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Mr. Hannah?

Yeah?

If Mr. Barnes had told me what you looked like, I would have kicked you off alone.

I saw you in your birthday suit.

Happy birthday!

Hey!

It's not my fault you don't hulk up!

Look out!

New York is a city of over 10 million people.

It's hard to go anywhere in this town without running into somebody that you know.

Somebody like Kate Conlon, who had drifted through my life

six months ago like satin on glass and then disappeared.

It was nice to have a drink with Kate again.

Somehow she seemed a little edgy.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

I never thought I'd see you again.

Well, here I am.

Still alive and kicking.

Tough luck.

Wouldn't call it that.

Well, here's to three weeks, a long time ago.

They were wonderful weeks.

I'm sorry I never said goodbye.

Hey, come on.

Forget it.

I hate goodbyes anyway.

Mike, I'm really glad I ran into you.

Yeah, me too.

I'd love to spend more time with you, but I gotta get going.

No dinner tonight?

Can't.

Let's make it another time.

I'm gonna bump into you in a crowd, huh?

Can I get a phone number?

Let me call you.

You're the same place, Ryan.

Still playing the mysterious lady, huh?

This party?

Bye, Mike.

Hey!

Wait a minute.

I'll get it.

Hey!

Alright, pal.

Hold it right there.

Now, you know I'm serious.

Now, you can come down your way or my way.

Hey, hey, mister, don't shoot.

You want some money?

Look, you got some money, okay?

Look, I got a wife.

Well, I got an ex-wife, but I got kids.

Well, I got ex-kids.

Hey, look, you take the money, okay?

See you, Brad.

Drop the cannon, pilgrim.

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey!

Hey!

Hold it!

I'm gonna get away, man.

Ladies, move again and you're gonna be breathing through another hole.

Look, it's okay.

You can ask the lady.

She'll tell you what happened.

Who what lady?

Right over there is a French coat.

Look, I'm a private cop.

You don't believe me?

You can check my ideas right here in my shirt pocket.

Yeah.

We get forgeries all the time, Ace.

I bet you don't give me love letters.

Hey, my license.

You drop my license, Ace.

What about the glasses?

They were thick, like beer bottles.

Put them on last.

Chambers.

Yes, sir.

Swell.

Hammer, I'm glad you're still here.

Who does your face, Barrington?

Any business.

You look very good in black and blue.

I'm re-tone-nosed to my camera, the gentleman who recovered your billfold.

Oh.

There you go.

Thank you.

Tone-nosed to his attaché with the Bulgarian ligation.

Did you win?

Oh, yeah?

Well, I didn't know Bulgaria was in the U .N.

I understand you actually saw the perpetrator.

Yeah, but it was nothing special.

Just sort of a straight weasel.

Wiesel?

Yeah, you know, kind of, uh, weasel-ish?

Build dirt bag.

I would like a copy of this for my security staff.

They will be most interested to see that this man is apprehended.

No problem.

Did he get you for much?

Oh, the money is not important, but I had two tickets for the Yankee home opener.

American baseball.

Fascinating.

An intriguing geometric order delegate.

I guess you haven't seen the match play lately.

Uh, no, I haven't.

Mr. Hammond.

May I express my gratitude by offering you some Yankee tickets?

Uh, that's a very generous office, sir, but Mr. Hammer, like myself,

is just happy that we could be of some assistance in the diplomatic community,

hands across the water, so to speak.

I'll walk you out, gentlemen.

If I ever get to 10, bear and cop the tickets for himself.

Yeah.

I'll forget the tickets.

I just want to dig Kate's wallet out of here and deliver it personally.

Come on, Mike.

You don't want to get mixed up with her again.

Not Kate Collin.

Nice frame, but she doesn't get a ten for loyalty.

Come on, give me a break.

Will you, Pat?

Kate was obviously ducking the cops, but why?

Mr. Hammer.

Yeah?

If Mr. Barnes had told me what you look like, I would have picked you up alone.

