It's Valentine's Day.
And this is Mr. Key on KPGB...
reminding you to snuggle up close to that special someone.
Thanks for the reminder Mr. Key.
This one's from Neil in Studio City going out to his girl, Patrice.
Ah, isn't that a great song?
Thanks for keeping it tuned to KPGB on this Valentine's evening.
In local news, emergency crews are on high alert...
after three unrelated explosions that rocked the south land.
Early reports indicated that there are no casualties.
In other news...
Go! Go!
Hurry.
Hold it! Freeze!
Freeze!
What kind of pig are you, homes? That ain't no LAPD badge.
Bureau of Postal Inspection. You're both under arrest for violating.
And I'm not a mailman.
Annie, I hope your meeting went well.
I'm in the file room getting caught up.
Your messages are on your desk.
The Lieutenant Governor's office called to confirm for Thursday.
And your tickets for the hockey game are in the manila envelope.
And since when do you like hockey?.
And who's the secret admirer?.
I'm thinking maybe he's the hockey fan.
If you need me, you know where I am.
The fool that lives right there? He's a real pendejo.
Yeah, so you blow up his mailbox three times in a month?
Man he run over my homeboy's bicycle.
He ain't gonna pay for nothing.
Why don't you put nails in his driveway or something?
Just leave his mailbox alone and get out of here.
I don't want to see you around here again. Go!
Damn!
Oh my God.
Attention all emergency units.
We have an explosion on 4th & Figueroa.
Please respond. All units please respond.
This is Sky 4. We are on our way.
Station seven.
The location, traveling eastbound on Olympic.
Oh shit.
Are you all right?
Oh shit.
-You! Come here! -You can't stay here.
You got to take care of this guy. I'm gonna go look for others.
-We've got one down. -Okay, I got it.
Let's pull back.
The gas line. Clear the building!
We need another hose!
He's looking pretty bad. We need to carry him out of here.
-Where's the other team? -You guys all right?
-We're fine. -Sure?
-Sure. -See if anybody else needs help.
Get everybody out!
-What the hell are you doing her? -I'm fine, and how are you, Jack?
Shit! Hell of a thing!
We knew they'd strike again. It wasn't a matter if just when.
Is that what they're calling this? A terrorist attack?
A skyscraper, explosion, pretty simple math nowadays.
So how long were you in there for?
Less than ten minutes. Smoke started to get to me.
Did you see anything?
You can't see in there.What I saw here. lnitial blast burned white.
-I'm talking... -Magnesium?
You boys are here quick. LAPD already called you in?
Nope.
That would be the man.
He's in town for the world cup of hockey next week.
Captain.
I want this perimeter widened to a six block radius.
You got it. I want two units four blocks north.
You find a news crew, you find Bob Brickland.
Director Brickland, can you confirm that there was a bomb?
I have a brief statement.
And I won't be taking any questions at this time.
As you are aware a little over an hour ago...
there was an explosion in the building you see behind me.
Director of Domestic Security.
Acting Director. He still has to be sworn in by the Senate.
Yeah. Slam dunk.
He's ruffled lots of feathers to get there. It could go any way.
Prickland has more friends than a 100 dollar bill in a whorehouse.
Easy tiger.
Oh great. Look who's coming.
This could get ugly.
-Forrester! -Agent Dreyer.
LAPD said there was an eyewitness.
I'm gonna go back in the building now. Where it's safe.
-Happy Valentine's Day. -What about my eyewitness?
That would be me.
-Beau? Jesus Christ. -Great to see you too, Jane.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm just a little surprised. Okay?
How's the Bureau of Postal Inspection treating you?
I love being a Postal Inspector. It's basically a nonstop joyride.
How about we pretend we like each other and you help me with my job?
I mean, I can't tell you how warm and fuzzy that idea makes me feel.
Stoddard. I don't have the world's greatest memory.
But, I swear I did not request the services of the... What is it?
-Postal Investigations? -It's great to see you, too.
-You're looking better than ever. -Really?
Is that a genuine Presidential pin?
And I'm betting you didn't just buy that online, did you?
Look...
Director Brickland, look this way, sir!
Would you be kind enough to escort ex-agent Stoddard to his vehicle?
-Let's go, Stoddard. -There's no need. I'm outta here.
Yeah, we'll miss you.
Let's get employees lists. Client lists.
I want to know everyone who was in and out in the last two weeks.
-What about Stoddard? -What about him?
-He's the eyewitness. -So get a report.
Yes, sir.
Inspector Stoddard, I tried to call you. Boy, you look like shit.
How was your Valentine's Day?
Don't ask.
Who are you?
