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[speaking Italian]

Sprechen Sie English, will ya?

This little cafe place just opened up around the corner.

No caramel blendeds, no half decafs.

Just a little guy named Giampaulo who makes solo espresso.

You're awfully perky this a.m.

Garret's back!

A sweet Indian summer has settled over the city.

It's one of those mornings you wake up knowing it's gonna be a great day.

Not for everybody, apparently.

Point taken. What's his story?

Traveling salesman. Found him parked in a rental car,

still clutching his half-eaten chicken sandwich.

He probably just choked on it.

Yeah, probably.

-Except? -Hmm?

Come on, Jordan, just say it. Except...

There's a slight ligature mark on his neck,

which could indicate strangulation.

Or maybe his collar's just a little too tight.

Yeah.

Grazie.

Prego.

[door jamming]

It's 3-7-2-7-pound.

Remember?

Dr. Slocum just thought it would be easier...

[speaking Italian]

Espresso, signore.

[speaking Italian]

Merci.

Look, I know you don't want to make a big deal.

So we canceled the funk band and the go-go dancers,

but I honestly cannot express to you

how happy we all are to have you back.

[Lily sighs deeply]

Thanks.

Lily, call maintenance, will you?

I want all punch code door locks

gone from this morgue by the end of the day.

One Bram Rittenour from Buffalo, New York.

Chamber of Commerce, Traveling Sales Association.

Ooh, Carpet Salesman of the Year, 1989.

Is there anything sadder than being Carpet Salesman of the Year?

How about still carrying the card in your wallet 16 years later?

Poor Bram. A victim of his own lunch.

[chuckles] You know, it's statements like those that truly reveal

your limited grasp of scientific method.

Excuse me?

Prejudging on insufficient data.

Ligature mark on his neck.

Strangulation is a strong possibility.

But there's no signs of a struggle.

Yeah, well, there never is if it's done right.

[Nigel] One contact lens, tinted blue.

He must have lost the other one and put his glasses on.

This guy is a middle-aged salesman from Buffalo.

What good are blue eyes gonna do him?

Guys, Mrs. Rittenour just arrived.

If it's all right, she'd like to have a moment alone with her husband.

Yes, of course.

Uh... [clears throat]

I'm sorry for your loss.

Sorry.

That's it, I am definitely getting tinted contacts, like, today.

You guys are so cynical.

Just because a lady has a nice figure

does not make her immune to falling in love.

Did you hear about this?

Some biker's been leading four cruisers

on a pursuit for the last two hours out in Reading.

God, why do I feel like I'm looking at my next call?

[Bug] I'm on it. I owe you from Thursday, remember?

Traffic is a mess out there, too.

There's some sort of world economic thing

going on at Chancellor Square all week.

Is anyone making toast?

Tell you what, if it ends vehicular, I got it.

If it's gunshot, he's yours.

I'll take him. I could use a long drive.

[chattering on TV]

First day. He was just getting his morgue legs back.

I hear he's writing a novel.

Yeah, I wouldn't mention that.

Why does it smell like toast?

[fire alarm ringing]

Call 911. Now.

It's coming from Trace!

-My God! -Hey!

What's wrong with the sprinklers?

Stay away from me!

Put down the blowtorch!

They'll find me. I can't go to jail.

[Jordan] Who? What are you talking about?

They'll find me. They'll kill me.

No, no one's gonna hurt you, okay?

Get down from there and we'll talk. I promise.

No one's gonna hurt you!

Step down from the window and talk to me!

Get down from there and we'll talk, okay?

It doesn't even matter.

I'm already dead.

[theme music playing]

[Bug] Oh, this is sad.

She didn't want to do this. Someone was forcing her.

Yeah, well, whoever it was, they knew what they were doing.

She dowsed the body with industrial methylbenzene. Very pro.

Bug, what do we got?

Uh, jumper. Morgue. Fire.

We ID the body yet?

No, Jordan was just about to...

I'll see what I can find out.

