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[♪♪♪] come on, daddy!let's go play on the beach! craven:i'm getting my shoes off.hang on. come on! craven:just run right in it.go on, run right in. [shrieking] yeah, it's cold, huh? it's gonna bea big castle. craven:let me know if you strike oil,okay?
[indistinct chattering] [train whistle blowing] [man talking indistinctlyover pa] hi. hi, how are you? i've beenwaiting here forever. oh, dad. the train was on time.you're always early. what, are youstarting already? why, you can't take it?
come on, let's go home. [thunder crashes] [retching] you all right,honey? uh-huh. [car horns honking] you know, there's thingsyou can tell me. i'm not as badat communication, and so on and so forth,as you might think.
i've livedin the world. i'm not pregnant. no. no, i wasn'tsaying that. [laughing]yeah, you were. [laughing] you seeing someone? yeah. someone with a name? nah, you wouldn'tlike him.
well, how do you know that? how do you knowi wouldn't like him? i wish you had someone. well, who says i don't havea honey stashed away somewhere? [laughs] you're my girl. [jazz music playing] [pots clattering] hey, careful.careful, it's hot.
yeah, well, i'm not really surehow to cook it. you finally gota vegetable, and i don't knowif i can eat it. you all right?you been to the doctor, yeah? when was the last timeyou went? i get a physicalevery year. oh, that's right,they make you. craven:hey, careful. so how'd you gettime off work?
you don't even knowwhat i do. of course i knowwhat you do. dad, i'm aglorified intern. i can get offwhen i want. i wanted to come home. i'm glad you did. maybe you'll tell mewhat's bothering you. i'm just tired, you know? i think i got a bug.
yeah? wanna lie down?go on. go upstairs,lie down. i got your room allready for you. i know you do,dad. or, ginger ale. that'll settle your stomach.i'll get some. always keep someginger ale on hand. uh, yeah. honey,hey.
come on, honey.come on. okay. dad? oh, my god! oh, my god, dad,i have to go to a doctor! dad, i gotta tell yousomething! i should have told you! what? okay, i gotcha. man:craven!
[engine revving] [gasping] oh, jesus. i know. [panting] oh. holy anoint-- love and mercy. may the--may the grace of--
may the-- may the-- [sobbing] [police radio chatteringindistinctly] man:hey, there's bill. woman:all right, i'll let him know. about 5' 9",5' 10". thinks he's whitefrom what he could see through the eyesof the ski mask. yelled out one word: "craven."and then he fired.
jesus christ. jones:hit emma instead. then he ran. didn't pursue. you want some water,coffee or something? want something stronger? i know somewherein here there's a bottle of crown royalwith dust all over it. you're gonna putthe first foot forward.
tommy, i don't careif it's now. i'll sit with you,okay? bill:get out. get out of here. he's not a basket case.get out. somebody get himsome coffee. i want a glassof ginger ale. get him a ginger ale. we'll get him, tommy. you know how we react to thingslike this. officer involved.
"officer involved." well, we ought to dothat for everybody, right? officer invo-- who the fuckdo you think you are? well, if you wanna getphilosophical, i'll get philosophicalwith you. wanna get cleaned up? no, i'm all right. i want you to come staywith carol and me. no.
you can't stay here. it's where i live. well, if you won'tcome with me-- can't everybody justget out of here? just finish whatthey gotta do and go? this is someone armedand dangerous. what do you think i am? can everyone get out?i don't like them gawking at me. can they just go? finish whatthey gotta do and go.
get out. get out! [cell phone ringing] emma craven's phone. hello? [phone line clicks] emma: are you all right? dad, are you all right? yeah,i'm fine. craven [on video]: who's my little girl?
em. ha! who's my little sweetheart? [loud crashing] [gasping and grunting] [garbage truck whirring] [metal clanging] man [on radio]: a fatal shooting last night of the daughter of a boston police detective leads our news. emma craven, 24, an mit graduate,
was killed in front of her home in roslindale, by a man thought to be targeting her father. [turns radio off] kathy, from what i understand, police don't have much to go on right now. lisa, there is still a lot of unanswered questions when it comes to this case. twenty-four-year-old emma craven was gunned down outside of this roslindale home on the porch just behind me.
now, sources tell me the suspect in this case may be someone-- turn that shit off. --detective craven came across or had a run-in with while he was working. you all right? yeah, i'm fine. none of your neighborssaw anything. and the rain hasn't leftmuch for forensics.
we're gonna need to go throughyour cases, tommy. you must have an instincton this, something. not off the topof my head, no. all right, well, they wanna seeyou upstairs first anyway, so. yeah? this is off-subject.this is my daughter's phone. i need a listof all her contacts. i gotta talk to herfriends, associates. yeah, yeah. janet can doall that. don't worry about it.
blocked incomings too. [knocking at door] [door opens] tom. [door closes] i am so sorryfor your loss. anything you needfrom me and mary. and let us know aboutthe arrangements. it'll be in the globe and the herald.
