Numb3rs (2005–2010): Season 3, Episode 20 - Burn Rate - full transcript

Numbers #057 D "Burn
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Oh, hey. Hi.

Sorry we're late.

We had to review
the research budget.



We didn't have to, considering
I was right the first time.

Well, thoroughness
clearly is a genetic trait.

You color-tab like
an academic, Alan.

I'm looking for a new,
uh, barbecue grill.

What do you think?

New? What's wrong
with the one you have?

This one's better.

It's got more features.

Sounds a bit... conspicuously
consumptive to me.

I, you know, I could say the
same about you, uh, that bag,

what is that 1,200 bucks?

Wow, touché. Huh?

You know what, I'm remembering
that I already had breakfast.

And so I'm actually going...

Hold on.

I propose a little wager.

All right?

For the next 30 days,

your father and I
buy nothing new.

Nothing.

Except for food
and staple items.

All right, I'm on.

And you be a witness.

No, I don't want to
have anything at all

to do with...

Charles Eppes.

Uh, yeah, I can be
there in about 20 minutes.

Sure.

I got to go.

Victim's John Walton, 37,

science and technology reporter.

Uh-huh and the device
was a letter bomb?

Yup. It originated
in the mailroom.

Witness says he saw the flash.

Next thing he knew, he was
on his back, looking up at EMT.

Besides my ATF team,

a Bomb Squad and a
Postal Investigator are on-site.

Well, where's the FBI?

Hey.

What's up beating
us to the crime scene?

I'm the one who called
your brother, Agent Eppes.

I know he worked on the
recruitment center bombings.

And before that, the backdraft

arson investigation.

That's right. Yeah.

What's your name?

ATF Agent Jessica Malloy.

How you doing, Malloy? Good.

It's good to have you on board.

Your reputation precedes you.

Nikki Davis was
a friend of mine.

She was a good agent, huh?

So, what are we looking at here?

High explosive, uh, shaped
charge would be my best bet.

Uh, targeted.

You know, this is a classic
Misznay-Schardin Effect...

Expanding gas and energy
focused away from and perpendicular

to the surface of the explosive.

I knew I called the right guy.

Explosions are all about
physics, you know, about math...

Burn rates, brisance,
pressure waves.

Everything in this room tells
us a story about the blast.

It's like a...

hand pounding a table.

By the way the
objects are displaced,

I can tell you the
size of the hand,

how tight the grip, how much
energy it imparted on impact...

just like I can analyze

what kind of bomb
we're looking at here.

Yeah, I guess you
called the right guy, huh.

It's too late

to help Walton.

Let's hope we're not late again.

I'm not sure what
I can tell you.

John wasn't the type
to make enemies.

Just two hours ago
he was right here,

kissing the kids good-bye.

What about your husband's work?

I imagine as a reporter, he
may have riled some people,

and maybe received some threats.

The only problem John ever
had on the Science Desk was

when someone
threatened to sue him.

Who?

Guy said...

he was being accused of
a crime he didn't commit.

Do you remember why
they wanted to sue him?

John was covering

a story on a series of
attacks on laboratories...

bombings.

Oh, my God.

DNA Bomber case,

three years ago.

A series of letter-bombs were
sent to biotechnology labs.

Killed four people,

the last one a San Francisco
Bomb Squad sergeant.

Bill Regan.

We trained together
in Huntsville.

A college kid, Jason Aronow,

pled guilty to the DNA bombings.

He's serving a life sentence.

What's the deal, he
was trying to sue Walton?

No, that was Emmett Glaser.

Former physics professor.

Aronow was a student of his.

Glaser consulted for DOD

on mini-explosives.

And was fired
for criticizing work

they were doing
on biotechnology.

Now, shortly after
that, a manifesto

attacking biotech
surfaced on the Internet.

And the DNA Bomber
attacks followed.

Now, the bombs all had

a signature stamped
on a component,

same as the
manifesto's sign-off:

"RF59"... "RF59."

Glaser was a suspect for months.

Yeah, but he didn't do it.

Well, he didn't get caught.

Aronow was his student...

and I never did buy a
19-year-old kid acting alone.

All right, well, let's
say Glaser is our guy.

It's been three years; why
would he start up again now?

