*
Hey, David...
anything from anywhere?
Been two minutes since your last call.
No.
Are you chewing gum?
Oh, it's just that
I started with math that I used
for those bank robberies a few years back.
Remember the Charm School Boys?
Right.
AMITA: See, normally, these kinds of projections require
sifting through tens of thousands of data points
to divine deep patterns. -Right, and this time
the patterns were overwhelming,
like a giant neon arrow pointing at the next job.
If your numbers say it will happen here, I'm sold, Charlie.
Well, that's the thing.
Uh, they don't say it'll happen there.
What?
AMITA: I pointed out to Charlie
the big arrow was pointing directly away
from the Charm School Boys' original target--
the Federal Reserve shipments of old cash.
CHARLIE: And so, then I asked myself--
what if the new robbers
had studied the old robbers' tactics?
Could it be at all possible
that they were anticipating our methodology-- choosing banks
specifically to divert our attention
away from the real target?
Are you saying we're here on a hunch?
Oh, I-I wouldn't call it a-a-a hunch.
(whispering): It's an induction. -It's an induction.
Thank you. It's an induction.
DAVID: So this whole stakeout
hinges on evidence that basically guarantees
we're going to fail?
I'm just talking it through here, David, and I
feel 90% better.
You know, I... I'm just curious,
but where does your equation indicate
the crew will hit?
You haven't heard anything from Ventura County, have you?
(whispering): I doubt it.
(tires squealing)
Incoming!
(tires squealing)
(man coughing)
(Taser crackling)
FBI!
(indistinct shouting)
(man groans)
Don't move.
(garbled radio transmission)
(coughs)
NIKKI: I don't know about the outfit, boss.
You kind of look like a Eagle Scout.
Be prepared.
(garbled radio transmission)
ANCHORWOMAN: A wild scene downtown today,
as FBI agents thwarted robbers wielding Tasers, tear gas
and machine guns.
Hospitalized for tear gas inhalation and minor injuries
was the armored car's driver, Wesley Till,
35, of Topanga Canyon... -Next time,
uh, be sure to, uh, induct the tear gas, huh?
AMITA: Wow.
Imagine the research this could fund.
Yeah, that's exactly what I was imagining.
(beeping) -Another old one.
Something about old bills this machine does not like.
1969.
The average lifespan
of a $20 bill is two years.
This one made it up to 40.
Well, put it in the pile.
Machine jammers get counted separately.
AMITA: There are three more here.
All 1969 20s.
There are four in one bag?
Do you guys realize what the odds are here?
No, but I'm guessing we're about to find out.
CHARLIE: Even factoring in the superannuated nature of bills
being sent to the shredder, it's astronomical.
Well, I'll run the serial numbers-- maybe they'll pop.
(beeping)
What was that?
It must be a marked bill.
Serial number's on the hot list.
Hey, that's D.B. Cooper money.
Seriously?
Who's D.B. Cooper?
You know the lifespan of a $20 bill, but not
the most famous unsolved crime in American history?
He hijacked a plane back in... what was it, the '60s?
DAVID: 1971.
Got 200 grand from the airline,
jumped out the plane and just disappeared.
So, how does the ransom turn up
in the Federal Reserve 38 years later?
Day before Thanksgiving,
a passenger calling himself Dan Cooper
showed a flight attendant a bomb.
He made that flight land in Seattle
where the airline gave him 200 grand
and two sets of parachutes.
He let all the passengers go,
and then took off again with the flight crew.
Sometime in the next two hours, he lowered the rear stairway
of the plane, parachuted out over the Oregon wilderness.
That's one hell of a heist.
Just the... the skill set involved:
bomb making, parachuting, aviation.
COLBY: Just the insanity of it.
You jump out of a plane
at night in a rainstorm over a forest of 100-foot trees.
I mean, he could have saved time just shooting himself.
DAVID: That's the consensus,
but Cooper's body was never found.
The agents investigating figured that he died in the jump.
CHARLIE: Boy, I hope that wasn't based
on these projections of the potential landing zone.
What, you see a problem?
