This is Souza-Baranowki Correctional Center,
permanent home to Max Morris,
the infamous escape artist serving four consecutive life sentences.
It was 20 years ago this week,
during a performance of the Porter Brothers Circus
in Pittsfield, Massachusetts,
that Max Morris earned his hard time.
Open D82.
Moments after his big finale,
Max inexplicably set fire to the circus tent,
killing four spectators and leaving a dozen more
burned or trampled in the ensuing stampede.
Since then, Max has proved to be one of the most violent
and uncontainable prisoners in the state's history,
escaping from two other facilities
before finally landing here in supermax.
Now, after two decades of silence,
Max Morris has agreed to his first interview ever.
Take a seat.
Take a seat. Take a seat!
I got this one.
All right, lock it up.
Stay still.
Take it off.
- You rolling? - Good to go.
Max, you've never spoke about what happened that day in Pittsfield,
not even to defend yourself against the charges.
Passing years and years.
Perhaps you're finally ready to tell us what drove you
to carry out your ghastly crime?
Perhaps not.
What the hell is this?!
Lock down B-wing! Lock it down!
This is not happening!
I need backup in B-wing!
- Where is he?! - You're asking me?
Thanks.
I'm telling you, Lloyd, this guy's fascinating.
He made a smoke bomb from the stuff he has in prison:
aluminum foil, sugar, stump remover from the maintenance shed.
Potassium nitrate-- that is fascinating.
Poof, this guy disappeared.
They searched the yard; all they found was a hole in the fence.
I mean, he must've coated it a day or two before
with homemade corrosive.
How many ways can I say it?
I'm done. I'm out.
And if the other inmates see me fraternizing with the enemy,
I am screwed, so please...
Look, we need you back.
And this fugitive is right up your alley.
Yeah, Damien was right up alley; look where that got us.
Charlie's gone.
A young woman died while I watched, helpless.
And Max Morris watched his family die when he was just a kid.
They were trapeze artists.
They fell to their death right in front of him.
And then years later,
he burns down the same circus he grew up in.
Now, tell me you're not dying
to get inside this guy's head and find out why.
So, he grew up in the circus--
who was his state-appointed guardian?
Which state? The circus moves from one town to the next.
He grew up off the grid.
He doesn't even have a social security number.
Well...
- No. I'm out. - Yeah?
- Sorry. - You're out?
Sorry to have to do this to you.
Threaten me with maximum security, Ray?
It's nothing compared to the hell that I've been living in.
Hello, Lloyd. Are you there?
Mother.
Why are you calling her?
You hear that, Lloyd?
Is that ice? You drinking already?
- What time is it? - Oh, I'm drinking, Lloyd.
I'm gonna get shit-faced and forget the shame you caused me.
Shame? Mother, I...
This job was the one good thing you had going,
and you just had to quit it,
like everything else from violin to Boy Scouts.
- All right, I'm in. I'm in. - And ballet lessons...
Get these things off me.
His parents are dead,
and he has no other family, so where is this dude going?
I mean, did he keep in touch with anybody after all these years?
No. No letters, no visitors.
Max barely has a paper trail.
He never enrolled in school.
He never reported any income.
He spent his childhood working as a roustabout in the circus.
If he spent his whole life in the circus,
he must've made a friend or two-- let's talk to them.
None of the other performers came to his defense after the fire.
Don't sound like friends to me.
Okay, but the guy was voted "Best Escape Artist in America"
at the age of 16.
Must have had a mentor.
According to the PR spin, Max is self-taught.
Where was he headed the other times he escaped?
We don't know.
Both times he was apprehended before he got very far.
But what we do know is Max is highly dangerous.
An unstable childhood, grew to adulthood in prison,
where he has amassed a long record of violence
and uncontrollable anger.
Yeah, shame Lloyd ain't here.
He'd have a field day with this freakazoid.
So, um... what happened with that?
He just refused to get on the van, or...?
Yeah, pretty much.
Morning. Detective Estes, NYPD, Major Crimes.
This is Detective Gay.
We're looking for Ray Zancanelli.
He's not here. Um, I'm Julianne Simms.
I'm with the Marshals. Can I help you?
Yeah, we're investigating an assault on Tommy Fitzgerald.
We understand he was the subject
of a search on your computers.
We were told the same thing-- that's about all we know.
Turns out Mr. Fitzgerald had business ties to a Pete Gillies.
- Rents commercial space one floor down from you guys. - Yeah.
He must have gained access to your computers
in order to track down Mr. Fitzgerald.
Yeah, we were just down there,
but it looks like the office got cleaned out--
thought maybe you guys might know something about it,
where he might have gone?
No. Uh, no idea.
No, we, uh, we barely talk to the guy.
You guys holding up my elevator?
- NYPD. - Detective Estes.
- Ray Zancanelli. - Detective Gay.
What's this about?
NYPD just found a link between Tommy Fitzgerald
and, um, that guy Pete from downstairs.
You're kidding?
My office.
Have a seat.
I assume you have a case folder for me.
Uh, yeah. Right here.
So why are you...
What are you doing here?
Bitch, what are you doing down here?
Your boy's gone.
If you left any clues to where he was at,
cops would've found him already.
Came here to tell me that?
I came down here to tell you,
if the Marshals found out that one of us
gave her boy-toy access to the computers for criminal purposes,
it's over, for all of us.
Are you accusing me of something?
You're damned straight!
You better fix your mess.
'Cause I will turn into the lowest kind of snitch
before I let your hormones get my ass sent back to Sing Sing.
That's my word.
You always
Hurt
You hurt the one
You love
The one...
Clocked you the second you walked in here, circus freak.
On the ground.
Hands where I can see 'em.
All the way down. Down, down, down, down.
All right, hands behind your back.
Other one.
Now, don't move.
You're not the first shoplifter I've caught,
but you're the first one that's gonna get me on TV.
Now, don't you move, Magnificent Max.
You
Always hurt...
All right, thanks for your time, Zancanelli.
Sure thing. I'll talk to my people.
If we find out anything, we'll be in touch.
Yeah, yeah. Good.
Your phone's ringing.
I see it.
It's a blocked number.
- Must be Damien. - Most likely.
Hello? Hello?
Talk to him, Lloyd.
I'm a little busy, Ray. Sorry.
Hey, Damien.
This is Ray Zancanelli. Talk to me.
Come on, Damien.
Track and trace that call.
Okay, but it's gonna be the same scrambled signal.
Do it anyway.
What's the matter with you?
- What? - I know you went through something awful,
but Charlie's killer's trying to reach out to you.
At least answer the call.
I have a plan, Ray.
- What, you have a plan? - Yeah.
You have a plan.
Max Morris, he's all over the news, Right?
So Damien would've heard about the breakout,
and he'll assume, correctly as it turns out,
that I have been furloughed to work the case.
