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- Jason! - What is wrong with you?

Jason didn't just get fired by the FBI. He got arrested.

Westmont is helping me get the charges dropped.

Was that not the same Doug Westmont who keeps

going on TV talking about Pruitt's compound,

claiming he got nothing to do with the theater bombing?

And Abe Pruitt should never have been arrested.

What's a rule box?

Stuff I used to write down,

- reminders. - Your wife,

she left in tears.

You need to be a man and end it.

The guy's name was Linus Eckles.

None of us had ever heard of him before.

His neighbor said he was quiet, didn't make much noise.

Linus was good with details.

He liked exact measurements, calculations.

Not many people appreciated that about him.

Not many people appreciated him at all.

But that all changed when he started believing in a higher power,

something bigger than himself.

He started using his skills to take care of

things that needed taking care of.

And today was the day that he would use those skills

to take care of something much bigger than himself.

Today was the day that quiet Linus Eckles

would make a big bang.

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What do you got, paint stains there?

Yeah. Varnish. I was testing it out for the boat this morning.

You don't have any paint thinner in the shed?

Ran out.

But olive oil's working good enough for this job.

You didn't feel like doing any actual building this morning?

I wasn't focused. I...

Diane and I ended things, so...

Ah, I'm sorry.

It was the right thing for both of us.

Yeah.

I'm more worried about how I'm gonna tell everyone.

I just want to move on, you know?

- I can let folks know. - Yeah?

Yeah, if that'll make things easier for you.

Oh...

- Thanks, Kowalski. - Sure.

Hey, but I'd clean this bottle off

and put it back in the kitchen. Otherwise, Mary Jo's gonna have

a justifiable reason to be pissed off at you.

- Thanks again, Kowalski. - You bet.

Kowalski, hold up.

Dalton Basement just said that bloodsucking lawyer's

up there talking to Wheeler again.

- Who? - Doug Westmont,

Abe Pruitt's lawyer.

- He up there? - No idea.

Hey, have you seen Gail?

I gotta tell her something for Gibbs.

Hey, y'all talking Doug Westmont?

That is a large cup of joe you got there, Rando.

Yeah, it's my second one this morning. Lot of caffeine.

I pulled an all-nighter to finish inputting all

the case files on the computer because HQ asked me to

start making a computer database

for all the evidence logs across the agency now.

Yeah, I heard about those computer databases.

And, boss, to answer your question, yes,

the bloodsucking lawyer Doug Westmont is 100%

up in Wheeler's office, but it's got nothing to do with Abe Pruitt.

Hey, sorry to cut you off there, K-Dog.

- No. - Anyway,

Wheeler's son, he got arrested for shooting

paintballs at cars on an access road

and lost his internship at the FBI.

So, Wheeler called in Doug Westmont

to help get the charges dropped.

Fingers crossed all the way.

Yeah, I know all that already, Rando. Wheeler told me last week.

Gotcha. Man, this caffeine is really pumping hard.

Where's Gail?

I believe she's servicing the copier with some fresh toner.

Thank you.

Guaranteed Westmont's up there spinning the truth.

That's what all them lawyers do.

Oh, darn it all.

That toner got you, huh?

Why don't you try some olive oil?

Gibbs just brought the bottle into the kitchen.

Thanks, Kowalski.

Hey, speaking of Gibbs, I have some news.

It's very unfortunate, very sensitive.

What is it?

This probably shouldn't be spread around.

Oh, I wouldn't. I'm a vault.

Gibbs and Diane called it quits.

Their marriage is over.

No...

That's...

- Will you excuse me a minute? - Sure thing.

Mary Jo, I gotta tell you something.

Very unfortunate and very sensitive.

Gibbs and Diane are getting a divorce.

So, a nolo contendere plea acknowledges that

there's enough to convict.

But you will not be pleading guilty.

So you'll get probation, some community service.

But you'll escape doing any time in juvie.

What about his permanent record?

Clean slate once he turns 18.

Thank God he's a terrible shot. I wouldn't have been able

to help him if he actually hit any of the cars.

The paint gun wasn't calibrated right.

