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Charlie, come on!

(sonic boom)

- There he is.
- (sighs)

Larry just reentered
the Earth's atmosphere.

Welcome home.

NEWSCASTER: And the shuttle
looks great as it approaches,

coming in just as expected...

MILLIE:
Come on, come on.

Weather's forcing them to land
at Edwards Air Force Base.

Road trip.

Let's drive to the desert
and pick him up.

CHARLIE: Yeah, you know, we can
rent a convertible

and stop off in Vegas
and play some poker.

Oh, yeah, right, now that
you're a poker champ, too.

Oh.

Hey, listen,
I hate to break it to you,

but I believe NASA requires
a couple of days of debriefing.

AMITA: Well, that's okay,
well get him on the phone.

Yeah, I mean, it's not every day

that your friend flies in on a
rocket at 17,000 miles an hour.

One small step
for Dr. Fleinhardt,

one giant leap for CalSci.

- Oh, look, there he is!
- Hey!

That's him!

(glasses clink)

NEWSCASTER: Two mission
specialists, Fleinhardt and...

What's he got in his hand?

Is that macramГ©?

...Sullivan, Bradley
and Garcia-Romero...

(buzzer sounds, man shouting)

Who you going to see?

Pony Fuñez.

You escorting him to San
Quentin for the execution?

- No.
- MAN: AUSA Brickle.

Pony finally decide to rat?

It's funny how death will make a
man want to clear his conscience.

Doesn't sound like Pony.

MAN:
Ray, go ahead and open two.

Pony Fuñez has never
cooperated until now.

Yeah, well, how do you know
he is cooperating?

How do you know he's not?

This guy was a hit man
for all the mobs,

Italian, Mexican,
Russian, Armenian --

he's got hard-core information
on all of them.

Yeah, or he's just playing us.

I mean, the guy's got six days
to live, right?

BRICKLE: Exactly. Nothing to
lose.

He might as well come clean.

Yeah, well, that's
what we might do,

but I'm saying a guy like
this wants something,

and I'm not cutting
some hired gun any slack.

This way.

DON:
Where's he at?

SHU prisoners are not allowed
human contact.

You'll interview him like this.

- BRICKLE: Can he hear us?
- Yeah, I can hear you.

DON: What, but he can't see us?

No.

PONY: Hardly seems fair, right?

DON:
Yeah, go figure.

Mr. Fuñez,

I'm AUSA Brickle of
the Department of Justice.

With me is Special Agent
Don Eppes of the FBI.

I understand you're interested
in cooperating with us

on several unsolved murders.
Is that right?

Check it out, man,
I ain't no rat.

First of all,
let's get that straight.

Uh, I'm only going to talk to you
all about what I myself have done.

BRICKLE: Okay. How many?

Well, I'll give you all
five bodies

so those families can get
some peace.

So they can bury
their dead properly.

Yeah, how do we know
you're not just taking credit

so you can get someone else off?

Details no one else knows.

I also have a...

photographic memory of my work.

Okay, fine. Let's, uh,

let's go ahead and get started.

Just slow down,
not so fast, friend.

You got to give me something.

I want a visit with my daughter.

I ain't never seen
my daughter before.

I want to talk to her in person.

O-Okay.

I'm gonna have to see about that,
but I don't think it'll be a problem.

Not in here.

Not in no damn cage.

I'm talking about outside
of a prison.

DON: No way. Ain't gonna happen.

I'll give you five dead.

That's a fair trade.

Okay, okay, you know what,
Mr. Fuñez,

give me one second
I'll be right back. Don.

Don, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

What?

Five bodies, that's...

that is a lot
of unsolved murder.

Come on, the guy's a con,
he's lying through his teeth.

Well, yeah, he's a con that's
going to be dead on Tuesday,

you know, this is it.
This is our...

this is our last
shot on this one.

Yeah, and what if he's
just using his own kid

to try to break out of here
or something?

What if he has to give us a body
to prove good faith?

You think he'd go for that?

So, what you're saying
just to clear one case?

Yeah, take it one step at a time,
see where it goes.

- (phone rings)
- I don't know.

All right, let me take a shot
at this.

All right. Eppes.

CHARLIE: Hey, what's up, man?
It's me.

So, Larry's back,
we saw him land this morning.

Ah, cool. Excellent.

Yeah, I haven't gotten him
on the phone yet,

but I'm thinking of throwing him a
welcome home dinner when he shows.

- You want to come by?
- Uh, I don't know, buddy,

I got a problem here.

What's the problem?

Well, we just got
this death row guy

who's trying to talk me
into getting him off site,

but I don't know.
I think we're being set up.

