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(laughter)

♪ ♪

-I want to be Batman.
-BRIGHT: Ainsley, stop.

(crying)

Oh, sweetheart.

What happened?

You gave this to me, not her.

Hey, now, it's just a toy.

Ainsley, you have your own.

Plus that giant bear that scares
the bejesus out of me.

(laughs)

Teddy. I'll go get him.

MARTIN:
Okay.

♪ ♪

She may be
a little rabble-rouser,

but she's the only sibling
you'll ever have.

Think you can, uh, look out
for her whilst I'm on my trip?

You really have to go?

Yeah.

I'd much rather stay at home
with my favorite guy,

but duty calls.

(laughs softly)

Now, if you ever need me
when I'm not around,

just know I will always

be right here.

♪ I find it hard to tell you ♪

♪ I find it hard to take... ♪

-What happened at Claremont?
-DANI: The Surgeon.

He escaped.

♪ Very, very ♪

♪ Mad world ♪

♪ Mad world... ♪

Where are you?

Talk to me.

♪ Halargian world ♪

♪ Mad world. ♪

(sighs)

GIL:
Bright?

Malcolm Bright,

Marshal Emily Ruiz.

You're here to take over.

I'd have said it less
aggressively than that,

but sure.

U.S. Marshals have jurisdiction
in all fugitive cases.

The Surgeon's as big a fugitive
as New York's ever seen.

But you're not from New York.

Hearing a hint of West Texas?

New Mexico.

Mr. Bright, I am an open book.

Graduated third
in my class from Glynco.

Top two guys were dicks.

Ruiz is one of the good ones.

She's offered to let us stay on
and aid in the investigation.

I need the ultimate
Surgeon profile.

The majority of escapees
are caught within 24 hours,

and most are found near
the prison or in one town over.

My father won't be that easy.

Wait, Martin Whitly
is your father?

(laughs) Sorr--

I'm kidding. My God.

Look at you two. This is good.

Means you are in
a unique position to help.

So, spill.

The Surgeon
won't make mistakes.

Your best bet is tracking
his two accomplices.

If my father gets caught,
it'll be because of them.

Hector Cueto and Peter Davis,
aka Friar Pete.

Major loose cannons.

Hector has impulse
control issues.

Though that may mean
he sticks to the plan,

for fear of ruining it.

Friar Pete could be more
of a wild card.

He thrives on ritual.

Freedom won't suit him.

And your father,
any parting words you remember?

BRIGHT:
Don't need to.

I have it on voice mail.

(phone clicks)

MARTIN (over phone):
I'm not a killer anymore.

Now, whatever you hear,

or whoever tries to rattle
your faith in me,

what I am about to do
is not about murder.

No, this is about family.
Everything I'm doing,

everything I've done,
it's all for you.

Please tell me
you don't buy that.

Of course not.

My father's a liar and a killer.
Always will be.

Good answer. My team
will dig into Hector and Pete.

And as for your dad,
if anyone can find him, you can.

♪ ♪

(knocking on door)

Feeling any better?

(exhales)
You mean, have I recovered

from an insane person
trying to murder me?

You should've seen
the other guy.

(laughs softly)

Mind if I ask
what you were doing here?

I wanted to see what Martin
knew about this key.

Uh, it seems to be
for a safe deposit box,

but none of the places
I bank with even recognize it.

We'll run it down.

And we're gonna have to boost
security at the town house.

With The Surgeon
back in the news...

All the kooks will come out.
I know the drill.

Doctor.

Tell me, uh,
how was his mood yesterday?

(scoffs)
Happy.

Tickled, even, to be called in
for an emergency.

In hindsight, he definitely
knew what was going to happen.

Dr. Capshaw, right?

Yeah.

How well did you get
to know my father

while he was working here?

The usual amount.

As well as I knew him, yeah.
I mean...

Did you ever see him
take anything?

Um...

Not to my knowledge, no.

