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- Jason!
- What is wrong with you?

Jason didn't just get fired
by the FBI. He got arrested.

Westmont is helping me
get the charges dropped.

Was that not the same
Doug Westmont who keeps

going on TV talking
about Pruitt's compound,

claiming he got nothing to do
with the theater bombing?

And Abe Pruitt should never
have been arrested.

What's a rule box?

Stuff I used to write down,

- reminders.
- Your wife,

she left in tears.

You need to be a man and end it.

The guy's name
was Linus Eckles.

None of us had
ever heard of him before.

His neighbor said he was quiet,
didn't make much noise.

Linus was good with details.

He liked exact measurements,
calculations.

Not many people
appreciated that about him.

Not many people
appreciated him at all.

♪ What a wonderful world... ♪

But that all changed
when he started believing

in a higher power,
something bigger than himself.

♪ I see skies of blue... ♪

He started using his skills
to take care of

things that
needed taking care of.

♪ And clouds of white... ♪

And today was the day
that he would use those skills

to take care of something
much bigger than himself.

Today was the day
that quiet Linus Eckles

would make a big bang.

♪ Yes, I think to myself ♪

♪ What a wonderful world. ♪

What do you got,
paint stains there?

Yeah. Varnish. I was testing it
out for the boat this morning.

You don't have any paint thinner
in the shed?

Ran out.

But olive oil's working
good enough for this job.

You didn't feel like doing any
actual building this morning?

I wasn't focused. I...

Diane and I ended things, so...

Ah, I'm sorry.

It was the right thing
for both of us.

Yeah.

I'm more worried about
how I'm gonna tell everyone.

I just want to move on,
you know?

- I can let folks know.
- Yeah?

Yeah, if that'll
make things easier for you.

Oh...

- Thanks, Kowalski.
- Sure.

Hey, but I'd
clean this bottle off

and put it back in the kitchen.
Otherwise, Mary Jo's gonna have

a justifiable reason
to be pissed off at you.

- Thanks again, Kowalski.
- You bet.

Kowalski, hold up.

Dalton Basement just said
that bloodsucking lawyer's

up there talking
to Wheeler again.

- Who?
- Doug Westmont,

Abe Pruitt's lawyer.

- He up there?
- No idea.

Hey, have you seen Gail?

I gotta tell her something
for Gibbs.

Hey, y'all talking
Doug Westmont?

That is a large cup of joe
you got there, Rando.

Yeah, it's my second one
this morning. Lot of caffeine.

I pulled an all-nighter
to finish inputting all

the case files on the computer
because HQ asked me to

start making a computer database

for all the evidence logs
across the agency now.

Yeah, I heard about
those computer databases.

And, boss,
to answer your question, yes,

the bloodsucking lawyer
Doug Westmont is 100%

up in Wheeler's office,
but it's got nothing

to do with Abe Pruitt. Hey,

sorry to cut you off
there, K-Dog.

- No.
- Anyway,

Wheeler's son,
he got arrested for shooting

paintballs at cars
on an access road

and lost his internship
at the FBI.

So, Wheeler called in
Doug Westmont

to help get the charges dropped.

Fingers crossed all the way.

Yeah, I know all that already,
Rando.

Wheeler told me last week.

Gotcha. Man, this caffeine
is really pumping hard.

Where's Gail?

I believe she's servicing
the copier

with some fresh toner.

Thank you.

Guaranteed Westmont's
up there spinning the truth.

That's what all them lawyers do.

Oh, darn it all.

That toner got you, huh?

Why don't you
try some olive oil?

Gibbs just brought
the bottle into the kitchen.

Thanks, Kowalski.

Hey, speaking of Gibbs,
I have some news.

It's very unfortunate,
very sensitive.

What is it?

This probably shouldn't be
spread around.

Oh, I wouldn't. I'm a vault.

Gibbs and Diane called it quits.

Their marriage is over.

No...

That's...

- Will you excuse me a minute?
- Sure thing.

Mary Jo,
I gotta tell you something.

Very unfortunate
and very sensitive.

Gibbs and Diane
are getting a divorce.

So, a nolo contendere
plea acknowledges that

there's enough to convict.

But you will not
be pleading guilty.

So you'll get probation,
some community service.

But you'll escape doing
any time in juvie.

What about his permanent record?

Clean slate once he turns 18.

