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(screaming)

- (coughing)
- (siren wailing)

DISPATCH (over radio):
All units, be advised.

Reports of multiple
explosions downtown.

Just keep going.

DISPATCH: Bomb squad en route.

Suspect still at large.

OWEN: There are reports of
casualties on the sixth floor.

Four of 'em kids.

MAN (over radio):
Captain Strand, possible

second incendiary
device unaccounted for.

You are advised to
evacuate your team.

What's the call, Cap?

IC, Strand 126,

we're gonna clear
the sixth floor

before we evacuate.

Any updates on the
second explosive?

- (alarm blaring)
- (radio static)

IC, do you copy?

Let's go.

(blaring continues)

(indistinct chatter)

Help! This guy needs help!

TOMMY VEGA: Sir, can you
hear me? Is this your father?

No, I was looking for our mom.
I'm with my little sisters.

- Guessing it's a heart attack.
- Okay.

Judd, help 'em
carry this man down.

- Son, what's your name?
- Jack.

Hey, Jack. You gonna
go with them, alright?

- But my sisters?
- Where are your sisters?

Hiding in the room next door.

Paul, get in and grab 'em.

- PAUL STRICKLAND: Copy that, Cap.
- TOMMY: TK, Nancy, go with them.

(beeps)

(explosion)

(coughing)

And you're all dead.

MATEO CHAVEZ: Oh, man,
I don't wanna be dead.

NANCY GILLIAN: I feel
like I might not be dead,

but just more maimed.

Nope, dead.

- Man, that's a cheat.
- Yeah, seriously.

That Jack kid told us his
sisters were in there.

You were also told

there might be a secondary
explosive device.

That's BS. Cap radioed in and
asked about the other bomb

and nobody answered.

Now, comm failure is a real
issue in these situations.

That's why they put
it in the drill.

The no-win scenario.

Yeah, she totally Kobayashi
Maru-ed our asses.

Take this to the IC downstairs

and let them know that the 126
is out for the rest of the drill.

For real though, somebody needs
to get this Jack kid an agent.

(theme music plays)

(laughter)

(indistinct chatter)

(chatter, laughter continue)

(laughter continues)

(laughter continues)

NANCY: TK, come over here.

We're gonna send a
selfie to Marjan.

- MATEO: Love it, come on.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. Talk about pretty in pink.

Okay, everybody say "dead sexy."

ALL: Dead sexy.

(laughter)

You guys think this is a joke?

You think if this had
been the real thing,

you'd be back here laughing
and taking selfies?

You'd be in a body bag.

If they could find anything
of you to put in it.

I suggest you hit the showers

and take a moment to think
about the first responders

who went on calls like
this and never came back.

Show some respect.

(knock on door)

JUDD RYDER: Cap, you got a sec?

Not if you're gonna
tell me I overreacted.

No, I ain't gonna tell
you that for a minute.

I happen to know what
it's like to go to

more than one funeral in a week

or even one day for that matter.

They ain't been through
what we've been through.

Yeah, well, they might.

And soon.

Look, those drills are
designed for us to fail.

If it was a different team,

same scenario, it's
the same result.

Yeah, I'm not talking
about the drills.

Something's coming, Judd.

Something big.

What are you talkin' about?

And I don't think
it's any coincidence

that they sprung that
drill on us this week.

It wasn't on the calendar.

You know they like to do that.

That's how they
keep us on our toes.

No, no, no. It's more than that.

Why do I get the feeling
that this isn't just

the-the hair standing up
on the back of your neck?

(sighs)

Because it's not.

You remember the biker
gang, the Honor Dogs?

Yeah.

Turns out they're on the FBI's

domestic terror watch list.

- Them guys?
- Yeah.

And a truckload of
ammonium nitrate was stolen

near Laredo three weeks ago.

And the feds are convinced
the Honor Dogs have it

and are planning something.

How do you know all that?

'Cause I've been
working with them.

The feds?

So after you and I went to
the, uh, branding that night,

I got a knock on my
door. It was the FBI.

