Numb3rs S3E9 Script

Waste Not (2006)

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My, my

Just look what you've done

My God

Something that you can't defend

I'll never be the same again

(kids laughing)

And I don't know why

I don't know why

(whistling)

You've got to finish this weekend.

Don't worry.

The kids will have a new playground by Monday morning.

All right, kids.

He'll be here all day with that backhoe.

Now you can watch for a while, but stay back.

That's not a backhoe, that's a skid loader.

(drilling)

A backhoe's bigger.

Thank you, Malik. Welcome!

Trudy! Make sure they stay behind the fence.

I got 'em, Mrs. Bell. All right, come on, guys.

You can watch them over here.

(drilling continues)

Well, change is good. CHARLIE: Not always.

Let me rephrase. Change is inevitable and those who adapt most quickly are most likely to survive.

Yeah, well, you already have tenure.

It's not an issue for you like it is for some.

LARRY: Has our new division chair, Mildred, said anything to you?

We can protect you.

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed colleagues and friends.

We celebrate the appointment of Dr. Mildred Finch to the Physics-Math-Astronomy Division Chair...

I just want you to know I'm willing to go to bat for you with Dr. Finch.

Oh, thanks, Charlie.

...means that she speaks your languages.

All of them.

I give you...

Dr. Mildred Finch.

(applause)

Thank you. Thank you.

I am delighted to be back home with you all.

If she has any sense, she'll make you tenure-track.

Well, she already has.

Already? Tenure?

With a higher salary.

...and we will attract young, brilliant minds.

We're going to reinvigorate this division, hmm?

(applause)

Now, one of the advantages of having worked here for so long, is that I know where all the bodies are buried, so careful...

(laughter, scattered applause)

That was rather pugnacious.

Oh... change is good.

Where did Dr. Fleinhardt get to?

Oh, he recalled an obligation.

Oh! Congratulations. Honestly.

Do you know how wonderful it is to have a Chair conversant in math, physics and cosmology? I mean...

Well, I intend to encourage a more collaborative spirit among the departments.

You know what, I like that. I do.

MILDRED: Yeah, and collaboration takes time, Charlie, your time.

Of course. Dr. Ramanujan, have you considered my offer?

I have, and... I would love to work with you on your research.

Excellent.

And you will serve on the Curriculum Committee.

Okay. (stammers)

Well... hello. Oh, hey.

Hey. Sorry.

This is Dr. Mildred Finch.

She's our new Chair. This is my father, Alan.

Millie. Hi. Millie.

Nice to meet you, Alan. You, too.

AMITA: Dr. Finch just returned from an 18-month sabbatical in Antarctica.

Really, Antarctica? Yeah.

Oh, what were you studying, penguins or ice?

Actually I insinuated myself into a minor position on AMANDA, the giant neutrino telescope.

Ah! Yeah, an engineering job I was completely ill-suited for.

My father's an engineer.

I adjusted a dial three times a week.

I mainly just went to think in peace.

Oh. So how did that work out for you?

I came back with a strong sense of what's important and what's not.

Which is... what?

Not wasting time.

(thuds, drills)

Okay, a few more minutes, and then snack time.

We want to stay outside.

Malik, don't you want some cookies?

(thuds)

(cracking)

(cracking)

(loud rumbling)

(children screaming)

(children wailing)

Hey!

Help...

Help me!

Okay.

(coughing)

Get it.

(screams, thuds) Trudy!

(children shouting)

(coughing)

GIRL: Mrs. Perez? Mrs. Perez?

(indistinct radio transmission)

(siren blaring)

REPORTER: Three children have been pulled from the sinkhole.

Two remain trapped.

The rescued kids and their caretaker, Trudy Perez, are en route to County Hospital.

We're awaiting word on their condition. We'll continue...

Why are we called in on this?

Apparently the DOJ has been investigating Kentwell Construction for two years -- bribery, wire fraud, kickbacks, payoffs to cover half-assed work.

DON: Hey.

The company has offices all across the Western states.

Big bucks.

You guys all remember AUSA Howard Meeks, right?

Hey.

Kentwell Construction built this school?

The playground. Ten years ago.

My fraud case has languished.

Hard to prove, hard to get anybody excited about it.

Unfortunately, now...

