All language subtitles for NCIS Sydney S03E12 720p x264-FENiX[EZTVx.to]_Track03

[Unsettling music]

[Rory] IED in the living room.

Stuff everywhere.
It'd be a punish for a bot.

State cops snapped this

before they worked out it's
Commonwealth land and called us.

Looks self-contained.

Go earn your keep.

[Marco] Let's have some fun.

Maybe I'll move my
mother-in-law in here.

[Paula] With or without the IED?

[Marco] Either way.

All right, get it done, guys.
In and out.

[Paula] Jackpot.

Got the det.

Boss, we right to clear this?

You sure that's it?

Yeah, there's nothing else
that can hurt us.

All right, clear it.

[Wiring crackles]

[Rory] What's happening?

Just a fried circuit.

-Damn, almost soiled the suit.
-Again?

[Laughs]

-[Marco] We're good.
-[Rory] Copy that.

Sending in the closers.

Get the debrief done
and that's lunch on me.

Get a wriggle on. Might still
make the Macca's breakfast menu.

[Sighs] Missed out on
all the fun.

-As usual.
-[Smoke alarm beeps]

[Whines]

Someone kill that thing,
would ya?

-What the hell's that?
-Just an old fire alarm, skip.

We're good.

[Alarm beeps]

[High-pitched sound]

What the...

Nice one, Paula. Made it worse.

[Barks]

Hey, knock it off, you lot!

You guys okay?

[Explosions]

[Grunts]

[High-pitched ringing]

[Pants]

[Theme music]

[Playful music]

[Trigger] All right.

Ta-da!

[DeShawn sighs]

[Door closes]

How about we, uh, up the stakes?

[JD laughs]

Seriously, mate?
Three-card monte?

You know he's hustling you,
right?

Please! Do y'all know
who you're dealing with?

-A sap?
-[JD] A schmuck?

A sucker?

[DeShawn] A man that sees
what others don't.

It's what makes me a good cop.

[Evie] It makes you delusional.

Oh, yeah? Well, how about you
open your eyes, Evie Wonder?

Check out the card on the right.

Notice anything unique about it?

Corner's bent.

-[DeShawn] It's the ace.
-Mmm.

Now, light 'em up, T-Dog.

Show Papa D... [Clicks fingers]

..that ace.

[Evie] Mm-hm.

-[JD] Oh!
-Oh, look, D!

-It's your spirit animal.
-[Trigger laughs]

But the corner!

Is deliberately bent.

Tricks you into thinking
you've out-hustled the hustler.

Specifically designed
for people who think

they're the smartest
in the room.

[Evie] Oh, snap!

-[JD] Ouch.
-Double or nothing?

Oh, I meant to ask, how'd
the post-break-in audit go?

Ah, the fly-away team
from Singapore

concluded that nothing
had been stolen.

Okay.

And our systems don't seem

to be compromised.

Although, Blue is being Blue.

All right, do you want me
to put out a BOLO

for two sad-looking blokes
in balaclavas?

I mean, after all that,
they left empty-handed, right?

About that.

[Phone chimes]

-[Grabs phone]
-[Suspenseful music]

[Presses buttons]

[Phone buzzes]

[People call out]

-What the hell happened?
-Mate, they said it was clear.

They're all gone.

What do you mean?

Send me the address.

[Phone receiver clacks]

What's going on?

It's your old team, mate.

How many dead?

All of them.

I'll get my kit.

That's as far as we know
at this stage.

Um, we'll go through
the appropriate channels...

[Car doors shut]

[JD] Where we at?

Uh, structure's clear.

The DVI team's located
all the bodies.

Uh, Rory, sorry to meet you
under these circumstances.

Michelle Mackey, NCIS.
Here to help any way we can.

What do we know?

[Rory] Earlier this morning,

local cops received
an anonymous tip

about a bomb on the property.

We rolled in, disarmed it,

then the team went in
for debrief.

You sent a team in
before it was clear?

What was the second device?

We don't know yet,
but moments before it blew,

the dogs reacted to something.

