It's been nearly a week since veteran investigative reporter Bonnie Parks was reported missing.
Now the FBI has joined the investigation into her disappearance.
Bureau officials have been tight-lipped about their involvement, saying it's too soon to comment.
So, for now, Parks' whereabouts and fate remain a mystery.
The security guard called in the plates after he realized the car had been here a couple of days.
Checked out surveillance video.
It shows Bonnie Parks entered the lot at 10:08 Tuesday morning.
Are we sure it was her?
No question. From what I can tell, she was alone.
Joining me is Professor Charles Eppes, a CalSci mathematician who frequently consults for the FBI.
Are you here to help the FBI find Bonnie Parks?
You know what? I'm not at liberty to say.
It's an ongoing investigation.
Your brother Special Agent Don Eppes is the lead investigator on the case.
You've done your homework.
Uh, I hope to help in whatever way I can.
Hopefully, we can find out what happened to her.
DAVID: Interviewed shop owners and employees.
Some remember her from TV, but no one actually remembers seeing her.
COLBY: Surveillance cameras never picked her up entering, so she didn't even make it into the mall.
In a missing persons case like this there's any number of analyses we can perform.
For instance, we know Miss Parks' car was recovered at the San Marino Mall.
Based on traffic-flow patterns, I can construct a probable egress path away from that area.
Maybe she was followed, maybe she was meeting a source.
Yeah. I mean, all we know is she rolled in the parking lot Tuesday morning at 10:08; she parked her car...
Then she vanished.
CHARLIE: We know that Miss Parks -- through her work -- made a number of enemies.
We can mathematically evaluate each of those enemies to determine what thr*at they might pose.
But it's still early and still gathering data.
REPORTER: Is your presence here going to be the difference between finding or not finding Bonnie Parks?
CHARLIE: I hope to find her, if that's what you mean.
It's a cardinal rule: you don't discuss an ongoing investigation.
ALAN: Don, I don't really think he disclosed that much about the case.
Well, Dad, the Assistant Director thinks different.
I'm really sorry.
Well, it doesn't matter, Charlie, you're sorry; the damage is done.
Where are you going?
To CalSci to do the work that I didn't do because I was helping Don.
He's not one of your agents.
You know that, right?
(sighs) Forget about it. It's nothing.
Thanks, dopey.
I don't really need to see while I'm driving.
Gee.
All right, fine. You know what? Go ahead. Go ahead.
(tires squeal)
(tires squealing)
What do you want?
(knock at door)
I come beseechingly.
In my effort to rid my office of clutter, I may have dispensed with certain staple items, my copy of Fisher & Boyd being one of them.
You want to borrow mine.
Here. Ah.
(knock at door)
Oh, hey, Larry. Hey.
Charlie.
Did you sleep here last night?
Uh... yeah.
I didn't realize you had so much work.
I would have helped. It wasn't work.
I think I was kind of being followed last night.
What do you mean? Where?
In my car on the way here.
I'm probably just being paranoid.
Maybe you accidentally cut somebody off in traffic.
I mean, your driving is questionable.
There's nothing wrong with my driving.
So the chorus of car horns that follows in your wake...
(both laughing)
What is that? A spontaneous phenomenon?
Um, did you talk to Don?
What did he say?
(sighs) Don...
I'm supposed to be at the FBI right now.
Ah, great.
This is one more thing for him to give me crap about.
Charles, is everything all right?
PARKS: Despite assurances from all six of the Mexican pharmacies we visited, our investigation found that nearly half of all the dr*gs dispensed to American patients were either mislabeled, expired or placebo, a dangerous health fraud that could have serious, even fatal consequences.
The woman's got guts.
In the last six years, she's taken on just about everybody: the Mexican Mafia, crooked Border Patrol agents, bad cops, judges, mayors.
So she's got plenty of enemies.
Yeah, I counted 28 companies or individuals who have reason to go after her for revenge.
I mean, either went to jail, forced to pay huge fines, or kicked out of office.
I think I can find a way to narrow your choices.
Yeah, you mentioned that in your interview.
Yeah, among other things.
Uh, it's called an asymmetric thr*at assessment.
