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Fletcher Ridge, Illinois. Large enough to have a U. P. S. office...

and a driver named Jarod Harper.

Very good, Broots. Any physical description?

Size, weight and color all match Jarod perfectly.

And he got the job at almost exactly the same time that...

I calculated his position. -Call Lyle.

I already have. He's on his way. -Great. Let's go.

What? -Angel.

Angel, I have to see you. -Daddy?

The junkyard near the Quentin Street Overpass, and hurry.

Daddy!

You look bothered, Miss Parker.

Don't you have a bake sale to organize?

I know these are stressful times for you.

That's why I want you to have this.

It's a prayer card. I slept with it under my pillow.

That explains the grease stains. -I asked for it to be filled...

with the answers you need.

God bless. -You too.

Parker? Are you coming?

I'll be back.

What about Jarod? -What about Lyle?

Um, buy me some time. A few hours.

Ouch!

Sorry, mister. It got away from me.

Wow. This is a great car. -Thanks.

I bought it with my tooth fairy money. -"Tooth fairy"?

You know, where you put your tooth under your pillow...

the tooth fairy takes it and leaves you money.

Didn't you ever get that when you were a kid?

I wasn't really a kid when I was a kid.

Thanks, mister.

Would you just shut up? I don't want to talk about this anymore.

Damn it, Sarah, we don't have a choice.

Cam, we don't need to be making these arrangements.

The hell we don't! These people at the hospital already showed...

they don't care whether us Larsens live or die-Billy, come on.

Cam, the doctors said- -I know what the doctors said.

I know what needs to be done.

Why do you have guns?

Cam! What are you planning to do?

I didn't start this, Sarah. -Cameron!

Go home!

Come on, damn it!

Damn it!

Here you go.

Use mine.

9-1-1. Can I help you?

Yes, ma'am. My name is Sarah Larsen.

My brothers are on the way to the hospital. They have guns.

I don't know! Look, you just gotta do something...

before somebody gets hurt, okay?

I appreciate... Mister?

All units, hostage situation at Saint Mary's Hospital.

Men considered armed and dangerous.

Billy, hurry up and get those windows painted.

Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt!

We're all gonna be here awhile, so just get comfortable.

All medical personnel.

Prepare to evacuate all non critical patients from the first floor.

How you doin', Pop?

Keep evacuating!

Everybody sit tight and wait for my command.

If there's a clear shot, you let me know.

Well, that's an interesting philosophy. Shoot first, ask questions later.

Who are you? -Special Agent Jarod Jackson, Chicago F. B. I.

I'm the hostage negotiator.

This is my show now. -Damn!

There are Pretenders among us.

I was taken from my family.

36 hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.

How many people died because of what I thought up?

Since I broke out, I've spent every moment searching for my past.

He's a Pretender-

A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.

The Centre wants him alive. -Preferably.

He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

You a doctor? -I am today.

Best we can figure, there's a half a dozen people being held.

Including three patients in the seized wing that could die...

in the next few hours without treatment.

Kill that alarm! -The hostage-takers?

Billy Larsen. He's 21. Good kid, with no priors.

Big brother Cam's 28. He's a hothead...

with a sheet that goes all the way back to high school.

Weapons? -Rifle and shotgun, according to their sister.

I'll need her brought here as soon as possible. -Yes, sir.

They make any demands? -Nothing yet.

What's your read on the situation? -You're the big badge.

You tell me. -They've isolated the situation...

to a specific area of the hospital where their father is a patient.

My guess, it's some sort of grievance against the hospital.

How do you figure that? -Like you said, I'm the big badge.

Let's go to work.

This is F. B. I. Special Agent Jarod Jackson.

I want to talk to you about your demands.

If you've got something on your minds...

now might be a good time to discuss it.

This is between us and the hospital.

You've got your father in there.

Innocent people who need medical attention.

Neither one of us want anyone to die here today.

So why don't you tell me what you want...

and we can end this thing. -I want you to write this down.

$41,342.17.

Not a penny more, not a penny less.

Over and out.

All right. I'll see what I can do.

Need to establish a direct phone line into that room.

