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WOMAN (over radio):
Hey, Phil, what's your 20?

Blackwell Trail.

I'm going to head
on over to the north side,

check out the campgrounds.

You coming back to the station
for dinner break?

That depends. You cooking?

See you later, wise guy.

(loud roar of jet engine)
Son of a...

(branches rustling)

(loud, rumbling explosion)

WOMAN: Phil, what's that?
Are you all right?

Did you see it?

PHIL:
Plane crash. Went right over me.

Where did it go down exactly?

Just past the third switchback.

I'm almost there.

Emergency crews are on their way,
but if you're that far out...

Holy...!

WOMAN:
Phil?

Send everyone.

This is bad.

(shouting)
Is there anyone alive?!

Can anyone hear me?!

(clicking)

Hello?

(gunshot)

CHARLIE: Right in the middle of
my lecture.

ALAN: Charlie, I'm as
embarrassed as you are.

You were snoring...

Charlie, did, uh, we
forget to lock the door?

What?

Wow!

Wait, wait.

They could still be here.

Here.

ALAN: They got the DVD player

and my laptop.

I've been living
in this neighborhood 30 years.

Nothing like this
has ever happened.

Hey, they, uh... they stole
the case of Bavarian beer.

Uh, they stole the blender.

Why would anyone want a blender?

I'm calling Donny.

Hey, Donny, someone broke
into the house.

No, no, no, we're fine.

I-I think they
were after only...

What? Yeah, sure.

All right. I'll let you
know what the police say.

Yeah. Bye.

- Dad, is he coming or not?
- No, he can't.

He's, uh, he's got a case --
uh, some airplane crash.

Did he say where?

Yeah, a small jet
in the Angeles Forest.

Where are you going?

I'm just going
to go grab my stuff,

because it's a plane crash.
I mean, that's...

that's an amazingly
complex dynamics problem.

They're probably going
to need my help.

If I leave now, I should
get there by dawn.

Call the police.

Two sons who solve crimes.

Neither one cares.

COLBY: So, I talked to David,

he'll coordinate
from the office,

but I haven't been able
to get a hold of Megan yet.

ALAN: Yeah, she's on detachment
to the DOJ.

Don't ask me, I can't
say any more than that.

I get it -- you tell me,
she'll have to kill me, huh?

This guy up here is a forest
ranger named Phil Hadwin.

NTSB said he was the
first one on the scene.

Said he never drew his weapon,

so whoever shot him
must have surprised him.

All right.
So, who's that?

We don't know,
but nobody on board.

Said all the passengers
on board were accounted for.

(extinguisher spraying)

- Bob?
- Yeah.

Don Eppes. Bob Tombrello.

- Hey, Don. Good to have you.
- Hey, Bob. How's it going?

What have you got here?

We got a corporate
jet carrying five,

including the pilot
and the copilot.

They're all dead.

Seat belts don't do you
much good at 270 miles an hour.

COLBY: These passengers were all
officers of a company called AeroNomics;

high-tech defense contractor.

What brought it down?

Little too soon to tell.

We just started
the investigation.

COLBY: So it's possible it
was knocked out of the sky --

a bomb, a rocket?

CHARLIE:
I don't think so.

Yeah, you see,

this debris field is
too compact, it's too directed.

So I'm pretty sure the plane was
intact when it hit the ground.

Charlie,
what are you doing here?

Classical mechanics mixed with a
dash of Ito-Stratonovich Drift Integrals.

I mean, that's a perfect recipe for
putting a crashed plane back together.

Yeah? Well, slow down. I mean,
we're just getting going here.

- We don't even know what we've got.
- Well, where there's one, Eppes,

- there's always two.
- Agent Edgerton.

Anybody looking for this?

That's the black box.

How'd you find that?

How I find anything.

TOMBRELLO: Gentlemen, I got to
run diagnostics on this, please.

- Excuse me.
- Do you mind if I tag along?

- I'm Professor Charles Eppes.
- Yeah, Charles.

Ian, didn't know
you were around.

I wasn't till they found
a dead forest ranger.

