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MAN ( over P.A. ):
Southbound train arriving,

one minute, Track One.

Southbound train on Track One.

( alarm blaring )

Freeze! Stop!

( screaming )

Stop! Stop running!
Stop now!

MAN ( over bullhorn ):
Hold your positions!

Exercise is terminated.
Hold your positions.

Hold your positions.
Exercise is terminated.

Good work.

We foiled a sarin attack.

Excellent job.

But my undercover sheriffs...

you would've done better

if you kept the bad guys alive,

get information...

So we're going to do it again.

Everybody get set up.

We're doing it again.
( alarm sounds )

( screaming )

Conductor, conductor,
open the doors, open the doors!

Conductor, open the doors now!

Everybody out! Out, out, out!

( coughing and gasping )

What have we got?

The guy in charge
of the drill called it in.

He didn't want to speak to me
until you got here.

Hey.

- James Grace, Homeland Security.
- Don Eppes, FBI.

So James, you want to give me
a little rundown here?

We were conducting
an anti-terror drill:

testing new bio-chem sensors
and our response.

At the end of the drill,

a few of the sensors
went off for real,

indicating that there was some
kind of release of toxin into the air.

Do you know what it was?

HAZMAT's identified it
as phosgene,

a relative of chlorine.

And what about all the people?

Everyone on the train were either
MTA employees or undercover cops.

I was told six of them went to
the hospital, but everybody's okay.

Wait, didn't we
get a memo, right,

that you guys
were planning more drills?

This was just our first one.

We got ten more in L.A.
the next seven days.

James, what the hell happened?

We don't know yet, Peter.

Special Agent Eppes,
Special Agent Reeves, FBI.

Peter Houseman, from Homeland
Security... oversees these drills.

Glad to have the Bureau's help.

What can you tell me?

I just got here,
but I can tell you,

I think you should put
your other exercises on hold.

Sorry, but that's not an option.

Not an option?

We've been planning these
exercises for the past year.

I've got drills in nine different
cities in the next six months.

We pack up now,
we won't be coming back.

Well, I understand that, but until
we find out what happened here...

We'll continue to run
these tests...

In L.A.'s local airport,
in the hospitals, in the harbors...

I'm not going to compromise
the safety of Los Angeles

because some janitor left
the lid off a jar.

Washington thinks the chances of
this being an actual terrorist attack

are slim to none.

I agree.

- And that's based on...?
- Logic.

Terrorists go after
maximum casualties.

They don't go after
anti-terror drills.

MEGAN: That is
one type of profile.

There are so many others.

You think somebody
did this deliberately,

it is your job to find them.

Oh, I'm sorry.

See, I didn't realize the FBI takes
orders from Homeland Security.

Fine.

You've got your work
cut out for you.

And I've got a job
to do of my own.

Your boss
always this reasonable?

He's right.

Stop the drills now,
it's like turning the Titanic.

The Titanic hit an iceberg.

We all use math every day.

To predict weather...

to tell time...

to handle money.

Math is more than
formulas and equations...

It's logic...

It's rationality...

It's using your mind to solve
the biggest mysteries we know.

Hey, Dad, you seen Charlie?

...right.

40 portable chairs,
a banquet table,

and an arbor.

For Saturday.

Okay, great.
See you then.

An arbor?

You're right,
that upstairs bedroom

would make
a great changing room.

Good.

- Val?
- Hey, Don!

It's been a long time.

Since high school graduation.

Look at you -- you look great.

Thank you. I think the
last time I saw you,

you were driving off
in that VW you had.

My clutch gave out
right by Ventura.

What's going on?

She's getting married.
Yeah, right here.

- Yup.
- Oh, you're kidding.

What, here at the house?

VAL: Yeah, my fiance and I
were planning a big June wedding

but then he just got transferred
to London this year,

and my mother, she flew
into a total panic...

Val's parents invited
us to the wedding

and I found out
what was going on.

They just sold their place and moved
into a one-bedroom on Wilshire,

so I said "What the hell,
it's no problem. Have it here."

- Sure, why not?
- Thank you.

- Wow.
- So, um...

you're an FBI agent.

Had to make amends somehow.

And what are you up to?

Pediatric surgery.

Yeah, she's a doctor.

Yeah, yeah.

Your dad was telling
me about Charlie...

