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Johnny Domino was one of San Francisco's hottest young jazz musicians.

But fate and a cosmic event were about to change his life forever.

What the doctors told him seemed impossible.

John, your brain has managed to acquire the capacity to pick up certain

frequencies like a radio.

Doc, I'm only hearing bad stuff.

Yes, exactly.

You're tuned to the frequency of evil.

Now, I'm on your

side. A whole new line of super tools developed for super policemen. A belt

which enables him to overcome gravity.

Fabrics which are virtually bulletproof.

A stealth mode which makes him seem to disappear.

A holographic display which makes him appear to be where he is.

He is remarkable.

The skin text, the color, absolutely perfect.

At the risk of sounding mercenary, how much?

Here in my clinic, it would run approximately $100,000.

But I would imagine, doctor, that in your Zurich palace, the sky would be the

limit.

Thank you, Lisa. That'll be all.

I must say, I've never had a more beautiful demonstration model.

Thanks again, Doctor.

It's hard to believe that the whole left side of her face was completely

destroyed. Yes, Doctor. Please, see for yourself.

Ten weeks ago, Lisa's face was shredded by a rear-view mirror, a windshield, and

a 50-foot skid over asphalt.

But this new technique is a quantum leap.

in facial reconstruction.

May I see the schematic again, sir?

Miniaturization, doctor.

That's the key.

The synthetic skin contains hundreds of micromotors per square inch, which allow

each cell to manipulate up, down, in, or out in any direction, giving us complete

control over facial features, textures, and expressions.

But the eyes, doctor. Yes, the asymmetry that makes nearly everyone's right eye

larger and rounder than their left. But this now can be done, doctor.

We live in a world with more and more information on smaller and smaller

chips. How soon can I learn the procedures and techniques?

I promise you'll be the first.

But in a few days, I may be able to show you something even more remarkable.

Take that outside.

And don't forget to take those.

So, Mr. Bridges, any hot stock tips?

Always.

But maybe we should wait until you finish my face first.

I see.

I see. If you're not happy with it, then you'll put me into one of those illegal

equity swap schemes that convicted you in the first place.

Something like that, yeah.

That's fair enough.

Have you been doing your facial mobility exercises?

Well, you said two hours a day.

I've been doing eight. I'm impressed.

Not much else to do when you're locked in a cage for 24 hours a day.

Tone and...

Color match are fine.

Let's see a smile.

And now a frown.

Lift your left eyebrow.

And now your right.

Excellent facial movement.

Thanks.

Wow.

Seems like I can move my face a lot better now than before the attack.

That's because this new synthetic derma stretches more easily than skin.

In the future, someone might be able to alter his features enough to look like a

totally different person.

Well, Doctor... The future's now.

Thanks, Doc.

Hey, Sam.

How do you like the new me?

You look just like him.

Dr. Willis at your service, ma'am.

When he was a little kid, he used to come to our house to practice on our

piano. Me? Yeah.

I didn't know he could play.

Oh, he plays.

Yeah?

That was my oldest friend, Lee Prescott on the piano.

It's just his hobby.

His day job's a little shady here.

He's this area's new city councilman.

We'll be right back after a short break.

I'm not so sure about that, Sammy.

Hey, you sounded great, Lee.

Thanks to Johnny, managed to cover some of my worst bunkers. My specialty.

You still have some chops.

Please, it's pretty tough to find any practice time these days, although I do

keep my fingers limber by massaging local politicians' egos.

Doesn't seem to work with Mayor Booker, though, huh? Oh, no, I think you mean

Mayor Bigfoot.

Booker, you know she has stopped every initiative I've introduced so far.

My theory is that the city council is like the NBA.

Rookies never get a real shot until they establish themselves.

I hope you're right. But just in case, Frank.

As an ex-cop, you can hook me up with a hitman, yeah?

For you, Lee, anything.

Appreciate that.

Mayor Booker once again finds herself defending her policies against freshman

city councilman Lee Prescott.

