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And I was blind
to my son's pain.

Maybe he couldn't find
the words to tell me,

but...I was his father.

I should have just seen it.

My own son...

Many of you knew my boy Danny
better than me.

If any of you would like
to say a word in his memory...

Hey, Scot, come on, man.
Don't go.

Well,
♪ I can't move mountains ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I can't move mountains ♪

Halt!
Clear!

Hey, Cyclops,
didn't see you come in.

I need a box
of Winchesters--300 grain.

Uh, we are out of Wins,
but I got S&Bs 250.

Wins are standard.
Can you check the range office?

I don't need to check.
I know what we got.

Just call the office.

I need the Wins for my MOA.

Come on, man.
Ammo's ammo.

Just go back on the range
and do what you do.

What I do?

I'll show you what I do.

Yeah, well,
I hope the weather holds.

Me and my girlfriend--

we have a nice bike ride
planned later--

What the hell?

Look out!
Look out!

Everyone get down!
Everyone get down!

Shots fired!

911, what's your emergency?

We have a shooter
at the Diamond Hill range.

A shooter at the range.

Maybe a little more tea
will help you figure it out.

Mind your elders.

So you fold them
down like this

to hide the knot,
and then you take a strand,

and you tie it around here,

and that'll make
the doll's head.

We're gonna need
my sewing kit.

I left it upstairs.
Oh, I'll go get it.

We're making these for Mom.
Very cool.

I don't know what she'd do
without you, Marilou.

You know,
making corn husk dolls

can be therapeutic.

I can show you how to make one.

Ready?
Ready.

Watch the birdie.

Check.

Saved by the bell.

Scot Weitzen, 32,

army sniper discharged
with the rank of lieutenant.

Got into a fight
with an equipment clerk.

Next thing you know--five dead.

Nicknamed Cyclops.

Tours in Iraq, Afghanistan,
and Syria.

31 confirmed kills--3 from
over a mile away.

One's a fluke,
two you're blessed, but three?

Psychiatric history?

None with the VA.

I'm checking
with medical insurance.

Honorable discharge,
no criminal record.

Where does Cyclops call home?

Mom lives
in Stoughton, Massachusetts.

She told local police that he
moved out three weeks ago.

He's been living
out of his car.

They got a nationwide BOLO
and a unit outside Mom's house.

If it was me on the run,
I'd hit up a battle buddy--

someone I trust with my life.

Work up a list of all members

of every unit Weitzen's
been involved with.

Send agents to each one.

I'd like to know how
this guy shot up a gun range

full of armed people
without getting himself killed.

And I'd like to know
why he did it.

I never would've guessed him
for something like this.

Cyclops
is a damn American hero.

He was a regular here?

Yeah, every week
for the last year.

Alone?
Mostly.

Sometimes with other vets.

We heard
there was an argument?

Yeah, over bullets.

He wanted one particular brand,
and we were out.

He said he needed it
for, um, his M-O something.

MOA?
Minute of angle accuracy?

You work at a gun range,
and you don't know what MOA is?

What?

No--it's just that you
sound just like him.

It freaks me out, all right?
It could have been me.

And how did the argument end?

I gave Scot a box of bullets

and told him
to go do his stuff.

He told me he'd show me
what he does.

Parking lot and then what?

The equipment counter,

then to the firing range,

to the left of the shed,
and then to the right.

How much time between
the first and last shot?

According
to the surveillance video,

5.7 seconds.

Five shots, moving targets
with that spread?

Our guy's a hell of a shooter--
fast and accurate.

He hit all those targets

except the guy
that pissed him off?

The equipment guy?

That was the easiest shot,
and he didn't take it.

Maybe he ran out of time.

I don't think so.

He did exactly
what he said he would--

a demonstration
of what a sniper can do.

The clerk's alive
because Weitzen wanted

to show him
how skilled he was.

I spoke to one
of Weitzen's gun range buddies,

a Lieutenant Sclera.

He runs group therapy
for vets in Mansfield.

