""Where were you when...?"" "It's the question we ask each other when a moment comes along that's so powerful, so utterly huge, that everyone everywhere feels the same thing." "Whether we're consumed with fear..." "President Kennedy died or grief or elation..." "NEIL ARMSTRONG:" "That's one small step for man, one giant leap we're doing it together." "And for someone like me-- someone uniquely sensitive-- all that emotion floating around out there can be a powerful thing." "I was way too young to understand Watergate, but even so, I was so filled with emotions that made no sense to me," "I had to stay home from preschool for two weeks after the president resigned." "You wouldn't think a three-year-old could even be depressed, but there I was, too disheartened to even move." "On the other hand, when the Berlin Wall finally came down," "I didn't come down for a month." "And that's the way it's been my whole life." "Whatever the world is feeling, it crashes over me like a tidal wave." "I just have to ride it out." "But part of me has always wondered, what if something happened that was so big, so awful that it caused a surge of collective emotion that I just couldn't handle?" "Would I shut down completely?" "Would I go crazy?" "Hey, Allison, you all right?" "Yeah, I just had a bad dream." "Anything important?" "Just the end of the world." "Is there anyone we should call?" "No, there's no one I can think of." "Then, come on." "Let's go back to sleep." "That's a good idea." "♪ Medium 7x06 ♪ Where Were You When ...?" "Original Air Date on October 29, 2010" "Seismologists are saying that last night's earthquake registered a 4.9 on the Richter scale." "It is the third quake to strike Central Arizona in the past week." "4.9, huh?" "Is that big?" "Mm." "Yeah, that's big." "That's, uh, big enough to be on the news." "What a rip-off." "I didn't feel anything." "Hey, we got to get moving." "You guys got to get to school, and I got a place I got to be." "I don't know about that." "Maybe we should stay home from school." "I mean, what if there's another quake?" "Wouldn't you rather have us here?" "Come on, Bridgette." "You're going to scare your sister." "Wait." "Bridgette." "Look at your... your nails." "When's the last time you washed your hands?" "While many historians will no doubt claim the decision of Americans to create a dual-chambered legislature... known as a what, class?" "Mom, you okay?" "Yeah, baby." "I'm fine." "Just wash your hands." "My nails are clean, Mommy." "Yeah, I'm sure they are, baby." "Mwah!" "All right, children." "Time to clean up and put everything away." "Marie, honey, do you have your art class today?" "No, not today." "Okay." "Here." "Go put this in your backpack." "As soon as we load these dishes, we're out of here." "There she is." "You feel that quake last night?" "Yeah, no, I just slept right through it." "How about you?" "No." "Lynn and I were sleeping like babies." "The baby, on the other hand... that kid's got a set of lungs on her." "Anyway, we got quite an interesting John Doe here." "I was hoping you might be able to lend a hand." "Uh-huh." "Actually, I'd settle for a torso, a head, anything you can give me to help identify the owner of this thing." "Morgue humor." "That's nice." "Homeless guy found it while he was Dumpster-diving last night." "It was all wrapped up in bubble wrap." "M.E. says the hand's from a male." "Thinks it was chopped off five or six days ago." "Other than that, we don't have much." "Fingerprints don't match anything in the system." "Neither does the DNA." "Is that a burn?" "Where?" "There." "You mean this?" "Allison?" "Hello?" "Is that what you're talking about?" "You mean.." "you mean this?" "No, no, no." "This." "This, uh..." "that looks like a burn." "That's a birthmark." "I already checked with, uh, Missing Persons." "No one's filed a report about anybody with a mark like that on their hand." "You okay?" "Yeah... no." "What time do you have?" "10:10." "Why?" "Anything else?" "Uh, I'm sorry that I didn't have anything to... to offer you on the hand." "Well, something will turn up." "Like maybe the rest of him." "Hey, Joe." "Hi." "Saw you pull up." "You got a second?" "Yes." "Russ, absolutely." "What's going on?" "Oh, it's Mrs. Halstead's old house." "Ever since the bank put it into foreclosure, the lawn's turned into Jurassic Park, and... and now I guess some kids have figured out the place is empty." "Yeah." "I-I saw some graffiti there last week." "Uh, it was gone right away, so I guess the bank painted it over." "No, no, no." "That was me." "I've painted it twice now." "Came out to get the paper this morning, and there it is again." "You know Judy and I put our place up on the market, right?" "Every