(inhales)
Mrs. Whitly, you're all done.

Thank you, Doctor.

-Thank you.
-Yes. You're welcome.

Um...

I'm gonna stay here
for a minute.

(Jessica exhales)

CAPSHAW:
Um, I'm sorry,

-I just need to clean up.
-Of course.

I'm just gonna grab
one of these butterscotches...

...and wait for you
to admit whatever it is

you're hiding from me.

Muscle tremors.

No eye contact.

You're lying
at a third grade level.

No offense.

I did nothing wrong, okay?

It's just that...
(exhales)

You have to understand,
last night was chaos.

I had no nurses, so many
patients needed ambulances,

-I...
-And?

And I thought
Dr. Whitly could help.

I mean, it wasn't crazy to...

Not crazy to what?

-N-Nothing.
-Lives are on the line,
Dr. Capshaw.

Three killers
are roaming the city.

Because of me.

All right?

I did it.

I untied him.

I know it was stupid, but, um...

he proved himself capable.

I trusted him.

This is on me.

I'm to blame here.

May I suggest
also blaming my father?

I do, and it does seem to help.

Thank you for being kind.

Is there anything else
you can tell me?

He used me for everything
he needed.

And now I'm spent.

(door opens)

Hey. Hey, is Mom in there?

-Is she okay?
-Yeah.

She's talking to administration.

How are you?
I thought you'd be at ADN,

prepping
"My Father, the Fugitive."

One, that's a terrible title.

Two, I can't even
think about work.

I just want to be here for Mom.

Hmm, you've never had a problem
mixing work and family before.

Ease up, Columbo.
It's different this time.

Dad is out there and,
I don't know, I'm just...

I'm not okay. Are you?

(exhales)

Yeah, I'm, uh, I'm fine.

He'll be back in that cell soon,
I promise.

Bright.

They found the ambulance.

(siren wailing)

(camera shutters clicking)

Two dead EMTs inside.

GIL:
So it's official.

The Surgeon's killing again.

No. But Hector and Pete are.

Look at these uneven gashes.

This is erratic, overly excited.

Not The Surgeon's style at all.

DANI:
How can you be sure?

The guy hasn't killed
in 20 years.

Maybe his MO's changed.

Maybe.

But my father made it
crystal clear

on that voice mail,

he has no desire to kill again.

Dude.

I'm not saying I believe him.

But I'm sure he believes it.

Delusion is a powerful tool.

He'll want his actions
to match his self-concept

-as long as possible.
-JT: Or you're just using

fancy words to make excuses
for a murderer.

I'm just following the profile.

Look, I'm the expert
on The Surgeon, right?

Okay.

So, they dumped the ambulance,

which means they must've
nabbed another vehicle.

You two canvass the area,
see who's missing a car.

You think I've lost it,

but I know how
my father's mind works.

It's always strategic.

He's looking
for the fastest way to stock up.

Food, cash, supplies.

All right.

We're just below Houston.
What's the closest place

that would give easy access
to all of that?

Oh, no.

-(tires screeching)
-(siren wailing)

(car doors closing)

(door creaks)

Looks like you were right.

I should've expected this.

He lived here with my mother
before I was born.

If my father
was a serial killer,

I may have fortified
my house a little better.

But I guess nobody's perfect.

BRIGHT:
And now he's armed

and more dangerous than ever.

Time to face facts, kid.

The Surgeon is back.

We're not dealing with your
average power/control killer.

He's methodical
but not above improvisation.

Add in the volatility
of his traveling companions,

and we may have a short window
to catch him.

I'd say we have 20 hours at best
before they split up.

That blue LeSabre was stolen
two blocks from the ambulance.

We have BOLOs out, and
highway patrol is on high alert

in every surrounding county.

-All right, thanks,
Let's get to it.
-Is it true

the Surgeon broke into your home
and stole your weapons?

