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PROFILER 1X19:
FTX: FIELD TRAINING EXERCISE

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 04/12/1997
TRANSCRIBED FROM DVD

Mr. O'Connor?
It's Ted Fiorello.

What the hell is that?
Is that you, O'Connor?

Promised you I'd be here, didn't I?
And I keep my promises.

Up here.

Unh! Come on. Come on!

I hear you, Teddy, but
promises are promises.

You promised I could trust
you, but I think you lied.

Well, timing fits. Grace said that the
body was in the ground about four months.

Kay Lee Norris, 27. Drove
for Dixie States Overland.

She went missing two days
after your friend Angel

was saved from Jack by
a lady truck driver.

He hunted her down, and he killed her.

No good deed goes unpunished. We'll start
by confirming that she drove that route.

P.A.: Please assemble at
the command center for a

briefing on the field
training exercise at 0900.

I forgot about that damn thing.

Yeah. Hey, uh, Nathan, uh ... any way
I can get a copy of these, please?

No problem. Instead of catching killers,
we have to waste our time with an FTX.

Oh! Shee!

Hi, Nate.

I guess I should've called first, huh?

Uh ... Sam, I don't think
you've ever met my wife before.

Michelle. Michelle Brubaker.

Nice meeting you.

Very nice meeting you.
I'll see you there.

I'm taking depositions in our
Atlanta office all week.

So I ... thought I'd drop by.

Well, it's a bad morning. We're right in
the middle of a training exercise, and-

Is there some place we can talk?

I've got about five minutes, Michelle.

I've been talking to my folks, and I
spent some time with your mother.

Look, we're friends, Nate,
and I needed her advice.

She agrees with me. It's
stupid to go on like

this if you insist on
staying with the Bureau.

Yeah, maybe.

Probably. But I like how
you always pitch this

so I'm the one who has
to change or else.

Well, that's kind of the way it is.
I'm still

the same person I was
when we were married.

You're the one that
took the big left turn.

- If all I did every day
was to hold your clients'

hands through living trust and
probate hearings, I'd die.

This is my job. It
makes a difference.

And one day it might get you killed.
It's an

amicable divorce. The
court considers the

fact that we've been apart
nearly a year, and,

essentially, we just
cease being married.

Doing this is terrible for me, too, Nate.
But not doing it is worse.

So how does this sound? Sea
Island, Cabana on the beach...

Mmm.

Just you and me ... and the waves.
You know, they say that

pounding waves release massive
amounts of ions, and ions are sexy.

Why do you need ions,
Malone, when you've got me?

But I can't go. Art just
came back from San Diego.

Wait a minute. Haven't you been
separated for over a year?

Correct me if I'm wrong, Ellen,

but I was under the impression that you
were in charge of your life, not Art Behar.

He hopes we can straighten things out.

And what do you hope for?

Tell me about the ion thing again.

Well, you can beg me when we get there.
I've got to go. I'll talk to you later.

Bye.
- Yeah. Bye.

I'm crazy about you.

Ed.

How're you doing?
All right.

How are you? It's been three years, huh?

Just about.

So what've you got up your sleeve for us?
I heard it took Dallas 36 hours

to crack this one. I got a box of
cigars says we can do it better.

(It's not a game this time.

Oh, it's never a game to you
desk jockeys. What's up?

We've got a mole in the bureau
selling our covert operations.

Not here.

Well, actually, we haven't ruled that out.
You know Ted Fiorello?

Of course. He was undercover with the
O'Connor mob for the last six months.

I was on the tactical advisory
board for the whole thing.

Well, we think this mole
fingered him to Cahill O'Connor,

and that's why O'Connor torched him.
It was terrible.

Why wasn't I told?
That's why I'm here.

I see.

I'm digging for the mole using these
Field Training Exercises as a cover.

Well, you're not gonna
find him at the VCTF.

Between agents and staff,
you've got 65 people

cleared for this facility.
How can you be

sure one of them hasn't
figured out a way to

get a look at your
secret communications?

You know damn well those are eyes only.
They never leave my desk.

You're accusing me?

