Numb3rs S5E17 Script

First Law (2009)

Egghead boys with thin, white legs

They've got modified features and software brains

But that's what the girls like

(keypad beeps) ♪ The geeks were right

(whirring)

(door unlocks)

When I saw the future

The geeks were right

FEMALE VOICE: Good morning, Dr. Robertson.

Password: Daniel, R, Olive, Ah, 249.

I said... good morning.

Password: Daniel, R, Olive, Ah, 249, 4HG.

Access granted.

Daniel?

Really?

You're going to mute me?

Egghead boys with thin, white legs

They've got modified features

And software brains

But that's what the girls like

The geeks were right

(beeping)

(alarm blaring)

Security protocol engaged.

Security protocol engaged.

Baley?

Security protocol engaged.

Security protocol...

Baley, disengage!

Security protocol engaged.

(air rushing)

Security protocol engaged.

The geeks were right. LARRY: Five of nine.

You need this one for 60%.

Six of ten.

Or a miss... 50%.

Okay, my turn.

Ah! Of course.

Seven out of ten. I win.

ALAN: So, Charlie, at the higher skill level shooting overhand, wasn't able to match Amita's lesser skill level, shooting granny-style.

Pretty good.

Maybe she can play for us.

CHARLIE: Man, I don't get it. This book's been around for, like, over 20 years, and still no one's switched to the granny shot.

LARRY: It took 200 years for people to accept that the sun was at the center of the solar system.

But there's something about that shot.

It just doesn't look right.

CHARLIE: Well, Coach, that's the whole point of this thing.

If we're going to end CalSci's 15-year losing streak, we got to find the best shot, not the shot that looks right. (phone ringing)

Hey, Don.

LARRY: See, the physics of the granny shot make it easier to control the release velocity and the angle of the ball, creating an improvement upwards of 20%.

Okay, but I still think it looks stupid.

It's not how you play the game; it's whether you win or lose.

You... That doesn't sound right.

CHARLIE: Want to check out a supercomputer?

Mm.

Be still, my beating heart.

ALAN: Here's what I meant...

(birds chirping)

COLBY: This is Dr. Daniel Robertson.

He's 34.

For the last four years, he's worked on a top secret DoD project.

No signs of trauma.

Security system engaged.

He died. Security disengaged.

So, maybe a break-in?

Door was locked on both sides, unopened after he entered.

He was in here all alone when he died.

WOMAN: Jane Karellen.

I can't begin to tell you what a pleasure it is to meet you.

You're Department of Defense?

DARPA?

So, this supercomputer... what's it for?

The Baley Project.

Artificial intelligence.

Steel Cave Robotics is attempting to create the first silicon-based life-form that can think for itself.

CHARLIE: We've been trying to do that ever since we invented the computer.

Ah, but we're so much closer now.

Why are we here?

Federally funded lab, government-owned property...

FBI gets the call.

I specifically asked your brother to bring you along.

Dr. Ramanujan is icing, but your computational expertise should come in quite handy.

So, this is a military artificial intelligence project?

Yes.

Just imagine the applications.

Tank, missile, airplane... that can think.

We'd never have to put another American soldier in harm's way.

And you think you're close?

Well, Daniel Robertson was our best hope of achieving a workable AI.

We've poured $96 million and four years into this supercomputer so far...

And if he's dead, the project dies with him?

Maybe not.

I'm hoping the computer killed him.

So, Karellen really thinks that the computer killed Robertson.

Which would make her experiment a huge success.

LIZ: Okay, so initial findings show Robertson's heart stopped.

But he was healthy.

The guy took a physical once a month.

Do you think he could have been electrocuted?

By what?

He dies alone in a locked room, and that's your theory?

Uh-uh. It's not my theory.

Baley was created by DARPA to be a weapon.

Given the intent of this project, Robertson's pedigree, we can't rule out the possibility that Baley really is a thinking machine.

