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Dad?

I'm sorry I missed dinner.

I got held up at LAX.

Pardon? There's murder?

The cause of death was an unstable neck fracture which severed his spinal cord.

Your Mr. Kim died quickly and grimly. Only his name wasn't Kim.

His driver's license and his home address turned out to be bogus. And when

checked his prints, guess what?

This guy's not even in the system.

Makes sense.

He also had schistosomiasis, which is a parasitic infection endemic to the

Middle East.

Maybe your friend just got off an airplane.

Well, if he was a tourist, he was traveling light.

We found this under a parked car.

Is there any indication that the guy might have been strangled?

No, but obviously he put up a good fight.

And judging by the lividity and the temperature of the body, I'd say the fun

started at approximately 5 p .m.

That might help.

LAX photographs the license plates of any vehicle leaving the parking

With a little luck, I should be able to trace the killer's car.

Listen, if you find him, be careful. Anybody who can break a human neck with

bare hands.

I know.

Hey. Hey.

Oh, how tragic.

That guy picked a beautiful day to die.

Well, sorry you ruined your good mood.

Well, nothing is going to ruin this good mood. As of tomorrow, I'm taking a week

off, going down to Baja, doing a little fishing with my dad.

Whoa, is this the same Dr. Travis that went to extraordinary lengths to avoid

fishing with his father?

Well, somebody convinced me to spend a little quality time with my dad.

Well, I'm very happy to hear this.

Especially since your dad and you have been apart for so long.

That, my friend, is ancient history.

What do you mean you're canceling our trip?

I really can't talk about it, Jess.

Let's just say something's come up.

What, an emergency audit?

A problem at home. I've got to get back to Toronto tonight.

Your family.

My other family, yeah, right.

I'm sorry.

Look, Dad, sorry's not going to cut it this time, all right?

You and I need to talk this through. Well, maybe in a week or two I... No,

tonight. After my shift. Or you know what? You could just walk away.

You decide.

Okay. I'll meet you for dinner. Del Florius.

Eight o 'clock.

Don't be late.

Well, the car appears to be from our department, but I don't see how that's

pertinent to your investigation.

Mr. Drake, so far I've cleared every driver that was in the parking structure

the time of the murder, except for the driver of that car, who I presume works

out of this office. I don't see the relevance. I mean, the killer could have

been a walk -in.

Could have been. But I still need to talk to the driver of that car. He or

might have seen something.

It is unlikely that any of our employees were at LAX yesterday.

I mean, typically our field agents are assigned to rural areas where we help

protect California from invaders, bed flies and such.

Murdering unsuspecting travelers is a bit beyond our purview.

Well, my purview is catching criminals.

Now, if you don't want me coming back here with a search warrant and a bunch

very sloppy cops... Uh, Kessler, why don't you find out who used that car

night, all right?

Well, that may be difficult.

Our people don't always sign for the cars that they take.

They come and go as they need, however their assignments dictate.

You know, for a bunch of bug exterminators, your employees have a lot

latitude.

Nevertheless, that's the way we operate.

Kessler will get back to you if he finds any information.

Now we've got to get back to work.

A potential infestation has just been brought to my attention.

Are you Dr. Travis?

Yeah.

I guess I'll jump right to it.

I'm your brother, Bruce Travis.

Well, stepbrother, technically.

I didn't mean to shock you.

No.

Very tall.

Of course my dad's told me about you, but... But he never showed you a

right?

I don't even have a picture of him.

Have a seat.

Dane Travis has never been what you would call sentimental or willing to

with his problems.

He and Mom, my mom, have been going through some tough times.

She's had it with his always being gone.

I tell you, that's one of the reasons why my mom left him. And it's why I flew

in from Toronto to talk to Dad in person to try to make sure there's not going

to be another divorce.

But he's already checked out of his hotel, and no one seems to know where he

Well, look, I don't think you have anything to worry about. He's going to

back to Toronto tonight.

Tonight may not be soon enough.

Mom's really upset.

She was packing when I left. If he doesn't talk to her... You know, I don't

where he is right now, but I do know where he's going to be later. He and I

going to meet up at this restaurant called Del Florio's, and, well, you're

than welcome to join us.