i haven't been downst--you know, to... thank you. uh, bill whitehouseis running things. he has every resourcethis department possesses. hey, this is a cop thing.officer involved. so will--? will you takea leave of absence? tom, we can't have youon this investigation. it's a rule. well, since it's methat's gotta figure out
who would wanna kill me for reasons onlyi would know about, then i'd ratherget paid for it. so the rules don't apply. he's right, isn't he? i think he is, yeah. all right. i gotta make a statementto the media. is there anything youwant in there?
you wanna stand with me? no, thank you. yeah, well, they wanna see you,tom. the media. i don't wantany part of it. i'm not gonna sit inthe murder room. there's no point to it. there's no physical evidence. if you had a gunor something-- jesus.i can't think.
it'll come to me. it'll come to me, butit's not gonna come to me here. i gotta drive around.i gotta think. right. you do whatyou need to do. you keep me informed.i'll punch in. i gotta go.coroner wants to id the body. are you up to it? yeah. i want my case filesbrought up. nothing this year makesany sense to me at all.
tommy. i'll have themsent to your house. sure. doctor:cause of death: injuries arisingfrom gunshot wounds. massive hemorrhage. heart seizuredue to shock. tom, this isvery difficult. you may think you've done thisbefore, it's not the same. let's get it over with.
doctor:is this your daughter, emma charlotte craven? yes, it is. leave her alone! let me havesome scissors. what was that,tom? scissors.i need some scissors. uh... emma: don't cry, dad.
i'm not. i don't knowif i can make it. you have to. all right.all right. and you're wasting two guyshere at my house, bill. if you want themin the neighborhood, have them goingdoor to door. bill [over phone]: someone's trying to kill you, tom. they're staying.
[sighs] i got nothing.nothing. i don't have enemies. i never lived lifeor said what i thought enough to have enemies. listen, you know i understand. i'm not starting a personalconversation with you, bill. don't get nervous. and tell the two uniformsin the cruiser
to stop pissingin the bushes. they can comein the house. [sighs] [children yellingindistinctly] this is your beach. emma: come on, daddy! come on! come on, daddy! come on! let's go play on the beach! come with me, daddy! come on, daddy!
let's go playon the beach! okay, sweetheart, i'll be rightthere. in a little while. [car tires squealing] [car alarm beeps] you ready for this? ski mask found in a hedgefive doors from you. we got hair. caucasian.it's in for dna. keep me posted. where you going?
[engine starts] [tires squealing] [dog barking] [grunting] [screaming] mr. burnham.mr. burnham, yeah? settle down, all right?i'm not gonna hurt you. see? you knowmy daughter. what? what are you,her boyfriend or something?
all right.okay. i'm-- i'm emma's father. i'm gonna let you go now.you're gonna be all right. okay? okay,be nice, okay? i'm sorry, but you gottaget the fuck out of here now. give me a minute,all right? i wanna ask you a coupleof questions. if you answer the door likeeverybody else-- what the hellare you so scared of?
is this your handgun? huh? how did my daughterget a goddamn handgun? did you give it to her?is this your--? i gave it to her. all right. why? i didn't notice a shotgunin your list of weapons. you own one? you think that i--? this is your pistol.
you licensed it in vermont,it's illegal in massachusetts. i tell the policeyou opened the door with it, that's an automatic yearin jail. not that i don't have youby the balls already for trying to stick mein the doorway. you'd be lying. i don't care. i know you.you're her dad. you never came to visit her.didn't even bother.
you worked with her, and i need to know what kindof trouble she was in. i can't talk about that. there're security strictures.clearance to work where we do. i can understandyou won't help me. but i'm confusedyou won't help emma. look, she's dead, man.there's no way to help emma. there are probablytwo fucking guys out there watching and listening to usright fucking now.
now, i'm sorry, but you gotta getthe fuck out of here now. please. or i'm dead. there's somethingi need to give you. yeah? yeah, sure,go ahead. [groans] here's the keys to her place.and her personal things. thanks. look, i'm gonna leave you alonenow until you realize
you gotta talk to me.all right? i know you're a good guy, otherwise emma wouldn't havehad nothing to do with you. here's my card. it's gotmy cell on it, okay? call. you were right.i don't like him. why did youhave a gun, honey? [children shouting indistinctly] [dog barking distantly] [crackles]
[crackling] [siren wailingin distance] [machinery whirring] jesus. so, what is it thati can do for you, millroy? what do you do usually,jedburgh? if someone has a nationalsecurity problem they dial a numberin northern virginia. and then i decidewhat happens next.
what's your problem? you're a consultant in security.i'm merely consulting. so consult. there's a companycalled northmoor. they own a numberof defense department contracts. it's not an agency front,if that's what you think. it's a real private company. that is unusual. they have private security.autonomous security.
well, i'm autonomous myself. these are the facts: one of their secure facilitieswas penetrated. three people diedmaking their escape. a fourth, an employee who mayhave been involved, has been killed. by northmoor security? i didn't say that. no one would.
