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What do you got, Ray?

We're looking for two perps
with machine guns

for a triple homicide.

They went
on a cash-grabbing spree,

six stores
in less than a half-hour.

So they knew what
were they after.

Well, you'd think,

but take a look at the targets:

we got a shoe store, CD store,

jewelry store, electronics
store, coffee shop.

I mean, they blew right
past the bank

and a check-cashing place.

That's unusual.

RAY: This jewelry store was the
last stop.

Opened fire
as they fled the scene.

DON: We'd love to help you, Ray.

I mean, it's not exactly
a federal case.

Actually, we got video
from four of the stores.

Picture's pretty much useless.

We need it bumped up.

What are you talking about?

LAPD's got a great crime lab.

Yeah, but the FBI's got your
brother the math professor.

My brother?

One of our techs read about some

video enhancement program he's
involved with at the university.

We were kind of hoping
we could reach out.

CHARLIE:
We all use math every day...

to predict weather...

to tell time...

to handle money...

Math is more than formulas and
equations.

It's logic.

It's rationality.

It's using your mind to solve
the biggest mysteries we know.

Here's a still from the camera
in the jewelry store;

low-res digital.

Most surveillance cameras don't retain
enough information to blow up clearly.

When we zoom in --

we can't.

The information's
just not there.

But Charlie provided me
with a predictive algorithm.

A mathematical equation

to help the computer guess
at what's between the dots.

Extrapolations of information
based on the surrounding pixels.

In fact, the equation looks
a little something like this.

Wow.

You don't really care
about the equation.

Let's just say we can't fully
appreciate it.

How long to enhance
all the footage?

We're halfway done, so we'll have
a full-play version in an hour or two.

- Okay.
- That's a Steyr TMP automatic.

That's an expensive weapon.

Mm-mm. And look at the
watch -- Bell & Ross.

There's got to be,
what, at least

a half a million dollars
in jewels in those cases

and they pass it up to grab
$1,100 in cash out of the till?

It helps out
my thrill-kill theory.

( phone rings )
Excuse me.

Thrill killers get a rush off of
fear and chaos.

These two appear deliberate
and organized.

They've have a plan.
They're after something.

Yeah, but if it's not for money
and it's not for kicks...

Right, we'll be right there.

We've got another crime scene.

Shell casings match
a Steyr TMP automatic.

( garbled radio transmission)

OFFICER: Crime scene's over
there.

- How you doin'?
- Good, thanks.

Wait. Hold on a sec.

Looks like someone went
on a shopping spree:

iPods, tennis shoes, a watch...

This is one of the stores
that was hit.

Wait a minute. These, too.

All cash transactions?

Yeah, it's cash.

Yeah. Same here.

( phone rings )

Eppes.

Hey. I found something
interesting on the video.

Several hours before the crimes

at every single store
that's robbed,

two teenage boys appear.

- What were they doing?
- Shopping.

Shopping?

Wait a minute.
Hold on a second.

Two teenagers...

they're male, white,
got one with spiky blonde hair,

the other with a goatee?

Tell me you already have them.

You could say that.

The two dead boys
are Chris and Jason Miller.

They're brothers, 19 and 16.

M.E. puts their death
at about 2:00 P.M.

So that's what, like...

a half an hour before
the robberies took place.

We'll have to wait for Forensics
to confirm it,

but it seems like
the shell casings

from the robberies
match the shooting.

We got two kids shopping
the same stores

that were robbed,
between 10:00 and noon.

And they're both dead by 2:00.

Chris borrowed $300
last month for his car.

He paid me back last night.

In cash?

Mm-hmm.

Do you mind?

Thank you.

All ten dollar bills?

Where'd he get it?

They're teenagers.

They don't tell me anything.

Poker?

Poker, maybe?

It'll be returned, as soon as we're
sure it's not connected in any way.

Did either of them have jobs?

