Time of Death (2025)

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T!

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Brenda!

-Tad Dowling has been granted

a weekend of freedom.

- A furlough?

- Hedonistic politicians

and their kinder,

and gentler approach...

-Dowling! Grab your personals

and get changed.

You've been processed.

-I'm out now?

Who-- Why?

-Prison board granted you

a 48-hour hall pass.

Something about consistent

good behavior.

- I'll have him ready

for an 8 a.m. release.

-State gave this man wings

and I say he flies tonight.

-Leave it!

- He's always

watching you, hear?

Even on the outside.

Keep it to yourself.

-Dowling!

Let's move your a*s!

- Tad...

-Pray he returns

void of new sin.

- Dowling it's a 48-hour

furlough, not 49.

Don't make us come

looking for you.

- I won't.

Yard two,

checkpoint

Open the gate!

-Where's my ride?

-Driveway's a mess.

Gotta hoof it up the road.

Cab's waiting.

Let's go.

- Lights out.

- My kids...

-We're not gonna need

the weekend, Warden.

I know this isn't what

you want to hear,

but compliance has failed.

If the facility

had been maintained,

the state wouldn't be

shutting you down.

-With all the budget cuts

we've been dealing with

the last two years,

I can--

-With all due respect,

Warden,

you've had 22 health code

violations,

got 13 permit lapses--

-Alan...

Warden has a copy

of the report.

Between Dade and Marion,

all the inmates are covered.

The transport buses,

they're locked in for Sunday,

and I even found a few new jobs

for some of the staff in Hardee.

-Nice work, Alan.

-Thanks.

-Hey, doc.

What's the status in there?

-All the repeat offenders:

flu, infections,

all kinds of injuries.

-I'll go file these.

Meet you in front.

-How's he doing?

-Great.

I'm really impressed

with how you're helping him.

-It's all him.

He's doing it.

-Sure. That's three closures

this quarter.

Are you trying to set

some kind of record?

- I doubt

Guinness will take note.

-You make it look simple.

-Ah. You've done more than a few

of these yourself.

-It's not hard to properly

diagnose patients

when you give a sh*t.

The system's in for a big shock.

This A*DS thing's about

to explode.

- Do you remember

that job in Troy?

We drank and laughed

all night in that dive bar.

That terrible band.

And that older woman

who had an amazing voice.

- I gave her 50 bucks.

-I want to see more of you.

Not only when we're working

the same job.

No.

- First you

quit drinking.

Now you don't smoke?

-I'm trying to take

better care of myself.

You should try it.

I'm worried about you.

- Don't be.

-Frank...

I can help you if you let me.

-Please stop.

- You sleep with me

and then you

just push me away.

- Healing takes time.

Isn't that what you said?

- It's been two years,

you can't drink it away.

- I got an early morning.

BUREAU OF CORRECTIONS

- Merry, merry.

-Pat. Come on in.

I'm just finishing up

the White Oak file.

- Frank,

there's a party going on.

-Mm-hmm.

I can hear it.

-With all the pink slips,

I figured the team

could use a little Christmas

cheer.

-Who's gonna cheer up

everyone who just got fired?

-You are a regular

Santa Claus, Frank.

Fewer prisons

mean less work for all.

But not for you,

you are in high demand.

-What's that?

-Your white elephant gift.

-Seneca Ridge.

Place is old,

but I heard it's--

it's run like a Swiss watch.

What's the problem?

-An inmate escaped

under the new furlough program.

The b*stard just decided

not to come back.

Beau LaRue has proved himself

to be an excellent warden,

tough as nails.

But his

prison is aging,

isolated out there.

- Let me show you.

- First time

they've come up for review,

and now we've received

a string of complaints

from inmates

and even some of the staff.

We need you down there

for a quick assessment.

See if it's an isolated incident

or maybe there's

a bigger problem.

- You know what,

give it to Alan.

He's ready.

Kid's gotta get his feet

wet sooner than later.

- Okay.

Let's see if the kid can swim.

Daddy, look!

-Wanted to talk to you

about Seneca Ridge.

-Should be pretty

straightforward.

It's a good first

for you.

-Thank you, Frank.

I won't let you down.

-I know you won't.

-Now, you can call me

if you need anything, okay?

-Thanks again.

-Alan Murphy,

Bureau of Corrections.

-Captain Dale Aarons,

head of operations.

This is Lieutenant

Hector Ramos

assistant to the Warden.

Did you get settled

at the motel?

-Settled circa 1965.

-We had a lot of visitors

back in the heyday.

Place shut down in '79.

We took it over.

