...
Do you think you're clever that you can read people that you know things?
Well, I'm an undercover agent for a highly respected federal agency, so...
I'm gonna go with yes.
And I'm sorry about your syrup.
What you so crassly referred to as my syrup is my Micho Akan, shade-grown agave nectar, my personal sweetener.
But, however, it isn't that to which I refer.
I've just received copies of your federal 360 co-worker evaluations.
Perfect scores in every category for every co-worker?
What can I say? You run a tight ship.
You know what you have to do with these. Redo them.
I'll race you for it.
You think you can win?
Just because you're...
I didn't say that.
Just because I'm...
I didn't say that either.
All right, let's do it.
Come on, top of the wall.
I have to warn you that if you indulge in this sort of frivolity and brinkmanship,
and I win, I'm going to expect these tomorrow.
Deal.
I also need to tell you that I've had years of practice.
You don't scare me.
Well, maybe a little bit.
I seem to recall a certain Sherpa saying exactly that
just before I beat him to the Everest summit with a broken arm.
You expect me to believe that?
Okay, so now you're bluffing.
On three.
One.
Two.
Wise choice.
And no, I won't do this just for fun.
I wasn't going to ask.
Ask what?
Wait a minute.
Was she bluffing?
Who?
She does this to me every time.
She knows I think she's bluffing,
but then she starts with these Yoda mind tricks.
Did Calum sleep last night?
So that I don't take the challenge.
Which is what she wanted?
You didn't have him reading Hague on the gun, did you?
It wasn't me. I burned all my copies.
Copies of what?
What are you drinking?
Coffee by the half gallon.
I'm literally mainlining it.
Caffeine, because it's much more fish.
Yeah, that's an efficient way of saying efficient.
So is this why I have to pull over every 20 minutes
for you to pay?
It's a con.
No, it's a double con. That's what it is.
That's exactly what it is.
Calum.
Okay, what did I miss?
Hey, Rose.
I came back. I saw him, then I ran.
Rose.
Oh, here.
Rose, slow down.
I, uh, uh, yeah.
Um, and I...
Yep, yep.
So I was trying to call you,
but he wouldn't stop chatting.
Oh, dear, I shouldn't say that now that he's dead.
And right here, he didn't have far to go.
We're done.
So I was walking out because reception in here is lousy,
but I came back.
I saw him, and I ran.
Oh.
Rose, you need to listen to me.
They had a plan. They had guns.
You did the right thing.
Did I?
Then why do I feel so crummy?
Are you and Ed good close?
No, not at all. That's the worst part.
I barely knew him.
Nate always knew what to say.
Not that you guys don't, but, you know...
He's an operational psychologist.
That's what he does for a living.
I miss him.
We all do.
You said you were trying to call me?
Yeah, yeah.
I found a residue on the body,
you know, the one that was stolen,
and I recognized the naval signature.
USM.
US Navy.
Nate and I talked about it once.
Um, so when I saw it,
I thought, do I know anyone in the Navy?
I need to see a sample of that residue.
Of course.
Corina's van is missing.
Eric's looking for it.
These guys are good.
Residue on a stolen body with a naval signature?
Does that sound normal to you?
No, it sounds classified to me.
They waited for the guard to make his rounds.
Jimmy, the door down the hall came right in,
walked out the same way.
Okay, so that is there.
We also have him on camera here, here, and here.
It's a close circle DVR deck,
but it's low resolution.
They're wearing caps, and they are turned away from the camera.
Wow.
Bad guys.
One, cops, zero.
Downloading.
Funny, isn't it?
A thousand ways to die.
Only two ways to go, though.
Cremated or buried.
Not me.
I don't want to be buried,
and I certainly don't want to be burned.
But you will have to choose.
Casket or urn?
Nope.
I'm going for cryogenic suspension.
Frozen in a suspended state of animation,
and then thought out when they have the medical technology
to bring me back.
Can we keep you in the office?
Ooh, with a little viewing window, like an aquarium?
That would be so cool.
You mock me now.
Twenty years from now, I'm going to come back.
You know what I'm going to do?
I'm going to marry your daughter.
Oh.
Oh, that is awkward.
That is creepy.
You know what I would love, though,
is for you to be my mother-in-law.
Think about that.
Oh, Mrs. Glide, it's so good to see you.
What a wonderful one-piece jumpsuit you're wearing.
Just stop it.
You're giving me nightmares.
Me helping you with your walker?
Is it early bird special?
