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Parker, hands off. I was just looking Sunday.

Oh, yeah? Mm -hmm.

Beauty mark.

I'll take that.

There's our surprise guest now.

Oh, they're the owners.

What?

Oh.

I'm glad you're here.

Hold your horses.

Yee -haw, Henry.

Giddy -up.

You're not helping, Mother.

Can I help?

No, I've got this.

I guess it's true what they say about boys marrying their mother, Miriam.

You and Sunday, the way you bust his chops is a thing of beauty.

I'm sure if you ask Parker Pops, he'd say I married my dad.

She gets you there, Danny boy.

Which is why I love my daughter -in -law.

Is that what I think it is? I warned you to save room.

Oh, my... Annie, what's going on?

Beats me, sis.

An hour ago, I was reading in my cell.

Please, make yourself at home.

This way.

Thanks for this and for trusting me.

Let's just chalk up this little field trip as an exercise in prosecutorial

discretion for my closest friend. And for Henry's sake, counselor, I really

you know what you're getting yourself into.

Just serving up just desserts, Nate.

Please, take my seat. Thank you.

So, I'm sure you're all dying of curiosity to know what's going on here.

But Parker and I couldn't think of a better way to cap off our first

anniversary. Best year of my life.

Thanks to my beautiful wife's father who was crazy enough to introduce us and my

mom for the faith that she had that I would finally get it right. Anyway,

Parker. Anyway, having you all here in our home like this seemed the perfect

opportunity to clear up this pesky murder charge. That's currently hanging

my client Annie's head. You see, and this is... Parker's favorite part.

Guilty as charged.

The real murderer is actually sitting at this very table right now, about to

enjoy my signature souffle.

Which is getting cold, which is a crime in itself.

Of course, you're all wondering who might the real murderer be. Certainly

legal eagle secretary, Miss Quinn.

Coming from the legal hawk, that's quite a compliment.

And of course, it couldn't be my father, because for one thing, the Secret

Service frowns upon putting murderers in charge of the agency responsible for

protecting the president. And two... I think one...

Pretty much did it.

It must be Miriam, my mother -in -law, driven to a life of crime after years of

wrangling livestock.

Or was it Wrangling Parker?

No, it can't be her, because whoever murdered Annie's fiancé, Toby, must have

least known the guy.

Uh -huh.

Ted, the brother -in -law.

Now, there's a likely suspect.

Pops, you're a good judge of character.

How do you size up this guy?

Ted?

I'd say Ted is a...

Small -time political hack.

I resent that. I think that's the point. Now, shh. Don't spoil the show.

What do you think, Kimmy?

If your husband is a hacker, more of an up -and -comer.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You never did like being called Kimmy, did you, Kim?

Just like you didn't really like me very much back when we were sorority

sisters, either. Which is why I started wondering, of all the lawyers that you

could have hired to defend your sister... I went to your wife because I

Annie was innocent.

Because you... Please don't say that. But you are, Sunday.

Parker, you are biased.

Yes, I am. I knew from the start that Annie was no killer.

Which, of course, made us wonder, Kim, who else had a motive.

Who else wanted to see Annie's fiancé dead? And then Sunday remembered that

always wanted what wasn't yours, Kim. Even another gal's boyfriend.

Especially the handsome ones.

And Toby was handsome, wasn't he, Annie? This can't be true. I don't have to sit

here. Sure you do.

Sit down.

But sneaking around with Annie's fiancé while repugnant, Kim, doesn't explain

why you'd actually kill him. You're out of your mind.

Annie, Toby felt really guilty about betraying you, and I have a witness who

willing to testify that he heard Toby begging Kim to come with him to you and

confess their affair.

Kim, swear to me this didn't happen.

Toby was determined to make amends.

That would have messed up all the plans you had for you and your little hubby,

wouldn't it, Kim?

You just never imagined that Annie here would be charged with murder. So, you

called me.

And it may have worked out perfectly if it weren't for the concierge at the

Savoy. You met him there?

Where we were going to get married? Oh, yes. We met at the Savoy, Annie.

You didn't actually think I would offer to be your wedding planner out of the

goodness of my heart, did you?

Annie. Hey, hey, Annie.

Take it easy. Take it easy. It's okay.

It's going to be all right.

Just... Take it easy, okay?

You think you're so smart.

Put the gun down. Everyone stay calm. Shut up.

Shut up.

Everybody, shut up.

Nobody needs to get hurt.

We just want to help Annie.

Annie.

I should have let her hang.

I had to bring you in, O 'Brien.

You know what's really repugnant?

