All language subtitles for Battle Creek s01e13 Sympathy for the Devil.eng

(alarm trilling softly)

(alarm trilling louder)

(alarm continues)

(elevator bell dings)

Good morning. Morning.

Where you headed?

Cleveland.

Nice.

Well, you've obviously
never been to Cleveland.

(birds chirping)

(sighs): Forward.

Positive.

Embrace the day.

Forward.

Positive.

Embrace the day.

(yelling)

(ignition clicking)

(indistinct police radio chatter)

Whew.

Damn.

When dispatch said "car
bomb," I assumed they meant

a potato had been jammed
in someone's tailpipe.

Judging by the scorch marks under the car,

it wasn't in the tailpipe.

It was on the chassis
under the driver's seat.

What are you thinking?

That whoever drove it out here

either went for a hell of a
long run or not long enough.

Thank God.

FUNKHAUSER: This doesn't make sense.

We searched the whole park.

No body or sign of struggle anywhere.

This could just be an
extreme case of vandalism.

Whoever planted the bomb had
a beef with the driver,

but didn't want them dead.

Or maybe they just missed.

But if the driver was still alive,

why weren't they the one who called us?

We're not gonna figure out where they are

until we figure out who they are.

I found a New Mexico license plate

and I got the VIN number off a car door.

- Great, run it.
- I already did.

The New Mexico MVD says
the owner is no one.

So I ran the VIN number

with Mercedes directly,

and their records indicate
that the car doesn't exist.

Which means the owner either stole it

or bought it from someone who had.

- What took you so long?
- I was working out.

I didn't have my phone on
me when the call came in.

Now that you're here, maybe
our team can help escort...

Uh, excuse me, Font, but
if you don't mind, I

need to speak with Russ
in private for a moment.

Whoa, whoa, whoa... he
might not mind, but I...

Just take a second. Come on.

Mind.

- Russ, I need to ask...
- To mind your own business.

But since that's impossible, Milt... yes.

Me and Holly, we're dating. All right?

And we're gonna continue
to date long distance...

whatever the hell that means,

when she goes off to Indiana
and goes to law school.

What?

That's why you thought I
brought you over here?

Away from the car bomb investigation?

No.

But you tend to pry, man.

That's my car.

And I was in it this
morning when it blew up.

No way. N-Not even you are that lucky.

Why would I lie about something like that?

'Cause you're a sick bastard
and you lie all the time.

I am not lying right now. That is my car,

and I was in it when it
blew up this morning.

I need you to help me find
the person who did it.

Just you.

Why just me?

Because I don't need anyone else.

You don't want anyone else.

Because as usual, Milt,
you've got something...

Are you gonna help me or not?

So, guys,

Russ seems to think that the
best way that I can help

is by taking the physical evidence

down to the FBI lab. And I will personally

make sure that the forensic
examination is expedited.

Thank you, that's great.

We just need to inventory it all first.

Oh, no, that's okay. That's okay.

Our guys will handle that.

Actually, technically, Milt, that's our...

It's okay, Font.

MILT: No offense, but our tech guys handle

this kind of stuff every day.

RUSS: Look, let's just focus
on whose car this is,

all right? Get it back down to the shop,

break it down and see if you can
find a different VIN number

on the engine block, any
custom parts you can trace.

Sure. You got it.

Good luck.

There's no way in hell
they're gonna be able

to trace that car back to you, is there?

- Nope.
- Yeah.

And you don't plan on
turning any of that in

- to the FBI either, do you?
- Nope.

Which means that you
either know who they are

and you're trying to kill
them before they kill you,

or you're protecting them.

- Who are you protecting, Milt?
- You don't think

that I would kill someone who
was clearly trying to kill me?

(chuckles): Hey...

I don't know what the
hell you're capable of.

You would never trust me

to let you do that, that's for sure.

So once again, Milt, who
are you protecting?

You don't need to know.

How am I supposed to help
you find whoever it is

we're looking for if I don't know

whoever it is we're looking for?

The bomb was triggered
by the car's ignition,

not by remote control.

Which means that the bomber didn't want

to be anywhere near the explosion,

which means he didn't
see me escape the car.

