"So I just take these files to the records center in Rockville." "Right?" "Yes, right." "You think the Beltway's all right?" "No problem." "Maybe I should take Constitution Avenue to Chevy Chase to the highway." "Yeah." "Amanda, can we just discuss this at the car?" "These boxes are killing me." "You still look great, Sylvia." "Seven years haven't hurt you any either." "Well, a pound or two seem to have snuck up on me when I wasn't looking." "Success will do that." "This is Miss Samson, she's on your list." "This way." "I'm so proud of you, Billy." "I always knew you'd make unit head one day." "Thank you, Syl." "Nice." "ls this plush or is this plush?" "Yeah." "Not bad." "You're gonna want that." "Letter of courtesy, huh?" "Uh-huh." "'Please extend full interagency cooperation to Agent Samson signed, Carl Dunbar, FSA director.'" "How is old Dunbar?" "Just as charming as ever." "Sorry to hear that." "Well, you know that you can have anything you want from this agency." "Thanks, Billy." "Great." "What's the case?" "You've heard of TELDAR?" "Like I'm familiar with Exxon, U.S. Steel, lTT." "Their international headquarters is right here." "I've got to get into that company." "I don't think I can help you." "They're holding open interviews for data processors today at 3:00." "Now, I'm pretty handy with a computer" "I think the word is wiz." "Thanks." "So you need an id?" "That's right." "I need something very clean and complete." "We'll get you the shadow file." "Leon?" "Yes, sir." "Leon?" "I mean, no, sir." "Leon's out with the flu." "I'm filling in." "June Phelps, sir, from the temporary pool." "Yes, well, I need the computer disc for the shadow file." "Shadow file?" "Fictional ID file, June." "Never mind." "Bring me all the personnel discs, I'll pick it up myself." "Yes, sir." "Whoa." "Are you all right?" "I'm fine, thank you." "I'm just really clumsy." "June, I need those now, please." "Yes, sir." "The bear growls." "This one goes in here." "And this one...." "Uh...." "Uh-huh." "Oh." "Oh, goes in here." "Yeah, well, why don't we...?" "Here." "Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Stetson, for helping me." "It's quite all right." "Call me Lee." "Uh...." "Yeah." "So Dunbar claimed he didn't know the combination to the safe." "Here you are, sir." "Thank you, June." "Okay." "Ah." "There you are." "The shadow file." "There's nearly 300 made-up people in there, Sylvia family history, the whole nine yards." "Terrific." "Use any of the empty consoles you need." "Okay." "Thanks, Billy." "Happy hunting." "Hello." "Hi." "New recruit?" "Hardly." "Sylvia Samson, she's been an agent longer than you have from Federal Security in Houston." "Oh." "What's she doing here?" "Something to do with TELDAR Corporation." "That's pretty high-tech stuff, huh?" "Piece of cake for Sylvia." "Look at the way she runs that computer." "Yeah." "She seems good." "She's a genuine wiz." "Good." "Good." "Same age, tall, brunette." "Yeah." "That'll do nicely." "Documents, please?" "Yes, I'd like a full equipment package on file number 36794D, as in dog, G." "The Amanda King file." "Thank you, I'll be down in five minutes." "Thanks, pal." "Just a few more minutes, Amanda." "First day is almost done." "Thank goodness." "I can't wait to get home to a nice, warm bath." "Oh, great." "I know what you mean." "Everybody thinks you need a good head for computers." "What you need is a good back." "Ha, ha." "That's for sure." "Oh, say, do you need a ride home?" "No, thanks." "I've got my own car." "Oh, my gosh, I forgot my grocery list." "I think I left it on my desk." "Uh...." "Go ahead." "I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay, good night." "Good night." "Does the initial $21 million investment stand up in the tax area?" "Yes, sir, Mr. Macey." "We show a 30 percent write-down in the first year with an amortized 18 percent for the following four years." "Fine." "Profit projections?" "Based on our product acceptability figures 13 percent rising to 40 percent for the five-year period." "Very good, Cavanaugh." "You have the go-ahead." "You have certainly said very little about this venture, Craig." "It's really not my area of expertise, now, is it?" "No." "No, I suppose it isn't." "Eiger, what the hell is that?" "Someone's operating." "It's level G." "It's a new employee, a Mrs. King." "She's calling for the Red File." "Cavanaugh, shut her out." "She's in, sir." "And she's overridden the lockout." "The Red File is open." "I knew it." "Let's go downstairs, we'll cut her off." "She's going up." "The roof." "Get up there and stop her." "I'll contact security." "I'll get her." "Got her." "Come on." "Where is she?" "You'll never believe what just happened." "It was the strangest thing." "I went to the drugstore, I got my stuff and took it up to the front." "And