All language subtitles for BREAKOUT Kings - S01 E06 - Like Father, Like Son (720p NF Web-DL)

(lock buzzes)

(door rattles open)

GUARD:

Open on 12.

GUARD 2: Open on 12.

(lock buzzes, door clanks)

Did you get it?

At first, I was nervous,

then I figured,

what can they do to me?

- I can't get in trouble for.
- Stealin' flour from the kitchen.

- You can't steal.
- From yourself, man.

Our state government spends

a total of 6.4% of

total tax revenues on prisons.

That's $1.6 billion a year.

Now... look around you.

You tell me somebody's not

skimming off the top.

(chuckles)

They steal from us.

I'm going to miss

your wisdom, Christian.

Good luck tomorrow, patriot.

You keep fighting

the fight, patriot.

MAN: Mailing threatening letters

to a government official

is a serious offense.

Plead guilty now and

we'll recommend six months.

I have to go

to the bathroom.

How about an answer first?

Any prisoner not

afforded access

to a bathroom facility

- has had his substantive.
- Due process rights,

As guaranteed by the

14th Amendment, violated...

DeShantey v. Winnebago County.

Department of Social Services.

Unbelievable.

Cuffs stay on.

Cleanup's your problem.

- Let's go.
- They're waiting.

Just wrapping it up, boss.

Come on, Beaumont,

pinch it off.

Beaumont, you hear me?

(alarm bell ringing)

- GUARD: - Lockdown! Lockdown!

We have full lockdown!

CHARLIE: Listen up, cons.

Christian Beaumont...

- He used a lightbulb.
- Filled with flour.

- And match heads.
- Doused in alcohol.

- To bolt the county courthouse.
- Where he was facing charges.

- For mailing threatening letters.
- To the county land assessor.

- Sent them right.
- From his prison cell.

Everyone thought he was stupid.

- But his plan all along.
- Was to find.

- A less secure location, -
so he could make his move.

- Beaumont... where, uh, where have.
- I heard that name before?

'Cause four years ago,

the government seized

his family farm

to build a highway.

He refused to leave.

- When Federal agents.
- Came to get him,

He just started firing.

Standoff lasted two days.

Killed one, wounded three.

And that's not to mention

- the two court officers that.
- He dropped this morning.

I remember this guy.

- Dude's like a folk hero.
- For crazy crackers.

Um, Charlie, your wife's

on line one.

- Could you tell her.
- I'll call her back, please?

Um, can he all you back?

Okay.

Uh, she just wants you to know

that your salsa lesson

was cancelled.

Didn't know you were

a dancer, man.

Are you strictly salsa,

or do you also lambada?

'Cause I gotta tell you,

that dance is forbidden.

- Moving on.
- Mother: Carol. Deceased.

Father: Ellis. Alive.

- The father.
- Seems to share the same.

Anti-government bent as his son,

- and when junior.
- Got incarcerated,

- He joined an extremist group.
- Called the Patriot Front.

You mean as in,

- "These patriots."
- Are going to sit.

"On our front porch with"

shotguns if we see anybody

that walk by who

don't look like us"?

These people just use racial

pride to cover up racist hate.

Couldn't agree with you more.

Can't stand those groups.

Patriot Front, Black Panthers.

The point is, dummies,

- Beaumont could have support.
- On the outside.

Hello. I'm Dr. Lockwood...

- Christian Beaumont's.
- Incarceration psychiatrist.

- Thank you for.
- Coming by, Doctor.

We'll be in there.

- The three of you go talk.
- To Beaumont's family.

Lloyd, you're with me.

- LOCKWOOD: Christian has.
- Severe rage disorder.

And acute

persecution complex.

- It was exacerbated.
- By what he feels.

Was an unlawful government

seizure of his family's land.

Simply put, he's

a very angry man.

- What's your protocol?
- Meds, cognitive therapy?

He refused medication.

- Once a week...
- Strict Freudian analysis.

Freudian analysis? Wow.

Is this 1950?

After sessions, do you take him

- to the sweet shoppe.
- For a malted, or...?

- I'm sorry.
- Who are you?

I'm sorry, too.

