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[beeping]

[chattering]

♪ [whistling]

[beeps]

[alarm buzzing]

WE LOST SECTOR 2-1.

I'LL CHECK IT OUT.

[alarm continues buzzing]

[beeping]

[computer keys click]

[beeping]

S-16 TO BASE.

[guard #1] BASE. GO AHEAD.

I'M LOCKED OUT OF N-62. CAN
YOU BUZZ ME IN FROM THERE?

[door buzzing]

[keys clicking]

[beeping]

[thunder rumbling]

[Hemlock] IT'S GOTTA BE
THERE. I JUST FAXED IT.

WELL, SOMEBODY OUT THERE HAS IT.

GOOD MORNING, SIR.

GOOD MORNING, LIEUTENANT.

HOW'D IT GO?

I PASSED.

CONGRATULATIONS. THANK YOU.

I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD WEEKEND.

WHY?

60 MORE FINANCIAL
DISCLOSURE STATEMENTS WAITING
FOR US THIS MORNING.

I THOUGHT WE WERE
DONE WITH THAT DETAIL.

I THOUGHT SO, TOO.

DON'T TELL ME.

KRENNICK.

WHAT'S THE DEADLINE?

FRIDAY.

WHERE IS THE DRAGON LADY ANYWAY?

SHE'S BEEN HERE
TWICE LOOKING FOR YOU.

HERE YOU GO.

DIVIDE AND CONQUER. YOU
CAN TAKE "A" THROUGH "M",

AND I'LL FINISH THE REST.

I SHOULD HAVE CALLED IN SICK.

YOU SEEM PRETTY FIT
TO ME, COMMANDER.

[inaudible]

11:30.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE
THE DAWN PATROL TYPE.

WELL, I AM, MA'AM. I WAS UP AT
0500 FOR MY ANNUAL CHECK RIDE.

YOU WERE FLYING?

YES, MA'AM.

WELL, LET'S SEE IF
YOU CAN FLY THESE.

BUREAU OF NAVY PERSONNEL'S
BACKED UP ON FREEDOM OF
INFORMATION ACT REQUESTS,

I TOLD THEM WE'D
HANDLE THE EXCESS.

-WE?
-YES.

I VOLUNTEERED THE
SERVICES OF MY STAFF.

IS THERE A PROBLEM, COMMANDER?

NO, MA'AM.

NOT HIGH-PROFILE ENOUGH FOR YOU?

OH, ON THE CONTRARY, I HAVE
AN AVERSION TO THE SPOTLIGHT.

WELL, THAT'S GOOD TO KNOW.

I ALWAYS TRY TO BE SENSITIVE
TO THE NEEDS OF OTHERS.

WHY DO YOU BAIT
HER LIKE THAT, SIR?

LIKE WHAT?

NOT EVERYTHING NEEDS
TO BE A CONFRONTATION.

YOU SHOULD TRY BEING
NICE. SHE MIGHT LOOSEN UP.

I DOUBT IT.

WELL, HOW DO YOU KNOW?
SHE MIGHT HAVE A SOFT SIDE.

YEAH, LIKE ATTILA THE HUN.

-MEG, WHAT IS THIS?
-WHAT?

THIS FAX.

IT'S AN ITINERARY.

UH, I HAVEN'T HAD A
CHANCE TO LOOK AT IT YET.

CAME IN AT 0200.

NO COVER SHEET.

HMM.

MYSTERIOUS.

HMM. CODE NAME: SHEPARD.

I'D SAY SOME KIND OF
FOREIGN DIGNITARY.

IT'S PROBABLY SOMEONE
FROM THE BALKANS.

NO. HE'S RUSSIAN.
THE EMBASSY'S LISTED.

YOU THINK IT WAS
SENT HERE BY MISTAKE?

UNLESS YOU'RE MOONLIGHTING
AND DIDN'T TELL ME.

IT'S GOT A PENTAGON PREFIX.

HMM, MAYBE WE SHOULDN'T
BE LOOKING AT THIS.

WE MIGHT NEED CLEARANCE.

WELL, IT WAS SENT
TO YOU, WASN'T IT?

MMM-HMM. WHAT
SHOULD WE DO WITH IT?

LET'S PUT IT IN THE SAFE.

I'M HAVING LUNCH TODAY
WITH A FRIEND FROM ANNAPOLIS.

HE WORKS IN NAVAL
INTELLIGENCE AT THE PENTAGON.

[beeping]

I'LL ASK HIM ABOUT IT.

BUT YOU JUST GOT HERE.
YOU'RE GOING TO LUNCH?

OH, WE CAN'T HAVE
CLASSIFIED MATERIAL LAYIN'
AROUND THE OFFICE.

COVER FOR ME, WILL YOU?

I'VE BEEN WORKING IN
NAVAL INTELLIGENCE 7 YEARS.

I'VE NEVER SEEN THE INSIDE
OF A CUBAN MILITARY BASE.

TRUST ME. YOU'RE
NOT MISSING MUCH.

AH, FALSE MODESTY.

IT'S A TELL-TALE
SIGN OF AMBITION.

[laughing]

WELL, LET'S SEE.

NAVAL HERO,

-LAWYER.
-SIR.

MAN, ALL YOU NEED IS A WIFE.
YOU CAN RUN FOR CONGRESS.

[snorts]

I'M NOT THAT MASOCHISTIC.

YOU DON'T FOOL ME, HARM.

YOU'RE A BABY KISSER
IF I EVER SAW ONE.

AND I'VE SEEN A BUNCH OF THEM
ACROSS THE BRIEFING TABLE.

SPEAKING OF WHICH,

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT A FOREIGN
DIGNITARY, CODE NAME: SHEPARD?

NEVER HEARD OF HIM.

I'D HAVE THOUGHT 7 YEARS
WOULD HAVE MADE YOU
A BETTER LIAR, BRUCE.