Thank God he's a terrible shot.
I wouldn't have been able

to help him if he
actually hit any of the cars.

The paint gun
wasn't calibrated right.

Sign the papers, Jason.

All right.
Well, don't you worry, kid.

Uncle Dougie
has got you covered.

Here, take it.

It's for the shooting range
off Fifth Street.

Oh, I don't think
that's a good idea.

Well, it's better than
having him shoot paintballs

50 yards off FBI property.

Take him for a little
target practice, Cliff.

Let him work out
some aggression.

- Okay, Doug.
- No, I'm serious. Look,

they're a prickly bunch of
bastards that run the place.

But you show them that card, I
mean, they'll give you 15% off.

- Doug.
- What?

Can I speak to you
in private, please?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Look, this
paintball thing isn't just

about him getting arrested.

I told you,
the FBI is firing him

from his internship
in the mailroom.

I understand
this is a lot to ask,

but could you get him
an internship at your firm?

Absolutely not.

Yeah, I figured.

Shelly and I, we just don't
know what to do anymore.

We'll get him to a good place.

We're playing piano together.
Next thing you know,

I'm getting another call
from the local authorities.

I mean, he's really good
at social studies, but what

does that even mean? How do you
turn that into a career?

I don't know, man. That's
why Holly and I never had kids.

I got the snip years ago.

So, look, just give my office
a ring when the kid signs

- and you're ready to file.
- Yeah, okay. Thanks.

You let that bloodsucking
lawyer take my spot.

Well, I've been
letting guests use it

since you weren't driving.

Yeah, well, I'm driving now,

so if you could, please, sir,

just let--

Cliff!

- Cliff, are you okay?
- Jason. Where's Jason?

I don't know.
Was he still inside?

- Jason!
- What the hell happened?

- Get back!
- Car bomb.

Westmont's dead.

- Move, move!
- Did you see my son?

- Is he inside?
- I don't know!

Everyone's evacuating!

- Sir, you can't go in there.
- My son is inside.

Sir, we need everyone
to clear the area.

No, this is my office!

You get the hell out of my way!
My son's inside.

- Dad!
- Jason! Jason!

- Oh. Oh.
- I thought you were dead.

- I'm okay. I'm okay.
- Are you okay?

- Is everybody okay?
- Doug Westmont was in the car.

Down, down, down!

Mary Jo! Dalton!

Get him out of here!
Get these two out of here.

- Go! Take whoever you can!
- Come on, come on.

- Dad!
- Go! I'm all right!

- Go! Go! Go! Go!
- The Jeep!

Stay with Kowalski!
Get in there!

Head down! Head down!

- Randolf, what's the source?
- Came from the car, sir.

He probably had ammo in there,
it's cooking off.

Everyone hold your fire!

There's ammo
burning off in the car!

There is no gunman!
There is no gunman!

Gibbs, set up
a 500-foot perimeter.

Franks,
radio the fire department.

Strickland, Randolf,
Dominguez, make sure

the buildings are empty. I want
the whole area cleared now!

Go, go, go!

Dominguez, you in there?

Uh, yeah.
I'll be up in a minute.

- Did Gail find you?
- Yeah. She left a note.

- What's going on?
- Bomb squad lets us back in.

30 minutes later,
she got everybody

and their mama knowing.

Knowing what?

Gibbs and Diane split up.

Sounds like it's
really gonna take this time.

Anyhow, I just thought
you should know so you don't

accidentally say
something dumb to him.

Thanks.

Hey, is Lala in here? Lala?

What?

Gibbs and Diane
are ending their marriage.

So don't say anything dumb.

Copy.

Let's go, Rando.
What do we know?

We got a bomb planted
in Westmont's car.

That's right, we do. So, yeah,
it's like, you know how

I stayed up all night to finish
the computer job so I could

start the new computer job?
It's kind of like my brain

is just like
this human computer,

just...
fueled by caffeine.

And in other news,
Doc Tango confirmed

cause of death was Westmont
getting blown up by the bomb.

Wow, I was gonna
try to come down slow.

But you just poured it
into the...

Hey, Vera's
notifying Westmont's wife.

What?

- Nothing.
- We heard about you and Diane.

We know it must have been hard

to watch her walk out the door.

But we're all here for you, man.

Marriages end every second.

One just ended right now
in Cleveland. I'm sure.

Let's go. What do we know?