Patience, darling. I know how anxious you are after being in jail so long, but

I'm going to look my best.

seem that Councilman Prescott intends to use his seat to turn up the heat.

Under the mayor, that is.

I'll show the councilman some heat.

Tana, we did like your bed.

I couldn't help it. I mean, here's a bright young man with a lot of musical

talent, but he realizes that he also needs a real job. A real job.

I wonder if... Oh, sure.

Oh, actually...

I was talking to him.

Oh, the king is dead.

Long live the new king.

He's married.

Thanks.

Gee, that's cute.

Hey, Charlie.

Why the long face?

You got a problem?

We got a problem, Frank.

One of our old collars just broke out at Terminal Bay Prison. It could be headed

this way.

Holland, the triple homicide?

Not in winter, the mom hit guy.

Who else did we put into Terminal Bay?

I'm surprised you'll remember, Frank. Probably one of the most heinous,

vicious criminals we ever ran across.

E. Haskell Bridges.

Who's E. Haskell Bridges?

Some financial guru that cheated a bunch of people out of millions. Right, right.

The name sounds familiar.

And you two put him away.

Wait a minute. How did he get to Terminal Bay from that minimum security

country club at Quincy?

Got in some sort of hassle with a guard and the warden threw the book at him.

Word is, after he got to Terminal Island, some hard case took a knife to

him and carved half his face away.

I hear he's a pretty bitter boy.

I'm sick of the noise and the traffic here already.

I wish we could go to your beach house in Marbella.

Sam, you know it was sold as part of the judgment against me.

What about St. Kitts, then?

Well, bless your greedy little heart.

You're trying to pump me about what assets I have left.

Haskell, you don't really think I'm that mercenary, do you? But of course, my

love.

If I don't come up with the hidden treasure I promised you, you'd be gone

so fast you'd leave a vapor trail. Oh, that is so unkind.

You do still have those offshore accounts, don't you?

Yes, Sam, I'll take you to your big score soon enough.

But first, I have a few little ones to settle here.

Mayor Booker?

Oh, God, I didn't know you were still here. I hope you're not wasting your

time.

Sergeant, you absolutely certain about this?

All right, I'll meet you at headquarters in 15.

Good night, Charlie.

Bad news, guys.

Charlie, you're not going to try to... We just arrested Lee Prescott.

Lee? For what?

Attempted murder. Walked into City Hall and tried to pop me a booker. Come on,

Charlie, you know that's bogus. Not yet, I don't. Apparently, he did it right in

front of a security camera. It's all on tape.

Can you imagine what a jury's going to do with this?

Okay, I've seen it. I still don't believe it.

I know this kid.

Let me talk to Lee.

It's not strictly within policy. Oh, come on, Charlie. However, since he's

been asking for you, and I'm such a sweet guy.

Lee, come on in.

Thanks, Tom.

Hey, man.

Frank, thanks for coming.

I didn't do this.

I know how stupid that sounds after seeing what's on that tape, but this is

some kind of a framework. I know, Lee.

We just want to help you prove it.

Where were you last night, Lee?

That's just it. I've got no alibi. I went back to my office after dinner to

catch up on some paperwork.

Were you by yourself?

Yeah.

Well, if this isn't you on the tape, then either someone's impersonating

you... Or he's got an evil twin.

Or someone's docked at the tape.

Can they do that?

Hey, they can make Fred Astaire dance with a vacuum cleaner.

And you dare to call me a samurai shopper?

You must have got every wig, beard, and mustache in the place.

So much fun. Do you remember the performer dubbed the man of a thousand

faces? Sir, Michael Jackson?

No, Ron Chaney.

But I'm planning on beating both of them.

So instead of having just one man, you'll have your choice of a thousand.

Well, you know how I love smorgasbords.

Let's go home so you can show me your Mel Gibson.

Right over here.

You know, the first thing we have to decide is which lines of investigation

to pursue.

Well, I have a friend who can detect if there's been any tampering if I can

examine the original surveillance tape. That's very good. What about us, Johnny?

What? What?

Where are you, son? Did you, uh... I got a feeling that Lee wasn't being totally

honest with us.

