♫ I see you cracking bottles over your head
♫ If it were only you I'm seeing true
♫ It's a lot of shipment
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Yeah, Jack and I used to work together.
He was a normal nice guy.
Really professional, always pleasant.
Yes, I knew his wife as well.
She was really sweet.
They seemed happy, like they were in love.
This story is one of the more bizarre tales we've experienced in a long time.
Jack Samms, serving an eight year sentence for manslaughter.
And you set out to blackmail them the same way they did to you?
In a way.
Alleges his wife, Rona, was having an affair.
Yeah, I knew Shawn.
Came to class one time.
Knew his lines.
Very enthusiastic.
Shawn Justice, now deceased.
Pretty apparent they had a good chemistry.
As you've stated in your confession, when you placed Trick into a box, a coffin of sorts.
He escaped.
Samms claims that his wife, Justice, and a mystery man he calls Trick, concocted a plan to extort over a half a million dollars from him.
By the time he discovered exactly what was happening, it was already too late.
Many say that you created Trick.
That you made him up in order to cover your dangerous obsession with your estranged wife's new life and boyfriend, Shawn Justice.
I only wish I made him up.
You did say some among the ranks in law enforcement have proof of Trick's existence.
Detective Scott and Epperson could prove the existence of him, but why would the detectives come forward?
Save a lot of time?
But, it's easier to do a story on a guy, a crazy guy in prison, and the boogeyman.
Right?
But, I get it.
You took matters into your own hands.
You had to find your wife and, of course, get your money back.
It was never about the money.
What was it about?
Buddy?
Woo, Buddy.
I'm out of here.
My sister's got her foot tapping on the front porch.
I hear you.
Can't keep the lady waiting.
You go beat that traffic.
sh**t, there she is again.
ETA, that's my cue.
I'm glad everything worked out.
Shirt and ties are at the retreat.
We're all out for the long weekend.
I told Ralph what you'll be doing and you'd leave the place spotless.
Of course, you know, he was, like, typical Ralph.
assh*le.
Anyway, I went to bat for you.
Appreciate that, Wendy.
You know I've always got your back.
So, the place is all yours for the weekend.
I know I'm leaving it in good hands.
I can't wait to see the finished product.
Oh.
I used to work on these with my dad.
You're gonna do the finish and everything?
That's the plan.
I call shotgun for the first run.
You got it.
Hey, I'm a girl that loves her cars.
Okay, Buddy.
You have fun.
You too, Wendy.
Oh, and Buddy?
Yeah?
If you need me, why don't you text or email?
I'll check when I can.
I will.
Phone service up there is for shit, but...
Okay.
Hey?
Yeah?
Don't get into any trouble.
♫ Oh, we're making our way down this 76
♫ We're gonna end up Oceanside
♫ Get out the cars and we'll grab our boards
♫ And we're going out for a ride
♫ Walking on the sand, looking around
♫ Making sure we're on the surf side
♫ Put on our wetsuits and we paddle out
♫ We're gonna have a good time
♫ As we go down, down, down to the beach
Hello?
Hi, this is Mrs. Rita from Culliver Academy.
Is this Olivia?
Yes, this is Olivia.
Hi, I'm calling because you're listed as a temporary emergency contact for Haley Gingham.
Yes?
It's protocol that when students need to be absent we need to receive a call, but Haley didn't show up at school, nor did we receive a call, so I'm giving...
Wait a minute.
I don't understand.
Hold on.
You're saying she's not at school?
Correct.
It is now after lunch period and...
No, no, no.
I dropped her off right in front of the school this morning.
Well, she's not been in her first three periods.
When that happens with no phone...
Hold on.
You are not Haley's mother, correct?
No, she's my fiancee's niece.
His sister's girl and we're just keeping her for a few weeks.
Oh, God.
Can you tell me what the next step is here?
Why don't you come into the office and we'll have you speak with our guidance counselor and see the principal.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
What's happening?
Oh, God.
Hello?
Hello?
Help me!
Oh, God.
Help me, please.
Help me, please.
Oh, God.
Where's Haley?
Okay, wait.
Okay, think, think, think, think, think.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, I can't move.
I can't move, I can't move.
I can't move, I can't move.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Hello?
Hello?
Can you hear me?
Hello, please.
Hello?
Help me, please!
Oh, God, what's happening?
No.
Shh.
Oh, no.
No, no.
I can't move.
Oh, God.
No, no, no.
Why can't I move?
Why can't I move?
Why can't I move?
Please.
Please, you don't have to.
Please.
Please, don't do this.
You don't have to do this, please.
We have money.
You don't have to do this.
I can pay you.
My fiance has money.
He can pay you.
Oh, God.
I can't move.
Where's Haley?
Please, don't do this.
Please, don't do this, please.
Please.
We've got money.
He'll pay you.
Please, you don't have to do this.
Come back!
Please, help.
Oh, God, please.
What's happening?
Victor.
Oscar.
Am I late?
Nah, man.
I'm early.
Always am.
Are you hungry?
Wanna grab a bite?
Sounds good, brother, but the merchandise.
Next time, then.
Let's get to it.
All right, last chance.
There's no undipping your toe out of this water.
Victor, you disappoint me.
How long have we been doing business?
This ain't like dropping a package in a dumpster behind Jack in the Box.
If you think I'm having any doubts, you get your boy to count the money in that bag.
Passenger side floor.
If you say it's there, it's there.
Rock and roll, brother.
Until next time.
Let's make it soon.
Vamanos.
We're all clear.
Take 'em at the bridge.
It's okay, Sweetie.
You're safe now.
FBI.