Done a lot of tracking
on this mountain.

I've already scoured a 100-yard
perimeter, looking for tracks,

signs of encampment.

Figure, what, maybe the guy who
shot him was living in the area,

and drawn by the crash?

How have you been, Eppes?

I haven't talked to you since
the Crystal Hoyle caper.

I'm all right, Ian.

TOMBRELLO:
88 variables.

Cruising speed, plane mass,

inclination, fuel burn,

even the cockpit
voice recorder --

black box records everything.

That damage is worse
than I thought.

I'll have to send this back to
our lab in D.C. to recover the data.

The California Institute
of Science lab is a lot closer.

We've got the equipment there.

We've certainly got
the know-how.

Beats waiting around
five days for results.

That's what I'm saying.

So if the ranger was
the first one on the scene,

and he arrived just minutes
after the crash...

Yeah, but how
do we know he was first?

What, you mean the shooter?

No. I searched all
over these woods.

There weren't any
trails or boot prints.

Well, guys, I mean,
a dead ranger and a crashed plane --

it doesn't feel
like a coincidence to me.

Well, if the shooter is tied
directly to the plane crash,

he had to be here ahead of time.

Just waiting for the plane
to fall out of the sky?

MILLIE:
Wow.

Who knew a black box
isn't really black?

Yeah. For it to be damaged
at all is so rare.

Oh, they must have been flying
awfully fast.

Probably hit the
ground full-force.

Yeah, well, hard enough to
damage the stacked memory boards.

Hey, Amita, um, what was that...

that DVD you lent me?

- Oh, The Bicycle Thief.
- The Bicycle Thief.

- Yeah. It was great, right?
- Yeah.

Uh, I won't be returning it.

Oh, you liked it that much?

It was stolen inside
my DVD player,

along with a vase, a blender,

my Dad's laptop.

Wait. Someone broke
into your house?

Yeah, last night.

Police think it's probably
just a bunch of kids.

(indistinct conversations)

If there is anything our
department can do to help...

(sighs)

Yeah, um, you and Ranger Hadwin

were the only rangers stationed
up here, is that right?

This time of year,
the ridge is quiet.

It was just the two of us.

Did either of you encounter
anyone up here?

Maybe anyone camping out,
or living off the land?

Summers, we see campers.

(voice breaking)
But, um, now...

Phil and I had
the whole mountain to ourselves.

(crying)

I'm sorry.

No, it's okay.

I understand
you two were probably close.

(sniffles)

Phil was my... husband.

(sniffles)

I'm so sorry.

I-I had no idea.

I didn't want it
to make a difference.

I want to help you find
whoever did this to him.

I need this.

I need to be doing something
to keep my mind busy.

MAN:
Hold on, gentlemen.

This is a crime scene.

This whole area is off
limits to... Sir!

I'm really sorry.

I'll be right back, okay?

Hey, guys, I'm going to
need to see some credentials.

You don't understand.
That's my plane.

Okay, what do you mean,
that's your plane?

My name is Aaron Helm.
I'm CEO of AeroNomics.

Those were my people
in that crash.

Well, sir, I'm sorry, but we
still can't have you back here.

I've got five families
who are looking for answers.

All of the passenger bodies have
been moved to the L.A. Coroner's Office,

so the families will be
receiving a call shortly.

My God, if this was my fault...

John, we don't know that yet.

And you are?

John Wellner,
the plane's mechanic.

We're a very small company.

The more I can tell
my people now,

the easier it's going
to be for all of us.

Cause of the crash
is yet to be determined.

So please go back
and be with the families.

When we have any real
information, we'll contact you.

CHARLIE:
All right, there you go.

The input buses are connected.

TOMBRELLO: Gentlemen,
the digital flight data recorder,

also known as the black box.

This will allow us to recreate
the last moments of the flight --

altitude, air pressure,

flap movement, pitch,
you name it.

As you can see,
right after wheels-up,

the pilot hands over control
of the aircraft

to the Flight Management
Computer.

And that's normal, right?

