Okay, and you're sure it says "Princeton"?
It says "Office of Admissions."
You want me to open it?
Well, is it a big envelope or a small envelope?
It's a big envelope.
Katie, you there?
Oh, I'm getting pulled over.
Why? What did you do?
I don't know. Hold on, Dad.
I'm gonna put the phone down for a second.
U. S. Marshals.
License and registration.
Uh, I'm sorry. Was I speeding?
Yeah. Speed limit's 35.
You were doing 58.
That's Reckless Driving... Katie.
I'm sorry, sir.
I didn't realize I was going that fast.
Just last week I was called to an accident scene.
Guy flew straight through the windshield.
I wouldn't want to a pretty face like yours get smashed up.
Name's Bob. Bob McGraw.
Where you do you go to church, Katie?
Excuse me?
Hey, can I get through, please?
Stay in your vehicle, please.
Hey, Daddy, you still there?
I'm here. Are you okay?
Uh, I don't know. This guy's kind of weird.
You got to block the whole road?
Do you always talk to law enforcement like that?
U.S. Marshals. Step out of the vehicle.
Why?
Because I said so.
I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?
Yes, you did.
Hands on the hood. No, no, no, no.
I'm an attorney. I know my rights.
Since when did U.S. Marshals start conducting traffic stops?
I said put your hands on the hood!
Oh, my God, they're fighting!
The marshal and the other guy, they're fighting!
Run! Run! Run!
Katie? Katie, what was that?
This is your fault!
Stop! Stop running from me!
I am a U.S. Marshal! Please! Please!
Stop! Do not run!
Annie Frost.
I'll be there.
Did you ever hear of sharing?
Daisy Ogbaa.
Yeah, I'll be right there.
Yeah, copy that.
I'll be right out.
Hey.
You have an extra toothbrush?
Morning.
Good morning.
What's up?
Yo, so you hear
we have a Congressman visiting?
No. Annie just called to say we had a State Murder warrant.
Yeah, she's doing a workup
on it right now. Oh. Well...
Who's the Congressman?
Nevins.
Congressman Nevins.
This Congressman better not be the real reason
we got called in early.
Probably just wants his picture taken.
Seem "tough on crime."
There he is.
Luke!
You know him?
I, um... Luke Watson!
Excuse me.
Hey, kid. How's the hero who captured the Bayou Bomber doing?
Congressman, so what brings you to Houston?
Well, my subcommittee's, they're laying out a bunch of money
for this big green initiative.
We're gonna retrofit all the marshals' offices.
So you came all the way to Houston for that?
Well, unofficially, I'm here to find out
for myself just why you'd rather work here than on my staff.
Sir, this isn't the place... That's okay.
Listen, I'm in town five days. Call my office.
They'll find me.
I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to get back to you.
No problem. Thank you, sir.
Guys, we've got a marshal impersonator.
Guy just killed two people outside of Waco.
Robert McGraw, 28.
Waco PD lifted his prints from some handcuffs
that they found near the victim, his first.
Hank Dillon, 42, he's a criminal defense attorney.
So, McGraw's trying to arrest people?
I thought impersonator types
tried to impress people.
Show off their badge, act cool.
To impress his second victim,
Katie Calvin, 17.
She's pretty.
Probably why McGraw pulled her over.
The guy's only five-five.
Could be suffering from a Napoleon complex.
Well, a badge helps.
Whatever McGraw's motives were,
guys, he used our badge to murder two people.
This bastard have a record?
He was a police cadet
up in Springfield, Nevada.
He got kicked out before he graduated the academy.
And, Luke, I want you to find out why.
See if he's got any friends up there we should be talking to.
I'm all over it.
Marshals, FBI, ATF and dozens of PDs.
Nobody'd touch him.
So where did he end up working?
Security guard jobs for two years,
but since then no income tax returns.
You got a work address on him?
No, but his mom has a townhouse up in Waco.
I figured we'd stop by there first,
see what she can give us.
Katie Calvin's father's here.
Mr. Calvin was on the phone with his daughter when, um,
McGraw pulled her over.
He heard the shots that killed her.
I thought he was a real marshal.
You heard McGraw speak?
