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A...

- You having fun, sweetheart? - Yes.

Well, I hope you're doing better than me, baby. What are you making?

- A necklace for Mom. - Yeah? Let me see.

Another one?

Yes.

- Honey? - That's two today.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Honey?

Yeah?

You waiting for the help to get that?

I thought you and I were the help.

- Go wash up for dinner, pumpkinhead. - Okay.

Smells nice. Is that take-out?

Mommy, look.

No!

No! No! No!

No! No!

You can't fight fate.

We better get the fuck out of here. What are you doing? Come on.

God damn.

Oh, God!

- Fucking stop! Let's go! - Just shut the fuck up!

It's cool. Kids like me.

No! Run!

Nick.

Bringham, what's happening?

Willis is a rowing buddy of mine. Where are we on his kid's case?

- Willis? - Yeah.

- Oh, I kicked that down to June. - Now why did you do that?

Because the case was a dud.

The kid was only 15 years old when he committed the murder.

So you wouldn't want to jeopardize your 95% conviction rate.

- It's actually 96. - 96 now?

Yes. You got to keep the books better than that.

You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were gunning for my job.

You do know better,

and you know that I'm aiming much higher than that.

They filed a motion to dismiss,

but there's no way that Judge Abrams honors it.

I think that we can get him on RICO.

All that time and that's what you've come back with, Sarah?

You might want to reevaluate your research skills.

- What else have you got? - She's right.

Mr. Rice?

RICO's designed for this kind of thing.

Check out section 901 of the Organized Crime Control Act.

And you should let Sarah try this case too.

Mr. Rice, last I checked, I was running this room.

She's already done the legwork. I'll oversee it.

I mean, Helen Keller could try this case.

Okay, Boy Wonder.

She fucks up, it's on you.

Don't fuck up.

Cantrell wants to see you.

- All right. I'll be right there. - No. Nick.

He wants to see Nick.

You still torturing Bringham?

Let's just say I'm less impressed with his Harvard degree than he is.

- We can't all have gone to Fordham. - I went to Fordham night school.

You know what I learned in Fordham night school?

It's that law school's got nothing to do with law.

Guess you skipped the course on inter-office politics.

All I need is a jury to like me. Isn't that what you told me, Jonas?

The Shelton case. Where are we?

Went sideways last night. Judge Burch.

Bad news. What now?

Let's make the deal.

They killed a little girl, Nick.

It's an imperfect system.

And we, its imperfect servants. However, you could win this case.

No, can't take that chance.

Some justice is better than no justice at all.

You need to tell the husband.

Okay. That's part of my job.

Good, because he's waiting for you right now.

What?

Do you trust me?

Do you trust me, Clyde?

Yeah. Of course.

Darby has agreed to testify against Ames.

With Darby's testimony, Ames will go to death row.

What... What...

What about... What about Darby then?

Darby will plead guilty to murder.

- In what degree? - Third.

He serves what, five years? At best?

I don't understand. I'm sorry.

We had a setback, Clyde.

The judge ruled that the DNA was inadmissible.

- What? - Exclusionary rule.

The opposing counsel maneuvered it.

You said this part of the case was clear-cut.

- We had the blood on his shirt. - It's covered under the same rule.

What about the rest of the forensic evidence?

It's not conclusive, Clyde.

Okay. That's okay, because I saw, I saw their faces.

I saw them do it. I mean, they killed my little girl, Nick.

You blacked out, Clyde. Your testimony won't be reliable.

You get on the stand, and the defense will tear you apart.

The jury's going to believe me though, because it's the truth.

- We can... - We could lose,

and then we'd have nothing.

You would waste a whole year, spend millions of dollars,

and then both of them can end up going free.

Nick, both of them are guilty, especially Darby.

- You know that. - It's not what you know, Clyde.

It's what you can prove in court!

Please don't make a deal with this man. Please don't make a deal with this man.

- He's a monster. - Clyde, I'm sorry. The deal is done.

I'm sorry.

I made the deal.

What? How could you do that?

This is just how the justice system works.

Listen, I know you don't think it right now, but this is a victory for us.

Your office has certified this agreement?

Yes, Your Honor.

Mr. Reynolds? Any great insights to share with the court today?

No, Your Honor. No insights.

Good. Then I trust that we can move forward with Mr. Ames' trial,

unimpeded by continuances.

A trial date is imminent.

Yeah?

There's no cell phones in my courtroom, Mr. Rice.

- We've been over this... - I'm sorry.

And over this, over this.

I had some exigent business. I was...

Next time, it's mine.

- You married? - Excuse me?

Are you married?

Please fuck this up so I can destroy you.

I wish ill for no man, but Ames deserves to suffer for what he did.

I mean, you can't fight fate, right?

Nick.

Once you make a decision, live with it. Move on.

In this job, your best asset's a short memory.

- All right. - Don't beat yourself up.

Too many other people out there doing that already.

Look, there's some of them right now.

Isn't this where you tell me some type of old fable or wives' tale?

All right, all right, I got one.

Marcus Aurelius hired a servant to walk behind him

as he made his way through the Roman town square,

and this servant's only job

was to whisper in his ear when people praised him...

You're only a man. You're only a man.

- Okay, man? Okay, man. - Okay, man.

- That's some bullshit. - That's good.

I don't think you even know what that story means.

You're missing the point, Nick. It doesn't matter what they say.

Okay. I got this now.

All right, easy, easy.

All right, ladies and gentlemen, one at a time, one at a time.

So you'll be seeking the death penalty?

For Rupert Ames, we will be.

- And for Darby? - He has pled guilty to murder,

but he is a cooperating witness.