Sure. I mean, the fact is, with the help
of the plane's Inertial Reference System,

the FMC can basically fly and land a
plane within a millimeter of accuracy.

CHARLIE: Okay, coming through
10,000 feet.

TOMBRELLO:
That's where

the plane hits the mountain.

But didn't the impact happen
at around 6,000 feet?

Yes, it did,

and the altimeter
is just north of 10,000.

So, it's off by 4,000 feet.

All right, so there's something
wrong with the altimeter.

It's unlikely. Every plane's
got triple back-up.

If one system fails,
a second checks in.

Well, so, the Inertial Reference
System was wrong times three?

How do you look out a window and
not see a mountain coming at you?

No moon, black sky.

We had the exact situation a few years
back with Air New Zealand flight 901.

Now, because of that accident,

mistakes like this
are almost impossible.

So what -- sabotage?

I can't tell you without the
Flight Management Computer.

Yeah, but isn't that
what this is?

No. This is the black box.

It just records and stores data.

Right, the Flight Management
Computer is-is the aircraft's brain.

Which, unfortunately, we
haven't been able to find yet.

Wow. Well, uh, with
the data from the black box,

along with a topographical map
of the impact site,

what I can do is,
calculate a highly-precise,

predictive debris field pattern.

That will help us find the
Flight Management Computer.

CHARLIE:
With some math

and a little persistence,

the Flight Management Computer
shouldn't be too hard to locate.

Thank God for the geometry
of predictive trajectories.

I was thinking
the exact same thing.

What's the measurement?

45 feet, two inches.

Oh, uh...

Have you heard anything else
about the burglary?

You know what, to be honest,
I'm so caught up with this...

- My Dad's dealing with it.
- No, I know.

But, um... is he okay?

Uh, I know how he is
about that house.

You know,
when I was an undergrad,

I never locked my dorm room.

Until someone came in one day

and stole a Fossil watch
right off my desk.

Changed my thinking.

I always lock my door, you know?

Sometimes I double and sometimes
I even triple check it.

I noticed that, that cute
little thing you do

where you unlock the bolt,
then relock the bolt.

What's the measurement?

63 feet, three inches.

No, Charlie, the point is,

is that having someone come in

and rob your house
can be a very emotional thing.

You know, maybe this is
a bigger deal than you realize.

It is bigger.

Are we not talking
about the same thing anymore?

We've planted eight flags.

Every one of them,
the trajectories were dead on,

the distances were off.

You allowed room for some slosh
in your calculations, right?

Yeah, but this isn't slosh.
I mean, with slosh...

the distances would be off
in both directions-

some short, some long.

Our predictions,
the distances are short,

every one by... geez,
by almost 15%.

- Let me see.
- Here, take a look at this.

Right. It's like
everything's out of scale.

It's amplified.

Hold this.

Factoring in for this...

new nontrivial amplification

and combining that with trajectories
that we've already mapped out,

we should be able to find...

the FMC!

EDGERTON:
Take a look at this.

These tire marks
started under some brush.

The, uh, axle width
and tread block

point to a Ford F-250 pickup.

Doesn't match with any of the
emergency vehicles in the area.

You think this might be
the killer's truck.

Yeah.
Look at this.

- What is that, oil?
- Yeah.

It's concentrated here.

He was sitting there
for a while.

Waiting for the plane to crash.

Sick as it is, I can see
crashing a plane,

but why would you want to be
there when it comes down?

So...

we found the plane's
Flight Management Computer.

That's great, Charlie.

It wasn't where it
was supposed to be.

Yeah, we found it by adjusting
the size of the debris field.

Sounds like a happy ending.

No, it's a problem.

Here, I'll show you.

You shouldn't come
between a man and his fiber.

All right, so that's
the debris field.

Now, this looks like
it's just sort of a random mess,

but it's not.

See, a debris field
size and shape

is actually governed by
variables like speed, mass,

angle of incidence,
ground topography.

Now, let's say this muffin
had walnuts in it,

well, then the mess would've
been much larger.

See, because walnuts weigh more.

And extra weight means
more mass,

which translates into
greater momentum.

Similarly, what we
have outside is...

