All language subtitles for missing_s01e16_lost_sister

What? Who's chasing you?

Lady,

who's chasing you?

When you start to feel the groove,

it's time to make your body move.

That's right, that's what I said. Come
on, look. When you start to feel the

beat.

It's time to generate some need.

Hi.

Hi. Hi. I was just getting down to
business over here.

Right. You got a case. Let's go.

Okay.

Okay.

Burke's office is over there.

It's not her case. It's yours.

What? We need a very specific profile
for an undercover.

You fit it.

Really? That's... such a disaster.

Jess, you remember Special Agent Jack
Burgess from the Maryland office?

Like I remember my first root canal.

Jess, have you ever been to Chicago?

Yeah. As a married woman?

What? I am now your husband, and you are
late for your makeover. A much -needed

makeover, I might add.

Valerie who is here to see me? Valerie
Hyde.

The FBI's pride.

Where would the Bureau be without it?

How long's it been?

Oh, one year, four months, and a day,
which is one year, four months too long.

How you doing? Well, how else would I be
doing with Donna Karen's new fall line

available? You look great. Thank you.

Spending my danger pay.

Listen, I have to talk to you. Do you
have a minute?

Yes, sir.

Rita Brendan, former file clerk for the
FBI right here in Indianapolis.

Is she missing?

Disappeared yesterday after two previous
attempts to kidnap her.

Local police have a record of it? They
rescued her from the second try at Union

Station Mall Saturday night.

Brought her home, checked her house,
made sure she was safe.

No one's seen her since.

Any suspects?

At least one.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation.

is real see it with the heart and your
mind will feel

this

dream is real see it with the heart and
your

mind

Sunny, this is my old friend, Special
Agent Valerie Hyde. Oh, one of the Q6.

She knows about the Q6? Yeah, Tannik was
here a few months ago.

Oh, yeah. Shooting her big mouth off,
I'm sure.

It's true. I trained at Quantico with
Brooke, but I can't tell you anything

about her.

Especially not that thing about the test
pilot.

What test pilot?

Oh, my lips are sealed.

6 '2", green eyes, cut out of granite. I
wish I could tell you more. We have to

tell her about the case.

Unfortunately. All right.

Rita Brendan.

She worked for the FBI between 1994 and
97 here in Indianapolis.

She blew the whistle on some gray area
activities and found herself isolated.

How so? It's true that the office was a
little out of control back then, but

going public in their eyes was not the
best thing.

Let me guess. They wanted her to work
from the inside?

Basically.

So, your boyfriend Fisher.

Hunter.

Right. He's a tree surgeon?

He's a mechanic.

Ah, six -pack in one hand and pipe
wrench in the other, huh?

Plumbers use pipe wrenches. Don't try to
sound dumber than you are.

So, what do you and Humber talk about?

Country.

Philosophy, carburetors, what?

You're jealous.

I'm not jealous.

Look, don't you have anything better to
do? Than what? Than gawking at me? I'm

not gawking at you. I'm examining you
for operational ferocity, and no, I

have anything better to do. Because this
is hard enough without...

Yeah, making you look like a grown -up.
That's quite a challenge.

As soon as I get out of these heels, you
are going down.

You ever say that to Hanson? Hunter.

What is this case about, anyway?

Counterfeit designer merchandise.

That sounds fun.

Not if you're the nine -year -old
working in a sweatshop in Malaysia.

This stuff is made by slave labor and
distributed by counterfeit racketeers.

Stand up.

We're going undercover.

We put one foot wrong, and we could get
ourselves killed.

People kill over this stuff.

People kill over anything worth millions
of dollars.

At least in this operation, we're not
going to have to sublimate our natural

attraction for each other.

Who's sublimating?

I was sublimating. Weren't you
sublimating? There was no natural

Never mind.

So, it's not working.

Let's try something else.

So, Rita Brendan quit the FBI and
drifted into journalism, got

started living this anarchist
underground lifestyle.

In 1999, she wrote a book about an FBI
operation in North Dakota.

The book got people fired.

I remember that. The Sawgrass case that
got caught with false evidence.

