The Rendezvous Page #2

Of course.

This way.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

They're keeping the body

for now,

which gives us some leverage.

You think she's one of them?

No, no way.

You can't go by looks.

A lot of religious nut jobs

seem perfectly normal.

My first wife.

Next paycheck says she's

no cult member.

How about her brother?

Paycheck on him not being

a loony?

Nope.

No bets on the brother, but...

she doesn't know anything.

- All right. When's her flight?

- Tomorrow morning.

Take her to her brother's hotel.

Show her his room.

Maybe something will click.

They're holding

his body hostage.

It's a criminal investigation.

Governments get touchy

when the US

starts meddling

in their affairs of State.

It's also a tactic, they're

trying to put pressure on you.

Why?

- What do they think I know?

- A name, a number, an address.

What the carving

on his arm means.

They're looking for anything.

He needed money.

Okay, good, that's something.

Money for what?

Rachel, did David say why

he needed money?

He always needed money,

he just... he wasn't very good

at being a grown-up.

But did he say why this time?

He just said that things

got weird

and he needed to get

out of Jordan.

To where?

You know, if I had the answers

to your questions

I wouldn't be sitting here

trying to answer your questions.

Can you get his body released?

I can't, it's not my place.

[SIREN WAILING]

JAKE:
David Rozman's room, 702.

I'm so sorry, sir,

I can't do that.

The seventh floor is off-limits

at the moment.

It's impossible,

I can't help you.

I'm sure there's something

you can do.

US State Department...

in Jordan.

I still can't help you.

Thank you.

Hey.

[ELEVATOR CHIMES]

- What are you doing?

- Don't worry, I got this.

Got a few tricks up my sleeve.

Oh?

[DOOR SQUEAKING]

Way to go there, desk jockey.

- Yeah.

- Excuse me.

The police did this?

No.

Somebody broke in afterwards.

DAVID:
Keep closed,

keep them closed.

Okay, open them up!

Oh, David!

Aren't they beautiful?

Hey, look what I found.

An invitation to an event

last week University of Jordan.

You read Arabic?

It's in English on the back.

It's honoring

an archaeology professor,

Abdul Rahman Al Ahmad.

So, something that someone

might rent a tux for?

Professor Al Ahmad,

thank you for meeting with us.

I have only five minutes

before my lecture.

You wanted to know

about David Rozman.

Yes, he's my brother.

Well, then you know him

better than I do.

He's dead.

Under highly suspicious

circumstances...

Not that we think

you're involved in any way.

Actually, we kind of do.

We... we think that you

might know something.

My brother, who never wore

a suit in his entire life

rented a tuxedo in order

to go to your fundraiser

before he died.

He went straight from the party

to die out in the desert

and we were hoping that you

might have some information

as to how that could

have happened.

So, how did you know

David Rozman?

I met him, two weeks ago,

at the University.

He insisted we meet again,

so I gave him a time

to meet in my office.

Next day he calls and says,

he wants the meeting

in a public space.

My office wouldn't do.

People were after him.

He seemed unhinged,

so, I suggested he come

to our fundraiser.

And what did you talk about

at the party?

I never saw Mr. Rozman.

I was told he met with a woman.

She caused quite a scene.

I'm sorry, Professor,

what kind of a scene?

Who was this woman?

I don't know,

she's a drunk foreigner.

They left together.

Now, excuse me...

it's time for my class.

Um...

I bet you there's a list,

for the fundraiser

and that woman's name

is gonna be on it.

I'm guessing lonely nights,

watching Sherlock Holmes on TV

with ice cream and flannel PJs.

First of all, nobody wears

flannel in Los Angeles

and secondly,

a lot can be gleaned

from watching Sherlock Holmes.

- Can you get us a list?

- No.

Why not?

My job is to escort you

to ID your brother's body...

- No, Jake...

- I'm not investigating a crime.

They're not gonna release

his body if we don't find out

what happened to him, you heard

them, people were after him.

My job is also to keep you safe.

- You're my responsibility.

- My brother wasn't unhinged!

You haven't seen him

for three years.

Okay, fine, what's next?

- The airport hotel.

- What?

Look, I'm sorry

about your brother

but we're not here

to play detective.

You're getting

on that plane tomorrow.

JAKE:
I'm not putting you

in danger.

I wanna stay at David's hotel.

- No.

- Please!

Please, I can feel him there

and after tomorrow,

he's gonna be gone

and maybe you

can't understand that...

No!

We're not here

in an official capacity.

I'm sorry,

there are no rooms available.

Um...

we just need a place to stay.

For one night.

Queen-size bed?

- Two rooms.

- Two rooms.

[ELEVATOR CHIMES]

- Sure you're gonna be okay?

- Yep, there's a pool,

and I brought a swimsuit,

it helps me relax.

Good, you do that, you relax.

- Let the police do their work.

- Yep.

[TUBE LIGHT BUZZING]

RACHEL:
Two toothbrushes...

one of them

could be that woman's.

Yeah, of course there's no way

to know for sure

but, Ruthie, I found lingerie.

RACHEL:
Red, lacy,

sexy, just the kind that a woman

who makes scenes

in public would wear.

Yeah, okay, what does Agent

"what's-his-name" think?

He doesn't think.

All he does is follow the rules

and say, "no."

It sounds a little crazy, Rach.

I know, I know, it is crazy.

And David was sometimes

a little crazy.

Ruthie, I can't leave

until I find out what happened

to David.

All right, but, Rachel, be safe.

Okay.

[GIGGLING]

[ECHOES]

David!

[SHOWER RUNNING]

[WHISTLING]

[WHISTLING CONTINUES]

- Hey.

- Ah!

- Something wrong?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry...

- you scared me.

- I look that bad?

No, you look great.

There's a place

across the street

if you want to grab

dinner later.

Done.

Would you be offended

if I ordered a drink?

No, why would that offend me?

Because you're a Muslim, right?

You don't know many Muslims,

do you?

Please, have a drink, have two.

I'd join you, but I'm

on the job.

Yeah...

don't want to break any

of those State Department rules.

Can I take a rain check, though?

[ARABIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCTIVE CHATTER]

You ever hear the joke

about the Jew and the Muslim...

who went into a bar?

No.

Nor did I.

I don't think there is one.

I Googled it once.

I had to give a toast

at a friend's bachelor party.

He's a Palestinian guy...

married a Jewish girl.

- Seriously?

- Yeah, met on J-Date.

How?

He joined the site on a dare

and hit the J-jackpot.

And what did their families

think about that?

It was a pretty big deal,

as you can imagine.

You know, his mom had been

badgering him for years

to settle down with a good

Muslim Palestinian girl.

She'd been networking all her

friends and family

setting up introductions.

He was always on that,

um... you know,

HotMuslimLove.com.

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