[cell phone beeps] the fact is we don't know. she was shot deadfive nights ago. her father'sa boston detective. the boston policeare working on the assumption that her fatherwas the target. and what assumptionare we working on? that he wasn't. who killed her?
that's not the issueat this point. national securityis the issue. i know your function,jedburgh. this has to be cleaned up. whatever it takes? yes. are you absolutely sureyou want me to look into this? because you have to beabsolutely sure. she was killed.in boston.
but this isn'tpart of that. you think it'sa funeral robbery? look, i don't want this gettingmixed up in the other business. i don't need the trouble,all right? you do me a solidin boston sometime. [phone dialing] hello, uh,my name is tom craven. your number was in my daughter's phone records. i'm emma's father.
i'm a policeman. i just wanna knowwhat you were to emma. find out what happened. it says in the paperswhat happened. someone tried to kill youand they got her. is that whatyou think happened? melissa: i run a shop. a luggage shop. i wanna keep runninga shop. look, i'd like to talk to you inperson. i-- will you do that?
about northmoor? yeah, sure, about anythingyou want to talk about. how do i knowyou're you? well, when you meet me, you'll know thati can't be anyone else but emma's father. will you help me? look, i'm out of state.i'm at my grandmother's. i have your number.i'll call you.
i'm hereto see john bennett. detective craven. jack bennett. i'm sorry for your loss. can i say howshocked we all were to hear of emma's death. she was a valued memberof our team. i can't say i knew hervery well personally, but she is well thought of.
she is missed. bennett:in the '60s, this hill was excavated. it was a site fornike nuclear missiles. miles of tunnelsand launch chambers. i'm sure emmatold you. no, she never talkedabout her work. so northmoor bought thisfrom the federal government? well, we--we lease it.
for money? coffee? uh, i'll havea ginger ale. certainly. annie, get detective cravena ginger ale, would you? of course. please. you haveinteresting friends. this facility,r & d in general
brings a great deal of moneyto massachusetts, as reflectedin the tax breaks. how can i help you? i suppose i wanna know whatmy daughter did here. in what sense? she didn't tell youabout her work? perhaps becauseshe was following your security protocols. and what are they,in your understanding?
i don't understand anything.she never talked about her work. right. you understand that most of whatwe do here is classified. almost everything we do. what she did,despite her qualifications, your daughter was a trainee. of course,she was a full employee and there's a benefit package which i suppose you should seepersonnel about.
i'm not interestedin that just yet. all our people are verywell-insured. i'll bet they are. well, what we do here. northmoor is essentiallya research facility. we have a mandatefrom government to develop a safeand clean energy source based on fusion technology.it's very green. weapons.
you make them. well, if we did,it would be classified. now, i can tell you,because you're a policeman and have access to thisinformation anyway, that northmoor'san important part of the nation'snuclear stockpile and maintenance program. we ensure that the nation'snuclear stockpile remains readyfor the president's order.
not weapons,raw materials. emma was a part of this? god, no. as an intern,she didn't have any direct involvementwhatsoever. she worked onthe research floor. we all very,very much regret emma's death. it must be especially painfulfor you in the circumstances. you mean that she wasshot instead of me. as a parent, i can only guessat your pain, i think.
though i'm sure i cannot imagineits full dimensions. i've taken upenough of your time. i'd like to talkto her friends, if any. yes, of course. i'll see whati can do. i'll tell personnel. get you a list,contact numbers, so forth. can i ask you a question? what does it feel like? craven:thanks. craven.
bill [over phone]: you ready for this? i'm ready for anything. we have a dna match. oh, really?give me the skinny. [all shouting indistinctly] agent 1:clear right! agent 2:got a man down on the couch! got a man down on the couch!give me one! contact!move it!
you're awfully calm, tom. doesn't do me much goodto be any other way. no buzz offthis guy, nothing? this guy was a comerin his profession. this guy wasa hit man. what's the matter? nothing. tell me what youwere looking at. says in the evidence log thehair was 2 and a half inches.
so he cut his hair. not as recentlyas a week ago. so, what are you saying? i'm not saying anything. hair can stick to a hatfor a long time, years. decades. and why woulda pro blow off two barrels of his shotgun instead of saving onefor his target? creeping upon a bereaved man
at a murder sceneis not very bright. mr. craven, we have thingsto talk about. like your nameand what you're doing here? like who shot your daughter. you know who shotmy daughter? if i was looking for a man whomight have shot your daughter and i had a limited imagination,of which i do not, i might have looked at thepoor bastard you found today. the known killer.
the unusuallywell-known killer. makes you think. what are you burning? none of your business. yeah, go ahead. cigar? i'm not celebratingjust now. i know you don't smoke.i saw your darpa file. that's my way of telling youyou got a darpa file.
you gonna tell mewhat that is? defense advanced researchprojects agency. their slogan is: [speaking in latin] and i know you know latin. you know whatthat means, yeah? stand the fuck up. please do so. well, it seems you're no onein particular.
