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Any trouble planting
the evidence, Mr. Kreese?

Should turn up in his office
within 36 hours.

I don't think
this one's going to work.

The guy's clean.

Now.

Our friend the state's attorney
is clean now,

but he did a stint
in juvenile detention,

another in drug rehab.

All we have to do is add a whiff
of scandal

and let the media
follow the trail

all the way back
to those old sins.

But who cares?

The public loves him.

The public has been lied to,
Mr. Kreese.

Told all their lives
they can have the good life,

but no one ever gets it.

Every year,
they work a little longer,

and their house
is worth a little less,

their retirement fund
gets a little smaller.

And when the people get upset,

they start looking
for someone to blame,

someone they can take down.

The public has to love him,

otherwise, none of this works.

Only our heroes fall,
Mr. Kreese.

The rich and powerful
take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes, bad guys
make the best good guys.

We provide...leverage.

So, this 13-year-old
future State's Attorney

steals a concession worker's
uniform,

we go from food stand
to food stand

telling them that
we've run out of franks

in the right-field bleachers --
It works.

And they never caught on?
No.

Only after we had scammed
more free food

than we'd eat in a season.

I remember they asked us
for our ticket stubs.

Which, by the way, we didn't have

because we hopped the turnstiles.

he says, "Who do you think taught us
to hop the stiles in the first place?"

I've never tried to hide
how bad things got for me

when I was a kid.

But I put the drugs behind me,

walked a straight line ever
since -- swear on my mother.

Okay.

So...

So, this guy,
Reed Rockwell --

Professional career assassin.

He represents your opponent
in the next election.

He sends you these photographs
along with a note.

Then the next day,

an aide finds a bottle
of Vicodin in your office.

It wasn't mine.

Okay.

I broke an ankle playing ball
with my kids a few years back.

I wouldn't even take the
painkillers the doctor prescribed.

But now all this character
Rockwell has to do

is file a lawsuit
against you --

anything --
a fender-bender...

And then the aide has to
come forward about the Vicodin,

and these photographs --
real or fake --

come out in discovery.

Legal blackmail.
It's elegant.

It's, uh, it's wrong,
is what it is.

Can I have another...

Coming right up, sir.
Thanks. Do you want some?

There you go.

Sometimes I don't know
who's done more

for the people
around here, Nate --

you or me.

Well...

I need you now.

I don't know what to do.

Go home, Ed.
I got this.

I'm going to get my team to bury
this guy Rockwell.

You got my word.

Rockwell is bulletproof.

Of course.
The man is all about C.G.

I mean, maybe -- maybe --

you can get some quality C.G.
in a still-frame,

but when I lay down my ten-fifty
old-school practical --

Stop -- stop with
the "Star Trek" stuff again!

"Wars"!
Damn it, it's "Star Wars."

And -- and that C.G.I. Yoda
they used in the prequels

is an insult
to the puppet they --

You know what, man?

It's not even worth discussing.
You're the only one discussing it.

I kind of like
C.G.I. Yoda.

Hey, Hardison, what do we got
on this guy Rockwell?

Look, Parker, just tell him
what he wants to hear.

Did my ears...

All right, Nate.
We're scraping rock bottom here.

This guy does crisis P.R.,

and the whole thing's done
on the whisper.

He doesn't just defend
his clients,

he attacks their enemies --
by any means necessary.

Creating dirt
where he can't find any.

Okay, but, guys, I mean, we've
done this kind of thing before.

Video, photo frame-ups...

Not like this, Nate.

This man is like
a ninja assassin.

He's turned it into an art form.

We're talking politicians,
Hollywood starlets,

even cheating spouses.

You know, word is,

Rockwell made his bones
a few years back

by taking down a congressman.

You see, the rep received
some serious praise

for the speech that he gave

that introduced a bill
in D.C., right?

Rockwell, the genius that he is,

goes and writes
a fake political essay,

back-dates it,

and then bribes a clerk
to file it

in the Library of Congress.

