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MAN:
Agent 47.

Agent 47, wake up.

Agent 47,

I just got word
your mission is over.

It's been terminated.

( clears throat )

Take a drink of this.

AGENT 47: I'm sorry, I don't
really like the taste.

Okay, I hear that.

But it's policy.

Guys.

AGENT 47: Please, no!
I don't like the taste!

I understand,
but my hands are tied.

It's policy.

Come on now,
keep your mouth open.

There's nothing I can do.

I'm just following procedure.

( choking )

( door slams )

( footsteps )

MAN:
You should feel good.

What you've accomplished--

the definition
of a job well done.

So... would you like to see
your next mission?

No...!

No!

Your next
assignment involves

research into the effects
of gravity on the human skull.

My friends here are going
to let go of your legs.

And then, we're all going to
place bets on how big a spot

you leave on the sidewalk.

Pretty exciting, huh?

-One...
-No, no, please!

-two... -This isn't what
I signed up for!

three.

( screaming )

( gasps )

You okay?

I just had the craziest dream.

Did you just
hear yourself?

No, I mean,
David Carradine was in it.

He fell to his death.

These guys, they pushed him
off this building and he died.

That's what I dreamt about.

Wow.

That sounds
damn near...

normal.

You think so?

Yeah, absolutely.

To be perfectly
honest, I just had

a crazy dream, too.

-No kidding?
-No.

I was on a
deserted island,

and there was no one there
but me and Angelina Jolie.

What are you...

That's not funny.

I thought we were
having a conversation.

I don't even find
her attractive.

What are you doing?

Shh!

You're not supposed
to read at the table.

Mom.

What, Ariel?

Nothing.

JOE:
It's 20 after 7:00.

Why did you let me sleep?

I don't know.

You seemed happy.

Besides, there's no way

I was going to get
between you and Angelina.

Who's Angelina?

No one.

A friend of your father's.

I take it there are no mentions

of Grasshopper tumbling to his
death in this morning's paper.

No, not a one.

Hmm.

What's that?

What's what?

That.

That quiet.

I find it unsettling
at this hour of the morning.

Where's the noise?
Where's the commotion?

Bridgette's reading.

Shh! Shh!

Danielle in Danger?

Didn't we read that
last night, Bridge?

I know, but I really like it.

Danielle in Danger,
Danielle in Distress,

Danielle in the Deep End--
she has them all.

She reads them all the time.

Last time, I found her

-in the bathroom reading it.
-They're good.

You're getting food
all over it.

Am not.

Am not.

And the only reason
I'm reading it again

is because we don't have
any more, and I like it.

And I like that you like it.

I like it, too.

In fact, I'm going
to stop by the bookstore

on my way home
from work tonight.

Whatever else Danielle is in,
I'm going to find it.

-Really?
-Sure.

Danielle at the Deli,
Danielle in Duluth,

Danielle in the Dumps.

Wherever Danielle
has been,

I'm going to find it.

( ding )

MAN'S VOICE: I must apologize
for the other evening.

Is there some reason
you won't look at me?

I mean, other
than the obvious.

It must have been
a horrible way to die.

I was left
with no choice.

The agency was left
with no choice.

I mean, we have to
preserve the code.

Right?

I just hope
that someday

you find a way to
forgive us all.

MAN:
Ma'am, are you getting out?

I'm not a big one
to solicit favors.

My wife does charity work with
a woman named Jessica Delany.

Her brother's been missing
for almost two weeks now,

and she asked me if I knew
someone who could check it out

without actually
making it a police matter.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Her brother's apparently
something of a wild hair.

Hasn't been able to hold
down a job for years,

pretty eccentric guy.

But it's not like him
to not stay in touch.

And as I mentioned,

they've not been able
to make contact with him

for almost two weeks.

She and her husband
basically support him.

They're worried sick.

SCANLON:
I still don't get it.

Why call you?

Why avoid the police?

And if you've got
to avoid the police,

why not just hire
a private detective?

