2x01 Judgment Call

Larry: Well, this is where all the fun is, huh? Charlie: Professor Fleinhardt. Amita: Hey, Larry. Charlie: This is Megan Reeves, she's working with Don. Larry: Oh, hi, I hope you don't mind. Megan: Oh, no, not at all. You realize all your food is white? Larry: Mm-hmm, yes, I prefer white food. Megan: Why is that? Larry: Super symmetry. It's a theory that describes the nature of connectivity in complex, multi-dimensional space. Megan: You know, symmetry is also a term we use in the behavioral science to explain obsessive behavior. Larry: Oh ho, is it now? Megan: I have a two-year-old nephew who won't eat anything but pasta with butter. We're a little worried that he might be a budding scientist. Charlie: Larry has a tendency to live out his theories.

2x03 Obsession

Megan: Nice car, Dr. Fleinhardt. Is it new? Larry: Well, in the sense that it's newly in my possession. Megan: And it's like a...'32? Larry: '31, actually, dawn of an amazing decade: FDR, Jesse Owen, Dierach's prediction of anti-particles. *sighs* Yeah, our souls were rekindled. Charlie: I can't help but see it as seventy-year-old technology. Larry: You're just jealous because you can't drive a stick shift. Charlie: Hey, nothing beats automatic transmission with cruise control. Amita: Charlie tells us you're looking for Skyler Wyatt's stalker. Megan: Yeah, her security video didn't pick up his image and I understand that camera placement is done by math formulas. Well, whoever designed it probably isn't as good as you, so...maybe you'll find something they missed? Charlie: Hmm, Larry, a more modern pursuit. Megan: Gentlemen? Charlie: Hi, how's it going? Yeah, um, we're making progress. Not much yet, but there is something. Megan: Well, anything that could help with height, build, maybe coloration. Charlie: We have a better outline, let me show you. Megan: Oh, okay, that's something. Charlie: And, in this image, he may not have the nylon on over his head. Larry: Yeah, so with further enhancement, we could maybe see some facial features. Megan: Oh, that would be really helpful. But, how are you gonna build an image out of nothing at all? Larry: Well, that's what we do in astronomy. We capture tiny amounts of data from powerful radio telescopes, we use 'em to construct images of entire galaxies light years distant. Megan: And that's the same math as this? That's pretty amazing. Larry: Yeah. Megan: What's the best we can hope for? Charlie: Well, there's almost no limit to how much a photo can be enhanced. In fact, you only get into deeper math the more you try. Larry: All it takes is math that hasn't been done yet. Megan: Oh, okay, are we working on the case or are we trying to win a Nobel prize? Larry: There is no Nobel prize for mathematics. Megan: Really? You're kidding. Larry: They say that Alfred Nobel's mistress had an affair with a very famous mathematician, so, naturally, Nobel wouldn't want to share his prize with his rival. Megan: So, all you math guys are aced out because one of you is good in bed? Megan: I thought you'd never ask. *hands stalker's letters over and walks over to Larry's car; softly* Wow. *normal voice* You know, the thing about this car, it's such a classic design in engineering, it's more like a work of art than a vehicle. Larry: Yes! I was saying the exact same thing! Megan: Dr. Fleinhardt, you have to promise to take me for a ride in your car. Larry: Okay, yeah, we could tootle around in the parking lot together, certainly. Megan: *grins* Okay. Larry: Sure. *glances at her moonily*

2x08 In Plain Sight

Larry: But this agent was killed, right? Charlie: Yes. Larry: Well, she's gonna feel responsible. Charlie: I was there. It was clearly not her fault. Larry: But this degree of traumatic experience would disturb even the most stable of homo-sapiens. This does not even take into account the double X chromosome situation. Charlie: Situation? Larry: Yeah. You know, women have two X chromosomes, men have an X and a so-called Y? But I think, if you examine them closely, you'll find, as I have, that the Y is really just an X with a piece missing. Charlie: Implying what? Larry: Well, since I'm missing that very piece, I may not be qualified to answer, but I think it has something to do with, you know, they're just more sensitive. Charlie: Or that they can bear children? Larry: Eh, yeah, well. That, too, I guess. *pauses* Do you think it's inappropriate if I was to send her flowers? Larry: I opted for sending Megan seven aromatic white tuberoses anonymously. Charlie: Well, what good is it if she doesn't know it's you? Larry: Well, I'm a physicist, Charles. I believe she'll still feel the cloud of virtual possibility surrounding her, even if she's not yet identified the particle. Charlie: You're talking about vibes. Larry: Yeah, well, somewhat crudely put. Charlie: Oh, wait, yeah, that's my fax machine. I asked Don to send me Lamberg's photo. Larry: Curiosity: not great for cats, but very good for scientists.

2x09 Toxin

Megan: Riveted, huh? Larry: I just wanted to make sure I knew what I was talking about. Megan: I've never heard you when you didn't. Larry: This was a meal shared by two inquisitive minds in an intellectual pursuit. Charlie: Of course it was. Like all your lunches with David. Oh, and with Colby. Larry: A gamma ray burst will release more energy in 10 seconds than the sun will emit in its entire 10 billion-year lifespan. Don: W-wait I got it. What's the Hulk's real name? Charlie: Uh, Bruce Banner Don: That's right. I mean, didn't gamma rays turn him into the Hulk? Larry: They come from the furthest ends of the universe and, after 45 years, we are still uncertain of their origin. Alan: And? Larry: And we're closer to an answer on that than the three of you are ever gonna to get on this. *leaves* Charlie: Megan? Don: And Larry. Alan: Now there's an image.

2x10 Bones of Contention

Megan: I have these calculations that we got from Hill's office and a list of references that were stolen from Clearwater's house, but that's it. Larry: Hey, already, I recognize this equation. It's used in water current analysis. Yes, used in the study of the planets, determining how they might have looked in the past, how they may look in the future. Charlie: These equations can tell us the effect of water flow on topography Megan: Well, he also stole some tribal histories and population studies. Larry: Wait, wait, wait. Topography, population studies. Megan: Yes, why? Charlie: You think he may be doing a settlement pattern analysis? Larry: Yes, trying to infer where Native American settlements might have been located. Megan: Does that mean he's looking for more remains? Charlie: Well, if he no longer has the skull, there's no other way for him to document his find. Megan: So, could you duplicate his work from this? Could you tell me where he's gone digging? Charlie: I think the best method would be Voronoi diagrams? Larry: Yes, Voronoi diagrams, yeah. Used in astronomy, biology, geography... Charlie: ...and archeology, where they're used as a system for showing the influence of a particular feature on a given set of geographic sites. So, it's like, with a chain of fast food restaurants? The location of each restaurant within a city is mathematically determined by the location of other restaurants in the chain. So, in very simple terms, the Voronoi diagram partitions the areas around restaurants into cells, where every person living within that cell, the restaurant defining that cell would be the closest place to get a cheeseburger. So, we do the same thing with ancient water sources. We try to find other, desirable natural features, to find the most likely settlement sites. But, in order to do that, I'm gonna need all the information he took from Clearwater's house. Megan: Well, Clearwater can't be the only tribal elder with that information.

2x12 The O.G.

Megan: Professor Fleinhardt! Larry: Oh, Agent Reeves. Megan: So, he's trying to take out as many gang members as possible. But wouldn't that also endanger members of his own gang? I mean, they're surely going to be the target of the retaliation. Larry: You see, now you're making this rather large assumption. I mean, how do we know that the shooter is a gang member?

2x13 Double Down

Megan: I just think there's something more here than a robbery gone wrong. Don: I see what you're saying. Charlie: Hi, guys. Megan: *sees Larry, quietly, smiling* Hi. Charlie: Larry has something he'd like to say to you all.

2x14 Harvest

Megan: *knocks on open door* Wow, this doesn't look good. I assume you guys haven't found anything yet? Charlie: No, well, you know, we were only working with a 25% chance of success to begin with. Amita: An absence of proof is not the same thing as a proof of failure. Larry: Yeah, she's right about that. Megan: She's right about what? Charlie: Well we don't know that Santi isn't a match for her sister. We only know that we aren't getting any results from this current set of patients. Megan: Well, David and Colby found some data on the patients listed on Tolchuk's computer in the morgue. Amita: Let me see. Charlie: This is a potential list of customers? Megan: We think so. Larry: Our elusive black marketeers? Amita: We have a match. Larry: Thank God. Megan: Well, now that we know where the kidney's going, all we need to do is find Santi's sister before she gets there.