Hi.
Anything on the Vic?
Ask Eddie Haskell.
Okay.
I talked to LAPD, and they're more than happy to hand the case over.
The report says it's a home invasion gone bad.
Yousef Azal was killed by blunt force trauma to the head.
He was hit.
He fell.
And then died.
And then half autopsy.
Then stolen.
It's a bad day.
I'm in for a dead guy.
Edward found a van.
Kenzie, take Bieber here and check it out, will you?
Bieber?
Really?
Okay.
No, that's fine.
But if we're going to do a nickname,
maybe we should do something cool, right?
Like diesel?
Or D-Rock?
Or D-Unit?
Just think about it.
He's decaf.
It's not much of a plan.
Steal a body.
Steal a van.
Drive four blocks.
A van in the van.
I mean, this is great.
A van.
Drive four blocks.
A van in the van.
I mean, this is completely nonsensical.
Seems to have worked for them.
Looks like one of your parking jobs, Deeks.
One of the reasons I became a cop.
I didn't literally park anywhere you want.
Seriously?
Why did you become a cop?
Like honestly?
No.
Lie to me.
I wanted to protect people.
I wanted to do something that really made a difference in people's lives.
That's really nice, Deeks.
That, I know how girls love guys in uniforms.
Overrated.
Really?
Overrated?
The whole uniform thing?
You don't like that shiny badge?
It's a tight polyester pants?
Door, Deeks.
One, two, three.
Bomb!
Maybe they did have a plan.
What do we know about our still-and-dead guy?
Yousef Offsall.
36 years old, worked at Cal West Hospital as a computer tech.
No criminal record, nothing on Interpol, no watch lists.
Nothing.
He was born here, never left the country.
He's like the most boring guy in Venice.
And our body snatchers?
Well, the bomb did an excellent job of destroying
any trace of what they were doing.
No visuals, no prints, no DNA.
And we're still tracking down that Navy signature
that was found on Yousef.
So why do you steal a dead body?
Proof of death.
Satanic ritual, cannibalism.
Just thinking outside the box.
You need to get back in the box.
But why this one?
Why this corpse?
Why risk a murder conviction to steal it?
Maybe he's not Yousef Offsall.
Could be a cover.
We could run Yousef's DNA, see if he's in the SOCOM database.
It's a long shot.
Maybe he's any kind of a jihadist he'd be keeping a low profile.
Either he was asleep away below the radar
or Yousef has more secrets than we realize.
All right, according to the LAPD crime report,
neighbors heard yelling, came over, knocked on the door,
called the alarm company and 911 from the stoop.
Quite a neighborhood watch.
The report also says the person escaped out the back.
The case is cold from there.
Oh, can I help you?
Can we help you carry Yousef's stuff to your car?
Because we're sort of wondering who you are.
And now I'm wondering who you are.
We are investigating Yousef's murder.
Your turn.
Larissa Bay, his girlfriend.
I was just grabbing a few things of ours.
You know, memories, if you need it for evidence, take it.
It's okay.
Maybe you can tell us a little bit about Yousef.
Where'd you guys meet?
At the hospital.
I'm the charge nurse on the pediatric floor.
He was our computer tech.
I think he crashed my server a few times just to come by.
The old workplace romance trick.
Sounds like you two are serious.
I think we both thought it was going to be...
We were friends for years.
Started dating on Valentine's Day.
The police are calling this a home invasion.
It's hard to believe. It's ridiculously safe.
People everywhere.
Can you tell me about Yousef's background?
Where was he from? Was he religious?
His parents fled Beirut in the 70s.
They were Muslim, but not observant.
So is that how he came to have a non-observant girlfriend?
I celebrate Christmas with my dad and Sader with my mom.
Yousef happily came to both.
Any chance that's not his real name?
Not his real background?
Yousef is not a closet radical or a militant.
That's what you're thinking.
What he is is completely American.
I'm just saying that people have an ability to hide a side of themselves.
Does your partner hide anything from you?
Matter of fact, she does, yeah.
She's got a junk food challenge she doesn't think I know about.
But I find the Twinkie wrappers stuffed between the car seats.
That was one time on a stakeout.
If that was one time, there was like 12 in a box.
Police report says that you were working the night of Yousef's death.
You think I had something to do with it?
Given the Rocky family dynamic, you know, you got different religions.
I think we're just saying...
You're not hearing me.
I loved Yousef.
After his shift, he'd suit up and go into the NICU with me to rock the babies.
