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How did she know we were here? It doesn't matter, Signore. She could know

game. Tim Fox has been a hostage for over a year. I'm not going to get his

brains blown out now.

He's like a father to me. Don't get him killed.

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Why does a couple having a baby always trade in the guy's most treasured

for a van?

Well, a baby needs a lot of logistical support.

Stroller, car seat, portable playpen, diaper bag.

Lots and lots of stuff.

Not enough for a baby or a regiment, Lieutenant.

I think a minivan sounds very sensible, Harriet.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Why do men get so attached to their cars?

I've had my book since I was a sophomore at San Diego. I rebuilt her from the

frame up.

I flipped a gazillion burgers to pay for it. She's got more great memories than

she does miles.

I even lost my... Your what?

Vet.

Somebody stole my vet last night.

Did you call the police?

I tried. I got more recordings than Sinatra.

Can't even believe she's gone. I had that car since I got my wings. Well, let

go, mate.

What do you mean, let it go?

Well, a classic Corvette's easy to trace. The buggers who snatched it are

probably chopping up the parts as we speak.

Sorry, hon.

Let's go.

Go, please.

A gazillion great memories, huh?

Burgers. A gazillion burgers, Harry.

Mr. Webb, sir.

Tyner, every time I turn away from this damn thing, a dog starts chewing it up.

That's a screensaver, sir.

Would you like me to change it, I don't know?

Please.

He's trying to remind me of the second half. I'll do it, Tyner.

We have to talk, and I'm time critical.

Nice you were. Hi, sir.

What the hell happened to you?

I got too close to a grenade.

So... You finally decided to join the Millennium and get computer literate. No

choice, sickness.

That I was the only flag officer in the Navy, not online.

Who threw the grenade?

A rather beautiful woman.

There's one thing I've always admired about SEALs, Admiral.

Just one?

Your code of never leaving a man behind.

In the company, we not only leave them behind, we deny ever knowing them.

Recognize her?

No. I assume she's the grenade tosser. Mm -hmm.

Teresa Marcello of the Red Brigades.

Italians eradicated La Brigata Rose at the same time the Berliners smashed the

wall. I never got Teresa.

She fled Italy and became a freelance terrorist.

Worked with everyone from Basque separatists to the IRA.

About a year ago, she returned to Italy and kidnapped this man.

I know him, Webb.

Or you wouldn't be here.

What's the game?

No game, A .J.

Tim Fox recruited me into the company.

Became my mentor.

Taught me everything he learned in 30 years.

He even told me about a thug op in Laos where he saved the life of a young SEAL

lieutenant back in 68.

Why didn't you ever tell me you knew Tim?

If I had, I'd have to tell you how I let him down the day he was kidnapped.

Did nothing.

Did worse than nothing.

I watched them drive away without even getting the license number.

Van was probably stolen license. Wouldn't have done you any good.

At least I would have done something.

You said that Teresa Marcello was freelancing her terrorism. Who'd she

Tim for?

The Bosnian Serbs.

They wanted to trade him for Cino Barsdick, who we snatched for war

company wouldn't trade?

We wouldn't even talk.

Tim was officially a cultural attaché with State. The company couldn't

acknowledge he was one of ours.

And State refused to negotiate with the Serbs because, in reality, he wasn't one

of theirs.

How do you people expect any loyalty?

Abandonment is the price we pay for getting caught. Tim wasn't caught

was kidnapped by a terrorist. I don't make policy, A .J., any more than you

I'm going to leave my friends behind, Webb.

That's why I'm here.

Two days ago, working without company authorization, I tried to effect a

rescue using Italian anti -terrorist police.

It failed.

Is Tim dead?

No.

He's still alive.

And I have a source who can locate him, but I need help.

I thought since Tim once saved your life... Tim Fox didn't save my life.

He saved my soul.

You think maybe Brumby was right?

No, Mick's having you on. Look, I'm sure the police can find your lost car.

It wasn't lost, Mick. It was stolen.

You're never going to get through. I tried for over...

My Jeep was jacked last June. Mario, it's Sarah McKenzie.

Sarah, you calling for that dinner?

Not yet.