-Yeah, we don't use

it much anymore,

but it's a stone's throw away.

-Iron lock and keys?

You know state law

mandated the upgrade

to electromechanical.

What is this,

Robben Island?

-No, you won't find

Nelson Mandela here.

Warden updated

the lights and cameras.

Not much else,

it's the way he wants it.

Should we go in?

-Yeah.

- You've reached

Frank Morley

with the Bureau of Corrections.

Leave a message.

-Hey, Frank, it's Alan.

I'm working through

the Seneca Ridge protocols

I haven't gotten anywhere

on the missing inmate,

but I think he could be

connected to an execution

that happened here back in '78.

Call me back when you can.

f*ck it.

You've reached the Morleys.

Leave a message at the beep,

and we'll get right back to you.

-Frank, I'm sorry

to bug you at home.

I'm over my head.

That execution in '78,

we have to take a look

at a guy named Dustin Reeves.

Something bad happened here.

It seems like a lot of

bad things happened here,

and this is a mess,

and I need your...

Voicemail is full.

-Help.

- Go to sleep.

Hey, shut the f*ck up.

- I don't want to hear

'em anymore.

-I ain't playing, man.

Shut the f*ck up.

- Come on, man!

- Make it stop!

- Another night,

man?

Okay.

- Shut the f*ck up,

Meeks.

- Swear to god,

if gotta come up here...

Make it stop.

- That's it,

m*therf*cker.

I'm gonna beat

the sh*t out of you.

- That's it, Meeks!

- Please.

- What the f*ck?

-Please, stop.

- Meeks,

what the f*ck did you do?!

- Come on!

- Guards!

He's bleeding!

Somebody help!

I need a guard!

Help!

RIDGE MOTEL VACANCY

- ten

minutes out.

Transporting on

-I am so sorry about this,

Frank.

-He left me a pretty

frantic message.

-Wait until you see inside.

-Give me a minute?

-Sure.

-Give us the room, guys?

-Well, what is all this?

-Alan had a busy week.

-You sure you want

to pick this up?

The Bureau is down

for the holidays.

You'd be on your own.

-No. I do.

Has the family

been notified yet?

I'll do it.

Who the hell are you two?

You're standing in the middle

of my crime scene.

- We're from

the Bureau of Corrections.

He was one of ours.

-Oh.

This is a hell of a mess.

Looks like your fella

was really losing it in here,

huh?

None of this makes sense.

-We need to give their team

time to investigate this.

- I know how much Alan

meant to you,

but Frank, please be careful.

-I will.

- I'm so sorry.

Is there anything I can do?

-I don't know.

Alan wasn't conducting

a standard inspection.

I need to figure out why.

- The Bureau

will have his body sent here.

We'll do everything we can

to figure out what happened.

Do what you have to do,

then come home.

I'm here for you.

-Frank Morley,

Bureau of Corrections.

- Captain Dale

Aarons, head of operations.

This is Lieutenant

Hector Ramos,

assistant to the Warden.

-Feels like dj vu,

huh?

-Yeah.

-Helluva ride in there.

-Road's too soft to pave.

-Great place to put a prison.

-Yeah, standing strong

since the Civil w*r.

-I can see why

the other side won.

- Yeah, right.

- Prisoner 32098,

report to the station.

Nine-one-one.

-Warden and his son, Jacob.

- Mr. Morley.

Please don't get up.

My apologies for the wait.

Thank you, Officer Aarons.

And I am sincerely sorry

about your associate.

I've been praying for his soul.

Tell me do you think

it was an accident?

Or God forbid,

the isolation

got to the young man

and he took his own life?

-That's a bold assumption,

and a pretty g*dd*mn

baseless one.

-In my prison, sir,

you will not take

the Lord's name in vain.

I meant no disrespect.

I had just observed

the young man

acting very, very strangely.

But you're right.

Suicide is a terrible

assumption.

Every life is precious,

forgive me.

I've instructed my staff

to attend to your every need.

I want to find

our missing inmates

and have you complete

your process

as quickly and as

painlessly as possible.

-Good.

You are, uh,

quite isolated out here.

- Yes.

The Alcatraz of the Appalachia.

Replace the sharks with rattlers

and their cold bay

with our dense forests.

-Makes for an ambitious escape.

-Mm. That's the idea.

-Evil takes on many forms,

don't you think?

Those were painted

by a poor soul ex*cuted here.

Talented young man.

Do you travel much?

I have a nomad for a son.

Always writing to me

where he's been,

where he's gone.

Says I should join him.

-Hm.

Maybe it's time to retire.

