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DIRECTOR: We're rolling
in five, four, three...

Through self-expression,

art therapy can often bring
prisoners together

as a community.

However, there are some inmates
who are pariahs,

even in the prison...

...having to be kept isolated
for their own safety.

MAN (over P.A.):
All prisoners return
to cell block in ten minutes.

Hacks can't protect your ass
forever, Cho-Mo.

* Yo, yo, I'm Cappy's son
and Tito's brother *

White rapper-- let's get this.
* I'm a fighter, not a lover *

* After bustin' on a chick,
you know I'll find another *

* I'm a knight in shining armor,
I ain't no shower shark *

* But if you think
you'll step to me *

* I'll make your
lights go dark, uh! *

* Yo, I'm a knight in shining
armor; a medi-evil squire *

* I'm a cruiser and a bruiser
and you know I'm not a liar... *

N-No, I don't know
when we'll wrap, sweetheart.

(buzzing)

I'll just, uh,

I'll pick up some food
on the way home.

Okay.

Hey.

Yeah?

Are you new?

Yeah.

Grip truck's
right here.

Sorry.

Here.

(indistinct chatter)

Being pulled out.

I've got visitation today.

I'm not going anywhere.

You've been waiting
40 minutes already.

No one's coming.

Hey.

The work release van
is outside.

You can go there
or to the hole--

your choice.

So, Erica or Julianne?

Which one for a
little bippity-bop?

Me, I'd go with Julianne,
'cause it's the quiet ones

that get freaky-
deaky on your ass.

Well, one, she's not quiet;

she's afflicted with acute
laconic conveyance disorder,

among other things,
and two,

don't talk
about her like that.

Oh, snap, you dig Julianne.

Dig? What, are we
in third grade, Shea?

Dig her like a shovel.

If you must know,
I feel

for her psychiatric
condition, okay?
Hmm.

It's called doctor-
patient empathy.
Nah, it's called

"you want to tap
that booty."

Mm-hmm.
Make a move, Doctor.

If she's that crazy,
she might say yes.

Philistine.
Pussy.
(buzzing)

Hey, every minute
counts, sweetheart,

and I don't want to
lose a month off my bid

'cause you don't
move fast enough.

You know, a hearty breakfast can
really help you start

the day off right-- ouch!

You're late.

We have donuts?

It's not our fault
Sweet Ass took

her sweet-ass time.
CHARLIE: Erica,

if you can't be on time,
you can't do this job.

Understood?

Something to say?

No.

Okay, good.

Uh, agency put extra bodies

on the Internet
Child Protective Services,

in case our runner jumps online.

Child Protective Service?
Who we going after?

CHARLIE:
Joseph Ramsey,
sex offender.

How many victims?
JULIANNE:
Five.

All eight-year-old girls.

He's pathological--
means his actions

are driven by an
uncontrollable mental condition.

I know what "pathological"
means.

Well, now you do, thanks to me.

This guy's smart.

Walked right out
of the prison's front door.

Hours passed before anybody
realized he was gone.

Ramsey's a serial predator
who's left

a trail of damaged kids
in his wake.

If we don't get to him fast,
he'll do it again.

Ramsey was doing
a 60-year stretch.

SHEA: Surprised he lasted
two years inside.

Cho-mos are piñatas
in the joint.

ZANCANELLI: Married,
two kids, well-liked

school counselor
from suburban Massachusetts

until five girls came forward.

His wife left him
after his arrest.

The local PD
already talked to her,

but she has no idea
where he could be.

LLOYD:
He refused counseling.

That's not uncommon, really.

A lot of pedophiles believe
they aren't even sick,

just misunderstood.

It's a self-protective
mechanism.

SHEA: You seem to know a lot
about kid touchers, Lloyd.

Creepy-looking cracker,
lives at home with his mother,

probably never had sex before.

Oh, I have sexed several times.

I still want
to know

how a guy like this gets
25 years,

right?

I mean, that's more than I got.

You a diaper sniper,
Lowery, hmm?

CHARLIE:
End it, Shea.

'Cause I ain't working
with no perverts.

ZANCANELLI: Hey, private
business stays private.

If you think we would let
anybody on this team

like that,
you're dumber than you look.

Still going to find out
what you did.

Is everybody done, hmm?

Can we actually start earning

some time off now?

CHARLIE:
What you got?

Joe's legal briefs.