You have this all wrong?
Evidently.
You know, if he went into the NICU, he can't be all bad.
So you believe her?
I really wish somebody was lying.
Come on.
Goodbye, you ding-dong.
Yummy.
This is the residue Rose got off Yousef's body, blown up.
See the geometric shapes?
It's a crystal instruction.
See the encey-weencey little numbers?
That's a classified Navy project identifier.
It took some digging.
Because if you're going to make a number that small,
you're probably hiding something.
It's called overwatch.
It's an experimental special ops tracking system.
And?
And that's it.
One line description, and then nothing,
nada, niante in the system on who, what, when, anything.
They won't even talk about it over the phone.
Insist did we do it in person.
Overwatch.
I know, it's very sour on.
That's Lord of the Rings humor.
Sorry.
Overwatch is a tagging detection system
for use in counterinsurgency operations.
Central platforms can track insurgences
as they retreat or attempt to hide among the civilian population.
How about you tell us what's not in the catalog description?
Well, I can't get into specifics, even with you people.
But the idea, essentially, is the tagger guy with a residue,
you can track him anywhere on the planet
by satellite to within a yard away.
It's impressive.
You have no idea.
Special ops started field testing last month
in a single high-conflict war zone.
Here's our first go.
What kind of...
Afghanistan.
And here are the targets.
And here is tracking history.
How long does the residue last?
A few months, few days.
We give the residue the half-life we want.
And it stays on?
Clothes or skin.
Let me show you.
You need steel wool or harsh chemicals to take it off.
And that's assuming you know you've been tagged.
This is inactive spray, but it'll give you the idea.
Here, see for yourself.
Hmm.
Have there been any problems?
Tracking spotty indoors,
and we had one incident involving a violent altercation
where the residue actually transferred subjects just once.
The real issue is overload.
The man-hours needed to analyze the data dump.
So many suspects doing so many questionable things.
Exactly.
I gotta tell you, this is a game-changer.
But it's only as good as your human intel.
You have a target walking to a radical mosque.
What do you know?
You could be using the bathroom mode,
hawking a new cell phone plan to the E-mom.
Thanks to various concerns of similar nature,
we're limited to Kunduz.
The geographic region is reasonably sized,
but there are lots of people to track while we work out the bugs.
Tell me how it ended up on Youssef Afzal.
It was far as we can ascertain it's never been to Afghanistan.
Youssef Afzal.
He's not one of ours.
We didn't put it on him.
So who did?
Access is highly restricted.
The residue isn't even stored state-side.
Bottom line, I have no idea.
Commander, can you bring up LA?
As I said, there are no subjects state-side.
Humor me.
We don't use this domestically.
I don't understand.
Okay, this gotta be a glitch.
There's some glitch.
Because it looks like someone is illegally tracking
dozens of Americans.
Or there's dozens of Afghan terrorists roaming around LA.
Okay, got it.
It's not a glitch.
No, it's not a glitch.
The Pentagon just went on high alert.
Software says it started about three weeks ago.
112 subjects have been tagged.
So who are they? Why is the Navy tracking them?
It's not us.
Our satellites are picking up the residue.
The Overwatch software is recording and time-stamping it.
But the rest of the data has been encrypted.
We cannot read anything.
So basically somebody hijacked the world's most powerful tracking technology?
Basically, yes.
We haven't had any luck breaking the encryption.
He's spoofing his IP address,
masking his real IP with a fake one.
This guy's good.
He also hacked the tasking of satellites to collect over LA.
Very good.
Alright, so why tag 100 people in Los Angeles?
What's the connection to Youssef?
What about the targets?
Can we follow people home, check their work addresses,
cross-check them that way?
The encryption makes the computer think that they're all the same person.
So we just see these icons pop up willy-nilly.
But we did find a common vector.
Mesheed Farouk. It's a mosque in Westchester.
On any given day at afternoon prayer, you can get 10, 20, 50 targets.
So the hacker specifically targeted this mosque?
Mesheed Farouk is not known to be a radical hotspot.
The EMOM likes publicity and is the occasional fringe speaker,
but it's not considered a security risk.
Well, what about its members?
Anybody on the watch list? No one to say you're heart racing.
I doubt that whoever's behind this is going to get caught outside the mosque
in a van with a pair of binoculars and adult diapers,
but wouldn't hurt to have our own surveillance to cross-check.
Eric, send the details to Kenzie.
Now, it's a nice visual.