Jordy yet?

I want you to know I'm really sorry about that Mexico trip.

Because it would have been the perfect place for us to start to get to know

other. But...

The truth is that we can start to get to know each other anywhere.

Even here. Look, the problem is I thought that I had gotten to know you

this Toronto thing and Bruce came up and... Bruce?

Bruce, your son, my stepbrother.

He came by my apartment earlier.

Bruce is here?

Yeah. He says he really needs to talk to you.

Well, he always does.

My goodness, to come all this way. I bet he's still wearing that dumb red jacket

he loves so much.

Actually, he was wearing a brown leather jacket. Pretty sharp, too.

Look, Dad, if you're having problems at home...

My God, Dad, you killed a man. You killed your own son.

That was not my son.

That was an assassin sent to kill me.

Why? We just grew up on his tax returns?

I'm not an accountant. I never was.

I'm a counterintelligence analyst.

I work for the company, CIA.

A spy?

You're telling me you're a spy?

And your other family?

There's no wife.

No brothers for you, step or otherwise.

You're the only son I've got, as far as I know.

Jess, you have to stick with me now.

They may be coming after you, too.

You know, I got a better idea, Daddy. I don't know if I told you this, but I'm a

spy, too.

Sorry, an intelligence officer. And I'm going to go down to the chief.

At control. And getting you some help. I said calm.

The first rule is calm. I ask you to stay calm.

Two victims, both

with broken necks, both carrying phony ID, not to mention they both were

suffering from the same parasitic condition.

I'd say it goes a bit beyond coincidence.

Beyond and out the door.

Was this latest one found near the airport, too?

I know Beverly Hills at a Del Florio's restaurant.

So much for their four -star rating.

Del Florio when?

Last night at 8.

Why, what's wrong?

Jessie was supposed to have dinner there last night at 8.

Nurse Rush just told me that she was complaining that he had returned any of

pages. What? Jessie couldn't be involved in any of this.

Well, if he is, he must have had plastic surgery.

Waiter Del Florio saw that guy go into the bathroom just before the body was

found. Dane?

Mark, do you know him?

Surveillance cameras, motion sensors, electrified fencing, cinnamon.

Some things never change.

One thing I learned from the IMF, the enemy can be anywhere, anyone.

Does that include me?

I also learned that eventually you have to trust someone, whether you like it or

not.

Yes, that's very true.

So, a couple of weeks ago, one of Saddam's son -in -laws got in touch with

parent station.

Looking to make a deal, of course.

He says that Iraq has finally figured out a way to buy

restricted American technology.

Nothing's impossible.

He says the information...

is coming through a series of dummy companies operating out of

Marseille, Antwerp, and London.

Like turnkey.

Exactly like turnkey.

You've spoken to Drake, of course.

But he doesn't want to talk about it.

That's disconcerting. Which is why I took it to Langley.

Not that it did any good, because nobody at the D .O. was interested.

Well, why should they be?

They're too busy justifying their existence to be bothered with a 20 -year

operation that went south.

Well, if nobody cares, then who's trying to kill me?

The Iraqis, the Libyans, those fun -loving Serbs.

They're all independent agents these days, you know.

None of them have any reason to come after me.

I'm a discard.

I haven't been active since the wall came down.

Cinnamon, what are you keeping this thing around for?

Oh, it's one of the few reminders from the old days that I've held on to.

It was taken just before... Greg Kessler so

badly wanted to be on the IMF team.

He thought this mission would get him there.

I wouldn't be surprised if his son...

Made assistant director someday.

Greg would be so proud.

You sure about that?

He loved the great game.

Well, so did I once.

I certainly never wanted my son involved. I did everything I could to

away from my family, and now we're right in the middle.

Oh, it's just me.

Sorry.

Now it doesn't look like anyone I know.

Are you sure?

Because my father says that's Dane Travis.

The security guard in the lobby of your building said he looks like one of your

employees. Gentlemen, Dane Travis is a field agent.

He specializes in Mexican bean beetles.

That's funny because Dane told his son he worked for a shoe company.

Now you're telling me he kills bugs for a living.

