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Dad?

I'm sorry I missed dinner.

I got held up at LAX.

Pardon? There's murder?

The cause of death was an unstable neck
fracture which severed his spinal cord.

Your Mr. Kim died quickly and grimly.
Only his name wasn't Kim.

His driver's license and his home
address turned out to be bogus. And when

checked his prints, guess what?

This guy's not even in the system.

Makes sense.

He also had schistosomiasis, which is a
parasitic infection endemic to the

Middle East.

Maybe your friend just got off an
airplane.

Well, if he was a tourist, he was
traveling light.

We found this under a parked car.

Is there any indication that the guy
might have been strangled?

No, but obviously he put up a good
fight.

And judging by the lividity and the
temperature of the body, I'd say the fun

started at approximately 5 p .m.

That might help.

LAX photographs the license plates of
any vehicle leaving the parking

With a little luck, I should be able to
trace the killer's car.

Listen, if you find him, be careful.
Anybody who can break a human neck with

bare hands.

I know.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, how tragic.

That guy picked a beautiful day to die.

Well, sorry you ruined your good mood.

Well, nothing is going to ruin this good
mood. As of tomorrow, I'm taking a week

off, going down to Baja, doing a little
fishing with my dad.

Whoa, is this the same Dr. Travis that
went to extraordinary lengths to avoid

fishing with his father?

Well, somebody convinced me to spend a
little quality time with my dad.

Well, I'm very happy to hear this.

Especially since your dad and you have
been apart for so long.

That, my friend, is ancient history.

What do you mean you're canceling our
trip?

I really can't talk about it, Jess.

Let's just say something's come up.

What, an emergency audit?

A problem at home. I've got to get back
to Toronto tonight.

Your family.

My other family, yeah, right.

I'm sorry.

Look, Dad, sorry's not going to cut it
this time, all right?

You and I need to talk this through.
Well, maybe in a week or two I... No,

tonight. After my shift. Or you know
what? You could just walk away.

You decide.

Okay. I'll meet you for dinner. Del
Florius.

Eight o 'clock.

Don't be late.

Well, the car appears to be from our
department, but I don't see how that's

pertinent to your investigation.

Mr. Drake, so far I've cleared every
driver that was in the parking structure

the time of the murder, except for the
driver of that car, who I presume works

out of this office. I don't see the
relevance. I mean, the killer could have

been a walk -in.

Could have been. But I still need to
talk to the driver of that car. He or

might have seen something.

It is unlikely that any of our employees
were at LAX yesterday.

I mean, typically our field agents are
assigned to rural areas where we help

protect California from invaders, bed
flies and such.

Murdering unsuspecting travelers is a
bit beyond our purview.

Well, my purview is catching criminals.

Now, if you don't want me coming back
here with a search warrant and a bunch

very sloppy cops... Uh, Kessler, why
don't you find out who used that car

night, all right?

Well, that may be difficult.

Our people don't always sign for the
cars that they take.

They come and go as they need, however
their assignments dictate.

You know, for a bunch of bug
exterminators, your employees have a lot

latitude.

Nevertheless, that's the way we operate.

Kessler will get back to you if he finds
any information.

Now we've got to get back to work.

A potential infestation has just been
brought to my attention.

Are you Dr. Travis?

Yeah.

I guess I'll jump right to it.

I'm your brother, Bruce Travis.

Well, stepbrother, technically.

I didn't mean to shock you.

No.

Very tall.

Of course my dad's told me about you,
but... But he never showed you a

right?

I don't even have a picture of him.

Have a seat.

Dane Travis has never been what you
would call sentimental or willing to

with his problems.

He and Mom, my mom, have been going
through some tough times.

She's had it with his always being gone.

I tell you, that's one of the reasons
why my mom left him. And it's why I flew

in from Toronto to talk to Dad in person
to try to make sure there's not going

to be another divorce.

But he's already checked out of his
hotel, and no one seems to know where he

Well, look, I don't think you have
anything to worry about. He's going to

back to Toronto tonight.

Tonight may not be soon enough.

Mom's really upset.

She was packing when I left. If he
doesn't talk to her... You know, I don't

where he is right now, but I do know
where he's going to be later. He and I

going to meet up at this restaurant
called Del Florio's, and, well, you're

than welcome to join us.