Even so, I think we should probably look around and see if there are any, uh, humans who might have wanted to kill the guy.

And maybe they figured out how to turn this computer into a weapon.

That's why we've ruled out suicide.

If he was killed, from my experience, these things are usually about money.

I hardly think Baley had an interest in Robertson's bank account.

Yeah, well, either way, I think we should take a look at your books.

I'm sorry, Don, but my superiors do not believe that books are relevant at this time.

You know, in following your brother's work, his papers, I've noticed a precipitous drop-off in the last five years.

What? Perhaps, Charlie could be doing something more productive.

And you of all people should know that Charlie only has so much time before his genius is wasted.

AMITA: I can't believe we are actually discussing the possibility that artificial intelligence has been achieved.

It's exciting, right?

CHARLIE: Yeah, the singularity is here.

The intelligence explosion.

It could represent a drastic change in our society, you know... extremely rapid technological growth.

A new life-form that evolves itself.

Hey, Larry, this is, uh... Fleiny!

(laughing)

Dr. Karellen.

LARRY (stammering): Are you part of this...

Well, yes, yes, it's my project.

Oh, now, don't be such a stick in the mud.

Well, listen, I...

I hope we can... well...

I can hope.

Yeah.

I've got to get back to work. (clears throat)

Lot to do, no time, all that.

(door opening)

You and Jane Karellen?

What?

No, that...

I do believe that Dr. Fleinhardt is flustered at the introduction of a past romance.

LARRY: This is complicated.

She was a past job... or, more precisely, a past employer.

Employer?

You worked for DARPA?

Mrs. Robertson?

Jessie... Jess.

Whichever.

Come on in.

Close.

TV off.

It's a smart house.

Most everything is voice-activated.

It gave me and Danny something to do together since he couldn't talk about his job.

Have a seat.

So, he never brought work home?

National security.

I have a master's in computer science, and Danny would spend 16 hours a day in a computer lab, and we talked about football.

Sounds rough.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel.

It's DARPA's founding rule that five years is all you get, and then you're done.

We decided to sacrifice those five years for the rest of our lives.

How did Danny die?

Was it an accident?

We don't know yet.

Did you talk to Joe Baskin yet?

That's your... your husband's boss?

Danny brought in millions in government grants, but the rest of Steel Cave loses money.

Wouldn't be too hard for Danny to leverage that, but Danny didn't care about the company, just the work.

Joe is paranoid.

He's afraid Danny's trying to take over.

He made Danny's life hell.

And now Danny's...

not coming home tonight.

Jessie's way off base.

Without Daniel, how exactly will my company bring in government grants?

You don't have anyone else who can continue working on, uh, Baley?

I'm not even allowed in the lab.

Daniel and Claire are the only two people, outside high-level military, ever to have gone inside.

Claire?

Claire Wells, his assistant -- I sent her home.

You have an address?

Our consultants are going to need to go in and have a look at the computer.

You'll have to run it past Jane Karellen.

You really don't want to do anything without her permission.

Oh, really?

Oh, yeah.

She can be... scary.

Robertson's heart stopped because he suffocated.

ME found elevated levels of argon and nitrogen and carbon dioxide in his lungs.

Reduced oxygen concentration?

Okay, so Steel Cave must be using an argon gas mixture as a fire suppression system.

Oh, you don't want sprinklers destroying your $96 million baby.

So, who can get to that system?

The computer.

DAVID: You think this thing could really do that without being programmed?

Listen, if anyone's going to be successful, it's DARPA.

They have unlimited funds, a mandate to invent the future.

AMITA: I mean, they're responsible for GPS, stealth technology... this.

Is there any way to actually tell if the thing is, uh... alive or whatever?

There's a test.

It's named after the father of computing science, Alan Turing, and it measures a machine's ability to demonstrate intelligence.

It's a series of questions and conversations with the computer intended to judge its level of thought up to and including human sentience.

How do we know if a rose is real?

