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911. What is your emergency?

I'm tired of the way things are
as opposed to the way they should be.

Is this an emergency?
Where are you located?

That really doesn't matter,
so hear me out.

- Can we have your name, please?
- Of course.

Common Denominator,
your man on the street.

Now, don't ask another question,
or I will be obliged to do bad.

And doing bad, you would have to
assume the responsibility. No interruptions.

Natural selection.

Natural selection.

Born to win.

Born to lose.

Born to die.

Three situations that make up
everything in the world.

No interference is necessary.

But interference happens.

People interfere with an important task...

Important task.

...I enjoy doing.

I don't believe people
are not good by nature, not at all.

So, if you remove the authority,
the police,

then you'll see life as God intended it to be.

- A world of pandemonium.
- Pandemonium.

Pandemonium.

Without police,
the weak and diseased would be gone.

Streets red with blood,

the way nature intended it to be.

There will be another body found tonight.

Thank you for your time.

April fools, right?

You're kidding, right?

You've picked a very fine diamond,
Mr. Malloy.

I'll tell you what,
throw in a car and I'll take it.

Throw in a hand, I'll take it.

Perhaps a lesser gem
would be more appropriate?

Nah, it's perfect.

- Go! Go! Go! Go!
- Come on, Jake! Jake! Drink!

Damn!

Christ.

What's up, Malloy?
You're losing your touch.

He'll get you in the rematch.
Don't you worry, buddy.

No, no, no. No way. Listen,

I got plans tonight
and they don't include you guys, all right?

I'm gonna get killed
if I don't get out of here.

What's your problem?
She's gonna be pissed anyway.

One more round ain't gonna make
a rat's ass difference tonight.

Really?

Excuse me, I forgot I was dealing with
the stable-relationship brain trust here.

You guys ever heard of
quitting while you're ahead?

We got a little drinking problem
in this area over here.

Abso-fucking-lutely.
Give this guy another pop.

Speaking of problems, you Feds any closer
to nailing that son of a bitch?

What do you wanna hear? All right, fine,
I got him all gift-wrapped out in the trunk.

- We're getting close.
- Yeah. That's bullshit.

- No, we're getting close.
- I hope so.

Tucker was my friend. He didn't deserve that.

No cop does.

This guy's putting bodies on display
like they're trophies.

Son of a bitch knows we're the ones
who have to look at them, that's why.

Look, I'd love to tell you we got this guy
ready for a toe tag and a slab.

I'd love to tell you that.

But we're dealing with
a whole different kind of street logic here.

All right? It's a whole different breed.
There's no repeatable patterns.

There's no identifiable method.

He's targeting cops, different precincts,
different times. Every site's clean.

But he's gonna fuck up, they all do,
and when he does, we'll nail him.

Come on, Malloy. We've had nine dead cops
inside of six months.

If this was nine dead Feds
we were talking about,

yeah, that would be
a different goddamn story.

A different story?

You really think I give a shit
what kind of badge a man wears?

You really think that?

I think you're feeling guilty because you
and your Fed friends are dropping the ball.

Isn't that it?

What happened to you, Malloy?

You used to be one of us
before you became a Fed.

Ease up, we're all on the same team here.

Yeah, ease up.

You finished?

Yeah, everyone here knows I'm an asshole.

- You got that right.
- You are an asshole.

- Everyone knows that.
- Hallelujah.

That's a fact of life.

Bring these guys anything they want, please.
Just keep their mouths full.

Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.

You wanna tell me
why you were late for dinner?

- Ha, ha, ha. Very funny.
- Got an excuse?

Sorry.

- How was Donovan's?
- How do you know I was at Donovan's?

- 'Cause I called.
- No, you didn't.

No, I didn't.

- That was my imitation of your ex-wife.
- Ouch!

Come on, don't go there.

What happened to our date?

These guys are going through a bad time,
so I was just talking with them a little bit.

You know, it's always gonna be something.

If it's not this,
it's gonna always be something else, Mary.

