All language subtitles for Standoff s01e06 One Shot Stop.eng

MAN:
No, I'll be there in a couple minutes.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Come on. Come on.
Come on.

I got to go.

You got to be
freakin' kidding me!

Fine. Stand there.

Stand right there!

First, I'm going
to take your picture.

Then, I'm going
to take your job.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, go ahead, smile.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Somebody shot him.

He's been shot!

Hey!

911. What is your emergency?
Yeah, someone's been shot

on Hope Street,
north of Olympic.

Okay, let's get up there.

Looks like he left us something.

REPORTER:
The greater L.A. sniper or commonly known as GLA: For nearly three decades,

those three letters
have struck fear in the heart

of Greater Los Angeles.

As elusive as the Zodiac

and as cunning as the Unabomber,
the ruthless sniper has returned

for another apparent spree,
but this time

authorities are telling us
he will face

unprecedented
multi-agency cooperation.

So it's definitely him?
Looks that way.

How long has it been since
the last one-- seven years?

Oh, no, almost eight.

Joint operations are
setting up in here.

Bureau is taking
point on the manhunt.

Where do they see us
fitting in?

Brass wants us
to think out of the box,

get him into a dialogue.

That's, um, pretty far
out of the box.

Yeah, you did, uh,
mention to him

that dialogue traditionally
goes two ways, right?

And there's a reason
that he hasn't been caught.

No calling cards, no messages.

Nothing. Not an attempt
in 30 years to communicate.

He just changed his mind.

Morning, guys.

EMILY:
Hey.

"...Stop this.

"It won't stop.

This will never stop."

He's just getting started.

CHERYL:
All right, all right, that's enough!

If GLA starts shooting again,

I don't want to be
in here arguing.

I want to respond.

Took the words
right out of my mouth.

That is not an easy thing.

Everybody, Captain
Timothy Bailiss,

LAPD Robbery-Homicide.

We've run our share
of task forces, good and bad.

Isn't that right?

No comment.

I'll just check my ego
at the door,

as you all should.

Frank, how is our
shooter profile coming?

Work in progress.

So is this our guy?
Feels like him.

Shot from 500 yards,
left no brass at the perch.

Vics were caught with
a single shot to the brain stem.

Cuts all motor function.

Dead before they hit
the pavement.

We call it a one-shot stop.

All right, thanks, Frank.

Behavioral: he's never
corresponded before.

Could we be looking
at a copycat?

MAN:
Always possible,

but the shooter profile
is convincing.

Everything fits GLA
except for the letter,

which we're still reviewing.

I agree with Behavioral
this is GLA.

However, as relates
to the letter,

the manic sentence structure,
the jumbled syntax

could suggest that he suffered
a psychotic break.

MATT:
We see that a lot with hostage-takers.

Some personal trauma
will push them over the edge.

In this case,
a lifetime of killing

finally caught up with him.

This is a theory
that you're taking

off of the insanity-filled
letter.

Yeah, but if we're right,
we can use his manic state

to bait him
into a dialogue.

How's that work, exactly?

Same way it did
with the DC sniper.

We hide a message to him
in a public statement.

It's a way of talking to him
without talking to him.

Good. Lehman, Flannery,
write the statement.

I'll read it
at the first press conference

in one hour.

Okay.
Excuse me.

Bailiss
sounded skeptical.

Well, he's a cop.

You know cops
like hard evidence.

Behavioral science is...

The BS unit.

Yeah.

You want to draft
this statement?

Yeah, I'll take a crack at it.

I kind of think
we're going after

the guy
on the grassy knoll.

Or the bogeyman.

I remember the summer
where we couldn't go to the beach

'cause of GLA;
now I'm chasing him.

That's crazy.

No, what's crazy
is this letter.

Pathological narcissism,
paranoid grandiosity...

Is it bad that I picture you
naked when you talk like that?

No.

Yes.
Has the shooter communicated with you?

