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Parker, hands off. I was just looking
Sunday.

Oh, yeah? Mm -hmm.

Beauty mark.

I'll take that.

There's our surprise guest now.

Oh, they're the owners.

What?

Oh.

I'm glad you're here.

Hold your horses.

Yee -haw, Henry.

Giddy -up.

You're not helping, Mother.

Can I help?

No, I've got this.

I guess it's true what they say about
boys marrying their mother, Miriam.

You and Sunday, the way you bust his
chops is a thing of beauty.

I'm sure if you ask Parker Pops, he'd
say I married my dad.

She gets you there, Danny boy.

Which is why I love my daughter -in
-law.

Is that what I think it is? I warned you
to save room.

Oh, my... Annie, what's going on?

Beats me, sis.

An hour ago, I was reading in my cell.

Please, make yourself at home.

This way.

Thanks for this and for trusting me.

Let's just chalk up this little field
trip as an exercise in prosecutorial

discretion for my closest friend. And
for Henry's sake, counselor, I really

you know what you're getting yourself
into.

Just serving up just desserts, Nate.

Please, take my seat. Thank you.

So, I'm sure you're all dying of
curiosity to know what's going on here.

But Parker and I couldn't think of a
better way to cap off our first

anniversary. Best year of my life.

Thanks to my beautiful wife's father who
was crazy enough to introduce us and my

mom for the faith that she had that I
would finally get it right. Anyway,

Parker. Anyway, having you all here in
our home like this seemed the perfect

opportunity to clear up this pesky
murder charge. That's currently hanging

my client Annie's head. You see, and
this is... Parker's favorite part.

Guilty as charged.

The real murderer is actually sitting at
this very table right now, about to

enjoy my signature souffle.

Which is getting cold, which is a crime
in itself.

Of course, you're all wondering who
might the real murderer be. Certainly

legal eagle secretary, Miss Quinn.

Coming from the legal hawk, that's quite
a compliment.

And of course, it couldn't be my father,
because for one thing, the Secret

Service frowns upon putting murderers in
charge of the agency responsible for

protecting the president. And two... I
think one...

Pretty much did it.

It must be Miriam, my mother -in -law,
driven to a life of crime after years of

wrangling livestock.

Or was it Wrangling Parker?

No, it can't be her, because whoever
murdered Annie's fiancé, Toby, must have

least known the guy.

Uh -huh.

Ted, the brother -in -law.

Now, there's a likely suspect.

Pops, you're a good judge of character.

How do you size up this guy?

Ted?

I'd say Ted is a...

Small -time political hack.

I resent that. I think that's the point.
Now, shh. Don't spoil the show.

What do you think, Kimmy?

If your husband is a hacker, more of an
up -and -comer.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You never did like being called Kimmy,
did you, Kim?

Just like you didn't really like me very
much back when we were sorority

sisters, either. Which is why I started
wondering, of all the lawyers that you

could have hired to defend your
sister... I went to your wife because I

Annie was innocent.

Because you... Please don't say that.
But you are, Sunday.

Parker, you are biased.

Yes, I am. I knew from the start that
Annie was no killer.

Which, of course, made us wonder, Kim,
who else had a motive.

Who else wanted to see Annie's fiancé
dead? And then Sunday remembered that

always wanted what wasn't yours, Kim.
Even another gal's boyfriend.

Especially the handsome ones.

And Toby was handsome, wasn't he, Annie?
This can't be true. I don't have to sit

here. Sure you do.

Sit down.

But sneaking around with Annie's fiancé
while repugnant, Kim, doesn't explain

why you'd actually kill him. You're out
of your mind.

Annie, Toby felt really guilty about
betraying you, and I have a witness who

willing to testify that he heard Toby
begging Kim to come with him to you and

confess their affair.

Kim, swear to me this didn't happen.

Toby was determined to make amends.

That would have messed up all the plans
you had for you and your little hubby,

wouldn't it, Kim?

You just never imagined that Annie here
would be charged with murder. So, you

called me.

And it may have worked out perfectly if
it weren't for the concierge at the

Savoy. You met him there?

Where we were going to get married? Oh,
yes. We met at the Savoy, Annie.

You didn't actually think I would offer
to be your wedding planner out of the

goodness of my heart, did you?

Annie. Hey, hey, Annie.

Take it easy. Take it easy. It's okay.

It's going to be all right.

Just... Take it easy, okay?

You think you're so smart.

Put the gun down. Everyone stay calm.
Shut up.

Shut up.

Everybody, shut up.

Nobody needs to get hurt.

We just want to help Annie.

Annie.

I should have let her hang.

I had to bring you in, O 'Brien.

You know what's really repugnant?

