Edge of Darkness

This film contain some violent scenes and very strong language.

Come on, Daddy, let's go play on the beach!

I'm getting my shoes off. Hang on.

Come on!

Just run right in it. Go on, run right in.

SHE SCREAMS

Yeah, it's cold, huh?!

SHE GIGGLES

It's gonna be a BIG castle.

Let me know if you strike oil, OK?

-Hi.

-Hi, how are you?

I've been waiting here forever.

Ah, Dad! The train was on time. You're always early.

What, are you starting already?

Why, you can't take it?

Come on, let's go home.

SHE VOMITS

All right, 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.

SHE LAUGHS

You seeing someone?

Yeah.

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.

Well, who says I don't have a honey stashed away somewhere?

YOU'RE my girl.

SOFT JAZZ PLAYS

CLATTERING

Hey, careful. Careful, it's hot.

SHE LAUGHS

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 all right? You been to the doctor, yeah?

When was the last time YOU went?

I get a physical every year.

That's right, they make you.

Hey, careful.

So how'd you get time off 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? Wanna lie down? Go on. Go upstairs, lie down.

I got your room all ready for you.

I know you do, Dad.

Or, er, ginger ale. That'll settle your stomach. I'll get some.

Always keep some ginger ale on hand.

Nah...

Yup.

Honey, hey.

Come on, honey. Come on.

-OK.

-Dad?

-Yeah.

-Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, Dad, I have to go to a doctor!

I gotta tell you something! I should have told you something!

What?

SHIVERING

OK, I gotcha.

Craven!

GUNSHOT

ENGINE REVS AND TYRES SCREECH

SHE GASPS FOR AIR

Jesus.

SHE GASPS FOR AIR

You're my girl.

I...

I know.

HE SOBS AND GASPS

Holy anoint...

PANTING

Love and mercy.

May the... may the grace of...

May the... may the...

SOBS VIOLENTLY

-Hey, there's Bill.

-All right, I'll let him know.

About 5'9, 5'10.

Thinks he's white from what he could see through the eyes of ski mask.

Yelled out one word: "Craven." And then he fired.

Jesus Christ.

Hit Emma instead. Then he ran. Didn't pursue.

You want some water, coffee or something?

Want something stronger?

I know somewhere in here there's a bottle of Crown Royal

with dust all over it.

You're gonna put the first foot forward.

Tommy, I don't care if it's now.

I'll sit with you, OK?

Get out. Get out of here, he's not a basket case. Get out.

Somebody get him some coffee.

I wanna a glass of ginger ale.

Get him a ginger ale.

We'll get him, Tommy.

You know how we react to things like this. Officer involved.

"Officer involved." Well, we ought to do that for everybody, right?

Officer invo- Who the fuck do you think you are?

If you wanna get philosophical, I'll get philosophical with you.

Wanna get cleaned up?

No, I'm all right.

I want you to come stay with Carol and me.

No.

You can't stay here.

It's where I live.

Well, if you won't come...

Can't everybody just get out of here, finish what they gotta do and go?

This is someone armed and dangerous.

What do you think I am?

Can everyone get out? I don't like 'em gawking at me. Can they just go?

Finish what they gotta do and go. Get out. Get out!

HAMMERING

TAP SQUEAKS/WATER RUNNING

HAMMERING

HE EXHALES

TAP SQUEAKS

LIQUID DRAINS

PHONE RINGS

Emma... Craven's phone.

Hello?

CLICKING

(EMMA) 'Are you all right?'

'Dad, are you all right?'

Yeah, I'm fine.

(TOMMY) Who's my little girl?

Em.

HE CHUCKLES

-Who's my little sweetheart?

-Em.

BANGING/GLASS SMASHING

Hurgh!

DUSTBIN ENGINE

DOGS BARKING

EXHALES/BREATHES HEAVILY

BIRDS SING/ENGINE CONTINUES

HE SIGHS

(RADIO) 'A fatal shooting last night

'of 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.'

CLICKS RADIO OFF

ENGINE REVS

Kathy, from what I understand,

police don't have much to go on, right now.

