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CRYSTAL:
Richer or poorer, baby.

DON: Pretty big career change for
a 30-year-old teacher with no priors?

(pumping barrel)

Crystal?

CHARLIE: You have been locked
in a pursuit curve with the killers.

MEGAN:
She has crossed the threshold,

and there are
no more boundaries.

We're gonna have to take 'em.

FBI. Don't move.

DON: Look, you see what
she did to Brenner.

What almost happened to you?

I'm not telling you
where she is.

We live, or we die.
Your choice.

Get in the car and drive.

♪♪

"Buck goes free."

Looks like she left out
the "or else."

Yeah?

We're doing a complete
canvas of the area, but

aren't a lot of people out here
past 9:00, 10:00 at night.

What about this diner?

Shift change
was 6:00 a.m.

We're tracking down the
night crew right now.

I mean, she left it
like this for a reason.

She's way off her M.O.

No dead bodies left behind.

COLBY: Yeah, what if
it's not a body, though?

- Maybe it's a hostage.
- DON: Maybe.

What's the deal with Megan?
Where is she already?

I tried calling her at her
apartment and her cell phone.

- There was no answer.
- Yeah, well, try Larry.

We don't have a number for him.

And you know
he's not listed, right?

- Wait. Fleinhardt?
- Charlie!

You kidding me?
Fleinhardt and Megan?

Yeah, man, for about
a few weeks now.

So everybody knows?

Everybody knows now.

I can't believe she
didn't tell me.

Yeah, so it's...
it's like I said earlier.

I mean, even with the new point,
I doubt my pursuit curves

are gonna hold up any longer.

You know, given the arrest
of Buck Winters,

the change in movement
from random to-to incentivized,

they're no longer a team.

Right. You got a number
on Larry, give it to Colby.

Uh, actually, Larry
doesn't have a number.

- He doesn't have a phone.
- Really?

He doesn't have a cell phone?

Yeah. He calls them
"electronic leashes."

Look, you could try him
at his office,

but, you know,
it's still pretty early.

(phone ringing)
- Oh, wait. Maybe this is her here.

Yeah, I got her.
Megan, what's the deal?

Is this Agent Eppes,
number one on her speed dial?

Who is this?

Exactly who you think it is.

I want a straight-up trade --
Buck for Reeves.

All right, let me talk to her.

Burbank Airport, 6:00 p.m.

Have a Cessna fueled
and ready to go.

All right, get an APB on Megan's car,
and a tap on her cell phone.

Start a GPS tracking.

If you get anything, I want it
triangulated.

MEGAN (recording):
Hey, you've reached 323...

Oh, damn! Pull Winters
out of holding.

What-What's going on?

Hoyle's got Megan.
Let's go!

(sirens wailing)

So, Hoyle ditched Megan's cell
phone in a garbage can off of Alameda.

We got roadblocks set up
all over town.

All right, good.

There she is.

Right.

DON: All right, let's see
how long she waited.

(keyboard clicking)

COLBY:
She didn't wait.

She followed.

DON:
All right, look.

So, Hoyle wakes up,
she finds Buck missing, right?

They've already killed one
old boyfriend, Pierce Brenner.

DON: And he's out looking for
this guy, Billy Rivers,

who-who is boyfriend number two.

She must have shown up right
at the time we locked up Buck.

And followed us
straight back here.

DON: That takes some guts,
parking right out there, man.

What kind of person takes
that kind of risk?

The scariest kind --

too crazy to care,
smart enough not to get caught.

LARRY:
We-We had breakfast.

We said goodbye.

What time was that?

Oh, I don't know. 4:30
or quarter to 5:00.

Did you notice anything else?

A car maybe,
somebody hanging around?

No, no.
I was just...

I was focused on Megan.

And that is not true.

That's not true.

I had my own agenda.

My own need to return to my
own intellectual orbit.

What the hell is wrong with me?

We're going
to get her back, Larry, okay?

She's one of ours.

If I'd just waited
the 15 minutes,

followed her car
home with my car.

Larry,

Megan is a decorated FBI agent,

she's a black belt in Krav Maga,

and one of the best shots
in this office.

What-What are you...?

Is this your artless way

of saying that I lacked

the competence to defend her?

It's my way of saying
that on a good day,

any one of us can be gotten to.

(door opening)

It's bolted to the wall.

But go ahead
and satisfy yourself.