What's the truth here?

Well, the truth is I don't see how any of this applies to your investigation.

You don't?

Your employee, Dane Travis, was observed at the scene of a murder.

A car from your motor pool, which you no doubt has access to, was observed in

another order.

That's what's called a coincidence.

Like it's coincidence that no one, federal, state, or local, has ever heard

you, Mr. Drake.

Or your Bureau of Investigatory Surveys.

That's because we're in the bug business, not the publicity business.

Now, if you'll excuse me, we've got a meeting to go to.

Oh, let's be going, too.

See if I have some calls I'd like to make.

Like to the, uh, Senator?

Yes. She owes me a couple of favors, and then there's the governor. I haven't

talked to him in a while. I wonder if Judge Hightower's in his office. If he's

not, I'll call him at home.

Don't try to bluff me, Dr. Sloan. It's a waste of your time and mine.

Well, it is, if I'm bluffing.

Now, who is this Dane Travis, and what does he do?

He's an analyst.

Occupied in highly sensitive work.

But it is not the work that would give him cause to kill anyone.

Beyond that, we are not at liberty to say any more, and you gentlemen are not

liberty to ask any more.

Well, are you at least at liberty enough to tell us whether Dane Travis is

capable of cold -blooded, unprovoked murder?

Depending on the circumstances, I would say that Dane Travis is capable of

anything.

No way.

I know Travis.

He served with my father.

He's not the kind of man that would go rogue.

Kessler.

I said, excuse me, gentlemen, as I said, we have a meeting.

Are you at liberty to say you're satisfied with that?

I'm not either.

All this started a long, long time ago.

In a galaxy far, far away.

Before you were an accountant.

When the Soviets realized that their technology was

hopelessly outdated.

uh in the mid 60s they came up with this operation turnkey which was a simple

plan steel all the technology they could get their hands on hey look you really

don't have to bother with any of this history was my best subject but you

probably wouldn't know that would you at one point my team's

job was to make sure they didn't get hold of a top secret uh A piece of

technology was a new DOD computer program.

Wow. That's just like James Bond.

What did you do next? Save the world?

My partner was a man named Greg Kessler.

Greg intercepted the tapes in East Germany and hid them.

Made a run for the border. I was waiting for him on the other side.

Unfortunately, the Soviets were waiting, too.

They captured him?

Well, they would have. They were right on top of him, but he broke cover

and turned into the spotlight

to give me a better shot so I couldn't miss.

He knew that if they got him...

So you killed your friend?

Not that it made a whole lot of difference.

Ultimately, the Soviets found the tapes anyway.

And we didn't save anything. We lost it all.

It has to be here.

Ah.

Hmm. Friday, April 20th, 1981.

Private ceremony, of course.

We didn't like to attract attention, even when we earned the occasional

commendation.

You know, this could easily be a fake.

Yes, it could.

So could I.

So could those men who were trying to kill your father. We could all be safe.

In fact, I am expert at laying other people.

But this time, we're just ourselves.

Eventually, it had to be that way.

If you want to go, we won't stop you.

My dad the spy.

I tell you, this is going to take some getting used to.

But I do get some bragging rights, don't I?

Ah, sure.

There's a lot to brag about.

How I spent my life neglecting my family so I could learn

how to live looking over my shoulder and end up...

Alone in a room, pushing papers.

Well, Dad, you're not alone.

Not anymore.

What's our next move?

There is somebody we could talk to, somebody from the old days that might be

able to give us some answers.

Yes, do come this way, gentlemen.

Quite a big place. Here we are.

Getting out of the game is one of the smartest things I ever did.

Providing high -tech security for wealthy clients is much more secure and

profitable.

What we're in the market for today, dear boy, is a few answers.

Well, I'm afraid all my old contacts are either dead or writing their memoirs.

But why waste time with me, surely, Drake?

He'll give you access to all the information you seek, and after all, you

work for him. Why not call him?

Well, you of all people should know how vulnerable a phone line can be.

Yes. Well, he called me up just this morning, and he didn't seem to be caring

who was listening.

I thought you said you got out of the game.

But not out of Drake's Rolodex.