And naturally, he's gonna try and call me
and to taunt me some more, but...
if he can't get me on the phone,
that lack of attention is gonna drive him nuts,
and it's gonna unsettle him,
and that might be when he slips up.
- That's it? - Yeah.
Your plan to catch Damien is ignore him?
Look, if you're too traumatized
to talks to Damien, just say so.
Okay? Don't dress it up as some clever strategy...
Oh, my goodness! I'm not dressing anything up.
Ray, there are seven phases to a serial killer's process.
Okay, right now Damien is in the totem phase.
The next is depression.
Now, in order for him to maintain the rush
from his most recent murder and avoid a scathing
case of the gloomies,
he needs to hold on to a trophy.
I'm his audience, Ray.
I am the proverbial trophy. If I talk to him,
I'm just giving him what he wants.
But if I ignore him...
that's gonna knock him off balance.
Yo... "Fire and Ice."
"Fire and Ice," Sheamond.
Well, if you want Damien to think that
your putting all your focus into Max Morris...
you better put all your energy into Max Morris!
I'm way ahead of you.
When Max lit that big top fire,
traveling circuses were already a dying form of entertainment.
But they've been around for a long time.
So their social composition is well established.
They are nomadic, insular group of people
whose members consist of generations of families
raised in the same lifestyle.
It's a world where you can escape society,
uh, untethered to any one place.
It's a world where you can be free to create your own history.
Where you can, uh, conceal your past
through a fictional origin story.
No one questions it because they're all there for the same reason.
Precisely.
So you want to find Max Morris?
First you have to pierce the veil of lies
surrounding his childhood.
You have to find out where he came from,
and then maybe you could learn where he's really going.
Can't ask his coworkers.
The file says the circus shut down
after Houdini went all firebug on it.
That's true, but another company
bought up the Porter Brothers' operation
and, um, they still have a sort of travelling carnival,
with a juggling show, magic act, clowns.
Where's this carnival?
Well, it moves around, but it's based out of the northeast.
I'll check the calendar.
We got a homicidal maniac on the loose,
and you want to ride the tilt-a-whirl?
Looks like they're set up in Far Hills, New Jersey.
All right, come on. I'll buy you a cotton candy.
Hey, you part of this team?
Come on, let's go.
You don't look much like a horse.
What are you doing back there?
Sorry. Saw Texas plates,
figured you're headed down south.
Thought maybe I'd catch a ride.
Well, you probably be a lot more comfortable
up in the cab.
So you've got nothing on Max Morris?
No.
Okay, none of the game booth operators
worked for the Porter Brothers.
The acrobats were too young.
But I did find a truck driver who worked the circus,
but he said the drivers and the performers never mingled much.
All right, so we'll see what Shea and Lloyd come up with.
This guy Pete from downstairs...
Yeah?
You see, uh, Shea and Lloyd get friendly with him?
No. No, I don't think so.
I had to ask.
I've been giving you guys a lot of slack since Charlie.
This thing with the computers
is making me wonder.
What did you find out?
I just had a nice conversation
with a contortionist.
I don't remember anything that she said to me.
How about you?
Yeah, yeah, you know...
Nothing? Talk to anybody
except the guy who sold you that cotton candy?
Listen, you're supposed to be able to relate
to transient types, speak their language.
You telling me you couldn't get anybody
to talk about Max Morris?
- Shut up. - What?
Shea's afraid of clowns.
You're afraid of clowns?
Listen, you better start looking under rocks.
Come on, Ray, fear of clowns is a real neurosis
recognized by the DSM-- coulrophobia.
See, man, it's a legitimate condition...
Then it's the only thing about you that is legit.
Ray...
I think we got a bogey.
Split up!
Hey! Hey! Whoa!
Shea!
That is the way to work out your issues, Shea!
Yeah, that was good.
Whoo!
Good for you. Good for you.
Let's get him up.
You don't look like a fella
who's headed for a hot meal and a warm bed.
You look more like a fella who's headed for trouble.
And I don't mean nothing by it.
It's only that, uh...
you know, I got a familiarity with anger.
And I know you got your fair share of it, son.
Huh? Look, it don't make you a bad person.
Even if it's made me do bad things?
Don't let anger define you, okay?
There's good in you.
I can see it.
That's a black dude?
Oh, man, this ain't right.
Black man in white face.
Racist.
All right, Bubbles ran here because he had an outstanding warrant.
Let's go, Lloyd.
Mike Dodd...
you're wanted in Ohio for non-payment of child support.
Ooh. Another deadbeat clown.
Just Ohio?
I could look for other warrants if you want.
No. What I really want is a lawyer
so I can sue you for that beat down your homie gave me.
I got plenty of witnesses.
Okay, well, let's keep it simple.
You worked for Porter Brothers
back in the day along with Max Morris.
Yeah. Damn near got killed in that fire he started.
- True he got out? - Sure is.
So tell us everything you know about Max Morris
and maybe I won't send you back on a bus to Columbus.
What would I know about Morris?
Any background information, like, who raised him
after his parents died in that trapeze mishap.
You got to go back way farther than that.
That trapeze artist-- Tanya and Vincent Morris--
they weren't Max's parents.
That was just some sort of romantic fiction
that management cooked up to promote Max's act.
So who were his parents?
Tiny Tony and Eleanore Tubbs.
Couple of sideshow acts.
He was three foot six.
She was 950 pounds of cushion for the pushing.
Oh, Lordy. Tony got sauced one night
and stumbled into Ellie's trailer on a dare.
What happened in there no man can say.
But nine months later Max was born.
So where are they?
Eleanor's long dead.
Diabetes got her before Max was maybe seven.
I got no idea where Tony is.
He got out of the game.
Midget acts don't play anymore.
But Tony raised Max?
Oh, please. If Max got within five feet of Tony,
he'd whack the kid aside with his little cane.
Tony had a family working in the show.
He never coped to banging Eleanor.
Okay, so who did raise Max?
Well...No one really. I mean,
the kid just kind of hung around.
He was always there. So we just...
let the little lunatic stay on.
So let me get this straight.
No one took care of Max?
And all of you stood by while this kid
was exploited for cheap labor? Is that right?
No. Well, you're making it sound worse than it was.
I mean, we let the kid perform, didn't we?
You called him Mad Max, didn't you?
Well, if he didn't like it,
how come he stuck around all those years?
Well, as you pointed out, Max was mentally unstable.
I mean, it sounds like the circus community
unwittingly applied some destabilization
which is a brainwashing technique
where you bully someone and you lower their self-worth.
You took a malfunctioning mind
and you just broke it completely.
He didn't leave because
he blamed himself for the situation.
He tried to fit in by putting together a world-class act,
but that didn't even earn your respect.
Is it any wonder he tried to burn the circus down?
What's going on?
Max had a very specific reason for setting that fire.
