End Game Page #4

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Thomas.

Look.

Detimore wasn't working alone in this.

I can prove it.

Come on!

I'm coming in.

- Well, is this your wife?

- That's none of your business, Crawford.

Pretty lady.

You were close to the President.

You're just wasting your time.

You'll forgive my cynicism...

but I don't buy into any grassy-knoll,

second-gunman theory.

I was there. Remember?

Well, what about the

someone-put-a-dying-man-up-to-it theory?

You really should be going now.

You know, Thomas,

you don't have to like me.

But you know my reputation.

I'm not some bright-eyed rookie.

Rookie? No, no.

You have plenty of experience

destroying people's careers...

for your personal gain.

Only when they deserve it.

Okay, fine. I'll leave.

Explain this to me though, will you?

Why would someone

rent an apartment for Detimore...

two weeks before

the National Merit Awards...

one week

before the White House announces...

the President's going to be there?

You just mull that over, okay?

Oh, and the bum who showed me

the apartment is dead, as of yesterday.

Okay.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Can we get my purse? I left it on the dock.

- So, why me?

- Because I need your help.

And there's a conspiracy here

and I know you're not involved.

Wait. Why are the lights still on?

Okay, I don't mean to be rude, Thomas,

but you really need to fix this.

In case you have company here.

Keep your eyes on the water.

- Shoot them if they come back up.

- Okay.

I knew. I told you.

I told you I was being followed.

Aren't you supposed

to listen to your instincts?

Crawford...

- What?

- Calm down.

- Okay. I'm calm.

- Calm down.

You're supposed to listen to your instincts

and I always do.

I always say,

"Just listen to your instincts, Kate, listen. "

And I didn't listen.

And whenever you don't listen...

- things happen, bad things happen...

- Relax. They're gone.

They're go... There's one right there.

What do you mean, they're gone?

Come on.

You need to check the trees,

then check the car.

- Okay.

- And can you get my purse, please?

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

- You should've stayed and backed them up.

- I'm sorry.

- Like I said, I don't do wet work.

- Yeah, you did, didn't you?

All right, so we take a different approach.

We find out who can lead them to us

and we just get there first.

- Thanks for doing this for me.

- No problem.

The police ID'd the guys

who tried to kill you yesterday.

Eli Arman.

Arrested twice for illegal arms dealing.

And his pal, Nick Gower, no convictions.

But I got lucky.

Their sidekick on the second bust,

Tony Morino...

is doing 10 years at the federal pen.

- Is there any way that you could...

- They're expecting you.

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