No. I'm not.

But I've already cleared Dallas, San Diego
and Boston, so he's either got to be in

New York or here. We don't copy the details
of our undercover work to anyone else.

Well, I know my people, Ed.
They do not sell

covert intelligence
to organized crime.

I hope you're right. So far, I'm only
giving you the straight facts. I want this

FTX to shake things up, and hopefully,
flush our mole out in the open so when

I brief your people, I'm gonna mix up
the truth a little bit, create some

intentional discord. Oh,
I brought a referee

with me to help. You
know Agent Behar?

Behar ... Art Behar?

Yeah. I called him back
from San Diego for this.

Oh ... let's say I've
heard a lot about him.

Ok, people, here's the drill.
For those of you

who've never participated
in an FTX, it's kind

of a war game, a fictitious
problem to test how

we work as a unit for
as long as it takes.

Now, deputy director Ed Portrero from
Quantico is gonna run the exercise.

Ed?
Thank you.

That means I'm god, and from here on,
reality is only what I say it is.

Agent Ted Fiorello was killed
two weeks ago in Cleveland.

Some say he deserved it,
that he was dirty. He was

selling information to the
O'Connor syndicate, and

it seems O'Connor finally
got tired of paying. The

fact Fiorello went bad
is less important to us

than how we let it happen.
The code of silence, the

buddy system, that's our enemy.
Someone in this

VCTF is carrying on where
Fiorello left off. There's

a mole in this room, and
I want you to find him.

Well, a few weasels in here
I know about, but no moles.

You can't afford not to take
this seriously, Freleng.

Exactly. So here's what
you're looking for -

an eyes only briefing
memo copied by the mole.

He or she has hidden it in the VCTF.
Details of an undercover

mob infiltration that could
get more agents killed.

See a blue dot? Don't waste your time.
You're cold.

Put them on files, desks,

the obvious places. You'll
have to be more clever.

Just initial it and move on.

Let's get started.

Uh, uh, just-I'd like to
be clear here. For the

purpose of the exercise,
one of us is a mole?

Yes, for the purpose of the exercise,
I've made one of you a traitor.

What's Portrero up to, Bailey?
An FTX.

Yeah, I heard, but that doesn't make sense.
I mean, come on, you saw those photos.

Fiorello was supposedly on O'Connor's
payroll, and he wasn't wired or anything?

I'm under orders not to
confirm anything, Sam.

Why? Do they think there's a real
mole here in the Task Force?

It's more than an exercise.
That's all I can say about it.

When I was called back to D.C.

last week, it was only the first volley.
I was really caught off-guard.

It's awfully cold in here. So, what
exactly am I being accused of?

You're not being accused of anything.
Everyone values your service,

Agent Malone. But there have been some ...
irregularities.

I've done nothing improper.

Concerns have been raised
about improper methods,

illegal wiretapping,
dubious informants -

By whom?

Take care you make no accusations, Malone.

I will not be dictated to or
have my integrity questioned.

You choose.

Just watch my back for me, Sam.
I've got the feeling the

sniper scope is pointed
between my shoulder blades.

Eyes only security memos
come by courier or encrypted

e-mail, and they never
leave Bailey's office.

Which, I assume, is why
we're looking for a copy.

Ok, here's the password.

So let's use a copy machine.

No, you'd get caught.
Like, every square inch

of this place has got a
security camera on it.

Besides, you can't copy it.
It's printed on non-copy blue

which was developed for
anti-counterfeit protection.

You can't fax it, you can't scan it. You
need special lenses to take a photo of it.

The CIA makes a special paper
that you can sandwich to

it, and expose it to a bright light, but
that's the only way. 132-bit encryption.

You need ten million monkeys
to hack your way into that.

Thanks.

Grace is the least likely
one of us to suspect,

so I say she's the one
Portrero made his mole.

Ah, the Perry Mason School of Deduction.
So, how serious do we get?

This is an FTX, Nate. Either we waste
our time trying to think things

through, or we do what he wants us
to do: Invade each others' privacy.

I'll dump out her desk.
Great.

Ok, blue dot.

