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Hi. I'll just have whatever he's having.

Irish coffee, double shot.

- Rough day at work? - Yeah, a few of them.

You're not alone. There's a lot of that going around.

Conrad Hall.

- Winston. - Nice to meet you, Winston.

- It's your first name or you last name? - Last.

What's your first name?

Detective.

- So do you have a first name? - You writing a book or something?

I'm trying to be friendly. If you're ashamed of your name...

You see me here drinking at 2:30 in the afternoon...

you wanna antagonize me about my name?

- You got a death wish or something? - Not that I'm aware of.

You're a cop, I'm a prosecutor.

If we can't get through an introduction, what's the world coming to?

So you're a prosecutor?

Assistant U.S. Attorney.

Well, that sounds like a good job.

What kind of work problems you got?

Oh, breakdown in civility.

Co-workers I don't trust, boss who doesn't trust me.

Lately, I've been questioning my choice of profession.

Yeah, well, that's going around.

Laverne. Laverne Winston.

Yeah, I got a name sounds like a girl's name. I also carry a .45.

I got disciplinary problems and this ain't my first drink.

So you got another comment?

You can call me Connie.

Oh, don't get up, I got it.

Good afternoon.

Each one of these is a lie, and I'll know when you tell it.

But when the third lie drops, your friends in the other room die.

Simple enough?

Perfect. Let's begin.

A number of years ago, we were close to acquiring something of great value.

Something that once belonged to your former employer.

What are you, one of his errand boys?

No, not at all.

People I work with are former clients of his.

Disgruntled former clients.

We'd like to make sure we obtain this item before he does.

We believe you know where it is.

What makes you think that?

Because its disappearance is directly related...

to the death of Katherine Walters.

Never heard of her.

- So, Connie... - Yeah?

Suppose you tell me the real reason you're in here.

You guys got a murder down at the port. Word is it's a professional hit.

No suspect, no motive, and one very shaky witness.

Yeah, so?

Been working a case the past year...

targeting underworld activities down at the docks.

- I think there's a connection. - You wanna talk to the witness.

And you don't wanna go 12 rounds with the DA to get permission.

Oh.

Now, how illegal do we think that would be?

Just help me out here, five minutes with Katherine Walters.

Wish I could help you.

Thanks for the drinks.

You think I know something about Katherine Walters' death?

I'm quite certain of it.

How's that?

Because we're the people who hired you to kill her.

So you hired the hit on Katherine.

Who are you?

The item we're looking for...

The last time anyone saw it was the day Katherine Walters died.

We know she spent the 48 hours prior to that with you.

So, what I expect is for you to fill in the blanks of those 48 hours.

To help us acquire now what was denied to us then.

Hmm.

Well, if that's what you went through all this trouble for...

you're gonna have a disappointing afternoon.

I think with your friends' welfare on the line, you'll give me exactly what I want.

Now...

Katherine and your failure to terminate her.

Thanks.

Conrad Hall, U.S. Attorney's office.

Go ahead, in there.

Hello.

What can I do for you?

All right, that's just weird.

You are officially the first lawyer not to be bitten or peed on.

Well, we sort of have it coming to us, don't we?

Oh, come on, no one deserves to be peed on.

I'll take that as a vote of confidence, then.

For him? This is the red carpet treatment.

Oh, I'm Katherine. Katherine Walters.

Conrad. Conrad Hall.

Good boy, Carmine.

So you used to work operations down at the port.

I'm just doing some background.

Cookie?

Uh, cooking calms me down.

I get that.

Uh, what are they?

Don't look at them like that.

These are my grandma's Brown-Eyed Susans.

There is no problem they can't solve.

Hey... Can I ask you a question?

I don't wanna get anyone in trouble...

but that guy spends most of the day playing Sudoku.

And this one over there won't stop staring at my ass.

Well, I'm pretty sure that's against protocol.

Yeah.

You know, I'm not really sure why I'm here anyway.

I can't imagine why anyone would wanna hurt me.

- You can't? - No, I saw a guy bleeding.

I went to help him, didn't see who shot him.

He said two words to me and he died. It was all over in 10 seconds.

I'm pretty sure the report said that you knew that guy.

Nope, I'd never seen him.

Most people hear a gunshot and see a stranger bleeding...

and they run the other direction.

Hmm.

Guess I'm not as smart as them.

- Don't. - Aah!

Oh, I'm sorry, I, uh...

I drank out from that one. Heh.

