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Come on, Daddy, let's go play on the beach!

I'm getting my shoes off, hang on. - Come on!

Just run right in, run right in.

Cold, huh?

It's going to be a big castle.

Let me know if you strike oil.

Hi. - Hi, how are you?

I've been waiting forever.

Dad, the train was on time, you're always early.

You starting already? - Can't you take it?

Come on, let's go.

You all right, honey?

You know you can tell me things.

I'm not as bad at communication and son and so forth as you might think.

I've lived in the world.

I'm not pregnant.

No, no. I wasn't saying that.

Yeah you were.

You seeing someone? - Yeah.

Someone with a name?

Ah, you wouldn't like him. - How do you know I wouldn't?

I wish you had someone.

Who says I don't have a honey stashed away.

You're my girl.

Careful, it's hot.

I'm not really sure how to cook it.

You finally got a vegetable and I don't know if I can eat it.

You all right? You've been to the doctor, yeah?

When's the last time you went? - I get a physical every year.

Right, they make you. - Careful.

So how did you get time off work? - You don't even know what I do.

Of course I do.

Dad, I'm a glorified intern.

I can get off when I want.

I wanted to come home.

I'm glad you did.

Maybe you'll tell me what's wrong.

I'm just tired, you know.

I think I got a bug.

Yeah, want to lie down? Go on.

Go upstairs, lie down.

I got you're room ready for you. - I know you do, Dad.

Or, ginger ale to settle your stomach. I'll get you some.

I always keep some ginger ale on hand.

Honey!

Come on.

It's okay. - Dad?

Oh my God, oh my God, Dad, I have to go to a doctor!

Dad, I've got to tell you something! - What?

Okay, I got you.

Craven!

Oh, Jesus!

You're my girl.

I know.

Holy anointment...

Love and mercy, may the grace of...

May the... may the...

Hey, there's Bill. - I'll let him know.

About 5'9", 5'10". Thinks he was white from what he saw.

Yelled out one word, "Craven," then he fired.

Jesus Christ.

Hit Emma instead.

Then he ran.

Didn't pursue.

You want water, coffee or something?

Want something stronger?

I know somewhere in here there's a dusty bottle of Crown Royal.

You're going to put the first foot forward.

Tommy, I don't care if it's now. I'll sit with you, okay.

Get out of here. He's not a basket case, get out.

Get him a coffee.

I want a glass of ginger ale. - Get him a ginger ale.

We'll get him, Tommy.

You know how I react to things like this, officer involved.

Officer involved.

We ought to do that for everybody.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

If you want to get philosophical, I'll do that.

Want to get cleaned up?

No, I'm all right.

Come stay with Carol and me.

No.

You can't stay here. - This is where I live.

If you won't come with me, guess... - Can't everybody just finish up and go?

This is someone armed and dangerous. - What do you think I am?

Everyone just get out and stop gawking. Finish up an go.

Get out! Get out!

Emma Craven's phone.

Hello?

Are you all right?

Dad, are you all right?

I'm fine.

Who's my little girl?

Em.

Who's my little sweetheart? - Em.

The shooting of a Boston police detective's daughter leads our news.

MIT graduate Emma Craven, 24, was killed in front of her home in Roslindale

by a man thought to be targeting her father.

Kathy, I understand police don't have much to go on.

There's a lot of unanswered questions in this case.

24-year-old Emma Craven was gunned down

outside of this home, on the porch behind me.

Sources tell me the suspect may be someone...

Turn that shit off.

...Craven had a run in with while working.

You all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Your neighbors saw nothing and the rain hasn't left much for forensics.

We need to go through your cases, Tommy.

You must have an instinct on this, something?

Not off the top of my head, no.

Well, they want to see you upstairs. - Yeah?

Off subject, this is my daughters phone.

I need a list of all the contacts. I got to talk to her friends, etc.

Janet can do all that, don't worry. - Blocked incomings too.

Tom, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Anything you need from me and Mary...

Tell us about the arrangements. - It'll be in the Globe and the Herald.

I haven't been down, you know to... - Yeah.

Thank you.

Bill Whitehouse is running things. He has every resource we possess.

This is a cop thing, officer involved.

So, will you take a leave of absence?

No.

Tom, we can't have you on this investigation.

It's a rule.

Well, since it's me that's got to figure out who'd want to kill me

I'd rather get paid, so the rules don't apply.

He's right, isn't he?

I think he is, yeah.

