"Not what we're here for." "Don't move." "Put your hands in the air." "Face the wall." "Hands in the air and face the wall." "Browner Dunn, Diplomatic Security." "Thank you for responding." "Don Eppes." "Looks like you got it covered here." "Rooftop entry, hacked security." "It sounds like a high-tech B and E." "Brazilian Consulate has two Andrades, a Portinaris, and a diamond collection that rivals De Beers." "None of it was touched." "Your guy probably scared them." "Where's he at?" "Yuson." "He was gone when we got here." "He hasn't checked in 90 minutes." "Any chance he was in on it?" " Not likely, the guy's a boy scout." "They took out the main cameras." "Whoever it is, they have a blueprint on how to beat a biometric security system." "But not an attention to detail." "I checked with the neighbours." "Their garage camera covers a hall window." " That's Yuson." " There's more." "All right, so where is he?" "According to footage, this is the place they could've gone." "But they couldn't have made Yuson disappear." "Hey, this painting is speaking to me." "Listen." " Hey." "Hey, does this thing move?" " How'd you...?" " It worked for Batman." "Looks like a voice-recognition trigger lock." "FASR." "Quantico has been testing this thing." "The lock responds to voice passphrases from the owner." "Consul Nespola's been in Brazil visiting his son." "We haven't been able to reach him." "There's probably not much air." "What about the vault designer?" "That wouldn't help." "You need Nespola's voice." " I'll call LAFD, have them drill it open." " Reinforced steel versus a drill?" " Drill loses." " You think we can pick it?" "You know, we don't need Nespola's vocal chords to get his voice because he's a public figure." "I've got 27,521 views on YouTube." "I love Rumpelstiltskin." "That's an ocean of clips." "How do we narrow that down to a passphrase?" "I'm using a wavelet analysis to super-smooth rapid word combinations." "The English language has 44 phonemes, which are sounds inherent in human speech." "And that's what voice recognition is based on." "Godzilla grew up in the favelas." "So it keys in to sounds instead of words themselves." "We need the right combination within those 44." "God, honour, country, football." "It's like walking into a junkyard." "And you're surrounded by dozens of cars that no longer run." "So you start collecting parts." "Carburettors, radiators, pistons, transmissions." "You clean them off, you see which parts still function." "You put them together, mixing and matching, until you find a combination that runs." "Goody, goody two-shoes." "Yeah, you got it." "Oh, my God." "You all right?" "Let me take this off." "Hold for one second." "Mm-hm, mm-hm." "Unh." "Let me get this straight, you pass up paintings and diamonds for..." "Sneakers?" "All right, I can understand stealing gold, stealing art." "But who pulls a heist for shoes?" "Who keeps them in a vault?" "This Consul Nespola dude has gotta be a hardcore shoe collector." "I know guys who stand in line for days for a pair of kicks." "You're kidding me." "For shoes?" "Aren't you the guy with, like, 35,000 comic books?" "He's got dead stock Waffles, Micropacers, SoCal exclusives." "A collection like this has gotta be worth millions." "Look, kicks are status symbols, all right?" "You live in Malibu, you drive a Maserati." "You live on Slauson, you wear Jordans." " How do you know so much about it?" " I got a four-year degree from" " the streets of Compton and Watts." " I mean, look, they stole one pair." "Judging from what they left, they're something special." "Thieves are not complicated, right?" "Somebody hired them or the shoes are for the black market." "Yeah, either way, we got about 24 hours before the sneakers get moved." "Consul Nespola is here." "All the guy talks about is shoes." "These right here, vintage Brazilian Adidas." "Paid 300 for them, sold them for 5,000." "This is the new stock market." "Okay, oil?" "Unreliable." "Real estate, in the toilet." "But in shoes you trust." "Listen, I go after big paydays." "Made my fortune in junk bonds." "But before I was consul, I was a kid who couldn't afford sneakers." "And now I can, so I do." "You got a picture of the ones that were stolen by any chance?" "Picture of every pair." "Uh..." "Ahem, okay." "These are Two-K Primers." "Oh, yeah, I know Primers." "My brother wanted a pair when we were kids." " Mm." " Parents paid rent instead." " Ha, ha." " What's special about these?" "What's so...?" "Give me that." "This is the very first pair of the final-edition Primers off the assembly line." "Serial