Rockwell leaks the news

that the rep plagiarized
the essay,

the bill dies, and so does
the congressman's career.

Well, he knew that no one
in D.C. was gonna admit

to not having read that essay,

and how the public
were gonna respond.

Yeah, and how to manipulate the media.
Oh, yeah.

Rockwell's brilliant.
He's ruthless.

Stone-cold solid.

It's a shame
we got to take the man down.

I'd almost consider making him
a part of the team.

Yeah, uh, Rockwell has his boot
on my friend's throat, Hardison.

I said, "almost."

Listen, what do we know
about him personally?

Nothing.

His online footprint
is scrubbed clean.

Website
has an e-mail box,

the corporate website --
that's it -- no phone.

Only way I found
the office address

was by tracing back

some old business-license
application.

Yeah, we can tell you where
he gets his morning coffee.

- That's about it.
- This is no good.

Well, the usual play
on a guy like this

is to ruin his reputation,

you know, undermine
his credibility.

Yeah, but he has
no reputation, so...

This guy's a ghost, Nate.

He operates like we do.

His clients are by referral,

and he stays in the shadows.
How we supposed to take this guy down?

The same way we would destroy me.

I mean, what we're
really asking here is,

how would I destroy myself?

Yeah, and you can't say
"booze." Hmm.

If somebody lives in the shadows,

you want to bring them
into the light.

I mean, what if we made
this guy...famous?

No. Bad idea.
We shouldn't do that.

Nate's right.

It's a siren song.

Who do we know that can resist
the warmth of the spotlight?

We give him
just one little taste.

First of all, we don't even know
how this guy's gonna react, okay?

And say, what if
it does blow up, huh?

What if we get too close
to the spotlight?

Look, Nate, we already got
enough unwanted attention,

a la somebody listening in
on the apartment.

Okay, here's the plan.

We are not gonna take
Rockwell down.

We are gonna build him up.

We're gonna turn him into a hero.

We'll then find all the grimy
little secrets that he has,

and then we are going
to discredit him,

and no one will ever trust

what he has to say
about Ed Kelley.

Parker!

I'm not gonna be able to unhear
that "C.G.I. Yoda" thing.

Cut me deep, woman.
That cut me deep.

I can resist the spotlight,
by the way.

Of course you can.

Never see you taking
any kind of victory lap

after you've pushed us all
to the edge,

or sticking around to gloat

over the bad guy
being dragged away.

Hmm. Is that sarcasm?

A mild amount.

Hey! Hey!
Give me the purse.

Give me the purse, lady,
and nobody gets hurt.

Hey!
That's my paycheck!

Give me the purse.
Give me the purse.

And my mother's medicine!
Help!

Hey, leave her alone!

Really?

Stop.

Good job.

My baby!
My baby!

Help! Help!

Huh?

Ooh.

Wonder if that comes
in a higher heel.

I choked on a hot dog.

On...purpose.

And Rockwell was checking
his e-mail,

and some huge dude
came over and...

I-I got heimlich'ed.

Yeah, all right.
All right, listen, guys.

This is gonna be harder
than we thought.

Who the hell shops here?

It's $3 a banana.

Coffee, sir?

I don't think so.
Oh.

Hey, Nate.

Can I just reiterate that I have

almost no frame of reference

for what I'm being asked
to do here?

Okay, both feeds are up.

Hardison, you're gonna be fine.

And...here he comes...

Right on schedule.

20 seconds, Hardison.

Uh, medium half-caf
Indonesian civet,

with soy milk.

Great.
Just one moment.

Okay, Hardison, you're up.

All right, everybody chill out.
Just relax.

Aah!
Everybody calm down. Hey, hey!

Shut up.
Chill. Relax.

Sir, go back to eating
your scone.

Everybody just cool out.

Everybody calm down.

Be cool.

You can go home with a story
to tell your grandkids.

Sir, please get back.
Back up. I'm not playing.

Now, look here.
It's gonna go like this. A'ight?

Money in the bag.
You know how it goes.

Or I'm gonna start cappin'
fools. I'm not playing.

