(engine revving)
* Mmm... mmm
* Life changes happen every day *
* The place to make your pay
* Life changes happen every day *
* The place to make your pay
* See the skyline for the very first time *
Hey. Double-shot, nonfat macchiato.
Newest copy of Shredsled.
Mm! Wow! Thank you.
Hey, Bobby. How's your night going?
I've got nothing to complain about, Sam.
How about you?
Beautiful night, business is good...
What's not to like?
I hear you, bro.
(engine racing)
(tires screeching)
No.
(screaming, shouting)
MAN (in distance): Somebody call an ambulance!
Hey, is that your stuff?
Yeah, Quantico sent it all back,
minus some files and my date book, but...
Well, I'd really like it if someone cleaned off my desk.
Yeah, right. Thank you.
Hey, man.
Hey.
(phone rings)
Sinclair.
I guess they didn't return all my personal stuff.
What are you talking about?
I'm missing a paperweight and a fishing lure.
A Wooly Bugger. A what?!
My, uh, my dad made it for me. It's...
A Wooly Bugger, huh?
LAPD just called us in on a car accident.
They want us to take the lead.
It was on the news last night.
A car crashed into a crowded coffee house.
What's that got to do with us?
VIN numbers on the car's parts don't match.
They are stolen cars from three different states.
We've got one dead and eight injured.
All righty, let's do it.
(helicopter passing)
(indistinct police radio transmission)
DAVID: Miracle more people weren't killed.
Well, who was the driver?
17-year-old, Kyle Clippard.
Critical condition with head injuries.
Still unconscious.
What was this like, uh... street racer or something, huh?
The tires are wide, low profile--
that's the type they use.
Where do you get a car like this?
I don't know. No registered ownership.
The car's a mix of stolen parts.
The driver has a provisional license,
not even supposed to be driving at night.
LAPD is still questioning the witnesses.
WOMAN: The car came out of nowhere.
I didn't see it until the last minute.
I don't know about this guy--
if he was racing or just... driving crazy.
I mean, it's like he drove right at us.
MAN: I was just making my delivery.
It all happened so fast.
The car was on the sidewalk and knocking people over.
Hey, careful there.
Hey. Yeah.
Just drove right into the place.
Well, the LAPD accident analysis should tell you
how that happened, right?
Thing is, I got to find out why.
That's tricky-- finding motives
in skid marks and trajectories, you know.
That's what we got you for, right?
MAN: I don't know how Kyle got that car,
or why he was driving it.
So you've never seen the car before?
No.
Does your son have any reason
to be depressed?
Was he upset about anything?
You mean, did he do this on purpose?
No, that's not Kyle.
He's a happy kid.
He's got friends, a job...
DOCTOR: Nothing new.
We'll know more after a few hours.
Excuse us. I need to have a few words with the agents.
Thank you.
(door closes)
Is the kid going to wake up?
Too soon to say. Maybe not.
But here's the thing:
you're looking at two sets of injuries.
Two?
One from the accident-- broken clavicle,
crushed ribs,
then there's this.
He sustained heavy blows
to the left side of his face and skull.
Is that a... a shoe print?
Somebody kicked him in the head.
Before of after the accident?
It had to be after.
I can't imagine him driving with that type of head injury.
Somebody from the accident scene.
Somebody with a lot of rage
who couldn't help but express it.
DAVID: If the driver was attackedafter the accident,
how come no witness mentioned it?
Because they identify with the assailant.
They think the driver had it coming.
Like that case in Texas, where the mob killed that man
that was in a car that injured a child.
Yeah, except by all accounts, Kyle Clippard's a good kid.
He's friendly, he's hard-working.
It doesn't make sense-- mowing down all those people.
Maybe even good kids need to race?
No one saw a second car.
Maybe because they were too focused on the car
about to hit them.
Oh, by the way, uh, what is Colby Granger up to now?
Uh, well, actually, he just got offered
a great job opportunity down at the DC office.
Really? Yeah.
He's sort of a hero now, right?
Not sort of.
He was awarded the FBI Medal of Meritorious Conduct, right?
Yeah, though, he's not sure he wants to leave L.A.
Why? Is there a place for him here?
It's a little awkward, you know.
I mean, basically, he's been reporting on all of us
for two years now, so...
ALAN: Well, you file reports on everything you do, anyway.
Don't you? I mean, it's all above board, right?
What do you got there, pal?
