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(somber music)

(whooshing)

(ominous music)

(dramatic beat music)

(man groaning)

- [Man] Where is it?!

Where is it?!

Tell me where it is!

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(electrical fizzling)

(beeping)

- [Announcer] Five,

four,

three,

two,

one!

Happy 2,000! (crowd cheering)

(suspenseful music)

(speaking foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(fizzling)

(somber music)

(alarm beeping)

(sighing)

- Hey.

Merry Christmas, baby.

- Merry Christmas to you.

- Are you sure you have to go to work today?

- I know.

It sucks.

Listen, when I get home tonight, we'll celebrate.

All right?

- Are you sure?

Because I got you something.

- [Man] Babe, we said no gifts, come on.

- [Woman] I know, I couldn't help it.

- I love it.

- Good.

I love you.

- Listen, it's probably gonna be another day

of waiting around for a friggin' cat to jump out of a tree.

- I have some errands to run today.

Do you want anything special for dinner tonight?

- Just you.

Unless you feel like making that pasta again.

Remember, the one with the onions and the chicken

and the mushrooms and the peppers.

- Oh no, go ahead, keep it up.

You'll be pleasantly surprised

by a bowl of your favorite cereal.

- I love cereal.

Nothing wrong with cereal.

- You're lucky I love you.

- Tease me with a good time.

(laughing)

(birds chirping)

(engine rumbling)

(exciting beat music)

(CB radio commotion)

Chief, go ahead, Chief.

(muffled radio commotion)

I heard it, I'm on my way.

Come on, Jen.

- One coffee, three creams.

Have a Merry Christmas.

- You too, babe, thanks.

(engine rumbling)

This is go for Bradley, go for Bradley.

(BC radio commotion)

Is that a 10-54?

(muffled CB radio commotion)

(ominous beat music)

(ominous beat music)

Captain.

- Detective.

Come take a look at this.

- What else do we know about him?

- Not much,

other than he was released from North Side about a week ago.

Left a note.

- Who is this sick fuck?

- That's your job, Detective.

Let me introduce you to Miss Clayton.

She found him this morning when she came home from work.

Officer?

- I'm so sorry for you loss.

I just have a few questions.

Have a seat.

- Merry Christmas.

(ominous music)

(crying)

- Tell me about Robert.

- What do you wanna know?

- What happened?

- He loved me, he loved his job.

He just never should've take that assignment.

- What assignment?

- Some government thing, I don't know.

I never knew what he did.

- Tell me about his original conviction.

- 10 years ago, just after New Years,

2000.

Robert went away on assignment like he always did.

This was no different.

They said they caught his car on camera

hit a man walking.

Died on impact.

- The more you tell me,

the more I can help.

- He never killed that man.

But they sure tortured him like he did.

- When your husband was in prison,

did he have any friends or enemies that you can think of?

(thunder rumbling)

- Its' prison.

But he did talk about a Mark.

He said they were both wrongly sentenced.

- This is my card.

Call me if you think of anything else.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna figure this out.

(dramatic music)

(chimes ringing)

(suspenseful beat music)

(thudding)

- Merry Christmas, Doug.

- Merry Christmas, Jen.

(ominous music)

(dramatic beat music)

(engine rumbling)

Merry Christmas.

- Hey.

How was it?

- Crazy. - Yeah?

Crazy good? - Better now.

- Good.

- How as your day?

- Good, just hung around here.

Did some research for work.

Studied for the bar exam.

- Oh yeah, how's that going?

- It's really hard.

But I think the firm I'm working with

is gonna hire me on if I pass.

I got assigned a new case.

- What about?

- Nothing important.

- What's for dinner? - Guess.

What's this?

- Nothing.

- You made pasta.

- I did, Merry Christmas.

- What? (laughing)

Do you remember this morning when I said I'd be home tonight

and we can celebrate?

- Yes.

Are you serious right now?

- Will you marry me?

- Yes.

(ominous beat music)

(computer keys clicking)

- Gotcha.

(water rumbling)

(ominous beat music)

(knocking)

- So what'd you find out?

- Tell you what I know.

His name's Robert Clayton.

He was a US Marine before doing 10 years

for murdering his partner over at North Side.

Turns out there was no proof he did it.

He was released about a week ago.

- Well haven't you learned?

They're all innocent.

- Yeah but get this, his original sentence was life.

Someone fought the system to have his file expunged.

Then they gave him therapy.

Weird, right?

- Yeah, very.

Go ahead.

Keep looking into it.

- Yes, sir.

(phone ringing)

- Happy Holidays, North Side Correctional.

- Warden, please.

- Warden speaking.

- Warden, this is Detective Bradley

with Goffstown Police Department.

I'm investigating the recent release of Mr. Robert Clayton.

- Don't know how I can help.

- He was murdered.

I'd like to come in and speak with you.

- How'd tomorrow morning?