The math rock star, huh?

No surprise there, right?

We always figured he'd do
something special.

You forgot that big fight
you had with your brother

when you invited Val
to the prom?

Come on, Dad, what are you
talking about a fight?

He was 13.
He was going to go out with her?

You'll forgive me if my
recollection is different from yours.

So, anyway, I hear
you two work together now.

Yeah, when I can find him.

Not that I don't want to reminisce,
but it's why I'm here.

Charlie was in the garage...

No, no, wait, I just saw him
go out front.

All right... hey,
great seeing you, Val.

You, too.

- You're gonna come, right?
- Umm...

- Absolutely. I wouldn't miss it.
- Good.

- Congratulations. You look great.
- Oh, thanks.

So, this is where all those
university research dollars go.

Everything you see here
came out of our own pockets.

CalSci's Mini-Bot "Chain Yank
and Crank" is next Friday.

LARRY: After five years
of ignominy,

the Physics Department has ascended
to the finals against Engineering,

thanks to Professor Charles
Edward Eppes.

CHARLIE: I just "free-styled"
Faraday's Law of Induction

to triple amp the armature coil
and maximize horsepower.

This thing's actually
going to pull the car?

LARRY:
Hm-mm... six feet to glory.

Let's do it.

- All righty.
- Guys, there's something else.

This is it.

Come on, come on, Physics
department.

All right, let's see.

CHARLIE: There it is.
There we go.

You see that?
It's moving!

( excited muttering )

Okay, halfway there.
Three feet. Halfway...

Come on, baby.

We did it!

( motor stops )

Sorry, guys.

This is like 1998
all over again.

Hey, did you see Val?

Yeah, yeah.

A doctor.

Well, her talents
always were in biology.

I take it you both knew
this woman?

We were all in the same class
in high school.

LARRY:
Oh, yeah.

I keep forgetting you
graduated the same year.

So you're not here
to talk about Val.

Yeah, right.

You know anything
about phosgene gas?

A diluted form of it was released
on the subway this morning.

Oh, my God.

We're trying to figure out
if it was an accident...

like, maybe a maintenance worker
mixing bottles together.

Phosgene's used in the
manufacture of dyes and pesticides.

It's in the chlorine family
and it is highly toxic.

Theoretically, it could be
accidentally produced by combining

certain cleaning agents
but that's...

that's very unlikely.

So, it probably
wasn't an accident?

CHARLIE: What was the
delivery mechanism?

Do you know if it was
an air duct or a canister...?

We don't know yet. Why?

Because when gas dissipates,
it leaves a trail behind.

You may be able to determine
the original release point.

And if we find that out?

You may find who released it.

Oh, looks like we got something.

The drill participants were all MTA
employees, or law enforcement.

MTA windbreaker's easy enough
to get your hands on.

So it looks like the guy dumped
this out here in the confusion,

and then walked away a new man.

DAVID:
Gas mask...

MEGAN: Is that a cafe latte
to go?

I love these things.

Looks like someone drilled
a hole in it

and then resealed it.

Well, now what?

Now, we buy Charlie a coffee.

These coffee drinks...
I've seen 'em.

Half my students suck down
one per lecture.

DON: Let me see it --
how's it work?

The can has an internal
heating system.

There's a button
on the bottom...

You press it... and water mixes
with quicklime.

It's highly exothermic,
and it can produce heat

as high as
140 degrees Fahrenheit.

And it makes
a really nice latte.

And quite
an efficient delivery system.

Here you go.

Kept at 48 degrees,

phosgene's a stable liquid.

Above that, it turns
into a potentially deadly gas.

This diagram illustrates gas intensity
levels throughout the subway car,

as measured by first-responders.

Now, using that data,
I was able to run

a Gaussian Plume
Dispersion Model...

a manner in which to determine
the pattern of the gas release.

Now, to the naked eye,

a gas release can appear
as one large cloud.

The gas will spread
from its release point

driven by air currents
to open doors and windows.

Obstacles in the path of the gas
will affect its dispersion.

One large cloud is actually
comprised of many separate plumes.

Using a generalized
diffusion equation

I was able to backtrack,

to find the origin point
of the gas release.

Your assailant released
the gas here --

precisely in the center
of the car.

Why right there?

Well, this placement allows
for the greatest dispersion.