-Reacted to what?
-It was a high-pitched sound.

Seconds before detonation.

Mind if I take a look?

We're at your disposal, mate.
Anything you need.

How about a one-way trip
to Uluwatu?

[Camera clicks]

[Doc Roy grunts]

Oh, about time. I asked for
an assistant an hour ago.

Oh, I think you've got me
mixed up with someone else.

Why? Who are you?

[Clears throat] I am
NCIS Forensic Pathologist

Dr Royce Penrose.

Oh, and I'm sure your
mother's very proud.

You search for limbs.

I'll deal with
the intact bodies.

Just try not to stomp
all over them, yeah?

[Clears throat]

Marco was my number two
before I was benched.

He just had a second kid.

Need a moment?

Won't bring him back.

I'll, uh, leave you to it.

How is any of this
still standing?

The blast was mostly shrapnel.

Take a look at the bolts
and screws in the wall.

The bomber didn't want
to destroy property,

he wanted to take lives.

[JD] So why target
an abandoned building?

Hmm? Who you gonna kill,
vagrants and vandals?

Sure, until someone
makes an anonymous call.

And then you get a room
full of bomb techs.

[JD] So first device
lures them in,

second takes them out.

Yeah, with five-inch bolts

traveling 3,000 feet per second.

The bomber glued them
to the back of the ply

and then sealed the fireplace
with it.

That was the second device?

The blast seat, yeah. The bomber
rigged it as a shaped charge.

Enhance the explosion.

Concentrate the blast
towards his victims.

Bomber knew what he was doing.

[Metal plate clangs]

[Metal plate scrapes]

Is that a QR code?

[Trigger] This is
just the start.

[Rory] Strike force name
is Lone Wolf.

You'll be operating with
full counterterrorism powers.

Now, I want you to
take a look at something.

That is the bomber
trying to get inside our heads.

With every tick of that clock,

he's trying to rattle us
and make us slip up.

But that is not gonna happen.

And do you know why?

Because we are gonna
put all our focus here.

We're gonna think
about them -

about their families,

their loved ones, their kids,

and what kind of hell
they're going through right now.

And then we are gonna go out

and nail this bastard
to the wall.

Now, go.

Sign-off came through
from Canberra.

NCIS will augment
the AFP strike force.

What do you need?

Start with a list of
potential targets.

Focus on public events
within our four-hour window.

That's not what he's after.

You want mass casualties,

you don't leave a bomb
in an abandoned house.

You don't leave a countdown.

What is he after, then?

[Trigger] Take a look.

It's all a big game to him.

We're playing right into
his hands.

I'll be sure to pass that on

to the replacement team
en route from Melbourne.

-Let me brief them.
-Trigger.

I've been there.
I've done it before.

I can work with them.

[Rory] They're
a stand-alone unit.

They'll be fine on their own.

He's a bomb tech.

One of the best.

Your words, not mine.

Yeah, that's why
I need him here.

Sift through bomb componentry.
Find this guy's signature.

Get me an ID.

Got it.

[JD] You sent Trigger
my way, mate.

Said he needed help.

That was enough for me.

I didn't ask any questions,
but I'm asking now.

You know I brought Trigger
with me from the state cops.

Yeah, pulled him into the bomb
squad. So what's the issue?

There was an incident.

The kind that gets you
sent to the sixth floor

for a psych eval.

[JD] What happened?

There were concerns
that he may have

a suboptimal
self-preservation reflex.

The hell does that mean?

It's shrink speak
for 'death wish'.

You don't put people like that
around things that go boom.

[Phone buzzes]

Yes, Commissioner.

[Blue on phone]
So AFP have provided us with

a live feed of the strike force,

which grants us access to
all AFP leads in real time,

including this.

[Message whooshes]

Analysis of
the explosive residue.

Ammonium nitrate and diesel.

-ANFO.
-Correct.

Trouble is
diesel isn't traceable,

and the ammonium nitrate
doesn't match

to any commercially available
product, which means...

