National News Network.
How may I direct your call?
There's going to be an explosion this morning.
Uh, excuse me?
I said, there will be
an explosion this morning.
A bomb.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did you say a bomb, sir?
Sir?
On a bus.
In the city where it all began.
Get my message out.
Message? Wh-What message?
That this is only the beginning.
Until it is brought back under control...
...people will die.
Hey! Morning, JJ.
How was your...
weekend?
Yeah?
Homeland security just reported a bomb threat
for an unspecified urban area.
It was phoned into the National News Network.
I'll call you back.
- When? - Last half hour.
They need a threat assessment ASAP.
- Get the team together. - Yeah.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Did you say a bomb, sir?
On a bus.
In the city where it all began.
Get my message out.
Message? Wh-What message?
That this is only the beginning.
Until it is brought back under control,
people will die.
In the last 20 minutes,
virtually identical threats have been made
to most of the coast-to-coast news networks in the country.
It's the same information, just slightly different words.
So it's not a recorded message or script.
Displays a measure of confidence.
He could have easily just called one network.
This guy obviously wants attention.
It's typical behavior for a personal-cause bomber.
One bomb has a finite impact.
It's just a little package.
Make bunch of phone calls,
that magnifies my explosion a hundred times.
We have the additional recorded calls
being gathered for assessment.
Networks say the calls came from a restricted number.
Two have given limited permission
to trap and trace the lines if we should need to.
You got a news organization to agree to a trap and trace?
Who could say no to me?
This is not likely al Qaeda.
They don't call unless they bomb something.
At Homeland Security's request,
the networks are gonna keep this quiet
until we've assessed the situation.
Well, it doesn't feel like a hoax.
His voice is calm, resigned.
He's made his decision, and he's committed to it.
Plus he said, "This is only the beginning. "
The beginning of what? And he also said,
"Until it is brought back under control. "
What's "it"?
He has to call back,
and if this threat isn't followed by an event,
no one will take any future calls seriously.
So we're gonna tell the media to go ahead with the story?
Absolutely not.
Threats like this
with an unspecified location
would just cause tremendous panic.
Then... what are we gonna do?
Unfortunately, all we can do is wait.
Robespierre wrote,
"Crime butchers innocents to secure a prize.
"An innocent struggles with all its might
against the attempts of crime. "
So Seattle's where it all began.
We just need to figure out what "it" is.
And off the top of my head,
I can think of grunge music
and overpriced coffee.
That doesn't seem significant enough for terrorism.
If it's a personal-cause bomber,
it only needs to be of significance to him.
Agent Nick Casey, Seattle field office.
SSA Hotchner. How do you do?
This is, uh, Dr. Spencer Reid,
SSA Morgan, Agent Jareau, and SSA Gideon.
How are you?
Have you identified the device?
Looks like a small pipe bomb attached to an umbrella.
I'd like to look at those bomb fragments as soon as possible.
I've got bomb squad experience.
As soon as they're catalogued.
How many people were on the bus when the explosion went off?
Twenty-five, including the driver.
The explosion killed two:
the driver and a young male.
Injured seven.
A pipe bomb on a crowded city bus,
and only two people are killed?
Had a relatively small charge.
The two dead were found closest to the bomb
at the time of detonation.
Uh, Sylvia Cohen, an elderly passenger,
found the umbrella on the floor at her feet.
She said the young man
volunteered to take it to the driver for her.
She's pretty broken up about it.
Have you vetted and debriefed the rest of the passengers?
I have their info if you wanna talk to them.
Did you get their positions?
- I'm sorry? - Where they were on the bus?
No.
JJ, maybe you can recontact the passengers
and map their locations?
Yeah, you got it.
Nobody saw anyone leave the umbrella?
No.
But, you know, from the style it looks like, um,
a remote detonator on the corner over there.
You say remote?
Limited-frequency remote.
- Like a garage door opener? - Something like that.
That's awfully risky.
Anyone on this bus route could have accidentally
detonated the bomb just by pulling outta their garage.
That's right.
He used a remote from the corner.
Did he wanna be close enough to see what happened?
Or did he need to be, mechanically?