Fred Bizzert. Internal Revenues Service.
You are a very hard man to get a hold of, Inspector.
My office.
Denied. Denied. Denied. Denied.
Now, these meals. Do you have the actual dated check stubs?
I just shove everything into this one little closet at the house.
I don't think you fully appreciate how serious is an l.R.S. audit.
-I'm starting to. -Dude! lRS guy, right?
-I'm in the middle of an audit. -No, no, no, no. Check this out.
I do a lot of walkingon the job.
These boots. I take them on the mountain
I mean hypothetically here, if l were to wear them to work as well?
Could I then potentially consider them a write-off?
That would depend on whether or not you need to wear those boots.
As opposed to just... Buying them...
Candi, I'm really busy in here. Can this wait?
I'm afraid not, sir.
There's an emergency development on Kelly's case and requires attention.
-Fred, I have to apologize. -I'll stay here until you get back.
Between you and me, this could take days. Weeks, even.
Candi will set you up for something for the first week of next month.
I really appreciate you coming in. Thank you. Thanks for your time.
-Inspector? Please? -Dude! Bro.
The reason for the big boots. Gnarly bunions.
I could get like a doctor's note.
Thank you. No one from the FBI called?
No. Wait. What did you do? IRS, FBI.
-Are you in trouble, Beau? -When am I not?
This make me an accomplice? I have bartending school tonight.
You'll make it.
Nothing to be concerned about...
but like a good pair of corrective shoes can work wonders.
Sir, if you don't mind, we're trying to maintain perimeter here.
We're asking to cross the street if you want to take some pictures.
You brought it up
Please, sir. Yes, you're clear.
Here you go.
Sir, I don't want to have to ask you again.
Sir?
If you stare at that any longer you could go blind.
My priest told me the same thing in Sunday School.
Why am I not surprised to see you here?
Seeing you yesterday... Awakened some emotions in me.
Piss off.
What do we know?
It's just like you said. Magnesium traces everywhere.
-Main charge? -Nitric-ester-based.
That's a hell of a bomb. The nitro takes out the building...
and the magnesium acts as a secondary thermite.
About 3500 degrees.
Find the bomb vessel?
Not even pieces. I guess it was organic. Probably paper or wood.
And the trigger?
No. But we did find splattered WP.
White phosphorus? That combusts as soon as it hits the air.
This entire floor was leased by a high-powered law firm. HNZ.
Right. Harrington, Newman, and something Russian.
-Zakolov. Very good. -Thank you.
This office, Harrington's, was ground zero.
Was he...
Harrington's a she, you sexist pig you.
Yeah, we found some organic remains.
Preliminary DNA results match hers.
It looks like Harrington picked the wrong night to work late.
-Got the building's employee list? -Right here.
But, like I said, I can't give out that information, man.
You're barking up the wrong tree, boss.
-Can I help you with something? -The question is, do you want to?
It's bureau case, Stoddard. We have jurasdiction here. Need I say more?
We at the Bureau of Postal Inspection have a tradition...
of cooperating with other agencies.
-If the bomb was mailed... -That hasn't been established.
Not yet. But, if it is we're looking at a whole new ball game.
-Is this to get back at Brickland? -All of it? No.
It was your own doing.
If you took your head out of his ass for a minute you'd realize...
You punched him out in front of the entire LA field office.
Brickland was your boss.
Now he's head of a cabinet level Federal Agency.
If you wanna work the victim angle while playing Russian Roulette...
with what's left of your career...
Victim angle?
The only real victim here was Anne Harrington. Come here.
Come here. Okay, this was Anne Harrington's office.
Here is our row of windows.
On big meetings she thought it would look imposing. That's ground zero.
Glass-top desk, no doubt. The power piece.
Now there's five things on every lawyer's desk.
A Mont Blanc pen, a legal pad...
a picture of a loved one, a calculator...
and last the days mail.
Career? I'm just doing my job.
-Can I help you? -Dejuan Michaels?
Inspector Stoddard, BPI.
I want to know if you delivered any packages to Harrington yesterday.
-One of them was kind of different. -What was different about it?
Um, well the box was hand-painted.
Acrylic red hearts on a cardboard box.
Untrained child-like strokes. But, it worked.
I can show you.
That's pretty close. They were all over the box.
You didn't happen to notice if it had a return address?
No, no. It was Express Mail. I remember that.
How heavy was it?
About fifteen pounds, give or take.
Inspector Stoddard's office.
Candi? Is Van out to lunch?
Physically?
Tell him to look up the Express Delivery tracking records...
into and out of that building on the day of the explosion.
Okay, will do.
We're a hundred percent sure it was a bomb.