I had another thought. It's a little out there.
Okay, so this guy spooked his IP address.
Now, he probably visits other sites from the same computer.
Maybe sometimes he forgets and visits, I don't know, ESPN,
and is spoofing his IP address.
And sometimes he visits and he isn't spoofing.
Leaving the real IP address behind.
Now that is very, very good.
Tall guy. 10 o'clock.
Mm-hmm.
Cafia, approaching R9.
What do we think we're watching here?
This was like random people going to a random mosque,
not a hotbed for terrorist activity.
Somebody's tracking him. They probably have a reason.
Larissa said that Yusuf came here,
well, when he wasn't at Shabbos in Christmas dinner.
Look what happened to him.
Well, I think it's nice that he could move between worlds.
How about moving between worlds of murder, abduction,
and covert tracking systems? Is that nice?
Happy family. 8 o'clock.
Do you think they should know what's happening,
that some hacker is targeting them,
when we already have one dead body?
Yeah, they probably have the right to know
that some creep is tracking them to the bathroom,
the corner bar to their girlfriends.
How about invading their privacy
and compromising their safety?
Then again, who knows what the Amman would do
with the information. He could denounce the situation
and put it on YouTube, send it to every Tinder box
in the Middle East.
Oh, here we go.
High-speed target.
Old lady with a walker, 9 o'clock.
Yeah, she's trouble.
Deeks, did you see that?
I see what.
The guy with a tan jacket just sprayed something on someone.
What? What do you say?
That's our guy. Let's go.
Whoa, too late, Kenzie. Follow that cab.
Go, go, go.
So by cross-checking exact page views
with the time of day, politics in the morning,
cricket at night, and because people are painfully
predictable in their internet browsing,
I matched this spoofed IP address
and this IP address.
Which is...
Brent Steen and associates a small firm
specializing in risk analysis.
We did it.
I won't take a warrant in a day and a half
to identify which computer.
And by then, he'd have wiped his hard drive
and be long gone.
Empty office.
Good access, their employee list.
Interference?
We've got company.
One more minute.
Ah, excuse me. Could you help me out here?
Depends on what you need.
You'll find out.
I'm looking for Alan. He's an accountant.
I've decided I need a numbers guy in my life.
Am I on the right floor?
There's no Alan here and we're not accountants.
I suggest you try the directory in the lobby.
Wait, you know what?
Maybe it wasn't Alan.
Adam. Alex.
You getting this, Eric? Got it.
Running a broad spectrum search.
Ah, Asan.
Nope.
Great. Thank you.
Oh, sorry, sorry. One more thing.
Yeah.
Do you have a restroom?
I have this condition.
Thank you.
Better have a plan, G.
Hey, Eric, I think I got something.
Hector Cage, former department of homeland security
worked on a bunch of boring stuff.
Boring stuff.
And the early development team of USN 6457.
That's the code name for Overwatch.
Wait, Eric.
This is your plan?
I'll let you take lead and ride shotgun for this.
Zero rocks and blank pieces of paper.
People only see what they want to see.
Dumb luck club.
Callum, Sam, I think we got something.
Hector Cage, he's an analyst.
I'm sending you his photo now.
See?
Good plan.
Dumb luck.
Where's Hector's office?
Hector Cage?
I'd like to ask you some questions.
Whoa, Woody.
Where you found the guy?
Huh.
So did we.
You gotta be more careful, Hector.
Three years homeland security
computer department.
You saw it, doctor.
I saw an EMT.
You're fine. Got a clean bill of health.
You can answer questions.
Early development team, Overwatch.
According to your former boss,
you had access to the prototype of the residue.
Then you moved on to Brent Steen and Associates
where you do...
Stochastic analysis of terrorist risk.
Which means that...
Predict the chances of a random terrorist attack.
Insurance companies love you guys.
Buildings are targets.
Let's get back to where you hacked into
classified military software.
And one of the guys you tagged
turned up dead.
Nice mosque.
Nah. And his ID badge says he works at a hospital.
That is a grade A soft target.
Do you guys care at all if he espouses
the destruction of America?
If we want your opinion, Hector, we'll visit your blog.
Let's focus on where you were two nights ago.
I was at my computer at work pulling an all-nighter.
It can be verified by multiple surveillance cameras
and people.
Anything else?
It's a nice spray bottle.
Do you do that one at a time?
It's a pretty time-consuming hobby.
You are dangerously
underestimating the terrorist threat level.
