(The Fratellis' "Baby Fratelli" playing) ♪ Whoo! ♪
♪ I said, oh, my ♪
♪ Oh, no, no, I ♪
♪ I was just busy watching everyone go by ♪
♪ Outside the shite bar ♪
♪ In your old red car ♪
♪ Me and your girlfriend ♪
♪ And your sister with the big scar ♪
♪ And I said, oh, Christ! ♪
♪ And I told you twice ♪
♪ It's just not easy going through ♪
♪ All these things thrice ♪
♪ What's this I once heard ♪
♪ You drive a bluebird ♪
♪ You got no money for the petrol... ♪
(siren chirping)
♪ And it's all right ♪
♪ She'll be sucking fingers all night ♪
(song continues indistinctly)
(indistinct police radio communication)
♪ ...so easy to be Friday's nightmare... ♪
(guitar riff plays)
Hi. Llap-Goch -- you ever hear of that?
You take me out before I even do anything.
Monty Python.
"Fear no man!"
(echoing) License and registration, ma'am.
Sure, sure.
I admit it, I had a little wine, but, but I didn't do anything.
I don't think you have a case for...
You're driving the wrong way on a one-way street.
Really?
That's not good.
Where's the sign?
Step out of the vehicle, ma'am. Okay.
Okay, but listen, I got to talk to you.
(stammering) This is a mistake.
I-I made a mistake, but I can't get arrested.
Okay, seriously, th-that would be bad.
Please, Occifer...
(laughing) ...what is your name?
So... shall we call it
"matrix theory with combinatorics"?
How about "matrix theory for infinite-dimensional matrices"?
We could teach it together.
That's a good idea.
When are you free to plan lectures?
Uh, well, I am teaching until 4:00 and then I have office hours until 6:00, but how about after that over dinner?
Sure.
Great.
Mm. Mm.
Oh, Charlie, I have to ask you a favor.
Um, my apartment building is getting tented this weekend.
Oh, no.
And I was wondering if I could stay with you.
It'll be a great experiment.
You mean what it would be like to stay in the same house with your father for more than one night?
Right, and how we get along -- if we're at each other's throats, who cooks, who watches TV while the other one cleans.
I'm gonna stay in a hotel.
No, we need simulations for our game theory algorithm to determine what our next step should be as a couple.
Well, maybe our next step should be you and me in a hotel.
Let's get some data.
How's this to start your morning?
Hey.
We got an anonymous tip to our website from a woman who claims she was r*ped by an LAPD officer.
Anonymous?
Well, the copy shop downtown made the tipster show I.D.
Her name is Rena Vining.
All right, well, you should interview her and you should liaise with LAPD, right?
Before we know if there's merit?
Yeah, I mean, they're under a federal consent decree.
(doorbell rings)
Rena Vining?
I'm Megan Reeves from the FBI.
So much for anonymity.
You can't accuse a police officer of r*pe and just walk away... unless it's not true.
That's where you want to start -- that I'm a liar?
Why don't you just tell me what happened?
It's in my e-mail.
Unmarked car, white cop under 40, brown hair, dark blue uniform, stopped me for drunk driving, said he'd be a nice guy and give me a ride home.
He helped me to my door because I was having trouble walking.
Next thing I know, I wake up naked on the floor and I've lost a day.
He was in this apartment?
It's hazy, but yeah.
I'm sure he drugged me.
He gave me a bottle of water in his car.
It's pretty much the last thing I remember clearly.
But if you have no memory, how can you be sure that you were r*ped?
I had dried semen on my body.
I have injuries.
Did you go to an emergency room?
Don't touch me.
No, I didn't go to the emergency room.
I stood in the shower for an hour and tried to get him off of me.
I just want to go back to work, back to my life.
I don't want to be a victim.
Then why'd you contact us?
Someone should stop him.
Calling LAPD seemed like a bad idea.
Another cop might tell him and... he knows where I live.
Rena, if you want to follow this up, you're going to have to go to the hospital and get tested, and we're going to need to check for fingerprints and DNA.