I gave Mr. Walters my credit card to pay, like I always do." "He took it into the back and he put it into that machine and the machine said it was rejected." "I said that's impossible because the account's all paid up." "He said the account had been closed down." "That's nice." "You're not listening." "This is serious." "Serious?" "My card was rejected at the drugstore." "Oh, well, it was probably a computer error." "lt'll be taken care of." "Mother, I felt like a criminal." "I mean, really, it was so embarrassing." "Mother, I didn't have enough cash to pay for everything so I had to put a few things back." "I had to put your lipstick back." "Mother?" "Huh?" "You're reading the obituaries again." "I swear, I really don't know why you do that." "I read these, Amanda, because they're interesting little histories." "They're all to themselves." "I mean, look at this." "'Charles Hebler, age 78." "Rachel Jacobs, age 82." "Amanda King.'" "Who?" "Oh, dear." "Oh, this is sad." "'Died of an apparent suicide.'" "Really?" "Ooh." "Divorced mother of two children." "She" "She lived here." "Amanda you passed away two days ago." "This is your obituary." "But l" "Ha-ha-ha." "I'll get it." "Oh." "Hello?" "Yes." "Oh, yes, Mr. Walston." "Well, yes, I just read about it in the paper." "Well, no, it isn't really a tragedy." "No." "I'm not being insensitive." "It's ju" "Hold on a minute." "What are those?" "It's for you, Mother, from Reverend Mills." "'With deepest sympathy.'" "So the driver just found a body on top of his truck?" "Yeah." "We got the story from a police report." "I dropped my teeth when I saw the woman's name." "Lee and I went to the morgue." "The body was Sylvia Samson." "I can't believe she's dead." "I'm sorry, Billy." "Look, what was she doing carrying Amanda's lD?" "Sylvia came here to get an identification from the shadow file but it looks like she got into the civilian file by mistake." "And used Amanda's lD for an operational cover." "I'll tell you both something." "Sylvia was one fine agent and we're gonna find out what happened to her." "Come in, please." "Hello, sir." "Hi, Francine." "Lee." "Look, does anybody know anything about this?" "Hm?" "Yeah, sort of." "Well, does this have something to do with a case?" "Amanda, there's been a foul-up here at the agency." "I'd say there has been." "Sir, excuse me." "I know the regulations and all but I think I needed to know about this one." "Amanda, we all sympathize with your situation but this whole incident has caused problems that we're still trying to work out." "Yes, sir, and I've got one of the biggest problems." "According to this, I'm dead." "If you'll just print a retraction in your newspaper." "No." "No, no, you don't understand." "Amanda King is not really dead." "Dead people don't pace." "You see, it was just a tiny little computer error." "See?" "It was just a tiny computer error." "That's all it was." "It could've been worse." "The obituary could've been real." "As far as all my friends are concerned, it is real." "Do you know how many people called my mother this morning and sent flowers?" "It's morbid." "Well,at least you know you're well liked" "I knew I was well liked before I was dead." "Okay, okay, you can have that." "We can send it to you in an hour." "You've been very kind." "Thank you very much and goodbye." "Bureaucrats." "All the same." "Am I back among the living?" "Define 'living.'" "Francine" "Now, hold it." "Let's just stay on this." "Sorry, sir." "Did you place that call to FSA in Houston?" "I was talking with an agent that used to work with Sylvia." "He was uncooperative." "He told me I should speak to his superior, a man named" "Carl Dunbar." "I know him." "Call him now and see what you can get." "I'm going to Legal, see if I can facilitate Amanda's situation." "Oh, thank you, sir." "I'll talk to Dunbar in more detail later." "Okay, got it." "I don't mean to make a big deal out of this but my credit cards are frozen, bank account's closed." "I got $4.23 in my pocket, no food in the house." "It's really hard to do things when you're dead." "Look, if it's money you need, I can lend you some" "No." "I don't need any money." "I just want this mess cleared up." "Amanda, it will all be handled, believe me." "You just sit there and relax and I will be back in one second, okay?" "All right." "No, Mr. Dunbar, I didn't." "I'm terribly sorry." "We happen to be a very" "Look, Mr. Dunbar, if I could just" "Why do I always get the choice assignments?" "Well?" "It looks like Sylvia's letter of authorization was a phony." "She must have forged it." "Oh, boy." "What else did he say about Sylvia?" "Not a great deal." "But he did tell me that she took an extended leave from FSA." "Apparently, she became obsessed with some case." "That doesn't sound like Sylvia." "Did