Double-double, no cheese, grilled onions, fries and a shake.
That's a hell of a last supper.
Well, Bledsoe,
when it's your turn, you'll get to pick.
There a problem?
There's no ketchup.
They always forget the ketchup.
I'll see what I can do, John.
FBI, Los Angeles.
Yes, my name is Dr. Henry Stanley.
I am a psychiatrist in Los Angeles.
I have important information.
I believe John Curtis may be innocent.
Good energy, nice hustle!
Is this tie really necessary?
All aspects of the game are controlled by forces: look sharp, play sharp.
How about this annoying athletic supporter?
That's for the players, Larry.
All right, keep it going! I want to see you sweat!
Just relax, now.
What's the worst that can happen?
We'll lose for the ten to the 23rd time?
It's not losing that worries me.
- It's just... - What?
Nice form, Peter.
I think there's something I need to show you.
A cautionary tale about my coaching.
In the interest of all candor...
Oh, you never told me you coached collegiate basketball before.
Well, it was the intramural league.
They did let us play in the gym here for the finals.
- What?! - How did that go?
Are you nuts?!
Uh... they called the game early for a science fair.
Yeah, elementary school kids and their damn dreams.
Are you nuts?!
Get out of here!
- ??? - Ay.
- What are you staring at?! - Guess I won't be
leaving you alone out there.
Come on in, guys.
All right, gentlemen...
the journey of a thousand miles starts with one breath.
If you meet the Buddha in the lane,
feed him the ball.
Never forget,
you can't step in the same river twice.
- Pete. - Coach,
what the hell are you talking about?
I think what Coach Eppes is trying to say is
we all learn to write in the second grade,
but most of us go on to do greater things,
so get the hell out there
and decide if you want to matriculate or be left behind.
Get out of here!
Come on!
- Phil Jackson? - Bobby Knight.
- That was cheap. - What are you talking about?
- I just... I'm saying it was cheap. - I disagree.
12% is fine-- that food was terrible.
Okay, well, you don't blame the waiter.
You get mad at the chef.
Yeah, but he's got all those knives back there
and my gun's in the car. Oh.
Yeah, Eppes.
Did you check his credentials?
It's the Curtis case.
That happens every time a convict's about to get executed.
Evidence surfaces at the eleventh hour
that's going to exonerate him, but it never does.
All right, put him through.
Yeah, this is Don Eppes.
I want you to know I would not be making this call
if I did not believe in the validity of what I'm about to tell you.
I have compelling reason to believe John Curtis is innocent.
All right, Doctor.
Doctor, my ass.
50 bucks says Curtis hired him.
Hello?
Hello, Dr. Stanley?
He's gone.
Yeah, he probably got cold feet when he heard your voice.
John Curtis killed Roger Webster four years ago.
I helped write his obit,
and I'm looking forward to reading Curtis's in the morning.
Yeah, but the guy's got a few hours to live, right?
Well, it's going to take a lot more than a prank call to set that guy free.
Hey, David, I need you to follow up on a call that just came through.
So, uh, Attila the Hun or Genghis Khan?
I don't understand.
It's a game that me and Granger play.
If you can go back in time, kill any bad guy you want,
who would you take out?
Both.
No, but you only have one bullet.
But I got a time machine, right?
Yeah, so I can just go back and forth,
you know, reload-- bop, bop-- ghost them both.
I cannot wait for Granger to get back from his fishing trip.
It's a stupid game.
This blood's still flowing.
This just happened.
I'll call it in.
Rescue unit to 10060 Beverly Drive.
Multiple gunshot wounds. Victim is critical.
Damn it.
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I'll catch up.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Opened up on me from over there. Engine block saved my life.
And the shrink?
He was pronounced dead on the ride to the hospital.
Anything with the security cameras?
Back of a guy's head. DOT has nothing else looking this way.
Okay, a psychiatrist calls to reveal a secret that might set a killer free,
but before he can, he's shot to death.
Yeah, I think I saw that movie.
Yeah, how did it end?
This guy gets off of death row, right, and he goes on this killing spree.
Right, I'll go look for tire tracks.
Liz, what have we got?
Uh, killer definitely wasn't a junkie. I can tell you that much--
left the meds and the script pads.
