Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 2, Episode 6 - Soft Target - full transcript

Southbound train arriving,
one minute, track one.

Southbound train on track one.

What's going on, man?

Watch out, lady, watch out.

Freeze! Stop!

Stop! Stop running!

Stop now!

Hold your positions!

Exercise is terminated.
Hold your positions.

Hold your positions. Exercise
is terminated. Good work.

We foiled a sarin attack.



Excellent job.

But my undercover sheriffs,
you would've done better

if you kept the bad guys
alive, get information.

So we're gonna to do it again.

Everybody get set up.
We're doing it again.

Conductor! Conductor! Open
the doors! Open the doors!

Conductor, open the door now!

Everybody out!
Out! Out! Out! Out!

What have we got? So the guy
in charge of the drill called it in

and he didn't want to speak
to me until you got here.

Hey. James Grace,
Homeland Security.

Don Eppes, FBI.

So, uh, James, you want to
give me a little rundown here?

We're conducting
an anti-terror drill,



testing new biochem
sensors and our response.

At the end of the drill, a few
of the sensors went off for real,

indicating that there was some
kind of a release of a toxin into the air.

Do you know what it was?

HAZMAT's identified
it as phosgene,

a relative of chlorine.

And what about all the people?

Well, everybody on the trains were
either MTA employees or undercover cops.

I was told that, uh, six of them went
to the hospital, but everybody's okay.

Wait, didn't we get
a... a memo, right?

That you guys are
planning more drills, yeah?

Well, this is just our first
one. We got 10 more in LA,

the next seven days.

James, what the hell happened?

We don't know yet, Peter.

Special Agent Eppes,
Special Agent Reeves, FBI.

Peter Houseman, Homeland
Security. Oversees these drills.

Glad to have the Bureau's
help. What can you tell me?

I mean, I just got
here, but I can tell you

I think you should put your
other exercises on hold.

Sorry, but that's not an option.

Not an option? We've been planning
these exercises for the past year.

I've got drills in nine different
cities in the next six months.

We pack up now, we
won't be coming back.

Well, I understand that,

but until we find out what
happened here, I think caution...

We'll continue
to run these tests.

In LA's local airport,

in the hospitals,
in the harbors...

I'm not going to compromise
the safety of Los Angeles

because some janitor
left the lid off a jar.

Washington thinks that the chances
of this being an actual terrorist attack,

are slim to none. I agree.

And that's based on... Logic.

Terrorists go after
maximum casualties.

They don't go after
anti-terror drills.

That is one type of profile.
There are so many others.

You think somebody
did this deliberately,

it is your job to find them.

Oh, I'm sorry.

See, I didn't realize the FBI takes
orders from Homeland Security.

Fine.

You've got your
work cut out for you.

And I've got a job
to do of my own.

Your boss always this
reasonable? He's right.

Stop the drills now, it's
like turning the Titanic.

The Titanic hit an iceberg.

We all use math every day.

To predict
weather, to tell time,

to handle money.

Math is more than
formulas and equations.

It's logic.

Math is more than
formulas and equations.

It's rationality.

It's using your mind to solve
the biggest mysteries we know.

Hey, Dad, you
seen Charlie? Right.

Forty portable chairs, a
banquet table, and an arbor.

Uh, for Saturday.

Okay, great. See you then.

An arbor?

You're right, that upstairs bedroom
would make a great changing room.

Good.

Val? Hey, Don.

Long time. Since
high school graduation.

Look at you. You look great.

Thank you. I think
the last time I saw you,

you were driving off
in that VW you had.

My clutch gave
out right by Ventura.

What, uh, is going on?

She's getting married.
Yeah, right here.

Yup. Oh, you're kidding.
What, here at the house?

Yeah, uh, my fiance and I were
planning a big June wedding,

but then he just got
transferred to London this year,

and, uh, my mother, she
flew into a total panic, so...

Val's parents invited
us to the wedding,

and I found out
what was going on.

They just sold their place

and they moved into a
one-bedroom on Wilshire.

So I said, "What the hell,
it's no problem. Have it here."

Yeah, sure, why
not, right? Thank you.

Wow. So, um,
you're an FBI agent.

Had to make amends somehow.

And you? What are you up to?

Pediatric surgery.
Yeah, she's a doctor.

