CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 11, Episode 15 - Targets of Obsession - full transcript

Hey, Nick.

- Hey, there he is.
- Where you heading?

Well, if I don't go to the gym now,
I won't go at all.

You feeling obligated to leave Doc Robbins
a good-looking corpse?

[chuckles]
Yeah. Something like that.

Hey, you got a big day
in court today, don't you?

Yeah. Nate Haskell.
Putting my game face on.

Well, I'd tell you to give him hell,

but that's probably
where he's going anyway.

- [chuckles]
- Good luck.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.



[door buzzes]

Your Honor, I've spent the last
three days in this courtroom

trying to control myself,

which has not been easy,
I assure you.

The media has tried to portray me

as some sort of monster,

some seven-headed beast
who sprang from a smoking pit

to spread death across the land.

But here I sit,

caged, before you,

a man like any other man,

with only one head,

with two hands,
and with a troubled heart.

Objection.
Is there a point here, Your Honor?



Mr. Haskell, I advise you
to let your attorney do the talking.

But I object to that, Your Honor.
The jury needs to see the real Nate Haskell--

the vulnerable little boy

who was sadistically abused
by an alcoholic father.

For the record,

that traumatized child still trembles in me.

I know there are some in this courtroom

who can relate to my torment.

Unfortunately, Your Honor,
my attorney is not one of them.

- He doesn't even like me.
- Your Honor!

The court has appointed him,
but I would like to un-appoint him.

See how he shies away from me.
How can I trust him?

The only one who can speak
for Nate Haskell is Nate Haskell.

Mr. Haskell, are you asking
to represent yourself?

I believe the legal term is pro per,
Your Honor.

For the record,
I think you're making a mistake.

- But so ordered.
- [gavel bangs]

Let the record show that Mr. Haskell
is now proceeding pro per.

But I warn you, Mr. Haskell,

there will be no delays in this trial.

Oh, excellent, Your Honor.
Excellent.

I say... let's get it on, hmm?

[murmuring]

[phone ringing]

[beeps]

Stokes.

[Boy]
You said you wanted to be my friend.

- Yeah. Who's this?
- You said you wouldn't

let the cops kill my brother,
and then you empty your gun into him?

Jason McCann?

I should just let you die
like you did Alex.

How'd you get my number?

Wait.

They're coming. I gotta go.
Whatever you do, don't go home.

- [line disconnects]
- [clicks]

[buttons beeping]

Control, this is Charlie-O-5 Stokes.

I'm at 922 Rose Avenue.

You, uh, better get
the bomb squad out here.

Code three.

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who are you? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Come on, tell me, who are you? ♪

♪ You, you ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

M-67 frag grenade in a can.

A pretty simple booby trap.

Kill zone up to five meters.

All right, Stokes.

Back up, slowly.

Might be more surprises.

Well, I hope not.

I'm already eight lives down,
if you know what I mean.

I hear you, brother.

[police radio chatter]

[sighs]

[siren blares]

- Right this way.
- Get off me. I'm all right.

Yes, sir.

[Man over radio] No sign of forced entry,
but we'll play it safe.

We'll sweep the rest of the house
for any more explosives.

- [yells]
- Okay.

I safetied the device.
I'll blow it and I'll send you what's left.

Don't forget the trip-wire knot.

I'll send it in the package.
You can bronze it for Stokes.

Along with this piece of his wall.
"Sic semper tyrannis."

"Thus always to tyrants."
Slogan of every whack job.

They came to my house.
That kid has my private number.

I'll tell you what, if they're looking
for a fight, they found one.

I'm not afraid to die.
Let's see if they are.

- Nick, come on now.
- I'm serious!

I know you're serious.
Just dial it down.

Come on.

- Did you see anything?
- I don't know.

There was a maroon van with, uh,
an extended cab on the roof, you know?

- I didn't think anything of it.
- Neighbors saw that same van. It's gone.

You think they were sitting in that van,
waiting for me to blow up? Huh?

You said that Jason McCann called you?

Yeah, man.
I think that kid saved my life.

That kid should be in jail.
He helped blow up a police funeral. Come on.