'Lisa, there are still unanswered questions

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 may be someone...'

Turn that shit off.

'..came across or had a run in with while he was working.'

'They also tell me that...'

You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-'..himself, was the intended target of this shooting.'

None of your neighbours saw anything.

And the rain hasn't left much for forensics.

We're gonna need to go through your cases, Tommy.

You must have an instinct on this, something.

Not off the top of my head, no.

All right, well, they wanna see you upstairs first anyway, so...

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

This is off subject. This is my daughter's phone.

I need a list of all her contacts.

I gotta talk to her friends, associates.

Janet can do that. Don't worry about it.

Blocked incomings, too.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

DOOR OPENING

-Tom.

-DOOR CLOSING

I am so sorry for your loss. Anything you need from me and Mary.

-All right.

-And let us know about the arrangements.

It'll be in the Globe and the Herald. I haven't been down, you know, to...

Yeah.

Thank you.

Uh, Bill Whitehouse is running things.

He has every resource this department possesses.

This is a cop thing. Officer involved.

So will, er... will you take a leave of absence?

No.

Uh, Tom, we can't have you on this investigation. It's a rule.

Well, since it's me that's gotta figure out who would wanna kill me,

for reasons only I'd 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.

All right.

I gotta make a statement to the media.

Is there anything you want in there? You wanna stand with me?

No, thank you.

Well, they wanna see you, Tom. The media.

I don't want any part of it.

I'm not gonna sit in the murder room.

There's no point to it. There's no physical evidence.

If you had a gun or something...

Jesus. I can't think.

SIGHING

It'll come to me.

It'll come to me, but it's not gonna come to me here.

I gotta drive around. I gotta think.

Right. You do what you need to do. You keep me informed. I'll punch in.

I gotta go. 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 haemorrhage. Heart seizure due to shock.

Tom, this is very difficult.

You may think 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?

Uh, scissors. I need some scissors.

Um...

CHILDREN SHOUTING/BIRDS SINGING

INDISTINCT CHATTER

BOAT MOTORING/CHILDREN SHOUTING

'Don't cry, Dad.'

I'm not.

I don't know if I can make it.

'You have to.'

HE SIGHS

All right, Emma. all right.

..and you're wasting two guys here at my house, Bill.

If you want them in the neighbourhood,

have 'em going door to door.

'Someone's trying to kill you, Tom. They're staying.'

(EXHALES) I got nothing. Nothing.

I don't have enemies.

I never lived life or said what I thought enough to have enemies.

'You know I understand.'

I'm not starting 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 in the house.

SIGHS

SEAGULL CRIES

WAVES CRASHING

CHILDREN YELLING

This is your beach.

C'mon, Daddy! Come on! Come ON, Daddy!

Come on, let's go play on the beach! Come with me, Daddy!

Come on, Daddy!

Come on, Daddy! Let's go play on the beach!

OK, sweetheart, I'll be right there. In a little while.

SIGHING

PHONE RINGING

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 you going?

TYRES SCREECH

SIRENS/INDISTINCT SHOUTING

DOG BARKING

KNOCKS

KNOCKS LOUDER

(THUD) Argh!

GRUNTING/PUNCHING THROUGHOUT

Argh!

Mr Burnham. Mr Burnham, yeah?

Yeah.

Settle down, all right?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

See, you know my daughter.

What are you, her boyfriend or something?

Yeah.

All right. OK.

I'm Emma's father. I'm gonna let you go now.

You're gonna be all right. OK?

Yeah.

OK, be nice, OK?

Jesus Christ.

I'm sorry, but you gotta get the fuck out of here now.

Give me a minute, all right? I wanna ask you a couple of questions.

If you answered the door... What the hell are you so scared of?

Is this your handgun?

How did my daughter get a goddamn handgun?

Did you give it her? Is this your...?

I gave it to her.

All right. Why?

I didn't notice a shotgun in your list of weapons. You own one?

-You think that I...?

-This is your pistol.

You licensed it in Vermont, it's illegal in Massachusetts.

I tell the police you opened the door with it, automatic year in jail.

Not that I don't have you by the balls

for trying to stick me in the doorway.

