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*

(computer chirps)

I've been staring at this stuff
for so long,

it's starting
to make sense to me.

And our algorithm
is closing in on the location.

Hey. Were you guys going to
invite me to this party?

Oh, Charlie, this party
got started a while ago.

While you were off
on your sojourn

in the wilds of
moral ambiguity.

CHARLIE: Brute force data
crunching.

What's being crunched?

A crew hitting
Union Parcel trucks.

Guys have a taste
for high-end electronics.

They've hit 23 trucks
in five months.

NIKKI:
Due to hit again,

and the M.O. says
today's the day.

Don and David are out

on surveillance waiting for us
to zero in on the location.

Error correcting code.
That's an interesting choice.

Is that what
you guys are using?

Yeah. Have been for weeks.

Why? Do you have
a better idea?

No. Just different.

(trilling and beeps)

(beeps)

We've got five minutes.

Get in, get out.

All right. Got it.

And we're gonna need an address.

LIZ:
Hey. I just got a call.

Backup alarm at the
Union Parcel warehouse.

Brain trust
has it covered.

Uh, nice map.

Wrong location.

Warehouse is
downtown on Grand.

LARRY:
Grand. That facility

was on our list,
but deprioritized.

NIKKI:
Top of the list now, and Don,

we got 'em.

(trilling)

How we doing, boys?

Last load going on.

Whoa, we got company.
Lock it up.

Lock it up!

Get the hell out of there! Move!

Move! Move!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

(alarm chirping)

(tires screeching)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Federal agents!
Get your hands up!

Gun!

He's armed!

(gunfire)

POLICE DISPATCH: Shots fired!
Shots fired! Units respond!

(indistinct radio transmission)

Check this out.

Two guys died
for a truckload

of empty boxes.

(loud slamming)

(engine roaring)

Take your positions!

(gunfire)

(grunts)
Fire!

(automatic gunfire)

OFFICER:
Get down!

Man down!
Man down!

Stay down! Stay down!

Let's go!

(tires squealing)

(gasping groan)

DON: Get a medic! Get a medic!

What's up with your transfer?

It's down to Oklahoma
City or Denver.

Won't know
for a while.

Either way, I guess, my
surfing days are over.

- Hey, what have you got?
- Delivery truck

our bad guys used
to get away

found four blocks
from the scene.

No prints.

They had a backup vehicle. Pros.

Except this time our
pros tried to haul away

26 empty boxes.

Tracking numbers
don't trace back

to any senders.
Deliveries were all

headed to dummy addresses.

They got to have someone on the
inside.

Sure.

That's the only way they're
gonna get the info, right?

Somebody tell them which trucks
to hit, which parcels to boost.

Finding the inside man
is gonna be difficult, right?

Union Parcel has thousands
of employees.

Large numbers always comes down
to one guy, right?

OFFICER:
Get a medic! Get a medic!

You okay?

How are we doing
with ID'ing the dead guys?

DAVID:
Nobody local,

but we're casting a wider net.

They killed one of ours, right?
Stay on it.

And, uh, see if you can
find Charlie for me, would you?

DAVID:
Okay.

ALAN:
So, I was on the phone

with your parents
this morning.

Wow. You talk
to them more than I do now.

Yes. They
mentioned that.

They're coming
to L.A. New Year's.

So, I thought maybe
we'd throw them

- a party at our house.
- Oh, no.

Forget the house.
I've got an in

with the maitre d'
at CafГ© Vicenza.

Yeah. I recommended
his son for a JPL

summer internship.

Kid totally deserved it.

DAVID:
Hey, Charlie,

need some help.

Yeah. Told him
you were between classes.

Yeah, well, I'm not. I'm late
for-for a class with Galuski.

I'll see you guys later.

See you, Dad.

Come on in.

If you're looking for
an inside man, it would seem

the heisted trucks are
our common denominator.

I think that we should try
a Geographic Network.

Yeah. It's where
I was going, too.