No ... the chemical's too messy.

But ... too hot.

Autopsy table.

Whoa, John, check it out.
What?

Grace has got a book about being pregnant.

"What your mother wouldn't tell you."

Uh-uh, pass. It's a reference.

Uh, no. This is a gift
from her husband. "Only

eight months to read this and counting.
Morgan."

Grace is pregnant? Why didn't she tell us?

She obviously didn't want us to know.
Now I feel lousy.

Me, too. Still ... pregnant women aren't
supposed to have caffeine, are they?

Nope.

So ... what is Grace doing
with a hot coffee pot?

All righty, stop the clock!

We got microdots, cameras, special
lenses, the whole ugly deal.

We found this little buddy
here in Grace's espresso.

Grace, you little snake!

Portrero made me do it. Kind of a
short career as a mole, though, huh?

How'd you find it?

Elementary. And you're not drinking that
much java these days, are you, "mom"?

Who told you?

Nathan went through your desk. He
found your "I'm pregnant" book.

"I'm pregnant."
You're pregnant?

Two months.

I didn't want to say
anything until I was sure -

But I am. I'm sure.

Oh, That's wonderful!
Congratulations.

Thank you.

Thank you. I will. Thank you.

Hey, Ed, we just beat Dallas by
34 hours, 9 minutes, and ...

... 47 seconds.

That's not important now. Behar
just found these in your desk.

My desk! What the hell
were you doing in my desk?

It's government property, Malone.
Subject to random security checks.

A box of paper for making
copies of non-photo

blue, and three eyes
only briefing memos

on Ted Fiorello's undercover work, which
should've gone back to Quantico weeks ago.

I sent them back, Ed, the same day.

Not by the looks of it. I'm
sorry, Bailey, but until we

get this straightened out, I'm
taking charge of the VCTF.

You're suspended.

It was in that drawer just
before you walked in my office.

Believe me, it wasn't in there.

But after we started the
FTX, you were gone,

and your office was unlocked.
Is that S.O.P.?

I don't keep sensitive
documents in my desk.

I have a safe for that.

I want those fingerprinted.

Be my guest, Ed. I never saw that
box of copy paper. I did send the

memos back to Quantico. If my initials
are on them, so are my prints.

Oh, of course, but how are you
going to prove that somebody

planted them in your desk? I don't
see a way out of this for you.

You know what? There's your answer.

This is about thirty times normal
speed, time of day is 11:07.

Did you, uh, you check
the gear recently, Ron?

Yes, sir. Scheduled maintenance.
No anomalies. Number A-30, the

camera in Agent Malone's office, has
less than half its service life.

Dresden is in charge of the
video surveillance system.

He'd know if there
were any problems.

Uh, freeze it right there.

That's when you found the
papers in Bailey's desk.

Right. So we've watched the whole tape.
An unbroken record since the

time you arrived before nine. No one
touched that desk until we did.

Well, someone had to. Could the
machine have popped out of record?

No, sir. If a frame is missing,
the computer sounds an alarm.

George?
He's right.

Would you rewind it, please?

Art, go through it frame by frame. This
time, in real time with sound, to be sure.

I'm ordering a complete background
check, Bailey. Full financial

disclosure, the works. You got a
hair out of place, I'll find it.

Yeah, do what you have to do.

Well, you could save us all a lot of time
and trouble if you'd go on the polygraph.

No lie detectors, Bailey.

You've seen it backfire on enough suspects.

Did you know Ted Fiorello?

We were classmates at the academy.

Did you give information to Cahill
O'Connor that Fiorello was undercover?

Of course not, Jersey.

Just simple answers, Bailey.

Did you copy eyes only documents?
No.

You live alone?
Yes.

I mean, no.

My daughter just started living with me.

Ok. Don't rush, just gather your thoughts.
You know how this thing works.

Are you a mole?
No. I'm a bunny rabbit.

It was inconclusive, so they'll reject it.

It should've exonerated me, Sam.

It happens, Bailey. That's why they
don't allow those things in court.

So you, Portrero, and Fiorello
went to the Academy together?