All right.

I got to make a statement.

Anything you want in there? Want to stand with me?

No. Thank you. - The media want to see you.

I don't want any part of it.

I'm not sitting in the murder room, no point.

There's no evidence.

If we had a gun or something...

Jesus, I can't think.

It'll come to me.

It'll come to me, but not here.

I got to drive around, think.

You do what you need to do. Keep me informed, I'll punch you in.

I got to go, coroner wants to ID the body.

Are you up to it? - Yeah. I want my case files brought up.

Nothing this year makes any sense at all.

I'll have them sent to your house.

Sure.

Cause of death: Injuries from gunshot wounds.

Massive hemorrhage.

Heart seizure due to shock.

Tom, this is very difficult.

You've done it, but it's not the same. - Let's get it over with.

Is this your daughter?

Emma Charlotte Craven?

Yes it is.

Leave her alone!

Let me have some scissors.

What?

Scissors, I need some scissors.

Don't cry, Dad.

I'm not.

I don't know if I can make it.

You have to.

All right.

You're wasting two guys here at my house, Bill.

If you want them round here, have them go door to door.

Someone's trying to kill you. They're staying.

I got nothing. Nothing.

I don't have enemies.

I never lived or said what I thought enough to.

You know I understand...

This isn't a personal conversation, Bill, don't get nervous.

Tell the two uniforms

to stop pissing in the bushes, they can come in the house.

This is your beach.

Come on, Daddy. Come on!

Come on, Daddy! Come on!

Come play with me! Come here, Daddy!

Come on, Daddy!

Come on, Daddy!

Let's go play on the beach!

Okay, sweetheart, I'll be right there in a little while.

You ready for this?

Ski mask found in a hedge, five doors from you.

We got hair, Caucasian. It's in for DNA.

Keep me posted. - Where you going?

Mr. Burnham?

Settle down, I'm not going to hurt you.

See? You know my daughter.

What are you, her boyfriend?

Yeah, all right. Okay.

I'm Emma's father.

I'll let you go now. You going be all right?

Okay, be nice. Okay? Jesus!

Sorry, but you got to get the fuck out of here.

Give me a minute, I want to ask you a couple questions.

If you'd just answer the door. What the hell you so scared of?

Is this your handgun?

How did my daughter get a damn handgun?

Did you give it to her? Is this yours? - I gave it to her!

All right.

Why?

A shotgun isn't on your weapons' list, you own one?

You think... - This is your pistol.

It's illegal in Massachusetts, I tell the police you opened the door with it

that's a year in jail.

Not that I don't have you for trying to stick me in the doorway.

You'd be lying. - I don't care.

I know you, you're her dad.

You never came to visit her, didn't even bother.

You worked with her.

And I need to know what kind of trouble she was in.

I can't talk about that.

You need security clearance to work where we do.

I can understand you won't help me, but I'm confused you won't help Emma.

She's dead, man. There's no way to help Emma.

There are probably two guys out there watching and listening to us right now.

I'm sorry, you got to get the fuck out of here now.

Please.

Or I'm dead.

There's something I need to give you.

Yeah? Yeah, sure, go ahead.

Here's the keys to her place.

And her personal things.

Thanks.

Look, I'm going to leave you alone now

till you realize you got to talk to me.

I know you're a good guy

or Emma wouldn't have had nothing to do with you.

Here's my card. It's got my cell on it, okay.

Call.

You were right, I don't like him.

Why did you have a gun, honey?

So what is it I can do for you, Millroy?

What do you do usually, Jedburgh?

If someone has a national security problem

they dial a number in northern Virginia,

and then I decide what happens next.

What's your problem?

Consulting a security consultant. - So consult.

There's a company called Northmoor.

They own a number of Defense Department contracts.

It's not an Agency front. It's a real private company.

That is unusual.

They have private security, autonomous.

Well, I'm autonomous myself.

These are the facts:

One of their facilities was penetrated.

Three people died escaping.

A fourth, an employee who may have been involved was killed.

By Northmoor security?

I didn't say that. No one would.

Fact is, we don't know.

She was shot dead five nights ago.

Her father's a Boston detective.

The Boston police are assuming that her father was the target.

And what are we assuming?

That he wasn't.

Who killed her? - That's not the issue at this point.

National security is the issue.

I know your function, Jedburgh.

This has to be cleaned up.

Whatever it takes?

Yes.

You absolutely sure you want me to look into this?