-Seneca's been in my family's

care for generations.

It was my father's sole purpose

and his father's before him.

Until this week,

I thought it would be mine

to pass down.

Please...

take that into consideration

before you tear it apart.

I'm just trying to hold on

to something I love.

You know what that's like.

Don't you, Mr. Morley?

- Yes.

I do, Warden.

-Respect my prison and my team

and we will respect you

and your process.

-I can do that.

Thank you, Warden.

-Mm-hmm.

Officer Aarons

will show you around.

-Thank you.

-Mm.

- It's a shame

about Alan.

Took a deep dive into our file.

Had some work ethic.

-Yeah.

He wanted to prove himself.

-Yeah, most young men do.

-Where'd you put in your time?

-Farmington.

Almost retired there until...

Beau or Warden LaRue,

asked if I had a few more

miles left in me.

I knew Seneca's reputation,

so I said yes.

Look, he's a strict man.

He's a fair man.

I didn't want to let him down.

-Hm.

Seems old man got something

to prove as well, huh?

-I suppose you're right,

Mr. Morley.

Call me Frank.

- After we lost

A-Block to the fire of '74,

B-Block became

Seneca's main housing unit.

-Most of the general population

lives in these three tiers.

-Betas record 24/7.

-Why are some of these

monitors not working?

During our security updates,

certain cameras were redeployed

or turned off.

We have an infirmary,

OR, and a morgue.

We can manage almost

any crisis on site,

even if we're cut off

from the outside world.

This is C-Block,

our shuttered psych ward.

You can blame Reagan for that.

We use it as solitary now.

- Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make -- it -- stop.

Make it stop.

- Jesus Christ!

-The Warden despises blasphemy.

-Keep away from the door.

- Can you hear it?

-Meeks, now stop it.

-I hear it.

It's a warning.

-A warning for what?

-Don't encourage him.

-Retribution.

It's inevitable.

- How long has he been

in solitary?

- Not long.

But for the past few weeks,

he's checked in and out

quite a bit.

-This place is in

pretty rough shape.

- Well, there's always

repairs going on.

This facility is over

100 years old.

-Looks like blood, doesn't it?

-It's algae growing

in the pipes.

Why do I smell oil?

- Hmm.

The whole place

is heated with oil.

The EPA folks made us

move these in here

to keep up to code.

To keep up to code?

- Yeah.

-What's all that?

- Our old

electrocution chamber.

-Above all this?

-It's just our records room now.

This is D-Block.

Our death row.

We've only got one inmate left.

End of the line,

our execution chamber.

-How long has it been shut down?

-Almost a decade.

All the old inmate records are

in these filing cabinets.

And...

there's your master set of keys.

Get around on your own.

-I appreciate you,

Officer Aarons.

Thank you very much.

And, uh, I'm sure you want to be

heading home,

so let's call it a day.

-Please, call me Dale.

And that clock

you're looking at?

It's only right twice a day.

-Frank...

if you close this place down,

it's time for me to retire.

So just say the word

and I'm gone.

-Ah, we're not there yet.

-You'll find the sheets

sandpaper soft.

But it's nice and quiet.

I'm sorry you have to spend

Christmas here

away from your loved ones.

What did you find, Alan?

What did you find?

- Thank you, Frank.

I won't let you down.

-Nineteen graves

hold the lost souls of Seneca.

Some taken before their time.

-Quite an ending.

Boxed up in pine buried

by the place that k*lled you.

-Not pine.

The water's too close

to the surface.

These men were buried

in concrete.

-Why's this one unmarked?

- Warden stopped

engravings in '78.

Last man ex*cuted at Seneca:

Dustin Reeves.

- Reeves.

Reeves.

- Listen...

- May the Lord

in His love

and mercy give you...

...with the grace

of the Holy Spirit,

may the Lord

who frees you from sin,

save you and raise you up.

Amen.

Got a light?

These matches are for sh*t.

Wish I had my Zippo.

That thing worked anywhere.

-Things'll k*ll you, you know.

-Better than 2,400 volts

right, Frank?

-You know why I'm here?

-Word travels fast

through these cold cement walls.

Thick iron bars.

-Poetic.

-Come on, now.

Come to shut this place down.

You're the executioner.

- Every cell

in this block is gutted.

This one looks like

a time capsule.

Why's that?

- Devil of Seneca Ridge.

Even the Wardens

are afraid to go in there.

-You're on death row, buddy.

Devils are a dime a dozen.

- Last guy

was clever too.

-Alan.

You met him?

-Only saw that look in his eyes.

He was putting all

the pieces together.

Daddy. Help me.