It's homemade. Our bomber
has a chemistry degree.

But you've still gotta
get your hands on it.

It's easier to get tickets
to the MCG on grand final day

than a pallet of
ammonium nitrate.

So where'd he get it?

There was a theft from

a Sydney chemical company
two weeks ago.

How much was taken?

150 kilograms.

Trigger reckons the amount used
in the house explosion

was about five to ten kilos,
max.

So there's 140 kilos
still out there?

Enough to crater
the Sydney Opera House.

It says here the burglar
used two small charges

to break into the warehouse.

The first knocked out power,
including CCTV.

And the second was used to gain
access to the storage area.

No, that can't be right.

Bombing the security panel
would only disable the system.

It wouldn't open the door.

Blue, liaise with AFP.

See if you can get access to
the warehouse security server.

And find out how they
really got in. On it.

-[Troubled music]
-[Puts phone down]

[Evie] Hey.

What you looking for?

Det cords, componentry.

Some bomb makers
leave a signature.

[Evie] Can we help?

Sure.

Go study bomb making
for a couple of years

and then report back.

Trigger.

Give us another job.

Only way you're
getting rid of us.

-Yeah, I'm starting to see that.
-Mmm.

Forensics pulled this
from the wall.

A camera?

You think our bomber
was watching?

Probably how he knew
when to detonate.

That, and he gets to see
his handiwork in action.

Which means he was
running a feed.

Well, maybe we can find out
where it was transmitted to.

Track the feed, find the bomber.

Guess you found
something to do, then.

[Tape recorder] ♪ When I hear
the rain a-comin' down ♪

[Doc Roy hums along]

♪ It makes me... ♪

[Nia sings along]
♪ Sad and blue ♪

♪ Was on a rainy night
like this... ♪

Do you mind not doing that?

[Laughs] Why?

You think you're the only
Marty Robbins fan around here?

It's not your fandom
I'm objecting to.

It's the backing vocals.

What, you don't like my singing?

Oh, is that what it was?

[Laughs] Oh, God!

A real charmer, you are.

I thought a cat
was being tortured.

Funny, because you seem more
the animal-harming type.

Oh, I'm great...with animals.

Evidently better than people.

-♪ Filled with fear ♪
-Oh.

♪ The only sound
within the room ♪

♪ Is the falling of
each tear... ♪

-[Music stops]
-Oh, come on, really?

Marty is a solo act.

Fine.

Fine.

♪ They'll bury Flo tomorrow,
but ♪

♪ They're hanging me tonight

♪ They're hanging me
tonight... ♪

Tonight cannot come soon enough.

-[Sighs] Oh, God.
-[Door opens]

-Oh.
-[Door closes]

Good taste finally
prevailed, did it?

[Doc Roy] Hello, mate.

I'm collecting any foreign
bodies removed from the victims.

Here we go.

Uh, nuts and bolts, mostly,

but, uh, I've found
some circuitry and wiring.

[Tense music]

[Evie] I remember this.

Car bombing on Mitchell Street,
right?

Yeah.

Two years ago.

Detonator relied on

a sub-auditory frequency
triggered by that.

And now Doc found this.

[Evie] Same mode of detonation.

Are you saying
the bombings are linked?

I'm saying it's the same bomber.

We need to tell the others.

What?

How come you already
had this file?

Uh, I was a part of
the original investigation.

In what capacity?

One of the victims
was my fiancée.

[Woman] I just got to
the bus stop now.

I slept through my alarm.

Uh, not really.

I haven't thought
that far ahead.

Okay, sure.

I didn't know that
you could cook that.

Actually, I didn't know that
you could cook at all.

I'm joking.
I am joking, of course.

Coffee counts.

If you've made it, Trav,
then I'm gonna love it.

-[Dog barks]
-[Strange high-pitched whine]

Or I am gonna order takeaway.

Uh, I gotta go, babe. Yes.

-[Dog continues barking]
-Yes. Okay, I love you.

We'll go over our vows tonight.

