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Since 1970, the federal witness protection
program has relocated thousands of witnesses,

some criminal, some not, to neighborhoods
all across the country.

Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute,

distinguishing them from the
rest of the general population.

And that is... somebody wants them dead.

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There's nothing speculative about this, Jeffrey.

Fact: Over $1 trillion of institutional money
currently sits quaking on the sidelines.

Liquid cash, doing nothing.

Why do you suppose that is?

Very well then, I'll tell you.

It is because 99.9% of fund managers are abject cowards.

They run when the bulls run.

They hibernate when the bears pack it
in. And right now, they are hibernating...

they're waiting for some mythical market
solstice, a clarion call to the faint of heart.

Emerge from your warrens... all is safe.

Feast on fallen fruit months past its prime.

God, I wish I could do that.

Yes, Jeffrey. I do implore you...
with unwavering conviction.

Hundreds, if not thousands of profitable, well-managed
companies are now deeply undervalued.

Now is the time.

Jump back in with all you can muster.

You magnificent bastard.

I'm actually attracted to you right now.

Oh, and Jeffrey... one last thing.

Whatever you do, do not invest so
much as a nickel with this firm.

Arnie Ford is a thief, and you will surely
lose every cent placed in his trust.

Good luck.

If this is a joke. I'm not laughing.

No, Arnie, this isn't a joke.

Did you think I wouldn't figure it out? You've been
stealing from our clients... clients whom I brought in.

You've bankrupted the fund, and you have
seriously injured the Ashmore family name...

my family name.

Now I intend to do everything in my power to make sure

that you pay and salvage what is left of my reputation.

God help you, what did you do?

I'm sorry, I would love to chat, but it
looks like your next appointment's arrived.

Arnie Ford.

You're under arrest for securities fraud.

You just made the biggest mistake of your life.

Shouldn't you be twirling your mustache
when making those sorts of threats?

Come on, let's go.

Hand cramping yet?

It's a lot to sign.

A lot goes into creating a new identity.

It's beyond comprehension...
signing away the Ashmore name.

Unfortunately, even though you
blew the whistle on Arnie Ford,

there are thousands of people who'd like to see
Phillip Ashmore burned, simply because he's there.

Can you blame them? I was there.

I convinced them to invest their
money, often their life savings.

Camille's parents...
No.

How could I not have known?

He hasn't had a moment of peace since
he found out what Arnie was doing.

Neither, I imagine, have any of the
people whose lives I helped destroy.

It's perhaps a bit dichotomous, but you should take some
measure of comfort in the fact that you feel such distress.

You're suggesting I feel good about feeling bad?

I think I phrased it a little better, but yes.

Wonderful. Let's give the man
a medal for feeling remorse.

Erect a monument for this sliver of empathy shown for the
lives crushed under the staggering weight of his blunders.

Phillip.

Huzzah for humanity...
Phillip.

We've come so far. Excuse me.

I got him.

It'll be okay.

Marshall will go off on some mind-numbing gestalt-of-kant
litany until Phillip is begging to come back in.

I don't think Phillip is capable
of becoming a whole new person.

He doesn't have to.

In time, he'll realize his name has
changed, but he's still the same person.

You don't know Phillip.

The Ashmore name is everything.

It's his birth right and he takes it very seriously,
especially because he's the last living heir.

Oh, yeah, I saw that his parents were killed.

A ferry boat accident on a family trip through Asia.

It was his college graduation present.

I see you take insulin.
Yes.

I'll be sure that the prescription
is transferred. Are you okay for now?

Yes.

The marshals in New York made sure I
got a two-week supply before we left.

Good.

So how does all that work?

The prescriptions, and insurance,
medical records... that sort of thing.

Witsec has a sort of clearing house
through which records, documents,

financial holdings, et cetera... are cleaned,

stripped of all links to your past, and
officially reassigned to your new identities.

Normally, we give families a stipend for six months or so.

But in your case, as soon as your holdings
clear our processing, you'll be on your own.

Well... I think that Phillip has some ideas about that.

