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(camera whirring)

(camera whirring)

Hello!

It's John.

Are you here?

Hello?

(shutter clicks)

(shutter clicks)

(shower running)

(shutter clicks)

It's John!

Hello.

Do you want some company?

(glass shatters)

Victim is John Santos,
30, recently divorced.

Video store manager.

What do you say, Colby?

Hey, he's in here --

we found a wallet
in his back pocket.

Car was parked out front.

License said he's
from Riverside.

Brought his own refreshments.

Even found the receipt for it.
Here you go, Greg.

Thank you. We'll get
that to the lab.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Real estate agent
found the body?

Yeah, same as all the others.

Agent walks in
with the prospective buyer,

opened up and find
the guy like this.

She's never seen him before.

No. Must have taken
the key out of the lock box.

We found the "for sale" sign
tossed into the bushes.

Well, it's the same story.

Tied up, beaten.

DAVID:
Six weeks,

three victims, all the same M.O.

COLBY: All in unoccupied
homes for sale.

I mean, there's no doubt we
got a serial killer here.

CHARLIE:
Larry!

Over here, Charles.

What is this?
What are you doing?

Well, I'm preparing for the event
horizon of a new perspective.

Hmm. Guess that makes two of us.

Look, I know I haven't been

entirely supportive
of your decision

to sit atop a Roman candle
and blast off into the unknown.

Hey, if an apology is coming...

...your launch window
is shrinking fast.

I've done some soul-searching.

I think it's really great that
your dream is finally coming true.

Well...

I'm grateful for that, Charles.

I'm just...

I'm gonna miss you.

Yeah, I know.

Well, it's only
six months and...

though I will be traveling
250 miles above the Earth,

at 18,000 miles per hour,

it's only a phone call away,

albeit a very
expensive phone call.

Going-away present.

I'd say you shouldn't have,

but given your
recent behavior...

Open it.

This is my T-shirt.

The one I gave to you
for safekeeping.

You're rocketing
into space, Larry.

There's no downside
to packing a lucky shirt.

Charles, I will be okay.

Truly I will.

Well...

Well, I'm headed to the FBI.

I'm gonna go work
on a case for Don.

Wanna join me?

Why not?

Cool.

So we've got three victims now,

all bound, all beaten to death.

Victim Number Three is this guy,
Santos, the video manager.

Victim Number One
is Scott Tillman,

40-year-old family man
from Mar Vista,

killed six weeks
ago in Westwood.

And Two is Jared Holt. He's 55.

He's a broker,
he lives in Malibu

and he was killed
ten days ago in Glendale.

No apparent link between them.

Except for one thing.
The houses they were found in.

Unoccupied, for sale.

All three houses were listed with
three separate real estate companies.

Charlie, we couldn't
find a connection there.

All right, so what are they
doing at these houses?

Well, they all went willingly.

They drove themselves.
Their cars were found on-site.

Plus, you don't bring beer
to your own funeral.

They're finding
the locations first,

and somehow they're getting
these guys there without a fight.

If I may...

The houses are the key.

See, while they may seem
to be randomly selected,

may even appear to be
different on the surface,

there's very likely a discernible
pattern here somewhere.

MEGAN: You thinking, you profile
the houses, you profile the killer?

CHARLIE: By using a
multi-attribute compositional model,

I can analyze houses by
looking at the individual parts

that make up the whole.

And given what we know about
the killer's preferences,

well, then, you know,
I can composite his dream house.

All right. So... compare them
to the other houses for sale.

MEGAN: And generate a list
of locations where

he'll most likely strike again.

DAVID:
Clothes make the man.

Maybe houses make the murderer.

COLBY: This guy has definitely
got his own playbook.

I mean, most serial killers,
they stalk their victims,

or they bring them home
to do the deed.

This guy is doing neither.

He lures his victims
to these houses.

All right, so, I mean, he knows

more than just which ones
are for sale.

Yeah, he knows which
ones are empty and when.

It sounds to me like we're
looking for a real estate agent,

maybe a contractor.

I wonder how he gets them
into the houses to begin with.

I don't know.
But we checked the bank records

and they showed all three
of these victims

just before the murders
took money out of ATMs.

Maybe he's baiting them --
you know, with drugs.

COLBY: Yeah,
or maybe something else.

Our second victim, Jared Holt,

he got busted two years ago
on a solicitation rap

with a prostitute in Hollywood.

Could be a hustle turned murder.

Okay, so cell phones, e-mails,

and the first guy
had a wife, right?