Uh, that article I wrote,
"A Mathematical Analysis of Friendship Dynamics."
Yeah, yeah.
McCadden Books wants to publish it...
Huh.
...but not as a textbook, as a self-help book.
What do you mean, for regular people?
For regular people-- they say it'd be a strong seller,
something like "the science of popularity."
Well, you better simplify the math then, huh?
I could reach a lot of people
who would never be caught dead reading a math book.
DAVID: LAPD says street racing is
is big in the neighborhoods around that coffee shop.
Mostly young, male drivers in customized imports.
So the other racers might know who our guy is?
Maybe even where he got his car? Yeah.
If you guys want, I can help you run some of that stuff down.
Yeah, that'd be great.
BOBBY: I still can't believe it.
Sam was a real good guy.
Seems like everyone knows
each other pretty well on this street.
We see each other every day.
Making deliveries in this neighborhood.
You get to know people.
Yeah, well, I'd like to ask you a few questions
about what happened right after the accident.
Sure. Anything I can do to help.
The wise old man comes down from the mountain.
Now, listen. Firstly, I come down not from the mountains
but from the foothills.
Secondly, I am not old,
certainly not by today's standards.
And thirdly, being wiser than present company
does not signify the breach of a noteworthy threshold.
Hmm. I see that you're reading Dr. Preskill's paper
on "Anomalies and Fermion Masses in D Dimensions."
You thinking of a change of focus?
I'm thinking of a lot of things,
that is, when I'm not trying to think of nothing.
Well, listen. I have this problem for the FBI--
advanced accident analysis,
and I could really use your insight,
if you're done soul-searching. -I am all booked this afternoon
during meditation, pond maintenance
and garden duty.
I will, however, give you a name-- Raymond Galuski.
Galuski, that's engineering, right?
Mechanical engineering.
Most engineers love to make things,
and they hate it when something doesn't work.
But figuring out why something crashed, broke or blew up--
for me-- is when the fun starts.
Last accident I analyzed was when the Mars Rover
fell into a shallow crater during a Martian sandstorm.
Well, this occurred a little closer to home,
although, possibly more complicated.
Mechanical engineering-- the poetry of matter and energy,
of metal and power.
The more complicated it is, the more beautiful it becomes.
Well, listen, we need to know
if a certain vehicle's trajectory
was accidental or intended.
My own computer modeling software
analyzes anything with an engine.
(electronic trilling)
Hey, David... I've been working on a list
of known and suspected street racers.
Right.
Check it out. I found this.
Six cases of vandalism in five months
on the same speed camera.
Just two blocks from the accident site.
Yeah, someone out there
doesn't want to be caught going fast.
Looks like you're looking at an all-night stakeout, man.
Yeah, you up for it?
Actually, you know what? Why don't I take it?
Why don't you take the night off?
All right?
So, you know what I just learned?
The first speed-trap camera was actually invented
by a race driver to improve his time.
Huh.
Come on, man, you better have some conversation.
We're going to be here a while, you know.
Nothing you want to talk about?
I don't know, I guess, uh...
the right thing to do is take that DC job.
That depends what you want. -Yeah, well, what I want
I mean, is to go back and start over.
Have a regular job at the Bureau.
No lying, no pretending.
You know? Well, then the question is
is can you be happy with a regular job at the Bureau?
I mean, that's what I set out to do.
If I wanted to be a spy,
I would have applied somewhere else.
Look, most of us have to do undercover at some point.
Yeah, but not in your own office.
I don't know, what do you think of the chances
of me coming back to work for the team?
Check it out.
Let's go, buddy.
Whoa, whoa, wait... Put your hands behind your back.
Got anything that's gonna hurt us?
No, uh-uh. What's your name?
Ernie. Ernest Fuller.
You got a race tonight, Ernie?
Nah, I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about?
(engines revving, tires screeching)
(driver yelping)
I have a feeling those guys know
what we're talking about.
Is this the dude from that big crash? -Yeah.
You know him?
I've seen him around.
The night of the crash, what did you see?
Who was out racing?
Um, I don't know.
I was home, I was working on my car.
All right, maybe you were out there
with Kyle Clippard when he crashed.
No, 'cause I wrecked my car two weeks ago.
You can ask around.
Who was racing Kyle?
I... I don't know.
Uh, maybe if you described the car?
Does Kyle Clippard own that car?
You know what, that's hard to say.
Okay, you've got to understand.
