Harper.
It's a party, not a funeral.
It was my mom's.
God, you can be a bitch sometimes.
Eppes.
All right, all right, I'm on my way.
- What have you got, Billy? - Nothing.
Did you recognise any of them?
It all happened so fast, I didn't even see them.
What about before?
Did you see anyone hanging around watching Ella?
Everyone. I mean, she's Ella.
Right. Thanks very much.
So, what, straight-up grab?
Yeah, with flash grenades and automatic weapons,
and they were professional enough not to hurt anyone.
- A lot of witnesses. - And not a good one in the bunch.
It's not any ordinary club kid. It's Ella Pierce.
What, that rich kid, the party girl?
Somebody's been trolling Internet fan sites.
Her father is Warren Pierce. He's worth like $2 billion.
He's got textile factories in every country in the world
without a minimum wage.
Did you notify him?
I talked to him on his plane en route to Aspen. He's on his way back.
How you doing? Jeff Upchurch.
- Hi. - Critical Incident Response.
Hey. Don Eppes.
I was on my way to Guadalajara and they rerouted me.
I'm guessing I was the nearest specialist in the area.
Specialist in what?
You guys do what, ten, 15 kidnappings a year?
In Mexico City, I do 15 a month.
Worked on kidnappings in Europe, Asia, Afghanistan.
It's always different, always the same.
- So, what's different about this one? - Don't know yet.
But the big-money snatches tend to put you in contact
with a higher class of lowlife.
If they know their business, and I'm guessing they do,
we're looking at simultaneous movement, expected payouts,
bargaining strategies. A lot of variables here.
Talking about imperfect information games?
I'm gonna check on SID.
- You must be Professor Eppes. - Pleasure.
Bureau gave me a copy of the report from Che Lobo kidnapping last year.
- I'm impressed with the maze math. - Thanks.
Could use some similar inspiration on this one.
Sounds like you might've started.
- Talking about game theory, right? - I was.
Assuming that our kidnappers are experienced,
or they have benefited from the experience of other kidnappers,
we can use an optimization method here
called a Tabu search,
which is basically a way of excluding bad data.
Places where the kidnappers won't go to isolate where they will go.
I guess that's why they call it Tabu, right?
These kidnappers, they're like a group of hikers.
They've mapped out a very specific route.
That route is complicated by the terrain.
By the density of foliage, by dangerous animals,
by water barriers.
They deal with these obstacles using their experience,
using the accuracy of their maps, their needs,
and a Tabu search can pinpoint the optimal route
that the hikers can then choose.
Now, assuming that our kidnappers' goal is the safe collection of a ransom,
I can interpret their methodology.
- I can predict their actions. - Okay, how soon?
Not a lot of information here, you know.
My projections are gonna be fairly general, but as always,
the more data that comes in, the more helpful I can be.
Yeah, Eppes.
Key's still in the ignition.
I got a little something here.
Check this out.
Warren Pierce is a criminal.
A ruthless parasite who lives off the backs of the workers he exploits.
His debt to society has come due.
And if he doesn't pay it,
then the People's Nationalist Agenda will take it in the blood of his daughter.
We'll contact Mr. Pierce with our demands at noon today.
People's Nationalist Agenda, a.k.a. the PNA.
- They're anti-corporate, anti-free trade. - Anti-Warren Pierce.
The guy who runs the website, he calls himself Santee,
but the Bureau's counterterrorism unit, they don't have a face with that name.
They don't even think it's one person.
Thing is, we don't even have any identifiable members.
I mean, the banners go up at anti-globalization protests,
or somebody spray-paints PNA at a vandalized construction site.
But there doesn't seem to be any real centralised organisation.
So maybe they're just messing with us. They're just hiding behind these guys.
Okay, so the van used in the abduction
was registered to a Diamond Lane Rentals.
Reported stolen last week.
We start with anyone who'd know the girl's schedule, right?
- That's gotta be half of Los Angeles. - The good-looking half.
