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(TWIG SNAPPING)
(ALARM BEEPING)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(BEEPING STOPS)
(TWIGS SNAPPING)
(TWIG SNAPS)
(ALARM RINGING)
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(CHOKING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
(ALARM CONTINUES RINGING)
We are on the premises.
We need an alarm reset from the security company.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy that, Sergeant.
We are going to check the perimeter of the house.
Notifying the alarm company now.
Dispatch, we have a break-in.
We don't know if there are suspects inside.
We are entering the premises.
Advise if you need additional.
(BEEPING STOPS)
Oh, man, I recognize that name.
He's a state judge.
Not anymore.
Dispatch, we have an aggravated homicide.
Special circumstance, victim is a state official,
Judge Logan Patterson.
Copy that, Sergeant.
Looks like a B and E gone very wrong.
(GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(GROWLING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
HANK: Damn shame for him to die like this He was a great judge.
What time did he enter the house?
WU: 10:22 p.m.
The alarm went off at 10:13.
Gives us a good estimate of time of death.
- Any witnesses? - Nobody's come forward.
We talked to neighbors on both sides and across the street.
Nobody heard anything.
Now what about wife? Children?
Anybody live with him? WU: Judge lived alone.
His wife died three years ago. No kids.
Found a gun on the floor over here. We haven't touched it.
Walther .32.
Ran the serial number, registered to the judge.
He purchased it in 1995. Had a license to carry it.
You find any casings?
One. Under the chair.
At least he got off one shot.
You find the bullet?
Nothing in the walls or the ceiling.
Windows are intact, so unless it went out the door...
Our killer might have been hit.
Any blood trail?
Plenty of blood. But it's all around the judge.
Well, if our perp took a shot, he'd need medical attention.
Let's get an APB out to all the hospitals, clinics.
Also, tap the snitches for any surgeons working off the grid.
On it.
(SIGHS) Unbelievable.
This is going to make a lot of people angry.
I think it was more than just a random act of violence.
Yeah, there's a lot easier way to kill somebody
than to shove a gavel down his throat.
(SIGHS) Patterson was one of the best judges we had.
I worked a lot of cases that wound up in his court.
He had over 30 years on the bench.
We requested all of the judge's case files.
Start with the most recent,
see if there were any registered threats.
I'm sure he made a lot of enemies in all those years.
Sir, we have a print off the gavel.
Let's find out who it belongs to.
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(SIGHS)
- RENARD: Any luck? - Nah.
Nothing to write home about yet.
We've been doing a cross-check on the judge's cases
against any recent parolees.
So far we've got three released in the last six months.
Lester Cambridge, paroled from Powder River.
Scott Teller, released from Santiam six weeks ago
and Jamal Shutter, just got out of Eastern.
Any of them back here in Portland?
All three of them.
Nick's checking alibis.
(PHONE RINGING)
Griffin.
I'm at my computer. Send it through.
Thanks.
Got an ID on the print from the judge's house.
A match from the Navy.
One of your parolees?
Nope.
Name's Vince Chilton. Got no record at all.
See if you can get a match on a driver's license.
Renewed it two months ago.
Got an address here in Portland.
All right, let's go.
Go, go, go.
Portland Police! Go, go, go!
Go, go, go.
Kitchen, clear!
Bedroom, clear!
We're clear.
We secured the premises but you got a body in there.
Phew! Man.
(SIGHS)
Vince Chilton?
Umm... Looks like.
Which hand did the fingerprint come from?
The one he doesn't have.
So our killer needed a helping hand, he got it from Chilton.
Yeah, he wanted us to find him.
Means our killer is connected to both of them.
Woman's watch.
Wearing it back side out.
It looks pretty old. Antique maybe.
Doesn't seem like Chilton would be the kind of guy
interested in women's antique watches, huh?
It's engraved.
"To Mary, Love, Mom." Huh. (CHUCKLES)
It's definitely not Chilton's.
Yeah, we got to find Mary.
Let's hope Mary's not connected to this.
Maybe we can trace the watch.
You know, Nick knows a watch guy.
(PHONE RINGING)
(SIGHS)
This is awful early.
NICK: Can you trace an antique watch?
