He ascended into Heaven,
and sits on the right hand of God the Father Almighty.
From thence he shall come to judge the quick and the dead.
Dr. Hawkes?
- Warden Davis Ollenstein. - Sorry I'm late, Warden.
- Got stuck in traffic. - This way.
Ten more minutes, you would've missed it.
Did Mr. Tifford say why he wanted to speak with me?
No. All he said was that he requested your presence
- as a witness to his execution. - I don't even know him.
Apparently he knows you.
May the Lord Jesus Christ protect you
and lead you to eternal life.
Reggie...
Dr. Sheldon Hawkes here to see you.
You have one minute.
You got her eyes.
Do I know you?
I spent the last ten years thinking about this.
Wondering when this day was gonna come,
and thinking, when it did...
I'd want you to be here.
To witness your execution?
Why?
I want you to know something.
Reggie,
it's time.
Excuse me, sir.
Give me your hands.
You know the drill.
All right, let's go. Wait a second. Wait a second, fellas.
Sorry. We're on a schedule here, sir.
Reggie, what is it? What did you want me to know?
I'm the man who killed your sister.
Let's go.
Maya?
I'm sorry, man.
I wanted you to know that.
Donnie?
There's something's wrong with him, man.
Donnie, you all right?
What's going on in there?
Donnie, you all right?
We need a doctor in here!
Hey, I'm a doctor.
He's dead.
Get him back to his cell.
* Out here in the fields *
* I fight for my meals *
* I get my back into my living *
* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. *
Detective Taylor.
Hey, Mac, it's Hawkes.
You on your way back?
Not exactly. I got one dead in the execution room.
Problem is it's not the inmate.
Pictures headed your way.
Your victim is a prison guard?
He collapsed seconds before Reggie Tifford was about to be executed.
And a murder on death row gives him a stay of execution
for the length of the investigation.
If Reggie Tifford is responsible,
he just bought himself some more time on this earth.
We'll see.
Pennsylvania State Police and the local crime lab
are both on their way.
Bloodstained mucous from the mouth.
Bright red in color.
Yeah, I'm also picking up a bitter almond smell.
It's consistent with cyanide poisoning.
Mm-hmm. Acute toxicity.
I estimate the poison was administered within the
last couple hours.
Thing is, according to the warden,
the victim's shift started about six hours ago.
If Reggie's behind this,
he must have had that cyanide smuggled in.
Yeah. It means someone's helping that scumbag from the outside.
Open 17.
Cell 17! Do it now!
So help me God, I will put a bullet in you
if you don't do what I say.
That sounded like a gunshot.
Mac, I'll call you back.
NYPD Crime Lab. I heard shots.
Is he dead? Yeah.
We got a problem.
I'm gonna find that state trooper. Wait!
This is Ollenstein.
We got a situation red.
Full security breach. This is not a drill!
I need a lockdown now!
Shane Casey.
Son of a bitch is back.
We definitely have a serial killer on our hands.
Did you talk to Hawkes?
A few minutes ago. I hear it's bad.
You've reached Dr. Sheldon Hawkes. I just heard on the news rioting broke out.
Shots were fired. There's no reports of casualties yet. Did Hawkes met out?
He's still in there. They find out who he is,
he's as good as dead.
Come on! Who's next?!
Come on! Come on!
Some more? Back up!
Sure! Come on!
You bleedin', man.
Get away from me, dude.
Look, we gotta get you out of here before these cats change they mind, all right?
- Get away from me, dude! - Hey, listen to me!
I could have took a shot at you tonight, but I didn't!
I know what you thinking, right?
I didn't kill that guard tonight!
- Why should I believe you? - Because, man,
I was prepared to die tonight.
It was a wrap, son! It was a wrap!
You was the last part of it.
I swear I had nothing to do with that guard!
Now, you want to live, you come with me now!
Now, man, come on!
Look, look, Captain, I understand your situation,
but you need to understand mine.
I have a man in there who will not survive the night
unless you and your team come up with a plan to extract him now.
What do we know?
One confirmed dead: a guard.
Rest of the personnel is unaccounted for.
So we can assume they're hostages.
