend?

That's what I was thinking.

That was David.

Neighbor said she broke it off
a few weeks ago.

Sounds like motive to me,

but it was fun
watching you work.

( laughs )

Tommy,
make sure I get that by 5:00.

And, Dilly, call me when you know, alright?

- Don.
- Hey, what's up?

Um, I have something
I want to talk to you about.

- You busy?
- No, I mean,

we just got handed this
homicide from these locals

who think it's connected
to a prior murder.

Here, you want to take a look?

- Yeah, sure.
- What's up?

Um... I had a, uh...

I had a dream.

Oh, yeah?
A dream?

I know it sounds...

These are our two victims
right here.

They're pretty young.

Yeah, 23, 24.

Both found in their cars
in their driveways,

both OD'd on hot shots
of diazepam and morphine.

The coroner ruled
the first girl an accident

until the second girl showed up.

Do we know of any connection
between them?

Well, I mean, it doesn't seem
like they knew each other.

This girl, Lisa Clark,
I think she was a salesgirl,

and Carla Daniels,
a real estate broker.

And somewhere their killer must
have come in contact with them.

Yep.

Okay, you know, uh, there's something
called a Direct Network Flow problem.

Uh-huh.
Is this good or bad for me?

Oh, it's good

because these women
had daily routines.

So the repetition
of those routines

would have narrowed
the opportunity

for a killer to come
into contact with them.

It's like being in the kitchen.

Every day, you're in that room
traveling from the table

to the sink, to the fridge,

back to the sink,
back to the table and so on.

In these routine movements,
there are unconscious patterns.

Paths you take dictated
by convenience

or by a specific task.

If you were to record
these movements,

you would see those patterns.

So, if you can get
me any information

about these women's daily lives,

then I can analyze their
more traveled routes,

and find a location where
they and their killer

were most likely to intersect.

All right, I'll see
what I can do.

So, uh, tell me
about your dream.

Uh... Dad got shot.

During a holdup
in a grocery store.

It was pretty upsetting.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Then Mom made pancakes.

Pancakes.

I don't even dream normal.

It's hard to believe she's dead.

When's the last time
you spoke to her?

Oh, about...

three weeks ago.

Is that when
she broke up with you?

Carla didn't break up with me.

It was a mutual agreement.

Uh-huh.

How long did you know her?

About a year.

Do you read the Bible, Mr. Gill?

- Is that a problem?
- No, it's not a problem.

It's just, Carla Daniels had
an identical copy at her house.

I gave it to her.

What else did you give her?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means, what was the exact
nature of your friendship?

We were Christians.

And?

And we didn't believe
in pre-marital sex,

if that's where this is going.

COLBY:
Sex? No.

Nobody said anything about sex.

You just asked me...

See, you're trying
to twist my words.

Take it easy,
Mr. Gill.

No. I know
what you're doing, okay?

You're trying to make it seem like I
had something to do with Carla's murder.

Did you have something to do
with Carla's murder?

I want you to leave,
both of you.

Now.

That's not a very
Christian attitude, Mr. Gill.

MEGAN: The autopsy suggests
the diazepam was given orally,

and then they were
injected with morphine.

He calmed them,
and then he killed them.

So what do we got,
serial killer?

Well, it's a little
early to tell.

But driving them both back
to their homes in their cars

suggests postmortem staging.

Colby likes
the boyfriend for it.

Yeah? And why's that?

Guy claims him and Carla Daniels
agreed not to have sex.

And in Granger's mind,

that immediately
makes him a suspect.

Yep. That and this.

Turns out Mr. Gill called Carla
Daniels the night she was killed.

DAVID: Told us he hadn't
spoken to her in weeks.

And he's got a client that works
less than two blocks away

from the store where
the first victim worked.

And, yeah,

no guy agrees not to have sex.

Thomas Gill, FBI!

Open up.

Who is it?

FBI.

We have a warrant to
search your apartment.

GILL:
Wait, what is this?

DAVID:
I'll take the back.

I have the computer.