I read something in his deposition. I'm just...
Okay, here, here.
The prosecutor was asking him if he had any remorse
for killing those four people.
"What did you have against Arnold Weir?" Max says,
"I just wanted to kill him."
"What about that young boy from Hinsdale, Paul Doonan?"
Max says, "I just wanted to kill him."
Then they ask about a victim named Sammy Hearns.
He just wanted to kill him? Exactly.
But here's the thing.
Sammy's a woman.
Max wasn't talking about his victims.
When he says, "I just wanted to kill him,"
he wasn't explaining his actions,
he was explaining his intentions.
The fire was meant to kill one man.
Most likely the person he blamed for his low status
in the circus community.
Tiny Tony. The father who denied him,
and even refused to acknowledge his existence.
Tiny Tony-- his real name is Wesley Peebles.
And it looks like his Social Security checks
are being sent to an address in Sugar Loaf, New York.
Let's gear up.
Yeah, Jules?
Oh, okay.
Forgot to release the clown.
I wasn't gonna say anything.
Get in the truck. I'll be right down.
Okay, Shea, take me back-- when did the clown thing start?
I don't know when it started and I don't want to talk about it.
I'm here to help. Please.
I don't want to talk about it.
I got to go call my kid.
Dickhead, you used me to find a guy,
and then you put him in a coma.
It's not like that, Erica.
That wasn't the plan.
I went to Fitzgerald to get the 50 grand
that he stole from me.
He's the one that got violent.
If he doesn't wake up, that's murder.
And if I'm implicated in that,
my daughter will be grown and married by the time I see her.
How are you gonna fix this?
I don't know.
Okay look, Pete, I need to know.
Was I just part of some long-term con?
Hey, no, Erica...
Absolutely not.
Yeah, I saw an opportunity, and I took it.
My feelings were real and they will remain real.
What? You want proof? Okay.
Let's run away. I got 50 grand.
We'll get out of the country, we'll get up on our feet.
We're gonna run away together?
Play house, be a big happy family?
Erica, I...
No, Pete. If you're about to say "I love you,"
I am gonna punch you in the face.
Run away with you? You run away, Pete.
You disappear,
because if they can't find you,
they can't connect me to you.
I was gonna say you can call me on this.
It's prepaid.
Think about it.
Okay, I've thought about it.
You're the one who got us into this,
and you are the one that needs to vanish.
Erica!
Let's go!
Um, okay.
I guess we're looking for a hobbit-sized trailer.
You know what I don't get?
How can a midget and a fat lady
have a tall, skinny kid?
Oh, come on, I'm the only one who remembers Punnett squares
from biology class?
Erica, Punnett squares?
The odds are entirely dependant
on whether they're dominant or recessive genes
controlling the obesity and the dwarfism,
which, by the way, is way less offensive than the M word, so...
M word?
There it is.
Hey, Ray, we found it.
I'm coming up the back way.
I thought there was a difference between midgets and dwarves?
No, actually that's only according to P.T. Barnum,
who coined midget to describe the evenly-proportioned
little people he found most entertaining.
Word sticks around for over 100 years.
It was inevitably replaced with little people,
and currently dwarfism is also acceptable.
I wish they'd make up their mind.
Say that to the National Association
for the Advancement of Colored People, huh?
Huh, huh?
The bigger question is how does a dude
that small get it on with a woman weighing in at 900 lbs?
It's all mechanics, Shea, okay?
So you take the fulcrum... the fulcrum, right?
Can I help you?
Uh, sorry, we're, um...
We're looking for Tiny Tony.
Uh... Wesley Peebles.
Yeah, he's like, uh, yay-big.
Yeah, I know Tony, and I'm quite aware of how big he is.
Uh, is he here? We need to see him.
Not at the moment. Do you know when he'll be back?
It's kind of important.
We think he might be in danger. I'm sorry,
are you cops? That's kind of a gray-ish area.
Are you his lovely daughter?
Ew, that would be incest.
Could you just tell us where he is or call him, because again,
his life is in jeopardy. I don't know where he is.
Tony doesn't live here, does he?
Or did he have a growth spurt
and change his name to Jesus?
Where'd you get that?
Found it on the clothesline out back.
You stepping out on Tony, huh?
Okay, look,
hon, we're not interested in your personal life,
but we just told you that Tony is in real danger,
and you don't seem too worried.
Because his life can't be in any danger.
He died over a year ago.
Yet his social security checks are still being cashed?
So, where is he? You and Jesus make
the little man disappear? What? No.
Look, Tony drank himself to death under a highway overpass.
All I did was leave his body unclaimed at the morgue
so the checks would keep coming.
I know it was wrong, but...
You know, great theory, Lloyd.
How can Max kill a dead man?
Who else knows Tony's dead? No one, probably.
His wife died, and the only family
he's got left is his son, Kurt.
They stopped speaking years ago. He's not the only one.
If Max doesn't know Tony's dead,
he might still be coming after him.
Anybody else come looking for Tony?
Not that I know of.
You have a safe place to go for a little while?
Maybe down to the social security office?
Cancel Tony's benefits?
Sound like a good idea?
So, what do you got in mind?
Don't recognize me, huh?
Used to be famous.
On the TV?
Trained myself to be an escape artist.
How I did it was I put myself intentionally in a bad situation
to see if I could get out.
Lock myself in the trunk of a car,
tie my hands and jump into a lake,
that sort of thing.
I loved the challenge.
I got it.
Use a lark's head.
Cross-wrap it nice and tight.
That's it, cowboy.
Finish it up with a square knot.
All right?
Hey, now, whoa.
Man, easy, man.
Take it easy.
You get to it before I do,
you live.
If not...
You're crazy.
One,
two...
No. No, listen,
I'm not playing your sick game, man.
You better.
Because I am.
Stop it.
Three. Lost your mind!
No, please.
Thanks for the ride.
You know Julianne can run a trap-and-trace on our phones.
There's not even a single picture of Max
in this whole thing.
It's like he doesn't even exist.
Do not get that.
I know it seems like a counterintuitive approach,
but trust me, it's gonna drive him crazy.
Then if you don't answer this phone, I will.
Fine.
Just-just let it go.
Jerk.
Come here. Don't want to talk to him?
I'm gonna make you listen.
He doesn't want to talk to you, Damien,
and I can't blame him.
So you're stuck with me.
Come on, I know you're there.
Pathetic mental case.
Why don't you drop some of your wisdom on us.
What's happened to you, Deputy Zancanelli?
Did they demote you?
How do you mean?
There are some big fugitives out there.
I know because I'm one of them.
but your bosses aren't letting you chase me, are they?
Oh, I haven't forgot about you.
Of course not.
But you can't do anything about it, can you?
Too busy hunting down circus freaks.
Oh, don't worry about that, I can multitask.
Give it up, Zancanelli; you lost me.
