I Will Find You (2026) s01e01 Episode Script

[child laughing]
[birds tweeting]
[dramatic music playing]
[laughing continuous]
[swing creaking]
[thunder rumbling]
[rain pattering, thunder crashes]
[David] My name is David Burroughs.
I'm currently serving the fifth year of
a life sentence for killing my little boy.
The thing is, I didn't do it.
Not that I'm innocent.
A father's job
is to protect his child from harm.
I failed.
Matthew was murdered in his bedroom
as I slept down the hall.
Knowing he died alone,
wondering why his father
never came to save him.
[thunder crashing]
That's my real life sentence.
[cell doors buzzing]
I happen to be serving it here,
in the protective custody unit
at Briggs Penitentiary.
Prison is designed
to strip away your identity.
Your sense of self.
The man I was no longer exists.
It's why I've refused
to see any visitors since arriving.
Not even family.
Especially family.
I know what they think.
With the evidence against me,
what they had no choice but to think.
I don't blame them,
but I don't want to see them either.
It's better for everyone to forget.
Because the past never changes.
Until one day, it does.
[cell door buzzing]
[discordant music playing]
[seagulls cawing]
Open number nine!
[cell door buzzing]
Let's go, Burroughs.
What's going on?
You have a visitor.
Your sister-in-law, Rachel Mills.
- That can't be right.
- And yet here we are.
Why anyone would visit
a child killer is beyond me.
But I've learned
to just roll with the crazy shit.
Let's go. Up.
If I refuse?
Oh, Burroughs, please do.
[door closes]
[two-way radio squawking faintly]
[cell doors buzzing]
[cell door creaks closed]
[keys rattling]
[cell doors buzzing]
[cell door creaks closed]
- What are you doing here, Rachel?
- You look different.
Yeah, well, it's been five years.
Are you okay?
Sorry, stupid question.
[sighs]
Did something happen to Cheryl?
No.
No, no, she's fine. She's actually great.
Okay.
I mean, she's…
She doesn't know I'm here.
- Why are you here?
- I need to show you something.
And just before I do,
I know it's gonna sound crazy.
I have this friend from college, Irene.
She's married, two kids, the whole thing.
A couple weeks ago,
she posted photos online of a trip
they took to Six Flags in Springfield.
Including this one.
Crazy. You come down here to show me
a picture of your friend and her kids?
Look closer, David.
[sighs]
[tense music playing]
Tell me what you see.
[tender music playing]
[birds tweeting]
He…
He-He…
- He looks like Matthew.
- I know.
- The birthmark's smaller.
- Doctor said it'd shrink as he got older.
Only he never got older.
Which means that this is…
just a photo of a little boy that looks
like Matthew, if he was still alive.
Right?
Did you show Cheryl?
No. It took her a long time
to rebuild her life.
I'm not gonna blow it up
over something that… can't be true.
- You wouldn't come if you didn't think--
- That Matthew's somehow still alive? Yeah.
And I know how insane that sounds.
Just as insane as people thinking
that I killed him in the first place.
Well, I never did.
I found him.
He was dead.
I know.
But if there's a chance,
no matter how impossible,
that he is somehow still alive…
[line disconnects]
- [Ted] Time's up, Burroughs!
- [cell door buzzes]
You-You need to turn the phone back on.
You need to turn it back on.
[Ted] I don't need to do anything.
Come on, let's go.
- Come on.
- Show Cheryl.
[Ted] Come on. Up!
- [knocks on glass]
- Show Cheryl.
[handcuffs clicking]
[Ted] Let's go.
[suspenseful music playing]
[music ends]
[cell door buzzing]
- I need to see the warden.
- Again with the needs.
You're making a lot of demands today,
Burroughs. I'd be careful.
Come on, let me tell him-- [grunts]
- [coughing]
- Can't say I didn't warn you.
- [gasping]
- Come on. Get him up.
Please.
Just talk to him.