Still don't trust yourself with an Italian, huh?

No, I still don't trust myself with men.

Mario, my partner, Lieutenant Commander Rabb's 68 Corvette was stolen last night

in front of his apartment between 7th and 8th.

Your partner's either rich or dumb if he parked a Corvette overnight on that

street. My apartment doesn't have a garage.

Moments like these are why I hate speaker phones.

Sorry.

Excuse me, Commander, but the Admiral wants to see you ate that.

Did your Corvette have a police tracking system?

No.

I thought it was too expensive.

Cheaper than buying another car.

Look, you know, maybe some kids took it for a joyride. It happens.

But a 68 Corvette's a carjacker's dream, Commander.

They get big money for it from a chop shop. The parts are worth more than the

car.

Um, it was a frame -off restoration, crimson red body, midnight

blue leather interior, chrome remus exhaust system, super punch airflow

P -Zero racing tires, balanced and blueprinted Chevy 350,

polished imported heads.

You asked me, sir, what took you so long?

Well, sir, I had to report my personal vehicle stolen.

Well, the cherry red vet?

It was crimson, Admiral, but yes, sir.

Huh.

I'm going to be leaving the country for a few days on a personal emergency. I

need for you to cover for me.

Yes, sir. I've informed the SecNav you'll be doing a budget meeting

1100. Mr. Roberts has been crunching the numbers. He knows what's important to

me and what's not.

Yes, sir.

Commander Matoni, Commander Imes, you're duking it out. On the Bennington court

-martial, you may need a referee.

Well, I'll hand out boxing gloves, sir.

Oh, Major McKenzie, you may need your help with the Ensign Brown manslaughter.

Major and I are already working together on that case, sir.

All right. And, um, the, um... Oh.

You duking it out.

There.

You're leaving the country, sir?

It was personal, Commander.

Ah, sir.

Here, you can take my wheel and pull him out of town.

Ah, thank you, Admiral.

Before it happened?

You can still see dried blood on the papers.

El Tenente's femoral artery was severed by a grenade fragment.

He died before the paramedicos got here.

Did you know him very well?

I only met him that morning.

But when I asked him to hold fire, he did.

They got him killed.

They should wash all the blood out.

You just spoke French, Spanish, and Italian in one sentence.

He understood what I was saying.

Webb!

It's George Decker. He's one of ours.

Ours? You mean CIA?

What a lousy coincidence.

I don't believe in coincidence.

There's no wager neither does the mafia. Get rid of him. We can blow the

meeting. How?

Hell, I don't know. He's one of yours.

Clayton Webb, Maria Elena.

Buongiorno. Signorina Elena.

Webb works for the state with me.

Working on the cable car accident, aren't you, Clayton?

So it seems.

A terrible incident.

Yes, it's tragic for everyone, but especially for the families of the

You seem to have had an accident of your own, Mr. Webb. He had a run -in with a

van. I thought you went home to recuperate.

Oh, I heal faster in Rome.

Must be the wine, the sunshine, and the pretty girls.

Who's your friend?

He's an actuarial accountant.

He computes the value of accidentally terminated life for settlement purposes.

And if you don't leave now, he'll be computing yours.

Time is

everything.

I beg your pardon?

Looks like y 'all are going to miss our minivans for mom sale. It's over in ten

days, and Lieutenant obviously has a month or two to go here.

No, no, I'm due on Friday.

You're pulling my leg.

No, I swear.

My Mary Lou is bigger than you in a fourth month.

Here, let's get you off your feet here, Lieutenant.

We're not buying. We're just looking.

Oh, now, that's sensible. Very sensible.

Compare prices, compare models, and then see Senator Jim. That's me.

I'm Harriet, and this is my husband, Bud.

You were a senator?

Oh, that boy for the Washington Senators when I was a kid. Here we go.

It's ergometrically designed to eat the perfect for a little lady in your

condition.

Comfortable as an old slipper, isn't it?

Wow, this is amazing.

This van has a lot of bells and whistles. We're looking for something a

bit more modest.

Well, practically everything on her is standard, Lieutenant. You got your cup

holder, vanity mirror, coolant temperature gauge.

