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♪ And so much muscle ♪

♪ Cells about to separate
and I ♪

♪ Find it hard to concentrate
and ♪

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cash and carry ♪

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♪ The time has come to deviate
and ♪

♪ All I want
is for you to be happy and ♪

♪ Take this moment
to make you my family and ♪

♪ Finally you have found
something perfect and ♪

♪ Finally you have found... ♪

Morning.

♪ Death defying,
this mess I'm buying ♪

♪ It's raining down
with love and hate ♪

♪ And I find it hard to motivate
and ♪

♪ Estuary is blessed but scary,
your ♪

♪ Heart's about to palpitate ♪

♪ And I'm not about
to hesitate... ♪

Thank you.

♪ One to treasure the rest
of your days here and ♪

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in so many ways, dear, and... ♪

(glass shattering)

(people screaming,
glass tinkling)

- Hey.
- Hi.

Sorry we're late.

We had to review
the research budget.

We didn't have to, considering
I was right the first time.

Well, thoroughness clearly
is a genetic trait.

You color-tab like
an academic, Alan.

I'm looking for a new, uh,
barbecue grill.

What do you think?

New? What's wrong
with the one you have?

This one's better.

It's got more features.

Sounds a bit... conspicuously
consumptive to me.

I, you know, I could say the
same about you, uh, that bag,

what is that 1,200 bucks?

- Wow, touchГ©.
- Huh?

You know what, I'm remembering
that I already had breakfast.

And so I'm actually going to...

Hold on.

I propose a little wager.

All right?

For the next 30 days,

your father and I
buy nothing new.

Nothing.

Except for food
and staple items.

(phone rings)
All right, I'm on.

And you be a witness.

No, I don't want to have
anything at all to do with...

Charles Eppes.

Uh, yeah, I can be there
in about 20 minutes.

Sure.

I got to go.

WOMAN:
Victim's John Walton, 37,

science and technology reporter.

Uh-huh and the device
was a letter bomb?

Yup. It originated
in the mailroom.

Witness says he saw the flash.

Next thing he knew, he was on
his back, looking up at EMT.

Besides my ATF team,

a Bomb Squad and a Postal
Investigator are on-site.

Well, where's the FBI?

DON:
Hey.

What's up beating us
to the crime scene?

I'm the one who called
your brother, Agent Eppes.

I know he worked on the
recruitment center bombings.

And before that, the backdraft
arson investigation.

- That's right.
- Yeah.

What's your name?

ATF Agent Jessica Malloy.

- How you doing, Malloy?
- Good.

It's good to have you on board.

Your reputation precedes you.

Nikki Davis was a friend
of mine.

She was a good agent, huh?

So, what are we looking at here?

High explosive, uh, shaped
charge would be my best bet.

Uh, targeted.

You know, this is a classic
Misznay-Schardin Effect --

expanding gas and
energy focused away from

and perpendicular
to the surface of the explosive.

I knew I called the right guy.

Explosions are all about
physics, you know, about math --

burn rates, brisance,
pressure waves.

Everything in this room tells us
a story about the blast.

It's like a...

hand pounding a table.

By the way the objects
are displaced,

I can tell you
the size of the hand,

how tight the grip,

how much energy
it imparted on impact...

just like I can analyze what kind
of bomb we're looking at here.

Yeah, I guess you called
the right guy, huh.

It's too late to help Walton.

DAVID: Let's hope
we're not late again.

WOMAN: I'm not sure
what I can tell you.

John wasn't the type
to make enemies.

Just two hours ago
he was right here,

kissing the kids goodbye.

What about your husband's work?

I imagine as a reporter,
he may have riled some people,

and maybe received some threats.

The only problem John
ever had on the Science Desk

was when someone
threatened to sue him.

Who?

Guy said...

he was being accused
of a crime he didn't commit.

Do you remember
why they wanted to sue him?

John was covering a story

on a series of attacks
on laboratories...

...bombings.

Oh, my God.

JESSICA: DNA Bomber case,
three years ago.

A series of letter-bombs were
sent to biotechnology labs.

Killed four people,

the last one a San Francisco
Bomb Squad sergeant.

Bill Regan.

We trained together
in Huntsville.

A college kid, Jason Aronow,

pled guilty to the DNA bombings.

He's serving a life sentence.

What's the deal,
he was trying to sue Walton?

No, that was Emmett Glaser.

Former physics professor.

Aronow was a student of his.

Glaser consulted for DOD
on mini-explosives.

