How did Larry escape this moving day?
He's at an astrophysics conference at Berkeley.
Oh, why didn't I think of that.
My first day at CalSci I stood in this office and Biederman sat right there and he gave me the once-over and he asked, "Are you the boy-genius that everyone says you are?"
Well, now Biederman's retired, and you are the man.
Oh, pardon me, I mean man-genius.
You know, before Biederman, Newberry sat here.
And before him it was Knox and Hightower.
All those guys broke new ground in our field.
It's like a torch being passed from all the great minds.
Well, maybe those great minds will rub off on you just by, uh, sitting there.
Hey, that-that's it.
You know, I've been dancing around the idea of neural networks for quite some time, and maybe the whole time the answer I've been looking for has been right here in front of me -- a historical neural network.
Think about it.
There's hundreds of brilliant people here at CalSci.
What makes one academic, or one group of academics, generate revolutionary advancements while others just... just fizzle?
I got to get this down.
I'm sorry.
Do you mind bringing in the rest of the stuff?
I don't want to lose the flow.
No, no, no, oh, sure, sure.
ALAN (clears throat): He gets a breakthrough and we've got to bring in 40 more boxes.
Okay.
♪♪
(knocking)
ALAN: Charlie, you up all night?
I, uh... lost track.
I've been working.
I'm actually on the verge of a breakthrough. Hi.
NIKKI: Hey, yeah, Charlie, that's great, but we've been trying to reach you all morning.
I turned my cell phone off.
I'm sorry. I-I forgot.
You also forgot the math you're supposed to be doing for Don?
The home invasion case.
Home invasions?
LAPD brought us onto their task force.
The same crew's hit seven houses in seven days.
Right. They want me to generate a model.
Profile some suspects -- their MO's.
Including their habit of making false 911 calls.
So, what you got?
Um...
You haven't even started yet?
Well, no... No.
In terms of analyzing their MO's, I'll put together a payoff matrix and that should do the trick.
And the 911 calls?
I can use Voronoi tessellations to study the call patterns.
And should be able to put together a program that will give us a hot zone.
I can also run an analysis to profile the invaders, which will also tell us how many invaders we're looking for.
All right. How soon can you be ready?
I, uh...
I guess I'll get to work on it right now.
MAN (on phone): Three sh*ts.
You got to send someone please.
WOMAN: What's the address?
MAN: 15462 Goldenrod Street.
It's a white house.
My neighbor's car is parked in the driveway.
A green Camry. I know he's home.
WOMAN: Did you see anyone?
Hot zone's getting smaller.
MAN: By the time I got to my window, they were gone.
You got to hand it to your brother.
He came up with this math pretty damn fast.
Yeah, after screwing around for two days.
His model says that we're looking for four guys.
Smash and grab, says maybe kids.
So we've got our math and we got our eyes in the area.
Like my boy Tom Petty says, "The waiting is the hardest part."
Hm, Petty, huh?
Yeah, Petty and Neil Young, Springsteen.
Oh, what, you pegged me for Beyonce and Jay-Z?
I wouldn't even begin to try to peg you.
David, this happens, you take point.
Roger that.
Wow, so the boss is giving his new relief commander a few hours in the pilot's seat, huh?
You have flown before, right?
Yes, with the same lousy navigator.
Well, the motor pool's definitely not giving you any props for your bump.
Got us in Grandma's Crown Vic.
Thought they retired these things, like, a year ago.
(groans)
I don't want to when they retired this thing.
(phone ringing)
Yeah, Bentancourt.
Yeah, you got a location?
(keyboard clicking)
All right, thanks.
Aerial unit spotted a gray van.
Four guys entering a house.
Sounds right.
Hey, Colby, I'm sending you an address.
Copy that.
All right, let's roll.
(engine starts)
All right, what do you say, boss?
You guys cover the back. We'll take the front.
(muffled scream) No! No!
FBI, FBI. Relax.
(rustling)
Hey, you okay? (whimpers) Yes.
Where are they?
Out in the back -- the guesthouse.
They've got my husband.
FBI. Put your hands up slowly.
Turn around.
g*n!
All right, come here, come here.
Stay in here. Lock the door.
Don't let anyone in.
(a*t*matic w*apon f*ring)
DON: Whoa, whoa. Easy, easy.
(tires squealing)
David, Colby, coming your way!
(tires screeching)
(tires squealing)
You all right?
Yeah, yeah.
This is Sinclair.
We have a gray van heading north on Citrus.