- Please.

- Hello?

-Frank?

-Allie.

- Are you okay?

-Yeah. What time is it?

- Late.

Are you all right?

-Yeah. Um...

What was that?

-My doctor prescribed Valium,

and I'm taking Klonopin as well,

and I just wanna know

if it can cause hallucinations.

- That's a bad

combination,

especially if you're still

drinking.

Listen.

I didn't wanna bring this up

with everything going on,

but there's something

I need to tell you.

I--

Frank?

- Officers are on the scene.

-Nobody thought to look here?

-This is LaRue's oversight.

This is prison property.

It's their responsibility.

They handle the autopsy,

everything.

-This could be a homicide.

-A homicide? Really?

-Two bodies found

a few hundred feet apart?

Mysterious causes of death?

-I think you're reaching,

Mr. Morley.

-What about the motel case?

-What about it?

I did my job, now you do yours.

- What happened

last night?

- The power went out.

When I went to check the breaker

I found the missing inmate.

Tad Dowling.

He was behind the motel.

- Seems pretty

coincidental.

-The sheriff closed Alan's case.

- Without

the autopsy results?

-Yeah.

- That's not procedure.

-Listen I want a fresh set

of eyes on this.

Can I send you his file?

- I can't do much

with doctor scribbles

and faxed photos.

I should be there.

- Calm down.

- Frank?

-I don't think so, Allie.

I'm telling you,

something's not right here.

- I know you don't think

you need my help,

but I want to talk.

In person.

I'm on my way.

Let me show you.

-With this holy anointing,

may the Lord

in His love and mercy

give you the grace

of the Holy Spirit.

May the Lord who frees you

from sin save you.

- No more prayers

for me, preacher.

-And raise you up.

Amen.

- May the Lord

in His love and mercy

help you

with the grace

of the Holy Spirit.

May the Lord

who frees you from sin

save you and raise you up.

May the Lord

who frees you from sin

save you and raise you up.

May the Lord

who frees you from sin

save you and raise you up.

May the Lord

who frees you from sin

save you and raise you up.

- Where did you

hear that?

-You're with the Bureau

of Corrections?

That means

you could still stop it.

-Stop what?

-My medical transfer.

- Tad left

and now he's dead.

He saw it coming.

I need to stay here.

-Stay?

Hey listen,

I shut Seneca down.

No one's staying behind, okay?

-We can't leave.

I don't want to hear it anymore.

-Oh, sh*t.

-We all die here.

-He said something

about a medical transfer.

Asked if I could stop it.

-Your eyes are opening now,

Frank.

Seneca's finally got

his hooks on you.

He'll be coming for me soon,

Frank.

-Who?

-I don't want to spoil

the surprise.

-Is this all in your head?

- b*stard!

You think I'm crazy?

-Take it easy, Meeks.

Calm down. Easy.

-When he kills me,

it's on your hands.

-Who authorized the transfer?

- I did.

We just don't have

the facilities here

to meet his needs.

He'll do much better

in a sanitarium.

-No more transfers

without my approval.

-Of course we do things

by the book here.

- Mm.

You know Meeks believes

that leaving

is what got Tad k*lled.

-Hmm, funny.

Most inmates are dying to leave.

He's dying to stay.

-Tad. Meeks.

Model prisoners.

Worked together in the infirmary

-Sorry for the interruption,

Frank.

-All right.

-You getting anywhere

with this stuff?

- Tad and Meeks.

Did you ever see them together?

Were they friends?

-Well, I don't think so.

If anything,

they avoided each other.

- Let's step out of here

for a minute.

Where'd the Warden's grow up?

- Jacob. Right here.

His is a very sad story.

Working here one summer

as a guard

and an inmate fight breaks out.

He gets caught up in the scuffle

and gets his throat

cut real bad.

He lived, but...

never spoke again.

-You excited to see PopPop?

-Yeah.

-You know maybe Santa

will bring you some new recruits

for your army there.

-I hope so.

-All right.

Let's finish up, honey.

We got a long drive tonight.

-Merry Christmas.

-Thank you.

-I know who that is.

-Come on.

-It's Allie.

-I told you that's over.

- Then why does

she keep paging you?

-Because we work together.

-I'm not stupid, Frank.

-Brenda...

- Last man ex*cuted

at Seneca.

Dustin Reeves.

- Dr. Brinlin,

session number 18

with inmate number 458930,

Dustin Reeves.

Do you have any response

to the state's offer?

- I told you

I don't remember which ditch

I dumped the b*tch's body in.

- Finding her body

is important to the family,

for closure, you see?