I would have let you.

Michael.

Hey, Mocella.

What's happening?

Well, if it isn't the tip stick.

Hey, you're right.

I already take it easy.

I knew you'd catch me.

I just wanted to set things right.

Where is the girl's wallet?

I gave it back.

I swear.

I gave him more back.

I do like your style, Michael.

When the animal grovels kick it.

Mm-hmm.

You know, it's quite possible that the dip, the last thing here could be of assistance.

He cases his marks better than most second story, man.

Yeah.

From the roof, I see the lady cut out on you.

Leave you with the cops.

Kate Collin, right?

You got it.

She works at the Dreamstar Ballroom.

The Dreamstar, that's a classy, unique diamond

dance run by this gentleman from Detroit, John Vox.

Kate is to the older, the ethnic.

All right.

Yeah.

After hours, his girls are bringing in a bundle with a few extra cha-chas,

and she's the best.

Hey, it's not my fault, she's a hulk-off.

Where is the Dreamstar Ballroom?

Here's the address.

Even now?

No.

Now.

Now we're even.

You gotta see that psychiatrist, Michael.

Soon!

Good evening, sir.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm, uh, looking for a woman.

And I'm looking for a man.

Kate Collin, did you know her?

Nothing taken to you, but I can.

Hey, fell.

You can't talk to the girls unless you buy your computer tickets.

You can't talk to the girls out here.

You can't talk to them in there.

How much does it take a car?

Probably 50 a minute.

A dollar, 50 a minute?

That's more than my shrink skin.

I bet you'd like my couch better.

I'll make a note.

We'd, uh, like a credit card or a $50 cash advance.

We've got that kind of bread, don't you?

Hey, is America a free country?

You have 20, 40, 45, 6, 7, 8, 9.

You have 25, 50, 75, 85, 95, 1, 2, 3, 4.

50 bucks.

For that price, you should throw in a pair of shoes.

Remember me?

The lady and I are waiting for a poker.

Really?

Sorry, pal.

She's my wife.

Oxygen?

I'm cutting him.

Oh, yeah?

I didn't know you could dare to the bad knee.

I'm not bad knee.

Oh, how you do?

No.

How you got a matching pair?

Like you are crazy.

Talk.

Why did you leave me with a cot hat?

I can't tell you.

Not here.

It's too dangerous.

Where?

Light and easy.

I get off at two.

Light needs you close at two.

Listen, do you remember Aristotle's?

Yeah.

Okay.

When you get off work, meet me there.

What do you say?

Sure.

You promise?

If

thanks for the dance, big guy, next time you can leave.

Night, John Fox.

You can't win.

You always got women coming in and out of your life and always at the wrong time.

Tell me about it.

Speaking of time.

It's two thirty in the morning.

Where is she?

Listen, Mike.

If Kate don't show him, I get you a nice Greek girl.

She stroke your head, bake your bread, and warm your bed.

Is that wise orbeas always dancing?

You're something else, you know, man?

Hey, Kate.

You're looking even better than I remember.

Thank you, Aristotle.

You still like him without my stits?

Yeah.

Hey, you two go ahead.

Whatever.

I'm not here.

Hey.

Come on.

Talk to me.

What's going on?

There's so much I want to tell you, but it's complicated.

Somebody

had wanted Kate's purse and they didn't care how they got it.

Kate and I were lucky this time.

Aristotle wasn't.

A smooth, tardly theater here on A&A.

I woke up the next morning to the sharp smell of antiseptic, and every muscle

rebelling against last night's close encounter of the dangerous kind.

The nurses in this hospital were very tight-lipped.

No one would tell me anything about Kate.

They didn't need to tell me about poor Aristotle.

I knew he was dead.

Oh, come on.

I already gave you blood this morning.

And now we need some more.

Hold out your arms.

Feel like an automated teller in a blood bank.

Nothing like a little blood, money darling.

Oh!

Honey?

Honey, you got more scars on your body than in old baseball.