Some of his members
served with Weitzen.

Last time I saw Scot
was at Danny Macula's funeral

three days ago in Boston.

I tried to speak to him,

but he left before Mac
was even in the ground.

You served with Scot,
Lieutenant?

We overlapped.
I was here when he came back.

Put up a good front at first,

but I knew
what he was going through.

My wife wakes up at nights.
I'm sleeping on the floor.

I blow up at the kids.
I hear that.

Scot couldn't keep up
the good front?

It couldn't last.

Our unit's lost seven members
in the last three years.

Jake Ciliar and Danny Macula--
just four months apart.

I already told them
who you are,

but let me go in first.

You ever done
this group thing, Kenny?

A few times.
Not often enough.

I can't imagine this case
is easy for you.

I'll be okay, boss.

As a sniper, they train you
to make the rifle

an extension of yourself,

the scope an extension
of your eye,

the trigger an extension
of your fist,

so when they take away
your rifle,

it's like
you've been amputated.

I've been holding on to this,

to the rifle it represents,
but now I understand.

It's a phantom limb
I don't need anymore.

I can get past it.

Thank you, Ron.

I'm Agent Jess LaCroix.

I'm Agent Kenny Crosby.

And we're here to talk to you
about Scot Weitzen.

Look, we don't at all agree
with what Scot's done.

It hurts all of us,
but he's our brother.

We know where he's coming from.

I'm a vet too.

And I get what you're saying.

We wanna bring Scot in

before he hurts anyone else
or himself.

Anyone who's spoken to him
in the last couple of days

or knows his whereabouts,

you can talk to us
after the meeting.

The last time most of us
saw Scot was at Mac's funeral.

I don't remember
seeing him talk to anybody.

Mac's death
hit him pretty hard.

Why his death in particular?

Mac was wounded
during our last tour--

bedridden.

Scot visited him pretty much
every week in Quincy.

I'll tell you this
about Scot.

He trained me,

and the first thing
he taught me is,

a sniper has to stay invisible.

He won't contact nobody.

Okay,
we appreciate the input.

Just in case he reaches out
to any of you,

I'll leave some cards
with the lieutenant.

Okay, let's take a break.

You okay, brother?

I'm hanging in.
You?

Wouldn't hold your breath.

I wasn't planning on it.

Thank you.

Boss, they found his car.

Talk about methane emissions.

Would it hurt him to air out

his sleeping bag
once in a while?

Got an empty pill bottle.

No label--most likely
street meds.

"Mother of Sorrow
who held Jesus in your arms,

"inspire us to travel
without falter

along that road that leads
to true peace."

Scot found a few bumps
on that road.

Do you mind passing me that?

Talk about Murphy's Law.

The VA rescheduled Scot's
psych evaluation four days ago

due to a backlog
in insurance compensation.

VA--day late, dollar short.

When's it post stamped?
The day of the shooting.

Sent to his mother's place
in Stoughton.

Would've taken at least a day
to get there.

I remember bringing this in
from the mailbox.

I left it on the table.

Scottie must have sneaked in.
Maybe when I was at the store?

Have you noticed
anything else missing?

Well, I thought I had

a full loaf of bread
and maybe some bananas?

Why would he think
he'd have to sneak in

and steal food
from his own mother?

I don't know.

Is he angry at you,

or does he think
you're angry at him?

I told him to leave
three weeks ago.

Oh, God, forgive me.
I couldn't handle him.

If Scottie had lost an arm
or if he lost his legs,

I'd carry him.
I promise to God, I would.

But he lost something inside.

I didn't know how
to care for him--my own son.

What Scot did
isn't your fault, Mrs. Weitzen.

Cops swear up and down
they haven't left

their posts
since the shooting.

Say no way Weitzen
got past 'em.

Mrs. Weitzen, have you
been out back this morning?

No.

I found fresh tracks
in the mud.

Mrs. Weitzen,
come with me, please.

Along that tree line
there's a woodpile.

I saw two birds raised up.

Yep.

Damn.