I don't want anybody to know.
We can protect your identity.
Like on your anonymous tip line?
We couldn't check out your story without talking to you in person.
My story?
I want to bring some technicians here.
You won't find anything.
I cleaned everything with bleach, I b*rned my clothes and my sheets.
Why?
Fire destroys DNA.
I would like to burn the whole apartment.
Rena, I want to believe you, but I need some proof.
Find somebody else.
What does that mean?
He's done this before.
And he'll do it again.
Hey, Colby, do me a favor. Just walk with me.
Yeah, what's up?
LAPD is sending over this Internal Affairs detective, supposedly knows about, uh, the dirty cops, so...
Right, but we don't know that it's a cop yet, right?
I mean, it could have been an impersonator, could be she was lying.
The bartender said she was toasted when she left the bar.
The assistant director told me to get ahead of the media on on this, so if IA can give us some insight, I guess we should take it, right?
What do you got?
Well, Rena Vining's record is clean and as far as impersonators go, we're checking costume houses, uniform shops to see about sales to civilians.
Anything on LAPD?
They had no unmarked cars patrolling the area at the time, but based on descriptions, we've narrowed it down from about
9,000 LAPD cops to 551.
WOMAN: 551 good officers.
Ivy Kirk, IAD.
I thought you were supposed to tell us about the bad cops.
There's bad cops and then there's "rapos" -- different animal.
So you've made up your mind already?
I haven't made up my mind about anything, including you, but I've worked Sex Crimes for 17 years and I'll tell you two things: lots of females cry wolf to cover their own bad behavior and rapists are failures in life.
If she's telling the truth, we're looking for a screw-up with access to a uniform.
I'd check guys fired from the police academy before I go accusing decent cops.
DON: Hey, this is, uh, Megan Reeves.
This is Ivy Kirk, IA, LAPD.
Tox screen found Rohypnol in Rena Vining's bloodstream -- roofies.
So she was telling the truth.
About being on dr*gs anyway.
Uh, Rohypnol is a classic r*pe drug.
It's physically incapacitating, precludes memory, not exactly recreational.
Maybe her drink was laced at the bar.
We still don't know if she was r*ped.
(laughter)
Hey, so I'm not going to make it to lunch after all.
No, me neither. I have a study date.
I just wanted you to know that Larry's going to spend the weekend with us.
Yeah, I gave up my monastic cell to some visiting Tibetans.
Well, Amita's apartment is being tented for termites.
She's staying over.
Well, no, then, I re -- I retract this.
'Cause that-that's too many people, isn't it?
ALAN: No! Nonsense!
No, the easiest thing we do is move over.
There's plenty of room. I'll see you tonight, okay?
But wait, I can... Okay?
I can stay in the garage.
Unnecessary. You're staying in the solarium again.
Well, actually, I think I'd prefer the garage.
It's more like a hermitage.
Do you see what you have here?
Mm-hmm.
It's a Venn diagram intersection indicating suspects who match the description and have had a history of v*olence.
But it's also an ancient religious symbol.
Of course, maybe you know all this already.
The Vesica Piscis.
Now, this symbolizes the meeting of heaven and earth.
He always knows the coolest things.
Hello, sweet one.
How was the rest of your trip back east?
It was great.
And I recognize these from geometry.
Ah, Venn diagrams.
Illustrations used in set theory, showing relationships amongst groups of things.
Although mathematicians have deepened the analysis since you were in school by adding dimensions.
Imagine a dolphin.
It's a mammal; that's one set of information.
It eats fish, an intersecting set represented in two dimensions, but we can also analyze it in three or four dimensions across time and space.
When it swims with a school of other dolphins, it belongs to that set for a while.
When it surfaces, it belongs to the set of things in that space, in that time.
Now, we represent each set of data with a shape reflecting its value, and then...
LARRY: Create a smaller subset common to every set.
Yeah, and I'm just now adding the names of police academy dropouts.
I'll have a more refined suspect list for you soon.
Actually, the victim feels that the r*pist has probably done this before and I would tend to agree with her.