[Willows] Yeah, the DA couldn't make
the case back then.

Now, all of a sudden, you've got a bomb
that shows up on your doorstep,

and he calls you just in time.

No. It's no coincidence.
Haul his ass into PD.

Thank you, Dr. Langston.
No further questions.

Well, Ray, shall we go back
to the moment I stabbed you?

Will you describe for the court,
and me,

how it felt when I plunged my shank
into your kidney?

Objection. Irrelevant.
Defense is indulging in gratuitous sadism.

Question goes to state of mind,
Your Honor, which is key to my defense.

Overruled. I'll allow it. For now.

Well, Ray, how did it feel?

Painful.

Can you be more specific?

More poetic?
You're a published writer, Ray.

Describe the sensation when my shank
first pierced your skin.

Aah! Aah!

Sharp, white-hot.

And after that, what did you feel?

[gasps]

- Lightheaded. Very lightheaded.
- Oh.

And as you laid down then
and your life was draining away,

you gazed into my eyes.

- What did you feel then, Ray?
- Disbelief.

That's a thought.
Give me a feeling.

Fear.

What?

- Fear.
- You felt what?

I was afraid I was going to die.

Yes.

A perfectly normal human reaction
to a horrific experience.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

The defendant will confine himself
to questioning the witness.

Boring, but fine.

Ray, when I look at you,

when I see the anguish I caused you,

I feel nothing.

Objection. Defense is testifying.

Don't you think I want
to feel something, Ray?

The emotions that
a normal human being feels?

Look at that.
Steady, calm, emotionless.

That's just not right!

- Your Honor, this is outrageous.
- Sustained.

Strike the defendant's last statement.

The jury is instructed to disregard it.

No further questions, Your Honor.

Bomber used a Z-type bowline on a grenade?
Makes him a lefty.

Most people don't tie anything
more complicated than their shoes.

Less than 15% of the population are lefties.

He added a half hitch to the end.

You know, it's weird.
It's the same signature

that Alex McCann used on the bombs
at the police funeral, and he's dead.

Well, we know he wasn't acting alone.

What about his brother Jason?
Maybe he's a lefty.

Let's check LIMS.

[beeps]

Mm. Doesn't say.

Well, we're bringing him in.
I'm gonna call Nick

and tell him to get his autograph,
and maybe we'll get lucky.

- Hey.
- Hey.

[sighs]

That's a pretty nasty bruise.
How'd you get that?

- I fell.
- Mmm.

I want to thank you
for calling me when you did,

or I wouldn't be here right now.

That took a lot of guts.

I'm sure there's some people out there
who didn't appreciate it.

Probably the same people
who put a grenade in my yard.

You give me a name,
and I can help you.

I can't. They will kill me.

Dr. Huxbee.
Just the guy I wanted to talk to.

I'm Jason McCann's legal guardian.

I heard you pulled him out of school.
Is he under arrest?

- No.
- Then he's coming with me.

- Let's have a little chat first.
- We have nothing to talk about.

Oh, you'd be surprised.
Come on.

Oh, I saw Jason when he came in.
Pretty nasty shiner the kid has.

So what happened?

He mouthed off, so you laid
a little old-fashioned discipline on him?

Jason fell. Skateboarding.

Yeah. Sure.

I checked out your file.

Before you got your PhD in political theory,
you were in the coast guard.

Must have tied a few bowline hitches
back then, huh?

Is that where you learned to make bombs?

I told you before,
I'm opposed to violence.

Right. You just make them.
You don't plant them.

That's too dangerous.
Too much shrapnel in the air.

Do I need to call my attorney?
I came for Jason.

Just sign this release.

Then you can go back
to your public speaking engagements

where you trash this country that gives you
the freedom to spew all your crap.

I know you're between a rock
and a hard place here, but I'll protect you.

Like you protected my brother, right?

Hey, your brother didn't give me
a choice, man.

You think that makes it hurt any less?

Jason, let's go.

Hey, you still have my number.

He seems scared,
but I can't read him, Jim.

You shot his brother.
Why would he want to save your life?

