(chattering)
I'll be right back for the pint of stout.
(I "I Must Not Think Bad Thoughts" by)Q
(music louder)
(rumbling)
(screaming)
Sir?
Is your party gonna show? We like to reserve booths for four people or more.
Emergency operator. May I have your name?
(screaming)
(TV) Rockets and Sonics tied at 80...
calls it one of the best new shows of the season.
Sundays after football...
This feed is live from the Embassy Road district in the nation's capital.
At ten minutes after midnight, an explosion ripped through the Queen's Arms -
a popular pub frequented by British diplomats.
Witnesses reported seeing a fireball that blew out the front of the pub,
sending lethal projectiles, shards of glass and splintered wood flying blocks away.
Authorities in the DC area responded quickly to the tragedy.
The first emergency vehicle arrived less than two minutes after the explosion.
The number of victims has taxed the resources of the nearest emergency room.
- They haven't called you. - They will.
Authorities have yet to determine a cause...
(beeper)
The possibility of a terrorist attack cannot be dismissed.
The number of casualties has now been confirmed at 13 dead,
20 in critical condition.
The FBI and the ATF have been notified...
- How long will you be away? - Till we're certain it won't happen again.
Rescue volunteers are working to save aw victims still trapped in the rubble.
Can we get a medic?
I read the reports. Anything new?
Conclusive evidence that it was a bomb.
RDX residue, probably Semtex. Other than that, nothing.
- What agencies are involved? - Name them. The Bureau, ATF, DC Metro.
No egos. People just want to get it done. Jack Pierson's heading the task force.
At 12.20am,
the Washington Post received the first call claiming responsibility.
It was made from a payphone at 28th and Lincoln, West District.
Forensics is examining the booth for prints.
Take heed, agents of ZOG. Tonight's hellfire is only the beginning.
Our capital's been designated a kill zone as prophesied in 'The Turner Diaries'.
The covenant of ZOG will be overthrown.
True Americans have renounced this bastard son of freedom and justice.
Repent! Abolish the IRS! The people will prevail.
We're going through the NSTL. Agent Mills.
No intelligence reports of increased militia activity.
An English pub isn't a likely target.
This next call is scarier - received 23 minutes after the incident.
Tonight at ten after midnight,
the ANO claims 13 lives as payment for the continuing oppression of our people.
Withdraw your support for the Zionists.
AND - Abu Nidal Organisation.
Maybe the Fatah Revolutionary Council feels left out of the peace talks.
There's a time discrepancy.
For the media, we established the time of the blast at 12.10.
In actuality, detonation was dead on at 12.
This next call, received ten minutes prior.
It's a code similar to IRA bomb alerts used in England.
(telephone touch-tones)
Those tones correspond to the numbers 5-2-2-6-6-6.
The pub is a hang-out for British Embassy employees.
The State Department's given us background on the victims.
That's the seat of the explosion.
If you'd been in that booth at detonation, your flesh would have been Kleenex.
- Agent Pierson? - Yeah?
- Found this 200 feet down the street. - Part of the detonator.
- Whoever built it didn't take any chances. - Chances?
See these wires? Three too many.
Built-in redundancy so that if the first system failed, there'd be two backups.
May I?
Briefcase. Probably placed beneath the booth.
Egyptian make.
The bomb was professional. The placement was not.
A waitress could have found it. A customer kicking it would have discovered it.
I'll check it out. Cover our bases.
Agent Pierson? Nightline is covering the bombing tonight.
Kopel wants a representative to explain the psychology of someone
who could shred 13 complete strangers.
- Frank? - I have a job.
IRA. British brand.
British pub. He was in it.
He? You feel we're not dealing with foreign co-conspirators?
A political terrorist would be far from the scene.
He was here, watching.
Ah. He was here all right.
My own preference is to imagine girls who wouldn't date me.
He was excited.
Anticipating what was about to happen.
And at midnight last night he got his release.
Emergency operator. May I have your name?
(heavy breathing)
(indistinct voices on police scanner)
It's five after one - time for the noon meeting. Let's hear it.
A partial serial on the receiver casing.
Checking manufacturers to determine location of purchase.
- Briefcase. - Egyptian make.
This particular latch is used on three
brands and ten models, so there's thousands,
but we're checking for recent sales.
