♪ There's a time in the early morn ♪
♪ When the colors are a little ♪
♪ Richer than you've ever seen before ♪
Thanks a lot, Jo.
♪ Anymore ♪
♪ Anymore. ♪
Coffee?
Oh, yeah... uh, no.
Yeah, sure.
Maybe decaf.
You know, I-I should be at work.
You always feel like you should be working?
Well, by my watch, we've got ten minutes before the session starts, so...
I thought we were having a conversation.
If you want to wait.
No, no. It's just, you know, I start feeling like...
I mean, you were a cop. It's like... everything you're not there to stop will happen, right?
Well, last time I heard, they gave out more than just one g*n and badge.
Turn off the cell phone.
No, I can't do that. Oh, yes, you can.
No way.
You are not on duty.
This is my room, my rules.
(beeps off)
(tires screeching)
(man shouting indistinctly)
(a*t*matic g*nf*re)
(tires screeching)
Let go of me!
(tires squealing)
So now you're mad at me.
Whatever.
Okay, yeah. Maybe a little.
Because you don't like people telling you what to do.
Well, do you?
When you came here the first time, to get signed off for sh**ting Crystal Hoyle, you got mad at me then, too.
Well, I was in the middle of a case --
I mean, I needed to get out.
Fastest way to do that would've been to put a smile on your face, spend a few minutes charming me.
So, what, I was subconsciously saying, "Help me, help..."?
Let's make a deal.
If you don't use any fancy psychological mumbo jumbo, neither will I.
Fair enough.
You know, look, I'm the boss.
I mean, I'm the man for five years now.
I get used to calling the sh*ts.
DETECTIVE: Oh, you guys got here fast.
DAVID: We were about 15 blocks away when we got the call.
What's going on?
We've got one bodyguard dead, one in the hospital.
Broad daylight kidnapping.
The boy is Jose Santiago, age 11.
Delivers papers on this route every morning.
He needs bodyguards to deliver the paper?
Check out who his dad is.
DAVID: Is that Che Lobo?
One and only.
COLBY: One and only what?
Che Lobo Santiago...
CEO and founder of Stone Ladron Records.
Major Latin hip-hop label.
Also the target of three separate LAPD investigations --
Narcotics, Organized Crime and g*ng Unit.
g*ng Unit?
DAVID: Yeah... he came up 18 Street Mexicali.
Not hard to figure out where his money came from.
Still keeps some of the old crew on payroll.
Both these guys are sporting g*ng tats.
(phone ringing) Agents!
Dead bodyguard's phone. (phone ringing)
Reeves.
COLBY: We've got a cell phone going off here at the scene of the kidnapping.
Caller I.D. is a string of ones.
Okay, keep the line.
I'm gonna have the techs try to ping it.
(ringing continues) All right.
DAVID: Hello?
(electronically distorted) Let me talk to Che Lobo.
Who is this? The man who has his boy.
3.2 million... or Jo's dead in an hour.
So you're the boss -- why don't you tell me about the people who work for you.
What do you want to know?
They handle things... when you're not around?
Sure. I mean... they're great.
You don't sound too convinced.
No, I'm just saying... you know...
I have to look at them differently, so...
I mean, I know their strengths and their weaknesses.
Who's in charge when you're not there?
That would be Megan -- Reeves.
What is she like?
She's smart, fast on her feet... tough... not trying to prove it.
No, the press will remain blacked out.
(phone ringing) By the time this is over, the rumors should just be circulating.
Reeves.
Yes, sir. I have two agents outside the victim's house, and I'll keep you posted.
Hey, has anyone located Don?
LIZ: No. His phone just goes straight to voicemail.
Here's the tech room's report on the kidnappers' call.
And let me guess, there's no time to trap it?
No, they were able to get on it but it seems like the callers were using a service called Webline.
Is that like a computer- to-computer service?
Right. It's called VoIP.
And the technology is sort of like text messaging, but you talk.
Is there any way to trace this call?
The techs say they might be able to figure out which servers the call went through.
That's still not gonna give us a location.
Huh.
What?
Nothing.
Okay.
Just haven't seen an Inductive Turing Machine used like that before.
I'm trying to figure out the finite state machines for these.
Cognitive Emergence theory not going well today?
What makes you say that?
You don't look over my shoulder when it is.
I wasn't looking over your shoulder.
I was looking at your shoulder.
The computer just happens to be in the way.
