Numb3rs s01e11 Episode Script

Hey, Pete,|I think I got something.
You better call it in.
Agent Eppes? Yeah.
- David Sinclair.
|- How you doing? John Reacher.
|I'm with the bureau's security division.
Victim was a computer science|researcher for a private think tank.
High-level national|security clearance.
Who's that? This is Robert Oliver.
He's the CEO of the Lorman group.
How are you? Don Eppes, FBI.
Hi.
- The Lorman group is the think tank?|- That's right.
They have a number of contracts with us|for classified government projects.
So the victim was one|of your employees? Yes.
Uh, Dr.
Hoke was|one of our senior researchers.
- I'll check on the body.
|- All right.
Any reason to think the murder had anything|to do with the work he was doing for you? It's possible.
Those bureau techs? No, they're with my company.
What are you doing?|They're civilians.
They have security clearance.
Gentlemen, back away|from that computer.
Agent Eppes, can I talk|to you for a minute? I have an obligation to secure|the contents of Dr.
Hoke's computer.
Well, I got an obligation|to investigate a murder, and whatever these guys are doing,|they're contaminating my crime scene.
- Your crime scene?|- That's right.
Unless there's something I don't know, my homicide investigation's gonna take|priority over your security concerns.
Don.
We've got multiple stab wounds.
The coroner's investigator says|he's been dead for almost two days.
What was that about? / He was gonna|let those guys take data off that computer.
Well, I think somebody beat them to it.
According to what I heard,|the files were already erased.
All right, we're gonna start with that.
|Nobody touches it.
All right? Let's get|our people on it immediately.
All right.
Adam, Carter.
Okay, well, the first thing is, whoever wiped the information|off of this hard drive - didn't make a copy of it.
|- You sure about that? Absolutely.
Hoke had an event|log on his computer.
Recorded the wipe,|but no duplication.
And whoever did do the wipe|knew exactly what they were doing.
This code's been flipped|hundreds of thousands of times.
Wait.
Define flipped.
A computer's language boils down|to binary code.
Every bit of information is|a specific sequence of zeroes and ones, like coins, all heads or tails.
When you wipe the data,|you don't really erase it.
You just start flipping|the coins back and forth.
That destroys the code and renders|the information pretty much unintelligible.
Now, mind you, we're|talking about binary code, which is millions upon millions|of zeroes and ones.
In order to recreate the data, I need to reconstruct the original|sequence of the code.
To flip it back to the way|it was originally.
Try to.
But as you said, you're talking about|millions and millions of numbers.
Now the program that was used|to flip Hoke's code left a pattern behind.
If I can find it, I can reverse engineer the program|and reconstruct the original sequence.
Give it a shot.
|Let me know if you find anything.
Hey.
Jonas Hoke was|an applied physicist.
Lived alone, no kids, and|from everything I've heard so far, totally devoted to his work.
He was in the middle of a divorce.
|Wife left him a few months ago.
Oh, yeah? Any history there? No police reports, no 911 calls.
|Neighbors say he was a quiet, friendly guy.
Yeah, who somehow wound up|being butchered in his own house.
House ransacked.
|You've got multiple stab wounds.
Alarm tripped.
Not really the M.
O.
|of a professional killer.
Why is the alarm tripped on the night|the body's discovered, as opposed to two days earlier,|when the guy's actually murdered? There's no evidence|the body was ever moved.
Yeah, the neighbors don't report|seeing anyone else in the area.
Still, the house being ransacked suggests|somebody was searching for something.
Well, whoever wiped that file|knew what to look for, that's for sure.
You think they trashed|the house on a ruse? Make it look like an amateur? Why don't you|go check out the wife? I'm gonna talk to Reacher|about the Lorman connection.
Mrs.
Hoke, I understand there was a dispute|over the money involved in the separation.
I guess we both valued our time|together a little differently.
Maybe it was because|he was angry I left, I don't know, but Jonas felt it appropriate that I leave|the marriage with what I came to it with.
I wanted to ask him for the 12 years back,|but I didn't know how.
When was the last time|you spoke to your husband? A few weeks ago.
He was late with|a separation check.
He'd do that, forget.
Sometimes I wondered|if it was intentional.
Mrs.
Hoke, I have to ask you,|where were you on the 14th? Right, I understand.
As it happens, I was at home.
Any witnesses who can verify that? Lucas Grodin.