Right. After that, she wrote a second
book. It was about a woman named Patty

Galligan. A peace activist?

Who was killed in a car crash in Idaho.
And Rita, of course, was convinced that

the FBI murdered her.

So she wrote a book about it.

And name names.

And? The agents who she named sued her
for libel and won.

So since then, she's been telling anyone
who'll listen that she's going to get

even with the Bureau.

She says she has fresh secrets and it's
going to blow the lid off once and for

all. Do you believe her?

I don't know.

But last week, she went to the Justice
Department and told them that the FBI

broke into her apartment and trashed it
looking for the manuscript.

On Saturday night, two guys in cheap
suits tried to grab her off the street

front of 90 witnesses.

On Sunday, she was gone. Chief's suits
sound like the FBI.

Oh, yeah.

Come on.

It's time to be sitting down.

We got to groove, baby. We got to move.

Party time.

Full of funk. Full of fire.

I like it like that.

So who did Rita Brinden get fired in the
Sawgrass case?

The SAIC, a guy named Robert Grossman.
You should talk to him.

Is there anyone else that could have
taken her?

Well, this may or may not be related,
but there is her ex -husband. I've been

investigating him for several months on
a separate case.

Harris Suter. We think he killed a cop
in Seattle.

And there's a connection?

That's why I'm here.

He killed a cop. He could have kidnapped
his ex -wife.

Or worse.

Let's get started.

There's a problem.

While we're investigating this case, the
Inspector General's office will be

investigating us.

What for?

Rita Brendan went to the Justice
Department and told them that the FBI

to kidnap her. And then she disappeared.

I guess I'd want to talk to her, too.

You can come to the meeting with Deputy
Inspector Darius Sharp.

So the woman writes the book the FBI
doesn't like. Then she disappears.

Well, that doesn't mean the FBI took
her.

90 witnesses saw two white men chasing
her, early 30s, short hair and suits.

Who's that sound like?

We don't look like that. We're the FBI.

Not only did we not take her, we'll find
her. You find her? I'll go back to

Washington. Until then, who's the agent
in charge?

I am. Then you're handing me your case
notes by tomorrow. Anything else you

find, you give that to me, too.

We're partners now.

Okay, this is cool. I look like a mob
wife.

They sure took the Indiana right out of
you, didn't they?

What is that supposed to mean?

Santino? Yes, sir. I said, what is that
supposed to mean? Button it.

Button it? Does this room have two beds?

The reservation was specifically for a
king.

And we won't need you to be turning down
the bed this evening. We'll take care

of that.

You got a room with one bed?

King size with satin sheets.

I'm going to strangle you.

Don't look so angry. We're supposed to
be married. Anyone married to you would

be angry.

You can't hand over your evidence to the
Justice Department or we'll never find

Rita.

Well, I didn't order you to hand over
anything, so you could start taking the

case now.

How many of those you had today?

I don't know.

Mom.

So you think this guy really killed a
cop in Seattle?

In my opinion, yeah.

Let's take some time, Mr. Studer.

It's blank. I'm tired. So walk back here
and I won't shoot you. Don't shoot me,

Agent Hyde. I bet you have a weapon on
you. No one will blink if I did shoot

you, so walk back.

You guys kill me.

Hands on the car.

Easy.

Where's Rita Harris?

You'd know better than me. Yeah, how
would I know? You took her.

The Bureau's been on her for months.
Come on.

Watching her, threatening her. They
broke into her place looking for that

Okay? She's terrified.

And how would her ex -husband know how
she was feeling?

We talked.

Tell her about the police officer you
killed? Are we done or what? Where were

you on Sunday?

I was planning a protest against the
World Trade Organization, okay?

Yeah. With a room full of people, okay?
Give me some names.

Oh, like you want me to rat out my
friends?

Is that it?

No alibi. Well, I've been looking for a
reason to hold him. Let's put him in the

car. Okay, take it easy.

Okay?

Don't tell him it was me, all right?

You presume you've got a room with one
bed because you enjoy sleeping on the

floor? That is our cover. We're supposed
to be hot for each other.

You lead a rich, fantasy life.