They wanted me to go back.

JUDD: Damn.

Well, hell, Owen, I... what-what
do these idiots wanna do?

I don't know. I never
got close enough.

What do the feds think?

I don't know. They've
frozen me out.

They won't even
return my phone calls.

Do you know why so many
of us died on 9/11?

'Cause we didn't know
what we were walking into.

Suppose you did?

Well, we still
would have gone in,

but our odds sure
would have been better.

No, I'm not gonna do it.

I'm not just gonna sit here

and wait for the
tones to go off.

Judd, you're acting
captain till I get back.

Wh-wh-what do I tell people
if they ask where you are?

Tell 'em I'm out there not
taking no for an answer.

BIKER 1: The feds think
they can play games with us?

We'll see about that.

BIKER 2: They pushed
us too far, Red.

Enough's enough.
Time we pushed back.

- BIKER 3: Yeah!
- BIKER 4: That's right.

RED: You need to
relax, Turner.

They're just trying
to get in our heads.

Looks like I might be
interrupting something.

You got a lot of brass,
Strand, coming back in here.

OWEN: You and I need to talk.

Alone.

You wearing a wire again?

No, you can... you
can check my junk.

I'll pass.

And we don't talk to the feds

or friends of the feds.

I'm just here as a fire captain.

- All I need is a word.
- Tough.

This bar's closed to
you from here on out.

You understand? So walk out
before you get dragged out.

BIKER: Yeah!

Well this bar is gonna
be closed to everybody

unless you talk to me.

What the hell's that
supposed to mean?

Just that I'm seeing a
lot of code violations.

Blocked egress over there,
that's a fire hazard.

No occupancy load signs.

Ceiling isn't up to
code, that's a big one.

I'm gonna have to write you
up for that one for sure.

I'm saying I will shut you down

quicker than you can
say, "Don't tread on me."

Fine.

What the hell do you want?

Oh, well, we can do
it like this then.

I know about the ANFO.

And so do the feds.

You give up everything you have,

maybe you could still
make some sort of a deal.

ANFO?

Look, you once told me that
you revered first responders.

I'm inclined to believe you.

Whatever message you think
you're gonna be making

with the explosives
that you hijacked,

you're just gonna be
hurting good people.

BIKER: What's he
talking about?

Very moving speech, Strand.

But I got no idea what
you're talking about.

♪ ♪

You really don't, do you?

AGENT ROSE KACEY:
FBI! Hands in the air!

AGENT 1: Don't move!

AGENT 2: Stop!
Freeze! Hands up!

Agent Kacey, I think we may
have a miscommunication here.

Yeah, you thinking it's
okay to share details

of a confidential investigation.

Agent Biondi, please escort
Captain Strand outside

and place him under arrest
for obstruction of justice.

Are you serious?

AGENT CHUCK BIONDI: You don't
have any weapons on you, do you?

Nothing that's gonna
poke or cut me?

No.

I didn't think you guys
had enough for a warrant.

Well, a judge thought we did.

- So you found the ANFO?
- We will.

One of 'em will flip. That's
how the game is played.

Look, Agent Chuck, I think
you guys are rushing this.

I don't think any of
these guys are gonna flip.

Because I don't think actually
any of 'em know anything.

Then why are they acting
so suspicious and paranoid?

Really?

Hands behind your back.

(grunting)

- (siren wailing)
- (horn blares)

Alright, dispatch said

that there was an FBI raid
underway when the bomb went off.

So we're looking at about
a dozen agents inside

and God knows how many bikers.

Hey, did dispatch say
anything about where Cap is?

Cap? No. Why would they?

- Judd, what the hell?
- JUDD: Not right now.

Hey, Gallagher, get
that mainline off.

Strickland you and Chavez
take a team inside,

extract all the wounded.

Everybody else, get pressure
in those two-and-a-halves

and start blasting
those windows.

Take care of what's in
front of you right now.

Copy that, Cap.