We were pretty tight. Competitive.
It was always One, two, three.

Portrero usually had the jump on us.
Graduated first in the class.

Then why is he running this investigation?
He can't be objective.

He's not the only one, Sam.

I think I know why I failed
the lie detector test.

Haven't you been separated for over a year?
I mean, correct me if

I'm wrong, Ellen, but I was under
the impression that you were in

charge of your life, not Art Behar.
What do you hope for? You didn't

seem like that the last time. You
can beg me when we get there.

You don't have to keep watching it.
You and Ellen, huh?

She's a wonderful woman, Art.
She's a wonderful woman.

A wonderful woman ...

Yes, I know. She's my wife.
You son of a bitch.

She was your wife. You're separated.

And you don't even give
a damn that it is on

tape for everyone to hear!
You're flaunting it!

I wasn't flaunting it.
It's the system. Cameras

everywhere constantly - we all
forget about it sometimes.

I'm sorry. It was thoughtless.

Thoughtless. You'll have plenty of
time to think about it in Leavenworth.

You know, they talk about
the VCTF at Quantico.

Bailey Malone's little kingdom.

Your own set of rules.

We use the same book you do.

Not the way I hear it.

You remember a few months ago, they
sent a man out from D.C. named Grimes

to look around? He filed a report.
I read it.

Raised a lot of eyebrows.

Turn around! Turn around!
Don't move! Relax! Relax!

Drop your weapon!
FBI!

Where's your I.D.?
Where's your I.D.?

Cuff him!

First, Malone claimed Jack of All Trades
stole his badge, killed a woman, pinned

her with it. But when Grimes tried to
find out more, Malone froze him out.

What the hell are you doing?

You know the rules of engagement. When an
agent gets burned, we go to the wall. I'm

bringing fifty more agents into town.
We're gonna rock and roll on this clown.

Don't waste your time.
This is VCTF business.

This is an up-yours from Jack. This whack
has your team in his cross hairs, and

he's gonna quit sending
invitations and unload on you.

I'm calling out the cavalry.

Do that and he'll go down so deep
we'll need a diving bell to find him.

How many more people have to die, Malone?

It's my operation, so back off.

Jack nearly iced you, too, Brubaker.

Grimes told me you weren't too
happy the way Malone handled it.

In fact, you were all set to request
additional help from the bureau, right?

I was angry.

It doesn't mean you were wrong.

Malone turned down your request, didn't he?

Who's surprised?

Looks like Portrero and Fiorello
were partners after graduation.

High marks. Bailey was right. Very
competitive in all categories.

How did Portrero get out of
fieldwork at such a young age?

Somebody pushed the panic button.

I just found him.

Who pulled the alarm?
I did.

What happened?
Come on. It's Portrero.

Okay, here we go.

You okay?

This is when Portrero was stabbed.

The camera had been tagged
with a blue dot.

Portrero was checking to see if
it had been initialed.

He was still grading it for Quantico
when you took advantage, didn't you?

What are you talking about?

You're an ex-marine with
expertise in knife fighting.

Portrero's investigating

you for treason, a hanging offense.
Is that clear enough for you?

That's ludicrous, Behar.

Bailey Malone is the best there is.
This is a disgrace.

Disgrace is right! I have suspects
everywhere I look. Sam came out of

retirement to work with Bailey. That
alone suggests working in concert.

George here convicted of illegal
hacking, and John Grant? You drive

a Porsche and have a second home
in the country on government pay?

I will see justice done.

He's really got it in for you, Bailey.

Since this affects all of you ...

I'm involved with Behar's estranged wife.
We've been seeing each other. He found

out while reviewing surveillance
tapes of my office.

I was on the phone with her.

Behar heard it?

Well, we'll just have to
find the killer ourselves.

I don't want any one of you jeopardizing
yourselves trying to help me, so

you give Behar full cooperation. He'll
do everything he can to hurt me.

Unfortunately, that includes hurting you.
So, be prepared.

He'll search your homes. He'll
question your family, loved ones.

He'll get into your private lives.

What's the word?

I'd say 'Grease', but I'd be dating myself.

