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The night is coming quickly The stars are on their way

As I stare into the evening Looking for the words

to say That I saw the lonely soldier Just a boy that's

far from home And I saw that I was just like him All upon

this earth I roam

And there may not be any big parade if I ever make it back.

As I come home undercover to a world that can't keep track

of the heroes who have fallen, let alone the ones who

won.

Which is why nobody seems to care.

When a soldier makes it all alone.

Thank you.

That might sound better in tune.

You know, for my next song...

I'll probably have to wait until I get back from this short break.

Hey, amigo.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't amigo me. You bring people into this joint, they dirty

my place, and now I've got to work for them.

Hey, help me play a practical joke.

Dream on. My old room in market just showed up. The one that says I've got no

sense of humor.

Hey, check lady's room.

Anything in the alley?

Face down!

Face down! Hands behind your head! Now!

Do it now!

Jamie Jackson, you're under arrest for unlawful flight to avoid prosecution for

murder. Davis Cuffell.

He was a cop and good at his job, but he committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad, cops that tried to kill him but got the

woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the Badlands, an outlaw hunting outlaws, a

bounty hunter, a renegade.

Welcome to the O's.

Yes, you see, the 90s are history, so we have to say hi and hello to the O's.

Wake me up in 01.

You know, I think the future is going to be very kind to Bobby Sixkiller.

Look what I pulled up on the Internet.

Hmm? Look at that.

A genuine bomb -throwing 60s radical.

Oh, Jamie Jackson.

This is a top ten most wanted list from 1972.

Since 1972. Since is the operative word here. 25 years ago. Yep, and he's been

running around free as a bird for every single one of them. Up until, oh, I

would say 8 a .m. tomorrow morning. Because that, sir, is when you are going

bring him in. I am? You are.

He's the fourth most wanted man in all of America.

That doesn't mean anything, by the way.

The top ten most wanted list was a PR gimmick that J. Edgar Hoover dreamed up.

Our Mr. Jackson isn't as warm and fuzzy as he looks.

Your fugitive is a real live terrorist.

You see, Jackson, he ran around with the weather underground, planted a bomb in

the chemistry lab over at the University of Southwest, blew an English professor

to kingdom come.

Did he ever give a reason?

Protesting violence.

Works for me.

Look, a 25 -year -old murder is still murder.

A $100 ,000 bounty is fresher than this coffee.

Penny Young's jokes are fresher than this coffee. When did you make this?

Yesterday.

Come on, let's go.

I can smell his aftershave.

That's not aftershave. That's the soup.

No, no, no. We're real close, pal. You know why? Because the feds lost him here

less than 24 hours ago. Well, then somebody here remembers him.

So, let me guess. They call you Dusty.

Only if they don't know me.

Thanks, Jeff.

And Dusty is?

Product of some lawyer's imagination.

Place is owned by some investors out of Chicago.

We heard you had a little excitement here yesterday.

You could say that, if you were big on understatement.

And your interest is? I'm Vince Black. This is Bobby Sixkiller. We're bounty

hunters. We just want to ask you some questions about this Jackson guy.

Like I told the feds, I don't know any Jamie Jackson.

Deke Martin is a fair to middling guitar player. Never gave me a minute's

trouble in the three months he was playing here.

Well, did he ever fill out a W -4 form?

He played for tips. I made him dinner.

You want me to do a 1099 on his burgers?

Jackson Martin, whatever his name is, was.

Did he have any acquaintances here? Anybody he talked to?

Went along, got along. Kept to himself.

Used to talk some Spanish to Carlos in the kitchen.

Carlos? Is there more of you?

I thought you mentioned him.

Look, I already told the cops everything I know, which ain't much. Well, I'm not

a cop, but I am looking for your friend.

Some friend?

That was a pretty good joke.

He even gave me a wink.

Did he tell you where he might be headed?

Oh, now there's a question the feds forgot to ask.

Hey, maybe they didn't ask so nice.

Not hardly.

The guy in charge kept threatening to make a phone call. Send me back where I

came from.

And I hate New Jersey.