You've kidnapped
a federal agent.

I'm wanted for murder, assault,

enough robberies to lose track.

You really want to tell me now
how I'm supposed to let you go

before I get into big trouble?

You're smart enough
to know what you're doing.

What I want to know is why.

(distant sirens)

I told them
I'd trade you for Buck.

That keeps you breathing,
till 6:00 p.m., at least.

'Cause you really think they're
going to negotiate with you?

- (laughs)
- No, you don't.

You're not stupid,
and I don't believe you're crazy, either.

Throwing away the life I had,

there are those
who would disagree.

Yeah, 'cause they don't know
what it's like

to live a life
that isn't your own.

(chuckles)

You read a few files,

you figure you understand me?

Yeah, I might know you a little
better than you think, Crystal.

I left home at 16.

Oh. How long did it take them
to drag you back?

I didn't go back.

But, you know,
things got a little crazy,

and I had a wakeup call,

and I had to decide which way
the rest of my life was going to go.

(sighs)

Yeah? You ever miss crazy?

16 and waking up every day free,

having no idea where the day
was going to take me?

Yeah, I miss it.

Is there some reason
you're telling me all this?

The more you know about me,
the less likely you are to kill me.

(laughs)

Sit down.

Crystal took a hostage.

So?

A federal agent she
wants to trade you for.

And you want your agent back?

Then you'd better.

You're not going anywhere until
you tell me what I want to know.

That's fine.

I got all day.

Well, I don't,
and that should worry you.

Yeah? Why?

'Cause nothing matters to me
except getting my agent back,

and I got very little time,
and you're my only lead.

So what?

What are you going to do?

Are you going to beat me up?

I've never beaten
a prisoner in my life,

but if you don't tell me what I want to
know by the time I walk out of that door,

it's out of my hands.

I'm not telling you anything.

You sure this is
what you want to do?

Do I look unsure?

COLBY: Don, I'm just saying,
I've seen what happens

when you cross certain lines.

It can be really hard
to find your way back.

Colby, the only thing
I want to find is my agent.

Charles.

Why are you just sitting here?

I'm thinking.

About?

Pareto improvements,

shapely values,

centipedes.

You know, Charles,
Megan is a captive,

and she may be gravely wounded.

I think this might be
a time for solutions,

and not these-these
intellectual musings.

Larry, I'm every bit as
concerned about her as you are.

Oh, I doubt that.

But for me to help,

I need to maintain
an even temper

and a lucid thought process,

so, your anxiety
is understandable,

but it's not helpful.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I'm just clouded with emotion,

and I am perversely
resenting you

your clear-headedness here.

What can I do to help?

Right now?

Leave.

Yeah. I will do that.

They were staying in an
abandoned house off of Ventura.

She's probably
not there anymore.

All right, you got five minutes
to put together a team.

He tell you where she'd go next?

If he knew, he would've told me.

FBI!

Clear.

Megan's car.

All right, pop the trunk.

All right.

She dumped Megan's
phone about a mile from here,

and then they changed cars.

Took Megan with her --
that means she's still alive.

CHARLIE:
So what we have, really,

is a bargaining game with
incomplete information.

You know, it's as if one
player has offered something

to a second player in
exchange for something

that the second player's
just unable to relinquish.

So the trick, I think,
is to alter the game,

or, you know, alter the
parameters of the game.

You mean like a sudden-death
overtime to break a tie score.

You know what?

That's not a bad example.
That's not bad.

However, imagine two people
playing tic-tac-toe.

If both play rationally,
and neither make a mistake,

well, then the game will always
end in a draw, right?

I mean in order
for one side to win,

you have to alter
the rules of the game,

you know allow "X" to, to make
two consecutive moves

or prohibit "O" from choosing
a crucial square.

You mean cheat.

Well, yeah,
I mean you could put it that way.

See-see our ability
to alter this game

stems from the fact
that Crystal Hoyle,

really, she wants more
than one thing.

When we caught Buck, they
were looking for Billy Rivers.

Rivers has been pretty good at
hiding from her and from us, though.

However, we can apply some forward
induction to that problem, as well.

Rivers' criminal history contains
one striking commonality,

the appearance of a specific
attorney in 81.25% of his arrest record.

So you call that attorney.

You explain to him that his
client derives a greater benefit

from Crystal Hoyle's
apprehension than having to,

to hide for an indeterminate
amount of time.