Yeah, Megan's on all that.

All right.

We were married 16 years.

Wow...

So...

you said on the phone the FBI...

had some new information?

Thank you.

Yeah. Another man
has been found.

(sighs)

It's...

Tomorrow,

it's six weeks to the day.

It's hardest on the kids.

Tom cries every morning,
wants his daddy.

But Susan's the one
I'm really worried about.

She doesn't cry at all.

I'm really sorry to put
you through this again.

No, it's okay. It's just...

I don't know what
more I can tell you.

Well, we found some
commonalities between the murders.

- Commonalities?
- Yeah.

Your husband withdrew
some money from an ATM

just before he went to the house.

Money?

Yeah. A few hundred dollars.

And you think that
could be significant?

We're not sure, but...

we're not sure why
he was at the house

or what he would have
had the money for.

I told you,
we moved here a year ago,

needed a house fast,
bought this one, sight unseen.

We talked about getting
a bigger place.

Isn't that strange that he would
be there alone, though?

Oh, Scott made most
of our financial decisions,

so if we were getting
a bigger place, he...

Plus, my birthday was coming up.

If, uh, I had to guess,

I would say he probably
wanted to surprise me.

Some birthday present, huh?

LARRY:
Imagine a tortured psyche

avenging some childhood slight.

He chooses houses that
remind him of where he grew up.

Completes the circle.

It's very Hitchcock.

I would say it's very Megan.

You two have been spending
so much time together,

your minds are melding.

Well, of course we needed
to maximize the hours

given that soon we will be
restricted to more...

oh... creative communication.

So is that part of the creative
communications plan?

Actually, somebody threw
a wrench in the works

in my attempts to secure
the CalSci Celestron,

but Megan and I have now
devised a new arrangement.

I will be able
to look down at her...

as she is able to look up at me.

(laser blipping)

Ooh.

Is that your...?

Wait a second.
You have a cell phone?

Since when
do you have one of those?

Since NASA started calling me.

I'm sorry. This is
Larry Fleinhardt.

- Can I help you?
- You know what?

His theory about the
killer's childhood?

Yeah.

It's making me think we should
re-weight these variables, you know?

Okay.

CHARLIE:
So why don't we start...?

What's up?

Well, my journey may have ended
before it even began.

What happened?

Just... the mission.

What, was it scratched?

No.

Apparently, I was.

DAVID: You going through
victim backgrounds?

Yes. I have
medical history,

and family histories
and education.

Anything in common?

I don't know yet.
Maybe.

John Santos, that last victim,

he has a sealed record with
Child and Family Services.

He went through all kinds
of foster care growing up.

So?

So, Jared Holt,
that second victim,

has a solicitation rap.

I'm not sure I follow.

You know, the rage,
the violence.

It all has a sort of
sexual component to it,

but, you know, I'm not
putting this out there

till I finish my homework.

(sighs)

Does it look bad?

- I-I don't know, but...
- Of course not.

We'll find out in a second.

What's the story?

According to Millie,

some unnamed rival of Larry's

in some unnamed institute
in Massachusetts

lobbied for an 11th-hour
background check.

It seems that some
of Larry's recent...

lifestyle choices have become
a subject of concern of NASA.

They...

They found out he was living
in the steam tunnels, right?

AMITA: How could they?

I mean, we're his friends
and we didn't even know until...

Mildred.

And just when I was beginning to think
she was a living, breathing human being.

ALAN: Come on.
Come on, Charlie.

How could you
blame Millie for this?

How can I blame her?
How can you defend her?

NASA called her.

It wasn't the other way around.

Mildred is department
chair, Charlie.

I mean, if NASA pressed her for
a full disclosure, she couldn't lie.

She felt horrible
about this whole thing.

I-I did, too.

What's all this about?

It's real estate data.

We're trying to quantify a serial
killer's emotional attachment

to the houses he
commits murders in.

Mmm. Well,

killer or home-buyer,

the rule is always
the same, isn't it?

Location, location, location.

He's right.

We've been looking
at the houses.

We should be looking
at the neighborhoods.

I checked the victims' phone
logs and their credit cards.

They didn't go
to the same places,

they didn't talk
to the same people.

E-mail?

Colby's checking their
Internet service providers,

but so far, it's not
looking so good.

All right, so we're back
to square one.

Maybe not completely.

Why, what do you got?

I called Child
and Family Services

about victim number three --
John Santos.

The one with the
sealed juvie record.

Yeah.

