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What do you say, team? Ready to play a little ball?

Put me in, coach. I'm ready to play.

Somebody famous said that, didn't they?

So, uh, how things look from your position?

Ah, never better, Mr. Smith, never better.

Careful you don't pull anything.

Why, Mrs. Smith, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were leering.

Really? No, simply showing an interest in your physical well-being, Mr. Smith.

I got it! I got it!

So what's the deal here, Ike?

Is this thing going to happen or not?

It has to.

It's taken me the better part of a year to set it up.

Awful lot of time spent on a little metal ball.

Plutonium-239, that little metal ball you're playing with

is enough firewood for a 10-kiloton weenie roast.

Easy there, Smith. I don't want to see your buns get burned.

Let me get this straight.

This ball's a dummy, right?

I mean, I didn't doze through the briefing and miss... Relax.

The ball's harmless.

Mr. Smith, give me a sweep of the air.

I don't know about you, Ike,

but I've seen shadier-looking characters in a Norman Rockwell painting.

Maybe this guy of yours isn't going to, uh... Is that team we got a batter on deck?

Good day for baseball.

Yeah, it is. You wanna play catch?

Sorry, I didn't bring a ball. All right.

I did.

Hey. Hey.

What's going on? I talk to me here.

Portable neutron assay system.

It's measuring the mass and composition of the plutonium.

What mass and composition? There is no mass

and composition. Right? The ball's not real.

Nice, easy, everyone deep breath. I expected something like this.

Premium grade, Dr. Earnhardt.

Very nice.

Make sure he has the money, and then stall him.

I'm on my way. Did you bring the money?

Nothing personal, but I'm gonna have to count it.

I expected nothing less, Doctor.

Hey, Jerry.

Jerry Rollins. Me, Bob Marks.

I'm sorry, you must have me confused with... Fillmore Street.

Remember, apartment 4D?

Come on, Jerry, I'm not that forgettable. I mean, I've moved you in.

I used to pick up your mail when you're out of town.

Ain't that ringing a bell?

Hey, what's happening here? Who is this guy?

This man is Jerry Rollins. Oh, you betcha. I know

his face like I know my own. No, I'm sorry.

I'm not who you think I am. My gosh, it's been, what, five, six years now?

I'm in the flight museum, though.

Chin, if you need my help. Ear, if you want me to hold my position.

That's, um...

Hope you know what you're doing. That's fine. Look, I'm not Jerry, okay?

No, no, I'll just let you two catch up on old times.

Jerry!

We have a foul ball!

Please don't tell me he got away.

I'm Mr. Smith, but that's not my real name.

I'm Mrs. Smith, but that's not my real name either.

You see, we're spies.

But let's face it, this name thing, couldn't it get a little confusing?

People might think we're married. That's okay.

Do you wanna dance? Do you wanna dance?

Forget about Bob, all right? I told you, I don't know the guy.

Sure, sure, and I'm Aldrich Ames.

If he says he doesn't know Bob, then he doesn't know Bob.

I know enough about the rules of the factory. Enough!

Thank you.

Now, would you kindly come in here and sit down?

Okay, then. The bottom line, Ike, your man got away with a worthless metal ball.

Tough break, but hardly the end of the world.

I'm not so sure about that.

Wait, am I missing something here?

I'm sorry.

This isn't easy.

Easy?

For crying out loud, Mike.

It wasn't easy pulling you out of that godforsaken Rangoon jungle in 68.

And you sure as hell better believe that it wasn't easy feeding

you water from my own mouth until your fever broke.

But I did it.

So enough.

If you've got something to say, spit it out.

The ball we lost today wasn't a dummy.

It was real plutonium.

Wait a second.

Wait a second. Are you saying that this guy Idris now

has enough plutonium to build his own atomic bomb?

I'm afraid there was no other way.

And the CIA gave you approval to do this?

No.

That's why I came to you.

My God, I... Do you realize how many lives you've endangered?

Why?

Team. Team.

Yes.

He's seen Idris and his brother Muammar,

and this was my last shot at these bastards before the CIA puts me out to pasture.

