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(electronica-infused
rock music playing)

♪ I wish that I could fly
into the sky ♪

♪ So very high ♪

♪ Just like the dragonfly ♪

♪ I'd fly above the trees ♪

♪ Over the seas ♪

♪ All degrees ♪

♪ To where I please ♪

♪ Oh, I want to get away ♪

♪ I want to fly away ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I want to get away... ♪

Doesn't look good.

Richer or poorer, baby.

Just like the midget
Elvis preacher said.

Mm-hmm.

♪ Let's go and see the stars,
the Milky Way ♪

♪ Or even Mars ♪

♪ Where they could
just be ours... ♪

Everyone get down
on the floor now!

Open the register!

(register bell dings)

- You, is that your Beamer?
- Yeah.

Give me the keys now.

Keys.

- ♪ Oh, oh, yeah ♪
- Whatever you want, take it.

♪ I want to get away ♪

♪ I want to fly away... ♪

Hey!

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I want to get away ♪

♪ I want to fly away ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I want to get away ♪

♪ I want to fly away,
yeah... ♪

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct radio transmission)

We got any descriptions?

No one was in any shape to talk,

so we're pulling
the security tapes now.

- Robbery?
- Call it that.

Made off with $122.

Plus the car. That
Mustang was hot-wired;

there's, uh, gun oil
in the glove compartment,

so they probably
took something else.

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

If you get anything, get an APB
out on them, all right?

MEGAN:
It's not about the money.

Not exclusively, anyway.

Check this out.

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

That's just awful.

EDGERTON: At least he got it
to rhyme this time.

- MEGAN: Hey.
- DON: Well, what do you know, Ian?

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

- Buck?
- Winters.

The other one is Crystal Hoyle.

If she left prints,
they're on the cash drawer.

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

No problem.

We owe Ian a favor or two,
don't we, guys?

11 hits in the last 17 days.

Violent, but
strictly small-time.

And crossing state lines
throws it to us.

Okay, let me grab a coffee.

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

There's no rhyme
or reason to their moves.

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

And the girl's a teacher?

Yeah. Winters was in
her 20th Century Europe class.

His father found out
she'd been corrupting

little Buck's morals
since the homecoming game.

Only thing a teacher ever
gave me was detention.

Yeah, well, however
the conversation went,

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

Just seems like
a pretty extreme reaction.

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

They tucked Dad
in Buck's garage, hit the road,

started robbing their
way across the country.

What do you say, guys?

MEGAN: Hey, you know,
so, spree killers

generally tend to derive
exhilaration from the act itself.

Now, if they're lovers,

there's gonna be a strong
sexual component to it also.

Yeah, he's 17, and...
take a look at her.

Still, that's a pretty
big career change

for a 30-year-old teacher
with no priors.

Actually, Crystal Hoyle
has a sealed juvenile record

that the Texas
school system didn't know about.

Aha.

Yeah, she was picked up for a
misdemeanor drug possession in 1992,

right here in L.A.

Track someone five, six days,

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

Mine says that she's
making her way

- back to your neighborhood.
- DON: All right.

Why don't you get
their pictures out

and check the overnights for
anything that looks like them.

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

DON: Charlie.
Whoa, whoa!

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

Well, that's a relief
because it looks like

your friend there
was about to perforate you.

LARRY:
Actually, Professor Eppes

is protected by the most
impenetrable armor of all,

- physics.
- That's right.

My weight is distributed amongst
the spikes at an even 1.7 pounds each.

With the kinetic energy
of the hammer...

Charles, I think
the drama of demonstration

would be most instructive here.

Wait, wait. Hold, hold.

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

- You all right?
- (chuckling) Yeah.

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

(grunting)

Yeah. I'm...

(coughs) ...fine.

If you don't mind my asking,

what exactly does
all that accomplish?

LARRY: The unwavering attention
of my Faith

and Physics class. Hello.

Dr. Larry
Fleinhardt.

- This is Agent Ian Edgerton.
- My pleasure.

He's got a couple
of killers on the run.

He thinks they might
be headed to L.A.

EDGERTON:
Or already here.

I remember how that
voodoo of yours helped

to tighten the search
grid the last time around.