...a debris field that's,
that's much larger than it should be.

Larger, because the plane was
heavier than the manifest indicated.

Right about 1000 pounds heavier.

Well, what exactly was
this weight?

It has to be what
the killer was waiting for.

Just want to know
what's so valuable

that someone's willing
to crash a plane

and kill six people
in order to get it.

Okay, I've looked over
the debris field map twice.

Every major component of
the aircraft is accounted for.

So, if Professor Eppes'
calculations are right,

we are definitely missing
1000 pounds of cargo.

Trust me, Professor Eppes'
calculations are right.

Those tire marks I found...

there were two sets --

one driving up to the crash,

the other one leaving.

The ones leaving were deeper.

Can somebody do this?

Can somebody know exactly where
this plane was going to come down?

This peak is aligned with the San
Bernardino Regional Airport takeoff path.

We get as many as 15 planes
an hour overhead.

So if they messed
with the altimeter,

made sure the plane was
4,000 feet low...

It would crash right here.

Give or take a mile.

DAVID: What was on that plane,
Mr. Helm?

Apparently there was a thousand
pounds of undeclared cargo.

Our scramjet prototype.

Which is?

Which is a new breed
of missile propulsion.

It's efficient,
it's clean, it's fast.

We can have some of my technicians
identify its parts among the wreckage.

NTSB's already inventoried the
major debris from the wreckage.

They didn't find anything
like that.

- What are you saying?
- It's gone.

This thing is missing.

Who do you think
might be after it?

Could be any one and a
half-dozen propulsion labs.

We're all racing to develop
a viable scramjet prototype.

First ones in are going to get
billions in government contracts.

That's why it wasn't
on the manifest.

We were flying it out
to Santa Fe for testing.

We didn't want anyone to know
how far along we were.

How about the mechanic
for the plane?

Who's he?
Where's he at?

- John Wellner?
- Yeah.

He isn't here.

After we were out
at the crash site,

saw all our friends dead,
he was a basket case.

I sent him home.

So, the State Department said
because the scramjet's a prototype,

they're not worried about it
as an imminent threat.

The FAA analyzed the plane's
Flight Management Computer.

It was reprogrammed
two days ago.

Now, you need a lot of technical
knowledge just to get at the FMC.

It sits inside an obscure panel
underneath the nose cone.

Something an airplane
mechanic would know.

Colby and Edgerton just called
me from Wellner's apartment.

He never made it back home.

And Helm was saying
that they're worried

that someone's going to rip off
the designs for the scramjet.

So no one supposedly
outside the company

knew the thing was on the plane.

Which means, pretty much,
whoever wanted it

they had to have an inside man.

Look at this, David.
That's pretty narrow in there.

So if somebody wanted
to mess with that FMC,

it'd be pretty hard
not to leave some prints.

Oh, hey.

- Hey, Charlie.
- Hey.

Hey, uh...

look, I-I just want, um...

I'm sorry about running out
on you last night. That was...

Well, you did say it was
about an airplane crash.

Yeah, some pretty interesting...

debris field dynamics
emerged, actually.

You know what really bugs me?

Before last night,

everyone who walked through
that front door was invited.

Well, hey, let's be grateful
that it wasn't worse.

That what they took were just
things and things can be replaced...

Things?!

Some of those things were
lifetime memories.

I mean, really good memories.

Even the bad ones,
they belonged to us.

Somebody violated that.

I-I understand.

Look, I worked on
over 50 criminal cases,

I'm certain I can
crack a minor larceny.

All I need is the right data.

I'll tell you what I can do,

I can apply a Heterogeneous
Poisson Process

on the DVD thefts,

and cross-reference that

with data and stats
on stolen blenders.

I mean, you know, it'll probably yield
some sparse results, to say the least...

Yeah, well, whatever.

You know, um,

I don't want to sound corny,

but I've always looked at this house
as an heirloom for you and Don.

Well, then I paid two percent
over market value for the "heirloom."

Well, capital gains notwithstanding,
this has been home for 30 years.

DON:
Hey.

What's up with the no beer?