You put the factory in a very tenuous position,

Ike. I know, and I'm sorry, but I can fix this.

I can get the plutonium and Idris if you'll just help me.

Please.

Tell me, how is Martha? Do you know I haven't spoken to her since, well,

since Karen's graduation?

Feisty as ever.

She sends her love.

Now what in hell are you two sitting there for?

We've got a couple of killers to find. Okay.

The Idris brothers came up through a Syrian terrorist training camp,

majored in explosives. Both are considered world-class bomb experts.

But your friend from the park over here is the nasty one. Aggressive,

kills with his hands, while the younger brother prefers a sniper rifle.

Lovely family.

So it was probably baby brother driving the getaway truck.

Well, that's not been confirmed, but Ike assures me they rarely work alone.

Now, since there were no license plates,

we're running a check on all of the rental trucks that

have been listed missing over the last two weeks.

Well, let's hope our charming friends were kind enough to leave us a clue.

Tag's been removed.

Motor oil?

No, it's... Grease from food stains, right?

No, it's sort of... Grass stain from the park lawn.

Sort of.

Pretty.

It's jasmine.

Jasmine? It's a bath oil.

The kind used in upscale hill spas.

There are a number of ingredients here.

Eucalyptus, 8%, avocado, 2%, even needs foot oil.

Hmm, .01%. Mm-hmm, exactly. But it was the jasmine that was the tip-off.

Of all the brands that used jasmine, only three were imported to the U.S.

And of those three, only one with a 7% solution, like this one.

How many spas in the city use this particular oil?

You're in luck.

Only one.

Flowering vine.

No sign of our guys here.

Nothing here yet either. Ike?

Negative luck ones are pretty quiet. You know,

I am starting to feel like a damn perv.

Yeah, well, we all just gotta sit tight and make

the best of it in case the interest does show up.

Yeah, well, let's hope that's soon.

I'm starting to get stiff in places I didn't even know I had muscles.

Massage?

Please.

Yeah, that would be nice.

Maybe like the one you gave me in New York, neck guy.

Deep or gentle? Oh, deep.

Definitely deep.

Yeah, like that thing that you did with your thumbs,

rubbing around in circles at the base of my neck.

You got some good hands, I'll give you that.

You know, Smith, sometimes I think you're just the man for the job.

Uh-oh.

What is it?

It's like our boys are in need of a little tension

relief, too. They're headed this way.

Copy, Warren, you ready? Roger.

Ready and waiting.

Wait till they're in the spa.

They'll be vulnerable there.

I'm coming in.

Just relax. Let's talk about this.

Just stop or I'll kill him.

Okay. I'm stop-seeing.

Put the gun down.

Put it down.

Lightly, Jerry Ryan. Lightly!

You wanted to see us, sir?

Yes.

I want a full report on your progress thus far.

Well, when we pulled Momar out of the jacuzzi, we found two keys in his pocket.

One was to an empty hotel room downtown, the other...

To a rental truck we found in the hotel parking lot.

The getaway vehicle.

We found something in the ashtray.

A burned scrap of paper.

Well, I trust you brought everything back for examination? Yes, sir.

Anything else?

The hotel room is paid up through the end of the week.

Which probably means he intends to stay in the area. Why, we don't know yet.

Then what are you standing there for?

Find out!

We'll get right on it, sir. We...

We just wanted to say... Say nothing!

There's nothing to say.

Get out, will you? You're excused.

I... I now have to make a call to a woman I've known for 25 years.

And explain that not only has she lost the only man she ever loved,

but that now his memory may be tarnished forever.

In our business.

Your mistakes, unfortunately, are your epitaph.

Remember that.

So you're saying that the infrared light will pick up traces

of whatever was on the paper by using a long exposure?

Yes, like taking a snapshot.

My gosh, it's been what, five, six years?

I'm at the flight museum now. I'm at the flight museum now.

I'm at the flight museum now.

Nice.

But then again, I've always had a weakness for the mountain man in flannel look.

Yeah, me too.

I mean, it's a good look.

Well, warm, I would think.

Hey, don't I know you?