Fifteen dead. Another twenty wounded.
Mostly night crew, janitorial workers...
young lawyers trying to make partner.
And of course our ground zero being Anne Harrington's office.
-She was one of the founders. -Yeah. I know who she was.
Director Brickland, phone for you, line 2.
Excuse me.
We all know why we're here, so I'll just cut the formalities.
The bomb was nitric ether based...
with a white phosphorous component.
Any of you who weren't sleeping during munitions training...
know that WP is a military grade combustible.
I want background checks on anyone who worked there, went there...
or took a piss in the building. See if they've got military ties.
I want you to check all military supply stores.
Shake them down. See if they're selling the real shit. Calloway.
Take a team and bury yourself in the firm's files.
Any law firm in business that long has got a laundry list of enemies.
I want you on the periphery. Who does the windows cleans...
the floors, does the goddamn vending machines?
And I want a full report back by the day's end. That's it.
I just got off the phone with Washington.
In light of this event...
the Russian President has been dropping hints...
about pulling out of the hockey game next week.
You're kidding.
If he cancels because I'm unable to do my job, well...
We can imagine how my confirmation hearing's going to turn out.
There'd be a line of people trying to get credit for a job like this.
But Intel's got nothing.
Actually, I just got an update from Intel.
We now officially have 15 different groups...
and a handful of different whack jobs calling in online for this.
I want them all checked out.
All the way to their dental records! And I especially want the groups.
This has to be politically motivated.
Do you think, Jane?
You bet it is. The office was not targeted by chance.
They pissed someone off all right.
Authorities have still not released any new information.
There are seemingly no new leads on last night's deadly explosion.
The death toll now believed to be as high as fifteen and counting.
The public is still desperate for answers.
And while the authorities remain tight-lipped about the incident...
the people of LA are plain frightened to go to work tomorrow.
I'm going to a caller now on line 2.
Gloria from Eagle Rock. Hello.
I think it's despicable that this is the world we live in now.
No one can feel safe anymore.
I work in downtown LA...
and I'm not going in. I'll stay at home.
Everyday it's something new now.
And I think that it's our criminal justice system that's failing us.
Thank you for your opinion, Gloria.
On line 3 I have Glen from North Hollywood.
Glen, you're on.
I think it's these terrorists out there with nothing better to do...
-Should I call if he comes back? -Yes, please.
-That's a lot of packages. -Popular building.
But that is why Van is the man with the skills...
to pay the bills. What's up brother?
Local OTR number 1791, delivered at 11 :00 am on the 13th.
Okay, but how do you know that was the one with the bomb...
and not, say like chocolate, someone's underwear?
Van. Sometimes you just know.
Get the originating P.O, name of the employees who worked the windows.
We find out who this signing agent is, what time they run lunch break.
Call me.
Call you? I mean, Candi does the, you know...
Call me.
Okay.
Hey. What's up?
If you're tailing me, there are subtler ways, you know.
-Like to join me for a bite to eat. -Yeah, I'm really kind of busy.
You kind of don't have a choice.
-Let me choose the restaurant. -Fine.
Lunch. Now talk.
-What the hell are you trying to do? -At the moment, open this bag.
Stop ducking the question.
I was at Michael's house. He says a man from your office was there.
Asked all sorts of questions.
Did he say whether or not this guy was good looking?
Damn it, Beau. You can't keep doing this. Not on this case.
You want to know what I'm doing, you put me on the case.
Until then, Dejuan Michaels is just an old frat buddy.
-That decision is not up to me. -Of course it is.
You just don't want to deal with the repercussions.
Convince me. Give it your best shot. Right here. Right now.
I've got the tracking number of the package.
I got it traced back down to the local downtown branch.
Policy there's anything over 1 pound has to mailed from the window.
The signing agent is going to give us a physical description of him.
That's good. But it's not conclusive proof.
Come on. What more do you need to get me on this case?
This is FBI territorial bullshit. And you know it.
Play by my rules. I call the shots. None of your cowboy shit either.
I'm not going to pick up the pieces of my career on this one. Clear?
-I don't like it. -It is what it is.
Feel like going to the post office?
I've got a date with the signing agent.
-I'm jealous. -You drive. I bought lunch.
Thank you.
That weird-ass thing was what took that building out down?
We think so. Yes.
Damn. I was holding that shit in my hands, too.
I got paint and shit on my hands.
Messed up my nails. Pissed me off.
Tell us everything you recall about the person who mailed it?
White dude. Kinda regular looking.
He paid with cash. Old school style, you know?
Practically everybody's putting their shit on plastic now.
Anything else? That's it? Just regular?