I can't comment
on an ongoing investigation.

However, I can assure you
that we will not stop

until we have apprehended
this individual.

In fact, my people tell me
that they can't stop.

They will never stop.

And so many good people
have answered the call,

and so I call on the public.

I call on them to make use
of our tip lines.

So please call.

And then what?

Well, we do what we always do:
we talk to him.

Ah. Find common ground
with the monster?

Yeah, something like that.

Yeah.

Well, if I find myself on
common ground with this wacko...

I'm taking
his ass out.

I'm with you.

That the rifle?

It's close.

He likes these bullets.
Homemade.

.308-caliber dovetail.

168-grain full-metal jacket.

Okay, so these
are the hits, right?

Here, here, and here.

That's the perch.

Why here?

Why not here or here or here?

Windage maybe or sun glare.

Yeah.

Or a straight shot
at the construction site.

Are you saying
he was after the workers?

Well, he could have shot
anywhere, and he only shot them.

I don't know.

That's a theory.

Theory.

You're starting to sound
like Lehman.

Oh.

EMILY:
The flow chart is a litmus test.

It contains
classified information

that you will vet
your callers against.

For example, the public doesn't
know about the GLA letter,

so if someone knows about it,
you may be onto something.

What if someone says
they're GLA?

Put them through
the wringer.

If they survive,
send them to Lea,

and she'll find
a negotiator.

He's out there;

we just have to reel him in.

CHERYL:
Yes.

I can't comment
on an ongoing investigation.

However... however,
I can assure you

that we will not stop

until we have apprehended
this individual.

In fact, my people tell me
that they can't stop.

And so many good people
have answered the call.

I just talked
to Frank.

They're throwing up a perimeter
in San Pedro.

Who did he hit?

David Cohen, contractor,
father of three.

Well, construction,
fits the theory.

It's a theory! That means
we don't have anything.

It's like our whole strategy.

This press conference
was ten hours ago,

and even if the guy does call,

we don't know what we're going
to use against him.

30 years of victims.

With no pattern.

Well, he must be
getting up there.

Maybe that's a plus.

Maybe.

All right, most of
the research says

that he started
in his early 20s,

so, I don't know, he
should be close to 50.

That means he would be about...

42 the last time he killed.

And then he...

Please tell me
you got something, Lehman.

I have something.

Federal Bureau of Investigation.

I'm answering the call,
like the lady said on TV.

May I ask who I'm speaking with?

It's me. Why didn't you publish
my letter?

Why would a 21-year-old
shoot a middle-aged man?

Father figure,
he's killing Dad. Okay, good, good.

Raging against authority.

27, uh, young women, okay?
What do we think?

He's courting a few?

Certainly could be enraging.

Okay. 34...

What's 34, then?

Men again, but older, different
authority figures?

Hmm, bosses.

Sure, why not?
Crappy job.

So, this guy... this guy,
he goes through life

and every time
something pisses him off...

He takes a shot at 'em.

Okay, why construction workers?

I don't know.
Kitchen remodel?

We got a bite.

Look out.

Um, sir, I'm gonna transfer you
to someone who can help.

Thank you.

Lea, incoming.

Go.

Hey, this is Matt.
Who's this?

Me? I'm the focus
of a citywide manhunt.

Yeah, no doubt.
Should I call you GLA?

Why didn't you publish
my letter?

You didn't request that.

And besides,
it's a whole lot of pages.

27 is not a lot of pages.
Okay, um, well, listen, we can talk about publishing that in...

Anything?
He's using a stolen cell phone.

Radius is about three miles
around the last shooting.

Move Frank to the area.
Alert LAPD.

You better start talking
about it now,

or I'm gonna start
shooting more people.

Okay, I got you. Lea, call
the cell phone company.

Find out when it
was stolen and where.

I got to ask you again:
what's your name?

I wrote that letter
for a reason.

There are things
that I need to say.

He keeps avoiding his name.
Yeah, I want to hear

all about it,
all right, G?