Walton was not the only
guy that Glaser tried to sue...

he just lost his last appeal

against the U.S.
Government a few months ago.

So, what?

Some other way of
trying to get payback?

The ATF identified
the explosive as C4.

They're sending
over the ballistics data.

Great, with my
trajectory calculations,

we'll get an accurate
image of that bomb.

Hey.

Either of you two
geniuses have a, uh, Hey.

A CD player I could borrow?

No, sorry. Mine's at home.

I got my MP3 and my headphones?

No. Music should be embraced,

not worn. You know,

I think you can buy a
new one for pretty cheap.

This is the bet, right?

Yeah.

She and my dad made a bet

that they couldn't go a month

without purchasing
a new consumer item.

Hey,

we could just list this

under "items
necessary for survival"?

Now, now, Millie,
the bet was your idea.

Oh, thought so.

You know what? Don't forget...

I approve your research funding.

Hmm.

You'd better hope
my pen doesn't break.

Hey.

So, what do you got?

Well, uh, working
with your techs,

using recovered components,
computer modeling.

I reconstructed the bomb
that killed John Walton.

Well, and I then found a
match to four other devices

in the FBI's database.

All from the DNA Bomber
attacks three years ago.

All resembling bombs

that Glaser designed
for the military.

Now, we know Glaser
fits the psych profile.

Why do you keep
skipping over the small fact

that this guy was
cleared three years ago?

Not in my book, he wasn't.

Yeah, well, your
case fell apart.

You know, I'm not
making the same mistake.

Eppes.

Ah, damn.

All right, yeah, yeah,
we're on our way.

Okay. You'd better come with me.

We'll see you later, Charlie.

So, the victim's Leonard Tobin.

Postal clerk said he
picked up his mail.

And then a witness saw
him checking it in his car

before the blast. Tobin?

Tobin worked at DOD,
same time as Glaser.

What do you mean, he's
like a biotech guy, too?

Glaser sent him angry e-mails

using the same language
as the RF59 Manifesto.

Tobin was the first to
point to Glaser as a suspect.

So, two of Glaser's enemies
blown up in two days.

Hey!

You guys, I need to
show you something.

What have you got?

Check it out.

"RF59."

Bomber's signatures
were never public.

The only ones who
know about it are us

and whoever was
behind the bombings.

This is not a copycat.

This is Glaser.

Can I help you?

FBI, Mr. Glaser.

We need to talk to your son.

Haven't you people
hounded him enough?

Two men are dead,

Mr. Glaser.

One of them as a father, also...

And his two children
will never see him again.

Where is he?

I don't know.

The only time I see him
is when he needs money.

He can't get work,

thanks to you people.

When's the last
time he was here?

About a month ago.

He slept in his old
room in the attic

for a couple of days.

We're gonna need
to take a look, sir.

Have you people got a warrant?

Yeah.

I can't vouch

for the condition
of the floorboards.

If you break your
leg, it's on you.

Starting to see
where Glaser Junior

inherits his good
will toward men.

Mm.

Oh...

Check this out.

Anybody need a back
issue of Popular Bomber?

Man has maintained
an unhealthy interest.

Take a look at the photo

of victim number
two, Leonard Tobin.

Looks like you made
the wall of shame, as well.

Mom will be so proud.

Take a look at this.

Look familiar?

Bomb components.

I think I've seen this before.

Looks like we've got our guy.

Yeah, only we don't.

The diagrams and components
found at Glaser's place

match the bombs that
killed Walton and Tobin.

We didn't find any explosives.

So if he's planning more
attacks, he's got the stuff with him.

No, or it's already in the mail.

Since he lost his job,
Glaser's fallen off the grid.

We're going
through the case files

to see who else he might
be targeting. Mm-hmm.

Well, I can help with
the target analysis.

I bet he's in Lake Arrowhead.

Leonard Tobin received a call
from a phone booth 20 miles away

from the phone the
bomber used to call Walton.

Right, and postal police
say the envelopes came

from two different
mailboxes 15 miles apart.

We traced several components
to a hardware store over here.

Well, I mean, look at this.

This is a huge area.

Yeah, but you know,
by masking his location,

what he's really doing is,
he's providing us with a pattern.