Nate, I told you
you should have let me do this.

Come on, now. Faster.

You taking your time?
You're gonna get us all killed!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What's up, cat?

Okay, Hardison, you've got to
get him away from the door.

- Where you going? - Just let me get out
of here with my coffee, man.

I'm sorry, I thought I'm the one
that had the gun up in here.

W-what is this?
What is -- Mmm.

Moving into position.

This is disgusting.
Sir, get your ass on.

Get your ass.

Should shoot you
for your bad taste. Come on.

Looks like I got me a little
hostage for when the popo come.

How you want it, man --
east coast, west coast?

Hardison, don't hurt him.

You don't --
you don't want me.

I want you.

No, no, no. You don't want me.
When the cops get here,

they see you got a male
hostage -- no one's gonna care.

Who's gonna watch that on the evening news,
man? You -- you want her.

Huh?

I'm telling you -- she'd make
a much better hostage than me.

They'll be falling all over themselves
giving you whatever you want.

You want her as a hostage.

She'd make a much better hostage --
What?! No!

Okay, Hardison.
Hurt him as much as you like.

Eliot, now!

Okay, we got it.

Hardison,
when you finish your jog,

I want you to scrub the footage.

I want to see his face
clear as a bell.

Sophie, you stay with him.
Stay in his pocket.

We got to get him to stick
around and sign some autographs.

Uh, Nate?

What?
He's taking off.

This guy's not a hero.

No.

He's the only thing
better than a hero.

He's a mystery.

Unh!

Now, that is a practical
special effect.

No computer-generated cheat.

That's something the audience
can really invest in.

Oh, you see that?

Boss move, ain't it?

What do we got on the web?

Whoa! 320,000 hits?

Mm-hmm.

And that's just in a few hours,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'm fixing to add another zero
to that by tonight!

How?

Well, you see,

in order to share our video

with people all over
the virtual world,

you first have to be confirmed
as somebody's friend

or contact...

Unless you're me.

Security was a holy terror,

but I managed to upload a worm
that will backdoor this

dummy profile
into users' friend lists

and expand this network
at a geometric rate.

Mm.

So, "underhill24601"...

Just made
11 million friends today.

Yeah.
I'm -- I'm still...

This man saved my life.

Reports are in about a
rare instance of true heroism,

where a man foiled
an armed robbery

in a local coffee shop.

Mr. Rockwell, sir,
you're on the news.

...Who is this
as of yet unidentified hero?

This "Venti Vigilante,"
as he's being called...

It's a mistake. Turn it off.
Get back to work.

Though our sources here at WODC

are still searching high
and low to track him down.

Hey, hey. That's him.

Oh, hey, man.
That's the guy.

Come on.

Go ahead.

Go on, yeah.

A medium half-caf
Indonesian civet,

with soy milk --

On the house.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey. Hey! You.

I know you.

Yeah, man, I know this guy.

You're -- you're a hero.

Ha ha ha!

Really? The slow clap?
Yeah. Yeah, man.

That's stupid.
I got them all the time in high school.

You didn't get one of those
in high school? For jackass of the year?

...The man who,
at great risk to himself,

disarmed and chased off
a masked gunman...

My friends over there
said you're famous.

Is that true?

Are you a drummer or something?

- No. - Or are you one of those
big Internet-company guys,

like the kids in that movie?

Um, you might have seen me
on the...TV.

Oh, TV star.

Squee.

My friends are throwing a party
this weekend.

Call me.

Okay.

Cheers.
Mm.

Now. Call me now --

So I have your phone number
in my phone.

You're not dialing.
Ooh.

Oh. Got it.

I think I'm getting better
at this.

I'm cloning Rockwell's cell
right now.

Good work, girl.

I didn't even stab him.

Yeah.
We are so proud of you.

Uh...No-stabbing wednesdays --
new tradition.

Thank God for an appointment.

Maybe we can get back to life
around here.

What business is he in?

I'm in the household-name
business, Mr. Rockwell.

Just a sec.