He is a friend.
I don't expect you to understand.
I'm not judging you, Mrs.
Hoke.
I'm just trying to|take your statement.
So your tech's sure whoever it was who wiped Hoke's files from|the hard drive, they didn't make a copy? That's right.
Apparently,|it was erased, but not duplicated.
My bosses will be happy to hear that.
You know, you guys you ought to remind your bosses that|a man was murdered over this, you know? I didn't mean it|the way it sounded.
Look what exactly did Hoke do|for the Lorman group? The company had a contract with the defense|department for a new computer system, one that could better interpret|global satellite imaging.
So so new that someone|would kill over it? It's pretty sensitive stuff,|but a motive for murder? I don't know.
Hey.
So Hoke was working|on a DOD contract for a computer program|that interprets satellite images.
Remote sensing.
It's a process that scans electromagnetic|signatures from the earth's surface.
It was used to detect prehistoric|Incan paths to sacred burial sites.
Hoke was probably developing it|to read roadside bombs or ruts from tanks.
Why didn't you tell me you found this? Because that data wasn't the focus|of the hard drive wipe.
All right.
What was? Say I want to hide|what I've written.
Have I hidden it? Exactly.
The impression runs deeper|than the one sheet I've written it on.
Now, if I really wanted|to conceal it, I would do this.
Hoke's remote sensing work was erased|with the equivalent of a magic marker, but this section here was|scribbled out with a data scrubber, the equivalent of a pencil.
On the surface, it renders|the computer code meaningless, but here there are magnetic|shadows underneath, pieces of data left behind|that I was able to find.
All right, tell me.
Numbers.
Specifically, like, baseball statistics.
Baseball statistics? Batting averages,|on-base percentages.
I mean, as far as I can tell, Hoke was developing a pretty sophisticated|application of sabermetrics, which places numerical values|on specific skills, like home runs, hits, walks.
A lot of teams use sabermetrics to identify|the best way to allocate their resources.
Yeah.
What was that book about the - It was the Oakland A's GM.
|- Money ball.
- Yeah, money ball.
|- Right.
Only Hoke was taking|his formulas to a whole new level, attempting to predict player performance|based on statistical curves.
All right, so|why erase baseball stats? And why kill over it? I have no idea.
But I might be able to use a predictive|equation to rebuild the missing data, like detecting the original lines here, and guessing at what letters|they could make.
Right.
Well, I mean, we got to know|what they were trying to hide.
Obviously, it was quite|a shock to hear about Jonas.
To see him like that.
I'm sure.
|I'm sorry for your loss.
Yeah.
We'd worked together|for quite a while.
Well, I'm gonna need to get a consultant|in to access Dr.
Hoke's computer.
Well, I don't see a problem.
So this is Dr.
Hoke's office.
This is Scott Reynolds.
|He's Dr.
Hoke's research assistant.
Has anything else been|touched in this office? Uh, no.
Uh, agent Reacher told us|to leave everything in place.
What are you doing|on this computer? Just checking e-mails,|general housekeeping.
Well, I'd appreciate it if you did that|someplace else for the time being.
Okay.
You worked with Dr.
Hoke|on a daily basis? Yeah.
You remember what you|were doing on the 14th? Uh, it was a Tuesday? Um, he came in that Monday, and then I didn't hear from him again till|Mr.
Oliver called me and told me what happened.
Well, he was missing for two days.
|Wasn't that a little unusual? No, he would stay home from the office|three, four days at a time.
Scott's right.
|Jonas could get lost in his work.
Was Dr.
Hoke a fan of baseball,|by any chance? - Baseball?|- Yeah.
Oh, I'm not sure.
Uh, he never went to any games or|anything, if that's what you mean.
Why do you ask? It's just a little survey I'm doing.
You gentlemen are gonna|have to leave this office.
Well, apparently, Hoke|wasn't that into baseball.
I mean, there's no autographed balls,|no sports memorabilia whatsoever.
So whatever his interest,|as far as I could tell, it wasn't personal.
Maybe he was interested|in sabermetrics as a hobby? Well, it doesn't seem like that|should get you stabbed to death.
How are you doing|on recreating his data? I've been running the corrupted files|through a series of algorithms on my computer.
All right, well, as soon|as you find anything, let me know, because I want to get you out|here and look at his computer, all right? All right, well, I'm actually|on my way to give a lecture right now, but sure, afterwards,|any way I can help.