Those remotes are pretty limited.
He probably needed to be.
Then he might have been nervous.
Maybe that made him stand out.
I could set up a public service announcement
encouraging anyone who was in the area
at the time of the bombing to contact us.
Well, we do need a press conference.
But it'll be about getting this unsub to call us.
We're still trying to determine what happened.
Initial reports called it a bomb,
but since no one has claimed responsibility,
we can't rule out some kind of mechanical failure.
Supervisory Special Agent Gideon
will be handling any future communication on this incident.
If anyone has any information they feel might be helpful,
please contact SSA Gideon
at the number appearing on your screen.
We will keep you posted with future developments.
Thank you.
Was it a terrorist act?
No!
Do you think that was enough?
It'll definitely stress him
that his message isn't getting out.
What if he doesn't call?
Reid and Morgan are going over the device.
Maybe they'll come up with something.
You know, Reid, the bomber could have
bought this detonator at any old toy store.
You take a remote-control car, plane, boat,
attach a detonator like this to the motor,
touch the remote...
Boom!
Instant Fourth of July.
How you doing? I'm Derek Morgan.
This is Dr. Spencer Reid. We're with the BAU.
Cassandra Atkins. Cass or Cassie works too.
Bomb tech.
That's a really nice reconstruction.
Oh, it wasn't that hard.
Explosive was limited and, uh,
the fragments were comparatively easy to locate.
Okay, so tell me what else you got here?
Well, besides the light explosive load,
he used dry peas.
And dried peas?
He chose a shrapnel that wouldn't do
too much damage outside of a limited range.
Why? What's he doing, trying to minimize his kills?
It also has a picture engraved on it. Right there.
It's a robot with an arrow through it.
Anti-robotics?
Doesn't the city center bus stop use SmartBuses?
- SmartBuses? - Yeah.
Hi-tech buses that use time sensors
on the buses and the bus stops,
to give out arrival and departure times?
Yeah, went automated last year.
So he's anti-technology.
Maybe.
Hey, doll face.
Ready to work some magic for me?
Challenge me, you beautiful behavioral analyst.
Domestic terrorist activity in the Seattle area.
Ugh, Morgan.
I said challenge me.
Doesn't even raise my blood pressure.
Pacific Northwest is, like, ripe with the disgruntled.
You have animal rights,
zoning laws.
Specifically anti-technology?
Ah, yes.
My loony opposites.
Here's something!
Month ago, Tacoma, Washington,
disguised young guy
went crazy on a bunch of computers
at a science lab, screaming:
"We will soon be the slaves and the machines
will be the masters. "
Yikes.
That would totally suck for me.
I'm surrounded.
What are you worried about?
You got me to protect you.
Ha!
Now that gets my blood up.
I'm uploading the video to you now.
Eh, what else you got, Garcia?
I also found an article
in the St. Denis University college newspaper.
Last spring, close to the school,
an Internet café was attacked.
Someone created floppy-disk bombs
that went off in four of the computers.
No one was injured.
Who uses floppy disks anymore?
Right, Agent Brain,
that was the point of the attack.
They left a note, "Ultimately, you'll be
as obsolete as your graveyard technology. "
Is the note signed?
FFT Brigade.
I'm finding references
to a "Freedom From Technology Brigade,"
a fringe group that's showing up lately.
Anything else in the note?
Uh, yeah.
There's a not very artistic drawing
of what kind of looks like
a robot with an arrow through it.
I'm uploading it to you now.
You know, Seattle's the birthplace
of some of the most cutting-edge technology
in the world.
Where "it" began.
I think we're ready to give a profile.
We believe the unsub resides in Seattle.
All of the attacks,
most of which have just involved property damage,
have taken place here,
and the timing and location indicate knowledge of the area.
Even though he escalated to a lethal bombing today,
we don't believe that that was necessarily his intention.
In fact, anyone not directly next to the device
received minor injuries.
So we think fear may have been the larger motive.
So he's a terrorist then.
He is, but it's too vague a description for our purposes.
Douglas and Olshaker categorize bombers as criminal,
group cause, psychologically disorganized,
and personal-cause bombers.
And we believe this guy to be a personal-cause bomber.
