1-11 Bomb Squad
1-11 Bomb Squad
Bomb Squad
Oh spare me Sydney. All I know is that I’m fed up with always being a step behind him.
Miss Parker
Bomb Squad
Oh spare me Sydney. All I know is that I’m fed up with always being a step behind him.
Miss Parker
Original air date: January 18, 1997
Written by: Javier Grillo-Marxuach
Directed by: Terrence O’Hara
While Jarod joins the bomb squad and searches for a crazed bomber, the Centre’s Mr Raines is put in charge of searching for the person who is leaking information to Jarod.
Jarod’s Discoveries: Mr Potato Head
Jarod’s Occupations: Bomb Squad Officer, FBI Agent, Pyro-technician, Palm Reader, Physical Therapist
Jarod’s Aliases: Jarod Nobel, Jarod Webster
Official Synopsis
Jarod joins a bomb squad as he searches for a madman whose explosive device blinded a photographer.
Inside the Centre, Mr. Raines instructs Angelo to use his unique powers to search the Internet for any signs of Jarod. Meanwhile, Miss Parker and Sydney make their way to a fireworks stand, Jarod’s last known whereabouts.
Jarod, now a member of a bomb squad, and his partner, Daniel Carlson, set about defusing an explosive device, the handiwork of the Fax Bomber. A note attached to the bomb reads, “Catch me if you can, you miscreants.” As the detonator counts down, the two men race for cover…and the bomb detonates.
Bomb squad members convene with their team leader, Chomsky, and civil servant, Lamont. During the discussion, Carlson reacts to some pain in his shoulder, which he blames on an injury he suffered while fighting in Grenada. Later, inside his office, Chomsky distributes a computer-generated composite sketch of their suspect, which is based on incomplete information. It is believed that the Fax Bomber is a left-handed, disgruntled city worker. Jarod, however, suspects that the perpetrator is deliberately leading the investigation astray. Later, Jarod convenes with Hutchison, who developed the composite sketch. As they converse, Jarod takes an interest in Hutchison’s Mr. Potato Head figure.
Jarod and Carlson visit the home of Curtis Haring, a thirty-year-old man who lives in his mother’s basement and writes threatening letters to the utilities commission. During the conversation, Curtis utters the word “miscreants.” He refuses to cooperate with the investigation, telling the pair they will need a warrant. Though Carlson believes Curtis is the bomber, Jarod is unconvinced, as Curtis continued authoring the letters during the bombing campaign. Later, Jarod visits Rachel Newton at the Huron Institute for the Blind. Rachel, a former photographer, lost her sight when one of the bombs detonated while she was on the rooftop of city hall.
Mr. Raines attempts to plug up an information leak emanating from within the Centre by forcing Miss Parker, Sydney and Broots to undergo special testing. One by one, the threesome answer a technician’s questions. Unbeknownst to the group, Angelo monitors their responses. He tells Raines that Broots is the source of the leak.
Jarod gives Hutchison a photograph of his mother and asks him to age her electronically. Later, Jarod and a very nervous Carlson are dispatched to a bus station to diffuse (what is believed to be) a bomb in a suitcase. But the suitcase turns out to be harmless.
Jarod transforms an institute therapy room into a darkroom as part of simulation therapy. He hopes the smells of the darkroom will stimulate Rachel’s memory, and perhaps allow her to remember the Fax Bomber’s face. The experiment allows Rachel to realize she never saw the bomber’s face. But she does remember a distinct scent: liquid heat (what athletes rub into sore muscles). Jarod realizes that Carlson, who experiences muscle problems with his shoulder, is the bomber.
Jarod receives word that Carlson phoned in a report about the Fax Bomber having blown himself up. When Jarod arrives at Curtis Haring’s house, Carlson claims that he returned in an attempt to get Curtis to talk. Shortly thereafter, an explosive detonated.
Miss Parker and Sydney begin tailing Broots from afar. They watch as he converses with a private investigator…and wonder if he has located Jarod on his own. Parker and Sydney storm Broots’ apartment, only to discover that Broots hired the private investigator as part of a custody battle. Broots warns the pair not to interfere with his struggle to keep his daughter.
Jarod approaches Chomsky about the explosion at Curtis Haring’s house. He points out that several pieces of evidence do not add up, including the fact that Curtis is left-handed (it had earlier been established that the bomber is right-handed). But Chomsky refuses to listen.