Yes. An Indo-Persian battle-ax,
four pistols and ammo.

BARCLAY:
Do you think he was trying
to mess with you?

You've got
a strange relationship, right?

You visit him a lot?

I would visit him
occasionally, yes.

He never dropped a clue
about the escape

or where he was going?

No. And if he did,
I would have spotted it.

Guys, this is exactly what
he wants-- the focus on me

instead of him.

But if you take
your eye off the ball

for a split second

with the Surgeon, you're dead!

RUIZ:
All right, everyone,

let's get to work.

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct radio chatter)

-Dani...
-Don't-don't...

-don't even say it.
-I'm not fine.

Surprised you with that one,
didn't I?

And you shouldn't be fine.
This is insane.

You know, it's funny.

The one perk
about having a father in prison

is knowing exactly where he is
at all times.

You know, I could talk to him,
or I could ignore him.

-At least...
-You were in control.

They're right, you know.

With those questions.

How could I have not seen
this coming?

What kind of a profiler am I?

You're the son
of a seriously twisted guy.

And right now
that's muddying everything else.

But how do I do my job?

How can I be this...

big expert on The Surgeon
but be so clueless?

Usually his voice is in my head
all the time.

But now...

-nothing.
-Look,

we will find him through good
old-fashioned investigation.

Stick with me,
we'll figure it out.

The LeSabre was spotted
at an auto shop

in the south of Westchester.

Let's go.

(footsteps approach)

Sorry. Can I trouble you
for an aspirin

(chuckles):
for my arm.

Or a Vicodin, if you insist?

Sure, yeah.

Forgive my prying--
my children would say

it's my most annoying quality,
or at least top three--

but, um...

do you need to talk?

Your son told you what happened?

I may have heard something
about your plight, and...

it may be a plight with which
I am somewhat familiar.

I feel like I'm in...

hell's waiting room.

Been there for 23 years.

You get used to the heat.

Really?

You seem way too put together

for someone who's been
through that kind of trauma.

(chuckles softly):
No.

Smoke and mirrors.
(chuckles)

The only thing
that is keeping me

from sinking into oblivion is...

waiting for the day

when I get to see
Martin's open casket.

And gin.

That helps, too.
(chuckles)

JESSICA (faintly):
Ah.

Mm, it's vodka.

My hero.

(Dani sighs)

Employee didn't get
a great look.

Thinks the driver was
a bald guy.

I'm guessing it's Hector,
but no one ever went inside.

That doesn't make any sense.
Why park here, then?

Unless...

-No way.
-Lots of food, cash business,

no windows.

Bowling?
The Surgeon would never allow

-for that kind of distraction.
-No,

but he's smart enough
to know if he doesn't let

his merry band of psychos
let off a little steam,

it'll cost him later.

It's a risk,

but it's the right kind of risk.

I'll go tell Ruiz.

Stay here.

(distant, echoing thud)

(bottles clinking)

♪ ♪

(ball strikes pins)

Hello, my son.

Finally ready to confess?

BRIGHT:
Gotta admit, Pete,

I'm surprised to see you here.

"The world is a book,
and those who do not travel

read only one page."

Saint Augustine.

Except you're
not from the Middle Ages.

You're from Pittsburgh.

(chuckles softly)

This town
must remind you of home.

When I was ten, we lived
in a one-bedroom over an alley.

Spent more time there
than my living room.

Don't come any closer.

That was your first sanctuary.

Before the abbey.

An escape from your angry dad.

Walking in here
must have brought it all back.

The smell of the fryer oil,

sound of the pins falling.

He wasn't angry.

What?

My dad.

He wasn't angry.

He was furious!

About his job! His family!

The burger
he had just been served.

(chuckles)

Didn't matter.

He was pissed at God.

And he
wouldn't let me forget it.

But when I came here,
he left me alone.

Which is what
you're gonna do now,

or I will be forced to hurt you.

