The Sentinel Page #2

I know you want me to kill you.

- Excuse me.

- Yeah. Sorry.

- So, all of these are from last week?

- That's about half of them.

And then... there are the verbal threats.

He's a dead man.

I'm gonna kill him and his whole family.

He's ruining this country,

and I'm gonna gut him like a fish.

- They sound worse in English.

- Yeah.

We got this guy yesterday.

Did you translate this?

No.

- But whoever did, is not a native speaker.

- How do you know that?

Well, he translated here...

And that literally means,

"to put pressure on him, he bit the guy."

As if he was being tortured.

But that's not what it means here.

It's slang. It means he bribed him.

He didn't bite him.

Good.

We need to talk.

I think you have a little spinach

or something in your teeth.

I want you to route all calls

through to my cell.

You picked a hell of a day

to start your field work.

- Button up your jacket.

- Why? What going on?

Dispatch, this is Charlie 9.

Units on scene.

- Here comes the Secret Service.

- I really don't need them breathing down my neck.

What the hell do they know

about investigating murder?

She can breathe down my neck.

But not him.

Agents Breckinridge and Marin.

Secret Service.

- You guys bring lunch?

- Not today.

The way I see it, he hands over the wallet.

As the guy reaches for it,

Merriweather goes for his gun.

Bad guy shoots him first.

- You think this is a street crime?

- In my gut, yeah.

You know my problem with gut feelings?

Once you have them,

the only evidence you see

is the evidence that reinforces

your gut feeling.

- Human nature.

- There's no money left in his wallet,

and there's been a series of

robberies here the last two months.

You have some reason to think

it wasn't a robbery?

Well, Agent Merriweather spent the last 25 years

honing his ability to sense danger,

to notice anything outside of the ordinary.

So for some average street criminal to get

the drop on him, yeah, it raises some questions.

Not to mention that he's been

shot here twice with a. 45.

I'm gonna take a guess here, but from your initial

canvassing, I bet you no one heard anything.

Any homicide cop will tell you that sort

of thing happens all the time.

Yeah, I bet they would, Detective.

- Rosario.

- Hola, Mrs. Sarah.

Anyone want anything to eat or drink?

- No, thanks, ma'am. I think we're fine.

- Well, I'm hungry.

Tom, why don't you sweep downstairs

and go for dinner?

I'll sweep upstairs,

sit post till the shift change.

- You sure? You've been on as long as me.

- You gonna make me change my mind?

Detective, if you take a look

at the bullet mark on the doorjamb,

you'll see the slug didn't penetrate.

It's cedar, which is a soft wood.

It gets brittle with age.

So what are you saying?

Bad guy used a silencer.

That's why nobody heard it.

And that's what slowed down

the velocity of the bullet,

and stopped it from penetrating the wood,

which it easily would have done, had it

been traveling at its normal rate of speed.

The shooter was standing right here.

One other thing, Detective. Excuse me.

Agent Merriweather's firearm...

The safety's still on.

We assumed he just didn't

have time to flick it off.

Agent Marin, why don't you explain

to the detectives why that is unlikely.

Well, if he was a police officer, it would make

sense, because your academy trains you

to draw your weapon and flip

the safety in two separate actions

to avoid accidental shootings.

Our academy trains us to draw

and flip in a single motion.

If he managed to draw his weapon,

his safety should have been off.

A protective agent maybe draws his weapon

once an entire presidential term.

When we draw our weapon,

we intend to use it.

Bottom line, Agent Merriweather

was assassinated.

I want the murder weapon. I don't care,

if you have to drag the Potomac.

If this man was one of yours, you would

have treated him with a lot more respect.

Let's get a gurney up here!

It always amazes me how thorough you are.

Well, we try to do the best job we can.

Hopefully you sleep better at night.

- And I definitely do.

- Garrison, DiPaola.

We're good on the perimeter.

- I'm 10-60.

- Roger, 10-60.

I let DiPaola go early, so he can...

get something to eat.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You all right?

I missed you. I missed you so much.

- Just a second.

- Okay.

- This is outstanding.

- There you go. And enjoy.

I love you, Sarah.

Garrison, DiPaola. Where are you?

- Garrison, DiPaola, where are you?

- Sh*t!

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Hi. So what the hell is going on, or...

Aziz, what are you doing here?

Charlie Merriweather was murdered.

He... He was murdered?

PID thinks it might be connected to work.

Director put us on alert.

I'm sorry. I know he was your friend.

Was there any kind of shift in his behavior?

Was he agitated or worried about anything?

He was a little distant

at breakfast on Sunday.

Did he tell you why?

He just said he had a couple

of tough days at work.

- What'd he say at breakfast?

- Some gossip... It's kind of personal.

Nancy, I know how difficult this is for you,

but I need a complete picture,

if I'm gonna investigate this properly.

He told me that he thought Pete Garrison was

having an affair with someone's wife at work.

- Just gossip... It just...

- Yeah.

Probably not even true.

Look, that's all we need for now.

- You got the lead on Charlie's murder?

- Screw you.

- What?

- Screw you.

- You still got a problem with me?

- Take your hands off of me.

Christ! It doesn't matter what I say to you.

I don't care if you got a problem with me,

but you show respect

when you come to this house.

Charlie was one of my best friends.

If you have any information that can

help me with the case, that I want to hear.

- Otherwise, stay out of my way.

- Okay, fine. You're a piece of work, you know that?

You know, Nancy did say one thing.

Charlie was upset about something at work.

You have any idea what that might be?

- No.

- Then if you figure it out,

you know where to find me.

- Yeah, good. I'll send you a memo.

- Do that.

- Hey! Is everything okay?

- Hey, Jill. Yeah.

- You working with him now?

- Yeah.

All right. Keep your eyes open.

You may learn a lot.

But don't listen to everything

he's got to say. Especially about me.

Okay.

Pete.

There some problem between you two?

- I thought you were friends.

- We were.

- So what happened?

- It's personal.

Let's go.

No. You know what? He can go to hell.

- I don't want to talk to him.

- Just tell him it wasn't me.

- Tell him again that it wasn't--

- It wasn't anybody.

- I'm not saying it was. I'm just saying--

- I wasn't having an affair!

Cindy, I know you weren't. I would just--

What do you want me to tell him

that I haven't already told him 30 times?

This is why I left him. He's the most

pigheaded man I've ever met.

You still love him, don't you?

- Hey, Pete. Pete!

- Hey, Tom.

You know a guy named Walter Xavier?

Yeah, sure. He's a snitch I used to use

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