Number 001." "Aw, come on." "That means I paid $250,000 for these at auction." "Do you have any idea what they'll be worth in five years?" "No, and I don't really care." "I notice you bought most of them in the last year." "Is that true?" "What I lack in experience, I make up in aggressiveness." "That can't make other collectors happy." "Oh, the other collectors can kiss my Converse, because no one was supposed to know I had these Primers." "That auction was allegedly closed." " Who was in charge of the sale?" " La-La Buendia." "Works for Two-K Shoes." "Hey, congratulations on that promotion." "Yeah, Supervisor of Organised Crime." "Head to Denver at the end of the week." "Yeah, it's cold there." " It's a great department." " Yeah." " Great opportunity." " All right." "So stealing shoes has young and dumb written all over it." "But your thieves manipulated voice recognition, so maybe someone shares their M. O?" "Yeah, why don't you run it by Charlie." "Find a heuristic that will cut down the time?" "I don't know, maybe you have been here too long." "Yo, what are you doing up here, man?" "Who knew shoes could bring the world together?" "Just do not step on anyone's feet." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "What's up?" "If you're here for the Primer bracelets, y'all need to get in line." "You don't let us inside, you're gonna be the one wearing bracelets." "What do the bracelets get you?" "Final-edition Primers drop on the general public in a week." "Everybody is trying to cop." "Once the first pair auctioned off for crazy money, the demand went through the roof." "These bracelets, they keep people from mobbing on the day of release?" "Yeah." "I mean, it only raises the hype, though, you know." "You want a discount, yo?" "I can hook it up." "Hey, sorry I'm late." " That's okay." "Uh, Amita had a Combinatorics symposium in Kansas City." "I had to lecture on synchronised chaos, which is not at all meant for one person." "What's the required reading?" "Well, I checked with our audio guys in Virginia." "And the banks have been using voice-recognition technology for the past few years." "Looks like an imposing list of suspects if we're simply considering bank heists." " You know?" " Epic." "Mm, well, an epic search calls for an epic search algorithm." "It'II, uh..." "It'll sort suspects into segments." "So, Ms. Buendia, you were running the auction for Two-K Shoes." "Nespola said no one was supposed to know the identity of the winning bidder." "This was the auction for the first pair of the final-edition Primers." "Word was gonna get out, regardless." "Plus, who cares?" "Nespola's a jerk." "Any idea who stole his shoes?" "Every head in L.A. Wants that heat." "Me?" "I'm on your side." "I don't get paid until they're found." " What do you mean?" " Nespola froze his auction payment until the shoes are found." "That means no commission for me." "On a quarter-million-dollar sale, you do the math." "Thing about Nespola winning the auction is that everyone else lost." "Leaves a lot of angry bidders." "Well, bidding did get hot and heavy between Nespola and Bit O' Nutz." " Who?" " Heh." "DJ Bit O' Nutz?" "The only sneakerhead with a collection bigger than Nespola's." "Oh, right there, right there." "Yeah, girl, go a little lower, that's right." "Oh, Daddy got a lot of stress down there, girl." "Come on, man." "This is not what I call a happy ending." "Like to talk to you for a few minutes." " What's up, Buster Brown?" " Buster Brown?" "Well, you know, they say kicks say a lot about a man, and, uh, yours are screaming, "super-cop. "" " So you're Vic Moritz, is that right?" " I prefer..." "Bit O' Nutz." "You gotta, gotta be a Bit O' Nutz In this world, world" "It's my hit single." "What's nuts is you bidding six figures on a pair of shoes." "Pfft, man, you can't argue with that." "That's love." "Look, I know everything there is to know about Primers." "It all started with Primer Nelson." "Busted ankle ended his playing days in the league, so he made kicks to prevent injuries to others." "You mix tech with fashion and, bong, Primers became a phenomenon." "We didn't really come here for a history lesson." "Yeah, but it's who I am, baby." "I mean, I produced my first single to buy a pair of Primers." "So you must've been ticked off when Nespola got the final editions." "Man, I'm not gonna lie." "I mean, those kicks are my grails." "But I don't need to steal from a reseller like Nespola." " Mind if we take a look in here?" " Ah." "Here." "You gotta be a Bit O' Nutz" "In this world, world" "Yeah, go ahead." "Toss