Watching you enjoy the good life that I was born to live.

So sorry to hear all that.

Parker, no!

It was a great party. We should do this every anniversary. This crime busting

thing is a blast.

Yeah.

Whipped cream?

Always.

Morning. Morning.

Huh. So this is what we're going to see today.

The E .W.

Railroad State Museum.

Yep. E's for my granddad and my great -granddad Earl.

Junior and senior and the W's for my dad Wyatt.

Back when we relied on telegraphs to communicate, it made a lot of sense to

initials on trains. So calling it the E and W just kind of seemed right.

Don't tell me you've already been out running.

6 a .m. every day.

You know life in D .C., go and go harder.

Schedule, I'm sure you don't miss one bit.

Waking up in Tokyo and going to sleep in Dubai?

No thanks.

Don't get me wrong, it was an honor to serve as Secretary of State.

But four years and a million miles later, I am right where I want to be.

How's the arm?

It's good.

Turns out getting shot is a lot like being thrown off a bull.

Both hurt like the dickens, but only one of them comes with a big silver buckle.

And Sunday?

Well, she barely said two words to me all the way home.

Let me guess.

Parker and... No.

Hey, she gave you her look.

Should have paid attention to it. So that's where she learned it.

Well, imagine being a single father dealing with the threats I face as a

Service agent. That look helped keep her safe growing up.

Actually, sometimes allowed me to sleep at night.

So this park...

The trains, the land, museums.

You donated it all, the whole shebang.

Yeah, it was my dad's passion, saving old trains.

Keeping them from turning into scrap. It was his way of keeping them alive.

Railroads have been part of the Parker family history since we first settled

west. Railroads that we helped build to link this nation together.

That's a beautiful story, darling.

One that I'm sure my father could have waited to hear until your speech at the

opening ceremony, seen as you have just been shot.

And if you had any sense at all, we'll be in bed at this hour.

I just want to get some sleep.

It'll be a breakfast pop.

Make sure you take all number nine up the Mendocino coast. It's a doozy.

But honey, don't bet honey me.

It's in every paper. The story was bound to get out. I was just trying to get

ahead of it. Look, they even quoted me right.

There isn't a crook alive who stands a chance against my gal Sunday.

Yeah, you don't get moving and you won't stand a chance against your gal Sunday

either.

I thought you'd be happy that it's great publicity.

Great publicity is showing up to your own event on time. We'll be on time. And

best of all, now that you cleared your client.

I can steal you away for a weekend in San Francisco.

Yeah, if we ever get there.

Parker, you're going to use being hurt as an excuse not to take me dancing,

aren't you? No dancing. I hadn't thought of that. But I don't see the downside.

You want to see the downside, Parker?

Keep dawdling, and this stays packed.

Ooh.

Get up! Come on, you're filling your pajamas!

I like my little horses and cowboys.

Sorry, I can't do that.

Parker!

Now, what do you got there, huh? More rubber bands?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't make me come down there.

Fine, I'll come up there.

Coming up.

Come here.

What, Parker?

Close your eyes.

Happy anniversary.

You're such a romantic.

In here, I thought you totally lost it.

How would you get me?

Henry's letting Danny do what? Pick out any car he wants.

We're heading to San Francisco after this ceremony and Pops is driving you,

it makes sense.

It'll be fine so long as he doesn't pick out Parker's new toy.

Uh -oh.

Parker's new toy.

You should have heard your mom bragging to my dad about all the work you put

into the opening ceremony.

How much all this would mean to your father if you were here to celebrate

us.

I'm so proud of you.

She really said that? Yeah.

And it was nice of you to insist my dad take this about when he asked.

You've got excellent taste.

You're speeding.

I'm just trying to blow out the carburetor. I want to see what she's got

I restore this old gal.

Well, if you don't slow down, we're going to lose them. We're not going to

them. My mother knows exactly where she's going.

Just trying to make up some time, make sure we're not late.

Is Henry trying to lose us?

Look that way.

You know where we're going, right?

Better. I know Henry's favorite shortcut.

You're going to get a ticket.

Stop worrying.

Someday the road's wide open. Relax.

I'm not going to get a ticket.

I warned you to slow down.

Heck of a place to break down.

Just because

I'm

wounded does not make me too impaired to drive. Oh, please. Those cops were

right. You need two hands on the wheel.

They couldn't have been happier to get your autograph, though.

Still, it gave me a ticket.

Oh, well.

Parker?

I know.

Sunday.

Are you finding any prints?

Nothing. Like the Carson White's clean.