[handcuffs clicking]
Just let me talk to him. Please.
- [grunts]
- Oh, yeah, I'll get right on that.
Son of a bitch.
[breathing heavily]
[sighs]
[keypad clicking]
[beeps]
[dramatic music playing]
[Rachel] Tell me what you see.
[tender music playing]
Look closer, David.
[child exclaims faintly]
[children laughing]
[Matthew] Dad.
Wake up, Burroughs.
Warden wants to see you.
Officer Wesson
filed a disciplinary report.
You wanna tell me what happened?
I asked to see you.
Doesn't sound like the kinda thing
that gets you thrown into solitary.
Might have asked more than once.
Hmm.
Does this have something to do
with Rachel Mills visiting yesterday?
I mean, it's been five years.
What brought her out?
She showed me a photo of a young boy
taken at Six Flags a few weeks ago.
And he looked like Matthew.
Like what he would look like now.
I mean exactly like Matthew.
Like, down to the--
The birthmark on his cheek.
- I thought if you saw the photo--
- I don't need to see the photo, David.
I get it.
Do you think you're the first lifer
to grab on to some impossible idea
that this has all been some big mistake?
You're like a son to me, David.
I was at your trial.
The DNA was a match to Matthew.
- What about Rachel?
- [Philip] What about her?
She's a respected journalist.
Maybe she's onto something.
She was a respected journalist.
She got fired from the Globe
a few years ago.
What happened?
I don't know the details.
She's Cheryl's sister.
She's-- She's not gonna drag up the past.
Well, Rachel's not my concern. You are.
You think it's a coincidence
you ended up in my prison?
I pulled strings to get you here,
and I promised your old man
I'd look out for you.
Then help me.
Look, you've got friends in the BPD.
You could ask them for the murder book.
- You can't be serious.
- Listen to me.
In five years,
I've never asked you for anything.
And you never had to.
I care about you, David.
The moment you think there's a way out,
this place breaks you.
It's not about getting out. It's just that
I know something no one else does.
What?
That I'm innocent.
Someone else was there that night.
Prisoner's ready.
[David sighs]
Matthew's dead, David.
[handcuffs clicking]
No photograph's gonna change that.
[David sighs]
- [door closes]
- [speakerphone beeps]
Stella, can you come in here, please?
Can you clear my schedule for today?
[Stella] Yes, sir. Anything else?
Yeah, book me
on the next flight to Boston.
[sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
[officer] Hey, Soph.
Hey.
- Good to see you, Adam.
- How are you?
- Good, how are you?
- [Adam] Yeah, good.
Wow, look what the cat dragged in.
- Hey, Sophie.
- [Sophie laughing]
You're looking well.
Always a charmer. Why didn't you call?
Oh, yeah. That's a good question.
Can't a guy visit his friend
without having some secret agenda?
[Adam] Yeah, he can.
But you have one, Dad.
It was a last minute-thing.
How's he doing?
Well, you know my brother.
He's more worried about the Sox
making the playoffs than he is the cancer.
Um, where's Lenny at?
- In the living room.
- [Philip] Okay.
- Uh, give me a minute?
- [Sophie] Yeah.
[door opens]
- Don't ask me.
- [door closes]
[TV announcer] Two on and nobody out.
Another base hit…
I wish I could sit around and watch
the game in the middle of the day.
Not with how these clowns are playing.
[Philip] Adam's outside with Sophie.
Hope you don't mind we dropped by.
Guess it depends on why.
Mm, I was in the neighborhood.
Last time I checked,
Briggs was in Maine, not Boston.
David came to see me.
He, uh… He wants a copy
of Matthew's murder book.
Why?
It's been five years. Why ask for it now?
He always said he was innocent.
[exhales softly]
I think a part of him even believes it.
He's my son. I want to believe it.
But we both know better.
What?
I've come across
every kind of killer imaginable at Briggs.
You know, plenty claim they're innocent.