The DA's office has committed all of its resources

to ensure that justice will be served.

Did you make any kind of offer to Rupert Ames?

Do you truly feel this is a fair sentence to Darby?

I just wanted to say thanks for being in my corner.

It's nice when the system works, right?

Get away from me.

Come on, move!

Let's go.

- What happened? - What happened where?

What's wrong?

And you call my job boring.

- C minus? - Yes.

Well?

Okay, now you going to tell me what's wrong?

Can I talk to my daughter for a little bit?

Oh, please.

- No. - Please?

First of all, this is your father speaking.

- Yeah. She didn't know that. - You never know.

I want you to stay in there as long as you can

because there's a lot of crazy-ass people out here.

- Language! - Your mother's a hard-ass.

I'm right here.

And Daddy wants you to come out and be Daddy's little girl.

I want her to come out because she's on my bladder.

Anybody seen my phone?

Hey, have you seen my phone?

It's not strapped to your hand?

No, it's not strapped to my hand.

Daddy.

Not going to have some of my French toast?

French toast? You make French toast?

I can't have any of that. I'm running late.

Okay.

All right, here.

- That's good. You did this by yourself? - Thanks.

You're better than your mother.

I heard that.

- Smells good in here. Your lifeline. - Morning, Mommy.

Morning, baby. Give me a kiss.

You going to your daughter's recital this afternoon?

I thought you were going to order the DVDs.

The video's not the same, Nick.

Mom, it's okay. Dad's got to work. I know.

See? It's all right. Dad's got to work. And what is Dad doing today?

- Lock up bad guys. - And why does he do that?

To keep us safe.

Yeah, because he wants us to be safe.

- Baby, get your cello. - All right.

- Thank you so much. - You're welcome.

A little Julia Child.

You know she's ten years old, right?

- You know that? - I know that.

She doesn't understand why you're never around.

- This good guy bad guy stuff? - Don't do this.

- That's just talk to her. - Don't do this. Come on.

I can't come today.

You know, you have not been to one recital.

- How many has she had? - Enough.

Okay, well, we'll get the video,

we'll sit down, and we'll watch it together as a family.

I love you.

All right? Thank you for the toast.

- Love you. - Love you too.

- Bye. - Love you.

- So how's Chip? - It's Chester.

- What happened to Chip? I liked Chip. - There is no Chip.

And now there's no Chester. He kept calling.

Sarah, that's a good thing.

I know, but I kept canceling. My case load's crazy.

You know you don't have to go to this if you don't want to.

Yeah, I do. I...

What's it like?

No biggie. Like watching somebody fall asleep.

Except for the not waking up part?

- Does it bother you? - Not anymore.

Sarah, your legs are looking real good in those heels.

What are you doing, Reynolds?

Why are you here? Your DVD player broken?

Ames has no family. I felt like someone should be here for him.

You just getting a little press?

Breathe.

What I did, it was wrong.

I should have never been there.

But I swear to God, I didn't kill those people.

Wrong man's dying here today.

That's all.

Fuck!

Oh, God.

- Fuck! - Oh, God.

Okay. Take her... Take her out.

- What the hell is going on here? - I don't know.

Fuck!

What could have caused the unexpected reaction of the inmate?

- You okay? - Yeah.

So somebody kill the guy you were trying to kill? What are we calling this?

A clear violation of his 8th amendment rights...

- Cruel and unusual punishment. - Law school.

Yeah. The machine... How does it work on a good day?

It's designed to be pain-free.

There's three drugs administered in a specific order.

From this point on, we're operating under the assumption

that the machine was corrupted.

We're going to need a list of all the people who had access to that machine.

- My people would not do this. - I appreciate that, Warden,

but I'm going to need more than a hall pass and a note from Mom.

Detectives, we got something in the back of the machine.

- Check it out. - Let me see it.

Right there.

Can't fight fate.

What is it, Nick?

During the home invasion, Ames' accomplice said to one of the vics,

you can't fight fate.

And then he said the same thing to me in the courtroom. Prick.

I can't remember his name though.

Have a look at this. He your guy?

Clarence James Darby.

- He's a cutie. You got history with him? - Put him away.

Three years. That the going rate for murder these days?

There was extenuating circumstances.

The only extenuating circumstances should be he didn't do it.

Still, three years at Marion? Fucking gladiator academy.

You expect him to come back a model citizen?

Well, if you scholars wouldn't contaminate the crime scenes,

I could keep them locked up longer.

Authorities have refused to comment at this point,

but foul play cannot be ruled out.

The prisoner had been on death row for the past ten years.

His name was Rupert Ames.

All we know at this point

is what was supposed to be a painless execution

has turned into something out of a horror film.

Yeah?

Clarence Darby?

- And who's this? - That's strike three for you.

Coke on the table, bitch on the floor, life in prison.

Who the fuck is this?

Look out your window. South side.

Is this a joke?

Get up.

South side.

Motherfucker.

Shit.

Out of the way.

Spread out.

He's heading north. Go! Go!

- Damn. - Move it, move it! Go on!

What now?

Wipe your prints off the gun. Get rid of it.

No, no, no.

You fired six times, genius. You bring any ammunition? Lose it.

- Why are you doing this? - I want to keep you out of prison.

See the abandoned factories? Go toward them.

Why?

There's a cop car there with a cop in it.

- What the fuck? - I tasered him,

but he'll be waking up in another 90 seconds, so you'd better move.

Rise and fucking shine, bitch! Wake the fuck up!

Let's go! Start the fucking car!

- Okay, okay. Take it easy. - Do it!

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Let's go. Let's go.

Get it in gear, shithead! Now!

Do it! Go, go, go!