GILL:
What'd I do?

You lied, Thomas.

We happen to know you called
Carla the night she disappeared.

DAVID:
Guys.

Take a look.

Oh, ye of little faith.

I didn't remember
making the call.

45-minute conversation.

Look, I would never hurt Carla.

So all this and you two never...

No, listen, I told you.

It had nothing to do with her.

Well, it was your stuff, Thomas.

I mean, all those nights

that she sent you home...

It wasn't fair.

I'm sure.

I loved her.

But she said "no."

Told me I wasn't the one.

Yeah?

I just wanted her to understand.

That's why I screamed at her.

God, I'm so sorry.

Hey, look, you got a chance
to make it right.

Right?

What are you talking about?

You screamed, and then what?

What happened?

Nothing. Nothing.

Nothing happened.
This was on the phone.

I screamed at her
on the telephone.

Right. Then you went there
and you killed her.

No! I swear to God, I didn't!

I didn't remember
making the call.

♪ She's got the suntan,
the presence of the earth ♪

♪ She's a cold, cold television
set and she's my best friend ♪

♪ I've got my great brain,
I start changing mine ♪

♪ I got the left side talking
to the right ♪

♪ On the other line. ♪

Hi.

"Mom, Dad, Robbery, Pancakes"?

Charlie, what is this?

I'm analyzing a dream I had.

You're applying math
to your dream?

Activation Synthesis Theory.

When we sleep,

our brain continues
to receive signals,

but because we're unconscious,

it tries to structure
our thoughts

into some sort of association.

Why is this dream so important?

It's the first dream I've had
about my mom since she died.

You know they did a study
at Harvard

about people who weren't very
good at unscrambling anagrams

who were wakened
during REM sleep

and were actually able
to do a much better job.

Maybe in a dream
you just let go.

Harvard, huh?

You call about that job yet?

No.

It's not easy
figuring things out, is it?

Speaking of figuring things out,
how's Don's case?

I don't have enough information.

These women lived alone and
their families lived out of state.

What about where they worked?

I mean,

if they're anything like us,

those are probably the people
who knew them best, right?

Turns out Gil
was telling the truth.

He's got a solid alibi for the
night Lisa Clark was murdered.

So he's not our guy?

Doesn't look like it.

Lisa Clark, who's 23 years old.

She'd just graduated college.

She left work to meet some
friends and never made it.

Bet she never thought something
like this could happen to her.

Well, unfortunately,
there are people out there

who don't give a damn whether
your thought about it or not.

And Carla Daniels...

told her boss
she wasn't feeling well.

Went home, put on a sexy little
T-shirt and skirt.

Well, obviously she
was feeling better.

I called her sisters
in Missouri.

She talked to them every day...

except this day.

So whoever this was, she was
keeping him a secret.

What's up?

( computer trills )

See this area?

Yeah. Her shoes?

They're on the wrong feet.

We've already checked for DNA.

MEGAN:
I'm not looking for DNA.

Want to tell us exactly what it
is you are looking for?

Her makeup was perfect,

but her shoes were on
the wrong feet.

I'm not buying it.

This guy made a mistake.

See that?

Yeah. What is it?

It's makeup.

Only she wouldn't have put it on

before putting her T-shirt on.

Right, 'cause when
she pulled it over her head...

You'd get makeup
on the inside collar.

So this guy dressed her.

When she was already dead.

COLBY:
I don't get it.

What kind of guy
puts makeup on a dead girl?

He's creating an image
for himself.

DON:
All right, so elaborate on that.

Well, you take a dead girl and
you dump her in a ditch,

you're saying, "Look
at what a bad-ass I am."

You dress one up,
you take her home,

you're saying, "Look at
what a nice person I am."

It's almost like he's on a date.

Remind me not to set you up
with any of my friends.

There's no struggle.

There's no bruises,
there's no marks,

so either he has a weapon
he didn't use...

- ...or he already knows them.
- Right.

That's what Gil
wouldn't tell you --

that Carla Daniels was
seeing someone else.

All right.