Jordy yet?

I want you to know I'm really sorry
about that Mexico trip.

Because it would have been the perfect
place for us to start to get to know

other. But...

The truth is that we can start to get to
know each other anywhere.

Even here. Look, the problem is I
thought that I had gotten to know you

this Toronto thing and Bruce came up
and... Bruce?

Bruce, your son, my stepbrother.

He came by my apartment earlier.

Bruce is here?

Yeah. He says he really needs to talk to
you.

Well, he always does.

My goodness, to come all this way. I bet
he's still wearing that dumb red jacket

he loves so much.

Actually, he was wearing a brown leather
jacket. Pretty sharp, too.

Look, Dad, if you're having problems at
home...

My God, Dad, you killed a man. You
killed your own son.

That was not my son.

That was an assassin sent to kill me.

Why? We just grew up on his tax returns?

I'm not an accountant. I never was.

I'm a counterintelligence analyst.

I work for the company, CIA.

A spy?

You're telling me you're a spy?

And your other family?

There's no wife.

No brothers for you, step or otherwise.

You're the only son I've got, as far as
I know.

Jess, you have to stick with me now.

They may be coming after you, too.

You know, I got a better idea, Daddy. I
don't know if I told you this, but I'm a

spy, too.

Sorry, an intelligence officer. And I'm
going to go down to the chief.

At control. And getting you some help. I
said calm.

The first rule is calm. I ask you to
stay calm.

Two victims, both

with broken necks, both carrying phony
ID, not to mention they both were

suffering from the same parasitic
condition.

I'd say it goes a bit beyond
coincidence.

Beyond and out the door.

Was this latest one found near the
airport, too?

I know Beverly Hills at a Del Florio's
restaurant.

So much for their four -star rating.

Del Florio when?

Last night at 8.

Why, what's wrong?

Jessie was supposed to have dinner there
last night at 8.

Nurse Rush just told me that she was
complaining that he had returned any of

pages. What? Jessie couldn't be involved
in any of this.

Well, if he is, he must have had plastic
surgery.

Waiter Del Florio saw that guy go into
the bathroom just before the body was

found. Dane?

Mark, do you know him?

Surveillance cameras, motion sensors,
electrified fencing, cinnamon.

Some things never change.

One thing I learned from the IMF, the
enemy can be anywhere, anyone.

Does that include me?

I also learned that eventually you have
to trust someone, whether you like it or

not.

Yes, that's very true.

So, a couple of weeks ago, one of
Saddam's son -in -laws got in touch with

parent station.

Looking to make a deal, of course.

He says that Iraq has finally figured
out a way to buy

restricted American technology.

Nothing's impossible.

He says the information...

is coming through a series of dummy
companies operating out of

Marseille, Antwerp, and London.

Like turnkey.

Exactly like turnkey.

You've spoken to Drake, of course.

But he doesn't want to talk about it.

That's disconcerting. Which is why I
took it to Langley.

Not that it did any good, because nobody
at the D .O. was interested.

Well, why should they be?

They're too busy justifying their
existence to be bothered with a 20 -year

operation that went south.

Well, if nobody cares, then who's trying
to kill me?

The Iraqis, the Libyans, those fun
-loving Serbs.

They're all independent agents these
days, you know.

None of them have any reason to come
after me.

I'm a discard.

I haven't been active since the wall
came down.

Cinnamon, what are you keeping this
thing around for?

Oh, it's one of the few reminders from
the old days that I've held on to.

It was taken just before... Greg Kessler
so

badly wanted to be on the IMF team.

He thought this mission would get him
there.

I wouldn't be surprised if his son...

Made assistant director someday.

Greg would be so proud.

You sure about that?

He loved the great game.

Well, so did I once.

I certainly never wanted my son
involved. I did everything I could to

away from my family, and now we're right
in the middle.

Oh, it's just me.

Sorry.

Now it doesn't look like anyone I know.

Are you sure?

Because my father says that's Dane
Travis.

The security guard in the lobby of your
building said he looks like one of your

employees. Gentlemen, Dane Travis is a
field agent.

He specializes in Mexican bean beetles.

That's funny because Dane told his son
he worked for a shoe company.

Now you're telling me he kills bugs for
a living.

What's the truth here?

