"⬄24000÷1001⬄" "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 (Northern Virginia?" ")" "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, RD 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 2½ 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 RD 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 RD 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."