Sign the papers, Jason.

All right. Well, don't you worry, kid.

Uncle Dougie has got you covered.

Here, take it.

It's for the shooting range off Fifth Street.

Oh, I don't think that's a good idea.

Well, it's better than having him shoot paintballs

50 yards off FBI property.

Take him for a little target practice, Cliff.

Let him work out some aggression.

- Okay, Doug. - No, I'm serious. Look,

they're a prickly bunch of bastards that run the place.

But you show them that card, I mean, they'll give you 15% off.

- Doug. - What?

Can I speak to you in private, please?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Look, this paintball thing isn't just

about him getting arrested.

I told you, the FBI is firing him

from his internship in the mailroom.

I understand this is a lot to ask,

but could you get him an internship at your firm?

Absolutely not.

Yeah, I figured.

Shelly and I, we just don't know what to do anymore.

We'll get him to a good place.

We're playing piano together. Next thing you know,

I'm getting another call from the local authorities.

I mean, he's really good at social studies, but what

does that even mean? How do you turn that into a career?

I don't know, man. That's why Holly and I never had kids.

I got the snip years ago.

So, look, just give my office a ring when the kid signs

- and you're ready to file. - Yeah, okay. Thanks.

You let that bloodsucking lawyer take my spot.

Well, I've been letting guests use it

since you weren't driving.

Yeah, well, I'm driving now,

so if you could, please, sir,

just let...

Cliff!

- Cliff, are you okay? - Jason. Where's Jason?

I don't know. Was he still inside?

- Jason! - What the hell happened?

- Get back! - Car bomb.

Westmont's dead.

- Move, move! - Did you see my son? Is he inside?

I don't know! Everyone's evacuating!

- Sir, you can't go in there. - My son is inside.

Sir, we need everyone to clear the area.

No, this is my office!

You get the hell out of my way! My son's inside.

- Dad! - Jason! Jason!

- Oh. Oh. - I thought you were dead.

- I'm okay. I'm okay. - Are you okay?

- Is everybody okay? - Doug Westmont was in the car.

Down, down, down!

Mary Jo! Dalton!

Get him out of here! Get these two out of here.

- Go! Take whoever you can! - Come on, come on.

- Dad! - Go! I'm all right!

- Go! Go! Go! Go! - The Jeep!

Stay with Kowalski! Get in there!

Head down! Head down!

- Randolf, what's the source? - Came from the car, sir.

He probably had ammo in there, it's cooking off.

Everyone hold your fire!

There's ammo burning off in the car!

There is no gunman! There is no gunman!

Gibbs, set up a 500-foot perimeter.

Franks, radio the fire department.

Strickland, Randolf, Dominguez, make sure

the buildings are empty. I want the whole area cleared now!

Go, go, go!

Dominguez, you in there?

Uh, yeah. I'll be up in a minute.

- Did Gail find you? - Yeah. She left a note.

- What's going on? - Bomb squad lets us back in.

30 minutes later, she got everybody

and their mama knowing.

Knowing what?

Gibbs and Diane split up.

Sounds like it's really gonna take this time.

Anyhow, I just thought you should know so you don't

accidentally say something dumb to him.

Thanks.

Hey, is Lala in here? Lala?

What?

Gibbs and Diane are ending their marriage. So don't say anything dumb.

Copy.

Let's go, Rando. What do we know?

We got a bomb planted in Westmont's car.

That's right, we do. So, yeah, it's like, you know how

I stayed up all night to finish the computer job so I could

start the new computer job? It's kind of like my brain

is just like this human computer,

just... fueled by caffeine.

And in other news, Doc Tango confirmed

cause of death was Westmont getting blown up by the bomb.

Wow, I was gonna try to come down slow.

But you just poured it into the...

Hey, Vera's notifying Westmont's wife.

What?

- Nothing. - We heard about you and Diane.

We know it must have been hard

to watch her walk out the door.

But we're all here for you, man.

Marriages end every second.

One just ended right now in Cleveland. I'm sure.

Let's go. What do we know?

Did we hear from Woody?

Yep. Bomb forensics should be ready shortly.