Yes, sir. -What if they don't answer?

Hell, they could have already killed somebody, and we'd never know it.

Where can I get blueprints of this building?

I can get 'em here 10 ten minutes. -All right.

I need a fiber-optics video camera, with

a transmitter and microwave intercept.

Hold on, Einstein.

This town has two red lights, three hardware stores.

Meaning? -Meaning, if you want a hammer, I can help you out.

You want to build a nuclear reactor, you're outta luck.

This town have an electronics store? -That we got.

I'm going to make a list of things I need.

Get these to me, A. S. A. P.

Angel.

Ugh. -You weren't followed?

Daddy, you look- -Oh, I'm sorry to scare you.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Daddy, what the hell is going on? -Come on, come on.

Come on back here. Sit down.

Where have you been?

Underground. This is the last place they'd look.

Now, look.

There's a strongbox in SL-22.

In a panel behind the fire hose. -Strongbox?

Yeah. It's filled with cash. Bring it to me.

But don't tell anybody. Life and death, understand?

No, I don't. -Brigitte and I had to leave our hiding place.

I need the money to last us a few weeks.

Daddy, if I knew why you were running-

What?

Bad news. Jarod never showed up for his shift at the U. P. S. job.

We missed him! -Lyle?

He's looking for you, and he is peeved.

What else is new? I want you to keep searching for Jarod.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Daddy?

This whole thing is gonna turn into a nightmare.

Nobody's gonna want to get treated at the O. K. Corral.

Who are you? -Rebecca Simons, hospital administrator.

Dr. Stephen Franklin, chief cardiologist.

They spoke to the Larsen boys before they pulled their guns.

I'm listening. -Family brought their father.

Jake Larsen. -He was complaining of chest pains.

Family thought it might be a heart attack. -He was admitted to C. C. U.?

Yes, yes. I diagnosed him with a type of

arrhythmia known as atrial fibrillation.

It's painful, but it's not life-threatening.

Apparently, his sons had a different opinion. -Maybe I should have kept...

Mr. Larsen one more night to ease their minds.

Does this figure mean anything to you, Doctor?

$41,342.17?

Not in particular. What is it? -That's a good question.

Agent Jackson, there are patients in there...

who will die in the next few hours if left untreated.

Excuse me.

Sarah, my name is Jarod.

The man with the telephone. -I'm with the F. B. I.

I think it's safe to say that neither one of

us woke up this morning expecting to be here.

I realize that you're going through...

a very difficult time right now.

But I have to understand: Why are your brothers doing this?

Look, I want to end this thing without anybody getting hurt.

But the truth is, I can only hold those men off for so long.

Move over there. Get that door.

Everything was always pretty crazy in our family.

But things seemed to really come undone after Mom died.

Especially for Cam. -Your mom was here, at this hospital.

Same room where Daddy is.

She was so sick when they sent her home...

and... she died a few days later.

And now your father's here.

Look, my brothers may be doing the wrong thing...

but they must be doing it for the right reason-

and I am not gonna help you kill them for it.

Agent Jackson. Got the equipment you wanted.

All right. Let's see what's going on in there.

What are we gonna do, Cam? -I'm thinking!

I'm thinking.

I hope you know what you're doin', big brother.

I don't get it. -Sometimes it helps to be a fly on the wall.

Or in this case, the airvent.

Grab those blueprints.

This will give us a better sense of the

space where the hostages are being held...

windows, exits-

I'll be damned.

I could use this to get a clean shot. I have

men on the roof, next to the seized wing.

Isn't it your job to consider everybody's safety?

My job is to save the lives of those civilians inside!

If I hesitate, and one innocent person dies, it's my fault.

I won't make that mistake.

The sheriff seems a little on edge.

He has his reasons.

Cam! What the hell do you think you're doin'?

I know what I'm doin', Pop. -You wouldn't be here...

if your mama was still alive.

Well, she's not, and I am. Stop talkin'.

Just get some rest.

Man, there are guns and badges all over the place down there.

Well, what the hell did you think was gonna happen?

Come in here with guns, they'd leave a parking ticket on our car?

