(lock buzzes)
(door rattles open)
GUARD:
Open on 12.
GUARD 2: Open on 12.
(lock buzzes, door clanks)
Did you get it?
At first, I was nervous,
then I figured,
what can they do to me?
- I can't get in trouble for. - Stealin' flour from the kitchen.
- You can't steal. - From yourself, man.
Our state government spends
a total of 6.4% of
total tax revenues on prisons.
That's $1.6 billion a year.
Now... look around you.
You tell me somebody's not
skimming off the top.
(chuckles)
They steal from us.
I'm going to miss
your wisdom, Christian.
Good luck tomorrow, patriot.
You keep fighting
the fight, patriot.
MAN: Mailing threatening letters
to a government official
is a serious offense.
Plead guilty now and
we'll recommend six months.
I have to go
to the bathroom.
How about an answer first?
Any prisoner not
afforded access
to a bathroom facility
- has had his substantive. - Due process rights,
As guaranteed by the
14th Amendment, violated...
DeShantey v. Winnebago County.
Department of Social Services.
Unbelievable.
Cuffs stay on.
Cleanup's your problem.
- Let's go. - They're waiting.
Just wrapping it up, boss.
Come on, Beaumont,
pinch it off.
Beaumont, you hear me?
(alarm bell ringing)
- GUARD: - Lockdown! Lockdown!
We have full lockdown!
CHARLIE: Listen up, cons.
Christian Beaumont...
- He used a lightbulb. - Filled with flour.
- And match heads. - Doused in alcohol.
- To bolt the county courthouse. - Where he was facing charges.
- For mailing threatening letters. - To the county land assessor.
- Sent them right. - From his prison cell.
Everyone thought he was stupid.
- But his plan all along. - Was to find.
- A less secure location, - so he could make his move.
- Beaumont... where, uh, where have. - I heard that name before?
'Cause four years ago,
the government seized
his family farm
to build a highway.
He refused to leave.
- When Federal agents. - Came to get him,
He just started firing.
Standoff lasted two days.
Killed one, wounded three.
And that's not to mention
- the two court officers that. - He dropped this morning.
I remember this guy.
- Dude's like a folk hero. - For crazy crackers.
Um, Charlie, your wife's
on line one.
- Could you tell her. - I'll call her back, please?
Um, can he all you back?
Okay.
Uh, she just wants you to know
that your salsa lesson
was cancelled.
Didn't know you were
a dancer, man.
Are you strictly salsa,
or do you also lambada?
'Cause I gotta tell you,
that dance is forbidden.
- Moving on. - Mother: Carol. Deceased.
Father: Ellis. Alive.
- The father. - Seems to share the same.
Anti-government bent as his son,
- and when junior. - Got incarcerated,
- He joined an extremist group. - Called the Patriot Front.
You mean as in,
- "These patriots." - Are going to sit.
"On our front porch with"
shotguns if we see anybody
that walk by who
don't look like us"?
These people just use racial
pride to cover up racist hate.
Couldn't agree with you more.
Can't stand those groups.
Patriot Front, Black Panthers.
The point is, dummies,
- Beaumont could have support. - On the outside.
Hello. I'm Dr. Lockwood...
- Christian Beaumont's. - Incarceration psychiatrist.
- Thank you for. - Coming by, Doctor.
We'll be in there.
- The three of you go talk. - To Beaumont's family.
Lloyd, you're with me.
- LOCKWOOD: Christian has. - Severe rage disorder.
And acute
persecution complex.
- It was exacerbated. - By what he feels.
Was an unlawful government
seizure of his family's land.
Simply put, he's
a very angry man.
- What's your protocol? - Meds, cognitive therapy?
He refused medication.
- Once a week... - Strict Freudian analysis.
Freudian analysis? Wow.
Is this 1950?
After sessions, do you take him
- to the sweet shoppe. - For a malted, or...?
- I'm sorry. - Who are you?
I'm sorry, too.
I'm Lloyd Lowery.
Harvard class of '93.
Harvard med school class of '97.
- I'm the resident. - Psychiatrist here.
Where did you matriculate?
The University of Illinois.
