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Lying lands you right here.
Smack dab in front of me.

When it comes to lying,
I'm your man.

That makes Dr. Lightman
very special.

So, since you dragged me
away from my work,

who can tell me what a lie is?

When my mom tells my dad
he's not getting a big belly?

Yeah. Right. We learn
to lie from grown-ups.

They think you don't notice,
but you do.

Most of the time lying is bad,

Even if you're doing
it for a good reason.

Life's easier
if you learn to tell the truth.

Lightman is miserable. What strings
did you pull to get him to do this?

I had Emily ask.
She tutors a couple of the kids.

Thought I could turn our class
problem into a teachable moment.

That'd be a help.

So, even if you're just thinking
of not telling me the truth,

I'll warn you. It's pretty hard
to keep a lie from me.

Go on. Go on, I dare you.

Clyde the turtle.

Which one of you stole Clyde the turtle
from miss Angela's classroom? Eh?

No takers?

All of you are innocent, are you?

We need to talk.

Boys and girls,

meet FBI agent Benjamin Reynolds.

Oh, hey, kids, how ya doing?

- Hi.
- Hi, agent Ben.

We need to talk.
Foster's waiting.

You, too. Come on.

All right.

Oh, and by the way,

whoever it is that stole
Clyde the turtle,

the turtle's...
they like lettuce,

Or is that tortoises?

I'm gonna work on that one.

Take a look at this screen.

This guy parked in front
of the treasury department.

That's like two blocks from here.

- How long's he been there?
- Little under 15 minutes.

Anybody consider this might
be a peaceful protest?

A crazy farmer named Harold Clark

Is driving up to Washington, D.C.
To blow you federal folks up.

He's got his tractor and trailer
packed with enough explosives

to blow up the whole town.

So not a peaceful protest then?

- Who's the caller?
- We don't know yet.

Call was relayed,

but the subscriber didn't
convey. We're waiting to retrieve it.

Is there anything else?

- The fact that he actually has a bomb?
- That's what we need you all for.

So the question is,
is the threat real or is it a hoax?

- We need to get these kids out.
- We're not doing that.

Protocol is anyone
within the bomb radius

stays inside, away
from exterior windows.

In situations like these,
more people are killed

By flying glass
than the blast itself.

Plus, this guy, may be
waiting for people

to evacuate just so he can trigger it.
So, everyone, including those kids,

is staying right here
until we can figure this thing out.

I was hoping you were
going to say that.

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I've got us tapped
into the bureau's cameras.

Tight as you can.

Tighter.

All right.
Come on, come on.

So, what do we know?

It's like the caller said,
the guy's name is Harold Clark.

He has... well, he had a family farm
right outside Fredericksburg, Virginia.

- But it's now in foreclosure.
- He definitely seems agitated.

No, he's anxious.

Which I might be if
the President didn't take my call.

You know that's not gonna happen.

No, what I'm saying is I'm not
seeing mad bomber anxiety here.

Do you have agents
going on to this guy's farm?

- Yeah, from richmond.
- Where's Torres?

Do you think she's ready
to handle this?

No, but we seem to be under lockdown,
I will lower the bar. Where is she?

Helping set up her
cousin's Quinceanera.

Ah. Well, hold the cake.

Let's send her down
to the farmhouse.

Let's see what his family thinks
of this little field trip.

- What about the kids?
- I'm all over it.

OK, you guys, let's go. Quietly.

Wait. Come here, you.

Hand it over.

Yeah. Nice try, son.
That's how I got it.

We need you all in
the conference room.

- Why?
- Because it's awesome.

Come on.

Go after him. Go on.

Let's go.

- Is something wrong?
- We have a bit of a situation.

We just need you all away
from... any windows.

Hey, 8 third-graders
in a room with no toys and no puppies?

It's going to be chaos.

Speaking of puppies,
you like kids, don't you?

Boys and girls, this
is crazy uncle Loker.

He's going to be continuing
our education on lying.

- For how long?
- As long as it takes.

Torres is on road.

This is my boss, Asac Steele.

Dr Cal Lightman.

Bill Steele. Thanks for
letting us set up here.

All right, my office,

my science you're obviously after.

It's under my command. OK?

Where are we doing this?

I have some information
you need to hear.

All right.

Optical chemical sensors
are picking up traces

of ammonium nitrates
and diesel fuel from the trailer.

Aren't those pretty standard
farmyard smells?

Yes, but he could also have
an ANFO bomb big enough

to take out several blocks
of downtown D.C.

