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Hey, you believe in karma, bill?

Karma?

Yeah. You know how

the way you act now affects what happens to you later?

I mean, I'm a good guy. I go to church,

I don't cheat on my taxes,

hell, I even hold the door for old ladies.

Meanwhile,

we've been doing this for eight years.

Hauling his ass in and out of his chair.

Ain't so bad.

He doesn't give us much lip.

No. He just sits there.

Smiles like he's better than us

guard: You mind carrying him today?

Bill: That's fine. Whatever.

All right, Seavers.

Let's go.

(Groans)

(Groaning)

(Straining)

(Bones cracking)

(Tires squeal)

Hey, Jimmy.

What do you say, Luke?

I just wanted to explain.

Why I told you I didn't know that Congressman.

Nevins.

And why I said my family had no idea what the beltway was.

Okay.

Look, I just didn't want people to get ideas about me.

You know?

Before they got to know me.

I get it.

You do?

Luke, you're not the first guy

to come down to Texas to get out

from under his daddy's shadow.

I just didn't mean to lie to you.

What's up?

Check this out.

Green bean seems off his game.

Well, Jimmy's got a pretty simple code.

Don't treat him like a mushroom.

A mushroom?

Feed him bs and keep him in the dark.

(Laughing)

Whatever problems you have with your family,

that's your deal.

Okay? But when I

ask you a question,

I expect an honest response.

Fair enough?

Okay.

Guys.

Curt seaver escaped from prison

curt seaver the serial killer?

Did he get help? I thought he was paralyzed.

Apparently not.

Curt seaver has always been two men.

The highly intelligent, charming Professor of English

and the psychotic, calculating killer.

What we got to figure out

is which one is out there right now,

before seaver shows us.

Until his arrest in 2001,

he hid his antisocial behavior from the world.

The same way he's been hiding

that he can walk.

Seaver was believed to have been paralyzed

from the waist down after an escape attempt,

but now, his doctors say because his spine wasn't severed,

he could've conceivably recovered.

So somehow, along the way, he got better.

He made a plan,

and he waited for his moment.

We now know that seaver is armed.

After he killed his guards,

he took their guns and their tactical knives.

We've alerted all the city colleges and universities.

That's where he used to scope out his victims.

Brunettes, 19 to 23,

with freckles. A specific type.

When seaver killed, he was careful

and methodical.

Never on his own campus.

The one time he killed on impulse,

he got caught.

Student walked into his office,

fitting his victim profile. He stabbed her to death

with a pen.

You know, he couldn't control

the killer inside him.

The question is,

"is he at that point now?"

Who is seaver today?

Is he the cold, calculating killer?

Is he the monster he can't control?

Or the charming Professor that can blend his way

into any situation

and possibly slip away?

It all boils down to this, people.

Is he running?

Or is he hunting?

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This was... this is seaver's cell.

First time I've seen it in eight years

that he wasn't inside of it.

Wasn't big on the decoration, huh?

No. Most prisoners like

to keep personal effects. It helps them

hang on to some shred of humanity.

But curt seaver didn't have any.

Did he talk to any of the guards? Other prisoners?

No. He was quiet.

He made it easy to forget he was even here.

Which I now realize is what he wanted.

There had to be signs

that he could walk, and I missed them.

Now, I got to bury two of my men.

Didn't have a cellmate?

Disabled prisoners get singles.

Well, he could have been exercising his legs

all night long. Nobody would have seen it.

What have we got here? I got boxes and boxes more of those.

Sick world we live in where curt seaver's got fans.

What kind of fans are we talking about, warden?

Lonely women, mostly. Love letters, marriage proposals.

I'm gonna need all of them

and any responses he wrote back.

I'll see to it you get them.

And library slips, work records,

medical history, all those things, okay?

Yeah. If this guy's got paper on him, we want it.

My people are putting that together for you right now.

Is there anything else that I could do to help?

I was charged

with keeping this guy caged,

keeping people safe from him,

and I failed. So, now...

We're gonna catch him.

But there is something you can do for me.

(Buzzes sound, door unlocks)

You miss my voice?

My smile? Hmm?

Mason...

Your cell is on the same unit as curt seaver's.

I want to know what you know about him.

I bet you do.

I can tell you a little bit.

But you got to do something for me.

You can k.

This is...

Something I wrote for my little girl a couple months back.

Sissy?

I haven't sent it.

I don't want strangers reading my mail.

I'm gonna read it, too, Mason.