just some english guystanding on my lawn with a district of columbiadriver's license. is northmoor partof darpa? well, that'shard to tell. why are you here? your daughter was flagged as a possible terrorist threatto the united states of america. i said "flagged,"i didn't say she was. that's funny, the bostonpolice department
didn't come upwith that one. funny if they had. man:what the fuckare you burning out there? fucking christ. my english friend,mr. davenport here about 6 feet tall,220 pounds is enjoyinghis cigar. [jedburgh laughing] woman:is he putting it out?
i can't sleepbecause of the smell! you said my daughterwas a terrorist. i didn't. but someone did. who are you,mr. jedburgh? i'm a friendof the court. and i'm a bit fucking coldout here. pills,pills, pills. not like whenwe were kids when it was pills,pills, pills
in a very different context. you're not much of a partier,are you, craven? i mean, what do youdo for fun? what do you mean,recently? what's your interestin my daughter's death? well, i don't likethe look of it. i mean,what do you think? do you recognize them? should i?
they broke intoa u.s. classified nuclear research facility. then they drownedin the connecticut river when they were makingtheir escape. now, i know that soundsbollocks, but it's not. northmoor isn't federal.i checked. so if you're saying my daughterwas involved with these people the most you could get her foris trespassing. her apartment was tossed.her computer was stolen.
and do the police knowthat you know that? you're a smart fucker. what does northmoor do? what have they done? the people who drownedbelonged to nightflower. you know, tree-huggers,militants, new age fuckups. sometimes they blow shit up. infrequently,and not very well. you can look them up.
the organization itself,but not the dead guys. they're classified. she wasn't an activist. not the type.my daughter was not a joiner. she was more like me. if she did anything,whatever she did, she would have done it alone. there's a point when anybodycan become an activist. i mean,you see something happen
that's so wrongyou have to act even if it meansthe end of you. now, let's just sayshe was involved. her companions died,and she came home. she didn't say anything. she meant to, she wanted to,but she didn't make it. i'm gonna advisemy department of one, which is me, to allow you to continueyour investigation.
even though you sometimes burn the evidencein your own back garden. and you, an officerof the court. i'm not gonna arrest anyone. i never do. you gonna try and stop me? it depends. i'll see you around. you know, sometimesi feel like diogenes.
you know, the guy who walkedaround with a lamp looking for an honest man. how'd it turn out? what, for him? i don't remember. but you and i did pretty good. bon chance. i thought you were gonna waituntil i was a nice guy. as a career move, man,i seriously need to be seen
telling you to fuck off. you have no idea.you don't understand. go home. go home.go ho-- there's nothing youcan do to me. there are times whenyou don't have a choice what kind of fucking guyyou are. and you understand that because you're doing itright fucking now. may i?
you drinking the good stuff because your job'sgoing so well? is this an intervention? because if it is,i'd like to call a few people who don't whack me aroundbecause i'm afraid for my life. i assumed you'd besome kind of scientist. didn't think your daughter'dgo for a grease monkey? something like that, yeah.if you wanna beat yourself up. well, what if i saidshe said i reminded her of you?
except drinky. something to dowith the absence of bullshit and no patiencefor broadway musicals. you're looking at melike i'm crazy. somebody shot my girlfriend.have you factored that in? what do you know aboutnightflower? you see any granola or c-4in my cabinets? politics don't interest me. what did interest you?
emma. look, i'm under contract.i-- i have a five-year contract. i'm surveilled. i'm gonna losemy fucking job if i talk to you,no matter who's dead. how did my daughter getpeople through the security at a classified nuclearr & d facility? there's a rumorshe had help. you.
no. i passed a polygraphat work. what happened? come on, level with me here.i'm not a cop now, it's just you and me.what happened? you got somewhereelse we can talk? you didn't pass the polygraph,you know. they just told youyou did. emma was writingto senator pine. and at some point she wentto this greaseball local,
a lawyer to see about gettingout of her security-- what was the nameof the lawyer? sampson or sanderman. sanderman. anyway, so nobodycould help her. and whistle-blowers alwayssound like psychos, and pine didn'tget back to her. and so all of a sudden it wasthese nightflower assholes. she got them inthrough the cooling tunnels.
i mean, she didn'tgo in herself. but she was there. how was emmaexposed to radiation? she wasn't. that's what i'm saying, she didn't go inthe tunnels, i mean. they were exposed, but shecouldn't have been exposed. she wasn't in the tunnels. what happened to the peoplethat went in?
there's a protocol. it's bennett,he's insane. in case of a breach,they release irradiated steam. now, i can't prove this,and you can't prove it. i mean, these are clever,clever fuckers, right? you're a cop.you gotta help me. yeah, sure. yeah.i will help you. just come with me,tell me the truth. we'll get you deposedby a lawyer--
no, no.no, i'm sorry, no. i like you,you're emma's dad. but you have to go. all right. you can alwayschange your mind. in the meantime, here,this is yours. it's loaded. that's illegalin massachusetts. everything's illegalin massachusetts. [car doors close]
[siren wails] [phone beeps] [siren blaring] [car horns honk] [siren wailing] what doesit feel like? hm? [rings] good evening, senator. good evening, great to be here.
