All language subtitles for FBI.Most.Wanted.S01E01

[eerie music]

♪

[beeps]

- We're ready for you,
Dr. Brock.

♪

- [sighs]

- Mr. Lang,
what's your story?

- Um, my, um,
my right ankle hurts.

- Uh-huh.

- Leslie Varick,
what's your story?

- Don't you remember me,
Doctor?

I've been coming here
a long time.

- I'm sorry.
Crazy day.

Where does it hurt?
- My knee.

Ugh.
Here.

- Mm-hmm.

- Thank you, Doctor.
I knew you'd understand.

You're just the best.

♪

- [sighs]

[exhales]

[sighs]

- Hey!
The hell are you doing?

[gunshots]

[sighs]

- [wheezing]

Justin, help me.

[strained breathing]

[gunshot]

- What was that?
Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Are you still there?

Ma'am, are you still there?

Is Justin your husband?

Stay with me.
A unit is on the way.

[tense music]

- Wind's about right.

- Okay, now take off the jess.

- Can I pet him first?
- Of course.

- Good-bye, Wally.
[chirps]

- Give him a nudge.

Go on.

- He's flying strong.

Just like new.

- What if he wants
to come back?

- He won't.

Up there's
where he wants to be.

That's why we nursed him
back to health,

so he could do
what he does best.

[phone ringing]

- It's okay, Dad.
Go to work.

- You heard the boss.
Go on.

All right.
- [giggles]

- Agent LaCroix.

- Ready, set, go.

- I'm on my way.

[Nelson & Tali laughing]
- Cheater!

- The criminal
investigative division

put Dr. Brock on the
Most Wanted list this morning.

The headlines are:
two homicides and a fugitive

with the resources and means
to flee the jurisdiction.

- Not to mention
the medical skills

to set himself up
in a foreign country.

- And the unlawful flight
warrant

should be here any minute.

In terms of the number
of fugitives

that have made
our Most Wanted list,

I did not check
where Brock stands--

- He's number 524
on the hit parade.

- But who's counting?

- Well, I look forward
to this task force

putting him on this list.

- Brock found his wife
in the kitchen,

shot twice by the intruder.

He then finished her off
with the intruder's gun.

But get this:

Mrs. Brock managed to call 911
on her cell.

The operator heard her identify
Brock before he shot her.

- Bummer for Brock.

- When the Newburgh cops
turned up 15 minutes later,

Brock was gone and the family
safe was cleaned out.

- Tell me about the intruder.

- The late Glenn Ericks,

priors for burglary
and weapons possession.

Associated with
a local biker gang.

- And Brock's family?

- Step-daughter.

This was a second marriage
for him.

Divorced his first wife
12 years ago.

- Where are we
on the U-FAP warrant?

- Just got in.
We're good to go.

- We're looking for
girlfriends, boyfriends,

anyone with a personal
or business hook with Brock.

Hana, deep dive on
background, social media,

sites for naughty husbands.
Crosby!

If you could put that protein
bar down long enough--

- Hey, I'm a growing boy.

- Did you say you have
a growing butt?

- Check Brock's phone records,
texts, emails.

Clinton: malpractice suits,
financials, side businesses.

I wanna know what Brock's done,

and I wanna know
who he's done it with.

Barnes and I will start
with the step-daughter.

Now, don't underestimate
this fugitive.

He might look like a foot
doctor who's in over his head,

but he got the drop
on an ex-felon,

and he executed his wife
in cold blood.

Skill and depravity.

We have to consider him
capable of anything.

[dramatic music]

- I don't get it.

I--I thought Mom and Justin
were happy together.

- They were married six years?
- Yes.

I just didn't see it.
- You didn't see what?

- How bad things must've been
for him to do this.

I just assumed she was happy.

We used to talk all the time
until she married Justin.

- Did they have
a vacation home anywhere?

- No; why, you think
he left the country?

- We'll catch him.

Do you know
any of his friends?

- I don't know
if he had any.

He said he was too busy
to have a social life.

- What did you think of him?

- I thought he was boring,
but he spoiled my mom.

He bought her this house.
He supported her causes.

- Veterans' causes?
- Yes.

He was a veteran himself.

That's why Mom
got interested in him.