- Closure comes

when the devil dies.

- So you're the devil?

Hence the ransom amount

of $666,000.

- It's symmetry,

as*h*le.

- How can anyone

trust you?

You play games

and lie countless times.

- So don't.

I'll simply tear out my tongue

and never speak to you again.

Oooh.

The irony there

would just gut the Warden.

-I can help you avoid the chair.

-And rot in here?

No thanks.

-Be realistic.

Nobody's ever letting you

out of here.

So what do you want?

-To die on June 6th.

-Move up your date

to 6/6 at 6 p.m.

-Uh, huh, huh, huh, huh,

Six p.m.

Oh, I like that.

Yeah.

You do that,

I'll tell you where the body is.

-I'll present that request

to the AG.

-Oh, I'm sure

the Warden won't mind.

That sick puppy

can't wait to watch me fry.

I'm sure he'll watch it

over and over again.

He'll probably jerk off to it.

-We're all done here,

Officer Bly.

-Get up, convict.

-Get your f*cking hands off me.

-Make it happen.

Or the mayor's little girl

and all that money,

rot with me, hm?

You know where to find me, doc.

I'll be wasting away on the row.

So make the deal.

- You could've told me

this was Dustin's cell.

-Well wasn't it more fun

to find out?

-The guards jammed it shut.

It kept opening up at night.

They blamed that on

the rattling pipes,

but we all know better,

right?

-The devil of Seneca Ridge?

I remember.

- Power spikes,

probably 480 volts

if I had to guess.

Rotted copper wiring.

Showers right above us.

-How do you know so much?

-I was an electrician

in a past life.

- report to mess hall.

- Two

three two zero nine zero one

- Jesus Christ!

- Frank?

-Yeah?

- What happened?

You all right?

- Uh, yeah.

I just...

Was there a guard

k*lled in here?

-Officer Bly.

Son of a b*tch

had a long list of enemies.

Inmates and guards.

-Right. Who did it?

-Well, I heard rumors for years

that Jacob did.

-LaRue?

Do you believe it?

-I do not,

but he did have motive.

Bly failed to protect him

during the riot.

-Huh.

No investigation?

- No. Warden's

the judge n' jury round here.

- So, Bly died.

What happens to Jacob?

- Well, the day after,

Jacob doesn't show up for work.

He never show up again.

AFFIDAVIT OF PROBABLE CAUSE

"The officer was m*rder*d

"in the B-Block showers

this evening,

"during an altercation with

an armed unknown individual.

June 6, '78."

That's the same day

Dustin was ex*cuted.

- Just pull

the f*cking switch.

- Cover him up.

The family shouldn't have

to see this b*stard's face.

Muzzle him if you have to.

-May God have mercy

on your soul.

- Get in position,

Jacob.

- Wish I had my Zippo,

that thing worked anywhere.

Where'd you find that?

-Where you lost it.

You're an electrician, huh?

What were you doing

in that fuse closet?

Thought you said

the guards jammed it shut.

- Thought you

had it all figured out.

- What am I missing,

Clark?

No. Damn it!

Hey!

Best make yourself cozy.

Nobody's back till morning.

-Damn it!

Hey!

Hey!

- Guess we all have

nightmares in here.

- copy you're checking in.

messages.

Have a good night.

- Meeks should be

leaving about now.

- He said a transfer

would k*ll him.

From what I've seen

since I got here,

I'm surprised

he's not dead already.

-Look what happened to Tad.

It was his fate.

-You believe that?

- Stay awhile.

- Place might change your mind.

- Here!

- Damn, Frank.

Sorry we didn't see

that you were down here sooner.

-I gotta move.

-You take good care

of him now, hear?

-Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey. Cancel the transfer.

-Sorry, who are you?

-I'm with the Bureau

of Corrections.

I wanna cancel his transfer.

Bring him back inside now.

-You--

-Now.

What the hell?

-He's coding.

Oh my god! Oh my god!

-What happened out there?

- Couldn't explain it

if I tried.

- Well, hello there.

I'm Warden LaRue.

Welcome. Let's get you

signed in, shall we?

- Thank you.

- I just wish

I knew such loveliness

was joining us today.

-You shouldn't have come.

-I can see why

you're so distraught.

You're working in a room

full of death.

Maybe this is all too much.

Why don't we just focus on Alan

and you can table the eval.

We can revisit

that in January.

-No, it's all connected.

I'm pretty sure that this place

needs to be shut down,

but I can't complete

the closure

until I find out what

happened here.

Alan's notes

were all over the place,

but he was on to something.

It's good to see you.

-It's good to see you.