And personal cause bombers are motivated
by an underlying emotional conflict.
In an interview from prison, the Unabomber, Ted Kaczynski,
admitted that while he was a graduate student
at the University of Michigan,
he started having fantasies of becoming a woman.
He even got on a list to get a sex-change operation,
but during a mandatory psychological exam
prior to the procedure, he changed his mind.
He told the psychologist that he'd made a mistake.
But from that moment,
through the next three decades of his life,
Ted Kaczynksi carried out
a campaign of isolation and murder.
This unsub is male.
He lives alone.
He's possibly self-employed.
He's highly organized,
he's meticulous
and he's very smart.
And he seems odd
to those who know him.
Angry, distant,
prone to sudden violent rage.
This is not the kind of guy
whose neighbors will be surprised to find out
what he's arrested for.
This guy's neighbors will have
no trouble believing it.
Targets appear to be technology,
but not the hi-tech variety.
The kind of technology we're surrounded by.
In a city the size of Seattle,
we're talking 10,000 possible targets.
Yeah.
Agent Gideon, you got a call on the tip line.
Okay, go ahead.
This is Agent Gideon.
Why did you say no one took responsibility?
- Sorry? - We called them all.
All the networks.
Before anything happened.
They didn't tell anyone?
Well, the networks are incompetent.
If you need to get your message out
or you have a demand, I'm...
I'm in a much better position to do that for you.
You have a name, sir?
We're the FFT Brigade.
No, no, no.
I mean, you, specifically.
- What...? - What can I call you?
This is not about individuals.
FFT is a major organization.
We have hundreds of members.
But you... You have a name.
You may call me Allegro.
So, Allegro, let's meet somewhere.
We can talk about your message, uh, try to help you...
If the networks won't get our message out,
then it is up to you. It's your responsibility.
So call this number. They'll put you
through to me immediately.
I won't need to call again.
My message will be here when you arrive.
I'm sorry. When I...?
When I arrive?
What was that?
Allegro?
Hello? Allegro?
Can you smell that?
Same explosive, just more of it.
Yeah, and the same detonation device too.
The gas station closed 15 minutes prior
to the explosion.
Fortunately, the worker had already gone home.
No casualties.
An escalation in the size of the explosion,
and a decrease in the number of victims.
We need to do a grid search as soon as possible.
What do I tell them we're looking for?
He said his message would be here when we arrived.
Clear!
It's a book.
It says, "Manifesto. "
Bag it.
His manifesto's main demand
is completely unrealistic:
stop all automated machinery that's replaced American workers
within a week.
And if his demands aren't met,
he says he'll detonate even larger bombs.
So we have an anti-technology bomber
who so far has attacked computers,
an automated cashier, an automated gas station,
and a SmartBus.
Who calls himself Allegro.
Wh...? What was that?
He told me to call him Allegro.
Of course. Y- Yeah, it's a book!
- Yeah, it ought to be. - No, no.
It... It's an actual book.
A... A novel. I read it as a kid.
It's called Empty Planet,
by one-hit wonder author David Hansberry.
It's got it all: technoids, minutians.
All that stuff's in there.
It's, uh, robots that take over the world
once they figure out how to reproduce with humans.
Essentially, humanity's lost to technology,
and the hero of the book
is a 12-year-old boy named Allegro
who builds an army and fights for the humans.
Morgan, have Garcia get as much information as possible
on the author of Empty Planet.
David Hansberry?
Uh, Hansberry, yeah.
I'm on it.
There was a passenger on the bus yesterday,
a Dr. Emory Cooke.
He's supposed to be some kind of computer genius.
Pioneer in artificial life.
Yeah, he developed software
that mirrors the human reproductive system.
Computers that can replicate themselves.
Maybe Cooke was the target and not the SmartBus.
If so, that would definitely be imitating events from the book.
Allegro and his army not only destroy robots,
but they assassinate the scientists
that are responsible for creating them.
Dr. Cooke was sitting right in front of Sylvia Cohen.
And the umbrella was initially found
underneath Dr. Cooke's seat.
Yeah.
Thank you for coming so quickly, Dr. Cooke.