Voodoo?

In spite of my
invaluable assistance,

on two instances, mind you,

Agent Edgerton maintains
some skepticism

about the analytical
approach to man hunting.

And yet, here you are.

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

Well, hey.

Let's hope we can
come up with something

a little more substantive
than instinct.

All right, these dots,
representing...?

Black are confirmed sightings,
red are robberies,

yellow are killings.

They're hitting like
every day or two,

then they fall off the grid,

they show up a couple
hundred miles away.

I can tell you what they eat,
what they drink,

what car they'll steal;

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

Right. We got
amateurs, you know.

I mean, for us, it's
easier to find pros.

Did you forget
to mark a point here?

No.

- No?
- No.

We had no sightings
anywhere in Wyoming.

Okay.

Did you see
some sort of pattern here?

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

I just thought that there
should be a point there.

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

I don't have hunches.

You know, when I hypothesize,

is really what it is,
it's an intuitive synthesis

of established mathematical
principles and theorems.

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

MEGAN:
Crystal is clearly the alpha.

You see how all the
spoils go to her?

She clears the register.

Even Buck throws her
the car keys.

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

Well, unless it's deliberate.

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

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

The poem.

She's working off
something entirely different.

She's focused and intent.

It says here she
ran away from home

at age 15 and came
to Los Angeles.

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

18 months alone on the streets.

It's not hard
to fill in those blanks.

No.

Then she went back to Texas

and totally cleaned up
her life, right?

She goes to college,
she gets her teaching degree.

And sex education
for a high school senior.

Buck's dad finds out about it.

She's facing
exposure, even prison.

Yeah, but this response

is totally disproportionate
to the catalyst.

There's something else.

Yeah. Like why
a hot history teacher

goes for a high school
football player.

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

Don. That dot that
Charlie saw in Wyoming?

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

Robbery on the
15th of this month.

A bar outside of
Red Desert, Wyoming.

A couple fitting Crystal Hoyle
and Buck Winters' description

hung around till closing time.

They put the bartender
in the hospital.

They hit that gas station
in Colorado,

what was that, like the 14th?

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

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

It fits the map
and the timeline.

Definitely.

Buck always signs
his robberies -- poems,

smiling at the security
camera, dropping their names.

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

Could be they had
friends close by,

somebody who could hide 'em out?

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

See if either of them had
any connections in Wyoming.

All right.

And then do a phone
dump on that bar.

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

And the beach.

I've never seen the ocean.

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

And that place
with the footprints

in the cement
and the movie stars.

- Cris?
- What, hon?

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

Chinese Theater.

We'll go there, too.

I thought you didn't
like Porsches.

Gas tank's almost empty.

What do you figure
the boss drives?

Nicest car on the lot.

DON:
Hey, Dad.

Oh, hey. I was looking for you.

Not that difficult to find.

Either the living room
of the kitchen.

Ooh. Condos, huh?

Yeah. All that money
I made selling the house

has just been sitting
in the bank doing nothing.

My accountant said
I should reinvest.

You know what they say
about real estate.

No, what do they say?

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

but, you know,
you read about the bubble.

They say it can't hurt
to wait, so...

Well, you know, actually, um...

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

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

What? You're talking
about actually moving out?

I'm considering it.

Well, this looks like some
pretty serious considering, Dad.

Well, I've been making a list of
all the things I still want to do and...

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

Mm-hmm. Charlie?

I haven't told him yet.

A-And I would rather you didn't.

Yeah, well,
you're on your own there.

Actually, you should get one
with a tennis court.

I don't play tennis.

Yeah, but I do.

(cocks shotgun)

Hey. I'm not a hero.

Take anything you want.

What do you think we want?

Hundred-thousand-dollar car.

Cris?

Crystal?

Get his keys.

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

That's not a secret.

Really?

What the hell do you call that?

Pile of dead bones.

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

Now get the keys.

This is Pierce Brenner.

His name's on the sign.

Sent all the employees home
at 8:15, locked up.

Salesman forgot his wallet,

came back and found
the body by 9:00,

and now Brenner's car
is missing.

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

Yeah, but always
a subordinate act

to a more flamboyant,
violent one.