Watching you enjoy the good life that I
was born to live.

So sorry to hear all that.

Parker, no!

It was a great party. We should do this
every anniversary. This crime busting

thing is a blast.

Yeah.

Whipped cream?

Always.

Morning. Morning.

Huh. So this is what we're going to see
today.

The E .W.

Railroad State Museum.

Yep. E's for my granddad and my great
-granddad Earl.

Junior and senior and the W's for my dad
Wyatt.

Back when we relied on telegraphs to
communicate, it made a lot of sense to

initials on trains. So calling it the E
and W just kind of seemed right.

Don't tell me you've already been out
running.

6 a .m. every day.

You know life in D .C., go and go
harder.

Schedule, I'm sure you don't miss one
bit.

Waking up in Tokyo and going to sleep in
Dubai?

No thanks.

Don't get me wrong, it was an honor to
serve as Secretary of State.

But four years and a million miles
later, I am right where I want to be.

How's the arm?

It's good.

Turns out getting shot is a lot like
being thrown off a bull.

Both hurt like the dickens, but only one
of them comes with a big silver buckle.

And Sunday?

Well, she barely said two words to me
all the way home.

Let me guess.

Parker and... No.

Hey, she gave you her look.

Should have paid attention to it. So
that's where she learned it.

Well, imagine being a single father
dealing with the threats I face as a

Service agent. That look helped keep her
safe growing up.

Actually, sometimes allowed me to sleep
at night.

So this park...

The trains, the land, museums.

You donated it all, the whole shebang.

Yeah, it was my dad's passion, saving
old trains.

Keeping them from turning into scrap. It
was his way of keeping them alive.

Railroads have been part of the Parker
family history since we first settled

west. Railroads that we helped build to
link this nation together.

That's a beautiful story, darling.

One that I'm sure my father could have
waited to hear until your speech at the

opening ceremony, seen as you have just
been shot.

And if you had any sense at all, we'll
be in bed at this hour.

I just want to get some sleep.

It'll be a breakfast pop.

Make sure you take all number nine up
the Mendocino coast. It's a doozy.

But honey, don't bet honey me.

It's in every paper. The story was bound
to get out. I was just trying to get

ahead of it. Look, they even quoted me
right.

There isn't a crook alive who stands a
chance against my gal Sunday.

Yeah, you don't get moving and you won't
stand a chance against your gal Sunday

either.

I thought you'd be happy that it's great
publicity.

Great publicity is showing up to your
own event on time. We'll be on time. And

best of all, now that you cleared your
client.

I can steal you away for a weekend in
San Francisco.

Yeah, if we ever get there.

Parker, you're going to use being hurt
as an excuse not to take me dancing,

aren't you? No dancing. I hadn't thought
of that. But I don't see the downside.

You want to see the downside, Parker?

Keep dawdling, and this stays packed.

Ooh.

Get up! Come on, you're filling your
pajamas!

I like my little horses and cowboys.

Sorry, I can't do that.

Parker!

Now, what do you got there, huh? More
rubber bands?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't make me come down there.

Fine, I'll come up there.

Coming up.

Come here.

What, Parker?

Close your eyes.

Happy anniversary.

You're such a romantic.

In here, I thought you totally lost it.

How would you get me?

Henry's letting Danny do what? Pick out
any car he wants.

We're heading to San Francisco after
this ceremony and Pops is driving you,

it makes sense.

It'll be fine so long as he doesn't pick
out Parker's new toy.

Uh -oh.

Parker's new toy.

You should have heard your mom bragging
to my dad about all the work you put

into the opening ceremony.

How much all this would mean to your
father if you were here to celebrate

us.

I'm so proud of you.

She really said that? Yeah.

And it was nice of you to insist my dad
take this about when he asked.

You've got excellent taste.

You're speeding.

I'm just trying to blow out the
carburetor. I want to see what she's got

I restore this old gal.

Well, if you don't slow down, we're
going to lose them. We're not going to

them. My mother knows exactly where
she's going.

Just trying to make up some time, make
sure we're not late.

Is Henry trying to lose us?

Look that way.

You know where we're going, right?

Better. I know Henry's favorite
shortcut.

You're going to get a ticket.

Stop worrying.

Someday the road's wide open. Relax.

I'm not going to get a ticket.

I warned you to slow down.

Heck of a place to break down.

Just because

I'm

wounded does not make me too impaired to
drive. Oh, please. Those cops were

right. You need two hands on the wheel.

They couldn't have been happier to get
your autograph, though.

Still, it gave me a ticket.

Oh, well.

Parker?

I know.

Sunday.

Are you finding any prints?

Nothing. Like the Carson White's clean.

Anyway, like I was saying, Nate, I
really appreciate your help.

