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on human target. You are now
trespassing. Why is Dr.

Robillard and his so-called church
buying up the valley? Get in the car.

Religious paramilitary group. These guys
are really crazy. Only a very few will

be left to populate the next Eden.

You got your seatbelt on?

Face.

You're still a man, Chris.

You're allowed to fall for somebody.

Okay, Jeffers, we're two for four. Let's
try three for five. You ready? Yeah. You

all right? Okay.

Here we go.

I got the jack of hearts.

Let's go hard to port.

You ready?

Uh-huh.

And now.

Oh!

How'd I do? By the bing, two points.
This is the number 23, Jeff Carlisle.

All right. I am surrounded by
six-year-olds.

Okay, man, we got the five of clubs.

Let's do the old dipperoo on three.
Ready?

Solid. One, two, three.

Ba-da-boom!

All right, that's it. That's enough.
That's it. Jeff, put the plan on

autopilot. Get up here, please. I'd like
to talk to you. Libby, you're ruining

our game.

I have nail polish all over my hands,
Arlo.

Yo, Liv.

What's up?

Trouble with you two. Look, this is an
airplane, not a tilt-a-whirl. Look,

we're sorry. What do you want? We're
bored, all of us. Yeah, especially

Captain Moody downstairs.

We need some action bad.

Anything? Day eight is counting. Check
it out for yourself.

If we don't get something soon, Chris
will just get weirder and weirder. I

know the man.

You're right. I mean, he stays in his
room all the time and he gets so

intense.

You only land so that we can refuel.

A little change of scenery would
certainly do him good.

Maybe a little female companionship. Ah,
female companionship.

Does have a nice ring to it, though.

Hello, is anybody down there in trouble?

Please?

You are now trespassing. Get that camera
out of here.

We just want to talk to Dr. Robillard
about his intentions here in Kilgore.

That's all. Dr.

Robillard has no interest in the outside
world.

I suggest you get back in your vehicle.
Why is Dr.

Robillard and his so-called church
buying up half the valley? And where's

he getting the money to do it?

There he is.

I can't get a good shot. Now get the
hell out of here. I can't get a good

shot. Now get the hell out of here.
Right, right. Get in the car. Get in the

car.

I assume you have permits for those
guns. All right, we're going, okay? You

don't have to get violent. Now, give me
the videotape.

Robin, drop it, okay? Drop it. No!

Don't make a mistake. Drop it, Robin.

Drop it.

Peter. Give me the tape before you find
something on the lake. Get out of here.

Authorization to be over that compound.

Can't do my job with my hands tied.

You were supposed to cover the male
lingerie show at the mall.

The men had guns, sir. They're lunatic
fringe, not news.

Oh, but male lingerie is. I'm sorry, Mr.
DeGallo. I gotta go with Robin on this

one. You go with Robin on every one.

Look, nobody gives a damn about these
clowns.

Besides, your paper's a waster.

Focus was so bad, it looked like a Van
Gogh. Cut us some slack, will you?

Look, I didn't hire you for news. You're
features.

And it's ridiculous, because with my
network experience, I... Two 15-second

pickups with Peter Jennings, and you
have network experience.

Those were good spots, Mr. DeGallo.

Yeah. And I'm sure the next time the New
York needs some blurry footage or some

end-of-the-world bonehead, they'll call
you again.

Next time, stick with the lingerie, Ms.

Wrightson.

He's right. You know, the tape's a total
wash.

It's all right. Next time it won't.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What do

you mean next time? Can I just tell you
that we got another one of those letters

for you this morning of the we're going
to bury you deep variety? Do you think

we could just lay off this for once?

You were a lot more adventurous when you
were married.

Yeah, well, now that I'm single again, I
got that old will to live back. You know

what I'm saying?

You can kill me, you know?

On the one hand, you're this very
sensible guy ready to back off at the

first sign of danger. And on the other
hand...

What do you think Robillard's going to
do when he finds out that tape you gave

him was a blank?

Between the two of us, God, you know I
love you more.

It took me by surprise, I must say, when
I found out

yesterday. Don't you know that I heard
it in your great mind.

Much longer would you be mine.

Baby, I heard it through the grapevine.

I'm trying to concentrate here, my man.

I was doing the wrong version. Anyway,
that's Gladys' version, and I kind of

think that's the better one between
them.

Excuse me?

Hey, Marvin Gaye is the great man, all
right?