What kind of ideas?

I wish to assign my personal holdings to the
victims of Arnie's fraud... as a restitution, of sorts.

How much of your holdings?

All of it. The entire Ashmore estate.

Of course, real estate, art work, automobiles...
things of that nature... will have to be liquidated.

But... this is the only meaningful
gesture I can make at this point.

So... roughly, how much are we talking?

I haven't seen how the market's
behaving today, but roughly $137 million.

Dollars?

Okay, here's the good news.

I'm pretty sure this kind of blinding
stupidity is grounds for annulment.

Phillip and I have discussed this at length.

Frankly, I would've preferred a less grand
gesture, but he feels quite strongly about it.

Giving up allmy worldly possessions is the only way to demonstrate
my sincere desire to right some of Arnie Ford's wrongs...

of which I was an unwitting accomplice.

I have to say that is perhaps the most
selfless act of contrition I've ever heard of.

You, sir, are to be admired.

Hello, dumbass.

♪♪♪

And they say romance is dead.

"90 year old billionaire weds flight attendant, 23."

Gee, wonder how they met.

In an airplane.

Did you read this already?

You think you'll ever get married?

If the right flight attendant comes along, who knows.

Well, if you ever did take the plunge...
not that I'd wish that hell on anyone...

think you'd tell the missus about the job?

No.

That's it? No diffuse and flowery,
philosophical treatise with footnotes?

It runs contrary to Witsec regs.

Heaven forbid we run contrary.

You're not thinking about...

Hot sauce, got to be looking right at it.

You already told him.

Found it.

Without consulting me?

You know, I was going to, and then I remembered
it's none of your God damn business.

Are you kidding?

Don't think so.

By telling Raph what you do, you've told him what I do.

And I wasn't quite ready to share that
information with your future husband.

You're serious.

Yeah, Camille, what's going on?

I hate to impose, but... we have a flat
tire, and Phillip tried to change it, but...

You didn't happen to film that by any chance?

Even if I had a camera, it was
too sad... like a Bergman film.

Anyway, I really don't want to be late for work.

Is there any chance...?

On our way.

Come on, Camille needs a ride to work.

Tire needs to be on the ground.

A little thing we call traction.

Just loosen the rest and jack the car back up.

Then change the bad tire, when
it's in the air put on the spare.

You change a man's tire, he drives for a day.

Teach a man to fish... never mind.

Come on, let's get you to work.

Call when you run out of gas. I'll
show you how to fill the tank.

I guess it's just tougher than we expected.

But we do see each other more and I don't
have to attend those awful society functions.

But it would be nice if Phillip found a job.

I don't know.

I guess it's real life, somewhere between okay and awful.

Welcome to the muddy middle.

But do you think maybe he's aiming
too high? What about a job job?

That's what I said, but... you know.

He's got his pride.

That'll pass.

I got to go.

Big day. We're having a sale on
nursing bras. Thanks for the ride.

I'll put out some feelers for him.

In the meantime, you let me know if
things get... you know, unmanageable.

I will.

Not so easy, this real life.

It's crazy. Some places make
you work five days a week.

It must be tough, going from a world
where people do everything for you.

You know? Limos whisking you from
place to place, personal assistants...

assisting you personally,
underpants made from human hair.

You heard me.

Pour me one?

Is this Manny, Moe, or Jack?

What?
Pep boys.

They fix cars.

All right, never mind. What's up?

Uh, I think I made a mistake.

Changing the tire?
No, the money.

By giving it all away.

Oh, well... I hate to say I told
you so, but... actually, no, I don't.

I need some of it back.

Yeah, okay.

You realize it's a lot harder to get money
back than it is to give it away, right?

Please...it's not for me.

Camille's working ridiculous
hours paying for my mistake.

You were right.

I don't need that much.

How much?

$5 million should do it.

You sure? I hate to see you just scraping by.

Mary, that's a fraction of what I'm giving away.

Yeah.

All right, look, I'll get the paperwork
started, see what I can do.