They did hire
a private detective.

He came up with nothing.

So why not go to the police?

Apparently,
along with a host

of other eccentric habits,

this guy's terrified
of the police.

They're worried
that if law enforcement

starts snooping around,
he'll never come out of hiding.

I was hoping
between the two of you...

Sure.

I can do the usual--
call the hospitals, the morgue.

DEVALOS:
And, if you don't mind,

this is his address
and his landlord's phone number.

The landlord's been told
to expect a phone call

from a family friend
who might show up,

want to take
a look around.

I'm happy to try.

You want some company?

Sure.

I'll call you after I make
contact with the landlord.

MAN'S VOICE: Codes are amazing,
aren't they Miss Dubois?

Life is a kind of a code,
isn't it?

And death.

Death is a kind of code, too.

Wouldn't you say?

SCANLON: If there's any way
we can do it

on my way home tonight,

say around 8:00...

Allison.

DEVALOS:
Allison?

( sighs )

Hi, excuse me.

I'm looking
for the Danielle books.

Danielle in Danger...
Those...

Oh, Beverly Rhodes.

She's a wonderful writer.

Right here we have three.

Danielle in Danger,
Danielle in Distress

and Danielle in the Deep End.

Ah, yes, no.

Those are the ones we have.

I was hoping
there might be some others.

Let's check the computer.

I'm sorry, those are the only
three that were published.

Hmm.

Oh.

Um, okay.

Are there any more coming?

Is old Beverly banging
out another one?

I got a little one who's
just nuts for these things.

I kind of doubt it.

Beverly Rhodes
passed away last year.

JOE: "And so, Danielle declared,
'It pays to be prepared.

"'With homework done,
there's time for fun.

No distress anywhere.'"

Night, Angel.

Night, Daddy.

Okay.

BRIDGETTE:
You read that good, Daddy.

Thank you,
I appreciate that.

I know this can be a tough room.

I love Danielle.

I know you do,
sweetheart.

Uh, but you know
what I was thinking?

I was thinking that maybe
we should start reading some

other books and give Danielle
a rest for a little while, huh?

But I don't want
to give Danielle a rest.

I want to read everything
there is to read about her.

Well, as it turns out,
I think that you have.

There are only three books,
honey, you have them all.

-Nuh-uh.
-Mm-hmm.

Sure you do.

You got Distress,
Danger, Deep End.

That's all there is.

Nuh-uh.
I know there's another one.

I don't think so, honey.

I'll check again,
but I don't think so.

In the meantime,
don't let those bedbugs bite.

I won't, Daddy.

( door opens )

Must be the maid's year off.

What do you think all
this stuff is about?

I don't know.

Maybe he's calculated

how much to tip the guy

who delivered all these pizzas.

( man reading equations,
voice overlapping itself )

CARRADINE:
Yes, sir.

Yeah, I'm at
liberty to do that.

Los Angeles, the Harmon Hotel,
day after tomorrow.

No, I can do that.

Check in and wait
to hear from you.

I got it.

SCANLON: Think our boy took
a little trip.

Drawers are open,
clothes seem to be missing.

No toothbrush or toothpaste

or comb
in the bathroom.

No wallet, no I.D., no keys.

You all right?

Yeah.

I think he might be
in Los Angeles.

The Harmon Hotel.

Okay.

Anything else?

Yeah.

I think he might look

a lot like
David Carradine.

( alarm ringing )

JOE:
You awake?

Oh, yeah.

( sighs )

What are you doing?

Is that Daddy's
work computer?

You know you're never
supposed to play

with Daddy's
work computer.

I'm sorry.

How long were you there?

I don't know.

A little while, I guess.

Bridgette.

What did the misfit
of science do now?

-ALLISON: Ariel.
-None of your beeswax.

Who cares.

Can I have
some microwave oatmeal?

Yeah.

You left the bathroom
a mess again.

Did not.

Your underwear
is on the counter.

