Hey, Charlie.
How about a game?.
Uh, no. Uh, I've got to finish
-grading papers. -Oh, I can wait.
Or maybe not.
-ALAN: Hey, Amita, how about a... -Hmm?. Not now.
-The show's starting. -What do you mean, starting?.
You've been camped out there for over an hour.
No, no, no. That was the preshow.
Now the actual awards start.
ANNOUNCER: Live from Downtown Los Angeles...
-Hey. -What's the score?.
Uh, it's just starting.
ANNOUNCER: Welcome to the Sixth Annual
Cinema and Television...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
CHARLlE: Um, I'm recording the game.
We're going to watch it after Amita watches her show.
-I'll be done by then. -But I left work early
-for this. -ALAN: Hey, Donnie, Donnie, how about a game
of chess in the meantime?.
Oh, come on, Don, watch the show with me.
This is much more entertaining than hockey. Trust me.
...supporting actor award for a motion picture performance
is last year's winner
and costar of the soon to be released
Deadline for Tomorrow,
Miss Scarlet McBain.
(audience clapping)
Thank you.
It was my honor to win this award last year,
and I look forward to winning it again next year.
What is this?. What are we watching?.
AMlTA: Come on, you guys just need
to get to know the players, okay?.
The presenter is Scarlet McBain.
She's uber-talented,
but she had this whole DUl thing happen last month
where she blew a. 1 8
at 4:00 in the afternoon.
-Oh, well... -Yeah.
Check out that dress.
AMlTA: Look at that diamond necklace.
-I'm black. -Ah, now you're talking.
Marcella Nico for Risque Living.
Courtney Hollis for Love...
Mmm! Charlie!
-CHARLlE: What?. -AMlTA: The TV.
Uh, it's the cable.
There's a... there's an intermittent
where it hooks up in the garage.
I know.
-I'll go fix it. -Thank you.
(clattering)
(rustling, loud breathing)
Is somebody in here?.
(Charlie yelling)
Hello, Charles.
Larry?.
What... what are you doing here?.
Uh, well, given the general detritus, the tent,
I'd say the answer is fairly obvious.
I've been squatting.
My assistant, Debbie Porter, and... who, you know,
-keeps my life from spinning out of control. -All right.
And, um, oh, my therapist, Ronda Van Gant
who keeps my life on an even keel--
-and should for $300 an hour. -(people coughing over TV)
You guys, check this out.
Um... oh, my accountant, Stan Waterford,
and... and my personal trainer, Oki... (coughs)
Is this part of the show?.
MAN: Fire!
-Fire! -(people screaming)
MAN (over P.A.): Ladies and gentlemen,
please proceed in an orderly fashion to the exits
-at the rear of the theater. -(phone ringing)
Please stay calm, and follow the instructions
-of the ushers -Yeah. Hey.
-and security personnel. -DON: I'm actually watching it.
I mean, I'm-I'm not... Amita's got it on here.
DON: Yeah. Right.
Okay. I'm on my way.
-What happened?. -I don't know.
They just... they want to rule out terrorism.
Um...
knight to bishop three.
That's checkmate, pal.
I'll see you guys later.
NlKKl: Okay, there were no explosions,
and LAFD hasn't found any evidence of an actual fire.
Only injuries are people who were hurt
-in the stampede to get out of there. -Right.
-Agents, can you comment on what happened tonight?. -Sorry.
Hey, uh, we don't know anything yet. Thanks a lot.
Don, EOD found a dozen of these.
Definitely not part of the show.
It's a radio-activated smoke bomb.
Very sophisticated, placed in just the right spots.
Are-are you really from the FBl,
or is that jacket from wardrobe?.
No, it's all real.
Oh, good.
Someone just yanked a $300,000 necklace
just right off of me.
By the time I turned around to fight them--
and I am a certified black belt in Brazilian jujitsu--
but the smoke was so thick I couldn't see,
-uh, who did it. -And what did they get?.
It was a large purple stone to match my gown
and earrings that...
do you want me to draw a picture of them?.
They got four gold chains
and, of course... the ring.