Did we hear from Woody?

Yep. Bomb forensics
should be ready shortly.

I also made contact
with Westmont's office.

Told them we'd be stopping by
to discuss timelines, enemies.

Guy's a lawyer, Rando,
we should block out

the whole damn day
to talk enemies.

Where are we
with the investigation?

Sir, if you
don't mind me saying,

your "take charge" performance
after that bomb went off,

I mean, that was awesome.

It was like, uh,

it was like Joe Average
turns Commando Cliff.

Dalton took Jason
home to Shelly's.

Until things calm down,

I'm keeping an agent
posted there.

Jason's pretty shaken up.

When you talked to Westmont,
did he seem off?

- He say anything?
- No. Nothing.

All right, let's find
ourselves some leads then.

Probie, you and me will
head to Westmont's office.

You two got forensics.

Can we stop
for a soda on the way?

I really think it's safer
if I come down slowly.

- Holy hell.
- Yeah,

that is a mammoth amount
of caffeine, buddy.

It's okay. Don't worry about it.

- He's coming down slowly.
- You know what?

Forget we brought it up. We have
bigger things to discuss.

Oh, should we
start with this fax

we got from Gail about
Gibbs being back on the market?

Or do you guys want
to talk about bomb parts first?

- Gibbs being back on the...
- Bomb parts.

Bomb parts. Bomb parts for sure.

Right.

Okay, I'll just set this
right over here

and we can refer to it later.

So, the, uh, shots following

the car bomb were definitely
ammo cooking off from the heat.

Yeah, looks like

Westmont had a couple boxes
in his glove compartment,

along with this 9mm handgun.

What about this?
Is this it? This is the bomb?

Yes, Randolf,
you're looking at a brick

of C4 and a detonator,
a pretty simple bomb design.

Well, detonator
was a different story.

Yes, the detonator
was quite sophisticated,

but I managed to piece it
back together thanks to

my undisputed
mechanical prowess.

You fixed the copier one time,
Philip, so, come on.

The detonator
was not on a timer.

It was wired to
the car's ignition.

But it was designed to go off
on the second turn of the key.

Mm-hmm. Key turn one,
prime the bomb.

Key turn two...

- Bomb goes boom.
- So someone planted the bomb

at one location
and wanted it to go off

at Westmont's next location?

Wait, are you guys saying
the bomber was targeting NIS?

I think we are. We're just
scientists. You guys are the...

I mean, I just know
how the bomb worked.

You tell us, I guess.

Mr. Westmont wasn't scheduled

to be at NIS this morning.

- I'm sure of it.
- Can we see his schedule?

Yes. Sorry,
I'm looking at the wrong one.

That was Mr. Keller's.
This is Mr. Westmont's.

Sorry.

I just can't believe
what happened to him.

It's okay.

- Take your time.
- Ashley,

cancel my lunch, will you?

Gentlemen, Carter Dodd.

And our third partner,
Perry Keller.

Pleasure. You're with NIS?

- Sorry for your loss.
- I wouldn't believe it,

except the news
just started reporting it.

Doug was...

It doesn't seem real.

Excuse me, Agent Franks.

I found Mr. Westmont's schedule.

Hold on there, Ashley.
What are you giving them?

We need to know where Westmont
should have been this morning.

I'm afraid you'll need
a court order.

- You yanking my chain right now?
- Attorney-client privilege

still applies, even post mortem.

I'm trying to find out
who killed your damn partner,

and y'all are gonna play
lawyer games?

The attorney-client privilege
is sacred.

Sacred, my ass. You want to
know who killed him or not?

Uh...

Pardon me, I have an amendment
to discovery for Mr. Westmont.

Uh, Monica, Doug was...

He was killed
this morning, ma'am.

Oh, my God.

Uh, what happened?

You work here?

You mind telling us where he
was meant to be this morning?

No, I-I'm with
the U.S. attorney's office.

But do you have a warrant
for his schedule?

- Y'all are unbelievable.
- Look,

once you have a warrant,
swing back around. We'll be...

Ah, just give us
the damn schedule.

The Abe Pruitt appeal.

His schedule says he
was supposed to be working on

the Pruitt appeal this morning.

I don't know where,
but it wasn't NIS.

You hear that, probie?
We got a barn full of ashes.

And now Abe Pruitt's trottin'
in from pasture.