Alright, TK, Nancy, get the 02

and the burn kits
off of this bus.

We'll set up triage right here.

CHUCK: Need some
help over here.

JUDD: Hey, hey.

About how many agents do you
say you got inside still?

- Seven.
- JUDD: Seven?

Search and Rescue, we've got
at least seven FBI in there.

- Where's Captain Strand?
- OWEN: I need a medic.

(wheezing)

Nancy, TK, get the gurney.

Alright, lay her down so
we can get a look at her.

OWEN: Nice and easy.

- Nancy, vitals.
- Yeah, Cap.

Owen, you shouldn't be here.

It's okay.

TOMMY: Lungs sound diminished.

She's hypotensive
and tachycardic.

Alright, we need
to travel her now.

I think it's a hemorrhage
from blunt trauma.

They're gonna take
good care of you, okay?

Owen.

Owen, I'm scared.

JUDD: Hey, Cap.

We got this one.

NANCY: We gotta go.

♪ ♪

(siren wailing)

TOMMY: Start a line,
run it wide open.

Pushing ten mils.

(monitor beeping)

Cap, BP's 74 over 40.

TOMMY: Think I found the
source of the hemorrhage.

Trauma pads. We need
to pack this wound.

ROSE (weakly): Oh,
what's going on?

You're gonna feel
some pressure, okay?

- What... What did she say?
- OWEN: Agent... Agent Kacey.

Agent Kacey. Just look
at me. Look at me.

We're gonna stitch
you up, alright?

Just a quick little pinch.

Owen, for the love of God...

ca... call me Rose.

Okay, Rose.

That's better.

NANCY: 62 over 30 now.

- (flatline)
- NANCY: Just blank lines.

- No BP. No heartbeat.
- OWEN: Rose.

NANCY: She's going
into asystole.

- Starting compressions.
- OWEN: Rose!

- Grab the Ambu bag.
- Rose, no, no, no!

- Rose!
- NANCY: We're losing her.

- (flatline)
- Come on, come on.

♪ ♪

Owen.

Hey. Thanks for coming.

Thanks for the call.

- Oh-whoa!
- It's not my blood.

It's Agent Kacey's.
She didn't make it.

Last count, the
FBI has lost nine.

And the Honor Dogs,
double digits.

- Red?
- He survived.

- He's in surgery.
- TY O'BRIEN: What a mess.

You have any idea how
the hell this happened?

The working theory is
that they were storing

the ANFO at the clubhouse,

and somebody accidentally
detonated it.

At the exact moment
a fed tac-team

comes through the door?

Come on, you don't actually
believe that, do you?

I didn't say it was
my working theory.

Captain Strand.

I wanna thank you for
being with Rose at the end.

Thank your crew for me, too.

I'm sorry about your team.

Yeah.

Hell of a way to close a case.

Agent Biondi, I don't
think this case is closed.

It is for now. Prime
suspect's in recovery.

Rest of his crew's in no
shape to do any more damage.

It's for the courts to sort out.

Red Pickney is not
your prime suspect.

He's your victim.

And a witness.

Not acting like
much of a witness.

He refuses to talk to us.

Yeah, 'cause he hates you.

Look, that clubhouse
was targeted.

What happened today
was not an accident.

The blast radius alone
would only account

for a quarter of the ANFO
you've been looking for.

This isn't over.

It's just the opening act.

You need to let us talk to Red.

I told you, he's not talking.

He's not talking to you.

OWEN: (sighs) Hey, Red.

Nothing to say to
you... snitches.

Yeah, I figured you might
say something like that.

Have they told you what
happened to your people?

In my experience, the doctors
don't like to do that.

It's too stressful
on the patient.

Red, 11 of your
brothers are dead.

Turner made it to surgery, but
they lost him on the table.

They think you're responsible.

They don't like your politics.
They think you're a terrorist.

Of course, they do.

They think anybody
that still believes

in the Bill of Rights...
is a damn terrorist.

Alright, then help
me prove them wrong.