You think he might go for that?

Well, hey, you know, look.

Even a lawyer can't
argue with math.

So you got to explain
something to me.

Isn't that how the bad guys
always get caught in the movies,

explaining too much?

You really consider
yourself to be a bad guy?

Don't you?

I don't generally
believe in bad and good,

I believe in reasons.

I think Buck killed his father and
that was his reason for running.

But I don't know what yours is.

Well, I couldn't just
abandon him.

Sweet boy.

So intense.

Don't you remember what life was
like when you were that age,

and love was just
so uncomplicated?

Yeah, but
Crystal, he's just a boy.

Oh, really?

'Cause I don't know many
men twice his age

that'd be willing to take
care of a woman and her...

And her what?

Are you pregnant?

No, I'm not pregnant.

Were you pregnant?

Once upon a time.

When you were 15,
is that why you ran away?

No, I ran away because
I was a B plus student,

soccer team, never kissed a boy.

Parents never let me out of
their sight,

they were so afraid of
me screwing up my life.

So that's exactly what you did.

You came here and you got
involved with a married man,

and your friend Lydia...

said you ran away
for six months.

Did Brenner get you pregnant?

Yeah, all of a sudden
he couldn't leave his wife.

His father-in-law was going to
help him open up a car lot.

So he made some arrangements.

All Pierce had to do was
drive me to Billy's house.

It was the last I saw
of that bastard.

Until Tuesday night.

But I'll say one thing
for Billy,

he's a better salesman
than Pierce.

'Cause he convinced me that
my daughter

would be better off
with some other family.

Crystal, do you know where
your daughter is?

No.

Billy's going to tell me.

And I'm going to find her
and get her back.

Haven't seen the girl
in like 15 years.

But you knew she was
looking for you.

Uh, that friend of hers,
Lydia was asking around.

I heard Crystal'd
been on the Strip,

hitting some of the old places,

talking to some
of the old people.

Why does she want
to kill you, Billy?

Who says she does?

She shows up, you drop everything,
disappear, you tuck tail and run?

Girlfriend shows up,
way past the expiration date,

you don't go out of your way
to make yourself available,

you know what I mean?

I thought he was here
to cooperate.

My client is cooperating.

Came here of his own volition.

Anything?

They're wasting our time here.

Take a look at this.

May change his attitude.

It's the deep background Megan
requested on Pierce Brenner.

DON: In 1992, Pierce Brenner
made a $50,000 payoff.

- Pierce who?
- Not to you.

To you.

Come on, you're asking me about
a single fee from 15 years ago--

From a dead car dealer who had
the same girlfriend as your client.

In 1992.

So?

So, that's a small world,
Counselor.

Wait a minute, Brenner's dead?

Hoyle killed him two nights ago,
and if you don't help me here

you're gonna be
bait for me out there.

Are you threatening my client?

Yeah, you bet your ass I am.

We came in here voluntarily.

Hey. I have an agent four,
five hours away from being killed.

We're done here.

Oh, you may be but he's not.
Arrest him.

- Arrest me? For what?
- For statutory rape, how's that huh?

Corrupting a minor, how about
that? Crystal Hoyle was 15.

You've just made a big mistake,
Agent Eppes.

Yeah, sue me.

I'm crossing lines here.

I'm doing things I
wouldn't have done before.

You know, I mean I'm desperate.

I-I don't know what else
to do, I got no answers.

You're not responsible.

No, that's exactly what I am.

And I should have turned
Edgerton loose on that kid before;

I'd have Hoyle by now.

There's something called the law
of unintended consequences.

Charlie, I don't care
about your laws, all right?

I don't care about your
theories, or your algorithms.

You know, I mean this is
like spitting in the ocean here.

The ocean?

We're reasonably certain that Megan
and Crystal are somewhere in here.

Well, there's no such thing
as a perfect dragnet.

The roadblock went up around
the time that she switched cars.

Right around here.

Well, there's something
called the trawler problem,

where a fast boat chases
a slower boat

until the slower boat
disappears into a fog bank.

Let me guess,
we're the faster boat.

Right, and-and this

is the fog bank.

The boundaries of the dragnet.

The solution to the problem is
for the faster boat to assume

that the slower boat has turned
around and is heading back toward it.

EDGERTON: Why the
hell would she do that?

She wouldn't.