This guy is

not leaving town until
he's sure that I'm dead.

(sighs): Yeah, but...

how the hell did you manage...

- You don't need to know that either.
- Well, then, you know,

I'm not gonna help you unless you

- start talking...
- Yeah, you are.

And why's that?

Same reasons you've gone
along with it so far.

Because you're naturally
curious and arrogant.

You think that if you

stick around long enough, sooner or later

you're gonna find out everything
that you want to know.

We have the element of surprise.

And I need to make sure
that doesn't change.

I need someone else to be the
face of my investigation.

(whistles)

RUSS: Hey.

I need to talk to you.

So talk.

No, I can't do it out here.

It's confidential.

Get in the van.

Yeah, like I'm gonna get
into some rape van with you.

Are you insane? You really
think I'm gonna rape you?

No, but I think you and
my nephew have cooked up

some lame scheme to get back at me

for that piece of crap car prank
I pulled on his graduation.

And apparently, the plan involves

a rape van that there's no way
in hell I'd ever get into,

so nice try, Johnny.

Your nephew's not in here. Get in the van.

Right. Well, then how else would you know

where I work out every morning?

I told him.

Oh, hey, Milt, what's up?

We need your help.

Sure, no problem.

That's what I'm here for.

MILT: Has anyone called about the car

that blew up this morning?

Are you kidding? My phone's
been ringing off the hook.

And what have you told them?

Nothing. Because that's what I know.

RUSS: You tell anyone that there was

no body in the car?

Exactly what is

your definition of "nothing"?

H-Has anyone called that
you don't already know?

No.

Fantastic.

Okay, do me a favor and don't

give out any information
until you hear from me.

You got it.

Thank you.

Whoa, whoa, that's it?

You don't even want to know why?

It's obviously none of my business.

And I'm sure I'll find out soon enough.

I work with people who have sex
in rooms monitored by cameras.

Keeping secrets clearly isn't

their strong suit.

The car was armored.

The doors and undercarriage

were fortified with steel plates.

So whoever owned the car
knew they were a target.

And could have survived being
inside when it blew up.

I sent Funk and Jacocks
to check the hospitals,

I sent Niblet back to the
park with a canine unit

to make sure we didn't,
you know, miss someone

who'd stumbled injured into
the woods and passed out.

That's a good idea.

- Where's Russ?
- He and Milt

are expediting the forensics with the FBI.

Milt needed Russ for that?

Hadn't thought about it.

Look, I love Russ,

but sometimes it's nice to
be able to work on my own.

Without him second-guessing
your every thought?

- I didn't say that.
- Neither did I.

RUSS: Who is she?

You either pissed off a terrorist

or you pissed off a woman.

And given the fact you haven't
investigated a terrorism case

since you got to Battle Creek,

but you have had 12 crazy-hot assistants,

I can only assume that...

Our suspect is neither a
terrorist nor a woman.

- Just tell me who it is.
- Why? He is obviously

not gonna be using his real name
while he's trying to stalk me,

so you wouldn't be able to find him,

so there's no need to know.

Milt, you and I have been
staking out your apartment

for the past three hours,
and you haven't seen him.

Which means he's not stalking you anymore.

Which means maybe it's time

we started stalking him, huh?

Caucasian.

Six feet tall, 43 years old, brown eyes.

With a... scar underneath his left eye.

I'm guessing that you're the
one that gave it to him?

You know this town better than anyone.

Yeah.

Where would you stay if you were coming

from very far away

and needed to stay under
the radar long enough

so that you could figure
out my daily routine

so you could kill me?

Oh, man...

(sportscast playing over TV)

Ah, finally.

Every other motel across town,

they got the Pistons game on.

Well, fortunately, when
you check into your room,

you get to pick your own channel.

Hey, Shaggy...

I look like I want a room?

You got a guy staying here,

nasty scar under his left eye?

Uh, yeah...

well, you know, without a warrant,

- we're not allowed to...
- I'll take that as a yes.

What room?

Man, I... My boss will fire me.

No, I get it.

Your boss, he's got strong
feelings about civil liberties.

Let me ask you something.

How do you feel about guys who rape kids?