Custom-made, 24 carat,
platinum inlay and about three dozen diamonds.
-Size?. -About, uh...
three inches.
It's a ponytail ring.
Have you never seen any of my movies?.
Oh, sure.
Yeah, mostly the old ones, you know, before you got...
What, before I got... before I got fat?.
Anything else taken?.
My ponytail.
Just talked to LAPD.
They got over a dozen celebrities
reporting stolen jewelry.
Yeah, smoke bombs
were a cover for a grab-and-go jewelry heist.
A striking addition of two plus two.
Elizabeth Hopkins, Lloyd's of London.
London. What kind of plane
-did they put you on?. -Oh, I was inside the theater
watching over the jewelry my company insures.
And you watched it walk out the door.
Oh, touche.
One bitchy remark does deserve another.
You're going to need my help
dealing with these people.
They're actors.
Hey!
Hey! Give me that!
Give me that camera!
Victims are all gathered up
and giving us drink orders while they wait.
WOMAN: Officer, could you call my nanny and tell her
-to put my son, lonesco, to bed?. -MAN: Hey!
Son of a bitch! I'm going to kill you!
-And then I'm going to sue you! -Welcome to the circus.
(grunts)
WOMAN: The suffocating smoke,
people pushing and shoving like I was a below-the-line.
I mean, I thought I was seriously going to die.
Okay. Well, I think I have everything.
I'm just going to need to get your name.
(laughs)
Is that your way of asking for an autograph?.
Uh... no.
"We'll meet again.
"Perhaps not in this world,
"but we will find each other,
because love never dies."
Regina Landers.
But you knew that.
Right?.
Right.
It's an eight-figure heist with 20 million people watching,
and we really only have one witness?.
Only took seconds for the place to fill with smoke.
You know, someone yells fire,
creates the perfect cover to grab jewelry.
How many got hit?.
1 6, all A-list celebrities.
You know, weird thing is, a lot of them
seem clueless as to what they lost.
ELlZABETH: Well, in addition to being
generally clueless,
they probably didn't own what they lost.
A lot of the stars wear borrowed jewelry.
Their stylists select the pieces
from high-end dealers on Rodeo Drive.
They may not see what they're wearing
until right before the event.
And all this security here-- I mean, how did these guys
-get in?. -NlKKl: I'll go talk to the director.
Why don't you two try to put together
a detailed list of everything taken.
Yeah.
(David clears throat)
LARRY: I apologize.
I probably should have asked permission
before setting up residence in your garage.
I don't know.
I just needed a slower reentry into society.
'Cause I have been leading
a rather solitary existence of late.
Uh, I'm sorry, Larry, but...
where the hell have you been?.
AM lTA: I'm guessing from your new look
-that you didn't end up in ltaly. -(Larry chuckles)
Nor Greece, nor Alaska,
nor any of the destinations that I'd chosen.
Surely, somewhere without a phone or postal system,
since we didn't hear word one from you.
No. Serendipity placed me in the Mojave Desert,
just about 1 50 miles from here.
Pristine night skies.
Minimal light pollution.
Crystalline seasonal constellations.
Did you find what you were looking for?.
Yes.
And?.
Do you happen to have any shaved Parmesan?.
So, the show was moving along fine.
I mean, we were actually running
a little short, which was a first.
Then, suddenly, all this smoke and screaming,
and the wonderful sound of my directing career
going right down the toilet.
-How many cameras were going?. -Eight.
But none of the footage is better than this, because,
once the smoke started, you couldn't see anything.
We're still going to need to see them.
COLBY: What about the security?.
This is supposed to be a closed event, right?.
Yeah, supposed to be.
I mean, everybody--
audience, crew-- they're on a list.
No way in if you're not on it.
What, are you going to want to see that, too?.
These guys got in somehow, right?.
I don't know-- I mean, maybe, like,
a P.A. or a writer.
They're always complaining about money.
-What's that?. -Check this out.
It's an interactive seating chart, okay?.
Yellow squares-- that's what we call camera candy.
Hot actors, reality stars.
You know, the people you want to tune in to, to see.