All right, good, thanks, Charlie.
Now, did I just hear you|say the word "sabermetrics"? Familiar with it? The "money ball" craze?|Oh, yes, I'm familiar with it.
I take it you don't approve.
Well, the notion that human|achievement on a baseball diamond can be predicted through|the application of statistical analysis is, at it's very core,|highly problematic.
Even if the skill can be|statistically measured? Yes, because, Charles,|the human spirit is immeasurable.
You know, our brains aren't|just these machines.
There's a lot of either/or going on here.
Yes, statistical probability|is a wonderful tool, but applied to human performance,|it's only an extrapolation of the past.
Still there are a number of baseball teams|that use sabermetrics to determine who to pay.
As a Dodger fan, I'm all too|painfully aware of that fact, but I'm also aware that|in a statistical model, the Red sox never beat the Yankees.
Ah, there are exceptions to every rule.
Yes, and aren't they glorious? Now, why is Don even asking you|about statistical baseball analysis? A researcher was found murdered.
Wait, are we talking about Jonas Hoke? You knew him? He, yeah.
We were doctoral students together.
|Well, not together, but at the same time.
He just I don't know.
There's that old saying.
"Applied physicists are from Venus,|theoretical physicists " "wonder why it rotates|in the opposite direction.
" There you go.
No, our department was|informed of his passing and the planned memorial service.
- I'm sorry.
|- Well, the book doesn't|always work, Charles, and numbers can't always|account for the way life turns out.
Well, I mean, just ask Jonas Hoke.
What do you say, David? Hey.
Anything at the Lorman group? Well, Hoke didn't show up for work|for two days, and he wasn't missed.
That's either very sad,|or that's a really good job.
Yeah? Seemed odd to me.
Well, guess who had a $2 million|insurance policy.
What? The good Dr.
Hoke? And guess who|the beneficiary is? - Not the wife.
|- Yep.
Turns out the divorce|was nastier than we thought.
Major issue being|Hoke's potential earnings.
Apparently, he didn't|want to give her any.
So she takes him out and|gets the money she's entitled to? Then she's free and single again.
He's her alibi|the night of the murder.
Arrested in '84.
Assault and battery.
I guess she figured Hoke|was worth more dead than alive.
I was twenty years old.
|I got in a fight with a guy at a bar.
Two years probation, believe me,|I learned my lesson.
Which was what? Don't leave any witnesses|behind the next time? You have some imagination.
We do.
How about you imagining this? Gail Hoke's in the middle|of a bad divorce, right? I mean, it really isn't going well.
On the other hand, a dead husband|pays out on a $2 million insurance policy.
Wonder how many of these|you'd have to work to make up that.
And killing Jonas helps me how? Because maybe Gail will give me|some of her insurance settlement? Well, with him out of the way,|she's free to marry again.
Gail and I like each other.
|Maybe it's even more than that, but neither one of us|has ever talked about marriage.
All right.
We'll be in touch.
Gail Hoke wasn't|over her ex-husband.
I got that much from both of them.
Well, doesn't mean|she didn't kill him.
Yeah, but I got the feeling she wasn't|willing to admit the marriage was over.
She was thinking|about going back to him.
How'd you get that? Kind of reminded me of my sister|Linda when she got divorced.
Moved out, got her own place,|sat around waiting for her ex to call instead of getting out|and getting on with her life.
Did he call? Yeah, and she went back to him.
I always thought she|could've done better, you know, just given herself a chance.
|Thanks.
Yeah? Yeah.
Knucklehead, you know.
Hello.
I'm sorry.
|I have pretty specific instructions.
No one's supposed|to use this computer.
Oh, I'm sorry.
|You must be Scott.
/ Yeah.
I'm professor Charlie Eppes.
Oh, I'm the, um, yeah, - I'm the FBI consultant.
|- Oh, all right.
Yeah, Mr.
Oliver said|you were coming.
I was told that, uh, none of Dr.
Hoke's work was|to be touched before I got here.
No, all that stuff's mine.
- Oh, you're leaving.
|- Yeah.
Well, they probably would have|offered me another position here, but Dr.
Hoke was kind of,|kind of a mentor to me, and you work that closely|with someone, it's hard.
I can imagine.
I work pretty|closely with someone myself.
He always wanted me|to go back to school, finish my dissertation, so - thinking now I will|- That's great.