Passed Behar on the way in.
He looked cheerful as usual.

I just told him that the
body is clean and the killer

did not leave behind any
blood, skin, hair, or fiber.

So, no physical evidence.

But what I didn't tell him was that
the angle of the wounds and the way

Portrero was lifted is almost
identical to the M.O. that Jack uses.

Papa Doc.

One difference. Portrero
was lifted from behind.

The shape and the

length of the wounds indicates
nearly an identical blade to Jack's.

So, the killer could have
used any one of those

scalpels, but he chose
weapons to mirror Jack.

Is it Jack announcing himself?

If Jack was in the VCTF,
it'd explain a lot.

Yeah, like how he was able to
get into our computer system.

No. If Jack used the same technique,
he would have duplicated it exactly.

Which means that he would have
killed Portrero from the front.

Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

It's not Jack.

We've had too many safeguards and
security upgrades since his last stunt.

What if he already had clearance?
He was in the Task Force all along?

"Oh, what a tangled web we weave."

Eleven hits on Task Force
men with backgrounds

unconfirmed by in-person interviews.
These are

people who either live a
lot of time overseas,

or who work in fields
that are specialized.

Jack wouldn't steal documents
for monetary gain.

Sam's right. When Jack
steals, it's to gain power.

He'll shed blood before power.

And he doesn't shed blood indiscriminately.
When he kills, it's

usually to affect me, but I
didn't know Portrero or Fiorello.

When Jack attacked the FBI,
he didn't kill anyone.

It was just a game.

Whoever the mole is,
it's still personal.

He obviously feels persecuted
by the Bureau. So, what do?

He takes the badge,
the symbol of the

FBI, pins it to an agent's
corpse, and displays

them both as biohazards.
Could it be revenge?

We've got sixty-five people here.
Where do we start pointing fingers?

Leave that to me.

Mr. Grant. Your presence is required.

You treat me like a perp?
Like I'm going to run?

I'm coming with you.

I'm aware that you're a lawyer,
Mr. Brubaker, but if you want to remain

in the FBI, you may want to reconsider
impeding a treason investigation.

I can handle this.

WE can handle it.

We searched your house and found this
hidden in the attic. You want to open it?

No. He has a warrant. He wants to
see your reaction to the contents.

He can then testify to
those reactions in court.

Brubaker.

John has rights. You want justice. So do I.

Screw it.

There.

Insurance policy ...

It's my grandfather's will leaving me the
property that my country house sits on.

It's the lease to my Porsche. I wish I
could buy one, but I can't afford it.

Something taken out of me with
a little help from my friends.

Hang in there for me. Just
hang in there, all right?

Now, why would an upstanding
member of the Federal Bureau of

Investigation go by a different
name than the one he was born with?

"County of Lincoln, State of
Nebraska, "by order of the

court, John O'Doyle shall
henceforth be known as John Grant."

Let me see that. Take the
birth certificate, too.

John O'Doyle, born to Patrick
and Noreen O'Doyle of Boston,

Massachusetts. Patrick O'Doyle is one of
the major loan sharks of New England.

Now, I could be wrong, but
Cahill O'Connor works

for an outfit that's
friendly with your father.

Number 1 ... my name is Grant.

Number 2, my mother left my father.
We spent the whole

of my childhood on the move
so that he wouldn't find us.

Number 3 ... I never
believed that my mother's

death was really a car accident.
You're

looking at the last
person in the world who

would help Cahill O'Connor
and Patrick O'Doyle.

Well, if you two are clean, I'd advise
you cooperate. Bailey's going down.

Protecting him will only buy you
obstruction and conspiracy charges.

Let's go.
- That's all.

I, um, I came up with Jersey
Breslow in my past cases search.

Kevin Munt case, serial arson.

Jersey is listed as the emergency
contact for one of the victims.

It's his girlfriend.
Now, at the time,

he was a forensic science
professor at Illinois State,

but he joined the FBI. He
volunteered for the VCTF.

Why wasn't this caught
on his background check?