The formula they used.
Uh, it's kind of like mathematical fondue.
Maybe it was current in the 1970s,
but, I don't know, there have been some exciting breakthroughs
in modeling weather front formation.
You know, if I cull enough data
on, uh, military and civilian drop statistics,
I could recalculate D.B. Cooper's chances of survival.
DAVID: Be amazing to crack this thing after 40 years.
Hey, you think the, uh, armored car robbers
knew what they were stealing?
220 bucks in marked bills-- I doubt it.
Besides, when I mentioned D.B. Cooper, they were shocked.
But they did think it was pretty cool.
NIKKI: Got a report back from the crime lab.
Cooper bills showed signs of prolonged exposure
to unusually hot, dry air.
Also traces of gypsum dust.
That's drywall, right? COLBY: Guys...
guess who worked this case back in the '70s.
Roger Bloom? He's been around that long?
COLBY: Could be a big help. Well, we would've never busted
the copycat bank robbers if it weren't for him.
(phones ringing) -He had a bit of a man crush
on you, didn't he? -Well, he hates Nikki.
He doesn't hate me. He just doesn't get me.
You should probably knock on his door in the morning.
What's with the phones around here?
DAVID: No, no comment.
I said, "No comment."
Someone leaked the D.B. Cooper story to one of the blogs,
so it's, uh... it's going crazy.
Which means we have about ten minutes
before TV vans block the parking garage exit.
(laughing)
(phones ringing)
Man.
(phones ringing)
BLOOM: Why is it only G-men ring the doorbell
at 6:30 in the morning?
It's not my fault
you worked on every major FBI case since Patty Hearst.
D.B. Cooper-- as soon as I heard the news,
I knew you guys were going to find my number.
Sunny-side up good? -Yeah, it's fine.
So, what do you say?
You want to take another run at the one that got away?
This is not a good time.
I just started a security consulting firm
to make ends meet.
Make yourself useful, will you?
Get a plate and put on some toast.
COLBY: You know,
there's still a $50,000 reward out there.
Not to mention the, uh,
publicity for your new business.
All right, here's a tip.
It wasn't $200,000.
He got away with closer to a million.
The Bureau and the airline downplayed the take
to weed out false confessions.
Something else that's buried in your boxes:
Three weeks after the hijacking,
a search team finds a corpse in a tree
in the landing zone-- Eddie Sawyer.
Professional thief, paratrooper from Vietnam.
So, Sawyer was Cooper?
Yeah, we thought so, too.
But none of the witnesses on the plane could I.D. his photograph.
And later on, the autopsy told us
that he was stabbed to death before he ever hit the tree.
Now, Cooper did order two sets of chutes.
Okay, so Cooper was working with another guy.
He knifed him and threw him out of the plane.
That's the theory. (timer dings)
AMITA: David? DAVID: Hey.
Hi. How you doing?
Uh, Charlie's working from home today.
Um, well, actually, I was looking for you.
Okay, here it is.
I have a date for, uh, Saturday night.
It's, uh... it's the symphony.
I need some help buying a suit.
Don't you have a lot of suits?
They all make me look like, uh...
An FBI agent?
Yeah. You know, I mean,
Don and I, we... we don't have the same taste.
And Colby's idea of dressing up is a string tie.
Liz is out of town.
If I even tell Nikki that I have a date...
You always look good.
Your clothes are great, so... -I would be happy to help you.
And not tell Nikki.
Appreciate it. Thank you. -Sure.
We scan the serial number of every bill
that's sent for shredding.
If those notes had passed through our system,
my people would have flagged them.
Not if someone didn't want them flagged.
From the moment you drive in,
every move you make is observed and recorded.
And the guards work in teams.
Only person who's left alone with the cash
for even a second is the armored car driver.
That's Wesley Till?
And he's thoroughly searched, and his personal cash
is counted before and after every shift.
What time does he get in?
Well, he doesn't.
If your guys got teargassed,
wouldn't you give them a week off?
No. Actually, in my case,
I'm going to go make them bang on his door.
BLOOM: Altitude-- 9,800 to 10,000 feet.