2x15 Running Man

Don: What do you make of this Ron Allen kid? Megan: Well, his life's story would make a hell of a movie. Larry: Re-make of The Wrong Man, perhaps? Megan: Hey. Larry: The administration is asking me and other project managers to suspend Ron from all lab work 'til your investigation is completed. Megan: Well, that might be a good idea, Larry. The theft of a DNA synthesizer is not a simple one. In the hands of a hostile government, it could be used to create an avian flu virus; this could be one of the worst WMD threats our country has faced. Larry: Listen, I appreciate the seriousness of this theft, but now, to my knowledge, you have no evidence that links Ron to this, this crime. Don: Hey, Larry, this is an on-going investigation, here. Larry: You are casting a black cloud over a young man who's faced tremendous odds. A young man whose promise at such a young age is incalculable. David: A young man who isn't real.

2x17 Mind Games

Charlie: That's cheating. Hey! You're not allowed to do that! Megan: Hey, guys. Charlie: Hey. Larry: Hey! Charlie: Ah! Megan: Ooh. I don't want to interrupt your victory. Larry: Well, that would imply that we're actually doing something. Megan: *quiet chuckle/giggle* Charlie: What's goin' on? Megan: I wanted to see if you knew anything about the CIA's Stargate Program. I thought, maybe with your NSA clearance, you might have seen something somewhere? Charlie: Sure, Stargate: a ludicrous waste of taxpayer money. Larry: No, no, no. Don't be so quick to villify here. I've done a little research myself and I think that it had some merit, okay? The CIA recruited individuals who demonstrated psychic ability. *points over his shoulder at Charlie, who's mocking it* Don't. They trained them in something called 'remote viewing' And with some success, I might add. President Carter recounts a time when a state department plane went down in the central African jungle, a California psychic intuited the exact latitude and longitude of the crash site, led the search team right to it. Charlie: These yahoos also removed the vocal chords from goats, stared at the goats for hours on end in an attempt to try to kill them with their thoughts. Megan: Samuel Kraft was a part of Stargate. Charlie: Megan-- *indicates Larry* --this good man, here, is obviously too far gone to be saved, but please tell me you're not buying Kraft's story as well. Megan: He said some things to me. Larry: What kind of things? Megan: He just, uh, knew things about me. Charlie: You know what? He tried that with me. All it means is that he spent an hour or two googling you. Megan: You know, these were just things you can't look up anywhere. *pause* I, um, I haven't talked to my father in ten years. Larry: Okay, why is that? Megan: Well, you know, he just, had some expectations for me that I wasn't ever gonna meet. But, how does Kraft know that? Charlie: Because, I must admit, he's really good at what he does. He throws out a few vague statements, but remember, it's your willingness to believe him that fills in the blanks. Larry: Now there's an unscientific assumption. Charlie: A supportable theory at least. Larry: Supported by what? Your own pronouncements. Charlie: Then are you ready, Fleinhardt? Ready to put your 'black magic' to the test? Larry: Eppsie, I was born ready. Megan: He failed. Charlie: See that? How bad? Megan: 25 cards, he got them all wrong. Charlie: All of them? Megan: *nods* Larry: Well, the odds of getting them all wrong are the same as getting them all right. Must be-- Charlie: One in 33.5 million. Larry: That man is playing with us.

2x19 Dark Matter

Megan: Coincidence? Larry: Well, as a prominent cosmologist once said, coincidence is the last refuge of the uninspired. Megan: *amused smile* What cosmologist said that? Larry: *shrugs and glances at picture of Ron Allens and Justin Pryce* Hey, are these the two shooters? Don: Yeah, the kid on the right is the other one we think might be. Why? Larry: I know this place. This is an all-night cyber-caf�. Yeah, they got a retro version of Asteroids here. I quite enjoy it. Megan: Karen Camden said the DMG kids were teased for being cyber geeks. If they're hiding out, they'll probably go someplace comforting. Larry: Oh, Evolution is a cruel mistress. Human intellect grows unbounded while our emotional maturity is sadly behind. Charlie: Larry? Larry: It's just, high school will always be high school. The jocks versus the geeks, the popular versus the ostracized. Charlie: I remember. Larry: Yeah, but time was, we would solve our differences with fists, not automatic weaponry. Amita: Times change. It's not just guns: RF ID chips and tracking systems. Larry: If this weren't the new millennium, I'd say it's all very 1984. Charlie: Hmm. You know, Megan feels the same way. *pause* Speaking of, what was the smile that she gave you all about? Larry: *softly* I don't know. *normal voice* It was her smile, why don't you ask her? Amita: Wait a second, can someone clue me in here? Larry: You know, the fact is, for some time now, though it's not my specific discipline, I have felt a certain...chemistry with Megan. Amita: Which you've kept fairly well under wraps. Larry: Precisely why my next overture will be more overt. Amita: You're going to ask Megan out, Larry? Larry: Yeah, I don't know. Given our disjointed universes, I am fearful. *pause* What is it, Charlie? Megan: More files, sorry team. Amita: Oh, it's okay. Charlie still has to look at the data for my solar physics presentation. Megan: Thank you, and you still think you can do this in one day? Charlie: Yeah. Using my support vector classifier, yeah, sure. See, the algorithm's going to go through it all, okay: grades, activities, disciplinary actions... To evaluate traits ascribed to the FBI school shooter profile. Megan: Still seems like a really tall order. Larry: You know, Michelangelo always said that sculptures already existed, it was merely up to him to release them from their prison. Charlie: Yeah, well, what he means is that this process is a lot like that of a sculptor. Preserving only what's relevant to the image that he sees, a sculptor chips away at a block. Well, in this case, this algorithm tells the computer which details from the public records to keep and which to chip away at, which to discard as irrelevant, until slowly, an image appears from this massive block of data which, you know, if we're lucky, will correlate with an already-existing image: the profile of a random school shooter. Megan: Well, I know a lot of women would like to get a hold of your algorithm and run it against the personals to find the perfect man. *looks right at Larry as she says the last two words* Charlie: Oh, hey, you said we were supposed to do something earlier, remember? Amita: What? Charlie: You said it, we're supposed to do it, let's go. Amita: Right. Charlie: See ya! Amita: Bye! *they leave* Megan: What was that about? Larry: *silent sigh* Merely a very crude attempt at lending privacy. *deep, steadying breath* At the risk of sounding embarrassingly misguided, would you care to join me for dinner, or a show, perhaps, or maybe even some terpsichorean pleasure? Megan: *small laugh* I don't know what the third one means, but dinner sounds nice. Larry: *stands up* Okay. Megan: *nervous laugh* On one condition, though: you have to take me for a ride in the car. Larry: Delighted. Megan: Call me. Larry: I will call you. Megan: *small laugh; leaves* Larry: *watches her go* Larry: Still revisiting high school, Charles? Charlie: Just mapping our shooters' third route. Got a date, huh? You don't seem too excited. Larry: Mine is an inner frenzy. Like some highly agitated molecular brew. I can't even settle on a restaurant. Charlie: Uh, well, Italian's always romantic. Larry: Uh, well, the kinetics of angelhair and red sauce is too much of a challenge, I'm afraid. I think I'd prefer not to wear a bib. Charlie: *laughs* I think you need to loosen up, you know. Free your molecules and your ass will follow. Larry: Oh, yeah, well, sound advice. *gets up and walks over to map of school* Amita: *enters* I just ran Gregory Dietrich's student file through analysis. He's the leader of the DMG. He scored off the charts on the FBI's school shooter profile. Charlie: Hey, our algorithm came through, my man. Larry: *doesn't answer, still contemplating map* Charlie: Larry, still debating the complexities of canneloni? Larry: No, I'm just considering the complexities of shooter three's route. Larry: Charlie, your advice: "Free your molecules." I made a reservation for Megan and I at an Ethiopian restaurant. Charlie: Ethiopian. On Fairfax. Thinkin' outside the box. Larry: Wish me luck. Larry: *waiter pours him wine* Oh, that's, no, that's sufficient. Thank you. So, the last time I had Ethiopian food, I was at a conference on Bondi Accretion in Addis Abeba. *Megan laughs* What? Oh, am I being tedious? Megan: No! No, uh, tedious would be uh, a week at Quantico studying note-taking skills at a crime scene. *pause* Oh, speaking of which, I heard you and Charlie went down to the school? Larry: Yeah, it was horrific. I just kept thinking all the while, if I could only you know, corral a wormhole, go back in time, and just, talk to these young men before they did it. Megan: And what would you say to them? Larry: I would say, "High school is ephemeral and, I don't know if the meek inherit the earth, but Bill Gates and the Google guys, you know, they did all right. Megan: *nods* You seem to have done well. Larry: *scoffing noise* No, well now, but in high school? I don't think you and I would have been at the same table. In fact, I wasn't even permitted a table. Megan: *laughs* I was kind of a mess in high school. Larry: Yeah? That surprises me. Megan: It was a surprise to most people, particularly my parents, who could, you know, barely show their faces at the country club for a while. Larry: Oh, no, country club? You're one of those. Megan: *laughs* Social Register, too. Larry: You're full of surprises, you know that? So this, this FBI thing-- why did you become a G-man? Megan: Well, it's a little more complicated, but I have three older sisters and I was my father's last chance at having a son. I can play every ball game known to man. As I got older, it just got harder to switch gears. In fairness, I should say that the FBI has given me the greatest sense of equilibrium I've ever felt. On most days. Larry: You seem a little distracted tonight. Megan: It's just the case. You know, Charlie's math proves that our main suspect does fit the profile for a school shooting, but his math also shows us that our shooter number 3 wasn't on a shooting rampage. Larry: I'm failing to see the inconsistency. Megan: The first two shooters fit the profile of a school shooter. They show unbridled rage. This third shooter was calculated. It was a planned attack, it's indicative of a whole other motive. Larry: You know, in cosmology, when faced with logical inconsistencies, I like to fall back on an old chestnut. "If you don't like the answer, ask a different question." Don: 6 AM, I get a call from Charlie saying you got some new angle on the case? Megan: It was something that Larry said to me over dinner last night. Don: Wait, wait, you and Larry had dinner last night? Megan: *literally tries to grab the words from the air and stuff them back in her mouth* No. They discuss the case for a few minutes. Don: Where'd you have dinner? Megan: *shakes head and goes into the building*