my crib if you want." "I ain't got nothing to hide." "You are not gonna find any final-edition Primers here." "So is that why you sent threatening e-mails to Nespola and La-La Buendia?" "Look, man, I felt cheated, so I sent a message." "Look, as you can see, I am more intimidating in an e-mail than I am in person." "Look, it's not about the money for me." " Oh, no?" " No." "They say love is putting on a fresh pair every day." "That's me." "I mean, ask around, man." "I mean, my reputation is nice." "I can't say that for Nespola." "So it looks like we're down to duelling lists of 12 suspects here." "Thanks to the power of efficiency through optimised searching." "I'm sorry, I'm kind of nerding out on you." "Oh, no, I was just, uh..." "I was having one of those reflective moments." "Hey, Denver's lucky to have you." " That's what they say, right?" " Heh." "It is a great opportunity." "It's a promotion." "Urban nomads are the last great adventurers." "I was just a kid when I got to Princeton." "Charlie, when you graduated from Princeton, you were just a kid." "No, what I'm saying is that you never learn more about yourself than when you're on your own, when you're away from family." "That's true." "Not everyone has a family like that." "I'm just saying that I don't even wear Buster Browns." " Does it matter?" " No." "You know how much I paid for these?" " Betancourt." " Ha, ha." "Cates." " How you doing?" " This is David Sinclair." "Nice to meet you." "I saw your name on the alert for that consulate heist." "Here, come on, check this out." "Guy runs through here, he gets this." "Yeesh." "Yeah, but how does that connect to us?" "You wear 250 G's on your feet in skid row, you're looking to get jacked." "Yeah, but who gets jacked for one shoe?" "All right, Cinderfella has no ID, but prison tats." " Our techs think Eastern European." " Run his photo, get it to immigration." " Any description on the shooter?" " Witnesses say a white guy in his 20s." "He argued with our dead guy before chasing him down here." " Chased him out of his shoe." " I thought breaking a heel was bad." "Yeah, our killer did go for the shoe but a crowd of lookie-loos scared him off before he got to it." "Chased away by the bum brigade?" "And he dropped his gun." "Forensics is working on prints." "Can't find the other shoe?" "On this street, shiny things tend to disappear quickly." "Yeah, Betancourt." "Okay, yeah, great." "That was Liz and Charlie." "Think they found a possible match on the M.O. From our heist." "I can't wait to meet the guy that hacks voice-recognition locks for a living." "Interpol says his name is Stephanois." "Ha!" "He's French too." "Your rap sheet reads like an encyclopaedia for thieves." "And I made a fortune." "Alas, all good things come to an end." "Than again, a rendezvous with two charming damsels, always a pleasure." "Yeah, you know what really makes us hot?" "Stories about biometric security." "I pulled diamond heists in Paris, art in Monaco." "Yeah, but that's the thing about heists, sooner or later you get caught." "Which is why I embrace the peace and quiet of retirement." "Interpol says you adjusted your game." "Internet theft, hacking speech recognition locks on bank computers." "Taking the life savings of soccer moms." "It was a tad banal." "Is that why you switched it up again?" "Lifting sneakers from Randall Nespola?" "Last night I was having dinner with my parole officer." "The steak was overcooked." "And I would never soil my craft heisting something as trivial as tennis shoes." "Six figure shoes aren't so trivial." "Low six or high six?" " You buy it?" " Well, let's see." "Extremely rare skill set, lifelong criminal." "Maybe there's a connection to Mr. One Shoe." "I'll check." "Wanna see if anyone tried to fence the shoes to other bidders?" "Sure." "Hey, I heard you're leaving me to fend for myself in the boys club." " Yeah." " That's good for you." "Being the boss of your own unit." " But you'll be missed around here." " Thanks." " You're doing all right in the boys club." " No, girl." " I'm just trying to be like you." " Ha, ha." "You ever notice how Professor Elliot resembles a cobra?" "Uh, psoriasis, hood-like neck, bites when angry." "Yeah, okay, I can see it." "You were late to solid-state physics lab again?" "By three minutes." "He locks the doors." "I'll never get my lab hours at this rate." "You know, Charles, there are other labs that would fulfil your dad's requirement." "Oh, yeah, computation and neural systems, for example." " Exactly." "Fine, fine." "As long as the professors aren't asses." " You're