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I'm afraid I have a confession to make.

Confession?

This is really embarrassing, but when I
first met you, I thought to myself, oh,

wonderful, another marina jock who only
has women, wine, and whoopee on his

mind. Oh, yeah, I've met guys like that.

Boy, did I have you wrong.

You're sensitive, sincere.

I really feel I can trust you. You never
know how much that means to me.

It's why I became a marine biologist.

Maybe you can't trust most men.

But take dolphins, for instance. That's
my favorite fish.

Mammal.

Almost.

That funny little smile they wear all
the time.

Is that the smile of a friend or what? I
don't know.

Guess what kind of smile you've got.

You answer it.

I'll clear the table. Yeah.

Surprise, honey, I'm home.

You.

Honey, you all right?

Looks like you've seen a ghost.

Where are you going?

Why, darling, you did find a new maid.

I'm Christy Keaton, and if Rick's hired
you, I'm sure you're gonna be just fine.

I am not the maid.

You're not the maid? Well, then... Oh,
Rick, Rick, Rick, not again. How could

you? What?

Who is this woman? You promised me Tammy
would be the last. Tammy?

Tammy? Of course, he didn't tell you
we're engaged, did he?

Engaged? Now, watch. He's gonna deny
even knowing me. Go ahead, deny her. No,

don't deny knowing her, but I... Oh,
that's big of you. I knew her a long,

time ago. I haven't seen her in years. I
don't want to see her now.

This time I'll let you walk all over me
like this. The wedding is off.

Oh, don't pull that.

Leave her alone.

What? I am so, so sorry. I had no idea.
Honestly, I didn't. Please, you can't

blame yourself. I mean, how could you?
Now, just wait a minute here.

Susan. Susan.

Susan, I swear to God, she is lying.
Don't touch me, you... You prestation!

Long time no see.

Look, you're upset. I understand.

Rick, I need a favor.

You!

Rick, I'm going to hire you for a job.
Lady, I wouldn't work for you if it were

the last job on earth. Yes, but this is
a really, really good job. You must...

Rick, Rick, I'm talking to you.

Rick.

It would be an honor to take your case,
Miss Keaton.

Christy.

Christy.

By the way, I just have to tell you,
that documentary that you did on

Afghanistan, I thought that was
incredible.

I mean, you know, all those months of
traveling with the Freedom Fighters and

risking your life.

Yeah, it was fun.

Fun.

Hey, Rick.

Rick, I want you to meet our new...
Rick!

Excuse me just a moment.

That's my brother, and he's... My
brother.

Strange.

Rick, what's going on?

Where are you going? I'm going to walk
around the block, and when I come back,

she will be gone. I will say good
morning, A .J., and we will pretend that

never happened.

All right, Rick.

Now, I know that somewhere in the depth
of that Byzantine labyrinth you like to

call your mind, you think you're making
sense. We are not taking that woman as a

client. Why not?

Because she is a weasel, A .J., a witch,
a lying, brazen beast who would sell

her own mother for a story. How do you
know?

Rick and I knew each other in Vietnam.

That's how.

I dropped out of college and went to
work as a freelance correspondent.

Where she earned a Ph .D. in disregard
of human life. Rick.

I am not taking the case, Christy. So
don't try to pull any end runs with my

brother here.

I think A .J. can speak for himself.

Let me tell you something about my
brother and me.

Something you wouldn't know if it walked
up and bit you.

It's called loyalty.

If one of us doesn't want to take a
case, we don't take the case. Right, A

Right, A .J.?

She's

paying us $2 ,000 for that. And we never
let money interfere with that loyalty,

right, A .J.? $2 ,000 we're taking. We
are not. We are, too. Are not. Are, too.

Look at it this way, Rick.

You give me one hour of your life and
the rest of it's yours.

I'll never bother you again, I promise.

I want that on paper.

In blood.

Yours.

We got the wrong address, don't we? She
and her cameraman were supposed to be

here almost an hour ago.

Fifty -five minutes, sixteen seconds,
four and a half more minutes, I'm a free

man.

What did she do to you?

I don't want to talk about it.

Oh, come on. Blood under the bridge, A
.J.

Three minutes, 59 seconds, 58, 7, 6.

They're here.