- What's your field?|- Econometrics, specializing|in economic statistics.
Yeah, that's exactly what my dad said when I told him I was gonna|borrow 30 grand a year to pay for it.
He's like, "you don't make money|by studying it.
" Mathematics can be much more|lucrative than most fathers think.
Yeah, but I want to|do something with it.
You know, make|a difference in the world.
That's really admirable.
Well, because people, they assume that|the economy's this adversarial relationship, where one person's gain, by definition,|has to be another person's loss.
But it doesn't have to be that way.
There can be gains for everyone.
- I'm sure you're right.
|- No, I know I am.
It's all there in the numbers,|if anyone would just bother to look.
Ah, I think I know just how you feel.
Well, if you need me for anything,|just let me know.
Hey, Scott.
Is there any reason that Dr.
Hoke|would've been working on, like baseball formulas? Yeah, you know, the other FBI agent|asked me that same thing about baseball.
I told him Dr.
Hoke never|mentioned it.
Yeah.
Any backup files, any other|workstation that Dr.
Hoke might have used? No.
That man was particular|about where he worked.
It was either this computer or|the one at home.
And you weren't aware of any|of his work on sabermetrics? But then again, I'm not|much of a baseball fan.
Larry.
Charlie.
What are you doing here? Well, you mentioned a memorial,|and I knew you'd be here.
Oh, yeah.
It's a rather disheartening|turnout, isn't it? Are we early? No, I don't think so.
It's physics.
It's such a demanding field.
Leaves little time or|energy for a social life.
Einstein said that one has either|time for science or family but not both.
Well, now, that's spoken like a man|who can appreciate our predicament.
I wonder though is our work the actual cause,|or is it an excuse? That's a fair hypothesis, isn't it? I suppose the real trick is in finding|the solution while it still matters.
What do these formulas tell you? The ones I've recovered|indicate that the Dodgers are not on the right track|to win the pennant next year.
Like you needed math|to figure that one out, huh? No.
I heard that, uh, Don|was leaning towards the wife.
That's right.
Seems to be the first place|they look nowadays.
I don't understand.
I mean, if you hate|the person you're married to that much, get divorced.
Even the thought of divorce|holds its own special horrors, let me tell you.
Well, you and mom|never thought about I mean, I was never|witness to any kind of That's exactly the way we wanted it.
Well, it was a long time ago, we, um we had a little rough patch|there for a moment, but we got through it.
How rough a patch are|we talking about? It was when you were 13 years old,|and you went off to Princeton.
Mom came with me.
The separation was|pretty hard on both of us.
And aside from the money matters,|there was this irrational jealousy.
Anyway, even the possibility|of divorce was never discussed, because we loved each other too much.
I don't remember any of it.
I don't even remember a raised voice|between the two of you.
That's because your mother|and I both agreed that we wouldn't stress you or Don|any more than we had to.
Charlie, that's how parents argue|in front of their children.
They disguise the big things|as little things.
Big things disguised as little things.
In World war II, U.
S.
submarines|were equipped with bathythermographs, which helped them find warm|pockets of water beneath colder ones, because warm water|bent the sound waves away.
If the submarine hid in the right place,|the enemy's sonar was useless.
Hoke did the same thing|with his own data.
He hid it in warm water.
He disguised his work|as baseball statistics, thereby hiding its real meaning.
How'd you figure it out? The magnetic shadows that were|left on the hard drive after the wipe.
I ran the extrapolated data|through a series of simple algorithms.
The end result was that|the baseball statistics fell away, leaving the pertinent numbers.
I then did a simple|brute force analysis.
Brute force? / I just went on the internet|and googled the set of numbers.
I sifted through the hits one by one,|to find the matching data tables.
Hoke pulled his data off of U.
S.
census|bureau reports over the last ten years.
Other tables were federal budgets,|grade point averages, SAT scores.
Grade point averages? / Hoke's work|had nothing to do with baseball at all.
He was attempting to apply the concept|of sabermetrics to average communities, - not athletes.
|- You're talking about real people? Actuaries do it all the time.
Uh, taking into account income levels,|access to health insurance.
Only Hoke wasn't measuring|life expectancy.
He was measuring human potential.
What do you mean?|Like predicting success? Almost from birth.
That's not possible.
Baseball teams use sabermetrics|to determine which players to pay.