-I'm glad you're here.

Could use your help.

-Okay. Take me to the morgue.

-This is Meeks.

He died an hour ago.

EMT said it was a heart attack

but I was there.

It's not what it looked

like to me.

-Yeah, that's what it says,

but I'll need to run

a tox report.

-Okay. And this one,

missing inmate Tad Dowling.

I found him face down

in the woods behind the motel.

-Policy would be

to put him in a cab, right?

-Yeah. But if you look

at the back of his head,

it clearly looks like

he was hit with something.

- Give me a few hours

with the bodies

and I'll see what I can find.

- Cross State?

-Hi. Do you provide service

for Seneca Ridge Penitentiary?

- Nah.

We don't go out there.

- Ally Taxi?

-Hi. Do you provide service

for Seneca Ridge?

- We don't send

fares out that far.

- Sunshine Cab .

-Do you guys provide service

for Seneca Ridge?

- We do.

We provide all the cabs

for Seneca inmates and staff.

-Can you tell me

if you had one out there

on December 10th

around 10 p.m.?

Who is this again?

-I'm conducting an audit

for the Bureau of Corrections.

- December 10th?

No, nothing for Seneca.

Anything else

I can help you with?

SENECA RIDGE

- May the Lord watch over

your coming and going,

both now and forevermore.

-Ever think maybe God

left this place?

-As it says

in the Book of John,

"If I go make a place for you,

I will come back

to take you to be with me."

I believe Meeks is with God now.

I pray for him.

-Hm.

What about Dowling?

God cancel his cab?

-I'm sorry?

-Sunshine Cabs.

They keep records.

No mystery there.

-This is starting to feel

a bit like an accusation.

- Yeah,

maybe it should be.

Please.

My heart breaks

for another life lost.

If you want to pray with me

you are welcome.

-I wouldn't even know

where to start.

DEVIL GETS DYING WISH:

BURNS 6/6@6

-You need to do this now.

-Shouldn't we wait

for the call?

-Just do it.

-I won't.

-I don't understand--

Just do this.

-out of the way.

- He needs to focus

on the task at hand.

He's digging into

all our old records.

I'm not sure why.

I need you to rein him in.

Well, call the governor

and have--

Mr. Morley.

Where are your manners?

You'll knock before

entering my office.

What can I do for you?

-Tape of Dustin Reeves'

execution.

-Dustin Reeves,

what does he have?

-I don't know but I know

something went wrong,

and I know it was recorded.

-Oh, no, we did not record

our executions.

That would be

ill*gal and immoral.

-There was a camera

in that chamber.

Now, you may have removed it,

but it wasn't before

Dustin's execution.

-Sounds like my inmates have

been feeding you a pack of lies.

It's their rehabilitation

that matters most to me.

Always has.

Psalm 82:3 through 4.

"Defend the weak

and the fatherless.

Uphold the cause of the poor

and the oppressed."

- Yeah, right.

Here's my verse, Reverend.

Bureau of Corrections,

code chapter 33208,

facility inspections.

"Compliance officers

shall have the right..."

- Now, but...

- "To conduct unannounced,

"unfettered inspections

into all areas

of a correctional facility,

including restricted areas."

-Sir, you're gonna need

a warrant for that--

-No, I don't.

Inmate housing,

medical facilities...

Security and control rooms.

-This is unacceptable, sir.

-Administrative offices,

including yours Warden LaRue.

Just a second now.

"Right to examine and copy

any records or documents

related or unrelated to the

operation of this facility."

-Sir. Sir, please.

- Looks like

a Blockbuster Video in here.

-You put those back

where you found them, now.

You do not want

to open a door you cannot close.

- Just pull

the f*cking switch.

- Cover him up.

The family's--

- May God have mercy

on your soul.

- Get in position,

Jacob.

- May the Lord

who frees you from sin

save you and raise you up.

- No more prayers

for me, preacher.

Come on.

Six-six at 6 p.m.

- I don't understand

what we're waiting for,

just do this,

get out of the way.

-He was ex*cuted twice.

So you short out the fuse box,

which delays the execution,

and then 30 minutes later,

Dustin dies anyway.

I don't get it.

-How do you know all of that?

-I saw the tape.

I watched it.

It took two tries,

which is awful,

but he died in that chair,

and I saw it.

-What did you really see

in there, Frank?

- What do you mean?

-Thirty minutes is a long time.

I went through your file.

Back in '77,

you were still in gen pop.

You worked in the medical wing.

You would've taken Dustin

to the infirmary

until the outage was fixed.

You, Tad and Meeks

you all worked there.

