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B...

A...

- You having fun, sweetheart?
- Yes.

Well, I hope you're doing better than me,
baby. What are you making?

- A necklace for Mom.
- Yeah? Let me see.

Wow.

Another one?

Yes.

- Honey?
- That's two today.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Honey?

Yeah?

You waiting for the help to get that?

I thought you and I were the help.

- Go wash up for dinner, pumpkinhead.
- Okay.

Mm, smells nice.
Is that take-out?

Mommy, look.

No!

No! No! No!

No! No!

You can't fight fate.

We better get the fuck out of here.
What are you doing? Come on.

God damn.

Oh! Oh, God!

Fucking stop! Let's go!

Just shut the fuck up!

It's cool. Kids like me.

No! Run!

Nick.

Bringham, what's happening?

Willis is a rowing buddy of mine.
Where are we on his kid's case?

- Willis?
- Yeah.

- Oh, I kicked that down to June.
- Now why did you do that?

Because the case was a dud.

The kid was only 15 years old
when he committed the murder.

So you wouldn't want to jeopardize
your 95% conviction rate.

- It's actually 96.
- 96 now?

Yes. You got to keep the books
better than that.

You know, if I didn't know any better,
I'd say you were gunning for my job.

You do know better,

and you know that I'm aiming
much higher than that.

They filed a motion to dismiss,

but there's no way
that Judge Abrams honors it.

I think that we can get him on RICO.

All that time and that's what you've
come back with, Sarah?

You might want to reevaluate
your research skills.

- What else have you got?
- She's right.

Mr. Rice?

RICO's designed for this kind of thing.

Check out section 901
of the Organized Crime Control Act.

And you should let Sarah
try this case, too.

Mr. Rice, last I checked,
I was running this room.

She's already done the legwork.
I'll oversee it.

I mean, Helen Keller could try this case.

Okay, Boy Wonder.

She fucks up, it's on you.

Don't fuck up.

Cantrell wants to see you.

- All right. I'll be right there.
- No. Nick.

He wants to see Nick.

You still torturing Bringham?

Let's just say I'm less impressed
with his Harvard degree than he is.

- We can't all have gone to Fordham.
- I went to Fordham night school.

You know what I learned
in Fordham night school?

It's that law school's got nothing
to do with law.

Guess you skipped the course
on inter-office politics.

All I need is a jury to like me.
Isn't that what you told me, Jonas?

The Shelton case.
Where are we?

Went sideways last night.
Judge Burch.

Bad news. What now?

Let's make the deal.

They killed a little girl, Nick.

It's an imperfect system.

And we, its imperfect servants.
However, you could win this case.

No, can't take that chance.

Some justice is better
than no justice at all.

You need to tell the husband.

Okay. That's part of my job.

Good, because he's
waiting for you right now.

What?

Do you trust me?

Do you trust me, Clyde?

Yeah. Of course.

Darby has agreed to testify against Ames.

With Darby's testimony,
Ames will go to death row.

What-- what--

Um, what about--
what about Darby, then?

Darby will plead guilty to murder.

- In what degree?
- Third.

He serves what, five years?
At best?

I don't understand. I'm sorry.

We had a setback, Clyde.

The judge ruled that the DNA
was inadmissible.

- What?
- Exclusionary rule.

The opposing counsel maneuvered it.

You said this part of the case
was clear-cut.

- We had the blood on his shirt.
- It's covered under the same rule.

What about the rest
of the forensic evidence?

It's not conclusive, Clyde.

Okay. That's okay,
because I saw-- I saw their faces.

I saw them do it. I mean--
They killed my little girl, Nick.

You blacked out, Clyde.
Your testimony won't be reliable.

You get on the stand,
and the defense will tear you apart.

The jury's going to believe me, though,
because it's the truth.

- We can--
- We could lose,

and then we'd have nothing.

You would waste a whole year,
spend millions of dollars,

and then both of them
can end up going free.

Nick, both of them are guilty,
especially Darby.

- You know that.
- It's not what you know, Clyde.

It's what you can prove in court!

Please don't make a deal with this man.
Please don't make a deal with this man.

- He's a monster.
- Clyde, I'm sorry. The deal is done.

I'm sorry.

I made the deal.

What? How could you do that?

This is just how
the justice system works.

Listen, I know you don't think it
right now, but this is a victory for us.

Your office has certified this agreement?

Yes, Your Honor.

Mr. Reynolds? Any great insights
to share with the court today?

No, Your Honor. No insights.

Good. Then I trust that we can move
forward with Mr. Ames' trial,

unimpeded by continuances.

A trial date is imminent.

Yeah?

There's no cell phones
in my courtroom, Mr. Rice.

- We've been over this--
- I'm sorry.

And over this, over this.

I had some exigent business. I was--

Next time, it's mine.

- Aw. You married?
- Excuse me?

Are you married?

Please fuck this up
so I can destroy you.

I wish ill for no man, but Ames deserves
to suffer for what he did.

I mean, you can't fight fate, right?

Nick.

Once you make a decision,
live with it. Move on.

In this job, your best asset's
a short memory.

- All right.
- Don't beat yourself up.

Too many other people out there
doing that already.

Look, there's some of them right now.

Isn't this where you tell me
some type of old fable or wives' tale?

All right, all right, I got one.

Marcus Aurelius hired a servant
to walk behind him

as he made his way through
the Roman town square,

and this servant's only job

was to whisper in his ear
when people praised him:

"You're only a man.
You're only a man."

- Okay, man? Okay, man.
- Okay, man.

- That's some bullshit.
- That's good.

I don't think you even know
what that story means.

You're missing the point, Nick.
It doesn't matter what they say.

Okay. I got this now.

All right, easy, easy.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,
one at a time, one at a time.

So you'll be seeking the death penalty?

For Rupert Ames, we will be.

- And for Darby?
- He has pled guilty to murder,

but he is a cooperating witness.