At seven years old
he was removed from his home.

Suspicion that he was being
sexually molested.

Well, you know, this is the gift
that keeps on giving. Those victims...

DON: Right. A lot of them
become abusers themselves.

Yeah, so that inspired me to take
a fresh look at all of our victims.

And number two, Jared Holt --

he's the one that had
the solicitation rap --

what we didn't know was that
the prostitute was underage.

She was 14 years old.

His lawyer had the rape charge
dismissed.

And what about victim number
one, the teacher?

His wife told me they moved.

Turns out they moved a lot.

Five schools in seven years.

I called the administrators,
nobody had any comment.

Well, that definitely
tells us something.

Tells us we've got a guy
soliciting underage prostitutes,

a teacher messing with kids

and a victim of sexual
abuse who more than likely

may have become
an abuser himself.

COLBY: Just got off the phone
with the victim's ISPs.

They didn't have anything
in e-mails,

but they did have records
of visits to chat rooms.

Dozens of sites with names
like "Lonely Girls Only,"

"Cheerleader Diaries."

Got tons more if you want 'em.

Maybe they decided to take it
a step further than just talk.

Maybe that's why they're dead.

Hey, good morning.

All right, so...
he's going after sex offenders.

Yeah, and combined with
the brutality of the murders,

it really suggests one motive.

Right, revenge.

Yeah, something happened
in the past

and the killer's getting
payback now.

He's likely a victim of abuse.

MEGAN:
Yeah, or someone close to him.

A daughter, sister.

And what, the common
denominator's the Internet?

MEGAN: Yeah, he's luring
them in through the chat rooms.

All right, why don't you get
after those transcripts, huh?

We're on it.

So if the killer's
meeting his victims online,

there's got to be
an electronic trail, right?

Yeah, I mean,
if we find the common username

that these people talk to,
I think we've found the killer.

Good.

Sorry for the mess.

I just got the kids
off to school.

Your Internet service provider
gave me a list of chat rooms

your husband visited.

Huh?

They seem more appropriate
for a 14-year-old girl

than a 40-year-old man.

We know why your
husband was at that house.

I think you do, too,
Mrs. Tillman.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

All those schools

in all those cities?

You have children.

How can you
continue to protect him?

My husband and I were married
for 16 years.

I have a family.

You think I could just
throw it all away?

We tried counseling.

He promised he'd stop.

But he didn't, did he?

He told me, he swore to me...

...he'd never touch the kids.

Your husband went on a chat room
and met someone

that he thought was
a very young girl.

Someone else's kid.

And he went to that
house to meet her.

Now if you saw a name...

if you saw an I.M.
on his computer...

You protected him for a really long
time and look where it's gotten you.

If you keep living
in this denial,

you're just going
to protect his killer.

We are done here.
Thank you.

AMITA: You haven't said
one word in ten minutes.

Just thinking.

Look, I think by now
I can distinguish between

Professor Eppes puzzling
over a math problem

and Charlie Eppes
worrying about a friend.

It's not Larry.

It's me.

To think I was glad that my best
friend's dream had been destroyed.

(laughs)

What's that say about me?

That you're human.

That you care about Larry.

I think when it
comes to emotions,

Professor Eppes has to cut
Charlie Eppes a little bit of slack.

The good news is

I have been working.

The current thinking is

our killer was targeting
sex offenders.

Or preying on young teens, right?

Right. Which is why I reset the
parameters of our neighborhood analysis

to reflect the interests
of teenagers.

All three houses are
located near schools,

movie theaters
and shopping malls.

Places were kids go?

(whispers)
Right.

(piano jazz playing)

NASA hasn't made any
decisions yet, Larry.

Don't give up yet.

Oh, what was I thinking?

That I had the right stuff?

Larry Fleinhardt,
steam tunnel freak.

Oh, come on, you're not a freak.

You are an eccentric.

A delightful,

charming, sexy eccentric.

But you are not a freak.

You know why I bought
that car, don't you?

The '31 Ford.

I remember something about the
organization and the art deco lines.

All true, but the
tipping point --

what made me take
the pecuniary plunge --

was actually the hood ornament.

That's right.

It was a bird in flight.

Now a day ago, I was that bird.

Now...

Now my wings have been clipped.

COLBY:
Don, I think we got something.

Found a bunch of chat rooms
that each of the three victims visited.

Now on the day that
they were murdered

each of them had chatted
with the same person --

a user named cheerchik15.

The transcripts indicate our killer
pretended to be a 15-year-old girl.

