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We have a device that can allow us to send one human being back in time.

by easing immigration restrictions that you've thrown our doors wide open to

gang activities.

Nonsense. A century ago, our predecessors could have barred Italian

because a tiny percentage were mafioso.

Well, personally, I'm glad they didn't. I courted my wife to Frank Sinatra, and

my kids love pizza.

Now, I'm proud.

But this Congress has had the guts to reaffirm America's promise of equal

opportunity for all people.

Beautiful, sir.

Heartfelt. Progressive, yet patriotic. I love that part about your kids liking

pizza. Of course you do, William. You wrote it.

What do we have this afternoon?

Governor Browning, sir. Everybody wants on the bandwagon now.

And this just came for you, Senator.

Thanks.

Oh, and, uh, sir, your wife called to remind you of her Starlight Children's

Foundation fundraiser.

Tonight. Seven.

I'll take three baby cakes.

Three for me, too. Sweet stuff.

Just one for me.

And the dealer takes two.

Okay, kids, hold them or fold them. Let's see what you got.

Two pair. Eights and sixes.

Pair of fours.

Total garbage.

Read them and weep for your loyal knaves.

Bye, Ken.

Just hate it when I lose.

Me too.

But it's like Frank said.

We've got to show them what we've got.

Oh, my.

Janie, Meredith, wait.

pathetic bastard.

What?

You like my new toy?

This is an impulse repressor.

So the next time you're on the web without my okay, this might be a cattle

Give me that damn thing.

Very nice.

Now as soon as you cover it, get your sorry butt into the security room. The

Ameribomber just turned Senator Morris into a pizza.

Ladies and gentlemen, please rise.

Raise your right hand.

Repeat after me.

I hereby declare on oath that I absolutely and entirely renounce

Help me God.

Congratulations, you're all citizens of the United States of America.

Emergency rescue workers continue to search through tons of rubble, but

investigators say there was... The Ameribomber struck again.

26 immigrants being sworn in as U .S. citizens were killed. So what's our

status? We're on standby while the NSA panel sorts this out.

The bomber released an Internet manifesto.

If his demands for immigration restrictions aren't met immediately,

won't be, because Morris and his pinko buddies just opened the floodgates for

any kind of cast -off loony that wants to come in here.

You mean somebody let your grandparents off the boat, Ramsey?

It's such a shame those people suffered such hardship in their own countries

only for this to happen.

If his demands aren't met, even bigger targets will be hit.

Somebody better stop this madman.

What you're seeing is actual FBI footage of the arrest being... You know, he

looks like that wrestler on WWF Smackdown.

The man accused of killing Senator Christopher Morris and 26 people in

makes his home in this remote area of the Colorado mountains and has

been involved in ultra -nationalist causes since leaving the Marine Corps in

1994. Nicholas Ramsey was apprehended by an FBI SWAT team earlier today at

approximately 3 .30 p .m. So far, little is known about the reclusive ex

-Marine. Hey, Ramsey, the Ameribom is a long -lost relative of yours.

Oh, very funny.

How's your uncle Hussein?

What is it, Nick?

That's my brother, Nick.

agents were preparing to enter Nicholas Ramsey's storehouse when apparently some

sort of booby trap exploded, leaving two agents severely wounded.

They were evacuated to a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado, where they

in critical condition.

Sir, you've got five minutes.

Nikki.

Well, hello, little brother.

Well, it's been a long time.

You know, you had a lot more hair last time I seen you.

What the hell have you done, Nicky?

I showed them.

I showed them, Nate.

Bastard politicians.

They think that we're powerless.

But by God, we are not.

Nicky, you killed innocent.

People.

What was I supposed to do?

You have a lawyer?

I don't need no lawyer.

I deserve whatever I get.

I'm getting you a lawyer.

Listen, I miss you.

I sent you something in the mail.

Open the door. Please don't leave.

Well, we ran the trip of play.

Metal detection, x -ray, chemical analysis.

It's guaranteed clean.

Okay. No scorpions or baby rattlers or anything like that, huh?

No, nothing but tree pulp turning on it. It's paper.

Okay.

Thanks, guys. Sorry about the bother.

Nathan Ramsey?

Yes? FBI.

Step out of the car, please.

Now, why would I want to do that?

We have a warrant for your arrest.

Step out of the car.

Now.

Mr. Parker, I just heard that two men stopped Ramsey at the front gate.

I think he's being arrested.

Mr.

Parker.

Yeah, okay, I'll take a look. Go get Talmadge.

Well, this is a load of horse crap.

