The Wrong Guy Page #3

-- Can't be.

The person

we're looking for

is 6 feet tall,

180 pounds.

That woman's

nowhere near that size.

I think it's a man.

Really?

Yeah, so, anyway,

I figured I'd come down

and see what the trouble was,

you know?

You know, 'cause what with being

completely innocent and all,

it's, you know, only natural

that I should be curious.

That's him!

Ha!

[ Shoes scrape ]

Look behind you!

Look!

[ Door slams ]

[ Gunshots ]

-- Get down!

-- Take cover!

[ Gunshots continue ]

[ Panting ]

[ Metal clinks ]

[ Gunshots continue ]

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Gunshots in distance ]

[ Tires squeal ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Train approaching ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Whistle blows ]

[ Rumbling ]

[ Thuds ]

[ Brakes squealing ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Metal clanking ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Rumbling ]

[ Metal clanking and squeaking ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Beep ]

Hello?

We've got a problem.

Remember that guy

who walked in on me

in Nagel's office?

Hibbert?

Yeah, I guess so.

He's been trailing me

since Cleveland.

He's everywhere I go, and

he brings the cops with him.

No, that's, uh,

that's impossible.

I just was at a meeting

with Hibbert.

You must be thinking

of somebody else.

-- Whoever it is --

-- Not Hibbert.

Whoever it is,

he's getting in the way.

I'm gonna get rid of him.

Well, you can do

whatever you want.

I just want you to admit

that it's not Hibbert.

Look, Daly,

if you sent this guy

after me to set me up,

Iet me remind you --

if I go down, you go down.

Captain Hughes,

I want to know one thing.

Are you sure it was him?

I'm positive.

Uh, he wounded

a bunch of my guys.

He did this somersault

thing onto a squad car

while shooting.

That's him all right.

-- I've seen him pull himself

up into an air duct.

-- Really?

Well, great,

he's out of Cleveland.

No longer my problem.

Let's go, Jimmy.

Sir, sir!

The Feds would like you

to stay on the case

since you've been

so involved this far,

and the FBl will give you

all the backup and resources

you need to continue

your investigation.

That's just great.

What kind of resources?

Unlimited.

-- Unlimited, huh?

-- Uh-huh.

Jimmy,

how long would it take

to get from here to

Cincinnati by helicopter?

I don't know.

About half an hour.

Great, get one.

I got a sister

in Cincinnati

I haven't seen

in 8 months. Let's go!

Okay, Charlie, what are you

carrying today?

A whole shipment

of tainted ham.

[ Metal door squeaking ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

How do you feel now?

How do you feel?

[ Sighs ]

Fine, fine.

What happened?

You ate 10 tainted hams.

We pumped your stomach.

You're very lucky

to be alive.

Thanks.

Just need your name

for our records.

My name?

Mm-hmm.

My name.

My name is...

Jones.

Mr....

Enema Bag Jones.

That's not your name.

You're simply lying to me.

Right.

Sorry.

My real name...

is Harris...

Dr. Helen Harris.

No, that's my name.

You're probably still a little

out of it from the toxins.

I'll check back on you

in 15 minutes.

[ Clipboard snaps shut ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Sighs ]

Must...escape...

before...police...

find me.

[ Groans ]

[ Yawns ]

Woman over paging system:

Dr. Rosco and Dr. Hanover

to Emergency.

[ Door slams ]

[ Hangers clanging, falling ]

[ Silence ]

[ Clanging resumes ]

[ Silence ]

[ Clanging resumes ]

[ Silence ]

[ Clanging resumes ]

[ Silence ]

[ Metal jingling ]

[ Door squeaks, slams ]

[ Bell dings ]

Woman over paging system:

Dr. Chris Cooper --

paging Dr. Chris Cooper.

[ Sighs ]

[ Bell dings ]

[ Door squeaks ]

[ Door creaks ]

[ Bell dings ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Knife clicks ]

[ Knife clicks ]

-- [ Newspaper crinkling ]

-- Give me!

-- Ow!

Give me --

give -- give --

Ow! Ow! Ow!

-- Dr., uh, Martin...

-- Yes?

-- We need you.

-- I'm sorry, I'm busy.

Look, my partner's

having a heart attack,

and you're gonna save him.

Let's go!

Fine.

He's ready.

Clear!

And...

[ Electricity surges ]

[ Flatline ]

Don't feel so bad, doc.

You did all you could.

You know, guys, l...

really need to be alone

right now.

I think I'll take a walk.

Yeah, right.

He's taking it

really hard.

So, you won't tell me

who you are or

where you're going?

Nope.

I like that.

You know how many assassins

it took to kill JFK?

One?

Nope.

There were no gunmen

at all.

Kennedy's head

just did that.

Really?

I call it

the "no bullet" theory.

Oh. Hey, maybe

you could help, uh, uh,

with a problem

a friend of mine is having.

This friend of mine

was the first person

to find his boss

stabbed to death,

and now everybody

thinks I did it.

I mean he.

Two things --

one -- one, the man who

killed your friend's boss

is a Cuban assassin.

9 out of 10 times,

this is the truth.

Two -- two, that means

they'll come after you

with everything

they've got,

including

man-made viruses.

Oh, God.

Is -- Is there any way

he can defend himself?

Absolutely.

Absolutely.

Many common household

items

can be used

as deadly weapons, friend.

I could kill you right now

using two tea bags

and some wax paper.

How?

I can't tell you.

Fine, l-I understand.

But this is great.

You've been a great help to me.

Look, do you have --

have, by any chance,

a list of Cuban assassins?

A list?

Oh, isn't that

a coincidence...

Uh-huh.

That I should pick up

a hitchhiker

and he should ask me

about a list?

You can tell your friends

at the post office

that they can suck my ass!

Hmm?

Adios, comrade!

Aaah!

[ Tires squeal ]

I'll never catch you.

You're just

too damn good.

I give up.

Arlen, we got a lead.

Some hospital

in Columbia, Missouri,

says they picked up

a drifter

off of a westbound train

from lndiana,

pumped his stomach,

then the guy disappears.

Let's follow this up.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Coins clinking ]

[ Click, buzzing ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Vehicle approaches ]

Hi.

Hello.

Where you headed?

Mexico -- I mean,

nowhere in particular.

Look, I just need

a ride, okay?

All right, hop in.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Lynn.

Oh, uh, my name's...

Uh-huh.

Nelson --

my name is Nelson.

Nelson, Nelson. It's

nice to meet you, Nelson.

Nice to meet you, Lynn.

So, um, not from

around here, are you?

What makes you say that?

Well, you know,

it's a small town.

I've lived here

all my life,

and I've never

seen you before.

Oh, then, no,

I'm not from around here.

Where are you from?

Oh, that doesn't matter.

The real question is --

Where am I going?

Oh, where are you going?

Can't say.

Oh, okay.

I understand.

Thanks.

You know, I really

appreciate what you did,

but you probably shouldn't

be picking strangers up

off the highway.

Oh, well, you know,

normally I wouldn't,

but I'm a very intuitive

person, see,

and there was

something about you

when you were standing out

on the road that I trusted.

You seem so...

safe.

Mm-hmm.

Well, no, "safe"

isn't the right word.

You seem more, uh,

like, um, harmless,

innocuous, feeble, weak.

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