You'd be lying.

I don't care.

I know you. You're her dad.

You never came to visit her. Didn't even bother.

(Yeah...)

You worked with her. And I need to know what kind of trouble she was in.

I can't talk about that. There're security strictures.

Clearance to work where we do.

I can understand you won't help me. But I'm confused you won't help Emma.

Look, 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 gotta get the fuck out of here now.

Please. Or I'm dead.

There's something I need to give you.

Yeah? Yeah, sure, go ahead.

Here's the keys to her place. And her personal things.

Thanks.

Look, I'm gonna leave you alone now

until you realise you gotta talk to me, all right?

Yeah... I know you're a good guy,

or Emma wouldn't have had nothing to do with you.

Here's my card. It's got my cell on it, OK? Call.

You were right. I don't like him.

Why did you have a gun, honey?

SIGHS

CHILDREN CHATTER/DOGS BARKING

WHIRRING

WHIRRING GETS LOUDER

MACHINERY WHIRRS

MACHINERY STOPS/FOOTSTEPS

FOOTSTEPS STOP/WATER DRIPPING

SIREN PASSING

FOOTSTEPS

THUDDING SOUND

MACHINERY WHIRRS

HE GASPS

HE EXHALES

So what is it that I can 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 Defence 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.

Well, 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.

BLEEPING

-The fact is we don't know.

-BLEEPING

She was shot dead five nights ago.

Her father's a Boston detective.

The 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?

Cos you have to be absolutely sure.

She was killed. In Boston.

Yeah.

But this isn't part of that.

You think it's a funeral robbery?

Yeah.

Look, I don't want this getting mixed up in the other business.

I don't need the trouble, all right?

You do me a solid in Boston sometime.

Thanks.

PHONE KEYPADS BLEEPING

RINGING TONE)

FOOTSTEPS

PHONE RINGING

RINGING STOPS

-Hello?

-Hello.

Er, my name is Tom Craven.

'Your number was in my daughter's phone records.'

I'm Emma's father. I'm a policeman.

I just wanna 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 wanna keep running a shop.

Look, I'd like to talk to you in person. Will 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'll know that I can't be anyone else but Emma's father.

Will you help me?

Look, I'm out of state. I'm at my grandmother's.

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 60s, this hill was excavated.

It was a site for Nike nuclear missiles,

miles of tunnels and launch chambers.

I'm sure Emma told you.

No, she never talked about her work.

So Northmoor bought this from the federal government?

Well, we-we lease it.

For money?

Coffee?

Uh, 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, R & D, in general,

brings a great deal of money to Massachusetts.

As reflected in the tax breaks.

How can I help you?

I suppose I wanna know what my daughter did here.

In what sense? She didn't tell you about her work?

Perhaps because she was following your security protocols.

And what are they, in your understanding?

I don't understand anything. She never talked about her work.

Right. Well, you 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.

She was a full employee and there's a benefit package

which I suppose you should see personnel about.

I'm not interested in that just yet.

All our people are very well insured.

I'll bet they are.

Well, what we do here...

Northmoor is essentially a research facility.

We have a mandate from government

to develop a safe and clean energy source,

based on fusion technology. It's very green.

Weapons.

You make 'em.

Well, if we did, it would be classified.

I can tell you, because you're a policeman

and have access to this information, anyway,

Northmoor's an important part

of the nation's nuclear stockpile and maintenance programme.

We ensure that the nation's nuclear stockpile

remains ready for the president's order.

Not weapons, raw materials.

Emma was a part of this?

God, no.

As an intern, she didn't have any direct involvement.

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 meant 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.

Get you a list, contact numbers, so forth.

Can I ask you a question?

What does it feel like?

Thanks.

PHONE RINGING

-Craven.

-'You ready for this?'

I'm ready for anything.

'We have a DNA match.'

Really? Give me the skinny.

BANGING/INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Clear right!

Got a man down on the couch!

Give me one! Contact! Move it!

You're awfully calm, Tom.

Doesn't do me much good to be any other way.

No buzz off this guy, nothing?

This guy was a comer in his profession. This guy was a hit man.