Okay, well, trace it.

Well, he was smart.

He used Internet cafes,
paid cash,

made sure there were no cameras.

So what, dead end?

Except we had our techs check
the visitor logs

of those chat rooms going
all the way back to the fall.

What, this cheerchik
appear before?

Yeah, three months ago.

And he just finds
them again online?

How do you explain that?

Well, we can't exactly,

but at least we have
somebody to ask now.

The guy slipped up
and used his home computer.

I.P. address traces back
to a Brendan McCrary.

- All right, and?
- He fits the profile.

He had a daughter who was
victimized by an online predator.

She committed suicide
a year ago.

Wife works for a mortgage
company.

COLBY: So he had access to all
the real estate information he needed.

All right, go for it. Pick him up,
let's see what we get.

MAN:
All right, defense! Move back!

BOY:
Open!

MAN:
Move it up!

(indistinct shouting)

(whistle blows)

(players cheering)

BOY:
Hey. Dad...

See that?

Oh, yeah. Good, son.

- I need some answers...
- Brendan McCrary.

- I got to go.
- FBI.

- We need to talk to you.
- About what?

Your exploits on the Internet.

Cheerchik15 -- ring a bell?

Turn it around, put your hands
behind your back.

Wait, wait, wait, this is nuts.
Guys, we're on the same side.

The same side?

I can explain it.
You just need to...

Sir, you don't want
to do this here.

(man shouting indistinctly)

BRENDAN:
Hey, call your mother.

I need the lawyer.

(whistle blowing)
MAN: Let's go, come on!

Tell me something, Mr. McCrary,

you are cheerchik15?

It's a user name I go by.

Pretending to be
a 15-year-old girl wanting sex.

Excuse me, but what is it you
think my client has done here?

Hold on a second, Counselor.

This is Scott Tillman,
Jared Holt

and this is John Santos.

They're all dead -- they all
communicated with cheerchik15.

- What?!
- Yeah, that's right,

they were given an
address of a house

to meet on the day
they were murdered.

I...

This is a chat with Santos.

Santos: "What are
you wearing?"

Cheerchik15:

"Wouldn't you
like to know? LOL."

- That's enough, Mr. Eppes...
- Santos -- Hold on -- Can I come over?"

Cheerchik15:
"Parents are away for weekend.

I'll get pretty for you."

- Santos: "I'll be there."
- Yeah, yeah.

That's my username
but it's not me.

Right. You going to tell me it
wasn't you three months ago?

Huh?

God, you don't know
what this is about, do you?

No, I get it. I understand --

it's payback for what happened
with your daughter, isn't that it?

- My daughter?
- I mean, it makes sense.

- I think there's a serious mistake...
- BRENDAN: My daughter...

Wait, no, because you couldn't
protect her...

You're the ones
who couldn't protect her!

What?

The guy who lured her
out was on parole.

I belong to a group called
Parents Stop Predators.

We go online to chat rooms,
we pretend to be teens

and we have
these creeps arrested.

Say what?

Maybe someone hijacked
my user name from the group.

I don't know, but whoever killed
these men it wasn't me.

Brendan?

- Are you all right?
- Everything's okay.

I just saw the lawyer.

He said that the FBI was talking
to you about some murders?

It turns out it was
all a big mistake.

MRS. McCRARY: A mistake?
- Yeah. Come on.

You people are always
making mistakes.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

You know,

- if you were doing your job...
- Let's go.

- my daughter would still be alive.
- Let's go.

Not sure this is going
to brighten the mood any.

- Well?
- His story checks out.

Local P.D. confirmed
that three months ago

he attempted to lure
the victims to a house.

They didn't bite, so he
sent a letter instead.

Saying?

Notification they'd attempted explicit
sexual conversations with a minor.

Threatened to out them to their
families if they didn't seek counseling.

Oh... and he has an
alibi to the last murder.

CHARLIE:
Don.

What, you got something?

Yeah, I think we figured out why
the killer's picking these houses.

Amita's got the laptop.

So...

we hit a wall trying to
composite our killer's ideal house

because we realized
he's not choosing houses.

He's choosing by neighborhoods.

CHARLIE: Exactly. We're all
familiar with Megan's Law.

Yeah, requires the police to tell
the public about sex offenders.

There's also something
called Jessica's Law.

Right. Where they can't live.

Not 2,000 feet from a school,
or day care, right?

So what we did was we ran an
analysis of Jessica's Laws hot zones

and mapped it against the
locations of the three houses.