Oh, my god.
Oh, God.
Oh, my gosh.
Who is it?
What's happening?
Oh, God.
Who are you?
I can't move.
I can't move.
I can't move.
What's happening?
Have you seen her?
Do you know what's happening?
What's happening?
Have you seen my niece?
Have you seen Haley?
Shut up, shut up.
Don't piss him off.
Who is he?
Who are you?
Keep your voice down.
I can't move.
I can't feel anything.
None of us can.
Look, just try to stay calm, okay?
Oh, God.
Glad that's over.
Debriefing's always a bitch.
How's the girl?
She's good, considering.
Typical runaway.
The father's flying in from Minneapolis.
Hasn't heard from her in over two months, so you can imagine.
That piece of shit Victor is in surgery.
Took two in the chest when we moved in, if you care.
I don't.
You did good, Agent.
I'm gonna send you away for a few days of R & R.
You can shave whatever you have going on there.
Get drunk, laid, you know?
Normal human being stuff.
Yeah, I'm good.
See your kid, Agent.
Don't drown in this shit.
I said I was good.
It's what I told them you'd say.
They had an assignment for Roberts.
I asked them to give it to you till we can get your next UC.
You know how these things go.
Gotta get you out of here for a few days, protect your identity.
Then, we'll talk about you going back under.
Until then, call this a working vacation.
Should be an easy one.
Missing Persons is down an agent and backlogged up the ass.
Go over there.
Take a few days, look into this.
It's a missing cop minus a finger.
His digit turned up in a dumpster when some homeless dude was looking for lunch.
His other piece will probably turn up any day now.
You know how it is.
Lieutenant says he has a spotless record, but has been a bit obsessed with nabbing the Deathstalker.
Even after the bureau took over and closed the books on it.
He was all over it until a day or so ago.
Anyway, brass thinks we should have an interest in it.
File an official report.
Give them the details.
His phone records and transcripts are in there.
Nothing jumps out.
And they think this is related to the Deathstalker?
Who knows.
But, we're the ones that closed it, so we gotta look under the skirt of this thing.
Ghost it up when you go in there.
Do some poking around, write the report, but don't break your back on this.
You up for it?
Glad to be out of that box, huh guys?
Yeah, he brought me in a box, too.
I don't know how long I was in there.
I was unconscious for part of the time.
I don't remember how long.
Wasn't long.
He brought me here last night and locked me in one of those rooms.
You haven't been here long.
Took me out of the box and brought me here last night in the trunk of his car.
You?
He's had me about two days.
I woke up in a shed of some sort.
This morning he drove us here, locked me up in one of those back offices, and then he brought me out here.
I just went out for a jog
and I think he took Haley.
Who's Haley?
Is she here, too?
No, I don't know.
I don't know.
The school called me and she was missing, and...
She's my niece.
My fiancee's niece.
She's my responsibility.
Keep your voice down.
He's gonna hear you.
So what?
He knows we're here.
Oh, God.
Do you think he has Haley?
Do you think he has Haley here?
He's right.
You gotta keep it together, okay?
Whether she's here, or not, losing control isn't gonna help her.
There's a good chance that this guy's just using her as part of his threat.
As part of whatever demands that he's trying to make, so just stay calm.
We're gonna work together, okay?
We're gonna be smart about this.
Yeah, says the guy who couldn't escape a shed.
Hello?
Hey.
Bobby?
You okay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm fine.
This means your assignment is over.
How's the monster?
He's good, Bobby.
Scored twice in one game last week.
Marcus and I took him for ice cream after.
You know, that place he likes.
He misses his daddy.
He asks a lot of questions, but he knows what you do is important.
That's good.
You want to talk to him?
No, no.
No, no, no, no.
I gotta go.
Listen, I have another assignment.
Oh, Bobby.
This one's not undercover.
Tell the monster I'll see him soon.
That's what you said last time.
Tell him I'll see him soon.
Tell him that.
I gotta go.
Who's the empty chair for?
I've got an idea about that.
Who?
You see these masks that we're all wearing?
Each one of them is a replica of ones used during a major crime spree that was exacted by a very cunning criminal.
This dude?
This big dude?
No, not him.
It's another guy.
I suspect that's whose chair that is.
How do you know?
'Cause I worked the case.
He was also there the night I got taken.
Are you a cop?
Detective, yeah.
Now, how the hell did you end up here?
For the last couple years I've been investigating a closed case.
One that I've been trying to get reopened.
It was the Deathstalker k*ller.
Had a major breakthrough a while back and I got a message a couple of nights ago from a source that claimed they had information that would prove my suspicions were correct that the Deathstalker k*ller is at large.
I was to meet them at a train station.
I'm out of the car.
Alone as requested.
No g*ns.
No g*ns, no wire.
I walked right into a trap.
Where do I meet you?
Hello?
Come here.
Good God.
Epperson.
What are you doing here?
Help me.
Stupid mistake.
Start talking.
He shouldn't have been there.
I'm trying.
Start talking.
What is it?
Listen, listen.
It didn't make any sense.
Listen to me, Epperson.
He gave me something.
I can't move.
We've got to get out of here.
We've got to get out of here.
He's watching us.
I knew something was wrong.
He gave me something and I can't move.
Stand up, stand up right now.
He gave me something.
I can't, Epperson.
Epperson, look out!
Look out!
By the time I felt the injection in my neck it was too late.
What happened to your hand?
I don't know.
I woke up like this.
I imagine when these dr*gs wear off it's gonna hurt like hell.
Oh, my god.
He cut off your finger.
Too bad it wasn't your tongue.