Jarod informs Carlson about another threat from the Fax Bomber. Carlson insists it is a hoax, as the bomber, Curtis Haring, is in a hospital. But Jarod prevails, and the two men make their way to an elevator which is rigged with an explosive device. There, Jarod reveals that the bomb is connected to a barometric detonator. When the elevator reaches an altitude of six or seven hundred feet, the bomb will go off. Jarod then accuses Carlson of being the bomber and extricates himself from the elevator. Carlson panics as the elevator climbs steadily upward, certain it will explode at any minute. But when the elevator reaches its destination, an electronic voice says, “Kaboom!” When the elevator doors open, Chomsky is waiting. He places Carlson under arrest.
Jarod’s simulation helps bolster Rachel Newton’s confidence, and she ventures outdoors by herself. Meanwhile, back at the Centre, Mr. Raines speaks with Mr. Parker by phone. He promises he will find the source of the leak. Unbeknownst to him, Angelo finds the aged photo of Jarod’s mother on the Internet…and keeps the discovery a secret.
Season 1
- 1-01 Pilot
- 1-02 Every Picture Tells A Story
- 1-03 Flyer
- 1-04 Curious Jarod
- 1-05 The Paper Clock
- 1-06 To Protect And Serve
- 1-07 A Virus Among Us
- 1-08 Not Even a Mouse
- 1-09 Mirage
- 1-10 Better Part Of Valor
- 1-11 Bomb Squad
- 1-12 Prison Story
- 1-13 Bazooka Jarod
- 1-14 Ranger Jarod
- 1-15 Jaroldo!
- 1-16 Under The Reds
- 1-17 Keys
- 1-18 Unhappy Landings
- 1-19 Jarod’s Honor
- 1-20 Baby Love
- 1-21 Dragon House
- 1-22 Dragon House
Season 2
- 2-01 Back From the Dead Again
- 2-02 Scott Free
- 2-03 Over the Edge
- 2-04 Exposed
- 2-05 Nip and Tuck
- 2-06 Past Sim
- 2-07 Collateral Damage
- 2-08 Hazards
- 2-09 FX
- 2-10 Indy Show
- 2-11 Gigolo Jarod
- 2-12 Toy Surprise
- 2-13 A Stand Up Guy
- 2-14 Unforgotten
- 2-15 Bulletproof
- 2-16 Silence
- 2-17 Crash
- 2-18 Stolen
- 2-19 Red Rock Jarod
- 2-20 Bank
- 2-21 Bloodlines
- 2-22 Bloodlines
Season 3
- 3-01 Crazy
- 3-02 Hope & Prey
- 3-03 Once in a Blue Moon
- 3-04 Someone to Trust
- 3-05 Betrayal
- 3-06 Parole
- 3-07 Homefront
- 3-08 Flesh and Blood
- 3-09 Murder 101
- 3-10 Mr. Lee
- 3-11 The Assassin
- 3-12 Unsinkable
- 3-13 Pool
- 3-14 At The Hour Of Our Death
- 3-15 Countdown
- 3-16 P.T.B.
- 3-17 Ties That Bind
- 3-18 Wake Up
- 3-19 End Game
- 3-20 Qallupilluit
- 3-21 Donoterase
- 3-22 Donoterase
Season 4
- 4-01 The World’s Changing
- 4-02 Survival
- 4-03 Angel’s Flight
- 4-04 Risque Business
- 4-05 Road Trip
- 4-06 Extreme
- 4-07 Wild Child
- 4-08 Rules of Engagement
- 4-09 ‘Til Death Do Us Part
- 4-10 Spin Doctor
- 4-11 Cold Dick
- 4-12 Lifeline
- 4-13 Ghosts From the Past
- 4-14 The Agent of Year Zeroh
- 4-15 Junk
- 4-16 School Daze
- 4-17 Meltdown
- 4-18 Corn Man A Comin’
- 4-19 The Inner Sense
- 4-20 The Inner Sense
Bomb Squad Transcript
Sydney | His name is Angelo. Think of him like a sponge, someone who can absorb the intellectual, emotional, even the physical traits of others. He will find Jarod for us. | |
Miss Parker | He better Sydney, he just better. | |
Raines | Yes, Mr Parker. He’s searching the internet for any signs of him now. We’ll find Jarod and whoever inside the Centre is helping him. Keep working Angelo. Keep working. | |
Marlan Marcantel’s Cajun Fire, Kender Louisiana | ||
Customer | Whoo-whee! | |
Marlan | You see? Get too close to that bad boy and you’ll be a-picking your node with your wrist. Now, you boys are 21, aren’t ya? That’s what I thought. Fill up their trunk Eugene. Now, were were we? | |
Miss Parker | You were telling us about Mr Nobel. | |
Marlan | Yeah, old Nobel was like a Picasso of gunpowder. He invented the Big Bertha you know. | |
Sydney | The Big Bertha? | |
Marlan | The mother of all Roman Candles. Three time-delayed sparkle explosions wrapped in a colour-spray smoke banger lined with quarter strands of TNT. | |
Sydney | Sounds impressive. | |
Marlan | Put on a New Year’s Eve show that put old Dickie Clark to shame. I don’t know where he went, just disappeared. | |
Miss Parker | Yes. | |
Sydney | Hmmm. | |
Miss Parker | He has a habit of doing that. Thank you. There is no way that Jarod could have know we were coming. Zero. Have you noticed that it never seems to work the other way, Syd? | |
Sydney | Maybe there is a reason. | |
Coleman building, Detroit, Michigan 3:45am | ||
