All language subtitles for Diagnosis Murder S05E25 Obsession Pt 2

The speed of random bombings that began
three months ago after the execution of

accused Sunnyview bomber Lewis Sweeney
continues unabated.

The death toll rising to 61.

I'm moving to Kansas. They don't have mad bombers in Kansas.

The justice system failed...

...and, an innocent man was executed.

So, why did the bomber stop

while Lewis Sweeney was in prison?

To watch our justice system fail!

You think those are explosions we're
hearing?

No.

We're hearing the real Sunnyview bomber
laughing at us.

With the election just two weeks away,
Assistant District Attorney Sharon Ellison

has squeaked ahead of
incumbent Neil Burnside in the

hotly contested race for
the District Attorney's seat.

Bring in the National Guard!

Declare martial law!

Every fourth day, another bomb explodes
somewhere in the city.

That's the only known pattern to his
terror.

His targets cut across all ethnic and
social lines.

A car wash in Compton, a boutique in Beverly
Hills, a picnic table in Griffith Park.

Where will he strike next?

There's no bomber, okay.

It's actually an operation by
the United Nations shadow

government to foment anarchy
and undermine our country.

The blame for this bloodshed rests solely
on the shoulders of Mark Sloan.

The disgraced doctor
and former police

consultant who railroaded
my father into prison.

And ultimately to his death by lethal
injection.

It was his unforgivable arrogance.

Combined with the naked political ambition
of prosecutor Neil Burnside that left the

real bomber free to carry on his reign of
terror.

I lost my father.

But this city has lost so much more.

None of us can rest until the bomber and
Mark Sloan pay for their heinous crimes.

Hello. Anybody home?

Yeah, Jess, in here.

Hey, I was on my way
to the hospital and I

thought maybe you
could use a little sugar fix.

Oh, thanks.

I could use it.

Another bombing last night.

Yeah, I heard.

Department store downtown.

Night watchman was killed.

You know, maybe I could talk to Jan
Yonehiro.

She could sneak me a look at those autopsy
reports.

No, no.

You're lucky to have a job and I don't
want you risking hers, Jess.

She's a friend of mine.

We're not gonna get caught.

Amanda lost her job.

She's in Virginia.

Steve is out of work.

You're on disciplinary probation.

I do not want Jan on my conscience,
too.

You're not gonna catch this guy on what
you get from the media.

Well, this doesn't matter anyway,
you know.

The key to this nightmare is the original
Sunnyview bombing.

I've got to solve that one first.

You caught Lewis Sweeney.

He was the Sunnyview bomber, wasn't he?

Oh, I caught the right man, all right,
but I never solved the case.

I never figured out why he did it.

Once I do that, I can catch this one.

Well, if it's Carter Sweeney, he's doing
it to avenge his father.

Well, either that or, you know, just
picking up where he left off six years ago.

I really need to have another look at the
original evidence.

That's not gonna be easy.

Steve can't help us and Sharon Ellison has
confiscated all of Amanda's files.

How many spare keys did Amanda keep for
her car?

Spare keys?

She kept one in her desk and one in her
locker in case she couldn't get to her desk.

She kept this one in your locker in case
she couldn't get to her locker.

If she did that with her keys,
imagine what she did with her files.

He hide here?

We position our snipers here and here.

That way we can stop the bad guy soldiers
from using the brush for cover.

Meanwhile, we're pretty impenetrable.

What?

Yeah, see?

That's what he said was, could I stay for
dinner?

Mommy.

Well, that depends what you're willing to
cook.

Well, given what's usually in the
refrigerator, I was thinking, uh, Froot Loops.

Froot Loops?

Listen, if I figure out who's teaching the
other appalling dietary habits, you know.

..

Amanda Bentley.

Hi, Amanda.

Oh, hi, Mark.

How you doing?

Oh, spending most of my time in the garden
these days.

How about you?

Well, my garden's under about six feet of
snow.

Aside from that, everything's great.

Job's working out, then, huh?

Job's working out fine, except I miss you
guys.

Oh, we miss you, too.

Jesse says hi.

Hi.

Amanda, I need a favor.