Okay. Okay, I love you.
I love you. 'Bye.

[Dog barks]

Hey, little guy.

What's got you all riled up?

[Barks]

[Dark music]

Two years ago next month.

Um, four wounded and three dead.

Uh, bomber used
the same ANFO mix as today.

The devices used in both
bombings were detonated

via a sub-audible frequency.

Um, it's picked up by
a receiver, which then

detonates the explosives.

Why the extra degree
of difficulty?

It's his calling card.

He wants us to know it's him.

Who was the original target?

There was an Islamic school
nearby.

Um, it was damaged,
but no one claimed it.

How does that connect to
an attack on five bomb techs?

It doesn't.

Trigger.

Got a minute?

[Puts tablet down]

Is this where you tell me
that I'm too close to the case?

That's not really how I roll.

But I am asking if you're okay.

No, I'm not.

Good.

Good?

I'd be worried if you were.

So now the welfare check's
out of the way,

what's our next move, soldier?

[Chuckles]

Well, there's a guy,
Kyle Hadden.

He lived across the street
from the bus stop.

Shrapnel from the blast
severed his spinal cord.

He spent months in a coma.

So he saw the bomber?

Fleetingly.

Uh, his recollection
was scrambled by the bomb.

He gets images,
but they're fuzzy.

Are you still in contact?

Yeah, I swing by from time
to time, make sure he's okay.

Swing by today.

Far as we know,
he's the only person

who's ever seen the bomber,
which makes him our best lead.

Take Evie with you.

[Evie] Got you something.

It's warm.

I read somewhere

you're supposed to offer food

when someone needs consoling.

So you got me a Danger Bar?

It's DeShawn's.

He won't miss it.

[Handbrake engages]

Not looking too dangerous.

[Evie unclicks seatbelt
and clears throat]

We good?

Is... Is that where...

We're good.

[Seatbelt unclicks]

[Door opens]

[Kyle] Oh, it's good
to see you, bro.

[Trigger] Yeah, you're looking
good, mate. How's rehab?

[Kyle] Oh, you know.

Took some steps the other day
without using a rail.

[Trigger chuckles] There you go.
Killing it.

[Kyle] Still, I guess you're
not here to discuss rehab.

Who's this?

-This is Evie. She's a friend...
-[Evie] Colleague.

I'm a constable with the AFP.

Evie Cooper.

Um, there was another
bombing, Kyle.

I saw it on the news.

Do you think it's the same guy?

Yeah, it could be.

[Trigger] Last time
I dropped by,

you said you were
getting bits of memory back.

Just flashes.

Like what?

I don't know.

Like...the bodies.

And the smell.

Look, I know it's tough, mate.

But I'm gonna need you
to dig deep here, okay?

Is there anything else
you can remember?

Even the smallest detail.

Travis mentioned that
you saw the bomber.

Not really.

I was riding home on my bike,

about to head inside,

when I see this dude
parked in the bus zone.

Parking the car that blew up?

I remember thinking
he was gonna get a ticket.

The parking cops were out
and he was gonna get done.

You saw his face?

[Kyle] Barely.

A few seconds later,
everything went white.

I woke up in a hospital bed.

Take us back to those
few seconds beforehand.

Maybe close your eyes.

How tall is he?

Is he similar to you?

Yeah, I guess.

[Evie] How about his build?

Short, medium, stocky?

Kinda normal.

[Trigger] What about his hair?

Kyle, think.

-I'm trying.
-Trigger...

You said that you could see him.

It changes. I don't know if it's
my mind playing tricks or...

I'm sorry, Trav.

Honestly, man, I'm so sorry.

Hey, can you just...

Look, he wants to help.

He can't think clearly
with you here.

So in the nicest possible way,

take a hike, bud.

Ouch.

Uh, look, mate, I'm sorry.

It's just, uh...

-Charlotte.
-[Trigger moves chair]

I get it.

Well, I'm gonna head out,

but Evie's gonna stay and
ask a few more questions.