Anyway, like I was saying, Nate, I really appreciate your help.

Oh, of course, Henry. Don't give it a second thought.

Absolutely. After you got shot, everyone understood.

Besides, I think being your stand -in at the opening of the E &W Park will be

worth at least 200 votes come the next election.

Just don't go telling Sunday I said that, or she will have you sleeping on

couch, given how little she thinks of me being opposing counsel.

Don't worry, I won't. And Nate, thank you. I'll talk to you soon. Molly, we

to get a casting of the Chevelle tires for comparison to the van.

I'm on it.

Parker, you're going to reopen your wound.

Stop worrying. I'm being careful.

He is so stubborn.

I heard that.

Did you get a chance to examine the photo of Danny and Miriam that I sent

think I saw something reflected in the Miriam's glasses. I noticed that, too. I

thought I'd start by running a photogrammetry program. Good.

Good.

That's good.

We've helped clients with problems like this before.

We'll find them.

Well,

what do you know?

He really is a working rancher.

He said if I was ever in the neighborhood, just stop by.

Danny!

What a wonderful surprise.

What in the world finally brought you all the way out to Waiwari Ranch?

That would be me.

Well, Dad's always going on about what good friends you two are, so... Uh,

Sandra O 'Brien.

It's an honor to meet you, Secretary Parker.

Henry, please, you know, are you kidding me? The honor is all mine. First in

your class in Georgetown, Stanford Law, big attorney in Los Angeles, now San

Francisco. It's nice to see that somebody with these accomplishments

exists. Uh, Pop?

I'm proud.

So, tell me, the White House forced you to take that vacation you're always

putting off?

President Thompson has a fundraiser here next month, so... Don't tell me that

this is an advanced trip. Oh, not for the next seven days, it's not. This

he's all mine.

Wine tour, Napa Valley.

Sounds lovely. Yeah.

Well, don't just stand there jawing.

Come on, I've already fed two extra places for lunch.

I can't even get this to budge.

finding is nothing and more nothing.

Seems I'll need a professional pickset to have a chance of getting out of this.

It's locked.

Help! Somebody help us!

Whoever he is, he spent a lot of time prepping this room to hold your son

hostage. What?

Think about it. Everyone knew where you'd be this morning. Our folks were

in the wrong car in a time and place that meant for you.

Exactly, which could only mean that he grabbed them in the moment because it's

the only play, hoping to find a way to use them to get what he wanted all

Miriam, like it or not, believe me, she didn't always like it.

I taught my daughter how to think and act like a Secret Service agent.

So, if anyone can figure this out, it's my daughter.

The hardest part of this is to stay focused, Parker.

To keep our heads in the game. Exactly.

The best weapon we have is our ability to reason. We have to analyze every

no matter how small.

But what if... We can't even go there.

We have to be steadfast.

To believe that as long as we keep everything we do a secret, as long as we

pretend to play ball, we can keep our parents alive long enough to bring them

home.

You have till 10 tomorrow morning to release Claudus Jovenet and to provide

with a plane so he can fly himself wherever he wants or your parents die.

Signed, Chairman, the Claudus Jovenet Appreciation.

Good evening, Richard.

Henry, well, isn't this a nice surprise?

How'd you like that get well balloon I sent you after your little mishap?

I know I'm asking a lot. You're asking me to ignore protocol.

Richard, if this was your family and you came to me for help.

So unless Jovenet is released in the next 19 hours.

I firmly believe that Danny O 'Brien and my mom will be killed.

Henry, but to go this alone.

I won't be alone.

And Sunday's sure that the only way to proceed is to start with what we have,

which is Joe Bonet, and that her father would agree.

All right, I'll get you your clearance.

But keep this between us for now.

And I want updates.

I also reserve the right to send in help the moment I think the situation

deserves it.

Agreed?

Thank you, Richard.

You have to say it, Henry.

Yes, Mr. President, agreed.

Results show the samples were exposed to an opioid aerosol dilated to an exact

consistency. So the gas sprayed into the car would incapacitate, but thankfully

not kill its intended target. Which would fit having a military or law

enforcement background, or both.

Or simply passing high school chemistry and setting the anarchist cookbook

online. Which brings me back to my argument that no matter what his

he's got all the makings of being anti -government, which says he's after me.

Really, Parker?

I'm fine.

Even if you're right, how does the kidnapper having a grudge against you

his ransom demand for the release of a notorious hitman? I can't think of

anything that ties you to Claudius Jovenet. Well, then, as soon as we get

time with him, as soon as we find out.