And was fired
for criticizing work

they were doing
on biotechnology.

Now, shortly after that,

a manifesto attacking biotech
surfaced on the Internet.

And the DNA Bomber
attacks followed.

Now, the bombs all had a
signature stamped on a component,

same as the
manifesto's sign-off:

"RF59"...
"RF59."

Glaser was a suspect for months.

Yeah, but he didn't do it.

Well, he didn't get caught.

Aronow was his student...

and I never did buy a
19-year-old kid acting alone.

All right, well,
let's say Glaser is our guy.

It's been three years;
why would he start up again now?

Walton was not the only guy
that Glaser tried to sue...

he just lost his last appeal

against the U.S. Government
a few months ago.

So, what?

Some other way
of trying to get payback?

The ATF identified
the explosive as C4.

They're sending over
the ballistics data.

Great, with my trajectory
calculations,

we'll get an accurate
image of that bomb.

(knocking)
Hey.

Either of you two geniuses have
a CD player I could borrow?

No, sorry. Mine's at home.

I got my MP3 and my headphones?

No. Music should be
embraced, not worn.

You know, I think you can buy a
new one for pretty cheap.

(scoffs)

This is the bet, right?

(chuckling)
Yeah.

She and my dad made a bet

that they couldn't go a month

without purchasing
a new consumer item.

Hey,

we could just list this under
"items necessary for survival"?

Now, now, Millie,
the bet was your idea.

Oh, thought so.

You know what? Don't forget --

I approve your
research funding, hmm?

You'd better hope
my pen doesn't break.

Hey.

So, what do you got?

Well, uh, working
with your techs,

using recovered components,
computer modeling.

I reconstructed the bomb
that killed John Walton.

Well, and I then found a match to
four other devices in the FBI's database.

JESSICA: All from the DNA Bomber
attacks three years ago.

CHARLIE: All resembling bombs
that Glaser designed for the military.

Now, we know Glaser fits
the psych profile.

Why do you keep skipping
over the small fact

that this guy was cleared
three years ago?

- Not in my book he wasn't.
- (phone ringing)

Yeah, well, your case
fell apart.

You know, I'm not making
the same mistake.

DON:
Eppes.

Ah, damn.

All right, yeah, yeah,
we're on our way.

Okay. You'd better come with me.

We'll see you later, Charlie.

(helicopter rotors whirring)

(indistinct radio transmission)

So, the victim's Leonard Tobin.

Postal clerk said
he picked up his mail.

And then a witness saw him
checking it in his car before the blast.

Tobin?

Tobin worked at DOD,
same time as Glaser.

What do you mean, he's
like a biotech guy, too?

Glaser sent him angry e-mails

using the same language
as the RF59 Manifesto.

Tobin was the first to point
to Glaser as a suspect.

So, two of Glaser's enemies
blown up in two days.

LIZ:
Hey!

You guys, I need to
show you something.

What have you got?

Check it out.

"RF59."

Bomber's signatures were
never public.

The only ones who know about it
are us

and whoever was
behind the bombings.

This is not a copycat.

This is Glaser.

(doorbell rings)

Can I help you?

FBI, Mr. Glaser.

We need to talk to your son.

Haven't you people
hounded him enough?

Two men are dead, Mr. Glaser.

One of them as a father, also --

and his two children will
never see him again.

Where is he?

I don't know.

The only time I see him
is when he needs money.

He can't get work,
thanks to you people.

When's the last time
he was here?

About a month ago.

He slept in his old room in
the attic for a couple of days.

We're gonna need
to take a look, sir.

Have you people got a warrant?

Yeah.

I can't vouch for the
condition of the floorboards.

If you break your
leg, it's on you.

Starting to see
where Glaser Junior

inherits his good
will toward men.

Mm.

Oh... Check this out.

Anybody need a back issue
of Popular Bomber?

Man has maintained an
unhealthy interest.

Take a look at the photo of
victim number two, Leonard Tobin.

Looks like you made the wall
of shame, as well.

Mom will be so proud.

Take a look at this.

Look familiar?

Bomb components.

I think I've seen this before.

Looks like we've got our guy.

Yeah, only we don't.

The diagrams and components
found at Glaser's place

match the bombs
that killed Walton and Tobin.

We didn't find any explosives.

So if he's planning
more attacks,

he's got the stuff with him.

No, or it's already in the mail.

Since he lost his job,
Glaser's fallen off the grid.

We're going
through the case files

to see who else
he might be targeting.