[Evie sighs]

[Door opens]

My nan reckons
you should never have

a hard conversation
without a cup of tea.

[Door closes]

Then we can work
through this together.

I don't know if I'm
gonna be much help.

No, that's okay.

But we do this in your own time.

There's no rush.

[Sighs]

[Clock ticks]

[Church bell tolls]

[Sighs]

Told you it was too gloomy
in here for a wedding.

What, barefoot on the beach
would have been better?

No, you're right -
why settle for sun and sand

when you can have bad lighting
and religious guilt?

You said yes, remember?

Because you asked.

Yeah, it didn't help
when I wanted that Harley.

Because I prefer you with
all of your limbs intact.

It meant so much to you
to get married

where all of your
cop buddies did.

I would have been married
by Elvis in a casino

if it meant I could spend
the rest of my life with you.

Hate to break it to you, Trav,

but Elvis has left the building.

[Door opens and closes]

Hey, what's with
the "one-way trip to Uluwatu"?

Is that some kind of bro code?

No, it started maybe 20 years
ago on a surf trip to Indo.

I'd just finished my first year
of teaching and Rory was

a wet-behind-the-ears
probationary constable.

The tour boat dropped us
at a reef break off Uluwatu.

[Sighs]

It was just me and Rory and
the most incredible right-hander

you've ever seen in your life.

And we just surfed that
all morning.

By the early arvo,
we were cooked.

So we just waited for
the boat to return.

Except it never did.

So, what did you do?

We just hang on our boards
and hope the boat returns or...

Or try and paddle back.

Yeah, we were just dumb kids,
you know?

[DeShawn] Yo. Take a look.

So I had Blue run a trace on

the keyhole cam that
we found at the blast site.

Linked to an IP address
in a phone

from a car parked a block away
from the crime scene.

-Can we trace the phone?
-No.

It was only on for
a total of 15 minutes.

But we can trace this.
[Presses key]

Grey Commodore,
license plate JYS92X8.

Registered to an Alana Connell.

Address?

Registration links it to

a public housing block
in Waterloo.

[Dark music]

[Clock ticks]

[Tires squeal]

[Car door closes]

-[JD] You good?
-Yeah, yeah.

Just a little déjà vu.

Bring the big key.

[Officer] Clear!

[Officer 2] Clear!

Oh!

Take a photo, it lasts longer.

Perve!

Do you own a Grey Commodore?

Oh! I wish.

[Laughs] 5-liter.

V8, mind you,
not your gutless 6.

-What type of car do you own?
-I don't.

No, I lost my license years ago.

No one told me codeine and
whiskey don't mix. [Chuckles]

Something tells me
she's not our guy.

You think?

But the bomber
sent us here. Why?

Anyway, I was wondering
when you blokes would turn up.

What are you talking about?

Package delivered earlier today.

No return address.

Oh, there was a note.

-What note?
-Yeah. Here.

[Officer] A negative for metal
and chemical traces.

No way this little guy's
gonna blow.

As we expected,
car rego was faked.

The bomber must have hacked

his way into the
transport authority.

To send us here. Big Ears
must be some kind of message.

-[JD] So, what's the message?
-Your guess is as good as mine.

[Mackey] This apartment must
mean something to the bomber

or he wouldn't have
gone to all this trouble.

Must have meant something
to you too, mate.

What was that 'déjà vu'
all about?

-[Phone buzzes]
-What are they ever about?

[Phone buzzes]

-[Phone clicks]
-Yes, ma'am.

Uh, yeah, it appears
the bomber is messing with us.

It's... He's sending messages...
[Voice fades]

Wanna talk about
the elephant in the room?

Which one?

The one Rory's riding
while he holds out on us.

[Phone clicks]

[DeShawn] Hey, Sarge.

D, I need a deep dive into

all past tenants at
our current address.

You got it.

Look, I don't want you to
worry about the bomber, yeah?

I just want to talk about
the day itself.

[Cup thuds on table]

Like, what was the weather
that day?

I don't know. I can't remember.

Okay.