Oh, of course, Henry. Don't give it a
second thought.

Absolutely. After you got shot, everyone
understood.

Besides, I think being your stand -in at
the opening of the E &W Park will be

worth at least 200 votes come the next
election.

Just don't go telling Sunday I said
that, or she will have you sleeping on

couch, given how little she thinks of me
being opposing counsel.

Don't worry, I won't. And Nate, thank
you. I'll talk to you soon. Molly, we

to get a casting of the Chevelle tires
for comparison to the van.

I'm on it.

Parker, you're going to reopen your
wound.

Stop worrying. I'm being careful.

He is so stubborn.

I heard that.

Did you get a chance to examine the
photo of Danny and Miriam that I sent

think I saw something reflected in the
Miriam's glasses. I noticed that, too. I

thought I'd start by running a
photogrammetry program. Good.

Good.

That's good.

We've helped clients with problems like
this before.

We'll find them.

Well,

what do you know?

He really is a working rancher.

He said if I was ever in the
neighborhood, just stop by.

Danny!

What a wonderful surprise.

What in the world finally brought you
all the way out to Waiwari Ranch?

That would be me.

Well, Dad's always going on about what
good friends you two are, so... Uh,

Sandra O 'Brien.

It's an honor to meet you, Secretary
Parker.

Henry, please, you know, are you kidding
me? The honor is all mine. First in

your class in Georgetown, Stanford Law,
big attorney in Los Angeles, now San

Francisco. It's nice to see that
somebody with these accomplishments

exists. Uh, Pop?

I'm proud.

So, tell me, the White House forced you
to take that vacation you're always

putting off?

President Thompson has a fundraiser here
next month, so... Don't tell me that

this is an advanced trip. Oh, not for
the next seven days, it's not. This

he's all mine.

Wine tour, Napa Valley.

Sounds lovely. Yeah.

Well, don't just stand there jawing.

Come on, I've already fed two extra
places for lunch.

I can't even get this to budge.

finding is nothing and more nothing.

Seems I'll need a professional pickset
to have a chance of getting out of this.

It's locked.

Help! Somebody help us!

Whoever he is, he spent a lot of time
prepping this room to hold your son

hostage. What?

Think about it. Everyone knew where
you'd be this morning. Our folks were

in the wrong car in a time and place
that meant for you.

Exactly, which could only mean that he
grabbed them in the moment because it's

the only play, hoping to find a way to
use them to get what he wanted all

Miriam, like it or not, believe me, she
didn't always like it.

I taught my daughter how to think and
act like a Secret Service agent.

So, if anyone can figure this out, it's
my daughter.

The hardest part of this is to stay
focused, Parker.

To keep our heads in the game. Exactly.

The best weapon we have is our ability
to reason. We have to analyze every

no matter how small.

But what if... We can't even go there.

We have to be steadfast.

To believe that as long as we keep
everything we do a secret, as long as we

pretend to play ball, we can keep our
parents alive long enough to bring them

home.

You have till 10 tomorrow morning to
release Claudus Jovenet and to provide

with a plane so he can fly himself
wherever he wants or your parents die.

Signed, Chairman, the Claudus Jovenet
Appreciation.

Good evening, Richard.

Henry, well, isn't this a nice surprise?

How'd you like that get well balloon I
sent you after your little mishap?

I know I'm asking a lot. You're asking
me to ignore protocol.

Richard, if this was your family and you
came to me for help.

So unless Jovenet is released in the
next 19 hours.

I firmly believe that Danny O 'Brien and
my mom will be killed.

Henry, but to go this alone.

I won't be alone.

And Sunday's sure that the only way to
proceed is to start with what we have,

which is Joe Bonet, and that her father
would agree.

All right, I'll get you your clearance.

But keep this between us for now.

And I want updates.

I also reserve the right to send in help
the moment I think the situation

deserves it.

Agreed?

Thank you, Richard.

You have to say it, Henry.

Yes, Mr. President, agreed.

Results show the samples were exposed to
an opioid aerosol dilated to an exact

consistency. So the gas sprayed into the
car would incapacitate, but thankfully

not kill its intended target. Which
would fit having a military or law

enforcement background, or both.

Or simply passing high school chemistry
and setting the anarchist cookbook

online. Which brings me back to my
argument that no matter what his

he's got all the makings of being anti
-government, which says he's after me.

Really, Parker?

I'm fine.

Even if you're right, how does the
kidnapper having a grudge against you

his ransom demand for the release of a
notorious hitman? I can't think of

anything that ties you to Claudius
Jovenet. Well, then, as soon as we get

time with him, as soon as we find out.