You know, a magnet
repels a group of objects

with the same charge.

The magnet will
repel the objects

just like our suspect will try
to put the maximum distance

he can between himself
and the locations he visited.

So I'll start geo-profiling,
I'll analyze the pattern,

assign some probabilities
and create a search area.

How soon?

Day, more or less.

Yeah, how about less?

You know, we found
letters at Glaser's place,

correspondence between him and
his former student, Jason Aronow.

The guy doing time
for the DNA bombings?

Yeah, Glaser stayed in
touch during Aronow's trial,

you know, "moral support."

If they were in touch then,
maybe they're still in touch.

All right, fine,
let's talk to him.

Here to see No-Knuckles, huh?

"No-Knuckles"?

Aronow, that's what we call him.

Tried to blow himself up
first month he was here

with a bomb made
out of cleaning solvents.

Doc had to stitch his
hands back together.

Been off custodial
detail ever since.

We read his file. Kid's a freak.

Spent all his time
on the Internet

till we found out he was
talking to other bomb-nuts.

He's all yours.

Jason Aronow,
Agent Sinclair, FBI.

Agent Malloy, ATF.

Agent Malloy, it's a pleasure.

You agreed to waive counsel?

Lot of good it did me last time.

You pled guilty to four
bombings, that's four murders.

What did you expect?

Doesn't a troubled childhood
count for anything anymore?

Emmett Glaser, your old
professor, you were pen-pals.

Still the case?

I saw the bombings on the news.

Must be déjà vu for you, Agent.

Of course, you were off the case

by the time they came
knocking on my door.

Shame.

We'd have had fun.

Emmett Glaser, Jason.

A man not afraid
to tell the truth.

Which is?

Biotechnology isn't a solution.

It's a "final solution."

You read my file:
paranoid schizo.

Nothing a little gene
therapy can't fix...

or select out.

Biotech is going to make
people like me extinct.

Come on, Jason, you
didn't have the skills

to do all those bombings.

You couldn't even
blow yourself up.

'Cause I didn't
have what I needed.

Emmett Glaser is a man of ideas,

and I'm a man of action.

The pure energy at
the point of detonation.

You ever want to
feel what that's like...

you just let me know.

Oh, I know what it's like.

I saw photos of
my friend Bill Regan

after he was blown apart by
a bomb you claim you built.

They had to scrape
him off the pavement,

pry parts of him out
of the grill of an SUV.

You're turning me on.

Oh, hey. Hey.

How's the target analysis going?

It's gone.

I sent it two hours ago.

Look at you.

Check this out.

This is research for
your geo-profiling?

Yeah, this guy,

Emmett Glaser
attended Caltech at 14,

and studied under Feynman.

Wound up consulting for
DOD... He's a wunderkind.

Who also lived with his father.

Yeah. Listen to this, this is...

this is from his manifesto:

"When biotechnology
creates a marketplace

"where genetic
material, who we are,

"can be bought and sold
like a slave on the block,

there is no freedom there."

Well, even the Unabomber
had his moments.

You know, obviously, I
don't identify with this guy,

but, you know, on a
purely intellectual level,

I kind of get what he's saying.

It kind of bothers me.

Hey, Don. What's the story?

Well, Amita's
target list paid off.

So another one? Yeah,
screener in the mailroom caught it.

It was addressed to the
judge in the DNA bomber case.

So the bomb squad
rolled on the call.

Evacuated the courthouse.

Where's it at?
The robot's got it.

Guys. Jessica. Hey.

The return address
is Rancho Feliz.

90059.

No such address.

RF59, he's playing with us.

I'm ready to grab an X-ray pic.

Oh, they look pretty
similar to me, right?

Nice for our bomber
to leave us a roadmap.

Eddie, you went to
school on the diagram.

Detonate it. Roger that.

Robot's in firing position.

Load the saline charge.

Locked and loaded, boss.

Light it up.

Well, looking good.

That's it.

Fire in the hole!

Start the bag and
tag. Roger that.

Bomb squad one, stand
by. We're moving in.

Looks like a good hit. Hang on.

Yeah, we're good. Good.

Glaser's just giving us
more rope to hang him.

I mean, he's got to know
we're screening the mail.

Why does he stick
to the same M.O.

and just keep
handing us evidence?

