"There, Salvador." "Wha-What's going on?" "Nothing." "Nothing." "Wh-Wh-Why do you ask?" "Carrie?" "Just got an e-mail." "As did a number of other people on the floor." "What e-mail?" " What are you looking at?" " No." "It's just..." "Very funny, Roe." "Yeah, very mature." "Thank you." "Could you describe your assailant, Detective?" "Greasy black hair, whiskers." "Squeaky little voice." "All right, you know what?" "I am not apologizing for yesterday." "That rat came after me!" "It did!" "He looked me in the eye!" "That rat had an intelligence." "I got this box downstairs for Lieutenant Burns?" "Yeah, here, here." "Leave it there." "I'll give it to him." "Queens Homicide." "I don't know." "You know, just, the last time Spence got in trouble, he called you, so I just thought I'd ask." "And you think, just 'cause he changed his Facebook password, he's in some kind of trouble?" "Well, it's just, I got a feeling, you know." "He's been acting really secretive lately." "Thought you guys just had a breakthrough." "That was last week." "Mike, I'm sure Spence is fine." "Maybe he just got sick of his password." "Guys." "We got a suspicious fire at a research lab in Woodside." "One victim." "Boss, hey, got a box here for you." "Some, uh, books and stuff." "It's not my stuff." "How you doing, Detectives?" "Jay Krause, Fire Marshal." "Fire was pretty much contained to this lab." "We think this is Audrey Cruz, Research Fellow." "Been at the lab about a year." "There's not much left to see." "How did you ID her?" "Right now, just key card entry, but we're gonna use dental records." "Where's your point of origin?" "Right here." "Labs had gas canisters, all kinds of flammable liquids." "You thinking some sort of incendiary device?" "It'd be premature to reach that conclusion." "Well, there's a clear blast pattern, and there's residue." "We're gonna have it tested." "Are you considering PETN?" "High brisance, burns hot, big shockwave, explains the windows." "Right, but at this point, that's all speculation." "I'm sensing a reluctance on your part to use the "B" word." "You're sensing right, Lieutenant." "If we even suggest there was a bomb involved..." "New York, post 9/11..." "I'm gonna have 48 agencies, federal and state, all over my butt." "90% of the time, it's just somebody sneaking a smoke in the wrong place." "Audrey smoke?" "I'm telling you, absent some kind of positive proof of a bomb, like a chemical test, or a detonator fragment, it's just a fire." "So, if I told you where to find a circuit board with a capacitor on it..." "Yeah, but that's a pretty big if." "It's out in the hallway, blew right through the windows." "This wasn't an accidental fire." "We're dealing with a real-life bomber." "UNFORGETTABLE S01 Ep20" " You Are Here" "If it is not Al's, then who does it belong to?" "The Natural." "Mike, it's got your name on it." "No, my copy's right by my bed, where I always keep it." "Yeah, right next to his Jose Reyes bobble head." "That's not funny." "That guy walked, okay?" "I don't know." "We could run some DNA on this razor." "Roe, you want to save us some time?" "I'm sorry, Nina." "I'm strictly an electric guy." "It's how I get the smoothness I demand." "Okay." "Sinclair Labs." "What do we know?" "Been around since the mid-nineties." "They rent space to a dozen private and public clients." "Universities, perfume manufacturers, even some defense contractors." "Anyone pop?" "Nothing so far." "Anything yet on the bomb?" "Webster's analyzing residue." "How about our victim?" "Audrey Cruz." "She was a grad student at New York Institute of Technology." "She had a grant to study the effects of water storage in plastics." "Leeching?" "Yeah, it's probably not about her work." "Anything on the personal side?" "I can tell you that Audrey wasn't supposed to be in the lab last night." "How's that?" "Well, after-hours access is only granted by special request." "Security guard said she showed up, wanted to get in for just a minute, saying she forgot something." "We know what that was?" "No, but check this." "Pulled this from the security cams in the parking lot." "It's just after she got off work." "It was a wide angle." "We blew it up a little." "Okay." "She gets this note, she leaves." "Three hours later, she comes back." "Could be she suspected something was going down." "Or she's involved with what's going