looking at them." " You...?" "You...?" "Ah, there he is." "How's the great sneaker caper?" "Well, good news is we found the right one." " Congrats." " But the left one is lost, apparently somewhere on skid row." "Oh, all right, so we're talking about an item that's been misplaced in an area where its value has yet to be determined, so..." "You know what, get us a layout of the crime scene." "And we can run an a priori probability distribution search, which won't tell you where the shoe was picked up, but it will give you search zones." "Sounds like a lot of work for sneakers, ha, ha." "Give me a pair of bubbas." "Well, I'm not familiar with that brand." " Bubbas?" "They're a reference to a variety of generic brands." "Like, cheap sneakers." "Great for a fifth grader quantity-wise, not so great aesthetically." "Right, hence my having to wear golf shoes for Little League." "Hey, you were lucky you didn't go barefoot." "You know, in an area like skid row where no one knows the difference between bubbas and Primers, the preference for shoes balances between need and aesthetic value." "Sounds like shipwrecks and sneakers." " What's that?" "True story." "The vessel Hansa was en route from Korea to Portland when it lost all these crates of sneakers overboard." "Oh, yeah, yeah, I read about that." "Yeah, they wound up on shores from Oregon to Hawaii in a pattern, depending on what the brands were, or whether they were rights or lefts." "And scientists used the flow pattern to trace the shoes back to the spill site." "Is this gonna get us anywhere, or are we just digressing?" "When do I ever digress?" "Thanks." "Hey, thanks for making the time." "We need to know if either of these faces look familiar." "Uh, maybe one of them sniffed around, trying to get contact info off of one of the auction bidders." "Mm." "Never seen either one." "Uh..." "Look, yesterday maybe I came off wrong." "The thing is, that commission is my seed money." "Future site of my company once I leave Two-K Shoes." "Man, I haven't seen anything in here since TJ's Drug Store cleared out." " Yeah." " I used to patrol the area." "Well, it'd be nice to bring business back." "You know, give some people jobs." " Make some affordable hot kicks." " Affordable and hot?" " That's not an easy combination." " Yeah." "But it's more fulfilling than selling shoes that nobody wears." "Yeah, I got you." "So no one approached you about any of the bidders?" "No." "But I did get a call after the auction about the bid amounts." "The guy didn't leave his name, and I didn't give him the numbers." "La-La gets a call about the bid amounts, probably gauging the market value for fencing the shoes." "So we did a dump on La-La's phone." "Traced a call to a guy who matches the description of our skid row shooter." "Lee Diddums, popped for a GTA." "Liquor store hold-ups before that." " Johnny Knoxville stays busy." " Oh, come on, he's minor league." "Yeah, that's what I thought until I looked at his earlier jobs." "Internet theft using audio files." "He was juvie at the time." "That's why he wasn't in our records." "During his time in juvie, he had a visitor, Jean Stephanois." " Diddums is his kid?" " No, his nephew." "Mother's maiden name is Stephanois." "That apple fell far from the tree and rolled down the hill." "All right, put an APB on him and let's interview Stephanois again." "ICE ID'd our dead guy." "He's Ekin Zetroc." "He's Albanian, in the country illegally." "I have an address." "I am going inside." "You have no business." "Look who shows up at the dead Albanian's house." "No." "You don't know anything." "No, no, get out of my life." "What am I, your woman?" "Hey." "I'm going in there." "If you're taking bets, I gotta go with Nespola." " Get in your little car and go home." " We got the same car." "I don't know, Bit O' Nutz could surprise." " Why am I talking to you?" " You gonna hide?" " You like shoes, my man?" " I'm about to go loco on you right now." "Hey, save it for the Octagon." "Save it." " Back up." " Is that right?" "Aren't your bankrolls a little large to be duking it out on the street?" "I got a call from some guy." "He's offering to sell my Primers back to me." " I got the same call." "No one showed." "Hard to show when dead." "Looks like our Albanian was trying to set up a bidding war." "Whoa, whoa, what's that?" "Did you find my Primers?" " We're halfway there, okay?" "Listen." "You spend that much on shoes, they should stay on your feet." "He wore them?" "That ruins the value." "Things are looking worse for Diddums." "Forensics came back on the gun." "He killed