Go through all my old cases. Look for anything, no matter how small. Start

newest to oldest. It points to Jovenet. Yeah. Consider it done.

What's that?

You can't hear us? You want us to speak louder?

So that's how you want it.

I'll be right in to shoot someone.

You'd rather I didn't?

Then we understand one another.

My rules, your lives.

Are you always this unpleasant?

Frankly, no.

But when taking hostages, one should embrace the part.

Everyone. has their price.

My family is very wealthy.

Now what do I need to pay you for our lives?

Well, the Environmental Protection Agency has put the value of a human life

$9 .1 million, the FDA at $7 .6 million, and the Department of Transportation at

a low of $6 million.

But if the government can't agree on a number, then how do you expect me to

extemporaneously assign a value?

This is funny to you.

It's not unfunny. I see the irony.

You really are a bully and a coward.

Then you best mind your P's and Q's because bullies and cowards can be so

vindictive.

Well, Miriam, it appears our kidnapper is a bit self -bombed.

Not every day we have such distinguished visitors dropping in to see our most

popular serial killer.

Oh, that is great.

Any idea how much longer the credentials might take?

Shouldn't be more than a couple of minutes. I don't have to tell you what a

hassle it is to wade through all this federal red tape and rigamarole.

I mean, like, anyone would need a security badge to know who you are.

No, no, it's 2225, not 2552.

Here, just, um, use my card.

Tell a joke a day, wear red every Wednesday, love completely.

This is so cool. And your mom really gave these out. To pretty much everyone

meets.

Marry him and me.

Who's the me?

My dad, actually. He had the maid before he passed.

He was ill for some time, so it wasn't a surprise, and he wanted everyone to

know how special she was to him.

Now she honors him with her cards.

Well, I am delighted to be a me.

Sorry.

How long has your dad been gone?

Almost ten years.

But I hear him in my head just about every day.

Yeah, how's that?

Well, my dad lived by what he called cowboy wisdom. Treat folks the way you

to be treated and you can't go wrong.

I like to think that, uh, I like him in that way.

My dad's big on homespun homilies, too.

Only he calls them the O 'Brien rules of order.

Which, and don't tell him I ever said this, but, you know, I think they were

pretty good for me.

But you didn't want to be the first boy to ask me to prom.

Those look delicious.

Mm.

Mm.

They are so fresh, they're out of this world.

Well, all the credit goes to my mom. She's the one who works the greenhouses

around here. Has the, uh, the blue thumb.

Sandra.

Or should I call you Sandy? Mm.

Kind of hate that name.

My friends call me O 'Brien.

Well, your father's O 'Brien, and you are astonishing.

And so full of grace.

Like today.

Sunday.

Which fits you so well that the only name that comes to mind is simply...

Beautifully.

Sunday.

Busy as I am, Mr. and Mrs. Parker.

Or do you prefer Governor and Lady Parker? Or perhaps Secretary Parker?

answer the question, Giovinet.

Am I familiar with the Claudia Giovinet Appreciation Society?

I feel I should say yes to having an intimate knowledge of a group that is

all dedicated to me. So you do know about them?

Good.

But in second thought, no.

Never heard any more of their chairman.

There's some kind of game to you.

Lives.

Innocent lives.

Hitman.

The most hits.

Killer with the killer smile.

Don't let him get to you like that. He's smart and slippery as all ghetto.

There's just nothing with you for the amusement and we get nothing.

Smart and slippery.

Perfect.

Of course, he's just like... Every other grifter I've dealt with from Shanghai

to Sacramento.

Can you believe the nerve of these people?

We need to bar your office so we can make a call to the president?

My aunt Fanny. The clock is ticking, Richard. We don't have time to suss out

whether Jovenet is or isn't working with this phantom chairman, or if Jovenet is

the one who ordered the kidnapping.

This is risky business, your proposal.

We've weighed the risks, and since we're only pretending to allow Jovenet to

escape, we're confident the upside trumps the down. It's a stall tactic,

Richard. We're stalling. We really need this time to discover where Miriam and

Danny are being held.

Exactly how would this work?

We use Parker's profile page and alert them that arrangements have been made to

transfer Jovenet to an airfield and get him on a plane. Which should convince

whoever is behind this kidnapping that Jovenet is free to fly to wherever he

wants to in the world, anywhere we don't have an extradition treaty.

And once Jovenet safely landed, we demand the return of my dad and Mariam.

exactly what do you need from me?

To sign off on his release.

Under the mandate that we're operating on behalf of Homeland Security.

Agreed. With one caveat.

If you think even for a moment that Jovenet might possibly... Richard, don't

worry. Jovenet will not escape.

