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(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 call you back?

Okay.

Uh, she just wants you to know

that your salsa lesson was canceled.

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 an 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 that your words have caused..."

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 your ass 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.

(barks)