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He knew you were a reporter...

...but it wasn't any national conspiracy|he was covering up.

Remember catching the state senator's|bagman and it was his nephew's bookie?

You're gonna make|a real horse's ass of yourself.

He didn't know I was a reporter. I didn't|tell him, I didn't give him my name.

- Did you register at a hotel?|- Yeah, under a phoney name.

Boy, you amaze me. You go expecting|these things to happen and they do.

Just advance me two weeks' salary.

- For what?|- I gotta find Austin Tucker.

If anybody knows about this, he does.

I won't advance you a dime.

I don't care if your|self-serving ambition...

...gets you the Pulitzer prize.

I'm not gonna have|anything more to do with it.

- Joe...|- Can't help it.

I know.

Good shot. Good shot. You got a point.

Not bad, Riggsy.

- That's good. Hey,|babe, you're all right.

- Winning, huh?

Winning? I'm beating the sh*t out of him.

I'm Schwartzkopf, this is Riggs.

Harry Nelson. The Psych department|gave those vocational tests to you?

I'll go and get those tests.

We establish a centre for the study of|violence, they send us every nut in town.

- They get mean?|- Yeah. Vicious.

One of them bit the ear|off a colleague of mine.

It was OK, though,|we sewed it back on. Most of it.

I'm glad about that.

I'm not sure whoever made this|knew what they were after.

How you doing, Ernie?|It seems to be directing at...

...trying to pull out anger, repression,|frustration, stuff like that.

Could it pick up|potentially homicidal characteristics?

You mean a killer? Yeah, sure.

Would you be willing to go through it...

...and tell me what answers would come|from a highly violent personality?

Yeah, but it probably|wouldn't do much good.

This stuff's pretty sophisticated.|It's a lot different than my stuff.

It's not any better,|but it would be a difficult...

F*** it. We'll let Ernie take it.|He'll blow 'em right off the graph.

He hacked up his great-aunt|and killed two ticket-takers.

Ernie?

Come here, boy.

I'd like you to meet somebody.|What's your name again?

Nelson. Harry Nelson.

Harry Nelson, Ernie.

Joe Frady? Looking for Austin Tucker?

D'you wanna see him?

Leave your car here.

- I have to do a skin search.|- A what?

You're gonna strip|and I'm gonna search you.

- Are you out of your f***ing mind?|- That's the way Mr Tucker wants it.

And if I don't see you,|you don't see him. All right?

All right, Mr Frady,|who sent you to look for me?

- Nobody sent me.|- Now, look...

I've come 1,300 miles to get|a straight answer to that question.

- My life is in danger just being here.|- Who really sent you?

- Nobody sent me.|- Keep your voice down.

Nobody sent me. I'm a writer...

Stop acting like|you're on The New York Times.

You're a third-rate|journalist from Oregon...

...or wherever the hell you're from.

You've been asking about things|you know nothing about.

There were two attempts|made on my life.

I don't know what you want,|but if it's money...

...I'll give you|$10,000 to keep me out of it.

You don't mention my name|or come looking for me.

All I want is to stay out of it.

Money means nothing to me. This story's|gonna mean more to me than $10,000.

Fella, you don't know|what this story means.

We better talk.

Have you seen this photograph?

It was taken|on the Space Needle that day.

There's me, Lee, Bridges...

You know that man?

- The waiter?|- Yeah. You know his name?

- No, why?|- Just curious.

Lee, Bridges, Joy Holder. Lutz.

Herbie.

Who would have thought?

Sorry, Bill, I didn't mean to scare you.

You're supposed to be dead.|Goddammit. You could have called me.

I was scared shitless|they'd think I was still alive.

- You mean nobody knows?|- Nobody but you.

- Hey, Bill, what's that?|- Tomorrow's lead.

I'm demanding a reopening|of the Carroll investigation.

- Who are you calling?|- The police, FBI, CIA, somebody.

Bill... Don't do it.

You suggesting they're involved?|Or that they covered up?

There is a bureaucratic tendency|to cover up mistakes...

...but I got no reason to think|any governmental agency was in on it.

Or if they were, that they knew it.

You don't have to infiltrate|the whole agency.

It's not only to do with|the Carroll assassination.

Whoever's behind this...

...is in the business of|recruiting assassins.

Recruiting assassins?

I think I got some of their entrance|exams. If I'm right, I'm gonna enlist.

If you print anything|now, I'll be exposed.

You alone can uncover|what all the agencies couldn't?

Maybe. I'm just asking you not to print|anything until I get more evidence.

You'll blow my chance|to find out who's behind it.

- What do you expect me to print?|- My obituary.

I wanna pre-date a will,|name you as executor.

Pick up my things,|give them to the Salvation Army.

Make a big show out of it.

I'm dead and I wanna|stay that way for a while.

It's about $340. It's all I've got here.

You're gonna need the money.

Hope you know|how to take care of yourself.

I hope you do. You're gonna be the only|person who knows what I'm doing.

- Who is it?|- Richard Paley?

- Who is it?|- Are you Richard Paley?

Who?

Who wants him?

Congratulations.|You had some very interesting scores...

...on the first series|of tests for Parallax.

- Testing for what?|- The Parallax Corporation.

You did apply for our|training, didn't you?

Oh, Christ, that.

As you know, Parallax receives demands|from all phases of industry.

Demands for unusual personnel.

If you qualify, and|we think that you can...

we're prepared to offer you|the most lucrative and rewarding work.

- What do you get out of it?|- We receive a sort of finder's fee.

As I said, the jobs|are difficult to fill.

- How tall are you?|- Six-two.

- What kind of jobs you talking about?|- Whatever you're cooking is burning.

You might as well come in.

I'm Jack. Jack Younger.

But we like to be on a first-name basis|with potential candidates.

You look taller than six-two.

What does my height|have to do with anything?

Put some ice on it.|It'll stop the sting and the blister.

Your tests suggest|that you have remarkable talents.

- What do you mean by "talents"?

- You have difficulty|holding on to a job.

I just don't like to|take a lot of sh*t...

...so people say I got|antisocial tendencies.

Has it ever crossed your mind...

...that it's everybody else's problem|that they don't get along with you?

- Why?

- The very quality|that gets you in trouble...

...makes you potentially invaluable.

- What's that?|- Your aggressiveness.

I don't wanna intrude on you|while you're eating.

Get in touch with me personally|if you'd like to go further.

It's been a pleasure, Richard.

Welcome to the testing room...

...of the Parallax Corporation's|Division of Human Engineering.

You will now please cross to the chair.

And you will sit down.

Make yourself comfortable.

Be sure to place each one of your hands|on the box on either side of the chair...

...making sure that each one of your...

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