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Prisoner 24406 Donald Lucas is hereby granted computer privileges for a period

of 15 minutes.

Use is strictly limited to the review of statutes and court opinions pertaining

to your case.

Any unauthorized use will result in the immediate suspension of fed privileges.

Knock yourself out, pal.

Same old garbage for the last six weeks. How can you stand it?

In these surroundings, one simply has to limit one's horizons.

I can't think of anything more important.

No, not even that.

Because I want to be part of it.

More than I've wanted to be part of something for a long time.

Yeah.

Me too.

Sam!

Come in a second.

Sure. What's up?

When a woman says she needs to see you to talk about her future and your role

it, how would you take that?

Well, that depends on what the role is.

Just talk to Janet.

All right. She's getting remarried in a couple of months, isn't she?

Yeah, yeah. It's on the books.

But she needs to see me to discuss my role in her future.

Well, Billy, I wouldn't read too much into it. Then why would she need to see

me?

Well... What if she still has feelings for me?

That the idea of marrying Daniel is a mistake.

She wants me to talk her out of it.

Billy, I don't... Remember when she was here at Christmas?

Yeah, I remember that you two were yelling at each other.

That's my point exactly.

We're two Irish kids from Hell's Kitchen. We know each other.

We can still push each other's buttons, and you can't do that unless you feel

something.

Sorry, weird situation regarding Donald Lucas.

We don't know how, but he's gotten on the Internet. Bells and whistles went

at my place at 5 .30 this morning.

Why the hell does he have computer privileges in the first place?

A kinder, gentler approach to incarceration.

But use of the Internet? That's strictly prohibited. I don't know. He must have

cracked the prison system's firewall code that prevents Internet access.

Have you gotten any strange Internet mail lately?

No, I would have told you.

Well, who knows what alternative signature he's using. Okay, I have them

this over from the penitentiary. Lucas designed a program that created a

holographic image that overlaid his legal file. And his glasses had a

coating that enabled him to see it, undetected by, say, a guard who could be

standing over his shoulder.

And from there, he hacked the OptiHost server.

Can you retrieve his messages? I'm trying, but all transmissions have been

deleted or overwritten or encrypted.

He used to leave messages that could only be read under a black eye.

Now they're computer encrypted and sent to someone else.

Not me.

You're what he lives for.

His murders were driven by an obsession that won't die until he dies.

Sam.

I can't tell you how happy I was to hear you were coming.

And, Major Malone, to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?

We know you're on the Internet, Lucas.

And we know the communication was initiated by you.

And I thought you'd just stop by to chew the fat.

Who are you communicating with?

How's your dad?

I wish I could tell you how I obtained the details of his involvement in that

rather sordid viral experiment, but revealing my sources would have a

effect on the flow of information.

We're going to find out who you linked up with.

Well, what makes you so sure?

Because you want us to. For what purpose?

Part of the game.

The game is meaningless without purpose.

What's the purpose?

Come on, Sam.

Why would I try to contact the outside world?

Yes, assuming that's what I've done.

I don't know.

Maybe you're lonely.

What was Daddy's response when you confronted him with his moral lapse?

You know.

The lives of those 40 people did have value, if only to them. You have no

to talk about the value of human life. Did he justify it with, I was... merely

following orders, that for the greater good of mankind crap?

Or did he rely on the time on... I don't know what you tried to gain by this

stunt, but if you think it can't get worse for you in here, believe me, it

It's already my tomb.

So what you should think about is, what do I have to lose?

I didn't think we'd get a name from this son of a bitch, but I hope we'd get

something. We did.

When I said he was lonely, a look of sadness came across his face.

It was very human, very uncharacteristic.

Let's have George focus on Internet sites that cater to cults, hero

-worshipping. I think he has a disciple.

Well, it can't affect me from inside here. But if he had someone outside to

his bidding... Someone who appreciates Russian history.

Man, I wasn't able to crack his latest encryption, but...

I did find his signature on the inter -host mainframe.

Holy devil.

Rasputin.

That was a nickname given to Gregory Rasputin, Svengali to Cesar Nicholas II.

Rasputin used his spiritual influence to essentially reverse their roles.

Cesar did his bidding.

Well, Lucas was always interested in religious themes. I mean, after all, we

go to Sunday school together.

Yeah. We assumed that last night was the first time he made contact outside the

prison, but we were wrong.

He's been online for at least the last six weeks.

These are his penthouse.

