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MAN: I'm telling you,
you're doing it wrong.

You ain't gonna
inflict any damage

with no flattened-out
magazine.

Roll it up nice
and tight, huh?

(whooshes) You want
to bring the hurt.

You ought to listen
to old Bunny.

Whatever it is you got going,
you want to need a guy like me.

See, this is why no
one likes you, man.

You too good to talk to
any one of us up here?

You ain't so big.

You better watch your back, son.

(pounding on door)
MAN: Virgil!

Making a call this week?

Turn it around.

Step away from the door.

(lock buzzes)

(grunts)

(guard gasping)

(guard gasping)

(thudding)

We're cool.

(keys jingling)

(latch clanks)

(door creaking)

(mutters, grunts)

(groaning)

(lock buzzes, clanks)

(gasping, groaning)

Man down in 14!

(alarm blaring)

(shouting)

He's heading for C-block,

level two tiers!

He's heading to D-block!

Repeat-- Delta Block.
Heading west!

(alarm blaring)

(indistinct, distant shouting)

Whoa! How the hell did
he get past you guys?

Sergeant, confirm-- you said
D-block yard? Delta block?

Confirmed. How did you miss him?

(alarm blaring)

(siren sounding)

Ray, you're gonna want
to hear this.
What's up?

Get your asses in your civvies
and your nose in the case files.

Man, we ain't even here
three seconds.

Get that.

So I just heard
from Director Knox.

Should I have a seat
for this one?
He's been keeping

an eye on us, he likes the
way things are progressing.

He's been asking a lot of
pointed questions about you.

Did you know the human body
requires complex sugars

and soluble fats
for optimum performance?

Donuts have both.
So you're saying

donuts are good for us?
Yeah.

CHARLIE:
...Knox said

that if you keep delivering,
this could

get you back
in with the marshals.

Need something, Shea?

Boston creme.

So, what does this mean exactly?

Get back in?

They gonna reinstate me,
give me my badge and all?

Listen, Knox didn't give me

a timetable or anything.
He just said

if you keep
working hard...

So, it's like an attaboy
from the top brass.

That and two bucks
will get me on the subway.

Come on, let's get back to work.

Hey, hey! Stop being

a stubborn son of a bitch,
all right? This is a good thing.

All right?
All right.

CHARLIE:
Virgil Downing's

a notorious hit man.
Now his only conviction is

for murdering
a police commissioner

in Waterbury, Connecticut,
six years ago.

But he's suspected in three
dozen other contract killings.

And he doesn't
discriminate.

Judges, cartel leaders,
housewives--

one story has him pulling
a hit on a Mob boss' dog.

Aw, that ain't right.

Police commissioner didn't
bother you, but a Pekinese...

I'm partial to the
underdog, Ray,

not being a law enforcement
officer, such as yourself.

CHARLIE:
All right, this guy is Teflon.
I mean, he's highly skilled,

he's well prepared,
he's very cautious.

The only reason why

they caught him in Waterbury
was because his appendix

busted while he was
fleeing the scene.

They found him laid out with

the murder weapon
still on him.

Now, Virgil has
many aliases,

no known connection.

Prison bosses
haven't even figured out

how he slipped past
their response teams.

We do know that he kept
his money in offshore accounts,

which the FBI seized
after his arrest.

So, if he wants
to cross a border,

he's gonna have to
pick up some more work.

All right, we need
to catch this guy

before
he starts killing again.

If he's back in business,

then there's got to be
some way we can find him.

LLOYD: Okay, here's
what we do, guys.

We check out the yellow pages.

We look under H for hit man.

Next, we look
into Facebook.

CHARLIE:
Next, we send you

on the bus back to Rahway.

Let me say this again.

This guy's got over

three dozen
killings on his belt.

Says here he was the trigger

in that La Guardia
double in '03.

I have a CI who
knows something

about how
that one went down.

Want to give him a call?
Her.

Shea, let's take a drive.

(siren blaring)

(distant, indistinct
arguing and shouting)

(horn honks)

Your snitch is
blowing us off, Ray.

She'll be here, and
if she's a snitch,

what does that make you?

Yo, Ray, I ain't no snitch.