he say what the case was?" "He didn't." "And when I asked him, he told me that I could" "I'm sure I know." "It's nice to know Dunbar hasn't changed." "I'll talk to him later when he's cooled down." "Obviously not a very cooperative man." "I guess being promoted to the director of Federal Security Agency went to his head." "Why does he think she was killed?" "He doesn't." "He thinks she committed suicide." "I don't buy that." "Sylvia was too levelheaded a person to do a thing like that." "I want you in on this one." "You got it." "I'm gonna find out what Sylvia was working on and you find out who killed her." "At least there's one piece of good news." "In tomorrow's edition, there'll be a retraction saying Amanda King is still alive." "Amanda King is still alive." "It seems we have a problem, gentlemen." "I saw you shoot her." "She fell five stories." "Seemed that way to me." "There must be some sort of an explanation to all this." "There is." "You missed your shot and she grabbed onto something to break her fall." "But what?" "Well, I don't know." "A ledge, a wire." "It's a moot point." "But the situation has gotta be remedied." "I wish we'd gotten a better look at her." "That's not necessary." "We've got her home address from the obituary." "I want you to take care of this matter." "This woman is walking around with information that could do us harm." "Look, she hasn't acted on it yet or there'd be feds swarming all over this building." "Just take care of it." "I wanna see those Green Beret skills I hired you for." "You saw them in San Rafin when I took care of Rojas." "And I want you to be sure that Amanda King gets the same treatment." "Grandma, do I like smoked oysters?" "Ha, ha." "Not if you're related to me." "I think I've got almost $2 out of here." "Your mother is going to bring the groceries." "Save your money." "I thought we didn't have money since everybody thought" "Mom croaked." "We don't say 'croaked,' sweetheart." "We say 'passed on.' Hello?" "How about 'kicked the bucket'..." "...or 'bit the big one'?" "Very funny." "Somebody" "I got it." "No, I got it." "I'm sorry." "What did you say?" "Who?" "Caskets Are Us?" "No, no, I'm not upset." "No, there's a--There's been a mistake." "You see, she's not dead." "Why would I kid about a thing like that?" "I know, but there was a retraction printed in the paper." "I am her mother." "My health is just fine." "No, I don't need one." "And I don't care if they are on sale." "I" "Goodbye." "Ah." "A man at the door delivered these." "Oh, I'm getting so I hate flowers." "Shh." "No." "No." "I've had it." "Come on." "Get your jackets." "We are going to the park." "All right, Jamie." "There's something here that just doesn't add up, Billy." "Yeah, I know." "I know." "Okay, I'll talk to you later." "All right, bye." "Here's your change." "There's more in my hand." "Here, let me carry those for you." "Thanks." "I really appreciate this." "I didn't have anything for dinner." "No breakfast." "No coffee." "Mother goes crazy without a coffee." "How much did you spend here?" "Seventy-eight dollars." "You managed to cram 78 dollars' worth of groceries into two sacks?" "Usually we're a four-bag family, but I didn't wanna spend all your money." "Well, thank you." "Just put them in the back seat." "All right." "On the seat." "Mm-hm." "Be careful not to tip them over, please." "No problem." "Great." "Thanks a lot." "A penny for your thoughts." "Huh?" "Oh." "Cost you a nickel." "Inflation." "Tough times." "Yeah." "This thing with Sylvia doesn't make sense." "Why not?" "Well, Billy just talked to Dunbar in Houston." "Sylvia was on assignment six months ago in South America." "Ooh, that sounds dangerous." "Yeah." "Now, she was convinced that there was American corporate involvement in the internal affairs of a country called San Rafin." "San Rafin?" "Didn't they have a presidential candidate disappear down there?" "Yeah." "She thought this company had something to do with it." "Now, according to Dunbar her investigation became a real political hot potato and he ordered her off the case." "And that's when she asked for an extended leave of absence." "So she could keep on investigating on her own?" "Yeah." "I'm gonna check further into this." "Uh...." "Anything else?" "More money?" "Oh, no, no." "Mm-mm." "No, I'm fine." "I should open my closed accounts again and, uh...." "Well..." "...it feels good not to be dead anymore." "Well put." "Most people can't say that." "Well, I'll see you later." "Okay, here, let me get that." "Thanks a lot." "One more for the road?" "Yeah." "Drive carefully." "Careful." "Oh, I will." "All right, see you later." "Bye." "I don't like this." "It's too out in the open." "Relax." "There's nothing to worry about." "Excuse me." "Pardon me." "I hate to bother you, but my friend and