Get the fuck out.

Let's go.

Get the fuck down there.

Hey, what about my wife? My little girl?

I'll never see them again.

Fucked up, ain't it?

You don't mind if I take this, do you?

Got my guardian angel. I am impressed.

You know why I'll never see my wife and little girl again?

Because you took them from me.

You remember me?

Sure you do.

You came over to my house once before.

You don't remember?

This tetrodotoxin...

should be nicely into your system by now.

It's isolated from the liver of the Caribbean puffer fish,

so it paralyzes you,

but leaves all the other neurological functions perfectly intact.

In other words, you can't move...

but you feel everything.

It does absolutely nothing to blunt the pain.

And you're about to experience more of that

than you could ever fucking imagine.

These are tourniquets,

so you don't bleed out, because you may be here a while.

Saline solution. That should keep us going.

Clamps.

Nice and secure.

Comfortable?

You really are shaking.

Sure you're all right?

You'll love this.

Adrenaline.

Now, this is so you don't pass out.

There you 90. Does that feel good?

Good.

Now what we don't want is you swallowing your tongue,

so bear with me.

Now, this is for your penis, but we'll get to that later.

Scalpel.

For your eyelids,

in case you insist on fucking shutting them.

You see...

I know what it feels like to be helpless,

just like when I watched you slaughter my whole family.

You know you can't fight fate.

Right, Darby?

Oh, and look, I made this specially for you.

You like it? See, I didn't want you to miss anything.

Now you have the best view in the house.

You hear that?

Your heart is beating so fast.

Now, me too.

Look.

Now they get to watch you suffer.

They'll be the last thing you ever see,

as I cutoff every single one of your fucking limbs.

See, I wasn't lying when I told you that I wanted to keep you out of prison.

That was the truth.

Thanks for the car.

Okay, these are all the case files on Darby.

I vetted through what I could.

- We have crime scene photos... - Don't need to see them.

Okay.

- What's bothering you? - It's Darby.

All the crimes he's committed have one thing in common...

that was violence.

But yesterday, at that execution, that wasn't violence.

- That was... - What?

- That was intellect. - Okay.

- What are you thinking? - I don't know.

I'm just thinking maybe we shouldn't be looking for Darby.

Jesus Christ.

Rice.

Good news, counselor. We found Darby.

I got to say though, he's looked better.

They found him in about 25 pieces.

No legs, no arms, eyelids were sliced off. Gruesome.

- Shedding tears for Darby? - Not quite.

- I see your wheels turning. - Think motive. Who has one?

The husband, the father. What do we know about him?

He owned the warehouse where they found Darby.

What else?

He's a tinkerer. Little inventions, gizmos.

He holds two dozen patents that made him some money.

He liquidated most of his wealth a few years ago

to buy some industrial properties

around airports, chemical plants, rail yards.

- That doesn't add up. - No. It's weird, right?

Search them all, Sarah. See what you find.

Police!

- Get down! Get down! - On your knees!

Face down! Face down! Hold him down and cuff him.

The suspect's in custody.

The crazy ones scare the shit out of me.

Is this guy a lawyer?

No. He's an engineer.

Nick, look at this.

We have zero evidence. We're going to need a confession.

He give you any trouble on the way in?

No. Nothing.

He wasn't too happy when we took his bracelet though.

- Can I help you? - Package for the Rice family.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Mom, the video from my recital came. Can we watch it?

- Please? - No, not you.

No, Denise. We said we were going to wait for your father, remember?

- Please? - Not now.

Okay.

Yes.

Yes, absolutely.

Mommy!

Don't worry. He's just disarming the guy, letting him feel easy.

What I'm about to tell you I don't want anybody else to hear.

As a prosecutor, I'm breaking all the rules right now,

and I don't give a damn because I'm a father, I have a little girl.

And what you did? Bravo.

The world is better without Darby and Ames.

You're not going to see a tear shed from me or anybody in my office.

With that being said,

I have a job to do.

I'm going to ask you some very simple and direct questions.

I suggest that you answer them in the same fashion.

Is your name Clyde Alexander Shelton?

Yes, sir.

And you've waived your right to counsel, correct?

- Yes, sir. - You sure you want to do that?

Yes.

Did you murder Clarence Darby?

I wanted him dead.

He killed my wife and child.

Rupert Ames... Did you murder him as well?

Rupert Ames deserved to die.

They both deserved to die.

So you arranged both of those murders.

Yes, I planned it in my head.

Over and over again. It took me a long time.

All right. I guess we're done here.

Counselor.

You might want to cancel your 12:30 lunch with Judge Roberts.

Excuse me?

In fact, you might want to cancel the rest of the week

because you're going to be busy. Sit down.

We're done here. We have your confession.

Oh, you do?

On tape.

See, in our profession, we consider that a slam dunk.

Oh, really? I don't think so.

Let's think back. What did I say?

That I wanted to kill Clarence Darby?

Yeah, sure. What father wouldn't?

That both Darby and Ames deserved to die?

I think most people would agree with that.

That I planned it over and over again in my head? Yeah.

Who wouldn't fantasize about that?

None of these are an admission of guilt, Nick.

You might want to check the tape.

We know you did it.

Well, it's not what you know. It's what you can prove in court.

Didn't you tell me that once?

The only problem with your theory

is that Darby's body was found on your property.

One of my many properties. An old, abandoned warehouse, Nick.

Junkies, they trespass there all the time.

Isn't Darby involved in the drug trade?

That's an unsavory world. I bet you a jury would agree.

Or perhaps someone was trying to frame me.

You know, Clyde, there's a lot of assholes in prison

that thought they were smarter than me.