He lectured Katie about speeding.
Said he was called to an accident last month
where some guy was thrown through his windshield.
McGraw said he was called to an accident?
You sure? Might have been a line.
It seemed like
he was trying to... impress her.
But why?
I don't know...
Katie never got to open her envelope from Princeton.
She was accepted.
I'm sorry.
When you catch this guy...
you string him up.
Excuse me.
Waco PD just saw McGraw's Explorer
pull into his mom's garage.
All right, you tell the locals
to watch and wait; The son of a bitch is ours.
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McGraw may be disguised Aas law enforcement. AL.
Just 'cause he wearing a badge doesn't mean he won't shoot one.
Watch yourselves.
No, no, no, Luke, take the AR-15.
Townhomes have thin walls. We get in a firefight,
that nine-millimeter round will go right through it
like paper, all right?
You wouldn't want to hit a bystander.
What would your friend the Congressman say?
I barely even know the guy.
Seemed to know you. Yeah. I know what it looks like when somebody knows somebody.
He knew your name and what you look like.
And he definitely... Look, I met him once in D.C., okay?
He was being friendly.
It's not that big of a deal.
Guys, get your head in the game.
Let's go.
U.S. Marshals! U.S. Marshals!
Living room's clear!
I got the mom!
Okay, all right.
Truck's clear.
Looks just like one of ours.
Lights, radio.
Weapons locker, too.
Who in the hell is this guy?
McGraw does his homework.
I have most of these books at home.
He made fake business cards.
Good afternoon. Task Force.
Yeah, Bob McGraw, please.
Deputy McGraw's out of the office right now.
Is this an answering service?
Yes, it is. Can I take a message?
No message.
That would fool most people.
Mm. He's covering his bases.
Check this out.
These are real crime scene photos.
How did he get the access?
Bobby is not a killer.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Where is your son at, Mrs. McGraw?
He left early this morning.
He's dedicated.
Do you know where he was going?
Work.
He said he had a job to do for the marshals.
Then, why is his Explorer still here?
We traded cars.
Bobby needed my camper for an assignment.
Ma'am, marshals
don't borrow their mother's vans for assignments.
That doesn't happen.
Oh, God.
You're sure this isn't just a misunderstanding?
Mrs. McGraw, your son is not a U.S. Marshal.
But he went to work every day.
He's not.
I was so proud of him.
You don't know what it was like for him growing up.
Beaten up by bullies every day for being small.
Do you know where he earns his money?
I've been helping him out a little.
Let him live here.
He said the Sheriff's Department
was having budget problems.
What Sheriff's Department?
Clifton, where he said he worked.
McGraw was working here
for five months?
Listen, you got to understand, all right?
Bobby showed up right after
I had to lay off a couple officers.
He said the marshals assigned him
to our office to help us out.
And you took his word for it.
I called the number on his card.
The woman there said he was part of a task force.
Answering service.
The business cards were fake.
I had no reason to doubt him, okay?
I mean, Bobby taught my guys tactics.
Ever since he's been here, he's had
a near perfect arrest record.
You know what the lawyers
are going to do when this gets out?
I'm supposed to retire in January.
When was the last time you saw him?
He showed up yesterday.
McGraw came by after the murders.
What was he here for?
Got ammo out of the weapons locker.
Logged on to the NCIC.
I want to see his desk.
McGraw was smart enough
to clear his browser history.
But let's see if he was smart enough
to clear his printer memory.
Not a lot of people know how to do that.
I mean, I'm one of the few who knows how to do that.
Marco. Wh-What? What?
Just do it.
Anyway, we just repeat his last print job.
He printed two wanted posters.
He looked up his own case?
Not just his own case.
Freddie Penn.
Registered sex offender.
So he's still working cases?
The guy is nuts.
He's a wanted fugitive himself.
And he knows it.
What the hell is he doing?
Of course, I've got Bomb Pops.
What kind of ice cream man you think I am?
Here you go.
Thank you.
Hey, kids. Why don't you run along.
You mind opening up the truck?
Is there a problem, Deputy?
Just open the truck.
Daniel Lawrence?
When did you start using an alias... Freddie?
Look.
