U.S. Marshals, out of the way!
Split up, split up!
JIMMY: Luke, right!
ANNIE: Marco, left! With me!
ells)
WOMAN: Baby!
Get him!
(screams)
Stop! U.S. Marshal!
Let's go.
You okay?
Come on!
Jump!
Marco, jump!
Ben Crowley, bounty hunter.
You fugitives-- always looking for the easy way out, huh?
See you around, Annie!
What are you doing?
You coulda had him!
There were three armed fugitives on that boat.
It was Ben Crowley.
I didn't know that!
I told you to jump.
Just give me a damn cup of coffee.
Well, you don't just marry the girl, Rick.
You marry the family, too.
No one told you?
I am not marrying your mother, Melanie.
But you are going to get the tux she picked out, right?
Because...
'Cause it'll make me happy.
All right. Purple cummerbund it is.
Spare some change?
Sorry, man.
What, you can't spare 50 cents?
Giving him money for booze isn't doing him any favors.
So you-you can tell he's a drunk just by looking at him?
I'm sorry, could you just leave us alone?
No. I don't think I will.
God. What a weirdo.
Yeah.
Oh, great.
He left his cooler.
Let me handle it.
(car alarm blaring)
(panting)
Oh, God...
(whimpers): Oh, my God...
I caught him up at Marina Lake.
He's got four warrants for drug trafficking.
Throw away the key, huh?
JIMMY: Don't look so mad, Boots.
If it wasn't for your boyfriend, we would've caught both of them.
We would've caught both of them
if Marco had done what I told him to do.
Marco thought he was jumping into a boat with three armed fugitives.
Come on. I knew it was Ben Crowley in that boat.
But Marco didn't.
That's why he should've listened to me.
I would not ask a member of my team
to risk their life, Jimmy.
Marco saw you charge a crazed fugitive
firing a machine gun a few weeks ago.
Druggan?
That's what this is about?
I thought we were past that.
No, we are.
But I can't speak for everyone else.
I need to be able to trust my team.
Hmm. We need to be able to trust you, too.
Listen, I've backed you up.
But if I get hit...
Marco comes for the both of us, and then Daisy,
and Luke, and right down the line, Annie.
I knew I was going to make it
before he had a chance to reload.
My point is, you're not just risking your own life.
This team's voluntary, right?
Yes, ma'am.
I do my job the way it needs to be done.
If anyone has a problem with that,
they can leave.
BEN: Hi, Annie.
Hey, Ben.
You get between me and a fugitive like that again,
it's gonna be you staring at four walls
instead of this guy.
Damn, I do love it when you get angry.
Look, the bounty on this jackass is $5,000.
I figure I owe you.
How about a nice dinner?
How about I don't date bounty hunters?
How about skip tracers or maybe
fugitive recovery specialists?
You date them?
Especially ones with Kesha
on their cell phones.
Really?
So you have been carrying around
my cell phone in your pocket
since you took it from me, huh?
Hmm.
Just so you know,
I am not giving up on dinner.
Thank you.
JIMMY: Annie, Annie.
We got a bomber.
ANNIE: Name's Carson Puckett.
He bombed a Burt's Coffee this morning.
Wounded five people, killed two.
Theodore Mack, Dr. Rick Elmore didn't survive the blast.
Elmore's fiancé
Melanie Robbins is undergoing surgery at Ben Taub.
The witness said Puckett talked to them
before the bomb went off.
Does Puckett have a connection to any of the victims?
Not that we know of.
I'll check with ATF and FBI,
see if they know anything we don't.
He served two years at Florida Stat Penitentiary forssault
with a deadly weapon.
He took a crowbar to a coworker's face
at a construction site-- nice.
He ran away from home. His mom and his siblings
still live in Florida, his dad's
just been in and out of jail his whole life.
Nice role model. Yeah.
So how'd we I.D. him?
ATF lifted prints from a cooler that he left behind.
It's how Puckett hid his bomb.
ATF and FBI-- they're running the criminal side of this.
We're running point, 'cause he has an outstanding warrant.
What's the warrant for? He skipped out
on an assault charge.