senator, two days ago,you gave a speech, in which you criticized your colleague, senator stafford, for his position-- well, we all have positions, gordon. i think the american people are asking, with good reason, whether the price they have paid for their security is too high. interviewer [on tv]: with respect, that's an answer
one would expect. but how does it jibe, senator, with your support of secret research facilities in massachusetts? pine: i am curious about what you just asked me. now, if you're asking about this administration's failed policy with regards to-- interviewer: senator, what can you tell me about northmoor? pine: i'm not familiar with the business practices-- the parent company's one of your
biggest corporate donors. pine: well, all i can say about my donors is that they're completely vetted and aboveboard. interviewer: senator, there is a serious and growing petition movement to ban military research and development in massachusetts. i understand that. i understand that. but people have to realize the importance of r & d of every kind
to the massachusetts economy. now to hark back to your question about senator stafford. i fully agree with his desire to expand oversight of r & d but let's not throw out the baby with the bathwater. [foghorn blowing distantly] i never had kids. maybe it's better not to havehad one than to see one die. it was worth everythingto have her.
public drinking is illegalin massachusetts. payback forthe tea party. you ever hadwine before? no, not withany pleasure. besides, with you, i think i'dhave to switch glasses when you weren't looking. [chuckles] my daughter was irradiated. i don't know how exactly,but i think it was
our friends at northmoor. later, she was gunned downat my home. and i want to knowwhat you think about that. i had a source saysnightflower people were intentionally exposed to radiation whilein the tunnels. but that source is dead now. he wasn't a bad guy. now, you know betterthan anyone,
cases like theseare never solved. they're simply too complicated,too much hard work. there's a lot going onout there in this world. and you just nevercan connect a to b. how do you know that? because i'm usuallythe guy that stops youconnecting a to b. it's part of what i do. if i was an employeeat northmoor
and i wanted to blowthe whistle on something, what would i be blowingthe whistle on? well, let's take a walkand we can talk about it. ah. i'm not walkinginto the dark with you. you're a wise man. are you on my side? well, that's hard to tell. you knowthat scott fitzgerald thing
about an artistwho's a man who has two opposing ideasin his head and, you know, he believes inthem both simultaneously? i heard of it,yeah. well, that's sortof the beginning of it. so, what's that like,not being anyone in particular? i don't know what it meansto have lost a child but i know what it meansnever to have had one. you got nobodyleft to bury you.
oh, by the way. thanks for not killing me. detective craven,how do you feel about a suspectbeing identified? you're here laterthan everybody else. is that becauseyou got a lousy boss? i'm so sorry for you. i'm sorryi have to be here. it's all right,take it easy.
uh, you got a business cardor something? look, go on home, honey.it's too late to be out here. i'll call you, huh? i mean, i knewthis would be the outcome. mr. sanderman?i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-- i interrupt? uh, no. i'm thomas craven.detective thomas craven, boston police department.
i know who you are.i'm sorry for your troubles. thank you. i understand mydaughter was a client of yours. yes. i mean, no. we had a consultation. she neverformally became my client. well, it says in her phonecalendar that you and she had dinner on the 18thof last month. yeah, i asked heron a date, yes. well, how'd it go? fine. uh, fine.
she was a-- a nice girl.smart as a-- sorry, i have to go. i'll come with you. can i ask youwhat this is about? she came to your office. she wanted to blowthe whistle on something. you know whatthat's from, right? when cops used to blowtheir whistles? sanderman:i can't talk about that.
craven:i don't want you to. but then later onthat night, you invited her outto dinner. gee, you're really nervous,mr. sanderman. and you're abouttwo seconds away from telling me howinappropriate all this is. let me say right off the bat,i know you couldn't represent herin a non-disclosure contract, but you probably suggestedsome further discussion
over a nice plate of spaghettiand meatballs, huh? you had two agendas. one, youwanted to have sex with her. hey, i'm not passingjudgment here, okay? and two, and really,mr. sanderman, you wanted to know about whatsecurity breach she represented. i have to get to adeposition in springfield. you represent northmoorin local matters. my daughter came to talk to you,but you're northmoor's attorney. let me add that you organizedwestern mass. for senator pine
who's put your name beforetwo different governors for district court judge. so you were aboutto say something? i don't have anything to say and you are out of your depthand far from your jurisdiction. if you don't talk i'm goingto the globe and the herald and tell them my daughter cameto talk about northmoor. you were northmoor's attorney,yet failed to disclose it. then you'll be in the middleof a story saying
how my daughterwas the target, not me. is that whereyou want to be, huh? on what evidencewould you say that? i'll forge a fucking diary,i don't care. getting you in trouble'sgood enough. listen, asshole, this is notabout police, okay? this isn't about policeand arresting, all that nice shit. this is about me knowingwhat i have to know
and that yougotta tell me. now, i wanna seethe senator. see the senator? who the fuckdo you think you are? i'm the guy with nothing to loseand doesn't give a shit. you tell him that. and fastenyour fucking seat belt. emma: look, daddy. lots of a-b-c's. [knocking on glass] i wanna goto her apartment.