Chris, my oldest,

he's been working at a movie
studio in North Hollywood.

Where'd you hear that?

I don't know if I'd call
us a movie studio.

Couple of low-budget productions
rented space here.

Mainly we got manufacturing;

we got wrought iron,
got a box company.

Chris' mother said he worked
here for four months.

Yeah, pretty good worker, too.

But now I gotta drive
all the way in from Duarte.

Oh, yeah, must be tough
on you, huh?

Hey, hey, I am sorry
about that kid,

but my problems go on.

See, last night,
one of my tenants bailed on me,

no notice, no nothing.

I don't need this in my life.

DON:
Sorry to disturb you.

You say your tenants moved out
in the middle of the night?

DAVID: And then the kid who
works here was killed the next day.

What kind of operation
went on here?

They put out a newsletter,
I think.

Never read it,
just saw the printing equipment.

You knew them?

You dealt with them
face-to-face?

Uh, no. Actually,
Chris dealt with them.

I never met 'em.

You got something?

Not sure.

What is that, ink?

Could be.

Got a piece of paper?

Yeah.

Look at this.

It's paper, but
feels like fabric.

Got a cotton-linen feel to it.

Let me see.

It's weird.
This is shiny.

You better put in a call
to Secret Service.

WOMAN:
You're right. It's counterfeit.

See the watermarks?

DAVID:
Yeah. Sure.

You shouldn't,
under an ultraviolet light.

Paper's another giveaway.

Someone have a genuine bill?

Yeah. Here you go.

Great. Thanks.

There you go.
You see the difference?

It's pretty good work, though.

Most of us at the Secret Service are
dealing with poor quality counterfeits.

We call 'em "P-notes."

They're actually printed
on home computers.

That actually works?

Dark restaurant,
busy grocery store.

You'd be surprised.

This is a different game,
though.

This is old school,
engraving and printing.

Paper's got good feel,
magnetic ink.

Magnetic?

Real bills employ
different magnetic inks.

That's how a bank's sorters
distinguish different denominations.

Our guys are old-school
philosophy

and state-of-the-art technology.

Our guys?

The Secret Service has been
tracking this crew.

They've resurfaced periodically
over the last five years.

The tip-off is the denomination.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Most counterfeiters print 50s
and hundreds. Higher return, right?

Yeah, and higher risk.

Big bills get more scrutiny.

These guys are conservative
and patient.

They only print small bills
and they never spend them.

How do they profit
if they don't spend the bills?

Well, they can sell
them in bulk.

They can lay off a million of
these and get $300,000, $400,000.

Yeah, usually to gangs
or other criminal enterprises,

who then use it
to fund more crime.

So these aren't "copies"

in the traditional sense
of the word, then.

No, they're hand-rendered
by an artist,

then the engraving
process begins.

Someone actually draws these?

You've been tracking
these guys for five years.

You must have active suspects.

Not yet, no.

We'll, uh, we'll run a search,

tell banks to keep an eye out
for bills with a similar serial range

and maybe this time
we'll get lucky.

You don't sound optimistic.

These guys have been beating
our playbook

since before I inherited
the case.

We'll work the money.

I think you should work the
homicides separately.

It's actually Grounded Theory.

This problem screams
for a case-oriented approach.

Excuse me?

In Grounded Theory,

the homicides would
have one solution,

the counterfeiting another.

In a case-oriented approach,

the homicides become
a variable set

interacting in some complex
manner with

the counterfeiting variable set.

Can I have a word with you?

Sure.

Can you explain to me what your
brother is doing in a federal office,

wandering into the middle of my
investigation?

Well, first of all, he happens to
be a Bureau-approved consultant,

and second of all,
this seems like one case to me.

Okay, you still could
have briefed me ahead of time.

Come on. I don't think
this is about my brother.

All right. That's fair.

So I guess you left Albuquerque.

Yeah. I left Albuquerque.