Wow. You're actually calling me for what I do?
Might have to charge you for this.
Yeah, we found one on a murder victim.
I'm with my partner.
We're coming over.
I get it. Be cool.
Wear pants.
Good morning.
Well, not that good if somebody died, I guess,
but, yeah, come on in.
Thanks for helping us out.
Not a problem.
I like to help (STUTTERING) the police whenever I can.
This is the watch we need to trace.
Vintage Lusina. Very nice.
I'm going to have to get in there and check a few details.
- You mind if I... - Forensics cleared it.
Go ahead.
Okay.
Valjoux movement, 72 C to be exact.
Triple calendar.
Wow. Just pure beauty.
Here. Check it out.
Triple complications.
That's day, date, month to the layman.
Probably made in the '30s.
What about the engraving?
Professional.
Could have been done by any engraver, anytime, anywhere.
Oh, this is tragic.
NICK: What?
Some jerk put glue in the movement.
This watch is destroyed. I want to weep.
Why would somebody do that?
To stop it from working.
Maybe they wanted to stop it on a specific time and date.
Glue would certainly guarantee that.
10:15, March 11th.
Any way you can tell us who the owner is?
Original movement number, maybe. Or a service mark.
I'll make some calls. Whoever serviced this will definitely remember it.
How long would that take?
A couple of minutes if they got the paperwork.
There's coffee in the kitchen. Help yourselves.
Nick, you know where it is.
From the time you guys both searched my house.
Remember?
I mean, if you don't remember,
it's right down that hall there.
Yeah. I think I remember.
MONROE: Just right in the kitchen there.
(SIGHS)
He's a little weird, isn't he?
He spends his life fixing clocks.
I wonder where he keeps his coffee cups.
You think March 11th has something to do with Vince Chilton?
Maybe. Or the judge.
What about Mary, the name on the watch?
Maybe March 11th connects all three of them together somehow.
Maybe all four of them, killer included.
But March 11th of what year?
Maybe we're looking at some kind of Zodiac killer here.
Hey, I got something, actually.
Turns out the watch was first purchased in 1933 by a Steven Armstrong.
He gave it to his wife as a wedding present. She...
1933? Who owns it now?
Yeah, man, I got the whole history.
And that's great, really, but we just need to know who owns it now.
Oh, I get it. Okay.
Just the facts, right? Okay.
Let's see. The watch was serviced last here in Portland, actually,
two months ago for a Mary Robinson.
Mary Robinson? You know her?
If it's the same Mary Robinson, I do.
Assistant D.A. Retired about a year ago.
I worked a lot of cases with her.
I got a bad feeling about this.
Thanks.
Anytime.
(SIREN WAILING)
OFFICER: Come on, let's go.
You find her?
Found her body.
WU: Killer cut out her tongue and put it on the scale.
What's the message this time?
Scales of justice?
No.
She's the message.
Mary Robinson herself.
I know who the killer is.
It was a triple homicide five years ago.
Jack Lambert, his wife and seven-year-old daughter
were abducted from their home
and taken to an abandoned quarry near Tigard
and tortured for two days.
I'll never forget the crime scene.
Yeah, I remember the case.
Oleg Stark was a contract killer.
He was suspected of murders in Illinois, Kansas and Colorado.
But this time it was personal.
Jack Lambert was a business associate of Stark's
who knew that Stark demanded to be paid in gold.
Apparently Jack found out where Stark stashed his gold and stole it.
It was a revenge killing.
That's why he got sloppy.
He was angry.
All the other people he killed, he didn't give a damn about.
Stark left a gold coin behind,
that's how I knew it was him.
He was tried here in Portland,
but sentenced to a California ADX facility in Pelican Bay.
How'd he get out?
24 hours ago, Stark escaped.
He was on medical transfer when he got his chance.
Broke the doctor's legs and beat two guards into a coma.
Why didn't we know that Stark escaped?
Bulletin hit California state agency first.
They thought they had him trapped,
so they didn't go wide with it until he was long gone.
Now this is from Stark's medical records.
"Convict displays signs of congenital analgesia,
"a rare genetic disorder which deadens the nerve endings,
"making it difficult to process pain.
