All language subtitles for The Pretender S01E11 Bomb Squad

PREVIOUSLY ON THE PRETENDER.

HIS NAME IS ANGELO. THINK
OF HIM LIKE A SPONGE...

SOMEONE WHO CAN ABSORB
THE INTELLECTUAL, EMOTIONAL,

EVEN THE PHYSICAL
TRAITS OF OTHERS.

HE WILL FIND JAROD FOR US.

HE BETTER, SYDNEY.
HE JUST BETTER.

YES, MR. PARKER.

HE'S SEARCHING THE INTERNET
FOR ANY SIGNS OF HIM NOW.

WE'LL FIND JAROD...

AND WHOEVER INSIDE
THE CENTRE IS HELPING HIM.

KEEP WORKING, ANGELO.

KEEP WORKING.

WHOO-WHEE!

YOU SEE? GET TOO
CLOSE TO THAT BAD BOY...

AND YOU'LL BE A-PICKING
YOUR NOSE WITH YOUR WRIST.

NOW, YOU BOYS ARE 21, AREN'T YA?

THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.

FILL UP THEIR TRUNK, EUGENE.

- NOW, WHERE WERE WE?
- YOU WERE TELLING US
ABOUT MR. NOBEL.

YEAH, OLD NOBEL WAS LIKE
A PICASSO OF GUNPOWDER.

- HE INVENTED
THE BIG BERTHA, YOU KNOW.
- THE BIG BERTHA?

THE MOTHER OF ALL ROMAN CANDLES.
THREE TIME-DELAYED SPARKLE EXPLOSIONS...

WRAPPED IN A
COLOR-SPRAY SMOKE BANGER,

LINED WITH QUARTER
STRANDS OF T.N.T.

- SOUNDS IMPRESSIVE.
- PUT ON
A NEW YEAR'S EVE SHOW...

THAT PUT OLD DICKIE
CLARK TO SHAME.

I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE
WENT. JUST DISAPPEARED.

YES. HMM.

HE HAS A HABIT OF
DOING THAT. THANK YOU.

THERE IS NO WAY THAT JAROD
COULD HAVE KNOWN WE WERE COMING.

ZERO.

HAVE YOU NOTICED THAT IT NEVER
SEEMS TO WORK THE OTHER WAY, SYD?

MAYBE THERE IS A REASON.

STAY FROSTY, NOBEL.

IT'S ALL BEING RECORDED
FOR POSTERITY.

THIS WAY.

THE NOTE THAT WAS FAXED SAID
WE'D FIND THE BOMB OVER HERE.

CARLSON.

HELLO.

OH, YEAH.

BAD BETTY.

FAX BOMBER'S USUAL.

WHOA, COWBOY.

BETTY NEEDS HER BEAUTY REST, OR
SHE'S A REAL WITCH TO WAKE UP NEXT TO.

TOOLS.

WHOA. I FOUND SOMETHING.

LOOKS LIKE A NOTE.
HE ALWAYS LEAVES ONE.

WHAT'S IT SAY?

"CATCH ME IF YOU
CAN, YOU MISCREANTS."

"MISCREANTS"? WHAT
DOES THAT MEAN?

IT MEANS "GET THE HELL
OUTTA HERE"! MOVE! MOVE!

IS IT ALWAYS LIKE THIS?

WELCOME TO THE
BOMB SQUAD, JAROD.

SO, NOBEL, NOW YOU KNOW...

WHAT A CLOSE ENCOUNTER WITH
THE FAX BOMBER FEELS LIKE, HUH?

MM-HMM.

MAN, I WISH I COULD
HAVE BEEN HERE.

CAN'T IMAGINE WHY, SIR.

- MY EARS ARE STILL RINGING.
- USED TO BE SOME SCUMBALL
WENT TO MAKE A BOMB THREAT,

THEY'D PICK UP THE PHONE
LIKE A DECENT HUMAN BEING.

NOW WHAT? THEY FAX 'EM IN.

- SCUMBALL?
- SORT OF LIKE A MISCREANT,
ONLY DIFFERENT.

SOMEONE MARK THE CALENDAR.
LAMONT MADE A FUNNY.

NOW, THIS BOMBER
FAXES HIS THREATS IN.

THAT'S A UNIQUE M.O. MUST
HELP HIM COVER HIS TRACKS.

WELL, THIS GUY DOESN'T
NEED ANY HELP. WE HAVE RUN...

EVERY PIECE OF EVIDENCE HE'S LEFT BEHIND
THROUGH THE BEST TECHNOLOGY WE HAVE:

D.N.A., HAIR SAMPLES,
FIBER, IMPRESSIONOLOGY...

GUY LEAVES US NOTHING
TO FOLLOW. NOTHING.

WE GOTTA CATCH A BREAK SOMETIME.

SO YOU, UH... YOU PEOPLE, YOU
STAY HERE AND KEEP AFTER THIS.

I'M GONNA GO LIE TO THE PRESS.

WHAT'S THE MATTER, CARLSON? YOU
CATCH A LITTLE MORE STEEL LAST NIGHT?