These celebrity socialites, they live electronically,
so I'll go deep on e-mails, text messages, phone logs, the works.
Yeah, good.
So, what happened last night?
I don't know. You know, it was late and I took the call.
I thought I'd let you sleep.
That's it? That's all you're gonna give me?
That's all there is.
Don, we both know things haven't been clicking
since Leah was killed.
I think you just wanted me out of your face for a few hours, right?
I don't know. Look, even if that's true, is it that big a deal?
It's something to talk about, yeah.
Well, I mean, I'm in the middle of a kidnapping here.
Come on.
All right. You know, I'll just wait for a bank robbery.
Ever since Ella became a media darling, a power partier,
I've been waiting for something like this to happen.
Thank you. And you never saw to it that she got any security?
She turned down bodyguards.
Said any kidnapper would pay to give her back after two days.
And with the joke, you let the issue drop?
That's not at all what I meant.
Anything Ella ever asked for, ever needed,
I've always given her, gladly.
What you need to understand, Mr. Pierce,
is that ransom is enough business
to make a fellow like yourself confused.
Meaning?
Kidnappers will position. They will establish bargaining power.
A gentleman such as yourself that's used to calling the shots,
used to winning...
- You're asking me to be humble. - I'm asking you to be smart.
Okay, this is what we talked about. You wanna stay calm.
Engaged. Keep them on the phone as long as possible.
- Is everybody ready? - All set.
Whenever you are, sir.
Hello?
If this isn't Warren Pierce, Ella Pierce is as good as dead.
- Who are you? - Don't ask who I am.
Ask how much I want.
I need to know my daughter is all right.
Dad. Daddy.
Ella.
Demand 1:
Shut down all your company's sweat shops operating in the Third World.
- If it's me you want... - Demand 2:
Forty million dollars in restitution
paid to the thousands of men, women and children
your company has exploited in the Third World.
I'll give you 10 million.
In a secured Swiss account.
The guy's using a satphone. It's bouncing a signal.
- What the hell was that? - A counteroffer.
You're low-balling on your daughter's life?
I talked to him in a language he understands.
Do you understand that they hung up on you?
That you put your daughter's life in more danger?
He'll call back.
And now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to make arrangements for payment.
Guys like that, this is all about money and power.
Actually, that was a right call. Straight out of the playbook.
He pays too much, too fast, too soon, PNA's gonna figure
they didn't ask enough, come back looking for more.
You really think he could be operating out of your playbook?
You got a different theory?
That his daughter's just another negotiable asset.
You get this at your favourite head shop?
No, Charles, this cannot be purchased in any shop.
I've constructed my own Hero's fountain.
Named after Hero of Alexandria,
the Greek mathematician and engineer.
You see, once the pressure is right,
the water will flow under its own power.
And how is this part of your achieving Zen, Larry?
Einstein said religion should arise from the experience of all things,
natural and spiritual.
In a meaningful unity.
Now, made from the parcels of my former self,
this fountain perfectly analogizes the seamless integration
of both my physical and spiritual lives.
Shouldn't you be at the FBI? That kidnapping is all over the news.
Oh, yeah. The ransom negotiation cut short,
so I may need to re-think my Tabu search.
Maybe weight the data with a Bayesian prior.
While I condone none of the major felonies,
I do have to say kidnapping, that does hold a certain conceptual intrigue.
This business of affixing value to a human life.
- Oh, I think it's almost there. - Observe, Charles.
Water rising to a new level. It is as my own hope.
I'm out of here.
It dawned on me while I was looking at Larry's Zen rock garden.
- What? Larry has a Zen rock garden? - Yeah.
Well, actually, it was his Hero fountain that got me going.
Well, that's an even longer story.
Let's reconsider my hiker analogy, all right?
And think of a mudslide falling in front of the hikers.
It changes terrain, it changes their direction.
All right.
So my Tabu search accounted for the kidnappers
following the planned path, but with Pierce's counteroffer,
they've have to break off contact.
They've essentially been detoured.