The guys, they trade cars all the time.
They win them in races.
Maybe he borrowed it or, you know,
he could've stole it.
You're going to give me the names
of the people that race that neighborhood.
Why the hell should I?
The man that died had a lot to live for.
He gave up his life protecting a little girl
from somebody just like you.
50,000 street racers just like yourself,
they die in crashes every year.
Only problem I have with that is
every now and again they hurt somebody else.
So listen, you.
You smarten up and you give me some names right now.
Okay.
But, uh...
the cops, they know most of them already.
(engine revving, tires screeching)
Well, that was craptastic.
That's one way of putting it, yeah.
This model should recreate the events of the accident,
but it's not working.
Hey, Charlie? Where's the oil pan?
I have to change the oil in my car.
Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute.
Doing it yourself, good for you.
Few things in life more satisfying
than performing basic auto maintenance.
ALAN: Yeah, also it's cheaper,
and I'm ensured that it gets done right,
if you know what I mean.
You, sir, are a man of a deep and profound common sense.
(Charlie chuckles) Well, thank you.
Dad, this is Dr. Ray Galuski
He's helping me perform a mathematical
analysis of this crash here.
Where's the math?
I just see a couple of lines on a road.
It's embedded in the model. -A computer simulation is just
a mathematical representation of the real world.
Sir Isaac Newton--
he observed a real-world event: gravity.
He then created a mathematical model
to represent that phenomenon, which he could then
extrapolate to predict the orbits of planets,
the general structure and movements of galaxies.
The problem is, our model doesn't match reality.
Car's not crashing.
It's not the friction circle expressions, right?
I mean, they seem dead-on.
ALAN: Friction circle theory!
Yeah, planners use it to analyze soil slope stability.
You know, for, uh... building foundations.
One and the same, my friend.
Friction keeps a car on the road during a turn.
CHARLIE: The car in this case
broke the friction, so it had
to have been going faster,
or been heavier than reported.
About 260 pounds heavier.
So where did this 260 pounds go?
Why wouldn't they haved returned all of Colby's stuff?
I don't know.
Maybe somebody thought it wasn't important.
I guess his dad can make him another fishing lure.
Colby's dad died when he was 15.
Oh.
So, we've come upon the slightest conundrum.
This is Dr. Raymond Galuski.
Ray. Some call me Ray-Ray.
Okay.
Ray-Ray is a mechanical engineer.
He's helping me with the accident analysis.
I just make it look cool on the computer.
CHARLIE: We think that the car from the crash
was 260 pounds heavier
during the accident than it is now.
What would account for the weight? GALUSKI: No idea.
We just know it was there. -Are you sure that there wasn't
a second person in that car?
260 pounds, that's a really big person,
but I guess it's possible.
And if there was a second person,
maybe he could tell us who attacked the driver.
Or maybe it was driver
and the injured kid was a passenger.
Maybe there was a dead body in the trunk.
A dead body that got up and walked away after the crash?
(chuckling): I'm just an engineer.
Give me.
I know, she's letting me win.
Now, Larry, that is not true.
Amita, you're coddling me.
No, she's strangling you.
Sorry, Larry, it's a trap.
ALAN: You see, your problem is you keep
thinking of other things when you play.
That's not true-- other things keep thinking me.
Now, wait a sec, what if I move...?
Nah, you're, you're a goner.
Are you looking for Charlie?
No, actually, I was looking for you-- I found this
and I thought you might need it.
Thank you. ALAN: Yeah.
I've been looking for this every-- where did you find it?
On the hallway floor.
Oh, sorry.
Hmm?
I'll try not to leave
my stuff lying around.
No big deal, we're all adults.
When I was your age, I was married...
and I already had a kid.
Larry, how are things with you and Megan?
Oh, going beautifully, I think.
I mean, we're spending all of our time apart,
so it's a little difficult to assess.
Does that address your question?
MATT: David.
Look, these weld points?
They mean that the original front grill
was replaced with this one.
So this grill used to be on a different car?
Exactly, and when I looked a little closer,
I found, ta-da!
Traces of hair and blood in the crevices.
But not from this recent crash.
DNA matches two victims of an unsolved
hit-and-run that happened three years ago.
That's Daniel and Caren Kaufman.
Nothing was found at the crime scene.
This is the first evidence in this case.
CHARLIE: I don't think Kyle Clippard did that,
'cause he would've been 14 years old at the time.