It's a very nice shoulder.
(phone rings)
Charles Eppes.
Hey, it's Megan and I'm actually looking for Amita.
Uh, just hold on.
It's Megan. For you.
Okay...
Hello? Hey.
What can you tell me about VoIP?
Voice over Internet Protocol.
Is there any way to trace these calls?
VoIP's not like your conventional phone service; it's more like e-mail.
Uh, the information moves through servers.
Listen. I only have less than an hour to catch a kidnapper and bring back an 11-year-old boy.
I can't trace a call that already happened.
But, if the caller uses the same service again, I might be able to follow him in real time.
Could you be here in 15 minutes?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm on my way.
Megan needs my help tracking a kidnapper's VoIP call.
Well, I did some analytical models of packet retransmission for several services.
Mm. Would you like to tag along?
If you don't think I'd be in the way.
BRADFORD: Reeves...
...has a background in profiling.
Yeah. You two would probably get along great.
The two of you don't?
No, I'm just saying she's good at climbing into people's heads.
Well, that's a part of the job description, right?
I mean, you want a confession from a m*rder*r, you have to understand how he's thinking.
You're hunting down a pedophile, you want to know why he's doing it, what he's going to do next.
Yeah. Agreed.
She just might take it to another level.
(phone ringing)
Talk to me, Colby.
Che Lobo is not cooperating.
He thinks he can handle this himself.
David's thrown every argument in the textbook at him, and a few I think he made up on the spot.
Okay. Put him on the phone with me.
All right.
Listen up -- these people put one scratch on my child, I'm gonna burn down this city to get payback.
That's a thr*at they will take seriously!
Mr. Santiago, I've got somebody on the phone for you.
I don't care who you got on the phone.
Just take the damn phone!
Please.
What?
Mr. Santiago, this is Agent Megan Reeves.
I want your people off my property and I'm within my rights.
Yes, it is. But with your son in danger, is that really what you want to do?
You people have been trying to hit my company with a RICO case for three years now.
MEGAN: Do you sincerely believe that I care about any of that right now?
That I care about anything other than finding Jo and bringing him home?
I don't know!
MEGAN: I'm not going to tell you what to do here.
I would like to be there for you to provide all the possible resources you could use to bring Jo home.
Final decisions will be mine, you understand?
I think I can arrange that within reason, particularly for a man who has raised his child alone.
Without his mother, I can't imagine how difficult that was.
His mother d*ed before he ever even met her.
I'm all he's got.
MEGAN: Which is why we should put everything else aside -- our egos, our differences with each other, and work together to bring Jo home.
You really FBI?
What else would I be?
You would've made a good lawyer.
Go ahead and open the gate, vato.
How'd you do that? Beginner's luck.
All right, so Colby doesn't let him out of his sight, and I am rolling you a tactical response team right now --
Okay.
You be ready to make a move as we know what the kidnapper's game is.
Don't let him out of your sight.
How are we doing?
CHARLIE: Uh, we'll be there in, like, I don't know, five minutes.
MEGAN (on phone): We might not have five minutes.
If you give me the receiving phone number, I can put an exploit on it. What's an exploit?
CHARLIE: Computer-based cell phones are pretty much the same thing as e-mail.
Information packets travel across the Internet.
It's kind of like luggage at the airport.
In order to get a suitcase to its destination point, it may have to travel through a number of different airports.
Using an exploit, we mark the call, slapping stickers on it to see which countries it traveled through.
Right, and in this circumstance, the bodyguard's cell phone acts as both the origin point and the destination for these packets.
If we know where the packets travel, we'll be able to locate the other caller.
It sounds like a computer virus.
Pretty much, yeah.
I thought you liked the analogies.
Any other day.
Rico Orojos is out of surgery.
Orojos?
The bodyguard that survived the kidnapping.
Okay, if you can head over to the hospital.
As soon as he has a story to tell, I'd like to hear it.
All right. I'm on it.
BRADFORD: Why do you think Megan's so good at it?
You both have the same skills.
I don't know, she seems to like knowing how these people think.
And you don't?
Well, me, look...
I spend a day crawling around in some... you know, pedophile's brain, all I want to do is take a shower.
That's what you do? Take a shower?
Sometimes. Yeah.
I mean, hopefully, with a few beers, maybe hook up with a pretty girl.
And that gets you where you need be?
CHE LOBO: You people been trying to get in here for three years.
How do you know we haven't been?
No way.