HEY, LAMONT, WHY DON'T YOU BE A GOOD CIVIL
SERVANT? GET THE TWO HEROES SOME COFFEE.

HE LOVES ME.

DID YOU HAVE ANOTHER
BOMB GO OFF ON YOU BEFORE?

I GOT A LITTLE SHRAPNEL IN
MY SHOULDER DURING THE WAR.

HERO HERE'S THE ONLY GUY
REFERS TO GRENADA AS A WAR.

- I GOT THE MEDALS TO PROVE IT.
- COME ON. YOU KNOW
THE ONLY MEDALS...

THAT COUNT IN YOUR FAMILY ARE THE
ONES YOUR BIG BROTHER WON IN 'NAM.

I HEARD THAT YOU BROUGHT THE LAST
TWO OF THE FAX BOMBER'S DEVICES IN INTACT.

I GOT LUCKY. HEY. DON'T
YOU WORRY ABOUT IT, J.

ONE DAY THIS FAX
BOMBER'S GONNA SLIP UP.

WHEN HE DOES, WE'RE
GONNA BE THERE TO CATCH HIM.

I JUST HOPE THE S.O.B.
BLOWS HIMSELF UP.

THE DETONATOR WAS
CONNECTED TO AN ACCELERATOR.

THIS IS A DANGEROUS NEW
ESCALATION FOR THE FAX BOMBER.

HAND THOSE OUT, WILL YOU, JOHN?

THIS IS MY SIGHT
PROFILE OF THE BOMBER.

IT INCLUDES A, UH, COMPUTER-GENERATED
COMPOSITE SKETCH...

BASED ON SOME
INCOMPLETE INFORMATION.

HE LOOKS LIKE MY UNCLE FRED.
LOOKS LIKE EVERYONE'S UNCLE FRED.

BASED ON HIS, UH, FAXED
THREATS AND OTHER DATA,

THE BOMBER IS A LEFT-HANDED,
DISGRUNTLED EX-CITY WORKER.

THE CHANCES ARE HE'S ALREADY
EXPRESSED HIS DISCONTENT.

- WE ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
- BACK TO THE CRANK FILES.

EXCELLENT, LAMONT.
NOW, I EXPECT...

THAT ALL OF YOU PEOPLE WILL PUT IN
WHATEVER OVERTIME IS NECESSARY...

TO SCREEN THOSE FILES AND TO
INTERVIEW EVERY POSSIBLE PERP.

QUESTIONS? NO? GOOD. GO TO WORK.

EXCUSE ME. LIEUTENANT CHOMSKY,
DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT? SURE.

I'VE BEEN GOING OVER YOUR FILE ON THE FAX
BOMBER, AND WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, SIR...

YOU KNOW, WHEN PEOPLE SAY, "ALL DUE
RESPECT," THEY GENERALLY DON'T HAVE IT.

SIR, IT-IT'S JUST THAT I THINK
THAT YOUR PROFILE OF THE PERP...

IS EXACTLY WHO HE
WANTS US TO THINK HE IS.

I THINK THAT HIS GRUDGE AGAINST THE CITY
AND EVERYTHING ELSE ABOUT HIM IS A MISLEAD.

GUY'S HERE A WEEK, HE'S
ALREADY BUCKING FOR MY BARS.

NO, SIR. I JUST HAPPEN TO
HAVE A DIFFERENT OPINION.

BASED ON WHAT? I KNOW PEOPLE.

I'M LISTENING.

THE D.N.A. AND THE
IMPRESSIONOLOGY...

ALL CAME UP EMPTY.

HE'S TRYING TO LEAD US
DOWN A HIGH-TECH PATH,

BUT I BELIEVE THAT WE CAN SNAG
HIM WITH A LOW-TECH SOLUTION.

HE'S RIGHT-HANDED,

BUT HE WANTS US TO
BELIEVE HE'S A LEFTY.

THE VERTICALS AND THE
HORIZONTALS ARE ALL JAGGED,

WHICH WOULD INDICATE THAT HE'S BEEN
WRITING WITH HIS SUBDOMINANT HAND.

YOU'RE A GRAPHOLOGIST? UH, NO,
SIR, BUT I WAS A PALM READER ONCE.

SHALL I TELL YOU ABOUT
YOUR FUTURE HERE?

SIR, I BELIEVE
THAT OUR BOMBER...

IS A CITY EMPLOYEE WHO IS
NOT NECESSARILY DISGRUNTLED.

HE'S ENJOYING WATCHING
US RUN AROUND...

ALMOST AS MUCH AS HE
ENJOYS SETTING OFF EXPLOSIONS.

IF YOU WANT TO SUGGEST THAT, UH, THIS
CLOWN IS SOME KIND OF A MERRY PRANKSTER,

I RECOMMEND THAT YOU
TALK WITH RACHEL NEWTON.

RACHEL IS GONNA SPEND
THE NEXT YEAR OF HER LIFE...

LEARNING HOW TO READ BRAILLE
BECAUSE OF THE FAX BOMBER.