Your towel
is in the tub,

and you
don't flush.

-Do, too.
-Do not.

-Do, too.
-Do not.

-Do, too.
-Fine, then whose poo was it

in the toilet
this morning, huh?

-Not my poo.
-Was, too.

-Not my poo.
-Was, too.

Not my poo.

Was, too!

Can we not... discuss poo
at the kitchen table?

Thank you.

Can you come here
for a minute?

What's up?

I need to cook something
for one minute.

( girls arguing
indistinctly )

( humming )

Okay.

You were looking for me?

Yeah, come in.

So I've known you
for what,

little over a year now?

And I have to confess,

that every time one
of your things comes true.

What are you talking about?

Jessica Delany's brother?

He was registered at the Harmon
Hotel in Los Angeles.

I was authorized by the family
early this morning

to send Detective Scanlon
out there.

So...

Thank you.

I'm very appreciative,

and I just wanted
to tell you so.

Have you given any thought
to our problem?

How do we thwart
these terrorists?

How do we stop them
before they strike?

Who are you?

What are you?

Are you a ghost?

Are you a hallucination?

Are you a dream?

You understand how these
terrorists operate, don't you?

When a terrorist needs
to communicate,

he or she requests a password.

They can do this from anywhere,

from a payphone,
from a cell phone, an email.

The means is unimportant.

What is important is they are
then sent a password

over the phone,
over the Internet, over a pager,

not terribly secure.

But what they do with that
password is they enter it

into a device like this,
which uses

a complex algorithmic formula
to create

a new password,
the real password,

a fluid password, a password
that changes every six seconds.

I'm asking you

please sit down and crack
the algorithmic formula

that makes
this conversion possible.

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

I think you have
the wrong person.

DEVALOS:
Are you not the one

who said Harmon Hotel?

Allison,
it's a simple "thank you".

Just accept it gracefully,
and get the hell out of here

so I can do my work.

Yeah... yes, yes,
of course, sir.

( indistinct conversation )

You think they're all
watching you, don't you?

That's the paranoia
kicking in.

You have drugs
for that.

Don't worry
about them.

Me and my people will
take care of them.

All you need to
be thinking about

is code decode,
code decode,

code decode.

Code decode!
Code decode!

Code decode!

( sighs )

( elevator dings )

( door sliding )

( phone ringing )

( phone playing
musical ring tone )

Hi.

Hey. You all right?
You sound stressed.

You called me.

What's going on?

I'm just trying
to figure something out.

I'm transferring files from my
laptop to my office computer,

and there are some files here
that I don't recognize.

Um, did you maybe...

Bridgette was playing
with it this morning.

I'm sorry-- I stopped her.

I don't think she had a chance
to do any real harm.

It's okay.

As long as I know what it is.

I didn't know whether to print
it out or throw it away.

All right.

Listen, I got to go.

The coast is clear.

The coast is clear?

Al?

I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry to put you
through all this.

It's really horrible, their eyes
following you like that.

Convinced they're all
watching you, all after you.

I... suspect you're a lot
like me,

smart enough to know
it's not really happening,

but still,
the heart starts to race,

the adrenaline starts
to kick in.

( sighs )

It's impossible
not to be sucked into it.

So these are delusions?

It's all life, right?

I mean, I'm not really sure.

I'm a mathematician,
not a psychiatrist,

but I strongly suspect
that everything I'm seeing,

everything I'm feeling,
some of it probably isn't there.

So these things that I'm seeing,

these things that I'm feeling...

you're sending them to me?

I think so.

Even that man
who keeps talking about codes?

So what are these?

Are these memories or fantasies?

All sorts of things.

Probably a little bit
of everything.

I'm really sorry.

( chuckles )

You know, you look
like a famous actor.

Really?

( chuckles )
My goodness.

Anyone I would recognize?

Do you know
who David Carradine is?

( chuckles )
Of course.

I imagine I'm him a lot.

Lots of guys.

Lots of different times...
but him a lot.

