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[Miss Parker] I swear to God, I'm starting to lose my mind.

It's bad enough that we have missed Jarod...

with all the close calls that we've had...

but we're not even showing up in the right cities anymore.

Well, we'll get back on track, Miss Parker.

We're just in a slump.

This is the Centre, Broots.

We don't have slumps.

[Phone Ringing]

- [Rings, Beeps] - What?

Well, well, well, long time no see.

[On Speakerphone] And how is life treating you?

Like you caught me in bed with his wife. What do you want, Jarod?

- Why is Mr. Lyle tailing me? - Mr. Lyle?

Yes. He chased me through Albuquerque and Santa Fe.

Although I don't see much hitchhiking in his future.

- Hitchhiking? - Somebody cut off one of his thumbs.

Jarod?

I think you should tell us where you are.

We can protect you from him.

Although I really do appreciate your concern, I've gotten used to taking care of myself.

Well, I really gotta go. I'm late for work.

- Ciao. - [Phone Beeps]

Hey, Joey.

- Who's this? - [Joey] He's the new guy.

- So, are we set? - My money.

Bobby?

[Foghorn Sounds In Distance]

It's a beautiful thing, huh?

Plates will be here in three days. Take it easy.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - What's this?

Hey...

it's like a round peg in a square hole.

You just don't fit.

Hey, Joey. A corpse means cops.

Yeah, and a live witness means trouble. Sorry.

I came through with the counterfeit plates. I got what you wanted.

Come on, shoot him. It's freezing in here.

Joey, this ain't smart.

You know he's right?

You do it.

Come on, man. Show me what you got.

Do it. Do it!

- [Gun Cocks] - Or I punch your ticket.

They don't call him Bobby "Two Guns" for nothing.

- This ain't right, Joey. - All right, all right.

- But at least let me take him out to the docks. - No, no, no, do it here.

Come on, Chicago boy.

- Joey, I got kids. - Say a prayer for 'em.

I got a family, Joey. I mean, come on.

- No, don't! - Shoot him.

Do it! Do it! Do it!

[Man Narrating] There are Pretenders among us.

[Jarod] I was taken from my family.

Thirty-six hours and he's already demonstrating more talent than any of our others.

How many people died because of what I thought up?

Since I broke out, I've spent every moment searching for my past.

[Miss Parker] He's a Pretender-

A genius who can become anyone that he wants to be.

- The Centre wants him alive. - Preferably.

[Miss Parker] He defends the weak and abused.

Life's a gift.

- You a doctor? - I am today.

- Breakfast? - Yeah. Let's get outta here. It stinks.

Hey, quite the marksman there, sport.

- [Man] The guy's a natural born killer. - Nice shot.

[Man Laughs, Continues Indistinct]

[Door Opens]

- Jarod. - What's up?

Faye, how'd we do last night?

I don't know, Joey. Only about 900 and change.

- What? - It rained.

All right, Bobby. Make sure this gets there by 10:00, all right?

I don't want another phone call.

- I gotta pay the rent. - So pay it.

Hey, hey, come here, babe.

Hey, let's talk in my office.

I love what you've done with the place.

Feds can't pick up a conversation because of the frost.

Look. If this is about what happened yesterday, you caught me off guard.

- It will never happen again. - That was just a test.

[Sniffs] Now, you know, you're definitely not making full use of all your talents.

[Sniffs] In fact, Tony says you're the best print man he's ever seen.

A "real artist," he says.

Well, you know, you print a man a million dollars, he'll say anything.

- So, show me. - Excuse me?

Come on. Let's see what you got.

Which one's real?

[Sniffing]

[Chuckles] They're both real.

Guess I'm an artist.

Did you really think I wouldn't find out who you are? Huh?

[Gun Cocks]

- What the hell are you talking about? - Just tell me again, huh?

Once again, what happened in Chicago?

I told you. I was a print man for Tony T.

Yeah? What's this? Look at this.

"Jarod Puzo: Outstanding convictions for arson...

extortion, fraud, outstanding warrants."

- You want me to continue? - All right, all right, all right.

I jumped bail. I wanted to lay low for a little while.

Last thing I needed was some punk making his bones by rattin' me out.

Okay.

