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Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you so much for coming.

I don't get to cut a red ribbon,

but I do get to press
this button...

to the tune
of $7,000,000 dollars.

Mr. Cunningham?

Yes.

I'm sorry, who are you?

It's your worst nightmare.

And ladies and gentlemen,

we are live.

Excuse me?

It's okay, I'm with the band.

No, I need you to just sign in.

Jules!

Natalie.

So, this is where
it all happens.

Oh yeah, some of it, anyway.

Is Sam around?

Hey, guys,
this, uh, is Natalie Braddock.

Sam's sister.

Hi, I'm Greg.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, Natalie. Ed.
How are ya?

Hey. Wordy.

Hi.

Spike.
How're you doing?

- Spike?
- Yep.

You don't look very spiky.

Uh, yeah, no.
Uh, my hair used to, uh...

What's your real name?

Uh, Michaelangelo.

Your mom had high hopes.

Yeah, yeah.
I think she still does.

I like it.

Sam, where you been,
uh, hiding your sister?

Oh, no,
I've just been on the road.

So, hey, I came by
to borrow the car --

job hunting, is that okay?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.
You are the best!

He's letting me crash with him
for a few months,

while I get settled here.

Even though I am very much
cramping his style.

Let me show you around.

Oh. Bye!

And special kudos
to Calgary and Abbeville

who posted double digit
recovery,

month on month.

Powlin, Cynthia, great job.

You've set a new benchmark.

But it hasn't been easy.

We've done it with reduced staff

and a 15 percent expense cut
across the board.

But the good news is
we are a profitable company.

And now,
now that we've trimmed the fat,

we can keep boosting
those profits.

"Lean and mean"
is our go-forward mantra.

- Let's roll.
- You got it.

Lean and mean.

Lean and mean!

Woooo!

All right!

As I was saying...

This thing on?

Hey, that's my phone.

Yeah, I hope
you're on a good plan.

Come on, guys.
Smile.

We are live.

Smile.

Get me security.

I'm gonna ask you to leave right now.

No. No.

No way.

Show's just getting started!

Whoooo!

We talked about a few
days and now it's a couple months.

No, it was until I found a job,

which I'm trying do.

I'm trying to get
my life together

so that I can belong somewhere.

I really appreciate you
being there for me.

The thing about
"cramping my style"?

Just watch what you say.

What do you mean?

It could give
the wrong impression.

The wrong impression?

Yeah, about Jules;

that we're involved,
which we're not.

'Cause that could
get me fired, okay?

Oh, okay.

So she doesn't come around
for sleepovers sometimes.

Officially, she never has.

Gotcha.
No sleepovers,

and that is not her shampoo
in the shower

or her toothbrush on the sink.

Can I have the car keys?

Oh, and I had to use
your Paypal account.

I hope that's okay.

You what?

To buy clothes online --
for my job interviews.

Nobody's gonna take me
seriously, Sam,

unless I dress the part.

I will pay you back this time,

I promise.

You know what?
Keep the clothes.

They're a gift.

Really?

Yeah, just be out of my apartment
by the time I get home tonight.

Emilia Morris, mother of three,
Karak employee,

was "let go" four months ago.

Annual income, $31,000.

Lean and mean.

Virginia Czevinski, $22,000.

Well, you gotta start
somewhere, right?

Ehn?

Wow. All you guys?!

Sorry to see you go,
but we saved big

and hey, what about that
goodbye party we had?

Oh, we didn't?

Oh, I know.
Lean and mean.

You know, you guys should
really should invest

in better security firewalls.

All right!

The Puccini.

Mmm!

Purchased by
Karak International.

$5,700,000 dollars.

Whoooo!

Lean and mean.

Whoa, nice car, buddy.

Company perk
for Mr. Abbot here,

whose official salary
on the public record

is one fifth of what he makes

when you throw in
his "consultant" fees,

his "board member" compensation.

Right, Mr. Abbot?
Lean and mean.

Well, mean anyway.

What do you want?

Your money or your life.

Please...