Is that what you said
to the manager over there?

Just let me finish my game, son.

Tell me where Martin's headed.

I said...

let me finish.

Ah.

My Colt 1902.

Excellent choice.

Too bad you won't use it.

What makes you so certain?

Your methods are medieval.

Flaying of skin,
bashing of skulls.

A gun's too easy.

You'd want me to suffer.

Mm-hmm.

-Tell me where he's going!
-To hell...

with you!

(gunshot)

He was about to tell me
where my father is!

Are you certifiable? He was
about to shoot your brains out!

Bright, I saw it, too.
He was going to kill you.

RUIZ:
You want to be reckless
with your own life, fine.

But you just gambled with every
innocent life in this area.

That's not okay with me.

It's my job to find my father,
isn't it?

It's hard to do that

if you blow
his accomplice's head off!

It is your job
to find The Surgeon.

And whether we do that
peacefully

depends entirely on him,

and not at all on how you feel.

Of course you would say that.

Excuse me?

-All right.
-Get him away from me.

Now!

DANI:
You're done. Go.

♪ ♪

(lock clacking)

I reinforced all exterior locks
and have officers

-posted outside.
-(sighs): Oh, thank you.

Couldn't they have sent
someone less senior

-to do all this?
-Oh, without a doubt.

JT will stay here
and keep an eye on things.

I'm gonna touch base
with the unis.

Where is Ainsley, by the way?

Uh, in her room,
pacing around like a windup toy.

She's had this weird energy
all day.

(sighs)
We've all got it.

It'll be over soon, I promise.

JT:
So...

how's the walk
down psychopath lane?

Any-any clues?

None.

Tell me you've had some progress

with Martin's key.

Yeah, actually, we found a match

with an old safe-deposit box
at Carnaby Bank.

Turns out
he has an account there

under the name Jonas Salk.

The man who eradicated polio.

Of course, Martin couldn't be
just any old John Doe.

DANI:
So...

what should we talk about?
Gil's birthday's coming up.

-Are you getting him anything?
-Can we just skip to the part

where you tell me
I have a death wish?

You have a death wish. And
I'm getting him a coffee mug.

'cause he doesn't pay me enough.

I was in full control with Pete.

-Were you?
-I was.

Okay, maybe "full control"
was an overstatement.

-But I had to know.
-Where your dad is.

I get it. And for that,
you risked your life

and you insulted Ruiz.

I know.

I know, and, uh, I'm already
drafting an apology letter.

That's not enough.

You almost took a bullet.

Why? For The Surgeon?

For a killer
who has done nothing

but make your life
a living hell?

I can't believe
that I have to say this, but...

he's not worth it.

You know that, right?

-Tell me you know.
-I do.

I do.

I'm sorry.

I know being my friend can be...

Actually, I guess
I don't know what that's like.

Never had
a friend like you before.

Me, neither.

Mine was a compliment.

Was yours?

Jury's still out.

(phone ringing)

You can answer it.
We have a trace on it.

(sighs)

-Hello?
-MAN: Is this the whore

Jessica Whitly

who let her husband kill

23 people?

Please remove me from this list.

Thank you.

(scoffs)

(exhales)

I got to hand it to you.
You're good at that.

Did you hear?

No.

But I am a detective.

(sighs)
And...

I get a call like that
once a week.

-Because of...
-Of what happened.

(Jessica sighs)

It's awful, JT.

I'm so sorry.

Yo, I got my badge!
(grunts)

You know, I didn't even file
an official complaint.

It turns out
just talking about it

is enough to make me a...

pariah, I guess.

Bricks in my locker.

Phone calls to my wife.

That's terrifying.

Have you told someone?

Could Gil help?

Nah.

But why not try?

Uh, I don't know.

Why did you pretend
no one was on the phone earlier?

(indistinct chatter)

Marshal Ruiz,
I owe you an apology.

RUIZ:
Yes, you do.

