(Hollis) I spend my days looking for reasons.
The reasons people do what they do.
It's my job, it's my WW-.
I wanna know why. Why it's like this.
WW 900d people die.
(snoring)
"(TV 0")
- Horn, what's up? - That.
(snoring)
(snoring continues)
You OK?
- Just a little tired. - You sure?
Thanks for asking, though.
(snoring continues)
- (man next door) Hey, who are you? - (gunshot)
(Gunshot)
Hey.
Catch.
Damn!
Silence is golden.
Manager heard two shots just after midnight.
One round passed through the victim,
leaving a very nasty exit wound.
The victim got off a shot with a .38 we found next to the bed.
We were still looking for the slug when we got word you were on the way.
Some reason the FBi's interested in the death of an unemployed baker from Miami?
- The guys are just wondering. - One mystery at a time, Detective.
Gentlemen.
Is that his ID?
Name's Daryl Norcott. Has two daughters in Newark.
According to them, he was en route for a visit. Stopped off at the Lincoln Memorial.
Armed with a .38.
Hotel like this, it's not unusual.
Somebody pulled a John Wayne Bobbit. Postmortem.
It's not an uncommon mutilation.
Well, that's comforting.
ME says it looks like a big, sharp knife. A hunting knife.
One clean slice, no tearing. We were thinking
Mob, maybe? Bolivian necktie sorta thing.
If it was ritualistic, they'd have left it here.
Maybe he stiffed some chippy.
Whoever it is, I wanna make sure he doesn't do it again.
(loud TV next door)
What about the neighbours?
Mr Larkin? Special Agent Hollis, FBI. May we come in?
Would you mind turning this down?
(officer next door) ..FBi's interested.
It's her. She asked for this case.
Where's your roommate?
What's her name? I'm having trouble reading it here.
You know, truth is, I forget her name.
Two men were checked in here.
Can you help us out?
OK.
These two guys say they got three more days paid in advance, do I want their key?
And you did.
- Right around a .38. - What's it doing in here?
I believe we're looking for two suspects, not one.
Montana.
Montana's cool. We could become cattle ranchers.
Too many crazies.
Bolivia.
Now, there's a thought.
Imagine how different a day in the park would be
if you knew you were being watched by a 30-06.
Pow!
Yes, sir. I want me some of that.
You're working hard.
Yeah.
Hotel shooting. A baker.
- How's it going? - Fine.
I have two suspects.
These?
Courtesy of a local derelict. Fortified wine isn't exactly brain food.
Two shots were fired. One, apparently at the perpetrator,
stopped by a Spectra Shield A350 assault vest.
What else?
The killer was armoured. Prepared.
The blade work was highly evolved.
We're looking here at an extremely organised night stalker.
And he's probably out there now, preparing his next attack.
What do you think?
I'd like to see the crime scene, if that's OK.
Drinking alone ain't good for ya.
Who says I'm alone?
- We've got the next round. - I'm not interested.
Leave her alone.
- You want some? - You want some?
You're two hours late.
(couple having sex next door)
(Frank) Any prints?
There were hundreds of odd latents. Probably
been years since this place was cleaned last.
Our transient contaminated anything useful.
(moaning $20575)
I know - it's natural.
- I found this slug right here. - (moaning recommences)
Right in the open?
Yeah. I guess they didn't think anyone would find it.
Maybe they didn't care.
Annoying-What do you mean?
What do you mean, "they didn't care"?
These two men use a stolen credit card to pay for the room.
They gave their key to an indigent after the event.
That's very risky. I'd even call it cavalier.
They'd be aware of the consequences.
Killing is a human impulse unchecked. There are killers who obey that impulse
as naturally and as casually as any human act.
But there's gotta be a reason.
An outlaw named John Wesley Hardin once killed a man for snoring.
There'd be a stressor. Some kind of compelling factor.
There's gotta be, there always is.
You won't solve this case looking for a reason, Agent Hollis.
Everyone has a reason.
What's yours?
Honey, let's go shoppin'.
This one's the leader. He's directing the whole show from here.
- Here? - You're talking to the others.
I've got a clear line... on all three casualties.
But I'm completely exposed.
(Frank) The shopper's down. Not from your shot, though.
The other man brought her down.
- What am I doing? - Standing there.
With an off-duty cop 20 feet away.