- Good.

See you at eight.

(engine rumbling)

(ominous beat music)

(knocking)

(somber beat music)

(knocking)

(glass shattering)

(leaves rustling)

Goffstown Police Department!

(ominous music)

(chimes ringing)

Chief.

I'm out at Clayton's.

Something's going on here.

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, everything okay?

- Yeah.

Everything's fine.

- Doug, what's going on?

- Are you here by yourself?

- Yes.

Yes, I'm here.

What's going on?

You're scaring me, what is going on?

(eerie music)

(knocking)

- Come in.

Good morning, Mark.

Please, have a seat.

How you feeling?

Happy, I'm assuming, that you're released now.

(eerie music)

(screaming)

- [Man] Look at me!

Tell me where it is!

- I don't know!

- [Man] Where is it?!

Where is--

- [Mark] I don't know!

- I understand.

Haven't figured it out yet.

(ominous music)

- [Man] Where is it?!

- [Mark] I don't know.

- [Man] Tell me where it is!

- I don't have it!

- Have you tried what I suggested?

(menacing music)

(dramatic beat music)

- Good morning.

- Gentlemen.

- Just another day.

- Detective Bradley, here to see the warden.

- Sure, he's been expecting you.

- Thank you.

- Good morning, Doug.

- Warden.

- Have a seat.

- I'm here investigating the release of Mr. Robert Clayton.

What can you tell me about him?

- Very little.

We released him about a week ago.

He did 10 years

for murdering his partner.

Apparently the system was wrong.

Seemed liked a nice guy.

Kept to himself.

Was married, two kids.

Was happy to finally get out.

Why?

- He's dead.

Does he have any enemies or anyone on the outside

that you may know of?

- Not the I knew of.

Listen, I don't know much more than what I've told you.

- Did he receive any special treatment while he was here?

- As you know, we're a private correctional facility

for ex-military and government personnel.

His treatment was basic food,

closed cell,

visitation once a month

and if lucky enough to be released,

a government appointed psychologist.

It's the same for everyone.

Robert Clayton was no different.

- How did he get out?

- That's not for me to determine.

- Warden, you should know every single one of your inmates

and why they were released.

- His case was reopened and discharged

on the basis of not enough evidence for a full conviction.

His sentence was shortened.

It happens all the time.

Listen, Doug,

that's all I know.

I have to do rounds.

Call me if you need anything else.

- Thank you.

One more question, real quick.

Who reopened his case?

- That's also none of my business.

Thanks for coming in.

- Thank you.

(upbeat music)

- Hello, Doctor?

This is Rick.

Just wanted to confirm my appointment for this afternoon.

Thank you, sir.

(upbeat "The Twelve Days of Christmas" jazz music)

(ominous beat music)

- I can't sleep.

I can't eat.

I don't even remember what I was doing that night

or why.

We never even found what we were looking for.

- You're all trained that way.

You have deep-rooted emotions

that cause the blackouts.

Don't worry, you're right on schedule.

- Why me?

- Because you're the best.

(phone ringing)

Okay.

Send him in.

Mark,

I'm gonna give you something.

It's gonna help you sleep.

Okay?

Trust me.

It's gonna be okay.

(ominous beat music)

Rick!

Have a seat.

I'm sure you're happy to be finally released.

How are you feeling?

- Okay, I guess.

- Are you ready to get started on your final assignment?

(engine puttering)

(ominous music)

- Hey, do you know that guy?

- Yeah, his name's Mark.

He's been coming here for a couple of days.

(ominous music)

(eerie music)

- What is it?

- It's okay.

It's just a dream.

Go to sleep.

I'm gonna take a shower.

(water trickling)

(unsettling music)

(ominous beat music)

(engine rumbling)

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

Another what?

Shit, all right, I'll be there in 10.

(ominous beat music)

(police radio commotion)

(banging)

Captain.

- Take a look at this.

- I know this guy.

- You do?

- Something doesn't make sense.

- What doesn't make sense?

Looks like a suicide to me.

- It's not a suicide.

His name's Mark.

He was at the same bar I was at last night.

- Was he with anyone?

- No.

Funny thing is, he as released from the same exact prison

as Robert Clayton, a week ago.

Do you think it's coincidence?

- Any ideas?

- One.

(ominous beat music)

Miss Clayton, I'm so sorry to barge in on you again.

But I jut have one more question.

The gentleman that your husband allegedly killed,

was there any relationship between those two?

- Yes, actually, he was his partner.

- Hmmm.

(foreboding music)

- Rick.

Welcome back.

How do you feel?

- I'm tired.

I can't sleep.

I have no family.

Everyone thinks I'm a friggin' murderer.

- Sometimes, a way to deal with frustration

is to find where its purpose is.

You served your country, young man.

(chuckling)

- I killed my partner.

- Rick,

you were placed on watch for your own safety

until the dust settled.