Carlson | Stay frosty Nobel. It’s all being recorded for posterity. This way. The note that was faxed said we’d find the bomb over here. | |
Jarod | Carlson. | |
Carlson | Hello. Oh yeah. | |
Jarod | Bad Betty. | |
Carlson | Fax Bomber’s usual. Whoa, cowboy. Betty needs her beauty rest, or she’s a real witch to wake up next to. Tools. | |
Jarod | Whoa, I found something. Looks like a note. | |
Carlson | He always leaves one. What’s it say? | |
Jarod | Catch me if you can, you miscreants. | |
Carlson | Miscreants? What does that mean? | |
Jarod | It means get the hell outta here! Move! Move! Is it always like this? | |
Carlson | Welcome to the Bomb Squad, Jarod. | |
intro | ||
Chomsky | So, Nobel, now you know what a close encounter with the Fax Bomber feels like huh? | |
Jarod | Mm-hmmm. | |
Chomsky | Man, I wish I could have been here. | |
Jarod | Can’t imagine why sir. My ears are still ringing. | |
Carlson | Used to be some scumball went to make a bomb threat, they’d pick up the phone like a decent human being. Now what? They fax ’em in. | |
Jarod | Scumball? | |
Lamont | Sort of like a miscreant, only different. | |
Carlson | Someone mark the calendar, Lamont made a funny. | |
Jarod | Now, this bomber faxes in. That’s a unique MO. Must help him cover his tracks. | |
Chomsky | Well, this guy doesn’t need any help. We have run every piece of evidence he’s left behind through the best technology we have. DNA, hair samples, fibre, immpressionology. Guy leaves us nothing to follow. Nothing. We gotta catch a break sometime. So you, uh, you people, you stay here and keep after this. I’m gonna go lie to the press. | |
Latham | What’s the matter, Carlson? You catch a little more steel last night? | |
Carlson | Hey, Latham, why don’t you be a good civil servant? Get the two heroes some coffee. | |
Latham | He loves me. | |
Jarod | Did you have another bomb go off on you before? | |
Carlson | I got a little shrapnel in my shoulder during the war. | |
Latham | Hero here’s the only guy refers to Grenada as a war. | |
Carlson | I got the medals to prove it. | |
Latham | Come on, you know the only medals that count in your family are the ones your big brother won in ‘Nam. | |
Jarod | I heard that you brought the last two of the Fax Bomber’s devices in intact. | |
Carlson | I got lucky. Hey, don’t you worry about it, J. One day this Fax Bomber’s gonna slip up. When he does, we’re gonna be there to catch him. | |
Latham | I just hope the SOB blows himself up. | |
Police Station | ||
Chomsky | The detonator was connected to an accelerator. This is a dangerous new escalation for the Fax Bomber. Hand those out will you John? This is my psych profile of the bomber. It include a, uh, computer generated composite sketch based on some incomplete information. | |
Latham | He looks like my Uncle Fred. | |
Carlson | He looks like everyone’s Uncle Fred. | |
Chomsky | Based on his, uh, faxed threats and other data the bomber is a left-handed, disgruntled ex-city worker. The chances are he’s already expressed his discontent. We all know what that means. | |
Latham | Back to the crank files. | |
Chomsky | Excellent, Latham. Now I expect that all of you people will put in whatever overtime is necessary to screen those files and to interview every possible perp. Questions? No? Good. Go to work. | |
Jarod | Excuse me, Lieutenant Chomsky, do you have a moment? | |
Chomsky | Sure. | |
Jarod | I… I’ve ben going over your file on the Fax Bomber, and with all due respect sir… | |
Chomsky | You know, when people say, ‘all due respect,’ they generally don’t have it. | |
Jarod | Sir, it-it’s just that I think that your profile of the perp is exactly who he wants us to think he is. I think that his grudge against the city and everything else about him is a mislead. | |
Chomsky | Guy’s here a week, he’s already bucking for my bars. | |
Jarod | No sir, I just happen to have a different opinion. | |
Chomsky | Based on what? | |
Jarod | I know people. | |
Chomsky | I’m listening. | |
Jarod | The DNA and this impressionology all came up empty. He’s trying to lead us down a high-tech path, but I believe that we can snag him with a low-tech solution. He’s right handed, but he wants us to believe he’s a lefty. The verticals and the horizontals are all jagged which would indicate that he’s been writing with his subdominant hand. | |
Chomsky | You’re a graphologist? | |
Jarod | Uh, no, sire, but I was a palm reader once. | |
