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DON:
You killed eight people.

You double-crossed
your partners.

You killed them
when things went bad.

You lied to me the
first time we met.

You haven't
stopped since.

That's all going
to end right now.

McGOWAN: Just as we've sworn to
uphold all the laws,

we don't get to choose
which rules we obey.

CHARLIE:
"Crito, we owe a rooster

"to Asclepius.

Please don't forget
to pay the debt."

How does 20 years sound?

Thirty?

Life?

I have the warrant.

Let's do this right.

We don't want her walking.

Don't worry, she's not walking.

DON:
You know, I hear

that sodium thiopental is cold
when it goes in your veins.

You look forward to that.

Wait a minute.

Just let me go.

(explosion)

McGOWAN:
Back in the '70s,

when I started out
in the Bureau,

there weren't a lot

of your kind
of agents around.

You mean black.

I mean leaders.

Post-Vietnam,
law enforcement

wasn't all that popular
a vocation.

I read your file.

I've seen the way you operate.

You're the future of this
department, Agent Sinclair.

I appreciate that.

One day,
when you've had the benefit

of sitting in that chair
as long as I have,

you'll understand

that the department
is a lot bigger

than any case
or individual.

You swore an oath to the FBI...

not Don Eppes.

I'm well aware of
my responsibilities.

Did Professor Eppes

act on his own, or was he
led astray by his brother?

Listen, nobody leads
Charlie Eppes anywhere, okay,

least of all Don.

So they have a bad relationship?

They're brothers, so there's
a little bit of arguing

and a lot of success, but
Charlie is his own man.

And if Don failed to stop him,

then you're saying
it was Professor Eppes' idea

to begin with.

I'm not saying
anything.

(engine roaring)

Again.

Okay, that's it.

(Charlie chuckling)

Yeah!

Hey, well done,
Charles.

Thank you, thank you,

but we wouldn't
have been successful

without your aerodynamics work.

You know, it is very cool
that the Aprilia MotoGP

asked for your help
with this.

It is very cool.

But before you pop
the champagne,

you do realize that this
only improved the air flow

by 1/1000 of a second.

Yeah, but, you know,
in the world

of grand prix motorcycle racing,
that means the difference

between a first
and second place finish.

Or the time it takes
light to travel

from Milwaukee to Chicago
and back

or the ruby-throated hummingbird

to flap its wings once
or even...

I'm sure you could go on
all day.

Team Eppes, time
for a pit stop.

Hello?

Okay.

Yeah, I'll be
right over.

I got to go.

Hey.

Clearance or no clearance,
he still knows how

to make an exit.

DON:
Did you get

a good jury or something?

Better.

What's up?

What do you say
to a weekend

at the St. Regis
New York City,

first class,
all expenses paid?

Yeah, I like it.

Skadden Arps law firm
has been following my work,

and they want
to interview me for a job.

They said I could
bring a friend.

Don, LAPD has eight dead
in a coffee shop, Mid-Wilshire.

What, they're
asking for us?

Yeah, joint
investigation.

It's a mass murder.

Their lab's
already overstretched.

Going to need our help.

Well, let's just, uh...

we'll talk about
it later, okay?

Hey, how you doing?

(siren wailing)

(sighs):
What do you say, Colby?

Looks like Fallujah
in there.

We got eight dead,
five with shots

to the back of the head
execution style.

Any kind of motive?

Boys in blue are
saying robbery.

If this was a robbery,

it's the dumbest crew
I've ever seen.

What kind of robbers
leave $500 behind?

Jerry Lowe.

LAPD, off-duty.

Stops here a couple times
a week on his way home.

- You know him?
- No, but when I

worked Narco
out of Rampart,

he was a
patrol team leader.

That gun's unsnapped.

COLBY:
Must have gone for it

and not been
quick enough.

Ryder, on the other hand,
made a play,

but knives don't
deflect bullets.

What about this guy here?

No money,

no I.D., no idea.

COLBY: Maybe he followed the
cook's lead,

tried to be a hero.