Probably been
out here overnight

lying in his own urine.

Waiting for us.

He picked up his mail,
dumped off the car in Norton,

put the letter inside the house
to bring us back out here.

Then why didn't he shoot us?

He's showing us
how good he is.

And he is damn good.

He left mud tracks
so we knew he was here?

He's playing with us--

testing us to see
how good we are.

Let's not let him down.

Mother of Sorrow,
keep me on the road of peace.

Mother of Sorrow,
relieve me of my burden.

Mother of Sorrow, embrace me
with your love.

Mother of Sorrow,
keep me on the road of peace.

Aerial thermal imaging
came up with nothing.

Weitzen totally ghosted.

Those drones were up

20 minutes
after we found his nest.

You learn in sniper training
how to hide from thermal.

Weitzen could have soaked
a camo blanket

in a cool puddle
and gotten under it.

We underestimated him,
myself included.

Got the results

from the pill bottle
in his car.

Residue of bupropion--
an addictive anti-depressant

also known
as the poor man's cocaine.

Addictive.

We find
Weitzen's drug connection,

maybe we find him.

Symptoms of abuse--

dry mouth, insomnia,
aggressive behavior...

I think I met someone who might
know where Weitzen scores.

Hey, Lenn,
remember these guys?

They'd like to talk to you.

It's up to you, bud,
but it could help out Scot.

I appreciate how you checked me
earlier today.

Name's Kenny.

I was Af-state
before I fedded up.

12th infantry.
Same bags, same foxhole.

Same meds when I got back.

Same?
You?

A grunt?

No.

What--they trained you
to work in a squad?

To shoot?
Get shot?

Scope dopes like me
fought alone.

Not the same, grunt.

You and Scot were close?

We were good.

What I meant was,
I took the same meds

as Scot
when I got back--bupropion.

You?
Why do you say me?

Your knuckles.

You like to fight?
Punch a wall?

I know that anger.

Bupropion helps you
get on top of it, yeah?

Yeah, well, mileage may vary.

Look, I figure you and Scot
have the same supplier.

It could help us get to Scot
before he hurts himself.

You want me to snitch
on our connection.

Come on, man.

That guy's making money
off our wounds.

Let's see what you got in here.

Bupropion...

Oxy?

What are these?

Party favors?

We can make all this go away,
Mr. Palmer.

Corporal Palmer.
No.

All this disqualifies you

from pulling any rank
in my army.

What we're really interested
in, Mr. Palmer,

is a client of yours--
Scot Weitzen.

We suspect he's been

in touch with you
to refill a prescription.

Prescription?

Let me enlighten
you little errand boys.

Our government got people
like me and Cyclops addicted

to those little babies.

And those pills--
they are the antidote.

These pills are the antidote?
These ones right here?

These pills are the antidote?

How many
of our brothers and sisters

have reached the bottom
of those pill bottles

and then overdosed
on these, huh?

How many?

I've lost five friends
to these!

Kenny, sit down.

Sit down!

Scot Weitzen--how do you get
in touch with him?

Where do you meet him?

I am not snitching
on Cyclops.

You created him.
You deal with him.

Lawyer!

Get him out of here.

Come on.

I don't wanna keep having
to yank your chain!

Understand?

Yeah, boss.

Those breathing exercises
I showed you--

they helping at all?

Yeah, a little.
Give them a chance.

If they don't work,
we can try something else.

I tracked
Palmer's phone calls

and locations
the past four days.

There's just the one outlier--
a burner call yesterday

and then a drive
to South Brockton

to a self-storage place.

Stack left.

Stack right.

Pop it.
Go.

Watch out for traps.

Clear!

Clear right.
Clear!

Clear left.
He's got taste.

Talk about
sniper comfort food.

He's filled this place

with things
that make him feel safe:

guns, ammo, food, and God.

That about sums up my tour.

Have the surveillance video
pulled ASAP.

On it.

Shots fired!
Move to cover!

Shots fired!
Shots!

Fall back to cover!

Anybody see a POS?