Then, the red squares-- well,
Iet's just say that you would recognize them
if you've been to dinner theater recently.
Then, the blue squares
are the people that we have to invite,
but we don't want to invite.
Like agents,
agents and agents.
All right, I'm going to need a copy of that, too.
-How is a seating chart going to help you?. -I don't know.
But the rule of thumb is, if something reminds me
of my tenth grade geometry class,
then we can probably use it to solve the crime.
DAVlD: 47 pieces
of stolen jewelry.
We insured this piece.
42 carats, total weight.
Value: million and a quarter.
Seriously?.
Mm-hmm.
Now, you walk around wearing that,
you deserve to be robbed.
Is that the FBl's official position
or a personal insight?.
My personal insight is there are better things
people can be doing with their money,
and much better things I could be doing with my time.
Ah, the moral certainty of reverse snobbery.
The wealthier the victim,
the less deserving of justice?.
I didn't say that at all.
NlKKl: Scored the guest list.
Everyone who was inside
when the heist went down.
And we also have local news stations
sending over all their footage of the crowd running out.
Bad guy's got to be in there somewhere, right?.
The only problem is, we don't know who we're looking for.
Ah, what goes better with a Glock--
emeralds or rubies?.
Rubies.
Emeralds are for hand grenades.
-Opals for switchblades. -(Nikki laughs)
She seems kind of cool.
Cool?. Aah.
Cold is more like it.
Ew. You like her.
No.
(phone ringing)
Oh. Betancourt.
Look, the answer
to the first question is we're working on it.
The answer to the second question is,
it's not going to happen.
(sighs)
Sven Regal.
He keeps calling me to see if we got any leads on his ponytail.
Oh.
And the second question?.
He likes you.
(laughs)
Hey. How we doing?.
Uh, doing an inventory,
running down a list of, uh, attendees.
This call came while you were upstairs.
From the warden at San Quentin.
Said you'd want to know about it.
Oh, yeah.
That name look familiar?.
I helped bust him, uh, something like ten years ago,
and he tried to appeal a zillion times.
One of those cases that just wouldn't die, huh?.
Yeah.
I guess it's dead now.
COLBY: As far as we can tell,
the victims were robbed at roughly the same time.
-So, multiple thieves. -COLBY: So, I'm wondering--
do you think we can use this
to figure out how many there were
-and where they were?. -(door opens)
-Hey. -COLBY: Larry.
Oh, you're back. Hey, you look, uh...
-Refreshed?. -Yeah.
So, what's the case du jour here?.
Oh, the chase.
One of the things I missed most dearly.
That and shaving, evidently.
(laughs)
Hey, Larry. What happened?.
I thought you came in to get the chessboard.
Retrograde analysis.
A-a simple matter
of finding a fixed point
where a thief could be stationed
to maximize efficiency in intercepting his victims.
I need to see the theater.
AMlTA: Wow. So much smaller than it looks on TV.
You know, this is the exact seat where Rachel Hollander sat.
LARRY: Yeah, I'm slightly
discomfited by this starstruck component
of your personality.
Well, love me, love my US Weekly.
Five feet, two inches.
And by the way, you know,
-I'm not going to do it. -LARRY: Do what?.
Not going to go blue in the face
trying to penetrate the latest Fleinhardt mystery.
I'm not trying to generate any mystery.
Just enjoying the adrenaline of this one.
Not to mention,
it's nice having conversation of a non-canine nature.
You were talking to dogs?.
Uh, coyotes.
They didn't talk back.
Hi.
Good morning.
Is this, uh, going to take long?.
'Cause I got a big meeting at the network.
Turns out that the, uh, awards show got monster ratings, so...
Next year, maybe you can blow up the theater.
So, these are the seats where the victims were sitting.
We used them as epicenters.
And I input their descriptions
of the attacks.
Then I calculated the seating position
from which each thief could have optimized
his or her stealing opportunity.
The thieves began here
in these six seats.
OLlVER: Yeah. So?.
Well, according to your seating chart...
Right, okay.
Bruce, Keanu, Angelina.
Uh, no, this isn't... no, this isn't right.