(thunder rumbling)

Yo!

You were right.

I got the room number and...

Milt?

What the hell?

(groans)

Oh, my God.

What?

Where am I?

(yells) Aw, geez.

(quietly): We're better off

if he thinks we're still unconscious.

(grunts)

You son of a bitch.

Huh? What did I do?

I'm in handcuffs in the back of a car.

This guy's a cop, isn't he?

You think only cops can buy handcuffs?

No, I'm guessing

he's your old partner.

Is that who you're protecting, Milt?

- It's not a cop.
- Look enough, Milt.

Tell me the truth for once!

Look, we're obviously in the
back of some dude's trunk,

and he's probably gonna
drive us out into some spot

in the woods, and he's gonna
shoot us in the head,

and he's gonna bury us in a shallow grave.

I think I deserve to know why!

Okay, okay, okay.

(panting)

It's because I killed his son.

(seagulls squawking)

Ask him.

Nah.

We cannot show up to a
senior party without weed.

So you ask him.

I did my part.

I got my sister to get us invited.

It's your turn.

- (clears throat)
- Hey, mister.

Uh, hey. Sorry to bug you. Um...

Uh, well, we heard that
you... And I'm sorry

- if I'm wrong, but...
- (chuckles)

We need some weed.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

I can absolutely hook you up.

(door opens)

Hey, Casey.

You having a rough day?

(scoffs)

Did you call my parents?

Would you like me to? I
could do that right now.

Don't you kind of have to?

MILT: Absolutely. You're 16 years old.

If we're gonna charge you with a crime,

we have to notify your parents.

You might not charge me?

It's completely up to you.
We can help you.

- If you help us.
- MILT: You see, you're lucky

because... you're nothing.

You're a B-student scholarship kid

with a stay-at-home mom and a
dad who manages a strip mall.

You're a fly

on the windshield of a Mack
truck to this universe.

RUSS: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I call B.S.

There's no way you said
to anyone that they were

"a fly on the windshield of a
Mack truck to this universe."

- Come on.
- It was a long time ago.

I may have... misremembered
some of the details.

Yeah, like, um... oh, right...
Who the hell you are.

Who I am and who I was are two
completely different things.

Yeah. Once again, I call B.S.

People don't change.

You want to know why we're
in this trunk or not?

Go on.

But because you were stupid
enough to try to buy drugs

from the wrong guy, you have
a chance to not be nothing.

You have a chance to make a
difference in this world.

You have a chance to help us
put a very bad guy in jail.

I-I don't know any bad guys.

You know Roger Acevedo.

Acevedo?

Nah, he's-he's, like,
a straight-A student.

He's going to Stanford.

And I'm sure his father
couldn't be prouder.

You and your friends ever talk

about Roger's father?

But you've been to his house?

Yeah, a couple times.

Nice house. Nice pool. Nice tennis courts.

You ever wonder where all
that money came from?

Doesn't he own a restaurant?

Which comes in handy to launder
all the money he makes

as the biggest coke dealer

- on the West Coast.
- Yeah, he got that way

by being vicious and trusting no one.

Well, almost no one. He trusts his son.

Your buddy.

I should probably talk to my parents.

Mm. Yeah, absolutely you should.

But for all we know,

your parents are customers of Acevedo.

No. Um, are you kidding?

My parents are... They're the lamest...

Not cool enough to do coke, huh?

Yeah, we don't trust your parents.

And we don't trust their lawyer.

We trust you, because we can control you.

So you have two choices: you
can either keep talking to us,

or you can talk to Mommy
and Daddy in jail.

This isn't just the reason why
we're in this trunk, is it?

This-this is... the reason
you're in Battle Creek.

I mean, this whole "nice guy,

trust everybody" crap, it was just an act.

You're actually a good cop?

It's not an act.

(school bell rings)

(students chattering)

Hey, Acevedo.

- Hey. What's up?
- Hey.

Uh, not much.

Yo, we missed you at Molnar's party.

CASEY: Yeah. I-I got tied up...

He's going to Stanford.
This isn't gonna work.

Hundred bucks says it does.

The apple never falls far from the tree.