I'm the one that got away.
First you lost your partner, then you lost me.
No wonder they don't trust you to track me down.
Not even with the help from the eminent
Lloyd Lowery.
How about we get together, Damien?
Just you and me.
I have nothing more to say to you.
I want to speak to Lowery.
But I understand if he's in too delicate a state.
I told you. I'm driving him nuts.
No, you're driving me nuts.
Go ahead, Jules.
Ray, I got a hit.
A big one. Okay.
A man was found dead on the side of the road in Wurtsboro.
Now, his credit card records indicate
that he was in Deerfield, Massachusetts earlier today
at a truck stop where a cashier was found murdered.
Now, Deerfield is not too far from the prison
where Max Morris broke out of this morning.
Mad Max must have caught a ride.
Where the hell is Wurtsboro?
That's the thing, Max is already west of you guys.
Max isn't coming after Tony.
Check this out, Wurtsboro is only 20 minutes
from Monticello, where Tony's legitimate son lives.
Max's half-brother.
Maybe he's going there for help.
No, not help.
Maybe the "Him" Max was talking about wasn't Tony.
I mean, look, children instinctively want
to form attachments with their fathers,
but Max's dad only bonded with his other son,
his dwarf son, Kurt.
So, we could be talking about,
uh, just some sibling rivalry here.
Max doesn't know that Tony's dead.
He's still trying to win his love,
and he's trying to do it by eliminating the competition.
All right, Jules, tell Monticello PD
I want eyes on Kurt Peebles.
We'll be there as soon as we can.
You got it; oh, and Detective Estes called.
He wanted to tell you that Tommy Fitzgerald
was taken off life support this afternoon.
He's dead.
All right, just get a hold of Monticello PD.
Way to keep a low profile.
Idea is to catch Max, not scare him off.
You Kurt Peebles?
No, I'm Yao Ming in disguise.
Ray Zancanelli, US Marshals.
Oh, great. More government employees.
So, you want to tell me why you think Max Morris
is coming to see me?
Some people think Max Morris is your brother.
Yeah, it's half-brother, and they're wrong.
No way I share blood with that twitchy psychotic arsonist.
Me and the other kids, we used to bounce juggling pins
off his head when we were little.
That loon used to just sit there and let it happen.
Don't tell me I'm related to that.
But you know what, more to the point,
anybody who suggests that my father got busy
with some morbidly obese chick who smelled like a yak,
I got this to say, they don't know my father.
He is far too lazy to get on top and do all that work.
Wow.
Uh, sir, when's the last time you saw your father?
A lifetime ago, why?
Well, I'm sorry to inform you that your dad
passed away a while back.
Wait, don't tell me.
Electrocuted himself trying
to steal copper wire off a light pole.
No, he drank himself to death.
Now, that was my next guess.
Can we get back to Max for a second?
What's his beef with me?
Gee, I wonder. For whatever reason,
Max is on his way here.
So, we'd like to move you to a safe location
stake out your house in order to catch him.
Screw that! I got a Storage Wars marathon sitting on my DVR.
I ain't going anywhere.
Okay, sir,
we are dealing with a very dangerous and determined
psychotic here... Oh, please.
I spent ten years working in biker bars,
getting tossed around by 200-pound meth heads.
Think I'm scared of some imbecile who plays with matches?
Besides, how the hell is he gonna get in here
when you got an army of cops out there trampling my lawn?
Let you doughnut-eaters earn my tax money.
I am sitting and watching TV.
Yeah, Max is definitely coming to kill that guy.
What the hell is this?
I said get rid of the three-ring circus,
not add more tour dates.
That is what I'm telling them, Ray.
Who ordered this?
Monticello chief of police.
Said the little douchebag inside
won't let the cops use the bathroom.
They're gonna be here a while, so...
Where's your chief?
Cover for me, okay?
Last time I covered for you, a dude ended up in a coma.
Erica?
Tommy Fitzgerald is dead.
Pete, I am sorry about the way I said it before,
but you need to disappear.
Okay, things just got real bad.
First thing you need to do is cut up your credit cards,
IDs, everything.
Don't tell anybody where you're going, not a soul.
Erica, listen to me.
I already spoke to my lawyer.
Why?
He says I can plead down to a manslaughter charge.
That's great for you, Pete, but what about me?
I'll gonna lose my privileges here. I'm...
I'm going to go back to hard time.
I'm not gonna say anything about you.
What are you going to tell them, Pete?
That you broke into a US Marshals' office?
That's a federal offense! You can't... you can't
plead your way out of that one.
But you already knew that, didn't you?
You mother...
Listen. I don't know what to do, Erica!
What difference does it make? You're already in jail!
That came out wrong.
Max.
How the hell did you get in...?
Hey.
Hey, you look good, Max.
How you... how you been?
Hey. Hey, hey, good news.
You-you and me-- we're-we're brothers, man.
I mean, of course, I had heard the rumors
back in the day, but apparently, it's true.
Look, I'm...
I'm really sorry that Dad never had the balls to admit it
before the old bastard kicked it, you know?
You didn't know, either.
I just found out myself.
Hey, come on, man.
You know, don't treat me like that, right?
I mean, come on. Enough with the silent treatment.
Oh, you won't...
Move all these vehicles out of here.
Okay, maybe keep one, two unmarked cars in the distance.
If you're gonna truck in toilets,
you might as well hang a welcome banner.
And how long's it take to deliver a Porta Potti anyway?
This is a cash-only sale.
All sales are final.
We're gonna cut the lock. We're gonna open the door.
You guys. 21...
- Around the rear. - ...not open any boxes.
We are gonna sell this to the highest cash bid.
Are you ready to go? Let's go.
Force is here, and Max still gets in?
Lock down this neighborhood.
Max is still here.
Have your men check every square inch of this house.
Got it. Where's Erica?
Where are you?
Hey. Ray, sorry. I-I just had to pee really bad.
I'm at the corner store. All right, Max is here.
He killed Kurt. He's on the move.
Max is here?
Why aren't the cops doing anything about it?
They are. Why aren't you?
Ray, I got him.
Come on, let's go.
Not another step. Get down.
Get down!
Are you okay?
You okay? Yeah.
You got everything? Yeah, everything I could find.
That ain't nearly enough.
Jules, do you, um... do you have an aspirin?
Uh, yeah, on my desk.
You okay? I heard things got pretty hairy out there.
Yeah, I'm good.
So, you missed some excitement here, too.
NYPD got a hold of Pete Gillies.
What happened?
One or two?
Two.
Nothing... yet.
His lawyer's bringing him in tomorrow for questioning.
Good. Well, guess we'll get some answers.
Your... aspirin?
Yeah.
What you want to do is duct tape or the keyhole.
Yeah? I want any shit out of you, I'll squeeze your head.
How about that?
Oh, come on! Ooh! Jerk!