Huh?

Grenade fragments had a story to tell.

Found trace amounts of benzyl benzoate.

Well, that's an acetone.
It's not in grenades.

Exactly. So if Nick's grenade
were military issue,

it would have been filled with comp B.

Acetone. That's one of the ingredients
in triacetone triperoxide-- TATP.

That's the same explosive that Jason
McCann's brother used to make pipe bombs.

So somebody is filling empty grenades
instead of pipes.

Well, you can buy empty grenades
as commemoratives

and fill them with any boom you want.

Hey, remember how Huxbee was
bragging about living off the grid

and ditching his plastic and all that?

- Yeah.
- Well, looks like some bank

made him an offer
for a low-interest credit card

even he couldn't refuse.

[Willows]
Guy's become a shopaholic.

Retail therapy can be very effective
in relieving that Armageddon stress.

Huxbee's not buying
a lot of Sterno and camo,

but he did buy serious quantities
of acetone and pool acid.

Maybe he was looking to start
his own Armageddon.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah, I hope we're not wasting
your time here, Kip.

You kidding? I live for this.

So Dr. Huxbee's old landlord
didn't agree with his politics,

so he booted him out of the old meeting hall,
and Huxbee signed a new lease here.

[Willows] Credit cards, leases--
Guess the doc's back on the grid.

- We got an R.O. on this truck?
- Yeah. It's Huxbee's.

So he must be inside.

Dr. Huxbee?

LVPD. We have a warrant.

Huxbee, we need to talk.

[door closes]

Got some blood here.

It's Huxbee.

He's dead.

Guy just sprung Jason McCann from PD,
and now he's dead?

Where's Jason?

You know, this scene looks
a little too familiar.

Dead body in the middle of a room?

- [Kip] Body's wired.
- Are you kidding me?

I don't see any explosives.

Oh, crap.

- That can't be good.
- You think?

What is it with you?
You some kind of a bomb magnet?

All right, guys. Let's get out of here.
The whole place might be rigged.

Retrace your steps.

Hang on. What is that?
It looks like some kind of sensor.

Yeah.

You're not gonna like this.

[blows]

One door in, one door out.

We're not going anywhere.

Control, KA-135.

We have a 445
at 3027 Rosemont Boulevard.

- [static]
- Control, KA-13--

- Radio's dead.
- What?

- Phone, too.
- Seriously?

- Must be jamming the signals.
- Fantastic. We're on our own.

Come on, man.
You're the rock star here.

Time to start playing, bud. Let's go.

Photo-sensor chip under the D.B.
armed the bombs and lasers.

We break any of those beams,
that much C-4 is gonna take us all out.

- We gotta diffuse this bad boy.
- "We"?

Yeah. How are we going to get to it?

I'm still working on it.

[beeping]

Keyless car entry receiver circuit.

Fob transmitter's probably
connected to the lasers.

- That clock say 14 minutes?
- That's a lifetime.

To disarm it, or is that just
what we've got left?

Both.

Dr. Corey, two weeks ago,

you brought a mobile MRI machine

to Ely State Prison

to conduct a test on me.

Yes. I scanned your brain

while you were shown
a series of crime photographs.

[Haskell]
Describe the photos.

[Dr. Corey]
They were graphic, uh, extremely violent.

Images of mutilated and dismembered bodies.

What happens, Doctor,
to the average person's brain

when they're shown such images?

This is the orbital cortex.

It governs moral decision making,

aggression, impulse control.

It's lit up like a Christmas tree.
It's so beautiful, Doctor.

[Dr. Corey]
Well, it's because it's being stimulated.

Clearly, the, uh, subject
was deeply disturbed by the images.

And how does this compare to a scan
of my orbital cortex?

Well, as you can see,
yours is pitch black.

There is no activity.

Your orbital cortex is profoundly impaired.

[murmuring]

Doctor, do you know what caused
this-- this defect?

You possess a genetic mutation--

the monoamine oxidase A,

or MAO-A gene,

otherwise known as the warrior gene

for its association with aggression.

Doctor, what is the significance of this
warrior gene for someone like me?