I have this place swept every other day for wires.
It's a hell of a way to live.
You have something, there's people who'll try to take it from you.
Yeah, people like you? Yeah... people like me.
(sighs)
I swore, man.
I swore I would never let my life touch him.
That he'd have a chance to be something better.
A few months ago, he tells me he wants a paper route so, so he could be a businessman, just like me.
I know that he meant it in all the right ways, because that's the only part of me I ever let him see.
When you're nine years old, your dad should be...
Superman.
Yeah.
You have any idea who might have done this?
You mean, do I got enemies?
Yeah... every g*ng in town, half the record companies, anybody else out there who's trying to get rich fast.
You're looking for a suspect, pick up your mug book and pick a page.
(phone rings)
Okay. We're ringing.
Hold on. Guys?
I remotely downloaded the exploit onto the cell phone number you gave me; once the call starts, I should be able to find which server is sending out the other half of the conversation.
Go ahead, Granger.
(phone rings)
I want to talk to Jo.
MAN: What's the name of the FBI who's listening on the phone?
It's just me.
There's always an FBI dude listening in.
What's your name, FBI?
Granger.
What's the FBI's success rate in kidnappings, Granger?
86% is what I read.
Hey, Che?
You willing to risk 14% on your boy's life?
He comes back alive, or I swear...
You stopped being scary when you came up off the streets, Stone Ladron.
Cash in a black bag.
Pay phone in front of Disney Hall.
30 minutes.
The phone rings three times, someone doesn't answer, the boy dies.
(line clicks, dial tone)
Game on.
Whatever happens next, we need that 3.2 million, don't we?
It'll give us more options, yeah.
I got a list of banks with that kind of cash...
I don't need a bank.
Just a phone call, and don't ask me who to.
Amita, how you doing on that trace?
My program followed the VoIP call back to an ISP address;
I'm checking on it.
It's a downtown library.
He's using a public hotspot.
David...? We're on our way. Let's go.
MEGAN: Okay, I'm going to reroute Liz to meet you there now.
David Sinclair's been with you for...
Uh, three years.
Uh-huh.
I mean, I didn't even think he was going to make it.
With the Bureau?
No, with me.
He was the SAC's guy. Mm.
Split loyalties.
Yeah, well, I was wrong about him.
Look, I give that guy my back two, three times a week, and I don't think twice about it.
There's nothing I can't ask him to do.
All right, no one in or out until I give the all-clear.
If I yell, though, you guys come in fast, okay?
(phone beeps)
No phone calls. Please.
What is it with you people?
Us people?
I just chased somebody else out of here.
I mean, it is bad enough when they listen to music on their laptops, but now they sit there and they talk to them.
BRADFORD: How do you think Sinclair feels about you?
I'm his boss, you know, and... I'm good at it.
You're telling me what you think; what does he think?
Well, I mean, he probably thinks I'm tough on him.
But, you know, he knows it's about the work.
How does he handle it, when you're tough.
Oh, he's all right.
I mean, he deals with it, he puts it away.
And where do you put it?
I don't understand -- are we talking about him or me?
We're never just talking about one thing.
DAVID: Librarian describes him as a male, Hispanic, 40s, black, curly hair, about 170 pounds.
Between five-eight and five-nine.
We missed him by five minutes.
Okay, I'm going to send a sketch artist over there now.
Have you pulled background checks on Jo's bodyguards yet?
Yeah, and LAPD was right.
Rico Orojos and Carlos Lalo are both 18 Street Mexicali.
They both have really long rap sheets.
But you know, so does two-thirds of Che Lobo's people.
Did you find something on them?
DAVID: I was kind of wondering how the kidnappers knew that Orojos' cell phone was on this Webline service.
Uh, hey, David.
We were about to raise that very point.
When you make a VoIP call to a traditional phone number, you have to pay a fee...
CHARLIE: Right, which involves a traceable transaction, usually a credit card.
The reason we couldn't trace these calls, at least by traditional means, was that Orojos's cell phone was a VoIP client as well, requiring the installation of special software.
Which the kidnappers would have known beforehand.
I ran a check through Webline...
Which must violate two or three telecommunications laws...
AMITA: Rico Orojos didn't download the software onto his cell phone until last week.
CHARLIE: Which means he was expecting that call.
Which means... I know what that means. David.
On our way to the hospital to have a hard talk with Orojos.
Let's go.
This'll go a lot faster if you let the SID team in here.