Yeah, uh, cancel it.

Congresswoman ends up on my schedule one
more time, I'm gonna have to fire you.

Gotta go.

Gillis. Henry K. Gillis.
How do you do?

All right.

Nothing to worry about.

A little rough around the edges,

but we can work with that.

You're a media consultant.

Same line of work as you are,

except I build people up.

Nobody better at it than me.

Then why have I
never heard of you?

Well, the same reason
I've never heard of you

until I turned on my TV
last night --

Careful design.

Laws, sausages,
and celebrities, kid.

A lot easier to control
the spotlight

when you're not standing in it.

Well, then, with all
due respect, Mr. Gillis...

Oh!

...Why would I want to be
standing in it?

Mr. Rockwell,
one question!

Thank you. Thank you.
You got no choice.

What are you up to now,
2 million YouTube hits?

I mean, this thing --
it's not gonna go away.

Now, the media, they're gonna
hound you day and night --

you know that,
we both know that --

until you give them something,

or they'll make something up
on their own.

Now, listen.

I know you, Rockwell.

You can't be satisfied
just standing

just outside
the spotlight forever.

Nobody ever is.

These people that you take down,

they don't deserve
their wealth, their fame --

You do.

You're better than they are.

Don't abandon
this opportunity --

This opportunity to step
out of the shadows

and onto the stage.

Trying to convince a man
to step onto the third rail.

Without getting too close
to it himself.

Your public wants to meet you.

That's because
you're gonna tell them

I'm someone they want to meet.

The public will buy any lie
we push on them.

They still believe the good life
is out there.

Look, I'll tell you what.
Why don't you give me a week?

Let me show you what I can do.

You know, I already got you
booked on "Washington Week."

That's not even
the highest-rated

political show in its slot.

Three stages, my friend --
pundit, sage, and guru.

"Washington Week"
is fertile ground.

You make a splash,

you drop some
controversial comments.

I mean, you do that
on the highest-rated show,

you know, the hair-dos,

they'll be coming after you
guns a-blazin'.

This way, I gain some traction.

You gain some traction.
Exactly.

Now, you play this right,

pick every punch,

we're gonna ride this wave
all the way to the top.

You are gonna be swimming
in a river of money.

Just don't give them
your best stuff

until we --
we get the 7-figure book deal.

Are you with me so far?

Because...I would like

to start this off with a bang.

Now, my team has already
secured an auditorium --

standing room only,
place is packed --

to listen to you tonight

give a motivational speech
on ordinary heroism.

We do?

Oh, yeah, just as soon

as you get a place
and clear it out.

Run a background check
on Gillis here.

I want to know everything.

He's in.

Background check -- got it.
Nate, we're on it.

All right. Do this right, guys,
we got him.

We're right on the verge.

I mean, you know, he took the bait.

I mean, it's the only way
to fix Ed Kelley's whole --

Wait. You're not doing this
for Ed Kelley.

You're pushing this hard
'cause of Rockwell.

You know, you want to do
a confidential client list,

phone records, and financials.

Nate, I got it.

He works from the shadows
deciding who to take down,

convinced he's making the world
a better place,

implying a certain
moral superiority

over his victims.

Any of this sound like someone we know?
That's good!

But, no, you got all that right,

but I think
you want to be careful

you don't make me
a little bit too --

Hey, look, if there's nothing
embarrassing for him to find on you,

it makes you look like
you're not for real.

I know, but here's the thing.

You are saying that I helped
the dictator of Mogutu

rise to power.

He committed genocide, Hardison.

Problem?

Apparently not.

Don't get so focused on him,

you forget the bigger game.

We all know
that fame's a monster,

and here you are poking at it
with a stick.

Uh, Eliot, Parker,
how we doing on the seminar?

Well, it takes time, Nate.

There's over 100 motivational
speeches in Boston every day.

Like "Emotion is Your Friend."

Ooh! That's good.

"Aspire or Expire."

This woman right here --

She talks for two hours

about all the things
she misses doing with her kids

on an average day.
Look.