I rather suspect that he was contacting all your father's old friends.

He very much wants you to come in.

Well, maybe you could set that up.

I suppose so, for old time's sake.

Someplace neutral.

Your ignorant, blundering interference is jeopardizing an important operation.

We'll call first the senator and the governor.

You need to understand something, Dr. Sloan.

There are certain things that we cannot compromise.

I'm not interested in compromises. I'm interested in facts.

Well, in our business, facts can be slippery things.

Sometimes to achieve our ends, we have to fool our enemies into believing that

they're running the operation, when in point of fact, we are.

And vice versa.

It's a chess game.

Move, counter -move.

Deceit against deceit. My friend's missing.

You're the key to finding him. That's all I'm interested in.

Have your son call me.

I've arranged a meet. I'll bring in Dane and Dr. Travis.

And then we'll all have to face the facts.

to talk to him alone first.

There are some things that Dane Travis must hear. I think it's best if he hears

it directly from me.

This guy has killed two people with his bare hand.

That's all right, detective.

I have some ability to take care of myself.

I'll give you five minutes.

It's not what you think it is, Dave.

Really?

You should have come to me first.

I did.

You stonewalled me.

There are reasons why I didn't want you digging into the turnkey file. Personal

reasons. It started getting personal when people started shooting at us.

No, Dad.

This guy owes you some answers.

You've been running for your life, and he's walking around playing Mr. Need -to

-Know. Enough is enough.

Sounds right, Dave.

I think it's time you knew what was going on.

Your friend's gonna be all right.

The longer we hang around here, the more likely he'll be pulled into this.

We can't just steal a cop car, Dad. I mean, the LAPD will track us down right

away. Well, not if we deactivate his lojack.

And switch plates. Now, can we stop talking about it and go?

A drake took two mercury -chipped hollow points in the chest.

Yeah, and forensics.

I found shell casings on a roof 100 yards away.

Yeah, I don't think we can safely assume that Mr. Drake was done in by a pro.

Someone probably connected with Dane Travis.

I mean, the man is involved in three homicides that we know of, and he did

attack Steve.

I charged in with a gun in my hand.

Dane didn't know who I was. Someone had just tried to kill him.

I don't think it's surprising he tried to defend himself.

Well, what would have happened if Jesse hadn't been there?

And what's going to happen to Jesse now?

Oh, I know. I'm just as worried about him as you are.

Well, I know one thing for sure.

Dane wouldn't do anything to hurt Jesse, and I think he'll do everything he can

to protect him.

Father's intuition.

Hey, look, I'm no expert, but I do think that going through a police officer's

briefcase is against the law.

If he didn't want it searched, he shouldn't have left it in his car.

Patient's liver showed signs of presen... presen... I'm afraid

I don't know this language.

I do.

It says here that his liver was infected with presynosoidal fibrinogenesis

consistent with hepatic schistosomiasis.

It's a parasitic condition common to certain areas in the Middle East.

What areas?

Well, any place with a large body of fast -flowing fresh water.

Al -om.

Al -who?

Al -om al -askare.

Iraqi military intelligence.

And our friend, Mr. Garrison, has many relationships with Alarm going back

before the Iran -Iraq war. That man is perfectly capable of putting together a

new turnkey.

And he set up the meeting between you and Drake.

I think we need to ask Mr. Garrison some questions and then bring him in.

I don't understand. I thought that Garrison was your friend. Why would he

you into the Iraqis?

The world is rarely what it seems to be.

The fate of the man.

I've worn many a mask, deceived a lot of people.

A little paranoia can be very useful sometimes.

Cinnamon, you don't have to get involved in this. Al Arm is not looking for you.

Long time ago, Drake was a friend.

I don't have many left.

I've had units check the airport, bus and train terminals, but no luck so far.

Well... Dane Travis isn't your standard fugitive. Standard operating procedures

are not likely to track him down.

I don't know what else I can do.

I don't want you to do anything, Detective Sloan.

My people are taking over this investigation.

It's a federal matter now.

So, uh, what are your people planning on doing?

Well, solving this case.

By finding and arresting Dane Travis.

I was there. Travis didn't kill Drake.