We've done thr*at assessments before, but I think I can use this one to analyze and calculate motive.
But Charlie, all 28 of the suspects are presumably after the same thing: that's revenge, right?
Yeah, that's true, but each suspect is motivated to a different degree.
You know that carnival game where you sh**t a squirt g*n into a clown's mouth to fill up a balloon?
An asymmetric thr*at assessment allows us to measure the factors that feed motive in each suspect just like the mechanism in the game measures the flow of water into each clown's mouth.
It doesn't matter if the suspects all have the same motive.
We just have to find the one case in which motive has been fed to the point where the suspect eventually pops.
And that only considers the suspects that pose a thr*at to Bonnie Parks.
Just as important are the people who are afraid of her, who she threatens.
You mean anyone she's investigating who has something to hide.
Do we know what she was working on?
No, not yet.
We have a meeting set with her producer.
All right, good.
Well, you know what to do and we know what to do, so let's get to it.
You coming?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Hand me the nine-sixteenths, will ya?
(metallic clanging)
There you go.
Hey, what's goin' on?
Ah, the filter pump's been making some horrible sounds lately.
I'm surprised you hadn't noticed.
Yeah, no, I did. I just been busy.
Hey, Charlie. Ray?
Dad, you called a tenured university professor to come and fix the koi pond.
Relax, your dad mentioned the trouble the other day after class, I volunteered. You know I like to get my hands dirty.
Looks like the bearings are sh*t.
Really?
Well, they're easy to replace, huh?
Yeah, but you might want to get a new pump.
Old one like this, it's inefficient.
Gobbles power like a South American dictator.
Matter of fact, couple things you could do to green this old place up a little.
Probably save money in the long run, do the planet a favor at the same time.
What are you talking about?
Charlie drives a hybrid. We're already doing our part.
To tell you the truth, yeah.
It's something I've been thinking about.
No, come on. The house is fine.
I mean, it's old, but it works, you know, mostly.
I mean, it's a lot like me.
(laughing)
Well, you can see she hardly ever uses it.
Where does she work?
At home probably. I don't know.
She's always real secretive during her investigations.
She would work alone until it was time to start sh**ting.
So you don't know who she was currently investigating?
No.
How about someone in her personal life?
Is there anybody there who might be able to tell us?
If she had a personal life.
Here's the thing.
Bonnie was always just about her work.
She was an absolute professional, but I never saw her try to make friends or even try to be liked.
"101st Airborne."
I used to bunk with some of these guys in Afghanistan.
That's her younger brother's.
He was k*lled in Iraq.
What about a computer?
She have a laptop maybe she takes with her to work?
Bonnie doesn't use computers.
She doesn't trust that they are secure.
So she writes everything out by hand.
She's old school.
Yeah, which means we go old school.
Check this out. I can see indentations.
Can you make anything out?
No, but maybe somebody at the lab can.
What do you think happened to Bonnie?
I mean, do you think she's still alive?
I really, really wanted to sneak up on you and yell, "Boo!"
But I thought it might not be the best idea right now.
Yeah, I appreciate the restraint.
You have no idea.
This thr*at assessment?
Yeah, it's for Don's missing reporter.
It's running, but I keep reworking the algorithm.
It's a pretty large value for N.
She had a lot of enemies.
Why does Alan keep grumbling about Ray trying to ruin the house?
You know, I'm not sure because all Ray's saying is that he wants to make the house a little more eco-friendly and get off the grid a little, so...
And Alan's against that?
Wasn't he the biggest activist hippie in the '60s?
City planning's all about efficiency.
It doesn't make any sense.
(computer beeping)
Charlie...
Your computer's done.
Oh.
All right.
I'm gonna take this over to Don.
You want me to ride with you?
No.
Are you sure? I'll be fine by myself.
(computer beeping)
DON: What's that, the parking lot?
Yep.
Everything that entered or left the mall the morning she pulled in.
Any license plate I can read, I'm running it.
That's a lot of plates.
Yeah. So far, she could be stashed in any one of these.
The guys at the lab had no problem pulling off what was on those pads we found in her office.
It was kind of interesting. Take a look at it.
It's, um, it's just numbers.
There's two full pages of it.