( footsteps )

Allison?

What are you doing in here
with the lights off?

Tell me you're all right.

I'm all right.

Yeah.

Well, you just did me
a favor,

now I'm going
to do you one-- go home.

Take the rest
of the day off.

That's not necessary.

Okay, it's not a favor.

It's an order.

See you tomorrow.

Movie star guy.

Movie star guy.

Movie star guy?

I need you to wake up.

There's someone on the phone
for you.

Mom.

Didn't you hear me?

I said "Mom, there's someone
on the phone for you."

Sorry, honey,
I must have dozed off.

Hello?

Greetings from L.A.--
what do you want to hear,

the good, the bad, or the weird?

Well, it can't get any weirder
than it's been here,

so start wherever you'd like.

Well the good news is
he was here, all right.

The bad news is, apparently,

he jumped off the roof
of this place two nights ago.

They've been trying to I.D. him
ever since.

I'm waiting for a car now
to take me to the airport

pick up the family,
escort them to the morgue.

Don't laugh,
but are you sure he jumped?

Which brings us
to the weird part.

Allison, this guy was as nutty
as a fruitcake.

His bathroom counter was covered

with prescription
antipsychotic medications,

none of which were found
in his stomach, by the way.

He was a textbook
paranoid schizophrenic

who went off his meds

and jumped off a diving board
that wasn't there.

I'm just curious.

Any of the people there,
any of the people who saw him,

any of the people at the hotel,

did anyone happen to mention

that he looked like...
a movie star?

What?

Nothing.

JOE: "She was no fool,
while in the pool.

"Danielle played smart,
followed all the rules.

"She made safety her friend,

while in the deep end."

You read that good, Daddy.

My biggest fan.

Sleep tight.

I'll see you
in the morning.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, sweetie.

Close your eyes.
Good girl. Okay.

( sighs )

BRIDGETTE:
Daddy?

Yes, sweetie.

When are we going
to read the new one?

-The new one what, babe?
-The new Danielle.

Honey, I explained that
to you yesterday.

There is no new Danielle.

There's only three
Danielle books,

and we have them all.

Nuh-uh. There's another one.

No, sweetie,
only three.

The woman who wrote them--
she's not writing them anymore.

She's done with Danielle.

Nuh-uh.

There's another one.

She told it to me.

I wrote it on your computer.

ALLISON:
So, where's your laptop?

At the office. Of course.

'Cause I need it at home.

Well, don't stress about it.

You'll go to work,
you'll print out the file,

and you'll see.

How can you be so calm?

I mean, what choice do I have?

What would be so terrible
if you opened your computer

and discovered that you do
have a new Danielle book?

What would be so terrible?

Don't you find it
at all disturbing

that your daughter may have
taken dictation

from a dead woman?

What's the
matter with me?

Look at who
I'm asking.

What does that mean?

I don't know. I just...

This is just one of
those times when I think

I would have preferred

if they'd inherited
your allergy to ragweed.

I don't mean that. I'm just...

She just turned seven.

I'd like to believe that
I have a little bit of control

over who her friends are,
who she spends her time with.

Maybe you're jumping the gun.

You know, you may very well get
to work, turn on that computer,

and find you have nothing
but gobbledygook.

That would be a
tremendous relief.

( sighs )

Is there any word from Scanlon?

Her sister and her husband
identified the body

a couple of hours ago.

Apparently,
he was a PhD candidate

at Stanford.

He started hearing voices

and seeing things in 1997.

He was doing pretty good on meds
till 9/11.

Then he became convinced
that he held the key

to some sort
of coding device.

So he went off his meds

so he could concentrate
on his mathematical equations.

He'd disappear for days,
pop up in other cities.

She pleaded with him to go back
on his prescriptions,

but he said that...

they interfered
with his thought process.

His government work.

That's sad.

I'm gonna meet with the sister
and her husband tomorrow.

I can't even imagine
what they're going through.

( cell phone plays tune )

Hello.