Well, he might not have pulled the trigger, but he could have had an

You said Travis wasn't the kind of man to go rogue. And I did believe that.

Now I'm not so sure.

Well, what about Jesse? Travis still has him.

Well, we'll make every effort to keep our ancillary casualties to a minimum.

Ancillary casualties?

Is that the way you refer to innocent people?

Send your files to my office.

For the sake of interdepartmental cooperation, I'll keep you fully

I have a feeling that these people terminate first and ask questions later.

We cannot let this go.

I'll kill the power.

We're ready.

What do

you spies have

against knocking?

Looking good up there. You can do it. Remember, let the ring do the work for

you.

We can work on that.

It's okay.

You okay?

Dear boy, I hope you weren't planning a sudden exit.

No, I'm providing a distraction.

I'm a big believer in backup.

Generators and otherwise.

Hands on your heads, please.

Cinnamon, you guys have a backup plan, right?

I hate to disappoint you, Dane, but I didn't kill Drake.

I didn't send the Iraqis after you, and I don't intend to harm you now.

All I want is to take my well -deserved gains and enjoy a nice long vacation.

Perhaps Rio.

It's carnival time.

You have no interest in protecting Turkey.

What's the left to protect?

I made a nice piece of change off it, but I was never more than the hired

And the name of your employer has just happened to slip your mind.

Not at all. It was Alexander M. Drake.

The M stands for Morris, I think.

Drake wasn't a traitor.

He would never sell out his own country.

Especially to the Iraqis.

I sent you to him so that he could tell you himself.

This operation is... Well, it was his.

You were always the most adorable liar.

How about the truth? Doesn't matter now. Just this once.

Hold it.

Give me the gun. That's a very good idea, Mr. Garrison.

How in hell did you find us? It wasn't too hard.

Just followed the LoJack signal from my car.

I disconnected the LoJack.

Somebody needed a backup plan.

Perfect timing.

Look, what have I done that warrants all this ill will?

Well, murder, telling secrets to the Iraqis.

Drake paid me good money. Why would I kill him?

And those secrets that I sold?

All thornies.

Drake practically admitted that to me the last time I saw him.

And he also said, it's time to face facts.

Yes, well, the fact is that all the technology that we've sold to the Iraqis

designed to act as a high -tech Trojan horse.

It gives us access to all their most sensitive facilities.

It's a great little operation, like the old turnkey.

Well, that was Drake's operation, too.

He wanted the Soviets to lay their hands on that computer program.

That?

Was it Trojan Horse?

Yes.

Well, as soon as they'd implemented it, we would have tapped in, well, into

their entire defense matrix.

I guess it didn't work out the way Drake planned.

It worked perfectly.

The only thing that happened was that the Soviets only used it to operate the

Minsk subway system.

It was all for nothing.

He wanted to tell you himself.

He wanted to finally own up to the truth.

Turkey then and Turkey now was always a CIA operation.

A con.

Sloan here. It worked once.

We thought it would work again.

Right.

That was Kessler being interdepartmentally cooperative.

Leading a strike team to this warehouse.

Kessler? Who's Kessler?

CIA. We're going to be up to our neck in flak jackets in five minutes, tops.

Mark, you can't just let him take my dad.

Right.

Mr. Garrison, would you have a seat, please?

to cut in on you, Kessler. But if I hadn't grabbed Garrison here, he would

been long gone.

Seal the building.

Set up checkpoints across streets. Now. Yes, sir.

All right, let's establish a perimeter. You realize, of course, that I shall be

grilled for hours.

The price of glory.

Jesse fixed us some lunch.

Travis Special, he calls it.

Sausage, fries, and chili. As a doctor, I can't really recommend it.

Well, that's okay. I'm not really hungry.

I understand.

Jesse told me about Kessler.

My son would not make it very good.

Intelligence officer, he talks too much. Well, it's only when he's worried.

Right now, he's very much worried about you.

Should he be?

Let me kill Greg Kessler.

So the Soviets would believe the computer program was the real thing. And

worked. They took it.

And they used it.

So we could get the running time to the Minsk subway.

I'm very sorry.

I gave up everything for the company.

Marriage. Family.