What about that courthouse?

He knew we'd evacuate, right?

'Cause he wanted to sneak in.

During the evacuation,
someone entered that courthouse

and downloaded the case files

from the DNA
bomber investigation.

That means Glaser's got names
and addresses of everyone.

Yeah. Judges, witnesses,
confidential informants.

Target list just got
a hell of a lot longer.

There's no way we
can protect all of them.

All right, I'll check with you
guys in a little bit, all right?

Hey. Oh, hey, bro.

So using the data points
we traced to Glaser,

I was able to triangulate
a preliminary search area.

Well, it'd better
be preliminary.

Well, you know, he doesn't
own a car, so that limits his range.

And then I factored
in his psych profile.

He's a loner, he anti-social.

Right, so here's
what I, what I got.

Charlie, I mean, there's
got to be at least a dozen

square miles of
woods here. 12.7.

Checked out Jason
Aronow's online activity.

Turns out the kid's been
in contact with Glaser twice.

But the e-mails don't
say anything incriminating.

Did we trace it?

Glaser logged on from several

Internet cafes in the
Lake Arrowhead area.

We showed his photo
around, no leads.

May I see the file?

Yeah, sure.

You know, more data translates

to greater refinement.

Greater refinement
means less area.

That better?

Yeah, that's what I'm
talking about, Charlie!

All right, let's get
eyes in these areas.

Okay, roll everything
we've got, all right?

Tea?

Yeah, I saw Granger
make that coffee.

Hey, what was that look you gave
me when Malloy mentioned Nikki Davis?

Right, like, "Why is it all your
girlfriends are people you've worked with?"

The hours we put in...

that's just the way it is.

It's what we do

after we punch out that
makes the difference.

Hey, you ever, uh, ice-skate?

Yeah. Do you?

Actually I played
hockey as a kid.

Okay, I didn't figure you
for sequins and figure eights.

You never know, it could be
the secret life of Don Eppes.

Yeah, I'm free Friday.

All right, good. So maybe
dinner after, something like that?

Don, we've found Glaser.

Delivery.

Leave it on the step.

I can't, sir, I
need a signature.

On the step!

Or leave me alone.

Looks like he's building
another bomb. We gotta go in.

Okay, sir, you win.

I'll leave it here on the door.

FBI! Put your hands
where I can see them.

Where I can see them.

Step away from the desk.

Now put your hands behind
your head and turn around.

By the way, the real
delivery guy sleeps in his truck

between 3:00 and 3:30.

Little detail for your files.

Why am I being so
honored this time?

Why do you think, Glaser?

I can guess now.

Let's get a bomb squad in here.

Yes, do.

They can save us all

from the toy I'm
building for my nephew.

Wish I could say

it's nice to see you
again, Agent Malloy.

Yeah, feeling's mutual.

What? You're not a
fan of your own work?

My client is not responsible
for the death of these men.

That's not what the
evidence says, Counselor.

Postmarks, phone calls,

purchases, not to mention

what we found at
"daddy's house."

I appreciate you putting

my picture up on the wall.

That's all
circumstantial evidence.

You going to let this bozo

do all the talking for you?

You weren't this shy when
you wrote your RF59 manifesto.

Look, I don't know about
your supposed "evidence."

As for my vitriol, it's
true I haven't let go.

You wouldn't either.

Oh, yeah, why's that?

You live with agents
following you incessantly,

questioning colleagues,
e-mailing employers,

leaks to the press
destroying your reputation.

You recognize that?

Signature on your manifesto,

on your bombs.

You and that kid
are the only ones

who know about it.

You know about it.

There's some more of your work.

Mary Murphy, Armin Shah,

Richard Ells,

and this one, this is
not from the case file.

This is mine.

Look at it.

Hey, I said look at it!

This is Bill Regan, San
Francisco Bomb Squad,

left behind a wife and a child.

This isn't even
part of... Shut up!

I am not done!

His son Sean was
just three years old

when his father
was killed by you.

This case has already
been tried, Malloy.

Yeah, and he let his
student take the fall for it.

I can't be held responsible
for one young man perverting

my discourse into a
blueprint for mayhem.

You provided a hell of a lot
more than just "discourse."