Body like yours deserves more respect.

No more questions.

Thank you.

No more questions.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Honey, you got more scars on your body than in old baseball.

Now you know why.

Body like yours deserves more respect.

You forget.

I saw you in your birthday suit.

Happy birthday!

Listen,

I saw you on the tube.

You were absolutely great.

You got a real nose for news.

That thing I did two days ago, you mean they showed my mishap on the television?

In living color.

And it was wonderful.

I mean, great for your image.

You know, I never noticed you got these two little

hairs that are going right out of the end of your nose.

It was very funny.

I suppose they call that Freedom of the Press.

Well, I got a friend at the FCC who's going to hear about this.

Where's the phone?

Meavers.

Bobby's little uniform.

What do you think?

Not bad, huh?

I'm the manager.

Good.

Yeah.

What's this?

Mike, what do you think is better for a fun signal?

Cap, arm, chest, leg, leg, chest, arm, cap.

The other one.

Wait a minute.

This is an action report.

And it's wrong.

Look, the guy used a machine pistol.

Aristotle was murdered while somebody else was trying to kill Kate.

It's always got to be complicated with you.

It's always got to be murder.

It can never be something simple like a hit and run.

Barrington, are you brain damaged as well as nose damaged?

Why don't you just talk to Kate?

She'll tell you.

Kate said report like that.

What?

She was released a few moments ago.

Now, will you sign a report, please?

What the hell are you talking about?

Dr. Martin, can you please call us?

Excuse me.

Where is Kate Holland?

Is that that gentleman right there?

Just check the route.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Wait a minute!

Hi!

Come back here!

Hey, come back here.

What?

What is going on here?

Who was that in the car with Kate?

I don't know.

Well, I want her phone number and I want her address and I want her right now.

You feeling good?

Wind at your back door?

Fine.

Fine.

Fine.

Thanks.

I'll make a note.

So, Mike, you remember Mr. Porter?

Yeah.

How you doing, Mr. Porter?

Listen, uh, just a minute.

Delta?

Yeah.

I want you to call this number and keep trying it to get a hold of somebody.

Okay.

Moochie's waiting inside.

Hey, I haven't talked to you for two days and that's all I guess.

No, hello.

How's it going?

It's great to see you.

Hello, how's it going?

Good to see you.

Call the number.

Nice to be appreciated.

Hey, Moochie!

Hey, my go!

I'd like you to meet Cherry.

She's an electronics wizard, handles all my computers.

Wizard, huh?

Huh?

I know how to push all the right buttons.

Oh, yeah?

But you got a soft touch.

What do you got here?

Holy.

Ciao.

Come on.

It was Kate Kamlin, and it made me sick.

It was Kate Kamlin.

Who is this guy?

Sorry.

Some kind of add a shade with the French Embassy.

And I believe you know the lady.

Yeah.

I know the lady.

Where did you get this crap?

Now, this stuff used to be in possession of John Box.

Now, you know what tape like that can only serve one purpose, black male.

Knowing Leo and not, your Kate is involved.

John Box is not going to let her just walk away.

Mm-hmm.

I'll take care of that.

What do you want?

As long as Mr. Box sells the two step and his ladies.

I don't care.

But this black male, Michael...

You know, one scandal in the authorities is going to come down on everybody.

That means me and my girls too.

So you want me to take John Box down?

My girls don't make any money behind Box.

Watching that tape was a real education.

I decided to go to Kate's apartment and pay the teacher a visit.

I have already learned all of this, but... I never thought about Kate as vain.

We still need to meet the artist by date, which is actually very straightforward.

But the video camera on one wall, the still camera on the other,

she certainly wasn't gonna miss her best side.

Or anybody else's.

I didn't want to see the pictures inside that camera, but I knew I had to.

Excuse me, sir.

Do you want to see the sound waves cleaned up?

Yeah, sure do.

Would you like to sign my petition?

Up to where's the fountain around?

We're not infected, honey.

That's all, shall we?

You should hear?