- Oh, state school. - CHARLIE: - Look, I'm sorry.
- We're just looking. - For anything.
- That will give us. - Some insight into the man.
The Anarchist Diaries.
Christian was particularly fond
of the author, Carl Huntz,
- who was executed. - By the Federal government.
- For killing. - A district court judge.
The guy's a martyr
to the anti-government crowd.
You let Beaumont have this book?
As I stated, the man suffers
from a persecution complex.
If I, as a government employee,
denied him reading material...
- He's an amateur. - Tone it down, Lowery!
I'm sorry, Charlie. He doesn't
want to deny a very angry man
- a handbook on violence. - And uprising, because.
- He'd rather have him. - On his couch.
- With a box of tissues, - talking about.
- Penis envy. - You know, I think I'm done here.
By the way,
Dr. Lowery, I am aware
of who you are, but...
- I won't be spoken down to. - By a person.
Who doesn't even have
his medical license anymore.
Charlie, I couldn't
keep quiet any longer.
- You didn't keep quiet. - At all, Lloyd.
I mean, I bring you in there
for your expertise
- and you piss. - All over the guy?
You have one use
to me here... that's it.
- Guess what happens. - When you stop providing that.
Dig up everything you can
on that author, please.
Lockwood's a hack.
- You want to know what. - Makes Beaumont tick?
You look at his family.
Okay, who do you
think cultivated his
persecution complex?
That's why I'm glad that
my father wasn't in my life.
Men screw up boys.
You're not close with your dad?
Lars Lowery? No, not really.
I haven't seen him
in about 30 years.
Oh.
- Well, as my. - Mother explains...
- There's extenuating. - Circumstances.
He lives in Holland.
- And he's a pretty wealthy. - And important guy,
- So he wasn't readily available. - For Little League.
We might have an issue here.
The ten-year anniversary
of Huntz's execution
is the 15th of this month.
That's tomorrow.
Yes... Yes, people with.
Beaumont's pathology love dates.
- They are the fence posts. - Upon which.
- Unstable ideological flags. - Are flown.
Like McVeigh's attack on the
anniversary of the Waco siege.
- We already know that Beaumont's. - Good with explosives.
Do you think he could be
planning some kind of attack
for the anniversary?
- Well, if he is, - it makes sense.
- He started mailing those. - Letters out eight months ago.
- He knew it would take. - A while to get a court date.
- And he got out. - Just under the wire.
- ZANCANELLI: - Alex Beaumont?
You with the Marshals?
Oh, yeah, you
got that look.
The same look people had
that took our farm.
Left us with this
prime half acre.
- What are you doing. - On my land?
Where's Christian?
Haven't seen him.
(chuckles)
- Wouldn't tell. - You if I did.
Well, let's start
off with this.
- What are these. - Patches here?
Flag Day fireworks.
You heard of Flag Day?
If the grand wizard's
having a picnic,
maybe I'll
pull up a chair.
You want to break bread
with me, old man?
This is not fireworks.
More like explosives.
Hey, Fourth Amendment.
- You can't even come. - Back up in here.
Without probable cause.
Plain sight rule.
- Your Honor, the. - Incriminating evidence.
Was clearly visible
from the highway.
You can see those
burn marks from over there?
I ate a lot of carrots.
- ERICA: - Nickel shavings.
Someone cut off handcuffs.
- You got no right. - To be in my shed.
I'm going to sue you
for everything you've got.
- Send the papers. - To my summer home.
Where's your hacksaw?
It's gone missing.
You didn't use it to saw
off your son's handcuffs?
How about we ask you
again... this time at
the Marshals office.
Let's do that.
That way I can file a report
about the saw,
which has clearly been stolen.
- And file a complaint. - Against you.
For illegal search
and seizure.
Now... get off the little bit
of property I have left.
Because we both know you got
no basis to arrest me.
You'll never touch me...
Or my son.
44 cents for a stamp, huh?
- Hey, you name. - One private company.
- That can raise. - Its prices every year.
While the service gets worse.
Whatever, right?
I'm just trying
to mail a letter, bro.
Yeah, by all means, bro.
You have a good day.