Anyway, my, uh, friend just got back

from a surfing trip to Baja,

um, with a-a duffel bag full of cocaine.

And he offered to sell me some of it.

Or, like-like, all of it.

ROGER: You deal drugs?

CASEY: What? No, no.
No, no, no, no. Never.

Uh, but...

well, he knows I go to a private school,

you know, with a lot of rich kids,

and he offered to cut
me in for ten percent.

I-I mean, I could pay for my
spring trip to Costa Rica.

- Why you coming to me?
- (chuckles)

Uh...

I heard some stories.

You know, about your father.

He's taking his time.

He's not gonna do it.

Yeses never come quick.

As soon as he stalls, you know it's a yes.

I'll talk to my dad.

All right.

Hey. We are what we are.

I don't think we're gonna be
able to trace any of the armor.

Believe it or not, it's
all off-the-shelf stuff.

But when you armor a car,

it adds about 50 pounds to each door,

which means the hinges
need to be replaced, too.

So I went down to the impound lot,

and the hinges are still intact,

and they had these markings on them.

"TLC"?

Yeah, or, uh, "TCL" or "CLT."

I'm sure Milt can track it down for us.

I don't think so.

I just called the FBI;
the evidence Milt took

from the scene for analysis
never made it to them.

- Why wouldn't he...
- I don't know, and he's not talking.

I tried calling them three times.

- "Them"?
- Yeah.

Russ isn't answering his phone either.

RUSS: So why the hell

- are we in this trunk?
- I'm trying to tell you.

You killed a major drug dealer's son,

and now he wants you
dead... that makes sense.

But what makes no sense to me

is why are you trying to protect him.

If it was a short answer,
I'd have given it to you.

RODERIGO: Not gonna happen.
You're going to Stanford.

You're getting an education.

Come on. I do this crap
so you won't have to.

This crap?

Yeah, look at where we live, Dad.

Look at how we live.

You know how dangerous my job is?

And it gets more dangerous

if you talk about it with your classmates.

Yeah, well, it shouldn't be.

Look, we studied prohibition in Comp Gov.

You're not doing anything immoral.

And you know all this how?

We had surveillance devices
throughout his home.

Well, if you had bugs, that
means you had a warrant.

If you had a warrant, that means
you had another informant, so...

We didn't have a warrant.

Roger,

you know I love you.

And I'm really proud of you.

You're smart,

and you're gonna do great things.

Great legal things.

Okay?

It's 46 keys of cocaine.

I take it Stanford took a
backseat to the 46 keys.

(chuckles)

But he was suspicious.

He wanted to meet the kid first.

RODERIGO: Okay. Big day.

You nervous?

No, I just, um...

I didn't think you'd be
checking Casey out yourself.

You'd be more comfortable without me?

No, I just...

I assumed you had people, you
know, on your front lines.

People that do this kind of stuff for you.

Not when it has to do with my son.

No, 'cause you go down, I go down.

Nobody's going down.

You can trust Casey.

No, I can trust you.

That's where the list ends.

(phone beeps)

He's here.

Get him.

(sighs)

ROGER: Dad, you remember Casey?

Of course. It's good to see
you again, sir. I appreciate

you taking the time. I
know how how busy you are.

RODERIGO: I'm happy to.
How's your dad? Brock, right?

Oh, come on.

Enough chitchat. Let's get to business.

CASEY: He's good. Thank you.

- Good.
- Can we get down to business?

Thank you, Roger.

Casey, let me ask you something.

Are you a fan of Monty Python?

Pardon me?

RODERIGO: Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Monty Python.

It's a really funny movie.

You used to love it when you were a kid.

(chuckles)

I-I'm sorry.

- I'm-I'm afraid I don't... I don't...
- Okay.

All right.

- It's very simple.
- ROGER: Whoa! Dad, Dad, Dad.

Casey's cool. He's-he's... cool.

It's a gun.

Relax. Relax.

Casey, it's three questions.

What is your name?

What is your quest?

What is your favorite color?

You get any of these wrong,

you die.

You remember the scene?

Yeah, I... yeah, I remember the scene.

Yeah, don't worry.