So this is the deal now? We're just gonna pretend we don't know each other?

What? Us?

Yeah.

Jordan, I don't know what kind of problems you have,

but I seriously suggest that you get over them and move on with your life.

-I'm great. I'm fine. -Really?

Yeah! Never been better.

I'm five days into this total vegetable juice fast.

Lifting weights, working out. Getting all the toxins out of my system.

Wide open to a whole new world of possibilities.

-[cell phone ringing] -Excuse me. This is Hoyt.

Yeah, I'm here.

Wow, that was weird.

Yeah, so is this.

It turns out our grieving widow

was an employee of the Montecito Resort & Casino.

In Las Vegas?

[cell phone dialing]

Hello, hi. Uh, Danny McCoy, please.

Could you tell him it's Dr. Jordan Cavanaugh calling?

[policeman] We'd been chasing the guy for hours.

I mean, that bike could go.

I mean, he clocked in at over 95.

Then all of a sudden, he stops and dismounts.

Now, no one fired a shot, I swear.

-I mean, we all drew our weapons, but-- -Relax.

If no one fired, there won't be any holes in him.

Just tell me what happened.

He was having trouble breathing.

He raised his hands, he dropped to his knees, and then...

He just fell back and died.

Anything else?

Yeah, he said something just before he closed his eyes.

"Good ride."

Kind of smiled when he said it.

[knocking on door]

One phone call, you just hop on a plane?

Nice jammies!

Yeah. Ducks. Thanks.

I would have pegged you for the extra-large T-shirt type.

Oh, no. No, ducks. [quacks] Yeah.

It's very nice. Not what I expected, but...

Nice.

You didn't just come all this way to check out my ducks.

No.

That photo you e-mailed me of Bram Rittenour.

Don't tell me, he's not really a mild-mannered carpet salesman from Buffalo?

[Danny] Our facial recognition software

matched the photo you sent to this.

Video surveillance footage of Rittenour,

or whoever he really is, meeting with Jimmy Ning

10 days ago at the Jacaranda.

Who's Jimmy Ning?

The worst bad guy in Vegas.

And as a sideline, Ning's been known

to finance some pretty spectacular heists.

Usually involving gems or fine art.

So Rittenour meets with Ning in Vegas,

and then a week and a half later, he's dead in Boston.

Which leads us to...

Bridgette Sparks. A Montecito showgirl.

One night, she stole 40 grand from Ning's house,

and the next day, she was gone.

We all thought she was buried in the desert somewhere,

just like everyone else who crosses Ning.

Okay, but she runs off to Boston.

Where Ning finds her and makes her a deal.

Set a corpse on fire to hide evidence of a murder.

Yes. So all roads lead to Ning.

And Ed Deline would like to assist in any way possible

to get Ning out of Vegas and into a nice, cozy correctional facility.

And thus Danny McCoy at my door.

You guys got a detective assigned to the case?

Yeah. We sure do.

Traffic out there is a bitch.

It's that global conference thing over at Chancellor Square.

Danny McCoy.

-Woody! -Hey!

What are you doing in Boston?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

-This is not about that jumper from Vegas. -Yeah,

looks like we're working together once again, my friend.

No, not together. Me police, you un-police.

Thanks for the offer, but I got this one.

I thought we cleared up all this territorial crap last year.

Let me guess, big, bad, scary Ed Deline

called up the chief and screamed down his neck.

No, big, bad, scary Ed called the commissioner

who called the chief, who called your captain.

Believe it or not, Danny,

the Boston P.D. is not at the beck and call of some casino boss.

And while you may be very capable

when it comes to tossing drunks out of buffet lines,

this here about real police work.

-As in badge. -[cell phone rings]

As in-- Hold on a second. I got to take this.

Hello?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. I'm... I'm with him right now.

Very well, sir.

After you.

Okay.

John Doe, formerly known as Bram.

His ID was bogus?

Yeah, no big surprise. Hey, how far did you get before the fire?

