Interrogation Page #4

I could give a sh*t about any of this.

Did he give you a name?

Vasti. Vasti Radan.

I'm on it.

Oh, God.

If I had known it was him,

I swear I would have turned him in.

How much did he take?

- A lot.

- Oh, Christ...

Show us, please.

It's like these drums here.

Take him outside.

Okay, so he stole two barrels off you.

A little over a week ago.

What kind? What's its application?

- It's the powder form.

- Go ahead.

It's highly conductive.

Add formaldehyde and you can

mold it into shaped charges

or apply it to pretty much anything.

Like what?

Plaster, concrete, paper, paint even.

We use it mainly to pour into drilled,

reinforced concrete supports,

then let it dry for three days and then...

- ...we detonate.

- Oh, Christ.

Guys.

Don't move.

Vasti Radan. Very little on him.

We did get a hit on his father,

a Magid Radan.

Tax records show that he worked for

a private security agency

called Simons Security.

It's basic rent-a-cop

that contracts out to federal agencies.

He was good for three years,

then he was found drunk on the job.

Company fired him,

he lost everything and more.

He was sued for unpaid debts.

His home was foreclosed on.

He fell off the map.

Two years later, he was found

dead in an alley in Chinatown.

- So this is personal.

- Good.

- How the hell is any of this good?

- That means his targets aren't random.

There's a... a method behind them,

a logic pattern.

But what pattern? That's the question.

I'm not sure yet.

All right, what do you wanna do?

Ask him.

Book her.

Do you miss your dad?

Hmm. She told you my name.

Yep. You wanted her to.

- And why would I do that?

- So I can figure out why you did it.

What you want is locked up in here.

I don't think you have the time...

or the talents to unlock this vault.

Seems a waste of water

to wash a car in the rain.

Power grid, water mains, gas lines.

He's got a blueprint to

the entire city's infrastructure.

- Hey, Why'd you turn the water off?

- Water mains.

Explosion reported. 935 5th Avenue.

- He just hit the...

- The water department.

And two substations.

They're shutting down the pumps.

- All of them. And without water...

- The fire department can't fight fires.

Eric, he is finished.

Get him in the car. We're taking him

back to the federal building.

What's it going to be, Lucas?

- More talking?

- No.

I've done enough of that. It's your turn.

Tell me everything I know.

You know my father was a drunk.

He was fired from his job

and lost everything.

And you know or should know or will know

that my mother died six months after that.

I lived on the streets and was forced

to fend for myself, educate myself.

Everything I am today is because

of a system of people like you.

You know that I have over a thousand pounds

of high explosives somewhere in the city

and that I am not afraid to detonate them.

But what you don't know

is where or really why.

Now, you can take me

to Gitmo and torture me,

but we both know that won't work.

And you can even offer me money,

but you know I would only laugh

in your smug face.

Hey, hey, hey, come on!

Get him off! Get off!

- Come on!

- Lucas! Lucas!

Get him in the car.

You take yourself so seriously.

Go home. That's an order. Go.

Got a wallet with some kind of

paint smudge on it.

It's a powder form. Highly conductive.

Add formaldehyde and you can

mold it into shaped charges

or apply it to pretty much anything.

Like what?

...paint even.

Paint.

Some kind of paint smudge on it.

I gotta go.

Hey, hey!

It's okay, let him go.

What are you doing here, Lucas?

- Evidence.

- What?

Vasti Radan's wallet. I need it.

Lucas, you can't take that.

I need an explosives test kit.

There you are.

- What are you doing?

- Just give me a minute.

The paint. He mixed explosives with paint.

- A building?

- Maybe.

There's over 200,000 in the city alone.

It'll take months to check

every single one of them.

We need to find out where he worked.

It would have something

to do with painting.

Commercial painting, uh,

I need you to find out where.

There's no job records,

there's no EDD filings,

there's no tax records for a Vasti Radan.

- He used an alias.

- What alias?

I need a name.

Let's talk about books, then.

"If a tree falls in the park

and there is no one to hear..."

William Fossett.

A William Fossett

was terminated from his position

at a commercial painting company

after starting three days ago.

His employer, Bleaker Paint Works,

filed a charge for a trespass

and illegal entry into their warehouse.

Seems like he stole some supplies.

When the PD checked the address,

it didn't exist.

I need his most job recent site, Beck.

They were contracted to paint

the inside of the Federal Reserve Bank.

- You did it, Lucas.

- I didn't.

- Get Eric.

- Yeah.

No answer. Sh*t.

I was starting to think

you weren't going to make it.

How are you holding up, buddy?

Wanna tell me

what the hell you're doing, Lucas?

- Solving a case.

- No, you're the case now.

Bring him back, turn yourself in.

- Can't do that, Eric.

- We talked to Becky.

We know about the Federal Reserve.

EOD teams are en route now.

They won't find it.

- What are you talking about?

- The paint.

It takes three days to dry.

He quit three days ago.

He's gonna detonate it and he doesn't

think we can stop him in time.

Hold on, hold on!

Sh*t.

Okay, so what do you wanna do?

I'm gonna give him a choice:

life or death.

You wanna take him inside?

About America. How unfair it is.

So he wants to burn

the Federal Reserve to the ground.

But I don't think he's willing

to die to make his point.

- And if you're wrong?

- I'm not.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Stop backseat driving!

Maybe he's onto something.

He hasn't steered us wrong yet.

Yeah, well, he hasn't steered us

right yet either.

Priority command,

Special Agent Lucas Nolan.

He's heading to the Federal Reserve

with a suspected terrorist.

I want them stopped.

Freeze!

Put your hands up! Knees!

Now!

Put it down! Drop it!

- Drop it!

- You drop it!

Freeze! I'm FBI.

- You put it down!

- I said drop it! Now! Now!

Kick it over.

Get up.

That was fun.

Just act normal or I'll shoot you.

Lucas Nolan, FBI.

I need to speak to someone in charge.

Edward Watson, building facility manager.

Everyone's cleared out

of the building now.

Okay, good. Was the bank painted recently?

Uh, yes.

How much of the bank

was painted, Mr. Watson?

Well, everything.

Over 200,000 square feet.

- How much time do we have?

- Not enough.

What you want is locked up in here.

I don't think you have the time

or the talents to unlock this vault.

Did they paint the vault?

- Uh, yes.

- Take us there, please.

Uh, this way.

- Do you still have power?

- Uh, some.

Backup generator's enough

to run basic systems.

- Surveillance cameras?

- Uh, no.

Not until power's restored,

but that won't happen till 6:00 PM.

Check down there.

Down here.

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