Episode Report Card Deborah: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Pools of Sorrow, Waves of Joy
By Deborah | Season 1 | Episode 12 | Aired on 01.08.2004
Now the Girardi house is full of FBI flunkies who are searching and seizing stuff. Will's saying: "Of course it's personal; you're in my house!" Agent Hodgins apologizes to him, calling him "Chief." He tells her not to call him that; he's a civilian now. Helen and Joan arrive home, and Helen asks what's going on. Will tells her they've been served a federal search warrant. He thinks the mayor must be making counter-allegations, so the FBI's checking him out. Agent Hodgins: "I'm not saying you're right but I'm most definitely not saying you're wrong." Huh. Work for the government, much? Joan laughs sarcastically and says, "Ha! You sound like God." Will: "FBI -- same thing." And that's all the note anyone takes of Joan's fairly odd remark. Just then an FBI agent carts Luke's computer down the stairs, with Luke on his tail, proclaiming, "No, that is my own personal computer. PC -- a literal acronym for personal computer!" Helen asks why they need to take that as Luke chases the guy. Hodgins says there's stuff they don't recognize on the hard drive. Like top-secret plans for a rail gun? She says they need to make sure there's no encrypted evidence. Luke comes back in, shouting after the guy, "Any naked ladies are because of my friend Friedman!" Joan, with mild disgust: "Narc." Hee! Luke starts his meltdown: "Without that PC, I have no science fair project! Shoot me!" Frink, confidently: "Luke would back things up onto CD." Me: "Yeah, but he's probably been all addlepated ever since Grace kissed him." Hodgins apologizes as she leaves. Luke turns his back and leans on the railing for support.
Will comes into a little diner where the Sheriff is waiting for him. The waiter comes over immediately with coffee and asks what she can get him -- on the house. Will: "On the house?" Oh, come now, Miss Melanie, you've been a cop for twenty years. This can't be the first time you've been plied with free goodies, swag, et cetera. It can't even be the first time this week. She explains, "You got those bastards good." Will says just the coffee is fine. She leaves as the Sheriff says, "You're a hero." Will replies, "A hero...without a job, without prospects, and under investigation by the feds." The sheriff brushes that off, saying they're just covering "all the bases" and that it's clear he's the one wearing the white hat. Will: "Thanks for your support, Mike...even if it's given in whispers at a diner." Mike admits, "Will...I'm in over my head. I need to find somebody to run the Sheriff's Department in Arcadia. A star instead of a shield -- basically the same job as Police Chief. Administration, budget, policy, the press, politics...you interested?" Will says, "You put it like that...very tempting. But I'll have to check all my other high-powered job offers." Mike explains that he's not making this offer out of the goodness of his heart or his respect for Will, who wonders what's left. "At this level, Will, it's all public perception. You're the white hat that cleaned up Dodge. Eight months 'til my next election. So, here's what you do. You put together a list -- salary demands, perks -- we'll talk again." He leaves. The waiter comes over with a piece of pie, saying, "Couldn't let it stand at just coffee, Chief."
Luke and Kevin are in the garage. Kevin's working on the boat as Luke paces around, saying, "Heisenberg showed us there's no true accuracy when more than one property is being measured." Kevin complains, "Luke, it's Sunday morning..." Luke: "As in the case of, say, velocity and position, or energy and time." As Grace and Adam come into the garage, Kevin wonders, "When do you actually absorb information? 'Cause it always seems like you're spouting it out." Grace says, "His ears and eyes work on a separate circuit from his mouth." Luke: "I assume you got my message?" Kevin waves at Adam. Adam's wearing a grey t-shirt under his hoodie with a large dark red image of a heraldic lion rampant on it. Kind of unusual. Grace: "FBI raid -- and we're just going to give up?" Luke reminds her they lost six weeks of work. Grace says they should go with Plan B. Kevin: "Yeah, you go with Plan B." Luke wonders what Plan B is. Grace: "The cannon thing you told me about." Luke: "Could you possibly, by any stretch of the imagination, be referencing the rail gun?" Kevin: "Luke, quit talking like the Queen of England." Heh. Kevin's tone of voice that suggests he's warned Luke about it before. Luke: "A hypermagnetized rail gun is a theoretical construct -- I mean, no one has actually perfected one yet."