Hi. You must be Masaki.

I'm A .J. Simon. This is my brother,
Rick.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. Where's Grisby?

Nice to meet you.

Uh, did Miss Keaton say whom she was
meeting

out here?

Thank you very much.

Oh, where did she find this guy?

All right, that's it. Time's up. I'm out
of here. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Come

on, Rick. You can't just walk off a job.

Watch me.

Where's Christy Keaton? She said she'd
only bring a cameraman.

Uh, she hired us to escort her.

This was going to happen. I knew it.

Down here.

Is this the worst you meant?

Oh, no. This is peanuts. Just waste.

Man's right.

Twitch and you're dead meat.

12 -gauge air trigger, and it's aimed
right at the top of your hat, buddy.

My name's Brian McKenzie, Sheriff, Clear
Creek County, Idaho.

Nice to meet you.

On your feet.

Over there.

Stanley?

Spot them over here.

Get their guns.

Who is this, your faithful companion,
Tonto?

My deputy, Stan Young.

Nice to meet you. Shut up.

And you three are most definitely under
arrest.

Hey, Jane. Well, this is the worst.

Hi, guys. How you doing?

Not too bad, huh?

I want to see your commanding officer,
and I want to see him right now.

He's a her.

Oh, a skirt.

It's Lieutenant Skirt to you.

Nice to meet you.

How may I help you?

Me, McKenzie.

Sheriff, Clear Creek County, Idaho.

I got a warrant here for the arrest of
one Jim Ducote.

Well, then you have the wrong people.
Those are the Simon brothers.

Oh, that's cute.

I'm glad to see your friend of theirs,
because it's going to make booking them

on obstruction of justice just that much
easier.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Damn near had my suspect this morning.
These two guys opened fire and helped

to get away.

We did not.

Nixon. Yes, sir? Run this warrant
through the computer.

Right away, sir.

We have well -established procedures for
extradition here in California. One of

them being you inform local authorities
of your presence.

Lady, if I followed all those rules,
Dakota would be a thousand miles and

states ahead of us by now.

Just... Throw these boys in cells.

Let me ask them a few questions.

You call it square.

I know it sounds quaint, Mackenzie.

But those rules, I call laws.

And I decide who gets jailed in my
precinct.

You trying to intimidate me?

I don't try anything.

Well, forget it.

Stanley.

We got us a killer to catch.

In my office, now.

So,

Chrissy Keaton hired you to escort her
and her cameraman to interview a man?

Well, more like a kid, actually. He
seemed scared.

That scared kid is wanted for three
counts of murder and five rapes. Not to

mention the little things like armed
robbery and aggravated assault.

He's exactly who Mackenzie claims.

So you've been a few.

$2 ,000 for one hour's work.

Respected photojournalist, I begged him
not to take this case, but would he

listen? Okay, okay, here it is. You say
you got snookered. Well, I can believe

it of you two.

But now you know the truth.

You stay away from this case, or I'll
make Mackenzie look like Mother Teresa.

Clear?

Come on, A .J., admit it.

All right, all right, so she's a line
witch. And a weasel. And a weasel.

Look at the bright side. Look at the
bright side?

Never going to darken our door again.

Goodbye.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I
love you. I love you. I love you. I love

you. I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

First, what's the idea of ditching us at
the rendezvous?

Well, my car had a flat tire.

Oh, please.

I was stuck on your lovely San Diego
freeway for hours.

Jim Ducote contacted me two weeks ago in
New York. He saw some piece I did about

a man who'd been falsely accused.

Ducote says he's being railroaded to,
and he wants me to go public with his

story. Are you saying he didn't commit
the crime?

Good chance.

Ducote's from someplace in Idaho.

Clear Creek County.

How'd you know that?

Close encounters of the redneck kind.

McKenzie?

That's him.

That's the guy Decote says has been
setting him up.

McKenzie runs Clear Creek County like
his own personal kingdom.

About three years ago, when his daughter
was raped and killed, he decided Decote

did it.

Decote knew he wasn't going to get a
fair trial, so he ran for it. I saw this

a movie once.

And every time he starts to close in on
Decote, he escapes.

Then McKenzie gets real cozy with the
local law enforcement, and he convinces

them to add on any unsolved local crimes
to his rap fee.