Collateral damage-wise there's
a pretty strong case here

for death by sniper,
wouldn't you say?

I mean, you only need to be
30% sure he's got a bomb,

then just kill him,

taking one human life

By saving thousands of others...
Including those kids in there.

You're the expert. That's
the call you're going to have to make.

What? Do I look like
an FBI puppet to you?

Your offices, your command,
you're the one who said that.

Yeah, I did say that.

All right. No, thanks.

Come on, look, look, look.

My boss is a really good guy,

But not equipped to figure
this thing out the you are.

We need to know.

Does that guy have
a bomb in a trailer or not?

All right.

If I'm going to do this,
I'll need to deal with him personally,

- can you put me through?
- We have our own negotiators.

Bombers have a messiah complex so...

Avoid discussion of the bomber's
present crisis,

in order to prevent him
from exercising his god-like

power to destroy and kill...

Yeah. I wrote that bit
in the manual.

Is that true?

Well, when you're ready...

All right.

Hello.

Harold, I'm cal Lightman.

Do you have the president with you?

Not right now,

But I'm calling at his request.

Call me back when you got him.

What do I know?

- Yes?
- Mary Clark?

Who are you?

May we come inside, ma'am?

My friends are here.

Oh, this won't take long.

We are live outside the
treasury department annex

In northwest Washington, D.C.
Where a disgruntled...

Has Harold ever talked about taking
action against the government?

- Mrs. Clark?
- He complained,

you know, like everyone
else about taxes and the economy.

I can't believe he's up there
in damn D.C. with his tractor.

You did not know that he
was going to go do this?

He talked about, um...

Maybe going up there
with a megaphone...

And calling out them bastards in the
treasury department, but not this.

It sounds like Harold's
pretty angry.

You're damn right he's pissed.

They took his family farm.

Three generations, they had it.

Ma'am, it's not a huge leap
from anger to violence.

Does he have a bomb in that trailer?

You listen to me.

Harold and I have been together
since sophomore year in high school.

I know this man.

He would never hurt anyone.

You didn't answer.

No, he doesn't have a damn bomb.
He just...

He just wants to talk
to the President.

You don't believe that.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have
fear all over your face.

I'm not afraid of what
he's going to do.

I'm afraid of what you all
are going to do to him.

So, unless you have
a search warrant to be here,

I'd really like it
if you'd leave my home.

- I can get a warrant in 10 minutes.
- Then get it.

Reading emotions helps us
discover lies.

Who wants to tell me what
emotion this person is feeling?

This one and that one.

Contempt.

I don't think they
know what that is.

Is this really science?
It seems dumb.

We were supposed to
leave half an hour ago.

- Why are we still here?
- Now's when we have music class.

- Isn't this better than music class?
- No.

Dr. Cal!

They want to know why they're here
Instead of music class, as usual.

It's my fault. I told your bus driver
to pick up friends at the airport.

And the plane was late, so he's stuck
there, waiting for them. Sorry.

Are you allowed to do that?

I got permission
from your principal.

You know, someone in here
is definitely lying

about Clyde the turtle.
I can smell it.

Loker, get your guitar,
entertain the troops.

Oh, it's Torres. Hey.

I spoke to Harold's wife.
She's definitely hiding something.

- Did you ask her about the bomb?
- She doesn't believe he has one.

Who ever heard of a husband
keeping secrets from his wife?

The only thing I know for sure is
she doesn't believe he's violent.

Well, keep after it, all right?

Hello?

Harold, I've got a question.

Call me when you're ready to
let me speak with the President.

He wants to know about what.

Is it global warming?
Death penalty? What?

I want to talk about our tax
money being sent overseas

or bailing out banks,

but letting our farmers
choke on their own crops.

Somebody's got to stand up.

All right.
I'll pass that on.

In the meantime, could you
answer a question for me?

What is it?

All right. What kind of bomb
are we talking about?

What?

There's a rumor
that you're sitting on a bomb.

Is this you trying
to change the subject?

No, we spoke to your wife.
She was a little off.

I want the President.

Let me replay that.

What?

When you asked him if he had a bomb,

the left side of his lip tightened.

It's contempt.

- He's being deceptive.
- So you're giving us the green light.

What is it with you?

Why is it always red or green?

You want me to do what?
Pull the trigger?

Wait, let me explain
something to you.

I'm trying to save innocent
lives, your included.

All right?
There are no easy choices here.

So let's all act like grownups,

make the hard choices,
and salvage what we can.

