The Package Page #3

- Thank you very much.

What the hell is goin' on here?

Let the provost marshal

figure it out.

She's not home.

You gotta report in.

I'm off.

I'll give you a ride.

- You got the number of his cab?

- I got it.

- We clean here?

- We're clean.

Make the call.

Where's your next assignment?

Bragg?

Yeah.

You still living

with that swab jockey?

"Swab jockey."

Yeah, the sailor.

I know what "swab jockey" means.

No, I'm no longer living

with Lieutenant Commander Wycross.

Good, because he was a real jerk.

So you're living alone?

Yeah, sometimes.

What does that mean?

It means that sometimes I live alone

and sometimes I don't live alone.

- For how long?

- A while.

What's a while?

- A big mammal that swims in the ocean.

- Oh, come on.

- So you're alone, right?

- I said so!

No, you said sometimes you live alone

and sometimes you don't live alone.

It's like you're jumping

in and out of bed on a regular basis.

I don't wanna talk about

my personal life with you.

- I was just trying to be friendly.

- No, you weren't.

Do me a favor and keep your nose

out of my P's and Q's.

That's funny!

And some kind of friend you are. You

don't ask about my health or my career.

- How's your health?

- You just wanna talk about my sex life.

How's your career?

Madison Wabash,

transfer to Ravenswood.

Please keep away from the edge

of the platform. Watch your step.

I'll call you. Okay?

You're still a pain in the ass,

Johnny Gallagher.

Really?

Sergeant.

Oh, for Christ's sake!

Johnny!

- Tom Marth.

- How you doin', buddy?

- What are you doing here?

- I'm stationed at headquarters company.

- How about yourself?

- In transit.

I'll be a son of a gun. I still owe you

for saving my ass that time in Fort Dix.

- You can buy.

- I'm gonna buy you a gallon!

John Gallagher.

I need to see the provost marshal.

Good to see you.

- Sergeant Gallagher.

- Yes, sir?

You're under house arrest.

We have an apprehension order

on you...

for questioning regarding the murder

of a woman this morning in Arlington.

Ruth, I owe you one for this.

Be with you shortly.

Why would someone want to take the place

of a guy going to prison?

He gets into the country

without a passport.

He's here,

no one knows he's here.

Yeah, that explains

the fight at the airport.

It was like a setup.

Must be a very important guy.

What'd he talk about?

Must have been something about him

that rang true.

I don't know.

Who the hell knows

what's the truth and what's a lie?

Why does he want

to smuggle himself in?

If he isn't Walter Henke...

where's the real Henke?

- Hey, Walter.

- Karl?

- Karl Richards. How are you?

- Let's go.

Yeah, well, it ain't gonna

happen here in Chicago!

You think they're not gonna hold out

a couple hundred ICBMs...

somewhere up in Siberia?

Martin, meet Walter Henke.

Wants to be part of our effort.

Nice to meet you.

Have a seat.

Proud to be here.

And if you don't...

we got a whole lot of nuclear hell

we're gonna bring down and rain on you!

And what do you think

this governors conference is about?

I think it's about

jumpin' on the peace wagon...

which, incidentally, is the same wagon

my daddy used to haul fertilizer in...

and it's got

the same ingredients in it!

We show only one court-martial

on a Special Forces advisor...

who served in Salvador.

Let's go in here.

Come on.

Thomas Boyette. Assault, AWOL. He

got a dishonorable about ten years ago.

Look at this...

"Vietnam, Guatemala...

Thailand, Philippines, Salvador,

Silver Star, Bronze Star..."

Who is this guy, Sgt. Rock?

Operation Sundown.

What was that?

- It's too secret for our file.

- What about these reference numbers?

It means further information,

higher clearance.

Oh, damn it.

Wait, let me call in some markers

at the Pentagon...

and run this stuff through.

Are you sure? You've stuck your neck out

so far on this already.

- If you get into "need-to-know" areas...

- Don't worry about it.

Once I get something, I'll call you.

Now get out of here.

Thanks, Ruth.

So, did you sit on Santa's lap?

Did you tell him I was a good boy?

I gotta go.

I'll call you back.

Garrett here.

We got something

you ought to know about.

Yes, sir, I understand.

But it's unauthorized.

Someone's accessing

a Thomas Boyette.

Lieutenant Colonel Gallagher.

Eileen, something weird has come up

on this Boyette guy.

- We could be in over our heads on this.

- Ruthie, what's going on?

I'll meet you at your car in 10 minutes.

And don't speak to cops, MPs, anybody.

- Did you get a good look at her?

- Sure. She stuck out.

She was this stunning,

black military officer.

Then she crossed the street, they made

a U-turn and just plowed into her.

Did you get a look

at the men?

Gallagher?

Get up, Sergeant.

You got a phone call.

Ruth's dead.

What?

She found something.

She was scared,

and she told me to meet her by my car.

When I got there, she was in the street.

They're calling it a hit-and-run.

- Where are you?

- At a phone booth.

You go home.

I'll meet you there.

- But you're restricted to the base.

- Just go home.

Marth, it's John.

I got a problem.

I gotta get out of here.

Listen... No, listen to me.

Get some wheels, meet me on the road

by the gate, five minutes.

Hey, Top.

We got a release and transfer for a man

restricted here... Sgt. John Gallagher.

- I'm getting out of here.

- You're restricted!

- Eileen is in trouble.

- And you're not?

- I need to use your car.

- It's a truck.

All right, a truck!

What do you say?

In the back, under that tarp!

Colonel Gallagher?

Yes?

Ralph Burns, Arlington Police.

My partner, Tom Garcia.

What's this all about?

Sgt. John Gallagher, ma'am.

He says he was with you

for a period of time this afternoon.

Yeah?

We'd appreciate it if you'd accompany us

to the station and sign a statement.

He needs all the help

he can get.

Okay, sure.

Help! Help!

Get in there! Come on!

Get down!

Go!

Stay down!

Terez!

What in the devil

is that all about?

- One of the clowns from the airport.

- He's dead.

- I'm parked over here.

- Okay.

- Get out of here.

- What? I'm not leaving now.

- We're okay.

- Okay? There's a dead body here!

Look at this. Arlington, Virginia

Police Department ID.

Illinois driver's license

under the name Ralph Terez.

A return ticket to Chicago

under the same name.

- Our boy Ralphie gets around.

- Sure does.

Business card.

Real estate broker, Chicago.

- Henke was from Chicago.

- That's where we're gonna go.

- Johnny, we have to get some help.

- Like who?

I don't know.

Some real cops.

Yeah. I know a guy in Chicago

I can trust.

Oh, great. Chicago.

There's your rental car there.

I'll get those license plates.

How can I leave Washington?

What about Ruth?

- You're not gonna do her any good here.

- How do we know...

Goddamn it, I don't know!

I don't know anything...

except if we're gonna get out of this

alive, we'll have to do it on our own.

These people can be

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