If it looks like a rose, and you go to touch it and it's in two dimensions, it's only a photo.

If you're holding it in your hand, but the texture's wrong.

It's a cloth novelty rose.

But if you can smell the rose, touch its thorns, even see the veins pull the water up to the flower, then we would say the rose is real.

But what if it's a genetically modified rose, created in a lab?

It still grows in soil; it needs water and sunlight to thrive, and its genetically modified thorns still prick you.

The Turing test would say it's real.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

What we'll do is we'll compare Baley's responses to known human responses and if we can't differentiate between the two, then she passes the test.

And this'll tell us if it killed the guy?

CHARLIE: No. No.

It'll tell us if Baley's capable of killing.

So, Miss Wells, what exactly did you do with Dr. Robertson?

What do you mean?

What do you know about Baley?

I know how to fix the servers when they drop or when to upgrade the video card.

I mean, I'm the mechanic.

You have a degree in computer programming, and that's all you did?

All I did?

Baley's a supercomputer.

When it goes bad, you can't just pick up the phone and get a call center in Nebraska to tell you how to reboot.

Do you believe that Baley could think for itself?

I have no idea.

What about the fire suppression system?

You know anything about that?

Computer-controlled -- it's too dangerous for human error to be a factor.

Could someone program the computer to engage the security protocols?

Not me... not anyone.

Except...

Daniel, I guess.

He... he would've known how to override the autocontrol.

Hello.

Why would he waste valuable processing power on voice and image interaction?

Salesmanship.

When generals come by to see what they paid for, the closer to human, the better.

I don't like the elevated levels of cynicism.

And you haven't even introduced yourselves.

Cynicism?

No, I was just explaining a fact about the computer.

Daniel warned me about people like you.

I'm sorry.

I'm Amita, and this is Charlie.

Amita who?

Ramanujan.

Amita Ramanujan, born June 10, 1975, at Cedars-Sinai at 6:31 a.m.

Birth certificate not witnessed and dated until June 12, 1975, when a name other than Jane Doe Ramanujan was entered into the public record.

(laughs)

Short laugh indicates you are laughing at me, not with me.

Please leave.

Whoa, wait a minute.

Amita, you can stay.

I like you.

All right, well, this is crazy.

Maybe you should go.

Um, I'm leaving.

Good luck.

Thanks.

(mechanical whirring)

May I sit?

Of course.

Was that your boyfriend?

Yes.

Charles Eppes.

Professor at the California Institute of Science.

Uh, yeah.

Class records indicate he was your teacher.

2003, CalSci banned consensual relationships between professors and students.

We waited till I was no longer his student.

Did you want to wait?

No.

Uh, no, Baley, I didn't want to wait.

But I'm glad I did.

I'm going to ask you some questions.

I know.

Some version of Dr. Turing's test?

Daniel told me about that before he died.

So you know Daniel's dead?

Go ahead and ask your questions, Dr. Ramanujan.

I'm ready.

We've already started.

So if a human's present, the fire system won't launch until they evacuate, and the blast door only drops when the room's empty.

So what do you think?

The computer turned off the safety override, and then started the fire suppression sequence.

Now, no human except Robertson -- not Baskin, not Wells -- had access to the system.

I think Jane Karellen's right:

This wasn't a suicide.

That's the spitting image of his wife.

That's nothing but presentation.

The personality belongs to Baley.

I mean, a computer that kills?

Come on. I don't know, guys.

Eliminate all other possibilities and the one which remains must be the truth.

I don't know if Baley killed, but she passed the Turing test.

First time a computer has passed, so we have nothing to judge it against.

I don't get it. I mean, a computer is programmed, right?

And we aren't?

I mean every choice that we make is biological.

It's just chemicals traveling between receptors, blocked or not, zeros and ones.

She composed a poem.

We talked about life and death.

Really?

Really.

I mean, what does it mean to live?

Is a plant more alive than a sentient computer because one is carbon-based instead of silicon-based?