(car alarms blaring)
- OFFICER: - Please, stay behind the tape.
(sirens wailing in distance)
Screen captures from
the security cameras.
The images are fed real time
to the central office,
so they're preserved.
We got him leaving that package
next to a desk
- and then taking off. - Before the explosion.
He hit a Federal institution.
They took his property,
he'll take theirs.
I've seen work done
like this before.
Ammonium nitrate extracted
from fertilizer.
I mean, materials like this,
you need a license for it.
- Jules, get me a list. - Of all licensed dealers.
Of regulated fertilizer
in the area.
On it.
What're you thinkin'?
I'm thinking.
Beaumont could've hit
a number of Federal properties...
National parks, military
recruitment centers...
But he picked a post office.
- And in his book, his hero. - Carl Huntz wrote.
- That in order. - To cripple the enemy,
You first have to kill their
method of communication.
Yeah, but it's just
a small post office.
Yeah, but it's symbolic.
I think Beaumont
was honoring Huntz.
And if he's that determined
to celebrate this man,
then he's definitely not gonna
let tomorrow's anniversary
- of his execution. - Go unnoticed.
So he's not through here?
This might be just the warm-up.
- CHARLIE: - Bob LaFontaine?
Charlie DuChamp, U.S. Marshals.
We're here to talk
- to you about. - Your fertilizer.
- Can't right now. - It's the busy season.
A lot of people buying.
Anybody by the name
of Christian Beaumont?
I don't know names.
- Well, his father. - Has crates in his shed.
With your company's logo on it.
Yeah, well, I sell
to lot of people.
Hey, right here.
Oh, my goodness, I think
this is because you're brown.
Charlie, he will not look
at you because you are brown.
SHEA: Hey, check
this out... every week,
"ten bags, ten bags,
12 bags, ten bags."
How come all of a sudden this
guy's gotta have 50 bags
"no later than the 14th"?
- And I only count. - Ten here.
Where're the other 40?
Plain Sight Rule.
- See, Ray? - I'm learning.
Aw, look how much
he hates you, Shea.
Oh, this is fascinating stuff.
40 bags of fertilizer?
That's enough to take down
a skyscraper.
Erica, any fertilizer out back?
- Been looking. - Nothing so far.
- Hey, you can't send Marshals. - Behind my shop.
You're supposed
to report any purchases.
- People buy two, - three bags at a time.
I don't have to report
quantities that small.
I've violated no law.
You can't arrest me.
Look, I don't care who you are
or what you believe in.
If you gave Christian.
Beaumont fertilizer
to make bombs,
we will nail you
for murder same as him.
Maybe somebody who looks
like you stole it.
Ray, I'll take care of it.
You take orders from him?
It's an upside-down world.
Next thing you know,
dogs'll be walkin' people.
Ray!
I wish I'd done it.
(spits)
You're in trouble now, pigs.
- It's gonna jump off. - Early in the morning,
- So we get a full day. - Of news coverage.
You'll link our sites
to the major network?
- Yeah, they'll be linked. - Like sausages, my man.
- All our brothers will hear. - The news.
Almost before it happens.
(door shuts)
The Marshals came by.
They were asking about you.
- Maybe you. - Should just...
Take a beat, huh?
What? Why?
After everything
they took from us?
Carl Huntz
wouldn't back down.
Neither would Mom.
I ain't sayin', for one second,
you should do anything
but send the message
that needs to be sent.
You bring them
to their knees, Christian.
You do it in a way
where you come home to me.
You're all
I got left.
I'm willing to die
for the cause, Dad.
I'm not afraid.
They're the ones who
should be afraid now.
Did you get a name?
Yeah.
McCalister, what can you do with
the name Charlie DuChamp?
I installed computers for the
government for 15 years.
What do you want me
to do with it?
- This book is just a series. - Of violent ramblings.
- There's no way to know where. - He's gonna strike.
Well, anger needs focus,
- and if that fraud. - Therapist is correct,
- Then Beaumont's focus would be. - The taking of his property.
Jules, tell Federal Protective.
Services to alert
- government buildings that deal. - With property rights:
HUD, land surveyors,
anything that you can think of.
I been trying.