It's a tool used
to track trends,

like thieves stealing
specific items from trucks.

The items themselves may lead us

to where they're getting
their information.

LARRY:
That's right.

If we find our source, voilГ ,

we find our provocateur.

It's like a garden.

If we know one type of insect--
say, a butterfly--

is attracted to one type
of flower-- say a rose,

then we can ignore
all the other flowers

until we find
what we're looking for.

Unless, um... well,
unless we don't find

what we're looking for.

I mean, I'm not trying
to horn in here, um,

but a geographic network

might also lead us to
a false conclusion.

Maybe the flower
isn't the attraction.

Maybe it's the nectar.

And the sweetest nectar exists
in another area of the garden.

So, I think we should use
a supply chain analysis.

You know, that'll help us focus
on the larger data set.

The entire garden.

And it might lead us
to the real thief.

This is one time the haystacks

are gonna tell us
more than the needles.

We got thousands of trucks,
millions of parcels.

That is one
large haystack, Charles.

The volume of data
could bog us down.

Yeah, maybe, but maybe not.

So, um, go with me on this one.

Right. Go with haystack?

Immigration ID'd
our two dead perps.

All right, so
what we got here?

Michael Maloumian
and Armin Talajian?

Tourist visas expired
six months ago.

I think they did
most of their touring

on the Glendale Freeway.

They're part of a crew.

Boss's name is Lee Hagopian.
Solid rГ©sumГ©.

Robbery,
hijacking.

Based out of a strip club
in Atwater.

Oh, yeah? Let me guess.

David's got the car
all gassed up and ready to go.

Ah, he went to find Charlie.
So, what about you?

Ah, come on. You're not gonna
let a lady walk in there alone.

*

Looks like the spaceship
landed from Planet Dr. Phil.

Auditions were this morning.

You want to go undercover?

I'll let you pick
out your own pole.

I'm sure you got enough
of that yourself in Chino.

Friends of yours?

I've seen them around. Why?

They boosted a Union
Parcel truck this morning,

killed a federal agent.

News to me.

I've been here
since 7:00.

Opened up my place.

I got a roomful of witnesses.

Yeah, I'm sure
they were watching you.

Look, I'm a businessman.

I pull down
seven figures here.

I got no interest

in knocking over trucks.

You have
any more questions,

talk to my lawyer.

Maybe I see you around,

and we'll see
who the real bitch is.

I've busted gang bangers
in Compton

with little sisters that are
ten times badder than you.

You will see me around.

*

Hey.

- Hey.
- What do you got?

Our common denominator. This is
the link to the inside man.

Pears?

Bartlett pears. You know,
Aunt Doris sends these

every year-- yours is
probably sitting in front

of your apartment door
right now.

Oh, joy.

So, it all starts here

with the barcode smart label.

Everything you need to know
about this package is encoded

within this label--
its weight,

insured value, where it's coming
from, where it's going.

Sorting centers-- they use
computers to scan barcodes

to decide
where packages are gonna go.

Problem is,
if this barcode is ripped

or wrinkled,
or messed up in any way,

computers can't process it.

Humans have to,
and that package

is designated as an exception.

Yeah? And so?

So, I found a package designated
as an exception

on every single truck
that was robbed.

Now, hundreds
of these pop up

every day, but
the odds of one

being on every single truck
that was heisted--

that being a coincidence...

Are about the same odds as me
getting a date with Heidi Klum.

She won a Peabody Award.
She's great.

Well, hold on. I mean,
how exactly does this help us?

Well, there's one main
sorting facility

for packages moving
through California.

It's in Irvine, right?

And there's
only one office

that handles exceptions.

So, whoever's leaking
information

on the trucks to the bad guys,

sounds like it's coming
from there.

(overlapping chatter,
machines clacking)

NIKKI:
Hell of an operation.

Well, we have facilities
all over the country--

worldwide-- but this
is our West Coast central hub.