Yeah?
Any theories what they are?
Could be some kind of code.
Maybe we should get Charlie on that.
Yeah, all right. I'll give him a call.
Maybe we're looking at this whole thing wrong.
Most of the time with disappearances like this, right, it always comes back something personal.
You know, you got a spouse, ex-spouse, you got an angry boyfriend.
Yeah, but that's the thing. I mean, I checked.
There's just, there's no one in her life.
There isn't anybody.
This is the last time anyone saw her, right?
Where is she now?
CHARLIE: Hello?
Look, I need you to take a look at some numbers.
Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way down there right now.
I just finished my thr*at analysis.
Yeah? Anything?
No. No, nothing unusual.
No one stands out.
Really? Of all the people she took down?
Where are you?
Charlie?
Hey, can you hear me? Are you there?
(sighs) Yeah, uh, you know, I'm sorry.
Yeah. I'll be there in, like, 15 minutes, okay?
All right. All righty, bye.
(tires screeching)
(gasps)
No!
Oh, God!
(tires squeal)
(horn beeping continuously)
Hey, you all right?! I'm all right. It's all right.
Well, you're gonna see a doctor.
I mean I don't care what he says.
Believe me, I'm not gonna refuse any medical attention.
This actually kind of smarts.
Let me see. Hey, Charlie, you have any idea who might have tried to do this?
I couldn't see them that well.
Think about it for a second.
Anybody hanging out weird on campus?
Maybe at any of your book signings?
Did you flunk any students or get in any fights with any of them, anything like that?
No, my students aren't trying to k*ll me, although sometimes it seems like they are.
That wasn't the first time I saw that truck.
I think he followed me last night.
What are you talking about? Why didn't you tell me?
Because you were already so pissed off about my interview.
Charlie...
So I just didn't tell you.
Come on, Charlie. You can come to me with anything.
Hey, guys, let me talk to you for a minute.
Yeah.
Charlie gave a description of the truck to the cops: silver pickup, fog lights, body work on the right front fender and hood.
All right, so?
The same truck was at the San Marino Mall the morning Bonnie Parks disappeared.
SINCLAIR: Are you sure?
I saw it on the video.
It pulled out of the parking lot only a couple minutes after she pulled in.
Why are they going after Charlie?
They saw his interview.
They knew he was working the case.
He's an easy target. He doesn't sh**t back.
I want someone on him 24-7, all right?
CHARLIE: Come on, man. Now this is ridiculous.
There's not gonna be anybody in my office.
Charlie, you really can't be too careful.
You're wrong.
This is proof right here that you can be too careful.
Charlie, if anything happened to you on my watch, Don would have my head.
Okay?
Let me do my job. It's clear.
Thank you. Did you bring the numbers?
AMITA: What numbers?
What is that?
It's a list of numbers we found in Bonnie Parks' office.
Charlie, you're not still working on this case?
Why wouldn't I be?
Do I really need to explain this to you?
What happened shouldn't change anything.
In fact, I'd rather just forget it happened at all.
Oh, that's a very rational plan.
I mean, it really works for ostriches.
Charlie, please, you should not be working...
I have to!
Okay.
Hey, if I could have ducked out during the middle of that, I would have.
Yeah... me, too.
Her brother Clay was k*lled by an IED three years ago.
The last family she had.
Everything all right?
Man, you can't blame yourself.
I mean, what if they'd hit him?
They didn't.
Well, we just gotta find out who she was after, all right?
Her editor said she didn't do much work in her office, but it certainly seems like she didn't do much here, either.
All right, well, let's get out of here.
I'm thinking about sticking around for a little bit.
I kind of get this feeling there's something more to her that everybody's missing.
Maybe I can figure it out, you know?
All right, good.
I'll see you back at the office.
♪♪
♪ I'm coming up only ♪
♪ To hold you under ♪ You about ready?
Would you check focus?
'Cause the last one was a little soft to me.
♪ To show you wrong ♪
♪ And to know you is hardly wonder ♪
It was November.
Judge Booth was still presiding over the m*rder trial when he lured the defendant's wife Dennis to this...
(laughing)
I'm sorry. It was supposed to be "Denise," not "Dennis."