Right, well, what I'm telling
you is that

he's being deceptive,

in his denial of having a bomb.

I don't know yet
what that means exactly.

It's good for me.

Do it and I'll prep the snipers.

So once you're in place,
concealed, and on target, sound off.

Let's follow all protocols on this.
No happy triggers.

Roger that, sir.

Do you guys have to
do this in the lobby?

We've got kids we've
managed to keep in the dark so far.

Until I give the word,
you are not authorized to shoot

Unless someone's in danger.
You got that?

- We'll be waiting for green light.
- Then get going.

Yes, sir!

A little mood lighting?

The ballasts on
the fluorescent lights interferes

with our video and
encrypted radio communications.

All right, we're good to go.

Now you've got some semblance
of a rapport with harold.

Keep him distracted
while the snipers move in, OK?

Oh, that's nice.

Remind me to renegotiate
my contract with you.

- We appreciate what you're doing, doc.
- Yes, I know you do.

- Hello?
- Harold. Me again.

I spoke with the president's office.

- When can I talk to him?
- You need to promise me,

that no one's gonna get hurt.

I don't want anybody to get hurt.

That was genuine.
So I'll work with that or I'm done here?

I believe you when you say that,
But I don't think you're telling me

the whole truth about the bomb.

Quit stalling.

Did you tell the president
what I wanted to talk about?

Yeah, I did. I told him.

But he wants to know what it is
that you want him to do.

I'll tell him on the phone.

Is your wife involved in this?

No, no, this is all me.
Quit playing games.

Right.

OK. Seats for,
we're going to have a concert.

How dangerous is it out there?

How dangerous is it in here?

I don't know.

But I trus Lightman, and it's my job
to keep these kids from freaking out.

What if their teacher
is freaked out?

Well, I'll help her, too.

But you've got to help me
with them first, OK?

Who knows the words to
"puff, the magic dragon"?

My mom said that song's
about illegal drugs.

I don't think that's ever
been definitively proven.

- Sniper teams moving in position.
- All right. Copy that.

You can go ahead and try engage him.
We're ready.

You have the president?

All right Harold,
a little reality check here.

Your situation is veering
from bad to worse by the minute.

I'm getting cold, and I'm getting angry.
I don't want to talk to you anymore.

Well, that's unfortunate,
because I'm the only person here

who has any desire to talk to you.

I just want to talk
to the president.

Let's start with the truth then.

What kind of bomb
are we talking about?

The bomb is rigged.

- How?
- It just is, OK?

If you do anything to me,
you try to hurt me, the bomb goes off.

And if I don't speak
directly to the president

before the sun goes down,
the bomb goes off!

Look, man, all that can be avoided
if you just have the president call me.

- Is he telling the truth?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I believe he is.

But he's also showing fear.

It's the kind of fear that you get
when someone's got a gun to your head.

Believe me, I've seen that.

You know what, zoom into
that tractor seat. Go ahead.

Yeah. Lower.

Lower, lower,
keep going, keep going.

Keep going.
Right ther!

Oh, god.

We didn't see it before
because his jacket was in the way.

Sniper one to base.

Sniper teams in position.
We're waiting for green light.

Just hold your position, sniper team.
You are not cleared to fire. Stand down.

Sniper one is clear. Standing down.

If this guy has a detonator
switch on his seat and if we fire,

that might detonate the bomb.

Let's use an LVB water disrupter.

Is that what I think it is?

It's a bomb we bring in
to kill his bomb.

Oh, this is just getting
better and better.

I found something on the 911 call
you should hear.

There's a crazy farmer named Harold
Clark driving up to Washington D.C.

to blow you federal folks up.

One more time.

There's a crazy farmer named Harold
Clark driving up to Washington D.C.

to blow you federal folks up.

All right,
just that last little bit.

Blow you federal folks up.

- Do you hear it?
- Yeah, he's smiling.

- What?
- The inflection of his voice

changes cause smile changes sound

of your voice by shortening
the voice resonance chamber.

He's smiling as he says
"blow you federal folks up."

Wait, you can tell someone's
smiling by listening to him?

You can't. We can.

He know something you don't
and he's laughing at you.

- So what is this, a practical joke?
- No, I think he's telling the truth.

He finds some kind
of sick humor in this.

- He may be connected to this.
- Yeah.

Harold is not working on his own.

We need to find this guy quick.

All right, yeah.

- Good, we're running out of time
- No, I get it, I do.

You're looking for someone to blame
in case this thing goes south.

That's why you set up
your command center in my office,

effectively putting my
finger on the trigger.

