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Let's see. I have some of this
cappuccino and a piece of this pecan

Okay. Oh, you have key lime pie?

I'll have a piece of that, too.

Yes, sir. Coming right up.

Here's coffee for me, thanks.

What was this stuff? Death by chocolate?

Seven -layer all -chocolate cake? How
was that? It's our favorite dessert.

Bring one of those.

And bring an extra fork for him, too.
Oh, no, no, no, no.

I'm not part of this train wreck.

Okay. Forget the extra fork.

You know, bring one of these fruit
smoothie parfait deals assorted to wash

all down with, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

Okay, what's going on? Or do I want to
know?

Inger has decided that I'm thick and
inflexible.

All of a sudden, she doesn't like my
physique. She thinks I'm too bulky.

Uh -huh. I don't know, Bubba, but I'm
betting that she wanted you to go the

other way with this one.

Oh, yeah, big time.

As a matter of fact, I'm going to start
training with Anna, her personal

Teutonic trainer today.

Oh, thank you.

Good.

Yeah, well.

Here's a bright side to all this. Anna,
the Teutonic trainer, photo babe, with a

lot of skin -tight lycra.

Speaking of about things to look at,
here we go.

Ah, so approaches our grand inquisitor.

Did she say what she wanted to talk to
us about? Oh, no, no.

That's not her style. She would rather
have us sitting here waiting for her,

trying to figure out what she's got up
her sleeve.

Yeah, well, she sure has been paying a
lot of attention to y 'all lately.

Thank you very much.

Good morning.

Ah!

Inspector Cross, please, allow me. Well,
thank you.

Well, I actually appreciate you both
being on time because I'm due in court

shut the block in about an hour or so.

Well, I can stand anything for less than
an hour. I was hoping I could talk to

you both informally at first because
this has not yet become an MCD case.

Go ahead, shoot.

A source has come forward and revealed
the two of you stole a cadaver from the

SFU Medical School.

And subsequently, you paid off the head
of pathology by delivering to him the

body of a dead bank robber in exchange.

Pick me up at the far corner.

Now, here's a question that comes to
mind right away.

Who is unhappy about this?

Ah, but Nash, happiness does not measure
the ethics of anything.

Speak for yourself.

You okay?

Is everybody alright here?

Any thoughts?

Yeah, I bet if Francis Scott thought he
was looking to get a parking space.

Well, somebody sure as hell didn't want
him parking here.

So, compadres, the car registered to a
Mr. James White who owns a company in

town called Far East Imports.

Yeah, what do they import?

Well, that's the interesting part. As
far as we can tell, nothing.

Anything else in the records?

Just Mr. White, or who we presume to be
Mr. White. We're still waiting for

confirmation from the lab girls.

Well, somebody knew what they were
doing. Oh, yeah. This here bomb had a

sophisticated design.

Parabolic, small.

C4 stuck to the car right near the gas
tank and no ISO tag?

Mm -hmm, which means they purchased the
materials commercially.

Right, and they didn't get them from a
military vendor, so we can't trace them.

Sounds kind of professional, doesn't it?
Like on a company level?

Mm -hmm. Got a dead guy with a phony
company, a bomb with no traceable

no suspects, no clues.

Still a lot of late nights coming on.

Captain Bridges.

Richard Langdon, FBI special agent out
of D .C.

Oh, yeah, hi.

This is Inspector Dominguez, Cortez, and
Link.

Gentlemen. What can we do for you?

Four years ago, a man was murdered in
Washington named Tim McDonald.

I could never pin it on him, but our
chief suspect was a rogue CIA agent

Jeff Machino, a .k .a. James White.

Now, that would be our car bomb victim.

That's right.

Sounds like somebody's looking for a
little payback.

Not somebody, one of your people.

Caitlin Cross.

Oh, baby, you gotta be kidding. She's
our suspect.

I don't know what you're taking, but cut
the dosage in half.

She's not who you think she is, Bridges.

That's probably true.

But she's damn sure no murderer.

Besides, she was with us when the bomb
went off.

Of course she was.

She needed an alibi. Who better to
provide one?

Okay, well, let's say she had an alibi.
She still needs means and motive, right?

The guy Machino killed was her partner.