Go through all my old cases. Look for
anything, no matter how small. Start

newest to oldest. It points to Jovenet.
Yeah. Consider it done.

What's that?

You can't hear us? You want us to speak
louder?

So that's how you want it.

I'll be right in to shoot someone.

You'd rather I didn't?

Then we understand one another.

My rules, your lives.

Are you always this unpleasant?

Frankly, no.

But when taking hostages, one should
embrace the part.

Everyone. has their price.

My family is very wealthy.

Now what do I need to pay you for our
lives?

Well, the Environmental Protection
Agency has put the value of a human life

$9 .1 million, the FDA at $7 .6 million,
and the Department of Transportation at

a low of $6 million.

But if the government can't agree on a
number, then how do you expect me to

extemporaneously assign a value?

This is funny to you.

It's not unfunny. I see the irony.

You really are a bully and a coward.

Then you best mind your P's and Q's
because bullies and cowards can be so

vindictive.

Well, Miriam, it appears our kidnapper
is a bit self -bombed.

Not every day we have such distinguished
visitors dropping in to see our most

popular serial killer.

Oh, that is great.

Any idea how much longer the credentials
might take?

Shouldn't be more than a couple of
minutes. I don't have to tell you what a

hassle it is to wade through all this
federal red tape and rigamarole.

I mean, like, anyone would need a
security badge to know who you are.

No, no, it's 2225, not 2552.

Here, just, um, use my card.

Tell a joke a day, wear red every
Wednesday, love completely.

This is so cool. And your mom really
gave these out. To pretty much everyone

meets.

Marry him and me.

Who's the me?

My dad, actually. He had the maid before
he passed.

He was ill for some time, so it wasn't a
surprise, and he wanted everyone to

know how special she was to him.

Now she honors him with her cards.

Well, I am delighted to be a me.

Sorry.

How long has your dad been gone?

Almost ten years.

But I hear him in my head just about
every day.

Yeah, how's that?

Well, my dad lived by what he called
cowboy wisdom. Treat folks the way you

to be treated and you can't go wrong.

I like to think that, uh, I like him in
that way.

My dad's big on homespun homilies, too.

Only he calls them the O 'Brien rules of
order.

Which, and don't tell him I ever said
this, but, you know, I think they were

pretty good for me.

But you didn't want to be the first boy
to ask me to prom.

Those look delicious.

Mm.

Mm.

They are so fresh, they're out of this
world.

Well, all the credit goes to my mom.
She's the one who works the greenhouses

around here. Has the, uh, the blue
thumb.

Sandra.

Or should I call you Sandy? Mm.

Kind of hate that name.

My friends call me O 'Brien.

Well, your father's O 'Brien, and you
are astonishing.

And so full of grace.

Like today.

Sunday.

Which fits you so well that the only
name that comes to mind is simply...

Beautifully.

Sunday.

Busy as I am, Mr. and Mrs. Parker.

Or do you prefer Governor and Lady
Parker? Or perhaps Secretary Parker?

answer the question, Giovinet.

Am I familiar with the Claudia Giovinet
Appreciation Society?

I feel I should say yes to having an
intimate knowledge of a group that is

all dedicated to me. So you do know
about them?

Good.

But in second thought, no.

Never heard any more of their chairman.

There's some kind of game to you.

Lives.

Innocent lives.

Hitman.

The most hits.

Killer with the killer smile.

Don't let him get to you like that. He's
smart and slippery as all ghetto.

There's just nothing with you for the
amusement and we get nothing.

Smart and slippery.

Perfect.

Of course, he's just like... Every other
grifter I've dealt with from Shanghai

to Sacramento.

Can you believe the nerve of these
people?

We need to bar your office so we can
make a call to the president?

My aunt Fanny. The clock is ticking,
Richard. We don't have time to suss out

whether Jovenet is or isn't working with
this phantom chairman, or if Jovenet is

the one who ordered the kidnapping.

This is risky business, your proposal.

We've weighed the risks, and since we're
only pretending to allow Jovenet to

escape, we're confident the upside
trumps the down. It's a stall tactic,

Richard. We're stalling. We really need
this time to discover where Miriam and

Danny are being held.

Exactly how would this work?

We use Parker's profile page and alert
them that arrangements have been made to

transfer Jovenet to an airfield and get
him on a plane. Which should convince

whoever is behind this kidnapping that
Jovenet is free to fly to wherever he

wants to in the world, anywhere we don't
have an extradition treaty.

And once Jovenet safely landed, we
demand the return of my dad and Mariam.

exactly what do you need from me?

To sign off on his release.

Under the mandate that we're operating
on behalf of Homeland Security.

Agreed. With one caveat.

If you think even for a moment that
Jovenet might possibly... Richard, don't

worry. Jovenet will not escape.

