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[army band playing
funeral honor music]

-Ready.
-[guns cocking]

Aim. Fire

[gunshots]

Down.

Ready. Aim.

-Fire.
-[gunshots]

Down.

Ready. Aim.

-Fire.
-[gunshots]

Down.

Thanks for coming, Nick.

My condolences, Mrs. Frattelo.

John.

Nick.

I was gonna call you, buddy.

Yeah, it's okay.

-Hell of a way
to get together.
-Yeah.

Joe'd been listed
as MIA for so long.

When they positively identified
his remains, you know,

I couldn't believe.

Yeah, it's been long time
since Desert Storm.

Yeah.

-At least he got
a decent burial.
-Yeah.

Nick, this is Bob Meyer.

He and I and Joe were
in the same unit.

-Good to meet you.
-Good to meet you.

John tells me, you,
he and Frattelo

couldn't stay out of trouble
back in high school.

He lies like a rug.

Yeah, you wish.

How about the time
the three of us got busted

sneaking a pig
into faculty lounge?

How did they find out
it was you guys?

The pig squealed.

Well, so did this guy.

Joe was always
the one for kidding around.

Not to mention the best damn
third basemen we ever knew,
huh?

Amen.

Took us to the championship.

Really? He sounds like
a hell of a guy.

-Hey, this is me. I got to go.
-All right.

-Nice to meet you.
-Good to meet you.

All right, John.

What do you say?
You wanna get a beer sometime?

-Yeah, that'd be good.
Call me.
-Yeah.

So you still the hottest
public relations guy in town?

Nick, everybody
needs a champion.

Even the rich and famous?

Especially the rich and famous.

All right, I got to go.

Yeah. Me, too.

-Be well.
-You, too.

My God.

[woman's voice]
Please hang up now.
This is a recording.

Please hang up,
and try your call again.

[beeping]

Yeah, this is John Griffin.

I am at 2375 Maple.
I'd like to report
a break-in, please.

Yes, I'll wait.

-Frattelo.
-You can't run.

Johnny!

Attention!

You remember me?

[gunfire]

Joe Frattelo.

You can't run. You can't hide.

[roaring]

[grunting]

There is only one way out.

You'll never get away.

[theme music playing]

[punching]

Very impressive
in a Cro-Magnon sort of way.

Don't knock it
till you try it.

No, thanks.
Not really my style.

Although I did read
your recommendations
to London House

on applications of Zen
to confrontations in the field.

Not bad.

[exhales] Suppose that's
as close to good
I am gonna get?

I thought it was very thorough,
as far as it went.

Funny. You see, I thought
that it pretty much
covered the area.

From a male perspective,
absolutely.

You only left out slightly
more than half
the world's population.

Well,
it's the only perspective
I have,

but don't worry
I'm working
on my feminine side.

Was there something else
you wanted to say?

Not really.

Oh. Except while you were
bashing your bag
you had a call.

It's punching, not bashing.
And why didn't you
give me a shout?

I did, twice.

You were punching.

His name's John Griffin,
he wants you to meet him
at McCrory's.

Yeah? Did he say when?

Whenever you can get there.

Okay, thanks.

Hey.

Hey, the man himself.

Didn't expect to hear
from you so soon.

I haven't been
down here in years.

I come down here all the time.

Helps me deal with the stress.

So what's in your mind?

You know, just seeing you
at Joe's funeral
and everything,

I just remember
all the good times
we had, man.

Yeah, we tied a few on.

Yeah.

I owe you that 50 bucks
from last year's world series,
don't I?

Forget it.

It's a debt of honor.
You just can't write that off.

All right, in that case,
cough up the cash.

Probably the first time
in my life I ever beat you
at a bet,

I should cherish the moment.

First time for everything.

Remember that night
in high school,

you tried to convince me
and Joe to join the Navy
and become SEALs?

As I recall, you guys both
thought I was
certifiably psycho.

Yeah.

You said we would be a team.

Back to back,
we couldn't be beat.