What's the matter?

-Nothing.

-Tell me what you were looking at.

Says in the evidence log the hair was two and a half 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. And why would a pro blow off two barrels of his 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.

The known killer.

The unusually well known killer.

Makes you think.

What are you burning?

None of your business.

Yeah, go ahead.

-Cigar?

-I'm not celebrating just now.

I know you don't smoke. I saw your DARPA file.

That's my way of telling you you got a DARPA file.

You gonna tell me what that is?

Defence Advanced Research Projects Agency.

Their slogan is "Scienta est Potentia".

And I know you know Latin.

Sta sursum. You know what that means, yeah?

Stand the fuck up.

Please do so.

Well, it seems you're no one in particular.

Just some English guy standing on my lawn

with a District of Columbia driver's 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 the United States of America.

I said "flagged," I didn't say she was.

Funny, the Boston Police Department didn't come up with that.

Funny if they had.

What the fuck are you burning out there? Fucking Christ.

My English friend, Mr Davenport here,

about six feet tall, 220 pounds, is enjoying his cigar.

JEDBURGH CHUCKLES

WOMAN: Is he putting it out? I can't sleep because of the smell.

You said my daughter was a terrorist.

I didn't. But someone did.

Who are you, Mr Jedburgh?

I'm a friend of the court.

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?

I mean, what do you do for fun?

What do you mean, recently?

What's your interest in my daughter's death?

Well, I don't like the look of it. I mean, what do you think?

Do you recognise them?

Should I?

They broke into a US classified nuclear research facility.

Then they drowned in the Connecticut River

when they were making their escape.

Now, I know that sounds 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 could 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 Nightflower.

You know, treehuggers, militants, New Age fuckups.

Sometimes they blow shit up. Infrequently, and not very well.

You can look them up,

the organisation itself, but not the dead guys. They're classified.

She wasn't an activist. Not the type. My daughter was not a joiner.

She was more like me.

If she did anything, whatever she did, she would have done it alone.

There's a point when anybody can become an activist.

I mean, you see something happen that's so wrong you have to act,

even if it means the end of you.

Now, let's just say she was involved.

Her companions died, and she came home.

She didn't say anything.

She meant to, she wanted to, but she didn't make it.

I'm gonna advise my department of one - which is me -

to allow you to continue your investigation.

Even though you sometimes burn the evidence in your own back garden.

And you, an officer of the court.

I'm not gonna arrest anyone.

I never do.

You gonna try and stop me?

It depends.

I'll see you around.

You know, sometimes I feel like Diogenes.

You know, the guy who walked around with a lamp

looking for an honest man.

How'd it turn out?

What, for him? I don't remember.

But you and I did pretty good.

Bonne chance.

I thought you were gonna wait until I was a nice guy.

As a career move, 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 guy you are.

And you understand that cos you're doing it right now.

May I?

You drinking the good stuff because your job's going so well?

Is this an intervention?

If it is, I'd like to call people who 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'd go for a grease monkey?

Something like that, yeah. If you wanna beat yourself up.

Well, what if I said she said I reminded her of you?

Except drinky.

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 Nightflower?

You see any granola or C4 in my cabinets?

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 gonna lose my fucking job if I talk to you, no matter who's dead.

How did my daughter get people through the security

at a classified nuclear R & D facility?

There's a rumour she had help.

You.

No. I passed a 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, you know. They just told you you did.

Emma was writing to Senator Pine.

At some point she went to this greaseball local, a lawyer,

to see about getting out of her security.

What was the name of the lawyer?

-Sampson or Sanderman.

-Sanderman.

Anyway, so nobody could help her.

And whistleblowers always sound like psychos,

and Pine didn't get back to her.

And so all of a sudden, it was these Nightflower assholes.

She got them in through the cooling tunnels.

I mean, 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 in the tunnels, I mean,

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.

I mean, these are clever, clever fuckers, right?

You're a cop. You gotta help me.

Yeah, sure. Yeah, I will help you.

Come with me, tell me the truth. We'll get you deposed by a lawyer

No, no.

No, I'm sorry, no.