Well, we just started removing the clothes,

but we got shoes, wallet, spectacles, and contacts.

They smell like accelerant.

No, we definitely removed those before Lily and the widow entered the room.

Well...

So is Danny McCoy of any help?

Yeah, yeah, he stopped by last night.

Seems pretty convinced that this thing has roots in Vegas.

Stopped by?

As in...

"Just in the neighborhood" kind of a thing?

Run this through the gas chromatograph, would you, please?

Hey, Nige, what's up?

Hey.

Hey! Get those ducks back to sleep last night?

Yeah, read 'em a bedtime story and they conked out pretty fast.

Hey, guys! Have a look-see.

There's aircraft fuel on the bottom of his shoes.

So the phenylenediamine is an antioxidant.

The alkylaminophosphate is a corrosive inhibitor.

You know, different airports require specific additives depending on their locations.

So he was recently at an airport.

Yeah, specifically, Barnstable.

Due to the proximity of the ocean, it's the only one

in the Greater Boston area that requires both.

I cannot find a single living relative for Graydon Holt.

That's because he landed on the planet five-and-a-half years ago.

Social and license were both issued on the same day.

-He changed his name? -Mmm.

I ran dental X-rays. Looks like we got a hit.

Graydon Nicholas III.

I can't believe that that's the same guy.

Patent attorney, worked at his father's law firm in St. Paul, Minnesota.

Reported missing five and a half years ago.

How did that guy turn into that guy?

Better contact his family.

-[Macy] Can I help you? -Whoa.

We're here for Graydon's body.

Wait! He's scheduled for autopsy.

That won't be necessary, chief, we got it.

You can't do this. Wait a minute, you're breaking the law--

Look, I don't wanna hurt you.

We're taking Graydon, so just step out of the way.

[Jordan] And we know this is the right hangar because...

The airport manager said she rented it out a month ago.

Four guys have been going in and out every day since.

Funny thing... They don't own an airplane.

-I'll go around back. -I'm with you.

[Jordan] We'll get our kits!

Use channel three. I'm in first!

Police, open up!

Go ahead, Danny.

You wanna break the door down using your Kung Fu or something?

Hey! Hey, hey!

Get in a lot of trouble for that.

10-57. Situation under control.

Oh, oh, oh, oh. Biometric laser security, man.

They're gonna know we were here.

No prob. I'll leave them a business card.

Four of them, all right.

And they are thinking large.

Definitely looks like a heist is in the works.

Look at this. 7:45, 7:50, 8:00. They're timing it out.

Looks like it was going down tomorrow night.

I got plane tickets leaving for Los Angeles, New York, Montreal.

All leaving Boston at midnight tomorrow.

What you got in there, Jordan?

Not much.

Except for the bodies.

No hemorrhaging at the wounds.

Ditto.

I got a double tap to the cranium,

large caliber at close range.

Again, ditto.

[Jordan] So they're executed, then hacked post-mortem, probably for disposal.

I'll keep checking the bags. Maybe the killer left some DNA.

I got IDs.

Okay, the older chap is an Al Bergman.

He worked at a place called Ipolita's, in Chancellor Square.

And then the other guy is a Sal Lupini.

Who was employed by a McSoiley's Pub out in Southie.

I see no arrests, no warrants.

Upstanding citizens, both.

[Bug] Hello, hello, hello, hello.

[Jordan] Oh, you got something?

A blue contact lens.

Any news on the mysterious Mr. Doe?

Guy's face is like an Easter egg hunt.

Two cheek implants and an artificial bridge to the nose.

Whoever he was, he worked really hard to become a nobody.

Well, I've run dental and DNA. No hits on either.

Bug had it right the first time.

Guy wasn't murdered. He really did just choke on his chicken.

Okay, John Doe kills Al. Kills Sal.

Hacks up their bodies and stores them in a hangar.

Why? What do they all have in common?

Their names rhyme?

-I'm just saying. -Yeah, that's it, genius.

