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Hey, Pete,
I think I got something.

You better call it in.

Agent Eppes?

Yeah.

- David Sinclair.
- How you doing?

John Reacher.
I'm with the bureau's security division.

Victim was a computer science
researcher for a private think tank.

High-level national
security clearance.

Who's that?

This is Robert Oliver.

He's the CEO of the Lorman group.

How are you? Don Eppes, FBI.

Hi.

- The Lorman group is the think tank?
- That's right.

They have a number of contracts with us
for classified government projects.

So the victim was one
of your employees?

Yes. Uh, Dr. Hoke was
one of our senior researchers.

- I'll check on the body.
- All right.

Any reason to think the murder had anything
to do with the work he was doing for you?

It's possible.

Those bureau techs?

No, they're with my company.

What are you doing?
They're civilians.

They have security clearance.

Gentlemen, back away
from that computer.

Agent Eppes, can I talk
to you for a minute?

I have an obligation to secure
the contents of Dr. Hoke's computer.

Well, I got an obligation
to investigate a murder,

and whatever these guys are doing,
they're contaminating my crime scene.

- Your crime scene?
- That's right.

Unless there's something I don't know,

my homicide investigation's gonna take
priority over your security concerns.

Don.

We've got multiple stab wounds.

The coroner's investigator says
he's been dead for almost two days.

What was that about? / He was gonna
let those guys take data off that computer.

Well, I think somebody beat them to it.

According to what I heard,
the files were already erased.

All right, we're gonna start with that.
Nobody touches it.

All right? Let's get
our people on it immediately.

All right. Adam, Carter.

Okay, well, the first thing is,

whoever wiped the information
off of this hard drive

- didn't make a copy of it.
- You sure about that?

Absolutely.

Hoke had an event
log on his computer.

Recorded the wipe,
but no duplication.

And whoever did do the wipe
knew exactly what they were doing.

This code's been flipped
hundreds of thousands of times.

Wait. Define flipped.

A computer's language boils down
to binary code.

Every bit of information is
a specific sequence of zeroes and ones,

like coins, all heads or tails.

When you wipe the data,
you don't really erase it.

You just start flipping
the coins back and forth.

That destroys the code and renders
the information pretty much unintelligible.

Now, mind you, we're
talking about binary code,

which is millions upon millions
of zeroes and ones.

In order to recreate the data,

I need to reconstruct the original
sequence of the code.

To flip it back to the way
it was originally.

Try to.

But as you said, you're talking about
millions and millions of numbers.

Now the program that was used
to flip Hoke's code left a pattern behind.

If I can find it,

I can reverse engineer the program
and reconstruct the original sequence.

Give it a shot.
Let me know if you find anything.

Hey.

Jonas Hoke was
an applied physicist.

Lived alone, no kids, and
from everything I've heard so far,

totally devoted to his work.

He was in the middle of a divorce.
Wife left him a few months ago.

Oh, yeah? Any history there?

No police reports, no 911 calls.
Neighbors say he was a quiet, friendly guy.

Yeah, who somehow wound up
being butchered in his own house.

House ransacked.
You've got multiple stab wounds.

Alarm tripped.

Not really the M.O.
of a professional killer.

Why is the alarm tripped on the night
the body's discovered,

as opposed to two days earlier,
when the guy's actually murdered?

There's no evidence
the body was ever moved.

Yeah, the neighbors don't report
seeing anyone else in the area.

Still, the house being ransacked suggests
somebody was searching for something.

Well, whoever wiped that file
knew what to look for, that's for sure.

You think they trashed
the house on a ruse?

Make it look like an amateur?

Why don't you
go check out the wife?

I'm gonna talk to Reacher
about the Lorman connection.

Mrs. Hoke, I understand there was a dispute
over the money involved in the separation.

I guess we both valued our time
together a little differently.

Maybe it was because
he was angry I left, I don't know,

but Jonas felt it appropriate that I leave
the marriage with what I came to it with.

I wanted to ask him for the 12 years back,
but I didn't know how.

When was the last time
you spoke to your husband?

A few weeks ago.

He was late with
a separation check.

He'd do that, forget.

Sometimes I wondered
if it was intentional.

Mrs. Hoke, I have to ask you,
where were you on the 14th?

Right, I understand.

As it happens, I was at home.

Any witnesses who can verify that?

Lucas Grodin.

He is a friend.

I don't expect you to understand.

