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Last week on Simon and... When you realized that you had suddenly become,

very real sense, soldiers in the Cold War.

But remember, once you've been alive at five, hold on to your hat size.

Mr. Simon, is there any truth to the rumor that your agency is leaving?

I'm going to buy you a drink!

Rick and I have decided that what each of us needs is no longer what both of us

need. A million bucks.

Absolutely. Oh.

Gentlemen.

Let me start by saying how happy I am to be here.

I've come up with a better way to discredit Rick and AJ Simon's testimony.

You'd better hurry.

With what I'm working on, they won't be appearing at all.

Any fire from the house?

Shooting ended just as we drove up, Lieutenant. The last burst was about a

minute ago.

Let's get some more light up there. Get some more light up there.

Light it up.

Good.

Move those people back. Get them back.

Move them back.

Move those people back.

AJ, Rick, this is Tal.

Are you in there?

Okay. Low and slow, everybody.

Low and slow.

Rick, AJ.

Anybody here?

Careful, town. They're on the patio.

No, I'm on the patio.

Along with half the San Diego Police Department.

Check the canal in across the bridge. Yes, sir.

You heard the lieutenant. Check the canal first and then fan out across the

bridge.

Why didn't you answer me before?

No bullet holes.

But I gotta stop mixing single malt whiskey.

And machine gun fire. I've got a horrendous headache.

You're wet.

Yep. And both of you are loaded.

Fried to the gills.

Corked to the eyeballs.

This isn't funny, guys.

Oh, it might not be to you, town, but this is damn miraculous.

I mean, look at this place.

Somebody sprayed enough lead in here to assault a small Caribbean island, and

we're still alive.

And even pleasantly drunk.

Nah. Ooh, boy.

I bet this is really gonna jack up your insurance.

Can't do it any good.

Insurance. Cute.

I'm getting real tired of how cute you've been lately.

This was supposed to be a murder. Your murder. I'm sorry.

I've got a bunch of terrorized neighbors out there and a lot of questions. I'd

like some answers.

Well, we never even saw him.

We never even got off his shot.

Hey, Lieutenant.

We found a weapon in some clips.

We also have a man down.

The scene of a felony shooting, and there are a lot of cops around.

Give me your guns.

Any identification on the man, Sergeant?

No, he's clean, but I recognize him.

Bobby Williams.

One of the guys these two hot shots busted.

Everybody was shooting at once. It had to be five, six weapons at least. Not

six, maybe four. Rick's exaggerating a little.

Danger, man?

Exaggerating? The point is, there was more than one. There had to be. Why?

Because he's shot, and we didn't shoot him. There's the break cap. Midnight's

got the beauty.

Hi, Raj.

Oh, no, no, no. Oh, my goodness, gosh, this is terrible.

Fibrillations?

Well, that is karma for you.

The heart, what a pesky organ.

Well, there's only one thing to do.

Send the children to a movie and shut off the pump. Yes.

Do not quibble.

Goodbye.

Do you lose one, Raj? One?

Electricity.

Ricky, my friend.

Raj. Lieutenant Brown. Raj.

Jay. Hi. Dr. Raj.

Nasty, nasty, nasty.

Oh, dear.

Hear me.

Be smooth, be smooth, be smooth.

You gonna make it, Raj?

I should say.

Although, I'm a bit concerned he has lost consciousness.

His wound is not that severe.

Ah, can you see me, Tal?

Hey, don't you think you're kind of pushing the cop thing a little far

I mean, if you don't want us talking to Raj, why'd you bring us in here?

I'm gonna have to lead you by the hand. Just what does that mean?

His lawyer's Austin Tyler.

He does the huckabuck with the best of them.

Huckabuck? Yeah.

Now, look, guys, the leaf he's gonna do is... Challenge your competence. So

volunteer for the blood test like you've got nothing to hide.

Hey, look, let me explain something to you. Williams shot first.

I mean, he did all the shooting.

Well, I mean, he didn't do exactly all the shooting, but he did most of the

shooting. Well, listen to your brother. No, wait, I can explain that.