The DA's office has committed
all of its resources

to ensure that justice will be served.

Did you make any kind of offer
to Rupert Ames?

Do you truly feel this is
a fair sentence to Darby?

I just wanted to say thanks
for being in my corner.

It's nice when the system works, right?

Get away from me.

Come on, move!

Let's go.

- Uh-uh. What happened?
- What happened where?

What's wrong?

And you call my job boring.

- C minus?
- Yes.

- Well?
- Ahem.

Okay, now you going
to tell me what's wrong?

Can I talk to my daughter
for a little bit?

Oh, please.

- No.
- Please?

First of all, this is
your father speaking.

- Yeah. She didn't know that.
- You never know.

I want you to stay in there
as long as you can

because there's a lot
of crazy-ass people out here.

- Language!
- Your mother's a hard-ass.

I'm right here.

And Daddy wants you to come out
and be Daddy's little girl.

I want her to come out
because she's on my bladder.

Anybody seen my phone?

Hey, have you seen my phone?

It's not strapped to your hand?

No, it's not strapped to my hand.

Daddy.

Not going to have
some of my French toast?

- French toast? You make French toast?
- Mm-hmm.

I can't have any of that.
I'm running late.

Okay.

All right, here.

- That's good. You did this by yourself?
- Thanks. Mm-hmm.

You're better than your mother.

I heard that.

- Smells good in here. Your lifeline.
- Morning, Mommy.

Morning, baby.
Give me a kiss.

You going to your daughter's
recital this afternoon?

Um, I thought you were
going to order the DVDs.

The video's not the same, Nick.

Mom, it's okay.
Dad's got to work. I know.

See? It's all right. Dad's got to work.
And what is Dad doing today?

- Lock up bad guys.
- And why does he do that?

To keep us safe.

Yeah, because he wants us to be safe.

- Baby, get your cello.
- All right.

- Thank you so much.
- You're welcome.

A little Julia Child.

You know she's ten years old, right?

- You know that?
- I know that.

She doesn't understand
why you're never around.

- This good guy/bad guy stuff?
- Don't do this.

- That's just talk to her.
- Don't do this. Come on.

I can't come today.

You know, you have not been
to one recital.

- How many has she had?
- Enough.

Okay, well, we'll get the video,

we'll sit down, and we'll watch it
together as a family.

I love you.

All right? Thank you for the toast.

- Love you.
- Love you, too.

- Bye.
- Love you.

- So how's Chip?
- It's Chester.

- What happened to Chip? I liked Chip.
- There is no Chip.

And now there's no Chester.
He kept calling.

Sarah, that's a good thing.

I know, but I kept cancelling.
My case load's crazy.

You know you don't have to go to this
if you don't want to.

Yeah, I do. I--

What's it like?

No biggie. Like watching
somebody fall asleep.

Except for the not waking up part?

- Does it bother you?
- Not anymore.

Sarah, your legs are looking
real good in those heels.

What are you doing, Reynolds?

Why are you here?
Your DVD player broken?

Ames has no family. I felt like someone
should be here for him.

You just getting a little press?

Breathe.

What I did, it was wrong.

I should have never been there.

But I swear to God,
I didn't kill those people.

Wrong man's dying here today.

That's all.

Fuck!

Oh, God.

- Fuck!
- Oh, God.

Okay. Take her-- take her out.

- What the hell is going on here?
- I don't know.

Fuck!

What could have caused
the unexpected reaction of the inmate?

- You okay? Huh?
- Yeah.

So somebody kill the guy you were trying
to kill? What are we calling this?

A clear violation of
his 8th amendment rights--

- cruel and unusual punishment.
- Law school.

Yeah. The machine--
How does it work on a good day?

It's designed to be pain-free.

There's three drugs administered
in a specific order.

From this point on, we're operating
under the assumption

that the machine was corrupted.

We're going to need a list of all the
people who had access to that machine.

- My people would not do this.
- I appreciate that, Warden,

but I'm going to need more
than a hall pass and a note from Mom.

Detectives, we got something
in the back of the machine.

- Check it out.
- Let me see it.

Right there.

"Can't fight fate."

What is it, Nick?

During the home invasion, Ames'
accomplice said to one of the vics,

"You can't fight fate,"

and then he said the same thing
to me in the courtroom. Prick.

I can't remember his name, though.

Have a look at this. He your guy?

Clarence James Darby.

- He's a cutie. You got history with him?
- Put him away.

Three years. That the going rate
for murder these days?

There was extenuating circumstances.

The only extenuating circumstances
should be he didn't do it.

Still, three years at Marion?
Fucking gladiator academy.

You expect him to come back
a model citizen?

Well, if you scholars
wouldn't contaminate the crime scenes,

I could keep them locked up longer.

Authorities have refused
to comment at this point,

but foul play cannot be ruled out.

The prisoner had been on death row
for the past ten years.

His name was Rupert Ames.

All we know at this point

is what was supposed to be
a painless execution

has turned into something
out of a horror film.

Yeah?

Clarence Darby?

- And who's this?
- That's strike three for you.

Coke on the table,
bitch on the floor, life in prison.

Who the fuck is this?

Look out your window. South side.

Is this a joke?

- Get up.
- Aah!

South side.

Motherfucker.

Shit.

Out of the way.

Spread out.

He's heading north. Go! Go!

- Damn.
- Move it, move it! Go on!

What now?

Wipe your prints
off the gun. Get rid of it.

No, no, no.

You fired six times, genius.
You bring any ammunition? Lose it.

- Why are you doing this?
- I want to keep you out of prison.

See the abandoned factories?
Go toward them.

Why?

There's a cop car there with a cop in
it.

- What the fuck?
- I tasered him,

but he'll be waking up in another
90 seconds, so you'd better move.

Rise and fucking shine, bitch!
Wake the fuck up!

Let's go!
Start the fucking car!

- Do it!
- Okay, okay. Take it easy.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Let's go. Let's go.