I am a confidential
informant.

A snitch is someone who
sells knowledge to the popo,

but a CI is someone
who trades

based on a mutual trust
and respect

with a specific
law enforcement officer.

Like me. I got in good
with the marshals.

(car door opening)
Ooh, sorry
I am late.

Oh. Whoa!

You ready to trade on our
mutual trust and respect?

You bet your boots
to a barn dance, Big Ray.

I don't believe
we've had the pleasure.

Chastity.
What's up, brah?

That Dombrowski brother
still have a thing for you?

My regular Tuesday-Thursday
for going on,

hmm, years now.
Oh, he is

into some weird--
You Italians are freaky.

He's Polish.
Hmm?

He's Polish.
Ends in a vowel.

Trust me, he's
a dumb Pollock.

Question is, is he
dumb enough to talk?

You get enough coke in him,
he won't do anything else.

He ever mention the
name Virgil Downing?

Trigger man? Mm-hmm. Oh.

You know that sick son
of a bitch shot a poodle?

Oh, you mean, Pekinese?

Pekinese, Japanese,

dirty knees, look at these.

Who cares?
He shot a dog.

That is a mess.

If someone wanted
to hire Virgil?

Oh, nobody's gonna hire him,
Big Ray. He's in prison.

He busted out yesterday.

Good for him,

but he ruined his rep
when he got caught.

He is persona
non grata.

That's old Italian
for unhireable.

But if your chatty friend
hired Virgil,

he must have
met the broker.

He got a name?

Well, aren't you something.

For somebody like Virgil,
you need a referral

just to get a referral.

I'm sorry, Big Ray.

This one's above
my pay grade.

But if you need anything else,

you know how to find me.

And I will see you around.

You stay warm,
good-looking.

Oh, you know I
keep it sizzling.

(laughs)

What did that
just get us, Big Ray?

Well, at least we know
Virgil won't be going back

to that line
of work anytime soon.

That's what that got us.

You should start
taking some notes.

Hey, I did.
Why she call you Big Ray?

'Cause I got a big heart.
What can I tell you?

Oh, that's what
you call it now?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Help!

Help! I need
some help!

(bystanders shouting)

MAN:
Help!

(bystanders shouting
in distance)

Whoa! Dude...

you scared
the crap out of me.

Aren't you a little young
to have a private office?

What is this?

This...

Holy sh...

It's for Genevieve.

The 3-D facial
imaging software

made Virgil Downing out.

I mean, he should have known
that a building that has a

federal regulatory office in it
would use these kind of cameras.

He probably didn't know
the cameras existed, Charlie.

He's prison-ignorant.

Cons can't keep up

with the latest
in gadgetry or anything else.

I just found out
Bea Arthur died.

LLOYD:
Hey, Ray.

Why do transplant
recipients always

prefer Republican's hearts?

Because they've
never been used?
Yeah.

That joke finally
make it to prison?

Sue me. I'm out of touch,
all right?

Erica just told me
about Bea Arthur.

It was devastating.

I'm telling you,
I know what I heard.

Charlie said, "Get you back
in with the marshals."

I mean, what else
could that mean?

It could mean anything, okay?

Maybe Ray's in the doghouse,
maybe Ray's on probation.

But he didn't
lose his badge.

He's in charge of a team
of U.S. marshals.

No, no, wait-- Charlie runs
the show, which makes no sense.

I mean, Ray's the one

with the field experience.

Why is he answering
to a desk jockey?

Everything Charlie
knows, he Goggled.

Googled. Googled.

You've never used
a computer, have you?

I mean, you
don't get it.
I get it.

Cops say Parker had a clean
record, no obvious enemies.

Shell casings.

Duster can't pull
a single print.

He left the casings behind?
That's pretty bold.

No, pretty smart, actually.
You wear gloves

to load your rounds,
you don't have to worry

about finding the casings

after the hit--
just walk away.

We should look in any
shootings since the escape,

where 22 long rifle
casings were found.

Parker's coworkers
are pretty upset.

Said he's a good guy
for a kid who came from

Wall Street money and got his
job through family connections.

CHARLIE: Maybe somebody
resented him for it?
I don't know

about that--
word out there is,

Virgil is unemployable.