People, particularly some religious fundamentalists,
oppose the work you do.
Do you receive any
threatening letters or phone calls
from anyone about your work?
- Never. - Really?
I've managed to put to rest certain anxieties
about the godlessness of artificial life
by openly sharing my own personal beliefs.
Which are?
No scientific knowledge
precludes the existence of God.
There are also those with very strong
ethical concerns.
Ethical concerns revolve mainly around
the manipulation of already-existing life forms.
My work is on creating artificial life,
which presents far less ethical dilemma.
Not for the man that put the bomb on the bus yesterday.
He seems to be obsessed with the science fiction novel
by David Hansberry called Empty Planet.
Are you familiar with the book?
I'm friends with the author.
The author of the Empty Planet
used David Hansberry as a pseudonym.
Come on, Garcia,
I know you got his name, so give it up.
Her name,
you cute little chauvinist,
is Ursula Kent,
and she's a literature professor at...
Oh, my.
In Seattle. St. Denis University.
Where the floppy-disk bombs were set.
Uh-huh.
You are the light of my life, sweet lady.
Drives me crazy when you talk that
voulez coucher stuff to me.
Stop it, before I go crazy, girl.
Ursula Kent is a brilliant woman.
She's a post-modernist literature professor.
Every semester I give a guest lecture in her class.
She...? She's here?
In Seattle?
Is that not what I just said?
Sir, this guy reads Empty Planet
like it's prophecy.
He's targeting what he considers threats
to the survival of human beings,
and I believe that he finds you one of these threats, Dr. Cooke.
As I've said, I rather doubt that.
Do you think the fact that you were on that bus
and you're friends with the author is a coincidence?
A cognitive scientist at MIT once said,
"Coincidences seem to be the source
for some of our greatest irrationalities. "
Our minds see coincidences and seek out...
I understood him.
I'd like to attach a protective detail
for you, Dr. Cooke, until we find the guy.
No. Thank you.
Excuse me?
Really, now.
Do I seem like the sort who would wanna be
followed around all day by a government goon squad?
I don't think so.
Goon squad?
Ever talk to someone who wants to continually show you
he's smarter than you?
Every day.
I really hate that.
Garcia found the author of the book.
David Hansberry's just a pen name.
The real name is Urs... Ursula Kent.
The professor of post-modern literature at the university
where the floppy-disk bombs were sent.
Anyway, JJ's contacted her.
We can go see her any time.
Let's go.
We need to stop by a bookstore
and get a copy of Empty Planet.
I wanna reread it before we talk to the author.
I haven't read it since I was 6.
Six?
I was still riding my Big Wheel at 6 years old.
Do you mind? It'll only take 10 minutes.
To buy it or read it?
Uh, both, actually.
Have Agent Casey set up protection for Dr. Cooke.
Like him or not, he's in danger.
Right over here.
He used a compression detonator.
Looks like it was under the seat.
Once he sat down, it armed.
Detonated when he released the pressure by getting up.
He wanted to make sure nothing went wrong this time.
Nobody moved the umbrella.
Hotch, Gideon just talked to this guy.
Offered him security but he refused.
We were gonna set it up anyway.
I doubt it would have helped.
What do you mean?
Compression detonator.
It had to have been set when he was with us
or it would have detonated
when he arrived at the field office.
I'll get security to start running tapes
of the lot for the last two hours.
Good.
Gideon.
I'm glad no one but Dr. Cooke was hurt.
Dr. Cooke wasn't hurt.
He was murdered.
Murder is not murder during war.
But this... This is... This isn't a war.
You... You're...
You're... You're living a novel.
You're living a... A fiction.
Will you meet my demands?
I... I can't.
Stopping all automation in a week,
you know that's impossible.
And I want my manifesto printed
in the Seattle Ledger by tonight.
Not the New York Times, Washington Post?
Somebody in Seattle important to you?
There's more work to be done. Much, much more.
In fact, I'm going to visit an old acquaintance right now.
I'd invite you, but you're all gonna be very busy.
Got it.
It was the last copy left.
According to the clerk, it's actually become
a pretty popular novel in science fiction circles.
Hotch.