Why, did they die?

No. No. They just...went to college.

All right, stop.
Stop.

Back away from the brochures.

Back away from the brochures!

Guys, guys, guys.
Can we please speed this up?

Time is a factor here.

Well, what do you
want me to do, Nate? Huh?

How's this guy gonna play
to a crowd that shows up for...

"You can't love him until you love you"?

We should go to that one, anyway.

Well, the guy we're clearing out

was a fireman for 43 years

and just donated a kidney
to his best friend.

We're not gonna hurt him.

I'm just saying, it's lucky
we don't believe in hell.

Nate believes in hell.
Shoot, I believe in hell.

Oh, yeah.

Mr. Jamison!

What an honor!
Ah. Hello.

80 years old

and still saving lives.

This way, please.
Oh.

Ah, just right through here.

Come on, let's go.

Where's my speech?

The auditorium
is through here, Mr. Jamison.

I have to warn you --
the lights are gonna be very, very bright.

You're not gonna be able
to make out any of the faces

in the auditorium, but just
pick a spot on the back -- Ooh.

On the back of the wall,

and just let it rip.

Ooh.

Ladies and gentlemen --

Wow, what a fantastic turnout.

Thank you so much for coming.

I give you the man who...

did something that...

made a difference!

Hello.

Oh, my.

It's terribly bright.
I can't see any of you.

All right, Hardison,
how'd that speech come out?

Oh, it's some of my finest work.

How is he?

Well, building people up
isn't exactly his thing.

All right, Rockwell.
Hey.

Listen.

Now, this is not some
corporate snoozer

with a bunch of
bored-to-tears executives.

These people paid good money
to be inspired.

What am I supposed to do
with this?

"You can be a hero, too."
Who the hell wrote this crap?

Excuse you?

Let's see you do better
on such short notice.

People are just ungrateful.

Listen. Do you have any idea
why these people are here?

Do you have any idea why
everybody wants a piece of you?

Because everything you ever
wanted in your life

is at your fingertips right now!

The good life.

This "crap" -- this is how
you get what you want.

Everything you want
is in front of this audience...

...Reed Rockwell.
...right now.

Recognition,

validation --

those are the things
that are gonna fill that hole

that is somewhere deep
inside you,

take away the pain.

Now, you go out there
and take it!

...I give you
the Venti Vigilante.

I...

I...I-I don't even know
what I'm doing up here.

I just...

I-I didn't have my caffeine yet
one morning, and...

Well...

You can be a hero, too.

We -- we all like to think
that when we find ourselves

in the heat of danger --
the moment of truth --

when we have to make a decision
and act,

that we will rise
to the occasion,

but I'll let you in
on a little secret.

I wasn't sure that I could.

We all have phenomenal
capacities to do good,

to make the world
a better place --

more than we give ourselves
credit for.

I'm the one with the cameras
pointed at me, but...

There's heroism everywhere,

in each and every one of you.

We can all be heroes.

Thank you.

Wow.
They love him.

Even better than that,
Nate --

the amount of tweets
and status updates

that have come in
since the speech --

they're talking about him.

How'd I do?
Masterful!

Better than I ever dreamed.

I'm telling you,

we're gonna go on
to the next step now.

News interviews,
um, everything --

but no time to waste.

Now, I'm gonna set up meetings --
Nate.

Oh. Yeah. I'm talking
to my client right now.

Hey, tell him that
"Washington Week" called.

Yeah.

Listen, something huge
is going on.

I'm working
on something really big.

So I'm gonna work the phones
for about an hour.

Why don't you go to the office?

And I'll meet you there
in about an hour.

Okay, what can I do?

What you can do is start jotting
down things for your memoir.

The Venti Vigilante

has been identified
as Reed Rockwell...

Hey. Phones are ringing
off the hook.

The Globe wants to do
an interview with you.

Corporate speaking gigs
are lining up.

And CNN would like to do a story.

They want to bring you in
end of the week.

You know, we can just do
a background check

and kind of, you know, wait for
the YouTube hits to pile up.

