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REPORTER: The countdown to the New Year is on.

REPORTER 2: Fire up those grills and ice the Cristal,

'cause it is time to party this year out the door

and welcome the new one right in.

WOMAN: I'm really excited.

I think it's gonna be a really good year.

REPORTER 3: Of course, there's gonna be

one big party downtown as fireworks light up

the night sky over the Inner Harbor.

REPORTER 4: And safety, once again,

it's a top priority.

All across the country, police departments...

HOST: Coming after the stroke of midnight,

we have quite a party in store.

It's a relative calm before the storm.

I want to show you what it looks like behind me.

ORGANIZER: We've tested the confetti.

We've tested the fireworks.

Believe me, you're not just gonna see them.

You're gonna feel them-- in your chest.

[fireworks pop and whistle]

[crowd cheering]

[electronic dance music playing]

- Yeah! - [gunshot]

[screaming, frantic chatter]

♪

♪ Bring 'em all round, we'll play cards ♪

♪ Wondering if you'll strike my heart ♪

♪ We'll move to the floor

- [cheering] - ♪ And I'll take my cue

- ♪ But, baby - [chanting]: Do it! Do it!

Do it! Do it! Do it! [cheering]

♪ I'm sick and tired of playing your games ♪

♪ It's too late, I won't wait... ♪

- [gunshot] - [screaming]

[gunshot]

[screaming continues]

♪ It's too late, I won't wait

[fireworks popping and whistling]

- [elevator dinging] - [cell phone chimes]

[sirens wailing in distance]

- [gunshot] - [gasps, screams]

♪ Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo

♪ Doo, doo, doo, doo-doo-doo.

[gunshot]

[siren whoops]

Okay, so what's the problem?

She's the problem.

Okay? This woman is

- distressing my customers, - [sighs]

and she's refusing to leave.

- Hey, that's it. - [snaps fingers]

You're done. Let's go.

Don't touch me, you little shit.

- You hear that? - MAN: Hey, dude.

You're the one distressing the customers.

The lady paid for her meal.

She's entitled to finish it.

It's New Year's, man.

Yeah, I know it's New Year's.

I'm working here, buddy.

Great.

Ma'am, you can't bring alcohol in here.

Try eating this food without it.

MANAGER: Thank you.

Look, she clearly has a problem.

Why don't you let her just finish and leave?

Because she has been here for three goddamn hours, okay?

Hey, listen, I'm not trying to be

an asshole, but I need that table.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

I need that table, and I want her gone, so do your job.

- [radio beeps] - DISPATCHER: G25, Code 3.

All units handling noncritical tasks,

report to Hopkins Plaza immediately.

- I repeat: G25, Code 3. - [radio beeps]

MANAGER: What's a G25?

[sirens wailing]

She stays.

[sirens wailing]

[fireworks popping]

♪

POLICE CONTROLLER: Active shooter.

25 victims reported, 17 confirmed dead.

OFFICER: We got reports of a shooter down at the harbor.

Any eyes? Please confirm.

OFFICER 2: Sector 6, ground control, come in.

OFFICER 3 [over radio]: 305 West Fayette Street,

apartment 9B.

Dead teenage boy, Jonah Miller.

CST needs the room clear right away.

[sighs]

- [people sobbing] - [distant sirens]

♪

[sobbing continues]

WOMAN [sobbing]: I can't watch you die.

I can't watch you die.

OFFICER [over radio]: 305 West Fayette, 1409.

Can you confirm victim deceased?

Mrs. Miller, I'm gonna need you to lay him down.

I'm sorry, I'm just doing my job.

MRS. MILLER: Your job was to keep him alive.

OFFICER [over speaker]: All residents,

- switch off your lights. - [sobbing continues]

Stay away from the windows.

Do not leave your building.

This is not a drill.

All residents, switch off your lights.

Hi.

My name's Eleanor.

- What's yours? - Haley.

Mrs. Miller?

Your daughter needs you. Now.

Please let me take both of you to your room.

BALLISTICS EXAMINER: Single bullet through

north-facing window punctured the victim's head,

then hit the wall at a downward trajectory of...

[indistinct police radio chatter]

...23 degrees.

OFFICER [over radio]: Stand by. All units ready?

Do you want to go blind?

OFFICER [over radio]: Rooftop sniper, stand by.

Any more shots, let me know if our guy's on the move.

[sirens continue wailing in distance]

OFFICER [over radio]: Okay, okay. We've got it.

12 Redwood Street, 17th floor.

BALLISTICS EXAMINER: Jesus fuck.

PILOT: This is Heli 2, heading to Redwood.

Clear all civilian craft.

[sirens blaring]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[panicked chatter]

Everybody, get out! Get out!

Remove yourself from the building! This way!

- Yes, that's correct. - ELEANOR: Hey! Stop!

- Do not leave the forecourt. - What, are you insane?

The place is on fire. Get 'em out!

What if one of them is the shooter?

What if he's got the whole place rigged to blow?

Get 'em out now!

ELEANOR: Start recording.

- What? - Get every face on video.

Record. Every face.

Get 'em on your phone.

- [sirens blaring] - [fire truck horn droning]

[panicked chatter]

[horn droning]

[sirens blaring]

Let's go! Let's go!

Move in!

OFFICER: Out! Out of the building now!

Go, go!

[shouting continues]

Keep filming.

[indistinct shouting]

- Move it, move it, move it! - [alarm blaring]

[indistinct shouting continues]

I got light! I got light!

[panicked chatter continues]

- [baby crying] - Come on, honey.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[dog barking]

♪

[indistinct shouting continues]

[people coughing, gasping]

Through the door, top of the stairs.

[deep, gasping breaths]

[alarm blaring]

♪

[filtered breathing]

[deep, gasping breaths]

[deep, gasping breaths continue]

OFFICER: Clear!

All clear!

This apartment's clear!

[Eleanor's deep, gasping breaths continue]

OFFICER: Nobody died here. Not even a finger.

[indistinct chatter]

[gasping breaths]

- [distant sirens] - [indistinct chatter]

[helicopter whirring]

[sirens blaring]

[deep gasping]

McKENZIE: That's it.

You're okay.

Yeah, you're all right?

Hold this for me. Here!

[camera beeps, clicks]

- McKENZIE: Hey. - Hey.

McKENZIE: She's all right. She just fainted.

Okay. -Sometimes I do have that effect.

PARAMEDIC: I'm gonna swap your mask, all right?

[breathing deeply]

ELEANOR: I'm good. Thank you.

[grunts] I'm sorry.

How long was I out?

- Whoop! - Oh, oh, hold...

I'm okay. -You're not going down 17 flights of stairs.

- Let's get her away. - Yep.

Okay. Put her down.

Okay, good. Good, good, good, good.

- Easy. - All right, follow my finger.

That's it.

Okay. Good.

Three full sweeps, sir. Not a sign.

Parking lot, storage units, elevators.

Yeah, we all know what a building is made of, Commander.

Stop thinking, "Where haven't I looked?"

- Hey. - [snapping fingers]

Start thinking, "Where would I hide?"

PARAMEDIC: Give me your arm.

- LAMMARK: Mac. - [dog barking]

- What you got? - The owner's Norwegian.

- Financial advisor. - Uh-huh.

He's in Oslo as we speak.

Says he never laid eyes on the condo.

He got it as a debt repayment.

He's been trying to sell it ever since.

- Good luck with that. - Yeah.

- [fireworks booming] - Oh, shit! Fuck!

[barking]

MAN [over radio]: Sorry, guys. Those were preprogrammed.

We're getting the others shut off.

[laughter]

LAMMARK: Ah, fuck.

MAN [over radio]: Confirming those were preprogrammed.

MAN 2: Make sure you turn them all off.

LAMMARK: I seriously... I thought we were getting shot.

[water dripping]

[beeping]

[camera clicks, beeps]

Guys, we should get that toilet right now.

Before it gets contaminated any further.

[indistinct chatter]

No, guys. All of it.

The whole thing-- pull it out.

PARAMEDIC: Keep breathing, all right? -Excuse me.

- Through your nose. - LAMMARK: Ma'am.

Does this place look like an ER to you?

- PARAMEDIC: Right. - ELEANOR: No.

- Okay. - I'm sorry.

- Don't worry about it. - Just-just leave me.

[camera clicks, whirs]

LAMMARK: The explosion-- was it triggered remotely?

♪

MARQUAND: It's intact.

Whoever's inside had a copy of the key.

JACKSON: We're holding the residents in base camp.

At least the ones we managed to hold on to.

My first responders got the others on tape.

Good thinking. What about searching the condos?

I could bring federal warrants.

I heard.

17 flights and no gas mask?

You're wasting precious medical time here, Falco.

In the middle of a citywide medical emergency.

It won't happen again, sir.

Forget about the warrants. We'll just ask permission.

Anyone gets antsy, they're the ones we want.

[sighs]

All right, people, listen up.

We're being joined by Special Agent Lammark

from the Bureau's regional field office.

