"Numb3rs S03E20--- "BURN RATE"" "You're going to be late." "Bye." "No." "Bye." "'Morning." "Hi, Amy." "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." "(phone rings) 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." "JESSICA:" "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 an EMT." "Besides my ATF team, a Bomb Squad and a Postal Investigator are on-site." "Well, where's the FBI?" "DON:" "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's a good agent, huh?" "So, what are we looking at here?" "High explosive, uh, shaped charge would be my best be." "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, brissance, 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 n 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." "?" "CATHERINE:" "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 goodbye." "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." "JESSICA:" "DNA Bomber case, three years ago." "A series of letter-bombs were sent to biotechnology labs." "All right, 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." "And he's serving a life sentence." "And what's the deal, he was trying to sue Walton?" "No, that was Emmett Glaser." "ormer 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." "(knocking) 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?" "(chuckling):" "Yeah." "She and my dad made a bet that they couldn't go a month without purchasing a new consumer item." "Hey, we couldn't just list this under "items necessary for survival"?" "Now, now, Millie, the bet was your idea." "You know what?" "Don't forget," "I approve your research funding." "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." "JESSICA:" "All from the DNA Bomber attacks three years ago." "CHARLIE:" "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." "(phone ringing) Yeah, well, your case fell apart." "You know, I'm not making the same mistake." "DON:" "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." "LIZ:" "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 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 photo of victim number two, Leonard Tobin." "Looks like you made the wall of shame, as well." "Take a look at this." "Look familiar?" "Bomb components." "I think I've seen this before." "And looks like we've got our guy." "?" "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." "Okay." "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." "CORRECTIONS OFFICER:" "Here to see No-Knuckles, huh?" "DAVID:" ""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." "(keys jangle in lock) 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." "Come on, 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." "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 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." "vacuated the courthouse." "Where's it at?" "The robot's got it." "Guys." "Jessica." "Hey." "he 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 roadma" "HAZLETT (on mic):" "Eddie, you went to school on the diagram." "Detonate." "Roger that." "Robot's in firing position." "Load the saline charge." "Locked and loaded, boss." "Light it up." "HAZLETT:" "Well, looking good." "That's it." "Fire in the hole!" "Start the bag and tag." "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." "LIZ:" "During the evacuation, someone entered that courthous 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 st got a hell of a lot longer." "There's no way we can protect all of them." "All right, I'll check on 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, no." "Did we trace it?" "Glaser logged on from several" "Internet cafe 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." "(tapping on glass) COLBY:" "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." "MALLOY:" "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." "(knocks) 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 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." "DON:" ""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." "BASKETBALL ANNOUNCER:" "Five seconds." "Come on!" "This could be it." "Damn it." "Hendricks at the three-point line, he puts up a shot." "Oh... (whimpers) 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." "He, he wants to end biotech research." "So..." "You know, strong opinions do 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?" "All right." "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 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." "MALLOY:" "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." "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." "DAVID:" "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 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." "DON:" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "And the bomb was sent to that judge, too." "Okay, so, so the bomber's killing people that he holds responsible for Glaser escaping justice." "DON:" "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? 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." "Mm-hmm." "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 se 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." "COLBY:" "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." "LIZ:" "I mean, 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? Down on your knees." "Let's go." "Put your hands behind your head." "DAVID:" "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. but David and Colby think he's chosen his next victim." "Fuse is already lit." "Well, we've identified the potential targets." "Yeah, 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." "DON:" "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." "DON:" "All right, Jess, how you doing there?" "I was doing fine, till I got a look at your rescue team." "DON:" "Uh, 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." "CHARLIE:" "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." "CHARLIE:" "Just did that." "DON:" "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 needyou 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." "DON:" "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." "MILLIE:" "Ooh!" "Hey!" "You're good at that, huh?" "Ooh..." "To excess." "But not to excess, huh?" "(laughs)" "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?" "ALAN:" "We decided that anti-consumerism is too all-consuming." "So, our new credo is, uh, moderation." "All things..." "In moderation." "That's sweet." "His idea." "Mm-hmm." "DON:" "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."