End Game Page #2

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Drunk, needs a shower, not all there.

Yeah, but he knows what he saw

and I believe him.

And listen, I went into the apartment...

and I found cough syrup,

and bloody tissues, and painkillers.

Which means?

Which means he had lung cancer.

I saw the same thing with my mom.

Right.

So maybe the guy wanted to go out

in a blaze of glory.

Or someone found out and used him.

Go back to Shakey's,

find out what else he knows.

Okay.

- Hold it, ma'am.

- Kate Crawford, Washington Inlander.

Okay.

Hold it.

Okay, this goes in the back. I'll radio ahead.

So, Shakey tells me

that he can identify someone...

that's going in and out

of Detimore's apartment...

and, the next thing you know,

he's killed in a fire.

That's not a coincidence.

If he was murdered,

you're playing with big-boys rules now.

I've played big-boy rules before.

Yeah, and my head ended up

on the chopping block.

Yeah, but we also won a Pulitzer.

True.

But this Pulitzer could end up killing you.

- Maybe we should bring in the authorities.

- No. Come on, not yet.

It just... They'd only shut me out

and then I'd have nothing.

I located his sister.

She... She lives near Warren.

I'm gonna go see her tomorrow.

Listen, Kate. Be careful.

Yeah, yeah. Anything for you.

I'll see you later.

Get Air Med over here, now!

- Hi.

- Alex, please.

Now that he's gone,

you're the only one I can talk to.

Not right now.

Hold on.

- Are you Thelma Detimore?

- And you are?

I'm Kate Crawford

from the Washington Inlander.

Look, I been talking to the cops all day

and I'm tired.

You here to make him into a monster, too?

- I'm here to get the truth.

- He was a good brother and a good son.

- Who is it, Thelma?

- A reporter.

Don't worry, I'll handle it.

Is that your mother?

She's an old lady who just outlived her son.

Leave her be.

Okay.

You know what? Just one question.

How long was he taking these?

Long enough.

Got it during the Gulf War.

At least that's what he always said.

All right, look, if you think of anything...

you know, you'd like me to know or...

Just give me a call.

I'll do that.

Okay, bye-bye.

Delia, could you give me

a hand with this, please?

Follow her and find out who she talks to.

Thelma, the TV's broke.

Mom! We gotta get out.

- Sir.

- Martin.

Very nice turnout.

- Where's Thomas?

- At home, I'm sure.

Taking a little time

to get himself together, sir.

Understandable.

It's a difficult time.

- How's the investigation going?

- We're in the opening stages.

A lot of questions to be asked,

people to interview.

The big question is

how did he get through the security?

I have my top people on it, though.

Your top people are the ones

that screwed it up in the first place.

- You know, with all due respect, sir...

- Stuff it.

He was a very close,

personal friend of mine...

not to mention that he was

a damn fine leader.

Now, I want this thing cleared up.

I thought you were retired, General?

You want to find out

how little that really means?

Good afternoon, everyone.

I just want to thank you all

for coming today.

And I know that all of your condolences...

both on a personal and professional level,

would have meant a great deal to him.

And I also hope that in time...

this sorrow will turn into

an enduring memory...

of all of his great accomplishments

while serving as your President.

Mr. Thomas?

Hello?

Mr. Thomas?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Sh*t.

Good morning.

Long night, huh?

I was wondering if I could just talk to you...

for a second?

Listen, I just need to speak to you

for a moment.

Look who she's run to now.

- Trouble.

- Yeah.

Call Jack.

- Yeah?

- She's with Alex Thomas.

That's a shame.

I gave her opportunity after opportunity

to go away, didn't I?

I don't have a choice,

so just make them both go away.

Thomas.

Look.

Detimore wasn't working alone in this.

I can prove it.

Come on!

I'm coming in.

- Well, is this your wife?

- That's none of your business, Crawford.

Pretty lady.

You were close to the President.

You're just wasting your time.

You'll forgive my cynicism...

but I don't buy into any grassy-knoll,

second-gunman theory.

I was there. Remember?

Well, what about the

someone-put-a-dying-man-up-to-it theory?

You really should be going now.

You know, Thomas,

you don't have to like me.

But you know my reputation.

I'm not some bright-eyed rookie.

Rookie? No, no.

You have plenty of experience

destroying people's careers...

for your personal gain.

Only when they deserve it.

Okay, fine. I'll leave.

Explain this to me though, will you?

Why would someone

rent an apartment for Detimore...

two weeks before

the National Merit Awards...

one week

before the White House announces...

the President's going to be there?

You just mull that over, okay?

Oh, and the bum who showed me

the apartment is dead, as of yesterday.

Okay.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Can we get my purse? I left it on the dock.

- So, why me?

- Because I need your help.

And there's a conspiracy here

and I know you're not involved.

Wait. Why are the lights still on?

Okay, I don't mean to be rude, Thomas,

but you really need to fix this.

In case you have company here.

Keep your eyes on the water.

- Shoot them if they come back up.

- Okay.

I knew. I told you.

I told you I was being followed.

Aren't you supposed

to listen to your instincts?

Crawford...

- What?

- Calm down.

- Okay. I'm calm.

- Calm down.

You're supposed to listen to your instincts

and I always do.

I always say,

"Just listen to your instincts, Kate, listen. "

And I didn't listen.

And whenever you don't listen...

- things happen, bad things happen...

- Relax. They're gone.

They're go... There's one right there.

What do you mean, they're gone?

Come on.

You need to check the trees,

then check the car.

- Okay.

- And can you get my purse, please?

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

- You should've stayed and backed them up.

- I'm sorry.

- Like I said, I don't do wet work.

- Yeah, you did, didn't you?

All right, so we take a different approach.

We find out who can lead them to us

and we just get there first.

- Thanks for doing this for me.

- No problem.

The police ID'd the guys

who tried to kill you yesterday.

Eli Arman.

Arrested twice for illegal arms dealing.

And his pal, Nick Gower, no convictions.

But I got lucky.

Their sidekick on the second bust,

Tony Morino...

is doing 10 years at the federal pen.

- Is there any way that you could...

- They're expecting you.

Here's your clearance.

Eli Arman. He's dead.

I'm all broke up.

Who were you and Eli smuggling guns for?

- All right, what's in this for me?

- You got eight years left, no parole.

I can get you out of this rat hole

and into a minimum-security facility.

- And for this I got to do what?

- Just answer the f***ing question.

Me and Nick Gower worked for Arman.

But he wasn't running the show.

Who was?

I don't know. It's compartmented.

This way, if one guy got busted...

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