Everyone, including Hawkes.
Pennsylvania State Correctional-- isn't that
where Shane Casey was transferred to?
Danny.
What?
A few weeks ago, I'm getting therapy on my back.
I go back to the locker room to change.
All my stuff is gone, Stella.
Everything.
They got everything my wallet, my cards, my money--
even my grandfather's dog tags.
My badge.
Flack and I are questioning a suspect a few days later
in a pawn shop.
I look in the display case, I see my grandfather's dog tags.
So I take 'em back here.
I figured I can figure out who the scumbag is that robbed me.
I get a print.
Comes back to Shane Casey.
What?
Did you ever find your badge?
Just my dog tags.
I know. It's not good.
He got his hands on 'em.
How is that even possible? He's been locked up for the last three years.
Exactly. I have no idea. but without a doubt, it was his print.
Keep me in the loop on your end. Thanks.
What do we know? SWAT's on the scene.
They got a first stage tac plan in the works.
Shut down the power, then open a line of communication.
That could take hours.
What about getting Hawkes out?
Right now, that's low on their priority list.
We'll be safe in here long as we keep the door closed.
What you doing, man?!
What's the matter?
You killed her.
You killed Maya.
Mac.
You okay?
I've been better.
Everyone's here for you, Sheldon.
Where are you now?
In one of the cell blocks.
Some kind of storage room.
Can you get to an exit?
No... no, no, no way- they got the guards in the cells.
Inmates are running things.
Yeah, Shane Casey is one of them.
Yeah, I already saw him.
We just lost power.
It's coming from outside. It's part of the tac plan.
And Mac already spoke to the negotiation team.
They know you're in there.
Now they're standing down until they can assess the situation.
I'm sorry, Sheldon.
Hang tight, pal.
I don't know how much longer
I can be in here without someone knowing I'm here.
Is there anybody in there you can trust?
No.
All right, just keep your head down; conserve your battery.
We'll be in touch.
Put those on.
Only way you're gonna survive in here
for the next few hours is if you look like one of us.
We're gonna need blueprints of that prison.
Everything you can get your hands on.
Electrical systems, service corridors,
every single access point.
You really think we can do this?
What? What are you thinking?
We're gonna have to break Hawkes out of prison.
Move! Move! Move! Move!
- Hey, where you going, man? - None of your damn business.
Hey, hey, you might look like one of us now, but
there's a lot more to surviving in here than just wearing the right clothes.
Guess you want to help me, is that right?
You may save my life in here,
but you killed my sister.
And there's no redemption for that.
Not in my book, no matter how hard you try.
Don't you want to know what happened?
My sister never had it easy.
She got mixed up with drugs, met people like you.
I can fill in the blanks, all right?
Trust me, I see it all the time.
You're wrong, man.
Maya was a good woman.
Yeah.
A good drug addict.
No, man, she-she beat that.
Maya was already clean when I met her.
I wasn't.
She made the mistake of trying to help me.
- She got clean? - Yeah.
Listen, man...
I was high at the time, right?
And we got into a fight, you know...
I had no idea what was happening until it was over, man.
I swear, I had no idea.
And then I lied to the cops.
I told them she got killed by some dealer
she was trying to buy drugs from.
After that, I was out of control.
Took two more lives, ended up here.
Man, not a day goes by I don't think about what I did, man.
Veritas lux mea.
That's Latin, right?
It means "Truth is my light."
Maya said she had a smart brother.
Man, she was proud of you.
Look, let me help you.
Not for you and not for me,
but for her.
If he can make it past these guard towers,
he's got a good chance at an egress over here.
Unless those towers are overrun by inmates.
Lindsay and Adam are pulling subbasement plans right now.
Where are you?
- Where are we? - Cell block B.
Cell block B.
Who's with you?
An inmate.
He's helping me.
Hawkes, we're working on a way to get you out of there.
In the meantime, if you can give us a description
of what's going on, we'll relay to tactical.
I can do better than that.
The photo should be coming through now.
I'll get it to tactical.
That doesn't look good, Mac.
How many guards?
I got one, two, three down.
Maybe another five or six being held in cells.