What do you say we make sure
before you go ahead and kill him?

Are you done?

Cause constitutionally speaking,
you don't have to be right

to use deadly force,
we just have to be reasonably sure.

And in a world full
of bombs and lunatics,

sometimes there's no room for
scientific certainty.

You're so scared of making huge mistake,
you're prepared to make a smaller,

yet potentially still tragic one.

You want this to end peacefully?
Give me proof and allow me to do that.

The 911 caller was just
id'd as Ron Jackson.

White male, 38,
lives near Harold in Virginia.

Boss, we've got time.

We should get Torres and one
of your agents over there right now.

In this situation stalling
and not making a decision

is same thing as making one.

I want to be certain of the truth
when I make my decision.

You better make it soon

The clock is ticking on that bomb.

Bomb? What bomb?

He had to go to the bathroom.

You're a big kid, right?

You're not going to turn into one of
them whiny little cry babies, are you?

All right.

Here's the truth,

Not far from here there's a man
who says he's got a bomb.

He's trying to get
some people's attention.

Now, maybe he has
and maybe he's lying.

But, in the meantime, you and
your mates, You're going to stay here,

just to be on the safe side.

You got it? All right.

Now, it's my job
to find out what's what,

with this maybe / maybe-not
bomb type thing.

And I'm excellent at my job,
just ask Loker here.

And it's your job to be
a top-notch third-grader.

You up for it?

Huh?

You up for keeping this
a secret from your mates

So that they don't get all,
scaredy cat on you?

Good. All right.

Go pee then.

Excuse me.

- What can I do for you?
- I'm looking for Ron Jackson.

Is he your husband?

- Don't remind me.
- Wait, ma'am.

FBI.

Where is he, ma'am?
We need to talk to him.

Sorry, I thought you all
were bill collectors.

Where's your husband, ma'am?

Honestly, I got no idea.
What's he done now?

You know Harold Clark?

Yeah. I guess everyone
knows Harold now.

- How do you know him?
- Him and Ron run a farmers' co-op.

They mostly get together, drink,
and bitch about things.

All right if we take
a look around, ma'am?

Yeah, we ain't got nothin' to hide.

Blasting caps for bombs.

All right, look, just hear me out, OK?
Maybe Jackson was an accomplice,

but he got cold feet, decided
to call 911, and give up the whole plot.

That doesn't explain
the smile behind his voice.

- What is that?
- Oh, that.

That's how these boys
plan to win this.

- It doesn't look like much, but!
- Here's the deal, OK?

We're going to place that container
of water near Harold's bomb.

There's a large quantity of C4
in the middle of the container,

which we will then detonate,
sending the water out at 72 million psi.

It will disrupt harold's
bomb before it can explode.

- And Harold's birdfeed.
- He won't even know what hit him.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

What is that thing
coming towards me?

It's an X-ray machine,

we needed to map the bomb so we can
figure out a safe evacuation plan.

Tell me about Ron Jackson.

You know about ron?

Better still, tell me how
to disable the bomb so nobody gets hurt.

I don't,
I don't know how to stop it.

It's not my bomb.

Whose is it?

Is it jackson's?
Is he pulling the strings?

I shouldn't even be talking to you.

He'll kill her if I tell
you guys anything.

Kill who?

Look, you might as well tell me.
It's just us on the phone,

all right? I mean...
You're already in a very bad spot.

You do know that, don't you?

They have someone
in my house with my wife.

They're going to kill her
if I don't go through with this.

I don't know what else to do.

He's telling the truth.

The Washington MPD
has coveraged 12 blocks area...

- It's us. Are you at the clubhouse?
- Yeah, I'm working through.

- Where's agent Irving?
- He's doing the search of the bar.

Give simple answers and don't let anyone
think what you're saying is important.

Is there a man there named Dave Miller?
He would've been there all day.

I'm going to call Irving
and tell him to get in there.

This man is probably armed
and he's willing to kill.

I did not know that.

He's there as a threat against the wife
to force harold to go through with this.

- That would certainly explain...
- The fear you saw earlier.

OK, well, that sounds fun.
Hopefully, I can get tickets.

Reynolds has been on with agent Irving.
He's on his way. Just sit tight.

Cool. Let me know how it goes.

Shouldn't be more than a few minutes.
We'll get out of here.

What were they saying about harold?

Find out what kind of bomb it is?

No, no.

But I do have some bad news.

I don't think they're going to let
Harold talk to the president.