I told Jason what
he did was wrong.

Oh, playing to the
judge's sympathy,

you psychopathic scumbag.

Hey, hey. You know, I've looked

at your "overwhelming" evidence

and frankly, I'm underwhelmed.

We're done here.

No, we are not done!

Yeah, Jessica, we are.

I refer you to the "Axiom
of Coherent States,"

a little quantum
mechanics principle.

Look it up.

Here all night?

Mm.

Just since about 5:00 A.M.

You find a CD player?

No, no, but I found an
undergrad physics major,

a hunk o' burning brain who
said he'd rebuild mine for me.

Oh... Done.

Millie, that's
cheating. No, it isn't.

Yes, it... yes, it is.

You're buying some
starving student's services.

No, I'm not buying anything.

I am letting him.

Hi.

Oh, Bradley, come in.

Here he is.

All done? Hello.

I had a little setback,
Dr. Finch. What?

It would enhance
the sound quality,

but...

My Vivaldi?

Oh, no.

Why?

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's okay.

Thank you.

So check this out.

This is the interview
with the suspect

in the bomber case.

"Coherent States"?

Yeah, yeah, he
seems oddly confident

that, that the evidence
against him won't hold.

I-I don't know, I
just don't see it.

Well, maybe you need
a little more caffeine.

That's it. What?

"Coherent States."

Redundancy, over-completeness.

Here.

These are the data points
that I used to triangulate

the suspect's location.

Okay, looks good to me.

Too good, too good.

Where are the outliers?

How many times have you seen

this much data and
nothing's out of place,

where you have just
exactly what you need?

Almost never.

"Too good"?

Wha-What are you talking about?

I'm saying I think we
may have the wrong man.

It's what Glaser said
about "Coherent States,"

th-tha-that all the
evidence points to him

and, and only him.

You know what that's like?

That's like a perfect
storm of data.

That's like... That's
an improbable event.

Come on, Charlie,
the guy's playing you.

It's not just the
math, all right? Okay.

His manifesto, his ideas,

though extreme,
are not irrational.

You know, he never
advocates violence.

Well, so what?
The guy's a genius.

Doesn't mean
he's not a murderer.

You're missing the
point. What's the point?

That you want to stand up
for one of your own here?

What are you talking about?

You know, you're one to talk.

Colby lied to you, almost blew an
entire investigation... Hey, hey, easy.

And you covered his ass.

Easy, pal. You're
here to help, right?

You're not here
to create problems.

You know what? Fine.

But if Glaser's lawyer calls me
to the stand, I'm not gonna lie.

I'm not going to cover your ass.

Come on, come on.

Five seconds. Come on!

This could be it. Damn it.

Hendricks at the three-point
line, he puts up a shot.

Oh...

What's going on?

It's a piece of crap.

I don't even know why I
bothered taking it out of the garage.

What's wrong
with the flatscreen?

Broke.

Bought it a year ago,
didn't make it to the playoffs.

Oh, right, what's this?

This Millie's bet
Charlie told me about?

What? You can't buy another one?

Yeah, ridiculous.

I should have kept
my mouth shut.

So, uh, I thought
you were working

around the clock
on that bomber case.

Nah, we got the guy. Oh, really?

So why is your brother out in
the garage still working on it?

Well, that guy, man.

I guess he hates to
be wrong, you know?

I mean, even when he's right.

He's just letting his
emotions get in the way.

Yeah, something you'd never do.

The guy wrote a manifesto,
you know, like the Unabomber.

H-he wants to end
biotech research.

So...

You know, strong opinions
does not necessarily a killer make.

In my day, people had...

they had opinions
about a lot of stuff.

Oh, come on.

What, are you gonna give me
the First Amendment lecture again?

Till you listen, yes.

Dad, you're as bad as Charlie.

Well, maybe, but have
you ever known your brother

to let his emotions
trump his math?

Hey, Charlie.

Hey, yeah, no, I know, I...

I get caught up sometimes,
you know, in the math.

All right, I understand.

Listen.

Listen, I'm here, okay?

L-Let me hear what you got.

Thanks.

Here's the thing.

Look, tracing these
bomber's movements gave us

these 12 data points.

Right? Right, the search area.

