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At 6 .43 this morning, the Savannah police chief called the bureau, asked

assistance, specifically requested us.

Put it down, John.

Four bombs went off yesterday.

Two waves of two each.

First, just after noon during shift change.

The second, exactly an hour later, all the rescue workers were here.

He could have done more damage if he put it in the lobby or by the door.

Have there been threats against the hospital, abortion protests?

Neither. This is very deliberate.

Timer is the crossfire pattern. This guy wants to spill some blood.

How many did he kill?

Four. Eleven injured.

Two not likely to make it.

Well, if he's gunning for the hospital, why would he use a second bomb to target

the rescue workers?

This is a computer sim of the blast dynamics on the Savannah bomb.

Okay, here's the first wave. Bomb went off in front of a roach coach.

No word yet on where it was hidden.

Second bomb was in a trash can. It was set off an instant later by the first,

and its blast slingshotted into the hospital.

Nancy's shooting very controlled.

Everything in a room.

Blast lines are very exact.

He's meticulous.

He? Yeah, bombers are overwhelmingly white males. Late 20s to early 40s.

average intelligence, usually loners. They act out of anger, either political

personal. Okay, let's...

Check customs and the State Department.

Find out if we have any recent arrivals in the place for bombs.

Okay, second wave.

George? Yeah.

Here, two more bombs, an hour later.

Okay, it's military.

The candidate has a lot of ambush pattern. The first blast hit from the

the second from the front.

With the rescue workers, he went for body count.

So he's obviously making a distinction between the two targets.

We need to know everything we can about the hospital and those rescue workers.

What else?

Okay, the Bureau and Savannah bomb experts say the bomb had a sophisticated

detonator called an electrical pulse, and they also agree that Nick Cooper

the book on pulse detonators.

Well, that's a break.

He's worked with us.

I'll ask ATF to reassign him to us for the duration.

Panther Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms Agent, Nick Cooper, to Violent Crimes

Task Force.

No!

Is he hurt?

Popping on?

He wouldn't be.

I'm just trying to figure out Jack's latest choice.

Recruiting a woman to kill with.

Yeah. It was Jack. Bill and me before Jill.

Jack and Jill.

Well, if I remember the nursery rhyme correctly, it didn't work out so well

them. Oh.

It took some... I don't know. I just, uh... I can't figure out why he would

a partner.

I have been fundamentally wrong in my profile of him, Bailey. We need to find

new approach to catch Jack, and we will.

By the way, are you okay with Coop being around again?

Yeah. Good.

He's in the lab.

Hey.

Hey.

Hi. Hey.

You've been busy. Yeah, I caught the first shuttle and dug right in.

You look great. Oh, thank you.

How do you... Thanks.

How's everything? Good. Everything's good.

So shall we? Yeah, all right. Okay.

This is the detonator. It's a signal pulse trigger, very twitchy kind of

that can get away from you. Are you wearing perfume?

Yeah. Oh, that's nice. I didn't remember you doing that. No, I did. I mean,

every once in a while. Oh.

So anyway, the detonator, what's the deal with it? Yeah, it's new technology,

five years maybe, favored by the pros, special forces, CIA, Russian mafia.

Swears by them.

Does Chloe still have her ant farm?

Yes.

And a fish.

And, of course, the dog. I miss her.

She misses you, too.

Anyway, the first bomb was the stuff that's in this tray. When it was

it was a beeper. Worn by a doctor, I believe.

A beeper? Yeah. Well, it would take an incredible amount of skill to make a

out of a beeper, though. And then he planted it on the victim.

It's pretty bold.

This guy's a show -off.

You know, it's fascinating. He didn't buy his explosives there.

Custom blend.

It's mostly potassium nitrate, but spiked with napalm and a few other odds

ends. It's unique.

Napalm. That has a distinctive color, doesn't it?

It's very dramatic.

Was the blast radius small enough for him to get close?

He shaped it that way.

Colors, precisely drawn lines.

I think our bomber thinks he's an artist.

I bet he got as close as he could so he could savor his work.

So the problem I'm having is that I'm missing something. Right.

There are certain pieces here, like this little thing, this guy.

Mm -hmm.