You're an assh*le.
Oh, what's up, man?
Hey, man.
You got a minute?
Yeah, yeah.
Come on in.
Sweetness, look who came to visit.
Is Olivia with you?
Uh, no, no.
I, um.
Babe, I think Paul and I are just gonna have a couple brews.
We'll stay out of your way.
Is that cool with you, Baby?
Sure.
Thank you.
Oh, unless you drank them all.
At three a.m.
That's cute.
Very cute.
I'm a night owl, you know that.
What can I say?
And the guy who took you is this guy, right?
Yeah.
You're saying this guy's the Deathstalker?
The Deathstalker got his name from the Deathstalker scorpion because of the way he hunts and paralyzes his prey before he...
But, it goes beyond that.
He makes a game out of toying with his prey.
He derives excitement from the fear he instills.
He st*lks, paralyzes, captures, and detains his prey.
It's his MO, it's how he got his name.
So, this guy.
I don't know.
There's something...
This isn't exactly the Deathstalker's method, but sometimes they change 'em.
And you're leaving out the final step of his process.
What step?
Oh, you with the questions.
What do you think?
He kills his victims.
He didn't just bring us here to mess with us.
Well, I don't know this guy.
I wasn't involved.
None of us are involved.
I don't know him either, but you heard the cop.
It's a game to him.
I was just out for a jog.
Arguing isn't going to help us, ladies.
Okay.
So, where is this other guy?
The one with all these masks.
Yeah, there's another guy near the box I was in.
He sounded pretty muffled, but it sounded like he was struggling.
So, I don't know, maybe?
Maybe.
I mean, there's gotta be a reason we're all here.
Told her I didn't drink 'em all.
Looks like you could use on, brother.
All right, what's up?
I'm in trouble, man, and I didn't know who else to go to.
I got a voicemail at work this afternoon.
No number, just this message.
I have your fiance.
Fail to follow my instructions and she dies.
Go to your car.
You will find an envelope containing your instructions taped underneath, but remember these rules.
No police.
If you attempt to contact authorities, your fiancee will die.
If you have not accomplished your task when the time runs out, she dies.
The clock is ticking and I will be watching.
He's got Olivia, man.
I believe him, man.
He'll k*ll her.
I don't know what's going on.
Slow down.
Back up.
Take it from the beginning.
Olivia's missing and then you get the voicemail.
I drive up to where she always runs and I don't see her car there.
So, I've just been waiting.
I'm going out of my mind.
And when he said no police, I didn't want to take the chance.
But, he's got her, and he knows where I work, and he knows my car.
Where are the instructions?
I remember the name from that case you worked a while back.
It rang a bell with me, you know?
Jack Samms.
"Jack Samms out of prison in exchange for Olivia.
"You will be contacted with a meeting point.
"Enjoy the pictures".
He wants me to get Jack Samms out of prison.
Why would he take Olivia and ask me to do that?
How can I pull that off?
Where are these pictures?
It's like looking in a mirror, huh?
Gary Kirby and his brother.
What'd you make on that deal, 200 Gs?
How's that going?
Holly Debriggs.
A million, right?
Don't cry.
I guess that's the going rate to get a mother to turn on her own son.
This job disgusts me.
The Ulysses Corporation.
That was a genius one.
You got away with a load of cash, yet their CEO ends up doing time for what you did.
I love this mask.
This is my favorite one.
The Oxley kid.
Only you are heartless enough to take an 18-year-old for his entire inheritance.
Mm-mm-mm.
Of course, there was the evening with Jack Samms.
That one came back to bite you in the ass a little, though.
Didn't it?
But yet, here you sit and Jack Samms sits in a cell doing time.
Of course, there is my least favorite job of all that you pulled.
The skull face that showed up on my doorstep a few months ago.
And that is what we're here to discuss.
Listen, come on, man.
You gotta believe me.
It was all a big mistake.
I can get your money back.
Hell, I'll even double it.
Hey, wait, wait.
Stop.
Let me make a phone call.
I can get your money back with interest.
I'll do...
Stop.
Stop.
Trick, he's gonna k*ll you if you don't shut the hell up.
Epperson, is that you?
Oh, thank God you're alive.
Listen, you've gotta believe me...
Trick?
That's not what you called yourself, dude.
That's not how you introduced yourself to me.
For once, do what someone tells you and shut up.
Okay, okay.
Listen, I just wanna talk things through.
No, no, no.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Stop, man.
Come on.
I just wanna talk things through like men, okay?
Trick.
Dude, just shut up.
He's gonna k*ll you.
Stop it.
Please, leave him alone.
No, he's not gonna k*ll us.
You're not gonna k*ll us, are you?
No, we haven't seen your face.
Your face is covered.
You keep your face covered 'cause you can get what you want and you get away free.
You know how I know this?
Because this is my game!
You're not a k*ller.
You were saying?
And now we know each other.
Man, you gotta talk to me.
It's Olivia.
I can't get this Samms guy out of prison.
Maybe I could come up with some money.
Angel, listen to me.
You've gotta tell me he's not gonna k*ll her.
I'm going to handle this, but I'm gonna need to leave.
It's very important that you stay here and act like nothing is going on.
Do not leave the house, understand?
What are you gonna do?
I'm getting your ESN number.
It's gonna help us find Olivia.
Every call you get, every call you make, I'll be able to hear.
Every text, every photo.
What you see, I will see.
Just remember, he said no cops.
Luckily, I'm not a cop anymore.
Then, the call came in.
About the finger?
Yeah, about the finger.
Let's go.
He was a good detective and a good person.
He helped me get the job here after I finished the academy.
