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Doesn't look good.

Richer or poorer, baby.

Just like the midget Elvis preacher said.

Mm-hmm.

Everyone get down on the floor now!

Open the register!

- You, is that your Beamer? - Yeah.

Give me the keys now.

Keys.

Whatever you want, take it.

Hey!

We got any descriptions?

No one was in any shape to talk,

so we're pulling the security tapes now.

- Robbery? - Call it that.

Made off with $122.

Plus the car. That Mustang was hot-wired;

there's, uh, gun oil in the glove compartment,

so they probably took something else.

I'll go find out what the victims were driving.

If you get anything, get an APB out on them, all right?

It's not about the money.

Not exclusively, anyway.

Check this out.

"Our love is like a flower, it grows with every hour."

That's just awful.

At least he got it to rhyme this time.

- Hey. - Well, what do you know, Ian?

Buck likes burritos; he eats them frozen, like Popsicles.

- Buck? - Winters.

The other one is Crystal Hoyle.

If she left prints, they're on the cash drawer.

Thanks for making the drive. I know we're out of your AO.

No problem.

We owe Ian a favor or two, don't we, guys?

11 hits in the last 17 days.

Violent, but strictly small-time.

And crossing state lines throws it to us.

Okay, let me grab a coffee.

I haven't been able to get out ahead of them yet.

There's no rhyme or reason to their moves.

They seem to go for whatever's in front of them.

And the girl's a teacher?

Yeah. Winters was in her 20th Century Europe class.

His father found out she'd been corrupting

little Buck's morals since the homecoming game.

Only thing a teacher ever gave me was detention.

Yeah, well, however the conversation went,

Dad ended up with a full clip of 9mm ball ammo in his chest.

Just seems like a pretty extreme reaction.

Well, look, I mean, she's facing a statutory rape charge.

They tucked Dad in Buck's garage, hit the road,

started robbing their way across the country.

What do you say, guys?

Hey, you know, so, spree killers

generally tend to derive exhilaration from the act itself.

Now, if they're lovers,

there's gonna be a strong sexual component to it also.

Yeah, he's 17, and... take a look at her.

Still, that's a pretty big career change

for a 30-year-old teacher with no priors.

Actually, Crystal Hoyle has a sealed juvenile record

that the Texas school system didn't know about.

Aha.

Yeah, she was picked up for a misdemeanor drug possession in 1992,

right here in L.A.

Track someone five, six days,

you start getting hunches that you can't exactly explain.

Mine says that she's making her way

- back to your neighborhood. - All right.

Why don't you get their pictures out

and check the overnights for anything that looks like them.

How about you and I go see if we can get these dots connected.

Charlie. Whoa, whoa!

No, no, oh. Yeah, this isn't what it looks like.

Well, that's a relief because it looks like

your friend there was about to perforate you.

Actually, Professor Eppes

is protected by the most impenetrable armor of all,

- physics. - That's right.

My weight is distributed amongst the spikes at an even 1.7 pounds each.

With the kinetic energy of the hammer...

Charles, I think the drama of demonstration

would be most instructive here.

Wait, wait. Hold, hold.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, let me just...

- You all right? - Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Yeah. I'm...

...fine.

If you don't mind my asking,

what exactly does all that accomplish?

The unwavering attention of my Faith

and Physics class. Hello.

Dr. Larry Fleinhardt.

- This is Agent Ian Edgerton. - My pleasure.

He's got a couple of killers on the run.

He thinks they might be headed to L.A.

Or already here.

I remember how that voodoo of yours helped

to tighten the search grid the last time around.

Voodoo?

In spite of my invaluable assistance,

on two instances, mind you,

Agent Edgerton maintains some skepticism

about the analytical approach to man hunting.

And yet, here you are.

The instinct part of me says not to miss any bets.

Well, hey.

Let's hope we can come up with something

a little more substantive than instinct.

All right, these dots, representing...?

Black are confirmed sightings, red are robberies,

yellow are killings.

They're hitting like every day or two,

then they fall off the grid,

they show up a couple hundred miles away.

I can tell you what they eat, what they drink,

what car they'll steal;

what I can't do is tell you what they'll do next.

Right. We got amateurs, you know.

I mean, for us, it's easier to find pros.

Did you forget to mark a point here?

No.

- No? - No.

We had no sightings anywhere in Wyoming.

Okay.

Did you see some sort of pattern here?

A Langevin-like equation, maybe, or...

I just thought that there should be a point there.

- What, you got a hunch? - I don't...

I don't have hunches.

You know, when I hypothesize,

is really what it is, it's an intuitive synthesis

of established mathematical principles and theorems.

Knowledge plus a guess -- where I come from, that's a hunch.

Crystal is clearly the alpha.

You see how all the spoils go to her?

She clears the register.

Even Buck throws her the car keys.

That's pretty sloppy, though, leaving this video.

Well, unless it's deliberate.

I mean, he fits the profile for the classic teenage thrill-killer

in which case, all he wants is credit for every crime.

The poem.

She's working off something entirely different.

She's focused and intent.

It says here she ran away from home

at age 15 and came to Los Angeles.

And that she got picked up 18 months later on a drug charge.

18 months alone on the streets.

It's not hard to fill in those blanks.

No.

Then she went back to Texas

and totally cleaned up her life, right?

She goes to college, she gets her teaching degree.

And sex education for a high school senior.

Buck's dad finds out about it.

She's facing exposure, even prison.

Yeah, but this response

is totally disproportionate to the catalyst.

There's something else.

Yeah. Like why a hot history teacher

goes for a high school football player.

That's a question only a 30-year-old man would have to ask.

Don. That dot that Charlie saw in Wyoming?

I don't know how he did it, but he did.

Robbery on the 15th of this month.

A bar outside of Red Desert, Wyoming.

A couple fitting Crystal Hoyle and Buck Winters' description

hung around till closing time.

They put the bartender in the hospital.

They hit that gas station in Colorado,

what was that, like the 14th?

I know the next sighting was Salt Lake City the 17th.

That's plenty of time to cross in and out of Wyoming.

It fits the map and the timeline.

Definitely.

Buck always signs his robberies -- poems,

smiling at the security camera, dropping their names.

Well, maybe he didn't want to brag about this one.

Could be they had friends close by,

somebody who could hide 'em out?

Yeah, why don't you check with the Austin office.

See if either of them had any connections in Wyoming.

All right.

And then do a phone dump on that bar.

I mean, maybe they called someone while they were sitting around.

And the beach.

I've never seen the ocean.

Sure, baby, I'll take you to the beach.

And that place with the footprints

in the cement and the movie stars.

- Cris? - What, hon?

That place with the cement footprints -- what's that called?

Chinese Theater.

We'll go there, too.

I thought you didn't like Porsches.

Gas tank's almost empty.

What do you figure the boss drives?