3x01 Spree

Alan: By the way, since you sold your house, where have you been living? Larry: Um, various people's sofas, the car, my office sometimes. Alan: You mean you're homeless? Larry: No, no, no. Just without an address. Intentionally so. I've just come to realize that, um, committing oneself to a permanent space just constrains one's intellectual vista. Last week, I spent several nights in the mountains, contemplating the heavens--this from a non-cosmological point of view--for the first time in years. Alan: Hmm. And, uh, how does Megan feel about this vagabond style of yours? Larry: Well, I've had to explain to her that there's got to be some sort of a firewall, if you will, between one's romantic aspirations and the larger life goals. Alan: You're in check. Larry: Oh, yeah, so I am. Alan: Larry, I going to give you the same advice I've given to all the geniuses I know. Larry: Which is? Alan: Don't be an idiot. Larry: *softly* Yeah. Larry: 17 years old and his future is already a foregone conclusion. I mean, how fearsome a thought that is, that a single choice can determine a destiny. Megan: Buck Winters or Crystal Hoyle's destiny? Larry: One is essentially a child, the other a fully-formed adult. Megan: Formed around a 15-year-old girl who made the sort of bad decisions a 15-year-old girl can make, and then those decisions stay with you for the rest of your life. Larry: I am detecting here, an authority that transcends the theoretical. Megan: Um, I didn't run away from home, but I didn't walk, either. Unlike Crystal, I can live with all of my decisions. I don't even regret most of them. *pauses* Does that make you uncomfortable? Larry: Listen, I live in hotel rooms, I sleep on office sofas. Does that make you uncomfortable? Megan: No, I find it oddly attractive. Larry: *laughs* You continually put me in mind of the M-57 nebula. Both of you with these layers upon layers of endless complexity. Megan: You know, I don't think I'm ever gonna tire of being compared to the M-57 nebula. Thank you for breakfast. I was way too wound up to go home. Larry: *smiles adorably* Walking out of the restaurant Megan: Hey, you should give me a call when your orbit comes back around. *nudges his shoulder with hers* Maybe towards my place sometime. They part ways.

3x02 Two Daughters

Don: What's the deal with Megan? Where is she already? Colby: I tried calling at her apartment and her cell phone. There's no answer. Don: Well, try Larry. David: We don't have a number for him and you know he's not listed, right? Colby: Wait, Fleinhardt? Don: Charlie! Colby: Are you kidding me? Fleinhardt and Megan? David: Yeah, man, for about a few weeks, now. Colby: So everybody knows? David: Everybody knows now. Colby: I can't believe she didn't tell me. Larry: We had breakfast, we said good-bye. David: What time was that? Larry: Oh, I don't know. 4:30, quarter to five. David: Did you notice anything else? Car maybe, somebody hanging around. Larry: No, I was focused on Megan. *pause* And that is not true. It's not true. I had my own agenda, my own need to return to my own intellectual orbit. What the hell is wrong with me? David: We're gonna get her back, Larry, okay? She's one of ours. Larry: If I just waited 15 minutes, followed her car home with my car. David: Larry, Megan is a decorated FBI agent. She's a black belt at krav maga, one of the best shots in this office. Larry: Wait--what-- Is this your artless way of saying that I lack the competence to defend her. David: It's my way of saying that on a good day, any one of us could be gotten to. Larry: Charles, why are you just sitting here? Charlie: 'M thinking. Larry: About? Charlie: Paredo improvements, shapely values, centipedes. Larry: You know, Charles, Megan is a captive and she may be gravely wounded. I think this might be a time for solutions, not these-these intellectual musings. Charlie: Larry, I'm every bit as concerned about her as you are. Larry: Oh, I doubt that. Charlie: But, for me to help, I need to maintain an even temper and a lucid thought process. So, your anxiety is understandable, but it's not helpful. Larry: Yeah, I know, I know. I'm just...clouded with emotion and I am perversely resenting you for your clear-headedness here. What can I do to help? Charlie: Right now... *hesitates* ...leave. Larry: *nods* I will do that. Larry: David, earlier today, in the throes of unprecedented anxiety and fear, I, uh, said some things and I used a word-- David: Artless. Larry: That's the word. I just want you to know, I apologize for, and thoroughly renounce the harshness of my language. David: You know, I have to admit, man, I thought I'd been called every name there was, but that was a new one, Larry. Megan: I have to find her, Larry. Larry: Crystal Hoyle? Megan: Her daughter. I mean, what's the difference if we catch every bad guy on earth if I can't save one innocent life from being ruined. Larry: Okay, granted, but where exactly are we going to do? Megan: I don't know. Benton is dead, all his files are gone. Crystal Hoyle may be the only person on the planet who knows where her daughter actually is. Larry: Right this way. *leave elevator* You know, in physics, we approach similar conundrums as inverse problems. Megan: You mean you start with the answer and work your way back to the problem? Larry: That's correct. Instead of exploring the psyche of the hunter, we look at the thought processes of the hunted. Megan: Okay, so we have a childless couple, desperate to start a family. Larry: So desperate, that they might turn a blind eye to the moral opprobrious means by which the child comes into their lives. Megan: Yes! You're right! They would try and erase all the emotional evidence. They would take possession by any acts of normalcy. Larry: Now, what? What acts? Megan: A birth certificate, a pediatrician, a social security number. Larry: But, you know, I'm forever looking outward for my miracles. Uh, comet Wilde-2, with its core forged in stellar flame, the spectral properties of supernova remnant 1713.7-3946, just the sheer magnificence of the Magellenic Clouds. I don't know, every once in awhile, I allow these, these outer wonders kind of blind me to the-the inner miracles that are occurring, transpiring every day, all around us. Megan: I didn't see any miracles today, Larry. Larry: No, no, no, but, you see, the tendrils that connect human beings--*he takes her hands*--one to another, they're just so...unlikely, so inherently, um, fragile. I-I think that it's a miracle that they even exist at all. *pause* I should shut up, shouldn't I? Megan: No. You should kiss me now. Larry: *barely audible* All right, of course. THEY KISS!