He was pulled over last month for drunk driving.
It ended with him taking a swing athe arresting officer.
Guy's got a problem with autrity, huh?
Yeah. I'll dig up the police report,
see if it sheds any light.
You know, Daisy's at the scene now,
gathering up a workup on the explosive.
Let's see
what she comes up with.
Daisy knows about bombs?
Yeah, she was HPD Bomb Squad.
You know, I don't get this guy.
I mean, taking out innocent people like that.
So he beats up a cop, he assaults a coworker.
We're talking about an angry guy here.
Yeah, but all his crimes before this
have just been spontaneous-- crimes of passion, of,
you know, rage.
Bombing-- that's calculated.
Premeditated. So how does
Carson Puckett turn
from a chronically angry man
into a bomber?
Where is he going next?
Rick Elmore's fiancé Melanie
just got out of surgery at Ben Taub.
Luke, you're coming with me.
I never even heard it go off.
I just went flying through the air and everything went black.
I'm hoping you can help me find him.
He got mad at Rick for not giving money
to a homeless guy.
He put the cooler
right under our table.
And then after the explosion,
he came back.
I saw him.
He was right in the window.
He looked right at me.
Did he say anything?
No.
He just stared.
With those sunglasses.
I never saw his eyes, but...
I won't forget him.
You know what, I can't bring your fiancé back,
but I can catch the man and I wi.
You know, he had a...
a patch on his jacket, on his arm.
You remember what it looked like? Yeah, it was
a lion, and it was holding a bird in its mouth.
All right, so if I brought
in a composite artist, you'd be able to describe it to him?
I ran the patch that Melanie described
through a Homeland Security database.
Insignia belongs
to a group called the Southeast Militia.
Antigovernment nut-jobs?
Yeah.
It's run by a guy named Norwood Hayes.
They actually got a compound out in the woodsear Aldine.
16-hour standoff before the Feds
had to raid the place.
If Puckett's holed up in this compound,
he might not come out quietly.
I'll call SWAT and SOG.
This isn't a cage
we want to rattle alone.
If Puckett's in that compound,
he's the one that's gonna be needing help.
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All right, we don't know if Norwood Hayes
is inside the militia compound.
Careful on your approach.
They don't have woods up in D.C. like this, do they, Luke?
Not complete with extremist nut-jobs, no.
Hey, are you from one of thos
Beltway families?
How many senators you know?
Come on. Me?
Yeah. No, I'm D.C. suburbs.
Myamily barely knows what the Beltway is.
You been up there?
D.C.?
Yeah, it's not really my thing.
There's a vehicle approaching.
Positive I.D. on Hayes.
Five others with him.
They've got guns.
We don't want that firepower moving inside. Let's roll.
(indistinct shouting)
U.S. Marshals! Drop the guns! Give me your hands!
Get on the ground! Get on the ground! Don't resist, don't fight back.
We're a legitimate political group
looking to bring about peaceful change to government.
You need this in the voting booth?
These guns are legal.
I'm looking for Carson Puckett.
You seen him?
The Southeast Militia does not confirm
or deny membership in any of our various localities.
ANNIE: You don't want to talk to me,
I'm gonna charge you with conspiracy,
with terrorism, two counts of murder...
What the hell are you talking about?
Carson Puckett bombed
a Burt's Coffee this morning.
You didn't know, did you?
I'd been trying to get Puckett to join for years.
I had him over a few times.
Out of the blue, he calls me one day,
says he's interested, so I let him stay in the back room.
When?
Uh... a few weeks ago.
How'd you meet him?
He was a day-laborer.
Dug ditches on a construction project
I worked a few years back.
Thought he'd be the perfect recruit. Oh, yeah?
Why is that? If you'd met him, you wouldn't be asking.
Look, Carson had a short fuse.
He was the kind of guy who'd walk into a bar
hoping somebody'd steal his seat.
So you take a bar brawler, and you mold him into a killer.
I had nothing to do with that.
We give angry men
a philosophy, a purpose.
Yeah.
But with Puckett,
anger was the philosophy.
