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ALLISON:
"Where were you when...?"

It's the question
we ask each other

when a moment comes along
that's so powerful,

so utterly huge,

that everyone everywhere
feels the same thing.

(sirens blaring,
explosions booming)

Whether we're consumed
with fear...

(gun fires)

NEWSCASTER:
President Kennedy died...

ALLISON:
...or grief

or elation...

NEIL ARMSTRONG:
That's one small step for man,

one giant leap...

ALLISON:
...we're doing it together.

And for someone like me--
someone uniquely sensitive--

all that emotion
floating around out there

can be a powerful thing.

I was way too young
to understand Watergate,

but even so, I was so filled
with emotions

that made no sense to me,

I had to stay home
from preschool

for two weeks
after the president resigned.

You wouldn't think
a three-year-old

could even be depressed,

but there I was,
too disheartened to even move.

On the other hand,

when the Berlin Wall
finally came down,

I didn't come down for a month.

And that's the way it's been
my whole life.

Whatever the world is feeling,

it crashes over me
like a tidal wave.

I just have to ride it out.

But part of me
has always wondered,

what if something happened
that was so big, so awful

that it caused a surge
of collective emotion

that I just couldn't handle?

Would I shut down completely?

(cartoon playing on TV)

(clock ticking)

(emergency broadcast system
alarm buzzing)

Would I go crazy?

(screaming)

(gasps)

(sighs with relief)

Hey, Allison,
you all right?

Yeah, I just had
a bad dream.

Anything important?

Just the end
of the world.

Is there anyone
we should call?

No, there's no one
I can think of.

Then, come on.

Let's go back to sleep.

That's a good idea.

Captioning sponsored by
CBS

TV NEWSCASTER:
Seismologists are saying
that last night's earthquake

registered a 4.9
on the Richter scale.

It is the third quake

to strike Central Arizona
in the past week.

4.9, huh?

Is that big?
Mm.

Yeah, that's big.

That's, uh, big enough
to be on the news.

What a rip-off.

I didn't feel anything.

ALLISON:
Hey, we got
to get moving.

You guys got to
get to school,

and I got a place
I got to be.

I don't know about that.

Maybe we should stay
home from school.

I mean, what if there's
another quake?

Wouldn't you rather
have us here?

Come on, Bridgette.

You're going to
scare your sister.

Wait. Bridgette.

Look at your... your nails.

When's the last time
you washed your hands?

TEACHER:
While many historians
will no doubt claim

the decision of Americans

to create a dual-chambered
legislature...

known as a what, class?

Mom, you okay?

Yeah, baby.

I'm fine. Just wash your hands.

My nails are clean, Mommy.

Yeah, I'm sure they are, baby.

Mwah!

All right, children.

Time to clean up
and put everything away.

(rumbling)

Marie, honey, do you have
your art class today?

No, not today.

Okay. Here.

Go put this in your backpack.

As soon as we load these dishes,
we're out of here.

(door clanging open)

There she is.

You feel that quake
last night?

Yeah, no, I just slept
right through it.

How about you?
No.

Lynn and I were sleeping
like babies.

The baby,
on the other hand...

that kid's got a set
of lungs on her.

Anyway, we got quite
an interesting John Doe here.

I was hoping you might be able
to lend a hand.

Uh-huh.

Actually, I'd settle
for a torso, a head,

anything you can give me

to help identify the
owner of this thing.

Morgue humor.

That's nice.

Homeless guy found it

while he was
Dumpster-diving last night.

It was all wrapped
up in bubble wrap.

M.E. says the
hand's from a male.

Thinks it was chopped off
five or six days ago.

Other than that,
we don't have much.

Fingerprints don't match
anything in the system.

Neither does the DNA.

Is that a burn?

Where?

There.
You mean this?

(rumbling)

Allison? Hello?

Is that what you're
talking about?

You mean..
you mean this?

No, no, no.

This. This, uh...
that looks like a burn.

That's a birthmark.

I already checked with,
uh, Missing Persons.

No one's filed a
report about anybody

with a mark like
that on their hand.