We have victims? And publicity.

We want the FBI to take over the field investigation.

I've talked to the local DA about holding off on any potential homicide charges till we take a shot at these guys.

Did one of the kids die?

The older lady, Trudy Perez, is not expected to make it.

So what's the plan?

DON: Well, as soon as the kids are out, we're gonna go in.

Let's start with seeing if we can find any negligence on Kentwell's part.

There is.

DON: And what about that guy tearing up the place with a back hoe?

Local parent doing a good deed. It's not his fault.

This has Kentwell's fingerprints all over it.

You really don't like these guys.

Yeah, money keeps them above the law, and it pisses me off.

I want them in prison, not just paying a fine.

I'll start working on finding a construction specialist.

Actually, my father might be able to help you with that.

We should see if we can find out how these guys got the contract to begin with.

Yeah, they had to deal with someone at the school.

It was a favor, man.

You volunteered to repave the playground off the books.

The pavement was cracked. Kids can't play ball on that.

You were digging up the old surface.

And bam. I've gotta call the parents.

Riva! What in the hell were you thinking?

You can't order work without school board approval.

I have begged for help for years.

I am holding you personally responsible for this travesty.

School Superintendent Daria Samson.

The old lady died.

Trudy?

(indistinct radio transmission)

(siren wailing)

(mechanical whirring)

This isn't asphalt.

It's too brittle.

It's shattered like a windshield.

I have no idea what this is.

Hey! Did they get the children out?

MEGAN: Um, the last two boys were inside the structure when it went down, so they're buried, and the structure's really unstable, so it's moving kind of slowly.

ALAN: Were they able to talk to the kids?

One, but he's getting weak.

Alan, we need to know if this sinkhole could occur naturally, or if it's from faulty construction.

Well, sinkholes are rare in California.

It's the wrong geology. Really?

ALAN: The chances are that this was triggered by altering the underground water flow.

Listen, I can model groundwater flow using soil samples, and geological maps.

Okay, tell me what you need.

Well, first off, construction blueprints.

We got one!

MAN: They're bringing one up!

All right, go ahead! Pull him up slow.

Hey, are those the parents?

MEGAN: Uh... would you excuse me for a second?

You got 'em? Uh... one.

Oh!

So far.

PARENT: That's good for them.

Oh! Thank you.

What's your son's name?

Malik.

Malik.


MEEKS: Damage control has arrived.

What? Kentwell?

Their attorney, Reed Parkman.

Been legally obstructing my case from every direction for two years.

Very inventive guy.

How you doing there, Mr... Parkman?

How are you?

So I'm gonna need a copy of blueprints from that playground.

All right? I need, uh... geology reports, environmental, the whole works.

I've got a subpoena.

No problem.

If Kentwell has any culpability, they'll make it right.

Like they've done in the past, good citizens that they are.

Did they rescue the last boy yet?

Actually, they think he's unconscious, so they haven't been able to find him.

Are those parents from the school?

I'd like to talk to them.

No contact with the families.

You're not gonna buy them off.

Wouldn't dream of it.

My clients want to express their concern and support.

What, no one from Kentwell's coming down here?

They've instructed me to cooperate fully.

I bet.

I've got very sympathetic victims for a jury this time, Reed.

I'm going to want a copy of that report ASAP.

All right.

Fair enough.

LARRY: The magical element of water penetrates the impenetrable like a sleeping mind dreams the solution to a problem.

Can you hand me that map?

You know, water not only moves around rock, it actually flows right through it.

Nature has so much to teach us.

You know, it's possible that the construction company caused a slow drainage of the aquifer, that then created an underground cavern which became the sinkhole.

Or water eroded limestone over a thousand years and this was the day, the hour, the very minute of catastrophic failure fated for eons.

I like that.

MILDRED: Larry, I've been looking for you.

Oh, yeah? Actually, I was just on my way out to...

To...? To, um... just office hours.

On Saturday?

You know, we have been trying to send you an invitation for my reception and we were flummoxed to discover we have no home address for you.

I think just e-mail is-is best.

Yeah, all right, you know what, Larry?

Where you live, that's up to you.

That is your business and I respect your privacy.

Good, because privacy is important to me.

Unless... you're living in the steam tunnels.