Storage bin, windshield wipers, carpeting, cloth headliner, even the AM

radio. Oh, what about the cruise control, the CD player?

Oh, my God, is that a GPS?

Well, now, that's extra. But think of the peace of mind you'll have knowing

exactly where you are anywhere in the United States or Canada.

We'll read maps.

Well, now, the standard equipment here in the rear compartment are two

integrated child seats.

We only need one.

For now.

Oh, my gosh, is that a TV set? Complete with a VCR to keep your little ones

entertained on those long summer road trips to Disney World or the Grand

I've never seen the Grand Canyon.

It's probably a gas guzzler. Oh, 25 miles to the gallon, even with that air

conditioner throwing out snowballs in August.

Oh, bud, I love it.

32 ,000?

That includes roof rack, alloy wheels, and special trim.

That's as much as I net in a year.

Maybe I could get my dad to help us.

I'm not going to take any money from your father.

We'll just have to buy something less expensive.

Like what?

Mafia friends late.

He'll be here.

Table at the door is for his bodyguard.

Why is the Mafia helping us find Teresa?

There are two rival syndicates in Italy.

Camorra d 'Andrangheta in Naples and the Mafia in Sicily.

Teresa's uncle, Mario Marcello, is boss of the Camorra.

The men we're meeting, Enrico Amati, is boss of the Sicilian Mafia.

Amati's helping us because he just wants to jerk Marcello's chain.

Losing face is as important in Italy as it is in China.

Must have something to do with Marco Polo.

Yeah, well, think about this.

Why is Teresa holding on to Tim?

After the Serb swap didn't happen, why didn't she kill him or just cut him

loose? I don't know, but that table's about to be occupied.

I

don't

think the admiral's going to get away with this one, sir.

What one?

Um, page 32.

Maintenance of real property.

Yes, sir. Item 15, repair and plastering of courtroom ceiling.

$32 ,800 .52?

Outrageous, isn't it, Commander?

For the price of a fully loaded minivan, just to plug up a few bullet holes.

Bullet holes?

Well, yes, I remember when you, uh... Two years ago, bud. They plastered over

those holes. I was docked 100 bucks a hole.

The structural damage wasn't found until last month.

Structural damage.

It's all explained in Addendum 73, Bid Alpha 4770.

Demolition of existing stucco, ceiling rafters, removal of slate roof,

new roof, hot mop number 90 over 30 copper wire system.

What the hell is that?

I don't know, sir, but it's expensive.

Replacement of air ducts, new flashings, reinstallation of old slate.

I'm not responsible for all this, am I?

Well, the Severe's claim that your rounds cracked the slate and that a year

a half of rain did the rest.

But the Admiral's prepared to argue that the roof was leaking before you, uh...

aerated it, and that you merely exacerbated an existing problem.

That's a good argument.

The tech lab's never going to buy that, sir.

You're right.

Suggestions, Mr. Roberts?

We put it under the building health program, sir.

Building health program?

Oh, yes, sir. That's a very old building. When they sealed and air

it in the 60s, the building stopped breathing.

The mold's been building up in the air ducts, the ozone from the copiers, and

the outgassing from the paint and the carpets. They're all being trapped

The result is an extraordinary loss of man hours due to respiratory infections.

You know, I have had a lot of cold since I've been stationed here.

Now, we've been authorized to replace the air conditioner, paints, carpets,

clean out the air ducts, and rebuild the roof ventilation system, which one

could argue you started doing about two years ago.

So I believe this bid belongs in the building health budget.

You know, the Admiral said you knew how he wanted things handled, so...

If you say that's where it belongs, then I say you're right.

Yes, sir.

Thank you very much, Lieutenant.

Can I ask a favor, sir?

You name it, bud.

Talk Harriet out of a minivan.

I assume you're armed, so please, deposit your weapons on the waiter's

Mine's bigger.

Not very trusting.

That's why I'm alive.

The gun of a spy, huh?

And the gun of a soldier.

Sailor.

Then you must be Clayton Webb.

That's right.

And you?

Admiral A .J. Chegwooden.

Chegwooden.

Chegwooden.