The beauty of the solution
is it doesn't matter.

Using the last known location

of the missing boat
as an origin point,

we spiral out,

and intersect
with the slower boat

before completing a full turn.

Crystal took Megan from here.

At approximately 4:45 a.m.

She then contacted you,

and discarded
Megan's phone here,

at 6:50 a.m.

Shortly afterward,
she and Megan headed back here.

Where we found Megan's car.

Charlie, this isn't
the open ocean, though.

This is a city.

Right, right. No, we have to
consider variegated terrain.

And a considerable time gap.

Compensate for the time lag,

add overlapping search spirals
to maximize the area covered.

Anyone else following this?

Just nod your head and
wait for the punch line.

Punch line... is

something like...

...this.

Man (on radio): Special Agent Eppes,
what is your current location?

All right, we're turning out to
Whitmore.

We could cross their paths
and not even know it.

Beats the hell out of sitting
around the office

waiting for Hoyle
to make the next move.

Make this left on Beaudry.

Left on Beaudry.

Shouldn't we be headed
to the airport?

You think I'm a fool, don't you?

You don't just abandon
somebody that loves you.

That's the second time
you used the word "abandon."

You talking about Buck
or your daughter?

Billy just took her
right out of my arms.

Okay, listen to me.

You were 15 years old.

That's an explanation,
it's not an excuse.

I was too weak
to protect her then.

I'm not weak anymore.

Crystal, she's not a baby.

You're talking about
a teenage girl

who you wouldn't recognize
if she walked in that door.

No.

There's a bond between
a mother and a child...

You know what,
that is a fantasy.

You know what reality is?

You are thinking of ripping

her out of the
arms of two people

who've devoted their entire
lives to taking care of her.

And what kind of a life
do you have to offer?

You going to take her on the
road with you robbing liquor stores?

Shut up!

She is old
enough to be Buck's sister.

She's the same age you
were when you left home,

is that why you're
going to do this?

You're going to make your child live
through all the same mistakes you made?

I thought you were
trying to stay alive.

I just... I want you
to think this through.

DISPATCHER: Report of gunshots,
Twilight Motel, Third and Bixel.

That's two blocks from here.

Yeah, that's the next stop
on Charlie's map.

(siren wails)

Hey.
Room 15.

(gunshot)

Move.

Shots fired, Twilight Motel.

Shoot me and we all go.

Okay.

Slow down, Crystal.

- Just calm down.
- Grenade.

(groans)

(siren wailing)

They're up there!

Second floor!

Room 15!

Oh, hey, she's cut, guys!

Hey, Megan, Megan?

Can you hear me?

She's cut bad;
it looks like an artery.

Megan?
She's in and out of it.

Megan, can you hear me?

Hold on,
let me just get these cuffs off.

Silver Pontiac.

- I need to take the vehicle.
- No, no, no, n-no.

We've got to get her to a hospital,
she's bleeding out here.

DAVID:
Stay with us, okay?

COLBY: I'll get the door
to the car.

EDGERTON:
LAPD'll be here in two minutes.

She's getting away.

She doesn't have two minutes!

Let's go, let's go.

We got you, sweetie.

Aah!

Stay with us, Megan.

MEGAN: Pierce Brenner
got Crystal Hoyle pregnant,

and then found a lawyer sleazy
enough to do the dirty work.

Yeah, yeah. We're all over it --
Adam Benton.

Yeah, he paid him 50 Gs.

And he was too smart to leave a straight
trail to a 15-year-old pregnant girl,

so he farmed out some of his dirty
work to one of his regular clients.

Billy Rivers.

Who knows
where that kid ended up?

Turns out this whole thing
wasn't just about payback after all.

No, I think killing Brenner was
Crystal's way of symbolically

making room for Buck
as the surrogate father,

and once
that affair was uncovered,

which was totally rooted
in all the childhood traumas,

it was
like the floodgates opened

and now she's
chasing a 16-year-old fantasy

of love and family.

Well, Rivers is
thoroughly lawyered up

and we're going
to have a hell of a time

trying to dig up
a 15-year-old black market baby.

We sure don't have enough
to take on his attorney Benton.

Judge'll never give us a warrant
on this little.

Right, well, we keep digging.

MEGAN: Hey, guys,
before this gets away from us,

I just wanted to say,

thanks very much
for the really good timing.

DON: Wasn't me.
It was all you, Kickass,

with that gunshot, come on.