You keep referring to him in the past tense.
Habit of the job, I guess.
I guess.
That was the case he worked on a few years ago.
I had called 911 about a tenant of mine who had gone missing.
Epperson was one of the cops who showed up to question me.
He was nice.
Partner was kind of a douche.
Okay, that's one of our guys out there.
Great.
Seems like you boys only show up...
When you guys can't get the job done.
And, Officer.
Grant.
Trust me, I didn't ask for this case.
Yes, the department recognizes that the case was closed over three years ago.
Epperson is a great investigator.
He's my go to guy, but he developed a fascination, I'll call it, with the Deathstalker case.
As in he believes the Deathstalker's still out there?
It wasn't just the Deathstalker.
Detective Epperson has found it hard to let cases go just in general.
So, I've heard.
Now, you talk about Detective Epperson in the present.
Officer Grant talks about him in the past tense.
Professional preference, I guess.
I guess.
But, in your professional opinion, do you think Detective Epperson's disappearance has something to do with a past case, or the current case with the Deathstalker?
Lieutenant, hot-off-the-press results.
You're the first.
Good timing.
Agent Church, Ashley Fingerling.
She's our lab rat that discovered that the fingerprints on the appendage do, in fact, belong to Epperson.
Agent Church here is from the FBI.
They want a full report on this whole mess.
And I get the irony.
My name is Fingerling and I worked on a severed finger.
Ha ha.
Is that ironic?
I never seem to be able to use that word properly.
These are the reports.
Go ahead and give us the lazy man's version.
I ran it through the usual and came up with a whole list of things that shouldn't be camping out in his system.
Triorthocresyl phosphate, methocarbamol, dantrolene, amyl nitrite, which is an offshoot of halothane, and botulinum toxin.
It's stuff that can be bought on the black market without too much of a hassle.
But, the most interesting component I found was Ginger Jake.
It's a Jamaican root extract concoction that can cause partial paralysis...
That's full paralysis.
It leaves the cranial and diaphragm nerves intact so the victim cannot move, but can still think and breathe.
It's been found in all the Deathstalker's victims.
Look, I even circled it.
Cool.
Of course, we'll run this up the pole and check for any contraband.
It looks like Epperson exhausted all his sources on this case and I know the bureau has done the same thing.
So, I doubt you guys are gonna uncover anything new.
It's amazing what kind of dr*gs you can buy online these days.
Sure.
So, okay.
Detective Epperson's ex-wife was nice enough to come down here and talk to you for your report?
She's saving me some drive time.
I'm surprised she did.
She's not a big fan of the department.
Thank you for your time.
Agent.
Our entire department is aware of what we're up against and the likely outcome.
The lab reports confirmed my suspicions.
I'm not gonna stand in the way of your reports, so please don't stand in the way of us doing our work.
We're just trying to get out guy back.
You won't even know I'm here.
Are you gonna tell me what's going on?
I need to check on a few things.
With a g*n?
I need you to stay here for a few hours.
Paul's in trouble, so is Olivia.
Please.
My mom is expecting me.
My stuff is packed and on the driveway.
Please, I have to go out and I cannot leave him here alone.
I really need your help on this.
So, basically you're not giving me a choice.
Okay, I will give you a little bit and that's it.
This is for Olivia and for Paul, not you.
Thank you, I think.
Don't answer any calls you don't recognize.
Don't let him make any calls, except to me, okay?
And do not say a word about this.
Not to your mom, don't discuss it with that friend I hate, don't tweet it.
I got it.
Listen, no police.
What is happening?
Are we in danger?
I'm just being cautious.
This is for Paul, this if for Olivia.
We'll talk about us later.
There's nothing left to talk about.
♫ She's running
♫ She's running through my veins
♫ She's running
♫ There's a better way
♫ She's always dissing me
♫ She's running
♫ She's running through my veins
Ow, God.
Oh, no.
No.
No!
When he jabbed me in the neck with that syringe, lights out.
So, you're the reason we're here?
Look, I do a thing for money and I make a few enemies along the way.
But this guy, we did a deal a few months back.
I guess he wasn't impressed.
You did a deal?
What he means to say is that he took the Deathstalker for all he's worth and then crapped all over his life in the process.
Something like that.
So, you're just a con man.
You're just a thief.
I didn't know he was who he really is.
If I did, darling, I wouldn't be here.
Okay, so you and the cop here, you guys know each other.
Why me?
I haven't been involved with you or any case.
Yeah, well I don't know any of you and I certainly don't have any money he can take.
Maybe this isn't about money.
Yeah?
Well, maybe it is about money.
You straight up robbed the guy, but none of us did.
At least I didn't.
Maybe about him k*lling all of us now because you bullied him into showing us his friggin' face.
You really know how to pick 'em, don't you, Trick?
Why do you call him Trick?
Because he doesn't want people to know his real name is Herbert Herbert.
Yes, laugh.
It might have looked funny on my birth certificate.
Oh, and by the way, my last name's pronounced Hebert if you care.
Yes, Epperson, I get it.
I screwed up, okay?
But, this isn't the first time I've had one come after me.
You do remember what happened with Jack.
You don't get this, do you?
This isn't one of your games, Trick.
He doesn't care about the money.
He's a k*ller and he's gonna k*ll every one of us unless we figure out a way out of it.
You're so full of shit.
Seriously.
If you know so much then why are you here?
Yeah.
You expect us to believe that you and Prick, Trick, or whatever the hell, that you guys ended up in the exact same room years later with the same psychopath?
I think there's more to it then that.
What, then?
I don't know.
I haven't figured it out yet.