My questions are just
as easy, assuming that

you told my son the truth so far.

CASEY: I have, sir. I have.

- We got to move in now.
- No.

- He is threatening to kill that kid.
- He's quoting a movie.

- While holding a gun.
- So what are we gonna get him on?

Not having a carry permit?

He does 30 days, he gets out,

and then he kills the kid.

Relax.

I briefed the kid myself.

- He'll do fine.
- Okay.

Where did your supplier get the drugs?

Well, he was in Baja, surfing.

But his brother is a clerk

in a law office down there in La Paz.

He handles real estate crap for
this guy named Dario Calderon.

- Calderon?
- Yeah. Calderon.

- Yeah?
- And apparently,

he got busted by the Federales last week.

With, like, a couple
hundred kilos of cocaine.

- 385 kilos.
- Right.

That's good. Good, good, good, good, good.

CASEY: Well, apparently, not
all of it was with him.

46 of it was still in his lawyer's office,

and that guy wanted to unload
it as soon as possible,

so he gave it to my buddy

who sailed back to Oceanside last Tuesday.

And it's been in his basement since then.

RODERIGO: Good.

All right.

- Very good.
- (chuckles): Yeah.

Okay, now, what's your buddy's name,

what's his brother's name, and
what firm does he work at?

(chuckles)

What?

Well, you know I can't tell you that.

What?

You want to do a deal with
me, and you don't trust me?

Of course I do.

What? Oh, that makes sense; you're worried

that I'm gonna screw you out of the deal.

(whimpering) Right? Or
maybe you're just worried

that if you're lying to me,
you wouldn't want to give me

a name that I could track down.

- (crying)
- You just have to make up your mind

who you're more afraid of.

- He's gonna kill that kid.
- No, he's bluffing.

There is a 16-year-old in
there with a gun to his head

- because of us.
- Gun is not to his head.

Listen to what he's saying,
look at how he's moving.

The threats are vague.

He's not actually pointing
the gun at anything.

It's an act.

He's fishing, for us.

He's waiting to see if
we're gonna swoop in

and save the kid's ass.

I can't take that chance.

No, no, no, no.

This is my case.

RODERIGO: Well, you got five seconds.

- One.
- Come on, Casey.

Just give him the name.

- Give him the name.
- I can't. I can't.

- Two.
- I can't. I can't. I can't.

- Three.
- I can't.

Four.

I can't.

Okay.

You done good.

You've got honor, kid.

It's all right. It's okay.

You can keep your secret.

I like him. He's good.

Told you so.

You are a son of a bitch.

Why couldn't I have been
working with that Milt?

Lannister Tool Company.

They're based in Flagstaff, Arizona,

but they supply throughout the southwest.

I found the owner of a
body shop in Los Angeles

that remembered the car.

It's not every day

that a guy wants his car
pimped out and armored.

Did you get a name?

Roderigo Acevedo.

What's he doing in Michigan?

Feds say he's not.

He's in prison... drugs and racketeering.

His vehicle was seized
when he was arrested.

- By the feds?
- Yeah.

Sting operation six years ago headed up...

by FBI Special Agent Milton Chamberlain.

You think this was Milt's car?

You think someone's trying to kill Milt?

I'm not sure.

I haven't been able to reach him or Russ.

What does the FBI say?

Nothing.

Called his old partner in Detroit.

He pulled the Acevedo file,
and he found exactly nothing.

It's sealed.

Something really must have

hit the fan on the case.

Um, I-I want out.

Uh, please don't make me do this.

Don't worry.

The transmitter is nano-sized

and completely sealed inside.

And he's not gonna check.
He trusts you now.

Yeah, but as soon as I
say something wrong,

he's gonna kill me.

He was ready to kill me the other day

while you guys sat in your van watching.

MILT: Hey, kid, you want

to stay safe? Don't cross the street.

Don't drive a car.

Don't eat red meat.

And do not back out of this deal.

Acevedo couldn't be doing
this if he's still in prison.

I guess he could hire a hit
man, but why wait six years?

He might not be in prison.

You just said he was.

Feds wouldn't tell me
anything, but Google did.

Acevedo's testified against

three other drug lords
since he's been arrested.