Jules, get me the spit mask.
We don't have any.
What? Why?
Because we've never needed one before.
But I've got an idea.
Still warm.
Oh, that's got to be killing you, man.
Homeboy's been here for three minutes,
and he's already in Julianne's drawers.
That cuts deep, Shea, like a knife.
Thanks for the support.
You lost to a guy whose daddy was so short,
he could have posed for trophies.
Oh! Wow. That got a rise out of him. Do his mother.
Oh, his mama? Yeah.
Oh, yeah, his mama was so fat...
How fat was she?
Her cereal bowl came with a warning sign.
Mm-hmm. "No lifeguard on duty."
I don't...
US Marshals.
Hello? Hello?
Put it on speaker, Julianne.
Damien?
Well, well, well.
Why are you ducking me, Doc?
Was it something I said?
It wasn't you... Damien. It's, uh... it's me.
I know that really sucks to hear,
but I needed a challenge.
You know? Needed something shiny and new,
something to hold my interest.
Think I found it. Might have heard of him.
Max Morris, the, uh, esc.
The circus tool?
Now, now, with the names. Come on.
Speaking of names, remember Nina Paulson?
Little dame we two-wayed.
Well, I did all the heavy lifting,
but you were a commendable sous killer.
Man, is she hot.
Cute smile, taut little body.
And her feet-- the way they wiggled in her last throes.
This investigation is ongoing,
and it's only a matter of time before we find you.
"We?" You're not even on the case.
I meant the royal we, okay?
We are through.
You are officially in my rearview mirror, Damien.
I'm all about Max Morris now, so...
Nina's death is on you.
Had you pressed harder when you had the chance,
I wouldn't be out.
You know that, and you want to right that.
So, put your coat back on and come after me like a man,
because there's another girl missing,
and she needs your help.
How did you know I took my coat off?
Son of a bitch is watching us.
And he calls when he knows we're in the office.
He's got to be on that rooftop.
All right, Jules, grab a firearm, keep an eye on Max.
Got it.
Warm.
Son of a bitch was right here watching us
right in our backyard.
Jules, put an alert out. Call everyone.
The son of a bitch is here.
I'm on it, Ray.
Oh, my God! It's Ray's daughter's ID.
Yeah, Christina, it's Ray.
Let me talk to Theresa.
What do you mean, she's late?
How late? Five minutes? Five hours?
Because I want to talk to her!
She's my daughter! Where is she?!
No, no, no, I want every Marshal on this,
NYPD kidnap squad,
I want the FBI in case he takes her over state lines.
No, listen to me, get the Port Authority
on every bus, on every terminal.
Shut down the the Easy Pass
on all the bridges.
I want this guy going through the toll booths.
No, just do it!
This is my kid!
He has my girl.
This animal has Theresa,
and you're just standing there!
Please, just take a breath.
Right now you are literally not thinking right.
Your adrenal glands
are working overtime; your heart's sending
a deluge of blood to your brain.
This is all your fault, you little college prick.
You wanted to lure Damien in close.
You lured him in so close, that he took my kid.
Dead or alive, Ray; those are the only two options as to how
Theresa will be the next time we see her, so please,
how you react over the next few hours
will determine which one of those we get.
Just take a breath.
And pull your shit together.
Please.
Guys?
This was hidden in Theresa's ID.
What does it say?
Uh, I don't know; it's math.
This is Damien's handwriting; what is it?
Trigonometric functions.
Radians, a visual way to display angels through coordinates.
He's still leaving riddles? Shh.
Just take a breath, okay?
Damien's intelligent, but his IQ tops off at like 130.
I can figure this out, and he knows I can.
So he wants me to.
Marshals. Um, where's my pen?
Oh, okay. Give me that.
Thanks.
Transpo's on their way up for Max.
No, absolutely not.
They take Max,
the cons go back to Maybelle.
I need you guys.
Not a problem.
Come on!
You can't lock me in the... Hey, keep it down.
Loosen my cuffs.
If you don't shut up,
I will drown you in the toilet.
They're too tight. I'm not gonna try any...
Ain't the day to play.
Hey, how you doing?
I'm here for Max Morris.
Morris? Morris?
We don't got him yet.
What do you mean, you don't got him?
I got a call he was here.
Then you got the wrong phone call, pal.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What am I, your girlfriend?
Taking me for a walk?
I got four deputies downstairs
ready to Hannibal Lecter this guy.
What, do you got wax in your ears? He's not here.
Take it easy. Okay, maybe it hasn't trickled down to Transpo
what I'm dealing with right now, okay,
so I'm going to give you a pass on your ass kicking.
Now, beat it.
You know, Zancanelli,
everyone at HQ always said you were a dick.
Everybody's right.
Now, keep walking.
Dick.
Is he gone?
Yeah.
Listen, we've got more problems than Transpo coming by.
Oh, like problems with your boy Wolverine downstairs?
Don't look at me like that.
Dude's got hair like Wolverine.
Okay, look, whatever. Problem is,
he's going to go to the cops.
What, he's going to rat you out?
He's naive. He thinks if he tells the truth
that he can cut a plea and-and they're not
going to come after me because he duped me.
If the cops find out that you gave him
the address to a man who later winds up dead,
they will nail you, Erica.
Look, I know.
Where's he live?
Make one phone call, take care of this today.
No.
No, you don't touch him.
I can handle this.
Really?
Why'd you tell me?
Yes!
Got it.
Okay, so I've mapped out the points in the Euclidean plane.
Each set of coordinates translates to an angle.
So 64 degrees, 63 degrees and so on.
And I lined up the numbers.
646, that's the first three numbers
in the New York area code.
323, that's the first three numbers in the prefix...
Okay.
Running the trace.
We need him on the line
at least 30 seconds, Ray.
I don't know it's a number, Ray.
That's just a guess. Hello?
This is agent Ray Zancanelli.
Damien, if this is you...
Daddy!
Teresa?
Teresa, sweetheart, I'm going to get you back.
I'm not going to let
anything else happen to you you.
Baby, I just need you to be brave.
Hi, Daddy.
Damien.
Damien, if you so much as touch a hair
on my child...
Oh, I won't touch her, Ray.
At least not yet.
In fact, I'm going to put her
someplace for safe keeping.
Thing is, it's only safe for the next four hours.
After that...
...she's out of air.
Me for her, even swap.
You'll have a marshal.
You'll get all the attention you want.
Why would I take an old man over the innocence of youth?
Now, if you ever want to hold your little girl again,
I suggest you look to a youth that wasn't so innocent.
I'd start with the man who popped Julianne's cherry.
Excuse my vulgar language.
Damien, why do we need to talk to this person?
Oh, hey, Doc.
Knew you'd figure out my little math problem.
You're so smart.
You didn't answer my question.
And I won't.
But you better figure it out, Doc.