i wanna see her things. that's not a good idearight now. i'm sorry. i am so scared. look, i would take youfor a cup of coffee, something to eat. but we haveto just talk now. i'd like to ask youthings about her personal things maybei never knew,
but there'sno time for that-- [crying] look, i-- i can'ttake this, okay? i-- talk to me, huh? talk to me. i introduced herto them. introduced her to who,honey? nightflower. fuck, you know?
corporations this,corporations that. just keep itstraight. huh? they had a little shackon the river. nightflower. [bird chirping] i am so afraid. who are you afraid of? they came to my house.these guys in black suits. they were asking about emma.i lied my ass off. what were they doingat northmoor
that emma wanted to expose? bennett's the motherfucker.all right? it's bennett. that's all she wanted to say,that he was insane. she realized he wascompletely fucking insane. okay, whether he was this,that or whatever. what were they doingat northmoor? why did emma goto nightflower? she couldn't go to the papersbecause of her contract. and the senator wouldn't help.
and you are nothearing this from me. all right? you are not.i run a luggage store. i got a 3-year-old. i'm not hearing thisfrom you. melissa:she had this for you. in case. i never wanted-- i'm just a person. you know?i'm just a fucking person.
okay, honey,i know. go back toyour baby, okay? i never saw you. all right? go on. i gotta tell yousomething else first. she thoughtthey poisoned her. you know, i always liked this town. when she moved out here,
she said it reminded herof paris in the '20s, you know, because we got a verytraditional home in boston and-- maybe it wasn't what she wantedout of life, you know? what was the name of her contactat nightflower? tell me that and we're done. no, i'm done now. in her phone records,there was a guy called robinson. is that the guy? yeah. now i'm done.
we've stabilizedher. she's in a coma, although weweren't able to save her leg. she has a child.is anybody coming to--? her parentsjust arrived. thanks, doc. go ahead.i'll keep you posted. [woman crying] [speaking indistinctly] man [on video]: okay.
my name is emma charlotte craven. i work at northmoor, massachusetts as a research assistant. i know that i am violating the security conditions of my workplace and i know i am committing a crime. but i'm doing this because i've exhausted every legal avenue that is available to me and no one would listen.
so now i have to do what's right. northmoor is breaking the law. they are making nuclear weapons. but these are not american nuclear weapons. they are weapons designed to foreign specifications and built with foreign materials. so obviously if these bombs were ever to be used, they would be traced directly back to another country and not the united states.
i've stolen documents, images, blueprints, but we need proof of the weapons themselves. so i'm showing a team of people how to get into the northmoor facility to video the evidence. i'm recording all this because i'm very scared. i'm under constant surveillance. my-- my phone is tapped, and i'm being followed. so chances are that if you're watching this,
i'll already be dead. i-- i love you, dad. fuck. [bird's wings beating] [chopper whirring] the next time a contractor asksto run his own security, what should i say? i suppose that would beup to you.
this is called a containmentsituation. i wonder why. really the problem is is thatthere are things uncontained and some of them will nevergo back in the box. you're scared about craven,very wisely so, but here's the damagecontrol analysis: apart from craven, three setsof parents have lost their kids. and now you havean employee who tries to run overa single mother only to be shot in the head
by the same cop youpreviously bereaved. i don't know whatyou're talking about. you know the thing aboutthe dead, bennett? they have got lovers,friends, relatives, a billion loose ends,estimated. let's start at the beginningof this debacle. nightfloweris a pack of paranoid, anti-corporate,hubristic freaks. they think you're the devilif you give them ice cream.
do you think threeof their people reading as drownedis gonna read as an accident? it was an accident. and the man involved in theother incident was a bosnian who, as far as paperworkis concerned, is alive and wellin london at this very moment. i can do my job.it seems i can also do yours. what you're doingis not my job. isn't it?
look, even if the drowningswere accidental the bodies were recoveredby a radiation team and disposed of secretly. by your people, not mine. you said they werecontaminated terrorists, not american citizens,and you had contaminated them. one of them isthe only child of a mom with multiple sclerosis. when she's on tv saying,
"last thing i knew theywere breaking into northmoor." do you know whati'm saying to you? do you understandwhat you have done? what's worse: me doing it,if anything has been done, or you covering it up? i'm just a private individual,a citizen, a man. you, on the other hand, are the united statesgovernment. what i am is the guy whose onlyfuck-up is letting you
have your ownsecurity fiefdom. bennett:whatever they say,there was never a break-in. northmoor's never hada security breach, northmoor's neverhad an accident, and northmoordoes not make weapons. least of all, things supposedin certain contingencies best known to you to looklike jihadist dirty bombs. i wouldn't worryabout it more. "fuck you,it's classified"
still works as i'm faras i'm concerned. are you even here, mr. bennett?are we even talking? i'm at my housein virginia. i've got food poisoning.where are you? oh, i'm not here. is robinson keepinghis part of the bargain? mr. robinson? mr. allan c. robinson, jr.? could you remove your glasses,please, sir?