Well, I can help
with the target analysis.

I bet he's in Lake Arrowhead.

Leonard Tobin received
a call from a phone booth

20 miles away from the phone
the bomber used to call Walton.

Right, and postal police
say the envelopes came

from two different
mailboxes 15 miles apart.

We traced several components
to a hardware store over here.

Well, I mean, look at this.

This is a huge area.

Yeah, but you know,
by masking his location,

what he's really doing is, he's
providing us with a pattern.

You know, a magnet repels a
group of objects with the same charge.

The magnet will repel
the objects

just like our suspect will try
to put the maximum distance

he can between himself
and the locations he visited.

So I'll start geo-profiling,
I'll analyze the pattern,

assign some probabilities
and create a search area.

How soon?

Day, more or less.

Yeah, how about less?

You know, we found letters
at Glaser's place,

correspondence between him and

his former student,
Jason Aronow.

The guy doing time
for the DNA bombings?

Yeah, Glaser stayed in touch
during Aronow's trial,

you know, "moral support."

If they were in touch then,
maybe they're still in touch.

All right, fine,
let's talk to him.

CORRECTIONS OFFICER:
Here to see No-Knuckles, huh?

DAVID:
"No-Knuckles"?

Aronow, that's what we call him.

Tried to blow himself up
first month he was here

with a bomb made out
of cleaning solvents.

Doc had to stitch
his hands back together.

Been off custodial
detail ever since.

We read his file.

Kid's a freak. Spent all his
time on the Internet

till we found out he was
talking to other bomb-nuts.

(keys jangle in lock)
He's all yours.

Jason Aronow,
Agent Sinclair, FBI.

Agent Malloy, ATF.

Agent Malloy, it's a pleasure.

You agreed to waive counsel?

Lot of good it did me last time.

You pled guilty to four
bombings, that's four murders.

What did you expect?

Doesn't a troubled childhood
count for anything anymore?

Emmett Glaser, your old
professor, you were pen-pals.

Still the case?

I saw the bombings on the news.

Must be déjà vu for you, Agent.

Of course, you were off the case by
the time they came knocking on my door.

Shame.

We'd have had fun.

Emmett Glaser, Jason.

A man not afraid
to tell the truth.

Which is?

Biotechnology isn't a solution.

It's a "final solution."

You read my file:
paranoid schizo.

Nothing a little gene therapy
can't fix...

or select out.

Biotech is going to make
people like me extinct.

Come on, Jason, you didn't have
the skills to do all those bombings.

You couldn't even
blow yourself up.

'Cause I didn't have
what I needed.

Emmett Glaser is a man of ideas,

and I'm a man of action.

The pure energy
at the point of detonation.

You ever want to feel
what that's like...

you just let me know.

Oh, I know what it's like.

I saw photos
of my friend Bill Regan

after he was blown apart
by a bomb you claim you built.

They had to scrape him
off the pavement,

pry parts of him
out of the grill of an SUV.

You're turning me on.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

How's the target analysis going?

It's gone.

I sent it two hours ago.

Look at you.

Check this out.

This is research
for your geo-profiling?

Yeah, this guy, Emmett Glaser

attended Caltech at 14,
and studied under Feynman.

Wound up consulting for DOD --
he's a wunderkind.

Who also lived with his father.

Yeah. Listen to this, this is...

this is from his manifesto:

"When biotechnology
creates a marketplace

"where genetic material,
who we are,

"can be bought and sold
like a slave on the block,

there is no freedom there."

Well, even the Unabomber
had his moments.

You know, obviously,
I don't identify with this guy,

but, you know,
on a purely intellectual level,

I kind of get what he's saying.

It kind of bothers me.

(people yelling)

(tires screech,
engine turns off)

- Hey, Don.
- What's the story?

Well, Amita's target
list paid off.

So another one?

Yeah, screener in the
mailroom caught it.

It was addressed to the judge
in the DNA bomber case.

So the bomb squad
rolled on the call.

Evacuated the courthouse.

- Where's it at?
- The robot's got it.

- Guys. Jessica.
- Hey.

The return address
is Rancho Feliz.

90059.

No such address.

RF59, he's playing with us.

I'm ready to grab an X-ray pic.

Oh, they look pretty
similar to me, right?

Nice for our bomber
to leave us a roadmap.

Eddie, you went to school
on the diagram.

- Detonate it.
- Roger that.

Robot's in firing position.

Load the saline charge.