Is there anything
you do remember?

[Cup thuds on table]

Seagulls. Huh!

Remember they were fighting
over a piece of soggy bread.

Just going crazy.

[Chuckles] Forgotten that
till this moment!

Mmm, it's funny what comes back
when you don't push it.

[Chuckles softly]

I can see why Travis likes you.

What makes you say that?

Know how hard he took the loss
of his fiancée, Charlotte.

I'm glad he's finally moving on.

What, with me? [Scoffs]

Oh, that car bomb really
messed you up, didn't it?

Sorry, I do that. I...
I didn't mean to offend you.

No. No, I just had
one of my flashes.

Of the bomber?

I can see his face.

[Phone buzzes]

-Evie?
-[Evie] Blue.

I'm with Kyle.
I need you to run an e-fit.

Okay. Um...

I can, um...
I can stream it to your tablet.

I'm gonna give you this.

Hello?

Hello. It's Kyle, isn't it?

Uh, my name's Blue.

I'm gonna try and help you by

getting a sketch of
the guy that you saw.

[Tablet chimes]

Okay, Kyle.

-Shoot me.
-Oh.

[DeShawn] Yeah, that's right.

12/24 Hill Street, Waterloo.

Sure, I'll hold.

What are you doing?

Bomber sent the team
to a random apartment.

JD wants me to chase up
the past tenants.

The man you want
is Jason Wright.

How do you know?

Because that's the apartment
where I shot him.

Before AFP,
I was with the state cops

as part of tactical response.

Uh, my first warrant drop
was 10 years ago.

An armed robber
named Jason Wright.

Wright was wanted for

shooting and killing a cop
during a bank job.

Intel said he was armed.

[Mackey] That's the same
apartment the bomber sent us to.

Wright was on the couch.
Um, he reached for a gun.

I fired two shots
and he died instantly.

Rory was your team leader,
right?

Yeah.

Why keep that to himself?

I don't know. Ask him.
We did everything by the book.

The bomber left a toy elephant
at the site of the shooting.

With a note.
Said we were "getting warmer".

Does that mean anything to you?

Wright had a son.

Um, he was there in the
apartment when his dad got shot.

The poor kid had to walk past
a dead body on his way out.

Timothy James Wright.

Mother Lucy Wright died
when he was eight years old.

Drug overdose.

After his dad's death, it said
Tim became a ward of the state.

-Where is he now?
-Nothing on file.

Looks like he slipped
off the radar.

That's because he's our bomber.

[Kyle] His face was
kind of less round.

Sort of more narrow.

[Blue] More narrow.

Okey-dokey.

Hairline was further back.

[Presses keys]

I'm sorry, I don't know
if I'm being much help.

No, you're doing great.

So, what happens now?

So I'll run generative AI

and that will take
what you've given me

and give us a more
lifelike composite.

-I need a minute.
-Yeah, of course.

[Sighs]

Blue, how long?

Two shakes of a ram's quail.

[Dark music]

Okay, here we go.

That is our bomber.

It's uncanny, isn't it?

-[Electricity crackles]
-[Evie drops]

[Blue] Evie?

Evie!

[Kyle] Evie can't come
to the phone right now.

[JD] Evie?

-Evie!
-[Mackey] Evie?

-[JD] Clear!
-[Trigger] Clear.

[Mackey] Clear!

It's Evie's.

-Where would Kyle be taking her?
-Why take her at all?

I don't get it.

Was Kyle faking it
this whole time?

No, I was there at the
aftermath of the car bomb.

I saw his wounds.

So he was injured
by his own bomb?

Yeah, because he likes to watch.

You know, maybe
he got too close.

He hid his recovery from me.

[Phone buzzes]

Déjà vu. Are you kidding me?

What? What are you
talking about?

The apartment! Jason Wright.
His son, huh?

Look, I...
I thought it was a coincidence.

Oh, coincidence, my arse, mate!

You've been withholding
this whole time!

We could have had
Kyle hours ago.

Now he has Evie
and that's on you!