[sighing] YEAH. WELL,
WHAT CAN I SAY?

I'M A PILLAR OF VIRTUE.

I DON'T THINK THE GOOD
REVEREND MARSHALL WOULD AGREE.

[exhales]

I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS
HIS DAUGHTER, HARM.

IGNORANCE IS NO EXCUSE,
ESPECIALLY FOR A SPOOK.

IF THERE WERE A...

-SHEPARD.
-SHEPARD. YEAH.

EXACTLY WHAT WOULD
YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM?

HIS ITINERARY WAS FAXED
TO OUR OFFICE LAST NIGHT.

WHAT?

FROM SOMEONE AT THE PENTAGON.

ARE YOU SURE? WHO?

I DON'T KNOW. N-62 PREFIX.

DAMN BRITS.

SO, WHO'S SHEPARD?

I'M SORRY, HARM.

NO CAN DO. IT'S CLASSIFIED.

[laughs] ISN'T EVERYTHING?

NO.

I MEAN IT.

[Bruce stammering]

THIS THING'S REALLY HUSH-HUSH.

MY ADVICE?

PRETEND YOU NEVER
EVEN SAW THIS FAX, HMM?

YOU GO BACK TO YOUR
OFFICE AND SHRED IT.

THEN LET ME GUESS.
THIS IS A NON-CONVERSATION.

I'M SERIOUS, HARM.

SHRED IT.

[knocking on door]

LIEUTENANT AUSTIN?

YES, SIR?

KEITH NELSON. ROYAL NAVY.

YOUR YEOMAN WASN'T AT HIS DESK.

NO, EVERYONE'S AT LUNCH.

EXCEPT YOU. PUSHING
FOR A PROMOTION?

NO, JUST DOING THE WORK OF 2.

HOW CAN I HELP YOU?

IT'S A BIT EMBARRASSING,

BUT I'M RATHER HOPING YOU
RECEIVED A FAX INTENDED FOR ME.

SHEPARD'S SCHEDULE?

YOU'VE GOT IT.

YES, SIR.

WHAT A BLOODY RELIEF.

MY SECRETARY'S A BIT DYSLEXIC.

I WAS HOPING SHE'D ONLY
TRANSPOSED THE LAST 2 DIGITS,

AND THANK GOD THAT'S
PRECISELY WHAT SHE'S DONE.

[giggling]

COULD I HAVE IT, PLEASE?

OH, YES. OF COURSE.

HOW DID YOU TRACK THE FAX NUMBER
BACK TO ME? THAT'S CLASSIFIED.

I'M AFRAID I'M OF BRITISH
NAVAL INTELLIGENCE.

WE HAVE COMPUTERS THAT
UNCLASSIFY THAT SORT OF THING.

HMM, I GUESS THAT'S ONLY FAIR.

HARM AND I WERE TRYING TO
DECIPHER WHO SHEPARD WAS.

HARM?

-[safe beeps]
-YEAH, MY SENIOR PARTNER.

LIEUTENANT COMMANDER RABB.

WE BOTH AGREED IT
WAS A FOREIGN DIGNITARY,

BUT HE SAID RUSSIAN AND I SAID
SOMEONE FROM THE BALKANS.

BUT NEITHER ONE OF
US THOUGHT BRITISH.

AFRAID I CAN'T SAY, LIEUTENANT.

THE FAX, PLEASE?

[door opening]

UH, COMMANDER KRENNICK,
COMMANDER NELSON. ROYAL NAVY.

COMMANDER.

PLEASURE.

WHERE IS LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER RABB?

UH, HE'S GONE TO THE
LIBRARY TO DO SOME RESEARCH.

INSTEAD OF USING HIS COMPUTER?

WELL, LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
RABB, HE'S RATHER OLD-FASHIONED.

HE... HE PREFERS FLIPPING
THROUGH THE LAW BOOKS TO
CLICKING A MOUSE.

DID HE SAY THAT?

OR ARE YOU COVERING
FOR HIS GOING TO LUNCH

AND USING YOU AS HIS LAW CLERK?

OH.

[sighing]

WHEN LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER RABB RETURNS,

I WANT TO SEE HIM
IN MY OFFICE, ASAP.

COMMANDER.

AFRAID YOUR LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
IS IN FOR SOME ROUGH SEAS.

YEAH.

HE'S A SURVIVOR, SIR.

WE'LL SEE.

SIR?

[gun fires]

AND ALSO TELL HIM...

SECURITY!

[Krennick] SECURITY!

[guards chattering]

[paramedic] TAKE IT EASY!

CAREFUL NOW!

ALL RIGHT, SHE'S
CLEAR. SHE'S CLEAR.

ONE WOUND. GUNSHOT TO THE HEAD.

HAD TO RESUSCITATE
HER AT THE SITE.

SHE'S HYPERTENSIVE AND BRADY.

B.P. 190 OVER 60, PULSE
40, 25 GRAMS MANNITOL.

ALL RIGHT. LIEUTENANT,
I'M COMMANDER KRENNICK.

-ARE YOU HIT?
-WHAT?

-ARE YOU WOUNDED?
-NO. IT'S LIEUTENANT
AUSTIN'S BLOOD.

WHO'S THE NEURO?

[paramedic] BETTER RUN IF
YOU WANT TO CATCH HIM.

-SHE WAS SHOT RIGHT
BEHIND THE MASTOID.
-B.P.?

STILL ELEVATED.

LET'S GET HER SOME NIPRIDE
ONBOARD AS SOON AS WE GET HER
STABILIZED.

LET'S GO!

I'LL NEED AN INCUBATION
TRAY. I GOT IT.

-HAVE RESPIRATORY STANDING BY.
-ALREADY BEEN CALLED.

-I NEED COMMANDER SHUSTER.
-[nurse] HE'S AN HOUR AWAY.