May I?

You look beat.

Is he? Oh, we have had a boatload tonight.

Hectic, I can assure you.

When the moon is full, it's difficult to tell what is accidental and what is

transcendental. How's Williams?

Oh, not bad at all. A very clean shot through the fatty roll here.

Struck no bone.

They say he bled heavily.

Very curious.

It is not a bleeding wound.

Any idea what kind of a gun?

No. Small caliber.

Did the wound have been self -inflicted?

No, no, no. No powder smudge, no tattooing from the discharge, no

No, the bullet came from farther away than this.

Most definitely.

Either one of his cohorts.

Backed out of my place for a couple hours?

Yeah, I guess.

Supposed to meet Talbot later.

I thought you said you were trashing the book.

No, I said the book was trashed, and you weren't supposed to hear that.

You can worry about a book right now. You gonna quit the agency?

Thought about it. And rejected it because nothing's changed.

Look, you know as well as I do what happened last night, A .J. We got

They tried to shut us up, but one of them got caught at it.

They raised the stakes, but they still lose the game.

Well, maybe.

I got a funny feeling that things aren't gonna... As the saga unreels, Rick and

A .J. Simon lucky today just to be alive.

Sally, I got a really bad hangover. Would you turn that thing off, please?

dragging, Ken. Just catch us later, all right? It seems Dame Fortune has plans

for these men, and we can only watch and wait, wondering.

What the hell are you talking about? Sally, we have nothing to say that the

press wants to hear this morning.

I do. You know, you're beginning to wear just a little thin on me, Sally.

No matter what happens, you'll sandwich it between commercials and put little

words under it saying, the worst is yet to come. You want to get out of my way.

Rick, something's going on.

Or perhaps you might want to publicly deny your involvement.

Why should I deny my involvement? In what?

How should I know? I am justified in using force to get rid of you. Turn that

damn thing off.

Hey.

Hey, what's going on? What are you doing?

Simon?

I'm David Kinney.

I'm with the Justice Department.

They thought enough of your case to fly me all the way out here from Washington.

Well, you're just about to fly back, pal.

I had a surgery testimony for me on Tuesday. It's my baby.

Yeah, but why a search warrant?

I mean, the last I heard, we were on your side, not theirs.

Something's out of focus here.

That's one way of putting it.

We, uh, we found these in the refrigerator drip tray, stereo speaker,

lamp bait, toilet tank.

Any more we haven't found? I suppose these are the same gizmos that Fox and

Williams were smuggling.

Well, more of the same.

But I'm not sure who was smuggling what any longer.

We'll talk about that.

I heard you say it was losing the game.

Bobby, the government man is here.

The federal prosecutor.

Bobby, this is Mr. Kinney.

If you're totally honest with him, he thinks we can come to an arrangement.

Yes, Williams, as I've explained here to your attorney, even though there are

serious overtones of national security here, I think we can probably deal down

to a charge of industrial espionage.

You still have to pay a fine and serve maybe six months in jail, but we give

immunity on both murder attempts.

It's called general immunity.

It's a very good offer.

But they take the fall, right?

Who? Rick and A .J. Simon.

Shot by one of the Simon brothers during a midnight exchange of fire, police

sources suggest.

Well, suggestions aren't facts, and sources aren't people you can blame.

how they work it.

We put it all on ourselves.

What? We did.

This is paying the piper for all those nice pieces they wrote about us before.

We can't complain now.

Yes, we can.

We can expect them to get the story straight.

I want the grand jury to believe me when I tell them that those microchips were

planted in here.

I don't want to have to deny stories in the press.

Why should I want to deny my involvement in what?

How should I know? The FBI isn't searching my house.

You people are trespassing.

Now, if you want to get busted for it, just stick around.

You know, I'm justified in using force to get... Turn that damn thing off.

And as so often happens in our changing world, have the heroes become villains

again? Perhaps they are only innocent victims.

But it now seems more likely.

Perhaps they are much more involved than we know.