Oh, yes.

You're the man who killed my nephew, Lushino Antinori.

You ask me to locate Teresa Marcello before she executes a CIA hostage

and you bring with you the man who murdered my nephew.

Senor Amati, you're obviously mistaken.

No, he's not.

I killed Lucino Antinori defending my daughter Francesca and I assume you know

that.

I know Lucino kidnapped your daughter. I also know he killed her stepfather

Vittorio Pareti.

And most important of all, I know he stole from me.

If you didn't kill Ushino, I would have.

Then we don't have a problem.

But we do.

The admiral may have done me a favor, but I must let my sister know that her

son's killer is in Roma.

Is that necessary?

She's my sister. She has the right to avenge her son's death.

She will try to kill the apple? Only the Camori use their women to kill.

This is crazy.

English, please.

Many people have tried to kill me.

One time or another, they're mostly dead.

So there's a good chance that your brother -in -law will join them if he

after me.

Does he have other spots?

Oh, no.

When he comes, I'll regrettably kill him, too.

And after him?

My sister will expect me to uphold the honor of mi familia.

Then I'll have to kill you.

I don't want to have to do that.

A killing between us

does not embarrass the Camorra.

Very true.

And Vincenzo is good to my sister, and Emilio is studying to become a doctor.

Then you won't call your sister?

No.

No, he's obligated to that.

When he calls, that's his choice.

My sister lives in a fishing village near Shaka.

If I call in the morning,

Vincenzo won't get here until day after tomorrow.

I assume that's enough time for you to conclude your business.

If your information is accurate.

It is accurate, Admiral.

Where is Teresa Marcello hiding?

In the last place in Italy, an Americano was there to look.

He's requested a silent recon of the ski resort in Cavalese?

How'd Webb get the authorization?

A Jagman investigation?

Chegwood.

Admiral A .J. Chegwood.

That's the guy I saw with Webb. I knew he looked familiar.

No, no, no.

I'll take care of it.

The accountant's friend of Sr. Webb.

He's an admiral.

You weren't supposed to hear that.

Then stuff my ears.

That's not exactly what I had in mind.

I don't understand this macho thing that men have with their cars. Me neither.

I suppose you didn't practically wet your pants this morning over that

Sir, at nine months, it's a physical, not an emotional reaction.

What is wrong with them getting a minivan? It seems a very sensible choice

me. It's a mom car.

What makes a minivan a mom car?

Comes standard with two peanut butter -covered kids.

Oh, like a Corvette comes with a long -legged blonde?

I want the car with a little zip, not something that goes from zero to 60 in a

weekend. Commander, we're having a baby.

We want something with comfort and safety and cargo space, not zip.

How about an SUV?

Not enough cargo space, and it costs more. What's an SUV?

Sports utility vehicle.

It's like a Jeep.

You're really not into cars, are you, Major?

No, a car is strictly transportation to me. I don't need it to define my

sexuality.

Ooh, otherwise you'd be driving a Humvee.

Oh, man.

Don't you have a story about the elephant, the mouse, and the Porsche?

Commander, Detective Bee Gee is on the line.

They found your Corvette.

Clayton, what's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Pale as a dead fish.

Your satellite request came through. We have a 15 -minute clearance at 2117

Zulu.

Clayton, you ever killed anyone?

That's a pretty silly question to ask a company man. No, I know you've run ops

where people have died. I asked, have you ever killed anyone face to face?

Once.

Actually, I didn't kill him. He recovered. Were you trying to kill him?

Yes. Good.

All I have to worry about is you being a lousy shot.

We got lucky.

We raided this suspected chop shop this afternoon.

Found your corvette among a number of stolen vehicles.

Where is it?

There.

That's my corvette?

Well, I'm afraid that's all that's left, Commander. They evidently shipped all

the parts before the raid.

Oh, I'm really sorry.

Wish the hell you hadn't found her, Detective.

I would rather imagine some thief driving her.

Say it like this.

I know it's hard to take, but finding the frame will speed up the insurance

process.

I'm sorry, Detective. I do appreciate your finding her.

Just wish you'd found her, sir.

Me too, Commander.