3x05 Traffic

Charlie: You still sleeping in your office? Larry: Yeah, sleeping, living. Cuts down on the morning commute. Charlie: You must find a new place to live. Larry: No. Charlie: You can't live out of your office. Larry: No, I'm not gonna be out there, choosing wall colors and toaster ovens! Look, I just wanna be thinking about gravity. Charlie: How do you expect to have company over? Larry: What company? Who? Charlie: Oh, I don't know what. What? Who? Megan maybe? Larry: Oh, oh, oh. Listen, if you propose to start discussing my love life, then I'm gonna find yours to be fair game. Charlie: Ah, point. Point to Professor Fleinhardt. Charlie: The symposium? Larry: I'm hoping to be unavailable, due to a pressing social engagement. Charlie: You're choosing dinner with Megan over string theory. Larry: The two are not incompatible.

3x06 Longshot

Larry: I never percuss for pleasure. Actually, I may have before me a problem that cannot be drummed away. Charlie: Larry, why don't you take a relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi? Larry: No. When it comes to matters of the heart, even Archimedes preferred a cold shower. Charlie: Megan? Larry: She's...she's exciting, and she's beautiful, and this thing that is between us, it's beginning to affect my work. Charlie: What is going on between you two? Larry: I have not the slightest idea. Charlie: Well, you never worked well with emotional uncertainty. Larry: Do you think that's it? Do you think emotional uncertainty lies at the heart of all this? Charlie: Really, I'm not as familiar with that side of you. Larry: No. Nor, it seems, am I. Megan: Speaking of dinner? *looks at Larry expectantly* Larry: I know, I'm sorry. I-I-I've just been so bogged down with-- Megan: Work. *nods understandingly* Larry: *shaving in his office* Megan: *opens the door & spots Larry, knocking on the door* Larry: Oh, hey, Megan. Megan: May I come in? Larry: Uh, yeah, yeah. Uh, um. *begins gathering up his toiletries* Just, um. *laughs sheepishly* It's a little unexpected. Megan: I know, I'm sorry, I really should have called. I just wasn't really sure I was coming here until I was already, um, here. Larry: That's fine. *puts his toiletries away* Megan: And Don said that Alan and Charlie went to the track? I take it you didn't go with? Larry: No, no, no. Gambling on animals. That's a messy business. No, no, I much prefer cards. I mean, there you have an appreciable structure, you know, played out in a graded tensor product space. Megan: Sounds like structure is pretty important to you. Larry: I'm sensing a more-than-casual inquiry. Megan: Well, I think what's been going on between us is pretty unstructured? Larry: *laughs* Well, yeah. I mean, look, we make baryogenesis look tidy. Megan: *laughs* I don't know what that means. Larry: Oh, I'm so sorry. It's an asymmetry between matter and antimatter which emerged shortly after the big bang. It's, yeah, it's baryogenesis. I think I'm finding that things between us are maybe just, uh, I don't know, um. Just a trifle free-form. Megan: And I'm guessing that's why you haven't called in awhile? Larry: Well, you see, Megan, I-I'm just finding this whole journey from 'I' to 'us', it's just a little more distracting than I originally anticipated. Megan: And I would have guessed that a guy that lives in his car wouldn't need that much structure. Larry: There's few things better organized than a 1931 Ford. Megan: *laughs* Listen, I'm not, um, making any demands-- Larry: And I'm not suggesting that you are. Megan: But, if you need a little more structure, I'm not necessarily opposed to that. Larry: You're not? Megan: Mm-mm, and if you can get past the distraction, there's a treffou retrospective this weekend. Larry: Okay, yeah, let much just check my planner. Megan: *nuzzles his cheek; whispering* I'll see you this weekend. Larry: Yeah, it looks clear. Colby: I tried to give you a call. Megan: Yeah, I got your message. *pauses* I was at CalSci. Colby: *nods* Oh, Larry. Megan: You're dying to ask, aren't you? Colby: No. Megan: *laughs* I think it's the unpredictability. Colby: I didn't ask. Megan: All right, you didn't ask. Colby: I do think, uh, you're a little bit of an odd pair, but... *trails off* Megan: Exactly. Larry: *walks out of the Eppes' bathroom in robe and slippers* Thanks again for the use of the tub, Alan. Alan: I'd say anytime, but you might think I meant it. Larry: No, no, I promise I won't make it a habit. Alan: I was kidding, Larry. You know, you're always welcome, anytime. Larry: Thanks. Alan: By the way, if you get tired of that nomadic lifestyle of yours, I, um, I do happen to have some, uh, brochures of, uh, condo developments. They're really great properties. Awhile back, I was thinking of taking one myself. Larry: It's so funny you're even mentioning this. Alan: Oh, really, how so? Larry: Because lately, I have been rethinking some of my earlier assumptions with regards to, well, pure intellectual endeavor. Alan: Oh, you figured out grown women won't make out in the backseats of cars, huh? Larry: Well, I don't know, I think I may have lost touch with certain important aspects of life in the real world. Alan: Hmm. Larry: Plus, my car--no backseat. Alan: Let me get you one of those brochures. Larry: What is it with me and structure? Do you find me awfully structured? Charlie: I don't--Why are you asking me this? Larry: Just humor me, here. Just answer this question. Charlie: *sighs* Well, on the one hand, you don't have a home. And, on the other, you eat monochromatically. Look, do you remember when I was an undergraduate in your quantum physics class. Larry: Yes, how could I ever forget? Charlie: That class was the first place that I learned about the paradoxes between quantum mechanics and general relativity. Larry: We're still in search of a theory to unify the two in a single explanation of gravity, but where were you headed with this? Charlie: There is no unifying theory for Larry Fleinhardt and I think Megan could very well be your own private gravity. Megan: Maybe it's just my own history speaking, but I like to think that Anne Kline grows up to be a cop. Larry: A cop? Did you and I just see the same movie? Megan: Well, you never know how things turn out. Larry: Well, I guess for some people that's, you know, that's part of the fun. Megan: And for you? Larry: *laughs* Clearly, I'm not some people. Megan: *laughs, draping her arm across his shoulder* So, go over the schedule with me one more time? Larry: Okay, dinner and a movie every other Friday, lunch on Thursdays--no, Wednesdays. Megan: And I get a wild card once a month? Larry: That's it, that's it, to use at your own discretion. Megan: And what do we call this? Larry: Oh, how about structured complexity? Megan: Okay. *chuckles* You know, I'm thinking of using my wild card. Larry: Oh, yeah? Megan: Yeah. Maybe for breakfast tomorrow. Larry: *considers that* Okay.

3x07 Blackout

Megan: *explaining why Larry's there* We were having dinner and the lights went out. Megan: *Larry comes up beside her* Hi. Larry: You look awfully contemplative. Pondering some mystery of the universe? Megan: *laughs* Hardly, I'm pondering the federal detention center. Larry: Oh, Charles said you suspect some possible jailbreak. Megan: Yeah, but there's 2,000 prisoners and I can't connect any of them to Donahue. I don't know who he was working for. Larry: How do you know Donahue was working for someone else? Megan: Well, there has to be someone else, someone murdered him. Larry: I'm not questioning whether someone else was involved. I think that much is a matter of certainty. Megan: Okay, now you're just confusing me. Larry: What I mean to say is: all along, you've been applying a sort of bottom-up analysis. It all started with the unfortunate gentleman who was electrocuted-- Megan: Alejandro Munoz. Larry: That's right, and then you worked your way up to Donahue. Now you're working up to someone above Donahue. Megan: That's standard procedure: we're always looking for the bigger fish. Larry: Yeah, but how do you know you're even fishing in the right direction? You see, in 1959, Richard Feynman gave a very famous lecture. It was called: 'There's Plenty of Room at the Bottom' and it altered the thinking of a whole generation of scientists because it changed their focus to thinking smaller and smaller instead of larger. Now, see, you've gone from Munoz to Donahue, and now you're looking even farther up the chain. Perhaps you need to go in the opposite direction. Megan: You're suggesting that the plan to crash the substation just started with Munoz. Larry: I think it's worthy of consideration. Megan: You're a genius. *kisses his cheek* Larry: Head of the class. Megan: *laughs*

3x08 Hardball

Megan: Twenty minutes ago, I was on the couch, watching Blazing Saddles in my pajamas, this better be good. Charlie: It's better than good. Larry: The red cowgirl PJs?