Anything.

You know that.

I need all your files on the, uh, Sunnyview
bombing and all the original evidence.

I need the logs and the photographs that
were recovered from, uh, Sweeney's van and

from his house at the time he was
arrested.

All right, I'll need time
to get in touch with my

sitter, but I'll be on the
first flight tomorrow morning.

Amanda, look, think this through very
carefully before you agree.

I've already lost
you one job, and if it's

gonna mean this one,
I don't want you to do it.

I'll see you tomorrow, Mark.

Bye.

Call them back.

Tell them you can't do it.

Oh, I'm going.

Amanda, you've been at the bureau for
three months.

You're risking your career.

I'll call in sick if they don't give me
vacation time or, whatever.

All right, I've been there for eight
years.

I'm a little more difficult to fire.

I'll go.

Now, why would you go?

For you.

For Mark, maybe for myself.

You're gonna owe me dinner when I get
back, and Fruit Loops ain't gonna cut it.

I've always preferred Captain Crunch for
my dinner entree.

You see? Food's my specialty.

I can't believe Amanda kept copies of all
these files.

Amanda still has her high school
notebooks, grocery list from 1987,

anything else that ever passed her hands.

I got the backache to prove it.

You know the forensic evidence.

The evidence on both bombings,
past and present, is identical.

Except, look at this,
the original boxes had

lots of little imperfections
in the carvings.

See that?

That's the charm of handmade work,
makes it unique.

Right.

But look at the fragments of the new
carvings.

See, same design, but almost perfect.

And there's one little flaw that occurs in
every fragment that we found.

The curse of mass production.

Whoever the new bomber is, he isn't
interested in craftsmanship.

Lewis Sweeney carved his boxes by hand.

Now, our new guy here is
using power tools, and he's got

either a router or a bit
that's got a little nick in it.

It's interesting, but it doesn't bring us
any closer to discovering the pattern.

There's just one day until he strikes
again.

What do a diner, a gas station,
couple of homes, a car dealership,

a park bench, a statuary store,
and a bakery have in common?

They're all places in Los Angeles.

Well, that's a big help.

You know, it might be.

I'm always doing that.

Who has the photos of the stuff from
Sweeney's van?

Eh, right here.

It's, uh...

Gum wrappers, map book, Doobie Brothers
tapes, sunglasses, an auto card,

uh, dynamite, blasting caps, timers,
and a thousand flathead brass screws.

Stuff everybody has in their back seat.

And he had a Morris map, too.

So do I.

Yeah, me too.

But I'll bet you the two you have in this
one are a lot later copyright.

The one Sweeney had was a much earlier
edition.

Where's his map?

There it is.

Yeah.

Give me a box of pins.

We don't have any pins.

Come in here.

I've got an idea.

B2, Topanga and PCH.

And D5 is Griffith Park.

Okay.

There you have it.

Two maps full of pins.

No, it's a lot more than that.

Copyright on this map's 1951.

The Morris brothers have had at least 20
editions since then.

That makes sense.

Cities change.

A new subdivision can add 50 streets.

Oh, yeah.

20 years ago, Palmdale out there was just
desert scrub.

30 years ago, Century City didn't exist.

And 40 years ago, the whole San Fernando
Valley was just farmland.

So the bomber's hitting what was there in
1951, and the targets are his pattern.

Not exactly, Ron.

Then I don't see the point.

Well, the grids all over the map have
changed.

Nothing coincides anymore.

That's why we didn't see it before.

See what?

When Lewis Sweeney was a child,
the city condemned the property where his

dad's woodshop stood to make way for the
Imperial Freeway.

His dad stood the city off with a shotgun
for six days.

Then he was killed.

Guess what his name was.

For God's sake, Mark.

Regan Sweeney.

The bastard is branding the city with his
father's name.

That's why the targets seem so random.

They're just dots on a map.

Sweeney didn't care what was actually at
the spot.

It was almost done.

There's only two spots left to fill in.

How often do those bombings occur?

Every four days.

If you're right, then
what's in the center of the

2300 block of Federal
will be rubble tomorrow.

We can't let that happen.