He was filing them
left and right in prison.

Went from a $200-an-hour
attorney to a public defender

and then finally bottomed out
at a jailhouse lawyer.

Didn't do him
any good, though.

He lost his final appeal
a few weeks ago.

Well, that's probably
what set him off.

Realized he wasn't
going to get out.

CHARLIE: Jailhouse lawyer
was a con named Wes Herman.

I mean, these
guys had to spend

a lot of time together
preparing these papers.

Cons talk to cons;
he might have known

about the escape and what Joe
was gonna do when he got out.

JULIANNE: Wes Herman was
paroled six months ago.

In for the same crimes
as Joe Ramsey.

He lives in the Bronx now.

I'm calling
his parole officer.

Tell his P.O. I want Herman
here within the hour.

There's no telling
what this guy is up to.

(panting)

WOMAN:
Charlotte.

Come on, let's go.

ERICA:
Hey, it's me.

(laughs)

Can I, uh, can I talk to her?

Well, can you pause it?

Denny, we were supposed
to have a visit today, okay?

I... I have the right
to see my kid.

No, D... Denny, please.

Denny, please, you are just
doing this to try to hurt...

(phone clicks)

I know what you all think of me.

SHEA:
What do you
think we think--

that your favorite porno's
Home Alone?
ZANCANELLI: Shut up.

That's okay,
I deserve any ridicule.

I'm, I'm sick; I have a disease.

LLOYD:
Actually, cancer
is a disease.

You have a
psychosexual disorder

that manifests itself
in deviant behavior,

so in short, you are disgusting.

You know,

this was a mistake.
I should go.

No, you know what? You are
gonna sit your ass down,

molester, and you're
going to answer...
CHARLIE: Erica.

...all of our questions.
Erica.

What, Charlie?
Let's go.

Mr. Herman, you worked
closely on Joe's appeals.

Yes, but I wish
I hadn't.

Why is that?

Because I'm trying
to get better.

Since I was released,

I go to state-sponsored
counseling, private therapy

out of my own pocket.
I have gotten off of buses

ten blocks from home
because there is a kid

across the aisle from me.

We don't have the right
to hold this guy,

we need him to cooperate,
and you're pushing him around?

He's an animal;
he hurts kids.

Listen,
you promised me

you were going
to keep your cool, Erica,

and since this morning, you
came in here like gas on fire.

Okay, look, if you really
need to know, I had

a visitation today, and my
daughter's father will not

let me see her,
and I just...

O-Okay, okay, you've got
personal issues,

but guess what.

Take a number, we all do.

Bury that stuff
deep down inside

'cause we have
a job to do.

What does this have
to do with Ramsey?

I know I have
problems;

Joe never owned up to his.

He was full of hate and anger,
and he rarely talked,

and when he did,
it was always

about the first girl
who turned him in.

He was obsessed
with her.

I-I-I think
he-he'd hurt her.

Tess Samuels?
That's the name.

I am ashamed

I ever helped Joe
with his appeals.

Thanks for coming in.

I'm better now.

No, you're not.

CHARLIE:
Let's go.

(children chattering
indistinctly)

Are you Ms. Cates?

Yes, I'm the
assistant principal.

Charlie DuChamp,
U.S. Marshals.

Hi, we still haven't been
able to get in touch

with Tess's parents,

but I can answer any
questions about Joe Ramsey.

We worked together
for some time.

CHARLIE:
We appreciate it.

Charlie,
Charlie.

We'll cut him off!

(tires screeching)

(horns honking)

(panting)

(panting)

(grunts)

(panting)

(panting)

(school bell rings)
Hey, Erica, you don't make
the choice when to run.

I don't hear from you
in five minutes,

I put an alarm out
on your ass.

Couldn't keep
up with Erica?

She's fast.
You're slow.

Charlie's asking
for a satellite map

of the woods
behind the school.

That's all
protected
state land.

It's hundreds
of acres.

It's okay.

I know Tess can
help us find him.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Tess,
I'm Charlie.

Tess, I'm going to ask
you some questions.

I promise they're not
gonna be hard questions

like a test or anything.
They're gonna be easy.

I really think we should wait
until her parents get here.

We just don't have
the time, Ms. Cates.

At this point,
every second counts.

Tess, when you saw Mr. Ramsey,

were his
clothes torn?