I wish my morning commute
went that smooth.

11,000 conveyor belts.

81 miles of track.

Our computers sort through
three million parcels daily.

Except for the exceptions.

This...

is where all
that gets fixed.

Using data
recovery software,

we sort out the problems
and issue a new smart label,

sending the parcel
on its way.

And putting it back on a truck.

Looks like your techs
have access

to information as to what else

is on the trucks
they're loading.

If this is about
the truck heists,

you're barking
up the wrong tree.

People you see here...

this is their first day
on the job since July.

I don't follow.

I brought them in to fill in

for my regular guy.

He's out sick.

You normally have one guy
do all this?

Emerson Laidlaw.

We call him the Scan Man.

He can look
at a barcode

that's messed up and--
like magic-- figure it out.

Faster than a computer.

It's a gift.

A gift to me--
he's a prime suspect.

Emerson's not your guy.

How do you know that?

Five minutes with him,
you'll see.

(rapping on door)

Mr. Laidlaw, FBI.

We'd like to talk to you.

(insistent pounding)

Emerson Laidlaw, FBI!

Open up!

(faint, steady humming inside)

Emerson?

Are you okay?

(humming grows louder)

He's barricaded
himself inside.

Call LAPD.

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm good.

(shotgun blasting)

Emerson Laidlaw!

(grunting)

Emerson Laidlaw.

Emerson!

(humming continues)

(humming grows louder)

(humming loudly)

(humming mimicking
roaring race cars)

DON:
Do you understand

that you've waived
the right to counsel?

I don't... I don't
trust lawyers.

I say no to lawyers.

NIKKI: We know that you've been
using

your position
in the exceptions office

to access shipping manifests

in order to leak information
to Hagopian's crew

on which trucks to hit.

Leaks are bad news.

I say stop them
before they start.

Hey, an FBI agent
is dead.

Okay?

You are facing
the death penalty.

I-I don't advocate violence.

A great man
once said,

"Make the most of yourself,
for that

is all there
is of you."

I make the most
of myself,

but I don't
advocate violence.

Look at me.

You make, what,
12 bucks an hour, right?

How is it you got half a million
dollars in the bank?

I don't have a half
a million dollars.

No, I have
$511,108.23.

Tomorrow, it will be
$511,157.24.

Compounded daily

at our preferred
introductory rate.

Hey, how you doing?

- I'm Don Eppes.
- Hi. Tom Shorter.

Emerson Laidlaw's
case worker.

- I heard he was here.
- Yeah, that's right.

And being questioned
without counsel.

He waived his rights.

My client is not competent
to give consent.

I need to take him home
right now.

Yeah, that's not
gonna happen.

You've met the man.

Okay, he's hardly
a flight risk.

I'll make sure
he's available to you

whenever you need him, 24-seven.

Well, I need him now.

Okay, well, I'll be back.

- With a court order.
- Okay.

Yeah, this is Shorter,
Family Services.

I need
a legal consult.

LIZ:
Family Services say he

was flagged for a learning
disability at age seven.

Mother
homeschooled him.

She died two days after
his 19th birthday,

left him a small
inheritance.

- What, half a mil?
- Nowhere near.

He's bounced around jobs,
IT stuff.

The Union Parcel gig is
his longest employment

at four years.

Manager says
he's a model employee.

24 truck heists, a pile of cash.

- I say it's an act.
- I'm not so sure

about that--
let me have a moment with him.

All right, go for it.

Emerson, hi.

I'm, uh...
I'm Charlie Eppes.

I'm a math professor.

Math is an excellent
subject for me.

CHARLIE:
Great.

Tell me how many paper clips...

you see right there.

147.

What's 364 squared?

132,496.

CHARLIE: The square root of
seven?

EMERSON:
2.645...

751311106.

"Make the most
of yourself,

for that is all
there is of you."

Ralph Waldo Emerson.

"Self-Reliance."

I read that in school.

My mother read that to
me every night at 9:00.