I think I know why I'm here and our cop boy Epperson might be here because he was tracking this guy and it just so happens that we have history.
So, as it was, two birds one stone.
If we can just figure out what you people are doing here then maybe we find a way out of this together.
Frances Gussley.
Call me Gus.
I haven't been called Frances since middle school.
Gus it is then.
Special agent Bobby Church.
We spoke earlier today.
I want to say I appreciate you coming down here given it's a time-sensitive matter.
It's really helpful.
Have you seen it?
The finger.
So, they told you what they found?
I've been on the bench for two years.
I have a few connections.
Yeah, I understand that.
And no, I have not seen it, but I have read the toxicology report and...
I haven't talked to him in four weeks.
That's what you want to know, right?
I had to put Penny down, the cat.
I thought he should know, you know?
We rescued her together.
Has he mentioned anything to you that maybe seemed unusual?
I don't even know what that would mean.
Irritated?
Yeah, he was irritated.
But, he always seemed irritated when we spoke after the split.
Was it a messy divorce?
I don't know why that's relevant.
I have to look at all the possibilities.
It's my job.
You know that I've been asked all of these questions by his department, don't you?
Why are you from another field office, by the way?
I was married to a cop for four years and in the DA's office before the bench.
I know a little bit about protocol.
I get it, but you gotta understand.
Your ex-husband hasn't missed a day of work in years and now, suddenly, he's not heard from in two days.
Given the recent discovery.
His finger.
Given that, and his involvement in high-profile cases, they asked me to come down here and help out an understaffed division for a couple of days.
Like I said, that's my job.
I understand.
You have a job to do, but I'm afraid that's all you're going to get out of me.
We speak every few months.
That's about it.
I know very little about his life these days.
It's not like him to disappear, but then he wouldn't share with me his plans or anything that he was working on, either.
He's obviously gotten himself into some kind of trouble.
His job tends to do that.
Some men hit the bottle, others bang their secretary.
David's downfall was always his work.
There was a fugitive that got away a few years ago and he's still obsessed about that.
And then the Deathstalker case came around and it was his case.
A big one.
And the FBI took it away from him.
And you took our marriage away with it.
I'm an actress.
I've done a few commercials, some small films.
In between jobs.
My parents help me out.
I'm a graduate student.
Getting my masters in foreign relations and I just got engaged.
Well, you know what I do.
What I did.
Okay, Trick and I aside, for the rest of you it may not be that simple.
You have to think who, or what, are your friends and family connected to.
Who have you, or they, been involved with in the past.
That's where the answers will be.
Ginger Jake.
You wanna grab some ceiling there, pal?
So, that's your plan?
You're gonna sh**t a federal agent.
That's the bluff you're gonna go with?
I'm gonna go for my badge.
Don't get any finger spasms.
No, that bullshit doesn't work with me.
Hands behind.
Now, I don't want to sh**t you, but I will.
Who are you?
Sally?
Sally, come on.
Sally, come on.
Come get your food.
Where you at, ho?
Sally.
Sally?
Shit.
Sally.
What, did you run away?
Shit.
What the shit, man?
These are $900 shoes, you psycho.
My dad's gonna hear about this and you're gonna be gone, man.
You're going to freaking prison forever.
What are you going to do with that?
Yo, dude.
I don't even live here, man.
This isn't my place.
Listen, I can pay, all right?
My dad's a big frickin' lawyer, man.
He could get you whatever you want.
He can get you anything.
Listen, listen.
Don't do that.
Put it down.
I don't even live here, man.
Put it down!
What was that?
What did he draw?
What did he draw?
Guys, come on.
What did he draw?
You can't be serious right now.
A bullseye.
He drew a bullseye.
Why me?
Why am I the only one who gets it?
We don't know what it means.
We know exactly what it means.
It means that I'm a dead man.
I'm dead, I'm gonna die here.
Look at the numbers.
Look at the levels in the jars.
Let's put this together right now.
Don't you get it?
When my parents don't pay Goliath out there, he's gonna come in here and he's gonna k*ll me and then he's gonna go down the line one by one.
Number by number.
What do you mean when your parents don't pay?
I thought you said you didn't know this guy.
I don't know him.
But guess what, I'm not some cop who gets caught and I'm not some chick who's out for a jog.
You wanna know what I bring to the table?
My parents are filthy rich.
Boom, that's what I bring to the table, okay?
So, then why hasn't he made any demands.
Why hasn't he...
I don't know, simpleton.
Since you're the one with the bullseye on your face, I suggest you start thinking this through with the rest of us and stop acting like such an assh*le.
That's why he's taking pictures of us.
He's using the same game I did.
By now he's already contacted your parents, your husbands, your lovers, whatever.
And they're all scrambling to pay him.
If it is your parents, rest assured he's already contacted them and squeezed them into giving him a bagful of cash.
Trust me, I know how this works.
Except your game was bullshit.
He's not bluffing.
At least we're not in one of those wooden coffins.
If we don't figure this out, this will be our coffin.
I'm number two.
Does that mean I'm next?
I saw Epperson in the pictures, so, like you, I came here hoping I'd find something to point me in the right direction.
Well, Detective Epperson seems to be holding up considering.
He and I, we haven't talked in two, maybe three years.
I needed something to go on.
Olivia, her fiancee, Paul.
We're good friends.
Go way back.
So, let me get this straight.
You know two of these hostages that are here.
There's more.
Him.
Him, what?
He went by the name of Trick when Epperson and I first came across him a few years ago.
He's actually the catalyst that made Jack Samms do what he did.