He's gotta be on that hill
to the east!

See him?
No.

You have eyes?
Who has eyes?

I got no visual.
See him?

Anything?
Negative.

Anybody hit?
Okay over here.

I'm good!
Crosby?

Yeah, I'm good!
Team's good.

I think we're clear.

I want people
sweeping that hill now.

Lucky for us
he was off target.

It was a warning.
Stay alert.

Next time, no more games!

Hat's off, Lieutenant Weitzen.

He was over 1/2 mile away,
140 feet up.

Wind blowing sideways
at 18 knots and no spotter,

and he still made five shots
on the money.

He's just a man with a gun.

Don't let him
get under your skin.

Who's turned the tables
on the people hunting him,

namely us.

He'll make a mistake,
and when he does,

we'll be there.
He might save us the trouble.

Look at this.

This is from the storage place

an hour after the shooting
at the gun range.

Whatever he was looking at
saved his life.

The TV.

There was a TV hanging
on the wall.

Find out what was on it.

Mother of Sorrow, help me.

Five people are dead
at a gun range

in Cumberland, Rhode Island,

after a patron opened fire
on other customers.

Police have identified
the suspect as Scot Weitzen

of Stoughton, Massachusetts,
a decorated army sniper.

The 32-year-old veteran
was honorably discharged

from the service
two years ago.

That's what stopped him.
He saw himself.

Or maybe because
the whole world sees him now.

A man who was invisible
during his service--

And ignored
after his service

as just another damaged vet.

Despair
would have been building

as he watches his friends
suicide around him.

The shooting would've released
that pressure,

and now he's in no man's land,

hovering between destruction
and self-destruction.

Walking on the edge
of the knife

while that pressure
builds back up.

Would you like
to tell everyone

what that would be like
for Scot as a veteran?

Come on, boss.
They all know what it's like.

It's like this job.
Can't be the same.

I'd like to hear it
from you.

Yeah, me too.

In the field,
they train you--

They trained me to fight...

And also to be ready to die

to prepare me
to forget about dying.

I never quite could.

Whenever one
of my buddies was killed,

my anticipation built.

It was,
"okay, it's my turn now."

It was like
jumping into a pool

and waiting
for the cold water to hit.

My body clenched up...

But I never hit the water.

And that pressure
just kept on building.

And now, in the field,

you do all the things
that keep you safe.

You keep your buddies close,
your weapon, your armor...

and that helps
keep things manageable.

But out here in the real world,
you don't have that safety.

You have that training
about dying

and that pressure, anxiety.

If you don't know
how to deal with it,

it just turns into panic...

Or addiction...

Or five dead bodies
on the gun range.

It's Scot Weitzen.

He broke into
a visiting nurses agency

last night in Brookline.

The police report says he
rifled through patient files.

The only files missing
pertained to a Daniel Macula.

Macula?

That's the funeral Scot
attended before the shooting.

One of his battle buddies.

We couldn't get it
up the stairs to Danny's room,

so he spent the last year
of his life right here.

I'm very sorry
about your son, Mr. Macula.

Right.

I don't know what
to tell you about Scot.

They met on their first tour,
re-upped together.

They would say they were
each other's lucky charm.

Scot was looking
through medical files.

Maybe for someone to blame
for your son's death?

No, no, my son died
by his own hand.

Instead of taking
his painkillers,

he saved 'em
until he had enough--

Maybe Scot felt guilty.

For what?

He stopped coming around
about two weeks

before Danny died.

I thought maybe
he blamed himself

for Danny getting wounded,

or maybe he knew
what Danny was planning.

If you talked to him,
you think he'd listen to you?

I don't know.

He called me
just before Danny died,

but it wasn't
all warm and chatty.

What was it about?

He wanted this photo I took
of him and Danny.

It's the last photo
of the two of 'em together.

He had other pictures,

but he just had
to have this one.

Mother of Sorrow.
Mother of Sorrow.

Do you have the Macula file
for the nursing agency?

What are you looking for?
I'm looking for her.