Most claim they've changed.
But Lenny, there's something in their eyes
when they talk to you.
Something that can't be erased
with time or meds or religion.
It's like a…
It's like a snake, you know, under a rock.
It's always there.
- But with David--
- So now you believe him?
[sighs]
Maybe I'm just getting old.
You sure there's nothing in that file
that can come back on us?
How could it?
Nothing we did that night
changed a damn thing.
[Adam] Hey, Pops, what's going on?
[Philip] It's probably better
that you don't know.
Yeah, I'm sure you're right,
but why don't you tell me anyways?
[sighs]
Rachel Mills came
to visit David yesterday.
Rachel?
About what?
Matthew.
David thinks he's still alive.
[ominous music playing]
[car door opens]
[engine starts]
[ominous music continues]
[keys rattling]
[officer] Hey, Burroughs.
Warden Mackenzie says
to make sure it stays hidden.
No signs of forced entry.
No fingerprints or foreign DNA.
Even the defendant admits
he was asleep alone inside the house.
He claimed he woke up
and discovered the body.
Mr. Burroughs has a history
of night terrors.
[prosecutor] And during a night terror,
is it possible for someone
to inflict harm on another person
without being conscious of it
or even remembering it when they wake up?
Yes. It is.
[woman] Due to the severity
of the injuries,
a visual ID was impossible.
But DNA tests confirmed
the body was Matthew Burroughs.
[prosecutor] And would
these injuries be consistent
with the baseball bat found in the woods?
Yes.
They would.
[prosecutor] Let's talk about
what happened next.
You're neighbors
with the defendant, correct?
[Hilde] Yes.
[prosecutor] Can you tell us what you saw
the night of the murder, Mrs. Winslow?
I saw a man bury something
in the woods behind his home.
[prosecutor] And is the man that you saw
that night in this courtroom today?
Yes, it was David Burroughs.
[tense music playing]
["Dirty Paws"
by Of Monsters and Men playing]
Jumping up and down the floor ♪
My head is an animal… ♪
[Cheryl] So, I'm still waiting
on three RSVPs for the baby shower.
Hello? Earth to Rachel?
Yeah, e-vite reminder, I'm on it.
What's going on?
You seem more Rachel than normal.
- Why, thank you.
- [Cheryl chuckles]
- Didn't you have an interview last week?
- [Rachel] Yeah.
- Uh, the Pawtucket Times.
- [Cheryl] Hmm.
They're keeping my résumé on file,
which is code for we know who you are
and what happened.
I'm sorry.
But what? I hear a "but" coming.
Well, you've interviewed
at every paper in the New England area.
Maybe it's time to move on?
You mean teach Intro to Journalism
at Quincy College for the rest of my life?
[slurps]
Just thought if enough time
had passed, you know.
You'd find your way back?
Yeah.
You can't let what happened
at the Globe define you.
- Why not? Everyone else has.
- No, you're a great journalist.
Okay? You just…
You need to get out there
and find a story.
[quiet music playing]
So there's something
I wanted to talk to you about.
[gasps]
- Oh.
- Ooh!
- You okay?
- Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Yeah, no, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I just…
She's really moving around today.
She?
You found out?
I thought the Ronster wanted
to do some sort of gender reveal party.
You know I love it when you call him that.
Oh, you do?
Wow.
A nurse at our last ultrasound
let it slip.
[softly] Hi.
How's it feel having a little girl?
Um…
Yeah, uh, it feels…
right.
Like I'm not replacing him.
I know that must sound silly.
It doesn't.
Not even a little.
It's okay.
[sniffling]
Uh, I'm fine. It's just hormones.
- Um, can you get me some tissues?
- Of course.
Oh, um, what did you want
to talk to me about?
Uh, nothing. Not important.
[dramatic music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[cell door buzzing]
[Rachel] Journalism isn't just
about reporting the news.
It's about seeking the truth.
Holding power to account.