It's important to
know, she said.

Knowing it is important.

Your mother named you
after Emerson?

Yeah.

She said I'd never be alone.

Other Emersons...

Emerson Fittipaldi,
race car driver.

Drove the
McLaren M23

to three Formula One
victories in 1974.

Won four more times,

beating Clay Regazzoni
for the championship.

Roy Emerson,

tennis star, won 12 Grand Slam
singles titles

between 1961 and 1967.

BRADFORD: Look, I'm a police
psychologist.

It's not really
my field,

but based
on what I see,

he shows signs
of autistic spectrum disorder.

You said his apartment
was full of stuff?

Oh, yeah, packed.

Obsessive-compulsive behaviors,
you know,

like hoarding
can go hand-in-hand.

The capacity to do complex
calculations,

prodigious memory...

yeah, he shows definite
savant capabilities.

You know, and it's not like
this is the first time

I've seen this kind of thing,
either, mathematical genius

coupled with diminished
social skills.

- Don't say it.
- What?

Thing is, the students
and professors

I've come across at CalSci...

they're all far more
high-functioning.

He may be as well.

I mean, he's held a job,
lived alone.

Under the pressure
of interrogation,

he may be regressing.

In a more comfortable
setting, you might

be able to get more out of him.

How do you explain the money?

He's a hoarder--
whether it's a bank account

or a room full of stuff,
the mentality is the same.

Even a modest-paying job,

after years of saving,
he could amass a fortune.

I mean, he says he's the leak.

BRADFORD:
I don't deny

he's involved, but that man

is incapable
of plotting a crime.

Well, then,
he's protecting someone.

You said he'd be
more forthcoming

in a more comfortable setting.

Maybe we can do something
about that.

Oh, hey, uh,
have you seen Charlie?

He left a voicemail
while I was in class.

He asked me
to pick up some saltines

and, uh, Cheez Whiz
at the market.

So he has you doing
his shopping now.

Ever get the
feeling we're just

these celestial bodies
orbiting Charlie?

Having trouble with our
resident genius, are you?

Let's just say
our collaborations

haven't been
so collaborative lately.

Oh... there's one thing
I learned living with Charlie,

and that is not
to take things personally.

Of course,
if that doesn't work,

you can always key his Prius.

No, that's
too violent.

You know, I
think I'll soap

his windshield,
just see if he notices.

CHARLIE:
Hey.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Emerson, Emerson, uh,
this is my father.

Dad, uh,

Emerson is gonna
be crashing with us.

He's watching
Iron Chef.

BRADFORD: I thought maybe we
should check in.

I haven't seen
you for a while.

Oh, that would be
a tribute to you, no?

Sure about that?

Look, I'm in
a relationship,

uh, you know,
a good place

with the family,
with Charlie.

The job is...
it's the job, you know?

I mean, it's all okay.

Clearly.

I lost an agent
who had a wife and kids.

Is that what you're after?

Okay, now, that's a start.

We may have found
our string puller.

You lied to us.

There's no way
Emerson Laidlaw is involved?

I stand by what I said.

NIKKI: Computer logs say
different.

Seems you've been taking
an unusual online interest

in Emerson's work
at the exceptions office.

And we were wondering
who he was talking to

about what was on those trucks.

Turns out it was you.

And you knew he'd protect you.

Look...

I monitored Emerson
because I was worried about him.

- And why is that?
- He told me

that he ran out of room at
his place for all of his junk,

so he started
packing things

in boxes,
mailing them

and inserting errors
into the barcodes

so they'd keep bouncing around.

He's been using the Union Parcel
system to store his stuff?

It's nutty, I know.

Well, how long
has this been going on?

At least a year.

Maybe longer.

And the trucks
that are getting hit...

they're the same ones Emerson's

- been putting his boxes on?
- That's right.

How many does he have
floating around out there?

I don't know.

There's no way to find them.

He buried the tracking numbers.

Why didn't you
tell us this before?

