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(HORN HONKING)

(SQUEALS)

(SNORTING)

(EXHALES)

Just what I need.
An alarm pig.

Hungry?
Want to eat this?

(SIREN BLARING IN DISTANCE)

Shit!

Hi, Max.

We can forget about
the Kolchek account.

Why?

I'd consider it moot
since Mr. Kolchek
was found

with a screwdriver
embedded in his skull
at 10:30 last night.

Apparently
Mrs. Kolchek decided

to conduct her
own investigation.

You're kidding.

Apparently
her suspicions
were correct.

I knew she was trouble
as soon as she
walked in here.

Both eyes moved in
different directions.

Still, a screwdriver?

(CHUCKLES) I mean,
who doesn't cheat
on their wife these days?

I hope you don't, Max.
I really do.

If I did,
at least I'd know
how to get away with it.

Yeah, well,
so did Mr. Kolchek.

RECEPTIONIST:
May I help you?

Isn't it against
the law to smoke
in an office building?

You must be
Mrs. Farrow-Smith?

Hey, Mr. Farrow-Smith.
You said you'd let me
take her out one day.

(LAUGHS)
Only if I can drive yours.

What do you want to drive
my old beater for?

For the experience, Geri.
For the experience.

Do you mind?

Be my guest.

If you want to die.

Well, that's just a matter
of timing, isn't it?

Okay.
You said on the phone

that you had
some concerns
about your husband?

That's one way
of putting it.

I am a woman
who likes to know
where she stands.

Have you seen any changes
in his behavior?

You mean like
losing weight,
exercising,

cutting his hair,
and buying a new car?

No, Mr. Isaac,
there haven't
been any signs.

I would be disappointed
if there were.

My husband is never
obvious or predictable.

Let's just say that
we've reached
the point in our marriage

where it would be
in my best interest

to know what he's like
when I'm not around.

Well, Mrs. Farrow-Smith,
that is a service
that we do provide.

Good.
Draw up whatever paperwork
you think is necessary.

Oh, one more thing,
I would like a woman
working the case.

A woman? Uh...

I would have to see.

I'd be much more
comfortable with a woman.

I saw one earlier
in the hall.

That would be Derian McCall.

Oh.

Fine, whoever.

She's a good investigator.

Good.

As far as the matter
of a retainer...

Oh. Just bill me
whatever
you think is fair.

(PHONE RINGING)

ANTHEA: Keeping
something out or in?

My eyes are very
sensitive to light.

Don't they have a vitamin
for that or something?

Why do you want your
husband investigated,
Mrs. Farrow-Smith?

I want to know
if he's fucking
someone else.

You have any reason
to believe that he is?

Only a too-keen memory.

Memory?

I remember what
he was like when it was
still new between us.

My husband requires
a certain freshness
to the feel of things.

The need for a conquest?

We're attracted to men
of power and vitality.

And those are
the very qualities

that make them
impossible to hold on to.

"We," Mrs. Farrow-Smith?

You married?

No, I most
certainly am not.

But you are.
Tell me about your husband.

Do you have
anything tangible?

Any strange hours,
phone calls at night?

He's too smart.

Have you come out
and asked him?

I'm too smart.

I quit.

You know,
some women just choose
to look the other way.

Are you trying to deter me?

Are you sure
you can handle
what it is I find out?

Do I look like the type
who would fold on you?

I really can't say.

What I do require
is absolute
confidentiality.

Being a fool is one thing.
A public fool
is quite another.

I understand.

Whatever records
you keep, no copies.

Everything's
for my eyes only.

Did Max explain
the charges?

Whatever it is,
I'm sure it'll be
worth my peace of mind.

If that's what
you're buying.

How do you always know
where to find me when
I don't want to be found?

I think it's a detective
kind of thing.

Mmm.

Thanks for coming.

Is the term "happy hour"
in your vocabulary?

It depends what
you mean by "happy."

Can you spell
double Scotch
on the rocks?

Let's get a move on.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

MAN ON TV: I have to
get rid of the scum.

They clutter up this city,

ruining every day for me.

I hate them all.

I pass by them
on the street.

I made a commitment to myself
to kill everybody.

I have a couple of days

to clear the streets

for nice people.

CARL: We're talking
clear from A Street
to the river, yeah?

We got that franchise?

Your people
won't even get so much
as a parking ticket.