The next victim should be named Cal.

Where's Jimmy Ning?

John Doe chokes and gets lit up by our showgirl.

Jimmy Ning should be on the board.

This is a board for facts, Vegas boy,

-not speculation. -Ning sent in the showgirl.

-He should be on the board. -Maybe, possibly.

Just not a fact.

John Doe met with Ning in Vegas a week and a half ago.

-Whose side are you on here? -Mine.

No, it's not about sides, Woody.

For the love of Buddha, people,

would it kill you to write Ning on the board?

Not in green. Sal Lupini's in green. It implies a connection.

-Maybe you'd prefer to do this yourself. -Yeah, I would.

Jimmy Ning

sets a plan in motion to culminate tomorrow night.

Some kind of a heist.

Probably involving gems or fine art.

Speculation.

What, you think they're planning a clam dig?

Oh, children, children, look.

Is there one thing that we can all agree on? Anyone?

Yes, the lady in the back. And not you.

Doe's ID. Discovering his identity is key.

Yes, good. Go with that.

Okay, well, someone went to the trouble of torching a body...

Who choked to death on a chicken salad sandwich.

Which tells us one true thing.

It's not about what he did.

It is about who he is.

[knocking on door]

I just spoke with Graydon Nicholas' parents.

They'll be on the next flight in from St. Paul.

-Okay. -Course, they were

anxious to know the cause of death.

Nothing yet. I've rescheduled autopsy for tomorrow.

Why?

I'm Chief M.E., Lily. I don't need a reason.

They'll be in the office first thing in the morning.

The poor people haven't heard from their son

since the day he disappeared.

I don't know what was more upsetting.

Finding out that he was dead

or realizing that he had been alive all of this time.

He isn't here.

-What? -Some guys came and took him, and...

I'll get him back.

Garret! You have to report this.

Two days on the job, and I lose a body

after having all of Slocum's security locks removed is...

I'll... I'll get him back.

[loud rock music playing]

If you're here to pay your respects,

I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

The body of Graydon Nicholas is the property

of the State of Massachusetts, and like it or not,

he's gonna be autopsied and buried according to the wishes of his family.

Look around. This is his family.

And come daylight,

we're gonna bury him according to his own damn wishes.

You want me to call the cops?

Yeah, come on. Tell 'em to bring it on big.

There's a lot of bikers here

who ain't gonna give him up easy.

I'll let them know.

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just... Just, whoa.

You do this now, and a lot of people are gonna get hurt.

Come on, just let us have this one night.

One night so that we can honor our friend.

I'll bring the body back first thing in the morning.

You have my word.

Hey, look. You know, some men, they're pushed onto the wrong path in life.

Till one day, they wake up, and they ask,

"How did I get here?" You know what I'm sayin'?

Graydon might have been raised a lawyer,

but he died a biker. Man?

He made that choice.

I'm asking you to respect that.

I want him back in my morgue

the first thing tomorrow morning.

First thing tomorrow morning, right.

All right. Hey...

You wanna know something about Graydon?

Take a look at that. Found it with his stuff.

[Danny] I appreciate your help, sir, thank you.

-Hey. -Hey, I didn't even know you were still here.

I was just thinking about one of our vics.

Sal Lupini, working at McSoiley's Pub.

Yeah, I kind of bumped on that, too.

I just spoke with the manager,

and he said he was renting his green card.

Real name was Juan Floravista.

-Illegal. -Yeah.

Anything else?

Just that he had a second job working for his cousins.

So can I give you a lift?

Thanks. I've got a car.

Can I give you a lift to your car?

It's right outside.

Okay.

Yeah, I should probably get back to the hotel.

Yeah, yeah, you know, we probably shouldn't...

No, probably not.

[elevator dings]

On the other hand, it's kind of a nice night for a drive.

When you said go for a drive, I was thinking,

Margaritas, a live band, maybe, I don't know,

throwing a mattress in the back of the El Camino.