time a potential buyer drives by, they take one look at that eyesore, and they run the other way." "It's killing my property value." "It's killing all of our property values." "That's why I'm going around asking everybody just to keep a lookout for these idiots." "Yeah, absolutely." "I appreciate that." "I mean, maybe one of us will catch these punks in the act and get them arrested." "'Cause I swear I'm about ready to camp on the front lawn with a flashlight and a baseball bat." "All right." "You have a good night, neighbor." "Okay." "Hey." "I'm back here." "Sorry, honey." "Dinner's going to be a little late." "Oh, okay." "Um... whoa." "What's going on here?" "I'm just trying to get these anchors into these pictures." "I don't want them to fall off the wall if there's an earthquake." "Hey, listen, I need you to help me strap some of the tall furniture to the wall when I'm done with this." "Al, we earthquake-proofed the house a couple years ago." "Yeah, I know, but you can't be too prepared." "Besides, I've been seeing weird things all day." "Every time I touch someone," "I see where they are at 9:18 in the morning." "I mean, I don't know which morning, but it always ends with shaking." "Hmm." "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?" "I'm helping you out." "Okay, so... how does this work again?" "You touch people, and that's when you see this?" "Yeah." "Oh." "So touch me." "It'll give you another clue, right?" "Who knows?" "Maybe you'll figure out what day this is actually happening." "Then we can have a deadline for strapping all the bookshelves to the wall." "What?" "I just saw you spray-painting graffiti on that... on that foreclosed house across the street." "Mrs. Halstead's place?" "That's nuts." "Yeah, I know." "Okay, well, good." "All right, well, come on." "We can stop working now." "We got to figure out what's going on for dinner." "Really?" "Yes, really." "Because whatever it is you're seeing, it has no basis in reality." "'Cause the one thing I can promise you is that I'm never going to spray-paint graffiti on the neighbor's house." "Not at 9:18 in the morning, not at 9:18 at night." "Not today, not any day, now and for the rest of time." "You're sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "Sorry for the hassle, sir." "We got a federal presence in the building, and you can't be too careful these days." "Not a problem." "I have an appointment with Rob Walcott." "Walcott Construction." "There you are." "You know where you're going?" "Yep." "♪ ♪" "Rob Walcott." "Walcott Construction." "Well, thanks for seeing us on such short notice, Mr., uh, Walcott." "It's not a problem." "It's not every day that a police detective and a representative from the DA's office ask to see me." "So what can I do for you, folks?" "Now, my colleague and I are looking for somebody who we think was involved in a serious accident." "Now, we have reason to believe that he came to this building to visit you." "Hmm?" "We don't have his name, but we do have a detailed description." "Oh... this looks like a fellow named Gavin Finch." "Gavin Finch?" "He-he's a client of yours or..." "?" "No, no, more like a colleague." "Gavin is a city building inspector." "My company will get a contract to build a building, and Gavin will come by the construction site and make sure everything is up to code." "He's a good guy; very thorough." "What kind of accident was he in?" "Is he okay?" "Well, that's what we're trying to figure out." "When was the last time you saw Mr. Finch?" "Well, actually, the last project we worked on together was when my company put up this building." "Gavin did all the inspection for 414, Wright and all the follow-ups as well." "The last one was probably" "I don't know-- week, week-and-a-half ago." "My secretary has all his contact information." "You're welcome to it if you think that'll help." "Yeah, that'd be great." "All, well, good." "Swing by her desk on your way out." "She can also validate your parking." "Is there anything else I can help you with?" "Oh, actually, I'd love to ask you a question, Mr. Walcott." "I know this might sound strange, but can you think of any reason why Gavin Finch might want to take a sledgehammer to this building?" "Excuse me?" "To the parking garage." "Can you think of why he would take a sledgehammer and start banging the wall of the parking garage?" "A sledgehammer?" "No, I don't think so." "He did inspections, not demolition." "Anything else?" "No." "That's great." "Thanks for your time." "Thank you." "Not a problem." "Oh." "Thanks." "Can you speed it up?" "I'm in a hurry here." "You'll be on your way in a moment, sir." "Hey, I think I see something under here." "Sir, would you release the