I WASN'T TRYING TO TRIVIALIZE
THAT, SIR. NO, NO. I KNOW YOU WEREN'T.

YOU WERE JUST TRYING
TO MAKE, UH, AN IMPRESSION,

SHOW OFF YOUR ERUDITE
EUROPEAN UPBRINGING.

MY WHAT? THE
CADENCE IN YOUR VOICE...

YOU WERE RAISED BY A FRENCH NANNY.
WELL, COULD BE BELGIAN, I SUPPOSE.

HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?
OH, I KNOW ABOUT PEOPLE TOO.

DAMN IT, BROOTS. YOU
SAID WE HAD HIM CORNERED.

BUT WE DID. I DON'T
KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.

JAROD HAPPENED.
OH, SPARE ME, SYDNEY.

ALL I KNOW IS THAT I'M FED UP...

WITH ALWAYS BEING
A STEP BEHIND HIM.

SO AM I.

- UH, I-I GOTTA GO.
- STAY HERE, MR. BROOTS.

- WHAT BRINGS YOU DOWN
FROM THE TOWER, SIR?
- PLUMBING.

PLUMBING?

I'VE COME TO PLUG A LEAK.

- HEY.
- HEY. WHAT'S UP, NOBEL?

THE FAX BOMBER,
A.K.A. UNCLE FRED.

OKAY. NOT MY FINEST
HOUR, BUT, HEY,

NOBODY GOT A GREAT LOOK AT THIS GUY,
SO THE SKETCH IS, YOU KNOW, SKETCHY.

THIS IS A FASCINATING MACHINE.

YEAH. THIS HERE IS A DECATRONICS
TURBO GRAPHICS II WORKSTATION.

THIS LITTLE BAD BOY MAKES COMPOSITES,
PUTS DISGUISES ON PORTRAITS,

AGES MISSING KIDS, WHICH
IS WHAT I'M DOING NOW.

THAT'S INCREDIBLE. SOME OF MY BEST
WORK'S BEEN ON THE BACKS OF MILK CARTONS.

THINK OF THE D.T.G. II...

AS SORT OF A HIGH-TECH
MR. POTATO HEAD.

- MISTER WHO?
- POTATO HEAD.

OH. NOW, THIS IS INTERESTING.

YOU CALL HIM MR. POTATO HEAD,
YET HIS HEAD IS HIS WHOLE BODY?

YEAH. COOL, HUH?

HE COMES WITH LITTLE
INTERCHANGEABLE EARS,

EYES AND LITTLE HATS.

OLD SPUD MAN IS THE
ORIGINAL MASTER OF DISGUISE.

YOU KNOW, THIS WOULD MAKE A
WONDERFUL TOY FOR CHILDREN.

HEY, NOBEL, CRANK FILE JUST
TURNED UP A HOT ONE. LET'S RUN.

HMM.

OH, GOD. WHAT'D HE DO?

CURTIS! THEY FINALLY
CAME TO ARREST YOU!

CURTIS! BUSY, MA!

MRS. HARING, WE'RE NOT
HERE TO ARREST YOUR SON.

I KNEW SOMEDAY THE COPS
WOULD SHOW UP AND TAKE HIM AWAY.

- CURTIS!
- I SAID, GET OFF MY BACK!

MA'AM, WE JUST WANTED TO...

THIRTY YEARS OLD, AND HE
STILL LIVES IN MY BASEMENT.

DAY IN AND DAY OUT,
WRITING HIS LITTLE LETTERS.

I SHOULD'VE BOUGHT STOCK IN BIC.

DON'T SAY NOTHING, MA. THIS IS ALL
GOING ON TAPE SOMEWHERE. I KNOW IT.

LISTEN TO THAT. DO YOU KNOW
WHAT IT'S DONE TO MY SOCIAL LIFE...

HAVING HIM DOWN THERE?

YOU'RE NOT GETTIN' NOTHIN' OUT
OF ME. I'M IN THE PRIME OF MY LIFE.

I SHOULD GO OUT, GET MYSELF SOME
NICE SHOES AND FIND MYSELF A MAN.

- MA!
- SIR,

DID YOU WRITE THESE LETTERS
TO THE UTILITIES COMMISSION?

AND I'LL WRITE A HUNDRED MORE TILL
THEY GIVE ME BACK MY WORKMAN'S COMP.

I GOT AN INOPERABLE HERNIA
WORKING FOR THIS CITY,

AND THEY THREW ME TO THE WOLVES.

HOW'D YOU GET THAT
LETTER? WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

I'M CARLSON. THIS IS, UH, NOBEL.

HOLD STILL, MAN. I CAN'T
SEE YOUR BADGE NUMBER.

HE DON'T HAVE NO HERNIA. HE JUST
DON'T WANNA MOVE OUT OF THE BASEMENT.

SHUT UP, MA! YOU KNOW HOW MY LEGS
TINGLE EVERY TIME I SIT FOR TOO LONG.

YEAH, AND I KNOW
WHERE YOU'RE SITTIN'!

