All language subtitles for The FBI s01e20 Quantico

It seems like a cathedral here.

Oh, you should see the ceilings. Yes, I
can almost feel them.

Doris, a ticking sound.

What is it?

Ticking? It's like a cheap alarm clock.

It's gone now.

All right, folks, if you'll follow me,
please.

I'm wrong.

What is it, dear?

Dorset, I thought... We'll have to hurry
along, folks.

Is something ticking?

Sir? Well, isn't there a clock back
there?

No, sir. Not a thing.

Move along, please.

Get away!

Get away everybody!

It's a bomb!

The FBI.

A Quinn Martin Warner Brothers
production.

Starring Ephraim Zimbalist Jr.

Also starring Philip Abbott, Stephen
Brooks, with

guest stars Michael Cullen, Reese
Williams, and special guest star

Robert Walker.

Tonight's episode, Quantico.

Conclusions based on the aforementioned
physical evidence and testimonies of

eyewitnesses include the following.

Jim,

where's Lewis?

Uh, Lou?

Quantico, sir. Quantico?

Someone tries to blow up the federal law
building and he's at Quantico.

Well, I want to see him right away.

And you, too.

Yes, sir.

Federal law building?

Nice going, Charlie.

Thank you, sir. Lucas tells me you're
just about the best trainee he's ever

Second best.

Give him something to work for.

Most of it's just plain luck.

If I thought it was just luck, I'd send
you back to your law books.

It's true. I've been lucky all my life.

Is that right?

Well, where I come from, being with or
against the law is strictly a matter of

luck. Inspector Erskine.

Yes.

Excuse me, sir. Your office called.
They'd like you to report in as soon as

possible. Thank you.

When are you coming to Washington,
Charlie? This weekend.

Hey, I owe you a dinner.

On a trainee's salary?

I have some very influential friends,
and one of them happens to own an

grocery. Well, just tell me this. Can
you cook as well as you shoot?

Better. It's not luck, it's talent.

How about Saturday night at my place?

I'll be there.

Calling Dr.

Westover. Dr.

Westover, please. Will you call your
exchange?

His name's Harry Constantine. He's been
a guard at the federal law buildings

since 1954.

He's 47 years old and may never see 48.

That bad?

Mm -hmm.

You got a chance to talk to him.

He's unconscious.

That bomb was meant to blow the building
apart.

You can imagine what it did to him.

Any witnesses?

Not yet. Apparently nobody saw anything.

We better find someone who did.

Before whoever did this decides to try
it again.

Put in plenty of peppers. And if the
sauce don't bite back, throw it out and

start again. Okay, Dominic. Hey, thanks.

Charlie.

Look, there's something I've been
wanting to tell you.

You know, you're the only guy from the
street who's really made it. What do you

mean? I'm still a trainee.

Well, that's a start. I mean, it's more
than a start.

College. The Bureau.

Well, I'm proud of you, Charlie.

We're all proud of you.

Yeah, he's back, too.

Kicking and screaming, just like old
times.

Smitty? Yeah, he leaked in a couple of
weeks ago.

Didn't he write you?

Hey, hold your phone, will you, Dom?
I'll pick him up in a little while.

It's part of a string from a musical
instrument.

They probably used it to tie the units
together.

Any prints on the camera case?

Oh, not yet.

So far, all we have are fragments.

They're too charred to be useful.

We, uh, have identified the
manufacturer, though.

Triple -A Photo Equipment Company,
Rochester, New York.

Jim, get a list of their retail outlets.

I've done it, sir. Claiborne and Brown
are checking them out.

Inspector.

These areas where the nylon is worn, it
was made by a pick.

Guitar string?

Most likely.

That's nice.

Music to blow up buildings by.

If it's opportunity, you got the wrong
door.

How's it going, sweetie?

I like spring, man.

Hear the robin?

Sounded pretty good.

How's Paris?

Nowhere.

I came back here to get away from the
Americans and you walk in.

Cousin Charlie, the all -American
square.

I was, uh, in the neighborhood.

Dominic told me you were home.

Yeah, home.

Good old USA.

Well, look around you, cousin. You're
right in the heart of America the

Beautiful.

Who needs it?

Maybe you do, your guy.