This r*pe was not chaotic; it was controlled; and that comes with repetition, but I don't have any other victims.
And r*pe is a notoriously underreported crime, isn't it?
MEGAN: And if the r*pist is a police officer, victims are much less likely to come forward.
You know, there is a technique called... mm-hmm... syndromic surveillance, which is used to uncover infectious diseases by tracking upticks of pharmaceutical orders.
Perhaps I could adapt it to track behavior associated with sexual as*ault.
Like emergency room visits or morning after pills, hotline calls.
Right, it could totally be a variable in my Venn scheme.
It wouldn't yield victim's names, though, but it could refine search areas and perhaps reveal a hidden time trend.
A chronology would be great.
Just let me get into it.
I'm gonna call a colleague of mine over at the Center for Disease Control.
So, is something else bothering you about all this?
Oh, I just don't like r*pe cases.
Oh, Megan.
Oh, no, not me.
Um, my college roommate was assaulted, and... I watched her slip into a depression, and this victim kind of reminds me of her.
Reminds me that I failed my friend.
How?
I just didn't want to be around her after the r*pe.
You know, I treated her like she had something that was contagious.
I'm telling you, Eppes -- a guy does not start raping out of the blue.
If he's a cop, he's going to have some kind of record -- overuse of force complaints, domestic v*olence, demotion, something.
Anything with uniforms?
Nothing from the cop stores, but there are over 60 costume shops in L.A. servicing the film and TV industry.
It's going to be impossible to track all those uniforms.
Unmarked car could be anybody, but the bubble light...
Did she say what color it was?
Yeah, I think it's of a...
Yeah, blue.
LAPD's red.
DON: So, who uses blue?
Fire department.
Put up the police academy flunk-outs.
So, these are all the guys that either dropped out or were fired?
Yeah, and that still have uniforms.
Malcolm Tucci.
Tucci?
IVY: Hmm...
Ex-volunteer fireman.
I thought I remembered that.
He's got a dishonorable discharge from the Army for assaulting an officer.
He's got a temper.
Ex-Army, ex-fire department, ex-police academy dropout.
This guy has failed at everything he tried.
Well, let's put these in front of Rena and see if she picks him, right?
IVY: All right.
MEGAN: The Rohypnol is still in her system, affecting cognition.
She should remember the guy's face from before he drugged her.
Theoretically, but remember, she didn't want to come forward at all?
So, maybe we should just go easy on her.
Reeves, I've covered over 1,000 r*pe cases. How about you?
Hi, Rena. How you doing?
Oh, just dandy.
You people clean up the fingerprint dust, or is that up to me?
Honey, do men ever clean up after themselves?
Sit down. We want you to take a look at these.
Um, my mind is still kind of fuzzy. I...
It's all right. If you can't...
You'll know him when you see him.
I'm sorry. I-I don't know if I can...
Trust yourself, Rena.
Um... this could be him.
We can't do anything unless you're sure.
I don't, um...
You know what? You really don't have to.
Take your time.
I think this is him.
You think or you know?
Um... this is him.
Good job.
Thank you.
Sign and date the back of the photo.
Is it him?
No bubble light. DON: All right.
Ivy, why don't you and, uh, Billy go around back, huh?
Tommy, come with me.
He had a g*n.
Never took it out, but I was aware of it.
(voice breaking) Said he did me a favor.
Now I was going to do him one.
(sniffles)
I tried to speak...
(groans)
...but I couldn't make any words come out.
Do you remember any identifying marks on his body?
(knocking)
DON: Malcolm Tucci? FBI. Open up.
My brain wasn't working right.
I concentrated on saying, "Stop."
Over and over in my head: "Stop it."
"Stop it."
(sniffles)
I never got it out.
(knocking)
DON: FBI, Malcolm. Open up.
Malcolm, this is the FBI.
I want you to take that g*n and very carefully put it down on the floor to your right.
MEGAN: What else do you remember about him?
Just sh**t me.
DON: Look, I don't want to sh**t you, but I will if you don't do what I'm saying.