Get it in gear, shithead! Now!

Do it! Go, go, go!

Get the fuck out.

Let's go.

Get the fuck down there.

Hey, what about my wife?
My little girl?

I'll never see them again.

Fucked up, ain't it?

Oh, oh, oh.

You don't mind if I take this, do you?

Got my guardian angel.
I am impressed.

You know why I'll never see
my wife and little girl again?

Because you took them from me.

You remember me?

Sure you do.

You came over
to my house once before.

You don't remember?

This tetrodotoxin...

should be nicely
into your system by now.

It's isolated from the liver
of the Caribbean puffer fish,

so it paralyzes you,

but leaves all the other neurological
functions perfectly intact.

In other words, you can't move...

but you feel everything.

It does absolutely nothing
to blunt the pain.

And you're about to experience
more of that

than you could ever fucking imagine.

These are tourniquets,

so you don't bleed out,
because you may be here a while.

Saline solution.
That should keep us going.

Clamps.

Nice and secure.

Comfortable?

You really are shaking.

Sure you're all right?

You'll love this.

Adrenaline.

Now, this is so you don't pass out.

There you go.
Does that feel good?

Good.

Now what we don't want
is you swallowing your tongue,

so bear with me.

Now, this is for your penis,
but we'll get to that later.

Scalpel.

For your eyelids,

in case you insist
on fucking shutting them.

You see...

I know what it feels like
to be helpless,

just like when I watched you
slaughter my whole family.

You know you can't fight fate.

Right, Darby?

Oh, and look-- I made this
specially for you.

You like it? See, I didn't want you
to miss anything.

Now you have
the best view in the house.

You hear that?

Your heart is beating so fast.

Now, me too.

Look.

Now they get to watch you suffer.

They'll be the last thing
you ever see,

as I cut off every single one
of your fucking limbs.

See, I wasn't lying when I told you
that I wanted to keep you out of prison.

That was the truth.

Thanks for the car.

Okay, these are all
the case files on Darby.

I vetted through what I could.

- We have crime scene photos--
- Don't need to see them.

Okay.

- What's bothering you?
- It's Darby.

All the crimes he's committed
have one thing in common--

that was violence.

But yesterday, at that execution,
that wasn't violence.

- That was--
- What?

- That was intellect.
- Okay.

- What are you thinking?
- I don't know.

I'm just thinking maybe we shouldn't
be looking for Darby.

Jesus Christ.

Rice.

Good news, counselor.
We found Darby.

I got to say, though,
he's looked better.

They found him
in about 25 pieces.

No legs, no arms,
eyelids were sliced off. Gruesome.

- Shedding tears for Darby?
- Not quite.

- I see your wheels turning.
- Think motive. Who has one?

The husband, the father.
What do we know about him?

He owned the warehouse
where they found Darby.

What else?

He's a tinkerer.
Little inventions, gizmos.

He holds two dozen patents
that made him some money.

He liquidated most of his wealth
a few years ago

to buy some industrial properties

around airports,
chemical plants, railyards.

- That doesn't add up.
- No. It's weird, right?

Search them all, Sarah.
See what you find.

Police!

- Get down! Get down!
- On your knees!

Face down! Face down!
Hold him down and cuff him.

The suspect's in custody.

The crazy ones
scare the shit out of me.

Is this guy a lawyer?

No. He's an engineer.

Nick, look at this.

We have zero evidence.
We're going to need a confession.

He give you any trouble
on the way in?

No. Nothing.

He wasn't too happy
when we took his bracelet, though.

- Can I help you?
- Package for the Rice family.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Mom, the video from my recital came.
Can we watch it?

- Please?
- No, not you.

No, Denise. We said we were going to wait
for your father, remember?

- Please?
- Not now.

Okay.

Uh-huh. Yes.

Yes, absolutely.

Mommy!

Don't worry. He's just disarming the guy,
letting him feel easy.

What I'm about to tell you
I don't want anybody else to hear.

As a prosecutor, I'm breaking
all the rules right now,

and I don't give a damn because I'm
a father, I have a little girl.

And what you did? Bravo.

The world is better
without Darby and Ames.

You're not going to see a tear shed
from me or anybody in my office.

With that being said,

I have a job to do.

I'm going to ask you some very simple
and direct questions.

I suggest that you answer them
in the same fashion.

Is your name
Clyde Alexander Shelton?

Yes, sir.

And you've waived
your right to counsel, correct?

- Yes, sir.
- You sure you want to do that?

Yes.

Did you murder Clarence Darby?

I wanted him dead.

He killed my wife and child.

Rupert Ames--
Did you murder him as well?

Rupert Ames deserved to die.

They both deserved to die.

So you arranged
both of those murders.

Yes, I planned it in my head.

Over and over again.
It took me a long time.

All right.
I guess we're done here.

Counselor.

You might want to cancel your 12:30 lunch
with Judge Roberts.

Excuse me?

In fact, you might want to cancel
the rest of the week

because you're going
to be busy. Sit down.

We're done here.
We have your confession.

Mm. Oh, you do?

On tape.

See, in our profession,
we consider that a slam dunk.

Oh, really? I don't think so.

Let's think back. What did I say?

That I wanted to kill
Clarence Darby?

Yeah, sure.
What father wouldn't?

That both Darby and Ames
deserved to die?

I think most people
would agree with that.

That I planned it over and over again
in my head? Yeah.

Who wouldn't
fantasize about that?

None of these are an admission
of guilt, Nick.

You might want to check the tape.

We know you did it.

Well, it's not what you know.
It's what you can prove in court.

Didn't you tell me that once?

The only problem with your theory

is that Darby's body
was found on your property.

One of my many properties.
An old, abandoned warehouse, Nick.

Junkies, they trespass
there all the time.

Isn't Darby involved in the drug trade?

That's an unsavory world.
I bet you a jury would agree.

