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♪ It's a known disease ♪

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♪ Keep it in your fleece ♪

(bell ringing)

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♪ I'll tell you
just how good it can be ♪

♪ This lazy summer... ♪

(seagulls squawking)

MAN:
So these are some examples

of what we might find
today in our catch.

Pacific crab,

sea anemones,

a number of a variety
of starfish.

We'll find sea urchins,

as well as a host
of sardines and mackerel.

Now, when I release
this net over here,

I want you to try to identify
as many creatures as you can.

Keep a list
in your notebooks there.

So far, most of what we can
see here is kelp,

which you're all familiar with
from the beach, right?

Everybody's seen that?

Good. So write down "kelp."

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♪ Leave it up to me... ♪

(gasping)

Somebody call the Harbor Patrol!

(indistinct police radio
transmission)

(helicopter flying overhead)

WOMAN:
Hey, boys.

How is it this guy
rates FBI attention?

Well, he has the dumb luck of getting
himself scooped up out of the ocean.

Crimes at sea
puts it on our desk.

WOMAN: He wasn't
in the water long.

16 to 24 hours --

I can't say for sure
till I get him in the shop,

but he was probably dead
before he went in.

COLBY: Think the bullet hole in his
wetsuit had anything to do with that?

Actually, Granger, it's the bullet
hole in the diver that really clinched it.

Thank you.

Glad to see those four years of
med school didn't go to waste on you.

Five.

So where'd you find it?

The boat was dragging the bottom
over several miles,

seeing what they
could pull up for the kids.

Kids?

Junior high class on
an oceanography field trip.

That must have
gone over real well.

(chuckles)

And it's not a regular
wetsuit here, right?

No, it's definitely commercial.

He's an oil rig
diver or something?

All right, check it out.

"Morris Marine Salvage."

COLBY: Salvage diver then, huh?

Makes a living pulling things
up off the bottom of the ocean,

winds up somebody else's catch.

Hey, Charlie.

Hey.

You headed for school?

No, actually.

I'm headed to the FBI to drop
off some crime index work I did,

but after that, yeah, I am.

Ah, you're looking
for a match, huh?

With you? You crazy?

Said I'd never do that again.

Sit around watching you getting
bored with me all the time?

Or condescending.

Or bored and condescending.

Well...

thought maybe
you were desperate.

You know, seeing as your
usual chess partner Larry

is currently in low earth orbit.

No, not at all.

You know, Millie says she
has a pretty good game.

Oh, really? Well, then,

I'll be sure to teach her some
of my best condescending looks.

No.

I mean, no coaching.

She says she has a pretty good game,
you let her bring her game.

Dad, she's a mathematician.

That gives her the same
analytical edge that I have.

Yeah, I hadn't
thought about that.

Yeah.

Maybe I better think about
changing some of my strategy.

Maybe you take this whole thing
a little too seriously.

Charlie, it's chess.

Need I say more?

DON:
What's up?

Hey. So you want to know
the dead guy's name?

- Yeah.
- Evan Koontz.

He was a Navy diver till '98.

He's been working
a bunch of dive jobs since.

And five months ago, he landed
Morris Marine Salvage,

but he really should have done a
little more homework on his employers.

Why's that?

Meet the Morris brothers,
Chris and Robert.

Yeah, what are they into?

Theft, assault -- but I'm
kind of getting the feeling

all the marine salvage people
are not Boy Scouts.

Right.

I've been on the phone with a bunch
of salvage companies in the area.

Turns out every single dive team
between here and San Diego

are out looking
for the same thing --

the Cheetah.

Yeah?

A 60-foot Open Class racing
yacht went down a couple days ago.

COLBY: At 40 miles out
in deep water.

Think I read about this, right?

They're in some
'round the world race?

What, they still can't find it?

Yeah, they were headed for
Marina del Rey when she sank,

and the skipper
went down with her.

Charlie, are you a closet yachtsman
or just really up on the news?

Neither.

Open Class is the term for the
cutting edge of racing yachts,

and a ton of math
goes into designing them.

A lot of it is based on my work
in computational fluid dynamics.

COLBY: Fluid dynamics being
aerodynamics in the water?

You can think of air
as a very thin liquid.

Both air and water
stick to surfaces

as they travel over them,
creating friction.

And what we can do is create

mathematically-optimized
designs that reduce friction,

lowering the drag as air,
or in this case water,

moves around the design.

The lower the drag,
the faster the boat.

How much you know
about this particular one?

Not much.

Designs are kept secret
before a race.

What I can tell you
is that these boats

can easily cost
$8 to $10 million.