Force is yet to come. You want to get out of my way?

This morning, Judge Warren Trask drop hating both Rick and A .J. Simon.

This is Sally Edwards reporting from the U .S. Courthouse in San Diego.

Nice touch, that last.

It's always effective to invoke the scales of justice, whether or not

has anything to do with it.

Well, you know more about that than I would.

Anyway, thanks for the story.

No thanks required.

Just to satisfy my personal curiosity.

Bores me. It doesn't offer as many opportunities as I'd hoped.

I want something international, something with travel.

You said you know people?

Oh, yes.

I know people.

After two.

Hey, Rick, who saw the papers?

You want a pita?

No, no, thanks. I can't stay.

Listen, we think their lawyers came up with this whole frame against us just in

order to confuse the issue, you know.

Things get confusing and that's why they'll just forget about it.

I didn't have time to polish this. How far did you get?

The big one moved like a patent tank and smelled like a bear pit.

What does a bear pit smell like?

Well, you know, awful.

Like a bear.

In a pit.

Like a bear that's been in a pit for a long time. Look, you guys can change it.

Yeah, look, Rick, I really like what you've done here, but I can't use it.

It's too honest.

Rick, the public is in no mood for truth.

Real as it may be, who wants to think about what a bear smells like in a pit?

Life is bad enough.

We can lose it.

Yeah, but it's all like that.

Everything you write smells like something, feels like something.

I don't know, it's... Garbage.

Well, that's not the word I was going to use, but it's really worse than

garbage.

It's boring garbage nobody wants to read.

But I got another angle to try.

Now, don't jump at this, okay? Just let it sink in.

One of my clients, a producer, wants to package a project around you.

And he's very hot. Morty Glasspiegel.

Spiders from Mars.

Yes, but that's only representative of his early films.

1983 is early?

Oh, wait a minute. He's much more mainstream now. He's about to come up

something that's really very exciting.

Reggae down death row.

It's an extended music video.

I don't think it's possible.

Well, look.

Instead of a book, we write a screenplay from inside the prison as an inmate.

I don't think it's been done.

What makes you think I'm going to go to jail?

Convicted. You go in, you give us the panache of being a prisoner. Morty puts

together a bunch of original songs. That I can sell.

How do you know? Thank you.

Hey, really, come on. I think Troy will watch you.

Did you get that?

Hello, Miss Hemming.

Oh, good afternoon. Mrs. Ferguson is in there.

She insisted on staying, even though I told her you're no longer handling her

case. Of course I'm still handling her case. Where did you get the idea I

wasn't? Well, Mr. Trowbridge, of course.

Hi, Mrs. Ferguson.

Oh, my God.

Hey, call an ambulance.

Didn't you see her face? Didn't you think she needed some help?

If I were you, Mr. Simon, I wouldn't worry about the way I'm handling my job.

Call a doctor now.

Come down.

Did your husband do this to you?

He saw you last night outside the restaurant.

He saw you at the motel before.

I guess he went crazy when he realized I was having him follow.

I didn't do a very good job of it. I'm sorry.

He started calling, saying he was coming over to get me.

I tried to reach you.

Your house here?

Even the old office.

By then it was too late.

He didn't leave till this morning.

He was there a long time.

Well, now we can have him arrested.

If you can find him.

But he has a point.

Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere, Mrs. Ferguson.

I'll stay right here.

We got a situation, son.

You're damn right we do.

This lady has been in my office for over an hour. Nobody called. Nobody offered

to help her.

You're up to your eyed teeth in trouble.

They brought a big chuffer chuffer in from D .C. to lock you in the ice house.

His name's Kinney. I met him. He hasn't got a case.

He's getting one.

You know what they call him back there?

The stiletto.

He's going to stick the legal needle in you.

Now, one idea that I've got is to lose you around the Persian Gulf for around

six months.

I've got a number of big contracts with some oil sheiks there. How does that

sound?

Unnecessary. I quit.

That's good, too.

Well, first of all, why no charges?