Out of character for him to waste his time communicating with all these

Unless he used them as hops in order to throw us off and then reroute email to

just one person.

And you find something with feathers and there's a leg in it for you. Otherwise,

your dinner's out of a can like mine.

Let's go, Rudy. We'll get the birdie. Come on, Rudy. Come on.

Rudy?

You stupid mongrel! I said something with feathers!

I don't say nothing about this.

I don't say nothing.

You know, Daniel's a really sweet guy.

I'm sure he is.

It's the kind of thing you never want to have to tell anyone.

Well, the sooner we deal with it, the easier it'll be on everyone.

It'll hurt at first, but... He'll understand.

Calling off a wedding is a tough thing.

Calling off a wedding?

I'm not calling off the wedding. Who said I was calling off the wedding?

Well, what was all that stuff about your future and my role in it? I mean, you

said you needed to see me.

I need you to talk to Ariana.

She seems to think that by marrying Daniel, I'm being disloyal to you.

So you want me to tell our daughter that...

Marrying Daniel is not an act of disloyalty. That's my role in your

Bailey, what do you want from me?

I want you to admit what you know is true, that you want out of this wedding.

Bailey. Because you still have feelings for me.

That's not the point.

Oh, yes, it is.

Bailey, my feelings for you are... Daniel

will always, always be there for me.

And right now, I need that more in my life than I...

Please, just talk to Ariana.

Let me go on with my life, okay?

Okay. That list of Lucas's online contact was just a complete diversion.

All of his communications were routed to Northern California.

Did you get a name? No, just an area code so far. It's a rural area near the

Oregon border.

The area's town is called Otis.

Lucas wants us there.

He wants me there.

So I said to myself, Arne, no one's seen you.

No one but Rudy, and I guess I can trust that old beast.

But the more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to come in here and

I killed Ted Scowron, filled him with shot from my bird gun. I accept full

responsibility.

What are you trying to say, Arne?

Sheriff Post?

I'm Bailey Malone, BCTF. This is Dr. Waters, Agent Scranton, Fraley.

I called from our plane a couple of hours ago.

About the Donald Lucas matter.

A serial killer in custody in Atlanta.

We believe he's on the internet with someone here in Otis.

Oh, hang tight a second.

This guy carries a gun?

Sheriff's station.

I killed Ted Scowron. I didn't mean to.

I thought Rudy flushed out a grouse.

Okay.

A whole lot seems strange going on today.

Mm -hmm.

All right.

Arne, that was Dwayne.

He took a good look at Ted out in the woods, and he said there's not an ounce

birdshot in the carcass.

So you didn't kill him.

But somebody did.

The last murder we had in this town was, well, never.

Now we have one just when you folks show up.

Well, I seriously doubt that it's a coincidence.

I agree.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

Big mistake.

Get a nice tight one of this. No, no, let me go home and get my Super 8,

Stills will be fine.

No, no, no, dig it.

We'll fade in from a 360 god shot.

And then we'll trombone right to his face.

The red face of the devil himself.

It's a nice bloom for this time of year.

Roses were Donald Lucas's signature.

He sent them to Dr. Waters repeatedly.

Whoever he's been communicating with must have been instructed to leave them.

Yeah. Bailey, take a look at this.

Almond?

Red color.

Cyanide.

You call the coroner? Oh, well, actually, the...

Car radio's on the fritz. The state police, they keep promising to donate

old equipment, but I... Well, thanks.

Now, if I just had a coroner to call... John, get Grace up there.

You bet.

Oh, sir.

No tire tracks, no dragging marks.

The body was carried in.

Did you know they're deceased?

Sure thing, it's a small town.

Ted Scowron.

He's a good bowler.

The modem just went active. It's registered to a Philip Menzies, 15

Road. What do you know about Menzies?

Philip Menzies?

Come on, it's a small town, pal.

712. They say Menzies moved here years ago. Lived by himself is what I hear.

I'm used to working chemistry.

Neither of you have ever seen it?

No, I never have, no.

Philip Menzies may be responsible for this murder.

Possibly at the behest of Donald Lucas.

Menzies!

You watch where you point that gun, buddy.

Honey room's clear. Looks like no one's home.

What the hell's going on here?

Philip Menzies.

You're looking at him.

And you're looking at one hell of a lawsuit.

Look, Mendez, come clean and come clean now or things are going to get rough on

you. What are you talking about?

Let's just all get along.