3x09 Waste Not

Megan: Hi, handsome. Larry: Hey, what are you doing here? *gasps* Oh! I'm sorry, is it Wednesday already? Did I miss our lunch? I'm sorry, forgive me. Megan: It's Monday. Larry: Oh! All right. Okay, I'll see you later. Megan: Hey! *gets up and runs after him* I just wanted to have a conversation. No lunch, no dinner. Larry: Is this a use of the wild card? Megan: I think I should get to use the wild card for something wild. 'Kay? Larry: Ooookay. Megan: I was thinking: you should come and stay with me. Larry: Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no. Oh, god, no. That would just be...untenable. Megan: Charlie said you're staying in a hotel. I have an extra room. Larry: That would be a serious breach of the protocol we so carefully and thoughtfully established. Megan: *pulls at a string hanging out of Larry's pocket* Larry: Oh, that's just my floss. No, no, I think that would mark the end before we've even really begun. Megan: I'm not gonna be there. Larry: Oh. Megan: I have to go stay with a witness for a couple days. You can use the space and sort out your life. It's just a friendly offer with no strings attached. Larry: Have you a bathtub? Megan: Why?

3x10 Brutus

Larry: Hi, can we come in? Don: Hey, how are you? Megan: Terrific! Where's Alan? Charlie: He's in Oakland until Monday. Yeah, he's over there consulting on a waterfront renovation project. Larry: Um. *whispers to Megan* I think we should wait on this. Megan: No, we can't wait. Amita: Wait for what? Megan: Um, Larry has some really big news. Larry: I'm leaving CalSci. I'm leaving Los Angeles, in fact. More specifically, I will be leaving the planet Earth, though I will remain in orbit. Megan: If you don't tell them, I'm going to. Larry: I will be on the next shuttle to the International Space Station which will be roughly three weeks from now. Charlie: *stunned* You are not. Don: Wait, wait, hold on. What? Larry: You must have suspected something. I mean, with my unorthodox living situations, my unexplained absences. Amita: I thought that was just you being you. Megan: *laughs* Don: You knew about this? Megan: Well, I knew he was taking more trips to Houston, but I never pierced the veil of mysteries. Larry: I guess my work in cosmic microwave background had some relevance to the NSA's satellite signals technology and they contacted me. Last...September? Charlie: Last September? Larry: Handshakes transpired, oaths were taken, and the long and short of it is, that I was made alternate payload specialist. Megan: He's going to be on the space shuttle for six months. Charlie: Why didn't you say anything? Larry: Because it was always such a long shot, but with the recent good fortune of the original payload specialist, Johannes Igby. Amita: Igby's Law. Larry: His new responsibilities sadly prevent him from taking his seat on the shuttle. Don: So, so, T-minus? Larry: Um, we're scheduled for departure on the 7th. I will be leaving for Houston next week for final training and flight physical. Don: Larry's got the right stuff! *Megan laughs* All right, I'll get some champagne. Amita: Congratulations, Larry. Larry: Thank you. Don: You all right? *Megan looks puzzled* About Larry? Megan: Yeah, well, it's hard to feel badly when you feel so proud, but yeah, the timing sucks. Why do you ask? Don: I don't know. Charlie seems to be struggling. I just thought, I'm just trying to take care of my own. Megan: Oh, well, that would explain the throbbing vein in the middle of your forehead. *rubs Don's forehead* Thank you. Don: Right, well, I'm here if you need me. *touches his forehead* Larry: Night of the 18th, I will be right there. Between Cancer and Leo Minor, visible for roughly 14 seconds. Megan: Hmm. I'll have to get a telescope. Larry: Oh, I guess I could pull strings. Get you access to CalSci's selastron. Megan: Maybe I'd like to watch you from my own bedroom. By myself. Larry: Listen, you know, I realize our relationship hasn't exactly been forward leaning. I do want you to know my heart will remain yours in my absence. Megan: While you're in a space capsule with three guys? *sighs* I should hope so. Larry: You know what I mean. Megan: I do know what you mean. But maybe for tonight, we should just lean forward a little. ANOTHER KISS!

3x11 Killer Chat

Larry: Imagine, a tortured psyche avenging some childhood slight, chooses houses that remind him of where he grew up. Completes the circle. Charlie: It's very Hitchcock. Amita: I would say it's very Megan. You two have been spending so much time together, your minds are melding. Larry: Well, of course we needed to maximize the hours, given that soon we'll be restricted to more, oh, creative communication. Charlie: *indicates the telescope Larry is fidgeting with* Is that part of the creative communications plan? Larry: You know, actually, somebody threw a wrench in the works in my attempts to secure the CalSci selastron. Megan and I have now devised a new arrangement. I will be able to look down at her as she is able to look up at me. Charlie: *Star Trek phone chirp; Larry pulls out a cell phone* Is that your... *Larry flips it open like they do in Star Trek* Wait a second, you have a cell phone? Since when do you have one of those? Larry: Since NASA started calling me. *turns away to talk on the phone* Charlie: *to Amita* You know what? His theory about the killer's childhood. It's making me think we should re-weight these variables. *Larry closes his phone* What's up? Larry: Well, my journey may have ended before it even began. Amita: What happened? Larry: It's the mission. Amita: What, was it scratched? Larry: No, apparently, I was. Megan: NASA hasn't made any decisions yet, Larry. Don't give up yet. Larry: Oh, what was I thinking? That I had the right stuff. Larry Fleinhardt, steam tunnel freak. Megan: Oh, come on, you're not a freak. You are an eccentric, a delightful, charming, sexy eccentric, but you are not a freak. Larry: You know why I bought that car, don't you? The '31 Ford. Megan: I remember something about the organization and the art deco lines. Larry: All true, but the tipping point, what made me take the pecuniary plunge was actually the hood ornament: it was a bird in flight. A day ago, I was that bird. Now... *sighs* Now, my wings have been clipped. Megan: Speaking of Larry, Charlie, I keep thinking that maybe there's something that we can do to help him. Charlie: I keep thinking the same thing, but I don't know what. Megan: What about all the people you know in the science community? What if you called one of them? Charlie: *sighs* Well, Larry's noise tamper project is an NSA initiative, but you have to understand, if NASA's questioning Larry's overall fitness-- Megan: Then we should make that call, because Larry is devastated. His spirit is-is crushed. He's like a star collapsing in on himself. Charlie: You two have been hanging out a lot. Megan: Charlie, I don't want him to go, either, but if there's anything we can do, we have to let Larry be Larry. Amita: Charlie and I work well together. Megan: That must be nice. Amita: You're gonna miss him, aren't you? Megan: Yeah, a little more than I think I originally thought I would. Amita: He's coming back. Megan: Yeah, he is, and I have a telescope now. Megan: *fighting tears* I guess the next time I'll see you, you'll, um, be in your spacesuit. Larry: Isaac Newton had his apple, but it took you falling into my life to make me see the world anew. Even I became new and how we see ourselves changes how we see the world. Even from space. KISS! Megan: Just be careful. Larry: Well, I've gotta go. Someone's waiting. Megan: Is that Buzz Aldrin? Larry: I think NASA figured I'd need help finding my way. Megan: Bye, Larry. *they hug and Larry trots over to where Buzz Aldrin is waiting*

3x16 Contenders

Amita: Charlie, how long are we going to sit here and play poker? Charlie: The Texas Hold 'Em Tournament is coming up. Amita: Yes, I know, and you promised Larry that you would defend his title. Charlie: Right, against Professor Novich. Amita: And who is practically a professional poker player. Charlie: A big jerk. Megan: I hear you're doing a lot of work on this poker tournament you're in. Charlie: Yeah. Megan: You really want to win it, huh? Charlie: The winner gets a seat at the final table at next year's tournament. Megan: Larry had that seat five years running. Charlie: I just wanna make sure it's there for him when he gets back.