I'm not judging you, Mrs. Hoke.

I'm just trying to
take your statement.

So your tech's sure

whoever it was who wiped Hoke's files from
the hard drive, they didn't make a copy?

That's right. Apparently,
it was erased, but not duplicated.

My bosses will be happy to hear that.

You know, you guys...

you ought to remind your bosses that
a man was murdered over this, you know?

I didn't mean it
the way it sounded.

Look...

what exactly did Hoke do
for the Lorman group?

The company had a contract with the defense
department for a new computer system,

one that could better interpret
global satellite imaging.

So so new that someone
would kill over it?

It's pretty sensitive stuff,
but a motive for murder?

I don't know.

Hey.

So Hoke was working
on a DOD contract

for a computer program
that interprets satellite images.

Remote sensing.

It's a process that scans electromagnetic
signatures from the earth's surface.

It was used to detect prehistoric
Incan paths to sacred burial sites.

Hoke was probably developing it
to read roadside bombs or ruts from tanks.

Why didn't you tell me you found this?

Because that data wasn't the focus
of the hard drive wipe.

All right. What was?

Say I want to hide
what I've written.

Have I hidden it?

Exactly. The impression runs deeper
than the one sheet I've written it on.

Now, if I really wanted
to conceal it, I would do this.

Hoke's remote sensing work was erased
with the equivalent of a magic marker,

but this section here was
scribbled out with a data scrubber,

the equivalent of a pencil.

On the surface, it renders
the computer code meaningless,

but here there are magnetic
shadows underneath,

pieces of data left behind
that I was able to find.

All right, tell me.

Numbers.

Specifically, like, baseball statistics.

Baseball statistics?

Batting averages,
on-base percentages.

I mean, as far as I can tell,

Hoke was developing a pretty sophisticated
application of sabermetrics,

which places numerical values
on specific skills,

like home runs, hits, walks.

A lot of teams use sabermetrics to identify
the best way to allocate their resources.

Yeah. What was that book about the...

- It was the Oakland A's GM.
- Money ball.

- Yeah, money ball.
- Right.

Only Hoke was taking
his formulas to a whole new level,

attempting to predict player performance
based on statistical curves.

All right, so...
why erase baseball stats?

And why kill over it?

I have no idea.

But I might be able to use a predictive
equation to rebuild the missing data,

like detecting the original lines here,

and guessing at what letters
they could make.

Right. Well, I mean, we got to know
what they were trying to hide.

Obviously, it was quite
a shock to hear about Jonas.

To see him like that.

I'm sure.
I'm sorry for your loss.

Yeah. We'd worked together
for quite a while.

Well, I'm gonna need to get a consultant
in to access Dr. Hoke's computer.

Well, I don't see a problem.

So this is Dr. Hoke's office.

This is Scott Reynolds.
He's Dr. Hoke's research assistant.

Has anything else been
touched in this office?

Uh, no. Uh, agent Reacher told us
to leave everything in place.

What are you doing
on this computer?

Just checking e-mails,
general housekeeping.

Well, I'd appreciate it if you did that
someplace else for the time being.

Okay.

You worked with Dr. Hoke
on a daily basis?

Yeah.

You remember what you
were doing on the 14th?

Uh, it was a Tuesday?

Um, he came in that Monday,

and then I didn't hear from him again till
Mr. Oliver called me and told me what happened.

Well, he was missing for two days.
Wasn't that a little unusual?

No, he would stay home from the office
three, four days at a time.

Scott's right.
Jonas could get lost in his work.

Was Dr. Hoke a fan of baseball,
by any chance?

- Baseball?
- Yeah.

Oh, I'm not sure.

Uh, he never went to any games or
anything, if that's what you mean.

Why do you ask?

It's just a little survey I'm doing.

You gentlemen are gonna
have to leave this office.

Well, apparently, Hoke
wasn't that into baseball.

I mean, there's no autographed balls,
no sports memorabilia whatsoever.

So whatever his interest,
as far as I could tell, it wasn't personal.

Maybe he was interested
in sabermetrics as a hobby?

Well, it doesn't seem like that
should get you stabbed to death.

How are you doing
on recreating his data?

I've been running the corrupted files
through a series of algorithms on my computer.

All right, well, as soon
as you find anything,

let me know, because I want to get you out
here and look at his computer, all right?

All right, well, I'm actually
on my way to give a lecture right now,

but sure, afterwards,
any way I can help.