Well, to do that...

wouldn't he have to collude
with someone on the outside?

Yeah, well, I mean
these guys are faster

than the post office
getting info in and out.

Yeah, but you know, the prison is designed
with obstacles to his communication.

Look, I can perform a Vulnerability
Analysis on the prison systems...

Wait, I gotta call you back.

He's giving us Benny Wong.

The guy who ran the
Chinese gang?

(indistinct radio transmission)

COLBY: Got human bone fragments.

Bullet hole in the cranium.

Lemme see that.

Don, we found the body right
where Fuñez said.

One shot to the skull.

COLBY:
Look at that.

Looks like Wong's jacket.

Right here, another bullet hole
in the chest.

I tapped Benny once in the head,
once in the chest.

He had on a...

black and red leather coat.

Tough guy, Benny,

Very, very bad taste
in clothing, though.

Uh...

I got four more for you all,

but I got one that I know
you're really gonna like.

'Cause it's a big one.

What's this big one, Mr. Fuñez?

You remember that
Congressman's kid that went missing?

Randal Amato's son?

Yeah.

I know where that boy is.

BRICKLE: Are you,
are you telling me he's alive?

I'm telling you...

it's your move, Eppes.

BRICKLE: It was ten years ago,

Mafia, they tried to buy off freshman
Congressman Randal Amato --

he refused, they attempted
to persuade him

by taking his five-year-old son.

Yeah, yeah, I remember that.

They could never prove murder,
could never find the boy's body.

Now, I, I would love to hang this
on Phil Berelli where it belongs.

The guy's a shot caller.

Why, how's he get his
hands dirty with this?

Ten years ago
he was an up and corner,

and he bragged on a wiretap
about teaching Amato a lesson.

Yeah, and how does
Pony factor in?

That's what I need to find out.

I don't know, I got to tell you,

I got a bad feeling
about this guy.

LARRY (on answering machine): Greetings,
gravity-bound Homo sapiens.

I am orbiting
your lovely blue planet

until the middle
of Earth Year 2007.

You may leave a message here or
simply call out to the heavens.

I will be listening.

(beep)

Hey, Larry, uh,
so it's me again.

I saw you set foot
on terra firma, buddy.

So, if NASA's holding you
hostage, just give me a shout,

I'll come break you out --
whatever you need.

Just call me, okay?

Call me, all right?

Hey.
DON: Hey.

I want you to meet Al Brickle.

He's AUSA.
This is my brother, Charlie.

Oh, yeah and it's, it's Alvin.

Good to meet you,
your reputation proceeds you.

Oh, well...

- So...
- So, I, I, uh...

I analyzed the Secure
Housing Unit at the prison.

It's a hyper-secure system, but...

BRICKLE: Prisoners have
nothing to do except sit around

and think
about how to break it, right?

- Right.
- Nice suit there, Brickle.

Nice face.

It's like two opposing armies,

where one army tries to get
a spy past enemy lines.

Now, calculating the ratio
of points of vulnerability

versus resources required
to defend those points

determines probabilities
of penetration.

Now, my model indicates
that in this SHU

there are fewer than
two percent of prisoners

that can sustain
illicit communications.

Now, that's three times less than
at your average high-security prison.

98%, that's pretty good.

Maybe Pony's on the up and up.

However, there is one variable
that doesn't fit into my model.

- Guards.
- And lawyers.

That's the human factor.

Guards are squeaky clean,
though,

and the prison oversight on the SHU
guards is much harsher than normal.

What's the deal
with Pony's lawyer?

No, he's been representing
himself for the last two years.

Which is why he's riding
the express train to execution.

CHARLIE: Well, that means
with over 90% assurance

that he is not communicating
with the outside world.

COLBY: So we transport him
here to meet his daughter... or not?

I don't care what he did;
he's my only father.

You'd better care what he did.

Let's just take it easy.

They're gonna kill him!

Do you know how many
people he killed?

Lucy!

Damn it.
(door slamming)

I understand you don't want
your daughter to see him.

It's all she thinks about.

The execution's on the news
every day --

lethal injection or not,
doctors present or not,

will the governor stop it
or not?

He's requested a firing squad
like Gary Gilmore.

We don't do that
in California, ma'am.

Agent Sinclair, the sooner my
ex-husband is gone, the better.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that,
I'm not like that.

It's just watching my daughter
go through this...

I can't even imagine,
Mrs. Fuñez.

Moreno.

I went back to my maiden name
when I divorced him.

Ms. Moreno,

has he been in touch with
you or Lucy, at all?