Her motive was revenge.

As for means, she was trained by the
CIA.

As an analyst, not an operative.

You don't think she was capable of
building the bomb bridges.

You know less than you need to know
about what these people can do.

Now, you see that right there, Bubba?

That's why I got a problem working with
the feds.

I have a warrant to search your
apartment.

Hey, man, whatever blows your skirt up.

We got a murder to solve, and we'll let
you know when we find the guy that lit

the fuse.

Thank you.

What are you doing here? I have a
warrant.

I'd advise you to stay out of my way.
Excuse me, you haven't answered my

question. What the hell are you doing
here?

Hold on.

I told you I'd get Mishima.

But you couldn't wait, could you? You
had to take Madison to your own hands.

You planted that car bomb.

And you better be as good as advertised
or I'm going to find something here that

will confirm it. And when I do, you're
gone.

I thought you said your life was boring.
I thought you said you'd never bring

your work home with you, that my kids
and I were safer living with a cop. Who

are you?

This is a hard copy of what was on your
computer.

You want to explain it to me?

It's personal.

Under whose authority were you
investigating Jack Machino?

Am I under arrest?

Where did you get the materials to build
the car bomb?

You're not listening to me.

And you have nothing at all to prove
that I did anything, do you?

I expect that to change.

As soon as forensics can wait.

Harvey, what do you got there? Digital
camcorder.

No one believes that we're experiencing
phantom disco shows on our fair barge.

Next time it happens, tangible proof.

Excellent thinking. One picture's worth
a thousand electricians.

Have we got anything back from Interpol
or anybody else on this Machino

character? Nothing. The guy's an
absolute blank page.

His social security records, his
driver's license, everything's swept

boss.

So we got some sort of black ops spook.

So, like, what are we doing here?

Solving a car bombing homicide.

I'm looking for the real suspect.

Not the one that's been framed and
offered up to us on a silver platter.

Designation? Chappell.

Caitlin? Elliot.

Somebody erased from Shuno.

Where are you?

I'm in San Francisco.

Langton from FBI is here. He's trying to
pin the murder on me.

I'll be there in six hours.

Don't go home.

Don't go anywhere familiar. I'll contact
you when I arrive.

Hey, Anna.

Oh, excuse me. Hey, Joe.

Hey, here I am. Ready to go. You know,
you don't look that thick and bulky to

me. No. No.

Oh, you look like you're in a cool
shape. Oh, well, thanks.

Keep Inger happy. I don't want to
exercise. It's okay.

Well, you are really going to enjoy
this.

Oh, as long as I can stay away from
those candy bars I got hidden behind the

world books.

Naughty boy.

Come on. I want to introduce you to Udo.

This is Udo.

He's going to be training you.

requested my husband, Udo. Oh, well, can
I request him to get you?

Uh, no.

Sorry. Oh, don't worry.

Udo here will take perfectly good care
of you. Now have fun.

Whoa, the Joe.

That's gonna work.

What did the doctor say?

I know what you're thinking.

I didn't say a word.

And please don't even give me that
parent guilt trip thing because it's

fair.

Look.

What? That's no look. I'm just looking.

Look, Dad.

You know that I have school and...

Secondly, okay, I planned that trip to
Reno with my friends this weekend, and

I've already committed, and I can't get
out of it.

Grandpa probably doesn't want me to
dance with him anyway, so stop

me. Nobody is pressuring you.

I'm not pressuring you. The doctor
thinks she's got a hairline fracture.

For the best -case scenario, she's got a
sprained ankle. Either way, she's not

going to dance with me. There's a
competition tomorrow.

Damn, Nick, that's a shame.

Yeah.

Hell, we could have won the damn thing,
too. We were dancing circles around that

Don Amici wannabe.

He won the thing last year.

Yeah?

Grandpa, um, you know, I know it's not
the same, and I know I'm no Jillian, but

I used to do cotillion, and I was pretty
good, and if you want, I'll dance with

you. Thank you, sweetheart, but you're
going on your trip this weekend. Are you

kidding? It would be an honor.

How can you turn down an offer like
that? I can't.

Be at the ballroom at 3 o 'clock. I've
got this wonderful Argentinian

who's coaching me on the big
competition.