What is this? The beginning of
a you're-just-too-good-for-me speech?

- Is that what this is?
- Stop busting me already.

Lucky for you, I've been out there
checking out the competition,

and the pickings are pretty damn slim,

so I was thinking,
"What the hell? Why not stay with me?"

- Are you trying to tell me something, huh?
- Maybe. Maybe not.

I have a surprise. I got this great surprise,
but it's gonna have to keep for a while.

I'm gonna give it to you,
but I wanna have a clear head when I do.

Whatever happened to roses?

Roses? Obviously,
you haven't been reading Cosmopolitan.

Yeah, obviously.

Because romantically speaking,
roses are totally obsolete,

and monkeys are the new language of love.

I didn't know that.

Well, if that's the case,

why don't you and your little friend
come to bed?

I think we just got lucky.

Forget it. I work alone.

I could have made it myself, you know.

Yeah, yeah,
and you would have gotten another DUI, too.

Hey, Jimmy,
are you gonna tuck me in? Christ.

Jimmy?

Fuck. Jesus.

Little fuck!

All right, listen, they're outside.

What the hell is this?
A treasure hunt?

Everybody make sure
you step on every damn thing you can.

You see anything you want,
just take it on home.

- Friend of yours?
- Yeah, longtime.

I can't find any sign of gunpowder tattooing.

The shooter was most likely
several feet back.

He was in whispering distance.

See the starburst splitting
of the skin here, Doc?

Gun was pressed directly against the head.
The killer wanted him to feel the barrel.

Nine dead cops inside of six months.

If this was nine dead Feds
we were talking about,

yeah, that would be
a different goddamn story.

Let's cut him down.

How long do you plan
to have him hang there?

I don't think Junior here
is finished analyzing the body.

What do you think you're gonna find?

We haven't been able to find anything yet.
What do you think you're gonna find?

And why don't you get that club
out of his throat?

- He's a cop, for Christ's sake.
- Let me handle it.

- He's a cop.
- Let me handle this, okay?

Fine.

- Hello?
- Let me speak with Agent Malloy.

It's for you.

Thanks.

It's Malloy.

You and your friend were out late last night.

Who is this?

Tell me, Malloy,
what do you see in that dead cop's eyes?

Do you see recrimination?
Because it's your fault.

Who is this?

They've all gone to their resting place
because of you.

What are you talking about?

We'll get to that, but first things first.

You know, she's got a lovely place here.
Nice neighborhood.

It almost looked safe, until now.

You really should have stayed home
and played house, Malloy,

instead of playing hunter.

He's at my house.

Her name is Mary, right?
I'll bet she has nice eyes.

- He's at my fucking house.
- 1311 Oak, west side. Go. Go.

Ring, ring. Come on, babe, pick up.

Come on, Mary, pick up the phone.

- Pick up the goddamn phone!
- Send all available units.

I'm sorry,
but Mary can't come to the phone right now.

What do you want?

You're the agent in charge of my case,
aren't you?

That's right, so whatever you gotta do,
why don't you just do it to me?

I am doing it to you, Malloy,

and I'm doing it to her.

So you still haven't told me what you want.

Four years ago, you were in charge
of an investigation of a series of murders,

atrocities against prostitutes.
I call it removing diseased filth.

You got very close to getting me.
You'd rather protect them and remove me.

You made my life hell,
so now, I'm returning the favor.

- Keep him talking, Jake.
- Hunting the hunters.

I won't live long. The odds are against that.

So what time I have left,
I will dedicate to you.

I'll always be close, like hide-and-seek.

Now, about Mary.

To kill a man is easy,

but kill what he loves
and he dies a thousand times.

Please, don't hurt her.

Please.

I'll see you, but you won't see me.

Mary! Mary!

Mary! Mary! Where is she? Mary! Mary!

Oh, Jesus.

Agent Hendricks.

We got him.

- Let's bring it in.
- Bring it in. Now.

All right, let's go. One at a time.