JOE: "Danielle chose
not to play,

Danielle felt bad that day.

"Her smile was gone,
her spirit wan.

Her best friend
had moved away."

Well, darling, there's no gobble
in that gook.

Allison?

I-I... I don't know what to say.

I'm late for a meeting.

I don't know what to say.

Well, what is there to say?

Oprah has a book club.
Why shouldn't Bridgette?

Joe...

Hey, think about it.

There are a lot of great,
dead authors.

She could channel a new
Hemingway novel, a new Dickens.

Imagine. A Tale of Three Cities.

C-Can we discuss this tonight?

Can we discuss this
when I get home?

I suppose. Danielle will keep.

And the author
certainly isn't going anywhere.

Sure. Tonight.

Thank you.

Have a good meeting.

I'll try.

Nice of you to
finally show up.

Sorry.

It's okay. Nice people.

Jessica Delany's very anxious
to meet the woman

whose good old-fashioned
detective work

helped her find her brother.

Jessica, this is
Allison Dubois.

She's the investigator
who figured out

that your brother
was in Los Angeles.

I'm so sorry about
how things turned out.

I'm so sorry
about your brother.

I appreciate that. Thank you.

Um, this is my
husband David.

Um, can you hold
on a minute?

I'm sorry. Forgive
me. It's the mortuary.

You are, um...

Agent 47, wake up.

Allison. Allison Dubois.

You saw him

throw his brother-in-law
off the roof of that hotel?

Yes. Well, no.
Actually, I saw him throw

David Carradine off the roof
of that Hotel.

Actually, it was two guys
he hired.

But I don't think
that's an important distinction.

Okay. Now I am confused.

How exactly

does David Carradine
figure into any of this?

Well, I'm not sure,
but my best guess is,

the night that David Delany's
brother-in-law died,

his spirit started
sending me messages.

And unfortunately,

they were the messages
of a mentally ill man

who's been off his medication
for some time.

So, the things that he showed me
were the way

that he perceived them.

The world that he lives in--

he's the star of his own movie.

He's the superhero.

He's a man fighting
an unbeatable foe.

And of course, he made himself
look like a movie star.

I can't dismiss the fact

that he cast his brother-in-law
as the villain.

That in his mind,
in his delusion,

this is the man
who betrayed him.

This is the man responsible
for his death.

Delusion is the key word here.

He didn't look
like a movie star,

or a superhero in life,
and he wasn't one.

And insofar as we can determine,
he wasn't doing any work

for the government,

wasn't actually cracking
terrorist codes.

Now, I'll happily ask,
but I'm reasonably certain

that the gentleman
in that conference room

has a perfectly
logical explanation

for where he was the night
of his brother-in-law's fall.

After all, he is the one
who's been supporting him

for the last five years.

And according to Jessica,
they were very close.

Actually spent a fair amount
of time together.

Is this really something
you want us to pursue?

I don't know.

You're right. It's crazy.

He jumped, but it's just...

The movie's always
more interesting than the truth.

Allison, you were in
this guy's apartment.

You saw all that nonsense
he was working on.

These are
nice people.

They're already
in a fair amount of pain.

I'd rather not go in there

and open this particular can
of worms

unless you're absolutely
certain.

No. No, you're right.

We shouldn't.

What are those?

Personal effects.

We were holding onto them
as possible evidence.

Jessica wants the family photos,
a scrapbook,

and her husband wants
to hold on to the math.

The math?

The stuff on the walls.
He's a finance guy.

Apparently, he's fascinated
by the stuff.

Uh, could you hold on to those
for a couple of days

so I could take a look at them--
the math, I mean?

JOE: I was half hoping
I'd read this stuff

and convince myself
it was all a product

of Bridgette's imagination,

but I just don't see her
coming up with words like "wan."

I couldn't even
finish it, I was so...

She wants me to come in
there and read it to her.

Okay.

Okay? What...? You really think
this is okay, Al?

I don't know.