Giving a voice to those
who don't have one,
but listening to them
deeply and respectfully.
That's what a journalist
should be trying to do.
Okay.
Next week,
we'll be discussing media literacy,
and I want everyone to bring in
an article that contains examples
of attribution and sourcing.
And no, Jordy, it cannot be digital, okay?
[cell phone vibrating]
Hello?
[operator] This is a collect call
from an inmate at Briggs Penitentiary.
If you'd like to accept
these charges, press 1.
[keypad beeps]
- [Rachel] Hello?
- Rachel, it's David.
Don't know how much time I've got,
but I talked to Mackenzie.
I have some new information.
Can you please come back here?
Yeah. Drive up
first thing tomorrow morning.
- Okay.
- I'll see you then.
Okay.
[dramatic music swelling]
[cell phone vibrating]
[indistinct chatter]
David Burroughs.
Ross Sumner. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Do you know you're the only
college graduate in the PCU?
Not to mention law professor at BU.
It's very impressive.
I have been starved
for some intelligent conversation.
You did your undergrad at Amherst, right?
- Want to know where I went?
- Not really.
I went to Williams College.
Yeah, we are both graduates
of the Small Ivies.
Jesus, is that Ross Sumner?
Yeah, I guess so. Why?
Why?
They found six bodies stuffed
in a sub-zero on his family's estate
and two more
in his Upper West Side penthouse.
He's insane. How'd he get work detail?
It's above my pay grade.
You, uh, had your first visitor
the other day, isn't that right?
Your sister-in-law, Rachel Mills.
- How'd you know that?
- I know all about you, David.
And I find you fascinating.
See, I killed 11 people.
And they were all strangers to me.
It just meant nothing, props on the stage.
But you, David, you killed your own son.
The flesh of your flesh.
So tell me, David,
when you brought that bat down
on his little skull…
what did that feel like?
[tense music swelling]
I think you should back off.
Okay.
Okay.
I'm just making conversation here.
[grunts]
[inmate 1] Fight!
[inmates shouting]
[grunts]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Let them tire themselves out for a second.
[inmate 2] Yeah! Fuck him up!
[choked yell]
[inmates shouting and cheering]
That's right. Nobody's coming to save you.
[dramatic music playing]
[laughing]
[birds tweeting]
[wistful music playing]
[giggling]
[Matthew] Dad.
Wake up.
Wake up.
[inmates shouting continuous]
[both grunt]
Fuck you!
[Lu] Get up! Get up! Get him up! Get up!
Get up! Get up!
All right, all right. All right!
- Hey, it's done! You're done!
- [weak gasp]
[cell doors buzzing]
[grunts]
[lock clicks]
[breathing heavily]
I saw what you did.
I don't know what you're talking about.
[buzzer sounding]
[cell door opens]
Ross Sumner's housed in permanent Ad Seg.
How the hell does he get
on a PCU work detail?
Looks like some kind
of clerical mix-up during a transfer.
Want to explain why you and Officer Lu
just stood there?
An altercation broke out between
two dangerous and violent inmates.
You mean a cannibalistic
psychopath jumped--
A man who beat his own son to death.
With all due respect, Warden,
we were working a 50-man detail.
We engaged when we had to
and when I felt it was safe to do so,
and I'm not gonna apologize for that.
- All right. That'll be all.
- Sir.
[footsteps recede]
[door closes]
[menacing music playing]
[two-way radio chatter]
Rachel Mills.
I'm here to see David Burroughs.
- [camera shutters click]
- [computer beeping]
[cell doors buzzing]
Jesus, what happened?
I got attacked.
- You okay?
- I'm fine.
Don't worry about it.
What did Mackenzie say?
He said I was a lifer grasping at straws,
looking for a way out.
But he also said
that you were fired from the Globe.
Yeah. I teach at Quincy College now.
You sound thrilled.
I loved being a reporter, so, yeah.
It's been hard.
Is that what this is?