No kidding.
The thieves were in these seats.
Maybe, but Bruce, Keanu
and Angelina were not.
NlKKl: So, who the hell was?.
What the hell is a seat filler?.
The theater always has to be full, okay?.
There's nothing worse on TV than a
half-empty awards show.
-Except an awards show. -Hey!
Fillers are warm bodies that we put into the seats
when the stars aren't in them.
During the event,
actors are called on stage to present.
And it's a very, very long show.
-Bathroom breaks?. -Smoke breaks.
-Something else breaks. -As long as they come back upright.
Well, you didn't give us a seat filler list.
'Cause I don't have one. We get it from a private contractor.
Her name is Paula Watson.
Really hard to believe
anyone I hired would be involved in any of this.
And why is that?.
These are geeks and wannabes
with pretty faces. I scare them up
at campuses, coffee shops, clubs.
They're the kind of kids who work for 65 bucks and a chance
to pretend they're going to be famous someday.
Well, we're gonna need names to go with these pretty faces.
I'm pretty busy right now.
I've got the Syn-Can Awards tomorrow night and...
Syndicated Canadian TV.
Okay.
I'm looking.
So, who decides which ass goes in which seat?.
Hmm?.
Uh, well, I coordinate with the, uh,
director, but it's pretty random.
A seat's open, I grab whoever's standing around. Ah.
Is that blood?.
Mmm. Jelly doughnut.
Hey, it's not the VMAs.
COLBY: So, David and the insurance investigator
inventoried all the stolen jewelry,
and it turns out a lot of it was from one place.
A Beverly Hills jeweler-- Hans Stollbach.
So, what, they're thinking insurance fraud?.
COLBY: Checking into it.
Yeah. And we're also taking another look
at the footage from the show, figuring now
we know where the guys were seated,
maybe we can find a face.
Yeah. And?.
Well, as you can see, the smoke
is definitely a problem.
Hey, can you do me a favor and give me a lift somewhere?.
Yeah, sure. Where?.
Uh, over to the evidence warehouse.
You know, the parking there is a nightmare.
(horn honks)
DAVlD: Hans Stollbach?.
ELlZABETH: Of course it's Hans.
No one else looks
this good without trying.
Always a pleasure.
-Trainee?. -FBl.
ELlZABETH: He's taken a very
passionate and personal concern
with the Cinema and Television Select Awards theft.
Most of the stolen jewelry came from your store.
My jewelry is the most sought-after
for these events, so that's no surprise.
Of course, the insurance
payoff won't even begin to cover my losses.
-And how is that?. -Ms. Hopkins must have told you
that almost all of the pieces I loaned out
were appraised at about half their current market value.
Must have slipped her mind.
Serves me right for leaving
my idiot nephew in charge of updating inventory valuations.
He's not working here anymore.
-Mmm. -Well, even half of $20 million--
I mean, that's still... you know,
-that's some serious money. -lf I were going to risk
going to prison, I wouldn't do it at a discount.
-(chuckles) -I'll need copies of your paperwork.
Of course.
(David clears throat)
I wanted to see how he'd react.
And possibly get back at you for souring my day.
Me?.
Halfway through air-kissing Hans,
I could just about hear you thinking,
"Two vacant rich people
"fretting about pointlessly
pretty rocks and metal."
I didn't... I didn't...
Okay.
You know, I grew up in Brixton.
My mom was a bookkeeper.
My dad owned a small chemist.
And the kids-- my friends-- were always stealing stuff.
They figured he owned a store, he had to be rich,
it didn't matter.
But the reality is,
is that everyone's always richer than someone else.
So I believe
everyone's loss matters.
Well, I grew up in the South Bronx, and, um,
I was the kid stealing the candy.
So,
I'm sorry about that.
Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...
You know, I thought an application
of image reconstruction
would do the trick, but the smoke's too dense.
Can we play this again?.
-Oh, you got something?. -LARRY: No. I just
find her speech compelling.
Her sad yearning for connection.
What's all this stuff?.
News footage from the crowd. Why?.
Masses exiting.