Well, they'll shoot him first and ask questions second. You know that.

Yeah.

But I think that's why it'd be better if we grabbed him.

Negotiate a turnover.

Real public.

Look.

He's in his pocket.

Try this.

Hey, that's him.

Temple Hill.

It's about 100 miles from here.

Friday night I'll dedicate On the Road Again to you.

Riding on the city of New Orleans In the North Central

Monday morning rail Thirteen cars, fifteen restless

riders Three conductors

25 sets of mail all along the southbound odyssey. Train

pulls out at Kankakee. Rolls along past houses, farms, and fields.

Passing trains that have to...

Sing the next verse.

Look for it, man.

Professor Warren Adrian.

Warren Adrian.

The one man in the world I never wanted to tell.

I'm not going anywhere.

You can tell that to the FBI.

I'm tired of running, man.

Tired of phony names, tired of no fixed address, tired of lying to everybody.

Forget it.

You wouldn't understand.

I should have stopped running a long time ago.

Why didn't you?

Habit.

Fear.

So after you blew up that chem lab, You just fled the scene of the crime and

never looked back?

I dug in once in Fresno.

Stayed almost seven years.

Met a girl.

What was I going to do?

Get married?

Support her?

What?

Every job I ever had, I had to leave before tax time.

Why did you say that Professor Adrian was...

One man you never wanted to kill.

Warren was my hero, man.

A true believer.

We were gonna blow up an empty building.

No one was gonna get hurt.

I did it.

I bought the dynamite.

I drove Warren to the chem lab.

I watched him get vaporized.

Wasn't very much of him left to bury.

All for what?

What were you doing in 72?

You have to understand, man.

There was a war going on.

Not just in Vietnam.

But here, too.

You could have got killed having hair like ours.

America was at war with their own children.

Four kids shot dead on the streets at Kent State by soldiers sworn to protect

them.

That damn draft.

I served my country.

Not if my lie you didn't.

We were right, you know, that Chem Lab was brewing up a new and improved batch

of napalm.

We were criminals of conscience.

And we were doing the right thing.

You tell that to Warren Adrian.

You tell that to his baby daughter.

Excuse me, who do I talk to about the fourth most wanted man in all of

The Bureau's most wanted list is not ranked.

It's numbered strictly for convenience.

Well, then who do I speak to about Jamie Jackson?

Damn.

The cuff.

You don't get to be in the top ten without some talent.

Where's Jackson?

Hey, hold your water, all right? We got some details to work out first.

The only details that we need to work out are exactly how miserable we are

to make your existence if you don't cooperate with us.

I know what would make this taste better.

Can't wait.

Ah.

Oh, no thanks, man. I don't even smoke tobacco.

Smoke? No, man.

Condiments. The spice of life. I am the condiment connoisseur.

Here, check it out, see.

Ketchup from Burger King, you know, Mickey D Classic, yellow mustard, mayo

Wendy's. And they say fugitives miss out on the finer things of life.

Carl's Jr.'s barbecue sauce.

Oh, man.

This is it. The pièce de résistance.

Horsey sauce from Arby's.

Horsey sauce?

Tres.

That's good.

What's next?

Bobby's setting up a meeting with the FBI. Talk about your trade.

You for 100 grand.

Is that a record?

Private bounties sometimes bring in more.

But I tell you where the big bucks are.

Corporate espionage.

Well, you don't strike me as the corporate type.

What? I forget to wear my tie today?

When's your partner due back?

What got in your shorts, huh?

I'm a legitimate businessman doing a legitimate business here. Jamie Jackson

my business, and no one gets in the way of my business.

And definitely not some long -haired Indian wearing $500 Tony Llamas and a

tomahawk in his ear.

Who are you guys, really?

FBI or the fashion police?

Something's wrong.

Nothing's wrong.

He's just not in his car, that's all.

My FBI ESP is telling me something's wrong.

Trust me?

Yeah. Don't ask me why, but I do.

Jamie Jackson.

Jamie Jackson.

Oh, man, I thought you meant Jermaine Jackson. You know, like, ah, Jermaine

Jackson, Jackson 5.