Did-Did he appear hurt

in any way? Just something that
can help people notice him?

Ms. Samuels?
Yes.

Hi. Uh, Charlie
DuChamp.

U.S. Marshals.
Tess's dad.

Hi.

Honey, did he say
anything to you?

Map's up.

Local cops
scouring the woods.

CHARLIE:
He could be anywhere.
Yeah, so can Erica.

Is she okay?

Self-mutilation.
Sign of self-hatred.

Victims blame
themselves.

It'll get much worse
as she gets older.

Ramsey really did
a number on this kid.

(phone ringing)

Hey.

Where are you?
ERICA:
Beats the hell out of me.

Four or five miles
from the school, maybe.

When I call you, you answer!

I'm in the middle of
the freakin' woods, Ray. Okay,

I've got like one bar on this
thing, and if I was gonna run,

I wouldn't be answering,
would I?

Now get off my back!

Who do you think
you're talking to?

You don't freelance,
you hear what I'm saying?

You do what Charlie and I say
when we say it.

I see footprints in the mud.

Erica?

You there?

Erica!

Shut up. I know where he is.

We have a location.

Ramsey's in a house
on Lefferts Drive.

Lefferts. His wife's
house is on that street.

Let's go.

Tess, I promise you,

I will not let that man
come near you again.

Hey, when you
catch this animal,

do the world a
favor and kill him.

(door creaks open)

He's gone.

I turned around,
and there he was in my kitchen.

I thought
he was going to kill me.

He gave you no idea
where he was going?
No.

He went through my purse,
took what little cash I had.

(sniffles)

Here you go, ma'am.

Thank you.

These the kids?

Yeah. Joe used
to vacation there

every summer
when he was a boy,

and then we took our children.

And the hand
on your kid's shoulder--

I assume that's her father?

You know, at first
I didn't want to believe

what everybody was saying
about him,

but you can only keep your head
in the sand for so long.

I cut him out
of our lives

and our photographs.

Where are the
children now?
They're safe.

I enrolled them
in school two counties over.

I didn't have a choice.
CHARLIE:
Just to be safe,

until we apprehend him,
is there someplace you can go?

My parents live
in Pittsburgh.

We could go there.

Those children weren't
the only victims.

(siren blaring)

He would have gotten her off
that playground,

he would have killed her.

It was too close.

Hey, listen,
we couldn't have known

he would actually
go after her like that.

These perverts
are normally little worms

who don't come out
during the daylight.

Am I wrong, Lowery?

While your technical
assessment of them

normally being "worms"
is difficult to improve upon...

Don't be a wise ass.
I may be able to give a bit
more insight into Mr. Ramsey.

Uh, you guys, our
fugitive is actually

an incredible
case study.

Now, there is a common pathology
to pedophiles that,

though not intractable,
does serve as a template

from which we can
draw conclusions.

Look at Joe's
abuse progression.

First victim:
mere exposure.

Second victim:
petting.
Hey, man, come on, come on.

Just... third victim:
first time clothing is removed.

Okay, we got you.
Just hang on. I'm
trying to make a point.

Now, the next victim...
Christ, Lloyd, would
you just shut the hell up?!

These are little girls, okay?

CHARLIE:
She's going through some things.

I dealt with it. Just
wrap it up, Lloyd.

(train cars rattling)

Okay, bottom line is
that Ray is right.

Okay, these perverts normally
stay out of the daylight.

Sometimes for years.

And when they do finally decide
to act on their sick urges,

they invariably dip their toe
in the water.

But this crib creeper jumped
headfirst into the kiddie pool,

so the notion
that he could move

to more straightforward
violence is entirely possible.

He is so much more dangerous
than we ever thought,

because I have never seen an
abuse pathology like his before.

(sighs)

Now, uh...

the subject matter
is-is horrible,

granted, but I think
it's best if we all

try to look at this clinically
and not emotionally.

And speaking of clinically,

I could write a paper
on this guy

that could get me published
again so fast...

CHARLIE:
Lloyd, Lloyd, Ramsey's a runner

we're trying to
catch, all right?

It's not your chance to
become a teacher again.

Well, professor, but...

Don't poke the bear, Lloyd.

Charlie?

(clears throat)

Marisol, um, is
everything okay?

MARISOL:
You didn't pick up
your phone, so...

Can I talk to you
for a minute?
Yeah.

Baby, let's just
go downstairs.