Five people
were brought back here

and executed.

What's with
the gold watch?

Why didn't they grab that?

Rolex.

They didn't go
for the cash or the gold.

All right.

Jon Schmidt, Robbery Homicide.

Don Eppes.
I'm glad

to see you
guys are here.

We could really
use the assist.

Jerry Lowe worked for me

over at Intel Division.

Now, he was a good man.

He did not deserve this.

CHARLIE: I have clearance to be
here.

What the hell's going on?

He's with us.

I'm working for the LAPD.

(murmuring,
garbled radio chatter)

LAPD heard about
my suspension,

and they said all
I needed to do

was pass a
polygraph exam.

What, you don't tell me?

I... I didn't think
they'd need me so soon.

The lab rats say they're gonna
need time that we don't have

to unscramble the mess in there.

All right, well,
let... let's see.

Um, would it
help to know

where everyone was seated?

Because that's a simple
question of aggregation.

- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah.

During lunch at any typical
high school cafeteria,

each student looks for a seat,

but students aren't always free
to sit where they want.

It's dictated
by the first group to enter.

So, let's say the cheerleaders
enter first.

Next come the jocks.

Naturally, the jocks want
to be near the cheerleaders.

The next group to enter
are the mathematicians.

The mathematicians want to be
as far away from the jocks

as possible, so that no one
gets picked on.

And it's the same thing here.

You know, a truck driver
who's used to being alone

is gonna sit at the counter.

An elderly lady is gonna sit

far away from
the jukebox.

A young couple in a booth.

Right, exactly, and
an aggregation model

filters through the
characteristics

of the victims and searches

for their strongest
attributes to determine

their most likely
choice of seat.

DON:
What's up?

Boss wants you to go
interview a Kurt Young.

SCHMIDT: The guy who
runs Zenith Studios?

Yeah, he's got Brangelina
on speed dial.

DAVID: Apparently, it has to do
with this case.

You were supposed to be
there five minutes ago.

(murmuring, bell ringing)

I understand an
LAPD detective,

Jerry Lowe, was
killed this morning.

Yeah, that's interesting,

'cause the names
haven't been released yet.

I don't wait for the news
to get my information.

Oh?

Lowe was blackmailing me
for the last two years.

He worked in Intelligence.

He spied on people
for the LAPD.

- What did he have on you?
- Enough.

Enough to keep me
from going to the FBI.

Nothing illegal...

but considerably
embarrassing.

You think I look into him,
I'm gonna find that file?

I never forget favors.

(chuckles):
I don't need any favors.

Everyone needs
favors, Agent Eppes.

Consider how quickly
your boss sent you here.

DAVID: You still think Lowe is
the flash point.

NIKKI:
And if Young

had reason to want Lowe dead,

maybe he hires someone
to whack him.

You know, Lowe fought back.

Chain reaction
put eight stiffs in the morgue.

Finished a time line
for Jesse Martinez,

taxi driver.

Jerry Lowe
left two kids behind.

The waitress, Renee Collins...

she left four.

Single parent mom.

The cook, Ryder, lived
with his old man.

He's in a wheelchair,
totally dependant

on his son's
steady paycheck.

I know that Lowe was a cop,
but that doesn't make him

any more special
than the rest.

In LAPD... you kill a cop,

that's a priority.

In the FBI,
if you kill eight people,

they're all a priority.

You know, the LAPD
is a fascinating organization.

You know, they invented SWAT.

They invented
community policing,

the D.A.R.E. program.

Not to mention
Joe Friday.

Oh, yeah, he's
from Dragnet, right?

CHARLIE: Yeah, and you know,
his badge number, 714...

it's been retired--
no officer can wear it.

That's odd, that's
the same number

stamped on U.S.-made
Quaalude tablets.

It's not really relevant
how I know that.

(Charlie and Amita chuckling)

What's up?

It's just nice
to see you happy again.

The Eppes spark is back.

I have my very own spark now?

Most definitely.

Actually, it's more like
a rearranging of molecules.