This is a stick-up!

Everyone!

Put the money in the bag,
right now!

Wallets, everything.

Fifteen seconds.
Go! Go! Go! Go!

Car keys.
Gimme your car keys.

Thank you.

Gentlemen...

Weapons in the bag... now!

God, you guys are
stressing me out.

Jeez.

Thanks, partner.

Security breach.
Shots fired.

Armed robbery at Karak International
head office, Bloor street. Shots fired.

Single gunman, white male,
late teens-early twenties, handgun.

Some kind of meeting involved.

And it's a robbery?

He hijacked the meeting
and stole wallets.

Your sister...

Agh! She wants
to "belong somewhere."

Anywhere she can just
flash that smile

and get what she wants.

And that pisses you off.

Uh, ya think?

'Cause you've worked your
ass off for everything you've got,

and she's actually
enjoying life.

- You're a little jealous.
- Oh, jealous?

I'm just saying.

She grows up on a military base,

her big brother is
the poster boy for perfection,

and she's just trying
to figure it out,

make up her own rules.

Maybe you resent her freedom.

You profiling me?

No, I'm having a conversation
with you.

Her showing up here...

She has no clue
the damage she can do --

and I don't just mean
you and me.

You mean the boss.

If he knows and doesn't tell?

He could lose his job.

Yeah, it's a team.

We're on probation;
We don't get to make a mistake.

Did you make that clear to Nat?

It's not happening again.

How long can we do this?

He posed
as one of their I.T. guys.

So someone knows him?

Ah, staff is saying no.

We found the I.T. employee scheduled to
handle the meeting locked in a copy room.

Meeting?

Yeah, branch managers,
top sales staff,

some kind of an annual summit.

And he took their wallets, huh?

Yeah.

Pretty elaborate
set-up for a group mugging.

He fired in the air
and went out the door.

Where does it go?

It leads outside to the back.
He took Mr. Abbot's keys.

Okay, he could still be
in the vicinity.

Boss, we'll go co-ordinate
the unis.

Copy that.

Go on.
Sorry.

He practically bumped into me,

and I'm thinking
I've seen this dude,

but where?

But he's not an employee, right?

No, I know everyone on staff.

Then he pops up that slide,
and then I know for sure it's him.

JD.

Jamie Dee.

Yeah,
he didn't look like I thought,

but it was totally him.
He was livecasting.

Livecasting?

He's livecasting.

Hey, Spike,
you find the photo yet?

If this is really our guy,
I can get you a whole gallery.

Here's one.

Thanks.

This him?

Yeah. That's him.

His hair's different,
he had glasses.

You find the little puke
and bring him back here.

I'll ID him 100 percent.

Run it down for me.

Before he took the wallets,
did he say anything?

Well, does it matter?

Yes, sir, it does.

Guy's a chameleon.

One reason he hasn't
been caught yet.

Pulled a string of robberies,
both sides of the border.

Jamie Dee?
I remember that guy.

Yeah. Remember,
he started out west.

Rappelled down to that
five-star ballroom,

relieved all the guests
of their valuables.

Mm-hm.

He graffitis his initials
wherever he hits --

walls, windows, floors...

Now, apparently, Powerpoint.

He started streaming
his heists live only recently.

I'll see if anybody captured it.

You get anything from the CEO?

Yeah, well, this isn't
just about the money.

It's about the message.

He hacked into their system

and broadcast their
corporate expenses.

So he's trying to embarrass them

in front of
a live online audience.

He's playing Robin hood.

Whatever he's doing, he's gone.

He dumped the wallets
and the security guards' guns

in the parking lot,
minus the cash.

And he stole the CEO's car.

Winnie, we need an APB
red sports car,

Tango Alpha-Yankee-Zulu-Papa-
3-5-3.

Sam, you and me, let's go.

Hoo hoo.

Hello?

How're you doing, darlin'?

Hey, pardner.
How was work?

You know, I think they're gonna
make me employee of the month.

Trade it all to finally
see you though, baby.

Oh... hang on.

