[ Tractor Rumbling ]
[ Engine Stops ]
[ Murmuring, Indistinct ]
Lying lands you right here, smack dab in front of me.
When it comes to lying, I'm your man.
[ Eli ] And that makes Dr. Lightman very special.
So, since you dragged me away from my work, who can tell me what a lie is?
Eh? When my mom tells my dad he's not getting a big belly?
Yeah, right. We learn to lie from grown-ups.
I mean, they think you don't notice, but you do.
Most of the time, lying's bad, even if you think that you're doing it for a good reason.
Trust me, life's a lot easier if you learn to tell the truth.
Lightman is miserable.
What strings did you pull to get him to do this? [ Lightman Continues ]
I had Emily ask. She tutors a couple of the kids.
Thought I could turn our class problem into a teachable moment.
Glad to be of help. So,
even if you're just thinking of not telling me the truth,
I warn you, it's pretty hard to keep a lie from me.
Go on. Go on. I dare you.
Eh?
Right. Clyde the turtle.
Which one of you stole Clyde the turtle from Miss Angela's classroom, eh?
No takers?
All of you are innocent, are you? Eh?
We need to talk. Right.
Good. Um, uh, boys and girls, meet...
F.B.I. Agent Benjamin Reynolds.
Oh, hey, kids. How you doin'? [ Children ] Hi.
Hi, Agent Ben.
We need to talk. Foster's waiting.
You too. Come on. All right.
Oh, and by the way,
whoever it is that stole Clyde the turtle--
Right? Turtles-- they like lettuce.
Or is that tortoises? I don't know. Work on that, all right?
Take a look at that screen.
This guy parked right in front of the Treasury Department Annex.
- That's like two blocks from here. - Yeah.
- How long's he been there? - A little under 15 minutes.
- Anybody consider this might be a peaceful protest? - [ Button Clicks ]
[ Man's Voice ] There's a crazy farmer named Harold Clark drivin' up...
to Washington, D.C., to blow you federal folks up.
He's got his tractor-trailer packed with enough explosives to blow up the whole town.
[ Button Clicks ]
- So, not a peaceful protest then? - Yeah.
Who's the caller? [ Ben ] We don't know yet.
Call was relayed here, but the subscriber information didn't convey.
- We're waiting to retrieve it now. - Is there anything else...
to support the fact that he actually has a bomb in there?
That's what we need you all for.
So, question at hand-- Is the threat real or is it a hoax?
- We need to get these kids out of here. - No, we're not doing that.
Protocol is anyone within the bomb radius stays inside and away from exterior windows.
In situations like these, more people are killed by flying glass than the blast itself.
Plus, this guy-- he may be waiting for people to evacuate just so he can trigger it.
So, everyone, including these kids, is staying right here...
until we can figure this thing out.
I was hoping you were going to say that.
[ Man ] * Dream, send me a sign *
* Turn back the clock *
* Give me some time *
* I need to break out *
* Make a new name *
* Let's open our eyes *
* To the brand-new day **
[ Typing ] All right. I got us tapped into the Bureau's cameras.
- All right, tight as you can. - [ Typing ]
Tighter. [ Typing Continues ]
All right, come on, come on.
[ Mutters ] Come on. Hello, Harold.
So, what do you know about this man? It's like the caller said.
The guy's name is Harold Clark. He has a--
Well, he had a family farm right outside of Fredericksburg, Virginia,
- but it's now in foreclosure. - He definitely seems agitated.
No, he's anxious.
Yeah, which I might be if the president didn't take my call.
Oh, come on. You know that's not gonna happen.
No, what I'm saying is, I'm not seeing mad bomber anxiety here.
-Do you have any of your agents going out to this guy's farm? -Yeah, from the Richmond office.
[ Cal ] Where's Torres? Do you think she's ready to handle this on her own?
No. But we seem to be under lockdown here, so I'm willing to lower the bar. Where is she?
Helping set up her cousin's quinceaГ±era.
Oh, well, hold the cake. Let's send her down to the farmhouse.