3x21 The Art of Reckoning

Larry: Psst! Charles. Charlie: He-ey! Larry! Hey! *hugs him enthusiastically* Larry: Okay, take it easy. I lost considerable bone density in space. Be careful. They talk Charlie: You made that? Wow. What does it signify? Larry: Ah, now, Charles. Would you read my diary? Charlie: Ah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Well, look, Amita is dying to see you, Millie wants to throw like a school-wide party for you, and I should tell you that Megan-- Larry: No, no, no, no. You know, I really just wanted to say hello to you. Invite you to dinner. I'm really in no frame of mind for more complex social interaction. Not at the moment.

3x24 The Janus List

Charlie: When'd you get back? Megan: Um, just this morning. *softly* Nice to see you. Charlie: Uh, you know about Larry? He's... Megan: In a monastery? I got a note slipped underneath my door in really nice calligraphy.

4x01 Trust Metric

Megan: So, are you finding your answers here? Larry: At least the monks and I are asking the same questions. Megan: *giggles quietly* Larry: Hey, I'm sure you know this, but the Dobsonian telescope owes its very existence to the hours that John Dobson spent at the Vedantes Society Monastery. Megan: I did not know that. Larry: *sighs* Oh, I just think I needed some kind of surcease from the madness of daily obligations. *pause* You? To what do you owe your respite? Megan: What makes you think I'm taking a respite? Larry: Well, given the many hours you've spent here, your distribution over the past many weeks, I mean, it's highly doubtful that you could be maintaining your official duties as well. Megan: I had some leave time coming that I think I really needed. You know, with everything that happened with Colby. And my work for the DOJ before that. Larry: Still not at liberty to discuss it? Megan: *pauses, sighs* I'm not sure I'm ready. You know, I--I feel like I've been sleepwalking since I got back. I'm physically present, but I'm somewhere else at the same time. Larry: You know, I had a very similar experience on my first spacewalk. It's just this sense of oh, for want of a more elegant term, quantum disconnectedness. Megan: And did it go away? Larry: Unfortunately, it did.

4x03 Velocity

Amita: Larry, how are things with you and Megan? Larry: Oh, going beautifully, I think. I mean, we're spending all of our time apart, so it's a little difficult to assess. Does that address your question? Larry: *walks in and knocks on the door* Megan: Hey, Larry! A little time off from the monastery? Larry: Uh, actually, I'm letting the monks take a little break from me. How are your meditations coming along? Megan: It's hard to say. You know, work keeps getting in the way. Larry: You know what, actually, my own state of quiescence has been disturbed by this rather indelible image. A boot print, to be more precise. David: From the Clippard beating. Larry: Yeah, Charlie told me about the case. *looks at the pictures* These would be the photos of the tread marks, on the young man's face? David: We only have a partial. It's kind of hard to get a good match from that boot print. Larry: Ah, well, enter Fleinhardt. Have you, by any chance, heard of a study from the University of Sheffield, England? Now, they were using mathematical techniques to extrapolate full boot and shoe prints from partial samples. David: Larry, that'd be great. *his phone rings and he answers it* Megan: *whispers to Larry* I wish it was me in England. David: *sighs as he hangs up* They just found Frank Fisher.

4x04 Thirteen

Megan: *distracted from her DOJ memories by Larry* Hi, Larry. Larry: Hey, Megan. Megan: You, um, taking a break from monastic utopia? Larry: You really don't recall, do you? We were supposed to meet for lunch? Megan: Uh, it's just the case. It's really, um-- Larry: Yes, consuming, I can see it on your face. You know, you use that word 'utopia'. That's from the Greek, meaning 'no place'. Sir Thomas More conceived Utopia as a rather sardonic joke. Meaning, 'no place' is a good place. Megan: I'm not sure that I follow. Larry: Well, you and I have agreed to inhabit a similarly ambiguous locus. A land of no place and, um, well, if you ever need someone to talk to. Don: Hey, Larry. *shakes his hand* So, do we got? Megan: Um, I--I got a blend. I got a bunch of Bible verses about rejection and self-loathing, plus all the imagery. I'd say religion was definitely part of his upbringing, and then all the failures in life and kind of just pushed him over the edge. Larry: And his faith pursued a darker path. Megan: *nods* And now he's just daring us to find him. And the blend of the religion and the occult suggests he might be using some kind of Bible Numerology and-- *looks at Charlie* --I'm really hoping you can help us with that. Charlie: How? Numerology isn't math. Numerology is nonsense. Larry: Well, whatever system he's using may hold no meaning for you, but it certainly holds meaning for him. Charlie: Thanks, Larry. Fine, I'm gonna have to get in contact with somebody. What is the name of that religion and philosophy professor? Larry: Alex Trowbridge? Megan: Yeah, I love that name. Just sounds like some mister chips guy with, uh, elbow patches and crumpets.

4x05 Robin Hood

Megan: *walks into a classroom to find Larry looking up out the window* You thinking about being up there again? Larry: No, actually, I am staring at a chrysalis. Megan: *softly* Oh. Larry: The butterfly that emerges will in no way resemble the caterpillar that it once was. It'd be a total stranger to itself. All it really knows is that someday, it must fly and rejoin the dance of life. Megan: You're thinking of leaving the monastery? Larry: *shrugs* Well, it's been three months since I returned from the space station. Eventually, introspection must give way to, well, everything else. *they're about to kiss and Charlie walks in, looking down at the ground* Charlie: Megan Reeves, I got your message. Megan: Oh, hi, Charlie. *clears throat* I wanted to give you these. *hands him a folder* Charlie: Oh, all right. *looks through it* Stop Running, Give Youth Hope. Megan: Uh, nine charities that our Robin Hood has donated to, and I can't find a psychological commonality between them. I was hoping you could maybe find one of another kind? *her phone rings* I gotta take this. *leaves the classroom* Charlie: *as Larry walks past him* Miss her? Larry: Megan? I mean, well, I did just see her. Charlie: You know what I mean. Larry: Well, she does still make the phenothyline race through the blood. Charlie: How romantic. Larry: Well, one needs more than the pull of molecules. One needs a sense of timing. And noticeably absent, a certain combinatorics professor. Is it possible your own affairs of heart has heightened your empathy? Charlie: Oh, Larry, love is one puzzle after another. Larry: You know, in quantum experiments, when we change our minds, we change the state of matter itself. How deeply our thoughts can affect our relationships. Charlie: Grayson said that. He also said that to make a difference, you have to move beyond your own ego and open yourself to the vast intelligence that surrounds us. You're right. Larry: *watches Charlie leave* About what?

4x07 Primacy

Colby: Where do you want them? Charlie: End of the daisy chain. Colby: Translation? Larry: That would be right there. Charlie: All right, you guys, just hit a bunch of random keys. All right, that'll make the site look alive. It'll make it look like hundreds of people are accessing it, 'kay? Braxton: As we lead Spectre to the final clue for the Primal Key, fewer people would be around. Amita: Yeah, we can't let him win too easily. Braxton: Don't worry about that. I'm gonna get in a few shots on this guy myself. Megan: And then we're gonna let him win. Larry: Now, we're gonna be the swarming multitudes. You are to fight Spectre, and then-- Megan: He wins. The final clue taking him to MacArthur Park for the Primal Key. Colby: And we arrest him. Amita: He knows everything about me. Larry: Well, not everything. He seems to think you're a regular player. Amita: What if he's just setting me up? Megan: Amita, we can pull this off without you. Amita: What if you don't get him? He knows my address, he knows my social security number. I mean, I think Spectre will only show if I go. Megan: We'd have undercover agents and snipers, and you'd wear a two-way earpiece so we could talk. Amita: What if he knows I'm working with you and he just-- Megan: You'd have a bullet-proof vest. Larry: A bulletproof...You know, I really think we should consider the alternatives, here. Megan: With this sting, we've made her Spectre's only rival. She's our best chance, Larry. Larry: But is she not allowed to decline? Amita: *nods* I'll do it.