Put the g*n on the floor, Malcolm.
And if I don't?
IVY: Malcolm, be smart.
Slide the g*n on the floor, nice and easy.
Come on.
sh**t me.
What's got you down, Malcolm?
Get on the floor.
(panting)
Put your hands behind your back.
(siren whoops)
(hazard lights clicking)
Thank goodness.
I was getting scared.
I'm out of gas, and my cell phone's dead.
Well, why don't you step out of the vehicle, ma'am?
I'll give you a ride.
Why did you have the g*n?
Every night I sit there trying to drink up the nerve to sh**t myself.
Why is that?
I scrubbed out of the Army.
My old man's a retired colonel.
If I sh*t myself, it'd be the first thing I ever did to make him proud.
Where were you Saturday night?
You know where I was. Do I?
I got picked up for fighting at Tweety's Bar on La Brea.
Spent the night in the drunk t*nk.
Damn it!
All right, just hold on.
I need the LAPD arrest sheets for Saturday night. Thanks.
I thought we had him.
Yeah, now you're going to have to force another false I.D. out of our victim.
I didn't force anything.
Rena Vining just blew her credibility.
Just got a call on another r*pe.
This time the guy was in a radio car.
So, unless somebody's missing a police car, that's not an impersonator.
That's an actual cop.
So, 20-year-old female, Josie Biggs, phoned the r*pe Crisis Line, and they called it in.
She had car trouble?
Yeah. She says a police car with flashing lights pulled up, and an uniformed cop offered her a ride.
He was on shift in a marked car? Yeah.
Which narrows it down considerably, so, I'm going to call Charlie.
What did you find out?
He r*ped her at her apartment.
She wasn't drugged. He offered her a bottle of water.
She didn't take it. They're bringing her now.
How is she getting here?
A uni's bringing her.
You put a woman who was att*cked by a cop in a car with a cop?
Nobody wants to get this guy more than we do.
That's not the point.
(indistinct radio communication)
Josie?
My name is Megan Reeves.
I'm with the FBI.
I'm going to speak to her alone.
Did you go to the hospital?
Did they call someone for you?
My parents are flying in tonight.
That's good.
Can you tell me what happened?
You pulled your car over here?
I ran out of gas.
And then the policeman came, and I...
I thought I would be okay.
(sobbing)
I'm sorry.
(sobbing)
LARRY: Once or twice in a lifetime, there are quests that require all that we have to give and more.
Now, I'm about to embark on just such a quixotic adventure, and thinking about who should be my Sancho Panza.
I keep coming up with but one name: yours.
(laughs)
Larry, what are you talking about?
I accepted the D Zero team's offer to search for the Higgs boson, and I require a computational partner.
Are you kidding?
I never josh about the Higgs.
We will be examining decay channels of millions of particles, all to be deciphered like the-the Rosetta Stone.
Amita, this is the work of a lifetime.
It would be an honor.
Brilliant.
Okay, I will talk to, uh, Mildred about getting some of your teaching load reduced.
Okay. Oh, you know, Larry, actually, um, I do have to talk to Charlie, 'cause he and I were planning on co-teaching a class.
Mm... You know, Larry, he always does your math for you.
Why not ask him?
CHARLIE: Hey, Amita?
Hey, did you input the data yet?
'Cause Don needs a suspect list ASAP.
You know what? I think that's the first time in my life I've ever used the word "ASAP."
(laughs) Anyway...
What?
No. Nothing.
Um, yeah, I'm almost finished with the data entry.
Oh, good. You know, something's up with these Venns.
No, seriously. Like, I... I have allowed for the greatest possible variation in the data, and there's still too little overlap.
ALAN: Hey. Greetings, all. Hey.
Aah. Oh, Charlie, again with the blackboards in the living room?
Well, Larry's sleeping in the garage, so...
Yeah, but I can move. No.
No, I've already inflated the air mattress.
No. Dad, it's fine.
We're all going to work in here together. It's okay.
All right, as long as you keep the dining room clear.
I'm making a roast.
No, Alan, I-I don't... I don't eat red meat.