The real Santinos are swingers.

They mean to other people.

Other couples, they get together and
swing.

Oh, my God.

Don't worry, I'm not going to make you
swing if you don't want to. No, no, I

realize that. That's why I haven't
murdered you yet. All I'm saying is that

have to look like you're attracted to
me.

Well, I am Jess Mastroianni. I'm not
Meryl Streep. Oh, like it's any easier

me? I mean, who would marry you anyway?

Someone with great taste and bright
green eyes and a butt that says

A butt?

Don't say anything. Yours doesn't know.

Oh, yeah? How would you know? Because I
don't mean that. I didn't look.

Oh, my God. You are so attracted to me.
Oh, my God. You are so delusional.

All right, Jess.

I know this is going to be really hard
for you, working so closely together

me and being so hot for me, but you're
just going to have to deal with it. I am

hot for you. Who would set me up to stay
with them in a hotel room in Chicago?

Behind me!

Jack, do something!

No!

Jack! No! No!

I'll go!

No! Jess.

You're screaming.

I... I just heard something.

What I'm saying is you seem a bit
preoccupied. Yeah, well, you would be

preoccupied, too.

Sleeping dreams are bad enough, but
there's a word for having dreams when

are awake, and it is delusional. So
you're a little delusional. I can be

attractive in a girl.

Okay, first of all, I am not a girl. I
am a woman.

And second of all, my brother is
delusional. I'm sorry. I didn't know.

He's, um... He's mentally ill.

All right.

What do you think the dream meant?

I don't know.

Uh... I mean, the leather overcoat, that
might have had something to do with the

high fashion thing, but who's the woman
in trouble?

I don't know.

Okay, but here's the thing.

We're about to go see a very serious
guy.

The more you think about the dream, the
less you're going to think about the

situation, and that could get us both
killed.

Okay.

Are you good?

I'm good.

Like, you don't want to kill me.

All right, I'll forget this tomorrow.

Maybe it's an arranged marriage.

Well, Mrs.

Santino.

I hear very good things about you.

Reliable supplier.

Very hot wife.

So far you've delivered on half your
reputation.

The other half is even more exciting.

Oh, I doubt that.

Senora, come sit with me.

And when may I see your goods?

When did you have in mind?

I was thinking tomorrow afternoon.

I got leather and overcoat samples,
Gucci, Prada, whatever you need.

Tomorrow, then.

Ten o 'clock.

In our room.

Yes, well, that would save you the
trouble of bringing illegal goods

hotel.

See, Mr. Santino.

I need discretion as much as value.

Without discretion, I am sometimes
required to kill people.

Now, I can say that frankly to you
because I don't know you, so I don't

I have to kill you later.

But if you become my friends, well, then
it would be too hard to kill you.

Sounds safer to be friends.

thoughts exactly, senora.

I'm worried about Rita.

She was a friend as well as a business
relationship. I was hoping you had some

news. Actually, you were hoping that you
could help us?

Yeah, in any way I can. Please, sit
down. Make yourself comfortable.

You're publishing your book.

Yeah. In spite of her history of libel,
too.

Some things you do for business.

Some things you do for the truth.

She lost a libel case. That means she
lied.

She went in front of a jury that was
sympathetic to the FBI. That doesn't say

anything about the truth.

So you think there's truth in the book?

I think it's one of the most important
things I've ever read.

And I'm honored to publish it.

Can I read it?

Sure. Send you a copy when it comes out.

I meant now.

The only advance copy is going to the
inspector's office at the Justice

Department. We're working with a very
fine man over there.

Darius Sharp.

But if it becomes part of an
investigation on justice, it might

publications. I would rather be delayed
than dead, thank you very much.

Look, the truth can wait a little bit as
long as it comes out in the end, right?

You wouldn't know truth if it bit you in
the ass.

Your friend has a nice, compact manner
of expression.

She should think about writing sometime.

Thanks for your time.

You're welcome.

Have people lost their minds?

That would explain monster truck shows.
That guy thinks we kidnapped Rita

Brendon. I know the Bureau isn't
perfect, but we're not going around

the law.

We're the ones trying to help.