It's bad enough having one Fed in here, going through my boys' things, looking for dirt.
Looking for a way to get your son home.
What if you find something, maybe some weed, maybe a g*n.
Well, I'll probably faint from the surprise.
There's no way that Rico's involved in this.
No?
The guy lives in your guest house, he wakes up every morning, looks out that window, sees how rich you are, how rich he's not.
I take care of my boys.
They drive my cars, they eat my food.
They go to your accountant?
All right, thanks.
So Colby just found evidence in Orojos's room.
Lobo's tax returns, Stone Ladron's company reports.
He wanted to know how much cash Lobo had in liquid.
Exactly.
And how much he could raise on short notice.
You think he's the brains behind this?
A guy like him soldiers as a banger, he's a soldier now.
All right, am I playing good cop or bad cop?
Oh, we don't do bad cop.
We're straight-talking G-Men.
DON: The thing about David that I worry about is he's the kind of guy that might wake up one morning and just, just realize he's been doing it too long.
And how long is that?
Long enough to get cynical.
Hmm.
And you think he's headed in that direction?
Look, all it takes is one really bad day, so.
You mean the day that you sent Agent Edgerton in to work over a suspect.
Oh, yeah, you'd be amazed at what I know, and how I know it.
You see Sinclair doing the same thing in the same situation?
No.
Look, the thing I admire about him is, the rules don't really bother him.
I mean, he's the kind of guy that just somehow... he gets it done.
Two bodyguards get sh*t.
One dies, the other catches an easy shoulder wound.
It's not hard to figure out who's the inside man.
RICO: What're you, crazy?
I love Che.
And I love Jo like he was my own boy.
We know you subscribed to Wireline to give the kidnappers an untraceable line to Che Lobo.
We found his tax returns in your room.
I want a lawyer.
Hope you're okay with some first-year public defender...
'cause, somehow, I don't see Che footing the bill for a good one.
If you don't want to talk, man, you have the right; but I think you ought to listen.
In 25 minutes, we've already tied you to Jo Santiago's kidnapping.
By the end of the day, we're going to have enough to convict you.
If that boy makes it out of this alive, that is bad enough.
If he dies, you are looking at the death penalty.
You can't put that on me!
They crossed us up.
Who's "they" and who is "us?"
Chicano and a white guy, both of them 40's the hard way.
"The hard way?"
Ex-cons. You got names?
Only met them twice.
Once when they laid it out for us and once when we gave them the books.
I told Carlos he shouldn't hold on to copies.
But he was all paranoid about getting a fair cut.
Carlos Lalo, the other bodyguard?
And he was right, too.
They started sh**ting and he went down.
And then I got hit and I laid down and I played dead.
They figured that money would cut a lot easier two ways rather than four.
Coldhearted sons of b*tches.
And k*lling is just part of the business.
You got to figure they don't plan on leaving that boy alive.
Granger's a junior agent.
Well, he's got the least amount of time, but, you know, I wouldn't say "junior."
He's got m*llitary.
Oh, yeah, Afghanistan.
He bring any of it back with him?
Well, I mean, you know, I don't think he lets it eat him up.
Maybe that's something you could learn from him, then.
Okay. Maybe.
(Spanish hip-hop song playing on car stereo)
No questions asked.
You ever seen this much cash in one place?
Yeah, once.
An Al-Qaeda safe house in Kandahar.
You take a little for yourself?
You didn't.
Dudley Do-Right.
I don't look good in gold chains and a pimped SUV.
COLBY: We got the money.
I have David and Liz five minutes out.
They're going to run physical surveillance for you, Colby.
DON: Hey, this is Special Agent Don Eppes...
And your brother is still not answering his phone.
Hey, let me ask you something.
Does $3.2 million --
3.2 million -- does that strike you as an odd ransom amount?
Yeah and initially, I thought there must be some kind of psychological significance.
But once we realized that the kidnappers had access to Che Lobo's financial record...
You assumed that they were searching for a Pooling Equilibrium.
Maybe.
Using this data to calculate the largest sum of money that they thought Lobo would be able to obtain on short notice.
AMITA: Which suggests fairly sophisticated thinking.
Yeah, given their systematic approach to the ransom demand.
Well, there is a set of strategies called cake-cutting algorithms.
Um, which is kind of like cake?
CHARLIE: Yeah.
How do two people share a chocolate and vanilla layer cake?