Um...

Remand from their hands
the person that I am now.

He's quoting something.
Just keep trying to focus him.

I don't think anything's
gonna focus this guy.

...drumbeat sounding
in the world.

G, let's work
this out, all right?

I want to talk
about your letter.

The world will present itself
to you for its unmasking

and writhe in ecstasy...
He's not... he's not listening to me.

No, he's trying to tell you
something.

Yeah, well, great, let's let him
talk around in circles.

Meanwhile, we can get a trace
to take him out.

Hey, what do you do?
He's not talking...

Yeah, I get it.
You want to let him talk.

LEA:
Owner reported the cell phone stolen 30 minutes ago,

bus stop on Shepherd and Gaffey.

Thank you.
There's something we can use.

I reek of...
CHERYL: Frank, you hearing this?

Copy.

G, are you there?

You with me?

Listen to me...

Are you listening to me?

No, you listen to me.

5-Adam-21,
shots fired; officer down.

Need help at 545 East Shepherd.

Frank, tell me you got this.

We're three blocks out.

Whet the hell's going on?

I'll tell you on the way.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on!
Get up!

Get up!

Get in there!

We're taking rounds,
taking rounds.

Be adviced, suspect has officers hostage.

FRANK:
The objective is on the second floor.

One subject, one hostage.

We will deploy two Sierras,
one scout

and a rapid-entry team.

Scout team, two of you
from HRT, two from LAPD.

You will deploy
in the parking lot

and take positions
behind those dumpsters.

You will hold the perimeter
and provide visual feed

to the mobile command center.

Sierra Teams 1 and 2,
spotters from LAPD

will deploy on the rooftop.

Sierra 2 will deploy east
of the second-floor windows.

Sierra 1, which I am proud
to be part of,

will cover the front
of the building.

The rest of you will follow

in Special Agent Patterson's
entry team.

The chain of command is simple.

I'm the boss.

Now I realize he has one
of your boys in there.

We work together...

we'll get him home.

TIM:
He's already killed one of ours.

Now he's letting another one die
if he's not dead already.

We'll get him out alive.

Lea, status.

Airspace is clear.
Media's contained.

Good.
Countersnipers are set up,

and we're running
out of daylight.

Are you gonna put a timeframe
on this negotiation?

The time limit is
as long as it's effective.

Okay, line is
still ringing.

If he doesn't pick up
in two, we go bullhorn.

What have you got?
Resident of loft is a Donald Leisen, 47.

GLA?

L.A. native since '77, at least.

And works on and off
at a used bookstore in Glendale.

Yeah, which explains why
he quotes all the stuff I never read in college.

He's also been in and out of
mental wards most of his life.

15 recorded suicide attempts.

A prescription
for antipsychotic meds.

Somebody needs to up the dose.

Go.

Donald?

Donald, this is Matt.

Do me a favor:
pick up the phone.

So, you know my name.

That supposed to frighten me?

No, I'm just, uh, glad
we got past that part.

So, talk to me about
how we're going to end this

without someone else
getting killed.

Hey, you've got a dying badge
up here, okay?

Now, if you want him to live,
I want news cameras

in the parking lot
in five minutes, okay?

I don't know how many
are gonna volunteer.

That's a big gun you've got.
Shoots pretty far.

Yeah, I will surrender.
I just want to have...

I just need to say
what I'm gonna say.

Okay, okay, Donald.
Uh, here's how this is gonna...

Hey! I want news crews
in the parking lot, okay?

Or I shoot this cop
at close range,

and you don't want to see
the mess that makes, okay?

It's dark, Frank.
Help us or hurt us?

Makes things more interesting.

Have to assume
he has a nightscope.

I don't think
we want to find out.

Hit him with the Xenon, take
away his tactical advantage.

Sure, we can get in his face,
but it might give him reason

to blow your guy away.

Why don't we try something else?
What else is there?

Hear me out. Then you'll know.