Thank you. And Mary, I need this to happen quickly.

Yeah, I'm sure you do.

Someone wants to stuff the caviar back into the sturgeon?

He talks!

Hallelujah, it's a Christmas miracle.

Or not.

Idiot.

Anybody home?

Every light in the house.

Fancy.

Oh, thank God you're home. We were going for ice
cream, and he made us come all the way back to get...

I'm torn between my ice cream jones and
finding out what you did to piss her off.

You should go.

Understatement of the year. Okay.

Have fun.

More ice cream for me.

What's going on?

This.

I was reading articles to learn more about what you do.

Did Brandi see what you were doing?

No, I kept a blanket over me and
the computer the whole time.

It's not a joke.

You can't seriously expect me to just accept the fact

that you workin witness protection
without wanting to learn more about it.

Why? Why can't you accept the fact that I work in
a very secretive job, and just leave it at that?

Because before, I thought you mostly hung around
the courthouse making sure no nuts got in or out.

Now that I know that you hide criminals
from other criminals who want to kill them,

I... You should have never told me what you do.

So I've been told.

Where are you going?

To bed. Good night.

God.

Hey, I brought the documents for you to sign.

Wow, that was fast.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Come on, open up.

What's with the stealth?

Oh, Camille's sleeping. Got a touch of the flu.

Oh, does she need to see a doctor?

No, no, I'm sure she'll be fine.

Okay, well, if she's up to signing, we can
wait and bring the papers with us now.

She doesn't have to sign. Everything's
in the name of the family trust.

When you entered the program,
you agreed to conjoin your assets.

It's a Witsec requisite.

I understand. Well, I'll have her
sign them when she gets up.

Can you come back and collect them?

No, Phillip, we're not a messenger
service. You can bring them to us.

No, I can't.

Um... left the car in the shop.

Now what's wrong with your car?

I don't know, the man said something about a carburetor.

Then he's ripping you off. That car is fuel-injected.

Where'd you take it?

Someplace between here and Camille's work.

You don't know the name of the
place where you left your car?

Is there some reason for this inquisition?

I want to see Camille.
You want me to wake her?

Yes, please.

You can speak to her later when she's up.

Open the door.

That's it, I'm talking to my D.O.J. representative.

Good idea, we'll wait here.

Where is she, Phillip?

You still want to call your D.O.J.
rep, or would you rather I do it?

Camille left me. There, I said it. Happy now?

Do I look happy?

Phillip, you're high-profile protective witnesses,

you're wife's in the wind, and
you want to hide it from me?

Her clothes, toiletries... everything, still here.

Get your shoes.

Please, let's not make a big deal out of this.

Don't have to, it already is. Let's go.

Now!

When did she leave?

Last night. After she got home
from work, we got into an argument.

About what?

What else? Money.

Phillip, look at me.

If you have any idea where Camille
is, now would be the time to speak up.

If I did, I would be there.

How are you coming on her traceables?

No cell phone, credit card, or atm
activity since 1:34 pm yesterday.

She bought lunch.

I have an in-house bolo out on the car.

Deputy director's office wants us
to work solo for the time being.

Stan picked a hell of a time to go to a convention.

It's not just a convention, Mary.

Our chief is the keynote speaker at
the law enforcement efficacy conference.

Leec?

Admittedly, not the best acronym.

We've got an alert. A security
guard found Camille's car abandoned.

Keep an eye on Phillip?

Hey, Dershowitz. It's Mary. I need a favor.

That's funny.

An abandoned car on 4th and gold was just
reported to your guys. I need you to keep it small.

Yeah, why would an abandoned car be otherwise?

And what's in it for me?

My undying gratitude.

Rent-a-cop says the car was here all night.

Door unlocked, purse and keys in the front seat.

Leaving your husband's one thing, but your purse?

A whole other story.

Mary.

Damn it.

We protecting in a junkie?

Based on the evidence it seems I'm not
protecting anyone... at least not very well.

Is that the undying gratitude you were talking about?

Sorry, this one's locked down tight.