It's just a story for you?
- No.
- You sure?
- David, no.
- Then what is it?
The worst things that happen in life
usually can't be fixed.
No matter how much we wish they could,
we can't go back and make things right.
But if Matthew's alive and we find him,
then maybe this is one time we can.
That's why I'm here.
Mackenzie gave me Matthew's case file.
Are you sure you want to do this?
Well,
I'm getting a free continental breakfast
at the Briggs Motor Lodge.
And, you know,
I'm a sucker for a day-old bagel, so…
- I'm in. What am I looking for?
- It's not what, it's who.
'Cause if Matthew wasn't the little boy
I found that night, who was he?
[Rachel] We'd be looking
for a Caucasian boy
the same age and size as Matthew
who went missing before the murder.
The National Center for Missing
and Exploited Children
has the best database. I'll look there.
[David] What about the M.E.
who confirmed the body?
[Rachel] Right, well, technically,
the DNA was a match,
but it could have been altered in the lab.
A visual ID wasn't possible due to
the nature of the injuries. Jesus Christ.
- Yeah, it was probably the point.
- Why such extreme measures?
Why not just take Matthew in the park?
They knew I'd never stop looking.
No parent would.
But if you thought he was dead
and were locked away for murder…
But why you? Why Matthew?
Okay, focus on questions
that can be answered.
Like what?
[sighs]
Hilde Winslow.
Why did she lie?
[Rachel] If she had nothing
to gain from your conviction,
the most obvious answer
is that someone put her up to it.
- Yeah.
- Maybe even the person that took Matthew.
Well, start there.
You got someone that can look into her?
My old editor at the Globe.
Rachel,
if we're right about this…
then there's someone
very dangerous behind it.
So be careful.
You too.
[Jim's voice] You've reached the voicemail
of Jim Doherty with the Boston Globe.
Please leave a message.
[Rachel] Hey, Jim. Uh, it's Rachel.
Hi.
I know it's been a while,
um, but I need a favor.
Could you run a name for me?
Uh, it's a Hilde Winslow
from Revere, Mass.
Thanks in advance. Talk to you soon.
[vibrating]
Hey.
Did you, uh--
Did you see I sent the e-vite reminder?
I did. Is that why you called me earlier?
Looking for validation?
It's your fault that I'm needy.
Mom and Dad liked you best.
- Naturally.
- [truck horn blaring over phone]
Hey, where are you?
Uh, I'm at the, uh…
the Briggs Motor Lodge.
In Maine.
Why?
I needed to see David.
Okay? And before you say anything,
and I know I should've told you,
but I knew how you'd feel.
Yet you did it anyway.
Cheryl, can you please let me explain?
All right? I don't--
Rachel, I don't care, okay?
Whatever it is, I don't care.
Cheryl, listen. You need to hear this.
No, Rachel. You need to hear me.
I am done talking about this.
I gotta go.
- [line disconnects]
- I…
[sighs]
[faint traffic ambience]
[eerie music playing]
[footsteps approaching]
[Ted] Wake up, Burroughs.
[hinges creak]
[sighs]
I need to take you to the infirmary.
- What time is it?
- Time for you to do what I'm telling you.
Let's go. Up.
[ominous music playing]
What's with the key?
Want me to buzz it open,
wake all these monsters up?
You know what kind of shit show
that would be?
Come on, walk.
[light bulb buzzing]
What's going on?
Ross Sumner filed a complaint.
Doctor needs to catalog your injuries.
It won't take long.
[lock clicks]
Go.
Let's go.
[cell door bangs open]
[ominous music continuous]
[chains rattling]
[tense music swelling]
I'm sorry, Burroughs.
[both grunting]
Help!
Someone! Help!
Help me!
Guard!
Guard!
Guards!
Help! Please! Please don't do this!
Help!
Guards!
Oh, shit.
- It's over, Burroughs. It's over.
- Why are you trying to kill me?
I don't have a choice.