Hold that thought.

Look, we know that John Doe was in the back of that truck.

There's got to be a trace in there that can tell us who he is.

There were two officers stationed outside that door earlier this afternoon.

This is supposed to be a preserved crime scene.

-Wait here. -No.

-What do you mean, no? -Well, why should I wait?

Because you're the boy and I'm the girl?

Because I'm the boy, and I said to wait.

-Now wait right here, please. -Are you kidding?

Jordan, please, just wait.

Wait.

He always gets to be the boy.

[lights clang on]

[Danny] Did you see their badges?

Just answer the question. Did you see their stinkin' badges?

Not a print to be found.

And all that equipment packed up in a heartbeat.

All right, that was one of the unis on watch.

Three males, Caucasian, 30s,

flashed badges saying they were with CSU.

Relieved the officers of their posts.

These guys have cojones.

[Nigel] Guys...

What do you got?

A very cool program, actually.

Not quite legal, but it's effective, nonetheless.

It tracks incoming calls back to their cell tower.

Now, 17 of the last calls made to this location

were from Las Vegas.

Listed to a...

Duxos Industries.

Jimmy Ning's shell company.

I been telling you all along

this whole thing's been coming from Vegas, haven't I?

This guy's gonna mess with my town?

Torch a morgue, stage some heist from 2,000 miles away?

Well, I'm bringing it to him.

So, what, you're just gonna drop everything and jump on a plane?

Plane, train, I'll parachute in if I have to.

I'm going to Vegas.

Samantha Marquez.

Hey, Woody.

Girl, you look amazing.

Walk with me. I had my security guys put a file together.

Everything you've ever wanted to know about Jimmy Ning.

See this? He left China 10 years ago

with $20 million in stolen bonds.

They've been trying to get him back ever since

-to stand trial for treason. -No luck?

No, but I hear the Chinese ambassador has been working overtime

to make a deal for his extradition.

Any idea what he was up to out in Boston?

No, but if I were you, I'd station armed militia

around every gem dealer and art museum in town.

As you know, the Montecito would be eternally grateful to see Ning behind bars.

So if there's anything I can do to help.

Just get me in the man's face.

Mr. Nicholas just called from the airport Holiday Inn.

I told him we needed a few more hours.

Garret, this has gone on long enough.

-If a body is missing-- -I found him.

You did? Where is he?

Maybe where he belongs.

Garret, you're not making any sense.

A man grows up and becomes an attorney,

then one day he decides he's not that person anymore. Why?

Because he made a choice.

Maybe not a choice you or I can understand, but a choice.

He didn't just drift through.

He didn't stay a doctor because that's what his parents wanted.

He looked in the mirror and chose his own destiny.

You mean lawyer.

A lawyer, that's what I said.

You said "doctor."

Okay, I have one trick yet up my sleeve.

3D laser scan of John Doe's skull.

Now, the program rebuilds his facial construction,

approximating what the man would have looked like...

Before he had all that plastic surgery.

With each new line of data, it runs a comparison

against every photo on the NCIC.

You keep working on Doe. I'm gonna go back to our two vics.

There's got to be something that connects those two.

Hey! How's it going?

Dr. M., there's some friends of yours here to see you.

Come with me.

You said first thing in the morning. It's 20 minutes after 3:00.

The biker's morning.

It's kind of like watching a fire.

You know, you really don't have to hang around

just to sit here staring at the screen.

Yeah, you're right. I could be at home, staring at another screen.

In the morning, you guys.

-Yeah. -See you, Bug.

But one of our vics, Juan Floravista?

There's definitely something up with his hair.

Like he was working around strong chemicals.

Now, if I run it through the ICP-MS...

[Danny] White phosphorous.

Not something you expect to find in your average pub.

Irish or otherwise.

You only find it at dry cleaners.

Well, the manager at the pub said that he worked a second job.

For some cousin somewhere.

Flora Vista Cleaners? Chancellor Square?