Did he ever mention
the names Theodore Mack, Dr. Rick Elmore?
Never heard of 'em.
(sighs)
So, when exactly did he leave?
Yesterday morning.
He didn't show up for breakfast.
Expect him back anytime soon? Seriously doubt it.
Before he left, he stole 500 bucks and my jacket.
You got any other ideas about where he's going?
Other people he knew?
No, he didn't talk about himself that much.
Is this the room that Puckett slept in?
Yeah, yeah, that's-that's the spot.
It's a nice setup.
You guys ever entertain any ladies out here?
Uh, women are a distraction.
They're not allowed in the compound.
Hmm. Well, how do you explain this?
Condoms are used in homemade explosives.
It holds the lighter fluid, right, Norwood?
No wonder he was so interested in joining.
You taught him how to build bombs.
Didn't you?
(mutters)
Lying's only gonna hurt you more.
Come on.
Look, I taught him the basics, okay?
But I had no idea he was adding
the explosive component, I swear.
Arrest him, and his buddies.
But I cooperated. Yeah.
I'll make sure to tell the judge that at your sentencing.
Annie? Yeah.
Read this.
Addressed to Puckett from one Traci Zimmet.
He may not have been entertaining...
but he definitely had a lady.
It's a nice love letter, huh?
More like a hate letter.
Something tells me she's gonna talk.
Mm-hmm.
I just saw the news.
I can't believe what happened.
When's the last time you saw him?
About a month ago.
We got into a fight.
That's when he moved out.
Yeah, where was his job?
You got an address?
No, they were all under the table.
JIMMY: How'd y'all meet?
At a bar.
He punched out someone who was bothering me.
I thought it was romantic at the time.
Did he ever mention the names Dr. Rick Elmore,
Theodore Mack?
I don't think so.
You don't think that he's gonna come back here, do you?
I mean, I changed the locks, but still...
We're gonna catch him.
This all Puckett's mail?
Mind if we take this with us?
I was keeping it for him.
But not after today.
DAISY: Bomb squad analyzed the coffee shop bomb.
There's evidence of a condom filled with lighter fluid.
XL brand. He could have bought them anywhere.
Compliments of the Southeast Militia.
But the condom didn't ignite.
If Puckett had packed it right,
the whole place would have gone up in flames.
Okay.
I'm Carson Puckett...
and I'm angry.
Just make excuses
to lash out at people,
to... hurt them.
Something happened a month ago.
Something that I keep all to myself.
Quit going to work.
You hit the bottle.
You get pulled over
and assault the arresting officer.
My violence escalates.
You take your anger out on random strangers.
And I start building bombs.
(sighs)
From beating people up in bars
to planting bombs in coffee shops?
That's... That's a huge leap.
Whatever it is that happened a month ago must have been big.
I got the arrest report for Puckett's DUI.
Get this. Puckett blew a blood-alcohol of zero-zero.
That doesn't make sense.
His car was swerving for a half a mile,
but he wasn't drunk.
So if Puckett wasn't drunk, what was going on with him?
GIRL: Those look stupid.
So does your dress.
That was harsh.
Hmm. Welcome to the world.
Mommy says you can't trust someone
if you can't see their eyes.
Your mother's right.
(garbled radio transmission)
(siren blaring, garbled radio transmission)
Daisy, you sure it's clear in there?
Relax. Bomb squad boys know how to handle this.
Rando. Daisy.
How's things?
I was gonna ask you.
All clear inside. No cooler, no bomb.
Another slow day at the office?
I can't believe you left us.
Chicken. Psycho.
Now you gonna catch him, or what?
Count on it.
All clear. Puckett took his cooler with him.
You're positive he had the cooler inside your store?
Yes, ma'am. That's how I knew it was Carson Puckett.
Did he buy anything?
Just buying normal stuff.
Do you remember the items?
Yes, sir. He bought sunflower seeds,
sunglasses and condoms.
Did you see which way he went when he left?
He was walking northbound.
I called just as soon as he left.
Okay. Thank you very much for your help.
He's got another cooler, Annie, which means
he's got another bomb.