See what Harold's family thinks of his little field trip.
What about the kids? I'm all over it.
Okay, you guys, let's go. Quietly.
Oi. [ Whistles ] Come here, you.
Hand it over. Yeah, nice try, son. That's how I got it.
Um, we need you all in the conference room, okay? Why?
Because it's awesome. Come on.
Go ahead. Go on. Let's go.
Is something wrong?
Uh, we have a bit of a situation.
We just need you all away from any windows.
Hey. Eight third-graders in a room with no toys and no puppies?
It's gonna be chaos. Yeah.
Speakin' of puppies, you like kids, don't you? No.
Yeah. No--
Boys and girls, this is crazy Uncle Loker.
He's going to be continuing your education on lying.
Hi.
For how long? Long as it takes.
Hey.
Torres is en route. Oh. This is my boss. ASAC Steele.
Dr. Cal Lightman. Bill Steele.
Thanks for letting us set up here.
Right. My office, my science you're obviously after.
So, my command. That do it for you?
Where we doing this?
I have some information you need to hear.
Right.
Optical chemical sensors are picking up traces of ammonium nitrates...
and diesel fuel from the trailer.
Aren't those pretty standard farmyard smells? Yes.
But he could also have an ANFO bomb big enough to take out several blocks of downtown D.C.
Right. Collateral damage-wise, there's a pretty strong case here...
for death by sniper, wouldn't you say?
I mean, you only need to be 30% sure he's got a bomb, and you can just kill him.
That's taking one potentially innocent life but saving thousands of others,
including those kids in there.
You're the expert. That's a call you're gonna have to make.
What, do I look like an F.B.I. puppet to you?
Your offices, your command. You're the one who said that.
Yeah, I did say that, didn't I? Right. No, thanks.
Cal. Cal. Come on. Look, look, look.
My boss is a really good guy, okay?
But he's not equipped to figure this thing out the way you are.
So come on, man. We need to know.
Does that guy have a bomb in the trailer or not? Right.
Right. If I'm gonna do this, I'll need to deal with him personally,
so can you put me through? No, no, no. We have our own negotiators.
Bombers have a messiah complex, so-- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Avoid discussion of the bomber's present crisis in order...
to prevent him from exercising his godlike power to destroy and kill.
Yeah. I wrote that bit in the manual. Is that true?
Well, when you're ready.
All right.
[ Dial Tone, Dialing ]
[ Line Ringing ]
Hello?
Harold. I'm Cal Lightman.
You have the president with you?
No, no. Not right now. But I'm calling at his request.
Well, call me back when you got him.
What do I know?
[ Knocking ]
Yes? Mary Clark?
Mmm. Who are you?
May we come inside, ma'am? Uh, my-my friends are here.
Oh, this won't take long.
We are live outside the Treasury Department Annex...
in Northwest Washington, D.C., where a disgruntled--
Has Harold ever talked about taking any action against the government?
Mrs. Clark? Uh, he complained.
You know, like everyone else, about taxes and the economy.
I just, uh, can't believe he's up there in damn D.C. with his tractor.
[ Ria ] So you did not know that he was gonna go do this today?
No. No. I mean, he talked about, um,
maybe going up there with a megaphone...
and, uh, calling out them bastards in the Treasury Department.
But, uh, no, not this. Well, it sounds like Harold's pretty angry.
Damn right he's pissed. You know, they took his family farm.
Three generations, they had it.
Ma'am, it's not a huge leap from anger to violence.
Does he have a bomb in that trailer he towed?
You listen to me.
Harold and I have been together since sophomore year in high school.
I know this man. He would never hurt anyone.
You didn't answer the question, ma'am. No, he doesn't have a bomb.
He just-- [ Inhales, Exhales ]
He just wants to talk to the president.
Uh, you don't believe that. Otherwise, you wouldn't have fear all over your face.
[ Man On T.V. ] There is now evidence the F.B.I. is preparing to--
I'm not afraid of what he's gonna do.
I'm afraid of what you all are gonna do to him.