They have to find a new way to get to their waterfall.
We're expecting them to make another ransom-oriented decision,
to hike around the mudslide.
But I think they're gonna abandon that path completely.
I think they're gonna find another way.
- Everyone down on the ground. - Oh, my God.
Open the safe.
So, what do you think? Kill the Pierce girl, go underground?
Oh, well, that would be giving up. That'd be essentially turning around.
I based my analysis on the information PNA put up on their website.
Their stated goals, their state of mind.
I think they're gonna bulldoze through this mudslide.
They're gonna do something sudden, something violent.
Something completely unexpected.
All right, so the safe holds cash deliveries from payroll trucks
and they drop off two to three hundred thousand a day.
But these geniuses hit two hours after the money went to the bank,
so they got 6-, maybe 7 grand in petty cash.
- Not the hit they were hoping for. - Their movements are synchronized.
It suggests a high degree of discipline. A high degree of conviction.
Let's not dance around. What are we thinking?
Judging by the way she's balancing that rifle,
my money says it isn't even loaded.
That girl could be holding a gun behind her back.
I mean, look at this face.
That is the face of a scared little girl.
So they lose the ransom, they hit Pierce's business,
but I don't get why drag the girl along.
Puts her in the line of fire? Human shield?
I mean, maybe it's their counteroffer to Pierce.
They place her in the deliberate frame of that security camera.
They want us to see her face. They're asserting dominance.
I think they just wanna violate Pierce
and show him that they control his destiny.
- That looks like an alpha to me. - Think he's our mythical Santee?
Warner. What?
Pierce just e-mailed the PNA's website and told them he isn't paying.
I've dealt with rogue governments, guerrilla fighters, organised crime.
They all understand the rules of negotiation.
If these animals aren't gonna speak to me
in a language I can understand...
Well, that's why I'm here, sir. To help translate.
Look, we both know that if I cave in, they're going to bleed me dry.
- And I still won't get Ella back. - That's always possible.
- So, what was my choice? - Well, you had a couple of options, sir.
Worst of which was negotiating with the PNA without talking to me first.
So you think I should back down. Tell them I'll pay.
No, you change direction too quick, it's just gonna confuse them.
- We don't want these guys panicking. - The next move is theirs.
Let's just hope it's not killing your daughter.
You don't have much of a bedside manner.
Must be why I don't get invited to many parties.
Still trying to break into Ella Pierce's e-mail account.
It turns out it's encrypted.
It's locked with a software tool used primarily by IT programmers
at major corporations.
That's funny, huh? I mean, why would she be doing that?
If you don't, that stuff will turn up on some online celebrity-gossip website.
You know, the whole world knows your business.
Let me ask you something, not about this.
- About Liz? - Yeah. How'd you know?
You asked permission to ask.
I gotta end it. I mean, it's just way too complicated at work.
The thing is, every time I do, we end up in bed.
Hey, you guys work funky hours,
long stakeouts, you're dodging bullets together.
Sounds like adrenaline. I mean, adrenaline's great,
but I don't know if that's a real relationship.
Sorry, you wanted to ask me a question.
I think you just answered it.
What kind of lizard decides that his daughter
isn't worth a fraction of his bank account?
Loath as I am to contradict you,
the decision is so entirely out of character,
it suggests true emotional anguish.
Larry, what the hell would you know about his character?
I think what he's simply pointing out
is that Pierce has violated his own corporate game theory.
Yeah, it's standard Minimax. It's a tug of war.
A demonstration of brute strength between two opposing sides,
where one side can pull the other side across a central line.
However, after the competition's started,
one team can embarrass the other by letting go of the rope.
That team humiliates its opponent, but they've lost.
So essentially, Pierce has let go of his rope.
He's struck back in the way
that's least likely to achieve a positive result.
Which runs counter to the instincts responsible
for his corporate success, ergo my observation
that his judgement is clouded by a high state of distress.
Yeah, but, Larry, I went through Ella's things
and I found letters from her father throughout her childhood
that were typed.