The Sunnyview bomber
was exacting his revenge

against a city that
murdered his father.

The pattern was right in front of us.

Connect the dots.

It spells Regan Sweeney.

Connecting the dots.

Why didn't I think of that?

It seems so, uh...

So simple, it's obvious, huh?

Did you make that discovery yourself?

I had some help.

Oh, what'd you do?

You tapped into those brilliant minds at
the Quantico think tank?

Or, I don't know, you stared
at the map until your eyes

became blurry and it appeared
through your tears, this image?

Or you saw in a bowl of alphabet soup?

Mark Sloan figured it out.

Mm-hmm.

And I thought you were a smart man.

Maybe you're just trying to destroy me.

Or destroy your career and mine.

No, I'm trying to solve the case.

Well, fine, why don't you bring in
psychics?

Why don't you study tarot cards?

Why don't you look through old Star Trek
episodes for clues?

Anything you want.

I don't care.

Just stay the hell away from Mark Sloan.

He knows the case better than anyone else.

We have been burned so much by his wild
theories and his idiotic deductions.

Sloan's theory makes sense to me.

I see the pattern.

And you will, too, if you open up your
eyes.

Well, my eyes are open.

My eyes are open.

You know what I see?

Here, show me what I see.

Look at this.

Oh, oh, oh.

What's this?

What is this?

It is a pig.

Get out an APB for Babe.

You could connect the dots in a million
ways.

Sloan saw exactly what he wanted to see.

And that's what burned us in the first
place.

Sir?

The next target is an art gallery.

It won't hurt to evacuate the building.

Yeah, until the clucks at the 11 o'clock
news find out why we did it.

If Sloan is wrong.

If he's right, we save lives.

I am still in charge of
this investigation and we

are not going to follow
Sloan's stupid theories.

End of discussion.

So where are all the police?

They're not coming.

If Burnside believed Wagner, they would
have been here already.

So we have to find the bomb.

Forget about the bomb.

Let's get these people out of here.

Move across the street.

Listen up!

We need to leave right now.

There's a bomb in the building.

So move toward the door quickly and just
keep going.

It's very good.

Don't you just love performance art?

I mean, it's so immediate.

So daring.

Look, maybe you didn't hear him,
but this place could blow any minute.

This is what I get for opening my gallery
next to an acting school.

Tell Drago...

...that this is my business.

Not an improv class.

It's gonna be a funeral pyre if we don't
get these people out of here.

Very good.

Do you have representation?

Look, you are all gonna die if you don't
leave here now.

Look, are the crab cakes really worth
dying for?

Not anymore.

Let's go! Get outta here! Move!

Plain overacting.

And they're not crab cakes either.

They're scallops layered with truffles and
a puff pastry.

They're less than 50 Euros. They're not crab cakes.

Come on, come on, come on.

Take cover behind the cars across the
street.

Do you have any idea what you're doing?

This is Ernest Wallengrin's first show in
two years.

Everybody out of there?

Yeah, it's clear.

You're with the FBI.

And there really is a bomb.

I'm afraid so.

Where's Andre?

Who's Andre?

The caterer.

He was in the back room.

Because of your selfish political
concerns, that man's dead.

If you hsd listened to
Wagner, we could have

evacuated that gallery
before anybody got hurt.

I thought we had.

He was in the back room wearing
headphones.

He didn't hear the warnings.

I'm sorry, I don't know what to say.

When you think of something, don't tell
me.

Tell his next of kin.

Where's Dr. Sloan?

I have some questions for him.

Well, we haven't got time.

We'll fill you in when we catch Carter
Sweeney.

My father knows what his next target's
gonna be.

I'm sure he does.

I'm surprised he's not here.

Well, after the way he
was treated last time,

he figured it might
be counterproductive.

You mean he didn't want to be seen.

He picked a strange time to become
bashful.

Look around you, lady.

My father predicted this.

He saw the pattern.

The fact that we're
standing here having this

conversation proves
he was right all along.

That's one explanation.

Another is that he set this
bomb himself as a stunt to clear

his name and justify further
harassment of the Sweeneys.