I'm Lloyd Lowery.

Harvard class of '93.

Harvard med school class of '97.

- I'm the resident.
- Psychiatrist here.

Where did you matriculate?

The University of Illinois.

- Oh, state school.
- CHARLIE: - Look, I'm sorry.

- We're just looking.
- For anything.

- That will give us.
- Some insight into the man.

The Anarchist Diaries.

Christian was particularly fond

of the author, Carl Huntz,

- who was executed.
- By the Federal government.

- For killing.
- A district court judge.

The guy's a martyr

to the anti-government crowd.

You let Beaumont have this book?

As I stated, the man suffers

from a persecution complex.

If I, as a government employee,

denied him reading material...

- He's an amateur.
- Tone it down, Lowery!

I'm sorry, Charlie. He doesn't

want to deny a very angry man

- a handbook on violence.
- And uprising, because.

- He'd rather have him.
- On his couch.

- With a box of tissues,
- talking about.

- Penis envy.
- You know, I think I'm done here.

By the way,

Dr. Lowery, I am aware

of who you are, but...

- I won't be spoken down to.
- By a person.

Who doesn't even have

his medical license anymore.

Charlie, I couldn't

keep quiet any longer.

- You didn't keep quiet.
- At all, Lloyd.

I mean, I bring you in there

for your expertise

- and you piss.
- All over the guy?

You have one use

to me here... that's it.

- Guess what happens.
- When you stop providing that.

Dig up everything you can

on that author, please.

Lockwood's a hack.

- You want to know what.
- Makes Beaumont tick?

You look at his family.

Okay, who do you

think cultivated his

persecution complex?

That's why I'm glad that

my father wasn't in my life.

Men screw up boys.

You're not close with your dad?

Lars Lowery? No, not really.

I haven't seen him

in about 30 years.

Oh.

- Well, as my.
- Mother explains...

- There's extenuating.
- Circumstances.

He lives in Holland.

- And he's a pretty wealthy.
- And important guy,

- So he wasn't readily available.
- For Little League.

We might have an issue here.

The ten-year anniversary

of Huntz's execution

is the 15th of this month.

That's tomorrow.

Yes... Yes, people with.

Beaumont's pathology love dates.

- They are the fence posts.
- Upon which.

- Unstable ideological flags.
- Are flown.

Like McVeigh's attack on the

anniversary of the Waco siege.

- We already know that Beaumont's.
- Good with explosives.

Do you think he could be

planning some kind of attack

for the anniversary?

- Well, if he is,
- it makes sense.

- He started mailing those.
- Letters out eight months ago.

- He knew it would take.
- A while to get a court date.

- And he got out.
- Just under the wire.

- ZANCANELLI: - Alex Beaumont?

You with the Marshals?

Oh, yeah, you

got that look.

The same look people had

that took our farm.

Left us with this

prime half acre.

- What are you doing.
- On my land?

Where's Christian?

Haven't seen him.

(chuckles)

- Wouldn't tell.
- You if I did.

Well, let's start

off with this.

- What are these.
- Patches here?

Flag Day fireworks.

You heard of Flag Day?

If the grand wizard's

having a picnic,

maybe I'll

pull up a chair.

You want to break bread

with me, old man?

This is not fireworks.

More like explosives.

Hey, Fourth Amendment.

- You can't even come.
- Back up in here.

Without probable cause.

Plain sight rule.

- Your Honor, the.
- Incriminating evidence.

Was clearly visible

from the highway.

You can see those

burn marks from over there?

I ate a lot of carrots.

- ERICA: - Nickel shavings.

Someone cut off handcuffs.

- You got no right.
- To be in my shed.

I'm going to sue you

for everything you've got.

- Send the papers.
- To my summer home.

Where's your hacksaw?

It's gone missing.

You didn't use it to saw

off your son's handcuffs?

How about we ask you

again... this time at

the Marshals office.

Let's do that.

That way I can file a report

about the saw,

which has clearly been stolen.

- And file a complaint.
- Against you.

For illegal search

and seizure.

Now... get off the little bit

of property I have left.

Because we both know you got

no basis to arrest me.