- Probably not.
- But I think I have a solution

To this whole thing and
you two know him well,

Obviously, so let me
just run it by you.

I have a friend who works in assemblyman
kincaid's office.

Maybe I call in a favor and
he can talk to Harold.

That's, uh... that's not
really the same thing.

But at least it's a phone call with
someone who works in the government.

Lady, quit wasting our time.

That's kind of the point, actually.

Put your hands over your head.

People lie all the time.
It must make you pretty cynical.

Sometimes, but you get to
see the truth occasionally.

Truth is, I'm really
scared right now.

I know.

Me, too.

Well, a little bit.

I just... I want another
chance, you know?

I'd do things different.

Is that a stupid thing to say?

No, not at all.

Oscar's acting weird.

Oscar, you OK?

Hey.

You know, when I was your age,

I had a crush on this
girl... older woman, really...

Sixth grader.

I was always worrying about it,
stressing out about it,

And then I realized there
was nothing you can do.

So, sometimes, when
there's nothing you can do,

You just have to believe
everything is gonna be OK.

And you write a song.

Can't be worried and write a
song at the same time?

I mean, you look to me like a guy who
can write some fantastic rhymes.

Am I right?

I can tell that about you.

I can see it on your face.

So, let's give it a shot.

Your wife and your son
are safe, Harold.

Thank you.

Tell me about Jackson.

I don't know. He just put me in this
tractor and he told me to drive here.

He said if I got out of the seat,
it would trigger the bomb.

And he didn't mention
any other plan to you.

No, nothing.

I mean, I knew that he was
even angrier than I was.

But I never thought in
a million years he would...

I'm a dead man.

Can I speak to my wife?

Yeah I'll work on that for you.

Sit tight, harold, all right?
I'll get back to you.

You've to call off the disrupter charge
Until we can figure out what's going on.

Harold is just a pawn.

IRA used to do the same thing.
They'd coerce civilians to do the work.

There's nothing we can do for him.
He's sitting on a bomb we can't defuse.

Look, if he moves, call me back.

Jackson just turned his phone on.
We triangulated it to 15th and I street.

Hey, that is,

right here,
Just outside the blast radius.

And near the hotel where secretary
Dobbins is holding his economic summit.

Jackson's credit card
was used to rent

- A white box van 4 hours ago.
- All right, I'm headed over there now.

Remind me what this guy looks like?

- Let's get that out to all units.
- He's not gonna look like that.

I mean, he's probably gonna
be disguised or something.

You need to look for the posture
And the gaze of a... Terrorist.

- Why am I telling you this?
- Why don't you just come with me?

Take a look at that...
white box van, no plates.

Suspension's maxed out.

Yeah.

So the terrorists have
their own delivery vehicle.

This takes me back.
He's gonna want to hide in plain sight

Could be in that crowd over there.
So he can keep an eye on his van.

Yeah, on the target.

You know how it is.

What happens if we spot him?

- That's the signal.
- All right.

Yeah, give me the bomb squad.

Hey, Jackson.

We've got Harold's
wife and son. They're safe.

You got the wrong guy.

You're Ron Jackson, right?

You've got a bomb in that van
back there.

Answer me.

What about harold's trailer?
Is that just a decoy?

Answer me!

I know that's the trigger.

Jackson, put the phone down!

Put it down!

FBI!

All right, so you're all
officially songwriters now.

Nice work, and I want to thank Oscar
for these great lyrics.

- My pleasure.
- All right, here we go. And...

sing your part.
Help me out,

all right? Good.

I say I'm 10 when I'm 9 and a half

my uncle tells a joke
and I try to laugh

in gym I fake a headache
when I want to quit

I say I love the sweater
that my grandma knit

but that's a white lie

white lie

that's the kind you want
to tell, a white lie

white lie!

So you're mom won't have
to yell, a white lie

white lie!

Everybody does it 'cause
it feels all right

and it's more polite

but a lie's still a lie,
even when it's white

Here you go.

I pretend I'm asleep
when my dad walks in

I said I ate my chicken
but I just ate the skin

your face can say you're lyin'
when your mouth says you're not

your peds are on fire
but they're not too hot

- when it's a white lie
- white lie!

It's the kind you want
to tell, a white lie

white lie!

So you're dad won't have
to yell, a white lie

white lie!

Everybody does it 'cause
it feels all right

and it's more polite,
but a lie's still a lie

even when it's white

while it might be hard
to say what's true

would you want a white
lie told to you?

- But that's a white lie
- white lie!

That's the kind you want
to tell, a white lie

white lie!