Well, the truth is I don't see how any
of this applies to your investigation.

You don't?

Your employee, Dane Travis, was observed
at the scene of a murder.

A car from your motor pool, which you no
doubt has access to, was observed in

another order.

That's what's called a coincidence.

Like it's coincidence that no one,
federal, state, or local, has ever heard

you, Mr. Drake.

Or your Bureau of Investigatory Surveys.

That's because we're in the bug
business, not the publicity business.

Now, if you'll excuse me, we've got a
meeting to go to.

Oh, let's be going, too.

See if I have some calls I'd like to
make.

Like to the, uh, Senator?

Yes. She owes me a couple of favors, and
then there's the governor. I haven't

talked to him in a while. I wonder if
Judge Hightower's in his office. If he's

not, I'll call him at home.

Don't try to bluff me, Dr. Sloan. It's a
waste of your time and mine.

Well, it is, if I'm bluffing.

Now, who is this Dane Travis, and what
does he do?

He's an analyst.

Occupied in highly sensitive work.

But it is not the work that would give
him cause to kill anyone.

Beyond that, we are not at liberty to
say any more, and you gentlemen are not

liberty to ask any more.

Well, are you at least at liberty enough
to tell us whether Dane Travis is

capable of cold -blooded, unprovoked
murder?

Depending on the circumstances, I would
say that Dane Travis is capable of

anything.

No way.

I know Travis.

He served with my father.

He's not the kind of man that would go
rogue.

Kessler.

I said, excuse me, gentlemen, as I said,
we have a meeting.

Are you at liberty to say you're
satisfied with that?

I'm not either.

All this started a long, long time ago.

In a galaxy far, far away.

Before you were an accountant.

When the Soviets realized that their
technology was

hopelessly outdated.

uh in the mid 60s they came up with this
operation turnkey which was a simple

plan steel all the technology they could
get their hands on hey look you really

don't have to bother with any of this
history was my best subject but you

probably wouldn't know that would you at
one point my team's

job was to make sure they didn't get
hold of a top secret uh A piece of

technology was a new DOD computer
program.

Wow. That's just like James Bond.

What did you do next? Save the world?

My partner was a man named Greg Kessler.

Greg intercepted the tapes in East
Germany and hid them.

Made a run for the border. I was waiting
for him on the other side.

Unfortunately, the Soviets were waiting,
too.

They captured him?

Well, they would have. They were right
on top of him, but he broke cover

and turned into the spotlight

to give me a better shot so I couldn't
miss.

He knew that if they got him...

So you killed your friend?

Not that it made a whole lot of
difference.

Ultimately, the Soviets found the tapes
anyway.

And we didn't save anything. We lost it
all.

It has to be here.

Ah.

Hmm. Friday, April 20th, 1981.

Private ceremony, of course.

We didn't like to attract attention,
even when we earned the occasional

commendation.

You know, this could easily be a fake.

Yes, it could.

So could I.

So could those men who were trying to
kill your father. We could all be safe.

In fact, I am expert at laying other
people.

But this time, we're just ourselves.

Eventually, it had to be that way.

If you want to go, we won't stop you.

My dad the spy.

I tell you, this is going to take some
getting used to.

But I do get some bragging rights, don't
I?

Ah, sure.

There's a lot to brag about.

How I spent my life neglecting my family
so I could learn

how to live looking over my shoulder and
end up...

Alone in a room, pushing papers.

Well, Dad, you're not alone.

Not anymore.

What's our next move?

There is somebody we could talk to,
somebody from the old days that might be

able to give us some answers.

Yes, do come this way, gentlemen.

Quite a big place. Here we are.

Getting out of the game is one of the
smartest things I ever did.

Providing high -tech security for
wealthy clients is much more secure and

profitable.

What we're in the market for today, dear
boy, is a few answers.

Well, I'm afraid all my old contacts are
either dead or writing their memoirs.

But why waste time with me, surely,
Drake?

He'll give you access to all the
information you seek, and after all, you

work for him. Why not call him?

Well, you of all people should know how
vulnerable a phone line can be.

Yes. Well, he called me up just this
morning, and he didn't seem to be caring

who was listening.

I thought you said you got out of the
game.

But not out of Drake's Rolodex.

I rather suspect that he was contacting
all your father's old friends.