'Cause if you don't put together the clues
from my little scavenger hunt,
Teresa dies.
I made this game just for you, Dr. Lowery.
Clock's a-ticking.
Get it?
He was on long enough, but he's
bouncing the signal off random towers.
It's untraceable.
All right, we got the number.
Tell ESU to keep working on it.
No, he dumped that phone already.
Guarantee he's got a fresh one in his pocket.
We got to wait until he calls again.
Ray.
We heard her voice. We know she's alive.
We just... we have to just keep playing his game,
and we will find her.
First guy you slept with.
Um... Billy McBride.
Um, last I heard, he lives in Park Slope.
All right, get the address.
Come on, let's go. Get changed.
Ray, Ray, Ray, what about...
what about Houdini in the bathroom?
It ain't safe to leave him alone here with Julianne.
Jules, we need some of your meds.
Open your mouth. Open your mouth!
You didn't get them down his throat yet?
Keep his mouth open. I need to get...
How many of Julianne's crazy pills are you going to give him?
It's called Xanax-- and just enough
so that he doesn't escape.
All right, close his mouth, pinch his nose.
All right, you get to breathe again
when I see you swallow.
And don't fake it. I'm a doctor.
I've seen that before.
Open his mouth, Shea. Let me see.
Okay, they're down. Good. All right, let's go.
Guys, somebody's got to stay with him till the pills kick in.
I'll do it. Fine.
Erica, hold on. Come here for a second.
Come here.
Listen, Ray is wound up tighter
than a two dollar watch.
Try to keep him cool. He listens to you.
This is some serious business we're dealing with.
I have a daughter. Do you really think
you need to tell me how important this is?
All right, you keep it cool, too.
Thanks for the phone, baby.
Where you at, Wolverine?
That was sweet.
Had her speed bumps up into me the whole time.
Yeah, keep talking, I'll knock your ass out again.
Sorry if I'm flustered,
but this is the second time this week
a marshal's been here flashing a badge.
Is this him? Yeah.
That's Deputy DuChamp.
I know, ever since Madoff went down,
every fund manager's in the crosshairs,
but I'll open my books.
Okay, I don't care about your books.
I need to know everything he said and did when he was here.
You tell the truth, we're out the door.
You hold back, and I have the SEC pull your card
for no good reason. Fine, fine, fine.
It was weird.
He said he was doing a background check
on a marshal up for a promotion,
a girlfriend of mine from high school.
Julianne Simms? Yeah.
Said it was a standard check.
Wanted to know about alcohol, drug use,
our sexual history.
It was uncomfortable, but I-I see a badge,
tell the truth. What else?
Nothing. I told him we smoked some weed,
drank beer.
I was the football captain, she was cheer squad.
She was a firecracker.
Of course there was sex, but that shouldn't cost...
Okay, I don't care about your opinions.
What else did you talk about?
That... that's it.
He-he wanted to know if we had sex in public places,
take pictures.
He said it spoke to character.
I said we did stuff like that, but she's still a good person.
Okay, enough. Ray, this is irrelevant.
Damien's just trying to humiliate me.
He said this was a scavenger hunt.
There had to be another reason why he was here.
That's all he asked me about.
Then he used the bathroom and left.
It was all of 15 minutes.
Nothing.
Nothing!
Ray?
Digoxin.
Prescribed to Charles DuChamp.
It's his heart medication.
"Till death do us part."
I don't know. I gave all Charlie's
personal effects to his wife.
His meds were on him when he died.
How did Damien get it?
Oh, my God. He's been to Charlie's house.
Marisol.
What do you mean that he was in our house?
How could he have gotten in?
Nothing's broken.
Damien's resourceful.
Ray, I really want to help you and Teresa,
but I haven't found anything.
Nothing's missing.
We looked everywhere.
Nothing's out of line.
Okay, the note said, "Till death do us part."
Could there be anything in...
in your wedding album or...?
Okay, I can get it for you.
Hey, Erica.
Could, you, uh, go look through that outside?
I just want to talk to Ray. It's about Teresa.
Yeah, sure.
He didn't leave anything in Charlie's wedding album.
He left it in Charlie.
You telling me he left it in the urn?
Think about it, what would give Damien more pleasure?
Having us find the clue in a drawer, or a book?
Or make us root through our friend's remains?
Oh, that twisted son of a bitch.
Ah, man...
Just... be careful.
Believe me, probably would want me to
dump this on the floor for not saving Teresa.
I got something.
Ray, he's running!
Shea, put that on.
You think I'm playing games today?
You think I'm playing today?!
Ray... Ray, get off of him!
You think I'm playing games?! Huh?!
Get off him. Ray, get off him!
Hey man, how do you expect to find your kid
if your locked up for killing this dude?
I thought you locked him to the floor bolt!
I-I did!
Any more tricks from you,
and your next escape will be from a coffin.
Get him up!
The way the numbers are spaced, it could be a combination...
Maybe another phone number?
Too many digits.
What are those dots after the numbers?
Could they be, like, a longitude or latitude?
I could see if it lays out that way--
maybe give us a location. I'm not sure though.
Is this another puzzle? Mm-hmm.
We already killed two hours!
What's the FBI got?
They've got amber alerts all over New York,
Jersey, and Connecticut. Um...
NYPD has an alarm out to every precinct
and to Nassau and Suffolk.
And HQ called for an update on Max.
Well, stall 'em!
Crack this damn code.
Erica, rerun every tip
the FBI has already discounted. Shea...
Where the hell's Shea?
Hey, what's up, man? You Pete, right?
Erica wanted me to come tell you
she'll be down in a minute just...
I sent that text, not Erica, bitch.
Now let me tell you how we're gonna move forward
with this situation.
You can tell the cops anything you want.
But if Erica's name come out of your punk-ass mouth,
I will bury you.
You hear me?!
Me and my boys will chop you up and bury you.
My reach is long, Pete.
Long.
I will find you.
You dig?
I'm not going to be a problem.
Good.
Now, thank me.
Thank me for not killing you
and throwing you in that dumpster over there.
Thank you.
That-a-girl.
Hey.
Where were you? Ray was looking for you.
I had to get some air.
What were you doing with my phone?
Takin' care of business.
Damn it!
What's goin' on?
I tracked every combination of these numbers that results
in a latitude and longitude that corresponds to a land mass.
But the location is in freakin' Saudi Arabia.
All right, do it again. Ray, it's a computer program.
I put the numbers in, it spits out a location.
I can't change it. Do it again!
Ray, I'm trying to help.
I don't want your help. I want my daughter.
Now cross your T's and dot your I's, and do it again.
That might be it.
Might be what? The T's and the I's.
Letters. The numbers might represent letters.
It's so simple. Instead of 20 degrees,
it's the 20th letter of the alphabet, T.
If you figure this out, I'll finally admit you're a genius.
What, what is it?