Hey, speaking of
rearranging molecules,

you see where Professor
Eric Kolokoff has designed

a new kind of graphene-based
digital paper?

Yeah, apparently it's flexible,
just like authentic parchment.

Think of the trees
that will save.

(beeping)

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's okay,
it happens.

Professor Eppes, it seems
you have some results.

All right,
I'll go call Don.

Uh, you mean Schmidt.

Right.

ROBIN:
So, Jerry Lowe was blackmailing

the head of Zenith Studios.

That makes Young
suspect number one by default.

Let me ask you
something.

You know anything about LAPD's

Intelligence Division?

It's like their answer
to the CIA.

Became prominent in the '60s,

infiltrating
radical groups.

Some people
would say they

got carried away.

It was a big scandal
a couple years back.

Officers were getting files
on prominent officials,

celebrities.

So what, it's just like
J. Edgar used to do.

The judge is signing
the warrants

for Lowe's bank accounts,
so we should know soon enough

whether Young
is telling the truth.

Okay.

So I guess you
are pretty busy, huh?

Yeah.

You know, I can push
the trip off a week or two.

I'm sure the law firm
wouldn't mind.

Ah, you know something else
is probably gonna pop up.

I need to go check
on those warrants.

CHARLIE:
Using an aggregation model,

we can see where each victim
was located.

Wow.

No offense, Charlie,
but I'm glad the FBI

suspended you.

Except there's only
seven bodies here.

There's supposed
to be eight.

That's because
victim number three,

Benito Alvarez,

didn't fit in anywhere.

NIKKI:
What do you mean

he doesn't fit in?

Think of a high school
cafeteria.

Each student is seated
in their respective seats,

when a new student comes in.

Now, he hasn't established
a circle of friends yet,

so he's not quite sure
where to sit.

Number three was on the move.

Exactly.

Benito Alvarez.

Man of the hour.

Lab found gunshot residue
all over his hand.

How much?

Enough to shoot seven people.

Okay, well, if Alvarez
was the shooter,

then what happened
to his gun?

And who killed him?

Benito Alvarez scrubbed out
of LAPD Academy after ten weeks.

- He failed a drug test?
- Yeah, so he moves

to his next best career choice,
scumbag for rent.

And he's the guy
that Young hires

to 86 Lowe.

So, what, he commits suicide
'cause he's guilty?

And then, what,
his gun just walks out the door?

What year does it say
he washed out?

1992.

The year that Lowe graduated.

They were classmates.

A 16-year vet
and a guy who failed a pee test

drink coffee
and watch the sun rise together?

I mean, that make sense to you?

What if he was snitching
for Lowe?

What time did you say
that 911 call came in?

Um, lady walking by with
her dog heard gunshots.

Dispatch got the
call at 5:30.

All right,
'cause Lowe, our cop--

he made four phone calls
to the exact same number.

First one at 0520,

and the last one at 0528.

Must have done it while Alvarez

wasn't looking.

You unsnap your gun,

expecting to get in a gunfight,

and you don't
call the cops?

(beep and trilling)

You called Lynn Potter,

Marina Del Rey?

(knocking)

Agents Granger and Sinclair.

Have I done something wrong?

Don't know yet.

Well, why don't you come in
and let's find out?

COLBY:
So, you know a police officer

named Jerry Lowe?

LYNN:
Obviously,

you know I do,

but I didn't kill eight people,

if that's what
you're asking.

Lowe called you four times
before he was killed.

I didn't get any messages.

Where were you
5:00 a.m. yesterday morning?

Passed out on the couch.

I fell asleep watching
L.A. Confidential.

Lowe and I met

last year, had a little thing.

COLBY: Well, it must have been
more than just

a little thing
for him to call you

instead of 911.

You're telling me,
four calls,

you didn't hear one of them?

My cell phone was off.

I only turn it on
when I need something.

Here you go.

I had 'em lighten
the action.

Tell me how that feels.

(click)

Yeah.
Yeah?

Yeah, that's good.