Just keep lookout.

Sheriff says, kill the air and the lights.

You two get down!

What now?

Yeah. -Cam. This is Agent Jackson.

Turn the lights and air back on!

All right, I'll give you what you want, and you give me a couple of hostages.

Why should I trust you? -You have my word.

No harm will come to you or your brother, as long as we keep talking.

It's going to get really warm in there. Now, do we have a deal?

Cam. You can trust me.

Cam? Talk to me.

Get down! Everybody get down!

I had Cam's trust until your sniper got trigger-happy.

Hey! Cam Larsen isn't a man who can be trusted.

He incited a riot while he was in prison. Did you know that?

The guards were beating the prisoners, and

they were convicted on brutality charges.

Did you know that?

I got Cam on the line.

Cam. -Are you guys crazy?

I had nothing to do with that shooting, I swear to you.

Look, i-it's important that I come in there and speak to you face-to-face.

I'm not here to talk! I'm here to save my dad's life.

Understand? It's too hot in here. Turn on the air, now.

Yes. Yes, I will turn the air conditioning back on, I promise.

Now, can I come in there?

Okay. But just you. Unarmed. Ten minutes.

All right. Ten minutes.

Those are Cam's kids. -I had them brought in.

To get under his skin? -To get into his heart.

What?

Where are you? -Never mind. Did you find Jarod?

I was scanning police chatter in Fletcher Ridge...

and I came across a hostage negotiation situation there at a hospital.

F. B. I. involvement. -And?

It sounded like something that Jarod would be drawn to...

so I-I contacted the Chicago office of the F. B. I.-Let me guess.

No F. B. I. involvement. -If there were any agents on the job there...

they would have come from the Chicago office, and they hadn't sent anybody.

He never left town. Get the jet ready, and I'll be back as soon as I can.

What about Lyle? -Lyle who?

Hmm.

I love ice cream.

I want to help your dad, but I'm going to need your help to do it.

Last night, Daddy was yelling at Billy and Sarah.

He was angry? -He said the hospital

was gonna send Grandpa Jake home to die.

Just like they did Grandma. He said they were murderers.

Murderers.

Looks like you just lost a tooth. -It fell out.

Are you going to put it under your pillow? For the tooth fairy?

Tonight. -Wow.

How much you figure you're gonna get? -Mm-

Maybe a dollar. -A dollar.

How would you...

like to make five?

It's Agent Jackson. I'm coming in, and I'm unarmed.

Check him out.

He's clean.

Could have got somebody killed, shootin' in here like that.

That was a mistake. That officer has been removed from the line.

We're not exactly talking about an elite police force out there.

Tell me about it. -So, are you ready to end this thing, Cam?

Get your father taken care of?

I know you care about him. That's why you're doing this.

You don't know nothin'. -Why don't you explain it to me?

$41,342.17.

That's an odd price to place on somebody's

life. -It's not my price. It's theirs.

Oh, she's gettin' worse.

Hey-hey! -So, what are you gonna do?

You gonna keep her here and let her die?

Her life for your father's, is that it?

Cam, maybe we should let her go, huh? -Billy, shut up!

You're not a killer, Cam.

You let this woman die, and you're going

to spend the rest of your life in prison.

You and Billy, here.

Think about your children. -My kids.

They won't understand this. -Can't believe

how much your little boy looks like you.

You talked to my boy? -It'sprocedure. Oh, Cody.

He asked me to give you this.

So, how much do you want me to leave for him? -How much?

Money. From the tooth fairy.

Right. Tooth fairy.

You got a dollar?

All I got's a five. -Give it here.

You're gonna give him five bucks for a baby tooth? -Just give me the money.

You walk outta here now, you can still put

this money under your son's pillow yourself.

I can't leave him.

Man, you don't get it, do you?

This isn't just about my father. It's

about every person out there who is sick...

and deserves to be treated with dignity.

They're gonna send this man home. Does he look like he should go home to you?

At least, give me a hostage.

You gotta work with me here, Cam.

There are a lot of people out there looking for any reason to shoot you...

and your little brother over here.

All right. Take that lady. Take her. Help him.

