Hypnotic

Rourke?

Rourke.

Come back to us.

Sorry.

Drifted off for a second.

The park?

What about it?

That's where you drift to, isn't it?

That park.

That day.

Take me back there.

What do you see?

Dad.

Fix my braid.

Her hair.

I see her hair.

Your daughter?

Minnie.

This is not a braid.

This is a maze...

that only your mother can solve.

There you go.

Thank you, Dad!

She was playing this game,

where she would see

how many times she could spin around in one place

before she fell over.

When did you see him?

I barely noticed him.

I was just happy to be with my daughter.

I wasn't paying attention for just...

just for a second...

...and I turned around...

...and I didn't see her...

...and I got up...

...and I called out for her...

...and I looked for her,

and I c-- I c--

She was gone.

Rourke?

I was there.

There was nothing you could do.

Work?

Uh...

That depends on you, I guess.

Uh, if you think I'm ready for duty.

Do you feel ready, emotionally?

I think it's the only thing keeping me sane.

Though the missing child has not been recovered,

a suspect is in custody

for the abduction

of a police detective's daughter.

Alleged kidnapper, 18-year old Lyle Terry,

has pled not guilty due to mental incapacity,

his lawyers insisting

he has no memory whatsoever of the incident,

nor of Minnie's current whereabouts

or final resting place.

What, you lose something, compadre?

Cockroach.

Yeah. It's a hot day.

Damn things are everywhere.

Hey, did you wipe your shoes?

So how did it go in there?

You good?

Yeah. No problem.

I'm all clear for duty. What's the call?

Oh, it's a fun one.

Anonymous tip came into dispatch.

Blocked number.

I'm calling to report a robbery.

Are you in a safe location?

Nobody's safe.

Nice line.

Just wait.

Is this crime currently in progress?

Today, the Bank of Austin.

There's a safe-deposit box.

Box 23.

Box 2-3. Is that the target?

Hello?

Flair for drama.

You're thinking it's a prank. I get it.

That's what I thought, too.

Except?

Two armed robberies this week

at Bank of Austin

at branches Houston and Amarillo.

Both inside jobs involving people with access.

Both hit the safe-deposit boxes,

but take only one box

and no money at all.

No shit?

Captain put us on stakeout.

Getting audio.

A guy goes up to the bartender,

and he says,

"Hey, bartender. I got me a bet for you.

"I'm going to bet you 300 bucks

that I can piss into that glass over there,

and not spill..."

All right, come on. Move on.

- Wait. This is a good one. - The bartender looks...

- I don't know, it. - Hey! I said, move on.

...piss into, something like--

He pisses on the bartender.

- No kidding. - It's a whole thing.

Yeah, it's a good one.

See that guy on the bench?

He looks familiar.

No. No.

The city contracts.

You know this guy?

- Thanks. - Not sure.

Do you have a lighter?

Quite masculine.

Is it yours?

My husband gave it to me.

I don't smoke.

He's got you under his spell, doesn't he?

Yes, he does.

It's very hot today.

I didn't notice.

Trust me, it's like a furnace.

Great. We got the weather.

Can we move on now?

That guy's up to something.

Zoom in.

It's a sunny day.

You see that?

He's speaking in code.

The guards are in on it.

Hey! Rourke! Wait!

So hot.

He's going for the bank.

Don't walk into that bank, Rourke.

We don't know if that's the guy.

It's like a furnace.

Watch the woman.

I'll send back-up.

Do not follow.

Yeah, roger that.

Danny, get out of that bank.

Can I help you, sir?

I repeat, do not break--

You know I'd like to open a safe-deposit box.

Right this way.

It's so hot.

It's like a furnace.

[horn honking, brakes screeching]

If you just fill this out,

we'll get you set right up.

Shoot. Excuse me.

I must have left my keys in my office.

I'll be right back.

Thank you.

Here you go. Have a great day.

Good morning, sir.

Morning?

It's late afternoon.

It is late afternoon.

Minnie.

Stop. Police.

Stop.

I said, stop where you are.

Stop!

Oh, shit!

- Rourke! - Send back-up!

Go. Go!

Do you mind?

Stop!

Hands up, asshole!

Don't move!

Cuff him.

What are you waiting for? Cuff him.

But I'm the wrong man.

He's the wrong man.

What?

You crooked bastards. Who do you work for?

Don't blame them, Detective.

They're no more conscious of themselves

than Lyle Terry was.

That was his name, wasn't it?

The pawn who took your queen.

Where is she?

Give that to me.

Where is she? What does it mean?

Who's Lev Dellrayne?

What the hell?