Right, and all of them fit

so perfectly into my equation.

There's no strays, no outliers.

Well, good evidence
is good evidence.

Not when it's too good.

Y-You see what I'm...

Imagine, um... here we go.

Imagine we wanted
to create a square.

Okay? Okay.

You need four points, right?

Mm-hmm. Four.

You don't need four
more points, right?

That's exactly
what I have, though.

That's more data than I need
here and it all fits together

so perfectly.

Right, but, I mean, that
doesn't mean it's impossible.

Yeah, but given Glaser's
grasp of these concepts,

don't you see how he would
be a fool to behave in this way?

See what I'm saying?

You going to stick
around for dinner?

No, you know, I'm gonna
go back to work, right?

We're going back through
the evidence, including the files

in the original DNA
Bomber investigation.

I think we might have
caught a break. Oh, yeah?

Yeah, Jason Aronow was
trying to dump a flash drive

down the john in his cell.

Techs checked it out, said
it's an encryption device.

David's got them going back

through all his online activity.

Sounds good.

What the hell's going on, Eppes?

Charlie raised some questions.

Yeah, so I hear.

Some crackpot theory
that Glaser's being framed?

Back off.

It was your idea to bring
him in in the first place, right?

Aronow's encryption
device was used to chat

on a cooking Web site. Cooking?

Conversations about
ingredients and baking times

were really about bomb-making.

He spent most of
his time chatting

with the username "Burnrate20."

They also mentioned
the RF59 signature.

It's Glaser.

No, I doubt it;
Aronow trashed Glaser

for "disavowing violence
in the name of ideas."

This guy, this
Burnrate20 offered him

a chance to get even.

Right, to frame Glaser.

Can you trace Burnrate20?

Guy knew how
to cover his tracks.

Well, we know where
Aronow is, right?

They're bringing him
in from work detail now.

The kid got out early.

Perfect timing.

Aronow hasn't enjoyed
this much attention

since he first got here

and the reporters
were buzzing around.

Yeah, glad we can
brighten his day.

What did our boy
do to get off work?

He got sick.

Prison doc thinks
he inhaled something.

Like what? Glue.

He was doing some
rebinding in the library.

Wait, I thought you
guys were supposed

to keep him away
from the chemicals.

Yeah, you getting the
same bad feeling I'm getting?

Yeah. Call the Bomb Squad.

Now!

Open up!

You okay? Yeah, I'm okay.

You all right? Yeah.

Aronow joins our list of victims
even if it was by suicide bomb.

Looks like he got ahold of
the right chemicals this time.

Yeah, but I can't
figure why now?

Maybe our bomber
had a hand in it.

Glaser was in lockup,
so it wasn't him.

I was wrong about Aronow, too.

I guess he was the one behind
the bombings three years ago.

Well, whoever's doing it
now went to a lot of trouble

to pin it on Glaser.

Maybe he has some theories.

It's not like he's
going to talk to us.

Maybe he'll talk
to someone else.

Dr. Glaser?

Professor Eppes.

Is this the FBI's idea
of catch and release?

Stick another hook in
the fish, watch it struggle?

They just wanted
me to talk to you.

Shouldn't you be
applying your talents

to higher pursuits than
gumshoeing for a pack of thugs?

Go home, Professor.

I really respect your
ideas, you know?

Except for one.

I believe

that humanism should
be about humanity.

Finally, some candor.

I totally get what
you're saying.

The dangers of
genetic engineering,

taking humanity apart...

And reordering it with no regard
for long-term consequences.

Yeah, I'm aware of the
risk-reward analyses, but...

but my mother...

She died of a disease that
this technology could cure, so...

Isn't saving lives
a humanist ideal?

We need your help.

Whoever's bombing these
people has targeted you, as well.

We think you might have
an idea who it could be.

I suggest you
look for the answer

by looking at the victims.

A paradigm shift.

I'm not... I don't
know what you mean.

You're the genius, Professor.

Figure it out.

Your hunch was right.

Jason Aronow's suicide
bomb didn't match anything

on the prison's inventory list.

Well, our guy got to
him somehow, right?

Why don't you just
check the visitors' logs?

Colby's already
on it. All right, good.

Don. Hey. What? You
got something on Glaser?