SIR, WE'RE NOT HERE TO TALK
ABOUT YOUR WORKMAN'S COMP.

WE WANT TO ASK YOU SOME
QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR WHEREABOUTS.

HEY, IF YOU THINK YOU GOT SOMETHING
ON ME, YOU COME BACK WITH A WARRANT.

TILL THEN, ME AND MY MOTHER'S GOT
NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU MISCREANTS.

I SHOULD'VE MARRIED A DENTIST.

AT LEAST THEN HIS
TEETH'D BE BETTER. MA!

THIS GUY'S CLASSIC
BOMBER MATERIAL.

FORMER CITY WORKER,
DOMINEERING MOTHER,

BASEMENT WORKSHOP, A
LITTLE ANTISOCIAL BEHAVIOR.

I'M NOT CONVINCED. HUH?

HE'S WRITTEN 253 LETTERS
TO THE CITY AND COUNTING.

IF HE'S CROSSED THE
THRESHOLD INTO PLANTING BOMBS,

DON'T YOU THINK HE WOULD HAVE
GIVEN UP THE CORRESPONDENCE?

DID YOU NOTICE WHAT HE
CALLED US IN THERE? MISCREANTS.

RIGHT. NOBODY USES THAT WORD EXCEPT
FOR THAT GUY AND... THE FAX BOMBER.

I'M GONNA GET UNDER THIS GUY'S
SKIN BEFORE HE HURTS SOMEONE ELSE.

WAKE UP! WAKE UP! GOOD MORNING!

FIVE, SIX, SEVEN,
EIGHT, NINE, TEN...

YOU CAN STOP COUNTING.
YOU'RE HERE. OH.

YOU MUST HAVE STEPPED INTO THE
ROOM. IT'S 11 STEPS TO THE DOOR.

I DID. THAT'S VERY GOOD.

IT'S FUNNY, DR. JAROD. I
USED TO HATE MATH IN SCHOOL.

NOW MY ENTIRE LIFE
IS BASIC ARITHMETIC.

NINE STEPS FROM MY
BED TO THE BATHROOM,

14 STEPS TO THE HALLWAY,
SEVEN STEPS TO THE CHAIR.

JUST BE HAPPY IT'S
NOT LONG DIVISION.

IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY.
WHY DON'T WE GO OUTSIDE?

OH, NO. I... I-I THINK
I'D RATHER STAY HERE.

RACHEL,

YOU HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE SOMETIME.

BUT IT WAS SUCH A NICE DAY, I DECIDED
TO GO ON THE ROOFTOP AT CITY HALL.

THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED THE
LAST TIME I WENT OUTSIDE.

YOU WERE IN THE WRONG
PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME.

BUT THAT IS NOT YOUR FAULT.

YOU CAN'T STOP LIVING
YOUR LIFE BECAUSE OF IT.

I HEAR HE SET OFF ANOTHER BOMB.

YES, HE DID. THANKFULLY,
NOBODY ELSE WAS HURT.

YOU KNOW, WHEN I HAD
MY EYES BEHIND A CAMERA,

I COULD SEE THINGS
NO ONE ELSE COULD SEE.

I COULD TAKE A THOUSAND SHOTS...

AND TELL YOU WHICH ONE WAS
PERFECT BEFORE IT WAS EVEN DEVELOPED.

I CAN REMEMBER DETAILS OF
NEARLY EVERY PICTURE I EVER TOOK.

THAT'S IRONIC.

THEY TELL ME HE
WAS THERE THAT DAY.

THAT I MUST HAVE SEEN THE MAN WHO DID
THIS TO ME AS HE WAS SETTING HIS BOMB.

BUT AS HARD I TRY,
I CAN'T REMEMBER.

I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY
THINK ONE OF US...

IS LEAKING INFORMATION TO JAROD.

OH, I WISH I HADN'T EATEN
THAT POPPY SEED MUFFIN.

THEY'RE GIVING US A
POLYGRAPH, YOU IDIOT,

NOT A URINE TEST.

I THOUGHT IT WAS BOTH.

IT SHOULD BE, FOR YOU.

WHAT-WHAT IS THAT
SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HANDLES
THE INFORMATION AROUND HERE.

I'M SORRY. I'M IN A FILTHY MOOD.
LET'S NOT ACCUSE EACH OTHER.

OH, THAT MEANS A LOT COMING
FROM JAROD'S TEDDY BEAR.

MISS PARKER.

TO CALIBRATE THE MACHINE,

PLEASE ANSWER THE FOLLOWING
QUESTION UNTRUTHFULLY.

ARE YOU ELEANOR ROOSEVELT? YES.

HAVE YOU PURSUED JAROD
TO THE BEST OF YOUR ABILITY?

YES. BECOME HER, ANGELO.

TELL ME IF SHE IS LYING.

DID YOU WILLFULLY
MISFIRE YOUR WEAPON...

WHEN ATTEMPTING TO APPREHEND
JAROD IN MIAMI, FLORIDA?

WHAT? YES OR NO, PLEASE.

