Code of Honor Page #6

I don't doubt that, Keri.

But Agent Porter

seems to have disappeared

and he didn't tell us much

of anything before he left.

- [door opens]

- [Rodriguez] Jim?

We need you outside

for a moment.

Don't go anywhere.

We have some

pretty big mouse traps.

What's going on?

I'm Agent Donavan.

This is Agent Franks.

Sorry for the late hour,

detective,

but we're taking over

the "super-vigilante" case.

[sighs]

Well, the first agent you sent

did a real bang-up job.

We're the first agents here.

What about Porter?

Who's Porter?

Special Agent William Porter?

We don't know anybody

by that name.

[Donavan] There is no

William Porter with the Bureau.

- [Jim] Nothing at Customs.

- [Rodriguez] ATF is out!

CIA says he's not one of theirs.

I want a check with DIA.

I'm on right now

with the Pentagon.

Yeah, good luck getting

anything out of them.

Homeland Security has access

to lots of different kinds of

information.

Detective, what made you think

he was with the FBI anyway?

Well, he had a badge

just like yours.

Obviously, not like mine.

Thank you. Okay, so the Army

has a Major William Porter

and a Colonel Robert Sikes,

both inactive.

It'll be a bit,

but the files are on their way.

This guy knew a lot more

than he was telling you.

We gotta find him now!

[police radio chatter]

Wait here, stay sharp.

Porter!

It's Peterson, open up,

we need to talk.

And we're back

at the scene of the crime.

Safe place for a meet?

Probably is with

the super-vigilante around.

Hey, boss, you sure you know

what you're doing?

Ratings gold.

Hello, Jerry.

I hope, for your sake,

you came alone.

I did, it's just me

and my cameraman, Neil.

I actually believe that.

That surprises you.

No risk, no gain.

Man, the only thing that

surprises me is the way you lie.

I report it how I see it.

The truth is subjective.

Truth is absolute.

People are subjective.

Well then, this is your chance

to set the record straight.

You promised me an interview,

that's why I'm here.

I know exactly why you're here.

It has nothing to do with

setting the record straight.

Don't worry, son.

I know you're just

trying to follow orders.

Who are you?

I'm just a man with a plan.

What is this plan?

Oh, it's a little

regime change.

And an uneventful demise

of someone like you.

[grunts]

I thought you said no weapons?

No, I said no guns.

This is not a gun.

- [screams]

- [knife slashes]

- [sighs]

- Well, if you remember anything

more about this, give me a call.

Okay.

Clerk said that Porter checked

out earlier tonight.

He paid in cash.

There's a call for you,

Detective, it's Porter.

- Porter?

- The mayor is the next target.

What? Okay, you listen to me

very carefully,

we know you're not a Fed.

[Porter] I'm not

a lot of things,

just a man trying

to atone for my sins.

You know, at some point you're

gonna have to come in, right?

I can't do that right now.

Look, one way or another,

this thing ends tonight.

The FBI is here.

Well then, you should have no

problem tracing this call.

The Jerry Simon Says show

just went off the air.

Porter?

Porter!

He said Mayor Randolph's next.

[woman] Yeah, I can hold.

I've been holding--

I want units both at City Hall

and at the mayor's house!

They're already on their way.

Captain, I got that trace on

Porter's call,

it came from a pay phone

next to the Snake Eyes Club.

Good, I'll let Peterson know.

I'm sure the Feds

are already on it.

Mayor's not at home. His wife

says he's working late tonight.

He's not at the office, either.

No answer

on his cell phone.

[sighs] Then where

the hell is he?

Well, nobody's gonna beat you

in the ratings tomorrow, Jerry.

Don't be gentle,

it's only evidence, guys.

I'm never gentle.

This could show

the super-vigilante in action.

Memory card is gone.

Yeah, he's known not

to make things easy.

[cell phone rings]

This is Donavan.

Well, he's mayor of one of the

largest cities in the country,

how hard could it be

to find him?

Find out who he's screwing this

week and track him down instead.

That's a good idea.

You clean up here, Detective.

Let's get in the air.

[indistinct chatter]

Yeah, well,

the Feds just left me here.

Tell me you got some

good news.

How about this,

the file's just arrived.

Really? Okay, well don't keep me

in suspense, what do you got?

Not much, most is classified

or blocked out.

Colonel Robert Sikes,

missing in action,

presumed dead,

wife deceased, son deceased,

and then it's a laundry list

of medals.

- And that's it?

- That's it.

Porter's however, is

a little more interesting.

Major William Porter,

he was discharged soon after

Sikes went missing for,

get ready, disorderly conduct,

drinking on duty,

assaulting a fellow officer,

disobeying a direct order.

[Porter] I'm not

a lot of things.

Just a man trying

to atone for my sins.

Marital status:
divorced,

one son,

no known address for either.

Too bad these guys

weren't switched.

If it was Sikes who had come to

help us catch Porter,

this would have been over

the first day.

Smoking cigars now, hm,

and I thought he was perfect.

His wife and little boy,

safe here at home,

killed in a drive-by shooting.

That's Porter talking to Sikes.

The static I heard sounded a lot

more like Agent Porter simply

turned off his wire.

[Captain] And why

would he do that?

So, you never saw Colonel Sikes

at the Snake Eyes Club?

No, I never got

a good look at him.

You never saw him plant a bomb

or leave a briefcase?

[Keri] No, I left

before any of that.

[man] Agent Porter killed them.

He's using this rooftop

as a staging ground.

[men grunt]

[Porter] His skills at

hand-to-hand combat, weapons,

firearms, and explosives

is unmatched.

[reporters clamoring]

Who are you?

I am your super-vigilante.

We've been after the wrong guy.

What?

Porter is Sikes.

[muffled gunshot]

Tell me you have something.

The mayor's aide, Tanya Jones,

apparently she used

her credit card earlier tonight

to rent a room downtown.

The Feds are on their way.

Send everyone! This is it!

Send everyone!

You never remembered

to look behind you, either.

What took you, man?

I've been waiting up here

all this time.

I was starting to get

kind of lonely, man.

I was waiting for you.

Thanks to you,

I'm kind of ahead of schedule.

You helped me with the cartels,

I really appreciate that.

One way or another,

we end this tonight.

Somehow everybody's thinking

that you're me, and I'm you.

Well, that is unfortunate.

That was a nice touch, man.

That's some cool sh*t.

You never

answered my question.

I'll ask you again.

If you thought you

could save the world,

but nobody would know it

and you might have to give

your life in doing it,

would you do it?

My life?

Yeah, sure.

Everyone else's, no.

Well, I'm done.

Come on, my man.

Major William Porter, this is

the FBI, stay where you are,

or we'll open fire.

Take him.

[rapid gunfire]

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