trunk, please?" "You can go on ahead, ma'am." "There's no charge with validation." "Ma'am?" "And you have no idea when this man intends to blow up 414 Wright?" "Well, not the day, only that it happens at 9:18 in the morning." "Could a car bomb really cause an explosion that would be felt all over the city?" "If you pack enough C-4 into the trunk?" "Maybe." "It's also possible the car bomb's just the first explosion." "If the garage was lined with secondary charges, you'd definitely feel it everywhere, especially if the building came down." "Any sense of what kind of car this man was driving?" "I only saw his face." "All right." "Well, then, let's first generate a sketch of the man you saw driving the car and make sure that both the police and the folks in charge of security at that building have it." "You know, the Department of Commerce occupies several floors over there." "Odds are, they're the target." "I'm going to notify my colleagues on the federal side and make them aware that there is a credible threat against 414 Wright." "Uh, is there something else?" "Well, sir, if it... if it's all right with you, I-I'd like to touch you." "I beg your pardon?" "I would like to see where you are at 9:18 when this all happens." "If I could see where you are, what you're doing when the bomb goes off, it might give me another piece of the puzzle." "Okay, so, how does this work?" "Give me your hand." "So?" "So you were looking at a newspaper." "It's going to be a bad day on Wall Street." "Hey." "That's my blanket, too." "Okay." "Sorry." "I can't..." "I can't sleep." "I'll go out on the couch." "Hey, hold on." "Hold on, hold on." "What's going on?" "You still thinking about that bomb?" "Look, look, I know." "You don't think that you'll ever do graffiti on that house across the street." "You think that this is all crazy?" "But you're not inside my head." "You didn't see that bomb go off." "Okay, Al." "Come on." "Hey, what if 414 Wright Street isn't the only target?" "What if there's bombs all over the city?" "What if it's a dirty bomb?" "Look, I'm really starting to think maybe we should just pack the girls up and take them to go visit Ariel at school." "Wait, Allison." "You're not making any sense." "We still don't know what day this bomb is going to go off or even if it's going to go off." "And leaving our jobs aside, do you really think Ariel's gonna welcome an open-ended stay from her mom, dad and two sisters?" "Well, we can go someplace else." "How about this?" "The minute that I start thinking about vandalizing that house, I'll call you." "We'll get of the first plane out of town." "You promise?" "Scout's honor." "Now, what do you say we get a little sleep?" "Come on." "I promise." "Come on." "There you go." "You take all the covers." "Okay." "Ah." "Okay." "Did you hear that?" "That sounded like the front door." "Somebody unlocked it." "Hey." "Is that Marie?" "What?" "Hey!" "Hey, Marie." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Marie, put that can down." "What are you doing?" "Hey!" "Didn't you hear me?" "Put that can down." "Hey." "Mommy?" "Daddy?" "What are we doing out here?" "You don't remember?" "Okay." "I finally got her back to sleep." "I put her in our bed." "Hope that's okay." "Yeah, that's fine." "I mean, I just don't get it." "Is it even possible that Marie could get spray paint out of our garage and vandalize a house, all the while being fast asleep?" "I don't know." "This article says sleepwalkers do some pretty wild stuff." "But how do we make it stop?" "It says kids usually grow out of it." "I'm just not sure we can wait for that." "There are some medications." "This guy put an alarm on his kids' doors." "Aah..." "I don't have an answer, Allison." "I guess I'll start by painting over Marie's masterpiece tomorrow." "Hey." "Paint." "Not spray." "I'll use a brush." "I'll make sure not to do it anywhere near 9:18 in the morning." "Thank you." "Now let's join our little Picasso in bed, before she makes a break for it and starts to decorate our house." "Not bad." "If we keep going like this, in three weeks, we should have all of him." "Just kidding." "The rest of him's probably already in a landfill somewhere." "We only beat the trash pickup outside that bar you dreamed about by maybe an hour." "Well, I just don't get it." "Why chop him into pieces and throw him in a bunch of different Dumpsters?" "It's actually pretty common." "A bunch of small packages are a lot less likely to be noticed than one really big one." "We see it with organized crime murders all the time." "Yeah, but Gavin Finch is a building inspector." "You really think he was mixing with career criminals?" "I don't know, maybe he had a gambling problem." "Maybe the guy who killed