All right, good, thanks, Charlie.

Now, did I just hear you
say the word "sabermetrics"?

Familiar with it?

The "money ball" craze?
Oh, yes, I'm familiar with it.

I take it you don't approve.

Well, the notion that human
achievement on a baseball diamond

can be predicted through
the application of statistical analysis

is, at it's very core,
highly problematic.

Even if the skill can be
statistically measured?

Yes, because, Charles,
the human spirit is immeasurable.

You know, our brains aren't
just these machines.

There's a lot of either/or going on here.

Yes, statistical probability
is a wonderful tool,

but applied to human performance,
it's only an extrapolation of the past.

Still there are a number of baseball teams
that use sabermetrics to determine who to pay.

As a Dodger fan, I'm all too
painfully aware of that fact,

but I'm also aware that
in a statistical model,

the Red sox never beat the Yankees.

Ah, there are exceptions to every rule.

Yes, and aren't they glorious?

Now, why is Don even asking you
about statistical baseball analysis?

A researcher was found murdered.

Wait, are we talking about Jonas Hoke?

You knew him?

He, yeah.

We were doctoral students together.
Well, not together, but at the same time.

He just... I don't know.

There's that old saying.

"Applied physicists are from Venus,
theoretical physicists..."

"wonder why it rotates
in the opposite direction."

There you go.

No, our department was
informed of his passing

and the planned memorial service.

- I'm sorry.
- Well,

the book doesn't
always work, Charles,

and numbers can't always
account for the way life turns out.

Well, I mean, just ask Jonas Hoke.

What do you say, David?

Hey. Anything at the Lorman group?

Well, Hoke didn't show up for work
for two days, and he wasn't missed.

That's either very sad,
or that's a really good job.

Yeah? Seemed odd to me.

Well, guess who had a $2 million
insurance policy.

What? The good Dr. Hoke?

And guess who
the beneficiary is?

- Not the wife.
- Yep.

Turns out the divorce
was nastier than we thought.

Major issue being
Hoke's potential earnings.

Apparently, he didn't
want to give her any.

So she takes him out and
gets the money she's entitled to?

Then she's free and single again.

He's her alibi
the night of the murder.

Arrested in '84.

Assault and battery.

I guess she figured Hoke
was worth more dead than alive.

I was twenty years old.
I got in a fight with a guy at a bar.

Two years probation, believe me,
I learned my lesson.

Which was what?

Don't leave any witnesses
behind the next time?

You have some imagination.

We do.

How about you imagining this?

Gail Hoke's in the middle
of a bad divorce, right?

I mean, it really isn't going well.

On the other hand, a dead husband
pays out on a $2 million insurance policy.

Wonder how many of these
you'd have to work to make up that.

And killing Jonas helps me how?

Because maybe Gail will give me
some of her insurance settlement?

Well, with him out of the way,
she's free to marry again.

Gail and I like each other.
Maybe it's even more than that,

but neither one of us
has ever talked about marriage.

All right.

We'll be in touch.

Gail Hoke wasn't
over her ex-husband.

I got that much from both of them.

Well, doesn't mean
she didn't kill him.

Yeah, but I got the feeling she wasn't
willing to admit the marriage was over.

She was thinking
about going back to him.

How'd you get that?

Kind of reminded me of my sister
Linda when she got divorced.

Moved out, got her own place,
sat around waiting for her ex to call

instead of getting out
and getting on with her life.

Did he call?

Yeah, and she went back to him.

I always thought she
could've done better, you know,

just given herself a chance.
Thanks.

Yeah?

Yeah. Knucklehead, you know.

Hello. I'm sorry.
I have pretty specific instructions.

No one's supposed
to use this computer.

Oh, I'm sorry.
You must be Scott. / Yeah.

I'm professor Charlie Eppes.

Oh, I'm the, um, yeah,

- I'm the FBI consultant.
- Oh, all right.

Yeah, Mr. Oliver said
you were coming.

I was told that, uh,

none of Dr. Hoke's work was
to be touched before I got here.

No, all that stuff's mine.

- Oh, you're leaving.
- Yeah.

Well, they probably would have
offered me another position here,

but Dr. Hoke was kind of,
kind of a mentor to me,

and you work that closely
with someone, it's hard.

I can imagine. I work pretty
closely with someone myself.

He always wanted me
to go back to school,

finish my dissertation, so...

- thinking now I will...
- That's great.