And a boat like the Cheetah,
even as a shipwreck,

is still worth a couple million.

COLBY: That would explain
why everybody's out looking for it.

Yeah, I mean, as far as
maritime law's concerned,

you find it, you own it.

Basically, we got
a big treasure hunt.

Somewhere out there,
on the bottom of the ocean,

is a $2 million prize.

(ship horn blowing)

Excuse me.

How you doing?

We're with the FBI.

Anyone from Morris
Salvage around?

I haven't seen
anybody today, no.

When was the last
time you saw them?

I don't know.
Uh, that's their boat.

It's been out
past couple of days.

Must have come back in last night,
but I wasn't here, so...

- What's your name?
- Jackson.

- Okay, Jackson, thanks.
- Yeah.

If this guy's right,
that means this barge was out

the same time period
the diver was shot and dumped.

You ever see Treasure
of the Sierra Madre?

Guys are out looking for treasure,
they start getting greedy.

Mix in a little alcohol,
maybe an argument erupts

over how they're going to split
up the prize when they find it.

Yeah.

Three guys sail out,
maybe only two make it back.

Hey, Colby.

Come here, check it out.

Yeah, that's probably
not finger paint, huh?

DON: Maybe better call
in and get a team out here.

Hold on, I'll be back in a sec.

Agent Warner.

How you doing?

What do you say, kid?

What's going on?

I got transferred.

L.A.'s my new base.

No way.

Yeah, I've been... been here
about three weeks.

You know, I just got
caught up in work.

You know how that is.

Yeah, definitely, sure.

I caught wind of your case,
gave me an excuse to see you.

Oh, yeah? All right.

I'm working a task force
looking at the marina

as an entrance point for drugs.

We've been seeing supply
boats come up from Mexico

and making drops in deep water.

And local fishing charters or
salvage boats go out, make the pickup.

Was hoping I can
tag along with you guys,

see if there's any connection
between that and this.

Yeah, sure.

Tag away.

All right.

COLBY:
Hey, uh,

ERT guys are on their way.

How you doing, Agent Warner?

Good to see you.

Check out this picture
I found up in the wheelhouse.

Cheetah.

MAN: Morris Salvage isn't part of
the official search for the Cheetah,

but that doesn't mean
they weren't out there looking.

Situation like this,
salvagers descend like flies.

Everybody's looking to grab
a piece of the rights to...

whatever's down there.

Well, that must be annoying.

It's your yacht and everybody's
looking to cash in.

Right now, the more boats
out there, the merrier.

Gives us a better chance
of finding Reid.

Reid Sarasin, your skipper?

I was in radio contact with him
until he went down.

Not a handful
of people in the world

could sail on his level.

You have any idea what caused
your yacht to sink, then?

Probably design flaw.

We fared well, most of the race,

but then, three days
out of Honolulu,

the keel starts to separate,

and she starts taking on water.

So why didn't they
turn back then?

The seas got rougher,
we realized how serious it was,

and Reid gave the order
to abandon ship.

And how many in his crew?

Five, including Reid.

We were able to contact
another yacht.

She doubled back,
picked up four of our guys,

but Reid wouldn't go.

He thought, with four
less bodies on board,

the Cheetah could make it.

But he didn't.

Seven minutes later,
we lost radio contact.

Then her locator beacon
went dead.

I can replace
the Cheetah, you know?

Can always build another boat.

But I'm not sure how I'm going
to replace Reid Sarasin.

Charlie. Charlie.
Sorry.

Quick question for you.

How good is your dad at chess?

He's good.

He'll give you a real game.

Uh-oh.

I'm afraid I might have misrepresented
my abilities just a little bit.

- You don't play chess?
- No, I do.

I mean, I can. It's a game.

I'm good at games.

There's, like, what,
there's queen and the crown?

- Oh, boy.
- Doesn't matter.

Alan will probably enjoy being
able to teach me something.

What's this?

What, now you're building
a boat on university time?

These are design plans for a racing
yacht that came apart and sank.

Oh.

And you're looking
for the flaws.

I am, but I haven't found
any yet.

As far as I can tell,
the design is solid.

(writing on chalkboard)

With the allotted load
of crew and supplies,

well, I see no reason
why the keel failed.

You know, Charlie, I have
some sailing experience myself.

Well, no, no. For real.

Not like my chess experience.
Real experience.

I bet you're gonna
tell me about it.

Yes, I am.

I took a three-month
sabbatical from MIT,

and I spent it navigating
the South Pacific

with a friend from grad school.