Something had happened while you were on the inside.

- For 10 years I went through hell.

Do you even know what happened in there?

What they did to me?

I don't have it, never did.

- What, exactly?

- I don't know.

Nothing.

- The government needs your help once more.

- I'm not interested.

- This is not your choice.

It's an order from the Pentagon.

- Babe,

are you okay?

- It just doesn't make any sense.

Here's a guy that served 10 years

at a private military prison for murder,

a murder nobody has seen.

There's no evidence, there's no records, nothing.

He gets released and someone wants him dead

and just yesterday,

somebody else from that same exact prison

shows up dead in an alley.

No records on that one either.

- Are you sure the guy from last night wasn't a suicide?

- I don't think so.

- Who're you calling?

- I love you, don't wait up.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(foreboding music)

(engine rumbling)

(chimes ringing)

- [Man] What're you doing here?

- Came to see you.

- [Man] How'd you know where to find me?

- [Doug] Where else would you be?

(dramatic music)

- Is Dad still over at the church?

- Yeah.

I think so.

Man, it's been a long time.

- Yeah.

Since Mom died?

- Hey, Doug, look at this.

- Give me that, it's not a toy.

(gunshot booming)

- [Boy] Mom!

(dramatic music)

- Listen, Doug.

Hey, come on.

Look, man, it wasn't your fault.

Okay, you gotta know that.

- I know.

I know.

And you being out here all these years

isn't gonna bring her back.

You know that, right?

- That's not why I'm here.

- [Doug] Then why are you?

- You would not understand that.

Listen, Doug, just because you're a cop,

doesn't meant you can save the world, okay?

- And you can't run away every time something bad happens.

- Is that what you think I did?

You think I can away?

- Then why'd you go?

- Because I couldn't stand

to fucking be around here anymore!

Every single day being constantly reminded of what happened.

So I thought maybe,

just maybe if I did something good with my life.

I don't know, man, I thought it would get easier.

- That's exactly the reason I became a cop.

There's the hope that one day my life would get better.

- Well,

I know why you're here.

Can't figure out who's killing those people.

- What do you mean?

- Let me ask you this.

Those people that were released.

Wrongful conviction?

- Look,

I've interviewed both the families,

I've looked into both the murders.

The only connection I can find is the prison system.

- Bingo.

(ominous music)

- Anything yet?

- I'm working on it

but there's some real shit going on here.

- Well, stay on top of it.

That's why you're a detective, Doug.

- Thank you.

(ominous beat music)

(eerie music)

(suspenseful beat music)

- You couldn't do it?

Why not?

Did you go to the park?

- Yes.

- I understand this is difficult for you.

Did he at least have it?

- I don't know.

I didn't see anything on him.

I feel like I've seen him before, who is he?

- He's your assignment, solider.

You have to let your frustrations come to the surface.

Why don't you take the night off

and try again tomorrow, okay?

Yes, send him in.

- Why me?

- You are fully trained to do this.

This is what you do.

You were trained by the best.

You are the best.

Well, well, well.

It's been awhile.

(foreboding music)

(phone ringing)

- This is the warden.

- This is Detective Bradley

from the Goffstown Police Department.

Please fax me a list of all the inmates

sentenced for murder in 2000

and then released for wrongful conviction.

- Certainly, Detective,

I'll have my secretary pull the records.

What are you thinking?

- I think it's closer to home than we would like.

- Let me know if there's anything else you want.

You'll have it shortly.

- Here's what I got.

I think Robert and Mark knew each other in prison.

According to their files,

they were both sentenced for murder in January of 2000

but then released early for good behavior

within days of each other.

Doesn't make any sense.

- What'd the coroner say about Mark's death?

Suicide? Murder?

- He said overdose,

which is weird because the bartender said

he seemed happy to be alive.

It just doesn't make any sense.

- Fax for you, Detective.

- Thank you, sir.

(ominous music)

(beat music)

(suspenseful beat music)

- What the fuck?

(ominous beat music)

(chimes ringing)

- You wanna explain this?

- You wouldn't understand.

- Really?

Try me.

This is a recent list of everyone that was released

from North Side in January 2000.

You're number six on here.

- My situation's a little different, Doug.

(chuckling)

- Right.

If this is someone's sick wishlist,

we're running out of time.

Why is your name on here?

Do you know what's going on?!

- Listen, we were all ex-military, okay?

Secret Service types.

Black Ops.

The whole point point is we were sent on a mission,

in secret, that the government did not want public.

- Who hired you?

- The NSA!

The whole point was to find a missing drive.

- Wait, what drive, what's on it?

- Data?

Okay, we were each ordered to follow

a different member of the NSA, the Secret Service,

until the drive surfaced

and then, I don't know, man.

Days later, we were ordered to terminate our partners.

- I don't understand, why is your name on here?

Why weren't you locked up?