So we have evidence that you gave your brother Nicholas a classified mail code,

which allowed the bomb that killed Senator Morris to bypass security.

Look, shut up, all right? I can read.

We also have information that you conspired with your brother in the

bombing. Oh, I don't have time for this.

What the hell?

All right, all right. All right, playtime's over. You're dealing with the

here, okay? And that happens to be the chief of security.

What the hell's going on here, Ramsey? These FBI jokers are trying to tie me in

with the bombings. Listen, you freaking morons. Nate Ramsey's so patriotic, he

makes Newt Gingrich look like Karl Marx.

What? We have phone tapes that Mr. Patriot got out of here saying that

Morris was a threat to America and should be marching in front of a firing

squad. Oh, he's always saying stuff like that.

Parker, you're not helping.

All right, let's go.

All right.

FBI must have lowered its standards.

What standards?

You must be as crazy as your brother.

Oh, that's funny. I'm crazy, huh? I'll show you crazy.

Assume the position.

You are... Tell your boys to stand down.

You might be right.

I might be completely a freaking nut job.

Put the gun down.

Sir, these bastards... Put it down.

I'm Bradley Talmadge, NSA. I run this place.

Mr. Talmadge, your boy Ramsey is under arrest.

On what charge?

Murder, espionage, conspiracy against the government of the United States of

America. Well, that's ridiculous.

Gentlemen, I know your boss, Hockey Shane, personally.

Well, that's great, sir.

Then you can call him yourself and confirm that the arrest order was issued

Director Shane personally.

We have to take him in.

I don't think so.

Director Shane and I will be having a little discussion before you take my

security officer anywhere.

You're making a big mistake.

I'm a big man.

Have a nice day.

You wanted to see me, sir.

Yeah, sit down, Nate.

The FBI found documents at your brother's house.

Apparently your brother accessed classified intel using your NSA computer

password.

Can you explain that?

A password?

Oh, God.

Oh, hell's bells, sir. He's my brother. I never thought in a million years he'd

steal my damn password.

Well, how could he possibly have done that?

I was careless, sir.

That's true.

I'll have no choice. I'll need your resignation.

I told Director Shane you'd be at FBI HQ at 10 o 'clock sharp in the morning.

Yes, sir.

I'm deeply sorry, Nate.

But you, of all people, know the rules.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, Ramsey, don't even start.

You never did get any effect around that place. Why don't you now be any

different?

Look, I just wanted to say... Especially you, Parker.

Just leave me alone.

Start forgetting that I ever knew you.

We feel terrible about this, Ramsey. We know you're not responsible for your

brother's actions.

Well, one thing a security chief ought to know is that you don't trust anybody,

Vukovic.

Not even your own brother.

go, Parker.

Something to remember me by.

Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I freely admit to planting the explosives.

Every gateway to this country must be closed before we are overrun.

Dirty son of a bitch. Look at what you've done. You've ruined our lives.

dare you?

How dare you?

If there had been one word of apology from the president or any member of

Congress, I would have...

Just isn't in it, baby.

The bombing of INS headquarters has caused the NSA to reconsider.

So we're a go?

Immediately. Frank.

Sorry, ladies. See you last week.

Don't go.

I've got such a great pair in my hand.

Reactor at 80%. He'll arrive two days before Senator Morris was killed in the

first INS office response.

Just make the conundrum calls, Frank, and I'll alert the FBI about the bombs

to the whereabouts of Nicholas Ramsey.

Easy as pie.

Okay, let's get this candle lit.

Unfortunately, I still have to ask for Nate's resignation.

His brother stole his passcode months ago, and once that's discovered,

be nothing I can do to protect him from the consequences.

Five, four, three, two, one. Reactor at 100%. Engage.

Other than his ideological stance, what did we learn about this America bomber?

Well, not much.

Unfortunately, he blew himself to bits in the last bombing.

Unfortunately?

I'd say the son of a bitch got what he deserved.

I mean from the standpoint that forensics couldn't ID him before we had

backstep.

I'll alert the FBI.

I wouldn't do that, Bradley. He seemed to have a pretty extensive intel

Maybe even a mole at the Bureau.

If he gets wind of this, he could change his plans.

So what do you suggest?

Well, I got a bunch of intel to unload.

The guy's M .O., crime scene profile, stuff like that. I think it'd be easier

I briefed Ramsey and let him write up the report for you.

Nate?

No skin off my nose.

All right, gentlemen, I don't need to tell you to move quickly on this.

Yes, sir.

Well, you want to do it in the security room?

Listen, Ramsey, what I told Talmadge and Olga wasn't completely true.