CHARLIE: Okay.
(typing) Velocity-- 170 knots.
Winds-- outside, west, 15 knots.
(trilling)
Okay. That brings us to a landing
right around... here.
"Hey, look at me. I'm hanging in a tree, dead."
Strange enough to watch you revert to childhood,
but it wasn't even your own.
Those were your brother's toys.
This is a detailed map of the terrain of D.B. Cooper's
landing zone, constructed in order to calculate
his odds of survival.
Which, by the way, defies sense.
Why jump here, when the terrain clears out
only 70 miles later? -Well, the time was calculated
by a dip in the nose of the plane.
No one actually saw him jump.
So we shift the jump time.
BLOOM: Mm-hmm.
You know, back when that was happening,
it seemed like someone hijacked a plane every other week.
And the only name we ever remember
is D.B. Cooper. (chuckles)
Probably because you never found him.
No, it was probably because of the times, you know?
All that anti-establishment stuff going on.
I wasn't anti the country. I was bleeding for it.
Some of us felt
that the country and the establishment weren't the same.
Yeah, and some of us were shipped home in cargo.
You know who my hero was?
Freddy O'Casio.
He saved my unit from a six-hour firefight.
Not some lowlife who jeopardized
40 innocent people for a quick payoff.
Six minutes. If-If Cooper had jumped only six minutes later,
uh, the terrain would have cleared out somewhat,
and, uh, that would have increased his chances of
survival considerably. -Congratulations.
Your hero might have survived, after all.
(snorts) -Doesn't make sense.
Yeah, tell me about it.
I came in here looking for a watering can,
and I found my past under attack.
Cooper had to assume those bills were marked.
Boy, 50% is a high risk of death for a payoff he couldn't use.
Well, next time, I'll use a hose.
DAVID: Armored car driver maybe,
but if Wesley Till has D.B. Cooper's money,
he isn't spending it on rent.
Hey, explain something to me.
If the hijacker called himself Dan Cooper,
where'd "D.B." come from?
Press. One article called him "D.B. Cooper,"
every other reporter repeated the mistake.
Now, the Bureau ran the name Dan Cooper.
Turns out he was the hero
of a French comic book in the '60s.
Cold.
No reception.
I'm going to step out and get some bars.
Phew.
(rhythmic thumping)
(thumping ceases)
(steady buzzing)
(buzzing ceases)
"Prolonged exposure to hot, dry air."
(knocking)
(chuckles softly)
(grunting)
Oh... oh, man.
(whispers): Oh, man.
1969.
(gun cocks)
MAN: Hands in the air.
Friend, you walked into the wrong house.
On your knees.
Now.
(gun cocks) -NIKKI: FBI.
Drop it, Pops.
You're agents?
Then you can show me a badge.
My apologies.
I thought you were a burglar.
Yeah?
Who are you? -Ray Till.
Wesley's uncle.
We're spending the holidays camping in the Sierras.
Call Wesley at work.
He'll clear it up.
Mr. Till,
there's something we need you to see.
Is this your nephew?
RAY: He was the finest man I know.
Kind of man I wish I could've been.
The money in the wall,
any idea where it came from?
Wesley didn't care about money.
Didn't even own a TV.
(pills rattle)
Multiple myeloma.
Doctors give me about four months.
I'm sorry.
Eh, you don't need to be.
Since I found out, I've been using my time better,
doing things that matter.
That's nice ink.
My whole unit got it
one drunken weekend in Da Nang.
We were part of the biggest
combat jump of the whole war.
DAVID: Wesley Till gets a job
transporting money to be shredded.
So he shows up to work with marked D.B. Cooper bills
and he goes home with unmarked cash.
The Fed records how much personal cash the drivers get
onto the trucks with.
Till was showing up with anywhere between
160 and 240 bucks.
So, over 11 months,
I mean, he could have swapped out $63,000.
Okay, so you add in the 160 grand we found in his wall,
and... so where is the other $777,000?
No, slight correction: $771,000.
$5,880 washed up
in the Columbia River in 1980.