So unless you have a search warrant to be here,
I'd, uh, really like it if you'd leave my home.
I can get a warrant in 10 minutes. Then get it.
[ Man On T.V. ] ...treating the man as a terror suspect at this point. Arson--
Reading emotions helps us discover lies.
So who wants to tell me what emotion this person is feeling?
This-- That one.
Hmm?
Contempt.
I don't think they know what that means.
Is this really science? It seems dumb.
We were supposed to leave a half an hour ago.
- Why are we still here? - [ Boy ] Now's when we have music class.
- [ Girl ] Yeah. - Isn't this better than music class?
No. Dr. Cal,
they want to know why they're here instead of music class,
which is where they normally are at this time. That's my fault.
I told your bus driver to pick up a couple friends of mine at the airport,
and the plane was late, so he's stuck there waiting for them.
- Sorry about that. - Are you allowed to do that?
Yeah. I got permission from your principal.
You know, someone in here...
is definitely lying about Clyde the turtle.
I can smell it.
Right.
Loker, get your guitar.
Entertain the troops. [ Slaps Back ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Phone Rings ]
Oh, it's Torres. Hey.
I spoke to Harold's wife. She's definitely hiding something.
-Did you ask her about the bomb? -Yeah, but she doesn't believe he has one.
Who ever heard of a husband keeping secrets from his wife?
The only thing I know for sure is she doesn't believe he's violent.
[ Man On Police Radio ] Would you give me that address again? [ Phone Beeps ]
[ Dial Tone, Dialing ]
[ Line Ringing ]
[ Harold ] Hello? Harold, I got a question for you.
Call me when you're ready to let me speak with the president.
Yeah, well, he wants to know what you want to talk about.
Is it global warming, death panels-- what?
I want to talk about our tax money being sent overseas...
or bailing out banks, but letting our farmers choke on their own crops.
Somebody's gotta stand up and say something. Right.
Well, I'll pass that on. In the meantime, could you answer a question for me?
Yeah, what is it?
Right. What kind of bomb are we talking about?
[ Harold ] What? Well, there's a rumor...
going around here that you're sitting on a bomb, so--
Is this you trying to change the subject?
- No, no. We spoke to your wife. She was a little off. - I want the president.
[ Phone Snaps Shut ] All right. Let me replay that.
[ Distorted Voice Rewinding ]
[ Harold ] What?
When you asked him if he had a bomb,
the left side of his lip tightened.
It's contempt. He's being deceptive.
So you're giving us the green light?
What is it with you people? Why is it always red light, green light, eh?
What do you want me to do, pull the trigger for you?
Wait, wait. Let me explain something to you.
I'm trying to save innocent lives, yours included.
All right? There are no easy choices here, so let's all act...
like grown-ups, make the hard choices and salvage what we can.
Right. Well, what I'm telling you...
is that he's being deceptive...
in his denial of having a bomb.
Now, I don't know yet what that means exactly.
It's good enough for me.
Do it. I'll prep the snipers.
All right, so once you're in place, concealed and on target, sound off.
Let's follow all protocols on this. No happy triggers.
- Roger that, sir. - Do you guys have to do this in the lobby?
We've got a bunch of kids here we've managed to keep in the dark so far.
Until I give the word, you are not authorized to shoot unless someone's in immediate danger.
You got that? We'll be waiting for your green light.
Then get going. [ Snipers ] Yes, sir.
A little mood lighting? Yeah, the ballasts on the fluorescent lights interferes...
with our video and encrypted radio communications.
All right, we're good to go.
Now, you've got some semblance of a rapport with Harold.
Just keep him distracted while the snipers move in, okay?
Oh, that's nice. [ Radio Static ]
Remind me to renegotiate my contract with you. [ Beeps ]
We appreciate what you're doing, Doctor. Yes, I know you do.
[ Dialing, Line Ringing ]
Hello? Harold, me again.
I spoke with the president's office.
When can I talk to him?
Well, you need to promise me that no one's gonna get hurt here.
I don't want anybody to get hurt.