The obvious strategy is to cut it down the middle.
But what if one person likes frosting more than the other?
What if or one person prefers vanilla cake?
What if one person prefers chocolate cake with vanilla frosting?
Well, then it may be that slices of cake unequal in size actually creates a fairer distribution.
And when it's three people, the strategies become drastically more complex.
Okay, but we don't know how many kidnappers we're dealing with.
We may not need to if we start with this number and work our way backwards.
Now, you said that there were at least two gunmen plus two bodyguards, right?
They never intended to count in.
Right, but the ransom demand had to convince them that they were going to receive shares.
Those shares would reflect the risk and difficulty that each person undertakes.
You see, if we induce a cut-and-choose method, along with an implicit Pareto optimality and take into account the costs of preparation and anticipation of escape, assumptions of negotiation or loss...
That is some really cool math, Charlie.
Thank you, I'm glad somebody noticed.
And that number is?
This is the slice of cake that the designer of the kidnapping truly needs.
You know, I think I've seen that number somewhere before.
Amita, can you bring up Form 1120?
And I think it's on line 20b.
That is the initial capitalization of Stone Ladron Records.
COLBY: All right, Megan, thanks.
What does $1.65 million mean to you?
It's chump change.
Right, I get it; we're all really impressed with you.
It's your start-up cost for Stone Ladron.
So?
So I want you to think really hard about who might want his money back.
You trying to run some game on me?
We've got two minutes until this phone rings.
I'm not running a game.
I mean, look, I can't even imagine what it was like for him over there.
You've been in firefights, lost friends.
Yeah, well, that ain't a w*r.
Comparing doesn't mean it's the same thing.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
Maybe it's easier knowing it's worse somewhere else.
CHE LOBO: I'm not saying this really happened... but maybe there's two guys in East L.A. who, back in the day, hit up a stash house one night.
All right.
What was the other guy's name?
Duque.
Nacio Duque.
They knew they were going to get paid, but there was more, a lot more.
1.65 million.
Look, I'm not going to lie to you, okay?
Duque is the brains behind all this.
He has the plans.
He knows how to fool the alarms, get us in and out like ghosts.
CHE LOBO (over radio): The thing is, he thinks like a general but he gambles like a fool.
He blows through his half in six months, then gets locked up trying to rob more.
The other guy took his half and started a record label.
Bank doubled it, no questions asked.
Duque gets out of jail, coming around looking for more.
The way he talked to me... a different man would have k*lled him.
Know why I didn't?
Because of Jo.
I'm trying to be a better father than that.
So I had a couple of my guys just drive him out of town and let him know what would happen if he came back.
That was two years ago.
So two years nursing a grudge and planning a kidnapping.
After I get Jo back, I'm gonna hunt him down and I'm gonna finish this.
I'm gonna lock him up and you're going to let me.
(phone ringing)
All right, we set?
Got your back, brother.
In position.
MEGAN: We have the pay phone tapped.
I'm gonna feed it through to you -- go.
(phone continues ringing)
Yeah.
Dad? CHE LOBO (on phone): Jo.
Everything is going to be okay, okay?
The next call will cost you 3.2.
Duque, you touch my kid...
DUQUE: Ah, so the big man didn't forget.
I was wondering if you'd wake up.
Now you got three minutes to run your ass down to Olvera Street.
Phone'll be ringing.
He was on a public Wi-Fi point somewhere near Disney Hall.
Colby, he's watching you.
On our way to Olvera Street.
Warner, stay with the money.
Roger that.
It's a good thing I stretched this morning.
What are you doing?
You show up at the drop, he's going to k*ll you.
If I show up, at least there's a chance he settles for the money.
Maybe he'll k*ll you, too.
I know.
Doesn't seem fair, does it?
♪♪
(phone ringing)
COLBY: See anything?
Uh, nothing so far.
DAVID: A lot of people out here.
He could be standing right next to us.
(ringing)
All right.
Granger, right?
Figured the yellow bastard would hide behind some kind of cops.
DUQUE: Just remember you're nothing I didn't plan for.
All right, look, I want to talk to...
Keyerleber Plaza.
You've got two minutes.
Oh, and, uh, stop and give your g*n to that pretty lady in the black sedan, then tell her to drive away.
I see her again, I k*ll the kid and disappear.
All right, he made Liz.
I heard.
Liz, drop back, but you've got to stay in that area.
Copy that! David.
Already moving.