See, this air ducts on
the perimeter,

there's no way
for the gas to vent out.

Right. Theoretically it was
released in a way to maximize deaths.

Remember, you said
the phosgene was diluted.

And it was, by mixing in a harmless
additive to negate its deadliness.

Someone with this type
of proficiency...

this wasn't a mistake.

Which means this person
could have taken lives,

but chose not to.

We know he deliberately chose
to target an anti-terrorism drill.

So we're talking about
a high-risk-taker,

with a thrill-seeking
disposition.

Right, it's like a game to them.

And most thrill-seekers
are adrenaline junkies.

So I'd say our guy's
going to strike again.

Only this time he'll need
to up the ante.

We're going to get ourselves
some real casualties.

Back to the office. Get that
memo to the director.

Mr. Houseman!

Look, I know you're not
going to want to hear this,

but I really think you're going to
have to put those exercises on hold.

I don't like having the same
conversation twice.

Neither do I, but that gas was
released intentionally, all right?

By someone planning
to do some serious harm.

And you know this how?

Among other things,
a mathematical analysis,

which I stand by.

Really? I've got
some math for you.

How about 52 killed
in a London subway?

- 191 in Madrid.
- Right.

Do I really need
to mention 9/11?

No, I get your point,
and here's mine, okay?

Because everything
we know tells us

whoever did this is
going to do it again

and the next time the gas
is not going to be harmless.

We've got chemical plants that
are exposed, we've got harbors.

Our food supply, water --

all very vulnerable to attack.

This city needs these exercises
to protect itself.

I understand that, but I'll
telling you right now,

if we don't stop them,
I am going on record

saying you're making a mistake.

And I think at the very least,

we should inform the people that
are partaking in these exercises.

And totally corrupt
the exercises.

That would accomplish nothing.

Look, Agent,

I've had some experience
making tough decisions like these

when I oversaw base security
as a consultant in Iraq.

The question is, would you rather
write two letters of condolence

or 200,000?

Hi, there, gentlemen.

What happened, Larry?

Charlie draft you into another
one of those investigations?

You're not going
to believe this.

Somebody attacked an
anti-terrorism drill on the subway.

Was anyone hurt?

No, fortunately
our budding terrorist

utilized a diluted form
of phosgene gas.

Hey, Charlie, you know,
I could use a hand

getting the yard ready
for the wedding.

Yeah, Don needs to figure out
what happened ASAP.

Come on, she was
your friend, too.

I guess this is what I get
for volunteering, huh?

Yeah, for volunteering
my house -- yeah, that's fair.

I'm providing house,
you provide labor.

I understand Don and Charles
went to school with this girl.

Oh, yeah.

Your friend Charlie

had quite a crush on that girl.

I was 13, and she
was my lab partner.

You weren't so casual
about it then.

Especially when Don took her
to the prom. Remember?

They actually had a wrestling
match about it on the lawn.

Isn't it nice having
a living history

of embarrassing moments
from my childhood.

No, no, no, I'm
quite enjoying the vision

of a young Charles Eppes
moved to violence by a girl.

Oh, he was moved all right.

You know what, can we...
can we...

Why are talking about this?

This is something
that happened...

I have work to...
we have work to...

We have to get work done.

Yeah. Well, I guess I have
to clip the hedges myself.

How'd it go with
Homeland Security?

It didn't.

The drills are going forward.

There are three tomorrow,
four the day after that.

Well, maybe keeping
the exercises in play is good.

It's limiting
the number of targets.

What do you mean?
There's ten all together.

We don't have troops
to cover all of them.

Maybe we don't need to.

Charlie can probably
help us out there.

- Gentlemen.
- What do you got?

Subway security camera
caught our guy on tape.

Witness saw him dump
his gear in a trash bin.

We ID'd him as
a Roger Holstein, 31

ex-army Special Forces.

Body art was the tip-off.

That tattoo right there?

That means he's
a C-T Team operative.

- C-T Team?
- Counter Terror.

They're soldiers trained to role play
our enemies and mimic their tactics.

Including terrorist simulations.

COLBY: They test the
security at military bases

and weapons stations
by staging mock attacks.

And the subway strike?

It's right out
of their playbook.

This guy Holstein,
he's been doing

the exact same kind of work
as a civilian contractor

since he was discharged
from the army.

