Tracker

Feel sorry for the trick-or-treaters tonight.

Wouldn't have stopped me.

Let's hope the patients behave.

You hear that?

You should've seen your faces.

The hell kind of mask is that?

My daughter made it for me.

Maybe we can get her a spare room in here

'cause that thing is demented.

Blackout.

Generator will kick in.

Any time now.

Shouldn't it be on by now?

Let's follow protocol.

Check on all the patients, windows, and doors.

Hope these are charged.

I'll check the breaker room.

I'll take the a wing.

I'll go to the b wing.

Is b wing secure?

B wing secure.

C wing?

C wing secure.

I'm in the breaker room.

That just leaves...

My god. Code 19.

Heston's out. I repeat, heston... Go again?

Call the police, now.

Let's see what we've got.

Reenie, what's up?

Hey. I just got to the office. Dang it.

- Hold on. - You okay?

I'm just having a slow start to the morning.

Went to a Halloween party last night

dressed as the corpse bride,

and I actually won the costume contest,

believe it or not, but I had

way too many shots of Tequila.

- Sounds, you know... - What, not your scene?

Anyway, I had a pretty good time, to be fair, but I am now

buried at the office today.

I thought you were gonna get someone to help you out

- while velma's away? - I am. I'm working on it.

Actually, I'm interviewing some people today, in fact. Hey,

did you ever look at what I sent you

- about the psych ward breakout? - I did.

Heston koontz, escaped prisoner, killed a nurse, right?

Look, I know it's not your normal thing,

but the parents are pretty insistent,

and they're offering a sizable reward, so

I think it's worth the consult.

Yeah, I'm pulling into wyndham now.

- You got any other details? - Yeah.

The facility administrator sent me over

the case file. Heston koontz,

29 years old, was convicted of

burning a family alive in their own home ten years ago.

He plead insanity, and then was sentenced to life

at mci cedar junction.

Looks like he served ten years without incident,

so they transferred him

to a low-level psychiatric detainment facility in wyndham

for good behavior.

Ten years, good behavior?

People usually show you who they are way before that.

Well, heston's parents

are pretty worried about what he's gonna do

if the police don't find him.

Got it. Okay. I'll poke around, see what I can find out.

- I'll give you a call back. - Okay.

Mr. and Mrs. Koontz? Colter Shaw.

Thank you for coming.

Yeah. Looks like the police have

thrown quite a bit of manpower at this.

Well, it's-it's been 12 hours

and there's still no sign of him.

Well, after a big storm like the one you just had,

hard to trace a footpath.

My best advice is just let the police do their thing.

I'm sorry, I was told that, for a fee,

that you would help find our son.

I can and I will,

as long as I feel like I can get a result, but,

before I agree to help you, I need to know

why is it that you want me to find him?

Is it because

you realize the police will use maximum force if they do?

Maybe...

Maybe you're fearful that he might come home?

That's not it.

Look, heston never should've been transferred out of Max.

I-I know how that sounds, but it's the truth.

Heston had a normal childhood.

He played baseball, good grades,

but then something changed in high school.

He refused to come out of his room,

and when he did, he would just stare and whisper to himself.

That's when the parasomnia started.

Waking nightmares.

We'd find him outside the house

with his face pushed up against the glass,

strange wounds on his body.

Self-harm?

We didn't think so at first.

We thought the sleepwalking was from stress at school.

- The kids would make fun of him. Yeah. - Yeah.

Has a lot of nervous tics.

But one morning...

couldn't find Gus.

Our dog.

I thought maybe he was sleeping in heston's room.

Heston?

Is Gus in there with you?

Honey?

And then we heard this sound.

Heston! Let us in!

Heston!

No.

No. Heston.

I'm sorry.

Did he see a psychiatrist?

He did.

The... the doctor said that parasomnia

could include acts of violence.

They were trying to assure us that, you know, most people

with this disorder, that...

They're not violent in real life,

and it could be managed with medicine.

- And you didn't believe that. - No.

So, we searched his room, and...

We found some of his journals and drawings.

He was fixated on,

this girl in the class below him, Emily Collins.

The sole survivor of the fire?

We tried to do the right thing.

We reported the journals to the police,

but they didn't take it seriously.

A month later, heston killed her whole family

and tried to grab Emily.

If the police had listened to us,

no one would've gotten hurt.

We cannot make the same mistake twice.

Did you make sure the police are aware

that he might still be obsessed with Emily?

We did. We made sure of that.

And the lead investigator,

detective dundee, knows that we're hiring you.

We know what our son's capable of.

Find him.

Please.

Before somebody else gets hurt.

Yeah. Okay. I'll do everything I can.

Thank you.

Detective dundee?

That's right. You must be, colter Shaw.

Yeah.

Yeah, heston's parents filled me in.

So you find people who can't be found?

Least that's how the parents sold you.

Something like that, yeah.

Yeah, I can't exactly fault them for blaming us.

We, fumbled the ball ten years ago, but

it's a different department now.

So... if you, break protocol

or get in the way of our manhunt,

I got no problem pushing you out.

Just so we understand each other.

Did you learn that at Princeton?

The whole "condescension"

"disguised as formality" thing you're doing?

What, you looked me up?

Did I look you up? No, I did not look you up. I saw your ring.

- Look, I'm just here to help. - Sorry.

Just... nothing about this case is good.

There's a reason that heston

was in the secure facility.

My opinion, he never should've been transferred here,

but here we are.

- Cameras get anything? - No.

Storm took down the power line, whole place went dark.

This is the last image we have of heston.

That's him with an orderly.

You know, you'd think a facility like this,

- the patient rooms would be fail-safe. - That's right.

These locks operate on a separate battery.

Weren't affected by the blackout.

So how the hell did he get out of here?

That's a good question.

I mean, this whole thing is weird.

It's a crude homage to a dirk bouts piece called

fall of the damned.

Title pretty much says it all. Where'd he get the materials?

Patients are allowed art therapy.

Okay.

- These shoe prints? - That's heston's.

Shoes are standard issue at this place.

No sign of forced exit.

We think the door malfunctioned, crime of opportunity.

Yeah, maybe.

Or maybe he was working with someone.