You know, we used the steam tunnels to play Dungeons and Dragons when I was an undergrad, Oh, yeah? Yeah.

But it seems that someone has set up house down there.

Which is no good.

It's a liability.

So I'm going to seal the steam tunnels, Larry.

I see. Good.

Okay, have a very good weekend.

You, too, sir.

He's living in the steam tunnels?

I didn't say that.

But maybe you should check and make sure he's okay.

Yeah, of course.

He was kind of staying with us, but I think he felt like he was a burden.

Groundwater flow?

Not high-end math.

A case for my brother. You know what?

We're going to have to tighten up in that area, as well.

Tighten up? Yes.

Teamwork, Charles. All right?

I need you to take more responsibility here in this department, and spend less of your time on your forensics pursuits, clear?

Mildred...

You will chair the PhD Admissions Committee.

Congratulations.

I don't have time for that.

No, not a request, my friend.

(indistinct radio transmission)

MAN: That close enough?

Mr. Shabaz, it won't be long.

They think they can get him out pretty soon.

Okay.

Um, is there anyone else that you'd like me to call for you?

Maybe someone that can meet you at the hospital?

My wife's flying in from a business trip to Chicago.

You have the whole city pulling for Malik right now.

Well, if we make it through this, I'm getting him out of here.

Out of Los Angeles?

Out of the neighborhood.

You guys show up for a big disaster, but tomorrow we're on our own again.

We got classrooms with no books, teachers have to provide toilet paper and pencils.

Kids get sick with mental illness, birth defects, cancer.

Malik has a growth on his spine.

Now the doctor's telling me not to worry, but children shouldn't have tumors on their spines or get trapped in 20-foot hellholes.

MAN: Coming up. We got him.

Get him out!

What is going on in this place?

MAN: They got Malik.

CHARLIE: Listen, Kentwell Construction is trying to snow you guys with these meaningless blueprints and reports.

All right, so there's got to be a smoking gun in here somewhere.

Look, we got some new files.

Something one of the dads said is really bugging me about a lot of sick kids.

How are those little boys doing?

MEGAN: Serious condition, but the prognosis is good for both of them.

You know, I cannot figure out this paving material.

I read something about that.

Okay, I have two cases of leukemia at the school now, and three cases in children who attended in the past.

Charlie, what are the odds of this many cancers in a small school?

Meg, do me a favor. Just...

I need you on these new boxes please.

You guys are going to make me get up, aren't you?

MEGAN: This is a lot of leukemia.

You're talking about cancer clusters -- statistically rare.

More likely, this is a case of Texas sharp shooting.

All right. Say there's a guy who's never held a gun before and he aims at the side of a barn and he shoots.

And when he's done, he draws a circle around the closest shots, ignores the others and he declares himself...

A Texas sharpshooter.

Right. And cancer clusters are just like that.

People over-interpret the evidence. DON: Yeah, here we go.

The stuff they paved with is called "composite."

It's patented. Patented?

May I?

It's actually made from recycled materials.

Huh.

Here.

CHARLIE: TCE's, heavy metals, Perchlorates.

LARRY: Oh, my heavens. What?

That is toxic waste. No.

Is that legal? Put it down.

CHARLIE: Well, the patented process supposedly makes it inert.

But it's new, so... DON: Hold on.

You're saying this stuff is actually breaking down?

LARRY: Eroding substrate, creating a sinkhole.

MEGAN: Causing cancer.

So much for the Texas sharpshooter.

DAVID: You signed every contract between Kentwell Construction and the School Board.

I sign a lot of contracts.

Ms. Samson, were you aware the stuff they use for the pavement is based from toxic waste?

MEEKS: Toxic waste?

We had EPA clearance, it's harmless.

You knew about it?

It's irrelevant.

DAVID: Is it also irrelevant that you lease a vacation home from Kentwell on Catalina Island for a few hundred dollars a year?

I came in here to help.

If you're accusing me of something, speak to my attorney.

Wait, wait, hold on.

How long have you had an attorney?

Is it Reed Parkman?

Same as Kentwell Construction?

DAVID: When we connect you to this, you'll be on the hook for Trudy Perez's death and the injury to those children.

(indistinct voices)

MEGAN: How is Malik doing?

His surgery went well.