When I entered the bar today,

you guys were in some
sort of a meeting.

Who else knew you called it?

I didn't call it.

It wasn't me.

They already know that everybody

in the room got a text from you.

It wasn't... me.

Someone spoofed my number
and lured us all there.

Everybody was freaking out. I...

(breathes heavily)

told 'em not to panic.

And then you...
then you walked in.

Well, who else
could have done it?

Oh, I got a pretty good idea.

Hothead kid.

Lot of crazy ideas,
so we booted him.

We thought he was a plant.

Thought he was working
for the government.

I guess he wasn't.

We need his name.

You know his name.

Your nephew.

Andy.

♪ ♪

OFFICER 1: FBI!
Show yourselves!

OFFICER 2: FBI.

OFFICER 3: FBI. Clear!

- OFFICER 1: Clear.
- OFFICER 2: Clear.

House is clear.

CHUCK: Nobody's home.

When's the last time
you spoke to your niece?

TY: It's been a few days.

So we don't know how
long they've been gone.

Or if she just took
the kid to the park.

They were in a big hurry
to play on the swings.

Neighbors are saying they saw
the woman and a little boy leave

with an unidentified
male two days ago.

CHUCK: Looks like your
nephew grabbed his family

before he set that bomb.

He could be in Mexico by now.

OWEN: If we're lucky.

'Cause if he's not running,
it means he's not done.

(tense music playing)

♪ ♪

You okay?

There's gotta be
another explanation.

CHUCK: There's not.

Three days ago,
out by Wimberley,

somebody blew up an
empty school bus.

Traces of ANFO were found.

We believe this was a test run.

That's how you got your warrant.

CHUCK: We also think there
may have been a witness.

The body of a hiker
was found out there.

Shot point blank.

Traced the school bus
back to a salvage yard.

Spoke to the owner again.

He positively
identified Andy Pearson

as the man he sold it to.

- Ty?
- No, Andy's not a murderer.

No, sergeant. He's
a mass murderer.

- Hey...
- You made your point.

We need to find him

before the body count
goes any higher.

You know him, Sergeant O'Brien.

- We don't.
- I thought I did.

I've been looking
for him for weeks.

I honestly have no
idea where he is.

I think I do.

I mean, I think I
know where he was.

When we found the ANFO,
I called you right away.

By the time you guys
got there, it was gone.

We thought the Honor
Dogs were storing it

and that they moved
it, but they didn't.

- It was Andy.
- OWEN: It was Andy.

He was probably living
there. Might still be.

Murphy, put together
a tactical team,

reach out to APD for support.

- I'm going with you.
- Sergeant.

TY: He's my nephew.

He'll listen to me.

Regardless, I'm not letting
anyone else get hurt.

You lost a lot of talent today.

I'd listen to this man.

Fine.

(sighs) I'll be
right there with you.

TY: No, you won't, Owen.

You're gonna be a
fire captain today

just in case this
all goes sideways.

It's already gone sideways.

TY: Owen, these
people need you.

This city needs you.

So I should stay on the bench?

TY: No.

More like the bullpen.

♪ ♪

OWEN: I'm sure that by now
some of you have figured out

that I've had a secret.

I, um...

I've been working
undercover for the FBI,

and that has required me to
disappear from time to time

and to lie to you
about where I've been.

But I'm not here to
apologize for it.

I've had the chance to prevent
a terror attack on this city.

But I did not.

I failed.

And I believe that the
attack is now imminent.

But that is not to say
that all hope is lost.

As I stand here, there are
people on the front lines

doing absolutely
everything they can

to prevent it from happening.

(Owen inhales and
exhales deeply)

But we are behind
the eight-ball.

And that's where
we always start.

And that's what
makes us who we are.

(beeping)

You know, for 20 years,

I've wondered how it
could've been different

if I'd had known those
planes were gonna hit.

Maybe I could've saved my team.

Now I realize it's worse...

knowing it's coming

and there is nothing
you can do but wait.

And so we wait.

