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We have a device that can allow us to
send one human being back in time.

by easing immigration restrictions that
you've thrown our doors wide open to

gang activities.

Nonsense. A century ago, our
predecessors could have barred Italian

because a tiny percentage were mafioso.

Well, personally, I'm glad they didn't.
I courted my wife to Frank Sinatra, and

my kids love pizza.

Now, I'm proud.

But this Congress has had the guts to
reaffirm America's promise of equal

opportunity for all people.

Beautiful, sir.

Heartfelt. Progressive, yet patriotic. I
love that part about your kids liking

pizza. Of course you do, William. You
wrote it.

What do we have this afternoon?

Governor Browning, sir. Everybody wants
on the bandwagon now.

And this just came for you, Senator.

Thanks.

Oh, and, uh, sir, your wife called to
remind you of her Starlight Children's

Foundation fundraiser.

Tonight. Seven.

I'll take three baby cakes.

Three for me, too. Sweet stuff.

Just one for me.

And the dealer takes two.

Okay, kids, hold them or fold them.
Let's see what you got.

Two pair. Eights and sixes.

Pair of fours.

Total garbage.

Read them and weep for your loyal
knaves.

Bye, Ken.

Just hate it when I lose.

Me too.

But it's like Frank said.

We've got to show them what we've got.

Oh, my.

Janie, Meredith, wait.

pathetic bastard.

What?

You like my new toy?

This is an impulse repressor.

So the next time you're on the web
without my okay, this might be a cattle

Give me that damn thing.

Very nice.

Now as soon as you cover it, get your
sorry butt into the security room. The

Ameribomber just turned Senator Morris
into a pizza.

Ladies and gentlemen, please rise.

Raise your right hand.

Repeat after me.

I hereby declare on oath that I
absolutely and entirely renounce

Help me God.

Congratulations, you're all citizens of
the United States of America.

Emergency rescue workers continue to
search through tons of rubble, but

investigators say there was... The
Ameribomber struck again.

26 immigrants being sworn in as U .S.
citizens were killed. So what's our

status? We're on standby while the NSA
panel sorts this out.

The bomber released an Internet
manifesto.

If his demands for immigration
restrictions aren't met immediately,

won't be, because Morris and his pinko
buddies just opened the floodgates for

any kind of cast -off loony that wants
to come in here.

You mean somebody let your grandparents
off the boat, Ramsey?

It's such a shame those people suffered
such hardship in their own countries

only for this to happen.

If his demands aren't met, even bigger
targets will be hit.

Somebody better stop this madman.

What you're seeing is actual FBI footage
of the arrest being... You know, he

looks like that wrestler on WWF
Smackdown.

The man accused of killing Senator
Christopher Morris and 26 people in

makes his home in this remote area of
the Colorado mountains and has

been involved in ultra -nationalist
causes since leaving the Marine Corps in

1994. Nicholas Ramsey was apprehended by
an FBI SWAT team earlier today at

approximately 3 .30 p .m. So far, little
is known about the reclusive ex

-Marine. Hey, Ramsey, the Ameribom is a
long -lost relative of yours.

Oh, very funny.

How's your uncle Hussein?

What is it, Nick?

That's my brother, Nick.

agents were preparing to enter Nicholas
Ramsey's storehouse when apparently some

sort of booby trap exploded, leaving two
agents severely wounded.

They were evacuated to a hospital in
Fort Collins, Colorado, where they

in critical condition.

Sir, you've got five minutes.

Nikki.

Well, hello, little brother.

Well, it's been a long time.

You know, you had a lot more hair last
time I seen you.

What the hell have you done, Nicky?

I showed them.

I showed them, Nate.

Bastard politicians.

They think that we're powerless.

But by God, we are not.

Nicky, you killed innocent.

People.

What was I supposed to do?

You have a lawyer?

I don't need no lawyer.

I deserve whatever I get.

I'm getting you a lawyer.

Listen, I miss you.

I sent you something in the mail.

Open the door. Please don't leave.

Well, we ran the trip of play.

Metal detection, x -ray, chemical
analysis.

It's guaranteed clean.

Okay. No scorpions or baby rattlers or
anything like that, huh?

No, nothing but tree pulp turning on it.
It's paper.

Okay.

Thanks, guys. Sorry about the bother.

Nathan Ramsey?

Yes? FBI.

Step out of the car, please.

Now, why would I want to do that?

We have a warrant for your arrest.

Step out of the car.

Now.

Mr. Parker, I just heard that two men
stopped Ramsey at the front gate.

I think he's being arrested.

Mr.

Parker.

Yeah, okay, I'll take a look. Go get
Talmadge.

Well, this is a load of horse crap.