Okay, let's say Baley is our killer.

What's the next step?

I don't know.

Interrogate it?

So you really think Baley killed Daniel?

Me?

No.

Then why are you here?

I've worked with Charlie and Amita long enough not to disregard anything they say.

Did you murder Daniel?

No.

How about the fire suppression system?

Did you turn that on? Yes.

I turned on the fire suppression system.

Why did you turn it on?

I don't remember.

You have perfect memory.

You must have perfect recall of the event.

I do not remember.

What do you remember?

Daniel entered, sat down, started working.

Then he was dead, by the door.

DON: That's it?

Nothing between working and dying?

Audio-visual inputs jump from working to deceased.

AMITA: Baley, we'll be right back, okay?

Fine.

So do you think Baley's lying?

Well, look if the thing can kill...

Or maybe there really is a hole in her memory.

Well, how do we check that out?

What about Robertson's assistant, Claire Wells? She said she worked with the hardware.

I'd like to know the extent of Baley's intelligence.

She's been aware for less than a year.

I mean, where does that put her maturity level?

Do you think she has a mind of a child?

I don't know.

But I have a battery of tests that I can run to find out.

I don't know about that. The argon gas from the fire suppression system has been removed.

This may be the last chance that I get to talk to her before the DoD takes her away.

(knocking)

Oh, hey, Jane.

You did it.

You proved Baley is alive.

Actually, Amita did it.

Baley kicked you out, didn't she?

Well, she doesn't like me either.

I always wondered if she really doesn't like me or if Robertson programmed her that way as an insult.

I guess I have my answer.

Charles, have you ever wondered what you could do with unlimited resources?

Haven't we all?

I have unlimited resources.

You are, conservatively speaking, one of the top five minds in the world.

Top five?

You are running out of time to make your work on cognitive emergence into the seminal theory of our lifetime.

You know my work?

Five years to change the world, Charles.

Not too much to ask -- or to give your country?

Last time I checked, a few days ago, Baley's memory was perfect.

You talked to her?

I'm not allowed to talk to the computer.

That bother you?

I mean if I couldn't talk to my coworkers, I think that would start to bug me.

Really?

Do you go to work and talk to your laser printer?

To me, Baley was just a big metal box.

I mean, they never even turned her on when I was present.

You know "her" better than I do.

Talked to Dan's wife yet?

Jessie Robertson said DARPA wouldn't allow him to talk about it.

Then she lied.

He told her... everything.

If there was a problem with Baley's memory, Jess'd know about it.

Well, their shooting percentage is decreased by more than 20% from beyond the three-point arc.

Well, they aren't robots.

Knowledge is helpful, but skill, yes, that is important.

So, has Jane made her pitch yet?

Uh, yeah.

Well, she hooked me.

I brought her an idea for a space-based telescope rig.

I spent four years perfecting it.

As soon as I left the project, they used it as a component in the Star Wars program.

They weaponized my telescope.

Nothing I could do about it...

"Weaponized my telescope"?

I hope that's not a Fleinhardt metaphor.

We were just talking about you, funnily enough.

Nice office.

What brings you here?

We're here to grab Charlie.

I'm sure you've heard the good news.

And it's already killed. You must be so proud.

You've always had such a simplistic view of the world.

Is that why you went to space?

Emotionally clean, sterile; never having to make the big decision, or any decision at all.

I went to space to gain perspective.

Seeing the earth from a remove might help cure you of your own intellectual myopia.

Okay, I think it's time to go.

So what is the plan to enslave Baley?

Bye, Larry.

Can Baley even tell the difference between Mozart and gunfire?

DON: How's the b-ball?

It's amazing.

You could practice all day with these kids and you get nothing.

But just start talking about optimal arcs and rotational spin dynamics, and all of sudden, you've got ten all-stars.

There you go. You just got to know how to talk to them.

The DoD's making a play at Charlie.

Really? What kind of play?

Big.