You'll never touch me...

Or my son.

44 cents for a stamp, huh?

- Hey, you name.
- One private company.

- That can raise.
- Its prices every year.

While the service gets worse.

Whatever, right?

I'm just trying

to mail a letter, bro.

Yeah, by all means, bro.

You have a good day.

(car alarms blaring)

- OFFICER: - Please,
stay behind the tape.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Screen captures from

the security cameras.

The images are fed real time

to the central office,

so they're preserved.

We got him leaving that package

next to a desk

- and then taking off.
- Before the explosion.

He hit a Federal institution.

They took his property,

he'll take theirs.

I've seen work done

like this before.

Ammonium nitrate extracted

from fertilizer.

I mean, materials like this,

you need a license for it.

- Jules, get me a list.
- Of all licensed dealers.

Of regulated fertilizer

in the area.

On it.

What're you thinkin'?

I'm thinking.

Beaumont could've hit

a number of Federal
properties...

National parks, military

recruitment centers...

But he picked a post office.

- And in his book, his hero.
- Carl Huntz wrote.

- That in order.
- To cripple the enemy,

You first have to kill their

method of communication.

Yeah, but it's just

a small post office.

Yeah, but it's symbolic.

I think Beaumont

was honoring Huntz.

And if he's that determined

to celebrate this man,

then he's definitely not gonna

let tomorrow's anniversary

- of his execution.
- Go unnoticed.

So he's not through here?

This might be just the warm-up.

- CHARLIE: - Bob LaFontaine?

Charlie DuChamp, U.S. Marshals.

We're here to talk

- to you about.
- Your fertilizer.

- Can't right now.
- It's the busy season.

A lot of people buying.

Anybody by the name

of Christian Beaumont?

I don't know names.

- Well, his father.
- Has crates in his shed.

With your company's logo on it.

Yeah, well, I sell

to lot of people.

Hey, right here.

Oh, my goodness, I think

this is because you're brown.

Charlie, he will not look

at you because you are brown.

SHEA: Hey, check

this out... every week,

"ten bags, ten bags,

12 bags, ten bags."

How come all of a sudden this

guy's gotta have 50 bags

"no later than the 14th"?

- And I only count.
- Ten here.

Where're the other 40?

Plain Sight Rule.

- See, Ray?
- I'm learning.

Aw, look how much

he hates you, Shea.

Oh, this is fascinating stuff.

40 bags of fertilizer?

That's enough to take down

a skyscraper.

Erica, any fertilizer out back?

- Been looking.
- Nothing so far.

- Hey, you can't send Marshals.
- Behind my shop.

You're supposed

to report any purchases.

- People buy two, -
three bags at a time.

I don't have to report

quantities that small.

I've violated no law.

You can't arrest me.

Look, I don't care who you are

or what you believe in.

If you gave Christian.

Beaumont fertilizer

to make bombs,

we will nail you

for murder same as him.

Maybe somebody who looks

like you stole it.

Ray, I'll take care of it.

You take orders from him?

It's an upside-down world.

Next thing you know,

dogs'll be walkin' people.

Ray!

I wish I'd done it.

(spits)

You're in trouble now, pigs.

- It's gonna jump off.
- Early in the morning,

- So we get a full day.
- Of news coverage.

You'll link our sites

to the major network?

- Yeah, they'll be linked.
- Like sausages, my man.

- All our brothers will hear.
- The news.

Almost before it happens.

(door shuts)

The Marshals came by.

They were asking about you.

- Maybe you.
- Should just...

Take a beat, huh?

What? Why?

After everything

they took from us?

Carl Huntz

wouldn't back down.

Neither would Mom.

I ain't sayin', for one second,

you should do anything

but send the message

that needs to be sent.

You bring them

to their knees, Christian.

You do it in a way

where you come home to me.

You're all

I got left.

I'm willing to die

for the cause, Dad.

I'm not afraid.

They're the ones who

should be afraid now.

Did you get a name?

Yeah.

McCalister, what can you do with

the name Charlie DuChamp?

I installed computers for the

government for 15 years.

What do you want me

to do with it?

- This book is just a series.
- Of violent ramblings.