Plus, he was a doctor too.
She felt so lucky.

- Is that where they met,
at a veterans benefit?

- No, on a blind date.

Mom was the one who got him
involved in the charities.

She was so giving.

[sobs]

It doesn't make sense.

I'm sorry.

[sobs]

♪

- Whatever was doing
between Brock and his wife,

they kept it to themselves.

Nothing like a man in uniform.

- I think Brock would agree.

- His legal
and financial records

are as clean as whistle.

No complaints
with the medical board.

- And nothing popped
in his phone records.

Texts, emails,
they'd put my grandma to sleep.

- His social media
put me to sleep.

I've never seen so many
pictures of shrimp cocktails.

- Bottom line,

there was no sign he was gonna
step out on his wife.

- I don't see how
he'd have time.

He was seeing
50 to 70 patients a day.

There must be a lot of bunions
in Newburgh.

- This is Ms. Augustin,
Brock's nurse.

- Agent LaCroix.

This is Agent Crosby,
Agent Barnes.

Thanks for coming in; this
must've been a shock to you.

- Yes, very much.
- Have you been with him long?

- Since he opened the clinic
four years ago.

- We need to see
Dr. Brock's office.

- He was a two striper
in the 12th infantry.

My regiment.
Served in Bosnia.

- He's very proud
of his service.

- We noticed.

- What was in this drawer?
- Cash.

A lot of his patients
paid in cash.

- And Dr. Brock kept
it all in his office?

- They paid him directly.

He liked to do
his own bookkeeping.

It's not my area.

- What's in here?

- Prescription pads.
- Do you have a key?

[investigative music]

- I don't understand.

There were at least a hundred
pads under there two days ago.

- None of these patient files
have any medical histories:

no blood work,
no X-rays, no MRIs.

What exactly did Dr. Brock do
for his patients?

- He treated them.

They presented with ankle pain,
foot pain.

- And he treated them
without any tests,

or maybe it didn't matter.

He just wrote them
a prescription for painkillers.

Is that what this was,
Ms. Augustin:

an opioid pill mill?

- I don't know, I just did
what Dr. Brock told me to do.

- What was his fee
for writing a scrip?

- His basic consultation
is $300.

- Just for writing his name?

- Maybe he thinks
he can bankroll his run

by selling scrips for opioids.

- [sighs]

Let's start with
his most loyal patients.

- Why are you talking to me?
I didn't do nothing wrong.

I had good reason
to see Dr. Brock.

- Just tell them the truth,
Mom.

He was giving you pills.

You're an addict,
and you can't admit that.

- Cassie, please.

I have injuries.
I have chronic pain.

Look, I injured my knee.

See?
- Those scars are old.

How'd you do that?
- It was an accident.

It wasn't no big deal.

- How long
has she been an addict?

- No, you leave her
out of this.

- Three years.

♪

- [clears throat]
You tried talking to her?

- All the time.
I beg her to stop.

She's too out of it to care.

- All those years
you still go to school,

you do your homework every day?

You're a strong person, Cassie.

- Cassie, please,
I try my best.

You have a roof
over your head.

- Yeah, because
we're living at Grandpa's.

♪

There are times when I still
see the Mom I used to know.

And other times--

I just want you
to be my mom again.

♪

- How 'bout it, Leslie?

You can start right now.
You can help us catch Brock.

- I don't know where he is.
- Then how'd you get these?

Prescription for Oxynet,

filled yesterday at a pharmacy
in Pennsylvania.

Isn't Oxynet
what Brock gives you?

- He gave me the prescription,
not his clinic.

- On Monday, this was yesterday
in Pennsylvania.

Why Pennsylvania?

- Come on, Leslie,
tell the truth.

- I am.
He has another clinic.

[tense music]

- Federal agents.
We have a warrant.

- There's no Dr. Brock here.
This is Alan Ashworth's clinic.

- And who's this?

- That's Dr. Ashworth.
He's a back specialist.

- Ashworth was Lilian Brock's
maiden name.

A Pennsylvania medical license
was issued to Dr. Alan Ashworth

two years ago.

- Brock's car is out back.
Engine's cold.

He keep another car here?
- An Audi.

- Color?
- Silver.