I'll be there. All right, good.

Now I'm going to go soak my feet. They
ain't what they used to be, but they're

all I got.

Caitlin Cross.

You don't work here anymore?

What? Well, I don't like it when people
change their routines. You've been a

little too scarce around here for my
liking lately.

Well, maybe we can talk about it
sometime.

Yeah, but not here. I'll be at my place
in about an hour.

Okay with you? Perfect.

Good morning, Special Agent Langdon.
You're up early.

Where's Caitlin Cross?

I can show you where her desk is.

But beyond that, you'll have to use your
very special FBI investigative powers.

Forensics don't lie.

We found traces of C4 in the carpet of
Caitlin Cross' apartment. No tagging, so

no reason I can think of for it to be
there unless she's been assembling car

bombs. Mm -hmm.

Yeah, well, you're going to find it very
difficult to make a case out of that.

Barb?

Barb! Where's the camera?

Hey, it's locked in my drawer. I'm
coming, I'm coming, I'm coming.

Harv?

Harv! Harv, are you okay?

Here, bottom drawer, left side.

Evan.

Oh, man.

No, no, it's still a good plan.

Are you all right?

This is the seriousness with which you
conduct your operations?

Let me tell you something, Bubba.

Despite our phantom DJ here, we damn
sure get the job done. But if you want

deploy some of those well -funded FBI
resources to help us with our mystery

disco, I might revise my opinion about
how you conduct your business.

Thank you very much. Easy.

All right. Thank you.

Joe.

Joe, wake up.

Joe, it's time to get up.

Oh, honey, 15 more minutes. It's too
early to get up. Joe, it's 9 .30.

Udo's here.

Udo.

What do you say we jog to the gym, Joe?

Come on, come on.

Come on, how do you...

Hey,

Nick.

She's in the kitchen. I made her some
coffee.

Hey, where are you going?

Rehearsal. Well, you want a ride?

Cassidy's picking me up. I'll see you
later.

All right.

What? What is so funny?

What?

What do you mean, what? You're smiling.
Is there something particularly amusing

about my predicament now? No.

No, no, no, no.

Nothing at all.

I saw Jeff Machino, the man Langdon said
I blew up. He was outside my apartment.

Well, if Langdon was right, he was there
to kill you.

Which is an interesting alternative,
considering what Langdon's got in store

you. Nash, I am being set up.

I believe you.

Problem is, I don't think Langdon gives
a damn about what I think.

If I'm going to help you, I'm going to
need to know what's going on here.

If you're going to help me, just find
Jeff Machina.

Listen, sister.

The way I see this, these people that
are playing this game are some serious

professionals.

And that means a lot of people are going
to get killed.

And I, for one, am not going to be one
of those people.

So if you want my help, You're going to
have to give me the whole story.

Trust.

It's a beautiful thing.

Fine.

Fine? What do you mean? Where are you
going?

I'm going back to work.

Nash, come.

You want to survive this thing?

Or do you want to play by the rules?

Give me a whistle when you figure it
out.

Bananas, avocados, breads, nuts,
cereals, eggs, chips or other snack

beans.

How many times a week are you eating
lima beans?

You know, that's the only one I'm not
really going to have trouble with.

I thought you guys were on the Moschino
hunt.

Can't find a point of purchase on this
guy, Nash, and with no clues to lead us

to other clues to lead us to him, he
might as well have blown up in that car.

Surveil Caitlin's apartment.

She said she saw him there last night.

We gonna do a protective custody on her?
Well, she hasn't said she wanted our

help yet, but... Where's Joe?

Joe?

Joe?

Joe! Yeah?

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah, I'm just a little stiff.

You gonna make it?

Like in this millennium? Yeah, yeah.

We got it. Ah, there you go. So that's
what getting in shape looks like.

Oh, man.

Uh, Joe? Huh?

The door.

How do you know?

He was outside my apartment.

I told you not to go home. Well, I
didn't, and if I had, I'd be dead.

What are you going to do to help me?

Go ahead.

Open it.

It's all there. Diplomatic passport,
birth certificate, driver's license,

education and job history.

It's unassailable and untraceable.

I can't. You have no other choice.