You know what this is?

No. Me neither.

It's pissing me off.

Okay, well, I'll see you later. Okay.

Serena Tokugawa for the defense, Your Honor.

Ginder Johnson for the people.

How does the defendant plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

We move that Miss Malone be tried as a juvenile, not as an adult.

Your Honor, Miss Malone picked up a gun and shot her father.

She's a repeat offender. The only reason she's not a guest of Maryland Youth

Authorities at the moment is that her father is an FBI agent.

Irrelevant and improper, you think? In my courtroom, I decide that, Miss

Takagawa.

Your client fled like an adult? I'm going to try her like one. Would the

like to be heard on the issue of Bond?

Yes, Your Honor, we recommend that it be set at $400 ,000. That's extreme and

unnecessary. Miss Malone is a 17 -year -old girl. She's a shooter who will be

in less than a month. Miss Malone is a troubled minor who had a tragic accident

with a gun.

She was a fugitive for weeks. That was no accident.

Bail is $250 ,000.

Next.

You said after I saw the judge I could go home.

Not right now, honey.

We'll take care of it, Francis. Don't give them any trouble.

I'll come back and see you later, Franny.

I have a quarter of a million dollars worth of collateral.

None of the survivors or witnesses remember anyone suspicious.

Only smudges or fingerprints on the bomb fragments.

Could be that he burnt his prints off with acid or some other kind of injury.

Well, he likes fire. That usually starts him playing with matches or whatnot.

Maybe he hurt his hand over and over again. I wish he burnt them off.

His bomb signature doesn't ring any bells. I checked with ATF, FBI, and the

National Database.

Never seen an impulse trigger used in a domestic terror bombing before.

What about victimology?

What does that take?

A lot of places. I cross -referenced criminal records with Savannah City

Hospital files. I got over 300 hits.

This guy is an expert. He uses fire and explosives like a pay for cheese.

And being so advised, I scanned the bios and pegged 11 guys with expertise in

explosives or chemistry.

And of those 11, only one took the ticket.

Mo Tatum.

He's insular, intelligent, good with his hands, twice divorced, no chicken.

Tatum is 44, unemployed, ex -Navy SEAL, Vietnam vet.

He's also one of those Republican Army idiots who took some collars for

trespassing and weapons violations.

Plus, he's had a beef against Savannah City Hospital for two years over an

emergency room bill. He got service notice they were going to sue him eight

before the bomb went off. I'm fine. Let's settle it.

Gee,

I wonder if we came to the right place.

Where is he?

Somebody tipping him off?

I thought he was looking for something.

Drawers are all turned over.

Went to the pocket, it was closed.

What?

I'll get out and APB.

I'm looking for a cigarette.

empty carton in the trash cigarette butts everywhere he's coming back let's

i don't think so these have to expose the blasting caps

with all this moisture they could go within this whole place huh we should

out let's clear the house now

Don't fight me, pal.

I'm not in the mood.

Major Moe Tatum, People's Republican Army.

Okay, Moe. Don't you want people to know your reasons? At least then they might

follow your path.

Major Moe Tatum, People's Republican Army.

Nothing but name and rank. He sees himself as a POW.

I've heard enough.

to use us for good before it's too late.

It's not him.

This is not the guy that we're looking for. From his house to this

interrogation, I saw no signs of originality or imagination. This guy

He does not create.

Bailey.

Let me guess.

Tatum's bomb signature doesn't match. Not even close. Didn't use any

incendiaries. Not a scale of one to ten. His bomb craft was about a three.

Usual guy was physically off the scale, so... This bomber is not just an artist.

He is a show -off. He never just kills. It's as if he's proving something,

something about his skill.

Superiority complex.

Or superiority.

Different sides of the same coin.

They both turn on recognition, though, and we just made a very public arrest

gave the credit for his work to somebody else.

He's not going to like that.

We're getting a report of another bombing. This one's in Washington, D .C.

Bingo.

There were two bombs.

First one was hidden in the TV set of a Dwight G. Claremont.

Took out his living room. Who was he? A pharmaceutical salesman.

If he has a connection to Savannah City Hospital.

Yeah, coming right up. Okay, second wave.