It's comforting to know
the tradition of
cops having a price

is alive and well
in this city.

Oh, yeah.

Just one more thing.

What's that?

Take off your shirt.

What are you talking about?

Maybe I got
a thing for nipples.

That's bullshit, man!

Sit down.
Get off!

Shut up and show me
you're not wired.

Carl, you don't
have to do this.

I told you
I know his people.

Come on, let's see
you're not broadcasting.

Did your gun jam?

Carl! Put the gun down.

You kill a cop,
you're looking at

a real fucking
reduction in lifestyle.

I don't believe you.

Put the gun down, Carl.

You got the best
lawyer in town.
You can skip on this.

Don't throw your life away.
Put the gun down!
Do you hear me?

Carl, put it down.

Put that gun down, Carl.

(GUN FIRES)

Fuck!

Jesus, Ray,
it looked like she might
have been defusing it.

"Might have."
Couldn't take that chance.

Besides, he was
lined up real nice
in the crosshairs.

Good shot. Let's go.

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

WOMAN:
* Falling in so far

* Looking up because
we're headed away

* We are

* Before I'm the one
I will be reaching
out for you

* And holding on too much

WAITER: What can I get you?

* I can remember how we were

* Then

* You know that everything
will be all right

MAN: She's got quite
the voice, huh?

Yeah.

What do you think
it is that separates

the ones that make it
from the ones that don't?

Timing.

That's it.

I mean,
just think of all those
pompous assholes

who take
everything from life
as if they've earned it

when all that's
really happened

is they weren't
where the bullets hit.

What do you do
for a living?

Medical electronics.
Sales rep.

That's interesting.

Have you noticed
that's all anybody talks
about these days?

Violence, guns, death.

Just making conversation.

But you just met me,
and already you're
talking about bullets.

Whatever happened to
rides in the country,
picnics, cotton candy?

You want to go get
some cotton candy?

No. Not with you.

* I realize

* We may only last a while

* But it's worth
everything I have

* To see you smile

(RINGING)

Hello?

Hi. It's Derian McCall.

Ah.

So, it all looks really
like business to me,

and now he's in
his office alone.

Yes. Well, no one ever
accused Michael of
not being a workaholic.

Yeah. Well, in this case,
that might be a good thing.

So...

What do you think
of my husband so far?

What do you mean?

Michael's the kind of man
who leaves an impression.

I'm hired to
make observations,
Mrs. Farrow-Smith,

not give reviews.

(CHUCKLES)

The observer
and the observed.

Perhaps his charm
works better
at closer distances.

I wouldn't know.

You don't even know yet
why I married him, do you?

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

Actually,
what I can't figure out
is why he married you.

My gut tells me
this is all
I'm going to find.

The only woman
that came within
any proximity

of your husband
was this one.

But they were then
joined by this man.

That would be
Susan and Bill Novick.

My husband's been
courting their money
for the past six months.

You sound disappointed.

Did you ever wake up in
the middle of the night

and think you hear rats?

But you still can't
get back to sleep.

I wouldn't have thought
you would have much
experience with rats.

I may surprise you yet.

I'd like to keep you
on retainer.

(SIGHS) Listen,
honestly, I can spend
a lot of your money

following your
husband around.

I don't want you
to follow him.

What do you want?

I'll never
really be certain

until I see how he reacts
to the right temptation.

(SCOFFS)

This was it from
the beginning,
wasn't it?

I just spent a week
spinning my wheels.

You're the only one
who can do it.

I'm sorry,
but I think you might
be in the market

for a different type
of professional service.

(LAUGHS) I'm just
talking about a little
harmless flirtation.

It's a test.

It's the only way that
I'll ever know for sure

that I can trust him,
that's all.

It's not really
part of my
job description.

I'll double your salary.

Help me.

I need you.

(SIGHS)

Legally this would be
considered entrapment.
You know that.

It's got nothing
to do with the law.

All right.

As far as anyone knows,
this is a straight

watch and follow,
Mrs. Farrow-Smith.

I think, Derian,
that when one woman
asks another woman

to try to seduce
her husband,

first names
are in order.

MICHAEL: Set?

I'll whack you.

(MEN GRUNTING)

(MICHAEL CHUCKLING)

That was a good one.

Wednesday?

Talk to me
after my bypass.

You got time
for a drink?