I also made contact with Westmont's office.

Told them we'd be stopping by to discuss timelines, enemies.

Guy's a lawyer, Rando, we should block out

the whole damn day to talk enemies.

Where are we with the investigation?

Sir, if you don't mind me saying,

your "take charge" performance after that bomb went off,

I mean, that was awesome.

It was like, uh,

it was like Joe Average turns Commando Cliff.

Dalton took Jason home to Shelly's.

Until things calm down,

I'm keeping an agent posted there.

Jason's pretty shaken up.

When you talked to Westmont, did he seem off?

- He say anything? - No. Nothing.

All right, let's find ourselves some leads then.

Probie, you and me will head to Westmont's office.

You two got forensics.

Can we stop for a soda on the way?

I really think it's safer if I come down slowly.

- Holy hell. - Yeah,

that is a mammoth amount of caffeine, buddy.

It's okay. Don't worry about it.

- He's coming down slowly. - You know what?

Forget we brought it up. We have bigger things to discuss.

Oh, should we start with this fax

we got from Gail about Gibbs being back on the market?

Or do you guys want to talk about bomb parts first?

- Gibbs being back on the... - Bomb parts.

Bomb parts. Bomb parts for sure.

Right.

Okay, I'll just set this right over here

and we can refer to it later.

So, the, uh, shots following

the car bomb were definitely ammo cooking off from the heat.

Yeah, looks like

Westmont had a couple boxes in his glove compartment,

along with this 9mm handgun.

What about this? Is this it? This is the bomb?

Yes, Randolf, you're looking at a brick

of C4 and a detonator, a pretty simple bomb design.

Well, detonator was a different story.

Yes, the detonator was quite sophisticated,

but I managed to piece it back together thanks to

my undisputed mechanical prowess.

You fixed the copier one time, Philip, so, come on.

The detonator was not on a timer.

It was wired to the car's ignition.

But it was designed to go off on the second turn of the key.

Mm-hmm. Key turn one, prime the bomb.

Key turn two...

- Bomb goes boom. - So someone planted the bomb

at one location and wanted it to go off

at Westmont's next location?

Wait, are you guys saying the bomber was targeting NIS?

I think we are. We're just scientists. You guys are the...

I mean, I just know how the bomb worked.

You tell us, I guess.

Mr. Westmont wasn't scheduled

to be at NIS this morning.

- I'm sure of it. - Can we see his schedule?

Yes. Sorry, I'm looking at the wrong one.

That was Mr. Keller's. This is Mr. Westmont's.

Sorry.

I just can't believe what happened to him.

It's okay.

- Take your time. - Ashley,

cancel my lunch, will you?

Gentlemen, Carter Dodd.

And our third partner, Perry Keller.

Pleasure. You're with NIS?

- Sorry for your loss. - I wouldn't believe it,

except the news just started reporting it.

Doug was...

It doesn't seem real.

Excuse me, Agent Franks.

I found Mr. Westmont's schedule.

Hold on there, Ashley. What are you giving them?

We need to know where Westmont should have been this morning.

I'm afraid you'll need a court order.

- You yanking my chain right now? - Attorney-client privilege

still applies, even post mortem.

I'm trying to find out who killed your damn partner,

and y'all are gonna play lawyer games?

The attorney-client privilege is sacred.

Sacred, my ass. You want to know who killed him or not?

Uh...

Pardon me, I have an amendment to discovery for Mr. Westmont.

Uh, Monica, Doug was...

He was killed this morning, ma'am.

Oh, my God.

Uh, what happened?

You work here?

You mind telling us where he was meant to be this morning?

No, I-I'm with the U.S. attorney's office.

But do you have a warrant for his schedule?

- Y'all are unbelievable. - Look,

once you have a warrant, swing back around. We'll be...

Ah, just give us the damn schedule.

The Abe Pruitt appeal.

His schedule says he was supposed to be working on

the Pruitt appeal this morning.

I don't know where, but it wasn't NIS.

You hear that, probie? We got a barn full of ashes.

And now Abe Pruitt's trottin' in from pasture.