SWAT won't move in until
they've done a full evaluation of the situation.
The potential for casualties is too great
if they try to go in blind.
Just lay low and wait for us to figure out an escape plan.
We can't do that. We got to keep moving.
Plus I got a guard's murder to investigate.
Are you kidding me, pal?
Just duck and cover, okay?
Wait for us to find a back door.
The longer I wait, the colder the evidence gets.
Remember who said that?
Yeah, me.
But I wasn't factoring in a prison riot.
Those are the cards I got.
You still think it's your death row inmate Reggie Tifford?
I don't believe he did it.
What makes you say that?
I'm not sure.
What about Shane Casey?
I wouldn't put it past that guy.
I got the same feeling,
and I think I know who helped him.
Who?
Pennsylvania state trooper.
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta call you back.
Yo, look who we found trying to sneak out.
Hey, it's the warden!
Oh, you don't want to miss the party, boss.
We're just getting started, man.
I never seen you before.
Well, that's my man Frosty, man.
He's been in solitary for a nickel.
- Is that right? - That's right.
You want to keep eyeballing me, or we gonna make some noise?
You wanna make some noise?
Go ahead, slugger. Take a shot.
We all deserve one.
Let's go, Frosty. Batter up.
Come on.
Yeah, come on.
Get him. Get him for that nickel.
Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait. What you doing?
Yo, yo, boss ain't no good to us dead.
Look at him, he almost done.
If this cat dies, we lose our leverage.
Yeah, I think he's right.
You know they assembling firepower outside.
And I, for one, am enjoying my newfound freedom.
So let's use this scumbag right here
to get what we want, huh?
You gonna give us what we want, right?
Right?!
Keep him on ice for now.
We're out of here.
That was good.
We got to keep moving. Where to?
You know an inmate by the name of Shane Casey?
Man, I've been out of general population for a while.
Well, I think Casey killed that guard tonight.
I want to take a look in his cell.
- Shane Casey know him? - Of course.
I need to know where his cell is.
Who are you? I never seen you before.
I'm not an inmate.
My name is Dr. Sheldon Hawkes.
I'm from the New York Crime Lab.
I was here to witness the execution
of Reggie Tifford when all hell broke loose.
You picked the wrong time to pay us a visit.
- Yeah, you're telling me. - A digital inmate tracking device.
Shows us where any inmate is at any time.
Also contains every inmate's prison file,
including cell info.
If I was you, I'd hurry up.
We're gonna get you out of he, all right?
Forget it. We ain't goin' nowhere, man.
So how's my escape plan coming along?
It's going to take some time, Hawkes.
Looking at everything, Doc--
sewage pipes, air ducts, even the laundry chutes.
Okay, in the meantime, can you find me a way
to cell block G without going through B?
Why? What's there?
Shane Casey's cell.
I think we can do that.
He said it should be behind this wall.
Hope he's right about that air duct.
Found it.
Here it is. Casey's cell.
All right.
So you think this guy Casey really did it?
He's certainly capable.
He's a bad dude, huh?
Three years ago, he cut off the head of one of his victims
and hung her corpse upside down from a ceiling fan.
That makes him a Hall of Famer in here.
Prison serve these?
Yeah, every Wednesday.
This is how he poisoned the guard.
With peaches?
With the pit.
Peach pits contain
close to 100 milligrams of cyanide
in the form of a compound known as amygdalin.
By crushing two pits
and extracting the water-soluble poison,
you could easily end up with
enough poison to kill an average-sized adult male.
Stomach acids convert the amygdalin into cyanide,
so he must have slipped it into the guard's food or a drink,
explaining how he killed the guard.
Yeah, but to what end?
All right, if he's planning an escape, right, he's still got to get through
concrete walls, metal bars.
That's where the state trooper comes in.
I'm guessing he was gonna walk him out.
Either they got some kind of previous relationship
or Casey's got some kind of leverage over him
to make him cooperate.
Tell me you got something good?
We found an exit.
We're gonna get you out of there, Doc.
And I found our killer.
It's Casey.
That's no surprise.
We'd like to know the details, but let's get you out of there first.