-Crowd flux dynamics. -Yeah.
And I picture...?.
The Colosseum.
In Roman times, engineers studied
how people exit large venues.
They tend to exit in predictable ways.
If we know the person's seat location
and the floor plan of the venue,
we can calculate their likely route and exit speed
to predict where they'll end up outside.
We may not have useable footage
of our thieves inside the theater,
but we have video of them
outside the theater, somewhere in the crowd.
And we know their seat locations,
their starting points.
So, all we really need to do
is identify one face exiting.
LARRY: So, he becomes our key.
Calculate his route and rate of exit,
and use that to find the others.
Yeah. I really did miss this.
So, does this have anything to do with the case?.
No.
Something I should know about?.
No.
Okay, then. (sighs)
Where to now, Miss Daisy?.
I-I've left you at least a dozen messages.
1 6, but who's counting.
Look, as soon as your hair shows up, you will be
the first call that someone other than me will make.
You know, I really feel like there's this, uh,
chemistry here that you might be denying.
The only one denying chemistry is you.
I suggest you go to your shrink and have him write you a script.
I did that already.
This is me, healthy.
This is me, getting back to my job.
DAVlD: Man has got money.
NlKKl: Not that much.
Hey, where's your girlfriend?.
Not Colby. The other one.
The girl.
(laughs)
Okay. What do you got?.
The list the, uh...
Paula Watson, the seat filler coordinator, gave us.
Six of the names were bogus.
DAVlD: That's the same number of guys
Charlie thinks we're looking for.
There's more.
Now, I spoke with one of the seat fillers
that was there that night.
He asked Paula if he could sit
in an open seat next to Sven Regal.
You know, kid's seen all of his movies.
And he still wanted to sit next to him?.
Well, Paula told him she had the seat reserved.
She gave it to an older guy who spoke Spanish.
And before the show,
the kid saw him hanging with five other guys,
all older, all Spanish-speaking.
And they did not look like they were there for fun.
PAULA: I hired a lot of people
-that night. -A half dozen of whom
are willing to testify that you saved seats
for a crew of Spanish-speaking guys.
Now, if we connect them to the robbery,
you look a lot like an accomplice.
Especially if you keep lying to me.
One of the camera operators, Geno Murelli,
he told me he had a cousin
who was a-a really big fan of Sven Regal.
Asked me if I could put him in a seat next to him.
I had the schedule, I knew where
all the open seats were going to be.
What about the others?.
Geno gave me a list.
Other friends... who wanted to sit
-next to other actors. -And you bought his story?.
At $600 a favor, l-I really didn't think about it.
If I had enough imagination to guess
what Geno was up to, l...
I wouldn't be doing this for a living.
Yeah, well, where can we find him?.
COLBY: Clear.
DAVlD: Clear.
Got a body.
Still warm.
Well, lukewarm anyway.
Geno did his homework.
NlKKl: Gun!
He's headed for the roof.
Take the stairs.
(bullets ricocheting)
Well, there's one way to obstruct an investigation.
DAVlD: The body in the apartment was Geno Murelli,
camera operator for the show.
He worked the aisles, getting close-ups of the stars
Iooking happy while they lose. Now, he had a seating chart,
floor plan, schedule of the show.
-He had everything. -ELlZABETH: Except the loot.
Yeah, we didn't find any
of the missing jewelry at his apartment.
We l. D.'d the guy who took a header off the roof.
Jose Duran.
He's a Colombian in the country on a tourist visa.
SlD had a hard time getting his prints.
-Why is that?. -Scarring.
His fingertips were all torn up.
Which would suggest we're dealing
with a South American Theft Group.
SATGs operate out of different countries,
specializing in jewelry theft.
How do you get all that from scarred fingers?.
To join, you have to pass a test called the seven bells.
They place a coat on a mannequin,
put a piece of jewelry in the pocket.
The recruit has to retrieve the jewelry
without ringing the bell.
Oh, they also put razor blades in the pockets.
Just to keep it interesting.
SATG members don't trust outsiders,
so they may have used Geno Murelli
for access and information, but he was not a shot caller.