Because you have to be sure.

She was killed in Boston. - Yeah.

But this isn't part of that.

You think it's a funeral robbery? - Yeah.

Look...

I don't want this getting mixed up in the other business, all right?

You do me a solid in Boston sometime.

Thanks.

Hello?

Hello, my name is Tom Craven.

Your number was in my daughters phone.

I'm Emma's father, I'm a policeman.

I just want to know what you were to Emma, find out what happened.

It says in the papers what happened.

Someone tried to kill you and they got her.

Is that what you think happened?

I run a shop, a luggage shop.

I want to keep doing so.

Look, I'd like to talk to you in person. Will you do that?

About Northmoor?

Yeah, sure, about anything you want to talk about.

How do I know you're you? - You'll know.

You'll see I can't be anyone else but Emma's father.

Will you help me?

Look, I'm out of state, at my grandmother's.

I have your number, I'll call you.

I'm here to see John Bennett.

Detective Craven.

Jack Bennett.

I'm sorry for your loss. - Thank you.

We were shocked to hear of Emma's death, she was a valued member of our team.

I can't say I knew her well, but she is well thought of.

She is missed.

Thank you.

This hill was excavated in the 60s.

It was a site for Nike nuclear missiles.

Miles of tunnels and launch chambers. I'm sure Emma told you.

No, she never talked about work.

So Northmoor bought this from the government?

Well, we lease it.

For money?

Coffee?

I'll have a ginger ale.

Certainly.

Annie, get the detective a ginger ale. - Of course.

Please.

You have interesting friends.

Yes.

This facility brings a great deal of money

to Massachusetts, as reflected in the tax breaks.

How can I help you?

I want to know what my daughter did here.

In what sense?

She didn't tell you about her work? - Perhaps because of security protocols.

And what are they, in your understanding?

I have no understanding, she never talked about work.

Right.

You understand that most of what we do is classified, almost everything.

But despite her qualifications, your daughter was a trainee.

She was a full employee, so there is a benefit package.

You should see personnel about that. - I'm not interested in that just yet.

All our people are very well insured.

I'll bet they are.

Well, what we do here...

Northmoor is a research facility.

We have a government mandate to develop a clean energy source

based on fusion technology, very green.

And weapons.

You make them?

Well, if we did, it would be classified.

You're a policeman and have access to this information anyway,

so I can tell you Northmoor is part

of the nation's nuclear program.

We ensure the nation's nuclear stockpile remains ready for the president's order.

Not weapons, raw materials.

Emma was a part of this? - God, no.

As an intern she had no involvement. She worked on the research floor.

We

very, very much regret Emma's death.

It must be very painful for you, given the circumstances.

You mean that she was shot instead of me?

As a parent I can only guess your pain, I think.

Yet I'm sure I can't imagine its full dimensions.

I've taken enough of your time, I'd like to talk to her friends.

Of course.

I'll see what I can do, tell personnel. Get you a list of numbers, etc.

Can I ask you a question?

What does it feel like?

Thanks.

You ready for this? - I'm ready for anything.

We have a DNA match. - Oh, really? Give me the skinny.

Clear right!

Got a man down on the couch! Give me one.

Contact! Move!

You're awfully calm, Tom. - Not much good to be any other way.

No buzz of this guy, nothing?

This guy was a comer in his profession, a hit man.

What's the matter? - Nothing.

What were you looking at?

Says in the log his hair was 2.5 inches long.

So he cut his hair.

Not as recently as a week ago.

So what are you saying? - I'm not saying anything.

Hair can stick to a hat for a long time, years.

Decades.

Why would a pro blow off two barrels

instead of saving one for his target?

Creeping up on a bereaved man at a murder scene isn't very bright.

Mr. Craven, we have things to talk about.

Like your name, what you're doing here? - Like who shot your daughter.

You know who did it?

If I was looking for a man who may have

and had a limited imagination, which I do not,

I might have looked at the poor bastard you found today.

The known killer.

The unusually well-known killer.

Makes you think.

What are you burning? - None of your business.

Go ahead.

Cigar? - I'm not celebrating just now.

I know you don't smoke. I saw your DARPA file.

That's my way of saying you've got one.

Want to tell me what that is?

Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency.

Their slogan is

"Scientia est Potentia."

And I know you know Latin.

Sta sursum. You know what that means?

"Stand the fuck up." - Please do so.

Well, it seems you're no on in particular.