But it can wait.

We found the phone
on Friar Pete.

There's only one number
saved in it.

We're running it down now.

Well, let's call it.

What's the worst
that could happen?

(phone dialing)

(phone ringing)

(line clicks)

Hello? Dad?

Dad, is that you?

Hello?

Should we start
with why you were expecting

The Surgeon's call?

Or why you paid him
multiple secret visits

this month?

Claremont just confirmed it,
Ainsley.

We need answers.

You know the phrase
"make a federal case out of it"?

That's what the marshals
want to do to you.

It's a courtesy I'm here first.

Tell me.

Why were you waiting
by that phone?

(chuckles)
I don't know. It's dumb.

But it's not a crime.

Malcolm talks to him
all the time,

and no one ever suspects him.

People always suspect him.

Ouch.

GIL:
Martin had been planning

this escape for a while.

He never mentioned it
or asked you to help him?

Are you suggesting I aided
and abetted a known criminal?

I'm suggesting
that you could have

aided and abetted your father,

a distinction I think

you and your brother
have a habit of making.

We didn't plan a prison break,

I promise.

Our conversations

were completely innocent,

and I didn't even initiate them.

I was just sitting at home,
working.

(phone ringing)

-Hello?
-My girl!

It's Dad.

I'd heard you were spending time
in my old abode.

Drawing inspiration
from my heyday?

-What do you want?
-To talk.

You know, shoot the breeze,
throw the bull.

You've had quite the year,
sweetie.

Thought you might appreciate
a sympathetic ear.

Am I wrong?

Take it from me.

It's hard being misunderstood.

Everyone knows
exactly who you are.

Okay.
So it's hard being understood.

What exactly did you talk about?

Life stuff.

He could be
surprisingly insightful.

She's hiding something.

You think?

Let's take ten.

What's going on?
What did she say?

Nothing helpful.

-(sighs)
-The only thing

that's clear
is how desperate she is

for a father in her life.

Maybe I should have done more
for her when she was growing up.

You were with Malcolm
every step of the way,

and he is still
under Martin's spell.

No matter what we did,

all roads led to Martin.

So maybe we stand back

and see if they lead to him now.

Gil Arroyo.

Do you have a secret plan?

The marshals said

Bright couldn't interrogate
his own sister.

But they didn't say
I couldn't take a break,

leaving an open window
to whatever happens next.

(door opens)

Oh!

Did you come to break me out?
I think if we tie

some bedsheets together,
we just...

Not in the mood to joke.

Cool. Okay.

(lock clicks)

Ains,

you've been lying in here.

And I need you
to tell me the truth.

I've been listening
to his warped BS

for 20 years, remember?

You know how many times
he's tried to convince me

I'm just like him?

It's not a compliment.

It's just another form of abuse.

What if he's not wrong?

MARTIN:
Now that we know that you have,

um, certain
psychopathic tendencies...

-What are you talking about?
-Oh,

I-I'm not insinuating
that you're a killer.

(chuckles)
Although,

killing someone
does kind of tip the scales.

-Do you have a point?
-You're driven.

Ambitious.

Maybe, uh,

a wee bit lacking in compassion?

You know, you're high on charm,

low on empathy.

Well, them's my genes, honeybee.

What if I am like him?

If you were,

you wouldn't be so concerned
about it.

Psychopaths

don't do a lot
of self-reflection.

MARTIN:
Haven't there been moments

when you thought
you should be feeling something

but couldn't?

When you've done things

you thought were normal

only to realize that they were,
in fact, not?

BRIGHT:
You're a good person, Ains.

You're thoughtful,

decent, kind.

But what I did to you was...

You were stressed.

Lied to.

Hurt. We both were.

AINSLEY:
So, what can I do?

Can I change?

Why would you?
Who wants to be average?

(chuckles):
No, no.

No, the trick is

to make everyone think
you're normal.

Pretend to feel when you don't.

