The Tuxedo Page #2

Especially number one.

"Never talk directly

to Mr. Devlin."

If you have any questions

you'll find

all the answers in there.

And, if I were you, I'd get rid

of the mildew on the chin.

My soul patch?

Uh, yeah.

You like working

for this Devlin guy?

I don't work for him.

(slow, techno-pop

espionage theme playing)

(door shuts)

I'm not a professional driver,

but I'd always believed

that thing you're staring

into is designed

for the monitoring of traffic,

not passengers.

Am I wrong?

While I'm really enjoying

our time together

shall we try moving?

DEVLIN:

Wallace has been my partner

for years.

Something's happened to him.

He wouldn't just disappear.

Now, you get yourjob done

and find my partner.

MAN (on phone):

So tell me how.

You're the head

of an intelligence agency.

Why don't you be intelligent?

I don't understand

what you're talking about.

Well, why don't you call me back

when you do understand

what I'm talking about.

(disco music

plays on speakers)

Did we just take

the Balsam Road exit?

Of course.

You have to take

the surface street.

Sorry.

Did you get a copy

of the rules?

Did you read them?

Jimmy, let me tell you

something, my friend...

I hate the rules.

Take Grant Boulevard

all the way.

The lights are timed.

Thank you.

(speaks Chinese)

And, Jimmy...

crank the music up.

Yes, sir.

(music blaring)

C.S.A. HEADQUARTERS

MAN:

Deputy Director Chalmers,

ladies, gentlemen

I present to you

Special Agent Wallace.

Deceased two days, 14 hours,

five minutes... approximately.

Pretty interesting.

Now, why don't you, uh,

tell me a little about him?

Well, in simplest terms,

he drowned in his bathtub.

Contusion here suggests

he hit his head

fell prone, unconscious.

The man infiltrated

a Serbian death squad

with not even a scratch.

He goes down in a bathtub?

Life's a b*tch.

You want to put him

back in the fridge?

WOMAN:

He didn't drown, sir.

He was murdered.

Does that make life

a little less bitchy?

And-and you would be?

That's Del Blaine, sir.

She's having a filter installed

between her brain and mouth

next week.

So you don't think he drowned?

Well, sir, there was water

in his lungs

but the pulmonary vein

was filled with

collapsed platelets

indicative of dehydration.

He died of thirst.

Thirst.

And it wasn't just

city tap water.

The mineral profile fit

a high-end bottled water

but what was really weird

is that

it contained a strain

of bacteria that I, so far

haven't been able to culture.

Anyway, uh... didn't

mean to interrupt.

Ooh, the woman seems to know

a lot about water.

Yeah. She thinks she knows

a lot about a lot of things.

You know, we have a special

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