- I'll get BOLO out.

Silver Audi, get it.

- Brock's patients are gonna be
mighty disappointed.

There's so many of them.
- Enough to fill two clinics.

Where does he find
all these people?

Good morning.

Did you bring money
for your appointment today?

Can I see it, please?

Don't worry,
you're not in any trouble.

[tense music]

♪

- $50 bills.
Lower profile than Benjamins.

- Hm.

All right, folks, listen up.

We're not here to
cause any trouble for you,

but somebody's been
taking advantage

of your circumstances.

You good people can help us
do our job,

and you'll be on your way.

Now, $300 in $50 bills.

Is that what everybody has?

Excellent.
Thank you.

Now, who gave you this money

and sent you here
to see the doctor?

Any takers?

♪

I couldn't help notice

some of the ladies
are looking at you.

♪

- Maybe 'cause
I'm good lookin'.

- [laughs]
You're not that good lookin'.

How'd you get here
this morning?

- I drove my pick-up.

- You left your hog at home?

The scuff marks on your boots
are from a Harley gear shifter.

What's that ink on your arm?

[suspenseful music]

- Hey!
[grunting]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
We got him, we got him.

We got him.
It's all right, it's all right.

- [breathing heavily]

Turn over.
Turn over!

[breathing heavily]

Yeah.

- Forsaken Sons.
Don't let him move.

The intruder
who shot Brock's wife,

what bike gang
did he belong to?

- Glenn Ericks.
"Forsaken Sons."

- Forsaken Sons.

- Maybe that's who's recruiting
patients for Brock.

- He's in business with 'em.

With partners like that,

he's got the means and
the muscle to avoid capture.

[police radio chatter]

- Gil Rickman
and the Forsaken Sons

like to wrap themselves
in the flag

and ride in veterans parades.

It's just a cover for gun
running, drugs, prostitution.

But this connection
with Dr. Brock,

that's a new one on us.

- Near as we can tell,
the gang recruited addicts

to get a scrip
for Oxynet from Brock,

and then they'd
walk the patient

to a pharmacy to fill it,

they'd give the patient a tip

and sell the rest of the pills
on the street.

- Brock and his gang
were clearing around

$800 per prescription, 70 times
a day for the last four years.

Brock was making
28 grand per day.

- Lilian Brock knew Rickman
from her work with veterans

before she married Brock.

She probably introduced them.

- Maybe she found out

what Rickman and her husband
were up to?

She wasn't havin' it,
so Brock had her killed.

- His whole identity was
wrapped up in this heroic image

of a warrior healer.

His wife threatened that

and sent his narcissism
into a frenzy.

I don't think he's gonna do
well without money and status.

I think he's gonna
look for a way

to keep his business
with Rickman going.

- Brock prescribed
over 3 million pills.

You think someone
would've noticed

and picked up the phone:

the drug company
or a pharmacist.

- Cha-ching.

They all had reason
to look the other way.

- And maybe keep looking
the other way.

If Brock is gonna keep
his business going

he'll need pills.
Oxynet.

We need to visit
with the local sales rep.

Hey, Kenny.
You got a moment?

- [sighs]

[dramatic music]

- I know.
My bad.

I laid in to that guy
a little hard.

Won't happen again.

- I thought you had this
under control.

If you need a refresher course
in anger management,

we can make that happen.

You sleepin' okay?

- Yeah.
Mostly.

- I count on you, Kenny.

That goes both ways.

You need anything,
you let me know.

♪

- He was pilfering my desk.

- He was trying to make it
look like a robbery.

- That's what you say, but
he was reaching for his gun,

and he was gonna shoot me.

- Glenn always was twitchy.
- [sighs]

Lilian was still alive
for God's sake,

he couldn't even do that right.

Woman's gonna ruin my empire.

♪

- Your empire.

I don't know why I don't
just throw you in that hole

with your car.

- Because we're still partners.
- Mm.

- I have another plan.
One last score.

Then I can disappear
to some out of the way place

where they appreciate a doctor
with my qualifications.

- Brock.

New phones.

New name.

Time to shed your old skin.

- A strip club?

- This is where the sales rep

takes the doctors
to talk business.