You okay?

(muttering):
Yeah... no.

What time do you have?

10:10. Why?

Anything else?

Uh, I'm sorry that I
didn't have anything to...

to offer you on the hand.

Well, something
will turn up.

Like maybe
the rest of him.

(door clanging open)

MAN:
Hey, Joe.

Hi.

Saw you pull up.
You got a second?

Yes. Russ, absolutely.

What's going on?

Oh, it's Mrs. Halstead's
old house.

Ever since the bank put it
into foreclosure,

the lawn's turned
into Jurassic Park, and...

and now I guess
some kids

have figured out
the place is empty.

Yeah.

I-I saw some graffiti
there last week.

Uh, it was gone
right away,

so I guess the bank
painted it over.

No, no, no. That was me.

I've painted it twice now.

Came out to get
the paper this morning,

and there it is again.

You know Judy and I

put our place up
on the market, right?

Every time a potential buyer
drives by, they take one look

at that eyesore,
and they run the other way.

It's killing my property value.

It's killing all
of our property values.

That's why I'm going around
asking everybody

just to keep a lookout
for these idiots.

Yeah, absolutely.

I appreciate that.

I mean, maybe one of us
will catch these punks

in the act
and get them arrested.

'Cause I swear I'm about ready
to camp on the front lawn

with a flashlight
and a baseball bat.

All right.

You have a good night,
neighbor.

(chuckling)
Okay.

(door opening)

JOE:
Hey.

I'm back here.

Sorry, honey. Dinner's
going to be a little late.

Oh, okay.

Um... whoa.

What's going on here?

I'm just trying to get these
anchors into these pictures.

I don't want them
to fall off the wall

if there's an earthquake.

Hey, listen,
I need you to help me

strap some of the tall furniture

to the wall
when I'm done with this.

Al, we earthquake-proofed
the house a couple years ago.

Yeah, I know,
but you can't be too prepared.

Besides, I've been seeing
weird things all day.

Every time I touch someone,

I see where they are
at 9:18 in the morning.

I mean, I don't know
which morning,

but it always ends with shaking.

Hmm.

What are you doing?

What does it look
like I'm doing?

I'm helping you out.

Okay, so... how does
this work again?

You touch people, and
that's when you see this?

Yeah.

Oh. So touch me.

(laughs)

It'll give you
another clue, right?

Who knows? Maybe
you'll figure out

what day this is
actually happening.

Then we can
have a deadline

for strapping all the
bookshelves to the wall.

(rumbling)

What?

I just saw you spray-painting
graffiti on that...

on that foreclosed house
across the street.

Mrs. Halstead's place?

That's nuts.

(incredulous laugh)

Yeah, I know.

Okay, well, good.

All right, well, come on.

We can stop working now.

We got to figure out what's
going on for dinner.

Really?
Yes, really.

Because whatever it is
you're seeing,

it has no basis in reality.

'Cause the one thing
I can promise you

is that I'm never going
to spray-paint graffiti

on the neighbor's house.

Not at 9:18 in the morning,
not at 9:18 at night.

Not today, not any day,

now and for the
rest of time.

You're sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Sorry for the
hassle, sir.

We got a federal presence
in the building,

and you can't be too
careful these days.

Not a problem.

I have an appointment
with Rob Walcott.

Walcott Construction.

There you are.

You know where you're going?

Yep.

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(engine stops)

*

(gasps)

(crickets chirping)

(rattling)

Rob Walcott.

Walcott Construction.

(phone ringing nearby)

SCANLON:
Well, thanks for

seeing us on such
short notice, Mr.,
uh, Walcott.

It's not a problem.

It's not every day
that a police detective

and a representative from
the DA's office ask to see me.

So what can I do
for you, folks?

Now, my colleague and I
are looking for somebody

who we think was involved
in a serious accident.

Now, we have
reason to believe

that he came to this
building to visit you.

Hmm?
We don't have
his name,

but we do have a
detailed description.

Oh...

this looks like a fellow
named Gavin Finch.

Gavin Finch?

He-he's a client
of yours or...?
No, no,

more like a colleague.