Sorry, Sage,

there's an officer of the law
in the vicinity

and I'm on a cellular telephone.

Can't have that.

That's right,
wouldn't wanna break the law.

Where are we getting these?

Some of the
stuff he posted himself,

but he's got a lot of fans
and a lot of followers.

He's huge on the web.

"Jamie Dee,
wild and free."

That's a fan blog.
He's also got a Twitter.

"Big shout-out to the fat cats
of North America.

See you soon."

It was posted two hours ago.

Jesse James used to do that;

he used to write about robberies

before he committed them.

Jesse James.
It's old school.

That's cool.

Winnie's got a line
on a stolen car

traveling south on York.

We're on our way.

'Kay.
Copy that, Eddie.

Let's go.

Okay, we need a profile.

Hashtag I-heart-Jamie-Dee's
trending top ten.

Right?

Like, I mean, look at it.
Look at all the tweets.

His fans are going nuts.

And who are all these people?

Basically, it's every frustrated
kid in North America.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Weapons in the bag... now!

God, you guys are
stressing me out! Jeez.

Kyle.

Thanks, partner.

Turn off the damn game, Kyle.

It's not a game, asshat.

Would you like a ride?

I'm walking.

Fine.

Do you have
appropriate clothing?

- What?
- For tonight.

Your mom wanted me to make sure.

What's tonight again, Stevie?

Just don't be late.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

We're on Spadina.

Pursuing officer lost him

but he picked up the stolen
vehicle north of Queen.

Abandoned, JD spray painted
on the side.

Any idea where he's heading?

Well, we've got a lot
of eyeballs peeled,

there should be
some sightings soon.

Okay, Winnie, send more unis
to that sector.

Copy.

Hello. Jamie just posted.

"Party at
the Beverley Street hostel.

3 p.m. sharp.
Come as you are.

Bring friends."

Yeah, he might be trying
to throw us off the trail.

Why would he tell us
where he's going?

I'll look for a geotag.

And I will try
the electric telephone.

I see everyone
that comes in and out.

He's early twenties,
medium build,

5'10", brown hair,

he might be carrying a backpack.

He just walked right past me,
he was in a hurry.

Okay. Okay.

A team of officers
will be there shortly.

I need you to leave
the building discreetly.

The man is considered armed
and dangerous.

Thank you.

Winnie, what do you got?

Robberies go back 18 months,

starting with the ballroom drop.

And what are the patterns?

Wealthy targets --
jewelry stores,

banks, nothing mom-and-pop.

And what else?

Feds have a file.

See if you can get access.
You all right, buddy?

- Copy.
- Got it, boss.

I've never seen him before.

I thought maybe he was
some kind of courier.

He had a package with him.

- What kind of package?
- More like a heavy envelope.

Is he's still inside?

- I haven't seen him leave.
- Okay, thank you.

Sam, Jules, on white door.

Wordy, black door with me.

What do you got?

Takes us to the
kitchen and storage area.

All right, manager estimates
15, 16 backpackers,

three staff.

Room-by room evac, let's do it.

What about our audience here?

Winnie, we're gonna need
more unis.

Copy that.

- What the hell?
- Hey, hey, back off!

- Back off! Back already!
- We need you to stay back!

Stay back!

The building is being evacuated!

- Stand back!
- We've lost perimeter!

Evac's been compromised.

Copy that, Sam. On my way.

Shots fired!

After shooter
inside the building. Go! Go!

Boss, it's a mess in here.

You locate the shooter?

Negative.

Anybody down?

Cannot confirm.

Go! Clear out! Go!

All right, come on, let's go!

We've got a flash mob.

That party he twittered about--

- Tweeted.
- 3 p.m. sharp.

Yeah, he staged this,
calling out his fans.

I'm the one you're looking for.

Raise your hands now.

I'm Jamie Dee.

No,
it's me. I'm Jamie Dee.

I'm Jamie Dee.

I'm Jamie Dee! Right here.
I'm Jamie! I'm Jamie Dee!

Let's move these people back.
Let's get 'em back!

