Original subtitles

Hey, forget the coffee.

Check my screen.

Santa Barbara Approach.

This is Ventura Tower.

We have a 747 coming in low and slow.

Did you send a heavy our way?

We've completed the four-corner search mark.

And every part of the plane has been accounted for except the aft cargo door.

Lieutenant Sloan, LAPD homicide.

You recognize this body?

I'm Ron Wagner, FBI.

This is my investigation.

Looks like he fell from quite a height.

You know who that is?

Victor Pavel.

He's seriously connected to the Russian mob.

You know, he had a half a pair of handcuffs on him when we found him.

Pavel was in custody.

Four days ago, Interpol cornered him in a club in St. Petersburg.

My partner, Mike Keegan, went over to escort him back to the United States.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We didn't know your partner was on that plane.

So, joint jurisdiction on this?

For the moment.

The body you found in that field.

I want to see it.

Don't you ever do anything politely?

Not when I'm in a hurry.

So, there definitely was a fire on board.

Oh, yeah.

Definitely.

I mean, look at this.

Isn't it true there was some kind of gun battle on Flight 224?

You know, as I said at the outset, this investigation has really just begun.

And until it's completed, I'm not gonna have any...

We've learned there was a federal agent escorting a prisoner on the plane.

Wasn't this agent shot and killed in the course of the flight?

And didn't his prisoner fire the fatal shot as part of some terrorist suicide mission?

Well, we just finished the final body count of the plane.

And get this, two passengers are definitely missing.

Oh, this is gonna be a long day.

Which is why we ought to get some sleep.

I don't think so.

I checked the cargo manifest against what was found.

And there's a shipment from, uh, Bavaria Express.

And it's still missing.

What the hell is going on?

The crash victims.

They're all radioactive.

This is reading low levels of radiation just like everything else.

We've checked everything.

Pieces of the wreckage, seats, the covered cargo.

Everything's radioactive just like all the passengers.

Radioactive?

So you're telling me that Flight 224 was brought down by a nuclear bomb?

No, I don't think so.

The eyewitnesses saw the plane explode on impact.

Now, if a nuclear device brought it down, there

would be radioactive fallout all over the place.

We've deployed hazard teams over 50 square miles just in case.

But no one has picked up any radioactivity yet.

Wow.

All I know is that I've got a crashed 747 and 300 radioactive corpses in the morgue.

And I need to know why before another jet goes down and more people die.

Maybe...

Maybe it is some kind of terrorist attack.

Yeah, but why would terrorists radiate a plane of 300 people and then crash it?

It just doesn't make any sense.

Terrorists don't make sense.

They make statements.

But then they release it to the press, and nobody's taking credit for this yet.

I don't know how, I don't know why, but somebody

crashed this plane and they could do it again.

This was no accident.

You know what it may have been?

There's nothing radioactive on the 747.

But there could have been on this flight.

We know that an FBI agent was bringing a prisoner back.

The Russian Mafia Chief Viktor Pavel.

Two men took over the plane.

They freed Pavel and they parachuted out.

Only we know they weren't really trying to rescue Pavel.

That was a cover.

They were stealing cargo from the Bavarian Express shipment.

Which is still missing.

And I think that is the source of the radiation.

We know there was a fire in the cargo hold.

Now what if the radioactive shipment ignited accidentally?

Maybe from that gunfight with the agent.

Well, then the smoke could have dispersed radioactive particles throughout the plane.

And then the passengers breathed the smoke and became irradiated.

Just a minute to blink.

I mean, that shipment, that shipment weighed ten kilos.

Well, a half a kilo could have irradiated a plane that size.

And exposed everybody on board.

Why were they trying to smuggle radioactive material into the U.S.

in the first place?

Wouldn't it have been just as easy to steal it here?

No.

Security in American nuclear installations is pretty tight.

But in the former Soviet Union the stuff is, well, very accessible.

It wouldn't be that hard for the Russian Mafia

to get a hold of some and smuggle it out.

Why would the Russian Mafia kill one of their own

people as a cover to steal their own shipment?

No, they wouldn't.

Whoever was smuggling the stuff had no reason to

steal the shipment off the plane in mid-flight.

Which means we're dealing with two different groups here.

The original smugglers and the hijackers, who used that

escape attempt by Pavel to cover up stealing the shipment.

Then who killed him and 300 innocent people?