[ Phone Beeps ] See, that was genuine.
So work with that, or I'm done here, all right?
[ Phone Beeps ] I believe you when you say that,
but I don't think you're telling me the whole truth about the bomb.
Quit stalling.
Did you tell the president what I wanted to talk about? Yeah, I did.
I told him. But he wants to know what it is that you want him to do.
I'll tell him on the phone.
Is your wife involved in this?
No. No, this is all me. Quit playing games.
[ Phone Snaps Shut ] Right.
Okay, seats forward. We're going to have a concert.
[ Mutters ]
Hey. Hey.
How dangerous is it out there?
How dangerous is it in here?
Uh, I don't know. But I trust Lightman,
and it's my job to keep these kids from freaking out.
What if their teacher is freaked out?
Well, I'll help her too.
But you gotta help me with them first, okay? Okay.
Uh, who knows the words to "Puff the Magic Dragon"?
My mom says that song's about illegal drugs.
[ Children Gasping ]
I don't-- I don't think that's ever been definitively proven.
[ Man On Radio ] Sniper team moving into position. All right, copy that.
You can go ahead and try and engage him. We're ready.
[ Man On Radio ] Copy that-- [ Continues, Indistinct ]
[ Dial Tone ]
[ Dialing ]
[ Line Ringing ]
Do you have the president? All right, Harold,
a little reality check here.
Your situation is veering from bad to worse by the minute, mate.
I'm gettin' cold and I'm gettin' angry,
and I don't want to talk to you anymore.
Well, that's unfortunate, because I'm the only person here...
who has any desire to talk to you.
I just want to talk to the president.
Well, let's start with the truth then.
What kind of bomb are we talking about here?
[ Sighs ]
The bomb's rigged.
How? It just is, okay?
If you do anything to me, you try to hurt me, the bomb goes off.
And if I don't speak directly to the president before the sun goes down, the bomb goes off.
But look, man, all that can be avoided...
if you just have the president call me. [ Phone Snaps Shut ]
- Is he telling the truth? - Yeah.
Yeah, I believe he is.
But he's also showing fear. Right? It's the kind of fear...
that you get when someone's got a gun to your head.
Believe me, I've seen that.
You know what? Zoom into that tractor seat.
Go ahead. Yeah. Lower.
Lower, lower. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. Right there.
[ Sighs ] Oh, God.
We didn't see it before because his jacket was in the way.
Sniper One to base. All sniper teams in position. We're waiting for green light.
Just hold your positions, sniper team.
You are not cleared to fire. Stand down.
Sniper One is clear. Standing down.
If this guy has a dead man's switch on that seat and we fire, that might detonate the bomb.
- We should use an L.V.B. water disrupter. - Is that what I think it is?
It's a bomb we bring in to kill his bomb.
Oh, this is just gettin' better and better, this is.
I found something on the 911 call you should hear.
[ Man's Voice ] There's a crazy farmer named Harold Clark...
driving up to Washington, D.C., to blow you federal folks up.
One more time. [ Computer Beeps ]
There's a crazy farmer named Harold Clark...
driving up to Washington, D.C., to blow you federal folks up.
All right, just that last little bit. [ Computer Beeps ]
...blow you federal folks up. Do you hear it?
- Yeah, he's smiling. - What?
The inflection of his voice changes because a smile changes the sound...
of your voice by shortening the voice resonance chamber.
He's smiling as he says "blow you federal folks up." Wait a minute.
- You can tell someone's smiling just by listening to them? - You can't. But we can.
He knows something you don't, and he's laughing at ya.
So what is this, a practical joke? No.
I think he's telling the truth.
- He finds some kind of sick humor in this. - He may be connected to this.
Yeah. Harold is not working on his own.
We need to find this guy quick.
All right, yeah. [ Steele ] Make the call, Dr. Lightman.
Good. We're running out of time here.
No, I get it. I do.
You're looking for someone to blame in case this thing goes south.
That's why you set up your command center in my office,
effectively putting my finger on the trigger.
Well, what do you say we make sure before you just go ahead and kill him?