Yes, yes. The park the other day, remember, with Jerry Rollins? You know Jerry?

Yeah, we're really good friends.

Co-workers, actually. You must be Bob.

That's me, Bob. Bob Myers. You can call me Bob.

Hi, Jane. Jane Smith. It's really nice to meet you, Bob.

It's nice to meet you, Jane.

Jerry is going to be so happy I ran into you.

I want to apologize. I'm so sorry. You are.

Yes, we were playing a trick on a friend of his the other

day when you walked right into the middle of it,

and, well, Jerry lied and pretended he didn't know you,

and it was this whole big thing, and I told him sometimes he can be so cruel.

But you knew that was happening, right? Smart guy like you knew something was up.

Oh, yeah. I mean, I was thinking...

Well, when I saw Jerry, I mean, even though it's been a while, I knew it was him,

you know? Of course you did.

Jerry and his jokes, you know?

I can't wait to tell him that I saw you.

So are you in the market for new duds?

Oh, me? No, no. I was just looking, you know?

I'm not really that fashion conscious.

Really?

I think all you need is a woman's touch.

I'm revealing my age a little bit here, but it was before the earthquake.

Yeah, I met Jerry when he was doing some consulting at the Metropolitan downtown.

Consulting?

Yeah, bones, natural history. Yeah, I turned Jerry onto a unit in my building,

and when he needed an extra back moving in, I volunteered.

I always felt bad for the boy, though.

Seems like an awful way to grow up.

Excuse me, did you just say boy?

Yeah, the kid. Jerry's son.

Well, of course you'd know.

No, no, I don't. I mean, Jerry doesn't really talk about him very much, but,

you know, when we're working, we try to keep things professional.

Listen, Bob, I meant to ask you,

that guy who was sitting next to Jerry in the park the other day,

have you ever seen him hanging around the museum?

You know, a guy like that came by yesterday.

He did?

Yeah, he said he was a friend of Jerry's and wanted to know his address.

And what did you tell him?

I don't know his address or his phone number.

So you didn't tell him anything?

No, no, no. I was busy with arrangements for the new exhibit.

More tea, sir? No, thanks.

You know, I should be... Oh, jeez, I'm late for the meeting.

Don't worry, lunch is on me.

Well, I had a nice time.

Maybe you and I sometime could, you know.

I'll stop by the museum and say hi.

Well, it was nice meeting you, Jane.

Oh, yeah. Nice meeting you, too. Bye.

Bye.

Phone call for Mrs. Smith.

Is there a... Yes, yes.

Thank you. Hello?

Here.

Hello there. Hi.

What you doing?

Uh, working. You?

I'm trying to find a lead on our missing plutonium.

What a coincidence. Me too.

Really?

By asking questions about Jerry Rollins?

What?

Bob.

Bob?

You know, the guy whose lunch you just bought? Bob?

Wait a minute.

You're saying you weren't?

Now look, I thought we were supposed to be straight with each other.

Oh, please, like you telling me you didn't know Bob?

That was different.

How?

It just was. Look, this is serious.

Jerry Rollins...

It's a name that could mean danger for a lot of people, innocent people like Bob.

Okay, and just what is it that Bob knows that's so all-fire important?

Nothing, just a guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Well, I'm sorry, but he knows one thing. He knows Idris.

You sure?

Yes.

I'll be right over.

Where are you?

What do you say we just call a truce, you and I?

Kiyokusuru, and in Japanese it means to remember.

But Kiyokusuru is also the name of a radical group of

Hiroshima bomb blast survivors and their families.

And Kiyokusuru has gone on record vowing vengeance

against the United States for dropping bomb.

So you think the Idris brothers were hired by this group, Kiyokusaru?

Well, it looks that way. What about Bob? Bob? Bob?

Yes, how does he fit into all this?

Bob and I have a history. That's all.

I mean, his part in this is purely coincidental.

Is it?

Mrs. Smith?

Having spent time with Bob, I have to concur. The man is harmless.

But there is a connection between Bob and Idris.

Well, yeah, it appears that Idris contacted Bob in an effort to find Mr. Smith.