Well, Jersey has no family, and, you know,
he's kind of a loner, so no one who's

interviewed him even knew
about the girlfriend.

It's always a loner, isn't it?

I can tell you what it's not.
It's not a carving

knife, it's not a screwdriver,
and it's not a harpoon.

I don't care what it's not, Jersey.

Well, working with an
impression made in flesh isn't

a plaster mold. Flesh subsides.
I-I-It's fluid.

Look, I take a photograph of each
puncture wound, I blow it up, I study it.

A tool like this would be used for what?
Piercing? Cutting?

Yes. Prying, sharpening, shaping.

A very specialized blade. Edged
on both sides. - mm-hmm.

With feathering. Do we at least
have a working name for it?

Oh, sure. "Something sharp people
can poke a hole in you with."

Well, Jersey would know precisely the right
weapon to imitate Jack's kill of Papa Doc.

He knows Grace's lab like
the back of his hand.

Maybe he blames us for
his girlfriend's death.

Jersey may have

joined the Task Force with the
express purpose of destroying us.

So ... Jersey, did you have a
girlfriend that died in a fire?

Yes.

Twenty-two days after
her funeral, you

resigned a tenured
professor to join the FBI.

Then you requested the Violent Crimes Task
Force with no alternates. Is that right?

Obviously, you know it is.

And when you learned the top forensics
position was already taken, you

agreed to the number two job even though
you were way overqualified for it.

I don't understand what this is about.

Jersey, why didn't you tell
us about your girlfriend?

I wanted respect on this job, not pity.

What about payback?
Didn't you want back at

those incompetents who
let your girlfriend die?

The VCTF is the only outfit that
could have stopped the son of a

bitch from killing her. Look, I
wanted to be a part of that. Period.

And you don't resent -
Art, Art, that's enough.

Jersey, I'm sorry about this. I know
that you have work to do, so, thank you.

I wasn't finished. I'm going
to talk to him again.

Art, that man is not obsessed. I'm not sure
that I can say the same thing about you.

If Jersey Breslow isn't the mole,
guess who becomes our prime suspect?

Bailey Malone is not capable
of murdering anyone.

You know, maybe you
should think about

withdrawing yourself
from this investigation.

So, he told you.

Of course. Why, he's proud of himself.

He told us that you might have personal
reasons for pursuing this Task Force.

Now, frankly, I think that it
is clouding your judgment.

I am doing my job. All that is
required of you is to do the same.

No, you don't want me to do my job.
You want me

to trump something up
so you can hang Bailey.

If you weren't biased, you'd
entertain the possibility.

You want me to entertain possibilities?
All right ...

how about you're the mole?

You had the motive and the opportunity to
steal the documents and kill Portrero.

That's ridiculous.

No, it's not. But, you didn't.
You love the Bureau.

It's clearly what defines you.

Don't profile me. Just tell me who killed
Portrero if it wasn't Bailey Malone.

This was the last thing Ed Portrero
did before he was killed in the lab.

I already saw this. He was
checking the camera for blue dots.

No. I think Portrero was looking for
something else. I just checked that

camera, and it had markings on it as
if it had something attached to it.

What?

George, can you bring
up the footage of

Bailey at his desk from
earlier this morning?

All right, now time-lapse forward.

All right, so stop it right there.
Right, now rewind ...

All right, stop. Do you see
the blue dot on his desk?

Yeah. I'll enhance it.

Ok, now roll tape.

Wha-wait a minute.

A section of tape is missing.

There's no break in the time code.

Must be a glitch. Hmm. I'm on it.

George? Can you show me how that
camera would zoom in on Bailey's desk?

Oh, there's no zoom on that last one.

No. If there were.

Now, if there was a zoom, you could
read right over my shoulder.

Our security cameras don't have
zoom capacity for just that reason.

Yeah. I was just about to say the
same thing, but, you know, somebody

could modify the camera with, like, a
little servo unit and a zoom lens.

The killer removed it.
- After Portrero found it.

Oh, come on.

But Portrero didn't know
enough about cameras ...

So he had to check the other
cameras to make sure that the

zoom attachment was unique.
George, would you do me a favor?