Okay, so this bill swapping,
it's not like holding up a drugstore, right?
It takes planning,
uh, it takes, uh, patience, a lot like the hijacking.
All right, that's a compelling argument, if Till
was alive in 1971.
His uncle was.
And he's an ex-paratrooper.
COLBY: Wait a minute. That's what you're going with--
that Uncle Ray is D.B. Cooper?
They never found a body or a parachute.
That cash in the wall had to come from somewhere.
Come on. I can't be the only one
thinking that it's at least possible.
You want to put a lunch on it?
Make it two lunches.
I just... I hate eating alone.
Two burritos from the vending machine.
Burritos?
Hey, I'm hedging, all right?
But that's a lot of coincidence.
You know, it might be worth it to see what Uncle Ray does next.
Let me know what else you find out.
NIKKI: Okay.
Back to the boxes.
Roger, you want to help me out?
Oh, that's what I came for.
She'll grow on you. -Yeah.
Yeah, maybe.
David, hey. So, I pulled
some pictures from magazines just to get a sense
of what you're thinking. -Well, um,
I was thinking something more simple,
but not too loud, but, um...
that would st-still make a good statement.
Well, do-do you like a particular color?
I think it's... it's really all about the fabric.
Yeah, well, that's... that's important, too.
Well, maybe you could just pick up a couple
of the ones that you like.
I could pick out one, and...
I could just return the rest. -Okay.
-Thanks. -Uh-huh. Bye.
CHARLIE: Even accounting for the safer drop zones,
Cooper's risk/reward ratio is, like, massively out of line.
Maybe the guy wasn't good at math.
These are patterns that are hardwired into the human brain.
And not only humans; the behavior of monkeys,
and fish and the way
that bees choose flowers.
50 mice forage in a field.
Well, if our mice are only concerned with the reward,
then their distribution would correlate
with the concentration of food.
But barn owls hunt much more effectively
over open terrain than in brush.
How many mice will brave the dangerous open terrain
for a feast, and how many will choose
the less-rewarding brush?
Each mouse weighs danger, food, risk, reward.
So, to make that jump with bills
that he had to assume were marked,
Cooper was like a mouse that ran
into the middle of a field looking for food
that he didn't even think he was able to eat.
Right. Maybe that's it.
The ri is the reward.
Like an adrenaline high.
Speaking of adrenaline, by the way, this morning,
Dad made an offhanded comment
about D.B. Cooper being a folk hero.
And it started this whole argument about the '60s,
and just the way that Bloom reacted,
honestly, I'm glad that he doesn't carry a gun anymore.
Actually, I think he does carry a gun.
He really went off on Dad. -Well, the guy's a vet.
I mean, he comes home and...
and people are calling him "baby killer."
You don't think that Dad
ever called anyone a baby killer. -No,
but sometimes, I'm not sure he really gets
what guys like Bloom went through.
Hey, check this out. -Hmm?
Every month, Wesley Till
wired money to a flower store in Westminster;
total of $62,580.
That's about what we think he was swapping out of the Fed.
Yeah, and Westminster is Little Saigon.
And Uncle Ray is a vet.
Now, it's funny how this case keeps circling back to Vietnam.
Yeah, listen to this.
Uncle Ray trained soldiers in parachuting
before being deployed.
His unit was accused of committing
war crimes in a village called Nu Bac.
What kind of crimes? -Doesn't say.
Oh, hello.
Look who else was in Nu Bac:
Specialist Edward Sawyer.
Oh, this is the guy they found in the tree.
See, I'm beginning to think
that Colby and David owe you a burrito;
three kinds of cheese.
I knew I should have held out for that surf and turf.
DAVID: In a room with a dozen computers
and free Wi-Fi, he uses microfilm.
COLBY: According to his tax records,
they say he's been living on the Oregon side
of the Klamath Mountains for the last 25 years.
Hey, they, uh... they have
Internet service in the mountains, right?
I'm going to take you camping, if only for entertainment value.
I'll get the car.
The guy who just left, what was he looking at?