Let's stop fucking around.

Nick, unless you have any hard evidence,

then why are we even here?

- Why are we having this conversation? - What do you want?

Well, that's easy.

Now you're the one who makes deals with murderers, yeah?

So I've come to make mine.

I will give you a confession, a real confession.

You just have to give me something in return.

Yeah, well, since you are a murderer, what might that be?

A bed.

A nice bed.

I want a nice new one for my cell.

Rice.

You're gonna have to deal with that, because the one I have is lumpy, Nick.

It's making me crazy.

Clyde, I think you got me confused with the detail people.

See, I don't deal with prison conditions.

I believe those cots are bolted into the cells.

That's what wrenches are for, dumbass.

You know one of those new Duxiana beds with the adjustable, you know,

the adjustable lumbar support?

- That's the one... - I've seen the commercial.

- That's the one I want. - Those are nice.

Because really, Nick...

- Comes on late at night. - Frankly, I don't think...

- The two old people getting in bed... - I'm gonna be able to focus on much of anything

until I've had a good, revitalizing night's sleep

in my therapeutic Duxiana bed, so that's the deal.

You give me my bed,

you get your confession.

Okay. Let me think about that for a second.

How about...

Fuck no.

Hey. What are you doing?

- What do you mean, what am I doing? - Why did you tell him no?

A mattress?

He doesn't make those kinds of decisions.

Take your ego out of it, Nick.

Shelton's got a point. This case is shit.

We need a confession, and a mattress for a murder confession?

That's a pretty good deal.

- He's playing us, Jonas. - Well, then we will play him.

Nick. There's an urgent call from your office.

They say you're not answering your cell.

I need to finish up here, and then I will be home as soon as I can.

Listen to me... The things on this video, Nick...

I have never seen anything like it. Please, just come home.

Listen, you need to calm down. Tell her that it's not real.

- Okay. - And that I love her.

Come home soon, please?

Kelly, did you see his face?

No, it was covered with something. I couldn't see.

Okay, baby. Let me finish up here, and I'll come home as fast as I can, okay?

Okay.

This motherfucker sent a DVD to my house of him killing Darby.

- What? - My daughter saw it.

He recorded it? We've got him.

No, no. He had on a mask. We need that confession.

You still want to bargain with this man?

The art of the possible, warden.

Make the deal.

Back problems, warden. The worst.

You got bigger problems than that.

It's the have nots in here, son.

I don't know that I'd want to be the one have.

Turn around.

I don't think he likes me.

Nice bed.

Thank you. It's a single.

We can't put Clyde Shelton anywhere. Not in a job,

not in a city, not even the country, so I dug a little deeper,

and I found something from his missing years...

A couple of contract payments to Clyde from the Department of Defense.

And his real estate?

He bought nine properties under his own name,

then he transferred them to some corporation in Panama.

We can't get to the addresses. A lack of reciprocity is our problem,

so I'm going to circle back to the farm house.

That's a waste of time. He wanted us to find it and find him there.

It's the industrial stuff that's curious.

All right, I don't care what you have to do and who you have to piss off.

If we have to invade Panama again, fine.

Clyde is hiding those properties for a reason. Find them.

Got it.

Baby, you leave it cracked?

Yeah, I left it cracked.

- Nightlight? - Isn't she too old for a night light?

- Yeah. I left a night light. - Good.

Look, I told her that that video wasn't real.

- Okay. - Just some sort of horror film.

Something she shouldn't be looking at anyway.

- Okay, good. - She'll be okay.

Yeah. And you?

Am I what? Okay?

- Yeah. - Of course.

- Don't I look okay? - Yeah.

Nick is always okay.

Always. I'm extra-good.

In light of Mr. Shelton's economic means and his potential flight risk,

the egregious nature of both Mr. Ames' and Mr. Darby's deaths,

the state requests that bail be denied, Your Honor.

Seeing as how you've waived your right to counsel, Mr. Shelton,

do you have anything to say? Mr. Shelton?

Do you have anything that you'd like to say?

Yes, yes, yes, Your Honor. Should I stand?

Please.

Your Honor, I'm a law-abiding citizen. I'm just a regular guy.

I am not a flight risk.

And this is my first alleged offense,

and the prosecution has not presented one single piece of evidence against me.

Now, in these circumstances,

unless the state has obtained some new piece of information

relating to my involvement in the matter in question,

then I find it highly prejudicial, even constitutionally offensive,

to keep me detained without bail.

It's a slippery slope, Your Honor.

Haven't we seen the result of such violations,

both internationally and domestically?

Case in point would be Day v. McDonagh, docket number 041325.

I am actually inclined to agree with you, Mr. Shelton.

Your Honor, Mr. Shelton has agreed to give us a full confession.

Has he given it, Mr. Rice?

No, Your Honor.

Well, then in my opinion,

the state has failed to establish a compelling basis for its motion,

and I will grant bail in the amount of...

Your Honor, I would caution you not to do that.

Thank you.

Excuse me?

No, I don't think I will excuse you.

You see, this is what I'm talking about.

You were about to let me go. Are you kidding me?

This is why we're here in the first place.

You think I don't remember who you are, lady?

I would tread carefully, Mr. Shelton.

Well, how carefully should I tread?

Because apparently, I just killed two people,

and you were about to let me walk right out that door.

How misguided are you?

I feed you a couple of bullshit legal precedents,

and there you go, you jump on it like a bitch in heat.

You all hang out in the same little club.

I'm warning you, Mr. Shelton, you will be held in contempt of this court.

And every day, you let madmen and murderers back on the street.

You're too busy treating the law like it's a fucking assembly line.