Unhook her, and get her out of here.

What about the others? -One at a time.

Allright, allright, allright. One at a time.

You're doing a good thing here, Cam.

If some of those patients don't get treatment

real soon, we could have a disaster here.

Meaning? -Maneuver Cam to a window.

One shot, and it's over.

Why is it that you feel that bullets are the only option?

One shot.

Deputy, may I have a word with you?

What's your name? -Lindsay.

L-Lindsay Tyler.

Shouldn't bite your nails, Lindsay. It's a bad habit.

I know. -Y-You don't remember me, do you?

Should I? -Cindy Perkins?

Junior high school, Sadie Hawkins dance-

I asked you to dance once, and you said yes?

I had stringy hair, braces-

Yeah, yeah.

You chased me around the gym all night. What was that, 10, 15 years ago?

You kept asking the band to play your favorite song.

"Dream Weaver." -That's a damn fine song.

You know, my dad died of heart problems.

Th-That's why I went into nursing.

Your father sort of reminds me of my dad.

Look, Cindy-

I'm sorry about all this. I never meant to-

Cam?

Cam, come here. -Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

He's not breathing!

I need a doctor in here now! Now!

All right, Cam. I'll send one in. Get your gear.

No. -What did you say?

Those men are heavily armed, and they've

threatened the lives of innocent people.

Unless you can assure me of my safety, I'm not going anywhere.

Get the lights back on in that room. -What are you gonna do?

Agent Jackson. Agent Jackson!

Cam, it's Agent Jackson. I'm coming in.

I asked for a doctor! -Cam, he's going into cardiac arrest!

Let him in, Cam.

We didn't come here to kill our own father.

Come in!

Easy, easy! -Where is the doctor?

There isn't a doctor available. I can handle this.

I hope you can handle this. 'Cause if my old man dies, so do you.

He's been flat for 15 seconds.

Paddles charged? -Clear.

Nothing. 25 seconds.

Talk to him. -What?

I need him to fight. Tell him a story from your past.

Something you did together. Talk to him. Clear.

Nothing.

We're running out of time. Talk to him. -40 seconds.

Dad, remember when I was five years old...

how you used to take me hunting up near Patchett Lake?

I'm going to 360 joules. Keep talking.

Used to wake me up early, while it was still dark out.

I used to hate gettin'up so early, but you said it was important...

to get out before the sun. -Clear!

You told me that a sunrise in the woods was

as close to God as a breathin' man could get.

Remember when you said that? Remember that, Dad?

One minute. -Clear.

Come on, old man. Fight! Don't give up! Fight. -70 seconds.

Don't leave us, please.

We need you. -I'm gonna hit him again. Clear!

Come on, you can fight this! Come on, Pop.

We need you. Cody and Kerry need their grandpa.

If we don't get him back quick, there could be permanent damage.

Don't die on me, Dad. Hang in there. Come on. Don't die on me, Dad.

Come on, pop! -I'm getting a pulse.

They really train 'em up there at the F. B. I. Academy.

Let's get a closer look.

What the hell was that? -What the hell happened?

I don't know. The signal went dead. -Look, Cam.

You've made all the right choices up till

now. Let me take another hostage out of here.

Okay. Yeah. You, Cindy. Go home. -No.

What? -I don't leave until you do.

For my father.

I-I'll go.

I've got to get that picture back.

We've still got sound, Sheriff.

What the hell is this?

You've been watchin' us the whole time!

I should blow you away right now! I knew I couldn't trust you people!

No, no!

No. Cam. Not like this.

All right. Get out.

Take her with you. No more talking! Just get out!

You all right? -Yeah.

Please take care of her.

Are you out of your mind? -Hey, it was an accident!

You could have gotten all of us killed in there. We can't keep pushing him.

Why can't you get that through your head? -I've had a belly ful of you.

Oh, yeah? And what is that supposed to mean? -You're the big badge.

You figure it out.

Alice? Get me the number for the F. B. I. office in Chicago.

I doubt you'll find Miss Parker searching through her desk.

We saw her this morning. I think she had some errands to run.

She didn't say where she was going?