- What's your field?
- Econometrics,

specializing
in economic statistics.

Yeah, that's exactly what my dad said

when I told him I was gonna
borrow 30 grand a year to pay for it.

He's like, "you don't make money
by studying it."

Mathematics can be much more
lucrative than most fathers think.

Yeah, but I want to
do something with it.

You know, make
a difference in the world.

That's really admirable.

Well, because people, they assume that
the economy's this adversarial relationship,

where one person's gain, by definition,
has to be another person's loss.

But it doesn't have to be that way.

There can be gains for everyone.

- I'm sure you're right.
- No, I know I am.

It's all there in the numbers,
if anyone would just bother to look.

Ah, I think I know just how you feel.

Well, if you need me for anything,
just let me know.

Hey, Scott.

Is there any reason that Dr. Hoke
would've been working on, like...

baseball formulas?

Yeah, you know, the other FBI agent
asked me that same thing about baseball.

I told him Dr. Hoke never
mentioned it.

Yeah. Any backup files, any other
workstation that Dr. Hoke might have used?

No. That man was particular
about where he worked.

It was either this computer or
the one at home.

And you weren't aware of any
of his work on sabermetrics?

But then again, I'm not
much of a baseball fan.

Larry.

Charlie.

What are you doing here?

Well, you mentioned a memorial,
and I knew you'd be here.

Oh, yeah.

It's a rather disheartening
turnout, isn't it?

Are we early?

No, I don't think so.

It's physics.

It's such a demanding field.

Leaves little time or
energy for a social life.

Einstein said that one has either
time for science or family...

but not both.

Well, now, that's spoken like a man
who can appreciate our predicament.

I wonder though...

is our work the actual cause,
or is it an excuse?

That's a fair hypothesis, isn't it?

I suppose the real trick is in finding
the solution while it still matters.

What do these formulas tell you?

The ones I've recovered
indicate that the Dodgers

are not on the right track
to win the pennant next year.

Like you needed math
to figure that one out, huh?

No.

I heard that, uh, Don
was leaning towards the wife.

That's right.

Seems to be the first place
they look nowadays.

I don't understand. I mean, if you hate
the person you're married to that much,

get divorced.

Even the thought of divorce
holds its own special horrors,

let me tell you.

Well, you and mom
never thought about...

I mean, I was never
witness to any kind of...

That's exactly the way we wanted it.

Well, it was a long time ago, we, um...

we had a little rough patch
there for a moment,

but we got through it.

How rough a patch are
we talking about?

It was when you were 13 years old,
and you went off to Princeton.

Mom came with me.

The separation was
pretty hard on both of us.

And aside from the money matters,
there was this irrational jealousy.

Anyway, even the possibility
of divorce was never discussed,

because we loved each other too much.

I don't remember any of it.

I don't even remember a raised voice
between the two of you.

That's because your mother
and I both agreed

that we wouldn't stress you or Don
any more than we had to.

Charlie, that's how parents argue
in front of their children.

They disguise the big things
as little things.

Big things disguised as little things.

In World war II, U.S. submarines
were equipped with bathythermographs,

which helped them find warm
pockets of water beneath colder ones,

because warm water
bent the sound waves away.

If the submarine hid in the right place,
the enemy's sonar was useless.

Hoke did the same thing
with his own data.

He hid it in warm water.

He disguised his work
as baseball statistics,

thereby hiding its real meaning.

How'd you figure it out?

The magnetic shadows that were
left on the hard drive after the wipe.

I ran the extrapolated data
through a series of simple algorithms.

The end result was that
the baseball statistics fell away,

leaving the pertinent numbers.

I then did a simple
brute force analysis.

Brute force? / I just went on the internet
and googled the set of numbers.

I sifted through the hits one by one,
to find the matching data tables.

Hoke pulled his data off of U.S. census
bureau reports over the last ten years.

Other tables were federal budgets,
grade point averages, SAT scores.

Grade point averages? / Hoke's work
had nothing to do with baseball at all.

He was attempting to apply the concept
of sabermetrics to average communities,

- not athletes.
- You're talking about real people?

Actuaries do it all the time.

Uh, taking into account income levels,
access to health insurance.

Only Hoke wasn't measuring
life expectancy.

He was measuring human potential.

What do you mean?
Like predicting success?

Almost from birth.

That's not possible.

Baseball teams use sabermetrics
to determine which players to pay.

He was using sabermetrics to determine
what people were worth investing in.