Yeah, yeah.

So your dad was
telling me about Charlie.

The math rock star, huh? Yeah.
Well, no surprise there, right?

We always figured he'd
do something special.

You forgot that big fight
you had with your brother

when you invited
Val to the prom.

Come on, Dad. What are
you talking about, fight?

He was 13. He was
gonna go out with her?

Oh, you'll forgive me if my
recollection is different from yours.

So, anyway, I hear you two work
together now. Yeah, when I can find him.

Which, I mean, not that
I don't want to reminisce,

but it's why I'm here.

Charlie was in the garage. No,
no, wait, I just saw him go out front.

All right. Hey, great
seeing you, Val. You, too.

You're gonna come, right? Um...

Yeah, sure.

I mean, I wouldn't miss
it. Absolutely. Good.

Congratulations. Thank you.

You look great. Oh, thanks.

So, this is where all those
university research dollars go, huh?

Ah, everything you see here
came out of our own pockets.

CalSci's "Minibot Chain
Yank and Crank" is next Friday.

After five years of ignominy,

the Physics Department has ascended
to the finals against Engineering,

thanks to Professor
Charles Edward Eppes.

I just freestyled
Faraday's laws of induction

to triple-amp the armature
coil and maximize horsepower.

This thing's actually going to pull the car?
- Mmm-hmm.

Six feet to glory. Let's do it.

Okay. All righty.

You guys are something else.

This is it. All right.

Okay, ready? All right. Come on,
come on, come on, Physics Department.

There it is. Check it out.
- Here we go.

You see that? It's
moving! Oh, magnificent.

Look, it's moving the car.

All right, two feet.

Okay, halfway there. Three feet.

Halfway. Come on, baby.

We did it.

Sorry, guys.

This is like 1998
all over again.

Hey, did you see
Val? Yeah, yeah.

A doctor. Well, her talents
always were in biology.

I take it you both
knew this woman?

Yeah, we were all in the
same class in high school.

Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting
you graduated the same year.

So You're not here
to talk about Val.

Yeah, right. You know
anything about phosgene gas?

A diluted form of it was released
on the subway this morning.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, we're trying to figure
out if it was an accident,

like, maybe a maintenance
worker mixing bottles together.

Phosgene is used in the
manufacture of dyes, pesticides.

It's in the chlorine family
and it is highly toxic.

You know, theoretically, it
could be accidentally produced

by combining certain
cleaning agents

but that's... No, that's...
that's very unlikely.

So, probably it
wasn't an accident?

What was the delivery mechanism?

Do you know if it was
an air duct or a canister?

Yeah, we don't know yet. Why?

Because when gas dissipates,
it leaves a trail behind.

You may be able to determine
the original release point.

And if we find that out?
You may find who released it.

Mmm, looks like
we got something.

The drill participants were all
MTA employees or law enforcement.

MTA windbreaker's easy
enough to get your hands on.

So it looks like the guy dumped
this out here in the confusion,

and then walked away a new man.

Gas mask.

Is that a cafe latte to
go? I love these things.

It looks like someone drilled a
hole in it and then resealed it.

Well, now what?

Now we buy Charlie a coffee.

These coffee drinks,
I've seen them.

Half my students suck
down one per lecture.

Let me see it. How does it work?

The can has an
internal heating system.

There's a button on the
bottom. You press it...

and water mixes with quicklime.

It's highly exothermic,

and it can produce heat as
high as 140 degrees Fahrenheit.

And it makes a
really nice latte.

And quite an efficient
delivery system. Here you go.

Kept at 48 degrees,
phosgene's a stable liquid.

Above that, it turns into
a potentially deadly gas.

This diagram illustrates gas intensity
levels throughout the subway car,

as measured by first responders.

Now, using that data, I was able to
run a Gaussian plume dispersion model.

A manner in which to determine
the pattern of the gas release.

Now, to the naked eye, a gas
release can appear as one large cloud.

A gas will spread
from its release point

driven by air currents towards
open doors and windows.

Obstacles in the path of the
gas will affect its dispersion.

One large cloud is actually
comprised of many separate plumes.

Using a generalized
diffusion equation

I was able to backtrack,

to find the origin point
of the gas release.

Your assailant
released the gas here,

precisely in the
center of the car.

Yeah, why right there?