You know your sister. You know she

dances to the beat of a different drummer.

So I've noticed.

You two wouldn't lie to me, would you?

So, a-anybody see the, uh, Redskins game this weekend?

Agent Jackson. Any idea when I might be allowed back in my office?

No idea. -Oh.

That's very impressive, the way you handled that code situation.

I didn't have much of a choice, did I?

Tell me something.

How are insurance claims processed at this hospital?

In the middle of a hostage situation, and

you're wondering about billing procedure?

I'm just curious. For instance, an H. M. O. claim.

H. M. O.'s rely on the information provided by the attending physician.

So a particular medical procedure would be approved or denied...

based upon your recommendation. -Yeah, that.

And the recommendation of the facilities administrator.

Rebecca Simons. -In the case of this hospital, yes.

What percentage of major surgeries have been denied at this hospital?

Oh, I-I don't know. -Take a guess.

I-I don't know. Fifty percent?

Sixty-eight percent: 11 percentage

points higher than the national average.

Why do you think that is? -Maybe there are

just a lot of healthy people in this town.

Maybe.

Uh, we need to talk.

You look like hell.

That's the way it is when you're dyin'.

Got yourself in a real mess here, boy.

Like everything else in my life.

Look, maybe I didn't do the things I should have when you were small.

Hell, I-I was makin' it up as I went.

But I taught you kids right from wrong. I did that.

I'm tryin' to save you, Dad. -Why?

Because we're a family.

I never knew my own old man.

Not more than a smack in the head now and then.

I just did the best that I could, and-

When your mama died-

I think a little bit of me went too.

Guess we've been fightin' the same pain.

I miss her. Every day.

Me too, Pop.

$41,342.17.

This is the exact amount this hospital charges for heart bypass surgery.

What are you talkin' about? -Jake Larsen has

sky-high levels of creatine kinase enzyme...

in his blood. -So?

His fingertips are blue from lack of oxygen. -I still don't follow.

He has heart disease. He's headed for a massive heart attack.

His only chance of survival is heart bypass surgery.

The same surgery this hospital denied him.

Who the hell are you? -Excuse me?

I called the F. B. I. Nobody's ever heard of an Agent Jarod Jackson.

Well, it's a big agency. Maybe you talked to the wrong person.

If any of those people in there die, it's on your head.

You understand what that means, to have somebody's blood on your hands?

As a matter of fact, I do. And so do you.

Your deputy told me about that hostage

situation a year ago at the grocery store.

The way you lured that perpetrator into the doorway...

and hesitated to take the kill shot.

Did he tell you how that same hostage-taker took his gun...

and shot to death a 15-year-old stock boy?

Did he describe the sick feeling I get every

time I see that boy's parents on the street?

You did what you thought was the right thing to do. -And an innocent boy...

lost his life.

That's the blood I have on my hands...

Agent Jackson.

Certainly has been a long day, hasn't it?

Agent Jackson. -I was wondering if you and I could have a little talk.

Oh, well, the truth is, I'm late for a meeting. Perhaps later.

I know about the cover-up concerning Jake Larsen's coronary disease.

But what could an H. M. O. possibly have to gain by such a cover-up?

I saw you and Dr. Franklin arguing in

the parking lot. I know what's going on.

We could talk about it here in private, or we could go downtown...

and talk under the glare of the television cameras.

It's up to you.

Is it just for the money?

Or is it something more personal?

I see the way you and Dr. Franklin are together.

My girlfriends and I...

used to dream about meeting a doctor.

Falling in love, and living happily ever after.

I actually believed that's the way it would be for Stephen and me.

Your signature is on the release forms for all the patients in question.

I made my decisions based on Franklin's recommendations.

I looked the other way in one case, next thing I knew, I was-

All for money.

Franklin was getting kickbacks from the H.

M. O.'s for not doing expensive surgeries.

By denying certain procedures to critically ill patients...

he saves the H. M. O. hundreds of thousands of dollars.

And makes a nice percentage. -I swear to you...

I didn't know about Jake Larsen until his sons took over the hospital.

Franklin said that you questioned him, and he threatened to expose me...

if I said anything, and I was afraid.