Just some English guy standing on my lawn

with a D.C. license.

Thank you.

Is Northmoor part of DARPA? - Well, that's hard to tell.

Why you here?

Your daughter was flagged as a possible terrorist threat to the U.S.

I said "flagged", I didn't say she was.

Funny the Boston Police didn't come up with that.

Funny if they had.

What the fuck are you burning out there?

Fucking Christ!

My English friend, Mr. Davenport, about six feet tall 220 pounds,

is enjoying a cigar.

Is he putting it out? I can't sleep.

You said my daughter was a terrorist.

I didn't, but someone did.

Who are you, Mr. Jedburgh?

I'm a friend of the court. And I'm a bit fucking cold out here.

Pills, pills, pills.

Not like when we were kids.

Then it was "pills, pills, pills" in a very different context.

You're not much of a partier, are you?

I mean, what do you do for fun?

What do you mean, recently?

Why the interest in my daughter's death?

Well, I don't like the look of it. What do you think?

Do you recognize them?

Should I?

They broke into a U.S. classified nuclear research facility,

then drowned in the Connecticuit River making their escape.

Now I know that sounds bollocks, but it's not.

Northmoor isn't federal. I checked.

So if you're saying my daughter was involved,

you can just get her for trespassing.

Her apartment was tossed, her computer was stolen.

And do the police know that you know that?

No.

You're a smart fucker.

What does Northmoor do?

What have they done?

The people that drowned belonged to Nightflower.

You know, tree huggers, militants, new age fuckups.

Sometimes they blow shit up. Infrequently, and not very well.

You can look them up, the organization, but not the dead guys.

They're classified.

She wasn't an activist, not the type. My daughter was not a joiner.

She was more like me.

If she did anything, she would've done it alone.

There's a point when anybody can become an activist.

I mean, you see something happen that's so wrong you have to act.

Even if it means the end of you.

Now, let's just say she was involved.

Her companions died and she came home.

She didn't say anything.

She meant to, she wanted to, but she didn't make it.

I'm going to advise my department of one,

which is me,

to let you continue your investigation.

Even though you sometimes burn the evidence in your own back garden.

And you, an officer of the court.

I'm not going to arrest anyone.

I never do.

Are you going to try to stop me?

It depends.

See you around.

You know sometimes I feel like Diogenes.

You know, he walked around with a lamp,

looking for an honest man.

How did it turn out?

What, for him?

Don't remember.

But you and I did pretty good.

Bon chance.

Thought you were going to wait till I was a nice guy.

I seriously need to be seen telling you to fuck off.

You have no idea, you don't understand, go home, go...

There's nothing you can do to me.

Sometimes you can't choose what kind of guy you are.

And you understand because you're doing that right now.

May I?

Drinking the good stuff because your job's going so well?

This an intervention?

If so, call people who don't whack me around because I'm afraid to die.

I assumed you'd be some kind of scientist.

Didn't think your daughter would go for a grease monkey?

Something like that.

If you want to beat yourself up.

What if I said she said I reminded her of you.

Except drinky.

Something about no bullshit and no patience for Broadway musicals.

You're looking at me like I'm crazy.

Somebody shot my girlfriend, have you factored that in?

What do you know about Nightflower?

See granola or C-4 in my cabinets?

Politics don't interest me. - What did interest you?

Look, I'm under contract.

I have a five-year contract,

I'm surveilled, I'll lose my fucking job

if I talk to you, no matter who's dead.

How did Emma get people through the security

at a classified nuclear R & D facility?

There's a rumor she had help. - You.

No, I passed a polygraph at work.

What happened?

Level with me, I'm not a cop now. It's just you and me, what happened?

You got somewhere else we can talk?

You didn't pass the polygraph, you know? They just told you that you did.

Emma was writing to Senator Pine.

She went to a greaseball lawyer to see about getting out of her security...

What was his name?

Sampson...

Sanderman.

Anyway, no one could help her.

Whistle-blowers always sound like psychos.

Pine didn't get back to her, so then it was these Nightflower assholes.

She got them in through cooling tunnels.

I mean, she didn't go in herself, but she was there.

How was Emma exposed to radiation?

She wasn't.

That's what I'm saying, she didn't go in.

They were exposed, but not her.

She wasn't in the tunnels.

And the people that went in?

There's a protocol.

It's Bennett, he's insane.

In case of a breach they release radiated steam.