You think Abe's involved
in this?

Hell, I wouldn't
put it past him.

I'm telling you, them lawyers,

they talk and they talk
until one day,

you wake up and
they're stealing your ranch

right out from under you.

- You mean your place in Texas?
- Yeah, my place.

Whatever place. It don't matter.

With that many bloodsuckers
spinning the truth,

including the dead guy,
and you add in Abe Pruitt?

That bastard used to be
a lawyer, too.

Now he thinks he's
some kind of compound god.

You mark my words, probie.

With that many lawyers spinning,
ain't no way in hell

this case is ever
getting solved.

Who amongst us

hasn't felt small?

Who hasn't felt judged?

- Amen!
- That's right.

Yep!

Look at me.
We are small.

But that is only because
there is something bigger,

something more powerful
than the bars that imprison us.

Look at me.

I am free.

Hmm.

- How'd it happen?
- Car bomb.

At his home?

- His wife okay?
- Happened at our office.

- At Pendleton.
- Listen, Abe,

I'd rather not BS you
in the house of God.

We know you got
a thing for bombs,

and the lawyer who couldn't
get you out of here

just got blown up by one.

I had nothing to do with
that movie theater bombing.

And nothing to do with
Stanley taking his own life.

That's not why we're here.

Agent Gibbs,
let me tell you why I'm here.

I'm here because you
exposed me for bigamy.

I'm here because I married Beth

to get her health insurance
for her chemotherapy.

I did that. And I'm prepared
to serve my time.

I would do it again.

Seems like
you're making good use

of your time in here.

Replacing your flock.

My people aren't being replaced.

Wilson & Barnes
kicked them off our land.

So, yes, they are scattered.

But they can never be replaced.

What we built
will always be with us.

Your brother felt the same.

Spoke to Mason
last week on the phone.

He didn't tell you?

Spoke to him and said what?

That I was sorry
how things ended.

That I was praying for him.
And that I was trying to reach

all my people
to tell them as much.

Mr. Pruitt, if you made peace

with serving your time,
why'd you file an appeal?

- I didn't.
- Westmont was scheduled

to work on his argument
for it this morning.

- The reporter.
- The what?

A reporter came to
see me a couple months ago.

He was doing a story on
the movie theater bombing

and my conviction.

Told me Westmont
filed an appeal.

I said he was mistaken. But...

There were no grounds
for an appeal.

I told Westmont that.

So why would he file anyway?

Who's the reporter
who came to see you?

Reporter's name
is Freddie Riles.

Prison's records show

he visited Abe Pruitt
three months ago.

Confirmed with
the Chronicle that Riles was

writing a piece
on the theater bombing.

He likely made contact
with Westmont while he

- was researching.
- Well, bring him in here, then.

We can't. He died
of a heart attack last month.

Asking too many questions. Could
have gotten himself killed.

I went down that road,
too, Gibbs.

But then I did a little
more digging.

Riles had a heart condition
since birth.

- Heart attack was legit.
- What about
the article he wrote?

He didn't finish it.

Family says he left behind
a huge amount of notes.

But his family lawyered up.
They want a court order

before they
hand over his writings.

What the hell'd they
lawyer up for?

They said there's too many
notes to go through,

but I just think they got too
scared of what might be in them.

Last thing we need is another

damn lawyer
on this thing, Rando.

- I didn't tell him to get one.
- I ain't yelling at you!

I'm yelling at the amount
of truth-spinning bloodsuckers

we got on this thing!

Okay, well,
it just feels like a really

high decibel
just blasting in my face.

And I just cut myself off
from caffeine now,

so I'm feeling a little
light-headed.

Sit your ass down, then.

I'll get to work on the warrant.

Don't bother. Wheeler's on it.

- Cliff?
- Yeah,

he said he's gonna throw
some weight around

and get the warrant expedited.

He's still riding high from
that Commando Cliff performance

after the bomb went off.

Rando, do what you gotta do
to get right.

Probie, Dominguez,
call in Westmont's wife.

Let's see if she'll
give us a list of enemies

without a damn court order.

Hey, boss, how was
Pruitt when you talked to him?

Gibbs said Westmont filed
an appeal without him knowing.

Silver State Ranch.

- Mason.
- Mikey.

Damn, I was just
about to call you.

I saw on the news
about Abe's lawyer.

You know who done it?

