02x02 - Schizofrenzy

[bunniefuu]

[siren wailing]

[indistinct conversations]

[police radio chatter]

He's k*lled 18 kids, and now he's k*lled one of us.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Hey. Homicide. Where's the chalk?

I just do lights.

Hildy.

Hey.

Hey. Is Louise with Mike?

Uh, no, I, uh...

I left her with my friend Caroline.

10-4. Responding.

Where's the body?

It's buried in the old Triad tunnels.

It's chaos down there... no sense of direction.

Is it Terry?

No. No, it's uh... it's Walt.

[camera shutter clicking]

[indistinct conversations]

Woman: Do we have a current sighting on Alfie Rentman?

Man: Negative.

Copy that.

[Hildy sighs]

Hey.

You good?

[cellphone ringing]

Oh. It's the Chief.

Yes, sir?

Of course. Of course.

Yes, sir.

I understand, sir.

All right.

What did he say?

Uh... [clears throat] With Koto down, I'll be acting as Lieutenant, Senior Inspector.

Congrats, Boss. So now what?

Now we deal with this.

Uh, I'm gonna need you to hold some prelim interviews... everybody that was within range of Officer Martin.

All right.

I was in Tunnel 42 when I heard a single sh*t.

I ran towards the sound of g*nf*re.

By the time I got here, Walt...

Officer Martin was dead.

Thanks, man.

This was taken four minutes ago.

Mm-hmm.

Look at the time stamp.

Patrol lifted this off a surveillance cam right off of the Embarcadero.

He knows we're down here... the entire SFPD.

He had the perfect opportunity to escape, so why would he go back down into these tunnels?

Terry: 14 exits.

This is the full perimeter?

Zai: Yeah. Airtight.

And I'm counting manhole covers, flood gates, pedestrian gates, Triad smuggling routes, earthquake cracks.

We've got units on 12, but two we can't access from the street level.

We got to get TAC from down here.

Exit "A" is right here. It requires muscle.

On it. Let's roll.

Other one's right here... Exit "B."

You got to get a crazy crawler in that earthquake cr*ck, I suggest you use her.

She's the best damn tunnel rat we've got.

All right. Be safe.

Has anyone called Walt's family yet?

He has a wife, right?

[sighs] Cicily.

[sighs] I'll do it.

[click]

What's that smell?

It's hydrogen sulfide.

Take a deep enough breath, your eyes will bug out, your lungs will collapse, and you will sh*t yourself.

[grunting]

[door creaks]

Four-Henry Seven. Exit "A" clear.

This door hasn't been opened [men coughing] since World w*r II.

You guys are a bunch of pussies.

[coughing continues]

[breathing heavily]

Exit "B" clear.

If he came this way, he's dead.

Terry: Copy that. Perimeter is secure.

Slice and sweep.

[siren wailing]

[police radio chatter]

[man grunts]

We've got it, Lieutenant.

Well, do you mind if I help?

Of course not.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct conversations]

All right, I'll catch up.

Uh, go, uh, with Officer West.

Ugh. Son of a bitch.

Tell me.

I wish I had better news.

The kid's gone.

We covered every inch. Twice.

Either he slithered out...

Or he never was down there in the first place.

That's what I'm thinking.

All right.

[sighs]

Damn it.

[water dripping]

[music playing in distance]

Raffi: Does anybody hear music?

Copy that.

All right, meet me at the Triad switchbacks.

[music continues in distance]

Approaching rendezvous.

Raffi: Copy. Approaching.

♪ Am I beautiful ♪
♪ As I tear you to pieces? ♪
♪ Am I beautiful? ♪

After you.

So, where did you learn tunnels?

Gaza.

Oh.

I didn't know they had tunnels in Palestine.

Israel.

Mazel tov.

♪ You are beautiful ♪

[hollow thudding]

It's here.

The music's coming from the other side of this wall.

[hollow thudding]

We need to breach this wall.

You do you, Junior.

It wasn't a question.

♪ Oh ♪
♪ I am beautiful ♪
♪ Even at my ugliest, you always say ♪
♪ I'm beautiful ♪
♪ As I tear you to pieces ♪
♪ Am I beautiful ♪

Clear.

♪ Even at my ugliest, you always say ♪

Clear.