Oh, that's just temporary, Charlie.

I've got a few people to see.

Some things to do and... I'm kicking
this country for good.

Kicking it for where this time?

Who knows?

Someplace noisy.

Too quiet around here. Too many people
saying, shh, get in line. Do what I say.

Sign here. Shoot him. You're in the army
now.

What, they finally draft you?

They're trying.

You see, I'm...

I'm opposed to all this exploitation of
the masses.

You know, these wars in Korea and
Vietnam.

Gee, I'm surprised you even heard of the
places.

Why, Charlie, you know I made it clear
to B6 before I left school.

I can read.

Ever read the draft laws?

I don't need to. They all say the same
thing.

Line up, sign here. You know what I
figure?

Know what?

Break them.

Before they break me.

Why don't you push it through your horn,
Smitty? Sounds better that way. Don't

go, Charlie.

You haven't even tried to convert me
yet.

Tell you what, my cellmate's coming back
with a jug. Now, why don't we just put

our souls together and blast off, huh?

Thanks. I already got a date.

Bring her with you. It's Inspector
Erskine.

Oh. Is that part of your FBI training?

The care and feeding of Inspector
Erskine?

I don't dig you at all, cousin.

Just what do you dig?

Oh, flags, mother, liberty, and

loud noises. Stay loose, cousin. I'll
play our song.

Well, the camera case was put on the
market about 18 months ago. This shop

23 of them. I mean, 24.

You got the names of the customers?

Every one of them.

It's going to be a long weekend.

Open calls, door to door.

All that jazz.

A little more coffee?

I'm afraid I have to eat and run,
Charlie. I'm really sorry.

So am I.

Anything I can do to help?

Yeah.

Find me a guitar player who builds
bombs.

Or a bomb builder who plays a guitar.

Think he'll try again?

Probably.

Why the Federal Law Building?

Because it stands for authority, law and
order.

Finding out bombs is like a nasty little
kid giving his teacher a hot foot.

You know, where I grew up, all the kids
were like that.

Always cutting school, stealing cars,
baiting the police.

And you?

I don't know. It all started to seem
like a mass temper tantrum. So I studied

psychology.

Then I studied the law.

The more I learned about the law, the
more respect I had for it.

Then I ran into you.

You didn't run into me. I had a letter
from the Dean of your law school. He's

old friend of mine.

No kidding. I didn't know that.

After reading the thesis you wrote on
law enforcement, we figured we'd better

have you on our side.

The happy hour is upon us, cousin.

Charlie, I want you to be my mother.
Mom, this is my cousin Charlie, and this

the Boy Scout inspector.

Joke's over, Smitty. Get out. Oh, come
on, Charlie. Let's turn on and watch the

world go by.

This is yours, Inspector. Let me get it,
Charlie.

Smitty!

No way to treat a relative.

Hello.

Yes, he is.

It's for you, sir.

Erskine.

What was that racket about?

Oh, a mother just dropped in.

Oh, the hospital called. The guards
regained consciousness. He may be able

tell us something.

All right, I'll meet you at the hospital
in ten minutes.

Thanks for the dinner, Charlie. All
right, back, Inspector.

I'm sorry about this, sir.

Listen, punk.

You can let me finish my dinner. That
man's going out on a limb to help me.

Whatever you do to last me up reflects
on him. Can I back you up, Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

Give me back my bottle.

Charlie?

Give it back or...

I'll get a ticket for double parking and
turn you into a bomb.

Charlie! Charlie!

There.

There was this tourist.

A blind man and his wife.

Blind man?

Blind.

White cane and all.

He said he heard a ticking noise over
near one

of the columns.

That's where I found it.

A camera case.

Ticking.

Ticking.

A bomb.

All right, Mr. Considine, thanks very
much.

witnesses, and the only one who saw
anything was a blind man.

Well, if he heard the ticking, he must
have heard something else. A noise, a

word, some kind of identification.

Maybe why he hasn't come forward. He may
be afraid.

Afraid? Afraid of what?

Publicity. Headlines.

Every sort of pressure.

Look at that.

Editorials.

Letters to congressmen. Letters from
congressmen.

Memos from the director's office. And
all with one complaint.