The FBI is gonna be assisting us

with this investigation.

LAMMARK: Thank you.

Okay, within the next few hours,

your desks are gonna be flooded with data,

much of it inevitably false.

You're also gonna hear a lot of opinions.

But opinions never caught anyone,

so it's important to keep certain preconceptions in mind

while classifying evidence.

One: "Mass murderers want to get caught."

Well, this one doesn't.

29 victims.

Every shot found its mark.

No casings, no brass.

Not a single stray hair or fingerprint.

This guy is thorough.

He didn't come here to die,

and he does not want to be found.

We're gonna disappoint him.

[murmuring, whooping]

Two: You will hear this man called a terrorist.

But any terrorist organization

that could've pulled that off...

[chuckles]

...they would rush to claim credit for it.

So far, none have.

Three:

You will hear this man called a maniac.

Shit, I agree.

Except the range of personality disorders

is so extensive that it includes all of us here.

Depression, anxiety,

uh, schizophrenia.

- [laughter] - But...

PPD, NPD,

PTSD.

We took every crazy off the street,

there would be no one left to police them.

- [laughter] - So...

to succeed, we're gonna have to keep our minds open.

Don't start out

picturing a racist or a Nazi.

He's not a type.

He's a person.

Somebody loved him.

Somebody trained him.

Somebody sold him that gun.

We find them...

we find our guy.

Four...

CAPLETON: The governor's given you

all the resources he can give you.

There's nothing more I can do.

LAMMARK: I'm a federal agent.

- CAPLETON: Highways are not federal. I'm sorry. - Ah.

CAPLETON: Shutting them down would only cause mass panic.

LAMMARK: No, the shooter causes mass panic.

Shutting down a highway causes headaches.

Headaches my governor doesn't need right now.

REPORTER [over TV]: In shock, the mayor has called for calm.

If you see anyone suspicious...

"It's not a type. It's a person."

[scoffs] What a hack.

No wonder they kicked him out of D.C.

These people, they're just born plain evil.

Evil is cutting off a bird's wing just to see what happens.

This guy is swatting mosquitoes.

GARFIELD: Whatever. We should string him up by his balls

from the top of a flagpole.

That'll deter all the other nutsos out there.

LAMMARK: Officer.

Why don't you leave the sentencing to the judge.

Our job right now is to catch him.

- Sorry, sir. - Oh, it's okay.

Nice to know how I'll be remembered.

Any chance of some fresh coffee?

This tastes like transmission fluid.

Right away.

Mm, I'll do it.

It's okay.

Excuse me.

[Eleanor sighs, clears throat]

Why'd you say that thing about mosquitoes?

- Oh, it was just a feeling. - Based on what?

I don't think this guy is looking for destruction.

I think he's looking for relief.

And do you have a feeling that he's gonna do it again?

Yes.

Why?

Because he liked it.

How do you know?

He killed 29 people.

Otherwise, he would've stopped at two.

Well, why did he stop shooting at all?

I mean, why not kill 50? 60?

Was it because the fireworks stopped

and so there was no more cover for the gunshots?

- Yeah, maybe. - Bullshit.

Don't patronize me. Tell me what you think.

I think he got his fill.

No matter how good the food tastes,

you stop eating when you've had enough.

Till you get hungry again.

What's your name?

Eleanor Falco, sir.

Lammark.

WOMAN [on TV]: The number of deaths by firearms in this...

MAN [on TV]: Maybe because we leveled Iraq on a lie?

MAN 2: There's no Second Amendment in China.

MAN 1: Now you're justifying mass murder?

MAN 3: No, I'm trying to understand it.

MAN 4: There's no moral ambiguity about it.

WOMAN 2: The rate of death by either suicide or homi...

MAN 5: ...construct elaborate narratives

in which they get to be the hero.

♪

[sighs]

[lock clicks]

[sighs]

[meows]

Hey.

[sighs]

WOMAN [on TV]: Pseudocommandos are terrorists

without a known cause.

They become obsessed with weapons and regalia

to make up for their own sense of impotence and failure.

MAN [on TV]: They're often victims of aggression

during childhood and development,

especially from the people

who are supposed to love and protect them.

♪

♪

♪

[ringing]

[cat meows]

[sighs]

Sir?

JACKSON: Any trouble with Lammark, Falco?

Trouble?

Meet him at Lindenblatt's at 6:00.

He wants to see you. Didn't say why.

Fuck.

[train horn blowing in distance]

LAMMARK: We are exposing more people to more risk.

CAPLETON: It's out of the question.

You can forget about it.

LAMMARK: Jesse, haven't you seen "Jaws"?

Right now, you're the asshole

that's trying to keep the beach open.

29 bodies.

Well, they had 58 in Vegas.

Next day, you had Celine Dion--

she's onstage, Caesars Palace.

- The show's got to go on. - Hello.

That guy was dead.

We have an Olympic-class marksman running wild.

CAPLETON: The governor is not closing hospitals,

- is not closing down schools. - LAMMARK: Fine. Of course.

Those we can deal with, but theme parks,

malls, stadiums?

Yeah, well, we're not gonna impose a curfew

without a single clue.

What's the strategy?

"Until Lammark finds him"?

By now, the guy could be in Minnesota.

- They're not closing Minnesota. - Oh.

9/11, New York City-- they didn't shut it down.

[scoffs] -Look, if you can't deliver what you promised

without shutting down the whole damn city,

- forget about it. - Jesse.

Calm down.

I can find him.

What I need to know is that you're onside.

I got to go.

Mayor was still mayor in the sequel.

That's the lesson from "Jaws."

- [Lammark scoffs] - Let's revert later today.

LAMMARK: I don't even know what that means.

[Lammark sighs]

Jesus fuck.

ELEANOR: Sir.

Um...

is this a good time?

No, please. Please, go ahead.

These fucking people.

[sighs] It's almost as though they designed a system

specifically to drain my energy away.

I don't get it. Don't they want you to catch him?

Oh, yeah. By yesterday.

The problem is that they think they know how.

Anyway, let's talk about you.

Coffee?

Sure.

I can think of two reasons

why you might be getting a good read on this guy.

One: You're potentially a good detective.

Two: You're as fucked-up in the head as he is.

Either way, I'm doing everyone a favor

by keeping you off the streets.

Oh.

- Hey. - Hi.

Look at you, buddy. What's got you so slim?

Cut out gluten. It's a magic bullet.

- That gluten, huh? - Yeah.

- Steak and eggs got gluten? - No.

I believe you've met Jack McKenzie?

- [cell phone dings] - As an investigator, frankly,

he's average at best.

But when we get close to that killer,

trust me, we all want Mac around.

- Flattered. - [chuckles]

She staying?

I'd have to ask for your transfer.

I'd be working for the Bureau?

No, you'd be a liaison between BPD and me, basically,

making sure that I get the information I need

when I need it.

I'm surrounded by jackals and clowns.

Krupp and Marquand are capable,

but they're gonna feed everything back to D.C.

I just need people around me

that are smart and that I can trust.

Right now, believe it or not, that's you two.

So don't fuck it up.

LAMMARK: Be an artist, not a cop.

Use your intuition.

This guy's on a spiral of destruction.

I expect you to slide down after him.

I'm here to catch you. You know that.

You stay away from this girl.

Thank you, sir, but I can protect myself.

LAMMARK: Oh, I'm worried about him.

Okay, people.

Let's go catch him.

The block has 12 security cameras,

but the drive overwrites every 72 hours.

Our guy got in before that, we missed him.

There are also significant blind spots,

including the service bay

and the second-floor hallway window.

Now, Samantha's collating all the incident AV:

cell phones, drone surveillance.

It's about 300 hours of footage.

We should have it cleaned up

and cut down in sequence by 1:00 p.m.

LAMMARK: Can I see a rough cut at 11:00?

McKENZIE: Absolutely. The Realtor's checking through

all of the walk-throughs over the last six months.

He and his team will be available for questioning

first thing tomorrow morning.

Okay, painters, locksmith, phone company.

- Come on. - No landline, no cable, no Wi-Fi.

No one lived there.

The owner had the place painted before the pandemic.

We found the company. We're tracing the men.

Um, Eleanor?

Uh, you-you're gonna get copies of all these reports, okay?

Yeah, all right.

Um... please.

McKENZIE: Señor Ortega has been a janitor

at this building since it opened.

He's 54, Cuban, GPR negative.

There's no guns, no record.

He claims he's never had a copy

- of the keys. - LAMMARK: Right.

McKENZIE: There's another janitor

named Barraza, works the night shift.

He was off on holiday, so he's unreachable.

LAMMARK: Where is Barraza?

He's not in the area.

I didn't ask where he isn't. I asked where he is.

Doesn't fit our profile.

He's friendly, funny.

Half of the residents accused him

of smoking weed in the hallway.

- What about the other half? - They're buying it from him.

- [laughter] - Lot of laughter. Krupp?

We've I.D.'d the building's residents

- and instigated background checks. - Mm-hmm.

Counterterrorism are processing the profiles right now.