Emerson's like a son to me.

I didn't want to
see him get hurt.

These guys killed an FBI agent.

Someone gets
in their way,

they don't screw around.

Now, you need to help us.

I'm not saying this is your guy,

but Emerson has

this cousin
that takes advantage of him.

They go to casinos and he gets
Emerson to do card-counting,

that sort of stuff.

The cousin--
what does he look like?

He's got this, uh,

streak of white hair
in the front.

He's the one
you should be talking to.

Yeah, I think
we've had that pleasure.

You've got, uh,
quite an appetite there, huh?

Yeah, f-four crackers,
four olives.

I can't have four crackers.

I-I need seven
on my plate.

I can only eat seven crackers,
seven olives.

Seven crackers,
seven olives, Dad.

Right.

(Larry clears throat)

You know, earlier we were
discussing with Emerson

his namesake's
famous 1836 essay

"Nature" and how that set forth
the tenets of transcendentalism.

Yeah, 1836 was
a good year for guns.

The Alamo, th-the Battle
of San Jacinto.

Samuel Colt patented
the Colt revolver.

Arkansas is a good place
to buy guns.

You know when you
send a package,

you can track
it online.

Well, the way
the system works,

sometimes it takes this wild
ride all across the country,

and at night

when I can't sleep, I like

to log on and see
where my package is

and where it's going.

Yeah, I know where
everything is-- all my stuff

at all times,
all my stuff.

Yeah, you know where
your stuff is right now?

Yeah, box seven--

Hummel figurines,
snow globes-- Omaha.

Box 36--
clocks,

model cars-- Cleveland.

Box 121--

calendars, comic books,
Swimsuit Issues.

Emerson, these
boxes you're putting

on trucks.

You can tell us which trucks
you're putting them on, right?

Okay, there you go.

Yeah.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

I need cellophane.
No, I-I need cellophane.

I need cellophane,
no, no cellophane.

Wood is no good, wood...

(low hum)
...w-wood.

No.

(low, steady hum)

It's okay.

Just listen.

Like the cars going
around the track.

All right?

Go around...

...and around.

(hums along)

Yeah.

Yeah.

(cars whooshing)

*

NIKKI: Emerson's cousin Carter
has been a busy boy.

Looks like he got his
master's in social work

at Pelican Bay.

Did a nickel

for armed robbery
and got out five months ago.

Yeah, right when the
truck heists started.

Guy served time
with our two dead perps.

Fresh out of prison,
he knows Hagopian.

NIKKI: Mm-hmm, so this place is
like flypaper.

You should have seen Don's face

when I told him we were making
another trip to the strip club.

Yeah, I'll bet.

You and him have something?

Had.

Good guy, bad idea.

Story of my life.

Maybe my brother
was right.

I'm in the wrong line of work.

What'd he think
you should do?

Marine biologist.

(both chuckling)

Told me I should swim
with the sharks.

Who says you're not?

My brother
is a gym rat.

Golden Gloves.

Taught me how to fight.

He was seriously pissed
when I became a cop.

LIZ: Why? He wanted you to be a
fighter?

No, he just hates cops.

(laughs)

LIZ:
Oh, take a look.

Our hunch
was right.

Angling to get the early bird
special in the lap dance line.

Mm.

*

Boss told me to buy
you girls some drinks.

- We're on duty.
- Sure.

You get liquored up,
you might lose control.

Nikki, back door!

(indistinct shouting)

FBI, get out of my way!

Hey!

(engine roaring)

Maybe I will
have that drink.

Where is your cousin, Emerson?

Carter takes me
to the casino.

He lets me spin the wheel.

No, listen, I'm asking
you whe he is.

Emerson, the men your cousin
is working with are dangerous.

Okay, they killed an
FBI agent in cold blood.

We need you to tell us
where Carter is,

we need you
to tell us

which trucks your
boxes are on.

I spin the wheel at the casino.