him just watched a lot of mob movies." "At least we know for sure we're dealing with a homicide now, thanks to your heads up." "Damn it." "New mug." "Lynn gave it to me a few days ago." "I can't get this lid screwed on right." "Oh, my God, Lee." "It's today." "It's happening today." "Excuse me?" "When I touched your hand the other day, you were trying to get that coffee stain out of your shirt when the bomb went off." "It's happening now." "We have less than 20 minutes." "We're coming to you live from the 400 block of Wright Street, where police have pulled a car over in an apparent response to a bomb threat." "We have no word yet as to the identity of the car's driver, but as you can see, the authorities seem to be taking this threat very seriously." "Additionally, we've been told they're in the process of evacuating all the buildings in the area." "According to the bomb squad, this gentleman matched your drawing perfectly, and he was about to pull into the garage at 9:14." "They know to look in the trunk?" "They know to look in the trunk." "It appears that the bomb squad is approaching the vehicle." "The, uh, buildings around us are still being evacuated, so they must believe there's an imminent threat of explosion here." "I don't have verification for you yet, but it would appear that the bomb squad officer on the scene is giving the all clear." "What?" "The police have just removed what appears to be a child's toy from the trunk of the vehicle." "And we do now have a confirmation on that all clear." "So it seems either they got the wrong man or the wrong car or maybe, just maybe, this whole thing has been one big hoax." "I don't understand." "It was supposed to be this morning." "It looked like the guy that I had them pull over, the police pull over?" "He's not a terrorist, he's an accountant." "He works for Walcott Construction." "He picks up all the paperwork from their building sites and brings them back to the main office every morning." "And you want to know what was in the trunk of his car?" "It was a toy." "It was a birthday present that he'd bought for his niece." "Well, so you made a mistake." "A mistake that, I grant you, cost a lot of people a significant portion of their day." "But what else were you supposed to do?" "You thought a bomb was going to go off." "You missed a spot on your elbow." "You know, I spent two hours painting over all that graffiti." "That guy Russ stopped to thank me for being such a good neighbor." "I didn't have the heart to tell him" "I was cleaning up after my own kid." "Mommy, Daddy." "Is it okay if Lemon goes to bed with us tonight?" "Well, sure, baby, that's okay." "Let's ask Daddy." "Yep." "Lemon's bed is our bed." "Just no field trips out in the street in the middle of the night, okay?" "♪ ♪" "Morning, Bridge." "Mommy still asleep?" "No, she had to go into work early, so I'm taking you guys to school today." "Did Marie sleepwalk again?" "No, she slept like a baby." "She's still sleeping like a baby, actually." "What's this on your hands?" "Wow." "That wasn't there when I went to bed last night." "It's all over you." "You're covered in paint." "I didn't do that." "Bridge, look at yourself." "You're covered in red paint." "The house is covered in red paint." "Well, if I did do it, I didn't realize I was doing it." "So I can't get in trouble." "Right?" "What if I caught what Marie has?" "It's not a virus." "You can't catch the sleepwalking bug." "Are you sure about that?" "I mean, look at me." "How am I supposed to get this stuff off before school starts?" "I'm sorry." "You want to know where I was the night that Gavin Finch disappeared?" "We're just following up on a tip, Mr. Walcott." "The sooner we can rule you out, the sooner we can be on our way." "A tip?" "Did the person who gave you this tip happen to mention why I might want to murder a man I barely knew?" "All right." "Oh, fine, fine, fine." "What night did you say he disappeared?" "No one's seen him or heard from him since last Wednesday." "All right." "This is crazy." "Oh, I didn't have any appointments that night." "I must have been at home." "Can anybody confirm that?" "No." "I live alone." "Look..." "I know you people have a job to do, and I will cooperate however you want me to." "You want to search my house, my office, my car." "Whatever moves us past this." "I believe we'll take you up on that." "Good." "Fine." "Have at it." "Oh." "We just got the reports back from the east side construction sites, Mr. Walcott, and everyone's waiting for you in the staff meeting." "All right." "You don't need me here while you dig through my stuff, do you?" "No." "All right, I'll be down the hall." "These people are going to be working in my office for a little