Are you done? Because constitutionally speaking,
we don't have to be right to use deadly force.
We just have to be reasonably sure.
And in a world full of bombs and lunatics,
sometimes there's no room for scientific certainty.
You know, you're so scared of making a huge mistake,
you're prepared to make a smaller yet potentially still tragic one.
You want this to end peacefully, give me proof and allow me to do that.
All right. The 911 caller was just I.D.'d as Ron Jackson.
White male, 38, lives near Harold in Virginia. Boss, we've got time.
We should get Torres and one of your agents over there right now.
Yeah.
In this situation, stalling and not making a decision are the same thing as making one.
I want to be certain of the truth when I make my decision.
Well, you better make it soon, 'cause the clock is ticking on that bomb.
Bomb? What bomb?
[ Sighs ] He had to go to the bathroom.
You're a big kid, right?
You're not gonna turn into one of them whiny little crybabies, are you?
Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm. No?
All right.
Here's the truth. Right?
Not far from here, there is a man who says he's got a bomb.
He's trying to get some people's attention.
Now, maybe he has, maybe he's lying.
But in the meantime, you and your mates, you're gonna stay here.
Just to be on the safe side. You got it?
Mm-hmm. All right. Now, it's my job...
to find out what's what with this maybe, maybe not bomb-type thing.
And I'm excellent at my job. Just ask Loker here.
And it's your job to be a top-notch third-grader.
You up for it? Yeah?
You up for keeping this a secret from your mates...
so they don't get all, you know, scaredy-cat on you?
Good. All right.
Well, go pee then.
Excuse me.
What can I do for you?
- We're looking for Ron Jackson. Is he your husband? - [ Sighs ] Don't remind me.
Wait, ma'am. F.B.I.
Where is he, ma'am? We need to talk to him.
Sorry. I thought y'all were bill collectors.
Where's your husband, ma'am?
Honestly, I got no idea. What's he done now?
You know a man named Harold Clark?
Yeah. I guess everyone knows Harold now.
How do you know him? Him and Ron are in the Farmer's Co-op.
They, uh, mostly get together, drink and bitch about things.
All right we take a look around, ma'am?
Um, yeah. We ain't got nothing to hide.
[ Dog Barking In Distance ]
Blasting caps. For bombs.
All right, look, just hear me out, okay? Maybe Jackson was an accomplice.
But he got cold feet, decided to call 911 and give up the whole plot.
That doesn't explain the smile behind his voice.
What is that?
Oh, that? That's how these boys plan to end this.
It doesn't look like much, but-- [ Ben ] Here's the deal, okay?
We're gonna place that container of water near Harold's bomb.
There's a large quantity of C-4 in the middle of the container,
which we will then detonate, sending the water out at 72 million P.S.I.
It'll disrupt Harold's bomb before it can explode.
- And Harold's bird feed. - He won't even know what hit him.
[ Phone Rings ]
Oh, this is gonna be fun. [ Ringing Continues ]
Harold.
What the hell is that thing coming towards me?
[ Cal Over Phone ] It's an X-ray machine, Harold.
We need it to map the bomb so we can figure out a safe evacuation plan.
Tell me about Ron Jackson.
You know about Ron? Yep.
Better still, why don't you tell me how to disable the bomb so nobody gets hurt.
I don't-- I don't know how to stop it.
It's not my bomb.
Whose is it?
Is it Jackson's? Is he pulling the strings?
I shouldn't even be talkin' to you.
They'll kill her if I tell you guys anything.
Kill who?
Look, you might as well tell me. It's just us on the phone, right?
I mean, you're already in a very bad spot. You do know that, don't you?
They have someone in my house with my wife.
They're gonna kill her if I don't go through with this.
I don't know what else to do.
He's telling the truth.
[ Man On TV ] The Washington Metropolitan Police Department-- [ Phone Rings ]
has cordoned off a 12-block area around-- Torres.
Hey, it's us. Are you at the Clark house? Yeah. The warrant came through.
Where's Agent Ervin?