So no one gets left behind,
they just never get started to begin with.

It applies to schools.
It applies to hospitals, to libraries.

I mean, companies fire employees who smoke because
of future statistical probabilities of cancer.

Uh, they use DNA to deny
employees access to healthcare.

I mean, why not a mathematical analysis
to do the exact same thing?

And you're saying he was
actually close?

Well, from what I can tell,
he hadn't finished his main equation,

though once he was through, theoretically,

he'd be able to predict human performance
based on geographic and

environmental factors,
down to a city block.

So basically, you are where you live?

A mathematical determination
of who will or won't be a winner.

I've never seen any
of this stuff before.

Well, it's an incredible
amount of data.

So you're saying Dr. Hoke
never asked for your help?

With this? Absolutely not.

I mean, you know how it is.
He works alone.

I'd get glimpses, but it's
not like he includes me or anything.

Yeah, but what about research, Scott?
I mean, you never prepared charts,

or downloaded statistics?
That seem a little weird,

considering what you thought
he might be working on?

Um, there's some market research
studies that he asked me to get.

- Yeah?
- But I don't know.

Market research?

Yeah, stuff the Lorman group
was compiling.

What kind of stuff?

Household incomes, housing costs,
buying tendencies.

This was all stuff the Lorman
group was working on?

Yeah. Um, Dr. Hoke
would make the request,

and then Mr. Oliver would
have me e-mail it to his home.

And when was this?

Up until a few weeks ago.

What happened a few weeks ago?

For the last request,

Mr. Oliver called me into his office,

and he said the company
was not going to allow Dr. Hoke

access to the information anymore.

Did he tell you why?

I mean, it's not really my place to ask,

but I just remember Dr. Hoke
was pretty upset about it.

Oh, yeah?

Okay. Thanks for talking to us.

- I'll take that.
- Yeah.

Thanks a lot, Scott.

All right.

Sounds like Hoke was going
behind the company's back,

trying to develop
a new software program.

Either that, or trying to hijack it.

Explains why Oliver shows up
the night the body's found.

Yeah, he's gonna get back
his program, right?

Question is, did they want it
bad enough to kill him for it?

Well, I mean, he was concerned
that someone was gonna steal it, right?

Otherwise, why disguise it
as baseball stats?

Why would he bother to do it
on his own home computer?

Unless he was worried that his house
wasn't as private as he thought it was.

Don, take a look.

Oh, yeah, look at that.

Something was there.

Maybe they didn't have time
to pull the wire.

A dead body decomposing
a few feet away,

maybe they felt the need to rush.

Oh, yeah.

Someone put some kind
of surveillance there.

Hoke had a reason to be paranoid.

See, that must be why the alarm
went off two days late.

So someone came in after he was
murdered to remove the device.

That's what tripped it.

So someone planted a surveillance
device in Dr. Hoke's house.

Well, judging by your tone,
you think that someone is me?

Dr. Hoke was working
on a software program

that would be extremely
valuable to a lot of people.

Yes, well, I gave the FBI full
access to the imaging data.

Well, actually, we found a second
body of work on his home computer,

and it had nothing to do
with your satellite program.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

No?

You sure?

So if our consultant wanted to develop
that data, you wouldn't assert a claim?

Well, the Lorman group has a contract
with every researcher we employ,

so anything that Dr. Hoke worked
on is owned by the company.

Maybe he didn't agree.

Maybe you went
to his house, argued.

The night I met you is the only time
I was ever in Dr. Hoke's house.

There's more than one way
inside of a person's home.

Look, we want that
surveillance, okay?

I want my lawyer.

You sure? Because if someone happened
to leak to the press that your company

is under criminal investigation,
your government contracts?

they might dry up pretty darn fast.
What do you think?

Feds don't like scandals.

You take a moment, think about it.

Jonas had no right doing what he did.

No?

The idea of using
statistical analyses to

predict human performance
originated in this company.

But he didn't see it that way?

He refused to provide
algorithms to us unless

we gave him a percentage
of the license fees

we charge for the
use of our software.

And this time I bet you refused.

I had no intention of being extorted
by Jonas Hoke or anyone else.

So you put the surveillance on him?

I did no such thing.

But after I learned that he died,

I felt that we were within our rights
to retrieve the research.

So, what, you called
your friend, Reacher?

Look, the point of all of this is,

I didn't have to steal anything
from Jonas Hoke.

I already owned it.