So, what do Olivia and her fiance have to do with Jack Samms?
Nothing that I know of.
But, I'll tell you something with Trick.
There's definitely more to this than what we're seeing.
They look like rag dolls.
This Ginger Jake stuff is no joke.
What do you know about this Deathstalker thing?
I was long gone before then.
Okay.
Well, I'm gonna get my guy on it, see if he can't source where this...
No, come on.
I heard the message myself.
He was very clear with Paul.
No cops.
You give this to your person, who knows what he's gonna do to Olivia and to Epperson.
So, your guy, he can find this source?
He's a she.
She's good.
Been doing jobs for me over the years off and on.
The way I see it, nobody's gonna put a proper trace on this thing for a while.
So, my girl, she'll take a look at the pictures, she'll see what we're not seeing.
She works under the radar.
I just need some time, Agent.
Okay.
Well, my job was to find Detective Epperson and then report back.
I gotta do what I gotta do, but I'm gonna give you some more time.
I'm gonna give it to you because I want to, not because I owe you.
I'll take it.
Epperson.
I felt a tingle in my hands last night when Sasquatch was changing the juice in these tubes.
So, you could move?
I don't know, maybe.
I felt my hands tingle.
Seriously, how long can this stuff last?
Come on.
How much of this crap can he possibly have?
He only has so much in each canister for a reason.
Awesome.
I'll wait it out while you guys figure out a reason.
Never mind the target on my face.
What is this stuff?
I'm not sure if it's the same thing, but the Deathstalker used, like, a cocktail of different paralyzing agents and, like the scorpion, it'll render his victims motionless.
They could still breathe while.
Well.
While what?
While he tortures and kills his victims.
That's what.
Hey, Epperson.
I've been wondering.
How' did you get roped into this and not Scott?
I don't know.
I heard he quit and joined the private sector.
We haven't exactly kept in touch.
Did you say Scott?
Yeah.
Not Brian Scott.
He was a detective and he's in private investigation and security.
Yeah, that's exactly who I'm talking about.
We know him.
He's a friend of my fiance's.
We live right down the street from him.
You're kidding?
No, he's a friend.
I can't, I can't, I can't.
I can't.
Help me!
Help me!
Stop, dude.
Seriously.
Don't.
Don't you tell me to stop.
I have a ticking time b*mb on my face and that ball's about to drop.
What is she doing?
What are you doing?
Be steady with that, girl.
You see what she's doing, Epperson?
Yeah.
Let her concentrate.
I hate you.
Your mom even hates you.
Shut up.
What a freak.
And you're so dumb.
Stupid.
I'm not listening to you.
You're so pathetic.
I'm not listening.
He peed his pants.
Idiot.
Shut up.
Loser.
Shut up.
So stupid.
No, I'm not.
Stand up, you loser.
I'm not listening to you.
So ugly.
So pathetic.
I gave you choices.
I gave you time.
Your nose is so big.
Do not interrupt me.
Doesn't he stink?
Don't.
You'll regret this.
Easy, easy.
Come on.
Am I close?
You're close, just don't rush.
You can rush a little.
No, no, down.
Yeah, down like another quarter inch.
Just from under the right.
Lower.
Hook it now.
Damn it.
Bitch.
Are you seriously unable to shut your mouth for one second?
Can all of you just shut up while I concentrate?
You sure you don't want a beer?
I'm good.
Suit yourself, player.
So, whatcha got for me?
I know you got more than this for me.
You know I do.
There's a lot more where this came from as soon as you get me what I need, okay?
Okay.
I just gave you an ESN number for a cell phone.
It's getting pictures, texts, calls.
Go over every picture frame by frame.
Everything.
Okay.
All right.
All right, I'm in.
What's my deadline?
Deadline is we need it ASAP.
For an assistant, he sure do act like he's wearing daddy shoes.
We don't have time for this.
You know me.
Would I show up if this thing weren't important?
Okay?
I'm good for it and you know that.
Ain't too sure about your pissant assistant though.
Pissant?
It listens.
You got it trained.
All right, well.
This is some shambollock stuff going on here.
Tell you right now, they've got several rerouting programs working.
GPS is bouncing 50 miles at a time.
It's gonna take me about a hot minute, or two, to figure out where this is coming from.
A hot minute?
I'm assuming you mean what?
It's time we don't have.
All right, give me some space.
I'll go through your little picture program.
Plus, I do not need that yapping at my ear.
Don't do it.
No, no.
No, no.
No, no.
Wait.
No!
God!
No, no.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
No.
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, I'm next.
I contacted Zeller.
Epperson's car hasn't been located yet.
Yeah, well, it's still too early for that anyway.
And I spoke to Gussley again.
She said she had no idea where her ex-husband might set up some kind of meeting point, but she also said most likely he wouldn't choose a spot.
So, no go on that one.
So, you talked to Gus.
What else does she have to say?
Oh, God.
Slide it.
Slide it toward your neck.
Lower.
Slowly.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, I'm next.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Shh.
Olivia, try to keep it down, okay?
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Showtime.
Scotty.
Hello?
Do you see what happens when instructions are not followed?
Olivia will be next.
You've got 30 minutes to meet me with Jack Samms or Olivia will die.
Wait, wait, wait.
Where?
What do I...
30 minutes.
Hello?
Hello?
Shit.
Scott.
Yeah?
Talk to me, man.
Paul, listen.
You heard what he said, man.
He's gonna k*ll her.
That she's next.
I'm with people right now we are working on it.
What do I do in 30 minutes?
We're getting close.
What am I supposed to do?
I can't be without her, man.
I know.
Please.
Please.