SHE HASN'T GOT AN HOUR.
I'LL HAVE TO GO IN.

-WE'LL USE THE O.R. C.A.T.
-THAT'S NOT AS ACCURATE.

WE'RE NOT LOOKING FOR
A PINPOINT HEMORRHAGE.

SHE'S GOT A SLUG IN HER HEAD.
NOW, GET HER PREPPED. STAT!

[nurse] YES, DOCTOR. RIGHT AWAY.

WHERE'S LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER ELSINGA?

BE HERE AT 10:00. I FIGURED
YOU'D WANT HER BY YOUR SIDE.

WHO'S LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER ELSINGA?

COMMANDER, I DON'T
MEAN TO BE RUDE,

BUT WE'RE TRYING TO SAVE
YOUR LIEUTENANT'S LIFE.

I SUGGEST YOU GET
A CUP OF COFFEE,

WE'LL CALL YOU WHEN WE
KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON.

-GO TO HELL, LIEUTENANT!
-WHO'S ELSINGA?

LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
GRETA ELSINGA.

THE BEST O.R. NURSE
IN BETHESDA, MA'AM.

WELL, AT LEAST WE'VE GOT THE
BEST OF SOMETHING,
WHICH OBVIOUSLY YOU'RE NOT,

OR YOU WOULDN'T BE CALLING
FOR COMMANDER SHUSTER

OR LOOKING FOR SUPPORT FROM
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER ELSINGA.

HOW LONG WOULD IT TAKE TO
HELICOPTER COMMANDER
SHUSTER HERE?

THE COMMANDER IS BEING
CHOPPERED IN, MA'AM.

WELL, I GUESS YOU'RE IT.

OR WE COULD JUST LET HER DIE.

YOU DON'T WANT TO GET
SMART WITH ME, LIEUTENANT.

IF SHE DIES,
SO DOES YOUR CAREER.

COUNT ON IT.

[woman on P.A.]
DR. RAYMOND TO N.I.C.U.

DR. RAYMOND TO N.I.C.U.

[phone ringing]

[machines beeping]

[nurse] NURSE ELSINGA'S HERE.

[Elsinga] WHAT HAVE
YOU GOT, DOCTOR?

SHE'S HEMORRHAGING.

I HAVE TO OPEN HER UP,
TRY TO CONTROL THE BLEEDING.

WE'LL LET SHUSTER
REMOVE THE SLUG.

WE MIGHT NOT BE ABLE
TO WAIT THAT LONG.

I KNOW.

[drill buzzes]

OK. LET'S GET TO WORK.

-EXCUSE ME.
-[charge nurse] MAY I HELP
YOU, SIR?

I'M LOOKING FOR A
LIEUTENANT J.G. AUSTIN.

YES, SIR. SHE'S IN SURGERY.

UM, I HAVE TO GO.

IS SHE OK?

I'M NOT AT LIBERTY TO SAY, SIR.

WELL, CAN YOU TELL ME HOW
LONG SHE'LL BE IN SURGERY?

I'M SORRY, COMMANDER.
BUT I... I COULDN'T BEGIN TO
GIVE YOU AN ESTIMATE.

OH, ANOTHER 40 TO 45 MINUTES.

COFFEE'S IN THE STAFF LOUNGE.

WAS THAT A GUESS OR DO YOU KNOW?

OH. OH.

IN THE ICE AGES,
I CLERKED FOR AN INSURANCE FIRM
THAT COVERED HOSPITALS.

YOU'D BE SURPRISED HOW
MANY GUNSHOT VICTIMS FIGURE

THEY CAN'T COLLECT
ON WHOEVER SHOT 'EM,

SO THEY SUE WHOEVER SAVED THEM.

IF SHE GOES LONGER
THAN ANOTHER 45 MINUTES,

THE, UH, DAMAGE
MUST BE SO EXTENSIVE

THAT EVEN IF SHE SURVIVES,
WE'LL WISH SHE HADN'T.

YEAH.

[sighing]

LOOK, ALL ADMIRAL
CHEGWIDDIN TOLD ME

WAS THAT SHE WAS SHOT
AND MEDIVACED HERE.

A COMMANDER NELSON, ALTHOUGH
I DOUBT THAT'S HIS REAL NAME,

SHOT HER IN THE
HEAD WITH A PISTOL.

TOOK A SHOT AT ME,

MISSED, AND DISAPPEARED.

WHAT WAS HE AFTER?

OBVIOUSLY, LIEUTENANT AUSTIN.

I JUST WALKED IN
ON THE SHOOTING.

CAN YOU DESCRIBE HIM?

YEAH. 6'2",

DARK HAIR, BLUE EYES,
GOOD-LOOKING, 40-ISH.

BY THE WAY, HE'S
BRITISH ROYAL NAVY.

BRITISH ROYAL NAVY?

YEAH.

THERE WAS A FAX IN MEG'S
MACHINE EARLY THIS MORNING,

DETAILING A SECRET ITINERARY
FOR SOMEONE CODE-NAMED SHEPARD.

NELSON?

I DOUBT IT. BUT WHEN
I WAS HAVING LUNCH

WITH LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER CARMICHAEL...

LIEUTENANT AUSTIN SAID
YOU WERE AT THE LAW LIBRARY.

[woman on P.A. chattering]

ANYWAY, WHILE YOU WERE
HAVING LUNCH WITH LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER CARMICHAEL...

I MENTIONED THE SHEPARD FAX.

HE DAMN NEAR CHOKED.

HE TOLD ME TO SHRED
IT AND FORGET IT.

WHEN I MENTIONED
IT HAD AN N-62 PREFIX,

HE MUMBLED SOMETHING
ABOUT THE BRITS SCREWING UP.

I'LL CALL A FRIEND AT
THE BRITISH EMBASSY.

SEE WHAT HE CAN TELL US.