He won't be awake for another few hours.

My wife is with him.

Um, all these parents have sick kids?

This school has lots of neurological disorders as well as cancers.

Learning disabilities, behavioral problems.

It's all documented.

This related to the playground caving in?

All the kids who fell in have rashes.

What's going on? We don't know, but that's why I asked you to bring all these folks here.

Hey, everyone.

Thank you for coming.

CHARLIE: You seen Larry?

No, not this weekend.

Hey.

Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?

MILDRED: Excuse me... Dr. Ramanujan.

Are you Dr. Eppes' personal assistant?

At his beck and call 24/7, as they say?

What? Nice.

That's not fair.

I see that you've been on the supercomputer for... well, a while now, so I have to de-prioritize your job.

Is this an FBI case?

We're working with odds ratios.

You know what? It's all right, Amita.

Yes, it is an FBI case.

We're analyzing childhood cancers, birth defects and neurological deficits related to a potentially toxic material. So...

Well, it is now low priority on the server.

Dr. Finch, the supercomputer is the only way to analyze large data sets quickly for proper comparison.

I have sympathy for the families, Charlie, I do.

I nursed my father through cancer, I don't take it lightly.

But I'm also aware that the person who could discover the cure for cancer may be one of our students who would benefit greatly from the use of this computer, not to mention the attentions of Professors Eppes and Ramanujan.

CHARLIE: Not one student has suffered from our work at the FBI.

Not one. To the contrary...

There are many ways to contribute to improving the world, Charlie.

CHARLIE: Excuse me.

We'll take this up again, Mildred.

Millie.

I don't appreciate being disrespected, especially in front of a colleague.

Then you might want to behave more like a colleague.

I beg your pardon?

Well, you're dating your thesis professor.

You dress like a kid.

Sorry, I didn't realize there was a dress code.

Amita, you have the most promising career of any of the faculty hires.

I just want you to have the major career that you are capable of.

I appreciate that.

So, you have to redefine yourself as a professor, not a grad student.

An individual, not some appendage of Charlie Eppes.

Okay, well, thanks for clearing that up.

Which means taking your own research more seriously than you take his.

MEGAN: Uh, what year did your granddaughter start at Matheson?

Katie was in kindergarten during construction, 1994.

She was always on the swings, loved tumbling, said she was going to the Olympics.

My wife noticed the tumor at a gymnastics tournament.

Neuroblastoma.

MEGAN: And what year was she diagnosed?

'99.

I'm not sure if it was the chemo that killed her or the cancer.

Miss Reeves, who did this?

What's going on here?

I don't know, Mr. Bowden, but I'm going to try and find out.

All right, what do you got?

Matheson Elementary has a substantial elevation of cancer and neurological deficit rates compared to the national average.

Right. And?

The normal background rate is, like, one incident, of let's say leukemia, in every 10,000 kids.

Matheson has seven times that frequency.

Sounds like a cluster, Yeah.

This is a statistical map of pediatric toxicology in L.A. County.

Each dot represents one sick child.

Blue is for AML --

Acute Myelogenous Leukemia.

Red are for neurological disorders.

Green are birth defects.

To me this is a much bigger problem than Kentwell, right?

It would seem that way, but take a look at this.

These are schools in L.A. County with playgrounds paved by Kentwell.

No way.

Don, we don't have one, we have 17 cancer clusters.

(sighs)

MEGAN: So has Charlie been able to find a link between the paving materials and the cancer?

It's circumstantial. The stuff seems harmless.

Yeah, but everywhere it shows up, there's a cancer cluster.

You don't think Kentwell's manufacturing it, do you?

No, their parent company, Desert Shale -- who's paid to receive toxic waste from 48 states.

DON: They don't do what they're supposed to.

They don't dispose of it. Which is expensive, so Desert Shale melts it into aggregate.

And then sells it to their own company, who sells it to schools.

Jackasses.

They're making money coming and going.

It's a brilliant scheme.

I knew about the fraud, but not the potential environmental crimes.

And you said this is all over the West?

Well, if that's true, Howard, this case just got huge.

Oh, yeah. These people will not want to go in front of a jury.

They'll want to deal, but...

Right, you want to lock them up. So do I.

We have to do this right, Don.