Not your eyes.

Use them properly.

You're way in over your head.

I try to make that a habit.

I said, you sure is, don't go popping off.

You wish somewhere you shouldn't have been.

Something for the end sooner than later.

Leave Kate Conlon alone.

You're a bad mix, you two.

Why don't you and me just try to mix it up right now?

I'm gonna give you this.

You're just a bad mix.

I'm gonna give you the pictures.

Well, I just got Bill his opinion.

What do you think?

I need to double straight up.

Mike, I'm talking about my new hairstyle.

Is that new?

It's great.

My new men would hate it.

The double.

I'm enough.

You better make it a triple, Jenny.

I did get the photos back.

Okay.

You're not gonna like them.

Make it a quadruple.

Oh, it's all right, Jimmy.

I know that, Jenny.

Mr. Hammer.

I see you come for your Yankee tickets.

It wasn't necessary.

I would have sent it.

Yeah?

What about the tickets to this ball game?

It's not your best angle, pal.

Yeah, did you get this?

Is it John Bach ring a bell?

I'll pay what you want.

Americans have taken blackmail and raised it to them hard for them.

Well, I wouldn't exactly call this art.

I mean, the lighting is okay, but the situation is a little kinky for Mike.

I have a wife and a child, Mr. Hammer.

In your country, this would merely be a scandal.

But where do I come from?

These pictures could destroy me.

How much does John Bach's want?

I don't work for John Bach's.

You come to America and you think you can do whatever you want.

You can do whatever you like under the guise of diplomatic immunity.

How is it?

How does somebody like you get mixed up with a slime like John Bach's anyway?

It's not so difficult.

It's very difficult to speak the languages of Europe.

Many different, especially those from the East.

Find it difficult to adjust.

We go there to talk.

To dance.

Dance, huh?

What do you call this?

The parts trot?

Don't worry, I won't blow your cover.

The girl I'm interested in.

I'll even take care of John Bach.

What do you think of that, Bach, Puss?

Blackmail may be the dirtiest game of them all.

And the filth contaminates everyone it touches.

I was going to enjoy taking John Bach's apart.

What the hell are you doing here?

This is what I'm doing here.

Huh?

You get the picture?

My girls do more than just dance.

They're sleeping with these guys.

And you had a little blackmail make quite a profit.

But these guys are all diplomats now.

I want to know why.

You're in way over your head, Hammer.

I know people keep telling me that.

You know, you're going to tell me what this is all about.

All right, no rough stuff.

I'll tell you.

Some guys in town.

John, you wouldn't make it, believe me.

Who's the police?

You always drop in like this?

You see that wound?

That's me.

I gave him that last night.

He killed a friend of mine.

Now it's all square.

I'm from here on.

You're out of it.

You're out of K.

Cumberland's life.

You get it?

Give me a good reason.

Life.

You're us.

I guess having a Russian assassin come after you is kind of a memorable occasion.

But somehow I wasn't in the mood to celebrate.

Hey, fella, you want to point that camera at the body?

Brother, when you want publicity, you can never get it.

Only two dead.

When are you cutting back?

I can't wait to get you a version of what happened here.

All right.

The Russian got John by.

The guy that hustled Kate out of the hospital got the Russian.

Now I laid a slug into the Russian last night,

but he... All right, all right, you can go.

What?

You can go.

What's this?

I don't think you heard me.

I want you out.

Don't get your nose out of joints.

Oh, you picked a great time to cause a mess in your fills.

Two on.

Bottom of the fifth.

One run behind.

Nobody out.

Our best hitter coming up.

Kenny's lost.

He's 12 years old.

Built like Steve Garvey, only not as clean cut.

It should have been here for the doubleheader.

What happened?

What happened?

Don't move.

Would you shoot me if I turned on the light?

I had to make sure it was you.

It usually is.

I live here.

Turn the light on, Mike.

I'll take off the jacket.

Just the jacket?

Why not the whole thing?

Why not go all the way?