If we know the trucks,

we can stop them, Emerson,
we can protect your cousin.

I watch the wheel go around.

- Tick, tick, tick...
- Hold on, you understand

- he could end up dead?
- Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,

- tick, tick, tick, tick...
- Pressuring him won't work.

All right,
I-I got to get some air.

At this point, I think
there's only one place

he's really going
to feel safe enough to talk.

Home.

NIKKI: Got an APB out on the
cousin's car.

Description,
partial plate.

Who knows? Maybe
we'll get lucky.

Our guy's
probably dumped it

at LAX long-term parking
by now.

So what do we do?

Well, you know,
I've been thinking.

Laidlaw seemed pretty at home
at that strip club,

and it looked to me

like those girls weren't doing
much earning onstage.

So maybe they supplement
their income

by going home
with the clientele.

I mean, even a
mope like Laidlaw

could help
make ends meet.

I say we hit the joint

one more time,
wave enough 20s around,

maybe someone will give us
an address.

Yeah, the--
yeah, the maps go in first.

Rand McNally.

David seems to really
understand him.

The information's
in his head.

I, I don't know
how to get to it.

Well, you'll
figure it out.

By the way, did you call that
restaurant about New Year's?

That's a long ways off.

No, it's not
that long.

Well, I've been busy,
you know, FBI stuff.

Everything else
takes a backseat.

Yeah, or everyone
else, so I've heard.

Oh, you know, I knew
as soon as I opened my mouth

that I was stepping on toes,

but Amita's geographic network
was not going to work.

What else
could I do?

- You think I'm wrong.
- I think

if I go to the trouble

of throwing a New Year's party
for Amita's parents,

it would be really nice
if you two were still dating.

EMERSON:
Wrong.

DAVID: It's okay, they just
replaced the door.

We're going to get it painted
same as the old one.

(door unlocking)

It's not right.

- It's not right.
- What's wrong?

Two wrongs don't make a right.

- It's wrong, wrong.
- No,

they're going to paint this
door.

It's wrong.

- Right?
- His TV-- do you have his TV?

Yeah.

Came in, took photos,
and moved stuff around.

If things are off
even by an inch, it...

Wrong, wrong.

Okay, Emerson.

- Wrong.
- Here you go, buddy.

TV HOST: And Justin Browning is
getting ready

- to spin the big wheel.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

(race car announcer
speaking indistinctly)

CHARLIE:
How do you know so much?

I had an uncle with a lot
of the same issues--

not the math genius stuff,

but he had
all the rest of it.

My mom made sure
that nobody treated

her little brother
like he had a disorder.

You know, she...

told all of us to look at it

like it was a... it was a gift.

Once you accept
that they see the world

in ways
that you and I don't,

then you, you just begin
to understand a little bit.

Hey, listen,
I need to see the SID photos

of the apartment
before it was searched.

I need to know
where everything was exactly.

I think I figured out
how to determine

which trucks Emerson was putting
his stuff on,

but I'm gonna need the help
of two colleagues

that wrote a paper
on fractal analysis

to do that.

I know you guys are,
uh, mad at me,

but I had to make sure we were
going down the right path.

No, your path.

This time.

I know, I know what it feels
like to be underappreciated--

not having
my security clearance,

not being able to work
for the FBI-- so...

please cut me some slack
while I,

while I try to climb
back on the horse.

Yeah, well,
Charles,

as I recall, the sum
of your equestrian experience

was one midnight ride
on an old gray mare

straight into the
cranberry bog at Princeton.

You mentioned fractal analysis?

I did.
Well, it came to me

while I was staring
at a poster of a drip painting

on Emerson's wall.

You know, just how
he sees the world,

through an abstract painting
or through a barcode

or the way
he arranges

the seemingly random clutter
in his apartment...

So it's all part of a larger
design, a fractal pattern.

We know how
action painters

create a piece of art--

by applying a series of
seemingly chaotic paint drips...

Each layer adding complexity...

