Detonator II: Night Watch Page #4

into the computer.

Here, he could have

a hidden room.

Th is air vent is the only direct

access from the outside.

That's at least 100 feet

off the ground.

It's 113 feet,

to be exact.

Bathroom window.

- No video surveillance.

- Exactly.

Unless Schraeder's a voyeur.

Martin Schraeder's

a lot of things,

but that's not one of them.

Any more on that

industrial espionage charge?

Just dropped.

The fact that Schraeder didn't

sue for wrongful discharge

tells me he's guilty

of something.

You don't buy an estate

like his on an engineer's salary.

- I can climb this, you know.

- It's a sheer rock wall.

You can go through the vent

during the party, and scope it out.

- Nick.

- Ted!

I want you to meet

Mike Graham,

Sabrina Carver.

This is Ted Fisk,

head of ClA operations here.

- Shall I show you what I got?

- I think you should.

Right. The murder

you taped, Mike--

the local police

are pretty hush-hush.

The ClA aren't their

favorite allies, I'm afraid.

But the murder victim

was a computer designer--

hardware mostly.

When the Hong Kong stock exchange

collapsed, he was called in.

Here is an enhancement

of Mike's video.

That looks like a computer chip

in Mao Yixin's hand.

Besides the obvious on Mao Yixin--

he's Schraeder's longtime employee--

we've got nothing.

Nothing?

The ClA has nothing?

- We need prints here.

- I'll handle it.

You have to pay attention.

This guy's a killer.

Once the computer chips

are completed,

they're installed in the phones,

just like any other component.

General Kim wonders

about security.

These people have no idea what

my c hip's capable of. Don't worry.

The genera I doesn't worry.

He relies on me.

The general needs clarity

about his satellite.

Oh, it's his satellite.

The People's Republic

of North Korea paid for it.

There you are,

General Kim.

Let me show you something.

Have a seat.

Let me show you what

your money bought.

Now, executing worldwide

data collection requires a satellite,

but once it's in orbit,

we can use

cellular transponders

to bounce signals from

any point on the globe.

As you can see,

with one satellite,

we can eavesd rop on world-wide

telecommunications,

or, at the proper moment,

destroy whatever

systems you choose.

Only North Korea

would be safe.

And un like your

nuclear program,

it's reliable and secret.

What if I can't

keep Schraeder busy?

Mike! Are you

listening to me?

Yes, of course I am.

You are so stubborn!

You ought to know!

Okay, I admit it.

I'm worried a bout your safety.

I'm worried

about your safety.

- Artist?

- Titus--

Titan-- Titian.

His na me's pronounced

"teeshan." ltalian.

- Title?

- Uh... " Love."

" Sacred and Profane Love."

Know the difference?

- What about this one?

- Oh... yeah,

I know this guy.

He has a TV show.

- Van Dyck.

- Sure his name's not "The Beaver"?

- Mm.

- What a bout this?

Mary Cassatt, " The Bath. "

An American who lived in Paris

- around... 1890.

- Wow.

Huh.

My mother loved

Mary Cassatt.

I grew up with "The Bath"

in our kitchen.

Hmm, not such

a savage after all.

I think I'm a little

overdressed.

No, you look lovely, darling,

just lovely.

Oh, there's Myra.

Mike, I can see no one told you

about Schraeder's parties.

Really?

Why's that?

An old tradition.

An informal competition

for the most daring dress.

Hmm. You look--

very traditional.

Where's Schraeder?

Oh, there he is by the Gauguin.

Gauguin?

Oh, it is a Gauguin, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, it is a Gauguin.

He had a great sense

of erotic sensuality.

The tropical blush,

the fine lines--

- I think I'll keep Schraeder busy.

- What a good idea, darling.

- Great eye for a good breast too.

- Mike, get to work.

I'll go make a living.

Lovely dress.

How about a private tour

for a lady who'll appreciate it?

Well, I have to admit

Mike's not very

enthusiastic about art.

What the hell?

- He's a heck of a gambler.

- That's true.

Let me know

when he comes out.

Okay.

It's all right.

Unfortunately

it's a copy-- see?

"Copy of an original

from the Wichita

Art Museum, Kansas."

It's not like they're forgeries.

I ad mired them so much,

I commissioned my own.

Well, they're perfect.

Like that one!

I remember seeing

the original in Chicago.

I love Degas.

Look how he's captured

her innocence.

"L'Etoile. "

You're the star tonight.

I thought you might do that.

But you didn't move away.

No.

I understand you.

Do you?

- Is Graham out?

- No, sir.

Where's Schraeder?

Tragical.

Graham to Caldwell...

Graham to Caldwell...

- Caldwell.

- Transmitting video.

So there's your

" Night Watch," Nick.

Yeah, but what's the other thing?

Mao Yixin, why the hurry?

Oh, nothing.

My fourth-- or is it

my fifth champagne?

Please.

Get me some more?

Take me back to the party!

- Sabrina, I thought you wanted--

- Let me go.

This is your fifth,

or is it sixth?

So you won't remember tomorrow

when I tell you that--

I would like to kiss

your breast till dawn?

But I'm unfortunately working.

You know, you really--

Mr. Graham?

- Mr. Graham?

- Yes?

Is everything all right?

Uh...

uh... I 've been better.

- Anything I can do?

- Nope, thanks.

You don't sound yourself,

Mr. Graham.

Patience, Timothy, patience.

Hi, Woo, it's all yours.

Mind the step.

Sabrina.

I'm sorry I misread

your signals.

Martin, act your age, okay?

Telling Mike will only

tarnish your honeymoon.

Such wisdom.

Oh-- Mike?

Mike, Martin showed me

his collection.

- He's got some beautiful paintings.

- Oh, great.

- Honey, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay, sweetheart.

I've got this terrible stomachache.

I think we really should go.

I'm sorry to hear that, Mike.

Need a doctor?

No, that's okay.

I don't need a doctor.

Just some hotel time,

that's okay.

Listen, this was great.

Good to see you again.

- Yeah.

- Good night.

Bye.

Oh, hi.

Watch the Americans.

- That was close.

- It sure was.

- Look at me.

- Hmm?

Someone is on to us.

- Kiss me.

- What?

Thanks.

- Myra, you want a ride?

- Yeah, sure.

Heck of a party.

I wouldn't know.

- Feeling badly?

- Was.

I must say that kiss

made it feel a lot better.

Well, I'm glad I could be

of help, darling.

I wish we had gotten

to dance, Mike.

Maybe I can take you both

to a club while you are here.

This corner is fine, thanks!

Uh... Myra,

that would be great.

Mike, me, you and...

your date?

We'll talk tomorrow.

Good night!

Carry on.

- Well?

- Just a good night kiss.

- Fisk.

- Falcon, Falcon. This is Myra.

- Code red.

- Position, Myra?

Jeffren canyon. Mao Yixin is after me.

I'm unarmed. Hurry!

Myra's in trouble.

What was I supposed to do,

turn away from her?

She wanted to kiss me.

Caldwell and Fisk are responding

to a mayday from Myra.

Myra? When?

Five minutes ago.

Mr. Schraeder, it's for you.

Hello, this is Martin.

Check the satellite!

Somebody knows something.

- What do you mean?

- Just do it!

Good evening,

Mr. Schraeder.

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