down." "Well, I'm just saying, she's in the lab after hours, right?" "We got to consider the possibility." "Hang on." "Someone must have it the note." "They'd show up on the tape." "I checked it out." "A huge crowd went though around lunchtime." "Lots of heads and bodies." "Suddenly, there's the note." "I'll dump her cell, see who she called after she got it." "All right, until we learn more, no statements to the press." "It's a homicide, that's it." "Audrey was my idol." "When we came here from Cuba 30 years ago, we had dreams, and our daughter was living them." "Can you think of anyone in her life who'd want to hurt her?" "No, no one." "She was an excellent student, full scholarship." "Very serious about her work and her life." "Right." "What about friends?" "A few close ones." "I'll get you their names and numbers." "Did Audrey have any problems at Sinclair?" "What do you mean?" "She loved her work." "No." "I just thought maybe she had a run-in with a supervisor, a colleague, something like that?" "You think she did this?" "No." "My daughter is dead, Detective!" "I know, and I don't think she did anything wrong." "I just need to get as much information as I can from you so I can find who did this, OK?" "Her work was her life." "Mostly, she spent time here, home, reading, studying." "So much going on up here, she had a hard time connecting with people." "You know?" "Yeah." "Can either of you think of any reason why she went back to the lab that night?" " No." " Thank you." "S.P.I." "We even suggest there's a bomb involved..." "New York, post-9/11..." "May I?" "This is a paycheck." "I thought Audrey was only doing her grant research at the lab." "Audrey said she met someone from S.P.I. at the lab, and he offered her a job." "S.P.I. Slater-Planck, Incorporated." "Do either of you know what kind of company this is?" "She said it was easy money." "Just a side project." "You don't think that...?" "I'm-I'm sure it's, uh... nothing." "We got to fix that microwave." "CSU found Audrey's purse in the lab." "It was exposed to high heat, but not flame, so the vinyl just melted around the contents." "The note!" "That's amazing." "And... legible." "But it's only baked, not burned." "Can you recover any of it?" "Some would call this science, but I prefer the term... magic." "Tanya, I have kind of a personal favor to ask you." "I'm down with favors." "What's up?" "You have that program, right, where you put in lots of someone's information, and it helps you figure out their passwords and stuff?" "It's a random data algorithm." "It's not always perfect, but I can get close." " What's the case?" " Well, my son, Spencer, actually." "He and I have an agreement about his online accounts, and I happened to check this morning, and he had changed his Facebook password, and I can't figure it out." "You don't think maybe it's just, you know, boy stuff?" "Right, of course, and that would... that would be fine." "I mean," " not fine, fine." " Right." "But..." "It's just that..." "that, uh..." "A bunch of kids got him into something a few months ago, and," "I'm just trying to be proactive is all." "Does that make any sense?" "Totally." "I'll give it a shot." "Great." "Thanks." "I made a list of, you know, his personal stuff." "You know, movies, music, friends, stuff like that." "Okay." "Raisinets?" "Yeah, it's pretty comprehensive." "If we are lucky the chloric gas will reveal the ink in Audrey's note." "Voilà." ""S.P.I."?" "What's, what's that word?" ""Insidious..." "Stay away!"" ""We are all lab rats."" "You got something?" "I do." "A shopping list." "I'm scared to see it." ""Nitric acid, acetone, pentaerythritol, sodium carbonate."" "PETN." "You were right." "All those things you can get at your local hardware store." "You know, this, a beaker, a stirring rod and a thermometer." "You could make it behind a bar." "Not a very good use of bar space." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave these pictures of your sister lying around." "I was just trying to get up to speed." "Just terrible." "Not like I haven't seen them before." "If I find anything, I'll let you know." "Thank you." "Depending on where this leads," "I think we should loop Al in that little offer you got from your new pal, Mr. Morgan." "I will." "I just, uh..." "I'd like to keep it quiet if you don't mind." "Just see how it plays out for a little bit longer." "Yeah." "Thanks." "S.P.I. is a defense contractor, which means that pretty much all their work is classified." "So, we don't know what Audrey was doing for them." "No, but I've been calling their projects manager, a guy named Thom Musso." "Hard man to reach." "I've gone through all of Audrey's phone records." "She didn't call anybody after getting that note." " Not the police, not S.P.I." " And she went back to the lab" " despite the warning." " Yeah." "Feels like there's a missing piece to this puzzle." "I think I know who can fill us in." "Our friends at S.P.I." "S.P.I. Can I help you?" " Excuse me." " Don't worry about it." "We're good." "Thom." "I'm Lieutenant Burns." "I'm running a murder investigation, and you're not cooperating." "What can I do for you?" "My victim, Audrey Cruz, got a threat the day she was killed." "A threat related to S.P.I." "First I'm hearing of it." "We need to know what she was working on." "Look, our work, all of it, falls under national security guidelines." "And until we complete a full..." "Spare me the "cover your ass" speech." "I want to help, I really do." "If she was in danger, she deserved to know about it." "Her family deserves to know what happened to her." "Audrey was testing a new military water purification tablet on mice for side effects." " Sounds benign." " Absolutely." "But we'd recently received threats from an activist group related to some of our other projects." "Which are?" "I'm not at liberty to say." "You know, it's got to be tough getting defense contracts these days." "The press hasn't linked S.P.I. to the fire." "If they find out" "Audrey was collateral damage, and you guys couldn't be bothered to help bring her killers to justice, that wouldn't be a good thing, Thom." "Here's what I can do." "I'll forward you the information we have on the group that's sending threats." "Mike." "I got that list of possible passwords" " for your son's account." " Great." "Thanks." "I feel a little weird about this." "I mean, what do I know about parenting?" "Right?" "But.." "When I was a kid, sometimes the point of keeping secrets was just keeping secrets." "Okay, here we go." "I hope you're right." "Thanks, Tanya." "This is a local cell of the group, S.P.I., attributed the recent threats to." "Earth First Crusade." "They do more than talk?" "Their leader, Adam Frist, is believed responsible for inciting riots and attacks on the police at G8 summits." "He was also arrested for firebombing a Humvee dealership in Fort Lee." "So they might be packing more than just granola bars?" "ESU is geared up and ready to go at first light." "Freeze!" "Get on the ground!" "Get on the ground!" "Get down on the ground!" "When the Feds get a look at all this, you're gonna wish you never heard of S.P.I." "This is their game." "They threaten big, and then they offer a deal." "Just stand strong and stay silent." "You guys can make your signs, pitch a tent in a park, knock yourselves out..." "I don't care." "We have a homicide and an arson." "A young woman not unlike yourselves has been murdered." "Now you're looking at 25 to life for murder." "Unless someone maybe wants to help me out." "Adam?" "Okay, so I threatened S.P.I." "I told them they'd get what's coming." "I was thinking along the lines of, of, covering their cars in horse manure, not killing anybody." "Not murder." "Make me a believer, Adam." "I know who you want." "Here, open my e-mail." " What's the password?" " FreeGaia." " G-A-I..." " I can spell." "A guy who called himself" "Faraday, contacted us a couple weeks back." "Said that he had a beef with S.P.I." "Said he had a mission, and going after S.P.I. was just the first step." "First step in what?" "I have no idea." "This guy's crazy with a capital "K."" "Which one is it?" "That one?" "That one." "Open the attachment." "There are four more targets there." "Yeah." "Faraday's targets." "See, we got:" "Sinclair's Research, we know about;" "a place called MegaTek, it's a computer repair shop;" "Mt." "Hebron Medical Clinic, kind of a walk-in joint." "We got Academy Books..." "it's a textbook warehouse out near Queens College..." "and a branch of the U.S. Postal Service located right there on Metropolitan." "We got the bomb squad sweeping them all as we speak." "All right, so what's the common denominator here?" "We got science, medicine..." "the government." "I'm