He's not here because he's afraid to
return to the scene of his crime.

You're out of line.

I'm doing my job.

Well, Miss Ellison, come right in.

Gentlemen.

Sir.

Interesting decor, Doctor.

You seem to be a fan of the serial bomber.

I'm trying to stop him, and if you'd
listen to Wagner, we could have had him.

If I'm not mistaken, your living room
knick-knacks look a lot like official

documents and evidence in an active police
investigation.

I'm working with the FBI, Miss Ellison.

You're obstructing justice.

I'm confiscating all of this.

Do you have a warrant?

I don't need one.

Do you see this seal, Doctor?

It means it belongs to me.

By having this evidence in your
possession, you have seriously compromised

an ongoing investigation.

But that was your intention all along,
wasn't it?

If I hadn't had this
evidence, I would never have

been able to figure out
the bomber's pattern.

Now we can catch him.

Now that I know.

We certainly can.

You're coming downtown with me.

Am I under arrest?

If that's what it takes to get you into an
interrogation room to answer my questions.

Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary.

I can come down and answer any questions
you might have.

The serial bomber struck again, yesterday.

Or so, Mark Sloan would like us to
believe?

Sloan was questioned
for several hours in release,

but we have to hope
he won't be free for long.

If what the police believe is true, it shows
just how far Sloan will go to be right.

Even if it costs lives.

Just as it cost my father his.

But friends, I know you're not being
fooled.

The latest polls show that Sloan's crony,
D.A.

Neil Burnside, is being trounced by Sharon
Ellison.

Maybe there's some justice out there after
all.

We're gonna get Carter Sweeney.

He has to make a mistake soon.

Why should he?

You've made enough mistakes for two.

I'm not gonna let him beat me.

No, you're gonna destroy yourself before
you give him the pleasure.

My father's exhausted.

Take it easy.

Oh, like you do?

Go along with anything he says,
no matter how insane?

Watch your mouth, Wagner.

You know, maybe if Mark had
listened to that advice, Jesse

wouldn't be cleaning bedpans
and your career wouldn't be ruined.

That's enough.

What's the matter with you?

Your father!

I let him drag me into
this ridiculous obsession

with Carter Sweeney until
I can't see past it either.

Carter Sweeney is the bomber.

What is that, like a mantra with you?

Based on what?

On your dislike of the man?

On the fact that he treated you badly?

I figured out the pattern.

Yes, you did.

But you let your hatred of Carter Sweeney
blind you to the facts.

What facts?

Who's benefiting from these bombings?

Carter Sweeney.

He's trying to clear his father's name.

Then, Mark, why didn't he do it when he
could have saved his father's life?

Ask yourself.

Who stands to gain from raising doubt
about Lewis Sweeney's guilt?

Who gains by making you
seem like a madman and making

Burnside seem like a
fool for listening to you?

Who wins by destroying Burnside and
bringing an end to the bombings?

Who alone stands to benefit from the
terror, the hysteria, the instability?

Sharon Ellison.

When Lewis Sweeney was executed,
Burnside's approval rating was almost 100%.

Now what is it?

20?

13.

And dropping.

She was on Sweeney's show dozens of times.

He could have told her about his father's
pattern.

Sounds like a woman with a motive and a
plan to me.

Could it be? She was using Sweeney and me
the whole time.

I know one way to find out.

If this doesn't pan out, it's not gonna be
much help to my father.

Even if I'm completely wrong about Sharon
Ellison, this is helping your father.

I'm sure he'll be thrilled
to find out where the next

district attorney does her
hair and gets her laundry done.

If he gets his mind off of
Carter Sweeney for even half a

day, maybe it'll give him
time to get a little perspective.

If Ellison isn't a bomber, this is just a
mental hygiene exercise for him.

Hey, we might get lucky.

That's Caitlin Sweeney's shop.

Guess we got lucky.

Very lucky.

I don't believe it.

Detective Sloan was here a few weeks back.

Was he ever alone in your shop?

Why would he be?

Caitlin, I have reason
to believe that someone

planted the bomb specifically
to frame your brother.

In the bomb fragments,
we found pieces of

African walnut, just like
the kind you use here.