Need all available units.
That's one way to retire a car.
How is he?
He's unconscious but alive.
I'll call it in. Uzis, Kevlar...
These guys weren't messing around.
This is Eppes...
(Kn*fe impacts, Don grunts)
Hey, where is he?
DAVID: He's in the O.R., okay?
The doctors took him to surgery ten minutes ago.
What happened?
The bad guys had some serious firepower, and we were outgunned.
What about Don?
There's a fifth man.
He was hiding in the guesthouse, and, uh, he surprised us.
Hey. We just heard the news.
Are you all right?
Yeah. A few stitches. I still know my name.
I was there -- I was supposed to have his back.
No, no, I'm sure it wasn't your fault.
He's right, it's not... it's not your fault.
I predicted four invaders. (phone rings)
I didn't account for a fifth man.
Yeah. Sinclair.
Fine. Get it to the lab, and we'll take it from there, okay?
All right, SID pulled a partial print from a door handle at the scene, but it's smudged.
Could take a couple of days to get results.
Now, Charlie, I know you've helped us with this kind of thing before.
Yeah, using a wavelet-based algorithm.
Yeah, no, I want to help you guys, but my place is here.
No, no, your place is where you're needed, all of you.
Just find these guys -- that's what Don would want.
I'll call you when there's news.
AMITA: Come on, Charlie, let's go.
(siren wailing)
I-I didn't see their faces; I didn't see much of anything.
Okay, what about you, Mrs. Fisher?
They were on us before we could even turn around.
Well, did you hear anything?
Maybe they called each other by name, or... one of them had an accent.
I don't remember. Well, think harder -- maybe you recognized a voice -- a delivery man, someone who's done work on your house.
Um, I'm sorry.
We'll have someone come and get your statements.
AMITA: We need to adjust the parameters.
At this rate, this is gonna take days.
I don't understand where my predictive model went wrong.
Th-This is where my head was, instead of where it was supposed to be.
If I'd have committed more, if I had spent more time...
Well, you had the data you had.
Yeah, and I let it rule me.
All I saw were a bunch of kids pulling smash and grabs.
Because I crunch numbers instead of looking for the underlying truth.
Look, Charlie...
I can't begin to imagine what you're going through right now.
But we need to focus on what we can do now. Okay?
If we can reconstruct this print, then we can find the guy that att*cked Don.
Charlie, I can't do this alone.
(siren wailing)
How is he? He's, uh, he's in surgery.
It's been, uh... five hours.
I was in Portland. I was at a conference.
I got here, I'm sorry, I got here as fast as...
Recovered the getaway van.
Stolen from a used car lot two days ago.
Bad guys wiped it down and torched it.
Man, this doesn't add up.
I mean, these guys break into houses like pros, armed to the teeth, leaving no witnesses?
All they take is cash and jewelry.
Leave behind TVs, computers, high-end electronics.
Hard to blame Charlie for coming up with the wrong profile.
Well, there's plenty of blame to go around.
Four years in the LAPD, you telling me you never got tagged before?
Yeah, a few times, sure.
But I never left my partner hanging.
You go through enough doors, the odds catch up with you.
Don taught me that.
When Don and I were dating...
I was always afraid he was gonna get hurt.
He'd be too busy worrying about me instead of himself.
Things never go the way we think they will, do they?
CHARLIE: Hey.
So the wavelet analysis came through.
We reconstructed the partial print.
DAVID: All right, did you run a search?
The crime databases failed to produce a result, so-so we widened the scope.
L.A. Unified School District.
CHARLIE: Yeah, all teachers have to be fingerprinted.
DAVID: Tom Kardum, 31.
C... Chemistry teacher.
2007 Teacher of the Year.
Mayor's Heroes Award for his work with, uh, underprivileged children.
I mean, this guy doesn't even have a parking ticket.
Are you sure about the math, Charlie?
Uh, yeah.
Amita and I tweaked the parameters.
I don't think we nudged it too hard.
Then again, I'm not having the greatest week.
Well, it can't hurt to talk to the guy, right?
(cell phone ringing)
Oh, this is my dad.
Hey.
Okay, I'll be right there.
Um, Don's out of surgery.
Look, you got the wrong guy.
I don't break into houses.
And the only g*n I've ever handled was on my Wii.
How do you explain the fingerprint?
I can't.
Though the work I do with at-risk kids has taught me a couple of things: cops, they make mistakes, and those crime labs aren't like the ones you see on those dopey TV shows.
