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has the best gumbo in town.

Excuse me.

I'm actually meeting someone

for lunch.

Relax, Charlie.

This'll only take a minute.

How did you know my name?

Who are you?

We have a mutual friend.

Augustus Gibbons.

Had a mutual friend.

And you didn't answer my question.

Who are you?

My name is Darius Stone.

Stone?

You have half the suits in this city

looking for you. Why come here?

Trust me...

...they won't look for a guy like me

in a place like this.

Well, no offence,

but I don't trust anybody right now.

Good. That means we got

something in common.

Charlie. I'm sorry I'm so late.

I had that urban-youth meeting.

It ran over.

We're trying to set up

that after-school...

...gun-instructional program

for kids and...

I'm sorry. Dickie Ambrose, NRA. Hi.

Reverend Billy Bob Baker,

Southern Baptist Brotherhood.

Well, it's just great

to meet you, Reverend.

Hey, listen, we're setting up

this rally upstate next week...

...and I was just wondering if there

was some way we could attract...

...you know, some upstanding

African-Americans like yourself.

You got any advice for us?

Well, Dick, perhaps you could

tell your members...

...to stop buying country music,

stop burning crosses...

...and stop shooting black folks.

Hear me?

Now, if that don't work...

...try a cookout with free food.

Preferably fried.

Dick...

...would you mind terribly

if we rescheduled?

I think that would be...

Yeah, that's fine.

I have a lot of stuff to do.

- Reverend, I'll...

- Call me.

I'll call you about that.

Tell me about you and the captain.

I was Gibbons' contact on the Hill.

I'm an aide to the Senate

Subcommittee on Military Action.

Military?

Deckert.

Secretary of Defence Deckert?

There's not a bullet shot in the dark

that he don't know about.

So tell me something, Charlie.

Can you get me close to him?

Well, Reverend...

...you think you can lay your hands

on a tuxedo?

You made it.

You know, I never miss a party.

Not quite the tux I had in mind.

Yes, but I'm blending.

You see the guest of honour?

Those bodyguards?

SEAL Team Four. Half my old unit.

And not the better half.

Who's the ugly general

he's talking to?

Jack Pettibone.

Vice chair, Joint Chiefs.

- Doesn't look too happy.

- Must be the music.

One way to find out.

I truly can't believe

what I'm hearing.

We go back 30 years, Jack.

Same blood in the same mud, and

you never questioned my command.

I presume you've heard of

the United States Congress.

Jack...

...this country is being led

down the wrong path.

You really think you can do this,

don't you?

With just a few regiments.

Once we lead,

the full force will follow.

The clock is ticking.

With or without you.

Three days.

He's here.

Black guy, white tux.

Had enough of the party?

Hold on.

You asked me to track down

the rest of their old troop?

Well, half of them are still enlisted.

- What about the other half?

- Gone. Missing.

The same men that backed

Stone against Deckert.

Every single one of them

just disappeared.

Wait a minute. This is your home?

Not bad for a senator's aide.

I'm not just a senator's aide.

I'm also a senator's daughter.

James Mayweather, Virginia.

Think Daddy's ready to meet

a guy like me?

- Actually, Daddy's out of town.

- Really?

Make yourself at home, Darius.

Not a bad place to grow up, I guess.

Only on the surface.

Growing up in D.C. Politics

is like living in a snake pit.

Everybody fighting for territory.

Sounds a lot like where I grew up.

Oh, no. This is nothing like

where I grew up.

Let's get you out of those clothes,

shall we?

Here we go.

Why don't you try these on.

Not really my style.

Why don't you go ahead

and get cleaned up.

There's some fresh towels

in the bathroom.

Full-service, huh?

You know, if you need anything...

...l'm just right down the hall.

Anything?

Anything at all.

How about some fries and a shake?

The things I can't do for my country.

Charlie?

Charlie.

Pettibone?

She set me up.

B*tch.

This is the police.

Come out with your hands

behind your head.

We got the vice chair

of the Joint Chiefs in there.

The assailant is armed

and dangerous.

Proceed with extreme caution,

gentlemen.

Gus, get me a hostage negotiator,

clear a two-block radius...

...and five is the active perimeter.

- Better make that 10.

Captain, the man's

a Special Forces sniper.

Keep all fields clear

at least half a mile downwind.

- Who the hell are you?

- Kyle Steele, NSA.

Captain, I need to speak

to this man alive.

- So?

- It's a matter of national security, sir.

- Where the hell are you going?

- Going inside.

Listen, I don't care who you are.

You got six minutes till we breach.

Stone.

I'm coming in unarmed.

All right, close that door.

Hands.

Step forward.

How you know I wouldn't shoot you

the second you stepped through?

I didn't.

But I know this:
You got five

minutes till they knock that door down.

So let's skip the chitchat.

- Where's Pettibone?

- Upstairs, dead.

- You do it?

- Lf I did it...

...you wouldn't know

until I wanted you to.

Now, turn around.

Stone, this doesn't look

too good, man.

An escaped convict breaks into

a house with an automatic in hand...

...and a dead man upstairs.

- I didn't break in.

Now, move.

You didn't break in here?

So the general invited

you over for a nightcap?

What happened? You guys

felt like playing Russian roulette?

This is not my gun.

- You expect me to buy that line?

- It's not a line, it's the truth.

- They set me up.

- Who set you up?

- Deckert.

- Deckert.

Secretary of Defence Deckert.

He clipped Gibbons

when he got too close.

And now Pettibone.

Too close to what?

Stone, we have three minutes.

Level with me.

Why are we here?

Why'd you go after Pettibone?

I didn't go after nobody.

I don't even know the guy.

Never seen him before in my life.

Easy.

That sure looks a lot like you.

Damn, they're good.

Think now is really

the best time for a snack?

What they got out there,

three teams?

Flash-bangs, body armour,

heat-scopes. Am I close?

Stone, I wanna help you here,

I really do.

But if you run, you look guilty.

Brother, I was born looking guilty.

And now...

...it's time for you to go.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Captain, I got him.

Looks like upstairs bathroom.

Okay, go get him.

This is the last known photograph

of the suspect.

- Cute picture.

- Yeah. Haircut suits you, definitely.

- Near Charlottesville, Virginia.

The assailant is assumed

to be armed and dangerous.

One of General Pettibone's

closest friends...

... was Defence Secretary

George Deck ert.

Jack Pettibone

was a dear friend of mine.

And tonight, this nation

has lost a great patriot.

And his quiet contributions

will be properly recorded...

... in history books yet to be written.

From base to base,

Camp Pendleton to Fort Bragg...

... General Pettibone's troops

are en route...

... to Washington D. C.

For the funeral.

They're not coming for the funeral.

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