Now, I know it sounds like I'm in
danger of not having a point here,

but I do, and it's this:

Out at sea, all bets are off.

You encounter forces that you
could never, ever anticipate.

Granted, some of those forces
have to do with, you know,

being confined
to a very small space

with someone who you thought
you knew but clearly didn't,

someone who is so enamored
with the sound of their own voice

that they could just talk
endlessly for hours and hours

without ever needing to
even have to take a breath.

Millie.

I mean, you don't know
what it's like.

- You said you had a point.
- And I do.

Professor, it's this:

The ocean has to have exerted
tremendous physical pressure on this boat.

I mean, have you accounted for

tensile stress,
for compressive creep,

for material fatigue here?

Well, I ran calculations...

...to evaluate probabilities
for material failures,

to see if the design would
withstand ocean conditions.

And I'll tell you,
I cannot find a single flaw.

Well, then why'd the yacht sink?

MEGAN: Colby, you're gonna want
to hear this, too.

That was the lab.

They just finished the
preliminary analysis

on the blood you found
on the Morris barge.

Uh-huh.

They isolated
three distinct samples.

The first one belongs
to our deceased diver,

Koontz, and the other two...

- What, the brothers?
- Yeah.

The blood-types are consistent.

So the Morris brothers become
potential victims now, not suspects?

Which means we shift
our focus where?

MEGAN: Other salvage
companies maybe?

Somebody who was trying to stop
the Morris barge from finding the yacht?

LIZ: Or it could be related
to one of the drug operations

I was telling Don about.

DON: Right.

Either they're involved or
maybe the search for the yacht

took them too close to something
they weren't supposed to see.

It's safe to say the guy
was shot on the barge.

Right? It's just a question
of where it was at the time.

If we knew where the barge was,

we would know what
other ships were in the area,

who else had access.

CHARLIE: I got to tell you,
from a mathematical standpoint,

the designs for this yacht
are absolutely amazing.

I mean, it almost has me
thinking about getting

back into my fluid
dynamics work again.

Ooh, you mean

abandon your cognitive
emergence theory?

- Is that what you're talking about?
- I said "almost".

Oh, good, because I remember the
damage that some of those,

uh, fluid dynamics experiments
did on the pond in the backyard.

All the koi lived.

(door opens)
Hey.

- Donny. Dinner's over,
- Hey, boys.

but we have some
leftovers, you interested?

Oh, no. I'm good, I ate. Thanks.

Wouldn't be, uh, dinner
with Agent Liz Warner, would it?

I heard she was back.

I might've mentioned
something to him.

ALAN: Seems to me that
when you two worked together

you were kind of
interested in each other.

So?

Well?

What are you gonna do?

I don't know. We'll see.
I mean, I'm pretty busy, right?

And, uh, and she's busy.

We'll see.

Okay.

So, anything new on the yacht

or the diver's murder?

Nah.

The problem is, it's like, uh,
we got a mobile crime scene.

- You mean the barge?
- Yeah, I mean,

as many as, what, three murders,

and, uh, I mean,
it could've happened anywhere.

Well, we may be able to figure
out where it happened.

All right, well, tell me what
you need; I'll make it happen.

CHARLIE: The question we're
asking is quite simple:

how far did this barge go
while it was out,

and how can we retrace its path?

Oh, come on, Charlie.
I'm calling your bluff here.

No, you got to let
him run with this.

He's fun to watch
when he gets going.

See, the key is finding
possible data sources --

believe it or not,
there's a lot more clues out here

than you probably
even realize --

for instance,
how much fuel was consumed?

How many engine
hours were logged?

Did they record
any sonar readings?

How far was this
anchor chain run out,

and was there evidence of a
particular algae bloom on the chain?

Ah, I'm having
a bad algebra flashback.

"If a salvage barge was
headed west at six knots

"in a headwind
of eight knots..."

Oh, it's not
even that difficult.

Look, every piece of data
is a constraint.

Okay?

And the path of the boat
must obey every constraint.

So the set of possible paths

is pared down
with each new measurement.

See, now I'm gonna make a list
of possible data sources.

You two start collecting.

COLBY: Okay, wait, hang on a
second, Charlie.

I actually have information on
fuel consumption and engine hours.

Hit me with it.

68 gallons and 16 hours.

You sure about that?

That's what it says
in the report, Charlie.

I mean, I can double-check it,
but that's what it says.

What? Charlie, you can't already
know where the barge went.

No, but...

I can tell you
where it didn't go.

You see, the Cheetah
went down here.

Approximately 40 miles out,

and according to these
engine and fuel hours data...