What is this guy doing? He can't just be standing here talking.
There, he shoots.
No, he just took a hit. There, again.
Square in the chest.
There, he shoots the cop.
What's he doing now?
Eating candy.
Prints.
We'll have a name, that's all.
These guys are on a high, moving fast. Looking for their next high.
I'm notifying area supermarkets.
It won't be a supermarket. It'll be random. It won't make any sense.
Thank you. I'm notifying area supermarkets.
Agent Hollis.
- You requested this case. - Yes, I did.
Why?
That's the question, isn't it? Same one I'm asking you.
Hey, neighbour.
- Dead end? - Yeah. You're not kidding.
I think the trail you're after's up there.
Hey, you want anything?
Food? Water? We got plenty.
No, thanks. I'll be OK.
You wanna get high?
I knew I'd find you here.
I've been running prints off the candy wrapper.
- And? - I got a name.
Rick Van Horn. Average IQ. High school education. Nothing past that.
Eight years military education, three years special forces.
His stepfather did manage a supermarket for a while.
- Priors? - None.
Which is meaningful. Suggesting a release of over-controlled anger.
We wanna describe men like this with words that make us feel we can know them.
If we know them, we can find them.
20 years ago, you watched a man named Michael Wynter kill your sister.
Two decades later, you still wonder could it have been different?
Could she still be alive today?
Why did it happen?
You request cases like this on that anniversary.
Hoping for answers.
But no amount of detective work can close your sister's murder.
Or tell you why.
That all ended the day that Michael Wynter killed himself.
I don't need you to profile me.
Or to tell me what I hope for.
You want reasons. You wanna make sense of this case,
hoping that there is sense to be made of what happened to your sister.
- You're looking for logic that isn't here. - So are you.
Take yourself off this case. I've been there. Walk away.
If you want to apply your psychiatric talents,
do it to psychos, like Rick Van Horn.
I don't need your help.
No, man, no. Bungee jumping is not hardcore.
Now it's rope free fall, with climbing rope.
- 60 to zero, .3 seconds. - That's wild.
It's freedom. And once you accept that facing falling means facing death,
you can climb up, jump off anything.
Control the conditions that make you afraid, you're free, man.
So you're really hardcore, huh, Kyle?
Three grand in your pocket if you shoot this apple of my head.
Yeah, right.
- No way. - Three grand.
Take a slow, deep breath, then fire.
- Man, are you OK? - That felt great, didn't it?
The power, the control. Life and death in your hands. You're God.
- Double or nothing. - No, man. I'm done.
- No, I meant it's your turn. - No, thanks, man.
You run, I'll blow your stomach open. Against the tree.
Apple on head, kid.
I don't wanna do this, man.
You scared, Kyle?
- Yes. - Now, that's exactly the wrong attitude.
"Control the conditions that make you afraid
and you're free." That's what you said, right?
Face death, you're free.
You're free.
Kyle Riley. Died around midnight last night.
We found his mountain bike over there.
Now, we assume he transported it, but we haven't found the car.
It's probably been stolen.
You say you know who did this?
Yeah.
Anybody have a tape measure?
Gimme a tape measure.
- Here. - Thanks.
- How tall was Kyle Riley? - Just under six feet.
- I'm not sure I know what you're doing. - (Frank) Agent Hollis.
What happened here?
I think they were playing some sort of game.
One miss, one hit.
One guess who was behind the trigger.
Van Horn is an expert shot. He's a military sniper.
First shot wasn't at the victim.
William Tell, but with two players.
- First up was Van Horn. - I think you're right.
He stood here, excited, like we saw on the video tape from the supermarket.
Shoot, be shot. Random, wild.
Chance.
All to impress the girl.
She's nothing to him. Nobody is.
No. That's why they follow him.
That's his power.
And his power is their disease.
- We're on TV. We're everywhere. - I think you should calm down.
Peter went for ice cream. Go find him. I'll get the truck.
Cool.
What are you doing? Leave my car.
Tell it to impound.
Lower the damn car. Now.
- Now! - OK, OK.
Drop the gun, lady. Drop it.
Take it easy, take it easy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We got nothing. It'll never work.
(policeman) All right.
Let's get those off.
- That should make it easier to talk. - I've nothing to say.
There's a problem with that, Joni.