You think Abe's involved in this?

Hell, I wouldn't put it past him.

I'm telling you, them lawyers,

they talk and they talk until one day,

you wake up and they're stealing your ranch

right out from under you.

- You mean your place in Texas? - Yeah, my place.

Whatever place. It don't matter.

With that many bloodsuckers spinning the truth,

including the dead guy, and you add in Abe Pruitt?

That bastard used to be a lawyer, too.

Now he thinks he's some kind of compound god.

You mark my words, probie.

With that many lawyers spinning, ain't no way in hell

this case is ever getting solved.

Who amongst us

hasn't felt small?

Who hasn't felt judged?

- Amen! - That's right.

Yep!

Look at me. We are small.

But that is only because there is something bigger,

something more powerful than the bars that imprison us.

Look at me.

I am free.

Hmm.

- How'd it happen? - Car bomb.

At his home?

- His wife okay? - Happened at our office.

- At Pendleton. - Listen, Abe,

I'd rather not BS you in the house of God.

We know you got a thing for bombs,

and the lawyer who couldn't get you out of here

just got blown up by one.

I had nothing to do with that movie theater bombing.

And nothing to do with Stanley taking his own life.

That's not why we're here.

Agent Gibbs, let me tell you why I'm here.

I'm here because you exposed me for bigamy.

I'm here because I married Beth

to get her health insurance for her chemotherapy.

I did that. And I'm prepared to serve my time.

I would do it again.

Seems like you're making good use of your time in here.

Replacing your flock.

My people aren't being replaced.

Wilson & Barnes kicked them off our land.

So, yes, they are scattered.

But they can never be replaced.

What we built will always be with us.

Your brother felt the same.

Spoke to Mason last week on the phone.

He didn't tell you?

Spoke to him and said what?

That I was sorry how things ended.

That I was praying for him. And that I was trying to reach

all my people to tell them as much.

Mr. Pruitt, if you made peace

with serving your time, why'd you file an appeal?

- I didn't. - Westmont was scheduled

to work on his argument for it this morning.

- The reporter. - The what?

A reporter came to see me a couple months ago.

He was doing a story on the movie theater bombing

and my conviction.

Told me Westmont filed an appeal.

I said he was mistaken. But...

There were no grounds for an appeal.

I told Westmont that.

So why would he file anyway?

Who's the reporter who came to see you?

Reporter's name is Freddie Riles.

Prison's records show he visited Abe Pruitt three months ago.

Confirmed with the Chronicle that Riles was

writing a piece on the theater bombing.

He likely made contact with Westmont while he

- was researching. - Well, bring him in here, then.

We can't. He died of a heart attack last month.

Asking too many questions. Could have gotten himself killed.

I went down that road, too, Gibbs.

But then I did a little more digging.

Riles had a heart condition since birth.

- Heart attack was legit. - What about the article he wrote?

He didn't finish it.

Family says he left behind a huge amount of notes.

But his family lawyered up. They want a court order

before they hand over his writings.

What the hell'd they lawyer up for?

They said there's too many notes to go through,

but I just think they got too scared of what might be in them.

Last thing we need is another damn lawyer on this thing, Rando.

- I didn't tell him to get one. - I ain't yelling at you!

I'm yelling at the amount of truth-spinning bloodsuckers

we got on this thing!

Okay, well, it just feels like a really

high decibel just blasting in my face.

And I just cut myself off from caffeine now,

so I'm feeling a little light-headed.

Sit your ass down, then.

I'll get to work on the warrant.

Don't bother. Wheeler's on it.

- Cliff? - Yeah,

he said he's gonna throw some weight around

and get the warrant expedited.

He's still riding high from that Commando Cliff performance

after the bomb went off.

Rando, do what you gotta do to get right.

Probie, Dominguez, call in Westmont's wife.

Let's see if she'll give us a list of enemies

without a damn court order.

Hey, boss, how was Pruitt when you talked to him?

Gibbs said Westmont filed an appeal without him knowing.

Silver State Ranch.

- Mason. - Mikey.

Damn, I was just about to call you.