DAVID: Hey, guys.
LAPD just found another girl.

Mr. and Mrs. Brewer, they're the
couple that live here.

This isn't her home?

Never seen her before.

What do you think
of a copycat, maybe?

What do you mean?

We weren't giving out
any details.

So it's got to be our guy.

Why would he bring her here?

'Cause that's what he does,
he brings them home.

Yeah, but this isn't her home.

Check out that makeup job.

It's nowhere near
as good, right?

All right, so best guess,
he's just going on instinct.

The other two murders,
they were weeks apart

they were well planned out.

He could've just picked her up
off the street and took his chances.

Which means he won't stop
until we stop him.

Okay, now this is interesting.

What, did you find something?

Yeah, three-bedroom
in West Covina.

That small a yard and this
thing is seven figures?

Larry, let's just please
try to focus.

Charles, we have, we have examined
every aspect of this woman's life.

So, what?
You're giving up?

No, I'm just not sure

that more data is all
that's required here.

- Hi, all.
- Hi.

Hey.

Find anything?

Yeah, apparently,
she had a really annoying chair.

Also, she gets a lot
of phone calls.

She had 22 messages
in voicemail.

14 of which I've returned.

We're returning phone calls?

Well, yeah. Don said
that'd be okay.

Well, Charlie wanted
to hear their voices.

Inflections,

to determine
the level of intimacy.

The greater the familiarity,

the higher the value in my
Directed Network Flow.

I was trying to explain
to Charles

the basic flaw
in his methodology.

CHARLIE: Flaw in
in my methodology?

LARRY: Charles, we've been
exploring the universe of this woman's life

with no notion of significance.

AMITA:
Larry's right, Charlie.

In the hunt for a supernova,

even astrophysicists apply
some limit on their search.

Right. I mean,
case in point.

The Katzman Automatic
Imaging Telescope

takes no more than
100 photographs an hour.

And if I was hunting
supernoavae,

then, yes, a time limitation
would make sense,

but in this case,

we have no idea when
this woman met her attacker.

No, actually, we do.

Her ex told Don
she had just met someone.

Someone she didn't tell anyone
about.

Okay, so we limit the
assignment of edge capacities,

the times that she could
have moved along these paths

to the last three weeks.

Isn't that a little haphazard?

Yeah, well, haphazard may be
exactly what we're looking for.

MEGAN:
How so?

That vacuum.

That vacuum works
on cyclonic technology.

Constant suction is maintained
by mini tornados

in a series of tubes
that separate the dirt from air

using centrifugal force.

But if you wanted to determine
the path of an actual tornado,

you would focus on the landscape

and lower atmosphere.

Its path is determined by
a variety of factors:

weather conditions, elevation
and presence of any structures

or bodies of water.

It's called Kernel Density
Estimation.

And what you do is you divide
the landscape

and lower atmosphere
into squares or bins.

And the more you learn
about each one,

the more accurate
your prediction's going to be.

So when the tornado veers
off its path,

you know something's missing.

Right. So we don't need
to know

every detail
of this woman's life.

We just need to find that spot
where the flow changed course.

So Charlie was right.

There was a change
in Carla's routine.

She hurt herself snowboarding
a month ago.

Stopped going to her regular gym
and started going to Pilates.

To rehab.

Yeah, and there was a message at
her office the day she disappeared.

There was a cancellation
at the Pilates studio.

Which is why she
left work early.

Yeah, and where her life
veered off course.

I had a cancellation, so I had
the office try Carla.

She'd been trying
to see me all week.

She was definitely here then?

45-minute reformer session.

Which means she left
about an hour later?

She say where she was going?

Actually, she didn't
leave right away.

What do you mean?

Well, I was with my next client

and Carla got
into a conversation.

With your client?

With her son.

He usually hangs out
till she's through.

She had a hip replacement
awhile back.

What's the son's name?

I'm not sure.

But my client's name
is Charlotte Yates.

Thank you.

Yates...

What's up?

Those parking tickets we ran
down on the second victim.