We play ball with you, you play ball with us, okay?

What the hell are you doing? I thought I'd play good cop, bad cop. Yeah, I see

what we can come up with.

You need two cops for that, Ed.

Dr. Menzies, you never heard of Don Lucas.

I communicate with hundreds of people on the Internet.

I don't know them. I don't want to.

That's the point.

He was once known on the Internet as the Jack of all trades.

His signature now is Ballydevil.

Another clown who fancies himself Rasputin.

Yes, I think that you're well -versed in Russian history.

I'm well versed in areas of study you can't pronounce.

We did some checking.

You were a chemistry professor at Stanford, right? That was my primary

We're examining your computer because there were communications that can be

directly traced from here to Macon Penitentiary where Donald Lucas is being

held. I'm allowing you to examine my computer without a warrant.

Would I have done that if I had anything to hide?

A refusal would have only raised more suspicion.

Besides, the messages that were exchanged with Lucas are almost

encrypted. I don't want to talk to you.

I'll only talk to you.

You don't make that decision.

A man's body was found less than two miles from here, with Lucas's calling

at the scene.

Now, we've established contact between you and him, but he's in solitary.

And I'm in this chair.

What do you think, I just jumped out of it, killed him and dumped him in the

woods? I think you received a command from Lucas, then had someone else carry

out. Who?

I'm a recluse, you moron. Easy, Professor.

Does anyone have access to your computer?

I'm a recluse.

Doesn't anyone know what that word means?

Do you have anyone who worked for you?

Dwight Parnell. Twice a day he sees I'm dead and watered.

So he could have had access to your computer.

Dwight can barely operate a toaster.

Where does he live?

In a 69 Ambassador.

I didn't know the Lion King worked for you.

That's what we call Dwight on account of his dreams.

No!

Sorry to wake you there, Dwight.

You know, I love what you've done with the place.

Who is that?

That's Otis.

Oh, so the town's named after him.

Yeah?

Huh. I guess it is.

Have a seat, Dwight.

Dwight Parnell?

This is Agent Malone of the FBI.

I'm sorry.

For what?

Killing Dr. Menzies.

I hated him.

What the hell's going on in this town?

Has everyone confessed to murders they didn't commit?

Menzies is alive.

What?

Oh.

I must have dreamed it then.

I have real realistic dreams.

Why do you hate Menzies?

Ever met him?

Did you dream you killed Ted Skowron, too?

Ted, he's dead?

Out there in the woods, near Menzies' place.

Ted was a good bowler.

I didn't kill him.

I think you did.

I think you killed him because Menzies told you to, or because you tapped into

his computer and Donald Lucas told you to.

I can't work his computer, and I don't know who Donald... Lucas.

...is. So why does a young guy like you empty bedpans for a pain in the ass like

him? Six bucks an hour.

What do you do with the rest of your time?

I work for the animals.

Endangered animals.

The northern spotted owl and the short -tailed albacore.

Tell him about the dream, Dwight.

Go on.

Ever since I was a kid, I sweat the night, sometimes the day, dreaming

nightmares.

Lions tearing me apart, sinking their teeth into my

innards and ripping them out.

I try and stuff them back in, but I can't.

Sometimes there's more than one lion bite over my body.

About it.

Why is Donald Lucas so important to you?

He killed my husband, as well as many other people.

Why'd he do it?

Is he in love with you?

I guess he fancies himself to be, yes.

Love.

The sins committed in its name.

You've been in this wheelchair all your life?

Not yet.

I can imagine that. You can't imagine anything.

You have no idea what suffering is, what blinding physical pain is.

You have no concept of what it's like to have a mind revered as brilliant

trapped inside a body reviled as grotesque.

Your sympathy is transparent, Dr. Waters.

Turn around and do something I'll never do.

Walk out of my house.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey. It's been an hour and a half since I talked to George. He said he'd meet us

here. Found something in Menzie's computer and he was bringing me this.

You're telling the right place?

Is there more than one diner in this town?

Hey, how many items would you say are on the menu?

20, 30.

Yeah, look around. Everyone is having the same thing. I mean, well, mashed

potatoes, green peas, or black coffee.

It's like Stanford.

Oh, my God, you're right. I know.

George's phone is out of service.

Well, can I get you folks?

Oh, okay.

I'm just going to have the swordfish.

We don't have the swordfish.

Oh, okay. Well, um...

How is the chicken prepared? We don't have that.