I don't think I should be doing
anything to encourage all this.

All what?

If you really believe this came
from the woman

who wrote the Danielle books,
how lovely, how flattering

she heard our child's plea
for more,

and she chose to answer it.

Uh...

If you can't get your head
around that, that's fine, too.

All it means is
that Bridgette is precocious.

She took the three books
that she loved,

and she wrote one for herself.

Either way...

Wait a second.
You really think

that Bridgette might have
come up with this herself?

Kids have done crazier things.

Hell, maybe that's
what inspiration is.

Some original thought,

and some desire,

and a willingness to listen
to the voices of the people

who came before us,

whispering to us,
and encouraging us.

Why are you looking at me
like that?

You think I'm crazy, right?

No.

I think you're brilliant.

I think you're
beautiful.

I know you're crazy.

And I've learned
there's no point in arguing

with a crazy person.

Where are you going?

I'm going to read
to Bridgette.

I'll read to Bridgette.

I need you
to look at something.

Some stuff I brought
from the office.

Okay. What is this?

It's math, I think.

You think?

I think, like you think
I'm beautiful.

"Danielle was
happy once more.

"Someone new had
moved in next door.

"Ariel was her name.

"She had great toys and games.

Danielle would be lonely
no more."

Yay.

You read that really good,
Mommy.

Almost as good as Daddy.

Thank you, honey.

So, Ariel, huh?

She's the one
that makes Danielle feel better?

Yeah. Well,
it's a pretty common name, Mom.

Mm.

I'm sorry that I yelled at you
for using Daddy's computer.

But it's Daddy's, and we
shouldn't play with it.

But maybe tomorrow, I could
take you to the family room

and show you how
to use that one.

I mean, in case
there's another story

a writer wants
you to put down.

That would be really great,
Mommy,

'cause I'm hearing stories
in my head all the time.

I bet you are.

Give me a kiss.

Thank you for the sugar.

( Allison sighs )

Oh, no, Joe.

It's worse than we thought.

Not only might she be
a Touch Psychic,

I fear deeply
that she may be...

creative.

You didn't find
another one, did you?

Come here, I want
to show you something.

What am I
looking at?

ALLISON:
Wait a second,

I've seen one of those before.
What is that?

It's called
a pass code generator.

It's used with secure
computer networks--

the kind that
big corporations

with lots of
sensitive data have,

like banks and
investment houses.

Okay...

Right, so let's say that
you want to let your employees

use the Internet
to access your network

from home or when
they're on the road.

Obviously, you're going
to want to secure things

with a password,
a password that's

going to change
relatively frequently.

Now, what happens is,
that every few minutes or so,

the company server
sends out a page

to everybody's pager
or cell phone.

Wow, this sounds
terribly familiar.

Now, to guard against
anybody intercepting

the page or
the text message,

they issue everyone...

-one of these.
-One of these.

Sorry.

Right. There's a program

that's hard-wired
into this thing

that runs a series of fancy
mathematical transformations,

ultimately kicking out
the new password.

The new password...
the real password?

For banks,
financial institutions?

Well, that's what this
particular model is for, yeah.

Of course, if you don't
have one of these,

and you happen to be
a friggin' genius,

then you can also
do all of this.

You just lost me.

Well, all of this...

equals that.

Okay, one more time
for those of us

who had to repeat math
in summer school.

He was calculating pass codes.

What do you mean?

He was doing the same thing
that that little gadget does,

only by hand.

So someone, somewhere,
could get into a computer

that they otherwise
couldn't get into.

Presumably.

Were you just saying
something to me about Bridgette?

Oh... yeah.

Yeah, wherever that
story came from,

I really don't think
it came to her whole.

There is a lot
of Bridgette in it.

I think she's just smart.

Like her dad.

Mm.

Hey, wait a second,
where you going?

That was just getting good.

DEVALOS:
Jessica.