You could thank the
burglars for that one.

You look beat.

Yeah, I've just spent three
hours waiting for some prints

that came back smudged.

- Smudged? How smudged?
- What do you mean? Smudged.

Only 'cause there's very exciting work
being done with Deconvolution Algorithms.

Yeah, as in that would fix
my fingerprints?

Yeah.

Now, the principle here
is fairly simple.

Uh, picture a sprinter and a
photographer with a cheap camera.

Now, without the right
shutter speed,

the sprinter's gonna smear
across the frame.

Edges are blurred and fine
details are no longer visible.

A Wavelet-based Deconvolution
Algorithm analyzes the image,

sharpens the edges
and restores the details --

to find the picture
beneath the smear.

The same technique was used
to fix the fuzzy vision

of the original
Hubble Telescope.

And if we apply
a similar algorithm

to our smudged fingerprints...

DAVID: It's like the computer
putting on corrective lenses.

The prints in the nose comb
belong to Mike Daley.

He works in AeroNomics'
IT department.

Because of their government
contracts,

all employees have to register
their fingerprints.

IT guy would probably know how
to tamper with the flight computer.

All right, go get him.

(knocking on door)
Mike Daley!

FBI! Open up.

(metal clanging)

- Up or down?
- I'll take up.

Hey!

♪♪

Bet I can pull the trigger
before you hit the gas.

I know how this looks.

Looks like your fingerprints

all over the nose cone
of the company plane.

Two days later, it's
smashed to a million pieces,

five people are dead.

You reprogrammed
the flight computer.

I always reprogram
the flight computer.

The FAA issues update software
every six months, um...

new approach patterns,
decommissioned runways.

I'm the guy who installs them.

We're a small company.

I help out where I can.

The plane's mechanic John Wellner
is too big to get into the nose cone,

so he has me do it.

Now, you see...

that still doesn't explain why you went
out the window when we showed up.

(sighs)

Mr. Helm said that, um,

a computer malfunction
brought the plane down.

I panicked.

Maybe I installed it wrong.

Maybe...

I killed my friends.

Only one problem with his story.

The FAA hasn't issued
any recent updates.

So what did Wellner
have him install?

So, Colby, where
are we with Wellner?

Well, he's not at home,
not at the hangar,

not at AeroNomics,
and he's not answering his cell phone.

All right,
so he's in the wind, right?

Yeah, and I ran a deeper
background check on him.

Clean, this guy is not.

Used to run an air charter
business out of the Florida Keys.

DEA suspected it was bankrolled
by a Salvadorian drug runner

named Victor Morelos.

Wellner's a drug smuggler?

Well, never proven, but he tested positive
for cocaine during a flight physical,

lost his license.

Ended up drifting back west and got
a job as a mechanic for AeroNomics.

All right, well, we've got
enough for a warrant, right?

So, let's hit his apartment.

Agent Granger.

Hey, Ranger Williams.

I just wanted to check in,

see if you had made any progress
on finding Phil's killer.

We're working a few leads.

You know, I can't really
discuss any of the details with you

while the investigation
is still open.

I'm sorry.

Don't apologize.

Part of coming here was really just
an excuse to get off the mountain.

Without Phil, it's just me.

I couldn't really figure out
where else to go.

You know, um...

DAVID: Hey, Colby, warrant for
Wellner's apartment just came through.

Edgerton's waiting
in the war room.

You're going to get
through this.

What?
More with the plane crash?

Somebody's tricked
the airplane's computer

into thinking it was 4,000
feet higher than it really was.

So, so the crash
was intentional?

That's why we're
dissecting code line by line.

What's confusing is there's
so much code in this thing.

So, we've decided to play
a little trick on the program.

We're rolling back
the internal clock

and fooling it into thinking
the plane hasn't crashed yet.

And we've just faked
the plane crash.

The extra code
hasn't been accessed.

Really?

There's nothing.

Well, then, what's it there for?

Well...
your job isn't done yet.

Hitting the side
of the mountain,

that pretty much ends
the flight.