- ♪ You gotta give it to me,
right here ♪

♪ And if you want me, baby

- Right over there.

- Which one of the two
is Sydney Lane?

- The one giving the lap dance.

The two men are doctors.

Sydney used to be a stripper
before she was a sales rep.

- You were keeping that
from me, weren't you?

- Ms. Lane.
FBI.

Sorry to interrupt
your sales presentation.

Can we speak to you outside
for a minute?

- This is about Dr. Brock.
What about him?

He was my top prescriber.

- 3 million pills
over four years?

That's drug pushing,
not prescribing.

- Not my problem.

I'm paid to get doctors to
prescribe my company's product.

- By grinding yourself
in their lap?

- That's why the company
recruited me,

and six other exotic dancers
I know of.

- I'm sure you've heard what
Brock is accused of,

not to mention his pill mill.

He might need some money,
he might reach out to you.

- Pill mill?
[laughs]

Until a nonaddictive
painkiller as good as opioids

hits the market,
every practice is a pill mill.

Even with Brock
out of business

the wholesale pharmacist
from my territory

just doubled his order
of Oxynet.

- Doubled?

Three days after your top
prescriber went on the run?

- There's a whole lot of pain
out there.

You think
maybe this wholesaler

could be in business
with Brock?

Maybe selling him pills out of
the back of his warehouse?

- With the regulatory agencies
breathing down his neck?

I don't think so.

- But a robbery, that would be
easier to explain.

Wouldn't it?
- Easier.

- And when does this shipment
of Oxynet come in?

[eerie music]

- Let's go!
Let's go!

We got ten minutes
before the next shift comes in.

Let's go, prospect, move it.

Move it.

[tires squealing]

- Freeze!
- FBI!

Hands up!
- Get down, get down!

- Get down on your knees!
- Get down!

- Get down on the ground now!
[indistinct shouting]

- Where I can see 'em!

- Put the box down!
[engine revving]

- Put it down!

[gunshot, man grunts]

- Don't move.
Find Brock!

- Let's get out of here.
- I'm not leaving my brothers.

- Screw you.
- Hey!

I said we're stayin'.

- I'm not going to jail
for this.

[police radio chatter]

- No sign of Brock.
- Just these knuckleheads.

I barely put a finger on them,
boss.

- This is Victor-7.

I have a DB in a vehicle
at Sweeney and Glover.

Looks like multiple GSWs.

♪

- The door was like this:
open?

- Yes, sir.

- Nine mil.
Same caliber Brock uses.

- [inhales]

Brock's wife wanted a divorce.

She threatened to snitch
on his side business

unless he gave her a good deal,

but he said he would never
split his empire with her, so--

[clicks tongue]

- His side business,
the pill mill?

Is that why
she wanted a divorce?

- I don't think
that bothered her.

I mean, she introduced me
to Brock,

and she knew that
I was no angel,

but you know, so long as
I supported the vets

and Brock was raking it in.

- So why leave him?

We heard Brock spoiled her.

- I don't know.

I never got the chance
to ask her.

- Okay, Rickman, new question:

What's Brock's next move?
Where does he go?

- You are the FBI.
If you don't know--

- You're a fountain
of no knowledge, aren't you?

For this you gave him a break
on his sentencing?

- Agent LaCroix--
- This charade

that he didn't know
Brock hired one of his men

to kill his wife?
It's bull!

♪

You conspired
to kill a witness

to an interstate
drug operation.

You should be up
for the death penalty.

[hisses]
- Mm.

- Okay, take a deep breath.

- They expect us to dance a
minuet with that piece of dirt?

He doesn't
want Brock found!

Brock could be a witness
against him.

- Agent LaCroix!

- Don't you
cut a deal with him!

We'll find Brock
without him.

- Now we know why you didn't
take a desk job at 26 Fed.

- [breathing heavily]

- Leslie.

Thanks for coming.

You didn't tell your daughter,
did you?

- No, no.
Doctor.

It was so thoughtful of you
to reach out to me.

- I don't forget my patients.

I know you've been sick,
so I brought you your medicine.

- Thank you.

I don't believe what they say
about you.

- Yeah, well,

it's all a misunderstanding.

- Oh, your hands are shaking.
Let me help.