Counterterrorism?

Frank Graber requested them.

I run the operation.

Not Frank Graber.

Not D.C. Certainly not you.

[sighs] They have twice our resources.

I thought you'd be on board.

I'm just trying to speed things along.

I'll speed your ass out the door.

If Frank Graber requests resuscitation,

you need my approval first.

Okay?

- That goes for everyone. - [knock at door]

What is it now?

IRENE: Confirmation that you are not

requesting a curfew.

Jesse Capleton asked you to sign.

Why would I sign something

that's the exact opposite of what I asked for?

He said you agreed to in the meeting,

- and now he needs you on the record. - [chuckles]

[Lammark sighs]

[under breath]: Fucking asshole.

[signs, sets down pen]

Okay. Marquand?

- MARQUAND: Yes, sir. - LAMMARK: Be straight with me.

Have you been talking to counterterrorism?

MARQUAND: No, sir.

Is it gonna stay that way?

Yes, sir.

Then what you got?

Well, the shockwave analysis confirmed

the use of a hand grenade.

It's an M14.

He turned on the gas, pulled the pin,

- walked out, and he closed the door behind him. - Mm-hmm.

There's also a lot of scratches under the lock.

Like he had a big bunch of keys.

Now, ballistics has their money set on an XM21 sniper system.

Used in Vietnam, right up to Desert Storm.

They updated the scope in '75,

but we think it's one of the originals.

If that's the case, we, uh... we got a problem.

What's that?

The gun is older than the database.

That means we're gonna have to go old-school,

match each piece of evidence manually

with military archives state by state.

- It's a fart in a hurricane. - That's very poetic.

- [chuckles] - MARQUAND: That's what my wife says.

What does the Army do with weapons

that are no longer in use?

McKENZIE: If they're in decent condition,

they get kicked down to local law enforcement.

Some get dismantled, others get redistributed

to armed allied forces around the world.

Who dismantles them?

Uh, the arsenal keepers. Every base unit has one.

But who actually verifies that they're destroyed?

You know what? Get the keeper records.

Active duty, prosecutions, missing weapons,

- psych trauma, PTSD. - MARQUAND: We're on it.

We can all use more help, Nathan,

but I need collaboration, not competition.

There has to be a clear chain of command.

Personal question?

Don't you think Lammark's a bit paranoid

about other teams being involved?

Not really. Everyone's looking for credit.

I've seen way too many cases derail from friendly fire.

[door creaks shut]

♪

My God.

Tell me you got something here.

Height, weight, anything.

That distance-- I can't even start to speculate.

Small entrance, large exit on all.

One shot per victim.

Head, chest, neck-- gone.

- All yours, my friend. - Yeah.

You ever seen anything like this, Mac?

Not outside the Army.

Very few inside.

I mean, you got wind, fireworks distracting you.

It's flawless.

Someone knows how good this guy is.

Military-trained or high-level sports.

Either way,

this is winning medals.

Is the shooter a man?

BOTH: Yes.

Why?

At this scale?

Unprecedented.

Planned or spontaneous?

- McKENZIE: Planned. - ELEANOR: Spontaneous.

Then why did he have a weapon?

He was trespassing.

Maybe he was expecting the police.

With a 40-year-old sniper rifle?

Different genders, different races.

Some old, some quite young.

There's no pattern.

Why?

LAMMARK: Well, we can speculate

that nature's not to blame.

Culture is.

We're all different.

We still act the same.

Rush hour, lunch hour,

Black Friday, New Year's Eve.

We just blindly follow the same patterns.

He's not punishing people.

He's disrupting behavior.

There's no torture, no reveling in the suffering.

Just a-- poof-- quick one-way ticket to Narnia.

- [cell phone dings, buzzes] - OFFICER: Sir.

They have him.

What do you mean, "They have him"? Who has him?

[indistinct shouting, police radio chatter]

♪

[tires screech]

[indistinct chatter]

[helicopter whirring]

Frank?

[siren whoops]

I'm heading this up till Nathan says otherwise.

Hey, don't have a heart attack.

I'm not here to undermine you.

- We just have to move fast. - [sighs]

We're checking up the residents,

and this kid rings alarm bells all over the place.

We try to question him, he locks himself in his room

and threatens to kill everyone, which is never a good sign.

OFFICER [over radio]: Alpha Team, into position.

Beta Team, clear the floor.

OFFICER 2 [over radio]: Do we have eyes on the weapon?

Repeat, is the weapon confirmed?

It was nice of you to invite everyone before calling me!

FRANK: He ticks every box: ADHD,

skips school because he gets bullied,

spends all night watching ISIS clips

and blowing out brains on video games.

And his uncle Aziz took him to the gun club last summer.

JIMMY KITTRIDGE: This is where the tenants

of 12 Redwood Street are staying on your dime.

Now it seems the killer is among them.

How'd he access the apartment?

The Rahmanis-- they live above it.

He could've climbed to the ledge. He knows the area.

Probably planned out this whole thing.

SWAT COMMANDER [over radio]: Ready to go. 20 seconds.

Copy that.

[indistinct chatter, sirens wailing]

[indistinct shouting]

SWAT COMMANDER: Alpha Team, we're going in.

Do we know for certain that he's armed?

He said he was gonna kill everyone!

I asked whether he was armed, not what he said!

There was a mattress in that condo.

Why would there be one if he lived upstairs?

Who is this? Why is she even here?

It's okay, Eleanor.

SWAT COMMANDER [over radio]: In three, two, one.

Go, go, go!

Did you give the go-ahead?

Back off, Lammark!

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Get down on the floor! - Get down!

Where's the weapon?

Stay the fuck right where you are!

- I didn't do anything! - What the fuck are you doing?

[glass breaks]

Get a life mat.

OFFICER: He's going for the window!

He's going for the fucking window!

- Get a life mat! - [screaming]

[gasping, exclaiming]

- [siren wailing] - [indistinct chatter]

KITTRIDGE: Your tax dollars are paying for their room service.

Now it seems the killer has been among them all along.

[exhales sharply]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Where's the weapon, Frank?

So far, you haven't found a catapult.

He could've stashed it anywhere.

A: You don't have a firearm.

B: You're oceans away from establishing any connection

to an old XM21 rifle in particular.

C: You don't get to become a first-class marksman

playing video games.

So, you either find some evidence here,

make some sense of it,

or admit that this has been

a colossal fuckup!

CAPLETON: Come on, Lammark.

If it wasn't him, how come he jumped?

I don't know, maybe it's 'cause of that fucking parasite

Jimmy Kittridge calling him a terrorist on live TV.

Arab kid, Baltimore high school.

Do you think he pictured himself

becoming homecoming king after that?

Okay, but for now, it could've been him, right?

I mean, until he's proven innocent?

Jesse, it's supposed to be the other way around.

Not when we're competing with six other states

for a $9 billion gas plant.

I need the people out there to feel safe, Lammark.

This shows them we're on it. It buys us more time.

Are you gonna tell that shit to the Rahmanis?

Go ahead, tell 'em that,

'cause I got fucking work to do.

[door closes]

- [phone ringing] - [indistinct chatter]

Three painters worked the apartment.

We've got Rodney Lang,

Abraham Haynes and Dimitri Bovrov.

[knocking]

[baby fussing]

Mr. Lang, this should be quick.

I hope you don't mind. Uh, I brought backup.

Wife's working a double, so...

guess who's in charge of little Desmond here.

Desmond, huh?

Had an uncle called Desmond.

Used to write erotic novels under the, uh, name

"Melody Bangs."

Okay. -I suppose you remember where you were last night?

Uh, yeah. Actually, we...

went down to the harbor to watch the fireworks.

We were there. Scary shit.

You got... you got proof?

- Proof? - Mm-hmm.

We got proof, yeah.

Like a million selfies.

ABRAHAM [voice-over]: At my mother-in-law's.

I thought you caught the guy.

Maybe. No pictures?

Mm...

ABRAHAM [voice-over]: Of my mother-in-law?

Lots of pictures.

Big party. Cousins, nephews.

What am I doing here? Am I a suspect?

I just stripped the fucking place.

Two years ago.

McKENZIE: Hey, hey, hey. calm down.

It's all good.

Just asking you questions.

I was at my apartment alone.

Relax, Dimitri.

It's still legal to spend a night alone in this country.

- [chuckles softly] - Can you prove it?

My, uh, neighbor, maybe he see me come in?

And, uh, I call my father in Russia.

Perhaps you can verify with phone company?

But you did get some...

some military training in Russia, right?

Did you get any shooting practice?

Sir, I did not kill those people.

[mutters in Russian]

I find it shameful that I need to explain this to you.

I'm an honest man,

and I work hard for what I have.

Yes, I did shooting practice-- two weeks.

Then I break my arm, so no good for shooting.

They tell me to go clean barracks, so I sweep,

I wash windows, and that is how I serve my country.

LAMMARK: Mr. Haynes, why did you stop working

at DeLuxe Painting and Repairs?

