Guarding Tess Page #6

Actually it's a little

more serious than that.

She has an inoperable brain tumor.

Did any of you know that?

We'll have fiber and fingerprint

reports by late afternoon.

And a note was found

in the car's glove compartment...

demanding $15 million.

That's about it, except

we're gonna need these offices.

You can all go home

if you want to.

That's the best thing to do,

I think. Thanks.

Well. Let's...

get any personal stuff

and get out.

What's with that nonsense

about Middle Eastern terrorists?

Can you imagine a bunch of Arabs

slipping around Summersville unnoticed?

What about this plastic syringe in

the car? Does that bother anybody else?

If these guys are such pros,

why would they leave that behind?

It had to be left there on purpose.

How long has she been gone?

Twenty-two hours and 30 minutes.

- Doug, can I get a ride with you?

- Yes.

Mrs. Carlisle...

hired me.

I know, Kimberly.

We'll find her.

When others wouldn't.

Make this quick.

I'm busy.

I want you to think about this.

Mrs. Carlisle's sitting

in the back of the Lincoln, right?

If she's been taken against her will,

she know she won't just take that.

She's gonna take

some form of action.

What does she have

in the back seat as a weapon?

- I don't know.

- Cigarette lighter, right in the door.

Makes a crescent-shaped burn.

You getting anywhere?

We'll know more

when all the lab stuff comes in.

If there's anything I can do,

Mr. Shaeffer...

or Doug, just ask me.

Thank you.

Can we have a look at your neck?

Yeah, I guess.

What for?

It's just such a peculiar thing.

Let me get a nurse

to help with the bandage.

What's this about?

He just wants to see the burns.

He thinks they're

the key to this case.

- The burns?

- Yeah.

I told them, I don't know how they

got there because I was unconscious.

- Could you sit up, please?

- Okay.

- What do you think?

- About the burns?

- We got a couple of ideas.

- Like what?

Just ideas.

I certainly hope you're not

gonna try to pin this on me.

I wasn't the one who arranged...

for Mrs. Carlisle to be

out in the middle of nowhere...

and guarded by only one agent.

And I also wasn't the one who...

hated Mrs. Carlisle with a vengeance.

That was Agent Chesnic here.

Did he tell you that?

- You hated her?

- With a vengeance.

- I actually like her very much.

- They argued all the time.

Isn't that right?

Is that normal for an agent

to be arguing with is...

No. Of course it's not.

You should be asking him the questions.

He hated her guts.

Look, look.

She treated these guys like dirt.

You know what I mean? She threw them

all out of the house a few weeks ago.

Can I have a cigarette?

Sorry, don't smoke.

Why are you suddenly so upset?

I'm not upset.

Well, wouldn 't you be?

Look, I may be only the driver...

but I'm at least

smart enough to know...

that you guys are not gonna leave town

without putting somebody in jail...

and that somebody

doesn't have to be guilty.

I know how you guys operate.

You did it. Didn't you, Earl?

The hell with you, okay, Dougie?

It was easy, wasn't it?

Will you get him out of my face?

I'm not putting up with this.

- All right.

- Okay.

But I'm gonna have to warn you that

the FBI now considers you a suspect.

- That's just terrific.

- I suggest you get a lawyer soon.

Don't you worry.

I'm gonna protect myself.

Where is she?

Where is she?

Speak to my lawyer, Agent Dougie.

All right, that's it for now.

No more questions, but we're going

to have to have you available to us.

At our convenience.

All right?

Oh, no, Doug.

Let's not be stupid here, all right?

- Where is she?

- I don't know.

Doug, we're the good guys, okay?

We don't do stuff like this.

Don't you get it? I'm the only witness,

and he wants to kill me.

- Doesn't that tell you anything?

- Come on, Doug.

- I'm telling you to holster your pistol.

- Jesus help me.

Goddamn it, Doug,

put that gun away.

You're already in so much trouble!

- He's gonna tell me.

- I don't know anything.

We can't use it.

Not like this!

I'm going to count to five...

then I'll shoot off your toe.

Oh. God!

And then I'm gonna count to five

and shoot another toe.

I don't know anything!

Will you get that through your...

Are you crazy? Are you?

- He didn't count!

- Five. Four...

You're going to prison.

Will you just listen to me?

If he is involved...

- Nurse. Should we call the police?

- Yes, and the FBI!

If he is involved,

then she knows it.

And if she knows it,

her life is worthless.

They have to f***ing kill her!

We don't have time to meet his lawyer!

- God help me!

- Five. Four...

three, two...

Okay! Okay!

They've got her

in an abandoned farmhouse.

- An abandoned farmhouse?

- Yeah.

I don't think so. Five...

I swear to God. I swear to God.

Doug, really, listen.

It's my sister and her husband.

Check it out.

It wasn't my idea!

I swear to God!

They made me do it!

Mrs. Carlisle's all right, Doug...

because my sister

is taking very good care of her.

Freeze!

You have the right

to remain silent.

- She's over here.

- Where?

There. She's down there.

What?

Take that off.

You buried her?

Jesus Christ. She alive?

Yeah. Pretty sure.

You put her down there, what?

Over 30 hours ago?

This is not a young woman.

Better start praying.

What did you do?

What did you do?

Take it easy!

Get him out of her e!

Look how deep this is.

They weren't gonna dig this woman up.

Keep her alive for a day or two,

in case you had to have her...

just cut the ventilation and walk.

- Who let you back in?

- We want to dig. We're responsible.

You're upset. Wait outside.

Let the experts do it.

Okay, dig.

Get out of there.

- Give these men the shovels.

- Thank you.

Give me the shovel.

- I think I found something!

- Pull up the pipe.

Is she down there?

Mrs. Carlisle?

Ma'am?

Somebody get a power saw.

Come on, move!

I want soap, water and blankets.

Nobody sees her like this.

Sir, that's too many.

- We're getting on.

- No can do, pal.

All right. We'll meet them

at the hospital.

- What do you think?

- She's alive. That's all I know.

Come on, guys. Snap it up!

Hey! Anybody out here

named Douglas Chesnic?

Doug Chesnic!

I'm Chesnic.

What is it?

Lady's awake, sir. Says she's not going

without her Secret Service detail.

- Is that you guys?

- That's us.

Can you come aboard?

Yeah. We can do that.

Wait one second, sir.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

I have to throw some of you off.

- She gonna be all right?

- Looks like it.

Where have you been?

Looking for you.

How long did it take you to figure out

the cigarette lighter burns?

About 22 hours.

Oh, Douglas, it was so obvious.

No it wasn't.

Nobody got it but me.

I can hardly believe that.

- It's true.

- Howard Shaeffer, FBI.

If I may say, ma'am, Agent Chesnic

is the reason we found you.

- If he hadn't shot a man...

- Shot a man?

Yes, ma'am.

You finally got to shoot

somebody, huh, Douglas?

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