Ever watchful, always
vigilant and prepared.

We have to be prepared

because we can never
really be ready.

Not really.

And I tell you this because I
believe you deserve to know.

Maybe because...

I need your help
carrying the weight.

And that's what
we're here for, Cap.

Always.

So... the next time
those tones go off,

it may be a cat in the
tree or it may not.

But it won't be a drill.

So I want you to do
whatever you need to do

to prepare yourselves

and make sure your people
know how much you love 'em.

♪ ♪

(cell phone buzzing)

(telephone ringing)

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

(indistinct)

(bell ringing)

MAN (over PA):
Fire and rescue.

121, 122, 123, 126, 127, 128.

(ringing continues)

Fire and rescue.

121, 122, 123...

They're sending everybody.

MAN (over PA): 127, 128.

Respond to a bomb threat
at the state Capitol.

APD, all squads...

(ringing continues)

Fire and rescue,
121, 122, 123, 126...

♪ ♪

All buildings have
been cleared, sergeant.

It looks the same as it did
when Owen and I were out here.

We couldn't have been alone.

Someone saw us enter that
warehouse and moved the ANFO

before anyone else
could find it.

- You were being watched.
- Yeah.

They might be
watching us right now.

Alright, we're done here.

We need to move this
party to the Capitol.

Somebody just called in
an anonymous bomb threat.

- Somebody called it in?
- CHUCK: Yeah.

- They find anything?
- CHUCK: Not yet.

But we're taking it seriously.

Building's being evacuated.

Bomb squad's doing a sweep.

I think we should stay.

No one's even checked
out these woods yet.

CHUCK: You can if
you like, sergeant.

I think it's a goose chase.

We're headed to the Capitol.

AGENT: Yes, sir.

- I'll stay with you.
- Thanks, officer.

Looks like I'm gonna
need a ride back.

(alarm ringing)

WOMAN: Please
exit the building.

MAN (over PA): Ladies and
gentlemen, we need you to slowly

make your way towards the exits.

(ringing continues)

WOMAN: Please make your way
towards the parking lot!

JUDD: Let's go, this way.

Everybody, move.
Move, move this way.

Get right behind those trucks.

- Go ahead. Move.
- Bomb Squad's doing a sweep now.

- We're about 80% evacuated.
- Let's get it to 100.

You know, we've already had
two bomb hoaxes this month.

Let's hope it's three.

WOMAN (over radio):
Chief Jenkins.

Yeah. Go for Jenkins.

WOMAN: Yeah, Chief,
they found something.

Alright, all clear, Cap.
I'm told that's everyone.

Okay, Just stay put out there.

Should be right
around this corner.

(robot whirring)

JENKINS: My God.

BUDDY: Yeah, it's big.

How the hell did they
get that past security?

We'll worry about that later.

How big a blast radius
you figure that might be?

BUDDY: If it's ANFO,

now might be a good time to
move the Capitol to Dallas.

CARLOS REYES: So the
guy we're looking for,

is he some kind of
survivalist or something?

Not exactly.

He washed out of Cub Scouts

when he was seven.

How do you know that?

He's my nephew.

Hey, wait, hold on a sec.

Look at this.

We're close.

ANFO pellets.

Someone was building
a bomb out here.

(robot whirring)

BUDDY: Damn thing's
a rat's nest.

Whoever did this
is either very good

or a total incompetent.

Can we get a look
inside the drums?

BUDDY: Let's see what's on top
of that other barrel first.

Nope. Trembler switch.

I try opening this,
I could set it off.

Okay, do you see a detonator
or a cell phone? Anything?

No, but it could be
on the other side.

- Alright, pan left.
- Left?

Yeah, I wanna see what's on
the other side of the room.

There's how they got
it through security.

- How?
- They didn't.

JENKINS: Captain Strand, where
do you think you're going?

(over radio): Captain
Strand, respond.

Captain Strand?

I really hate when he does this.

JENKINS: Captain Strand,
do not go in there.

Cap?