"In addition, Stark's bone structure appears abnormally dense."
Which basically makes this guy very unpleasant to deal with.
So what's Stark's connection to Judge Patterson,
Vince Chilton and Mary Robinson?
HANK: Judge presided over the trial.
Mary Robinson prosecuted the case,
Vince Chilton was the jury foreman who handed the verdict to the judge.
Remember the time and date on the watch?
10:15, March 11th.
That was the moment Stark was sentenced to 300 years in prison.
I knew it was something, but I didn't put it together
until I saw Mary Robinson's body.
That would mean, as the arresting officer, he's coming after you next.
I'm going to take this bastard down.
No. No. No, you're going into protective custody.
I'm not running.
He's already killed three people.
I'm not about to lose a cop.
He's killed a lot more than that.
I'm not going to risk it. Neither are you.
I understand why you want to get him. I feel the same way.
But protective custody, that's my call. Not yours.
NICK: When Stark escaped, he had to move fast.
We need to check for stolen vehicles, assaults and B and Es
from here to the state line.
Then get on it.
You know this guy's been shot three times and stabbed twice, right?
Yeah, I know.
Hank, the Captain's just doing what he thinks is right.
What's right for him is not right for me.
Give us 24 hours, see if we can't get it done.
I think I got what you're looking for.
68-year-old man reported his car stolen
from a rest stop on I-5, near the California border.
The perp, fitting Stark's description, drove off
in his blue '92 Cadillac Coupe de Ville, license plate 8-0-7-I-H-O.
Hmm. If that Caddy's in Portland we'll find it.
(SQUEAKS)
Hey, lady!
What are you doing?
Helping you cross the street.
Oh, thank you, young man, you're very kind.
Nothing. Let's go.
NICK: So, what do you know about Stark?
- What do you mean? - Where is he from?
Does he have any family?
Maybe we can get ahead of this guy.
You know, that was one of the weird things about him.
He didn't seem to be from any place.
No record of where he was born. No record of a family.
It's like this guy just fell out of the sky.
Found the Caddy. Or what's left of it.
Blown up in a parking lot across from the city rec facility.
Twentieth and Belmont.
Wait a minute. Isn't that near your old place?
I lived a block away when I worked Stark's case.
I guess this is my wakeup call.
Hank, you're not going anywhere. Captain!
Right now, the safest place for you is here at the precinct.
Let's go.
(SIREN WAILING)
Any witnesses?
FIRE CAPTAIN: We had some people on scene when we got here.
Quite a few of them in the park.
Nobody said anything to us.
You make a determination on the cause?
It's obviously somebody meant to do this.
No attempt to hide it.
Opened gas tank, stuffed something inside,
lit a match, walked away.
Plates on the Caddy are a match for the one that was stolen.
Then it's Stark.
Thank you.
FIRE CAPTAIN: Need anything else, let us know.
RENARD: Sure.
Congenital analgesia, abnormally dense bones.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(GRUNTS)
(KEYS JANGLING)
(ENGINE STARTING)
Honey?
- (CLATTERING) - (GLASS SHATTERING)
Juliette?
(PHONE RINGING)
Hey. Where are you?
JULIETTE: Hey, on my way home with fresh ravioli.
Where are you?
Oh, I'm in the kitchen.
Good. Boil the water on the stove. I'll be right there.
Will do.
(SOFT CLATTERING)
(SIGHS) Damn raccoons.
(CLATTERING)
(GRUNTING)
Where is he?
(GASPS)
Where is he?
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
Where is he?
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
Grimm.
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
Nick!
Run! Run!
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
Nick.
Call Hank.
You have to call Hank.
(PANTING)
DOCTOR: He has three bruised ribs and a dislocated shoulder
to go along with a mild concussion.
Nothing broken, however. He's very lucky.
Thank you.
I'll get units posted here at the hospital
and outside your house around the clock.
And I'll have an escort take you home.
This guy won't get anywhere near you, I promise.
You know who did this?
Yeah.
I've got every cop in the city looking for him.
Trust me, he'll pay for what he's done.
(SIGHS) Juliette.
Hey.
Where's my ravioli?
(CHUCKLES) I spilled the water.