Uh... Sorry.

Um, the last two words that guy said before he died, what were they?

Leonore Fortier.

You told me she was connected to Bruner. She doesn't know the guy.

I don't think she knows anything.

Well, she knows enough to be a problem for our client.

But you're the solution here, right?

That book Bruner stole from me...

until it's back in my hands, we're all at risk.

Right now, loose ends are unacceptable, Katherine Walters is a loose end.

Just do your job.

Who's Leonore Fortier?

- Something doesn't seem right... - Do your job.

You do it.

What the hell are you doing?

Pack a bag. Something small, you're not safe here.

Uh, I...

I was kidding about those guys out there.

I'm sure it's not as bad as...

It's worse. I'm not with the U.S. Attorney.

Got your address from a cop who was half in the bag.

Walked in with a fake ID and a briefcase.

In less than 48 hours, I'm alone in a room with you.

I guess my next question is...

why do you wanna be alone in a room with me?

To kill you.

- Why are you telling me this? - Because I won't do it.

Now, you can scream.

You can yell at those cops. They'll come in, I'll run.

The guy who sent me, he'll send somebody else.

Somebody who won't quit until the job is done.

I found you in less than 48 hours.

How long do you think it'll take the next guy?

Now, you don't have to take this, I'm just saying...

Apparently, you know what you're doing.

I'm single and I live downtown.

If you are who you say you are...

you must be risking quite a bit.

Why would you do it?

Because I'm tired of the part I've been told to play.

I don't wanna do it anymore.

I believe you.

What do we do about the cops?

So?

Some lawyer. The guy knew how to fight.

- And he kidnapped a witness? - Kidnapped?

I'm pretty sure she's the one who hit me with the frying pan.

You never filed a report after you lost Katherine.

Well, usually they don't make us file a report after you quit.

You didn't quit until two days after she went missing.

Why the delay?

I didn't wanna quit until I found out where he took her.

- Where are we? - Safe house.

We're off the grid, we should be okay here for a little while.

So, uh, you were hired to, you know...?

You must've been hired by someone. Isn't that a good place to start?

Ordinarily, yeah.

- What makes this out of the ordinary? - The guy I work for.

Or used to work for.

He's the guy you go to if you want things done right...

and money's not an issue.

His clients are corporations, intelligence agencies, billionaires.

You know who they are, this time it's different.

So who was it?

No idea. I can't seem to get a straight answer out of him.

They want you dead, and my boss is intent on keeping them happy.

- But I don't know anything. - You know something: Leonore Fortier.

Until we figure out who that is, this doesn't end.

Bed's all yours.

I'm scared to go to sleep.

Don't really know what to do when I wake up.

This morning, I knew exactly who I was.

I spent 32 years figuring it out.

It took a few hours for it all to disappear.

I wake up tomorrow, it's like there's nothing left.

Nothing?

- What's that? - Shh.

Hold it.

Hey, dude.

What's going on, dude?

Phone's ringing off the hook, everybody's freaking out.

The Old Man says Junior's off the reservation.

How'd you find this place?

- I never told anybody about it. - Dude, it's me.

Gonna tell me what's going on?

Turn around, walk away. Got nothing to do with you.

The old man says, "Drop everything, handle this."

I think it's got something to do with me.

You've, like, really lost your mind, haven't you?

I know you've been weird lately, but you're fully gone round the bend.

- She hasn't done anything wrong. - Who cares?

It's work. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes not.

Quit acting like a baby, get in there, finish this.

- You gotta go through me first. - Dude...

Fine, not cool.

Dude, you're kind of putting me in a me-or-you type situation here.

Don't make a whole thing out of it.

Get up.

Turn around.

Now, your reputation precedes you.

I imagine at some point during that confrontation...

you had the opportunity to end things.

Why didn't you?

My heart grew three sizes that day.

What do you want me to tell you?

Awfully cavalier.

Considering you're the reason that we're here to begin with.

We lost Chance's trail completely.

Until you reconnected with him.

That's ironic, isn't it?

Your friends here would be safer had you remained in the employ of their enemy.

It's funny how life works out.

- Morning, sweetheart. - Hey, mate.

Did he say anything?

All I know is she was here, they were together and he was protecting her.

Where are you going?

He had the shot, dude.

Didn't take it.

My book, that's game over.

This whole thing's kind of looked like a family squabble, I'm just gonna...

Let me know how it turns out.

- Yeah. - I found him.