Can you get to the prison kitchen?
Kitchen? Easy.
Yeah, we're on our way.
Call us as soon as you get there.
Good to see you again, Dr. Hawkes.
Well, at long last, you get to see
what life is like on the other side of the bars.
Your brother was guilty, Shane; we proved that.
There's nothing left between you and me.
This has nothing to do with you, man.
So let me out of here.
What do you want?
Well, you know, basically, you know, what every American wants:
life, liberty, and, uh, my freedom.
So you killed a man for that?
Oh, man, that bloodthirsty guard I poisoned?
Come on!
I just sweetened his coffee a little.
He had it coming.
Isn't that right, Mr. Tifford?
I mean, the guy... he took, he took more lives than God, man!
That was his job.
And the people he executed were sentenced to death by a jury,
not the twisted imagination of a madman.
You know what? That really hurt my feelings.
You let me out of here, I'll do more than that, you coward.
Tough talk, Mr. Science Guy!
You know what, unfortunately, I can't engage you any longer.
I do have an appointment to keep.
But, uh, have fun.
That's an interesting fella.
We got to get out of here now.
What, you kidding?
These cells is escape-proof.
37 years in operation- ain't nobody ever get out these cells
that wasn't let out these cells.
There's got to be a way!
Where are Mac and Stella?
With Flack on the phone with tactical, letting them know our plan.
I'm getting worried.
What if this plan doesn't work?
It's gonna work.
That's his reflection in the photo.
He looks okay.
This picture was taken two hours ago, Linds.
Who is that standing next to Hawkes?
I'm assuming that's the inmate that's been helping him out.
I have an idea.
We should figure out who that is. You know, get a heads-up to tactical
so they can tag him as a non-hostile.
That's good. That's good.
Okay, his name is Reggie Tifford.
Right, that's the guy who was supposed to be executed tonight.
Looks like he was being put to death for a burglary/homicide
he pulled in Pittsburgh.
Victims were a married couple: Todd and Jackie Smith.
- You ever heard those names before? - No, no.
You think that's the case that Reggie wanted to talk to Hawkes about?
Yeah, what do you got?
Hawkes, it's Danny. This guy that you're with is Reggie Tifford, isn't it?
The guy who was supposed to die tonight?
Yeah, that's right.
What did he want to talk to you about?
My sister.
- What? - Hawkes, you have a sister?
Her name was Maya.
She was murdered in Pennsylvania about ten years ago.
- Why didn't you ever tell us? - I don't know.
She got in some trouble years ago.
Just as I was graduating medical school,
she moved to Pennsylvania; we lost touch.
And sometime there later, I found out she was murdered.
They never found who killed her, did they?
Police never made an arrest.
We were just so different, you know?
I was...
pulled away from her. She pulled away from me.
And I guess it was...
You know, I don't know. I was thankful for that.
I was... maybe I was just embarrassed by her.
Look, guys, I can't talk about this right now, all right?
- I'm locked in Shane Casey's cell. - What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
And he killed the guard, Danny. I found the evidence in his cell.
But before I could get out, he locked us in.
- We got to get him out of there. - Is there anything
- in there that you can use? - Nothing. That's the problem.
Got the clothes on my back and-and...
just a tracking device I got off some guard.
Tracking device?
Yeah, the guards use them to keep track of the inmates.
That means they're always on.
And they must go through batteries like crazy, Hawkes.
Yeah, I'm already ahead of you.
Nice work. I'll call you back.
You look like a man with a plan.
Rechargeable batteries are filled with sulfuric acid.
- Meaning? - Meaning we got to find a hammer
or some kind of tool to break this thing open.
Yeah, what about the foot of the bed?
Yo, they're pretty good at cracking skulls open on occasion.
It might work for a battery, too. I don't know.
It's worth a try.
***
Now, there's not much acid in one of these, so don't overdo it.
Break it open carefully. Got it.
Again. Again.
Again.
Okay, okay, stop.
Yeah.
Now, the acid's not gonna eat all the way through.
- Right. - But...
if we smear some of it along this weld point here,
we might be able to weaken the metal enough
to loosen it from its frame.