Murelli signed an immigration visa
for a cousin named Raul Hernandez.
He's on our watch list,
suspected of running a ring in Bogota.
I would venture to guess that he's our shot-caller.
Well, Charlie and Amita need faces,
so why don't you give them Hernandez and this guy.
How is the facial recognition going?.
Video's degraded.
We're having trouble.
No, there is Raul Hernandez.
CHARLlE: The SATG leader.
AMlTA: I've got a metric on his route
and rate of exit from the theater.
So, let's turn the crowd flux program loose
and then see if we can find the rest of them.
LARRY: You know, this is like the M-1 70 story.
What is?.
We just got our first match.
LARRY: It's just all harkening back
to my time in the desert, my work.
Just got two more.
CHARLlE: M-170--
that's a star.
Yeah, it's tucked away in Andromeda.
And much as I never wanted to play favorites
among constellations,
I did always admire its...
AMlTA: There's Jose Duran.
...simple yet elegant V-shape.
AMlTA: We got them.
We got the whole crew.
It can wait.
Did you, uh... you pull their rap sheets yet?.
I did, yeah.
I, uh, printed them out.
That's the file I left on Don's desk, I think.
You know anything about an old case--
uh, perp's name was Marcus Taylor?.
Yeah, he died in prison a few days ago.
I think he's, uh, one of Don's old collars.
Why?.
No reason.
-Here you go. -Hey, thanks.
Can't say I recognize any of them.
You really think they came in here to case my store?.
These guys are smart, Hans.
DAVlD: If I risked a heist this big,
I would definitely case the merchandise.
Uh, you have digital files on these cameras, right?.
I'll ask my nephew to put the files on disk for you.
DAVlD: I thought you fired your nephew.
I did.
My sister-in-law can be quite vocal.
And my brother owns a piece in the business.
Hmm.
Engraved platinum.
Retail...
it's probably worth about 150 grand.
(gasps)
Look at the color, the sheer brilliance.
The pattern of inclusions makes it unique.
Like a fingerprint.
Easy enough to be drawn to the shine,
or the smooth, hard texture.
I think we understand that...
on an animal level.
HANS: An excellent choice.
Yeah, I'll be back in about 80 years
to pay for it.
I'll need those disks as soon as you can get them.
-(door opens) -CHARLlE: Hey.
-(door closes) -ALAN: Hi.
Oh, what are we doing here?.
I'm conducting a postmortem
on my afternoon chess game with Larry.
I mean, whatever that guy was doing in the desert,
he's come back as Garry Kasparov.
We used to be evenly matched.
He's killing me now.
And Don...
he took me apart with one eye on the TV.
Am I slipping, Charlie?.
You know, that's hard to say, Dad.
I never really got your game.
Just the reassurance I was looking for.
And what about Larry?.
Did you talk to him about this Howard Hughes look of his?.
Yeah, he started to, but then it sort of dropped.
You let it drop?.
He's... different this time.
I look in his eyes,
and there's a clarity there.
You know, I used to worry about him,
I used to worry about me,
but, uh,
I think we're okay with it all now.
-Nice. -You want them?.
Eh, no, not now.
Sven Regal.
(laughing)
Well, I don't know, I guess, uh, you could do worse.
No, actually,
you have done worse.
And I think you get the ponytail in the settlement.
We have to recover it first.
There's still no sign of the missing jewelry.
Word on the street is nobody's tried to fence it yet.
What about the SATG crew?.
We ran background on the guys Charlie and Amita l. D.'d.
Three of them had parole visits
at the same location last month--
a sweatshop in the garment district.
Listed as their place of employment.
Let's check it out.
Hey, uh, maybe we should bring Lloyd's along,
you know, in case we find something sparkly.
That's a good idea.
Nikki, with me.
Colby, take a squad and go around back.
Uh, stay in the car.
Of course.
We'll radio when it's all clear.
(machines whirring)
-(machines stop) -Get them out of here.
Come.
COLBY: Put that gun down.
Put it down.
(handcuffs clicking)
DAVlD: This isn't all of it.
We got four soldiers, but no Raul.