Background check?

Oh, yeah, nothing to worry about.

They just want to bring you in,
see if they like you,

put you on tape,
that kind of thing.

Good day's work.

...Rockwell's manager,
Henry K. Gillis,

released a statement

praising his client's
heroic deed.

Morning, Hardison.

Ah.

We're in the homestretch.

We're going to take this guy
to the national level,

create and leak

falsified evidence against him.

And we'll take him down hard.

Nate...

Rockwell just withdrew 25 grand

from his account in small bills.

Why would he need
so much hard cash?

Don't know.

It doesn't sound like
a positive development.

What do you want us to do?

Follow the money.

Why wouldn't you let me drive?

This is my car.

All right, Nate.
We just got off at Lowell,

about 20 minutes out.

Tailing Rockwell's friend
with the suitcase full of money.

Hometown?

Rockwell's not from Lowell.
He's from Methuen.

Went to Tenney.

Illegitimate kid.

Or Reed used to be Rita.

What?
We were all thinking it.

Really? That's like the line right there,
and you just cartwheel --

Could have been a woman.
All right, guys, guys, guys, guys.

So we have no idea
what Rockwell's up to here.

Hey, I wonder
if Nate still thinks

he's got all the angles
of this fame thing covered.

You know, Sophie, I can hear you.

Really?

- Go away. I'm going to call the cops.
- Mr. Rockwell --

Okay.

There's a woman in a trailer

who's arguing
with Rockwell's thug.

I think this is gonna get
physical in about 30 seconds.

Open the door -- Now!

Get out of my house!

Who the hell are you?

Neighborhood watch.

Eliot, let him go.

Until that guy showed up
on my front steps,

I hadn't heard from
Reed Rockwell in forever.

How did you know him?

He grew up a couple towns over.

He dated a girl from my class.

Night of the prom,
me and my boyfriend, P.J.,

were in a car
with Reed and this girl Missy,

all blitzed out of our mind.

And we got into an accident...

And Missy was killed.

I wonder why he's trying
to buy her silence.

This is all that comes
up about the accident.

Wasn't even mentioned
in the Globe, only local papers.

Rockwell's worried
about a background check.

Rockwell -- he knows how to prey
on people's dark secrets,

'cause he has one himself.

I think that Rockwell
was driving the car

and afterwards,
made it look like he wasn't.

Rockwell the one driving?

I swear.
I even took a picture...

Of everybody from the backseat

after we left the party.

But he was never arrested.

No.

I don't understand what happened.

When I took the camera
to the police

a couple of days later,

the negative showed P.J.
In the driver's seat.

What? It works.

P.J. went to jail
for vehicular manslaughter.

And Reed Rockwell went free.

P.J. would have never
been driving that car

if he had been drinking.
You have to be--

He had a wrestling scholarship
waiting for him at B.C.

He was talking about proposing.

I've been trying to tell
the cops this

for the last 14 years.

Okay, we got it.

Now, here, Rockwell
is in the passenger's seat,

and he's smiling.

Hardison, is there any way

that Rockwell could have
doctored the film negative?

We're talking
prehistoric technology.

He'd have to switch out
the entire roll,

put in a new one
with the same pictures,

except the one he changed.

It's epic but not impossible.

Nate, this girl's
got almost nothing.

You didn't take the money, Emma.

I don't want anything
from Reed Rockwell.

He sends a guy here with 25k...

...Trying to get me to stay
quiet about the accident.

I told him to get lost.

Look, thanks for...talking to us.

Yeah.

You guys know Rockwell?

Is he famous or something?

We're gonna make sure of it.

Okay, I want you two to go get
the doctored film negative

from the police evidence archive.

Do whatever you have to do.
Just get it.

Oh, man.

Can you find the ark
of the covenant back there?

How am I supposed
to find anything?

I don't know.

Afternoon, ma'am.
How you doing?

I'm writing a piece

for the Police Gazette, right?

On the unsung heroes
of the justice system.

The civilians like yourself

who keep the archives
from...catching fire.