A few months back, a couple of feds infiltrated our organization.

- Well, that's no good. - Yeah, yeah.

A friend of mine says they could subpoena everybody.

Well, if you will remember, all that occurred before I got here.

Yeah. Well, you got an answer to everything, don't ya?

No more secrets, all right... artist?

Your secretary said it was urgent.

I got this surveillance tape off the satellite feed from our Hartford office.

- [Gunshots] - [People Groaning]

[Miss Parker] Oh, my God. Do you know the shooter?

- Follow me. - [Mr. Parker] I think we both do.

[Miss Parker] Mr. Lyle.

Jarod contacted us. He said Lyle's been dogging him.

Last report was he was dealing with a Japanese yakuza. Ah.

[Laughs] Definitely yakuza.

The yakuza punish by taking the little finger of the offending party.

What's a guy have to do to lose a thumb?

[Mr. Parker] It couldn't happen to a nicer fella.

Question is, now what's the bastard up to?

Lyle knows all the Centre offices are monitored.

He disabled the primary. These shots are from the backup units.

Well, we know all our people there are dead...

including the executive administrator, Mr. Strum.

Lyle.

I want you to go to Hartford, clean up the mess.

I'm not a Cleaner anymore.

Myjob is to find Jarod.

You said Lyle was afterJarod.

It makes this your job.

Somebody has to find out what else he was after.

Huh? [Clears Throat]

This is a... very delicate situation.

You're the only person I can trust.

[Man] Undercover agent Dean Clark was arraigned today...

in the killing of federal officer Lester Knight.

A reporter caught up with Sean Flanagan...

the U.S. prosecutor who's trying the case.

[Woman] Is it the department's contention that Dean Clark killed undercover agent Knight?

Agent Clark has been charged with homicide in connection with the death of a fellow agent...

while both were working undercover for the Melino crime family.

That's all this department has to say at this time.

[TVOff]

He's the reason I joined RICO.

I would never do anything to disgrace him.

You said you were drinking with an associate ofJoey Melino's...

the night that Les Knight was murdered.

Yeah, Bobby "Two Guns,"

Melino's second in command.

They call him "Two Guns" 'cause he carries these matching.38s.

I told my lawyer this. Don't you guys in the public defender's office talk to each other?

- [Buzzer, Door Opens] - So you were with this Bobby...

the night that Agent Knight was murdered?

My assignment undercover was to tail Two Guns.

He was hanging out at Faye's restaurant...

and challenged me to go head-to-head with a bottle of gin.

- So, I started drinking, B.S.'ing. - [Buzzer]

I get a call from Agent Knight.

He says someone is feeding RICO information to Melino.

- Did he say who? - No.

He said to watch my back and meet him in the morning.

The same morning Agent Knight was found suffocated in a dry cleaner's bag?

The same dry cleaners that you use.

I was set up.

Bobby and I polished off a quart of gin.

I don't even remember leaving Faye's.

There's no way I could have driven over the bridge to Agent Knight's...

kill him and make it back home without running my car into a pole.

I'm telling you. I was set up.

[Joey] The counterfeit plates are coming in from Costa Rica.

Two sizes, twenties and hundreds.

They might need some work. You're an artist.

I'm gonna need the right materials.

- You know the suppliers? - Of course.

- But it's gonna cost. - Hey, don't worry about that.

If this deal goes down, everybody's gonna get fat.

[Man] Hey, Joey, you got a call.

- Who is it? - I don't know. You want me to ask?

No, just gimme the phone.

Hey, Faye, bring me a Gibson.

I'll be right back.

Is that Waikiki?

Yeah. Yeah, you can see Diamond Head in the background.

I hear it's beautiful.

Supposed to go there on my honeymoon.

- Got put off. - So, Faye...

what's a nice girl like you doin' in a place like this?

[Laughs]

- I can't afford to move to Hawaii. - Seriously.

Why don't you just sell this place and go?

[Sighs] Joey.

He sucked this place dry. I've got no equity.

How'd you link up with a guy likeJoey?

My husband died and left me the restaurant.

I tried to make a go of it, but, uh, ran into some money trouble.

- Joey said he could help. Ooh, big mistake. - [Bobby] Hey, Faye.!