Hey, baby!

Hey, I'm less than 100 yards from the most elite law enforcement unit in the

country. And three feet away from a loaded .45 automatic.

So what's that mean?

Look here, George. You will do that voodoo you do so well and learn of the

in this account.

Or what?

You'll kill me?

Oh, absolutely not.

Then you can go to prison.

But I will put a hurting on you.

One that you'll feel morning, noon, and night for the rest of your life.

Nice talking to you.

What's wrong?

I'm trying to scare a bell for Francis.

Bank owns most of my house. I've got zip for credit thanks to my divorce.

Back to Savannah.

A bomb went off on Route 50. Nobody touched anything as you asked.

Place is secure. Chopper's on standby.

This car was driving along in traffic.

Boom, just blew up.

Didn't just blow up. Looks like it went up in a blaze of glory.

Made a show of it, just like Claremont in the hospital.

Driver? Dead. Car was registered to Eileen Ryan, 41, Savannah resident, real

estate agent.

In the other bombings, the second wave went off exactly one hour after the

first. This time it's been an hour and a half, so maybe there is no second bomb.

Maybe it's a dud.

No, this guy didn't make duds.

There's another barn.

There's just a reason it hasn't gone off yet. Quick, let's just start looking.

It'd be that truck tucked in down there. Doesn't seem to have a driver attached

to it. Is it too obvious? It's supposed to be obvious. That's why it hasn't gone

off yet.

Let's find it.

Okay, I'm inside. I've got two LED timers. Only one of them's working.

I'm just...

Micro switch on the power supply to the setting. Oh, boo.

Let's see if I can buy myself some time here.

Liquid nitrogen. Last guy tried that, too. What the hell is that?

Who is that? Who's there with you, Coop?

It's a recording.

I flinched at parts I couldn't identify before.

There's a digital recorder built in on key to what I touch.

This guy's trying too hard.

He wants to be with you while you admire his work.

We've had a big power surge here.

I think I just woke this baby up.

Coop, get out of there now.

I can't, Sam. A motion sensor just kicked in on a mercury switch.

I'll move back. I'm toast.

It is only in the context of these skill, skill, skills between giants that

excellence blooms.

All right, I think it's got to be the dead man.

Okay, let's see what you got.

The problem is, Derek, two connector webs.

I picked the wrong one and I'm gone.

you think about it, because if you're not willing to flip the coin with your

life, you bring all kinds of variables into play, yes?

Water's clearly operating with more juice.

Am I meant to think that's the one?

And it's really the other one?

It's neither.

He's a competitor. There is a singular way to win. It's not.

It's neither.

Hey, man, Sam, I got a third wire.

It's very fine, but I can't see where it leads.

What do your instincts say?

My instincts?

They follow Sam's.

Piece of cake.

This came for me in an unmarked package from Savannah.

The good news is it's not a bomb.

Congratulations, Agent Cooper.

Welcome to the party, Coop. Your performance yesterday was inspiring in

technique. The mind under pressure.

Pressure, pressure.

May the best, best, best man win.

You know this guy.

I don't recognize the voice.

Well, he knows you. He called you Coop.

And I think that he knew you would get called in if he used an electrical pulse

trigger.

That's why there have been two waves of bombs.

One to get your attention and one for you to disarm.

So you figure an old case or a jailhouse revenge type thing. But nobody comes to

mind. What's with the repeating and the weird noises he makes?

He may not even know he does it. It's one of the medical diagnostics for

psychosis. Certain words are loaded and they can get stuck on them. The noise

may have been to relieve the pressure on its head from getting stuck.

Let's follow this lead in any connection to an old case.

Talk to mental hospitals.

I want this wacko before he decides to eat loops of ketchup again.

The average adult has 206 bones in their body.

What types?

Long, short, flat, and irregular.

And why do we study bone structure?

To avoid it.

Not to use our friend if we want to party with it.

On to the thorax.

Manubrium, gladiolus, clavicle, vapor process.

Very good.

$25 ,000 in cash, $250 ,000 in collateral. What are you doing, Sam?

Tom had a pension fund with the university.

It's money I never think about. I can't accept this, Sam. I can't let you do it.