♪ I'm beautiful ♪

We found Rentman's tree house, uh, a bunker under, uh...

Who knows?

I do.

Of course you do.

Folsom and Third, a couple blocks away from 850.

♪ You are sick like me ♪

Hey, Lieutenant.

[police radio chatter]

Nobody comes back through here, got it?

Man: Got it.

"Life on my level is beautiful. But what's the point?"

Good g*dd*mn question.

And what's with the apples?

And the music?

It's a riddle.

He's inviting us to play.

Play? This kid is lethal.

He could be anywhere. Why are we standing here?

No, he's close. He's not running.

He's leaving bread crumbs. He's making moves.

Those moves don't make any sense.

Yeah, well, that's 'cause we don't know him... yet.

Molk, get C.S.I. down here, tell them to bag everything.

This kid wants to play. Well, we're gonna play.

902, regroup at 850.

We're gonna learn everything there is to know about this kid.

Everything!

[indistinct conversations]

Hell of a first day as Lieutenant.

Is this what you dreamed of when you first put on blue?

[elevator bell dings]

Dream? I just wanted a job.

I'm about to step out of this elevator into 100 people that are looking to me for answers.

I'm right behind you.

No, I don't want you behind me.

I need you by my side.

[chuckles]

[elevator bell dings]

Molk: Hey, Lieutenant.

We got a call from Dr. Rentman.

Said that Alfie may have stopped by the house.

That's impossible. We... we had that covered.

Well, we have the whole city covered, but this kid's slippery, and, uh, there's a chance, so I'm gonna stop by there.

Okay.

There's no way his son wouldn't have been spotted.

Just add that to the list of leads we have that don't make sense.

Inspectors, we had a copycat sh**ting in St. Louis.

Some 12-year-old sh*t out the windows of his school bus.

The driver tackled him before he could k*ll anyone.

Jesus.

You got an age on ours?

The sh**t? Which one?

The one in custody.

He's 17, 18.

Is it 17 or is it 18?

I don't know, Mario. There's a file somewhere.

Is it possible I could see it?

This second?

[clears throat]

The Mayor appointed me Interim District Attorney.

I just figured I should stay somewhat informed.

She'll get the file to you, Siletti.

Thank you.

You'll bring it up?

Mm-hmm.

Jesus.

Alfie Rentman's computer is a digital fortress.

He's using a 256-bit A.E.S. encryption and leveraging the hybrid cryptographic optimizer algorithms.

Kid's a homicidal Edward Snowden.

There's one back door I'm still working my way into.

We're trying a few different side-channel att*cks to find the decryption key.

It could be a gold mine. I'm on it.

You're always on it, Kami.

She finally noticed.

Check this out.

This is a screenshot from a muni security camera.

It was taken 12 hours ago, so I doubt it will help you locate him.

Look... his ear is jacked up. Yeah.

Ow. That's got to hurt.

Is that where you sh*t him?

I don't know, but take this to Burnside.

See how long somebody can last on the streets looking like that.

If he needs medical attention, that'll help us w*r-game his next steps.

Brass waiting for you, Lieutenant.

All right.

Go.

I'll do the rounds, keep us on the rails.

Well, just find the rails. Good work.

[police radio chatter]

[clears throat]

Hey, in your office.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Chief.

Uh, what can I do for you?

Make it official. I brought your reassignment papers.

Then you can get back to finding that lunatic kid.

Yes, sir.

[sighs]

"Lieutenant."

Any word on Koto?

I just came back from his hospital room.

Surgery was fine. He's stable, but on bed rest.

He's gonna be out for a couple of weeks.

Hmm. Timing's everything, huh?

I need to go see him.

English, when was the last time you slept or ate?

Uh, not sure on either count.

Make sure you do something about that.

Lieutenant.

[door opens]

[sighs]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[police radio chatter]

Hallelujah.

[groans]

[sighs]

[screaming]

Sleep.

[indistinct conversations]

Man, I'm telling you. [laughs]

Oh.

These chilaquiles right here are the stuff that dreams are made of.

[laughs]

So, either you eat it here and make a dream come true or take your ass to bed, Terry, and get you some shuteye, you hear me?

[chuckles] I'm way past dreams.