Yeah, the ones without
the residential sticker.

Yeah, Charlotte Yates --

one of the names on
the vehicle registration.

You let Charlie
buy the house, huh?

Margaret?

Relax. You're
just having a dream.

I see you restored the shelving.

Oh, yes.

Um...

And for the record,

I didn't realize Charlie was the
one who bought the house from me.

You really think that's best --
living in this house?

Charlie's a grown man.

I have no control over
where he decides to live.

I meant you.

Oh, uh...

Well, it's, um...

Comfortable?

I worry about you
not moving on, you know.

Taking changes again.

I'm doing all right.

The caterer?

It's not serious.

Charlie says you told him he has
a question he wants to ask you?

Well, we always knew
it was coming.

We did the best we could
with them.

Right?

They are both very fine men.

Yeah.

Yeah, they are.

You give Don my love.

Yes, always.

I just want you all to be happy.

Then you shouldn't have died.

She seemed like
a very sweet girl.

You knew her then?

On occasion,
our appointments overlapped.

Is this your son,
Mrs. Yates?

Yes.

He's a handsome boy.

Chandler is almost 40 years old.

Is he here?

No. Chandler does not
live at home.

Oh? Where does he live?

At the beach house.

Why?

Do you own a Lexus, Mrs. Yates?

It's registered in my name,

but that's Chandler's car.

By any chance did you
ever give Carla a ride home?

Ride home?

I barely know her.

Plus, I don't drive.

You've lived in Los Angeles
all your life and you don't drive?

My husband drove me around.

Now Chandler takes me
wherever I need to go.

Besides,

I'm on medication.

Oh, yeah?

Since my hip surgery,

I find it difficult
to get comfortable.

I even take a little Valium
to go to sleep.

Diazepam.

Morphine was knocking me
for a loop.

Is this you, Mrs. Yates?

I did a little modeling
when I was younger.

MEGAN: Do you know where
your son is now?

No.

We don't see that much
of each other anymore.

I'm afraid that we had a...
a falling out.

And what was that about?

Chandler's trust fund --
what else.

A certain amount was to be
transferred to him on his birthday.

I didn't feel he was ready.

All that gallivanting around.

Naturally, he was upset.

I told him the same thing
I told his father --

the spigot doesn't stay
turned on forever.

When was that exactly?

Six weeks ago.

Come here.

- What the...?
- Where's Chandler?

He's not here.

When's the last time
you saw him?

This morning.
What's going on?

- You live here?
- With Chandler. Why?

Where's he at?

He... he went surfing.

- When's he supposed to be back?
- I don't know.

He might have
stopped off for a drink.

Yeah? Where would
that be?

John's -- it's on Treemont.

I'll call them.

All right, stay with her.

David, how you doing?
You clear?

No sign of him, Don.

All right, come on out front.
We're clear here.

Hold on, we just found
something back here

I think you should
take a look at.

All right, I'm on my way.

What's in there?

I can't really see,
but something seems weird.

I mean, there could be
girls in there, right?

Lights, camera, action.

♪ ...in the air ♪

♪ And music fills my heart... ♪

Shh. She's fast asleep.

Girl's not sleeping.

She's unconscious.

Yeah, drugged, huh?

Now she's ready to do
anything I say,

anything I want.

How many women
you think he did this to?

♪ Here we are,
together again... ♪

Want to see?

What I want to see is you fry.

Is this a fairly typical crowd?

Yeah, mostly college kids.

This guy's not in college.
He's in his 40's.

Oh, Chandler.

Yeah, I've seen him.

- Oh, yeah? When was that?
- A couple hours ago.

Uh-huh.

- Oh, you should talk to Lyndsey.
- Who's Lyndsey?

Lyndsey Fuller,
she's a waitress.

She's pretty friendly with him.

Alright, thanks.

- Hey, you Lyndsey?
- Yeah.

How you doing?
I'm Don Eppes, FBI.

Apparently,
you know Chandler Yates?

Yeah. So?

So, we're trying to locate him.