- Because they led us to believe they were in on it

and then it became a situation where

it was fucking kill or be killed.

That's why you have six deaths and six convictions.

- And we wonder why this country's in the shape that it is.

- Listen,

when an order goes out,

whether you fucking agree with it or not,

you see it through.

This was absolutely no different.

This became survival.

- Who's your direct contact now?

- I went off grid, Doug.

I don't have one.

But I can tell you this.

If they knew I was talking to you about this,

they'd kill us both.

You leave it alone, Doug.

(ominous music)

(water rushing)

(phone ringing)

- Hey, baby.

- Amy.

Listen.

I know you don't know what's going on.

- I know, we need to talk.

- It's just not safe at home, okay?

- Doug, I--

- I'll tell you when I see you.

I love you.

And Amy,

trust no one.

- Okay.

I love you.

(dramatic music)

- I'm sorry.

I miss you, Mom.

(foreboding music)

(dramatic music)

(foreboding music)

(dramatic music)

- Yes, actually, his partner.

- [Boy] Mom!

(yelling)

(ominous music)

(eerie music)

(gunshot popping) (foreboding music)

(CB radio commotion)

- Shit!

- Are you okay today?

- No.

You take care of yourself.

(engine rumbling)

(ominous beat music)

What do we got?

- Take a look.

Know this guy?

- No, why?

- Check your list.

- North Side Correctional?

(sighing)

- I want you to go over there and figure this out.

- All right, I'm on it.

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

- Get in.

Jason, right?

- Yeah.

- Three more to go.

- [Doug] What's this all about?

Why you?

- I was hired for my particular skill

in transcoding encrypted messages.

- Okay.

- Okay, so in '99, the government stored

some very, very important data

on two identical drives as backup.

- What do you mean, data? What kind of data?

- Top secret military intel, man.

I'm talking missions, financials, nation security plans,

locations of missiles that protect our boarders.

Like, a lot!

- Who has the drive now?

- The President and the NSA.

- Okay, so let me better understand this.

They order you guys to commit murder,

lock you up for 10 years, call up protective custody

only to let you out then kill you?

- Pretty twisted, right?

- Very.

- I thought this was over a long time ago.

- You thought wrong.

- Hey, be careful.

These guys, they are the government.

They can and will find you if you get too close.

(ominous music)

(suspenseful beat music)

(phone ringing)

- Chief Brown.

- North Side has to be involved.

I can't explain but remember that list?

- Yeah.

- Well those three guys that were killed were on that list.

There's three more.

I need to find them.

- Right, well keep digging and tell me what you find.

- [Doug] All right.

- So,

how's it feel to be a hero?

He was the enemy.

He was the last remaining mole.

You did your country a great service.

Did anyone see you?

- No.

- Great.

Just one more thing to do.

(ominous beat music)

(suspenseful beat music)

- Good morning, Detective.

- Sir!

Excuse me!

- What's going on?!

- Yes, sir, he's here now, I'll call you back.

That was your boss.

I was assigned to house six soldiers that went rogue.

It was my understanding that these men killed US military.

- Why you?

Why here?

- After the news was released about these soldiers,

I was given the assignment to put them on top level watch.

I did my job.

10 years later, they were released due to lack of evidence,

or so I hear.

- So you mean innocent?

Do you even know what they did?

- My job is to lock them up.

To feed them and make sure they don't see the light of day.

It is not to ask questions.

- You're right, that's my job.

Where are these guys at now?

- I would keep my distance.

If they've managed to hide six government murders

for a decade,

they probably can hide yours.

- Is that a threat, Warden?

If I find out that you're behind this in any way,

I will lock you up behind the very bars that you guard.

- Be careful.

Please see to it that Doug gets the known addresses

to the names that he requests.

- Thank you.

- Have a good day.

(foreboding music)

He's getting help.

(suspenseful music)

- Come on, come on.

What did I tell you?

- There's some real shit going on here.

- Doug, you're gonna end up dead like the rest of 'em.

- What do you want me to do, huh?

You want me to walk away?

- Do you have that list?

- Yes.

- My name's on it, yeah?

- Yes.

- Like six names?

- [Doug] Yeah, why?

- Okay.

I never went to prison,

yet my name is right here on this list.

- Then who was released?

- Jesus Christ, Detective Doug.

Don't you think it's about time

for you to start figuring some shit out at this point?

- Listen, it's time you start telling me what's going on!

Who was your partner?

- His name was Andrew Aikens.

- Where is Aikens now?

- Figure something out.

Stop asking so many fucking questions.

(suspenseful music)

(engine rumbling)

(ominous beat music)

- You'll have more than freedom.

You'll have peace.

Your country owes you.

This is your final assignment.

- I can't believe I did 10 years

for a murder I was ordered to do.

- You will be rewarded for your continued service

and given the highest of ranks.

- Why was I locked up again?