All right.

We'll be in touch.

So Oliver told you
what Hoke was working on.

That's why you
wanted his people there.

Oliver said Hoke had a program that
could determine with mathematical certainty

which neighborhoods would benefit from
public spending and which ones wouldn't.

Yeah, and you understand
this is about justifying

taking money from some certain
communities and giving it to others.

In case you hadn't heard,
we're running a $10 trillion deficit.

Yeah, I read the papers.

Why throw money away
on state-of-the-art lab facilities

for kids who have no potential?

That's right.
Why even give them books?

Oliver asked me if such
a program would be

of value to the government.

I believed it would.

So you put the surveillance
in Hoke's house?

No.

You wouldn't tell me
if you did, would you?

I understand you haven't turned
the data you got from Hoke's computer

over to the Lorman group yet.

Yes, that's right, and I don't
have any intention of it.

Oh, you realize, I'll just
have my boss call your boss.

These relationships go way
beyond the two of us, Eppes.

Part of a homicide investigation.

There's no telling when
it might become available,

but you go ahead,
you make your call.

We did not place surveillance
inside Jonas Hoke's house.

So if it wasn't us,
and it wasn't Oliver's people,

who was watching Hoke?

Well, whoever it was, it's clean.

No prints, no identifying signature.

Any idea how they
could have done it?

Well, the alarm company runs
a phone line through the touch pad.

Whatever system was used
to spy on Hoke was

piggybacked onto
the security system.

So it was a listening device?

Some sort of audio
would be my guess,

but it's hard to tell
without the actual device.

Wait a minute.
Hold that screen right there.

Don, take a look at this.

This is the manufacturers' list
for the alarm system, right?

This is the serial number for that unit,
the unit in Hoke's house.

Take a look at who bought it.

Grodin construction.

The boyfriend.

- Take it to four.
- Okay.

You two again.

Yep, with more questions.

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

Why don't you tell us about the bug
you planted in Jonas Hoke's house?

You know, for a while there, I was
thinking Gail was the victim in all this.

I didn't do anything wrong.

No? / Don't tell me this is the part
where you say that she did it all?

Look, neither of us did anything.

Well, we still got a dead body
and an alarm system that was bugged,

an alarm system that you installed.

Gail's lawyer asked me
to help her guy put a wire

or something into Jonas's house,
but that's it.

That's all I did.

Turn around. Let's go.

Last time we spoke,
you weren't exactly forthcoming

about your relationship
with Lucas Grodin.

In what way wasn't she forthcoming?

For starters, how about the fact
you never mentioned

you asked him to wire
your husband's house.

The house was never adjudicated
as separate property,

so therefore whatever monitoring system
Mrs. Hoke may have placed in her own house,

she was absolutely entitled to do so.

I put Jonas through college
and grad school. / Gail...

I waited tables.
I did anything I could,

because I believed
we had a future together.

Do you have any idea what it's like
to have your husband tell you

your contribution to your
marriage isn't of value?

I think we should take a break now.

I'm not finished with
your client, counselor.

You can't prove Gail did anything.

All I need to make out conspiracy
at this point is probable cause.

And your boyfriend's alarm system
gives me exactly that.

It also puts you in possession of
material evidence,

and an obstruction of
justice charge, counselor.

If Jonas were a doctor or a lawyer,
I'd be entitled to half of everything.

But everything he had was inside his head,
so tell me, agent Sinclair,

how do you get half of that?

Which is why you put
surveillance in his house,

to see what was on his computer.

It was the only way Jonas would have
ever given me what I was entitled to.

Right.

But after you had
the information you needed,

why'd you kill him?

I didn't kill him.

I could never do anything like that.

I told you, he was late with a check.

I went there to get it.

That's when I found him dead.

Gail did not kill her husband.

Forgive me if I'm not willing
to take your word for it.

You don't have to.

I have the surveillance, remember?

So is this an audio file?

No, actually, digital video.

So the device was a camera?

Not exactly. It was an antenna.

A Van Eck Phreak.

But at a far more sophisticated level.

Wait, what are you guys talking about?

The wire you found in his house
wasn't for a camera.

It wasn't for a microphone.

It was for a high-gain antenna.

An antenna?

For what? To pick up what?

Well, with any LCD screen,

liquid crystals provide an image
when energy passes through them.

The color they become

depends on the amount of energy
that they're exposed to.

When the energy passes
through these liquid crystals,

it emits a wave of
electromagnetic radiation.