Yeah, you did.
You probably saved my life.
(BREATHING WITH DIFFICULTY)
I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
I'm so sorry, Juliette. It is.
It happened in our house...
With you.
I'll be fine. So will the house.
Nick, you need to rest.
I love you so much.
I love you, too.
Go to sleep. I'll be back in the morning.
(PHONE RINGING)
(MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY)
Hey! I'm actually glad you called.
I found out a whole bunch more information about that watch.
Yeah, it was...
What?
(DOOR OPENS)
Would you like me to stay inside with you?
No, no. I'm... I'm fine. I have a lot to do.
Well, we'll be right outside.
We'll have two cars. One on each street with all entrances covered.
- Good night. - (DOOR CLOSES)
Run!
(SOBBING)
(SNIFFLES)
WU: Stark went after Nick at his house.
He must have followed him home some time after he blew up the car.
He was probably watching the whole thing waiting for me.
When I didn't show, he took my partner.
Yeah, that's kind of what we were thinking.
- Was Juliette there? - Yeah, for part of it.
Good thing, too. If she hadn't come home...
Who knows.
Is she okay?
She didn't get hurt.
That son of a bitch.
RENARD: Hank.
I'm going to see Nick.
Hank. He's going to be fine.
You can't do him any good right now.
I'm not staying here.
This is my responsibility.
The safety of my men is my responsibility.
Look, I want to get Stark as much as you do,
but I'm not going to lose another man doing it.
He won't stop until he gets me.
The only way nobody else gets hurt is if I do this alone.
What if he just thinks you're alone?
What are you talking about?
Set a trap. With you as bait.
HOW?
Roadblocks, spike strips, SWAT units all around. Pick a place we can control.
Ridge Crest Pass.
Two-lane road, one way in, one way out. Could work.
But I'll have to get him there.
Stark attacked Nick for a reason.
Not to kill him, but to draw you out.
He knows you're going to go see him.
Okay.
Then we'll let him think it's worked.
Like I said, I'm going to see Nick.
- (MACHINE BEEPING) - (PANTING)
Where is he?
(PANTING)
I don't know what you were just dreaming about
but it couldn't have been good.
Who did this to you?
He was big.
And he has a rare genetic disorder
that would deaden the nerves
and abnormally dense bones.
Siegbarste.
Your basic ogre.
(SIGHS)
You're saying you saw one here in Portland?
Yeah.
Oh, man. I just got a knot in my stomach.
Siegbarstes are the worst.
I mean, fortunately, they're very rare,
but if you ever run across one...
Well, I guess you have.
You've dealt with one before?
Yeah. When I was a kid.
I mean, I didn't deal with him directly.
He came after a neighbor of mine, two doors down.
Their son Freddy was a buddy of mine.
This guy beat Freddy's dad to death in his own garage.
And then used his tools to, you know.
Trust me, you're lucky to be alive.
He's after Hank.
Hank? Why?
He put him in prison.
Oh, yeah, that'll do it.
These guys carry grudges to the grave.
And usually it's your grave.
I have to stop him.
Good luck with that.
Look at you. He already put you in the hospital, man.
Siegbarstes are hard to kill.
Not only do they have really dense bones,
they have thick skin and body odor that could stop a train.
They're not immortal.
No, they're not immortal, but in order to take one down,
you got to get close enough to do it
before they knock your block off.
Unless of course, you have some Siegbarste Gift.
- What? - Gift.
German word for poison,
which I always found kind of weird at Christmas, but...
That stuff is so rare.
I mean you could search your entire life and never find any.
It literally grows on the north side of trees
just below the timber line in Romania or something.
I think I have some.
What kind of meds they got you on, man? (CHUCKLES)
From my aunt.
Oh.
What's it do?
Calcifies their bones.
So you sort of shatter the ogre from the inside out.
The trick is getting the poison in them.
I think I know how to do that.
There's a rifle.
It's made for it.
I need you to get it for me.
Um...
Okay.
He said somewhat tenuously.
All right, there's a trailer.
Oh, man.
(SIGHS)
Dad?
I swear to God, I'm doing the right thing.
Okay.
Where is this?
Siegbarste. Siegbarste
Oh, that's not it.