The visiting nurse?
What about her?

Maybe he doesn't wanna just
be looked at, but looked after.

Christina Naylene--

she was Macula's nurse
for two years,

and then was reassigned
three weeks before he died.

She stopped visiting Macula,

and then a week later,
so did Scot?

Maybe Scot had a thing
for the nurse?

I don't think it's that.

I think he perceives her

as someone who can heal
and comfort him.

Someone who can save him.
A nurse.

That's what his instincts
are telling him,

and he's running on nothing
if not instinct.

That's his next move--
to find her.

I haven't heard from Scot,
and I doubt I will.

He avoided me
at Danny Macula's funeral.

Don't you think it's odd
he stopped visiting Danny

right after you did?

I'm sure that had nothing
to do with me.

Why did you
stop seeing Danny?

The VA,
in its infinite wisdom,

decided to reassign my agency
to another district.

They pulled you away
just like that?

They're surprised
Macula suicided?

It's easy to blame them,
but Danny

must have been hoarding pills
while he was still in my care.

It was my job
to notice, and I didn't.

You disapprove
of what Danny did

as a matter of faith?

Your cross.
Yes.

I know Danny
was in a lot of pain,

but he had a wife
and two children,

and he could have lived a life
filled with love and dignity.

And what about Scot?

If he did what Macula did,

five people
would still be alive.

I can't even consider that,

but Scot deserves a chance
at a good life

after all he has sacrificed
for us.

What every veteran
has sacrificed.

I have three more visits
to make today.

I hope that you'll show
a little mercy for Scot.

That'll be up to him.

In case you hear from him.

If Scot contacts her,
she'll be receptive.

He's unstable.
She'll be in danger.

Keep an eye on her.
Switch off with Clinton.

12 hours on, 12 hours off.

You got it, boss.

You're early.
Woke up early.

She's all yours.

Sierra One in position.

This is Sierra One,
subject is on the move.

That's a pretty doll.

It's a corn husk doll.

Tali made it
for the anniversary

of Angelyne's passing.

This is Sierra One.
Go ahead.

Subject is visiting
a house in Framingham.

Can you check
that appointment?

Copy that.

There is no appointment
on her schedule in Framingham.

Get the address.
What's your address?

That's right, Tina Naylene
stopped by this morning.

I wasn't expecting her.

VA gave us a new visiting nurse
about six months back.

What was she seeing you for?
Oh, it wasn't for me.

It was for my wife, Laura.
She was injured in Iraq.

Honey, these are FBI agents.

They're asking
about Tina's visit.

If you don't mind.
Uh, yeah, go ahead.

What was the purpose
of Tina's visit?

She said she was in the area
and she wanted to catch up.

She was my nurse
for over a year.

She was like a sister.

Something wrong?

Is there a problem?

No.

No.

You just reminded me
of somebody.

Um, what did Tina do
when she was here?

She checked my PT schedule,
what I was eating.

She checked my meds.

Anything specific
about your meds interest her?

She took back some meds
I stopped taking.

Like which ones?

Two packs of fluoxetine.

I stopped taking it
four months ago.

What were you taking it for?

When I started my recovery,
I suffered from depression.

They put me on bupropion.

I started abusing it,
and I got addicted.

She had them switch me
to fluoxetine.

Thanks to Tina,
I was able to kick the habit.

What did she do
with the fluoxetine pills?

Did she dispose of them here?

No, she just took 'em
with her.

If I can't see
a probable cause

to search
this nurse's house,

I sure as hell don't think
a judge will either.

There's only one reason
why she would drive

an hour out of her way
to pick up those drugs.

It's to help Scot Weitzen.

Only one?
I can think of ten.

I'm not wasting
my Friday night

trying to foist
this loser on a judge.

If you think Weitzen's
in that house,

wait him out.
Good night.

What a lawyer.

Wait him out?
It's a long weekend.

Tina's gonna be in that house
for three days with Scot.

He's unstable.
Who knows what'll happen?

It could turn
into a hostage situation.