And I'm supposed to fit through that hole?
You have any other suggestions?
Wait, wait, wait.
- What? - Let me. Let me.
I always said I was gonna break out this joint. This might be our only chance.
- Right there. - All right.
The reaction releases hydrogen gas, so stay back.
You don't want to breathe any of it in.
Might kill you.
Should have went to medical school.
So, you got it?
Yeah, it's right here.
Exactly what you asked for.
All right.
An NYPD uniform.
Go.
What about...?
You got any better ideas?
Yeah!
Yeah, baby, that's some...
...bad-ass MacGyver stuff you just pulled there, son.
There we go.
There you go. There you go.
There you go.
All right.
Come on.
Let's go.
Hey, yo, forget it, man. Forget it.
No, no. Forget it. Come on, come on. Hang on.
You need to exhale. Get all the air out of your lungs.
Excuse me?
It reduces the size of your thoracic cavity.
- My what? - Just exhale!
Your lungs will get smaller.
Trust me. It'll work. I promise. All right? Let's go.
Go!
Come on.
- Come on. - I think I broke a rib.
Yeah, you probably did. Can you walk?
- No problem. - Good.
Let's move. We can't let Casey get out of here.
Did you report your shield stolen?
No. I mean,
I don't want to make a big deal about it yet.
- It's a big deal. - I know.
So...
how do I look?
Gun.
I don't see him.
I can't believe Dr. Hawkes had a sister this whole time and never told any of us.
Well, we all know Sheldon. We know how hard he had to work to get where he is.
Maybe he felt like there were people
- from his past that would undo that. - I had Louie.
- I was always upfront about him. - And my sister's no picnic.
And my dad, I don't like talking about him.
I know what it's like to want to bury something from your past.
Just got off the phone with tactical.
- They're done waiting. They want to go. - How much time do we have?
Ten minutes. And then they're gonna stage a full assault.
We got to get him out of there now.
There.
There's Shane Casey, dressed like a cop.
Let's go.
- What is it? - We don't have much time.
Look, I've done everything you've asked.
Make the call, have your people let my family go.
Soon as I'm out of these prison walls,
it'll be the first call I make.
I promise, okay?
Casey!
I've got Casey.
We're gonna get you out of here. Just hang on.
I'm sorry.
I know. Just hang on, all right?
Where the hell is he?
Stay with me.
I had no choice.
Casey has someone helping him.
Who's helping him?
His former cell mate.
He has my wife, my kids.
He said he'd kill them if I didn't cooperate.
I won't let that happen, I promise.
Promise I won't let that happen.
Where do you think you're going, man?!
Inmate, release the officer!
He's not who you think he is!
Inmate, on the ground now!
Drop the weapon!
It's okay. It's okay.
I'm Officer Messer, NYPD.
I came to witness an execution.
Inmate, on the ground now!
That's Shane Casey! He's an inmate! Stop him!
I'm telling you, he's not a cop! Let go of me! Come on, down!
- That's Shane Casey. - Down! You got the wrong guy!
- Down! Don't let him get away. - Stop him! Stop him!
He's not a cop!
Stop him!
Stop...!
No.
There he is.
- There he is. - Welcome home.
What's up, doc?
- Glad you're well. - Hey, man, thanks.
Officer Miller's family is all safe. SWAT moved on the house an hour ago,
arrested Casey's ex-cellmate and rescued the family.
What about the warden?
He was just released from the hospital.
And, uh, Shane Casey?
We've got alarms out all across Pennsylvania and New York.
They're running a profile on the evening news.
But as of right now,
he's still in the wind.
* Still I wonder why it is *
* I don't argue like this *
* With anyone but you *
* You do it all the time *
* Blowing out my mind *
* You got this look I can't describe *
* You make me feel I'm alive *
* When everything else is au fait *
* Without a doubt, you're on my side *
* Heaven has been away too long *
* Can't find the words to write this song *
* Oh, your love *
* Still I wonder why it is *
* I don't argue like this *
* With anyone but you... *
Maya, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Okay, so, uh, where do I begin?
I... I've become a crime scene investigator.
And I'm happy.
Yeah.