I'm sure that's not out of
a sudden sense of justice.

So, if he's become a cooperating witness,

then he might be in protective custody.

Which could mean he's
not in custody at all.

He could be anywhere.

Where are you going?

Detroit. They're about
to unseal those files.

What are you gonna tell Acevedo?

I'll tell them... that
the deal fell apart.

Yeah? And how'd it fall apart?

How are you gonna explain
that you were arrested for

marijuana possession two
days before you came to them

with this deal, then charged the day after

it supposedly fell apart?

The only way you don't look like

an FBI informant is to keep
being an FBI informant.

RUSS: You know that's not true, right?

You know that you could have
just not charged him...?

Yeah, I knew that.

The kid didn't.

And that was good enough for you?

We needed him.

The good news is you're right.

This guy is a sociopath.

Poisoning people who have crossed him,

planting car bombs on rivals...

- That's good news?
- Yeah, because he's gonna stop doing that

when he's in prison, because of you.

Hey, I know you're scared,

but you are a hero,

and you are gonna be safe.

We will have thought of
every possible contingency.

GUZIEWICZ: How much do you hate Milt?

A fair bit.

Enough to want him dead?

We haven't heard from Milt in six hours.

Approximately an hour before
that, his car was blown up.

The person who used to own
that car was Roderigo Acevedo.

Yes, that Roderigo Acevedo, and,
yes, I know that you're gonna

want to open your own investigation,

but before you make that call,

before you leave this office,

I need to know one thing; I need to know

where I can find Acevedo.

Now, if he's in witness protection,
then he has a handler.

I want that name.

(computer beeps)

He's not in witness protection.

He's still in jail.

Who else was taken down

in the raid where Milt nailed him?

Other drug lords?

Acevedo was the only one targeted.

Milt had an informant that got him close

to Acevedo's 17-year-old kid.

His son?

Milt arrested Acevedo's son?

It could be the kid

going after Milt. How much time did he do?

(computer beeps)

It wasn't the kid either.

(seagulls squawking)

Casey.

- Look.
- Good.

MILT: Move in. Move in.

(tires screeching)

MAN: Police! MAN 2: Right there!

Hands up! Hands in the air!

(tires screeching)

All of you, on the ground!

Don't do anything.

What are you doing? What are you doing?!

- What are you doing? Whoa.
- You're not leaving

this beach except in handcuffs.

Then I'll take him with
me and a bunch of you!

Where you gonna go?

Where you gonna hide?

And for how long?

They got us.

(whimpering)

Come on. It's over.

I know it's over.

It's all over!

The house.

(crying): Our family.

I don't go to Stanford.

Everything is ruined!

- Take it easy.
- It is.

And it is all his fault!

(crying): No, no, no, no.

- And he has to pay!
- (gunshot)

(people screaming)

No!

MAN: Secure the weapon.

MARINA: Hold on.

Yawn.

That wasn't a screwup, Milt.

He was gonna kill a 16-year-old kid.

What the hell were you
supposed to do, man?

I know. I had no choice, but...

16-year-olds can be idiots.

You know, if they can make it to 20 alive,

they have a fighting chance, but I...

I tempted him.

I used him.

And I killed him.

And now his dad wants you dead,

and for some reason,
you're trying to pr...

No, no.

It's not his dad that wants me dead.

So I'm...

Am I... I'm free to go?

MARINA: Completely.

(chuckles softly)

(clears throat)

My dad should be here any second.

I assume you guys don't want to meet him.

I think it'd be better if
he never knew we existed.

Hey.

I know people will never know
what you did today, but...

I do.

Thank you.

(engine revving)

Dad!

Casey!

(tires screeching)

I don't get it.

It obviously took Casey's
father six years to get

to the sealed case file.

No, I mean, I...

Yeah, I get that he wanted to kill you.

But what I don't understand
is how a teenage informant

who was killed in Los Angeles

results in you getting
blackballed in Detroit.

It didn't result in me getting
blackballed anywhere.

In fact, it got me and my partner

commendations and promotions.

The FBI didn't care about the
collateral damage, but...

I did.

I insisted on doing everything by the book.