Well, this placement allows
for the greatest dispersion.

See, with air ducts
on the perimeter,

there's no way for
the gas to vent out.

Right. I mean, theoretically, it was
released in a way to maximize deaths.

Remember, you said
the phosgene was diluted.

And it was, by mixing in a harmless
additive to negate its deadliness.

Someone with this type of
proficiency... This wasn't a mistake.

Which means this person could
have taken lives, but chose not to.

Well, we know he deliberately
chose to target an antiterrorism drill.

So we're talking
about a high-risk taker,

with a thrill-seeking
disposition.

Right, it's like a game to them.

And most thrill-seekers
are adrenaline junkies.

So I would say our
guy's gonna strike again.

Only this time, he'll
need to up the ante.

We're gonna get ourselves
some real casualties.

Get back to the office, get
that memo to the director.

Mr. Houseman. Look, I know
you're not gonna want to hear this,

but I really think you're going to
have to put those exercises on hold.

You know, I don't like having
the same conversation twice.

Well, neither do I, but that gas
was released intentionally, all right?

By someone who's planning
to do some serious harm.

And you know this how?

Among other things, a mathematical
analysis, which I stand by.

Really? Yeah.

I've got some math for you. How
about 52 killed in a London subway.

191 in Madrid. Right.

Do I really need
to mention 9/11?

No, I get your point.
And here's mine, okay?

Because everything we know tells us
whoever did this is going to do it again

and next time the gas is
not going to be harmless.

We've got chemical plants that
are exposed, we've got harbors.

Food supply, water. All
very vulnerable to attack.

This city needs these
exercises to protect itself.

I understand that, but
I'm telling you right now,

if you don't stop them, I am going on
record saying you're making a mistake.

And I think at the very least,

you should inform the people that
are partaking in these exercises.

And totally corrupt the exercises.
That would accomplish nothing.

Look, Agent,

I've had some experience
making tough decisions like these

when I oversaw base
security as a consultant in Iraq.

The question is, would you rather
write two letters of condolence

or 200,000?

Hi, there, gentlemen.

What happened, Larry?

Charlie draft you into another
one of those investigations?

You're not going
to believe this.

Somebody attacked an
antiterrorism drill on the subway.

Was anyone hurt?

No, fortunately our budding
terrorist utilized a diluted form

of phosgene gas.

Hey, Charlie, you
know, I could use a hand

getting the yard
ready for the wedding.

Yeah, Don needs to figure
out what happened ASAP.

Come on, she
was your friend, too.

I guess this is what I
get for volunteering, huh?

Yeah, for volunteering
my house. Yeah, that's fair.

I'm providing house,
you provide labor.

I understand, uh, Don and
Charles went to school with this girl.

Oh, yeah.

Your friend Charlie had
quite a crush on that girl.

I was 13, and she...
she was my lab partner.

You weren't so
casual about it then.

Especially when Don took
her to the prom. Remember?

They actually had a wrestling
match about it on the lawn.

Isn't it nice having
a living history

of embarrassing moments
from my childhood?

No, no, no, I'm quite
enjoying the vision

of a young Charles Eppes
moved to violence by a girl.

Oh, he was moved all right.

You know what,
can we... Can we...

Why are we talking about... This
was something that happened...

I have work to do...
We have work to...

We have to get work done.
- Yeah.

Well, I guess I have to
clip the hedges myself.

How'd it go with
Homeland Security?

It didn't. The drills
are going forward.

There are three tomorrow,
four the day after that.

Well, maybe keeping the
exercises in play is good.

It's limiting the
number of targets.

What do you mean?
There's 10 altogether.

We don't have troops
to cover all of them.

Maybe we don't need to. Charlie
can probably help us out there.

Yeah. What have we got?
- Gentlemen.

Subway security camera
caught our guy on tape.

Witness saw him dump
his gear in a trash bin.

We ID'd him as
Roger Holstein, 31,

ex-army Special Forces.

Body art was the tip-off.
That tattoo right there?

That means he's a
CT team operative.

CT team? Counterterror.

They're soldiers trained to role-play
our enemies and mimic their tactics.

Including terrorist simulations.

They test the security at military
bases and weapons stations

by staging mock attacks.

And the subway strike?
It's right out of their playbook.

