Edge of Darkness (2010) - full transcript

Edge of Darkness (2010)

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Come on, Daddy!

Let's go play on the beach.

Just going to take my

shoes off, okay?

Yeah, it's cold, huh?

It's going to be

a big castle.

Let me know if you

strike oil, okay?

- Hi.

- Hi, how are you?

I've been waiting

here forever.

Oh, Dad.

The train was on time,

you're always early.

- Are you starting already?

- Why? You can?t take it?

Come on, let?s go home.

You alright, honey?

You know there's things

you can tell me.

I?m not as bad at

communication and...

so on and so forth as

you might think.

I've lived in the world.

I'm not pregnant.

No. No, I wasn't

saying that.

Yeah you were.

Are you seeing someone?

Yeah, I am.

Someone with a name?

- Nah, you wouldn't like him.

- How do you know that?

How do you know

I wouldn't like him?

I wish you had someone.

Who says I don?t have a honey

stashed away somewhere?

You're my girl.

Yeah, well, I'm not really

sure how to cook it.

You finally got a vegetable and

I don?t know if I can eat it.

You alright? You've been

to the doctor, right?

When was the last

time you went?

- I have a physical every year.

- That's right. They make you.

Careful. So how did you

get time off from work?

You don?t even know

what I do.

Of course I know

what you do.

Dad. I'm a glorified intern.

I can get off when I want.

I wanted to come home.

I'm glad you did.

Maybe you'll tell me

what's bothering you.

I'm just tired, you know.

I think I got a bug.

Yeah? Want to lay down?

Go upstairs, lay down.

I got your room all

ready for you.

I know you do, Dad.

Ginger-ale. That will settle

your stomach. I'll get some.

I always keep some

ginger-ale on hand.

Honey, honey.

You alright?

- Dad...

- Yeah?

Oh my god I have to

go to a doctor!

Dad, I got to tell you something

I should have told you!

I got you.

CRAVEN!

Oh Jesus!

You're my girl.

I... I know...

Through this

holy anointment...

love and mercy...

with... with the grace...

may the... may the...

About five nine, five ten.

Thinks he was white from

what he could see through

the eyes of the ski mask.

Yelled out one word, "Craven",

and then he fired.

Jesus Christ.

Then he ran.

Didn't pursue.

You want some water or

coffee or something?

You want something

stronger?

I know somewhere in there

is a bottle of Crown Royal

with dust all over it.

You're going to put the first

foot forward, Tommy,

I don?t care if it?s now.

I'll sit with you, okay?

Get out.

Get out of here.

He's not a basket

case. Get out.

- Somebody make some coffee.

- I want a glass of ginger ale.

Get him a ginger ale.

We'll get him, Tommy.

You know how we

react to thing like this.

Officer involved.

"Office involved". We ought to

do that for everybody, right?

"Officer involved". Who the fuck

do you think you are?

If you want to get philosophical,

I'll get philosophical.

- Want to get cleaned up?

- No, I'm alright.

I want you to come stay

with Carol and me.

No.

- You can't stay here.

- It's where I live.

- If you won't come with me...

- Just tell everybody to just

get out of here, just finish

what they got to do and go.

This is someone armed

and dangerous...

What do you think I am?

Can everybody get out?

I'd like them to go,

can they just go finish

what they do and go?

Get out.

Get out!

Craven's phone. Hello?

Are you alright?

Dad, are you alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Whose my little girl?

M.

Whose one of

those sweethearts?

M.

...shooting last night, 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..

Cathy, from what I understand,

police don't have much to

go on right now.

Lisa, there is still a lot of

unanswered question when it

comes to this case.

24 year old Emma Craven

was gunned down outside of

this Roslindale home on the

porch just behind me. Sources

tell me the suspect in this case...

Turn that shit off.

- You alright?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

None of your neighbors

saw anything.

And the rain hasn't left

much for forensics.

We need to go through

your cases, Tommy.

You must have an instinct

on this. Something.

Not off the top

of my head, no.

They want to see you

upstairs first, anyway.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

This is off-subject, but this

is my daughters phone.

I need a list of all the contacts,

I got to talk to her friends,

- associates, whatever...

- Yeah yeah.

Janet can do all that.

Don't worry about it.

Blocked incomings too.

Tom.

Sorry for your loss. Anything

you need from me and Mary.

And let us know about

the arrangements.

It'll be in the Globe

and the Herald.

I haven't been down to,

you know, the...

Thank you.

Bill Whitehouse

is running things.

He has every resource this

department possesses.

This is a cop thing.

Officer involved.

So, will you take a

leave of absence?

No.

We can't have you on this

investigation. It's a rule.

Well, since it's me that's got

to figure out who would want

to kill me, for reasons only

I would know about, then

I'd rather get paid for it.

So the rules don't apply.

- He's right, isn?t he?

- I think he is, yeah.

I have to make a statement to

the media. Is there anything

you want in there? You

want to stand with me?

- No, thank you.

- They want to see you.