Chomsky | Shall I tell you about your future here? | |
Jarod | Sir, I believe that our bomber is a city employee who is not necessarily disgruntled. He’s enjoying watching us run around, almost as much as he enjoys setting off explosions. | |
Chomsky | If you want to suggest that, uh, this clown is some kind of a merry prankster, I recommend you talk with Rachel Newton. See, Rachel is gonna spend the next year of her life learning how to read Braille because of the Fax Bomber. | |
Jarod | I wasn’t trying to trivialise that sir. | |
Chomsky | No, no. I know you weren’t. You were just trying to make, uh, an impression, show off your erudite European upbringing. | |
Jarod | My what? | |
Chomsky | The cadence in your voice… you were raised by a French nanny. Well, could be Belgian, I suppose. | |
Jarod | How did you know that? | |
Chomsky | Oh, I know about people too. | |
The Centre | ||
Miss Parker | Damn it, Broots. You said we had him cornered. | |
Broots | But we did. I don’t know what happened. | |
Sydney | Jarod happened. | |
Miss Parker | Oh spare me Sydney. All I know is that I’m fed up with always being a step behind him. | |
Raines | So am I. | |
Broots | Uh, I, I gotta go. | |
Raines | Stay here, Mr Broots. | |
Miss Parker | What brings you down from the Tower sir? | |
Raines | Plumbing. | |
Miss Parker | Plumbing? | |
Raines | I’ve come to plug a leak. | |
Police Station | ||
Jarod | Hey. | |
Potato Head Man | Hey, what’s up, Nobel? | |
Jarod | The Fax Bomber, aka, Uncle Fred. | |
Potato Head Man | Okay, not my finest hour, but hey, nobody got a great look at this guy, so the sketch is, you know, sketchy. | |
Jarod | This is a fascinating machine. | |
Potato Head Man | Yeah, this here is a Decatronics Turbo Graphics II workstation. This little bad boy makes composites, puts disguises on portraits, ages missing kids, which is what I’m doing now. | |
Jarod | That’s incredible. | |
Potato Head Man | Some of my best work’s been on the back of milk cartons. Think of the DTG II as a sort of high-tech Mr Potato Head. | |
Jarod | Mister who? | |
Potato Head Man | Potato Head. | |
Jarod | Oh, now, this is interesting. You call him Mr Potato Head, yet his head is his whole body? | |
Potato Head Man | Yeah, cool huh? | |
Jarod | He comes with little interchangeable ears eyes and little hats. | |
Potato Head Man | Old Spud Man is the original master of disguise. | |
Jarod | You know, this would make a wonderful toy for children. | |
Carlson | Hey, Nobel, crank file just turned up a hot one. Let’s run. | |
Jarod | Hmmm. | |
Curtis Residence | ||
Mrs Haring | Oh God, what’d he do? Curtis! They finally came to arrest you! Curtis!! | |
Curtis | Busy, Ma! | |
Carlson | Mrs Haring, we’re not here to arrest your son. | |
Mrs Haring | I knew someday the cops would show up and take him away. Curtis!!! | |
Curtis | I said, get off my back! | |
Jarod | Ma’am, we just wanted to… | |
Mrs Haring | Thirty years old, and he still lives in my basement. Day in day out, writing his letters. I should’ve bought stock in Bic. | |
Curtis | Don’t say nothing Ma. This is all going on tape somewhere, I know it. | |
Mrs Haring | Listen to that. Do you know what it’s done to my social life, having him down there? | |
Curtis | You’re not gettin’ nuthin’ out of me. | |
Mrs Haring | I’m in the prime of my life. I should go out, get myself some nice shoes and find myself a man. | |
Curtis | Ma! | |
Jarod | Sir, did you write these letters to the utilities commission? | |
Curtis | And I’ll write a hundred more till they give me back my workman’s comp. I got an inoperable hernia working for this city and they threw me to the wolves. How did you get that letter? What’s your name? | |
Carlson | I’m Carlson, this is, uh, Nobel. | |
Curtis | Hold still man, I can’t see your badge number. | |
Mrs Haring | He don’t have no hernia, he just don’t wanna move out of the basement. | |
Curtis | Shut up Ma! You know how my legs tingle every time I sit for too long. | |
Mrs Haring | Yeah, and I know where you’re sittin! | |
Jarod | Sir, we’re not here to talk about your workman’s comp. We want to ask you some questions about your whereabouts. | |
Curtis | Hey, if you think you got something on me, you come back with a warrant. Till then, me and my mother’s got nothing to say to you miscreants. | |
Mrs Haring | I should have married a dentist. At least his teeth would be better. | |