But, the flight's computer
is its diary, so...

its job isn't over until Mom
and Dad read all the good parts.

She's right.

I mean, the program
isn't finished running

until the NTSB downloads
the information.

Right.

(beeping)

What was that?

I don't know.

It deleted itself.

It doesn't want to be seen.

Any luck finding Wellner?

Eh, just tossed his apartment.

Empty hangers in the closet,
underwear drawer empty,

no toothbrush.

Sounds like he's
not coming back.

You find any clues to
where he might have gone?

Sure.

Guess who got to go Dumpster-diving
behind Wellner's apartment?

Oh, seniority is
a son of a bitch.

Wellner had to pull up
in a hurry.

Guys in a hurry make mistakes,
leave a trail.

Shall we?

Four days ago,
Wellner drained an IRA account

despite a ten percent penalty
for early withdrawals.

Bought a Gortex coat,
wasn't in his closet.

That would make sense.

Wellner's web printouts are
of these little houses

up in Washington State,
Montana and Idaho.

Retiring to the mountains
to do some fishing.

Here's a padlock.

That could be for anything.

Could be... for
a storage facility in Van Nuys.

D-48.

Storage manager ID'd
Wellner's photo.

Said Wellner paid cash two
days ago for the locker.

Here it is.

Just an unschooled guess,

but that looks like
a scramjet to me.

They killed six people
to get this thing.

Think they would have moved it
out of L.A. by now.

It's Sinclair.

Yeah, we found the scramjet.

David.

John Wellner.

Looks like he didn't make it out
of town either.

Gunshot to the head,
just like the ranger.

Shell casing's the same caliber.

The tenants have 24-hour access.

They get in the outside gate
with a PIN code.

So when did Wellner use his?

At 4:48 p.m., and there was
no one else in or out

in 30 minutes
either side of that.

- So no witnesses.
- Right.

Come on.

So, Wellner gives Daley
a bad program

for the flight computer,
crashes the plane.

And his partners wait up on
the mountain to collect the cargo.

It's one heck of a partnership.

Put a hole in Wellner's head and
leave him in his own storage locker?

Yeah, they must have known
we were getting close to him,

didn't want him to talk.

Why leave the scramjet behind?

The locker's rent's been
paid three years in advance.

Yeah, you got to figure
three years from now,

the prototype's worth less,
not more.

Makes you wonder why
the hell six people died.

DON: Why would
someone crash that plane,

steal the scramjet
and mothball it?

I don't know.

Better figure it out; we got
a lot of bodies piling up here.

What do you mean?

Your mechanic,
John Wellner, he's dead.

Bullet to the head.

Look, we know he was
working with someone else

and we know you had a
lot of info at your fingertips.

You keep saying how
important that thing is --

I can see where the company
would pay you to kill the project.

Look. You don't know
what you're talking about.

Just hold tight.

All right, so what do you need?

The plane crash
had nothing to do

with stealing
that scramjet engine.

What?

The scramjet's a mislead.

Look, did you hook the plane's flight
computer into your mainframe yet?

Yeah, that's how we got
the reprogramming evidence.

Well, then, the program's
almost certainly vectored its way

into the FAA's computers by now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what are you talking about?

What program?

This whole exercise was
designed so that someone

could place a malicious
program into the FAA's computer.

- What does this program do?
- I don't know yet.

I need access to
the FAA's mainframe.

Do you know how guarded
that access is?

It's the FAA, guys.

It's what he says he needs.

I'll make a call.

Thank you.

- Stolen blenders?
- That's not this.

That's the break-in,
I'm working on the break-in.

What, Dad's not all right?

That house means a lot to him.

Yeah.

Well, it's like the screens,
remember?

- Every summer with the screens.
- Right?

Putting new screens in every
single window of that house.

Climbing out on that roof, and
then the flies come in anyway.

Right.

Just his way of checking in
with the house once a year.

Yeah, you're right.

Charlie, you have some fans
at the FAA.

If they've got a problem,
they want you to find it.

Great.
All right, get to it.

All right, come on.

Review board called me in
on the spree killing case.

Figured it was about
what we did to Buck.