A suspicious package was found at the waterworks.
It looks like a pipe bomb.
We're on our way there now.
Okay, keep me posted.
Unsub says we're gonna be busy.
You got it.
Looks like a pipe bomb at the waterworks.
We're gonna go there?
No, we'll, uh, still go see Professor Kent.
Seat belts.
- Hello. Ursula Kent. - Hi.
My pleasure, Professor Kent.
Jason Gideon, FBI. This is Dr. Reid.
It's a real pleasure to meet you.
I'm a fan of your work.
Well, that's very nice of you to say.
Um, we can speak in my office.
Lead the way.
Your book has become
a significant part of our investigation.
So your colleague explained.
I can't imagine how, though.
Bomber sees it as some kind of prophetic work.
He's attempting to save humanity
by stopping the proliferation
of robotic technology.
Well, that's absurd.
He's written a document-like manifesto
called A Guide to Practical Living,
and several sections of it
are lifted directly from Empty Planet.
He's taken up what he believes to be your cause
and he's killing people for the sake of it.
But Empty Planet is a fantasy.
Not to this man.
How could anyone think it's more than that?
Unfortunately, it's impossible to predict
how an unstable mind will interpret something.
And it's caused him to kill people?
Do you know Dr. Emory Cooke?
- Very well. - He spoke to your classes?
Yes.
Dr. Cooke was murdered by the bomber an hour ago.
No.
Clear!
It's safe now.
Just another small charge.
More meant to scare than to harm.
Definitely the same unsub.
Same signature.
Casey.
We'll get there ASAP.
There's another bomb at the post office.
Let's go.
Professor, what is that?
Oh, uh...
This is something someone...
A brilliant man.
...gave me a long time ago, before he died.
Actually, it's part of the inspiration for Empty Planet.
James was a rather early alarmist
about how much we were letting technology
control our lives.
It's become a sort of talisman for me.
You wear it when you teach?
Sometimes, yes.
This has been etched on the bomber's devices.
Oh, my God.
The bomber's written a manifesto he wants published,
but not in a national newspaper.
He wants it published in the Seattle Ledger.
He wants someone here to read it.
Have you ever had a student you think might be capable
of doing something like this?
One of my students?
Someone who hates technology?
I'm a post-modernist.
Uh, in my area of study,
technological inventions are often viewed as art objects.
That's true, but oftentimes
the biggest critics of technology are those
with scientific backgrounds,
and your students definitely fit that category.
I need you to read this.
Tell me if the writing seems
at all familiar to you.
We'll wait.
Morgan.
Gideon, this guy's pissing me off right about now.
This is the fourth location in the last 50 minutes.
All of them have been very small bombs.
What kind of locations?
Municipal: waterworks, main post office,
social security office,
and now we're at the main branch of the library.
Government buildings.
Nothing involving technology?
No, nothing.
Well, then what's the purpose?
Distract us, keep us moving.
He's doing a damn good job, Gideon.
I don't like this at all.
We're chasing this guy.
We gotta do something to get ahead of him.
Professor Kent is reading the manifesto.
I hope she reads as fast as Reid.
No one reads as fast as Reid.
This the syllabus for your class?
- Yes. - Is it the same every semester?
Mostly. Maybe a book or project change.
You only have two guest lecturers listed.
Yes. Uh...
Dr. Cooke and Dr. Brazier.
I always have those two.
They're the only two I invite.
They speak to every new class.
Dr. Cooke is a... Was.
...an expert on artificial life, and Dr. Brazier on...
Artificial intelligence.
Dr. Brazier have an office on campus?
No, um, it's across town
at Rolling Hills.
Morgan, I may have something.
Hey, Shelly.
I'm on my way to the symposium now.
Then save me a seat.
It's not rude.
Fine, then tell them a VIP is coming
and you'll lose your job if you don't save the seat.
How long ago did her assistant say she left?
Minutes.
Good, maybe she's not in the car yet.
Yeah.
Me, Shelly.
I'm the VIP.
Yes, I am.
I... I don't care what you tell them.
Stop the car! Stop! Just as long as I get a seat.
I'm tired, and I need a seat.