- [breathing heavily]

You got a good heart.

I know it.

[sighs]

N--no, no.
That feels good.

- I won't let anything bad
happen to you.

- [wheezing]

[ominous music]

♪

- He lost his accomplices.
He's on his own.

He'll run out of moves.

- He served in Bosnia.

Probably not the first
tight spot he's been in.

- That was a long time ago.

He's grown used
to his comforts.

Hey, it's Tali
out in the back field.

Your father took it
this afternoon.

Every day after school,

she's out there looking
for this bird we released.

She's a funny one.
- Are we doing photos?

Here's Anais at the park
last Sunday.

She loved the ducks.

She wanted
to go swimming with them.

- I remember when Tali
was this age.

It was--

well, special, right?

- I've got a live feed
of my clownfish.

Wanna see?
- Yeah, I wanna see 'em,

covered in beer batter
and deep fried.

- Shut up.
- [laughs]

- [sighs]

I don't think
it's about the bird, bro.

[dramatic music]

[computer dings]

- There's a purchase
at a jewelry store

that just dropped
on Brock's AmEx corporate card.

25 grand
the day he killed his wife.

Bullock Jewelers,
Richmond, Virginia.

- A gift for a girlfriend

charged to his corporate card
so his wife wouldn't see it.

- Any other hooks to Richmond?

- Yeah, a dozen calls
to a Richmond cell phone

registered
to his New York clinic.

- I'm seeing three flights
to Richmond

in the past year,
all paid in cash.

- Sounds like he was trying
to keep an affair

under his wife's radar.

- Call the jewelry store.
Find out who the lucky girl is.

- [heavy breathing]

- Megan Curtis?

I'm Agent Barnes,
this is Agent LaCroix.

- It's about my father,
isn't it?

Justin Brock?
- Your father?

You mind if we talk
in your apartment?

- Yeah.

Curtis is my mom's maiden name.

Started using it
after my parents got divorced.

- You angry at your dad?

- I was ten.
You know, I was a kid.

I didn't know there were
two sides to every story.

You can take a good look.
He's not here.

- We didn't think he would be.

Have you been in touch
with him?

- No, no, we don't talk
that often.

I've only seen him twice
this year.

He was supposed to come down
for my graduation next week.

Bought me a bracelet.

- We saw that.

The jewelry store
has it on hold for you.

- We also noticed he liked to
cover his tracks

whenever he flew down here.

- That's because of his wife.
She was very possessive.

It was a whole soap opera.

- Can't have been
easy for you.

Can't be easy for you now

with your father accused
of killing his wife.

- I don't believe that
for a second.

- What do you think
happened?

- Lilian introduced him
to some bad people.

They used him,
they killed Lilian,

and they would have killed him
too if he hadn't run away.

- He's lucky to have you
in his corner.

- [laughs]
I'm the lucky one.

My dad's a hero.

He inspired me
to join the ROTC.

I interviewed him
for this essay in high school

about his service in Bosnia.
It was awesome.

It was something
he never talked about

when I was growing up.
He's so humble.

It's--he even told me
not to say anything to Gramps

about my essay.
- You mean his father?

Why not?

- Gramps is a veteran too.

Dad didn't wanna make it
look like he was bragging.

That's the type of person
he is.

♪

- In case he tries to
get in touch with you,

Megan, it really is better
for him if he turns himself in.

- [sighs]

- [sighs]
It's nice to have heroes.

- "Humble."

Not a word
I'd associate with Brock.

- His old man
lives in Norfolk.

- Justin wouldn't reach out
to his dad.

He knows better.

[whispers] Right there.

It's just some people
from church.

[whispers] Let's go in there.

Frank had a stroke a year ago.
He's on assisted breathing.

He can't speak.
He can't walk.

I haven't told him
about Justin.

It'd probably kill him.

- Those photos,
those are all Frank?

- Yes, he was decorated
for his service in Vietnam.

- You said that Dr. Brock
knew better

than to ask
his father for help.

Is that because of the stroke,
or something else?

- Nothing Justin ever did
was good enough for Frank,

no matter the success.

It just broke my heart.

- [sighs]

That's a Bronze Star, isn't it?

- Yes!
Were you in the service?