Curtis | Ma!! | |
Carlson | This guy’s classic bomber material. Former city worker, domineering mother, basement workshop, a little anti-social behaviour. | |
Jarod | I’m not convinced. | |
Carlson | Huh? | |
Jarod | He’s written 253 letters to the city and counting. If he’s crossed the threshold into planting bombs don’t you think he would have given up the correspondence? | |
Carlson | Did you notice what he called us in there? | |
Jarod | Miscreants. | |
Carlson | Right, nobody uses that word except for that guy and… | |
Jarod | The Fax Bomber. | |
Carlson | I’m gonna get under this guy’s skin before he hurts someone else. | |
Jarod’s Lair | ||
Alarm Clock | Wake up! Wake up! Good morning! | |
Huron River Institute For The Blind | ||
Rachel | …five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten | |
Jarod | You can stop counting, you’re here. | |
Rachel | Oh. You must have stepped into the room. It’s 11 steps to the door. | |
Jarod | I did. That’s very good. | |
Rachel | It’s funny, Dr Jarod. I used to hate math in school. Now my entire life is basic arithmetic. Nine steps from my bed to the bathroom, 14 steps to the hallway, 7 steps to the chair. | |
Jarod | Just be happy it’s not long division. It’s a beautiful day. Why don’t we go outside? | |
Rachel | Oh, no. I… I… I think I’d rather stay here. | |
Jarod | Rachel, you have to go outside sometime. | |
Rachel | I was supposed to work in my studio, but it was such a nice day. I decided to go on the rooftop at city hall. That’s what happened the last time I went outside. | |
Jarod | You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. But that is not your fault. You can’t stop living your life because of it. | |
Rachel | I hear he set off another bomb. | |
Jarod | Yes he did. Thankfully, nobody else was hurt. | |
Rachel | You know, when I had my eyes behind a camera I could see things no one else could. I could take a thousand shots and tell you which one was perfect before it was developed. I can remember details of nearly every picture I ever took. That’s ironic. They tell me he was there that day. That I must have seen the man who did this to me as he was setting his bomb. But as hard as I try, I can’t remember. | |
The Centre | ||
Miss Parker | I can’t believe they think one of us is leaking information to Jarod. | |
Broots | Oh, I wish I hadn’t eaten that poppy seed muffin. | |
Miss Parker | They’re giving us a polygraph, you idiot, not a urine test. | |
Broots | I thought it was both. | |
Sydney | It should be, for you. | |
Broots | What… what is that supposed to mean? | |
Miss Parker | You’re the one who handles the information around here. | |
Sydney | I’m sorry, I’m in a filthy mood. Let’s not accuse each other. | |
Miss Parker | Oh, that means a lot coming from Jarod’s teddy bear. | |
Man | Miss Parker. To calibrate the machine please answer the following question untruthfully. Are you Eleanor Roosevelt? | |
Miss Parker | Yes. | |
Man | Have you pursued Jarod to the best of your ability? | |
Miss Parker | Yes. | |
Raines | Become her Angelo. Tell me if she is lying. | |
Man | Did you willfully misfire your weapon when attempting to apprehend Jarod in Miami, Florida? | |
Miss Parker | What? | |
Man | Yes or no please. | |
Miss Parker | No. | |
Man | Smoking is not permitted during a polygraph. Have you received a personal message from Jarod? | |
Miss Parker | It was a bunny. Yes. | |
Man | Did you secretly contact Jarod via a secure internet connection? | |
Sydney | Yes. | |
Man | Did you attempt to provide him with classified information? | |
Sydney | Yes, but with a view to bringing him home. | |
Man | Have you ever secretly met with Jarod? | |
Sydney | Mm-mmmm. No. | |
Raines | Is he lying? Is he the one? | |
Man | Have you ever used a controlled substance? | |
Broots | No. | |
Man | Were you in the lab when information regarding Jarod’s origins was leaked? | |
Broots | Yes. | |
Man | Did you leak the information Jarod received via special courier in Miami, Florida? | |
Broots | No. | |
Man | Have you ever lied to the Centre? | |
Broots | No. | |
Raines | He’s the leak, isn’t he, Angelo? | |
Bomb Forensics Lab | ||
Chomsky | So, you’ve decided to put in a transfer to Forensics, hmmmm? | |
Jarod | I’ve just been sifting through all the Fax Bomber debris. | |
Chomsky | You went over three thousand pieces of evidence here? | |