I don't want any part of it.

Alright.

I'm not going to sit in the

Murder Room. No point to it.

There's no physical evidence.

If we got the gun or something.

Jesus, I can't think.

It'll come to me.

It'll come to me but it's not

going to come to me here.

I've got to drive around.

I have to think.

You do what you need to do.

You keep me informed.

I'll punch you in.

I got to go. The Coroner

wants to ID the body.

- Are you up to it?

- Yeah.

I want my case files

brought up.

Nothing this year makes any

sense to me at all.

Tommy.

I'll have them sent

to your house.

Sure.

Cause of death: injuries

arising from gunshot wounds.

Massive hemorrhage. Heart

seizures due to shock.

Tom, this is very difficult.

You've done this before,

but it's not the same...

Let's get it over with.

Is this your daughter,

Emma Charlotte Craven?

Yes, it is.

Leave her alone.

Let me have

some scissors.

- What was that Tom?

- Scissors. I need some scissors.

Don't cry.

I'm not.

I don?t know if

I can make it.

You have to.

Alright.

You're wasting two guys

here at my house, Bill.

If you want them in the

neighborhood, then have

them going door to door.

Someone's trying to kill

you Tom. They're staying.

I got nothing. Nothing.

I don't have enemies.

I never lived life or said

what I thought enough

to have enemies.

Listen, you know

I understand.

I'm not stuck in a personal

conversation with you, Bill.

Don't get nervous.

And tell the two uniforms

in the cruiser to stop pissing

in the bushes. They can

come into the house.

This is your beach.

Hey Daddy.

Come on in.

Come on, Daddy!

Okay, sweetheart,

I'll be right there.

Go on.

"NORTHMOOR"

"Weapons Query"

"Searching... "

"David Burnham"

Tom!

You ready for this?

Ski mask found in a hedge

five doors from you.

We got hair. Caucasian.

It's in for DNA.

- Keep me posted.

- Where are you going?

Mr. Burnham?

Mr. Burnham, yeah?

Yeah.

Settle down. Alright?

I'm not going to hurt you.

I see you know my daughter.

Are you her boyfriend?

Alright. Okay.

I'm Emma?s father.

I'm going to let you go now.

You're going to be alright.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

Okay, be nice. Okay?

Jesus.

I'm sorry but you're going to

get the fuck out of here now.

Give me a minute, alright?

I want to ask you some questions.

Why not answer the door

like everybody else?

What the hell are

you so scared of?

Is this your handgun?

How did my daughter get

a god damned handgun?

Did you give it to her?

Is this yours?

I gave it to her.

Alright.

Why?

I didn't notice a shotgun

in your list of weapons.

- Do you own one?

- Do you think that I...?

Your pistol.

You licensed it in Vermont,

it's illegal in Massachusetts.

I tell the local police barracks

you opened the door with it

that's an automatic year in jail.

Not that I don?t have you

by the balls already for trying

to stick me in the doorway.

- You'd be lying.

- I don't care.

I know you.

You're her dad.

And you never came to

visit her. Didn't even bother.

Yeah, well... you

worked with her.

And I need to know what

kind of trouble she was in.

I can't talk about that.

There's security structures.

Clearance to what we do.

I understand you

won't help me.

But I'm confused you

won?t help Emma.

She's dead, man. There's

no way to help Emma.

There are probably two

fucking guys out there

watching and listening to

us right fucking now

Now, I'm sorry, but you need

to get the fuck out of here now.

Please.

Or I'm dead.

There's something

I need to give you.

Yeah? Sure, go ahead.

Here's the keys

to her place.

And her personal things.

Thanks.

I'm going to leave you alone

now until you realize

you got to talk to me.

Alright?

Yeah.

I know you're a good guy

otherwise Emma wouldn't

have nothing to

do with you.

Here's my card. It's got

my cell on it, okay?

Call.

You were right,

I don?t like him.

Why did you have

a gun, honey?

Jesus.

Is there something I

could do for you, Millroy?

What do you do

usually, Jedburgh?

If someone has a national

security problem...

they dial a number in

And then I decide

what happens next.

What's your problem?

You're a consultant in security.

I'm merely consulting.

So consult.

There's a company

called Northmoor.

They own a number of

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.

I'm autonomous myself.

These are the facts:

One of their secure facilities

was penetrated.

Three people died

making their escape.

A fourth, an employee who

may have been involved

has been killed.

- By Northmoor security?

- I didn't say that.

No one would.

Fact is, we don't know.

She was shot dead

five nights ago.

Her father is a

Boston Detective.

Boston police are working

on the assumption

that her father was

the target.

And what assumption

are we working on?

That he wasn't.

- Who killed her?

- That's not the issue at this point.

National security

is the issue.

I know your function, Jedburgh.

This has to be cleaned up.

Whatever it takes.

Yes.

Are you absolutely sure you

want me to look into this?

Cause you have to be

absolutely sure.

- She was killed in Boston.

- Yeah.

But this isn't a

part of that.