Ray, can you...? Please.

Nice to meet you,
Mrs. DuChamp.

CHARLIE: Marisol, now's just
not a good time.
I know.

That's why I called
our travel agent,

I pushed our
flight five days.

We get back on
the 31st.

And we can move it again
without a penalty if we have to.

I don't think
we can.
No, we can.

Our travel agent
said we could.

We made these plans
when I was on a desk.

I mean, the job
I have right now--

it just jumps up, and just
grabs you like it did today.

I got to show them
that I can do it.

I mean, to cash in on my
vacation days this early--

it just wouldn't be
the right move.

I knew that you'd do this.

"We'll go away once I
get made a full marshal."

"We'll take a trip once
I get my task force."

I'm not a file clerk, Marisol.

My job is different
from most husbands.
And I know that.

And I'm proud of you.

But no one works all the time
for years without a break.

It's not healthy.

(phone ringing)

DuChamp.

Okay.

(phone beeps off)

I got to go.

You said you'd
get me off.

Easy, Joe.

Shut up!

You took all my money, and
I still went to prison.

Now it's time to pay it up.

He looked crazy, so I went for
a gun I keep in my top drawer.

You keep a gun
in your office?

I represent scumbags.

So before I could do anything,
Joe is all over me.

Gun goes off, bullet tears
through his shoulder, ends up

in my wall over there, but
he grabs the gun out of my hand.

He knocks me over the head,
and when I come to, he's gone.

So's the piece.
He was shot, but was still
able to knock you out?

I'm 76 years old,
you little turd.

When I was your age,
I'd kick your ass.

SHEA:
Easy, Grandpa. Just trying
to figure out how bad a wound

our boy's got.
What was it? 9mm?

Yeah, a man's gun.
Small caliber,
close range.

He can run,
but he'll have a slow bleed.

It'll make things
tough for him.

Yeah, now that he's hurt,
he'll become more desperate.

LLOYD:
Yeah, I have a quick question.

Why is this very charming
fellow still alive?

Screw you, peewee.

Okay, see? I barely know him,
and I want to shoot him.

Heard that.

Why didn't Joe?
He had a gun.

ERICA:
Well, maybe he was afraid

people heard them fighting,
so he took off.

Plus he was shot,
just wanted

to get out,
treat his wound.

You own a green BMW?

Yeah. Why?

It was found abandoned a few
miles away, blood on the seat.

First Tess, then the lawyer
who didn't get him off.

Joe Ramsey's
looking for revenge

on everybody he blames
for his incarceration.

Jules, get me security
to the judge and the prosecutor

in the Ramsey trial and
all the other victims.

JULIANNE:
Copy that.

He knew that the lawyer
would eventually realize

his car is missing,
so he had to dump it.

There's a lot
of real estate.

Could have gone
in any direction.

(phone ringing)

(phone beeps off)

That's how it starts.

First the office pop-ins,

and then you avoid
the wife's calls.

It's about our vacation
to St. Barts.

It's not a good time
at work right now.

Then you start canceling
trips because of the job.

You, my friend, are following
the Ray and Christina handbook.

Marisol and I are fine, Ray.

Girls that look like her say,
"Let's go to St. Barts,"

I'd go to St. Barts.

You might want to check out
Fire Island, Charlie.

I hear it's lovely.
You two done
talking yet?

ZANCANELLI:
Got two words for you:

Josh Pollack--

best divorce
lawyer in New York.

(phone ringing)

You really
should get that.

Hey, uh, I know
where he went.

He stopped as soon
as he saw something he wanted.

The green line into Boston.

ERICA:
Yeah, we passed a few trains
on the way here, but that's

the one he wanted
because as soon

as he saw it,
he ditched his car.

What are you doing?

Amazing what you learn
when you're stuck behind
a desk for six years, Ray.

I'm cross-referencing
all the stops on the green line

to the case file
for Joe's trial.

I mean, if he's going after
everybody he thinks

is responsible
for putting him away, then...

Carla Rodriguez, social worker

who testified
for the prosecution.

She has an office
on Charles Street

five stops down on the line.

Ray, call her office...
I'm already on it.

Got her machine.
If she's in session,
she might have

her phone turned off.
We gotta hurry.

(knocking)
U.S. Marshals.

(knocking)
Ms. Rodriguez,
U.S. Mar...