Listen, I went to see Abe.

He said he talked to you
on the phone.

Yeah, he tracked me down
through a lady that

lived with us on the compound.

He didn't want nothing,
just to tell me

he was sorry
he couldn't save the land.

Didn't say nothing else?
Nothing about his lawyer?

No.

Honestly, Mikey,
I know you told me

all that bad stuff he done,
but I don't know,

when I talk to him, he doesn't
seem like that kind of guy.

Mikey?

Listen, Mason,
let's catch up later.

- I gotta run.
- Sure thing.

Shelly, listen to me.

Tell him that he is safe,
that I am safe.

The bomb was supposed
to go off somewhere else.

If... if you need anything,

just call me
and I will handle it.

Okay.

Jason is... pretty shaken up.

Well, I'm sure he is, but you
sound like you're handling it.

Just make sure you don't
take things too far.

- What?
- The Commando Cliff routine

was great outside, but now

I've got a scared courier
saying I gotta get

8 million boxes
off of his truck immediately,

because you were too pushy when
you expedited that warrant.

- Are these the reporter's notes?
- You can sit that right there.

What are you putting them
in here for?

Because you requested it, Cliff.

I swear,

that bomb went off, and now
everything is out of whack.

- Mm-hmm.
- Do you know how things

run smooth around here, Cliff?

I intervene.

Well, things happened so fast,

when we got back
in the building,

I didn't have time to intervene.

Now Gail's got the whole
office running around talking

about Gibbs's divorce,
Randy is about to have

the biggest caffeine
crash-out known to man,

and you are walking around here
with your chest puffed out

so far,
you going to tip over, Cliff.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

Get this stuff out of here.
Just-- Have Vera and Kowalski

go through it all with you.

Wheeler.

Wait. Shelly.
No, no, no. Hold on.

Calm down.
I-I can't understand you.

He-he did what?

Okay, I'll handle it.

I said I'll handle it.

Jason snuck out. He's on
the loose doing god-knows-what.

My husband wasn't a perfect man,

but he was a good one.

Mrs. Westmont,
can you think of anyone

that would want
to hurt your husband?

Being a defense attorney,
Doug always says

making enemies is
a part of the job description.

- You got any names?
- Sure.

I-I can write them down
if you'd like.

Ma'am, do you know why
your husband filed an appeal

for Abe Pruitt
when Abe didn't want one?

No, but...

What?

He bought a gun recently,
joined a shooting range.

He said it was for fun,
but then he also said

the guys who worked there
were awful.

I asked him why he kept going.

He just changed the subject.

You know which shooting range?

It's called Oceanside Arms.

Do you think Wheeler's gonna
put a BOLO out for his son?

You good?

Yeah, just a bit of a crash
from the caffeine stoppage.

But it was worth it to start

that new computerized
evidence log.

Why am I even
talking about this, dude?

- Your marriage is fricking over.
- Ah, I'm fine.

Let's discuss this after.
Promise?

Oh, just so you know,
Lala said Westmont's wife said

the guys that work here,
real jerks.

We told you what we know.
Now get the hell out of here.

Hey, listen, buddy...

Hey, guys, how about you
run us through it again

with a little less feeling,
and one at a time, please?

- What, are we boring you?
- What is wrong with you, man?

Why would you open your mouth
up that big in front of me?

We told you, okay?
Westmont was learning

to shoot because
he was being stalked.

He was being tailed
by a dude in a Pinto.

Yeah, some dude in a Pinto
was following him.

- The guy was bald.
- Dude tailing him had no hair.

Are you serious
right now, dude?

Sir, what are you doing here?

Hey, dumbass,
you gotta check in!

Hey. What the hell were
you thinking, sneaking off

- and coming here?
- Dad, what are you...

I had to pay off the taxi driver
to tell me where he took you.

Do you know how
humiliating that is?

- I was just...
- You let a child

into a shooting range
without a legal guardian?

Is Jason old enough to be here?

- I doubt it.
- He had cash and an ID.

What? Oh, come on.

Does that look like
a 16-year-old to you?

Are you blind? He must
have stolen it from my wallet.

You need to watch yourself.
You're standing in my domain.

You see my kid?

He's my domain. And you do
not want to test me today.

- Step off, man.
- Hey!

Okay, second wind.
Here we go.

Thank you.

For not leaving me hanging
back there.