Privacy is history.
International flights gone five years max.
Three years out we are all going to be tagged and monitored
and every inch of every board is going to have a guy with a gun pointing out.
What a hopeful vision for the future.
Isn't stochastic analysis about
random threats?
Yes.
How do you predict something that's random?
I think your job's making you crazy, Hector.
Crazier.
What do you think your employees are going to say when we tell them
you've been breaching national security on company time?
You haven't broken the encryption.
Why do you say that?
Wouldn't be talking to me if you did.
Just looking at the data points here, guys.
You have a dead body and you'd love to know where he's been.
I guess this is the part where you make a deal
with me for the encryption code.
The encryption codes you got from Hector Cage
are working.
Eric, we need everything you've got on Yusuf.
All right, pulling it up now.
Hector's alibi checks out.
The desktop cam matches the security cam
which matches the coworker's statements
and the footage is stored off site.
These guys are seriously paranoid.
Dead men don't walk.
Not unless it's Halloween.
Maybe someone should tell Yusuf I'll sell it's not Halloween.
Where does he think he's going?
Cal West Hospital.
Is he going back to work?
What's going on, Eric?
According to Overwatch,
Yusuf I'll sell just entered the south entrance
of Cal West Hospital.
Maybe the residue transferred subjects?
Maybe to his girlfriend.
What's her the killer? Violent altercation?
Maybe they're the same person.
Eric, find Larissa Bay.
Larissa Bay is scheduled to work today
in the pediatric wing in the tower.
Kenzie Deeks, take pediatrics.
Talk to us, Eric.
Looks like the target is headed for the north wing.
Can't tell which floor looks like the third.
No, no, no, the fourth.
Tracking is kind of spotty, of course.
Deek?
Larissa just logged into her station
on the pediatric floor.
ID and fingerprints are a match.
Not reported.
Ready?
Larissa, put your hands where we can see them.
What?
Guys, we got her.
Wait, the target's still in the north wing.
That's two wings away.
Kenzie Deeks, the target is not Larissa.
What's going on? What is this?
Our mistake. You're not the one we're looking for.
No kidding.
I'm sorry.
Eric, target status, where is he?
The target is in the north wing.
The target is slowing down.
Room 420, room 422.
Okay, he's stopping.
At the end of this corridor, take a right.
North wing is radiology.
You've spent the last two weeks
doing this off our overhaul.
Now what, Eric?
Go down this hallway, make another right.
The target's still stopped. You should have him.
There's paddler topology.
Paddler topology.
Talk to me, Eric. We're on the floor?
We're going to be in front of you.
No, he isn't.
Where is he, Eric?
You're 10 feet away. You're 5 feet guys.
You're right next to him.
Air duct.
Neuropsych evaluation room 422.
I'm getting a bad feeling about this.
So we were chasing Youssef after all.
Eric, room 423.
We need to get through this door.
Come on in.
They took the body for this iris scanner.
It was all about getting through this door.
Eric, it's a secure hospital door
that needs an iris scan.
How easy do you want this to be?
So you're not thinking?
We know one way in.
By all means. You shoot if you want to.
I won't judge you.
It's not exactly my first choice.
Oh, so you want me to?
I didn't say that.
Oh, boy.
Thank you, Eric.
Go.
Eric, we have an empty shelf.
It has fluorodoxy, glucose,
tosy, tumor, mad,
and brachytherapy canisters.
What are these?
They're radiopharmaceuticals.
Guys, it's nuclear medicine.
If it was here, it's gone now.
Everything a terrorist needs to make a dirty bottom.
Pettie's talking to the FBI, CIA, and Vance.
I alerted LAPD.
They're obnoxious to me as always, but they are all over it.
Also, we got nothing from those hospital surveillance videos.
Eric's monitoring the city's nuclear alert sensors.
Do we know exactly what was taken?
Yeah, four-bracket therapy canisters.
Enough material to contaminate several city blocks
depending on which way the wind is blowing.
Wouldn't cause mass casualties,
but thousands of people would get sick.
That's not the real threat.
The real threat?
The real threat
is the first act of nuclear terrorism
on American soil.
If this happens, nothing will ever be the same.
Radiation pages.
Registers nuclear material in case we can get close enough.
It vibrates or beeps depending on the setting.
Directional radiation detected.
State-of-the-art Geiger counter.
This one has a mute button.
Give that one to Deeks.
The nest sensor went off on the 10.