- For your safety.

Everyone was that was on the assignment.

You were cleared and released.

- Safety?

- Trust me.

(suspenseful music)

- Why is he following me?

(ominous beat music)

(phone ringing)

- Are you following him?

- Yes.

- Remember what I told you.

He has what we need.

- This is it, right?

- Daniel, trust me.

This is the final stage of your treatment.

Once completed, you will be rewarded

with the highest honors of military ranks.

This is for your freedom.

- Yes, sir.

(ominous beat music)

- I know everybody's been under a lot of pressure,

working a lot of overtime.

We don't catch a lot of murders around here,

let alone three.

So what do we know?

- They were all patients at North Side.

- We think they're all connected.

The only problem is how.

I'm gonna give you guys a list of names.

Robert Clayton,

Mark Swanson,

Jason McDaniels.

We've got reason to believe that there's gonna be more.

Hopefully we can stop it before it gets any further.

- Not sure if this is related.

There was a disturbance last night behind Factor Street.

- Okay, well three names I something to work with.

I want everybody to keep their eyes and their ears open,

stay sharp,

get to work!

Now get out of here!

- I got a tip about suspicious activity

down at the pig farm.

Get over there after this.

- All right.

(ominous music)

(phone ringing)

Amy.

- [Amy] We need to talk.

- [Doug] What's up?

- [Amy] I think the case you're working on

is related to what I was assigned.

- What do you mean?

- [Amy] I tried to tell you.

I saw on your computer the same names as what I was given.

- What names?

- [Amy] Robert Clayton, Mark Swanson,

Jason McDaniels and some others.

Apparently, they spent time at North Side

and they all filed appeal for wrongful conviction

and mistreatment but--

- Amy, promise me you're not gonna look into this.

It's not safe.

- [Amy] Doug, your brother was on that list.

- I know.

Amy,

do not look into it.

- [Amy] Okay.

Please be careful.

- All right, I love you, bye.

(ominous music)

- Now's not a good time.

- We need to talk.

- Right.

Unfortunately, we're gonna have to reschedule for tomorrow.

You haven't spoken to anyone about the mission, have you?

- No.

- Good.

Remember your orders.

(foreboding music)

(door creaking)

(thudding)

(groaning)

(ominous music)

(phone ringing)

- Captain.

Hey, we got something going on down here at 15 Pine Street.

I need you.

- Right.

(ominous beat music)

- What's up, guys?

This is not okay.

I'm having boys.

(eerie music)

Rick, are you here?

(foreboding music)

(gunshot booming)

(groaning)

(gunshots booming)

(police siren alarming)

- What do we got?

- We got one dead in the kitchen, one ran off.

- Who is it?

- Rick.

Get this,

he was number four on the list.

- What do you think?

- Daniel.

- All extra units to 15 Pine Street, Goffstown.

Tape it off.

(suspenseful beat music)

(dramatic music)

- There's something going on in this town, Dad.

There's something in this down that we've never seen.

- Can I help?

- No.

Dad,

Ryan's involved.

He doesn't look good.

- Is he okay? - No.

Dad, Ryan's at the cabin.

- I miss the cabin.

I wanna help.

- It's not safe.

I'll let you know.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Chief.

What's up?

- I gotta take you off this case.

- Why?

- Because the NSA and the FBI are both involved.

- You know I can't do that, my brother's on that list.

- I don't know, there's nothing I can do.

It's out of my hands.

- I was at the house last night where Rick was murdered.

If we could just get in front of it.

- No, you can't.

- You take me off this case,

take me off payroll.

- Doug.

Figure it out!

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

- Ryan?

Ryan?!

Ryan?!

Ryan, are you in here?

Ryan?!

(ominous music)

Ryan?!

(cat meowing)

(foreboding music)

Oh my God.

- Yes,

of course.

- He wasn't there.

Are you sure he has it?

- Yes, I'm sure!

(ominous music)

(laughing)

Get me the warden!

(dramatic music)

(knocking)

- I'm a detective with the Goffstown Police Department.

I need a minute of our time.

May I come in?

- Yes, have a seat.

- What's your full name?

- Dr. Stevens.

What's this about?

- I'm investigating the recent murders

of some of the inmates that were sentenced here.

- Yes, I've been hearing about that on the news.

How can I help?

- Did you know any of them?

- Well, I am the appointed psychologist

for all the inmates released from North Side Correctional.

- What do you know?

- I'm sorry but I can't speak about their files.

- Is there anything you'd like to share about Robert,

Mark,

Rick,

or Jason, before you started treating them?

- I treat them all like anyone else.

Listen, Detective,

if you would want to discuss anything further,

I'd be more than happy to make an appointment.

- Just one last question, Doctor.

Are you speaking with Daniel or Ryan Bradley currently?

- I'm sorry but I can't discuss anything further.

- Thank you for your time.