Why didn't you tell me you
were looking for another job?

I haven't decided anything.

I'm just exploring
my possibilities.

My father didn't
pay my way

through Harvard
so I could make 70 grand a year.

Yeah. It's a great opportunity.

I just, um...

I'm listening.

I'm just not, you know...

(door opens)

NIKKI:
Preliminary ballistics.

All victims were shot
with 9mm rounds.

Same gun?

We don't know yet,
but ERT found these.

All stamped
law enforcement only.

I thought
Lowe didn't fire his gun.

DON:
He didn't.

Alvarez did.

Well, why is he carrying

law enforcement ammunition
if Alvarez isn't a cop anymore?

You didn't forget to tell us
anything about Alvarez?

Like he's still on LAPD payroll?

I'm sorry, but I couldn't
tell you guys that earlier.

Alvarez worked deep cover for me
over at Intelligence, all right?

Now, after we disbanded, he was
just rolled over into Narcotics.

The chief only just
authorized me

to read you guys in.

At the time
of his death,

Alvarez was still involved

in sensitive operations.

What was he doing
at the coffee shop?

He and Lowe
stayed tight, you know.

I mean, it's not like

they could join
a bowling league together.

DON:
So it was just

- the wrong place, wrong time?
- Exactly.

And I know those guys.

Those guys would have
gone down swinging.

After Lowe was shot,
I'm thinking,

Alvarez must have
broken cover, right,

and fired at their killer.

- You got a suspect?
- Yeah.

Derek Broxton.

Now this guy served seven years

for a bank job.

Lowe put him in there.

Alvarez testified
as a snitch in his trial.

NIKKI: Yeah, released three
months ago.

Skipped bail, believed
to be in Brazil.

Brazil, my ass.

Now, we picked up

his little girlfriend
last night.

And if she's here,
he's here.

All right,
Broxton finds out

that Lowe goes
to the coffee shop regularly.

Maybe he meets
Alvarez there.

And with Broxton's rap sheet,
eight dead is not a stretch.

Yeah, but why didn't...?

You know what?

I'm gonna catch up
with you in a minute, okay?

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

(squeaking)

Nice digs you got here.

Oh, hey.

Yeah, you like this, huh?

- Yeah.
- They hooked me up.

Even has a view.

I see.

Pretty cool.

I don't know.

I never thought
I'd miss this so much.

You know, waking up
in the morning,

and crime
scenes, and...

Uh-oh. You're in trouble, man.

You're addicted.

Yeah.

McGowan's coming after me
pretty hard, huh?

Ah, just tell
the truth.

Well, truth is...

you wouldn't be in this position
if it weren't for me.

Charlie, he's coming
after me for me.

You just got to get
your clearance back,

all right?

I mean, I can take care
of myself.

McGOWAN:
As a former military man,

you must realize the
importance of following rules.

Had a lieutenant used to say,
only one rule mattered.

When in doubt,
empty your magazine.

So you approve
of what Professor Eppes did?

No. Not necessarily.

He broke
with policy.

That's undeniable.

Maybe technically,
but...

sometimes following the rules
will get you killed faster.

I was undercover
for three years.

Hmm.

Ended with a commendation
and your pick of assignment.

Yeah, and almost got myself
turned into fish food

in the process.

Charlie went
outside the box,

and saved my ass.

And how about Agent Eppes?

What, are you kidding?

I mean, if Don hadn't listened
to his gut, I'd be dead.

So Agent Eppes broke
with policy, too.

Let's keep going.

Do we have to?

How'd it go
with McGruff the crime dog?

Uh, felt like
I was six years old again,

talking to my old man.

DAVID:
Yeah, five more minutes,

I would have confessed

to the Kennedy assassination.

- Oh, no.
- I've seen this road before.

Which road is that?

One that says,
"all stalkers this way."

I'm just following a hunch.

I'm getting the feeling
she's holding out on us.

(beeps)

DAVID:
I see what you mean.

I'm starting
to get a hunch myself.

