"CHARLIE:" "Entropy:" "A measure of randomness, a parameter of disorder, energy broken down, an irretrievable heat." "[RABBI SINGING IN HEBREW]" "CHARLIE:" "What might appear to be chaos, even decay, is really a system's way of smoothing out differences, its search for equilibrium." " Is that too florid?" " Mm." "For 30 overachieving grad students?" "Probably." "But for me..." "Tell me more about irretrievable heat." "CHARLIE:" "Where language might fail us, the poetries of math and physics bring clarity, observing spontaneous changes" "in isolated systems." "[GRUNTS]" "[ALARM BLARING]" "CHARLIE:" "Entropy is our yardstick, measuring progress, defining the boundaries of a story, a beginning and an end." "Entropy has the unique ability to choose a particular direction for time." " The arrow of time." " The arrow of time." "CHARLIE:" "Uncorrelated parts interact and find their connections in an evolving system." "So from one perspective, entropy is a clock, charting the irreversible." "Looks like an arrow pointing straight back to L.A." "Nice of them to leave us a trail of breadcrumbs." "JOE:" "Hey, Sinclair." " Hey, Joe." "What do you need?" "Great big net." "Got three men over the wall." "Had a car waiting." "Tyre tracks say older model, long wheelbase." "LIZ:" "Well, that narrows it down." "Unless we hear reports about three bad-asses terrorising the countryside in their underwear, count on a change of clothes too." "So they already made it past the roadblocks, huh?" "Long gone." "Look at this here." " Oh, looks like..." " Dental floss." "How the hell did they get that much dental floss?" "That's a good question." "Must have had a lot of time on their hands." " They being?" " That is why I dialled you in on this." "WOMAN:" "Hey, Ugly." " Ugly?" " Uh, yeah, that's Ugly Joe." "There's a Big Joe, Little Joe and an Ugly Joe." " There's a bigger Joe?" " No, an uglier one." "Ha." "Ahh, damn." "NIKKI:" "Buck Winters." " No, no." "Tell me about the other two." "Gray McClaughlin." "Doesn't look like he's had any time to commit a crime where he didn't get caught." "I mean, he started off low-level drug dealing, couldn't make that work." "Yeah, I just read something like 95 percent of small businesses fail their first year." " You know, he's not a bad-Iooking cat." " Really?" "Oh, but when you guys notice, it's okay?" "Come on." "Next." "Uh, Rafe Lansky." "He's an Aryan-Iooking individual, but he's pretty ethnically enlightened." "He freelanced for the Colombians, the Jamaicans, the Russians." "DON:" "As?" "COLBY:" "Hit man." "Dropped at least six bodies we know of." "Also, he moved four others into the "pending inactive" column as "likely but unprovable."" " Anything with known associates?" " I just got the files, boss." "All right, it's a fugitive case just like any other." "You know, any other case, first thing I look at is the guy who shot his wife." "Go to the second." "Okay." "Buck Winters, 17 years old, hooks up with his teacher, Crystal Hoyle." "Buck's father already beats the crap out of him on a regular basis." "He finds out, he beats some more of the crap out of him." "Buck killed him for trying to keep them apart." "Pit-bull puppy love." "Buck and Crystal rob and shoot their way across the country, get married in Vegas." "LIZ:" "Because, really, who doesn't?" "These are two seriously fearless individuals." "COLBY:" "They robbed a meth lab and blew it up." "We caught Buck, and Crystal retaliated by kidnapping Megan." "Megan Reeves?" "This is that case?" "Don never talked to you about any of this?" " No." " When Hoyle took Megan, Don lost it." "Some things happened during his interrogation with Buck." "NIKKI:" "Things like?" "All I know is Don got the information he needed," "Buck went to the hospital, and we got Megan back." "Crystal Hoyle went down shooting." "Actually, she drove at our roadblock with a carload of hand grenades." "[GUNSHOT]" "DAVID:" "Don pulled the trigger." "NIKKI:" "Just another day in the exciting field of crime fighting." "Why is Don acting like he did something wrong?" "It's just sometimes this job forces you to ask yourself some really hard questions." "And I guess that was one time Don just wasn't ready for the answers." " Kid threatened Don." " He didn't have to." "I'll take Lansky." "Why don't you take McClaughlin?" "Unless, of course, you think you're gonna lose yourself in his deep brown eyes." "Oh." " Hey." " I thought you snuck out early to work." "CHARLIE:" "You guys remember that idea I had for finding in a complex polynomial encryption?" "Withers just patented it." "No, it wasn't Withers, it was his collective." "In fact, I think a civil engineer suggested attacking it through Riemann's hypothesis." "LARRY:" "You know, I'm sorry." "Colour me stodgy, but these attempts to manufacture insight by committee