- I need the warden.

(suspenseful music)

- Doug, meet FBI Agent Fellows and NSA Agent Hendricks.

They will be taking the case over from here on out.

(ominous music)

- Chief, what's going on?

- In short, this is now a Federal investigation.

- [Chief] You are to hand over all your materials

to these two gentlemen immediately.

- It is what it is.

- Chief, I've got you--

- You've got nothing.

- Stevens.

- Do it now!

- Officer.

Thank you for your efforts.

- Chief, I know this is way above our heads

but I don't think we can trust them.

- Trust who?

The government?

- Listen, 10 years ago, the US government

backed up military securities onto a drive.

I mean everything.

Launch codes, military weapons,

passwords,

encrypted messages,

you name it.

They said it went missing.

Stolen.

Now someone's looking for it.

- What're you talking about?

- These are the last remaining men

that know anything about it.

They were all hired to find it.

Now they're coming up dead.

Why?

I think someone knows something about it

and they're trying to flesh it out.

- Damn.

- What are you saying?

Doug, you can't take on the US government.

- No, I can't but I'm in way too deep.

If I just have a little bit more time,

I can probably stop whatever is planned.

- Doug, you're in way over your head.

It doesn't make sense.

Why here?

- Who knows?

But we just can't sit and watch from the sidelines

with what we know.

- If you get in the way of a government investigation,

you're gonna find yourself in Cuba.

Doug, be careful.

I'm not supporting this.

- The last name on that list is my brother.

And he's one of the only three remaining.

If I give up now,

I might as well bury him.

(ominous beat music)

- So what do you think we should do?

- [Man] I don't know.

- Do you have it?

- I don't even know what's on the drive you're looking for.

- You don't need to know.

(phone ringing)

Hmmm.

You're free to go.

- I'm done?

- Enjoy the rest of your life.

(ominous music)

(groaning)

(menacing music)

- Warden Sparks, please.

Warden, we need to talk.

(eerie music)

- Were you followed?

- No.

- Good.

Who's left?

- Ryan.

Daniels said he didn't have it.

- Do you believe him?

- No.

- What do we do?

- We keep looking until we find it.

Warden, I brought this over to you

10 years ago with an agreement.

Do you remember that agreement?

- Yes.

(foreboding music)

- Mr. warden Sparks.

My name is Dr. Stevens.

You are being given custody of six soldiers.

They are being sentenced to life for espionage and murder.

They were part of a covert operation

for the recovery of the missing drive.

I believe one of them still has it hidden.

- What drive?

- A drive worth more money than you or I could ever imagine.

We need to find it, who has it and where it is.

Your cooperation will be handsomely rewarded.

- How do you know someone has it?

- Because I know.

This drive holds top secret intel.

Two copies were made

in case Y2K caused an computer crash.

- And what's your involvement?

- This is a direct assignment

from Washington.

I will be acting as the internal psychologist

for all inmates.

If it gets out,

even for a second,

I will hear about it.

Your job is to get them talking.

- How long do we have?

- As long as it takes.

- They have it, I'll get it.

I did my best.

(crunching)

(groaning)

(shushing)

(eerie music)

(phone ringing)

- Is it done?

- Yes.

- Good.

Now find Ryan and his brother.

(suspenseful beat music)

- What is this?

What the fuck is this?

(ominous beat music)

Come on.

I wanna see you.

(groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(groaning)

(beeping)

(computer beeping)

- Sir!

You gotta see this.

I'm printing it out now.

- Good work.

Y2K, sir.

We gotta get this to the commander.

- Shit.

Got something here.

43 degrees north, 71 degrees west.

That's in New Hampshire, sir.

- Give me Agent Fellows and the FBI.

- Yes, sir.

(phone ringing)

- FBI.

- Ryan has the drive and he's on the move.

- Okay, we're on it.

The drive has surfaced.

- [Commander] Who's left?

- [Fellows] Everyone's dead except for Ryan and Stevens.

- [Commander] Good.

- Not good.

Ryan's brother is a cop who is on the case.

- Who's his boss?

- He's dead.

This guy isn't an ordinary cop.

He won't go down easy.

- That's because he's emotionally invested.

It's his brother we're after.

Make him look like another corrupt cop.

- Yes, sir.

- Get me the President.

(knocking)

- Mr. President.

- Yes?

- Operation Y2K has surfaced, sir.

- Let me guess.

Ryan.

- We think so, sir.

- This guy's been hiding in our own backyard.

Who's on it?

- FBI Agent Fellows and NSA Agent Hendricks, sir.

- This drive became active this morning,

we've got a real problem if this gets out.

Make sure this ends quietly

and find him, now!

- Yes, sir.

(ominous beat music)

(phone ringing)

- Lee.

- We found it.

(speaking foreign language)

- And kill him.

(ominous beat music)

- Wait here.

Keep it running.