Never seen you throw a punch.

It was impressive.

The way you took control
this morning, too.

Yeah, I've always been scrappy.

You start wearing a suit every
day, people forget who you are.

You forget who you are.

Well, at least
you got a description

of the guy following Westmont.

And no broken bones.

- I would call that a win-win.
- Mm.

What are you
gonna do with Jason?

Ah, I put him
in the conference room.

Told him he's grounded for
an open-ended period of time.

Yeah.

I meant after that.

I don't know.

We're in this vicious cycle
where things

get better and then
they go back to being worse.

Worst part about being a dad.

When you don't know
how to help him.

Never goes away.

Hey,

I'm sorry to hear
about you and Diane.

Divorce is complicated.

For her and me, maybe not.

She'll file the paperwork.
I'll sign it.

Are you two kidding me?

You're gonna go out there
on the clock

and get into a brawl
at a gun club?

What the hell were you thinking?

- They started it.
- Cliff,

you are busting heads
in a suit, for God's sakes.

They riled me up about Jason.

Look, I know you're
on the edge about Jason,

and I know you've
been feeling yourself

since your Commando Cliff
routine, but, honey,

we need you to represent

this office properly.

Now tell me you understand that.

- I understand that.
- Gibbs.

Are you going to
represent the office properly,

even though you all
broken up about Diane?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.

I need your help on this.

What does that say?

Uh...

Are these the reporter's notes?
He has horrible handwriting.

We think this page is
talking about Westmont,

but we can't make
heads or tails out of it.

Vera and Kowalski
have been staring at it

- for the last two hours.
- Uh...

"In the trash.

There are far
too many octopuses."

"Octopi."

- Octopi.
- Yeah.
- Never mind.

Gibbs, I need you to
tell Randy what I said about

properly representing
the office when he wakes up.

I had to force him
to take a nap.

The whole dang office
is out of whack.

Bernard Randolf,
you've always been my hero.

I am? That's...

That's not funny. You know
I'm sensitive about heroics.

Come on, let's go.

Time to get up.
MJ says

the caffeine should be
fully cycled out.

Yeah, I'm good.
I don't need help.

- I got it.
- This is the car

- we're looking for.
- What?

It's the car
that was following Westmont.

1977 Ford Pinto Cruising Wagon
in bright red.

How do we know that?

Because the guys
from the shooting range.

No, they just said
it was a red Pinto.

They didn't give us a model
or anything.

Yeah, but once y'all
were done wailing on each other,

I called them up,
got the details.

After dealing
with all them lawyers,

I found these guys
to be very reasonable.

They gave you
a picture of the car, too?

No. Clearly, I just
pulled this as a reference

from one of Kowalski's
Car & Driver magazines.

What's the matter, Rando?
Your brain ain't working yet?

Mary Jo said all the caffeine
would be fully cycled out.

No, I'm good. Look at me go.

What else do we got? Description
of the stalker, right?

Guy in the Pinto
was tall and bald.

Hundred percent bald head.

Six-foot to six-foot-two,
white, mid-40s.

And Westmont figured he was

hired by some
disgruntled client.

And the guys at the shooting
range told you all this?

They were very reasonable.

Rando, call up the DMV.

Get all the red Pinto
registrations in the county.

See if any of the drivers
match our description.

- Copy.
- Dominguez, tell probie to quit

licking his wounds with Wheeler
and get his ass back up here.

Where we at with
those reporter's notes?

Okay. I think
I figured out his W's.

See how they all
do this swoopy thing,

like a pair of boobs?

Can I see?

What?
I just want to help.

Yeah, I bet you do.

How much writing can one man do?

I'm getting carpal tunnel
just looking at all this stuff.

Maybe he had that,
uh, that thing.

You know, that thing where-where
you can't stop writing.

What's it called?

- It's called, uh...
- Hey.

- Your name's Richard, right?
- What about it?

Why would you have people
call you Dick instead of Rick?

It's kind of like
you're asking for it.

Okay. Your dad said
sit here quietly. Remember?

The compulsive writing
thing you're talking about

is called hypergraphia.

Edgar Allan Poe had it.

Edgar Allan Poe was a Richard.

Hey, look, kid,
I know you had a rough day,

but the only Richard
in here is you.

You want to help?
Here, have at it.

And shut your damn trap.

Hey, Mary Jo,
you want to have a look here?