Must have cleaned the desk off
'cause there's no appointment book, no laptop,
and techs say oil residue and smudge marks indicate files and papers were taken.
You call the hospital?
They sent over a partial list of patients.
Doc also worked pro bono for the city and saw a lot of ex-cons,
so I'm waiting on that list.
Tell Nikki to call if the DA drags his feet here,
'cause we don't got a lot of time.
What have you got here?
Forensics is trying to pull hidden information off
these blank sheets of paper we found on the doctor's desk.
What, this is the thing the lab rats have been bragging about?
A molecule attaches itself to the ink of the underlying paper,
and then I guess a bunch of other molecules come join the party.
What does it tell us?
Okay, the papers that were stolen were lying on top of this pad
and left traces of ink that we can't see embedded in the fibers.
This sounds more like Charlie's world to me.
Exactly.
John Curtis. Top of the LA food chain.
Ran his own crime family. Never got his hands dirty...
till he decided to put a bullet through Roger Webster's head.
Seen around town: best restaurants, fancy cars.
Claimed to be a contractor making 150 grand a year.
Boss didn't like being shown up.
Made it a point to go after him.
And then, he went after one of yours.
Curtis killed Webster.
We had wiretaps on him 24-7, froze his bank accounts.
Finally, he cracked, made a full confession.
- Really? - Yeah.
LAPD had a stiff hand in it, but they got the job done.
It says he never asked for an appeal?
Bunch of human rights groups did it for him.
Curtis bragged about killing Webster. There's no way this guy is innocent.
The shrink died for a reason.
What, all of a sudden, you don't want to work late?
Well, only when it's a waste of my time.
Sorry to pull you off the court.
Oh, it's okay.
Tip-off's not for a few more minutes.
Techs could only get so far.
Well, I can put the number 13 on my T- shirt. Doesn't make me Steve Nash.
- Basketball analogy. - I get it.
I can clean this up-- it's just a question of Gaussian filtering and OCR.
All right, Coach.
Let's hear the play.
Okay, imagine a rainbow,
which is formed when a beam of white light
passes through drops of rainwater in the air and is refracted or bent.
Each color is separated into its components,
but when the moisture evaporates, so does the rainbow.
My algorithm acts like the raindrops by separating the ink on this paper
into its various components or shades of gray.
Now, I can get going on this right after the game.
John Curtis is going to be executed at midnight.
This might help prove his innocence.
Or I, uh... I can do it now.
Hey, sorry I'm late.
I just got the scouting report on our opponent's team.
Now, the good news is,
they're the worst team in their conference.
And... and the bad news is that, uh,
compared to us, they're, uh, great.
Uh, what are you doing now?
- Gaussian filtering. - What play is that?
It's kind of like a rainbow.
- Rainbow? - Mm-hmm.
Oh... oh, you mean the rainbow jumper?
Larry Bird used to shoot that way.
Okay, listen, don't leave Larry alone out there.
All right.
Don't think I've ever seen you like this.
Oh, please, you've killed more people in the line of duty than Wyatt Earp.
Yeah, well, that's a little different.
How you doing?
What, so it's okay for you to decide,
but not for 12 of your peers?
What are you about? Robin, I had no choice.
"Choice" is the operative word here-- I had to.
So, Don Eppes knows better than everyone else?
No, look, one is to save a life.
The other is, uh... it's state-sponsored revenge.
Good Book says, "An eye for an eye."
Ask your rabbi about that one.
Well, it's funny-- I actually did.
You know, there's a misconception about that.
It was about money; it wasn't about punishment.
I can have a car take you home if you want.
- I'm not carrying anything. - ???
Hey, don't touch me, man.
We got a problem here? Do we...
- Hey. ??? - Get your hands off me, man!
- I'm cool. - You don't seem very cool.
Check this out for me. You got anything on you?
- No. - Really?
Julien Curtis.
John's son-- he doesn't have a record.
Yet.
I'm here to say good-bye to my dad, okay? I'm not carrying.
All right, relax.
I got three inches of a knife blade in me.
When I was 12, a drug dealer came looking for my old man,
and I didn't give him up.
All right, fine. Just take it easy.