They're last job
was two months ago.

His team staged a mock attack
on Mirabo Labs --

a private chemical facility.

What, you think that's where
they got the phosgene?

Yeah.

You say these guys usually
work together in teams?

Always.

Can you play back the tape?

Yeah.

And stop it right there.

Can you zoom in on his ear?

Mm-hmm.

Highlight that...
right there.

Whoa.

He's wearing an earpiece.

Holstein wasn't giving orders,
he was taking them.

And was this guy in charge of
the operation at the chemical plant?

No, it was another ex-army,
ex-C-T Team guy.

- You got his jacket?
- Yeah.

Glen Nash, former
Special Forces,

served in Iraq,
got a medal of valor.

Retired from army
service in '03.

Went into private contracting,
mostly overseas.

Except for a few jobs in the
States at places like Mirabo.

Jacket says he has
training in psy-ops,

cyber-warfare and
covert operations.

- Wow.
- What?

In 2002, when he
was still in the army,

he led a C-T operation that
penetrated security

at a naval base
and stole a submarine.

A submarine?

And he only had seven men
in his team.

All right, look, I want
his full background.

I want team photos, everything.

I want to know where he is now.

I mean, you tell me
they could steal a submarine

from a naval base
with seven guys?

Think how easy it would be
to attack a wide-open city.

When did you last see
your brother, Ms. Nash?

A couple of months ago.

He was in L.A. doing
some security work.

So I let him crash on my sofa.

In the morning he was gone...

no goodbyes.

Classic Glen.

Any idea where he went?

We're not that close these days.

Why is that?

Glen's changed.

You know, he served in Iraq.

Yeah, we looked
at his service record.

Glen lost men over there.

That hit him pretty hard.

That'll do that.

You were there?

Afghanistan.

Then you know.

Is my brother in
some kind of trouble?

Ms. Nash, right now we
just need to talk to him.

COLBY:
But sooner...

rather than later.

I wish I could help you.

Megan says the only way
we're going to stop these guys

is to catch them in the act.

You know what? I think
she might be right.

Well, Charlie, look, I want to stop
something terrible from happening.

You know, I don't want
to clean up after it.

I understand.

I'll apply Site
Percolation Theory.

Site Percolation Theory
examines how a suspect navigates

through a maze
of lattice points --

obstacles -- in order
to achieve an objective.

Come here.

Think of the exercise

like a pachinko game.

Our attacker is the ball
descending through the maze.

And the nails are like
physical obstacles --

alarm systems, locked doors.

The holes are security traps
laid in his path.

Now, our guy has to navigate
around the obstacles

and avoid security in
order to reach his objective.

A different pachinko game will
yield different lattice points.

Just like different exercises will
present different security measures.

Absolutely. Now, by
analyzing the choices

our attacker made that led him
to infiltrate the subway,

I may be able
to postulate an MO.

However, I'm going to need data
from the remaining exercises.

I'll talk to Homeland Security, sure.

Great.

Hey, did you hear
what Dad's doing?

Oh, my... He's too obsessed
with this wedding.

Honestly, seriously, he went out
and bought himself

a copy of Brides magazine.

Our little wedding planner.

He says because he has two sons,

this may be the only chance he'll
have to get to throw a wedding.

It's kind of weird Val getting married
at our house, though, don't you think?

Uh-huh. Even weirder,
because I liked her

and, you know, you took
her to the prom.

Come on, you're still
upset about that?

No, I...

Remembering that
brings back other stuff.

Like what?

Like what it was like to be

Don Eppes's 13-year-old
brainiac brother.

Come on, Charlie, don't start.

I mean, it wasn't
that big a deal.

Not for you, but high school
sucked for me, Don.

Man, I was a little kid.

Everyone was years
older than me.

And yeah, there was
this one girl

who didn't treat me
like I was different.

She was nice to me.

It was no easy trick being
your brother, either, you know.

You're five years younger than me,
we're in the same grade.

I'm like an idiot next to you.

So, I'm sorry if I was better
than you at something.

Whatever, man.
You're the one that asked.

So, predicting how Nash will
strike is only half the battle.

It's not going
to tell you where.

Well, can you tell us that?

No, but Nash will.

I'll tell you what.

Let me start by looking at
his military operations.

Then I think I'll be able
to tell you more.