MEGAN: The houses
where the murders occurred

are all dead center?

DON: Right. So these are the
areas we're supposed to look?

And I also mapped all the other
Jessica's Law hot zones

in the entire L.A. area.

Oh, boy.

Come on, Charlie, what,
are you kidding me?

I mean, there's no way we
can cover this much ground.

MEGAN: Wait a minute.

That might be the
killer's message.

That there's no way
we can stop these guys.

What? Only he can?

DAVID: A web host
monitoring one of their sites

just gave us a call.

Our killer posted a video.

Don, you have to see this.

I didn't do anything.

I just came by to see a friend.

(panting)

My name is John Santos...

I came to this house to have sex
with a 15-year-old girl.

This isn't the first time.

DAVID: He beats them
until they confess.

I've had relations with over
30 girls under the age of 15.

I ask for forgiveness
from them...

from their families...

You don't want to see the rest.

Killer uploaded
this video to a site

that holds suicides,
beheadings, you name it.

- Post today?
- Yeah, this morning.

I did a search and found a
similar video of victim number two

put up two days
after he was killed.

What about the first victim?

Nothing yet.

All right, well,
can you trace him?

Techs have been trying,

but the killer must have used
some kind of masking program.

They haven't been able
to crack it.

All right, well, who
are you going to call?

- Charlie.
- There you go.

(phone beeps)

(speed dial tone)

Yeah, so it seems to me

that the killer is using some
kind of "onion-routing" technique.

Onion-routing

is a way of sending
content over a network

and still remaining
completely anonymous.

It's sort of like a person sending
a series of letters inside letters.

He sends the first one
to a friend,

who then finds a second letter
inside,

and all that friend knows is,

he's supposed to forward
that letter, so he does.

So, each letter is like a layer
of an onion being peeled back

until the final message inside
is revealed.

Can you crack
something like this?

You know, it's funny,
I created an algorithm

for one of Larry's projects,

and so I-I think I can
adapt it to this case.

And speaking of Larry,
Charlie, I...

I keep thinking that maybe

there's something
that-that we can do to help him.

I keep thinking the same thing,
but I-I don't know what.

What about all the people you
know in the science community?

What if you call one of them?

(sighs)

Well, Larry's NoiseTamper
project is an NSA initiative,

but you have to understand,

if NASA's questioning
Larry's overall fitness, that's...

Then we should make that call,

because Larry is devastated.

His spirit is-is crushed.

He's like a star collapsing in
on himself.

You two have been
hanging out a lot.

Charlie, I don't want him
to go either.

If there's anything we can do,

we have to let Larry be Larry.

The killer's timeline
is definitely accelerating.

He's gone from six weeks
between kills to ten days;

now down to 72 hours.

What's the deal, is Charlie's
thing up and running?

Megan says it'll be up in an
hour, but there's a problem.

What's that?

It can't run a trace
after an upload's completed.

It can only look for content
during transmission.

Great, so what do we do, wait
till the guy does it again?

This better work.
(typing)

CHARLIE: Hey, so I got
the algorithm set

to scan the site the
killer's been uploading to.

Once we get a hit, we'll be able
to trace his transmission.

All right, good.

(beeping)
We got a hit, Professor.

Okay. Hey.
Don, hey! We got a hit.

My name is Wendell Henderson.

I came to this house

to have sex
with a 15-year-old girl.

In the past ten years, I've...

molested over 40 young girls.

- Some as young as 11...
- All right, so?

It's getting there.
Just another minute.

I understand that I can
never give these young girls...

Wow, this is really odd.

What?

This transmission --

the file size and video
times are steadily increasing,

and the checksums
are constantly changing.

This is uploading live.

- Wait, what?
- Don...

...their trust...

- He hasn't killed him yet.
- Tina, come on.

- You got to give me a location now.
- I'm tapping into the server.

I should be able to run a ping
trace to find the broadcast socket.

Do that. Call me in the car.

HENDERSON: I ask forgiveness...
from these young girls...

Got it.

- 252 Estrella.
- ...and their parents...

...for the pain and suffering
that I've caused...

(sirens wailing)

Jimmy, you guys come with me.

Colby, David,
take two and head out back.

FBI! FBI! FBI!

- FBI! FBI!
- What is this?!

- Wait here! Don't move!
- What's happening?

- You alone in the house?
- Yes, I don't understand.

All right. All right, it's okay.
You been on the Internet?

No, it's been down today.

Okay, it's okay.
Just relax.