Let's go. Come on!

Get back! Get back!

- Eddie.
- Boss,

We need unis here
to seal the entrances!

Copy that.

This isn't the kind of place
he'd hold up;

these aren't the people
he targets.

It's a distraction
to cover his exit.

Keep walking, honey.

Keep walking.

You're going all
the way up. Thanks. Great.

You two, stay here.

Oh, we're gonna need that.

What?

Your car.

So you're gonna step back,

nice and easy,

and it's all amazingly cool.

Get in.
Get in the car.

All units, southwest corner!

Officer, talk to me.
What's going on?

He had a hostage.

Sam, with me.
Let's go! Let's go!

Winnie,
put out an APB on that vehicle.

And note the subject
has a female hostage.

We've got units converging.

Police cruiser...
Unbelievable.

This guy's a brat.
He's a parasite.

He thinks just 'cause
he can work the charm,

the world owes him a good time.

Reminds me of someone.

No injured.

So you're right
about the diversion,

although I don't get it.

Cops are a step behind him,
and he drops by a hostel?

The manager said he
came in with some kind of package --

an envelope.

Let's track it down, Wordy.

Boss,
we've got the feds on visual link.

Agent Gilbride.

'Kay, I'll be right there.

So, you got my guy up there?

We will soon.

Yeah, I'll believe that
when I see it.

I thought I had him
in Atlantic City,

but I thought wrong.

Well, what can you tell us?

Uh, 30 armed robberies
in the last 18 months.

Targets mostly wealthy victims.

And you don't have an ID?

No.

After 30 robberies.

I understand he's driving around
in one of your police cars?

What's your profile?

He's smart, no fear,

thinks of himself
as a prince among thieves.

We think he comes
from a wealthy background.

So, rich kid,
turns his back on privilege.

He has no soft spot
for the poor though.

He keeps everything he steals.

Any political message?

No, no. He's just winging it.

He's highly resourceful,
adrenaline-junkie,

uh, almost certainly
a narcissist.

He doesn't care
who he might get hurt.

He hasn't left a string
of bodies, yet,

but we know he gets violent
when he gets cornered.

So it's not just cowboy-style
warning shots?

No, he was nearly
apprehended three months ago

by a security guard in D.C.

Jamie Dee shot him.

The security guard
nearly didn't make it.

It's a line he can't uncross
and he knows that...

He's just gonna get
more desperate.

Boss, we got a sighting
on the cruiser.

Where're you going?

Can't tell you --
for your own safety.

Can I come?

Because I will help
any way that I can.

Sweet of you --

I already got someone
in my life.

We're on Atlantic now.

The street dead-ends
a few blocks away.

We have a visual.
Atlantic Avenue.

He's on foot.
I'm in pursuit.

I've got the hostage.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

You sure you're okay?

Oh yeah.

Hold it right there!
Right there!

How is the hostage?

She's unharmed.

Her name's Dana Mayweather.

So what were you doing
at the hostel?

I was just checking it out in
case I needed a place to stay.

Can I see your phone please?

Any messages you were
exchanging will show up in the log.

Am I under arrest
for being held hostage?

Were you a hostage?

What else would you call it?

Accomplice.

Look. I got the tweet,

and then I went to the hostel
at 3 p.m.

And then Jamie came
running up the stairs--

He came up from the basement?

I don't know.
Whatever.

The point is, he picked me,

out of everyone else,

and then we went outside

and we got in that cop car

and made you guys
look like idiots,

as per usual.

- Where's he going now?
- Don't know.

What was he doing in the hostel
in the first place?

He said the less I knew,
the better.

Dana, this guy's
not a hero, okay?

He shot and nearly killed a man.

Did you know that?

He's put your life at risk.

He chose me to help him escape;

to help him get ready
for the grand finale.

Grand finale.

Those were the words he used?

Exact words.

There's going to be
a grand finale,

and then we're never gonna
hear from him again.

Wordy.

That package Jamie Dee
dropped off at the hostel --

check the basement.
Use extreme caution.