You have our word.

All right.

Then you have my blessing.

So I'm supposed to believe that I can
just pick out my favorite plane and fly

away?

That the president is allowing you to
cut a deal with the kidnappers that sets

me free?

That's a fib.

It meant for a fool.

You've come into my house hoping to buy
time to save your precious parents.

This does benefit you.

For your cooperation, you'll swap
Supermax for maximum security.

No more 24 -7 lifelong isolation.

Say yes, and you'll see a blade of grass
before you're under one.

You decide.

More of the same, but different.

No, not what I had in mind.

Whether anything happens to our parents,
whether you had anything to do with

this, if you don't, help us. I will see
to it that you are transferred to one of

the less accommodating countries where
you've also committed your crimes.

Places where they're very proud to show
off their rehabilitation incentives

offered in their incarceration
facilities.

So, what's it going to be?

Well played for the win.

We should go.

You'll be in touch then?

I'll be standing by.

But I do have a few accoutrements I'll
need to truly saw my prison break out.

And as I'm a tad persnickety and you
seem preoccupied, I'll put together a

of things I'll need for my travels.

What's up?

Your secretary couldn't reach you. She
called my office, says she's got

something that can't wait.

Wallace Clinch. Does that ring any
bells?

Sure. He was the sweet young ICU nurse
that the jury convicted based purely

on... Circumstantial evidence. Exactly.

Look at the note you scribbled to
yourself in the transcript's margin.

Brother blamed me, vowed to find and
punish killer to get justice. What

to Wallace Clinch? He got life in
prison.

Is it okay if I call you Wallace?

Yeah. I was named after my dad.

That's it.

His watch. That's it.

What is it?

There. In Miriam's glasses. That's the
reflection.

His wallet and watch.

I know who has our parents.

It's what's our cleanse.

It was my first capital crime case.

From the moment I met Wallace Clint, I
had a feeling he was innocent.

He was charged with murdering a
protected witness who was hospitalized

sudden heart attack.

The security badge was the evidence that
tied him to the sleeper hot shot that

killed the patient.

I hereby sentence you, Wallace Clint, to
spend the rest of your life without the

possibility of parole, incarcerated in
the California state prison system.

When Wallace was convicted, it tore his
family apart, especially his big

brother, Wexler Clint.

Can you please see that Wexler has this?

But when I offered him that very

wristwatch, that's when he leaned in
close and said that.

You will pay for your abject failure to
save my brother and clear our family

name. Which can only mean you were never
the target, Parker.

When Wexler Clint grabbed our parents,
he was gunning for me.

Are you sure this is the place?

According to Molly, this is Wexler's
locker on a drive.

Number three, upstairs on the right.

The second floor, great.

The dark one.

That's why I brought a flashlight.

Let's go catch a rat.

What if this is a trap? What if he's
waiting inside for us?

That's why I brought my gun.

Okay, well, there it is, number three.
Can you break in?

We're not getting through this deadbolt.

Not without making a racket.

Why don't I... I'll go out back.

It's a dead end.

Ehrlich Mantis.

Ehrlich Mantis?

All of this junk mail is made out to
some Ehrlich Mantis.

Maybe it's an alias.

I'm the guy who moved in here after
Western bugged out.

We have 12 and a half hours left.

We gotta go.

Where to?

Back to the start and hope for the best.

I need you to run a name for us. Ehrlich
Mantis. Mantis, like brain? Yes, like

in brain.

And we need clearance to get into Grey
Pine. Safe penitentiary. Lord, all the

stops. Use Governor Pucker's name. All
the stops. It is critical we meet with

Wallace Clint tonight. Wallace Clint
tonight. Got it.

How did I ever get so lucky to have two
such amazing men in my life?

But you might help me with this.

I thought I was supposed to be the one
who's nervous on my wedding day. Just

it, please.

Now you're ready.

How did you know?

You're not an expert at talking about
your feelings, Pop.

I talk.

Small arms, explosives, incendiary
devices.

Every year when we go to Mom's grave,
you bring roses.

She would have approved.

Louis Parker looks into your eyes.

You're wearing Miriam's own wedding
gown.

She would have loved that, too.

Stop it. You're going to make me cry.

Aren't all brides supposed to cry on
their wedding day?

During the ceremony.

Yeah, you can, too.

Let's go give me away before he changes
his mind.

Wallace, thank you for meeting with us.
Oh, thank you.

I can't believe you're here. I mean,
it's so cool you're dropping by like

Way after visiting hours.

Of course, not everyone's married to the
governor.

Former governor.

Not in my world.

You were the first guy I ever voted for.

The thing is, I'm here for, like, the
rest of my life, the last.