All right, GLA's never been
interested in his victims.

That's why he shoots
from hundreds of yards away.

Distance helps
him escape. Yeah, emotional distance.

If he's far enough away,
he doesn't have to see them suffer.

But right now we got a guy
in there who is dying right in front of him.

He's calling him "the cop."
He's calling him a badge.

He's trying to
dehumanize him.

What's his name?

Sexton, Randall.

Randall or Randy?

Randy.

All right, why don't you
introduce Donald to Randy?

Emotional distance is tough
if it's right in front of you.

Okay. Lea, get him
back on the phone.

Copy that.

It's getting dark.

Yeah, I noticed that.

Also noticed that, uh,
the guy next to you,

you're calling him "the badge."

Now, I'm not sure
if that's because he's too hurt

to tell you, but his name's
Randy, Randy Sexton.

He's, uh... he's been
with the Los Angeles Police

for nine years now, and, uh...

he lives up in Valencia.

That means he's got about
an hour-and-a-half commute

to get to roll call every day,
and that's on a...

that's on a good day,
but, uh...

You know something, Donald?
He's never been late.

In nine years,
he's never once been late.

What do you think
about that, huh?

What the hell you doing?

I'm cramping up.

Don't worry about that now.
Hold your position.

Wait, wait, wait.

I got movement.

3:00.

Officer down.
Repeat: officer down!

Sierra 2's been compromised.

He's gone.

Oh, he's gone.

Duff, talk to me.

Where'd you see fire?

I didn't see it.
I didn't see it.

We heard movement at 3:00.

Hey, Frank,

3:00.

I'm done with this guy.
We're taking him down. Tim?

You don't have to
sell me on that.

Be advised: we are
going for breach.

All right, you have to
keep talking to him...

To distract him.

Hey, Donald...
listen, we got

your message, okay?
We got it loud and clear. You heard the lady.

You've been clear about it
from the very beginning. Switch back your scopes.

You said that this wasn't gonna
stop, and we believe you now.

So, we're gonna get
those camera crews up.

They're coming up right now.

Why don't you take a look out
your window? You might see 'em.

Donald?

Our SIMS entry team
is in position.

Lights!

Damn it!

Please...

please...

I have a little boy.

What do you do?

What do you do?

I surrender!

Surrender!

We have a surrender.

GLA is alive.

GLA!
Subject appears to be unarmed.

It's... it's not over!
Duff, hold your shot. Entry team, double-time it.

GLA lives.

Get on your knees.

Get down on your knees.

We got him.

It isn't over!

It isn't over!

GLA lives!
This isn't over!

This isn't over!

All right, something
is not right.

It just feels
a little anticlimactic

'cause we're obsessed
with this guy; he's a legend.

But... you know, it's like you
said, he-he just lost a step.

Probably went off his meds.

He took a hostage.

That's never been his MO.

Look at this.

Okay, he's obsessed
with himself.

Yeah, he keeps saying
that it's not over.

What-what if his MO
has changed in some way?

Or what if he's planning

something else?

I-I-I don't know.

You know what, maybe you should
go get some rest.

I'll finish up.
Huh?

I'll finish up.

All right, look,

I owe you an apology, okay?

I shut you down
back on that first phone call,

and then I almost
did it again back there,

and I was wrong
and I'm sorry.

I want to be very clear
about this

because your contribution
to the case was huge.

Okay, see, that is exactly
what I was afraid of.

What, being paid
a compliment? No, losing my credibility.

We hook up, and now
it's just a little bit easier

for you to blow me off
in front of the team. Okay, okay,

flag on the play, all right?

Look, we're both a little
bit punchy, all right?

We've been up all night,
the coffee's unsweetened,

and we just caught
a big serial killer.

We got him.

You got him.
Then why don't I feel safe?

She wants to hold off
on the press conference,

debrief the guy first.

He's in custody--
why not tell everyone

and let the city
get back to normal? Tim...

issue a release.