The other guy shot first.

Guys?

That's an interesting assumption.

We'll get back to that.

What about the blood tests?

Rick and A .J. Simon were both drunk when one of them shot Williams.

Now, you're making assumptions.

One, that you and I agree what drunk is.

Two, that you and I agree that they shot him.

But you will agree that with their blood alcohol level, had it been caught

driving, they would have been arrested.

I don't get the point.

Sure you do.

Right now they make better suspects than witnesses.

Their story's as muddy as a cow pasture in May.

They don't like that many questions.

They don't like any.

I had a tight little case against Fox and Williams.

I got a better one against Simon and Simon.

You gave their guns back?

The .357 was fully loaded, but it had been fired.

A .J. was at a practice range the day before. That much he can prove.

Was there a paraffin test?

No. Why?

He was shooting targets.

Was Williams alone, like he says, or part of a group, like they say?

We found nothing that proved he had company.

We found one machine.

Why?

Now, why invent a reason when you don't need one?

When it's so much easier to believe that Williams acted alone.

You know, I get the distinct feeling you don't like talking about the Simon

case.

Is that what you're calling it now?

It's shaping up like that.

You're a paladin, out -of -town gun.

You're like a big, strange beetle.

People want to look at you close up.

So you'll be going to a lot of cocktail parties and stuff.

Get a sample of your own blood alcohol.

Rick and A .J. are friends of mine.

A demeaning.

Why? It's not our office anymore. It's just an empty room.

Did we say we were going to meet here?

No.

I guess we were just on the same wavelength. I was out wandering around.

seemed like a logical place to stop wandering.

Mrs. Ferguson's husband beat her up last night. Is she all right?

She's got a lot of deep bruises.

Some loose teeth.

Needed some stitches.

There's no broken palms.

I stayed with her at the hospital, and then I took her over to the Chester

Street Hospital.

She'll be safe there.

was screwed up this time. We screwed up.

I've just been lying here trying to think like a smart raccoon.

Okay, I give up.

Well, let's say you're a smart raccoon. You think you're pretty good at it. For

years now, you've made your living snatching the cheese out of the trap.

You get your leg busted in the trap, a farmer comes along and smashes you in

head. Because as smart as a raccoon can get, he's really dumb.

If he were smart, he'd stay away from the trap altogether.

You know what I said earlier about what each of us needs is no longer what both

of us need?

Yeah. It's not true.

Never was.

Want to try opening up the agency again on a limited basis?

Stay away from the older one. He's dumber than a red brick.

The young one ain't no genius.

To purposefully inflict yourself with a grievous gun wound.

Oh, what a thing.

And more importantly, why?

I don't want William's story to sound convincing.

People tend to believe a man if he's got a bullet hole in him. But we didn't put

that hole there.

Yeah, you don't just give a gun to your friend and say, take your best shot.

You've got to have somebody who's an expert marksman. And somebody who knows

little bit about the human body. Yes, most assuredly. And a very tricky

business. The gun must be positioned so.

The body, so.

Precise point of entry calculated.

And it would explain quite a lot.

What would it explain?

Well, the sedative, for one.

You were drinking last night, but Mr. Williams was much closer to nirvana.

Drug? Loaded.

Varithium, a prescription depressant.

Something a surgeon would use, not an addict.

Also, there is the question of his blood loss.

It was reportedly heavy, but his pressure was good.

Was he in an operating theater on a surgical team?

No, no, no, just a well -equipped office.

So they rigged it.

What'd they do, get a surgeon to shoot the guy?

Well, you need some marksmen to shoot him, but a surgeon standing by.

Yeah, keep him drugged, wait for us to get home, spill a little fresh blood on

the bridge.

Such a naughty thing.

How do you find a doctor to do this?

Yellow pages.

I don't think it would be a specialist.

No. I would say someone in general surgical practice.

Him, yes.

Possibly him.

Peter Williams, a lawyer, must have had enough leverage to force somebody.

Leverage? Yeah, Tyler handles a lot of medical malpractice suits.