This guy Holstein, he's been
doing the exact same kind of work

as a civilian contractor since
he was discharged from the army.

The last job was two months ago.

His team staged a mock attack on
Mirabo Labs, private chemical facility.

What, you think that's where
they got the phosgene? Yeah.

And you say these guys usually
work together in teams? Always.

Can you play back
the tape? Yeah.

And stop it right there.

Can you zoom in on
his ear? Mmm-hmm.

Highlight that. Right there.

Whoa.

He's wearing an earpiece.

Holstein wasn't giving
orders, he was taking them.

And was this guy in charge of
the operation at the chemical plant?

No, it was another
ex-army, ex-CT team guy.

You got his jacket? Yeah.

Glen Nash, former
Special Forces,

served in Iraq, got
a medal of valor.

Retired from
army service in '03.

Went into private
contracting, mostly overseas.

Except for a few jobs in the
States at places like Mirabo.

Jacket says he has training in PSYOPS,
cyberwarfare and covert operations.

Wow. What?

In 2002, when he
was still in the army,

he led a CT operation,
they penetrated security

at a naval base and
stole a submarine.

A submarine?

And he only had
seven men in his team.

All right, look, I... I
want his full background.

I want team photos, everything.
I want to know where he is now.

You mean to tell me they
could steal a submarine

from a naval base
with seven guys?

Think how easy it would
be to attack a wide-open city.

When did you last see
your brother, Ms. Nash?

Couple months ago.

He was in LA doing
some security work,

so I let him crash on my sofa.

One morning he was
gone. No goodbyes.

Classic Glen.

Any idea where he went?

We're not that close these days.

Why is that?

Glen's changed.

You know, he served in Iraq.
Yeah, we looked at his service record.

Glen lost men over there.
That hit him pretty hard.

It'll do that.

You were there? Afghanistan.

Then you know.

Is my brother in
some kind of trouble?

Ms. Nash, right now we
just need to talk to him.

But sooner, rather than later.

I wish I could help you.

Megan says the only way
we're going to stop these guys

is to catch them in the act.

You know what? I
think she might be right.

Look, Charlie, look, I... I want to
stop something terrible from happening.

You know, I don't
want to clean up after it.

I understand. I'll apply
site percolation theory.

Site percolation theory
examines how a suspect navigates

through a maze
of lattice points,

obstacles, in order to
achieve an objective.

Come here.

Think of the exercise
like a pachinko game.

Our attacker is the ball
descending through the maze.

And the nails are like
physical obstacles.

Alarm systems, locked doors.

The holes are security
traps laid in his path.

Now, our guy has to navigate
around the obstacles and avoid security

in order to reach his objective.

A different pachinko game
will yield different lattice points.

Just like different exercises will
present different security measures.

Absolutely. Now, by analyzing
the choices our attacker made

that led him to
infiltrate the subway,

I may be able to
postulate an M.O.

However, I'm going to need
data from the remaining exercises.

Well, I'll talk to Homeland
Security, sure. Great.

Hey, did you hear
what Dad's doing?

Oh, my... He's too
obsessed with this wedding.

Honestly, seriously, he
went out and bought himself

a copy of Brides magazine.

Our little wedding planner.

He says because he has two sons,

this may be the only chance he'll
have to get to throw a wedding.

Kind of weird, Val getting
married at our house, though,

don't you think?

Uh-huh. Even weirder,
because I liked her

and, you know, you
took her to the prom.

Come on, you're
still upset about that?

No, I...

Remembering that brings
back other stuff. Like what?

Like what it was like

to be Don Eppes'
13-year-old brainiac brother.

Come on, Charlie, don't start.

I mean, it wasn't
that big a deal.

No, for you, but high
school sucked for me, Don.

Man, I was a little kid. Everyone
was years older than me.

And yeah, there
was this one girl

who didn't treat me
like I was different.

She was nice to me.

It was no easy trick being
your brother, either, you know?

I mean, you're five years younger
than me, we're in the same grade.

I'm like an idiot next to you.

So, I'm sorry if I was better
than you at something.

Whatever, man. You're...
You're-You're the one that asked.

So, predicting how Nash
will strike is only half the battle.

It's not going to
tell you where.

Well, can you tell us
that? No, but Nash will.

I'll tell you what. Let me start by
looking at his military operations.