Why? What's he done?

DON:
He was just here?

A while ago.

What's this all about?

Some women have made
some allegations against him.

Allegations against Chandler?

That's ridiculous.

We didn't even tell you
what they are, Lyndsey.

Look, all I'm saying is
Chandler's a nice guy.

So whatever these girls
are saying,

there's more to it.

You have any idea where he is?

No.

No?

Look, I got to get
back to work, okay?

CHANDLER: There she is.
Oh, yeah...

Shh.

This is so sweet.

It's 2:00 a.m.

and I got a little present
just waiting for me.

Wendy doesn't like me
to do certain things.

But what Wendy doesn't know,
won't hurt her.

And this is Chandler's
girlfriend from the beach house?

Yeah. Seems like he's done this

to about a dozen
different women.

None of these DVDs have
any of our victims on them.

I think this is
something different.

Really? What do you mean?

I don't think he killed
any of these girls.

In fact, I don't think they know
anything happened to them.

What makes you think that?

I think the killing started with
our first victim -- Lisa Clark.

She disappeared ten days
after the mother cut him off.

You think that triggered him?

Well, Yates needed the money
to lure young women.

Money he gets from giving
him mom sponge baths,

until she pulls the plug.

And that drives him to kill.

But without Mom's money,

his access to the women is gone.

Right, so in other words,
Mom cut it off.

( knocking )

Dr. Fleinhardt.

How goes it with
Don's storm-chasing?

I was right.

There was a change
in Carla Daniel's routine.

A snowboarding injury.

What, are you examining
parabolic arcs

and classic projectile motion?

Actually...

just practicing for the
Physics Department food fight.

You know, in any event, Charles,

I've rarely known your instincts
to be wrong about such matters.

Yeah, well...

figuring out other people's
problems doesn't seem difficult.

Are you referring to your dream?

Math isn't working.

And without it, you're lost.

Have you ever stopped
to ask yourself

how do you feel
about your dream?

Mathematics aside.

Besides math?

Um... I guess,
in the moment

that my dad was shot,

all I remember feeling

is alone.

What about with your mother?

It's funny, I kept wondering
why she made pancakes.

I thought you mentioned
she always used to make them.

Yeah, except I never
liked pancakes.

You never told her?

Don liked them.

I just kept pretending
to like them, too.

You know, numbers may be
abstract, Charles,

but nevertheless,

they are objective descriptions
of the world around us.

But dreams...

dreams can only be
discernable to the dreamer.

Hey. So, the bartender said
he was just there.

Yeah, the girlfriend
tipped him off.

So, we freeze his bank accounts
and credit cards.

I mean, how far can he get?

You know, we do that, and we're
gonna paint this guy into a corner.

How do you mean?

If we're not careful, we can
turn him into a spree killer.

A spree killer?

Yeah, a serial killer hopes to
get away with it.

A spree killer doesn't care.

All right, look, where's
the guy go for help?

His mother.

Okay, so you two go see her; you
get a warrant on her phone.

I'm gonna keep an eye on the
bar; maybe he'll show up there.

Right? And we'll talk later.

I told you, we are not speaking.

You do understand that your son's little
killing spree is gonna cost you, right?

What are you talking about?

His victims, Mrs. Yates,
and their bereaved families.

They're all going to want to
hold someone accountable.

For whatever Chandler has done,
I'm obviously very sorry.

But how is it any
of my responsibility?

MEGAN:
It's not yet.

But we know he called you, and
if another woman is harmed...

He's not going to ruin me.
Not like his father did.

Man never worked a day
in his life, either.

He needs money.

And how are you gonna
get it to him?

He knows you're looking for him.

How?

I'm supposed to meet him in the
park in a little while.

I'm supposed to come alone.

David, you all set?

He comes this way, I got him.

Colby?

Yeah, I'm all set.

All right, he's 20 minutes late.

Wait, hold on a second. I see
somebody walking towards her.

I got him.
David, you see him?

Yeah, I got him.

Okay, he's talking to Mom.
He's trying to get the money.