You have our word.

All right.

Then you have my blessing.

So I'm supposed to believe that I can just pick out my favorite plane and fly

away?

That the president is allowing you to cut a deal with the kidnappers that sets

me free?

That's a fib.

It meant for a fool.

You've come into my house hoping to buy time to save your precious parents.

This does benefit you.

For your cooperation, you'll swap Supermax for maximum security.

No more 24 -7 lifelong isolation.

Say yes, and you'll see a blade of grass before you're under one.

You decide.

More of the same, but different.

No, not what I had in mind.

Whether anything happens to our parents, whether you had anything to do with

this, if you don't, help us. I will see to it that you are transferred to one of

the less accommodating countries where you've also committed your crimes.

Places where they're very proud to show off their rehabilitation incentives

offered in their incarceration facilities.

So, what's it going to be?

Well played for the win.

We should go.

You'll be in touch then?

I'll be standing by.

But I do have a few accoutrements I'll need to truly saw my prison break out.

And as I'm a tad persnickety and you seem preoccupied, I'll put together a

of things I'll need for my travels.

What's up?

Your secretary couldn't reach you. She called my office, says she's got

something that can't wait.

Wallace Clinch. Does that ring any bells?

Sure. He was the sweet young ICU nurse that the jury convicted based purely

on... Circumstantial evidence. Exactly.

Look at the note you scribbled to yourself in the transcript's margin.

Brother blamed me, vowed to find and punish killer to get justice. What

to Wallace Clinch? He got life in prison.

Is it okay if I call you Wallace?

Yeah. I was named after my dad.

That's it.

His watch. That's it.

What is it?

There. In Miriam's glasses. That's the reflection.

His wallet and watch.

I know who has our parents.

It's what's our cleanse.

It was my first capital crime case.

From the moment I met Wallace Clint, I had a feeling he was innocent.

He was charged with murdering a protected witness who was hospitalized

sudden heart attack.

The security badge was the evidence that tied him to the sleeper hot shot that

killed the patient.

I hereby sentence you, Wallace Clint, to spend the rest of your life without the

possibility of parole, incarcerated in the California state prison system.

When Wallace was convicted, it tore his family apart, especially his big

brother, Wexler Clint.

Can you please see that Wexler has this?

But when I offered him that very

wristwatch, that's when he leaned in close and said that.

You will pay for your abject failure to save my brother and clear our family

name. Which can only mean you were never the target, Parker.

When Wexler Clint grabbed our parents, he was gunning for me.

Are you sure this is the place?

According to Molly, this is Wexler's locker on a drive.

Number three, upstairs on the right.

The second floor, great.

The dark one.

That's why I brought a flashlight.

Let's go catch a rat.

What if this is a trap? What if he's waiting inside for us?

That's why I brought my gun.

Okay, well, there it is, number three. Can you break in?

We're not getting through this deadbolt.

Not without making a racket.

Why don't I... I'll go out back.

It's a dead end.

Ehrlich Mantis.

Ehrlich Mantis?

All of this junk mail is made out to some Ehrlich Mantis.

Maybe it's an alias.

I'm the guy who moved in here after Western bugged out.

We have 12 and a half hours left.

We gotta go.

Where to?

Back to the start and hope for the best.

I need you to run a name for us. Ehrlich Mantis. Mantis, like brain? Yes, like

in brain.

And we need clearance to get into Grey Pine. Safe penitentiary. Lord, all the

stops. Use Governor Pucker's name. All the stops. It is critical we meet with

Wallace Clint tonight. Wallace Clint tonight. Got it.

How did I ever get so lucky to have two such amazing men in my life?

But you might help me with this.

I thought I was supposed to be the one who's nervous on my wedding day. Just

it, please.

Now you're ready.

How did you know?

You're not an expert at talking about your feelings, Pop.

I talk.

Small arms, explosives, incendiary devices.

Every year when we go to Mom's grave, you bring roses.

She would have approved.

Louis Parker looks into your eyes.

You're wearing Miriam's own wedding gown.

She would have loved that, too.

Stop it. You're going to make me cry.

Aren't all brides supposed to cry on their wedding day?

During the ceremony.

Yeah, you can, too.

Let's go give me away before he changes his mind.

Wallace, thank you for meeting with us. Oh, thank you.

I can't believe you're here. I mean, it's so cool you're dropping by like

Way after visiting hours.

Of course, not everyone's married to the governor.

Former governor.

Not in my world.

You were the first guy I ever voted for.

The thing is, I'm here for, like, the rest of my life, the last.