He had a tattoo. Not that that's anything unique.
Everybody's painting their body's these days.
-Right here on his forearm. -What did it look like?
It wasn't color. Black and white. Like a jailhouse tat.
Do you think you could recognize him? Would it help to see a book?
Drawings of facial characteristics. Haircuts. Color.
Hell no.
Dreyer here.
-Thanks for your time. -No problem.
Jane, I just got a letter from the bomber.
-Brickland wants you to get here. -I'll be right there.
Don't worry, gentlemen.
This sucker's been x-rayed, irradiated, and photographed...
more than a Pakistani carry-on at an lsraeli airport.
Lawyers should serve the law.
I want you to wait in the car.
If Brickland has information, I should know about it too.
My rules. That was the deal.
OYD. Does this mean anything to anybody?
It means our bomber has finally made contact.
We sure it's not a hoax?
Post marked two days before the bombing. lt'd be one hell of a hoax.
I'll wire a copy to Cryptology over in Quentico.
Is that all we got?
Our boys down in research went digging groups that took claim.
They found this: James Grimes.
Harrington put him away ten years ago.
Court transcripts several verbal death threats made to her personally.
And some to the judge, as well.
Where is he now?
He got parole 3 years ago. He's been keeping a very low profile since.
Wait. James Grimes is the son of Henry Grimes...
who was killed in a Montana raid in '93.
That's our motive. I want 24 hour surveillance placed on this Grimes.
And all of his pathetic brotherhood as well.
In the meantime, let's cross-check the initials OYD...
against every known terrorist organization.
It's not a terrorist organization.
Mail delivering itself, is it?
We got a well-oiled machine down there.
You know the whole rain, sleet and snow deal.
You care to tell us what you're doing here?
Before I answer that, Bob let me ask you a question.
According to U.S. Federal Code...
who has jurisdiction when evidence is received via U.S. mail?
Anyone?
Well, I'm glad to see you're so well-versed in federal code.
So, in your professional opinion what do you think it is?
This guy is no terrorist. Terrorists want to take credit.
Trust me on this one. You don't have to lecture me...
on what terrorism is.
Harrington, Newman, Zakolov, they were a lobbying firm.
I can read the papers, thanks.
White Phos. Was the trigger.
I got an ID on a suspicious package on a late day run.
I got a witness who says that at roughly 4:00 pm...
there was nothing suspicious in Harrington's office...
other than said package.
And we all know that it wasn't strategically placed...
for maximum damage.
Someone didn't like Ann Harrington.
Everything else is a smokescreen.
All right, Stoddard. So, what is it you want?
I want to get this killer. That's it.
Yes, sir?
Set up Inspector Stoddard with remote access to our mainframe.
He's our official liaison to the Bureau of Postal Inspection.
You'll have to excuse me. I have my daily press briefing.
Agent Dreyer?
-May I talk to you for a moment? -Certainly, sir.
What's it then?
-It isn't what you think. -Just what do I think?
He's been out there freelancing this case behind our backs.
If he really had anything that could help...
Look, and I understand.
Beau is dangerous and careless with his work and his career.
We've both seen that first hand. He's a reactionary, Jane.
When you work like this, it's best to proceed not just clean...
-but sterile. -I understand, sir.
My current position requires a certain diplomacy, as you are aware.
You, however, are under no such obligation.
-That's correct, but I... -Do I have to spell this out?
Now, I don't want this guy to botch...
what could be a real turning point in your career.
Are we clear?
Yes, sir.
Good.
Shit.
-Hey Jack. Got a minute? -What are you doing here?
-What's up with the bum password? -What are you talking about?
It's not working.
I've been trying to get into her file. I keep getting shut down.
This is the one you were given. Hold on. Let me try something.
-That's weird. -What?
Access is locked. Hold on a second. Let me try something else.
Okay. That's interesting. N2.
-That's got a distinctive odor. -No time for your conspiracy shit.
I'm not doing anything.
Well? Who can get into this file right now?
Well, Brickland, for one.
You know, I've wanted to ask you for a long time though.
All those years back. Why'd you punch Brickland out?
You know what, Jack? Three years on the bomb squad.
Five years as a field agent. All under his command.
I guess I just ran out of reasons why I shouldn't.
Right.
Was it worth it?
Get me a good password.
I know that felt good.
The three guys who are on the train are drunk.
One guy says, "Excuse me, sir? Is this Wembley?"
He says, "No, it's Thursday."
The guy says, "Well me, too! Let's stop off and have a beer."
How about some dessert around here? A little sugar rush.
Come on. Dessert! Dessert!
Look at this! I could eat the whole thing.