You think it's a

funeral robbery?

Yeah.

Look..

I don't want this mixed up

with the other business.

I don't need the

trouble, alright?

Do me a solid in

Boston sometime.

Thanks.

Hello?

Hello. My name is

Tom Craven.

Your number was in my

daughters phone records.

I'm Emma's father.

I'm a policeman.

I just want to know what

you were to Emma.

Find out what happened.

It says in the papers

what happened.

Someone tried to kill you

and they got her.

Is that what you

think happened?

I run a shop.

A luggage shop.

I want to keep

running a shop.

I'd like to talk to

you in person.

- Would you do that?

- About Northmoor?

Yeah, sure. About anything

you want to talk about.

How do I know

you're you?

When you meet me,

you will know that guy

can't be anyone else

but Emma's father.

Will you help me?

I'm out of state,

I'm at my grandmothers.

I have your number,

I'll call you.

I'm here to see

John Bennett.

Detective Craven.

Jack Bennett.

- I'm sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

Can I say how shocked we all

were to hear of Emma's death.

She was a valued

member of our team.

I can't say I knew her

very well personally, but

she is well thought of.

She is missed.

Thank you.

In the Sixties, this hill

was excavated.

The site for Nike

nuclear missiles.

Miles of tunnels

and launch chambers.

- I'm sure Emma told you.

- She never talked about work.

So Northmoor bought this

from the federal government?

- Well, we lease it.

- For money?

- Coffee?

- I'll have a ginger ale.

Certainly.

Annie, get Detective Craven

a ginger ale, would you?

- Of course.

- Please.

You have interesting friends.

Yes.

This facility, R&D in general,

earns a great deal of money

to Massachusetts. As

reflected in the tax breaks.

How may I help you?

I supposed I want to know

what my daughter did here.

In what sense?

She didn't tell you

about our work?

She was following your

security protocols.

And what are they in

your understanding?

I don?t understand anything.

She never talked about work.

Right.

Well you'll understand that

most of what we 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 I suppose you

should see Personnel about.

I'm not interested

in that just yet.

All our people are

very well insured.

I bet they are.

Well, what we do here...

Norhtmoor is essentially

a research facility.

We have a mandate from

government to develop

a safe and clean energy source

based on fusion technology.

- Very green.

- And weapons?

Do you make them?

Well, If we did, it

would be classified.

I can tell you, since you are a

policeman and have access to

this information anyway, that

Northmoor is an important part

of the nation?s nuclear stockpile

and maintenance program.

We ensure that the nations

nuclear stockpile remains ready

for the presidents order.

- Not weapons, raw materials.

- Emma was a part of this?

God no. As an intern, she didn't

have any direct involvement

whatsoever. She worked on

the research floor.

We all very very much

regret Emma's death.

It must be especially

painful for you.

In the circumstances.

You mean that she was

shot instead of me.

As a parent I can only guess

at your pain, I think.

Though I'm sure I cannot

imagine its full dimensions.

I've taken up enough

of your time.

I'd like to talk to

her friends if any.

Yes, of course. I'll see what

I can do. I'll tell Personnel.

Give you a list. Of contact

numbers and so forth.

Can I ask you a question?

What does it feel like?

- David.

- You ready for this?

- I'm ready for anything.

- We have a DNA match.

Oh, really?

Give me the skinny.

You got no buzz of

this guy? Nothing?

This guy was a professional.

This guy was a hit man.

What's the matter? You

were looking at something.

Tell me what you're

looking at.

It says in the evidence log the

hair you found was 2,5 inches.

So he cut his hair.

Not as recently as

a week ago.

- So what are you saying?

- I'm not saying anything.

Hair can stick to a hat

for a long time. Years.

Decades.

Why would a pro blow off

two barrels with a shotgun

instead of saving

one for his target?

Creeping up on a bereaved

man at a murder scene

is not very bright.

Mr. Craven, we have

things to talk about.

Like your name and

what you're doing here?

Like who shot

your daughter.

You know who

shot my daughter?

If I was looking for a man who

might have shot your daughter,

and I had a limited imagination,

of which I do not,

I might have looked at the

poor bastard you found today.

A known killer.

An unusually well known

killer. Makes you think.

- What are you burning?

- None of your business.

Yeah, go ahead.

- Cigar?

- Not celebrating just now.

I know you don't smoke.

I saw your DARPA file.

That's my way of telling you

you've got a DARPA file.

Are you going to tell

me what that is?

Defense Advance Research

Project Agency.

Their slogan is:

"Scienta est Potentia"

And I know you know Latin.

Sto sursum. You know what

that means, yeah?

- Stand the fuck up.

- Please do so.

Well it seems like you're

no one in particular.

Just some English guy,

standing on my lawn,

with a District of Columbia

drivers license.

Thank you.

- Is Northmoor part of DARPA?

- Well, that's hard to tell.

Why are you here?

Your daughter was flagged as

a possible terrorist threat to

United States of America.

I said "flagged",

I didn't say she was.