Oh, gee, what a surprise.

For once, don't be a jerk, okay? I'm telling you this because in the last

timeline, you got into trouble.

Big trouble.

Okay. For what?

For helping your brother Nicholas in the bombings I just described.

You know, you have come up with some cock and bull stories before, but that

takes the booby, and I mean booby prize.

Nate, we caught him red -handed in the last... All right, that's the last

I wondered when you'd finally go too far with one of your B .S. foreknowledge

fables, Parker.

But I don't care if they suspend me till the next millennium. That felt good.

Then how'd I get this, huh?

You think Tom is just going to buy your bogus report?

Why shouldn't he?

Everything I tell him has been the truth until now.

Parker, this is another one of your sick gags.

Believe me, driving out here through the house half -acre is exactly my idea of

fun.

Since when did your brother start pulling at Chrisley Adams anyway?

He wasn't always, but he was a hell of a good Marine.

Told seven men I've been ambushed in Beirut. Got the Purple Heart for them.

He also got a fistful of shrapnel in the head.

Hasn't been the same since.

Drive that thing like you drive the spear.

Look, when we get inside, just let me handle Nick. He's a little difficult.

Runs in the family.

Nicky?

Nicky, it's me.

It's Nate.

Hello?

A busy little bomb maker.

Well, like you can tell from a taste test.

Any idea where he went?

What, do I look clairvoyant?

Both Marines, huh?

Yeah.

Like I said, it's a good soldier one.

You know, judging by the last timeline, he probably went to mail Senator Morris'

permanent thanks flip.

We got rid of the snakes.

No!

Now, do you believe your brother's the Ameribomber?

Where was the National Security Agency? We need to inspect your packages, Pop.

Excuse me, are you deaf?

We're with the NSA.

NSA.

If you ain't with the U .S. Postal Service, you got no concern with

unless you have been.

Sir, I admire your sense of duty, but we have reason to believe that there might

be a bomb in there.

Chances are it's that thick brown one there. I bet you it's addressed to...

Whoever steals or obtains or by

fraud or deceit attempts to obtain any letter, postal card, All packaged.

Look, a naked woman.

Let's go.

Keep up the good work.

You keep under the cover What

oh

I sweep

Is that your brother's truck?

Yeah.

How'd you know?

I line of work, know everything.

I'm getting the belt.

Look, I'm bigger than you.

I can take it.

I thought I hurt you, boy.

Nathan, you go to sleep.

Nicky?

Nicky, wake up. It's me, Nathan.

Danny? Nicky?

Wake up.

Nicky?

It's me. It's okay.

What's going on?

Who the hell is this guy?

Frank Parker. I work with your brother.

If you ever had an ass whooping, stop. Nicky, calm down.

Calm down. I'm the family resemblance.

Shut your mouth. Calm down, Nicky. Sit down.

Parker, shut up.

Now, Nicky, when's the last time you had your medicine?

I hate that stuff.

It makes the world look all fuzzy like you're looking through Cotton Canyon.

I hate it.

All right, where are your pills?

The VA quit sending them.

Look, maybe you two want to be alone. I should... What did I tell you? Easy,

Nick. Make him shut up!

Why don't you go?

Obviously he doesn't like you.

I can't babysit you my whole damn life.

Now get dressed.

We're going to get you some help.

Get you back on your medication.

I don't understand.

We intercepted your letter bomb.

Well, how'd you know?

I'm your brother, okay, Nicky? I look out for you.

I'm here to get you some help.

Come on, put your shoes on.

No.

What's wrong?

It's a knot.

Well, untie it.

I can't.

My fingers get all tingly when I'm not taking my medicine.

Ow! Damn it, Nicky!

Nick!

Don't tell me. He bolted.

Cut him off.

Yeah. You're welcome.

You're one crazy son of a bitch. I'm crazy. What about that brother of yours?

You two ought to get together. You'd make a good match.

No, thanks. One brother's enough.

Oh, no.

What? He slapped the pyres.

Oh, God.

We are screwed.

No, we're not.

Oh, come on. That thing hasn't run since World War II.

Come on, Ramsey. It just needs a little love and attention. That's all.

Look, Olga, I can't tell you all the details, but there's a chance I'm going

need you to start an evacuation for me. Stay handy.

Mr. Parker, please, you know I don't like being kept in the dark.

All super classified, babe. Needed no basis only.

Vukovic, it's Ramsey. Give me Talmadge.

Don't be a bigger idiot than I really think you are. We can still grab your

and save your job. No, it's too late.