Well, according to numerous studies,

if you suffered severe childhood abuse

and possessed this gene,
it increases your chances

of committing a violent crime
by 400 percent.

Doctor, you complete me,

or at least you complete
my understanding of me.

- Objection.
- I know. Counsel is testifying.

Sustained. Sustained.

Mr. Haskell, I've given you a lot of leeway
because you're pro per,

but if you try to do my job again,
I will hold you in contempt.

Mea culpa, Your Honor.

So, Dr. Corey, it is your expert opinion

that I cannot be held responsible
for my actions-- for any of them?

That is correct.

So it is true what they say--
that I am a monster,

but a monster made of biology
beyond my control.

So convicting me of attempted murder

would be like convicting a blind man
of being unable to see.

- Who's the real victim here?
- [Judge] Mr. Haskell!

Who's the real victim?
[crying]

- [beeping]
- Bomb out of reach, clock facing us.

They want us to see how much time
we have left. Force our hand.

Yeah, that's 'cause they're watching us.

They want to see us sweat.

Yeah. Here we go.

Been a step ahead of us this whole time.

Yep.

Well, they want to play with lasers,
I'll give them lasers.

- [beeping continues]
- All right, guys. Ideas?

Well, we can't go through the beams,
so maybe we go over them.

Yeah, there's plenty of pallets and lumber.

Yeah. Yeah, enough to build
a stairway to heaven.

[beeping continues]

- [grunts]
- [Willows] Lou!

[grunts]

No!

You don't want to be next.
That goes for you, too, Stokes.

Nine-mill cartridges set into the wood.

Nails as firing pins.
Very smart.

Yeah. Smarter than me.

All right.
You're good along that line.

It's bad, isn't it?

[grunts]

It may have nicked an artery.

- I gotta apply some pressure.
- Okay.

It's gonna hurt.

- Ohh!
- Sorry.

God, I hate it when you're right.

If we wanna get out here,
we better start stacking.

All right, you guys. Go for it.
I'm gonna stay with Lou.

- Careful what you pick up.
- Yeah. Copy that.

You should find more compassion
in your heart for Nate.

- The man has a disease.
- I'm sorry. Who are you?

I'm Vivian, Nate's fiancée.
His one true love.

I see.

- Did Nate give you that pendant?
- Yes.

I wonder if you understand
the significance of it.

Oh, Nate's a very spiritual man.

I was referring to his first two victims,
Joel Steiner and Tiffany Cohen.

They both wore identical Stars of David.

They were two young people
very much in love,

just starting out in life,
when he kidnapped them,

murdered Joel so that he could rape
and torture Tiffany at his leisure.

Well, you heard that expert.
He's not responsible for his actions.

Besides, the love of a good woman
can change any man.

Why don't you tell that to the seven women
that we found buried under his floorboards?

Vivian, join the prayer circle.

I see you've met the brides of Haskell.

They're all wearing identical Stars of David.

Well, serial killers have groupies, Ray.

Well, they may not be the only ones
listening to this psychobabble.

You should have seen the jury listening
to his expert witness-- this Dr. Corey.

Haskell's going to try
and use the MAO-A defense

to get all of his convictions
overturned, Jim.

That's a long shot, Ray.

- You heard of Willie Sutton?
- Bank robber.

Right. Sentenced to over 100 years.

Studied civil rights law in jail.

Got all of his convictions overturned.
He died a free man.

Captain Brass?

Ready for testimony.

Okay. My turn on the hot seat.

See you later.

- [bomb timer beeping]
- Hey, stay with me.

We're gonna get you out of here.
We're all gonna get out of here.

[beeping continues]

[Stokes] All right, Kip.
Once you're in, you're in.

You ready, wild man?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

If I were you,
I'd stick that landing, bud.

[straining]

You're good.

You're good.

[exhales]

All right.

Clock's ticking.

Big capacitors. Just a come-on.

You know, I don't think Huxbee
or Jason McCann pulled this off.

You might want to find some shelter.

All we got's plywood.
That's no good against C-4.

It can't hurt.

Yeah. All right.

I'll be right back.