thinking typical targets for a guy with grievances." "What kind of guy?" "Well, according to the standard profile, our bomber's a white male, 40s, 50s." "He's been storing up resentment about the system for years, decides it's time to strike back." "Why now?" "He feels his voice is unheard." "He wants people to hear him." "I don't know." "What do we have on this Faraday?" "Profile created with that name from the E.F.C." "message board had that thumbnail picture." "Quality's too poor for facial recognition software to work." "Guys like this are looking for an audience." "Often they tip off what they're gonna do before they do it." "Let's hope Faraday holds true to that." "Make our lives easier." "What about tracing an IP address?" "Well, Tanya's trying, but he's good;" "he treads lightly, leaves few digital footprints." "Okay." "Guys, it's Krause." "Bomb squad just found something at another one of his targets." "Normally we would just seal, remove and detonate it, but seeing this guy's still out there," "I figure it makes more sense to leave the detonation device intact." "What's with the blinking red light?" "That probably means that the bomb is about to blow." "That's why they use the robots." "Disarmed." "All clear." "And 'cause they're good." "How we doing for prints?" "Not hopeful." "These guys say it looks pretty clean." "Was it linked to a radio or a cell phone?" "No, it had a timer." "A good bomber's part chemist, part electrician and part toy maker." "This guy Faraday, he's a triple threat." "Definitely deadly." "What's..." "You having fun with that?" "Yeah." "I asked Krause to send it over." "Told him I try to isolate the components and see if we can track one of them to a buyer." " Smart." " Thank you." "So what's your take on this person?" "I'd say somewhere between Ted Kaczyinski and my weird Uncle Ralph who makes his own Roman candles every Fourth." "He's currently in the Catskills building himself an igloo out of Gatorade bottles." "Are you sure you know what you're doing with this?" " Of course." " Okay." "See, if I just clip the ground wire..." "Yeah." "Looks like Faraday switched the ground wire and the trigger wire." "Cheeky little monkey." "At least you can't do it twice." "Yeah?" "So you said you had something to tell me, what's up?" "Right." "Right." "I traced an IP address linked to our man Faraday." "It's a shared hotspot in an artists' complex near Gowanus." "Manager's name is Max Irvington." "Want me to send this to you?" " No, I..." " 'Cause you..." " remember everything." "Yep." " Yeah." " Have fun with that." " Okay." "I wonder if I could... do it twice?" "I can't say if that's him." "The Faraday I know is maybe six-two, has blondish hair, medium-build." "How old?" "I don't know, like, 40 or something." "He's a cool old dude." "He creates sculptures using mixed media, found objects, household stuff." "Yeah?" "When did you last see him?" "Not sure." "I lease out over a dozen of these studios." "Pretty tough to keep track of everyone." "What's this, what's this about?" "We just want to ask him a few questions." "Well, that's his studio." "You got a key?" "That's a real warrant." "And..." " you guys are real cops?" " Yes." "And yes." "Key?" "My." "Faraday?" "It's clear." "You got something?" "A shopping list." ""Nitric acid, acetone, pentaerythritol..."" "This is where he makes the bombs." "We should call Krause." "Yeah?" "Who do we call about this," "Sigmund Freud?" "All right." "Look for Audrey." "Look for Sinclair, look for the Mt." "Hebron Clinic." "We find a starting point, we can make sense of this." "Yeah." "I'm gonna say that's a little ambitious." "I'm gonna say I can make sense of this." "Do you guys want some light?" "What's with the blinking red light?" "That probably means that the bomb is about to blow." "You see this?" "Look at that." "Yeah, your eyebrows got singed." " They did?" " Yeah, makes you look a little bent, but, you know, what else is new?" "So, I found ten out of 12 of the artistes from the warehouse." "They heard Faraday in the studio, but nobody knows the guy." "Yeah, well, the manager, Max was no help." "Apparently, Faraday paid cash every month." "No finances to trace, and being artist-friendly, no lease, no copy of the ID." "Well, at least we got a bucketful of prints." "Maybe we can match some DNA off that sleeping bag." "Any luck with