- There's no way to know where.
- He's gonna strike.

Well, anger needs focus,

- and if that fraud.
- Therapist is correct,

- Then Beaumont's focus would be.
- The taking of his property.

Jules, tell Federal Protective.

Services to alert

- government buildings that deal.
- With property rights:

HUD, land surveyors,

anything that you can think of.

I been trying.

The computers are acting

funny today.

- Just got this.
- From Director Knox.

The feed store guy filed

an assault complaint.

Now we so much

as tail the guy,

we're getting sued.

The guy needed a beating.

He sued us?

Ah... what a dick.

- So glad you punched him,
- you violent Italian.

- See, man? You're always
sayin' - racist stuff.

So how come you don't like it

- when the guy.
- We're chasin' do it?

- No, no, no, I say racial
stuff, - not racist stuff.

I merely state facts.

A racist is an idiot because

to believe that one group is

genetically superior to another

is scientifically baseless.

- Cultural superiority,
- on the other hand...

See? Racist.

How much you want to bet that

you dance better than me?

I state facts.

(phone rings)

DuChamp.

Listen, baby, can you not leave

personal messages

for me with Julianne.

- Well, the only way.
- I can get through.

- To you lately is.
- Through Julianne.

No...

- That's a little.
- Passive/aggressive.

Did you learn that from Lloyd?

Hey, did you order anything?

We just received a package.

- With no return address.
- No, Marisol, don't pick it up!

What? Why?

- Baby, please, -
drop it and run!

Marisol, please! Marisol,

drop it and run, please!

- (explosion)
- Marisol!

(siren wails in distance)

Here ya go.

Can I talk to you

for a sec?

I'll be back, okay?

She's gonna need

20 stitches.

How you doing?

How you holding up?

Fine.

Look, if she wasn't on

the phone with you,

if she wasn't running away

when it detonated...

This is scary stuff.

- It's okay for you to be
feelin' - this a little bit.

Ray, I'm fine, okay?

- Look, we don't have.
- A lot of time.

- If our theory is right.
- About Beaumont,

- The 15th is tomorrow. I'm gonna.
- Take her to the hospital,

- Make sure she's okay, and then.
- I'm getting back to work.

- Besides, you don't need to be.
- Worrying about me right now.

You need to be thinking

about your own family.

- Julianne said the computers.
- Have been acting funny.

We were hacked.

- The personnel files.
- Have been breached.

- If they got.
- To my data, then...

Teresa!

- Teresa, hey, baby, it's Daddy!
- Are you here?

- Ray...
- Where's my kid?

- Our kid is upstairs.
- Doing her homework.

- She's probably got.
- The earbuds in.

- Hey, Teresa, get down here!
- Pack a bag!

No! The judge said no

visitation till you're

out of that halfway...

- There's a runner,
- Christina, and.

He's dangerous,

- and he might have.
- Information on my family,

Like where they live...

Dad?

- Go pack a bag; You and Mom are.
- Going over to Grandma's house.

- No, we're not gonna.
- Pick up and go anywhere.

- Until I know exactly...
- I swear to God, Christina,

- This is not the time to.
- Play "Bust Ray's Stones"!

Teresa, go pack a bag.

Everything okay?

- He says there's. - Some criminal that.
- Could pose a danger.

Does. Does pose a danger.

I'm taking my kid out of here

until things cool off.

- Well, we appreciate your.
- Concern, Ray, but we have.

An arrangement: You call

before you come over.

- I'm sure.
- The halfway house has a phone.

You appreciate

my concern?

Ray...

That is my kid, not yours!

You open your mouth again,

- I will duct tape you.
- To the front tree,

- Paint a bull's-eye.
- On your chest.

- And give the runner.
- This address myself.

Five seconds, Chrissy.

You can leave with her, or I

carry her outta here myself.

We'll pack light.

Still a Jet fan?

Yeah.

Jets suck.

Okay, yes, sir, I'll tell them.

Bye.

Um, that was Director Knox.

Seems Beaumont may have

gotten access

to more than just.

Marshals info on our system.

If you're saying

what I think you're saying,

I'm about to blow up bigger

than that post office.