Well, I can tell you
right now that this barge

traveled a maximum of 20 miles.

Round trip.

Well, that means it was
never more than ten miles out.

Which means they were nowhere
near where the Cheetah went down.

You know it.

All right, but all of the
assumptions that we're making

about motive and cause are
all attributed to finding that boat.

Well, then,
your assumptions are wrong.

So if they weren't looking
for the racing yacht,

then what were they looking for?

Excuse me, Charles,

I have the admissions
list for you.

Still working on the
racing yacht, Professor?

Uh, no, actually.

The case has taken a turn
in a different direction.

Oh, really.
What is it now?

Now, I'm trying to retrace the
path of a marine salvage barge.

Why would you want to do that?

The FBI suspects there
was a murder on board.

Really?

And if I can tell them
where the barge went,

then hopefully figure out
who else was in the area.

Oh, you mean the killer.

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

Still, a barge... ugh.

Doesn't quite have the snap and
sex appeal of a racing yacht, does it?

No, not exactly.

- You're reading up on chess?
- Yes.

Okay, good, so...

Lasker or Jankowski? Which one's
gonna give me a better shot?

- Millie, this isn't
- Come on.

the kind of thing that you can
learn overnight.

I'm a quick study.
I'm very smart.

(knock at door)

The game of chess
is like a sword fight.

Anyway, I can...

Professor Eppes.

Oh, men in suits.

If you don't mind, we need to
speak to Professor Eppes alone.

Uh, I don't mind
at all, Charlie.

I'll just read both of them...
tonight.

Gentlemen.

(door closes)
Perfect timing, gentlemen.

What's this about?

We're with the
National Security Agency.

We have a situation, we're
hoping you can help us out.

I'm always happy
to help you guys.

I am working on something
for the FBI right now.

We know what you're
involved in, Professor.

We also know that you have an
interest in a missing racing yacht.

The Cheetah.

That's why we've come to you.

We want you to help us find it.

Within hours of the time
the Cheetah went down,

we had two search
vessels in the area.

We've worked around the clock,

sonar mapping
every inch of the bottom.

And are you sure you're looking
in the spot that she went down?

The boat's locator beacon
gave precise GPS coordinates

until the moment it went under.

Still, despite our best
efforts, we've found nothing.

May... may I inquire

why the NSA is so interested
in finding this yacht?

CHARLIE:
N-S-A, Never Say Anything.

I get it.

You haven't been
able to find this boat

because you've been looking
in the wrong place.

Your search pattern,
probably assumes

that the Cheetah
sank something...

something like this.

When in reality...

In reality... the Cheetah

probably sank something
a little more...

...like that.

It glides forward.

That's correct.
It glides forward.

Now, a boat like the Cheetah,

a boat with this
sophisticated a design,

it practically
flies under water,

traveling laterally four,

maybe even five feet
for every foot that it falls.

Now knowing what I know
about the hull,

given the depth of the water,

I should be able to determine
with a fair amount of accuracy

just how far she traveled
before hitting the bottom.

And then you guys
can refocus your search.

- How long will it take you?
- I'll get on it right away.

Uh, oh, and Professor...

This is a matter of
national security.

It's need-to-know only,
so not a word to anyone.

That includes the FBI.

If the Morris barge was never
near where the yacht went down,

then they weren't
after the yacht.

Maybe they're involved in one of the
drug operations you were talking about?

Yeah, but drug runners usually
stay further out in international waters.

But I don't think
we can rule it out.

I just spoke
to the E.R.T. lab.

Turns out the other two
traces of blood we found

definitely belong to
Chris and Robert Morris.

How big a leap would it be
to assume they're dead,

same as their diver?

COLBY: Yeah, I mean,
that would explain why we can't find them.

And if their killer dumped the
bodies out in the open ocean,

there's no telling how far
they could've drifted by now.

Maybe not. Can I see
that coroner's report?

There were impressions
on the diver's ankles.

Here, let's put this
up on the screen.

Report says the
impressions are consistent

with having been
caused by a rope.

And not the fishing net?

LIZ: More like something
was tied around his ankles.

A weight probably.

So whoever threw him in the
ocean probably anchored him down,

and for some reason his rope
became free and he just drifted,

and ended up in the fishing net.

Okay, so if that's true,
then the Morris brothers

could still be anchored to the
bottom right where they were dropped.

All right,
so we need to talk to Charlie.

He can tell us where that barge
went when it was out,

we got a good idea where
to look for the bodies.

DON:
Charlie?

- Hey. What's going on?
- Hey.

Why don't you answer your phone?

I'm sorry.
I've been busy working.