Were you able to get a fix on him?
Yeah, it came from a public Wi-Fi connection at Hill and Temple.
That's right near Keyerleber Plaza.
He's leading us.
No, there's a deeper process at work.
A logical system.
He's methodical, he's thorough.
This guy'd make an excellent mathematician.
BRADFORD: You know, there's one person on the team you don't talk about.
What?
You're talking about Liz Warner?
Sleeping with a junior agent is a whole other conversation.
Hey, consenting adults, we're getting the job done, so...
But I'm talking about your brother.
Charlie? I mean, he's not really...
No?
How many cases has he worked with you over the past three years?
CHARLIE: So far, he's moved Colby from here to here to here to here with what objective?
Spotting surveillance.
Well, then, it's safe to assume that he has more points plotted out, right?
More phone numbers selected.
So he's just going to keep moving Colby, again and again, until he feels safe to take that money.
It's a maze.
He's building a maze.
(phone ringing)
Excuse me.
(ringing continues)
We've got you.
Next time, you're running, I'm driving.
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
Throw the bag in the fountain.
You got a second wind?
No.
Get the bag out of the water.
You've got two minutes to get to the Union Station waiting room.
(phone clicks off, dial tone)
What the hell was that about?
Just shorted out the GPS tracer.
How does it make you feel, bringing your brother into your work?
Every day, I'm trying to stop some, you know, horrible thing from happening, be it a k*lling or a robbery or a t*rror1st, you know, so whatever makes that happen faster, I-I got to use.
So he's a necessary evil.
No, I didn't say that.
I did not say that!
I mean, I spent a lot of time in his shadow... so, yeah, sometimes it's tough.
Sometimes it-it doesn't feel great.
Well, have you told him that?
Yeah, I mean, you know, not in those words.
What kind of words?
I don't know. It just... it-it gets confused or jumbled because we'll be arguing about one thing, but, I mean, I know it's about that.
CHARLIE: That's a logic maze.
One with its own set of rules, except in this case, the rules change every time Colby arrives at a checkpoint.
You know the game Labyrinth?
The toy? A toy to you; a classic example of a state diagram to us.
See, in Labyrinth, you use two knobs to move a steel ball through a maze.
Those knobs constitute x- and y-axes and the ball follows a simple, curving path.
Now, the speed of the ball adds a condition.
You eliminate that condition and fall through the hole.
And what, the holes represent being captured?
Exactly.
Every time this kidnapper gets rid of surveillance or eliminates an electronic tracer, he's navigating an obstacle.
You know, if we use a state diagram...
Using unified modeling language -- exactly.
Exactly what?
We may be able to solve this maze... and tell you where it ends.
♪♪
(phone ringing)
(ringing continues)
Yeah.
DUQUE: Time to take out your earpiece.
Tell the black guy by the archway I'm sick of looking at him.
This can be over right now.
I've been made.
DAVID: He made Colby ditch his comm.
MEGAN: You can't drop back.
I don't have anyone else close enough.
(indistinct announcement over P.A.)
He's headed for the subway.
Don't follow him!
Charlie, I cannot leave Colby uncovered.
Duque isn't down there.
He's telling Colby to take the train and go back to Disney Hall.
How do you know that?
Because I know where the maze ends!
Yeah, but how can you be sure?
Megan, I would never gamble with Colby's life.
You and Charlie are good. Yeah. In a lot of ways, we're closer than we ever were as kids.
I mean, I practically live at his house.
You think he likes working for you?
Yeah, I'd like to think so.
I mean, look, we lock horns every now and again, but that's the nature of the beast.
Yeah.
Getting the job done.
Right.
Got to be kind of nice, though.
You were a kid, everything was about the genius brother.
Now the genius brother works for you.
No, no, no...
It's a little late in the game, Hey... but you finally got control.
I'm not on a power trip with him, all right?!
We put our lives in his hands, he's good at what he does, and I respect the hell out of him for it!
Charlie. How the hell else?
Got here just in time to catch an H2 as it pulled into the parking garage.
Liz is down there right now.
Be safe.
All right, we found the H2.
We're moving in.
Where's Duque?
He's close.
You ready to do this? Yeah.
I'm ready.
All right, it's empty. He's still got the kid.
Keep coming.
How do I know Jo Santiago is still alive?
All right, Jo, we're almost home, bud.
On the stage.
You can stop there.
Unzip the bag.
Let me see.