[Elsinga] I DON'T SEE ANY
SUBDURAL COLLECTIONS.

LOOKS LIKE THE MASTOID'S INTACT.

[Klein] WE WON'T KNOW FOR
SURE TILL WE GET THE SLUG OUT.

WHERE THE HELL IS SHUSTER?

[nurse] AT LEAST 10 MINUTES.

[Klein] WE HAVEN'T GOT THE TIME.

WE GOTTA RELIEVE
THE PRESSURE NOW.

ALL RIGHT, BOYS AND
GIRLS, HERE WE GO.

IRRIGATE.

SUCTION.

RETRACTOR.

DADDY! DADDY!

[neighing]

IT'S MY LITTLE GIRL!

I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE, DADDY.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE
GONE FOREVER.

OH, BABY. I WOULD NEVER
LEAVE YOU FOREVER.

NEVER.

[phone ringing]

[Krennick] HAVE YOU
SENT SOMEONE BY?

NO, I'M... I'M SORRY.
I'M SURE YOU ARE.

YES, I UNDERSTAND.

THANK YOU, COMMANDER.

40 MINUTES. YEAH.

SHE WAS VERY LUCKY.

[sighs]

THE BULLET LODGED BETWEEN
THE INNER SKULL AND
THE BACK OF THE BRAIN.

WE WERE ABLE TO REMOVE THE SLUG

AND THERE'S NO APPARENT
CEREBELLAR TISSUE LOSS.

IF SHE COMES OUT,

IT'S POSSIBLE SHE'LL SUFFER
LITTLE OR NO BRAIN DAMAGE.

IF SHE COMES OUT?

THERE WAS A LOT OF BLEEDING.

AND SEVERE SWELLING
CAUSING INTRACRANIAL PRESSURE.

BOTTOM LINE, LIEUTENANT?

SHE SLIPPED INTO A COMA.

NOW, IT... IT'S NOT UNCOMMON
FOR THIS KIND OF TRAUMA.

I'VE SEEN PEOPLE PULL OUT.
IT'S JUST HARD TO PREDICT.

WE'VE ADMINISTERED AN
ANTICONVULSANT THERAPY,

BUT THERE'S ALWAYS
THE POSSIBILITY

OF MULTIPLE COMPLICATIONS
AFTER BRAIN SURGERY.

CAN WE SEE HER?

I'M SORRY, SIR. WE'RE
TRANSFERRING HER DOWN TO I.C.U.

KEEP US POSTED, LIEUTENANT.

YES, MA'AM.

AND LIEUTENANT,

THANK YOU.

N-62.

[Harm sighing] IS THE ROYAL
NAVY'S PENTAGON OFFICES.

I CALLED.

THERE IS A COMMANDER NELSON,

BUT HE DIDN'T REPORT
TO WORK THIS MORNING.

DID SOMEBODY CALL HER MOTHER?

THEY'RE STILL
TRYING TO REACH HER.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

TO GET THAT FAX.

[sighing] IT'S NOT THERE.

THAT'S WHAT COMMANDER
NELSON WAS AFTER.

IF HE WAS COMMANDER NELSON.

THERE'S ONLY ONE
WAY TO FIND OUT.

HOLD ON, COMMANDER.

WE'RE NOT GOING
ANYWHERE UNTIL I CHANGE.

AT SOME POINT, WE'RE GOING
TO HAVE TO INVOLVE STATE.

THEY'LL JUST SHUT US
OUT AND YOU KNOW IT.

A FOREIGN OFFICER
COULD BE INVOLVED.

WHO SHOT MY PARTNER IN THE HEAD.

THIS IS NOT A VIGILANTE
MISSION, COMMANDER.

I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU
SHOOT YOUR WAY THROUGH IT.

AND I'M NOT GOING TO LET
THAT BASTARD GET AWAY

WHILE YOU MAKE
POINTS WITH STATE.

YOU ARE WAY OUT OF LINE, MISTER!

I'M GOING TO FORGIVE
THAT BECAUSE YOUR PARTNER'S
LYING IN A COMA.

BUT I CARE ABOUT THE PEOPLE
I WORK WITH AS MUCH AS YOU.

I WANT THAT BASTARD, TOO.

I APOLOGIZE, COMMANDER.
I WAS OUT OF LINE.

YOU WANT TO FEEL GUILTY, HARM?

FEEL GUILTY FOR DUMPING
YOUR WORK ON HER.

BUT DON'T THINK YOU WOULD
HAVE SOMEHOW PREVENTED THIS
IF YOU WERE THERE.

YOU'D BOTH PROBABLY
HAVE BULLETS IN YOUR HEADS.

[man] I'M AFRAID WE'VE
LOCATED COMMANDER NELSON.

HE'S IN HIS APARTMENT.

[rain pattering]

[policeman]
WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO GO AHEAD
AND DUST THIS AREA, BILL.

YOU WANT TO DO IT?

THAT'S NOT HIM.

[sirens wailing] WHY
AM I NOT SURPRISED?

HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN DEAD?

UH, 24 TO 36 HOURS.

CAUSE OF DEATH?

APPARENTLY A BULLET
TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD.

[woman on radio chattering]

WELL, HE'S BOLD.
I'LL GIVE HIM THAT.

WALKED RIGHT INTO OUR OFFICE
MASQUERADING AS SOMEONE HE'D
ALREADY KILLED.

THAT ITINERARY MUST HAVE BEEN
DAMNED IMPORTANT FOR HIM TO TAKE
A RISK LIKE THAT.

HARM?

WHAT THE HELL ARE
YOU DOING HERE?

SOMEONE CALLING HIMSELF
COMMANDER NELSON

SHOT MY PARTNER THIS AFTERNOON.

I KNOW. I'M SORRY.

HE GOT THAT FAX.

AND I TOLD YOU TO SHRED IT.

WHO THE HELL IS SHEPARD?

