Solace Page #5

I got it.

It's a lot to process.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

To be continued.

(shouts) He's got a gun!

He's got a gun!

He's go( a gun!

It's him for Christ's sake!

Leave me alone! Get him!

Oh, he was drinking beer.

But it was non-alcoholic.

He had a scar on his forehead.

It was kind of jagged, like, scar.

Here are all unsolved

murders over the last 10 years

with terminally ill victims.

- How many?

- 7. No punctures to the medulla,

but all painless.

- Poisons, gas.

- These are all local?

You want the national data, too?

Is this how you saw if?

What is Atticus?

- John?

- We're connected.

We We the same animal.

Does this /oak familial?

I'm scared.

Did she leave a note?

Concentrate, John.

Focus, John.

John!

- Hey, cop!

- Pm scared.

Just... focus.

Concentrate, John.

Focus.

62 in the last 10 years,

ranging from Juneau to Miami Beach.

Sh*t!

Do one more search.

Remove the terminal constraint.

Look for other unsolveds

in the same time period.

The killer may have known

they were sick when no one else did.

Run everything

against this description:

Male, 30s, front-left cranial scar,

almost certainly post-surgical.

Bring me everything...

Anything you come across, Okay?

Hmm.

That's what it means,

"Congratulations, partner. "

I'm getting upped!

That's what 20 minutes

with a rich geriatric will get you.

Well, I'm the youngest partner

in the Hrm's history.

You can tell your friends that.

I don't know, I mean. "

Bring me them on Monday?

Whatever they think is right.

How to keep. Is there any,

is there none such

bow or brooch or braid or brace,

latch or catch or key to keep,

keep it, beauty, beauty,

beauty from vanishing away.

'O is there no frowning

of these ranked wrinkles deep down?

No waving off of these messengers...

Stiff messengers sad and

stealing messengers of grey.

No, there's none.

Nor can you lang be what

you now are, called fail.

Do what you may do,

do what you may.

Wisdom is early to despair.

So, be beginningm

- Hello, John.

- Hello, Charles.

"Nothing can be done to keep at bay

age and age's evils, hoar hair,

f*** and wrinkle,

deathk winding sheets,

tombs and worms

and tumbling to decay. "

Anyway, you were right about me.

- I was... What's the word?

- Conflicted.

I was conflicted about you.

Yeah. But not anymore. Oh, no.

You had no right to take

one hour, one minute,

not even one second of time

away from my friend, Joe Merriweather.

I don't know if you've ever really known

anyone who was dying, Charles.

Watched them struggling

on the edge of terror and horror

as they try to hold onto life.

I don't know,

but if you had, perhaps you would

have appreciated how time at the end is...

...kind of precious, I guess.

Ax that point,

even the pain of life itself

may be quite beautiful.

You know what I mean?

Is that how

your daughter felt?

That her...

- ...her pain was "beautiful?"

- Well, my friend,

I'm afraid you won't ind out.

- Who the f*** are you guys?

- Sit down and shut up.

I don't see you pulling

that trigger.

Ditto.

- This is not your style, it's not mercy,

- No?

A bullet to the head is better

than what he's got coming.

You see, Jeffrey here...

Has a Tight ahead of him

with neuroiibromatosis.

And that's gonna tum him into

a writhing, crooked beast,

Tomorrow night, after some cocktails,

Jeffrey gets his girlfriend pregnant.

And the real charm about NFB

is that it's hereditary.

There's a 50 percent chance

the kid gets it, but I can tell you now:

the kid... gets it.

- What's NFB?

- And you want to gift him that suffering?

Destroy three lives in one,

all because of

some moral judgment?

We can't play God.

No. I have no interest

in playing God.

As far as His work is concerned,

I'm not impressed.

it's okay.

Look at you.

You're so confused.

You don't even know

which one of us to shoot.

You'll figure it out

soon enough.

Call an ambulance.

You've been poisoned.

You need to get to hospital.

Throw up, vomit, whatever. Drink milk.

Good luck.

I think we got him.

Your search came back.

I crossed him with the gun records.

Gun was bought by a Charles Ambrose.

Oh, man.

Let's go.

Concentrate, John.

Someone dies tonight.

Don't lose me now.

FBI! Open door right!

Open door left!

Move in!

Room, clear!

What is this place?

No furniture? Nothing?

Not a bad view.

Listen!

Katherine!

Who is Charles Ambrose?

Who is he, F95/W?

- How the f***'s he doing this?

- I know what the;/7/ look for:

Dysfunctional childhood

that involved abuse and neglect.

Later on,..

Couldn'f hold a job,

couldn't keep a relationshm.

- Wrong on all counts,

- What the...

Concentrate.

Mom never lefl me.

Dad never beat me.

You won't rind any trace of violence

or antisocial behavior in my past.

I'm not a radical

I have no interest

in fame or power.

I Tn simply a man

who could no longer look away.

Don't stop.

God knows I would prefer

to five the quiet life. "

...away from all that

I have became.

But we don't always get

to choose what we are.

There you go.

It hurts so bad.

I'm so scared.

OfHcer Pearce,

My name is Charles Ambrose.

Tell your supervisor you just met me.

It will do wonders for your career.

OfHcer Pearce here.

And now the savior"

needs ta be saved.

Clancy doesn't want you

to respond, Agent Cowles.

Sloman.

He doesn't want you

there when it happens. But you will.

You7/ respond.

Yau7l be there.

You can? heh) yourself

Hey.

Hey, a beat cop

just reported a Charles Ambrose

at Ashland Station.

Where are you going?

Hey! Get back here.

See you soon.

And here you are.

- Welcome.

- Thank you.

Just as I've seen it all those years.

You, me, this train,

You've seen it, too, right?

You've heard it? Day after day?

Except something's not right.

This is Agent Cowles. Our suspect

is headed into Ashland Station.

We'll have the engineer stop the train

in a station up ahead where we'll set up.

- Then what?

- We take him out.

- I advise you to stay clear.

- I'm not staying clear,

We have control. Stay clear.

Sh*t!

We're connected.

- The same animal,

- No, no. I'm not a killer.

- We can talk about that in seven minutes,

- Seven minutes?

That's when you kill someone.

- Who might that be?

- Me.

Move, Move!

Move in!

- Let's go!

- Move!

Go!

Move!

Go!

Move! Move! Move!

Train is five minutes out!

Let's go! Move!

I'm dying, John.

I can'! continue this work anymore.

That's why I need someone

to carry on for me.

Someone who can see the pain.

The suffering. Sickness.

There's another reason you have

to shoot me that you don't see.

Concentrate!

John.

John.

There it is. Thank you.

Agent Cowles.

You've grown so fond of her.

It's like having

your daughter back.

I'm sorry.

You've lost me, Charles.

She doesn't tit your profile.

Why would you kill her?

(chuckles) You're right.

I won't kill her. She's perfectly healthy.

That's the beauty of it.

You're going to stop me first.

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