WOMAN:
Help! He's in here! Hurry!

He went out
the fire escape!

Go around!
He ran out the back!

Let's go. I'll take
the east side of the building.

Homeboy's got a gun;
I'll stay here.
Ditto.

At least keep a lookout
on the other block, okay?

And just call one of
the adults if you see something.

(panting)

(grunting)

(groaning, panting)

(phone ringing)

Mother, I can't talk right now.

Because I'm on the case!

Because that's how cops talk!

(grunts)

(pained groaning)

Mom, I'm down!

I lost him, but I think
he's on the ground.

Go a block over,
I'll wrap around--
we'll box him in.

(groaning)

You all right?
Yeah. Subway.

Hi.

(man speaking indistinctly
over P.A. system)

(click)

Don't move.

You've got a gun
pointed at a
federal officer.

I don't hurt children.

I love kids.

That's how you guys
rationalize it?

Pull the trigger.
I'll be happy to die

catching a piece
of garbage like you.

I'm getting off
at the next stop.

You're not.
You move,

and I will fire
into this car.

(man speaking indistinctly
over P.A. system)

We got lucky again--
we got there 20 seconds

after he locked himself
in a social worker's office.

This receipt fell out
of his pocket when he
knocked Lloyd over.

When I tackled him.
He must
have snatched

his wife's credit card
when he stole her money.

Get the account number.

Put an alarm on it.
Oh, my God,

you guys, look
at these pictures Tess drew.

She made herself really small;
means she was feeling weak.

And she didn't even put
her parents in any of them,

which indicates that
she felt totally vulnerable,

like nobody
could help her.

Why'd you take
the social worker's file?

Is there anything
in there that we
don't already know?

LLOYD:
Well, not really--
but this Ramsey profile,

psychologically,
is one in a million,
and if I could

find a way to
present this...
Hey, Lloyd,

didn't I tell you you're
not gonna write this paper?

There's no way you're gonna
publicize that you're a part

of this team without having
the people in the max house

shank you when
you get there.

And that's exactly where
I'm gonna send you.

Stop thinking of yourself.

(sighs)

Hey.
Get out.

You seem angry.
And the last time

you were angry, you
kind of punched me in the face,

so maybe I could throw
a little water on
the fire for my sake.

Listen... I know
that I'm an A-hole,

but I'm a pretty good doctor.

Parents who can't even
protect their kids

still get to keep them, and
I don't even get to see mine?

It's not right.
No, it isn't.

And despite your,
uh, semi-psychotic
rage-control issues,

you have the protective
instincts that are necessary

to be a wonderful mother.

Nothing stronger than that,
and you have it in spades.

I don't want to talk to you
about this, okay?

You are not

my friend.

I'm not trying
to be your friend.

I'm trying to keep you walking
the line so that we can all

keep our jobs.
I can do my job.

I'm just gonna do as Charlie
said and... and bottle it up

and focus on work.

I wouldn't advise that.
Would you just get

the hell out of here, Lowery,
before you get another

up-close look at my rage issues?

Give me your gun.
I want to shoot
some people.
What?

You get to play doctor;
I get to play G-man.

G-man's FBI.

You told Erica
to bottle it up?

What kind of Guatemalan
med school did you

go to, Charlie?
She's got to focus
on the task at hand.

She needs an emotional
release, jackass.

Her father was murdered,
her kid was taken away from her.

She has rage issues,
and you're telling her
to put a cork

in Mount Vesuvius.

Did you just call
me a jackass?

(quietly):
Possibly, yeah.

JULIANNE:
Credit card hit.

Uh, recently used at a
convenience store

in Portland, Maine.

How the hell
did he get up there?

I doubt this guy
knows how to hotwire.

CHARLIE:
He's going to Canada.

There are 611 miles of border.

ZANCANELLI:
He's not going
to the border.

At his wife's house,
the fishing photo.

There was a sign for Bar Harbor.

Now, Joe's wife said he went
there every summer as a kid.

He knows the area.

There's a car ferry

from Bar Harbor to Canada.

Okay, I'll put an alarm out

to all of the main precincts
and the ferry.

Okay. Call the field office,
get us a plane and a car.

Director's gonna kill
me for this. Erica!

Quit sulking--
we got work to do.

Hey, you're hurt.
You stay.

I appreciate the effort.

Thank you, Raymond.

Don't get cocky.

Julianne.