Apparently he blames him for his brother's death.

Which is probably why he took time out of his busy schedule

to squeeze off a couple rounds in my direction.

But everything leads back to Bob, to one person.

I think it's time we got him in here.

Had a little talk with him.

Hey, Bob.

Hey, Jerry. Hey, how you doing? This is a surprise. Yeah, I was in the neighborhood.

Just wanted to drop by. Well, I'm glad. Glad you did. Yeah.

Hey, you know, I had lunch with a friend of yours.

Jane. Yeah, she told me. She's great, huh?

Well, she's more than great, man. She's hot.

Sizzling.

Yeah. Listen, Bob, I was wondering...

There's something I wanted to show you.

I don't know if you got any time right now, but... Sure, I got an hour for lunch.

Really?

Well, would you mind coming with me?

I want to... No problem.

Oh, great. Great.

Come on.

This is where I work, Bob.

Well, so this place is a factory.

I read about this in Time magazine.

This way.

Sit down, Mr. Myers.

You can call me Bob.

Bob, thank you for coming down.

Sure, no problem.

What's this all about?

This is about me, Bob, and you, and our friendship.

You had a visit recently from a man who claimed to be a friend of Mr. Rollins here.

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

This meeting took place in your office?

Yeah, of course.

That's where I work.

What was the thrust of the conversation?

There's no thrust.

He said he was a friend of Jerry's, and he'd sort of lost contact with him,

like we all have, and wanted to know if I knew where to get in touch with him.

And you said you didn't know how to get in touch with me, right?

No, that's what I told him.

He said thanks, and he left.

What's with all the questions?

What's going on?

Bob, look, there's something I have to tell you.

I'm not who you think I am.

That is, I'm a spy.

I work here at the factory.

And in this line of work, there are people who, for one reason or another,

An assassin? After you? Why?

Well, that is information we're not at liberty to share.

You do, however, have more immediate concerns.

Your life is in danger, Bob.

This guy, this Idris, will do whatever it takes to get me,

and right now his only link to me is you.

What?

I mean, I...

I'm not anybody that... I'm... Here, drink this.

All right.

What do I do?

Oh, we can handle your situation, Mr. Morris.

Here's a first-class ticket to Hawaii.

You travel under the name of Lipkin.

We've reserved an oceanfront condo on a quiet beach where no one can find you.

You leave tonight.

Stay a week, ten days.

By then, this whole thing should have blown over.

You can come back and pick your life up right where you left off.

So do you want me to hide out in Hawaii?

It's for your own protection, Mr. Myers.

You're not safe while that killer is still out there. I need you to do this, Bob.

For me, please.

Okay.

Well, at least Bob will be safe now.

Uh-huh.

What about you? What do you mean?

Well, Bob is a link with your past, Mr. Smith.

A link with Jerry Rawlins.

And a link to people you most want to protect. Yeah, I know that.

I can't have you compromised.

Your loyalties must be first and foremost to the factory.

And to this assignment, if they're not, say so now,

and I'll have a replacement brought in.

That, uh, that won't be necessary.

Be careful, Mr. Smith.

I've already lost one friend.

Hey, hey.

Late lunch, I brought dim sum.

Dim sum, why?

Uh, what do you mean, why?

To eat.

I mean, how did you know I liked dim sum?

Oh, let me guess. Bob?

Bob, what are you talking about? This is San Francisco. Everybody eats dim sum.

Sorry. It's been a long day.

Okay, here.

I know you get suspicious when your blood sugar gets low.

Look, I should probably apologize.

I mean, a part of me really did want to find out about you, about Jerry Rollins.

But I realize now that there's a reason the factory has the rules.

Too much information could be dangerous.

Well, I've done my own share of snooping on you.

You have?

Yeah, well, a little.

So what did you find out?

Nothing much, really.

Just an old trunk in a New York storage unit.

Tea?

Yeah.

So, uh, you followed me.

No.

Well, I mean, I... No, I happened to see you go in.

And you followed me. Good.

Excuse me?

I said that's good. I'm glad.

That storage unit was a decoy, a cover, you know,

in case anyone ever tried to find out about me.