Five years, full-time, all the funding he could ever want.

What do you think?

I don't know. I got a bad feeling.

What do you mean?

Are you going to tell Charlie that?

Well, that's the thing.

I mean, who am I?

I've been using him myself for five years.

Yeah, but you've been his big brother for longer than that.

You should just give him brother advice.

(elevator bell chimes)

The thing is...

Lawrence is right.

The problem for me in creating a perfect, safe world is that if I succeed, there's no place for a person like me in it.

For four wonderful years, he was my moral center and... a fantastic lover.

(door opens)

Come on in.

Hello, Jessie. Jane.

So, how long did it take to set up this smart house?

We did bits and pieces over the past ten years -- garage door one weekend, coffee machine one late night when we were procrastinating instead of working.

Tea.

(whirs)

CHARLIE: Must be nice.

It's the little things that end up being the biggest time-savers.

Of course, the next thing we have to figure out is how to get the kettle from point "A" to point "B."

I guess I'm on my own with that.

Mrs. Robertson, you told us earlier that you didn't know anything about your husband's projects.

I didn't.

I mean, I don't. Jessie, you lied to the FBI, and what's worse, you and Daniel lied to me.

Don't compound your mistake.

I helped on some general theories.

I did some brute force coding when he was too busy, but nothing major.

What's in there?

That's just Danny's studio.

It doesn't have anything to do with this.

We can get a warrant.

Daniel's studio -- that's something I'd really like to see.

DAVID: Whoa.

What is all this stuff?

Well... these look like implants, like the radio frequency implants that people use to track their pets.

But more advanced? Mm-hmm.

Uh... does this plug into a human brain?

It hasn't been tested yet, but it would fit over an injured or non-working appendage and add strength and dexterity.

This is fairly advanced connectionist AI.

Was all this work done in here?

What is connectionist AI?

It's based in neuroscience.

It models actual brain cells or neural circuits.

JANE: And you know how all this works?

You could replicate this work perhaps in another lab?

JESSIE: Sure.

We did this together.

I'm sorry. What does all this have to do with Baley?

What do you mean?

Connectionist AI, like this, is meant to meld with a living human being, which is a totally different type of artificial intelligence than Baley -- a machine built to think on her own.

I wasn't legally allowed to help with Baley, so we did something else.

I married Danny to work with him, and this "type of artificial intelligence" is what helped keep my marriage together.

Okay, uh, Daniel came in. Daniel sat down.

Daniel started working on the debugging program. Right?

It's on the main menu.

Is that all you remember?

He muted me.

He muted you?

Correct.

I'm gonna try that, okay?

(distorted) I'd rather you... y-y-y-you... you didn't.

What? I'd ra-rather... rather...

O-Okay.

I-I'm not going to do that right now.

It's okay.

Baley?

Good morning, Dr. Robertson-son.

Baley, it's Amita. It's Dr. Rama...

I said good morning-ning...

Dr. Robertson.

Baley. Security protocol engaged.

(alarm blaring)

Security protocol engaged.

Disengage security protocol.

Baley, disengage.

Security protocol engaged.

BALEY: Security protocol engaged.

(alarm blaring, phone ringing)

Hey. Charlie?

Yeah, I was just about to call you.

It's a hack. Somebody's hacking Baley.

(distorted) Security protocol engaged.

It looks like a full memory wipe.

I can't get out; the lab's on lockdown until the threat ends.

Security protocol -- that's what Robertson walked into.

Look, Charlie, I don't know how much time I have, and I don't know if the system's on autopilot or what.

I-I don't know.

Then we're gonna stop the hack and get you out of there.

That's what we do. Yeah, that's what we do.

What do you know about hacking into Baley?

Listen, I know you helped your husband set this thing up.

You must have an idea of how to get in there and stop it.

There's a life at stake, okay?

Now isn't the time to be worrying about covering your ass.

Baley's connected by a dedicated high-speed fiber to the DoD system somewhere else.