- No, no, my wife.

Army intel, Afghanistan 2016.

She didn't come back.

- I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

[dramatic music]

- You know, Dr. Brock won
a Bronze Star too,

in Bosnia.

- He did?
- You didn't know?

- No.

I didn't know
he was in the service.

I mean,
Frank never told me,

but then Frank never
had anything positive to say

about Justin.

- Most of my psych classes are
about boys and their mommies,

but boys and their daddies?
[sighs]

That is a higher level
of screwed up.

You'd think Brock's service'd
be the one thing

his old man'd be proud of.

- Brock was more interested
in displaying his medal

than wearing it.

He was puffing himself out.

The photos, the money,
the status,

he was proving to himself he's
worth his father's respect.

I wonder how far he went.

- You would not believe
the hoops I had to jump through

to get his service records.

Brock was enlisted in '95.

After four months
he was medically discharged

with something called
Optic Neuritis.

- Sounds serious.
- It's just an infection.

Couple months on steroids,
and you're back in business.

- It's an off ramp
out of boot camp.

Brock couldn't hack it.

- He never went back?

- No record he did.

- Stolen valor.
That son of a bitch

pretended to be a veteran
to impress his wife.

- I think she was on to him.

I found an FOI request
in this file from her

from a month ago.

She was looking for
his military records.

- The veteran
she fell in love with?

That explains the divorce.

- State cops.

It's about
one of Brock's patients.

- She was found early this
morning dead of an overdose.

Her car is missing.
Syringe was still in her arm,

with a partial thumbprint
belonging to Brock.

- He killed her for her car.
He didn't have to do that.

- His patients are
just things to him.

Obstacles.

[somber music]

♪

- Hey, her car was just found
abandoned

outside of Harrisburg.

He's smart.
He's mixing it up.

- I'll get the video footage
from bus stations in that area.

- Hey boss, just got the
phone dumps off Megan's cell.

So last two days,
she got three calls

from a burner in New York.

- That's gotta be Brock.

- Uh-huh.
And get this.

Same burner,
coming from Maryland.

He's heading south towards her.

♪

- I have finals tomorrow.
I can't talk to you.

I have to study.

- This is your father's
military record.

You should read it.

- I don't understand.

- He never made it
out of basic training.

- No Bosnia,
no medals, no heroics.

It's a fantasy he created
to seduce his new wife;

maybe even rehabilitate himself
in your eyes.

- No.
It's a mistake.

- No, no mistake.
His life was a fabrication.

- The only medicine
he practiced

was prescribing opioids
to addicts.

- This is one of
your father's patients.

[dramatic music]

This is when
she started seeing your father.

This is six months later when
she was arrested for a DWI.

This is yesterday

where your father left her
after he stole her car.

The syringe had
his fingerprints on it.

♪

Look at her, Megan.

Look at her.

She has a 16-year-old daughter,
Cassie.

Cassie has lived through
her mother's addiction,

an addiction your father
monetized to pay for his cars,

his vacation,
your bracelet--

I know what it's like
to be disappointed by a parent;

To find out he's not who you
thought he was, but...

You have to face it, Megan.

- Help us.
Please.

We think your father's
coming here.

We wanna get him into custody
without hurting him.

- I don't wanna hear it.

I have exams.
I work a part-time job.

I--I have to find a real job.
Just please...

Please, just leave me alone.

- So much for tough love.

Maybe you rubbed it in her face
a little bit too hard.

- I wouldn't have done it

if I didn't think
she could handle it.

She can't avoid the truth.
She has to live through it.

It's the only way.

Brock's not coming here
for her graduation.

There's something he needs.
Something from her.

- We found three 529
investment accounts

in the name Megan Curtis.

- Yes, those are
federal tax-deferred

college savings plans.

- Who set up the accounts?
Can you look that up?

Now?

[keys clacking]

- Here, the accounts
were opened by Justin Brock

three years ago.

- There's almost two million
dollars in here.

- Has Ms. Curtis
accessed this money?

- No, Ms. Curtis
has never contacted us.

- The way she was sweating
finding a job,

maybe she doesn't know
about the money.

- And Brock is blocked
from accessing it.

