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

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.

Teddy. I'll go get him.

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.

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? - The Surgeon.

He escaped.

♪ Very, very ♪

♪ Mad world ♪

♪ Mad world... ♪

Where are you?

Talk to me.

♪ Halargian world ♪

♪ Mad world. ♪

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?

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?

Don't need to.

I have it on voice mail.

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.

*PRODIGAL SON* Season 02 Episode 11

Feeling any better?

You mean, have I recovered

from an insane person trying to murder me?

You should've seen the other guy.

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?

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.

Mrs. Whitly, you're all done.

Thank you, Doctor.

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

Um...

I'm gonna stay here for a minute.

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...

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.

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?

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

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

Bright.

They found the ambulance.

Two dead EMTs inside.

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.

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. - 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.

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.

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.

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!

All right, everyone,

let's get to work.

- 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.

Sorry. Can I trouble you for an aspirin

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.

No.

Smoke and mirrors.

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.

Ah.

Mm, it's vodka.

My hero.

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.

Hello, my son.

Finally ready to confess?

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.

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.

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