Yeah. Actually, neither do I.
No. I know, I know.
I-I got sea bass for the non-carnivores among us.
Ah, excellent. AMITA: Thanks.
Well, we can concoct a surf-and-turf feast.
(laughs)
Ah.
Don, no semen was recovered from Josie, but both girls tested positive for gonorrhea, and they both say they didn't have it before the r*pe, and I tend to believe them.
So, what, you're thinking he gave it to them?
Yeah. He could have it and not even know.
I mean, why else wouldn't you just knock it out with antibiotics?
Right.
Okay, so, I've got a list here of 12 officers.
They meet all the criteria, but confidence isn't high.
Why not?
'Cause the data's remaining opaque, and that gives me an uneasy feeling.
So, what do you suggest?
Tread carefully.
You think we can get the girl in to look at the pictures?
MEGAN: Her parents are trying to take her home to Montana.
I can give it a try, but they're closing ranks around her.
Yeah, give it a sh*t.
Meanwhile, let's bring them in, and we'll get warrants for blood tests.
Your radio went silent today for 17 minutes in the Cahuenga Pass.
Can you tell me why?
I got something to eat.
Where? Chackbay Diner.
You got a receipt?
No.
You made a traffic stop on Lankershim -- 10:13 -- then no other activity till you went off shift.
What were you doing?
Patrolling.
Just driving around?
It was peaceful.
Not for Josie Biggs.
This is crap.
DON: Yeah? Look, you were in the area of both r*pes; you fit the description; you can't account for your time.
I mean, Officer, what would you think?
Some chippy's making false accusations
'cause she's pissed for getting a speeding ticket, or she slept around and her boyfriend found out so she cries r*pe.
All right, I want to know where were you when your radio went silent?
I'm looking for a r*pist, all right?
I'm not here to give cops a hard time.
I was asleep, okay?
I pulled under the 405 overpass, and caught a few z's.
(knocking on glass) All right, just relax.
Sit down. Don't go anywhere.
The results of the blood tests are in.
All right.
One guy tested positive.
Just because a guy has a sexually transmitted disease does not make him a r*pist.
It's all circumstantial. DON: Which guy?
MEGAN: Arnold Owens.
We need a lineup.
I don't know if I can get Josie Biggs to come in.
Maybe Rena Vining.
Vining's no good. She whiffed the last time.
DON: Let's just see if we can get Josie to come in with her parents then, all right?
COLBY: All right, Owens.
Let's go. You know the drill: stand there, say nothing unless instructed.
Why I gotta be in a lineup? I didn't do anything.
So what if I got the clap?
Just shut up and do it.
OWENS: Oh, great.
So you're going going to treat me like a r*pist now, Butler?
Is that it?
See what you did?
Just be cool, man, all right?
If you didn't do it, you got nothing to worry about.
Like innocent guys never go down, is that what you're saying?
All right, that's it. Let's go.
MEGAN: Thank you for coming.
We're going to make this as painless as possible.
Nothing is painless about this, Agent Reeves.
Uh, we'll wait out here in the hallway.
Yeah, you best not let me lay eyes on this guy.
And they won't be able to see you, all right?
So, all you have to do is tell me if you recognize the man who att*cked you and that's it.
Then you'll all be out of here in less than five minutes.
Hi, Josie.
Okay, so just take your time, sweetie, all right?
I mean, as I said, you have nothing to worry about.
They can't see you, so...
He's not there.
Where is he? I thought you said you had him.
Are you sure? She said it's none of them.
This is wrong. Something's wrong.
What? What's wrong?
The uniform.
IVY: What? What, Josie?
He had a patch on his arm.
The man who...
Who assaulted you.
Where's my mom?
Can I see my mom, please?
Yeah, okay, just what kind of patch?
A bell.
Wait, wait, all right, Josie...
Josie, hold on.
Stay away from us.
MEGAN: Mr. Biggs, wait...
You've been investigating the wrong police department.
MEGAN: Colina Police Department.
It's a town of like 60,000, 15 miles east of downtown, still in L.A. County.