Hey, Tommy!

What's the story?

Security guard spotted him
standing inside the yard

covered in blood, dressed in SWAT gear.

Son of a bitch didn't say a word,
just opened fire.

- Is the guard okay?
- He took one in the leg,

lost a lot of blood. He was able to call
for backup before he passed out.

I see you, you see me.

You, on the roof,
identify yourself now.

Identify yourself. This is the police.

You buying shares in this place?

Hey. Kill me again.

Listen to me.

I've been digging around.

There's this place out in Wyoming.
It's a detox center.

Just... Just hear me out this time.

It's run by a former cop for cops.

You know,

if she'd never met me,

never knew me, she'd still be alive.

I'm where I wanna be, where I should be.

That's where I am.

Okay. I'll make you a deal.

You blow your brains out like a damn man,

and stop pissing on Mary's memory
one sorry-ass day at a time,

and I'll take care of your tab.

What the fuck is...
What's the matter with you? What's the...

It's all right, everybody.
It's all right. It's all right.

It's a little accident. Everybody relax.

What's the matter with you?

Whether you like it or not,
you still got a life to live.

It doesn't end here.

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Transmigration of the soul?
Any of that stuff?

I do believe I was a shit-kicker
in a previous life.

Well, nothing a few nice curtains
couldn't fix up.

Hey, look, partner,
if you ever need to return the favor,

make it Miami.

We run a dual diagnosis program here.

It's a fancy way of saying,
"We're gonna detox your ass

"and then tackle your demons head-on
in group sessions."

I was a cop for 12 years before I took a shot
at drinking myself to death.

So I know what keeps you up at night.

- Gonna make it all go away, huh?
- Not even gonna try.

No magic wands here.
The shit you swallowed doesn't digest.

You carrying a weapon, Mr. Malloy?

I'll have to confiscate it.

Need the shield, too.

We don't allow crutches here.

Thought I'd stick around awhile,
burn up a little vacation time,

maybe even rent me a cabin.

Do some ice fishing?

Yeah, why not?
See if I can't catch more than a shot glass.

Hey, this is gonna be a piece of cake.

Doc,

the man's my better half.

I sure as hell don't intend to lose him
out here in Jerkwater, Wyoming.

Do you follow me?

Jack.

See if you can't find some boots
and a parka for this man.

Anything to serve these fine officers, Doc.

You might run into more
than a cool breeze up here.

Come on, let's get you checked in.

The place was built in the '50s

as a command and control center
for Strategic Air Command.

Satellites made the facility obsolete,
so they converted it to a military asylum.

Uncle Sam put her on the market last year.

It's isolated as hell and
that's why I chose it.

You're the last of our patients to arrive.

You know the rules, Slater.
No smoking in the rooms.

I'd like you to meet Jake Malloy.

We got nothing to hide here,
including our names.

Slater, Metropolitan Police Department
of London.

Yeah.

I know it's a long way to come
to quit the shakes.

Club Med was fully booked.

Ain't exactly Betty Ford, huh?

Last place I was at
was a frigging 12-step health spa.

Mud baths, nature walks.
We don't got TV here.

Convicted felons, Doc, get TV.

- Jaworski here's a narc.
- And a hell of a sharpshooter.

Shut up, limey. Nobody's talking to you.

This is Jake Malloy, FBI.

Hey, we got a Fed gracing our presence.

Hey, Malloy, any idea of the three most
overrated things in the world?

Home cooking, home fucking and the FBI.

Let's get your blood and urine sample,
see what we're up against.

Our resident psychiatrist was
an Air Force consultant here for four years.

- I'll take that.
- When the facility shut down,

she signed on with us.

She's pulling double duty as a nurse
until we get fully staffed.

We used to take care
of almost 100 patients here.

There's only 10 of you cops.

But judging from your case files,
I don't think anyone's gonna be bored.

This is Jack Bennett, one of our orderlies.
Jake Malloy, new arrival.