Or perhaps someone
was trying to frame me.

You know, Clyde, there's
a lot of assholes in prison

that thought they were
smarter than me.

Let's stop fucking around.

Nick, unless you have
any hard evidence,

then why are we even here?

- Why are we having this conversation?
- What do you want?

Well, that's easy.

Now you're the one who makes
deals with murderers, yeah?

So I've come to make mine.

I will give you a confession,
a real confession.

You just have to give me
something in return.

Yeah, well, since you are a murderer,
what might that be?

A bed.

A nice bed.

I want a nice new one for my cell.

Rice.

You're gonna have to deal with that,
because the one I have is lumpy, Nick.

It's making me crazy.

Clyde, I think you got me confused
with the detail people.

See, I don't deal with prison conditions.

I believe those cots
are bolted into the cells.

That's what wrenches
are for, dumbass.

You know one of those new Duxiana beds
with the adjustable, you know,

the adjustable lumbar support?

- That's the one--
- I've seen the commercial.

- That's the one I want.
- Those are nice.

Because really, Nick--

- Comes on late at night.
- Frankly, I don't think--

- The two old people getting in bed--
- ...able to focus on much of anything

until I've had a good, revitalizing
night's sleep

in my therapeutic Duxiana bed.
So that's the deal.

You give me my bed,

you get your confession.

Okay. Let me think
about that for a second.

How about, uh...

Fuck no.

Hey. What are you doing?

- What do you mean, what am I doing?
- Why did you tell him no?

A mattress?

He doesn't make
those kinds of decisions.

Take your ego out of it, Nick.

Shelton's got a point.
This case is shit.

We need a confession, and a mattress
for a murder confession?

That's a pretty good deal.

- He's playing us, Jonas.
- Well, then we will play him.

Nick. There's an urgent call
from your office.

They say you're not
answering your cell.

I need to finish up here,
and then I will be home as soon as I can.

Listen to me-- The things
on this video, Nick--

I have never seen anything like it.
Please, just come home.

Listen, you need to calm down.
Tell her that it's not real.

- Okay.
- And that I love her.

Come home soon, please?

Kelly, did you see his face?

No, it was covered with something.
I couldn't see.

Okay, baby. Let me finish up here,
and I'll come home as fast as I can, okay?

Okay.

This motherfucker sent a DVD to my house
of him killing Darby.

- What?
- My daughter saw it.

He recorded it?
We've got him.

No, no. He had on a mask.
We need that confession.

You still want
to bargain with this man?

The art of the possible, warden.

Make the deal.

Back problems, warden.
The worst.

You got bigger problems than that.

It's the have nots in here, son.

I don't know that I'd want
to be the one have.

Turn around.

I don't think he likes me.

Nice bed.

Thank you. It's a single.

We can't put Clyde Shelton
anywhere-- not in a job,

not in a city, not even the country,
so I dug a little deeper,

and I found something
from his missing years--

A couple of contract payments to Clyde
from the Department of Defense.

And his real estate?

He bought nine properties
under his own name,

then he transferred them
to some corporation in Panama.

We can't get to the addresses.
A lack of reciprocity is our problem,

so I'm going to circle back
to the farm house.

That's a waste of time. He wanted us
to find it and find him there.

It's the industrial stuff that's curious.

All right, I don't care what you have
to do and who you have to piss off.

If we have to invade
Panama again, fine.

Clyde is hiding those properties
for a reason. Find them.

Got it.

Baby, you leave it cracked?

Hm? Yeah, I left it cracked.

- Night light?
- Isn't she too old for a night light?

- Yeah. I left a night light.
- Good.

Look, I told her
that that video wasn't real.

- Okay.
- Just some sort of horror film.

Something she shouldn't
be looking at anyway.

- Okay, good.
- She'll be okay.

Yeah. And you?

Am I what? Okay?

- Yeah.
- Of course.

- Don't I look okay? Mm?
- Yeah.

Nick is always okay.

Always. I'm extra-good.

In light of Mr. Shelton's economic means
and his potential flight risk,

the egregious nature of both Mr. Ames'
and Mr. Darby's deaths,

the state requests that bail be denied,
Your Honor.

Seeing as how you've waived
your right to counsel, Mr. Shelton,

do you have anything to say?
Mr. Shelton?

Do you have anything
that you'd like to say?

Yes, yes, yes, Your Honor.
Should I stand?

Please.

Your Honor, I'm a law-abiding citizen.
I'm just a regular guy.

I am not a flight risk.

And this is my first alleged offense,

and the prosection has not presented
one single piece of evidence against me.

Now, in these circumstances,

unless the state has obtained
some new piece of information

relating to my involvement
in the matter in question,

then I find it highly prejudicial,
even constitutionally offensive,

to keep me detained without bail.

It's a slippery slope, Your Honor.

Haven't we seen the result
of such violations,

both internationally and domestically?

Case in point would be Day v. McDonagh,
docket number 041325.

I am actually inclined to agree with you,
Mr. Shelton.

Your Honor, Mr. Shelton has agreed
to give us a full confession.

Has he given it, Mr. Rice?

No, Your Honor.

Well, then, in my opinion,

the state has failed to establish
a compelling basis for its motion,

and I will grant bail
in the amount of--

Your Honor, I would caution you
not to do that.

Thank you.

Excuse me?

No, I don't think I will excuse you.

You see, this is
what I'm talking about.

You were about to let me go.
Are you kidding me?

This is why we're here
in the first place.

You think I don't remember
who you are, lady?

I would tread carefully,
Mr. Shelton.

Well, how carefully should I tread?

Because apparently,
I just killed two people,

and you were about to let me
walk right out that door.

How misguided are you?

I feed you a couple
of bullshit legal precedents,

and there you go-- You jump on it
like a bitch in heat.

You all hang out in the same little club.

I'm warning you, Mr. Shelton, you will be
held in contempt of this court.

And every day, you let madmen
and murderers back on the street.