That's not it.
Ah!
There you are.
Ooh!
(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)
(SNIFFS)
That's going to stick with me for awhile.
Okay, big cabinet.
This is awesome.
This is a total freak show.
(LAUGHS)
(PULLS TRIGGER)
Oh. This is a big rifle.
Big rifle, big bullets.
(BLOWS) Ooh!
(WOMAN PAGING OVER P.A.)
(SIGHS)
I don't even know where to start.
You can start by telling me what the hell you're doing here.
You're supposed to be on lockdown.
Didn't work out.
(SIGHS)
How you doing?
It would make me feel a hell of a lot better
if you were back at the precinct.
It's all right, we're bringing Stark in.
How?
Just throwing out a little bait.
I think I know how we can bring this guy down.
Captain's already got a plan.
I'm supposed to lead Stark to a road block out on Ridge Crest.
Everyone will be there waiting for him and it's done.
Simple.
Hank, listen to me.
This guy.
He's not normal.
I know what I'm doing.
But there's something you don't know.
During Stark's trial, I did something.
He had a good lawyer.
All the jury needed was reasonable doubt
and that monster was going to walk.
I followed through on a lead,
a surveillance tape from a fast food joint across town.
The guy looked just enough like Stark to maybe give him an alibi.
It was bogus.
Stark planted the guy himself.
If one juror decided it was Stark,
the whole case would have been tossed.
I couldn't let that happen.
And neither could Mary Robinson.
And you lost the tape.
It somehow got misplaced on the way to the D.A.'s office.
Neither of us ever spoke anything about it.
But now you know, too.
I'm the last one Stark blames,
so I'm going to end it where it started.
Then you're going to the quarry instead of Ridge Crest.
At least no one else will get hurt.
So if anyone asks, you can say you tried to stop me, all right?
Hank. Hank!
(COUGHS)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hey, Nick.
Whoa, whoa, man, slow down.
Yeah, I'm bringing you the gun right now.
What do you mean, "Hank's leaving the hospital"?
Oh, yeah. Hank's leaving the hospital.
Looks like he's going to his car.
You want me to give him the gun?
Does he even know about the gun?
If he doesn't know about the gun, I'm not...
He's already leaving, how am I supposed to give him the gun now?
All right, okay. All right. I'll do my best.
(PICK-UP TRUCK APPROACHING)
What am I supposed to do now?
Stark! You are under arrest!
Place your hands behind your head, face down on the ground.
Really like the place you picked.
A lot of fond memories here.
Shut up and get down!
HANK: Do you hear me?
Oh, man.
You owe me five years!
I'm going to say this one last time. Get down on the ground!
Let's get this over with.
Stay where you are.
Stay where you are!
(YELLS)
(GRUNTS)
Oh, man.
Come on.
(COCKING)
(GROANS)
(YELLING)
(GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
(GROANING)
Oh, wow.
(WHISPERING) Okay, time to go. Time to go.
(HANK BREATHING HEAVILY)
(CELL PHONE BEEPS)
This is Detective Griffin.
I want to report a shooting.
(DIALING)
It's done.
Hank is okay.
Me?
I'll live.
Yep. I'll see you.
HANK: Stark is dead.
You killed him?
Somebody did, but it wasn't me.
Who?
I wish I knew.
I owe him one.
(CHUCKLES)
(COUGHS)
I'm glad you're okay.
You, too.
You're lucky to be alive.
Pulling a stunt like that, I should have your badge.
If you want it, you can have it.
I'd rather have you alive and wearing it.
Look, don't get me wrong. I wanted Stark dead, too.
But that's not the way this department works.
You insulted every cop in this city
and we had just as much right to be there as you did.
Okay.
I get it.
You're a good detective, Hank,
but you're a lot better when we're all working together.
Now these
are the bullets pulled out of Stark's body.
According to ballistics,
one 577 and two 600 caliber nitro-express rifle bullets,
made in England over one hundred years ago.
What kind of rifle is that?
Triple barrel.
Very rare.
Made mostly for royalty for their African safaris.
Commonly known as an elephant gun.
Who the hell would have a gun like that?
That is something I'd very much like to know.