In fact, let's do that. Let's all have one.
Lemon for you. I'm gonna go with the chocolate.
Here, you want the pineapple upside down cake?
Just get out of my way.
And Cohiba Churchill's for everybody.
Cubans. You're all unindicted coconspirators. Help yourself.
We interrupt this program to bring you a special news report.
California Governor Mitchell has agreed to Mayor Hansen's request...
for a National Guard deployment across the county of Los Angeles...
in the wake of the second deadly bombing.
This one, claiming the lives of some fifty people...
including US Attorney Fred Goldenberg.
Authorities have not yet linked these two bombs as serial...
but all indicators point that way.
We are standing outside the scene of tonight's terror.
And here is Domestic Security Director, Robert Brickland.
May our prayers go out tonight to the victims and their families.
The people should rest assured that we're doing everything...
to hunt down those responsible and bring them to justice.
-Hello? -Director Brickland?
Please verify your ID at the tone.
Thank you, you're clear. Please hold for the President.
I'd like to announce the capture of these bastards in the next 24 h.
Yes sir, Mr. President.
Make no mistake about it, this is not to be handled with kid gloves.
I understand, sir.
-Jack, you got anything? -Yeah, take a look.
The bomber sent us another letter. Just came in an hour ago.
"Prosecutors should prosecute the guilty."
OYD. Did we get anything back from cryptology?
-Nothing. -What about the paper?
The paper is the same as the last batch. 20 pound, store copy paper.
Letters are random clips. Magazines, newspapers.
Glue's off the shelf. No prints. Not a single spec of bomb material.
This guy is smart and immaculate.
Yeah, he is. About the only thing of interest in these letters...
is who they were mailed to. Where is Brickland anyway?
Ann Harrington's funeral.
Some prominent people are attending she had many powerful friends.
Was he one of them?
Sir.
I understand there was another letter.
"Frouda?"
-What the hell's that mean? -We're not sure yet, sir.
What about our eyewitness?
The busboy? They say they found an apron.
Nothing. No human DNA. No prints, nothing.
-Somebody better find something. -We're working as hard as we can.
The public doesn't care about how hard we're working.
The only thing the public cares about are results.
Let's get some.
Wait a minute. Okay, let me just get in here a second.
"For you dad?"
It looks like we're starting to build a motive.
Agent Dreyer, you have a call on line one.
Yes.
Yes. Thank you.
What is it?
They just spoke with the busboy.
He gave a complete description of the tattoo.
It is a match for Grimes.
Bingo. That's it.
I want everyone assembled in the task force center in five minutes.
We're moving on Grimes.
James Grimes, forty years old. Son of Henry Grimes.
Henry Grimes was killed a few years back.
In a raid on one of their compounds.
His son looks to be extracting revenge on that. This is our guy.
Now I'm going to turn this over to Agent Dreyer.
She will brief you on our mission's tactical components.
He has been on the receiving end of our tactical raids more than once.
He knows we like to hit between 2 and 5 am...
when the average human being is least alert.
At any one time up to half a dozen or so of his followers...
can be found on the premises. We've got them all profiled.
All ex-military, all shooters.
This is a surveillance photo of Grimes' house, northeast of L.A.
lnnocuous looking from the outside...
we have every reason to believe it's been heavily fortified...
and well stocked with arms and supplies.
For these guys it's s a wet dream to be raided by the Feds.
Weekends in the desert shooting tins with AK's finally paid off.
Yeah, well. Let's hope not.
Female subject one has exited the rear of the house.
She's doing her laundry.
I can't see anything else.
It looks pretty quiet. Gardner, what do you got?
Same. Same. Silent.
It's been the same all day.
Oh, heads up Gardner.
Incoming vehicle coming up the alley.
White, early model sedan. California license plate 2...
alpha bravo Mary 543.
Sedan belongs to a Matthew S. Gainey.
Armed robbery back in 92.
Got out last year on good behavior.
Suspect carrying concealed weapon at waist.
Possible back-up piece in right leg.
In a right leg holster.
Not my idea of good behavior.
Shit. Lost him. Kazinski, you got him?
I got him.
Subject two has entered the rear of the house.
That places 4 more subjects in the house. Armed and very dangerous.
We should move in now before this turns into a Superbowl party.
Wait a minute. What's this?
Ah shit. She's coming to me.
She's coming to me. Me! I told them about me.
She didn't listen to me.
What the hell's going on, Kazinski?
It looks like she's throwing out some trash.
Me.
Me, me.
I said hello, lady. I said hello, lady.
-Did she make him? -I can't tell.
Did she make us? Talk to me, Gardner.
This mike is going.
Oh, Christ.