Oh, yeah.

All the way, baby.

Remember league finals?

Tie score, bottom of the ninth,

you're on third,
Joe's up to bat,

he's just one hit away
from being the first player
in league history

to ever hit 400.

Only... Crack. He hits
a sacrifice fly, deep
in the center field.

You score, we win.

-You remember?
-Yeah.

I still got that ball.

Nick.

Do you still feel that way?

About us being a team?

Sure.

You in some kinda trouble?

No, just...

Something strange.

It's kind of like
a supernatural experience.

Supernatural? Like what?

Sounds stupid.

-Just forget it.
-No, tell me.

I saw Joe.

What do you mean?

You saw what?
You saw Frattelo's ghost?

No.

Kinda hard to say.

It's kinda dark in there
and everything.

Where did this happen? When?

It was in my living room.

Right after the funeral.

I came home

and the place was trashed.

I thought, at first,
somebody had robbed the place,

but... when I went
to call the police,

to file a report,
is when I saw him.

When you say you saw him,
what exactly did you see?

The way I remember.

Same face,

same uniform.

Did he say anything to you?

No, just...

Remember, Johnny.

This weird look on this face.

All right, don't listen to me.

I am going nuts, Nick.

[Kristin] How's your friend?

[Nick] It's hard to say.

He thinks that
he saw the ghost of...

He might've seen a ghost
of a friend of ours
from school.

Joe Frattelo.

Is this the same guy
who was killed
during Desert Storm?

Yeah, that's the one.

And do you believe
this Griffin?

To be honest, I am not sure
he knows what he saw,

but I told him that
I'd check it out.

Could be some kind
of latent reaction

to whatever happened
when he was over there.

Could be. But seven years
is a long time, Derek.

True. Do you think
it's worth your time?

Call it a debt of honor.

[knocking at door]

Griffin, open up, it's Bobby.

Johnny, let me in.

Bob, where the hell
have you been?

Must have left
20 messages for you.

Haven't been home.

We need to talk.

Bob, what's going on?

You're gonna think I am nuts
when I tell you this, Johnny.

I've seen him.

-Seen who?
-Frattelo, that's who.

-He didn't come here?
-Bob, Frattelo is dead.

No, I swear to God,
he's out there.
He's after me.

Bob, listen, calm down.

Now, maybe it was
just a bad dream.

-Same thing happened to me.
-It did?

Yeah.

The other night,
when I got home,

right after the funeral,
I mean, the place looked like
it'd been robbed.

You know, your mind will play
tricks on you, sometimes, Bob.

Right?

I mean, I thought
I saw Frattelo, too.

But it was just my imagination.

Trust me.

No, it was real.

First, he came to my apartment,

and now he is following me
everywhere I go.

Everywhere, Bob?

He showed me
how he died, Johnny.

It was horrible, he just...

He just kept staring at me
and staring at me.

Now, Bob!

Now, listen.
Whatever's done is done.

Whatever ghost is out there,
it's only your imagination

working overtime on you.

Now, Frattelo died,
he caught a tough break.

That's the way it goes,
we got to try to go home now

and forget about it.
It's over.

What if he's waiting for me?

Bob.

Listen.

You got to try
to block this stuff
out of your head now.

Try to put it
out of your mind.

If anything else happens,
you pull over, you call me,

and then we will figure out
what's going on at that point.

There's always got to be
a rational explanation
for something.

All right?

You're all so smart
about everything.

Thanks, Johnny.
I knew you could help.

-I'll be okay.
-Yeah.

Bob, just get some sleep.

We'll talk about everything
in the morning, okay?

Yeah.

All right, just go home.

Go to bed. Get some sleep.
Forget it ever happened.

[mumbling]

Hey, Meyer.

Where you going?

-Don't do this, please.
-What's the rush?

-[roaring]
-[screaming]

Leave me alone.

No! Stop!

[panting]

-Meyer.
-[gunfire]

There is only one way out.

What do you want from me?

-Jump, Meyer!
-You're dead.