And we haven't answered the big question.

Who has that 10 kilos of radioactive material?

And what do they intend to do with it?

Ah!

You know, we've just confirmed that the radio...

Radioactive material is being smuggled on 224.

Interpol just turned up a fence in Prague.

We got very fat off of selling some used fuel rods.

Thanks for the good work.

The FBI's taking over now.

So that's it, huh?

Good work, people.

Now you can just go away.

Amanda, this is now a criminal investigation.

The bureau steps in and the NTSB... Takes the height.

I do not have a choice here.

This is a matter of national security.

I have to follow procedure.

Is that to say that we can't?

That's not the issue.

We're talking about people who committed mass murder...

Just to smuggle in black market radioactive material.

We're not just talking a plane crash anymore.

We're talking Russian Mafia.

That's not necessarily so.

Mark has found compelling evidence...

That your partner and Victor Pavel...

May have been murdered by someone other than the Mafia.

Mysterious missing passengers, right?

Why are you so fixated on one solution... When there may be others?

Amanda, I've been doing this job for a while.

I'm pretty good at it.

I know that, Ron.

But there are other possibilities.

Simple answer is usually the right one.

You know, I think you're letting your need to be right...

Get in the way of finding the truth.

And I think you're letting your emotions get in the way, period.

My emotions?

What about your emotions?

That plane crashed and killed 300 people, including your partner.

And you and I had just... Forget it.

Yes.

You and I.

Remember what I said about emotions and the jobs we do?

That was about the family's grief.

That wasn't about us.

Maybe not then.

I don't have a choice here.

About any of this.

Please try to understand.

I can't.

Dr. Sloan.

Yes.

Oh, excuse me.

You've been so kind.

May I impose on you once more?

Of course you can.

What can I do?

Well, I've spent all morning looking for that Pack Atlantic representative.

Ted Sherman.

Yes.

He was supposed to give me a release from my husband's remains.

Only Mr. Sherman's not in his office or at the crash site.

Nobody knows where he is.

He could be in the immune office.

He could be in the immune office.

No, I just came from there.

And now Dr. Travis says that...

that all the bodies and... and... and personal effects...

Are being held for an indeterminate length of time, I know.

I'm sorry.

Please.

Can you tell me what's going on?

I wish I could.

Look, I promise you.

Just as soon as it's possible, I'll explain everything.

You know, in the meantime, try to get this out of your mind.

I know that's... that's very hard, but try to get away from it.

Take a rest.

You sound like my husband, Louis.

He was always telling me to get away from things.

Slow down.

Take it easy.

Good advice.

You know, I have a little spot on the beach out by my house.

I call it my getting-it-together place.

And just being there restores my perspective, my sense of purpose.

Mm-hmm.

I have a place like that, too.

A park near the sea.

I can sit on a bench, watch the boats and the channel, and find myself.

My prescription?

Exactly.

Thank you, Dr. Slow.

Tough, huh?

Tough wasn't even a word for it.

Anything I can do to help?

You know, Jess, it occurred to me that before those hijackers bailed out,

they must have breathed some of the same smoke the passengers did.

And by now, they must be pretty sick.

Oh, deathly.

Vomiting, diarrhea, bleeding from the gums and lips and all the soft tissues.

Classic radiation mucositis.

Yeah.

And a physician might easily mistake that for a virulent yeast infection like thrush.

You want me to fax to the local hospital, see if, uh, any

patients have come in with severe thrush-like indices?

Yeah, and probably patients who refuse long-term care.

Yeah, okay, you got it.

Jess, have you seen, uh, Ted Sherman?

No, no, not since yesterday.

Yesterday.

You were right about Ted Sherman, Dad.

The man's missing.

What's more, his apartment's been torn apart.

We need to find Mr. Sherman right away.

You think his disappearance is connected to the hijacking?

Well, he wouldn't be the first airline employee that became a smuggler.

Well, whether he did or didn't, we're no longer involved, remember?

Wagner booted us off the case.

He doesn't want anyone coming between him and the Russian Mafia.

Well, I don't think this has anything to do with the Mafia.

The business with Ted Sherman just wasn't simple burglar, isn't it?

Which means I'm free to investigate.

With our help.

Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way, even if I had a choice.

You look happy this afternoon.

And why shouldn't I be?

It's a lovely day.

The sky is clear, the sun is out, and I just got an answer to our facts.