You're the one with the record.
Not Rick. Not Peter.
You've done time twice.
That makes this three strikes for you.
Just shoplifting and a little dope.
I'm not saying the law's fair,
but they'll come after a repeat offender
harder than they'll come after Rick. That's a fact.
She's lucky you guys are handling this.
My response would be go one-on-one with them.
Yeah.
(Hollis) Right now, my only concern is making sure no one else gets hurt.
If you'll help me, I'll help you.
I can't.
Joni, you could've shot that tow truck driver, but you didn't.
You haven't killed anyone. That's not who you are.
When they shot that man at the hotel,
you weren't even there.
Sometimes things happen.
They get out of hand,
maybe someone pressures you.
Have you ever had someone that you'd do anything for,
cos they're your whole world and your own life doesn't even really count?
Only your life with them.
And you're happy, and you'll do anything they say,
cos all that matters is being close with them.
Have you ever loved somebody like that?
Yes, I have.
See, I never did.
Hey, honey, you're in the wrong line of work.
Get her back to her cell.
Hey! Get a lawyer in here.
You hear me? Lawyer!
Let it go, Emma.
You're right.
I don't know them. I'll never understand.
Agent Hollis,
you're not in the wrong line of work.
(bus driver) Thank you. Thank you.
- That phone - does it do 911? - Yeah. Is there an emergency?
(screaming)
We got another passenger to pick up. City jail.
They want the girl on the steps, waiting for them. What do we do?
- Cordon off the streets. - They're back on line asking for you.
Keep 'em talking. Don't say yes or no. Just stall. Don't give 'em anything.
- How long till state SWAT arrives? - 30 minutes.
We've gotta stall them until then.
Come on, come on. Is anyone there?
- This is Captain Kevin Mann. - Captain, my captain.
Turn right here, right now.
Is everyone OK?
I can't speak for the others, but I've been better.
Cos I'm not seeing Joni outside, like I said. Stop right up there.
How can we put an end to this?
I already told you, Kevin. Bring Joni out, or I kill everybody on board.
All officers are back from patrol and in position.
- How many? - 12. Counting us, 14.
- Is anyone there? - I'm here.
Are you deaf or stupid? What's your damn problem?
- What's going on? - (exasperated grunt)
He just hung up.
You'll hear from him again.
- Snipers, prepare to fire. - No. Tell them to hold their fire.
(radio) Authorities were alerted to the threat
as the hijacked bus drove through red lights.
Again, avoid the area of the police station at Madison and Highland,
where two armed white males hold 11 hostages in an FRD bus.
Stay tuned for street closures and other breaking news.
Let's put the woman on the phone. Have her talk to him. Try and buy some time.
That won't fix it. He's on a spree. He wants a firefight.
- He's not gonna try and blast his way in. - (radio) Captain, we got movement.
- Tell your men to get ready. - For what?
They're never gonna let her go.
We could kill every moron on board, they still wouldn't let her go.
- So what do we do? - We power in there and grab her.
I saw 'em. We can do it.
Look at us. We're unstoppable.
You and me. King of the world.
Hold fire until they're well clear of the hostages.
- (Peter) Dammit. - You and me, man.
Who's got a bead?
(radio) Man down. Hold your fire. Suspect down. Suspect down.
Help.
Stop the car. You hear?
Back up.
(officer) Come on. Move it, move it!
- Let's go. - Check underneath the vehicles.
Well, well.
Looks like fate brought us together, didn't it, Miss FBI?
You missed all the excitement, but maybe we
can figure out something for the two of us.
- I want double cars on these bridges. - (phone rings)
I don't want anyone missing the Interstate.
- Yeah. - (Rick) Pull over.
(Hollis) Keep away from me.
- He's with Hollis. Get me a car. - (Rick) I'm trying, but it is very hard.
All fun and games, huh?
You'll wind up dead.
They gave it their best shot. Pull over.
Triangulate this call. I need a chopper over there and an EMT crew, now.
Yes, sir.
Pull over.
Are you scared, Emma?
Yes.
That's smart not to lie.
People are dead. I don't have time for your games.
Pull over.
OK. OK.
But first, tell me why.
"Why"?
You tell me.
Help.
(Hollis) What if there is no “why”, Mel?
What if you can never know?
What if there is no "why"?
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(child) I made this!
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