Hold the press conference
in the afternoon.

Look, the newscasts
are over in 30.

I'm not missing
that window.

Besides... I bought a new tie.

Look, I just want
to give people

some good news for once.

So, why did you want to see me?

You told your doctor
that, uh,

you've been hunting
since childhood?

Is that how you learned?

Dad used to say, um...

He used to say

you don't kill anything;
you just set it free.

I had a dog, Kip.

Last time I saw him,
it was through my scope.

Uh-huh.

Your dad...
he made you do that?

Well, you know, he gave
me a skill, I guess.

How am I gonna
learn how to cope?

Um, we were going to ask you
some questions when you called,

but after we discovered

that you, uh,
wrote the letter... Yeah,

I wrote the letter.

Yeah, and you killed
the construction workers,

but who'd you kill in 1982?

Nobody.

It was '83.

There's a blonde at

the, uh, third floor of the...

Third floor?

Yeah, uh, third floor
is what the book say

because that's what we released,
but it was the fourth floor.

So how about

the Tribeca building in '93?

Sixth floor.

You're not GLA, are you?

Talk to me, Donald.

You are not GLA.

You want to be,
but you're not.

I can't remember,

um...

I really want you
to help me find them.

Can-can you help me
find him, please? Mmm.

Please.

Please.

MAN:
Caging this monster took tremendous team work

by the finest men and women
of law enforcement.

Some of them paid
the ultimate price.

And we remember them today

as the cloud is lifted
on Los Angeles.

That's what
we're here for today:

to proclaim very, very clearly

we won.

Call 911!

ht
the nightmare was over,

but now with the brutal slaying
of Captain Timothy Bailiss,

chaos has returned
to greater Los Angeles.

Southland schools that were
supposed to open this morning

have abruptly shut down again.

Traffic is snarled
throughout the city

as people race home to hide out,

held hostage in their own city.

Wondering just
who the FBI caught yesterday.

Was it GLA?

Or was Donald Leisen a copycat?

MATT:
Okay, Frank. Yeah, I got it.

Thanks.

Based on GLA's homemade bullets,

Frank tags a muzzle velocity
at 893 meters a second.

So, we going to call
this thing up or not?

LEA:
If we can isolate the time

between the muzzle crack and
the actual hit of the bullet.

It'll tell us
how long the shot was? Yeah.

The muzzle crack will be
after he struck.

The bullet's traveling
faster than the sound.

Uh-huh.

1,100 yards.
That's a personal best.

GLA's longest shot
was 900 in '83.

The copycat's was 500.

Guess we know
who we're dealing with.

We got something.

If you're up for it.

The new shooting was ego-driven.

GLA clearly wants the world to
know that he is the real thing.

So we hold a press conference
and say the exact opposite.

He's a legend.
We call him a copycat.

What if that pisses him off,
he starts shooting again?

That's a risk we take,

figuring he's probably going
to do it anyway.

We have never had
a better chance to hook him.

I should have called off
that press conference.

Nah, hey,

you can't blame yourself
for that.

We're in this together.

Yeah, it's like you always say:
we're a team.

Five fingers, one hand.

I love you guys. Just don't
quote my pep talks back to me.

Here's the statement we drafted.

CHERYL:
The brutal murder

of Captain Timothy Bailiss
had all the earmarks of GLA.

However, the FBI's ongoing
investigation has confirmed

the shooter that killed
Captain Bailiss is a copycat.

He is not GLA.

He's a mere imitation.

Nothing further. Thank you.

"Mere imitation."

You think this will work?

All we can do is wait.

It's not just
that I blew you off.

It's that I, uh...

I took you for granted.

Thanks.

Don't do that.

I... I got to get a couple.

EMILY:
Matt.

Wake up.

LEA:
Hey, guys, I just

transferred that call.

Middle-aged man
says he can't wait.

He told me how long the shot was

that killed Captain Bailiss.
The computer was off by 20 feet.