Through the mail...

uh, telephone,
maybe some old friends?

No.

He doesn't know where we are.

- Can you give this to him?
- No, Lucy, please.

Can you?

I really think that's
up to your mom.

Give him the photo,

but I won't allow her to be
in the same room with him.

DAVID:
Understood.

(buzzer sounds,
handcuffs jangling)

(men shouting)

- You won't regret this.
- Yeah.

Well, we'll see about that.

PRISONER: Good luck, Pony.
Nice knowing ya.

All right.

PRISONER 2: You getting the
firing squad?

Hell, nah, the needle.

Hey, shut up, all right?

PRISONER 3: Why you leaving with
the Feds, Fuñez?

Decided to rat, you wimp?!

No, I ain't no rat,
pinhead bastard.

He told you to shut up.

I ain't no rat.

(siren blares)

(garbled radio transmission)

PONY:
Oh, man.

Years.

I've spent years
in that hole, man.

Pony, shut your mouth
or I'm gonna put

a bag over your head,
you hear me?

♪♪

AGENT (over radio):
All teams, stand by...

prisoner has just arrived...

- Okay, okay, all right, boys.
- Hey...

This is a nice day.

(indistinct radio transmission)

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Where's my son?

- DAVID: This is Randal Amato.
- Listen. I understand.

I want to know where my son is!

DON: Sir, as soon as
I know something,

you'll be the first person
I tell, all right?

Director's Office okayed it.

Fuñez's ex-wife won't
let him see the kid.

Well, this just keeps getting
better and better, doesn't it?

The kid gave this
for her dad, though.

All right, well,
just make sure he's all right.

LARRY (on answering machine): Greetings,
gravity-bound Homo sapiens.

I am orbiting
your lovely blue planet

until the middle
of Earth Year 2007.

You may leave a message here or...

Hey.
DON: Hey.

Colby, you want
to deal with this?

So, what's up?

So, I may not be able
to read this guy's mind,

but I can offer you the best
strategy in a confrontation like this.

All right, what is it?

Tit for tat.

- Say what?
- Tit for tat --

it's the most winning strategy in
game theory for the Prisoner's Dilemma.

It dominates in every tournament
against far more complex methods.

Let's say, you're in a race

climbing a mountain
against another climber.

You can't scale
the rock face alone,

but you do want to be the first
person to get to the top.

Your first move
should be cooperative,

then you mimic
all your opponent's actions.

So, if he aggresses,
you aggress;

if he cooperates, so do you.

So, if he attacks,

and, and then cooperates,

you're still supposed
to cooperate?

Yeah, it's, totally
counterintuitive,

but forgiveness is necessary
for the optimal result.

What do you mean forgiveness?

I mean people don't often
forgive betrayal,

but in Tit for Tat, if your opponent
cooperates again, so do you.

That way, he learns that he
gets more if he works with you.

Yeah, but, Charlie, the guy's
a sociopath; I can't trust him.

Well, that's,
that's the beauty of it.

You don't have to trust
this guy.

Just mirror his actions.

He gave me a body,
I brought him here.

So based on what you're saying,
it's his turn?

That's right, so let's see if he
aggresses or if he cooperates.

All right,
I'll see what happens.

How're you doing?
Everything all right?

DON:
Where's the congressman's son?

I gave you Benny Wong
on good faith.

Yeah, I took you out of the SHU,
so it's your turn.

So I lay you out another body,

do I get to see my kid?

Oh, that depends how good
your information is.

I can give you Jimmy Morales.

No, I want the kid.

I don't trust you, man.

The bottom line,
I don't trust you,

'cause you ain't
gave me nothing.

Give me your word.

All right, look, Pony,
here's the way it is.

You cooperate with me,

I promise you,
I will cooperate with you.

Okay.

You got to know I ain't want
to do that to that kid.

You know, Berelli just didn't
have the nerves to do it.

He was scaring the kid.

I could just see it was going to
be a big mess.

Yeah, so?

PONY: I walked the kid down the
hillside.

I was talking to him
about the Man in the Moon

and when he looked up,

I snapped his neck.

Yeah... he never felt a thing.

Where's this hillside?

My wife and I have imagined
the worst for ten years.

Nothing is worse
than not knowing.

Hey, guys.

This is not a child's body.

Oh, God.

(sizzling, coughing)

Oh! Charlie!

Oh, shoot!

- I'm sorry, are they ruined?
- I don't know.

- The smoke got in my eyes.
- Are you all right?

Maybe we can save them.
(groaning)

- No.
- It looks like the Petrified Forest.