I think we should do that over again. What do you think?
♪ Ooh... ♪
Come on. Come on.
This is crazy having a bodyguard.
I mean, do you really have to lurk like that?
I have a better vantage point from back here.
I can see more. More what?
Come on.
Charlie, please.
Charlie, can we get where we're going, please?
Charlie, I just heard.
You should have called me last night.
It's not that big a deal, all right? I'm fine.
Amita's of a contrary opinion.
She came to see me.
She wants me to dissuade you from staying on this case.
I got to say I tend to agree with her.
Hey, Eppes, check it out.
The very latest in home photovoltaics.
You thinking of going solar here?
Can we take this inside the office maybe?
Not out here.
Agent Sinclair, what are you doing over there?
He's getting a better vantage point.
Somebody tried to k*ll Charlie last night.
Can we not?
No offense, but if you got to get a FBI bodyguard, why not get that hot one we worked with -- Agent Reeves?
Pretty sure she was digging me.
You know, actually, Ray, Agent Reeves -- or Megan -- and I -- we're, we're kind of involved.
(laughs)
You serious?
Yeah, I am.
And a little less incredulity on your part would be appreciated.
No, Larry, sorry.
It's just how often do women like that get involved with guys like us?
Nice going.
Okay, well, thank you.
(loud crash)
You okay?
I'm fine.
And I'm really sick of having to tell everybody that.
Hey. Hey, Donnie.
Didn't expect to see you.
Everything all right with Charlie?
Yeah, David's with him.
You know, Dad... I'm kind of thinking that maybe he shouldn't work for me anymore.
Well, I can't say that wouldn't be safer.
No, it's not just that. It's...
What is it?
You and Mom -- you sacrificed so much for him to do something great, you know.
And what, you think he's supposed to be doing something better than what you do?
Yeah.
You know, uh... none of us can tell where Charlie's path to greatness might take him.
I mean, even the FBI might be part of it.
Besides, he likes working with you.
I don't think you could stop him.
I don't know...
Oh, and Donnie... we all made those sacrifices for Charlie, especially you.
(clattering)
(beep)
(phone dialing)
(line ringing)
DON: Eppes.
Hey, Don, she gets two power bills delivered here.
One's for an address down in the warehouse district.
Maybe that's where she does her work.
I need the address. I'm coming from the house.
It's 819 Third Street, #104.
(men conversing indistinctly)
MAN: Guys, let's get out of here.
FBI! Don't move!
Man, it's cool.
(siren blaring)
You all right? Yeah.
Yeah, 819 East Third.
That was the truck that Charlie described, right?
Yeah.
You know what, I'm pretty sure I wounded a second one of those guys.
You all right? You good?
Yeah, probably more lucky than good, but... I'm fine.
Those guys were clearing out Bonnie's place.
Take a look at this.
It's more of those lists of numbers like we found in her office.
Got stuff on this guy named Richard Taylor.
Richard Taylor?
He's a big real estate developer.
I wonder if that's who she was investigating.
Wait a minute.
This guy was one of the guys who just took off in the truck.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm positive.
This is getting closer, but we still have to make better use of the plaza space here.
The traffic flow along the boulevard...
Taylor?
You or any of your people ever come near my family again, I'm going to tear you apart. You hear me?
Yeah, I don't know you.
That's you.
This guy tried to k*ll my brother last night.
What, some guys walks up to me on the street, you take a picture, that's supposed to be proof of something?
Take it as a warning, pal.
Let me tell you something.
I started in this business swinging a hammer when I was 15.
I got to deal with Mafia, unions, extortion scams.
You don't scare me.
Next time you see me it's going to be to lock your ass up.
Is that one of the guys who came after me?
Yeah. You recognize him?
I couldn't really see anything when it was happening.
I'm sorry.
You don't have anything to feel sorry about, okay?
It's just a little weird, you know, he's dead now.
Charlie, look, that guy's dead because he sh*t at me.
I had no choice but to sh**t back.
A-DIC's been looking for you.
I just spent 20 minutes getting chewed out by him.
That wasn't a smart move, Don -- threatening Taylor.
Yeah, I know that, David. Thank you very much.