Mmm.

[laughs]

Damn.

Mm-hmm. Listen.

It's all right.

Listen, don't tell the vatos in the kitchen that I changed their mama's secret recipe.

[chuckles]

I put a little bit of the Island in Mexico.

[laughs]

[chuckles]

Check it out. Check it out.

Bam.

Uh-oh!

Mm-hmm.

I haven't seen this since I was a kid.

And you still ain't seen it.

Those locos find out, my huevos rancheros are gonna have a whole new meaning.

[both laugh]

Mmm.

You know, all criminals got one thing in common.

What's that?

Sooner or later, they all want to get caught.

[laughs]

Bam.

Right.

[laughs]

See you later.

Yeah, man.

How you holding up?

[sighs] By a thread.

You, Lieutenant?

Smoke and mirrors.

Yeah.

As long as there's a missing sh**t in the wind, I'm not going down, not even for a minute.

Just catch that second wave and ride it all the way.

[chuckles]

Mmm!

[laughs]

Mm-hmm.

Wow. I need this.

You satisfied?

Rarely.

[Icy Black's "Break the Walls Down" plays]

[rapping]
♪ We don't play no games ♪
♪ No games ♪
♪ No way ♪
♪ No way ♪
♪ Unh ♪
♪ All black on with a black mask ♪
♪ Black piece holding up a black ♪
♪ One sh*t, two sh*t, Kobe in the clutch ♪
♪ Are you mad? So what? ♪
♪ We break the walls down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ We, we, we, we break the walls down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ We break the walls down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ We, we, we, we, we break the walls down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ We break the walls down ♪
♪ Down ♪

[moans]

♪ We, we, we, we, we break the walls down ♪
♪ Down ♪

[thudding]

[siren wailing]

[breathing heavily]

Follow my lead.

Stay close.

[clears throat] Stay close.

Ow!

[gasps, breathing shallowly]

Hello?

Hello.

Oh, my God. You're bleeding. Are you okay?

Uh...

I think that I, uh, have a fever.

Come inside.

Can you do it? Come on.

Let's take care of that ear. Come on.

Oh, God.

We're gonna go up these stairs, okay?

Come on. That's it.

Just up those. Okay, careful.

Soup.

But shower first so we can clean that ear.

My son left some clothes behind.

He's about your size.

Hey, what are you doing?

We don't have time for that.

You can have soup after I clean your ear, but then you have to go.

Beautiful point.

Can we play?

I'm gonna be late for work.

[sighs] Just one game.

[exhales deeply]

[gulps]

How about that shower now?

Okay.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[zipper opens]

[sighs]

I see you.

Yeah, I do.

[Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries" plays]

[tuning]

[volume increases]

[music stops]

[pills rattle]

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

The sh**t in custody is Dustin Maker.

The other sh**t, Alfred Rentman, is at large and considered armed and extremely dangerous.

Rentman was last seen in the vicinity of...

Man: All branches of San Francisco law enforcement...

Woman: ...Green and Third.

Man: At large in today's sh**ting is Alfie Rentman, Caucasian male, 16 years old, and a student at Whitman High School.

You're him?

Neither of the gunmen have any prior offenses.

The students from Whitman High were on a bus for a field trip to Muir Woods National Monument as the students took fire on their classmates.

At this time, the number of deaths and injuries has not been determined.

The sh**t in custody is Dustin Maker, Caucasian, 18 years old,

also a student at Whitman High.

Where's the soup?

He is currently in stable condition.

Please don't hurt me.

Frank: I can't say he wasn't spotted.

But when I got here, this door was ajar.

Ah, the clutter in here kills me.

I'm a little OCD.

Okay, so wait. I don't understand.

This is your house, but you live on separate floors?

That's correct.

This is Mary's place. I live on the top floor.

Uh, Alfie lives between us.

So, he has his own apartment?

During the divorce, we thought it was the best move for him.

Alfie wouldn't do well going back and forth between two separate homes like a ping-pong ball.

Yeah, I didn't like that part, either...

All the packing and unpacking.

What kid would?

We thought we were doing right by our son, but now I'm, uh... Well, I'm not so sure.

This is what I found when I got here.

That's why I... that's why I called you.

Traffic already sucks.