Yeah. God, I put them on

and then I got preoccupied
with a problem in the garage.

Where is Larry?
So much for the celebration.

Yeah, have you heard from him?

I guess he's still being
debriefed by NASA.

I don't know why he can't call.
DON: Hey.

ALAN: Hi.
- Whoa, what's up?

Charlie was trying to barbecue,

so, uh... we're going to
have to order in now.

Thai food?
I'll get the menus.

CHARLIE: Don't even bother.
Grab the gas.

Thanks. Barbecue ribs.

Not anymore.

Hey, are you sure about
all this Tit for Tat stuff?

Teams have spent years
trying to defeat it.

Even by cheating,
yet it still remains the best way

to achieve optimal
results for both parties.

You know, some theorists
believe it gives insight

to how groups of animals,
how groups of humans,

have come to live in largely
cooperative societies.

How about this? The guy lied
to us about where the kid was.

Right, so we find
another body in its place.

Now how do you factor that in,
aggression or cooperation?

Well, if he lied, that's aggression,
you need to aggress on him.

Yeah, all right, well,
that I can do. Okay.

Is that all you came by for?

- No, where's Larry?
- He's not here yet.

All right, well, I'm gonna have to
come back or I'll call you later, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay, so we got three Chi..

Where's he going?

(faint rustling)

(gasps)
You lied!

I'm sending you
straight to San Quentin

and they're going to fill your
veins with potassium chloride.

- You hear me?
- I did not lie...

Forget seeing your daughter!

- I did not lie!
- Uh-huh.

I don't know what happened.
Maybe somebody moved the body.

- Who?
- Berelli.

He's the only one knew
where the kid was.

We found a guy with gold teeth,
not a five-year-old.

Well, you've got
to dig deeper, man.

Give me your wrists.
You've got to -- look, man.

Berelli could've stacked
the body on top of the kid.

- Uh-huh.
- Ow!

It's a good dumping ground.
Dig deeper.

You make yourself comfortable.

(growling)

(angry grunt)

Sinclair.

Did you ID him?

Yeah, we have a DNA match.

- Yeah, who is it?
- Take a look.

That's, that's
Lorenzo Marcellus.

Yeah, Marcellus,
he was the West Coast boss

before Berelli, right?

That's how Berelli
made his bones,

by killing Marcellus
and taking his territory.

How is Pony connected?

Pony would do a hit
for the Girl Scouts

as long as they had enough
cookie money to pay him.

Berelli probably hired
Pony to grab the Amato kid.

All right,
but what about Marcellus?

Berelli did that one himself;

at least that's
what he said on tape.

I've got a wall of RICO
files just on him.

I cannot believe...

I'm going to finally
get this guy.

This is huge.

- Yeah?
- Huge.

Morning.

Hey, anything?

- Nope.
- Here, I got you.

All right, thanks.

We dug all night. Didn't
find any other body.

No evidence of reburying.

I just don't think
the Amato kid was ever there.

Well, you know the guy you found
was Lorenzo Marcellus.

I just don't get why he
lies about the kid, though.

Is it possible
that he's still alive?

Maybe he was hired to kill him
and couldn't go through with it?

Sent him away?

Yeah, if this were a movie.

I don't know,
Fuñez was a contract man,

strictly professional,
hired to hit the bad guys.

Maybe he just couldn't
do the kid.

Yeah, I don't know.

I have a court order
for Fuñez to take a polygraph.

Psst. Charles.

Hey!

Larry! Hey! Hey!

Careful, listen,
I've lost considerable

bone density in space,
so be careful.

Hey, why didn't you call? Amita
and I were going to come get you.

No, no, I had a most pleasant
bus ride from Edwards.

- You took the bus?
- Yeah, well,

one can be
silent aboard the bus.

One can order food,
get directions,

make friends...

I'll tell you, you know,

language is in many ways
superfluous.

So how was it? How are you?

And how was...
how was your LISA work?

Were you able to collect data on
gravitational pulls?

I-I can understand if you can't
tell me, I won't press.

But Larry, man, you
were in outer space!

Looking out the
porthole, seeing...

I've always wondered what...

what a shooting star looks
like from out there. Is it bigger?

Can you see the burn
from the back?

What is the-the difference
in perspective

on heavenly bodies
and phenomena?

Is it negligible, or is there
that sense of, uh, of, of...

Of awe.

"Of awe," right, yeah.

What is this?

Oh, this is an Aztec quipu...

"Quipu"?

- Quipu, that's correct.
- Okay.

See, back in the glory days
of Tenochtitlan,

these knots represented
a code for commerce,

and the buying and selling
of jaguars

- and parrots and yuca.
- Yuca.