What'd you guys do?

-Come on, Frank.

-I've heard of some ballsy

escape attempts.

Nobody's crazy enough to sit

in that chair as part of one.

- Unless they didn't have

a choice.

I've kept it a secret

long enough.

You know, last night

was the best sleep

I've had in almost a decade.

- Why's that?

-You saw Meeks...

Tad.

Even out there...

They didn't have a chance.

And I ain't going out like that.

- No, you're not.

-Clark!

Hey! Clark,

what'd you do?

Clark!

Clark, who was in the chair?

sh*t. Dale!

- I've never seen

anything like this before.

-He actually seemed

kind of peaceful.

-And where did he get the shiv?

- I don't know.

It's a great question.

-Oh. Okay.

-I wish I could've helped him.

-You did what you could.

-This incident is another

example of your negligence.

In lieu of a full

and thorough investigation,

I suggest we re-evaluate

this shutdown.

- Are you kidding me?

After everything I've seen

these past few days,

I have more than enough

to shut you down.

You will pack your bags,

call that nomad son of yours,

and have him come pick you up.

-You could disrespect me,

but don't you dare

mention my son.

-The transfer buses

will be here at 9 a.m.,

and you will be on one,

or you can find

your own way home.

Be careful, Dale.

-We should leave here tonight.

- And give the Warden

time to cover his tracks?

No, he's hiding something.

- Frank, come on.

-I need to finish this for Alan.

He tried calling me to tell me

what was going on here,

and I ignored him.

-He made his own choice

to do this job.

And you have a choice to leave.

We can go home.

I don't have a home.

I spend all my time

in these g*dd*mn places.

-Frank...

We have a chance to start over.

-I just don't see how...

When I look at you,

all I see is them.

SENECA

Hey.

-Merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas.

-Buses got here, nine sharp.

-Is that everybody?

-Uh, except for the Warden

and Hector.

-You good here?

-Oh, yeah.

- They are enroute.

- I ain't going out

like that.

- The Warden

opened up his present?

'Cause I'd have loved

to have seen that.

-What are you still doing here?

We're going on a lockdown.

I gave you

a 30-minute head start,

and you wasted it.

-Is that the way out?

-Yes, you ignorant f*ck.

Now look, climb down the pipes.

The old sewers' tunnel

runs 300 feet

outside of the prison walls.

If you don't make it out,

I don't get paid.

-Oh, yeah, about that.

See, uh, I decided

to renegotiate your cut.

Look at me.

Look at me. Huh?

Look at me.

Yeah, look at me. Huh?

Huh? Shh.

Yeah, that's right.

Ignorant f*ck!

sh*t!

- Frank.

What is all this?

-That's how Dustin escaped.

-Dustin?

-He wasn't ex*cuted,

but somebody else was.

Come on.

- Where are we going?

- To dig up the truth.

-You really shouldn't be

doing this, Frank.

This feels really wrong,

Frank.

Dr. Allison Burrell

medical log December 25, 1987.

I'm examining three

Seneca Ridge inmates

who died in the same week

under unusual circumstances.

Peter Miele,

ear canal shows scarring

from repeated damage.

Toxicology reports confirm

strychnine present

in his system.

Subject didn't die

of a heart attack.

He was poisoned.

Tad Dowling.

The cause of death appears

to be blunt force trauma

to the cranium

and a broken neck.

Additionally, the patient's eyes

were consumed by insects.

Clark Roberts cut his own throat

and bled out.

Nothing in his medical record

pointed to him being suicidal.

All three patient deaths

appear related,

but without further

investigation,

these results are inconclusive.

- Ah. Now that was

a f*cking rush.

You got me.

I surrender.

- Careful,

You could get hurt.

-sh*t. Look at my face.

I'm burned.

Oh, I'm fried up.

-Now you got enough money

to fix that.

-Firing up that chair

wasn't part of the plan.

You almost got me

f*cking k*lled!

-Blame your buddy Clark, not me.

My job is to get you

out of here.

Yours is to get me

my f*cking money.

Now get your a*s

and head to the showers

before the tunnels flood.

Move it.

-I just took 2,400 volts.

Let's see how fast

you can

after something like that.

-Yo, hush up.

Doc's comming.

-sh*t!

-Don't you go trying to scream.

-sh*t.

This barely covers his scar.

-Lucky this fits.

By the time the Warden

figures it out.

It'll be too late

for this mute f*ck.

-Hey, tuck in that cross.

-Say goodbye

to your daddy for me.

Oh, wait.

Hey, Bly.

-Mm.

-He can't.

- It's Jacob LaRue.