Will you be needing
any photographs

for your piece, mister...

Par...dison --
"Pardison" is my name.

That's Pardison --
it's Swahili. Um...

I've noticed

that you have
a very unconventional

filing system for your archive.

So, where would one
such as myself

find, like,
a-a prosecutor

from the late '90s, like a...

'90s...
...Tom Randall?

Oh, him!

I keep him right back there.

Back -- back -- him --
He's in the southeast corner?

In...

What was that,
Mr. Pardison?

I didn't sa-- I said --
I said what you said.

Him -- he's in
the southeast corner?

Oh, dear.

Ha! It's dusty.

Caught the back of my throat,

right up in there,
right up in there.

You know what?

I-I think I'm gonna
actually go ahead

and get some pictures,

to -- Yeah.

So, all right.
You take care.

A-all right.

All right.
All right. Bye-bye.

All right.

We can still make this work.

I don't know why I'm sitting
here listening to a new plan.

Well, the first one's
not going all that well.

This playing-with-fame thing --
it's reckless.

You're not controlling the mark.

All right,
we're operating without a net.

Somebody's gonna get hurt.

Eliot, why don't you just
take the rest of the job off?

Consciously or not,

I think you look at Reed Rockwell

and see everything
you hate about Nathan --

Any way I can get you
to not finish that thought?

Every time something goes wrong,
you push harder,

and now you're pushing
to ruin Rockwell so hard,

you're going to end up
ruining yourself.

Maybe that's what
you're trying to do.

Nate...

I think he developed

and then took a new shot
of every picture on the roll.

The one he alters right here
in the middle, man --

I mean, the tech at the time
was primitive at best,

but it's really a seamless job.

Just skip to the last page,
please.

We're not gonna be able
to nail Rockwell for the car accident.

What do you mean it didn't work?

How the hell did you
screw this up?!!

There was somebody with her.

Somebody?

He -- he beat me up

with the screen door.

What?!

Is that girl's life really
only worth $25,000, Reed?

How's about 14 years of prison
for my man?

That part of the payoff?

See, after your friend left,

I started looking through
some things from back then,

and I found a picture
you may have missed.

Pretty sure it's worth more
than 25k.

Tell me what figure
you had in mind.

How's about 250?

Or what?

Or you go to the local news.

Or I talk to the first reporter
who will take my call.

Do you have any idea

who you're screwing with?

I'll be in an old Buick.

You wait for me under the bridge.

You got one hour.

And it better be you
personally, Reed.

Climb into the back of the car,

hand over the money --

I hand you the evidence,
you get out of the car.

Simple as that.

Very good.

You did great.

He's all yours, Nate.

Looks like I missed something.

Calm down, Rockwell.
Use your words.

If there's a problem,
we'll fix it.

I'm being blackmailed!

This bitch I knew
half a lifetime ago --

14 years -- she just...

I-I was in a car accident
in high school.

This girl I know got killed.
We were all drunk.

I was not the one driving.
I swear to God.

But the cops came.

I was still on the scene.

And now -- now --

This girl who was in the car
with us wants 250 grand...

...or she's gonna go public

and say that I was the one
at the wheel.

Uh-huh. Wow.

That's really something.

Look.

Look, I-I already
tried to make this go away.

Not hard enough.
Sit down.

We are at the goal line here,
Rockwell.

Now, you can't afford to have
a scandal like this.

We both know
that it doesn't matter

if it's trumped up or real.

Look.
This request...

for the $250,000...

maybe it's not such a bad thing.
What?

W-what are you
talking about?

Comparatively,
it is a lot of money,

but it means that the girl
doesn't want to string this out

over a bunch of payments.

She wants to take the money now
and disappear.

Okay? You both win.

No, Gillis...

She wins.

I'm out $250,000!

I wouldn't worry about that.

I mean, look,
you'll make that money back

in a month of
speaking engagements, you know,

one week of book signings.

Don't worry about that.
The thing is this --

you are now...

You're not in the shadows
anymore, Rockwell.