But, Jeff, I just think it takes a
woman's point of view to tell this

story. I always preferred Creedence,
myself.

Get real.

It's hippie music.

Yeah, well, I heard it through the
grapevine that we've got a case. Who's

the target?

Robin Wright's son, honor reporter,
Kilgore, California.

Never heard of him.

Her. Her? Her.

Libby, in case you didn't notice, Chris
doesn't do women. And he doesn't do

small children, animals, and buildings.
All right, well, we've got to do

something soon because this boredom is
making me absolutely crazy.

Chris, have you got a minute?

A man looking for help filed a message
with our computer.

Sounds pretty interesting.

His partner's a newscaster who's been
receiving death threats.

One attempt's already been made. A bomb
went off in their newsstand.

It was close, but there were no
injuries.

Okay, maybe later, huh?

A woman?

But before you say no, I think there's a
way this can be done.

You could go in as her cameraman.

I'll have a look.

Why not?

After decades of inadequate treatment
facilities at the Perkinsville VA

hospital, Local authorities have closed
down the hospital and arrested its

corrupt administration for the flagrant
disregard of the health and care of

veterans here.

This is a victory for activist groups
who have lobbied continuously for the

investigation that led to today's
shutdown.

The VA intends to upgrade its facilities
and replace its staff as soon as funds

are authorized.

Meanwhile, patients are being moved to a
recently opened medical complex on the

city's west side.

This is Robin Wrightson, WCDA News.

Freeze.

Rewind five seconds and play.

Flagrant disregard of the health and
care of veterans.

Freeze.

Jeff, plot a course for Kilgore,
California.

I was showing Mr. Zafransky to the lab.
They should be up any minute.

Okay.

Chris, I've been thinking an awful lot
about this case.

Don't you think we should tell Ms. Rison
what we're doing?

No, no. We've been all through that.

But if you slip for any reason and she
panics... It's more likely to be a slip

if she knows it's an imposter by her
side who won't.

I'm going to have enough trouble being
her cameraman and watching out for her.

She knows it'll just put too much of a
burden on her.

I suppose so.

It just makes me very uneasy.

Sometimes this whole business makes me
uneasy.

This is unbelievable.

That should be them.

I had no idea.

You know, that article on Rolling Stone
and the human target didn't even come

close. Mr.

Safransky, I'm Libby Page.

I've got some forms I need for you to
fill out. Sure. Do you mind if I just

give a couple shots first before we do
that?

No. No photos.

No tapes. We have no phone, we have no
pool, and we have no pets.

Sorry. Your contract specifically states
you can't reveal anything about the

Blackwing. Oh, yeah. No, it's okay. I
understand. It's fine. It's not a

problem. Once we begin, you can't leave
the ship.

Chris Chance?

Peter Szafranski. Hello, Mr. Szafranski.
You're a human target. I'm... I'm really

happy to meet you. I can't tell you how
much I... Born in Winter, California.

Parents died both in 87.

You talk to your sister?

Yeah, sure.

Sometimes.

Holidays. Once in a while. She married a
jerk.

Say, how do you guys pay for this
operation here?

I charge 10% of a year's salary.
Sometimes that's a lot. 10% of me might

buy a couple light bulbs for this rig.

You and Miss Wrightson are friends as
well as co-workers, is that correct?

Yeah, we've been through quite a lot
together since she first came to K-Fly,

but these Armageddon guys, these guys
are really crazy.

Secretive religious paramilitary group
started in 1981.

Philosophy is based upon the Book of
Revelation, and they feel the apocalypse

is upon them.

Membership is estimated at several
hundred. And they are up to something.

Robin found out they're grabbing up land
out in the desert by the mile any way

they can, and they do not want any media
attention, that's for sure.

Been to the police, I assume.

They're looking into it.

Look, I'm afraid she's going to be
killed.

I haven't even told Robin that I've
tried to contact you guys. Robin's a

little bit of a, um... Go on, Mr.
Zafransky, I'm listening.

Robin's like a pit bull.

Once she gets her teeth into something,
she has a hard time letting go of it.

Sound familiar?

Look, if anything happened to her, I...
No, I understand you care about her,

but... To what extent? Are you more than
friends?

No.

Peter, if I'm going in as you, I need to
know the truth.

It's confusing.

Ever since I started working with her,
I've had this thing for we just connect

when we're together.

Sounds like you got it bad.

