The Finder

Make no mistake, Mr. Sherman.

I believe wholeheartedly in the death penalty.

Which is good considering your job.

Yes, Mr. Knox, I am a warden and I bear the burden of execution

with a clear conscience and a heavy heart.

Usually.

Usually?

Do you recall the case of Eddie Ross,

a Miami cop who was convicted 20 years ago

for murdering his partner over the love of a woman?

Ross was sentenced to death based on a theory

that Ross lured his partner, Glen Hogan,

to an isolated location where a vicious argument ensued.

Infuriated by jealousy, Ross pulled his revolver

and shot Glen Hogan point blank in the throat.

As Hogan lay dying, Ross covered himself

with Hogan's blood to make it appear he'd rendered aid.

I was a young lawyer then. I remember the Ross case.

Ross is scheduled to be executed tomorrow at midnight.

I believe him to be innocent. Why, you ask?

Jesus has told me this man is innocent.

After a long night in my own personal garden of Gethsemane,

I prevailed upon the governor to stay Ross's execution.

He declined, though he did tell me

that Mr. Sherman here can find anything.

Here is an affidavit in which the condemned,

Mr. Edward Ross, engages you as his lawyer.

There is a dress code on death row, I'm afraid.

Guy's kind of weird.

I did not kill Glen Hogan.

You're completely innocent?

The eighties were a different time.

The line between right and wrong were real blurry back then.

But I am not guilty of killing Glen Hogan.

You assaulted him.

I beat the crap out of him. He slept with my girlfriend.

Miss Gloria Penalt.

Who has since gone missing.

Is that what you want me to find?

Is she a witness?

Gloria didn't witness anything.

Me and Glen were alone out in the middle of nowhere.

Why?

I asked him out there to apologize to him.

Nobody's going to believe that.

If I had been your lawyer, I would've advised you

that such a statement would antagonize the jury.

I found out that Gloria was getting a piece

of almost every other guy in vice.

Not just Hogan.

We met... Talked and buried the hatchet.

- And then a shot rang out? - That's right.

I was walking away, I heard the shot,

turned around and saw Glen laying on the ground,

bleeding from the neck. The bullet went through and through.

I saw the shooter, fired at him,

but he got away.

I called for help. I tried to stop Glen's bleeding.

Which conveniently explains why you failed

the paraffin test and had blood all over your hands.

What do you want me to find?

All right.

There are 2 bullets out there.

One of them went through Glen's neck

and ended up God knows where. The other one...

I fired at the shooter.

Ended up another God knows where.

You find the one that killed Hogan.

Maybe the governor's got reason to stay my execution.

After 20 years...

Like looking for a needle in a haystack.

I don't like it.

Like 2 needles in a haystack.

Twice as easy.

I want to do it.

Well, the warden thinks he's innocent.

The governor's looking for a reason to stay his execution.

Listen, when Walter looks for something,

he finds the truth in everything around it.

Are you sure you want everything stirred up

when maybe you should be making peace with yourself?

Are you kidding?

The truth will save my life.

He could be telling a lie.

Last ditch effort to dodge the electric chair.

You end up looking for something that isn't there.

I'm gonna risk it.

If you lied to us, I'll bring you back to life

so they can electrocute you again.

Hi.

I'm not stealing, I'm just... making change.

Apparently this place runs on the honor system.

At least that's what... they told me.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Why are you asking?

Why are you asking?

I'm Leo Knox. This is my place.

Oh. OK, you must be Walter Sherman then.

And who are you?

I'm Dr. Lance Sweets. I'm a psychologist with the FBI.

I'm actually, um...

I'm here to... OK, you actually do that. Wow.

What can we do for you, Dr. Sweets?

I'm, uh... I'm here to evaluate

Mr. Sherman's competency as a consultant to all federal agencies.

Find out if I'm crazy, you mean?

In laymen's terms, yeah.

I am wildly impressed.

I'm Kevin.

Willa.

You're that chick who works at the bar

in looking glass key, right?

End of the world?

Ends of the Earth.

And, no, I can't let you drink there underage.

Well, I don't need your help to drink underage.

Why else would you need me?

Maybe what I need is an excuse to start up a conversation.

Mission accomplished.

You play volley ball, Willa?

Oh, God. And things were going so well between us.

There's a volley ball game tomorrow, if you want to come.

I got to warn you, Kev, I'm a bad girl... on probation.

And things were going so well between us.

See you tomorrow.

You mean you're the one who gets to decide

if Walter gets to consult with the police?

I told you.

Well, the federal government requires

that Mr. Sherman fill out this mental status exam questionnaire.

If Walter passes, you could work together officially.

And Walter could get paid.

So the first thing Walter has to do to prove

that he's not crazy is find evidence that 200 cops

and friends of Tex were unable to find 20 years ago.

A lot of boast but that is the essence of what I do.

But if Mr. Sherman fails, all federal officials will be

prohibited from consulting with him.

What? Why?

Because having an insane man in the chain

of evidence is a guaranteed prosecution fail.

Attention, boring old people.

I got invited to a beach party. Can I go?

Anyone I know?

Um, the Montgomerys at Ferrell point.

- Rich folks. - Yeah, their son Kevin asked me.

I told him the truth, that I'm on probation.

Oh! I bet that got him excited.

Found himself a bad girl.

Don't make it like that. He was cool.

Was he cool or was he a target?

Walter, didn't we agree to give Willa the benefit of the doubt?

Shouldn't you take advantage of the fact

that you have a shrink in the house?

He could tell us if Willa's a sociopath.

I'm sorry. Can I ask, who is this?

Willa lives and works here while she's on probation.

Do we need to have a talk about boys and beach parties?

Ew.

It's not like you... You know, you're...

It's not like... You've been around.

Thanks, Mom.

Thanks, Dad.

Thanks, Creepy Older Brother.

Thanks, Eavesdropping Shrink, but I've got the sex stuff covered so...

She's being sarcastic in metaphor.

Willa is probably a virgin

and will remain one until she's married off to a nice gypsy boy.

Right?

Again... ew.

What?

Isn't this some kind of psycho-sexual abuse?

I just want to get this questionnaire

filled out so I can go home to Washington.

When can we start?

Is this really the only way we can do this?

When Walter's on the hunt, it's difficult to get him to sit still.

Would you describe him as manic?

No, I would not.

Motivated, focused, avid.

Huh. Excellent use of synonyms, Leo.

Where's our first stop?

Ross's arresting officer.

A retired Detective named Coleman.

Isabel's great Uncle Sal says he hangs out in a club in Coral Gables.

Would you say you're cheerful or sad most days?

Yeah, I'd say I'm cheerful and sad most days.

He means predominantly.

Cheerful, right, Leo?

Do you sleep well?

Yes, and often.

Do you have an active sex life?

Um, every once in a while I like to change it up and get a little passive.

You know, take in the moment.

Does your mind play tricks on you?

My lawyer says no.

Mr. Knox, I really need Mr. Sherman to answer in his own words.

You can call me Walter.

I'm good with Mr. Knox.