our skid-row stiff, Zetroc." " Yeah, anything with the APB?" " No, nothing yet." "We combed Zetroc's place." "Nothing there but Albanian junk." "So we grabbed his cell-phone records." "Traced calls to Nespola and Moritz, and according to our interface, came from a warehouse on skid row." "All right, get on it." "FBI." "Don't move." "I got him." "Hey." "Get back here." "Hey, don't, don't, don't." " Nice jump." "Gotta be the shoes." "Yeah, but which ones?" "Diddums tied them up, left them in the back room." "Stylish crew." "Thought the general release date wasn't until next week?" "Why wait?" "You make your own." "Counterfeiters." "Use a mould from an authentic pair to make knockoffs." "So everyone here is Albanian." "Same as our dead friend, Zetroc." "Any idea what Diddums was searching for?" "No." "No one knows, but they've seen him before." "He met with their bosses." "Bosses?" "Ekin Zetroc and that guy, Nadroj Ria." "I didn't know Zetroc." "Really?" "You know Albania, right?" "Nice labour camps." "Makes Chino look like Chuck E. Cheese." "Immigration will make sure you meet up with the old friends." "I'd rather do prison here than go back there." "All right, start talking." "Diddums stole a pair of final-edition Primers from some rich guy." "We paid him 20,000 to borrow the shoes for a few hours." "Make moulds, take pictures." "We can knock out a hundred counterfeits in a day." "But the other part, that was Zetroc's idea." "The other part?" "Switch the shoes on Diddums." "Give him counterfeits." "Because, naturally, one good theft deserves another." "Zetroc said we could auction off the real pair." "But Diddums killed him first." "What was Diddums doing at the warehouse when we arrived?" "The Primers Zetroc was wearing were knockoffs too." "Now he was going back for the real ones." "We might be crooks, but we're not stupid." "So where are the originals?" "Your nephew's a killer." "Lee can barely wipe his backside without screwing up." "Much less commit murder." "You didn't tell us pulling heists was a family business." "My nephew is on the shallow end of the gene pool." "How about laying low?" "You teach him that?" "Is there anything in my history that suggests this kind of buffoonery?" "I once owned a place in Tahiti." "Had I made that score," "I'd be there right now, surrounded with beauties." "Well, you can think about that." "Call me crazy, but I believe him." "So if we find the damn Primers, we'll catch him." "You gotta hand it to him, not easy to find a needle in a needle stack." "Especially when the only guy that knows which is which is dead." "Man, I know everything about these kicks and I can't tell the difference." "That's funny, considering a real one costs ten times as much." "I tried weighing them." "Every sneaker's the same 15 ounces." "Hot off the presses." "The results from my skid-row distribution search." "Although now I'm thinking that this information's obsolete." "New problem, one of these is the authentic pair." "Really?" "Hmm." "Um..." "You could compare material bases using a cross dissection." "Uh, is he suggesting we cut open a pair of final-edition Primers?" "Buoyancy, then." "If these counterfeits are made from a mould, a buoyant force on a counterfeit would be different from a buoyant force acting on an authentic pair." "Buoyancy means water, right?" "Not on hand-stitched tumbled leather." "Is there a way to do it without destroying a pair of shoes?" "There is." "I would need an authentic pair of Primers." "You know what?" "I need more sneakers." "Where's the assistant?" "Sorry, thought I might have slipped a disc back there." "You okay?" "Yeah, yeah, no." "I'm fine." "I can't believe they use the word "air" to describe these things." " This the way you treat lab assistants?" " No." "They spend a week in horticultural boot camp at the Eppes house." "I see, that's who cuts our lawn." "I'll be back." " Hey." "Hey." "Nice shades." " Thank you." " Who puts the Coppertone on who?" "Actually this machine has no impact on skin pigmentation." "Hyperspectral imaging just simply collects and processes information from across the electromagnetic spectrum." "How's it do that?" "By seeing all ranges of light from the visible to the ultraviolet." "In much the same manner as a mantis shrimp, who curiously are neither mantis nor shrimp." "They just look alike." "These are the guys that are gonna help us?" "Okay." "It's like this stress ball." "Now it may resemble the far heavier paperweight, but they have different core properties." "Ow." " What are you doing?" " Just thought you were gonna catch it." "The