Now, I can't prove this, and you can't prove it.

I mean, these are clever fuckers.

You're a cop, you got to help me.

Sure. Come with me, tell me the truth. We'll get you deposed by a lawyer.

No, I'm sorry. No.

I like you, you're Emma's dad.

But you have to go.

All right. You can always change your mind.

In the meantime, here, this is yours.

It's loaded.

That's illegal in Massachusetts. - Everything's illegal in Massachusetts.

What's it feel like?

Evening, senator. - Good evening.

Two days ago you gave a speech

in which you criticized Senator Stafford's position...

We all have positions.

With good reason, the American people are asking

whether the price they have paid for security is too high.

That's an answer one would expect.

Does it jibe with your support of secret research facilities in your state?

I am curious about what you're asking.

Now, as far as this administration's failed policy regarding...

Senator, what can you tell me about Northmoor?

I'm not familiar with the practices of...

The parent company is one of your biggest donors.

All I can say about my donors is they are vetted and above board.

There is a growing petition movement to ban military R & D in Massachusetts.

I understand that.

I understand that.

But people have to realize the importance of R & D

to the Massachusetts economy.

Now, to your question about Senator Stafford.

I fully agree with his desire to expand oversight of R & D, but...

I never had kids.

Maybe it's better not to have had one than to see one die.

No.

It was worth everything to have her.

Public drinking is illegal.

Everything's illegal in Massachusetts.

Payback for the Tea Party.

You ever had wine before? - No, not with any pleasure.

Besides, with you I think I'd have to secretly switch glasses.

My daughter was irradiated.

I don't know how, but I think it was our friends at Northmoor.

Later she was gunned down.

And I want to know what you think about that.

A source says the Nightflower people were intentionally exposed to radiation.

But that source is dead now.

He wasn't a bad guy.

No.

You know better than anyone,

cases like this are never solved, too complicated, too much hard work.

There's a lot going on in this world.

You just never can connect A to B.

How do you know that?

I'm usually the guy that stops you from doing it, it's part of what I do.

If I was an employee at Northmoor

and I wanted to blow the whistle,

what would I be blowing it on?

Let's take a walk and talk about it.

I'm not walking into the dark with you.

You're a wise man.

You on my side?

Well, that's hard to tell.

You know Scott Fitzgerald's thing

about an artist who's a man who has two opposing ideas in his head?

He believes in both simultaneously? - I heard of it.

That's sort of the beginning of it.

What's that like, not being anyone in particular?

I don't know what it means to have lost a child,

but I know what it means never to have had one.

You got nobody left to bury you.

Oh, by the way...

Thanks for not killing me.

Detective, how do you feel about a suspect being identified?

You're here later than the others.

That because you got a lousy boss?

I'm so sorry for you. Sorry I have to be here.

That's all right. You got a business card?

Thanks.

Go home.

It's too late to be out here. I'll call you, huh?

I knew this would be the outcome.

Mr. Sanderman?

Sorry. Did I interrupt? - No.

I'm Detective Thomas Craven, Boston Police.

I know who you are. I'm sorry for your troubles.

Thanks.

I understand my daughter was your client.

Yes.

I mean, no. We had a consultation.

She never formally became my client.

It says on her phone that you and she had dinner on the 18th last month.

Yes, I asked her on a date.

Well, how did it go?

Fine.

Fine. She was a nice girl, smart as a...

Sorry, I have to go. - I'll come with you.

What's this about?

She came to you to blow the whistle on something.

You know, from when cops used to blow whistles.

I can't talk about that. - I don't want you to.

But you invited her out to dinner that night.

Gee, you're really nervous.

And you're two seconds away from telling me this is inappropriate.

Well, I know you couldn't represent her in a non-disclosure contract,

but you probably suggested further discussion on the matter over spaghetti.

You had two agendas. You wanted to have sex with her...

I'm not passing judgement.

And, Mr. Sanderman, you wanted to know what security breach she represented.

I have to get to a deposition in Springfield.

You represent Northmoor.

She came to you, but you're their attorney.

Let me add that you organized western Mass for Senator Pine,

who put your name before two governors for district judge.

You were about to say something?

I don't have anything to say, and you are out of your depth.

Talk to me or I'll go to the papers and tell them my daughter came to you,

that you didn't tell her you were Northmoor's attorney.

You'd be in the middle of a big story about how my daughter was the target.

You want that? - On what evidence?

I'll forge your fucking diary.