The computers are acting
funny today.
- Just got this. - From Director Knox.
The feed store guy filed
an assault complaint.
Now we so much
as tail the guy,
we're getting sued.
The guy needed a beating.
He sued us?
Ah... what a dick.
- So glad you punched him, - you violent Italian.
- See, man? You're always sayin' - racist stuff.
So how come you don't like it
- when the guy. - We're chasin' do it?
- No, no, no, I say racial stuff, - not racist stuff.
I merely state facts.
A racist is an idiot because
to believe that one group is
genetically superior to another
is scientifically baseless.
- Cultural superiority, - on the other hand...
See? Racist.
How much you want to bet that
you dance better than me?
I state facts.
(phone rings)
DuChamp.
Listen, baby, can you not leave
personal messages
for me with Julianne.
- Well, the only way. - I can get through.
- To you lately is. - Through Julianne.
No...
- That's a little. - Passive/aggressive.
Did you learn that from Lloyd?
Hey, did you order anything?
We just received a package.
- With no return address. - No, Marisol, don't pick it up!
What? Why?
- Baby, please, - drop it and run!
Marisol, please! Marisol,
drop it and run, please!
- (explosion) - Marisol!
(siren wails in distance)
Here ya go.
Can I talk to you
for a sec?
I'll be back, okay?
She's gonna need
20 stitches.
How you doing?
How you holding up?
Fine.
Look, if she wasn't on
the phone with you,
if she wasn't running away
when it detonated...
This is scary stuff.
- It's okay for you to be feelin' - this a little bit.
Ray, I'm fine, okay?
- Look, we don't have. - A lot of time.
- If our theory is right. - About Beaumont,
- The 15th is tomorrow. I'm gonna. - Take her to the hospital,
- Make sure she's okay, and then. - I'm getting back to work.
- Besides, you don't need to be. - Worrying about me right now.
You need to be thinking
about your own family.
- Julianne said the computers. - Have been acting funny.
We were hacked.
- The personnel files. - Have been breached.
- If they got. - To my data, then...
Teresa!
- Teresa, hey, baby, it's Daddy! - Are you here?
- Ray... - Where's my kid?
- Our kid is upstairs. - Doing her homework.
- She's probably got. - The earbuds in.
- Hey, Teresa, get down here! - Pack a bag!
No! The judge said no
visitation till you're
out of that halfway...
- There's a runner, - Christina, and.
He's dangerous,
- and he might have. - Information on my family,
Like where they live...
Dad?
- Go pack a bag; You and Mom are. - Going over to Grandma's house.
- No, we're not gonna. - Pick up and go anywhere.
- Until I know exactly... - I swear to God, Christina,
- This is not the time to. - Play "Bust Ray's Stones"!
Teresa, go pack a bag.
Everything okay?
- He says there's. - Some criminal that. - Could pose a danger.
Does. Does pose a danger.
I'm taking my kid out of here
until things cool off.
- Well, we appreciate your. - Concern, Ray, but we have.
An arrangement: You call
before you come over.
- I'm sure. - The halfway house has a phone.
You appreciate
my concern?
Ray...
That is my kid, not yours!
You open your mouth again,
- I will duct tape you. - To the front tree,
- Paint a bull's-eye. - On your chest.
- And give the runner. - This address myself.
Five seconds, Chrissy.
You can leave with her, or I
carry her outta here myself.
We'll pack light.
Still a Jet fan?
Yeah.
Jets suck.
Okay, yes, sir, I'll tell them.
Bye.
Um, that was Director Knox.
Seems Beaumont may have
gotten access
to more than just.
Marshals info on our system.
If you're saying
what I think you're saying,
I'm about to blow up bigger
than that post office.
HQ said that your files
were vulnerable,
but there's no evidence...
There wasn't supposed
to be any file on us!
- Part of the deal was that this. - Task force was.
Put together on the QT...
That's what they told us.
- And now you're gonna. - Tell me this...
- Take it easy. - It's not her fault.
- You protecting your little. - Girlfriend now?
She's one of them.
What? No?
I mean, yes, yes,
I will defend her
from your diatribe,
but she is not my girlfriend.