Oh, no, no, that's all right.
What, are you making progress?

Here's the thing.

I had to back-burner the, um,
salvage barge thing for a while.

What are you talking about?

Something else came up.

Like what?

I can't talk about it.

Look, I think I got two bodies down
there on the bottom of the ocean.

I don't know how long
they're going to stay put.

You told me you were going to
figure out where that barge was.

I understand.
I'll get on it as soon as I can.

What do you mean
"as soon as you can"?

Sorry.

Well, that's not good
enough. "Sorry."

Wh-What's going on?

DON:
I don't know. You tell me.

Hey. Hey.

I'm in a no-win situation.

You know, he wants me to do
something, I can't right now.

Why not?

Because I'm doing
something else.

All right?
Something I can't talk about.

All right, relax.

I'm not gonna ask.

It's your choice
what to work on, and, uh...

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, it doesn't mean anything
more than what it means.

You know what? It's...

it's moot now anyway,
so just forget it.

I-I just... I'm pretty much done
with what I'm doing.

I'm just hungry.

You know what, I'll stay.

I'll stay and just do
what he wants me to do.

(siren wailing in distance)

Liz.

Hey.

What's going on?

Last time, with us, I
was just passing through.

Now I'm assigned here...

...and...

What? And what?

Come on.

It's complicated now.

Yeah? Why's that?

People will find out.

- So what?
- So what?

- Yeah.
- This is the bureau.

It matters.

Lots of agents are together.

Where does your prosecutor
girlfriend fit into all this?

She doesn't.

CHARLIE:
Here. I'm done.

Here's everything you need.

Uh, actually, pal,
it's a little late.

- You don't want it now?
- No, no, sorry, I want it.

Look, Charlie, I want it;

it's just we can't get a boat
out there till morning, that's all.

You were able to map
out the barge's path?

Sort of. I laid
out a large grid.

I mean,
they'll have to check it,

but there's a better
than an 83% chance

that it covers
the Morris barge's operations.

It's just as I figured.

They never left
the shallow water.

MAN (over radio): Search Team
One completing the sweep of Grid Four.

All right, well, GPS coordinates put
us right on the edge of Abalone Cove.

Charlie, we're going to be
coming around to the port side now

and beginning another pass.

Okay, uh, copy that.

Charlie, you said last night
there was an 83% chance

that the Morris barge was actually
working within your search grid, right?

That's right.

Okay, well, there's still
a 17% chance they weren't.

Wow, Liz, I didn't realize

you were such
a glass-half-empty type.

You know, 83% is still
a very high probability.

Whoa.
Go back.

What was that?

Hey, did you guys see that?

Uh, yeah, Charlie.

Sonar mapping's
picking it up, too.

Let me steer the camera
back around.

Uh, I think it was back
this way a little bit.

He'll get it.

It's a body.

Confirming a body.

Sonar mapping's picking up
two of them.

COLBY:
Chris and Robert Morris.

I never doubted you, Charlie.

Wait a minute.

Sonar's reading something else
down there.

Is that another body?

Negative, this is much bigger.

Looks like a vessel.

All right,
can you get a video on it?

It's the Cheetah.

No, it can't be.
I've done all the calculations.

It shouldn't be
anywhere near here.

It shouldn't be, but it is.

(indistinct police radio
transmission)

CHARLIE:
None of this makes sense.

All the available pieces
of data we have

indicate that this yacht went
down 40 miles out to sea.

So how do you explain it
showing up so close to shore?

We have no idea.

The Morris brothers --
they knew exactly where to look.

What do you make of this?

Morris Marine Salvage.

Lift bags.

They're used to raise
a sunken ship

up to the surface.

They'd already brought her up.

Why would somebody bring up
a $2 million prize

and then throw it back?

Who's the agent in charge?

It's Agent Eppes;
he's right there.

Professor Eppes, I suppose
you think you're pretty clever.

I'm sorry,
I'm not sure what you mean.

You intentionally sent us
in the wrong direction

so you could help
your brother find this yacht.

No, no, no, I know it looks
like that, but believe me...

You'll be lucky if you don't
lose your security clearance.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.

Agent Cordero, Agent Graves,
I did nothing wrong.

What's going on here?

- You Eppes?
- Yeah.

You're going to look worse
than your brother in all this.

- And where are you guys from?
- NSA.

GRAVES: Do you have any idea
how many taxpayer dollars you wasted

sending us in
the wrong direction?

Back off already.
He doesn't know.

I mean, how many times do
you want him to say it?

We weren't looking
for the yacht.