All right, well, let's be smart about it.

Ooh!

I thought you were Mildred.

Where have you been? I have a life.

That's where I've been. A life I'm clearly unaware of.

Where have you been staying?

Oh no, seriously...

Seriously, I thought you've been staying with Megan these last few weeks.

We have decidedly not gotten that structured in the expansion of our complexity.

Do you need something? I've got a class in five minutes.

Are you sleeping in the steam tunnels?

Only as a fallback.

A fallback to what?

Larry, why don't you just come stay over our place?

You know you're welcome.

I thank you, sincerely.

You and your father, your generosity, it's gone beyond what any friend could expect.

Yes, I'm so generous. Look, just come over.

Come over. Stay with us.

I can't afford the distraction.

The distraction of what? Distraction of a place to live?

Of sharing a bathtub.

Bathtub?

Yes.

See, if I'm so much as around a bathtub, I can't seem to stay out of it.

Which is no problem if I'm alone.

But you have one bathtub; it just doesn't work.

So you've been sleeping in the steam tunnels.

Well, one copes as one does.

Have to accept our funny little ways.

Where will you go when Mildred seals those steam tunnels?

The Arroyo Parkway Suites.

What?

(sighs)

I could use your help later.

All right, you bet.

We've taken every precaution to protect anyone who comes in contact with the aggrega...

We've got 17 cancer clusters saying your...

That's Kentwell Construction's liability.

MEEKS: It's one company.

I'll pierce that corporate veil so fast...

We prove you knew this material was toxic and you used it anyway, you're going to prison.

The product is inert.

We've established that through repeated testing.

We have an EPA Compliance Officer who knows every inch of the business.

Call him. DON: Let me guess -- he's got a vacation house in Catalina?

I'm sending a new EPA Officer.

Desert Shale is a legitimate business.

No one wants to deal with this kind of chemical garbage, but this company has made a good faith effort to recycle industrial waste, and to do so within every rule and regulation on the books.

And yet we have this problem.

What we don't know about the aggregate is how it breaks down over time.

Uh...

We'll work with the government to get to the bottom of this.

If I have to liquidate Kentwell to pay for it, I will.

Let's just take this one step at a time.

I got kids and grandkids.

I'm not leaving them a company with this legacy.

We'll straighten out the problem with the aggregate.

Meanwhile, let's compensate the families and repave every site with asphalt.

So, Mildred wants me to chair the PhD Admissions Committee.

She didn't ask me to do it, she just announced it, and I won't do it.

She's a trifle pushy, our Mildred.

I really don't appreciate her trying to throw you out, you know?

I mean, I agree.

I don't think you should sleep in the steam tunnels, but that is your choice. That's not her choice.

Have you made your reservation at the Arroyo Parkway Suites?

Charles, I have to say...

I don't think this material is active.

This rock is 12 years old.

It's still completely inert.

You would have to eat a pound a day of this to become ill.

Yeah. Well, then, if the aggregate is not causing kids to get sick, what is?

The recycling process -- it seems sound.

They heat waste chemicals to 3,000 degrees, they cool the slag, they test it for toxicity.

If any remains, they process again.

And how much evaporates?

They capture the evaporate.

Very little escapes.

Well, then, the amount of waste that they take in should roughly match the amount of aggregate that they put out.

That's correct. It doesn't.

Here. Check it out.

I've developed a set of inequalities that indicate with high confidence that Desert Shale has taken in over 154,000 tons of waste over the last ten years.

The aggregate that they produce is...

I mean, they're missing nearly 80,000 tons of toxic waste.

So what caused the sinkhole?

I mean, the acid didn't just seep into the groundwater from the aggregate.

Right. Right what?

Desert Shale -- it's missing 80,000 tons of acidic chemical sludge.

Where is it?

Oh, they wouldn't.

Don?

(indistinct radio transmission)

CHARLIE: Hey. So we found benzene residue in the sinkhole.

Now, that is probably what killed the elderly lady, and probably what caused the children's rashes.

DAVID: This is benzene from the aggregate?

No. From acidic sludge in the groundwater.

ALAN: Well, if it wasn't from the aggregate, where the hell did the acid come from?

Well, we think that Desert Shale buried toxic waste in the ground, and then it seeped into the water table, Dad.