No one follows me in.

What do you think?

See those tire tracks?

Someone was here in a
truck or a van recently.

Alright, I'll go
in and clear it.

You cut around that way
and cover the south side.

I'll holler if I need ya.

JENKINS: Captain Strand.

Captain Strand, what
the hell are you doing?

Relax, Captain. I'll be
outta here in a minute.

One way or the other.

♪ ♪

(rattling)

(woman groans, muffled)

TY: Good Lord.

JENKINS: Captain Strand,
that's not a good idea.

Captain Strand!

BUDDY: He's gonna
get himself killed.

Barrels are empty.
It's a fake.

JOANNE PEARSON:
(yells) Behind you!

- What?
- Look out!

- (gunshot)
- (Joanne screams)

He didn't get
anything past security

because this stuff
was already down here.

Looks like he just
cobbled it together.

That's a lot of trouble
to go to for a hoax.

(Joanne groaning)

JOANNE: Oh, my
God. Oh, my God!

You know the thing about
those bulletproof vests?

They don't do jack
for your head.

- (gunshot)
- (Joanne screams)

(panting)

Maybe it's not a hoax.

Maybe it's a decoy.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- OWEN: Judd, do you copy?
- JUDD (over radio): Yeah, Cap.

We need to get all these
people back inside now.

Are you giving the
all-clear, Cap?

OWEN (over radio): This
is not an all-clear.

This is a reverse evacuation.

Right now the safest places
people can be is inside,

behind those granite walls.

What's goin' on, Cap?

Just do it. Don't
cause a panic.

Alright, folks, thank you for
participating in the drill.

We're going to get everybody
back inside the building

in an orderly
fashion. Let's go.

Right this way, everybody.

FIRST RESPONDER:
This way, please.

(beeping)

(beeping continues)

JENKINS: Strand,
what are you doing?

APD gives the
all-clear, not Fire.

I don't think our safe zones
are very safe right now.

Well, I thought you said
that bomb was a fake?

That one inside, it is.

It's why he called it in.
He wanted us to find it.

So that we could
evacuate the building.

You think the attack's
happening out here.

That's impossible. The
grounds were searched

as soon as the call came in.

And then we shut down access.

Except for emergency vehicles.

JENKINS: Wait, you think there's
a bomb in one of the fire trucks?

No. An ambulance.

I saw a unit roll in here
about ten minutes ago.

Feel like something's
wrong with it?

Yeah, the driver came
in without a crew.

Do you know what number it was?

He was with the 115.

I'm on it.

Alright, we need all these
people back inside right now.

Let's back away. Back
in the building, okay?

Thank you so much for
cooperating. Thank you.

(timer beeping)

♪ ♪

Right now. Come
on. Back inside.

(phone buzzing)

Hey, Ty.

Owen.

We found Joanne and Jacob.

They've been held where
Andy's been living

in these stables out
near the Honor Dog ranch.

This crazy-ass kid
Mikey kidnapped them

and threatened to kill them
if Andy didn't cooperate.

Mikey? The one that
we saw being branded?

Yeah, he wouldn't
say anything to us.

Looks awful smug for
some son of a bitch

who just got shot
in the shoulder.

Now, Owen, Andy's
still out there,

- and he doesn't wanna do this.
- I know.

JENKINS (over radio): Hey,
Strand, cavalry's arrived.

- Whoa.
- Yeah.

Tactical Humanitarian
Operations Response Vehicle.

They call it THOR.

It's the Swiss Army Knife
of response vehicles.

Where'd we get it?

It came with him.

- Agent Chuck.
- CHUCK: Captain.

Good call getting all
these people back inside.

I'm told our suspect's here

somewhere in a
repurposed ambulance.

- So we think.
- THOR's drone just went up.

We'll have full situational
awareness in moments.

We're utilizing her private
wireless communications network

in case this thing
has a remote trigger.

Okay. When you find him
though, I need to talk to him.

Are you nuts? We find him,
we take him out, period.

He doesn't wanna do this.