If our federal buildings aren't safe,
then nothing is safe.

Another incident like this in Washington
would turn into a snake fit.

We've got to find this man before he
lights another fuse.

We're trying, Arthur.

Trying isn't good enough.

What about the blind witness?

Well, he's apparently a tourist. I've
got agents checking every organization

the blind, every hotel.

And the camera case?

Jim? Brown and Claiborne are tracking it
down, sir.

What about the guitar string?

We have a list of professional
guitarists for the musicians' union.

We're interviewing teachers, students,
anyone who ever played the guitar,

who ever wanted to play the guitar.

Hey, man.

Where you been?

Uh, making history.

Mitty, you gonna try that again?

Why not?

It's kind of soon, Nate.

So?

They won't be expecting me.

Look, man, burning a draft card's one
thing, but...

Hold it.

Okay, Sonia, baby, that's it for now.

Can I see you tonight?

Sorry, gentlemen.

But at 14 bucks an hour, I can't afford
to let that little pussycat stand around

and wait.

Now, what can I do for you?

Do you happen to own a camera case like
this, Mr. Marcus?

Yeah. I used to, not anymore, though.

Oh? What happened to her?

Oh, you won't tell Sonia.

Tell her what?

She thinks I'm loaded.

I mean, if she knew I had to hock my
camera and things to pay her.

Can you imagine $14 an hour?

You hocked the camera case?

Case, the camera, the whole schmear.

Do you have the pawn ticket?

No. It's probably sold by now.

Unless these models lower their prices,
I'm going to have to hock my gold

fillings. Listen, what pawn shop?

Wait, I'll get it for you.

We're home, Howard.

Never looked better.

Doris, I still feel we should have
stayed in Washington a few more days.

I don't feel right about this.

After all, we were there. And remember,
Doris, I heard... Don't talk nonsense.

It's over with it. Done with it.

Now we're home.

I know that, Norris. I know we're home.
But a few words to the police wouldn't

have mattered.

Norris, I just feel as though we've run
away.

I'm glad we did.

You would have been identified as the
man who discovered the bomb.

Whoever put it there would have known
who you are and where to find you.

What chance have we against a man like
that?

This is one of our tourist pamphlets.

It's a guide to Washington.

We have a few others, but this is the
most popular.

Have you had requests for this book that
lately ma 'am's seen the past week or

so? You mean from visitors here in
Washington?

From anyone, anywhere.

Well, now, let's see.

Yes. There was a group of college
students and a gentleman from Wisconsin.

He was staying at the Edgemont Hotel
here in town.

And a young man from Baltimore.

He stayed at the... Pardon me, the
gentleman from Wisconsin.

May I have his name, please?

The camera and case were purchased about
four months ago. Someone by the name of

Ozzy Perch. You get the address?

The pawnbroker didn't know it. Seems
Perch is some kind of a floater. Changes

address every time their income's due.

One more name for the list.

Put him on the top.

He's a jazz musician.

When he bought the camera, he bought a
second -hand guitar.

Smitty, you a communist?

What?

I mean, for somebody that ain't on the
stuff.

You got some weird hobbies.

You mean this, man?

Don't tease it, man.

Let it be.

Now listen, baby.

I'm no communist.

They got more rules than the squares.

No, I'm just Will Smith, unknown horn
man.

And I like it that way.

Will Smith, indivisible.

Surprises and hot foots for all.

Including his Boy Scout cousin.

Smitty, what you got against that poor
soul, anyhow?

Oh, I don't know.

Charlie's bugged me ever since we were
kids.

He got all the breaks. I got nothing.

Maybe he worked for the breaks.

You don't call that work?

No, baby.

I worked as hard as he did.

Only nobody saw it.

Nobody heard it.

Things are going to be different
tomorrow, boy.

Well, here.

I thought you just wanted to be Will
Smith, unknown horn player.

Let me say that.

Jim. How are you?

Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson, Special Agent
Rhodes. How do you do?

I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm
afraid it's necessary.

Well, I'm the one who should apologize.

Mr. Ferguson, anything you tell us will
be strictly confidential. We don't want

you jeopardized in any way.

Thank you. We'd appreciate that.

Know something, Charlie?

Glad you're on my side, buddy. Okay.