I like you, you're Emma's dad. But you have to go.

all right.

You can always change your mind.

In the meantime, here, this is yours.

It's loaded.

That's illegal in Massachusetts.

Everything's illegal in Massachusetts.

RAIN/CARS PASSING

DOORS CLOSING

ENGINE REVS

SIREN THROUGHOUT

PHONE BLEEPING

SIREN

TYRES SCREECH

GRUNTING/GLASS SHATTERING

TRUCK PASSING

ENGINE REVS

SIREN

SIREN/ENGINE REVVING

TYRES SCREECH

HORN

TYRES SCREECH/HORNS

SIRENS CONTINUE/TYRES SCREECH

ENGINE REVS

-GLASS SHATTERS

-Uh!

Urgh!

Urgh!

-GUN CLICKS

-Urgh!

(PANTING)

What does it feel like?

Hm?

PHONE RINGING

(SHUDDERS)

GUN CLICKS/PHONE RINGS

TRAFFIC PASSES/PHONE RINGS

-(TV) 'Good evening, Senator.

-Good evening.'

'Senator, two days ago, you gave a speech

in which you criticised your colleague, Senator Stafford,

for his position...'

-'We all have positions, Gordon.

-But, Senator...'

'I think the American people are asking, with good reason,

whether the price they have 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

of secret research facilities in Massachusetts?'

'I am curious about what you just asked me.'

'Now, if you're asking about this administration's failed policy

-with regards to...

-Senator, what can you tell me about Northmoor?'

'I'm not familiar with the business practices.'

'The parent company's one of your biggest corporate donors.'

'All I can say about my donors is that they're 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. I understand that.'

'But people have to realise the importance of R & D of every kind

to the Massachusetts economy.'

'Now to hark back to your question about Senator Stafford.'

'I fully agree with his desire to expand oversight of R & D.'

'But let's not throw out the baby with the bathwater...'

SEAGULLS CRYING/CAR DOOR OPENING

FERRY HORN

I never had kids.

Maybe it's better not to have had one, than to see one die.

No.

It was worth everything to have her.

Public drinking is illegal in Massachusetts.

Everything's illegal in Massachusetts.

Payback for the Tea Party.

You ever had wine before?

No, not with any pleasure.

Besides, with you, I think I'd have to switch glasses

when you weren't looking.

HE CHUCKLES

My daughter was irradiated.

I don't know how exactly,

but I think it was our friends at Northmoor.

Later, she was gunned down at my home.

And I want to know what you think about that.

I had a source says 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.

They're simply too complicated, too much hard work.

There's a lot going on out there in this world.

And 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.

FERRY HORN

If I was an employee at Northmoor

and I wanted to blow the whistle on something,

what would I be blowing the whistle on?

Well, 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?

Well, that's hard to tell.

You know that Scott Fitzgerald thing

about an artist who's a man who has two opposing ideas in his head

and, you know, he believes in them both simultaneously?

I 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 child.

But I know what it means never to have had one.

Yeah. You got nobody left to bury you.

Yeah.

Oh, by the way,

thanks for not killing me.

Detective Craven, how do you feel about a suspect being identified?

You're here later than everybody else.

Is that because you got a lousy boss?

I'm so sorry for you. I'm sorry I have to be here.

It's all right, 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.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

I knew this would be the outcome.

Mr Sanderman?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... did I interrupt?

-Uh, no.

-I'm Thomas Craven.

Detective Thomas 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'd 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 what that's from, when cops used to blow their whistles?

-I can't talk about that.

-I don't want you to.

But then later on that night, you invited her out to dinner.

Gee, you're really nervous, Mr Sanderman.

-I...

-And you're about two seconds away

from telling me how inappropriate all this is.

Let me say, I know you couldn't represent her

in a non-disclosure contract.

But you probably suggested further discussion

over a nice plate of spaghetti and meatballs?

You had agendas: one, you wanted to have sex with her.

Hey, I'm not passing judgment here, OK?

And two, and really, Mr Sanderman, you wanted to know more

about what 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 Northmoor's attorney.

This is highly irregular...