It's funny the Boston Police

Department didn't come up

- with that one.

- Funny if they had.

What the fuck are you

burning out there?

Fucking Christ.

My English friend Mr. Davenport,

about 6 feet tall, 220 pounds,

is enjoying a cigar.

Did he put it out?

You said my daughter

was a terrorist.

I didn't. But someone did.

Who are you, Mr. Jedburgh?

I'm a friend of the corps.

And I'm a bit fucking

cold out here.

Pills, pills, pills.

Not like when we were kids.

When it was pills, pills, pills

in a very different context.

You're not much of a

partier, are you Craven?

Do you believe in fun?

What, do you mean recently?

What's your interest

in my daughter?s death?

I don't like the look of it.

Tell me what you think.

Do you recognize?

Should I?

They broke into a US classified

nuclear research facility,

then drowned in the Connecticut

river making their escape.

Now I know that sounds like

bollocks. But it's not.

Northmoor isn't federal.

I checked.

So if you're saying my daughter

was involved with these people

the most you can get her

for is trespassing.

Her apartment was tossed.

Her computer was stolen.

And do the police know

that you know that?

No.

You're a smart fucker.

What does Northmoor do?

What have they done?

The people who drowned

belonged to "Night Flower".

Tree huggers. Militants.

New Age fuckups.

Sometimes they

blow shit up.

Infrequently, and

not very well.

You can look them up.

The organization itself,

not the dead guys.

They are classified.

She wasn't an activist. Not the

type. My daughter wasn't a joiner.

She was more like me.

If she did anything, whatever

she did, she did it alone.

There's a point where anyone

can become an activist.

I mean you see something

so wrong, you have to act.

Even if it means

the end of you.

Let?s just say

she was involved.

Her companions died.

Then she came home.

She didn't say anything.

She meant to, she wanted to,

but she didn't make it.

I'm going to advise my

department of one,

which is me, to let you

continue your investigation,

even if you sometimes burn

the evidence in your backyard.

And you, an officer

of the corps.

I'm not going to

arrest anyone.

I never do.

Will you try to stop me?

It depends.

See you around.

I do sometimes like that

feel like Diogenes.

You know the guy who

walked around with a lamp.

Looking for an honest man.

How did it turn out?

Well, for him?

I don't remember.

But you and I have

done pretty good.

Bonne chance.

I thought you were going to

wait until 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!

There's nothing you

can do to me.

There are times when you

don?t have a choice what

kind of fucking guy you are.

You understand that because

you're doing it right now.

May I?

Drinking the good stuff because

your job is going so well?

Is this an intervention?

If it is I'd like to call a

few people that don't

whack me around because

I?m afraid for my life.

I assumed you'd be

some kind of scientist.

Didn't think your daughter

would go for a grease monkey?

Something like that. Yeah.

If you want to beat yourself up.

And what if I said she said

I reminded her of you?

Except drinking.

Something to do with the

absence of bullshit and

no patience for

Broadway musicals.

You're looking at me

like I'm crazy.

Somebody shot my girlfriend,

have you factored that in?

What do you know

about Night Flower?

- Politics don't interest me.

- What did interest you?

Emma.

Look. I'm under contract.

I have a five year contract.

I'm surveilled. I'm going to

loose my fucking job

if I talk to you no

matter who's dead.

How did my daughter get

people through the security

in a classified nuclear

R&D facility?

There's a rumor

she had help.

- You?

- No.

I passed the polygraph

at 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 somewhere

else we can talk?

You didn't pass the polygraph,

they just told you you did.

Emma was writing to

Senator Pine.

And at some point she went

to this grease ball loco.

A lawyer to see about

getting out of her...

What was the name

of the lawyer?

- Sampson... Sanderman.

- Sanderman.

Anyway, said nobody

could help her.

Whistleblowers always

sound like psychos.

And I didn't get

back to her.

So she helped out these

Night Flower assholes.

She got them in through

the cooling tunnels.

She didn't go in herself.

But she was there.

How was Emma

exposed to radiation?

She wasn't.

That's what I?m saying, she

didn't go into the tunnels,

they were exposed, but she

couldn't have been exposed,

she wasn't in the tunnels.

What happened to the

people that 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,

these are clever,

clever fuckers, right?

You're a cop. You've

got to help me.

Yeah. Sure. Yeah,

I will help you.

Just come with me.

Tell me the truth.

We'll get you deposed

by a lawyer.

No. I'm sorry, no.

I like you, you're Emma's dad.

But you have to go.

Alright. You can always

change your mind.

In the meantime,

here, this is yours.

It's loaded.

That's illegal in

Massachusetts.

Everything is illegal

in Massachusetts.

What does it feel like?

Hmm?

- Good evening, Senator.

- Good evening, glad to be here.

Senator, two days ago you

gave a speech in which you

criticized your colleague Senator

Stafford, for his position

- We all have positions.

- But Senator...

I think the American people

are asking, with good reason,

whether the price they've paid

for their security is too high.