run counter to the entire history of great thought." "There are plenty of instances of great thought coming in the works of groups." "Uh, Pissarro, Monet and Degas." "Wedgwood, Watt and Darwin." "Oppenheimer, von Neumann, Wilson, Weisskopf." " The neo-Confucians..." " Okay, fine." "Go ahead, pelt me with specifics." "Hey, we should start our own think tank." "You know, once a month, anything anyone comes up with, we all..." "Everyone shares in." "I don't know why I didn't suggest that in the first place." "We could get Osaki for chemistry," "Galuski for that down-and-dirty engineering perspective." "You know who would add a fresh dimension of thought?" " Who?" " Your dad." "Hey, certainly." "Thirty-five years of practical experience in urban planning, but that fresh eye of the student." "Yeah, mm-mm, I don't think so." "So who wants to talk dental floss?" "Gray McClaughlin has a girlfriend, Deanne Drake." "Yeah, visited him 12 times in the last 18 months." "And marshals are staked out at her house, tapped her phones, no activity." "I got a work address." "I figured we could go shake her up." "Pier 16, huh?" "And she is?" " A forklift driver." " Huh." "McClaughlin really attracts the girly, super-feminine types, huh?" "So how did she, uh, meet this good-Iooking cat?" "Prison pen-pal website." "Now insert your next joke here." "Oh, no." "No way I squander this opportunity." "I figure I'll toss a few ideas around with David and make sure we really get this one right." "I'm never gonna share again." "[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]" "Nikki just found a known associate of McClaughlin's." " Figured we'd..." " Yeah, that's good." "DAVID:" "It's 30 feet long." "Floss is sold in containers of 20 to a 150 yards." "I'm an informed shopper." "Just eyeballing the density of this rope," "I'm thinking it's gotta be 18-, maybe 19,000 feet." "LARRY:" "Three and a half miles of dental floss, even assuming an average container size of 50 yards..." "A hundred and twenty-seven rolls of floss." "You guys find new and special ways to freak me out all the time." "Hundred and twenty-seven rolls of floss, which is a restricted item in prisons for this exact reason." "Yeah, well, this and the fact that it's a great way to slice through someone's jugular vein." "Ew." "Well, I mean, we could apply a simplex algorithm." "The time it took to build the ladder based on the difficulty of access." "Yeah, and they had limited time to work on it when the other prisoners and the guards weren't watching." "And they'd have to find a way to hide the containers, throw them out." "So some floss math tells us when they get started, so it might say something about where they're going." "What?" ""Floss math."" "DAVID:" "So we're talking about at least months of planning." "Buck Winters, he was all impulse." "The other two, well, they're no masterminds, so..." "Buck Winters?" "Don didn't?" "You know, it all..." "It all went down last night, so I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know you're up yet." "It's, um..." "[DOOR OPENS]" " I just saw the teletype." " Yeah, the marshals dialled us in." "All right, let's just assume the requisite stoic Don Eppes posture." "You lock up enough of these guys and sooner or later, they get out." "This kid breaks out of jail, makes a beeline straight towards you, and he doesn't even bother to cover his tracks." "He's just another fugitive, you know." "We hunt him down and we'll put him back." "I hope you're just lying to me and not to yourself." "Come on." "MAN [OVER PA]:" "Driver on dock for securing your truck, please." "COLBY:" "Deanne Drake?" " Yeah." " FBI." " Hell, no." "[DEANNE GRUNTING]" "How about a hand?" "Please?" " Punch her." " She's a girl." ""Girl" must mean something different in Idaho." "Okay." "A hand, please." "[CLICKS]" "And something to remember when that next funny remark comes into your head." "Got your Glock 9s, Walther P22, Beretta.25." "You're going in close, drop a silencer on this puppy and you're like a whisper." "Dan Wesson.357. Now, this is six shots, but what a six." "Feel that metal in your hands." "Whatever you want." "That's a Desert Eagle.50 calibre." "That thing's bigger than you are." "Man's not lying." "That's a whole lot of gun." "That's fine." "We got a whole lot of plans." "[GUNFIRE]" "You got nothing to hold me on." "How about a stolen Cadillac you left outside the prison?" " I drive an F-150." " Deanne, come on, you watch TV." "When we find it, you so much as sneezed in that car, we can DNA-match a booger off the dashboard." "You really wanna go down that road with us?" "Accessory to escape is ten to 15, especially if you look like a bad citizen." "And so far, you don't look like a good citizen." "And look, you are not the first woman to throw away a good life on a