Check it out.

Whoa.

It's finished.

All right.

Would you read that?

A clinic in Fillmore treated two patients this morning for a severe case of thrush.

And they refused long-term care.

Let's go.

We can pick up a man down the way.

Call me.

Two men, middle 30s, foreign accents, and very, very sick.

Look at those profiles.

Wow.

Bleeding mucosi, severe diarrhea, intense vomiting.

They needed immediate hospitalization.

Which I recommended in the strongest possible terms, but they refused.

They paid cash, and they left.

Any idea where we might find them?

I'm afraid not.

They didn't leave an address or a phone number, just their names.

Bill Smith and Bob Jones.

Well, this may be tough.

These guys are obviously very imaginative.

Listen, Doctor, we really need to find a line on these men.

Did they say anything that might help us find them?

No.

But what about their car?

A red sedan.

With an Ojai rents decal in the rear window.

Now, if you'll excuse me, we have chicken pox running riot in the kindergarten.

So what do we do now?

Well, let's say we cruise the local motels.

All three of them and look for a red sedan.

With Ojai rent decals.

They're as sick as Dr. Fleming says they are.

They haven't gotten very far.

Call high rents.

I'll call in for backup.

You better call fast.

I think somebody just saw us.

Get down!

It's not in there.

I thought we had this thing wrapped up.

Could they have hidden it somewhere?

I got a bad feeling they handed it off to whoever they were working for.

Well, he's not gonna be working for anybody anymore.

They're not gonna regain consciousness.

It's a horrible way to die.

They earned it.

Have you run the prints yet?

Yeah.

It's a Milan Pozier and a Karl Maserick.

Interpol's got a long rap sheet on both of them.

Get this.

Last known place of employment was Prague.

They were ramp agents for Pac Atlantic.

Uh-oh.

You think he's gonna arrest us or just shoot us on sight?

I ought to have the federal marshals told the three of

you in jail for interfering in an FBI investigation.

What investigation, Angela Wagner?

According to you, those two men never even existed.

Over there.

You think she's gonna shoot him?

We're lucky.

You people need to back off.

Why?

Because we punctured your mafia theory?

Because you're getting in my way.

You're not mad at us.

You're mad at Mike Keegan.

You have survivor's guilt, Ron.

You're just as much a victim as those poor

people who laid flowers at that crash site.

And until you learn to deal with that anger,

you can remain mad at me and everybody else.

I should have been there.

What?

What are you... It's not survivor's guilt.

Mike and I were assigned to bring Victor Pavel in.

Only I wanted a lousy couple days off, so Mike covered for me.

Like he always did.

If I'd have been there, we could have handled this situation.

You don't know that.

The hell I don't.

If you had been on that plane, you would have died.

And we never would have met.

I need to make a phone call.

As a doctor, a community general, it's got a lot more sense than I do.

Especially about this case.

I'd like him to work on it.

With me.

If you will.

Bavaria Express is a legitimate operation.

I hear a button there somewhere.

But...

Bavaria's dispatchers said they didn't have any cargo on flight 224.

But it's on the manifest.

Which was bogus.

Along with the assignee who should have met

the shipment at customs, but he never showed.

Tracking him down will be next to impossible.

Well, maybe not.

Mark thinks whoever smuggled the fuel rods might have booked a flight on the plane.

To babysit the shipment?

A smart move, which didn't work.

Thanks to the hijackers.

Dr. Sloan, thanks for coming.

I apologize.

Oh, accident.

Look, what we've got to focus on now is finding Ted Sherman and those fuel rods.

Ted Sherman, the, uh, Pac-Atlantic rep?

He's disappeared and his apartment was ransacked.

Which may be unrelated to the crash of flight 224.

Maybe not, but what if it is?

What if it's a crime of opportunity?

You know, Ted Sherman was certainly in the right place to pull it off.

Or know people who could do it for him.

I'm gonna try to stay open here.

Lead me through, okay?

The first thing that Sherman did when he found out they were smuggling the fuel

rods was to contact a couple of crooked rampages back in Frog.

Melon and Carl, two very shady characters he was familiar with.

According to the passenger list, they were seated right here.

Just sitting and waiting for the plane to hit

its final approach before they made their move.

Which ones?

To retrieve their weapons, get the bolt cutters

and line them wherever they were hidden.