Look, your mom got sick.
You had to move back home.

I've always understood that.

Well, look, let's just
focus on the work, okay?

That was never a problem,
was it?

Chris Miller discovers
they're printing counterfeit,

he steals some money.

He and his brother
decide to go shopping.

Bad guys find out,
kill the brothers,

rob back the phony cash
to cover their tracks.

Right, so they're
thorough and ruthless.

I don't know.

The counterfeiters' M.O. --
small bills, patience --

that suggests someone
older, experienced,

someone who lays low.

- Yeah, not our gunmen.
- Mm-mm. No.

They got high-end
watches, weapons.

I think we're dealing
with a multi-person crew.

Yeah, and a multi-
personality crew.

A group like that
won't last long,

too much internal friction.

Kim says she thinks they've been

working together
something like five years.

Well, maybe the younger guys

are working with
an older counterfeiter.

That'd be a good place to start.

Speaking of Agent Hall,

everything okay with you guys?

- Yeah.
- Couldn't help noticing.

No, it's just a little
interagency politics.

They're all worked out.

All right.

- See you tomorrow.
- Okay.

Hello?

Hello.

Hey.

- What are you doing?
- I'm running a comparison

between the counterfeit bills
you found earlier today

and the older bills that that
Secret Service agent lady gave us.

There's a possibility
that the small differences

may yield some data
about their current operation.

By the way, I did not mean
to cause a problem earlier.

You don't have to apologize
for anything.

Agent Hall and I
are... are...

I mean, we worked it out. So...

You know if I left
a box of stuff here?

What kind of stuff?

It's just this one box
in particular.

When I moved back from
Albuquerque,

I thought I got everything,
but it's not in my apartment.

I can't remember where I put it.

- You check the garage?
- Yeah.

( door opens )
That you, Dad?

Hey, let me get the door.

You must have
some kind of sixth sense.

I buy rib-eye,
and you just materialize.

Well, actually...

You say rib-eye?

Yeah.

With, like, a baked potato?

Oh, very nice, Charlie.

How long is this going to be?

This is just for a few days.

I needed to look at this
as soon as I possibly could.

Now, the spiral patterns
in money

are based on a technique
called guilloche.

It's like a wheel within
a wheel within a wheel;

a pattern created by the additions
and multiplications of nested sine waves.

Same was used by Faberge to
create those little famous eggs.

Well, that explains it.

What does this have to do
with the case?

I think they have a new artist.

In fact, I'm sure of it.

How can you tell that?

I've been running
a wavelet analysis

of these spirals
I'm talking about.

Mathematicians at Dartmouth
use a similar process

to test authenticity
of masterpiece paintings.

Here, look it...

Ten dollars. Right?

Now we don't often
think about it,

but someone must've drawn
this design, right?

You're right.

I want you to think of that
artist as a runner on the beach.

He's leaving footprints,

which record every decision
he makes;

faster, slower,
closer to the water,

farther away...

Now these are counterfeit bills.

A second artist
trying to copy the original...

a second runner.

Now, when that second runner
tries to follow

the exact path as the first,
it's impossible.

Even if he's being careful,
he can't match the footprints

without leaving evidence
of himself.

Different foot size,
different stride --

that's how you spot a forgery.

And when a third runner
tries to match the footprints,

he'll leave evidence as well,

but in a different way
than the second runner.

These two counterfeit bills
have two different footprints...

Hence the new artist.

You find that artist...

Charlie, we can't find the counterfeiter,
let alone the artist.

You keep on saying
he's an artist, this guy.

He's not really an artist,
is he?

He's more like a copier.

It's actually, it's more like
being able to draw,

you know, say,
the Mona Lisa freehand.

Oh, I see.

What I can do now, Don,

is to take this initial
comparative analysis and...

Hey, David, it's Don.

Look, I want to expand
the search, okay?

Not just counterfeiters,
but art forgers.

Eight art forgers fit our
profile.