Fine-tuning
the recurring fractal pattern.

Applying that analysis
to Emerson...

His apartment becomes
the canvas,

and the objects in it

each forming their own layers
of complexity.

Now, if we deconstruct
the pattern...

We can determine
where he's been hiding his boxes

within the Union Parcel system.

Add to that a little
geographic network overlay.

Your idea.

So, um, what
do you say?

You guys, uh, you guys in?

Last time we
were here,

we started a conversation
we didn't finish.

We didn't?

Okay.

You want to keep running,
that's your choice,

but I don't have to tell you--
guys who run get caught.

There's a lot of stuff.

I mean, even Charlie
and his clearance

and the way he got it back.

How's that?

This guy just wanted
to blackball him.

And, I mean, really
he was after me.

Obviously he failed.

It feels like...

FBI is all I'm good at.

But?

Well, no, I feel
like that's...

that's all there is.

Um, using fractal analysis,

we were able to identify
Emerson's boxes

within the Union
Parcel system.

See, that's a fractal pattern.

Now, we found all 177 parcels.

The only problem--
26 have disappeared.

The exact number of empty boxes

found in the getaway van.

The day of the
warehouse heist,

the thieves pulled a switch.

They cherry-picked
the 26 empty boxes

and replaced them
with 26 others.

According to Union
Parcel's records,

the boxes the thieves
put in the system are

on their way to a facility
where high-value

- items are stored overnight.
- He's right--

normally they would go through
the screening process,

but they avoided that

by inserting them upstream

using Emerson.

That same facility
just got a shipment

of gold bullion.

$8 million, on its way to Dubai.

It's in a vault.

So this whole thing's
a Trojan horse.

They're plan is to bust
into the vault.

And they're using whatever it is
in those boxes to do it.

One of the strippers

came through with an address
on Emerson's cousin.

Manager caught the cousin
running a card game

out of his room
two nights ago.

Gave him a week
to move out.

He's gonna be out faster
than that.

Clear.

His body's still warm.

He hasn't been dead
all that long.

All right, Emerson.

Listen, all your stuff is
back where you left it.

- You're going home.
- Yeah.

No place like home.

Click, click, click.

Three times.

No place is a good place.

He held out.

Take a look.

Contents of our 26 boxes.

Exothermic Cutting
System?

They're gonna try and cut their
way into the Union Parcel vault.

Wait a second-- where are
the tracking numbers?

In a warehouse
full of stuff,

without them,
you'd be lost.

He came into the FBI
trying to work an angle

to spring Emerson.

It wasn't Emerson
he cared about.

It was the tracking numbers.

And there's only

one person who has them,
safely inside his head.

I need to take the stairs.

Yeah, no, we
know that.

Don't worry
about it.

39 steps, there are 39 steps.

There are 39
saltines

in a sleeve
of crackers,

39 Supreme Court Justices.

Hold on, Emerson.

I don't think it's 39.

I believe the number's nine.

Joke.

Ah.

Right.

CHARLIE: All right, tell us
another one.

EMERSON: No, no more jokes
today.

They're on their way up.

(cocks gun)

No witnesses.

- No! No! No! No! No! No!
- What's wrong, buddy?

The mat is wrong! No.
The mat is wrong.

Somebody probably
just moved it, okay?

- No! No! No!
- Here, I'm putting it back.

Too-too many feet.

Big feet! Small feet live here!

Only small feet!

(cocks gun)
Hey, you guys, get inside!

Move! Move!

(rapid gunfire)

(shotgun blasts)

You, you head toward the closet.

No!

Head toward the
closet, Emerson.

Stay down. Down.

No! You over here.

What?

Hey, I want you
to be in here.

- You be quiet, all right?
- Yeah.

Don't move till I
come back, all right?

Don't move.
Moving's not allowed.

All right.

(door shuts)

FBI training course.

Did you really shoot high score?

290 out of 300.

All right, it's a lot different

when they're shooting back
at you, okay?