So?

Tell me.

I mean, you must have some awesome news
coming all this way.

We don't really have anything concrete
to share.

But... But we are hopeful.

It's just... Your case has gone cold.

Which is why we're here to ask if you've
had any new insights into what happened

that night.

I keep hoping I will.

I'll remember something I missed that...

Explain things, but I never do.

I mean, how do you prove you never
killed a protected witness?

A guy who wasn't even in your care when
all the evidence you did.

I never doubted your innocence.

Other than my family, no one's ever
believed in me like you.

How is your family?

My mom passed away a few years ago.

Me being in here kind of took the life
out of her, you know?

But she would have gotten a huge kick
out of me meeting Hugh, Governor Parker.

She was crazy about you.

And, um, your brother... Wexler.

Wexler, right.

Yeah, he was a medical researcher.

And you two worked in the same hospital.

He ran the department.

We used to go for lunch together almost
every day.

But he's not doing that anymore?

No.

Wexler kind of had a nervous breakdown.

What happened?

I'm not sure.

I know he got fired, but he never really
wanted to talk about it.

It's like every time he came to visit,
he got harder to be around.

It's like he was the one to in time.

After Mom died, he just disappeared.

You must really miss him.

I do.

He was always there for my mom and me.

And to become the man of the house.

I worry about him so much.

That was... Gut -wrenching. I was
leaning towards uncomfortable.

But enlightening.

Enlightening? How? Because now I know
who the real killer is and who Wallace

doing life in prison for.

It was 2 a .m. when Wallace completed
his 16 -hour shift.

A gentleman who loved his job, his
patients.

A man without a mean bone in his body.

Never imagining that leaving his clothes
and badge like he had so many times

before, simple tools of his trade,
suddenly a weapon, could change and

change everything in the hands of a cold
professional hitman.

Only he didn't know it was another
perfect hit executed by a serial hitman

would leave an innocent man behind to
take the wrath.

A dark truth that went uncovered.

But it was too late to matter.

And poor Wallace, who could never have
done the crime, ended up doing the time.

And the true villain had escaped.

leaving his future murdered by the
killer, Claudius Jovenet.

Wexler used Jovenet's release as his
ransom demand because it's the only way

getting access to him.

Jovenet's virtually untouchable in
Supermax. And, since I failed to get

off his trial, using me as a pawn is
fair game. But why would he even think

you could secure Jovenet's release?
Because you're my wife, and if anyone

pull those strings... You could.

Wexler improvised when he took our
parents.

He was counting on you doing for their
safe return what you would for mine.

And once Jovenet's been transferred to
the airport... Wexler believes that they

can either capture Jovenet and force him
to confess for a crime his brother is

in prison for... Or exact vigilante
justice.

So what's our plan? Same plan as always.
We put every safeguard in place and use

Jovenet as the bait.

Wexler makes his move, which we expect
him to do during transfer. We take him

down alive.

A plan, as you can see, the White House
signed off on moments ago.

My people are supposed to escort Jovenet
to the Alpine Meadows Airpark?

Yes, under our strict oversight.

We have to be sure that if anyone is
monitoring this transfer... Surely you

can't be concerned that we... We are
concerned.

About everything.

The moment that Jovenet is put on this
prison bus, all security measures have

be absolutely rock solid.

State, federal, air and ground
surveillance will be tracking him the

leaves the facility.

The strike team's in place to take
Wexler down when he reveals himself.

If Jovenet actually makes it to the
airport, which to our advantage is only

few miles away, he will be allowed to
board his plane, which has been held in

evidence since his arrest, and was key
in securing his full cooperation.

But what if there's this Jovenet society
out there that set up Wexler as the

straw man to misdirect, facilitate his
escape? It's very possible. That's why

have to be two steps ahead of him.

We can't be in two places at once today.
One of us needs to coordinate the joint

task force while the other monitors
Jovenet. I don't like it.

Well, you clearly have his number.

You best stay here. I'll take care of
it. Then what? What happens after we

Jovenet? The warden has a car standing
by. Worst case scenario, we meet at the

airfield. Parker, do you remember saying
crime busting's a blast?

Yeah, but that was under medication.

I know.

You're right.

And Molly?

Reports us every step of the way. Well,
make sure she updates me about this

Errol of Mantis guy. Yes, she knows what
to do.

And I am going to swing by the hospital,
see where Wallace and Wexler worked.

See if anyone remembers seeing Wexler
more recently. It would be very helpful

have an updated description to use for
any surveillance.

We're good then?

You know, there really is no substitute
to a genuine calfskin flight jacket.

Of course, having the proper build makes
all the difference.

Huh?

Such a lot, don't you think?