Great.

There's another case
you need to look at.

It stuck with me because
it happened in Venice,

- in my neighborhood.
- Right.

It was the weapons used that
really caught my attention.

A lady was abducted
three weeks ago.

One Margo Hughes.

Confronted by two men armed

with what the LAPD
report describes as

"exotic machine pistols."

Just like our guys
in Steyr-TMPs.

I think so.

All right,
I'll borrow this. Thanks.

Okay.

You think my wife's abduction
had something to do with her art?

It's an angle
we're investigating.

These are some of
her pieces right here.

- You mind?
- No, go ahead.

Your wife did reproductions.

Yeah, she calls it
her "Miniaturist Phase."

Reduces classic portraits
to see if their power survives.

Incredible detail...

These are what, ink?

Done freehand.

Margo's amazing like that.

Look, what's going on?

We're hoping to compare some of
your wife's reproductions...

We'd like to borrow some of
your wife's work, if that's okay.

I'll personally
take responsibility

that you'll get it back
and it'll be safe.

Yeah.

Look, you're here
to pick out samples,

not talk about
an open investigation.

Poor guy.
He seemed so upset.

Yeah, well, he's a potential
suspect, Charlie.

Something bothering you?

No. Nothing's
bothering me.

Something seems
to be bothering you.

Yeah, well, there's
nothing bothering me.

CHARLIE: I've compared Margo's
work to the counterfeit $10 bills.

These are two dimensional
representations

of a multi-dimensional graph

actually plotted
in 72 dimensions.

Just simplify it, okay?

- Just put it in layman's terms.
- Bottom line --

I've made comparisons
with the works

of over a dozen known
forgers and counterfeiters.

None of them
had any similarities.

But these graphs match.

They're identical.

Margo Hughes drew
this ten-dollar bill.

I mean, she has been missing
for three weeks.

Okay, and as far as we know,

they've only introduced
their ten.

If they follow pattern,
they'll release a 20 soon.

What's your guesstimate
of how long it would take

to draw one of these 20s?

Hard to say,

but if I were Margo Hughes,
I'd be taking my time.

As soon as they're
done with her...

She becomes a liability.

They'll have no choice
but to kill her.

That's what I'm thinking.

Okay, so what we're going with

is the counterfeiters
kidnapped Margo Hughes

to get her to make a template
to make phony money.

Right? All agreed?

Now my problem is if we don't
break some kind of lead soon

and find these guys,

I don't think
we're saving this woman.

KIM:
Great. Thanks.

Okay, we told banks
to watch for the bogus tens.

They've been showing up.

We have Bakersfield,
San Bernardino and Palm Springs.

DAVID: That's great. So we find
out

who's spending it
and work our way back,

the same way we work drugs
back to the supplier.

The problem is, the banks can't
link the bills to a specific depositor.

They're in circulation and
there's no way to trace them.

People shop in patterns.

Patterns can be quantified
into equations.

The Secret Service and
the Treasury Department

have been working on this
problem for decades.

Predicting money flow,
tracing counterfeit in circulation --

it's unpredictable;
there are too many variables.

That makes it challenging,
not impossible.

Right now, the dispersal
seems fairly contained.

And that works in our favor.

Then what do you need from us?

Data. Lots of it.
Everything from where

these bills are turning up --
and not just from banks,

from stores, from restaurants,
from movie theaters...

I'd like to follow the evidence
from the warehouse.

The lab was able
to reconstruct an ink sample

from the scrapings
you took off the floor.

All right. Good.

Let me get you a list
of known counterfeiters.

I find that even
the one's who're retired

tend to keep up on
the latest technology.

We're looking for counterfeit
ten dollar bills.

Now, they've shown up
in three geographic clusters.

We're going to isolate
the one in San Bernardino.

That means checking into
grocery stores, gas stations,

restaurants, just
door-to-door canvassing.

