- All subway lines have been shut down completely, trains just abandoned on the tracks.
Again, all subway lines have been...
- Another ambulance coming in!
- ...after its deadly blast...
- Got another one.
Shrapnel to the eye.
- Hell, no.
Get her to County.
- County's booked.
- St. Vincent's.
- St. Vinnie sent me here.
- We're at capacity.
Half of the folks on the subway must have come up in here.
- Miss, she can go ahead of me.
I only need some stitches.
It's fine.
- Please.
It hurts so bad.
- You do the intake.
All right, honey, come with me.
- Come on, people, let's go.
The clock is ticking.
I want everything on Mike Ferro pulled from Processing, from his shoe size to his hat size.
- Put out an alert?
- No.
Not yet.
Too early.
We need to catch the perp, not alert him.
What I really want is that g*dd*mn phone.
- Excuse me.
Excuse me.
THE FUGITIVE - I'm telling you it was Mike Ferro.
I saw him with my own two eyes.
- Well, yeah, now I need to see it with my own eyes.
- Your eyes?
Don't you have, like, cataracts or something?
- I'm 44.
- Jerry, I got this, I promise.
- Yeah, well, I'm gonna need more than that, Pritti, because you have a habit of leaping before you look.
You know, I spent the last half hour back-pedaling your "FBI suspect" Tweet.
Are you able to comprehend how irresponsible that was?
- Listen, I am approaching the b*mb site right now.
Ferro was standing next to a black man on the train.
It looked like they were talking.
Maybe he was a co-conspirator.
Maybe he had a b*mb under his jacket.
- Or maybe he wasn't involved at all.
- Yeah, well, that's why I'm following up.
- Look, LAPD's got the b*mb site locked down.
Now do you expect to get any new intel?
- Look, Jerry, listen, I got it.
I got to go.
I got to go.
- Got it!
I'm on it!
- Ma'am, excuse me.
You can't come through here.
You need to get back in that line.
- I'm looking for my husband.
Um, that policeman said that you could help me.
- I'm sorry.
I can't.
You have to go back to that line.
- He was black, mid-30s.
He wore a suit with little squares on his tie.
- We can't look for specific individuals at this time.
- I know my husband was on that train.
I am begging you.
Please.
- Brought out a guy a few minutes ago, but you can't stay inside long.
- Okay.
Thank you.
That's him.
Could I have a moment alone with my husband?
Thank you.
Mikhail, I need you to chase down everything you can on Kevin Lawson because he's the last person who talked to Mike Ferro before the b*mb went off.
- Excuse me.
Sir?
Officer.
Any idea when the phones will be back up?
- Cell phones are working here and there, but the landlines are still overloaded.
- Uh, can I use yours so my kid knows I'm okay?
- You see what's going on out there?
I'm sorry.
I got to keep my line clear.
- Hey, it'll just take a minute.
- Look around, pal.
Everyone's using their phones, watching the news, checking on their families.
Use your own phone.
- What do you got?
- This phone's toast.
Concussive force from the expl*si*n drove it hard into the subway platform.
It's a brick.
Can't access voicemails, emails, but the man chip's still intact.
- What did you learn?
- Something pretty scary.
That's what Ferro typed right before the expl*si*n.
A text.
Phone broke before it could be delivered.
- So he wasn't activating a b*mb.
He was sending a text message?
- Hey, we don't know that.
"k*ll it all." The son of a bitch was just about to do that.
He wanted someone to know.
Who'd he text this to?
- His wife.
- She jumped on a plane first thing this morning and landed in Chicago.
FBI have been alerted.
They're taking her down now.
- Mrs.
Ferro, you're under arrest for commission of a t*rror1st act, conspiracy to commit t*rror1st att*ck.
- Is this a joke?
- You have the right to remain silent.
- Are you kidding?
What's going on?
Doug, call my husband.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Call Mike!
- Mayor's office sent word.
He wants you in front of the cameras ASAP.
- No.
- I just can't tell him no.
You're right.
Tell him f*ck, no.
- We have nothing solid yet.
- Time's better spent working on the case.
- That's my girl.
- Okay, kiss-ass.
Boss, we got to put something out there.
People are scared.
Their loved ones have had their heads blown out of their asses.
I just meant they're upset.
I didn't mean...
sh*t.
Okay, that was insensitive, boss.
I would never disrespect your wife, obviously.
- Forget it.
- Sorry.
- Kevin Lawson.
California Department of Corrections.
A eight-year veteran.
- Was he a prison guard when Ferro was locked up?
- Ferro's parole officer.
- Tell me more.
- I called the DOC.
Ferro checked in with Lawson yesterday.
It must not have gone well 'cause this was filed with the state right after...
A Change of Employment Status form.
- And Lawson reported him.
That's motive.
The guy gets canned, asks his PO for leniency.
Instead, Lawson reports him, and Ferro snaps.
Blows the guy up along with half the 1 line.
Best intern ever.
Listen, I'll tell Jerry how you helped.
- Jerry's in a department head meeting.
He'll be in there a while.
- All right.
Thanks.
- Okay, everybody listen up.
We're about to get our warrants for Mike Ferro's house, car, and computer.
If his dog has fleas, I want them confiscated.
Can I get a "Copy, boss"?
- Copy, boss.
- Music to my ears.
One more thing, superstars.
Everything about this case stays on the QT.
Whatever you know, put it in a bag, toss it off the Santa Monica Pier.
- Can't we amp up the pressure on Ferro if we leak him as a person of interest?
- Why would you want to tip him off?
Right now he thinks he's gotten away with it.
That's when he'll make his mistake.
Absolutely no one says the words Mike Ferro to the press, understood?
- Copy, boss.
- Bombing suspect emerging.
A name most Angelenos will recognize.
- Michael Ferro was convicted of vehicular manslaughter.
Ferro's brother was k*lled along with Denise Keller, the nanny and family friend of L.A. Mayor Jackson.
Mike Ferro bled twice the legal blood alcohol content when his car flipped.
Was sentenced to over three years in prison in what the tabloids called the Hedge Fund Hangover Trial.
RESTROOM ...Pittell of the Daily Score, there is footage of him entering the subway car with a bag and exiting without it right before the blast.
It's alleged his target was parole officer Kevin Lawson, who recently disciplined Ferro, who is seen here in an old Goldman Sachs photo.
A minimum of 15 dead in this morning's L.A.
subway bombing.
- Who is that?
- 30 minutes ago...
- That's that Ferro guy.
- That's him.
- That's the guy.
- He's the bomber.
- He's the bomber.
- Ferro!
Don't move.
I said don't move!