He very much wants you to come in.

Well, maybe you could set that up.

I suppose so, for old time's sake.

Someplace neutral.

Your ignorant, blundering interference
is jeopardizing an important operation.

We'll call first the senator and the
governor.

You need to understand something, Dr.
Sloan.

There are certain things that we cannot
compromise.

I'm not interested in compromises. I'm
interested in facts.

Well, in our business, facts can be
slippery things.

Sometimes to achieve our ends, we have
to fool our enemies into believing that

they're running the operation, when in
point of fact, we are.

And vice versa.

It's a chess game.

Move, counter -move.

Deceit against deceit. My friend's
missing.

You're the key to finding him. That's
all I'm interested in.

Have your son call me.

I've arranged a meet. I'll bring in Dane
and Dr. Travis.

And then we'll all have to face the
facts.

to talk to him alone first.

There are some things that Dane Travis
must hear. I think it's best if he hears

it directly from me.

This guy has killed two people with his
bare hand.

That's all right, detective.

I have some ability to take care of
myself.

I'll give you five minutes.

It's not what you think it is, Dave.

Really?

You should have come to me first.

I did.

You stonewalled me.

There are reasons why I didn't want you
digging into the turnkey file. Personal

reasons. It started getting personal
when people started shooting at us.

No, Dad.

This guy owes you some answers.

You've been running for your life, and
he's walking around playing Mr. Need -to

-Know. Enough is enough.

Sounds right, Dave.

I think it's time you knew what was
going on.

Your friend's gonna be all right.

The longer we hang around here, the more
likely he'll be pulled into this.

We can't just steal a cop car, Dad. I
mean, the LAPD will track us down right

away. Well, not if we deactivate his
lojack.

And switch plates. Now, can we stop
talking about it and go?

A drake took two mercury -chipped hollow
points in the chest.

Yeah, and forensics.

I found shell casings on a roof 100
yards away.

Yeah, I don't think we can safely assume
that Mr. Drake was done in by a pro.

Someone probably connected with Dane
Travis.

I mean, the man is involved in three
homicides that we know of, and he did

attack Steve.

I charged in with a gun in my hand.

Dane didn't know who I was. Someone had
just tried to kill him.

I don't think it's surprising he tried
to defend himself.

Well, what would have happened if Jesse
hadn't been there?

And what's going to happen to Jesse now?

Oh, I know. I'm just as worried about
him as you are.

Well, I know one thing for sure.

Dane wouldn't do anything to hurt Jesse,
and I think he'll do everything he can

to protect him.

Father's intuition.

Hey, look, I'm no expert, but I do think
that going through a police officer's

briefcase is against the law.

If he didn't want it searched, he
shouldn't have left it in his car.

Patient's liver showed signs of
presen... presen... I'm afraid

I don't know this language.

I do.

It says here that his liver was infected
with presynosoidal fibrinogenesis

consistent with hepatic schistosomiasis.

It's a parasitic condition common to
certain areas in the Middle East.

What areas?

Well, any place with a large body of
fast -flowing fresh water.

Al -om.

Al -who?

Al -om al -askare.

Iraqi military intelligence.

And our friend, Mr. Garrison, has many
relationships with Alarm going back

before the Iran -Iraq war. That man is
perfectly capable of putting together a

new turnkey.

And he set up the meeting between you
and Drake.

I think we need to ask Mr. Garrison some
questions and then bring him in.

I don't understand. I thought that
Garrison was your friend. Why would he

you into the Iraqis?

The world is rarely what it seems to be.

The fate of the man.

I've worn many a mask, deceived a lot of
people.

A little paranoia can be very useful
sometimes.

Cinnamon, you don't have to get involved
in this. Al Arm is not looking for you.

Long time ago, Drake was a friend.

I don't have many left.

I've had units check the airport, bus
and train terminals, but no luck so far.

Well... Dane Travis isn't your standard
fugitive. Standard operating procedures

are not likely to track him down.

I don't know what else I can do.

I don't want you to do anything,
Detective Sloan.

My people are taking over this
investigation.

It's a federal matter now.

So, uh, what are your people planning on
doing?

Well, solving this case.

By finding and arresting Dane Travis.

I was there. Travis didn't kill Drake.