That's fine.

Because you and me?

We know each other, right?

I'll get it to her.

Tell me what you know about curt seaver.

Not much to tell.

Kept to himself.

Didn't get in no trouble.

What about the letters?

That's the only thing we found in his cell.

Must have been his one thing.

His "one thing?"

That thing that gets you through this place.

That thing you put in your mind, you focus on.

Could be revenge.

Could be love.

So you've been in here, what? A couple months now?

Seaver's been in here for eight years.

He ask you about the outside world?

You really gonna send that letter?

Seaver never talked to me.

Then just last month...

He did.

He started asking me questions about what I did,

how I planned to get away... (Chuckles)

...How I got caught.

He even asked me

what I would have done different.

I said, "mexico would be out."

(Laughs)

Won't make that mistake again.

No, you won't.

I told him to take the 249 going north.

Busy, but not too busy.

Things get hot,

there's plenty of, uh, nooks and crannies

to hide in.

So you think he's running?

All right, Mason.

You can go back to your cell.

You're gonna catch him?

Damn right I am.

Be careful when you do.

He's not as sweet as me.

(Barking)

Hey there.

That is the exact van I had when I was a teenager.

How much are you asking? $2,800.

That's a paltry sum to travel back in time.

(Chuckles)

Hey. Can I take a look inside?

No problem.

Uh, put a brand-new set of tires on her last month.

(Dog barking)

(Barking)

(Barking continues)

(Engine starts)

Hpd called. The prison van

was just found near a goodwill collection bin in willowbrook.

Seaver's running. He's gonna need a car.

We need reports of every

stolen vehicle within a ten-mile radius

of where he dumped the prison van.

Annie: I just want to be out there.

Daisy: Tell me about it.

I have wanted posters going out statewide,

and we got hq working on a national release.

I want the public notified as soon as possible

I don't think we have to worry about that one.

Erybody lo a serial killer.

Jeez.

Hey.

Hey.

What's up?

Do we need to talk?

About what?

After the other night...

I just didn't want things to get weird.

Weird how?

You know, weird? Awkward? Strange?

Are you serious?

Luke...

All we did was...

Okay, sorry. Do you need to talk?

Don't you?

No. We're good.

What are we learning from seaver's prison mail?

Only one thing so far.

There's a lot of lonely women out there,

willing to do just about anything for a serial killer.

What about his letters?

There any clues about where he's going?

No. I mean, they all read like term papers.

He writes about history, literature...

Never about himself.

Guy doesn't use the word "I" in a sentence.

All right, well, keep digging.

As far as we know, these are his one thing

that he cared about while he was in jail.

Well, we've got more than 3,000 letters.

Where do we start?

How many are from Texas? Hundreds.

Start with those,

organize them by zip code.

Start with the Houston girls.

One of them might try and help him.

Or one of them could be his next victim.

Marco: Hey, Annie, it's our lucky day.

We got a dozen people who spotted seaver.

Two of them also know who killed jfk,

and we've got a psychic who says he's transferred his soul

to an African fruit bat.

Anyone useful? Well, one guy, maybe.

Said he wrote a book on seaver.

Seaver never gave any interviews.

He never talked to anybody.

Want me to get rid of him? No.

Ed castwick, this is Annie frost.

Appreciate you coming down here.

That being published?

Uh... not just yet.

Anyway, I-I've been interested in seaver

since... well, since seaver was seaver,

and I've done over a year and a half of research on this book, but,

look, I'm here today because I have an idea.

I... I don't think that seaver's

gonna dive right back into killing.

You think he's gonna run?

Why?

Because it's the smart move,

and he's been smart in the past,

until the perfect victim landed directly in front of him.

We need to make him

act impulsive again... Maybe you should have

your 20-something female officers dye their hair,

wear makeup as freckles, dress modestly,

wear crucifixes...

Crucifixes?

Look, the whole world knows that seaver

looked for a very specific physical type.

Yeah, people say that, um, those women looked like his mother.

(Snaps fingers) Boom. Right there.

I agree with those people.

His mom tried to stab him to death

before she took her own life.

Exactly. Now, seaver's mom

was not only manic-depressive but also deeply religious,

and I think she did what she did because she believed

that seaver was born of original sin.

Okay, so my theory is that seaver

is unconsciously looking for victims

with other qualities like his mom, not just looks.

Crucifixes, religious women. Yeah, and I just,

I don't think he's looking for another victim right now.

I just don't... but...

