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Please. Where is he?

Where's Roy?

"He lives, but without a life.

"He lives in a closet.

An antisocial loner

with a love of gadgets. "

I wasn't writing about you!

"Society doesn't notice him because

he's invisible, normal and ordinary. "

You're not ordinary.

You're gifted, intelligent and-

Huh! And you're just trying

to butter me up.

Look. If you're angry at what

I wrote, let's- let's talk.

But leave Roy out of it.

- Did you come alone?

- No backup.

Good. Chapter six.

You have 90 seconds.

- No! Please!

- How do you raise an attack dog?

The answer is

right in front of you.

I'm a cop. I'm looking for

anything about my brother.

Yeah. You're that lady

on the book cover.

Some guy brought this by for you.

He said you'd understand.

Chapter six.

"You raise an attack dog

alone as a puppy.

You give it a biscuit... when it bites. "

I think I've seen you on TV.

Roy!

You're a bad cop

and you wrote a bad book.

- Roy!

- You don't know how it feels to kill.

I'm gonna give you deeper insight.

Go away!

One door is wired to explode and one is not.

You can save your brother

or kill him trying.

- Do you know?

- No!

Twelve seconds to read my mind.

Which door would the killer in your

book pick? Nine seconds, Jennifer.

- Get out!

- No!

Peters, get out now!

No! No!

No!

No!

We got a cop down!

Get an ambulance now. Get it!

Get an ambulance!

The early Christian

philosophers borrowed from Plato...

when writing

about evil, but, uh...

St. Augustine...

changed this from an objective...

to a more subjective creation.

Uh, for instance,

St. Augustine believed...

that evil was

beyond the reach of no man.

So did Freud.

Yeah, well-

Freud isn't exactly

my favorite moral philosopher.

Man's struggle against

evil started in the Garden...

and continues unabated...

because of the fall.

Who once said,

"Evil is the blemish of our species...

that will not spare

even the best man"?

Henry?

Anyone?

- Yeah, Kevin.

- Kant.

Very good. The 19th century

German philosopher Immanuel Kant.

Actually, it's the 18th century.

Kant died in 1804, but wrote

his major works in the 18th century.

Thank you, Kevin.

The devil is in the details.

I stand corrected.

You hardly speak up...

but when you do,

it's worth the wait.

You have a first-rate mind, Kevin.

But about your thesis-

I'm still waiting on

that prodigal first draft.

I have hit a wall.

Well, search along the wall...

till you find a door.

Hey, genius.

Nice call on Kant.

And another piece of advice.

If you're blocked,

take a day off.

Get out into the fresh air

while you still can.

Before you end up

an old dried-up professor like me.

That'd be an honor, sir.

But I do need to see an outline

before the end of next week.

No shirking.

You know what I'm capable of.

Wrath.

- Hello?

You have three minutes...

to confess your sin

before I blow your car up.

Someone must have left

this phone in the car. It's not-

Kevin Parson, you can't hide in the

seminary. You can't drive away from your past.

- Who is this?

- Don't you remember me, Kevin?

I'm hanging up.

You're passing into

the Harbor Tunnel.

Your clock reads 2:57.

And you don't remember

what to confess.

Here's a clue.

What falls but never breaks?

What breaks but never falls?

- What falls- Is this a joke?

- Don't believe and die.

Hello?

Get back!

Liar.

Don't you remember me, Kevin?

You remember everything.

Liar.

Liar.

Liar.

I thought he had

the wrong person.

- Then he said my name.

- Mm-hmm.

What falls but never breaks?

What breaks but never falls?

- What does that mean to you?

- What does it mean?

Nothing. It's nonsense.

Kevin, we didn't

find a cell phone.

Maybe it burned up

in the blast.

So he called you some names...

gives you a riddle,

tells you your car's gonna blow.

That's it.

Nothing else?

No.

You heard of R.K., right?

The Riddle Killer.

You must have been

living in a box not to have.

R.K. 's been making

all the press.

And why would someone like this

come after me?

Have you done anything to,

uh, call attention to yourself?

Made any enemies?

- Who is he?

- It's Kevin Parson.

Seminary student.

R.K. Tends to pick on those

he perceives as rising up above the herd.

Both parents died

in a car accident.

Raised by his aunt.

No siblings.

- How does he make a living?

- He lives off his parents' life insurance.

He has a B.S. In engineering...

an M.A. In English lit...

and he's working on

his Ph. D. In theology.

A professional student.

Yep.

It's too early.

Way too early.

I haven't cleared you yet.

This is R.K.

We can get him.

Yes, I know.

If he gets a whiff you're on this...

he may come after you again.

Oh, don't worry about me.

The question

we should be asking is:

Why is Kevin Parson still alive?

- What's over here?

- Watch your step. Watch your step.

Wow.

That's a lot of books.

You read 'em all?

Books?

Not yet.

So, I got something

for you here. Um-

Here we are.

It's, uh, an alarm beeper.

Just press the button

and we'll come running.

And it also has

a tracking device on it.

It's a pretty cool toy.

- Hmm.

- Good-bye.

Come on. Get out.

So keep it on you.

And don't worry. There's, uh-

There's never been a second attack.

Well, technically,

no one's ever survived the first attack.

The car explosion

that happened earlier today...

is linked to the Commerce Street

explosion that killed Roy Peters...

the brother of noted police profiler

Dr. Jennifer Peters.

Now the police are currently speaking with

the owner of the vehicle, Kevin Parson.

But we don't believe

he was injured.

Hello, Kevin.

Did you tell the police everything,

or did you leave out the best parts?

No police!

- Or I may tell them what you did.

- Who are you?

Who are you, Kevin? Are you still

the lonely boy in a blue house...

taking comfort from your pain

with a black puppy?

Don't answer that!

We're not finished yet.

Kevin, it's Sam. I just saw the news.

- I wanna make sure you're okay.

I'm gonna come over.

Sam! Sam!

- You swore that you

would never go back there.

- Why are you doing this?

- Would you go back to save Damon?

You have 60 minutes

to save a life you value...

but no police.

That's my number one rule.

Damon.

Here it comes, sweetie.

Hi, Kevin.

Oh. Hey, Bobby.

L- I have a new computer.

Y- You wanna see it?

That's really cool, man.

Hey, I'm gonna go

say hi to Damon, okay?

Damon misses you.

Where'd you go?

Shut the door!

And don't talk to strangers.

Ah, i-it's Kevin.

He came back home.

That's not Kevin, pumpkin.

That's a stranger.

Look, Balinda,

I just came to check on Damon...

then I'm gonna get out of here.

Oh, you turned running away

into an art form, huh?

Damon.

Hey, buddy. You okay?

Hey.

Kevin!

Kevin, is that you, old boy?

- Hey, Eugene.

- Kevin, where you been? Huh?

Damon! Do not play

with strangers! He's poison.

Eugene, just don't stand there.

Control your animal!

- If you don't, I will.

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