But there's no sign of Junior or the girl.

Don't worry, though.

I will find Junior, and I'll sort this out.

And then we can all sit down, and talk this over...

No, he's better dead. I want him dead.

Could we please think who we're talking about here?

There's a client in my office about to become an enemy...

unless this situation is brought under control.

You want me to believe you're as good as Junior, then prove it.

This will all get resolved.

The book will be secure.

That book should have never existed.

You fix this...

or there will be hell to pay.

Back there, he called you Junior.

Yeah.

My boss, he took me in when I was younger.

As a kid, I just sort of kicked around and changed my name a few times.

Eventually, he just gave me his.

And started calling me Junior.

- So he saw you as his son. - Yeah.

For a while, it was about the closest thing I ever got to a family.

Like all family businesses...

eventually they hand the reins over, and he wanted them to be mine.

What happened?

A few years ago things started getting rocky.

The more I tried to figure it out, the further apart we got.

If I were you, I wouldn't know who to trust.

So, what are we gonna do?

I think there's one guy we might be able to trust.

There's a bodyguard I went up against a few years ago, best I ever faced.

He holes up in some warehouse in The Tenderloin.

If he's there, he might be able to help us.

Ma'am, do you know that gentleman you are with is an assassin?

I know what he used to be.

But he's already saved my life once today.

I'm Katherine Walters.

I'm in danger, and I need your help.

Nice to meet you, Katherine.

My name is Christopher Chance.

How did you find me?

Well, you're the only guy that's ever just flat-out beaten me.

Got me curious, so I started digging.

There was a bodyguard named Christopher Chance in Minneapolis.

Died in 1927.

There was another one in Nashville, he died in 1954.

One in Brooklyn, died in 1975.

Well, it ain't really a name, at least not one anyone was born into.

I got it from the guy who taught me.

He got it from the guy who taught him.

Christopher Chance is the guy you go to when no one else can help.

Which brings me to my next question, what the hell do you want?

- Hello? - Hello, Ms. Walters.

Detective Winston. Tell me where you are.

I can have a dozen guys on-site inside of 10 minutes.

After what happened, can you honestly say I'd be safer with you?

I didn't think so.

I've only ever played offense.

I need your help to protect her. We can't just keep running.

You figured that out all on your own, huh?

Rule number one: Take the fight to them, dictate tempo.

Give them control, and you've already lost.

What do I do with her when I'm doing that?

Never let her out of your sight.

In fact, in my experience, you're gonna need her help to solve the puzzle.

You want easy, play checkers.

- Does this really work? - Worked on you.

Worked on your boss too, once upon a time.

We're not even allowed to say your name around him.

You really did a number on me that last go-round, you know?

You had me dead to rights, you let me go.

Do you remember what you said?

Nobody deserves to die.

Sounds like me.

No, before that, I just did my job, slept at night, everything was easy.

No, it wasn't.

It was never easy.

You just didn't know it yet.

Ma'am, the man you saw die, Bruner?

Couple of weeks ago, he bought a ticket to Cadiz.

While he was over there, someone used stolen ID...

to access the container floor of a freighter called Leonore.

Leonore's a ship.

That's right. It docked at Alameda last week.

My guess, whatever this guy Bruner had on him that got him into this mess...

he hid on that ship, and he was killed trying to retrieve it.

Interesting story.

Yeah, I thought so.

I got a pretty good idea why you wanted to get in the room with Katherine.

I guess the important question now is, why the hell didn't you do it?

Breakdown in civility, boss doesn't trust you.

Questioning your profession.

That wasn't all for show, now, was it?

You and me both have one foot inside the same boat.

This girl is in trouble. She needs help.

And both of us wanna see that she gets it.

Listen, Laverne, you seem like a nice guy.

But as long you're wearing that badge, you can't help me.

Leonore's the boat.

Now, all we have to do is figure out who or what Fortier is.

What if it's a crew member?

If you can get me into the offices at the docks, I might be able to find out.

Get your hands on whatever's on that ship.

It's the only way you're gonna end this.

Could use an extra set of hands.

Ha, ha. A few years ago, maybe.

Not sure I'm worth much to you now.

Hey.

Good luck.

You were right, coast is clear.

Yeah, I've been complaining about waterside security for years.

Good thing they never listened.

- You're staying on the boat. - No, I...

I know the office, the people, the dock layout.

You can talk me through it.

- The bodyguard said... - It doesn't matter, it's too dangerous.