It just felt like a really good
time for a Hail Mary there,

but I was so lucky that
you two were in the area.

COLBY: No.

That wasn't all luck.

Ooh, my friend Charlie.

Yeah, he invented
a whole new search pattern.

I think he's calling it the
"Reeves Variation."

(Megan laughing)

Oh, man,
you get kidnapped for the day,

you miss a lot around here.

DAVID: I still don't understand
why Crystal grabbed you.

I mean, she's smart enough to
know we weren't going to release Buck.

I think she feels like
she failed to protect one child

and she didn't want to see the
same thing happen to another.

I don't know,

maybe she just subconsciously
wanted her story told.

But you know,
the whole time we were in there,

she was outside the motel
on a pay phone.

DON: Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we're on the phone dump.

Don't you worry, all right,
you just get your rest.

We're supposed to let you
get rest, so let's go, guys.

Good job.

Glad you're all right.

Charlie never gave me
a variation.

(laughs)

Hey, is she okay?

Yeah, yeah, she's fine,

but you guys got to keep it
short, all right?

David, uh, earlier today,

in the throes of, you know,
unprecedented anxiety and fear,

I-I said some things
and I used a word...

- Artless.
- That's the word.

I just want you to
know, I-I apologize for,

and thoroughly renounce, the
harshness of my language.

You know I have to admit,

I thought I'd been called
every name there was,

but that was a new one, Larry.

Hey.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Only have a few hours --

I didn't want to waste it
going back to my apartment.

How's Megan?

Oh, she's going to be okay.

You can go visit her
in the morning if you want.

Yeah.

I can't stop thinking about how far
I would have gone to get her back.

How far did you go?

Oh.

Hey, uh, remember when you were
in Little League and you got beaned?

What, you mean when John Kinsella
thought I was crowding the plate?

Well, you were crowding
the plate.

I blame myself for not telling
you to back off, but um...

I took it out on your coach.

I told him to meet me
in the parking lot.

What?

My point is that when
you care about people,

and feel responsible for them,

it can blind your good sense.

Yeah, well, that's the
question -- when's it come back?

Or does it?

Well, in my case,

it was right at the moment
that I realized

that Coach McGuinness
was a Golden Gloves boxer.

(chuckles)

You see, when you
wrestle with your choices,

you can take that as a sign
that good sense will return.

Sooner or later.

Yeah, so what's up
with the condo?

Oh, I narrowed it down to two.

You know, Dad...

I kind of hate my apartment.

Relax, they both
have tennis courts.

Well, what I mean is...

I mean, I don't know if you notice,
but I'm over here a lot.

No, really?

Yeah. And I got that
second room.

I keep thinking I should
do something with it.

It's full of boxes that have
been there, what, two years?

Are you suggesting
that I not move out?

No, what I'm saying is,

just don't underestimate
how great it is

to have somebody to
come home to talk to.

Oh.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What are you doing here so late?

I could ask you the same thing.

Hey...

do you want to grab
that dinner that we missed?

Um, actually, I kind of knew
I'd be here late, so...

I got a sandwich on the way in.

Um, I'm sorry.

I should have waited
for you, huh?

I should have...
(clears throat)

I should have called
you at least.

No, it's fine.
I'm not that hungry anyway.

Um, Larry called me,

and I'm glad to hear
that Megan's okay.

I'm sorry. I really...
I should have...

I should have called you.

I shouldn't have not called you.

- I just got so preoccupied
- Charlie...

with the trawler problem, and...

- Charlie.
- What?

Have you noticed that you've
been apologizing to me a lot lately?

Whether you need to or not?

I'm so... I'm sorry.

No, I... It's just
I guess... yeah...

I have been feeling
a little pressure

since you decided to stay.

I don't want to disappoint you.

Or upset you.

But your solution is to walk
on eggshells around me?

Well, when you put it that way,
it sounds a little untenable.

Setting aside for one moment

the massively egotistical
presumption

that I opted for the
professorship at Calsci

just to date you...

- No, that's...
- Look, Charlie,

I accepted an amazing position.

And yes, I do want to try.

But only if you want
to try, too.

DON:
You think Hoyle's taking off?

She gave up a lot to get here
to find a long-lost daughter.

My instinct says no.

Well, you know,
you should talk to Megan --

see what kind of insights
she got on Hoyle.