Three years ago, this grill was on a car involved in a fatality.
Right now it's on a second car,
also in a fatal accident?
That's some kind
of coincidence. Not if street racing was
involved in both cases.
GALUSKI: There's one thing about street racing--
those dudes crash.
Oh, Dr. Galuski?
I'm sure you could make your point
without getting grease stains all over the FBI's nice office.
Do you know what this is?
Uh, it's a differential.
It's a...
Okay,
so you know that when a car
makes a turn, the wheels don't all turn at the same speed.
Because of a phenomenon related to centripetal force.
You know, when a car turns, it's on a circular path.
So the farther from the center of the circle,
the greater the distance traveled.
It's like on a carousel
where a horse on the outside travels further
than one on the inside, so it's got to go faster,
same with the drive wheels on a car.
The outside wheels travel further, to
keep up with the inside tires they have to spin faster.
If a car didn't have a differential,
the outside tires couldn't keep up.
They'd be dragged across the pavement.
Is there something unique about this one?
LSD.
Limited Slip Differential.
Two-way clutch type used by drifters.
Drifters are street racers who take high-speed turns,
and then they let the rear wheels
slide out on purpose. And this one's
an OX Gekko Ultra Lock.
Only a few places you can get one.
And I'm guessing, Ray-Ray,
that you know a few of those places?
(hip-hop beat playing)
* Hey
* This is my block
* Hey
* Where everybody know you
* And they show you what's good *
* Gotta love the feeling...
Looking for a Dominator fuel injection system.
That's illegal on California streets.
How about an Ultra Lock Two-Way?
Strike two-- Ultra Lock's not distributed
in the States.
I guess we came to the wrong place.
Hey, hold up.
That's not to say that the Ultra Lock
can't be bought.
Can we take one home today?
Just stay right there.
Actually, how about you stay right there.
FBI.
(clanging)
Hey, get back here!
Get down! Get over here!
Hey idiot, this guy's with the FBI.
Where you gonna go? Come on, man.
I just work here. Huh?
They tell me to sell the stuff.
Is that what your boss is going to say?
Okay, so I make a little on the side.
But you don't want me. Oh, we don't, huh?
No, I'm a nobody. I'll give you the guy who sells to me.
He sells to, like, half a dozen shops.
Tell me this, did you sell an Ultra Lock
to this kid?
Okay, yeah.
Yeah, three weeks ago.
That's awesome. Come on.
DAVID: Did you know your son like to go to
street racing meets?
That he bought auto parts designed for racing?
No. Mm-hmm.
He told me he was out with friends.
That they went to movies, other kids' houses.
I trusted my son.
What if you're wrong about Kyle?
You don't know why that car crashed,
or why Kyle was in it.
Somebody tried to kill my son.
We don't know his side of it.
He can't tell us what happened.
COLBY: Hey, Megan.
I got something.
So street racers are into posting their videos
of their races online.
I figure if our crash had anything to do
with that, it might be worth checking a few Web sites.
I found this video posted a couple hours ago.
GIRL: Oh, my God.
Someone filmed the accident? Yeah.
And they couldn't have been more than 25 feet north of the site.
This is all that was posted online,
but I'm thinking there might be more.
Oh, my...
COLBY: Hey, Nitrogurl.
That's you, isn't it? -What you girls looking at?
Oh, sweet-- that's really nice camerawork.
GIRL: Oh, man.
The coffee shop crash. You recorded it.
There's a lot of races around there.
I just got lucky, that's all.
Oh, would you call it luck?
When one man lay dying and another seven were injured--
and instead of calling 911, you filmed it?
(car tires screeching)
(glass shattering)
GIRL: Oh, my God!
Whoa, whoa, where were you going?
That's Kyle Clippard.
He was in the trunk.
Charlie's right
about there being a second person in that car.
But that kid is no 260 pounds.
And that our driver wasn't our real driver.
All right, so who's this guy?
Do you really believe no one saw the real driver?
He took off at the height of the chaos.
And everybody was in a state of shock.
How you doing, Matt? Almost there.
It's a good thing
I keep Amita's image enhancement algorithms on hand.
COLBY: So I figured out why Clippard was in the trunk.
It's a street racing hazing ritual
called "trunking," where they make the new guy
ride in the trunk before he can sit up front.
Now, why would they do that?
I guess it's tougher to clean the vomit off the front seat.
MATT: Tasty.