MICHAEL: I think
I'm going to hit
the weight room.

Lift a couple for me.

You got it.

I'll talk to you
tomorrow.

All right.
Take care.
Okay.

Great game.

(EXHALING)

Oh!

I'm sorry.
It's my fault.
Are you all right?

I'm going to kill
someone if I don't start
watching where I'm going.

You didn't happen to see
a dark-haired girl,
short, curly hair?

No. You lost your partner?

Today's Tuesday, right?

All day.

Oh. I bet she said
Thursday. Shoot!

Good luck.

Thanks.
Yeah.

Hey! It would be
a shame to waste
a reserved court.

I'm not that
good anyway.

That's all right.

I am.

* Never

* Never

* Never gonna fall

* Never gonna fall

* Never gonna
fall in love again

* Never gonna
fall in love again

* Never

* Now you want me

Are you okay?

Fine. Looks like
our hour is up anyway.

Yeah. Here.

Thanks.

It was fun playing
above my level.

It's the only way
to learn.

Drink? Loser buys?

No, I've got
a rush hour to beat.

But next time
you lose your partner,
please look me up.

I'd like to play.
I enjoyed it.

Great.
Thanks.

Thanks. Bye.

I don't think
he's interested.

ANTHEA: Maybe
you need to try harder.

Michael's very perceptive.
If anything is off,
he'll notice.

Even the slightest thing.

You have to be flawless.

Maybe I'm not his type.

(LAUGHS)
Yes, you are.

Believe me,
I know my husband.
You're his type.

I don't know
how comfortable
I am with this.

With Michael,
it gets easier.

What if after all
this there is nothing?

Are you going to be
happy with that?

Do you think
it's possible
for any of us

to resist
the right temptation?

I really can't say.

You don't know how much
I need you to find out.

Shots twenty.

Okay, guys,
party's over.

All right.
See you later.

I'm serious.
Get the fuck
out of here.

I just have to
go do something.

Yeah?
Yeah. I'll just be
right back.

Derian McCall
for Mr. Farrow-Smith.

She says she has
something for him.

He left it at
the racquetball court.

It'll be one moment.

Hi.

Hi.

It must've popped out of
your bag when I tripped.

By the time I saw it,
you were gone.

My God, I've been
looking for this
for two days.

You have keen eyes.
I'm glad you found it.

Thank you.

Nice view.

It's something, isn't it?

I put myself
through college
driving a taxicab.

I spent my life
down there in the filth
and the heat and the traffic.

I promised myself
if I ever made it,

I'd get as far away
from that as possible.

When I got up here,

everything just
started to make sense.

From here, you can
view the world
at a distance.

I don't need much else,

not even a watch.

You should take
better care of
your valuable things.

I have been
told that before.
Please, come sit down.

Looks old.

My father gave it to me
after I graduated
high school.

It's supposed to be lucky.

It seems to have worked.
You got your view.

I don't remember
giving you my last name.

How did you find me?

I recognized your face.

I've seen you on
the financial page
a couple of times.

That's funny.
You don't strike me
as a financial page type.

It's just something
to read when I'm stuck

down there in the traffic
and the filth.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, it's not very often

that someone goes to
so much trouble
for a perfect stranger.

It wasn't
that much trouble.

Nonetheless,
I feel like

I want to give you some
kind of a reward, but...

Something tells you
I wouldn't take it?

Well, would you?

No.

Well, I better be going.

Um...

Well, maybe at least
I could buy you a drink.

We're back to
talking "reward"?

No.

I would just simply
like to buy you a drink.

I'll meet you
back here at 8:00.
How's that?

Bye.
Bye.

Let's see now,
I forget.
Who owes who?

Don't give me shit, Falco.

Did you make the call?

Yeah,
Mr. Wall Street, right?

Did you find anything?

Let's see.
Here we go.

Well, like we knew,
he's dick-deep

in other people's money,
that's for sure.

He buys, sells,
and takes his cut.

High stakes shit.
But as far as anyone
downtown knows,

he's done nothing
that'll pop a woody
on Mike Wallace.

Why are you interested?

I'm doing a marital
on the guy.

Well, I've got a call
to Maryanne with the Feds.

She'll let me know
if he doesn't squeak.

Thanks, Falco.
I really appreciate it.

Hey, you were
a good cop, you know?

What the hell
are you doing following
cheating husbands around?