I TOLD YOU. THAT'S CLASSIFIED.

I THINK A BULLET IN MY PARTNER'S
HEAD EARNED THAT CLEARANCE.

HARM, I UNDERSTAND
THAT YOU'RE UPSET.

BUT YOU HAVE GOT TO LET
THE PEOPLE THAT KNOW WHAT
THEY'RE DOING HANDLE THIS.

WOULD THAT BE YOU,
LIEUTENANT COMMANDER?

OH, YES, MA'AM. IT WOULD.

YOU DON'T SEEM TO BE
DOING A VERY GOOD JOB OF IT.

NOW DO YOU SEE WHY
I WANNA GO TO STATE?

THEY'LL JUST STONEWALL US, TOO.

EVERYONE WILL, HARM.

NOT EVERYONE.

[equipment beeping]

HER DAD ALWAYS BRAGGED
ABOUT HER HARD HEAD.

SAID IT WAS THE...
THE IRISH IN HER.

[Harm] YES, SIR.

ANY CHANGE?

NO. NOT YET, BUT
DON'T COUNT HER OUT.

MEG'S A FIGHTER.

LOOKS LIKE YOU'VE REALLY STEPPED
IN IT THIS TIME, COMMANDER.

IT WOULD... IT WOULD
APPEAR SO, SIR.

SIR, THIS IS COMMANDER
ALLISON KRENNICK.

-KRENNICK.
-REAL PLEASURE, COLONEL.

WERE YOU ABLE TO GET
A LINE ON WHO SHEPARD IS?

CAN SHE BE TRUSTED?

WITHOUT A DOUBT, SIR.

SHEPARD IS BORIS YELTSIN.

HE ARRIVES HERE IN
WASHINGTON TOMORROW

ON A SECRET MISSION
TO SIGN AN AGREEMENT

BANNING THE SALE OF
NUCLEAR MATERIAL TO PAKISTAN.

AND THERE IS ONLY ONE REASON
TO KILL FOR HIS ITINERARY.

TO ASSASSINATE HIM.

IT'S WORSE THAN THAT.

I'M CONVINCED THAT THE
ASSASSIN IS HEMLOCK.

I THOUGHT HE WAS A C.I.A. MYTH.

SO WAS CARLOS UNTIL WE GOT HIM.

I BELIEVE THAT HEMLOCK'S WORKING
FOR THE RUSSIAN HARDLINERS.

3 UP AND COMING CENTRISTS
HAVE DISAPPEARED THE LAST
SEVERAL MONTHS,

AND IF THEY CAN KILL YELTSIN

WHILE HE'S HERE IN
THE UNITED STATES,

THEY WIN ON 2 FRONTS.

I DON'T SUPPOSE ANYONE HAS
A PICTURE OF HEMLOCK ON FILE.

NO ONE ALIVE HAS EVER SEEN HIM.

I HAVE.

THEN YOU, COMMANDER,
ARE A TARGET.

[Harm] I DIDN'T KNOW
YOU WERE AN ARTIST.

[Krennick] I'M NOT AS
GOOD AS I'D LIKE TO BE.

I CAN'T GET THE EYES RIGHT.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM?

IT'S HARD TO EXPLAIN.
THEY'RE JUST...

COLDER, ALMOST EMPTY.

YOU KNOW, IF THIS GUY'S
AS GOOD AS THEY SAY,

I'M SURE HE CAN
CHANGE HIS APPEARANCE.

WELL, IT'S A START. I DOUBT IT.

HE'S PROBABLY OUT OF
THE COUNTRY BY NOW.

WHAT, YOU THINK
HE'D JUST GIVE UP?

HE'S BEEN COMPROMISED.

HAS HE?

HE HAS TO KNOW THE
ITINERARY WILL BE CHANGED.

AND HE CAN'T RISK ANOTHER
TRIP TO THE PENTAGON.

YEAH, WELL, HE'S NOT GOING TO
LEAVE ANY LOOSE ENDS, EITHER.

WE NEED TO GET
YOU TO A SAFE HOUSE.

[chuckles]

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO
CLOISTER ME LIKE A NUN?

[pager beeping]

OH, CHEGWIDDIN.

CHEG... WHAT THE HELL'S
HE DOING IN HERE THIS EARLY?

I DON'T KNOW.

[electric razor buzzing]

MY PHONE'S BEEN
RINGING ALL NIGHT LONG.

STATE, SECRET SERVICE,
NAVAL INTELLIGENCE.

EVEN THE DAMN PARK POLICE
WANT ME TO CALL OFF MY DOGS.

SAY YOU'RE CRAPPIN'
ON THEIR LAWN.

THAT'S BECAUSE WE'RE
A STEP AHEAD OF THEM, ADMIRAL.

THIS IS A SKETCH OF
LIEUTENANT AUSTIN'S SHOOTER.

WE HAVE REASON TO
BELIEVE IT'S HEMLOCK.

THE ASSASSIN?

YES, SIR. IT APPEARS HE'S HERE
TO KILL PRESIDENT YELTSIN, SIR.

WELL, SOMEBODY NEEDS TO
GIVE HIM A GEOGRAPHY LESSON.

YELTSIN'S ARRIVING
IN WASHINGTON TOMORROW TO SIGN
A SECRET ARMS AGREEMENT.

STAND AT EASE.

HOW THE HELL DID WE
GET INVOLVED IN THIS?

-[Harm] SIR...
-PURE ACCIDENT, ADMIRAL.

HEMLOCK INFILTRATED
THE PENTAGON OFFICE

OF A ROYAL NAVY
COMMANDER NAMED NELSON,

GOT YELTSIN'S ITINERARY
FROM NELSON'S COMPUTER,

AND DOWNLOADED IT TO LIEUTENANT
AUSTIN'S FAX BY MISTAKE.