I can't protect you out here, Caitlin.

Machina wants you dead and Langdon wants
you behind bars.

If you stay outside, the company could
consider you a liability.

An embarrassment.

I'm being posted to Istanbul.

Station chief, you'll be my number two.

That won't be so bad, will it?

I'm offering you a way out.

You're not offering to help me.

You want to control me. That's all you
do to people is control them.

And if they get in your way, you simply
have them removed.

Quite the contrary.

I'm trying to bring you closer.

I'll do respect, Elliot. My answer is
no.

Caitlin.

If you walk away, you're on your own.

Gentlemen, you are holding her like a
basket.

Elbows up. Elbows up. Shoulders down.

Good. Okay.

Everybody. T -A -N -G -O.

Together. T -A -N -G -O.

Good. Remember, the tango is the dance
of a very expensive prostitute.

Gentlemen, you are stalking her. And
ladies...

You're looking back, wondering if he can
afford you.

And gentlemen, you must get her with a
snap of your head. Snap your head, Nick.

Snap it. Good.

You've got to feel it, young lady.

Coming up the center.

Because if you don't feel it, the judges
are not going to see.

Okay.

Let's take a break.

You're not going to win with her.

I know.

You and Jillian could have won. I know.

But with her?

No way.

I gotta win.

How are you doing?

Good. You don't have to be here. You
don't have to humor me just because I'm

your grandfather.

I'm not humoring you, Grandpa.

Because I can get somebody else to do
this with me if you're not into it.

You don't think I'm good enough, do you?
I didn't say that.

But she did.

Well, Grandpa, look, I really want to do
this. I can do this for you. I know you

can.

Harv, get over to Caitlin. You're going
to find a dead body.

Get back to me stat with whatever
forensic turns up.

Huh? Yeah, thanks.

I just want you to know that I don't ask
for help very easily.

Don't worry about it. You've got it.

By the way,

what ever possessed you to go back to
your apartment?

It was my roommate.

All right? I kept calling her. She
didn't answer. I got concerned.

Well, for future reference, be concerned
for your own ass first.

Where's your roommate now?

She traded flights with another
attendant. She's probably circling

So, do you have any advice about what I
should do now? Oh, yeah, I got some big

advice. Right after you tell me what the
hell's going on.

You can begin whenever you're
comfortable.

I was working as a CIA systems analyst.

At my desk, we were in charge of
monitoring weapons sprayed from Ponium

Russians. We?

Yes, we. We always worked two to a
death. My partner.

Say, it was Tim McDonald.

He was murdered.

By them or us? I don't know, Nash, all
right? That's why I quit. I couldn't

lies from the truth. The only reliable
piece of information I had was that the

assassin was Jeff Machino.

Any idea who's trying to kill him now?

No.

Any idea who's trying to frame you?

No.

No.

No.

Used to be a psychiatrist's office.

For some inexplicable reason, Joe and I
have a prolific gay clientele.

Don't ask me to explain it.

You could probably use a drink, huh?

Yeah, yeah, actually I could.

You can use the shrink's couch there.

And then what? I'm supposed to tell you
all about my childhood?

Well, actually, I'm more concerned about
the present.

Who else did you contact at the agency?

I can't say.

Wait a minute, sister.

Didn't we already go down this road
once?

My old section chief, Elliot Rand, he
flew in from D .C. yesterday.

It's protocol.

He's staying at St. Francis.

Do you trust him?

Yes.

About as much as I trust anyone.

I'm going to want to talk to him. Set it
up.

Well, Nash, I can't guarantee you that
he's going to show up.

He'll show.

Why?

Because whatever he has to do with this,
he doesn't have enough control over

what's going on here.

He's going to want to learn everything
he can.

Get some sleep.

Uh, Nash?

Yeah?

Could you leave the door open?

Sure.

How's that?

you alone.

There's three of us.

Call them off.

Okay, but you're gonna have to let me
go.

They're downstairs buffeting the lobby.

This is about the missing stuff. We're
bonded, man.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold it.

Hold it.

This guy is CIA. I'm Mormon.

Okay, Cedric.

Sorry. We're not going to be needing
your services tonight.

Thank you very much. Good night.