- Yes, we got an alert on him

from FIN-cen two days ago
barring him.

- But not his daughter.

He needs her
to get to this money.

That's why he's coming here.

- [sighs]
I told you to leave me alone.

- Does your father know
how hard you work

to put yourself
through school;

to earn
your officer's commission?

You think he gave you that
bracelet because he cares?

Your father hid $2 million
under your name

in an investment bank
here in Richmond.

- It's money
from his drug operation.

- He didn't tell you, did he?

While you scraped by.

He needs that money to escape.

He can't get to it now,
but you can.

That's why he's coming here.

♪

It's not about you.

It's about the money.

I'm sorry, Megan.

Can you help us?

- Can't imagine
what she's feeling.

- I got a good idea.

Probably what my mother felt
after my old man gambled away

the college money she'd saved
for my sister and me.

It's time to give Brock a taste
of what that feels like.

[foreboding music]

[keys clacking]

♪

- Clinton's in position
outside Megan's.

- Somebody accessed
the accounts.

[keys clack]

[phone ringing]

- Tax-deferred.

- Chuck Reid.

- Mr. Reid is in a meeting
off-site, but I can help you.

- There's a problem
with my 529 accounts.

- I'll need
one of the account numbers.

- GR1431120.

Name on the account
is Megan Curtis.

- Mother's maiden name?
- Curtis.

My name is Justin Brock.

I'm authorized on the account.

- I see that.
How can I help?

- These accounts are showing
a zero balance.

Why is that?

I had a significant amount
of money in these accounts.

What happened?

- I'm sorry.
Let me check.

- The beneficiary, Ms. Curtis,
came in yesterday

and wired the funds out.

- She wired the funds where?

- I can't release
that information.

- That little bitch.

- What was that, sir?

- His arrogance worked
in our favor.

He never saw us coming.

[line trills]

- This is Megan.
I can't answer the phone

right now, but
if you leave your name and n--

- On the pick-up.
- Copy.

[tires squealing]

[tires squealing]

- Megan!
Here!

- Get back!
What did you do with it?

- Drop the gun now.
- Hey.

- Drop it.
- No.

You get out of my way.
She's coming with me.

- Let her go, Doctor.

- Setting me up?
Your own father?

- Talk to me, Doc.

- I'm not going to jail
for this.

- Let her go, and we can talk.

- No.
No, no.

She's coming with me.

Hey!
- Aah!

[both breathing heavily]

- Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't kill you.

- Megan, don't.

- I looked up to you.

[crying]
You were my hero.

It was all fake--

- Listen to me--

- Everything that I am, you
took from me with your lies.

[crying]

I have nothing!

- Megan, don't do it!
Listen to me, Megan.

- [sobs]

- You can get it back...

But not if you kill him.

You do that,
you lose it all forever.

- Megan, please, don't.
I'm sorry!

- Shut up!
Shut up!

- Look at me, Megan.

- [breathing heavily]

- Megan...

[dramatic music]

You're graduating next week.

You did that.
You did the work, not him.

♪

You're starting a new life--
your life, a good life.

Don't let your anger at him
take that away from you.

- [heavy breathing]

- You're gonna be okay.

Now, just give me the gun.

- [heavy breathing]

[crying]

- [grunting]

- Get up.

- Justin Brock,
you're under arrest

pursuant to
a federal fugitive warrant.

- You like uniforms so much?

We got a nice pretty orange one
you actually deserve.

Come on.

- What's on the menu
for the flight home?

- Local specialties: Sweet
potato soup and spoon bread.

We'll pick it up
on the way to the plane.

- We'll try and
save you some.

- Hey, Kenny.

I meant what I said.
You stay on top of it, okay?

- Yeah.
I got it.

- I hope you're right;

that she'll get through it.

- She will.

She's a lot stronger
than I was at her age.

If her dad had been my dad--
[chuckles]

- There she is.

- Hey, wáten,
how you doing?

- I'm okay, Uncle Clint.

Are you staying for dinner?

- If you're asking, sure.

I'm gonna go talk to the folks.

- So have you seen Wally?

- Nope.

I don't think
he's ever coming back.

[crying]
I miss Mom.

[somber music]

- Yeah.

♪

I miss her too, sweetheart.