NO.

SMOKING IS NOT PERMITTED
DURING A POLYGRAPH.

HAVE YOU RECEIVED...

A PERSONAL MESSAGE FROM JAROD?

IT WAS A BUNNY.

YES.

DID YOU SECRETLY CONTACT JAROD
VIA A SECURE INTERNET CONNECTION?

YES.

DID YOU ATTEMPT TO PROVIDE
HIM WITH CLASSIFIED INFORMATION?

YES, BUT WITH A VIEW
TO BRINGING HIM HOME.

HAVE YOU EVER SECRETLY
MET WITH JAROD? MM-MMM.

NO.

IS HE LYING?

IS HE THE ONE?

HAVE YOU EVER USED A
CONTROLLED SUBSTANCE?

NO.

WERE YOU IN THE LAB WHEN INFORMATION
REGARDING JAROD'S ORIGINS WAS LEAKED?

YES.

DID YOU LEAK THE
INFORMATION JAROD RECEIVED...

VIA SPECIAL COURIER
IN MIAMI, FLORIDA? NO.

HAVE YOU EVER LIED
TO THE CENTRE? NO.

HE'S THE LEAK, ISN'T HE, ANGELO?

SO, YOU'VE DECIDED TO PUT IN A
TRANSFER TO FORENSICS, HMM?

I'VE JUST BEEN SIFTING THOUGH
ALL THE FAX BOMBER DEBRIS.

YOU WENT OVER THREE THOUSAND
PIECES OF EVIDENCE HERE?

THREE THOUSAND AND TWENTY-FIVE.

- I'VE SPECIFICALLY BEEN
STUDYING THE WIRES.
- NO, NO, NO.

THE FEDS, THEY COVERED EVERY
CENTIMETER OF THAT COPPER.

I KNOW. I'VE BEEN
STUDYING THE ENCASEMENTS.

THERE'S NO PATTERN.
THIS GUY IS RANDOM...

EXCEPT FOR THE
DETONATOR CONNECTORS.

HE'S VERY SENSITIVE ABOUT THEM.

HE WANTS TO BE SURE.

THAT'S WHY THEY ALL HAVE EXACTLY
THE SAME PARALLEL CUT PATTERN.

COME ON. EXACTLY THE SAME?

EXACTLY.

NOTICE THE ANGLE OF THE
GROOVES ON THE PARALLELS.

GIVES US SOMETHING TO RUN DOWN
WITH THE KNIFE MANUFACTURERS.

AND THE CUT CONTOURS
CONFIRM THAT HE'S... RIGHT-HANDED.

YES, SIR.

LOW-TECH.

VERY. MMM.

HELLO. HEY.

HEY. HOW'S THE SPUD
OF A THOUSAND FACES?

WELL, I ONLY HAVE
THE 13-PIECE SET SO,

TECHNICALLY, THIS
ONE'S ONLY GOT, UH...

ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE.
I HAVE A PROJECT FOR YOU.

I'M UP TO MY EARS IN
MILK CARTONS HERE.

WELL, THIS ONE'S
VERY SPECIAL TO ME.

IT'S MY MOTHER. I
WAS WONDERING...

IF YOU COULD AGE HER 30 YEARS.

I WANT TO SEE WHAT
SHE WOULD LOOK LIKE.

I'LL MAKE IT WORTH YOUR WHILE.
HEY, I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO.

THANKS. ALL RIGHT.

IT'S RIGHT OVER THERE UNDER THE BUS.
IT'S RIGHT OVER THERE UNDER THE BUS.

DID THE THREAT COME IN BY FAX?
IT WAS MORE OF A PHONE CALL.

ONE OF MY DRIVERS FOUND THE UNCLAIMED
SUITCASE ON THE 3:15 FROM TRAVERSE CITY.

ALL RIGHT. WE'LL TAKE
IT FROM HERE. THANKS.

HEY, CAN YOU GUYS
KINDA HURRY UP?

'CAUSE I GOT BUSES BACKING
UP ON ME HERE, MAN, AND I...

TAKE AS MUCH TIME AS
YOU NEED THEN. THANKS.

YOU OKAY? YEAH.

COME ON.

GOT A BACKACHE?

THEY TOLD ME WE WOULD HAVE
A LOT OF HOAX CALLS IN TRAINING,

BUT I NEVER THOUGHT
IT WOULD FEEL LIKE THIS.

LET GO, J. THAT'S
EASY FOR YOU TO SAY.

- IT WAS PRETTY TENSE
BACK THERE.
- DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

- THAT'S NICE WORK.
- OH. YEAH.

FROM MY ARMY DAYS. LET ME GUESS.

- YOU GOT DRUNK ONE NIGHT.
- BLITZED. MY WHOLE UNIT.

AFTER GRENADA, THEY STATIONED US
DOWN AT FORT BUCHANAN, PUERTO RICO.

I DO NOT REMEMBER ONE THING
THAT HAPPENED THAT ENTIRE MONTH,

EXCEPT FOR THIS NEEDLE ARTIST.