Then I think I'll be
able to tell you more.

Okay. Okay.

We pulled the jackets on the rest of
Nash's team from the Mirabo Labs job.

Now, Holstein we know about.

The others are Jason
Small, demolition specialist,

and Henry Olerud,
electronics geek.

All right, well, let's say that Nash
has put together their reunion tour

and he's targeting
the exercises.

It still doesn't tell me why he's
going after Homeland Security.

This might.

Nash has been working as a
contractor in Iraq this last year,

and the base he was working
out of was supposed to be secure,

but it wasn't.

In April they were hit
by suicide bombers

and he lost two of
the men on his team.

But how is that connected to
Homeland Security, though?

Because the same lapses in security
that he saw there he sees here now.

My guess is he's decided
to call attention to it.

How? By gassing the subway?

In his mind, he's found
a way to exert control

over a situation
he was helpless in.

Emotions aren't
rational, Granger.

Revenge is just an emotion.

I checked the background.

Nash's CT team fell
off the grid after Mirabo.

Cell phones, bank
statements, credit cards,

it all stopped dead.

But wait. He had
a sister, right?

Who said she doesn't
know where he is.

Well, let's get her
on surveillance.

I mean, if we don't find him,
he's going to find us, you know?

Mmm-hmm.

Hey. Hey.

Master plans, all the
remaining exercises.

Thank you very much for
your cooperation. I appreciate it.

I think you should
take a look at this first.

Our department keeps
records of all threats made

against Homeland Security
personnel or operations.

Nash, he sent letters,

making a lot of noise
about how easy it would be

to trash Houseman's
anti-terror drills.

I'd, uh, appreciate it if you don't
tell Houseman I gave you that.

Yeah, absolutely. But
why didn't he give it to us?

He doesn't like to respond
to what he calls idle threats.

I'm glad you don't agree.

Yeah, well, I did my time
in the army, first Gulf War.

I've met men like
Nash, Special Forces.

My experience, they don't
bark unless they intend to bite.

Hmm.

New algorithmic mapping system?

Mmm. It's a seating
map for the wedding.

My dad finally found me
a job I can help him with

that's interesting
mathematically.

Yeah? Well, it seems
just a little elaborate.

Well, it is a complicated
series of evaluations.

Dynamic traffic flow, graph
analysis, acoustic patterning.

Okay. You know, I tell
you, none of this explains

why I always get
stuck sitting between

the great aunts and the
cigar-smoking cousins.

Well, diversions aside,

this case I'm working on is
presenting some difficulties.

Anything you hope to discern?

The pattern in Glen Nash's past
acts are key to his target selection.

Yeah? Anything else
going on with you?

Hmm?

It's just the other day,
you know, when your father

recalled the amusing anecdote of
you and Don fighting over the girl.

Yeah. What about it?

It's just, you know, you
didn't seem all that amused.

There's some stuff between
Don and me that's not worked out.

Have you talked to him about
that yet? No. It was high school.

Well, you know, sometimes,
the path to closure is as elusive

as the path from
row three to row six.

It's certainly not as
simple as it appears.

I mean, people always desire to
have the best seat in the house,

which is the row directly
behind the families,

but no matter
how you map it out,

there's always going to be
some seats... Some targets

harder to get to than others.

That's the commonality.

Out of 30 CT team operations,

all were against military
bases and high security labs.

But I know that in the military,

CT teams often choose
their own assignments.

It seems like Glen Nash
made a point of choosing

the most unassailable targets.

Well, there's your pattern.

Megan, we ran an employment
check on Nash's former team.

Prior to Mirabo Labs,
Holstein, Small and Olerud

all worked jobs in construction,

home building supply
and electronics wholesale.

That doesn't track.

Cowboys like this don't
take $10-an-hour McJobs.

These Special Forces guys
are trained to live off the land

and make use of
what's readily available.

Like turning a convenience
store item like a cafe latte can

into a chemical bomb.

We figure maybe these guys helped
themselves to some phosgene gas

when they were
working at the labs.

Could be they chose
the other work sites

for whatever else
they needed to steal.

We should talk to their former
employers, see what else went missing.

Hey, where's Don?

He's with the Homeland Security
guys in the conference room.

Great, 'cause I think I may
have an answer for them.