With respect, that's an answer

one would expect, but how

does it jibe, Senator, with

your support for secret

research facilities in

Massachusetts?

I'm curious about what

you just asked of me.

If you're asking...

...about this administrations

failed policies...

Senator, what can you tell

me about Northmoor?

I'm not familiar with the

business practices of...

Their parent company is one

of your biggest donors.

All I can say about my

donors is that they are

completely vetted and

above board.

Senator, there is a serious

and growing petition movement

to ban military research and

development in Massachusetts.

I understand that. But people

have to realize the importance

of R&D of every kind to

Massachusetts economy.

Now, to answer your questions

about some other stuff...

I fully agree with his

desires to expand...

I never had kids.

Maybe it's better not to have

had one than to see one die.

No.

It's worth everything

to have one.

Public drinking is illegal

in Massachusetts.

Everything is illegal

in Massachusetts.

Payback for the tea party.

You've ever had

wine before?

Not with any pleasure.

Besides, with you, I think I'd

have to switch glasses

when you weren't looking.

My daughter was irradiated.

I don?t know how exactly,

but I think it was our

friends at Northmoor.

Later she was gunned

down in my home.

And I want to know what

you would think about that.

I had a source that said the

Nightflower people were

intentionally exposed to

radiation while in the tunnels,

but that source is dead now.

He wasn't a bad guy.

No.

Now you know

better than anyone

cases like these

are never solved.

Simply too complicated,

too much hard work.

There is a lot going on

out there in this world.

You just never can

connect "A" to "B".

How do you know that?

Because I'm usually the guy

that stops you connecting

"A" to "B".

It's part of what I do.

If I was an employee

at Northmoor,

and I wanted to blow the

whistle on something...

what would I be blowing

the whistle on?

Let's take a walk and

we can talk about it.

I'm not walking into

the dark with you.

You're a wise man.

- Are you on my side?

- That's hard to tell.

Do you know the Scott

Fitzgerald thing about

an artist who's a man with

opposing ideas in his head,

and he believe in them

both simultaneously?

Heard of it. Yeah.

Well, that's sort of the

beginning of it.

So what's that like? Not

being anyone in particular.

I don't know what it means

to have lost a daughter.

But I know what it means

never to have had one.

Yeah.

Got nobody left

to bury you.

Yeah.

Oh and by the way...

Thanks for not killing me.

Detective Craven. How do

you feel about a suspect

being identified?

You're later than

everybody else.

Is that because you

have a lousy boss?

I'm so sorry for you.

I'm sorry I have

to be here.

It's alright, take it easy.

You got a business

card or something?

Thanks.

Look, go on home, honey.

It's too late to be out here.

I'll call you, okay?

Mr. Sanderman?

I'm sorry, I didn?t mean

to... I interrupted?

- No.

- I'm Tomas Craven.

Detective Tomas Craven,

Boston Police Department.

I know who you are.

- I'm sorry for your troubles.

- Thank you.

I understand my daughter

was a client of yours?

Yes.

I mean no, we had a consultation,

she never formally became

my client.

Oh.

It says in her phone

calendar that you and she

had dinner on the

18th of last month.

Yeah, I asked her

on a date, yes.

- Well how did it go?

- Fine. Fine.

She was a nice girl.

Smart as a...

- Sorry, I have to go.

- I'll come with you.

Can I ask you what

this is about?

She came to your office.

She wanted to blow

the whistle on something.

You know where

that's from, right?

When the cops used to

blow their whistles.

I can't talk about that.

I don't want you

to talk about that.

But then later that night you

invited her out for dinner.

Gee, you're really

nervous, Mr. Sanderman.

You're about two seconds

away from telling me how

inappropriate all this is.

Let me say right off the bat,

I knew you couldn't represent

her in a non-disclosure contract,

but you probably suggested

some further discussion on the

matter over a nice plate of

spaghetti and meatballs.

I think you had two agendas.

One, you wanted sex with her.

Hey I'm not passing

judgment here okay,

and two, Mr. Sanderman, you

wanted to know more about

what potential security

breach she represented.

I have to get to a

deposition in Springfield.

You represent Northmoor

in local matters.

My daughter came to you, but

you're Northmoors attorney.

This is a highly

irregular convers...

...because senator Pine has

put your name before

two different governors

for District Court Judge.

So you were about

to say something?

I don't have anything to say

and you are out of your depth

and far from your

jurisdiction.

You won't talk to me? I'm going

to the Global and the Herald.

I'll tell them my daughter came

to talk to you about Northmoor.

That you were Northmoors

attorney and failed to tell her.

And then you'd be right in

the middle of a big ass story

saying how my daughter

was the target and not me.

Is that where you

want to be?

On what evidence

would you say that?

I'll forge your fucking

diary. I don't care.

Getting you in trouble is

good enough for me.

Listen, asshole, this is not

about police, okay?

This isn't about police and

arrest and all that nice shit,

this is about me knowing what

I have to know and the fact

that you got to tell me.