You know, it took me a while

to understand Glaser's
allusion to a paradigm shift.

We've all been looking
at the victims in this case

as Glaser's enemies,

when in fact, they
were his allies.

Allies?

Yeah, I-I've taken

a fresh look at this
case in legal terms.

Victim number one,
uh, uh, John Walton,

was the first reporter to
out Glaser as a suspect

by name. All right. So?

So, that information
was leaked to Walton

by someone on the case,

which caused evidence
to be thrown out.

What about the
second victim, Tobin?

Tobin. Well, after he
pointed his finger at Glaser,

news surfaced that
he'd made a book deal,

and the judge threw
out his testimony.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And a bomb was
sent to that judge, too.

Okay, so, so the
bomber's killing people

that he holds responsible
for Glaser escaping justice.

So a survivor

of one of the victims,
right? Family, friend...

Try a member of law enforcement.

Prison visitors' log shows

Aronow had one
visitor yesterday.

Who's that?

I say you led us from the start.

You wanted to
nail Glaser, right?

I mean, you were dying to do it.

Damn straight. I
thought he was guilty.

It was all a setup, wasn't it?

I mean, even bringing in
Charlie from the get-go.

I called your brother
to get answers.

Yeah. What were you
doing at the prison yesterday?

My job.

Oh, yeah? What's that,
executing criminals, huh?

Killing someone for
tanking your case?

You don't know what the
hell you are talking about.

You tell me what I don't know.

I will tell you.

I went to go and see Aronow
because I wanted the truth.

I was tired of all this
damn screwing around.

The only person I blame

for blowing the case
against Glaser is me.

I'm the one who leaked his name.

Oh, come on. You
don't believe me,

go-go check the case files.

My confidential
reprimand is in there.

I am a cop, Eppes,
not a murderer.

You know what?
You're off the case...

Yeah, well, whatever.

So Malloy took a
two-month suspension

for leaking Glaser's name
to Walton's newspaper.

Hey, Liz.

But the prison surveillance
tapes show no sign

that she passed
anything to Aronow.

Right. Well, I mean,
somebody did.

And I think I know who. Yeah?

And I got to thinking

maybe our guy wasn't
on the prison visitors' log,

'cause he's already inside,

so I ran background checks
on the prison personnel.

That's the guard on
Aronow's cellblock.

Lee Kettrick, former San
Francisco Bomb Squad.

In Bill Regan's unit.

Regan was the guy
killed defusing Aronow's

last letter bomb.

Kettrick wasn't there,

but he watched his
buddy blown up on TV.

He quit the force last year...
Issues with depression.

Gets a new job.

And like Malloy,
thinks Glaser is part

of the DNA Bomber conspiracy.

And had a list of people

he blamed for
letting him go free.

Kills them, makes
it look like Glaser.

And then kills Aronow
as final payback.

So, where's this guy now?

FBI! Don't move!

Down on your knees.

Let's go.

Put your hands behind your head.

We have you on tape, Kettrick,

slipping bomb materials
to Jason Aronow.

Given what I wanted to do
to him, the kid got off easy.

And what about the others?

Glaser should
have gone to prison.

It's their fault he didn't.

Even if he didn't
build those bombs,

he gave that kid the idea.

It's all over now, Kettrick.

That's what you think.

So, Kettrick's in custody,

but David and Colby think
he's chosen his next victim.

Fuse is already lit.

Well, we've identified
the potential targets.

And we're screening their mail.

Wait. What if he's
not using the mail?

I mean, he already
played us once, right?

Oh, it's the courthouse.

Yeah, what about it?

He wanted those files to know

who screwed up
Glaser's conviction.

Oh, my God. It's Malloy.

Malloy.

It's Eppes. Where are you?

My car.

I'm vacating the premises.

Those were your orders, right?

Listen to me.
Get out of the car.

You're the next target.

Your timing could have
been better, Eppes.

I'm sitting on the bomb right
now, and I got 19 minutes.

Well, don't move, Jessica.

If Kettrick used another one
of Glaser's military designs,

there's probably a
pressure-switch in the seat.

All right.

All right, just hang tight,
okay? You keep that line open.

We're going to get
you out of there.

It's going to take
at least half an hour

to get the Bomb Squad to roll.