If you can't find this location.
I'll find it.
We need Jack Samms.
Yes?
Yeah, give it a try.
Slowly.
You got it.
There it is.
Yes, girl.
That's how you do it.
Did she get it?
Yeah, I got it.
You can start kissing my ass as soon as we're out of here.
Gladly.
Give it a few minutes.
If it works, you should get some movement.
If any of you are religious, now's the time to start praying.
Anything yet?
No.
Wait.
Maybe.
Oh, God.
Almost time.
Yes.
You did it.
Buddy.
Buddy?
It's Wendy.
Are you at the shop?
Yeah, I was just gonna leave though.
Cool.
Listen to this.
My sister and her family all got the flu, or something, so I had to cut my weekend short.
I'm stag tonight, so I thought I'd come down and roll up my sleeves.
To help out, keep you company.
Yeah, Wendy.
Maybe have some beers.
I think I need to take a rain check on that.
Shut up.
I really gotta get stuff.
Buddy, you're breaking up.
Hey, I'll just swing by, okay?
I'll see you when I get there.
Keep you company.
I'll see you when I get there.
Maybe have some beers.
Company, company, company.
Keep you company.
Maybe have some beers.
I'll see you when I get there.
Hey, Gus.
Is he still alive?
He is, but there's very little time.
The only demand we've gotten is the reason why we're here and we are running out of options.
It's done.
He's got four hours till he turns back into a pumpkin.
Marshal Philips is a personal friend of mine and is doing me a favor.
So, Samms stays with him in his custody the whole time.
Do you understand?
They're processing him now.
If anything goes wrong, I lose the bench and I'll end up in there myself.
Don't mess this up.
We have no other choice.
Smoke?
I quit.
Really?
Bought a pack.
Thought maybe you were still living the good life.
You don't owe me for it, but totally would've been my treat.
They'll be bringing him through the side access here in a few minutes.
Stay in this lot.
Finish this and have Samms back here before the assistant warden starts sifting through the paperwork I've just signed.
Not too many people like you, do they?
Your head's too square.
It's weird.
Buddy, hello?
Hello?
What's going on here?
Help us.
We need help.
Where's Buddy?
Listen, my name is Detective David Epperson.
We're going crazy.
Would you listen?
Listen to me.
You need to help us.
You need to leave.
Leave this building right now.
Call 911.
He's dead.
Wait, wait, wait.
Stop.
I gotta get Buddy.
I gotta get Buddy.
Watch out behind you.
Get off me.
Let me, Buddy!
Son of a bitch.
Stop, stop!
Stop!
No!
You were supposed to be number four.
Get away from me.
Please.
Detective.
Not anymore.
Sorry to hear that.
Don't suppose you know anything about what's going on tonight, do ya?
Not a clue.
Deputy Marshal Philips.
Special Agent Bobby Church.
Pleasure.
This is ex-Detective Scott.
Ex huh?
Kind of makes me sound unaccomplished when you say it that way, Church.
Thank you.
Look, you're clock's already running.
Is this the car you'll be using for the transport?
Yeah.
And we're using him as a bargaining chip.
I'm honored.
We're just gonna drive him around a little bit.
We'll get him right back.
Watch your head.
Loretta.
How much do you love me?
Depends, Babe.
What you got for me?
I went through your little picture show.
Not much to go on.
You know, IVs, tubes, the finger.
You know, kidnapping stuff.
Boring.
So, you got nothing.
Hold on, pissant.
You know, that mouth of yours.
I got a license plate.
Loretta.
Your little girlfriend, Epperson.
Every picture, his eyes were averted.
It was weird.
I mean, every picture he's looking away, he's nodding.
Even my brother who had Tourette's that would've been strange for him.
Loretta.
He was looking at the glass.
There's something reflected in the glass jars.
I zoom in, I get a license plate.
And yes, I already ran it.
Why?
Because I am the shit, that's why.
The shit dot com, dot net, dot org, all right?
Dot edu.
Please.
It is registered to a one Budford A. Sizemore.
Now, let me ask y'all something.
Who would name their child Budford?
Loretta, we don't have any time for...
I'm assuming you have an address for us.
Yes, I got an address, but he is not keeping them people in that little studio apartment that he's got listed on his driver's license.
I'm guessing, he's got 'em at his workplace because he works at a warehouse.
It's a holiday weekend.
So, the place would be empty.
I'm gonna send you that address.
Stand by.
I told you she was good.
I am the shit.
Paul, we found Olivia.
We're on the way now.
Exciting.
Let's Big Bad Wolf this assh*le.
Do not leave him alone.
I got my orders.
No security cameras.
We could surprise him.
FBI!
Epperson.
We're back here.
Show us your hands!
He's unarmed.
Stay down!
I need an APB on Jack Samms.
Jack Samms.
I need a forensic team on site.
Four victims deceased.
I have three missing.
She's dead.
Where's Olivia?
They're both dead.
Where is Olivia?
Get me out of this.
One police officer in stable condition.
We're in route to the hospital.
You saw the license plate.
What happened in there?
Oh, no, no.
Looks like your plan's not going so well.
Not gonna get any better.
Why don't you get that lady out of that box and we'll figure out how to end this.
I don't know how I missed it.
Yeah, I think that's a great idea.
To end this.
I never liked needles.
I guess that's why I didn't have any.
You son of a bitch!
Ah, don't be mad, Epperson.
It wasn't me that cut your finger off.
I didn't cut your finger off because I'm not about that.
See?
I'm not into v*olence, but apparently my friend here is.
Big man panicked, shot the kid, stomped that poor woman.
I don't know.