You organised western Mass for Senator Pine

who put your name forward for district court judge.

You were about to say something?

I don't have anything to say.

You are out of your depth, far from your jurisdiction.

If you don't talk, I'll tell the Globe and Herald,

my daughter came to talk about Northmoor.

You were Northmoor's attorney, yet failed to disclose it.

You'll be in the middle of a story

saying how my daughter was the target, not me.

Is that where you want to be? On what evidence?

I'll forge a fucking diary, I don't care.

Getting you in trouble's good enough. Listen, this is not about police.

This isn't about arresting, all that shit.

This is about me knowing what I have to and that you gotta tell me.

Now, I wanna see the senator.

See the senator? Who the fuck do you think you are?

I'm the guy with nothing to lose and doesn't give a shit.

You tell him that. And fasten your fucking seat belt.

BOAT ENGINE PASSING

'Look, Daddy. Lots of ABC's.'

KNOCKING

-BREATHING HEAVILY

-Hi.

I wanna go to her apartment.

I wanna see her things.

That's not a good idea right now.

I'm sorry.

I am so scared.

Look, I would take you for a cup of coffee, something to eat.

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, I can't take this, OK? I, er...

Talk to me, huh? 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.

They had a little shack on the river. Nightflower.

ANIMAL SQUEAKING

I am so afraid.

Who are you afraid of?

They came to my house. These guys in black suits.

They were asking about Emma. I lied my ass off.

What were they doing at Northmoor that Emma wanted to expose?

Bennett's the motherfucker. all right?

It's Bennett. That's all she wanted to say, he was insane.

She realised he was completely insane.

OK, whether he was this, that, whatever,

what were they doing at Northmoor?

Why did Emma go to Nightflower?

She couldn't go to the papers because of her contract.

The senator wouldn't help. And you are not hearing this from me.

all right? You are not. I run a luggage store.

I got a three-year-old.

I'm not hearing this from you.

What were they doing 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.

OK, honey, I know. Go back to your baby, OK?

I never saw you.

All right? Go on.

SHE SIGHS

I gotta 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 20s, you know.

Cos we got 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 at Nightflower?

Tell me that and we're done.

No, I'm done now.

In her phone records, there was a guy called Robinson. Is that the guy?

Yeah.

Now I'm done.

LOUD BANGING/GLASS SHATTERING

MELISSA CHOKING/TYRES SCREECHING

ENGINE REVVING/TYRES SCREECHING

GUNSHOTS

GLASS SHATTERING

TYRES SCREECHING

LOUD SPLASH

TANNOY INDISTINCT

We've stabilised her.

She's in a coma, although we weren't able to save her leg.

She has a child. Is there anybody...?

Her parents just arrived.

-Thanks.

-Thanks, doc.

Go ahead. I'll keep you posted.

Thanks.

WOMAN SOBBING

BLEEPING

'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 American nuclear weapons.'

'They are weapons designed to foreign specifications

and built with foreign materials.'

'So, obviously, if these bombs were ever to be used

they would be traced directly back to another country

and not the United States.'

'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 recording all this because I'm very scared.'

-EXHALES

-'I'm under constant surveillance.'

'My phone is tapped, and I'm being followed.'

'So chances are that if you're watching this,

I'll already be dead.'

'I love you, Dad.'

(Fuck.)

WIND BLOWING/BIRDS SINGING

WIND BLOWING

HELICOPTER ENGINE

Next time a 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.

The problem is there are things uncontained

and some of them will never go back in the box.

You're scared about Craven, wisely so.

But here's the damage control analysis:

apart from Craven, three sets of parents have lost their kids.

And now you have an employee

who tries to run over a single mother

only to be shot in the head by the same cop you previously bereaved.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know the thing about the dead?

They've got lovers, friends, relatives,

a billion loose ends, estimated.

Let's start at the beginning of this debacle.

Nightflower is a pack of paranoid, anti-corporate,

hubristic freaks.

They think you're the devil if you give them ice cream.

D'you think three of their people reading as drowned

is gonna read as an accident?

It WAS an accident.