Jump!

Do it. Now!

[screaming]

[crashing]

-[screaming]
-[honking]

-[Derek] Hey, Nick.
-Hey.

You all right?

Yes, it's just this guy,

Meyer, I met him
a few days ago
at Joe's funeral.

Said he was
with the 313th Infantry.

It's got to be
the same guy. Suicide.

Well, some people take things
harder than others.

Perhaps, the funeral triggered
some deep-seated emotion

that he wasn't able
to deal with.

Yeah.

Maybe,

but he just didn't seem
that broken up
about it, you know.

Certainly not enough
to off himself.

Something must have
really rattled him.

Nick seems in a hurry.

That was him
that just drove off?

Is he always
so hard on himself?

It's just the way
he was brought up.

If you never take
the easy way out, you're always
ready for the worst.

He is much tougher on himself
than he is on others.

Well, that hasn't been
my experience.

Well, give him time.

I've never known him
not to recognize talent.

What is he after
in such a hurry?

To see a friend. The one he met
at the funeral the other day.

Griffin?

It appears that another member
of the 313th Infantry

has killed himself.

A man named Meyer.

Coincidence, you think?

I'd say it's exactly what
Nick hopes to find out.

By the way,
the Precept
of the Boston House,

has called this morning.

She's still holding
a place for you,

assuming you want it.

Well, I still have some
unfinished business
regarding my father.

Until it's resolved,
I'd like the freedom
to follow up any leads.

She also reminded me
that Legacy bylaws

prevent me
from allowing you
to stay here,

except on official business.

Which is why I told her,

I was requesting your services
on an as-needed basis.

I can't believe she agreed.

She didn't.
She accused me
of stealing you.

But I assured her

that you are much
too intelligent to allow
anything like that.

And if she didn't believe me,
she was welcome to try
and steal you back.

Do you always get
what you want?

Not always.

[John] Are you kidding me?
Everybody reads that magazine,

whether they want
to admit it or not.

Yeah. Excuse me, one second.

John Griffin.

Hey, Johnny, it's Nick.

I tried calling on the way over
but I couldn't get through.

Oh, Nick, come on in.

Yeah, I will just blow off
this call, and we will
get some lunch.

-Sounds good.
-All right.

Right.

Listen, my feeling is
if you do the TV interview

and then you do
the other interview tomorrow,

everybody's gonna buy the book.

Yeah, buddy.

Okay. Sure.

Okay, right. Give me a call
after you get out.

Okay.

Great, buddy, I'll talk
to you then. I got to go.
All right. Bye.

This is it.

This is the ball Joe hit
to clinch the title.

Didn't I tell you?

Well...

Nice dump.

Thanks.

What's up?

Did you see the paper today?

No, actually, I get all
my information that I need
off the Internet.

Why?

That fellow you were with
at Joe's funeral, Bob Meyer,

he killed himself last night.

He killed himself?

[exhaling]

How?

Jumped off an overpass.

Nick, that can't be right.

I mean, I saw the guy
last night. He was right here,
I just saw him.

What time was that?

[sighing]

Nine thirty,
ten o'clock he left.

He was dead by 10:15.

John, I am sorry.

I don't know how well
you knew him.

We were in the Gulf together.

I mean, I've bumped
into the guy,

every couple of months,
on and off, you know.

What did he want last night?

Money.

Apparently, the guy was playing
in the commodities market
for a while.

He told me that
when the gold futures
went belly up,

you know, he took a bath.

I just loaned him
a couple of bucks.

I didn't expect to ever
get it back or anything.

Did he say anything about
seeing Frattelo's ghost?

No, nothing.

[exhales heavily]

I am sorry.

It's a little bit
of shock though, you know.

Why don't I come back later
and we can talk then?

Yeah.

-Call me, Nick.
-You bet.

I'll see myself out.

[beeping]

[beeping]

What the hell is this?

Good to see you, too.

What?

What are you getting
so defensive about?
I am just doing research.