- You're not. - My girlfriend.
Hey, Ray, do you have any idea
what would've happened to me
- if it gets out that Shea Daniels. - Is working with cops?
Ray, I've got a kid.
- Could Beaumont. - Know who we are?
Put your minds at ease.
- You're criminal scumbags, - just like him.
- Beaumont doesn't care about you. - He cares about real cops.
Oh, and by the way...
Charlie's wife is fine.
Thanks for asking.
SHEA:
Oh, this is still bullshit.
I don't know why Shea would say
something so ridiculous.
Girlfriend and...
It... It's okay.
Uh, you can use
my phone if you want
to warn your mother.
Just to be safe.
- Well, she, she has Tai Chi. - Every Wednesday,
So I'm pretty sure
- she can defend herself. - Adequately, but thanks.
Actually, maybe
I should call my dad, too.
You know, just to be safe.
Do you think you could
track him down
with your computer?
Yeah, sure.
- I'm sure I can. - Find something.
Thanks.
(door slides open)
- What are you. - Doing here?
Working.
Yeah, but your wife...
- Is healing. - And Beaumont is planning.
He's not getting any rest,
and neither am I.
Oh! They're doing it again!
They're hacking us right now.
Look, look, see...
- The screen's. - Completely locked up.
- Can you trace where. - It's coming from?
Not exactly. But I might be able
to find out who's on right now.
Okay, I'm reversing the signal.
And gotcha, bitch!
- Sorry. - He's hacking us through.
A protected server
that's hosting a Web site
honoring Carl Huntz.
- A Huntz site... - Why didn't we look into this?
There's over 3,000 of them.
Okay, the site is registered
to a George McCalister.
Running background.
He used to install computers
for the city of Newark.
Got a government
photo I.D.
- There's a pre-service. - Memorial rally for Huntz in.
Bergen County in an hour.
I doubt our friend
would miss that party.
There is a line of freedom
that each and every one of us
draws in the sand.
And our Federal... I'm sorry,
imperialist... government crosses
that line each and every day.
Look at the statistics, people.
- You'll know what. - I'm talking about.
We are here to honor a man
who fought for our rights
as individuals
each and every day
of his life.
Mr. Carl Huntz is that man!
(crowd clamoring)
He fought for our rights!
Let's take back our land!
It's our land, not their land!
Stand up and say, "Enough."
Mr. Carl Huntz, patriot,
teacher, prophet.
He only not wrote The Anarchist.
Diary, he has the guts...
That's right!
The government officials.
"Don't publish that book,"
- they told him, - "It's too controversial."
- But he looked those people. - In the eye,
And you know what he said?
"The hell with you!"
- And when they told him, "We're." - Gonna hold you responsible.
"For the revolt..."
No shame in
feelin' her, man.
Julianne got the naughty
librarian thing goin' on.
- LLOYD: Step the back off. - You probably.
Don't even know what a librarian
looks like, right?
LLOYD:
Erica? Erica!
Oh, damn!
White girl's fast.
(grunts)
(handcuffs clicking)
Nice hit.
CHARLIE:
So where's Beaumont?
I don't have
to talk to you.
You're just a cog in
the outlaw government's wheel.
He's a cog.
I'm not even a cop.
That's why I punched your friend
in the face this morning.
I can do things like that.
It's a perk.
When's the last time you
unzippered a man's fly?
Other than my own?
That would be never.
Me, too.
But I'm not above
- fishin' for whatever. - Crud-infested junk.
You got down there.
We're gonna have
a weenie roast.
We know your type.
Only tough when there's
a computer to hide behind.
(opens zipper)
(gasps)
Hand me that, Charlie.
He's got a bunker
- in Willard's Woods. - By some hay bales.
It's off 91 near Crandon Lakes.
Hey.
What? I'm already getting sued.
Here you go.
Lars Lowery's number.
- 614? That doesn't sound. - Like Holland.
Columbus, Ohio.
You know, psychologists talk
about confirmation bias...
You tell yourself a lie,
and then you ignore
all of the facts
that contradict it.
I've been doing that
for 30 years.