Maybe I wasn't fast enough.

You'd have to ask them.

So, you... you stripped the place.

- Alone. - Yes.

What else do you remember?

That light.

The view.

[voice-over]: We worked the lounge together.

Then Dimitri stayed extra for the bedrooms.

I think.

No, I did the bedrooms.

- I'm sure. - [Desmond fussing]

LAMMARK: Eleanor, would you consider it sexist of me

if I asked you to take little Desmond here

and put him to sleep?

Oh. Thanks, sweetie.

[door opens]

Mr. Lang, you've got quite the, uh...

the gig in wall painting, right?

You're a regular at DeLuxe.

A string of work for Ultraviolet as well?

Well, uh, kids don't come cheap.

- [Eleanor shushing] - [Desmond crying]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

[frantic chatter, screaming]

[sighs]

MAN: Hi. Excuse me.

Preliminary lab report.

- Oh. - Mind signing it for me?

- Okay. Sure. - Thanks.

Awesome. Thank you.

LAMMARK: No, guys, please. Guys!

Do you want an investigation,

or do you want an entertainment event?

[sighs]

[copier whirring]

Hey, Eleanor.

Did you receive a package from the lab?

Yes, sir.

I've included it in my report.

The urine and fecal samples were scarce,

but there was still enough to detect an iron deficiency.

I looked it up, and it's common

amongst people who don't eat meat.

What time did it arrive?

- I don't know, 20 minutes ago? - 45.

I didn't have it, so, uh, I rang the lab.

- Checked with the courier. - I'm sorry, sir.

I was just trying to help. You were on the phone, and...

This is specialized, urgent,

classified intel.

You are the BPD liaison, a beat cop,

no college degree, but you decide

that I should wait for your verdict.

[sighs]

♪

Eleanor, I'm sorry I snapped.

I had a ridiculously stressful phone conversation.

- I took it out on you. - No worries.

Hey, I know it's late,

but I have, uh, some new stuff to go over,

and I could use some of your brain.

Want to come have some dinner,

talk it through with a good glass of wine?

[sighs]

Sir, if you hired me so you could fuck me,

you can take this job and you can shove it up your ass.

Eleanor, I'm married.

Come and have dinner with us.

You look like you could use a good meal.

ELEANOR: You also think it's gonna happen again.

Why did you sign that memo?

You can't fight every battle.

Have to choose the ones you can win.

Yeah, but when you sign, you're a part of the game.

And when you don't, they replace you.

The only decision you're making

is whether to be buried or burned.

[Lammark sighs]

Jesse Capleton can't fire you.

He's not your boss.

LAMMARK: Jesse Capleton operates my boss,

who operates him in return.

Guys like that, it's a circle jerk.

All it takes is one call.

"Don't you think Lammark's a little off his game?"

"Well, there is no bigger fan than me,

but we do have to think of his heart."

They each say what the other one wants to hear.

Before you know it,

you're packing your desk into a box.

[Lammark sighs]

- Humble opinion? - Mm-hmm?

It's not 'cause they're scared you won't catch him.

It's 'cause they're scared you will.

You crack this, you get the spotlight.

Some people just can't stand the shadows.

[chuckles softly]

There's something odd about Lang.

The watch, the shoes,

bringing the baby in.

It's not Lang. His alibi's solid.

But I'll call Tracey in the morning

if you want to monitor his comm.

How long have you been married?

Ever since we were allowed.

That's the big question:

how people shape systems, how systems shape us.

Can I get you a little...

- Oh, just water, thank you. - [drink pouring]

GAVIN: Today, it's all about status.

The people that have it would kill to protect it,

the people that want it would kill to achieve it,

and everybody else gets crushed in between.

Governments, corporations and high schools.

Pattern seems to be the same.

How do we change that?

You mean empathy, connection?

If we truly see ourselves in others,

we want to raise them up, not bring them down.

If we ever run out of money,

you are gonna write fridge magnets.

[Eleanor and Gavin laughing]

I'm serious-- you would be fantastic.

Oh.

What are they saying?

You don't want to know.

LAMMARK: Gavin, I do want to know.

That's why I asked.

GAVIN: You know the drill.

First 24 hours is: "Who did this?"

And then after that, it's:

"Who's the idiot that's not catching him?"

No, I meant the theory.

- Oh. Right. - What's the theory?

- Mm-hmm. - Sleeper cells of terrorists

in every American town,

an inside job designed to scrap civil liberties laws.

Jewish plot? Take your pick.

And what's yours?

GAVIN: Such a good question.

- Let me see. - Bad call.

She asked. [chuckles]

I think your man wasn't born here.

ELEANOR: Hmm.

I think he feels a place he grew up in

has become a pretty awful place,

along with a good portion of the world... -Mm.

...and I think he believes this nation is responsible

for at least 50% of that mess.

LAMMARK: Shit.

If you weren't afraid of heights,

I'd book you as a suspect.

What scares me is that a good portion of you

- thinks this man has a point. - GAVIN: Mm-hmm.

About the country that stopped the Nazis...

- Mm. Right. - ...stepped on the moon,

mapped the entire human genome

and landed a spacecraft on Mars

140 million miles from your current position.

While landing our brands, our plastic, our distortion,

our exaggeration everywhere else.

I went to Bogotá to lecture.

Best damn coffee on Earth, right?

You know where they took me?

Starbucks.

We take the best of everywhere,

and we send it back worse for profit.

And that's what we do to our friends.

Profits pay taxes,

which pays for research and development.

- Eleanor... - Gavin, go to bed,

or I'll arrest you for harassing two public servants.

- I give up. I give up. - [Eleanor chuckles]

[machine whirring]

LAMMARK: So, Eleanor, why did you lie to me?

Sir?

You were rejected by the Bureau.

You decided not to tell me?

That's what pissed me off, not the lab report.

Yeah, it was eight years ago.

I didn't think it would matter.

We're under the microscope.

Everything matters.

I just thought I could prove myself

before I got found out.

I should have told you. I'm sorry.

You aced observation and knowledge.

It was your psych eval that did you in.

"Aggressive, addictive, antisocial."

This is the profile of people we arrest, not hire.

[sighs]

You know when they ask you to draw a tree? -Mm-hmm.

The trunk represents your life up to the present.

- Yeah. - And from the picture,

Dr. Katz conjectured that something fucked you up,

and pretty badly, around the age of 12.

There's no soil.

Tree has no roots, no fruit.

Did something happen back then?

- Is this necessary? - It's not mandatory.

I just want to know if we should fire Dr. Katz,

'cause I think you got talent.

"Have you ever tried any illegal substances?"

"Yes." "Which ones?" "All of them."

That didn't help your application, either.

What were you thinking?

Kurt Cobain: "I'd rather be hated for who I am

than loved for who I'm not."

Yeah.

He's not exactly a role model, according to the Bureau.

You worked at a dry cleaner's and with a call center.

Hey, why didn't you look for something with more prospects?

You're smart, articulate.

Well, that doesn't count for much

when you don't go to college.

So, why didn't you?

Because there was no one to pay for it.

And when you work all day trying to make rent,

you don't feel like studying; you feel like sleeping.

What led you to law enforcement?

I was looking for protection.

From who?

From myself.

That enough for you?

No.

Eleanor...

...the only thing enough for me is a solid lead.

The hatred that drives our shooter

isn't so different from yours.

Instead of going out there and wiping everybody out,

you turn it against yourself.

I need you to use it as fuel to bring me something new.

Now.

We get this guy, this all goes away.

And we can both do the job we were meant to.

♪

- [indistinct chatter] - [pop music playing]

Would you like your teeth whitened, ma'am?

We can do it right here on the spot.

- WOMAN: Not today. - You'll notice the difference

- in just five minutes. - Thank you, dear.

Brighten your sm...

[baby crying]

WOMAN [over P.A.]: Ladies, if you're longing for summer,

it's time to start getting in shape.

Come for a free consultation in the second-floor beauty bar.

MAN [over P.A.]: Please do not leave

any store bags unattended.

If you see anything suspicious, just tell our security team.

- SHOPPER: Uh, excuse me. - Yes?

Uh, I think you took my stuff by mistake.

My own clothes.

[toilet flushes]

[water splashing]

What the hell is wrong with you, bro?

[door opens]

[door closes]

Uh, excuse me.

You got a guy giving himself

a full body wash in the basin back there.

Uh-huh. -I mean, I'm guessing he's got issues,

- but seriously, not cool. - Yeah, I got it.

MAN [over radio]: Can we get someone down to level three?

I-I got a guy here.

Uh, somebody ran off with his clothes.

[guard sighs]

- GUARD: Let's call dispatch. - GUARD 2: There's no one here.

WOMAN: Oh, my God. What's he doing?

- I'm tired of these dudes. - Hey.

Where's your sense of self-respect?

You're not an animal.

- Ignore him. It's... - I...

Hey!

Sir!

Sir, stop right there.

Hold it!

Gonna need to take a look in the bag, sir.

Don't make us ask twice.