Like that. You know what I mean?

Listen, it's been really cool hanging out in your crib and all. You have your

people call my people.

Okay, cool.

That's it, man.

Where are we going?

Where every good criminal goes. Back to the scene of the crime.

Fine, you know.

Who's that?

Warren.

Professor Adrian.

He's buried in that old graveyard.

He just passed.

What'd they bury?

He said he was vaporized in the explosion, which, by the way, is hard to

How'd they identify him?

Phi beta roach clip.

What? He had his phi beta kappa key welded into a roach clip.

Wore it on a leather thong around his neck.

I found it in the lab.

Nothing else?

No dental plates, fillings, bone shards?

Oh, man.

I killed him.

You know, I told you I set the timer for 15 minutes, and I screwed up, and it

went off in five.

And I watched the best friend I ever had in the world go up in a ball of

freaking flames.

I still see it every night, every time I close my eyes.

Been a dude with a beard for far too long.

You mind?

Nope.

Tricks of the trade, huh? An Arizona driver's license, Deacon Martin.

One from Alabama, James Martin. Got a library card from Cleveland, Jimmy

I dye my hair black every time a Republican gets elected.

Sort of like a morning thing.

You know, you'd look pretty groovy in a buzz cut.

Did you just say groovy?

There I am. Where have you been? Huh?

Huh? You know that the FBI, they want to audit me from 1984 to 1992, and you are

sitting on my $100 ,000 payday.

Oh. What?

You got that look.

What look? That falsely accused man look, stating so.

There's something wrong with this case, Bob. The man confessed.

He told his girlfriend while he was leaving town.

As he was fleeing the scene to avoid prosecution. And that's why, by the way,

he's worth 100 Gs. There's no body. We don't need a body. We've got Jackson's.

Will you give me the file? What? I want to look at this case. If it ever made it

to court, they wouldn't need Johnny Cockman to get this guy off.

Everyone, please remain seated.

Especially you, both of you.

Where is he?

Look inside.

Check the bathroom.

Look in the damn kitchen this time.

Now, you don't really want to obstruct the federal age in the pursuit of a

fugitive, do you?

Where is he?

J. Edgar Hoover, your order is ready. Mr. Hoover, your order is ready. J.

Hoover.

No, no, don't shoot!

Get out of the way!

Why don't we shoot first and ask questions later?

Bad move, Cochise.

You're under arrest for aiding and abetting a federal fugitive.

So if I'm under arrest for treason or for whatever it is...

Why aren't we at CID?

We're just waiting for the results of the database search of your colorful

history. You're stalling, that's what you're doing. You're stalling because

don't have a case.

I disagree.

You aided and abetted the escape of a desperate fugitive, Slick. No.

I got skunked for 100 Gs by your precious fugitive.

You think I set him loose?

There's a way to turn this into a win -win situation.

Yeah. Well, I like win -win situations.

Your operative.

Vince Black.

Vince Black.

Your operative obviously created some kind of special rapport with this freak.

We can use that.

How? I want my collar. You want your $100 ,000.

So... I'm deputizing you.

As of 1700 hours, Greenwich Mean Time.

You're a temporary assistant special agent, tasked with the Jackson case.

You bring them to me, everyone gets what they want.

Why the horn for this guy in particular?

Jamie Jackson's a terrorist.

He's one of America's most wanted fugitives.

He's evaded FBI capture for more than two decades.

And made a fool out of you every time he got away.

Hey, he made a fool out of America, damn it.

May I?

Lieutenant William Donner, March 8th, 1972.

POW or MIA?

MIA.

Rejected from an A -4 Skyhawk.

87 miles north and northwest of High Fountain Harbor.

Hasn't been seen or heard from since.

Your brother?

My baby brother.

Well, you know it. It wasn't Jamie Jackson who shot him down.

No, he sure didn't, because he wasn't there, was he?

He was perfecting his free love skills with Haight -Asby while I was pulling

shrapnel out of my buttered -down arm.

So you're a Vietnam vet, too?

I had it easy.

Got myself a million -dollar wound in 1971 and flew back home.