Maybe this was
some personal vendetta.

(siren wailing in distance)

(knocking)

(woman speaking indistinctly
over headphones)

(man speaking indistinctly
over headphones)

(grunts)

SHEA:
Yo, Erica,

you know
Ray's not a marshal, right?

Of course he is;
he caught you two.

Exactly.
He was a marshal.

When I was at
Julianne's desk today,

I overheard him and Charlie
talking about...

LLOYD: Okay, w-what
does it even matter,

if he's a marshal?
Oh, you kidding me?

It means they're lying to us,

so what else are
they lying to us about?

Are we really getting
months off our bids?

How do we know
this for sure?

I see, I see,
here we go.

The Man's keeping us down,
right, hmm?

He invented the AIDS,
crack in the fried chicken.

Shut up, Lloyd.

Now he's taking our months.

Yeah, I know you really want
this situation

to be legit, Lloyd,

but we just
can't assume,

even if all your people
understand about oppression

is how to perpetuate it.

(clearing throat):
Okay.
Crack in the fried...

ZANCANELLI:
New Haven police

just caught a
home invasion--

print-free .22
casing left behind.

Same brand used at
the Parker murder.

ZANCANELLI:
"Emuby," uh...

What kind of name
is that, Lloyd?

Emuebie Okafor, and
clearly he's Scottish.

(chuckles)
He's Nigerian.

All right, well, the Nigerian
was a grad student

who was studying
bioengineering.

Now, that's a far cry from
a Wall Street golden boy.

CHARLIE:
Keep reading, Ray.

Nothing was disturbed or taken.

Okafor was killed
with a single shot to the chest.

That smells like a hit to me.

I guess we'll have to wait
till you get the forensics
on the shell casing.

SHEA:
See?

Once Charlie gets them.

CHARLIE:
Jules, get on the
line with forensics

and lean on 'em
a little bit.

You got a
problem today?

Yeah, I guess I do.

I'm starting to wonder
if things around here

are what they seem,
like this deal we got going.

Is it for real?
It's backed by
the Marshals.

Why wouldn't it
be for real?

And you would know 'cause
you're a marshal, right,

like full-time?

Who do you think
you're talking to?

You know, I brought
you into this thing.

I can knock you
right back out.

You like your little
cush setup at Maybelle?

You keep running
your mouth

and I'll send your
ass back to Sing Sing

and let everybody know who
you been working for.

How does that sound?

All right, Ray...

I was just joking.

Didn't mean
to strike a nerve.

Unbelievable.

Emuebie Okafor

is a member
of the Nigerian royal family.

Are you sure?
Did you see his apartment?

Distantly related,
but still could be something.

Oh, please-- Africa?
Every goat herder in Abuja

lays claim to that crown.
JULIANNE:
Maybe because there's a lot

of history there.

It is the cradle
of civilization.

That's a really great
license plate slogan,

but how are things
going down there now?

Everybody got a full
tum-tum in Africa?

Hey, zip it, all right?

So if Virgil Downing
is struggling for work

and his reputation
is down the toilet,

maybe he's soliciting
work from overseas.
ERICA:
Parker's family

is from old money, and
that's royalty of some sort.

Maybe, maybe that's
the connection.

("Ace of Spades"
by Motorhead playing)

* Going for the high one

* Dancing with the devil

* Going with the flow

(needle buzzing)
* It's all a game to me...

Want to take
a little break?

No, man, a little bit
of pain never hurt me.

(alarm sounds in distance)

Bro, that sounds
like my ride.

* Seven or 11,
snake eyes watching you *

(alarm continues)

* Double up or quit,
double stake or split *

* The ace of spades,
the ace of spades... *

How's it going, Laird?

Who the hell are you?

This is for Genevieve.

Oh, no, please!

* You know I'm born to lose
and gambling's for fools *

(rattling doorknob)
* But that's the way I like it

* Baby, I don't wanna
live forever. *

I barely saw him, but yeah,
that might be the guy.
And the kid here?

Laird Lipinski.

I guess he wasn't royalty.

Three to the chest,
just like the Wall Street kid.