Jarod | Three thousand and twenty-five. I’ve specifically been studying the wires. | |
Chomsky | No, no, no. The Feds, they covered every centimetre of that copper. | |
Jarod | I know, I’ve been studying the encasements. There’s no pattern. This guy is random except for the detonator connectors. He’s very sensitive about them. He wants to be sure. That’s why they all have exactly the same parallel cut pattern. | |
Chomsky | Come on. Exactly the same? | |
Jarod | Exactly. Notice the angle of the grooves on the parallels. Gives us something to run down wi ht the knife manufacturers. And the cut contours confirm that he’s… | |
Chomsky | Right handed. | |
Jarod | Yes sir. | |
Chomsky | Low-tech. | |
Jarod | Very. | |
Chomsky | Mmmm. | |
Jarod | Hello. | |
Potato Head Man | Hey. | |
Jarod | Hey, how’s the spud of a thousand faces? | |
Potato Head Man | Well, I only have a 13 piece set so, technically this one’s only got, uh… | |
Jarod | One hundred and seventy-nine. I have a project for you. | |
Potato Head Man | I’m up to my ears in milk cartons here. | |
Jarod | Well, this one’s very special to me. It’s my mother. I was wondering if you could age her 30 years. I want to see what she would look like. I’ll make it worth your while. | |
Potato Head Man | Hey, I’ll see what I can do. | |
Jarod | Thanks. | |
Potato Head Man | Alright. | |
Bus Depot | ||
Bus Driver | It’s right over the, under the bus. It’s right over the, under the bus. | |
Jarod | Did the threat come in by fax? | |
Bus Driver | It was more of a phone call. | |
Carlson | Alright, we’ll take it from here. | |
Bus Driver | Thanks. Hey, can you guys kinda hurry up? ‘Cause I got buses backing up on me here, man and I… Take as much time as you need then. Thanks. | |
Jarod | You okay? | |
Carlson | Yeah. Come on. | |
Jarod | Got a backache? | |
Locker Room | ||
Jarod | They told me we would have a lot of hoax calls I training but I never thought it would feel like this. | |
Carlson | Let go, J. | |
Jarod | That’s easy for you to say. It was pretty tense back there. | |
Carlson | Don’t worry about it. | |
Jarod | That’s nice work. | |
Carlson | Oh yeah. From my army days. | |
Jarod | Let me guess. You got drunk one night. | |
Carlson | Blitzed. My whole unit. After Grenada, they stationed us down at Fort Buchanan, Puerto Rico. I do not remember one that that happened that entire month, except for this needle artist.He was a shriveled up little Puerto Rican guy who had a hole-in-the-wall shop in old San Juan. He inked every single guy in the whole platoon… | |
Latham | The whole platoon. You know how many eagles this guy had to do in one night? Give us a break, will you Carlson? You partner with this guy too long, you know his old unit like it was your own family. | |
Huron River Institute For The Blind | ||
Rachel | What are you doing? | |
Jarod | I’m going to turn this space into a darkroom. | |
Rachel | I live in a darkroom | |
Jarod | Good. Because I need you to develop a roll of film for me. | |
Rachel | Oh, that smells familiar. | |
Jarod | I thought you’d remember it. | |
Rachel | Is this some kind of new therapy? | |
Jarod | Call it a simulation. | |
Rachel | Simulation? | |
Jarod | Mm-hmm. I’m going to create an environment with all the stimuli you need to recreate an event and for you to become someone. | |
Rachel | Who do you want me to become? | |
Jarod | Yourself. | |
Rachel | Oh! Oh, my camera. Oh, I haven’t touched this since the… well, since the day at city hall. | |
Jarod | Now I want you to develop that roll of film, the pictures you took that day. | |
Rachel | Oh, but there’s no film in it. | |
Jarod | I know. I want you to develop the pictures in your mind. | |
Rachel | I’m on the rooftop at city hall. Natural light is at its… its perfect angle. The building is closed, it’s Sunday. And I’m, uh, getting last minute shots for my gallery opening. | |
Jarod | Are you alone? | |
Rachel | I think. I… I don’t see anyone. I don’t… I don’t see anyone… but I feel a tingle on the back of my neck. I don’t see anyone, but I hear something. | |
Jarod | What do you hear? | |
Rachel | Footsteps, walking quickly away. | |
Jarod | But, uh, you don’t think anything about it because you have other pictures to take. | |
Rachel | It’s right before it happens. | |
Jarod | We can stop this if you want. | |
Rachel | No. I walk over to where the footsteps are coming from but he’s gone. | |