Hands up! Hands up!
Stop him! Stop him now!
Oh, no, no, no, no! Match up defense.
The computer's processing my algorithm,
but I've noticed our model for the defense based on
the Speedsters' strength just isn't working,
so I'm thinking we have corrupt data, Lawrence.
- I don't think it's the data, Charles. - We got it. We got it, guys.
We just need to give it some more time.
The match up defense works.
Uh, apparently not too well.
While I agree we are presently getting our asteroids kicked.
I think if you were here,
you'd see that-that panic is not the right course of action.
Oh, come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!
- ??? - Larry, I need to call Liz.
I'll be there in five.
There were no witnesses to Roger Webster's murder.
Forensics found skin under his nails that didn't match Curtis's,
and samples of blood were A-positive. Curtis was O.
According to this, eyewitnesses disagreed on the color of the car
seen near the reservoir where Webster's body was found.
One saw a black Rover, one saw a navy Rover.
And which color was Curtis's?
He drove a green Escalade.
So how did they convict this guy?
His confession.
Webster was coming out of work late.
I waited in the garage.
Oh, by the way, your security over there sucks.
Anyway, I took him at gunpoint up to the Hollywood reservoir.
But you know that.
That's where you found the body.
When we got up there,
I shot him in the back of the head.
He fell out of the car onto the ground.
He was still breathing, so I...
I kicked him in the head to keep him quiet.
After that, he was pretty much dead.
Okay, I would have voted guilty, too.
It could be a 51-50?
No, the shrink okayed him. He's right as rain.
Yeah, still,
with no real hard evidence linking Curtis to the crime scene,
if he didn't confess, he would have walked.
Yeah.
Get the ball... now! Man open! Man open!
All right. We need defense, defense.
Remember de...? Pick him up! Pick him up! Ooh.
Hey, Ref, call it both ways, Zebra!
What are you having, an ocular eclipse?
Take it easy, Larry.
Fill the lane!
You know what? Time out, Ref.
Time out! Cal Sci.
Come on, get in here, guys.
All right, now listen to me.
We're still in this thing. We just need to stick to the math.
Now, Pete, the angle of your jump shot is off the optimal trajectory,
so I need you to work on that, and J.J., man,
you're running the isosceles set way too high.
So, focus for me, all right? Now, get out there!
Let's go!
Oh. Blue Eagle Motion with relativity.
Uh, no, no. 3-2 pi motion.
No. They will expect that.
How can they expect it? We just made it up.
Would you call something already?
Blue Eagle, uh, uh, whatever.
Bad time?
Yeah. Uh, no. Here. This is as much as I could do.
All the information's there. You just need to sort through it, all right?
Now, show some hustle.
Grab the rebound! Ooh!
Nice legs, Counselor.
Want to come check out my briefs?
Don't. It only encourages them.
You're not used to this, are you?
I can handle it.
Agent Eppes.
Miss Brooks.
Welcome.
So, a man called me tonight. Told me he could prove you were innocent.
And you believe him?
Well, he died before I could find out.
But your gut tells you otherwise.
Your confession told me otherwise.
U.S. Attorney's office.
I get it. You and Webster.
Long lunches at the Baltimore.
The more you talk, the closer to death you get.
You know what four years of solitary teaches a man?
What's that?
There are things far worse than death.
So, this guy's name was Dr. Henry Stanley.
Means nothing to me.
Would you like me to tell you again?
Maybe I can clear your conscience?
I did it.
I killed Webster.
Quicker 12:01 comes, the better.
I agree.
I regret nothing.
I went home, took a bath and had a nice meal.
Something about this confession.
The results of the tire tracks from outside Stanley's office came back.
Get a load of this.
That matches a Dodge Charger, '09, just like you drive.
I have an alibi.
I was with you.
You see, here-here's where Granger would say something like,
"Well, don't count on me testifying for you in court."
You talk about him a lot.
Don't you have a girl you should be talking about instead?
Hey, thing is, this car--
weight distribution, axle differential-- it really is a police model.
- You're saying a cop shot at me? - No. I'm saying a cop was there
and left in a hurry.
Hey, you guys.
How was the game?
As good as they are at math,
that's how bad Larry and Charlie are at hoops.