But the Nigerian student
was only shot once, right?

What difference does it make?
Forensics matched the casings.

We know it was Virgil
that killed Matooey.

Emuebie.
What am I,

a U.N. interpreter?
This much shitty ink,

he was trying
to cover something up,

like when a brother quits
a gang and can't afford

to laser off the tats.

Did you do some
cover-up work?

Yeah, that's all
my shitty ink there.

What was he trying
to hide?

Sigma Zeta Chi.

That's the baddest
gang on campus.

He doesn't seem
like the frat-boy type.

ZANCANELLI:
What happened?

I think he just hated

the whole Newington
College deal.

Hold up.

Our banker boy went
to Newington.

Parker Bancroft was in Sigma
Zeta Chi with Laird Lipinski,

but only for a couple
of months

before Laird left school
in '07.

Right after Laird
was tried and acquitted

as an accessory
to rape.

ZANCANELLI:
Accessory?

Who was charged
with the actual rape?

Was it Parker?
JULIANNE:
No way to be sure.

The name of that defendant
was withheld

because he was under 18
at the time.

ERICA: If it was Parker,
then we need to be looking

at his accuser.
These guys got off, right?

Maybe, maybe there's
a really angry girl

out there
that's looking

for justice,
the kind Virgil Downing

can deliver.

The rape shield statute has
her name redacted as well.

I'll call my judge,

have him unseal
the court records,

but it might take
a couple of hours.

(rock music playing,
indistinct chatter)

What's going on?

Young minds realizing
their full potential.

SHEA:
Rape was five years ago, Ray.

Most of these cats
weren't even here.

Institutional
memory, Shea.

Upperclassmen pass on lore
to the lowerclassmen.

Somebody here knows
something about that rape.

Lap it up with your tongue,
you little bitch.

Yeah, get right in there.

(laughs)

Aren't you too old
to be hanging out

with these,
uh, knuckleheads?

If this is about
the blow-up dolls

on the front lawn, address all
complaints to campus security.

Now, if you mind,
get in there.

Show him
your badge, Ray.

Hey, how long you been
a student here?

Well, technically I graduated
a couple years ago.

So you knew Laird Lipinski?

What are you, a cop?

Yeah, U.S. Marshal,
actually,

and you're starting
to piss me off.

I did a whole semester
of pre-law. I know my rights.

Did you know Lipinski
was murdered today?

Huh?!

What?

No way.
Laird's dead?

So you know who he is.

You know about the rape
that happened here, too?

What rape?

Okay, all right, all right.
Hey, easy,

schoolboy.
(clears throat)

Let me tell you why

you should open up
to my colleague here.

Now, you have
three half-naked young men

on their knees,
lapping up fluids.

Now, as a board-certified
psychiatrist,

I can tell you, that is
a perfectly normal exploration

of relational
power dynamics.

It's also super-duper gay,
which is totally cool with me,

but unless you want us
to get a warrant

for your hard drive
and show your buddies here

all of that fun stuff we both
know you like to download...

Okay.

Okay.

(clears throat)

It was an alleged rape.

And all Laird did
was keep the lounge clear

while Parker closed the deal.

Parker Bancroft?

What about the Nigerian prince
Webhead Oakforest?

Emuebie Okafor.

Who's that, some other dude that
Krauss chick falsely accused?

We call that pulling a Krauss--

when you blame a guy
for something he didn't do.

Krauss-- that was her name?
Yeah,

Guinevere, Genevieve,
something like that.

Who cares?
She dropped out.

Jules, I got a name.

TV REPORTER:
...the surveillance software
not placed

fugitive killer Virgil Downing

at the scene
of Parker Bancroft's murder,

authorities say they may not
have been able to tie him

to Okafor's tragic slaying.
Police are still trying

to determine if there's
any connection between Okafor

and the other two victims.
(shatters)

Anyone with information
about Downing's whereabouts

is urged to come forward.

Stay warm, animals.

So, when you asked him
if he's a U.S. Marshal,

did he say yes?

Not exactly, but I'm
telling you, Lloyd,

you need to start
worrying about this deal,

'cause something
ain't right.

I think you're hearing
what you want to hear, Shea.