I seem to be lost." "Where are you going?" "Let's see." "Could you tell us how we can get to Barbara Drive from here?" "You're going the wrong direction." "Turn around and then go down to the end of the street and take a left" "One word and it's your last." "Get in the car, lady." "No, no, no, bring the groceries." "We don't want you to litter the lawn." "You know how the neighbors will talk." "Why are you doing this?" "We thought you were dead, but the papers were very helpful with their retraction." "This whole thing is a terrible mistake." "Why don't you just put the groceries down on the floor and relax?" "I better not do that." "They'll fall over, everything will spill out." "I'll just rearrange them first." "How thoughtful." "Who are you working for?" "They gave you a pretty convincing cover." "You live with your mother and your two kids, Jamie and Philip." "They really find kids for you or do they just exist on paper in some computer?" "No, they're real children and that's my real mother." "Well, that's very touching." "Well, the papers will be right next time." "You only die twice, Mrs. King." "Let's get out of here." "Where is she?" "Forget it, she's gone." "Now, let's get out of here before some helpful neighbor calls the police." "Thank you." "Billy, I just got a" "Over here." "What are you doing?" "I lost a microdot, the Dardanelles microdot." "How did you lose a microdot?" "Scarecrow, did you ever sneeze?" "Yeah." "Then get down here and help me find it." "All right." "Now, which way did you sneeze?" "Out." "Out?" "Out." "It was a big sneeze." "I mean, it could be anywhere." "Hey, listen, you start looking over there." "Okay." "Have you come up with anything on that TELDAR thing Sylvia was into?" "It looks like she was into something legitimate." "I just talked to Crandle, our Argentine contact." "He said he was in San Rafin at the time and his suspicions are the same as Sylvia's." "Yeah, but nobody in Houston believed her." "Yeah, that's exactly right." "She was here on a personal crusade." "Here it is." "I got it." "Give me." "Give me." "Ha-ha-ha." "Oh, jeez." "One smart remark from you, young lady and you will be filling out forms in Sheboygan from now till Christmas." "I see nothing out of the ordinary." "Very well." "Very well." "Mm-hm." "Scarecrow, we've got to find something to break this case open." "We need to get inside of TELDAR." "I'd love to get the entire unit into TELDAR but I cannot sanction a run on a major corporation without proof." "But Crandle" "Just had suspicions, you said so yourself." "All right, then send me in alone." "They killed Sylvia." "She must've been onto something." "Oh, thank goodness you're here, I was kidnapped." "What?" "They were gonna kill me..." "...but I got them with whipped cream." "Whipped cream?" "They thought I was dead, then knew I wasn't." "Because they read it in the newspaper." "Sylvia Samson." "They thought you were Sylvia." "That's gotta be it." "That's your proof." "They killed Sylvia at TELDAR under Amanda's identity." "Now, wait a minute." "Amanda, did any of these people say anything about TELDAR?" "I never heard of that." "That's it." "All right, you get in but you get out." "Check in every hour so I can monitor your safety." "And I want a 24-hour watch on Amanda's home." "Thank you very much." "I'll drive you home." "What about my groceries?" "Your groceries?" "I don't have any food in my house." "All right." "Just give me a list and I will have one of our agents pick them up for you." "Two heads of lettuce, four tomatoes, a zucchini, whipped cream...." "Whipped cream." "Two heads of lettuce, tomatoes, whipped cream." "We could make a wicked salad, but there's nothing that tells us what her game is." "Who the hell is this woman?" "She's obviously a pro." "She's eluded you twice now." "Why isn't anybody onto us?" "She must have seen the data in the computer bank." "No printout was activated, so all she did was see it." "It's her word against ours." "And since Cavanaugh's taken all the evidence out of the computer" "We simply become three respected, successful executives." "And she looks like she's crying wolf." "She's still a source of potential danger." "If some proof surfaced later, she'd make an excellent corroborating witness." "Unless the next time we meet Mrs. King, it's swift." "No." "No, I want her alive." "I want to know who she works for, what she saw on the screen and exactly who she's told, so we'll know how to operate." "We can be guilty as hell and still operate if we know who to pay off." "Well, whoever she works for is bound to have her protected." "They've gotta know we'll try again." "But not when or how." "We dictate that so we control the game." "I will never read the obituaries again." "It's like a funeral parlor in here." "Oh." "Did you