He thinks his family is in
danger, and they're not.

I'm not concerned about him

or his family
right now, Captain.

Fine. I'll find him myself.

I can't guarantee
your safety, Captain.

Guaranteed safety's never
been part of the deal.

OFFICER: We're
processing signals.

Have disqualified 89%
of possible targets.

Another possible
target dismissed.

CHUCK: Damn it, Owen. He's
gonna get himself killed.

OFFICER: Got him.

Suspect vehicle located
south of the rotunda.

♪ ♪

OFFICER: Come on.
Let's go, move it!

Andy!

Andy, my name is Owen.

I'm here to help you.

I'm a friend of your Uncle Ty's.

I know who you are. Stay back.

You don't have to do this.

- He's gonna kill my family.
- OWEN: No.

Your family's okay.

I know that's a lie.

JOANNE (over
phone): Andy? Andy?

- Jo?
- JOANNE: Yeah. We're okay. We're safe.

Your uncle and another
police officer,

they saved us.
Mikey's arrested.

Please, baby, just
come home to us.

I love you. I love
you so much, baby.

Okay, it's over.
You can get out.

Take your hand
off the detonator.

Oh, man, it's too
late. It's too late.

What do you mean it's too late?

It's on a timer.

There's nothing I
can do to stop it.

Please. You need to run.

Andy, do the radios
or sirens work?

No, the thing's a shell.

It drives, that's
pretty much it.

Okay. Alright.
He's coming out.

He's coming out.
Everything's okay.

He's fine.

He's coming out.

Sir, but the timer.

OWEN: I need you to step out,

put your hands on your head

and do whatever they say.

- OFFICER 1: Hands up.
- OFFICER 2: Put your hands up.

- And get down on the ground.
- OFFICER 3: Hands, hands!

- Hands up!
- Hands, hands, hands.

Put your hands up and
get down on the ground.

What the hell? I thought he
just said everything's fine.

Yeah. Clearly not.

OWEN: I am on 15th Street,

and Colorado in a 115 ambulance.

I have an explosive
set to a detonator

timed to go off
in... 110 seconds.

That's not the call I
was expecting to get.

Owen, we gotta get you somewhere
with a lot of open space.

OWEN: That's why I'm calling. I'm
headed to Mount Cavalry Cemetery.

I need you to alert everybody
there to clear the area.

Uh-huh, Owen. I-35's too backed
up, you'll never make that.

I'm open to suggestions.

The parking lot next
to UT's stadium,

- there are no games today.
- OWEN: No.

That is too close to the dorms.

I got 7,000 pounds
of ANFO in here.

ANFO? You're absolutely sure?

I'm pretty sure.

Okay, then I need you to
take a right immediately.

No, but that's back into town.

Just do it, Owen.

Alright.

Now, take a right onto Trinity.

And a quick left on Congress.

(horn blaring)

Alright, I'm on Congress.

GRACE RYDER: Okay, now
I need you to gun it.

Grace, where the
hell am I going?

There's a boat
ramp into the river

six blocks from you.
You're going in.

ANFO goes completely inert

when it's submerged underwater.

Okay, Grace, I need a favor.

Yeah, anything.

Just say a little prayer that
nobody's using that boat ramp.

I will, and I'll say a
prayer for you too, Owen.

I appreciate that.

(sighs deeply) Oh, God.

(tires screeching)

OWEN: Oh, Grace, we're in
luck, there's nobody there.

Thank God you're still
in good standing.

GRACE: Okay, yeah, that's
really good to hear.

But you should be
jumping out, like, now.

Copy that.

(tires screeching)

(horn blares)

(explosion)

Thank God, another
two seconds...

Yeah, and half of downtown
Austin would be dead.

- Us too.
- (all laughing)

Why are y'all laughing?

Wh...

What are you laughing at?

I don't know.

Hey, what the hell is going on?

Ammonium nitrate doesn't
explode when it's underwater.

It... It converts into
laughing gas when it's heated.