So?

Tell me.

I mean, you must have some awesome news coming all this way.

We don't really have anything concrete to share.

But... But we are hopeful.

It's just... Your case has gone cold.

Which is why we're here to ask if you've had any new insights into what happened

that night.

I keep hoping I will.

I'll remember something I missed that...

Explain things, but I never do.

I mean, how do you prove you never killed a protected witness?

A guy who wasn't even in your care when all the evidence you did.

I never doubted your innocence.

Other than my family, no one's ever believed in me like you.

How is your family?

My mom passed away a few years ago.

Me being in here kind of took the life out of her, you know?

But she would have gotten a huge kick out of me meeting Hugh, Governor Parker.

She was crazy about you.

And, um, your brother... Wexler.

Wexler, right.

Yeah, he was a medical researcher.

And you two worked in the same hospital.

He ran the department.

We used to go for lunch together almost every day.

But he's not doing that anymore?

No.

Wexler kind of had a nervous breakdown.

What happened?

I'm not sure.

I know he got fired, but he never really wanted to talk about it.

It's like every time he came to visit, he got harder to be around.

It's like he was the one to in time.

After Mom died, he just disappeared.

You must really miss him.

I do.

He was always there for my mom and me.

And to become the man of the house.

I worry about him so much.

That was... Gut -wrenching. I was leaning towards uncomfortable.

But enlightening.

Enlightening? How? Because now I know who the real killer is and who Wallace

doing life in prison for.

It was 2 a .m. when Wallace completed his 16 -hour shift.

A gentleman who loved his job, his patients.

A man without a mean bone in his body.

Never imagining that leaving his clothes and badge like he had so many times

before, simple tools of his trade, suddenly a weapon, could change and

change everything in the hands of a cold professional hitman.

Only he didn't know it was another perfect hit executed by a serial hitman

would leave an innocent man behind to take the wrath.

A dark truth that went uncovered.

But it was too late to matter.

And poor Wallace, who could never have done the crime, ended up doing the time.

And the true villain had escaped.

leaving his future murdered by the killer, Claudius Jovenet.

Wexler used Jovenet's release as his ransom demand because it's the only way

getting access to him.

Jovenet's virtually untouchable in Supermax. And, since I failed to get

off his trial, using me as a pawn is fair game. But why would he even think

you could secure Jovenet's release? Because you're my wife, and if anyone

pull those strings... You could.

Wexler improvised when he took our parents.

He was counting on you doing for their safe return what you would for mine.

And once Jovenet's been transferred to the airport... Wexler believes that they

can either capture Jovenet and force him to confess for a crime his brother is

in prison for... Or exact vigilante justice.

So what's our plan? Same plan as always. We put every safeguard in place and use

Jovenet as the bait.

Wexler makes his move, which we expect him to do during transfer. We take him

down alive.

A plan, as you can see, the White House signed off on moments ago.

My people are supposed to escort Jovenet to the Alpine Meadows Airpark?

Yes, under our strict oversight.

We have to be sure that if anyone is monitoring this transfer... Surely you

can't be concerned that we... We are concerned.

About everything.

The moment that Jovenet is put on this prison bus, all security measures have

be absolutely rock solid.

State, federal, air and ground surveillance will be tracking him the

leaves the facility.

The strike team's in place to take Wexler down when he reveals himself.

If Jovenet actually makes it to the airport, which to our advantage is only

few miles away, he will be allowed to board his plane, which has been held in

evidence since his arrest, and was key in securing his full cooperation.

But what if there's this Jovenet society out there that set up Wexler as the

straw man to misdirect, facilitate his escape? It's very possible. That's why

have to be two steps ahead of him.

We can't be in two places at once today. One of us needs to coordinate the joint

task force while the other monitors Jovenet. I don't like it.

Well, you clearly have his number.

You best stay here. I'll take care of it. Then what? What happens after we

Jovenet? The warden has a car standing by. Worst case scenario, we meet at the

airfield. Parker, do you remember saying crime busting's a blast?

Yeah, but that was under medication.

I know.

You're right.

And Molly?

Reports us every step of the way. Well, make sure she updates me about this

Errol of Mantis guy. Yes, she knows what to do.

And I am going to swing by the hospital, see where Wallace and Wexler worked.

See if anyone remembers seeing Wexler more recently. It would be very helpful

have an updated description to use for any surveillance.

We're good then?

You know, there really is no substitute to a genuine calfskin flight jacket.

Of course, having the proper build makes all the difference.

Huh?

Such a lot, don't you think?

Gentlemen, abandoning the hat.