Oh, Mr. Till isn't in trouble, is he?
You know him? -Every few weeks,
he shows up, spends all day here reading.
Sometimes a few days in a row.
Today was old newspapers;
seven rolls.
Okay, well, I'm going to need all of them.
Do you have a library card?
Uh...
I mean, I've been meaning to get one.
Remember, in the Vietnamese culture,
the more deferential you are to the proprietor, the better.
You get tough, you get nothing.
I know how to talk to people, Roger.
Hello. Can I help you?
NIKKI: FBI.
If you have a moment, we'd like to talk to you
about some money that was wired to your store.
The $63,000.
You have some idea where it's from?
Actually, we were going to ask you.
When the money first appeared, I told the bank
it must be a mistake. They said it wasn't.
Wait a minute-- you get money
every month, you have no idea where it comes from,
you just pocket it, you don't ask any questions?
No. I tried to return it,
but the bank couldn't trace the sender.
I didn't want any trouble from the IRS,
so I had them write a letter verifying my story.
Thanks for the diplomacy lesson.
Okay, all right.
I know.
You got to admire a well-executed stonewalling.
Letter and everything.
Do you like Vietnamese food?
There is a takeout place about three blocks up that makes
an unbelievable pho.
Please tell me that's not some breed of dog.
No, that's some breed of noodle soup.
You have to broaden your horizons, miss.
COLBY: He's going into Teddy Antell's place.
DAVID: What is Till doing with the biggest silver
and jewelry thief on the West Coast?
Well, it's a social club.
Maybe he wants to socialize.
(three gunshots)
(tires squealing) -(siren wailing)
FBI.
* The thought of you makes me stop *
* Before I begin
* 'Cause I've got you
* Under my skin
* 'Cause I've got you
* Under my skin.
(handcuffs clicking)
NIKKI: DOA is Guy Russo,
Teddy Antell's right-hand man.
We tossed Russo's car.
Blood smears turned up consistent
with Wesley Till's type and papers taken from his house.
Well, do the DNA.
I say we close the Wesley case.
So, how did Uncle Ray close it first?
I was looking for a lady I used to know.
And you just happened to run into your nephew's murderer,
and you shot him.
All I did was walk in a door.
He drew and shot first.
As I'm sure the bartender's already told you.
Yes, he did.
I'm Roger Bloom.
They asked me to look at your service file.
I was up in the Central Highlands, near Laos.
How was it over there?
I saw what I saw.
You saw more.
You blew the whistle on your own unit
for a massacre at Nu Bac.
All I did was not cover it up.
David, he is being modest.
In Nam, if you stuck your neck out,
if you spoke up, you knew what was going to happen.
They'd suppress your commendations,
they'd write you up for dirty boots,
a bullet hole in your helmet.
And if you were really stubborn,
they sent you out on the wire,
where the bullet with your name could find you.
Lucky it only had
my first name.
Yeah.
You went home with a medical discharge.
Report's buried,
end of career.
And that's the way it was over there.
You always paid for what you didn't do.
I'm not much for swapping war stories.
DAVID: Well, here's your service photo.
Here's a composite sketch of the suspect
from a 1971 hijacking.
The money we found
in Wesley's wall is from that hijacking.
We knew that he was using his job to launder it.
BLOOM: The Army screwed you.
A million dollars,
that's a lot of payback.
Fellas, I promise I am not D.B. Cooper
or Jimmy Hoffa or Amelia Earhart
or the Abominable Snowman.
Am I being held?
What do we do with this guy?
We can hold him for Russo, but it won't stick.
It doesn't have to. Teddy Antell will make sure
Till doesn't last a week in jail.
Right. If we release him,
then he disappears back into the mountains.
NIKKI: And if he does?
We closed Wesley Till's murder.
You know, at the end of the day,
how important is a 40-year-old crime?
You're seriously asking why we're interested in solving
the most famous hijacking in history?
Not when you put it like that.
Do yourselves a favor-- just kick Till loose.
There's a 50 grand reward on the hook.
It gives you guys time,
and trust me, Uncle Ray is not disappearing on me.