- Hey.
- Hey. We got to get him to cover.

- Can you sit up for me, Lou?
- Okay.

- I got it.
- Yeah?

[groans]

Piece of cake.

Watch that. Stay strong, Lou.

- Aw, hell.
- What? What?

- Mercury switch.
- That doesn't sound good.

[Kip]
Anti-tampering device.

Works on gravity.

Normally, I'd cut the main power,
but this baby's got a collapsing circuit.

Translation?

I cut the power lead,
it triggers the bomb.

I've got to cut
these two conductors separately,

making sure the wires don't touch.

- Right.
- You get to cover.

Hell, no, man.
I'm staying right here with you.

You're the wild man.

- Less than a minute.
- Plenty of time.

45 seconds.

[grunts]

First cut.

Second cut.

[beeping stops]

[sighs]
Whew!

It stopped.

I hate to disappoint you, Stokes,
but you're not dying today.

[chuckling]

- [chuckling]
- Damn.

Good job.

Let's get him to a hospital.
You're my hero, man.

Whew!

He got it. He got it. We're good.

We're good, Lou.
Come here. It's all right.

[mechanical whirring]

[beeping resumes]

Get down!

[siren wailing]

Over here.

I got three people down.
One female in a CSI vest.

Requesting two additional paramedics.

It's okay.
We're gonna get you out of here.

One of my victims
has life-threatening injuries.

So Nick and Catherine are all right?

And what about Vartann?

Good. Listen, Greg,

get the name of his attending for me
so I can follow up after.

Oh, um, batter up. Got to go.
Thanks for letting me know.

So, as a medical doctor,
what is your opinion

about Dr. Corey's theory
that individuals with the MAO-A gene

are predisposed to violence?

It is my opinion that it is utter nonsense.

Sure, there have been several studies
that claim that there's a link

between the MAO-A gene
and violent behavior,

but there are just as many studies
that dispute those findings.

Dr. Corey's conclusions are not neuroscience,
they're neuromythology.

[Lawyer]
Could you give us an example?

Alcoholics are genetically predisposed
to alcoholism,

which is a known disease,
but we don't give drunks a pass

if they decide to get behind the wheel
of a vehicle and kill people.

The law is interested in whether or not
a person understands the difference

between right and wrong,

and the defendant knows the difference
between right and wrong.

He takes pleasure
in committing sadistic crimes

that he knows are against the law.

The fact that he has tried
to cover up those crimes

is evidence
of his consciousness of guilt.

No further questions, Your Honor.

I have nothing but questions.

Dr. Langston, are you a psychiatrist?

No.

A neurologist?

No.

A geneticist?

No. My field is research pathology.

Then you have no expertise
in this area at all. Correct?

- No.
- No? You mean yes.

You just testified
to a complete lack of credentials.

So, on what would you base any expertise?

Personal experience.

Like you, I was abused
by an alcoholic father as a child,

and like you,
I have the MAO-A gene.

DNA isn't destiny.

We're all responsible for our own actions.

I share the same gene with you, Nate,
but I've never murdered anyone.

I take satisfaction in bringing justice
to victims,

not killing them and torturing them,

which is the only way that you can feel

any connection
to another human being.

Don't you think that was
a little below the belt, Ray?

Welcome back.

The doctors patched you up.
You're going to be okay.

But Kip didn't make it.

[sighs]
Did we get them?

We will.

Thanks for being here.

Where else would I be?

You get some rest.
I'll be back.

Okay.

How's he doing?

Good, I think.

How you doing?

I'm still in one piece.

You should probably
get checked out anyway.

That's usually my line.

Hey, you're always taking care of me.

How about I take care of you for a change?

Okay.

Thanks, Nicky.

Sometime between being bludgeoned
and the postmortem blast injuries,

Huxbee managed to get himself
shot in the head.

Single GSW, execution style.

Were you able to recover the bullet?

Nine-millimeter hollow-point.
Ballistics sent over a report.

- Hmm.
- Gunshot was overkill.

- Blunt force trauma was the cause of death.
- [beeps]

IBIS hit. The same gun was used
in a break-in at a National Guard armory

in Salt Lake nine months ago.