bad man." "You put it out there." "I get that." "You have to put it out there, right?" "But you drew a creep." "[SIGHS]" "You think I didn't know, deep down?" "I mean, he's a looker, but he's no actor." "He's got this way about him." "It's the way he looks at you, it just..." "How'd you get the floss in?" " What?" " The dental floss." "He wanted a car, three changes of clothes, uh..." "Wait, what?" "What?" "Dental floss?" "[DOOR OPENS]" "She says she set the car, but she doesn't know where they are." "[SIGHS]" "Okay." "Write it up." "Hey, boss." "Look, for what it's worth," "I think you did what you had to do with that kid." "I mean, you made some hard choices, but you were on the side of angels." "Hmm." "CHARLIE:" "So has California Corrections given us more details on trash procedures?" "No, I'm still waiting." "One has to admire the ingenuity of work here." "I mean, creating the unexpected out of the mundane." "I mean, it's like, uh, Robinson Crusoe." " Professor on Gilligan's Island." " Similar circumstance." "Necessity plus freedom from distraction." "Oh, I don't know, there was Mary Ann." "Smart man, staying away from Ginger." "LARRY:" "Speaking of choosing one's words, have you spoken with Don?" "Oh." "If he wants to talk about this case, he'll get around to it, you know." "How about you?" "How are you doing?" "You know, must bring up some stuff." "Megan's kidnapping." "Um..." "Yeah." "Ah, yet again, male communication tests the limits of Shannon's source coding theorem." "Granting you that," "I will inelegantly reintroduce the idea of bringing Alan into the think tank." "Uh, yeah, sure, because he and I don't spend enough time together under the same roof or at the same school." "Okay, I was 7 years old, and I asked my dad if he could help me figure out a good estimate for the remainder term in the Taylor expansion of the hyperbolic cosine." "Our eyes met, and there was this tacit understanding that we had crossed the Rubicon." "When you're 7 years old, your dad should be 7 feet tall." "So I separated math from my dad." "As irrational as it sounds, I'd prefer to keep it that way." "Well, I'm just surprised that you even have time for me today," "I mean, uh, what with Buck Winters on the loose." "Well, you know, there's this thing called the Internet now." "They give you the news." "You don't have to worry, Dad." "It's all right." "That's a fairly ridiculous statement." "I know you are capable of taking care of yourself." "What bothers me is this, uh, strange detachment of yours." "That's what this looks like?" "Really?" "Detachment?" "I'm your father, I can't help it." "I just, um..." "I'm, uh, scared." "Look, I'm scared that if I go out there, I'm gonna have to kill this kid." " Eight to nine months." " That's it?" "No bells?" "No whistles?" "No, no, I mean, I tracked the rates of floss being stolen from the infirmary, allowed for parallel escape plans, blah, blah, blah." "But ask me what's really interesting about this rope." "Charlie, what's really interesting about this rope?" "Boy, I'm glad you asked." "Floss is generally fabricated from bundles of nylon or Teflon filaments." "It's produced in different decitexes and thicknesses." "Which makes some brands stronger than others." "CHARLIE:" "And sharper." "You build this rope with the wrong floss, it's not gonna sustain body weight or it's gonna cut your hands." "Lab had the same idea." "They didn't find any blood anywhere on the rope." "Exactly." "All my models indicate that there was no trial and error." "So this rope wasn't built, this rope was engineered, which requires a certain amount of aptitude, expertise." "DAVID:" "Which is none of our three guys." "Excuse me." " Hey." " Hey." "CHARLIE:" "So, bro, you don't write, you don't call." "You know how it is." "I thought David was filling you in." "Yeah, he filled us in." "Dental floss." "Heh." "So we found an interesting, uh, connection." "All right, good." "[KNOCKING ON DOOR]" "COLBY:" "Tim Pynchon?" "FBI." "Yeah, it's the shoes." "This is because I celled with Gray McClaughlin, right?" " Till ten months ago, yeah." " I hit the DNA lottery." "Thank L.A.P.D. For mislabelling evidence." "You could do a phone dump, toss my capacious abode." "COLBY:" "Seems like a long way down for a guy who's used to pulling six- and seven-figure takedowns." "I guess high-end burglaries don't prepare you for the contemporary job market, do they?" "It's all computers these days." "Yeah, well, you do strike us as the kind of guy that would put together a bullet-proof escape plan, design a rope ladder out of dental floss." "You know who doesn't strike us that way?" "Gray McClaughlin, Rafe Lansky, Buck Winters." "You guys gonna give me some love if this is the what-if conversation?" "Well, I'd say that depends on the what-if." "What if a guy's