Jarod | Rachel, do you see the bomb? | |
Rachel | It’s only an instant before the flash | |
Jarod | Do you see him? | |
Rachel | No. But… I smell something. I smell… | |
Jarod | You smell him. | |
Rachel | It must be, um… I don’t… I don’t know what it is. It… it’s cologne. No, it-it’s um, medicine, menthol. What athletes put on sore muscles. | |
Jarod | Liquid heat. Thank you. | |
Welding Shop | ||
Jarod | Are you Steven Johnson? | |
Steven Johnson | Yeah. | |
Jarod | Special Agent, Jarod Webster. | |
Steven Johnson | FBI? What did I do? | |
Jarod | Nothing Mr Johnson. I’m just doing a security check on one of your old army buddies, Daniel Carlson. He put you down as a reference. | |
Steven Johnson | If you want to clear Carlson, you’re talking to the wong guy. | |
Jarod | Why’s that? | |
Steven Johnson | Carlson talks a good game, but the rest of the squad had to carry him every step of the way. | |
Jarod | Well, the way he puts it, you were in a very tight unit. | |
Steven Johnson | We’d probably have shot him ourselves if he hadn’t caught the shrapnel in the shoulder. | |
Jarod | He has the company tattoo on his forearm. | |
Steven Johnson | You don’t see any moronic little birds on me, do you? Hell, Carlson came in one day all drunk queer little bird on his arm, talking about how he wanted the red of us to get ’em. Guy’s a dangerous little wannabe. Hey, what’s the little weasel applying for, anyway? | |
Jarod | Bomb Squad. | |
Steven Johnson | God help us all. | |
Police Station | ||
Jarod | You paged me? | |
Potato Head Man | Oh, yeah, dud. Sorry Santa was a little late but, uh “Ho, ho ho.” | |
Jarod | She’s still beautiful. | |
Potato Head Man | Now, um, you said you’d make it worth my while. | |
Jarod | Patience, Mr Potato Head. Thank you. | |
Potato Head Man | Okay. | |
Latham | Jarod, the Fax Bomber just blew himself up. | |
Jarod | Where’s Carlson? | |
Latham | He phoned it in. | |
Mrs Haring | Let me through! Let through! | |
Jarod | Let her through, this is her house, this is her son. Let her through. Are you hurt? | |
Mrs Haring | I wasn’t home last night. I had a date. Curtis? Curtis, Mama’s here. Ma’s here, honey. | |
Curtis | I had a feeling about this guy. I came over here to see if I could get him to talk. He must have seen me coming because the whole place went up. It knocked me all the way to the end of the driveway. | |
Chomsky | It was a nice play Carlson. Get yourself cleaned up. You look like hell. | |
Carlson | Thank you sir. | |
Blue Cove | ||
Miss Parker | I should have known it was him. | |
Sydney | Another croissant, Miss Parker? | |
Miss Parker | Cold coffee’s plenty. He always seemed to be… a step ahead… and then suddenly, we were a step behind. | |
Sydney | Broots has the classic non confrontational personality. I doubt he would put himself in harm’s way. | |
Miss Parker | Where the hell is he going now? | |
Sydney | Private investigator? Could he have found Jarod? | |
Miss Parker | I don’t know. But somebody just put themselves in harm’s way. | |
Police Station | ||
Jarod | It doesn’t make sense. The same bomber, who was so intelligent he didn’t leave as much as a speck of DNA behind, accidentally blows himself up in his own mother’s house? | |
Chomsky | Don’t start with me Nobel. | |
Jarod | And why would he keep all of his bomb-making equipment in a box in the garage when he had his own basement workshop? | |
Chomsky | Maybe he was feeling the heat and was planning to make a move. | |
Jarod | I don’t think he’s our man. | |
Chomsky | Why? Is he left-handed? | |
Jarod | As a matter of fact, he is. | |
Chomsky | The issue of guilt is up to a jury. Our job, collect evidence. | |
Argyle Tower | ||
Bomb Forensics Lab | ||
Reporter | Now we have an exclusive with Officer Dan Carlson of the city Bomb Squad. So you defused his devices and brought him to justice. How does it feel to be the man who uncovered the Fax Bomber? | |
Carlson | I’m just glad this nightmare for the city is finally coming to an end. | |
Jarod | Not quite. | |
Broots House | ||
Miss Parker | Here. | |
Broots | What do you… what is this? What are you doing? Sweepers? In my house? That’s alright. That’s okay, it’s alright. | |
The Centre | ||
Miss Parker | He’s in the middle of the custody battle. The PI was trying to dig up something ont eh ex he could use in court. | |
Sydney | The plane ticket? | |