They were dictated to a secretary.
I know because the secretary's name was cc'd on them.
What kind of father would do that?
So you two just stick to the blackboard
and I'll take care of the profiling.
I expect that from my brother.
Any idea what's going on there?
Yeah, some.
The PNA put this up ten minutes ago.
"The People's Nationalist Agenda is not to be taken lightly.
Their recent action towards my father's corrupt business interests
are just a taste of what's to come until he responds to the PNA's demands. "
Close the sweatshops.
Pay the ransom.
Sent directly to the national news outlets as well.
It'll be all over TV tonight.
So, what, he pisses on them, they piss on him?
All right. Meanwhile, we've made some headway
on your alpha.
He's looking more and more like our Santee.
Facial recognition software
connected him to several anti-globalization protests.
And then a gun store robbery in Seattle two months ago.
- Similar m.o. - Wholesome characters.
My guess is that this is where they decided
to graduate from tree hugging and disorderly conduct
to heavy felonies.
The problem is that Santee managed to keep his nose clean.
At least on paper, there's no rap sheet, no ID.
Twenties, wanted, off the grid.
Listen, I know this isn't the right time to talk,
but I just wanted to make sure we make the time.
I think so too. I mean, we will.
Okay.
Their recent action...
It's an MPEG file. From its resolution, I think it came from the satphone.
- Okay, how does that help us? - I mean, if we had a DTMF decoder...
That's dual-tone multi-frequency. It's touch-tone.
You couldn't just say that to begin with?
Yeah, but it wouldn't have been as much fun.
You see, the decoder works kind of like a prism.
Instead of refracting light into its individual frequencies,
its component colours, the decoder separates a phone signal
into different tones and numeric values.
From which we can then decipher the actual phone number.
Okay, where can we get one of these things?
Well, if the kidnappers are using a landline or a cell phone,
you can buy a DTMF decoder from a consumer electronics store.
Right, but they're using a satphone, so...
Hacking a satellite signal requires a little more sophistication,
but I can put a unit together.
Well, I mean, I built my first computer when I was 13.
I know my way around a circuit board.
You know the Electrical Engineering Department has all the parts I need.
So if they're using a satellite phone,
this thing is gonna tell us where they were, not where they are now, right?
Yeah, I mean that's why I've been patiently waiting here.
I think the additional information has helped my Tabu search,
and I think I have an idea where the PNA might show up next.
As far as hunches go, I've certainly played worse.
They hit Pierce where he works, so his neighbourhood could be next.
When it comes from Charlie, it's kind of like a hunch-plus.
So I heard.
Also heard some stuff about you.
- Yeah, like what? - You liked rolling with the tactical boys.
First through the door, that sort of thing.
Cowboy enough to get your name out there,
but not unsafe.
Just had a few things on my mind, man.
Kicking in doors and dodging bullets. That's my kind of therapy.
Came up through Special Forces.
Nearly bounced off the walls in that damn field office.
You ever consider going for the adrenaline fix full time?
You get to travel,
leave the paperwork to guys like... well, you.
Report of a silent alarm at 7626 East Ellendale.
Hold it. That's two blocks from here.
It's also Harper Simms' address. It's Ella Pierce's friend.
FBI. Nobody moves. Let me see your hands.
You, in the car. Out. Let me see them hands.
- Back off. - It's never gonna happen.
What the hell just happened here?
I think our rescue mission just turned into a manhunt.
All right, Harper, just tell us what you saw.
They were waving guns around.
They were yelling. I thought I was going to die.
And Ella?
Was showing them where everything was.
The cash, my mom's jewellery, the safe.
She was acting like the brat that she is, except with a gun.
And that loser Steffen, calling himself Santee now.
So you recognised Santee?
Yeah, Steffen Cavani. Stoner we went to high school with.
Come on, she's totally with them.
- Yes and no. - Well, how no?
She's young and she's vulnerable,
and she hasn't had any contact with anyone outside of her captors.
What, like brainwashing?