So, Charlie was able to decipher it,
but what a mess, huh?
Some of these look like notes.
Could be patient names.
It's gonna take a while to untangle them and run them all.
"A while" is a luxury Curtis does not have.
Get the ball!
All right, pack line defense.
Oh! Hey!
Ref, that was flagrant.
Get off the court, or I'm giving you a technical.
You are as dense as a black hole.
What did you call me?
Your gravitational field is so dense,
electromagnetic radiation could not possibly escape.
Technical. Cal Sci coach.
- What did I say - Calm down.
All I did was call him a black hole.
You called him a black hole?
I thought doctors played golf all day.
This shrink must have seen about 50 clients a week.
All right, next.
Uh, Steve Olin.
Ooh.
Not unless being ugly's a crime.
- Next. - Uh, John Rho.
How come everyone in LA sees a shrink?
Ever try finding a parking spot at lunchtime?
Good point.
Okay, Charles Rollins.
Hmm. Things just got more interesting.
Our doctor had an appointment with Rollins the day he died.
Yeah. Assault, assault, assault. Manslaughter.
Finally. How?
Shot a man to death.
Says he was released last week.
Hey, what's that next to Rollins' name up there?
Uh, Danny Hill.
Hey that's not on the client list.
Hey, check this out.
Arresting detective in the Curtis case was Danielle Hill.
Maybe she was the one outside the shrink's office.
Stanley wanted to talk to her about something.
Let's find out what.
That's Tony Wolf, Curtis's attorney.
Hey, Tony.
- Hey. How you doing? - Ooh.
Look, if Curtis is working some angle here, I want to know about it.
Look, I didn't ask to come here, all right?
And yet, here you are.
Anti-capitol punishment groups.
Looking for that last-minute reprieve.
Put me on retainer years ago.
I should have said no years ago, but, you know.
And give up all those appeals, all that money.
Ha! Not enough for having to deal with Curtis.
I interviewed his family once without his permission.
I found a bullet in my mailbox the next day.
Okay, look, I'm not asking you to break any client-attorney oath,
but did Curtis ever give you any reason to believe that he was innocent?
Screw the oath.
Curtis is a killer, all right?
He told me about stuff he did.
One time he put an ice pick through a guy's...
Yeah. Everybody's better with him gone.
He did kill Roger?
Well, you were there. He confessed, right?
Textbook.
Swing around!
- Call-Call the team. - Is this the defense?
Watch the elbow. That's an elbow, Ref.
Charlie, I want to... No, not now. Not...
Hey, hands up! Terry? Terry, increase your volume.
Curtis's confession, okay-- it could prove his innocence,
but FBI techs-- they can't make heads or tails of it.
Okay, that's because your techs are analyzing his confession
for stress points and inconsistencies.
Hey, how many steps you going to allow him?
Five? Six? N plus three?
Okay, All right, and-and they should be doing what?
The key is to compare Curtis's statement against other auditory examples from his past
to look for irregularities in the speech pattern.
That's a pentagon, and I'm asking for an equilateral triangle.
Imagine I'm a basketball player?
All right. All right.
In order for a shooter to have en effective jump shot,
you need three elements to work as one--
his arm needs to be in an L position,
his knees must bend,
and the shooter's hand has to follow through.
All these components combine to put the proper arc and rotation on the ball,
ensuring it will go through the net if done correctly.
But it one part fails, the shot does, too.
In a similar fashion,
our voice is made up of three essential parts--
cognitive, emotional and physiological.
When we tell the truth, they work in harmony,
- but when we lie... - They break down.
Exactly. I won't be able to determine with 100% accuracy,
but I should be able to pinpoint irregularities in Curtis's speech pattern,
- if they exist. - All right.
- Hey, - Thanks.
D up, Wang.
Ah...
genuine imitation Gucci shoes walking.
Must be the marshals.
FBI. But nice outfit.
Hey, I remember when I wasn't allowed to dress myself either.
That's funny.
You made a case against John Curtis four years ago.
Looking forward to tonight.
Is that why you guys are here?
Oh, brother. Don't tell me, now that it's dying time,
he's saying I forced his confession.
Tire tracks.