All right, here we go,
it's a pretty good look at the guy.
MEGAN: So this is the real driver.
Now we have to hope that somebody recognizes him.
I do. It's Frank Fisher--
the guy that sold the Ultralock to Kyle Clippard.
And we still have him in custody?
Released him this morning.
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
This is really starting to frost my shorts.
The Scandinavian flick didn't work.
Ray, I take it that's a racing term,
and not what it sounds like.
Yeah, it's another name for the inertia drift maneuver.
A driver comes into a curve,
turns out of it, then he whips back in,
using the centripetal force
on the back half of his car
to slide it out and drift.
We know there was another person in that car.
Frank Fisher.
But he weighs 140, not 260.
And our math model is telling us
that there's 120 pounds unaccounted for here.
I know, and that's significant.
120 pounds I can't account for.
Maybe it wasn't dead weight.
If this was a race,
and there was a second car--
You're talking about a collision.
The extra force came not from weight in the car...
but from the briefest contact between two vehicles.
Hi, Charlie. Ray. Hey.
Hi. -So, uh, how's the analysis going?
It's going good-- we got racing, we got we got drifting...
Maybe some demolition derby.
Hope you don't mind my watching. I'm very fascinated
with this stuff. It is fascinating.
Been a long time since
I took engineering in, uh, college,
and, uh, I think I lost a lot.
Thousands of years ago,
we started with rocks, sticks and bones.
Now we got computer chips, spacecraft, nuclear fusion.
It's not just human nature to understand the world,
but also to interact with it.
You see, that's why we build machines.
Because that's the way we interact with the world.
I mean that's our, uh, that's the way we play.
(quiet laugh)
I'm starting a seminar next week
on current challenges in mechanical engineering.
You should come sit in.
No, no.
I think I'm a little old for college.
GALUSKI: I was a mechanic before I started.
I started-- I was 30.
But, hey, where wouldn't you be older than most other people?
A rest home?
Uh, Ray-Ray, hey,
so, just get back to, uh...
Wait a minute.
Fisher is gone.
Along with a new street car he doesn't own.
Damn it. He knew we were coming back.
I'll put it out to the police.
Thanks.
Kyle Clippard woke up.
I just wanted to ride along.
See what it's like.
But, Kyle, why?
Looked like fun.
Frank said to get in the trunk.
It was a race?
Yeah, with some guy Frank knew.
I-I think he called him Ernie.
Ernie Fuller, right.
And what caused the accident?
No idea.
Last thing I remember was being in the trunk
and wishing I wasn't.
Kyle, somebody hurt you after the accident--
do you have any idea who?
What?!
Isn't this from the crash?
Somebody tried to kill you.
Why?
I-I wasn't even driving.
You looking into the hit-and-run?
Yeah, the Kaufmans, the couple that died.
They have no living relatives.
Nobody to push the case once it went cold.
Yeah.
You know, David, when I was out on that freighter,
I kept thinking if I die out here,
a lot of questions go unanswered.
My story never gets told.
I'd just really like to find these people an answer.
What about Frank Fisher?
Maybe that grill came off a car he used to own?
Yeah, only he's got an alibi.
When they were killed, Fisher was out in Pomona,
winning a NHRA-approved race.
We gotta find out where that grill came from.
Yeah, there's something else, too.
At the cemetery where they're buried,
somebody puts flowers on their grave
on the anniversary of the accident.
That's somebody with a guilty conscience.
And another thing: Shortly after they died,
somebody made an anonymous donation to their church
in the amount of $7,000 cash.
* Shorty, what you gonna do?
(engine revving)
* Are you gonna get in?
* Are you gonna ride...
* Baby?
* Baby, what you gonna do?
* Yeah, what you gonna do? *
* Are you gonna get out?
You can't drift
without gas, Ernie!
(overlapping chatter)
Fisher's over on the right talking with Ernie Fuller.
Okay. Bring it on, guys.
We're going in. we're going in.
FISHER: Get out of my car!
Damn, man! I'm sorry.
I'm-- Listen to me!
(siren whooping)
DAVID: FBI!
FBI! Don't move!
FBI!
I got the driver!
AGENT: Get back here!
(car tires squealing)
(tires screeching)
(Don grunts)
(siren wailing)
(engine revving)
CHARLIE: So the second car hits the crash car
and causes it to lose control.
It's called a PIT maneuver.
I know, I-I've seen it on TV.