Padlet. Hey, we found the FBI agent that
Rita Brendon got fired, Robert

Grossman. I'll get the car and meet you
down there.

Where is he? Well, here's the thing.
He's got an address in Phoenix, but he

hasn't been there for at least a week.

Get the Phoenix office on him. It's
already in motion, but I have something

for you that you're not going to like.
Try me.

I had my team check out Rita Brendan's
apartment. It was bugged.

Why wouldn't I like that?

We did it.

Which we?

The FBI with the Radon 2312 listening
device.

The latest technology. We don't even
have it in the office yet.

Where else could it be found?

You can't buy them at the Sharper Image.

Take all court surveillance orders,
Bureau -wide. I did. No one authorized

listening run on Rita Brendan.

Somebody in the Bureau just went ahead
and did it illegally.

Who? I don't know for sure, but we've
got a partial print on the lamp it was

stuck to.

And there's a 60 % chance it's Valerie
Hyde's fingerprint.

Your friend was listening to Rita
Brendan.

So let me get this straight. You're
supposed to be my husband?

Yes.

And this disgusting little... Deadly
killer?

Deadly killer was coming on to me and
you just stood there? Yes, like a guy

wants to make a deal with the deadly
killer, yes.

Okay, a husband would want to shoot the
deadly killer for coming on to his wife.

Not.

If the husband has a reputation as a
swinger.

Along with his wife.

I don't know what you're so angry about.
Things are going great. Moroni's going

to offer us the buy tomorrow, and we'll
be able to drop him for 15 to 20. Just

as soon as he has me for his love
monkey.

Colorful phrase, but you've got to admit
it's a small price to pay.

Love monkeys like peanuts.

You know what is so great about you?

There's so many things, it's hard to
pick just one.

No matter. how obnoxious you are, I can
always count on you to get worse.

Well, I find it very interesting that
you're so anxious for me to play the

of the protective lover. I think that it
reveals some of your real feelings.

As if you have any idea what real
feelings are.

You know, I think you have got a lot of
displaced energy, Jess.

Yeah, well, you wouldn't want me to
place it where I want to.

No.

You lied to me. I protected you. You're
my friend. That's why I protected you.

You bugged me to Brendan's apartment.

With my team, yes. And when you asked me
to help you find her, you were already

pursuing her illegally.

Did your team kidnap her?

No. We were following her and pressuring
her. Why?

To get information on her husband.
That's who we're after. He killed a cop.

I don't even think that's relevant
anymore, Valerie. What you're doing is

illegal.

And now you've made me complicit in
this. You're not complicit.

Really? If I don't go to the Justice
Department right now and tell them what

know, then I'm sharing this with you.
Then do it.

Hand them your case notes.

Sometimes you can't control the outcome,
Brooke.

If we're going to solve anything, if
we're going to do anything we're

to do, we don't just bend the rules.
Sometimes they break.

That's the way the world works for most
of us.

Is this a bad

time? No, come on in, Sonny.

All right, so there's still no sign of
the missing FBI guy in Phoenix.

So he might have Rita. He could, but
check this out.

Rita had a new alarm system installed in
her place.

I tracked down the guy who did it. Turns
out she told him she needed it because

she was afraid of her ex -husband.

Harris Suter.

When was this?

Last week.

I'll keep you going.

FBI! Drop your weapon!

Well, theater's dead.

Sonny, I need an evidence team and a
medical examiner.

It's pitch black out there in the
hospital.

Looks like a 9mm.

Lots of people use 9mms besides the
Bureau.

I have a gentleman in my office named
Darius Sharp.

He's the Deputy Inspector General at the
Department of Justice. Sound familiar

to you?

Mm -hmm.

He said he asked you to hand over your
case notes on the Rita Brindon

disappearance. Actually, he asked
Valerie for hers. Well, now he's asking

yours. Well, I would hand them to him if
I knew he'd use them to help find Rita.

All right, look.

Do we have anything new on it, aside
from her ex getting shot?

No, not yet.

But I might be close.

We'll get closer.

If we don't find her before justice gets
a hold of this, we won't find her at

all. I'll talk to him.