I'm better.
I swear.
You failed to register as a sex offender.
You're interacting with children,
working within 300 feet of a public park.
I did my counseling.
I'm not sick anymore.
I got you this time, you sick son of a bitch.
Turn around. Put your hands on your head.
Help.
Help me.
Somebody shoot my husband.
Please, help him. Please, help him.
Help him!
Hi, ma'am.
I'm Annie Frost with the U.S. Marshals.
I know this isn't a good time
for it, but...
do you remember what this y, McGraw, was wearing?
Uh, jeans,
a gray shirt.
He had a badge.
Like yours.
Thank you, ma'am.
So it's Freddie Penn's body.
McGraw fired one shot.
Yeah, but he killed two.
Reason why vigilantism doesn't work.
Wrong people getting hurt.
We got to find this guy. So what happened?
Did he execute him or...? No.
They said they found cuffs,
that there were signs of a struggle.
I think McGraw was trying to arrest him.
Just like that lawyer he killed in the traffic stop.
Yeah.
Guys.
Just talked to McGraw's instructor
at the Police Academy.
He got kicked out for pulling a gun on another cadet.
Guy beat him at target practice.
McGraw doesn't like to lose, huh?
Well, this is a man
that got beat up every day as a kid.
So this is what that kid turned into?
McGraw's all about power.
That's it.
Maybe he's trying to redeem himself.
So he shows up here to arrest a pedophile.
But he gets nervous, so he gets sloppy.
Four kills in as many days.
Guys, McGraw's on TV.
What?
Sometimes, innocent people get caught
in the cross fire.
Yes, it's tragic that an innocent man died,
but there's one less pedophile
out on the street selling ice cream to children.
But how can a marshal fire a weapon in a crowded park?
You don't get it.
Penn attacked me.
If someone died, it's on him, not me.
An innocent man is killed,
and the official position of the U.S. Marshals
is it's on him and not you?
Hey, McGraw is not a marshal.
Get him off the air now.
Uh, we're having some technical difficulties.
We'll get back to Molly as soon as we can.
But, in other news, today we...
Mr. McGraw?
This is Deputy Marshal Annie Frost.
You there?
You the one looking for me?
I just want to understand, Bob.
I saw your wanted poster.
You think what I did was wrong.
I think there's two sides to every story.
That lawyer... he resisted arrest.
And the girl... she ran.
I did what any U.S. Marshal would have done.
Same thing happened today, huh?
Penn wouldn't come quietly,
so you had to fire in self-defense. Yeah?
That's right.
It was a good shot.
I get it.
I would have done the same damn thing myself.
You know what, Bob? Really...
you'd make one hell of a marshal.
How about we have a beer, talk about it?
Are you calling me a fake?
No.
I believe you.
Come on in.
Sort all this...
Son of a bitch.
You get a trace?
He's using a burner. We lost him.
Told Emma we'd be gone for two weeks.
Can't be down there a whole month, man.
You're not explaining it right.
This is the real war down here, Roy.
Not Iraq, not Afghanistan. Laredo.
She knows what the Minutemen are, but,
you know, her mom's coming to town...
We have to secure the border,
or this country's going to hell in a tortilla basket.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Couldn't help but overhear you talking.
Sir, I'm real sorry.
I'd like to talk to you and your friends.
I'm not asking.
You do not have the right to use deadly force.
Nor is it legal for you to arrest people.
I am a Deputy United States Marshal.
I have the responsibility to uphold federal and state laws.
But I also have the authority to deputize citizens.
In the olden days,
they called this forming a posse.
You gentlemen talk about fighting a war?
Well, I'm fighting one of my own.
And I need your help.
So, if any of you men
would like to become Special Deputy Marshals,
raise your right hand and repeat after me.
I, state your name.
I...
Do solemnly swear.
To execute the office
of United States Special Deputy Marshal.
To faithfully execute the office
of Special Deputy
United States Marshal.
To the best of my ability,
preserve, protect and defend
the Constitution of the United States.
So help me God.
To the best of my ability,
preserve, protect and defend
the Constitution of the United States of America.
So help me God.
Congratulations, Deputies.
I'm Bob McGraw.