Thank you.

Good move, Charlie.

Thank you, sir.

I'm, uh, surprised you're still talking
to me after Saturday night.

You're bald.

That cousin of yours got down pretty
strong, didn't he?

Uh, yes, sir. I won't apologize again
for that.

What's he so hostile about?

Well, when we were kids in the old
neighborhood...

Smitty was Mr. Big, you know, king of
the Curbstone set.

And I guess we all played a dirty trick
on him when we grew up.

A king's not a king without any
subjects, and he's never forgiven us for

He's a musician, isn't he?

Yes, sir, a horn man.

We're looking for a jazz guitarist named
Ozzy Perch.

We haven't been able to locate him
through the Union.

Think your cousin might help us?

Well, he's a little unpredictable, but
I'll be glad to ask him.

Yeah? Oh, Cousin Charlie.

What's happening, baby?

I want to talk to you, Smitty.

Huh?

Make it quick, will you? I got a gig at
the Purple Grotto tonight.

Oh, just an old oriental formula.

It's a thing I stole out of a sumi
wrestler's locker.

Speaking of sumi wrestlers, what do you
think of Gloria?

I'd like some help, Smitty.

Help? Oh, yeah, that pad of yours. Left
it kind of messy, huh?

You happen to know a guitar player by
the name of Ozzy Perch?

Why?

Is he in trouble?

In other words, you know him?

Who?

Your guitar, Smitty?

Nope. Belongs to Ozzy Perch. Hey, I
didn't come here to play games. Gee, I

you the truth, you don't dig it.

That's an ancient lute left here by a
retired folk singer, which I intend to

turn into a lamp. Swing, baby.

What do you want him for?

Just want to ask him a couple of
questions.

About guitars?

Betty.

Where do we find Ozzy Perch?

I'm Ozzy Perch.

Grab you, cousin.

My blindness seems to be more of a
handicap to others than it is to me.

My other senses work extremely well.

Doris says I can smell a flower even
before it blooms.

Sometimes he even seems to hear them
grow.

Mr. Ferguson, do you associate any other
impression with the ticking you heard?

Well, I recall hearing someone approach.

He was wearing leather heels.

Then I heard him go away.

For a minute or so while I heard the
ticking, he was quite close to me.

Mrs. Ferguson, do you recall seeing a
man carrying a camera case?

There were so many people with cameras.

Yes, but anyone in particular, anyone
you might remember if you saw him again?

I'm sorry.

I have eyes, Mr. Erskine, but I can't
see as well as my husband.

That's because she's always looking
after me.

Erskine. Charlie Hunter, Inspector.

Oh, yes, Charlie.

Do you happen to know what kind of a
guitar Ozzie Perch uses?

Well, uh... According to the report, the
one he bought in the pawn shop was a

Melody Queen, model number 27W311.

Melody Queen.

Thanks.

What's up, Charlie? You got a lead?

Charlie? Charlie!

Something wrong?

Not sure.

It's me.

Yeah?

Where is it?

Oh, where's what?

Birch's guitar.

You're goofing, baby. I'm Will Smith,
and I play the horn. Now, come on,

you do with it? That's a couple laws
about shaking up a suspect who ain't a

suspect yet.

Oh, like I've always said, Charlie, laws
are like straight jackets.

Tie you up.

Make you all act alike, think alike,
look alike.

And you look like an accomplice, an
accessory after the fact, a man who's

incriminating evidence.

Make that destroyed, Charlie.

All these guitars in the incinerator in
the basement.

Burned nice.

Why?

Why not?

I mean, I'm just thinking about you,
Charlie.

You wouldn't want the law to come poking
around and find out...

You've got a criminal type for a cousin,
would you?

Cousin?

I mean, they just might figure you'd be
a little less reliable in a

pinch.

Oh, so I helped out a friend. What's the
difference?

If Ozzie did something wrong, let one of
the other Boy Scouts catch up to him.

You just keep in the clear and nobody
will be hurt.

You're in a good spot.

A place you've wanted to be all your
life.

I mean, I rock the boat, man.

You turn me in, and I'm just liable to
turn you out.

Huh?

Stay loose, baby.

Yes, I'm sure you are, and I want to
thank you for your cooperation.

