"Just what I need." "An alarm pig." "Hungry?" "Want to eat this?" "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?" "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." "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." "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." "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." "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." "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." "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." "¶ 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." "What can I get you?" "¶ I can remember how we were" "¶ Then" "¶ You know that everything will be all right." "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 ¶" "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." "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?" "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." "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." "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." "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." "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." "Set?" "I'll whack you." "That was a good one." "Wednesday?" "Talk to me after my bypass." "You got time for a drink?" "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." "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." "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." "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." "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?" "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?" "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." "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?" "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?" "I would just simply like to buy you a drink." "I'm single, for what it's worth." "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." "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." "Come on!" "What the hell?" "What are you doing?" "Hold him!" "Hold him down!" "Light him up, man." "Spark him up." "I'll be right back." "Get the fuck out of here!" "Why don't you mind your own business, asshole?" "Let him go." "You want to fuck with me?" "Huh?" "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." "You've been cooped up all day." "You want to go out, don't you?" "Come on." "Here we go." "Just what I wanted to do." "Okay." "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." "Michael didn't come home last night." "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." "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 that's when we made the call to drop him." "You with me on this?" "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." "Check out the pig." "Hey, piggy." "You okay, Derian?" "Yeah, I'm just pretty shaken up." "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?" "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?" "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." "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?" "Finally." "Do you meet many of your clients here?" "Yeah." "I wind up in a lot of fun places with my job." "Are those bullet holes?" "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." "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." "Okay, Derian." "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." " 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." "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." "Hello?" "Derian, it's Travis." "Can you get over here?" "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?" "Travis!" "Travis, I was..." "Derian, you have to help me." "Who is this?" "It's Anthea." "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?" "Move, move!" "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." "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." "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!" "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." "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." "9-1-1." "What's your emergency?" "Ma'am?" "What is the nature of your emergency?" "Hello?" "Ma'am?" "Your job is to walk out of a situation alive." "You did."