We, we were tracing the
path of a salvage barge...

And you just happened
to find her. What luck.

I'm going to go now.

- No, you're not.
- Yes, you are.

- Go ahead, it's fine.
- Good-bye.

Look, guys.

Clearly, we thought we were
working on different cases.

Obviously, we're not,

so why don't we cut
all the interagency crap

and try to figure
out what's going on?

Would you please tell me, what
is the NSA's interest in this?

Aw, come on, please,
give me a break.

Okay.

NSA has been tracking an
arms dealer named Hashim Aziz.

He's Pakistani, terrorist ties.

He's on every
agency's watch list.

DON: What, you think he's
connected to this?

Aziz recently transferred a large
sum of money to Reid Sarasin.

The skipper?

CORDERO: The reason for the
payment is unknown.

Best guess right now?

That yacht was smuggling
something for Aziz.

All right, so now I understand
why someone would pull it up

a-and throw it back.

They got what they wanted.

The thing is:
we don't know what it was.

Right.

All of our search efforts for
the Cheetah have been focused

right in this area here,
and that's only for one reason.

Because that's where the locator
beacon stopped transmitting.

Right, and the assumption was
it stopped transmitting

because the boat went
underwater.

But there are other reasons
the beacon might have quit, right?

Say you're the skipper,
Reid Sarasin, right?

You're the last man on the boat,

you're taking on water,
and you're smuggling something.

You're going to try and get to
shallow water as fast as possible,

'cause that's the only way you can
recover whatever it is you're smuggling.

And you don't want anybody
to know where the boat winds up.

Once my crew's gone,
I turn off my homing beacon,

aim my yacht
for the closest shoreline.

Right, it explains why the
boat wound up so close in,

and it explains how the Morris
brothers knew where it was --

because Sarasin told them.

Which means
he didn't drown at sea.

He's still alive.

No good deed
goes unpunished, right?

Hey, come on, look, don't
worry about those NSA guys.

You know what I do feel
pretty bad about

is putting your stuff
on the back burner.

You know, I was
so obsessed with that boat

that when they gave me
the chance to work on it,

I just jumped.

Yeah, well,
maybe you should feel bad then.

No, no, I'm kidding.

I'm kidding, buddy. Listen.

They told me, actually, they think
the Cheetah was smuggling something.

- Smuggling?
- Yeah.

Don, that makes perfect sense.

- Why? You mean you knew?
- No.

But I was looking for a flaw
in the boat's design,

and the hull must have failed
because it was carrying an extra load,

extra weight it wasn't designed
to handle.

What were they smuggling?

They were in 16 different
ports all over the world.

Right? So, I mean,
if they did pick up anything

it could've been
loaded on anywhere.

Not exactly.

Well, how do you know?

I was studying the
boat's performance.

Its pace slowed slightly
after a stop in Singapore.

They-they took on extra weight?

Yeah, matter of fact, you know,
it wouldn't be too difficult

to calculate exactly how
much extra weight they took on.

Yeah? All right, come on.

- Back in?
- Yeah, yeah.

Are those guys still here?

Don't worry about them.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.
Come here. Listen.

Listen, whatever the, the
Cheetah was smuggling,

apparently it picked
up in Singapore.

How do you know that?

Because Charlie says it was
moving slower after it left its port.

So does that mean
anything to you guys?

It could.

Cobalt-RE is a missile
guidance system.

- Uh-huh.
- Four units disappeared

from a Pakistani army
base 12 weeks ago.

NSA's been tracking them,

but they lost them
crossing into Thailand,

If you continue
on that trajectory...

Right. Singapore.

Cobalt's relatively compact
and easy to program,

but its main advantage is that
it's capable of being mated

with several
Katyusha-style rockets.

Katyushas are common,

but they're not considered
a grave threat

because they fly a
ballistic trajectory.

They... You aim and fire;
they go where they go...

Yeah, but not if they're attached
to those guidance systems, right?

You know? I mean,
how much they weigh?

Four units, 85 pounds each,

plus the crates...
a little over 400 pounds.

418 pounds is what I got.

So they're here,
they're in the U.S.

Yeah, and they got
a two-day jump on us.

LIZ: So what exactly
are we up against?

We know the guidance systems were
pulled off the Cheetah about 38 hours ago,

so the question is,
where are they now?

I think the question is
where are they headed?

And does that party have
the rockets to marry them to?

Now, our best lead
is Reid Sarasin,

the skipper on the Cheetah.

LIZ:
What do we know about him?

He's a top-notch sailor,

but, like most of
the skippers in the race,

he's really just a gun-for-hire.