Raise your right hand.

Julianne Simms, I
hereby deputize you as
a Deputy U.S. Marshal

to supervise this
inmate currently under
provisional release.

Uh... I do?

We didn't just
get married, Julianne.

Uh, yeah.

Uh, uh, yes.

All right.

Don't cause any
problem, dumb-ass.

(coughs)

LLOYD:
Children are so symbolic.

Especially when they're
expressing a trauma--
it protects them

from having to say
what actually happened.

Look-- in this one,

Tess literally
made herself

an animal's prey.
That's because
she was.

I wonder why she picked a bird.

Why not a bear or a tiger?

Something more fierce.

(whispers):
His buckle.

Honey, did he say
anything to you?

LLOYD:
Oh, my God.

What would you say if
a pedophile came after your kid?

You know, "Did he touch you?"

"Did he lay a
finger on you?"

Tess's father
didn't say any of that.

Honey, did he

say anything to you?

He wanted to know
if Joe said

anything to Tess--
like maybe Joe was

trying to convince her
to tell the truth.

Because there's
only three people

that know Joe's innocent:

Tess, Joe, Daddy.

I'm completely
not following you.
Okay.

The case history said
that Tess's teachers

knew something was
bothering her, okay?

So she was questioned,
she saw some doctors,

and eventually, she said
she was being abused.

Very brave.

But to turn in
your own dad.

Come on, no
eight-year-old
is that brave.

And meanwhile, she has adults
demanding answers from her.

"Who did this to you, Tess?
You have to tell us, Tess."

All the while, her dad is
right there in the room,

staring at her,
scaring her to death.

So she picks somebody,
a man that she sees

every day at school,
Joe Ramsey.

But there were five victims.

There were well-meaning
but hysterical parents

who heard that a counselor
at their child's school

was a pedophile.

"Come on, sweetheart,
you can tell us.

"Mommy and Daddy
won't be mad.

"It's not your fault.

"We'll only be upset if
you're keeping a secret.

"You're not keeping
a secret, are you?

Tell us when Mr. Ramsey
molested you."

This can happen?
It has happened.

The McMartin
Day Care Trial.

The, uh, Tonya
Craft prosecution.

If you mix terrified
parents, scared kids,

uh, barely qualified
social workers

and an ambitious
prosecution,

you have yourself a
modern-day witch trial.

Where are you going?
Massachusetts.

And you're driving me,
because Mother

never let me get my permit.

JULIANNE:
W-We can't leave.

I was deputized.

Uh, we shouldn't
even be down here.

You're right,

but this is your chance
to actually be a marshal

instead of somebody that was
tossed out of the academy

for psychiatric
afflictions--
and I'm sorry,

it's just, it's
really obvious to me.

I-I just can't.

Let me call Charlie.

He will say no, okay?
I need proof

before I bring all this
stuff to Charlie.

I need to talk to Tess.

Hm. You want me to go
outside of my comfort zone,

drive on a highway...

Uh...

I have partial
agoraphobia,

tachophobia,

neophobia...
I have send-an-innocent-
man-to-jail-aphobia.

Not to mention, Tess is
still living with her father,

which means she is
living in hell.

Come on, I'll talk you

through it,
I will help you,

but we have to go now.

(slaps tabletop)

I promise you'll be fine.

Hey, Mrs. Samuels.

Uh, you might remember
me from the school.

I'm Special Agent
Lloyd Lowery.

This is...
my colleague,
Julianne Simms.

We just had
some follow-up
questions for you.

I, uh...
Sure, come in.

Thank you.

(clears throat)

You okay?

Tough drive.

Hi, Tess.

How can I help you?

Well, we were
just wondering

if you have any
of Tess' old report cards.

When we eventually
prosecute Mr. Ramsey,

we'd like to show
the adverse effects

he's had
on all aspects

of his victims' lives,
including,

you know,
academics and such.

Yeah, I'd have to go
and find them.

LLOYD:
I would really appreciate it.
Thanks so much.

Tess, I'll be right back.

(clears throat)

(whispering):
Okay, go talk to her.

No.

What?
You're the doctor.

She's not going
to open up to a man,

and you were just driving on
I-95; you can talk to a kid.

It's okay.

Hi.

I'm Julianne.

Um...

(quietly):
It's okay.