I don't think so. You want me to move on?
-No, hold a minute. -Wait, wait, wait.
All right, she's coming back out of the house.
I don't like this.
All right, we move in. Start strolling up to the house.
We're moving in.
Affermative.
We're rolling.
Hey, lady! Can I get some water? I'm kind of thirsty. Lady?
Lady?
Shots fired! Shots fired!
Man down! Man down!
-FBI! -We have the place surrounded!
I want everyone out of the house and on the lawn!
Cover me!
Okay, I've got you covered! Go!
Grimes, freeze!
Man down!
Grimes, freeze!
Don't be stupid, Grimes. Put it down!
Did you do it? Was it you?
Pay back, right?
Goldenberg and Harrington put you away.
Fucking feds. Never get it right.
Stoddard, are we clear?
Clear!
-Good work, Gardner. -Anytime.
You all right?
Bullets rang out in the southland today
as Federal Agents raided a compound...
operated by suspected bomber James Grimes.
Grimes spent 15 years in prison before being released 2 years ago.
The carefully planned raid ended in gunfire today,
killing four Federal Agents, along with six members of the...
Questions still remain if Los Angeles can get back to...
the timely capture of the suspected bomber...
was Interim Director of Homeland Security...
Robert Brickland...
he will be meeting with the President...
later today to discuss future security issues.
How's it going?
Good, I guess. You?
Just doing some clean up on these files.
Yeah, me too.
Everything look kosher to you?
Well, now that you mention it. No.
I've got something on my mind. Why?
Let's grab some beers later. Talk.
-Yeah, good idea. -I'll see you later.
-Dude, where are you going? -For a walk.
Hold my calls, will you?
Van said I could find you somewhere around here.
-He's an interesting one. -You're kind.
So, how are you?
I'm fine. I'm just getting back to normal.
Results come back from Grimes.
Everything we would expect.
It looks like it was Grimes and who works for him there.
Tests came back from evidence found in the basement.
Methamphetamine production and high explosives in there.
It's pretty conclusive.
That's great.
I just wanted to tell you I think you did a fantastic job.
Brickland's been talking about reinstating you as an agent.
I'll believe that when I see it.
-Always the cynic? -Always the realist.
If there's something you wanna say, say it.
-Something just doesn't add up. -About what?
The whole thing. Grimes.The bombings.
Why address the letters to Brickland?
Why not?
An anti-establishment group attacks the establishment?
Who better than that to get the recognition they need?
Harrington and Goldenberg were very personal to Grimes.
-Brickland wasn't. -What do you think it is?
With all this hard evidence, Grimes is not the man?
-I don't know. -Look, Beau.
I've got to get to the stadium for a security briefing.
You can imagine how Brickland is regarding security.
Thanks.
It means a lot.
Then you're welcome.
This is the last time I let you handle the invoices.
That's so Gemini of you.
I feel like our compatibility...
Some hottie from the FBI came to see you. Did she find you?
If that's the FBI's new look I like where they're headed in.
You throwing some back into that?
Not quite.
What am I going to do with you I thought we headed for progress.
We were headed for breakthrough.
When was the last time you even had a date?
I've been meaning to talk to you about that.
In your dreams.
You've reached Jack Forrester's office. Leave a message.
My liege.
Look at this.
FBI files.
Protected FBI file,l need access to Do you think you can open it?
-That's a Federal crime. -Yes it is.
-I can go to jail. -Yes, you could.
-I'll need a raise. -You got it.
-Where you going? -I've got to talk to a lawyer.
I'm the one that's going to need a lawyer.
Stuart Newman?
Your secretary said I'd find you here.
Beau Stoddard, Postal Inspectors Office.
I'd like to ask you some questions about Ann Harrington.
Ann made the firm what it is today.
I don't know what we'll do without her.
How'd you meet her?
I recruited her. I stole her away from the US Attorney's office.
I'm a tax specialist.
who needed a litigator to round out the team.
Ann was brilliant. Driven.
There wasn't anything she couldn't handle.
And she handled everything.
In retrospect,it's a blessing she didn't have a family.
She was too busy for one.
Aren't we all?
Can you tell me anything about Grimes.
It's just another example of a failed system.
A guy like that winds up on the street.
Makes you wonder what we're all fighting for.
I know what you mean. Did Ann ever mention Grimes?
It was her case before she joined our firm.
Interesting, no? What's that?
A convicted felon for making several death threats is paroled...
and she doesn't bring it up?
We're lawyers, Mr. Stoddard.
If I had a dime for every threat from a disgruntled client
I would be a rich man.
But, you are a rich man. See what I mean?
-How does the system fail? -What's that?