looking at 15 for a Bel-Air vault he didn't blow?" "Spent two years figuring his way out as an intellectual exercise." "Does this guy include his cellmate in this intellectual exercise?" "Kind of rude not to." "So, what if he finds out he's going home and his cellie offers him 5 G's for the plan?" "Where's McClaughlin come up with 5 grand?" "He used to deal with a guy named Nestor Ruiz, Luiz." "That's the kind of guy that might hide him out in this what-if scenario." "So how many things about that conversation didn't you like?" "Well, aside from cooperating before we even got in the door, confessing sideways to two felonies, then pointing us in the direction of another guy?" "Yeah, aside from that." "A six-figure safecracker and he risks his dumb-luck release for pocket money." "I think I'm still kind of stuck on that comment about my shoes." "I'm standing here hoping that a 19-year-old boy is gonna get himself stabbed in a bar fight or OD in an alley." "I once stood not far from here, wishing a similar end to the woman he loved, because she threatened someone I cared for." "It made me feel just helpless." "I came to realise that if her actions seemed unfathomable, her motives weren't." "I don't wanna know why that kid is the way that he is." "Well, in cosmology, the arrow of time points in the direction of expansion." "And if the universe decides to contract one day..." "The past is gonna come looking for us whether we want it to or not?" "Well, cosmologists argue that the future will continue to move in the same direction." "But perhaps the universe has a more open mind." "COLBY:" "I wish Pynchon would make a move already." " Which apartment are we staring at?" " Up the stairs, all the way on the right." "Hope you didn't have any big plans for tonight." "No, just this photo I gotta e-mail to Idaho." "And that would be him." "Where's he going?" "An exit on the third floor in that middle archway." " Dumps out on Loma." " All right, got it." "He went into another apartment." "Forty." " Borrowing a cup of sugar?" " Borrowing the landlady?" "LIZ [OVER RADIO]:" "There's a window." "We're gonna go check it out." "[PYNCHON SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]" "PYNCHON:" "Cops." "[GUNFIRE]" "Shots fired." "They're coming your way." "[GROANING]" "[YELLS]" "[CLICKS]" "[DAVID GRUNTS]" " You all right?" "DAVID:" "Yeah." " He was kind enough to break my fall." " Good for him." "[PHONE RINGING]" " Eppes." " We have McClaughlin." "[SIGHS]" "[RINGING]" "DON [OVER PHONE]:" "Yeah, keep me posted." "Eppes." "MAN [OVER PHONE]:" "Do you know who this is?" "Yeah." "Then you know what I want." "So Winters called you from a burner cell." "Untraceable, but if he calls you again, the Tech boys will try and get a triangulation." "Okay, thanks." "Two-minute-and-thirty-eight-second conversation." " What did you two fellas talk about?" " About what you'd expect." "I'm trying to figure out if this is eating you up or you're being a tool." "Can't be both?" "Put everything else aside, okay?" "You've got an office full of people who are trying to take down two escaped killers." "And it would be pretty screwed up if our biggest obstacle was our boss." "I'll try to stay out of your way." "NIKKI:" "How'd you get Pynchon to hide you out?" "You stare at the same walls and you hear the same stories for 23 hours a day." "And so I tell Pynchon about some drug stash that the cops didn't find on my last pinch." "This is when he finds out about Nestor?" "There isn't a Nestor." "It's a jail story." "You know, hidden drug stash, buried pirate treasure." "It's the same difference." "I'll tell you, for a smart guy," "Pynchon believed what he wanted to believe." "You know, he got obsessed, started planning his way out." "And then after he jackpotted that appeal, got obsessed with me getting out and leading him to the buried treasure." "You strung him along." "Him and Deanne." "Is anyone really surprised by my lack of character?" " And Buck and Rafe?" "McCLAUGHLIN:" "Guys like those, you go your separate way as soon as you can." "And where's their separate way?" " I have my theories." "NIKKI:" "Such as?" "Such as, what kind of deal are we gonna make?" "Here's your deal." "Accessory after the fact." " To what?" " Everything." "You facilitated an escape, which means that you are culpable for every crime that I can prove is a result of that escape." "Winters and Lansky, they steal a car, it's on you." "They rob a bank, it's like you were driving the car." "They kill a federal agent," "I got good seats in the gallery watching them cook you." "Go ahead, doubt me." "Put your little jailhouse law degree against mine." "And then take a look at the clock and try to figure out how many more crimes your partners are putting on your tab while you sit there and don't talk." "[SIGHS]" "Buck