If the man is innocent, why doesn't he
just turn himself in?

You saw what happened today.

If McKenzie doesn't shoot him on sight,
he'll extradite him back to Clear Creek

County, lock him up, and throw away the
key. We know the feeling.

Now Dakota thinks I set him up.

He's going to be running like a scared
rabbit. You've got to help me find him.

Uh -uh. No, not me. No, no, not this
kid.

No. If you don't, it'll be on your
conscience. No. Oh, yes, you have let a

innocent fall through the cracks of
American justice.

Bravo. Bravo. Great performance. You
haven't lost a step.

Now, let's see. Next come the tears.

Come on, let's see them.

And then what is this I hear? A music
cue?

Violins, perhaps?

You think this is a con.

Oh.

Was it a calm that time in Pleiku when
Private Willie Martinez was arrested for

murdering his NCO?

That has got nothing to do with this.

And you wouldn't quit until you proved
him innocent.

All because you believed in him.

Well, I believe in Jim Ducote.

I also happen to believe in you.

This guy having to start out as a depot
mechanic doesn't mean he stayed one.

Hi, Andy Simon here of Simon Auto Parts,
and we're looking for the mechanic

who's won our contest for the all
-expenses -paid tour to Hawaii.

I don't

eat bait.

We're having a little trouble reading
the name on the application, but it

like Jim Ducote.

No one by that name, I see.

I will. Thank you for your trouble.

Hey, Jay.

There's got to be a thousand auto repair
shops in San Diego. This is impossible.

It's not going to work.

Praise the Lord.

Oh, sir, you have no idea what this
means to me. When my mother put my

and me up for adoption, I just thought
I'd never see him again.

Thank you, Jesus. My search is over.

Now, please, please don't tell him I
called because I want to surprise him,

know? Thank y 'all so much.

God bless.

Well, I've got a mechanic here who fits
his description exactly.

Hey, wait for me.

Uh -uh. No way. You stay right here. If
it's him, we'll let you know.

So you want to talk about it?

Talk about what?

The epic saga.

of Rick Simon and Christy Keating.

Come on, Rick. You've been behaving like
a raving, frothing lunatic ever since

she showed up. I think it would help if
you talked about it.

I was on R &R in Saigon, summer of 72.

I hit this bar. It was a hangout for war
correspondents.

And there she was.

Couldn't have been more than 20.

Hair down to her waist and those gin
-clear blue eyes.

The kind of eyes that you know once you
get lost in them you might never find

your way out.

Took me three drinks just to work up my
nerve to say hello.

So you two had an affair or something?

More like a trip to another planet.

She was just so perfect. I kept thinking
to myself that.

I've got to be hallucinating.

She's not real.

Turns out she wasn't.

She was just using me to get her big
career Megan Moore story.

Oh, come on, Rick.

That's a little hard to believe.

Yeah, sure, she's ambitious, but I don't
think she'd be cruel like that. Believe

it.

We've got company.

Anybody we know?

Oh, guys.

Tated on their life's play.

Lone Ranger and his faithful companion.

Hang on.

It's only going to take 30 more minutes,
okay?

30 more minutes.

Hi.

Hi. Can I help you? Do you work here?

No, I'm going to a fashion show.

I own this place.

So, what can I do for you?

Well, we're looking for a friend of
ours. A guy by the name of Jim Ducote. I

understand he works here.

I never heard of him.

Well, he might be going by a different
name. He's, uh...

Oh, about six feet tall, early 20s,
brown hair, brown eyes.

We had a guy here who looked like that
before my daddy died, but he quit.

All right. Thank you. Thanks anyway.

Hey, come on. Take it easy. We're on
your side.

Come on.

Cody, you're coming with us.

What's going on here?

Nothing. He's our friend.

Oh, well, he's our friend, too.

Right, A .J.? Right.

Right. Absolutely. You bet.

Right.

Friend.

Smile when you hit him, boys.

Absolutely fabulous, guys. Just great
work.

Oh, Miss, I could get a picture of these
two, would you? What are you doing

here? Saving your neck.

My name's Christy Keaton. You may have
seen me on the news.

I'm shooting a TV documentary called The
Last American Male.

We set up fictional situations just like
this.