- One more time. - Do you have any idea what justice is?

- You are now in contempt of court. - Whatever happened to right?

- Remove this man. - Whatever happened to right and wrong?

Whatever happened to the people?

Bail denied.

- Whatever happened to justice? - Bail denied.

And I bet you take it up the fucking ass.

- Bitch. - Bailiff.

Hey, see you later, Nick.

Insanity?

That's what you're building your defense on? Insanity?

Nick, I told you I would give you a confession,

and I meant it.

I saw a movie today.

- You did? - My daughter saw the same movie.

Well, you taught your daughter about good versus evil.

I don't have to.

Well, that's what this movie was about...

Good conquering evil,

the righteous prospering, the wicked suffering.

I didn't get that.

I'm going to give you one more chance, Clyde.

And don't test me, because I will run you over.

Fair enough.

You did get me my bed. A deal's a deal.

That was you on video killing Clarence Darby, wasn't it?

Yes, that was me.

Okay, fair enough.

That was me, Clyde Shelton, on the video, killing Clarence Darby.

Not good enough, Clyde. I need specifics.

I took his fingers with bolt cutters,

his toes with tin snips,

his balls with a hacksaw,

and his penis with a box cutter.

How's that for specifics?

And Ames?

Switching the cannisters was easy.

Everything's automated these days,

so I just hacked into the shipping company's server

and swapped a few numbers around so the package came to me.

Then I switched the potassium chloride

with something a little more...

deliberate.

Well, I'm tired of hearing your bullshit.

I got everything I need.

What now?

I go home. You go to prison.

You know, the righteous prospering, the wicked suffering.

That will make you feel better about the system.

What if I had another confession to make?

Call a priest.

But another confession would mean another deal, Nick,

so you would have to give me something in return.

You ever been to Del Frisco's? They cater.

So for lunch, I would love a 20-ounce porterhouse steak.

Medium, maybe a little bit charred...

with all the trimmings.

Pommes frites. Asparagus. Butter squash.

Fuck you and your pommes frites.

I tell you what.

Can I have my iPod as well?

I'd love a little bit of music with my meal.

First rule of negotiating, Clyde...

you got to have something to bargain with.

Would the life of Bill Reynolds suffice?

Open it.

Who the fuck is Bill Reynolds?

Darby's attorney.

Tell me you located him.

I've got his wife. She reported him missing three days ago.

Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.

It looks like I got something to bargain with after all, Nick.

At the moment, Bill Reynolds is still alive.

I'll tell you exactly where he is.

Just bring me my meal and my music at 1:00 exactly.

1:00 sharp.

One o'clock, Nick.

Hold it right there.

All right, Duke. Up.

It's five to 1:00.

I don't take orders from him or you,

and inmates don't have access to the time.

We tell them what time it is.

I don't care if he has a Rolex or not.

We need to stick to the time line that was agreed to.

Fuck him, Nick. Let him wait.

Christ, he sawed a guy's dick off.

Whether you like it or not, we are on his time.

Check it again.

Where's mine, motherfucker?

Where's my fucking fried food at?

- Come on, I'm fuckin' hungry! - What the motherfuck is this shit?

Steamed asparagus.

Muenster macaroni and cheese.

Porterhouse steak, seared, medium-rare.

Napkin, Nick.

Napkin.

Oh, excuse me. Waiter?

You might want to put 30% down for yourself, my man.

- Hey, what time is it? - It's 1:00.

Is that right, Nick?

It's 1:08.

Well, that's disappointing, warden.

I mean, how can you expect me not to fuck with you

when you can't even be honest with me?

But late or not, Clyde, you have what you asked for. Now where's Reynolds?

Can I have some silverware, gentlemen?

Si...

You get a spork.

Idiot.

Thanks.

Come on, Clyde.

Okay. Here we go.

39 degrees, 57 minutes, 4 seconds north.

75 degrees, 10 minutes, 22 seconds west.

You better hurry, Nick,

because by anybody's watch but the warden's, you're already late.

- Open the door. - Where's my food, motherfucker?

I'll send ground units.

So I suppose if I don't share this with you, you're gonna...

I'm gonna get the fuck up,

I'm gonna conk back my right hand,

and I'm gonna split your whole fucking skull in two. How about that?

Come on over here, join me. There's plenty to go around.

Here. Enjoy. Have some pasta.

Good.

What about some steak? You like steak?

Yeah. Give me some steak.

I got a big piece for you.

There you go. How's that?

Good, huh?

What'd you do to get in here anyways?

I did what I had to do.

So you got a girl or something?

It's a long story.

- Pilot, how much longer? - ETA, two minutes.

How about you? You have a girl?

I got a few broads back home.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

You don't have a boyfriend in here though, no?

Get the fuck out of here.

It's his. It's Reynolds'.

- Not a good sign, Nick. - Just dig.

- Jesus Christ. - Reynolds!

- He's unconscious. - Reynolds!

He's gone, Nick. He's gone.

Oxygen.

Get something to get him out.

He got IV lines going to his... He's got him cuffed.

Listen, you got your keys to your cuffs?

That's it.

Oh, Gripes.

Your lucky day, huh? You got some food.

Here, want to take a shot at this?

- Oh, yeah. - You know how to use it?

Shit, check this out.

Knock it off!

I need a shower, warden.

Get him out of there.

Dunnigan, what time do you have?

1:37.

Took us roughly 15 minutes to get here.

Yeah?

Reynolds' air was rigged to shutoff at 1:15.

If Shelton would have got his lunch on time, he'd still be alive.

Fuck this guy, Nick.

He wants to play games, we can play games too.

We need to take the gloves off.

No.