We came here
because we were wondering

if there was something
about this situation

that you'd want
to tell us...

something that maybe
you haven't been able

to tell anybody yet.

I know what it's like

to feel stress
and pressure

and feel like nobody understands

what you're feeling,

and I know
what it's like

to feel scared.

You don't have
to be scared,

'cause we're here
to help you.

(phone rings)

A tip came
in-- a guy

matching Joe's description
is filling up a minivan

on Route 9, just
outside Bar Harbor.

Okay, I'll forward it.

Keep going.

(phone rings)

He's only two
miles away.

We'll get there
before the local cops.

They're going to be there
in two minutes.

Tess, people are
after Mr. Ramsey.

It could get
dangerous.

If you have something to say,

something that you've kept
to yourself,

you have
to say it now.

Okay,

hey, Tess,
we don't have much time.

You don't have
to say anything,

but if you want,
you can nod your head.

Okay, if you're keeping
a secret about what happened,

it's okay if you want
to nod your head.

Now is the time
to be brave, Tess.

It's okay.

What the hell are you doing?

Ma'am, there is something
going on under your roof

that you need to...
Get out now,
or I get my gun.

Tess, be brave now, come on,
you can just nod your head

if you want.
Get out!

Roll down
your window,

put your hands outside
where we can see 'em!

If you do not respond,

we will fire.

ZANCANELLI:
He could be loading ammo.

Okay.

Fire on three.

One, two...

Don't shoot.

Put your hands
where I can see 'em!

Gun!
Put the weapon
down, Joe!

(clatters)

Kick the weapon
under your car.

I said kick the weapon
under your car.

(phones ringing)

What's going on?
From Julianne-- 911.

Well, put it over
the car speaker.

Jules, everything all right?

LLOYD: Charlie, Ray?
Ramsey is innocent.

He is the victim of hysteria
and overreaction.

He is not a criminal.

Well, that's strange; he's got
a gun he won't step away from.

Look, he hasn't hurt anybody
since he broke out.

He could have shot
that lawyer,

he could have attacked
the social worker,

but he was going to people
he thought could help him

by telling the truth,

by reopening the case,
reconsidering their testimony.

He's a desperate man;
he is not a bad man.

Tess' father is;
he's the one,

not Joe.

Please believe him.

Shut up.
Lloyd, do you have proof?

No, but I saw something
in Tess' eyes, Charlie.

I'm a doctor; I can tell when
somebody's hiding something.

You got to be kidding me, Lloyd.

Hang up the
phone, Shea.

Kick the weapon
under your car, Joe.

Kick the weapon
under your car.

Last time I'm
going to tell you.

There's somebody
inside.

No... no!

On your knees.

Stop, he's been
through enough!

On your knees.

Lloyd might
be right.

If Joe was dangerous, she
would not be running away

with him with
her kids.
Debate's over.

MEREDITH:
Joe.

We catch fugitives,
and we take 'em in.

(grunts)
That's it.

(handcuffs click)

(grunting)

What were you thinking?

That he was innocent.

Our job is to
chase and catch,

Julianne, not
question and judge.

LLOYD: What if you're
wrong, Charlie?

Okay, an accused
pedophile

escapes and then is
thrown back into prison.

The notoriety alone will
get him killed in one year.

Well, he might last longer
in there than you do, 'cause

I'm seriously reconsidering
you both on this team.

This was bullshit.

J-Just go.

(sighs)

Busted-up leg,
chewed out.

That's what you get for
jumping into the fray, stupid.

(clears throat)

RECORDING:
You have one new message.

( beep )

MARISOL:
Hey, it's me.

Look, I'm just going to go
with Sarah from work.

I'd rather be going with you,
but I guess that can't be, so...

I'll see you on the 31st.

(clicks, beeps)

(sighs)

Uh...

I just wanted
to drop off my cell phone.

Yeah.

Look, we think
the important people

are always going to be
in our lives until they aren't.

You should go.

Her flight's already left.

Uh, my daughter
told me something.

I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

We're gonna need more chicken
for next week, Tim.

Hey... did you catch him?

Yeah, I just did.

Should I still do the world
a favor and kill the animal?

Get him out of here.

I'll be back.

Where the hell are we?

(knocking)

Charlie DuChamp,
U.S. Marshals.

I've got a woman here
that wants to see her kid.

Erica, you might want
to wake up for this.

(sobbing)

There's that emotional release
I was talking about.