She would not be first to identify with her victimizers then act accordingly.
She's with them a day and a half.
You have no idea how quickly someone's will can be broken.
Mr. Pierce.
- You have my full cooperation. - Thank you.
The sooner Ella's apprehended,
the sooner my legal team can prepare her defence.
There's no "there must be some kind of mistake,"
or, "my daughter's not capable of that"?
- Do you have children? - Do you?
I did some background. After your wife died,
your daughter came to a large inheritance and sued for emancipation.
Ella went through a great deal after her mother's death.
- And she lashed out at me. - Yeah.
You lashed back with lawyers and put her in a glass jar.
She was a 16-year-old girl, emotionally overwrought,
and I was not gonna let her ruin her life.
You were gonna hold her hostage instead.
It is a small wonder she's identifying with her kidnappers.
- Probably the only love she's known. - All right, all right.
- Hey. - Hey.
How goes the decoder?
Who knew tracing a phone number
could do so much damage to a manicure?
What?
Is it wrong to get turned on at the sight of you in goggles and rubber gloves?
- Damn it. - You all right?
Yeah. That's the third circuit I've blown today.
I have a spare in my office. I'll be back.
Okay.
- Excuse me, professor. - Oh, hey.
- Is that a decoder? - Yeah, this is it.
Not exactly what I imagined
after reading some of your more ethereal musings
on cake-cutting theory, I gotta tell you.
Well, sometimes cake is a series of algorithms
that help formulate an analysis, and other times cake is just cake.
Listen, I want to spitball something at you about that Tabu search.
Funny you mentioned that, because I've been giving it thought.
It's possible that the PNA's tactical shift might actually help us.
Hitting the house makes no tactical sense.
- I agree. - It's like your hikers just...
It's like they decided to chase after a butterfly.
You know what? That's a great analogy.
Because once the hikers veer off chasing after that butterfly,
they reveal the butterfly's path with the evidence
that they leave in their wake.
With footprints and with broken branches.
That evidence allows me to analyse their tactics using decision analysis.
Figure out which butterfly they're chasing.
Steffen Cavani. He went to high school with Ella Pierce and Harper Simms.
Gets expelled from Berkeley after a semester
for disruptive behaviour then falls straight off the grid.
The techs finally cracked Ella Pierce's e-mail.
Turns out her and Cavani have been going back and forth for nearly a year.
You have to listen to this stuff.
"I can't believe you're the same guy in Moscowitz's history class.
If I had known the real you, I would've jumped you a long time ago."
Lots more where that came from, all in the same vein.
All right, so what?
She hooks up with the loser guy and hides it from Harper.
He starts working on her poor-little-rich-girl complex.
Makes her feel guilty about Daddy's sweatshops.
- Sounds like Megan's department. - Yeah, Megan's on a bit of a time out.
- Again? - What about the dead shooter?
Reggie Woods, 25, string of arrests for disorderly conduct,
mostly related to anti-globalization rallies in Seattle.
Reggie was busted in Glendale 2006 for defacing a police car.
His partner in crime was Lucas Cavani,
who purely coincidentally happens to be Steffen's cousin.
We've got a call in to his parole officer.
Delivery van.
You still purging the office?
Well, still trying to find suitable homes
for the material shards of my past that no longer inform my present.
Now, seemed to me you had an affection
for Respighi's Ancient Airs and Dances.
Thank you.
What, still no respite from the case?
Ella Pierce was kicked out of boarding schools
from New York to Lausanne.
I got DUls, stint in rehab.
It's like a textbook example of trying to draw love
from your father through negative attention.
Unless I'm just seeing too much of myself in the case.
Megan, as your friend, I would not presume to speculate,
particularly given our last exchange on the matter.
Oh, Larry, I'm really sorry about that.
I had no right to snap at you.
And maybe you could just not be my friend for a minute
and tell me the truth?
You know I've always been cautious
in addressing the issues you have with your father.
And, well, I know there's profound pain there.