Dodge Charger, just like the model you drive.
Yeah, we found them outside of Dr. Henry Stanley's office earlier.
Don't you guys have the same ride?
Our name wasn't listed on a dead doctor's legal pad next to an ex-con named Rollins.
Circled.
Mm... I was after him.
- Who? - Big Chucky Rollins.
I just put that fat slob away
and the judge overturned his conviction two weeks ago.
What'd the doc want with you?
Chucky was probably complaining about me.
I've been all over his ass since he got out of prison.
Any idea where we can find him?
McDonald's, Burger King, a trough.
I swear, that guy can't go an hour without eating.
LAPD got a tip Big Chucky's been crashing here.
This guy must be 350 pounds soaking wet.
Hard to believe he could fall off anyone's radar.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
FBI. Hands where I can see 'em.
I want to see some hands.
Come and get me.
Listen, big guy, don't make me shoot you, okay?
You can't shoot me, I'm unarmed.
Good point. Cover me.
Bring on the pain.
Not so tough now, are you?
????
part of my parole agreement.
And when you left him?
He was most definitely alive.
You were the last patient he saw today.
Marge Simpson, let's get something straight.
I was there to save a life, not take one.
What are you talking about?
John Curtis didn't kill no lawyer.
I was with him that night.
That's a little convenient--
you coming in at the bottom of the ninth.
Where were you at his trial?
Boss told me to get, so I did.
He told you to let him dangle.
Oh, Chucky, you're full of it.
You know what Curtis is capable of?
You don't question his orders.
The man was not within a mile of that lawyer that night.
I can't figure this out.
I say scam. Curtis pulls the murder,
knows he's going to get caught eventually,
so he confesses, does four years, and now he's planning on skating.
Small price to pay for killing a man.
That's a pretty shaky game plan.
Big Chucky can sign a sworn statement and pass a polygraph,
but as long as Curtis sticks to his confession,
no judge is going to give a stay of execution.
So do you think his confession is legit?
I think we have a murder to solve-- Stanley's--
and if the key to that is Curtis's confession,
then we have to keep on digging.
Stop that guy.
Oh, hey, hey, guys, hey, smile, smile.
It's going to be all right.
Hey, Larry, I'm sorry. It's just this case.
No, listen, a man's life hangs in the balance,
and this was all just an experiment of sorts.
Well, thank you for understanding.
Um, listen, I know things are rough out there,
but I think in the second half, we have a real good shot.
- I mean, we just got to... - Okay, sounds good.
Where are you going?
Well, in the words of Douglas MacArthur...
- You shall return? - Americans never quit.
That's not helpful.
Larry's never abandoned me before.
Well, you did leave him first, you know.
Um, so, so, what now?
I got to get back to my office.
Wait a minute. Who's going to coach the team, Charlie?
Nuh-uh. No.
An innocent man may die tonight unless you blow this whistle.
Okay, uh...
who among you is familiar with the old Indiana weave?
All right, so what am I looking at here?
All right, see those wavy lines?
They indicate Curtis's habitual speech pattern.
Okay, so they're all over the place.
Meaning that he wasn't completely honest in his confession.
What, like it was forced?
Not necessarily.
You see, these emotive factors are more indicative of someone under duress.
Like someone was beating him with a phone book?
No, no, if that were the case, there'd be more internal pressure.
Fear or anger would show up on my results.
All right. Thanks, Charlie.
So?
Well, I mean, you're not going to like this,
but he says the confession is bull.
Your brother doesn't use the word "bull."
You're right, he was rambling on about emotive factors or something,
- but that was the gist of it. - He can prove this?
Mathematically.
I mean, is that good enough for you?
Forget me. How about the Supreme Court, Don?
Robin, look, it says right here the guy was convicted on partial DNA.
I was there, and with his confession, it became 100%.
If the confession is a lie...
You're going to need a lot more than the genius of Charlie Eppes
to set this guy free.
You're going to need hard evidence.
You're that convinced that he's guilty?
You're that convinced that he's innocent?
How many times do I have to tell you I killed the man?
What, you couldn't put up with the nightmares all of a sudden?
I couldn't deal with Webster's son on TV,
begging for someone to find his father.