I saw on the news about Abe's lawyer.

You know who done it?

Listen, I went to see Abe.

He said he talked to you on the phone.

Yeah, he tracked me down through a lady that

lived with us on the compound.

He didn't want nothing, just to tell me

he was sorry he couldn't save the land.

Didn't say nothing else? Nothing about his lawyer?

No.

Honestly, Mikey, I know you told me

all that bad stuff he done, but I don't know,

when I talk to him, he doesn't seem like that kind of guy.

Mikey?

Listen, Mason, let's catch up later.

- I gotta run. - Sure thing.

Shelly, listen to me.

Tell him that he is safe, that I am safe.

The bomb was supposed to go off somewhere else.

If... if you need anything,

just call me and I will handle it.

Okay.

Jason is... pretty shaken up.

Well, I'm sure he is, but you sound like you're handling it.

Just make sure you don't take things too far.

- What? - The Commando Cliff routine

was great outside, but now

I've got a scared courier saying I gotta get

8 million boxes off of his truck immediately,

because you were too pushy when you expedited that warrant.

- Are these the reporter's notes? - You can sit that right there.

What are you putting them in here for?

Because you requested it, Cliff.

I swear,

that bomb went off, and now everything is out of whack.

- Mm-hmm. - Do you know how things

run smooth around here, Cliff?

I intervene.

Well, things happened so fast,

when we got back in the building, I didn't have time to intervene.

Now Gail's got the whole office running around talking

about Gibbs's divorce, Randy is about to have

the biggest caffeine crash-out known to man,

and you are walking around here with your chest puffed out

so far, you going to tip over, Cliff.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Get this stuff out of here. Just... Have Vera and Kowalski

go through it all with you.

Wheeler.

Wait. Shelly. No, no, no. Hold on.

Calm down. I-I can't understand you.

He-he did what?

Okay, I'll handle it.

I said I'll handle it.

Jason snuck out. He's on the loose doing god-knows-what.

My husband wasn't a perfect man,

but he was a good one.

Mrs. Westmont, can you think of anyone

that would want to hurt your husband?

Being a defense attorney, Doug always says

making enemies is a part of the job description.

- You got any names? - Sure.

I-I can write them down if you'd like.

Ma'am, do you know why your husband filed an appeal

for Abe Pruitt when Abe didn't want one?

No, but...

What?

He bought a gun recently, joined a shooting range.

He said it was for fun, but then he also said

the guys who worked there were awful.

I asked him why he kept going.

He just changed the subject.

You know which shooting range?

It's called Oceanside Arms.

Do you think Wheeler's gonna put a BOLO out for his son?

You good?

Yeah, just a bit of a crash from the caffeine stoppage.

But it was worth it to start

that new computerized evidence log.

Why am I even talking about this, dude?

- Your marriage is fricking over. - Ah, I'm fine.

Let's discuss this after. Promise?

Oh, just so you know, Lala said Westmont's wife said

the guys that work here, real jerks.

We told you what we know. Now get the hell out of here.

Hey, listen, buddy...

Hey, guys, how about you run us through it again

with a little less feeling, and one at a time, please?

- What, are we boring you? - What is wrong with you, man?

Why would you open your mouth up that big in front of me?

We told you, okay? Westmont was learning

to shoot because he was being stalked.

He was being tailed by a dude in a Pinto.

Yeah, some dude in a Pinto was following him.

- The guy was bald. - Dude tailing him had no hair.

Are you serious right now, dude?

Sir, what are you doing here?

Hey, dumbass, you gotta check in!

Hey. What the hell were you thinking, sneaking off

- and coming here? - Dad, what are you...

I had to pay off the taxi driver to tell me where he took you.

Do you know how humiliating that is?

- I was just... - You let a child

into a shooting range without a legal guardian?

Is Jason old enough to be here?

- I doubt it. - He had cash and an ID.

What? Oh, come on.

Does that look like a 16-year-old to you?

Are you blind? He must have stolen it from my wallet.

You need to watch yourself. You're standing in my domain.

You see my kid?

He's my domain. And you do not want to test me today.

- Step off, man. - Hey!