There's too many angles. I won't be able to keep my eye on you.

I don't wanna put you in that kind of danger.

I'll get you out of this.

I promise.

Okay, I'm in.

Log in is K-Walters.

Password is Carmine.

Pull up the crew log and manifest for the Leonore.

There's no Fortier on board.

Oh. It has to be there.

Maybe it has something to do with the contents of the container itself?

- Or one of the customers. - Wait a minute, 40-A.

- What? - This isn't a passenger.

It's a container number, 40-A.

There should be an info page for each container.

If 40-A is on the docks, that page will show its location.

Bingo. Row 16, north stacks.

On my way to the stacks now.

Hurry.

Row 16, I think it's just up ahead.

Should be back to the boat in about 10.

Be careful.

I found the container.

And what was in it?

Nothing, it was empty.

Empty?

Yeah, wild-goose chase.

You've got one lie left.

Two days ago, I was on a beach. Madagascar.

Then the telephone rings.

What's going on here, matey?

- You know what's in this? - Don't care.

This gets into the wrong hands, it can't be managed.

- Nations fall, cities burn. - I don't care.

Only thing me and you need to know about that book is that he wants it back.

I'll give it back if he leaves Katherine Walters alone, forever.

Think about what you're doing here, mate.

Are you willing to betray the Old Man?

Betray me, betray yourself, all for this...? This girl?

I've made up my mind, Baptiste.

You need to make up yours.

You've spent the best part of your adult life trying to build something.

But if you cross this line...

you'll be all on your own. You'll be cast out.

That's just wonderful.

Now, how the hell am I gonna explain that?

You'll think of something.

You know, it's unfortunate, really.

Because recovering that book was the only reason I haven't killed her yet.

- No. - Hey.

You left her alone, Junior.

Who'd have thought I'd be the one teaching you something?

Kaboom.

Katherine?

What are you gonna do about it?

Who do you wanna be?

We dredged up and down that channel, four miles in each direction.

No case, no book.

Where is the book?

Why don't you go bug Baptiste?

He's the one who blew up the boat, killed a good man. He lost your book.

No police.

All that fighting, the shooting, the explosion...

Where were the police?

If that book had stayed in the water, we'd have found it.

I know Baptiste doesn't have it.

And your friend says he doesn't have it, and I believe him.

I always assumed they were the only ones involved.

But there was someone else on the docks that day.

A player I hadn't accounted for.

Someone with ability to call off the police.

You were there.

So I guess what I'm asking is...

where the hell is the book?

What's your boss up to out there?

You don't know the guy who owned this place before, do you?

No, of course you don't.

I barely knew him myself.

Though I didn't know him long, he taught me important things.

Some wisdom which I feel like I can impart to you right now.

Rule number one: Take the fight to them.

Set the rules, set the timetable.

You guys have pulled this one off admirably.

But rule number two is a little bit trickier for you.

Choose the battlefield.

You think that it's obvious that you'd wanna fight on ground that you know.

But this is the rule that people always ignore.

You know, aggression is good.

- Breach! - Home field advantage...

Finish him.

Always wins.

Hello, Junior.

That's the thanks I get for coming to save your life, huh?

I suppose I should have expected that.

Well, this is good, you know. We have lots of time now.

To talk.

Given what we're about to undertake.

- What are you talking about? - They've got your partner, don't they?

So you want Winston back?

And I want my book back.

- I guess we're working together again. - I'm not going anywhere with you.

- I don't think you got a choice now. - Hey, dude.

Well, whoopee-doo.

You're still keeping the same company, huh?

Yeah.

All kinds, huh?

What's it gonna be then?

- How did you find me? - I am a cop, you know.

Or was. Handed in my resignation today.

- What happened wasn't your fault. - Yeah, it was.

No, it wasn't.

It was both our faults, we're both to blame.

I know how you're feeling now, I know where you're at.

Nothing I say or do will change that.

But there's something I gotta say to you I think you need to hear.

You're not as stuck as you think.

There's another way.

There's nothing we can do to save Katherine right now.

Nothing.

But we can save the next one.

What, are you offering me a job?

- You looking for one? - No.

Think about it.

Oh, you know what? There's just one more thing.

You know my name, but I don't know a thing about you.

I don't know who you work for, where you came from.

Hell, I don't even know your real name. Who are you?

My name is Christopher Chance.

- You know what to do, right? - No problem, see you on the other side.

Chance.

We're gonna get him back.