You just never know how you really feel
about somebody until you almost lose

them. And how does Robin feel about you?

Well, if I knew that, I wouldn't be
confused, would I?

No, I mean, what can I expect in terms
of physical affection?

Don't worry.

I made sure not to risk a great working
relationship with any physical

affection.

Okay. See if you can help me.

Philo and Libby will see you through the
general procedure.

Then you can tell me everything you
think you know about who you think you

are.

The world is on the verge of collapse.

A modern Armageddon.

Political, financial.

Moral. And drop by drop, the government
is squeezing us dry with taxes by

nothing but more debt.

You understand my reasoning,
Shaughnessy?

What am I supposed to? Look, Vaughn, I'm
just here to do business.

I don't need the indoctrination speech.

I think you do.

May I be honest?

You lack discipline.

And discipline is necessary for
survival.

I'm surviving just fine, thanks. For
now.

But only a very few will be left to
populate the neck and eat. Whatever you

say, it's your little corner of the
world.

That's right.

And soon it will be a corner of the
world where we make our own laws.

Live as we see fit.

And no one will be able to stop us.

Yeah, sure.

Me, I got guns to move. From what do you
call it? The old order to the new.

Don't mock me, Shaughnessy.

You've lived your life as an outlaw. You
should understand.

All right.

Half on delivery as we agreed and the
balance when I've given the equipment to

field test. Why don't you field test it
on those damn reporters?

They had a camera. That makes me very
nervous.

That's a great army you've got. Can't
even time a detonator, right? I still

think I should have handled it myself.

Take the chance of being picked up? Oh,
no.

You and your supplies are too important
to me to risk that.

I'll make sure they keep their noses out
of our business.

Robin gives me a hard time about my
posture.

It's noted.

Hey, this thing is going to make me
sterile, is it?

If you keep wiggling like that, it will.

It's some case, huh?

How so?

Well, Peter's going to be tough to play.
He's so hyper. He moves and talks at the

speed of a hummingbird.

And then, of course, the target's a
woman.

She's very attractive.

And a good conscientious journalist.

Mm-hmm.

That too.

You know, Chris, I've never seen you
take a case you weren't interested in.

Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?

Are you?

Am I what?

Interested.

Okay, boss, we're ready for you in
makeup.

Chris?

Look, Chris, I gotta make some hands for
you on this one. I know you don't like

them, but Peter's got some pretty
prominent vein patterns, and it's a lot

of trouble, but... Yeah, but it's worth
it.

Robin's done a lot of work for the vets,
for the whole VA structure.

She brought a long-overlooked subject to
light. It's something I believe in.

Well, I know, but that's not what I
meant.

What I meant was that, you know, we're
going to all this trouble, and with a

little extra work, you could let me go
the extra nine yards and make you into a

woman. What?

I could, you know.

Philo, I know you're good. You know,
you're the best there is. No, no, no.

I'm not talking about a dine-out wig and
some cheap waterproof mascara here.

Huh? I could take you or anybody else
and turn you so perfectly into a woman

that you wouldn't even be able to tell
from this far away.

That's ridiculous.

What's ridiculous?

I think Philo spent too much time down
here in the basement.

Claims he can turn me into Robin
Wrightson.

Oh, Philo.

Get a clue.

I mean, in the first place, Robin
Wrightson's only about 5'5". I'm not

saying it's going to be easy.

It'd be a little extra work and a little
more creativity, that's all.

Oh, it's better this way anyway.

Chris wants to go in as a man on this
one.

Don't you, Chris?

Don't start again, all right?

That's right.

No, no, no, no. This way.

You know, I'm having a really hard time
believing Chance is going to be able to

take my place. I mean, no offense, but
the guy is really laid back, right?

Not anymore, Peter.

Not anymore.

Man, where were you when I was married?

At the station, as often as possible.

As far away from my wife as I could get.

Wow.

That is exactly what I was going to say.
Robin is going to frequent. She can't be

told until the job is finished.

We jeopardize her safety and my own.

Car keys, Pete.

You're taking the Mustang?

Can't keep little Miss Pitbull waiting.

You're late.

I'm sorry.

Is that any way to claw your way to the
top of me? I'm sorry, I overslept.

Alone?

Yeah, alone.

Why?

I knew that.

We're going to stand around all day?
We've got some place to go, right? Yeah.

House of County Records.

Got a light reading to do.