He was using sabermetrics to determine|what people were worth investing in.
So no one gets left behind,|they just never get started to begin with.
It applies to schools.
|It applies to hospitals, to libraries.
I mean, companies fire employees who smoke because|of future statistical probabilities of cancer.
Uh, they use DNA to deny|employees access to healthcare.
I mean, why not a mathematical analysis|to do the exact same thing? And you're saying he was|actually close? Well, from what I can tell,|he hadn't finished his main equation, though once he was through, theoretically, he'd be able to predict human performance|based on geographic and environmental factors,|down to a city block.
So basically, you are where you live? A mathematical determination|of who will or won't be a winner.
I've never seen any|of this stuff before.
Well, it's an incredible|amount of data.
So you're saying Dr.
Hoke|never asked for your help? With this? Absolutely not.
I mean, you know how it is.
|He works alone.
I'd get glimpses, but it's|not like he includes me or anything.
Yeah, but what about research, Scott?|I mean, you never prepared charts, or downloaded statistics?|That seem a little weird, considering what you thought|he might be working on? Um, there's some market research|studies that he asked me to get.
- Yeah?|- But I don't know.
Market research? Yeah, stuff the Lorman group|was compiling.
What kind of stuff? Household incomes, housing costs,|buying tendencies.
This was all stuff the Lorman|group was working on? Yeah.
Um, Dr.
Hoke|would make the request, and then Mr.
Oliver would|have me e-mail it to his home.
And when was this? Up until a few weeks ago.
What happened a few weeks ago? For the last request, Mr.
Oliver called me into his office, and he said the company|was not going to allow Dr.
Hoke access to the information anymore.
Did he tell you why? I mean, it's not really my place to ask, but I just remember Dr.
Hoke|was pretty upset about it.
Oh, yeah? Okay.
Thanks for talking to us.
- I'll take that.
|- Yeah.
Thanks a lot, Scott.
All right.
Sounds like Hoke was going|behind the company's back, trying to develop|a new software program.
Either that, or trying to hijack it.
Explains why Oliver shows up|the night the body's found.
Yeah, he's gonna get back|his program, right? Question is, did they want it|bad enough to kill him for it? Well, I mean, he was concerned|that someone was gonna steal it, right? Otherwise, why disguise it|as baseball stats? Why would he bother to do it|on his own home computer? Unless he was worried that his house|wasn't as private as he thought it was.
Don, take a look.
Oh, yeah, look at that.
Something was there.
Maybe they didn't have time|to pull the wire.
A dead body decomposing|a few feet away, maybe they felt the need to rush.
Oh, yeah.
Someone put some kind|of surveillance there.
Hoke had a reason to be paranoid.
See, that must be why the alarm|went off two days late.
So someone came in after he was|murdered to remove the device.
That's what tripped it.
So someone planted a surveillance|device in Dr.
Hoke's house.
Well, judging by your tone,|you think that someone is me? Dr.
Hoke was working|on a software program that would be extremely|valuable to a lot of people.
Yes, well, I gave the FBI full|access to the imaging data.
Well, actually, we found a second|body of work on his home computer, and it had nothing to do|with your satellite program.
I have no idea|what you're talking about.
No? You sure? So if our consultant wanted to develop|that data, you wouldn't assert a claim? Well, the Lorman group has a contract|with every researcher we employ, so anything that Dr.
Hoke worked|on is owned by the company.
Maybe he didn't agree.
Maybe you went|to his house, argued.
The night I met you is the only time|I was ever in Dr.
Hoke's house.
There's more than one way|inside of a person's home.
Look, we want that|surveillance, okay? I want my lawyer.
You sure? Because if someone happened|to leak to the press that your company is under criminal investigation,|your government contracts? they might dry up pretty darn fast.
|What do you think? Feds don't like scandals.
You take a moment, think about it.
Jonas had no right doing what he did.
No? The idea of using|statistical analyses to predict human performance|originated in this company.
But he didn't see it that way? He refused to provide|algorithms to us unless we gave him a percentage|of the license fees we charge for the|use of our software.
And this time I bet you refused.
I had no intention of being extorted|by Jonas Hoke or anyone else.
So you put the surveillance on him? I did no such thing.
But after I learned that he died, I felt that we were within our rights|to retrieve the research.
So, what, you called|your friend, Reacher? Look, the point of all of this is, I didn't have to steal anything|from Jonas Hoke.