Sarah, when you leave the nunnery, give me a call.

I will.

So I suppose you'll be getting another Corvette.

You know, I had a Jack Russell Terrier once named Kip.

Kip was a great dog.

He grew old and he died.

After he was gone, I got another dog, but I didn't get a Jack Russell Terrier.

Then what's it going to be? A Mustang, Camaro, Beamer, Porsche?

I don't know. Maybe it's time I got something I can drive cross -country

shipping my luggage, you know?

Well, whatever you get, put this in it.

I know him.

He's the terrorist who pulled Tim into the van in the Via Christi.

Armani's a man of his word. He found him. One of them, anyway.

Webb.

It's the Marine Guard.

George Decker's outside.

Let him in.

It's okay, Sergeant.

Why not a 50 -meter squaring to me, a 1 -meter grid on the hard copy? All right.

If you were under company orders, you wouldn't be using Navy satellite time.

It's a joint op. It can't be. I know.

Why would you know? Because I'm in charge of the Fox situation.

And I have been ordered to do nothing.

Nothing. And you've been doing it very well. You're going to get Tim Fox

Teresa Marcello isn't going to let him live forever.

Have you found her yet?

Well, after that fiasco the other night, the Italians are going to shoot first

and sort the bodies out later.

We aren't involving the Italians.

You're going in alone?

Want to go with us?

I'm calling Langley.

No, you're not.

I'm not going to arm wrestle you for a phone, Admiral. Good, because you would

lose. Now you go back to doing nothing and leave this to us.

We lose signal in 30 seconds.

Somebody's coming out.

Zoom back in.

There's two more coming. I think the first one is the big guy with the

Forget him. Center on the other two.

One of them may be Tim.

I can't. I'm losing signal.

It's the race of our job.

We found them. We lost them.

Those are suitcases they were loading.

Pulling out.

Why are they looking up?

The full moon.

If you knew you were being photographed by satellite, what would you have a

tendency to do?

Look up.

Someone told them they were under satellite surveillance.

Take it easy. Take it easy? I don't know what the hell you think you're doing.

You warned Teresa Marcello she was under satellite surveillance.

What the hell is going on, George?

Look, I told you, I'm in charge of the Fox situation.

Now let it go before somebody gets killed.

I'll tell you somebody's going to die in about ten seconds if they don't come up

with some answers.

Now why did you warn Teresa Marcello?

I've been paying Teresa Marcello $10 ,000 a month to keep Tim Fox alive.

What? When the swap for Barzak didn't happen, the Serbs refused to pay her. So

Teresa offered to give Tim back to us for a million dollars. And the company

wouldn't pay it. They offered $100 ,000. At one time, Tim Fox was up for

director.

Which is why the company offered $100 ,000. Hey, if it were you or me, it

have been nada.

So why dribble the ransom out of $10 ,000 a month?

The $10 ,000 isn't ransom. It's option money until we can get her the full

million. Which will never happen.

No, no, it could. I mean, that's the reason I warned Teresa.

I didn't want to run the risk of getting Tim killed while you're out trying to

free him.

I don't believe you. Tim Fox ran our Falcon operations.

Now the Serbs may decide to pay Teresa to get him for intelligence reasons.

Then the company could justify paying the million.

Maybe more, depending on what the Serbs offer Teresa.

So if the company thinks it's in the national interest to pay the ransom,

will. But if it's just to save the life of a man who worked loyally for him for

30 years, they won't. That's the way the world works.

Not my world.

You're going to contact Teresa Marcello and you're going to tell her the

ransom's going to be paid in full tomorrow.

So you can save him?

It's not going to work.

She's going to blow Tim up and me along with him. He's wired with explosives?

And a radio mic.

When I meet Tim to pass him the option money, Teresa listens to every word we

say. And she's warned me. There are two detonators. Either can set off the bomb.

Even if you get Teresa, you don't know who the second trigger is. Where do you

meet him?

At the fountain in the Piazza Santa Maria, too.

It's always crowded then.

Tim shows up, and then he disappears.

Make the call.

Tim and I will die.

None of both terrorists died once.

So, Bud tells me you sold the budget to the FECNA.