Three-six-nine-five to Control.

WOMAN:
Three-six-nine-five, go.

Yeah, patch me through to my
team, would you?

Three-six-nine-five, stand by.

Three-six-nine-five,

your team is in active pursuit
and is unable to respond.

All right. Copy that.

Look, show me
a 355 Parker Street.

Roger that?

Roger that, three-six-nine-five.

I'm showing that as the
residence of Lyndsey Fuller.

Copy that.

DAVID: He just took the money.

All right,
let him exit the park.

Get him away from
all the people.

I'm on him.

He's moving toward
the parking lot.

He's headed for the Lexus.

Okay, all positions move in.

Grab him before
he gets to the car.

Yates! FBI! Stop!

Yates! Stop right there,
or I will shoot.

( tires squealing )

DAVID:
Back out of the car,

and turn around very slowly.

Put your hands in the air.

Three-six-nine-five to Control.

WOMAN:
Three-six-nine-five, go.

Request back-up.
Assault in progress.

I want my team and LAPD rolling,
Code 3. ASAP now.

Three-six-nine-five, copy.

Assault in progress.
355 Parker Street.

Units rolling. Code 3.

Shh!

Shh, I'm with the FBI.

He's here.

He's in the house.

Yates!
Yates!

Yates!

Yates!

Yates, this is the FBI here.

( door opening )

Yates!

( grunting and groaning )

( pained yell )

Agent... down...

( distorted ):
We need a medic.

( dispatcher speaking
indistinctly over radio )

I used to come out here
to think.

I can see you do the same thing.

The house gets cluttered.

Dad says there's no room.

( chuckles ):
Your father's one to talk.

He used to fill that dining room
with his blueprints.

You are a lot like him,
you know that?

Am I?

You were both so certain
about yourselves,

about what you expected
from your lives.

But not you and Don.

Your brother and I were just
never as sure about ourselves.

I know what I want to ask you.

What is it, Charlie?

Do you regret it?

Regret what, sweetie?

Having to take care of me.

Spending those
years at Princeton,

away from Dad...

away from Don...

Your father and
I tried to give you

and your brother
what you both needed.

At the time,
you needed your mother.

How could I regret that choice?

But Don needed you, too.

Don is a wonderful man, Charlie.

Whatever mistakes I've made,

he's grown stronger for them.

And he's done it with your help.

I miss you.

Hey.

I didn't even
know you were here.

Yeah, guess I dozed off
back there.

Boy, you got the good life, huh?

What are you up to?

Oh, it's just my statement.

You're gonna be
okay, though, right?

Yeah. What's up?

I, uh...

I don't want you to think
that... that you're alone.

What?

Seems like you've always been
left to take care of yourself.

Oh, Charlie...

Maybe that's why you are
the way you are.

Yeah, how's that?

Never allowed to be afraid.

Look, believe me, I get afraid
all the time.

You never show it.

Well, doesn't mean
it doesn't exist, you know?

I mean, I got a lot of
people counting on me.

I just want you to
know this is your home,

here with me and Dad.

What? You don't think I come
around enough?

What's going on?

What are you boys doing?

Uh, it's just my statement
for the shooting.

Oh. Shooting, huh?

Is there a... is there
a problem about it?

I did shoot a man.

Yeah, because you had no choice.

You always have a choice.

Well, then, the trick is to learn
how to live with the ones you make.

That would be the trick.

Want me to take a look?

Your old man still has a few
good ideas left. Charlie...

You know, I... you
know, I can...

I can compute
bullet trajectories

based on the layout
of the house.

All right.

- Where's the ballistics report?
- Over here.

♪ "I'll give you shelter
from the storm" ♪

Okay, let's see
what you got here...

♪ And if I pass this way again,
you can rest assured ♪

♪ I'll always do my best for
her, on that I give my word ♪

♪ In a world
of steel-eyed death ♪

♪ And men who are fighting
to be warm ♪

♪ "Come in," she said ♪

♪ "I'll give you shelter
from the storm"... ♪