Interrogation Page #3

Well, here's your dignity.

Hey, friend, spare a dollar?

Hey!

- Bullshit.

- Hey, man.

Special Agent Bennett.

So?

So... ass-face,

I want you to tell me

if you have seen this man before.

No.

You sure about that?

Someone not quite

so rosy white walks in here,

I'm pretty sure you'd remember that.

I'm sure.

If that face showed up in here,

I'd remember.

So whatever you a**holes

came in here for, it ain't here,

so why don't you do a little 180

and get the hell out of my bar?

Unlike you, most people know

where they're not wanted.

Mm.

So what do you make of that?

Looks like he was exactly

where he was wanted.

Whoo!

So you believe all this garbage?

What, that whites are superior?

Mm-hmm. Better.

You know, I read a lot.

Even disgusting crap like Mein Kampf.

You know what I know for sure?

Is that behind hate is fear.

You're just a coward.

Yeah, behind all this bravado,

you're just a scared little c*nt.

- Hey, don't move!

- Stay back!

- Don't move!

- Sit down. Now.

- Don't move.

- I know you've seen him.

F*** you!

- Hey!

- Don't move.

Sit down.

What about you? Have you seen him?

'Cause I've got all day

to bounce your head off this bar.

Yeah, I've seen him a few times.

Where does he live?

- I know the dude. I don't f*** him.

- Why was he here?

I'm guessing it wasn't for

the hospitality and hors d'oeuvres.

- Freeze!

- Don't move.

The feds, man! Heads up!

Detonators.

Thanks, man.

Well, that was stupid.

Probably.

No, definitely.

You should've waited for backup.

You're too smart to let it get personal.

You get stupid again and you're out.

The detonators are military grade.

- Digital timers.

- Explosives?

- Nothing.

- What do you mean nothing?

This place is clean.

No explosives anywhere inside.

You gotta give me

something better than that.

Well, one of the detonator units

was missing from the box.

- That's the best I got.

- Sh*t.

I'm gonna go see if they know anything.

Mm-hmm.

They won't know anything more.

He kept his bomb components separate

so only one can be compromised at a time.

But he lives close.

I bet we'll find our explosives there.

- How can you be sure?

- He has no ID, no driver's license.

He doesn't come up on any CCTV matches,

so he doesn't take the bus or train.

Too much surveillance.

You keeping it together, Luke?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

'Cause you don't look fine.

Come on, this is undignified.

I've seen him a few times.

Where does he live?

Do you think any one of them

would stop on the street

and give you a quarter

if you were starving?

Unbelievable.

No, I've never seen him before.

What's he doing?

Proving that no good deed goes unpunished.

Oh, thanks.

Yeah, he lives right around the corner...

- Let's go!

- Come on, let's go.

Prepare to move.

Follow where they're going.

You're the boss. Let's go.

Talk to me.

Had one wallet, empty.

...a key with the letters

"MS" scratched on it.

...a key with the letters

"MS" scratched on it.

"MS" was scratched into the key, right?

Melissa Smith, apartment 34.

Wait.

He's smarter than this. He wanted us here.

It's either part of the game

he has us playing or it's a trap.

I want EOD at Jackson and Grant now.

Yep, I got it.

All right, just got a hit

on Melissa Smith.

She's 35, clerical worker,

unmarried, no children.

Facebook page says she

likes cats and Internet dating.

No Social Security, no driver's license.

It's an alias. She doesn't exist.

Perfect alias. Wouldn't raise any flags.

Okay, guys, this is taking too long.

Almost there.

We're all good. No booby traps.

- We still need a warrant.

- Yeah, you get on that, Sara.

What are they?

Power grid. Water mains.

Gas lines. Internet.

He's got a blueprint

to the entire city's infrastructure.

Bring him up.

- This is a crime scene.

- The real crime hasn't happened yet.

Do it.

Bring him up.

What are you?

Let's find out.

Well, make yourselves at home.

Uh, be careful with that, please.

- Well?

- You're jerking me around.

You're only starting to figure that out?

But you led us here on purpose.

Who says I led you anywhere?

You're calling the shots.

What I do know is that

you want me to keep playing.

You've already lost.

Well, then you won't mind if I walk.

It's hard playing against yourself.

Okay.

I want you to keep playing.

Then you're gonna have to make this

much more interesting.

- What do you want?

- I want to change the world.

Is that why you paint?

To change your world?

The world's an ugly place.

You wanna make it beautiful, so you paint?

You need a blank canvas, am I right?

Everything around us is fake, Lucas.

Why shouldn't I burn it down?

You must've had a f***ed-up childhood.

To end up like this, living like this,

I mean, you got some serious issues.

But we both know where they came from.

Really? And where is that, Lucas?

Women.

Did some woman break your heart?

Was it Mommy?

She didn't love you enough?

Whatever it is,

it's clear that you hate women.

You think you know me.

You don't know sh*t.

Just got a hit on Melissa Smith.

It's an alias. She doesn't exist.

She likes cats and Internet dating.

...Internet dating.

Internet dating...

Wait, is that his laptop?

Not surprising. He used private browsing.

Nice hack. I see Becky's been

rubbing off on you a bit.

We need to get her on the phone right now.

- What's up?

- Beck, MNluvconnect.

Run any woman he might've met

in the last six months

against construction companies,

uh, demolition firms,

commercial contractors, anyone you can

cross-reference with explosives.

A password would be great.

Seems to me like you have

two options, Lucas.

You can get a warrant, or you can ask me.

Not enough time for one,

too much pride for the other.

Pity. You were doing so well.

If we wanna stop him, we have

to let him think he's in control.

Sh*t.

Oh, now you've gone and done it.

- The f*** did you do, hmm?

- Nothing.

It was him. I'm sitting right here.

Fifty seconds and she blows, Lucas.

- Stop it.

- Shoot me.

- Throw it out the window.

- He can't do that.

He knows the answer he needs is inside.

He throws it out,

he has nothing, and I win.

Tick-took, tick-tock, brother.

Here I am, an open book

with all the information

right there in front of you.

"If a tree falls in the park

and there's no one to hear,

it is silent, invisible, and nameless."

- Philosophy.

- Do it.

This is seriously messed up.

And we are... in.

Got ya.

Yep. Thanks.

- Joan Marian.

- And I care why?

'Cause she's co-owner of Marian

Demolition, and their demo is explosives.

Her name came up

on our boy's little sex site.

- Where?

- Richmond.

Let's go.

Let's move!

Hey, you can't go in there!

Joan Marian? Special Agent Eric Bennett.

What is this about?

Oh, I think you have

a good idea what it's about.

Oh, God.

Is there anything

you wanna tell us, Mrs. Marian?

Um... I'm unhappy in my marriage.

I went on a dating website

and he pinged me,

and so we went out on a date...

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