Gavin is a city building
inspector.

My company will get a contract
to build a building,

and Gavin will come by
the construction site

and make sure everything
is up to code.

He's a good guy; very thorough.

What kind of accident
was he in?

Is he okay?

Well, that's what we're
trying to figure out.

When was the last time
you saw Mr. Finch?

Well, actually, the last project
we worked on together

was when my company
put up this building.

Gavin did all the inspection
for 414, Wright

and all the follow-ups as well.

The last one was probably--

I don't know-- week,
week-and-a-half ago.

My secretary has
all his contact information.

You're welcome to it

if you think
that'll help.

Yeah, that'd
be great.

All, well, good.
Swing by

her desk on your way out.

She can also validate
your parking.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

Oh, actually, I'd love to ask
you a question, Mr. Walcott.

I know this might sound strange,

but can you think of any reason
why Gavin Finch

might want to take a
sledgehammer to this building?

Excuse me?

To the parking garage.

Can you think of why
he would take a sledgehammer

and start banging the wall
of the parking garage?

A sledgehammer?

No, I don't think so.

He did inspections,
not demolition.

Anything else?

No. That's great.
Thanks for your time.

Thank you.

Not a problem.

Oh.

Thanks.

Can you speed it up?

I'm in a hurry here.

You'll be on your way
in a moment, sir.

(sighs)

Hey, I think I see something
under here.

Sir, would you release
the trunk, please?

(trunk lid opens)

(sustained beeping)

(phone rings, explosion)

You can go on
ahead, ma'am.

There's no charge
with validation.

Ma'am?

And you have no idea
when this man intends
to blow up 414 Wright?

Well, not the day,
only that it happens
at 9:18 in the morning.

Could a car bomb
really cause an explosion

that would be felt
all over the city?

If you pack enough C-4
into the trunk? Maybe.

It's also possible the car
bomb's just the first explosion.

If the garage was lined
with secondary charges,

you'd definitely feel it
everywhere,

especially if
the building came down.

Any sense of what kind of car
this man was driving?

I only saw his face.

All right.

Well, then, let's first
generate a sketch

of the man you saw
driving the car and make sure

that both the police and
the folks in charge of security

at that building have it.

You know,
the Department of Commerce

occupies several
floors over there.

Odds are, they're the target.

I'm going to notify my
colleagues on the federal side

and make them aware that
there is a credible threat

(phone clicks)
against 414 Wright.

Uh, is there something else?

Well, sir, if it...

if it's all right with you,
I-I'd like to touch you.

I beg your pardon?

I would like to see
where you are at 9:18

when this all happens.

If I could see where you
are, what you're doing

when the bomb goes off,

it might give me another
piece of the puzzle.

Okay, so, how does this work?

Give me your hand.

So?

So you were looking
at a newspaper.

It's going to be a bad
day on Wall Street.

(dog barking
and crickets chirping outside)

Hey.

That's my blanket, too.

Okay. Sorry.

I can't...
I can't sleep.

I'll go out on the couch.

Hey, hold on.
Hold on, hold on.

What's going on?

You still thinking
about that bomb?

Look, look, I know.

You don't think
that you'll ever do graffiti

on that house across the street.

You think that
this is all crazy?

But you're not inside my head.

You didn't see that bomb go off.

Okay, Al. Come on.

Hey, what if 414 Wright Street
isn't the only target?

What if there's bombs
all over the city?

What if it's a dirty bomb?

Look, I'm really
starting to think

maybe we should just
pack the girls up

and take them to go visit Ariel
at school.

Wait, Allison. You're
not making any sense.

We still don't know what day
this bomb is going to go off

or even if it's
going to go off.

And leaving our
jobs aside,

do you really think
Ariel's gonna welcome

an open-ended stay from her
mom, dad and two sisters?

Well, we can go someplace else.

How about this?

The minute that I start thinking

about vandalizing that house,
I'll call you.

We'll get of the first plane
out of town.

You promise?

Scout's honor.

Now, what do you say
we get a little sleep?

Come on.
I promise.