4x08 Tabu

Megan: What kind of loser decides that his daughter isn't worth a fraction of his bank account? Larry: Loathe as I am to contradict you, the decision is so entirely out of character as to suggest true emotional anguish. Megan: Larry, what the hell would you know about his character? Charlie: I think what he's pointing out is that Pierce has violated his own corporate game theory. He explains. So, essentially, Pierce has let go of his rope. He's struck back in the way that's least likely to achieve a positive result. Larry: Which runs counter to the instincts responsible for his corporate success, ergo, my observation that his judgment is clouded by a high state of distress. Megan: Yeah, but, Larry, I went through Ella's things and I found letters from her father throughout her childhood that were typed! They were dictated to his secretary! I know, because his secretary's name was CC'ed on them. What kind of father would do that? So, you two just stick to the blackboard and I'll take care of the profile. *she leaves* Charlie: I expect that from my brother. Any idea what's going on there? Larry: Yeah, some. Larry: *arrives at Megan's cubicle* Delivery van. Megan: You still purging the office? Larry: Well, still trying to find suitable homes for the material shards of my past that no longer inform my present. Now, it seemed to me that you had an affection for Respighi's Ancient Airs and Dances. Megan: Oh, thank you! Larry: Still no respite from the case? Megan: Oh, Ella Pierce was kicked out of boarding school in New York and Tulsa. I got DUI's, stint in rehab. It's like a textbook example of trying to draw love from your father through negative attention. I guess I'm just seeing too much of myself in the case. Larry: Hey, as your friend, I would not presume to speculate, particularly given our last exchange on the matter. Megan: Oh, Larry, um, I'm really sorry about that. I had no right to snap at you. And maybe you could just not be my friend for a minute and tell me the truth? Larry: Hmm, you know, I've always been cautious in addressing the issues you have with your father and, well, I know there's profound pain there. But, having said that, you know, it is surprising to me that humanity was able to arrive so quickly at a correct model of the solar system. There's this driving tendency to orient the universe in rotation around, well, our own little world. Megan: Thanks for the Respighi. *he leaves* Megan: You managed to bring the monastery with you. It's calming. Larry: Feel free to find your center here any time you wish. Megan: Every time I think I'm over my father, my childhood... *sighs* I think I let this case take me for a ride. Larry: Struggle is not altogether a bad thing. Charged particles in solar wind require heat and combustion to escape the gravitational pull of the sun. From tumult comes freedom. Megan: *laughs softly* You have this great way of making my neuroses sound...cosmic. My center is back east. So, I'm going to go visit my dad. I already booked the airplane ticket, it's non-refundable... You wanna come with me? Larry: *startled* Really? Um, are you serious? Megan: *laughs* I don't know, it just sort of came out, but I guess not. Larry: This is very odd. Because for some time now, my wanderlust has stoked in me this deep inner urge to visit New York. I would have to talk to Brother Theo. While he's in deep meditation, I've been made custodian of his rabbit. Megan: Lucky rabbit. *they kiss*

4x10 Chinese Box

David: I have Lakers tickets for next Saturday. Megan: *gasps* And Colby can't make it. As nice as it is to be second choice, I'm going back East for a couple weeks. David: Really? Because Larry mentioned that he's headed back East as well. *chuckles* I think you two are getting back together. Granger owes me $20. Megan: You bet on me and Larry? David: You know, I left my wallet upstairs. Seriously. I'll be right back. I'll meet you out front.

4x11 Breaking Point

Ray: No offense, but, uh, if you got a FBI bodyguard, why not get the hot one we worked with, Agent Reeves? Pretty sure she was digging me. Larry: You know, actually, Ray, Agent Reeves--or Megan--and I, we're, we're kind of involved. Ray: *scoffs* You serious? Larry: Yeah, I am. Now, a little less incredulity on your part would be appreciated. Ray: Aw, Larry, sorry. Just, uh, how often do women like that get involved with guys like us? Nice goin'! Larry: Okay, well, thank you.

4x12 Power

Larry: Do you see what you have here? Charlie: Mm-hmm. It's a Venn diagram intersection indicating suspects who match the description and have had a history of violence. Larry: *unaware that Megan has arrived and is just listening* But it's also an ancient religious symbol. Of course maybe you know this already. A vesica piscis. This symbolizes a meeting of Heaven and Earth. Megan: He always knows the coolest things. Larry: Hello, sweet one. *they kiss* How was the rest of the trip back east? Megan: It was great, and I recognize these from Geometry. Charlie: Ah, Venn diagrams. Illustrations used in set theory, showing relationships amongst groups of things. Although mathematicians have deepened the analysis since you were in school by adding dimensions. *explains how it applies to the case* Megan: Actually, the victim feels that the rapist has done this before and I would tend to agree with her. This rape was not chaotic. It was controlled and that comes with repetition, but I don't have any other victims. Larry: Rape is a notoriously under-reported crime, isn't it? Megan: Yeah, and if the rapist is a police officer, victims are much less likely to come forward. Charlie: You know, there is a technique called Syndromic Surveillance, which is used to uncover infectious diseases by tracking uptakes of pharmaceutical orders. Perhaps I could adapt it to track behavior associated with sexual assault. Megan: Like emergency room visits or morning-after pills, hotline calls? Charlie: Right, it could totally be a variable in my Venn scheme. It wouldn't yield victims' names, though, but it could refine search areas, and perhaps reveal a hidden time trend. Megan: A chronology would be great. Charlie: Just let me get into it. I'm going to call a colleague of mine over at the Center for Disease Control. *Larry and Megan leave Charlie's office* Larry: So, is something else bothering you about all this? Megan: Oh, I just don't like rape cases. Larry: Oh, Megan... Megan: Oh, no, not me. Um, my college roommate was assaulted. I watched her slip into a depression and this victim kinda reminds me of her. Reminds me that I failed my friend. Larry: How? Megan: I just didn't want to be around her after the rape. You know, I treated her like she had something that was contagious. Megan: *answers the door and lets Larry in, hugging him* Thank you for coming. Larry: Privilege to be asked. Megan: I know I'm supposed to talk to someone when I get this involved in a case and there's no one better to talk to than you. Larry: Should we make some tea? Megan: I hate this, Larry. I hate it. I hate seeing their eyes. The women. The fear and the shame. They didn't do anything wrong. I hate that everybody's talking about this and that this person's a cop. He's supposed to protect people. And I keep imagining situations where I have a legitimate reason to kill him. Larry: *waits to see if she continues* The psyche plays out these urges so we don't have to act on them in reality.

4x13 Black Swan

Larry: *spots Megan in the break room looking thoughtful and comes in* Megan: Hey. Larry: I've come to recognize that expression. It generally precedes a canceled breakfast date. Megan: Another day, another moral quandary. Larry: If I may make an observation? Megan: Always. Larry: You are a brilliant and credentialed woman, one for whom the world offers a multitude of possibilities. Megan: *surprised* Are you saying I should quit my job? Larry: No, I'm merely suggesting that, if your reasons for doing this work have been challenged or, uh, invalidated. Then, yeah, you need to find some new reasons, or some new work. Larry: *knocks on the door to announce his presence* Hi. Is Charlie here yet? He said he needed some assistance. Don: No, he's not here yet. Larry: Oh. Searching for patterns of your own, I see? Megan: Yeah. Still trying to make a connection between Meechum and the meth lab. Larry: You certain there is one? Megan: Otherwise, it's just a really big coincidence. Larry: Well, an easily explained one. I mean, you're both highly experienced, gifted investigators. You saw something amiss. Now, the fact that Meechum shows up as you're in the process of making an arrest, well, that may be no more significant than if you bumped into him at a grocery store. Don: What, like a black swan, perhaps? Larry: *hums* You know, a black swan is not really a coincidence. I mean, it's more properly an unexpected, unpredictable event with large consequences. Hmm. Have you ever stopped to consider the possibility that Meechum's arrest is not even your black swan? That maybe you are his. Megan: Our raid is the coincidence? Larry: Yeah, but not really a coincidence. Don: Wait, so they go out to smoke. Megan: If number three is the alpha, maybe he's asserting his dominance. He doesn't want them stinking up the house. Don: Or he doesn't want 'em blowing it up. Larry: Methamphetimin labs are full of explosive chemicals. Don: Exactly! What if Meechum wasn't there to rob 'em, he was there to do business, right? I mean, look! We got acetone, we got sulfur, we got peroxide. Larry: A highly combustive trio. Megan: Which is really hard to buy in bulk without drawing attention to yourself. We have Meechum in custody and, since we've had him custody, we've watched these guys make random trips to the pharmacy, the grocery store. Don: Duct tape, insulation. Megan: The New America Front, they--they tried to blow up an IRS building in Montana. They're building a bomb. They're making a really big bomb. Don: Right, o-o-or they're making a lot of little ones. Okay, get SWAT and bomb squad rolling and LAPD evacuating the area! Larry: This is highly exhilarating. Alan: There are some acts of heroism I would rather remain blissfully unaware of. My son playing poker with a bomb, now, that's right up there. Don: Okay, enough, come on. Larry: Yeah, no, I have to second Alan's sentiment. *to Megan* I'm far more comfortable with your bravery in the abstract. Megan: Duly noted. Colby: Really? Because I thought that was part of the whole, uh... Megan: The whole what, Granger? Amita: Charlie, what are you doing in there? Charlie: *from the kitchen* Just a second! Alan: Oh, sounds serious. Don: He's not actually cooking, is he? Alan: Yes, he is. Megan: Is that bad? Alan: As long as I'm not in there, for once. Colby: Hey, what is for dinner? Charlie, what are you making? David: The invitation was pretty non-specific, buddy! What's going on? Charlie: *comes in with a platter of waffles* It's an approximation at best, but, uh, I analyzed Roscoe's secret recipe. I think it's pretty good. Don: Waffles for dinner? Alan: Waffles? David: What's the deal with the waffles, man? Amita: I think it's Charlie's way of saying that your family is whoever you wanna eat waffles with. Larry: That's a worthy sentiment. Megan: One that's even better with syrup! Don: It's better with bacon, though. You made some bacon, right? Colby: Somebody said something about chicken. Where's the chicken? David: It's in the waffles. Don: It's the whole meal? That's it? Just waffles?