(trilling)

COLBY:
A.K.A. Lindsay Farmer.

Arrested for prostitution.

Brought in
by Officer Jerry Lowe.

Schmidt just called.

Derek Broxton's girlfriend
just gave up his loc.

(sighs)

SCHMIDT:
LAPD in place

on the front side.

FBI?

(hushed):
We're clear on the back side.

Flash bangs being thrown

in three, two, one.

(explosions)

(indistinct shouting)

(grunts)

Don't move.

(panting)

(grunts)

(yells)

(engine revving)

(panting)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(sighs and sniffles)

(grunts)

Hands in the air!

Easy.

(gunshots)

(grunts)

(panting)

Why did you shoot?

You know something?

Thank you might be nice,

considering I just
saved your life.

He was surrendering.

He was reaching for his gun.

Well, congratulations,
Hoover boy.

Looks like you just caught
yourself

the coffee shop killer,huh?

I just got a call from a friend
at LAPD Personnel Bureau.

Said you got a-a warrant
to pull Schmidt's PPI file?

I want to see how many
shootings he's been in.

Is that okay by you, Agent?

Schmidt saved your life.

Were you there?

DON:
Whoa, ho, ho.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Well, it doesn't sound like
nothing.

NIKKI: SID found

Alvarez' gun
in Broxton's house

along with a Glock 9mm.

Now, between the two,

we have ballistic matches
for all eight victims in

the coffee shop.

- Sorry to disappoint you.
- DON: Hey.

- Wait a minute. Come here.
- What are you doing? Hey...

That guy's got four years
working for me.

You've got four weeks.
What's your story?

Are we trying to close a
mass murder investigation,

or dime out a hero cop?

Lowe and Alvarez
both had $150,000

in unreported cash
between them.

They both worked for Schmidt,
they're both dead.

This is the FBI.

We police the police,
you understand?

I only got involved with the FBI
to work with my brother.

I should be back at Cal Sci,
I should.

And you know what I am?

I'm a crime junkie.

I should be worrying
about prime numbers

in the Goldbach
conjecture, rather than

the rising number of
187s in-in South Central.

Exactly.

Or, uh, or, you know,
the-the pattern trends

in the Hadamard matrix,

rather than the pattern
trends of 211s in West LA.

Amen.

I took
the Euler-Mascheroni constant

to 1,400,064 digits,

but who knows if that's really
a rational number?

And-And what is a 211?

Maybe it's time to call it a day

and put everything back
into the big question.

There's no
shame in that.

No, I can do more
good for the world

with one important theorem
than I can with

all these
cases combined.

Just last year,
graph theory led

to an increase in the number
of kidney transplants.

Exactly, and who knows

how many thousands
of lives that'll save?

You're scared,
aren't you?

Terrified. I'm...

a consultant who's found
a passion in police work.

That's Don's job,
it's his life.

It's his pension,
it's his health insurance,

and all that's in jeopardy now.

I think you and Don
can handle it.

He sacrificed for me
when we were kids.

I'm sure he has no regrets.

I do. I don't want him to have
to go through that again.

Lowe arrested you
for prostitution,

and you became his CI.

I was out there alone.

He protected me.

No one had ever done things
like that for me before.

I should have told
you, it's just...

I thought it was
all behind me.

I'm trying to open
this little boutique,

secondhand clothes.

I don't need anything messing
up my loan application.

That hurt as much as
it looks like it does?

I want the truth.

Lowe got a little obsessed
with me.

Wanted to leave his wife,

but...

But what, that's a line
you weren't willing to cross?

Life's a balancing act--

you got the good and bad.

Seems one's always pushing
or pulling you to cross it.

(sighs)

When was the last time
you saw Lowe?

Do you ever stop
asking questions?

Looks like Kurt Young
may be telling the truth

about Lowe blackmailing him.

These are cash deposits?

All under what the IRS requires

the bank to declare.

And Benito Alvarez
has matching amounts,

although he's a bit smarter

and he spread them out
over several accounts.