It pays the light bill.
What can I tell you?

You're doing all right, huh?

(SIGHS)

I'm doing okay, yeah.

Derian, I was always
on your side.

You just walked away
too soon.
You could have made it.

Made what?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

I wouldn't have thought
this would be
your kind of place.

Well, I stopped having
my shirts stuffed
a few years ago.

That's not what I meant.

Of course it is.

I started coming here
when I was going to college.

Business school?

Medicine.

Really?

No shit.

What happened?

Everybody seemed to be
into it for the money.

And all they ever
talked about was
stock options.

So I decided to
cut out the middleman.

(LAUGHS)

And you?

I...

I was a cop.

You're kidding.

On the job four years
and two months.

You're serious.

I just wasn't
very good at it.

Bullshit.

So what did you work?

Vice.

Undercover.

Why did you quit?

(SIGHS) I don't know you
well enough to say.

Fair enough.

So what do you do now?

Insurance claims.

It's not that different
from police work, really.

A little legwork,
a lot of paperwork.

I'm married.

I just wanted
to let you know.

I didn't want to give you
the wrong impression.

Well, I'm single,

for what it's worth.

It's not that I have
a perfect marriage.

Far from it.

But I don't cheat.

And I didn't
want you to think...

Would you excuse me
for a moment?

MICHAEL:
I would just simply
like to buy you a drink.

DERIAN: I'm single,
for what it's worth.

CARL: I don't believe you.

I've just have to
go do something.

Damn, she pulled the wire.

Not again.

The signal's dead.

I'm addicted to
everything about you.

WAGNER:
You can't let it
get to you.

Are you okay?

Sure.

You haven't said much
since we left.

I guess I'm just tired.

MAN: Come on!

What the hell?

DERIAN:
What are you doing?

MAN 1: Hold him!
Hold him down!

MAN 2: Light him up, man.

Spark him up.

I'll be right back.

Get the fuck out of here!

MAN 2: Why don't you mind
your own business, asshole?

Let him go.

You want to fuck
with me? Huh?

(ALL GRUNTING)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Get the fuck out!

You all right?

Hey! Hey!

I just want to help.
I just want to help!

What the fuck is
wrong with people?

It was a gang initiation.

Gang initiation?

They got to kill
somebody to get in.

Let's get out of here.
Come on.

Poor guy.

Are you all right?

It scared
the shit out of me.

You didn't look scared.

No?

It didn't seem
to stop you.

Yeah, well, it helps
not having enough time
to consider one's options.

I think that's what
defines us as people.

How you react when
there's no time
to think, you know?

A couple seconds either way,
everything would be
different for all of us.

Jesus Christ!

It was so stupid
getting out of the car.

I'm sorry.

Goddamn it.

You saved that guy's life.

I'll walk you in.

It's like 10 feet away.

Please.

Thanks for the drink.

I really think
it was brave,
what you did.

Well, it certainly was
an exciting night.

About what I said
at the bar...

No, you don't have to.

Please, I would like to.

A lot of times,
I wish things
were different.

But they're not.

So...

Yeah.

You better watch out.
They tow here
in two seconds flat.

Right. Thanks for the tip.

I had a great time.

Me, too.

Bye.

(RINGING)

(GRUNTING)

You've been cooped up all day.
You want to go out, don't you?

(SQUEALS)

Come on.

Here we go.

Just what I wanted to do.

Okay.

(MOANING)

(MOANING CONTINUES)

MAX: Don't you eat?

You get skinnier
every time I see you.

I eat, Max.

Mr. Farrow-Smith getting any?

The Farrow-Smith case?
What's the status?

Oh, there's...

There's nothing there.

You found the only
faithful husband
in America.

I'll alert the media.

I'm closing it out today.
Good.

I got a missing kid
on hold,
probably a runaway,

but his parents
work for the UN.

Are you hearing this?

Yeah. Yeah.

Good. Close out
Farrow-Smith
and you're up.

ANTHEA: Michael didn't
come home last night.

DERIAN: I know.

Did you...

You got what you wanted.

Did you get
what you wanted?

Don't play that with me.

This was your manipulation.

As I recall, the idea was
to tempt him, not fuck him.

Was it?

You have to
tell me everything.
What was he like?

Tell you everything?

Yes. Don't you see?

Now I know what
he's capable of.

This is how you get
your kicks, isn't it?