If you need anything, just ask Jack.

He knows the place
like the back of his hand.

That's what they say.
I know every inch of this nuthouse.

- Anything else, ma'am?
- I don't think so.

Manny, this is Jake.
See if you can fatten him up.

Hey. Hope you ain't a vegetarian.

- Gilbert, say hi to Jake.
- Hey, Jake. How you doing?

You wanna hear about the generator?

Don't worry. I'll keep her humming
with spit and baling wire if I have to.

- And the boiler's about to go, too, Doc.
- Then fix it. You're the caretaker, Hank.

Have you managed
to get settled in?

First night's a bitch.

- How long you been here?
- Couple of days.

No one's been here more than a week.

Don't have to meet them to know them.

Take Noah, there, all buffed out like a fag.

Completely paranoid, back-to-the-wall type.
Got SWAT written all over him.

Fuck! Fuck!
Motherfucker's fucking fucked!

Lopez, LAPD.

Reverend Jones. He worked homicide before
he found Jesus at the bottom of a bottle.

Check out Jaworski.
This guy couldn't even swallow a bullet.

Stupid fucker missed his brain
and blew half his cheek out.

See the old guy? McKenzie.
Fellow foreigner.

Member of
the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

Word is he froze up, let his partner get shot.
They put him on the rubber-gun squad.

All right, let's get started.

This is what I call the witching hour.
No lessons, no 12 steps.

This is your time.

They told me to put them
in the bag.

The pieces.

They were so tiny.

Little fingers.

Every once in a while, I'd get a whole hand
or part of a leg.

Mostly blood. It was everywhere.

Their little fingers were just rolling around.

I dropped it. I...

I tried to gather them up,
but there was so much blood.

I can still smell it.

Twenty-one preschoolers
were blown to pieces.

Some of their fingers still had paint on them.

They were finger-painting when it happened.

You got something to add, Noah?

This ain't the Boy Scouts.

I mean, this ain't about helping old ladies
across the street.

- He's just a kid.
- Bullshit.

He's just weak, like the rest of you
mamsy-pamsy motherfuckers.

If you can't stand the smell of trash,

what are you doing
working in the garbage business?

Maybe he's not as strong as us.

Maybe he never learned to like the smell.

Yeah, you laugh it up, smiley.

You sure as shit won't see me
swallowing my gun.

So what do you swallow?
A fifth of gin, maybe a little speed?

- It ain't the same.
- Yes, it is.

Let's be clear about something.

You people landed here for a reason.
It's not just your careers you're killing.

Booze may be a slow burn,
but it's still suicide.

Deluxe cabin, my ass.

How'd it go? The first session.

I don't know. What do you wanna hear?
I got no more demons, no more monsters.

We all have demons,

but I stopped believing in monsters
when I was 12.

That's 'cause you never met any.
Don't be naive, Jenny.

Is that her ring?

Look, I know you mean well,

but you're in way over your head
on this one.

Do you think words are gonna make
a difference, gonna change anything?

They're not. So just do yourself a favor,
really, don't waste time on me.

Looks like we're in for one.

You know, my Mary had a scarf like that.

We can't have this sort of thing
going on around here.

Look, I'm tired of you getting
involved in everybody else's business.

Hey, lady, don't jump all over my ass.

- He's the one who took the man's lighter.
- It doesn't matter.

I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it.
It's a misunderstanding.

Yeah, something like that.

That's not the point.
The point is he ripped it off.

- Yeah!
- Fine.

Suppose he ripped it off.
What do you wanna do about it?

Did you take it?

Jack?

Well, maybe you should give it back.

Thanks for the light, old-timer.

Stupid cops.

How you doing?

Do you wanna get some air?

Listen, if you wanna talk about anything,
I'm right over here.

Looks like we'll be in this place awhile.

Hey!

No!

It's okay.

It's okay. It was just a nightmare.

Can I help you?

Here, take these. They'll help you sleep.

- Would you mind?
- Would I mind what?