I don't care how much
money Kurt Young has,

blackmail still
gives him motive.

Maybe he just didn't want
that file to get out.

You going to New York?

Yeah, on the red-eye
tomorrow night.

I mean, i-if I didn't have this
thing with McGowan, I just...

Look, you already said
you can't go. Right?

So, let's just move on.

DON:
You know Benito Alvarez?

Lowe's partner.

Aw, come on, man.

The guy had $80,000 of your
money in his bank account.

Confirming what
I've already told you.

And-And why, again, is it that
you didn't come to us before?

And indict two
LAPD cops?

Great way to keep
my secret a secret.

And I take it you haven't
found my file yet.

No, Mr. Young, I don't
give a damn about your file.

(tires screech)
Then what are you doing here?

I got eight

dead people, two of whom
you had a problem with.

If I had killed them,
I'd have my file back.

And I never
would've called you.

Mr. Young.

(engine starting)

LAPD digital records--

every radio call, MDT
transmission, e-mail or report

Lowe or Alvarez ever
put their name on.

How'd you get
them so quickly?

I used to date a guy.

Turns out, now he dates a guy.

(chuckles)

Look, anyway, I'm not saying

that I was wrong
and you were right.

All right? But...

if Lowe and Alvarez
were dirty...

A lot of tapes,

a lot of hours.

I hear there's a guy
over at LAPD

now who comes up
with magic shortcuts.

*

This the way all your
interrogations wind up?

No, this is
definitely a first.

Why'd you do it?

I mean,
become an FBI agent.

Gary Cooper.

Didn't he die
before we were born?

I broke my leg when
I was ten years old,

I spent the whole
summer in bed.

So my uncle gave us his VCR.

My dad, the only movie
he bought was High Noon.

So I just watched that
over and over again.

(giggles)

I still can't figure out why
Lowe called you four times.

Did you get me into bed
to make love or question me?

Marshal Kane gave
back his badge,

but he was never off duty.

This is nice, you know.

A little tranquility
in the eye of the storm.

So, how's life
treating you, Donnie?

You know Robin might be moving
to New York?

- New York?
- She's got some

great opportunity
with this big law firm.

How do you
feel about that?

I don't want her to go.

Have you told her?

Not exactly.
(laughs)

Things never change with you,
do they?

You and your women.

Anyway, it
doesn't matter.

I suppose.

COLBY:
David.

Hey, I was thinking about
sending out a search party

for you.

Yeah, I stopped by
Lynn Potter's house.

What did she have to say?

(sighs)

Please tell me you did not sleep
with a material witness

in a murder investigation.

I screwed up.

No, no, screwing up is leaving
your gun in the bathroom.

This is messed up.

David, it was
a one-time thing, man.

I mean, it was just
bad judgment.

That's terrible judgment.

(sighs)

Look, I don't think
she's a part of it.

This is coming from the guy
who just got naked with her.

Listen to me, man,
you stay away from her.

If you can't manage to do that,

then you make damn sure
that she stays away from you.

So, my program
analyzed those DVDs.

I got my results using
a hidden Markov model.

From machine learning.

You know
what he's talking about?

Aw, you learn
quick around here.

Um... okay,

so, picture a...
a 3-D stereogram.

A field filled
with rows of cabbage.

You don't really see
anything special,

but when you continue
to look at it

and let your eye focus
on a distant point,

you see another picture
hidden within it.

All right, now, similarly,

the information
you've presented here

appears to be an average
distribution of police work.

Until, like the stereogram,
you stare at it,

you look at the data
over and over and over again,

and... a hidden pattern emerges.

This is the sector
that Lowe was patrolling

since he left the
Intelligence Division.

On any shift, there are between
five and eight cars patrolling.

Lowe was Adam-14.
Now, he's supposed

to stay in that sector,
unless a call comes in

where he needs to be readjusted
to back up another unit.

Everything appears to be
fairly random,

until one call comes up.

It's Bel-Air.

Same address
comes up every week.

And Lowe responds
every time. You know,

it's not his sector, but
he's always the closest car.