Can you get a list of all
civilian employees of the

VCTF who applied for agent
status and were denied?

Yeah. It'll take me a second.

Bailey, if you don't need me, I'm
going to check on that glitch.

Dresden, could you just
wait one second, please?

Sam, I've got your
civilian to agent list.

It's two applications
pending, four rejected.

Is one of the rejects Dresden?
Uh, yes.

I signed off on your application a
couple of times, didn't I, Ron?

Doesn't mean I did anything.

Well, I think you did. I
think you put a zoom lens

on the camera in Bailey's
office so that you could

take pictures of secret
documents, and I think that

Portrero found it, and I
think that you killed him.

Drop it!

Let me look. Ok. It's a cut.
It's not that bad.

Get the paramedics!

It's not that bad. I don't know.

Get-get somebody. Get somebody, Bailey.
- You're gonna be ok.

No aerobics for a while
and you'll be just fine.

That scar's going to look disgusting.

Oh, shh.

Thank you very much, John.

Hey ... how are you? You all right?

Yeah, I'm ok. Did Dresden confess?

Not at first. We found his
stash in an equipment conduit.

There were twenty-seven Eyes

Only documents he got
from video capture,

including the one that
got Ted Fiorello killed.

So, he gave it up.

He gave up his contact, who in
turn is giving up Cahill O'Connor.

Not a bad day's work.
He must have been the

one who planted the
papers in your desk, too.

I don't know ... seems
like we pull one nut off

the tree and two more
just take its place.

Grace, your skin, it just looks so amazing.

Thank you. Being pregnant, thank you.

Excuse me?
Am I interrupting?

No. Uh, no, not at all.

You know, Nate, I'll check
in on you a little later.

Take it easy.
- Yeah.

Ok? All right. I'll get a trace
on the files come tomorrow.

You all right? You sure?
He's all yours.

Thank you.

Hi. Are you sure you're ok?

Uh, yeah, I'm ok.

Look, John called, and he
said it wasn't anything

serious, but shouldn't
you go to a hospital or-

I -
Just in case.

Michelle, I've already been treated.
I-I trust these people.

With your life, I guess.
- Yeah.

God, Nathan ...

you don't know how many times I've closed
my eyes and-and seen you cut up or shot.

Look, I could've gotten
hurt a lot worse in a

traffic accident or in
driving over there ...

That is not the point.

This job you court injury
and death and I hate it.

Look, I-I don't like getting hurt,
and I want to live a good long life.

But what I did today probably
saved someone's life,

probably more ... and I
feel good about that.

Ok, all right, but -
but there are other

ways that you can do public service.
There's

Congress, there's- there's
the State Assembly.

Baby, you could be a Prosecutor.

I have found my place.

I guess that's all there is to it.

It doesn't have to be.

I'm family with you. And I
will never let that go.

And I am asking you not to
take that away from me.

I don't want a divorce ... but
our lives are incompatible.

I can't accept that.

There's got to be a way.
I feel it in my heart.

Trust me.

Have faith in us.

I want you to know it
was never my intention

to have you embarrassed
like this.

Well, the hell with you. You're nothing
but a vulture. I've been with my wife

fifteen years. We have a patch of
trouble and you think you can move in.

That's not how it happened, Art.
The truth is,

it was me ten years ago.
Too much work, too

little time for my wife and kids.
And before

you know it, the ship
sails on your marriage.

Yeah, well, my marriage is not over.

Face the fact. Ellen has
moved on with her life.

With you in my place? I don't think so.

It's up to Ellen to decide what's
right for Ellen. Not you or me.

And you think she's going to pick you?

I've said what I had to say.

We're not through, you and me. Know it.

Oh, god, you scared me.

Why didn't you call?

Let's go for a drink.

What's wrong?

Art knows.
- About us?

How could he know? What happened?
Did he call you?

He's upset, and he's going to say
some things to hurt you. Ok?

Remember, you've done nothing wrong, Ellen.
Nothing to be ashamed of.

He must be devastated.

I need some time to be alone.
I'll call you.

Taxes owed?
Zero.

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