(suspenseful music)

- We gotta go.

They're killing everyone who was involved.

- Who is?

- Th government, the FBI, the NSA.

We're just collateral damage at this point.

- This doesn't make any sense.

Why the FBI? Why the NSA?

- Who do you think's in charge, Doug?

- Detective, please come to the door!

- You answer that door and we're dead.

- You were followed.

(banging)

(engine rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

(siren alarming)

- [Fellows] Follow them!

(suspenseful music)

- [Hendricks] where is he going?

(police siren alarming)

- [Fellows] I fucking lost him!

(ominous music)

- Ryan, what's really on that drive?

- I already told you, man.

Top secret military information.

- Okay, locations, missions, financials.

Come on.

This way.

- Ryan,

I'm gonna need more.

- The drive was originally only on a 10 year lock

with only the President having access to it.

As of this morning,

all of those encrypted passwords unlocked.

Hence why everybody's being let out.

They really want that drive.

- Who had them?

- Just the President and the NSA.

One went missing.

- What happened to it?

- Don't worry about it, I got it.

- Who's looking for it?

- Good question.

Nobody knows.

Whoever was looking for it then is looking for it now.

- Well now it all makes sense.

Lock up everyone involved for the last 10 years,

flesh out the drive and when the drive unlocks--

- Boom.

And our mission from before,

following the secret area of the government

until the drive services and if it does,

get it, capture it, hold it privately

and wait for further instructions.

- How did you get it?

- I was trailing an FBI agent named Kline.

I intercepted a call.

Someone telling him to drop the file off

at a remote location.

Apparently he wasn't the only one that got that call.

I show up, Kline's dead.

Drives still on him, completely untouched.

- Does anyone know you have it?

- I don't know

but somebody knows something

and they need it.

- We need to find out who.

We need to find out why.

We need to find them before they find us.

Hey, Ryan, wait for me in the barn out back.

There's somebody I gotta meet first.

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

Cap, what do we got?

- [Captain] He's at the pig farm.

Put a trace on his phone.

- All right, I'm on my way.

(engine rumbling)

(door creaking)

- Chief!

(eerie music)

(foreboding music)

Chief!

Chief!

- [Chief] Up here, Doug.

- Chief!

- Where is it, Doug?

- What?

- The drive, where's the drive?!

- Chief, what's this about?

- It's what this whole thing's all about!

Just give them what they want!

- Chief, I don't have it.

(ominous music)

- Hello, officer.

- So you're behind this?

- Sort of.

You think I could've gotten all of those prisoners

out on my own?

Where's the drive, Doug?!

- I don't have it.

- You sure?

- He doesn't know anything, let him go.

- [Stevens] Okay.

- Don't do it.

Don't do it!

- [Stevens] Okay.

- Don't.

(groaning) (gunshot booming)

(ominous music)

- So I take you read the note I left on Robert Clayton?

Calling your friends, Doug?

Good.

I'll be certain to call Amy when all this is done.

She'll need a great psychologist to talk to

about her soon-to-be-dead boyfriend.

- You touch her, I swear to God

I'll rip your throat out.

(laughing)

- Wow.

Romantic.

Sounds to me like you should put out or shut up!

- Why do you want it?

- [Stevens] You still don't know.

- Listen,

I'm just trying to solve a few murders, huh?

Do you wanna help me out?

Why don't we make a deal?

- Back up.

- Listen.

- Turn around.

- Let's make a deal.

You stop trying to kill me and you let everyone else go

that you planned on killing

and I'll get you the drive.

I can get it.

- You got three hours!

Meet me at the North Side Prison back gate.

You got that?!

- Yeah, all right.

- And Doug?

Don't bring any of your friends.

It will only complicate things for you.

(thudding)

(eerie ringing)

(engine rumbling)

(groaning)

- What happened to you?

- Woo!

I had a scheduled meeting with a psychologist.

Those guys really mess up your head, don't they?

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Your partner says hello, by the way.

And don't bring any cops

and we have three hours to turn in the drive.

- Wait, wait, okay.

Where are we going to finish this?

- Some place gorgeous,

like a prison

at night.

Alone.

Are you gonna change or are you gonna go like that?

- What do you mean, these are my clothes.

Change into what?

- Good point, okay.

- Good talk, you're driving.

- I knew it.

You know,

it's too bad we have to leave.

You really know how to live.

- Oh, thanks Doug, I appreciate it.

It's super cozy here.

- I was kidding.

Ryan, where's the drive?

- I have the drive, it's safe.

Come on, we gotta go.

- Give me the drive, Ryan.

- Here.

- Have you seen what's on this?

- No.

- Ryan, get out of the car an open the doors,

we can't get out.

- Got it.

- Amazing.

(ominous music)

All right, let's see what this is all about.

"Classified Operation, Y2K.

"December 31st,

"1999.

"National Security Agency."