Um, he's doing a search of the barn.
Ria, give very simple answers, and don't let anyone think what you're saying is important.
Okay. Is there a man there named Dave Miller?
He would have been there all day. Yeah.
All right, I'm gonna call Ervin and tell him to get in there.
This man is probably armed, and he's willing to kill.
Wow. I did not know that.
He's there as a threat against the wife to force Harold to go through with this.
That would certainly explain-- The fear you saw earlier.
Okay. Well, that sounds fun.
Um, hopefully I can get tickets.
Reynolds has been on with Agent Ervin. He's on his way. Just sit tight, all right?
Cool. Let me know how it goes.
Shouldn't be more than a few minutes. We'll get out of your hair.
What are they saying about Harold? They find out what kind of bomb it is?
No. No. But, uh, I do have some bad news.
I don't think they're going to let Harold talk to the president.
Probably not. But I think I have a solution to this whole thing.
And you two know him well, obviously, so let me just run it by you.
I have a friend who works in Assemblyman Kincaid's office.
Maybe I call in a favor, and he can talk to Harold.
[ Chuckles ] That's, uh-- That's not really the same thing.
But at least it's a phone call with someone who works in the government.
Lady, quit wasting our time.
That's kind of the point, actually.
Put your hands on your head.
[ Police Radio Chatter ]
Knowing people lie all the time, it must make you pretty cynical.
Sometimes, but you get to see the truth occasionally.
Truth is, I'm really scared right now.
I know. Me too.
Well, a little bit.
I just-- I want another chance, you know? I'd do things different.
Is that a stupid thing to say?
No, not at all.
Oscar's acting weird. [ Children Chattering ]
Oscar, are you okay?
Hey. Hey.
You know, when I was your age, I had a crush on this girl.
Older woman, really. Sixth grader.
I was always worrying about it, stressing out about it.
And, uh, then I realized that there was nothing you can do.
Um--
So sometimes, when there's nothing you can do,
you just have to believe that everything's gonna be okay.
And you write a song.
You can't be worried and write a song at the same time. Right?
I mean, you look to me like a guy who can write some fantastic rhymes.
Am I right? Yep?
I can tell that about you.
I can see it on your face.
So let's give it a shot.
[ Cal ] Your wife and your son are safe, Harold.
Thank you.
Tell me about Jackson. I don't know.
He just put me in this tractor and he told me to drive here.
He said if I got out of the seat, it would trigger the bomb.
And he didn't mention any other... plan to you? No, nothing. I mean--
I mean, I knew that he was even angrier than I was,
but I never thought in a million years he would-- [ Sighs ]
I'm a dead man.
Can I speak to my wife? Yeah.
Yeah, I'll work on that for you. Yeah.
Sit tight, Harold, all right? I'll get back to you.
You have to call off the disrupter charge until we can figure out what's going on.
Harold is just a pawn. I.R.A. used to do the same thing.
They coerced civilians to do the work for them.
There's nothing we can do for him. He's still sitting on a bomb we can't defuse.
[ Ben ] Okay, good. If he moves, call me back.
Jackson just turned his phone on. We triangulated it to 15th and I Street.
Okay, that is right here.
Just outside the blast radius.
And that's also near the hotel where Secretary Dobbins is holding his economic summit.
Okay, Jackson's credit card was used to rent a white box van four hours ago.
All right, I'm headed over there now. Remind me what this guy looks like.
Let's get that out to all units.
He's not gonna look like that, is he? He's probably gonna be disguised or something.
You need to look for the posture and the-- the gaze of a... terrorist.
- Why am I telling you this? - Why don't you just come with me.
Right.
[ Door Opens, Closes ]
Take a look at that. White box van, no plates.
[ Protestors, Chanting ] America comes first! America comes first!
Suspension's maxed out. Yeah.
This has all the tells of a bomb delivery vehicle.
This takes me back.
He's probably gonna want to hide in plain sight. Could be in that crowd over there.
[ Ben ] Yeah, so he can keep an eye on his van.
Yeah, and the target, when he arrives.