You have anybody that can vouch for your whereabouts last night?
Yeah, I had a game in Westwood, finished up around 10:00.
After that, I went to my girlfriend's house in Cheviot Hills.
You know, um, here's her number.
You can talk to her yourself.
Hey, thanks for your time. No worries.
Hey, Tom, you, uh, you take the freeway to see your girlfriend?
Yeah.
Cheviot Hills.
That's the Robertson exit, right?
Uh, no, National.
(chuckles)
You know, the freeway was closed at the National exit last night.
Someone made a phony 911 call.
♪♪
Your son's a lucky man, Mr. Eppes.
The Kn*fe nicked the pulmonary artery and collapsed a lung, but we were able to get to him in time.
How is he now?
We repaired the arterial damage with a synthetic graft, and we re-expanded the lung.
He's not out of the woods yet, but I'm encouraged.
(alarm beeping)
I'm sorry. You'll have to excuse me.
What's going on? Call a code blue!
Get the crash cart!
ALAN: What's happening?
DOCTOR: Prepare the paddles.
What's his rhythm? V tach.
Yeah, I'm paging him now.
Start CPR.
(alarm beeping)
Charge to 360.
Charging to 360. Clear!
Clear. Clear.
(alarm beeping)
(flatline)
Asystole.
Open the line.
Push an amp of epi and an amp of atropine.
Line's open.
Pushing atropine.
Please, just tell me he's okay.
DOCTOR: That Kn*fe did a lot of damage.
Your son went into arrest due to trauma -- not just from his wounds, but also the surgery.
We were able to bring him back.
We're putting him on anti-arrhythmia meds, but we'll need to keep a close eye on him.
What aren't you telling us?
I expect a full recovery, but I can't guarantee that there won't be another major event.
The next 24 hours will be critical.
Alan called.
Don is okay.
Uh, at least for now.
I mean...
What do we have on Kardum?
Guy's got another reason to run.
Two weeks ago, Missing Persons interviewed him about the disappearance of a Westside financial adviser.
Dennis Alessi?
A witness saw the two of them in a bar, they left together.
An hour later, security cameras at Alessi's office building show them going in.
All right. Kardum told police he was there to get an investment prospectus.
Checked the victims' names against Alessi's client list, all eight of the names are on here.
All right, so, uh, what are we thinking?
Alessi is bragging about his rich clients over drinks and Kardum sees an opportunity?
NIKKI: I still don't get how our teacher of the year suddenly turns into a ten most wanted poster.
No? Well, greed works for me.
COLBY: So, we searched your place.
We found an a*t*matic w*apon. (handcuffs clicking)
We found Kevlar.
We found bloodstains on a pair of shoes.
Now, the question is, is that gonna match Agent Eppes or Dennis Alessi?
We know about Alessi.
We know that you've been targeting his clients.
Tough guy.
Just wait until we ID the rest of your crew.
This is your chance to give them up before they give you up.
An FBI agent is in the hospital; he may die.
I had nothing to do with that.
Yeah, that's right.
You were too busy playing with your Wii, weren't you?
I want a lawyer.
You actually might need a doctor.
'Cause there's things that I can do to you, won't even leave a mark.
Let him go.
Yeah.
You're gonna need meds just to get up and get out of bed in the morning, you got that?!
I said let him go.
Granger!
Take a walk.
You know, you might want to give me a heads up next time before you go changing the playbook.
Don's in a hospital, breathing through a tube, because these guys put him there.
And we are gonna get them. Not like this.
We've done this before, David.
I wasn't the boss before.
Well, I can think of plenty of times where we ran hard at a guy and Don just looked the other way.
I'm not Don.
All right?
I'm not him.
(respirator pulsing rhythmically)
You know, it's not like I didn't know this could happen.
I just... didn't think it would happen to Don.
You know, he was born in this hospital.
Yeah, he was a handful even then.
Long labor, difficult delivery.
You think he's stubborn now?
(laughs softly)
I remember when my wife was in recovery.
They gave me him to... to hold.
And, um, I hadn't been around kids much, so I didn't know what to do.
I... couldn't even remember any lullabies.
So for hours, I sang "Sgt. Pepper" to him.
The whole album, start to finish.
Must have been half a dozen times.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that, uh, there is no way to prepare.
You just hope that when that call comes, you're strong enough to handle whatever comes next.
I know Missing Persons already spoke to you about Mr. Alessi.
I keep hoping this is a bad dream and Dennis will walk in that door tomorrow.