Cry every now and then.

Oh, if you can master that,
my dear,

the world is your oyster.

BRIGHT:
We've been gaslit for years.

And we didn't deserve it.

(sighs)
Question is,

in all of these visits,

did he ever mention anything

that could lead us to him now?

No. No, just, um, crazy advice

and some random story
about apple picking.

What was the story?

I guess when I was little,

we went to an orchard upstate,
and we listened

to this Toots and the Maytals
song the whole way home.

MARTIN (laughs):
You-you should have
seen yourself.

Covered in apples,
just bopping along

as you sang "Funky Kingston"

all the way back.

Oh, God.

(chuckles)

It's a clue.

No. An invitation.

An invitation to what?

Escape with him.

Do you...
Do you think I'm the reason

-he broke out?
-I don't know.

But you clearly passed his test.

In his seriously messed-up mind,

you're the child
he always hoped for.

I know where he's going.

("Funky Kingston" by
Toots and the Maytals playing)

♪ Yeah, I turned around,
doing it ♪

♪ Funky, funky, funky ♪

♪ Funky Kingston ♪

♪ Is what I've got for you ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Funky Kingston ♪

♪ Yeah... ♪

This is officially
the farthest I've ever driven

on the least amount
of credible information.

There's only one
commercially owned apple orchard

in Kingston, New York.

This has to be the place

my father
was tipping Ainsley toward.

No word yet from JT.

He'll come through.

It's not him I'm worried about.

(door opens)

Hey there.

Good afternoon.

Is there a Doris Stevens here?

Uh, my mom passed last year.
I'm Bobby.

Sorry for your loss.

We're with the NYPD.
We just have a few questions.

Was your mother ever involved

with the serial killer
Martin Whitly?

Way to ease into it.

Is this some kind of
sick prank, or...?

No, sir. You may have heard

that Martin Whitly
recently escaped

a psychiatric facility.
We have reason to believe

he has a connection
to this farm.

Did your mother ever mention
meeting him?

The Surgeon?

No.

She also wasn't pen pals
with Jeffrey Dahmer.

(takes deep breath)

Listen, this could be
a dead end,

and I'll get to make fun
of my partner

-the whole ride home, but...
-(phone vibrating)

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

Turns out I'm not that lucky.

Apparently, Carnaby Bank
has a record of Jonas Salk,

aka Martin Whitly,
making a series of payments

to the Stevens Family Orchards
in 1994.

BRIGHT:
Stevens Family Orchards.

That's you, right?

(scoffs) Come on.

You're joking.

What's in the barn, Bobby?

BOBBY:
Best lightweight crop duster
you could get back in the day.

Yeah. It's not
what it was, but...

still does the trick.

When did you get it?

Uh, '94, '95?

Mom was taking flying lessons
over at the local airfield.

Then eventually,
she bought her own plane

when we expanded the farm.

She didn't buy it.

Martin Whitly did.

I'm sorry?

That 400 grand wasn't
a cash stash.

It paid for this plane.

Plus a little extra
to keep the secret, I'll bet.

Yeah, must've been his plan B,
back in the day.

Launder a plane
and have it waiting

in case the walls started
to close in.

Makes sense.

Agricultural aircraft fly
under FAA radar.

He could probably make it
to Canada.

(clangs)

Can I get a screwdriver?

Thank you.

♪ ♪

Whoa.

I've never seen that before.

(phone vibrates)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

What's that?

Uh, nothing.

It's just a...

It was mine.

Bobby?

My wife needs me
back at the house.

Stay as long as you need.

So, you think The Surgeon's
on his way here?

It's a good question
for Bobby to have asked, right?

Two cops show up,

tell you a serial killer's
coming,

and you don't
even ask them when?

The only thing
that makes sense is...

-He's already here.
-The way Bobby was glancing
at the house,

the inflection in his voice.

His family's being held hostage.

My father's here right now, Gil.