This is a list of the morning canvass. Updates on the hour.
- Caller's prints? - Full index, partial thumb.
We're running it through NCIC, CPIC and Interpol.
That's a start. The device we're recovering
is highly sophisticated with a backup system,
so we know this guy has expert knowledge of both electronics and explosives.
This guy'?
We believe an individual set it off,
witnessing the aftermath from a nearby vantage point,
and we fully expect him to obsessively follow this investigation.
You mean in the press?
Closer. From his home.
The bomb was complex, intricate -
perhaps overly so.
I believe this trait extends to his obsessions.
Expect to find an array of eavesdropping devices.
Scanners, cellphone cloners, RF receivers.
He's listening to every transmission we make.
It's his way of inserting himself into the chaos - the chaos he creates.
That's why we're changing the protocol.
All communication will be conducted through hard line only.
No one is to use their cellular phone... except Frank Black.
(woman) Alison said she heard it was a bomb and I just pray it was a gas leak...
(garbled voices)
(Frank) Got a confirmation on that? Did we get a vapour trace analysis?
It was positive. Semtex. Probably stolen from the military.
Have the armoury check its inventory.
Riley and Johnson are looking into Fort
McNair. I'll check the Washington Navy Yard.
Call you in an hour. We're getting close.
- How long do we chump for him? - As long as it takes.
I'm gonna try a different cell site.
(phone rings)
Yeah.
Hello?
(touch-tones)
(hangs up)
Contact.
The instant you hit the send button, we're onto it.
We got every piece of equipment ever invented.
Court orders are signed, phone company's on board.
- All we need to do is keep him on line. - How long?
- Depends. From a land line... - He'll use a cloned cellphone.
- Right. Absolutely. And if he's smart... - He is.
- He'll use several in rotation. - It'll be impossible to trace.
No, not impossible. Very hard to trace, not impossible.
If we lock onto his signature frequency, we can use RF call trace.
It's only a ten-second delay to track cell
sites, cell faces, hand-offs, signal strength.
Then we can close in the circle, pinpoint his location.
The key is keeping him on line until we lock in.
Now all we have to do is wait.
How long have you been up?
About 37 hours.
Can't sleep on a plane.
(phone rings)
Whoa.
- Yeah? - (touch-tones)
- Who is this? - Hello.
Who is this?
A star.
(phone rings)
- Yeah? - Well, that was rude.
- I thought you'd wanna talk to me. - Who the hell is this?
The one you've been working so hard to find.
Prove it.
RDX.
C-4. Home-made.
Underneath the booth in the back.
- I wanna help you. - You wanna stop me, don't you?
You do your job, you'll be famous.
A real star. Isn't that right, star?
All I wanna do is communicate. That way we can help each other.
First I need a name. What do I call you?
I already gave you my name.
Kaboom? What kind of name is that? Sounds like that little guy in The Flintstones.
- Lost it. - That was "Kazoo", by the way.
Frank, you believe the tone was appropriate?
He enjoys the sport. He'll call back.
He gave us less than two minutes.
We did get a frequency and sector grid.
Unleash the hounds.
I know the Rock Creek area.
Nolan, Takahashi and I will take the northwest corner and go south.
OK. We'll take the Mill Creek Cemetery and move north.
Once we confirm his signature frequency,
we'll lock on and triangulate to pinpoint his location.
Charlie One, this is Charlie Two. We're in position at 1300 Lincoln and Carolina.
- Copy, Charlie Two. - (Phone rings)
(touch-tones)
- Yeah? - (hangs up)
Every 15 minutes for the last three hours straight.
Is there a way to confirm the calls are coming from the same location?
No. The duration of the calls is too short.
It's calculated to burn us out. He's planning something for today.
(phone rings)
5.17. He's breaking the pattern.
- Yeah? - Frank, it's Catherine.
- I'm worried. You haven't called. - I have to call you back.
Frank, wait. Jordan...
(phone rings)
- Hello? - Catherine, I'm so sorry.
My cellphone's being monitored.
Monitored? Frank, what's going on?
I know you can't tell me the specifics, but are you all right?
- Jordan had a nightmare about you. - (Phone rings)
Frank'?
- Yeah? - (touch-tones)
- Yeah? - Getting any sleep, Frank?