thank Aunt Ruth for her arrangement?" "Did she send the one with the bells or the little angels?" "The little angels." "The bells were sent by Philip's music teacher." "Yeah." "Well, it really is sort of touching to know that these people cared enough to send all these flowers." "I wish they'd sent food." "We have none." "Well, the groceries I ordered should be here soon." "Ah, thank goodness." "Relax." "I am so hungry, I could eat one of these flowers." "Hello?" "Yes." "ls it the groceries?" "It's Mildred." "She's having a dinner party." "Now that she knows you're not dead, I think she wants the flowers back." "Tell her thank you all the same." "Mrs." "King?" "Hello." "Yes." "I've been sent to protect you." "But Mother and the children are here." "You're supposed to do that from outside." "But there has been a slight problem and we'd like you to come with us." "Amanda, can I help you with the groceries?" "Uh, no, Mother, in fact, I may have to go pick them up myself." "Oh, good." "Whatever you have to do is fine with me." "Uh, oh, I'm sorry." "You said it was a little blue basket." "I really can't come with you right now." "Reconsider." "All right, here we go." "Billy, do you copy?" "Billy, come in." "Do you read me?" "We read you, Scarecrow." "Any problems?" "None." "Came in on whisper mode." "I'm on the roof." "Once I'm by the door to the air ducts, I'll be free of the alarm sensors." "You've got one hour." "In and out." "Keep that chopper on standby, huh?" "Yep." "Now, show us." "Show you what?" "Demonstrate to Cavanaugh how you accessed the Red File in our databank." "You've made a mistake." "You must think that I'm somebody else." "No, no." "We know exactly who you are." "It's all in your file from your one-day employment with us." "Of course, I assume all that information is false, not that it matters really." "Unfortunately, we haven't met  but I was in the building that night you fell to your death from our roof." "Oh, now, listen, this is gonna sound very strange but there was a woman who took my identity." "And obviously it wasn't me who fell off the roof." "It" "Well, it just wasn't me." "I'm tired of your fairytales." "Tell us how you broke into the computers." "Now I know you've made a mistake." "I couldn't break into a computer if my life depended on it." "It took me almost a month to encode and to activate the secret Red File." "You broke in in just a few hours." "That's not the work of a novice." "The only sloppy part of the break-in was not bypassing the security alarm I attached to the file." "But you did see it, right, Mrs. King?" "Before we interrupted you, you read our security file." "No." "I didn't read anything." "And you know that Mr. Eiger here killed Emanuel Rojas in San Rafin." "You killed the presidential candidate in San Rafin?" "Don't act so ignorant." "Do you know if he were elected Rojas was prepared to nationalize all of TELDAR's holdings in the country?" "Land, equipment, currency, worth over $800 million." "He had to die, and so do you." "She's not gonna tell us how she broke in." "Let me persuade her." "No, there's no more time." "I'm sure you have an excellent suggestion of what to do though." "Yeah." "Let's take her on a tour of TELDAR's quarry." "Excellent." "Don't worry, Mrs. King." "It'll all be over soon." "Harry, come in." "Harry, come in." "I need immediate pickup." "On my way." "Punch it, man." "Amanda's life depends on it." "I've been monitoring." "What's going down?" "They've got Amanda." "They're taking her to the TELDAR quarry." "We're on our way." "And hurry it up." "Come on." "Tie her up." "This will be perfect." "Bring her over here." "Tie her to that pipe." "Sit down." "Goodbye, Mrs. King." "Who the hell is that?" "Get me out of here." "Bring her down." "Hold on." "Come on." "Look out, here they come." "I got them." "How bad?" "Go, go, go." "Get in." "Okay." "Come on, you're gonna be all right." "We'll get you into the car." "Here we go." "Oh...." "You all right?" "A little dizzy." "What's he doing?" "He's not gonna move." "Pull up!" "Mother?" "Mother?" "Oh, come on." "Come on." "She went to Mr. Chicken with the boys." "They were starving." "Feels like you're feeding an army." "Yes, well, I am." "Oh." "Oh...." "Oh, I'm sorry, I couldn't find the Crunchy Crawlers..." "...so you'll have to do with the Oaties." "Well, that's" "What's that?" "What?" "It's just a form I've gotta fill out." "What is it?" "Am I still dead?" "It's for internal Affairs, Amanda." "Why don't you just rip it up?" "Well, uh  until I process the form, technically you are still dead." "It's agency policy." "Okay, well, if I'm still dead, could I stay dead until Tuesday?" "I think I'll take the boys to the amusement park on Monday." "I guess so." "Yeah, and could you reincarnate me at a higher salary?" "Ha, ha."