What I want to hear is
some kind of confirmation

that this deal
we got is legit.

(phone rings)

Hi, Julianne.

Genevieve Krauss?

Ray Zancanelli, U.S.
Marshals Services.

What's this about?

The defendants in
your rape trial

Parker Bancroft,
Laird Lipinski.

What about them?
They were murdered today.

We believe someone hired
a hit man to kill them.

You can imagine
how this all looks.

(scoffs) Yeah, but I didn't have
anything to do with it.

LLOYD:
Hey, Ray.

Excuse me one second.

Your dad work as a guard at
McCollum-Walker Penitentiary?

Yeah.

Well, the guy who killed
Bancroft and Lipinski--

he escaped from
your dad's prison.

I'm gonna need you
to grab your coat

and take a ride with us.

WOMAN (over television):
Speaking of urges,

the latest diet craze
out of Sweden lets you eat

whatever you want
while still shedding pounds.

The catch-- you have to eat
a serving of boiled cabbage

with every meal.

Yes, you heard that right--
boiled cabbage.

Oh, my God.
Not another word.

SHEA:
Check it out.

The escape makes our boy Virgil
look like some kind of magician,

but the fact is,
he just ran a hustle.

When I was a kid,
me and my boys decided

to throw a block party.

You know how we closed
off the streets?

We made a few traffic lights
go red the entire night.

City spent days trying
to figure out

what went wrong with their
fancy switching systems,

but all we did was swap out
the green bulbs for red ones.

The answer was right
in front of them.

They just didn't
know where to look.

Somebody rerouted
the camera signals

to make it look like
Virgil was in D-block

when he was really
going over a wall

in A-block.
So by "somebody,"

you mean someone
who had access

to the security
system.

(door opening)

Sweetheart, you okay?

Dad, what's this about?
Whole lot
of nothin'.

You sit tight
while these guys

waste my time
for a little while.

GENEVIEVE:
Okay.

I wish I knew how he got out.

I mean, he did a number
on a couple of our guys.

No, he did a number
on the inmate

that he killed.

He went easy
on your guys.

A little pepper spray,
a choke hold--

all full recoveries.

ZANCANELLI: You
helped Virgil Downing

escape so he could
settle the score for you.

I know what this looks like,
but I didn't

have nothing
to do with it.

I had no beef against that
African guy.

ZANCANELLI: Krauss, we know
how you got Virgil out.

Switching the video signals?

What do we
look like, idiots?

Guys, I can barely hook up
a DVD player.

So as soon as
Virgil Downing escapes

from your prison,

he goes after the guys

that are accused
of raping your daughter.

Why would Virgil do that?
Just out of the goodness

of his own heart?
Maybe he
thought I was

a stand-up guy and he
wanted to do me a favor.

Or he thought I was a jackass
and he wanted to frame me.

I don't know.
Says here

that you drained
your savings account

of $40,000 the week before

Virgil Downing escaped.

Was that the deal?
40 grand

plus you help
him escape?

I took that money

to Atlantic City.

And let me guess.

You lost all of it.

Casinos don't give you receipts.

Bullshit.

Krauss, look, I could
sympathize with you--

I got a daughter
around the same age--

but this,
this is wrong.

You got a daughter?

Yeah, I do.
Do you love her?

Do you squirrel away money
for her college education?

'Cause that's what
that 40 grand was.

That was Genevieve's
college fund.

I scrimped and saved for 17
years to send my kid to school.

17 years.

But she didn't get
to use it, now, did she?

No, my daughter's
education

ended the night that

those bastards attacked her.

So am I bothered

by the fact
that they're dead?
Hell, no, I'm not.

But I did not hire
Virgil Downing to kill 'em.

Tell us where

Virgil Downing is going next...

and we'll cut a deal with you.

Deals are for
guilty people.

Uh, that is my lawyer,

and if you got any more
questions, ask him.

'Cause I'm leaving.

Genevieve, let's go.

Hey, keep your
phone on, all right?

JULIANNE:
That's it?

We just gonna
let him go?

You know he's guilty, and
he's rubbing our noses in it.

Why don't we just arrest him?