Chef, though. Sorry.

Macaroni and cheese?

Nope. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas.

Four of them?

Uh -huh. Yeah. My favorite.

Nice choice.

Thanks.

It is like Deptford.

So, what's your profile on the guy we're looking for?

The disciple of Donald Lucas?

Well, I seriously doubt that's Menzies.

We can be reasonably sure he didn't commit the scorn murder.

But he has the background in chemistry to have worked up the poison and he

have gotten Dwight to administer it.

Yeah, what I'm saying is that Menzies is psychologically incapable of being

anyone's disciple.

He's too egocentric.

All he sees is his own affliction and the irony that while he's superior

intellectually, physically he's been humbled.

That leaves Dwight. Deputy Dwayne tailed him to the pool hole he was playing for

nickels and dimes.

Lucas would want someone with no ego.

Someone whose life was validated only in the service of someone else. Someone...

who would give him unquestioning obedience.

Malone.

When?

And you're just telling me now? Find him, Ed.

They lost Dwight. He left the pool hall and they lost him an hour ago.

Church. What do you want to do?

Cover the road between Mincy's place and the motel.

I want to talk to him.

Do it, John. Go with her. I'll go to Bo's office. We'll coordinate you there.

I don't have a clue where your friend George is.

Finding people, isn't that the kind of thing you're supposed to do?

What about Dwight? He hasn't shown up since morning.

I think there's a lot you're not telling us. I think you know where both of them

are. What purpose would I have in not telling you?

I don't know, but I think you're a malevolent little gnome who uses his

infirmity... John, John, John.

Well, that's impressive.

Malevolent. Four syllables.

Dr. Menzies, did George say anything to you before he left?

Computer generalities. He's not stupid. I found that surprising.

You know, I came here looking for Lucas's disciple.

I realize that you could never be anyone's disciple.

But I think that Dwight can.

Now, whether he's Lucas's or yours, I don't know. He has the IQ of a handball.

Now, if I were going to choose a disciple... He may have chosen you.

He may have kidnapped George out of some misguided sense of obligation because

of what George found in the computer.

Dwight wouldn't understand what's in the computer.

So how do you explain the fact that both George and Dwight disappeared at

exactly the same time? Maybe they're both out scouting short -tailed

Now, I'm very tired, so unless you want to arrest me or tuck me in, I'm going to

say goodnight.

So you got nothing out of Menzies?

Yeah.

No, no word on Georgia.

Okay, John, come back into town.

Oh, Dwayne checked out the old quarry.

He didn't find anything.

You know, it sure seems strange.

Dwight and your man disappearing at the same time.

Did it ever occur to you, Sheriff, that the two events are related?

Why would they be?

I haven't figured that out yet. Any more than I've been able to figure out you

or this old town.

Well, we're just trying to get along.

I want state troopers setting up a 50 -mile perimeter. All roads, highways,

means of transportation.

We're dealing with the abduction of a federal agent.

But you don't know that yet. Either you make the call or I will.

Sheriff's station, Bo speaking.

Hi, Dwayne.

Oh, Lord.

Seems we've come across another body in the woods.

Norm Abbott.

Equipment rental business.

Forklifts, backhoes.

Good bowler.

How far are we from where the first body was found?

Oh, uh... 100 yards, maybe.

Can you get me personal histories on the two victims?

Anything that we can use to assess commonality?

Well, Ted and Norm hated each other for whatever that's worth, but I'll get you

what I can.

The footprints lead all the way back to the road.

Three wounds, probably .22 caliber, no spillage.

He was carried in like the first victim.

We've got to know about the increase in police presence, but he was getting

caught, so he's beneath the same crossfire.

Now, the brave are stupid.

Well, it's the following morning.

The first guy's cyanide, this guy bullets.

Our killers are a renaissance, man.

When Rasputin was assassinated, they fed him enough cyanide to kill a horse, but

it didn't work.

So they shot him.

They assumed that he was dead, so they dumped his body into a river.

When his body was discovered, his lungs had filled with water.

He drowned.

So you think Lucas, or whoever is going to orchestrate another death,

I drown him

How

are

you doing here?

They're looking for you all over this You're not the idiot I thought you were

You're talking to Lucas and And they suspect me.

This is no grave.

Norm Abbott and Ted Scowen were natives of Otis, but according to this,

they carried on a feud that dated back almost 20 years.

What about?

I don't know. It's just a feud.

