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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."

[theme music playing]