So he could get bailed out,

and Stone, Lakefield & Birch
could tell us to go pound sand?

Jules, need you to call HQ and
have them put a tail on Cliff.

JULIANNE:
It's not gonna
do anything.

If Krauss has half a brain,

he's not gonna go within

100 miles of Virgil.

He might slip.

Reach out to local PD.

Have them go
door to door.

Someone might've
seen something, heard something.

I'll call Cliff's supervisor
at the penitentiary,

see if he can
tell us anything.

Any connection yet
to the Nigerian?

Virgil's a free agent; maybe
he's working another contract.

Great. So Virgil
could be anywhere,

about to take out anybody.
Look, just keep

your nose to the grindstone.
We're gonna get this guy.

I want to, believe me.

And when I do,

I get my one month off,

right?

Yeah.

When have you not?

See, that was
a dumb mistake.

Now the cops are
after my ass,

and I have no idea
what they know...

so I gotta hurry up.

And I hate to rush.

You know what
that's like, right?

Yeah.
Yeah? Saturday
night, the bar,

you got 'em three deep.

Now, imagine...
(sobs)

if you didn't take
the time to prep.

You'd-you'd be
in the weeds.

That's it.

I'm in the weeds.

(phone rings)

(beep)

Hey.

I'm...

I'm at the bar.
Listen,

I think there's
a bit of a gas leak.

So maybe...

maybe you could...
you should

come check it out.

(quietly):
Okay.

There. Now,
will you let me go?

Not quite yet.
(sobbing)

(clears throat)

Hey, really quick,
is Ray still a marshal?

What is that
supposed to mean?

It's a pretty
straightforward question.

Why do you guys
always do this?

Do what?

Look for ways to ruin

what, to me, seems like
a pretty good setup.

You want time off
your sentence,

just do your job.

You're right. Sorry.

Mm-hmm.

(phone rings)

U.S. Task Force.

(quietly):
He's totally not
a U.S. Marshal.

Hey, Charlie?

Uh, Krauss's supervisor
just called.

He's downstairs.

Virgil Downing escaped
on my watch, and I'm gonna get

to the bottom of this.

All right.
What do you got?

Devonne Dawkins,
inmate at McCollum-Walker.

This junkie won't be able
to help you in court,

but you'll want to hear
what he has to say anyway.

Yeah. Krauss and
that Virgil dude

took a little stroll one day,

had a little conversation,
whispering, conspiring.
Really?

And they said this
in front of you?

Nah, they thought
they were alone.

Had no idea
I was under the stairs.

What'd you hear?
DAWKINS:
Hold up.

What y'all gonna
hook me up with inside?

Say, is that
fresh coffee

I smell up there?
I'm gonna grab a cup.

I trust that
my prisoner

will be treated properly
in my absence.

Absolutely.

Hey, listen, Eminem...

Man, take a look at me.

You think you could
do worse than what
I get in that place?

I ain't here out of charity;
I got something you need.

(knocking)

Can I talk to him
for a second?

Thanks.

Our, uh, associate,
Bazooka Joe,

would like to have
a word with you.

Brother named Spark still
calling the shots up at Walker?

This here,
my brother...

is a 12-year-old
single-malt...

CHARLIE:
Yeah, it's mine.
Not anymore, partner.

The hack that
brought you here,

he's gonna
let you bring

this bottle back
on the inside.

Give it to Spark,

and you'll be untouchable.

Man, you're a con, aren't you.

(Shea clears his throat)

It's still mine until you
tell us what you heard.

Okay.

Virgil must've had
something on the outside

he was selling
to the guard,
'cause they were

going back and forth.

And that guard
drove a hard bargain.

Refused to pay a dime
till all four were delivered.

All four?

Yeah, the two rapists,
the Nigerian kid...

And one's still
left out there.

Then Virgil's
still on the job.

Parker and Laird were the
only two charged in the rape,

and there's no testimony
even mentioning

that anyone else
was involved.

Okay, let's try to widen
the focus a little bit.

Let's crack this baby open.

Now, the question is not
who is legally responsible,

it's who Genevieve's dad

blames for attacking
his daughter.

So let's try to look
at it through the
prism of his anger.