Getting you in trouble is good enough. Listen, this isn't about police.

Or being arrested.

This is about me knowing what I have to and you telling me.

Now I want to see the senator.

See him? Who the fuck do you think you are?

I'm the guy with nothing to lose.

You tell him that! And fasten your fucking seatbelt.

Look, Daddy, lots of ABCs.

I want to go to her apartment.

I want to see her things.

That's not a good idea right now.

I'm sorry.

I am so scared.

Look, I'd take you for coffee or food, but we have to just talk now.

I'd like to ask you things about her.

Personal things maybe I never knew, but there's no time.

Look, I can't take this, okay?

Talk to me, huh?

I introduced her to them.

To who?

Fuck!

Corporations this, corporations that... - Just keep it straight.

Nightflower had a little shack on the river.

I am so afraid. - Who are you afraid of?

They came to my house, these guys in black suits

asking about Emma, I lied.

What was Northmoor doing that Emma wanted to expose?

Bennett's the motherfucker. It's Bennett.

That's all she wanted to say at first, that he was insane.

Whatever he was,

what were they doing there, why Nightflower?

She couldn't go to the papers.

The Senator wouldn't help. You're not hearing this from me!

All right, you are not! I run a luggage store.

I got a three-year-old. - I'm not hearing this from you.

What was Northmoor doing that Emma wanted to expose?

She had this for you.

In case.

I never wanted...

I'm just a person.

You know, I'm just a person. - Okay, I know.

Go back to your baby, okay.

I never saw you.

All right? Go on.

I got to tell you something else first. - What?

She thought they poisoned her.

You know...

I always liked this town.

When she moved out here

she said it reminded her of Paris in the 20s.

We got a very traditional home in Boston

and maybe it wasn't what she wanted out of life.

Tell me the name of her contact at Nightflower and we're done.

No, I'm done now.

In her phone records there was a Robinson.

That the guy?

Yeah. Now I'm done.

We've stabilized her.

She's in a coma, we weren't able to save her leg.

She has a child, is anybody coming? - Her parents just arrived.

Thanks.

Go ahead, I'll keep you posted.

My name is Emma Charlotte Craven.

I work at Northmoor Massachusetts as a research assistant.

I know I'm violating the security conditions of my work.

And I know I am committing a crime.

But I'm doing this because I've exhausted every legal avenue available

and no one would listen, so now I have to do what's right.

Northmoor is breaking the law.

They are making nuclear weapons, but not American weapons.

Weapons designed to foreign specifications

and built with foreign material.

So if these bombs were ever used

they'd be traced back to another country, and not the U. S.

I've stolen documents, images, blueprints.

But we need proof of the weapons themselves,

so I'm showing some people how to get into the facility and video evidence.

I'm recording all this because I'm very scared.

I'm under constant surveillance.

My phone is tapped and I'm being followed.

Chances are if you're watching this I'll already be dead.

I love you, Dad.

Next time a contractor asks to run his security what should I say?

I suppose that's up to you.

This is called a containment situation, because there are things uncontained

and some will never go back in the box.

You're scared about Craven, wisely so. But here's the analysis:

Apart from him, three parents have lost kids

And now you have an employee try to run over a single mother

only to be shot in the head by the cop you bereaved.

I don't know what you mean.

You know the thing about the dead? They have lovers, friends, relatives.

A billion loose ends. Let's go to the start of this debacle.

Nightflower are paranoid, anti-corporate, hubristic freaks.

Give them ice cream, they think of the devil.

You think three of their people drowning is going to read as an accident?

It was. And the man involved in the other incident was a Bosnian.

As far as the paperwork is concerned he's alive and well in London right now.

I can do my job. It seems I can also do yours.

What you're doing is not my job.

Isn't it?

Even if the drownings were accidental,

those bodies were disposed of secretly by a radiation team.

By your people.

You told my office they were terrorists, not U.S. citizens you contaminated.

One is the only child of a mom with multiple sclerosis.

If she's on TV saying, "Last I knew they were breaking into Northmoor."

You know what I'm saying? Do you understand what you've done?

What's worse, me doing it, if something was done, or you covering it up?

I'm just a private individual, a citizen.

You, on the other hand, are the U.S. government.

What I am is the guy who's only fuckup was letting you have a security fiefdom.

There was never a break-in.

Northmoor has never had a security breach or an accident.

Northmoor does not make weapons.