HQ said that your files

were vulnerable,

but there's no evidence...

There wasn't supposed

to be any file on us!

- Part of the deal was that this.
- Task force was.

Put together on the QT...

That's what they told us.

- And now you're gonna.
- Tell me this...

- Take it easy.
- It's not her fault.

- You protecting your little.
- Girlfriend now?

She's one of them.

What? No?

I mean, yes, yes,

I will defend her

from your diatribe,

but she is not my girlfriend.

- You're not.
- My girlfriend.

Hey, Ray, do you have any idea

what would've happened to me

- if it gets out that Shea Daniels.
- Is working with cops?

Ray, I've got a kid.

- Could Beaumont.
- Know who we are?

Put your minds at ease.

- You're criminal scumbags,
- just like him.

- Beaumont doesn't care about you.
- He cares about real cops.

Oh, and by the way...

Charlie's wife is fine.

Thanks for asking.

SHEA:

Oh, this is still bullshit.

I don't know why Shea would say

something so ridiculous.

Girlfriend and...

It... It's okay.

Uh, you can use

my phone if you want

to warn your mother.

Just to be safe.

- Well, she, she has Tai Chi.
- Every Wednesday,

So I'm pretty sure

- she can defend herself.
- Adequately, but thanks.

Actually, maybe

I should call my dad, too.

You know, just to be safe.

Do you think you could

track him down

with your computer?

Yeah, sure.

- I'm sure I can.
- Find something.

Thanks.

(door slides open)

- What are you.
- Doing here?

Working.

Yeah, but your wife...

- Is healing.
- And Beaumont is planning.

He's not getting any rest,

and neither am I.

Oh! They're doing it again!

They're hacking us right now.

Look, look, see...

- The screen's.
- Completely locked up.

- Can you trace where.
- It's coming from?

Not exactly. But I might be able

to find out who's on right now.

Okay, I'm reversing the signal.

And gotcha, bitch!

- Sorry.
- He's hacking us through.

A protected server

that's hosting a Web site

honoring Carl Huntz.

- A Huntz site...
- Why didn't we look into this?

There's over 3,000 of them.

Okay, the site is registered

to a George McCalister.

Running background.

He used to install computers

for the city of Newark.

Got a government

photo I.D.

- There's a pre-service.
- Memorial rally for Huntz in.

Bergen County in an hour.

I doubt our friend

would miss that party.

There is a line of freedom

that each and every one of us

draws in the sand.

And our Federal... I'm sorry,

imperialist...
government crosses

that line each and every day.

Look at the statistics, people.

- You'll know what.
- I'm talking about.

We are here to honor a man

who fought for our rights

as individuals

each and every day

of his life.

Mr. Carl Huntz is that man!

(crowd clamoring)

He fought for our rights!

Let's take back our land!

It's our land, not their land!

Stand up and say, "Enough."

Mr. Carl Huntz, patriot,

teacher, prophet.

He only not wrote The Anarchist.

Diary, he has the guts...

That's right!

The government officials.

"Don't publish that book,"

- they told him, - "It's
too controversial."

- But he looked those people.
- In the eye,

And you know what he said?

"The hell with you!"

- And when they told him, "We're."
- Gonna hold you responsible.

"For the revolt..."

No shame in

feelin' her, man.

Julianne got the naughty

librarian thing goin' on.

- LLOYD: Step the back off.
- You probably.

Don't even know what a librarian

looks like, right?

LLOYD:

Erica? Erica!

Oh, damn!

White girl's fast.

(grunts)

(handcuffs clicking)

Nice hit.

CHARLIE:

So where's Beaumont?

I don't have

to talk to you.

You're just a cog in

the outlaw government's wheel.

He's a cog.

I'm not even a cop.

That's why I punched your friend

in the face this morning.

I can do things like that.

It's a perk.

When's the last time you

unzippered a man's fly?

Other than my own?

That would be never.

Me, too.

But I'm not above

- fishin' for whatever.
- Crud-infested junk.

You got down there.

We're gonna have

a weenie roast.

We know your type.

Only tough when there's

a computer to hide behind.