I mean, know that
every single thing
my mother tells me
about this man is
a fabrication,
but I confirm what
I know to be false
by clinging to every piece
of plausibility presented
by someone trying
to protect me.
And it's so pathetic
not wanting to know the truth.
SHEA: Hey, Professor, Charlie
and Ray are downstairs.
We gotta move. Let's go.
But you know what?
Today, I'm gonna do it.
So thank you,
Julianne.
CHARLIE:
Don't see any power lines.
Get the flashlights.
LLOYD: So, are we just
gonna walk around forever?
Shut up, Lloyd.
- That's a pretty big. - Pile of leaves.
- (whispers): - Ray...
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!
Come on, man!
(yelling)
Okay, okay,
come on.
- Come on, Lloyd. - Put your back into it.
You put your back
into it!
Okay, one, two...
(grunts)
(engine starts)
SHEA:
Sit back down, Gomer.
(twig snaps)
(gunfire continues)
(rapid beeping)
- Okay, careful, Lloyd. - Yeah.
(hissing)
Charlie, I think
the gunfire stopped.
Then go.
Good luck, you guys.
(Lloyd whimpers)
You done this before?
I saw it on a movie once.
What movie?
Spaceballs.
Oh, that's funny.
You get him?
Crafty-ass redneck got away.
Okay, someone should drive up
to the bunker just in case
they have to get
out of there fast.
- I drive away from bombs, - not toward 'em.
- That's a sound policy. - Yeah.
A'ight, fine, fine.
I'll do it.
You got a kid.
LLOYD: Yeah, and I'd like to
have kids, so you, you do it.
And when this freezes,
it should buy us
- a little bit more time when we. - Move your foot, all right?
All right.
Okay, it's blinking slower.
Should be working.
Let's go!
You ready?
(slow, intermittent beeping)
Now!
- CHARLIE: - Punch it! Go! Go! Go!
- Looked like that was a whole. - Lot of mess about nothing.
Absolutely...
ZANCANELLI:
You were sayin'?
JULIANNE: Ugh, I've been
looking all night.
- With only a partial blueprint, - I'm not going to be.
- Able to find a match. - For this building.
Another copy of his
favorite book.
Fertilizer research and
anti-government pamphlets.
Pictures of his mother,
letters to his mother...
Okay, find out everything
you can about this woman,
- and we'll know what. - Beaumont's next target is.
CHARLIE:
Spell it out, Lloyd?
Look...
- this book's. - His bible, right?
- Then he goes and he. - Puts a makeshift pocket.
- In the back, - where he can hold.
Photos of him and Mommy
covering his whole life.
- He's got birthday cards. - In here, graduation cards...
This thing is a shrine
to his mother.
- Carol Beaumont worked. - As a secretary.
At the Fish and.
Wildlife Service.
Fired one month after.
Beaumont went to prison,
- no employment record. - After that.
Six months later,
died of a heart attack.
Yahtzee.
- Okay, look, this woman. - Sees her only son arrested,
Prosecuted and then convicted
by the Federal government.
- And then the Feds, because. - They can't have the mother.
Of a militia folk hero working
in one of their offices,
even as a secretary,
they can her ass.
So the stress of losing her son,
her job, her livelihood...
It builds up.
You can draw a straight line
from emotional distress
to cardiovascular risk.
- She kicks the bucket. - And then Beaumont,
- Who's too much of a coward to. - Take the blame himself...
- Blames the. - Government.
Yeah.
- Fish and Wildlife office. - Is in downtown Newark.
Make the call, Jules.
- Have them evacuate the. - Building immediately.
OFFICER:
All right! Let's go!
(siren wailing,
(indistinct voice on megaphone)
CHARLIE:
Excuse me. Pardon me.
Banks from bomb squad said
the building's been evacuated.
No signs of Beaumont.
- He wouldn't have gotten. - What he wanted anyway.
No parking garage, barricades...
- Federal buildings are designed. - To withstand an attack.
We were wrong.
- I'm not wrong. - No, he's going to pay tribute.
- To his hero Huntz today, - and he's going to do it.
- By avenging his mother. - I'm telling you.
- Hey, now I'm not saying I once. - Stole from a rival banger.