Least of all, things supposed in contingencies best known to you

to look like Jihadist dirty bombs.

I wouldn't worry about it, Moore.

"Fuck you, it's classified" still works as far as I'm concerned.

Are you even here, Mr. Bennett?

I'm at my house in Virginia. I got food poisoning. And you?

Oh, I'm not here.

Is Robinson keeping his part of the bargain?

Mr. Robinson? - Yes.

Mr. Allan C. Robinson Jr.? - Yes.

Could you remove your glasses, please.

My daughter was Emma Craven.

She wasn't killed in your operation against corporate Satan.

She was killed later!

On my front porch! Come here!

I want to know why you, so concerned about the human race,

stayed silent about your people drowning?

People with families.

All of them had kids. One of them was my daughter.

Nah, I'm not going to hit you again.

She wouldn't want me to.

But she's not here because of you, you son of a bitch!

We got a serious situation here, Mr. Robinson.

They know who you are, and you're not dead.

Not shot, hurt, poisoned.

I figure that's because you cut a deal. You're going to cut another one with me.

Tell me everything.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

I need to know about the substance.

What you gave Emma Craven. - Not in those terms.

Is it something she could've encountered in her work?

If there were any exposure it would be consistent

with a documentable procedural failure on her part.

Is it something that could've remained

and been transferred to her father without much contamination?

Do you mean could it have poisoned him as well?

Yes.

What would be the consequences if Craven opens his mouth?

It's unsurvivable.

So be it then.

Do you see a soul in there? - I beg your pardon?

You can button your shirt.

Now, as we discussed yesterday, there will be some erratic behavior.

I regret to say this.

It means you'll have less time... - I know what it means.

I've been having aural hallucinations.

My father calling my name as I start to sleep.

Bastard's been dead 40 years and now he's yelling at me again.

I come awake. - You're not sleeping?

No, I'm not sleeping. I start to, then I jolt awake.

It's something about

the darkness.

I don't like it.

I'm not a counselor, I won't banter with you.

I can only give you the facts.

Well, we all know what the facts are.

We live a while

and then we die sooner than we planned.

Standard procedure with the senator. - I get it.

You didn't really let the side stand with you.

You got a lot of brothers.

Yeah, I know. I like a private funeral.

Senator isn't in a good mood today. - That's too bad, I was jumping for joy.

Are you hungry? We have some sandwiches, a cup of tea?

No thank you.

It's always a pleasure to meet a combat veteran.

You left as a master sergeant of a heavy weapons platoon.

Yes, sir.

How did you do that at 20?

Everybody else was dead.

Have trouble adjusting to home?

No.

Really? - No.

People talk about trauma.

I figure you come out of combat the same way you went in.

I know that's not very kind, but that's my observation.

I know there's a lot of big bucks in post-traumatic stress,

but combat's pretty much like anything else.

Being scared shitless can help put perspective on things.

What's the nature of our meeting?

I was hoping you could tell me.

How am I supposed to tell you when you want to see me?

Because you're seeing me shortly after I talked to your attorney.

Your daughter did come to me with allegations about Northmoor.

She sent me a letter.

What was in it?

It touched on national security matters that are classified.

What happened to it?

That's also classified.

Protocol would be to turn it over to the committee that does oversight

on the area your daughter's letter touched upon.

Prompting an investigation,

a DARPA file, treating her like a terrorist?

I'm not involved in security matters.

I did write your daughter, advising her she might be in breech of security.

So you didn't help her?

I'm very glad to see you, detective, as a veteran and police officer,

But I have to say your daughter, despite her terrible accident,

was in violation of almost everything of which she could be in violation.

What did she allege? - That's classified.

A very important part of our economy is research and development.

Senator, I think you're in a position regarding Northmoor

where you better decide whether you're on the cross or banging in the nails.

These deaths are part of a conspiracy by one of your major contributors.

Your daughter's death was an accident.

No. Mr. Bennett poisoned her with thallium.

I think I'm scaring you, senator.

Scaring a senator only really provides perspective.

I'm going to go now.

Call those involved, tell them I can throw a box of tarantulas into this.

If you have information... - Shut up, I'm not interested!

Investigate this at a national level, you may come out all right.

I don't know.

I don't think you knew they killed my daughter.

But now that you do, what are you going to do about it?

Good afternoon, senator.

Out of the vehicle.

What the fuck did you just do?

You rear-ended an unmarked cruiser, and I saw that you're armed.