It's done, right? I already did it. You needed it. I had it. It's okay.

Yeah.

I don't know how to thank you.

You don't have to.

What's happening with the case?

It looks like Serena found out a way to go over the assistant DA's head and work

out a plea bargain to get Francis probation.

Well, that's great.

Well, there's a catch.

She needs a sworn affidavit about what happened that morning.

The morning I was shot.

I never told anyone.

I was getting ready for work.

I noticed my gun safe was open.

I knew Francis had the gun.

So I went to her room and confronted her, and then there was yelling and she

crying, and before I knew it... I honestly don't believe she meant to

Sam. I think it just...

But if they find out that she broke into your gun thing that you argued I can't

even probation because the shootings from the premeditated Tell the whole

Francis goes to prison Lie, and I validate the kind of shaky morality

I Don't know what to do you When the time comes

you'll know what to do

All we know is beef is personal.

There's got to be some connection between Coop, Dwight Claremont, Eileen

and Savannah City Hospital.

I never even heard of the place, Bailey, until this case.

Neither Claremont nor Ryan had any contact with the hospital. Maybe there's

kind of six degrees of separation thing going on.

Separation, not a word a bomb guy likes to hear.

Well, if we don't find him, I'm sure that he'll find us.

On the tape, he said he thought Coop was inspiring.

Unfortunately, I'm sure that he will want the revenge.

The

resignation

is not accepted.

Okay, then I quit. Oh, wait a second, George.

You come in out of the blue.

You want to quit, you won't say why. What the hell is going on?

Come on, tell me.

You don't know everything about me.

About, um, my life as a hacker.

I wanted to come clean when I made my amnesty deal, but I just didn't.

You held out on the grand jury.

I was afraid.

the time, Bailey, and I was ashamed of this one thing that I had done and

want to go to prison.

Now I've been approached by people who know the whole story and they're

blackmailing me and I just, I feel I'd rather quit than betray your trust

Well, we all make choices we have to live with, George.

Sometimes they carry a heavy price.

But if I have anything to say about it, you won't pay yours in prison.

Don't do this for me.

This isn't just for you, George.

We need you.

Besides, everyone deserves a second chance.

Grace said you were looking for me? Yeah.

Listen, is it possible to build a bomb that nobody can deactivate?

Well, now, there's the question.

A perfect bomb would only be as good as the next smart aleck who figured out how

to pull the plug.

Then that's the point.

That's why competing with you is so much more important than blowing anything

up.

It's like an overgrown version of Russian roulette.

Such a persistent guy.

Yeah, he is, isn't he?

They got a girlfriend now, and they kill in stereo.

He could be the bomber, for all I know. I mean, he's focusing on either way that

you active.

Yeah.

Actually, when I said persistent, I wasn't talking about Jack.

I was talking about me.

I adore you.

I really do.

It's just that I still feel the spark between us. It's still there.

It's always been there.

But so has Jack.

Look, I don't know how to... It's okay. You don't have to explain. No, I do. I

do.

When he killed my husband, it was like he... He destroyed me, my life.

It's like a light.

It changed.

It took everything that I had.

I want to be in love with you.

I really do.

Part of me always will be, but I just can't go through that again.

I'm not going anywhere.

So wherever you are, I'll be there.

Coop. Coop, I know you're not one of them, but they see you. They do. What

you trying to tell me?

I'm the best.

Best.

Best.

I am.

And I spoil the rest of them.

And I'm going to spoil you.

Coop, I'm going to spoil you to death.

And then he said he was going to spoil me to death.

That's an odd thing to say. No kidding. Must be fundamental to a psychosis.

What does he mean, spoil like a child?

So he thinks by blowing them to bits, he's spoiling them. Depends on how you

live it. He's crazy. He doesn't know what he's talking about.

Let's get back to victimology.

Can we connect any dots between the victims?

Yeah, that guy Claremont was blown up in D .C. According to his relatives, he

dated Eileen Ryan about ten years ago. We find the connection between them and

Coop. We find the bomb. Look, I already told you I have racked my brain.

I don't know either one of them. And so far it doesn't look like you know

anybody who knows them either.