She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Young girl, Nicole, she actually got free and made a run for it, but didn't make it.
Sorry about that.
I had to improvise a little.
Yeah, it's all right.
I'm pretty good at improvising myself.
No one dies!
No one dies!
I told him that, Epperson, but he failed.
So, he pays the price.
I'm really sorry about your finger, man.
Where are you taking her?
God damn it.
Come back!
Trick!
Trick!
He was running the show the whole time.
I don't know how I missed it.
Took the truck.
Grabbed that girl, Olivia, and put her in the wooden box, took off.
I can't believe he did this to us again.
So, Epperson comes back in a couple of days.
Yeah, well I'm on the next train out of here.
This came over for you.
Some more craziness about that case.
I want a piece of the action when you get a book deal off of this.
If you ever find Trick or Jack Samms, I'll write that book for free.
Good luck finding that girl.
Yeah?
Thought I'd save you the effort and dial the phone for you.
Yeah, well I still got a finger for you.
Not that I give a damn, but you okay?
Yeah, I'll live.
How's the fiancee doing?
Rough.
Not holding out hope.
Putting a lot on my shoulders.
Yeah, that's what I figured.
Well, like I said, we'll let you know.
But, you know Jack and Trick, they're in the wind.
Probably.
Okay, let me know the word.
And Epperson?
Yeah.
The guy sends you a message and claims to know Jack the Ripper, maybe don't follow that one up.
Will do.
Hey, how's the niece, by the way?
My fiance's niece.
Niece?
Yeah, Paul's niece, Haley.
The one staying with them.
I don't know.
Olivia said something about Buddy kidnapping her, but I figured it was all part of the bluff.
Paul doesn't have a niece.
Agent Church, it's Malone.
Happy to get you back next week.
Sounds like you had exactly the vacation you wanted.
Anyway, I don't know if you're still over there, but I faxed over a few things to add to the file when you hand in the report.
I guess some of Shawn Justice's family has been trying to get all that money from the account he shared with Rona Samms.
Looks like they got lucky.
The judge just allowed the funds released to them today.
Rona Samms being a ghost for five years and all.
Anyway, I've got a couple agents looking into it.
See if there's anything there.
Sent you their IDs if you want something to read.
Hello, Rona.
Jack.
How did you?
I got out.
I guess you don't watch the news.
In the joint, all you have is time.
Time to think.
And all you need is one thing, just one thing, to get you through.
Through those dark nights.
You know what I had?
I had you.
I thought about you every hour of every day.
Jack, the money.
The money?
That's nothing.
I moved around a few things while I was inside.
I still have my old stocks.
Now, Trick, he could never resist that kind of money and I couldn't resist seeing you finally pay up for your sins.
He and I have been working on this a long, long time.
I throw him a bunch of dough, he gets me out.
Luckily, he knows where to find you.
So, here I am.
And so the clock begins.
Yes, it does.
Sent you their IDs if you want something to read.
All this time, Jack.
All this time Trick had you believing that he had a plan to get you out of prison so you could finally take your revenge on me.
What did you think?
That you could just throw money at him again and this time you'd get a different result?
My god, Jack.
You were so blinded by your desperate need for revenge you couldn't see clearly the reality.
I wanted you out.
Shawn's sister wanted you out.
So, here we are.
Son of a bitch.
Trick.
Hello, Jack.
Hi, Rona.
I know the air in your coffins is probably getting pretty thin, so I'll be brief.
Look, I had fun planning this whole thing with the two of you, even though your respective plans were not really the plan.
That FBI thing could've really changed the game, but Olivia, she's as sharp as a, well, a coffin nail.
Sorry, I couldn't resist.
She had it all covered from every angle and does she ever hold a grudge.
Guess she holds you both responsible for Sharon's death.
Couldn't let it go.
And me?
Well, money's money.
But even better, I'm always up for a good performance.
I know things got a little out of whack.
I had no intention for that ogre to start opening fire on people, but he just wasn't really a thinker.
Not like us.
Although, he did serve his purpose.
I do feel bad about him k*lling our randoms.
They seemed like okay people.
Under different circumstances, I think we all would've made a great team.
Oh, well.
You put people in a situation and they react.
And what a situation it was.
Goodbye, you two.
I recommend shallow breaths.
Maybe our cop friends and their new FBI pal will find you in time.
Then again, they always seem to be a step, or two, behind.
And you did kind of screw them over, too.
Perhaps, it's just best to settle in.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
♫ Struck by a look from a girl in the corner
♫ Contrasting colors it's luck that I noticed at all
♫ Her confession of a love for a sailor
♫ Is this interest needs me to stand nearer
♫ With my back to her I watch through the mirror
♫ Her friends say hello and goodbye
♫ Vodka water gives lashes and eyes
♫ While we stand together alone side by side
♫ Go force ahead
♫ She know how she moves
♫ I'm the devil now inside her
♫ She's the angel with black nail paint
♫ The angel with black nail paint
♫ She's the wind that's scraping in my ear
♫ She's the glitter flake she's cold and bitter
♫ She's a white-hot coal burning in my head
♫ She's the planet spinning out of reach
♫ She's a planet spinning out of reach
♫ She's
♫ She's a long dark tunnel through what's sane
♫ Like a teardrop falling across machines
♫ She's shot cut glass slicing deep and slow
♫ You think she's pure like virgin snow
♫ You think she's pure like virgin snow
♫ She's running
♫ She's running through my veins
♫ She's running
♫ She's running through my veins
♫ She's running
♫ She's running through my veins
♫ She's running
♫ She's running through my veins
♫ She's running
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