Hey, Nick, it's Sarah. Listen, Clyde murdered his cellmate.

The warden is furious. He's moving him to solitary.

That's all I know right now.

We found Reynolds.

Moments too late, from what I hear.

I had to call his wife and tell her that her husband had been buried alive.

Justice should be harsh, Nick,

but especially for those who denied it to others.

And your cellmate? What was that about?

You murdered a man because your lunch was late.

No.

No, you murdered him, because you couldn't keep your word.

We made a deal, you and I, 1:00 p.m.

Now that's a pretty important principle I'd like you to start learning...

- Keeping your word. - Oh, really?

What principle was at work when you tortured and killed those people?

That everyone must be held accountable for their actions.

You think your wife and daughter would feel good

about you killing in their name?

My wife and daughter can't feel anything.

They're dead.

Hey, Nick, Clyde's real estate judge, Stansfield, shut us down.

He's looking for some sort of legal precedent

- that I'm not sure exists. - But?

But I think I may have found a way around it.

I'm going to call in a favor from a friend.

Who's your friend?

You don't name your friends, or they stop doing you favors.

- Something else Cantrell said? - No. That was all you.

Jonas, hi.

She's thinking just like you, Nick. Guess you trained her well.

One day she'll have my job.

Let's get some air.

Clyde's government contract payments were bothering me,

so I pulled some ancient strings.

- We're meeting someone. - Who might that be?

Someone who does some really nasty shit

so we can live the American dream.

So Clyde finally lost it?

Somebody must have really pissed him off.

You worked with Shelton. Is that right?

Okay, first of all, I was never here, and we never spoke.

Tell us what we're dealing with. Shelton was a spy or...

Spies are a dime a dozen.

I'm a spy. Clyde is a brain.

He's a think tank-type guy.

His specialty was low-impact kinetic operations.

That's a hell of a fancy way to say that he kills people.

We kill people. He figured out how to do it without ever being in the same room.

It was his gift, and he was the best.

One time, we're tasking this tricky target.

I mean, we're using cruise missiles and predators.

We even had a B-2 bomber flying this guy's villa with J-DAM.

All right? We're burning up millions in ordnance,

and we're getting nowhere with this guy.

So we call Clyde, and we ask him to solve our problem.

Clyde develops a Kevlar thread

with a high-tech ratchet made of carbon fiber.

Put it in a necktie. Two days later, Mrs. Bad Guy comes home,

finds Mr. Bad Guy dead on the bathroom tile...

choked to death.

What I'm saying is just assume

that this guy can hear and see everything that you're doing.

No, we got him locked away. Maximum security.

If he's in jail, it's because he wants to be in jail.

He's a born tactician. Every move that he makes,

it means something.

That cellmate that he killed? You think that was random?

No. That's a pawn being moved off the board.

If I were you, I'd be looking for the next piece.

Anybody who had anything to do with that case,

he's going to be coming after you.

So what are you saying? You saying we can't stop him?

Walk into his cell and put a bullet in his head.

Aside from that, no. You can't stop him.

If Clyde wants you dead, you're dead.

- Hello. - Sarah? Sarah, it's Nick.

Set up a meeting with Judge Burch. We need her to help us keep Clyde on ice.

Help us with what, Nick? The man's in prison.

It's worse than we thought. Chester's your boyfriend, right?

Chester.

- Yeah. - Good.

Maybe stay a few days at his place.

And have Dunnigan send a patrol car to my house.

Sorry about this, Sarah.

I can't supersede the penal code.

You've already got him in solitary.

A half-decent paralegal will have him out of there by next week.

We just want to limit his options, give him less contact, less access,

even if it's just rescinding his mandatory exercise period for a week.

- Under what cause? - Whatever cause you want.

Wrap it around whatever piece of legal doctrine

that helps you rationalize it, Your Honor.

So let me get this straight...

You want me to violate his God-given civil rights

in the name of some murky sense of the greater good.

Is that the gist of it, gentlemen?

Okay. I'm game.

Just don't plan on it sticking for long. All right?

Wait, are you going to take that?

After all the grief you've given me over cell phones?

Well, that's one of the benefits of being a judge, Mr. Rice.

I can pretty much do whatever I want.

Hello?

Oh, my God.

Back out, back out.

So you're killing judges now.

In my experience, Nick,

lessons not learned in blood are soon forgotten.

And vengeance keeps you warm at night.

Vengeance?

That's what you think this is about? Vengeance?

- What else could it be? - No, Nick.

I had 10 years for vengeance, if that's what I wanted.

You don't think that I watch you go to work every morning at 8 a.m.,

or that I watch Kelly take Denise to school, 8:15?

No, I could have slaughtered you or your family any time I wanted, Nick.

You even think about touching my family...

You even think about touching my family...

I do my job.

I'm the best at it. It works.

You were doing your job the way that best served you, Nick.

The way that best served you.

That has to change.

What do you want, Clyde?

You at war with the whole world? It's not going to bring anybody back.

No, I'm at war with this.

This... This broken thing.

This thing that brought you and I together.

This broken thing works for people that are sane.

You think doing what you're doing is going to change anything?

You and whoever else you have helping you are going to pay.

I don't think you have any idea who's helping me or what I'm doing.

It's a matter of time.

See, you see the bodies. You see the smoke.

But the larger picture still eludes you.

Do tell.

I would like to...

but I would rather show you.

I still have faith in you, so I'm going to give you one last chance.

Here's the deal.

Release me and drop all charges by 6 a.m.

- 6 a.m., Nick. - Or what?

Or I kill everyone.

Hello.

Yeah, Sarah. He has to have an accomplice.

Probably somebody inside the prison.