DON: Right. So, what, he comes here because he knows the LAPD uniforms look pretty much the same?
And he gets mixed in with 9,000 other suspects -- sly boy.
What, so now you're thinking it is a cop?
Look, Eppes, my gut told me it wasn't any of my men; my gut was right.
Uh-huh.
How are we doing getting Josie to look at the pictures?
Gone.
Her father says they're putting this behind them and pretending like it never happened.
Easy for them to say. Yeah.
And where's Colby?
He's gone to Colina PD to do interviews.
I can help with that.
Ah, that's all right.
Look, Eppes, I grew up in a small department like Colina.
I know all about how the good old boys close ranks.
Let me help you.
All right.
I'll find the local r*pe crisis line, see if I can find some new victims.
I can't believe we have to start all over.
We don't.
I talked to the L.A. County Health Department.
Both Rena and Josie have contracted an unusual strain of gonorrhea: quinolone-resistant Neisseria gonorrhoeae.
A drug-resistant strain.
Now, there is one class of antibiotic left to defeat superbugs, but only one, and doctors try really hard not to use it.
MEGAN: Okay, so...
So, gonorrhea is a reportable STD.
Now, based on public health data, I can construct a sexual networking model for the city of Colina and map infections back through multiple sexual partners to find the source.
It's like any other networking model -- a family tree, a facebook, nerve endings -- where each connection transmits data, a nerve impulse.
For example, a hand waving.
We notice the effect and map the connection back to the source.
Now, in this case, the hand waving represents a person coming in for treatment, usually a woman, as the symptoms are more immediate.
Okay, so, what? How does this help?
With most people, they go in for treatment and they don't come back.
We're looking for the ones who keep coming back because the treatment doesn't work.
We would then suspect the drug-resistant strain.
So we would question the people in that network until we found a connection to Colina PD?
COLBY: At the time of the last r*pe, you had 11 officers on duty, five who fit the profile.
My men will answer questions for ten minutes.
You will not have access to them beyond that, and I will not allow their blood to be tested without a court order, is that clear?
A court order's not a problem.
Chief, I just went through this with my men in L.A.
And now you know they're innocent, correct?
As are my men.
We've gotten calls for over a year about women being r*ped by a policeman.
They were too terrified to give their names.
How many calls?
Six or seven.
Did you report them?
Until I was blue in the face.
Colina PD has ignored me and no longer takes my calls.
The Sheriff's Department says they don't have enough to go on.
I'm going to need the exact dates and times of the calls.
I have it right here.
I've been waiting for someone to listen.
So, seven r*pes in the last year, and two in the last week.
CHARLIE: Okay, so, Patient 07-649F returned to the clinic on what date?
September 9.
It was her third visit after two tries with Cipro.
Seems Patient 07-649F has the drug-resistant variety.
She's listed as a sex worker.
I've always found that term so odd.
(chuckles)
Alan, sorry, we've taken over your living room.
Hey, how about you b*at me at a game of chess?
Where?
The kitchen.
Sure. Why not?
You know, Charlie, we should really be doing this work in the office.
Don't worry about him. He likes having everyone around.
Who's the next return patient?
Uh... 07-992F.
October 1, after three rounds of Cipro.
And she's not listed as a sex worker.
Right.
Uh... Charlie.
Larry has asked me to partner with him on the Higgs boson work.
Really?
That's awesome.
That...
Are you excited?
Yes, I am.
I mean, I've never done anything like this.
But it means that I will have to lighten my teaching load, and I won't be able to co-teach that course with you this semester.
Oh, I see, okay.
Well, maybe I'll find another really cute post-grad who can teach it with me.
This must be strange for you.
I know you've worked with him before.
You know, when I did math for Larry, it was kind of secondary for me.
But the search for the Higgs is so important to him, he needs a true collaborator who has the time, and that's not me, it's you.
You have the perfect skills.
It's a perfect time in your life to do this project.
It's not strange for me at all.
Don't lie.
Okay, maybe it's a little strange, but not much.