Copy.

He's so out of your league.

Dana, you're under arrest.

I lost him.

Ed!

He's livecasting,
as in right now.

Hey! How y'all doing?

What do you see?

Uh, okay.
Alleyways,

uh, garages, graffiti...

You wanna narrow that down
for me?

He just passed
some skateboarders.

Hold on. What happened to him?

I don't know, it went down.

Okay, okay, we're back.

He's heading right towards
a busy street,

uh, they look like
streetcar tracks.

- Uh, it looks like...
- King Street?

Uh, Queen Street.

Definitely Queen Street,
south side, going west.

I'm gonna run ahead
and cut him off.

What's the cross-street?

- Is that Beverley?
- That's Beverley, yup.

Beverley Street,
Beverley Street.

I'm on Queen heading east.

He should be
right in front of you.

Just past these people.

Police! Don't move!

He's facing you!

Police! Right there!

I didn't steal it!
Some guy just gave it to me!

Team One,
subject's still at large.

Dana's phone.

Thanks.

Spike, we got her phone.

What's your read, Sam?

Ah, she's a kid
with a fantasy crush --

she's fallen for
a hero image of Jamie.

Do you think she knows
what this grand finale is?

No. Sounds like
she's telling the truth.

Grand finale.

Kid's smart,
he knows the noose is tightening.

This is where the cowboy
gets reckless.

Boss,
I can tell you where Jamie's been.

'Kay.

I made up a chart,

based on the info
the feds gave us.

Red are the robberies,
known or suspected.

Looks like he was making his way
down the eastern seaboard.

But last three months?

Blue is him making his way
back up.

Hitting
different cities this time?

Not exactly.

Purple is...?

Blue plus red.

Detours back to places

where he committed robberies
in the past.

And I compared fan sightings
of Jamie

with the actual itinerary
of his crimes

to weed out the false sightings.

And from there, some of those
fans managed to grab photos.

And?

Now, the fans are helping us
by using cameras

that covertly encode the photos
with GPS tags.

We know where they were taken.

All right. Get
this information to Winnie,

have her reach out
to law enforcement.

Maybe something comes up.

He's texting Dana.

Are you serious?

"R U all right? JD."

He's gotta know that we've been
questioning her by now.

He's testing us.

Talk to him.

I'm good.

Spike, can we use this
to track his location?

We could, but he seems to like
borrowing cell phones

and then using them
as red herrings.

By the time we find this one...

It's gonna be hanging off
another random stranger.

Can I see u again?

"She's not involved.
Leave her alone, cops."

Worth a try.

We want to help.

What's, uh, rofl...
Roflmao?

"Rolling on the
floor laughing my ass off."

All right, I get it.

Well, he cares about Dana.

He doesn't
want her to be blamed.

Sound like a narcissist?

Boss? Listen in.

I think we know why Jamie
came to the hostel.

Found the envelope in
Ms. Alvarez' staff locker downstairs.

I had no idea it was there.

Five thousand dollars,
and a note.

"Maria, thanks for being a friend. JD."

Maria, do you know Jamie Dee?

The guy with the gun?
He did this?

He committed
a robbery this morning,

and drove all the way
across town

to give you the money.

Why would he do that?

I have no idea.
I don't know this guy.

Okay, Maria, you recognize him?

No.

Same guy, different looks.

Now, are you sure you don't
recognize any of them?

I'm telling you, I...

Wait.

Wait, that one...

That's Darcy.

I used to live in Vancouver.

There was a boy,

he lived with the family
down the street.

Lived with them?

Foster parents.

I used to see him
in the neighborhood.

Super-bright kid,

fast learner.

I told him to come to my place
if he ever needed help,

so he came over a lot.

Wait a sec, needed help?
But why?

I... I don't really
know what went on.

I mean Darcy never said
anything...

But?

You see it in a kid,
when they make up excuses,

can't meet you in the eye.

Bruises.

Then, one day,
Darcy just disappeared.

And you're sure that's him?

Darcy Dunleavy.