The bills you're looking
for are good, not perfect.

This sheet details some of the
differences to help you ID them.

Find a bill,
call it in immediately, please.

The more we find,
the faster we find them,

the better our chances

of figuring out where
the next ones will come from.

And I know I don't need
to reiterate this,

but there is a 24-year-old
woman's life at stake here.

So let's go. Thank you.

You can move your
San Bernardino search grid

south of Foothill and
west of Mount Vernon.

Okay?

Exactly.

Yeah. Bye.

Charlie, I wish I understood
what we're doing here.

It's a probability algorithm.

That doesn't help me.

The bills start at zero-zero --

the counterfeiters.

We start here --

point XY.

As we locate each bill,

we get a better idea
of the dispersion,

a better idea of where
to look for more bills.

Right.

You're not going to look
in the next room...

Or certainly not on the ceiling,
or in the parking lot.

So the more bills
you find in a given area,

the closer you are
to the counterfeiters?

It's not just the number
of bills.

I assign values based
on the purchases.

So, for instance, two or three
bills showing up in a tire shop

may hold less significance than
a single bill in a corner market.

Someone may travel
way across town for tires.

But a quart of milk,
carton of cigarettes,

that they'd get closer to home.

I think we both get it.

Yes. You and your brother
are a lot alike.

You think so?

Most people can't get over
how different we are.

Well, yeah, the interests
are pretty different,

but the approach --

this one part exuberance,
two parts obsession --

that's pretty much identical.

When Don and I
first moved in together,

we had to have separate CD racks

because I never put mine
back in the same place,

and he has to know where
each song is at every moment.

You and Don lived together?

In Albuquerque.

You didn't know? He didn't...

You know, we lost touch
for a while, so...

He may very well have told me,

um, but, uh, you know what?

I didn't put that Kim
together with, uh, you know,

you, Kim.

Aw, it's all right.

I know how Don is.

( machine clacking )

DAVID:
Eddie Zakarian?

( turns off machine )

Counterfeiting, right?

Anytime I see a Fed badge,

I know it's not about
undercollecting sales tax.

I guess that comes from having
a criminal record like yours.

No, it comes from having been
one of the best in the business.

But I'm not in the
business anymore.

Haven't been for 25 years.

You people need to put it
in a newsletter or something.

What do we have to thank for
this inspirational rehabilitation?

Fatherhood.
Keeps you out of prison.

These two yours?

Yeah.

Goes back a way though,

different time.

Before everybody in the
world had a computer,

became a printer.

What do you make of this?

Nice.

Near perfect.

It's O.V.I.

O.V.I.?

Optically variable ink.

Takes three different inks
to print money, right?

Black for the front,
green for the back

and then there's
this -- O.V.I.

It changes color
from green to black,

depending on how you look at it.

Who could've mixed it?

Other than me?

Try Marty Blanchard.

It'd explain why his shop's got
so much new equipment.

Mm.

What?

His name came out pretty fast.

Oh, I'm sorry --

honor among thieves, right?

Listen, back in the day,

who do you think gave me up,
anyway?

What goes around comes around.

( machine clacking )

Um, you know, I'm, I'm beginning
to wonder, uh,

if I properly weighted
the exchange velocity...

Look, don't, don't do that.

Don't second-guess yourself.

Every time we tighten the search
grids, more bills show up.

So just be patient, all right?

Just sit tight, let us
do our job, please.

So you and, uh...
you and Kim, Kim...

Kim and you...

Yeah.

Is that a, um...
that a serious thing?

Yeah.

Seems kind of weird
I didn't know about it.

I don't know who you dated
three years ago.

KIM:
I got a hit.

Dive bar in our
San Bernadino grid.

Cash register turned up
seven of our counterfeits.

- Seven?!
- I'm sorry -- seven?!

Yeah.

Statistically, one or two bills
fit into the pattern spread.