Let's go.!

You're the one who should get away from him while you still can.

- What happens to them? - Nothing.

They don't exist anymore.

Been a while since you've worked as a Cleaner, Miss Parker.

- I'm surprised. - My father has his reasons.

- What are we looking for? - Anything that seems out of place or missing.

Lyle wouldn't pull off a hit like this unless it was important.

There's got to be something around here.

What is this?

Oh, it's an E-prong chip.

- Most likely tied to the panel of the blue box. - Blue box?

Each Centre office has a dedicated hardware system from the mainframe...

called the blue box.

But a chip like this just couldn't fall off.

- Blue boxes are sealed shut. - Like this?

Um, yeah, that would be it.

What's up?

Friend of a friend tells me that 10 pallets of raw currency paper...

are being stored in a warehouse in Brooklyn for one night.

Tonight.

Wow. You wanna rip off the Treasury Department?

We use Uncle Sam's paper, no one, but no one...

is going to be able to tell our bills from the real deal.

Hey, Picasso- he didn't paint on toilet paper, did he?

Trust me.

I say something funny?

"Trust me."

That's the last thing that Lester Knight said to me...

standing right where you're at.

You snuffed that RICO cop here?

We locked him right where you're standing.

I thought he was gonna freeze to death, but he suffocated first.

I lost 50 bucks to Two Guns on that bet.

But, hey, dead is dead, right? [Chuckles]

I thought he had a dry cleaning bag wrapped around his head.

I did that...

to frame that other RICO cop.

I'm an artist too, you know?

All right, Picasso, set it up.

[Bobby] Gee, we got enough paper to print a billion bucks.

- Hey, way to go, Picasso. - Yeah, baby.

Security shifts change in 20. Let's move.

Yeah. All right, we gotta go. The cops are coming.

- How do you know this? - Trust me, he knows.

[Bobby] Come on, let's move it.! Come on.!

- Let's go. - [Sirens Wailing In Distance]

- Come on. Get outta here! - Hands up! Get 'em where I can see 'em.

- Federal agents, you're under arrest! - Hold it right there.!

- Get on the ground! - Get out of the truck.!

- Get on the ground.! - Get your hands off of me!

[Groaning]

- They're taking Bobby downtown. - Did you have to get me in the nose?

At least you didn't have to take a bullet. Vest or no vest...

I'm gonna smell like cat food for at least a month.

How long did you have to stay in that fish bath?

Let's just say the dry cleaners don't want my business anymore.

No, no, no, leave them on.

The more bruises, the less questions they're gonna ask.

Jarod, we put a lot of pressure on people in Chicago to vouch for you.

If you thinkJoey's getting wise, I'll pull you out.

We don't wanna lose another undercover agent.

No, I'm too close to bail out now.

So why'd you set up this phony bust?

Melino seems to know everything before we do. I'm looking for a leak.

- And? - And he gets a phone call.

And he takes off before you guys get there.

- Could be a coincidence. - No.

There's a rat on this ship, and it's a big one.

Look. This wasn't a rag merchant you morons boosted.

It was the U.S. Treasury Department.

I told you already. We were going to meet some friends...

and we went to the wrong warehouse.

Hey, Flanagan, we got a couple of wise guys playing brain dead.

How can you tell?

Now who looks stupid? Us, or the guys who lost two undercover cops?

You guys know what you're looking at? Hmm? Twenty years.

Funny, that's what Dean Clark is looking at.

Must have been a real disappointment for you fellas.

You know what gets me up in the morning?

The chance of putting Joey Melino away forever.

So, you guys can wisecrack all you want.

This time I win.

- The game's not over yet. [Clicks Tongue] - [Knocking]

[Flanagan] You can't be serious.

Melino's lawyer is in Judge Drake's chambers.

Apparently somebody forgot to read these gentlemen their rights.

- What? - Whoops.

- [Flanagan] Cut 'em loose. - Cut 'em loose?

You heard me.

[Makes Buzzer Sound] Looks like this time you lose.

Well, I ran a diagnostic. There's definitely a circuit chip missing.

But isn't there any way of determining...

what sort of information was stored on it?

Uh, it's impossible to know what was on it...

and more specifically what's not.

