No Way Out Page #6

If we can get the overlays to match,

we might pinpoint where she was.

So far, it looks like somewhere

near upper Chesapeake Bay.

Come in.

Excuse me, sir, have you

seen Major Donovan?

No.

Well, it's important

that I get this to him.

- What do you have here?

- We missed it the first time around.

It must have fallen

under the seat of her car.

I'll take care of this.

Very well, sir.

Was this a present?

- Yeah, he gave it to me.

- He has expensive taste.

It didn't cost him anything.

Some foreign minister gave it to him.

I pride myself on being a man

of forbearance and conciliation

but if you f*** me on this,

I'll crucify you!

I am not your rubber stamp.

You have run roughshod over

this office for twenty years.

And that's over.

Sir, you may disparage

your predecessors all you like

but I don't recall in the past

any secret investigation

that required the entire

Department of Defense

circumvented CIA and the FBI

and the Washington police.

Senator, we're not locked into

any position on the phantom sub.

- What are you saying?

- I'm just trying to allay

Senator Duvall's fears that

we might act peremptorily.

We will act the way

I decide on this matter.

Gentlemen, I don't see any point

in squabbling like children.

Mr. Pritchard, I'm encouraged by your

attitude. I'm sure your investigation

whatever it is,

is perfectly proper.

I must apologize for my

unseemly outburst.

It's just that I've been

sorely troubled.

That's perfectly

understandable, senator.

I'm certain that we can

reach an accommodation.

Gentlemen,

I'm deeply gratified.

Deeply gratified, and I hope

you'll forgive my imposition

on such a busy day.

- He's got us.

- This is insane. It's out of control.

Your cover story's

not gonna hold water.

Yes, it will, but you have to

have more moral courage.

Have you ever heard of a

woman named Nina Beka?

- No.

- Well, she's heard of you.

Instruct the CIA to get in

touch with you at your home.

I want you to remain there

and wait for the information.

You're not to call me.

I'll check in with you periodically.

Yes, sir.

- As quickly as possible.

- Okay.

Hey!

You two!

Scott, where are they going?

Laurel and Hardy,

where are they going?

Who's that, Tom?

- You know who I mean, the bookends.

- I sent them on an errand.

Tom. Tom. Tom!

Yes, sir, I'll...

I need a car,

it's an emergency.

I'm sorry commander,

CID's got everything.

This one.

Bring this one down.

You can't take that,

the lift is busted.

- The man's gonna fix it.

- Watch your toes.

Come on! Get out of there!

Get outta there right now!

Sh*t.

- Sh*t.

- Hi.

- Goddamn it, get him!

- Come on, hurry up!

Hey, what are you doing?

Are you crazy?

Hey, you okay?

- I'm sorry.

- Hey, slow down!

Look out!

Hey, you almost

killed a guy here!

I'm gonna get you,

motherf***er!

- Nina, come with me.

- Tom.

We can't talk here. Is there a

back way out of this place?

What happened to Susan?

Listen, we cannot talk here,

you're in danger, all right?

- What's going on?

- It doesn't...

- Can I go to my place?

- No, don't go there, they'll kill you.

Oh, my God!

You have to get lost,

and I mean really, really lost.

Thank you for before.

- Go.

- There he is!

Look out, he's got a gun!

I think we should go back

to the Pentagon, sir.

That was a stupid,

stupid thing you did.

I think you're crazy.

I'm going to save Brice,

no matter what it takes.

- I thought I already told you that.

- I don't believe there is a Yuri.

He's real enough, all right.

Yeah, but has nothing to do with

the murder of that girl, does he?

We'll find that out

when we catch him.

Not if those two get

to him first you won't.

Damn it!

I am tired of weakness.

I am faced with a grave problem,

and I intend to resolve

it quickly and cleanly.

You really are crazy.

You're f***ing cuckoo.

I won't be insulted by you,

and you're not to attempt to interfere

with this investigation again.

Do I make myself clear?

I quit.

Your resignation is not accepted.

Tom, be reasonable.

I'm deliberately shielding

you from full knowledge.

Just follow your orders and

everything will be all right.

Let him go!

Will you excuse me, please?

I hope you're not

calling your girlfriend.

Remember,

Big Brother's listening.

- I don't give a sh*t.

- Hello?

- Fox!

- Hello, sir.

The writing on the box is Arabic,

but it's in the Maghrebi dialect.

What they speak in Morocco.

What it says is kind of flowery,

but it boils down to:

"A gift to a true friend. "

Good boy,

you can come back now.

Oh, jeez.

The Polaroid just came online.

Not much to look at, is it?

No, it's not.

Don't gifts from

foreign governments

have to be registered with

the Office of Protocol?

- That's what they tell us.

- Are their files computerized?

Yes, of course

they would be in

the Department of State's

computer bank.

Can we access those files?

They're closed. You'll have to get

in touch with them tomorrow.

I can't get in touch with them.

- We can interface.

- Can you do it now?

There'll be hell to pay.

Tom, does it matter

to you that much?

Okay.

Thanks,

I'll be back in five minutes.

Come in.

What is it now?

I've been thinking it over

and maybe you're right.

Yes.

Let's just get this

whole business over with,

and I'm sorry I

blew up at you.

We're all very tired.

Tom,

when this is out of the way,

we can do great things here.

Well, first things first.

How we doing, Sam?

I'm into the State Department computer.

It was easy.

- Can you print that out for me?

- You got it.

A lot of paper. You were right

about the credit card receipts.

We found one from a gas

station in Annapolis.

Great.

These the new people

at the Pentagon?

Yeah, there are 4700

possibles so far.

But we've had a real break.

The CID has pinned down

your man's blood type.

- How'd they get that?

- Autopsy specimen.

There was a residue of

semen in the woman's body.

Blood type is A-positive.

That's pretty common,

but it'll help narrow the list.

You're a genius, Sam.

I am. I am. I am.

You should get some sleep.

You must be exhausted.

I know if I'm exhausted or not.

As you say.

You look like you just

stepped out of a bandbox.

You're actually enjoying this,

aren't you?

I'm just trying to do my job.

It would be a lot easier

if you'd stop attacking me.

I'm sorry, I'm just tired.

I've got a lot on my mind.

If it doesn't keep moving

towards a coherent image,

we just adjust the program.

You mean, you could stop it and

make it go in another direction?

We've been doing that all along,

but it looks like it's doing fine now.

I'm not so sure.

I think it's time

we had a talk.

I'm the one in

the picture, Sam.

You?

Susan Atwell was the

woman I've been seeing.

I had nothing to do

with her death.

I was in love with her.

Jesus,

you must feel terrible.

You're the only one I can tell that

this spy-hunt thing's a phony.

Yuri doesn't have anything

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