Well, he might not have pulled the
trigger, but he could have had an

You said Travis wasn't the kind of man
to go rogue. And I did believe that.

Now I'm not so sure.

Well, what about Jesse? Travis still has
him.

Well, we'll make every effort to keep
our ancillary casualties to a minimum.

Ancillary casualties?

Is that the way you refer to innocent
people?

Send your files to my office.

For the sake of interdepartmental
cooperation, I'll keep you fully

I have a feeling that these people
terminate first and ask questions later.

We cannot let this go.

I'll kill the power.

We're ready.

What do

you spies have

against knocking?

Looking good up there. You can do it.
Remember, let the ring do the work for

you.

We can work on that.

It's okay.

You okay?

Dear boy, I hope you weren't planning a
sudden exit.

No, I'm providing a distraction.

I'm a big believer in backup.

Generators and otherwise.

Hands on your heads, please.

Cinnamon, you guys have a backup plan,
right?

I hate to disappoint you, Dane, but I
didn't kill Drake.

I didn't send the Iraqis after you, and
I don't intend to harm you now.

All I want is to take my well -deserved
gains and enjoy a nice long vacation.

Perhaps Rio.

It's carnival time.

You have no interest in protecting
Turkey.

What's the left to protect?

I made a nice piece of change off it,
but I was never more than the hired

And the name of your employer has just
happened to slip your mind.

Not at all. It was Alexander M. Drake.

The M stands for Morris, I think.

Drake wasn't a traitor.

He would never sell out his own country.

Especially to the Iraqis.

I sent you to him so that he could tell
you himself.

This operation is... Well, it was his.

You were always the most adorable liar.

How about the truth? Doesn't matter now.
Just this once.

Hold it.

Give me the gun. That's a very good
idea, Mr. Garrison.

How in hell did you find us? It wasn't
too hard.

Just followed the LoJack signal from my
car.

I disconnected the LoJack.

Somebody needed a backup plan.

Perfect timing.

Look, what have I done that warrants all
this ill will?

Well, murder, telling secrets to the
Iraqis.

Drake paid me good money. Why would I
kill him?

And those secrets that I sold?

All thornies.

Drake practically admitted that to me
the last time I saw him.

And he also said, it's time to face
facts.

Yes, well, the fact is that all the
technology that we've sold to the Iraqis

designed to act as a high -tech Trojan
horse.

It gives us access to all their most
sensitive facilities.

It's a great little operation, like the
old turnkey.

Well, that was Drake's operation, too.

He wanted the Soviets to lay their hands
on that computer program.

That?

Was it Trojan Horse?

Yes.

Well, as soon as they'd implemented it,
we would have tapped in, well, into

their entire defense matrix.

I guess it didn't work out the way Drake
planned.

It worked perfectly.

The only thing that happened was that
the Soviets only used it to operate the

Minsk subway system.

It was all for nothing.

He wanted to tell you himself.

He wanted to finally own up to the
truth.

Turkey then and Turkey now was always a
CIA operation.

A con.

Sloan here. It worked once.

We thought it would work again.

Right.

That was Kessler being
interdepartmentally cooperative.

Leading a strike team to this warehouse.

Kessler? Who's Kessler?

CIA. We're going to be up to our neck in
flak jackets in five minutes, tops.

Mark, you can't just let him take my
dad.

Right.

Mr. Garrison, would you have a seat,
please?

to cut in on you, Kessler. But if I
hadn't grabbed Garrison here, he would

been long gone.

Seal the building.

Set up checkpoints across streets. Now.
Yes, sir.

All right, let's establish a perimeter.
You realize, of course, that I shall be

grilled for hours.

The price of glory.

Jesse fixed us some lunch.

Travis Special, he calls it.

Sausage, fries, and chili. As a doctor,
I can't really recommend it.

Well, that's okay. I'm not really
hungry.

I understand.

Jesse told me about Kessler.

My son would not make it very good.

Intelligence officer, he talks too much.
Well, it's only when he's worried.

Right now, he's very much worried about
you.

Should he be?

Let me kill Greg Kessler.

So the Soviets would believe the
computer program was the real thing. And

worked. They took it.

And they used it.

So we could get the running time to the
Minsk subway.

I'm very sorry.

I gave up everything for the company.

Marriage. Family.