Police cars do it to fleeing vehicles
during high-speed chases.
You watch police chases on TV?
Hell, yeah. You don't?
Download them off the Net.
All variables accounted for--
the end result matches the sample.
And that is geek speak for "bingo."
Ernie, everybody we talk to
says you and Frank race all the time.
You were racing him the night
of the coffee shop crash, weren't you?
You don't know that. No?
No, Frank didn't tell you, and nobody else saw me there.
Nice one, Ernie.
I want you to look at something.
What is that? I mean, how'd you get that?
Who filmed that? Is that film?
Doesn't matter. That's what happened.
Frank's car killed a man, but you caused it.
It was an accident.
I wasn't trying to hit Frank.
He's my friend; I helped him build that car.
Where is Frank now?
I have no idea.
Hey, Larry!
A little time off
from the monastery?
Uh, actually, I'm letting the monks
take a little break from me.
How are your own meditations coming along?
It's hard to say.
You know, work keeps getting in the way.
You know, actually, my own state of quiescence
has been disturbed by this rather indelible image.
A boot print to be more precise.
From the Clippard beating.
Yeah, Charlie described told me about the case.
These would be the photos of the tread marks
on the young man's face? Only have a partial.
It's kind of hard to get a good match on the boot print.
Ah, well, enter Fleinhardt.
Have you, by any chance, heard of
a study from the University of Sheffield, in England?
Now they're using mathematical techniques
to extrapolate full boot and shoe prints
from partial samples.
(phone rings) Larry, that'd be great, man.
There'll always be an England. Sinclair.
Okay, thanks.
(sighs)
They just found Frank Fisher.
(door opens)
Hey, do you have a minute to, uh, take a look at something?
Secret spy stuff?
I'm kidding.
What is it? -Well, I'm trying to track down the grill
on the car from the cold case hit-and-run
'cause the same grill was on the car
that Frank Fisher was driving when it hit the coffee shop.
And that's got to be more than a coincidence, right?
Well, yeah, I mean,
you know, it's possible that Fisher could have
just found the grill at a junkyard,
but, yeah, I'm hoping that there's more to it,
although...
I know you really don't put much stock in hope, do you? -Colby,
there have been math problems I've worked on
that have gone unsolved for hundreds of years,
so believe me, man, I'm all about hope.
All right, well, good, because I keep thinking
that there are things the cold case can tell us
about the recent crash,
and the recent crash might help us solve the cold case.
Yeah, so like a unifying theory.
No, I think that's worth testing.
Well, here's what I have so far--
a list of cars that were on the road
three years ago with that grill
and then a list of known street racers.
You're checking for a match.
Right, basic cop stuff.
But what I was wondering is if there might be
some other kind of search you might recommend.
You know, just a bigger one.
Just throw in more data. You never know
where you're going to find connectivity,
so think of anything you can--
not just the cars and their owners but people
from both incidents
who don't seem directly involved.
Then friends and family and witnesses and...
Fisher was found by a maintenance man,
kicked in the head, same as Kyle Clippard.
Yeah, it happened fairly recently.
Even looks like the same boot print.
Fisher didn't have any defensive wounds,
so it's got to be someone he knew, right?
I'll spring the news on Ernie Fuller,
see if he has any idea where Fisher might have been.
Uh-huh. Hey, David, what have you got?
Larry's getting an image of the boot print
from both crime scenes,
and I'm questioning those crash witnesses again,
using what we learned from the video.
How about you, Colby?
Just running links between the cold case
and the Fisher crash. -All right. Good.
This could all be a random coincidence, but...
No, these deaths are related somehow.
Hold it lightly, like a bird,
then just let it fly straight to the nest.
Now, you see?
Unfortunately,
my bird keeps attempting to nest in the hallway.
Fleinhardt, I hear you got a sweet little ride.
Yeah, a 1931 Ford Roadster.
Nice.
You got to bring it around. Yeah, well,
maybe in time.
Only three runs in the computer lab,
and we got a sufficient abrogated score.
Well, it's a lot easier
to extrapolate on these partial boot prints,
now that we've got a second sample.
Too bad a second person had to die for us to get it.
Gentlemen, we have the results.
Diet?
Oh, come... that's...
You know, Frank knew a lot of people.
I got no idea where he's hanging out.
Yeah, how about his car?
He had a custom grill on there.
You know where he got it?
No, his grill-- he could have picked that up anywhere.