- What did they take?
- A couple of M-9s...

Wow. 20 pounds of C-4.

You know, the armory is not
our only link to the military.

I ran the serial number
on the camera from the warehouse.

It was purchased two years ago
at an Army PX

in Black Rock Arsenal, Virginia.

- The buyer paid cash.
- Maybe at the PX in Virginia,

but not at Meyer's Hardware Store
in North Las Vegas.

I just ran Huxbee's recent
credit card purchases.

Guess who swiped his plastic.

That's definitely Jason McCann on the left.

Using Huxbee's card
or a card he took out in his name.

[Sanders]
To buy bomb-making materials.

Okay, so, Mr. Non-Violence loses his temper,
gives Jason the back of his hand.

- Explains Jason's bruise in PD.
- Then Huxbee springs him,

tells Jason that he's a threat
to their movement, it's gotta stop.

So Jason decides Huxbee's got to stop.
Breathing, that is.

We know that he didn't
make the bomb alone.

Let's push in on this guy.

[Sanders]
Army field jacket.

Think the guy's dumb enough
to wear a jacket with his name on it?

Let's check him against all personnel at
Black Rock Arsenal for the last two years.

Madame Foreperson,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

In the case of Nathaniel Haskell,

Case Number 20433,
Clark County Criminal Court,

as to the count of attempted murder,

the jury finds the defendant guilty.

[Women gasp]

[murmuring]

It's an injustice.

The whole world is watching.

[Judge]
Sentencing will be on February 28.

- This court is now adjourned.
- [gavel bangs]

[murmuring]

Well done.

Thanks to you.

So, Greg was able to ID the guy

in the hardware store
with Jason McCann.

His name is Timothy Johnson.

Specialty 89 Delta?

- That's explosive ordinance disposal.
- Yeah.

And a less-than-honorable discharge
two years ago.

According to Nevada DMV,
he owns a maroon Chevy van.

Jason's been playing me this whole time.

Calling me, acting like he's trying
to save my life was just bait to get me,

Catherine and Vartann in that building
at the same time

so he could blow us all to smithereens.

And Kip's the one who paid for it.

You know, it was all three of you
that took his brother down.

Damn!
How could I not see that, Sara?

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
You saw the tripwire.

That's the important thing.
You know what I want to know?

Is Jason pulling the strings,
or is someone else pulling his strings?

We thought it was Huxbee.
It's got to be this dude, Johnson.

We gotta find them.
They still have a lot of C-4.

- Okay. What about that DMV address?
- It's no good. Greg ran it.

The guy used an abandoned house.
It's the end of the line.

Maybe not. Kids and their phones.
That dumb-ass called me.

I think he deserves a call back,
don't you?

[rings, beeps]

- Hello?
- [Stokes] Hey, Jason.

It's Nick Stokes.
How's it going?

Bet you weren't expecting
to hear from me, were you?

No. Actually, I wasn't.

Maybe we should just continue
our conversation right now.

What do you think?
I mean, we were interrupted.

I think we have a lot
to talk about, don't you?

Jason.

[beeps]

Come on.
Talk to me, you little punk.

[beeps]

- [line disconnects]
- I don't think he likes you anymore.

Oh, he's gonna like me a lot less,
believe me.

I got the cell tower.
CT-16, south receiver.

22 miles west of Searchlight.
Not too many people out there.

And there's probably not a lot
of maroon vans, either.

[sirens wailing]

[Man over radio]
Captain Brass, Air One here.

- Got a visual?
- Affirmative.

Maroon van, two W.M.A.s
matching suspect's description.

[Brass over radio]
Hang back. Maintain visual.

This is Charlie-O-5.
What's their position, Air One?

- Just turning west onto State Route 164.
- Hey, they're headed for California, Jim.

If we take 95 south, we can cut them off.

Just try to keep up.

[sirens continue]

- The last cage on the left.
- Thank you.

Hi, Ray.

You were magnificent
on the witness stand.

That MAO-A revelation of yours--

delightfully unexpected.