those passwords?" "That's okay, go ahead." "T already told me how she's helping you violate your son's privacy." "I'm kidding, geez." "No luck, Tanya, but thanks for trying." "It'll all work out." "I'm sure Spence isn't, you know, building a bomb or anything." "Sorry." "You guys got anything special planned for tonight?" "Your anniversary." "When I was entering all your information," "I noticed that today is the big day, right?" "No, no, the way it works at my house is Ginny and I generally celebrate with a couple of Carvel cones and call it a night." "Aww." "Wait, do you mind if I..." " Just..." " No, no, go ahead." "Just a thought." "And you're in." "Wait, florist, restaurant, violin..." "Confirming plans for surprise anniversary..." "What do you know?" "He was up to something." "Mike, you got to check this out." "Thanks, Tanya." "Happy anniversary." "What do you think?" " What the..." " Guys." "She's got you in on this?" "She is a willing co-conspirator." " Semi-willing." " What are we looking at here?" " M-More targets?" " Not exactly." " It's another map." " Yeah, but a different kind." "It's connections, thoughts, what Faraday loves, what he fears, what he can't let go of." "It's a map of his mind." "I'm warning you, Wells, it's a tough neighborhood to be fooling around in." "Stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss stares back." "It's Friedrich Nietzsche." "Polish cousin of mine." "Another nut job." "Nina, can you find me a picture of a food wholesaler on Orange Street, a newspaper clipping, Daily News, the FDA ruling on some kind of a sugar substitute." "If only I could just plug this into your head and scan it." "Wait, Tanya just got a hit on a part from the ignition device." "Comes back to a hardware store in Pelham." "Got surveillance video." "Finally." "Is that a real warrant?" "Are you guys really the cops?" "You guys, uh, want some light?" "Smart move, Max." "The building manager;" "you've got to be kidding me." "That's why Max didn't have any info on Faraday." "They're working together." " What'd you find?" " Check this." "Max Irvington was a former lab assistant at a perfume company that's a former client of Sinclair's." "He worked in the very same lab as Audrey." "We should've tripped to him sooner." "The company went belly up last year." "The records weren't available." "Did Max have any connection to S.P.I?" "Only thing I'm finding is he was in the lab when the S.P.I. guys had a minor chemical spill." "A, uh, drum of calcium carbonate, like a floor cleaner, leaked a little." "How bad was it?" "It wasn't bad at all." "They took the usual precautions, checked everybody out." "No reason to set a bomb off." "So these earth activists turned Faraday down, but now he figures Max can be his inside man." "Did Max know Audrey?" "They had a time overlap, but that's the only connection I'm finding." "Ask her parents; keep digging." "And send out a BOLO, bridges, tunnels." "This guy has a plan;" "that means he's visible." "Roger that." "Got a second?" "Yeah." "So, this box." "Some kind of mistake." " I don't know who that's for." " That's okay." "I do." "Sunday, March 10, 2002, we went to that little flea market up on Midler Avenue." "There was an old coffee grinder." "You liked it, but the guy, he wanted 60 bucks for it." "We were about to walk away when I saw this." "Merkur stainless, 1948." "Got this and the coffee grinder for 55 bucks." "What ever happened to that grinder?" "Don't answer, please." "You and Elaine?" "Yeah." "We decided to call it quits." "Been heading that way for a while." "I'm sorry." "Something happen?" "No, not at all." "It's pretty mutual." "We decided a couple weeks ago." "I just didn't want to have to answer a bunch of questions." "Yeah, no, I..." "I understand." "You know, I'm... here, if you want to talk, okay?" "Thanks." "Wasn't a big deal." "Just time to move on." "Sir, we found Max's sister." "He's been staying with her." "Back to work." "Yep." "Okay." "I am speechless." "My brother is a very gentle person." "He ever bring any friends around?" "Look, I gave Max the basement three years ago." "It's got his own door;" "he comes and goes as he pleases." "That's not really an answer." "I work full-time." "I got two kids." " I have a mother in a home." " Listen." "We understand, and we're not trying to say you did anything wrong;" "we just want you to