Come on.

There you go. You
take all the covers.

Okay.

Ah.

Okay.

(door slams)

Did you hear that?

That sounded like
the front door.

Somebody unlocked it.

(dog barking nearby)

Hey. Is that Marie?

(dog barking)

What?

Hey!

Hey, Marie.

Hey! Hey!

Marie, put
that can down.

ALLISON: What
are you doing?

Hey! Didn't
you hear me?

Put that can down.

Hey.

Mommy? Daddy?

What are we doing out here?

You don't remember?

(door closing)

ALLISON:
Okay.

I finally got her
back to sleep.

I put her in our bed.

Hope that's okay.

Yeah, that's fine.

I mean, I just
don't get it.

Is it even possible that
Marie could get spray paint

out of our garage
and vandalize a house,

all the while
being fast asleep?

I don't know.

This article says sleepwalkers
do some pretty wild stuff.

But how do we
make it stop?

It says kids usually
grow out of it.

I'm just not sure
we can wait for that.

There are some medications.

This guy put an alarm
on his kids' doors.

Aah...

I don't have
an answer, Allison.

I guess I'll start

by painting over Marie's
masterpiece tomorrow.

Hey.

Paint. Not spray.

I'll use a brush.

I'll make sure not to do it

anywhere near 9:18
in the morning.

Thank you.

Now let's join
our little Picasso in bed,

before she makes a break for it

and starts
to decorate our house.

(yawns)

(Dumpster lid hinges creaking)

(slamming)

(gasps)

SCANLON:
Not bad.

If we keep going like this,

in three weeks, we
should have all of him.

Just kidding.

The rest of him's probably
already in a landfill somewhere.

We only beat the
trash pickup

outside that bar you dreamed
about by maybe an hour.

Well, I just don't get it.

Why chop him into pieces

and throw him in a bunch
of different Dumpsters?

It's actually
pretty common.

A bunch of small packages
are a lot less likely

to be noticed
than one really big one.

We see it with organized crime
murders all the time.

Yeah, but Gavin Finch
is a building inspector.

You really think he was mixing
with career criminals?

I don't know, maybe he
had a gambling problem.

Maybe the guy
who killed him

just watched a lot
of mob movies.

At least we know for sure we're
dealing with a homicide now,

thanks to your heads up.

(chuckles)

(door slams)
(grunts)

Damn it.

New mug. Lynn
gave it to me

a few days ago. I
can't get this lid

screwed on right.

(deep rumbling)

(rumbling grows louder)

Oh, my God, Lee.

It's today.
It's happening today.

Excuse me?

When I touched your hand
the other day,

you were trying to get
that coffee stain

out of your shirt
when the bomb went off.

It's happening now.

We have less than 20 minutes.

NEWSCASTER:
We're coming to you live
from the 400 block

of Wright Street,
where police have pulled

a car over in an apparent
response to a bomb threat.

We have no word yet as to the
identity of the car's driver,

but as you can see,
the authorities seem to be

taking this threat
very seriously.

Additionally, we've been told
they're in the process

of evacuating all the buildings
in the area.

According to the bomb squad,
this gentleman matched

your drawing perfectly,
and he was about

to pull into
the garage at 9:14.

They know to look
in the trunk?

They know to look
in the trunk.

It appears that the bomb squad
is approaching the vehicle.

The, uh, buildings
around us are still

being evacuated,
so they must believe

there's an imminent threat
of explosion here.

I don't have verification
for you yet,

but it would appear that the
bomb squad officer on the scene

is giving the all clear.

What?

The police have just removed

what appears to be
a child's toy

from the trunk of the vehicle.

And we do now have a
confirmation on that all clear.

So it seems
either they got the wrong man

or the wrong car

or maybe, just maybe,

this whole thing
has been one big hoax.

I don't understand.

It was supposed to be
this morning.

Okay, so you know that guy
that I had them pull over,

the police pull over?

He's not a terrorist,

he's an accountant.

He works for
Walcott Construction.

He picks up all the paperwork
from their building sites

and brings them back to
the main office every morning.