Really? On Bob Meyer
and Desert Storm?
Whose idea was this?

You know, you really
are something.

I could be wrong
but I thought
you were the one

always preaching teamwork
around here.

I thought you might appreciate
it if someone took
the initiative

to find out where Bob Meyer
and your friend Frattelo

were supposed to be
during Desert Storm.

Desert Storm
is ancient history.

So is every battle fought there
for the last 4000 years.

So what?

So Frattelo died there.

I thought if he knew
his exact location,

I might be able to help you.

[beeping]

Sixty-five miles from Asbusaiya
and 11 or 12 from the border.

And about a million miles
from a real assessment
of the problem.

Maybe.

But back in '94, I spent
the better part of the year

in the Middle East,
cataloging ancient burial sites

for the Smithsonian.

These sites might explain why
Frattelo's spirit
is not at rest,

seven years after his death.

If I find anything out,
I'll give you a shout.

Do that.

Don't worry about it.
Listen, they can't
turn us down.

Right. What do you mean
by that?

-At this point,
they owe me one.
-They owe you one?

-Yeah.
-What do you mean? Explain.

-So, listen--
-Griffin, you're next.

Lenny?

[beeping]

[beeping]

No.

[beeping]

Remember.

No escape.

Remember, Johnny.

Remember, Johnny?

[gunfire]

One way out. No escape.

[screaming]

Stop! You're not real,
you're dead!

[gunfire]

You can't hide.
You'll never get away.

[explosion]

Tell me again,
what was faxed to you?

Frattelo's face.

It's not possible.

Nick, there were just two faces
right here on the page,

I just saw them a second ago.
It was horrible, Nick.

All right, now calm down.
I believe you.

Now, tell me about Frattelo.

Why would he wanna come
after you? Anything go down
between you guys?

Look, I know that this is tough
on you but there must be
something, right?

You and Joe and I,
we were tight.
So what happened?

Nothing. I mean...

After basic, Joe was the one
who requested reassignment,

so we'd be in the same unit.

You have any idea how he died?

Nick, I was a Supply Sergeant.

The 313th was strictly backup.

And Joe was part
of our perimeter defense team.

I mean, when thing got hot...

There were a couple
of Iraqi tanks that got caught
behind our lines.

I mean, they hit
our left flank.

Joe was in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

When did this happen? Where?

A couple of klicks south
of a village called
El Shabot. Why?

I was just curious.

I never knew the details
of his death.

Nick.

Is this real
or am I going nuts?

I don't know.

Look at this.

God only knows why
it's classified.

We could get more dirt
on Disneyland.

You know, what I
don't understand about this

is why Frattelo
didn't return fire.

I mean, there he is
just sitting in a bunker

with three dozen
M72 antitank rocket launchers
sitting right there.

"Conclusion of the inquiry
into the death
of Corporal Joseph Frattelo.

Weapon Malfunction."

Signed, Colonel F. Rollins,
Commanding Officer.

Weapons malfunction? Come on.

The M72 is a single shot
disposable tube
with a 99.5% efficiency rating.

What are the chances
all 36 of them went south?

Yeah, highly unlikely.

Try impossible.

Where's Colonel Rollins now?

He's still in the army.

Stationed at the 313th,

at Fort Bragg.

Weapons malfunction.
It happens.

Even in the computer age.

Frattelo's bunker was part
of your perimeter defense

that was stocked with M72s.

All of them
couldn't have malfunctioned.

In combat,
men do strange things.

It's not impossible
that Corporal Frattelo
panicked.

Can you tell us anything
about another soldier
under your command?

Bob Meyer.

He's not much of a soldier.
Meyer. What about him?

He recently killed himself.

Meyer was a scrounger.
Always wheeling and dealing.

Never anything you could prove.

Still the kind of thing
that usually earns
a man some enemies.

Was there any kind
of investigation?

There were several.

We were never able
to substantiate
any of our suspicions.

Colonel, was there anyone
suspected of being involved
with Meyer?