All right, I'll loop in
the marshals.

No, no, no.
We-we can do this on our own.

(phone vibrating)

(Gil sighs)

Marshal Ruiz,
we think we've found them.

RUIZ:
I know. We're outside.

♪ ♪

(Ruiz whistles)

♪ ♪

MARSHAL: No movement on
the south side of the house.

-If you'd just let me
go in there...
-Bright, she said no.

How are you even here?

GIL:
We've been sharing intel
this whole time.

-You know that's how it works.
-I, for one,

am shocked you haven't enjoyed
our time together.

I've had a blast.

Please,
I can talk my father down.

You know you can't negotiate
with psychopaths

who have nothing to lose.

BRIGHT:
I'm guessing that's not
a delivery driver.

It's Marshal Barclay.
He's leading the extraction.

This is the safest move
for the family in there.

Try to pretend
you care about that.

♪ ♪

We're going along
with your plan.

But don't ever imply

that Bright doesn't want
to save lives.

That's all he does.

MARTIN:
I will always...

be right here.

Okay.

I'm sorry, kid.

♪ ♪

BRIGHT:
They're going to kill him.

MARSHAL:
Go, go, go! That's him!

BARCLAY (over radio):
Target spotted. Don't move!

Get down. Get down!

(gunshot)

Target's on the ground.

Which target? Who's down?

-Who's on the ground?
-Someone give me a report.

Anyone, report.

♪ ♪

("Mad World" by Gary Jules
and Michael Andrews plays)

♪ All around me
are familiar faces ♪

♪ Worn-out places... ♪

-First floor, clear!
-Second floor, clear!

(echoing):
Family's okay.

♪ Bright and early
for the daily races... ♪

All hostages
cleared and secured.

♪ Going nowhere, going nowhere ♪

♪ Their tears are filling up
their glasses... ♪

Hector, where's The Surgeon?

Where's my father?

Martin?

He was never with us.

Never even made it
to the ambulance. (groans)

What?

What about my place?

And the phone, and...

That's his plane out there!

(laughing)
He gave us instructions.

Planned it all out for us.

Guess he had other plans
for himself.

(laughing)

(groaning)

♪ I find it kind of sad ♪

♪ The dreams
in which I'm dying ♪

♪ Are the best I've ever had ♪

♪ I find it hard to tell you ♪

♪ I find it hard to take ♪

♪ When people run in circles ♪

♪ It's a very, very ♪

♪ Mad world ♪

(vibrating)

♪ Mad world... ♪

(quietly):
Oh.

GIL:
I'm sorry, Jess.
We didn't get him.

He's still out there.

♪ Happy birthday ♪

-♪ Happy birthday ♪
-(sighs)

♪ And I feel the way
that every child should ♪

♪ Sit and listen ♪

-♪ Sit and listen ♪
-(sirens wailing)

♪ Went to school
and I was very nervous... ♪

Did you find him?

No.

I thought I was right
on his heels all day,

and then it turned out
I was chasing everyone but him.

I even thought...

What?

(sighs)
That he wanted me to find him.

I know it sounds ridiculous.

No.

♪ I find it kind of sad... ♪

It's not.

He's your father.

♪ Are the best
I've ever had... ♪

No.

He's a killer
who deserves to be hunted down.

I'm never gonna forget that
again.

♪ When people run
in circles... ♪

Are you...?

Fired?

Oh, yeah.

♪ Mad world... ♪

Not that I should be surprised.

(scoffs)

You're right.

Martin Whitly ruins
every person he meets.

♪ Mad world. ♪

Don't worry, Malcolm.

I believe in karma.

And I'm sure someday soon,

your father will get
exactly what's coming to him.

♪ ♪

(door opens)

(door closes)

(thunder rumbling)

(banging in trunk)

Quiet now.

♪ ♪

Here we go, darling.

We're almost free.

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MAN:
Greg, move your head.