We're sorry, it's
the wrong house, ma'am.

We're going to rectify this.

- The killer's covering his tracks.
- (dialing phone)

He must have
piggybacked their router.

I'm sorry, ma'am. Sorry.

Hey, Charlie, we got
a problem here.

(muffled scream)

Yeah, Don, what's going on?

We... we just lost
our video transmission.

DON:
It's the wrong house.

He must have
piggybacked the signal.

Oh, no, that's not possible.

You know what, if he did,

then he's in the area
using a Wi-Fi signal.

Tell me all the houses for sale
in the neighborhood.

I'm already on it.

Okay, I've got a house.

It's two streets over.

It's 2463
North Irving Boulevard.

DISPATCH: All units...
2463 North Irving Boulevard,

stand by for possible backup...

Oh, damn.

Damn!

Ah, he's dead.

He must have heard the chopper.

Left in a hurry.

Ah, he left this --

computer transmitting gear.

We were close.

Yeah, well. You guys clear?

AGENT:
All clear.

Wendell Henderson.

32, computer geek.

Same story.

He talked dirty with Brendan McCrary
in a chatroom three months ago.

And the killer
contacts him again,

using McCrary's
username to lure him.

DAVID: Electronic gear we
found was all bought with cash.

The store owners can't remember
who made the purchases.

I mean, so whoever it is clearly
has access to McCrary's files.

COLBY: He may be right.

It may be somebody from his
group who hijacked his username.

DAVID: I have a list of all the
Parents Stop Predator volunteers,

transcripts of their chatroom
conversations.

Well, then may I take
a look at that?

A lot of names to go through,
Charlie.

Maybe instead of going
through the names,

why don't we go
through the chat?

- What do you mean?
- Well, it's just like any language.

You know, on-line messaging

has its own vocabulary
and syntax.

Senders of these messages develop
their own unique patterns of speech,

which can then be analyzed
using Statistical Linguistic Analysis.

It's like a jeweler
beading a necklace.

A jeweler chooses certain
types of beads

then strings them
in a particular pattern

according to his own unique,
personal style,

just like IM senders
will exhibit their own styles,

patterns of speech
which are unique to them.

So, then we just compare them.

Yeah, to the transcripts
of the volunteers

for this "Parents Stop
Predators" group.

Look, if the killer
is in that group,

he will be betrayed
by his own chat.

Amita.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Um, have you seen Charlie?

I-I have the transcripts
from the killer's latest chat.

He's working in Larry's office.

Larry's at a symposium.

And he thought he could
concentrate better there.

Oh, he's got you working
on this, too?

Well, my experience with asymptotic
combinatorics comes in handy.

Sounds like everything you need
for a good working relationship.

Charlie and I
work well together.

That must be nice.

You gonna miss him, aren't you?

Yeah, a little more than I
think I originally thought I would.

- Well, he's coming back.
- Yeah, he is.

And I have a telescope now.

(laughs)

You know, I'm actually
going that way.

I'll walk with you.

- (laughing) Okay, thank you.
- Sure.

CHARLIE:
I need to speak with Dr. York

concerning Lawrence Fleinhardt.

F-L-E-I...

Oh, you know him?

Okay, well, then I guess you're
the person I need to be speaking to.

Um, I've known
Professor Fleinhardt

for approximately 17 years,

and I'll be the first to admit
he's an eccentric.

I'm aware that that's
your concern.

Yeah, but he's brilliant.

He's the kindest,

most decent person I know.

Yes.

I am, I am personally
vouching for him, yes.

Well, I appreciate that.

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I guess that is all
I have to say.

Thank you.

(mouthing)

Hey. So, you got something?

Yeah, I did what I said I was
going to do.

I compared the killer's
messaging patterns

against our Parents
Stop Predators group

and I've isolated a near match
within an error margin

of five percent.

All right, so who?

According to my math,
Brendan McCrary.

No, no, that's not possible.

He's already alibied
for two of the murders.

Yeah, but Charlie's saying
he found a near match.

You know they say people
and their pets start to look alike?

Same thing happens
in family dynamics.

One member of a family will
start to think and speak alike.

What, the family?

Well, the wife did go off
on you pretty good.

Yeah, but going off isn't what
I'm talking about,

'cause that's too explosive.

This kind of rage is,
is calculated carefully.

All right, well, if you
don't think it's the wife,

there's only one survivor left.

All right, Matt, this
is from your laptop.

List of sexual predators,

these are chat room
conversations.