These dealerships are like
fishbowls at night --

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

They watched from over here.

Spree killers act on impulse;

they don't generally
stalk their victims.

You think they
targeted this guy?

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

Awful long time
to hold a grudge.

Bad memories last a long time.

This is the second crime
they haven't signed.

New MO.

Something's changing.

I can't help but thinking that
the very things that elude me

about this particular case

are-are pivotal to helping Don.

You know?

You know, because the knotty
problem with spree criminals

is that their actions most closely
approximate true randomness,

with such a wide range
of variables.

So much so that it's usually
only their mistakes

that lead to their apprehension,

you know, not-not some sort of

a predictive analysis,
not-not, uh...

I'm rambling.

Yeah.

I'm rambling because, um,
you invited me here to this dinner

most likely to tell me that you
have accepted Harvard's offer.

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

to keep you from
telling me that...

- Charlie.
- Um, but...

Charlie.

I've accepted CalSci's
professorship offer.

I'm staying.

Well, that's great.

Well, that's great news
for CalSci, of course.

- You know...
- (chuckles softly)

No, I-I do believe

we-we have
a far superior program...

It's a great opportunity,
and, um...

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

"Us."

Charlie, over these
last few years,

you and I have stopped
and started so many times.

I know I for one would...

very much like to see
what happens.

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

Well, might I suggest directly?

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

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

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

You know,
over the last few years,

he's made some
very striking changes,

overwhelmingly for the better.

Mm-hmm. I suppose
you're right.

I mean, after all,

I would expect him to be
just as candid with me.

By the way,
since you've sold your house,

where have you been living?

Oh, just various people's sofas,

the car, my office sometimes.

You mean you're homeless?

No, no, no,
just without an address.

Intentionally so.

You know, I've just
come to realize

that committing oneself
to a permanent space

just constrains one's
intellectual vista.

Hmm.

Last week, I spent several
nights in the mountains,

contemplating the heavens --

And this from a non-cosmological
point of view --

For the first time in years.

Hmm. And, uh,

how does Megan feel about
this vagabond style of yours?

Well, I've had to explain to her
that there's got to be

some sort of a firewall,
if you will,

between one's
romantic aspirations

and the larger life goals.

Mm-hmm. You're in check.

Oh, yeah, so I am.

Larry, I'm going to give you
the same advice

that I've given to all
the geniuses I know.

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

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Two hours before Crystal Hoyle

and Buck Winters robbed
that bar in Wyoming,

a call was made from
the bar's pay phone

to Venice, California.

Number came back

to a Lydia Campos.

Possession and intent to sell.

Look at May 13, '92.

Picked up on a drug sweep
with Crystal Hoyle.

Now, there's a coincidence.

Fortunately, a judge
didn't think so.

He gave us a Title 3 wiretap.

I figured we'd give it some time
before we brought Lydia in,

- (phone ringing)
- see if Crystal tries to contact her.

We have a call coming in.

(phone ringing)

LYDIA:
Yeah?

CRYSTAL:
I'm here, in L.A.

You going to help me out?

Do I have a choice?

Yeah, always.

I remember once I had a choice

between getting busted and
letting my best friend O.D.

(device beeping)

Hold on, come on, come on.

So, you'll help.

I'll ask around.

Pay phone, Washington
and Broadway.

(dialing)

What about the other thing?

You really going to do it?

Watch the news tonight.

(dial tone)

We got the phone,
but they're gone.

DISPATCH:
Copy that.

Wonder what they
were doing in this area.

New car.

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

Two in one night?

Maybe they didn't
like the upholstery.

Blood on the bumper.

Two cars, two dead bodies.

No robbery, no poem.

Reeves is right --
Something's changing.

Hoyle and Winters
have now switched

to a 1978 Trans Am,
license plate 3X722H2.

DISPATCH:
Copy your vehicle description.

(knock at door)

Come back in an hour.

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

Do you know
what you're standing in?

91 octane.

I knew a guy
lit a cigarette in a lab.

He's still in the burn ward.

Open the door.

MAN: Put it away.
Put it away.

On your knees!
Get on your knees!