You don't really think that Lee had anything to do with... I think he's just

not telling us everything.

I love your new suits, darling, and I love shopping. What's next?

You know, I think we could use a little walking around money.

I want you to call this bank and tell them they're about to have a very

special guest.

What do you think?

Unbelievable.

Okay.

Christine, thank you very much. Run along, please.

Back to work, everyone. I'll handle this.

Sir,

it is a great honor.

Warren Buckley, bank president.

Nice to meet you.

If you could...

If you'd like

to

sign a counter check, I'll have them prepare the $10,000 in cash.

More if you think you need it.

Nah, I think that's plenty.

That'll be fine. Thank you, Warren.

All right, let me just look this up.

Hope

you're

entertaining.

Oh, Charlie, I was just... You were just what, Frank?

Breaking and entering? Stay away from my desk. How many times do I have to tell

you? This concerns me, Charlie.

This is all about E. Haskell Bridges' escape. Now, look, what does this mean

here about... An ex-con smashed his face, okay? He broke jail while the doc

was treating him.

Come on in.

Hey, Frank.

I'll be right back.

Keep a lot of air between you and that desk, Frank.

How are Angie and the kids?

They're fine, Lee. They really are. She must be going. She's fine. She's fine.

Johnny and I went over the crime scene. We couldn't find anything that those lab

guys missed.

I was hoping you might have come up with something. Well, I'm trying.

Believe me, I'm trying.

Lee, somebody wouldn't ordinarily go to this much trouble to frame a stranger.

You know what I mean? I know.

Unless there was some huge reason or obvious suspect. I've been racking my

brain, Frank. There is no one.

What about when you worked at the DA's office?

That was for ten months, seven years ago.

Just out of law school, I was working the white-collar division. I didn't

prosecute any violent offenders, no murderers, no rapists, crazies, nothing.

Hello, hello.

Raleigh.

Any sign of tampering with that original tape?

No, no. They're going to have to run some more sophisticated tests, but it's

a long shot.

We may have caught a break.

Just got an anonymous call from a woman who says she knows someone who could put

Lee in his office during the shooting.

You got any idea who that could be?

No. None at all.

Another Saturday night, just after 10 o'clock, the band is getting started and

things begin to rock. You can hear the toes tapping and hear the fingers snap,

as the joint's filling up with hot chicks and cool cats.

They used to have a good time dancing the night away.

Now there's all kinds of folks that seem to dig this scene. You can see them in

the 80s right down to the teens.

That's him.

Frank Dominus.

The one who put me in that hellhole.

Well, he certainly has one amazing son.

You're referring to his talent, of course.

Of course, darling.

What else?

Do you think that it's true that most parents think that losing a child is

worse than dying themselves?

Sure.

Why? I was just wondering how I could arrange for both.

You sure that Jessica's going to be okay?

She already called from the hospital wondering about the damage.

They say that it's nothing structural, mostly cosmetic, plus smoking water.

Yes, honey?

Yeah. I thought I sent you home to bed 20 minutes ago.

First of all, I'm your father. You don't send me to bed, I send you. Now, I ran

into Schultz.

He's the auction investigator on this one.

Is it?

What? Oh, Arson, yeah, I did. Definitely, he said.

Amateur hour all the way.

You think someone could be after Jessica?

She usually is not here this late.

Is it possible the target could have been you?

The hottest jazz club in the city became too hot late last night as fire broke

out at the House of Soul.

However, club headliner Johnny Domino proved he's the coolest musician around

when he managed to rescue club owner... Jessica Rogers.

Come here, dear.

It's all going to look fine.

Very fine.

Careful, Sam. You're melting the glass.

So, if you're not upset your plan failed?

Oh, it was just a little experiment.

Everything's perfectly under control.

Besides...

It'll keep them from seeing the real pattern until it's too late.

Jessica looked good. Yeah.

Doctor says that he's going to release her this afternoon.

Oh, aren't we going to the club?

Back there?

No. I want to make a stop first.

See if we can find this witness who saw Leigh in his office.