Nothing's impossible.

Keep working.

So, what happened at the warehouse?

The friend of a friend who set it up-

turns out he had a parole violation.

So he's playing both ends against the middle...

so he wouldn't have to go back to stir.

Look. I know things didn't turn out 100%...

but we got enough paper to make the score.

And the friend of a friend?

Let's just say that he won't be talking to anyone anymore.

And I'm mailing his wife a little present.

Is that a tongue?

Look. The paper we got, it's good.

So everything is gonna be okay.

I'm counting on it.

- Uh, Bobby. - Yeah.

- I got you something too. - What, the guy's brains?

[Chuckles] Something better.

A little congrats for getting out of jail.

That is your drink, right?

Can you believe this guy?

- Thanks. - Don't mention it.

[Mr. Parker] All the panels in all the blue boxes...

contain sensitive information.

It could jeopardize the operations if they fall into the wrong hands.

Lyle obviously knew that he could get a price for one of these panels.

Set himself up, make a move back into the Centre.

That's why this time he has to be dealt with with finality.

The situation has to be cleaned, but has to be played close to the vest.

You want me to set it up?

Daddy...

I'm not an assassin.

I'm sure you'll do the right thing.

It's taken a lot of maneuvering to rebuild my position here...

and Lyle's appearance makes me look inefficient.

- Daddy- - Angel...

it's about us protecting each other.

You don't protect me...

I can't protect you.

[Sighs]

I'm goin' home and finish my present.

[Sniffs] I'll see you in the morning.

Later.

- Hey, Nicky, gimme a ride home, will ya? - Can I get you something else?

I'll have a vodka rocks if you'll join me.

Twist my arm.

- Let me get it. - No, no, not that. Joey waters it down.

- I keep the good stuff back in the freezer. - Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Uh, no, thank you. I will pass.

I don't wanna drink anything that comes from a place where, you know, a cop died.

What are you talking about?

Joey told me how they whacked that RICO cop in the deep-freeze.

Oh, my God.

You didn't know.

That was the nightJoey had me shut the place down early.

l-I just thought-

I had no idea they killed someone.

What about Dean Clark? You know that undercover cop...

that was charged with the murder of Les Knight?

Was he here that night?

He was in the bar. He was drinking gin with Bobby.

Hell, he was so hammered, they had to carry him out of here.

You okay?

I'm just pulling my head out of the sand.

One cop is dead. An innocent one is going to be executed for it.

Hell, how did I get here?

And how do I get out?

Central Records, please.

Mmm.

Yes, this is Officer 557 E.

I'd like to get a copy of all requests made in the last two days...

for a rap sheet on oneJarod Puzo.

Yes, I'll hold.

Hmm.

Who?

Thank you. That's all the information I need.

You can't take it all. I need change for the customers.

Keep talking, Faye. Your head will wind up on the wall next to your Hawaiian shot.

Geez, I don't believe this.

- What'd you say? - Hey, Joey, Joey!

The customers.

You want the money to keep coming in this place, now don't ya?

Where's Bobby?

He ain't coming in today. He's married to the toilet.

Something he drank.

Lush. And I'm supposed to be across town.

- I could make the delivery for ya. - [Scoffs]

You don't wanna be late with the gift.

All right. Just make sure you're there by 10:00.

Not a problem.

I don't wanna get a phone call.

Evening, Mr. Flanagan.

Where's Bobby?

Plumbing problems.

You're the wiseass from the interview room.

First impressions can be so misguided.

You tellJoey if he wants our arrangement to continue...

I'm gonna need more money.

There are people who have to be paid.

- I understand. - Good.

Just make sure you do.

No doubt about it.

And make sure that Broots stays focused on finding Jarod.

You know how he is. Living proof of what happens when A.D.D. goes undiagnosed.

What did he ask you to do?

I tell Broots what to do.

- Your father. - It doesn't matter.

I don't believe you, Parker.

Lyle shows up, and suddenly you're a Cleaner again for onejob.

What did your father ask you to do?

- He wants me to handle the situation. - To kill him?

Lyle has coming whatever he has coming.

You sound like you actually believe it.

- I do. - [Cell Phone Ringing]

- [Ring] - What?

Oh. What's the name of it?