- No trouble, lady.
- Sure there is, man.

People like you
screwing up kids,

someone's children.

It's here, just like she said.

What?

Feels like we forgot something.

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

You love me or not?

Of course I love you.

Go.

(tires screeching)

Witnesses saw a male
white and female white

flee the scene in a Trans Am.

Size-nine work boots.

See the star-shaped scuff
on the insole?

Buck picked that up between
Kansas and Missouri.

You know, meth labs like
to use users as workers

'cause they can pay
them in product.

Lydia Campos -- you figure
she worked here

- gave them the setup?
- Right.

They got to have $50,
$100 Gs in cash around here,

double that in product.

It's never been about
the money before.

Yeah, but drugs are what
got Crystal arrested

and sent back home.

Maybe this was symbolic
or retributive.

Or it's all about grenades.

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

Do I, do I have something
on my...

on the side of my mouth?

I'm moving out.

Okay.

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

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

I like living with you.

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

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

- You can?
- Yeah.

Well, you haven't lived alone
in, what, 50 years?

- Forty.
- Okay.

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

Of course I'm going to miss you.

Well, I mean, its not like

I'm moving out of the city
or anything.

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

Look at this, this is pretty,
pretty nice, you know.

You got a swimming
pool and a tennis court.

You going to play tennis?

Are you sure you're
all right with this?

Yeah, sure.
Sure, I'm sure.

Why would I not be
all right, right?

It's just that you seem
a little bit more all right

than I would expect.

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

Right?

Ah, the elusive mystery dot.

Point.

And the reason I found it
is still eluding me.

Yeah, you know,
Otto Loewi spent 17 years

searching for proof that nervous

impulses are
chemically transmitted?

It came to him
one night in a dream.

And he wrote it down,
but the next morning,

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

Now fortunately,

he had the same
dream the next night.

Good for Otto Loewi.

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

- You know that?
- Yeah.

He's moving into
one of those singles,

you know, bachelor... you knew?

Yeah. He was concerned
about how you'd react.

I don't know why, you know.

If this is something he wants
to do, I want him to be happy.

You know?

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

I lost a housemate
and kind of gained a girlfriend.

Girlfriend?

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

What if she stayed here for me?

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

interpret the innermost workings
of the female psyche,

but girlfriend?

I mean, I'm happy,

but, uh... but...

But what?

It's a lot of responsibility.

- You know?
- Yeah.

What if we don't work out?

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

What if she gave up
this job for--

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

now that my Dad is gone?

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

I mean...

Well, but still...

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

(sighs)

This could be the old saw.

You chased her
till she caught you.

I chased.

So really this map
is telling us a story.

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

committing crimes.

But that's only half the story.

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

flying across the sky
banking and spinning.

Now, if we follow
its flight path,

we may be able
to discern a pattern.

Perhaps even
an eventual destination.

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

What we're not seeing is
that there is a second plane

chasing after that first plane.

It's affecting its movement.

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

I'm that second plane.

AMITA:
Exactly.

When we plot your movements
against those of your targets --

The pattern makes itself known.

Oh, some pattern.

They hit, I chase.

Oh, not exactly,
I mean, for instance,

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

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

LARRY: And when
we plotted your path,

against Hoyle and Winters',

we got this.

The missing Wyoming dot.

Yeah. This is
the Red Desert robbery.

The missing point on a curve

that I didn't even realize
I was looking at.

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

It's created when one point
chases after another.

See, if a fighter pilot
aims straight at the point

where he sees an enemy plane,

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

So, in order to maintain
his following distance,

he has to adjust his direction,

matching the movements
of his quarry.

Now, if he wants
to catch that plane,

he has to anticipate
its movement,

aim his nose ahead
of the lead plane.

(machine gunfire)

You have been locked

in a pursuit curve
with the killers.

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

Well, Laplace said that
if he knew the velocity

and position of every particle
in the universe,

he could predict
every future event.

DON: Sure. I mean, the same
principles apply to human behavior.

Right?

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

CHARLIE: And, Ian,

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

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

I get that feeling a lot.

(phone rings)

She's getting a call.

LYDIA:
Yeah?