Like most impersonator types, I want power.
For me, it was because I grew up small,
got the hell beat out of me.
And you figured the easiest way to get power
is to become a cop.
And then they found out that you had a screw loose,
so they rejected you.
That made me mad.
Wouldn't take no for an answer,
so I'd just impersonate a U.S. Marshal.
Find a small-town sheriff's department
that I know I can trick.
You got what you always wanted.
Power, respect.
And now that I have it...
I don't want to give it back.
Even though that he's wanted for murder,
he still tried to arrest a sex offender.
'Cause in my mind, I'm still a U.S. Marshal.
Guys, someone just rented a moving truck in Freer
using Sandra McGraw's credit card.
Did you call Sandra, tell her?
She didn't even know her card was missing.
It's got to be McGraw.
That truck have LoJack?
TOG's tracking it.
It's heading West,
toward Laredo.
That's the first thing McGraw's done
that makes any sense.
He's running for the border?
Plates match.
It's McGraw's rental truck.
Why'd he stop here instead of drive over the border?
I mean, there's three crossings within two miles of here.
Yeah, but he must have seen the traffic jam.
You know, figured out that Border Patrol
is gonna be stopping all outgoing vehicles.
Border Patrol confirmed.
It's a known coyote safe house.
What's this guy up to?
McGraw hired a coyote?
To smuggle him out of the country.
And if anyone's gonna
get him across the border unnoticed, it's them.
Marco, you're up.
Approaching the house.
Copy that. Be careful in there, bud.
All right, so we're gonna
hold here until Marco gets a visual of McGraw.
What the hell?
Go. Go! Go!
U.S. Marshals! Drop your weapons!
Lower them! Drop your weapons!
U.S. Marshals! Put it down now!
Drop it! We're U.S. Marshals! Now.
Drop it! U.S. Marshals!
We're U.S. Marshals! Lower your damn weapons!
We're U.S. Marshals.
Now show me yours.
We don't need them.
We were deputized.
Let me guess.
By a guy named Bob McGraw?
How'd you know that?
McGraw deputized those morons?
He tricked them, Marco.
He told them they were breaking up a coyote smuggling ring.
Yeah, so when we burst in, they probably thought
we were part of it.
McGraw's starting to piss me off.
Piss you off?
Yeah, I bet McGraw knew that we were
watching his mother's credit cards.
He sent us on a wild-goose Chase.
He wants to prove that he's smarter than we are.
That he's not a fake.
Well, McGraw's posse said that he left over four hours ago.
If he crossed the border,
he's deep into Mexico by now.
Jimmy, hey, it's me.
I got to go up and feed 59, get cleaned up a little bit.
I'll meet you back at the office in about an hour, all right?
Fifty-Nine, come on, I know you must be hungry, baby.
Typical.
Do not move.
Or I will kill you.
How'd you get in here?
What'd you do to my dog?
He'll sleep it off.
He was hungry.
You should've came home
and fed him sooner.
Hey, Bob,
that was a good move you pulled in Laredo.
I didn't see it coming.
I underestimated you.
It's a nice place you got here.
Lots of space for just one person.
Must get lonely sometimes, doesn't it?
No pictures of men.
I'm surprised you have a problem with that.
Maybe the right one hasn't come along yet.
Same as you.
In your office.
At your mom's place.
No pictures of girlfriends.
I mean, you're like me.
Job's everything.
You're good, Annie.
Right out of the book.
Humanize yourself.
Build a bond.
But above all else...
stay alive.
Cuff yourself
to the pole.
Bob, listen to me.
Whatever it is you're planning...
I'm not listening!
Not asking!
Stay down!
What do you want from me?
This.
You called me fake.
No, Bob, I didn't...
You implied it!
I'm one of the best marshals out there!
Okay.
Now we're gonna make it official.
I, Robert Mcaw...
Do solemnly swear.
I will faithfully execute the office of
Special Deputy United States Marshal.
That I will faithfully execute the office of
Special Deputy United States Marshal.
And will to the best of my ability...
preserve, protect and defend
the Constitution of the United States of America.
So help me God.
No one's gonna call me a fake now, Annie.
It's not the oath that makes you a marshal.