- Okay.
- Okay.

We pulled jackets on the rest of
Nash's team from the Mirabo Labs job.

Now Holstein we know about.

The others are Jason Small,
demolition specialist,

and Henry Olerud,
electronics geek.

All right, well, let's say Nash
has put together a reunion tour

and he's targeting
the exercises.

That still doesn't tell me why
he's going after Homeland Security.

This might.

Nash has been working as a
contractor in Iraq this last year,

and the base he was working
out of was supposed to be secure,

but it wasn't.

In April they were hit
by suicide bombers

and he lost two of the men
on his team.

DAVID: But how is that connected
to Homeland Security, though?

Because the same lapses
in security that he saw there

he sees here now.

My guess is he's decided
to call attention to it.

How? By gassing the subway?

In his mind, he's found

a way to exert control over
a situation he was helpless in.

Emotions aren't rational,
Grangar.

Revenge is just an emotion.

I checked the background.

Nash's CT team fell
off the grid after Mirabo;

cell phones, bank statements,

credit cards,
it all stopped dead.

But wait.
He had a sister, right?

Who said she doesn't
know where he is.

Let's get her on surveillance.

I mean, if we don't find him,
he's going to find us, you know?

Mm-hmm.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Master plans for
the remaining exercises.

Thank you very much
for your cooperation.

I appreciate it.

I think you should
take a look at this first.

Our department keeps records
of all threats made

against Homeland Security
personnel or operations.

Nash, he sent letters
making a lot of noise

about how easy it would be to
trash Houseman's anti-terror drills.

I'd appreciate it if you don't
tell Houseman I gave you that.

Yeah, absolutely.

But why didn't he give it to us?

He doesn't like to respond
to what he calls idle threats.

I'm glad you don't agree.

I did my time in the army,
first Gulf War.

I've met men like Nash,
Special Forces.

My experience?

They don't bark
unless they intend to bite.

( knocking )

A new algorithmic
mapping system?

Mm. It's a seating map
for the wedding.

My dad finally found me
a job I can help him with

that's interesting
mathematically.

Yeah? Well, it seems
just a little elaborate.

Well, it is a complicated
series of evaluations;

dynamic traffic flow, graph
analysis, acoustic patterning.

Okay. You know, I tell you, none of
this explains why I always get stuck

sitting between the great aunts
and the cigar-smoking cousins.

Oh, diversions aside,

this case I'm working on
is presenting some difficulties.

Anything you hope to discern?

The pattern in Glen Nash's
past acts

are key to his target selection.

Yeah? Anything else
going on with you?

Hmm?

It's just the other day,
you know,

your father recalled
the amusing anecdote

of you and Don
fighting over the girl.

Yeah. What about it?

It's just that, you know,
you didn't seem all that amused.

There's some stuff between Don
and me that's not worked out.

Have you talked
to him about that yet?

No. It was high school.

Well, you know, sometimes,
the path to closure

is as elusive

as the path from row three
to row six.

It's certainly not as simple
as it appears.

People always desire to
have the best seat in the house,

which is the row directly
behind the families,

but no matter
how you map it out,

there's always going
to be some seats,

some targets...

harder to get to than others.

That's the commonality.

Out of 30 CT team operations,

all were against military bases
and high security labs.

But I know that in the military,

CT teams often choose
their own assignments.

It seems like Glen Nash made a point of
choosing the most unassailable targets.

Well, there's your pattern.

Megan, we ran an employment
check on Nash's former team.

Prior to Mirabo Labs,

Holstein, Small and Olerud
all worked jobs in construction,

home-building supply
and electronics wholesale.

That doesn't track.

Cowboys like this don't take
ten-dollar-an-hour McJobs.

These Special Forces guys
are trained to live off the land

and make use
of what's readily available.

Like turning a
convenience store item

like a cafe latte can
into a chemical bomb.

We figure maybe these
guys helped themselves

to some phosgene gas when they
were working at the labs.

Could be they chose the other worksites
for whatever else they needed to steal.

We should talk to their former employers,
see what else went missing.

Hey, where's Don?

He's with the Homeland Security
guys in the conference room.

Great, 'cause I think
I may have an answer for them.

After the first World Trade
Center attack in 1993,

mathematicians at the NSA
tried to predict

other attacks by evaluating
likely target choices

using a linear discriminant
analysis.