Look, if the Bureau had nothing to hide,
you'd welcome this investigation.

Mr. Sharp, this is not a matter of
hiding.

We're on the same side here.

Are we? The FBI has a long history of
subverting the Constitution and breaking

the law.

Ruby Ridge, Waco. But that's what it is,
history.

You can't seriously believe that the
Bureau kidnapped this woman. I hope

right, but we won't know until we look.

The minute that this goes to Washington,
it becomes political.

And any chances of finding Rita Brendan
alive or otherwise diminish rapidly.

Let me find her.

Then you can decide where to place the
blame. The longer I wait, the more

the Bureau has to cover up its
wrongdoing.

So I'm asking for your notes.

I'm afraid I can't do that. I'll have a
subpoena within three hours, and you'll

have to.

Then I guess I have three more hours to
work.

Mr. Sharp.

Thank you so much for your time. You've
made yourself perfectly clear.

Do your thing.

All right, we can see the whole room.

And the camera is hidden.

Why do I get the impression that that is
not the first time you've ever said

that? That's not even the first time
I've said it in a hotel room.

It's one time in Maui. Okay, I withdraw
the comment.

And you can stop handling my
merchandise.

You have been trying to get me to handle
your merchandise since we checked in.

Why is it that everything you say has to
turn into a suggestive comment?

Me? You were the one who always does
that.

You just did it. Two times in a row.

Well, because I've learned to make
preemptive strikes against you, you're

rubbing off on me.

Don't say it. What? Whatever it is that
you were thinking. I was thinking that I

would like you to stop handling my
merchandise.

I can't believe that these things are
fake.

How do you make them?

We don't.

Moroni knows his stuff, so if I tried to
sell him a counterfeit piece from the

evidence locker, he would know where it
came from. It could tip him off.

On the other hand, if I represent a new
source of goods that are

indistinguishable from the real thing...
Do you mean that these are all real

designer items?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Don't get any ideas.

Yes, Moroni and his guys.

Sometimes they can get a little edgy
during a bye.

And any, even the slightest slip -up
could panic them, and it might get us

killed.

Okay.

So we're in this together?

All the way.

So whatever you do, don't be nervous.

Because if you are...

Well, how could I be nervous now that
you've put my mind at rest?

Mr. Maroney, nice to see you. Come in.

Mr. Santino.

Gentlemen, please.

Bellissimo.

How beautiful you look today.

Mil gracias.

Would you gentlemen a drink?

Soon.

First the business, then the pleasure.

Here's the merchandise.

I'm not blind.

As promised, only the best cannot tell
these from the real deal.

Maybe you can't.

The themes aren't right.

Handle's too thin.

Obviously, I can't pay much for such
poor imitations.

The price may be important, but so is
provenance.

I don't deal in stolen goods or in
anything traceable. I'll be the judge of

that.

What the hell is this?

Let's get the hell out of here.

Mr. Maroney, it's... Let's go.

Easy, easy.

Okay, the locals couldn't type the
bullet that killed Suter, so I got them

hand it over, and I found some fragments
in the affected area, his left temporal

lobe. Darius Sharp is using the fact
that we've taken possession of the

as an indication of a bureau cover -up.
What?

That's ridiculous. This is a perfectly
clean chain of evidence.

Hey, I know that, and you know that.

Sharp is spinning it his way, so you
better have something good for me.

I have something, but it's not good.

I pieced together the fragments, and the
bullet that killed him came from a Sig

228.

A bureau gun. We're not the only ones
who have them.

Cops do. The military.

Darius Sharp is coming with a subpoena
for your case files in an hour, Brooke.

hope you have a strategy.

I do. I won't comply.

I mean one that works, because that one
will get you put in jail, and I won't be

able to stop it. Give me the details on
the autopsy.

It wasn't us.

Then we'd have to find out who it was.

Listen, our talk yesterday, I've made it
part of my case.

If I destroy it...

I'm breaking the law, but if I hand them
over... We'll never find Rita Brendan.

And you and your team will go to jail?
And if you don't hand them over, then

you'll go to jail.

It's pretty clear, Brooke.