I get the sense of, like, some sort of amputation. I mean... Is there something

about them that makes him want to cut them off from their families or this

Well, Norm had a family, but Ted was single.

Here's commonality for you.

Same injection site as the first victim. But the cause of death was a gunshot.

I know.

How many K -9 units are deployed?

I want at least two more.

Those woods are thick. They're not going to be able to cover a lot of ground.

And I want the choppers flying constantly.

I assume they're equipped with heat sensors.

I ground these beans myself.

Thank you.

Why would Lucas want to grab your friend?

I mean, it makes no sense to me.

I guess it's his way of keeping us here.

What for?

Until whatever he wants to happen happens.

The second body was found much closer to this.

What is it, the Otis town border?

No, that's just a fence.

What fence?

Fence.

When was it built?

Oh, before my time.

What is this place?

Oh, it's been shut up a long time.

Will you just answer the question?

I don't know.

You've never been inside? Well, I can read.

We're going in.

But the sign says... Get a pair of bulkheaders, Sheriff. We're going in.

Do something like this if you want to keep people out.

I want to keep them in.

Here.

We know the folks in town hear about this.

They spent a lot of money.

A lot of taxpayer dollars gone down the drain.

Maybe they just got tired.

Government cutbacks.

Gradually shut her down.

They didn't just shut this place down.

They left.

Someone's been in here.

Bailey?

George!

George!

It's like a bank vault.

We need the card key for this.

Bailey, look at the stock market.

These look pretty fresh.

About the width of a wheelchair.

Are you sure about the chemical structure?

Isn't there any other therapeutic use for it?

My God.

That laboratory belonged to Mantese or he had access to it.

That card key has to be here somewhere.

Hey, Dale.

Analysis of the chemicals we found at the hospital.

The name would take about three days to pronounce, but in small doses, it

destroyed short -term memory.

And in large doses?

The Manchurian Candidate.

If you wanted to create a human puppet, this is the stuff you'd use. It's very

restricted.

Also, toxicology confirmed that it was present in the tissues of the first two

murder victims.

But the drug didn't kill them.

Well, the point is, we can probably assume that the dear Dr. Menzies was

a fresh batch.

Thanks, Tracy.

He wasn't here before.

The killer must have left him.

Probably right upon now.

The man who lives in his car and carries around a picture of Rasputin.

It's all in the game, Bailey.

All in Lucas at the game.

Agent Malone!

I got Agent Branch on the two -way!

I'll be right back. Yeah.

John.

Sam, wait up!

John.

John.

It's locked from the inside.

Must be some other entrance.

Dad.

Where did the ball go?

In the cup.

You have no idea where you've been for the last 24 hours?

I'm going to take a look at your foot, Tom.

Why?

Did Dwight inject you with something?

Do you remember where he was holding you?

It must have been somewhere inside.

I have not... I don't remember.

What is it?

Bailey, George has injected you.

Bailey, did I do that? Did I kill someone? Take it easy, Georgie.

I killed that man.

He was trying to kill Sam.

It was the drugs. It wasn't you.

Justifiable homicide.

I'm filling out the report.

You saved that lady's life.

Lucas accomplished what he wanted, even from prison.

The experiments that my father conducted.

The patients were warehoused here.

That's what the fence was for.

A large percentage of the people living here today are directly related to the

people that my father experimented on.

Down in Abbott, their parents were test subjects, and Dwight...

Parnell's father committed suicide.

Maybe that's why he came after you.

He was avenging his father.

Dwight was injected with a drug.

Mencius didn't do it.

If nothing else, he's physically incapable.

Dwight was the disciple Lucas created.

He was easily manipulated.

Lucas probably instructed him to inject himself.

We already know about your father, son.

Lucas had the information in his computer and George discovered it weeks

No.

Was it enough to tell me he had to show me?

You know, I...

I kept getting the sense of some sort of surgery, like an amputation, right?

I never realized that I was the patient.

He was trying to cut me off from the one person that I wanted to reach the most.

My father.

It won't work.

A line like that begs an explanation.

I know why you sent me to Otis.

Four more people are dead, and I don't... I just thought you should meet

your siblings.

Not only did your father give seed to you, in a figurative way, he started

entire town.

Impressive, if you want to think of it that way.

Sam.

I shone a light on the truth to show you the kind of man he is.

Sam, don't go.

You

used to always

call me Samantha.

Since you've been here, you call me Sam.

to see you again I've missed you

Samantha