Might be our least bad solution.
Hey, so you got into it with my dad, I heard.
I follow the rules all the time.
Everybody else is doing whatever the hell they want.
It might seem like, you know, ancient history to some people;
to me, yesterday.
I was 15, and we had this gardener
who worked on the street.
This, uh, Mexican guy-- he had a funky walk.
And me, being the idiot that I was,
would-would do the walk for everybody on the block.
Well, my dad saw me one day,
and I'm telling you, he had me on my knees
pulling weeds for two weeks in August.
So, you talk about rules...
I learned all about the rules from him.
AMITA: I have a favorite,
but I'm not going to tell you which.
Okay.
Yeah, the, uh... those are...
those are good.
They're good.
I could get something else.
What about, like-like, tweed, you know?
Tweed?
You know, or-or pinstripe is nice as well.
Tweed or pinstripes.
No, no... -COLBY: You ready?
Uh, I got to go.
I-I'll call you, okay?
Thank you.
(jazz playing, billiard balls clacking)
Crime scene tape is down.
This is a private club again.
Well, we're here for an intervention, Teddy.
Look at you.
Drinking alone, 11:00 a.m.
I mean, how can you run a criminal enterprise responsibly?
Funny guy.
I liked you Feds better
back when you were J. Edgar Hoover types.
That'd be him.
Totally humorless.
Any idea why Guy Russo killed
an armored car driver named Wesley Till?
TEDDY: Typical G-man.
Pin your crime on a dead man before he's even
in the ground.
Here's a hint for you.
160 grand in his wall,
another 771 out there up for grabs.
You already have all the answers.
Why not talk to each other,
leave me out of it?
Because the guy Russo underestimated
just happens to be Wesley Till's uncle.
And we had to let him go.
DAVID: Now, I don't think Russo
wiped his butt without a phone call from you.
So, second most important thing
is Wesley's uncle doesn't figure that out
and come gunning for you.
I'm supposed to ask what the most important thing is, right?
That nothing happens to Wesley's uncle.
Should a piano fall on his head, worse things fall on yours.
I mean, that was a little bit funny, right?
Bloom wouldn't even listen.
Wouldn't even listen. I mean, it was like...
it was like being back in the, uh...
CHARLIE: In the '60s
all over again. -Yeah, exactly.
We'd marshal arguments, and they'd impugn our patriotism.
They hated us
because we stood up against the establishment.
AMITA: Well, part of marshaling an argument
is making sure your conclusions aren't skewed
by preconceived notions?
And your point?
Bloom destroyed his career trying to get justice
for his sister.
Then, he was nearly killed
trying to clear his name with the FBI.
And?
Um, maybe he's not so much pro-establishment
as he is anti-airplane hijackers.
Never mind.
Well, I guess I just lost
some daughter-in-law points there.
You notice how I kept my mouth shut?
Yeah, I did. -Yeah.
I already had one uncomfortable moment with my brother.
Thank you.
I got it.
I have no idea where that guy came from, you know.
It's like, there was my mom, my dad, me,
and then there was Don.
Off playing with G.I. Joes and guns.
I thought you guys weren't allowed to play with toy guns.
We weren't. He... he got his from this kid
across the street-- uh, Kenny Caldwell.
Why don't you just pay
with your university I.D.?
It only works on campus.
Most restaurants near campus accept I.D. payments.
Alternative currency.
Well, it actually only works when you give them the I.D.
Are you still at it?
(sighs)
Yeah, we got seven rolls,
each spanning months, dates all over the map.
You know, it took me half a day
just to find a microfilm machine.
Look, just keep it simple, Matt.
I mean, there's something in these back issues that led
Ray Till to Teddy's club.
We just need to figure out what.
Well, that's easy to say,
but I've been here all night.
Isn't this where Charlie comes up
with an algorithm or something? Just... crr...
You know what?
When I was, uh, stationed in Tel Aviv,
this guy, he had stashed a brick of plastique explosives,
and we just couldn't figure out where.
And I realized that there was
a sewer line near where he worked.