The right shop bull cocked his soul.

No? More of a Stetson man?

What would that cowboy act you peddled to start your career, huh?

Zoom in on those glasses. Can you do that?

Right there.

The temple.

They're missing.

You see that? Whoa.

Open him up. Now, there he is. New Year's superstitious type.

Pat in the bed, bad luck and all.

Bad luck has got nothing to do with bed luck.

Hey, an old working rancher would treat his hat with such disrespect.

Something I learned as a kid, something you might want to think about for our

final few hours together.

Excuse me. I'm looking for ICU, Unit 4. There are no ICU rooms with numbers.

Only letters.

Excuse me, but does this hospital have another intensive care unit?

Best hope still, Counselor.

You wouldn't want to spoil our reunion.

Now let's go.

So this is where it all started.

I could think of no more fitting place.

To fulfill some twisted part of your obsessive narrative, it's really quite

cliche. Finding your limited clues shows a marked improvement in your

investigative skills, Counselor.

And I've gone out of my way to make sure your father and Mrs. Parker are well

taken care of. All that will change if you make any trouble. In here.

But don't hold your breath. We don't want this to be too snug.

Wexler, please. This isn't who you are.

What happened to the devoted son and brother, the brilliant scientist

his life to helping others?

Wexler, Clint doesn't exist anymore.

You saw to that.

You're just doing what you need to do to free Wallace.

I understand.

Are you done yet? Because I know where this is going.

You always thought my brother was innocent, and if I let you go, you will

tirelessly to reverse his murder conviction. How does that sound?

So the prison guard uniform, planning on breaking Wallace out, somehow traded me

for him.

Not a bad guess.

Wrong.

But not bad.

So this is about Jovenet.

Well, you didn't think I went to the trouble of getting a job in the federal

prison system for nothing, did you? Even you have to be impressed that I am the

trusted guard assigned...

To drive Jovenet this morning.

Will you no doubt plan on blowing up along with me?

Some perverted sense of justice?

There's nothing perverted about it.

You'll never get away with it.

I already have.

And by the time your loved ones have begun mourning your untimely demise on

shows throughout the land, I will be gone, gone, gone. And you and Jovenet

will be here, there.

From nowhere.

Sandra! It's okay, Pop.

There's no need to panic.

We have a deal.

I make nice with him, he makes sure someone sets you free.

Tell him.

Isn't that right, Wexler?

Oh, how clever of you to tell them my name.

Make sure the press spells it correctly.

K -L -I -N -T.

Wexler, Clint.

Trust me.

It's okay, Pop.

It's all gonna be okay.

Touching reunion over.

Danny, he's going to kill her.

No, he won't hurt her.

I put a lot of effort into this excursion, so in case you get a this is

than me personal sacrifice motion, remember this, that one push of this

And everything and everyone around us goes boom.

Here we go. There's no chance you're going to win this. I thought you'd lose.

live you lose. The only chance you have to save yourself is to set me free and

let me help you.

Well, that was a lovely speech.

Any other pearls of wisdom you wish to share?

Please leave your who, what, where, when, and why. Bye.

Remember,

any sudden annoyances and innocent people die.

What about Wallace?

How are you going to explain to him what you've done?

Wallace understands.

He'd do the same thing for me. Wallace would never hurt anyone.

What you gonna think of what you've become?

I'm his agent for justice.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Warden Deversley.

No, I can't hold.

These shackles are hardly in the spirit of our understanding.

They work for me.

Yes, well, what would you say if I refused to take one step further? Or

forgotten your need for my active participation?

Oh, I haven't forgotten anything. And I would say enjoy your last few minutes

spending time in a prison in the USA.

And you really don't want to be here playing that card when Sunday shows up

finds out that you backed out on our deal.

When you put it that way, what's not to love?

Like a bad penny.

Something tells me this guy is going to be my problem again.

Hello, you've reached the voicemail for Henry Parker. I'm not available at the

present time, but if you leave your name, number, and a short message, I'll

back to you as soon as possible.

Where are you two?

Maddening, isn't it?

You try and try, but you just can't get a signal.

You wouldn't believe the number of hours I wasted struggling to get a simple

cell phone call out through these thick prison walls.

It's almost as if they didn't want us to reach the outside world.

I was hoping for a town car.

Let me guess, it was in the shop.

Well?

Just get him up there.

Secure the prisoner for transport.

Hey, buddy.

Look, we can't wait around any longer and still have any possibilities.

And nobody in your office has heard from Sunday.

And the escort's ready to roll.

So what's it going to be?