The man involved in the other incident was a Bosnian

who, as far as paperwork is concerned, is alive and well

in London at this moment.

I can do my job. It seems I can also do yours.

What you're doing is not my job.

Isn't it?

Even if the drownings were accidental,

the bodies were recovered by a radiation team

-and disposed of secretly.

-By your people, not mine.

You said they were contaminated terrorists.

Not American citizens, and you contaminated them.

One of them is the only child of a mom with multiple sclerosis.

When she's on TV saying,

"Last thing I knew they were breaking into Northmoor..."

Do you know what I'm saying, Bennett?

Do you understand what you have done?

What's worse, me doing it - if anything has been done -

or you covering it up?

I'm just a private individual, a citizen, a man.

You, on the other hand, are the United States government.

What I am is the guy whose only fuck up

was letting you have your own security fiefdom.

Whatever they say, there was never a break in.

Northmoor's never had a security breach, 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 I'm 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 Allan C. Robinson, Junior?

-Yes.

-Could you remove your glasses, please, sir?

Urgh!

Argh!

Oof!

PUNCHING/GRUNTING THROUGHOUT

My daughter was Emma Craven.

She wasn't killed in your amphibious little operation

against the corporate Satan.

No, she was killed later. On my front porch.

Come here!

GROANING

I wanna know why you,

with your concerns about the planet and human race,

stayed silent about the drowning of your people. Why's that?

GRUNTING People with families.

All of them had kids.

And one of them was my daughter.

Nah, I'm not gonna hit you again. She wouldn't want me to.

Then again, she's not here because of you, you son of a bitch.

GRUNTING

We got a serious situation here, Mr Robinson.

They know who you are, and you're not dead.

Not dead, shot, hurt, poisoned, nothing.

Now, I figure that's because you cut a deal.

But you're gonna cut another deal with me.

You're gonna tell me everything. Come on.

Urgh! No!

ELECTRONIC BLEEPING

BLEEPING INTENSIFIES

I need to know about the properties of the substance

you gave Emma Craven.

I'd rather not discuss it in those terms.

Is it something she could've 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've 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 unsurvivable.

So be it, then.

Do you see a soul in there?

I beg your pardon?

You can button your shirt.

Now, as we discussed yesterday,

there will be some erratic behaviour.

I regret to say that this probably means

that you'll 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 40 years, suddenly he's yelling at me again.

I come awake.

You're not sleeping?

No, I'm not sleeping. I start to sleep and then I jolt awake.

There's something about the darkness. I don't like it.

I'm not a counsellor.

I know you wanna banter with me. I don't do that.

I can only give you the facts.

Well, we all know what the facts are.

We live a while and then we die sooner than we planned.

CAR HORNS/TRAFFIC NOISE

-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. I like a private funeral.

The 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'd 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 pretty much come out of combat the same way you went in.

I know that's not a very kind thing to say, but that's my observation.

I know there's a lot of big bucks

in this post-traumatic stress thing.

But combat's pretty much like anything else.

It can help put perspective on things when you're scared shitless.

What is the nature of our appointment, Detective Craven?

I was hoping you could tell me that.

How am I supposed to tell you what you want to see me about?

Because you're seeing me less than 48 hours

after I talked to your attorney.

Your daughter did come to me with allegations about Northmoor.

She sent me a letter.

What'd the letter contain?

It touched on national security matters that are classified.

What happened to the letter?

That's also classified.

But protocol would be to turn it over to the committee

that does oversight on the area your daughter's 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 to your daughter

advising her that she might be in breach of security.

Oh. So you didn't help her?

I'm very 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 she could be in violation of.

What did she allege?

That's classified.

Detective, a very important part of the Massachusetts economy

is research and development.

I think you're in a position, senator, regarding Northmoor,

where you had better decide whether 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.

But your daughter, her death was an accident.

No, she was poisoned with thallium by Mr Bennett.

I think I'm scaring you.

There's not much upside to scaring a senator

except to provide some perspective.

I'm gonna go, but I'm gonna leave you these.

I want you to call everybody involved.

Tell them I know everything I need

to throw a box of tarantulas at this situation.

-If you have information...