Someone with seven,
spending them

in a local neighborhood
establishment is... huge.

Guy drops 70 bucks
in a dive bar,

he's either buying
rounds for the house,

or he's wasted off his ass.

Either way, he's
gonna stand out.

KIM:
Right the first time.

Bartender said he remembered
a regular guy in last night,

buying everybody drinks,
playing Mr. Big Shot.

Lance Cummings.

I'm gonna pay
Mr. Cummings a visit.

I'll take the ride.

DON: You sit tight, all right?
CHARLIE: Sure.

Hey, Charlie?

You sure you want to be looking
through that stuff?

Dad,

do you recognize this lady?

Uh, yeah, it's Kim, isn't it?

- That's Kim Hall.
- Yeah.

She and Don lived together
in New Mexico

and, uh, he never
told me about it.

Well, you know your brother.

Yeah.

DON:
'52 Ford, right?

CUMMINGS:
Fifty-three.

My dad had an old one
when I was a kid.

Same engine, four-barrel carb...

He shouldn't have
gotten rid of it.

Do you want something?

Oh, yeah, sorry.

I'm, uh, Agent Eppes
with the FBI.

This is Agent Hall.

You were around
Wiley's last night?

Mighta been...

Some counterfeit money
showed up in the register.

Ten-dollar bills.

DON: Bartender seemed to notice
you spending ten-dollar bills.

That bartender was
drunker than I was.

I had nothing but twenties.

I remember 'cause I, uh,
I just hit the ATM.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Okay.

He got on the phone
30 seconds after you left.

CUMMINGS: Kevin, what the hell
are you thinking, man?

You paid me with counterfeit!

KEVIN:
What're you talking about?

CUMMINGS:
The FBI was just here.

KEVIN: All right. Don't do
anything stupid.

CUMMINGS: You calling me stupid,
you son of a bitch?!

So, after two minutes
and 48 seconds of profanity,

the upshot is that
Cummings and two other guys

hijacked a truck full
of electronics.

And the guy who hired them
to pull the hijacking job...

Paid them with counterfeit.

Right.

The guy he's talking to --
Kevin...

Kevin Merriman.

He's done time for extortion,
interstate fraud.

He's a real jack-of-all-trades.

We traced his number.

It's a 213 area code.

Los Angeles.

Back we go.

I wonder if every
print shop in L.A.

is run by a former
counterfeiter.

DAVID: Zakarian said Blanchard
should be here.

Likes to work at night.

Is it just me, or is there something
going on between Don and Kim Hall?

Did you know that you always
evade a question with a silent shrug?

There it is again.

You know, I-I hate it
when you profile me.

I'm not going to stop.

Redgrave told me she
used to be with Bureau.

It was about three years
ago; Albuquerque office.

So she worked for Don.

Yeah, she, she used to work
for him.

And, you know...

Yeah?

Can I be out of this now?

( cell phone rings )

Saved by the bell.

Lake.

- Where're you at?
- Working a lead on the ink.

Old-timer named
Martin Blanchard.

You know what, trying dropping
the name, Kevin Merriman.

Looks like he supplied the counterfeit
that went on to San Bernardino.

Hold on a second.
This might be Blanchard now.

Martin Blanchard?

BLANCHARD: Something I can do
for you?

I'm Special Agent
David Sinclair, FBI.

David! Gun!

( gunfire )

Terry, what's going on?

DON:
Terry, talk to me.

Terry?

( sirens blaring in distance,
indistinct conversations )

It's just a bruise.
I'm fine.

Better than Blanchard.

Anything on the shooters?

Pretty sure it's our guys.

Same Steyr-TMP shells.

I mean, obviously, they didn't
want us talking to Blanchard.

We should run down
Blanchard's past associates,

see if we can track any of them
back to the counterfeiters.

Kim's already
got a couple agents on it.

I think, if you're up for it,
you should go at Kevin Merriman.