Now I want to see

the Senator.

See the Senator? Who the

fuck do you think you are?

I'm the guy with nothing to

lose that doesn't give a shit.

You tell him that. And fasten

your fucking seatbelt.

Look, Daddy.

Lots of ABCs

Hi.

I want to go to

her apartment.

I want to see

her things.

That's not a good

idea right now.

I'm sorry.

I'm so scared.

Look. I would take you for

a cup of coffee some day,

but we have to

just talk now.

I'd like to ask you things about

her. Personal things maybe

I never knew, but there's

no time now...

Look, honey, I can't

take this, okay?

I... talk to me, okay?

Talk to me.

- I introduced her to them.

- Introduced her to who, honey?

Nightflower.

Fuck, you know.

Corporations this,

corporations that.

Just keep it

straight, okay?

They had a little

shack up the river.

Nightflower.

- I'm so afraid.

- Who are you afraid of?

They came to my house.

These guys in black suits,

asking about Emma,

I lied my ass off!

What were they doing in

Northmoor that Emma

wanted to expose?

Bennett?s the motherfucker.

Alright? It's Bennett.

That's all she wanted to say

at first. That he was insane.

She realized he was

completely fucking insane.

Okay, whether he was

this, that or whatever,

What were they doing

at Northmoor?

Why did Emma go to

Nightflower?

Because she couldn't go to the

papers because of the contract.

The Senator wouldn't help. You

are not hearing this from me.

Alright, you are not.

I run a luggage store.

I got a three year old.

I'm not hearing this

from you.

What did they do at Northmoor

that Emma wanted to expose?

She had this for you.

In case...

I never wanted...

I'm just a person.

You know, I'm just

a fucking person.

Okay. I know.

Go back to your

baby, okay?

I never saw you.

Alright? Go on.

I got to tell you

something else first.

What?

She thought they

poisoned her.

You know...

I always liked

this town.

When she moved

out here...

She said it reminded her

of Paris in the Twenties.

We have a very traditional

home in Boston, and...

maybe it wasn't what she

wanted out of life, you know?

What was the name of

her contact in Nightflower?

Tell me that and

we're done.

No, I'm done now.

In her phone records it

was a guy called Robinson.

Is that the guy?

Yeah.

Now I'm done.

We've stabilized her.

She's in a coma, although we

weren't able to save her leg.

She has a child, is there

anybody who could...

Her parents just arrived.

Thanks.

Go ahead. I'll

keep you posted.

Thanks.

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 US

nuclear weapons,

they are weapons designed

to foreign specification

and built with

foreign materials.

So, obviously, if these

bombs were ever used,

they would be traced

back to another country,

and not the US.

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 recoding all this

because I'm very scared.

I'm under constant

surveillance.

My phone is tapped

and I'm being followed.

So chances are that if you're

watching this I'm already dead.

I...

I love you, dad.

Fuck

If another contractor asks

to run his own security,

What should I say?

I suppose that

would be up to you.

This is called a containment

situation. I wonder why, really.

The problem is that there

are things uncontained

and some of them will

never get back in the box.

You're scared about

Craven. Very wisely so.

But here is the damage

control analysis:

Apart from Craven, three sets

of parents have lost their kids.

Now you have an employee

who tries to run over

a single mother, only to be

shot in the head by the

same cop that you

previously bereaved.

I don't know what you're

talking about, and surely

you're not saying it.

Do you know what the thing

is about the dead, Bennett?

They have got lovers, friends,

relatives, a billion loose ends.

Let?s start at the beginning

of this debacle.

Nightflower is a pack of paranoid

anti-corporate freaks.

You think three of their people

drowned is going to read

as an accident?

It was an accident.

And the man involved in the

other incident was a Bosnian,

who as far as the paperwork

is considered is live and well

in London, at this

very moment.

You can do my job, it seems

I can also do yours.

What you're doing

is not my job.

Isn't it?

Look, even if the drownings

were accidental, the Nightflower

bodies were recovered by a

radiation team and disposed of.

- By your people, not mine.

- You told my office they were

contaminated terrorists, not that

they were American citizens

that you had contaminated.

One of them is the only child

of a mother with

multiple sclerosis.

When she's on TV, saying:

"The last thing I knew, they

were breaking into Northmoor",

do you know what I?m saying?

Do you understand what

you have done?

What's worse, me doing it,

or you covering it up?

I'm just a private individual,

a citizen, a man.

You on the other hand

are the US government.

What I am is the guy whose

only fuckup was letting you

have your own

security fiefdom.

Whatever they say,

there was never a break.

Northmoor has never

had a security breach,

Northmoor has never

had an accident

and Northmoor does

not make weapons.

Least of all things supposed

in certain contingencies

best known to you to look

like jihadist dirty bombs.

I wouldn't worry

about it more.

"Fuck you, it's classified", still

works as far as I?m concerned.

Are you even here,

Mr. Bennett?

Are we even talking?

I'm at my house in Virginia.

I've got food poisoning.