while." "Oh." "Oh, for God's sake." "I'm so sorry, sir." "Here, let me give you a hand." "What was that?" "Oh, my God, it's still gonna happen." "What's still gonna happen?" "What are you..." "What are you talking about?" "What are you doing?" "What the hell's the matter with you?" "You're counting the minutes, aren't you?" "The seconds." "Go to sleep, honey." "I'm not stopping you from sleeping." "You realize this is absurd behavior, right?" "Spending every moment of the day and now every moment of the night, waiting for 9:18 in the morning, to see if it's going to be the morning?" "You want to know what's absurd behavior?" "Is letting people go in and out of that building all day." "Letting people go to work there, when I know someone's planning on blowing that place to smithereens." "Now, that is absurd." "And don't lecture to me about absurd." "I have that channel playing in my head all the time." "Allison, you've done everything that you can." "You've told your boss what you saw." "They're beefing up security at the building." "I mean, what do you want them to do?" "Shut it down, forbid anyone from being anywhere near there." "They're not gonna do that." "So what do you want to do?" "Just not sleep?" "Oh, that'll show them." "Shh." "It's okay." "What do you want to do about these two?" "I think it's pretty obvious we're not dealing with garden variety sleepwalking here." "I mean, what?" "Are we gonna share our bed with them for the rest of our lives?" "I don't know, Joe." "How do you want to deal with them?" "For that matter, how do you want to deal with me?" "Same to you." "Look at these, Mr. Walcott." "Take a good, long look." "You like that one?" "I think that one's my favorite." "Yesterday, I came by with a sledgehammer." "That's what I found inside the wall." "That's what's supporting this building." "Nothing." "I don't know how I let you talk me into this." "I don't know why I ever listened to you." "You listened to me, Gavin, 'cause you wanted to make money, just like I did." "No!" "You lied to me." "You said you wanted to cut a few corners." "This isn't cutting corners." "This is suicide." "Gavin..." "You subbed 2000 p.s.i. concrete for the 4000 that was required." "You spaced the reinforced bars 24 inches apart when the plans clearly called for 12." "You used the cheapest steel you could find..." "You think I'm stupid?" "You think I'd put my own offices in a building if I didn't think it was safe?" "It doesn't matter if you think it's safe!" "You're an arrogant man, Mr. Walcott, and I think you thought you could build your building any way you'd like, and you know what?" "In a city like Chicago or New York or Boston, you'd probably be right." "But this is Phoenix." "There are active fault lines all over the state." "So you're sure that this building wouldn't make it in a quake?" "You're positive?" "The last time I was here was after that quake in Sedona." "I saw hairline cracks forming in the parking garage." "Now, given all the seismic activity in this area, it's not a matter of if this building comes down." "It's a matter of when." "Look, Mr. Walcott, we have to come forward." "We have to tell the authorities what we've done before we cause the deaths of everyone who works in this building." "I don't know." "Maybe if we're lucky, maybe if we tell them everything we know, the-the... we won't get jail time." "Well, coming forward is one option." "But it's not the only one." "You know, the federal government has office space in this building?" "The Commerce Department leases the entire fifth floor." "Okay, so?" "So..." "Well, I don't know if you're keeping up on your current events, Gavin, but there's a lot of people out there who are not too pleased with the federal government these days." "Now, what if some madman got ahold of some explosive, put it into the trunk of a car and set it off in our parking garage?" "Huh?" "What if somebody like that destroyed our building... and not some earthquake?" "I don't know how anybody could blame us for that, do you?" "I'm a contractor, Gavin." "I have access to all kinds of explosives." "It would only take me a couple of days to get us whatever we needed." "What do you mean "us"?" "Well, you helped make this mess;" "I think it's only fair that you help clean it up." "Look, all we need to do is stuff a bunch of C-4 into a car, park it downstairs and detonate it by cell phone." "Problem solved, right?" "I think I made a mistake." "I..." "I don't think I should've come here." "Joseph Dubois!" "Is that you?" "Oh, hi, Mrs. Halstead!" "Hello." "Mmm." "Hi." "Ooh." "Yeah, we've been having a graffiti problem" "Mm-hmm." "since you left, and..." "I don't know, I just got tired of looking at it." "Well, that's