(g*nsh*t)
Jo, don't move.
Who the hell opened fire?!
None of ours. Has to be Duque.
Can you pull them out of there?
No, no, don't, don't.
(cell phone ringing)
COLBY: We're going to get you out of here, Jo.
All right?
(cell phone ringing)
Duque has exhibited a highly sophisticated strategy thus far.
Yeah, a maze with rules.
And this is the end.
No, it's the final obstacle.
See, by sh**ting his partner, Duque has not only increased his share of the ransom, but he's devised a strategy that assures himself that his previous strategy worked; that Colby is now alone.
Charlie, we can't just wait for him to make another move.
We don't have a choice. He's about to make it.
Don't worry, I promised your dad I'd get you home safe.
I'm not gonna let him down. (cell phone ringing)
So you've got this great team.
Yeah. Best I ever worked with.
Yeah, but you don't trust them.
Yeah. Sure I do.
You worry that Reeves is too compassionate, that Sinclair plays a little too close to the book, that Granger's seen too much.
You say you trust your brother, but that's only on your terms.
Hell, you didn't even trust Ian Edgerton --
What? one of three or four best known sn*pers in the universe -- to take the sh*t on Crystal Hoyle!
That's not the way it is!
Then what is it, Don? What is it?!
Look, I'm their boss!
I don't have to trust them!
It's their job to trust me!
(sighs) Oh... man.
When you build a maze, there's always math there, whether it's intentional or unintentional.
The level sequence always starts with a zero and ends with an "N".
Does anyone have eyes on the sh**t?
sh*t came from the northwest side.
But he could have moved by now.
(cell phone ringing)
Yeah.
Got you both in my crosshairs.
Take the money and go out the way you came.
You make a wrong move, and I sh**t the kid first.
Hey, Megan, check this out.
Duque brought Colby in through this entrance here and Jo and his partner through this entrance here.
So assuming he's anticipated the fastest egress, it's the East Terrace. You sure?
We don't have time for me to be sure.
All right, Jo, you ready to get out of here, bud?
Come on.
Stay tight to me.
FBI.
Hands off the g*n.
Hands off that trigger right now.
Pass it to me.
Two years.
I been planning this for two years.
You have about 15 to 20 to come up with a new one.
You grew up in the shadow of Albert Einstein.
Playing baseball, just not good enough to make the bigs.
And you finally find something that you're good at.
You're terrified that'll be taken away from you, too.
Yeah, well, you know, this isn't exactly making me feel a hell of a lot better.
You want to feel better, take a pill.
You want to get right, face the truth.
(sighs)
You're not worried about your team falling apart because you're not there.
You're afraid that they won't.
That Don Eppes doesn't matter.
You said it:
There's a lot of g*ns and badges out there, you know? I mean, one of us falls, there's someone right there to take our place.
That's pretty much the human condition, Don.
It's what you do before you fall -- that's what counts.
You brought Sinclair along from a rookie -- Granger, too.
When Reeves gets her team, who do you think she's gonna come to for advice?
Who had the balls to bring in a damn math professor to solve federal felonies and the brains to watch it work?
What you have to do is stop worrying about life passing you by, and start enjoying what you put into it.
Every time one of your people shines... it's on you.
Dad, I knew you'd get me home.
You okay? Yeah.
You sure?
Yeah.
I know we go back to our corners tomorrow, but I owe you one.
You ever need to call it in, no questions asked.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Jo, see you, bud.
Thank you.
You okay?
(laughter)
Oh, yeah, a maze, right.
You guys risked my life on a maze.
Wait -- there was no risk involved.
Obviously, I would never...
And the two of you guys let him do it.
(laughter)
DAVID: The real risk was letting you get on that train alone...
With three million dollars!
(laughter)
You know, Charlie, that math was very elegant.
You should think about having it published.
Yeah, I think I'll wait for the movie.
(laughter)
Hey, guys, sorry I'm late.
Hey, Don, what's up with your phone?
Oh, damn. I'm sorry.
I forgot to turn it back on.
I miss anything?
Just another day at the FBI.
(Megan chuckles)
There might be a report on your desk.
All right, who wants lunch?
I guess I'm buying.
DAVID: But mark the date, somebody, please.
MEGAN: Charlie, what are the odds?
CHARLIE: Oh, well, they say there's no such thing as a truly random occurrence, but...
(everyone laughing)
CHARLIE: You were random there, Colby. It's fairly random.
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