Where are you?

Oh, I'm not here.

Is Robinson keeping

his part of the bargain?

- Mr. Robinson?

- Yes.

- Mr. Allison Robinson Jr?

- Yes.

Could you remove the

glasses please, Sir?

My daughter was Emma Craven.

She wasn't killed in your

amphibious little operation

against the corporate Satan.

She was killed later!

On my front porch!

Come here!

I want to know why you, with

your concerns for the planet

and the human race stayed

silent about the drowning

deaths of your people.

Why is that?

People with families.

All of them had kids.

And one of them

was my daughter.

I'm not going to

hit you again.

And she's not here because

of you. You son of a bitch!

Now you got a serious

situation here 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's

because you cut a deal.

You're going to cut

another deal with me.

You're going to

tell me everything.

- Come on, you scum.

- No!

I need to know something

about the properties of the

substance you gave

Emma Craven.

I would rather not discuss

it in those terms.

Is it something she could have

encountered in her work?

Any exposure, if there were

an exposure, would be consistent

with a documentable, procedural

failure on her part.

Is it something that could

have remained in her effects

and been transferred to her

father without much

collateral contamination?

Do you mean could it have

poisoned her father as well?

Yes.

What, in your opinion, would

be the consequences if

Craven opens his mouth?

It's unsurviveable.

So be it, then.

Do you see a

soul in there?

I beg your pardon?

You can button

your shirt.

You know, as we discussed

yesterday, there will be

some erratic behavior.

And I regret to say this probably

means you will have less time.

I know what it means.

I've been having

aural hallucinations.

My father's voice calling

my name as I start to sleep.

Bastard's been dead for

forty years and suddenly

he's yelling at me again.

- I come awake.

- You're not sleeping?

No, I'm not sleeping, I start

to sleep, then I jolt awake.

There's something

about the darkness.

- I don't like it.

- I'm not a counselor.

I know you want to banter

with me. I don't do that.

- I can only give you the facts.

- We all know what the facts are.

We live a while, and then we

die sooner than we planned.

Standard procedure

with the Senator.

Yeah, I get it.

You know you didn't really

let the side stand with you.

You got a lot of

brothers out there.

Yeah, I know. But I

like a private funeral.

Senator gets in his moods.

Not too good today.

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 pleasure

to meet a combat veteran.

You left as a master sergeant

of a heavy weapons platoon.

Yes, Sir.

- How did you do that at 20?

- Everybody else was dead.

Did you have trouble adjusting

when you came home?

- No.

- Really?

No. People talk about

trauma and so forth.

I figure you come out of

combat the way you went in.

I know that's not a very

kind thing to say, but

that's my observation.

And I know there's a lot of

big bucks in this post traumatic

stress thing. But combat is

pretty much like anything else.

It helps put perspective on things

when you're scared shitless.

What is the nature of our

appointment, Detective Craven?

Well I was hoping that

you could tell me that.

Why am I supposed to tell you

what you want to see me about?

Well, because you're seeing me

in less than 48 hours after

I talked to your attorney.

Your daughter came to me with

allegations about Northmoor.

- She sent me a letter.

- What did the letter contain?

It touched on national security

matters that are classified.

- What happened to the letter?

- That is also classified.

But protocol would be to turn

it over to the committee that

does oversight on the area your

daughters letter touched upon.

Prompting an investigation

on my daughter.

Opening up a DARPA file on her.

Treating her like a terrorist?

I'm not involved in

security matters.

I did write your daughter,

advising her she might be

in breach of security.

Oh. So you didn't help her?

I'm glad to see you, Detective.

As both a veteran and as

a police officer of your many

years of service, but I have

to tell you that your daughter,

and we have to say this despite

her terrible accident,

was in violation of...

almost everything of which

she could be in violation.

- What did she allege?

- That's classified.

You know, Detective, a very

important part of Massachusetts

economy is research and

development...

Senator. I think you're in a

position regarding Northmoor,

where you had better decide

if you're hanging on the cross

or banging in the nails.

Here.

These deaths are the result

of a conspiracy by one of your

major campaign contributors.

Why do you include your daughter?

Her death was an accident.

No. She was poisoned with

cesium by Mr. Bennett.

I think I'm scaring you Senator.

There's probably not too much

upside to scaring a Senator, except

to provide some perspective.

I'm going to go now, but I'm

going to leave you these pictures

I want you to call everybody

involved, everybody concerned,

and tell them I know everything

I need to know to throw a

real box of Tarantulas

into this situation.

- If you have info...

- Shut up!

I'm not interested in

talking any more shit.

You investigate this

at a national level.

You do that, maybe you'll

come out of this alright.

I don't know.

I don't think you knew

that the people you are

in business with

killed my daughter.

But now that you do know...

what are you going

to do about it?

Good afternoon, Senator.

Get out of the vehicle.

What the fuck do you

think you just did?

You just rear-ended an

unmarked cruiser, and I

made an observation

that you are armed.

Through smoked glass

and our coats?