Staying a minute.

Oh, God.

Can't get through.
Storm must have knocked down the lines.

It ain't exactly like anyone's gonna make it
out here anyway, boss. We're socked in.

I ain't gonna think about plowing
until the storm breaks.

What are we gonna do?

Break the news to the group.

Hank, you get Gilbert up here
to help you move the body.

I think I'll be going with
just a salad tonight.

- Did he leave a note?
- None that I could find.

Hey, no offense, Doc,

but this mini-Alcatraz you got going here
ain't gonna change a goddamn thing.

You may dry a few of them up, but you ain't
gonna change what they're made of.

The boy was weak. We all knew that.

It was just a matter of time
before old Humpty fell off the wall.

And what about Dudley Do-Right there,
huh? What a peach he is.

Thirty years of bullshit war stories,
only to leave his partner for dead,

alone, no one to watch his back.

There's nothing worse in my book
than a goddamn yellow cop.

You see what I mean, Doc?
You ain't The Wizard of Oz here.

You can't just hand out courage.

You're real good at kicking them
when they're down, aren't you?

- I do all right when they're standing up, too.
- You never stood up to anybody.

Yeah?

Well, at least I'm there for my women.

That's enough.

Hey. Hey, Doc. Check it out.

Man overboard!

Get my bag. It's in the office.

- Wow. Earthquake.
- He's had alcohol.

- What's wrong with him?
- He's on disulfiram.

- Makes you puke if you even smell booze.
- He looks bad.

- Shake it off, Weeks.
- Shit.

- Here.
- Thanks.

- He's gonna swallow his damn tongue.
- Give us a hand here.

- What do you want me to do?
- Hold him. Hold him still.

A little Aqua Velva over the rocks?

- Hold his head.
- I rest my case, Doc.

Hold him.

- I want everyone's belts.
- Get out of here.

- I'm not giving you my belt.
- What?

Off with them. Now!

- Come on!
- You gotta be kidding me, man.

- Shoelaces, too.
- You ain't getting that either.

- That's bullshit, man.
- Fucking crazy.

Do it!

I want the rooms checked
every hour on the hour.

Anything you say, Sheriff.

Hey, you know that hospital
about 10 or so miles up the canyon?

- You mean the old loony bin?
- Yeah, right.

I got a friend I'm trying to ring
staying up there.

- Your friend sick in the head, is he?
- In more ways than one.

Well, the lines are down.

You a cop?

Thought so.
Been a few passing through here lately.

One took a cabin for the night,
bought out all my scotch,

damn near tore it down.

Another looked like he shaved
with a cheese grater.

So, how are the fish biting?

You happen to see what's going on outside?

It's called the dead of winter.

I meant ice fishing.

I'd love to try my luck.
Maybe you could help me out.

Maybe. Fact is, you couldn't have picked
a better time of year.

We both know that if someone really wants
to kill themselves,

there's no stopping it.

I know you have to believe that, Jenny,
but I can't.

That's what this place is about.
Stopping them.

I don't get it.

Why do you put yourself through this?

You got family, Malloy?

- No, I don't.
- Neither do I, no.

The job is all I got.

- I'm not a coward, you know.
- I know that.

- But try and remind yourself now and then.
- That goes both ways.

Can't sleep?
I didn't mean to spook you.

I never knew.

Knew you could miss someone so much?

I didn't know that.

The thing you have to remember, Malloy,

is that sometimes the real bad things in life
can make you stronger.

What's the matter, cowboy?
Somebody steal your horse?

- No, I just thought I heard something.
- Like what?

I don't know, just something.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Good morning to you!

Rise and shine, lazy ladies!

It's a wonderful day in the neighborhood.

Wakey, wakey.

Oh!

Doc!

Doc!

Doc!

Two suicides back-to-back?

Get Mr. Fed in here.
He's seen his share of dead officers.

The bruise
is in the shape of an inverted V.

- What does that mean?
- The markings say it's a suicide.

