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the line than yours, isn't it?

Sully.

Frediano, how you doing?

Good. Have something for you.

Let's see.

Your receipt.

Gentlemen, always a pleasure.

It's me.

Your music has arrived.

Get Mr. Morehart down here.

-It's me.

-Lee?

I heard about Donahue. Are you okay?

I'm fine.

-I shouldn't have trusted them.

-Of course not. The Feds are idiots.

They'll blow the case or bury it.

The Feds are here.

They're watching.

Let me write this story and I'll

nail Cyrez all over the front page.

It may not be safe to

talk on this phone.

I'll call you.

Wait. Did you make a copy?

-Yeah.

-That's your insurance, Lee.

Go public. They don't dare touch you.

Lee, what's wrong?

I don't know. I got to go.

Hi, baby.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you. How are you doing?

So you just let yourself into my house?

I've worried about you.

I haven't heard from you in days.

There's nothing to talk about.

It's over.

You know that.

Come on.

That doesn't hurt you to say that?

It hurt me 3 months ago.

But after the phone calls, after

the notes on my car, and tonight...

...it's getting a lot easier.

Get down.

Who're you seeing?

Come on, Darryl.

I know you're seeing someone.

Let's see who that is.

What's this?

And a card.

Get down!

Oh, sh*t! Go, go, go!

Come here!

Stay down.

I don't have a shot.

You, go, go.

-What are you doing?

-Lighting a fuse.

Are you hit?

Are you bleeding?

I don't think so.

-Are they following us?

-No. Just calm down.

You'll be fine.

I'm not fine.

They tried to kill me!

Darryl's dead.

You're alive.

Keep you that way.

Your hand.

There's a first aid kit under your seat.

That weapon, or whatever it was...

...was from your company, wasn't it?

It's an E.M. prototype.

It's not supposed to exist.

E.M.?

Electromagnetic pulse.

No gunpowder, no conventional bullets.

They fire aluminum rounds at

almost the speed of light.

A rail gun.

Yeah, that's another name for them.

The Navy's worked on them for years.

The smallest one I've heard of

is mounted on a battleship.

Cyrez was contracted

to scale them down...

...to design a compact

hypervelocity, pulse weapon...

...most powerful assault rifle on earth.

They took millions, then

said it was impossible.

They looked real enough to me.

Maybe Cyrez found a higher bidder.

They're connected everywhere:

Defense, CIA, NSA...

...maybe even your people.

Still want to put them away?

Yes.

I'll hide you until the hearings.

No one will know where.

Not my boss, not WITSEC.

No one.

Can you do that?

The Feds knew it'd be a death sentence

for you, and let you walk right into it.

I'm stupid.

You trusted them, that's all.

Now, trust me.

This is Morehart.

We have a problem.

Go ahead. This line's secure.

The Cullen woman is still alive.

Are you serious?

It gets worse.

She has a disk.

She tried to access our program with it.

Do you have any idea the risk

I took to get this back?!

I know. She must have made a duplicate.

Then get it.

Whatever it takes!

Understood.

One other thing.

I checked her phone records.

And?

She called a woman named lsaacs.

A reporter for the Washington Herald.

I see.

You know what has to be done.

Do it.

The Joint Chiefs are ready.

I'll be right there. Thank you.

That's it. That's everything I am.

That's nothing.

It's a few numbers and some plastic.

What you are is in here.

No one can take that from you.

They'll try.

We'll stop them.

I need the rest.

That's all.

No. This.

This?

It's St. George.

It's silly, but when I was a kid I

used to have nightmares about dragons.

He watched over you.

Yeah.

Well, that's my job now.

Get some sleep.

We leave at dawn.

Okay.

Night.

There's a place I know where

it's easy to disappear.

There's a woman there I helped.

She testified against the

yakuza bosses in San Francisco.

Her new name is Mei-Ling.

You'll be safe with

her until the hearings.

Your new name is Deborah Elliott.

You think of me as a "Deborah?"

I don't know.

I could have used

something more fun, like...

...Debbie?

Deb?

Deborah's fine.

AAA credit.

What's my limit?

It is not a license to shop.

I want you to lay low right now.

Mei-Ling will take care of you.

You know the signal.

Go straight to the pay

phone and wait for my call.

It's a public place, with

And...

...l work alone.

If anyone comes to you

and claims I sent them...

...use this.

You just pull the trigger.

I guess I won't see you again.

If everything goes well...no.

At least not until the trial.

Thanks.

Thank me when it's over.

Undersecretary of Defense Daniel Harper...

...spoke before Congress

today about the Cyrez scandal.

Private contractors are

within parameters...

...of Defense Department spending.

I look forward to the Cyrez

hearing. I'm confident...

...we'll be vindicated of

mismanagement of funds.

Thank you, Mr. Chairman,

for the opportunity.

Thanks for coming.

You know I don't like

meeting outside of work.

It's not my choice.

Are they with you?

Yeah.

Whether I like it or not....

Listen, John...

...we've got a problem.

What's up?

Someone's murdering our witnesses.

We've got 3 confirmed

kills in the last 48 hours.

-Who?

-Not one of yours.

Not one of mine. Not yet.

-Did they break cover?

-No.

No, that is the problem.

And there's no way anyone could

know all 3 of their locations.

There's a mole inside WITSEC.

Beller thinks so. He may be right.

All 3 singers were witnesses in

some high profile federal cases.

All with international ties.

That's our common thread.

Other singers fit the profile.

Six.

One's yours and one's mine. So...

...we have to replant them immediately.

The jet is fueling as we speak.

I work alone.

You know that.

Not today.

Beller's orders.

Buddy system, CIA escorts...

...3 teams. We're one of them.

Fine.

We do yours first.

This is John Kruger.

These are agents Schiff and Calderon.

I forgot which is which.

-I'm Schiff.

-And I'm Calderon.

Know her?

Should l?

She was reporting on Cyrez.

It could be connected to your witness.

Did someone take her out?

Peeled her like an onion.

If she knew anything, she talked.

This here is Deputy Monroe.

He's one of ours.

Monroe, you're looking at

a legend:
Mr. John Kruger.

-Deputy.

-Sir, it's a pleasure.

Nice rig.

-How many of these you got?

-Three.

Different parts of the country.

Handy for quick relocates. Sometimes

we run violent felons for the Feds.

Chauffeurs for degenerates.

Don't you get tired of babysitting scum?

Yeah.

But in your case, we'll

make an exception.

Who the hell does he think he is?

He thinks he's the best guy in the game.

I think he's right.

Try not to piss him off.

You're east.

You're west.

You're north. Here.

We've got the boathouse,

garage, back door.

Front entrance.

You and me, buddy.

I don't want to get shot today.

Keep your safeties on.

We'll find her inside baking muffins.

This is my witness.

Her name is Allison.

She's a very nice lady.

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