Shouldn't let it keep you from calling Catherine.
(Frank) You must be pretty tired yourself.
No rest for the weary.
All work and no play makes a dull boy.
Charlie Two, this is Charlie One. Signature frequency is 835561257.
Copy, Charlie One. On the way.
What! Do is not work, Frank. It's an.
My palette is fire, glass and blood.
It's a fleeting alt - it lasts only a fraction of a second -
but the effect is profound. Permanent.
And if you're lucky - you happen to look in the right direction at the right time -
you might get to see my creation.
- When? - Later... today.
- Got him. - Charlie One, just read a hand-off.
Cell 67 and cell 54. He's travelling.
- The signal indicates southeast. - He's in a car. Turn left now.
I touch people in a deep, lasting way.
- A life-altering way. - You're really a very important man.
Well, thank you, sirrah.
I'm glad you see that.
Do you know precisely what happens at the moment of detonation?
Shock waves moving faster than the speed of sound.
Pressure of over 500 pounds per square inch.
And this is all unleashed by me, Frank.
It moves so fast that a vacuum is formed behind it,
sucking back all the air that's been forced out by the blast.
So you see, Frank, a glass splinter will literally turn itself around,
go back and penetrate anything that's in its path.
I just don't know anything that has power to stop that.
My an brings out the truth.
People are either victors or victims.
My explosion strips every hypocrisy,
every pretension sheltered in the human heart
- and exposes the naked soul. - More time.
I feel your work is about waiting.
Anticipating the moment. The terror created.
Playing so long in the mind, the fantasy becomes dull.
The only moment worth a damn...
the only arousal is the moment of fire.
Feel the heat upon your face.
The impact upon your chest.
The screams. The sirens.
It is the moment of creation.
Charlie Two, lock onto 835567. Help me find him.
Signal's real strong in cell 46. That's two blocks northwest.
Turn right on Illinois.
You're an artist too, Frank.
- He's close. - At nine o'clock this morning,
I hope you'll appreciate my work.
(hangs up)
- Lost the signal. - Give me that number.
(phone rings)
He won't bite.
- Somewhere out here is a bomb. - And we got three hours to find it.
From the suspect's cellular phone activities,
we've extrapolated the probable path of his vehicle prior to 5.17am.
It puts him near this two-block area of shops and businesses
that might fit his pattern of attack.
Red team will be searching the northwest section of Columbia to 13th.
Blue team will start at Franklin and 5th, move west to Marian Avenue.
We are looking for any suspicious packages.
Building managers have been notified.
They will help to determine if anything is out
of place or if there's any sign of a break-in.
We've informed teams if they see anything that might be a bomb, do not be a hero.
Note the location and alert the bomb squad.
- We got two and a half hours. - Let's go.
- Frank, you don't look too good. - I'm all right.
I'll sleep after we find him.
At least we've determined the search area.
It's not enough, Pete. All this manpower.
I could save so many lives if I understood what he wants.
We all heard him, Frank. It's the thrill. Sexual transference.
It's more. His thrills wear out quickly.
First he alerts the authorities there's a bomb. After a day, he needs more.
So he has to contact us, taunt us to the point of near-capture.
What will he do to increase his excitement?
What if it's some God complex?
He talked about his creation, about controlling people.
What I can't get out of my head is when he stated I'd be famous when I caught him.
A star. It lies in there somehow.
What a nightmare! Traffic was backed up to 4th Street.
- It took an hour to move five blocks. - There was a bomb scare.
Giving every nut with a phone the power to shut down business.
(screaming)
Jack, this is Frank. Send the bomb squad to 2300 Oglethorpe.
North of the parking structure on Maryland.
You've got 15 minutes. Time to evac...
(phone rings)
Just warming up. Third floor.
(alarm ringing)
Get out of here! Come on, move!
Help him. There's a bomb!
Keep moving. There may be another bomb.
Go, go!
Get back!
It's all right. I'll get you out of here alive.
(regular beeping)
(beeping quickens)
(Catherine) Frank?
Frank'?
We had such a bad phone connection, I thought I'd connect in person.
- Jordan? - Amy has her for the weekend.
When I got the call, I got so scared.
I heard you that night... Frank. On the phone.
Doctor Bowman says you have a mild concussion.
But... it's not your body healing that worries me.