You could even take pictures.

Take your gun out, put it down and move away from it.

What about these?

Remember these?

What do you want to do with these, huh?

I came here to be straight with you if you

just keep your mouth shut and give me a chance.

You get pictures of what you really angry about, Mike.

I'm a professional.

That's putting it kindly.

No, not like that.

Six months ago, I didn't dare tell you what I was.

No more than I could tell you why I had to leave.

Well, I don't get it.

Why didn't you?

I worked for military intelligence.

I have for four years.

Now it's just me and you.

You can see that sent me away.

I couldn't tell anybody.

Not even you.

I've been back to New York and John Bob.

John Bob?

What about all the others?

Damn, you know.

John has his hooks into the diplomats of his town.

Blackmail.

Not for money.

Then for what?

Government secrets.

Government secrets?

Listen, you better start leveling with me right now.

When diplomat victim was an American, who gave John Bob the

micro-doc that has top secret plans for defense that night.

That word, there must be other government agents involved.

Of course!

Then why are you still caught up in it?

Be that John Bob is only a little man and I'm closing it on the ring later.

He's going to turn over the micro-doc to the Russians any day now.

I don't have time for games.

Yeah.

He played me pretty well.

But anything for your profession, right, Kate?

I was never a professional with you.

It was real.

Maybe the best thing I've ever known.

Stupid to come here.

Those pictures.

They really hurt me a lot.

Why?

Because you're not in them?

You got it.

Hi, Mike.

Where are you going?

I've got a job.

You're still the professional, huh?

Please, Mike, don't get in my way.

What would you do if I did?

Kill me?

Coffee's getting cold.

Maybe I couldn't stop, Kate, but I had to know what she was up to.

For the next 12 hours, my office was across the street from our apartment.

Now,

once heard, they can drink the Gettysburg Address down to the size of a pinhead.

Now, they're cramming government secrets into a tiny micro-doc.

People were dying for it, and I didn't want Kate to be one of them.

I was always curious about what went on in there.

When I was,

Kate was in there with me.

I couldn't tell whether she was dead or alive.

Here on A&E.

Kate had taken a pretty bad hit on the head and was

still unconscious when I got her to the hospital.

Somebody had made a big mistake.

They left me alive.

She has a severe head trauma.

I put her on some medication to keep the brain from swelling.

How long will she be unconscious?

A couple of days.

She'll stick around if you don't mind.

Come on.

She's crazy!

Next time you pull a gun on me, they're going to have to jump-start your heart.

Agent Griffin is with military intelligence.

He takes time in superior.

Should you forget that he saved your life?

I forget nothing, including the fact that he is still using her.

Using her?

Kate Collins is a professional professional, please.

I'm sick and tired of that work.

She's maybe the best I've got.

In four years, she's won more commendation than any man in my unit.

And don't forget she uncovered the connection

between the KGB and John Box's blackmail operation.

But then our trouble was broken.

She stopped trusting everyone.

Stop trusting me.

So what's that surprise of the week?

Stop trusting you.

Where's the micro-duck?

I don't have any idea where it is.

Easy, easy, easy.

No, no, no!

You'll make me a very happy man.

I don't understand him, do you?

You don't understand!

That micro-duck contains information that will

be catastrophic to America in the wrong hands.

Dang it to the balance of power?

All right.

But Kate had no idea where that micro-duck was.

She was getting close to it, but she had no idea where it was.

There's been a recent conduct.

There are Captain Chambers here.

That's me.

Yeah, easy.

Come on.

So what happens to the guy who tried to kill Kate?

A scubber won't work, am I?

No room for personal vendetta.

She's a regular Billy Graham.

It was homicide.

It was Mr. Couple of goons at Yankee Stadium, pulverizing the guy.

Scrape him off the bathroom walls.

Pickpocket.

Lester D.

Weldon.

Lester the dip.

20 bucks on the gang.

You're on.

Good.

Dips personal belongings.

See, what are you doing?

That's evidence.