The system. How does it let a guy like Grimes back out on the street?
Overcrowded prisons, lack of funding...
a drunk judge asleep on the bench. Take your pick.
That's what I'm asking.
Guy's in jail for drug trafficking, weapons violations, armed robbery...
Don't forget the little incident in prison.
What was that?
He stabbed his cell mate to death with a shank.
-Claimed it was self-defense. -I didn't know that.
He's gone now.
Karma, I guess.
I guess so.
Have a nice day, Mr. Stoddard.
Hello?
-Van, how's that file coming? -I am giving it all I've got...
I need this.
I need it warp speed.
Is this what work is? I've been wondering...
How close are we?
-We're close. We're close. -Good.
This is Jane.
Beau? What's going on?
How familiar are you with the Grimes file?
As familiar as I have to be. Why? What's up?
In prison, Grimes killed a man. Do you know who that was?
It was weird. It was an accountant. White collar criminal.
-What are you looking for? -I'll tell you when I know.
You've reached Jack Forrester's office. Please leave a message.
-Have you seen Jack around? -Not all day.
Thanks.
-Not lately. -What's up?
-I'm in. -What do you got?
-This is so interesting. -Are you in the Grimes file?
Who was Grimes' cell mate that he murdered?
Um, let's see. Someone named Kerwin.
So Kerwin is dead?
So what's interesting?
They let him out two years after the murder for good behavior.
-Guess who signed the release? -Hold on.
-Some guy named Hancock. -Negative.
I'm looking at the signature of one Robert Brickland.
-What? -Dude, this stuff is intense.
You should see the stuff they've got on me.
I need you to find out everything you can on Steven Kerwin.
Copy everything, sir.
Meet me at 5345 7th Street now.
Nice of you to show.
Let's just say I got a tip and I trust the source.
I've got some news for you. Guess who signed Grimes' release?
-I'm listening. -Brickland.
No, he didn't. I know that file. Brickland had nothing with it.
Which version did you read? The sanitized one?
He's got the N2 security access.
He doctored the file.
He's so in deep in this mess, it's coming out of his ears.
-Where's Forrester? -I don't know. Car's cold.
All right, let's find Forrester, then we'll deal with Brickland.
I go upstairs, you go to basement. We'll meet in the hallway in five.
Yes, ma'am.
Holy shit.
What's going on, Beau?
Forrester is downstairs. He's dead.
-What? -Shot in the head.
Oh my God. We have to put out an alert.
The bomber is still on the loose.
Holy shit.
Oh, thank God. Are you okay?
That was close.
You want to go to a hockey game?
Love to.
We've got to get to Brickland before Kerwin does.
Ladies and gentlemen...
The night we've all been waiting for.
The first International World Cup hockey game!
And after all that's happened...
we could not have askedfor a better event to bring people together...
and lift the spirits of a city...
still recovering from a series of truly awful events.
Rumors of The Russians pulling out...
only seemed to increase the focus on tonight's game...
as we come together in unity. In harmony...
For peace. For sport. For competition.
For hockey! Let's play!
You're gonna be so happy not to pull out.
This exactly the kind of relations that our two countries need...
to move us forward together in this new century.
Your boy Markov is good.
But, he's going to get hell getting a shot passed Sutter.
Excuse me.
Why didn't you tell us about Kerwin?
Who?
What are you talking about? Why aren't you here?
Forrester is dead. Kerwin is the bomber.
He's targeting you. You have to clear the stadium.
That doesn't make any sense. I just can't...
Just do it now!
Let's go enjoy a game. Russell, you come with me.
Take our guests up to the VlP.
-Yes, sir. -I'll be up there in a minute.
-May I help you? -Like you helped my father?
That's the kind of help I don't need.
You're him.
Steve Kerwin's son.
You're the one doing all this.
In my hand is a detonator.
I can take out a thousand lives with the push of a button.
Do you think I don't know what you did? Do you?
I would let that go to voice mail.
You're bluffing.
You should keep your mouth shut.
You're so full of shit, you might get an overflow.
You are a coward.
Wrong answer.
You think I'm bluffing?
What about this?
I want you to call Jane Dreyer.
Tell her if I smell a fed within 20 feet from us, boom.
If they try to evacuate the building, boom.
If they try to take me out...
I can only assure you that I have a contingency plan.
What are you waiting for? Start dialing.
Let's make this a walk and talk, shall we?
Dreyer here.
Jane. Listen to me. Kerwin has this place wired to blow.
Do not evacuate. Do not send in the troops.
And do not try to find me. He will kill us all.
But we have to get these people out of here.
-You do and we'll all die. -What does he want?