Everything that means anything to a
normal human being, because it seemed so

right, even when I had a kill.

It still seemed right then.

But now, well, now doesn't say the
truth, Dave.

For 40 years, all of us were half
expecting those bombs to drop on us.

But what you did, all the sacrifices you
made, helped to make sure that never

did happen.

Well, I hope so.

But the truth is, Greg and I were used
and discarded by the people we worked

the same way I discarded half of my
life. 25 years I could have spent

watching my son grow up.

Everybody deserves a second chance.

Even a discard.

I've seen high schools with better
security than this.

We need to move Dane and Jesse back to
my place.

Just as soon as we get a few questions
answered.

You people have a nerve.

I've just spent six hours being
interrogated by a very determined

you drag me out here to ask me even more
questions.

Garrison, complaining is useless.

You ought to get to the bottom of this
as much as we do.

So think, who would want Drake and Dane
out of the way? I haven't the slightest

idea.

You know, I think maybe you do.

The Iraqis were buying your phony
secrets through turnkey.

Now, somebody told them that Dane was a
threat.

Well, that would explain why the alarm
are all over the place.

Question is, who tipped the Iraqis about
Dane?

Drake? No, he wouldn't have anything to
gain by killing one of his own people

and jeopardizing his whole operation.

And he certainly didn't arrange his own
hit.

Well, I didn't. Hit squads are bad for
business.

So who did?

Maybe Mossad.

They could have tricked El Am into
coming out into the open in order to

their American spy network.

No, Mossad would never act that rashly.
On the other hand, the Iranians couldn't

hesitate to undermine the Iraqis.

And maybe the Canadians did it to cause
trouble for the Portuguese.

Look, I'm sorry, guys, but these wild
theories are getting us nowhere.

Yeah, Steve's right. I mean, this is not
a case of nations moving against

nations. This is about one...

Person. One particular person seeking
revenge.

Let's get right to the point. The price
for Dane Travis's present location is a

quarter of a million American dollars
deposited directly into my Cayman's

account.

Well, don't look so dismayed. We both
know that you have twice that much in

discretionary monies available.

And here I thought Travis was a friend
of yours.

A friend is one thing.

Accumulating a small fortune is another.

Dane and his son are at Cinnamon
Carter's house.

Approach with care.

The place is well defended.

Don't worry.

I was first in my class in perimeter
penetration.

Might as well come out, Dane.

Nowhere left for you to go.

When did you find out I killed your
father?

Last year.

When I was promoted to the L .A.
station.

So you decided to get even.

contacted the Iraqis and told them a
certain CIA operative was a threat to

flow of stolen technology.

They sent their agents after him.

Considering you're still alive, they
must have sent the second straight.

And when Drake tried to bring me in, you
killed him.

Which is why you came here alone.

So I can kill you.

Gotta do better than that, Jimmy.

I wonder, Dane.

You'll miss your son as much as I miss
my father.

You shouldn't play with guns.

Get your hands on the counter.

He should have gone for a head shot,
Kessler.

Better still, he should never have come
here at all.

Smart move, setting me up like this.

Well, actually, this was the good
doctor's idea.

How did you know?

Well, I saw how devastated Dane was by
the turnkey revelations.

I realized it was even worse for you.

Dane had to live with the guilt, but you
had to live without a father.

And yet, curiously, you always defended
Dane, never giving any indication that

you knew.

And yet, because you were Drake's
assistant, you had to have known.

Yeah, I knew.

Everything they told me, for years,
about my father, the mission.

How do you think that made me feel?

I can't even imagine.

Let's go.

So the police dropped all the charges,
huh? They weren't thrilled about it, but

there wasn't much they could do. I
didn't kill Drake, and the company

up on the two alumni agents.

So you were completely off the hook.

The good news doesn't stop coming.

Cinnamon and I have been reactivated.

We're headed back to Langley to take
over the new turnkey operation.

Wow. Cinnamon must be happy about that.

She's ecstatic. Anything to get away
from those video monitors.

And back in the real game.

Well, don't forget to send me a postcard
from Virginia.

I'll have to send it to you from West L
.A.

I refuse the job unless I could be based
here.

We've got 20 years of catch -up to do,
you know?

Now, I suggest you pack a bag for Cabo,
because they're running like crazy right

now.