But having said that, you know, it is surprising to me
that humanity was able to arrive so quickly
at a correct model of the solar system.
There's this driving tendency to orient the universe
in rotation around, well, our own little world.
Thanks for the Respighi.
Lucas, FBI. Open up.
Yeah, nice try, Frank. I'll have your rent tomorrow.
Up against the wall. I wanna see your hands.
- Against the wall. - I didn't do anything.
- Reggie Woods is dead. - What?
He made a mistake of pointing a gun in my general direction.
Your cousin happened to be standing right next to him.
- Steffen? - Yeah.
Oh, man, that idiot.
He hasn't been right since he got involved with that bitch.
Ella Pierce?
Yeah, you never get over the one who wouldn't talk to you in high school.
I'm for fighting the power,
but she talked scary way above my tolerance.
That's why I got some distance. Check whatever you wanna check.
- I don't run with those guys anymore. - Yeah? So where do they run?
Reggie told me they had a squat in East L.A. near the freeway.
That was a few months ago though.
While you're out there fighting the power, try recycling.
Something Larry said got me thinking about a misspent youth.
You and Larry warming up again?
I think we're making our way off the back burner.
How are you and Don? How's that going?
Trying not to get burned.
It's a challenge.
I think you should get hazard pay for even trying.
Speaking of, I got a seduction going on here in these e-mails,
only Ella seems to be the aggressor.
She flatters Santee, she speaks to his political convictions.
- He mostly agrees with her. - He begs her for sex.
Certain words jumped out.
How in the hell would he even get near a girl like this?
She's famous, she's insulated by money and privilege,
and he barely registers outside of the website.
All right, it's a lot easier for the "it" girl to reach out to the class burnout.
Well, which is also the perfect instrument to lash out at her father.
Oh, God.
Ella must have planned this whole thing.
So I used decision analysis
to reset the parameters of my predictive model.
I factored in the impulse motive of the PNA.
Find our butterfly?
Yeah, my analysis keeps pointing back to Warren Pierce.
And so why'd they hit Harper Simms' house?
It seems to predicate on opportunity and familiarity.
They're attacking locations that Ella Pierce can facilitate.
- So, what's their next inside job? - I can answer that.
Intel says this was posted in the last ten minutes.
"I have seen the harm and wrong my business practises have caused
to the great working peoples of the world.
I call on my board of directors to immediately dismantle my factories,
for my bank to dissolve all of my assets immediately. "
Warren Pierce Industries has 24 hours
to show us their sincerity.
In the great struggle for world justice,
my father will no longer receive preferential treatment.
"I'm instructing my board to divest all interests in Asia and Latin America
and donate the proceeds to relief agencies.
As of tomorrow,
Warren Pierce Industries will cease to exist. "
I don't understand. I thought we had eyes on the guy.
We pulled them when this stopped being a kidnapping.
- And he has his own security. - Well, where were they?
He's buying time. The board will never go along with dissolving his company.
But he's out of time. His refusal to pay the ransom pushed her over the edge.
Daddy didn't play with her her whole life. If he doesn't play now...
One way this is gonna end up for Pierce.
- How's it going, guys? - Good, we're almost there.
We've intercepted the upload of Pierce's communiqué to their website.
She's running it through the decoder.
I isolated the CDMA code
and separated the information on the MPEG.
This is gonna lead us to where the signal
was transmitted from, right?
Provided we don't blow another circuit.
Okay, I got a lock on the phone number.
North 34 degrees, 38 minutes, West 118 degrees, 14 minutes.
East L.A. Lucas said they were squatting near the freeway.
Oh, there it is.
Knocking on the door from 300 miles above Earth.
We're about to knock a lot harder.
We've got an ETA of five minutes on your additional backup.
David, talk to me. Got a visual?
I have Pierce.
Confirming five bad guys. Three men, two women including Ella Pierce.
Liz?
- Locked and loaded. We're in position. - Hey.
We got the webcam set up and I'm hacking into the PNA website.
All right, good.