CRYSTAL: Did you see the news
about the meth lab?

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

Yeah.

Listen to me.

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

Just, uh... go.

Leave well enough alone?

I just meant that, uh...

Look, there's a bag for you.

It's under the mailbox
on the corner.

You're a good friend.

DAVID: Lydia Campos just
got a call from Crystal Hoyle.

Yeah, yeah. We heard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ian, there's no decision here.

Take it! David, take the bag!

How you doing, Lydia?

Come on. I'm not carrying.

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

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

Things that people leave
under mailboxes.

No way you can say that's mine.

No. Not anymore.

Turn around and put
your hands on your head.

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

We want Crystal,

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

This girl is supposed
to be your friend, right?

You've known her since '92.

- You were waitresses together.
- We were both just kids.

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

Her parents were pushing her
for grades.

They wouldn't let her hang out.

It didn't sound like a house
I would have run away from.

And how long was it before
you got her into drugs?

It wasn't me.

She got involved
with this married guy.

You know, the kind that

comes on like he's a friend,

finds her an apartment.

And, before he says
what he really wants,

it's too late for her
to say no anymore?

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

looking for a place to crash.

Billy being the married guy?

Billy being the rebound guy.

He was a total loser.

I tried to tell Cris that,
but this married guy,

he screwed her up real good.

Billy's the reason
we got busted, though.

They were his drugs.

After, she was sent back
to Texas.

So why did she call you
15 years later?

She said she met someone...

someone who was going
to help make things right.

When I told her about the
meth lab and all the guns,

she got real interested.

What about Billy?

Where am I supposed to find him?

I don't know.

Crystal asked me the same thing.

Billy Rivers.

Arrested for dealing,
bunco, stealing.

Jack of all trades,
master of none.

And nobody's heard from him
for about two days.

Right. Right around the time
Hoyle hit town.

If Reeves is right
about the meth lab hit,

Crystal's on some payback kick.

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

Yeah, along with Pierce Brenner.

- The dead car salesman.
- MEGAN: Yeah.

In 1992, he was working
at a car dealership

three blocks from where Crystal
and Lydia were waiting tables.

Lydia said that Crystal
disappeared with a married guy.

All right, so what?

She runs away,
she hooks up with Brenner,

rebounds with Billy
Rivers and drugs.

This isn't about a rebound.

This girl has
crossed a threshold.

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

DAVID: Wait. But she moved
back home, right?

Straightened her life out,

and became some kind
of model citizen.

Yeah. Until Buck Winters,

and the unfulfilled fantasy
of innocent love,

and the way that her life
could have gone.

Until she killed
the kid's father.

Right. Destroying any
boundaries she had left at all,

plunging her into this
even darker fantasy,

where she kills
the older guy who used her,

and destroys the drugs
that sent her back

to this middle-class lifestyle
that she never even wanted.

She's erasing her mistakes.

Billy Rivers is one
of those mistakes.

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

♪♪

I mean, we've been
through his known associates,

his favorite hangouts, right?

The guy is hiding.

And Hoyle and Winters are
out there looking for him.

What do you think
about, you know,

like, adjusting the
pursuit curve for that?

Uh... for Crystal
chasing Rivers.

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

You know, I've... I've
been running expressions

assuming a dog chasing a cat.

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

I thought I was an airplane.

Oh, cats and dogs
work better now.

The cat has two sets
of points affecting it now:

the way she adjusts
her angle of pursuit

to overtake the mouse,

and the strategy she employs
to evade the dog.

Obviously,
the dog's optimal strategy

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

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

Just where Hoyle is going
to be looking for him.

Exactly. So, if we adjust,

and weight values for Rivers'
previous known locations --

so old addresses
and sites of arrest and such,

eliminating places that we know
Hoyle has already searched,

while using them to infer her
decision patterns...

Voodoo.

- Hey, Charlie.
- Hey.

You ready?

We're supposed to go to dinner.

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

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

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

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

I can take a break, you know?

As long as we
go someplace close.

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

It is important, but you

are important, too.

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

Anyway, I have a
seminar on Thursday

on the adaptive enumeration
of implicit surfaces,

and I should probably
go over my notes.

Yeah. You sure?