- No.
- Move back.

- Take it, Charlie.
- Take it.

All right.

(shotgun blasting)

(automatic gun firing)

You stay with me,
we're about to move.

Stay with me, okay?

(two gunshots)

(whispering):
Kitchen.

Hey, I got an idea.

Just... back me up, you know.

All right.

(yells)

- Get him?
- Got him.

(gasps)
Shh!

- Follow me.
- Okay.

Drop your guns.

Where's Rain Man?

I sent him down the fire escape.

Backup unit
has him by now.

Backup unit, right.

I like that.

(cocks gun)
Me, too.

Give me a reason.

Next time,

you really should call
for backup.

We were a little busy.

You okay?

Uh, yeah.

I will wait till I get home
to throw up.

Exploding Cheez Whiz.

Good work, Charlie.

I felt like Butch Cassidy
and Mr. Wizard.

Hey, where's Emerson?

Safe. He's in the closet.

What the... ?

(low, steady humming)

(humming mimicking
roaring race cars)

(TV race car announcer
speaking indistinctly)

ANNOUNCER:
...Turn two and downside

the back straight....

Not looking so good, tough guy.

A murdered FBI agent,

you're a dead man
walking.

You got one shot
to dodge a needle.

I'm listening.

We know your boss
is planning to bust

into the Union Parcel
vault to steal the gold.

He sent the tools
he needs in 26 boxes.

Your boss needs
tracking numbers.

We put together a list
of our own.

You're gonna give it to him.

Numbers match.

That's all of them.

DON: Turn around, I gotta take a
look at your face.

FBI!

(federal agents shouting)

Good behavior,
I'm out in three.

Your boy, Ricci,
gave you up.

We've got you for the murder
of a federal agent

Carter Laidlaw.

Not to mention attempted murder

of another agent
and a federal witness.

And my brother.
Don't forget him.

Let's go.

You can say hello to death row.

*

* So be patient

* Patient

* When waiting for the gold...

It's decaf.

Well, you're probably right,

I shouldn't have stopped
therapy.

We don't need the four walls
and a couch.

It's this agent
that I lost...

You've lost people before.

He had this picture
of his family

and he was reaching out for it.

I mean, that's what he wanted.

Just something to hold on to.

To believe in.

You have family, friends,

a stable relationship
with a hot prosecutor--

they don't count
for anything?

No, they do, that's
the thing though.

I-I-I need more.

Really.

I don't know
what I would reach out for.

(sighs)

As a shrink, I want
to tell you to look within.

But as a man,
I have to be honest.

I think what you're
really looking for,

you won't be able to find
on a couch.

* 'Cause I'm on my way
back home... *

I guess you're sick
of this place, huh?

I've had enough.

Eight is enough to fill
the world with love.

I don't love this place.

I've had enough.

I hear that.

Emerson, I got you
a going-away present.

Yeah, I can see myself.

It's a, uh, key for
a storage unit.

- All right?
- I rented it

for you for about a month.
Give it a try.

It might be an easier way for
you to store all your stuff.

No keys, I lose keys.

Keys are losers.

Alan Keyes, candidate

for president
three times,

lost every time.
No keys.

Keys are losers.

- It was just a thought.
- Yeah.

Ready to go?

Ready. Ready. Buckle up.
Safety first.

I've got the saltines

and the Cheez Whiz, but
I forgot the olives.

Gotta have olives.

Gotta have the olives on top.

Mount of Olives.
150 calories.

Even if he's in good
hands, I know

it's not easy for a guy
used to having

all the answers, huh?
(elevator bell dings)

156 olives on top.

Up and down.

- We'll get some.
- Hi.

Hi, Amita.

Best answer I've found yet.

* Oh, the sound is breaking
all my bones *

* And won't you sing again

* About it

* The fire of my life

* Is knocking at my front door

* And won't you
let him in this time? *

* And won't you let him in
this time? *

(song ends)