Yeah, yeah, I figured that.

So then none of that stuff belongs to you? No.

I don't even remember what's all in there.

It's just junk picked up from flea markets and garage sales.

Even now, there's... No, that's just junk.

You know, um...

I wouldn't be revealing anything if I told you I didn't

have the kind of life that was in that trunk.

I had nothing.

What you saw.

What you saw in the trunk was a life that I sometimes wished that I had.

Then I'll, uh... I'll let you dispose of this junk for me.

So how'd everything go in Bob's offices?

Oh, peachy.

Lots of papers, lots of files, all boring.

Except, uh... Except?

Well, except the place was bugged.

Medium-sized transistor unit on a desk lamp stuck

out like a manure on top of a Christmas tree.

Meaning it was planted quickly. Exactly.

My guess... ...to get some information on you, I'd guess.

Maybe it's time that the two of us were introduced properly.

Hi, you've reached Bob Myers at the San Francisco Museum of Flying.

I can't take your call right now,

but please leave me all the pertinent info and I'll call you back. Thanks.

Hey, Bob, this is Jerry Rollins calling.

Just want to make sure we're on for dinner tonight.

The address is 892 Buchanan, ring red.

See you around 8, pal.

Well, that's one dinner party I definitely don't want to miss.

Oh, we'll be there, Jerry.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

We'll be my friend.

Where's the alarm?

It's inside. All right.

Open the gate.

All right, deactivate it, now.

No, you're not trying to get this sick.

It's about time you showed up. Take it easy, would you? It's been a rough night.

Why? What's the matter with you?

Let's just say that today's bulletproof vests don't

quite pack the padding that you might think.

If I'm not back in time, you'll finish the job for me.

Where'd you find this?

Information booth.

The Enola Gay exhibit. That's why he's here.

Of course, the Enola Gay. That's the plane that dropped the atom bomb in 1945. Yep.

I bet our friends at Kyoko Tsuru don't exactly approve of an exhibit

honoring the same plane that killed thousands of people.

Might even make them mad enough to set off their own bomb.

Baby boy, the last remaining sibling of the famous bombs of World War II. My God.

There's a bomb on display right here in the museum?

Just add plutonium.

The exhibit.

You can bet our friend Idris is down there somewhere.

Watch the wire. You okay? I think I twisted my ankle.

What are you doing? I'm going to get you up. Forget about me. I don't get injuries.

I can't leave you here. You were seen, Doctor.

I can take care of myself.

Now will you go before he gets the trap on both of us?

You're a hard man to get rid of, Jerry Rollins.

I could say the same thing about you. But now, you die for my brother.

I hate to drop everything and run.

No, go. You got a bomb to stop.

A little too close for comfort, huh?

Definitely.

Someone else is going to be happy to see you.

Uh, no.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

I'm so sorry.

It's weird, you know.

We never really knew much about each other, yet we were still close somehow.

I know. I still can't believe Jerry's gone.

He was a good friend.

Yes, he was.

Jane, do you think maybe sometime you and I could... I'm sorry, Bob.

Maybe if things were different, who knows, but they're not,

and right now I have to leave.

Good afternoon, Smith. Glad to see you both looking so well.

I wanted you to know that Japanese authorities are

close to making arrests in the Kiyokusuru matter.

In the meantime, the plutonium has been returned,

and I've made arrangements for the Idris payoff money

to be put in trust for Martha Warren and her kids.

It's very considerate of you, sir.

Yes, well, I personally wanted to thank you for a job well done.

You're welcome. Thank you, sir.

Enjoy your well-earned holiday.

Well, here's to...

Attending your own funeral.

The only way to die.

What's this?

Oh, just a little research I dug up on a certain Jerry Rollins.

He was an archaeologist, graduated from Stanford in 1982.

School records list him at six foot with green eyes.

No photo available.

Last known location, a dig in northeast Africa, circa 1991.

Then, nothing.

He just disappeared.

Any idea where he might be?

Probably the same place Rebecca Wenzel is.

Oh, so long, Jerry Rollins. So long, Rebecca Winslet.