Yes, ultimately it served a higher
purpose in concealing secrets

from the colonizing
Spaniards, but...

each braid, each knot --

each one of these tells a story.

Well, where'd you get it?

NASA's so nosy.

This was all
in the pursuit of privacy.

- You made that?
- Eh...

Wow! What does it signify?

Ah, now Charles,
would you read my diary?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Well, look, Amita
is dying to see you.

Millie wants to throw, like, a
school-wide party for you.

And I should tell you that
Megan...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You know, I really just
wanted to say hello to you,

invite you to dinner.

I'm in really no frame of mind

for more complex social
interaction, not at the moment.

Yeah, okay.
Sure, hey, cool.

Cool, where you staying?

Oh, I have a place at the beach.

Nice, hey, man...

Ah, man, I missed you.

I really... I really
missed you, man.

AMATO:
Why is this taking so long?

DON: Well, Congressman, you've
got to understand

there's a process involved
and basically...

He just described the location
of another body.

All right, why don't you send
a team over, check it out.

Did he mention my son?

No, they're just getting
to that now, sir.

Can I see you for a second?

Yeah, sure, excuse me.

PONY:
I walked the boy down the hill.

Uh, I was talking to him
about the Man in the Moon.

He looked up,

I snapped his neck.

You son of a bitch!

- Hey!
- He was only five!

- Congressman...
- He was only five!

PONY:
Tell him -- look, man...

The boy didn't feel no pain.
I calmed him down.

It was going to happen
with or without me.

Sir, you can't do this.
All right, sir?

Let's focus back here,
Mr. Fuñez. Sit down, please.

The boy's body was
not found where you said.

Were you lying about that?

No.

(beeping)

You gonna eat or you gonna play?

(siren wails)

(tires screech)

FBI, gentlemen.

Philip Berelli, you're under arrest
for the murder of Lorenzo Marcellus.

Again?

Don't pull that chain
unless you want the whole dog.

BERELLI: I'll be out
in three hours.

BRICKLE: Not this time, Berelli.

I have Lorenzo,
gold-capped teeth and all.

What did he have to do with the,
uh, Amato child's disappearance?

You know, we have a lot
to talk about, Phil.

BERELLI:
Rat bastard Fuñez.

Couldn't keep his mouth shut
for four more days.

Guess he figured
you can't hurt him

if he's going to be dead
by the middle of next week.

A lot can happen in a week.

Hey.

Good morning.

Have you been
out here all night?

The sun rose every 90 minutes
on the Space Station, Charles.

I find nights to be

exquisitely consoling
back here on Earth.

You were going to wake me
before you were ready to go, right?

I'm just...

I'm not ready for
this, Charles...

I'm not.

Not for any of it.

Larry...

Larry, this is crazy.

This is...
This is nuts.

You're staying at our house.

Look, after months of living
in a metal capsule,

the thought of confined spaces
is simply intolerable to me.

God, I... I don't know
what's going on.

I feel like I'm in some
dream with the ghost Larry,

and I just want to wake up
and talk to the real guy.

Well, perceptive,
as always, Charles.

Well, what...

what's the matter, man?

You can talk to me.
Come on.

Well, I suppose it's all
there in the quipu, isn't it?

There.

That's my first telescope.

I was three years old.

President of the rocket club --
fifth grade.

Docent at the planetarium --
junior high.

Then way over here,

four months and 12 days

on the Space Station.

I entered my dream.

I experienced

transcendence, Charles, okay?

I... My being became
bigger than my body,

it became bigger
than my history.

You see?

And I am loathe
to become small again.

Are we all so bad down here?

The beauty and fragility
of life on Earth,

it takes my breath away.

So what's your problem?

That I will habituate

and lose the vision.

(cell phone ringing)

They need me at the FBI.

Come on.

Hey, spaceman,
welcome back to Earth.

Look at you, buddy.

- Come here, give us some love.
- Hey...

He just wants
to keep a low profile.

He was with me when you called,
so... sounded urgent.

Yeah, I'm sorry.
Absolutely. Yeah.

Um, come on.

I got Don following an
Equivalent Retaliation protocol.

Oh, yeah, Tit for Tat, huh?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Its inventor, Anatol Rappaport,
just passed away.

I read his obit online in space.

That's the guy.

And he passed his poly.

Polygraph is a blunt instrument.

Right. Exactly. So...

Hey. How are you?

- Can I see you for one second?
- DON: Yeah, I'll be right there.

- What's up?
- Yeah, Fuñez.

Agitated, he wants
to see his daughter.