Okay, second wind. Here we go.

Thank you.

For not leaving me hanging back there.

Never seen you throw a punch.

It was impressive.

The way you took control this morning, too.

Yeah, I've always been scrappy.

You start wearing a suit every day, people forget who you are.

You forget who you are.

Well, at least you got a description

of the guy following Westmont.

And no broken bones.

- I would call that a win-win. - Mm.

What are you gonna do with Jason?

Ah, I put him in the conference room.

Told him he's grounded for an open-ended period of time.

Yeah.

I meant after that.

I don't know.

We're in this vicious cycle where things

get better and then they go back to being worse.

Worst part about being a dad.

When you don't know how to help him.

Never goes away.

Hey,

I'm sorry to hear about you and Diane.

Divorce is complicated.

For her and me, maybe not.

She'll file the paperwork. I'll sign it.

Are you two kidding me?

You're gonna go out there on the clock

and get into a brawl at a gun club?

What the hell were you thinking?

- They started it. - Cliff,

you are busting heads in a suit, for God's sakes.

They riled me up about Jason.

Look, I know you're on the edge about Jason,

and I know you've been feeling yourself

since your Commando Cliff routine, but, honey,

we need you to represent

this office properly.

Now tell me you understand that.

- I understand that. - Gibbs.

Are you going to represent the office properly,

even though you all broken up about Diane?

- Yes, ma'am. - Okay.

I need your help on this.

What does that say?

Uh...

Are these the reporter's notes? He has horrible handwriting.

We think this page is talking about Westmont,

but we can't make heads or tails out of it.

Vera and Kowalski have been staring at it

- for the last two hours. - Uh...

"In the trash.

There are far too many octopuses."

"Octopi."

- Octopi. - Yeah.

Never mind.

Gibbs, I need you to tell Randy what I said about

properly representing the office when he wakes up.

I had to force him to take a nap.

The whole dang office is out of whack.

Bernard Randolf, you've always been my hero.

I am? That's...

That's not funny. You know I'm sensitive about heroics.

Come on, let's go.

Time to get up. MJ says

the caffeine should be fully cycled out.

Yeah, I'm good. I don't need help. I got it.

- This is the car we're looking for. - What?

It's the car that was following Westmont.

1977 Ford Pinto Cruising Wagon in bright red.

How do we know that?

Because the guys from the shooting range.

No, they just said it was a red Pinto.

They didn't give us a model or anything.

Yeah, but once y'all were done wailing on each other,

I called them up, got the details.

After dealing with all them lawyers,

I found these guys to be very reasonable.

They gave you a picture of the car, too?

No. Clearly, I just pulled this as a reference

from one of Kowalski's Car & Driver magazines.

What's the matter, Rando? Your brain ain't working yet?

Mary Jo said all the caffeine would be fully cycled out.

No, I'm good. Look at me go.

What else do we got? Description of the stalker, right?

Guy in the Pinto was tall and bald.

Hundred percent bald head.

Six-foot to six-foot-two, white, mid-40s.

And Westmont figured he was

hired by some disgruntled client.

And the guys at the shooting range told you all this?

They were very reasonable.

Rando, call up the DMV.

Get all the red Pinto registrations in the county.

See if any of the drivers match our description.

- Copy. - Dominguez, tell probie to quit

licking his wounds with Wheeler and get his ass back up here.

Where we at with those reporter's notes?

Okay. I think I figured out his W's.

See how they all do this swoopy thing,

like a pair of boobs?

Can I see?

What? I just want to help.

Yeah, I bet you do.

How much writing can one man do?

I'm getting carpal tunnel just looking at all this stuff.

Maybe he had that, uh, that thing.

You know, that thing where-where you can't stop writing.

What's it called?

- It's called, uh... - Hey.

- Your name's Richard, right? - What about it?

Why would you have people call you Dick instead of Rick?

It's kind of like you're asking for it.

Okay. Your dad said sit here quietly. Remember?

The compulsive writing thing you're talking about

is called hypergraphia.

Edgar Allan Poe had it.

Edgar Allan Poe was a Richard.