Everything that means anything to a normal human being, because it seemed so

right, even when I had a kill.

It still seemed right then.

But now, well, now doesn't say the truth, Dave.

For 40 years, all of us were half expecting those bombs to drop on us.

But what you did, all the sacrifices you made, helped to make sure that never

did happen.

Well, I hope so.

But the truth is, Greg and I were used and discarded by the people we worked

the same way I discarded half of my life. 25 years I could have spent

watching my son grow up.

Everybody deserves a second chance.

Even a discard.

I've seen high schools with better security than this.

We need to move Dane and Jesse back to my place.

Just as soon as we get a few questions answered.

You people have a nerve.

I've just spent six hours being interrogated by a very determined

you drag me out here to ask me even more questions.

Garrison, complaining is useless.

You ought to get to the bottom of this as much as we do.

So think, who would want Drake and Dane out of the way? I haven't the slightest

idea.

You know, I think maybe you do.

The Iraqis were buying your phony secrets through turnkey.

Now, somebody told them that Dane was a threat.

Well, that would explain why the alarm are all over the place.

Question is, who tipped the Iraqis about Dane?

Drake? No, he wouldn't have anything to gain by killing one of his own people

and jeopardizing his whole operation.

And he certainly didn't arrange his own hit.

Well, I didn't. Hit squads are bad for business.

So who did?

Maybe Mossad.

They could have tricked El Am into coming out into the open in order to

their American spy network.

No, Mossad would never act that rashly. On the other hand, the Iranians couldn't

hesitate to undermine the Iraqis.

And maybe the Canadians did it to cause trouble for the Portuguese.

Look, I'm sorry, guys, but these wild theories are getting us nowhere.

Yeah, Steve's right. I mean, this is not a case of nations moving against

nations. This is about one...

Person. One particular person seeking revenge.

Let's get right to the point. The price for Dane Travis's present location is a

quarter of a million American dollars deposited directly into my Cayman's

account.

Well, don't look so dismayed. We both know that you have twice that much in

discretionary monies available.

And here I thought Travis was a friend of yours.

A friend is one thing.

Accumulating a small fortune is another.

Dane and his son are at Cinnamon Carter's house.

Approach with care.

The place is well defended.

Don't worry.

I was first in my class in perimeter penetration.

Might as well come out, Dane.

Nowhere left for you to go.

When did you find out I killed your father?

Last year.

When I was promoted to the L .A. station.

So you decided to get even.

contacted the Iraqis and told them a certain CIA operative was a threat to

flow of stolen technology.

They sent their agents after him.

Considering you're still alive, they must have sent the second straight.

And when Drake tried to bring me in, you killed him.

Which is why you came here alone.

So I can kill you.

Gotta do better than that, Jimmy.

I wonder, Dane.

You'll miss your son as much as I miss my father.

You shouldn't play with guns.

Get your hands on the counter.

He should have gone for a head shot, Kessler.

Better still, he should never have come here at all.

Smart move, setting me up like this.

Well, actually, this was the good doctor's idea.

How did you know?

Well, I saw how devastated Dane was by the turnkey revelations.

I realized it was even worse for you.

Dane had to live with the guilt, but you had to live without a father.

And yet, curiously, you always defended Dane, never giving any indication that

you knew.

And yet, because you were Drake's assistant, you had to have known.

Yeah, I knew.

Everything they told me, for years, about my father, the mission.

How do you think that made me feel?

I can't even imagine.

Let's go.

So the police dropped all the charges, huh? They weren't thrilled about it, but

there wasn't much they could do. I didn't kill Drake, and the company

up on the two alumni agents.

So you were completely off the hook.

The good news doesn't stop coming.

Cinnamon and I have been reactivated.

We're headed back to Langley to take over the new turnkey operation.

Wow. Cinnamon must be happy about that.

She's ecstatic. Anything to get away from those video monitors.

And back in the real game.

Well, don't forget to send me a postcard from Virginia.

I'll have to send it to you from West L .A.

I refuse the job unless I could be based here.

We've got 20 years of catch -up to do, you know?

Now, I suggest you pack a bag for Cabo, because they're running like crazy right

now.