You guys.

Very kind, Inspector.

You're getting a visitor.

Oh, Inspector, could I see you for a
minute?

It's important.

Well, sure, Charlie. Come on in. I'll be
right with you.

Pardon me, young man.

What kind of shaving lotion do you use?

I didn't use any.

Cologne or hair tonic?

Just a little water and hair.

Inspector, could I talk to you alone?

Of course.

Inspector, that cologne that he isn't
wearing or whatever it is...

I smelled the same cologne on the man
with the leather heels just before I

the ticking.

You're sure of that?

I'm positive.

Mr. Ferguson, Charlie is one of our
trainees.

As a matter of fact, he's one of our
outstanding trainees.

Well, I suggest that you pay him more
money so that he can buy a better

Charlie.

Mr.

Ferguson claims you're wearing the same
cologne as the man who planted the bomb.

I'm not wearing any clothes.

Wait a minute.

Smitty, my cousin, that's right. He put
some of his sweet -smelling stuff on me.

Your cousin?

I thought he was protecting a friend.

He may have been protecting himself.

Later, honey. I've got a thousand
minutes.

See my hands in the camera. It's a vodka
player.

It's important.

Hey, take it easy.

Who's the guitar player in there?

How do I know? He's sitting in for
Ozzie.

Where's Smitty?

What kid, huh? I've got customers
waiting.

Where is he?

I, uh... I don't know where he is.

Honest. Has he been in here tonight?

Yeah, he came in a while ago.

What did you talk about?

You know, Smitty, everything he says
means something else. I can't forget

guy at all.

Just tell us what he said. We'll do the
translating.

Something about breaking something
before it broke him.

And doing it right this time.

Amen.

Paul, take over here. I want to check
these cars.

Cover the grounds.

Erskine, FBI. How'd this happen?

I don't know. I just... Did you see a
man around here, young -looking, about

No. No, I didn't.

Inspector.

Grappling hook on the side wall. He's
inside there somewhere.

Jim, wait for the bond squad.

Charlie.

You check the hallway.

Come on.

See FBI, Smitty?

Inspector Erskine? Yes? Sergeant
Matthews, bomb squad.

Where is it? I don't know. He was coming
down the stairs.

You check the next level. I'll take the
top floor.

You mind company?

It's the Army's job, Inspector.

FBI's case, Sergeant.

You got something?

Up there.

Give me that stool.

Give me my toolbox.

Flashlight 2.

Nitro.

The time mechanism.

There's enough stuff here to blow this
building clear into Virginia.

Any electronic?

No, not yet.

Where's the inspector?

I think he's upstairs.

How lucky do you feel tonight?

Need some help?

Yeah.

Maybe you can hold this steady while I
work on it.

Hold it as tight as you can.

Don't even breathe.

Give me the dykes.

Got it? Yeah.

Now, there's nothing to be alarmed
about. Everything's under control.

Ma 'am, please stay back

All right, folks, now stay back.
Everything's all right.

There's nothing here to see.

Just take it easy.

Now hold it steady.

Real still.

It's okay.

You can let go now.

Yes,

sir.

Yes, sir, I will.

Father, have you seen this? Seen what?
Charlie Hunt has resigned.

And do you know why? Lewis. Because of
Smith.

Feels the Bureau can't use him anymore.
It doesn't want him. Lewis. Arthur, this

is one of the finest trainees ever to
come through Quantico. I'm aware of

Well, then do something about it. Call
the director or write a memo.

We can't afford to lose this man.

Yes.

All good. Send him in, please.

Oh, Inspector.

Oh, Charlie.

Oh, I saw him, sir.

I know you did. He just called.

Who called? Saw who?

Mr. Hoover.

He said he wanted to talk to me about
Smitty, about the Bureau, about my

resignation.

He said he thought I should stay.

Lewis, what were you saying?

I guess you'll want to tear this up.

Yes, sir.

Well, this calls for a celebration.

Well, how about a little spaghetti
dinner at my place tonight? I'll be

Mr. Ward, care to join us?

Why not?

I've been looking for a good spaghetti
recipe for years.

How did you get yours?

Just lucky, I guess.

That's right.

You've been lucky all your life.