T. M. Ganaway. What's that?
Come on, Lloyd, my daughter has less than two hours.
What is it?!
Uh, it's not an "It", it's "Who."
Ted and Mara Ganaway are the parents of the girl
I wrote the prescription for, the girl who OD'd...
...who I killed.
You should handle this, Ray.
We don't got time for that.
Hey.
Do you understand why I got 25 years for a manslaughter charge?
That was the first offer from the DA, and I took it
so I wouldn't have to face these people.
Damien knows this and he is screwing with me.
Okay, that's why he wants me to hear Julianne's sexual history.
That's why he wants me to see my friends remains desecrated
and why he wants me to face the Ganaways.
And he wants the fate of my child
in your hands, and it is.
Whether you want it to be or not, Lloyd.
Can I help you?
How dare you come here.
Mr. Ganaway, please... Marshal DuChamp assured me
you would not be released and now you're at my door?
Go away before I get my gun.
Honey, is that Allison?
Mr. Ganaway, Mrs. Ganaway,
I know you're aware of who Mr. Lowery is,
and I'm sorry to spring him on you like this,
but he's here helping me on a case.
Now, the man who came here the other day
is not Charlie DuChamp.
He's a fugitive, and a killer, and he's kidnapped my daughter.
Now, I need to know everything he told you,
anything that could help.
Teresa doesn't have a lot of time.
That's her name, Teresa?
Ours was named Lyssa.
Please, I need your help.
Imagine that,
something happening to your daughter.
My kid will die.
Horribly, painfully.
I will beat you to the ground.
I don't care about going to prison.
Now, tell me what you know, now.
He said Lowery was up for early release.
He told us to write a letter to the parole board.
He, uh, gave us an addressed envelope.
Said he'd let us know when to mail it.
Get it.
Here.
No, this is wrong.
There's no Marshal office in Red Hook.
Yeah, Jules, run the address
1278 Riverfront, Red Hook.
You, you think it hurts you?
I am so sorry.
Lowery, let's go!
Hey Donnie, we got a new shipment coming in!
Donnie! New shipment coming in. Teresa!
Mike, come to the office.
Something like a, like a crate or storage unit.
I mean, anything a person could fit inside of.
Teresa!
Over here!
I got something!
Come on! I'm going!
A handkerchief?
Hello?
Hey, Shaggy.
Saw you and the gang
jump into the Mystery Machine and peel off.
Figured you had gotten to the water by now.
All right, we've gone on your treasure hunt.
We've done everything you asked.
Where is she?
Well, you haven't done everything.
Not yet.
Did you find the handkerchief? Yeah.
That's to wipe the prints from the gun.
What are you talking about?
Well, it's very simple, Deputy.
Right now, Teresa's in a very cramped,
very dark, very hot space.
She's taking in more CO2 than oxygen, at this point.
Whether she lives is in the good doctor's hands.
All Lloyd has to do...
is take a gun...
and put a bullet in the head of that dirty murdering con
you've been dragging around with you.
Is he joking?
He's not kidding.
No. I'm not.
See, if you're ever going to really know me, Doc,
you have to walk in my shoes.
And that means intentionally taking a knife.
So little time for such a big decision.
Damien... Damien!
All these calls from Damien, and you're telling me
that you haven't been able to get a ping off of his location?!
Believe me, I have been trying.
Okay? He's been cleaning up the signal
of his phone with a jamming device.
And, most likely, patching it though a calling service
to redirect his signal.
That's called spoofing your phone.
Remember, Damien did time.
There's a dude on any tier in any jail
that can show you the rundown... What does that do for me, Shea?!
Huh?! History lesson on phones and convicts.
How does that help me?!
Look, both ESU and the carrier engineers
are telling me they're close to triangulating his signal.
We don't have time!
Find the number.
Oh, please.
Please don't.
No one's gonna kill you.
I'm not gonna say anything to anybody.
You keep talking, then I will.
Okay, I don't understand this.
Kill Max?
I-I don't understand. What is this?
Another clue?
It's Damien's masterpiece.
He's trying to drive me crazy.
He's trying to put me in a straitjacket, like I did to him.
All right, well, quit moping around,
go through his shit again.
Find something!
Maintenance.
Well, hello there, young lady.
Can it. What do you want?
Okay.
There's been a water leak...
Not in my apartment there hasn't.
If you'll let me finish.
Thank you.
There's been a leak in the unit above yours,
and it may have compromised the fetzer valve in yo kitchen.
It'll take me two minutes to replace it.
Unless you want to be standing in a foot of water, ma'am.
You allergic to cats?
Allergic?
More like in love.
The wife and I have three cats of our own.
Well, I've got four.
Make it quick.
I'll be in and out before you know it.
If you keep messing with your cuffs,
I'm gonna hang you by your ankles.
I want to talk to a lawyer.
Yeah, and I want to be in the champagne room at Cheetah's.
Looks like we both struck out, slick.
I'm entitled to a conversation with a lawyer.
Shut your mouth.
Ray?
Ray, ESU tech's pulled a cell number-- Damien's.
What's the location?
Don't know.
We need to get him on the phone for 30 seconds.
That'll greatly increase our chances of pinning him down.
Damien speaking.
It's Lloyd.
Great job getting my number.
I knew you could do it.
I was just about to call you.
There's an overpass off Bell Boulevard.
That's where I want you to kill Max and leave his body.
We need Ray's daughter first.
You give us the location, and I promise.
"Promise"?
"Promise."
You've completely betrayed me in the past.
Utterly.
And admittedly, I've lied to you, too.
But not now.
This is too important for all of us.
If you kill Max,
I'll immediately give you the location of Ray's daughter.
And I'll never harm another person again.
I'll hang up my spurs, as it were.
Damien, what you're asking me to do...
I'm not asking!
This is the last stop in the scavenger hunt, Lloyd.
That murderous tweaker Max in exchange for that
little honeysuckle of a young woman Teresa,
who has her whole life before her.
Ten minutes.
The overpass or she's dead.
We got a location.
All right, call me with the location on the road.
1600 Pennsylvania...
Avenue.
The White House.
That's great.
Damien's jerking us around again.
Ray, it's okay. Don't worry, okay?
We're gonna find Teresa.
We are going to get Damien.
Ray.
Come here, please.
Hey. Hey.
I have to kill Max.
You can't.
You know you can't.
Damien wanted to break me down, okay?
He did, he won, 'cause I'm standing here, I'm telling you,
I will kill this man, I'll say I did it on my own,
I will get life without parole, but Teresa will live.
This is our only option.
Even if you kill him,
he's not gonna let her go.
He's gonna kill her just like he killed that girl
when you beat him in cards.
No. That was all just a warm-up for this, okay?
In order for him to get the full satisfaction
of kicking me all the way over the edge,
he needs to feel superior while I become the animal.