So what's his next target?
Hey.
Let me ask you kids a question.
Yeah? What kind of question?
Look over there? What do you see?
Look yourself, you weirdo.
I'm asking you a favor.
Tell me what you see!
I don't know. A gym?
Describe the people in the window.
Dude with long hair and
skinny chick, and a dude with a red sweatshirt.
Dude with the red sweatshirt-- he's still
on the treadmill, right? Yeah.
See?
It's nice to help people.
(explosion)
LUKE: Annie?
Luke!
Talk to me. Puckett cut that gym in half.
Three dead so far, 13 injured, two of which are in critical.
I want names.
We got Patty Graham, Matt Larkin and Jordan Roush.
The bomb was placed between them.
Okay, I'm gonna need their files.
Everything we can find out about these people.
Annie? Yeah?
Puckett stuck around to watch.
Just like at the coffee shop.
I got something from the bag of mail
that Puckett's girlfriend gave us.
Might be a link between Puckett
and the bombing at Burt's Coffee.
Puckett's medical bill?
Melanie's fiancé, Rick Elmore, was a doctor.
Yeah, but I checked his records,
and Puckett wasn't a patient of his.
Not at his office. This is from the Houston Community Clinic.
Volunteer place.
Dr. Elmore worked there twice a month.
No good deed goes unpunished.
So you think Elmore was Puckett's doctor?
We're sure as hell gonna find out.
Hey, we're good, right?
Yeah. We're good.
U.S. Marshals, ma'am.
We need to know if Carson Puckett was a patient
of Dr. Elmore's.
I cannot give you that information.
MARCO: He already killed
one of the doctors that worked here.
Never know where he might strike next.
That supposed to scare me?
Honey, I am not losing my job over this.
I understand.
You can't break the law,
but maybe you happen to look up his file
just for your own peace of mind?
Maybe accidentally you left it out here,
right on the counter.
And we walked by, we grabb it.
Nobody blames you.
And you won't have to feel guilty
when you see his next victim on TV.
Puckett was Elmore's patient,
but only for one visit a month ago.
That's right around the time
Puckett started to go off the deep end.
He said he felt dizzy, wanted lots of tests.
Elmore refused to treat him, though.
Said he was drunk.
Puckett claims he wasn't drinking.
So it's the same as the DUI stop?
He's acting drunk, but there's no alcohol?
Well, but drunk or not, he started yelling,
and Elmore banned him from the clinic.
And a month later he blows
Elmore up in a coffee shop?
Just for calling him a drunk?
I don't know. Maybe he really is sick.
He's looking for somebody to blame.
Puckett said his condition was work-related.
Look who he put down as his work contact.
Jordan Roush. One of our gym victims.
So he listed Roush as the foreman, along with this guy.
Craig Wilson, the owner of the company.
There's three names on this form.
Elmore, Roush, and Wilson.
And two of them are already dead.
We got to find Wilson now.
Baby, no. The white peaches are a dollar more.
Well, when our darling daughter gets a job,
she can buy all the organic white peaches she wants, okay?
Honey, I-I-I got a call.
I'll see you when I get home.
Okay. Bye.
Craig Wilson.
PUCKETT: You should buy her the white peaches.
Who is this?
(tires squeal)
You knew. Didn't you?
Puckett?
I got one question for you.
All right, guys. We got to find Craig Wilson.
Let's make sure this place is clear.
U.S. Marshals! Everybody, clear out. Let's go. Come on.
Okay, you got to clear out!
Vendors, too, ma'am. Come on. Mr. Wilson.
I'm a U.S. Marshal. I need you to come with me. What?
I got him.
Annie, wait!
(crowd screaming)
(groans)
Annie?
What?
Keep your eyes open, you hear me?
Where's Puckett?
Don't worry about Puckett.
Just keep your eyes open, okay?
Go get Puckett.
(siren wails)
We're gonna get this son of a bitch.
Yeah.
Come here.
Carson Puckett.
Why did he come here to kill you?
I don't know who that is.
This has nothing to do with me.
This has everything to do with you.