Stop the car, ma'am! Stop the car!
Listen to me: Do not touch the ignition.
Put the car in park.
Ma'am, put the car in park.
Don't touch the ignition.
Don't panic.
- I'm FBI. - FBI?
You Dr. Brazier?
Yes, I'm Dr. Brazier.
It's her.
Girl, let me call you back.
Doctor.
- Hm? - Do not move.
Excuse me?
I need you to sit
as still as you can, please.
Please.
Damn.
Doctor, listen carefully.
You must sit as still as you possibly can,
you understand?
Why?
There is a bomb under your seat.
Wait on the Lord.
Be of good courage, and...
And he will strengthen thine heart.
Doctor...
You're gonna be just fine.
He will strengthen thine heart.
Every device this guy has made
has been fairly basic.
I'm guessing this is a simple
lever-action compression detonator.
Kinda like a door latch.
I'm gonna use this,
put it between the latch and the seat bottom
to depress the latch,
and I think we should be okay.
Should?
Well, if there's mercury, we got problems.
- Thanks, Hotch. - Yeah, I'm right here.
So?
Bomb tech's just about ready.
Maybe we should get over there.
No, I think we'd just be in the way.
What about Morgan?
He hasn't changed his mind.
Morgan? I'm ordering you
to step away from the car.
Hotch, you know I respect you.
I'm not leaving her.
You should listen to your friends.
Hey.
Don't do that.
Don't you turn on me, doc.
I'm right here with you.
Got it?
Okay.
My girl is using one of my hands.
- Now, Cassie. - Yeah?
You might need the other one, so come on.
Do what you gotta do. Let's do this.
Step back.
Thank you.
I mean, aside from the sections of my novel
that were blatantly plagiarized,
I didn't recognize anything.
It's just page after page of the ravings of a lunatic.
Right now, a young man I greatly respect and admire
is putting his life on the line because of that lunatic.
I'll... look through it again.
Thank you.
You're gonna be just fine.
Wait on the Lord, I say.
That's it.
That was lucky.
Yeah, this time.
Yeah.
Yeah, they're okay.
Good.
Now blow the car up.
You're blowing it up?
Best way to keep Dr. Brazier safe
is by letting the bomber think
he was successful in killing her.
Neighbors will hear an explosion,
it'll be on the news, and...
You have a complicated life.
It's a complicated world.
I'm sorry I couldn't be more help.
Yeah, me too.
Give the manifesto a little more thought.
Maybe something will occur to you
without the pressure of us looming over you.
You could go back over your student lists.
Think about the males.
Uh, anything odd about them.
Uh, guy who probably had a temper.
Something you maybe haven't thought about for years.
I'll have my TA pull the files.
May I ask you something, ma'am?
Of course.
Why didn't you ever
write another book?
I guess it was the only story I needed to tell.
I'll be working in my office most of the night.
Don't hesitate to call.
Thank you.
- Have a good night. - You too.
Melissa, I need you to pull the file and thesis paper
of a student from last year.
Yeah, his name is Kenneth Roberts.
Great, thanks.
It begins with the father's suicide.
Okay, we've got five crime scenes' worth
of new information to go through.
And the targets that the unsub chose for the decoy bombs,
do they force a change to the profile?
I don't think so. They are what the are:
Decoys to throw us off the trail of Dr. Brazier.
Reid, what's that?
It's the subplot of the Empty Planet book.
Allegro kills his mother?
Yeah, at the end he discovers he's adopted
and he's reunited with his birth mom.
He thanks her for having the strength
to give him a better life, but...
ironically, he realizes that she herself
has become a robot.
So he kills her.
He sacrifices the one person in the world
he has a biological connection with,
for the greater good.
Wow, I thought we were talking about some geeky
sci-fi book here.
That sounds like Greek tragedy.
It's not played as a tragedy at all, though.
In fact, his mother's incredibly proud
of this final act,
like it's the ultimate fulfillment of his destiny.
Proof that... Proof that she was right
to have given him up in the first place.
Wait a minute. If he kills her, how do you know she was proud?
It's told from her point of view.
The whole book is.
It's kind of like she's talking
to the reader from heaven.