If we were to dangle one in front of him...

(Laughs) Yeah, okay.

The Houston metropolitan area

is over 10,000 square miles.

With the time we have...

I get it, I get it. It was just an idea.

Okay. Anything else?

Uh... no, no. But you know what,

you can hold on to this.

Thank you. If you do think of anything else, you call me.

Okay.

"Men have become the tools

of their tools."

Thoreau said that.

Don't ever let a parking meter hold you hostage.

Thanks.

(Quietly): oh, my God.

Help me.

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Jimmy: You're looking at the first girl who survived curt seaver.

Pepper spray.

That's my kind of woman. The doctors say her wounds

do match the knife that seaver stole from the prison guards.

She fought back, but he caught her good.

He's hunting, Annie.

This is out of pattern... I mean,

he didn't pick her up at a college campus.

So what, do you just think it was bad luck?

Ruth just crossed his path? Well, if that's the case,

I mean, what the hell was seaver doing in south Houston,

near a strip mall?

That's not running.

No.

(Sighs)

Hi, Ruth.

My name is Annie frost.

I'm a u. Marshal.

I took the quarters.

He held them out...

And I took them.

This wasn't your fault.

Ruth...

I need you to help me.

Get him off the streets, okay?

Do you remember if he was carrying something?

Was he coming out of a store?

Was he headed somewhere?

He was in a van.

I saw him make a u-turn.

Did he turn around for me?

What happened next?

He tried to push me inside.

And then he just...

He started stabbing me.

He was trying to kill me.

But you beat him.

You're alive.

You got away.

(Laughs softly) He tried running after me, but...

When he... Jumped out of the van,

his legs just... just gave way.

Do you remember what the van looked like?

Burgundy. Old.

From the '80s.

With a sign on it for a business.

Ruth...

I'm gonna leave my business card right here.

Okay? If you need anything.

You did so good.

You hurt him.

You won.

And that's gonna help us win.

Jimmy, we got to put a bolo out

on a 1980's model burgundy van,

some kind of business sign on the side.

Somebody somewhere must have seen that vehicle.

(Faucet running, pained gasps)

(Pained gasps continue)

(Groans loudly)

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(helicopter blades whirring in distance)

Tv newswoman: This afternoon, U.S. marshals

released a description of a van

escaped serial killer curt seaver

was thought to be driving.

Now authorities are urging residents

of the meadowgate woods community to stay in their homes

and lock their doors,

after receiving a tip that seaver's van

was spotted entering the neighborhood's south entrance

less than an hour ago.

We need a sweep of the entire neighborhood,

knocking on every door,

making sure every person is in every residence

is accounted for.

We need checkpoints

at both north and south entrances.

I'll coordinate with hpd.

Secluded homes... there's a lot of families in 'em.

A lot of places to hide.

Daisy: Annie, we have something.

Man: The house is clear.

Seaver's definitely been here.

He picked the right house.

Newspapers in the driveway.

And they didn't bring their garbage cans in.

They're out of town.

Lucky them.

Seaver was looking for a place to clean up,

regroup after his attack on Ruth.

Question is, what was he regrouping for.

He had the tv tuned

to live news coverage.

He knew we were coming.

Yeah.

These homes have thousands of acres of woods around them.

And Ruth said seaver's leg went out on him.

If he's walking, he's walking weak.

You really think he'd go out there?

Annie, look at this boot track.

It could be seaver's.

It's gonna be good and dark out there in a half hour.

You know, there's only two roads out of here.

If your face was all over the news...

I know which way I would go.

(Barking)

Jimmy: Seaver's got a couple hours jump on us.

Even with his bad legs,

he's probably moving at least two miles an hour.

He's probably looking for the path of least resistance.

A road or a trail or something.

You know, there's campers and hog hunters out here.

And even if you see somebody

with flir, it doesn't mean it's seaver.

Well, even if it isn't seaver,

it's somebody who shouldn't be out here right now.

You taught Luke

tracking, huh, when you took him hunting with you?

You think he's gonna need that in Washington?

Man, come on, Jimmy.

Take it easy on him.

He's all right.

He lied to me about something

he didn't need to lie about.

(Helicopters whirring)

Annie: I got something.

Jimmy: Kicked over a campfire.

That's what it was picking up on.

So where's the camper?

Something scared him off.

Jimmy.

Here you go.

Nice and quiet.

Annie: Go ahead.

Jimmy: Took his jacket and his boots.