(clicking)

Locked and loaded, boss.

Light it up.

- HAZLETT: Well, looking good.
- (two beeps)

That's it.

Fire in the hole!

- Start the bag-and-tag.
- Roger that.

Bomb squad one, stand by.
We're moving in.

Looks like a good hit.
Hang on.

Yeah, we're good. Good.

Glaser's just giving us
more rope to hang him.

I mean, he's got to know
we're screening the mail.

Why does he stick
to the same M.O.

and just keep
handing us evidence?

What about that courthouse?

He knew we'd evacuate, right?

'Cause he wanted to sneak in.

LIZ: During the evacuation,
someone entered that courthouse

and downloaded the case files
from the DNA bomber investigation.

That means Glaser's got names
and addresses of everyone.

Judges, witnesses,
confidential informants.

Target list just got
a hell of a lot longer.

There's no way we can
protect all of them.

All right, I'll check with you
guys in a little bit, all right?

- Hey.
- Oh, hey, bro.

So using the data points
we traced to Glaser,

I was able to triangulate
a preliminary search area.

Well, it'd better
be preliminary.

Well, you know, he doesn't own
a car, so that limits his range.

And then I factored
in his psych profile.

He's a loner, he's anti-social.

Right, so here's what I,
what I got.

(beep)

Charlie, I mean, there's got
to be at least a dozen

square miles of woods here.

12.7.

Checked out Jason Aronow's
online activity.

Turns out the kid's been in
contact with Glaser twice.

But the e-mails don't say
anything incriminating.

Did we trace it?

Glaser logged on from several Internet
cafes in the Lake Arrowhead area.

We showed his photo around,
no leads.

May I see the file?

Yeah, sure.

You know, more data translates
to greater refinement.

Greater refinement
means less area.

(keyboard clacking)

That better?

Yeah, that's what I'm talking
about, Charlie!

All right, let's get eyes
in these areas.

Okay, roll everything
we've got, all right?

Tea?

Yeah, I saw Granger
make that coffee.

Hey, what was that look you gave
me when Malloy mentioned Nikki Davis?

Right, like, "Why is it
all your girlfriends

are people you've
worked with?"

The hours we put in...

that's just the way it is.

It's what we do after we punch
out that makes the difference.

Hey, you ever, uh, ice-skate?

Yeah. Do you?

Actually I played
hockey as a kid.

Okay, I didn't figure you
for sequins and figure eights.

You never know, it could be
the secret life of Don Eppes.

Yeah, I'm free Friday.

All right, good. So maybe dinner
after, something like that?

Don, we've found Glaser.

(tapping on glass)
COLBY: Delivery.

Leave it on the step.

I can't, sir,
I need a signature.

On the step!

Or leave me alone.

Looks like he's building
another bomb. We gotta go in.

Okay, sir, you win.

I'll leave it here on the door.

FBI! Put your hands
where I can see them.

Where I can see them.

Step away from the desk.

Now put your hands behind
your head and turn around.

By the way, the real delivery
guy sleeps in his truck

between 3:00 and 3:30.

Little detail for your files.

Why am I being
so honored this time?

Why do you think, Glaser?

I can guess now.

Let's get a bomb squad in here.

Yes, do.

They can save us all from the
toy I'm building for my nephew.

Wish I could say it's nice to
see you again, Agent Malloy.

Yeah, feeling's mutual.

What? You're not a fan
of your own work?

My client is not responsible
for the death of these men.

That's not what the evidence
says, Counselor.

Postmarks,
phone calls, purchases,

not to mention what we
found at "daddy's house."

I appreciate you putting
my picture up on the wall.

That's all
circumstantial evidence.

You going to let this bozo
do all the talking for you?

You weren't this shy when
you wrote your RF59 manifesto.

Look, I don't know
about your supposed "evidence."

As for my vitriol,
it's true I haven't let go.

You wouldn't either.

Oh, yeah, why's that?

You live with agents
following you incessantly,

questioning colleagues,
e-mailing employers,

leaks to the press
destroying your reputation.

MALLOY:
You recognize that?

Signature on your manifesto,

on your bombs.

You and that kid are the
only ones who know about it.

You know about it.

There's some more of your work.

Mary Murphy, Armin Shah,

Richard Ells,

and this one,
this is not from the case file.

This is mine.

Look at it.

Hey, I said look at it!

This is Bill Regan,
San Francisco Bomb Squad,

left behind a wife and a child.

- This isn't even part of...
- Shut up! I am not done!

