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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? An A. 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 Eccles.

None of us had ever heard of him before.

His neighbors 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.

But that all changed when he started believing in a higher power, something

bigger than himself.

He started using his skills to take care of things that needed taking care of.

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 Eccles would make a big bang.

I think to myself What a wonderful

world

You got paint stands there?

Yeah, varnish.

I was testing it out for the boat this morning.

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

It 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, uh... Diane and I ended things,

so... I'm sorry.

It was the right thing for both of us.

Yeah. I'm more worried about how I'm going to tell everyone. I just want to

move on, you know?

I can let folks know.

Yeah? Yeah.

That'll make things easier for you.

Oh.

Thanks, Kowalski. Sure.

Yeah, but I'd clean this bottle off and put it back in the kitchen. Otherwise,

Mary Jo's going to have a justifiable reason to be pissed off at you.

Thanks again, Kowalski.

You bet.

Kowalski, hold up.

Dalton Basement just said that blood-sucking lawyer's up there talking

to Wheeler again.

Who? Doug Westmont, Abe Pruitt's lawyer. You 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, Randall. Yeah, it's my second one

this morning. A 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 this computer data. And, boss, to answer your question, yes,

the blood-sucking 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-Dawg. 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, Grando. 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.

The 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 contender, a 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. 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, um, look, just give my office a ring when the kid signs. You ready to file?

Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

You left a blood-sucking lawyer to 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...

Okay. Jason, where's Jason? I don't know. Was he still inside?

Jason! What the hell happened?

Car bomb.

This one's dead.

Move, move. Did you see my son? I don't know. Everyone's evacuating.

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

So 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!

So you were dead. I'm okay. I'm okay. Are you okay? Is everybody okay? I

thought Westmoreland was in the car.

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

Randall, what's the source? Safe in 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 gunmen!

There is no gunmen!

Okay? Set up a 500-foot perimeter.

Franks, radio the fire department.

Strickland, Randolph, 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.

They'll 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 them.

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, Randall. 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, Duck Tangle 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? We heard about you and Diane.

We know it must have been hard to watch her walk out the door, but we're all

still free, 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 Winnie?

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, Randall. 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 Joe Everidge 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.

And when you talked to Westmont, did he seem off? Did he say anything?

No, nothing.

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

Broby, you and me are heading to Westmont's office. You two got

forensics.

If 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, for sure.

Right. Okay.

Just set this right over here and we can refer to it later.

So the 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,

Randolph, 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, Phillips, so go 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. 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. This is Mr.

Westmont. 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, Barry Keller.

Pleasure. You're with NIS?

Sorry for your loss. I wouldn't believe it except the news just started

reporting it.

That duck 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're yanking my chain right now.

Attorney-client privilege still applies even post-mortem. We're 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 wanna know who killed

him or not?

Uh, pardon me?

I have an amendment to discovery for Mr. Westmont.

Monica.

Doug was... He was killed this morning, ma'am.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

You work here.

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

No, 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. Just give us the damn

schedule. The A. Prude Appeal.

His schedule says he was supposed to be working on the Prude Appeal this

morning. I don't know where, but it was an NIS.

Hear that, Broby?

We got a barn full of asses, and now Abe Pruitt's strutting in for pastor.

You think Abe's involved in this? Hell, I wouldn't put past him.

I'm telling you, them lawyers, they talk and they talk, and for 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

hadn't Abe Pruitt, that bastard used to be a lawyer, too. Now he thinks he's

some kind of compound god.

You mark my words, Broby.

With that many lawyers spinning...

in the way in how this case is ever getting solved.

Who amongst us hasn't felt small?

Who hasn't felt judged?

That's right.

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.

How'd it happen?

Car bomb.

At his home?

Is 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 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 and Barnes kicked them off our land.

So yes, they are scattered.

But they can never be replaced.

What we build 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?

And 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.

Westmount 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 Freddy Riles.

Prison's record show.

He visited A. Pruitt three months ago. We 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.

You're asking too many questions. Could have gotten himself killed. I went down

that road two gives, 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.

That's what 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 true 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

lightheaded. Sit your ass down there.

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.

Brando, do what you gotta do to get right.

Proby, 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? Gibb 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 tell me he was sorry he couldn't save the land.

He didn't say nothing else?

Nothing about his lawyer?

No.

Honestly, Mikey, I know you told me all that bad stuff he'd 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've got to 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 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 eight 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 there right there. What are you putting him in here for?