Okay, you have to ask him
and if you can't find him, that's not my problem.
Oh, we found him.
Frank's dead.
What? He crashed?
Somebody beat him to death.
Special Agent David Sinclair-- FBI.
I want to ask you a few more questions.
You know, Ernie, the guy that killed Frank
also beat a teenager at the crash site.
Did Frank know somebody at that coffee shop?
Uh, maybe, yeah.
It was his idea to race,
and he always liked to just race by people he knew.
Like who? Mostly hot chicks.
And, um,
this dude he knew, who was like an old friend of his.
We have a video of the incident
that shows you 30 seconds
after the crash, walking toward the car.
What happened when you got there?
I went over to... look at the driver,
but I didn't touch him.
Somebody did.
Tell me who it was.
(sighs)
Okay, if I adjust the translational
and rotational invariance...
CHARLIE: And then generate an edge direction histogram...
And that, my young friends, is a boot.
That measures out to a size 12.
That's one big dude.
The dude used to race a lot,
but then he quit and he said Frank should stop, too,
but, for some reason, it really pissed Frank off.
(laughing): Frank would just...
he would just, like, go blowing by him and yell stuff.
Sam was dead.
We were all angry.
It could have been any of us.
But it was one guy.
You give me a name, or I will arrest you
right here for obstruction.
This is so weird.
Hey, Megan. Yeah?
The grill from the cold case, it was for a 1994 Honda Civic.
And check this out.
I just found a known street racer
who owned that identical car,
who was present at the coffee shop crash,
but he wasn't one of the drivers.
Ernie just gave me a name.
How much you want to bet it's the same guy?
(phone rings)
Megan, I know. I'm right here.
Hey, the guy
who usually works this route-- where is he?
Apparently, he comes here every day.
Robert Lowell, do you know why we're here?
Yes, I know.
BOBBY: Three years ago,
I was racing around the Silver Lake Reservoir.
I hit two people.
And I killed them.
Every night I go to sleep, I see their faces,
how they looked at me right before the car hit them.
I took my car apart, and I sold the pieces.
Right. The grill to Fisher.
The money I got from the parts--
I sent it all to the church those people belonged to.
You put the flowers on the graves.
Why don't you tell us what happened at that coffee house?
(tires screeching)
People were running everywhere.
It was terrible.
I was just looking to see who was hurt.
I saw the kid near the car.
I was sure that he was the driver,
that he had done this...
and I just exploded.
MEGAN: But the kid
wasn't the driver.
Frank was.
He told me yesterday.
I realized I nearly killed the wrong guy.
And then Frank tells me...
he was racing around the corner because of me.
I felt like I was in a daze.
Then I hit him and he went down.
And I just kept kicking him.
This has got to stop.
I'll, uh, request a suicide watch.
Hey, Don. Hey, buddy.
Want some coffee?
Yeah, that'd be great, thanks.
Just want to let you know that I turned down the DC job.
Oh, yeah?
That's what you wanted, huh?
I mean, what I want is
to stay here and work with you guys--
people I know.
But I know that decision's not entirely up to me, so...
All right.
I'll check into it.
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CHARLIE: I mean, my advice to you has always been
never to concentrate on coincidences.
But for once, at least in this case,
everything was connected.
Yeah, but, uh, the root cause was meaningless, huh?
(chuckles) Yeah, reckless driving.
That's crazy.
So, what, are you writing that book? -Yeah.
The work is pretty much almost done.
I just have to write the preface
and simplify some of the math passages.
Is that Dad? Yeah.
Did you invite him down here? -Hello, boys.
Boys, meet CalSci's newest student.
What do you mean? You're taking a class?
No, I was just auditing.
GALUSKI: Alan just got through his first day
of Elements of Mechanical Engineering. -Yeah.
Wait a second, you're telling me that
I've spent years trying to get you interested
in advanced mathematics and now, suddenly, you're taking a class?
It depends on who teaches it.
DON: Oh, psych! Ooh, that's low.
That's cold. GALUSKI: It's got nothing to do with me.
What would most people rather do?
Solve the Riemann Hypothesis
or build lasers and robots?
DON & ALAN: Lasers and robots. -Of course.
Algebraic geometry, ergodic theory,
automorphic forms-- the list goes on and on.
You people have no idea what you're missing out on.
Yeah, and we'd like to keep it that way, Charlie.
So what, you're getting a degree or something?
Well, actually...
I'm just having fun.