I couldn't stand the sight of him.

So I walked away, and I left him alone in
my workshop.

It would have been so easy for Steve Sloan
to steal a piece of my wood.

Thank you...very good.

Now Ellison's out to get me, too.

Maybe she is.

Maybe she's just doing her job.

We should go straight to Burnside.

And, tell him what?

That his campaign rival is conspiring with
Caitlin Sweeney.

I didn't hear anything like that.

She practically told Caitlin what to say.

An aggressive interviewing style is hardly
proof of corruption.

Well, but that is.

Carter Sweeney is not a criminal.

She could be here on legitimate business.

Case closed.

Steve, don't move.

What is it?

How did he get a bomb in here?

I took a sleeping pill last night.

It's the last time I'll ever do that.

There was one rigged in my
bedroom door, one with a rug,

and I don't know how many
more ruby traps there are.

I'll call the bomb squad.

No.

We'll handle this ourselves.

We'll hand this stuff to Amanda for
testing.

That's just in case Sharon Ellison has
anything to do with this.

She does.

Sharon Ellison and Carter Sweeney are
lovers.

So we're getting close, and they know it.

I think it's about time I got back on this
case.

So how are you going to do that?

Politics.

There's absolutely no way that I'm
bringing you back on the case.

The only thing crazier would be to bring
your father back on.

What do you care?

Your approval rating's in the dumper
already.

Get out, Sloan.

Give me back my detective shield, you might
have a chance of beating Sharon Ellison.

Oh, and give her more ammunition to club
me with in the media.

That's a brilliant strategy.

I can see why you've risen so far in the
department.

Get out.

Put me on the case, I will give you Sharon
Ellison right now.

You have something on Ellison?

Reinstate me and find out.

You have no power, you know.

I can take this information and give you
nothing.

Pick up your badge on the way out.

Congratulations.

You're a politician now.

I don't think so.

I can still look at myself in the mirror.

Well, the best always can.

This is the next target.

It's an empty warehouse in Chatsworth.

We don't have to worry about evacuating a
lot of people.

Starting today, we've got an under 24-hour
surveillance.

Though, for all we know, the bombs could
have been planted weeks ago.

And we don't know if it's using timers or
remote control.

At least we know where the circuit boards
are coming from now.

Amanda?

What a sight for sore eyes.

What, uh... I'll
fill you in later.

You're supposed to stay back east.

I'm also not supposed
to be working on this

case, but I don't do
very well with restrictions.

Hey, guys, I'm not gonna
sit this case out, especially

when people I care about
are right at the center of it.

We appreciate it, Amanda.

So what do you got?

Uh, I traced the circuit board to a
manufacturer in Taiwan.

Now, this manufacturer is the exclusive
supplier to Techno City.

It's a chain of Southern California
electronic stores.

Anyway, this particular
board is part of a

lot number delivered
in the last six weeks.

I'll dispatch agents to canvass the stores
right away.

Well, you already have.

Yeah, you dispatched them this morning.

But I have a lot of initiative.

Yeah, we'll have to talk about that later.

Right now we got a warehouse to watch.

I'm glad you're here.

About time.

What is this? I said burritos.

It's a spring roll.

Chinese burrito, huh?

It was close enough.

So what took you so long?

I was getting briefed.

Amanda's lead panned out.

Sharon Ellison paid
cash for a dozen boards at

a South Pasadena Techno
City three weeks ago.

She paid cash?

How do they know it was Ellison?

The clerk ID'd her picture.

And her transactions on security camera
footage.

She can argue she was getting her home
computer fixed.

There must be a
thousand people in this city

that bought boards with
the same lot numbers.

She can argue whatever she wants.

I'm arresting her.

If I hadn't seen the
photographs that you've

been given, I wouldn't
have believed it myself.

But, in fact, Sharon Ellison, who was a
trusted colleague and a valued advisor,

and, dare I say it, she was a friend,
is, in fact, the serial bomber that's

held our city in a grip of terror for so
long.

Do you know the motive?

Well, we all know that Miss
Ellison was very ambitious,

which I think you've all seen
in the past couple of months.