My record speaks for itself.
We're on the same team, Annie.
We both hate seeing the guilty go free.
Just let me do my job.
U.S. Marshals!
Get out of the car!
Give it to me! Get out!
Officer eds assistance.
In pursuit of a tan station wagon.
I-R-T...
Ah! Damn it!
You in the car, hands out the window.
I'm a U.S. Marshal!
I'm in pursuit of a fugitive!
Show us your badge.
Annie! Come on. You okay?
We tracking my Escalade?
McGraw disabled the tracker, but I put out a BOLO.
Son of a bitch took my gun and my badge.
Why?
Yeah, he made me deputize him.
Whoa. What?
He had me deputize him.
He told me to "let him do his job." Talked about hating
to see the "guilty ones go free."
That's why he went after Penn.
I think he's going after people
that ruined his perfect arrest record.
But wait a second.
McGraw was two miles from the Mexican border,
and he came back to arrest people?
The ones that got away.
So who's he going after next?
I don't know, but I know someone who does.
You want one?
Not a lot they can do to me now.
This close to a full pension.
Sheriff, when we were here before, you said
McGraw had a "near perfect" arrest record.
Yeah, that's the worst part.
The bastard did pretty fine work.
Who were the guilty suspects that got away from him?
Well, there were only two.
Bobby talked about them nonstop.
Was Freddie Penn one of them?
Yeah.
Who was the other one?
Walter Lennox.
A nasty piece of work.
Killed an eight-year-old girl.
Hi, Walter.
I told you sooner
or later I'd get you.
You can't do Jack.
You heard the judge...
"Lack of evidence."
Where did you bury that poor little girl?
Screw you, McGraw.
I'm calling my lawyer.
Let's keep the lawyers out of it this time.
Lennox is still not answering his cell phone.
McGraw's here.
Watch out for Lennox; The guy's a killer.
He doesn't kw we're only here for McGraw.
You guys are covering Lennox, room 708.
I'm going to get my badge back.
Tells where you buried the girl.
Help me! Up here!
Tell us where you buried her body!
Wait. Stop!
What the hell are you doing?! What are you doing?
Where did you bury her body?!
Wait. Tell me!
Falcon Park!
Near the River.
I can show you, I swear.
So, you killed her?
Yes!
Please, pull me up!
Stop!
McGraw! Daisy, come with me.
McGraw!
Drop your weapon now.
Put the weapon down.
Then get down on my knees?
Put my hands behind my head?
You should be thanking me.
I got Lennox's confession on video.
It won't hold up in court.
It'll lead us to the girl's body.
We'll get him this time.
Put the gun down.
You guys need me out here.
Annie!
I knew he was wearing Kevlar.
I could see it underneath his shirt.
Still hurts, though, doesn't it?
McGraw left us a present.
Two presents.
Help!
Help me.
You want to leave him?
It's not a bad idea.
Help.
Hey.
Ranahan's? Buy you a drink?
Don't really know the guy,
right?
Daisy.
Hey, Luke.
Heard you had a busy day.
Every day's busy around here, sir.
Listen, I'm headed back to Washington.
I thought I'd stop by one more time.
Try and persuade you
that this job offer is serious.
Here's the thing, Congressman.
I like it here.
Your dad warned me you might be strong-willed about this.
My father? My father's the reason I moved here.
With all due respect, sir,
you just want to hire me so my dad will owe you one.
But I'm not interested being a pawn.
I appreciate the offer, Congressman.
But you can give that job to someone who wants it.
Thanks.
We got a bet going on around here.
Wondering how you know Luke.
Uh, Luke never told you about his dad?
His dad? No. Uh-uh.
Well, his dad's one
of the most powerful lobbyists in Washington.
Luke never mentioned that to you, huh?
Guess not.
Huh. Well, good for him.
Miller Time?
You buying? The first round.
Sounds great.
Mr. Calvin.
I heard the news.
You caught the son of a bitch.
Yes, sir. You should have killed him.
That wouldn't bring Katie back.
No.
But it would've felt good.
You ready?
You now what? On second thought,
I think I'm going to head home.
Fifty-Nine is probably starving.
All right.
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