Now, the trial transcript
said Cliff was escorted

out of the courtroom
for an outburst.

What happened
right before it?

JULIANNE (sighs):
Um... testimony

from a Ryan Montgomery.

The bartender who said
that Genevieve was wasted

when she went with Parker
to the frat house.

There it is.

There what is?
Well, look at Cliff.

He is a proud,
blue-collar,

workaday guy,
and then along comes

this other
working-class gentleman

who goes and testifies
on behalf of a rich-kid rapist.

He's got to feel
profoundly betrayed.

What do we even know
about Ryan Montgomery?

JULIANNE:
Already on it.

I have one Ryan Montgomery

who applied for
a liquor license in Queens.

Which means he
left Hartford...

Oh. Wait a second.

Ryan Montgomery
was the previous tenant

in the very same apartment

where Emuebie Okafor
was murdered.

He was a mistake-- Virgil went
there to find the bartender,

and he found
the wrong guy--
that's why

the M.O.'s different;
only one shot.
Okay,

give me the address
to Montgomery's bar in Queens.

I have one simple rule:

Hit only the people
on your list...

...don't touch anyone else.

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

It's simple economics.

(ringing continues)

MAN (calling):
Rose! Hey, Rose!

Rose, you gonna
answer the phone?

(ringing continues)

What the hell's going on here?

(cocks pistol)

This is for Genevieve.

(silenced gunshots)
(Rose screams, cries)

(Montgomery groans)

(sobbing)

No, please,
I'm not on the list.

Yeah, but I'm in the weeds.

She was collateral damage,

just like the
Nigerian kid.
This isn't over yet.

Cliff ordered one more,
so who is it?

This guy was just
a trial witness;
he might've

even told the truth--
if Cliff blames him,

why not the prosecutor,
the jury foreman, the judge?

Doesn't even have to be
limited to the trial.

There's no real way
of knowing who's next.

So we should
just give up?

Let Virgil finish his job

and he's in the wind?

Really, Lloyd?

So we go back to
arresting Cliff,

trying to get
him to talk.

Did you just get here?

There's no way
Cliff helps us

derail this train.

Okay? He did this
for his daughter.

You of all people
should know that.

Yo, Ray, everybody's
working the case, man.

How you gonna
ride us like that?

You order us around like a
screw; whole time you been

lying to us--
why aren't you a cop
anymore, Ray? Huh?

I mean, what'd you do,
plant some evidence, put
somebody in a hospital?

I want to know who the
hell I'm working for.
That's enough.

No, no, I got it, Charlie.

You guys want to know
what I did?

I'll put it out there.

I took eight grand from a bust

to buy my kid

a used car,
so she wouldn't

think I was a deadbeat dad.
Okay, let me

get this straight.

You look down
your nose at us,

you call us animals, and
this whole time you're a con?

Worse-- a dirty cop.

Oh, you want
to judge me? Huh?
Ray.

A gangbanger who profited
from his own people?

Ray.
A psycho vigilante

who chose vengeance
over motherhood?

And you!

You wrote prescriptions
to college kids

to cover your own debt.

Please don't.

An 18-year-old girl O.D.'d.

All right...

that's enough
from everyone.

Go outside, get Lloyd,
put him in the car.

I'll be right out.

Now!

My bad.

Julianne, I need you to get

a friendly judge on the line.
I need an arrest warrant.

Mr. Krauss, we have
an arrest warrant.

I hope you spelled
my name right.

It's not for you.

Step aside, please.

Dad, what's going on?

You got no right
to do this.
Sure we do.

There were two names
on her college fund account--

yours and hers--
and since you insist

that you did not hire
Virgil Downing, well...

Wait. I don't
understand.

Genevieve Krauss,

you are under arrest
for conspiracy to murder,

obstruction of justice,
lying to a federal officer.

You know damn well that she
had nothing to do with this!

Dad!

Get your hands off her!

Hey. You don't want
her dragged away?

Photographed, fingerprinted,

strip-searched...

then give us
Virgil Downing!

Let's go.

I'll take care
of this, honey.

Come on.

Let's go.

You're a hell of a father.

GENEVIEVE:
What happens now?