Fictional?

You mean this ain't for real?

Oh, no, no. These two are trained
actors. In fact, I'll bet you've seen

face on TV a thousand times.

Yeah, he does look a little familiar.

You on the party boys?

Yes, well, we set up real -life tests
that require average American men to

demonstrate the courage, loyalty, and
friendship that has made this country

great.

Unfortunately, out of 12, you're the
only two to pass that test.

Really?

Pitiful. The whole damn country's gone
to dogs.

I agree.

And... As a woman, I want to personally
thank you for restoring my faith in

American manhood.

Well, thank you, ma 'am.

Do you know what I mean? It's
manipulative. Thank God.

Well, I would just love to spend some
real time with you, but unfortunately,

have three other setups to shoot and
we're behind schedule already. But if

just call this number right here, we'll
get you your release forms, okay?

Thanks again. You were just fantastic.
Well, thank you, pretty lady.

Thank you.

Bye. Bye.

Jim, I... You can let go of him now.

Jim,

I'm so sorry about what happened before.
You have to believe me. I had nothing

to do with it.

Why the hell should I believe you?

Because it's the truth.

Listen, I'm willing to put your story on
camera any time, any place you say.

If there ain't a place in the world that
I'd feel safe doing it.

We have a place.

Will.

Will.

Hello?

Mom?

Oh, hi, Mom.

Look, we just need to ask you a little
favor.

I don't want to hear it. No, but let me
explain. Not one word.

I am walking out the door to a much
-deserved, fun -filled, carefree weekend

skiing in Vail. And if you tell me what
this is all about, I'll have a terrible

time. Now, just promise me you'll leave
the house intact.

Cross our hearts.

Good.

Have a nice day, everybody.

Whoever you are. Nice to meet you.

You never stay in one place too long.

You're always looking over your
shoulder. And the worst part about it is

you never have any real friends.

Well, I did have one friend.

See, most of last year I was bending
fenders down in Galton, Mexico.

And it's right off the reservation
there.

It was this Navajo kid.

It was Josh.

He was always hanging around the shop.

Never said anything, just watched.

So I finally let him help me.

Josh may have been a high school
dropout.

With cars, he was Albert Einstein.

One day he took me down to his family's
Hogan and showed me this rusty heap.

It was a 46 Ford.

We towed it back to the shop and went to
work on it.

Josh did most of the restoring.

It took him six months that he turned
that into a museum

piece.

What happened?

Uh, well, you know, some local redneck
stole it.

Too good for an Indian, they said.

I told Josh to just forget it.

We'd just get ourselves another car.

He had too much of himself in it.

And he couldn't let it go.

And one night he went to get it back.

And, uh... And what?

They were boozing it up at some honky
-tonk, and he was trying to hotwire it

when they caught him.

And they beat him to death with a pool
cue.

I wanted to go to a funeral.

It was a Navajo funeral, you know.

And I got up early that morning to head
out to the reservation.

And the sun was coming up from behind.

As I'm heading down the highway, I see
Mackenzie going the other way.

I didn't look back. I just kept right on
going.

You want to know something funny?

Mackenzie convinced the local
authorities to pin Josh's murder on me.

No get shot.

What? I'm very sorry, but no get shot.

No record.

No wonder.

Thing's been hit by a bullet.

It must have happened during the
shootout. Man, you're lucky to be alive.

You mean we didn't get any of it?

Tomorrow, new camera, right away.

I don't give a damn about tomorrow.

You think lightning's gonna strike
twice?

He'll never tell that story that way
again.

You've blown it. Christy, cool it. It
wasn't his fault.

The hell it wasn't.

I pay you good money, mister, to do your
job. You can just take your camera and

go to hell. That's it.

Wait a minute. Where are you taking me?
Let go of me!

How dare you? I don't know who the hell
you think you are, and I don't care, but

you don't get to talk to Masaki or any
other human being like that while I'm

around. I'll talk to anybody, any way I
damn well please. Okay, fine. Let's see

how you like it. You are a self
-centered, headline -hunting media

treats people like wind -up toys.

Oh, really?

Well, that wasn't your opinion in
Vietnam, was it?

No.

No, I was so crazy in love with you, I
couldn't see straight.