Gentlemen, abandoning the hat.

The right shop bull cocked his soul.

No? More of a Stetson man?

What would that cowboy act you peddled
to start your career, huh?

Zoom in on those glasses. Can you do
that?

Right there.

The temple.

They're missing.

You see that? Whoa.

Open him up. Now, there he is. New
Year's superstitious type.

Pat in the bed, bad luck and all.

Bad luck has got nothing to do with bed
luck.

Hey, an old working rancher would treat
his hat with such disrespect.

Something I learned as a kid, something
you might want to think about for our

final few hours together.

Excuse me. I'm looking for ICU, Unit 4.
There are no ICU rooms with numbers.

Only letters.

Excuse me, but does this hospital have
another intensive care unit?

Best hope still, Counselor.

You wouldn't want to spoil our reunion.

Now let's go.

So this is where it all started.

I could think of no more fitting place.

To fulfill some twisted part of your
obsessive narrative, it's really quite

cliche. Finding your limited clues shows
a marked improvement in your

investigative skills, Counselor.

And I've gone out of my way to make sure
your father and Mrs. Parker are well

taken care of. All that will change if
you make any trouble. In here.

But don't hold your breath. We don't
want this to be too snug.

Wexler, please. This isn't who you are.

What happened to the devoted son and
brother, the brilliant scientist

his life to helping others?

Wexler, Clint doesn't exist anymore.

You saw to that.

You're just doing what you need to do to
free Wallace.

I understand.

Are you done yet? Because I know where
this is going.

You always thought my brother was
innocent, and if I let you go, you will

tirelessly to reverse his murder
conviction. How does that sound?

So the prison guard uniform, planning on
breaking Wallace out, somehow traded me

for him.

Not a bad guess.

Wrong.

But not bad.

So this is about Jovenet.

Well, you didn't think I went to the
trouble of getting a job in the federal

prison system for nothing, did you? Even
you have to be impressed that I am the

trusted guard assigned...

To drive Jovenet this morning.

Will you no doubt plan on blowing up
along with me?

Some perverted sense of justice?

There's nothing perverted about it.

You'll never get away with it.

I already have.

And by the time your loved ones have
begun mourning your untimely demise on

shows throughout the land, I will be
gone, gone, gone. And you and Jovenet

will be here, there.

From nowhere.

Sandra! It's okay, Pop.

There's no need to panic.

We have a deal.

I make nice with him, he makes sure
someone sets you free.

Tell him.

Isn't that right, Wexler?

Oh, how clever of you to tell them my
name.

Make sure the press spells it correctly.

K -L -I -N -T.

Wexler, Clint.

Trust me.

It's okay, Pop.

It's all gonna be okay.

Touching reunion over.

Danny, he's going to kill her.

No, he won't hurt her.

I put a lot of effort into this
excursion, so in case you get a this is

than me personal sacrifice motion,
remember this, that one push of this

And everything and everyone around us
goes boom.

Here we go. There's no chance you're
going to win this. I thought you'd lose.

live you lose. The only chance you have
to save yourself is to set me free and

let me help you.

Well, that was a lovely speech.

Any other pearls of wisdom you wish to
share?

Please leave your who, what, where,
when, and why. Bye.

Remember,

any sudden annoyances and innocent
people die.

What about Wallace?

How are you going to explain to him what
you've done?

Wallace understands.

He'd do the same thing for me. Wallace
would never hurt anyone.

What you gonna think of what you've
become?

I'm his agent for justice.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Warden Deversley.

No, I can't hold.

These shackles are hardly in the spirit
of our understanding.

They work for me.

Yes, well, what would you say if I
refused to take one step further? Or

forgotten your need for my active
participation?

Oh, I haven't forgotten anything. And I
would say enjoy your last few minutes

spending time in a prison in the USA.

And you really don't want to be here
playing that card when Sunday shows up

finds out that you backed out on our
deal.

When you put it that way, what's not to
love?

Like a bad penny.

Something tells me this guy is going to
be my problem again.

Hello, you've reached the voicemail for
Henry Parker. I'm not available at the

present time, but if you leave your
name, number, and a short message, I'll

back to you as soon as possible.

Where are you two?

Maddening, isn't it?

You try and try, but you just can't get
a signal.

You wouldn't believe the number of hours
I wasted struggling to get a simple

cell phone call out through these thick
prison walls.

It's almost as if they didn't want us to
reach the outside world.

I was hoping for a town car.

Let me guess, it was in the shop.

Well?

Just get him up there.

Secure the prisoner for transport.

Hey, buddy.

Look, we can't wait around any longer
and still have any possibilities.

And nobody in your office has heard from
Sunday.

And the escort's ready to roll.