You're too busy treating the law
like it's a fucking assembly line.

- One more time.
- Do you have any idea what justice is?

- You are now in contempt of court.
- Whatever happened to right?

- Remove this man.
- Whatever happened to right and wrong?

Whatever happened to the people?

Bail denied.

- Whatever happened to justice?
- Bail denied.

And I bet you take it
up the fucking ass.

- Bitch.
- Bailiff.

Hey, see you later, Nick.

Insanity?

That's what you're building
your defense on? Insanity?

Nick, I told you I would give you
a confession,

and I meant it.

I saw a movie today.

- You did?
- My daughter saw the same movie.

Well, you taught your daughter
about good versus evil.

I don't have to.

Well, that's what this movie
was about--

good conquering evil,

the righteous prospering,
the wicked suffering.

I didn't get that.

I'm going to give you
one more chance, Clyde.

And don't test me,
because I will run you over.

Fair enough.

You did get me my bed.
A deal's a deal.

That was you on video
killing Clarence Darby, wasn't it?

Yes, that was me.

Okay, fair enough.

That was me, Clyde Shelton,
on the video, killing Clarence Darby.

Not good enough, Clyde.
I need specifics.

I took his fingers with bolt cutters,

his toes with tin snips,

his balls with a hacksaw,

and his penis with a box cutter.

How's that for specifics?

And Ames?

Switching the cannisters was easy.

Everything's automated
these days,

so I just hacked into
the shipping company's server

and swapped a few numbers around
so the package came to me.

Then I switched
the potassium chloride

with something a little more...

deliberate.

Well, I'm tired
of hearing your bullshit.

I got everything I need.

What now?

I go home. You go to prison.

You know, the righteous prospering,
the wicked suffering.

That'll make you feel
better about the system.

What if I had another
confession to make?

Call a priest.

But another confession
would mean another deal, Nick,

so you would have to give me
something in return.

You ever been to Del Frisco's?
They cater.

So for lunch, I would love
a 20-ounce porterhouse steak--

medium, maybe
a little bit charred--

with all the trimmings.

Pommes frites. Asparagus.
Butter squash.

Fuck you and your pommes frites.

I tell you what.

Can I have my iPod as well?

I'd love a little bit
of music with my meal.

First rule
of negotiating, Clyde--

you got to have something
to bargain with.

Would the life
of Bill Reynolds suffice?

Open it.

Who the fuck is Bill Reynolds?

Darby's attorney.

Tell me you located him.

I've got his wife. She reported him
missing three days ago.

Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.

It looks like I got something
to bargain with after all, Nick.

At the moment,
Bill Reynolds is still alive.

I'll tell you exactly where he is.

Just bring me my meal and my music
at 1:00 exactly.

1:00 sharp.

One o'clock, Nick.

Hold it right there.

All right, Duke. Up.

It's five to 1:00.

I don't take orders from him or you,

and inmates don't have
access to the time.

We tell them what time it is.

I don't care if he has a Rolex or not.

We need to stick to the timeline
that was agreed to.

Fuck him, Nick. Let him wait.

Christ, he sawed a guy's dick off.

Whether you like it or not,
we are on his time.

Check it again.

Where's mine, motherfucker?

Where's my fucking fried food at?

- Come on, I'm fuckin' hungry!
- What the motherfuck is this shit?

Steamed asparagus.

- Muenster macaroni and cheese.
- Wow.

Porterhouse steak,
seared, medium-rare.

Napkin, Nick.

Napkin.

Oh, excuse me. Waiter?

You might want to put 30% down
for yourself, my man.

- Hey, what time is it?
- It's 1:00.

Is that right, Nick?

It's 1:08.

Well, that's disappointing, Warden.

I mean, how can you expect me
not to fuck with you

when you can't even
be honest with me?

But late or not, Clyde, you have what you
asked for. Now where's Reynolds?

Can I have some silverware,
gentlemen?

Si--

You get a spork.

Idiot.

Thanks.

Come on, Clyde.

Okay. Here we go.

39 degrees,
57 minutes, 4 seconds north.

75 degrees, 10 minutes,
22 seconds west.

You better hurry, Nick,

because by anybody's watch
but the warden's, you're already late.

- Open the door.
- Where's my food, motherfucker?

I'll send ground units.

So I suppose if I don't
share this with you, you're gonna--

I'm gonna get the fuck up,

I'm gonna conk back
my right hand,

and I'm gonna split your whole fucking
skull in two. How about that?

Come on over here, join me.
There's plenty to go around.

Here. Enjoy.
Have some pasta.

Good.

What about some steak?
You like steak?

Yeah. Give me some steak.

I got a big piece for you.

There you go.
How's that?

Good, huh?

What'd you do
to get in here, anyways?

I did what I had to do.

So you got a girl or something?

It's a long story.

- Pilot, how much longer?
- ETA, two minutes.

How about you?
You have a girl?

I got a few broads back home.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

You don't have a boyfriend
in here, though, no?

Get the fuck out of here.

It's his. It's Reynolds'.

- Not a good sign, Nick.
- Just dig.

- Jesus Christ.
- Reynolds!

- He's unconscious.
- Reynolds!

He's gone, Nick. He's gone.

Oxygen.

Get something to get him out.

He got IV lines going to his--
He's got him cuffed.

Listen, you got your keys
to your cuffs?

That's it.

Oh, cripes.

Your lucky day, huh?
You got some food.

Here, want to take a shot at this?

- Oh, yeah.
- You know how to use it?

Shit, check this out.

Knock it off!

I need a shower, warden.

Get him out of there.

Dunnigan, what time do you have?

1:37.

Took us roughly 15 minutes to get here.

Yeah?

Reynolds' air was rigged
to shut off at 1:15.

If Shelton would have got
his lunch on time, he'd still be alive.

Fuck this guy, Nick.

He wants to play games,
we can play games, too.

We need to take the gloves off.