So what if the bus sits there for a week?

Exactly.

A week? No way. Not good enough.

This city can't begin to heal until that bus is out of sight.

Hey, thanks for these.

Hey. Did you get some sleep?

Uh, yeah.

Hey, uh, this is grainy, so it's hard to be certain, but it's definitely swollen, possibly infected.

So, does that give us a ticking clock?

Maybe. It's got to hurt like hell.

He's gonna have to get it treated.

What's the "maybe"?

Vicodin, oxy, benzos, soma, you name it.

The kid's, I'm assuming, a walking pharmacy.

Uh, that's not true.

Lieutenant, he's got something you need to see.

Those are students. Those are Alfie's classmates.

We cross-referenced the list against the school Facebook page.

According to our tech lab, your son's a grade-A hacker.

He's gone to great lengths to wipe his digital footprint, so why would he suddenly show up and leave this on his mother's laptop?

And he's been on the run for 24 hours.

I mean, why wouldn't he grab some food or... or supplies or... or clothes?

Or even risk going back home?

That's the thing about the mentally ill... they don't always make sense.

But you understand him?

I know my son.

I can't predict what he'll do next, but I am his father and his doctor.

That's a k*ll list.

I suggest you inform the school.

What's up?

The building's empty.

Even the principal went home.

Did you find any of the kids on the list?

Well, we're working on it. It takes time.

This kid's playing games with us.

Or his father is.

All right. Go. Try to find them.

I don't want to take any risks.

Nice school, huh?

Yeah.

Oh. That's not good.

Parking lot. Students.

On it.

Oh, it looks like they're mourning.

Not for long. Look who just showed up.

Norman, it's Mary Rentman.

Oh, I'm so relieved to see your face.

Get the hell away from me!

Your son is a m*rder*r. He k*lled our friends.

He k*lled my brother.

Stand down, stand down.

I didn't...

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

I understand. Right here.

Come on. Come on.

All right, everyone, listen up.

Listen up.

We understand that you are upset, devastated.

We are, too.

But until we find Alfie Rentman, none of y'all are safe here.

Go home.

Be with your families. Stay in your houses.

Be with the people that you love and let us do our jobs.

All right, thank you.

Go on. Get home, y'all.

Get home safe.

[police radio chatter]

Your husband thought that Alfie was coming here to k*ll these kids.

Alfie? No, no, no, no.

I made this list myself last night.

Hold on. I'm sorry. You made this list?

I couldn't sleep. I had to do something.

So I-I couldn't think of anything to do other than to look for Alfie's friends, uh... for the students I'd met through him over the years.

I-I just want to help clean this mess up, but I'm starting to realize that I can't.

No one wants help from the mother of a... monster.

We need to find your son, Mrs. Rentman.

Help us understand him. Get inside his head.

You can't.

He's sick.

Checkers and soup?

He wouldn't eat until he won.

Terry: That's strange.

Well, whatever he was doing, it obviously made sense to him, right?

He was going on some internal logic.

At first, I thought he was odd but harmless, agreeable.

Whatever I said, he'd respond by saying "beautiful point."

He clearly has some mental-health issues.

He was showing signs of mild schizophrenia... talking to himself, hearing voices.

But I wasn't scared until I saw that g*n.

Which he didn't show you until you discovered who he was.

Yes.

But it wasn't a thr*at.

It was casual, like he assumed I already knew he had it or assumed that I just didn't care.

It was more of that internal logic.

[police radio chatter]

Okay, so, uh, including Susan Hall's, where else do we have confirmed sightings of Rentman?

We've got him on tape near Embarcadero, we've got the tunnels, the warehouse concert, and Chinatown.

See, these are all public places full of pedestrians, tourists, thousands of cameras.

All right, he's not on the run and he's not k*lling.

But he's doing something.

What and why?

Well, and why would he trust Susan Hall to feed him and play checkers and then come back across town?

Yeah, there's no pattern there.

[cellphone vibrates]

Hold on a sec.

Oh, Keefer's got something for us.

Keefer: Once I was in the back door and decrypted his hard drive, I found these.

They're video-game simulations, thousands of them.

Whew.

The game is called "Bay City b*ll*ts."

First-person sh**t, sort of in the "Vice City" vein, but this one looks just like San Francisco.