I mean, he was younger,
maybe thirteen, fourteen,

but... yeah.
Yeah, that's him.

Okay, thank you.

Darcy James Dunleavy.

Lost his parents
in a car accident.

Lived in a series
of foster homes till he was 15.

Then it looks like
he just dropped off the map.

Can we access a photo?

Yeah, I can pull one
off the case-file.

According to the file,
this kid's only seventeen.

Seventeen? He's just a kid.

Might've called
this one wrong, Sam.

Jamie has 497,000 followers,

but he only follows
about a dozen people himself.

I backtracked the public chatter

and there's bunch of times
when he and one follower

branch off into private
direct messages.

"Sagex007."

She sent pictures.

I found a cache of DM's between the
two of them, starting six months ago.

So she started off as a fan?

She caught his attention,

and I'm guessing it's because
she didn't act like a fan.

Everybody else is like,
"Jamie, you're so great,

you're so awesome," she writes:

"Must be hard when no one knows
who you really are.

Living like a shadow,

always looking over
your shoulder."

"How do you
know who you can trust?"

"I don't know.
I can't trust.

The downside
of a double life."

And listen, this is what
she sent him three days later.

Hey, Jamie.
Uh, hope you don't mind.

I'm calling this "Outlaw."

Anyway, uh,
hope it doesn't suck.

The next thing he writes is...

"Sage, you take my breath away."

He told her everything.

His foster parents.

Looks like she's been there too.

Check out his one:

"I'm scared at night.
Wish my bedroom had a lock."

Sounds like she's being abused.

And he even told her about the
night he shot the security guard.

Turns out it was a total
accident; the guy jumped him.

We find her, we'll find him.

I'll track the IP server,
find the address,

get the info back to Winnie.

Are you guys seeing this?

A new link just posted
on his fan site.

I wanna thank everyone
who helped me.

You guys are in my heart
forever.

If all you cops are watching,

I got something
to say to you too.

I'm doin' you clowns a favor.

I'm hangin' up my hat.

But I got one last stand
to make,

and if anyone gets in my way,
things are gonna get ugly.

Even uglier than the bastard
I'm coming for.

You know who you are.

You're running out of time.

Hey, boss, that security guard
shooting three months ago?

We've got some intel
from a detective in New Haven.

Apparently Jamie Dee got away,

but he took a bad fall
out a window.

All right...

Last week, a local cab driver
named Armand Kohl went to the police.

Ed's got him on the line now.

All right, what can you
tell us, Mr. Kohl?

Three months ago,
I picked up a fare.

It was late, after midnight.

I could see he's been hurt --
he's in some kind of trouble.

And you didn't report this?

No. I thought he's just a boy.

He was running away from
somewhere, so I took him home.

To your house?

When someone is in trouble,
what do you do?

You help them.

Watch the stairs.

Couch folds out.
I can bring you a blanket.

Why...

So you can phone the police?

Why would I do that, huh?

I can't do this anymore.

I can't...
I can't do this.

Then maybe it's
time for you to go home.

Nope.
I don't got one of those.

To a friend then?

460,000 followers, no friends.

You must have a friend.

One friend.

Sage.

Two friends.

My name's Armand.

Darcy.

Next morning, he was gone.

But then last week,
he turns up again, out of the blue,

and he gives me an envelope.

It's full of money.

Five thousand dollars.

I say to him,
"what's this?"

He says, "thank you."

That's when I call the police.

Because this money,
it's too much,

and it isn't mine.

'Kay, he say anything else?

"You're
not going to see me again."

All right, thanks, Mr. Kohl.

Thanks, Eddie.

So, years of being not wanted,
he stumbles on kindness.

Repays all those people
who helped him in the past.

Maria Alvarez, taxi driver.

Do you think that this
is a suicide scenario?

He's definitely clearing
the slate.

Classic pattern.

But this last
message was a threat.

There's someone else
who deserves to die.

Boss,
we've found Sage's IP address.

Registered to the house
of a Stephen Cunningham.

A Stephen Cunningham
or the Stephen Cunningham?