Lyle's been located at a hotel in Providence.

What are you going to do about it, Parker?

- I'm going to handle the situation. - And then?

And then I'm gonna go home and sleep like a baby.

[Tapping]

Check.

Mate.

I warned you.

[Laughs]

- That seat's taken. - Eugene Clark.

- Maybe. - I'm a friend of Dean's.

You're a wiseguy.

And you got some nerve coming here like this.

I think it's against the law to hit a federal agent.

Federal agent? You work with Dean?

No. But I know he respects you...

and would never do anything to hurt you.

Look. I'm not a father.

But I am a son, and I know the feelings that a son has...

wanting to grow up like his father...

wanting to make him proud.

I used to think that was Dean.

For the last three months, I've been racking my brain wondering where I went wrong.

You did the best you could.

- I gotta go. - Mr. Clark.

Dean is a good cop.

Don't give up on him.

[Miss Parker] Lyle's been located at a hotel in Providence.

[Sydney] What are you going to do about it, Parker?

What are you going to do about it?

[Mr. Parker] This time he has to be dealt with with finality.

[Sydney] What are you going to do about it?

[Miss Parker] I'm not an assassin.

[Mr. Parker] This time he has to be dealt with with finality.

With finality. Finality.

With finality. Finality.

[Sydney] What are you going to do about it?

- I'm not an assassin. - [Mr. Parker] I'm sure you'll do the right thing.

I'm sure you'll do the right thing.

[Phone Ringing]

- Yes? - [Mr. Lyle] So close and yet so far.

That's become somewhat of an anthem for you, hasn't it?

- Mr. Lyle. - Don't be disappointed, Miss Parker.

If you can't catch Jarod, what chance do you think you have with me?

You sound like you're catching a cold. It must be dark and wet where you are.

- A temporary condition. - We want the computer chip.

I can't do that. Not if I want to keep the rest of my appendages.

If you'll excuse me, I've got a rendezvous with a very anxious buyer.

$20 million, Miss Parker.

God bless the American dream.

[Click, Dial Tone]

You left something behind.

[Dial Tone]

[Beeping]

[Line Ringing]

[Man] You have reached Hillman Marine.

At the present, no one is available to take your call.

Our normal business hours are from-

[Ringing]

- [Beeps] - Broots.

[Speakerphone: Miss Parker] You ever heard of a place called Hillman?

Oh, yeah, it's in Connecticut. It's where the Centre's data backup warehouse is located.

- The what? - Uh, every Friday night at 11:59 p. m...

all the Centre mainframes from across the country do this mass computer backup...

into this giant system from their blue boxes.

Blue boxes.

[Whispering] Do you think Lyle's trying to infiltrate the warehouse?

Can you think of a reason why he would?

- It's how he could decrypt it. - What are you talking about?

The semiconductor panel he stole is encrypted.

The code's impossible to break, but if he were able...

to input this panel into the warehouse mainframe...

at 11:59 p. m...

on F-

Tonight! Tonight, when the backup occurs...

it will automatically decrypt whatever information is on it.

Which is how he gets 20 million for it.

20 million?

Man, crime does pay.

All right, listen. Is it located by a river, a lake, the ocean, something like that?

- A river, yeah. - He rented a boat.

He does his business. He runs out to the pier.

- He escapes in a boat. - Unless-

Unless I make sure he doesn't.

Plates came in. They're being delivered this afternoon.

Excellent. Have them sent here.

- Here? - Yeah.

What, nobody's gonna be surprised when we shut this dump down.

We'll print the money here, and we'll torch the place.

What about Faye?

We can't leave any witnesses, can we?

[Foghorn Sounds In Distance]

Midnight stroll?

- How'd you find me? - I hit "redial."

[Laughs] It is always the simplest thing, isn't it?

The chip.

You know, $20 million...

- split two ways is- - [Safety Clicks]

apparently out of the question.

Why follow Jarod if this is what you wanted?

That was to pay off a debt.

Jarod is to win friends and influence people.

I bring him in, all's forgiven.

The Centre welcome mat's been yanked for you, cowboy.

We'll see.

So they sent you to clean up.

- You really gonna kill me? - That's up to you.

Then why are you still talking about it?