Getting guns on that plane probably wasn't

that tough for a couple of airline employees.

I imagine getting the guns on was pretty simple,

but then the next move was a little more involved.

Our hijackers were very careful to pick seats

that were next to Pavel and your partner.

Go on.

So while one went over and disarmed Keegan and took the cuffs off Pavel, the other

one went into the flight deck and took charge of the plane.

And it was his voice on the cockpit recorder and not Pavel's.

He almost feels sorry for the little slime ball.

He must have thought his mafia pals had come through for him.

Imagine the shock when they went down to the cargo

hold and Pavel realized what they were really after.

Then found out what was in store for him.

It would have been just like Mike, pulling his backup gun and following him down here.

Shots were exchanged.

A fire started.

Unfortunately, your friend was killed.

They threw Pavel out with the parachute they had stored in here.

They strapped on their own chutes and jumped out.

Along with whatever was left to the phony Bavaria Express shipment.

But the irony is that they already were as good as

dead since they were exposed to radioactive smoke.

That didn't mean start a fire.

It didn't even mean for the plane to crash.

It was all supposed to look like a daring escape attempt by a federal prisoner.

300 people got killed because someone decided to

smuggle 10 kilos of radioactive material into L.A.

And somebody else decided to steal it.

Ted Sherman.

He didn't steal that stuff for his rock collection.

He intended to sell it to someone, and I have a pretty good idea who that someone is.

Where are you going?

Wooster and La Brea, Rathbone Imports.

Tell Steve to meet me there if he's interested.

Look, I've got an attorney who would say that this is harassment.

Nobody's harassing you, Rathbone.

We're just asking for information from a man who's,

let's say, uh, well-versed in international commerce.

That would constitute harassment.

Let me suggest something here.

No!

You let me.

Why don't you two get the hell out of my office?

Suppose someone wanted to unload some stolen radioactive material, say,

through a middleman, who had contacts with arms dealers all over the world.

Now, you've heard of that kind of thing in your line of work?

Yeah, you hear rumors, so?

Well, wouldn't it be your duty as a citizen, then,

to, uh, tell the authorities about these rumors?

Rumors?

I'm trying to run a business here.

If you're looking to buy somebody brought down an airliner just to get their hands

on a shipment of black market fuel rods, and since you're the only fence that can

move that stuff, you're gonna help us find them.

Why?

This conversation is over.

We're done what I say we're done!

Wait!

Get up!

It's enough!

I said that's enough.

Terrific.

What are the damages?

Well, a few stitches here and there, a sprained wrist, a lot of bruises,

but nothing that won't heal.

They're yours?

You stole this from my desk!

I made a probable cause search of your desk, and your storage room.

Fascinating stuff you've got in there.

You want me to tell you what I found, or would

you rather I tell you how it's gonna go from here?

I'm listening.

Whoever stole those fuel rods is gonna contact

you sooner or later looking for a buyer.

When they do, you're gonna play along.

We'll triangulate the signal and get a fix on them.

Now, how's that sound?

Well, I've finished whatever I do.

We all make sacrifices.

All right.

I want immunity from the stuff you've found in my storeroom.

If you cooperate.

Completely.

You know, I want to thank you.

You did a beautiful job of showing me how you keep

your emotions from interfering with your work.

You have a wonderful way with patients.

Oh, and you have a wonderful way with your suspects.

Come on, Amanda.

It's my job.

Sometimes I have to lean on people.

Do you really think I could've gotten Rathbone's cooperation by saying please?

And what did you get by pushing the man through

plate glass doors except for nine stitches?

See, Steve calmly walked through the man's storage

area and he got all the leverage that he needed.

So, which one of you did his job?

And which one of you lost control?

Wagner.

You're not gonna believe who our new friend's talking to right now.

Better get in here.

Yeah, well, I'm not sure I want to get involved.

There's too many people looking for this stuff.

And for you.

What do you mean?

I mean, 300 dead people is bad for business.

I never wanted those people to die.

It just all went wrong.

Yeah.

Just give me 10 cents on the dollar, you will make a fortune.

All right, well, I need some time to confer with my associates.

Where can I get back to you?

I'll contact you.

Let's talk in two hours.

Sally's fine.

We got a trace.

Sherman's gonna pack your Atlantic warehouse out in Vernon.

I'm gonna pick him up.

This is still my case.

We really need to get into this again.