Forensics on hair recovered from your boss's condo matched blood on a pair of shoes belonging to our suspect.
So right now, it doesn't look good.
Why would someone want to hurt Dennis?
We think the person who did this accessed your boss's files.
I don't see how anyone could gain access.
The files are on a hard drive.
Dennis kept it in his safe.
(keypad beeping)
This is the only one that exists.
Are you sure there's nothing else missing in there?
Dennis kept a key to a deposit box in here.
It's gone.
Maybe he had it with him?
It's possible, but not likely; the key belonged to a client.
Who?
Dennis told me the man was a special client, not on the regular list.
He said not to concern myself.
Thanks.
You figure out where you went wrong?
Not yet.
I guess we both got a little cocky, huh?
You, with your math, and...
Well, me, it's a constant state.
It's usually Don who has to protect me from myself.
He's been doing that for me my whole life.
You were right about our teacher of the year.
So, you want to go two for two?
It's financial guy's client list.
Our bad guys have been using it to pick targets.
You're thinking I could use this to predict where the next victim will be.
Can you?
(sighs)
I could, um...
I could search for commonalities using a multi-attribute compositional model.
Thanks.
DAVID: But what do we have on Alessi?
At least half of his clients run cash businesses.
Most of them were in trouble before Alessi took them on.
They went from near-bankrupt to flush within 18 months.
Sign me up for his investment seminar.
He had to have been laundering money through these businesses.
No wonder none of our victims are talking.
They all have something to hide.
Nikki said Alessi's assistant mentioned he had a client, kept some kind of stash in a deposit box.
Key's missing.
We're checking digital files from the security camera in Alessi's building, seeing if we can ID the guy, and we've got Charlie working on Alessi's client list, trying to find our next target.
He better get a move on.
These guys are due to strike again tonight.
When's the last time you slept?
Sleep's not a priority.
Did you run your analysis of Alessi's client list?
Yeah.
I got the list of houses. I set the target priorities.
Who knows if it's right?
I could use fresh eyes.
You're using game theory, a payoff matrix?
I've analyzed professionals, thrill criminals, crackhead smash and grabbers...
None of our suspects fit those profiles.
Maybe your assumptions are wrong.
What do you mean?
Maybe these are not robberies.
Let's throw out our preconceptions and walk through the crimes again.
Okay.
So far, each break-in has started the same way.
The invaders disable the alarm system at the master circuit box.
They enter the house through multiple access points.
Moving through the house...
(water running)
...they use a classic "seek and subdue" strategy, zeroing in on the occupants...
(water running)
...taking them by surprise.
Hands.
(grunting)
(water running)
(grunting)
In every instance, they were cautious, made zero mistakes.
There was one significant departure from their previous MO on the night Don got hurt.
The fifth man in the guesthouse.
What was he doing there?
The police said there was nothing of value, just some cans of food, water, old clothes...
A bed.
A bed and a bathroom.
A place to sleep.
A place to wash up.
There it is. What?
18 months ago, that guesthouse underwent renovations.
They retrofitted the walls with concrete, three feet thick.
They installed steel doors, tempered glass windows.
They turned that room into a fortress.
Robbery wasn't their motive.
CHARLIE: They were after something else.
AMITA: The fifth man.
CHARLIE: He wasn't part of their crew.
He was their target.
(car engines starting)
(elevator bell dings)
Hey.
Got the ID on the three bad guys we picked up last night.
Boris Ancic, Ivan Radman, Milan Jankovic.
Ancic is an engineer, Radman a lab tech, and Jankovic a fireman.
Just like our teacher, none of them have a record.
They're all from the same small town in Croatia, a place called Brezko.
They immigrated to the U.S. about 12 years ago.
It doesn't explain why four guys with no criminal records wait 12 years and then turn into hardened crooks overnight.
Yeah, well, I can fill in some of those blanks.
We went back.
We took a look at all the targeted homes.
Each one of them underwent a renovation of some sort whether it be to the attic, or the basement, or the guesthouse.
In each case, creating a panic room, a secure place to hide.
Okay, I'm not sure I understand the significance, Charlie.
All of the renovations in all of the homes occurred within the last 18 months.
That's the same time frame Alessi started his most recent money-laundering venture.
The panic room, the location of the houses on defensible terrain, the multiple egresses -- all consistent with safe houses.
The man you and Don ran into that night was not part of that crew.
He was hiding out, trying to escape.