hyperspectral sensors collect information as a set of images." "And then that information is combined to form a 3-D picture, which reveals the object's true properties." "Yeah." "By testing these warehouse shoes along with the authentic Primers." "The hyperspectral will tell us which of these pairs is identical to the authentic pairs." "Sneakers and shrimp with x-ray vision?" "I remember when zippers on kicks were cutting edge." "You talking about kangaroos?" "I had a pair of ROOS in the second grade." " Ha, ha." " I wore them everywhere." "I used to keep quarters in the pocket." " For the ice-cream man." " Yep." "Man, the sneaker game." "Some call it a subculture, but I think it's about back-in-the-day memories." "Nothing better than somebody asking, "Where'd you get those?"" "Right." "In a neighbourhood full of afterthoughts, dope pair of kicks made a kid feel good about herself." "Well, it's been relayed through the ether that your time with us may be short." "FBI made me an offer that I..." "I just couldn't refuse." "Listen, I congratulate and commend you." "Decisions that take us away from family, those are..." "Those are..." "Well, they're not easy ones." "It's not that hard." "Older brother's busy with the State Department." "Younger brother's in prison, and father died years ago." "If I turn down a promotion like this, I don't get another shot for three years." "Well, opportunities sometimes require just kind of leaving others behind." "Now in my case, I found my new family." "People I work with, laugh with, think with." "So I suppose I found my reason to stay." "None of these shoes are authentic." "And yet they still manage to keep your feet from getting dirty." "Hey..." "Oh, look at that, size 12." "You don't start talking soon, you're on your way back to Shkodër." "Diddums has the Primers." "When he came back to the warehouse for the real pair, he put a gun in my face, so I told him where to find the shoes." " Why didn't you tell us to begin with?" " Heh." "I figured I could make bail, hunt down Diddums myself." "Win-win." "Take his shoes or his money." "Hunt him down where?" "FBI." " FBI." "Get down." "Let's go, come on." "I got Diddums." "You, get down." " Aah!" "No, come here." "Hands behind your back." "Spread your legs." " I got my running shoes on today." " Nice." " Where are the Primers?" " Primers what?" " That's a lot of cash you got there." "Found it under my pillow." "He's erased his call history." "Don't bother checking the SIM chip either." " Torched that too." "Aah!" " Your uncle teach you how to do that?" " Hey." " Ah..." "Take a look at this." "Nice." "You gotta, gotta be a Bit O' Nutz" "In this world, world" "Now why would Vic Moritz give you his number?" "Better question, why didn't anybody teach you not to write on your hand?" "Come on, genius." "This way." "Where you been?" "I been calling all day, I been going crazy." " Get your hands behind your back." " What?" "Crazy to hire thieves to steal from Randall Nespola?" "Listen, we can work something out." "You like autographed CDs or something?" " Where are the sneakers?" " I don't know, I wish I could tell you." "I hear in jail "Bit O' Nutz" has a whole different meaning." "Wait, wait, you are not hearing me." "Look, I had the Primers, as in past tense." "Unbelievable." "Think you don't believe this?" "Imagine waking up to this." "I usually chase people in sneakers, not the sneakers themselves." "And what's it called when déjà vu is real?" "It's called we missed something." "Diddums is in custody, we searched his place, no shoes." "Moritz could've hidden his collection somewhere else." "Let's go with what we have." "Techs say that a torch was used to open the vault." "Now they also found a point of entry, broken window in the garage." "A straightforward smash and grab." "For an entire vault of shoes?" "Maybe the thief knows how to fence sneakers." "Or he's trying to throw us off." "The real prize here is the Primers." "Who knew about the Primers and has the ability to pull off big heists?" "Doesn't seem like Stephanois' style." "But he's getting old, and he's in a hurry." "To get to Tahiti." "Stephanois is in the wind, so I figure 24 hours tops to move the shoes." "I can't help but relate this conundrum to shipwrecks and sneakers." " Okay, what's that?" " Heh." "Well, it could work as a method of telegraphing." "We reverse the focus." "We use the elements we know to predict where the shoes will float to." "Right, for David it works." "What do we know?" "The market value of the shoes and the sneakerheads who might be interested in