I already owned it.
All right.
We'll be in touch.
So Oliver told you|what Hoke was working on.
That's why you|wanted his people there.
Oliver said Hoke had a program that|could determine with mathematical certainty which neighborhoods would benefit from|public spending and which ones wouldn't.
Yeah, and you understand|this is about justifying taking money from some certain|communities and giving it to others.
In case you hadn't heard,|we're running a $10 trillion deficit.
Yeah, I read the papers.
Why throw money away|on state-of-the-art lab facilities for kids who have no potential? That's right.
|Why even give them books? Oliver asked me if such|a program would be of value to the government.
I believed it would.
So you put the surveillance|in Hoke's house? No.
You wouldn't tell me|if you did, would you? I understand you haven't turned|the data you got from Hoke's computer over to the Lorman group yet.
Yes, that's right, and I don't|have any intention of it.
Oh, you realize, I'll just|have my boss call your boss.
These relationships go way|beyond the two of us, Eppes.
Part of a homicide investigation.
There's no telling when|it might become available, but you go ahead,|you make your call.
We did not place surveillance|inside Jonas Hoke's house.
So if it wasn't us,|and it wasn't Oliver's people, who was watching Hoke? Well, whoever it was, it's clean.
No prints, no identifying signature.
Any idea how they|could have done it? Well, the alarm company runs|a phone line through the touch pad.
Whatever system was used|to spy on Hoke was piggybacked onto|the security system.
So it was a listening device? Some sort of audio|would be my guess, but it's hard to tell|without the actual device.
Wait a minute.
|Hold that screen right there.
Don, take a look at this.
This is the manufacturers' list|for the alarm system, right? This is the serial number for that unit,|the unit in Hoke's house.
Take a look at who bought it.
Grodin construction.
The boyfriend.
- Take it to four.
|- Okay.
You two again.
Yep, with more questions.
I don't know what else|I can tell you.
Why don't you tell us about the bug|you planted in Jonas Hoke's house? You know, for a while there, I was|thinking Gail was the victim in all this.
I didn't do anything wrong.
No? / Don't tell me this is the part|where you say that she did it all? Look, neither of us did anything.
Well, we still got a dead body|and an alarm system that was bugged, an alarm system that you installed.
Gail's lawyer asked me|to help her guy put a wire or something into Jonas's house,|but that's it.
That's all I did.
Turn around.
Let's go.
Last time we spoke,|you weren't exactly forthcoming about your relationship|with Lucas Grodin.
In what way wasn't she forthcoming? For starters, how about the fact|you never mentioned you asked him to wire|your husband's house.
The house was never adjudicated|as separate property, so therefore whatever monitoring system|Mrs.
Hoke may have placed in her own house, she was absolutely entitled to do so.
I put Jonas through college|and grad school.
/ Gail I waited tables.
|I did anything I could, because I believed|we had a future together.
Do you have any idea what it's like|to have your husband tell you your contribution to your|marriage isn't of value? I think we should take a break now.
I'm not finished with|your client, counselor.
You can't prove Gail did anything.
All I need to make out conspiracy|at this point is probable cause.
And your boyfriend's alarm system|gives me exactly that.
It also puts you in possession of|material evidence, and an obstruction of|justice charge, counselor.
If Jonas were a doctor or a lawyer,|I'd be entitled to half of everything.
But everything he had was inside his head,|so tell me, agent Sinclair, how do you get half of that? Which is why you put|surveillance in his house, to see what was on his computer.
It was the only way Jonas would have|ever given me what I was entitled to.
Right.
But after you had|the information you needed, why'd you kill him? I didn't kill him.
I could never do anything like that.
I told you, he was late with a check.
I went there to get it.
That's when I found him dead.
Gail did not kill her husband.
Forgive me if I'm not willing|to take your word for it.
You don't have to.
I have the surveillance, remember? So is this an audio file? No, actually, digital video.
So the device was a camera? Not exactly.
It was an antenna.
A Van Eck Phreak.
But at a far more sophisticated level.
Wait, what are you guys talking about? The wire you found in his house|wasn't for a camera.
It wasn't for a microphone.
It was for a high-gain antenna.
An antenna? For what? To pick up what? Well, with any LCD screen, liquid crystals provide an image|when energy passes through them.
The color they become depends on the amount of energy|that they're exposed to.