You got a lineup.

More like a hunch.

A hunch.

What do you got?

I think Lee was lying about his alibi.

A lack of one. Well, why would he deny something that could prove his

innocence? To protect something more important.

More important than his career?

Family.

So you think that Lee was in the office with another woman?

I've got a list of Lee's authors of death.

One of them looks promising.

Lance Frog?

You are Johnny Domino.

I thought it was a joke when you buzzed up. I've seen you play.

Great. This is Raleigh Jordan.

Hi, how do you do?

Hello.

Councilman Prescott is a close friend of mine.

I know. He recommended the club.

Lee knows so many cool people.

Lee's a cool guy.

Isn't he?

We were hoping that you would help us out with the trouble he's having.

Sure, anything.

Yeah, it's really simple.

All we need you to do is say a few words into this tape recorder.

What for?

Somebody called the police station and said that they could prove that Lee was

in his office when the crime happened, but didn't leave a name.

So we're trying to eliminate Lee's death from suspicion.

I don't understand.

Well, the call came in on a recorded line, so the police had it. So all you

need to do is run a voice print comparison of the two to see if they

don't match.

Ready?

No, wait.

I don't want to.

Why not, man?

Did you make the call?

Line won't help Lee.

I didn't lie.

I was with him in his office.

So you have an affair?

No.

I showed up that night to tell Lee that I was in love with him.

And he turned you down?

Not completely. We were still talking about it when all the commotion started.

Anyway, Lee told me not to tell anybody.

But I couldn't just let him go to prison. I love him.

And I don't care who knows it.

Like his wife?

Frank, you're under arrest.

Hey, Frank, you're under arrest.

Hey, Frank, you're under arrest.

Okay, so it looks like him.

That's my point. It looked exactly like him. How was I to know?

You didn't try to verify his ID?

Come now, Lieutenant.

I'm supposed to ask for ID from him?

Yeah, right.

But for me, the bank asked for a blood sample, a thumbprint, and my firstborn

baby.

Policies.

Leave the tape.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

At the girl?

Lee's anonymous witness.

Staff member, Lynn Frog.

She said Lee was in his office with her when the incident happened.

My guess is they weren't just doing paperwork.

No, no, no. She said nothing ever happened.

They were still exploring their feelings.

Thanks.

Got a reception tonight for some hot shot from Scotland Yard.

Brown-nosing mandatory.

So this girl...

She could be lying to save Lee's skin.

No. He worked too hard to keep her secret.

Well, then if Lee isn't on that tape, I've just got myself a second imposter.

What?

Numero Duo.

Check it out.

It sure looks like him, man. It's not.

Wait a minute. Someone's hard to lookalike to commit crimes? Makes sense

to use someone like him to rob a bank.

It's not much of a score, though. No, it's not.

So who's going through all this to frame Lee Prescott?

And how would they find a double for him? I asked first.

Inspector, Lieutenant Charlie Dan.

Got a question for you. Certainly.

When are you lying to me you're going to get out of Northern Ireland?

I really don't think this is the time. Time? 800 years isn't enough time? What

do you think you're doing?

Toasting our guests, Chief.

I got him.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were somebody else.

Well, you thought wrong.

1331-625-6090.

There we go.

Oh, it was a fabulous party. I'm sure some boorish cop ruined it right in

front of the local news media, too.

Sure beats the 9-to-5s.

Well, that's the end of Lieutenant Dan's career.

Now one last score to settle.

You know, I've decided that Lieutenant Dominic shouldn't just die.

He should disappear without a trace.

You know, buried in the desert or dumped in the bay to wash out to sea.

Why? So his precious son can look for him for the rest of his life.

You know, sometimes you are really scary.

I know.

Let's go.

of a breaking news event. Pay attention to the unidentified man talking to Chief

Inspector Grimes.

In a room filled with police officers, the guest of honor ironically became the

victim of a crime.

Charlie?

Hey,

Johnny. Johnny, come here. You won't believe what I just saw here.

I know, I know. I saw it a half hour ago.