After the first World Trade
Center attack in 1993,

mathematicians at
the NSA tried to predict

other attacks by evaluating
likely target choices

using a linear
discriminant analysis.

Agent Eppes, am I
here for a math lecture

or a substantive discussion
of the problem at hand?

Well, how about
both, Mr. Houseman?

Based on past acts,

I've deduced that Glen Nash

doesn't just prefer hard
targets, he goes for the hardest.

The greatest
security challenges.

Given this fact, I've applied
my linear discriminant analysis

to the 10 remaining exercises.

And I've calculated threat assessments
based on a series of variables.

Number of ingresses, egresses,
number of security cameras,

police presence, proximity
to the freeway and so on.

Now, from these variables, I've
rated the targets from softest to hardest,

and I believe that Nash's
next target is City Hall.

We have an exercise
there tomorrow, 9:00 a.m.

So that gives us,
what, like, 11 hours.

Well, that's enough
time to run Nash's M.O.

through my site
percolation theory algorithm

and that may tell
us how he'll attack.

We have a breach at the
Homeland Security office.

What?

It doesn't make any sense.

The Homeland Security
office isn't a hard target,

and to strike two days before a
scheduled exercise breaks Nash's M.O.

Maybe he's telling us
we're on his schedule now.

Nothing was missing.

Security says no.

Is it possible they were trying to
download plans for the exercises

and trigger the alarm that way?

Tech guys say the firewall
hasn't been breached.

I want every inch of this
building searched again.

No one has entered, Peter.

Every inch, James.

And your guys didn't get anything
off of these video cameras?

Or the motion detectors.

So nobody actually made entry.

But they want us
to believe they did.

Why would Nash want to trigger
an alarm if his team never entered?

It's not a game if there's
no objective, right?

Right.

So tripping the alarm
accomplished what?

Well, it brought us all here.

Nash is trained in cyberwarfare.
He hacked into their system, right?

But why? What's the point?

What if we're the point?

I mean, if he could hack
into their security system,

why couldn't he hack into
their video surveillance?

They're both on
the same circuit.

So he's watching us
through those cameras.

Okay, he's watching us do what?

He's watching us respond.

It's counter-surveillance.

A guy goes through the trouble,

why not just steal
Houseman's security plans

for the rest of the exercises?

Because then Houseman
might cancel them.

Our boy Nash wants to make
sure those exercises stay in play.

As a target. Uh-huh.

Okay, thank you.

Hey, I just checked on those
other jobs that Nash's guys had.

You were exactly right. There
was a bunch of stuff missing.

Blasting caps from
a construction site,

a pesticide called Kordex
missing from a home-supply store.

A bunch of cell phones
from the electronics shop.

Palestinian suicide terrorists, they
use Kordex to mix with explosives.

Plus blasting caps
and cell phones.

Nash is making a bomb.

We're talking about
concrete evidence

that Nash and his men
have an explosive device.

Any my psych workups indicate

that he's getting tired of sending
you messages you don't listen to.

We stop the exercise, we're
giving him what he wants.

And you don't, and you are literally
daring him to cause real casualties.

I think we should listen
to what they say, Peter.

All right.

We postpone the
exercises until you get Nash.

Tell our people to stand down.

That went a lot easier
than I thought it would.

You don't think a bomb going
off is enough of a motivator?

What part of his personality
says he can take a suggestion?

Okay, well, what's changed
since the last time we saw him?

The break-in at Homeland
Security. He seemed pretty rattled.

Which we assumed was because
Nash hit him where he lived.

Think something else scared him?

Maybe.

Hey. Hey, brother.

What's up? Dad's lasagna.

It's actually worth digesting.

Why don't you grab a
plate? I'm good, thanks.

Are you sure? Yeah.

What have you got there?

What is it, high school
yearbook? No way. Yeah.

I don't remember
you being next to Val.

Oh, yeah. Val
Eng, Charlie Eppes.

I thought it was part
of a greater plan.

What? I ruined that?
What's your quote here?

"Eternal nothingness is
okay if you dress for it."

Oh, yeah, Woody
Allen. That's good. Yeah.

I don't remember you
being all that funny.

Oh, and yeah, you were...
you were hilarious, right?

Man, I totally didn't get you.

We totally didn't get
each other, did we?