Agent Eppes,

am I here for a math lecture

or a substantive discussion of
the problem at hand?

Well, how about both,
Mr. Houseman?

Based on past acts,

I've deduced that Glen Nash

doesn't just prefer
hard targets,

he goes for the hardest.

The greatest security
challenges.

Given this fact,

I've applied my Linear Discrminant
Analysis to the ten remaining exercises.

And I've calculated threat assessments
based on a series of variables:

number of ingresses, egresses,
number of security cameras,

police presence, proximity
to the freeway and so on.

Now, from these variables,

I've rated the targets
from softest to hardest,

and I believe that
Nash's next target...

is City Hall.

We have an exercise there
tomorrow, 9:00 A.M.

So that gives us, what,
like, 11 hours.

Well, that's enough time
to run Nash's MO

through my Psych Percolation
Theory Algorithm,

and that may tell us
how he'll attack.

We have a breach at
the Homeland Security office.

MEGAN:
It doesn't make any sense.

The Homeland Security
office isn't a hard target,

and to strike two days
before a scheduled exercise

breaks Nash's MO.

Maybe he's telling us
we're on his schedule now.

- Nothing was missing.
- Security says no.

COLBY: Is it possible they're
trying to download plans

for the exercises and trigger
the alarm that way?

Tech guys say the firewall
hasn't been breached.

I want every inch of this
building searched again.

No one has entered, Peter.

Every inch, James.

And your guys didn't get anything
off of these video cameras?

Or the motion detectors.

So nobody actually made entry.

But they want us
to believe they did.

Why would Nash want to trigger
an alarm if his team never entered?

It's not a game if there's
no objective, right?

Right.

So tripping the alarm
accomplished what?

Well, it brought us all here.

Nash is trained in cyberwarfare.

He hacked into their system,
right?

But why? What's the point?

What if we're the point?

If he can hack into their
security system,

why couldn't he hack
into their video surveillance?

They're both on
the same circuit.

MEGAN: So he's watching us
through those cameras.

DAVID: Okay, he's watching
us do what?

He's watching us respond.

It's counter-surveillance.

The guy goes through
the trouble,

but why not just steal
Houseman's security plans

for the rest of the exercises?

Because then Houseman
might cancel them.

Our boy Nash wants to make sure
those exercises stay in play.

- As a target.
- Uh-huh.

Okay, thank you.

Hey, I just checked those other
jobs that Nash's guys had.

You were exactly right, there's
a bunch of stuff missing.

Blasting caps from a
construction site,

a pesticide called Cordex
missing from a home supply store.

A bunch of cell phones
from the electronics shop.

Palestinian suicide terrorists,

they use Cordex
to mix with explosives.

Plus blasting caps
and cell phones.

Nash is making a bomb.

DON: We're talking about
concrete evidence

that Nash and his men
have an explosive device.

MEGAN: And my psych workups
indicate that he's getting tired

of sending you messages
you don't listen to.

If we stop the exercise, we're
giving him what he wants.

And you don't and you are literally
daring him to cause real casualties.

I think we should listen
to what they say, Peter.

All right. We postpone the
exercises until you get Nash.

Tell our people to stand down.

That went a lot easier
than I thought it would.

You don't think a bomb going off
is enough of a motivator?

What part of his personality
says he can take a suggestion?

Okay, well, what's changed
since the last time we saw him?

The break-in
at Homeland Security.

He seemed pretty rattled.

Which we assumed was because
Nash hit him where he lived.

Think something else scared him?

Maybe.

- Hey.
- Hey, brother.

- What's up?
- Dad's lasagna.

It's actually worth digesting.

- Why don't you grab a plate?
- I'm good, thanks.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

What do you got there?

What is it, high school
yearbook? No way.

Yeah.

I don't remember you
being next to Val.

Yeah, Val Eng, Charlie Eppes.

I thought it was part
of a greater plan.

What? I ruined that?

What's your quote here?

"Eternal nothingness
is okay if you dress for it."

Oh, yeah, Woody Allen.
That's good.

I don't remember you
being all that funny.

Oh, and yeah, you were
hilarious, right?

Man, I totally didn't get you.

We totally didn't get
each other, did we?

No, negative.

We could have never done this
work together as kids.