Alessi handpicked his clients, and not just because they were willing to hide dirty money for him.
But because they were willing to hide something else.
Someone else.
The fifth man.
NIKKI: It's time to have another talk with our victims.
COLBY: Maybe you want Nikki in on this one.
Seems like you and I have been a little out of sync, you know?
Look, man, we're partners.
But right now... I'm your boss, and I need you to follow my lead.
We have to play this one smart.
Yeah, it's not easy when I think about Don.
I know.
Look, man, the things I said, uh, you know, about what Don would have done...
Forget about it.
He'll be back soon enough and you can give him crap.
Come on.
DAVID: I got to hand it to you guys.
You sure know how to pick a financial adviser.
Most people are losing money these days.
You two -- you're making it hand over fist.
We've been very fortunate.
Yeah, well, I think your luck just ran out.
A year and a half ago, you were about to go belly-up and lose your house.
In walks Dennis Alessi.
Suddenly everything just turns around.
The IRS is already taking a hard look.
We make a few calls and things can go better for you.
Or they could go worse.
Okay, fine. Have it your way.
We had no choice. Sarah!
They know, Gil. It is over.
Alessi said he had a client in Europe that needed to get money out.
And we thought it would end there.
DAVID: But it didn't.
He said his client needed somewhere safe to stay, just for a little while.
And then he retrofitted the guesthouse.
He turned it into this bunker.
We were already in so deep.
Who is he?
Who were you hiding? No. He'll k*ll us.
We can protect you.
(snorting)
Look, this guy tried to m*rder an FBI agent.
You harbor him now, you're an accessory.
You just want to be free of this thing, don't you?
All we want is a name.
That's it.
All right.
All right.
LIZ: Slobodan Radovic, 48.
He led a Serbian paramilitary campaign of ethnic cleansing during the Balkan w*r.
Looting cities and towns along the way, which is how he met Alessi.
Alessi helped Radovic smuggle his w*r profits out of Serbia.
A camera in Alessi's lobby recorded Radovic making his customary visit last month.
Now we know who his special client is.
The guy with the stash in the deposit box.
Okay, how does all this tie in to Kardum and his crew?
The Hague indicted Radovic two years ago for his w*r crimes.
He fled Serbia before he could be arrested.
Radovic was accused of atrocities, including ethnic cleansing of the village of Brezko.
That's where Kardum is from.
And the rest of his crew.
So, they weren't out for money -- they were out for revenge.
I can't take it.
I can't take seeing him like this.
Hey, Charlie, what's going on?
One more robbery case, one more white-collar fraud, one more string of home invasions by what seems like a bunch of kids.
I whipped through the analysis for this case.
Charlie, what the hell are you talking about?
I'm saying this isn't about a breakthrough in cognitive emergence.
I'm saying that this is about me venting my resentment.
I'm saying that I'm afraid that... this wasn't just a mistake.
b*ating yourself up isn't going to help anybody.
You have to decide where your priorities lie, because this is the cost of not deciding.
The smash and grabs were a cover.
You were after Radovic.
NIKKI: Guy burns down your town, you want payback.
Towns you can rebuild.
Lives are lost forever.
After the w*r, I came here to build new memories.
And then one night in a bar, you see Alessi, Radovic's banker.
I mean, I worked so hard to make a new life.
In that moment, I could only think of one thing.
Revenge.
I bought him drink, told him that I was Serbian, that I'd served with Radovic.
Where did you take him after the bar?
Does it matter?
Alessi gave you the list of safe houses, and then you k*lled him.
Radovic m*rder*d my family.
Alessi saw to it that he escaped justice, protected him.
(spits)
I did what I had to do.
You know about the deposit box?
Alessi tried to trade his life for its contents, almost $2 million in diamonds.
Where is it? A vault... some jewelry wholesaler.
You have the deposit key, don't you?
For years... after the m*ssacre, I woke at night and I saw the faces of my family, and I wished that I hadn't run.
And I wished... that I had d*ed with them.
I have friends, others who wish to see justice just like me.
If Kardum's got that key, he's not giving it up.
Yeah. Search his place again.
Same for the rest of his crew.
What?
The only people who know that Alessi is dead are Kardum's crew and us.
Now maybe Radovic thinks that Alessi is sending his guys after him.
To k*ll him so he can steal his diamonds.
And Radovic knows that Alessi kept that key to the deposit box in his safe.
Kardum's right.
Radovic needs those diamonds.
She couldn't give him the answers he wanted.