Not that I remember.

Anyone in particular
that concerns you?

Another Supply Sergeant.

John Griffin.

Griffin was always
an exemplary soldier
as far as I can recall.

Is there anything else?

No, that covers it all.

Thanks for your help.

-Sure.
-Thank you, sir.

No escape, Johnny.

One way out.

Get away from me!

[explosion]

Remember, Johnny.

Only one way out.

[knocking]

Nick, you got to stop him.

-No chance, Johnny.
No way out.
-Joe.

You saw him.

-Didn't I tell you?
-Yeah, I saw him.

I saw him.
The question's why, right?

I don't know.
Suddenly, there he was.

The look in his eyes,
his face... I saw him,
his eyes.

There's got to be a reason.
Now, then, come on.

Come on.

You all right?

Yeah.

When you were in the Gulf,

how well did you know
Bob Meyer?

We worked together.

Supply that many men,
for that long a time,

you get to know
a man pretty well.

Was there any chance
he had his fingers
in the till?

Bob? Stealing?

You know,
just a little side action.
Black market?

Anything is possible, Nick.

To be honest with you,

I was just worried
about doing my job.

You didn't have anything to do
with his death, did you?

I can't believe
you asked me that.

Joe was like
a brother to me, Nick.

So are you.

I am sorry, man,
I just had to hear it from you.

You still have this.

One of a kind.

Photo booth at Candlestick
the night the Giants
won the pennant.

Split second timing.

First Joe, then you, then me.

Two seconds apart each.

Then we all piled in.

Teamwork, baby.

Look, why don't you
get some sleep? I'll crash
on the couch.

If Frattelo's spirit
comes back, then he'll
have to deal with me, too.

Thanks, Nick.

[clears throat]

Thank you
for your call last night.

You and Griffin see anymore
of Frattelo's ghost?

No, given the way things
had happened, I'd say
it's nocturnal,

so I told John
I'd stop back tonight.

Well, we ran
a background check on Meyer.

His bank records make
interesting reading.

Yeah, what's the story?

Immediately following
his discharge, he came
into quite a bit of money.

How much?

Mid six figures.

But then we checked
the price of M72s
in the black market.

Fifty thousand a piece, cash.

You're kidding me.

So it cost Frattelo his life

and now his spirit
wants revenge.

Revenge on Meyer,
right, but Griffin?

What, guilt by association?

Nick, I don't know
how to say this

but there's a strong chance
your friend Griffin

was in deeper than you think.

Based on what, Derek?

Look, I would trust
John Griffin with my life,

and I am sure that Joe
felt the same way.

Right after he got back
from the Gulf,

he bought into
a very established PR firm.

As full partner.

Well, he came from money.

He also bought a house.
$600,000, cash.

Still, it's not hard proof.

Now how does it
connect with Frattelo?

There's something
you need to see.

Just cut to the chase.

Based on the documents
we downloaded
from the Pentagon,

I was able to establish
Frattelo's position

the day that he died.

It's an area
once known as Mesopotamia.

Sumerian cosmology
would explain
the supernatural occurrences.

Now, taking the location
of the bunker

and overlaying a map
of Sumerian burial sites,

you can see
the full significance.

He died in the middle
of a ziggurat.

Temple and burial site.

According to Sumerian
death rites,

any spirit wrongfully killed
will walk the Earth

wreaking vengeance
on those who betrayed him.

But why after so many years?

Maybe moving the body
had something to do with it.

Rightly or wrongly,

Frattelo's ghost thinks
Griffin is guilty.

Even if it's mistaken?

That's what
we have to find out.

I should go talk to him alone.

[knocking at door]

Stay away from me!

Pull the trigger, Johnny.

Don't come any closer.

-Pull! Pull it now!
-[gunshot]

God!

Johnny, it's Nick.

Put the gun down.

[gun cocking]

What the hell are you doing?

What the hell
is going on here?
Get a grip.

[panting]

Talk to me, Johnny.

Why would Frattelo's spirit
want you dead?