Are not such things confidential?

Any penetration?

Breach of perimeter? Alien presence?

Well, speak up. We ain't seen anybody.

Who are you? Ultra prompt.

We received a silent alarm at 1 -18 -52.

Oh, we had a light downstairs.

What have you been doing?

Climbing the stairs.

No intrusion.

No intrusion.

Yeah, we've got a circuit overload station nine.

Roger that. They want us to sweep it anyway.

Electrostatic discharge.

Roger.

Excuse me.

No.

We won't be able to get a clean sweep with you guys in there. Too much

in your uniforms.

We'll take it from here.

Better go back down to the lobby, head off the cops. I hate these false alarms.

We'll reset.

Thank you, guys.

And the truck driver who had his load of microchips stolen was John Nathan.

Well, that's neat.

Blue. Comes in brown, red, green, any color you want.

How did we ever survive before they invented these things?

Come in.

During the force, I knew I was going to be in for long, strange hours.

My mama said I might as well become a jazz drummer.

I laughed.

If I was a drummer, I'd be asleep now. Because when I got off at two, I'd be

off.

Someone is trying to put our necks in a noose, town. We need your help to follow

the rope.

All right, this is Williams talking from his state. This is David King.

You're not supposed to have that. That's a grand jury deposition there. Why do

you think we stole it? Now, would you just stop wagging your finger for a

and listen?

Jeez. I stole that Kemper truck from a truck stop.

I found that Fox guy working maintenance at the dock. I didn't know him before.

I paid him from the money that they gave me and put the microchips on the ship.

They had already worked everything out with the captain.

Who's they?

Us.

He claims we engineered the whole thing.

claims we hired him for a one -shot and then double -crossed him.

Now, he admits to trying to strangle me in the parking lot, and he admits to

ambushing us here, but he claims he was acting alone and we shot him.

In return for his testimony, can he drop both charges?

Sure.

Tyler worked it real nice.

Yeah, one of his clients gets off free, the other one gets a much lighter

sentence.

Well, there's no substitute for a cop's mind, you know that?

Williams probably agreed to a bonus for taking the rap and doing the time. Well,

that's easy to see.

Yeah, the old way.

The real way, Kenny has a weak and a confused case, and he probably could

it. What's he got now?

Oh, a much easier case to win.

Wrapped up neat.

A one -time heist instead of an ongoing operation.

And a witness who fanged at the brains. You.

I guess that's why you shot him.

Yep. But we didn't shoot him. But you can't prove it. We can try.

Dr. Rooney.

Hi, Dr. Rooney.

I'm Frank Bacon. This is Chris Marlowe.

We're with the Surgeon General's office.

What? Hate to disturb you away from the office like this, but we'd like to get

your side of this Williams thing.

Excuse me.

Well, we're not in the business of excusing unethical practice.

We simply punish it.

We'll see how ready you are to... And when he came up out of the general, you

froze the wound and pumped Mr. Williams full of depressants.

As long as he got to a hospital in a decent amount of time, he'd be fine.

Good work.

He's fine.

Look, I'm going to call the surgeon general. Tyler? No, Rooney.

There is a way out of this for you. How big is that malpractice?

I'm sure you know.

And Tyler thinks he can win. Of course, he could always lose.

For him, that's just lost income.

My hunch is there's some real ugly angles to this case. Otherwise, you'd

get another lawyer.

You're in a spot, Rooney.

You could make it a lot worse for yourself.

You know, get up there in front of a federal grand jury and perjure yourself.

You're party to it.

Why don't you call him instead of Tyler?

He just lost about five pounds standing there sweating.

Yeah, but he didn't admit anything.

Think we can put the screws to him?

No, I think that's about as tight as they go on Dr. Rooney.

We may have just lit a fire under Austin Tyler's feet.

Now listen to me. We have to take care of them now.

I know, I know, you prefer the physical solution, but I say it's best to keep

them at arm's length. While they pull your plan apart?

No, no, that won't happen.