- [Ryan] Scroll down.

(computer beeping)

- It's encrypted.

- Move.

This is what I do.

Oh my God.

- What?

- This isn't just military locations and launch codes,

man, this is US Treasury access.

- [Doug] So you didn't know about this?

- [Ryan] No.

- Is the other drive the same thing?

- It should be.

- We gotta go.

- Mhmm.

(engine rumbling)

- Ryan, I'm gonna ask you one more time.

What happened the night you took this?

- I already told you, man!

I was ordered to follow Kline.

That call I intercepted, simple transfer.

Data for payment.

I have no idea who killed the guy.

- So the question is, who killed Kline

and why didn't they take this drive?

- Sure.

- All right, we gotta split up.

- All right, I'll cover you from the roof.

- Can't wait to see what happens

when they find me with this.

- I'd hate to see what would happen

if they found you with nothing.

(suspenseful music)

- Detective!

- I thought we agreed, no friend.

- No friends.

What do you think, I'm stupid?

Hmmm?

Well, did you bring it?

- This?

I just got one question.

Which one do you think it is?

- The drive that's not only gonna save your life

but your brother's as well.

Speaking of,

where is your brother?

- He wanted me to tell you hello

and he couldn't make it.

Said he didn't want to be underdressed.

(ominous music)

- The drive for his freedom.

- What happened, fellas?

Late for your pickup on New Year's?

I got it right here.

It's over.

We're done.

- It's never over!

(ominous music)

Check the drive.

- You're not gonna get away with any of this.

What's really on it?

What's in it for you?

- Oh, you're gonna see what's on it.

- Will we?

Everybody was wondering, who was that guy?

Who was killing people around my town?

We haven't had one problem here.

- [Fellows] The drive's blank!

(gunshot booming)

(glass shattering)

(gunshots booming)

(popping)

(groaning)

- I should've been a dentist.

(police sirens alarming)

(exciting beat music)

- You all right?

- No, Cap, I'm not all right.

What took you guys so long?

- Sorry, the road were icy.

(chuckling)

Look at this.

- Northside Correctional,

a privately funded ex-military prison,

houses some of the most deadly ex-military personnel.

It is believed that the cause of the recent attacks

on this small sleepy town

was over a missing drive from the Y2k scare.

This drive is believed to be a hoax.

- Really?

The roads were icy?

- Well, that's why it took so long to get here.

(laughing)

- You know, we wanna just

make sure our response time

is solid.

- I guess it wouldn't be Goffstown

if you weren't a couple minutes late, right?

Hey, Cap!

Happy New Year!

(exciting rock music)

(dramatic music)

- Doug.

- It's over.

(ominous music)

(ominous beat music)

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ Trust no one, these are enemies, after all ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ Can't trust myself myself nowadays, I'm a pest, after all ♪

♪ Stay on his grind, his money all on my mind ♪

♪ I'm getting paid like I'm supposed to ♪

Shouldn't be no surprise ♪

I keep my hands on the wheel ♪

♪ And my eyes on the prize ♪

♪ Checking those moon walkers when they get out of line ♪

♪ I put them up anytime ♪

♪ Because first of all, I'm a man ♪

♪ Do you have a clue where I been ♪

I keep my feet to the floor ♪

♪ And my head to the sky ♪

♪ If they flip one of us ♪

♪ Then we all gonna ride ♪

♪ Plan, prompt, strategize ♪

♪ Only fools in disguise ♪

♪ I'm pushing back motherfuckers when they come on my side ♪

♪ Never been the type to think about me because ♪

♪ My family is always talking down, making assumption ♪

♪ The paramedics coming to get you, all in the stretcher ♪

Homie, don't mess with my cheddar ♪

♪ I'll pinch holes in your sweater ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ Trust no one, these are enemies, after all ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ Can't trust myself myself nowadays, I'm a pest, after all ♪

♪ I find the big west sign, feeling so innovative ♪

♪ West Coast Cali, now you in the prison ranks ♪

♪ Bounce, rock, roll, skate ♪

♪ While I'm setting up dates ♪

♪ All my homies tie it down from the necks to their faces ♪

♪ Middle finger's up, I always said I would make it ♪

♪ Low riders, bandanas, homies pull up in Benz ♪

♪ Shit, I'm gonna keep on representing ♪

♪ For all of me handing ♪

♪ Shit, I'm gonna treat this microphone ♪

♪ Like I'm gripping a weapon ♪

♪ Feel my homeboys in the joint serving a life sentence ♪

♪ That's right, let's go, let's get it ♪

♪ Now how you think I plan on putting ♪

♪ My guard up in college ♪

♪ From the bottom slinging tapes ♪

♪ Out the back of my trunk ♪

♪ To making profits out the back ♪

♪ Listening to my gun ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ Trust no one, these are enemies, after all ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ Trust no one ♪

(fizzling)