Interrogation

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Oh, my God!

Ma'am? Ma'am,

can you give me your location?

Clearly, people here want some answers.

- Breaking news...

- We have confirmed...

- And the robbery happened around...

- At this time, information...

...don't go near this area.

...into the buildings here behind us...

The question on everyone's mind is how did

this situation get out of control here?

...so the pictures you're seeing,

this is a major incident.

...police have a suspect in custody.

What drives a person to commit a crime?

To destroy? To weaken someone's resolve?

Vengeance? Spite?

Religion?

Money?

Communities, cities, entire countries

are put beneath microscopes

and analyzed for their flaws,

their weaknesses, so that one individual

can find the smallest chink

in the system's armor

and benefit from it.

Clearly, this has been done

by an explosives expert.

- Police say...

- My name is Lucas Nolan.

I'm an interrogation specialist.

I elicit useful information

from a suspect,

build a rapport, and utilize

any techniques necessary to gather data.

At least, that's what the book says.

I'm good at it.

No, I'm great at it...

Peeling away every layer

of a person's mind

and uncovering a clue

at the root of a problem.

And if you know what you're looking for...

you can prevent it

all from ever happening.

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Code 236, we're under fire!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Officer pinned down, taking heavy fire!

Need backup!

All units, all units, please respond.

Officers need assistance.

Shots fired. Go to this location:

2543 North 6th Avenue.

All units, officers need assistance.

Shots fired.

Where the hell is that backup?

Who the hell are you?

Nolan, FBI. What do we got?

Suspect robbed the Bank of America.

Tracked his car here.

Four seconds a clip.

Probably an M4 automatic.

Five seconds to reload.

Hope he's consistent.

Hey, where are you going?

One, two, three, four...

- What the hell is he doing?

- I have no idea.

One, two, three, four.

Four seconds. You're out.

Sh*t.

How'd you know he was out?

Lucky guess.

Can I help you?

Are you in charge of bomb threats?

- Excuse me?

- You know,

this bomb is going to go off

at this place, at this time.

You should be really scared type of thing.

When exactly is this bomb gonna go off?

Now.

Show me your hands.

Show me your hands now!

Son of a b*tch.

On the ground. On your knees now!

All right, go through.

- Next. ID?

- Good to go.

- How bad is it?

- No casualties, but bad enough.

Sixty square blocks with no electricity.

It'll take at least 12 hours

to get it back online.

Good news, we still got power.

That's not good news.

We could have the day off.

Yeah, I heard that.

Next. All right, go through.

Next.

We should get this started.

A man who gives himself up like that

knows he's about to be interrogated.

- Who's our guy?

- He's a memory savant.

He remembers anything and everything.

And he plays back highlights

in his mind better than ESPN.

He's a walking, talking encyclopedia.

Never pretends he has

more knowledge than the suspect

to gain the upper hand because he does.

How is that possible?

- What'd I miss?

- Nice of you to join us.

Luke, you know Special Agent Sara Ward.

Anti-terror, right?

So what do we got on this guy?

Not much.

- Prints?

- Nope.

- He filed them off.

- Or burned them.

We're running his face through

the Bureau databases right now,

- but so far...

- I get it.

We got one wallet, empty.

Some kind of paint smudge on it

and a key with the letters

"MS" scratched onto it.

- How much time I got?

- You don't.

You think there's another bomb out there?

You two better be right about him.

I'm Lucas Nolan.

What's your name?

You tell me.

You read people for a living, don't you?

Dave. No, or is it Bob?

Or maybe a good old Tommy.

- You don't look like a Tommy.

- Mm.

I read books. Far less annoying.

Then let's talk about books.

"If a tree falls in a park

and there is no one to hear,

it is silent, invisible, nameless.

If we were to vanish,

there would be no tree at all.

All meaning would vanish along with us."

Let's talk about books now.

What's he doing?

Searching his memory house.

Am I the only one in here who doesn't know

what the f*** a memory house is?

It's a memorization technique.

You see, our visual memory

is the strongest,

so Lucas has created a home in his mind

to remember anything and everything.

That sounds like bullshit to me.

"If a tree falls in the park...

If we were to vanish,

there would be no tree at all.

All meaning would vanish..."

William Fossett.

Natural States,

originally published in 1754.

However, he stole his line

of thinking from Berkeley,

who asked the same question

44 years earlier

with his Treatise on the Principles

of Human Knowledge.

Section 45, if you wanna have a look.

He's a game-changer.

So you are familiar with the work.

It is a simple question, really.

Either you believe physical phenomena

can exist outside the realm

of human perception or you don't.

Come on. You must have an opinion.

I'll answer one of your questions,

you answer one of mine.

Sure.

- Where were you born?

- That's his question?

Iraq.

Match up immigration records,

photos, whatever you got.

Got it.

Iran, Syria, Egypt, Gaza.

He's playing us.

Does it matter?

Would you even be able

to tell the difference?

- Hmm?

- Okay.

- So you came here when you were...

- Ah, ah, ah.

You're going to have to

earn your next question.

I don't have time for games.

No, you don't,

but you're going to play anyway.

- What do you want?

- I want to be heard.

But for that to happen,

I need someone to listen.

And if I don't?

You'll find out in 27 minutes.

Becky?

Done.

America doesn't negotiate with terrorists.

It does today. And there are rules.

Do we understand each other?

I understand.

Good.

The rules are simple.

They are based on truth

in a world where everybody lies.

With the biggest liars winning elections

and the greediest companies thriving,

I am going to tell you the truth

about who I am and what I want.

Then I'm going to ask you a question

based on that truth.

You get it right, you win a prize.

You get it wrong, people die right now.

I want electronic countermeasures

on this building.

No wireless signals in or out.

Got it.

This whole nightmare of a country

is built on lies.

Everywhere you look, women with fake tits.

You turn on the television,

all you see are reality shows,

homes none of us own, a leader who says

he's going to take care of people.

Online, you have a thousand friends,

and not one in real life.

All lies.

And do you know which ones are the worst?

The ones you come to believe.

And what is the biggest lie of all?

...the biggest lie of all.

The American Dream.

Well done.

For that, you get a prize.

- One question, one answer.

- Where's the next bomb gonna go off?

Corner of Nicollet and 5th.

Get PD to evac the buildings for one

square block and set up a hard perimeter.

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