[Phone buzzes]

Go for Trigger.

[Kyle] Hello, Travis.

Evie says hi.

I swear to God,
you lay a hand on her...

I know. I know.

You won't rest
until you've run me down.

Right now, Evie's welfare
depends entirely on

what you do next, so...
listen carefully.

[Clock ticks]

[Rory] All right, Kyle Hadden
first comes on the grid

with a driver's license
four years ago.

Before that, nothing.

Okay, so he changed his name.

Tim Wright becomes Kyle Hadden.
So what?

Yeah, we still don't know
what his game is,

if he's got a plan
or if it's all just random.

[DeShawn] I don't think it is.

I ran title deeds on the
abandoned house that blew.

It's Kyle's first foster home.

So it's all personal.

Trigger's old crew.

The bus stop bombing.

Charlotte wasn't just a random
victim. She was the target.

[DeShawn]
This has all been about

revenge on the person
that killed his dad.

Where is Trigger?

[Door closes]

I see you've made
a full recovery.

What can I say? It's a miracle.

I came alone like you asked.

Where is she?

[Evie] Trigger!

Evie!

[Kyle] That collar was meant
for you, Travis.

Looks just as good on her.
Don't you think?

Trigger's phone's off.

Car's gone too.

Senior Constable Travis Riggs.

I need a location.
Every camera in this city.

Kyle takes Evie to flush out
Trigger. It makes sense.

Okay, so we find Trigger,
rescue Evie.

As long as we do it
in 12 minutes or less.

-[Phone ringing tone]
-[Mackey] Talk to me, Blue.

Kyle is telling us a story.

An innocent boy, Tim Wright,

loses his dad
and enters the system,

where he's transformed
into Kyle Hadden.

Our bomber with a grudge.

He fled his past and now
he's literally blowing it up.

Okay, so Kyle led us to the
apartment where his dad died.

And his first
foster home before that.

Which are both
Tim Wright locations.

So if this is a story of
reinvention,

when did Tim Wright
become Kyle Hadden?

At the boys' home
that he ran away from.

I'm sending the address
to your phones.

[Message whooshes]

[Kyle] They moved me back here

right after the foster homes
didn't work out.

That was my bed
right over there.

You know what they gave us
when we arrived?

A toothbrush and a stuffed toy.

And they turned out the lights.

You okay?

It's not the worst fashion
choice I've ever made.

But it's up there.

Takes a special woman to laugh
in the face of death, Travis.

I'm impressed.

I mean, she's no Charlotte,
but...

..beggars can't be choosers,
can they?

You got me here, now let her go.

But I don't want
just you, Travis.

I want to take from you
what you took from me.

I want to destroy

everything that you care about.

Your dad killed a cop.
I was just doing my job.

I didn't think anything
could be worse than that day.

But I was wrong.

Every day, it got worse

and all of that is on you.

-Your dad was gonna shoot us.
-With what?

That .38 they found on him?

My dad only ever carried
a pistol.

That revolver wasn't his.

So I'm gonna try this
one more time.

What was my dad reaching for?

His gun. You know that.

[Beep!]

[Kyle] Ba-bow!

Again.

What was my dad reaching for?

His gun.

What was he reaching for,
Travis?!

[Beep!]

His gun, you psycho
son of a bitch.

Macka.

[Clock ticks]

What the hell?

He's stealing time.

One last try.

What do you say?

What do you want me to say?

Your dad was reaching for a gun.

Did you see it?

The gun he was reaching for.

Did you see it, Travis?

[Officer] Police!
Search warrant! Police!

-No.
-Oh, yeah. That's right.

You shot an unarmed man
that day.

[Officer] Hands in the air! Gun!

[Two gunshots]

No.

Yes, you did.

You created an orphan
that day too.

Now that orphan's gonna
return the favor.

-[Gunshot]
-Trigger! No.

You better get to work, Travis.

Otherwise...

..you'll be pulling that pretty
little head out of the ceiling.

[Dark music]

[Pants]

[Clock ticks]