Because he knows a call
is coming in.

It's Kurt Young's house.

DAVID:
Once a week,

Young dials 911.

Dispatch sends Lowe's car
to respond because it's nearest.

NIKKI: Then Lowe goes inside
Young's house,

picks up the cash.

No witnesses, nice and clean.

After every call, Lowe goes
code seven--

that's a lunch break-- with a
detective unit from

Robbery/Homicide Division.

Schmidt.
His old boss from Intel.

All right, Schmidt's too smart
to show up at Young's house.

Lowe's his bagman.

DON:
Two weeks ago,

look who shows up three
times in two days.

(sighs) Yeah, maybe Schmidt got
tired of splitting

the money with
Lowe and Alvarez.

Schmidt cuts a side deal
with Young.

Lump of cash for the file.

It's a buyout.

Yeah, but Schmidt
doesn't have the file.

Lowe does.

Schmidt confronts Lowe
and Alvarez at the coffee shop,

but they won't give it up.

Schmidt has to kill

Lowe, Alvarez and the cook.

Then he has to make sure
there are no witnesses.

So he takes Alvarez's gun

and shoots
the remaining five customers.

(gunshots)

That's a great theory.

How the hell do we prove that?

(projector humming)

Those are weekly calls

to 911-- burglary, vandalism,
trespassing.

All with your voice.

I pay a lot of taxes.

Part of my right is to have
the police respond promptly.

Lowe shows up at your house
every week, and he's dead.

I did not hide the fact that he
was blackmailing me.

And Schmidt shows up
two weeks ago instead.

All right,
I'm calling your supervisor.

I already did.

You know what?
He called the US Attorney.

So, I think you might be
out of friends.

Schmidt said he was going
to get my file.

I didn't ask how.

Whatever he did,

it's not my
responsibility.

You're going to help me.

(laughs):
Oh,

and what, testify against a cop
who just killed eight people?

He sees me show up in
the same room

as you, I'm going
to be number nine.

And if you had a real case
against Schmidt,

you wouldn't even need me.

Roll scene seven.
(intercom beeps)

MAN (over intercom):
Right away, Mr. Young.

Hey, do you mind?

DON:
You killed eight people.

SCHMIDT: And just who's your
source-- Kurt Young?

Hmm? The man makes movies
for a living.

He's got to have a vivid
imagination.

Well...

you would know, I mean, you're
the one who's blackmailing him.

Yeah, good luck getting Young

to the witness stand.

He's probably going to have to
cancel his waxing appointment.

(chuckles)
What...?

You went to get the file from
Lowe and-and

- he didn't have it?
- What file?

(laughs)

I'm not in handcuffs.
I don't see

my union rep, so...

I'm thinking you've got
absolutely nothing on me...

Don.

Come on, Eppes,

you know I've been playing
this game as long as you have.

- Yeah?
- Mmm.

How's 20 years sound?

Thirty?

Life?

You know something-- I came
in here under my own power...

and I'm leaving the same way.

You know, I hear that sodium
thiopental is cold

when it goes in your veins.

You look forward
to that.

(sighs)

Eh, Schmidt doesn't
have the file.

Without the file,
he gets no money.

Lowe panicked.

Why?

He made four phone calls.

He was trying to get the file.

And the person holding it
for him didn't answer.

(sighs)

I'll get the warrant
for Lynn Potter.

You don't move until I get back.

(sighs)

You know, Charlie, I haven't
seen you this concerned

since you were being considered
for a Fields.

AMITA: You know,
he's right, Charlie.

The charges were dropped,
and you helped a friend out.

You should feel confident and
proud.

What if

getting my clearance back

means betraying

my brother?

It's a bit like Socrates,
isn't it?

Sentenced to die but with
the opportunity to live--

if he renounced

everything
he believed in.

Professor Eppes,
my first question

involves case #9767--

subject by the name
of Crystal Hoyle.

Crystal Hoyle
who kidnapped Agent Reeves?