HE WAS A SHRIVELED-UP
LITTLE PUERTO RICAN GUY...

WHO HAD A HOLE-IN-THE-WALL
SHOP IN OLD SAN JUAN.

HE INKED EVERY SINGLE GUY IN THE
WHOLE PLATOON... THE WHOLE PLATOON.

YOU KNOW HOW MANY EAGLES
THIS GUY HAD TO DO IN ONE NIGHT?

GIVE US A BREAK,
WILL YOU, CARLSON?

YOU PARTNER WITH THIS
GUY TOO LONG, YOU KNOW

HIS OLD UNIT LIKE IT
WAS YOUR OWN FAMILY.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I'M GOING TO TURN THIS
SPACE INTO A DARKROOM.

I LIVE IN A DARKROOM. GOOD.

BECAUSE I NEED YOU...

TO DEVELOP A ROLL
OF FILM FOR ME.

OH, THAT SMELLS FAMILIAR.

- I THOUGHT YOU'D REMEMBER IT.
- IS THIS SOME KIND
OF NEW THERAPY?

CALL IT A SIMULATION.

SIMULATION? MM-HMM.

I'M GOING TO CREATE
AN ENVIRONMENT...

WITH ALL THE STIMULI YOU
NEED TO RECREATE AN EVENT,

AND FOR YOU TO BECOME SOMEONE.

WHO DO YOU WANT ME TO BECOME?

YOURSELF. OH!

OH, MY CAMERA.

OH, I HAVEN'T TOUCHED
THIS SINCE THE...

WELL, SINCE THE
DAY AT CITY HALL.

NOW I WANT YOU TO
DEVELOP THAT ROLL OF FILM,

THE PICTURES YOU TOOK THAT DAY.

OH, BUT THERE'S
NO FILM IN IT. I KNOW.

I WANT YOU TO DEVELOP
THE PICTURES IN YOUR MIND.

I'M ON THE ROOFTOP AT CITY HALL.

NATURAL LIGHT IS AT
ITS-ITS PERFECT ANGLE.

THE BUILDING IS... IS
CLOSED. IT'S SUNDAY.

AND I'M, UH, GETTING LAST-MINUTE
SHOTS FOR MY GALLERY OPENING.

ARE YOU ALONE?

I THINK. I-I DON'T SEE ANYONE.

I DON'T... I DON'T SEE ANYONE,

BUT I FEEL A...

A TINGLE ON THE BACK OF MY NECK.

I DON'T SEE ANYONE,
BUT I HEAR SOMETHING.

WHAT DO YOU HEAR? FOOTSTEPS,
WALKING QUICKLY AWAY.

BUT, UH, YOU DON'T
THINK ANYTHING ABOUT IT...

BECAUSE YOU HAVE
OTHER PICTURES TO TAKE.

IT'S RIGHT BEFORE IT HAPPENS.

WE CAN STOP THIS IF YOU WANT.

NO.

I WALK OVER TO WHERE THE
FOOTSTEPS ARE COMING FROM,

BUT HE'S GONE.

RACHEL, DO YOU SEE THE BOMB?

IT'S ONLY AN INSTANT
BEFORE THE FLASH.

DO YOU SEE HIM? NO.

BUT... I SMELL SOMETHING.

I SMELL... YOU SMELL HIM.

IT MUST BE, UM...

I DON'T... I DON'T
KNOW WHAT IT IS.

IT-IT'S COLOGNE.

NO, IT-IT'S, UM,
MEDICINE, MENTHOL.

- WHAT ATHLETES PUT
ON SORE MUSCLES.
- LIQUID HEAT.

THANK YOU.

- ARE YOU STEVEN JOHNSON?
- YEAH.

SPECIAL AGENT JAROD WEBSTER.

F.B.I.? WHAT DID I DO?

NOTHING, MR. JOHNSON. I'M
JUST DOING A SECURITY CHECK...

ON ONE OF YOUR OLD ARMY
BUDDIES, DANIEL CARLSON.

HE PUT YOU DOWN AS A REFERENCE.

IF YOU WANT TO CLEAR CARLSON,
YOU'RE TALKING TO THE WRONG GUY.

- WHY'S THAT?
- CARLSON TALKS A GOOD GAME,

BUT THE REST OF THE SQUAD HAD TO
CARRY HIM EVERY STEP OF THE WAY.

WELL, THE WAY HE PUTS IT,
YOU WERE A VERY TIGHT UNIT.

WE'D PROBABLY HAVE
SHOT HIM OURSELVES IF HE

HADN'T CAUGHT THE
SHRAPNEL IN THE SHOULDER.

HE HAS THE COMPANY
TATTOO ON HIS FOREARM.

YOU DON'T SEE ANY MORONIC
LITTLE BIRDS ON ME, DO YOU?

HELL, CARLSON COME
IN ONE DAY ALL DRUNK,

QUEER LITTLE BIRD ON HIS ARM, TALKING ABOUT
HOW HE WANTED THE REST OF US TO GET 'EM.