See if you can find out where he
got that bogus cash to pay his crew.

I'm up for it. Let's go.

Lance Cummings is under
arrest in San Bernadino

and very annoyed with you.

With his testimony about your
involvement in the truck hijackings

and the stolen goods
in your house,

I'm assuming your attorney wants
to be paid in advance.

We want the counterfeiters
more than we want you.

Thanks but no thanks.

Hey, you're a predicate felon.

These are not light charges
against you.

Take a step back
and look at the big picture.

I am looking at the big picture.

A live prisoner
versus a dead rat.

Hey.

Hey.

How's it going?

They've been there
for a couple hours.

Yeah.

Not getting anything we need.

He gave us the truck heists
and the bogus bills,

but he won't name
the counterfeiters.

He's afraid they're gonna
find him and kill him.

He's probably right.

Oh, guys, I really think we're
running out of time on Margo Hughes.

How are your people doing
on the dead printer?

- They're digging.
- Yeah?

Anything we can do to get them
to dig a little faster?

They're doing their jobs, Don.

I can go back in,
try and work him.

Think it'll do any good?

No.

Agent Eppes, there's someone
waiting to see you.

Jordan Hughes.

All right.

Agent Eppes... Agent Eppes,

I was wondering if
you found anything --

anything at all on my wife --

Mr. Hughes, I'm sorry,
we are not at the point

in the investigation where
I can share any details.

Now I can tell you,
we're doing everything...

Humanly possible?!

Yeah.

They've been telling
me that for 22 days.

Th-The police haven't
called me in seven.

My wife's family
won't talk to me.

All I do is sit home,
you know, just sit at home,

wondering what's going on.

I understand. I'm sure
it's very difficult.

I hope to be able to tell
you something very soon.

You know something, don't you?

Hey, if you could just tell me

that there's some
progress, at least...

Okay, there is some progress.

I'm sorry, I wish
I could tell you more.

Mr. Hughes,

I see you got
your wife's art back.

I liked the way she wrote, uh,
"Jordan" in all of her pieces.

I'm surprised you saw that.
No one ever has.

I was looking a little
closer than most people.

She spent so much time
alone in her studio...

it was her way of talking to me.

ALAN:
Hey, Charlie.

Hi.

Look who's here.

Hi.

Hey, Amita.

Wow, talk about inflation.

Oh.

I just wanted to see how that
robbery case turned out,

the one that I did the
video enhancements for.

Same case -- turned out
to be counterfeiting,

and there may be a hidden
message in this bill.

What kind of message would
counterfeiters put on their money?

Not counterfeiters --

the artist they kidnapped
to copy the bills for them.

She put hidden messages
to her husband in her art.

Maybe she put something in
here to tell us where they've got her.

Interesting.

Well, have fun, you two.

Well, what about these
points that you've marked?

Oh, intentional flaws --
clues, I think.

I've found 27 flaws
all along this watermark.

It looks like you've gone over
the surface pretty thoroughly.

I've checked both
front and back.

In combinatorics,
we often consider the angle of observation.

Have you done that yet?

I found Margo Hughes's message.

It was hidden in
the counterfeit bills!

Margo Hughes hid
her husband's name

in her artwork --
a way of talking to him.

She's now talking to us.

She's placed flaws
in this watermark,

that are hard to find,
but easy to isolate.

Now, she needed to be careful.

She didn't want the
counterfeiters seeing these flaws,

so she put together a graphic
projection that looks something like this.

Looking straight on,
what does this look like?

Just a bunch
of different thick lines.

Angle it, get an edge on view...

It makes a word.

Using the same principle, I was
able to mathematically perform

the same process
with the watermark.

I unfortunately just haven't
been able to crack this code yet.

1738... 52.

DON: Look, maybe it's not a
code.

We don't know it's a code, right?

It could be something
much more simple.

Let me see Zakarian's file.

Who's that?