We came here to save your life
and just sent one of our own to the hospital.
Now, Jordan Roush,
your foreman at your company, is dead.
I want to talk to my lawyer.
What? My lawyer.
I am not answering any more questions.
MAN: Annie?
How do you feel?
(slurring) I'm-I'm okay.
Pupils sluggish.
Slurred speech.
Get her upstairs.
I want an MRI, stat.
Any news from Annie?
No. Not yet.
Wilson isn't telling us something.
Maybe he fired Puckett.
One of his former employees is blowing people up
out of revenge.
Maybe Wilson's afraid he's going to get blamed or sued.
That could explain why Puckett went after Wilson and Roush.
What about the doctor?
Nothing yet, but we
can't keep Wilson in protective custody against his will.
I'll charge him with obstruction.
Wilson knows something.
We find out what,
we might find Puckett.
(water running)
What is that? What are you doing?
Don't worry. It's just contrast dye.
Helps us see better.
(water running)
No.
We have to use this.
It keeps your head still, okay?
Ah...
(screaming)
ANNIE: Dark sunglasses.
That swerve in his car.
He's acting drunk, but there's no alcohol.
He's feeling his way out.
I need a phone.
TECH: You need to hold still,
or we can't get a clear picture.
You have to let me out of this thing.
I need to call my office.
BEN (over speaker): Annie, chill. All right?
Ben?
ANNIE: What are you doing here?
Well, I heard what happened.
So I wanted to make sure you're still good-looking.
You got to get them to stop this thing.
I...
I need to talk to Jimmy.
If she has a serious head injury,
we need to know about it now.
Annie, how 'bout this?
You let these folks finish, and I'll relay a message.
Ben...
Annie...
There's no angles here, okay?
Let me help you.
I just got a text from Annie.
She's working from the hospital?
That's a good sign.
She said Puckett might be going blind.
Blind?
Mm-hmm.
I looked into Craig Wilson's company.
He underbids on jobs cleaning up toxic chemicals.
If Annie's right about Puckett going blind,
could be the cause of it.
Would explain why Puckett's so angry.
I mean, the guy works with his hands, manual lab.
Yeah, he goes blind, he's got nothing, Marco.
So Puckett gets sick on the job.
Kills the doctor who refused to treat him.
He kills his foreman, and tries to take out
the owner of the company.
Then bombs the people that made him sick.
You push this guy, and he pushes back ten times harder.
Puckett's already got his first two targets.
But not his third.
So what's ten times worse than killing Craig Wilson?
Might be going after his family.
All right, let's find him. Come on.
MAN (over speaker): Attention.
McKinley High School field trip
now boarding, platform B.
Excuse me.
You're Craig Wilson's daughter, right?
I used to work for your dad.
Hey! I need to know which one of these busses is going
to San Antonio.
These busses do not move, you got that?
What do we got? Puckett was spotted ten minutes ago.
Wilson's daughter's on this bus to San Antonio
for a school field trip. All right, listen up!
I want a perimeter set up.
I want everyone checked coming off these busses.
Everybody, out of the bus. Let's go.
Get these kids off. Come on.
Come on.
Follow him. Come on. Move, move.
Hey.
You're coming with me, okay?
Mam. Ma'am!
She needs to be taken to protective custody
till we contact her mother.
All right. Roger that. Let's go.
(beeping)
Come on.
Go, go, go.
Jimmy, we've got an active device timing down.
Bomb squad's on the way, all right? We don't have time to wait.
All right, go ahead.
Hey! What the hell are you doing?
I'm going in. Unless you got a better idea.
JIMMY: Listen up.
Puckett likes to watch. All right?
So let's spread out and see if we can find him, okay?
Marco.
(beeping)
(groans)
All right.
Just like old times.
Everyone, back this way!
You guys, out! (panicked clamoring)
Everybody, this way!
Move! Let's go!
Clear out!
Hey.
Sorry, sir. All right. Keep moving.
Son of a bitch.
(beeping)
(beeping continues)
Damn it.
(beeping continues)
Marco! Marco!
He was here, watching the whole time.
We missed him.