By sawing through the wall
in the apartment next to him,
but sometimes, you gotta
take the side route.
Top of that building looks
a hell of a lot like
- the blueprint that. - Lloyd tore down.
Underground parking,
no barricades.
- He hits a building that big, - he doesn't only take out.
The Fed building, he takes out
- the whole block. - It's 9:00 a.m.
We can't evacuate all
these people in time.
We got to find that bomb.
Banks!
That's the building.
- That's it. - Look for anything big enough.
- To hold fertilizer in it... - A camper,
A van... a truck that has.
- LaFontaine Feed on. - The side of it... let's go!
You guys earned your
combat pay today. Stay here.
OFFICER (over radio):
A-4 level is clear! Moving up!
B-4 level is clear!
Moving up.
We've got movement
in the south stairwell.
- ZANCANELLI (over radio): - Charlie, he's headed down.
The south stairwell.
That's by you.
- CHARLIE: - Stop!
Stop!
Where's the bomb?
- I refuse to recognize. - The authority.
Of the United States government
- or any employee. - Therein.
- Where's the bomb, - Beaumont?
I refuse to recognize
- the authority of. - The United States.
Government, or any
employee therein!
Tell me.
I said tell me.
- You don't mind dying, - that's fine, but your father...
I'm going to take him into
the woods and I'm going to
- hurt him real bad. - Before I kill him.
- And that'll be both. - Your parents' deaths.
You have on your hands.
My father would be proud
to die for the cause.
I'm never going to tell
you where the bomb is.
(panting)
So what are you going to do?
- You going to stay. - With me here?
You going to
die with me? Boy?
(cell phone ringing)
BANKS:
This is the Bomb Squad.
- We found the truck. - Bomb's set to blow in an hour.
Should take
40 minutes to defuse.
Evacuate, now.
All right, grab the son of
a bitch. Come on, let's go.
Charlie, let's go.
ZANCANELLI: Charlie.
You came after my wife.
Come on, Charlie, this is not
you! This is not what you do.
You know nothing
about me, Ray.
We got your bomb, boy.
So now you're not going to
die for the cause anymore.
But you are going to die
- for messing with. - The wrong man's wife.
- ZANCANELLI: - Charlie, come on. - Put the gun down.
You ready to see
your dome split?
One...
- Charlie. - Two...
Charlie, come on.
Put the gun down!
Please.
Charlie!
Charlie,
put the gun down!
(Charlie roars)
(sighs)
(keypad beeping)
(line ringing)
- MAN: - Hello? - Hi.
(clears throat)
Um...
Is this Lars Lowery?
Speaking.
Who is this?
Look, I want you
to listen to me.
This job can
be stressful.
One day, you will break down,
if you don't find the balance.
Like you did?
When you lost your
marriage, and badge?
'Cause I never
found the balance.
Go home to your wife.
- I'll take care. - Of the cons.
Hey, uh...
(clears throat)
Ray wants everyone to
go downstairs with him.
Did you talk
to your father?
Number didn't work.
Oh. Well, uh, my bad.
(clears throat)
Though I have heard
that there is a large
Dutch population
in Columbus.
So...
- even if he had lived. - There at some point,
It does confirm
your mother's story.
Yeah, you know, I think
I heard that, too.
Actually, I think
I read it in the Times.
Well, I'm kind of spent, so I'm
not going to go down to Turro's.
Okay.
- But I'll probably. - See you soon.
Take care, Lloyd.
ZANCANELLI:
Here's the deal.
- Maybelle thinks you're. - On your way back.
Anyone asks, traffic was
a bitch. Eat up, animals.
Wow, pizza.
- After we just saved your ass. - From getting blown up.
What do I got to do
to get a steak, give you CPR?
Then don't eat it, then.
That's not why I did this.
I know prison food sucks.
- How 'bout a beer. - To wash it down?
That's a good idea.
- Big guy, one beer, - three waters.
Oh, that's cold, man.
Try to be a nice guy and
you get your hump busted.
Is it, is it that hard
to say thank you?
- Where I come from, - you don't get thank-yous.
For doing your job.
Good work today.
Good work.
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