His son Sean was
just three years old

when his father was killed
by you.

This case has already
been tried, Malloy.

Yeah, and he let his student
take the fall for it.

I can't be held responsible
for one young man perverting

my discourse
into a blueprint for mayhem.

You provided a hell of a lot
more than just "discourse."

I told Jason
what he did was wrong.

Oh, playing to the judge's sympathy,
you psychopathic scumbag.

Hey, hey.

You know, I've looked at
your "overwhelming" evidence

and frankly, I'm underwhelmed.

- We're done here.
- No, we are not done!

Yeah, Jessica, we are.

I refer you to the "Axiom
of Coherent States,"

a little quantum mechanics
principle.

Look it up.

Here all night?

Mm.

Just since about 5:00 A.M.

You find a CD player?

No, no, but I found
an undergrad physics major,

a hunk o' burning brain who
said he'd rebuild mine for me.

- Oh...
- Done.

- Millie, that's cheating.
- No, it isn't.

Yes, it -- yes, it is.

You're buying some
starving student's services.

No, I'm not buying anything.

I am letting him.

(knocks)
Hi.

Oh, Bradley, come in.

Here he is. All done?

Hello.

I had a little setback,
Dr. Finch.

It would enhance
the sound quality,

but...

(Millie gasps)

My Vivaldi?

(snorts)

Oh, no.

Why?

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, it's okay.

Thank you.

So check this out.

This is the interview with the
suspect in the bomber case.

"Coherent States"?

Yeah, yeah,
he seems oddly confident that,

that the evidence
against him won't hold.

I-I don't know, I
just don't see it.

Well, maybe you need
a little more caffeine.

- That's it.
- What?

"Coherent States."

Redundancy, over-completeness.

Here.

These are the data points that I used
to triangulate the suspect's location.

Okay, looks good to me.

Too good, too good.

Where are the outliers?

How many times have you seen this
much data and nothing's out of place,

where you have
just exactly what you need?

Almost never.

DON:
"Too good"?

Wha-What are you talking about?

(stammering)

I'm saying I think
we may have the wrong man.

It's what Glaser said
about "Coherent States,"

th-tha-that all the evidence
points to him

and, and only him.

You know what that's like?

That's like a perfect storm
of data.

That's like --
that's an improbable event.

Come on, Charlie, the
guy's playing you.

It's not just the math,
all right?

Okay.

His manifesto, his ideas,
though extreme, are not irrational.

You know, he never
advocates violence.

Well, so what?
The guy's a genius.

Doesn't mean he's
not a murderer.

- You're missing the point.
- What's the point?

That you want to stand up
for one of your own here?

What are you talking about?

You know, you're one to talk.

Colby lied to you. Almost
blew an entire investigation...

- Hey, hey, easy.
- ...and you covered his ass.

Easy, pal.
You're here to help, right?

You're not here
to create problems.

You know what? Fine.

But if Glaser's lawyer calls me
to the stand, I'm not gonna lie.

I'm not going to cover your ass.

Come on, come on, come on!

Damn it!

ANNOUNCER: He makes it,
what an incredible shot!

Oh...

(whimpers)
What's going on?

It's a piece of crap.

I don't even know why I bothered
taking it out of the garage.

What's wrong with
the flatscreen?

Broke.

Bought it a year ago,
didn't make it to the playoffs.

Oh, right, what's this?

This Millie's bet
Charlie told me about?

- What, you can't buy another one?
- Yeah, ridiculous.

I should have kept
my mouth shut.

So, uh,

I thought you were working around
the clock on that bomber case.

- Nah, we got the guy.
- Oh, really?

So why is your brother out in
the garage still working on it?

Well, that guy, man.

I guess he hates to
be wrong, you know?

I mean, even when he's right.

He's just letting his
emotions get in the way.

Yeah, something you'd never do.

The guy wrote a manifesto,
you know, like the Unabomber.

H-he wants to end
biotech research. So...

You know, strong opinions does
not necessarily a killer make.

In my day, people had...

they had opinions
about a lot of stuff.

Oh, come on.

What, are you gonna give me the
First Amendment lecture again?

Till you listen, yes.

Dad, you're as bad as Charlie.

Well, maybe, but have you
ever known your brother

to let his emotions
trump his math?

Hey, Charlie.

Hey, yeah, no, I know, I...

(stammers)

I get caught up sometimes,
you know, in the math.

All right, I understand. Listen.

Listen, I'm here, okay?