And, I think what we
mistook for a healthy ambition

was actually a pathological
desire for power.

Are you saying that she killed dozens of
people to get your job?

I know, it sounds insane, but if you think
about it, it almost worked.

Please, I know you have many questions,
and I will answer them, but first,

Carter Sweeney would like to make a
statement.

A statement?

No, I don't think so.

What I'd like to make is a public apology
to Dr. Mark Sloan.

I was so blinded by my anger at Dr. Sloan
over the death of my father that I was

willing to believe him capable of
anything, including the murder of dozens

of innocent people, when, in fact, it was
he and he alone who solved those murders.

I was never alone, thanks to you.

And, that's not the extent of my guilt.

Unwittingly, I collaborated in the
bombings

by giving Sharon Allison, information

she needed to carry on our father's reign
of terror.

Are you finally, are you finally conceding
that your father was the Sunnyview bomber?

We've hidden from the truth too long.

If we'd accepted it years ago, maybe
some of these people wouldn't have died.

I'd like to thank Mark Sloan for all he's
done.

And if he ever comes
on my show, I'll spend

all three hours humbling
myself before him.

Thank you.

What can you say to that?

This Sweeney's a lot smarter than I
thought and just as dangerous.

It's over, Dad.

It is?

Mark, the hospital has hired you back.

You have your medical license.

And me.

Man, I've got my old job back,
and I'm sure if Amanda would like to

relocate again, the coroner's office would
welcome her.

And, Carter Sweeney just finished his
father's life work.

Mark, this obsession almost destroyed you.

Drop it.

It's not obsession.

It's the facts, Ron.

They don't fit.

Don't you see it was all too easy?

Mark, are you saying all that we've been
through these last three months was easy?

No, the last couple of days.

How many mistakes did Carter make,
the bomber make?

Not many.

That's why she was hard to catch.

Then why am I still alive?

Why didn't those booby traps work?

Why did she leave me a note warning me to
watch my step?

Why did she give me a chance to
survive?

Sharon Ellison was toying with you.

By risking that I'd be left with bomb
components I'd track right to her.

So she got a little sloppy at the end.

After all that care, all that precision,
that's not right to you.

And how about this one?

Why did she blow up the warehouse?

Well, it was the last piece of the
pattern.

A pattern that I had already cracked,
and I told her so.

So she must have known that we'd have the
warehouse staked out.

So why would she walk right into our trap?

The pattern?

Wait a minute.

Why would she care about a pattern?

Sharon Ellison had no reason to write
Regan Sweeney's name across this city.

And, since I had bragged that I'd predict
exactly where the next bomb was gonna go

off, wouldn't I have looked sillier if she'd
blown up something halfway across town?

So who's Ellison?

What, an accomplice?

Or an innocent dupe
who probably just made the

mistake of doing all
the favors for her lover?

The real bomber, Carter Sweeney.

I may owe you an apology.

It's not your apology I need, Ron.

Yes.

This is Dr. Mark Sloan.

Carter Sweeney offered to apologize to me
on the air.

I'd like to take him up on that offer.

So plug up your ears
till tomorrow at 2, cause

there's nothing worth
hearing till I come back to you.

And remember... ...

they're playing our song.

You all right, Doctor?

I think maybe it's a little early in the
morning for me.

A cup of coffee oughta wake you up.

Come on in.

We're on in 10 seconds.

I know we have a lot to say to one
another, but I want to save it for the air.

...backed up northbound on
the 405 through the Sepulveda

Pass, and it is a real mess
at the 101 interchange.

Please exercise caution.

I'm Kate Kloss in the KCDM Traffic Center.

Now back to the Carter Sweeney Show.

Welcome, friends.

What...

...is a hero?

Someone willing to sacrifice himself for
the good of another.

Yet there is another, rarer expression of
heroism.

Someone willing to sacrifice himself for
what he believes.

Against any and all obstacles.

I know such a hero.

His name is Mark Sloan, and he's here with
me today.

I doubt very much
I can live up to that

flattering introduction,
but thank you anyway.

I'm the one who should thank you.