wants to kill some cop, but Rafe doesn't want to." "Buck the alpha dog?" "When the kid made a deal with Rafe, everybody figured that, you know, it was what it was." "Fish staying alive behind some muscle." "But then after a while, you just couldn't tell anymore." " Was it love?" "Maybe something else?" " So where are they?" "Starline Motel." "At least, that's where they were." "All I've got in my trunk is a blanket and a flashlight." "Looks like, uh, you're hunting bear, hmm?" "No, uh, actually, I like bears." "Uh, Mr. Eppes, it's not a good time right now." " Don's kind of busy." " Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I know." "Uh..." "Uh, David, you've known Donnie longer than anyone, you know, um..." "I..." "[ALAN SIGHS]" "I didn't do everything right, you know." "You'll see when you have kids." "It's practically impossible to get everything right." " But I think that I've, uh..." " Don't worry." "I'll take care of him." " Okay?" " Okay." "Hey." "Oh, Viterbi algorithms." "Hey, I thought you said they were for suckers." "I had this idea about predicting Buck Winters' next move." "It sort of drifted a bit." "Tell me it isn't right." "Hey." "Have you spoken to Don about this?" "No." "But I'm going to." "Hey, Sinclair." "Nice of you to invite us this time." "LIZ:" "So it's Room 7." "Manager's pretty sure they're still inside." " Because?" " He knocked on the door this morning for, quote, "one big-ass fight," end quote, and Buck answered, apologised, gave him a 50 to forget about it." "LIZ:" "Their car is still parked in front of the unit." "A '75 Caddy, comes back stolen." "All right, so..." "This unit here, bathroom window here." "[GUNFIRE]" "JOE:" "Here, back here." "Looks like Buck broke his heart." "Hey, so, um, there's this thing called a Viterbi algorithm." "It's a way of finding the most probable sequence of hidden states." " Hidden states." " There's a guy." "He does three things:" "He sleeps, he eats, and he hunts." "And he chooses which one of those three things to do based on the season, the time of day, and the weather." "Now, if we can only see this man and know what he's doing at a singular moment frozen in time, what the Viterbi algorithm does is it tells us what the whole world looks like at that moment." "I used a similar approach with Buck Winters." "I tried to predict his actions, specifically those that could be inferred by the states of Buck hiding from the cops, Buck with a gun..." "Buck trying to kill Don." "You already know where to find Buck Winters." "Why didn't you call me when you found out he escaped?" " I don't see math here." " Five years down the road, you still don't realise that there's always math." "What the hell's wrong with you?" "I didn't have a choice with Crystal." "Think about this sermon I heard the other day, this, uh, verse they were talking about, uh..." "[SPEAKS IN HEBREW]" "At least the way I understood it was:" "What's in your hand?" "What are the things that you can control?" "Hey, how are you controlling the situation by shutting me out?" "In perceptual terms, memory can only be increased as correlations increase." "You understand that the arrow of time can only take you from the past to the future, that what you do tonight, what you do tomorrow won't put the bullet back in that gun." "You ought to think about what you're about to do." "Think about the regrets you'll have two years from now." "[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]" "There's auto glass all over the kerb out back." "Looks like Buck stole another car." "Well, crime techs think Rafe was coldcocked, dragged to the bathtub, and shot there." "Sure, then he climbs out the bathroom window so the manager doesn't see him, steals a new car so he's got a head start." "Recovered Winters' burner from a Dumpster four blocks away." "I think he was watching us hit his room." "COLBY:" "He was waiting for Don." "DAVID:" "You start a dump?" "NIKKI:" "Already on it." "In the meantime, we pulled the last few numbers off the memory." "LIZ:" "You gotta see this." "[PAPER RUSTLING]" "That's Don's cell." "Why didn't he...?" "The number is incoming, not outgoing." "Don called Buck." "[DOOR OPENS]" "Buck calls you through the FBI switchboard." "You guys speak for two-plus minutes." "You tell us it's nothing but B.S. Threats." "I say, "Okay."" "You ever think to mention he gave you his phone number?" "Yeah, that motel lead came in." "He'd have been there, we wouldn't be having this conversation." "Well, here we are, having this conversation." "You called him." "You called him out." "You scramble a five-man TAC team." " Tell the marshals..." " You don't get to do that." "You can't play it off like you've got some kind of clear head about this." "Taking a back seat, sleepwalking your way through this investigation, you