I have all the insight I need.

What, you don't ever get tunnel
vision being on a manhunt this long?

I did.

Messed me up, changed me.

I had to give up that game.

That's the difference.

Hunting didn't change
me, it chose me.

Guys, I got the phone dump
back from the motel.

Two calls
to the Washington DC office

of the National Criminal
Information Center.

- NCIC?
- Yeah.

Wait, Hoyle had Megan's purse.

That's her contacts, her ID,
badge.

Accessing a federal database
is a much better reason

to grab a fed than some
crackpot hostage switch.

These calls went
out before 9:00 a.m.,

before the APB
traveled that far.

She was looking for information
on Billy Rivers

and his attorney of record.

Adam Benton.

- All right, you on that?
- Yeah.

All right call me if
you get anything.

All right.

Time of death was
around 2:00 a.m.

Pistol-whipped and then shot.

Looks like Crystal
connected the dots.

She had the same
idea Charlie did.

If you can't find Rivers,
talk to his lawyer.

These files on the floor --

payments to hospitals,
nursemaids,

birth certificate registrations.

Black market babies.

Scumbag like Rivers just can't
sell the kid out on the street.

He has to find himself
a respectable middle man.

Yeah, I'm figuring all Crystal
Hoyle really wanted from Billy Rivers

was the name of the guy
who sold her baby.

And the names of the people
who bought it.

It doesn't look like she left
here without her answers.

Which means she knows
where her daughter is.

And we don't.

Aren't you defying the spirit

of the hospital's
discharge rules,

if not the letter?

I have to find her, Larry.

Crystal Hoyle?

Her daughter.

I mean, what's the difference if
we catch every bad guy on Earth

if I can't save one innocent
life from being ruined?

Okay, granted, but where exactly
are we heading to?

I don't know.

Benton is dead,
all his files are gone.

Crystal Hoyle may be the only
person on the planet

who knows where her
daughter actually is.

Right this way.

You know, in physics we approach
similar conundrums

as inverse problems.

You mean, you start
with the answers

and you work your
way back to the question?

That's correct. Instead of
exploring the psyche of the hunter,

we look at the thought
processes of the hunted.

Okay, so we have

a childless couple
desperate to start a family.

So desperate that they
might turn a blind eye

to the morally opprobrious means

by which the child comes
into their lives.

Yes, you're right.

They would try and erase
all the emotional evidence.

They would take possession
by any acts of normalcy.

But what, what acts?

A birth certificate,
a pediatrician,

a social security number.

CHARLIE: The first
three digits of a social

are assigned by the zip code
of the applicant.

And the next two break
down numbers from the same area

into smaller, easier to manage
blocks.

Even if we focus on numbers
generated in Southern California,

that still leaves us
with a lot of data.

But in California,

each hospital is assigned a
batch of social security numbers

based on birthrate projections.

Which gives us another filter.

Exactly.

So then, by looking at
the remaining numbers

issued around the time that
Crystal's baby would have been born...

we can apply a
sorting algorithm.

Like...

(computer beeps)

...this.

That'll pull out
anomalous data in packets,

which we can further break down.

- Right.
- Good.

You know, I started
playing golf last year

because my dad plays golf,

you know, Don plays
golf, so I thought

it might be something
we could do together.

Sounds great.

Except that I was terrible.

You know, my body wouldn't do
what it was supposed to do,

and the math of the ball

trajectory was always
being challenged by...

reality.

And right away,
I-I-I wanted to quit.

I think I tend

to give up on things
that I don't learn quickly.

Which is a character flaw

that I am working on.

So, did you get better at golf?

No, I'm still terrible,
but I'm improving.

I'm enjoying the journey.

You know, if we put
something like this in the filter,

I think that it would...

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, that makes it --

that makes it so much more...

elegant.

There she is.

♪♪

(siren blares)

(cell phone rings)

COLBY:
Hello?

Megan, a call for you
came in from the switchboard.

Reeves.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Yes, she is.

Crystal, it's time to come in.

I want to talk to Buck.

You need to trust me now.

I trust you to trace
this phone call.

You have Buck call me

and I might talk long
enough for you to find me.

Crys?

Hey, baby.

How are they treating you?

I screwed up, Crys.

I know you told me to wait,
but I couldn't just...

Shh, don't let it
get to you, Buck.

Screwing up's the part
of life you learn from.