The V shows the pressure of the noose.

If he was strangled,
there'd be a straight-line bruise.

Hey, Doc, the waiting list for this place
is getting shorter by the minute.

Still taking bets
on who the next suicide's gonna be?

The man didn't say it was a suicide.
He just said the markings say that.

"And God shall wipe away all the tears
from their eyes,

"and there shall be no more death,

"neither shall there be any more pain."

I'm tearing up here, Reverend.

Shit.

I can't risk coming across any more bodies.
I'm gonna have to lock you in your rooms.

You got to be kidding me.

I just need time to review
everyone's case files.

- Looking for what?
- Answers.

Look, man. Solitary confinement?
No fucking way, man.

It's for your own safety.

Hey, man.
Nobody locking me up in no concrete cell.

Is something funny?

If the idea of a bunch of cops being
locked up like common criminals isn't a joke,

what is, then?

Dr. Mitchell, can I have a word?

- What?
- Jack's missing.

Jack's your responsibility.

Maybe he took a joyride.

We're short one snowmobile.

- He'll freeze to death.
- He ain't the only one.

Boiler bought the farm. Mmm-hmm.

Manny!

I'm afraid soldier boy's turned into
the human ice cube by now.

Yeah, the hell with Jack.
Who knows what that crazy fucker's up to.

Conners and Brandon.

They weren't prior suicide attempts,
were they?

- I want you to lock your room tonight.
- Why?

Please, just do it.

Damn!

Hey! Hey, come back here.

Jack?

Jack!

Jack!

We're dropping like fucking flies here!

Knock it off.

You're losing it. You're all losing it.

Slater's right. We're cops.

What the fuck would Slater know
about being a cop?

You bobbies don't even carry a gun,
for Christ's sakes!

God forbid I should put myself
on a par with America's finest.

Shut up. Communications are down,
our meds are gone.

One orderly and Doc,
who knows where the hell they are,

and we got two bodies chilling.

That, and you're all in danger
of experiencing DTs.

Sweetcakes, shakes are the least
of our worries.

You got a medical degree
we don't know about? Let her talk.

I'm not talking about the shakes.

Grand mal seizure caused by DTs
can kill you.

- Without your meds, you're all vulnerable.
- Maybe you should tell them about Jack.

Hey, lady?
What the hell is he talking about?

- I don't know.
- Bullshit. You tell them or I will.

Jenny, Doc's missing.
Two men are dead.

Now, if there's something you need to tell us
about Jack, now is the time.

- You should check his service record.
- I already did that.

- The guy was a patient here.
- Oh, that's great.

The son of a bitch murdered
his commanding officer over in South Korea,

strangled him with his bare hands.
He's a psycho.

- And you gave this crazy fuck a job?
- Come on, Lopez, back off.

Since when did protecting women
become your specialty, Malloy?

You're right. It's not.

My specialty is doing my job

while the one good thing in my life
is home, being butchered.

You talk about her again, I'm gonna kill you.

How'd Jack end up working here?

I vouched for him.
He was totally rehabilitated.

What about the other guy, Gilbert?

Gilbert's a manic-depressive.
He's terrified of violence.

Look, Jack's got nothing to do with this.
I know that.

Hey, people, Gilbert found Doc.

Jones.

- Yeah. Hey, come on, man.
- Jaworski.

Noah.

Lopez.

That's the scotch drinker, all right.
Guess he never made it up to detox after all.

You're telling me
this guy's a cop?

Well, that's what he said.

What the hell is going on up there?

I need to get up there.

Whoever did this must have used a sledge.

They hammered the living shit
out of these carburetors.

The snowmobiles are finished.

I say we take the Suburban,
try and get some help.

If I had a couple of extra hands,
we could shovel our way out if we got stuck.

The freezer's filling up pretty fast.

I think he's right.

Hank, take Jenny and Gilbert.
Manny can help with the digging.

I'm not going anywhere.

Weeks can't be moved. We need someone
here with medical expertise.