Come on, we've always known what was
right.

Give them the file.

I'm here for Special Agent Brooke
Haslett.

Agent Hazlitt, I have a subpoena
ordering you to surrender all files

the kidnapping of Rita Brendan and the
murder of Harris Souter.

I'm sorry, I can't comply with that
request.

This is a court order. I can acquire the
file with or without your cooperation,

Hazlitt. If you find it, yes.

I thought you might say that. I also
came armed with a search warrant.

Marshal?

Judge Hazlitt, you're under arrest for
contempt of court.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

You have a right to an attorney.

You cannot afford an attorney. One will
be appointed to you by the court. Do you

understand these rights?

Yes, I'm familiar with them.

Keep looking, guys.

Inspector Sharp wants that file found.

Hey, I don't want you touching it.
That's evidence. I don't want it

contaminated.

What's in here?

Dry ice and a human brain. You want to
see?

Anything?

Nothing yet.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation has
nothing to hide in this matter. We're

investigating the disappearance of Rita
Brindon. We regret that the Justice

Department feels it necessary to
investigate us at the same time. This is

we deem as counterproductive. But
moments after this statement, the

Department's Deputy Inspector General
announced that FBI agent Brooke Haslett

has been arrested for refusing to hand
over files relating to the case. Oh my

God. Thanks, Bob.

Okay, things are looking up. I had some
fancy talking to do, but Moroni's agreed

to do another sit -down.

Now, he was a little freaked out, but I
told him you're on drugs.

Rick's been arrested.

It's a missing journalist case.

The Inspector General's office is
proceeding with its investigation.

The Bureau says it has nothing to hide,
but its agents defy the courts and act

like some kind of secret police.

Secret police. Stop!

My dreams aren't about this case.
They're about Brooke's case.

Call her. Well, she's in jail.

She needs me. Oh, not like I need you.

Thanks for the confession, but I gotta
go.

Jess.

Look, we're having a sit -down with
Maroney tonight. If you're not there,

gonna walk.

Jess, I appreciate that you have
friends. I do.

She's on a mission here.

And that mission needs you.

Find me where that file was. I'd hand it
over myself.

Well, good luck. They looked everywhere
for it, and they haven't been able to

find it.

Okay, we need to move here.

WWBD. What?

What would Brooke do?

She'd go on the offensive. She'd go
right at the DIG. The question is how.

Well, let's beat him at his own game.

If he wants to compete for evidence,
let's compete. If he can get a warrant,

maybe we can. For what?

What caused this whole mess? Rita
Brendan's book.

Which the publisher refused to show you.
Is there a way we can force him to hand

it over?

Well, I bet I know some judges who might
not like Darius Sharp.

Okay, so we get a hold of the book and
see who has the most to lose. Who

specifically in the Bureau had slammed?
That could tell us who had the

motivation to kill Suda or take Rita.
But do you think it was someone in the

Bureau? I don't know.

Well, I can tell you this. It's not the
ex -agent, the one that had the motive

to hurt Rita Brendan.

The guy who disappeared in Phoenix?

Yep. He reappeared. He was hiking in the
mountains with witnesses, so he didn't

kidnap her.

Estrada.

Well, bring it on down.

Well, we may have caught a break. They
found an ammo clip from a pistol that

tossed into a storm drain.

Two miles from where Suda was shot.

Alan. Brooke.

How'd you get me out?

Well, I called the Deputy Attorney
General in Washington and I explained to

it's not that we're refusing to hand
over the file, it's just that the file

been misplaced.

I told Darius Pointblank that I wasn't
going to hand it over. I know, but I

explained to the Deputy that that
statement is no longer operative.

What does that mean?

It means that the Attorney General of
these United States is not happy to have

this on TV.

So she pressured Sharp to release you.
But we only have six hours for you to

hand over your evidence before you go
back to the facility.

Unless I find Rita and prove that the
FBI had nothing to do with her

disappearance. Well, I suggest we get
moving.

Someone wants to talk to you.

Jess is on the phone.

Hi, Jess.

Hi, Brooke.

Jess, I thought you were supposed to be
undercover.