L-Let me hear what you got.

Thanks. Here's the thing.

Look, tracing these bomber's
movements gave us these 12 data points.

- Right?
- Right, the search area.

Right, and all of them fit
so perfectly into my equation.

There's no strays, no outliers.

Well, good evidence is
good evidence.

Not when it's too good.

Y-You see what I'm...

(sighs)

Imagine, um...
here we go.

Imagine we wanted
to create a square.

- Okay?
- Okay.

You need four points, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- Four.

You don't need four
more points, right?

That's exactly what I have,
though.

That's more data than I need here
and it all fits together so perfectly.

Right, but, I mean, that
doesn't mean it's impossible.

Yeah, but given Glaser's
grasp of these concepts,

don't you see how he would be
a fool to behave in this way?

See what I'm saying?

You going to stick around
for dinner?

No, you know, I'm gonna
go back to work, right?

We're going back
through the evidence,

including the files in the original
DNA Bomber investigation.

I think we might
have caught a break.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, Jason Aronow was
trying to dump a flash drive

down the john in his cell.

Techs checked it out, said
it's an encryption device.

David's got them going back
through all his online activity.

Sounds good.

What the hell's going on, Eppes?

Charlie raised some questions.

Yeah, so I hear.

Some crackpot theory
that Glaser's being framed?

Back off.

It was your idea to bring him
in in the first place, right?

Aronow's encryption device was
used to chat on a cooking website.

Cooking?

Conversations about ingredients
and baking times

were really about bomb-making.

He spent most of his time chatting
with the username "Burnrate20."

They also mentioned
the RF59 signature.

- It's Glaser.
- No, I doubt it;

Aronow trashed Glaser for "disavowing
violence in the name of ideas."

This guy, this Burnrate20
offered him a chance to get even.

Right, to frame Glaser.

Can you trace Burnrate20?

Guy knew how
to cover his tracks.

Well, we know where Aronow is,
right?

(wry chuckle)

They're bringing him in
from work detail now.

The kid got out early.

Perfect timing.

Aronow hasn't enjoyed this much
attention since he first got here

and the reporters
were buzzing around.

Yeah, glad we can
brighten his day.

What did our boy do
to get off work?

He got sick.

Prison doc thinks
he inhaled something.

- Like what?
- Glue.

He was doing some rebinding
in the library.

Wait, I thought
you guys were supposed

to keep him away
from the chemicals.

Yeah, you getting the same
bad feeling I'm getting?

Yeah. Call the Bomb Squad.

Now!

Open up!

(alarm buzzing)

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

JESSICA: Aronow joins
our list of victims

even if it was by suicide bomb.

Looks like he got ahold of
the right chemicals this time.

Yeah, but I can't figure
why now?

Maybe our bomber
had a hand in it.

Glaser was in lockup,
so it wasn't him.

I was wrong about Aronow, too.

I guess he was the one behind
the bombings three years ago.

Well, whoever's doing it now went
to a lot of trouble to pin it on Glaser.

Maybe he has some theories.

It's not like he's going
to talk to us.

Maybe he'll talk
to someone else.

Dr. Glaser?

Professor Eppes.

Is this the FBI's idea
of catch and release?

Stick another hook in the
fish, watch it struggle?

They just wanted me
to talk to you.

Shouldn't you be applying
your talents to higher pursuits

than gumshoeing
for a pack of thugs?

Go home, Professor.

I really respect your ideas,
you know?

Except for one.

I believe that humanism
should be about humanity.

Finally, some candor.

I totally get
what you're saying.

The dangers
of genetic engineering,

taking humanity apart...

And reordering it with no regard
for long-term consequences.

Yeah, I'm aware of
the risk-reward analyses, but...

...but my mother...

She died of a disease that this
technology could cure, so...

Isn't saving lives
a humanist ideal?

We need your help.

(clears throat)

Whoever's bombing these people
has targeted you, as well.

We think you might have an idea
who it could be.

I suggest you look for the
answer by looking at the victims.

A paradigm shift.

I'm not... I don't know
what you mean.

You're the genius, Professor.

Figure it out.

DAVID:
Your hunch was right.

Jason Aronow's suicide
bomb didn't match anything

on the prison's inventory list.

Well, our guy got
to him somehow, right?

Why don't you just check
the visitors' logs?

- Colby's already on it.
- All right, good.

Don!

What, you got something
on Glaser?

You know, it took me a while

to understand Glaser's allusion
to a paradigm shift.