What happens if you spot him?
That's the signal. All right.
[ Chanting Continues ]
Yeah, give me the bomb squad.
[ Shouting, Indistinct ]
America comes first! America comes first!
[ Man ] Help the little guy!
America comes first! America comes first!
- America comes first! America comes first! - [ Siren Whooping ]
America comes first! America comes first!
- America comes first! America comes first! - [ Siren Whoops ]
Hey, Jackson.
We got Harold's wife and son. They're safe.
Got the wrong guy, pal. No, no.
You're Ron Jackson, right? You got a bomb in that van back there, don't you?
Answer me.
What about Harold's trailer? Is that just a decoy?
Eh?
Answer me.
[ Siren Wailing ]
[ Chanting Continues ]
I know that's the trigger. Jackson, put the phone down.
Put it down!
- [ Gunshot ] - F.B.I.! F.B.I.!
F.B.I. [ Crowd Clamoring ]
[ Clamoring Continues ]
[ Eli ] All right. So you're all officially songwriters now.
Nice work. And I want to thank Oscar for these great lyrics.
- My pleasure. - [ Eli ] All right, here we go.
And, um, sing your part. Help me out.
All right? Good. ** [ Guitar Strums ]
All right.
** [ Folk ]
* I say I'm 10 when I'm nine and a half *
* My uncle tells a joke and I try to laugh *
* In gym I fake a headache when I want to quit *
* I say I love the sweater that my grandma knit *
* But that's a white lie * * White lie *
* That's the kind you wanna tell A white lie *
- [ Children ] * White lie * - * So your mom won't have to yell *
* A white lie * * White lie *
* Everybody does it 'cause it feels all right and it's more polite *
* But a lie's still a lie even when it's white *
You go.
* I pretend I'm asleep when my dad walks in *
* I said I ate my chicken but I just ate the skin *
* Your face can say you're lying when your mouth says you're not *
* Your pants are on fire but they're not too hot *
* When it's a white lie * * White lie *
[ Eli ] * It's the kind you wanna tell A white lie *
* White lie * * So your dad won't have to yell *
- * A white lie * - * White lie *
* Everybody does it 'cause it feels all right and it's more polite *
* But a lie's still a lie even when it's white *
* While it might be hard to say what's true *
* Would you want a white lie told to you *
- * But that's a white lie * - * White lie *
- * It's the kind you wanna tell A white lie * - * White lie *
- * So your mom won't have to yell, a white lie * - * White lie *
* Everybody does it 'cause it *
[ With Angela ] * Feels all right and it's more polite *
* But a lie's still a lie *
* Even when it's *
* White **
[ Angela Chuckles ]
Good work. Yep. [ Children Cheering ]
[ Siren Wailing ] [ Police Radio Chatter ]
[ Dialing, Line Rings ]
[ Steele ] Command post. Sir, we've got Jackson and the bomb. It's over.
Yeah, things are about to get wrapped up here too.
Did you get Harold out of the tractor yet?
I can't risk the lives of my bomb techs on this.
There's no telling how many booby traps there are on Harold's device.
Boss, listen-- Look, Ben,
you did a great job, okay?
But we're proceeding. I'm sorry.
If there are other conspirators out there, they find out Jackson's dead,
they'll push the button on Harold's bomb.
Hey, when I asked Jackson about Harold's bomb, right, he was defensive.
He was bluffing.
Can you tell me with 100% certainty that there's no bomb in Harold Clark's trailer?
No, not yet. But give me time.
We're out of time. [ Handset Rests In Cradle ]
[ Phone Snaps Shut ] [ Police Radio Chatter ]
[ Siren Whoops ]
[ Police Radio Chatter ]
[ Dialing ]
[ Radio Chatter Continues ] [ Officer ] Okay.
[ Phone Rings ] Hello?
Harold, uh, we got Jackson and Miller, and we took care of Jackson's bomb.
- How's my family? - They're doing fine.
[ Sighs ] Thank you for saving them.
I can't take credit for that, but I'll pass on your thanks.