And you want to know what was
in the trunk of his car?

It was a toy.

It was a birthday present
that he'd bought for his niece.

Well, so you made a mistake.

A mistake that, I grant you,
cost a lot of people

a significant portion
of their day.

But what else
were you supposed to do?

You thought a bomb
was going to go off.

You missed a spot
on your elbow.

You know, I spent two hours
painting over all that graffiti.

That guy Russ
stopped to thank me for being

such a good neighbor.

I didn't have the heart
to tell him

I was cleaning up
after my own kid.

MARIE:
Mommy, Daddy.

Is it okay if Lemon
goes to bed with us tonight?

Well, sure, baby,
that's okay.

Let's ask Daddy.

Yep. Lemon's bed is our bed.

Just no field trips
out in the street

in the middle
of the night, okay?

*

(dog barking in distance)

Morning, Bridge.

Mommy still asleep?

No, she had to go
into work early,

so I'm taking you guys
to school today.

Did Marie
sleepwalk again?

No, she slept like a baby.

She's still sleeping
like a baby, actually.

What's this on your hands?

Wow.

That wasn't there
when I went to bed last night.

It's all over you.

You're covered in paint.

BRIDGETTE:
I didn't do that.

Bridge, look
at yourself.

You're covered
in red paint.

The house is covered
in red paint.

Well, if I did do it,
I didn't realize I was doing it.

So I can't get
in trouble. Right?

What if I caught
what Marie has?

It's not a virus.

You can't catch the
sleepwalking bug.

Are you sure about that?

I mean, look at me.

How am I supposed to get this
stuff off before school starts?

WALCOTT:
I'm sorry.

You want to know where I was

the night
that Gavin Finch disappeared?

We're just following up
on a tip, Mr. Walcott.

The sooner we can rule you out,
the sooner we can be on our way.

A tip?

Did the person who gave you
this tip happen to mention

why I might want
to murder a man I barely knew?

All right.

Oh, fine, fine, fine.

What night did you say
he disappeared?

No one's seen him or heard
from him since last Wednesday.

All right.

This is crazy.

Oh, I didn't have
any appointments that night.

I must have been at home.

Can anybody confirm that?

No. I live alone.

Look...

I know
you people have a job to do,

and I will cooperate
however you want me to.

You want to search my house,
my office, my car.

Whatever moves us past this.

I believe we'll
take you up on that.

Good. Fine. Have at it.

(knocking)

Oh. We just got
the reports back

from the east side construction
sites, Mr. Walcott,

and everyone's waiting for you
in the staff meeting.

All right.
You don't need me here

while you dig
through my stuff, do you?

No.
All right, I'll be
down the hall.

These people are going
to be working

in my office
for a little while.

Oh.
Oh, for
God's sake.

I'm so sorry, sir.

Here, let me
give you a hand.

(ticking)

(phone ringing)

(loud rumbling boom)

What was that?

(glass shattering,
panicked screaming)

Oh, my God,
it's still gonna happen.

What's still gonna happen?

What are you...
What are you talking about?

(Touch-Tone dialing)

(beep)

(phone ringing through)

(booming explosion)

(sustained panicked screaming)

WALCOTT:
What are you doing?

What the hell's
the matter with you?

(sighs)

You're counting the
minutes, aren't you?

The seconds.

Go to sleep, honey.
(sighs)

I'm not stopping you
from sleeping.

You realize this is
absurd behavior, right?

Spending every moment of the day

and now every moment
of the night,

waiting for 9:18
in the morning,

to see if it's going
to be the morning?

You want to know
what's absurd behavior?

Is letting people go in and out
of that building all day.

Letting people go
to work there,

when I know someone's planning

on blowing that place
to smithereens.

Now, that is absurd.

And don't lecture
to me about absurd.

I have that channel playing
in my head all the time.

Allison, you've done
everything that you can.

You've told your
boss what you saw.

They're beefing up
security at the building.

I mean, what do you
want them to do?

Shut it down, forbid anyone
from being anywhere near there.

They're not
gonna do that.

So what do you want to do?