my daughterwas emma craven. she wasn't killed in youramphibious little operation against the corporate satan. no, she was killed later. on my front porch.come here. i wanna know why you, with yourconcerns about the planet and human race, stayed silentabout the deaths of your people. why's that? peoplewith families.
all of them had kids. and one of themwas my daughter. nah, i'm not gonnahit you again. she wouldn't want me to. then again, she's not herebecause of you, you son of a bitch. now, we got a serious situationhere, mr. robinson. see, they know who you are,and you're not dead. you're not dead,shot, hurt, poisoned, nothing.
now, i figure that'sbecause you cut a deal. but you're gonna cutanother deal with me. you're gonnatell me everything. come on,you son of a bitch. [clicking] millroy:i need to knowabout the properties of the substanceyou gave emma craven. i'd rather not discuss itin those terms. is it something she could'veencountered in her work?
any exposure,if there were an exposure would be consistent with a documentable proceduralfailure on her part. is it something that could'veremained in her effects and been transferredto her father without much collateralcontamination? do you mean, could it havepoisoned her father as well? what, in your opinion,would be the consequences if craven opens his mouth?
it's unsurvivable. so be it, then. do you seea soul in there? i beg your pardon? you can buttonyour shirt. now, as we discussedyesterday, there will be someerratic behavior. i regret to saythat this probably means that you'll have less time--
i know what it means. i've been having auralhallucinations. my father's voice callingmy name as i start to sleep. bastard's been deadfor 40 years, and suddenly he's yellingat me again. i come awake. you'renot sleeping? no, i'm not sleeping. i start to sleepand then i jolt awake.
there'ssomething about... the darkness. i don't like it. i'm nota counselor. i know you wannabanter with me. i don't do that. i can only give youthe facts. well, we all knowwhat the facts are. we live a while,
and then we diesooner than we planned. standard procedurewith the senator. yeah, i get it. you know, you didn't reallylet the side stand with you. you got a lot ofbrothers out there. yeah, i know.i like a private funeral. the senator gets in his moods.not too good today. oh, that's too bad,i was jumping for joy. are you hungry?we have some sandwiches,
a cup of tea. no, thank you, sir. well, it's always a pleasureto meet a combat veteran. you left as a master sergeantof a heavy weapons platoon. uh, yes, sir. how'd you do that at 20? everybody else was dead. did you have trouble adjustingwhen you came home? really?
people talk about traumaand so forth. i figure you pretty muchcome out of combat the same wayyou went in. i know that's nota very kind thing to say, but that'smy observation. and i know there'sa lot of big bucks in this post-traumaticstress thing, but combat's pretty muchlike anything else: it can help putperspective on things
when you're scaredshitless. what is the nature of ourappointment, detective craven? well, i was hopingthat you could tell me that. how am i supposed to tell youwhat you want to see me about? well, because you're seeing mein less than 48 hours after i talkedto your attorney. your daughterdid come to me with allegationsabout northmoor. she sent me a letter.
what'd the letter contain? it touched on national securitymatters that are classified. what happenedto the letter? that's also classified. but protocol would be toturn it over to the committee that does oversighton the area your daughter's lettertouched upon. prompting an investigationon my daughter. opening up a darpa file on her,treating her like a terrorist?
i'm not involvedin security matters. i did write to your daughter,advising her that she might bein breach of security. so you didn't help her? i'm very glad to see you,detective, as both a veteranand as a police officer of your many yearsof service. but i have to tell youthat your daughter, and we have to say thisdespite her terrible accident,
was in violationof almost everything of which she could bein violation. what did she allege? that's classified. detective, a very important partof the massachusetts economy is research and development. senator, i think you'rein a position, senator, regarding northmoor, where you had better decidewhether you're on the cross
or banging in the nails. here. these deaths arethe result of a conspiracy by one of your majorcampaign contributors. why do you includeyour daughter? her death was an accident. she was poisoned with thalliumby mr. bennett. oh, i think i'm scaring you,senator. there's probably not too muchupside to scaring a senator
except to providesome perspective. so i'm gonna go now,but i'm gonna leave you these. and i want you to calleverybody involved, and tell them i knoweverything i need to know to throw a real box oftarantulas into this situation. if you have information-- shut up, i'm not interestedin talking any more shit. you investigate thisat a national level.
you do that, maybe you'll comeout of this all right. i don't know. i don't think you knewthat the people you are in business withkilled my daughter. but now that you do know, what are you gonnado about it? good afternoon,senator. get out of the vehicle. what the fuck do youthink you just did?