We have to go through all the prison's files to find some sort of connection.

Do you want the files brought to the office?

No, there isn't time. Get everybody together and bring them to the prison.

We're moving in.

Stop looking at your watch.

Anything from your friend?

This treaty with Panama is a mess.

We can't access anything about specific property holdings,

but my friend found this tiny loophole

that grants us access to Clyde's corporate expenses.

Does that help?

So we match sale prices of industrial property sold in Philly

up against purchases made by his corporation.

Okay. I got it.

Hey, Nick, can I ask you something?

Would you do it the same way now? Would you still cut a deal for Darby?

This is the job, Sarah. We have to make choices.

But did you make the right choice?

We made the right choice, right?

I don't know.

I'm 35, Nick, and there are things...

there are possibilities that I'm not going to have now.

And it's okay.

I know it's part of the deal.

And don't get me wrong, I love working for you.

But I just want to make sure that I gave up those things

for more than just a high conviction rate.

All right. All right.

Let's just get focused here.

This guy's not God. He's not the all-powerful.

He's just well prepared. We need to be equally well prepared.

Take a couple of hours. Go home.

Come back and we'll get a fresh start, okay?

Hey, Nick, get some rest.

Give Chester my regards. When do I get to meet him?

Oh, he's not ready for that.

Night, Jonas.

I don't know how this was going to turn out, Nick.

We're going to stop him. That's how it's going to turn out.

Sarah.

- Sarah. - Ma...

In the past 48 hours,

six officials from the Justice Department have been killed

in a series of vicious and premeditated attacks.

This marks the first time in the history of the United States

where government officials have been, by all appearances,

systematically murdered.

We'll continue to follow this story and bring you up-to-the-minute...

Nick, I'm sorry to have to do this now, but we got something here.

We found this right outside the wall.

Radio beacon.

He sent an arming signal to the car bombs when they went through the gate.

Security said they checked every car before anyone got in.

They didn't check the gas tanks.

Very clever where he put them. Real precise stuff too.

Could have taken out a lot more if he wanted to.

What about Nick's car?

That's the weird thing. It's clean. Hadn't been touched.

I got to go.

Jesus Christ.

You see, we can't allow this.

- I know that. - Watch your back.

- Privacy, please. - Thank you.

So let me get this straight.

Not only do we know who did it,

we have him locked up and he's still killing people?

You boys sure fucked this one up.

The press is going to kill us.

Can someone explain this to me?

We can't yet.

How did this get away from you, Jonas?

It's complicated, April.

He's very smart. He's very angry.

We assume he has an accomplice helping him on the outside.

I'm not having this conversation.

I don't care how smart he is or who's helping him.

Release a statement saying we have suspects, we're following leads.

- Nothing alarming. - Mayor, you have my word.

We are going to stop this guy. He's not going to hurt anybody else.

I'm assigning security to each of you from now on.

Get this situation under control, gentlemen.

No phone calls, no credit cards, no computers.

Just cash.

Daddy, are you coming?

Oh, yeah. Of course. Of course I am.

You better, Nick.

- We need to go. - I love you. Come on, baby.

- Love you, Daddy. - Love you too.

Nick, phone lines are clear.

No bugs. Nothing's been tampered with. You're good.

Should have taken my deal.

Bitch. Six fucking innocent people.

Is that how you want to play this?

It's okay. It's okay, Nick.

I know you're angry.

That's good. That's what it takes. That's how it has to be.

What if I said you was right and I was wrong?

What if I had said, let's take him to trial, huh?

Then I would say you're making progress.

And we might have lost!

And Ames and Darby would both go free. Don't you get that?

Fuck.

You didn't care, Nick. You didn't even try.

You could've walked out of that courtroom with your head held high.

I could have lived with that, Nick.

I keep my head up. And you will end this.

I'm just getting warmed up.

This is von Clausewitz shit. Total fucking war.

I'm going to pull the whole thing down.

I'm going to bring the whole fucking diseased,

corrupt temple down on your head.

It's gonna be biblical.

Jesus, Nick, she was a good kid.

Did we bring this all on ourselves?

Absolutely not.

You don't actually believe that, do you?

All right, gentlemen.

Sorry, but we need to get going if we're going to make it to the press conference.

Everybody stay sharp.

We're on the move.

- We all right? - It's dead.

Electrical system's fried.

Garza, what's going on back there?

Dunnigan, tell them to get Jonas away from here.

What the fuck is that?

Get down, get down!

Jonas!

- Jonas! Jonas! - No, Nick! Get back!

Jonas! Get your hands off me!

Jonas! Get out of the car! Jonas! Get off of me!

Please, listen to me.

Jonas!

Jonas...

I told you to handle this. You didn't.

Now we have a jailed psychopath

who's managed to bring this entire city to its knees.

One of my friends was just murdered.

More than one of my friends is gone, Mayor. I...

What I should do is fire you. Right now.

I resign.

- Is that your real answer? - I think that's best.

No.

I'm not going to allow that to happen. Bring me the Bible.

I'm not going to let some criminal decide

whether Philadelphia has a DA or not.

As of now, you're acting district attorney.

We'll have a formal swearing in later.

For now, this will suffice. Stand up.

Put your left hand on the Bible. Raise your right hand.

Repeat after me.

- I, Nicholas Rice... - I, Nicholas Rice...

- do solemnly swear... - do solemnly swear...

- that I will support... - that I will support...

- obey... - obey...

and defend the Constitution of the United States...

and defend the Constitution of the United States...

and the Constitution of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania.

People aren't going to work. Kids aren't going to school.

They're scared, and I don't blame them.