So we have evidence that you gave your
brother Nicholas a classified mail code,

which allowed the bomb that killed
Senator Morris to bypass security.

Look, shut up, all right? I can read.

We also have information that you
conspired with your brother in the

bombing. Oh, I don't have time for this.

What the hell?

All right, all right. All right,
playtime's over. You're dealing with the

here, okay? And that happens to be the
chief of security.

What the hell's going on here, Ramsey?
These FBI jokers are trying to tie me in

with the bombings. Listen, you freaking
morons. Nate Ramsey's so patriotic, he

makes Newt Gingrich look like Karl Marx.

What? We have phone tapes that Mr.
Patriot got out of here saying that

Morris was a threat to America and
should be marching in front of a firing

squad. Oh, he's always saying stuff like
that.

Parker, you're not helping.

All right, let's go.

All right.

FBI must have lowered its standards.

What standards?

You must be as crazy as your brother.

Oh, that's funny. I'm crazy, huh? I'll
show you crazy.

Assume the position.

You are... Tell your boys to stand down.

You might be right.

I might be completely a freaking nut
job.

Put the gun down.

Sir, these bastards... Put it down.

I'm Bradley Talmadge, NSA. I run this
place.

Mr. Talmadge, your boy Ramsey is under
arrest.

On what charge?

Murder, espionage, conspiracy against
the government of the United States of

America. Well, that's ridiculous.

Gentlemen, I know your boss, Hockey
Shane, personally.

Well, that's great, sir.

Then you can call him yourself and
confirm that the arrest order was issued

Director Shane personally.

We have to take him in.

I don't think so.

Director Shane and I will be having a
little discussion before you take my

security officer anywhere.

You're making a big mistake.

I'm a big man.

Have a nice day.

You wanted to see me, sir.

Yeah, sit down, Nate.

The FBI found documents at your
brother's house.

Apparently your brother accessed
classified intel using your NSA computer

password.

Can you explain that?

A password?

Oh, God.

Oh, hell's bells, sir. He's my brother.
I never thought in a million years he'd

steal my damn password.

Well, how could he possibly have done
that?

I was careless, sir.

That's true.

I'll have no choice. I'll need your
resignation.

I told Director Shane you'd be at FBI HQ
at 10 o 'clock sharp in the morning.

Yes, sir.

I'm deeply sorry, Nate.

But you, of all people, know the rules.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, Ramsey, don't even start.

You never did get any effect around that
place. Why don't you now be any

different?

Look, I just wanted to say... Especially
you, Parker.

Just leave me alone.

Start forgetting that I ever knew you.

We feel terrible about this, Ramsey. We
know you're not responsible for your

brother's actions.

Well, one thing a security chief ought
to know is that you don't trust anybody,

Vukovic.

Not even your own brother.

go, Parker.

Something to remember me by.

Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I
freely admit to planting the explosives.

Every gateway to this country must be
closed before we are overrun.

Dirty son of a bitch. Look at what
you've done. You've ruined our lives.

dare you?

How dare you?

If there had been one word of apology
from the president or any member of

Congress, I would have...

Just isn't in it, baby.

The bombing of INS headquarters has
caused the NSA to reconsider.

So we're a go?

Immediately. Frank.

Sorry, ladies. See you last week.

Don't go.

I've got such a great pair in my hand.

Reactor at 80%. He'll arrive two days
before Senator Morris was killed in the

first INS office response.

Just make the conundrum calls, Frank,
and I'll alert the FBI about the bombs

to the whereabouts of Nicholas Ramsey.

Easy as pie.

Okay, let's get this candle lit.

Unfortunately, I still have to ask for
Nate's resignation.

His brother stole his passcode months
ago, and once that's discovered,

be nothing I can do to protect him from
the consequences.

Five, four, three, two, one. Reactor at
100%. Engage.

Other than his ideological stance, what
did we learn about this America bomber?

Well, not much.

Unfortunately, he blew himself to bits
in the last bombing.

Unfortunately?

I'd say the son of a bitch got what he
deserved.

I mean from the standpoint that
forensics couldn't ID him before we had

backstep.

I'll alert the FBI.

I wouldn't do that, Bradley. He seemed
to have a pretty extensive intel

Maybe even a mole at the Bureau.

If he gets wind of this, he could change
his plans.

So what do you suggest?

Well, I got a bunch of intel to unload.

The guy's M .O., crime scene profile,
stuff like that. I think it'd be easier

I briefed Ramsey and let him write up
the report for you.

Nate?

No skin off my nose.

All right, gentlemen, I don't need to
tell you to move quickly on this.

Yes, sir.

Well, you want to do it in the security
room?

Listen, Ramsey, what I told Talmadge and
Olga wasn't completely true.