Yeah, I'm funny

that way.

Get out of the car, now.

Or you're going to make

a move for something on

the inside of your jackets,

you understand me?

Get out of the car.

Alright. On your knees,

hands on your heads.

- What have you got, Tom?

- These guys are armed.

They were following me.

Rear-ended my car.

Got some ID then?

Thanks.

Not in law enforcement.

Imagine that.

What are you?

You don't think this is going

to get straightened out?

Not for a while.

These fuckers got

automatic weapons.

You just made

a serious mistake.

Did you shoot

my daughter?

I'm the supposed target of a

killer. So you here, following me

armed, with no credentials

in the city of Boston,

you're out of your

fucking mind.

Welcome to hell.

A strange new twist

in the Emma Craven case,

a suspect has been

identified as her murderer,

but 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 into the back

of an unmarked police car,

driven by Boston Police

Detective Tomas Craven,

the father of Emma Craven.

This all happened on

Marlinton Street...

- Bennett.

- We need to abort right now.

We can't risk killing

Tom Craven yet.

It's too late.

It's already been done.

You want to try?

Hold your hair back,

your mother will

kill me if I get it all

messed up again.

There you go.

Perfect. Now a razor. Here

you go. Don't cut yourself.

- Comb?

- That will work.

Now watch.

Painless.

Wash it off.

One more.

Can I come in, Tom?

- You alright?

- Yeah.

Do you remember when the

trooper out at the airport

busted Whitey? He got

demoted and transferred.

He knew what was going on.

But he couldn't prove it.

And nobody wanted to

know about it.

And finally he shot

himself, remember that?

I don't think you'd

shoot yourself.

But what's coming

is worse than that.

It isn't what it is, Tommy.

It is never what it is.

It is what it can be

made to look like.

There's a DA in Hampshire

County, going to charge you

with the death of your

daughters boyfriend.

He doesn't have a case.

But that doesn't matter.

It'll be five years of

people thinking you did it.

You'll go broke,

you'll lose the house.

And they go after

your pension.

If you win the case

there'll be a civil suite

by that point you won't

be able to afford a lawyer.

What are they

offering you?

I got kids, Tommy.

I don't.

But even if you did, right?

- Even if you did.

- Yup. Even if I did.

You know, Bill. No one

expects you to be perfect.

But there's a few basic

things you got to get right.

Always do the best you

can by your family,

go to work every day,

always speak your mind.

Never hurt anyone that

doesn't deserve it.

Never take anything

from the bad guys.

It's all. It's not

much to ask.

Hello, Craven.

I need your car.

Not yet.

Go ahead.

Hold on.

I'll call you back.

Derek?

Derek?

Shit.

You're all fucked

up, Craven.

You're all done.

Sit down.

Lie down.

Be dead.

Fuck.

- Say "Craven".

- Fuck you.

- You fuck.

- "Craven". Say it.

- Craven.

- Louder!

- Craven!

- LOUDER!

CRAVEN!

I'm sorry you had

to see that, honey.

Deep down...

You know you

deserve this.

We've got a cop of almost

30 years spotless service

and there's not one person,

on our side, who can explain

his instability without lying,

who has executed the director

of a nuclear research facility

where his daughter worked.

Okay. Ideas?

Your scenario is this.

He was accidently

poisoned by his daughter.

- But he blamed Bennett.

- How do we know that?

Testimony of an altercation at

Northmoor when he was there.

Testimony from the Senator.

I can easily testify that he was

unstable. He came to my house.

That's right. He made wild

allegations. He was armed.

You know, you were

very lucky to live.

That's true.

That's very true.

Now the real story

here gentlemen, is:

"United States Senator

escapes assassination. "

- That's right.

- That's the lead story.

That will wipe the rest of

it right out of the media.

Anyone who looks

at the rest of this

is going to see that

something happened.

But no one is going to be

able to figure it out.

That's your objective.

To make it so convoluted that

anyone can have a theory.

- But no one?s got the facts.

- That's quite good, Jedburgh.

Senator, I've been making things

unintelligible for 30 years.

And by the way, its

Captain Jedburgh to you.

Captain. Of what?

Very little he can

tell you about.

Right. Well. Seems we

have a good starting point.

What's the prognosis

on Craven?

- Well, you know he's terminal.

- We're all terminal, Millroy.

Even middle management.

But how fast is

he being terminal?

- He's incapable of speech.

- Thank God for that.

I understand you had a chance

to terminate Detective Craven

and did not do so.

You come to me. I look

at things. I decide.

Jedburgh, we've got to get

the Senator out to the press.

I've decided what

this country is.

What?

People, who

deserve better.

We all appreciate Captain Jedburgh.

Yet we would have not got

to this extremity had he done what

the situation clearly dictated.

Senator, I don?t think you

really understand what side

of this situation you're on.

Well, I think we've had

a successful meeting...

I...

am a United

States Senator.

By what standards?

- You got a family?

- Yeah.

- Kids?

- Yeah.

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