You're primary.

How come?

I'm in over my head
with this guy.

CHERYL:
Lea,

did you start that trace?

He's using a high-end sat phone.

Don't know how much luck
I'll have with it.

All right, everyone,
listen, I need

absolute silence.

This is Special
Agent Lehman.

Who am I speaking with?

I think you know.

Do I?

I'm sure
you've already figured out

I, uh, set a record

this morning.
Yeah, we got that.

Great.

Here's what's going to happen:

you're going
to kill Donald Leisen.

Excuse me?

You're going to kill him

or I start shooting civilians.

One person every hour
on the hour,

starting at dawn.

That's an hour away.

Stall him.

I know this is what you want

and I know you'll keep your word

when you say
that you will kill again,

but if I'm going to bring this
to my superiors,

I'm-I'm going to need you
to confirm who you are.

Wentworth Building, 1983,
the strawberry blonde

with the red shorts
from the fourth floor,

not the third.

1993: Devonshire,

the fat man
with the suit and tie

from the roof of a school,

not a factory.

You need me to keep going?

No, that won't be necessary.

Common ground.

You know, I have to say
that this is...

well, it's really
a moment for me.

You know, I studied you
in at least two

of my doctoral courses.

Never understood the interest.

Yeah, well, I guess Donald does.

That kid is a joke.

Yeah, well, he seems to channel
his rage through his gun.

Isn't that what you do?

I saw that police footage on TV.

That whack job is
out of his mind.

The kid is an embarrassment.

But you are...?

Sun comes up in 57 minutes.

Anything?

The stall worked.

Um, I got the transponder,
then broke down

to the gateway station.
Good.

Where the hell is he?

Somewhere...

in the greater Los Angeles area.

I was thinking we give GLA
what he wants.

Sort of.

Okay, we put out a statement

that says Donald Leisen
committed suicide in his holding cell.

No, GLA's
not going to buy that.

He's going to want proof.
Great.

He'll make contact with us.

We could kill Donald.

He's going to get the chair
eventually,

right?

Write the release.

Get it to me in five.

It's not going to work.

Go with me for a second
on this, okay?

Look at the original demand.

He wants
Donald Leisen dead.

Why?

He already proved
he's a better shot.

Exactly. So why kill him?

GLA:
That kid is a joke.

There. He calls him "that kid."

Yeah, there's a familiarity
in the tone.

Yeah, maybe

they've been in contact;
you know there are cases

where the copycats
have connected

with the original killers.
Play that part

at the end.

GLA:
I saw that police footage on TV.

That whack job
is out of his mind.

The kid is an embarrassment.

"Embarrassment."

What are you thinking?

MATT:
You said your father taught you to do this.

Was that just you?

Donald.

Were you an only child?

You found him, didn't you?

You found my brother.

f you'rejust joining us,

a startling development
in the GLA case.

FBI officials are reporting
that Donald Leisen

committed suicide
in his holding cell.

We got 15 minutes left.

What have we got?

Donald Leisen
had a brother, Lucas.

He had a birth certificate,

school transcripts.

Then somewhere in his 20s,
he's gone:

no employment records,
credit cards,

but no death certificate
either.

Probably took over
another identity.

When did he
disappear?

It was 1977.

The year the
killings started.

My daddy just came in
and just told me

that he and Lucas had a fight

and he was gone.

I just never
saw him again.

And then it was
later, it was...

much later that I
realized who he was.

How?

You told me.

Or people like you,
in the books.

The theories

about the...

GLA's dysfunctional family,
his patriarchal abuses,

the exposure to long guns,

I mean, it just sounded
just like my brother and me.

Wasn't much
of a life.

Here. Mother's
death certificate.

They were only little kids
when they lost her.

In and out of Child Services.

Somehow they always ended up
with the abusive father again,

who, by the way,
was in construction.

Okay, hardhat.

That answers one question.

When did the
old man die?