Which is where our other vic worked at a restaurant.

Isn't that where that summit's going on?

Yeah, World Economic Forum. Twenty-two countries, four days.

Security would be tight. No one in or out,

except for employees with security clearance.

Chancellor Square, ladies and gentlemen.

Courtesy of the Boston Zoning Commission database.

Let's see, 30 shops, banks, jewelry stores, hotels,

all connected by subterranean corridors and kitchens.

The basement.

That's the blueprint that was tacked to the wall at the hangar.

Whatever Ning's up to, it's happening at Chancellor Square.

And it's happening tonight.

[Mr. Nicholas] He was a very difficult teen.

Always sneaking out and riding those damn motorcycles.

I can't tell you how humiliating this has been.

To raise a son,

push him along through law school,

and then discover his entire disappearance was a hoax.

Your son died of a cerebral colloid cyst.

Medical records show he was diagnosed a little over six years ago.

Six years?

You're telling me he was diagnosed before he left St. Paul?

He never said a word.

Well, he knew it was inoperable, and he knew it would be fatal.

So he made a choice.

To take the time he had left

and live a life he loved.

Being in a gang and riding motorcycles

and running from the police?

Well, um...

It's been a long day.

I'm sure you're both anxious to...

Start the arrangements to transport his body.

That's not a very good idea.

You see, Graydon left a will.

On toilet paper?

Written in a bathroom stall in a biker bar

under the influence of a great deal of tequila, so it states.

In it, he specifies how he wanted his remains to be laid to rest,

and it wasn't in the family plot.

I don't care what it says on some roll of toilet paper!

My son will be buried as we see fit!

This would never hold up in court!

But, you see, you're not in court.

You're in a morgue. You're in my morgue.

What Dr. Macy means to say is that... I think--

Graydon knew he was gonna die.

He chose how he wanted to be remembered.

And I, for one, intend to respect that.

You've come a long way. Why not find out who your son really was?

I'm telling you, I love this town.

I'm glad to see they haven't changed the dress code.

Look how small these bathing suits are.

-Vegas is Vegas. -That's what I love about it!

The weather, the women.

Did I mention the women?

You are just bouncing off the walls today.

Vegetable juice, Sam. Nothing but 100% pure vegetable juice

for the last seven days. I've never had so much energy.

You sure we're gonna find him here?

It's his usual spot.

Jimmy Ning likes to do his business poolside.

There he is. 12:00.

Hmm, that's interesting.

One of his bodyguards used to hang out at the Montecito pools.

-Really? -Yeah, he's a real charmer.

You know, the kind who beat up his girlfriend for the exercise.

He doesn't look like that bad of a guy.

Maybe you could, you know,

go up, get caught up with him.

Yeah.

[woman whooping]

Mr. Ning, hi. Could I have a moment of your time?

-Not unless you got a badge. -Actually, I do.

It's from the Boston Police Department.

Come on, home of the 2004 World Series champs!

[Ning] I was there once, many years ago.

-It's too cold. -We know what you're planning

out at that airport hangar,

and we're not gonna let you get away with it.

If you had any dirt on me, you would be reading me Miranda, right?

You're right, I am way out of my jurisdiction.

Out here, I'm not even a cop.

You're right.

Out here, you're just another mook in Vegas.

[speaking other language]

Please tell me that was worth it.

He's got an office at the Viceroy, Suite 1900.

[Sam chuckling]

Where do you even get a thing like that?

-I know a guy. -Who knows a guy.

What are we looking for?

I'll know when we find it, but let's find it fast.

I don't want to end up a skeleton buried under some cactus,

with cute little wolf pups gnawing at my bones.

There are no wolves in the desert. There are coyotes, though.

We know from his calls that Ning was conducting

all of his business in Boston from this room.

Hey...

Are you sure this was the only shirt

that was available in the entire gift shop?

It's the only one I saw.

[chuckles]

Oh!

-Jackpot. -What is it?

What is it? What is it?