Excuse me, I've got to go.

Billy. Billy.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, it's okay.

I think we're pretty close here. I'd rather you concentrated on the leaks.

Okay. Good luck. Thanks.

Do counsel have any motions to make before we begin impaneling the jury for

trial? Your Honor, the People and Defense Council have reached a plea

that will obviate the need for a trial.

We recommend two years probation, halfway house status in the lockdown

Dickens Academic Residence, and 300 hours of community service.

My client has agreed to plead guilty on a charge of gross negligence. The terms

of the sentence are agreeable to us, Your Honor.

Well, I'm not so sure it's agreeable to me.

Let's have counsel and Agent Malone at the sidebar.

I don't give attempted murder probation.

I need to make certain this was an accident.

Now, Agent Malone, you have stated that your daughter simply found the gun lying

around. It wasn't in a gun safe or a lockbox?

Well, it should have been, Your Honor, but I left it out.

Francis picked it up, and when I surprised her, it went off.

Accidentally. This was not premeditated.

She was careless, but never meant for it to happen.

She was careless?

You supervise an elite federal task force, and this is the way you safeguard

your weapons?

Any falsehood in this statement is pejorative and unpunishable by a year in

jail. At the very least, you'd lose your badge.

You still stand by this?

I signed it.

I'm giving you a chance to recant.

There's nothing to regret, Your Honor. I'm at fault.

This was an accident due to my negligence.

Stand up, young lady.

Do you feel lucky?

No, Your Honor.

I don't know why not.

You're the luckiest person to see me all year.

You shoot your father, and he says it's his fault.

You know, I'm under no obligation at all to accept this plea bargain.

I think in this case, the jury would convict, and I know I would sentence you

25 years.

Do you think I should accept this plea bargain?

Yes, Your Honor.

I'll bet you do.

So ordered.

I've gone along with this strictly because I know that your father is very

deeply concerned about you.

Maybe too deeply.

But you step one foot outside these guidelines and you will be right back

And I have the terrible feeling I'll be seeing you again.

Adjourned.

Hey, how'd it go?

We worked it out.

I hope I did the right thing.

Well, you'll make it right. Listen, I need you to come with me. I want to show

you some stuff.

In the fireworks industry, you refer to someone who's been hurt with fireworks

as having been spoiled.

Fireworks.

Essentially, they're bombs, incendiary bombs. Right, and fireworks

create, so they're artists.

It's a really small industry. It's mostly families, but there is one

that Coop had direct dealings with.

Al Corello, president and owner of Corello Fireworks, a company based in

Savannah, founded in Florence, Italy by Leonardo Corello in 1774.

Ring a bell? Oh, yeah. He looks familiar.

If a bit older.

Sixteen years ago, there was an emergency at the Corello warehouse in

Alabama. I was right out of the academy. They were testing electrical

detonators. Back then?

Yeah. They weren't impulse triggers, but fairly sophisticated. And it was a

situation where an employee had let one of them get out of control.

If the warehouse had gone up with all those fireworks inside, it could have

taken out a square mile or whatever.

It didn't blow up because Coop defused the detonator. Let me guess the name of

the employee you screwed up.

Al Carrillo.

Coop humiliated him and at the same time set himself up as a standard to beat.

It's a shame Carrillo lost all his marbles and his taste.

Well, we have a clue about where his marbles went.

A few years ago, Carrillo ran a red light and got into a traffic accident.

The driver of the car he hit was Dwight Claremont.

Guy from D .C.

Claremont's sole passenger was his ex -girlfriend, Eileen Ryan.

The woman killed in the Savannah car box. They walked away from the accident.

Corella was hospitalized.

That's Savannah City Hospital.

Since Claremont and Ryan weren't hospitalized, we couldn't find the link.

Hospital records show that Corella was in a lot of pain. He started breaking up

the place. The accident wasn't his fault. This, that, and the other. He was

diagnosed as paranoid and delusional.

We have a man who grew up around fireworks. He was pushed to excel.

His psychosis warped his competitiveness into paranoia. The hospital, Claremont

and Ryan, became his enemy list, but his signature was his need to out -incrust.