(opens zipper)

(gasps)

Hand me that, Charlie.

He's got a bunker

- in Willard's Woods.
- By some hay bales.

It's off 91 near Crandon Lakes.

Hey.

What? I'm already getting sued.

Here you go.

Lars Lowery's number.

- 614? That doesn't sound.
- Like Holland.

Columbus, Ohio.

You know, psychologists talk

about confirmation bias...

You tell yourself a lie,

and then you ignore

all of the facts

that contradict it.

I've been doing that

for 30 years.

I mean, know that

every single thing

my mother tells me

about this man is

a fabrication,

but I confirm what

I know to be false

by clinging to every piece

of plausibility presented

by someone trying

to protect me.

And it's so pathetic

not wanting to know the truth.

SHEA: Hey, Professor, Charlie

and Ray are downstairs.

We gotta move. Let's go.

But you know what?

Today, I'm gonna do it.

So thank you,

Julianne.

CHARLIE:

Don't see any power lines.

Get the flashlights.

LLOYD: So, are we just

gonna walk around forever?

Shut up, Lloyd.

- That's a pretty big.
- Pile of leaves.

- (whispers): - Ray...

- (whispers): - Ray...

Christian Beaumont,

- come out with.
- Your hands up.

Christian Beaumont,

come out with your hands up.

I got your six.

We found the mother lode.

(slow, steady beeping)

Hold up, hold on.

It's a tripwire.

Charlie?

Yeah?

Don't move, don't move.

Huh?

(beeping continues)

This is not good, Ray.

Whatever you do,

don't move a muscle.

Holy shit!

Call the damn bomb squad.

No, no. At the rate

- this thing's blinking, -
they'll never get here in time.

- Charlie, I'm making.
- A run for it.

No, don't move!

- You move your
foot, - we all die.

You all go!

Except you, Lloyd.

Excuse me?

- If he's protecting this place.
- With explosives,

- Then there must be something.
- Important here.

- Just get in here and.
- Grab everything you can.

- Charlie, I don't think.
- I can withstand a bomb blast.

- Any better than, like,
- Shea or something.

- You're the thinnest.
- You can squeeze by.

(whispers):

Erica is skinnier than me.

I'm not gonna bring

another woman next to

a bomb, all right?

Now go. Do it!

The rest of you... go!

What if there's other booby

traps around there, Charlie?

Don't touch 'em. Go!

Excuse me.

ZANCANELLI: Watch it.

Be careful!

You know what you're doin'?

- First EOD company,
- Seventh Battalion.

ZANCANELLI: Easy, easy.

You're shaking it.

Whoa! I'm sorry!

I'm so sorry.

- Come on, man.
- Sorry.

Be careful.

I'm sorry.

Oh, damn!

He's shootin' at us!

Get back inside!

ERICA:

We're taking fire out here!

I need both of your guns!

What do you think,

I'm gonna steal your gun?

We gettin' shot at!

(beeping continues, faster)

Is that light blinking faster?

- It's not.
- Just, just... keep your cool.

- You're fast as hell.
- I'll lay down cover,

- You run to the car,
- start the engine.

- He's gonna think.
- You're trying.

- To drive us out of.
- Here, and then...

And then I'll loop around

and take him out... I got it.

- Okay, on three:
- One, two, three!

Excuse me.

Keep the light on it, Ray.

Yeah, yeah.

(faster beeping continues)

(gunfire continues)

- SHEA: Cracker got,
like, - ten magazines.

(power whirring)

- ZANCANELLI: -
It's going faster.

Shut up and let me concentrate.

- LLOYD: Okay, okay,
- okay-kay-kay-kay.

(beeping faster)

Hey, Lloyd, if there's a break

- in gunfire, grab.
- Those boxes and run.

Like hell, all right?

- You wouldn't say that if.
- We weren't running out of time.

Get out of here.

Shut up. We're fine, Ray.

- Charlie...
- Yeah?

If things go bad...

- It's all right, - all right?

I know what to tell your kid.

No, no, no,

she knows I love her.

If things go bad,

don't tell anybody

I touched that guy's penis.