Hey, look, kid, I know you had a rough day,

but the only Richard in here is you.

You want to help? Here, have at it.

And shut your damn trap.

Hey, Mary Jo, you want to have a look here?

You see what Vera was saying about the W's?

- Mm-hmm. - "Westmont's

"work on the Pruitt appeal

does not match the time spent to billing."

You just gotta squint your eyes and let your brain fill it in.

How-how the hell did you learn how to do that?

The day before we take a test, my social studies teacher

writes out the answer key and she leaves it on her desk.

So I taught myself to read her horrible handwriting, and...

I'm getting an A in the class.

- Please don't tell my dad. - Here, can you read this?

Um...

"She ensures favorable rulings

for Westmont's clients."

"He pays her kickbacks in return."

Uh...

"They meet doing trades"?

No, "they meet during times..."

"...billed to the Pruitt appeal."

Westmont was colluding illegally.

With who?

Hey, with who? Kid, come on.

Oh, uh...

Someone named...

"Ausa."

Ausa? You mean AUSA?

What does that stand for?

Assistant U.S. attorney.

I'll call Franks.

Monica Adams, NIS.

Mrs. Adams, we spoke to you

at Westmont's office this morning.

We need to talk to you.

Hit it.

Couch. Hands!

Let me see your hands!

Got her. Clear it.

Your wine fell?

Yes.

Anyone else in here with you?

My husband's away.

Did you find out who killed Doug?

You and Doug had an agreement.

Y'all were trading favors.

What?

No.

We were having an affair.

I loved him. I'm sorry.

I should have told you earlier, but...

I was scared.

I knew it would end my career,

my marriage...

- My life. - So when Westmont

scheduled time to work on the Pruitt appeal,

he was seeing you,

which means you were supposed to be with him this morning.

Yes. He got...

called away for a meeting at NIS.

I made up some excuse to go see him afterwards.

So when you told me what happened,

Doug and I were supposed to be together

when the bomb went off.

We were supposed to die together.

- Know who would have done this? - Doug was being followed.

It was a red car.

One night, Doug grabbed his gun to try and confront him, but...

the car sped off so fast, the curb ripped the bumper off.

It was a red car.

Red car, red.

Mrs. Adams, did you take anything tonight?

- Any medication? - Yeah.

- I'm sorry. - Hey. Hey.

- Let me see your hands. - No, hands!

Put your hands up.

- Stay back. - Ma'am, keep your hands up.

Where I can see them, please.

She took a bunch of pills.

The curb, it took the bumper.

- Oh, geez. - Damn it, probie, call it in.

- Yeah, I got it. - Mrs. Adams.

Look at me. Look at me!

Monica Adams is in the hospital. What do we know?

- Is she gonna make it? - They pumped her stomach,

said that we got her there just in time.

She was another lawyer spinning the truth till

we busted down her door, dragged it out of her, Dominguez.

What do we know?

Adams and Westmont weren't colluding.

They were having an affair.

She knew about the guy who was following him.

- She said that there was... - Red Pinto hit a curb,

lost a bumper. Yeah, Mary Jo gave us the message.

Well, you doing anything about it?

Yes, Franks.

And don't speak to me like that.

I don't practice law.

You're displacing your anger again.

I apologize.

Randy and I have been calling all the body shops in the area.

We're looking to see if any of them have repaired

a bumper on a red Pinto for a guy matching our description.

- Nothing so far? - Okay, thanks.

Waldo's Auto Body Shop, baby.

Owner is appropriately named Waldo.

He replaced the front bumper on a bright red

'77 Ford Pinto Cruising Wagon two weeks ago.

- Driver matches our description? - Yep.

White, 40s, bald as a mother.

His name is Linus Eckles.

And Waldo gave us his freaking home address!

Let's go! I got my third wind.

Giddyap!

Linus Eckles! NIS!

Son of a bitch. Clear it!

Let's go.

Clear!

Mr. Eckles, show me your hands.

God said you were coming, so I set them free.

Hands!

Show me your hands!

- Probie, cuff him. - Stay down!

Stay down. Give me your hands.