The doctor won't say anything, and we'll check on the Simon boys tomorrow.

Relax, will you? I relax for just so long, and then I do something about

making me nervous. I worry about it later.

What do they look like?

I'm telling you, that is the inside man. He's been slipping out the microchips

and fudging his delivery records.

Williams said he stole his truck. He said that after he got caught. You only

steal a truck like that once for a job.

They've been losing microchips for over a year.

Okay, so he's deeply hidden, what the espionage types call a mole.

The fact that he still has a job proves that.

The FBI probably put him through a sieve after the bust.

Okay, if he's a mole, he's not going to communicate directly with anybody.

I mean, he's going to use signposts and message drops, all that John le Carre

stuff.

Now, if we want him to open up his pipeline again, we're going to have to

his system. Or come up with a whole new one.

He's hungry enough. Maybe he'll fight.

Maybe he's not hungry.

Maybe he's motivated by some personal belief or philosophy, something that we

can't tempt him with.

Maybe.

He's probably motivated by the same thing as everybody else money

That's it.

That's the drop. That's the place he expects to find the next message.

Well, one of the places.

What does it mean to him when it's empty?

Danger signal?

I don't know.

Chances are he'll check again.

Took the money. He must be ready to take the risk.

If we're lucky...

I'll just assume that the system was changed after the bust.

Then come in.

Close the door and sit down. Don't turn on the light.

Just take your seat, Mr. Nathan. The light's for your own protection.

It was hocus -pocus. I never needed it before.

Is that you, Fox?

I'm Vore.

I don't beat you, Vore. Beat you, too.

Never mind who that is.

You're safer not knowing.

Fox can't make contact right now, not until this last mess is straightened

The FBI came to see me. They're watching the stocks.

Nathan, don't play that game.

We know you can get more.

If you cannot get more, you are not useful to us. I

understand.

Fox never threatened me before. I think I like it. Very wise.

But we are willing pay.

We pay three times price.

75 ,000?

That's it, Nathan.

Are you in or out?

In.

Call will do.

Spirit says that you can trust everyone, not to trust anyone.

Wait. That looks like Nathan.

Boss!

Over here!

What do you want?

What do I want?

You called me!

in that plane.

Everybody stay clear.

I'm going to take the big guy with me. Come on, Kenny.

Come on.

Oh, I'm sour.

I got Kenny.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What are you going to do?

Look, if they get Kenny up in that airplane, he's a dead man.

Yeah, but just don't do anything rash. Now, let me think for a minute.

Come on, Rick.

Get in.

What's the plan?

Thank you.

Don't be stupid

Mr. Kinney, as Alice was heard to say, curiouser and curiouser. How did you

they'd attempt another... Well,

I would like to say it was hard work, but truthfully, we received an anonymous

tip. Just in time for us to get another recovery.

Speaking of just in time, what about the two men who...

That's for keeps.

What a mother has joined together, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Right now, while I finished up the Ferguson divorce, is he here?

No, of course not, Rick Slate.

I'll tell you another thing.

I'm not going to have my name on the lease alone anymore.

I'm the one who always ends up paying for the patch walls. I'm the one who

up paying for the broken desks. But no more. This time I've learned better.

AJ, I know it's not good for me to take sides, and I've tried not to with you

and Rick.

But when he was in fourth grade and you were in kindergarten, I knew you were

older than he was.

You always will be.

Oh, hi, AJ. How'd the case go?

Uh, Mr. Ferguson got divorced.

Mr. Ferguson got six months. Good. Where have you been? Hi, Mom.

Hi, Doc. You're in luck.

Got here five of the world's greatest tostadas. Went all the way to Rosarito

get them. Of course, when I woke up, I realized what the day was for.

We're supposed to be moving into our office today. It's afternoon already.

And you're probably starved. See how things work out? The lease. Did you

about the lease? You didn't find out already, did you? I don't believe this.

This man refuses to accept any responsibility. Before you set up again,

way is the manager's office? Into the hall. I'm surprised you know. You're

getting on my case again.