And that's enough for you to give up the whole life--
the babes, the cars, all that?
You ever see a James Cagney movie where he plays an old gangster?
You know why?
There's no such thing.
If I would've kept going at the rate I was going,
I would have ended up in the street dead somewhere.
I've heard enough.
Hey, Brooks, Brooks.
Come here.
I want to tell you something about your friend Webster.
You know, he died screaming and begging for his life,
and that's an image I cannot silence in my head.
- Robin, come on. - No matter how hard I try.
You know, the drugs don't always work.
- Robin. - They say it feels like
- you're suffocating. - Let's go.
I hope you suffer,
- you son of a bitch. - Come on.
I can't believe that you're fighting to keep this guy alive.
You want to know why? I'll tell you.
The first time I killed a man,
I became a very different person, okay?
I was working fugitives. This lifer goes over the wall,
kills a mother of three, steals her car.
We get a drop on the location and we kick in the door,
and the guy grabs a gun, some hooker he's with.
I was fourth in line.
Everyone else there had enough experience to hesitate.
I put two rounds right in the guy's head.
This where the value of life comes in?
That was the moment I knew this was what I was meant to do,
but I also knew that if I were ever wrong,
I'd probably blow my own brains out.
You really don't feel right about Curtis?
I don't have my finger on the trigger here.
Come on, we can do it now, we can do it now.
Keep the ball moving.
- That's it! - Hey, I don't recognize
that as one of our plays.
Because it's not; it's called the weave.
Same way CCNY won the NCAA and the NIT titles in the same year.
Didn't they cheat? Yeah, but they played hard.
I mean, blood and sweat can't be replaced by,
- uh, statistics and, and... - Bisects.
Bisects, exactly. Bisects.
Don't feel too badly; we're still going to lose.
- Come on, you guys! - It's not the losing.
It's the fact that an innocent man could be put to death in 90 minutes.
I said stand your ground!
I have to go.
I should have seen that coming.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
My job.
Guy's killed ten people, probably more,
we never had enough evidence to convict him on.
This time we did.
Listen, that might be the way you interpret the rules.
That doesn't work for me.
Oh, brother, Roger was like you.
By the book, always thinking everyone had a good side.
The two of you.
We were both married at the time.
I could never tell anyone.
I couldn't even go to his funeral. His wife was suspicious enough already.
So this is a little bit more than personal.
You married?
Yeah, so you don't know.
Curtis is dying tonight.
There's nothing you or anyone else can do about it.
So anyway, buddy, I'm just calling to make sure everything is cool.
All right, give me a call when you can.
Is that Colby?
No.
- Wait, did you just call him "baby"? - I said "buddy," all right?
I was just calling to update him on the case.
Is that okay?
Maybe you should try JDate or something.
Is there a purpose for you coming over here?
Charlie got the results.
These are the photos of Roger Webster
after he was found at the bottom of the Hollywood reservoir.
You'll notice the weights to prevent his body from moving.
Well, this isn't exactly new, Charlie.
All right, well, here are images of the footprints...
That the FBI concluded belonged to the killer.
- Exactly. - And this helps us...?
It helps us because by looking at the various imprints
and the resting spot of Webster's body,
I can determine the height and weight of the killer--
well over six feet, 200 pounds.
Which is nowhere close in size to Curtis's frame.
What's that?
That's the depth of the left print,
which indicates the killer highly favored his left side.
Like compensated?
Yeah, my best guess is some kind of trauma to his hand or his arm.
I got three inches of a knife blade in me.
Or shoulder.
LAPD kicked in Julien's door. Place was completely empty.
"Leaving town" empty?
He must have figured we were on to him.
No offense,
but the governor's still going to need more than a scar and Don's gut.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what about a phone bill and Don's gut?
Check this out. Julien's phone records next to his father's.
Calls his dad every night.
Talks for a minimum of five minutes.
Except for on the 22nd. They talked for 15 seconds.
That's the night that Webster was killed.
Wait, look at the time.
Webster's approximate time of death was 10:50.
This call was ten minutes later.
Closest cell tower puts Julien near Hollywood Reservoir.
Maybe he called to brag to Daddy.
But Daddy was smart enough to get him off the line.