I took their money.
Who… Whose money?
Prisoner's loose!
Oh!
[car horns honking]
[cell phone vibrating]
[indistinct chatter]
I knew you wouldn't let me down.
- How you doing, kiddo?
- [Rachel] I'm hanging in there.
I have to admit,
I was surprised by your call.
Not disappointed, I hope.
Did you have a chance
to look into Hilde Winslow for me?
You know I did.
You want to tell me what this is about?
I'm not sure yet. Why?
Well, for one thing,
Hilde Winslow is no longer her legal name.
It's now Harriet Winchester.
- When did she change it?
- November 2021.
That's a month after her testimony
sent my brother-in-law to prison.
Someone doesn't usually change their name
unless they want to disappear.
She sold her house in Revere
and pretty much dropped off the map.
No current address?
Only one I could find was a P.O. box
in New York under her new name.
New York City?
- She have friends or family there?
- None that I could find.
Sounds like Hilde
doesn't want to be found.
Sounds like someone's working a story.
It's about time, Rachel.
Now listen,
when you're ready to share, call me.
Thanks. I'll be in touch.
[menacing music playing]
[doctor] I had to give you a few stitches.
You can have Advil or Tylenol,
whichever you prefer.
There's no time, Doc.
We gotta take Mr. Burroughs to Ad Seg.
- [door opens]
- [sighs]
You tried to kill
a corrections officer, Burroughs.
Is that what he said?
You ain't gonna survive the day.
I promise you.
[door opens]
[Philip] Officer Wesson. Officer Lu.
- [sighs] You okay?
- I got lucky.
We were just about
to escort Mr. Burroughs to Ad Seg.
- Warden.
- Save it. Save it.
You and Sumner try to kill each other,
I don't give a shit.
Law of the jungle keeps the peace.
But go after my officers,
you're crossing an uncrossable line.
Didn't go after anyone.
[Philip] Officer Wesson's
report was pretty clear.
You faked an illness.
You demanded
to be brought to the infirmary.
And then on the way here,
you attacked him.
And you believe that?
Do I believe
the word of a decorated officer
over the word of a child killer?
Yes.
I do.
I'm gonna take Mr. Burroughs
and get him processed
for his new home in Ad Seg.
[sighs] You've had a long night, Ted.
I want you to take
the rest of the day off.
Yes, sir.
Get him up.
[keys rattling]
[door closes]
[cell doors buzzing, door sliding open]
Philip, if I go to Ad Seg, I'm a dead man.
You're not going to Ad Seg.
Officer Diego called me after it happened.
He told me he saw Wesson plant
a shiv on you after you got knocked out.
Wesson said someone paid him to kill me.
Well, I don't think
Ross Sumner was an accident either.
Which means whoever wants you dead
has the reach
to buy inmates and guards alike.
And this all started after Rachel
showed you that photo of Matthew.
- I told you.
- I know.
I'm sorry.
But you're gonna have
to trust me now, David.
Because I can't protect you here anymore,
and I told your father I would.
[dramatic music playing]
[door lock clicks]
You look like shit.
[Adam laughing]
[sighs]
[heartwarming music playing]
[patting back]
- What are you doing here?
- What, it's not obvious?
We're here to break you out.
What are you, crazy?
If you get caught, you'll lose everything.
[Adam] You'll die if you stay here.
[Philip] And we're not
gonna let that happen.
We don't have a lot of time.
If this is gonna work,
we gotta take you through the plan.
- Wait, we have a plan?
- We do.
And if it all goes well,
you'll walk right out of here.
Okay, there's one checkpoint
between my office and the elevator.
It's a low-security crossover
used mainly by COs.
Just keep your head down,
and we should be fine.
[David] Even with my head down,
won't the guard
want to see a transfer order?
[Philip] No, because you won't
be wearing your prison jumpsuit.
You'll be wearing Adam's uniform.
Next, we'll move
through the visitors' exit,
which leads right out
to the main parking lot.