I just want to come along for the ride.

You can drive.

He's been shot in both kneecaps.

His left elbow, but not his right.

That's probably when he handed over the fuel rods.

Yeah.

But to who?

I just got word from D.C.

Sherman was in Army Airborne.

Which means he knew everything he needed to know about planes.

Including how to jump out of them.

But Sherman's still screwed up and got himself killed.

Yeah, probably by the original smuggler.

I just wish we'd get a clue as to what they're gonna do with those fuel rods.

I'd settle for a clue as to who that smuggler is.

You know, this picture.

Pretty gruesome, huh?

No.

Well, yeah, it is.

But there's something else.

I just can't put my finger on it.

Maybe you're wearing the wrong glasses.

No, it's not the glasses.

It's something I've seen just recently.

A tied up dead guy?

No.

The knot.

That's a single carry bin.

You don't see him very often.

And I saw a decorative variation of that not

too long ago on Diane Trent's shoulder bag.

Oh, that poor woman who lost her husband on the plane.

Yeah.

All right, follow this for a moment.

Suppose you're Diane Trent and you get your husband to

smuggle some radioactive material on a commercial airline.

But the plane crashes and he dies.

Yeah, but the fuel rods are pretty solid, so the shipment is still intact.

You want it back, so what do you do?

Get yourself a pointed spokesperson for the grieving families.

So, you can ask a lot of questions and stay close to the investigation.

And if that's not good enough, you talk the

families into maybe asking for special favor.

The wreath ceremony.

An excuse to get close to the crash site.

And there, Diane finds that neither that or the hangar's been sealed off.

There's no radioactivity anywhere.

Because someone stole her shipment in mid-flight.

Smart lady.

Smart enough to sift through the likely suspects and zero in on Ted Sharman.

Uh, she also ransacked his apartment and tracked them back to the warehouse.

You know, she went to a lot of trouble and took a lot of risk to get those fuel rods.

The big question is, why?

I suggest we go ask her.

I assume you put out the usual APBs, you've

alerted bus terminals, airports, everything?

There's still no sign of Diane Trent.

This is not gonna be easy.

You check this, Wagner?

Nothing, but, uh, be my guest.

Mrs. Trent, I'm Marilyn Kale here with KLMV News.

I'd really love an on-air interview.

I know it.

Hey, Diane, it's Frank, down at the kennel.

We finished grooming your golden retriever, so

why don't you come pick him up and be Mrs. You?

Diane, dear, this is Bernice at the office.

We all understand you not coming in this morning, but...

Have you contacted these people?

Yeah, uh, Marilyn Kale never heard from her.

Frank didn't leave a number, and the people at the law

office where she worked have no idea what's going on.

And neither do we.

There is nothing here to work with.

No letters, no address book.

All we have are more questions.

Yeah, like, what is your father doing?

Dad?

We, uh, missed something?

I don't get it.

Get what?

What?

You've got a dog.

Look around in here and tell me what you see.

Or rather, what you don't see.

A water dish.

No hair.

No chew toys.

No sign of a dog, period.

Yeah.

There's not a speck of kibble in this kitchen.

Well, maybe the call from Frank and the kennel was a mistake.

Or maybe it could have been a coded message.

Either way, I think we'd better get in touch with this Frank, have a talk with him.

Tell me, Sloan, how fast can LAPD get a copy of Diane Trent's phone records?

Faster than you can save Frank.

Work, Steve.

Who is he?

Frank turns out to be Frank Hall.

Ex-con, three-time loser.

Tracked him out to a house in Newhall.

Sheriff's in position.

We're ready.

Dad, gotta go.

Okay, listen.

Be careful.

Let's go.

Steve asked you to get down.

Just do it.

Get down!

He's in body armor.

He's down!

Bugshot doesn't do him justice.

Secure the house and watch your backs.

You may have a roommate.

Okay, who's the hero?

I shot him with us, what you're asking.

You killed the one person that could have led us to Diane Trent.

All had enough firepower to kill the whole team, Amanda.

He had to be taken down.

I'm glad to see we share a strong sense of mutual trust and respect.

Looks like Hall was playing pen pal with every

gun-happy militia nut between here and Michigan.

Destroy America to save it.

Highway to Armageddon?

This stuff makes a Turner Diaries look like Little House on the Prairie.

Found pack bags in Hall's bedroom.

And this.