Robilar's bought up over 8,000 acres in
two months. Get this. A farm asking

for... 220,000. Sale price for Roblox
Church, 54 grand, paid in cash.

There's another one.

I didn't know you could take public
records out of the building.

Oh, really?

Yeah, well, it's a press privilege, you
know.

I'll return them.

All right.

An orchard, same deal, bought at fire
sale prices for cash.

Are you listening?

You got your seatbelt on?

Yeah, why?

You failed your driver's test four times
in a row. Would you please mind telling

me where you learned to drive like that?
TV.

Oh, right.

On what, the fear channel?

It's amazing what you can do when you're
trying to save your own neck.

I was trying to save yours.

So what do we do next?

Uh, we move forward.

The records show that Robilar's been
pushing people off their land.

What? The next even?

It's been out of print for years.

It's about a group of people who arm
themselves, appropriate land, secede

from the Union, and be in their own
utopia.

A life imitating art.

More like art imitating lame sci-fi.

You saved my life. I figure I can save
your image.

Do you know that this is the second time
we almost died together?

I guess we shouldn't make a habit out of
it.

So if Robillard's putting out this kind
of money in cash, I'd be really

interested to see what kind of income
he's actually declaring.

Tax record. That's great.

I'll go to the franchise tax board, see
what I can find out. Why not check the

IRS computer?

All right.

Call the president, see if he'll give
you some time on it.

No, I have this friend.

Oh, who?

I can't reveal my sources.

Okay, I understand.

Peter Zabransky, photographer slash cub
reporter.

I like the new you.

Your men fire 60 rounds at them and they
miss.

You want to arm these morons with more
firepower?

I'll take my soldiers over the men you
ran when you were alive.

Easy, Robola.

Let's not bring up past lives in front
of the help.

It's all right.

Get back to your duties.

They screwed up twice.

I'll handle the reporters from now on.
If you wish. They really mean very

little. It's the future, the future,
Shaughnessy, that matters.

Yippee skippee, this is some shopping
list here. Anti-tank bazookas, surface

-to-air missiles.

Napalm? Guns I understand, but what the
hell is this?

Remember your catechism, Shaughnessy?

Eden was guarded by an angel with a
flaming sword.

You want to speak English?

There's a government train headed for
Kilgore, loaded with missiles on their

way east for dismantling. No more Cold
War.

Now, tomorrow night, we will raid that
train.

The field tests I want before I pay you
in full.

All right.

Then I will have my warhead, the New
Eden's flaming sword.

And if anyone tries to break their way
through these borders, I pull the pin.

Yeah.

That ought to do it.

This is Vaughn Sinclair Robillard,
leader of the Church of Armageddon.

I was able to pull up a little more
information on him for you.

He was born in 1941, joined the army in
59 and deserted in 62.

Intermittent jail time, mostly minor
assaults.

LSD bust in 68.

Chronic nomad, I love that one.

Yeah. After three years in a federal
pen, This guy had a vision.

Christmas, 1971.

He found the Bible.

The coming apocalypse.

Yep. That's what he built his church on.

He moved into a commune, attracted a
very loyal following with the promise to

create a sort of private nation that
would survive the collapse of society.

Nothing like the end of the world to
bring a bunch of paranoid sociopaths

together.

So, what's it going to take to bring you
and Robin together?

What? Oh, come on, Chris. I know you
like her.

I can't do my job if I don't like the
client. And that's all it is. That's it,

right? There's nothing else to it,
that's all?

I think she's in love with Peter anyway.

What are you talking about? The Peter
that she knew from yesterday or the

Peter that she met today?

Come on, nobody would blame you, Chris.
She's really pretty.

You know, she looks you in the eye and
you know there's nothing fake about her.

You got a bad, to borrow a phrase.

So what are you going to do about it?

Make sure she stays alive.

Then what are you going to do about it?

Don't you guys sleep?

Never.

You're in the IRS computer?

No, I'm getting audited for my 89
returns. You don't think that maybe

you... No, never mind.

Good night, Peter.

Oh, good night.

Good night.

Robolite has a reported income of
$15,000 a year. And he declares just

enough so they don't bust him.

We have to find out where he's stashing
the rest.

It's probably in the compound.

That's a tough one. Listen, I gotta get
out of here.

I've got to go back to the office.
They're faxing in more articles on

Roblox. I'm right behind you.

I like all this sudden attention, but I
don't need a babysitter.

Yeah, I know.

It'll just be safer for you.

Nice timing.