Paranoid psychosis can be treated with drugs, but the body builds up a

resistance, so the dosages have to be reviewed periodically.

I guess he missed his.

Okay. Good work. It all fits.

Get an address. We hit the ready line in ten minutes.

Follow your positions. Keep your attack channels open.

Wait for my command.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, that was a big couple of rockets.

Well,

I'll give them a contest.

Nobody else move.

Everybody all right?

So far.

What do you got?

Looks like part of the control system.

Floor -mounted motion sensors.

They're triggering the rockets.

Did you disarm it?

No, it's just a relay.

You must, must, must be on your belly right about now, Coop.

Question is, how low can you go?

How low can you go?

It's in the basin.

There's got to be a basin. The detonator's in the basin, Coop.

Yeah.

I could go for it, but I've got a bunch more fireworks, probably.

The problem is, this guy, he's probably got a timer on it, too.

Maybe there's a better way to approach that.

I could try to kill the sentry.

They're going to be rigged as well. Unless you can come up with another

you've got to go for it.

Yeah, okay.

Hope you keep your heads down.

My God.

What the hell's going on, Coop?

We have a beautiful but very nasty -looking napalm bomb down here.

It's got its own control system, which is probably running the rocket launchers

upstairs, and another bomb.

Two heads on it.

Looks like they have to be deactivated in the correct order or else.

And a timer running the whole shebang.

Looks like we've got about two minutes.

Okay.

I'm on it.

I'm not good.

Who knows what he's doing?

You watching me right now, Al?

That's right.

We're live.

And to stay that way, you're going to have to push yourself to be the best.

have to beat the best.

One minute warning, Coop.

Cool under pressure.

Pressure, pressure.

Don't want to settle for second best. My dad always used to say, the surest

hands and the coolest head will win the day.

And what did he say about being crazy as a wound?

You know I'm not crazy.

Coop, I know about them.

They're ordinary, they're small, and they keep getting smaller.

They just don't like to be reminded that giants walk the earth like us.

Hey, give me a little hand, will you, Al?

Is this a real live grenade?

Oh, yes.

And if you touch it, it'll blow up, and then everybody blows up, and if you

leave it alone, then the same thing happens.

Beautiful, don't you think?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Except I see a wire here that isn't attached to a damn thing, which tells me

this little grenade is a damn decoy.

Stumped? Life passing before your eyes?

But we do have a live relay, so there's got to be another dead in here. Just

what?

20 -second warning, Coop.

Are you kidding me now?

That's what I'm thinking.

For an iteration of electronic triggers, what was it, 15 years ago?

God, no college kid couldn't figure out how to shut down.

It's late.

It's too late, Coop.

Shhh. Sentimental touchy. I'm not sure what to think about her.

Great job, Coop.

Great job, my friend.

We'll meet you upstairs.

I'm gonna go see if I can help the police officer.

Coop? On our way.

Watch out for Cruella.

I don't think the game is over.

Hi.

You have a gun, don't you?

Yeah. Because we're not done yet.

We're going to have one last match.

A showdown, just you and me.

You have an untriggered advantage here.

I know.

My dad.

You should say it if you can.

Win, win, win, win, win. Fair and square.

Thank you.

Drop. I'd rather not.

Go pick a gun.

Drop the gun.

Stay out of it.

Now.

Now.

Drop it now.

Be gone.

We've all got to be checked out for hazardous residue.

You know the drill.

Take care of that.

Let me just pop this off.

So, that's the bomber who's been all over the news, huh?

I guess you got to get up pretty early in the morning to fool you.

Maybe it was just...

My lucky day.

I bet you've prayed for the chance to get your hands on me.

Haven't you, Coop?

Jack.

Put your hands where I can see them.

Right now.

Think who?

He didn't check out in the other ambulance.

I see you two are heading it off back there.

Isn't she the greatest?

Say hello to Sam for me.

Amen.

Federal agent down. I want an ambulance now.

Oh, God. You're okay.

It's okay.

No.

It's okay. It's okay.

Does everybody have a funeral?

No, not everybody.

But it's a good way to say goodbye to the people that we care about.

I wish we didn't have to say goodbye to Coop so soon.