them." "Right, and the telegraph process links these two factors." "It measures risk versus reward." "It gives us a third factor, the most likely buyer." "I mean, we all play pinball." "Think of the Primers as a pinball." "Now, the number of buyers is already limited." "The level of risk involved with purchasing the shoes tells us where the bumpers are." "Now, the Primers are extremely high priced, they're high profile." "They're high risk considering they're stolen property." "So the number of possible avenues of possible buyers, considering all factors, becomes extremely limited." "In fact, the buyer with the least risk and the greatest ability to purchase is the same person that we might least suspect." "The original owner." "All right, hold it." "Hands behind the back, you know the drill." "I suppose Tahiti will have to wait, huh?" "But you'll always have Paris, right?" "Must have just sold the shoes." "Got your call, Eppes." "Didn't believe it until Stephanois showed up." " Where's Nespola?" "Inside." "Technically, he's on foreign soil, so he's got diplomatic immunity." "He may have immunity, but the shoes don't." " They're my Primers." "They're stolen." "They're evidence in a murder case." "You know, I'm foreign consul, I don't, uh..." "I don't have to cooperate with the FBI." "Yeah, you're right, but the Primers are coming with us." " Which means they'll be in evidence." " Never know how long that could take." "Who knows how the sneakers will be treated?" " Stories I heard about evidence?" " Yeah, I've heard some..." "Phew." "Okay." "If I cooperate, promise you're gonna take care of the Primers?" "You gonna make your auction payment?" "No scuff marks on the shoes." "Whoever it is in evidence, please make sure they know what they're doing." " You can't put them in direct sunlight." " Just give us the damn shoes, huh?" "So, anyway, I just put it in a box inside the..." "Closet?" "Really?" "My vault's voice recognition won't be reconfigured for another week." "Okay?" "So until then." "Oh, no." " Oh, come on." " I just put them here." "Well, here we go again." "That sounds like..." "Dad, I saw you hide these, but they're so cool." "Best birthday ever." "These are for me, right?" "Let's say we give your dad a second, okay?" "Show me what you got." "Little bit of deep." "Get up." "Ha-ha-ha." "Hand-stitched leather." "Candy-painted chassis, carbon fibre steel shank plates." " In each sole." " And a smile on your kid's face." "Buy the shoes for him." "Yeah, look at how much fun he's having." "Come on, play some D, baby." "I got you, give it up." "All right, that's you." " Just over there." "Hey, hey." " You got a name for your company?" " Not yet." "I don't think Phil Knight came up with Nike till he got his first shoe." "And Nespola made his auction payment." "It's your commission cheque." " Yeah, he was in a generous mood." " That's cool." " Ha, ha." " Hey, good looking out." "Now you can quit your job, you know, do this thing for real." "You know I'll bring the heat." " I just got one request." " What's that?" "Can you make me a pair with zippers on the side?" "Sure." "Liz said she'd call us when she lands in Denver." " Hey." " Hey." "Oh, anything for me?" "Uh, no, sorry, this is..." "Actually, this is all me." "So check it out, John Maeda, he's a professor at MIT." "He, uh..." "He designed a pair of kicks based on his own algorithms." "So I thought I'd do the same." "Check these out, what do you think?" "Hidden Markov model on the toe." "Some Hermitian random matrices on the tongue, and a social-network analysis throughout." "Air Geeks." "Okay, dinner is almost ready." "Tonight you will have the honour of having goulash." "Hungarian for whatever's in the fridge." "What's up, Pop?" "Bad day at the lab or something?" "Yeah, that's very funny." "Oh." "Now just keep on laughing." "Think I'm gonna change my will." "Oh." " On my way over, look who I found." "Hey." " Whoa." " Aren't you supposed to be on a plane?" "I was." "Then I looked at my boots." "I've, uh, had these boots for seven years." "I've worn them into the ground." "I've replaced the heels, the zippers." "But I'd never give them up." "So if I can't let go of a pair of boots, then why the hell would I ever let go of a great situation like this?" "A great job doesn't compare to a great life." "You guys are family." " Well said." "Wait a minute." " Did you just compare us to old boots?" " I did." "How do you know we'll take you?" " Yeah, watch." " I see." "You just sit down?" "Speaking of old boots, let's eat some goulash." "Definitely changing my will, definitely."