Just not sleep?

Oh, that'll show them.

Shh. It's okay.

What do you want to
do about these two?

I think it's pretty
obvious we're not dealing

with garden variety
sleepwalking here.

I mean, what? Are we
gonna share our bed

with them for the
rest of our lives?

I don't know, Joe. How do you
want to deal with them?

For that matter,
how do you want to deal with me?

Same to you.

Look at these,
Mr. Walcott.

Take a good,
long look.

You like that one?

I think that
one's my favorite.

Yesterday, I came by
with a sledgehammer.

That's what I found
inside the wall.

That's what's supporting
this building. Nothing.

I don't know how I let
you talk me into this.

I don't know why I
ever listened to you.

You listened to me, Gavin,
'cause you wanted

to make money, just like I did.

No! You lied to me.

You said you wanted
to cut a few corners.

This isn't cutting corners.
This is suicide.

Gavin...
You subbed 2000
p.s.i. concrete

for the 4000 that was required.

You spaced the reinforced bars
24 inches apart

when the plans clearly called
for 12.

You used the cheapest steel
you could find...

You think I'm stupid?

You think I'd put my own offices

in a building
if I didn't think it was safe?

It doesn't matter
if you think it's safe!

You're an arrogant man,
Mr. Walcott,

and I think you thought you
could build your building

any way you'd like,
and you know what?

In a city like Chicago
or New York or Boston,

you'd probably be right.

But this is Phoenix.

There are active fault lines
all over the state.

So you're sure
that this building

wouldn't make it in a quake?

You're positive?

The last time I was here

was after that quake in Sedona.

I saw hairline cracks
forming in the parking garage.

Now, given all the seismic
activity in this area,

it's not a matter of
if this building comes down.

It's a matter of when.

Look, Mr. Walcott, we
have to come forward.

We have to tell the
authorities what we've done

before we cause
the deaths

of everyone who works
in this building.

(sighs)
I don't know.

(stammering):
Maybe if we're lucky,

maybe if we tell them everything
we know, the-the...

we won't get jail time.

Well, coming forward
is one option.

But it's not the only one.

You know, the federal government

has office space
in this building?

The Commerce Department leases
the entire fifth floor.

Okay, so?

So...

Well, I don't know
if you're keeping up on

your current events, Gavin,
but there's a lot

of people out there
who are not too pleased

with the federal
government these days.

Now, what if some madman
got ahold of some explosive,

put it into
the trunk of a car

and set it off

in our parking garage?

Huh?

What if somebody like that
destroyed our building...

and not some earthquake?

I don't know how anybody
could blame us for that, do you?

I'm a contractor, Gavin.

I have access
to all kinds of explosives.

It would only take me
a couple of days

to get us whatever we needed.

What do you mean "us"?

Well, you helped make this mess;

I think it's only fair
that you help clean it up.

Look, all we need to do is stuff
a bunch of C-4 into a car,

park it downstairs
and detonate it by cell phone.

Problem solved, right?

I think I made a mistake.

I...

I don't think
I should've come here.

(grunts)

(Gavin groans)

(gasps and pants)

WOMAN:
Joseph Dubois!
Is that you?

Oh, hi, Mrs. Halstead!

Hello.
Mmm.

Hi.
Ooh.

Yeah, we've been having
a graffiti problem

Mm-hmm.
since you
left, and...

I don't know, I just got
tired of looking at it.

Well, that's
very nice of you.

I'm sure my friends
at the bank will
be very grateful.

Yeah, Allison and I
were so sorry

Oh...
to hear about
what happened.

Oh, well, it's happening
to a lot of people.

My husband,
when he refinanced,

he didn't expect the rates
to go up as much as they did.

He also didn't
expect to die.

Well, I was just coming

to pick up a few things
out back in the shed.

Do you want me
to come back later?
No, no, that's all right.

I can see how hard
you're working.

Well...
I almost wish that
you hadn't done it.

The bank has already
had to postpone

two walk-throughs
because of this mess,

and if I could get them
to delay just a few more days,

I'd be able to buy
the place back myself.

