The Man with One Red Shoe Page #3

Maybe he has microfilm concealed in a tooth.

- That old trick?!

- Right.

So take one of our dentists

and get that tooth for me.

How do I know which tooth?

Yeah.

Well, better... better just yank 'em all.

Let's go!

Subject in transit.

Has changed his shoes.

Riding a bicycle. Ten-speed, I suspect.

No, that's a 12-speed.

Peugeot Grand Prix.

How does he do that?

I can't do that. Can you do that?

Now, where is he?

There he is. Stop the car.

What do you think you're doing?

His dentist is in 312.

Your target is the noon appointment.

I know what to do.

- Hi!

- May I help you?

Hi.

Uh-uh.

- Speak to Cooper?

- Yeah?

Bad news. He's changed his mind. He's left

the dentist. Looks like he's heading home.

Get ahold of Maddy.

This guy's nobody's fool. Keep following him,

but change surveillance vehicles.

What is it?

He's on his way back.

He's on his way back.

He's on his way back.

Got 'em all.

Get me some aspirin.

- He's here!

- It's too late. He's back.

Pro butte. Third strain.

Welcome home, Mr. Drew.

I hope you don't mind, your landlady

was kind enough to let me in.

I know you.

You're the woman from the airport.

You've got a good memory. Yes.

I'm with Landmark Tours. We're conducting

a survey of historic homes in Georgetown.

Congratulations. You happen to live in one.

- That's the reason that you're here?

- We hope to include this home in our tour.

I don't think so. I think you're here

because of a much bigger reason.

I think it's fate.

Destiny.

Kismet, say.

It's a confluence of energies... and powers

far beyond those... of mortal men.

Something wrong, Mr. Drew?

No.

No, Mom! I'm not watchin' TV.

I... I'm practicin'.

I'm practicin'!

Amazing!

Usually one is sufficient.

His name is Richard Harlan Drew.

Born March 28, 1954, Altuna, Pennsylvania.

An only child.

Mother, Marion Rice.

Father, Gerald Drew. 60.

Schoolteacher.

Typical childhood.

His mother gave him his first taste for music.

At 16, Drew developed severe bronchitis.

Spent a year in a sanatorium.

Lost his virginity to a student nurse.

Joined the Juilliard School of Music,

full scholarship.

Continues to teach underprivileged children.

- Might as well have made him an archbishop.

- They must think we're stupid.

- He do anything besides play the violin?

- No. He's an artist. An eccentric.

Doesn't even know how to drive a car.

He's played with the Washington Symphony

for the past five years,

and it takes him out of the country

on extended tours.

He's played in Russia,

Morocco, Berlin, China.

- The perfect cover. Professor, um...

- Chermenko.

Chermenko, what about that handwriting?

Ah.

Richard Drew is a very complex man,

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