I'm sure.

Okay. (chuckles)

Okay.

(sighs)

MEGAN (over radio): Warrant's
a go on the cousin's house.

Get in there.

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

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

Copy that.

(woman laughing)

(quietly) FBI,

sorry about this.

We have
the two occupants secured:

Rivers' cousin and girlfriend.

You're clear to extract.

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

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

You know that Crystal's looking
for Rivers.

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

MAN: Sir, I need you
to hurry, please.

Yeah, we're coming, okay?

It's amazing.

When someone who starts
with all the advantages:

good home, good parents,
ends up here.

I don't think
she wanted advantages.

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

A little advice?

When you get into heads
like theirs,

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

You're probably right.

Trans Am is coming up Vineland.

MEGAN: We've got Winters;
it looks like he's alone.

Trans Am is parked
two houses up.

She must be in a second car --
They never split up.

Yeah, but the streets are empty.

She's not in the zone.

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

He's making his way
to the back door.

COLBY:
Copy that.

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

MEGAN:
Everybody, go now.

FBI! FBI, don't move!

That was a hell of a shot.

Better than he deserves.

I'm not telling you
where she is.

DON: He doesn't know.
He's bait.

She almost got him killed.

You don't understand her.

Cris loves me so much,

she never lets me
out of her sight.

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

She shot his father
14 times, right?

Fourteen.

My mother drank herself to
death over that old bastard's abuse,

and Cris was the only one
who was there for me.

He wanted to get her fired
for that.

And she killed him
to protect your secret?

You're not listening.

I killed him.

I'll kill anyone
who tries to hurt her.

The things she's already
been through in life.

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

You wanted to get
to Rivers before she did?

Cris wants to talk to him.

This guy who lied
to her, he used her,

he got her arrested.

Look, you see what she did
to Brenner?

What almost happened
to you, huh?

If you love her, Buck,

you have to help us
take her safely.

Take her?

You can't lock up
a force of nature.

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

He's young, stupid and in love.

I don't think he's
going to budge.

You got any juice left
on those pursuit curves?

I'll take another look,

but I suspect we're
no longer looking

at anything
like a classic pursuit.

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

You okay with it?

Of course I'm okay.

I mean, no,
I'm going to miss him, though.

I'm going to miss the guy,

but I can certainly understand
his point of view.

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

Yeah, right.

Something else?

Oh, um, Amita, she decided
to stay at CalSci.

Oh, no season tickets
for the Bruins? What?

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

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

No, no, no, don't get me wrong.

No, she's amazing.
She's an amazing woman.

It just seems like
I keep wondering

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

Ah, she stayed.

She wants the same things
you want.

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

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

I mean, I don't know if relationships
are ever exactly what we want.

I mean, me and Robin...

You like her?

Yeah, I like her, I just...

I don't know.

Look, you say you wanted
a second chance.

You got it, you know?

The only thing that'll
screw that up...

- Is me?
- Yeah, exactly.

(shackles rattling)

(garbled radio transmission)

(engine starting)

(car alarm chirps)

17 years old

and his future is already
a forgone conclusion.

You know how fearsome
a thought that is

that a single choice
can determine a destiny?

Buck Winters'
or Crystal Hoyle's destiny?

One is essentially a child,

the other's a
fully-formed adult.

Formed around a 15-year-old girl
who made the kind of bad decisions

that 15-year-old girls make,

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

I am detecting here an authority
that transcends the theoretical.

Well... I didn't run away from
home, but I didn't walk, either.

And unlike Crystal,

I can live with all
of my decisions.

I don't even regret
most of them.

Does that make you
uncomfortable?

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

Does that make you
uncomfortable?

No, I find it oddly attractive.

(chuckles)

You continually put me
in mind of the M57 nebula.

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

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

of being compared
to the M57 nebula.

And thank you for breakfast.

I was way too wound up
to go home.

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

Maybe towards my place sometime.

(chuckles)

(car starts)

(car drives away)

Not exactly the kind of
guy I pictured you with.

I really wouldn't if I were you.

You know who I am,

so you know what I'm capable of.

We live or we die,
it's your choice.

What do you want to do?

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

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