You were hired
to do a job.

Unless
it's become personal.

Oh, well, I think
there's some things

you need to know
about my husband.

He's not what he seems.

I'm through
with both of you
and your game playing.

What about his games?

You think
you're going to be
able to leave him

now that you've
let him in?

Just watch me.

Derian! Wait! Wait!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I lied, all right?

I did want you
to follow him,

but I wasn't
manipulating you.

What do you think?
You think I want you
to sleep with my husband?

The truth is,
I thought that
in following him

you'd uncover
his business deals

and the people
that he's involved with.

What are you
talking about?

He's gotten involved
in some high-risk
transactions.

And I'm scared of the people
that he's dealing with.

Oh, shit!

Everything is
spinning out of control

and he's become violent,
and he hit me.

Michael doesn't seem
like the kind of guy
to hit a woman.

Excuse me. Could I have
a little seniority here?

I think I know my husband
better than you do.

I'm afraid that both
Michael and I are
going to end up dead.

And I need you.
I need you to
stay close to him.

I need you to find out
what's going on

so that I can
get us out of it.

Does Michael know
you put me on to him?

No. Are you... No!

And I'm sorry I lied,
I really am. I just...

I didn't know what to do.

I'm scared.

Jake Halstead.
Real estate maven.

Disappeared about
three years ago.

We figure he's
playing goldfish tag

right about now
with Jimmy Hoffa.

He was in bed with
your boy for a while.

They were connected
through a series of
holding companies.

Nominally legal,
of course.

And then when
Halstead disappeared,

he also disappeared
with a shit load of money

formerly in
the possession of

some seniors in
the Boca Raton area.

And of course
they wound up with

a nice piece of
alligator hunting ground.

Halstead disappears
and Farrow-Smith prospers.

The guy lands
on his feet every time.

Right now
his company is under
investigation by Justice.

For what?

Well, ostensibly,
he's still involved
in real estate.

I mean, he buys down
and sells up.

But he's been involved
with some guys
in organized crime,

and we really think
that he's using
the realty company

as a front for
a money laundering operation.

Do you have
any evidence?

Do I have
any evidence? Yeah.

A little inference

and a lot of
gut feeling.

Which is why
I want to talk to you.

I mean, you're already
on the inside.

You could be
a big help to us.

Inside?

I'm not asking you
to wear a wire.

I just want you to
keep your eyes open.

Falco will be
our contact.

Come on,
what do you say?

I'm sorry.

But I can only work
for one client at a time.

Okay.

I'm sorry, Falco.

It's not your fault.

Tell me something,
are you involved
with this Farrow-Smith guy?

Excuse me?

Just asking.

DERIAN: Three more seconds.

That's all I needed,
was three more seconds.

You can't let it
get to you.

He was dropping his gun.

Why didn't they wait?
I was talking him down.

We weren't willing
to take that risk.

It doesn't take
three seconds to know

you'd trade
dead criminals
for dead cops.

And these were our people.
You hesitated.
You could be dead.

I didn't hesitate.
I didn't shoot him.

Why did you shoot him?

Sometimes
you just have to
expedite the scene.

Aren't we supposed
to be the good guys?

Listen, the report
is going to read that
when Joey's gun jammed...

(GUN FIRES)

...that's when we made
the call to drop him.

You with me on this?

(DOOR CREAKING)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

(PIG SQUEALING)

(MAN GROANS)

Negative on
blood on the floor.

Well, I stabbed him
pretty good with this,
in the shoulder.

Anybody turns up
in the ER with a chunk of
wood in his shoulder,

we'll turn him
on a spit.

You're telling me
everything, right?

Of course I am.

I mean, you know,
'cause I'm thinking

some guy you've gotten
the skinny on,

somebody with
a lot to lose,

wants to take a look
at your records.

They're kept
at the office.
Anybody would know that.

I don't know.
Maybe somebody
just wants to make sure

you're not holding
on to something
for future reference.

It would take me
a week to even

figure out what was
missing from this.

We'll take this to the lab,
check it for blood residue.

Looks like this tip
has been broken clean off.

I'm still checking
for prints.

MAN: Check out the pig.
Hey, piggy.

You okay, Derian?

Yeah, I'm just
pretty shaken up.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.

Someone broke into
my apartment last night
while I was there.

Are you all right?
Did you get hurt?

I'm okay.

