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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?
Well, it depends.
You cooking?
See you later, wise guy.
What's that? Phil, are you all right?
What happened?
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!
Phil?
Send everyone.
This is bad.
Is there anyone alive?!
Can anyone hear me?!
Hello?
Right in the middle of my lecture.
Charlie, I'm as embarrassed
as you are.
You were snoring
Charlie?
Yeah?
We forget to lock the door?
What?
Wow!
Wait, wait.
They could still be here.
Here.
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 grabbed 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
Call the police.
Two sons who solve crimes.
Neither one cares.
So, I talked to David,
he'll coordinate
from the office,
but I haven't been able
to get a hold of Megan yet.
Yeah, she's on
the task force for DOJ.
All I can say.
Forget it.
You tell me,
she'll have to kill me.
See what happened here.
Forest Ranger
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.
Bob?
Yeah.
Don Eppes.
Bob Tombrello.
- Good to have you.
- How's it going?
What have you got here?
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.
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.
It's possible
it was knocked out of the sky,
a bomb, a rocket?
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 areyou 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.
Gentlemen, take it
and run diagnostics
on this, please.
- Excuse me.
Do you mind
- if I tag along?
- I'm Professor Charles Eppes.
- Hello, Charles.
Ian, didn't know
you were around.
I wasn't
till they found
a dead forest ranger.
I've 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.
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.
Oh, God.
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?
Wow.
Who knew a black box
isn't really black, huh?
Yeah.
For it to be damaged
at all is so rare.
Well, they must have been flying
awfully fast.
- They 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, blender,
my Dad's laptop.
Wait.
Someone broke
into your house?
Yeah, last night.
Police think
it's probably just
a bunch of kids.
If there is anything
our department can do to help
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.
But, um, now
Phil and I had
the whole mountain to ourselves.
I'm sorry.
No, it's okay.
I understand
you two were probably close.
Phil was my husband.
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.
Yeah.
Hold on.
I need to see
some identification.
You can't go up there.
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 you need to go back
and be with the families.
When we have any real
information, we'll contact you.
All right, there you go.
The input buses are connected.
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.
Okay, coming through
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.
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?
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?
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.
take a look at this
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!
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.
- Yeah, but 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.
So, we want to know
what's so valuable
that someone's willing
to crash a plane
kill six people????
Ok????? debris field map, twice.
Every major
component
of the aircraft
is accounted for.
So, if Professor Eppes'
calculations are right,
we are definitely missing
Trust me, Professor Eppes'
calculations are right.
Those tire marks
I found
there are 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
It would crash
right here.
Give or take
a mile.
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||reckage.
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're 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 a pretty narrow space.
So if somebody wanted
to mess with that FMC,
it'd be pretty hard
not to leave some prints.
Oh, hey.
Hi, 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.
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 will 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
It's like the computer putting
on corrective lenses.
The prints on the nose comb
belong to Mike Daley.
He works in AeroNomics'
IT department.
Because of their government
contracts,
all employees have to
register their prints.
IT guy would probably know how
to tamper
with the flight computer.
All right,
go get him.
Mike Daley!
FBI! Open up.
Up or down?
I'll take down.
?????
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 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.
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 ***
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'*** 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
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
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
than it really was.
So, so the crash
was intentional?
That's why
we're dissecting
the 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.
Well, 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.
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 ***.
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.
Could be for anything.
Could be for
a storage facility in Van Nuys.
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.
John Wellner.
?????
the gun shot to the head,
just like the ranger.
Shell casing's
the same caliber.
The tenants have
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.
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,
is 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
Putting new screens - Right?
- 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 reason.
Bad news first, well,
the bad news is that
the rogue program has fully
rooted itself
in the FAA's computers.
The 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
canidentify each plane
by the code, or "squawk"
it receives.
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.
Now it's gone.
What happened to it?
Whoever controls
this program can make
any plane in Southern California
invisible.
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 origin.
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
Mike Daley.
by an IT technician
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
- that 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.
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 crash it
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 ***.
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.
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.
Right now, everything
we have on Morelos
is circumstantial.
But you on the other hand,
you're a prime candidate
for Guantanamo Bay.
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 ***.
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.
$50 says the kid rabbits.
Too late.
Got a silver Ford pickup
just pulled in.
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.
It's going south, guys.
What did I do to Wellner, Mike?
Uh
Who've you been talking to,
Mike? What do you know?
- 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!
Put your hands up!
Get down!
Get down!
That ought to make me
number three.
Thanks.
For being here.
I can understand why
you guys moved up here.
Away from the city,
you almost forget
where you are.
I'll never forget.
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.
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.
- Hello.
Hey.
Hey, in here.
Look what I got.
- Hey, Millie, how're you doing?
- Good, how are you?
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
You want to put that record on the line
with a game of spoons?
Spoons?
What, you boys play games
with your cutlery?
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.