They're dumping toxic waste at elementary schools?

LARRY: Okay, Charlie, time to clear the area.

Okay. Fire in the hole!

MAN: Copy that. Fire in the hole.

All personnel out of... Three, two, one!

MAN: All clear.

Seismic imaging, huh? Yeah.

Locating the source of the acid.

What are you saying happened here, man?

Well, the acid effect was like Swiss cheese.

Bacteria devour lactic acid, giving off carbon dioxide, which cannot escape, producing bubbles in the cheese.

Now, here, acid in groundwater ate into the rock, creating pockets of gas which became the sinkhole when the surface was breached.

So what about the explosion?

ALAN: Seismic imaging.

It's the same as in oil fields.

Gives them a picture of what's underground.

That's right. We send controlled vibrations to the ground to receivers.

It's sonar, like a bat?

Like thousands of bats all sending their information back to the computers.

We get a precise map of the geology, plus it pinpoints anomalies just like these.

Okay. J-28/AE-87.

Initiating over here. Right there.

Okay. Yeah. Three feet down.

If you and Charlie are right...

David, we're not just guessing here.

We've got three dozen barrels down there.

MAN: Yeah, we got something here.

Yeah, I got a couple barrels.

I can't believe this.

Dad, why don't you get away from there?

I see iron ore.

Rust.

MAN: Yeah, there's stuff that's nasty.

It's definitely hot.

Dad, come on. Come on.

Those cold-blooded bastards.

Those are barrels of poison they buried down there.

The I.D. numbers were sanded off the barrels.

I can't prove they came from Desert Shale.

We're testing for a match with the aggregate.

Resnick knew about the barrels, which is why he offered to repave every site.

Yeah, so it makes it look like he's doing the right thing.

MEGAN: 57 kids in your school district have leukemia.

How in God's name do you rationalize something like that?

They told me it was harmless, and I believed them.

I didn't know. DAVID: You knew.

I didn't know what was in the barrels -- what it would do. Please, I would never...

Do you know that grandmother was an asthmatic?

She died from inhaling benzene.

That's a death that we can link to you.

I can't go to prison!

You should be forced to inhale that crap.

(sighs) Oh, God...

Can we make a deal?

Depends on what you have to say.

Boyd Resnick paid for my school board campaign.

He put me in office so that I would give them contracts.

She's a drunk. She's not credible.

This is your client. We're talking about your client.

And, as for the barrels, by law, the school district is responsible for any contamination of its grounds.

Unless it can be tied specifically to Desert Shale, you've got nothing.

I thought you were representing Kentwell Construction.

My firm represents both companies.

Come on. Who you think you're talking to here?

It's one company.

You better get your own lawyer.

We're looking at you as a co-conspirator.

When will you depose her?

You seem a little rattled, Counselor.

You better get your game face on.

They'll try to pay Samson off, send her to Aruba or someplace.

You think they'd try to whack her?

These guys don't like to get their hands dirty.

They'll do it with money if they can, but she's the link between Resnick and the barrels.

All right. So I better get her into protective custody, huh?

Kac-Moody Algebras.

It's nice to see you in teacher mode.

Mildred.

We need to talk. Millie.

And same here, mister. I did not like the way that you walked out on our last encounter. Rude.

It was urgent, or else I wouldn't have taken off.

Look, honestly, I don't think it's right for you to...

Sure. Okay. So here's the rule:

No canceling class for FBI consulting.

And, if you use the super computer, they have to pay for it.

I've adhered to those standards all along.

Yeah? Yeah.

Great. Wonderful.

We're good, then.

Shouldn't you apologize? For what?

For harassing me inappropriately.

That's not harassment.

Harassment is what you're in store for if you give me any more trouble about your PhD committee.

I don't have time for that.

I told you. You know what?

You're gonna make time, and you're gonna be great.

We need you.

We need a young professor there to attract the best students, and understand their issues.

Come on, face it -- as far as math professors go, you are the Sean Connery.

Double-O Seven?

Think about it -- handsome, suave, you solve crimes. Hmm?

Come on.

Pierce Brosnan, Roger Moore are little girls compared to Connery.

With the exception of Timothy Dalton, who had a little something going on, it's been a downhill slide since George Lazenby, so believe me, you want to be the Sean Connery of the math department.