All right.
Well, we put some information together on Taylor, so...
All right.
COLBY: His firm's working on this massive redevelopment project.
I got restaurants, movie theaters, condos, the whole bit.
DON: Yeah, yeah, I saw it. It's this model right here.
And to the city, this thing makes Taylor look like a big hero -- bringing a revenue center to a formerly blighted area.
Right. The thing is, Bonnie Parks doesn't see him that way.
She's been talking with mostly poor local residents who've all been forced out to make room for the development, and they've been terrorized by Taylor's thugs.
Forced them to sell.
Here's the thing: his project's not free and clear yet.
He's still waiting on a big vote from the zoning commission.
Can't afford any organized opposition to his project.
Right. And especially not bad press.
I mean, if Bonnie does the exposé and shows what Taylor's been up to...
It gets voted down and he loses the beaucoup bucks.
DAVID: And there's your motive.
The problem is if Bonnie had any kind of proof, you know... it's not here.
We're working this guy, right?
Yeah, we still have the number streams, too.
Charlie, have you had any luck with those?
I, uh... I'm still working on it.
Okay, well, sooner would be better than later if she's still out there somewhere.
What about a downturn analysis approach?
Downturn analysis would require that I know what I'm analyzing, and I don't, so that's the problem.
But we know it's got to have something to do with Taylor's development, right?
So what if it's a list of investors or, I don't know...
Okay, okay, here's another idea.
Admittedly, it's tangential, but seeing as how it would appear you're at an impasse...
I'm not at an impasse.
Would... will you just give me a moment to think, please?
Whoa, how's it coming?
Well, we haven't cracked it yet, if that's what you mean.
It would appear Charles' patience is taxed as well as his aptitude.
I'm right here, Lawrence.
Is there anything I can do to help?
Sure you want to be involved in this?
If my help will make it go away any faster, yes.
Look, she wouldn't have made this list of numbers if they weren't important.
I mean, she's too deliberate and focused for that.
You sound like you know her.
Hey, the Eppes' garage has become a CalSci faculty club.
Look what I got.
Third gen electric solar sheet incorporating semiconductor quantum dots and nanoparticles.
Thought I'd throw my sales pitch at your dad.
He's in the kitchen.
I'll go with you.
Don, I'm running down Colby's dead guy, Randall Platt.
Dude had more than a dozen arrests, right?
Half the time his bail was posted by his brother-in-law Sonny Leyva.
Guess what Sonny drives.
A silver pickup?
Yeah, I had LAPD do a roll by his apartment.
Truck's right out front.
You call SWAT? Already suiting up.
David? We're good to go.
All right, here we go.
FBI! Don't move!
Get down! Turn around! On your knees!
On your knees!
Cuff him.
Don't move!
That's the guy Colby sh*t.
Oh, he's dead.
They're clear in there.
You've got loads of south-facing roof, which is the optimal angle for gathering sunlight.
Sunlight?
Most of the roof is shaded by trees.
So we'll trim the trees a little. It's not a big deal.
And you've got space for at least 50 panels, which is enough probably to generate
50 kilowatt-hours on a good sunny Pasadena day.
Yeah, but that's more than we use.
So how sweet would it be to see the electric meter spinning backwards?
Hey, guys, I'm all for going green, saving the planet, and all that, but Charlie and I got some work to do.
I can't.
I can't. You saw I tried.
So let's go on back there and let's try again...
Colby, it won't do any good!
Charlie, there's a woman out there -- Bonnie, she may or may not be alive, but the fact is, we got to keep working on this.
Yeah, and you don't think I know that, right?
You don't think I'm aware of the stakes!
I can't do it. Colby, I...
My mind won't think. I...
I look at my boards and it's all out of focus.
I can't do it. I can't.
So just stop asking me, all right?
Please.
DAVID: Your silence isn't going to help you, Sonny.
It's only going to get you in deeper, you know that, right?
DON: See, that's you leaving the San Marino Mall eight minutes after Bonnie Parks pulled in.
You and your friends had her stuffed down on the floor, didn't you?
Sonny, let me tell you something.
It's not you I'm after, you hear me?
It's Taylor I want.