How much time, Daisy?
(beeping continues)
32 seconds.
All right. Listen. Clear out.
No
I'm almost there.
(beeping)
Daisy!
19, 18, 17...
(beeping continues)
Come on, Daisy. Come on, now.
Where is she?
She's still there.
13, 12...
Eleven...
(beeping continues)
(beeping stops)
(sighs)
Time's up.
There she is.
Thank God.
(panting)
What the hell were you thinking?
You're insane, you know that?
I could use a drink.
Tell me you found Puckett.
No.
What's the word?
Minor concussion.
I'm gonna be okay.
Thank God-- 'cause I
bought you a new phone,
and I'd hate for it to go to waste.
Yeah, see, I saw how much you loved mine.
No. Don't worry,
see, this one has my pictures
on it, too, so...
(sighs)
Mm.
As long as there's no Kesha on here.
No, I know you're more of a Lady Gaga type of girl anyways.
(laughs)
(big sigh)
They won't let me leave.
(soft groan) You really are the worst patient in the world.
I can't do my job if I'm stuck in bed.
Your job is what got you here in the first place.
You don't get it.
Oh, really?
Okay, let me take a wild guess.
Getting hurt makes you feel vulnerable.
I'm not the vulnerable type.
Aw.
I kind of like that.
We should talk about this, over dinner.
Oh, you are persistent.
Mm-hmm.
(murmurs): Hey, come on.
Come on, smile.
It's okay.
I can't.
Puckett's still out there.
♪ ♪
Time to talk.
When are you gonna give me back my cell phone?
It is wrong for you to keep... I'm not the EPA,
the IRS or the FBI.
I'm a U.S. Marshal, and the only thing that I care about
is catching a bomber who's killed five people
and put my partner in the hospital.
You want to play games?
You see this?
This cooler had a bomb in it...
intended for your daughter.
What?
Yeah.
(whispers): Oh, God.
(sighs) I should've stopped this a long time ago.
(beeps briefly)
JIMMY: Methanol?
Puckett claimed he had methanol poisoning.
And you had your foreman fire him.
God help me.
He called me today at the farmers market.
He wanted to know which site made him sick.
So, which one was it?
(trembling breath)
The train yard.
Hey, you can't be in here, man.
It's dangerous. Take me to downtown Houston.
I want everyone to fan out.
I want a hard-target search of all these trains.
Daisy, you're with me. Luke, Marco, take the left.
Wilson said the methanol tankers come in on the third track.
JIMMY: Let's go. Push through.
DAISY: Jimmy!
Puckett's here.
It could be on this train. If he blows one
of these methanol containers, this whole yard goes sky high.
Along with all the other chemicals on this track.
Come here.
Call the bomb squad and clear all
your men out now, understand?
Let's go. Move!
(train whistle blows)
CONDUCTOR: Please, I got a family!
PUCKETT: I said do it! I'm not killing people!
MARCO: Carson Puckett!
Stay back!
Move this train now.
Told you I'm not taking this train anywhere.
When you get a clean shot, you take it.
Let's find the bomb. I'll go high, you go low.
Let him go, Puckett. It's over.
Not yet, but it will be soon.
MARCO: Where is the bomb?
It's not here, Jimmy.
I can't find it.
I found it.
How much time?
Not enough. Run!
(Puckett gasps)
(gunshot)
You okay?
Yeah.
MARCO: Hey.
♪ ♪
(phone vibrates)
This a good time?
Sure, Melanie. Come on in.
I'm on my way home.
They're releasing me.
How are you doing?
I'm alive.
Ears still ringing?
Yeah. Wonder if it'll ever stop.
I saw on the news that you got the guy.
Yeah, my team got him.
Had to come by and say thanks.
You, uh, you ever find out why he did it?
There's no reason good enough.
I keep thinking that Rick's gonna be there when I get home.
It's just hard, you know?
When you know that you've found the right one.
It'll stop in a couple days.
The ringing.
Hey...
How you doing?
(chuckles)
You said something about needing a drink?
Come on.
(Luke and Daisy murmuring)
♪ ♪
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