If I do this, he will let Teresa go, I know it.
If I don't, Teresa will die.
No! No!
No, I'm not going anywhere!
No! No! No!
I'm not going anywhere!
I want to talk to a lawyer!
I want a lawyer!
No! No!
These guys are gonna kill me!
They're gonna kill me!
Guess somebody doesn't want to go back to prison.
Yeah, pretty much.
Detective Estes and Gay.
We were here about the Pete Gillies situation.
Just need your signature
on this witness statement
that your office was closed at that day and time.
What's, uh, what's going on with the case?
Gillies came running to us a little while ago,
confessed to breaking in after hours
to access your database
and pull the address of the guy he killed.
Investigation's over.
Okey-dokey.
Sorry for the hassle.
May want to get some better security for this floor.
Of course.
So, uh, what's Gillies looking at?
Don't know. It's up to the D.A.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
You're the law; you can't do this!
You can't do this!
It's not happening! It's not happening!
You're hurting me! No, no, no, no!
You're hurting me!
No, no, no.
No, no.
Please don't kill me.
No, no, no, no.
Please don't kill me.
No, no, no!
No, he can't do this.
No. No.
No, he can't do this. No, you're the law.
You can't do this. It's not happening.
Please don't kill me.
I did bad things.
They did bad things to me. They did bad things.
They put me in a cage, they called me a freak.
I'll go back to prison. I'll go back to prison.
I won't escape.
I promise, I promise, I promise, I promise.
Don't kill me, please.
I'm sorry.
Please. Please.
No, no, no, no, no.
Not having second thoughts, are you, Doc?
I said I'll do it.
Then what's the holdup?
It's premed...
It's premeditated murder.
I have all the time in the world, Doc.
Teresa, on the other hand, is a different story.
No, no, no, no, no.
Shh, please.
Yeah, Jules, pull up a satellite image.
I'm counting maybe five buildings in the vicinity
tall enough to have a visual on Lloyd.
Damien's got to be watching from one of them.
Looks like three apartment complexes
and two office buildings.
Okay, can you access each building's
individual fire response system?
Yes.
Um, but I don't understand.
You want me to trigger the fire alarm.
You're looped into their conversation, right?
Right.
Okay, set off all five alarms, one at a time.
When the sound registers on Damien's line,
we'll know exactly what building he's in.
I am on it.
You're not looking so good, Doc.
Sweating, shortness of breath, difficulty focusing,
irrational mood swings.
I think it's time you sought some professional
medical attention.
Don't you push me.
Don't push me, Doc.
You won't be the one I take my frustrations out on.
Please, please don't do it.
Please don't do it.
Please, please.
Overriding firewall.
Sync point check.
Come on, come on, come on, Jules!
You can end this now.
Just put a bullet in Max's head, and we'll all be home by dinner.
Honestly, I don't understand your moral dilemma.
You are a sociopath!
That's true.
But that doesn't mean I can't offer a little perspective.
Which guilt would you rather live with?
Killing a murderer or killing an innocent girl?
Trust me, Doc.
Just pull the trigger and this will all be over.
Jules, hurry up. Lloyd's cracking.
He might actually pull this trigger.
Starting the alarm checks now.
Stand by.
Tick-tock, Doc.
Teresa's time is almost out.
It's gonna be okay, Max.
Gonna be okay, Max.
Come on! How we doing?
Come on! How we doing, Jules?
Just tell me why, why you need me to kill this person!
I'm done with you, Lloyd.
You had a chance to be a hero
and save a young girl's life this time--
balance out the cosmic scales--
and you blew it.
Ray, I've got him!
Damien is in the Waveside apartment complex.
67 West Stillwater Avenue.
Erica and Shea are en route.
I got him! Go around back!
Son of a bitch.
Erica, Shea, what's your status?
I'm on the seventh floor.
Damien has locked himself inside of 7B.
All right, keep him pinned down.
They got nowhere else to go.
Now where you gonna go?
Hey, Ray, Damien's on a fire escape
headed up to the roof.
Oh! Very impressive.
You got me.
Lloyd.
Always a pleasure to see you.
Deputy Zancanelli.
How's the family?
Where's my daughter?
Well, that's the million-dollar question.
But alas, Max is still alive.
Sorry, but rules are rules.
Where is she? Or so help me God,
I will kill you right here, right now,
without even blinking. Where is she?
Is he bluffing, Lloyd?
No.
Tell you what.
I'll give you Teresa
in exchange for a deal.
Instead of prison, I get sent to a proper psychiatric facility.
You were right, Lloyd,
that's-that's where I belong.
Once I'm settled in my new digs,
I'll call Dr. Lowery with the location.
Of course, by then, it'll be of her remains.
How's that sound?
Where is she?
Where is Teresa?
Ha ha.
Ray!
Where is she?
Where's my daughter?
Hey.
When Lloyd kills Max.
Where is she?
Or I will drop you.
You kill me,
your daughter dies.
Damien! Tell him or you're dead.
We'll never sit across the table from each other again.
You need that, man.
You piece of shit!
Where is she?!
Where is she?
She's on the roof of your building.
Julianne!
Teresa?
Ah, you okay?
Okay!
She's fine. Teresa's fine, Ray.
Tell Jules to keep her there, I'll be there in a minute.
It's amazing, the access you get posing as a Marshal.
I'm gonna miss that.
Cuff him.
Okay, but before you cuff me, I need a file.
'Cause when I buried
my clue in the urn,
I got some of Charlie stuck under my nails.
And it's bothersome.
Ray!
What just happened?
Hold them at the other end of the alley...
So this guy's claiming you drugged him,
yanked him all over town, and threatened to shoot him?
Did he tell you about the alien attack, too?
Homeboy copped some of our computer girl's
prescription pills. He's-he's tripping.
Shut up.
Any word from Ray?
Teresa's fine. She's with Ray.
Oh, thank God.
Chief Inspector Wendell wants to see you guys.
In the interrogation room.
I saw the news.
This is for you.
God needed him.
That's what I believe.
It's what I have to believe.
Thank you for this.
It means more than you'll ever know.
He was, uh...
he was my friend.
Have a seat.
I'll be meeting with each of you individually,
but I wanted to first tell you as a group
what's going on, as it...
as it affects all of you.
I'm convinced something wrong went down on that rooftop.
Especially since Ray Zancanelli was involved.
The car Fauntleroy landed on
was five feet from the building.
M.E. says the trajectory of the body
was consistent with being thrown.
They don't feel they can prove that conclusively, however.
So we need witnesses.
A deputy acting outside the arm of the law
would be a major black mark on the Marshal Service.
Especially if it's for a second time.
So...
If you provide me with the detailed
and truthful account of today's events,
then your prison sentences will be considered served in full.
You can be with your mother...
girlfriend...
your daughter.
Tonight.
Free as birds.
Just give me Zancanelli.