Because you requested it, Cliff.

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

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' 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're

gonna tip over, Cliff.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Get this stuff out of here.

Have Vera and Kowalski go through it all with you.

Wheeler, wait.

Shelly, no, no, no. Hold on. Calm down. I can't understand you.

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 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.

You think Wheeler's gonna put a bolo up for his son?

You good?

Yeah, it's 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 freaking over. Yeah,

I'm fine. Ugh.

Let's discuss this after a promise.

Oh, just so you know, Lala said Westmont's wife said the guys that work

here, real jerks.

All right, 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 the hell is wrong with you, man? Why would you open your mouth up that

big in front of me? We told you, okay? West Run 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. 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 up! 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.

When 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.

What are you going to do with Jason?

I'd put him in the conference room.

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

Yeah.

And then 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've 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.

That's not right.

Octopi. 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.

You've always been my hero.

I am.

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

Come on!

It 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 guy's 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.

You're dealing with all them lawyers. I found these guys to be very reasonable.

And they gave you a picture of the car, too?

No. Clearly, I just pulled this as a reference. You're one of Polsky's car

and driver magazines.

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

Mary Joyce 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 is tall and bald?

100% bald head, 6'6", 6'2", 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.

Grando, call up DMV. Get all the red Pinto registrations in the county. See

if any of the drivers match our description.

Copy. Dominguez, tell Probity to quit licking his wounds with Wheeler and get

his ass back up here.

Where we at with those reporters' 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 thing.

You know that thing where you can't stop writing? What's it called?

It's called... 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, little 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?

Westmont's work on the...

Pruitt appeal does not match the time spent to billing?

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

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?

She ensures favorable rulings for Westmont's clients.

He pays her kickbacks in return.

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 A-U-S-A?

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.

You're wine-filled.

Anyone else in here with you?

My husband's away.

Did you find out who killed Doug?

You and Doug had an agreement.

You 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 meeting at NIS.

I made up some excuse to go see him afterwards.

It's when you told me what happened.

Doug and I were supposed to be together when the bomb went off.

We were supposed to have died again.

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 that...

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. Put your hands up.

Stay back. Keep your hands up.

Where I can see them, please.

She took a bunch of pills.

The curb, it took the bumper.

Oh, jeez.

Damn it, probably 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 bumped her stomach, said that we got her there just

in time. She was another lawyer spinning the truth until 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... Brad

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 prepared a bumper on a red Pinto for a guy matching

our description.

Nothing so far. Thanks.

Waldo's Auto Body Shop, baby.

Owner is appropriately named Waldo. He replaced the front bumper on a bright

red 77 Ford Pinto Cruisin' Wagon two weeks ago. Driver matches our

description. Yep. White.

40s bald as a mother his name is linus eccles and waldo gave us his freaking

home address let's go i got my third wind giddy up

son

of a bitch

Mr. Eccles, show me your hands.

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

Hands! Show me your hands!

Bro, stay down!

Stay down! Give me your hands.

Fly. Go free.

Fly.

Fly.

Fly.

Can get you some calamine lotion after we're done talking.

Did you all get stung?

They didn't mean it.

C4 detonator parts of your apartment.

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

You were following him, too.

It'd be great if we could skip the part where you deny it, seeing as you, me, or

we all three know you've 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 I 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 said you got yourself in here facing a murder charge.

Because some folks you never even met were being done wrong.

That's right.

Can I get the love Chanel?

You think he's crazy or

he's hiding something?

Both. Boss!

He say anything about Abe Pruitt?

What? We looked into Eccles' record. He did a month for attempted pipe bombing.

Same prison as Abe Pruitt? Yeah. Eccles 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 Eccles in his prison church and told him about a dirty

lawyer named Westmont.

When Echols 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 Echols refused to admit Abe was

involved, so the team tried to prove that after Echols was released from

prison, he made contact with Abe.

No phone call from Echols to Abe in prison.

Nothing in the visitation logs either. We got no way to prove Abe was behind

this.

Sold, 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.

It 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.

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.

Thought you might be here.

No, don't get up.

For the bee stings. Ah.

And for everything else.

Ah.

Thanks.

What you writing?

Frank's 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 talk 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?

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

So I think I'm done.

I'm done.

Are you

leaving?

Yeah. I just came to drop that stuff off.

It's been a long day.

Yeah.

I tried to hang on to something bigger, but in the end,

reality always won out.

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 because 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.