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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*

[theme music playing]