GUY'S A DANGEROUS
LITTLE WANNABE.

WELL, THANK YOU VERY
MUCH FOR YOUR TIME.

HEY, WHAT'S THE LITTLE
WEASEL APPLYING FOR, ANYWAY?

- BOMB SQUAD.
- GOD HELP US ALL.

YOU PAGED ME?

OH, YEAH, DUDE. SORRY
SANTA WAS A LITTLE LATE,

SHE'S STILL BEAUTIFUL.

NOW, UM, YOU SAID YOU'D
MAKE IT WORTH MY WHILE.

PATIENCE, MR. POTATO HEAD.

THANK YOU. OKAY.

JAROD, THE FAX BOMBER
JUST BLEW HIMSELF UP.

WHERE'S CARLSON?
HE PHONED IT IN.

LET ME THROUGH! LET ME THROUGH!

LET HER THROUGH. THIS IS HER HOUSE.
THIS IS HER SON. LET HER THROUGH.

ARE YOU HURT?

I WASN'T HOME LAST NIGHT.

I HAD A DATE.

CURTIS? CURTIS, MAMA'S
HERE. MA'S HERE, HONEY.

I HAD A FEELING ABOUT THIS GUY. I CAME OVER
HERE TO SEE IF I COULD GET HIM TO TALK.

HE MUST HAVE SEEM ME COMING
BECAUSE THE WHOLE PLACE WENT UP.

- IT KNOCKED ME ALL THE WAY BACK
TO THE END OF THE DRIVEWAY.
- IT WAS A NICE PLAY, CARLSON.

GET YOURSELF CLEANED UP. YOU
LOOK LIKE HELL. THANK YOU, SIR.

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT WAS HIM.

ANOTHER CROISSANT, MISS PARKER?

COLD COFFEE'S PLENTY.

HE ALWAYS SEEMED
TO BE... A STEP AHEAD,

AND THEN SUDDENLY,
WE WERE A STEP BEHIND.

BROOTS HAS THE CLASSIC
NONCONFRONTATIONAL PERSONALITY.

I DOUBT HE WOULD PUT
HIMSELF IN HARM'S WAY.

WHERE THE HELL IS HE GOING NOW?

PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR?

COULD HE HAVE FOUND JAROD?

I DON'T KNOW.

BUT SOMEBODY JUST PUT
THEMSELVES IN HARM'S WAY.

IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.

THE SAME BOMBER, WHO WAS
SO INTELLIGENT HE DIDN'T LEAVE...

AS MUCH AS A SPECK
OF D.N.A. BEHIND,

ACCIDENTALLY BLOWS UP
HIS OWN MOTHER'S HOUSE?

DON'T START WITH ME, NOBEL. AND WHY WOULD
HE KEEP ALL OF HIS BOMB-MAKING EQUIPMENT...

IN A BOX IN THE GARAGE WHEN HE
HAD HIS OWN BASEMENT WORKSHOP?

MAYBE HE WAS FEELING
THE HEAT AND WAS PLANNING

TO MAKE A MOVE. I DON'T
THINK HE'S OUR MAN.

WHY? IS HE LEFT-HANDED?

AS A MATTER OF FACT, HE IS.

THE ISSUE OF GUILT
IS UP TO A JURY.

OUR JOB... COLLECT EVIDENCE.

NOW WE HAVE AN EXCLUSIVE WITH OFFICER
DAN CARLSON OF THE CITY BOMB SQUAD.

SO, YOU DEFUSED HIS DEVICES
AND BROUGHT HIM TO JUSTICE.

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE MAN
WHO UNCOVERED THE FAX BOMBER?

I'M JUST GLAD THIS NIGHTMARE FOR
THE CITY IS FINALLY COMING TO AN END.

NOT QUITE.

HERE.

WHAT DO YOU... WHAT IS
THIS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

SWEEPERS? IN MY HOUSE?

THAT'S ALL RIGHT. THAT'S
OKAY. IT'S ALL RIGHT.

HE'S IN THE MIDDLE OF
THE CUSTODY BATTLE.

THE P.I. WAS TRYING TO DIG UP SOMETHING
ON THE EX HE COULD USE IN COURT.

THE PLANE TICKET? TIME FOR
LITTLE SUSIE TO FLY HOME TO MOMMY.

AT LEAST WE'VE CLEARED HIM.

CLEARED HIM?

HE LIED TO THE CENTRE.

HE NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT
BEING MARRIED. HE WANTED HIS PRIVACY.

NONE OF THAT JUSTIFIES WHAT
WE DID. YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT.

YOU'RE LATE.

WELL, I SPENT ALL MORNING ON THE
PHONE WITH A LAWYER. HE DROPPED MY CASE.

HMM.

I'M SORRY TO HEAR THAT.

MMM. ARE YOU, MISS PARKER?

THANKS TO YOU, MY DAUGHTER HASN'T
STOPPED CRYING SINCE LAST NIGHT.

TOMORROW, I HAVE TO
SEND HER BACK TO HER

MOTHER, WHICH IS A PLACE
SHE DOESN'T WANT TO GO.