The F.B.I. still thinks you have a bomb in your trailer,
and they want to disrupt it with an explosive device.
It could, you know, kill you in the process, so--
- I understand. - Harold, did you ever see the bomb? Did you--
Or were you just told about a dead man's switch?
No, I heard the click of the switch. I never saw the bomb.
Ron said that he would call and tell me how to defuse it...
if I just stalled you guys long enough.
That's not good enough. Yeah. No, I get it.
Look, they should go ahead and do it--
[ Over Monitor ] just to be sure.
There are too many people around here.
And if there is a bomb in my trailer,
I'd rather die than live knowing I may have killed other people.
Yeah, we're not there yet.
Please, just let me talk to my wife before they do it though.
Please, so I can just say good-bye.
- [ Police Radio Chatter ] - Yeah.
[ Harold ] Honey, I hope you can forgive me. What are you talking about?
I love you. I have always loved you,
and I want you to--
I want you to give Bobby a big hug for me.
I want you to tell him that I am sorry.
I always been very proud to have you as a husband, Harold.
Let's do it, Ben.
You know, you should leave if you don't want to see this.
[ Phone Rings ]
It's about bloody time, Torres.
[ Ria On Speaker ] I got it. Should be ready to pull up. All right.
And? I think you're right.
[ Ria On Monitor ] Harold have a bomb in his trailer?
- Yes, there is. - Why should I believe you?
[ Miller ] Ron wanted to kill the secretary of treasury...
and all those money men when they evacuated.
Even if that didn't work, he was gonna have Harold's bomb blow just to get the message across.
So, yeah, Harold's got a bomb, all right.
- I mean, you see that, right? - I see it.
Right. He's lying through his teeth.
I mean, their only hope of collateral damage...
is if the F.B.I. blows Harold up for them.
I mean, you're the puppet now.
No. I can't take that chance.
Well, I bloody can. I'm gonna see Harold.
Boss, I'm gonna have to go with Lightman on this one. I said no. I can't allow it.
You asked me to make the call, right? Well, now I'm making it.
There is no bomb in that trailer.
If you're wrong, it's your ass. Well, if I'm wrong,
in five minutes, I won't have an ass, will I?
Are you telling me you're a hundred percent sure? Yes.
But...
I'd clear the area, you know,
just in case I'm wrong.
Hey, Harold.
Hey. How you doing? I'm Cal Lightman.
We spoke on the phone earlier.
You're safe now. You can come on down.
Are-- Are you out of your mind?
No, not right now, but in a couple of hours, I'm gonna be really very drunk.
Well, what about the bomb?
There's no bomb. It's-It's safe.
There's a bomb. I heard a click. Yeah, Harold,
this is probably your one and only chance to walk away from this.
So if I were you, I'd definitely step on down.
[ Switch Clicks ]
[ Exhales ]
Careful.
Here, let me give you a hand. You're all right.
There you go.
[ Siren Wailing In Distance ]
[ Sighs ] You all right?
Don't go near that one, 'cause that one is a bomb.
[ Sirens Approaching ] [ Harold Groans ]
[ Groaning Continues ]
- What are you doing? - Hang on a minute.
Good work. Nice work. No? Okay.
I'm the one who stole Clyde.
I know.
Come here. He's a turtle,
and he doesn't like being in the classroom at night all by himself.
I took him home so he wouldn't be lonely. Okay.
You know, I think that Clyde probably likes being on his own at night.
I think he enjoys the quiet.
I say you bring him back into school tomorrow,
all right, to the classroom, but you sneak him back in.
No one needs to know a thing.
I think I should tell Miss Angela.
Really?
Huh. Well, good girl.
I might have a job for you one day.
All yours.
Get outta here. Don't miss your bus.
Come on, you guys. I'll be right there. I hope you guys had fun. Bye.
[ Child ] Bye.
[ Children Laughing ]
Well, there's a first time for everything.
You all right? [ Laughs ]
Mm-hmm. Um, anyone want a drink?
Absolutely. Oh, yes, please.