[Sniffs] Not as easy as it looks, is it?

You know why you don't wanna kill me?

Because you are me.

It's a natural desire for people like us to dominate and define.

You and I have nothing in common.

We-

We both recognize...

that this notion of human equality...

just perpetuates mediocrity.

But we're not mediocre.

Are we, Miss Parker?

We're independent.

And independence, it's a privilege of the strong.

Tell me, Miss Parker. How strong are you?

Strong enough.

- How strong are you? - Test me.

Nice working with you.

[Gunshot]

[Cell Phone Ringing]

[Ringing]

- Yeah. - [Faye] Mr. Flanagan?

- I own a restaurant called Jax. - How did you get this number?

Some friends of yours are over there now, setting you up to take a big fall.

I hope you remember this call if I need help in the future.

- [Cell Phone Ringing] - Yeah.

[Faye] There were some cops hanging around the bar.

- Cops? - I overheard one say...

Flanagan was gonna set you up for a big fall tonight.

I thought you should know.

[Phone Beeps]

[Mumbles]

- [Mumbles] - What the hell is this?

[Yells]

[Pool Balls Clatter]

[Exhales]

[Clicks]

Turn around slowly and put your piece on the pool table.

So, what the hell is Martinizing?

And why do you gotta pay extra for it anyway?

- What is this? - I just thought you'd like to see...

how Les Knight looked after you had Joey kill him.

- Who are you? - Turn around and walk.

- Get in there. - Hey! Hey!

You're a dead man, Jarod! You hear me? You're dead!

Oh, you need to chill out.

Ow!

Looks a little cramped in there.

Imagine how Dean Clark must feel in his cell.

You're RICO. Did you know about this?

- What do you think? - Well, the truth is...

I'm not really a cop or a mobster.

It's sort of complicated.

Now, each of you is responsible for the murder of Les Knight.

So I thought it would be really neat...

if you felt like he felt.

[Beeping]

Listen, Jarod. It wasn't my idea to bump off that-

Shut up, Joey. Shut up!

Les Knight found out about Flanagan, and Flanagan bumped him off.

[Flanagan] Yeah, and you dumped the body, and then you framed Dean Clark.

Listen, Jarod. I'll give you anything you want.

Actually, you've just given me everything I need.

Jarod, please, you just- you can't leave me in here to die.

It doesn't really matter if you freeze...

or you suffocate.

Like you say, Joey...

"Dead is dead."

- Hey, let us out! - Jarod, no!

- You're dead! - Open this door!

Jarod, don't do it!

[Indistinct Yelling]

I don't wanna suffocate in here. No, Jarod, please.!

Please, no, no.!

It's a mess, Miss Parker. No head, one of his arms...

both his legs are missing.

I'm guessing he got chewed up by a prop of a rather large boat.

But it's him. Thumbs give it away.

[Sydney] Mr. Lyle.

He pulled a gun on you. He made the choice for you.

- I'll see you later. - Miss Parker.

- Will you be all right? - I'm just tired, Syd.

I'm gonna go home to bed, and I have a feeling I am gonna sleep like a baby.

[Ship's Horn Blows]

I, uh- [Clears Throat]

I downloaded what was on that semiconductor chip...

before Raines had it confiscated.

It contained codes.

It's a computer chip, Broots.

No, no, no. I don't think you understand.

It contained genetic codes.

Genetic codes?

- Yeah. - For what?

I think the appropriate question would be "For whom?"

- And? - I'm not a geneticist.

I just can't help but wonder if it's-

Has something to do with Jarod.

Ah. How's my angel?

There were genetic codes on that stolen panel.

Oh, don't worry about that. That's not important.

Important enough to have me kill a man.

Why, he's the enemy. You did the right thing.

For who?

[Sniffs] Ah, smell that clean air, boy.

You can't have too much of that in this life.

Get some rest, angel. You look like hell.

It's a joke. [Laughs]

[Jarod] After you testify in court...

and all this blows over...

send me a postcard from Hawaii.

[Chuckles] Hawaii?

I don't even have enough money to get toJersey.

You do now.

Where did this come from?

Joey's private account. All the money he took from you.

Plus interest.

Oh. Who are you really?

[Sighs]

An artist.