Jackson and his college boyfriends, they came to my homecoming parade, and they

spit on me.

Okay.

Get me the case files.

What? Hey, if I'm working for you and you want me to do my job, you gotta get

the case files.

Those are secured FBI files.

Needs no clearance only.

I'm a new deputy FBI agent with a burning need to know.

I'm on your side, man.

Cocked me three fillings, two vertebrae, and I may never have children. How do

you ride this thing all day, man?

Well, I don't know. It's kind of like a horse, you know? You just, you get to

know each other.

That was a pretty brave thing you did back there.

Why?

Well, I didn't think you wanted to talk to the feds, Reno.

You knew?

Us infamous fugitives are a select bunch, and we keep tabs on each other.

So that's how you've managed to stay out there all these years? Underground

Railroad? Nah.

The weathermen are long gone.

A few got serious and joined the PLO, the Red Brigade, but most of them bought

Volvo's and joined the PTA.

Every once in a while, I'll still see somebody with a Nick symbol.

The SNCC?

Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee.

Their logo was the original peace symbol.

It's usually some trinket they bought at a garage sale.

Reminds them of when they had hair.

Well, I guess you can't go to the Policeman's Benevolent League.

What, the Association of Falsely Accused Former Police Officers?

Huh.

Falsely accused?

You're innocent.

Yeah.

I'm innocent.

I didn't kill Buzzy Burrell or... Melissa Dixon.

A crooked cop did.

He pinned it on me.

You've been running for five years.

Four months and 16 days.

But who's counting?

Well, it has its moments.

No suits, no ties, no time clocks.

No one to answer to.

Don't have to worry about anyone staying up late for you.

Got that right.

Sucks, doesn't it?

Yeah. Well, if you're going to beat my record, you've got to get good at this

game. Have you ever considered growing a beard?

Yeah, Bobby, you got the case file?

Uh -huh.

Okay, look up the original police report.

Oh, wait.

Read me the inventory.

You heard me.

I need the autopsy. Yes, on the professor.

I'll explain when I see you.

You certainly will.

I'll meet you at 2 o 'clock, right next to the campus library.

Okay.

Hey, I overpaid for this wiener, okay?

All right.

Here.

Do you want to sing for your supper?

Crawl into this vehicle here, huh?

I look for a trace.

A trace.

It's a homing device.

Don't they teach you guys anything in obedience school these days, huh?

You don't get it.

See, the feds had to put a tag on me in order to pounce on me like that.

Talking to a dog.

All right.

I'll do it myself.

You don't smell anything, do you?

Come here, Fido.

Looks like your Indian is on the move.

Let's see if he's planning a reunion with Jackson 5.

Don't say hi.

You didn't.

No, but it was a fight.

There you go. The files you ordered, all on floppy disks. Their secrets unfolded

to the initiated.

Where's the autopsy report?

Well, there wasn't one.

The professor was identified by his effects.

What, a roach clip that anybody could have dropped? What are you getting at?

Professor Adrian, man.

He was like a firefly in a searchlight. Everybody was so focused on Jackson and

his story and his leaving the scene that nobody even paid attention to the so

-called crime.

I want you to bring up Adrian's personal belongings.

There. There you go.

Sid Harthas, saying he's a chairman now, Das Kapital, Jefferson Airplane. This

guy was a classic. Who got his stuff? His parents?

No, the girlfriend and the daughter.

Common law marriage.

Where's his car?

What car?

I'm guessing a VW bus with a Paisley paint job.

Seriously. I mean, it was a commuter campus. He was a full professor.

He had to have had a car.

There's no law against a guy who doesn't own a car.

Give it up.

Man, you know I'm right.

Something just doesn't add up. Jamie Jackson's not guilty.

You're serious?

I just have to prove it.

Noah.

Playing a hunch.

Hey.

I've got to achieve a little more people to get the flock out of here.

Free! FBI!

Mark! No!

Don't you know who that was?

You'll be safe here.

This is one place the vets haven't found yet.

Where are you going?

Family reunion.

Ladies and gentlemen, we've got ourselves a fire cell on famous

Adjective, please.