So you're mom won't have
to yell, a white lie

white lie!

Everybody does it 'cause
it feels all right

and it's more polite

but a lie's still a lie

even when it's...

white

Good work.

- Command post.
- We've got Jackson and the bomb.

Things are about to get
wrapped up here, too.

Did you get Howard out
of the tractor yet?

I can't risk the lives
of my bomb techs on this.

There's no telling how many booby
traps there are in Harold's device.

- Boss, listen...
- Look, Ben,

you did a great job?
But we're proceeding. I'm sorry.

If there are other
out there, they find out Jackson's dead,

They'll push the button
on Harold's bomb.

Hey, when I asked jackson
about harold's bomb, right,

He was defensive.
He was bluffing.

Can you tell me with 100% certainty

that there's no bomb on
Harold Clark's trailer?

Not yet.
Give me time.

We're out of time.

Hello?

Harold, we've got
Jackson and Miller,

And we took care of Jackson's bomb.

How's my family?

They're doing fine.

Thank you...
For saving them.

I can't take credit for that,
but I'll pass on your thanks.

The FBI still thinks you
have a bomb in your trailer

And they want to disrupt you
with an explosive device that could

kill you in the process.

I understand.

Harold, did you ever see the bomb?

Or were you just told
about a dead man switch?

I heard the click of the switch.
I never saw the bomb.

Ron said that he would
call and tell me how

to diffuse it if I just stalled
you guys long enough.

- That's not good enough.
- Yeah, no, I get it.

Look, they should go ahead
and do it,

just to be sure.

There are too many people around here,
and if there is a bomb in my trailer...

I'd rather die than

than live knowing I may have
killed other people.

Yeah, we're not there yet.

Please, just let me talk to my wife
before they do it, though.

Please? So I can just say good-bye?

Honey, I hope you can forgive me.

What are you talking about?

I love you.

I have always loved you.

And I want you to...

I want you to give bobby
a big hug for me.

I want you to tell him
that I am sorry.

I've always been very proud to
have you as a husband, Harold.

Let's do it.

You know, you should leave
if you don't want to see this.

- It's about bloody time, Torres.
- I got it.

- It should be ready to pull up.
- All right.

- And?
- I think you're right.

Is there a bomb in Harold's trailer?

- Yes, there is.
- Why should I believe you?

Ron wanted to kill the secretary
of treasury and all those money men

when they evacuated.

Even if that didn't work, he was going
to have Harold's bomb blow

just to get the message across.

So, yeah,

Harold's got a bomb, all right.

- You see that?
- I see it.

Right, he's lying through his teeth.

I mean, their only hope
of collateral damage

Is if the FBI
blows Harold up for 'em.

I mean, you're the puppet now.

No. I can't take that chance.

I'm going to see Harold.

Ihave to go with Lightman.

I said no.
I can't allow it.

Look, you asked me to make the call?
Well, now, I'm making it.

- There is no bomb in that trailer.
- If you're wrong, it's your ass.

Well, if I'm wrong, in 5 minutes,
I won't have an ass, will I?

- Are you telling me you're 100% sure?
- Yes.

But...

I'd clear the area,

you know?

Just in case I'm wrong.

Hey, harold.

Hey, how ya doin'?

I'm Cal Lightman.
We spoke on the phone earlier.

You're safe now.
You can come on down.

- Are you out of your mind?
- No, not right now,

but, in a couple of hours,
I'm gonna be really

very drunk.

Well, what about the bomb?

There is no bomb.
It's safe.

There's a bomb.
I heard a click.

Harold, this is probably your one and
only chance to walk away from this.

So, if I were you, I'd
definitely step on down.

Careful.

Here, let me give you a hand.
You're all right.

There ya go.

All right.

Don't go near that one
because that one is a bomb.

- Hey, what are you doing?
- Hang on a minute.

Good work.

Nice work.

No? OK.

I'm the one who stole clyde.

Oh, I know.

He's a turtle and he doesn't
like being in the classroom

At night all by himself.

I took him home
so he wouldn't be lonely.

OK. You know, I think that Clyde
likes being on his own at night.

I think he enjoys the quiet.

I say you bring him back into school
tomorrow, all right?

To the classroom.
But you sneak him back in.

No one needs to know a thing.

I think I should tell miss angela.

Really?

Oh, good girl.

I might have a job for you one day.

All yours.

Get out.
Don't miss your bus.

Go on, you guys.
I'll be right there.

Well, there's a first
time for everything.

You all right?

Anyone want a drink?