Basically, you run around town k*lling people.

Sometimes you duck into people's houses to get strength by asking them for help.

I think you get clarity every time you k*ll someone, and wisdom for every hooker you bang... classy.

What happened to games where you save the princess from the bad guy?

Hmm.

Turns out the princess is a ho.

Anyway, I mapped the simulations and look what I found.

That's the warehouse concert.

No way. Susan Hall said he wasn't connected to reality.

Maybe he was in a fugue state, disassociated.

What do you mean?

My uncle had it.

It's a hallmark of schizophrenia.

At some point, his concept of reality dissolves.

And is replaced by this game. This gives it all a logic.

He's following these simulations to a "T."

So, he's not playing the game... he's living it?

Where does it end?

These are the last 10 seconds.

It's a lighthouse.

Nothing happens.

Weird, right?

Yeah.

It's... phallic.

Yeah, not my cup of tea.

But I'm betting there's a hidden portal embedded digitally somewhere.

These games are full of secret doors and shortcuts.

It's sophisticated.

Mnh-mnh. It's just a lighthouse.

Let me see the letter.

"Life on my level is beautiful.

But what's the point?"

"Beautiful point."

Beautiful point... that's what Susan Hall said that he kept saying to her.

That's also the name of the lighthouse.

Point Bonita. Jesus.

We just leveled up.

[sirens wailing]

[tires screech]

Clear. Move.

All right. How long has he been in there?

About an hour or two.

The green doors are his only exit.

Yeah, unless sociopaths can fly.

All right, you stay here. Keep your scope on those doors.

You're my eyes.

Engage?

On my order.

Come on.

Navarro?

Got it. Move, move, move.

Move, move, move, move. Let's go.

It's too easy.

He's a sitting duck.

Movement behind the lens.

I've got nothing.

Eyes on the glass. Somebody could be in there.

I got him. He's in there. You see him?

Yeah.

On your order, Lieutenant.

All right, go. Go. Take the sh*t.

Green light.

God damn it!

Why did you pause?

He's a kid.

Get up.

Time to make you famous.

[breathing heavily]

[muffled crying]

Aah!

Movement! West door!

Hold your fire! Hostage!

I.D.?

Caucasian female, 15, 16.

Code 236. Hostage situation.

Any chance we brought a negotiator?

Woman: Negative. Five-Henry Nine, you're on your own.

[crying]

Sit down.

[door slams]

[beep]

[dialing]

[cellphone vibrating]

[click]

English.

Hello, Inspector.

I'm ready to surrender now.

But I would like to surrender to the lady.

What lady?

Your partner.

The blonde standing next to you.

I think her name is... is... is Hildy.

I like that name.

Please send her over here with the letter that she took from my bunker.

You have your blonde. Let the girl go.

Who, Barbie?

No.

No, I-I think... I think Hildy is my princess.

She has my letter.

She's the only one I will talk to. Those are the rules.

You're playing by my rules now.

Now you get to talk to me.

Beautiful point, but I've already played that ending.

It's, uh... anticlimactic.

Give me the...

You want the letter, we got to make a trade, okay?

[helicopter blades whirring]

Clever.

Meet me in the middle of the bridge.

[helicopter blades whirring]

[whimpering]

Hand it over.

Barbie first.

Don't you want to win? We're almost there.

I thought this was about you winning.

I just want to finish.

You're the only one who gets to win the game.

[gasps]

Okay.

[breathing heavily]

[cries]

The game only ends when the hero rescues the princess.

You got your princess. So let's call it a day.

Beautiful point.

I do have my princess.

I thought Barbie was my princess.

But I was wrong.

That's not who you are.

[whimpers]

Alfie, let her go. Let her go.

Ms. Hildy, you are the only one who can end the game.

You have to rescue the blond princess from the monster.

You're not a monster.

You just need help.

Let me help you.

I'm the bad guy, okay?!

I'm the bad guy.

That's the one thing that you haven't figured out.

Alfie, I need you to put down the g*n, okay?

Put down the g*n.

[crying] Help me!

Put it down.

Relax.

You're gonna win.

The game ends this way every time.

It doesn't have to, though.

Beautiful point.

[g*nsh*t]