Raul Hernandez-- where is he?.
Donde esta el jefe?.
So much for waiting in the car.
I found her trying to escape
with the rest of the sweatshop girls.
Only, she needs a shave.
Don't you think?.
NlKKl: Raul Hernandez.
Robbery, possession of stolen property,
smuggling, evading arrest,
impersonating a woman... poorly.
And how long before we connect you
to Duran killing Geno?.
Motive's easy enough--
you got greedy, cut him out.
Geno didn't die for my greed.
He died for
his own greed and stupidity.
Care to be more specific?.
I was, um...
I was thinking maybe we could, uh...
maybe we could get some, uh... some dinner sometime.
You know?. (sighs)
Or not.
-Remember what I said about inclusions?. -Yeah.
Diamonds have fingerprints. There's always a pattern.
And if there isn't?.
Guess why Hernandez had Geno offed.
Because most of what they stole was paste.
You could've let me say it.
Good news?.
DAVlD: It depends on how you look at it.
Uh, we made some arrests.
And recovered most of the jewelry.
Most of it?.
DAVlD: Don't worry, we recovered
all of yours.
Oh.
Every single item is fake.
Maybe they...
Duplicated 29 pieces of famous jewelry for the fun of it?.
You filed an insurance claim for millions
on glass that was worth less than a couple of grand.
DAVlD: Your nephew, he is looking
Iike the smart one in the family now.
Look, I've had a number of bad experiences loaning out jewelry.
Items get damaged,
actors always seem to forget to return them,
and I end up in court.
So, you forgot to tell us
and Lloyd's that you didn't lose any real pieces?.
If it gets out
that I was sending actors out wearing glass,
there isn't a stylist in town that will come in here again.
I was in a very difficult position.
DAVlD: Or you set up the robberies,
but didn't want to lose any of your property.
If you think for one second
that I'm some kind of mastermind,
well, that-that's absurd!
Well, how about we debate the absurdity of it all downtown?.
Come on.
There has to be a connection between Hans and Geno Murelli.
I'm not so certain.
I've known Hans a long time, and...
and he lacks the audacity for something like this.
You think Hans is an opportunist?.
What, a bunch of his fakes
get stolen, so he covers his ass and sees
a chance to make some insurance money.
-Mmm. -Meanwhile, Raul opens
his haul, it's mostly glass,
he thinks that Geno double-crossed him.
Unfortunate for Geno,
but... pretty much closes my case.
Hey, I need to show you something.
Mapping the movements of the six thieves,
I found an anomaly in the behavior
of thief number four, Jose Duran.
See, all of the other thieves were efficient.
They robbed their victims, left quickly, but, uh,
Duran took an irregular route.
DON: He makes the hit,
-and then does this dogleg thing?. -DAVlD: Yeah, he went
down the aisle, uh, toward the stage,
-looped around, then exited. -CHARLlE: Yeah,
and according to the inventory, the jewelry still missing
all belonged to his victims.
-You got a theory?. -I don't.
The floor plans only show us one perspective.
DAVlD: It sounds like we need to take another walk
around that theater.
Okay, so, Colby, you're thief number four.
(Larry clears throat)
Oh, that's right. I'm sorry.
I-I promised Larry he could be the thief.
LARRY: It just seems more consistent
with my unrestrained id.
Okay, well, fine. I'll, uh...
I'll just be an actor.
-DAVlD: Oh, really?. -COLBY: Yeah.
I got the shoulders for it.
All right, so that makes Colby victim number one,
uh, followed quickly by Amita and then David.
Jewelry in hand, the thief exits
into the aisle toward the front of the theater,
then loops around the front row,
exiting toward the rear with the rest of the crowd.
You know, I'm sorry-- this just seems
-terribly inefficient. -COLBY: And stupid. I mean,
the smoke's starting to clear, the crowd's thinning out.
Why does he risk making another loop this way
when he's already this far from the exit?.
Farthest from the exit.
Highest risk of getting caught.
DAVlD: Hey, what if he, uh...
what if he made a hand-off?.
CHARLlE: Well, let's see.