He says you downloaded it
from my computer. Is that true?

Four of the names from your
father's list were murdered.

Now, he didn't do it.

You're the only other source.

You going to tell me
what I want to know?

Agent Eppes asked you
a question, son.

I didn't kill anyone.

Who did?

Hey, look, it makes sense that you'd
want to get back at people like that --

what happened with your sister.

It's normal, it's natural.
I would, too.

But that makes you
just like them, right?

Is that what you
really want to be?

No.

Sweetie...

I didn't know they were going
to get hurt, I swear.

Tell them what
they need to know.

I met this person in a chat room

for families of victims
of sexual predators.

I didn't know his name
or anything about him.

All I know is that he listened.

Honey,

if you were having problems,
why didn't you come to us?

What were you going to do?

- Matt!
- Oh, seriously,

Dad, you're too busy
with your Catch The Creep group.

And you?

You don't even come out
of your room half the day

except to go into Katie's
bedroom to look around.

You don't think I see?

I loved Katie.

Losing her sucked.

But I didn't just lose her.

I lost you, too.

This person you said you met,
what'd you talk about?

My dad's group, mostly.

How useless they are getting
these guys into counseling.

How counseling doesn't
do anything.

You gave him the names, right?

It's...

I didn't mean for
any of this to happen.

(sniffles)

I'm sorry.

LARRY:
Hey, Charles.

I thought you should know.

- Yeah?
- I heard from NASA.

- Uh-huh?
- I'm back on the mission.

Oh, that's... that is great.

Congratulations.

Well, apparently,

someone at the NSA
did some arm twisting.

Oh, well, they're the experts,
off the record.

Well, on the record...

thank you very much.

I didn't do anything...

aside from making them see
the error of their ways.

Consider it my contribution
to national security.

(laughs) What, you think having
me off planet improves our security?

I didn't say it.

Well, I know you
don't want me to go.

And therein lies the
nobility of what you did.

What I did was repay a debt.

You don't remember this, do you?

But, uh, when I was a
14-year-old kid at Princeton...

...when we first met, do you
remember what you said to me?

Oh, as I recall,
I said many things.

You said...

that you wanted to see me
safely launched

into the academic firmament.

Now it's your turn.

Listen, just so you know,

it's always harder on the mentor

than it is on the student.

COLBY: I traced the username
of the person

that Matt McCrary talked
to in the chatroom.

- Right.
- It was a dead end.

Yeah, guy keeps covering
his tracks, right?

How about you, you got anything?

I keep going over
my interview notes.

Matt McCrary had a conversation
with the killer

talking about how useless
counseling is for guys like these.

Sounds an awful lot like my
conversation with Elaine Tillman.

The first victim's wife?

You think she had something
to do with this?

MEGAN: She said her husband
swore he would never touch their kids.

What, she lying?

We never did find
his video confession online.

I think I know why.

Because she didn't need
a confession.

Right, 'cause she already knew.

All right, so going with
that theory,

I get why she kills her husband,

but what about
the rest of the guys?

The notification letter Brendan
McCrary sent the Tillmans

must have been the trigger that
just pushed her over the edge,

and then she met Matt online.

And she knew that there were
all these other men out there

just like her husband.

COLBY: We know Scott Tillman
taught computer science in high school,

so she could've learned what
she needed to know from him.

Architect of his own demise.

DAVID: We checked
Elaine Tillman's e-mail.

Over the past three months,

she's contacted a half a
dozen real estate agencies.

She did say her and her husband
were looking to buy a bigger house.

She used a different name to
contact the real estate agent,

- make the appointment.
- All right, where is she?

Two hours ago, she dropped
the kids off with a neighbor,

said her mom was sick,
had to take her to the hospital.

Uh, no, she's lined up
her next victim.

All right, how many houses
are in here?

- Almost 100.
- Yeah, at least.

All right, let's get it up
to Charlie.

So I mapped all the locations of
the houses on Elaine Tillman's list.

And assuming she's
sticking to live uploads,

she's gonna need a strong
Wi-Fi connection.

All right, I don't want to go
to the wrong house again, so...

Doesn't even matter
because this time

we'll know where
she's transmitting from.

Yeah, and how's that?

When I did my real estate
analysis,

I was looking at
Wi-Fi connectivity.

In fact, I had your techs
cross check the database

of broadband users
in these areas

against owners of
wireless routers.

That sounds like
a lot of houses.

Not where we're looking.

Because, remember,
she was choosing houses

in Jessica's Law hot zones.