help us the best you can." "Okay?" "I know, I just..." "It's really hard to believe what you're saying about Max." "Listen, did he ever mention a guy named Faraday?" "Yeah, he did." "After Max quit work at the lab, he talked about him." "A lot." "I guess they met at the clinic where Max was treated after some lab spill." "Which clinic was that?" "It's up on 174th, Mount something." "Mt." "Hebron." "Where we found the bomb." "I should have known something was wrong." "That guy Faraday put a lot of junk into Max's head at a time when he couldn't handle it." "What do you mean?" "After the accident, Max's behavior went from... let's say odd to really strange." "He became obsessive." "In what way?" "It was weird; he talked about making files, said he was gonna make his case." "Files?" "Do you know where they are?" " Yes." " Can I see them?" "Sure." "In the basement." "Thanks." "It feels weird coming in here." "Sarah, was Max ever diagnosed with mental illness?" "No, but I was getting worried, so I got him to see a shrink once." "He didn't have a very good experience." "Why?" "What happened?" "He said she tried to control his mind." "He never went back." "Do you remember her name?" "I wrote it down somewhere." "I can get it for you." "It's like he's still in high school." "The only Faraday I know is maybe six-two, has blondish hair." "Medium-build." "What?" ""Nicholas Faraday," ""beloved chemistry teacher at Union High School passed away Tuesday, March 13th."" "Talked to their project manager... uh, so Faraday definitely never worked at Sinclair." "Faraday isn't working anywhere any more." "He's been dead for five years." "Persecution, retribution, delusions, all classic paranoid schizophrenia." "Onset usually begins late teens, early 20s, when reality and fantasy become interchangeable, almost indistinguishable." "So, what's his goal?" "I think the narrative he's constructing is that little chemical spill at Sinclair was targeted against him." "And the routine medical treatment he received at the clinic was a cover-up." "And Audrey Cruz just got caught in the middle." "Well, I think that part of him that's still connected to reality was actually trying to save her." "So, the bombings are his way of fighting back against imagined enemies, and Faraday is what, projection, alter ego gone wild?" "Very good." "Date a shrink for a year;" "something rubs off." "Well, I think most importantly, the actual Faraday was somebody he trusted." "A teacher, a mentor, a guide who's guiding him now." "LPR grabbed Max's car at the Toll Plaza of the Midtown tunnel." "He's heading south on side streets." "Are there any Brooklyn targets on that map?" "No, but guesstimating from the total materials he bought, minus what he's used already and what we found at his studio," "I'd say Max definitely has enough PETN left to build one more more bomb." "So what's the target?" "Max is heading to Brooklyn." " Tell me you got something." " Well, I got a lot of something." " I just don't know what any of it means." " We're running out of time." "All right, okay." "This is a portrait of the world according to Max, okay?" "These pictures over here, it's all about chemicals, fertilizers, growth." "That's Sinclair, the research lab where Max had his accident." "That's where his condition was born." "Now, this here, genetic testing, physical monitoring, this is Mt." "Hebron." "What's that right there in the middle?" "Everything is pointing to that." "That's the post office out on Metropolitan." "This is the big bad mama running the whole show." "All images of dominance, control." "I'm thinking the Federal Government." "But we've swept all those locations." "We got units posted at every one of them, and Max right now is heading to Brooklyn." "So, you got Coney Island up here anywhere?" "All right, listen to me." "I know the target's in here somewhere." "I just need a little more time." "All right, you stay with this." "Roe, you're with me." "No, thanks, boss." "Honestly, my head's about to blow off." "Could use a shrink myself after all this." "Was Max ever diagnosed with mental illness?" "I got him to see a shrink, once." "He didn't have a very good experience." "He said she tried to control his mind." "Max thought his shrink, his psychiatrist, was trying to control his mind..." "that's what his sister told me." "This target represents his fear