The police came.
It's over.

Did they catch him?

No.

Derian, come here.

I'm sorry.

I haven't been able
to stop thinking about you.

All I want to do is
be able to take care of you.

Protect you.

Somewhere there
waits a wife.

Somewhere,
but not waiting.

All I can think about is
how much I want to be
with you right now.

Yeah?

(SIGHS)

(BOTH MOANING)

MICHAEL: I can hear
all the years
just rushing by

like some kind of
runaway train.

All I have to show
for it is a house
with no furniture,

and an empty marriage.

Michael...

Why don't you
level with me?

Why the sudden interest?

Do you prefer
to keep it casual?

There is nothing

casual about us.

You're everything
that I want.

That's a dangerous statement.

You're like an addiction.

Yeah.

And you're a married man.

Yes, I am.

I don't have to be.

You know, I often think
about how pleasant
life would be without Anthea.

Is that an idle thought?

(CHUCKLES)
Well, she could take
a tumble down the stairs.

Excuse me?

Jesus Christ, Derian,
I was joking.

Besides, I think
she's seeing someone.

She's been acting
very strange lately.

Meetings she has that
she won't talk about.

Places that she
has to go by herself.

Just the other day,

I found this in her car.

It's a man's ring.
She knows I found it.

But of course,
she can't talk
to me about it.

I even thought of
hiring someone.

Hiring someone?

Yes.

A detective.

Do you want the job?

What do you mean?

It's not exactly insurance
investigation, but...

Derian, what's the matter?

Nothing. I just...

You just what?

Oh.

I guess you're throwing
a lot of information at me.

You're right.
I'm sorry.

Anthea is my problem.

Do you love her?

We've just been going
through the motions
for a very long time now.

But you care
if she's seeing
someone else,

even though you're
right here with me.

No. I just want
to know where I stand.

I thought it was
the husband we were on.

Change of plan.

(KNOCKING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Buzzer doesn't work.

I noticed.

I'll have to come down.

A women with
her kind of money

hanging out with
a loser like him.

That doesn't make sense.

Travis, your powers
of perception are uncanny.

Uncanny.

What? What did I say?

ANTHEA: Finally.

Do you meet many of
your clients here?

Yeah.
I wind up in a lot of
fun places with my job.

ANTHEA: Are those
bullet holes?

DERIAN: Yeah, .45s.

Two guys got shot.

Don't touch them.

Then the car
was stripped,

the dead bodies
are still inside.

God, that's horrible.

DERIAN: I'm just doing
the insurance write-up
for the car.

We document the damage
for the underwriter.

What will they do
with the car?

Why?
Are you interested
in buying it?

After it's out of
impound,
they'll fix it up,

and sell it to somebody
who will think

they got a deal on
an almost-new BMW.

I just hope karma
doesn't cover cars.

Bye, Joe.

JOE: Okay, Derian.

ANTHEA: You said
you had something
to show me.

A little extra service bonus?

Knowing what's going on
keeps me alive.

Who is this guy?

None of your business.

I didn't ask you
to follow me.

No. You just gave me
four different stories

of why I should
follow your husband.

You're worried
he's cheating,

you're worried
he's violent,

you want me
to sleep with him,

you're scared of
his business partners.

And just as one
story turns out
to be bullshit,

a sliver of it
twists and spins
into the next story

blurring the lines of
what's really true
and what isn't.

What are you
hiding, Anthea?

Hmm?

Who is this guy?

How do you know
he's not my
down-on-his-luck brother?

Well, for one thing,
you're an only child.

It's so nice to know
I hired a pro.

You know what I think?
I think you wanted
out of your marriage,

but on your terms,
with leverage.

I was the lever.

I'm officially
off the job, Anthea.

Goodbye.

It wasn't too hard
for you to blur
that line, was it?

Did watching him
for me make it

that much more
interesting for you?

I don't know.

You put me
undercover as bait,

hoping Carl would
bite hook and
I'd get him that way.

Then you didn't let me
do my fucking job!

Your fucking job
is to walk out of
a situation alive.

You did.
That's right, I did.

And you had
somebody killed
that you didn't have to.

The call was made.
We stand by it.

That's great.
'Cause you know what?

I'm done.

It'll be here
when you come back.

RECEPTIONIST:
Mr. Farrow-Smith?
Yes, Janice.

Line 2, Derian McCall.

