XIII: The Conspiracy Page #5

Maybe. I need to get out of here.

You can stay here.

I really should get going.

I have something else for you. Come.

What are those?

I pulled the neg from the picture

you brought me.

Had the rest of them all developed.

Thought there might be something

that could jog your memory.

Where the Indian Goes.

What?

Kim had this photograph in her apartment.

On the back it said

'Where the Indian Goes.'

Could be a vacation home or something.

Kellownee Valley. That's upstate.

House number 16.

Do you think she's there?

I don't know. But I've got to find out.

Thank you. I won't forget it.

With your track record

I wouldn't go making any promises.

Amos is still in the field.

He's not returning our calls.

He's ducking us.

I'm sure he knows you're upset.

That doesn't begin to describe it.

He's done enough damage already.

We need to take him out of play.

We can't.

Everybody knows he's heading up

this investigation.

If we pull him right now it'll

look like we made a mistake.

And we can't afford to

make mistakes right now.

Sir, an assault case was opened at

precinct 12 in Manhattan yesterday.

A complainant Roger Deakins alleged

that a man with a Roman Numeral

Xlll tattoo broke his arm.

Suspect description matches our guy.

Get me transport and notify

the New York field office.

I want an all-points

throughout the state.

No way our guy gets off that island.

You got it.

This lead is a pivotal development

in our investigation

into the assassination

of President Sheridan.

By releasing this digitally

enhanced photo to the public,

we're confident that the suspect

will soon be apprehended.

And, rest assured,

that when this man,

Xlll is found he will have to answer

for his cowardly act.

I'll take your questions now.

Mr. President...

Helen.

Give me a dog please.

Sorry, man.

It's okay.

Police, freeze.

Hey, come on here.

I didn't do anything.

Why? Come on. Tell me why!

Kim Rowland?

What happened to you?

Come in. Come inside.

I was shot and...

Will you tell me

what the hell is going on?

It's been over ten hours.

You can't just...

I want a lawyer.

A lawyer?

Yeah, I'm entitled to one.

No, you're not.

You can thank the Patriot Act for that.

The Patriot Act.

What the hell is going on here?

I didn't do anything.

Good. If you're telling the truth then

you won't be detained for

very much longer.

T ell me about your friend

with the tattoo.

I met him yesterday.

What do you want to know?

I want to know where he is?

Why? What did he do?

Now would you

like to cooperate with me?

I don't believe he did it.

You said you just met him.

That didn't give you much time to

become an expert on the man.

I look at him in the eyes.

He is not the killer.

Really?

Thirty seconds after he met you

he broke your boyfriend's arm.

Ex-boyfriend. And he was a bastard.

Listen to me very carefully.

You seem like a smart enough girl.

But you have no idea

what you've got yourself into.

This man killed President Sheridan

and if he gets away

because you did not cooperate

with me your life is officially over.

Do you understand what that means?

You're going to kill me.

You're going to wish that I had.

You will spend thirty years mandatory

in a five-foot by six-foot rat hole.

No visitors. No parole.

All of your friends will be

investigated and audited.

Then they will be put on a watch list.

It is hard to have a normal life

after that.

And your loving mother,

who you send checks to every month,

like a good little girl,

you can forget managed care.

I will personally make sure that

she's turned out onto the street

where she will starve,

afraid and alone.

Now where is he?

Easy, son. Don't struggle. Just listen.

You were on assignment, undercover.

We lost contact. Why?

How do I know I can trust you?

I'm the one with the gun.

Way I see it trust doesn't really

enter into it right now.

Something happened.

I was shot.

I don't remember anything.

You remembered how to survive.

It's called instincts.

That's all I have.

All right,

let's go back to the beginning.

My name is Ben Carrington.

I'm Deputy Director of

the National Security Agency.

This is my daughter, Kim.

She was married to Steve Rowland,

the man you think you might be.

Are you saying

I'm not Steve Rowland?

You were just assuming his identity.

What?

A year ago Steve was stationed in Iraq.

There was an incident. An IED.

They believed the bombers

were hiding in a little village

called Haditha.

Steve's unit was sent in.

By the time it was all

over five villagers were dead,

two of them children.

A military tribunal ruled

that Steve was responsible.

He was dishonorably discharged.

Steve was a different person

when he came home.

It's not just the US that's at war.

It's the entire western world.

The very ideas of our freedom

and democracy are under attack

and the government's

doing nothing about it.

What? What are you looking at?

Steve was my husband.

We were married for six years

and suddenly

I didn't know him anymore.

I tried to stick with him

but it was too hard.

Finally, he realized that

I was going to leave and he panicked.

And he opened up and told me

everything that had happened.

He said that when he was in Iraq

he was recruited

for a special operation.

A wet works job.

Only the target was here, in the U.S.

The people who recruited Steve

arranged for his dishonorable discharge

to get him Stateside.

The whole thing was staged.

Who recruited him?

He never said.

But he always got his instructions

from an undercover

field agent who went

by the code name 'The Mongoose'.

Steve became obsessed.

Kim came to me for help.

So I decided to look into

Steve's assignment.

Only there was no assignment.

None of the agencies

had any record of it.

Steve Rowland didn't

work for the government.

Sounds like the government

was his target.

That's right.

But we had to know

who was employing him.

So I asked Kim to dig deeper.

I stopped retreating from Steve.

I tried to get into his head.

Waited for the perfect time

and then I asked him to bring me

in on the operation.

No.

We can compromise the mission.

Kim is loyal to the cause.

She can be useful to us.

I gave them fabricated NSA documents.

Things I said I got from my father.

That got me into a meeting.

And then finally

they brought me into the fold.

I never did get the details

of the operation.

I mean, it was clear they

just brought me in to placate Steve.

He was their shooter;

they just wanted to keep him happy.

So you never found out

about the target?

No.

I knew that it was someone big,

but I never imagined...

That it was the president.

Yeah.

I managed to escape.

But Steve he wasn't so lucky.

We soon realized

that the assassination was

just part of a bigger plot from

within the government.

T o overthrow

the current administration.

A coup.

This is one hell of

an effective group of fascists.

People in government

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