Overlaying those hot zones
over our map of houses

and factoring in
for Wi-Fi connectivity,

I've isolated five locations
where she'll likely strike next.

All right, I'm gonna get
LAPD into those areas.

As soon as we find her car,
we're gonna move in.

There's Elaine Tillman's car.

House is around the corner.

2152 Floresta.

And LAPD has the perimeter?

Let's take the house.

(indistinct radio transmission)

(yells)

What do you want from me?!

Everything!

FBI!

FBI!

FBI!

One more step and he's dead!

Elaine, nobody's doing anything.

Nobody's gonna move
until you and I talk.

About what?
You know why I'm here.

- You know what I have to do.
- I know what happened.

I know your husband
hurt your daughter.

He lied to me.

He promised he'd never
touch Susan!

I want you to think about
your kids, okay?

Your children do not
want you to do this.

This man never touched
your daughter.

What about the other daughters?!

- I have to stop them!
- No!

What difference does it make?

If I kill him or not,
they're gonna shoot me anyway.

MEGAN: Elaine,
no one's gonna shoot you.

Listen to me.
We have proof.

We have his words
on his computer.

We know why he came here.

He's not walking out
of here a free man.

Put down that knife
and he's going to jail.

And there's nothing
you can do to him

that isn't going to be worse
in there.

(crying)
Just don't...

just...

Okay.

DISPATCH: All units, be advised,
suspect is in custody...

You okay?

Yeah.

I thought for sure
she was gonna kill me.

- Thank you.
- Shut up.

(chuckling)

DON:
All right...

All right, Larry, here you go.

I got you a few extras in
case you run into any, uh,

I don't know,
aliens or something.

My colleagues
in space salute you.

It'll be reassuring to know

that we have an FBI
presence out there in orbit.

How do you know
we don't already?

That's right.

Professor, it's often
been confusing...

it's always been real, man.
Take care, okay?

LARRY:
See ya.

COLBY:
I second that, Fleinhardt.

I'll be looking up for you, bud.

- Take care.
- All right.

Careful up there, all right?

Yeah.

- See you around, Don.
- I'll miss you.

Professor Fleinhardt.

Well, if you ever
need to call...

I'll just put it
on the NSA's tab.

I'll walk you outside.

Take care now.

See ya.

(voice breaking) Well, I guess
the next time I see you,

you'll be in your space suit.

Isaac Newton had his apple.

But it took you
falling into my life

to make me see the world anew.

Even I became new.

And how we see ourselves

changes how we see the world.

Even from space.

Just be careful.

Well, I've got to go.
Someone's waiting.

Is that Buzz Aldrin?

I think NASA figured I'd
need help finding my way.

Bye, Larry.

(giggles)

♪ She packed my bags last night,
pre-flight ♪

♪ Zero hour, 9:00 a.m. ♪

♪ And I'm gonna be high... ♪

(launch announcers speaking
indistinctly)

♪ ...As a kite by then ♪

I have goose bumps.

(nervous giggling)
Me, too.

Hey, he'd better wear one
of our hats on TV, right?

But how's he gonna get the hat
over the pressure suit, though?

Fleinhardt in a pressure suit.

That's a visual I don't need.

- Aw...
- I can imagine!

You're awfully quiet.

♪ It's lonely out in space ♪

It's just not every day you get to
see your friend live out his dream.

It's not every friend
that gets to make it happen.

T-minus 30 seconds.

CHARLIE: Hey, whoa,
Dad! All right, you're...

- Come on! You're gonna miss it.
- Alan!

Hold the countdown,
I got the drinks.

Wait, what's the deal,
no champagne?

Well, in honor of Larry,

and given his propensity
for white food, I figured

milk is the most appropriate.

♪ 'Till touchdown brings me
'round again to find I'm... ♪

A toast to Larry.

Yes, may the orbit
rise with you.

And may the solar winds
be at your back.

(launch announcer speaking
indistinctly)

I think you've been hanging out
with us nerds for too long.

Wait, wait, here we go.

ANNOUNCER:
And minus-10...

ALL:
Nine, eight...

seven, six...

five, four...

three, two...

ANNOUNCER:
...one. And liftoff.

Opening a new chapter
in the completion of

the International Space Station

for the collaboration
of nations in space.

- Godspeed, Larry Fleinhardt.
- ♪ Rocket man...

DON:
All right, Larry!

♪ Burning out his fuse up here
alone ♪

♪ And I think it's gonna be
a long, long time... ♪