HE POSED AS COMMANDER
NELSON TO RETRIEVE THE FAX,

AND SHOT LIEUTENANT
AUSTIN BECAUSE SHE COULD
IDENTIFY HIM, SIR.

WE HAVE A CHANCE TO
FIND HIM WITH THIS SKETCH.

WHICH THE OTHER
AGENCIES DON'T HAVE.

NO, SIR.

SCREW 'EM. STEAL THEIR THUNDER.

-SIR?
-STEAL THEIR THUNDER!

S.O.B. COMES IN HERE AND
SHOOTS ONE OF MY OFFICERS,

I WANT HIM STUFFED AND
PUT IN MY TROPHY ROOM.

AND I WANT US TO DO IT.

YES, SIR.

DISMISSED.

SIR, COMMANDER
KRENNICK IS AT RISK.

SHE'S THE ONLY ONE
BESIDE LIEUTENANT AUSTIN

WHO KNOWS WHAT
HEMLOCK LOOKS LIKE, SIR.

I BEG YOUR PARDON, SIR,

BUT IT SEEMS WE ALL KNOW
WHAT HEMLOCK LOOKS LIKE.

ONLY YOU CAN
IDENTIFY HIM IN COURT.

SIR, WE HAVE GUARDS POSTED
AT BETHESDA TO PROTECT
LIEUTENANT AUSTIN.

PRUDENCE WOULD SUGGEST
WE MOVE COMMANDER KRENNICK
TO A SAFE HOUSE.

WHEN I BECAME A NAVAL
OFFICER, COMMANDER RABB,

I FULLY EXPECTED TO TAKE RISK.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO MAKE
YOURSELF A TARGET, COMMANDER.

-I AM NOT MAKING...
-THAT'S ENOUGH.

I EXPECT YOU TO EXERCISE
DUE CAUTION, COMMANDER.

YES, SIR.

AS YOU WERE.

AYE, SIR.

NICE TRY.

[alarms beeping]

SHE'S CONVULSING!
GET DR. KLEIN. NOW!

I COULD USE SOME HELP IN HERE!

SHE'S DECEREBRATING.

-HOW LONG?
-I DON'T KNOW.

I'LL HAVE TO DRAIN
THE VENTRICLE HERE.

GIVE ME A TWIST DRILL AND
NUMBER 18 SPINAL NEEDLE NOW.

I MISSED YOU SO MUCH.

I MISSED YOU TOO, DARLIN'.

WHY DIDN'T YOU COME BACK?

WELL, I WANTED TO, MEG.

BUT I HAD TO WAIT TILL
YOU REALLY NEEDED ME.

OH, I DO, DADDY. I DO.

I KNOW YOU DO.

YOU SMELL SO GOOD.

[laughing]

[monitor beeping]

[thunder cracking]

[Rom] WHO IS IT?

IT'S LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
RABB AND COMMANDER KRENNICK.

OLLIE SENT US.

[lock rattles]

[thunder rumbling]

SOMETHING WRONG?

ARE THOSE, UM, REAL,
OR... OR... OR

D-DID YOU BUY THEM?

ORIGINAL EQUIPMENT.

INHERITED FROM MY GRANDMOTHER.

OLLIE SAID THAT YOU COULD ACCESS
THE PENTAGON'S PERSONNEL FILES.

[laughing]

I CAN ACCESS THE WHOLE
DAMN, UH, THE NETWORK.

MY GRANDMOTHER,
UH, LEFT ME THIS PLACE.

BUT I LIKE WHAT
YOURS, UH, UH, LEFT YOU,

UH, BETTER.

SO DO I.

[thunder rumbles]

IT'S UH, UH,

RIGHT THROUGH, UH...

[exhales]

COPPER. BUG-PROOF.

YUP. UM, WHAT'S THE NAME?

[computer buzzing]

I'M AFRAID WE DON'T HAVE ONE.

YOU GOT TO GIVE ME
SOME PLACE TO START.

WELL, HE WOULD HAVE BEEN HIRED
WITHIN THE LAST, WHAT, 3 MONTHS?

YES.

WELL, THAT SHOULD
NARROW THE FIELD.

OK, WE ARE DOWN TO
LESS THAN 130 EMPLOYEES.

YOU SAID "HE," SO I ASSUME THAT
YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A MALE.

THAT NARROWS IT TO 86.

OK. UH, YOU THINK WE CAN
TRUST PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS?

WELL, HE CAN'T CHANGE
HIS HEIGHT THAT MUCH.

TRY ANYONE
BETWEEN 5'10 " AND 6'3".

[Rom] 57.

WHERE DO YOU THINK
HE'D BE WORKING?

SOMEWHERE THAT WOULD GIVE HIM
ACCESS WITH MINIMUM EXPOSURE.

AH! UH, OK, UH...

CUSTODIAL.

UH, NICE LOW PROFILE.

NOT MUCH OF A SECURITY SCREEN.

AND WE ARE DOWN TO

17 NAMES, MY FRIENDS.

HOW MANY WORKED
OVER THE WEEKEND?

WELL, THEN I WOULD HAVE TO
GO INTO... TO... TO SCHEDULING.

IS THAT A PROBLEM?

NOT IF YOU, UH,
TAKE ME TO DINNER.

[thunder rumbling]

FINE.

[computer beeping]

AH! 11.

CAN WE ELIMINATE
BLACKS AND HISPANICS?

YES.

4. THAT'S MANAGEABLE.

[Krennick] CAN YOU PULL THEM UP?

YOU'D HAVE TO WEAR SOMETHING
BLACK ABOVE THE KNEE.

DON'T PUSH IT.

[computer keys clicking]

[beeping]

-THAT'S STRANGE.
-[Harm] WHAT?

UH, T-THIS ONE DOESN'T HAVE A...
A... A PICTURE ON FILE.

ALL, UH, EMPLOYEE I.D. PICTURES

ARE SCANNED INTO THE
SYSTEM AND STORED DIGITALLY.

