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All right. Well, we'll need him alive.

- Call me when he can talk.

- Yes, sir.

- Miss Crawford.

- Mr. Stevens.

- Can I speak with you, please?

- Of course.

Wonder Woman.

Remarkable what you did today, thank you.

I appreciate that.

And you have an article to write,

do you not?

Yes, and a very good one, at that.

Now, since you're so intimately involved

in all of this...

could you spare the details to the public,

until I get to the bottom of it?

The public has a right to know.

I'm not ordering you. I wouldn't, I couldn't.

I'm asking you.

And in return, I will give you

an exclusive one-on-one with me.

- Before anyone else?

- Yes.

- Full disclosure?

- Yes.

- Deal.

- Deal.

- What did he say?

- Well, overall, I'd say it went pretty well.

For now. Let's get out of here.

Hey, take my car.

I'll find another ride. Look after it, will you?

Thanks, Brian.

This way.

Pull!

Pull!

Great shot, General.

Thank you, Alex.

I didn't realize

you were bringing a journalist with you.

Sir.

- Miss Crawford. No offense.

- None taken, General.

We're working together on this one, sir.

Really? What you got for me?

His name is Philip Keefer.

I put him in the hospital yesterday.

His name is Jack Baldwin.

- Not Keefer?

- No.

He's a former contract employee for the CIA.

You mean contract killer?

Ten years ago,

he was a deputy director's man.

He virtually ran the ISG.

General?

Who was the deputy director

of operations then?

Vaughn Stevens.

Stevens?

I know where you're headed with this,

but I'll stake my reputation.

The CIA had nothing to do

with the assassination of the President.

As a matter of fact,

the President was very close to the CIA.

What's curious about all this is...

Baldwin.

I mean, even with him in the picture,

there's no motive.

Question is, who would gain the most...

by the death of the President?

Like to stay for breakfast?

That's very generous of you, sir,

but I think it's best we get going.

- All right.

- Thank you again, General.

Remember, the deeper you dig...

the less you're gonna like what you find.

...understand that, right?

Of course I understand.

I'm in the middle of it as much as you are.

Why didn't you try calling me or something?

- I will, I'll call you Thursday.

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Until then, stiff upper lip. All right?

- Miss Crawford, aren't you here a bit early?

- It was light traffic.

Sorry to have surprised you.

- Who was that?

- No one important.

Really?

'Cause it looked like Judy Fincher

from WestLake Publishing.

You wouldn't be thinking about reneging

on our promised interview, would you?

I had heard that your editor

pulled the story. So?

- Really, you heard that?

- Yeah.

That's odd, I didn't hear that. Who told you?

Surely, you of all people should know...

that the grapevine in this town

reaches a lot of walls.

Well, did the grapevine also tell you

that I'm a freelancer?

So I can give my story

to anyone who wants it.

Let me just make this as clear to you

as I possibly can, Miss Crawford.

I am not at liberty to discuss Philip Keefer.

My hands are tied.

- That will not happen.

- That's okay.

Because I'm actually going to change

the angle of the article...

- and do it on Jack Baldwin.

- Good.

I'm sorry, I have to take this.

Hello? Yes. I can be right there.

Okay. Bye-bye.

- I'm so sorry. Can I reschedule?

- Of course.

Thank you.

- Hi, Brian.

- Kate.

- What did she want?

- Nothing. Just being a reporter.

- Hello.

- It's Agent Thomas.

Alex. How you doing?

I'm doing.

- I'm really sorry about everything.

- Yeah, me, too.

You meant a lot to him.

- He was gonna divorce her and marry you.

- I know.

I just want the President to be...

remembered as a good President and not...

Still protecting him, huh?

Well, don't worry, Agent Thomas.

What happened between me

and the President...

will stay between me and the President.

No one else needs to know.

Thanks.

- If you ever need anything...

- I won't.

Thanks.

Alex, what a surprise.

You never forget a thing, do you?

- What have you been up to lately?

- Oh, just working on my boat.

- And you?

- Working on my art.

I'm nearly finished.

Been waiting to show it to you.

What do you think?

I think a lot of things, to be honest.

Like maybe there wasn't

just one lone gunman.

What do you mean?

We have a suspect in the hospital.

Whatever is going on,

we'll find out soon enough.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It is beautiful.

You're too close.

You can't see it.

You have to see it

from the right perspective.

Try mine.

Wow. That is truly amazing.

So, are any of these powdered?

- Have I ever brought you anything else?

- No.

Take care of yourself.

- Here you go.

- Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Perfect timing.

Thank you.

Who won the last game?

Are those framed checks?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Alex.

Yeah.

You know what burns my ass?

The fact that Baldwin is still in the hospital

and he's still alive.

Thomas, why are you watching

that morbid tape?

We confiscated tapes

from five different cameras.

I'm sure I'm missing something.

- What is that?

- Well it's... My cell phone is dying.

So, I went to interview Stevens today...

and I saw the publisher, Judy Fincher,

coming out of his office.

I don't know what that's all about.

But I told him

that I was changing the angle of my story...

from Philip Keefer to Jack Baldwin.

And I could tell it shook him up.

Wait, stop. Pause it. Stop.

Do you see that?

- Detimore is so close to Stevens.

- Yeah, close enough to get a gun.

Call the police, the FBI, somebody,

we have to arrest him.

It's not enough to arrest him,

but it's definitely enough to confront him.

- Brian.

- Yeah?

- Find out where Stevens is right away.

- Okay, call you back.

Let's go.

You coming?

No.

I can't go with you.

We're the only two that know about this.

If you don't come back,

I'm the only one who knows the truth.

Well, then,

I guess the tape's in good hands...

partner.

- Martin.

- Yeah.

- He's at home.

- How do you know he's there?

Well, you know Stevens.

Whenever the wife is out of town,

things get busy at the mansion.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Vaughn, sir?

It's Agent Thomas.

Are you here?

Vaughn? It's Agent Thomas.

Vaughn?

- Alex, everything all right?

- In here.

Jesus.

Looks like a suicide.

Or someone wants us to think that.

When I pulled up,

I saw a woman driving away.

- Get forensics up here.

- I'll make the call.

- Hello.

- Kate, Jesus Christ, where've you been?

- No calls, no fax.

- I know.

I even told you an e-mail would work.

Yes. I'm sending you an e-mail right now

with the whole story.

Yeah, right.

Okay, listen, this thing is so much bigger

than any of us thought.

Okay, every lead that I've gone to is dead.

And I almost joined them.

- What?

- So, I'm typing it right now.

You should get it momentarily.

Listen, I gotta go.

My phone is running out of juice.

- No, don't hang... Don't.

- Okay, bye.

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