Desperate Measures

Hold on!

S. F.P.D.

Okay, go ahead.

Come on, baby.

Here you go.

Yes! We're in.

This is our last shot.

Should've tried this six weeks ago|instead of wasting time...

with those television appeals.

Now we go finer.

If they all go away, we're finished.

Don't even think about it.

We got one! We got one!

Don't make a sound.

Thank you.

Oh, man.

He crushed his cell mate's legs, so they|put him in solitary through the year.

He's the real thing.

No formal education beyond the ninth|grade, but he has an IQ of over 150.

I appreciate what|you're doing for me.

McCabe has escaped twice.

Second time he took|two guards hostage.

Buried them alive,|used their uniforms and l.D.s.

If he'd done it two years later, they|would've put him in the gas chamber.

Jesus!

This is a mistake, Frank.

I have no choice.

McCabe!

McCabe!

You have a visitor.|Get dressed.

I have to warn you not just about|the physical danger...

because he's already killed one prisoner|and crippled another.

Also, McCabe is very sharp.

He likes to f*** with you.

Frank Connor.

You know why I'm here.

My son has leukemia.

He will die|without a bone marrow transplant.

He's only nine years old.

And somehow, somehow...

I've been identified|as a compatible donor...

for your son.

I was told you volunteered.

We're through here.

Officers!

You lied to me, Frank.

You were identified by a computer match.

I broke into the FBI computer system.|I violated state and federal statutes.

Grounds for dismissal|from the police force.

Right?

That's right.|Give me a shot.

What's the problem?

No problem.

My mistake.

I went through all the other registries,|and there's nobody.

You're our last chance.

- What do I get out of it?|- You get to save my son's life.

Why do I care about your son's life?

Am I supposed to find redemption|in the eyes of God?

Do you want redemption?

You think I do?

You brought it up.

Don't try to get inside my head,|Frank.

If I want you in,|I'll send you an invitation.

Sorry. I thought|you were opening a door.

I killed...

a lady in a hat, a guy in a store.

That was real.

That happened.|I did it.

But I cannot make myself|feel bad about it.

I cannot imagine a god who would care.

I put my faith in the power|of my own mind.

Which is all I own|after half a life of incarceration.

I can appreciate that.

Really?

Then maybe you can appreciate|my amusement...

at the irony, that now...

after all those years being locked up,|I'm given the opportunity to kill again.

Cop's kid, at that.

All I've got to do is stay here.

What do you want from me?

-Have you been a good father to the boy?|-I've tried.

You tried.|Isn't that nice you tried?

Yep. Even my daddy can say that.

Beat the sh*t out of me every day,|but he tried.

I've never hit Matt.

I'm sure you didn't.

Where's the boy's mother?

She's dead.

You still wear a ring.

You feel responsible in some way|for her death?

She died in a car accident.

Dead wife.

Kid with cancer.

I'd wonder about myself, too.

Will you do it?

Will you give my son your bone marrow?

I'll have to think about that,|get back to you.

No. Tell me right now.

Why?

Because I haven't told him|that his cancer is back.

And when he went into remission...

he wouldn't even|let himself celebrate...

'cause he knew the odds.

And when I go back, I'm gonna tell him|that his cancer is back...

and that he will die if he doesn't get|a bone marrow transplant.

I want to tell him|that I found that donor.

- And I want to give him hope.|- To make it easier for you.

To make it easier for him,|and to save his life.

Well, since you have to know|right now, Frank...

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