Uh... lost me, boss.

Spike, the millionaire
who just bailed out the symphony.

Oh, right, that thing
with the wooden instruments,

plays songs from
a thousand years ago.

I keep up with the arts.

I read that article.

He's buying the naming rights
to the philharmonic.

And there it is.

Inaugural concert and press
conference at Koerner Hall.

Starts in 15 minutes.

Over-privileged
guy putting a spotlight

on his own generosity?

Sounds like a Jamie Dee target.

Jamie's going after
Sage's father.

Team One, all hands.
We're going to Koerner Hall.

Anyway, uh... hope it doesn't suck.

Hello?

Sage, it's me.

Hey you.

Hope you're packed;
Show starts in ten.

So awesome.

Media's here,
livecast is standing by,

the whole world is gonna see
the look on his face.

You sure you're okay

with the bank account
being mine?

Can you picture me walking into a bank,
handing over ID?

Got a point there, pardner.

Sage...

The man will never touch you again,
for as long as I live.

Winnie, what have you got
on Cunningham?

Aside from his career
as a massively successful

international banker?

Something on
the more personal side.

He's very
protective of his personal life.

I had to get clearance
to find out

he lives with his second wife,
Beth.

Two kids --
17-year-old stepson, Kyle,

and his daughter.

Sage.

Sage, six years old.

Six years old?
Six years old?

Winnie, are you sure?

Yeah.

Anyway, uh... hope it doesn't suck.

Tell me what you...

Anyway... uh...

Hope it doesn't suck.

Tell me what
you thi... Hope it doesn't suck.

Tell me... suck..

Hope it doesn't suck.

...Doesn't suck.

...it doesn't suck.
Tell me what you...

- We missed it.
- What'd we Miss?

It was caught on mic
at the end of Sage's song.

It was the sound of a car horn.

The pitch was too high.

And?

There's a reason
that the voice was husky.

It's voice transposition
software.

You can adjust a pitch,

you can mess with the age
and gender.

Does it work on the phone
in real-time?

Yeah, I've even seen
portable models for cell phones.

But those direct messages

definitely originated
in the Cunningham house.

Well, there's only one kid
in that house

who'd know how to do this.

I'm already on it, boss.

I'm on Kyle's website now.

Seems to be
a lot of hate messages

directed towards
his stepfather Cunningham.

This kid's got some problems.

The car'll be pulling
up out back by the stage door.

I packed my guitar.

Which you'll be teaching me,
by the way, like you promised.

All I know is like G, C, and D.

I'll teach you
everything I know.

We'll have all the time
in the world.

Sage...

Yeah, pardner?

Um...

Nothing.
I, uh...

I love you, I guess.

Hey, Kyle.

Right back at you.
See you very soon.

I don't get it.
A guy that smart...

How could he not have
suspected something?

Growing up, nobody wanted him...

Nowhere he belonged.

Maybe when you finally
let somebody get close...

To trust someone...

Maybe you see
what you wanna see.

And he's just seventeen.

Thanks for coming.

Always a pleasure.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen,

and thank you so much
for coming.

I wanna thank my team
for making my dream

of sponsoring this city's
philharmonic a reality.

I am here today
to fulfill my promise.

I don't get to cut a red ribbon,

but I do get to press
this button...

to the tune of $7,000,000 dollars.

Mr. Cunningham!

Yes?

I'm sorry, who are you?

It's your worst nightmare.

Ladies and gentlemen...

We are live.

He's doing it again.
He's livecasting.

Cameras face the floor, now.

Come on.

I'm running this show.

And I'm real shy about my face.

I said, now!
Let's go!

Don't worry,
the world will be watching.

He's onstage right now.

You can see everything
but his face.

Jules,
you talk; Wordy, cover.

Sam, Sierra, take the catwalk.

We gotta wrap this up
before the truth hits.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's your big day.

Don't move.

Your captain of industry,

your community leader,

Mr. Do good does bad.

He does really bad.

Sierra in position.

Kyle sees
Jamie as an opportunity.