We've all been looking at
the victims in this case

as Glaser's enemies,

when in fact,
they were his allies.

Allies?

Yeah, I-I've taken a fresh
look at this case in legal terms.

Victim number one,
uh, uh, John Walton,

was the first reporter to out
Glaser as a suspect by name.

All right. So?

So, that information was leaked
to Walton

by someone on the case,

which caused evidence
to be thrown out.

What about the
second victim, Tobin?

Tobin. Well, after
he pointed his finger at Glaser,

news surfaced
that he'd made a book deal,

and the judge threw out
his testimony.

DON: Yeah, yeah, yeah. And a
bomb was sent to that judge, too.

Okay, so, so the bomber's
killing people

that he holds responsible
for Glaser escaping justice.

DON: So a survivor of one of the
victims, right? Family, friend...

Try a member of law enforcement.

Prison visitors' log shows
Aronow had one visitor yesterday.

Who's that?

DON: I say you led us
from the start.

You wanted to nail
Glaser, right?

I mean, you were dying to do it.

Damn straight.
I thought he was guilty.

It was all a setup, wasn't it?

I mean, even bringing in
Charlie from the get-go.

I called your brother
to get answers.

What were you doing
at the prison yesterday?

My job.

Oh, yeah? What's that,
executing criminals, huh?

Killing someone
for tanking your case?

You don't know what the hell
you are talking about.

- You tell me what I don't know.
- I will tell you.

I went to go and see Aronow
because I wanted the truth.

I was tired of all this
damn screwing around.

The only person I blame for
blowing the case against Glaser is me.

I'm the one who leaked his name.

Come on.

You don't believe me, go-go
check the case files.

My confidential reprimand
is in there.

I am a cop, Eppes,
not a murderer.

You know what?
You're off the case...

Yeah, well, whatever.

So Malloy took a
two-month suspension

for leaking Glaser's name
to Walton's newspaper.

Hey, Liz.

But the prison surveillance
tapes show no sign

that she passed
anything to Aronow.

Right. Well, I mean,
somebody did.

- And I think I know who.
- Yeah?

And I got to thinking maybe our
guy wasn't on the prison visitors' log,

'cause he's already inside,

so I ran background checks
on the prison personnel.

COLBY: That's the guard on
Aronow's cellblock.

Lee Kettrick, former San
Francisco Bomb Squad.

In Bill Regan's unit.

Regan was the guy killed
defusing Aronow's last letter bomb.

LIZ: Kettrick wasn't there, but he
watched his buddy blown up on TV.

He quit the force last year --
issues with depression.

Gets a new job.

And like Malloy, thinks Glaser is
part of the DNA Bomber conspiracy.

And had a list of people he
blamed for letting him go free.

Kills them,
makes it look like Glaser.

And then kills Aronow
as final payback.

So, where's this guy now?

DAVID:
FBI! Don't move!

Down on your knees.

Let's go.

Put your hands behind your head.

DAVID: We have you on tape,
Kettrick,

slipping bomb materials
to Jason Aronow.

Given what I wanted to do
to him, the kid got off easy.

And what about the others?

Glaser should have gone
to prison.

It's their fault he didn't.

Even if he didn't build
those bombs,

he gave that kid the idea.

It's all over now, Kettrick.

That's what you think.

(laughs)

(car remote chirps)

So, Kettrick's in custody,

but David and Colby think
he's chosen his next victim.

Fuse is already lit.

Well, we've identified
the potential targets.

And we're screening their mail.

Wait, what if he's
not using the mail?

I mean, he already
played us once, right?

Oh, it's the courthouse.

Yeah, what about it?

He wanted those files to know
who screwed up Glaser's conviction.

Oh, my God. It's Malloy.

(car remote chirps,
car door bell dings)

(sighs)

(dings)

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

Malloy.

- It's Eppes. Where are you?
- My car.

I'm vacating the premises.
Those were your orders, right?

Listen to me.
Get out of the car.

You're the next target.

(rhythmic beeping)

Your timing could have
been better, Eppes.

(beeping)

I'm sitting on the bomb
right now, and I got 19 minutes.

Well, don't move, Jessica.

If Kettrick used another one
of Glaser's military designs,

there's probably
a pressure-switch in the seat.

All right.

DON: All right, just hang tight,
okay? You keep that line open.

We're going
to get you out of there.

It's going to take at least half an
hour to get the Bomb Squad to roll.

All right, look, we got to find
another way then, all right?