All right, look, we got to find

another way then, all right?

Think I see it.

Hey, I need to talk to you.

I'm busy, Professor.

Retrieving what your
FBI friends took from me.

I need your help. I gave
it to you, remember?

There's a bomb, all right?

It's likely your design.

Malloy's the target.

I know your history,
but you're her only hope.

Personal animus
aside, sounds like a job

for the Bomb Squad, not me.

There's no time.

I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

Glaser!

I know what RF59 means.

It's Richard
Feynman's 1959 lecture

on nanotechnology,
the future, right?

I applaud your insight,

but I'm not sure
I see your point.

Feynman loved ideas,

but he would never have
used incendiary words

without regards
for consequences.

Would have never walked away

from someone who
needed his help.

You were his student!

What happened?

All right, I got the WIFI tap.

I'm hacking into the
onboard computer right now.

All right, Jess, how
you doing there?

I was doing fine, till I got
a look at your rescue team.

He's here to help. You
just got to trust me, relax.

What do you say, pal?

We're way past letter bombs.

It's one of my
designs, looks like.

Thing's got enough C4

to blow her into the upper deck.

So, what, are you saying
you can disarm it or not?

I can take care of
the pressure switch.

Activating the airbag
will disable the sensor.

Bomb's timer is another matter.

We stop the clock, it'll go off.

What if we fool it instead?

But how?

If we reset the clock,
so that the bomb thinks

it's already detonated,

then the computer
will look for instructions

in the code, and find none.

Terminating itself and crashing.

Right, so,

we just need to
override the GPS feed.

Wait, guys, we got a
minute here... I'm on it.

What about blowing the airbag,
deactivating the seat sensor?

We can sequence it in.

Just did that.

Yeah, that'll work?

In theory. Airbag will blow
before the timer override.

She'll have two, maybe three
seconds to get out of the car.

All right, I'm going
to go help her.

What? Now, wait.
Don, Don! Just...

Just disarm it,
all right? I got it.

What are you doing,
Eppes? Just relax. Quiet.

Get out of here! All
right, listen to me.

Eppes, come on, get out of
here. Listen to me. Just relax.

Charlie thinks he
can disarm it, okay?

So I'm going to
need you to jump.

I'm gonna help you out. Okay, you
with me? All right. Yeah, I'm with you.

All right, Charlie. I'm programming
in the time right now. Just hang on.

Here we go. You ready?

All right, stand by!

Okay.

Now! Go, go!

Stay back!

It didn't detonate.

Bomb's disarmed.

Congratulations, Professors.

You all right? You all right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Two arms, two legs,
I'm-I'm good, yeah.

Okay, just take
a... take a second.

How can I ever begin to...?

You can't.

Uh, Professor Glaser?

Come here. You got any
water? I'm going home.

I'm out of favors.

Well, look, if you ever
feel like sitting in on a class,

I would be delighted to
invite you to guest-lecture.

I'll give it some thought.

Ooh! Hey!

You're good at that, huh? Ooh...

To excess.

But not to excess, huh?

Sounds like Shakespeare.

Yeah. Oh, hail

the conquering hero!

How about some champagne?

Uh, uh, champagne? Sure.

Wait. Does that mean
that one of you won the bet?

We decided that anti-consumerism

is too all-consuming.

Mm-hmm.

So, our new credo
is, uh, moderation.

All things... In moderation.

That's sweet. His idea. Mm-hmm.

Hey. Here, kid.

Oh, Don. Hello.

What's going on? Champagne?

All I ever get is beer.

Yeah, well, we can
change that right now.

There you are, my boy.

All right, well,

to Charlie, who, uh,

seriously pulled a
rabbit out of his hat today.

Well...

Oh, sounds like
you have restored

your faith in your brother.

Whoa. When did I ever lose it?

Uh, I think I've lost count.

Oh, come on,
bro, I'd put my life

in your hands any
day of the week.

Well, that's great,

because Millie and I
are now going to dinner.

I will leave you with your
brother... Bon appétit.

Who will be your
designated chef.

No, I'm going skating. See you.

We're having Hungarian
goulash. Going skating.

I'm preparing a nice goulash.

Where's everybody...?

Well, I guess it's
goulash for two.