Oh, gee, what a surprise.

For once, don't be a jerk, okay? I'm
telling you this because in the last

timeline, you got into trouble.

Big trouble.

Okay. For what?

For helping your brother Nicholas in the
bombings I just described.

You know, you have come up with some
cock and bull stories before, but that

takes the booby, and I mean booby prize.

Nate, we caught him red -handed in the
last... All right, that's the last

I wondered when you'd finally go too far
with one of your B .S. foreknowledge

fables, Parker.

But I don't care if they suspend me till
the next millennium. That felt good.

Then how'd I get this, huh?

You think Tom is just going to buy your
bogus report?

Why shouldn't he?

Everything I tell him has been the truth
until now.

Parker, this is another one of your sick
gags.

Believe me, driving out here through the
house half -acre is exactly my idea of

fun.

Since when did your brother start
pulling at Chrisley Adams anyway?

He wasn't always, but he was a hell of a
good Marine.

Told seven men I've been ambushed in
Beirut. Got the Purple Heart for them.

He also got a fistful of shrapnel in the
head.

Hasn't been the same since.

Drive that thing like you drive the
spear.

Look, when we get inside, just let me
handle Nick. He's a little difficult.

Runs in the family.

Nicky?

Nicky, it's me.

It's Nate.

Hello?

A busy little bomb maker.

Well, like you can tell from a taste
test.

Any idea where he went?

What, do I look clairvoyant?

Both Marines, huh?

Yeah.

Like I said, it's a good soldier one.

You know, judging by the last timeline,
he probably went to mail Senator Morris'

permanent thanks flip.

We got rid of the snakes.

No!

Now, do you believe your brother's the
Ameribomber?

Where was the National Security Agency?
We need to inspect your packages, Pop.

Excuse me, are you deaf?

We're with the NSA.

NSA.

If you ain't with the U .S. Postal
Service, you got no concern with

unless you have been.

Sir, I admire your sense of duty, but we
have reason to believe that there might

be a bomb in there.

Chances are it's that thick brown one
there. I bet you it's addressed to...

Whoever steals or obtains or by

fraud or deceit attempts to obtain any
letter, postal card, All packaged.

Look, a naked woman.

Let's go.

Keep up the good work.

You keep under the cover What

oh

I sweep

Is that your brother's truck?

Yeah.

How'd you know?

I line of work, know everything.

I'm getting the belt.

Look, I'm bigger than you.

I can take it.

I thought I hurt you, boy.

Nathan, you go to sleep.

Nicky?

Nicky, wake up. It's me, Nathan.

Danny? Nicky?

Wake up.

Nicky?

It's me. It's okay.

What's going on?

Who the hell is this guy?

Frank Parker. I work with your brother.

If you ever had an ass whooping, stop.
Nicky, calm down.

Calm down. I'm the family resemblance.

Shut your mouth. Calm down, Nicky. Sit
down.

Parker, shut up.

Now, Nicky, when's the last time you had
your medicine?

I hate that stuff.

It makes the world look all fuzzy like
you're looking through Cotton Canyon.

I hate it.

All right, where are your pills?

The VA quit sending them.

Look, maybe you two want to be alone. I
should... What did I tell you? Easy,

Nick. Make him shut up!

Why don't you go?

Obviously he doesn't like you.

I can't babysit you my whole damn life.

Now get dressed.

We're going to get you some help.

Get you back on your medication.

I don't understand.

We intercepted your letter bomb.

Well, how'd you know?

I'm your brother, okay, Nicky? I look
out for you.

I'm here to get you some help.

Come on, put your shoes on.

No.

What's wrong?

It's a knot.

Well, untie it.

I can't.

My fingers get all tingly when I'm not
taking my medicine.

Ow! Damn it, Nicky!

Nick!

Don't tell me. He bolted.

Cut him off.

Yeah. You're welcome.

You're one crazy son of a bitch. I'm
crazy. What about that brother of yours?

You two ought to get together. You'd
make a good match.

No, thanks. One brother's enough.

Oh, no.

What? He slapped the pyres.

Oh, God.

We are screwed.

No, we're not.

Oh, come on. That thing hasn't run since
World War II.

Come on, Ramsey. It just needs a little
love and attention. That's all.

Look, Olga, I can't tell you all the
details, but there's a chance I'm going

need you to start an evacuation for me.
Stay handy.

Mr. Parker, please, you know I don't
like being kept in the dark.

All super classified, babe. Needed no
basis only.

Vukovic, it's Ramsey. Give me Talmadge.

Don't be a bigger idiot than I really
think you are. We can still grab your

and save your job. No, it's too late.