My boss made me and three other agents wade through raw sewage
for nine hours while he went to the beach.
After we found it, this guy, he didn't even say "Thank you."
So, thank you.
Now, pick up the pace.
I asked if anyone at the bank found it suspicious
that the source of Tina Tran's money transfers were concealed.
Nobody could answer.
The risk-reward analysis.
So, they didn't follow up, they just sent a letter?
NIKKI: Apparently.
I don't think they're hiding anything.
They're just plain incompetent. -Well...
All right, great. So, what do we do now?
It's not worthless!
What? -We've been assuming
that Cooper's ransom was worthless,
because every bank in America
was looking for the serial numbers.
But what about overseas?
You see, the money's value in the equation increases hugely
in a foreign country where the dollar is accepted
alongside the local currency.
And in 1971...
Vietnam.
Right? The risk-reward.
No. No.
Till was a paratrooper.
He was even more aware of the risk.
The algorithm points
to desperation, the kind of desperation
that would compel one to, I don't know,
pull a loved one out of a burning building.
Like a daughter?
All right.
*
(sighs)
Would it make you feel better if I donated the money to the FBI?
You were born in Vietnam, right?
Yeah. -And did it happen
to be in a village called Nu Bac?
How did you know?
Your father, was he an American soldier?
My mother never discussed my father.
Believe me, I-I asked.
She died a few years after we came here.
I thought about looking...
more than once.
I don't mean to open wounds.
Anything you can tell me...
All right. First roll. December, 1971.
There's an article on Edward Sawyer's death.
Uh, the dead guy found in the tree
in the D.B. Cooper landing zone.
There's no mention of that, but it does say
he's survived by his wife, Pauline,
and their four-year-old son, Edward Sawyer, Jr. Okay?
All right. Fifth roll.
1997. Death notice for Pauline Sawyer Antell.
Survivors include her son, Edward Antell.
Teddy Antell is Sawyer's kid.
The son of D.B. Cooper's partner.
D.B. Cooper stabbed Teddy Antell's dad,
then threw him out of an airplane.
Antell saw Wesley on TV. -Must have connected the name
with all the news reports about the D.B. Cooper money.
He sent Russo to kill Wesley to flush out Uncle Ray.
This is about revenge.
He wants the man that killed his father.
Great work.
A few years after Tina was born,
an American soldier came to their village
and gave her mother money-- a lot.
He paid for their way here, then disappeared.
I mean, she's Till's daughter. She's got to be.
There's your burning building. Vietnam in 1971.
Call Charlie.
It'll balance his equation and brighten his day.
(Tina screaming)
(screaming continues)
(gunshots) (tires squealing)
DON: I always think of this one case.
This little girl was kidnapped,
and the cops are pretty sure it's a family friend,
and so they search his place and...
they find nothing.
So, they go back again.
They get all the big boys, the senior detectives,
and...
they didn't find anything, either.
Well, the guy confesses.
He says he's got her
in a room he built underneath his garage.
And they all go back again,
and they still can't find it.
I mean, it's that well-hidden.
That was one house.
BLOOM: Why kidnap Tina Tran?
If Antell's looking
for payback for his father,
why not just kill his daughter?
Flush Till out?
No. Guy with no phone, no address?
If Teddy knew how to get to Till in the first place,
he wouldn't have had to kill Wesley.
Till called him out.
Tina Tran is Antell's leverage.
All right. So, then, where?
You know, I think I can pin down the location
by plotting Till's known locations along with Antell's.
DON: He isn't local, so he's going to have to find a place
he knows better than Antell, who-who's from here.
Critical data points. Clear board.
BLOOM: The library-- Till knows the library
like the back of his hand.
Or it's the library.
All right, Till!
We're doing this now!
RAY: It was your father's idea, the hijacking.
I went along with it because...
because I thought
he was man enough to pay his debts.
TEDDY: Careful, old man.
I got your daughter here.
RAY: He needed me to pull it off.
My intel background.
Jumping skills.
TEDDY: So, you used him, then shivved him
and threw him out of a plane.
RAY: The shiv was his.