I am. You would not believe the clothes
I get to wear.

What's up?

Um, I had a dream about your case.

You don't know anything about it. I
know. Uh, but I went through a lot with

so just listen.

Um, there were these guys, and they were
in these long leather coats, which is

why I thought that it was about our case
at first, because they seemed high

fashion, but, um... They were dragging
away this woman, and now I realize that

the woman had to represent Rita Brendan.

What makes you think that, Jess?

Well, because she was the emotional
center of the dream, and there's no

anywhere in this case.

I think it's yours.

So these people were dragging her off?

They were, like, secret police or
something, and, uh... And she was

the Lubyanka, don't take me to the
Lubyanka.

Whatever that means.

The Lubyanka with the pregnant one by
the KGB.

So in your dream, Jess, Rita Brendan's
being taken away by a secret police

force. That's exactly what she claims
the FBI is.

Okay, here we go. Rita Brendan's
manuscript has got nothing.

It's full of conspiracy theory and
fantasy, but not one single solid

against the Bureau.

So the only way the publisher can make a
lot of money would be from a big

initial order.

The kind that publicity like this would
generate.

That's okay as far as that goes, but
it's just conjecture.

Well, then how about this? A 13 -round
ammo clip from a Sig 228 retrieved from

the sewer.

I traced the serial number, and it was
stolen from an army warehouse in 98.

Sold at a gun show last fall and paid
for with a credit card that checks to a

shell corporation named Mercy Inc.

Uh, in the dream, the woman was yelling
for mercy.

That publisher Billings' first newspaper
was a free sheet called The Mercy

Times. What addresses do you have on
this guy?

Uh, office, home, a place out on Flat
Rock Creek in a little town called

Lubyanka was in Moscow?

I'll send units to cover the house and
the office.

We'll take care of the country place,
all right?

No turning back now.

Felix, come out with your hands up.

Morris, you said this was supposed to be
a publicity stunt. Yeah, well, things

got out of hand. What can I tell you?

Hey, back off or she dies.

I want safe transport out of here. I'm
not screwing around.

You're surrounded. Come out with your
hands up. I'll kill her, I swear to God.

Where the hell is that tactical team? I
need that sharpshooter now!

I can't wait. I don't want any more
stories. The press will turn this into

another Ruby Ridge. Filling!

Listen to me!

I'm on arm!

Send Rita out and you can surrender
safely!

Send Rita out!

Please do what she said.

Please, you can trust her. You can.

Let me tell you the hard truth.

I'd already become suspicious of you,
Mr. Santino.

Survived in this business.

Because I know a setup when I see one.

Then came your display earlier.

You are one crazy bitch, you know that?

No cop is going to act like that.

So I will do business with you. But,
Senora, stay off the drugs.

That was actually cough syrup.

cough syrup thing was genius.

They worked well together.

You know, you could have a future at
this thing if you had the right partner.

I already have a partner.

Well, then maybe we could discuss
another kind of partnership.

You don't give up, do you? Okay, I'll
settle for dinner.

I have a boyfriend.

And that deprives you of hunger?

Okay, one meal, no starter, no drink. No
drink, no drink?

What, are you afraid you'll do something
you'll regret?

What I regret is having this
conversation. Goodbye.

She's tough.

She's good, yeah.

Rita Brendan is telling us everything.

She and the publisher cooked up the
kidnapping as a publicity stunt to

the book.

Sarita told the Justice Department that
the FBI was following her. She had two

of her friends chase her in front of
witnesses.

Then she went into hiding, and Justice
figured she had really been taken.

And got instant publicity.

Her ex -husband figured out what was
going on. And the publisher couldn't

anyone knowing, so he killed the guy.

Oh, uh... I found your file.

Brooke, you don't have to say anything.
Yes, I do.

You put everything on the line for me.

I did that because you're my friend.

I still think what you did was wrong.

I know.

Walk me to the door.

Who are you calling?

My boyfriend.

As you can see, I'm conflicted. And I'm
starving.

Sometimes at dinner.

Just at dinner.

No answer?

I'll drop you off after.

After what?

Dinner.

What do you think?