Go? No go?

All right, gentlemen.

Sunday said that you'd have a car for me. Oh, yeah.

Blue Crown Vic.

Visitor's parking lot right in front.

Visitor's parking lot. All right, let's move them out. Come on.

What's your name, bad boy?

All right. Keep your eyes open, your heads up.

Suspect Wexler -Clint can make his move on prisoner Jovenet at any moment.

Yeah.

Sunday, thank God.

Parker.

Molly. Is Sunday with you? I can't find her. What do you mean you can't find

her? Wexler is working at the prison.

He's using Helios.

Wexler's working where?

He's Ehrlich Mantis.

This is Henry Parker. I need you to patch me through to the warden

Go ahead.

Yeah, put him through.

This is Jefferson. Go ahead.

What plant is your driver?

What the heck?

All right. Close the gate.

Eric Mantis is Wexler Clint, the guard who's driving the bus.

Open up, Wexler. It's over.

Nothing's over till I say it is.

Isn't that right, Counselor? You tell him who's in charge here.

Do what he says, Parker.

Parker.

Stand down. Stand down. All units, stand down. Look, he goes away.

Sunday's on the bus.

We've got a civilian hostage on the bus. All units, all units, stand down.

Sunday's on the bus. Keep that gun down.

Okay, Wexler, you're in charge.

Now what?

You'll know when I want you to know.

Mrs. Parker, what's going on? Can I be of service?

You hear that, Counselor?

Our special guest needs you.

Why don't you tell him who I am?

Honest Jovenet, meet Wexler Clint.

Older brother of Wallace Clint.

He's serving life in prison for a murder you committed.

Wallace Clint.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure of ever meeting that man.

Well, let me refresh your memory.

Because back then you were a big -time pay -for -play hitman, and my brother

a kind, decent, hard -working nurse until you ruined his life and put my

in an early grave.

I'm sorry for your misfortune.

But I can say with some confidence that you have the wrong hitman.

I thought that too until I did the kind of exhaustive research that a good

counselor here should have done. A comprehensive analysis of your work.

of poisons and drugs instead of knives and guns.

Your penchant for assuming the identity of others so that you could mask your

crimes. You were responsible.

Which is why you should have gone to the authorities.

A dead end, counselor!

Your failure to clear my brother is what brought us here today. It turned me

into the go -to guy to transferring the worst of the worst.

Like you.

You brought us all together for our date with justice.

You're way too emotional.

My man is certain he can take him out with just one shot. I'm sure he can.

Sunday is his prisoner. No, no, no. That is where you're wrong. Wexner is her

prisoner. He just doesn't know it yet.

All right, all units, this is an update. Our position has not changed. There's a

civilian hostage inside the bus.

I've still got the shot.

Not to overstate the obvious, but you do realize the odds of you getting away

with this are... Oh, I fully expect to end up in jail, but it would be worth

price. But don't fret, because it'll be just like your killings.

Fast, lethal, and in your case, long overdue.

Because one squeeze of this...

Or this.

And you go away.

What will have changed, Wexler?

Wallace will still be in prison, only you'll have joined him.

And your mother will killing us bring her back?

My mother is none of your concern. You should be ashamed of who you've become.

You should be proud of me. That what?

That you're a bitter and angry man who celebrates death?

Know that I am a righteous man who celebrates the justice served.

Because now that your husband knows Wallace is innocent, his conscience will

force him to come forward and see that my brother is released from prison.

I will happily serve my time knowing you are both dead.

You did this, Wexler.

You destroyed your family. This is on you.

I can live with that.

Get your hands where we can see them!

First, team two moving in position.

Now.

He's disarmed himself.

He wants to walk, let him walk.

He's got something.

He's got something on his hand.

He's got a device.

Well done mrs. Parker well done

Sunday

I'm going to confess to the murder your brother was in prison for.

With gratitude, Mrs. Parker.

But remember my faith.

You don't want to see it again.

Right.

That's right, sir.

Yes, sir. I appreciate that.

Yes, sir. I'll tell the governor right away. Thank you, sir.

Well, good news. Your parents are safe and sound.

Okay.

Did you hear that?

What, that old hound?

He's probably just trying to find his way home.

You must have heard that.

Sure. Sounded a lot like a bird to me.

How about a little bit more bubbly?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure.

Car backfire? Okay,

fine. It was a gunshot.

I'll get my gun.

I can't get a signal.

Hey, uh, don't forget my...

Flashlight. Got it.

You didn't realize our champagne was going to flat.

Don't worry, Parker. There are plenty more bubbles.