But I wasn't the only one, was I?

So was that crew chief you conned.

I didn't con him. The hell you didn't!

Did you know he got court -martialed for
flying you into my fire base?

Seems the Pentagon takes a real dim view
of getting correspondents killed in

action. Well, I guess you consider that
a misfortune in my case.

My platoon was supposed to reinforce a
Green Beret detachment being overrun by

.C. that day.

But then some P .R. happy brass saw you
stepping off that chopper and we were

ordered to play bodyguard for you.

Five berets got killed that day.

some of them. Hell, we might have been
able to save all of them, but that ain't

no big deal, is it? Because you got your
story, didn't you?

And that is all that has ever mattered
to you.

I've already apologized to Misaki, and
now I'm here to apologize to you.

May I come in?

I'm not very good at this.

I haven't had much practice at saying
I'm sorry.

But I am.

I'm sorry, Rick, for today, for
everything.

It'll help here.

What I did in Vietnam was stupid.

It was unforgivable.

I was a kid. I was green and gung -ho.

I'll never forget the look in your eyes
that day.

I was half afraid you would kill me and
half afraid that you wouldn't.

You see, I felt like I'd killed those
Green Berets.

And I knew I killed whatever you and I
had together.

I couldn't face it, so I just ran. I ran
and I never looked back.

And now I wished I hadn't.

I just wanted you to know that.

Christy? You didn't kill those brave.

The VC did that.

Why is your phone off the hook? I've
been trying to reach you all morning.

phone is off the hook because I wanted
some privacy, Abigail.

Well, well, this place isn't half as
uncivilized as I thought it would be.

Well, gee, thanks. What were you
expecting?

Oh, wall -to -wall pinups.

Your supply of beer bottles, dirty sweat
sock.

Sorry.

It's really very nice.

You know, I might just reconsider that
dinner invitation.

What's in there? The boudoir?

Abigail, I'd like for you to meet
Christy Keaton.

Christy, this is Lieutenant Abigail
Marsh, one of San Diego's finest.

How do you do?

I've seen you.

On television, that is.

You're very good.

Your work.

That is.

Thank you.

We need you down at headquarters.

Now?

Now.

Do you mind telling me what this is all
about? I was wondering the same thing

myself.

Did you get us down here because of him?

That's a nice job you boys did on us on
the highway.

I thought I might just return the
compliment and introduce you to one of

Ducote's victims, Delia Clay.

You go ahead, Miss Clay.

Tell me the story.

It was two years ago.

Ken.

He was my boyfriend, and me were on a
picnic in the mountains.

It starts to get dark, and we were
getting ready to leave when an old Chevy

drives up, and a man gets out.

He's got a gun.

He makes Ken tie me up, and then he
takes him out behind some trees,

and I hear shots.

And then he comes back and he says that
Ken is dead.

And then he... And then he... This is
what she looked like

when he got through with her.

This the man who beat you up and raped
you?

Miss Clay.

Yes, that's him.

I'll never forget his face.

Never.

Never!

Well?

You still want to pretend you don't know
where Dakota is?

Back upstairs.

Did you have to be so theatrical?

I mean, this was our mom's favorite
front door.

You think this is funny?

Where is he?

He was here an hour ago. Here's his
jacket.

Gone. No sign.

Damn it.

You check out back. I want to have a
word with these boys alone.

I don't expect you boys to understand
what it means to me to catch this man.

Actually, we do have some idea, yes.

My Karen was just 18.

She'd just been elected homecoming queen
senior year.

She wanted major criminology.

She wanted... She wanted to be like her
old man.

You can tell us more if you want to,
Sheriff.

But if I were looking for Ducote, I
think I'd hurry on out to Garage 179,

five miles west of Julian.

That's all I wanted to hear.

You're gonna be a beautiful woman one
day, Janine.

And I'd ask you to write, but... I don't
know I'll be.

I'm never gonna see you again, am I?

Probably not.

Don't even think about it, boy.

You really know how to charm them, don't
you?

Said what you did to my little girl.

I know you don't give a damn about this,
Sheriff.

But I didn't kill your daughter.

You're right.

I don't give a damn about it.

A .J., you believe in fate?

Come again?

Destiny. Kismet.

I give up.

What's the punchline?