All they wanted to talk about
was you dinging Crystal Hoyle.

I told them you had
the clearer shot.

Is that true?

I figure you had your reasons.

Bad news first, well,
the bad news is that

the rogue program has fully
rooted itself in the FAA's computers.

Good news is that we don't
have to ground air traffic.

So no mid-air collisions?

This one won't
even lose your luggage.

It was designed
for something very different.

Well, what was it designed for?

Uh, you ever hear of "squawk"?

Yeah, it's a seagull who wakes
me up every morning.

Not just a seagull.

An entire bird sanctuary.

Each bird has it's own
unique squawk.

Enough so that a bird
watcher spying from the ground

can identify each bird
just by its sound.

Now think of the bird watcher
as the FAA's radar,

and each plane has
its own unique signal

so that Air Traffic Control
can identify each plane

by the code, or "squawk"
it receives.

TOMBRELLO: The squawk is
sent from a transponder in the plane,

which tells the radar
not only location,

but also ground
designation and trajectory.

That's right, now these are all the
planes flying over the city right now.

And each with its own
unique designation.

Let's say I programmed
the virus to listen for...

This one here.

So I enter in its squawk code.

(beeping)

Now it's gone.

What happened to it?

Whoever controls this program can
make any plane in Southern California

invisible.

CHARLIE: Consider M.C.
Escher's lithograph of the stairs.

Escher was famous for leading
the subjects of his artwork

back to where they started.

Like the path of the monks
in his drawing,

in Strange Loop Theory,

all math as well as music
and even biology,

can fold back in on itself,

and check in with its origin.

So a program that jumps
from computer to computer

can leave certain clues
that take us back to its author.

Amita and I traced the program's
code via its Strange Loop.

And took you back
to the guy who wrote it?

It took me back to an AeroNomics
Computer used by an IT technician...

Mike Daley.

Charlie, are you saying
he's behind this?

At least as far
as authoring the code.

Well, now we know why he ran.

This program, is it tampering
with the FAA's computers right now?

No, it's still waiting
for an activation code.

You wrote the program.
You crashed the plane.

We've done this before,
that was Wellner.

No, this...
is Wellner.

I want a lawyer.

Why? What for?
You're free to go.

Yeah, go ahead. Take off, right?

I'll tell you how it's
going to go down though.

When they find you --
and they will, pal --

they're gonna take a
nine millimeter pistol

and they're gonna put a hole
in your head just like that,

and just like Hadwin.

EDGERTON: Not every guy gets to know
the caliber of bullet that'll kill them.

Nobody was supposed to die.

They said that nobody
was going to get hurt.

Are you kidding me?

You wrote a program that screwed
with the altimeter of a plane

and it crashed into a mountain!

What the hell did you
think was going to happen?!

You know, at least your partners
had the guts to pull a trigger

when they killed
Wellner and the ranger.

You hid behind a damn computer!

How could I know about
the ranger showing up so fast?

Look, I see three scenarios.

Okay, one, you walk out of here,
you wind up like that --

two, you go down for this alone,
you take a seat on death row.

Three, you rat out your buddies
and you save your own miserable ass.

The guy behind it,
Wellner knew him.

- We need a name!
- I didn't want to know.

My job was to write the programs

and figure out a way to backdoor
the FAA's computer.

How were you going to make
any money on it?

The backdoor doesn't work
without the pass code.

Wellner's friend,
the guy with the truck,

he was going
to pay us $2 million.

I'll do anything.

I'll cooperate.

Well, we're going to find out
if you mean that.

DAVID: I played a hunch,
showed Daley a photo array.

He picked out Victor Morelos.

This guy ran drugs
with Wellner, right?

Makes sense.

A smuggler's plane,
even without a transponder,

has a chance of being seen.

This program erases
the transponder number,

and the FAA won't even
look for the plane.

Yeah, so he'd basically
own the border.

Hey, don't I get
a bulletproof vest?

What for?

Morelos always goes
for the head shot.

Just make sure you get him
to take that program.

The more you can get
him to say, the better.

Um...