No way.

BOTH:
Can you imagine that?

We're doing all right now,
right?

Somehow, yeah.
We're doing all right.

Charlie, look, you know,

if I did stuff that hurt you
when we were kids...

I'm sorry.

Thank you.
You don't have to...

I was 13.

Yeah, exactly.
You were 13.

She was, she was so hot.

She's still hot, man.

And just think how happy Dad
would be if one of us married a doctor.

I think he'd be happy if I
married someone with a pulse.

Nice point.

Hey, listen, so something Larry
said got me thinking about the targets.

Yeah, it doesn't matter 'cause
they canceled the exercises.

We're going to have
to catch Nash the hard way.

That's just it.

I'm not so sure
the exercises were the target.

- What do you mean?
- Come on, bro, I'll show you.

So I based my
Linear Discriminant Analysis

on Nash's past operations

which yielded a preference
for hard targets:

missile silos, and
battle command labs.

Right. Which is why you thought
he'd strike City Hall.

But in focusing
on Nash's patterns of behavior,

I overlooked something.

The subway, the office
of Homeland Security --

those are soft targets.

Which don't fit his MO.

So we've either been
looking at the wrong guy --

Or the wrong targets.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- MEGAN: Morning.
- Good morning.

Tape from the Homeland
Security office.

Yeah, I'm trying to see
what Nash was seeing.

He's watching us.

Right. That's us,
but watch Houseman.

He's checking out his laptop.

DON:
Look at his face.

Yeah, okay.

I see the eyes, the
jaw, the tension.

Something on that
screen scared him.

DON: What if Nash wasn't just
hacking into their security system --

what if he was hacking
into Houseman's computer?

So he wasn't watching us,
he's watching Houseman.

Whatever message he sent was
received loud and clear.

Wait, back up.

- A little more resolution.
- Yeah.

Whoa.

"K-I-A," that's
"killed in action."

He's talking about the
American troops killed in Iraq.

All right, call
Homeland Security.

Get a bomb squad over there.

Tell Houseman he's going
into protective custody,

and that's willingly
or unwillingly.

See, Charlie thought the exercises
weren't Nash's prime target.

So he's going after
Houseman, not the drills.

Houseman didn't show up
for work this morning.

They've been trying
to find him all day.

Surveillance just saw Nash
go into his sister's house.

All right, let's get over there.

MEGAN:
There is our guy.

All right, we go on my command.

Just hold.

Nash's sister.

All right, you two
deal with her.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Ms. Nash. Ms. Nash!
Come with me.

FBI! FBI!

Hey! Who called 911?

Get your hands up.
Get 'em up!

All right,
just stay cool, partner.

Everything's gonna be all right.

One more step, I'm gonna put
a hole right through you!

Step away from the door,
step away from the door.

Get down on your knees.

Down on your knees!

Hands on your head.

Check it out.

Get 'em on your head!

Most people use
a pot rack to hang pots.

- Where's Houseman?
- Who?

Where's the bomb?

( snorts )

You're sure asking a lot
of questions for someone

who's trying to make me think
you got all the answers.

Look, pal, you don't want
to mess with me.

It's over.
I'm your only hope.

It's never over, Agent,

not until the last man standing.

Hate to pee in your corn flakes,

but I don't know
where Houseman is.

I got nothing to do with this.

You had nothing to do with
threats against the exercises?

Freedom of speech.

I spent my adult life
defending the Constitution,

I figure I'm entitled
to use an amendment or two.

Hey, come on, don't cloak this
in the Constitution.

This is about your men
dying in Iraq, isn't it?

We pulled background checks on
the Homeland Security personnel.

You know that Houseman did
a consulting gig in Iraq

before he worked
for the department.

It was his team who drew up
the security plans for the airbase

where your team members
were killed.

Made a lot of money
doing it, too.

DON: You sent a letter to the
Pentagon -- they didn't listen.

Boy, I'll bet that
pissed you off, huh?

So you found another
way to be heard?

Did you ask your team to steal
phosgene gas from Mirabo Labs?

The same gas that was
used in the subway.

Hey, if that happened,
it wasn't under my order.

Oh, all of a sudden
you weren't in charge.

Now, why do I have
a hard time believing that?

After the Mirabo job,
we all went our separate ways.