It's a computer flash drive.

Let's go find out what's on it.

Now, can you just take this without a warrant?

Not as a cop, but out here,

I'm just another mook in Vegas.

Sweet bullocks of Borneo.

So where do we start?

Protesters' signs are in Chinese.

-I'm gonna check it out. -Okay.

[protesters chanting]

Nige?

John Doe is Jukka Johannsen.

-Who? -I googled him.

He's the highest-paid hit man in the business.

He's a legend of the trade.

You're telling me that Ning hired a hit man?

Apparently he's supposed to have died back in '98,

but merely transformed himself into a mild-mannered carpet salesman.

If Ning hired a hit man, then this was never really about a heist.

No, no, no. This is about a hit.

You call P.D. and FBI. I'll try to notify somebody here on the ground.

The Ambassador of China is here.

He just finished giving a speech.

He's the target, Danny.

China wants to extradite Jimmy Ning.

The Ambassador's been leading the charge.

They're going to assassinate the Ambassador of China.

Anything you can find, Nige, as fast as you can find it.

We got to tell Secret Service, Danny.

The Ambassador just left the stage,

he just left the room. This is going down now.

-Danny-- -If we tap some agent on the shoulder

and say, "assassination," we're gonna be hauled off and questioned for two days.

-We got to get inside. -Yeah.

According to the official schedule,

the ambassador is to attend a dinner at 8:00

at Ipolita's restaurant on the opposite end of the block.

So undoubtedly, they're gonna be

transporting him through the basement corridors.

It's 8:04 now. How the hell do we get in there?

There's one access point halfway up the north side of the block.

It's a narrow stairwell.

Go down one flight, through the boiler room, up one flight.

You'll be in Ipolita's kitchen.

Why isn't there a uniform posted at this entrance?

The surveillance camera's been disabled.

[Danny] They killed a guard!

[cries out]

[gun fires]

Secret Service, freeze! Hands in the air!

Nice.

Thanks.

Yeah!

-Mr. Ning. -Hello.

Looks like you're on quite a roll.

What can I say? I've always been lucky with the dice.

Good for you. I'm sure you'll be winning lots of cigarettes

-in the long years to come. -Jimmy Ning,

you're under arrest for the murder-for-hire of Juan Floravista

-and Al Bergman. -This is ridiculous!

You got nothing!

Except for the phone records, ledgers,

and money transfers to Boston.

A lot of material turned up in the search.

You searched my place without a warrant?

Actually, we did have a warrant based on your computer files.

Seems that one of your flash drives turned up

in Metro Lost and Found.

You really gotta be more careful where you leave your stuff.

Can I get you a drink?

Raw vegetable juice?

Ah, seven days is long enough.

I was thinking of something a little stronger.

[biker] "And when I see the reaper coming,

I will not stop to greet him.

Like a rabbit on the blacktop,

I will race him down the road.

For in my soul I am a hell hound,

and a hell hound I must die.

So won't you bury me with the hog I love,

in a place that I call home?"

* I have not come*

* Yeah*

* To testify*

* About our bad misfortune*

* I ain't here A-wonderin' why*

* But I'll live on*

* I'll be strong*

* 'Cause it just ain't My cross to bear*

[knocking on door]

I have to catch an early flight

so I thought I'd stop by and say good-bye to the ducks.

Or...sheep.

Lambs, technically.

They came three in a pack.

So what's on the third?

You'll just have to come back sometime and find out.

Or you could come to Vegas.

Now?

Just like that?

Yeah, they make these things,

these big metal rooms that sort of shoot across the sky.

You're in Boston one night and Vegas the next.

Too spontaneous, you know? It's just not me.

There's another plane tomorrow.

* I go my way alone*

* Free and easy Like a rollin' stone*

* I'm strictly on my own*

* Not the marryin' kind*

* I'm happy bein' free*

* No girl's gonna put A ring on me*

* That's how it's gotta be*

* I'm not the marryin' kind*

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