When your brother
first

fell to his death
in Los Angeles,

after the local authorities were
able to identify him,

they all assumed--

we all assumed--

given his history
of mental problems,

that his death was
self-inflicted.

That he simply jumped.

But since then,

some new evidence
has come to light

that would seem
to suggest that...

he was pushed
off that roof.

Very much
against his will.

( clears throat )

I'm sorry, what are
we looking at here?

Financial statements
from an investment account

under your wife's name
at the firm of Wilke and Price.

I'm sorry,

I'm confused.

Did you not just tell me

you suspect that
my brother was murdered?

What could that
possibly have to do

with my financial
statements?

I assure you, we believe
there is a connection.

Well, I certainly
hope that's true,

these records
are private.

When I discover how they came
to be in your possession...

David.

Those documents were provided
to us by Wilke and Price.

They were more than
willing to cooperate

once we alerted them to
the possible irregularities

in the account.

What irregularities?

DEVALOS: As you can see,
the account was opened

with an initial deposit
of $50,000.

Today, barely
eight months later...

it's worth over four million.

That's quite a rate of return,
wouldn't you say?

I-I don't know
what to tell you.

My husband is
very gifted

when it comes
to making money.

He just is.

But I still
don't understand

what any of this had
to do with my brother.

We checked with
your investment firm,

and they discovered
the damndest thing.

At 4:01 Eastern time,

right after the markets
closed on Wall Street,

whoever was handling
your account

would electronically
access your holdings

and change them to reflect
the day's winners.

Add some gainers,
drop some losers.

Pretty good
investment strategy...

if you can get away with it.

Well, I'm baffled.

Darling, have you been
reading your statements

when they come in the mail?

I don't know
whether

the bank has made some
kind of mistake in our favor

or, as you say, for some reason
somebody did... do something

But, either way,
the money isn't ours

and, naturally,
we'll return it.

That's very big of you.

No, absolutely, that's
the right thing to do.

It's the only thing to do.

You were once an employee of
Wilke and Price, weren't you.

Yes, as a
Senior Vice President, why?

None of you are suggesting
that I had anything

to do with this?

That's absurd.

Even if I wanted to manipulate
my wife's account,

how was I going
to go about it?

I had no access to it.

I was no longer
with the company.

Wouldn't be that tough.

Not if you had one of these.

Yes, but I don't.

When I left the firm, I
surrendered my pass-code device.

So you see,
your theory makes no sense.

Unless, of course, you happened
to have a brother-in-law

with the mathematical
skills necessary

to defeat the security
safeguards

that the pass code
generator

was designed
to protect.

ALLISON:
A brother-in-law

who could be easily manipulated.

Who could be led to believe

that he wasn't involved
in anything illegal.

That, in fact,
he was essential

to the security
of this country.

But what do you do
with a guy like that?

A relative?
A guy who might talk?

Maybe you could tell him
that the government has

a new assignment for him
in Los Angeles.

Book him a room
at the hotel,

make sure that he spends
enough time there

so that everybody sees
him talking to himself,

behaving strangely.

So that when he ends up
a puddle on the sidewalk,

they don't even
question why.

( sobbing )

Darling, this isn't true.

None of it's true.

I have nothing
further to say

until I speak
with my lawyer.

That won't be a problem.

Actually, I have him
waiting outside.

I'll bring him in.

Pardon me, sir?

Are you're David Delany's
attorney?

MAN:
Yes, I am.

Well, they'd like you
to step inside now.

Oh, really?

And you are?

Allison.

Allison Dubois.

Have we met before?

No. I don't believe we have.

I have to go pick up my kids,

but you could go through
the door right there.

Oh, sir?

Just one more thing.

Uh, they'll probably arrest you.

Just a heads up.

( elevator bell dings )

Very well done.

Thank you.

How are you doing?

Good, I think.

Better all the time.

Still worried
about my sister.

But good.

Feeling a little silly
for looking like this.

Maybe the next time
we meet...

I'll...

look more
like myself.

I'll look forward to that.

( elevator bell dings )