I want the world for you.
Thank you.
(siren wailing)
(g*n clicking)
(g*nsh*t)
(keypad beeps twice, auto-dial beeps rapidly)
(doorbell rings)
Thank you for coming.
I'm privileged to be asked.
I know I'm supposed to talk to someone when I get this involved in a case and there's... there's no one better to talk to than you.
Shall we make some tea?
I-I hate this, Larry. I hate it.
I hate seeing their eyes, the women, the fear.
And the shame when they didn't do anything wrong.
I hate that nobody's talking about this and that... this person is a cop... he's supposed to protect people.
And I... keep imagining... situations where I have a legitimate reason to k*ll him.
The psyche plays out these urges so we don't have to act on them in reality.
CHARLIE: ...use an algorithm to narrow the field...
Hey. Hey.
So, I narrowed the field down to two women in Colina being treated for drug-resistant gonorrhea:
Patients 07-513F and 07-992F.
Uh-huh, what about names?
That took a little doing.
I had to convinced my friend at the Health Department to reveal the names.
It's Virginia Mallard and Oki Chigawa.
Mallard?
There's a Mallard on the Colina PD, but he wasn't on duty either night of the r*pe, and he doesn't fit the description: he's black.
What about the other one?
Unmarried prost*tute.
She's in the system.
All right, well, I'll set up an interview.
We'll bring in this Mallard guy and see if we get something.
MEGAN: Were you aware that the r*pe crisis line in your town received seven calls in the last year alleging r*pe by an on-duty police officer?
Yeah, we all heard, some whackadoo feminist's got it in for us.
Those first few phone calls coincide with your schedule pretty well, Bill.
Yeah. You were on duty in the area during the first five alleged r*pes by a cop in Colina.
What do you have to say about that?
I got nothing to say about that.
Has your wife been ill, Officer Mallard?
What?
You see, the r*pe victims have this really unusual strain of gonorrhea, and your wife... Now hold on.
Stop right there.
Oh, did you contract this disease while raping someone and then pass it on to your unfortunate wife?
I didn't r*pe anybody.
So your wife was sleeping around, huh?
That's how she got the clap?
One more word about my wife, I will leap across this table and smack the crap out of you...
Bill, you gave your wife a drug-resistant strain of gonorrhea that she'll be dealing with for the rest of her life.
Where'd you get it from, huh?
A hooker?
We've been talking to this one.
You think your name is going to come up?
So what?
We were getting some from hookers.
That's not r*pe.
Who's "we"?
IVY: Bill... we know it wasn't you.
We're looking for a white guy.
Just tell us what you know.
Who's his partner?
Richard Wong.
No good.
Was he riding with the same guy when the first r*pes were reported?
That's a good question.
You r*pe those first few women together, Bill?
We're going to get him, you know, between the victims, and the witnesses and the semen.
So you should decide if you want to go down together.
I tried to stop him. You got to believe me.
Who?
Cleary.
He got violent with the hookers and... next thing I know he's branching out to regular women... which was when I asked for a new partner.
How many women you think were r*ped
'cause you didn't have the spine to turn in a bad cop?
I tried to talk him out of it.
Cleary's just gone off shift.
Colby's headed to his residence.
Let's go.
Blaine Cleary! FBI!
Clear.
Clear.
Clear.
No vehicle in the garage.
I don't think he's been here since he got off shift at midnight.
He's out trawling for another victim.
Could be anywhere.
(indistinct radio communication)
There's still no sign of him.
All right, look, we'll call you if we get anything, all right?
You got this wrong.
Yeah, if he's such a great cop, and he has so many arrests, why was he demoted three months ago?
It was not a demotion.
You put a super-cop in the motor pool to unclog carburetors?
I mean, what was it, some kind of abuse or sexual harassment, is that it?
You don't want to find yourself covering for a r*pist now, do you?
That's why the schedules don't match.
That's why there's different vehicles.
At the end of his shifts, he took cars from the motor pool without signing them out.
You got GPSes in your cars, right?
Yeah.
All right, let's see if anything's missing.