NONE OF THAT HAS ANYTHING
TO DO WITH THE CENTRE.

I WORK HERE.

I SOLD MY SOUL TO BE IN THIS
PLACE. I'M NOT SELLING HER.

SO DON'T MESS WITH HER.
AND DON'T MESS WITH ME.

HEY, LAMONT, WHAT
ARE YOU DOING TONIGHT?

HEY, CARLSON. WHAT?

YOU'D BETTER
TAKE A LOOK AT THIS.

WHAT?

UGH. THIS IS SOME KIND OF HOAX.

NOW, WE KNOW THE-THE FAX
BOMBER IS IN A HOSPITAL BED.

WELL, I GUESS HE
CHECKED HIMSELF OUT.

LET'S GO.

MAIN ELEVATOR BANKS.
RIGHT OVER THERE.

- COME ON!
- MAYBE WE SHOULD WAIT
FOR BACKUP.

AND MISS OUR
CHANCE TO BE HEROES?

COME ON.

WHOA. ANOTHER BAD BETTY.

OH, GOD.

LET'S NOT RUSH
INTO ANYTHING HERE.

OH, LOOK. HE LEFT A NOTE.

CAREFUL. SLOW.

"THIS TIME IT'S REAL."

HMM. SEE?

NO!

FORGET IT, CARLSON.

THIS IS THE EXPRESS. IT
WON'T STOP FOR 60 FLOORS.

UH-OH. SIXTY FLOORS
IF WE'RE LUCKY.

- WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
- BAROMETRIC DETONATOR.

DESIGNED TO DETONATE AT
ALTITUDES 600 OR 700 FEET.

MY GUESS IS WE'RE GOOD
FOR 45, 50 FLOORS, TOPS.

- WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!
- NO, WE'VE GOTTA
DEFUSE THIS BOMB.

NO, THERE'S NO TIME! OH,
THERE'S PLENTY OF TIME.

IT SHOULD BE EASY FOR YOU.

IT'S JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER
BOMBS YOU USED TO MAKE.

HUH? YOU KNOW, THE
BOMBS YOU DEFUSED...

SO YOU COULD BE A HERO JUST LIKE YOUR
BIG BROTHER WAS? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

JUST YOUR AVERAGE,
EVERYDAY MISCREANT.

AND SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T THINK THAT RACHEL
NEWTON SHOULD HAVE LOST HER EYESIGHT...

SO THAT YOU COULD
BE PUT IN THE LIMELIGHT.

NOW, LISTEN TO ME JAROD. I DID
NOT EXPECT ANYBODY TO GET HURT.

TELL THAT TO CURTIS HARING. HE
WAS THE GUY YOU TRIED TO BLOW UP,

SO YOU COULD COVER YOUR TRACKS.

ALL RIGHT! THAT'S ENOUGH!
NOW, COME ON! DEFUSE THIS THING!

NOT SO COOL UNDER PRESSURE
WHEN IT'S NOT YOUR OWN BOMB.

BUT YOU SEE, PEOPLE THAT PLANT
BOMBS, THEY'RE COWARDS AT HEART.

AND SINCE I PLANTED THIS ONE, I DON'T
WANT TO STICK AROUND TO WATCH IT BLOW.

UH-OH.

TWENTIETH FLOOR.
BETTER GET TO WORK.

HOPE YOU CAN FIGURE
OUT WHICH WIRE TO SNIP.

BYE-BYE, HERO.

NO! JAROD!

JAROD!

I GUESS THAT'S WHY
THEY CALL IT THE EXPRESS.

TEN, NINE, EIGHT,

SEVEN, SIX, FIVE,
FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE.

KABOOM.

YOU'RE UNDER ARREST, CARLSON.

THAT ALL OF YOU AT CITY HALL...

WILL PAY EGREGIOUSLY FOR
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME.

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT
TO SAY THAT? SAY WHAT?

"EGREGIOUSLY"? WHO'S
WRITING THIS LETTER?

I WAS ONLY MAKING A
SUGGESTION. IT'S MY LETTER!

ALL RIGHT, ALREADY. WHAT
DO YOU WANT FROM ME? MA!

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW
WHAT IT MEANS. DO TOO!

WELL, I CAN SPELL
IT. JUST WRITE IT!

E, G, R... GET MY DICTIONARY!

I'M NOT GOING IN THAT SMELLY
BASEMENT. OHH! THERE'S A FLY ON ME.

"EGREGIOUSLY." A FLY ON ME! AAH!

MORNING, MAY.

WHERE'S RACHEL? THERE'S
SOMETHING YOU SHOULD SEE.

TOOK HER ABOUT A HALF
HOUR TO GET DOWN THERE.

BUT SHE GOT THERE
ALL BY HERSELF.

HE'S STILL SEARCHING,
MR. PARKER.

BUT WE WILL FIND THE LEAK.

I PROMISE YOU THAT.

DID YOU FIND SOMETHING, ANGELO?

KEEP WORKING.

KEEP WORKING.