So I'm implementing the emergency provision of the Philadelphia code.

We're going to lock this city down.

Starting now, no one moves in this city unrestricted.

I want a show of force for the public...

Uniforms, detectives, 12-hour shifts.

Put an armed cop on every corner.

If you have to give shotguns to the meter maids, do it.

There should be no doubt in people's minds

that this city's secure and under our control.

Okay, Clyde. I get it.

Listen, that contraption that killed Cantrell...

It was a weaponized bomb disposal robot. Can you believe that?

Damn thing had video, night vision, you name it.

It fired military API, for Christ's sakes.

That's anti-tank rounds, Nick.

I think he's saving you for last.

Nick, I'm serious.

I appreciate the insight.

Nick, we got to get in front of this guy

if you want to stay alive.

I may have a way.

Something a friend is helping me out with.

Who's your friend?

A friend named Chester. I'll call you back.

Thank you, Sarah.

It's Nick.

Give me the real estate listing of every industrial property

sold here in the last ten years.

Motherfucker!

You're kidding me, right?

You're saying Clyde owns this place?

- Something about it sticks out, right? - Yeah.

Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?

What about his civil rights?

Fuck his civil rights.

Yes. Yeah.

- There's got to be something in here. - Yeah.

Remember this? From outside the house?

- Yeah. - Get that right there.

Un-fucking-believable.

Look at this.

Watch your step.

This guy tunneled into prison?

Oh, Shit.

Fuck. Semtex.

He's got police uniforms. Other disguises.

He tunneled into every cell.

Over here.

Shit.

He wanted to be transferred to solitary.

Surprise, motherfucker.

He's not here.

If he's not there, then where is he?

- Nomos, what happened to your eye? - Oh, long story.

Stop right there, sir. Let me see your ID, please.

- Yeah, sure. - Thank you.

Turn around, sir. Extend your arms.

- Something going on tonight? - The Mayor.

The Mayor.

Look at this.

He tapped into the prison cameras.

Jesus, he's got cameras everywhere.

Von Clausewitz.

Look at that.

He's at City Hall.

You're free to go, sir.

- Sorry for the inconvenience, sir. - No, don't worry about it.

Better be safe than sorry, right?

Get ready to evacuate the building.

We're going to need a tactical unit and a bomb squad.

Bad idea. Have them come in soft.

If Shelton spots them or any of us, we're fucked.

Hey.

- Where's the tactical team? - En route.

- They're coming in soft, no sirens. - Bomb squad?

- You're looking at it. - Right.

Okay, we take the north stairs, you take the west. We'll call.

IDs, please.

He's the fucking DA.

Good for him. IDs, please.

- What's going on in here tonight? - Security meeting with all the brass.

- What floor? - Sixth floor, Caucus Room.

- What floor is this? - That's the fifth floor, sir.

Directly below the Caucus Room.

We catch this motherfucker red-handed, we got to take him alive.

Where is he?

What the fuck are we looking for?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Right there.

Stand back. Don't touch anything.

Wasn't exactly my first instinct.

May I see your ID, please?

Clear.

All good. All right, next car, move forward.

Not what I...

That's napalm, basically.

This shit will take out the entire floor and the one above us.

Looks like it's... Looks like it's triggered by this cell phone here.

What, so an incoming call arms it?

Yeah. Maybe 30 seconds till boom time.

Jesus.

Dunnigan, what are you doing?

- I'm calling the Mayor's security. - We can't. Clyde is watching.

He sees them evacuating, he will detonate this thing.

We don't tell the Mayor anything.

So what do we do?

Wait a second.

We got something.

He's pulling up.

Thank you for coming in on short notice.

I have one simple question.

Why is Clyde Shelton still in my city?

Now, I refuse to believe

that one man is smarter than Homeland Security,

the FBI, the Sheriffs Department, or Philly P.D.

I don't care how we do it

or what kind of obscure legal justification

we have to invoke, gentlemen.

I don't care what laws we have to bend.

I am sure that there is a provision of the Homeland Security Act

that we can activate.

Just get him out of here by tomorrow.

Clyde.

Nick.

I wasn't expecting company.

Yeah, I would have... I would've cleaned up a little.

Never seen anybody tunnel into prison before.

And the solitary confinement was clever.

Well, that's how winners play.

We convince the other guy he's making all the right moves.

So did you ever catch my accomplice?

Yeah, I did.

It's the end of the road for him now.

You played us, Clyde. You played us real good.

Thank you.

You know, I'm glad you finally get to appreciate

some of the effort that I've put into all of this.

Well, you set out to make a point, Clyde. You made it.

No. People still don't get it.

They don't appreciate what I'm trying to say, Nick,

but they will soon enough.

A man I cared about once told me

that we can't retract the decisions that we've made.

We can only affect the decisions we're going to make from here.

What, are you trying to save me now, Nick?

I'm giving you a way out. Big difference.

Stand up for those principles you've been preaching.

See, we're all held accountable, Clyde. That includes you.

Why don't we do the right thing here?

I'm doing the right thing, Nick.

You just have to see it that way.

By murdering all those people?

All you're doing is destroying the memory of your daughter

and causing the same pain that you're suffering from.

So what do you suggest, Nick?

Make another deal?

One final offer? Is that what it is?

I don't make deals with murderers anymore, Clyde.

You taught me that.

Finally.

Finally.

Well done. Bravo.

Maybe I wasn't such a bad teacher after all.

If you go through with this, Clyde,

it's a decision you'll have to live with for the rest of your life.

I'm sorry, Nick.

Me too.

Like I said, Clyde, it's a decision

you'll have to live with for the rest of your life.

Which I figure by now is about 25 more seconds.