Yeah, he did a little creative flashing, and I think the Admiral will be

pleased. Have you heard from him?

No, I have no idea where he is or what he's doing. He told me it was personal.

I know how that goes.

That's why you haven't asked me about last week, isn't it?

I never thanked you for the flowers. They were beautiful.

I would have come to the funeral.

I know.

That's why I didn't call until Dad was buried.

My mother was there.

How was that?

It was a growing experience.

If you hadn't talked me into it, I never would have gone.

Mac, I can't talk you into something you didn't want.

Just the same.

Thank you.

It's getting dark in here.

Is it?

Why don't you come with me and help me pick out a new car with Harriet and Bud?

Isn't that something Geordie should be doing?

Man, if you pick out a new car with your girlfriend, you might as well buy her a

ring.

You tell Tim it's a great day to be playing baseball at Abbott's Field.

Abbott's Field hasn't existed since the 50s. September the 24th, 1957, to be

exact.

You tell him you heard he umpired there. By then, he'll know I'm here when I'm

asking. What are you asking?

I'm asking where the terrorists are. Well, how will he know? Like her?

Just do what I tell you, okay?

Now, listen, this is very important. When Tim approaches you, you stand right

here facing this fountain.

What if he approaches from behind? You face this fountain until he comes around

and faces you.

Okay? Good, good. Now, what are you going to say?

It's a great day to be playing baseball at Ebbets Field. Where? I heard you used

to umpire. Where I heard you used to umpire.

Good, good.

Now, Tim's going to say things to you relating to fielding positions.

He may say that he didn't umpire there, that he played second base or he played

right field, doesn't matter. I'll understand what he's saying. You just

conversation going.

For how long?

Until we kill the terrorists.

Until you and Tim blow up.

All right. You got 15 minutes.

Hey, George.

Good luck.

Okay, you're looking at a baseball field where the fountain is a pitcher's

mound.

Travel agency would be first base. The art exhibit would be second base. Got

Tim is going to identify targets based on fielding positions.

If he says he played right field, that means one of them would be in the

trattoria. If he says he played third base, it would be around the gelato

Left field would be where the Vespas are parked. Good. What if one of them was

up in a room?

Well, he might say something about the right field bleachers or the press box

behind home plate. Look, it's not perfect, but it doesn't have to be. We

Teresa. We know the good guy with glasses.

What if there are three of them?

He did this with Tim and Laos, didn't he?

When he saved your soul.

Pet that, Laos. were funneling MIAs north to the small German missionary

hospital on the Mekong.

Somebody there was using sodium pentothal to irrigate an American pilot.

The intel they were getting cost us a lot of lives, but my SEAL team was in

take him out.

Tim was the CIA operative in the area, working undercover as a French

missionary. He was able to get inside the compound, which was heavily guarded

the Tetelow.

Spent a day and a night on a ridge a thousand meters away, sweating over my

scope, waiting for Tim to identify the target and call the shot.

Never did.

Why not?

Target was a nine.

Would you have taken the shot if he'd called it?

I was young and believed in carrying out my mission above all else.

He didn't answer my question.

You better get down there.

What's so funny?

Decker's Italian.

Okay, I got him. It's Tim. He's coming from center field.

Hello, George.

Tim.

Great day to be an umpire.

At Ebbets Field?

Didn't you used to umpire there?

No, I usually played right field.

Or helped out in the press box.

Okay,

he's

called.

Press box.

Press box is directly below me.

I got no shot. That one's yours.

I'll take right field.

I got the big guy with the glasses. You're looking for Teresa.

Copy that.

Is that the money? The money?

Oh, yeah.

Here's the money.

Web.

Still searching.

Shoot her! Shoot!

Oh, I don't know.

Oh,

my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Don't you just love it, bud?

I love it since I get to keep my bug.

$1 ,000 trade -in wasn't nearly enough money for the car you lost your... Will

you stop that?

How is it, sir?

Oh, it's no Corvette, but it's got some spunk and it's four -wheel drive, so I

can go off -road.

I think it fits you, sir.

We'll see.

Wow,

this is great.

I had no idea what I was missing all these years.