No, negative.

We could have never done this
work together as kids. No way.

Can you imagine that?
Can you imagine that?

I mean, we're... we're
doing all right now, right?

Somehow, yeah.
We're doing all right.

Charlie, look, you know,

I mean, if I did stuff that
hurt you when we were kids,

I'm sorry.

Thank you. You don't
have to... I was 13.

Yeah, exactly. You were 13.

She was... She was so hot.

She's still hot, man.

And just think how happy Dad
would be if one of us married a doctor.

I think he'd be happy if I
married someone with a pulse.

At this point. Yeah.

Hey, listen. So something Larry
said got me thinking about the targets.

Yeah, it doesn't matter 'cause
they canceled the exercises.

We're going to have to
catch Nash the hard way.

That's just it. I'm not so sure
the exercises were the target.

What do you mean?
Come on, bro, I'll show you.

So I based my linear
discriminant analysis

on Nash's past operations which
yielded a preference for hard targets,

missile silos and
battle command labs.

Right. Which is why you
thought he'd strike City Hall.

But in focusing on Nash's
patterns of behavior,

I overlooked something.

The subway, the office of Homeland
Security, those are soft targets.

Which don't fit his M.O.

So, we've either been
looking at the wrong guy...

Or the wrong targets.

Hey there. DON: Hey.

Good morning. Morning.

Tape from the
Homeland Security office.

Yeah, I'm trying to see
what Nash was seeing.

He's watching us. Right.
That's us, but watch Houseman.

He's checking out his laptop.

Look at his face.

Yeah, okay. I see the
eyes, the jaw, the tension.

Something on that
screen scared him.

What if Nash wasn't just
hacking into their security system.

What if he was hacking
into Houseman's computer?

So he wasn't watching us,
he's watching Houseman.

Whatever message he sent
was received loud and clear.

Wait, back up.

A little more resolution.
- Yeah.

Whoa. KIA. That's
killed in action.

He's talking about the
American troops killed in Iraq.

All right, call Homeland Security.
Get a bomb squad over there.

Tell Houseman he's going
into protective custody,

and that's willingly
or unwillingly.

See, Charlie thought the exercises
weren't Nash's prime target.

So he's going after
Houseman, not the drills.

Houseman didn't show
up for work this morning.

They've been trying
to find him all day.

Surveillance just saw Nash
go into his sister's house.

All right, let's get over there.

There's our guy.

All right, we go on my
command. Just hold.

Nash's sister.

All right, you two deal with
her. Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Ms. Nash. Ms. Nash!

Please come with me. Oh, my God.

FBI! FBI!

Who called 911?

Get your hands up. Get them up!

All right, just
stay cool, partner.

Everything's gonna be all right.

One more step, I'm gonna
put a hole right through you!

Step away from the door,
step away from the door.

Get down on your knees.

Down on your knees!

Hands on your
head. Check it out.

Get them on your head!

Most people use a
pot rack to hang pots.

Where's Houseman? Who?

Where's the bomb?

You're sure asking
a lot of questions

for someone who's trying to make
me think you got all the answers.

Look, pal, you don't
want to mess with me.

It's over. I'm your only hope.

It's never over, Agent, not
until the last man standing.

Hate to pee in your corn flakes,

but I don't know
where Houseman is.

I got nothing to do with this.

What, you had nothing to do
with threats against the exercises?

Freedom of speech.

I've spent my adult life
defending the Constitution,

I figure I'm entitled to
use an amendment or two.

Hey, come on, don't cloak
this in the Constitution.

This is about your men
dying in Iraq, isn't it?

We pulled background checks on
the Homeland Security personnel.

We know that Houseman
did a consulting gig in Iraq

before he worked
for the department.

It was his team who
drew up the security plans

for the air base where your
team members were killed.

Made a lot of
money doing it, too.

You sent a letter to the
Pentagon, they didn't listen.

Boy, I'll bet that
pissed you off, huh?

So you found another
way to be heard?

Did you ask your team to steal
phosgene gas from Mirabo Labs?

The same gas that
was used in the subway?

Hey, if that happened,
it wasn't under my order.

Oh, all of a sudden
you weren't in charge.

Now, why do I have a
hard time believing that?

After the Mirabo job, we
all went our separate ways.