Just open the bag, sir.

- I just want to go home. - I know you want to go home.

We just need to see the contents of the bag.

Please, can you open that up for us?

- I just want to go. - We'll let you go.

We just need you to open that bag.

Open the bag right now, please.

- GUARD 2: Open the bag. - Sir, don't make me ask again.

- Open the bag. - GUARD 2: Open the bag!

- GUARD 1: Fuck! - [gunfire, screaming]

LASSKY: I haven't seen an XM21 in years,

but they're around if you know where to look.

Where would I look?

DoD's the only government department

that's failed every audit for the last 25 years.

They lost track of a billion dollars' worth of weapons

in Iraq and Kuwait alone.

Mr. Lassky, why would you buy a vintage weapon

when there are newer ones available?

Well, ofttimes, they're better.

Easy load, easy clean, standard ammo.

Like that 1853 Enfield?

[chuckles] Yeah.

That's a classic.

Used by the Confederate forces.

And the Ku Klux Klan.

Listen, I'm not doing anything illegal here.

The history of America...

Milkor BXP? In Maryland?

It's pretty illegal.

Look, Mr. Lassky, I'm gonna need

a list of all of your clients.

If this guy's one of them

and you withheld that information...

[buzzing]

♪

[faint, indistinct radio chatter]

MAN [over radio]: Got two paramedic teams here.

- Can they enter? - WOMAN: Copy that.

[cell phones ringing]

[radio chatter continues indistinctly]

WOMAN: We'll send an escort. Which entryway, please?

MAN: Copy that. Okay, keep moving.

[cell phones continue ringing]

[radio chatter continues indistinctly]

♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

OFFICER [over radio]: We have a Black male, 35,

- five-ten, 220 pounds... - [Lammark sighs]

Are they even listening?

Guy's over six feet, white as my ass.

Yeah. I'll go set 'em straight.

- OFFICER [over radio]: - I repeat, ,

35, five-ten, 220 pounds...

LAMMARK: Okay.

...Magnum .357 in the back of his trunk.

[sighs]

[picks up phone]

[indistinct radio chatter continues]

[sighs]

That's got to be the weirdest fucking thing I've ever seen.

Talk to Sam.

Reflections in windows, cameras in stores.

We should be able to get a 3D printout of this guy.

Sorry, there's no... there's no cameras in there.

LAMMARK: Not yet.

W-W-Wait. Rewind that.

- [snaps fingers] - That's his shirt.

- Take me to that restroom. - Yeah, sure.

[indistinct radio chatter continues]

♪

ELEANOR: He didn't come here to kill.

He came here to eat.

To get new clothes.

To clean up.

A dog who knows where the leftovers are.

LAMMARK: Smart enough not to leave any fingerprints.

Is he just picking out the vegetables? -Yeah.

There's your iron deficiency.

Our dog is a herbivore.

- [gunfire] - [clamoring, screaming]

LAMMARK: Christ.

The marksmanship.

- [screaming] - [gunfire]

[Lammark sighs]

Cool as a fucking cucumber.

[clamoring, screaming continue]

[Eleanor sighs]

He doesn't want to engage.

[clamoring, screaming continue]

[frantic chatter]

This is like fucking "Pac-Man."

Who trained him?

Not the Army.

Weapons are an extensionof hims.

He was born among 'em.

♪

[both sighing]

McKENZIE [over radio]: Bad news here.

[groans]

- LAMMARK: What is it? - McKENZIE: The cleaning crew

came through before the shooting began.

The trucks pick up at 2:00.

- ELEANOR: Oh, my God. - Where do they go?

LAMMARK: Ugh.

I can't tell what's gonna happen to me first--

I'm gonna have a heart attack,

- or I'm gonna get fired. - ELEANOR: Yeah.

LAMMARK: Well, thanks for the reassurance.

ELEANOR: You're just being paranoid.

LAMMARK: Look, in case I'm not,

work side by side with McKenzie.

Stop that truck. If we can get that DNA...

- Mac, where are you? - [horn honks]

- Take her with you. - McKENZIE: Yeah.

LAMMARK: I'm just letting him think he's in charge.

[Eleanor chuckles softly]

♪

ELEANOR: Hey, Lammark.

Take your pills. Ignore the clowns.

Fight the jackals.

Get out of here.

- [tires squeal] - [siren wails]

[indistinct radio chatter]

SUPERVISOR: Whole building takes a shit four times a day.

Everything gets mixed together, compressed in the trucks

and then dropped here.

ELEANOR: Thank you.

SUPERVISOR: Thank you, gentlemen.

Thanks.

We're looking for a green shirt

someone dropped in the second-floor restroom.

- Any tips? - Yeah.

Don't eat the sushi.

Isn't the, uh, organic stuff

supposed to get separated from recycling?

Yeah, but we don't do that yet.

I guess they're still telling people to separate their trash

to raise awareness or something.

- Who knows? - Right.

- Thanks, man. - Yeah, don't mention it.

[grunting]

♪

[birds squawking]

♪

CAPLETON: One of the biggest attacks in American history,

and all we can offer is "please stay indoors"?

Nathan, it's been less than 72 hours

since the first shooting.

And people already think you lost control.

We need a game changer.

- This could be it. - No, no, no.

We still don't have a face.

Let's show the way he moves.

Two and a half million viewers.

Someone's got to know this guy.

Kittridge is an idiot. Idiots are unpredictable.

It's Pandora's fucking box.

We risk unleashing problems we don't even have.

I'd rather take a fucking risk

than have people think we have nothing.

I mean the risk to the population,

not your administration.

[indistinct chatter]

[snaps fingers]

That's a lead.

Hair, sweat.

What about prints?

On most fabrics, it's unlikely, but let my team do their job.

NATHAN: Look, I don't think you're listening, Lammark.

The decision's out of your hands.

You don't play along, so is this investigation.

This doesn't look very good.

- No, it doesn't. At all. - KITTRIDGE [on TV]: Beware.

The exclusive footage you are about to see

contains extremely disturbing images.

If you're with kids or sensitive to violence,

then please look away now.

These acts are horrifying,

but they're not the product of a monster.

They're the product of a man.

A dangerous man, sure, but damaged, too.

That's why I make this plea.

If you know this man, if you love this man,

if you are this man, then call this number.

- LAMMARK: Well... - We're here to help.

...there's the Nobel for the worst fucking idea.

FRANK: Teamwork makes the dream work.

Oh, fuck off, Frank.

KITTRIDGE: Now, with me tonight is Martha Curry, professor...

HDM, World War II era.

OSS pistol of choice.

Hard to find outside Special Forces inventories.

CURRY [on TV]: When it comes to mental disorders,

violence is more commonly reactive

than planned, triggered by...

KITTRIDGE: Okay, I got to stop you there.

We have a caller. Hello.

WOMAN [on TV]: I'm scared of my husband.

He's been acting weird lately. He's...

Does this man look like your husband?

Could this be him?

WOMAN: Actually not, but still...

Okay, okay. I'm sorry. This isn't marriage guidance.

We are here to identify a mass murderer.

All right. Arsenal keepers from the last 50 years.

Green means solid alibi, blue still TBC.

We're targeting the ones in pink.

They've been discharged from the Forces.

And the yellow?

Oh, they're dead. Pretty solid alibi.

Yeah, I think we can safely assume

that the shooter is amongst the living.

Munitions this old could be quite the inheritance, sir.

That's a damn good point.

Damn good point.

[cell phone beeps, buzzes]

KRUPP: Okay. Mall footprint analysis.

Cat work boots, six years old.

He's not the first owner.

Soles worn on the left. He favors the right.

Also sawdust, wood chips and paint traces.

MAN [on TV]: I know who killed a thousand people last year.

- The police did. - KITTRIDGE: Sir, 24 officers

just died in that mall.

The police risk their lives to protect you.

MAN: ...Daunte Wright, Andre Hill, Breonna Taylor.

Should I go on?

KITTRIDGE: We are looking to make television history here.

This number is exclusively...

KITTRIDGE: "Thou shalt not kill."

I saw that in a school room.

When have you last seen "Thou shalt not kill"?

When have you last seen that?

My goal here today is to try to calm things down,

not make things worse.

[indistinct chatter]

- MAN [on TV]: - Because-because... ]

KITTRIDGE: Try to have a dialogue.

Sir, you came up with a dumb statement...

[cell phone dings]

...that came from your prejudiced heart.

Sweden was founded by Vikings.

McKENZIE: Shirt results just in.

- LAMMARK: Mm-hmm? - All right.

No fingerprints, but CODIS found hair and skin particles.

Hair's brittle near the ends,

and when it falls out, so do fragments of the skin.

What are they trying to do? Sell me dandruff shampoo?

McKENZIE: No, it's common among people

who suffered severe head trauma.

KITTRIDGE: The majority of the last shootings

have all been involved with these kids.

And you are live on "The Kittridge Show."

Don't be shy.

DISTORTED VOICE: I'm not shy. I'm proud.

KITTRIDGE: Proud? Of what?