4x14 Checkmate

Larry: When I'm stuck, I've always found the work pattern of a certain Englishman to be very inspirational. Amita: Sir Isaac Newton. Larry: *shakes his head* No, Sherlock Holmes. From a drop of water, a logician could infer the possibility of an Atlantic or a Niagra, without having seen or heard of one or the other. But, yep, Newton was pretty good, too. Megan: Look at you guys. This kind of like when Captain Kirk used to beam down and he would leave Bones and Chekhov in charge. Larry: No, actually the chain of command went, uh, Commander Spock, to Lieutenant Commander Scot, to Lieutenant Sulu, and then once during Season 2, it actually went to Assistant Chief Engineer DeSalle. Megan: Oh, hey. Oh, I'm so glad you guys are here. Are you busy? Larry: Oh, just trying to find the existence of a massive scalar elementary particle, predicted to exist by the standard model of particle physics. Megan: Cool. Well, when you're done, do you think you'll have time to look at this? Amita: List of murder victims? Megan: Mm-hm. Larry: Who is J-Light? Megan: Uh, the person who wrote the list, who ordered the murders from jail. Larry: Well, he must have been monitored. Megan: *produces a CD* He is, so we think he's using a code. *Larry takes the disc to put it in the DVD player* David thinks he's passing the code to this kid while he's teaching him chess lessons. Amita: Well, the beautiful thing about chess is that both opponents know everything. Nothing's hidden. Larry: So, within the lesson, perhaps the coded message lies. Megan: If that's the case, can you crack it? Larry: I don't know. I mean, normally, we'd need a cipher. Amita: Yeah, but in this case, we have the victims' names, or the results. So, by using backward induction, we might be able to crack it. It's like the Rosetta Stone. The same exact text is written in three different languages. So, if you can understand just one, then you should be able to read the other two. My algorithm will be looking for overlaps between the sets of data. The victims and the chess lessons. Then I'll translate the unknown code by comparing it to the known murders and their gang affiliations. Megan: Great. *to Larry* Sorry to blow off those elementary particles. Larry: Oh, anytime. Charlie: Okay, everyone, watch your step. Alan: Watch my step? I can't even see my step. Larry: I'm all for adventure, but the suspense is starting to kill me. Megan: This from a man who lived 100 miles above the Earth? Larry: 224, to be exact. Amita: I think it's exciting. Charlie: *turns on the light and picks up a paint pellet gun* Okay, who's first? *the others run out the door*

4x16 Atomic No. 33

Charlie: Boy, that's the fourth security camera we've passed since they buzzed us in through the gate. Larry: Extremists are more given to paranoia as well as stunted religious beliefs. Charlie: Hey, so did you see anything on the surveillance footage? Megan: No outsiders got in and the coffee urns were placed strategically nowhere near all those cameras, so the enemy lies within. Larry: Isn't it always so? Charlie: Ah, what do you think these people are so afraid of? Megan: Anybody not them. They feel privy to sacred information that they're morally obligated to defend and ideally tend to demonize anyone opposed to them. Mrs. Doran, I'm Special Agent Reeves. These are Drs. Fleinhardt and Eppes. We're here to go through your church records. Charlie: We're just here to help. Susan: You already put our souls in jeopardy. How are our people supposed to meet the Father with your noxious medicines flowing through their veins? Larry: Without said 'noxious medicines', you would have dozens now dead instead of just the two. Or has your zeolatry blinded you to that? Megan: *quietly* Larry. Susan: Hitler adopted the cults of science. Do you align with him? Larry: Are those my choices here? Hitler's science or your religion? Oh, my God in Heaven. Susan: Do not take His name in vain! Larry: What is vain is my appeal to Him to grace you with some small glimmer of rational thought. Charlie: Hey. Megan: Maybe you should take a walk. Larry: Yes, exactly so. *he walks off* Megan: Mrs. Doran, we respect your religious freedom. You can believe anything that you like. We're just here to go through the church records. That's all. Charlie: That's right, we're neutral, you know. Just scientists. Susan: You're bricklayers. Paving the path to Hell with good intentions. Charlie: *Megan attracts their attention through their simulation of the church kitchen* Hey! Hey, so--so we think heat accelerated arsenic dust to create this face. Larry: Because there was a similar dust explosion at a sugar factory in Georgia. Megan: Wasn't that an accident? Larry: Set off by sparking heavy machinery. Charlie: Yeah, we've been attempting to recreate the, uh, 'accidental' explosion all morning using kitchen appliances, but nothing's exploded yet. Megan: Yeah, but that wouldn't explain what the arsenic was doing there in the first place. Charlie: Which is why our next test will be to determine if the explosion occurred by design. *experiment goes boom* Megan: Oooh. Charlie: Uh, confidence is high, this wasn't an accident. Megan: What does it do to your network analysis? Charlie: Well, network analysis was an analytical sledgehammer. With the additional murder, we've graduated to a scalpel. Affinity analysis. Larry: Beer and diapers. That's a classic story, most likely apocryphal. All about a grocery store that wanted to know what items sold most often with diapers. They discovered it was beer. Now, from this they inferred that the wives delegated the diaper buying to their husbands, who consolidated this duty into their weekend beer runs. They started stocking the diapers next to the beer coolers and increased their sales. Charlie: So, using affinity analysis and association rolemining, we determine that this crime must have been committed by a partnership. So, we re-examine the relationships and behaviors of your various suspects and it keeps leading us back to Audrey. Megan: Susan's daughter.

4x17 Pay to Play

Don: Hey, what's going on with Megan? Larry: What? She arranged for some time off. Don: That's what I'm talking about. Is it something I need to be worried about? Larry: No, she's fine. Back in New York. Listen, more I dare not say.

4x18 When Worlds Collide

Larry: You know, it's hard to believe the city started out as a tiny little Spanish settlement, supporting a mission in San Gabriel. Megan: I wonder if there are any angels left in the City of Angels. Larry: Well, a few, I'd like to think. I sense we're about to lose one. Megan: Am I making a mistake? Larry: No, you're answering something that's been calling out to you for some time now. How can it be a mistake? Larry: Megan resigned. Amita: Was it about this case? Larry: No, I think it's been building up for some time. She's moving to Washington, going back to school, looking for a line of work closer to her heart. Charlie: You okay? Larry: You know, last year, I was 217 miles above the Earth. *sighs* Yeah, our relationship has never depended on geographic proximity.