Nuh-uh, not until he gives
us that boy, no way.

Right, right. Listen,
I was thinking maybe

I could take another
run at the ex-wife.

- Yeah?
- If we have the girl,

we have more leverage.

All right, well, take David;
he's been there before.

All right, all right.

DON: I thought you
wanted to see your kid.

You're damn right.

I gave you everything
you asked for.

No, you faked out a polygraph
test, that's all you did.

You gave me your word.

Now, what more do you
want from me?

- DON: I want the truth.
- PONY: I told you the truth!

Yeah, well, the
body wasn't there!

You lied to me!
I'm tired of this!

(knocking)

Guy's a liar, a con!

He should have his head cracked!

You're awfully emotional.

Yeah, you bet.

Look, you're in
a death spiral, all right?

That's what we call
a Grim Trigger Strategy.

Mm-hmm.

All right, he lied,
you're never gonna forgive him,

that's it, that's game over.

Yeah, fine, good, game over.

Can I tell you the best way
to get out of a negative spiral?

Tit for two Tats.

- Are you kidding me?
- No.

You cooperate twice in a row,

despite his defection,
you give him something he wants.

You're at a dead end, man.

You might as well
test the theory.

Yeah, all right.

Turn it over.

Thank you.

Where's that boy, Pony?

I told you all I know.

DAVID: Brickle, this woman
does not want her daughter

in the same room
with Fuñez. Okay?

She's made that
abundantly clear.

If it means he confesses more
murder, she may be persuaded.

I just want to talk to her.

What name's she using now?

Renee Moreno.

What are you looking at?

Got a red SUV,

he's been following us
for a few miles now.

- You're kidding.
- No.

You're not kidding.

It could be Berelli's men,

hoping we'll lead them
to the ex-wife's house.

We have agents guarding them.

Yeah, I'll call up ahead.

Hey, it's David Sinclair...

(crash)

(tires screeching)

Are you serious?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

No, no, no, no, no.

Hey! Hey!

Hold on!

(yells)

(tires screeching, crash)

They're trying to kill us.

- You okay?
- Yeah, go, go, go.

It's not working! Let's go!
We got to get out of here!

They got a gun!

Go, go, go, go!
They got a gun!

Get down! Stay down!
My phone!

(yells)

We got to do something,

'cause the Congressman's about
to call a press conference,

and the Governor's office is
saying turn up something concrete

or else hand over
Fuñez for execution.

All right, just give me
a minute, would you?

Look, I mean, I'm out of time.

It's so odd -- he wants
his daughter back,

he seems to cooperate,
he's not trying to escape.

DON: Screw it.

You know, I'm sick of trying to
get in this freak's head anyway.

Psychology is a step or two
behind neuroscience these days.

Meaning?

fMRI.

Functional Magnetic
Resonance Imaging.

Yeah, it's a brain scan.

LARRY: Deception
requires more energy --

i.e. more blood to the brain --
than truth telling,

which is a simpler task.

You can tell if he's lying?

CHARLIE: The fMRI can
detect even partial truths.

- Well, can we get one?
- Oh, that could be challenging.

The magnet weighs over two tons.

I'm not sure your
elevators could handle that.

One at CalSci's
kept in the basement.

(knock at door)

I need to talk to you.

All right.

Set it up.

DAVID:
Run!

Move!

This way! Go!

Move!

Hey, all due respect, sir,

you are making this more
volatile than it has to be.

My wife is tortured night and day
with thoughts of my son's death.

I understand.

I will do anything
to give her peace.

I don't care if I
make a fool of myself,

I don't care if I make
the situation more volatile.

Sir, this is our last chance to find
out what happened to your son!

Now, I can only move this
prisoner with FBI personnel.

If you insist on coming,
I'm gonna have to call it off!

Now, I will call you as soon
as I know anything, all right?

You'll have to excuse me
for one second.

Hey.

We're ready to transport Fuñez.

You know where David is?

He's with Brickle,
talking to the ex-wife.

Get down!

You have your cell phone on you?

It's in my briefcase.

It's not here,
it's back in my briefcase.

You've been shot in the
arm; you're bleeding.

(groans)

- That feel any better?
- Yeah, it's fine.

You know how to use a gun?

Point and click?

More or less.
You don't waste any shots.

We don't have
a lot of ammo, okay?

Take it.

This thing have a safety?

- No.
- Great.

All right, come on, move.

That way. Go, go!

Quiet.

Stay down.

DAVID: These guys are crazy.
They're coming after us now?

I've got all of
Berelli's RICO files.

He kills me,
his case gets postponed...