He's already at the INS building. He won't do anything without any tail. He'd

crazy, too. That's the point, Parker. He is crazy.

He gets fixated when he's not on his medication. He doesn't care about the

consequences. Now, I'm calling in help.

Vukovich?

Fuck you, dammit!

Why don't you throw up? Give me the phone!

What's going on? What's that?

No, no, everything's under control. You just sit tight and wait for me to tell

you one way or the other.

Call you back.

Have you completely lost your mind?

Listen, Ramsey, we can still stop him from ruining both your lives.

Too many lives at stake. Give me the damn phone.

If anyone else grabs your brother, everything you've ever worked for is

go to hell.

I don't care about that. It's probably what I deserve.

What are you talking about?

It's my fault.

My father was a damn maniac.

He'd get drunk and he'd start wailing on us kids.

Nicky'd take the beatings whenever he could while the old man wore himself

And after Beirut, he started having nightmares.

The doctors put him on medication and it helped.

Now he says the VA cut him off.

And I didn't even know about it.

I should have stayed on top of it.

All those years, Nicky looked out for me, and I didn't look out for him.

What do you even care anyway for, Parker? Think the next guy's going to be

worse? He's going to be worse. You're a total butthead.

We'll just drive, Pete.

Ladies and gentlemen, please rise.

Raise your right hand repeat after me

Get everyone the hell out of the building, Mandy.

No, you go and then get yourself clear. I've more experience with this, all

right? Now look, I'm not arguing with you. You're the world's only chrononaut.

He's my damn brother. Now go.

States when required by law.

I need everyone out of the building now!

What?

Come on, there's a bomb in the... What

the hell

are you doing?

Why can't you ever do what the hell you do?

How much time? Not enough.

You've got to go.

You stay, I stay.

You've got to be the light. I don't know.

Blue. No, no, it's not the blue.

Come on, Parker. Pick something. Pick something.

How'd you know it was red?

I hate communists.

Okay, let's get back to his cabin. He won't go back there.

On the last timeline, that's where the FBI busted him. No, if you want to go,

you go on. I'm staying here. Parker, you've known him for a week. I've known

his whole damn life. Now he's going to try here again and keep trying until he

gets it right.

Give me the switch or I'll kill him. I said let him go.

Why are you doing this, Nate?

In your heart, you know I'm doing what's right.

I'm looking out for America.

Just like I looked out for my squad.

Just like I looked out for you.

We ought to be partners, Natey. You and me.

Just like when we were kids.

Why'd you go and do a thing like that for?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Nate.

I'm in trouble.

Daddy's gonna kill me now.

No, he's not, Nicky. No, he's not.

Daddy's gone, Nicky. He can't hurt you anymore.

I love you, Nicky.

Grunkelmeier won't be setting up any more bombs unless he does it from hell.

Perhaps it's not surprising that someone so disturbed would kill himself.

But it's a great shame, nonetheless.

Good work, gentlemen.

Now, I'm sure you're tired.

Yes, sir, we're bushed. I'm bushed. Are you bushed? No, I'm not. Yes, sir.

I feel fine.

What the hell?

Herman Grunkelmeier?

Well, I had to think of something.

An identified corpse in the morgue with no family name and no history.

Generated a little paperwork and bang, he's the Ameribomber. Very devious,

Ramsey. I'm impressed.

Well, I learned it all from you.

About time you gave me credit for something. So how's your brother doing?

Doctor says the treatments are working, but who the hell knows? I'm sure he's

going to be fine.

Well, you would know.

Nicky? Oh, hey there, little brother.

I was just thinking.

About what?

About my old radio flyer.

Whatever happened to that?

You gave it to me.

And I rode it down Beloit Hill into an old willow tree and broke the front

And that was that.

Oh, yeah.

How you feeling, Nicky?

Well, better.

Better. So, good to be back with the program.

I want to thank you for whatever strings you pulled.

We got to look out for each other, right?

Right.

Well, who's your friend?

Frank Parker. I work with Nate.

Oh, Frank Parker. Yeah.

You know, Nate's told me a lot of nice things about you.

Oh, he has, has he?

Must be the medication.

You're the field agent, right?

Absolutely. That's me.

Well, that's good.

Old Nate needs somebody to look after him.

Did he ever tell you about the time he stole a whole...

Case of jawbreakers out of Casey's Market.

Okay, I think maybe we should just let Nick alone for a while. He probably

some rest.

No, I'm wide awake.

Good, good.

I'd love to hear all about Nate's life of crime.

Then there was the time he stole old man Murphy's Ford out of the garage.

Ran it down the hill.