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

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, 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.

- What happened at Claremont?
- The Surgeon.

He escaped.

Where are you?

Talk to me.

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.

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.

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, 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.

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, 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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

with you!

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.

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!

You're done. Go.

I reinforced all exterior
locks and have officers

- posted outside.
- Thank you.

Couldn't they have
sent someone less senior

- to do all this?
- 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?

In her room, pacing
around like a windup toy.

She's had this
weird energy all day.

We've all got it.

It'll be over soon, I promise.

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.

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, 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.

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

- Hello?
- Is this the whore

Jessica Whitly

who let her husband kill

23 people?

Please remove me from this list.

Thank you.

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

Did you hear?

No.

But I am a detective.

And

I get a call like
that once a week.

- Because of...
- Of what happened.

It's awful, JT.

I'm so sorry.

Yo, I got my badge!

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?

I don't know.

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

Marshal Ruiz, I
owe you an apology.

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?

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?

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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?

Now that we know that you have,

um, certain
psychopathic tendencies...

What are you talking about?

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

Although,

killing someone does
kind of tip the scales.

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

Ambitious.

Maybe,

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.

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?

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.

So, what can I do?

Can I change?

Why would you? Who
wants to be average?

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.

If you can master that, my dear,

the world is your oyster.

We've been gaslit for years.

And we didn't deserve it.

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.

You-you should
have seen yourself.

Covered in apples,
just bopping along

as you sang "Funky Kingston"

all the way back.

God.

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.

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.

Hey there.

Good afternoon.

Is there a Doris Stevens here?

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.

Listen, this could
be a dead end,

and I'll get to make
fun of my partner

the whole ride home, but

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.

Stevens Family Orchards.

That's you, right?

Come on.

You're joking.

What's in the barn, 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?

'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.

Can I get a screwdriver?

Thank you.

Whoa.

I've never seen that before.

What's that?

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.

Marshal Ruiz, we
think we've found them.

I know. We're outside.

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?

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.

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.

I will always

be right here.

Okay.

I'm sorry, kid.

They're going to kill him.

Go, go, go! That's him!

Target spotted. Don't move!

Get down. Get down!

Target's on the ground.

Which target? Who's down?

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

Anyone, report.

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

Family's okay.

All hostages
cleared and secured.

Hector, where's The Surgeon?

Where's my father?

Martin?

He was never with us.

Never even made
it to the ambulance.

What?

What about my place?

And the phone, and...

That's his plane out there!

He gave us instructions.

Planned it all out for us.

Guess he had other
plans for himself.

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

He's still out there.

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?

That he wanted me to find him.

I know it sounds ridiculous.

No.

It's not.

He's your father.

No.

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

I'm never gonna
forget that again.

Are you...?

Fired?

Yeah.

Not that I should be surprised.

You're right.

Martin Whitly ruins
every person he meets.

Don't worry, Malcolm.

I believe in karma.

And I'm sure someday soon,

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

Quiet now.

Here we go, darling.

We're almost free.

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