you just rear-endedan unmarked cruiser, and i made an observationthat you're armed. through smoked glassand our coats? yeah, i'm funny that way. get out of the car nowor you're gonna make a move for something onthe inside of your jackets, you understand me? get out of the car. [police siren wailing distantly]
all right, on your knees.hands on your heads. what do you got,tommy? craven:these guys are armed. they were following me,rear-ended my car. you got someid there? they're not law enforcement.imagine that. what are you? you don't think this is gonnaget straightened out? not for a while.
these fuckersgot automatic weapons. you just madea serious mistake. did you shoot my daughter? i'm the supposed targetof the killer. so you're gonna follow me,armed, with no credentials, into the city of boston? are you outof your fucking mind? welcome to hell. a strange new twist in the emma craven case.
as you know, a suspect has been identified in her murder. but there are new developments today involving her father. two men have been arrested in boston. police say the men were taken into custody after their car crashed in the back of an unmarked police car driven by boston police detective thomas craven, the father of emma craven. this all happened on arlington street.
robert down of dover, maryland and thomas hannaham of washington, d.c.... ...were also found armed with automatic weapons. bennett. we need to abortright now. [over phone] we can't risk dealing with craven yet. it's too late. it's already been done. reporter: --would not explain why they had
automatic weapons in their car. what,you wanna try? mm-hm. hold your hair back.your mother will kill me if i get it all messed up.there you go. there you go. also on your chin. little moustache. [giggles] perfect. now you needyour razor. here you go.
don't cut yourself. comb. that'll work. all right, now watch. painless. wash it off. and one more. [coughing] [knocking on door]
can i come in, tom? remember that trooper outat the airport, busted whitey, and got demotedand transferred? he knew what was going on. but he couldn't prove it, and nobody wantedto know about it. and finally he shot himself.you remember that? i don't thinkyou'd shoot yourself. but what's comingis worse than that.
it isn't what it is,tommy. it is never what it is. it is what it can bemade to look like. there's a dain hampshire county gonna charge you with the deathof your daughter's boyfriend. he don't have a case. that doesn't matter. it'll be five yearsof people thinking you did it. you'll go broke,you'll lose the house.
then they'll goafter your pension. if you win the case,then there'll be a civil suit, and by that point you won'tbe able to afford a lawyer. what are theyoffering you? i got kids, tommy. i don't. but even if you did,right? even if you did? yep, even if i did.
you know, bill, no one expects youto be perfect. but there's just a few basicthings you gotta get right. always do the best you canby your family. go to work every day.always speak your mind. never hurt anyonethat doesn't deserve it. and never take anythingfrom the bad guys. that's all. it's not much to ask.
[gun cocks] hello, craven. [grunts] [metal clanking] i need your car. [water running] not yet. go ahead. hold on.
hey, i'll call you back. derek. derek. you're all fucked up,craven. you're all done.sit down. lie down.be dead. oh, you fuck! say, "craven." fuck you. ah! you fuck!
"craven."say it. fuck.craven. louder! craven! i'm sorry you hadto see that, honey. thank god. deep down, you knowyou deserve this. [gun drops]
moore:got a cop of almost 30 years,spotless service, and there's not one personon our side who can explain his instability without lying. who has executed the directorof the nuclear research facility where his daughterwas employed. okay. ideas. your scenario is this. he was accidentally poisonedby his own daughter. but he blamedbennett.
how do we know that? testimony of an altercationthat happened at northmoor while he was there. testimony fromthe senator. i can easily testify that he wasunstable, he came to my house-- that's right. he made wild allegations,he was armed. you know, you was reallylucky to live. that's true.that's very true.
now the real story here,gentlemen, is, "united states senatorescapes assassination." that's right.that's the lead story. that'll wipe the rest of itout of the media. anyone who looksat the rest of this is gonna see thatsomething happened but no one's gonna be ableto figure it out. that's your objective. to make it so convolutedthat anyone can have a theory.
but no one's gotthe facts. that's quite good,jedburgh. senator, i've been makingthings unintelligible for the past 30 years. oh, and by the way,it's captain jedburgh to you. captain? of what? very littlehe can tell you about. [scoffs] right. well, it seemswe have a good starting point.
what's the prognosison craven? well, you knowhe's terminal. we're all terminal,millroy. even middle management. but how fast is he beingterminal? he's incapableof speech. thank god for that. [both chuckle] i understand you had a chanceto terminate detective craven
and did not do so. you come to me,i look at things, but i decide. jedburgh, we've got to getthe senator out to the press. i've decidedwhat this country is. people whodeserve better. yeah, we all appreciatecaptain jedburgh. yet we would havenot got to this extremity had he done whatthe situation clearly dictated.
jedburgh:senator, i don't think you reallyunderstand what side of the situationyou're on. well, i think we've hada successful meeting. [pine gasping] i am aunited states senator. by what standard? you got a family? kids?
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