DISTORTED VOICE: Proud of my people.

Proud of our soldier.

- KITTRIDGE: Oh, you're an army? - [cell phone dings]

Are you commanding these guys?

What do you want, cheaper sneakers?

They're on it. They're tracking him down.

KITTRIDGE: 'Cause not many great battles

were fought in a mall.

DISTORTED VOICE: This isn't a game.

It's a reset.

- Our nation's promise restored. - [cell phone dings]

He used a prepaid AT line

and dialed star 67 to hide his number.

- KITTRIDGE: Okay. - That works?

KITTRIDGE: How do I know you're not

just some kid with a voice distortion app,

jerking off on a swastika flag? -[chuckles]

DISTORTED VOICE: An HDM? An Ingram MAC-10?

Those are not kids' toys.

You can mock me from your ivory castle,

but your time is coming, too, my friend.

- [cell phone dings] - KITTRIDGE: Whoa.

Phone was bought at Walmart

in Montgomery County 25 minutes ago.

KITTRIDGE: I'm shaking in my shoes.

You know, I hope you're dumb enough

to come after me.

I think you'll find my castle

- is pretty well secured. - [cell phone dings]

DISTORTED VOICE: Your daughter's college room isn't.

Paid in cash, no credit card info.

DISTORTED VOICE: 300 million Americans.

400 million guns.

And I'm sure someone out there would love to lend a hand.

KITTRIDGE: That's enough to get you in jail.

Worst fucking idea, indeed.

KITTRIDGE: You know they'll find you, right?

Only a matter of time.

DISTORTED VOICE: Not sure about that.

Half the crimes in this country never get solved.

- [cell phone dings] - Your tax dollars go

to defense contractors--

- drones, missiles, nukes... - What?

What?

...but those can't protect you from us.

KITTRIDGE:So you don't like our?

My sister's pregnant.

- Jesus, Mac. - I'm-I'm sorry, everybody.

DISTORTED VOICE: The real enemy lies within.

Taking our jobs, taking our land,

taking our women.

While they're overseaswiping ou,

we can handle all the Blacks and yellows

and the nigger-loving, money-hungry Jews as well.

- Fucking sick. - If our so-called leaders

won't speak up for us,

- our rifles will. - [cell phone dings]

McKENZIE: They've located the register,

and they're patching through the security feed.

KITTRIDGE:Okay, look, if you ace

behind these attacks, I'm gonna speak on behalf

of the families you've destroyed.

You're a coward.

You're a hack, an attention seeker.

DISTORTED VOICE: The invisible army is ready to fight.

Don't kill yourselves, boys.

Your pain's not a weakness.

It's a weapon.

- Time to use it. - [cell phone dings]

KITTRIDGE: Hello?

Okay, they got him.

♪

McKENZIE: The call began at 8:21 in Somerset,

ended at 8:29 five miles southwest.

A minute later, the chip went dead,

but the phone's GPS matches that of a Chevy Silverado,

license plate Alpha, Lima, Xray,

eight, zero, eight.

Registered to a David Lee Hicks.

He's an NRA member and a legal owner of an AR-15,

an AK-47 and a bunch of hunting rifles.

He's also a member of the local branch of Three Percenters.

He hates government, liberals and Jews.

COMMANDER [over radio]: This is Somerset commander.

We got a comms van and tactical gear

ready for you on the tarmac.

Please advise ETA.

What is it, Eleanor?

The NRA? The Three Percent?

Our guy's a loner, not a joiner.

Okay.

Your objection is duly noted.

A man on a mission does not stop for falafel.

This is not our killer. This isn't our case.

Let someone else take care of it.

I can't. I'm following orders.

Even when you know they're wrong?

Power is disputed between people who deserve it

and people who adore it.

It's a perpetual fight.

I can't say we're winning.

Right now, we got to stay in the ring.

Sir, with all due respect...

Oh, goddamn it, Eleanor! You're following orders, too!

COMMANDER [over radio]: They're heading down

Wisconsin Avenue, car 17.

Intercept at Friendship Heights.

OFFICER: Copy that.

[engine revving]

[brakes squeak]

♪

Jesus, it's fucking cold.

McKENZIE: Okay.

O.K. Corral.

[whoops]

You owned that moron, man.

Shit's going down after this.

Guys, now he's thanking the cops for protecting his kid.

These fucking guys-- never risk anything,

and they think the world spins around them.

Right, 'cause when you're on TV,

all the pigs come running.

But who the fuck's protecting our kids? Huh?

MAN: Who the fuck's protecting our kids?

We're protecting our kids, you moron.

Well, I'm starving.

MAN 2: Whole police force shielding a dorm room

while bodies pile up in the streets.

He doesn't know what's coming to him.

MAN 3: "Invisible army" is trending.

This is a game changer, guys.

Something has to happen.

Okay, so shampoo?

Yes, and some Whitestrips.

- [laughing]: Yeah. - Please.

- Okay. - Oh, candy! [chuckles]

- I know who's paying. - [laughter]

MAN:Fucking light beer, light b,

light beer, light beer.

MAN 2: Who owns this place, the Mormons?

Shh.

I'll take that for you.

[men continues chatting indistinctly]

MAN: Let's go to a fucking bar.

MAN 2: Ah, you'll get drunk and start showing off.

I prefer to stay out of trouble.

ELEANOR: I'll meet you in the car?

McKENZIE: Um, did you get the pills for your dad?

- I'll be right back. - Mm-hmm.

[men continue chatting indistinctly]

Sir?

Hi.

- What's that? - Um, it's... Can you...

[laughs] Not your night, huh?

Sir, can you come with me, please?

Speak up, girl. I can't hear you.

ELEANOR: Just-just come with me this way, sir.

I-Is this a survey?-No, no, no.

Um, I just... We...

Can you... Can you come with me really quickly, please?

Well, I'm in a rush.

I have to go home. My-my wife...

Yeah, that's-that's all... That's okay.

That's okay. -M-My wife is sick, and I'm in a rush.

ELEANOR: Yeah, I-I just need you to come with me.

I-I really can't. -Sir, I need .

I really don't have that much time. -Sir, come with me now!

My wife... my-my wife is waiting for me. -Now!

♪

- FBI! - Drop your weapon!

Fuck you!

Drop it now!

Drop it!

- Falco! - We're good!

[yelling]

ELEANOR [panting]: Oh, my God.

FBI!

Eyes on me!

Fuck.

- Fuck! - I need you to drop the weapon

and show me those hands.

- You fucking nigger! - I don't need that.

I need you to drop the weapon and get those hands up.

Get the fuck out of here!

Get the fuck out of this place!

Drop your weapon and show me your hands.

I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out.

David, drop the weapon and get those hands up!

- No nigger's gonna... - [electrical whoosh]

- [groaning] - [electrical crackling]

♪

[siren wailing]

DAVID: For the last time, just fuck off.

FRANK: Hey, don't fucking talk to me like that.

I need to know what you did,

I need to know who's involved, and I need to know...

He's basically saying it's a prank gone wrong.

Tracey confirmed it.

The army's not invisible. It just doesn't exist at all.

There's no organization, no communications.

You fucking tell us something...

McKENZIE: Just some copy-and-paste

conspiracy bullshit on a Facebook page

with 23 likes.

And that call to Kittridge

caused serious collateral damage.

Mr. Lammark, did you give the order

to share the mall footage with "The Kittridge Show"?

It was not my strategy.

I advised that the plan was risky and flawed.

But this was your investigation?

- You had overall control? - [sighs] Yes.

Was it also under your command that the public

were encouraged to call inwitho?

Yes, ma'am.

Just a half hour after the show ended,

two teenagers shot two people dead

and wounded three more before taking their own lives.

In Boston, a Molotov cocktail was thrown

through the window of Temple Israel,

causing the janitor life-changing injuries.

Do you accept responsibility for these crimes?

We all know what's going on here.

This is not about the deaths of young men.

This is about the ambitions of old ones.

Do you know the name of the killer?

I know he's someone who's lived off the grid for obviously...

Mr. Lammark, please answer the question.

Do you know his profession? His place of residence?

Not yet.

It seems that, under your command,

information is no cure for ignorance.

Perhaps if you'd paid more attention to people

who were qualified to help.

This internal report suggests that

you've been taking your lead from a police officer

with no investigative experience,

rejected by the Bureau,

with a long and proven record of addiction.

Am I right?

LAMMARK: Well, that's not what I took from her application.

I saw a fiercely honest, highly motivated person.

While everyone else was helping residents

flee a burning building, Officer Falco was the only one

with the presence of mind to film them doing it.

Had our perpetrator been amongst those exiting,

it would've been solely down to her.

I know talent when I see it. It's a pivotal part of my job.

Perhaps, Mr. Lammark, we should consider

whether your pursuit of new talent

is because you know your own is failing.

You've been a fine public servant,

and you've fought your illness with courage, but...

LAMMARK: Okay, okay, okay.

I know this man.

I know how to find him.

You can fire me.