I don't think it's Charlie.

Another lookalike?

I checked his place. I was hoping you might know where he is.

I haven't seen him since yesterday morning.

Keep talking.

But I went by Jessica's this morning about 4 o'clock, and there she was

wringing her hands, you know, over all that damage.

I don't know how Jessica is.

Johnny! When's my birthday?

The day after mine, but I'm still not getting anything.

Hey, Charlie.

You need to work on your people skills. You know that?

So I said to Jessica, you know, that wood paneling is kind of hard to

replace, that old stuff.

And it's tricky to kind of match the grain. Dad, you're boring the fish,

Frank. Well, if it isn't Charlie Down, big TV star.

Now you're boring me, Frank. You know that wasn't me.

You got a good alibi? Oh, yeah.

Phony call from a phony dispatcher to a bogus homicide scene in East Nowhere.

How's that one?

Sounds pretty solid to me.

You know, Charlie, this clone of yours probably makes you part of Lee's

situation.

It brings us right back to our revenge motive.

But I'm drawing as big a blank as he is.

Maybe adding you to the mix will give Lee some new ideas.

You think I could see him this late? I don't know.

McGuire's on the late shift. He's a buddy.

Yeah. Talk to him. Find a place for Charlie to stay.

Right. Okay.

Sorry, guys.

I don't think Dan and I ever worked together on a case involving a violent

felony. Okay. How about a felony that got free bargaining down to a

misdemeanor? No.

I mean, I can't think of one.

You can't remember ever having Charlie on the witness stand in a felony case?

No. Well, I mean, unless you count the E. Haskell Bridges case, but you know

all about that.

So where are we on this?

Nowhere.

Excuse me for interrupting.

Are you Lieutenant Dan?

No. We're just using his office.

I see. Could you tell me where I could reach him? Is this an emergency?

I'm Dr.

Willis. I flew down here with some very important information regarding a man

named E. Haskell Bridges.

Yeah, I'll swing by in a few minutes.

And, Harry, listen. Thanks. I really appreciate this.

Yeah.

That's great.

Polito's got a cabin cruiser on the other side of the bay. It sure is free.

Well, actually, mine. For a week.

Sold. Yeah.

I'm gonna go pick up the keys.

You stay here. Lay low while I get back, okay? Where else am I gonna go? Yeah.

I got some supplies, too, while I'm out.

When I get back, I'll give you the old signal.

They say the memory's the second thing to go, Frank.

So, what'd you forget?

Actually, I didn't forget anything.

I just needed your help to get back at your own partner.

So you're saying this Bridges can change his face to resemble anyone he wants?

Apparently when he escaped, he transformed his face into an exact copy

of mine. I had no idea that he could manipulate this technology so well. So

Bridges is after Dan and me because we put him in prison.

There was another cop involved, one who really nailed it.

Answer machine, let's go.

One of the things I do for you, Charlie... Are you tired?

Yeah.

Well, just close your little eyes and Uncle Frank will have you snug in your

bed.

Charlie!

Charlie!

Pull over, Frank.

Why? Pull over.

What's the matter?

I got a jumper.

What are you talking about, Charlie? I don't see any jumper.

Come on, Frank.

Hey, Charlie!

Charlie, where'd you go?

Charlie, where are you?

Charlie, where'd you go?

Charlie, what's the gun for?

Bad choice.

I got it, sir. I got it.

Dad? Yeah?

Pulled another body out of the bay this afternoon.

Bridges? No.

With his quick change faces, I can be sure.

He was an 80-year-old woman. He's good, but he's not that good.

Do you think that Bridges will ever, pardon the expression, surface again?

Well, in the spring when the water warms up more than the flowers pop up.

I love that one. I've noticed.

Do it again.

All in good time, Sam. All in good time.

I've got big plans for Johnny Domino and his space face of mine.

I guarantee you, he has to go. Bridges got swept out to sea by the current.

I'll leave you a hundred bucks. We never see any one of his faces again.

He gave her things that she was needing.

He built her a house of gold and steel, a diamond car with

platinum wheels.