I understand

Agent Ian Edgerton
beat a suspect

and your brother allowed it.

I don't know anything
about that.

I know

Megan's life was at stake.

So you're an ends

justify the means
kind of guy?

I'm simply saying

that I've learned from watching
the men and women at the FBI,

that risking your own life

invariably saves others.

Even if, on occasion, that means
breaking the rules.

Mmm, like your brother did

when he let Clay Porter,
a deadly felon, walk away.

Agent McGowan,
I thought this was about me--

getting my security

- clearance back?
- You don't think

I felt like beating
my share of crooks?

Hmm?

Guys who run kiddie
porn rings,

turn 13 year olds
out on the street.

But I didn't--

because there are rules
we must adhere to.

Rules prevent misuse of power.

Just as we've sworn
to uphold all the laws...

we don't get to choose
which rules we obey.

"Crito, we owe a rooster
to Asclepius.

Please don't forget
to pay the debt."

Excuse me?

I'm not going to throw
my brother under a bus.

He threw himself under the bus.

We both know
your brother's

been getting more
and more reckless.

One of these screw-ups...

he won't be able to cover.

Help him.

I'll be at home waiting
for your decision.

And I will respect your decision
either way.

*

I'm glad you called.

I wasn't sure I'd get
to see you tonight.

Nice to see you, too.

You lied to me the
first time we met,

you haven't stopped since.

That's all gonna
end right now.

You're an accessory
to murder.

I'm not a criminal.

Why don't you stop
talking like a cop

and start acting
like a human being?

You are a son of a bitch.

Listen to me.

This guy's killed
eight people.

We connected the dots,
so trust me,

so has he.
Leave me alone.

(phone rings)

(clears throat)
Not now, David.

I have the warrant,
let's do this right.

We don't want her walking.

Don't worry, she's not walking.

(keyless entry chirps)

You've jeopardized
this investigation.

Yeah, gotta go.

Lynn...

Lynn, wait a minute.

I was holding onto the file
as a favor.

I may have broke it off
with Lowe,

but I still cared about him.

You want it? Fine.

Take the damn thing.

Just let me go.

(car alarm blaring)

(grunts)

You paid Lowe and
Alvarez over $150,000.

I have never denied that.

From a bank account in
France, via New Zealand...

where there's a holding company
that wrote checks for a movie

called City
of Twilight,

that's being released
by your studio.

What I do with my money
is my business.

What you do

with stockholders' money,
that's our business.

(tapping glass)

Especially fraud.

Thanks, Col.

(chuckles)

Oh, very photogenic.

I got it.

No, I want to do this.

Put your hands
behind your back

and interlock
your fingers.

(handcuffs click)

(laughs)

Hey.

So you're going, huh?

Look...

I want you to have
every opportunity

that-that you deserve.

I-I... I do.

I just would like you

to have them here.

With me.

(chuckling sigh)

*

Exactly how many
frequent flier miles

were you going to
make me rack up

before you said
something?

If someone asked you
if it was worth it...

Eventually, someone will.

Which is why
you have to go.

I meant getting
the file back.

That's what I do.

I'll never tell anyone,
you have to realize that.

Yeah, but I'll know.

I'm always going to know.

We never had a
chance, did we?

You're right.

Besides, Gary Cooper got Grace
Kelly, not the hooker.

*

So?

What happened?

Oh.

Just exactly
what I was afraid of.

In order to get
my clearance back,

he wanted me to give up Don.

And what did you say?

I can always get another job--

I only have one brother.

(knocking on door)

Agent Eppes.

Have a seat.

Is that thing on?

(clicks)

Is now.

* And there's no way
around it... *

Charlie Eppes is a vital part

of the FBI.

And as Supervisor

of the Los Angeles
Violent Crime Squad,

it is my belief that I cannot
perform my duties without him.

You realize what you're saying.

Yeah.
Charlie's back, or I'm gone.

(recorder clicks)

You and your brother have the
same way of looking at things.

You know that?

I haven't heard that, but, uh...

I'll take it.

*