You get your sacrifice.

You keep me, you will get your killer.

What do you want?

["Cry Me Another One" by Jeb Loy Nichols playing]

[Lammark clears throat]

♪ Black dogs and black crows... ♪

LAMMARK: It's everywhere.

What's it been, 45 minutes?

They had the press release ready.

"Lammarked man."

"Lammark could piss his own pants,

still not find out who did it."

-"Lammark..." - Listen, don't read that mess.

Assholes are attracted to comments like flies to shit.

[sighs]: Yeah.

[cell phone dings]

Who?

What?

Come on.

- It's Morales. - [Lammark sighs]

I'm to report at 7:00 a.m.,

and he's requesting your passwords.

Morales.

He's good.

We tried hard.

But we got nothing.

Sir, um...

Eleanor.

They used you as the rope.

- You're not the hangman. - [door opens]

[door closes]

All right.

Oh, shit.

- Time to go home. - [chuckling]

Oh. Good to see you taking it so well.

Come on. Not in front of the kids.

- LAMMARK: Yeah. - GAVIN: Hmm?

LAMMARK: I got to pay.

GAVIN: No, no, no. This is on them.

Thanks for the drinks, guys.

- You got it? - Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

30 years of service. Un-fucking-believable.

[quiet chatter]

♪ I watch her walk away from me ♪

- ♪ Through the fields - [sniffs]

♪ And the evening trees

♪ By the river that runs to the sea... ♪

[song fades]

♪

[lock clicking]

[cat meows]

[inhales deeply]

[exhales]

[screams]

♪

♪

[takes deep breath]

[gasps softly]

[gasps]

[doorbell ringing]

[dog barking]

[baby crying]

- I'm coming. - [crying continues]

What the fuck is...

ELEANOR: You know what I couldn't wrap my head around

is how you could be in two places at once.

And then it hit me.

You're outsourcing.

Give me that.

Hey, hey, be careful.

You painted the living room

with the guys from DeLuxe on March 12th.

And then, for the next two days,

you gave the keys to someone else to finish the bedrooms.

That's how you made time for the Ultraviolet job

on March 13th and March 14th.

So my question is:

Who the fuck did you give them to?

What am I, a suspect here?

'Cause I think I need to call my fucking lawyer right now.

No, you... -Just tell her the fucking truth!

[Desmond continues crying]

♪

ELEANOR: Sorry to wake you so early.

I just... I figured you'd want a head start.

I started monitoring his comms, and I made the connection.

Desmond, the baby,

was a distraction technique all along.

[breathing heavily]

Okay, I've been gaming the system.

Taking more jobs than I can handle. [clears throat]

Calling in other guys-- Armenians, Mexicans, Poles.

Very equal-opportunity of you.

Well, everybody got their fair cut.

And with these new regulations and shit,

even they got expensive.

Till I found this list.

Ex-cons, guys with a record

- nobody would hire. - [dog yapping]

Get the fuck out of here!

The dog! Come on!

Fucking dog.

These guys, they work for next to nothing,

as long as you don't ask 'em too many questions.

And believe me, you don't want to chat with these guys anyway.

I would always bring in lunch. All right, that way, they could

- work through the day. - LAMMARK: Mm-hmm.

And there's this one guy, real particular.

No meat, no dairy.

Like some kind of goddamn fucking monk.

So, one day, I ask him: "Why?"

He says he used to work in a slaughterhouse downstate.

After that, never could eat meat again.

I only knew him as Dean.

Tall guy, always wearing a cap.

It's him.

He stopped answering.

I stopped calling.

Phone's a burner. It's been dead for months.

There's only three slaughterhouses downstate.

Look, I was scared.

I didn't want to get arrested.

I was scared this guy would come after me.

I got a fucking family.

- [doorbell ringing] - [dog yapping]

He's out back.

♪

♪

♪

- [gate creaks shut] - [cattle mooing]

[machinery whirring]

Can I ask you guys some questions? -Okay.

Um, does this man look familiar to you?

♪

LAMMARK: Excuse me. Gentlemen.

I'd just like a moment of your time, please.

I'm with the FBI.

This guy is wanted in connection

with a multiple, multiple homicide.

I'm wondering if any of you guys

might have seen him before.

Take a look. He was here probably a decade ago or more.

Maybe? No?

Maybe works here still.

No.

But I didn't start here till 2014.

You guys need to talk to...

Hey, Ramona!

Ramona, come over here.

This guy look familiar?

Familiar? That's Dean fucking Possey.

Kept his head down. No trouble.

Didn't like to socialize.

But Alonso, the supervisor back then,

he was always teasing Dean.

Called him Quasimodo

'cause his head had a creepy shape.

Nasty, stupid shit.

And then one night, back around '98,

they share the last shift on the hamburger sector.

We get in the next morning, and Alonso's all ground up

at three eighths of an inch.

Dean said he trippedand fell in.

we all knew it was him.

He went to the can for it, actually,

but he was out after two years.

ELEANOR: The case was reopened in December '99.

He was paroled with support letters

from Colonel Leopold Stamper and General Benjamin Tusk.

Both men served with Possey's father,

Sergeant Arthur Jules Possey,

who was a shooting instructor for the 75th Rangers.

When he stepped down as instructor,

he remained the arsenal keeper until he passed away in 2003.

The prison psychiatrist wrote,

"Awkward young man, downcast gaze.

Childhood head trauma: gunshots."

Three months later,

"Extremely sensitive to sound and light.

"Unable to sleep.

"Prefers solitary confinement to general population.

Applies for permanent transfer. Denied."

No credit card, no home address,

no Social Security.

He's a ghost.

♪

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have reached your destination.

We have to call Mac.

Not yet.

Calling Mac is calling the Bureau.

They send tactical,

they blow whatever lead is waiting in there.

What if he's in there?

Then we're giving him an extra hour to escape.

He's a trained killer with a stockpile of weapons.

I am calling Mac right now.

And erase us both from the case?

Just when we've cracked it?

No, Eleanor. They put me down like a dog.

Now, I'm gonna carry that guy's head

right into the J. Edgar Hoover Building

and write a bestseller about it.

Guess who's the protagonist.

- [horn honks] - [gasps] Fuck!

No. Cool down.

Fuck.

Good evening, Mrs. Possey.

You know who I am?

I know what those plates mean.

I haven't seen him for a long time.

Sorry.

Arrest me or leave.

I'm not helping you kill my son.

LAMMARK: You can help us catch him alive.

That's no one else's priority.

MRS. POSSEY: Last time he stepped by was...

...during the virus.

Everybody locked in their houses.

Dean was roaming free.

A nomad king.

I haven't seen him so happy since he was a child.

LAMMARK: Is there anywhere else he could be hiding?

MRS. POSSEY: There's nowhere he couldn't.

He used to stay in camps, then parks.

Then he started sleeping in empty houses.

I always knew that, um...

he would eventually get into trouble, but...

I never expected anything like this.

Mrs. Possey, who shot him?

We did.

Dean was a great little kid.

He was funny and smart.

And always wanted to help, so Arthur would send him

out into the woods to collect the targets.

That day...

he didn't realize he was still out there.

Bang.

Two pellets got him in the head.

Six years old-- can you imagine?

He was laid up for almost a year.

Nearly died.

Now I wish he did.

We never forgave each other.

I blamed him for not checking.

He blamed me 'cause it was my watch.

We were both right.

[crying]: Dean was never the same after that.

Still smart, but he started hating school

and birthday parties, which he used to love.

Kids can be cruel, you know.

So your husband trained him to defend himself?

MRS. POSSEY: Not only.

He wanted to give him a future in the Army.

And, uh...

and Dean was talented.

He just wasn't violent.

Not back then.

He liked to look through the scope

at insects and birds.

He'd spend hours lying in the grass with his rifle

just looking at the moon.

Not surprisingly, they rejected him.

"Unfit for service."

That broke Arthur's heart.

[softly]: Sir...

- [Eleanor screams] - [Lammark grunts]

No, don't!

- He'll shoot you. Don't move. - [whimpering]

He'll kill you.

He will kill you.

[Eleanor whimpering, sobbing]

You said you could help.

How?

How?!

You said that you could keep him alive,

so what can you do?

[gasping breaths]

The horn was for him?

Yes.

- That means he trusts you. - Yes.

Here's what you're gonna do.

Come get my phone.

Get my gun.

Get his, too.

♪

Dean!

- She's here to help! - [deep, shuddering breaths]

She says she's off the case.

No one knows they're here.

I believe her, and I think that you should, too.

With your medical history, she can keep you out of jail.

You'd be going to Dalloway.

It's a facility in the woods.

I mean, Dean, come on.

It's got to stop.

Look what you've done.

You must surrender.

[sighs]

Son?

If you won't go with them...

...come with me.

[inhales sharply]

[shuddering breaths]

ELEANOR [voice trembling]: Oh, God. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

[trembling breaths continue]

[Eleanor taking deep, trembling breaths]

♪

♪

♪

[taking slow, deep breaths]

[Dean sighs]

I always thought I'd die before her.