It's your spirit.
You should know that for every dark soul
that you connect with, there is a bright one.
The man that pulled you out of the building.
He came by to see how you were.
I don't remember.
He's been on every channel this morning.
A 49-year-old unidentified man went berserk...
- Total commitment? - Yeah. Total commitment...
His name is Raymond Bees.
What was your reaction when you saw the bomb?
I had a flash of fear like everybody else,
but! Kept my head because I knew I had to get everybody out of there.
What would you say to whoever did this?
What I'd like to say, I won't
out of respect for the people out there.
Bu! I would like him to know that we're not just victims
and we will find him.
How does it feel to be a star?
I just did what anybody else in my place would have done.
Kaboom.
You want to bring him in because he was a hero - twice?
- That's him. I know it. - Frank.
After Centennial Park, there is no way that
I could bring him in without more evidence.
The bomber has expert knowledge of explosives.
He knows precisely what and how much to use
to create the effect he wants. There were two explosions today.
Neither matched the lethal intensity of the Queen's Arms bombing.
Lethal enough to kill five people.
But not so destructive that a person couldn't survive -
especially if he knew when and how the force would dissipate.
Raymond Dees is a maintenance worker in that building.
He has the knowledge and opportunity
to place those devices where it would best suit him.
He watched the first bombing from a distance.
He believed that watching the chaos which he created would be the thrill.
But he needed more - to smell it, to touch it, to participate in the aftermath.
- But that wasn't enough either. - So he placed himself within his chaos.
It wasn't enough to watch others. He needed to watch himself.
A real star.
He killed 18 people so he could be on Good Morning America?
Killing wasn't the motive. It was a by-product of his obsession.
I ran a check on Raymond Dees. He served a stint in the military. Middle East.
Explosives specialist.
- (indistinct walkie-talkie) - Clear!
Bedroom clear, sir.
He left in a hurry.
- Nothing there. - Agent Pierson? In here, sir.
There's something I think you should see.
This was all on when we came in.
He's still listening to us. That's my cellphone number.
- One Baker Six, what's your 20? - 1087 at 2T3 Lamont Avenue. Over.
He knew we were coming. Could be anywhere by now.
Half of America knows what he looks like.
Looking at these materials, it's possible he may have another one.
(Frank sighs)
Frank, you should still be in the hospital. Get the hell out of here.
We'll have forensics go through all this evidence.
Go.
Thank you.
(phone rings)
- Yeah? - (touch-tones)
Raymond? Where are you?
Been waiting on you, Frank.
We have a situation at the parking lot. Block off access. I want sharpshooters now!
I know, Frank.
You probably feel like I feel.
You can't move. You're just waiting.
You know it's gonna end, but you don't know how.
I know.
The suspect is a man we believe has killed
18 people. You got a clean shot, you take it.
Raymond, do you know precisely what happens at the moment of detonation?
- You know! Do. - No, you don't.
The moment this bomb explodes, you lose your power.
You lose your control.
Raymond, you're a hero. A star.
- Are you gonna throw that all away? - No.
You're trying to take it away from me. I'm getting it back.
And I'll be very clear about something.
People will know who I am.
Got a clean profile.
Wait. He's holding a transmitter in his hand.
- Muscle spasm might set it off. - Go for the medulla oblongata shot.
Take him out.
- Frank. - What?
I've seen it. The moment before.
Their faces. They're terrified.
Because they don't understand.
Unlike you, Frank.
They don't understand what it is to give yourself over to chaos.
But you understand. You've seen it too.
I can tell.
B-pillar's blocking my shot. You're gonna have to take it, Alpha Two.
It's time... Frank.
Raymond, don't.
Raymond.
Frank... we checked it over twice.
No sign of explosives in either car.
He told me he knew how it was gonna end.
He controlled the whole thing right from the
start, including the method of his execution.
He was right. He got it all back. And we helped him.
People are gonna know his name.
Are we on yet? Are we on? OK. I'm running.
And the violence that began 75 hours ago ends in violence tonight
as the suspect, Raymond Patrick Dees, was killed by police sharpshooters.
The alleged bomber - a maintenance worker in the Haddon Tower -
was heralded as a hero as he pulled victims out of the blast area and into safety.
With his death, the reasons behind the bombings may never be known.
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