It's a one-way flight to Sydney this afternoon.

He couldn't have known that we were on to him.

And why was he in such a rush to leave town?

We may have the answer to that right here.

This is a first.

Homemade glove box, a damn good one.

It's for handling and processing radioactive material.

I can think of only one reason Hall would need something like this.

To build a nuclear bomb.

Well, how big could it be?

Does it matter?

The LA Bureau had enough manpower, I wouldn't waste my time calling.

I need the best we've got from every bureau in the time zone and I need them now.

I only want volunteers for the job.

Make sure they're completely briefed on the situation.

And try to get agents without families.

Yeah.

So it is real.

We have to act as if it is.

Ron, I came by to apologize.

For what?

Well, for thinking that you killed Frank Hall deliberately.

I did.

Well, I know.

What I'm trying to say was that I acted badly.

I know that I was unreasonable.

Nah, you won't.

Don't tell me.

I know when I'm being unreasonable.

And I was unreasonable.

And I would like to apologize, please.

Well, the way I've been behaving lately, I'm not

surprised you thought I was out of control again.

But you weren't.

I do listen when you tell me I'm being a jerk.

Besides, this has gotten a lot more serious than

the Russian Mafia or a simple airplane crash.

I know.

When I think about it, it terrifies me.

A suitcase bomb made with the technology available to Frank

Hall might be capable of leveling an area of three square miles.

Three square miles?

So if the bomb is detonated in downtown Los Angeles...

Well, there won't be any more downtown Los Angeles.

It'll vaporize it along with everyone who's lucky enough to be there.

You have an intriguing notion of luck.

Well, at least they won't be there to see what comes next.

Because there'll be a firestorm that will level

everything between Pasadena and the ocean.

And this city is not set up to handle a catastrophe like that.

No city is.

Even the best emergency plans, the only good they can do is make people feel better.

Ron...

This bomb may go off without any warning.

And if we did survive the blast...

What do you think life would be like after?

We'll find her, Amanda.

We have to find her.

We checked the glove box and we found high levels of radiation.

Well, Hall definitely made a bomb.

And delivered it.

And probably to Diane Trent.

Steve and Ron are checking out Hall's associates, but still nothing.

You know, Mark, I have probably broken about a

thousand rules today, and I just do not care.

I called Colin.

I told him to take CJ out of town.

Actually out of state.

Did you ask why?

No, he heard rumblings on the base and, you know, the military is on full alert.

Anyway, he did exactly what I asked him to do and they

should be in Santa Fe, you know, before anything happens.

I think you did the right thing.

Wish I could do the same for Steve.

Where'd this come from?

Got that off of Frank Hall's mantle.

Now that looks like him, but this photograph has to be at least 20 years old.

Where was this taken?

Oh, anywhere California.

Well, we need more than that.

Well, the car's mid-sixties.

Yeah, didn't help much.

Wait a second, the license tag says 77.

This little girl here, did Hall have a daughter?

There's no record that he was ever married.

This other guy looks kind of familiar too.

Look at the ropes on those packs there.

Let's see.

Well, that's that whatchamacallit knot.

A carrig band is the same knot Ted Sherman was tied up with.

And the same knot that was on Diane Trent's shoulder bag.

That little girl, Diane Trent.

Well, you got some good news?

Well, it's news at least.

Wagner's people in D.C.

identified the other man in a photo.

Oh.

Karl Karlstrom?

Mm-hmm.

Had a family like Manson's, only a lot better armed.

Most of them died in a shootout with the LAPD.

The only survivor was Karlstrom's daughter.

His name's Diane.

That?

Steve, look at the date of the shootout.

Tomorrow's the 20th anniversary.

Yeah, 10 a.m.

to be exact.

You better call Wagner.

As a matter of fact, you better call the governor.

If we don't find Diane Trent in seven hours, we've got an apocalypse on our hands.

We're full of city, state, and federal officials, and nobody knows what to do.

For ourselves, like you're doing something.

Can we go someplace where we don't have to shout?

Well, there's an interrogation of the men's room.

What are you doing?

Officially, we're looking for a gas leak.

Gas leak?

That's the cover story?

Not just any gas leak.

A breakdown in the entire system.

That way, whatever part of the city we search for, Diane Trent, we can shut down

the streets without telling anybody what we're really looking for.

What about an evacuation?

How?