Unless the lady invites us in
to arrest Scot,

we're not going in.

She might invite us in
if she turns on Scot.

I need
Lieutenant Macula's autopsy.

Good morning, ma'am.

I don't know if you
remember me, but I--

Yes, you're agent Crosby.
Yeah, that's right.

Kenny's my first name.
Can I come in?

Uh, it's a little messy
in there.

We can talk here.
Yeah, sure.

Look, I felt bad the other day
listening to you

blame yourself about
Lieutenant Macula's death.

It was my responsibility.
I should've been more vigilant.

I get that.

I served in Afghanistan,
and I struggle with PTSS...

And with guilt
for making it back

while some
of my buddies didn't.

I feel responsible
for the ones

who died here
by their own hand.

I pulled
Danny Macula's autopsy.

It wasn't painkillers.

What do you mean?
He committed suicide.

Yes, but not with painkillers.

He took something else.

It wasn't your fault,
and I just couldn't let you

carry that burden
around anymore.

Uh, have a good morning.

Doesn't make me feel any better
about lying to her.

She doesn't deserve

to beat herself up
over Macula's death.

That won't change.

She'll keep blaming herself
no matter what.

Kenny's right.

When somebody
you care about dies,

you second-guess
everything you did.

If you don't,
you probably never cared

about them in the first place.

That's her.

Agent LaCroix.
This is Tina Naylene.

Mr. LaCroix, I have made
a terrible mistake.

I just read the autopsy
of Danny Macula.

He died of an overdose
of bupropion.

That's Scot Weitzen's drug.

He must have given it
to Danny

to help him
take his own life.

Scot had no right to do that.
I agree.

Where's Scot now?

He slept in the basement.
He hasn't come up yet.

Okay, I want you to go
out the front door right now.

I am not leaving him alone.

I won't let you hurt him.

I'm staying right here,
and that is that.

All right,
listen to me carefully.

I want you
to unlock the front door,

and I want you to sit
in the front room

near a window
so that we can see you.

No matter what, don't move.
And don't warn Scot.

Understood?

Flash the door.

Clear immediate!

Right side is clear.

Clear left.

Suspect's MIA.

House is clear.
House is clear!

He's gone.

He might've snuck out
during the night.

You know where he might go?

I'm sorry, I--I thought
he was still here.

You're coming with us.

Jess, you better keep
everybody inside

until it's clear.

Ugh!

Get inside.

No visual!

Clinton, can you see him?

Negative.

I think he's possibly
in the trees.

He's using a suppressor.

You have a number for him?

Yes.
Yeah?

Dial the number
and give it to me.

Tina?

Scot,
this is agent Jess LaCroix.

Please don't hang up. You have us pinned down.

I see what you can do.

Everybody can see
what you can do, okay?

I'd just like to help you,

so let's talk--

Oh, come on, man,
stay with us.

He's bleeding out.
I gotta go get him.

That's what
Scot's waiting for.

Clinton, anything?
Negative.

His camo's too good.

Acoustics would help
to find him.

Hana, if I give you
the number to his cell phone,

can you turn
that phone's mic on

and patch it in
to Clinton's tac-com?

What's the number?

781-555-0189.

I can hear him breathe.

Kenny, no.

Kenny, no!

Agent out!
Agent out!

Come on.

Suspect down.
Target down!

He's down!

Oh!
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

You don't wanna see this.
Oh, my God!

You don't wanna see this.
What did I do?

I thought I could help him!
Tina, hey, listen to me.

You did what you
were trained to do, okay?

Don't ever stop helping people.

We need more people like you.

Hey, guys, will you take her?

Ma'am.

You're gonna be okay.

Her cooperation will mitigate
harboring Weitzen.

She'll be okay.
How 'bout you?

I think I need
to check back in with my group.

I think that's a good idea.

Boss, I'm sorry.

I just couldn't let him die
in front of me.

I know.
Don't stop being you, Kenny.

She sees you
and watches over you.

She's so proud of you.

I miss her so much.

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