I doubt his loyalties
to the owner go much beyond

whatever he has to do
to make a paycheck.

All right, good.
How do we find him?

His wife's in L.A.

Let's get her in here.

I don't see you as a woman
in mourning, Mrs. Sarasin.

That's 'cause I haven't given up
hope my husband will be found.

Right. That, or he's already

contacted you and let
you know he's still alive.

That's ridiculous.

There's still a search out
looking for him...

MEGAN: Your husband
races yachts around the world?

Must be pretty exciting.

I don't do much
traveling anymore.

I didn't mean for you.

I can't imagine he's
around much, huh?

And you have... three children?

What do my kids have
to do with this?

Well, it paints a pretty
complete picture for me.

All I see is you at home,
alone, raising three children,

and your husband is out partying
like he's still 25 years old.

Haven't you made enough
sacrifices for this man?

COLBY: The nature of what your
husband was smuggling, Mrs. Sarasin,

means that he can be
classified as a terrorist,

and the fact that
you're helping him

means that you can be classified
as a terrorist also,

and you can be
detained indefinitely.

MEGAN: Which means you'd be
sacrificing your kids, too.

Is that something you really
want to do for him?

Do you think he would ever do
something like that for you?

COLBY: So this boat belongs to a
friend of the Sarasins.

The wife says he's been hiding
out on it for a while.

Your lead.

Reid Sarasin!

Federal agents! Come on out!

He's not in here.

Looks like he was.

Do you think his
wife tipped him off?

No, I don't, but she might have
known he was already gone.

I'll call it in to Don.

See if they want to have
another go at the wife.

(dialing)

Hey, guys, come here.

Took a look at that.

(coughing)

All right, Captain Nemo.

Let's go.
Up on the dock.

SARASIN: You think I chose
to put those crates on my boat?

My life was threatened.
I was forced to.

Yeah, they forced you to cash that
big check they wrote for you, too?

The whole thing unraveled when
the damn boat started leaking.

I mean, it was supposed
to be easy, just sail in,

unload the crates, sail out
on the next leg of the race.

Who'd you give the guidance
systems to?

Who'd you meet with on this end?

Two guys.

I don't know their names.

All I had was a phone number.

Hey, pal, you better
do better than that.

You're looking at a triple
murder rap.

Wait, are you kidding me?

- Triple murder rap.
- I had nothing to do with that!

No?

Look, all I did was sail the
boat, that's it.

- I didn't kill anybody.
- GRAVES: Yeah, you were there.

You were on the salvage barge.

Yeah, I was there
to show these two guys

where the Cheetah went down,

so they could find their crates.

I had no idea they were
going to kill the crew

after they got what they wanted.

Reid, we need to know
where those crates are now.

I don't know.

When did you last see them?

When we came back in
on the barge.

They unloaded the crates
onto a truck,

you know, one of those
yellow box vans.

DON: Did you hear them say
anything about where they were going?

Not exactly, but...

I do know that they weren't
planning on leaving L.A. right away.

They were waiting.

They were waiting?

For what?

For missiles.

Missiles in Los Angeles?

You got to be pretty damn
committed to the cause

to be smuggling
missiles into the U.S.

NSA have any idea who the
end customer is on this?

Hashim Aziz is
an arms dealer at heart.

His politics would never keep him
from selling to the highest bidder.

- I'll tell you that.
- So now it could be anybody?

DON: So I just brought Homeland
up to speed.

They're gonna up security
force, but... All right.

Charlie's back, excellent.

Come on, I'll catch you up.
Let's go, guys.

According to Sarasin, the
guidance systems left the docks

in a yellow box van
similar to this one.

- A rental?
- We don't know for sure.

We've got agents checking with
all the local rental companies.

Suspects are two males,
Middle-Eastern descent.

The contact number they gave
Sarasin traces to a "World Phone."

It's a Jordanian carrier,
and they won't help us.

CORDERO:
Our people are generating

a list of Hashim Aziz's known
associates in Los Angeles.

Maybe Sarasin can
help ID one of them.

No, that's a long shot.

This whole thing's a long shot.

We got two suspects with a 40-hour
lead on us in a city of eight million?

Your odds aren't good.

DON: All right,
so, you got anything?

I don't, but our friends
at the NSA might.

After all, you guys have the most
comprehensive space-based surveillance

and reconnaissance
network in the entire world.

Professor, we've thought
about satellites,

but the problem with that
type of application

is that there's just
too much information.

We've got four birds above us...

Five.

I'm sorry, five birds.

Yeah, Geo-16 was put
into orbit in August.