You see what Vera
was saying about the W's?

- Mm-hmm.
- "Westmont's

"work on the Pruitt appeal

does not match
the time spent to billing."

You just gotta squint your eyes
and let your brain fill it in.

How-how the hell did you
learn how to do that?

The day before we take a test,
my social studies teacher

writes out the answer key
and she leaves it on her desk.

So I taught myself to read
her horrible handwriting, and...

I'm getting an A in the class.

- Please don't tell my dad.
- Here, can you read this?

Um...

"She ensures favorable rulings

for Westmont's clients."

"He pays her kickbacks
in return."

Uh...

"They meet doing trades"?

No, "they meet during times..."

"...billed to
the Pruitt appeal."

Westmont was colluding
illegally.

With who?

Hey, with who? Kid, come on.

Oh, uh...

Someone named...

"Ausa."

Ausa? You mean AUSA?

What does that stand for?

Assistant U.S. attorney.

I'll call Franks.

Monica Adams, NIS.

Mrs. Adams, we spoke to you

at Westmont's office
this morning.

We need to talk to you.

Hit it.

Couch. Hands!

Let me see your hands!

Got her. Clear it.

Your wine fell?

Yes.

Anyone else in here with you?

My husband's away.

Did you find out
who killed Doug?

You and Doug had an agreement.

Y'all were trading favors.

What?

No.

We were having an affair.

I loved him. I'm sorry.

I should have told you
earlier, but...

I was scared.

I knew it would end my career,

my marriage...

- My life.
- So when Westmont

scheduled time to work
on the Pruitt appeal,

he was seeing you,

which means you were supposed
to be with him this morning.

Yes. He got...

called away
for a meeting at NIS.

I made up some excuse
to go see him afterwards.

So when you
told me what happened,

Doug and I were
supposed to be together

when the bomb went off.

We were supposed
to die together.

- Know who would have done this?
- Doug was being followed.

It was a red car.

One night, Doug grabbed his gun
to try and confront him, but...

the car sped off so fast,
the curb ripped the bumper off.

It was a red car.

Red car, red.

Mrs. Adams,
did you take anything tonight?

- Any medication?
- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.
- Hey. Hey.

- Let me see your hands.
- No, hands!

Put your hands up.

- Stay back.
- Ma'am, keep your hands up.

Where I can see them, please.

She took a bunch of pills.

The curb, it took the bumper.

- Oh, geez.
- Damn it, probie, call it in.

- Yeah, I got it.
- Mrs. Adams.

Look at me.
Look at me!

Monica Adams is in
the hospital. What do we know?

- Is she gonna make it?
- They pumped her stomach,

said that we got her there
just in time.

She was another lawyer
spinning the truth till

we busted down her door, dragged
it out of her, Dominguez.

What do we know?

Adams and Westmont
weren't colluding.

They were having an affair.

She knew about
the guy who was following him.

- She said that there was...
- Red Pinto hit a curb,

lost a bumper. Yeah,
Mary Jo gave us the message.

Well, you doing
anything about it?

Yes, Franks.

And don't speak to me like that.

I don't practice law.

You're displacing
your anger again.

I apologize.

Randy and I have been calling
all the body shops in the area.

We're looking to see
if any of them have repaired

a bumper on a red Pinto for
a guy matching our description.

- Nothing so far?
- Okay, thanks.

Waldo's Auto Body Shop, baby.

Owner is appropriately
named Waldo.

He replaced the front bumper
on a bright red

'77 Ford Pinto Cruising Wagon
two weeks ago.

- Driver matches our description?
- Yep.

White, 40s, bald as a mother.

His name is Linus Eckles.

And Waldo gave us
his freaking home address!

Let's go!
I got my third wind.

Giddyap!

Linus Eckles! NIS!

Son of a bitch. Clear it!

Let's go.

Clear!

Mr. Eckles, show me your hands.

God said you were coming,
so I set them free.

Hands!

Show me your hands!

- Probie, cuff him.
- Stay down!

Stay down.
Give me your hands.

Fly. Go free.

Fly.

Fly. Fly.

I can get you
some calamine lotion

- after we're done talking.
- Did you all get stung?

They didn't mean it.

C-4 detonator parts
at your apartment.

They're matched to the bomb
that killed Doug Westmont.

Your phone, too.