A guy who's gonna do this isn't gonna give up easy.
That's what I'm counting on.
We searched Kardum and his buddies' places for the deposit box key.
No luck.
If Radovic thinks Alessi is trying to steal his diamonds, he's gonna keep his eyes on the stash.
Doesn't do us much good. We don't have a key or a location.
You said you had digital video of Alessi handing the key to Radovic.
Yeah, from the cameras in Alessi's lobby.
Show me.
(computer trilling)
All right, stop it there and zoom in on the key.
(keyboard clicking, computer trilling)
What good is a picture of a key?
With a little enhancement, it's worth a thousand bits.
The bumps and valleys are a numeric bitting code that correspond to a lock, which can then be analyzed from a photo using a key-bitting program.
Think about how scientists map the ocean floor.
A ship on the surface uses sonar to ping the seabed, creating a map of all its peaks, valleys and contours.
Now, a key-bitting program does the same thing.
Each pixel in the photo represents a set distance from the camera which we can measure, allowing us to accurately gauge the height and depth of each key cut.
Now string together those measurements, you have all you need to make a copy.
That still doesn't tell us where the box is.
Path minimization should help us there.
Analyzing the most efficient routes from point A to point B.
Hey, some of this stuff sticks.
So, we know the deposit box is located within a one hour round-trip from Alessi's office.
We also know the location of Radovic's safe houses.
Right, if a guy cashes in a diamond for ten grand, puts the money in his pocket, he's gonna want to get home as quick as he can.
That means we can narrow our search.
Good. The longer Radovic is exposed, the more nervous he's gonna get.
AMITA: Your key-bitting program worked.
Galuski cut us a key on the engineering department's laser lathe.
He even etched in the box number and the manufacturer's stamp to match the original.
What's the problem?
I'm using Dijkstra's algorithm and overlaying that with data from CalTrans on, uh, on traffic flow, and it's not working.
You need to rest, Charlie.
I need to catch this guy.
For Don or for yourself?
Even if I get an answer, how do I know if it's the right one?
I don't want to send David and the guys on a wild-goose chase and waste more time.
There's only one way to know if I'm right.
Don't try and be a hero.
I think we could both use some coffee.
(monitor beeping rhythmically)
Good book?
No, I've read better.
(computer trilling)
(beeping)
(keypad beeping)
(touch-tones beeping)
You give it back when you're done.
Thanks.
Hey, Mr. Alessi's man is here.
He's opening the box now.
♪♪
I want my diamonds.
I-I don't know what you're talking about.
I saw you leaving the wholesaler.
I know you work for Alessi.
You're just an errand boy.
Is it worth your life?
It's worth this moment right now.
I wanted to see the face of the man who stabbed my brother.
Your brother?
The FBI agent?
You got about a second to keep that knee.
COLBY: Generally, she's a pretty good sh*t.
Although, sometimes she'll miss a little high.
(handcuffs clicking)
Thanks for letting me play decoy.
We wouldn't have a key or a location without you, Charlie.
You earned it.
Is that the only reason?
No.
Hey.
Yeah.
You-you gonna pick these things up?
Yeah.
(chuckles) (sighs)
(gentle melody playing)
♪ Love, love is a verb ♪
♪ Love is a doing word ♪
(laughs)
Oh, no, another one.
(laughing)
It's not like there's a lot of choice in the gift shop.
So, uh, what's the word?
They say I'm on my feet in a couple days.
Back on all your asses a week after that, so watch out.
But limited duty.
I have it in writing, notarized.
As your relief supervisor, you know, I just, I can't wait to have you back on the job, so...
It'll be good having you back, man.
Oh, look at this.
(all laugh)
I don't know how that gift shop stays in business.
(all laughing)
Well, Charlie, I'm sure you have some catching up to do with Don, so, uh...
Stale coffee in the cafe on me for everybody.
Bye.
ROBIN: I'll be back in a bit.
Oh, hey, Donnie, um... a little illicit brisket.
Put it under your pillow.
I made it for you.
I don't think I can go there.
(chuckles)
So you're playing decoy, huh?
I can't say I want to do that again.
When we were kids, man, you had my back.
Protected me.
Charlie, I didn't want this life for you.
Makes two of us.
All right, get your rest.
You gonna eat this brisket?
No. You take it.
I'll see you at the office, buddy.
Yeah.
You will.
♪ Feathers on my breath ♪
♪ You're stumbling into harm ♪
♪ You're stumbling into harm. ♪
(song ends)