How long do you think it's going to take for us to put this whole thing together?
Do yourself a favor, man. Earn yourself some points.
It might help you avoid the death penalty.
Death penalty?
Oh, man, I didn't k*ll nobody.
You saying Bonnie Parks is still alive?
Yeah, last time I checked.
Wait a minute.
So Richard Taylor only needed her out of the way until he got that vote from the zoning commission.
That's right, isn't it?
He asked you guys to stash her away somewhere for a few weeks.
Where is she? She's safe.
She's safe, man.
But without me, she ain't got no food, right?
She ain't got no water, man.
Now I can't tell you how much longer she going to last like that.
Uh-huh, so what are you after? I walk.
Free and clear. You give me that...
I'll tell you where she is.
No way. It's not going to happen.
Then the body's on you, man -- not on me.
You've either got a lot of guts or very little brains coming back here.
What I got is Sonny Leyva.
Last time you said if you came back, you'd be locking me up.
So where are the cuffs?
No, I just thought it'd be more fun to watch you sweat.
'Cause you know when I find Bonnie she's gonna finger Sonny.
And there's no way that Sonny's gonna be doing a kidnapping rap on his own.
Sorry I'm not sweating.
Sure you are.
You know Sonny's gonna roll on you.
For that, you need Bonnie alive.
And I just don't think you're gonna find her in time.
What are we doing here?
When I was being held on that freighter and they had me handcuffed and Lancer was sticking me with needles, there's one thing that kept me going.
That was knowing that my team was coming for me.
No matter how screwed up things had gotten, that you and David and Megan and Don were working hard and you were going to come through that door.
The thing is, Bonnie Parks, she doesn't have a team.
She's got nobody.
And she's locked up, handcuffed, in the dark, I don't know what.
But what I do know is that I want to be the one who comes through that door for her.
I want to help you.
But I cannot control what's going on in my head.
You don't understand.
That's the thing, Charlie. I do understand.
'Cause I went through this exact same thing when I first saw combat in Afghanistan.
You have to talk about the att*ck -- every detail, every memory, every thought that went through your head when it was happening.
You can't keep it all locked inside of your head.
You can't just keep going around telling everybody you're fine.
Well, obviously, I'm not fine.
That's why you got to do something about it.
It doesn't matter how scared you were.
Doesn't matter if you wet your pants, man.
There's nobody out here who's gonna hear it.
I was just... driving.
I'd just hung up the phone with Don.
I saw some taillights up ahead.
It was only out of the corner of my eye that I realized it was...
My heart started racing.
I was scared.
♪♪
♪♪
Real estate.
The numbers describe individual properties.
Yeah, ten-digit property ID numbers, square footage, track numbers, assessed values, only they're all obscured.
Yeah, Bonnie Parks had somebody inside the county assessor's office feeding her information.
All this information is in the public record.
Why would she bother to disguise it with a code?
Well, we think Bonnie realized there was something wrong with the numbers, but she didn't know what it was.
Yeah, here's the thing about property values: they're not independent from one house to the next.
Right, the value of your house is related to what your neighbor can get for his.
Right, in fact, property values behave has similarly to, let's say, a rope of buoys strung across a pool.
If you apply force to a particular buoy pulling it down toward the bottom, that buoy will in turn exert a force on its neighboring buoys, pulling them down as well.
Now at the same time, those neighboring buoys will help hold up the weighted buoy.
It's an interconnected system.
Each buoy's function, each property's value, they're only semi-autonomous.
You said she found something wrong with the numbers, right?
Well, Richard Taylor found a way to underassess the home prices.
He was able to artificially undervalue all the properties in the area that he wanted to develop.
Essentially, he was able to submerge the entire line of buoys.
That would save him millions as he bought back those properties.
Hundreds of millions, potentially.
Okay, now if Bonnie Parks was gonna expose him, that'd be more than just bad press, right?
I mean, we're talking about major real estate fraud.
Good job, Charlie, man, thanks.
How much longer do you think she has?
No way to know.
All right, Sonny and his thugs, they were hired to stash Bonnie somewhere, right?
Where would they put her?
Well, I mean, Taylor's company owns 46 properties.