Last night was a Yankees home opener, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was a beaver's home opener too.

They got to be 32 to 6.

Poor little dipstick.

Only one of them was a pre-ticket of the game.

Mike, talk English.

Look at this.

See that printing?

It's blue.

It's dark.

It's black.

Are you sure like homes or something?

Right.

Look at these stubs, Dr. Watson.

There's a dot on this one.

Ain't no dot on this one.

You having a good time?

I think we may have just found ourselves a micro dot.

Yeah, be a hero.

We don't sneeze.

The trail led to a party at the French Embassy.

According to Valdez, they throw the classiest affairs.

And if I wanted a soda water, I shouldn't ask for a dairy air.

Good evening, man.

I'm the ambassador from Flatbush, and I'm going

to be your escort for the next ten minutes.

Ten minutes?

Or if I need an extension?

We give extensions to Flatbush.

Sweetheart, please forgive me, but I've got some

business to take care of, but I want you to have fun.

Don't eat too many hors d'oeuvres.

Certainly, I'm not really hungry.

My decision, I hear the caterers up until me in charge.

You sure?

Oh, thank you very much.

The man

I wanted would be here, and I was right.

Excuse me.

Oh, Mr. Hammer.

I need to talk to you in private.

Yes, I know, but it's very important.

Part of it.

I'll be only a moment.

Don't count on it.

Maybe you can come back later.

Sorry, Sweetheart, I've got my hands full.

Time for killing less to the dim.

Take this, turkey!

The people didn't find the microdards, did they?

I don't know what you're talking about.

On the ticket.

You see, we don't dot our ease in this country.

You knew that Lester would be at the Yankee game, but

you didn't know that the ticket would be in his hat back.

It was your biggest mistake.

Just couldn't keep your hand out of the cookie jar, could you?

I'm an official of the Bulgarian government.

I have diplomatic immunity.

Not for me, you don't.

Come on.

We both know you're a KGB spy.

I was a sweet little black man, but you tried to set up.

You have no evidence.

Your police cannot touch me.

We forget.

I am not the police.

Then there are those very interesting pictures of you and Kate.

I can't feel your naive.

My superior's do not regard dead prostitutes with such seriousness.

Wrong again, Bozo.

She's alive, but she's not a prostitute.

She's a U.S.

agent.

Military intelligence.

You know, I think you can have a little trouble explaining

to your superiors about your relationship with Kate.

Not just an innocent role in the Hague.

You see, blackmail works both ways.

I can make you a healthy man.

Whatever you ask.

Really?

My very own Mick Jett.

What happened to that famous Bulgarian sense of humor?

This is for Kate.

You want him alive?

No value to his dead?

He's dead already.

Or at least he will be with his KGB, but he's going to hold him up with photographs.

We'll decide what's going to answer the photographs, right?

I said it already.

I sent him COD to the Kremlin.

Hey, what do you think?

You government guys are the only ones who play hardball?

Well, I'd say he got his just desserts, wouldn't you?

What is it with you, Hammer?

One international incident in a week isn't enough for you?

Oh, come on, Barry.

Didn't be grateful for words.

You could score some points on this, you know.

I'll be grateful the day you moved to Miami and opened up a tattoo party.

Excuse me, can we please ask you some questions about what happened here?

Sorry, fellas.

I have got to catch a plane to Miami.

But I'm sure that the assistant, D.A.

Barrington, will tell you everything that you want to know.

Mr. Barrington, can you help us?

Please, please.

Sorry, I said I'm here to answer.

Anything else, please, please, please.

Alright, Maya.

Mr. Berg, I am here to help you.

Mr. Berg, please.

Please, please, come, please.

Me too.

I love the flowers.

You remember my color?

Yeah.

They were gonna do it too well.

They sure are beautiful, wasn't it?

Sure.

Take care of yourself.

Sarah.

Sarah.

I knew I couldn't change Kate any more than she could change me.

I had a habit of choosing unpredictable women in my life.

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