First meeting, my office.

What? Good.

You know, you... You speak of collaboration.

I must tell you that this feels more like tyranny.

Yeah. Well, you say potato.

You know what?

We should get some publicity from your FBI thing.

We'll figure out a way to leverage it for fund-raising.

Dr. Finch, Mildred... Good idea?

Good. Mild...

Have a good class. Millie!

Hi, handsome.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Ah! Oh, I'm sorry.

Is it Wednesday already?

Did I miss our lunch? Forgive me.

It's Monday.

Oh. All right.

Okay, I'll see you later.

Hey, I just wanted to have a conversation.

Oh! No lunch, no dinner.

Is this the use of the wild card?

I think I should get to use the wild card for something wild, okay?

Okay.

I was thinking you should come and stay with me.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no! My God, no.

That would just be untenable.

Charlie told me you were staying in a hotel.

I have an extra room.

No. That would be a serious breach of the protocol that we've so carefully and thoughtfully established, and... What?

Oh, that's just my... my floss.

No, no. I think that would mark the end before we've even really begun.

I'm not going to be there.

Oh...

I have to go stay with a witness for a couple of days.

You can use the space and sort out your life.

It's just a friendly offer with no strings attached.

Have you a bathtub?

Why?

DON: So, any luck?

Not yet.

When we get the specific chemical makeup of each barrel will we be able to trace it back to a company of origin?

Is there the chemical equivalent of a fingerprint?

We're going through garbage.

We'll be lucky to figure out which industry each barrel came from.

All right, let us know what you get.

I mean, so the whole thing's going to ride on Samson's testimony.

Set up her deposition for tomorrow.

MEGAN: I'm all set, Don.

We'll have her delivered to the District Attorney's office at 9:00 a.m.

Thanks.

(sighs)

How long do we have to keep up this, this witness protection routine?

Until you're deposed or relocated, whichever comes first.

And after I'm deposed, I'm free?

First, you'll have to testify.

Sure you want to drink that right now?

(laughs)

Believe me, Agent, you do not want to spend the evening with me if I'm not drinking.

Davidson to Megan: approaching your location.

Copy.

Cobb salad for the ladies, cheeseburger for me.

MEGAN: You got it from Dominick's?

Watched the old man cook it myself.

Ugh! This is ridiculous.

I'm going to lie down.

You don't want something to eat first?

(crash, groaning)

(choking)

Daria?

Daria, breathe!

Davidson, call an ambulance!

This is Agent Davidson. We have a medical emergency.

Requesting assistance. Breathe, breathe.

(coughing) Damn it!

MEGAN: I don't believe it. That's what killed her?

Ventricular tachycardia?

Her heart basically exploded?

The lab said the food was clean.

We checked with the restaurant.

She never even ate the food.

I have no idea how this happened.

All of the hotel glasses were laced with peanut oil.

She's extremely allergic.

Anaphylactic shock?

Yeah.

She was allergic and Parkman and Resnick knew this?

I'll bet it's in her medical records at the School Board.

MEGAN: I'm sorry. I had no idea.

Hey, no. Come on. Look, this could happen to anybody.

Without Daria Samson's testimony, we don't have a case.

We have to nail these animals.

You know, each one of these kids was attacked by these men for money.

And each of these families will never be the same.

Well, we got to get these guys on tape somehow.

MEEKS: Eavesdropping warrant could take weeks.

And who knows how long after that before we get them saying something incriminating?

We're just going to have to help them along.

Who's the EPA sending?

Guy out of the Chicago office --

Lyle Grant.

What do we know about him?

Enough.

Well, walk him through same as before.

Just get it done. (phone rings)

Yeah.

Send him over.

Our new EPA officer is here.

Mr. Grant...

I'm Floyd Resnick.

Shh, hold it. Here we go.

DAVID: I need full access to all areas of your plant, sir.

Of course. Reed'll take good care of you.

Anything you need.

What's Resnick doing there?

They're desperate.

Let's take a walk.

Mr. Resnick and I intend to do whatever we can to cooperate.

Attitude like that helps a lot.

Which is why we want to be sure things are being done carefully, slowly.

I can't help you there.

Under a lot of pressure from the DOJ to speed up the process.