Daisy?

Marco, Annie just called.

Confirmation that seaver is in the woods.

He just killed a camper four miles northeast from here.

Get the choppers over there now!

I want that forest lit like it's daytime.

Come on, people! Let's go! Let's go!

(Helicopter whirring)

His body's still warm.

What? It can't be more than 50 degrees out here.

He can't be too far.

Jimmy: He's headed west.

Seaver: Hey! Hey!

Help! Over here!

Huh. Oh.

Man, am I glad to see you.

You all right, buddy? No.

I've been lost for six hours.

I messed up my knee.

Well, how did you get here?

I-I went hiking this morning.

I got completely turned around.

I tripped over a root.

Well, you're safe now.

I was just headed out, and you can go with me.

My truck's not too far.

(Sighs) You got a cell phone?

Sorry.

What's the point of escaping civilization

if I'm just gonna bring it with me?

Name's Daniel.

Good to meet you, Daniel.

I'm curt.

Nice to meet you.

(Helicopters whirring)

Why the hell did seaver change directions?

Annie, look.

There's two separate tracks.

He found

another victim. You see the ridge?

They're muck boots.

Seaver's with a hunter.

Who'd have a gun.

You know, there's no signs of a struggle.

So he must have needed something from him.

A way out.

They're headed north.

A fire road. That leads

to this highway.

Daisy!

We've got a location. We're at Greek coordinate...

K-62.

K-62. Seaver's either taken a hostage,

or he's been picked up.

Now look for any vehicle

headed north on a fire road.

See? I told you it wasn't that far.

You got it now?

I appreciate it, man.

Ah, no problem.

(Helicopters whirring)

Looks like you weren't the only one

who was lost in the woods tonight.

Annie, seaver's gone.

All we found were tire tracks in the mud.

We're pulling the treads to I.D. The vehicle.

By the time we track it down, seaver will have

killed whoever he's with.

Hemingway's always portrayed as this macho hunter,

but it was deeper than that.

Hemingway admired what he killed.

I read old man and the sea when I was a kid, and that's...

That's Hemingway, right?

Mm.

Hemingway loved animals.

In 1945, he had 23 cats and five dogs.

(Phone buzzes)

Dogs I can understand, but...

Do you have dogs?

No. Wife's allergic to 'em.

Oh, speak of the devil.

Hey, hon.

Honey, calm down.

No, I don't bring my phone...

I was in the woods...

Tell her everything's all right,

you'll be inside in a minute.

I'll be right in.

Good.

23 cats?

Can you believe that?

Thank you, sir.

Sir, they tell me your wife's doing okay, that

she's dehydrated, in shock.

He had us tied up for seven hours.

He told me

that he chose not to kill us

because he liked that I read old man and the sea.

Seaver was here until the early hours of the morning.

What was he doing?

He took my clothes,

he had my wife cook dinner for him.

Said he hadn't had a decent meal in eight years.

Then what? He took a shower.

Then he slept.

Then he told me that if I even thought about breaking free,

that he would have to kill my wife in front of me.

During all that time,

did he say anything that would indicate where he's going?

He said that he had something better to do,

and he didn't say what it was.

He take your car?

And our wallets.

He packed a bag full of clothes,

a couple of my guns, and my hunting knives.

If we need you for anything else?

Just call me on my cell.

I don't think we want to be around here anymore.

(Engine revving)

You got to eat something, Annie.

Seaver regrouped again.

Just like he did in the first house.

Until we drove him out of there.

And into the woods.

We've had him on the run ever since he attacked Ruth marler.

What about before that?

Ruth said he did the u-turn for her.

He was headed somewhere.

Ruth just distracted him.

So, trying to kill Ruth was compulsive, sloppy,

just like the first time he got himself caught.

So where was seaver going in the first place?

Mason boyle thought he wanted to know the best way

for a fugitive to get out of Houston.

He told him to go north on 249.

Well, if seaver was in south Houston

when he got sidetracked by Ruth, he wasn't trying to get away.

Were there any letters sent to seaver from south Houston?

Zip code 77587.

Wow.

Looks like 15 or so letters

all from the same woman

over a year and a half.

Looks like she stopped writing him

about three months ago.

But he never stopped writing her.

Must have been something different about this girl.

Gwen broderick.

Return address is a p.O. Box.

Brown hair, thin, freckles.

Fits the profile of seaver's victims.

"Born of original sin..."

"I pray for your soul, till the hour of your death..."