And then, he takes the hit for the kid,
confesses so his son doesn't have to go to the chair.
That's some kind of family love.
Calling the governor's office.
Why don't you let me die in peace?
Human DNA has 48 markers.
The blood on Webster matched 24 of yours.
You done?
No, you see, a child has exactly half the same DNA as their parent.
It was your kid who killed him.
You got nothing.
So, Angels With Dirty Faces?
Cagney goes yelling to the chair to prove a point to the kids, right?
You know...
I watched my father get gunned down right in front of me.
I couldn't even go to his funeral and cry.
You know why?
Because I was too busy fighting off three families
that wanted to destroy mine.
My grandfather shot a police captain in the head
during his promotion ceremony in front of 200 officers.
Now, that's what it means to be a Curtis.
Julien...
...he's no Curtis.
Oh, so this is your way of protecting him?
Sixty-four.
I've got 64 bodies on my hands,
and tonight, it all ends.
Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to be alone.
- Hey. - Any word from the governor?
His man's reviewing the evidence,
but ballistics came back on the gun that was used to kill the shrink.
It was used in a triple murder five years ago.
That's Che Ray-- I remember him.
Real nasty dude. Used to shoot at cops.
They recovered the gun.
Put into LAPD evidence, never destroyed.
Arresting officer...
was Danny Hill.
Hill's case, she had access to the evidence locker.
Right. She follows Rollins, realizes he might spring Curtis,
the guy responsible for her lover's murder.
Love makes you do crazy things.
You stole the gun from Evidence.
That the best you can do?
No, no, no. We can do a whole lot better.
Stanley called you five times and left you messages you never returned.
He told you about the possibility
that Curtis was innocent, but you didn't want to hear it,
so Stanley called us.
And then, you called Julien.
How long have you known that Julien killed Roger Webster?
Three years ago,
the ACLU brought up Curtis's case for appeal.
I looked through the files,
I firmed up my testimony...
when I had a suspicion that Julien killed Webster to make his bones with Daddy.
I confronted Julien.
I looked him right in the eye,
and I got my answer that day.
What about the dead shrink?
All I did was tell Julien to stall him until after the execution.
Killing Stanley, shooting at you guys, was all Julien.
And you're allowing the killer of the man you love to go free?
The kid is a symptom.
John Curtis is the one responsible for Roger's death.
And trust me, Julien is not going free.
He is watching his father get killed
because he is too much of a coward to do anything about it.
And guess what? You guys have to go arrest him,
because you have no choice.
- All right. - com'on
- D up, D up. - Defense, defense.
- Isosceles, isosceles. - Keep your hands up-- hands up!
- Isosce... - Oh, no..
Four minutes to go, we shouldn't be trading shots.
We need tighter D.
No, you know what we need?
- We need a miracle. - Yeah.
- I think I see one. - Huh?
Maybe I've been drinking too much Gatorade,
but I think I see it, too.
But isn't that...
- I believe so. - Coach Eppes,
I'd like you to meet my two new TAs.
That would be Jordan Farmar and Pau Gasol.
Let me see this.
Hey, Larry, you realize these guys play for the Lakers?
Yeah, do you think any of them are going to know that?
Well, yeah. They're professional basketball players.
- Oh. - Uh, Coach,
what's the pi triangle?
Ah, you like that?
- I, uh... I based it on an algorithm... - No, no. Actually, looking at it,
it's pretty much the dumbest thing I've ever seen in my life.
That's fine.
Uh, what would you recommend calling?
Have the team run to one side of the floor.
Let Jordan and me take care of the rest.
- Yeah. - Yeah, I like that.
- Sure. - That's a great plan.
Why don't you check in?
You're going to hook us up, right, Professor?
- Absolutely, guys. - All right.
I met them at one of Coach Jackson's mandatory monastery retreats.
Yeah, they must be in touch with their inner Zen, huh?
What exactly did you promise them?
- A ride in the space shuttle. - What?
- You can do that? - Are you kidding?
They'll never pass the height requirement.
Most of us astronauts are actually very low to the ground.
All right, Chang, Nichikawa... let's hit the bench.
Get out of the game, off the court.
All right, guys.
Here we go.
- Oh! - Yeah, that's it.