No.

Hey, Nick, it's Sarah.
Listen, Clyde murdered his cellmate.

The warden is furious.
He's moving him to solitary.

That's all I know right now.

We found Reynolds.

Moments too late, from what I hear.

I had to call his wife and tell her
that her husband had been buried alive.

Justice should be harsh, Nick,

but especially for those
who denied it to others.

And your cellmate?
What was that about?

You murdered a man
because your lunch was late.

No.

No, you murdered him,
because you couldn't keep your word.

We made a deal, you and I. 1:00 p.m.

Now that's a pretty important principle
I'd like you to start learning--

- keeping your word.
- Oh, really?

What principle was at work when you
tortured and killed those people?

That everyone must be held accountable
for their actions.

You think your wife and daughter
would feel good

about you killing in their name?

My wife and daughter
can't feel anything.

They're dead.

Hey, Nick, Clyde's real estate judge,
Stansfield, shut us down.

He's looking for some
sort of legal precedent

- that I'm not sure exists.
- But?

But I think I may have
found a way around it.

I'm going to call in
a favor from a friend.

Who's your friend?

You don't name your friends,
or they stop doing you favors.

- Something else Cantrell said?
- No. That was all you.

Jonas, hi.

She's thinking just like you, Nick.
Guess you trained her well.

One day she'll have my job.

Let's get some air.

Clyde's government contract payments
were bothering me,

so I pulled some ancient strings.

- We're meeting someone.
- Who might that be?

Someone who does
some really nasty shit

so we can live the American dream.

So Clyde finally lost it?

Somebody must have
really pissed him off.

You worked with Shelton.
Is that right?

Okay, first of all, I was never here,
and we never spoke.

Tell us what we're dealing with.
Shelton was a spy or--

Spies are a dime a dozen.

I'm a spy. Clyde is a brain.

He's a think tank-type guy.

His speciality was low-impact
kinetic operations.

That's a hell of a fancy way
to say that he kills people.

We kill people. He figured out how to do
it without ever being in the same room.

It was his gift, and he was the best.

One time, we're tasking
this tricky target.

I mean, we're using cruise missiles
and predators.

We even had a B-2 bomber
flying this guy's villa with J-DAM.

All right? We're burning up
millions in ordnance,

and we're getting nowhere
with this guy.

So we call Clyde, and we ask him
to solve our problem.

Clyde develops a kevlar thread

with a high-tech ratchet
made of carbon fiber.

Put it in a necktie. Two days later,
Mrs. Bad Guy comes home,

finds Mr. Bad Guy dead
on the bathroom tile--

choked to death.

What I'm saying is just assume

that this guy can hear and see
everything that you're doing.

No, we got him locked away.
Maximum security.

If he's in jail,
it's because he wants to be in jail.

He's a born tactician.
Every move that he makes,

it means something.

That cellmate that he killed?
You think that was random?

No. That's a pawn
being moved off the board.

If I were you, I'd be
looking for the next piece.

Anybody who had anything
to do with that case,

he's going to be coming after you.

So what are you saying?
You saying we can't stop him?

Walk into his cell
and put a bullet in his head.

Aside from that, no.
You can't stop him.

If Clyde wants you dead, you're dead.

- Hello.
- Sarah? Sarah, it's Nick.

Set up a meeting with Judge Burch.
We need her to help us keep Clyde on ice.

Help us with what, Nick?
The man's in prison.

It's worse than we thought.
Chester's your boyfriend, right?

Chester.

- Yeah.
- Good.

Maybe stay a few days
at his place.

And have Dunnigan send
a patrol car to my house.

Sorry about this, Sarah.

I can't supersede
the penal code.

You've already got him in solitary.

A half-decent paralegal will have him
out of there by next week.

We just want to limit his options,
give him less contact, less access,

even if it's just rescinding his mandatory
exercise period for a week.

- Under what cause?
- Whatever cause you want.

Wrap it around whatever
piece of legal doctrine

that helps you rationalize it,
Your Honor.

So let me get this straight--

You want me to violate
his God-given civil rights

in the name of some murky
sense of the greater good.

Is that the gist of it, gentlemen?

Okay. I'm game.

Just don't plan on it
sticking for long. All right?

Wait, are you going to take that?

After all the grief you've given me
over cell phones?

Well, that's one of the benefits
of being a judge, Mr. Rice.

I can pretty much do whatever I want.

Hello?

Oh, my God.

Back out, back out.

So you're killing judges now.

In my experience, Nick,

lessons not learned in blood
are soon forgotten.

And vengeance
keeps you warm at night.

Vengeance?

That's what you think
this is about? Vengeance?

- What else could it be?
- No, Nick.

I had 10 years for vengeance,
if that's what I wanted.

You don't think that I watch you
go to work every morning at 8 a.m.,

or that I watch Kelly
take Denise to school, 8:15?

No, I could have slaughtered you
or your family any time I wanted, Nick.

You even think about
touching my family--

You even think about touching my family--

I do my job.

I'm the best at it. It works.

You were doing your job the way
that best served you, Nick--

the way that best served you.

That has to change.

What do you want, Clyde?

You at war with the whole world?
It's not going to bring anybody back.

No, I'm at war with this.

This-- this broken thing.

This thing that brought
you and I together.

This broken thing works
for people that are sane.

You think doing what you're doing is
going to change anything?

You and whoever else you have
helping you are going to pay.

I don't think you have any idea
who's helping me or what I'm doing.

It's a matter of time.

See, you see the bodies.
You see the smoke.

But the larger picture still eludes you.

Do tell.

I would like to...

but I would rather show you.

I still have faith in you, so I'm going
to give you one last chance.

Here's the deal--

Release me
and drop all charges by 6 a.m.

- 6 a.m., Nick.
- Or what?

Or I kill everyone.

Hello.

Yeah, Sarah.
He has to have an accomplice.

Probably somebody
inside the prison.