Okay?

You are -- you are
at the whim of the media.

And we both know what they'll do
with a story like this.

No way I'm letting that bitch
get away with this.

She gives me her evidence,
I get out of her car...

...you make sure this is over.

Take the land rover.
You got it.

Long time, Emma.

Just hand over the photo.

Hey. Hey!
What are you doing?

What the...
Where the hell are we going?!

To get the evidence.

I wasn't stupid enough
to bring it with me!

Just pull the damn car over!

This is amateur crap.

Wait. Wait,
I know you from the --

I've seen you before.

I -- What the hell
is going on here?!

Oh, my God.

Oh, not again.

Not again.

Not again.

Where the hell are you, Kreese?

I'm back at the office.

Give me a call the second you...

Evening, Mr. Rockwell.

Why are you trying
to deny this, Mr. Rockwell?

Because I didn't cause
any accident.

I was the victim.

I just got finished telling you.

What, did you pull that badge
out of a cereal box?

Give me the keys.

Any interest in changing your
statement there, Froot Loops?

- What is this?
- Oh, those are your phone records, Rockwell.

Which show dozens
of calls and texts

to the number of that girl

who was in that car
you just smacked up.

Call me now --
so I have your phone...

Oh. Got it.

I'm cloning Rockwell's cell
right now.

Cute little blond girl
like that --

What, were you stalking her?

See, what we're getting at here

is called intent.

I was -- I was not
stalking that girl.

I-I hardly knew her.

The only reason I was in her car

is 'cause she was trying to
blackmail me. I swear to God!

Blackmailing you?
Yes.

For this drunk-driving accident
14 years ago.

No, I wasn't at fault!

For which accident?!
Neither!

You guys have --
my briefcase.

Get my briefcase.
There's 250 grand in there.

It's the payoff money.

It'll prove
that she was trying to extort --

Would that be this briefcase?

Wait. How...

Sleep tight, my man.

I-I...

No. No, no, no.

This evidence has been
digitally altered!

This is not the real photograph.

I-I...

Tell me about it.

State's Attorney Kelley
personally oversaw

the Lowell native's release

after spending the last 14 years

behind bars
for a crime he didn't commit.

Think they're happy now --

Wait till they see
what's in that briefcase

waiting at home for them.

Enough to fix their screen door.

Couple hundred thousand of them.

...Yet sadness over the death
of an innocent girl

- in the car accident...
- All right.

That led to his incarceration 14 years ago.
It was reckless.

It was worth it.

Yeah, this time.

Bet you're starting to like that
C.G.I. Yoda a little bit now?

Yeah, when he gives back
the childhood he stole from me.

Why don't you just ask me to
join the dark side? Go ahead.

"Well, Nate,
winning isn't everything."

You know, for a while there,
you were an honest man.

And then for a while,
you were a thief.

Yeah, maybe I'm both.

You can't be both.

I'm just not sure at this point

which one I want to win.

Now to return to one
of the top stories tonight,

the shockingly brief
rise and fall

of Reed Rockwell,

whose foiling of a coffee-house
robbery on Tuesday

was overshadowed by his arrest
and subsequent confession.

New evidence suggests that
Rockwell was the driver

who caused the accident...

...That resulted in
P.J. Tiernan's incarceration

14 years ago.
Yeah.

Mr. Ford, that was a hell
of a piece of work.

The gentleman that was listening
in on my apartment, I presume.

Wiretaps without warrants
are a felony.

Listen, here's the thing.

We had some outstanding
contracts with Mr. Rockwell.

I don't suppose you'd consider
taking them on

for a substantial fee.

I don't work that way.

You honestly don't, do you?

You actually think
you're one of the good guys.

You care to talk this over
face-to-face?

Congratulations again.

Getting rid of scum
like Rockwell --

you made the world
a better place.

And information from
the original accident scene

states that Rockwell
was under the influence

of alcohol at the time.

And in a bizarre twist,

Rockwell was caught on
a local traffic camera tonight

causing yet another car accident.

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