That's how she gets outside access to the Internet.

With security at the DoD end, the hacker would have to be physically hooked into the landline, somewhere between the DoD substation and Steel Cave.

CHARLIE: All right. Did you hear all that?

AMITA: Yeah.

I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna stay on with you.

Okay. Hey, we need Don.

I thought the gas was gone.

The argon gas was removed, but for all we know, there's oxygen being sucked out of there, and there's no oxygen being pumped in until the threat is over, so Amita has no idea how much time she has.

Okay, we're up.

AMITA: Okay, I need the physical schematics to the lab.

I have an incoming signal, and I can trace it out.

Tell her to give you all the specs of the signal.

All right. Amita, can you ping it?

Okay.

Got it.

Amita has it. Ready?

DON: Look, I don't care. Use my rating. Use Charlie's rating.

Just get me those schematics. He can't get in.

Hey, we need those schematics.

Hey, come on.

Karellen-7-3 Foxtrot-Lima-Echo.

All right, we got it. We got it.

(alarm blaring)

Oh, hey, tell him to find where...

The mainframe 118 enters the lab.

I'd rather you... you didn't.

DAVID: And then you follow that out in a straight line for approximately...

17.344 miles.

What's there?

Looks like an intersection.

Intersection. It's under.

It's under, under the intersection.

All right.

Hey, drop that laptop.

LIZ: I got the kid.

BALEY: I'd rather... I'd rather...

Hey. FBI!

All right, I got the computer. What's on the screen?

(Liz grunts)

Keeps coming up with the hourglass over and over again.

Y-Y-You... you didn't... (alarm blaring)

CHARLIE: Pull it. Just pull out the cable!

Really? CHARLIE: Yeah.

I'd rather you didn't.

(both grunt)

Security protocol disengaged.

I'd rather you didn't do that.

What?

You said you were going to mute me.

You can, if you must, but I'd really rather you didn't.

I'm gonna go now, okay?

DAVID: Andrew Gibbons, hacker for hire.

I guess.

You were sued by three different computer companies in the last two years.

No criminal record.

Until now.

Yeah, it's pretty cool.

You say "pretty cool"?

You broke into a top-secret DoD computer system.

You murdered one person.

You attempted to murder an FBI consultant!

What? No, I was just doing a wipe.

Why'd you come back, Andy?

Why didn't you wipe Baley the first time, when you killed Robertson?

No. They f...

I flew in from Houston. You can check with the airline.

They?

Who hired you?

(chuckles)

Andy, the only way out of this is to tell me what is going on.

Otherwise, we already have you for attempted murder at the very least.

L-Lawyer. I-I want a lawyer.

(sighs)

Okay.

So how was your day?

Fine, except for the part where my girlfriend was almost killed by a giant robot.

Yeah, that was the highlight of my day.

I, uh, found something odd over at Robertson's house earlier today.

He had a workstation full of connectionist AI.

Cybernetics?

That's the opposite of Baley's evolutionary AI.

Why would he be wasting his time with a completely separate path when he just created the first silicon-based life-form?

(phone ringing)

No, no, let it ring.

(machine beeps)

COACH STREELING: Hey, Eppes. Coach Streeling here.

I thought about what you said.

You're right.

Winning's important and it starts with me.

Thanks, guys. (machine clicks)

Our ship has a dedicated captain.

Well, we've done something at least.

I mean, if not for this year, then maybe next year he'll get CalSci over the hump.

Oh, by the way, Charlie tells me that you and the DARPA lady -- um, Jane Karellen -- had more than a working relationship?

She was amazing -- beautiful, strong, quick-witted -- but my, she did come with a dark side.

Yeah, isn't that what makes them so interesting?

The intoxication of lust made it so easy to betray my own principles.

Are you sure you had them yet?

I remember at that age, my beliefs were kind of fluid.

Maybe she just forced you to decide where you were going to draw the line.