- Oh!
- Probably from the detonator.

- Yeah!
- Hell, why do you know that?

You guys really need to
reread the manual again.

- It's in the manual!
- (laughing continues)

(screams)

Easy, man.

Alright? Look, I know
that was some BS,

but it ain't worth ruining
a perfectly good helmet.

How could they throw me out
for saying that we should

actually do what they
always talk about doing?

Dude, because that's
all they do is talk.

I-I mean, they play
dress-up and they talk.

I came here for a
lot more than that.

So what did you come here for?

To take action.

To wake people up.

You know how you wake people up?

With a loud noise.

ANDY: I was really
angry, but...

I should have just walked away.

But instead you entered into a
criminal conspiracy with him.

ANDY: It was the biggest
mistake of my life.

But by the time I realized
it, it was too late.

And at what point
would that have been?

Ho, ho, ho.

What the hell is this?

Christmas in July.

ANDY: What'd you do?

I took action.

(man grunting)

ANDY: Mikey!

Don't worry. He
didn't see my face.

ANDY: That's gotta be over
a thousand pounds of ANFO.

Oh, it's a lot more
than that, brother.

It's gonna change the game.

Come on, let's go.

CHUCK: So what happens next?

ANDY: I told him I
didn't sign up for that.

That I have a wife and
son to think about.

CHUCK: How did he respond?

ANDY: He threatened them.

He told me if I didn't go
through with it, he'd kill them.

And I knew after the
hiker, he meant it.

The hiker we found
near the exploded bus?

(explosion)

(panting) Hey. You okay?

- Yeah.
- What the hell are you doing here, man?

I really wish you
hadn't seen that.

(gun cocks)

(gunshot)

We should go.

ANDY: After that, it, it
all happened pretty fast.

He forced me to help him
pack the ANFO into beer kegs

to take out the clubhouse.

I packed the ambulance and
I took it to the Capitol.

Weren't you just
an eager beaver.

He had my family.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(softly): I know.

Anything else to
say, Mr. Pearson?

(sighs)

Yes. (sniffles)

I just wanna thank you.

All of you...

for saving my family.

And you.

For saving me.

Not just me, but
all those people.

If it weren't for you, it
would have been so much worse.

♪ ♪

How you holding up?

(sighs) I've been better.

Twenty-year plea.

He's gonna watch that
little boy grow up

from the inside a
prison visiting room.

At least he's gonna be
able to watch him grow up.

Without a father.

Just like Andy
didn't have a father.

Owen, I promised my
sister on her deathbed

that I would do what I
could to look after him.

I moved back to Texas.

Busted myself back
down to traffic cop.

None of it made a difference.

It made a difference.

He's alive.

And so's his son.

TY: Owen, I, uh...

Thanks for being
a pain in my ass.

It's what I do.

(sighs)

Hey, champ.

Come here. Give us a hug.

Ohh, yeah!

(knock on door)

TK: Dad?

I had a yen for Chinese.

- TK: Um...
- Wordplay.

I thought I'd surprise you.

Well, I'm certainly surprised.

I should have called first.

Don't be ridiculous, Owen.

You sure? You sure
I'm not intruding?

Sure, here, I'll get
you a glass of wine.

Hey, is that the place we used
to get takeout from with Mom?

Yep.

Son, have I told you recently
how proud I am of you?

Um... not recently,

but it hasn't been
an eternity either.

Well... I am.

Thanks, Dad.

Um, what brought this up?

OWEN: Well, just the
fact that throughout

all of our ups and downs,

you have never once tried to
blow up a government building.

(chuckles) Thanks?

I'll drink to that.

Mm. This is nice.

So, the wedding.

- Yeah.
- (singsongy) It's coming up.

- TK: Yes, it is.
- I have thoughts.

And here's what they are.

First of all...

There's always a
temptation, I think.

When it's your first wedding.

Hopefully there won't
be a second one, right?

But when it's your
first wedding...

(continues, indistinct)

♪ ♪

Captioned by Point.