He's already at the INS building. He
won't do anything without any tail. He'd

crazy, too. That's the point, Parker. He
is crazy.

He gets fixated when he's not on his
medication. He doesn't care about the

consequences. Now, I'm calling in help.

Vukovich?

Fuck you, dammit!

Why don't you throw up? Give me the
phone!

What's going on? What's that?

No, no, everything's under control. You
just sit tight and wait for me to tell

you one way or the other.

Call you back.

Have you completely lost your mind?

Listen, Ramsey, we can still stop him
from ruining both your lives.

Too many lives at stake. Give me the
damn phone.

If anyone else grabs your brother,
everything you've ever worked for is

go to hell.

I don't care about that. It's probably
what I deserve.

What are you talking about?

It's my fault.

My father was a damn maniac.

He'd get drunk and he'd start wailing on
us kids.

Nicky'd take the beatings whenever he
could while the old man wore himself

And after Beirut, he started having
nightmares.

The doctors put him on medication and it
helped.

Now he says the VA cut him off.

And I didn't even know about it.

I should have stayed on top of it.

All those years, Nicky looked out for
me, and I didn't look out for him.

What do you even care anyway for,
Parker? Think the next guy's going to be

worse? He's going to be worse. You're a
total butthead.

We'll just drive, Pete.

Ladies and gentlemen, please rise.

Raise your right hand repeat after me

Get everyone the hell out of the
building, Mandy.

No, you go and then get yourself clear.
I've more experience with this, all

right? Now look, I'm not arguing with
you. You're the world's only chrononaut.

He's my damn brother. Now go.

States when required by law.

I need everyone out of the building now!

What?

Come on, there's a bomb in the... What

the hell

are you doing?

Why can't you ever do what the hell you
do?

How much time? Not enough.

You've got to go.

You stay, I stay.

You've got to be the light. I don't
know.

Blue. No, no, it's not the blue.

Come on, Parker. Pick something. Pick
something.

How'd you know it was red?

I hate communists.

Okay, let's get back to his cabin. He
won't go back there.

On the last timeline, that's where the
FBI busted him. No, if you want to go,

you go on. I'm staying here. Parker,
you've known him for a week. I've known

his whole damn life. Now he's going to
try here again and keep trying until he

gets it right.

Give me the switch or I'll kill him. I
said let him go.

Why are you doing this, Nate?

In your heart, you know I'm doing what's
right.

I'm looking out for America.

Just like I looked out for my squad.

Just like I looked out for you.

We ought to be partners, Natey. You and
me.

Just like when we were kids.

Why'd you go and do a thing like that
for?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Nate.

I'm in trouble.

Daddy's gonna kill me now.

No, he's not, Nicky. No, he's not.

Daddy's gone, Nicky. He can't hurt you
anymore.

I love you, Nicky.

Grunkelmeier won't be setting up any
more bombs unless he does it from hell.

Perhaps it's not surprising that someone
so disturbed would kill himself.

But it's a great shame, nonetheless.

Good work, gentlemen.

Now, I'm sure you're tired.

Yes, sir, we're bushed. I'm bushed. Are
you bushed? No, I'm not. Yes, sir.

I feel fine.

What the hell?

Herman Grunkelmeier?

Well, I had to think of something.

An identified corpse in the morgue with
no family name and no history.

Generated a little paperwork and bang,
he's the Ameribomber. Very devious,

Ramsey. I'm impressed.

Well, I learned it all from you.

About time you gave me credit for
something. So how's your brother doing?

Doctor says the treatments are working,
but who the hell knows? I'm sure he's

going to be fine.

Well, you would know.

Nicky? Oh, hey there, little brother.

I was just thinking.

About what?

About my old radio flyer.

Whatever happened to that?

You gave it to me.

And I rode it down Beloit Hill into an
old willow tree and broke the front

And that was that.

Oh, yeah.

How you feeling, Nicky?

Well, better.

Better. So, good to be back with the
program.

I want to thank you for whatever strings
you pulled.

We got to look out for each other,
right?

Right.

Well, who's your friend?

Frank Parker. I work with Nate.

Oh, Frank Parker. Yeah.

You know, Nate's told me a lot of nice
things about you.

Oh, he has, has he?

Must be the medication.

You're the field agent, right?

Absolutely. That's me.

Well, that's good.

Old Nate needs somebody to look after
him.

Did he ever tell you about the time he
stole a whole...

Case of jawbreakers out of Casey's
Market.

Okay, I think maybe we should just let
Nick alone for a while. He probably

some rest.

No, I'm wide awake.

Good, good.

I'd love to hear all about Nate's life
of crime.

Then there was the time he stole old man
Murphy's Ford out of the garage.

Ran it down the hill.