I want to know where they are,

I want to know where the bomb is

and I want to know
where Houseman is.

And that's your only shot
at a deal, you hear me?

If I were in charge
of this operation,

we wouldn't even be
having this discussion

because there's no way
in hell a bunch of Feds

would have ever caught me,
pants down, at my sister's house.

I'm not that stupid.

We just talked to Nash's sister.

He hasn't even been in the
country for the last four weeks.

Where was he?

He's been in
Mexico in drug rehab.

I guess after what happened
in Iraq, he started using.

The rehab clinic confirmed Nash
has been there this entire month.

Yeah. Iraq messed him up,

just not the way we thought.

All right, so if not
him, then who?

And... And why are
they after Houseman?

This army file may
have the answer.

I just got to thinking, who
served Nash up to us as a suspect

on a silver platter?

Houseman's number two. Eppes.

Nash isn't the only ex-army
guy who lost men. Grace.

Different Iraq war,
same story. On our way.

Houseman was
just spotted. Where?

Homeland Security
with James Grace.

You sure Security's right?

There's no good reason
for Grace to be on the roof.

Okay, guys, I got him.

Grace, get your hands up.

I don't think so.

Get 'em up where I can see 'em!

I wouldn't get any
closer if I were you.

I got him on speed dial.

All right, we're going
to need a bomb squad

and we gotta set up a perimeter.

Aren't we in it?

I need a perimeter around the
building. There's a bomb on the roof.

Roger that.

We pulled your
file, Major Grace.

You were Special
Forces yourself. Like Nash.

Him and his team
served under you.

All those men were great men.

Is that how you're
gonna make your point?

You're gonna blow up
a bunch of FBI agents?

There's only one person here
that deserves a body bag, him.

James, what the hell
did I ever do to you?

To me?

Nothing. But
those men in Iraq...

You let them think
they were secure.

And you're doing the
same thing now, here.

I'm just trying to protect
lives, the same as you. How?

By staging these drills?

Everything's pre-planned,
guaranteed for success?

You want a real exercise, Peter?

One with real risk?
You got one, right now.

That's what this
is, isn't it, Major?

An exercise.

I want him to feel what
those men felt in Iraq, for real.

Then you've
accomplished your mission.

Let him go.

That bomb's not real, is it?

You think I would dishonor
the men that fight for this country

by killing a defenseless
man like him, hmm?

All right, relax.

All right, coming in. What?

Yeah, feel it, Peter. Feel it.

Like I said,

it was just an exercise.

Yeah, yeah, I hope
it was it worth it.

If it gets the message through
to people like him, absolutely.

♪

There you go.

Can I just adjust your tie?

You're acting like I'm
getting married. Boys, boys.

How do you like the
flowers, hmm? It's great.

Yeah. I was thinking of getting
potted kumquats, but, uh...

Dad, what-whatever you
did, the place looks beautiful.

Absolutely. Good job.

You throw a great wedding.

Remember that, both of you.

Oh, here we go. Mr. Eppes?

I just wanted to thank you.

No, it's Alan, and you
look absolutely lovely.

Oh, thank you. Huh?

Well, now...

That's a beautiful bride.

So where's the groom?

Ah, oh, Ben's over there.

I better get back inside
before he sees me. Yeah.

Catch up with you after?
Hey, congratulations.

Yeah. Thank you.

And he's a doctor, too.

So am I, Dad.

That's what I meant.

Are you Charlie Eppes?

Sure, why not?

I'm Bree.

Bree Eng?

Bree Eng.

You're Val's cousin.

Right. Wow, you
were so, so little.

I'm not so little anymore.

I was looking for an escort.

Uh, sorry, uh, groom side.

Lead on.

Okay.

Your cousin looks beautiful.

Thanks. I know, I was there.

This way?

Thanks. It was real
nice meeting you.

It was very nice to meet you.

He's got to close, though.

You know? That kid's
gotta learn how to close.

Yeah, that's what he needs. A
seminar from the dateless wonder.

I don't see you
with a date, pal.

Who says I don't have a date?

The caterer? Yes, the caterer.

Nice. She has a daughter, too.

It's all right. She's very cute.

I can take care of myself,
thanks. Take a look. There she is.

What, that's her daughter? Yes.

Oh, see, there's
food for thought.

She's cute.