Be great if we could skip
the part where you deny it,

seeing as you, me, or we
all three know you done it.

I followed Doug Westmont.

I found out he was
having an affair with

Assistant U.S. Attorney
Monica Adams.

I built the bomb.
I planted it in his car.

She was supposed to be nearby
when it went off.

- Why'd you do it?
- Westmont's clients.

A lot of them went to prison.

They didn't know
that he was sleeping

with the prosecutor.

It was unfair.

It needed to be brought
into the light.

What made you start following
Westmont in the first place?

The idea just came in my head,
I guess. From God.

You saying you got yourself
in here facing a murder charge,

'cause some folks you never
even met were being done wrong?

That's right.

Can I get the lotion now?

You think he's crazy
or he's hiding something?

- Both.
- Boss.

He say anything
about Abe Pruitt?

- What?
- We looked into
Eckles' record.

He did a month for
attempted pipe bombing.

- Same prison as Abe Pruitt?
- Yeah.

Eckles was released
two months ago.

Warden said
that he was a regular

at Pruitt's chapel services.

I think it happened like this.

Abe Pruitt realized
Westmont was up to something

when that reporter
asked about his appeal.

Abe brainwashed Linus Eckles
in his prison church

and told him about
a dirty lawyer named Westmont.

When Eckles was released,
he followed Westmont

in his red Pinto,

found out about the affair,

and reported it back to Abe.

Abe told him to do
the bombing, but Eckles

refused to admit
Abe was involved.

So the team
tried to prove that after

Eckles was released from prison,

he made contact with Abe.

No phone call from
Eckles to Abe in prison.

Nothing in the
visitation logs either.

We got no way to prove
Abe was behind this.

Told y'all! With this many
lawyers spinning,

this case ain't ever
getting solved!

There's no proof that
Abe was behind all this, but...

he probably did it
to expose the affair.

Because that could get
a lot of mistrials declared.

I wrote some other things down,
but it's just more notes.

Seems like
you got pretty invested.

After the bomb went off...

...I was scared.

But then I saw how you were.

And I'd never seen you
like that before.

It was like everything
I thought I knew, I didn't.

So you snuck out
to a shooting range.

To see if I could be
a good shot.

To see if maybe I could be
an agent someday, like you.

Seems like all I've
ever done is screw things up.

But today I helped
solve the case.

And maybe I could
turn into something good.

Jason...

You are something good.

But we just can't
keep going backwards.

I won't.

I have something now.
I have something to go for.

And I thought maybe
I could do an internship here.

Two months. You stay
out of trouble for two months,

and then we'll talk about it.

Deal.

♪ I see trees of green ♪

♪ Red roses, too ♪

A lot of people believe

in something bigger
than themselves.

I always wanted to be like that.

The kind of person that
believes in something bigger.

♪ What a wonderful world ♪

Thought you might be here.

No, don't get up.

For the bee stings.

Ah.

And for everything else.

Ah.

Thanks.

What you writing?

Franks inspired a new rule.

"Rule number 13:
Never involve a lawyer."

After all this, it should be,

"Never ever involve a lawyer."

Maybe I'll rewrite it later.

I figured you usually talked
to Diane after a day like this.

I completely bought that you
were fine all day, by the way.

I am.

I think I can see myself
living alone.

Big house with a fireplace,
basement maybe.

Focus on work,
build a few boats.

I think that'd be enough.

You're just gonna go cold turkey
on relationships then, huh?

Lala, I don't think
I can do it again.

So I think I'm done.

I'm done.

♪ The colors of the rainbow ♪

♪ So pretty in the sky ♪

♪ Are also on the faces... ♪

Are you leaving?

Yeah, I just came to
drop that stuff off.

- It's been a long day.
- Yeah.

♪ They're really saying ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ I hear babies cry... ♪

I tried to
hang on to something bigger,

but in the end,
reality always won out.

♪ They'll learn much more
than I'll ever know...♪

Two weeks after Doug Westmont
was killed by a car bomb...

...and his affair
with AUSA Monica Adams

was exposed, Abe Pruitt
was granted a mistrial.

The judge threw out
his conviction.

He told his followers
he walked out a free man

'cause there was something
bigger than themselves.

But he was
about to show the world

what he really believed.

In Abe Pruitt's mind,

there was nothing bigger
than Abe Pruitt.

♪ Ooh, yes. ♪

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