The Warden's son.

It all happened here.

It's all real.

Bly. Officer Bly orchestrates

Dustin's escape.

Tad, Meeks, and Clark?

They ran on him from the get-go.

Clark rigs a power outage,

and in all the chaos,

they swap Dustin for Jacob.

The Warden misses his signs.

He rushes the second go,

and he executes his own son.

Dustin got away.

The Warden buried Jacob

in Dustin's grave,

and he buries the truth.

He ex*cuted his own son,

and he's been covering up

ever since.

- Okay. Prison's secure.

Let's get moving.

-Have you seen him?

-Seen who?

-Jacob.

He's finally come home.

- We don't have time

for this.

Why would he come back?

He hated you.

-You shut your g*dd*mn mouth.

- We need to leave.

Now.

-I ain't going anywhere.

-I'm missing something.

I don't understand.

Why not just turn him in?

I'm f*cking missing.

What is it?

-Frank,

this prison is closed.

-Doesn't make any sense--

-Everyone is gone.

This can wait.

We've got to go now.

-And I can see him dying

over and over

and over again in my head.

I see it.

- Frank!

-What?!

-Enough!

Just take a breath.

We've got to get out of here.

We can call in the sheriff

to handle this.

- Allie.

-You're scaring me.

- For God so loved

the world,

He gave it His one

and only Son,

that whoever believes in Him

will not perish

but have eternal life.

- Warden,

we heard a shot.

-Where is Jacob?

- Jacob?

What are you talking about?

Your son's dead.

-Your son's dead.

Mine is alive,

travels the world.

-His rotted corpse

is in your OR right now.

I've seen your handwriting

on dozens of files.

You wrote these.

-It's yours, Beau.

-I saw you k*ll him.

On tape,

recorded and saved,

just like you wanted.

Alan figured it out,

didn't he?

He figured it out,

so you took him out.

I know the truth, Warden.

All of it,

starting with Tad.

You never called him a cab.

The night he was released,

you cut him loose in the woods,

and you k*lled him.

-You couldn't let him

leave here alive.

Your little secret

might get out.

-I want to give you

a little something

to keep you calm.

- With Tad gone,

Meeks and Clark were

the only ones left to blame.

When you saw Seneca

could be shut down,

you got rid of them too.

NEVER TELL

You'd been making these guys'

lives a living hell

for almost a decade.

You could have brought

him to justice,

but now your prisoners are gone.

Your staff's gone.

You have nothing.

And when they come for you,

what then?

Beau!

Please don't.

We can help you.

-You can't help him.

I've been looking

after him for years.

He can't bear the weight

of what he did.

He can never know

what he did.

-Who?

-I think it's his mind trying

to protect him from the truth.

You don't have to do this.

I know you didn't

intentionally k*ll your son.

No one will ever know

what happened here.

-Warden...

I know the pain

of losing a son.

I know the pain

of causing his death.

There's nothing we can do

to bring him back, Beau.

We just gotta live

with what we've done.

No.

No.

No.

Enough!

My poor Jacob.

My only son.

- If I can get

to the infirmary,

I might be able

to stop the bleeding.

-I told you I'd retire here,

Frank.

I tried to watch over you.

DANGER

The Warden's turned on

the mains.

I know where he's headed.

I'll stay with him.

Hey, hey!

Warden.

What are you doing?

- It's all right.

There's nothing more

you have to do.

Except take care of that child.

-How did you know?

-I've had three of my own.

-No, no, no, no. Don't.

No, Warden don't.

You don't have to do this.

You're not gonna bring

your son back.

Come on, get up.

Hey. Warden! Warden!

Don't! Don't, don't, don't!

No! Stop!

No!

- Timmy! Come on!

-Hey, get him out of there.

-Timmy!

The car's gonna explode.

-My son's alive!

No! No!

- Daddy!

Let go!

No!

Timmy... no.

-Frank?

Oh my god.

Frank?

-Allie!

Hang on!

Frank!

You okay?

-No.

-Come on.

All right. I'm so sorry.

- No, no, no.

Frank!

- I can't move--

-What can I do?

- Oh, my God.

I'm gonna get you

out of there!

- You need to go.

- Get up!

- Allie...

- No.

-I'm sorry.

- Frank!

Dispatch.

- Go ahead, 3620.

- I need all available

fire and EMT out

to Seneca Ridge.

The place is burning.

They cleared out today,

but still a few possible

fatalities inside.

- Copy.

-Yeah, looks like

there's only one survivor

I'm getting her in the hospital.

You're safe now.

Okay?

- I gotcha.