Thank you for never giving up.

Thank you for the strength of your
convictions.

Thank you for enduring my harassment these
many months.

You were only doing
the same thing I was, just

arguing for what you
thought was the truth.

I can't fault you for that.

I fault myself.

Which brings up an interesting question.

When does personal conviction become
destructive arrogance and unchained ego?

I don't think this was ever about ego or
arrogance.

I think it was about obsession.

Hmm.

I was obsessed with blaming you for my
father's execution.

You were obsessed with blaming me for the
new bombings.

And, it blinded us both to what
was really happening.

Sharon Allison's shrewd manipulation of a
tragic situation for political gain.

Her obsession to become district attorney.

You know, it's just a shame
we didn't find that one last

piece of evidence that would
have made the picture complete.

There's no question she was the bomber,
is there?

Oh, no, no, all the evidence fit
perfectly.

But there was one
tiny bit that just for my

own peace of mind I
wish we could have found.

You know she was making the bombs.

You know why she was doing it.

You even caught her in action.

What could possibly be missing?

A tiny bit.

Yes, I know it's just a small detail.

What I'm asking
you is... No, a bit.

The kind that modern woodworkers use in
their craft.

You know, your father made all of his
wooden boxes for his bombs by hand.

Sharon Allison used power tools.

She was never the craftsman your father
was.

Few people are.

I still don't see what difference a bit
makes.

Well, they call it the molding bit.

Now, hers had a nick in it.

And it caused a slight but identifiable
irregularity in all of her detailing.

I just wish I could have found it.

Well, don't be so hard on yourself,
Dr. Sloan.

We'd all like perfect closure,
but that only happens on television.

You're right.

It's just that when I get stuck on
something, I cannot get my mind off it.

Well, what really counts is that your
courage and tenacity paid off.

Justice was served.

Hold it right there, Sweeney.

Thank you for finding that molding bit for
us, Carter.

We'd have never found it without you.

Think of all the overtime pay I've lost.

You know, you could
probably have carried this off

if you'd just used your
father's original tools.

Oh, I never had the patience for that kind
of work.

Why didn't you resume the bombing before
your father was executed?

Well, he made me promise him not to.

You know, I'm the last of the men in our
Sweeney clan.

He didn't want to risk our family name
dying with me in prison.

I honored that promise until he was dead.

And then you continued your father's
vengeance against the city.

My family's vengeance.

My grandfather was a hero.

So was my father.

Your grandfather at least stood for his
family and his home.

You and your father were nothing but
terrorists.

I told you that interview would be a
breeze.

A breeze? Right.

Well, I know Human
Resources put on a big show

about all the great
applicants they had for the job.

Yeah, some of them were pretty good,
too.

Uh-huh.

If you think there was anybody there with even half your

talent, you think the job
would have been still open?

I guess not.

Congratulations and welcome back.

We missed you.

I know I told you I'd
give you an hour, but

being a gentleman, I
decided to make it two.

Thank you.

Time flies when you're having fun.

Come on in.

We're just celebrating
Amanda's return to Community General.

You didn't tell him?

Well, I was waiting for the appropriate
moment.

Tell me what?

You're not coming back, are you?

Mark, I found a spot in Virginia and I
really believe that's where I belong.

She's been trying to tell you for days.

The work's really rewarding.

My house is gorgeous and C.J.'s made a
whole lot of new friends at the preschool.

I don't want to uproot him twice in one
year.

It's just really hard leaving you all again.

I guess I didn't make it any easier,
did I?

I'd be hurt if you did.

Hey, you guys.

Good news.

Still no gangrene.

I guess a Community General was right
giving Jesse his job back.

He's just sucking up so he can get into my
new betting system.

I never got the old one.

Whatever made you think that a cardinal
could beat a giant?

Size doesn't always matter.

You guys started the going away party
without us?

You knew she was leaving?

You didn't?

No.

Well, some people are easier to say
goodbye to than others.

Mark, I was still trying to find a way to
say goodbye.

Excuse me.

You never did like long goodbyes.

Everybody out of the hospital. Righ now!

Clear the hospital!

Everybody out!