It was two weeks ago.

Is that when you
went off your meds?

I didn't want
to kill those people.

You made a choice.

You were
also nurtured,

Donald, by your father.

Just when he died, I...

You know, I thought I,
I thought I'd be free,

but I, I...

I missed him.
I really missed him.

I thought I wou...

I was just so alone.

You went looking
for your brother.

You thought if you made
yourself as famous as him

that you might find him.

It worked, didn't it?

How did you know?

That they were
brothers?

I have one.

Oh, yeah.

There's that.

He's LAPD, right?

Yeah. Probably.

What do you mean, "Probably"?

I haven't talked to him
in five years.

Flannery, Lehman.

Call's coming in.

We're ready in here.

This is Emily.

I heard the news.

Yeah. So you know that
we took you seriously.

I'm gonna want proof.

Yeah, I figured

that you would; let's talk

about how I can get that to you.

I want to see his body on TV.

Why would you want to see
your brother dead, Lucas?

I don't have a brother.

Are you sure about that?

Lucas?

You sound busy.

Just about the top of the hour.

Be advised: he is
prepping a shot.

Copy that.

Keep units 43 and 63
south of Sunset.

Lea, where are we on that trace?

LEA:
South of Pasadena

and north of Downey.

That's still, like,
a 20-mile radius.

EMILY:
No more innocent lives need to be lost, Lucas.

We can give
you Donnie.

You sure about that?

He's a loose cannon.

Yeah, that's what
I'm hoping.

All right.

MATT:
Lea, go ahead. Put him on.

Lucas?

Lucas, it's me. It's Donnie.

Don't want to talk
to you, Donnie.

What...?

I-I'm your brother, Lucas.

We're family.

Do you have any idea what
he did to me after you left?

I mean, you could've
taken me with you.

I got out.

I made a way for myself.

You should've done the same.

I couldn't.

'Cause you're pathetic.

You've always been...

pathetic.

That sounds a lot like
your father, Lucas.

The old man was right.

Your brother's sick.

He couldn't cope.

You're the lucky one.

You're the one
who had a release.

Still do.

We are taking fire
at FBI Los Angeles.

20th floor east. Repeat:

We are taking fire.

Either one of you moves,

I start taking people out
in the building next door.

Not a lot of bulletproof glass

over there.

Lucas, listen
to me...

Bring Donnie to the window

or I fire again.

Eventually, we find out how well
that cubicle of yours holds up.

Lucas, you know that
we can't do that.

Tell him Donald's
suffering already.

You know, he
cried, Lucas.

Your brother cried when I
told him that I found you.

All he wanted to do
is see you again.

Then bring him out!

Bonaventure. 250 yards.

Keller Center. 300 yards.

I can get a distance.

I just need
a muzzle crack and a hit.

All right, you know,
all Donnie wanted to do

is find you;
I am losing him.

Lea, listen, record this call,

get the muzzle crack off his
line, get the impact off mine.

Get him to shoot again.

All right, you sound like
you're angry at Donnie, Lucas.

But I can hear the truth
in your voice.

You're scared of him.

You got that backwards.

No, he's weaker.

But you're terrified of
him anyway, aren't you?

Because Donnie is everything
that is small

and weak inside of you,
isn't he?

And it just creeps up on you.

And it takes over, and you're
ashamed of it, aren't you?

And it makes you
want to kill again.

He's way further
than those buildings.

800 yards.

800 yards?

Copy that.

That's got to be Laneborn Tower.

Got him!

He's, like,
20 floors up.

I can't make that shot.

You can make the shot.

EMILY:
Killing Donnie is not the answer, Lucas.

All he wanted you to do
is look out for him.

I tried.

You did help him, Lucas.

Why do you think
he reached out for you

the second that Dad was gone?

He loves you.

What did you say?

Your brother loves you.

What'd you say about my father?

He died t-two weeks ago.

Subject is down.

Good shot!

Lucas?

Lucas?

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