A good lawyer never asks a question
that he doesn't have the answer to.

Beware the sin of pride, Ray.

But I feel it was a positive experience,
because now I feel even closer to you--

discovering we share more
than just your kidney.

- Do you have chills, Ray?
- No. Steady.

Calm.

Question, though.

How long have you known
that you were an MAO-A gene carrier?

You heard Dr. Corey, Ray.
It was months, maybe-- maybe longer.

No. You must have known
before your first kill.

My first human kill.

You talk about a good excuse
to start having some fun, huh?

Oh, Ray, it's like a mirror with you.

It's like playing with myself,
only better.

So how long have you known?

Ray, you know my job history
and that I never, ever had one in my life.

So I had to have income.

Blood donations, sperm bank,
the odd psychological research study.

Those cute grad students--
they pay good money.

The first studies on the MAO-A gene
didn't happen until the 1970s.

How did you know, Nate?

I wanted to be the first kid on my block
to have one, Ray,

so I could blame everything on my father.

I just prayed to God
to bring me one of those genes, Ray.

You can't alter your DNA.
You either have the gene or you don't.

Trust me, Ray,

if you want something bad enough,
you can will it to happen.

Look at those women. They fight over me.
It's 'cause I will it.

You're really giving yourself
a little bit too much credit.

No. I'm a chick magnet, Ray,
and you know that.

You're a magnet for the walking wounded.
Look at you in this cage.

You're pathetic.

Whatever.

You know what I dream of
more than sex, Ray?

What?

Freedom.

I bet you do.

You've killed 14 people.

There's no gene that's gonna
magically make you free.

Not for that.

Power of positive thinking, Ray.

And I'm very positive.

I thought you were smarter
than your brother, huh?

- But you had to make it personal.
- It's always been personal.

They killed my brother.
Now they're gonna pay.

You think you're the only guy
who lost someone?

I've had more friends bleed out in my arms

in the middle of a damn sandbox
than I can count,

but at least I know
what I'm fighting for-- real freedom.

Stop talking to me like I am some kid.
I brought you in!

And I taught you everything,
you little punk!

Not just how to make bombs
but how to bring this freedom fight home,

stay alive, live to fight another day

and not go strength against strength
and take on the whole damn LVPD.

- You're just gonna get us killed, kid.
- I'm not afraid.

[helicopter blades whirring]

[Man over P.A. system]
Stop the car! Stop the car!

[tires screeching]

What are you doing? Run it!

- Shut the hell up.
- [siren wailing]

[police radio chatter]

Johnson, McCann, get out of the car!

[weapon cocks]

I'm not dying today.

Don't quit on me.

Throw your weapons out the window
and step out of the car now.

- Got no choice. Look at all those guns.
- Shut up!

You're surrounded!
Get out of the car!

I'll give up but only to Stokes.

Don't even think about it.

Yeah. I'm right here.
So give up.

- I want to talk to you.
- We'll talk.

- Get out of there!
- Jase, look at me.

- Live to fight another day, remember?
- [cocks]

- Get out.
- I'm coming out!

Get your hands on your head,
turn around

and get down on your knees!

Get down on your knees!

McCann, get out of the car!
Throw the weapon out!

Hands on your head!

- Get down on your knees!
- He's wired! He's got a bomb!

He's lying! There's no bomb!
Look! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! No!

- Hold your fire.
- Stay down!

[chattering]

[car alarm chirps]

Oh. Hey.

I need to see Nate Haskell.
I need to see him right away.

Okay.

Hey, Haskell, your buddy's--

What the--
Hey, inmate, get up.

Show us your wristband.

He switched them.
So where is he?

A minimum-security van
just left about ten minutes ago.

[tires screeching]

[crash]

- [gunfire]
- Aah!

Aah!

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

Nate. Now we can finally be--

- [gunshot]
- [shell casing clatters]

[gasps]

Let's take my car.

- Oh, your hands are so cold.
- Oh, we'll fix that.

- [chuckles]
- Let's get outta here. Come on.

[police radio chatter]

[Woman]
Come on.

- [siren in distance]
- [helicopter approaching]