From there, you'll take Adam's cruiser
and have a two-hour head start
before roll call even notices you're gone.
Now remember what to do
if anybody finds you before I get back.
David caught me off guard, took my gun,
put me in the closet, cuffed me.
If not, everyone will assume Adam drove
off, and I'll sneak him out later tonight.
Adam, I…
You don't know what you'd do without me?
It's been that way since we were kids.
[sighs]
Go find Matthew.
[sighing]
Heard what happened with Burroughs.
You heading home?
Yeah, yeah. At least that SOB
will enjoy a stretch in Ad Seg, right?
What are you talking about?
I just came from Ad Seg.
- The warden didn't drop him off?
- No.
[menacing music playing]
[two-way radio chatter]
[cell door buzzing]
[button clicks]
Excuse me, warden!
Ted, I thought I told you to go home.
I just spoke to the Ad Seg officer.
He said you never dropped off Burroughs.
Yeah. I was gonna take him over
just after I walked my son out.
Go home, Ted.
Yes, sir.
[suspenseful music playing]
Burroughs?
Hey, whoa! Let him go!
- Step back or I will kill him!
- Do not do this, Burroughs!
Goddamn it! Burroughs has taken
the warden hostage!
Lock the prison down right now!
Lock it down! We got a hostage situation!
Shit. Shit, it didn't work.
What are we gonna do?
Okay, David, they're gonna
be waiting for us, okay?
So you get behind me,
you put the gun on me,
and you follow my lead, okay?
You can do this. Come on!
[alarm buzzing]
[officer 1] Put your gun down!
[officer 2] Don't do this, Burroughs!
On the ground!
Lower your weapons!
- Lower your weapons!
- [officer 3] Put the gun down now!
- Put the gun down now!
- I said lower your weapons! Do it now!
Do what he says!
- Okay.
- Put 'em on the ground!
- [Philip] Keep going! Back off!
- Do it right now!
- Buzz us through! Buzz us through!
- Hit the buzzer!
[door buzzes open]
- Hold on. Where's the cruiser?
- It's the visitors' lot. No time.
- We'll take my truck. It's over here.
- [officer] Stand down!
Stand down!
Get back! Stay where you are!
Stay where you are!
[suspenseful music playing]
[starts engine]
[tires screech]
[guns cocking]
They're not moving.
They're not moving!
Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
Hang on!
[tires squealing]
[suspenseful music continuous]
[officer] Burroughs just escaped
in the warden's pickup.
Alert the state police!
[dispatcher] Be advised,
male subject's last known location
was south on Highway 1.
Patrol cars in pursuit.
All vehicles be on alert
for a Ford pickup.
Inmate last seen
fleeing Briggs Penitentiary.
[tires screeching]
Subject is armed and extremely dangerous.
- [sirens wailing]
- Go! They're gaining!
[engines revving]
We interrupt our regularly
scheduled program for breaking news.
Reports are coming in of an escape out
of Briggs Maximum Security Penitentiary.
Few details are in, but we can confirm
that the inmate's name is David Burroughs.
Five years ago, Burroughs was convicted
for the brutal murder of his son Matthew,
a case that made national headlines
and gripped the nation.
All right, everyone, in position.
[racks shotgun]
[police radio chatter]
- [helicopter propellers beating]
- [sirens wailing]
- Now what?
- That depends.
- On what?
- Them.
[tense music playing]
[officer on radio] Spike strip deployed.
We have the vehicle boxed in.
They have nowhere to go.
[vibrating]
That'll be the negotiator.
We're gonna negotiate?
No, we're not.
So you remember,
you're a desperate man. Okay?
Whatever comes next, they need to believe
that you'll do anything
not to go back, do you understand?
Sniper now has a shot
and waiting for the go/no go.
Yeah, that's not gonna be a problem.
[tense music swelling]
[music ends]
[dramatic music playing]
[music ends]