Shh!

for months while another
AUSA gets up to speed.

Meanwhile, his
lawyers get him out,

and he skips the country.

So if I give you up,
I can go home?

Just kidding. Let's go.

Come on.

This all seems familiar.

Larry, you've only been
gone four and a half months.

Larry?

Hi!

- He's lost some bone strength.
- Hi.

Just six percent.

Oh.

It's...

(chuckles)

It's so wonderful to see you.

Thank you.

I set up the fMRI with Quartz.

- Cool.
- Oh, I...

Good thing it's a Saturday,
or we couldn't pull this caper off, huh?

Hey, uh, just...

I cleared the whole building --

faculty, students --
for two hours, all right?

That should give us enough time to
explore this convicted felon's neurons

- and get him out, no?
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.
- Great.

- Listen, would you mind if we...
- Go this way...

Larry? Larry's here?

Larry!

Welcome back.

Millie. Oh, so good
to see you. Oh!

- Bones!
- Bones!

Bones?

Just some demineralization of
the skeleton, due to microgravity.

Aw...

- How are you, Mildred?
- I'm good.

And look at you; you look great.
We are so proud of you.

We are going to throw you
the party of your life, Mister.

Actually, I think I'd prefer
everyone just kind of

pretend I'm not here, which
is not altogether untrue.

MILLIE:
No, no, no, no, no.

It's on us. We're
so proud of you.

(whispers)
Down, down.

Quiet.

(loud clank)

DAVID (whispers):
Hey, be quiet!

(screaming)
Move!

Down, down!

No, this way!

Go!

Down!

Stay calm, Brickle, all right?

- I will get you out of here.
- All right.

- Are you ready?
- Ready for what?

Wh-What's the plan?

Gonna run and shoot.

That's all you have to do.

- All right, let's go.
- Wait.

Hold on a second.

What?

- All right, let's go.
- Go!

David's still not
answering up on his radio.

30 minutes.

Find him.

Ready.

Look, Pony,

I want you to describe
to me where you were.

On a hill off Highway 126,
near Castaic.

(beep)

- Truthful.
- Hmm.

PONY:
Walking down the hill.

Could see the moon out.

It looked pretty good.

- (trilling)
- Truthful.

What day did the boy go missing?

January 13, uh,

'97.

DON:
Then what happened?

I talked to the boy
about the Man in the Moon.

(trilling)

When he looked up,

I broke his neck.

(beeps)
Truthful.

PONY:
But, you know, he never felt it.

Never felt a thing. He...

He-he wasn't scared.

January 13, 1997...

was a new moon,

meaning there was no moon.

Rain all throughout
L.A. County.

His brain activity shows
no signs of deception.

That's only possible if
there's some sort of...

Confabulation.

He's constructed a memory
that he believes is real.

He's fooling the machines
because he's fooling himself.

May I?

Yeah. Just, uh,
hit this button.

Mr. Fuñez,

it was raining the night
Randy Amato was killed.

And there was no moon.

PONY: What-what...?
What are you saying?

(trilling)

(beeping)

(grunts)

(gunfire)

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(gunshot)

(grunts)

(gunshots)

I'm out. Point and shoot!

Point and shoot!

(gunshots and groaning)

Hey, get up.
Listen!

I need to get you
out of here. Let's go.

We have to get to a phone.

There's no phone,
there's no help.

We need another plan.

(panting)

It wasn't raining.

How-how...
How can that be?

Only one body was found
on that hill.

Yeah.

Lorenzo Marcellus was killed
in the summer of '94.

And on a dry, moonlit
night, no doubt.

He's constructing his memory
based on partial truths.

Pony, did you kill
Lorenzo Marcellus on that hill?

No.

- (beep)
- That was Berelli.

Me and Berelli set up Marcellus.

Berelli had Marcellus thinking
they were there to kill me.

Berelli said, uh,
"Look up at the moon."

I looked up,
Marcellus looked up.

Then Berelli shot him.

Never saw it coming.

(beeping)

Where's the boy, Pony?

DON: It was raining.
There was no moon.

Uh...

Look, no.

Hey, uh, I got
to get out of here.

You got to get me out
of this thing. I gotta...

- Calm down!
- No! I got to get out of this thing.

Right now,
I don't like being in here.

You gotta get me
out of here right now

I'm gonna break this,
break this damn thing!

Get me out of here!
Let me out...

All right, all right, all right.
Relax!

I'm going to break it.

Just calm down. You remember
what happened, don't you?

(gasps)
Huh?

(panting)

The kid was so scared.

That kid was so scared,
he was freaking out, and, uh...