We'd go public with this now, we'd create a panic.

Everybody would head for the nearest on-ramp,

and the freeways would be totally jammed.

We couldn't coordinate our search parties.

Have you found anything?

The first place we checked is where the Kalsman family shot it out with the LAPD.

Which is now under the Westside Mall.

Well, she still might go there.

We've cordoned off the whole area, three blocks square.

Swap team's doing a door-to-door.

Haven't found any sign of her yet.

Well, she could go to other places to make a statement.

And we're searching all of them.

Every police station, the federal building, every place her father worked.

Even the cemetery where he's buried.

We've got the manpower and the resources.

We're bound to find her.

In less than six hours?

We better get moving if we're gonna have any chance at all.

Less than an hour to go, and the police haven't found a thing.

Well, this is a pretty big town.

She could be anywhere with that bomb.

I don't think she's just anywhere, Jessie.

She wants to make sure her revenge is unforgettable.

I'd say that blowing up half of L.A.

is pretty unforgettable.

Well, she'll pick some place with political significance,

so that everybody will know exactly why she's doing it.

Where's that Carlton massacre, finally?

The officer in charge of the SWAT team that day was David Bryant.

He became police chief shortly after that.

Made his career for him.

Well, maybe she's going after him.

No.

No, he's been dead for ten years.

But that's the connection.

I know where she is.

We've got fifty minutes.

She

was very, very upset.

I told her she'd have to go somewhere peaceful and sort things out.

She said she was coming here?

Well, she said her favorite park near the ocean where she could see the boats.

Well, that could be a dozen places.

Why this one?

Well, when, uh, Chief Bryant died, they dedicated this park in his name.

So then this place is a reminder of what happened to her father, but it's also a

tribute to the man in the city that killed him.

I don't know.

That's really reaching.

Well, that's all we've got, Jessie.

You know, it's gonna take time to search and park this site.

We haven't got time.

Well, we've got to split up.

Yeah.

Listen, be careful, you two.

This is a dangerous woman.

Well, with a nuclear bomb under her arm, I'd say she's a little more than dangerous.

Good luck.

Hey, don't do it!

I mean, don't eat your lunch too fast.

It could... Bye.

Mark.

Over there.

Diane?

I don't know how you found me.

It's nice that you're here.

Nice?

Yes.

We'll have shared something, you and I.

Joining my father.

Just a minute.

The man and your dad, they're in the line of fire.

More people should know about him.

Diane, nobody's gonna know anything if you go up the whole city.

They'll know about his hatred for all things impure.

And they'll feel my hatred for them at the second of their death.

And that will be sufficient.

Diane, don't you see, it's such a hollow victory.

I mean, surely there's some other way.

Don't.

Hey!

Diane, trick!

Red wires.

You see, there aren't any red wires.

They're all black.

How you feeling?

You know, if I'd have known she wanted to shoot

someone, I'd have let you be the distraction.

Hey, it was your investigation.

Next time it's your investigation.

Yeah.

Next time.

You take it easy, okay?

See ya.

Amanda.

Well, this is awkward.

I feel like somebody ought to make a formal introduction.

Ron Wagner, Amanda Bentley.

I'm aware that you two spent the night together,

but how much do you really know about each other?

Not nearly enough.

I could try to get a transfer to the L.A.

Bureau.

Ron, Ron, I... I don't think that either one of us is ready for that decision.

I think we have too many things that are unresolved.

Like dead partners.

And dead marriages.

Well...

I'd say we could make this work.

Except that I know for a fact that distance

and relationships are a very, very bad mix.

Oh, yeah.

It's just that there's so much here.

Well...

Maybe someday, if we're lucky.

Well, uh... We at least have dinner with me, Dr. Bentley, before I... leave L.A.

Once I get out of this gown.

I would love to have dinner with you, Agent Wagner.

And I believe I can help you out with this gown.

I was hoping you'd offer.

No more reading glasses.

No more computer glasses.

No more distance glasses.

So then you're just gonna walk around in a fog all day?

Nope.

Blended trifocals are three-in-one solution to your vision problems.

One for reading, one for computers, one for distance.

Because you're gonna need to see this.

What?

Looks like the press bought that crazy cover story.

All right.

What does it say?

The city survives gas leak.

Oh.

Wow, you better get those glasses checked.

These'll do just fine, thanks.

All right.

This is the calendar.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.