So he pretends
to be a young woman,

playing on Jamie's abusive past

and lures him here to do what?

Rescue the girl
by killing the stepfather?

Or is he just after his money?

Folks, allow me to reintroduce
you all to...

Mr. Cunningham!

Philanthropist,

multi-millionaire,

music lover...

Child abuser.

- You listen to me.
- Mr. Cunningham...

never miss a good chance
to shut up.

Partners, do I want the money
of a violent man?

A cruel, sick monster,

who beats his daughter

and threatens worse
if she speaks?

Child abuse.

That's how Kyle gained
Jamie's sympathies.

My heart's not in this,
but I got a job to do.

I don't know who
you are or why you wanna do this,

- but that is not my--
- Don't even start!

This is a stick-up.

Except I'm not taking wallets
this time.

I'm gonna drain this man dry.

So this is how it's gonna work.

It's coming outta this account

and it's gonna go
into this account,

and you,

you are gonna enter
your password...

Now!

Then Sage and I are gonna
ride into the sunset.

Sage?

- Lay one finger on my daughter...!
- Back off! Back off!

Beth, get Sage out of here!
Get out of here now!

What?

Get Sage out of here now!
Go!

Sage?!

Mrs. Cunningham?

That's not Sage.

Just go, go.

Darcy Dunleavy!

I'm Jules Callaghan with the
Police Strategic Response Unit.

Jamie.

Don't stop now,

you're so close.

Who the hell are you?

Kyle, what the hell
are you doing?

Darcy, just lower
your weapon, okay?

And there'll be time to explain
everything that's happening.

Just do it,
just press the button.

Then you can do
whatever you want --

learn how to play the guitar,
anything.

You're so close.

You...

You're Sage.

You...

- Nothing's changed.
- You son of a bitch!

He's still a bastard!

Sierra, standby.

Copy.

Turn those
cameras off right now!

- Shut 'em down.
- Turn 'em off!

Darcy, look at me.

You're gonna let me
go outta here.

Nice and slow.

We could do that,

but think about it.

How long do you really
wanna live on the run?

As long as it takes!

And when I go
it's not gonna be like this.

So stand back
and let me out of here

or I swear to God
I'll shoot this bastard!

I swear I'll do it!

Okay, Darcy, you know that
we will not let you do that.

Then fine.
Blaze of glory.

I got no one.

No one and nothing,

and I'm not going to jail!

You have half a million people
looking to you

to be something amazing
for them.

They're not people,
they're followers.

They're people.

And they're young,
and they're just like you

and looking for something
to hold onto.

They don't know me.
They don't know me.

Not yet.

Not unless you let them
know who you really are.

I'm nothing.

I'm nothing.

Darcy, you're wrong.

I think that you're just--

Darcy, look at me.

I think you're just discovering
who you really are,

and that is real.

And you have the power
to inspire a lot of people --

and that's real.

You made that happen

and now it's
you're responsibility.

497,000 people see a guy

who is not afraid
to show who he really is.

And you are not a killer.

Darcy, you're not.

Prove it, please.

You're seventeen.

You're just a young offender.

Okay?

You've got plenty of time.

I promise, it's okay.

It's okay, Darcy.

I think it's time
you hang up your hat.

Turn around.

Come on, let's sit down.

Turn around.

You're going to be
all right, okay?

Nat?

No, you were right.
I'm gonna clear out

and you can have your life back.

You're already in my life, okay?

I've been an idiot.

I want you to stay with me.

Is this the part where I'm
supposed to give you a hug?

You can grab us
a couple of beers.

Two weeks.
A month, tops.

Okay, but any longer,

one of us is gonna need
to learn how to cook.

Probably should anyway.

Never really had anyone
to cook for.

So...

Jules.

Yeah.

Okay, look.
This is probably not my place --

I mean, who am I to say this --
but...

The way I see it, Sammy,

you've got this woman
and you've got this job

and the sneaking around...?

It's not much
of a five-year plan.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

You...

You have one life.

What do you want?