I mean, he peed his pants,
and I couldn't do it, man.

I could not kill that kid,
I couldn't do it.

Uh-huh.

Berelli laughed at me,
and he shot him.

Where's the body?

I don't know. I don't know
where the body...

- I don't know.
- Yeah, you do, Pony.

Where's that body?!

It was muddy.

Mud was everywhere.

It-it was raining.

Berelli... shot the kid...

...and stuck him
in a drainpipe.

He stuck him in a drainpipe.

BRICKLE:
Okay, wait just...

No, you can't keep going.

Just stop, okay?

You're hurt. You're
losing too much blood.

Stay still. Just stop
moving for a second.

I got to stop the bleeding.

Make a run for it.
Find a phone.

I'm going to get help.

I'm going to come back, okay?

And you're going to be fine.

Toss it!
Toss it!

It's in your best interest.

You don't know how much
I want to shoot you right now.

Put it on the ground!

I was running out
of things to say.

Grab his weapon.

Go on.
All right.

Hands on your head.
Right now.

(laughs)

No one will ever,

ever believe this.

(laughing)

(laughs)

(panting)

Hi.

I'm Don Eppes with the FBI.

Did they move him
to San Quentin?

Uh, in a few hours.

Mom, please let me see him.

Listen, I, um...

I thought you should know that

he did something today
for someone else,

and, you know, despite who he is
and what he's done,

it was really a decent thing.

And he-he did it
for your daughter.

DAVID:
Hey, Granger, man,

next time I don't answer
my phone, do me a favor.

Just call the cavalry.

Yeah? What if
you're having sex, huh?

- Yeah, point taken.
- Yeah.

Brickle, so, you're kind of
the hero, huh? How's that feel?

Phew! I'm never leaving
my office again.

That's for sure.

(laughter)
Unless you're with me.

♪ Gravity ♪

I go in there?

You have about a half an hour.

You all right?

Mm-hmm.

DON:
All right.

♪ And gravity ♪

Hi.

Hi.

♪ Oh, I'll never know ♪

♪ What makes this man ♪

♪ With all the love ♪

LUCY:
Um...

I'm Lucy.

Pony.

Pretty.

Thank you.

♪ Whoa, whoa, gravity ♪

Sorry.

It's o... It's okay.

♪ And gravity ♪

♪ Wants to bring me down ♪

(exhales loudly)

♪ Oh, twice as much ♪

♪ Ain't twice as good ♪

♪ And can't sustain ♪

♪ Like one half could ♪

♪ It's wanting more ♪

♪ That's gonna
send me to my knees... ♪

ALAN: So, why did Fuñez confess
to killing the boy

when he didn't do it?

He couldn't tolerate the thought
of what really happened,

so he created a false memory.

But wasn't
that false memory worse?

LARRY: Well,
but not for the boy.

You know, Pony comforted himself
with the delusion that

he was providing the child
a better death.

Now, granted, that better death

took place all
in his own mind, but...

♪ Than his heart can stand ♪

ALAN: Hey, Larry,
it's good to see you back.

Oh, thank you.

No, I'm delighted
to see you both,

truly I am, more than I can say,

and I thank you
for indulging my apprehension

of walls and ceilings by
dining al fresco like this.

Well, you're going to have
to get over that, Larry.

You have to find a place
to sleep, don't you?

Well, you know,
I was rather hoping

for a spot over near
the koi pond tonight.

(laughs)

I think I have a better idea.

Oh, Charles, I'm moved.

Yeah, you know, get
you a reading light.

Maybe a little computer table.
How about that?

Well, you know, I should
mention, starting tomorrow,

- I do have a place to stay.
- Really? Where?

Well, I have secured
a small but rather

spiritually spacious cell
at a monastery in Altadena.

You're becoming a monk?

No, no, nothing
so dramatic as that.

No. The monastery allows the
public to go on retreats there,

and I just thought
I needed some time to...

Transition for reentry.

That's it. Well,
you know something, Charles?

All my life, I have looked
to the cosmological for meaning,

and that outward focus --

it's given me quite a ride,

but I just... now,
I-I feel the need to...

explore the universe
of a single mind.

My own.

Well, Altadena's only,
what, a...

a ten-minute drive from CalSci.

Well, or a 20-minute walk.

Of course, no cars.

No 1931 Ford Roadster,

but I would like
to know what it's like

to live without obsessions.

White food?

Oh, that would be difficult.

But, yes.

You know, I might
well include greens.

♪ Just keep me
where the light is... ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Come on, keep me
where the light is ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Come on, keep me where... ♪