So what's it going to be?

Go? No go?

All right, gentlemen.

Sunday said that you'd have a car for
me. Oh, yeah.

Blue Crown Vic.

Visitor's parking lot right in front.

Visitor's parking lot. All right, let's
move them out. Come on.

What's your name, bad boy?

All right. Keep your eyes open, your
heads up.

Suspect Wexler -Clint can make his move
on prisoner Jovenet at any moment.

Yeah.

Sunday, thank God.

Parker.

Molly. Is Sunday with you? I can't find
her. What do you mean you can't find

her? Wexler is working at the prison.

He's using Helios.

Wexler's working where?

He's Ehrlich Mantis.

This is Henry Parker. I need you to
patch me through to the warden

Go ahead.

Yeah, put him through.

This is Jefferson. Go ahead.

What plant is your driver?

What the heck?

All right. Close the gate.

Eric Mantis is Wexler Clint, the guard
who's driving the bus.

Open up, Wexler. It's over.

Nothing's over till I say it is.

Isn't that right, Counselor? You tell
him who's in charge here.

Do what he says, Parker.

Parker.

Stand down. Stand down. All units, stand
down. Look, he goes away.

Sunday's on the bus.

We've got a civilian hostage on the bus.
All units, all units, stand down.

Sunday's on the bus. Keep that gun down.

Okay, Wexler, you're in charge.

Now what?

You'll know when I want you to know.

Mrs. Parker, what's going on? Can I be
of service?

You hear that, Counselor?

Our special guest needs you.

Why don't you tell him who I am?

Honest Jovenet, meet Wexler Clint.

Older brother of Wallace Clint.

He's serving life in prison for a murder
you committed.

Wallace Clint.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure of
ever meeting that man.

Well, let me refresh your memory.

Because back then you were a big -time
pay -for -play hitman, and my brother

a kind, decent, hard -working nurse
until you ruined his life and put my

in an early grave.

I'm sorry for your misfortune.

But I can say with some confidence that
you have the wrong hitman.

I thought that too until I did the kind
of exhaustive research that a good

counselor here should have done. A
comprehensive analysis of your work.

of poisons and drugs instead of knives
and guns.

Your penchant for assuming the identity
of others so that you could mask your

crimes. You were responsible.

Which is why you should have gone to the
authorities.

A dead end, counselor!

Your failure to clear my brother is what
brought us here today. It turned me

into the go -to guy to transferring the
worst of the worst.

Like you.

You brought us all together for our date
with justice.

You're way too emotional.

My man is certain he can take him out
with just one shot. I'm sure he can.

Sunday is his prisoner. No, no, no. That
is where you're wrong. Wexner is her

prisoner. He just doesn't know it yet.

All right, all units, this is an update.
Our position has not changed. There's a

civilian hostage inside the bus.

I've still got the shot.

Not to overstate the obvious, but you do
realize the odds of you getting away

with this are... Oh, I fully expect to
end up in jail, but it would be worth

price. But don't fret, because it'll be
just like your killings.

Fast, lethal, and in your case, long
overdue.

Because one squeeze of this...

Or this.

And you go away.

What will have changed, Wexler?

Wallace will still be in prison, only
you'll have joined him.

And your mother will killing us bring
her back?

My mother is none of your concern. You
should be ashamed of who you've become.

You should be proud of me. That what?

That you're a bitter and angry man who
celebrates death?

Know that I am a righteous man who
celebrates the justice served.

Because now that your husband knows
Wallace is innocent, his conscience will

force him to come forward and see that
my brother is released from prison.

I will happily serve my time knowing you
are both dead.

You did this, Wexler.

You destroyed your family. This is on
you.

I can live with that.

Get your hands where we can see them!

First, team two moving in position.

Now.

He's disarmed himself.

He wants to walk, let him walk.

He's got something.

He's got something on his hand.

He's got a device.

Well done mrs. Parker well done

Sunday

I'm going to confess to the murder your
brother was in prison for.

With gratitude, Mrs. Parker.

But remember my faith.

You don't want to see it again.

Right.

That's right, sir.

Yes, sir. I appreciate that.

Yes, sir. I'll tell the governor right
away. Thank you, sir.

Well, good news. Your parents are safe
and sound.

Okay.

Did you hear that?

What, that old hound?

He's probably just trying to find his
way home.

You must have heard that.

Sure. Sounded a lot like a bird to me.

How about a little bit more bubbly?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

Car backfire? Okay,

fine. It was a gunshot.

I'll get my gun.

I can't get a signal.

Hey, uh, don't forget my...

Flashlight. Got it.

You didn't realize our champagne was
going to flat.

Don't worry, Parker. There are plenty
more bubbles.