Call just came in from the Kilgore
Police Department.

Somebody broke into Peter's apartment.

Trashed it pretty good.

Can we get follow over there for some
prints?

I'm already on it.

And, uh, Chris, I'm sorry if I
interrupted anything important.

Every once in a while I find a life I
wish I could stay in.

Chance out.

Robin? It's Peter. Are you in here?

Peter, I'm looking for you.

My name's Christopher Chance, and I
think we should both get out of here.

You've got a lot of nerve doing this
behind my back.

And you, who do you think you are,
violating my life? Robin, Robin, Robin,

we were just trying to protect you. No,
wait, wait, wait, time out, time out.

Robin.

That's right, sir. I apologize. Believe
me, this is not my normal procedure.

Normal procedure?

I think we made a mistake here.

I'd say so.

Robert, come on. Lighten up. I mean, I
think Peter's been a target as well.

His apartment was broken into.

Now they're thinking of the tape
library.

Good point. The library's Peter's
domain, not mine.

All right. Okay.

So what exactly were you two doing the
day they blew the van up?

Trying to get inside Robillard's
compound, right? Yeah.

You shot some tape.

Yeah, I got some guy's hand over the
lens and I got some, you know, blurry

long shots. Nothing worth keeping.

Maybe not to you, but what else would
this guy be looking for? Your place and

the tape library.

There's something in the footage. I was
going to recycle it.

I thought it was useless.

Not in the black wing.

Freeze.

That's Robillard on the left.

Who's the other guy? Looks like
Robillard is a house gift.

Magnify E13 to 250.

Peter, you need a little help with your
focus?

Thanks, man.

You recognize him?

That's the guy from the tape library.

That's right.

Libby, run this through FBI files and
cross-check it against the prints we got

at Peter's. Let's find out who this
mystery man is.

It's a wonder you didn't die sooner,
Shaughnessy.

The way you walk in unannounced.

That cameraman, he fights like a pro.

Something is going on.

Well, maybe he's a government agent.

They have tried to infiltrate us before,
you know.

But in a few hours, none of this will
matter. We'll be invincible, assuming

your shipment arrives on schedule.

Oh, it will. And you give me the cash
the minute it rolls in. I want to be a

hundred miles from here before you hit
that trainload of missiles.

Robin?

Why didn't you tell me?

It would have made it more dangerous for
you.

This was a case I believed in.

I admired your work. When you shut down
the Perkinsville VA hospital, you had

some friends of mine, guys I knew from
the war.

You were in Vietnam?

Yeah. A few hundred lives ago, though,
so to speak.

This human target thing must be pretty
strange.

Sometimes it's easier to be somebody
else.

Chris, were you just doing your job
being someone else at the restaurant

yesterday?

No, that was me talking.

I was afraid of that.

Look, I know you thought I was Peter.
No, I know that there was something

different. I've known Peter for years,
and I know he's always been in love with

me. But I never felt anything back.

until yesterday.

Sorry to interrupt, but we've got a lead
on our mystery man.

We weren't making any progress at all
until we went into the FBI inactive

files. So that's Rafe Shaughnessy. Yeah,
he gets around pretty good for a dead

guy, huh?

Chicago mobster arms dealer.

Conveniently passed away just before the
Senate hearings last year.

Apparently faked his own death in an
apartment fire.

Oh, get this. Shaughnessy was linked to
the hijacking of an Army arsenal.

Audence never recovered.

Shaughnessy's selling the arsenal to
Robillard. And he wants you and Peter

out of the way because you have a tape
that proves he's still alive.

Yeah, but what does Robillard need with
that kind of firepower?

Not sure.

You know, I read all the way through
that trashy book he wrote, and in the

final chapter, the heroes were at a
federal base to steal an A-bomb.

So, Doc, Robilard's going nuclear.

I hope not.

Shouldn't you guys call the cops
somewhere around here?

If we didn't have so much firepower,
there'd be a bloodbath.

But if Jeff and I go in alone, we might
have a shot.

We're gonna knock out that armory.

Boom.

And nail Shaughnessy and Robilard.

I'll be ready in a minute.

I'm sorry you're not coming along.

Excuse me?

This is my story.

Look, I was hired to protect you from
harm, not throw you under the breach.

Well, I'm not going to stay on this
plane while some other reporter scoops

the story that I practically died for.