It's not a request.
You don't have to be here.

Well, where do you think I'd be safer?

Riding through a whiteout
with some yahoo like Hank,

or sitting here
in a room full of armed officers?

How about you?

No way. I'm gonna go down with the ship.

You guys better take off
while there's still some light.

We're out of here.

Come on, Gilbert, let's go.

Now what?

Okay, we can rotate
two-man shifts on watch.

- Who made you king shit?
- He's the ranking officer.

I ain't in uniform.

I thought you SWAT boys were team players.

My team doesn't wait around to get hit
by a shit storm. We are the shit storm.

I'm with Noah. Time to get proactive.

I say we find this crazy piece of shit
and frosty his ass.

How do you know it's Jack?

How do you know that?

How do you know it's not Lopez or Jones?

How do we know it isn't Slater?

How do I know it isn't you?

Me?

Yeah, right.

You better keep an eye on that one, Nursie.

He cracking.

Split the building into sections.
Each person will clear that area.

Point me in a direction.

I'll see you,

but you won't see me.

He'll die without it.

Jenny, where'd you find Conners' body?

Hank!

Do you think we can get the truck
through yet?

Keep digging, Manny.

What was that?

- Gilbert's gone.
- I don't give a shit where he's gone.

We're getting the hell out of here.
Get in the truck.

What's that?

Look out! Look out!

Stop!

Anything scares you, kill it.

Hank, where'd you go?

Hank!

Oh, God.

Hank?

Jack.

Gilbert, wait.

Hey.

Frozen corpses don't bite.

- You're used to seeing bodies. I'm not.
- It's okay.

Weeks is burning up. I need ice.
Will you get it for me?

Who's the fucking brainiac
that locked the door?

- Shit.
- What were you doing outside?

Noah told me to sweep around the building,
check for tracks.

- Did you see Malloy?
- Why? Should I have seen him?

Is there something going on here
I should know about?

Jack?

Come on, now, Jacky boy.

No more games.

The main circuit board died with
McKenzie. That means no power, no heat,

and the emergency lights
are not gonna last that long.

That's just great.
It's gonna be 20 below in here by morning.

This is bullshit. This is bullshit, Malloy.

Open the door, man.

Come on.

- Malloy!
- Come on!

- What happened out there?
- Jack and Manny are dead

and Hank is missing.

- And where's Gilbert?
- He saw me and he bolted.

- He's still out there?
- Look, I don't know where he is.

And I found the missing snowmobile.

Whoever took it lit a fire
and burned all the personal files.

- Why?
- Makes it impossible to prove

everyone is who they say they are.
One of us isn't a cop.

Give me a knife.

What are you looking for?
What are you looking for?

Confirmation!

Confirmation of what?

I see you, you see me.

- He's here.
- What are you talking about?

He's here!

Dead,

- dead, dead.
- What'd he say?

- All dead.
- They're all dead.

Hey! Open up! Come on, open up.

For the last time, I got out of there
when I saw Jack strung up.

I almost got lost in the blizzard.

So, I'm coming back through the utility
tunnels when Malloy comes crashing in,

and I figure he's not just down there
for a walk,

so I hide behind the woodpile, okay?

It's not Malloy. I was with him.
He went out there to help you.

Well, what do I know?

Malloy should stay locked
in my cell, just to be safe.

Yeah?

Tell you what, you don't have to be a Fed
to read a flashing sign.

Maybe it's time for Reverend Jones
to explain the artwork.

Don't you ever paw me, boy.
You understand?

Maybe Malloy was right about one of us
not being a cop.

Somebody was out there in that storm.

If it wasn't Hank or Malloy,

who was it?

You were outside
looking for tracks, right?

Right, and I got locked out.

Did you?

Guess my cover's finally blown.

Ignorant assholes.
It's not me, it's one of you.

Get the fuck out of my face.
I said get the fuck out of my face.

- Drop the gun.
- Noah, don't.