There's no way they'd stash her on one of those.
It's too risky.
Too much chance she'd be heard or seen.
Hold on.
Bonnie's list has 49 properties.
You just said 46.
Yeah, you're right.
I mean, he owns three other ones that we excluded from the list
'cause they weren't part of the appraisal scam.
All right, where are they?
Well, they're rural tracts.
That's isolated, man.
That's a good place to hide somebody, right?
Yeah, this one's just raw acreage, though.
There's nowhere to put her.
(typing, computer trills)
Yep, that one, too.
Come on.
(computer trilling)
Wait a minute. There we go.
There's an old house.
♪♪
♪ Really too late to call ♪
♪ So we wait for ♪ Anything?
Anyone? Nothing.
She's not here.
(grunts loudly)
It's all right, man. We're gonna find her, okay?
It's just not this one.
Where, David? This was it.
♪ To know me as hardly golden ♪ Guys, wait. Hang on a second.
Guys, wait a minute. Stop moving.
(distant clank)
It's coming from below us, in the basement.
♪ And every occasion, I'll be ready for the funeral ♪ Shh!
Do you hear that? Back there.
♪ Every occasion once more ♪
(muffled screaming)
♪ Is called the funeral ♪
(muffled screaming continues)
Bonnie! My name is Colby, FBI.
(coughs)
You okay?
I wasn't sure you'd hear me.
Yeah, we heard you.
Let me get that.
Think you can stand up?
Let me give you a hand. No.
I can make it.
Don't touch me.
♪ I'm coming up only to show you down for it ♪
(sighs)
I'm sure what she meant to say was "thanks."
♪ I'm coming up only to show you wrong. ♪
Phase one and phase two are ready to go.
We're waiting...
Oh come on, Eppes.
I don't have time for you. Give it a rest already.
This is a warrant for your arrest.
Here we go.
We found Bonnie.
(handcuffs tightening) And Sonny did roll, just like I promised you he would.
You're not sweating there, are you?
This is crap.
It's nothing but a personal vendetta.
Yeah, you got that right.
Let's go.
GALUSKI: Structurally, you're in great shape.
These panels weigh next to nothing.
We'd barely have to modify the roof at all.
Modify the roof?
First, we're talking about trimming a few trees.
Now we're going to modify the roof.
It's just a little reinforcement.
These solar panels are lightweight.
It seems simple enough.
ALAN: I still don't see why Charlie feels the need to change everything.
Alan, it's just the roof.
"Just the roof," huh?
Yeah, that's the roof that Donnie and I put up after their mother d*ed.
What happens when we have to tear apart the walls to put in that new heating system?
Look, I-I didn't realize that...
It's not just walls and roof shingles to me.
Yeah, I really don't think Charlie's trying to destroy your memories here.
I mean, if anything, he's... preserving them.
He's bringing the house up to date.
You know, he's making it functional for another hundred years.
GALUSKI: Besides, the whole spirit of Craftsman architecture was a belief that beauty and practicality were the same.
If this technology were available back in 1909, I bet the original builders would've used it.
Well...
I suppose I did sell him the house, so it's his now.
Yeah.
Let Charlie hang up a few of his own shingles.
Whoa, what are you doing? You need a hand?
Yeah. Hey. Where are you going with this?
Right behind you.
Right just back there. What, just down?
All right. Okay.
So we got Taylor sealed up pretty darn tight.
We sent it over to the US Attorney.
Good.
Then it's safe for me to drive again.
Look... I've kind of been thinking about you working for us.
This one got a little scary.
Yeah, exactly.
I mean, I don't know if we would've found her in time without you, but...
Well, you know I'm always glad to help.
The thing is, do you think that... you know, I've been holding you back?
From what?
Just... you know, doing something better.
No.
'Cause if you ever do, you've got to tell me.
You've got to promise me you'll tell me.
Sure. Deal.
Good.
(remote clicks) All right, let's see now.
Come on.
There it is.
Yeah, works like a charm.
Good job.
(chuckles) Just like the old days, huh?
You know what? I think it's about time I had a beer. You want beer?
Ah, you know me. Yeah.
That's the real reason you came over.
DON: No, no, no.