Well,

you can go on back to bed.

Yeah.

Do you think we could stay up a minute,
maybe?

You actually got to sleep?

What's your secret?

I, um...

I have a confession to make.

Oh, good.

Something I really didn't tell you
before.

I like bedtime stories.

The man that Machino killed.

Tim McDonald, my deskmate.

Well, we were actually romantically
involved.

Well, that's a relief. I thought you
were going to tell me you cheated on

mileage reports or something.

The company claimed...

That Tim was trading intelligence with
the Russians.

Was he?

Absolutely not.

At least I don't think he was.

The company said that he was demanding
more money, that he was becoming a

security risk to the Russians, so they
killed him.

I have spent the last three years of my
life trying to clear Tim's name.

picture of my friend, Caitlin Cross.

After Tim was killed, well, you know, I
started to realize how alone I was.

I, um, I was at this job and, and I

couldn't tell anybody about it.

And the only person in the world that I,
I could confide in was Tom.

I just, Nobody to turn to, and I didn't
know what to do.

You're okay.

It's okay now.

You're not alone now.

Udo, can I talk to you for a minute?
Hey, Joe.

Hey, hey.

Was that 20?

I don't think so.

Let's go.

What's up, big Joe? You need to
reschedule?

Well, actually, I don't think I can make
it tomorrow.

No?

Come on, worm.

Come on.

Let's go.

Right here.

20. Now.

Udo, actually, I don't think I can
continue training with you anymore.

Why? Is something wrong?

You're hurt?

No, it's nothing like that.

Well, you know, the gym is really far
from my house, and it's really hard

getting up so early in the morning all
the time, and I just can't.

I'm going to bring the equipment to your
home, and I'm going to customize the

workout for a maximum burn.

Let's go, Worm, right over here.

Uh, Udo, I don't think I'm making myself
very clear here.

This is the real deal. I want to see 20,
minimum.

Udo?

I can't take it anymore, okay?

Is there someone else?

What? It's Alexi, isn't it?

He's always taking my clients from
behind my back.

Look, Udo, it's not Alexi. It's me. I
can't take the stress in my life

okay?

Goodbye. Have a nice life, Udo. It's
over.

Yeah, whatever.

When you start floating off the ground
like a blimp, don't call me.

Autopsy came back on Langdon. Two rounds
to the back of the head point blank.

They found a gun a couple blocks away in
a dumpster.

Caitlin's gun.

Yeah, ballistics match the slugs.

Brent's? Hers, Nash. Only hers.

Like I said, textbook.

Hell, it's practically comical.

Yeah, unless you're Caitlin.

Okay, boss.

I hate to be the one to bring it up, but
what if...

Everything is as it looks. What if
Caitlin isn't what she appears to be?

What if Langdon was right about her?

Harvey, don't you go AWOL on me now.

No, I'm just saying, what if?

Evan, what did you get in Langdon's
hotel room?

Uh, this.

Seems that Langdon locked it in the
hotel safe last night.

Caitlin's case file.

I'm gonna have to go through this, yeah?

So, are we going to help her?

Yeah, we're helping.

Because it's the right thing to do.

Exactly.

Do you guys go over to the detective
agency and sit with her and make sure

nothing happens to her?

Right. Yeah.

Hey, you wanted to see me?

Hi, yeah.

What would you say if I told you that I
could get you out of the dance

competition? I'd say no way.

What? No, come on. I already canceled my
trip. I'm not going to back out now.

You know, this dance competition is
really important to Nick.

Yeah, I know. I'm just beginning to get
the hang of it, you know? It's fun. I

feel like a lady.

Chanticism and natural.

Did you know that Nick and my mother
used to take dance lessons together?

Yeah, I saw the photos. It was really
elegant together.

Did you see in those photos that her
heart really wasn't in it?

I don't know. Maybe it was because she
was sick.

Nick never got to compete.

And I think that that really meant
something to him. It was really

him. You know what I'm trying to say?

Yeah, I do.

Thanks.

Richardson Dominguez.

What's the buzz?

It's quiet.

Very, very quiet.

Okay, hold on.

Caitlin, it's for you.

Hi. Hi.

You know an agent codenamed Dancer?