I don't know.

Doesn't make any sense.

Doesn't it?

You wanna tell me
where you raised the money

to buy into the PR firm,
not to mention this house?

I don't understand, Nick.

Just answer me.

My dad helped me
put up the money.

And the rest?

I found it myself.

You found it?

A couple of 100,000 in cash.

You found it?

What the hell's this about?

Why you doing this?

After the war ended,

a number of weapons were found
in the black market.

One of the hot ticket items
was the M72.

The same ones
that were supposed to be
in Frattelo's bunker.

What are you saying,
I stole them, Nick?

Did you?

God's sake, Nick,
what do you think?

Doesn't matter what I think,

what matters is what
Frattelo thinks,

and if I'm gonna
change his mind

then you got to start
telling me the truth.

I am.

You still haven't
answered my question.

The official report says
when Frattelo
came under attack,

he never returned fire.

Why not?

He had all the firepower.

Thirty-six M72s
still in their crate.
So what happened?

Did he panic?

Did he freeze?

No, I don't think so.

No, I think he tore open
one of those crates.

The question is,
what did he find inside.

M72s or sand?

[exhaling]

-Why are you doing this?
-Talk to me, Johnny.

I already told you.

Look at me, tell me the truth.
No more BS. Just the truth.

I didn't think it'd matter.

Skimming the weapons
we were never gonna use.

You think I wanted
Frattelo to die?

We were in reserve.

Nothing was supposed to happen.

But it did.

Yeah, it did.

It did.

Past tense.

I mean, how do you think
I feel about it, Nick?

It was really painful for me.

You know, things are
a lot tougher than
you are aware of.

There was nothing
I could do about it.

You know, just...

He's gone.

It's over.

No, it's not.

You just don't get it, do you?

But that's your problem,
you deal with it.

Where are you going, Nick?

I need your help.

He's still out here.

I thought we were friends!

I bet Frattelo thought
the same thing!

[car arriving]

What the hell
are you doing here?

After you left,
Kristin discovered
something more.

Forget it, I'm out.

-Well, you can't.
-Watch me.

Nick, you have to help him.
Morally, you're bound.

For Griffin, morals got lost
a long time ago.

Yes, but yours didn't.

You cannot just turn your back
or you're just guilty as he is.

Derek, don't ask me
to do this, I can't.

He betrayed everything
I believe in.

Well, then don't do it for him,

do it for Frattelo.

-Frattelo?
-Yes.

If Frattelo succeeds
in killing Griffin,

he'll be trapped in a limbo,

doomed to walk
the Earth forever.

He must break the cycle.

So you tell him.

[glass breaking]

Go ahead, get your gun,

lock and load.

Then do it! Turn the gun
and pull the trigger.

It's time to do
the right thing.

It's time to finish it.

[battle gunfire]

Now, Johnny, now.

-No!
-[gunshots]

You're the one
they killed, not me.

Pull the trigger.

If I'd known
I never would have done it.

It's time to finish it.
Now! Do it!

No!

[snarling]

Listen to me.

You can't do this.

What's done is done.

I wish it were different.

But it's not

and nothing
is going to bring you back.

Please, Joe.

Don't kill me.

Shut up, John.

[growling]

You remember this?

Bottom of the ninth.

One hit away from the record.

But you didn't go for it.

You made the sacrifice

and that is the Joe Frattelo
that I remember.

[growling]

Let it go, Joey.

[screaming]

Stop!

[sobbing]

Let it go.

[scream fading]

Nick.

Nick, you son of a bitch.

You did it.

Yeah, I did it.

But not for you.

What do you mean?

For him.

His war's over.

But yours has just begun.

Nick!

Nick!

[Nick]To lose
a friend is hard.

To be the cause
of his death
is even harder.

Joe Frattelo was a casualty
of Desert Storm.

But he didn't die alone,

he took John Griffin with him.

A little bit at a time
for the rest of his life.

I guess Plato said it best,

"Only the dead know
the end of war."

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