Can you have
her hold, please?
I'll be right on.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Derian.

DERIAN: Hi, Michael.

I was just
thinking about you.

I'm standing at
my office window,

imagining you
down there somewhere.

Michael, it has to end.

What's the matter?

Everything.

Derian,

we have done
nothing wrong.

All you have done
is forced me
to face the fact

that my marriage
has been over
for a very long time.

Michael, please,
it has to end.

Christ, Derian,
you can't do this.

Not like this.
Not on the phone.

That's the only way
I can do it.

I'm sorry. You know,

it really is
something up here.

All this randomness

somehow has some
kind of special order,

if you just see it
from the right distance.

Derian, that's what
you have to do.

You have to see this
from the right distance.

I just need some time.
Then you and I,
we can be together.

Michael...

I have to hang up now.

Okay, Derian.

You do what
you have to do,
and so will I.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Derian, it's Travis.
Can you get over here?

(SIGHING)
What is it?

There's something
I want you to
take a look at.

It's our boy from
the low-rent district.

I'm off that job, Travis.

Yeah. But I think
you're going to
want to see this.

Why?

Would you just
get over here?

Okay.

All right.

I'm going to run out.
If you get here first,
you know where the keys are.

Don't go drinking
my last beer, all right?

(GRUNTING)

Travis!

(BIN CLATTERS)

(RINGING)

Travis, I was...

WOMAN: Derian,
you have to help me.

Who is this?
It's Anthea.

(CRYING) Michael's
going to kill me.

What are you
talking about?

I called him
on everything.

The people he's been
doing business with,
fucking with my trust fund,

you, everything.

He hit me, Derian.
He pushed me
down the stairs.

What?

He just kept hitting me.

I'm bleeding.
I'm so scared.

Where is he now?

He's upstairs, I think.
I don't know.

God, he's out of his mind.
It's totally dark here.

He pulled the circuit
breakers, I think.

Do you hear me?
When I hang up here,
I want you to call the police.

Oh, God, help me.

I'm coming over.

Call the police,
Anthea. Okay?

Okay, okay.

Anthea?

Anthea?

Anthea?

He went crazy.

Did you shoot him?

It went off.
It hit the ceiling.

All right.
Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

Where is he?

I don't know.
I think he's upstairs.

Did you call the police?

I want you to go
outside, okay?

Go outside and wait
for the police to get here.

Will you be okay?
Yeah.

I'm going to see
if he's still here.

Michael?

Michael?

(SIREN BLARING)

OFFICER 1: Move, move!

OFFICER 2: Yes, sir.

If anybody is
in the house,

I want you to identify
yourself now.

Anybody in the house,
come out with your hands up.

Let me see your hands!
Put the gun down,
nice and slow.

Put your hands in the air.
Turn around!

Put your hands
on your head.

Do you have any
weapons on you?

Waistband.

Okay, check it out.

Come on, Ms. McCall.

Derian,
it doesn't look good.

They have an eyewitness
in Mrs. Farrow-Smith,

a small mountain
of circumstantial evidence.

Your fingerprints
are all over
the murder weapon.

It looks like
you were involved
with a romantic triangle,

and Michael Farrow-Smith
was killed over it.

(SIGHS)

That may be
our best tact.

Heat of passion,
lean toward
temporary insanity.

It's workable
if we get the right jury.

Only it never
happened that way.

She set me up
so she could kill him.

That's what happened.

For the almost-
nothing-it's-worth,
I believe you.

But you've been seen
stalking this guy
for some time.

It was my job
to follow him.

She hired me
to follow him.

Let me play D.A. here.

I'm thinking that maybe
you got caught up
with your target.

Got involved with him,
obsessed on him.

It happens.

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLING)

A picture.

Travis...

Travis wanted me
to see that picture.

Why did he want me...
Ask Travis.

Travis? Travis Monroe?

Yeah. He had a picture.

Jesus, Derian,
I thought you knew.

Knew what?

Travis was killed
the other night.

What?
Yeah.

Looks like some
random nut thing.

We found his body
stuffed in a dumpster
behind his building.

Jeff,

I want you to go
to my apartment.

On the table,
when you first
walk in the door,

there's a picture.

I want you
to bring it to me.

I want you
to go to my office,

get every single thing
in the Farrow-Smith file.
All right?

Bring me everything
that's in it.