-Shut up.

I'm not interested in talking any more shit.

Investigate this at a national level.

Do that, maybe you'll come out of this all right. I don't know.

I don't think you knew the people you're in business with

killed my daughter.

But now that you do know...

..what are you gonna do about it?

Good afternoon, senator.

TRAFFIC NOISES/INDISTINCT CHATTER

TYRES SCREECHING

ENGINE REVVING

LOUD CRASH

Get out of the vehicle.

What the fuck do you think you just did?

You just rear-ended an unmarked cruiser.

I made an observation that you're armed.

-Through smoked glass and our coats?

-Yeah, I'm funny that way.

Get out of the car now or you're gonna make a move

for something on the inside of your jackets.

Get out of the car.

SIRENS WAIL

All right, on your knees. Hands on your heads.

SIRENS GET LOUDER

TYRES SCREECHING/SIRENS STOP

What you got, Tommy?

These guys are armed. They were following me, rear-ended my car.

You got some ID there?

Thanks.

They're not law enforcement. Imagine that.

What are you?

You don't think this'll 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 the killer.

So you're gonna follow me, armed, with no credentials,

into the city of Boston? You're out of your fucking mind.

Welcome to hell.

(TV) 'A strange new twist in the Emma Craven case.'

'As you know, a suspect has been identified in her murder.'

'But there are 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 in the back of an unmarked police car

driven by Boston Police Detective Thomas Craven,

the father of Emma Craven.'

'This all happened on Arlington Street.'

'Robert Down of Dover, Maryland

and Thomas Hannaham of Washington D.C

were also found armed with automatic weapons...'

Bennett.

We need to abort right now.

'We can't risk dealing with Craven yet.'

It's too late. It's already been done.

(TV) '..not explain why they had automatic weapons in their car.'

-You wanna try?

-Hm hm.

Hold your hair back. Your mother'll kill me if I get it messed up.

There you go.

Also on your chin.

Little moustache.

Perfect. Now you need your razor.

Here you go. Don't cut yourself.

Comb.

That'll work.

All right, now watch.

Painless.

Wash it off.

And one more.

CAR ENGINE

COUGHS

KNOCKING

COUGHS

Can I come in, Tom?

-You all right?

-Yeah.

Remember that trooper out at the airport,

busted Whitey and got demoted and transferred?

HE SIGHS

He knew what was going on.

But he couldn't prove it, and nobody wanted to know about it.

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

gonna charge you with the death of your daughter's boyfriend.

He don't have a case.

That doesn't matter.

It'll be five years of people thinking you did it.

You'll go broke, you'll lose the house.

Then they'll go after your pension.

If you win the case, then there'll be a civil suit

and 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?

Yep, even if I did.

VOMITING

COUGHING

You know, Bill...

..no one expects you to be perfect.

But there's just a few basic things you gotta 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.

And never take anything from the bad guys.

That's all. It's not much to ask.

FLOORBOARD CREAKING/CLICKING

Hello, Craven.

ELECTRIC CHARGES Argh!

THUD

MACHINERY WHIRRING

METAL CLANKING

CLANGING

Urgh!

DOOR OPENING

BOTH GRUNTING

Oof!

HE COUGHS

HE GRUNTS I need your car.

LOUD ENGINE NOISE

WATER RUNNING

MOANING

BREATHES HEAVILY

HE INHALES

Not yet.

PHONE RINGING

Go ahead.

Hold on.

I'll call you back.

GUNSHOT

Derek. Derek!

You're all fucked up, Craven. You're all done. Sit down.

Lie down. Be dead.

-GUNSHOT

-Argh!

Argh!

Fuck.

GRUNTING

Say, "Craven."

Fuck you.

-GUNSHOT

-Argh, you fuck!

"Craven." Say it.

Fuck. Craven.

Louder!

Craven!

-Louder!

-Craven!

GUNSHOT/GLASS SHATTERS

GUNSHOTS

I'm sorry you had to see that, honey.

GUNSHOT Urgh!

-GUNSHOT

-Urgh!

MOANING

CHOKING

SPLUTTERING/GROANING)