CORDERO:
Fine.

Five birds, sending constant
imaging of 4,700 square miles,

I mean, do you have any idea
of how much information that is?

You could spend 30 years
going through the images

and still not find
what you're looking for.

Not if we apply a target
discrimination algorithm.

I don't know what that is.

Well, you do.

No offense, but even
a five year old knows.

See, he uses it every
time he goes to his toy box.

Let's say he's looking for his
favorite little yellow toy truck.

But his toy bin is filled
with all his other toys.

First he eliminates
the stuffed animals.

Then the airplanes,
then the action figures.

He continues sorting
by size, color, weight.

Until he finds his little
yellow toy truck.

And I can do the same thing
with satellite images.

I create an algorithm that tells
the computer what we're looking for

and what we're not looking for

that weeds out
false alarm variables

and compensates
for urban clutter.

All right, good, so,
what do you need?

I'm going to need access

to your computers.

I'll make the call.

Hey, still searching.

Long time.

Well, I've added criteria
to the discrimination filter.

I mean, that should help.

What's it doing now?

Yeah, we're landing some
images now.

There's likely to be
a lot at first.

Got a yellow box truck outside
a port warehouse in San Pedro.

Yeah, how do you know
it's the right one?

The banked satellite images,

followed its trail all the way
back to Morris Salvage.

All right, let's go,
let's hit it.

(horn honking in distance)

(indistinct radio transmission)

MAN (over radio): Spotter four has
two suspects inside the rear door.

They got two inside,
southeast corner.

Go, let's go, hit it, hit it,
hit it!

FBI!

FBI!

(gunshots)

Drop it!

Get out of the car!

Get down!
Down on the ground!

Colby, you okay?

We're good, Don.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Roger that,
suspect is in custody.

All clear, repeating, all clear.

(siren wailing in distance)

Crates are all here, full.

The guidance systems
accounted for.

How about missiles?
Any sign of them?

We found this shipping
invoice inside.

A container ship coming
in tomorrow from Malaysia.

"Teak furniture."

I don't think these guys are
waiting on a patio set?

Got a call in
to the Coast Guard.

We'll be waiting for 'em
tomorrow with Homeland security

when those missiles arrive.

All right, good job, guys.

You, too.

Yeah, we'll go get some beers
some time, huh.

Several.

All right.

Nice work.

Yeah, you, too.

We're all right together.

See.

That's what I've been
telling you, huh?

I don't want to get hurt.

Yeah.

Kind of goes with the
territory though doesn't it?

Yeah, easy for you to say.

Oh, yeah, why's that?

I know your reputation,
Mr. No Commitments.

I just haven't met
the right girl yet.

Okay.

Let's take it slow.

Keep it to ourselves.

Yeah, look, I'm in the FBI.

I know how to keep a secret.

Good.

See you tomorrow, Agent.

That's Special Agent to you,
by the way.

Uh...

Sorry.

Understood.

Take your time.

Thank you.

Okay.

(laughing)
That's what I thought.

No, that, that was, uh, fine.

What?

Would you just pick up a piece.

And move it.

I will.

Hey, what's going on?

We're playing chess?

- Oh, is that what it is?
- Yeah.

'Cause I sure don't
recognize that.

What are you so grumpy about?

I'm not.

Your father has a "tell."

What, as in poker?

(sing-songy)
Mm-hmm. Alan has a chess tell.

Oh, would you listen to...
I have a "tell?"

The woman has ruined
the spirit of the game.

I mean, this is supposed to be
about strategy, about anticipation.

This is supposed to be art.

You beat him, didn't you?

I did.

I'm so sorry.
The first game.

But it wasn't his fault.

He had no idea
that I was reading him.

- No, I was just being nice.
- You were nice.

You play poker, do you, Millie?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

It wasn't just the fellowship that
got me through grad school, G-man.

I think I'm hearing a bit
of a challenge there.

What do you guys say?

MILLIE:
For what poker?

Against the Eppes ladies?

Ooh.

- Oh, yes.
- I'm in.

Anything is better
than playing this anymore.

- I'm in. All right.
- Let's do it.

Oh, wait, there's,
there's no beer.

You heard the lady,
get her a beer.

All right, we're gonna do
a little, uh, practice round.

'Til the beverages arrive.

How about, uh,
seven card, hi-lo,

blind declare...
and please, no whining.

(laughs)
Bring it on, bring it on.

You ate every chip
and all the dip.

No, I didn't.

You guys are like
the Three Stooges.

All right, chip,
dip, skip, let's go.

How about just playing a game?

(overlapping chatter)