No. No, why?

Langdon was convinced that he was behind
Tim's murder.

How do you know?

I've got his files right here in front
of me.

I'm going to send them over. I want you
to take a look.

Ronnie, get this over to B &B right
away.

Yes, sir.

If you can identify this guy, I dare
you.

I'll go a long way towards putting this
behind you.

Captain Bridges?

I know you?

Elliot Rand.

I'll, um... Let me tell you that.

Let's take this outside.

Where is he?

She's safe.

I want to know what you're going to do
to keep her that way.

I'm not at liberty to discuss internal
agency matters. Where is she exactly?

If she wanted you to know, I'm sure
she'd have told you. Listen, Captain.

Caitlin worked for me in the Russian
section for five years.

Trust was the only thing that kept us
both alive.

Really?

I thought secrecy was the only thing
that kept us both alive.

What do you want?

I want Machino.

I got a murder to solve.

And he's the guy that needs to be found.

That won't be easy. I've been looking
for him for three days myself.

Well, then that concludes our meeting,
doesn't it?

Wait.

You're getting things all mixed up.

Enlighten me.

Somebody on that desk was selling
secrets.

My theory is Chaitin was in on it with
McDonald.

Oh, man, oh, man. She trusts you and
you're out to get her.

God, I love your business.

She's got you all twisted up in knots,
Captain.

Tell me where she is.

You better get a grip, Bubba.

This is strictly professional between
you and me.

I have nothing to win or lose with
Caitlin Cross personally.

But I don't like you.

You smell funny to me.

You know, my daddy once told me, never
start a fight with someone you don't

know.

Your daddy was absolutely right.

You might want to ponder his advice.

You find Machino.

I'll keep Caleb safe.

Dancer.

A.

C.

Rand.

Oh, my God.

Rand is dancer.

Hey, looky here. A little Cajun fried
chicken. It ain't good for you, but it's

good. Oh, well, it's tempting, but no
thanks. I actually got to go to the

ladies' room.

All right, I'll go.

You know what?

It's okay.

All right.

Well,

call me crazy.

I think we'd both feel better if one of
us stood outside that ladies' room door.

Yeah, I think you should go.

I'm already up.

Caitlin?

Damn it!

FIU, Captain Bridges.

Caitlin took a walk.

Housekeeping, that turned down.

Come on in.

Let me call you back.

You killed Tim.

You're wrong.

You were the one selling the secrets,
Dancer.

You killed Langdon, too.

You knew that if he got to Machino, he
would give you up. If I wanted to kill

you or harm you, why would I come here
and offer you a way out?

Because you wanted to frame me.

You knew I had no other choice.

I was only a junior analyst. Why am I so
valuable to you?

I've been watching you.

What? Since you left the agency.

Oh, my God.

Tim was on to you. That's why you killed
him.

You're angry.

Your head is spinning with theories. You
think that I want to hurt you, but in

fact, I love you.

I have for some time.

Are you all right?

Taking every ounce of willpower that I
have not to shoot you. No, nothing is

true but how much I care for you. Shut
up.

Turn around.

Turn around.

There's no evidence against me, Caitlin.
Think.

It's all against you.

Come to Istanbul and all this will go
away.

You think you can make me love you?

You think you can make me fall in love?

Your gun, please.

What now?

You're going to kill me and make it look
like we killed each other?

Yes.

Who killed Tim McDonald?

He did.

He works for Moscow.

Or he used to.

Who do you work for?

Come on, over here.

Don't you know it's impolite to not
answer the lady's question?

That's right.

Hand the guns to the lady.

Hands on your head. Come on.

Secret agent man exits this way.

So, uh, did you get your answers?

As much as I ever will.

A little more concentrating.

You've almost got it. Okay, one more
time.

One more time.

Here we go. Ready?

Is that your daughter?

Yes, and my father.

Ah, she's very beautiful.

She has a real elegance about her.

She did quite well, actually, for a
beginner.

But unfortunately, they didn't win.

No, I don't know.

You sure look like winners to me.

I know what he wants and I know what he
wants to hear. A beautiful victim.

Someone's trying real hard to scare you.
And a cop running out of time.

Being raped.

My move.

Your move.

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