It's what that author said.

Ed?

Ed castwick. He said

seaver's mom tried to kill him

because he was illegitimate,

because he was born of original sin.

Wait. So, Gwen broderick doesn't just look like seaver's mother.

She sounds like her.

This poor girl is pushing all of seaver's buttons

without even knowing it.

Let's look up her dmv file.

Fine.

Nothing in the dmv.

Or social security.

She was probably using an alias to write him.

Yeah. There might be another way to look her up, though.

Look at the tattoo on her arm.

Sloppy lines?

Looks like jailhouse ink.

Our bible-thumper did time?

Check on the d.O.C. Tattoo database.

Left wrist, flower.

Left... wrist,

flower.

There's only one match.

Same tattoo.

Only her name's not Gwen broderick.

It's Tammy keyes.

She was booked a year ago for solicitation?

She's a prostitute?

Why would a prostitute be writing a serial killer

posing as a bible-thumper?

I don't know, but if seaver's going

to look for her, he's going to have to check

that p.O. Box first.

What if he already has?

Shouldn't be locked.

Give me your Baton.

Ready?

U.S. marshals. Open up!

She's coming now.

Annie: Tammy keyes?

Go. Go.

You Tammy keyes?

Yeah. What's going on? Where is curt seaver?

Who? The serial killer that you've been writing to

for the past year and a half.

What are you talking about?

The house is clear.

Marco!

We got one down!

That's you, Tammy.

That's my picture, but I didn't write

any letters.

A John hired me

to take those photos.

It's the one time I got paid for putting clothes on.

Who was the John?

I don't remember his name.

Um... it was ed,

I think.

Something with a "c."

I can look it up. On your computer?

On my web site... I screen everybody.

Marco: That's weird. Gwen broderick is the name

listed on the p.O. Box, but it was paid by someone else.

Who?

Ed castwick.

Annie: Ed castwick?

Yep.

That was him. That's the guy

who wrote the book on curt seaver.

(Doorbell rings)

Castwick: Coming!

(Knocking)

What's your name?

What's your name?!

It's ed.

Are you the reason Gwen stopped writing me?

Hpd is putting a perimeter around ed castwick's house.

This idiot toys with the mind of a serial killer

to get information for a book?

He couldn't expect that seaver

was gonna try and escape from prison again.

Yeah, well, he's dancing with the devil.

"In looking at that crucial moment,

"that frenzy of pain and death

"when his mother attacked a six-year-old...

"Curt seaver and killed herself, it's safe to say

"that one incident...

...Is the crucible where a monster was born."

(Whispers): wow.

You got me good...

...Gwen.

I'm so sorry.

I was... I was just trying to understand you.

That's why you made up Gwen.

That's why you...

Asked me all those questions.

(Muffled grunts)

You wanted to understand me.

Don't worry.

You will.

(Ed yelling with duct-tape over mouth)

(Muffled): no! No!

(Ed yelling, woman whimpering)

(Muffled): no!

Annie: U.S. marshals! Hold your fire!

(Gunshots)

I gotcha.

Annie, check the front.

(Engine roaring)

(Tires squealing)

(Tires squealing)

(Gunshots)

(Gunshot)

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(gunshots)

(Gunshot)

(Grunts)

(Groans)

(Panting)

(Gunshot)

(Buzzer sounds, door unlocks)

Glad it happened

the way it did.

The way what did?

That. You shot him in self-defense.

See, the thing is,

I'm not at all convinced this place could've held that man.

But you caught up to him

and you stopped him.

So thank you.

Well, I was charged with bringing him in.

I had to take him down... What happened's not a win.

Well, it's not a loss.

It's just what happened.

(Buzzer sounds, door unlocks)

You're still alive.

Disappointed?

You give sissy that letter?

Tsk.

Actually, no.

I thought you were my friend.

This isn't the right letter to give your daughter.

I said I'd read it... I did.

This...

Is gonna confuse her.

Hearing what a good man you are

when she knows everything you've done, Mason.

What am I supposed to say?

Tell her she's a good kid.

That just 'cause you're her father,

it doesn't mean she's got to end up like you.

What, are you my shrink now? (Laughs)

She still loves you.

Don't screw that up.

That's from her.

(Laughs)

She's a good drawer.

(Sighs)

(Sniffles) If I write her another letter...

You'll get it to her?

Deal's a deal, right?

(Sniffles)

I'll see you soon, Annie.

(Buzzer sounds, door unlocks)

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