Okay, okay, I'll make a deal with you.
You wait at your TV station. When it's

over, you'll be the first reporter in,
guaranteed exclusive.

Deal? Deal.

There's Charlotte.

That must be part of the armory hall.

Just like old times.

Yeah,

for you maybe.

Me, I was up in the air where it was
safer.

As I recall, you're the one who liked to
play in the mud.

Check out that ornament.

Yeah, it's enough for Armageddon, all
right?

We'll buy the truck.

Four bricks.

When it blows, we'll move out and notify
the rest.

Look what we found out about a gate.

Did you let me go?

Damn. What?

They got Robin.

Let me go!

I don't think so.

Bring her to the office.

What's going on? You put around again,
huh? Looking for pictures?

Where's your camera boy, huh?

Libby, I need that layout of rubble.
I'll take you.

Okay, 14.

Got it. Out.

Okay. What now, Chris?

Okay, you set up the charges and make a
run for it. When you're clear, notify

the local cops as well as the feds.

I'm going in after Robin. Don't mean
nothing.

Oh! Where's the tape, damn it?

You don't get it, do you?

The tape is no good.

Your grave's been dug up, Sassy.

You're wasting your time. Shut up, I'll
handle this.

Now you tell me.

Go to hell!

Not here!

Take her to the hills.

Fine.

Let's finish our business.

Damn my guts!

Are you okay?

I've been better.

They couldn't let me do my job. What
about doing mine?

What are you, a cowboy?

Yeah, something like that.

Oh, boy, hands up.

Here, cover him.

Gentlemen, hands behind your back.

You recognize him?

No. And his partner's made it out.

My men will find him. Oh, yeah, they got
such a hot track record as it is.

You sure I don't know you?

Be careful with that.

Oh, man, he's a fed with this kind of
hardware.

I knew the government was behind this.
Whatever.

You interrogate him to your heart's
delight. You just give me my payment.

The weapons are destroyed.

I want my money.

No, Juan, I'm sorry.

I just lost it for a second.

I better hear it.

I'm sure we can work something out.

We just did.

You're never going to get out of here
alive, Shaughnessy. Not with Robillard's

men out there.

I'm going to tell them you two killed
Robillard.

And those dinks, they shoot first and
ask questions later. By the time they

figure out what's going on, I'll be
gone.

Stay with me.

Can you climb a rope? Uh-huh.

Hold it.

Attention. The police are less than ten
seconds from the gate.

What's that?

Traveler.

Are you okay?

Is all this going on? I don't have my
camera, man. It's killing me.

I think I can arrange something.

Fix your hair.

Libby, pat this into KFLY.

You're on the air.

Jeff, how much longer?

Pre-flight's almost completed.

I can have us out of here in five.

Okay, let me know. Yeah.

So are you just going to fly out of
here?

Case is closed. That's what we do.

There's nothing more to it than that,
right?

Robin? Yeah, Robin.

You know how you feel about her? Why are
you going to turn your back?

Are you just going to fly away and
pretend like nothing's happened?

Well, that's the life I need, isn't it?

The human target?

You're still a man, Chris.

You're allowed to fall for somebody.

Remember that Countess in Brussels?

But don't tell me you forgot that one.

No, I still think about her now and
then.

So don't blow it again. You've got the
time. Spend it with Robin.

Jeff. Yo.

Takeoff is canceled.

Everybody's earned some time off.

Oh, right on, baby.

Thanks. Thanks for what?

I knew it.

So, you like my dress?

I saw your report on TV.

The Nationals picked up my follow-up.

CNN's been calling all day. I've had
half a dozen offers already.

Thanks.

It wasn't me.

Oh, it was you.

It was you up and down.

Did you hear about Shaughnessy's
confession?

Yeah. Nuclear warhead and all.

Looks like he saved the world.

My hero.

So how are you and Peter doing?

We're a great team and we'll always be.
He just has this crush on me and I don't

know what to do about it.

Be honest with him. Let the poor guy off
his own hook.

He's resilient.

He can handle it, right?

Besides, he has his eye on this little
piece of fluff in reception.

I don't want to say goodbye to you.

I don't.

I have a plane to catch.

I've got one of those.

I have to go to San Francisco.

I know this great little restaurant on
Market Street.

On one condition.

What?

That I have you all night.

You and nobody else.

Yeah, I can arrange that.

David Brinkley, Democratic vice
presidential candidate Al Gore, and the

cleanup after Hurricane Andrew, Sunday.

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