know, I kind of get that." "Don." "You withheld information." "DON:" "You got two choices." "You can turn me in or you can let me be." "What are you doing?" "Even on your darkest damn day, you never pulled any kind of High Noon crap like this." "Listen to me." "Whatever you see, whatever goes down, nobody moves until I say move." " Mm-mm." " Whatever you see." "I told your father I would keep you alive." "You will not make a liar out of me." "[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]" "Well, word around CalSci is that tomorrow's hot ticket is a lecture on time-reversible chaotic systems by Professor Charles Eppes." "CHARLIE:" "That's right." "Uh..." "Although I think earlier today," "I might have argued against my own point with Don, metaphorically speaking anyhow." "I guess I'm sort of stuck on the arrow of time." "You know, I had a related musing." "Clearly, we are circling around some underlying truth here." "Don versus entropy." "Where's Maxwell's demon when you need him?" "Maxwell's demon?" "Yeah, you know, the man who stands alone at the door between two adjoining rooms." "The temperature and the pressure are the same." "It's a perfect state of equilibrium." "I've got him." " SOG Bravo has a shot." " Stand by." " Stand by for what?" " Don's calling the signals on this one." "CHARLIE:" "Each time the demon opens the door, he admits only the molecules that he chooses, heating the one room and cooling the other." "It's a direct violation of the second law of thermodynamics." "COLBY [OVER RADIO]:" "SOG Charlie, we have the shot too." "Ten-four, SOG Charlie." "Everyone stands by for my call." "CHARLIE:" "So the demon not only opens the door to two rooms, he allows for the possibility of perpetual motion." "You should have a gun in your hands." "Unless you came here to die." "And the rearranging of everything we know to be real." "I loved her." " I know you did." " You made me betray her." "And then you killed her." "SOG Bravo has a visual of the gun." "SOG Charlie, we have a clear shot." "Everyone stands by for my call." "I wake up every day and think about how I failed her." "I sold her out for some bruises and broken bones." "I was weak." "I had to get strong." "You did that for me." " You and Rafe." " Is that why you killed him?" "I killed him because he was afraid to die." "You're not truly hard on the inside until you're willing to give up everything that you love, to give your life away." "He never realised that my future wasn't his to decide." "Or maybe he figured it out in the last few seconds," "I don't know." "You've got three seconds to go for it." "It's not gonna be that way, Buck." "DAVID [OVER RADIO]:" "Adam, Charlie, going in." "Bravo, hold your position." "[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]" "There's 180 bullets looking at you." "You're not even gonna get that out." "You think I care?" "DON:" "Two years planning this and you let me choose the time and place?" "I know you care." "You didn't come here for a fair fight." "You didn't come here to kill me." "You came here to die." "Same way Crystal did." "I had to kill her, Buck." "I don't have to kill you." "Why?" "Why can't you do this for me?" "You owe me this." "I'm 19 years old." "They gave me 250 years." "You don't know what that's like." "To have to pay for things that I can't take back?" "Yeah, I know what that's like." "Heh." "That's life." "You wanna die, that's your choice, but you don't get to decide how I live with it." "[SOBBING]" "[SCREAMS]" "[SOBBING]" "Well, that's like just so much hokum, isn't it?" "Hokum?" "I mean, Maxwell's demon is a thought experiment." " Right?" " Yeah." "Granted, there are theoretical applications, I'm sure, but when the window breaks, the cold air still rushes in." "Gears fail, oil leaks." "Sooner or later, that engine is gonna break down." "[BUCK SCREAMS]" "I know that wasn't easy." "I mean, most days, I wouldn't think twice." "No." "Not easy." "Hey, Dad, a bunch of us at CalSci were talking about putting together a think tank, which is, you know, a group of us getting together once a month and kicking around ideas." "And we were wondering if you might be interested in joining our group." "You know, I still remember the time when you asked me for, uh, an estimate on the remainder term for a Taylor expansion of the hyperbolic cosine." "That's a very specific memory, Alan." "One never forgets the moment when one realises that he has nothing left to teach his 7-year-old son about math." "Yeah, but look at everything else you've taught me about since then." "I think you've just given me another very specific, uh, memory." " To our new venture." " And to the causal arrow of time." "LARRY:" "Within the small sphere of our life, we can stare into the past, but only our future is within our control."