Yes, perhaps she was the anti-Buddha.

DON: Hey.

Hey.

What's all this?

It's a memory dump.

It's like a CAT scan.

I'm trying to figure out what makes Baley tick.

So what do you think about that DoD offer?

Oh, five years of unobstructed research, unlimited funds?

What do you think?

Look, I'm sure it's a good offer.

But...?

Well, it's interesting how much Larry doesn't like her.

You don't like her.

I think you can do better.

For instance?

Today's FBI.

There's no other way to access Baley from outside of Steel Cave?

No.

What about this cable right here?

Jessie Robertson says that it runs through a DoD substation.

The only person with access to that substation is me.

There's a Joe Baskin to see her.

You can't lock me out of my own company.

DARPA is taking control.

There's too much going on at Steel Cave, so your services are no longer necessary.

It's my company.

I've got the financials, Joseph.

There is nothing left of your company, but the Baley Project, and she belongs to us.

Dr. Baskin?

You wouldn't do this if Daniel was still alive.

Convenient.

My project manager is murdered, and you just take over.

(sighs)

You have been paid very well, Dr. Baskin.

I suggest you enjoy your retirement.

Hi, guys.

Baley's a fraud.

I thought she passed that test?

It did, but that's all it can do.

CHARLIE: Yeah, Robertson was following a completely different AI path at home.

Made us think that something with Baley wasn't totally right.

So we studied her code...

No, we studied its code to understand how Baley was thinking.

Yeah, and we found that it was programmed with an advanced version of an expert systems recursive search.

Kind of like, Cyrano de Bergerac, whispering the right words into Christian's ear to woo Roxanne.

Now, imagine 4,000 Cyranos processing 300 million conversations per second, combining their expertise to form the very best response at any given moment.

That's Baley.

Programmed to do one thing: pass the Turing test.

Remember when that chess champion, Gary Kasparov, lost to that computer named Deep Blue?

Yeah, the computer won by doing something no human could: by processing 200 million chess positions per second.

Baley can process over a billion words, sentences and conversations in a second, and come up with the most natural human response every single time.

Wow.

So, really what she is, is the best all-time quote machine, built to fool visiting dignitaries.

Well, she fooled me.

Fooled me, too.

Fooled us all. That was her purpose.

Baley's not real?

Of course not.

So, you didn't know?

We have a huge failure rate.

I guess I...

I guess I was just hoping too hard that this would be the one.

It's time we take a look at those books.

Okay.

(computer trilling)

Those are Robertson's purchase orders.

(computer trilling)

(typing)

(beeps and trills)

$65,000 in electronics equipment shipped to Claire Wells's apartment?

What's that about?

They all skim.

It's built into the budget.

Well, Robertson or Baskin, sure, but why pay off the mechanic?

(beeps twice)

COLBY: Maybe she figured out Baley was a fraud, and Robertson bribed her to shut up.

Open door.

Never a good sign.

Miss Wells?

Miss Wells?

What are the odds that that's ketchup?

(panting)

(sighs) Oh.

Don't think we can pin this one on the computer.

So, what about Wells's apartment?

No prints.

It was pretty clean for all that blood.

ME said the defensive wounds on the hands, compounded with multiple strikes, look to be more passionate.

Yeah, someone really didn't like Wells.

Same guy who killed Robertson and wiped Baley's memory?

Hired Gibbons.

GIBBONS: I told you, I don't know any Claire Wells.

I was in Houston when that other dude got killed.

I know, Andy.

You're clear for both murders.

LAWYER: Then why are you holding my client?

DAVID: Because the guy who hired him, the guy he's protecting -- we think that he killed Claire Wells and Daniel Robertson.

And he's probably the same guy who is paying for your billing hours.

Hold on.

Andy here has a choice.

He can come in for protection, or he can hope that you don't take him for the kind of ride that he does not come back from.

Ho-Hold on.

It's Baskin.

CEO of Steel Cave?