Well, it's just... That every time
Christy and I are together, it's like...

like these dark storm clouds hanging
over my head, and the air becomes thick,

you know?

Electric.

Next thing I know, I'm drowning.

To you, Christy is either a goddess or
the Wicked Witch of the West, nothing in

between. Didn't it ever occur to you
that maybe she's just a perfectly

ordinary human being?

No.

We're not in.

Thank God.

Who are you? No, ma 'am. The question
is, who are you?

Casey Keaton. I know special task force
on slave trade with illegal.

You've done some good work here.

Thank pardon?

Do you know who these two men are?

Rick and A .J. Simon.

Exactly. Can I trust you?

Ma 'am, this is an address book. A dute.
Look at the back page.

What do you see?

Disease.

First the door, now the vase. Mama's
going to kill us.

What do I do now?

You give him back his gun, you turn
yourself. Rick, you get his keys.

Keys, keys.

I got away from kids, ma 'am.

Well.

I got a call from Janine, you know,
Dakota's girlfriend at the truck stop,

she says that McKenzie has him and is
taking him to Idaho, and we gotta go get

him. Not me. I'm staying right here.

Dakota's guilty as sin.

He is not!

Christy, we've seen the evidence.

Listen, I've been two steps behind you
guys all day. I went to see Lieutenant

Marshall. He won't talk about being
conned. You two sure have been. What are

talking about?

I'm talking about Dakota's rap sheet I
know at the back of my hand, and there

no deal you play on it. Oh, come on. We
saw the pictures. The woman looked

horrible. That's because she's an
insurance shark.

Bunko artist specializing in phony
personal injury claims with a two -page

sheet in Nevada.

McKenzie paid her.

He doesn't care about the law. He's
gonna kill that kid. And we gotta stop

You know what?

What? You're a real human being.

I'm Clear Creek, a while back.

Me and Judge Martin was up at his
hunting cabin.

We were just sitting there.

On his back porch, watching the sun go
down.

I'll be damned if all of a sudden a five
-point buck didn't just go everywhere

by about 100 yards out.

Well, we didn't go for our rifles.

No, sir, we were having a serious
conversation about what your sentence

be for your crimes.

What, are you trying to scare me?

Because if you're hired, it's work.

Not scare you.

Just give you a piece of good advice.

See, in light of that conversation, you
might seriously consider making a run

for it for the next pit stop.

Hmm?

What, so you can shoot me in the back?

I just think of it as saving the
taxpayers some time and money.

Put your head down.

After somebody.

You better thank God it wasn't us.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I'm a law enforcement officer. How about
making a citizen's arrest?

What is this? Where'd you steal that
car?

Borrowed from San Diego PD, who
incidentally have a warrant out for your

Hey, Sheriff, how are you? I'd certainly
consider making it, huh?

Look this way, guys.

Want to read the sheriff his rights?

You have the right to remain silent.

Hey, what took you so long? Even the
press got here ahead of you.

Smile!

Our story's going

to air on the Channel 3 News tonight, a
four -minute spot.

And the State Attorney General's office
has agreed not to press charges, and the

governor himself is involved.

Well,

you finally got your story, didn't you?

With a little help from an old friend.

I guess this means you'll be going big
time, huh?

Well, I do have a nice offer back east.

An anchor job in D .C. Something I've
always wanted.

One of the things, anyway.

You think anybody ever gets it all?

Sorry.

Beg pardon. Excuse me. Sorry.

That's all right. The hell it is.

Masaki's downstairs, and I think he's
saying that if you don't hurry, you're

going to miss your fright.

Wouldn't want that to happen.

No, I guess not.

Well...

in love with her, aren't you? Are you
kidding me? That woman is a warm, real

of fire.

Mm -hmm. And so relieved my life. Mm
-hmm. Right. Yeah.

Uh -huh.

Next year, we're going to start talking
all about, uh, faith and, uh, karma and

kismets and...

Rick

Salmon? Uh, yeah. I got a package for
you. Oh.

Great.

There you go.

And there you go. Thanks a lot.

Oh, my love, Christy.

There you go.

She even sent you a present.

So much for the dark clouds and the
kismet.

That's right.

I told you the woman's a weasel.

Wasting your time.