Let me introduce you to today's two -for -one special.

Two hippie freaks on a $20 ,000 Harley shouldn't be all that hard to spot.

Yes, sir?

Shanti Adrian?

Call me Spaz.

What do you want?

I want to talk to you about your dad.

I was just a rug rat when he died.

Can't tell you a thing.

What about your mother?

We're married.

Married, I guess I should say.

She and my real dad were never legal.

What do you remember about him?

He was, uh, way into the alternative thing.

Gave me that hippie name, Jaunty.

Means peace.

He was into causes and stuff.

He really cared, you know.

He was a scholar, big time.

Buy a bed of kappa.

Not that he cared about that kind of crap.

See these pictures?

Mom didn't want them.

He kept everything.

It used to be his house, you know.

Yeah. Your father loved you very much.

He'd never abandon you.

You dream about him sometimes?

When you think about him.

Does he speak to you?

Does he send you postcards?

No way.

What are you talking about?

Shanti, a man is going to prison for the rest of his life for a crime he didn't

commit. You say your dad cared.

Is that what he'd want?

That's it.

He's mine.

Where are we?

What's going on?

Why? Trust me.

Dr. Adrian.

Warren?

James.

You finally found me.

Found you.

I never looked for you.

Nobody ever looked for him.

It was perfect.

Perfect?

I don't understand.

He had it all planned, Jamie.

Everything. You didn't screw up the timer. He rigged it.

Don't you see?

You never killed anyone.

But I was there.

I saw... You saw what he wanted you to see.

I figure it went down like this.

It was the professor's idea.

He knew where to find the explosives. He picked the day. He picked the time. Am

I right?

But you had to plan ahead because your car was parked around back.

So, Jamie, you set the timer, but he brought in the bomb.

And when you set it down inside the building, you reset the timer to what?

Ahead? Ten minutes?

It gave you plenty of time to get in your car.

And drive away.

So the building blew sky high, but you left Jamie behind to take the fall.

No. I thought he'd get away. I planned for his escape.

Escape to what?

Looking over my shoulder for 25 years? Jamie, you don't understand. No, Warren,

you don't understand. You were my best friend.

I mean, all this time I thought I took your life.

It turns out it was you that took mine.

It wasn't about the weather underground anymore, Jamie. It was the Bader

-Meinhof gang.

Oh, come on. Wait.

You were recruited by Bader -Meinhof?

It wasn't recruiting.

It was blackmail.

They informed me that I was now a cell leader.

And these guys weren't just bombing empty buildings. They were blowing 707s

of the skies.

So you sold me out to save your own skin? To save all our skins.

They had everyone's names. Thomas, you, Melody, Jillian.

I did the only thing I could think of to save our lives.

What?

Betray us? No, cut you loose.

It was me they were after.

Without the head, the body is useless.

Why me, Warren?

Why set me up to take the fall?

I thought you had it in you, James.

I picked you to sacrifice for the greater good.

Down!

Into the line, Jackson.

You too, Rain.

What are you pigs doing on my property?

Because they're all going down.

killer with exclusive footage of the capture of America's most wanted

Jamie Jackson.

Arranging the surrender terms is FBI Special Agent Marcus Donner. And you,

are? My name is Professor Warren Adrian, and rumors of my death have been

greatly exaggerated.

The mooses look into your window at night. They look to the left and they

to the right. The mooses are smiling. They think it's a zoo.

That's why the mooses like looking at you. So if you see mooses while lying

in bed, it's best just to stay there pretending you're dead. The mooses will

leave and you'll get the thrill.

Of eating the mooses go over the hill.

Snack time!

Yay!

Kids I never had.

Salvadoran refugees.

I'm working off some of my hours doing daycare at the shelter.

Yeah, I heard they gave you community service and restitution.

Well, got a chem lab to pay for.

It doesn't look like I'll be getting that Volvo anytime soon.

Hey, you know, I got something for you.

I found it at a garage sale.

Groovy. Hey, thanks.

Thank you.

I'll catch you down the road, Jenny.

When a soldier makes it home.