That was not
a random thing.

That was not
a random thing.

He's not dead, Falco.

Who's not dead?

Michael Farrow-Smith.

They were both
setting me up
from the beginning.

They're in this together.

Hey, wait a minute.
You're going to
have to start

a little slower, okay?

Listen to me.

Michael's about to
go down hard on
money laundering, right?

The Feds are
this close to getting him.
If they don't, the mob will.

He needs the ultimate out.

So you're telling me
he faked his own death?

Doesn't it solve
a lot of his problems?

He's got a tailor-made
suspect. He's got me.

Okay, so what about the stiff?

You know, the one with
the Michael Farrow-Smith
toe tag on it.

I think it's this guy.

We trailed Anthea
to his place.

Look at his shoulder.

Unless I'm wrong,
this is the same guy
that broke into my place.

He was trying
to make sure
that I didn't have

any evidence that
would unravel their plan.

So who is he?

I don't know.

Some guy they hired
to do whatever
they needed done

until they didn't
need him anymore.

So they blew off his face
to make him pass for Michael?

I think it's possible.

It was not Michael's watch
on the body I saw.

Did you run prints
on the body?

His hands were blown off,
defensive gesture.

Falco, I know
I stuck that guy

who broke into my place
with that Indonesian statue.

If this is the same guy,

he would have
a puncture wound
in his left shoulder.

Would you look?
Would you check to see?

There might still be
mahogany traces
in the shoulder.

Okay, I'll tell you what,
I'll take this picture.

I'll run a forensic comparison

on this guy and the guy
in the morgue. Okay?

I'll even comb through
the evidence room.
I'll do what I can.

Guard!

(BELL BUZZING)

Well, Derian, I guess
this is your lucky day.

Okay, there you go.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Hi. Do you have
your ticket?

It's electronic.
Alice Jones.

Okay, I'll just need
to see an ID.

Thanks.

OFFICER: Police business.
Out of the way, please.
Step aside, please.

Mrs. Anthea Farrow-Smith?

Metropolitan Police, ma'am.
Can you step this way, please?

What's this about?

Material witness
to a homicide.

Did this man book a flight?

No, sir, I'm sorry.

But there is a Herbert Jones
pre-checked with Mrs. Jones.

He should be
on the plane already.

Where's the guy
in the seat next to you?

I don't know.
No one else has boarded.

Damn.

Derian.

You look down,

see how you can use life
to your advantage.

I know
you have no reason
to believe me,

but everything that
happened between us,

that was real.

It was so real
you wind up here,
making your escape,

and I wind up
with a murder rap,
looking at life in prison.

Once everything
was set in motion,

Jesus Christ,
I couldn't get out.

And I believed
everything you told me.

Derian, you were
part of our plan
at the beginning, that's true.

But it was a simple plan.

It was never supposed to
go on this long.

Nobody was
supposed to get hurt.

What about that guy
on the bed?

He was dead.

And what about Travis?

That was not my idea.

Just wound up that way?

Anthea hated watching me
fall in love with you.

But she wanted it
at the same time.

She knew the only way
she could have you
was through me.

We let it go on too long.

The people
we owed money to,

they started to figure out
what was going on.

Anthea got desperate.
She panicked.

But you didn't panic,
did you, Michael?

The cops picked up
Anthea at the airport.

How come
you weren't with her?

I told you.

I wanted out of my marriage.

I want to be with you.

I don't believe
you were part of this.

I have $20,000
in this envelope,

and a numbered
bank account
with $37 million.

We could be anyone we want.

We could start
a new life tomorrow.

If you mean that,
then turn
yourself in, Michael.

Don't threaten me,
Derian. Don't.

If you don't, Michael,

I will.

I'm not going to jail.

I'm not going to spend
the rest of my life

in some fucking
black hole.

Well, Derian,

it's like I said.

You have to do
what you have to do.

And so do I.

What are you going to do,
Derian, shoot me?

Come on, Derian.
Shoot me in the back.

Don't do this, Michael.

Come on.
Shoot me in the back.

Come on, Derian.

Come on!

Come on!

God, Michael.

(DIALING)

OPERATOR: 9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

(SIREN BLARING)

Ma'am? What is the nature
of your emergency?

Hello?

Ma'am?

(SIRENS BLARING)

WAGNER: Your job is to walk
out of a situation alive.

You did.