- Back the fuck off, all of you.
- Drop the gun, asshole.

- Mine shoots bullets, too, motherfucker.
- Stop it.

I feel safer already.

Christ, it's Slater.

I'm gonna be close,
so close you don't know it.

I stare into your eyes, and you see nothing.

I see you, but you don't see me.

All right,
so what did the Fed say about all this?

He talked like it was someone
he knew, someone he tracked.

- The cop killer?
- He's dead, isn't he?

He'd better be.

Hey, any cop killer steps my way,
I'll cap his ass.

Well, let's hope you do.

- What do you mean "hope"?
- You've studied guys like this, right, Doc?

They don't just kill you.
They play with their catch first.

Hey, man, I don't want to hear this, okay?

They gouge out your eyes,
they shove things down your throat.

What? Are you deaf?

Maybe the Lord's got other plans.

Maybe we'll freeze to death first.

You want to show us where
that woodpile is?

What, are you nuts?
I ain't going back down there.

Well, I ain't going down there by myself.

Lead on.

- Wood store's down this way.
- Shhh.

- You hear that?
- Hear what?

I think we got company.

Not for long.

You two, clear that one.

I got this one.

Come on.

Shit.

Move!

I found that hidden above Slater's room.

It's him.

He's taking trophies.

If we're gonna make it out of here,
here's what we gotta do.

You and Lopez check upstairs.
I'll take the tunnels.

- Jenny, you gotta stay here with Jaworski.
- Why?

Please, just trust me.

Hank!

Slater!

Hank!

Slater!

Hey, cop, drop the weapon.

Hands behind your head.

Fingers locked.

That's it.

Now, on your knees.

You know, I like playing cop.
How do you like playing the victim, huh?

Do you like how it feels?

- Come on.
- Please.

Please.

Wasn't it you that was gonna cap my ass,
tough guy?

Open your eyes.

Look at me.

That a boy. See?

Look, kid,

you see somebody coming up them stairs,

you let faith guide that bullet
right through their head.

All right?

Malloy.

Malloy.

Malloy.

Malloy.

I see you, Malloy, but you still don't see me.

Fuck you.

We've got to do something.

Why?

Malloy's already dead.

- Who was he?
- Who?

Who the fuck do you think? Your stand-in.

You mean the real Mr. Slater
I tracked up here?

Last I saw, he was detoxing
at the bottom of a frozen lake.

I didn't think he'd mind me borrowing
his name and his badge.

From there, it was easy.
I just came here and blended in.

You're real good at blending in,
aren't you, scumbag?

Is that how you found out about this place?
Just blending in at the cop bar, huh?

That doesn't matter now.

What matters is I got to you
before you got to me.

People will ask if I was insane.

Just the opposite, an insane man
could not have accomplished this.

All these deaths, including Mary's,
weren't irrational.

They were to prove a point.

You cannot control
what nature intended, Malloy.

We're born to perform a duty,
which I've done.

And so you finally see me.

Now what?

You know, you'll never feel more alive than
when you're watching someone else die,

like when I stared at poor Mary.

But once again, Malloy,

you're too late.

Now I imagine you're staring at poor Noah.

Malloy!

Malloy!

- Malloy!
- Déjà vu, huh, Malloy?

How many second chances
do you get in life?

You think you're strong enough to stop me?

Run, Jenny, run. You're too young to die.

Run, Jenny! Run!

Run.

I'll cut her fucking heart out.

Quack.

Jenny, I like your eyes.

Let me see your eyes.

Did I mention I hear voices?

Right now I hear Malloy,
pleading for his precious Mary.

You stay here.

I'm gonna follow these tracks.

Make me work for it.

Do you see me? Because I see you.

Stay here.

Freeze! Drop the weapon!

On your knees.

Hands behind your head.

Lock your fingers. It's your turn now.

It's time to die.

Now, look at me.

Slater!

She called out your

name

just before I

drained the life

from her.

I see you.

You see this.

You okay?

How was the fishing?

Icy.