When the energy passes|through these liquid crystals, it emits a wave of|electromagnetic radiation.
Dutch physicist Van Eck realized|that with an antenna and a decoder, you could both read|the waves and decode them into a perfect replica of what someone|would be seeing on their computer screen.
What you're saying is, that the antenna was able|to read and pick up whatever was on Hoke's|home computer screen.
- That's right.
|- That is amazing.
Hoke had elaborate safeguards|against conventional hacking.
Firewalls, blockers still, nothing could stop this.
Isn't that around the time|he was killed? Yeah.
That's where the files|were being erased.
See the zeroes and ones just|flipping around, back and forth? So the killer knew Hoke's passwords.
Too bad he didn't leave a fingerprint.
Actually, you know what?|I think he did.
All right, so what are we looking at? Digital representations|of a pattern of keystrokes.
One taken from|Hoke's computer at home, one from Hoke's computer at work.
Now, you know that experts|can distinguish one person's typing - from another by their rhythm.
|- Yeah, you mean like Morse code.
Right.
Telegraph operators|used to recognize each other by the different ways they used to tap|into the exact same codes, like a concert pianist sitting|down to play a piece of music.
Even though the notes originate|from the sheet music, the way she plays them|is entirely distinctive.
Now, if another pianist sits down|to play the same piece of music, the strength of notes, the flourishes in rhythm would|make the keystrokes totally different.
Now, only by seeing them side-by-side|would you be able to tell they were different.
See I'm sitting here,|and I'm looking at these, and they look identical to me.
That's because they are, Don.
This is from Hoke's computer at home.
The keystrokes you're seeing|are passwords used to tap into Hoke's sabermetrics files,|made after Hoke was dead.
This is from Hoke's computer|workstation at the Lorman group, made after Hoke was dead.
So then this is the same person|that erased the files? Scott Reynolds, you're under arrest|for the murder of Dr.
Jonas Hoke.
Get your hands up.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used|against you in a court of law.
Bring him down.
All right, sir.
Go ahead.
What do you want? I'm trying to figure out|how you could kill a man, how you could kill a fellow scientist|to steal his work.
Is that why you think|I killed Dr.
Hoke for the money? You weren't jealous|of his accomplishments.
His accomplishments, is|that what you call them? I grew up in West Oakland.
Anyone I grew up with|who isn't dead or in prison is flipping burgers or driving a truck.
And it's not too difficult to guess what|Dr.
Hoke's formula would have said about putting a computer lab in my high school.
That computer lab saved my life, and next year, it's gonna save|somebody else's.
And killing Dr.
Hoke|accomplishes that? You think it stops there? In the last century, the Nazis used|the theory of eugenics to stop the poor from reproducing.
Eventually, they justified|just killing the sick ones.
You can't compare that to this.
Actually, that's a perfect comparison, because what Jonas was doing|was taking away a person's chance at life.
It's taking away someone's hope.
And I did what I had to do|to stop that before it started.
That makes you a murderer.
Don't you ever wonder|about your own work? What about my work? Well, you consult|for the NSA, don't you? of course you do.
So you're gonna tell me that everything|you do will be used for good all the time? What's your point? You're asking me how I'm gonna|live with myself.
Look in the mirror.
|Ask yourself the same question.
Let's go.
Jonas Hoke's last hurdle.
Oh, yes, his equation seeking to predict|a person's chance at success.
He never got to finish it.
I thought maybe I'd|give it a shot myself.
Why? To what end? This work is just a|self-fulfilling prophecy.
What do you mean? Well Charles, if we use numbers to|choose who among us gets opportunity, then by definition,|those we haven't chosen don't.
That's not science.
|Well, it's not good science.
It's like, every year college football|chooses a national champion, but they use computers to determine|which two teams play for the title.
And every year, invariably, some team gets left off|that believes, well, it could have won the game on the|field if it had just been given the chance.
I've always believed|that it was my duty to develop mathematical tools, and someone else's|to use them wisely.
Could I have been wrong? The consequence of our|understanding subatomic particles was a horrible bomb that transformed|the world we live in and a source of energy, the|basis of life-saving techniques, and an indispensable scientific tool.
Science you know, science, not this, but real science,|is discovery, Charles.
It's not invention.
The truths are there, whether we find them or not.
Listen, I'm gonna grab a bite to eat.
|You want to come? Okay.
Thank you.