of dominance, his loss of control." "I thought post office, government." "But it's not the government." "It's his shrink." "Dr. Belmont." "Searching Queens." "Dr. Louise Belmont." "The address..." "same address as the post office." " Same building." " That's it." " Then why is Max in Brooklyn?" " Let's find out." "Hello." "This is Dr. Louise Belmont." "You can leave a message for me here, or try me at my new office at the Parkside Psychiatric Center in Park Slope." " Park Slope." "Brooklyn." " Let's go." "Please evacuate in an orderly fashion." "This is not a drill." "Please evacuate in an orderly fashion." "This is not a drill." "Max!" "Please evacuate in an orderly fashion." "This is not a drill." "Please evacuate in an orderly fashion." "This is not a drill." "This is going too far." "I-I haven't..." "I haven't forgotten what's at stake." "I'm not giving up!" "There are cops outside." "Where are we gonna be if I get arrested?" "Now, just listen to me." " Listen to me" " Max." "For a sec..." "There's enough PETN in here to light us up." "There's no need for that, Max." "Take it easy, okay?" "You're the one pointing a gun at me." "You're right." "You're right." "I'm putting the gun away." "I'm here as your friend." "No one's coming after you." "You are coming after me, and you should be going after them." "Do you have any idea what they do?" "How they hurt people?" "Listen, the only one hurting people right now is Faraday." "You're one of them." "I'm not one of them." "I'm here to help you." "I want to make sure no one else gets hurt." "I know." "Don't worry, Faraday, I won't tell her." "You can't." "She will pretend to be your friend." "That's how they get to you." "Max, talk to me." " I understand." " I'm right here." "Talk to me." " Do what you came here to do." " Can you see me?" "Look in my eyes?" "You're right." "Finish the mission." "Max, don't listen to him." "Shut up." "Faraday was a good man." "He wouldn't want you to take the knowledge he gave you to hurt people." "That was then;" "this is now." "Things have changed." "And I'm not hurting people, I'm..." "I'm hurting them." "What about Audrey?" "Audrey?" "Audrey wasn't one of them, and she's dead." " That was an accident..." " Audrey was part of it." "No, she wasn't." "She wasn't supposed to be there." "You wrote that letter." "Didn't you?" "To warn her." " What?" " I just told her to stay away." "Do you realize what you've done?" "!" "Because you knew she was innocent." "Because you knew she didn't deserve to die." "It wasn't my fault!" "It wasn't..." "I know it's not your fault, and we can make this better." "Just put down the bag and come with me." "Look in my eyes." "I'm here to help you everything we have fought for." "Do what you came to do!" "Put the bag down..." "Stupid!" "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Get out!" "Everybody get out!" "Stay back!" "Looks like Faraday switched the ground wire and the trigger wire." "Wait!" " You doing okay?" " Yeah." "Yeah." "Krause offered me a job on the bomb squad." "What's going on with Max?" "The D.A.'s waiting to file charges pending a psych evaluation." "Yeah, and Max's sister is using some of the money he saved to start a scholarship fund in Audrey's name." "Mike..." "don't you have somewhere to be?" "Come on, man." "Can't be late for your 20th." "Tanya?" "Actually, I've known for a couple of weeks." "Spence called me." "He wanted to make sure you didn't get stuck working late." " So you were in on it the whole time?" " Yeah." " Congratulations." " Thanks." "You got a sec?" "Sure." "What's up?" "So... about me and Elaine." "It didn't end neat." "Fact is... it ended messy." "Yeah, well, the whole dumping- your-stuff-in-a-box thing kind of said messy to me." "She kicked me out..." "The box was her way of saying don't come back." "She says I'm still in love with you." "Well, that's ridiculous." " Well, that's what I told her." " Yeah." "She said she was tired of waiting... for the inevitable." "So I wanted to tell you before you noticed how wrinkly my suits were getting." "Have you been sleeping here?" "Yeah." "Well, did she have a theory about me?" "About you?" "Yeah." "You know..." "how I feel about you." "She never said." "Really?" "But who cares what she thought?" "I mean... she was totally off base about that." "Yeah." "Sure sounds like it." " Totally." " Totally."