The mother's the narrator.
Yeah, it's really her story.
Only story she needed to tell.
And in order to fulfill the story,
he's gotta kill his mother.
Don't hate the book.
Without this, I never would have known you at all.
Mother.
Kenneth, did you do this?
Did you kill Dr. Cooke?
You've read my manifesto.
Yes, and, uh,
I thought some things seemed familiar.
And I know why you wrote Empty Planet.
I know what you've been trying to say.
Kenneth.
You've misunderstood.
I don't think so.
Kenneth.
The book is a work of fiction.
The book is a gift!
No, it isn't. It's just a story.
Then let me tell you a story, professor.
My mother died when I was eight.
And then several years ago,
my father needed a blood transfusion,
and I tried to donate, only to discover
that we had nothing genetically in common.
I had to watch him wither away,
but before he died, he told me I was adopted.
This is not what you think.
I needed to find my mother, but the records were sealed.
All I knew was that
I was adopted in Youngstown, Ohio.
And then I came across an article about
Professor Ursula Kent.
Favorite daughter of Youngstown,
famous writer of Empty Planet.
And do you know...?
Do you know what that article said?
It... It... It said...
you had given up a baby for adoption
and that baby was the inspiration for the book.
That is true. That is true.
But that is not the whole story.
When did you give up your baby for adoption?
Wasn't it 26 years ago?
In Youngstown, Ohio?
Go, go!
Kenneth, listen to me...
No.
It's your turn to listen.
Come on!
I came out here to take your class.
For a year, I sat right there.
Right there!
- And you never saw me! - If you'd just...
How could you not recognize me?
If you'd just come to me, I could've explained...
And then I realized the only way to get you to see me
was to live out the book.
Well, guess what?
- I did that, and now... - Oh!
you see me, don't you?
This is our destiny!
Morgan, stairs. Go around.
No matter what happened, I never could have seen you.
The baby I gave up,
it was a girl.
It was a daughter.
That's a lie.
- No, it was a girl. - That's a lie!
Sorry.
I know the pain you're in...
Why do you keep lying to me?
You're not my son!
I promise, I will do everything I can
to help you find your birth...
Stop it! Allegro!
I have a bomb.
Wait.
Wait!
Please wait.
I don't wanna hurt anyone.
You've gone to great lengths not to hurt unintentionally...
Leave us alone!
No, we can't do that, Allegro.
We cannot leave you alone.
I'm okay. Listen, I... I'm...
I'm okay.
It doesn't have to end this way.
This is how it ends! You can change the ending...
This is how it ends! How does it begin?
I don't even know the story.
Tell me the story. You don't know it!
I wanna know who you are. Are you in the story?
- Start to tell me the story. - Leave us alone!
- I wanna know... - Please, leave us alone.
Tell me the story. I wanna know. Please!
- Are you in the story? - You don't know!
Tell me the story.
Get an ambulance.
Get him outta here.
It's your shoulder.
He's lost. He's just lost.
Just relax.
It'll be all right.
You can't blame him.
Your eyes, Ursula. I wanna see your eyes.
There they are. There you go.
- You listening? - I'm listening.
He just wants to know who he is.
That's all.
I understand. Open those eyes.
There you go.
Good. Keep looking at me.
It's gonna be all right.
Just relax.
I'll be right back.
Do not cheat.
JJ, a lot of science fiction's deeper than you might think.
Mm-hm.
I mean, there are some genuine human emotions...
Yeah, let me save you the time, Reid.
I am never going to Comicon with you.
Ahem. I...
Gin.
What, you don't trust me?
- Uh... - Come on.
Let's just make sure.
- Eight... - Let's just make sure.
It's fun beating a genius.
Genius Dr. Reid let you win.
Let's play again.
If I remember, you're borderline retarded.
I hear you were worried about me.
Excuse me?
The bomb at the garage under the car?
"A young man that I greatly admire and respect
is putting his life on the line. "
What?
I do something?
What you did with the bomb was stupid.
Gideon, I couldn't leave that lady
out there by herself like that.
I didn't say you were wrong.
And what he said I said...
Mm-hm?
I said.
I knew that.