BUCK:
I told them it was all me.

I'm going to plead guilty
to everything.

You can turn yourself in now.

They have to let you go.

You sweet, silly boy.

You know how much I love you?

I love you, too, baby.

They can't keep us apart
from each other forever.

You'll wait for me,

won't you, Crys?

(beeping)

Hey, it's Eppes.

We need a helicopter
and a roadblock.

CRYSTAL: Only two people
in the world I ever loved,

and I'm no good for
either one of them.

What are you talking about?

Crys, you're my whole life.

Good-bye, Buck.

Crys?

Crys?

Signal's moving south.

She's running for Mexico.

She's got nothing left to lose.

Everything in front
of her's fair game.

The Galton Board, huh?

You drop enough balls, you get a
bell curve distribution.

Honestly Larry, I could do this

all day long.

Watching what happens when you
begin to block the paths.

The distribution changes,

the patterns alters...

and the ball
no longer has a choice

of where to fall.

All right, guys, heads up.

(sirens blare)

(cell phone rings)

MEGAN (on phone):
It doesn't have to end this way.

I can't think of another way.

Could you tell my daughter...

Tell her what?

Nothing.

It's like I never was.

Crystal...

You might want to get out
of the way, Agent Reeves.

She's coming.

(tires screech)

She's gonna try to run us.

(gunshot, glass breaks)

(tires screeching)

(horn blares)

All right, guys.

Let's clear it.

LARRY: You know, I am forever
looking outward

for my miracles.

Um, Comet Wild 2,
you know, with its core

forged in stellar flame.

The spectral properties

of supernova
remnant 1713.7-3946...

Just, the sheer magnificence
of the Magellanic Clouds

and, I don't know,
every once in a while

I allow these,
these outer wonders

to kind of blind me to
the, the inner miracles

that are occurring, transpiring,
every day all around us.

I didn't see any
miracles today, Larry.

No, no, no, but, you see,

the tendrils that
connect human beings

one to another,

they're just so,
so... unlikely.

So inherently, uh... fragile.

I-I think that it's

a miracle that
they even exist at all.

What?

I should shut up, shouldn't I?

No.

You should kiss me now.

Okay.

Of course.

ANNOUNCER: You have to earn a
birdie on this par four.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You get her?

Bad, huh?

Yep.

Oh, golf?

Yeah, I thought I'd

remove the physical
aspect of the game.

Maybe then I can, uh...

Game your way
into a lower handicap?

Yeah.

Thought you were done
with this sport.

Yeah, I thought I was, too,
and then I...

kinda got into trouble
with Amita.

And golf gets you out of it?

Well, you're the man, Charlie.

You know what? You
shouldn't use your driver,

you should use the 3 wood there.

Because...?

Because of the green.

Here. I'll
show you.

All right, just show me.
Just show me, then.

- Well, give me the thing.
- Why do you have to try...?

This has the ring of a very
familiar conversation.

What are you guys...?

- Why do you have to...?
- What is your problem?

That's so rude.

You're making a very
awkward moment for me.

I have to ask my,
uh, my landlord

- for a favor.
- (bickering)

- Will you tell him to stop it?
- Will you tell him to quit it?

What?

I would like to, uh, build a private
staircase to my, uh, bedroom.

At my own expense, of course.

What? I thought you
were moving out.

Well, I changed my mind.

Hold on, so no tennis?

You'll have to play on the
public courts, my friend,

like everyone else. I'm sorry.

And this shouldn't
be construed as disappointment.

Hmm?

What happened?

Well, I did a little
math of my own.

And I, uh, measured
the, um, benefits of privacy

versus the pleasure
of your company.

- Oh.
- What are you doing?

- Well...
- You're playing golf!

- Yeah.
- Oh!

Thinks he's training
for a comeback.

Is that a 3 wood you're using?

- That's Don's 3 wood.
- You can't use a 3 wood.

He's gotta get it up,
that's why.

No, you gotta use a 2 iron.
Here, let me show you.

Dad, what are you talking about?

This is so ridiculous, you know.

- A little expertise wouldn't hurt anybody.
- This is my game.

This is my TV set.
This is my own house.

Well, why don't you
get us some of your beers then?

- Get your own beers.
- Quiet. Watch it.

There you go. Nice.

Dad, are we -- we are
his guests, right?

I'm getting ready to measure the
benefits of privacy all over again.