very nice of you." "I'm sure my friends at the bank will be very grateful." "Yeah, Allison and I were so sorry" "Oh..." "to hear about what happened." "Oh, well, it's happening to a lot of people." "My husband, when he refinanced, he didn't expect the rates to go up as much as they did." "He also didn't expect to die." "Well, I was just coming to pick up a few things out back in the shed." "Do you want me to come back later?" "No, no, that's all right." "I can see how hard you're working." "Well..." "I almost wish that you hadn't done it." "The bank has already had to postpone two walk-throughs because of this mess, and if I could get them to delay just a few more days," "I'd be able to buy the place back myself." "You're kidding." "No." "So all this... this graffiti's not necessarily a bad thing?" "Well, I don't think that the vandals put it there to help me." "But like I said, two more days," "I could buy the place back." "And you're telling us that Rob Walcott, the same man who built 414 Wright is gonna blow up 414 Wright?" "Kill hundreds of people just to cover up a few code violations?" "It's not just a few code violations." "Finch said that the building was unstable." "He said even a small quake could bring it down." "Look, when I touched Walcott the other day," "I saw him sitting in this outdoor cafe, like, a block from his building." "It was 9:18, and he was punching these numbers into his cell phone, and I thought at the time he was just making a call, but now I think he was actually triggering a bomb." "The same bomb that we didn't find in the trunk of that car the other day?" "Okay, let's say you're right, let's say Walcott was planning on blowing up his own building." "Do you think he'd go through with it after everything that happened?" "Well, he has to;" "he has no choice." "He knows that if we figure out what he's doing, he's going to jail." "So in other words, we're right back where we started-- we know that someone's planning on taking hundreds of lives at 414 Wright, we just don't know when." "But it doesn't matter when, not anymore." "All we have to do is prove 414 Wright is unsafe." "After that, Walcott will have no reason to destroy it." "I'll call the City Inspector's Office and request an emergency inspection right away." "Manny, maybe hold on a second." "When you touched him the other day, you said that you saw what I was doing when the bomb went off." "I had a coffee stain on my shirt, right?" "Well, there's something wrong with the lid on that mug that Lynn gave me." "I spilled my coffee again..." "right before" "I got here." "Allison?" "It's today, sir-- he's gonna blow it up today." "555-0132-- that's your number, isn't it, Mr. Walcott?" "I beg your pardon?" "That's the number that keeps popping up on this phone's caller I.D.-- it's yours." "Do you believe that less than 30 minutes ago, this phone was connected to a powerful bomb in the trunk of that car you just watched drive by?" "What car?" "What bomb?" "What are... what are you talking about?" "I'm talking about that sedan, the one that's driven by your accountant, the one who works in your office." "You heard about his little adventure, didn't you?" "Come on, how could you not have?" "The bomb squad pulled him over, told him they had reason to believe that his trunk was full of C-4." "So, two days ago, they pulled him over." "They opened his trunk-- it's empty." "This morning they looked again, and it's not." "I got to say, Mr. Walcott, it's pretty bold of you to plant the bomb there anyway." "But seeing as your accountant's car is a company car," "I'm guessing it's one of the only ones that you had access to." "I guess you got a set of keys for it and everything." "This is some kind of joke, right?" "I mean, you don't seriously believe" "I'd try to blow up my own building, do you?" "I built 414 Wright." "I have offices in there, people I care about." "Like Gavin Finch?" "We know you murdered him;" "we just can't prove it." "The good news is, I don't think we're gonna have to." "Once we pull your cell phone records, and we connect you to this phone," "I think you'll be going to prison for the rest of your life anyway." "Hey, does that say "J hearts A"?" "Is that what that says?" "Huh." "I have no idea who would've done that." "You liar." "Give me a kiss." "What if I don't?" "Well, then I might call the cops, you little vandal." "I hate this." "I hate the way you use me." "Oh, shut up and kiss." "♪ ♪" "Mmm." "Mmm." "That was pretty good." "I think you're safe for now." "Well, thank goodness, 'cause I'm all out of clean underwear, and I hate the idea of going to the Big House with dirty shorts." "I hate what it says about you." "You are ever so romantic, Joe Dubois."