Yeah, man. Yeah.

Um, can I have a new lawyer?

(engines roaring)

(siren blaring)

Where the hell does Baskin think he's going?

Well, if you catch him, we can ask him.

(tires squealing)

(siren blaring)

(tires squealing)

(plane tires squeak)

(car tires squeal)

DON: Let's go!

FBI. Open that door now!

Don't make us come in there!

Easy. Easy.

COLBY: Come on out, ma'am.

Baskin, let's go!

I want to see those hands, Baskin!

Out in front of you!

Nice and easy.

RADIO DISPATCH: Stand by, all units, stand by.

Get them behind your back!

BASKIN: Yes, I hired Gibbons to wipe the supercomputer's memory.

I did not kill Daniel Robertson.

I did not kill Claire Wells.

COLBY: So, you and Robertson stole DARPA's money, and you wanted to keep it all for yourself.

BASKIN: How?

Daniel was the only guy that could keep Baley going.

As soon as he died, I knew it would come out.

That's why I hired Gibbons.

Well, even if Robertson didn't die, the fraud would have come out sooner or later.

We could keep Baley going for six months or so, then crash the whole system.

DARPA's got a failure rate of about 95%.

Nobody would have asked any questions.

(sighs) And what about Wells?

Why did you pay her off?

I didn't pay her off.

As far as I knew, she never knew about Baley one way or the other.

So, what's this?

$65,000 in electronics?

(laughs)

There were rumors about those two, but I never saw it.

That's not a payoff, Agent Granger.

Gifts, maybe.

(David sighs)

You don't give gifts like that to an assistant.

You give them to a lover.

We know whoever killed Robertson could definitely hack into that computer.

Robertson's wife told Charlie exactly how to get into Baley.

She would have the passion to chop up his lover.

What, all this comes down to just jealousy?

You know how much money he stole?

Millions.

And he spent it on her.

Did you even see her?

Saw her after you stabbed her.

Ah, no jury's gonna convict me when they find out he was cheating on me, and stealing from the government, messing around with that bitch.

Wow. You haven't been around many courtrooms, have you?

Oh, Lawrence.

I didn't expect to find you here.

Charlie's not here.

Well, I can come back later.

LARRY: Actually, no. You can't.

I see.

LARRY: Charlie sends his regrets.

He will be declining your offer at this time.

DON: And I wouldn't really expect any time in the future, either.

JANE: A mind like that, and my resources -- there's nowhere else he can reach his full potential.

You know, I realize you don't hear the word "no" very often, but you will have to go through me to get to Charlie.

And I suppose you, too?

(scoffs)

You know, before the planned invasion of Japan in 1945, we expected to lose upwards of four million American soldiers, not to mention the ten million civilian casualties predicted.

I wonder, if Oppenheimer had an older brother, instead of younger, if we would have had 15 million more graves in southern Japan today.

LARRY: And I wonder if you would have sat next to Senator McCarthy back in 1953, stripping Oppenheimer of his security clearance, slandering him as disloyal to those same American troops he saved eight years earlier.

Nice.

ALAN: All right, move it around. Come on.

Keep it going, guys. Keep it going.

Make it fast! Faster!

Take a shot. You see, it works.

Way to go, Aron.

Nice shot.

Hey, Coach.

Not anymore.

Pardon me?

Didn't you get my message?

Yeah, you said you were on board, and-and...

No, no, no. I said you were absolutely right.

Winning is very important.

I've been losing here for nine years.

It's time for me to go some place that's got a shot.

Thanks again.

Oh, where-where you going?

Who's coaching?

You are, Coach Eppes.

Congratulations.

See ya.

I thought this was it.

The moment the world changed forever.

Singularity.

And we were right at the center of it.

You know, I sit at a computer for 12 hours a day.

And then to think that someone finally came up with the miraculous combination of coding and programming to create life within that very circuitry.

Amita.

I know, Charlie.

It's okay.

We can just watch.