Miss Parker | Time for little Susie to fly home to Mommy. | |
Sydney | At least we’ve cleared him. | |
Miss Parker | Cleared him? He lied to the Centre. He never said anything about being married. | |
Sydney | He wanted his privacy. None of that justifies what we did. | |
Broots | You’re damn right. | |
Miss Parker | You’re late. | |
Broots | Well, I spent all morning on the phone with a lawyer. He dropped my case. | |
Sydney | Hmm. | |
Miss Parker | I’m sorry to hear that. | |
Broots | Mmm. Are you Miss Parker? Thanks to you, my daughter hasn’t stopped crying since last night. Tomorrow, I have to send her back to her mother, which is a place she doesn’t want to go. | |
Miss Parker | None of that has anything to do with the Centre. | |
Broots | I work here. I sold my soul to be in this place. I’m not selling her. So don’t mess with her, and don’t mess with me. | |
Jarod’s Lair | ||
Jarod | Hey Latham, what are you doing tonight? | |
Bomb Squad HQ | ||
Jarod | Hey, Carlson. | |
Carlson | What? | |
Jarod | You better take a look at this. | |
Carlson | What? Ugh. This is some kind of a hoax. Now we know that the Fax Bomber is in a hospital bed. | |
Jarod | Well, I guess he checked himself out. Let’s go. | |
Hotel | ||
Jarod | Main elevator banks? | |
Hotel Security | Right over there. | |
Jarod | Come on! | |
Carlson | Maybe we should wait for backup. | |
Jarod | And miss our chance to be heroes? Come on. Whoa, another Bad Betty. | |
Carlson | Oh, God. Let’s not rush into anything here? | |
Jarod | Oh look, he left a note. | |
Carlson | Careful, slow. This time it’s real. See? | |
Carlson | No! | |
Jarod | Forget it Carlson, this is the express. It wont stop for 60 floors. Oh-oh. Sixty floors if we’re lucky. | |
Carlson | What are you talking about? | |
Jarod | Barometric detonator. Designed to detonate at altitudes 600 or 700 feet. My guess is we’re good for 45, 50 floors, tops. | |
Carlson | We gotta get out of here! | |
Jarod | No, we’ve gotta defuse this bomb. | |
Carlson | No, there’s no time! | |
Jarod | Oh, there’s plenty of time. It should be easy for you. It’s just like all the other bombs you used to make. | |
Carlson | Huh? | |
Jarod | You know, the bombs you defused so you could be a hero just like your big brother was? | |
Carlson | Who the hell are you? | |
Jarod | Just your average, everyday miscreant. And someone who doesn’t think that Rachel Newton should have lost her eyesight so that you could be put in the limelight. | |
Carlson | Now, listen to me Jarod. I did not expect anybody to get hurt. | |
Jarod | Tell that to Curtis Haring. He was the guy you tried to blow up so you could cover your tracks. | |
Carlson | All right! That’s enough! Now, come on! Defuse this thing! | |
Jarod | Not so cool under pressure when it’s not your own bomb. But you see, people that plant bombs, they’re cowards at heart. And since I planted this one, I don’t want to stick around to watch it blow. Uh-oh. Twentieth floor. Better get to work. Hope you can figure out which wired to snip. Bye bye, hero. | |
Carlson | No, Jarod! Jarod! | |
Jarod | I guess that’s why they call it the express. | |
Bomb | 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… Kaboom. | |
Chomsky | You’re under arrest Carlson. | |
Curtis | … that all of you at city hall will pay egregiously for what has happened to me… | |
Mrs Haring | Are you sure you want to say that? | |
Curtis | Say what? | |
Mrs Haring | Egregiously? | |
Curtis | Who’s writing this letter? | |
Mrs Haring | I was only making a suggestion. | |
Curtis | It’s my letter. | |
Mrs Haring | Alright, already. What do you want from me? | |
Curtis | Ma! | |
Mrs Haring | You don’t even know what it means. | |
Curtis | Do too! | |
Mrs Haring | Well, I can spell it. | |
Curtis | Just write it! | |
Mrs Haring | E-G-R… | |
Curtis | Get my dictionary. | |
Mrs Haring | I’m not going in that smelly basement. | |
Curtis | Ohhh! THere’s a fly on me. | |
Mrs Haring | Egregiously | |
Curtis | A fly on me. Ahhh! | |
Huron River Institute For The Blind | ||
Jarod | Morning May. Where’s Rachel? | |
May | There’s something you should see. Took her about half hour to get down there. But she got there, all by herself. | |
The Centre | ||
Raines | He’s still searching Mr Parker. But we will find the leak. I promise you that. Did you find something Angelo? Keep working. Keep working. | |
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