Some people thought I was
just trying to show them up,

make them look bad.

Some people just...

Well, they finally found a place

where I couldn't make anyone else look bad.

Because I was alone.

- (car thumping)
- Oh!

(grunting)

He went off the road.

Look, we got one shot at this, okay?

I'm gonna try to kick him
when he opens up the trunk.

- All right? Yeah, shh.
- No, no, no, no, no.

- Just relax. Let me handle this.
- Relax?

What do you mean, like
you handled everything

- back at the motel? What are you, crazy?
- I wasn't expecting him.

What do you mean, you
weren't expecting him?

We were there specifically
looking for him.

- What are you talking about?
- All right, all right, just...

- (grunts)
- Hey.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

(grunts)

No, no, no, no, don't do it!

He's not FBI, he's local police!

He's got nothing to do with this!

I know.

Go.

Walk.

Just go, Russ. Do what he says.

I'm not going anywhere.

You're my partner.

Just go! Do what he says!

It's not worth it, okay? Come
on, man, he's not worth it.

- You know that.
- What I know is

I spent two years and every
cent I have on lawyers,

trying to find out who was responsible for

luring my son, for entrapping him, my son.

Nothing you do here is
gonna bring your son back.

And you know that.

My friends gave up on me.

My wife left me.

But no matter how many
shrinks I saw, I couldn't...

I sold my business,

bought a new identity and got a job

as a janitor.

I worked for two years scrubbing toilets

in order to build up a
r?sum? that qualified me

to work in the Federal Building,
and it took two more years

to build up enough trust to get access

to the room where the sealed
case files were stored.

And every second

of every day of those six years
will have been worth it.

Look, Brock,

I get that you're pissed off, man.

- You think I'm pissed off?
- (grunts)

- No, stop it!
- You think that's what

a father feels when he sees his son

get torn open with blood pouring out?!

When he holds him as he
takes his last breath?!

- (groaning)
- You think...

You think I feel pissed off?

(panting)

Do you have children?

No.

Good. That's good.

Not that it would make a difference.

(siren whoops)

Freeze! Drop the gun!

Now!

- (Brock groans)
- Put your hands above your head

and get on your knees.

Do it! Now!

I should have killed
you back at the hotel.

RUSS: Yeah, but you didn't

because you wanted to get away with it,

which means you're not completely insane.

Hey, Font, how the hell
did you find us, man?

We were able to trace the car to
a drug dealer in Los Angeles,

which took us to the dead kids,

which took us to this guy.
We tracked everyone

who rented a car with a Los
Angeles driver's license.

Five of the cars were GPS equipped.

We each took one.

Bromberg loaned us his, uh, helicopters.

Local sheriff's department
was more than happy to help.

Bromberg's got five helicopters?

The Detroit office has seven.

What the hell are you doing?

- Drop your weapon.
- What?

- Milt, what's going on here?
- Drop it now.

Throw it into the corn.

What are you gonna do, Milt?
You gonna shoot him?

What, you don't think that I will?

You said before you had no
idea what I was capable of.

RUSS: Go ahead.

Don't worry.

He's not gonna kill this guy.

He's probably gonna let him go.

Which is fine by me, because right now,

he's-he's only a threat to
one person on this planet.

So go ahead, Milt,

- let him go.
- Drop your weapon.

You, too.

Get back.

Oh, no, M-Milt, Milt,
Milt, think about this.

Take it.

You have every right to want to kill me.

I deserve to die.

Your son was a good kid.

He was a really good kid.

And if I thought for one second

it would bring him back,
I would take that gun,

I would put it to my head and
I would pull the trigger.

Hell, if I thought it would give
you just a moment of peace,

that would be reason enough.

But it won't.

So the only thing that I can do

is the thing that I've done
for the last six years.

I want to balance the scales.

I want to do enough good in my life

to try to outweigh the bad.

But I doubt I'll ever get close.

I'd like to keep trying.

I don't have the right to demand that time.

You've earned the right to stop me.

No!

RUSS: Milt! Milt! Milt!

(groans)

Get an ambulance! Now!

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

You're gonna be okay.

I know.

(laughs)

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