We have to go through all the prison's
files to find some sort of connection.

Do you want the files
brought to the office?

No, there isn't time. Get everybody
together and bring them to the prison.

We're moving in.

Stop looking at your watch.

Anything from your friend?

This treaty with Panama is a mess.

We can't access anything
about specific property holdings,

but my friend found
this tiny loophole

that grants us access
to Clyde's corporate expenses.

Does that help?

So we match sale prices
of industrial property sold in Philly

up against purchases
made by his corporation.

Okay. I got it.

- Hey, Nick, can I ask you something?
- Mm?

Would you do it the same way now?
Would you still cut a deal for Darby?

This is the job, Sarah.
We have to make choices.

But did you make the right choice?

We made the right choice, right?

I don't know.

I'm 35, Nick,
and there are things--

there are possibilities
that I'm not going to have now.

And it's okay.

I know it's part of the deal.

And don't get me wrong--
I love working for you.

But I just want to make sure
that I gave up those things

for more than just
a high conviction rate.

All right. All right.

Let's just get focused here.

This guy's not God.
He's not the all-powerful.

He's just well prepared.
We need to be equally well prepared.

Take a couple of hours.
Go home.

Come back and we'll get
a fresh start, okay?

Hey, Nick, get some rest.

Give Chester my regards.
When do I get to meet him?

Oh, he's not ready for that.

Night, Jonas.

I don't know how this
was going to turn out, Nick.

We're going to stop him.
That's how it's going to turn out.

Sarah.

- Sarah.
- Ma--

In the past 48 hours,

six officials from the Justice Department
have been killed

in a series of vicious
and premeditated attacks.

This marks the first time in the history
of the United States

where government officials
have been, by all appearances,

systematically murdered.

We'll continue to follow this story
and bring you up-to-the-minute...

Nick, I'm sorry to have to do this now,
but we got something here.

We found this right outside the wall.

Radio beacon.

He sent an arming signal to the car bombs
when they went through the gate.

Security said they checked every car
before anyone got in.

They didn't check the gas tanks.

Very clever where he put them.
Real precise stuff, too.

Could have taken out a lot more
if he wanted to.

What about Nick's car?

That's the weird thing.
It's clean. Hadn't been touched.

I got to go.

Jesus Christ.

You see, we can't allow this.

- I know that.
- Watch your back.

- Privacy, please.
- Thank you.

So let me get this straight.

Not only do we know who did it,

we have him locked up
and he's still killing people?

You boys sure
fucked this one up.

The press is going to kill us.

Can someone explain this to me?

We can't yet.

How did this get away
from you, Jonas?

It's complicated, April.

He's very smart.
He's very angry.

We assume he has an accomplice
helping him on the outside.

I'm not having this conversation.

I don't care how smart he is
or who's helping him.

Release a statement saying we have
suspects, we're following leads.

- Nothing alarming.
- Mayor, you have my word.

We are going to stop this guy.
He's not going to hurt anybody else.

I'm assigning security
to each of you from now on.

Get this situation
under control, gentlemen.

No phone calls,
no credit cards, no computers.

Just cash.

Daddy, are you coming?

Oh, yeah. Of course.
Of course I am.

You better, Nick.

- We need to go.
- I love you. Come on, baby.

- Love you, Daddy.
- Love you, too.

Nick, phone lines are clear.

No bugs. Nothing's been tampered with.
You're good.

Should have taken my deal.

Bitch. Six fucking innocent people.

Is that how you want to play this?

- Huh? Huh?
- It's okay. It's okay, Nick.

I know you're angry.

That's good. That's what it takes.
That's how it has to be.

What if I said you was right
and I was wrong?

What if I had said
"Let's take him to trial," huh?

Then I would say you're making progress.

And we might have lost!

And Ames and Darby would both go free.
Don't you get that?

Fuck.

You didn't care, Nick.
You didn't even try.

You could've walked out of that courtroom
with your head held high.

I could have lived with that, Nick.

I keep my head up.
And you will end this.

I'm just getting warmed up.

This is von Clausewitz shit.
Total fucking war.

I'm going to pull
the whole thing down.

I'm going to bring
the whole fucking diseased,

corrupt temple down on your head.

It's gonna be biblical.

Jesus, Nick,
she was a good kid.

Did we bring this all on ourselves?

Absolutely not.

You don't actually
believe that, do you?

All right, gentlemen.

Sorry, but we need to get going if we're
going to make it to the press conference.

Everybody stay sharp.

We're on the move.

- We all right?
- It's dead.

Electrical system's fried.

Garza, what's going on back there?

Dunnigan, tell them
to get Jonas away from here.

What the fuck is that?

Get down, get down!

Jonas!

- Jonas! Jonas!
- No, Nick! Get back!

Jonas! Get your hands off me!

Jonas! Get out of the car! Jonas!
Get off of me!

Please, listen to me.

Jonas!

Jonas...

I told you to handle this.
You didn't.

Now we have a jailed psychopath

who's managed to bring
this entire city to its knees.

One of my friends
was just murdered.

More than one of my friends
is gone, Mayor. I--

What I should do is fire you.
Hmm? Right now.

I resign.

- Is that your real answer?
- I think that's best.

No.

I'm not going to allow that to happen.
Bring me the Bible.

I'm not going to let
some criminal decide

whether Philadelphia
has a DA or not.

As of now, you're acting
district attorney.

We'll have a formal swearing in later.

For now, this will suffice. Stand up.

Put your left hand on the Bible.
Raise your right hand.

Repeat after me.

- I, Nicholas Rice...
- I, Nicholas Rice...

- ...do solemnly swear...
- do solemnly swear...

- ...that I will support...
- that I will support...

- ...obey...
- obey...

...and defend the Constitution
of the United States...

and defend the Constitution
of the United States...

And the Constitution
of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.

People aren't going to work.
Kids aren't going to school.

They're scared,
and I don't blame them.