L-Listen, Dean.

- My name is Eleanor. - Don't.

Don't do that. Don't use your bullshit

police academy tactics training on me.

I'm not that guy.

I'm not some drugged-out nutjob

you can stall by agreeing with me

and using my first name like we're neighbors.

You came here to kill me, not to borrow a cup of sugar.

So don't tell me you care for me,

'cause I can see that you don't.

Your one chance at a painless release

is not to lie like everybody else.

Well, you're wrong.

They brought me in because they thought I'd understand you.

- That I could empathize. - Finally.

I kill 200 people, then someone gives a shit.

You making any progress?

Well, I'm here.

And I'm not afraid of dying.

Sometimes I hate myself so much that I want to die.

And sometimes I think it'd be a lot easier

to love myself more

if everyone else was blown off the map.

But they won't be.

This doesn't hurt, Dean.

You are entertainment.

You're time on screen.

They measure you in clicks.

And they want more.

More action, more blood.

Change the narrative. Go to jail.

Just if you can explain to everyone

why it made sense to you

to grab a weapon and start shooting people...

What doesn't make sense about it?

People make so much noise.

Year after year, shouting at some stupid fireworks,

as if silence and darkness were enemies to defeat.

Go back to your fucking caves.

At night, there are so many lights on

you can't even see the stars.

I want time. I want space.

They want things.

Fuck them.

You've either got to be very stupid or very asleep

to find this game entertaining.

People scrubbing,

cleaning up other people's shit for 12 hours a day

for a handful of green paper?

Not me.

Not anymore.

Believe me, I, um... I know what you're talking about.

[sniffles]

I just wish we'd had this conversation

before you crossed the line.

[chimes tinkling quietly outside]

I went to the slaughterhouse today.

There was a woman, Ramona.

She seemed fond of you.

Yeah.

She wasn't bad.

That place, though... [sighs]

One morning, after an all-nighter,

I traced the cow's path backwards.

Started in the burger section, went through cutting,

saw the cows getting skinned and cut in two,

then the cows getting the bolt to the head.

Then I followed a truck back to the farm.

Jumped a fence,

walked around the lake, and there they were.

Magnificent.

They seemed grateful for their existence.

They didn't want to change.

Didn't want to evolve.

They just wanted to be there, breathing.

To live and die,

then dissipate back into the whole.

Isn't that what we all want?

Why don't you just go away?

I'm sure there's a place you can go live

like the cows out on the farm.

Nah.

Everywhere you go belongs to someone.

Everywhere you go, you got to have money.

They-they got to know who you are.

They... they're always checking up on you.

They're always asking.

They're always watching.

Now they got drones,

satellites spying from outer space.

This whole planet's a fucking prison.

Why do I have to play by your rules?

I don't know how to make money.

I don't know how to win votes.

But who has the real power?

Life and death from a thousand feet away.

I may not find peace, but I can deliver retribution.

Retribution is not what you need.

What, then?

Love?

Yes.

Some of us have been so mistreated

we don't even know whatit's lik.

They burned our bridges to pleasure.

But I think they can be rebuilt.

Nah.

Too late for me.

That train's gone.

I appreciate the effort, though.

Don't worry. There's no next.

You're still alive for a reason.

You said you wanted to help me, well, this is how.

I want to go over there.

I want to lay down next to her.

I want to hug her like when I was a kid.

And you're gonna wait till I fall asleep.

I'm real tired. It'll be quick.

Then you're gonna shoot me in the head.

I don't want my corpse all over the news.

So you take that can of gasoline,

you pour it over us and set us on fire.

When the barbecue's done,

you call your friends and you pick up your trophy.

That a deal?

Eleanor?

Yes, Dean.

I'd kindly and respectfully execute you.

[siren wailing in distance]

You think I'm stupid?

No. Dean.

[grunts]

- [chimes tinkling] - [siren wailing]

♪

[indistinct police radio chatter]

♪

[grunting]

[Eleanor groans]

Don't. Dean!

Stop!

[groans]

Help! Help!

Mrs. Possey, open the door.

ELEANOR: Dean!

Stop! Dean, I'm not wired.

Someone must have heard the shots.

I'm not wired!

Mrs. Possey, police.

ELEANOR: Dean, stop!

Listen to me!

[indistinct police radio chatter]

ELEANOR [muffled]: Dean!

[gunshot]

Fuck.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

Shots fired! Shots fired from the shed!

[gunshot]

ELEANOR: Dean!

Why?

Some kid just lost their father all 'cause you're conflicted?

Dean, you have to stop.

[sirens wailing]

[tires screeching]

These people have families.

You are giving them decades of suffering

while everything you hate stays the same.

[siren wailing]

[grunts]

Fuck!

[indistinct police radio chatter]

I know you're listening to me.

Kill me if you're not.

You're the one who wants to stop.

Five minutes ago, you asked me

to shoot you in the head and burn your body.

That proves how tired you are

and how unnecessary all of this is.

Look at me!

Mr. Possey, you're surrounded!

Get out of the shed right now with your arms raised!

You said it was over.

Untie me, and let me handle them.

You know I'll do what's best for you.

Mr. Possey,

I want you to walk out of there right now,

and I want you to do it slowly, okay?

Come the fuck out, asshole!

[inhales deeply]

ELEANOR: Dean.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

My boss's car.

By now, they know I'm here.

If they know I'm alive, then they won't fire.

OFFICER: Come out, motherfucker!

Dean. Dean.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

The minute that you get booked,

I will make sure that you get the help you need.

Medication.

That shit works.

You'll sleep like a baby.

And when you open your eyes again, I will be

right there to help you get through this.

I'm gonna give you to the count of five.

Dean, Dean, you don't have to untie me,

but just stay like this. Stay with me. Stay with me.

Four!

Put that down, please.

Three!

- Get out! - Two!

Dean, put that down, or you have to kill yourself.

One!

I'm sorry, but you have to. Do it!

Time's up, asshole!

- [device beeps] - [groans]

[groaning]

[gurgling, grunting]

[Eleanor gasping]

♪

[panting]

♪

[door bangs open]

[screams]

[indistinct chatter]

[siren wailing]

- Stay right where you are! - [guns cocking]

- Show me your hands! - Don't fucking move!

McKENZIE: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hold! Hold!

- ELEANOR: He's alive. - McKENZIE: Eleanor?

ELEANOR: He's wounded, but he's alive.

[both panting]

What the hell happened?

- Why didn't you call me? - I tried. I really tried.

- What? - Lammark wouldn't let me.

♪

[dogs barking]

- OFFICER [over radio]: - All units,.

We need more men on the ground.

[indistinct chatter]

OFFICER [over radio]: They traversed out to the river.

- Distribute weapons and vests. - OFFICER 2: Copy that.

[indistinct shouting]

OFFICER [over radio]: Chopper unit, stand by.

♪

[sirens blaring]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[dogs barking]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

OFFICER: Canine team, looks like we picked up a scent.

DISPATCHER: Copy that. What's your location?

OFFICER: We're in sector nine, heading south.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

OFFICER 2: We have footprints.

[radio chatter continues indistinctly]

DISPATCHER: Copy that. Rerouting all mobile units.

Sector nine, factory site.

[radio chatter continues indistinctly]

[sirens approaching]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

♪

[takes deep breath]

[gunfire stops]

[bird calling]

[wind whistling]

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[horns honking]

Eleanor, we went through your debriefing,

and we came up with this strategy.

Collectively.

We hope you'll be happy to sign.

The entire operation will remain classified.

As far as the record's concerned,

this was an authorized plan.

BPD and the Bureau cracked the case, got our killer,

with the state government's full support.

Period.

Not a word about what happened in that house,

not a word of your history with drugs.

However, despite your previous record,

we all agreed that you've more than proved yourself,

so the Bureau would like to offer you a permanent post

as intelligence analyst.

Is this your way of buying my silence?

You really expect me to help cover up

your incompetence, your lack of judgment,

your willingness to put lives at risk?

CAPLETON: He's trying to help you, Eleanor.

You were suspended.

Lammark had been fired.

But still, you illegally contacted Lang,

interrogated him without a lawyer

and set off without authorization,

leading directly to 17 extra fatalities.

So, instead of letting the press make you a hero

for 15 minutes, then destroying your life,

we're offering you a way forward.

I want you to honor Lammark

with a posthumous Medal of Valor.

And I want you to transfer his full pension to his husband.

We can do that.

I don't want to be an analyst.

Make me special agent. You know I deserve it.

Done.

Any tricks, now or later, and I will let everyone know

that you have blood on your hands.

[paper rustling]

Thanks, Eleanor.

I'm glad we understand each other.

We don't.

♪

- [reporters clamoring] - [cameras clicking]

Good work, Falco.

Thank you, sir.

[deep, shuddering breaths]

♪

LAMMARK [voice-over]: We get this guy,

this all goes away,

and we can both do the job we were meant to.

[distant siren wailing]

♪

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[music fades]