Dutch physicist Van Eck realized
that with an antenna and a decoder,

you could both read
the waves and decode them

into a perfect replica of what someone
would be seeing on their computer screen.

What you're saying is,

that the antenna was able
to read and pick up

whatever was on Hoke's
home computer screen.

- That's right.
- That is amazing.

Hoke had elaborate safeguards
against conventional hacking.

Firewalls, blockers...

still, nothing could stop this.

Isn't that around the time
he was killed?

Yeah.

That's where the files
were being erased.

See the zeroes and ones just
flipping around, back and forth?

So the killer knew Hoke's passwords.

Too bad he didn't leave a fingerprint.

Actually, you know what?
I think he did.

All right, so what are we looking at?

Digital representations
of a pattern of keystrokes.

One taken from
Hoke's computer at home,

one from Hoke's computer at work.

Now, you know that experts
can distinguish one person's typing

- from another by their rhythm.
- Yeah, you mean like Morse code.

Right.

Telegraph operators
used to recognize each other

by the different ways they used to tap
into the exact same codes,

like a concert pianist sitting
down to play a piece of music.

Even though the notes originate
from the sheet music,

the way she plays them
is entirely distinctive.

Now, if another pianist sits down
to play the same piece of music,

the strength of notes,

the flourishes in rhythm would
make the keystrokes totally different.

Now, only by seeing them side-by-side
would you be able to tell they were different.

See...

I'm sitting here,
and I'm looking at these,

and they look identical to me.

That's because they are, Don.

This is from Hoke's computer at home.

The keystrokes you're seeing
are passwords used to tap

into Hoke's sabermetrics files,
made after Hoke was dead.

This is from Hoke's computer
workstation at the Lorman group,

made after Hoke was dead.

So then this is the same person
that erased the files?

Scott Reynolds, you're under arrest
for the murder of Dr. Jonas Hoke.

Get your hands up.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

Bring him down.

All right, sir. Go ahead.

What do you want?

I'm trying to figure out
how you could kill a man,

how you could kill a fellow scientist
to steal his work.

Is that why you think
I killed Dr. Hoke for the money?

You weren't jealous
of his accomplishments.

His accomplishments, is
that what you call them?

I grew up in West Oakland.

Anyone I grew up with
who isn't dead or in prison

is flipping burgers or driving a truck.

And it's not too difficult to guess what
Dr. Hoke's formula would have said about

putting a computer lab in my high school.

That computer lab saved my life,

and next year, it's gonna save
somebody else's.

And killing Dr. Hoke
accomplishes that?

You think it stops there?

In the last century, the Nazis used
the theory of eugenics

to stop the poor from reproducing.

Eventually, they justified
just killing the sick ones.

You can't compare that to this.

Actually, that's a perfect comparison,

because what Jonas was doing
was taking away a person's chance at life.

It's taking away someone's hope.

And I did what I had to do
to stop that before it started.

That makes you a murderer.

Don't you ever wonder
about your own work?

What about my work?

Well, you consult
for the NSA, don't you?

of course you do.

So you're gonna tell me that everything
you do will be used for good all the time?

What's your point?

You're asking me how I'm gonna
live with myself.

Look in the mirror.
Ask yourself the same question.

Let's go.

Jonas Hoke's last hurdle.

Oh, yes, his equation seeking to predict
a person's chance at success.

He never got to finish it.

I thought maybe I'd
give it a shot myself.

Why?

To what end?

This work is just a
self-fulfilling prophecy.

What do you mean?

Well...

Charles, if we use numbers to
choose who among us gets opportunity,

then by definition,
those we haven't chosen don't.

That's not science.
Well, it's not good science.

It's like, every year college football
chooses a national champion,

but they use computers to determine
which two teams play for the title.

And every year, invariably,

some team gets left off
that believes,

well, it could have won the game on the
field if it had just been given the chance.

I've always believed
that it was my duty to...

develop mathematical tools,

and someone else's
to use them wisely.

Could I have been wrong?

The consequence of our
understanding subatomic particles

was a horrible bomb that transformed
the world we live in

and a source of energy, the
basis of life-saving techniques,

and an indispensable scientific tool.

Science...

you know, science,

not this, but real science,
is discovery, Charles.

It's not invention.

The truths are there,

whether we find them or not.

Listen, I'm gonna grab a bite to eat.
You want to come?

Okay.

Thank you.