He's an old-time counterfeiter.
Terry and I spoke with him.

Here. I thought
the number sounded familiar.

Zakarian owns
a warehouse in Highland Park.

The address is 1738 52nd Street.

- Whoa.
- Hold on, Terry.

Remember what I said about
the counterfeiters' profile being

an older influence,
contending with younger, more volatile...

Zakarian's sons.

The family bond would explain

what's kept them
together for so long.

All right. Let's pick 'em up.

( yells )

Come on!

What is this?!

This is your sons holding
a woman hostage.

This is six homicides.

I'm totally lost here.

You've seen my record.

Even back in the day,
I was strictly nonviolent.

Maybe you are,
but your sons aren't.

What's it gonna be?

You gave us Blanchard's name,
then you had your sons

kill him before
we could talk to him.

You were hoping we'd pin this
all on Blanchard. Case closed.

That's it.
I'm done talking to you.

We know about your warehouse.

Matter of fact, right now,

we have an FBI SWAT team
moving into position.

Lot of guns, Eddie. Sharpshooters.
The whole deal.

I was trying to give them
a stake for the future...

slow, patient, small bills,
staying under the radar...

They wanted a faster payoff...

I tried to tell them --

that's not how you make
a long career in this business.

They have no patience...

Our team is going
to hit the warehouse.

You know better than anybody,

your sons are going to die
if you don't help us.

Four men. Zakarian's
sons and two more.

All armed, automatic weapons.

They're holding Margo Hughes

on the rooftop level
of the warehouse.

Basic square
oriented to the north.

Approaching from the south,
you'll see windows.

Directly ahead of you,
near the southwest corner,

is the first entrance.

Inside is a kitchen
and living area.

( television blaring
in Spanish )

DON:
I don't see the hostage.

You stay here.

Right.

Stand by for my go.

MARGO:
Please, no.

I've done everything you asked.

Please.

On me. Three,
two, one. Execute.

( glass breaking )

( yelling )

( all shouting at once )

- FBI!
- Get down!

( men yelling )

Drop the gun!

Drop dead!

Follow me!

Clear right!

Clear left!

All clear!

All clear.

I got the hostage.
The hostage is safe.

You're going to be all right.
My name is Don Eppes.

I'm a special agent
with the FBI. It's over.

You all right? You hurt?

Hey, Terry. We got Margo.

She's alive.
Call her husband.

MAN:
Hey!

Oh, God!

That's the good part.

Yup.

I forgot how much I missed that.

It's a good thing, right?

Yeah.

Everyone's already
at Kinsella's.

Figure the Secret Service
owes the FBI

a few rounds
if you want to come.

Well, actually, I got a bit
of work to do here, so.

Okay.

We are going to trip over
each other again, Don.

If you and Terry can be partners,
we can at least try to...

Yeah. Definitely.

Okay. Well...

First rounds on me.

- Good night, Terry.
- Good night.

More interagency politics?

( television playing )

( knocking )

CHARLIE:
Don?

Charlie?

You all right?

Hey.

I found this box.
I thought I'd...

What? Bring it over
at 2:00 in the morning?

Yeah.

What did you do?
You opened it?

What is with you, man?

Even when we were kids,
you were always going through my stuff.

You always had cool stuff.

Seems like you left a lot
of good friends back there, huh?

Yeah, well.

Family first. Right?

Right.

Look, I was going to tell
you. I just...

I don't know.

I mean, we were
in two different worlds.

You know how it is.

And Mom got sick and...

I don't know.

I understand.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I agree. We're from... uh,
from two different worlds.

Well, not so much lately.

Yeah.

See me all the time now.

Mmm.

I've learned
a lot from you, actually.

Thanks.

Okay.

You want to watch
the rest of the movie?

Okay. Sure.

It's a great flick.

It's about baseball.

The most statistically-driven
sport in the world.

You want a beer?

No, thanks.

Chip?

I'm okay.