It's just that we'd really like to be your partner on this if we can.

EPA records indicate your company receives about

12,000 barrels of contaminants a month, correct?

There's a lot of background noise.

I need a clean transcript.

Yeah, Billy, you can clean that up.

PARKMAN: That's the slag furnace.

They fill it with chemical waste, heat it to 3,000 degrees and out comes harmless aggregate.

It's really a recycling miracle.

What is a miracle is that Desert Shale only uses 52% of the waste it takes in to make its paving material.

Where does the rest of that toxic waste go to?

They have a warehouse.

I need to have a look there as well.

I want a chemical team out here to check their storage safeguards.

The other EPA officer was able to accomplish his work with just a visual inspection.

We're paying closer attention now.

I think you understand.

Still, it would be a shame for all of our reputations to be destroyed on the basis of an error in your judgment.

Excuse me. An error in my judgment?

PARKMAN: If one looks hard enough, one is bound to find something, isn't that right?

Oh, they're totally buying it.

For instance, you vacation in Vegas quite a lot.

Don't you, Mr. Grant?

Credit report shows you in substantial debt to several casinos as well as some serious arrears in your child-support obligations.

Are you trying to blackmail me?

No. Just the opposite.

Like I said, we'd like to be your partner on this.

There's a chance here for all of us to benefit.

You going to buy me off?

We can arrange a loan from a legitimate source with very long terms.

If I fix the records.

We send out trucks of waste for burial, you mark them as aggregate, simple as that.

And all of our problems go away?

You really can't imagine the kind of future we can offer you, Mr. Grant.

Just need one more thing.

What about the money?

Mr. Resnick controls a number of legitimate lending institutions.

We offer you an offshore account number.

He just implicated Resnick. Which means we got 'em all.

Let's go. Let's go. Hit it. We're gonna move in.

All teams move in. Move in!

All right, let's go, let's go.

No one will ever know any money even changed hands.

DON: FBI, nobody move!

FBI, nobody move! Turn around, Resnick!

Get your hands behind your back. Let's go.

Easy, easy, be cool. Whoa-oa-oa!

All right, all right.

All right, what's going on?

What's going on is you're under arrest, Parkman. This way.

Parkman, what the hell?

DON: All right, get 'em out of here.

I think you're gonna need yourself a new lawyer.

Let's go.

(faint clattering)

So, um... you know, I've been thinking and, uh, I'm not sure if it's such a great idea for us to go out.

What?

Why?

What happened?

I don't know.

I don't even know if I mean that.

I just, uh, I mean, college protocol frowns on it... and... we don't even seem sure if we want to be together, and I'm massively confused and you're ambivalent.

And you know, I'm about to get incredibly busy working with Mildred on this research.

It's something I'm interested in.

It would be a great stretch for me, not to mention it's just smart to have her as my mentor.

And I know that I shouldn't even consider...

I just never know what's personal and what's professional with us.

I know. It's... been...

That was nice.

I concur.

Hello?

Uh... Oh!

Dr. Finch, what are you... what are you doing here?

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Are you checking up on us?

Absolutely not.

I'm looking for Alan.

My father?

Pretend I wasn't here.

Okay, I'm gone.

What is up with that woman?

I don't know about you, but I-I can't just pretend that she wasn't just here.

She was here. I-I saw the woman.

Shall we? Let's shall.

CHARLIE: What's going on here?

Uh, we're going to the movies.

Mm-hmm.

A movie?

You and, and-and Mildred?

Uh, Millie. Millie. Thank you.

Uh, Millie wanted to see, um...

The new Double-O Seven film?

Right.

That's where we're going.

Okay?

See you later. Shall we?

Yep.

Good night.

Bye.

(door closes)

"Millie."

Yep, "Millie."

Just think, she could be your boss and your step-mom.

(chuckles)

It's enough to make you cold

To realize you're getting old

You haven't found a place to spend your life

It's enough to make you ill

It's a tall and lonely hill

When you feel the need to cry

I'll be right by your side

Whenever you feel tired

I'll come and find you

Whenever you're alone, I will be there

Whatever dreams at night, you don't have to cry

Cry tonight

Don't say I'm half right

You don't have to cry

You don't have to cry

Cry tonight...