You're kidding.

No.

So all this... this graffiti's
not necessarily a bad thing?

Well, I don't think
that the vandals

put it there to help me.

But like I said, two more days,

I could buy the place back.

(chuckles)

And you're telling us
that Rob Walcott,

the same man who
built 414 Wright

is gonna blow up 414 Wright?

Kill hundreds of people
just to cover up a few
code violations?

It's not just a few
code violations.

Finch said that the
building was unstable.

He said even a small quake
could bring it down.

Look, when I touched
Walcott the other day,

I saw him sitting in
this outdoor cafe,

like, a block from
his building.

It was 9:18, and he was
punching these numbers
into his cell phone,

and I thought at the time
he was just making a call,

but now I think he was
actually triggering a bomb.

The same bomb
that we didn't find

in the trunk of that
car the other day?

Okay, let's say you're right,
let's say Walcott

was planning on blowing up
his own building.

Do you think he'd
go through with it

after everything that happened?

Well, he has to;
he has no choice.

He knows that
if we figure out
what he's doing,

he's going to jail.
So in other words,

we're right back
where we started--

we know that someone's planning
on taking hundreds of lives

at 414 Wright, we
just don't know when.

But it doesn't matter when,
not anymore.

All we have to do is prove
414 Wright is unsafe.

After that, Walcott will have
no reason to destroy it.

I'll call the City
Inspector's Office

and request an emergency
inspection right away.

Manny, maybe hold on a second.

When you touched him
the other day,

you said that you saw what I was
doing when the bomb went off.

I had a coffee stain
on my shirt, right?

Well, there's something wrong
with the lid

on that mug that Lynn gave me.

I spilled my coffee again...
right before

I got here.

Allison?

(Allison sighs)

It's today, sir--
he's gonna blow it up today.

(phone line ringing)

(ringing continues)

(ringing stops)

(beeps twice)

(Touch-Tone dialing)

(beep)

(line ringing)

(phone ringing nearby)

ALLISON:
555-0132--

that's your number,
isn't it, Mr. Walcott?

I beg your pardon?

That's the number
that keeps popping up

on this phone's caller I.D.--
it's yours.

Do you believe that
less than 30 minutes ago,

this phone was connected
to a powerful bomb

in the trunk of that car
you just watched drive by?

What car? What bomb?

What are... what are
you talking about?

I'm talking about
that sedan,

the one that's driven
by your accountant,

the one who works
in your office.

You heard about his little
adventure, didn't you?

Come on, how could
you not have?

The bomb squad pulled him over,

told him
they had reason to believe

that his trunk was full of C-4.

So, two days ago,
they pulled him over.

They opened his trunk--
it's empty.

This morning they looked again,
and it's not.

I got to say,
Mr. Walcott,

it's pretty bold of you
to plant the bomb there anyway.

But seeing as your accountant's
car is a company car,

I'm guessing it's
one of the only ones

that you had access to.

I guess you got a set of keys

for it and
everything.
This is some kind
of joke, right?

I mean, you don't
seriously believe

I'd try to blow up
my own building, do you?

I built 414 Wright.

I have offices in there,
people I care about.

Like Gavin Finch?

We know you murdered him;
we just can't prove it.

The good news is, I don't
think we're gonna have to.

Once we pull your
cell phone records, and we
connect you to this phone,

I think you'll be going
to prison for the rest
of your life anyway.

(handcuffs clicking,
Walcott groans)

(crickets chirping)

ALLISON:
Hey, does that say "J hearts A"?

Is that what that says?

Huh.

I have no idea who
would've done that.

You liar.

Give me a kiss.
What if I don't?

Well, then I might call
the cops, you little vandal.

I hate this. I hate
the way you use me.

Oh, shut up and kiss.

*

Mmm.

Mmm. That was pretty good.

I think you're
safe for now.

Well, thank goodness,
'cause I'm all out
of clean underwear,

and I hate the idea of
going to the Big House
with dirty shorts.

(laughing)
I hate what it
says about you.

You are ever so
romantic, Joe Dubois.

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