The nest system, a.k.a. the nuclear emergency support team,
has sensors all across the country
that go off when nuclear material crosses them.
Hospitals here and sensors went off here and here.
We confirmed the wavelength matched the missing material.
Then, 12 minutes later,
sensor went off here and nothing since.
Which puts us in Venice.
Works for me.
Let's go.
Well, you'd think somebody would do our national security a favor.
You'd leave some of these bags at home.
I'm getting a low reading.
Me, too.
I got something, but it's fluctuating.
He must be moving through the crowd.
Sam, you getting anything?
Yeah, he's here.
This might be a budget.
Eric, you got eyes?
I got a traffic camera on the corner of Market,
another on Main, little fuzzy,
and an LAPD dash cam sitting near the entrance.
Sam, what do we got?
Come on.
Oh!
Kenzie Deeks, watch the crowd.
Got it.
Eric, do we have any other runners?
I might have someone heading east on Main.
I got him on my three, guy in a navy coat.
He's going, he's going!
Oh!
Yeah, your timing is fantastic.
You recognize him?
He's one of the guys from the morgue.
Whoa! He's through your way!
Everybody get back! Everybody get back!
We'll kill her, man!
Calm down.
Take him, chief.
What do you think, a bomb?
Trigger or a timer?
Trigger, man, would have to be nearby.
Timer could go off any time.
We got to open it now.
What do you call a bomb squad?
It's a thought.
Might take too long to get here.
Flip for it.
I was the one reaching for you, Seth's head.
The head is looking pretty good right now.
Don't blow us up.
It's not a bomb.
Who's here to sell it?
The buyer was here. Somewhere.
We identify the two men.
Wendell Hertz and Jake Varley, both Canadian, both traffickers.
Guns, cigarettes, prescription drugs.
Who graduated to dirty bombs?
No known political affiliations. They seemed to be in it for the money.
Oh, and Hertz had a PET scan at Cal West Hospital.
The same day Yousef was updating the system software.
Orchestrated it to canvas the hospital.
They're looking for somebody with access.
Maybe you thought Yousef was vulnerable because he was a Muslim.
Paid him a call to make a deal. He refused. He got deadly.
And he came up with the brilliant idea of going to the morgue
and stealing Yousef's body.
What about the buyer?
Unfortunately, it's buyers, several.
We hacked into Hertz's voicemail and some encrypted emails.
And?
We ran the voicemail through a beta version of Shibboleth.
One of the buyers came up as mid-mountain regional.
Homegrown terrorists.
Surveillance cameras show anything?
Nothing yet.
We're running facial recognition on the looky-loose,
tracing, license plates leaving the area.
We did find this.
It's a home security system on the canals.
You got footage of my tackle and my sweet right hook.
Oh.
No, no. Where's the footage of the fight?
This is all I got.
Ow!
Nice move, Diesel.
The unit in the water.
Okay, that's hilarious.
That's where I shot the guy.
Where's the footage before this of the fight?
Whoa! D-rockin' the water!
You know where the footage is? It's in here.
You know what it is? Awesome.
I'm gonna go tell Hedy.
Hedy?
It could be him. I can't be sure.
Well, he had this on him.
It's the makings of a dirty bomb.
Wow. I mean, wow.
You should feel good.
I do.
Hey, so I took your advice.
I tried to contact his next of kin.
Edgar, my co-worker, died.
Right.
But he didn't seem to have a next of kin or, well, kin.
And in unmarked grave, that just didn't seem right.
But then I'm like, is he an R.I.P. kind of guy
or more in-loving memory?
And I really didn't have anything to go on
except that he really liked working here.
So I thought maybe he'd like to stay.
I thought that I would cover all the bases.
And now Edgar can be around the one place I know he loved.
Or liked, I think.
Rose, Edgar would have loved this.
Thanks.
That wasn't me.
I'm not accusing.
I'm offering.
Congratulations are in order.
I'm not so sure about that.
There's still a lot of loose ends.
We don't know where the missing canister is.
It'll turn out.
That's what I'm afraid of.
That, Mr. Cowan, is tomorrow's work.
Go get some rest.
Good night, Eddie.
Hey, Eddie.
No.
You don't even know what I was...
Absolutely not.
Did you check your inbox?
I read the evaluations.
In that case...
once.
All right.
On the count of three, one.
Boy, you haven't even stretched out.
Two.
You haven't even warmed up.
Three.
Damn it.
I told you I was good.
Whoo-wee!