Think I see it.

Hey, I need to talk to you.

I'm busy, Professor.

Retrieving what your
FBI friends took from me.

- I need your help.
- I gave it to you, remember?

There's a bomb, all right?

It's likely your design.
Malloy's the target.

I know your history,
but you're her only hope.

Personal animus aside, sounds
like a job for the Bomb Squad, not me.

There's no time.

I'm sorry.

- I can't help you.
- Glaser!

I know what RF59 means.

It's Richard Feynman's
1959 lecture

on nanotechnology,
the future, right?

I applaud your insight,

but I'm not sure
I see your point.

Feynman loved ideas,

but he would never have used
incendiary words

without regards
for consequences.

Would have never walked away
from someone who needed his help.

You were his student!

What happened?

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

All right, I got the Wi-Fi tap.

I'm hacking into
the onboard computer right now.

DON: All right, Jess,
how you doing there?

I was doing fine, till I got
a look at your rescue team.

He's here to help. You just got
to trust me, relax.

(indistinct radio transmission)

What do you say, pal?

We're way past letter bombs.

It's one of my
designs, looks like.

Thing's got enough C4
to blow her into the upper deck.

So what, are you saying
you can disarm it or not?

I can take care
of the pressure switch.

Activating the airbag
will disable the sensor.

Bomb's timer is another matter.

We stop the clock, it'll go off.

What if we fool it instead?

But how?

If we reset the clock,

so that the bomb thinks
it's already detonated,

then the computer will look
for instructions in the code,

and find none.

Terminating itself and crashing.

Right. So we just need
to override the GPS feed.

- Guys, we got a minute here.
- I'm on it!

What about blowing the airbag,
deactivating the seat sensor?

We can sequence it in.

CHARLIE:
Just did that.

DON:
Yeah, that'll work?

In theory. Airbag will blow
before the timer override.

She'll have two, maybe three
seconds to get out of the car.

All right, I'm going
to go help her.

- What?
- Now, wait. Don, Don! Just...

Just disarm it,
all right? I got it.

- What are you doing, Eppes?
- Just relax. Quiet.

- Get out of here!
- All right, listen to me.

- Eppes come on, get outta here.
- Listen to me. Just relax.

Charlie thinks he
can disarm it, okay?

So I'm going to
need you to jump.

I'm gonna help you out. Okay,
you with me?

All right. Yeah, I'm with you.

All right, Charlie.

I'm programming in the time
right now. Just hang on.

(trilling)

Here we go. You ready?

All right, stand by!

Okay.

(trilling)

- Now!
- Go, go!

(screaming)

Stay back, stay back!

(trilling)

(beep)

It didn't detonate.

Bomb's disarmed.

Congratulations, Professors.

- You all right?
- You all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Two arms, two legs,
I'm-I'm good, yeah.

DON: Okay, just take a...
take a second.

(panting)

- How can I ever begin to...?
- You can't.

Uh, Professor Glaser?

I'm going home.

I'm out of favors.

Well, look, if you ever feel
like sitting in on a class,

I would be delighted
to invite you to guest-lecture.

I'll give it some thought.

MILLIE: Ooh!
- Hey!

You're good
at that, huh? Ooh...

To excess.

But not to excess, huh?
(laughs)

Sounds like Shakespeare.

Yeah. Oh, hail
the conquering hero!

How about some champagne?

- Uh, uh, champagne?
- Sure.

Wait. Does that mean that
one of you won the bet?

ALAN: We decided that
anti-consumerism is too all-consuming.

Mm-hmm.

So, our new credo
is, uh, moderation.

- All things...
- In moderation.

- That's sweet.
- His idea.

DON: Hey.

- Oh, Don.
- Hello.

What's going on, champagne?

All I ever get is beer.

Yeah, well, we can
change that right now.

There you are, my boy.

All right, well,
to Charlie, who, uh,

seriously pulled a rabbit
out of his hat today.

Wow, well...

Oh, sounds like you have
restored your faith in your brother.

Whoa. When did I ever lose it?

Uh, I think I've lost count.

Oh, come on, bro,
I'd put my life

in your hands
any day of the week.

Well, that's great,

because Millie and I are
now going to dinner.

- I will leave you with your brother.
- Bon appétit.

- He will be your designated chef.
- No, I'm going skating. See you.

- We're having Hungarian goulash.
- Going skating.

I'm preparing a nice goulash.

Where's everybody...?

Well, I guess it's
goulash for two.