Uh, according to the schedule,
the director had camera operators in the aisle,
getting close-ups, at the time of the robbery.
Geno Murelli.
The inside man.
Ten after 6:00, Geno Murelli was... right there.
Right where thief number four came down the aisle.
If Duran made a hand-off to Geno,
then how come we didn't find
any loot at his place?.
-Maybe he'd fenced it already. -Or maybe Geno
handed it off to someone else.
You guys...
I think I found the missing jewelry.
(gasps)
Apparently, we do meet again... in this world.
Geno and I were old friends.
I mean,
going back all the way to my days on The Conjurer.
Oh, he used to...
write out my lines on Post-it notes
and put them all over the set
so that I didn't even have to bother learning them.
Well, in spite of what the producers,
the director and other actors said,
it was a perfectly legitimate method.
Flashing forward 20 years.
I was having cash flow problems.
"Actress of a certain age" syndrome.
The roles go away,
but the lifestyle doesn't.
I needed the money.
DAVlD: And Geno needed someone
to help him hide the jewelry.
During the chaos, he...
he handed me the stolen jewelry.
(clears throat)
He had rigged a compartment
inside the seat.
And then you added your necklace to the stash,
and you filed for insurance.
I don't think I want to know what happens next.
It's not a happy ending.
All right. I'll see you tomorrow.
-Yeah, have a good one. -All right, you, too.
-Hey, isn't that, um... -Ah, it's a pity date.
And besides, that is the car
from Boneyard 5000.
He's going to let me drive it.
(sighs)
Is that all it takes?.
Man, tell me you don't want to.
Maybe just a little bit.
(engine starting)
(car doors closing)
We got signed confessions from Raul Hernandez
and Regina Landers.
Hans is still hiding behind his lawyer.
Yeah, go figure.
I didn't know you were a watch guy.
Oh, I'm not.
Really, I just...
So, that's what was in the evidence bag, huh?.
I looked up Marcus Taylor.
He died of lung cancer in San Quentin three days ago.
And 1 1 years ago, he was a fugitive,
arrested by Don Eppes.
We tracked him to a motel.
You know, he panicked, and he grabs the manager
and puts a gun to his head and...
And, of course,
he never stopped appealing, so...
So that watch sat in evidence for 1 1 years?.
Yeah.
The manager had a seven-year-old boy.
Think how many times have we walked away from a scene
and just wiped the blood off our shoes.
The boy deserves to have his father's watch.
CHARLlE: So...
M-170.
The amateur astronomer, Robert Evans, holds the record
for visual discovery of supernovae.
Savant-like, he commits
whole star fields to memory,
intuiting even subtle changes in the night sky.
M-170 has always been there for me.
Was like my wishing star, if you will.
Then, one night I looked,
and it was gone.
You witnessed the death of a star?.
It had already been dead
for 2.2 million light-years.
That's what got me to thinking.
How many of these stars were already dead?.
You know, am I staring into some celestial cemetery?.
The big bang.
Astrophysics.
I mean, I've spent my entire life staring into the past.
So...
I turned my inner eye 1 80 degrees
to look to the future.
Charles,
I have developed a coherent theory
for the future of the cosmos.
Is the universe expanding?.
Is it contracting?.
Is it on a flatline?.
Until I solve one or two more things,
I think it best to keep this to myself.
That's why I'm back.
To avail myself of Cal Sci's supercomputers
and investigate my theory.
And how long till the big announcement?.
Well, the Poincare conjecture took how long to solve?.
1 02 years.
I think I can do a little better than that.
DAVlD: Room service.
(chuckling)
*** I'm so tired of playing ***
Thought we, uh, had a date.
You didn't get my text.
No.
My office called.
I have another assignment.
Paris.
My, uh, flight leaves in an hour.
-I'm so sorry. -It's okay.
It's a job.
It's work.
I would ask you to come with me,
but...
Yeah, that's a nice thought.
(sighs) Come here.
*** Give me a reason ***
You have a good flight.
Listen.
I still have an hour.
-*** I just want to be a woman. *** -(clears throat)
(gunshot)