The Company You Keep Page #3

I need your help.

Go ahead.

Ray, who's your best reporter?

Mansfield.

- Mansfield?

Bullshit.

Please, have a seat.

- Look...

So, at first I think Grant is trying to

link up with the others,

help negotiate a deal, bring them in,

like Solarz tried.

Yeah, well... that would make a good story.

- It gets so much better...

So I go and I look at the man's history,

right, see if he has any known

associations to the Weathermen.

Nothing.

- So?

Nothing on the man at all...

the man doesn't exist before 1979.

Look at this...

I had it wrong, Ray.

He's dead.

Jim Grant is not trying to represent

Mimi Lurie or Nick Sloan.

Jim Grant is Nick Sloan.

I'm tired.

- I know, sweetheart, but we have to get an early start.

For school?

- No, we're not going to school.

Then where are we going?

- Well, we're gonna go on a little trip.

A trip?

- Uh-huh.

Breaking news this morning

from the Albany Sun-Times

reporting former seventies radical fugitive

Nicholas Sloan has been discovered in Albany,

living as a lawyer

named James Grant.

Sloan is wanted for murder, and has been

on the run for more than thirty years.

Alright people, what do we have on Grant?

His EasyPass paid a toll at 4 this morning

on I-87, heading north,

ah, the border's already been alerted.

We have an agent talking to his secretary.

- Why don't we have a better picture of Grant?

We're working on it.

- Well, what about from his house?

Just waiting on the warrant.

Their bodies are so bendy.

Do you know this one's name?

Border security cams are still being

checked, there's no matches yet.

Does Grant have any family?

- A daughter, 11.

Is she with him? Call the school.

- She didn't show.

Both parents deceased,

brother in New York.

Alright, put a tail on the brother,

I want bank accounts, credit cards,

tracked not frozen.

Where are we on the Title three?

I wanna bug every place

this guy is known to go, I mean...

somebody, somewhere knows something,

and someone's going to talk.

Now, come on people, this guy's been

making us look bad for thirty years now.

Let's not be stupid.

Welcome to the Rosewood.

May I take those, sir?

- No thanks, we're fine.

Right this way...

Just one moment...

There you go!

- Thank you.

Enjoy your stay, Mister Graves.

- Thank you.

What's that?

What happened?

- It's behind the napkin.

What?

- "What?"

Evil eyes.

So, tell me something... what, uh...

What was the best thing that happened to you today?

Um... well... I got a pet seal,

well, not pet seal,

but a little seal doll.

And does it... did you give it a name?

I named her Harper.

Harper? Why Harper?

- Yeah... 'Cause it's a harbor seal...

Har-bor.

- Yeah. So it's Harper. Harbor. Harper. Harbor.

Oh, I get the connection.

So, right... well where is it? Where's Harper?

Hmmm... not there.

Somethin' you should love you

should keep close to, you know?

We're disappointed in you.

- Hah! You're disappointed in me!

Daniel Sloan is on the move,

we're tracking him.

See you soon.

Daniel Sloan has stopped at

the Rosewood Hotel.

We're keeping a safe distance.

You two canvas the stairs.

You take the elevators.

Hey, what's that noise?

It's a goddamn fire alarm.

Okay, lock down the building now,

no one goes in or out.

Not if there's a fire.

Daddy? Dad!

Come on!

Okay, what the hell is happening?

- They're evacuating the building.

Sh*t! It's a diversion!

Contact the local police and fire department,

notify them that we have a dangerous fugitive,

send them a description of Nicholas Sloan.

Alright, what do we have on the brother, and where is he?

- I have no idea...

and the place is completely jammed,

and there's too many people... I can't...

I got him!

East stairwell!

Don't move!

Stay right there!

Monroe's got him! Don't move!

- I'm her uncle! The girl is my niece.

I'm her guardian, I have papers.

- Let me see!

Don't be scared,

it's okay, honey.

He's got custody papers,

it's Sloan's daughter.

Jesus Christ.

- Alright, he handed her off, he can't be far.

Send the second team down to the basement,

and post two officers outside.

Charles, around the corner. You come with me.

Eyes on the crowd.

Subway! Woods,

let's check the subway.

Nothin' here.

- Let's go.

Sir, we can't find him.

- Come on, people.

Sir, how long have you been in contact with Nicholas Sloan?

- No comment.

Is that his daughter?

- No comment! I wanna get her home.

Fugitive terrorist Nicholas Sloan had apparently

been practicing law in Albany for three decades,

under the name James Grant, before he was exposed

recently by a reporter from the Albany Sun-Times.

This sh*t should already be over.

We need better intel.

We've grilled the brother.

Have we gotten anything out of Sharon Solarz?

- No, she's refusing to talk.

She'll talk to the local reporter,

she's already said.

Well, what do we know about him?

- He's... nothing reporter, local.

Okay... let's get him in.

Can you try and pull it together?

- Of course.

I'm serious. Cornelius is already pissed.

- Yeah.

Hello there.

- I'm Special Agent Cornelius, you must be Shepherd.

Yep.

The prisoner is considered dangerous,

you do not accept anything from her.

No letters, packages, or messages of any kind.

Your time starts now.

Hello.

- Wow, you're much younger than I thought you'd be.

Well, that's always nice to hear.

I didn't mean it as a compliment.

Well... still, thank you.

- You did me a favor when you wrote that article.

I wouldn't mistake it for sympathy.

No... just clarity.

Yeah... clarity.

So, let's talk clarity.

Okay.

You were on your way to

New York to turn yourself in?

How does Billy Cusimano fit in?

- Billy's my friend, and he did nothing but encourage me to...

turn myself in if I thought that

that would bring me peace.

Mmm... you know his phone was tapped?

- Yeah. They got lucky.

And you got unlucky.

- Yeah.

Why now, after thirty years?

You don't have kids, do you?

- No, I... I barely have furniture.

Well, if you do, you

realize that they change you.

I have two, a boy and a girl...

- Mm-hmm.

and I waited until I thought they were

old enough to be able to handle it,

but still young enough that... I can...

So was it a crisis of conscience?

Hmm?

Remorse for past transgressions

that became intolerable?

The past thirty years in a sentence! Ha.

Wow, it must be nice to see

the world so cleanly.

Didn't you once?

Most of us led very sheltered lives,

we had no real relationship with violence.

But at that time, all these...

kids were... taking to the streets

in, uh, Japan, and France, China, Angola,

There was revolution, and I

wanted to be part of it.

Sure! Sounds groovy.

You think we were all just a...

bunch of doped up hippies running around.

It was hardly groovy,

our government was murdering millions,

and we could see...

horrifying images, on the news... magazines,

My Lai, Selma...

made us crazy, we didn't know what to do, we...

we, uh, protested, we sat in, we got our sculls cracked

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