Not half as afraid as those patients who were sent home to die.

The key you gave me doesn't work. -Really? Huh.

Must have given you the wrong one. Here, let me try this one.

Yep. That works.

Angel, I'm sorry I had to drag you into this.

"Baby Parker." Wh-What was that?

Oh, it's nothing.

It looked like a medical record. -It's ancient history.

It is mine, or Lyle's? -It doesn't matter!

Trust me. Some day, when I have more time, I'll explain everything to you.

But right now, I need your gun. -My gun?

This is about that hit out on you.

Yeah, the bastards are closin' in.

Who ordered it? -I don't know. I don't know.

I do know... this...

is the only thing that really matters.

It's the future of our family.

It's the heir to the Parker name, and it's growing inside Brigitte.

The baby'll be here soon.

What else can I do? -Well, the key is still Jarod.

Bring him back, and it'll be just like it was.

I'm on my way.

Yeah? -Dr. Franklin?

Agent Jackson. Cam and Billy Larsen have tapped into hospital records...

and are trying to find information about patients who were denied care.

Can you cut them off? -We tried.

I suggest I download everything. I wouldn't

want you to lose any patient records.

No! No, I'll handle that.

I-I know which files are important. Can I get back in my office yet?

I don't think that's a good idea. Things

are still pretty dangerous up here.

I couldn't assure your safety.

Dr. Franklin?

Dr. Franklin. -I'm on my way up.

If you think that's best.

What happened? -I was shot! The Larsen boys.

They're crazy! They're coming down the hallway.

They say they know who's responsible for trying to kill their father.

I've gotta get out of here.

Doctor? -I can't breathe!

My heart!

What's happening to me?

The same thing that you let happen to Jake Larsen.

You're having a massive heart attack.

What have you done to me?

I laced your keyboard with a tricyclic antidepressant.

It's absorbed through the fingertips.

Speeds up the heart's rhythm. That's why I faked getting shot...

told you that the Larsen boys were coming down the hallway-

I wanted to scare you. You see, adrenaline,

it really increases the effects of the drug.

Why? -Because of what you did to Jake Larsen.

Because of the drugs you gave him to cover

up the symptoms of his coronary disease.

Who are you? -I'm everyone.

I'm no one. If you tell me the truth...

I can bring your heart back to normal.

Look, we're all on the same side here-

There's no reason to let this become a problem.

Oh, it became a problem when you aligned yourself with an H. M. O...

that cared more about profits than taking care of patients.

God, Larsen wouldn't have survived another year no matter what we did.

That is not the point! You're a doctor!

Your job is to give care, not take it away!

That cyanosis must really be setting in right now.

You should really seek treatment. Or you can die within minutes.

Please! Please! -How many people?

How many people did you let die so you could stuff your pockets?

All right, I took kickbacks from the H. M. O.'s...

to send patients home. Now please, help me!

Please! -Sorry, Doc.

But your claim has been denied.

No! No.

Is he really gonna die? -I just laced his keyboard with trigoxin.

He has nothing more than a really bad case of heartburn.

And he'll probably lose bladder control for a couple of days.

I'm gonna drop some of the charges against the brothers.

Let the judge deal with the rest.

Considering the circumstances, I think they've suffered enough for one family.

I think you're right.

Thank you for keeping me from doing something stupid.

I guess we can't let the mistakes of our past ruin our future.

Will you excuse me, Sheriff?

Excuse me. Are you from the Chicago office?

Are you a reporter? -Blue Cove Gazette.

Have you been involved during the entire crisis?

No, I just arrived on the scene.

There was another negotiator involved. Our source from your Chicago office...

tells us he was an impostor. -That's what we've been told.

And where is he? -No idea.

I don't know how he did it, but witnesses

say he really knew what he was doing.

Excuse me.

It's your fault we missed him.

Now don't tell anybody.

Life and death, understand? Someday, when I

have more time, I'll explain everything to you.

Well, the key is still Jarod.

Bring him back, and it'll be just like it was.

You're gonna be held accountable for this, Parker.

I know. Let's go home.

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