Well, Parker Bancroft
was killed in New York,

So NYPD gets
first crack at you.

They book you.

You get a lawyer,
get arraigned...

Or you could help us.

Tell your dad
to give us Virgil Downing.

He talks,
you walk right out of here.

What's up?

Let me talk to her.

All right.

We have more in common
than you realize.

Okay, I know

you were raised by a single dad,

the type of guy
that has no business

raising a little girl,
let alone by himself.

But he tried like hell.

And for that, you love him

more than you love yourself.

And he would do
anything for you.

And maybe he did.

When I was raped...

I know it sounds crazy...

It was just as hard on him.

He couldn't move on.

He talked about it all the time,

about what he'd do to those boys

if he could just
get his hands on them.

And what about the bartender?
He was just a witness.

I don't know
what he has to do in this.

But I don't think my dad

put those three bullets
in his heart.

All I ever wanted

was to just put this
thing behind me.

How'd you know
about the three bullets?

Hmm?

How did you know
the victim was killed

with three bullets to the heart?

I read it.

In the papers.

Virgil's M.O. was never
released to the press.

You knew.
Hey, listen,

you have until I get to the door
to tell me exactly what you knew

and when you
knew it, otherwise,

this arrest
becomes so much more

than a ploy
to pressure your dad.

I didn't think
he would actually do anything.

But a few days ago,

when I heard about
Parker getting killed,

I went to my Dad.

He told me about Virgil,

about how things
were already in motion,

how you couldn't stop it.

There's one more target
out there. Who is it?

I don't know.

You don't know who's next?

Well, you better figure it out
pretty damn quick.

(sobbing)

(sighs)

I was on a date that night.

He left me for his old
girlfriend at the bar.

I went with Parker
to the fraternity

'cause I lost my ride
back to the dorms.

My dad hated Justin for that.

Where is Justin now?

(cell phone ringing)

She's not going
to give up, Justin.

It's not my girlfriend,
all right?

I swear, it's
not her number.

Let me get rid of them.

Okay, whoever this is,

your timing really sucks.

Justin, this is Charlie DuChamp
with the U.S. Marshals.

We believe that you might be
in great danger.

I need
to know your location.

Zach? This is really
not a good time, man.

Justin,
I'm telling you the truth.

We're tracking your cell phone.

You're at the pavilion, right?
So are we.

Where exactly are you?
Uh...

Okay. Who is this, really?

Justin, we believe that
Genevieve Krauss' father

is blaming you for what happened
to his daughter,

and he might have sent
somebody to kill you.

To what?
I-I can see you.

You're walking right towards me.
I'm waving at you.

No. Justin, that's not me.

Justin, run, now!

Justin!

This is for Genevieve.

Stop!

Ray, he's on the boardwalk,
coming towards you.

I got a visual-- he's heading
back towards your way.

Hands outside
the Jeep, Virgil.

With your left hand,
open the door.

Walk to the back.

Get down on your knees,
hands behind your head.

Your father is
downtown in Booking.

Here's the address.

You must be Genevieve.
Come on.

Take care of yourself, okay?

You, too.

All right, get your
prison gear back on.

I'm taking you guys
back to Maybelle.

What? Are your legs broken?

I wrote that prescription,
but it was an accident.

All right.
Give it a rest, Lloyd.

No.

The girl's boyfriend
broke up with her,

so she went to her apartment and
swallowed a handful of philocets

and a bottle of vodka.
How was I su...

Lloyd.

Lloyd, you don't have to explain
yourself to anyone.

What happened was my fault.

And I regret it.

And I just want you guys
to know that.

Be right back.

All right. Listen up.

This task force
was put together

by Special Deputy
Ray Zancanelli.

And the only reason

I agreed to head it up
was because I believed

that it would be motivated

by people who just wanted
to get their lives back.

But that's going to require
that each and every one of us

looks past
each other's baggage.

So if you feel

like you can't do that,

raise your hand.

You can take a ride back
to maximum security

when they come pick up Virgil.

Good.

Now let's just move on.

Oh, and by the way,

I have a congenital
heart defect.

I could drop at any moment.

Okay?

Now we've all seen
each other's dirty underwear.

(barks)