He was waiting for me to get him safely on the ground.
I got him before he could get me.
TEDDY: You're not talking your way out of this, Till.
My father gets justice tonight!
Justice? For Eddie?
In Nam, he was known for two things:
selling Army goods on the black market
and raping village girls.
(Tina gasping)
Say that again. Say it again!
What, I stutter the first time?
Take a damn DNA test, Teddy.
She's not my daughter.
She's your sister!
I've been cleaning up after your father for 38 years.
Since the day I didn't stop him in Nu Bac.
I would have raised you as my own.
But your mother...
If any man ever called out
for a killing, it was Eddie Sawyer.
But Wesley?
My nephew never hurt a soul.
And for what?
An old, dying man?
FBI!
(grunting)
COLBY: Your gun, please.
I had it handled, but thank you.
(indistinct radio transmissions)
*
BLOOM: Why?
She's not even your daughter.
The usual.
Love, I guess.
Someone had to take responsibility.
* So I drove into the woods
* And wandered aimlessly
50 grand, credit for closing D.B. Cooper.
You'll be buying dinner next time,
and I don't mean burritos.
* It turned out to be the howling of a dog *
* Or a wolf, to be exact
All right. Just between us,
what did you do with the rest of the money?
Nu Bac.
Fixed a lot of things over the years.
* For my flesh had to turned to fur *
* Yeah, and my thoughts, they surely were turned... *
You know, that van is just filled with gear.
There's not a lot of room in there.
You'd show up tomorrow
and give these guys a statement, wouldn't you?
* You can wear your fur
* Like a river on fire
* But you better be sure...
I hope you don't change your mind,
'cause when he turns that corner, he is gone.
We'll never see him again. -David...
D.B. Cooper could never have survived that jump.
* On the day that I turned 23... *
ALAN: Now, what do you think I can get
for this?
While any estimate of the supply
of broken plastic assault rifle squirt guns must--
absent extensive market research-- remain speculative,
the demand can be assessed as zero.
Well, why don't we just leave it at Kenny Caldwell's doorstep?
AMITA: What about this?
CHARLIE: Oh, hey, that can't be sold. Can't sell that.
That's my rock tumbler. I used that to make
all your Father's Day gifts. -How could I forget?
Huh? The watch band, the cuff links...
You wore them every day.
Father's love.
Oh, no, no. -(Charlie laughs)
Oh, that's, um, the '70s.
Oh, I know.
And Charlie will give you $20 for this.
I will? -ALAN: I'll take five.
I know the perfect person for this suit.
Hello. -Hey. Sorry.
Hey, guys. Uh... -ALAN: Hey.
Hey, what are you doing with this?
I was making room for Amita.
I totally used to rule the neighborhood
with this puppy.
Yeah. You ruled the neighborhood? -I did.
DON: What are you talking about? Roger, you should see
the range on this. Seriously, I used to just have them
all on the block, just like... (imitates gunfire)
Let's set up a historic reenactment.
Vets versus hippies.
Me and Dad versus the two of you.
DON: Total blowout.
Come on. We'll kill them. -You can set up a field of fire.
That does not qualify you as a vet.
'Cause it's... it's more
of a state of mind, right, Alan?
That's right. That's right. -Mm-hmm.
Uh, the same way scraggly hair
and a four-day growth of beard doesn't make you a rebel.
You know, one time, on one of those Freedom Rides,
this, uh, Alabama state trooper hit me
with his baton so hard that the baton broke.
Yeah. I-I-I still have a scar.
BLOOM: See? And this is how tough your dad is.
You did not fight back.
You're right.
Wasn't supposed to.
What's with the slack jaws?
Give the man a beer.
DON: I want to talk about this reenactment thing.
We're the FBI. I get tear gas.
I mean, you guys are dead.
We can bring a book of beatnik poetry or something.
ALAN: Yeah. -Can I make a toast?
DON: Sure.
To scars-- those we've already earned,
and those that are coming.
ALAN: I'll drink to that. -Hear, hear.
* Don't be afraid of what you've learned... *
(gunshot)