- What?
- What did you say?

CHARLIE: All right, okay,

look... I'm gonna go

- behind that fridge.
- There should be a canister.

Of liquid nitrogen

over there for

the freezer.

- I'll use it to freeze.
- The detonator.

- That should buy us.
- A little bit of time.

- When you move your.
- Foot, all right?

I'm not goin' anywhere.

Be right back.

(gunfire continues)

- Hey, come on.
- Get out of here, man.

It's too heavy.

Just go!

Just go!

Come on, man!

(yelling)

Okay, okay,

come on.

- Come on, Lloyd.
- Put your back into it.

You put your back

into it!

Okay, one, two...

(grunts)

(engine starts)

SHEA:

Sit back down, Gomer.

(twig snaps)

(gunfire continues)

(rapid beeping)

- Okay, careful, Lloyd.
- Yeah.

(hissing)

Charlie, I think

the gunfire stopped.

Then go.

Good luck, you guys.

(Lloyd whimpers)

You done this before?

I saw it on a movie once.

What movie?

Spaceballs.

Oh, that's funny.

You get him?

Crafty-ass redneck got away.

Okay, someone should drive up

to the bunker just in case

they have to get

out of there fast.

- I drive away from
bombs, - not toward 'em.

- That's a sound policy.
- Yeah.

A'ight, fine, fine.

I'll do it.

You got a kid.

LLOYD: Yeah, and I'd like to

have kids, so you, you do it.

And when this freezes,

it should buy us

- a little bit more time when we.
- Move your foot, all right?

All right.

Okay, it's blinking slower.

Should be working.

Let's go!

You ready?

(slow, intermittent beeping)

Now!

- CHARLIE: - Punch it!
Go! Go! Go!

- Looked like that was a whole.
- Lot of mess about nothing.

Absolutely...

ZANCANELLI:

You were sayin'?

JULIANNE: Ugh, I've been

looking all night.

- With only a partial blueprint,
- I'm not going to be.

- Able to find a match.
- For this building.

Another copy of his

favorite book.

Fertilizer research and

anti-government pamphlets.

Pictures of his mother,

letters to his mother...

Okay, find out everything

you can about this woman,

- and we'll know what.
- Beaumont's next target is.

CHARLIE:

Spell it out, Lloyd?

Look...

- this book's.
- His bible, right?

- Then he goes and he.
- Puts a makeshift pocket.

- In the back, -
where he can hold.

Photos of him and Mommy

covering his whole life.

- He's got birthday cards.
- In here, graduation cards...

This thing is a shrine

to his mother.

- Carol Beaumont worked.
- As a secretary.

At the Fish and.

Wildlife Service.

Fired one month after.

Beaumont went to prison,

- no employment record.
- After that.

Six months later,

died of a heart attack.

Yahtzee.

- Okay, look, this woman.
- Sees her only son arrested,

Prosecuted and then convicted

by the Federal government.

- And then the Feds, because.
- They can't have the mother.

Of a militia folk hero working

in one of their offices,

even as a secretary,

they can her ass.

So the stress of losing her son,

her job, her livelihood...

It builds up.

You can draw a straight line

from emotional distress

to cardiovascular risk.

- She kicks the bucket.
- And then Beaumont,

- Who's too much of a coward to.
- Take the blame himself...

- Blames the.
- Government.

Yeah.

- Fish and Wildlife office.
- Is in downtown Newark.

Make the call, Jules.

- Have them evacuate the.
- Building immediately.

OFFICER:

All right! Let's go!

(siren wailing,

(indistinct voice on megaphone)

CHARLIE:

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Banks from bomb squad said

the building's been evacuated.

No signs of Beaumont.

- He wouldn't have gotten.
- What he wanted anyway.

No parking garage, barricades...

- Federal buildings are designed.
- To withstand an attack.

We were wrong.

- I'm not wrong.
- No, he's going to pay tribute.

- To his hero Huntz today,
- and he's going to do it.

- By avenging his mother.
- I'm telling you.

- Hey, now I'm not saying I once.
- Stole from a rival banger.

By sawing through the wall

in the apartment next to him,

but sometimes, you gotta

take the side route.