THIS ONE MUST HAVE BEEN REMOVED.

THAT'S OUR MAN. RICHARD ELLZEY.

[Rom] 4111, M STREET.

UM, I WOULD LIKE
SOMEPLACE ROMANTIC.

UH, CANDLELIGHT,

SOFT MUSIC,
AND... OH... OH... OH,

UH... UH... UH... UH,
PREFERABLY A HOTEL.

[siren wailing]

[radio chattering]

LOOKS LIKE SOMEBODY
FIGURED IT OUT BEFORE US.

AND I KNOW WHO.

[SWAT leader] BRAVO
TEAM. GO, GO, GO!

[siren wailing]

JAG. WE'RE WITH LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER CARMICHAEL.

[Bruce] SO, ON THE OTHER SIDE

WE GOT THE FLANK
AND THE SNIPERS. YEAH.

IF WE CAN GET BACK
THAT WAY, WE COULD...

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU
DOING HERE? IS HE IN THERE?

-WHO?
-HEMLOCK.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE
TALKING ABOUT. WE'RE
AFTER A RICHARD ELLZEY.

HARM, I TOLD YOU WE'RE ON
THIS! NOW GET OUT OF HERE

-[glass breaking]
-BEFORE I HAVE TO CALL...

GET DOWN!

[women screaming]

[glass shattering]

[gun fires]

[SWAT leader] ALPHA TEAM, GO!

[Bruce] VICTOR 1. COMMAND.
WHAT'S YOUR STATUS?

VICTOR 1. COMMAND.
WHAT'S YOUR STATUS? OVER.

COMMAND. VICTOR 1.
SUSPECT IS DOWN.

DEAD?

AFFIRMATIVE.

HE BLEW HIS HEAD
OFF WITH A SHOTGUN.

[people chattering]

WHAT DO YOU THINK, COMMANDER?

HE COULD USE A HEAD.

THE SIZE AND BODY
SHAPE IS RIGHT.

THAT LOOKS LIKE THE PISTOL
HE SHOT LIEUTENANT AUSTIN WITH.

IT'S HEMLOCK.

[sirens wailing]

YOU CAN'T BE SURE.

WE'LL CHECK HIS PRINTS.
I KNOW IT'S HIM.

NO ONE HAS HEMLOCK'S PRINTS.

LOOK, HARM, I'M REALLY SORRY YOU
DIDN'T GET TO BLOW HIM AWAY
TO AVENGE YOUR PARTNER,

BUT DON'T TURN HIM INTO ELVIS.

I GOT HEMLOCK.

YOU SON OF A BITCH.

MY PARTNER'S IN A COMA
BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID

WE'D BE ONTO SOMETHING
THAT'D STEAL YOUR GLORY.

YOU KNEW HEMLOCK
WAS AFTER YELTSIN,

YOU KNEW ANYONE WHO
HAD THAT FAX WAS IN DANGER,

AND STILL YOU STONEWALLED ME.

WELL, NO MORE.

YOU'VE GOT PROOF, I WANT IT!

FINE.

I'LL TELL YOU.

AND THAT'S THE END
OF IT, COMMANDER.

WHEN YOUR PARTNER GOT SHOT,
I RAN COMBINATIONS ON HER
FAX NUMBER.

IT TURNS OUT A RICHARD
ELLZEY HAS THE SAME NUMBER

IF YOU TRANSPOSE
THE LAST 2 DIGITS.

HE WAS HIRED AS A PENTAGON
JANITOR ABOUT A MONTH AGO.

A DEEPER CHECK SHOWED
THAT ELLZEY DIED IN INFANCY.

IN 1954.

YOU'RE WELCOME!

GO TO HELL!

I'M TELLING YOU, COMMANDER,
IT JUST DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT.

HOW SO?

LOOK, IF THE C.I.A. DID AN
EXTENSIVE WORKUP ON HEMLOCK,

THIS IS A TRUE SOCIOPATH.

HE'S NOT THE KIND OF PERSON
WHO'S GONNA COMMIT SUICIDE.

HE'D HAVE GONE DOWN FIGHTING.

HE DID FOR A WHILE.

I DON'T THINK HE WANTED
TO BE TAKEN ALIVE.

COULD BE. I...

MARINE.

TELL ME SOMETHING.

WHY IS, UH,

LIEUTENANT COMMANDER
RABB FEELING SO RESPONSIBLE?

HE'S A GOOD OFFICER.

YES. HE IS THAT.

COLONEL, IS THE
YELTSIN TRIP STILL ON?

HE'S IN THE AIR AS WE SPEAK.

♪ [whistling]

[computer beeps]

[computer beeps]

[fax machine humming]

[Harm] I DON'T THINK IT'S SAFE
FOR YOU TO BE GOING HOME.

BECAUSE OF WHAT OLLIE SAID?

THE COLONEL'S GOT
PRETTY GOOD INSTINCTS.

YOU NEED TO BE CAREFUL.

AT LEAST UNTIL
YELTSIN'S TRIP IS OVER.

I'M GOING HOME AND
TAKING A LONG HOT BATH.

NOW, IF YOU'RE REALLY
WORRIED, YOU CAN JOIN ME.

I'M GOING BACK TO THE HOSPITAL.

OLLIE'S THERE.

THEY'LL CALL US IF
THERE'S ANY CHANGE.

HARM, YOU HAVEN'T
SLEPT IN 2 DAYS.

I'LL SLEEP WHEN MEG'S AWAKE.

BUT I'LL TAKE A RAIN CHECK.

IF THAT WERE ME IN THAT COMA,

WOULD YOU...

OF COURSE I WOULD.

THAT'S NICE TO KNOW.

[knocks]

[car engine starting]

DON'T START IT!

OPEN THE HOOD.

HARM, YOU'RE PARANOID.