Through smoked glass and our coats? - Yeah.

Get out now, or you made a move

for something inside your jackets, you understand me?

Get out.

On your knees, hands on heads.

What do you got, Tommy? - They're armed.

They followed me, rear-ended my car.

Got some I D there?

They're not law enforcement, imagine that.

What are you? - This'll get straightened out.

Not for a while.

They got automatic weapons.

You made a serious mistake.

You shoot my daughter?

I'm the supposed target of a killer.

You follow me, armed with no credentials, into Boston?

Are you out of your mind?

Welcome to hell.

A strange twist in the Craven case.

A suspect has been identified in her murder,

but there are new developments involving her father.

Two men were arrested.

Police took them into custody after their car crashed

into the back of an unmarked police car driven by Detective Craven,

Emma's Father.

It happened on Arlington Street, Robert Down of Maryland

and Thomas Hannaham of Washington D. C. were also armed with automatic weapons.

We need to abort right now.

We can't risk dealing with Craven yet.

It's too late.

It's already been done.

...wouldn't explain why they had automatic weapons.

You want to try?

Hair back.

Your mom will kill me if I mess it up. Here you go.

On your chin.

Little moustache.

Perfect. Now you need a razor. Here you go.

Don't cut yourself. - Comb?

That'll work.

Now watch.

Painless. Wash it off.

One more.

Can I come in, Tom?

You all right? - Yeah.

Remember that trooper out at the airport busted Whitey?

Got demoted and transferred.

He knew what was going on.

He couldn't prove it and nobody wanted to know about it.

Finally he shot himself, remember?

I don't think you'd shoot yourself.

But what's coming is worse than that.

It isn't what it is, Tommy.

It is never what it is.

It is what it can be made to look like.

A D.A. in Hampshire County

is going to charge you with the death of your daughter's boyfriend.

He don't have a case. That doesn't matter.

It'll be five years of people thinking you did it.

You'll go broke, lose the house. They'll go after your pension.

And if you win the case, they'll be a civil suit.

By then you won't be able to afford a lawyer.

What are they offering you?

I got kids, Tommy.

I don't.

But even if you did, right?

Even if you did? - Yeah, even if I did.

You know, Bill,

no one expects you to be perfect.

But there's a few basic things you got to get right.

Always do the best you can by your family.

Go to work every day, speak your mind.

Never hurt anyone that doesn't deserve it.

And never take anything from the bad guys.

That's all.

It's not much to ask.

I need your car.

Not yet.

Go ahead.

Hold on.

I'll call you back.

You're all fucked up, Craven.

You're all done. Sit down.

Lie down.

Be dead.

Say "Craven."

Fuck you! You fuck!

"Craven." Say it.

Fuck.

Louder!

Louder!

Sorry you had to see that, honey.

Deep down

you know you deserve this.

Cop with 30 years of spotless service.

Our side can't explain his instability without lying.

He executed the director of the research facility his daughter worked in.

Ideas?

Your scenario is this:

He was accidentally poisoned by his own daughter.

But he blamed Bennett. - How do we know that?

Testimony of an altercation at Northmoor while he was there.

Testimony from the senator.

I can do that. He came to my house. -That's right.

He made wild allegations, he was armed.

You know, you was very lucky to live. - That's true, very true.

The real story here, gentlemen, is

"U.S. Senator Escapes Assassination."

That's the lead story, it'll wipe the rest out of the media.

Anyone that looks at the rest of this will see something happened,

but no one will be able to figure it out.

That's your objective: Make it so convoluted

that anyone can have a theory.

But no one's got the facts. - Quite good, Jedburgh.

I've been making things unintelligible for 30 years.

And it's Captain Jedburgh to you. - Captain?

Of what?

Very little he can tell you about.

Well, it seems we have a good starting point.

What's the prognosis on Craven?

Well, you know he's terminal. - We all are, Millroy.

Even middle management. How fast is he being terminal?

He's incapable of speech. - Thank God for that.

I understand you had a chance to terminate Craven and did not do so.

You come to me. I look at things, I decide.

Jedburgh, we've got to get the senator out of the press.

I've decided what this country is.

What?

People who deserve better.

We all appreciate Captain Jedburgh.

Yet we would have not got to this had he done what the situation dictated.

I don't think you really understand what side of the situation you're on.

I think we've had a successful meeting.

I...

am a United States senator.

By what standard?

You got a family?

Kids? - Yes.