So I'm implementing the emergency
provision of the Philadelphia code.

We're going to lock this city down.

Starting now, no one moves
in this city unrestricted.

I want a show of force
for the public--

uniforms, detectives, 12-hour shifts.

Put an armed cop on every corner.

If you have to give shotguns
to the meter maids, do it.

There should be no doubt
in people's minds

that this city's secure
and under our control.

Okay, Clyde. I get it.

Listen, that contraption
that killed Cantrell,

it was a weaponized bomb disposal robot.
Can you believe that?

Damn thing had video,
night vision, you name it.

It fired military API,
for Christ's sakes.

That's anti-tank rounds, Nick.

I think he's saving you for last.

Nick, I'm serious.

I appreciate the insight.

Nick, we got to get
in front of this guy

if you want to stay alive.

I may have a way.

Something a friend
is helping me out with.

Who's your friend?

A friend named Chester.
I'll call you back.

Thank you, Sarah.

It's Nick.

Give me the real estate listing
of every industrial property

sold here in the last ten years.

Motherfucker!

You're kidding me, right?

You're saying
Clyde owns this place?

- Something about it sticks out, right?
- Yeah.

Uh, are you going to do
what I think you're going to do?

What about his civil rights?

Fuck his civil rights.

Yes. Yeah.

- There's got to be something in here.
- Yeah.

Remember this?
From outside the house?

- Yeah.
- Get that right there.

Un-fucking-believable.

Look at this.

Watch your step.

This guy tunneled into prison?

Oh, shit.

Fuck. Semtex.

He's got police uniforms.
Other disguises.

He tunneled into every cell.

Over here.

Shit.

He wanted to be transferred to solitary.

Surprise, motherfucker.

He's not here.

If he's not there,
then where is he?

- Nomos, what happened to your eye?
- Oh, long story.

Stop right there, sir.
Let me see your ID, please.

- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you.

Turn around, sir.
Extend your arms.

- Something going on tonight?
- The Mayor.

Mm, the Mayor.

Look at this.

He tapped into the prison cameras.

Jesus, he's got cameras
everywhere.

Von Clausewitz.

Look at that.

He's at City Hall.

You're free to go, sir.

- Sorry for the inconvenience, sir.
- No, don't worry about it.

Better be safe than sorry, right?

Get ready to evacuate
the building.

We're going to need a tactical unit
and a bomb squad.

Bad idea.
Have them come in soft.

If Shelton spots them
or any of us, we're fucked.

Hey.

- Where's the tactical team?
- En route.

- They're coming in soft, no sirens.
- Bomb squad?

- You're looking at it.
- Right.

Okay, we take the north stairs,
you take the west. We'll call.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- IDs, please.

He's the fucking DA.

Good for him. IDs, please.

- What's going on in here tonight?
- Security meeting with all the brass.

- What floor?
- Sixth floor, Caucus Room.

- What floor is this?
- That's the fifth floor, sir.

Directly below the Caucus Room.

We catch this motherfucker
red-handed, we got to take him alive.

Where is he?

What the fuck
are we looking for?

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Right there.

Stand back. Don't touch anything.

Wasn't exactly my first instinct.

May I see your ID, please?

Clear.

All good. All right,
next car, move forward.

Not what I--

That's napalm, basically.

This shit will take out
the entire floor and the one above us.

Looks like it's-- looks like it's
triggered by this cell phone here.

What, so an incoming
call arms it?

Yeah. Maybe 30 seconds
till boom time.

Jesus.

Dunnigan, what are you doing?

- I'm calling the Mayor's security.
- We can't. Clyde is watching.

He sees them evacuating,
he will detonate this thing.

We don't tell the Mayor anything.

So what do we do?

Wait a second.

We got something.

He's pulling up.

Thank you for coming in
on short notice.

I have one simple question.

Why is Clyde Shelton still in my city?

Now, I refuse to believe

that one man is smarter
than Homeland Security,

the FBI, the Sheriff's Department,
or Philly P.D.

I don't care how we do it

or what kind
of obscure legal justification

we have to invoke, gentlemen.

I don't care what laws
we have to bend.

I am sure that there is a provision
of the Homeland Security Act

that we can activate.

Just get him out of here
by tomorrow.

Clyde.

Nick.

I wasn't expecting company.

Yeah, I would have, uh,
I would've cleaned up a little.

Never seen anybody
tunnel into prison before.

And the, uh, solitary confinement
was clever.

Well, that's how winners play.

We convince the other guy
he's making all the right moves.

So did you ever catch my accomplice?

Yeah, I did.

It's the end of the road for him now.

You played us, Clyde.
You played us real good.

Thank you.

You know, I'm glad
you finally get to appreciate

some of the effort that I've
put into all of this.

Well, you set out to make a point,
Clyde. You made it.

No. People still don't get it.

They don't appreciate
what I'm trying to say, Nick,

but they will soon enough.

A man I cared about once told me

that we can't retract the decisions
that we've made.

We can only affect the decisions
we're going to make from here.

What, are you trying
to save me now, Nick?

I'm giving you a way out.
Big difference.

Stand up for those principles
you've been preaching.

See, we're all held accountable, Clyde.
That includes you.

Why don't we do
the right thing here?

I'm doing the right thing, Nick.

You just have to see it that way.

By murdering all those people?

All you're doing is destroying
the memory of your daughter

and causing the same pain
that you're suffering from.

So what do you suggest, Nick?

Huh? Make another deal?

One final offer?
Is that what it is?

I don't make deals
with murderers anymore, Clyde.

You taught me that.

Finally.

Finally.

Well done. Bravo.

Maybe I wasn't
such a bad teacher after all.

If you go through with this, Clyde,

it's a decision you'll have to live with
for the rest of your life.

I'm sorry, Nick.

Me, too.

Like I said, Clyde, it's a decision

you'll have to live with
for the rest of your life.

Which I figure by now
is about 25 more seconds.