HUMOR ME.

[clicking]

SATISFIED?

NOPE.

YOU'RE HOLDING UP MY BATH.

[ticking]

CALL THE BOMB SQUAD.

♪ [whistling]

IT DOESN'T PROVE HE'S ALIVE.

MY CAR'S BEEN PARKED HERE
SINCE I CAME TO WORK MONDAY.

HEMLOCK COULD HAVE
PLANTED IT ANYTIME AFTER

SHOOTING LIEUTENANT AUSTIN
AND THE RAID ON HIS APARTMENT.

THAT WAS A WEIRD ONE.

YOU COULD SAFELY START THE
CAR UNTIL THE TIMER ARMED IT.

AFTER THAT,

YOU TURN THAT IGNITION, BOOM.

WHEN WOULD THE TIMER ARM IT?

12:00.

NOON OR MIDNIGHT?

IT MUST BE NOON.
IT HADN'T ACTIVATED YET.

HE PLANTED IT AFTER MIDNIGHT.

HEMLOCK'S ALIVE.

[man chattering]

HOLD IT!

YEAH?

U.S. SECRET SERVICE.

I GOT TO TAKE IT FROM HERE, PAL.

SURE THING.

IF YOU JUST WANT TO,
UH, SIGN RIGHT THERE.

4 DOZEN.

SURE.

THANK YOU.

[people chattering]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAY I
HAVE YOUR ATTENTION, PLEASE?

I'M AFRAID YOU HAVE BEEN
INVITED TO OUR RECEPTION

UNDER FALSE PRETEXTS.

[people murmuring]

YOU ARE NOT HERE TO WITNESS THE
SIGNING OF A TRADE AGREEMENT

BETWEEN MYSELF AND
AMBASSADOR COOK.

INSTEAD, YOU ARE HERE TO
WITNESS THE HISTORIC SIGNING

OF A NEW NUCLEAR
NON-PROLIFERATION TREATY

BETWEEN THE PRESIDENT
OF THE UNITED STATES,

THE BRITISH PRIME MINISTER,

[people applauding]
AND
THE PRESIDENT OF RUSSIA.

[Harm] BRUCE.

NOW WHAT?

HEMLOCK'S ALIVE.

GIVE IT A REST, HARM.

HE PLANTED A BOMB IN MY
CAR SOMETIME AFTER MIDNIGHT.

OK, WHO THE HELL'S ELLZEY?

WHO THE HELL CARES?

AN ACCOMPLICE, A FALL
GUY, WHAT DOES IT MATTER?

HEMLOCK'S OUT THERE. THE BOMB
WAS SET TO ARM AFTER 12:00 NOON.

THAT'S WHEN YELTSIN'S
SUPPOSED TO SIGN THE TREATY.

WHERE?

[sighing]

WHERE, DAMN IT.

EMBASSY ROW HOTEL.

EVEN IF HE IS ALIVE,
HE'LL NEVER GET PAST SECURITY!

[guard #1] ALL RIGHT. HOLD
IT RIGHT THERE, PLEASE.

[exclaiming]

FINE. ALL RIGHT.
YOU'RE ALL CLEAR. WALK.

GO AHEAD, GO ON, GET OUT.

[people cheering]

[agent] I EXPECT YOU
TO FIGURE THIS OUT.

I NEED THOSE 5 PEOPLE
HERE AND I NEED 'EM NOW.

THIS CAN'T WAIT. NO. I NEED...

[Russian accent]
IDENTIFICATION, PLEASE.

WHO ARE YOU?

GORBOV. RUSSIAN SECURITY.

MAY I SEE YOUR
IDENTIFICATION, PLEASE?

THANK YOU.

SURE.

I DON'T KNOW YOU. WHO ARE YOU?

[British accent] MURDOCH.

BRITISH SECRET SERVICE.

THANK YOU.

[speaking Russian]

HOLD IT! STOP RIGHT THERE.

HEMLOCK IS IN THERE.

SIR, IF YOU DON'T BACK UP
RIGHT NOW, I WILL ARREST YOU.

THEY'RE OK, GEORGE.

[camera clicking]

LET'S SPREAD OUT.

GUN!

[people screaming]

[man] GET DOWN!

[all screaming]

I'M ALL RIGHT! I'M ALL
RIGHT. GET HIM, HARM.

WHERE IS HE?

I DON'T KNOW.

THERE! THE BLOND
WITH THE BLUE BLAZER!

[men speaking Russian]

[exclaims]

[men speaking Russian]

THE LAST MAN! HEMLOCK!

[gun fires]

[tires squealing]

STAY WITH HIM.

THEY CHANGED THEIR
MINDS. THEY WANT IT BACK!

[valet] HEY, EASY, MAN!

STOP!

[horn blaring]

TELL ME IT'S HIM.

IT'S HIM.

[monitors beeping]

MEG? MEG?

I GOT TO GO, MEG.

I WANT TO GO WITH YOU.

WELL, NOT TODAY.
YOU'RE NOT READY.

YES, I AM. I WANT TO
GO WITH YOU. PLEASE?

THERE'S NO NEED TO RUSH THINGS.
WE'RE GOING TO RIDE TOGETHER
SOON ENOUGH.

IT'S JUST NOT TIME YET.

DON'T LEAVE ME, DADDY.

I LOVE YOU, LITTLE DARLING.

DADDY!

[neighing]

I LOVE YOU, DARLING.

DADDY.

[neighing]

DADDY!

DADDY!

[Ollie] MEG?

MEG?

MEG? MEG?

DADDY?

NO, MEG. IT'S... IT'S OLLIE.

OH, OLLIE.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY DAD.

I WAS JUST TALKING TO HIM.

I HAD A FEELING THAT SOMETHING
LIKE THAT WAS GOING ON.

HI, HARM.

HI, MEG.

HOW WAS LUNCH?