Why don't you head out to where the last two att*cks happened, then we'll call you if we get any coordinates, all right?
And call Colby. Got it.
MEGAN: 7.7424, West 118 degrees, 20.80614.
Got it.
It's an unmarked dark Crown Vic.
(beeping)
He's back in LAPD territory.
Don, we'll meet you there.
MAN: It's all right, ma'am. I'll give you a ride home.
That'd be cool.
You all right? Yeah.
4257 Oakwood in Burbank?
You're not going to arrest me, right?
No, doing you a favor.
Why don't you drink some water. You'll feel better.
Thanks, but what about my car?
I gotta go to work in the morning.
What's happening?
(tires screeching)
(siren blaring)
What are you doing?
We're chasing Cleary on Acton towards Bishop Road.
He's got a woman in the car.
All right, look, I'm going to try heading him away from the freeway then.
Oh, God!
(tires screeching)
Whoa, what do you think?
Where's he going? Where's he going?
He's gotta know we got him on GPS.
Don, he's gonna ditch.
Where's Colby? He's on his way.
(tires screeching, engine roaring)
Put the w*apon down.
COLBY: Put it down.
DON: Cleary, it's over. Drop it.
IVY: Are you okay?
Yeah. Okay.
Come on.
All right, you all right? Okay.
I got her! I got her! Go!
Freeze!
Drop your w*apon! (screams)
What if I don't?
You better do it.
It's just sex, guys.
Not that big a deal. Yeah.
See if you feel any differently about it when you're someone's cell block bitch.
Let's go.
You all right? Yeah.
Whew! Nice.
Thanks.
(panting) Yeah.
You know, Charles, there's something rather delicate I need to discuss with you.
I think it's an inspired choice.
Yeah, what is?
Asking Amita to work with you on the Higgs boson.
You do?
Maybe we should consider getting one of those new refrigerators that uses less energy.
Uh... "we"?
I-I was just speaking in general.
I love that you said "we."
So how is the grand experiment coming along?
Well, the algorithm shows that the best financial move would be my dad buys a condo and Amita moves in here.
But we're still working on the emotional valuations, which are a little less clear-cut.
Could deliver a different outcome.
Translation: Charlie's not ready.
(chuckling) No.
I just need to readjust the math.
Take another look.
Ah, the timeless dilemma -- how to coerce logic to suit feelings.
Well, nobody's in a rush.
Where's Alan?
Dad?
Breakfast.
Donnie, coffee.
Aren't you suppose to be getting up?
What are you doing?
It's my day to sleep late.
Oh, ow, eh. Sorry.
This is ridiculous.
Look, you got to sleep in your own place, all right?
Yeah, but they were having an all-night math-a-thon in the living room.
♪ That's where I'm heading for ♪
♪ Hold onto a sinking stone ♪
♪ Until the worst is known... ♪ That's him.
I remember his eyes.
We have him in custody.
Will you testify?
Well, just think about it.
I have to move on, forget about it.
♪ Nobody protects you... ♪
I had a friend in college who was r*ped and she felt the same way.
She was just going to tough it out, and, uh, her body wouldn't let her.
She started to have flashbacks and... she was too smart for therapy, so... she kind of fell into dr*gs.
What happened to her?
Someone, a much better friend than I was, got her some help, but it... it took years.
♪ Nobody wants to... ♪ I have some names of some people that could help you.
They're good people and they'll know what you've been through.
♪ Talk about it ♪
♪ No one protects you ♪
♪ Yeah... ♪
You have nothing to be ashamed of.
I used to think it was strange when people called r*pe "soul m*rder."
Do you think my soul has been m*rder*d?
No. I think you've been hurt and you need some help.
I don't think you could handle this on your own any more than you could remove a b*llet from your body.
And you could testify or not, but... you got to start to think about what's going to work for you for the long haul.
And please don't be too proud to ask for help.
♪ Nobody wants to ♪
♪ Think about it ♪
♪ Nobody wants to ♪
♪ Talk about it ♪
♪ Nobody wants to ♪