Top of that building looks

a hell of a lot like

- the blueprint that.
- Lloyd tore down.

Underground parking,

no barricades.

- He hits a building that big,
- he doesn't only take out.

The Fed building, he takes out

- the whole block.
- It's 9:00 a.m.

We can't evacuate all

these people in time.

We got to find that bomb.

Banks!

That's the building.

- That's it.
- Look for anything big enough.

- To hold fertilizer in it...
- A camper,

A van... a truck that has.

- LaFontaine Feed on.
- The side of it... let's go!

You guys earned your

combat pay today. Stay here.

OFFICER (over radio):

A-4 level is clear! Moving up!

B-4 level is clear!

Moving up.

We've got movement

in the south stairwell.

- ZANCANELLI (over radio):
- Charlie, he's headed down.

The south stairwell.

That's by you.

- CHARLIE: - Stop!

Stop!

Where's the bomb?

- I refuse to recognize.
- The authority.

Of the United States government

- or any employee.
- Therein.

- Where's the bomb, - Beaumont?

I refuse to recognize

- the authority of.
- The United States.

Government, or any

employee therein!

Tell me.

I said tell me.

- You don't mind dying, -
that's fine, but your father...

I'm going to take him into

the woods and I'm going to

- hurt him real bad.
- Before I kill him.

- And that'll be both.
- Your parents' deaths.

You have on your hands.

My father would be proud

to die for the cause.

I'm never going to tell

you where the bomb is.

(panting)

So what are you going to do?

- You going to stay.
- With me here?

You going to

die with me? Boy?

(cell phone ringing)

BANKS:

This is the Bomb Squad.

- We found the truck.
- Bomb's set to blow in an hour.

Should take

40 minutes to defuse.

Evacuate, now.

All right, grab the son of

a bitch. Come on, let's go.

Charlie, let's go.

ZANCANELLI: Charlie.

You came after my wife.

Come on, Charlie, this is not

you! This is not what you do.

You know nothing

about me, Ray.

We got your bomb, boy.

So now you're not going to

die for the cause anymore.

But you are going to die

- for messing with.
- The wrong man's wife.

- ZANCANELLI: - Charlie, come on.
- Put the gun down.

You ready to see

your dome split?

One...

- Charlie.
- Two...

Charlie, come on.

Put the gun down!

Please.

Charlie!

Charlie,

put the gun down!

(Charlie roars)

(sighs)

(keypad beeping)

(line ringing)

- MAN: - Hello?
- Hi.

(clears throat)

Um...

Is this Lars Lowery?

Speaking.

Who is this?

Look, I want you

to listen to me.

This job can

be stressful.

One day, you will break down,

if you don't find the balance.

Like you did?

When you lost your

marriage, and badge?

'Cause I never

found the balance.

Go home to your wife.

- I'll take care.
- Of the cons.

Hey, uh...

(clears throat)

Ray wants everyone to

go downstairs with him.

Did you talk

to your father?

Number didn't work.

Oh. Well, uh, my bad.

(clears throat)

Though I have heard

that there is a large

Dutch population

in Columbus.

So...

- even if he had lived.
- There at some point,

It does confirm

your mother's story.

Yeah, you know, I think

I heard that, too.

Actually, I think

I read it in the Times.

Well, I'm kind of spent, so I'm

not going to go down to Turro's.

Okay.

- But I'll probably.
- See you soon.

Take care, Lloyd.

ZANCANELLI:

Here's the deal.

- Maybelle thinks you're.
- On your way back.

Anyone asks, traffic was

a bitch. Eat up, animals.

Wow, pizza.

- After we just saved your ass.
- From getting blown up.

What do I got to do

to get a steak, give you CPR?

Then don't eat it, then.

That's not why I did this.

I know prison food sucks.

- How 'bout a beer.
- To wash it down?

That's a good idea.

- Big guy, one beer,
- three waters.

Oh, that's cold, man.

Try to be a nice guy and

you get your hump busted.

Is it, is it that hard

to say thank you?

- Where I come from, - you
don't get thank-yous.

For doing your job.

Good work today.

Good work.

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