Now, listen, Megan, you know, if this girl is in your head...
She is. That's why I'm the best person for this job.
- Any word? - Nothing.
Looks like the old man's been lying to us.
- Trying to save his ass. - Time's running out, dude.
Ella, we gotta do something. Show him we're not messing around.
Maybe if we start sending him back in pieces.
- Why are you doing this? - It's what Pierces do.
Taking control of your life, telling you what to do with your money.
- We're in. - Steffen.
Steffen Cavani, this is Agent Megan Reeves from the FBI.
We have the house surrounded.
Take the perimeter.
- I got nothing to say. - You're gonna have to let Pierce go.
So why? You can blow us all away?
So maybe you're not gonna spend the rest of your life behind bars.
Steffen, I know this whole thing wasn't your idea.
- I know Ella roped you into it. - What are you talking about?
She's the heiress to a multi-billion-dollar empire, Steffen.
Don't you think she could have just written a $40 million cheque
to a relief agency?
Do you really think she cares about sweatshops?
- They paid for her Maserati. - She's trying to divide us.
Steffen, the only thing she cares about is hurting her father.
You're just the ride to the prom. She's got other plans for the night.
No more talk.
- I think I lost them. - Ella, what are you doing?
We fire over their heads. Fire over their heads.
- I want them walking of here. - Roger that.
David, talk to me.
No target acquisition, Don. They're too dug in.
Not all of them.
Two boys, two girls left.
- Ella, they're going to kill you. - Who cares?
You already killed me just like you killed Mom.
She didn't die from the cancer.
She just didn't wanna live in that house anymore.
You know that's not true.
Your mother wanted to live.
I promised her I would take care of you.
- By trapping me in your world? - Honey, please.
You turned me into a tabloid princess.
A punch line on David Letterman.
All so you could sell some damn clothes.
- Well, now you're in my headline. - Please.
This escalates, we scare them into shooting Pierce.
All right, let's tear gas them. Tear gas them.
- They're not gonna let us out of here. - Do not punk out on me now, Steffen.
I have had enough of people making promises they won't keep.
- All right, let's go, let's go. - Moving in.
I got two coming out.
Come here. Come here.
All right, we got them, we got them.
The rest of you inside, you have 15 seconds
to come out with your hands up in the air.
It's over.
Don't do it, Steffen.
I'm bringing out Pierce.
- Don't shoot. - You're not leaving me.
He's got Pierce. He's coming out.
I don't see Ella.
Shots fired. Shots fired.
David.
No, there's too much smoke.
The arm?
- What kind of cowboy is that? - I'm not a cowboy.
Just a field agent.
Don't say anything.
Don't say anything, honey. I have the best lawyers.
I love you too, Dad.
He shoots, he scores.
Hey.
- Hey. - Got pretty hairy out there today, huh?
Yeah, well...
Loquacious as always.
You wanna order some food?
- What are we doing? - Tonight?
Look, the last few days, we've tried to talk.
And, you know, now I just... I feel tired.
I think we just keep coming back out of habit.
You know,
I don't wanna feel like we led each other on.
I mean, you deserve so much more than that.
I just keep screwing these things up.
See you tomorrow, boss.
You managed to bring the monastery with you.
It's calming.
Well, feel free to find your centre here any time you wish.
Every time I think I'm over my father and my childhood,
I think I let this case take me for a ride.
Struggle is not altogether a bad thing.
The charged particles of the solar wind
require heat and combustion to escape the gravitational pull of the sun.
From tumult comes freedom.
You have this great way of making my neuroses sound cosmic.
But my centre is back east, so I'm gonna go visit my dad.
I already booked the airplane ticket. It's non-refundable.
You wanna come with me?
Really?
- Are you serious? - I don't know.
It just sort of came out. I guess not.
This is very odd, because for some time now,
my wanderlust has stoked in me
this deep inner urge to visit New York.
I would have to talk to Brother Theo.
While he's in deep meditation, I've been made custodian of his rabbit.
Lucky rabbit.