I don't know about this.

COLBY: Right now, everything we
have on Morelos is circumstantial.

But you on the other hand,

you're a prime candidate
for Guantanamo Bay.

DAVID: Yeah, and about
ten or twelve years

of alternative interrogation
methods to look forward to.

Yeah, relax, you've got the fifth best
shot in the country covering your ass.

- Hey, fourth.
- Right.

You don't want to ask
how I moved up one spot.

Button your shirt.

I've been thinking,

maybe I take my chances
with Homeland Security after all.

EDGERTON:
$50 says the kid rabbits.

DON (on radio):
Too late.

Got a silver Ford pickup
just pulled in.

EDGERTON (on radio):
F-250, I got it.

Hey.

We good?

Good.

Yeah, sure. We're good.

Well?

You bring it?

You bring my final payment?

Well, first we've got to make sure
that this thing of yours actually works.

Sure. I got the
stick drive right here.

Whoa-ho.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Mikey, take it easy with the
hand in the pocket, okay?

Take it easy. I trust you.

My boy here's
a little overprotective.

You're shaking. Calm down.

You really think I'd
try to pull anything

after seeing what you did
to Wellner?

What did I do to Wellner, Mike?

He's blowing it.

DON (on radio):
It's going south, guys.

What did I do to Wellner, Mike?

Uh...

Who've you been talking to, Mike?
What do you know?

(speaking Spanish)

- FBI! Don't move!
- Back up!

FBI! FBI!

Put your hands up!

Put them up!

Back up right now.

Drop it!

I will kill him.
You know I'll do this.

You know I'll do this!

MORELOS:
Back up!

I'm walking out
of here right now.

Get away!

Drop the gun!

Back up!

(gunshot)

- Put your hands up!
- Get down!

Get down!

You hit?
You okay?

That ought to make me
number three.

(birds singing)

♪ She says, "Wake up,
it's no use pretending..." ♪

Thanks.

For being here.

♪ Birds are leaving...

I can understand why
you guys moved up here.

Away from the city,

you almost forget where you are.

I'll never forget.

♪ Naked as we came

♪ One will spread our...

♪ Ashes 'round the yard.

MILLIE:
No. No chess.

I win, you pout.

Well, we're not playing poker.

I'm not your personal ATM.

Aw, come on...

- One game.
- Hey, come on.

You've said no to Scrabble,
Jenga, Battleship

and air hockey.

- Wussy games.
- Hey.

Hey, Charlie.

I got a breakthrough
on the burglary.

- Hey, Millie.
- Hey, hey, Charlie.

So, I've mapped out

an associative model of crime,

based on the victim experience,
our experience.

It is kind of cool being a major
component in a criminal equation.

Yeah, and so, so?

I can tell you the guy's
definitely in Los Angeles.

I can tell you that.

Oh. He's in Los Angeles.

CHARLIE: Don't say it like that.

A few more days,
a little more data collected...

I might have a short
list to give to the police.

DON: Hello. Hey.

Hey, in here.

Look what I got.

- Hey, Millie, how're you doing?
- Good, how are you?

CHARLIE:
Wait a second, is that...?

- My laptop.
- Your laptop.

Yeah, I had Pasadena PD
track the GPS inside.

Of course!
The GPS in your laptop.

It's standard now on all models
since 2005.

They just punch in a code and there it
was blinking away at, uh, 3rd and Lucas.

What do you got here?

A rather long way around.

Stole my collar.

Your collar, huh?

I would've gotten him.

In six or seven years, maybe.

At least I was working on it.

I wasn't sitting
around playing games.

Ooh, well...

Who wins the games, huh?

Millie Finch, I believe
12, and the Eppes boys zero.

You want to put that record on
the line with a game of spoons?

Spoons?

What, you boys play games
with your cutlery now?

I have an idea that it's
right up your alley.

Oh, yeah?

All right, hand me your spoons.

Well, you guys ate
off both of these.

Do we have other...?

Come on, Charlie.
Man up. What are you?

This house is kind of a weird.

Who wants a beer? Anyone?

There's still no beer.