I want to know where they are,

I want to know
where the bomb is,

and I want to know where
Houseman is,

and that's your only shot at
a deal, you hear me?

If I were in charge
of this operation,

we wouldn't even
be having this discussion

because there's no way
in hell a bunch of Feds

would've ever caught me, pants
down, at my sister's house.

I'm not that stupid.

We just talked to Nash's sister.

He hasn't even been in the
country for the last four weeks.

Where was he?

He's been in Mexico
in drug rehab.

I guess after what happened
in Iraq, he started using.

The rehab clinic confirmed Nash
has been there this entire month.

Yeah. Iraq
messed him up,

just not the way we thought.

All right, so
if not him, then who,

and, and why
are they after Houseman?

This Army file
may have the answer.

I just got to thinking,

who served Nash up to us as
a suspect on a silver platter?

Houseman's number two.
( phone ringing )

Eppes.

Nash isn't the only
ex-Army guy who lost men.

Different Iraq war, same story.

On our way.

- Houseman was just spotted.
- Where?

Homeland Security
with James Grace.

You sure Security's right?

There's no good reason
for Grace to be on the roof.

Okay, guys, I got him.

Grace, get your hands up.

I don't think so.

Get 'em up where I can see 'em!

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

I wouldn't get any closer
if I were you.

I got him on speed-dial.

All right, we're going to need a bomb
squad and we gotta set up a perimeter.

Aren't we in it?

We need a perimeter
around the building.

- There's a bomb on the roof.
- Roger that.

We've pulled your file,
Major Grace.

You were Special
Forces yourself. Like Nash.

Him and his team
served under you.

All those men were great men.

Is that how you're
gonna make your point?

You're gonna blow up
a bunch of FBI agents?

There's only one person here
that deserves a body bag -- him.

James, what the hell
did I ever do to you?

Me?

Nothing, but
those men in Iraq...

You let them think
they were secure...

and you're doing
the same thing now, here.

I'm just trying to protect
lives, the same as you.

How? By staging these drills?

Everything's pre-planned,
guaranteed for success?

You want a real exercise, Peter?

One with real risk?

You got one, right now.

That's what this is,
isn't it, Major?

An exercise.

I want him to feel what those
men felt in Iraq...

for real.

Then you've
accomplished your mission.

Let him go.

That bomb's not real, is it?

You think I would dishonor the
men that fight for this country

by killing a defenseless
man like him?

All right, relax.

- We're coming in.
- What?

Yeah, feel it,
Peter. Feel it.

( mutters nervously )

( yells )

Like I said...

it was just an exercise.

Yeah, I hope it was it worth it.

If it gets the message
through to people like him?

Absolutely.

( string trio playing )

Can I just adjust your tie?

You're acting like
I'm getting married.

Boys, boys.

How do you like
the flowers, hmm?

It's great, yeah.

I was thinking of getting
potted kumquats, but, uh...

Dad, whatever you did,
the place looks beautiful.

DON:
Absolutely. Good job.

CHARLIE:
You throw a great, wedding.

- Remember that, both of you.
- Oh, here we go.

Mr. Eppes?

I just wanted to thank you.

No, it's Alan,

and you look absolutely lovely.

- Well thank you!
- Huh?

Well, now...

It's a beautiful bride.

So where's the groom?

Uh... oh, Ben's over there.

I better get back inside
before he sees me.

- Catch up with you after?
- Hey, congratulations.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

He's a doctor, too.

So am I, Dad.

That's what I meant.

Are you Charlie Eppes?

Sure, why not?

I'm Bree.

Bree Eng?

Bree Eng?

- You're Val's cousin?
- Right.

Wow, you were so...
so little.

I'm not so little anymore.

I was looking for an escort.

Uh... Sorry.
Groom side.

Lead on.

Okay.

Your cousin looks beautiful.

Thanks. I know, I was there.

This one.

Thanks.

It was very nice to meet you.

Kid's gotta learn how to close.

Yeah, that's what he needs,
a seminar from the dateless wonder.

I don't see you
with a date, pal.

Who says I don't have a date?

- The caterer?
- Yes, the caterer.

- Nice.
- She has a daughter, too.

She's very cute.

I can take care of myself.

Take a look.
There she is.

Oh, that's her daughter?

Yes.

Oh... See, that's
food for thought.

She's cute.