Fly. Go free.

Fly.

Fly. Fly.

I can get you some calamine lotion

- after we're done talking. - Did you all get stung?

They didn't mean it.

C-4 detonator parts at your apartment.

They're matched to the bomb that killed Doug Westmont.

Your phone, too.

Be great if we could skip the part where you deny it,

seeing as you, me, or we all three know you done it.

I followed Doug Westmont.

I found out he was having an affair with

Assistant U.S. Attorney Monica Adams.

I built the bomb. I planted it in his car.

She was supposed to be nearby when it went off.

- Why'd you do it? - Westmont's clients.

A lot of them went to prison.

They didn't know that he was sleeping with the prosecutor.

It was unfair.

It needed to be brought into the light.

What made you start following Westmont in the first place?

The idea just came in my head, I guess. From God.

You saying you got yourself in here facing a murder charge,

'cause some folks you never even met were being done wrong?

That's right.

Can I get the lotion now?

You think he's crazy or he's hiding something?

- Both. - Boss.

He say anything about Abe Pruitt?

- What? - We looked into Eckles' record.

He did a month for attempted pipe bombing.

- Same prison as Abe Pruitt? - Yeah.

Eckles was released two months ago.

Warden said that he was a regular at Pruitt's chapel services.

I think it happened like this.

Abe Pruitt realized Westmont was up to something

when that reporter asked about his appeal.

Abe brainwashed Linus Eckles in his prison church

and told him about a dirty lawyer named Westmont.

When Eckles was released,

he followed Westmont in his red Pinto,

found out about the affair,

and reported it back to Abe.

Abe told him to do the bombing,

but Eckles refused to admit Abe was involved.

So the team tried to prove that after

Eckles was released from prison,

he made contact with Abe.

No phone call from Eckles to Abe in prison.

Nothing in the visitation logs either.

We got no way to prove Abe was behind this.

Told y'all! With this many lawyers spinning,

this case ain't ever getting solved!

There's no proof that Abe was behind all this, but...

he probably did it to expose the affair.

Because that could get a lot of mistrials declared.

I wrote some other things down, but it's just more notes.

Seems like you got pretty invested.

After the bomb went off...

...I was scared.

But then I saw how you were.

And I'd never seen you like that before.

It was like everything I thought I knew, I didn't.

So you snuck out to a shooting range.

To see if I could be a good shot.

To see if maybe I could be an agent someday, like you.

Seems like all I've ever done is screw things up.

But today I helped solve the case.

And maybe I could turn into something good.

Jason...

You are something good.

But we just can't keep going backwards.

I won't.

I have something now. I have something to go for.

And I thought maybe I could do an internship here.

Two months. You stay out of trouble for two months,

and then we'll talk about it.

Deal.

A lot of people believe

in something bigger than themselves.

I always wanted to be like that.

The kind of person that believes in something bigger.

Thought you might be here.

No, don't get up.

For the bee stings.

Ah.

And for everything else.

Ah.

Thanks.

What you writing?

Franks inspired a new rule.

"Rule number 13: Never involve a lawyer."

After all this, it should be,

"Never ever involve a lawyer."

Maybe I'll rewrite it later.

I figured you usually talked to Diane after a day like this.

I completely bought that you were fine all day, by the way.

I am.

I think I can see myself living alone.

Big house with a fireplace, basement maybe.

Focus on work, build a few boats.

I think that'd be enough.

You're just gonna go cold turkey on relationships then, huh?

Lala, I don't think I can do it again.

So I think I'm done.

I'm done.

Are you leaving?

Yeah, I just came to drop that stuff off.

- It's been a long day. - Yeah.

I tried to hang on to something bigger,

but in the end, reality always won out.

Two weeks after Doug Westmont was killed by a car bomb...

...and his affair with AUSA Monica Adams

was exposed, Abe Pruitt was granted a mistrial.

The judge threw out his conviction.

He told his followers he walked out a free man

'cause there was something bigger than themselves.

But he was about to show the world

what he really believed.

In Abe Pruitt's mind,

there was nothing bigger than Abe Pruitt.