He has got this whole place wired like one big bomb.
-We have to evacuate. -No, we can't.
This is Jane Dreyer from the FBI. do you copy?
Copy, Agent Dreyer Go ahead.
I want all police, security, and federal agents...
to keep a 100 foot perimeter in all directions.
Copy that.
If we evacuate, he will blow it.
-And if he blows it anyway? -You wanna make that call?
-I want to find that bomb. -We've got a negotiator coming in.
We've got contact with Brickland. Let's just see what this guy wants.
This guy doesn't want anything.
He said all feds keep a distance.
It's a good thing I'm a postal inspector.
Come on.
Open it.
-What do you want? -In good time.
Sit down.
You know what to do with them.
Stick save! Unbelievable!
Come on. Where are you?
All right. All right.
Damn zipper.
A big night for you. Exciting, isn't it?
The sooner you tell what you want, the sooner we can make a deal.
A deal? With you, Mr. Clean?
Mr. Robert Brickland. Soon to be Director of Domestic Security.
You failure. Here's the deal.
You're gonna die tonight.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about revenge.
Clear on out.
Hello?
Harrington, Goldenberg, Grimes.
You, Mr. Brickland. You're the last piece.
Brickland is in the building. His cell phone is on.
Have the eye in the sky grab his signal and his exact location.
Copy that, Agent Dreyer.
You set my father up.
You framed an innocent man for tax fraud...
so that you and Ann Harrington...
could claim the millions that he made.
Fuck!
Then you had him transferred to a maximum security prison...
Then you made a deal with Grimes, to have him killed.
-That's not what happened. -No? What happened.
There must have some kind of mistake.
Your father was supposedto be taken care of once he got out.
He wasn't supposed to get out.
-You don't know any... -Shut up!
This tape is wired to a fire proof box.
This is your last interview.
Exactly what is it you want me to say?
I'll blow this building tonight. And thousands of people will die.
And they're going to find this taped confession of yours.
Hold on.
Let me do your make-up first.
There's lip color. How about some blush?
What's this?
Are you trying to fuck with me? You think I would hesitate?
Well, you're wrong.
When you're at home by yourself do you know you're crazy?
Do you look in the mirror and say...
"Damn I'm one sick motherfucker"?
Holy cow!
Oh my God! Look at this.
This is unbelievable.
Now for the big boom.
Stoddard! Get the detonator!
Get the detonator!
Shoot the security guard! Shoot him!
Don't move!
-We've got 2 minutes to get out. -Let's go! Everyone!
Let's get out of the stadium.
I want everyone out of the stadium. All agents.
Let's go, let's go!
16, 723 people in the arena. Sixteen thousand.
Enough explosives to kill everyone in the place...
and a madman with the will to do it.
Because of this team...
16, 721 people walked out of there alive.
A handful of people wounded in the panic.
With only a couple of fatalities.
One of which was Steven Kerwin Jr.
This office...
This unit turned an awful moment in the history of this nation...
into one shining moment in security.
That's great. Now for the good stuff.
I'd like to single out a couple of people...
For, without their individual effort...
all of this may have gone down differently.
Miss Jane Dreyer. And of course...
Mr. Beau Stoddard.
Job well done.
This just came for you.
Thank you.
Apparently Kerwin's video tape has been recovered from the wreckage.
I'll take that to evidence on my way out. If I could see...
-I would love to see that tape. -I would, as well.
Well, so would I. But, the proper...
We all have clearance here.
Play on.
Looks like he never hit record.
Maybe it was damaged in the blast.
-That's a shame. -Why? He's dead.
It's not like he can add to his sentence.
We were hoping they were going to add it to yours.
-Mine? What are you talking about? -Agent Stoddard?
Robert Brickland made a cell phone call to Intel...
they would get the exact location of where they were in the stadium.
What Brickland didn't count on is that Intel recorded the message.
No? What happened?
It must have been some kind of mistake.
Your father was supposed to be taken care of once he got out.
He wasn't supposed to get out.
-You don't know any... -Shut up!
What is this bullshit?
These are ramblings of a madman. You people can't be serious.
Where's your evidence?
Well, I didn't have any.
But, I do now, because of Beau Stoddard.
You son of a bitch.
You personally authorizedthe early release of Grimes from prison.
Recognize that signature?
You then used your office to falsify federal documents.
That's against the law, Robert.
Is that all you got?
Well, that and the so-called lost documents...
which detail that you Harrington and Kerwin were business partners.
Those are some interesting records.
So much for your confirmation hearing.
Cuff him.
Cuff me?
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can...
-Shut the fuck up. -Gladly.
Let's go.