Aren't they all?

But if you need more info, talk to her fiance.

He's got the inside track.

What's that supposed to mean?

What, you think that was out of line?

You're an asshole.

Okay, then.

But I got to impound the car, have
my guys give it the once-over.

Fine, but I need to take her effects.

First you want your money back,
then you liea bout your marriage.

I'm not lying, I swear.

We found your car in the parking lot where she works.

And this... her insulin.

Oh, God, she needs this.

What happened? She finally figure
out the master of the universe

she thought she married was actually a
do-nothing failure living off the family trust?

You couldn't stand that, could you...
her seeing you for what you really are?

Oh, no, no. It's... it's not like that.

The security guard said the car was
there all afternoon and all night,

which means you lied about
her coming home after work.

I'm starting to think we got a
Scott Peterson situation here.

Did you kill your wife, Phillip?
How could you say that?

After you brought her the keys, did you stick around?

Did you lay in wait in the parking
lot for her to get off work?

I love her.

Tell us the truth.

Tell us what happened last night.

I waited for Camille to come home
after work, she's usually very prompt.

Last night, she wasn't.

So I called her cell about four or five times.

And then at about 8:00, a man called.

He said that he had Camille, and that if I
didn't give him $5 million that he would kill her.

That's why I needed the money.

That is why I still need the money.

your wife was kidnapped, and
you're just telling us now?

He told me if I told anybody...
especially the cops... he would kill her.

Kidnappers always tell you not to call the cops.

You know what you do when they
say that? You call the cops.

Please, just give me my money
so I can get my wife back.

He called you at the motel. Think.

Who could it have been?

A new acquaintance who made you? An old investor?

Did you contact anyone?

No. No, I didn't. No, I swear.

He called my cell, not the motel phone.

Please, we're wasting time. She
needs her insulin or she'll die.

Hey... put an alert on Camille's insulin,
with the national pharmacies network.

I want to know the second
anyone tries to fill that prescription.

Copy that.
Pull Phillip's cell records, see who called him last night.

Already on it. There is a call from Camille at
6:04, and another from an unidentified at 7:58.

E.S.U.'s working with the cell
provider trying to back track a number.

But it's from a voip... they're not optimistic.

All right, thanks.

We got to get him back to the
motel in case he's being watched.

I'll put him in a cab.

Follow from a safe distance,
make sure he gets there okay.

I'll notify E.S.U.

I already did it.
Fine.

I'll go home and get some things, I'll
meet you back here in an hour.

Wish Stan were here, he'd know how to handle this.

We've got to cover him.

I'm talking about you two. This is hard to watch.

So don't watch.

Okay, Phillip, E.S.U. cloned your cell,
and we're patched into the landline.

When the kidnapper calls, we'll hear everything.

Until then, sit tight. We'll be right next door.

So I guess now we just wait.

I guess.

Slutdog Millionaire, Rachel Getting Larried,
Milf... barely had to change that one.

Rachel Getting Larried had a nice twist in the end.

Story-wise.

You want to get a pizza?

I guess.

Somebody just refilled Camille's insulin.

Wilson Drugs, 684 Cimmaron.

Yeah, this is Marshal Shannon.

I need a team sent to 684 Cimmaron.

Wilson Drugs.

I want the security cam footage from the last hour.

See if they can upload it to our IP address.

Okay, thanks.

Hello.

Phillip.

Camille? Oh, thank God!

Where are you? Are you all right?

Hi, Phillip. How are you coming with my money?

Putting together $5 million in cash takes a bit of time.

Can you put Camille back on, please?

I got her insulin, which was a lot more than I had to do.

That's the last shot she's getting.

So however long she can go without any more
of her medicine, that's how long you've got.

I'll call back in a few hours for an update.

Wait, wait, wait. Please, put her back on. Wai...

Any luck with the trace?

The call was still internet-based.
Even if we could trace it...

He's long gone by now.

And look at this, the drugstore security cam is coming up.

Oh, good. The unabomber.

That's what the clerk said.

No clean face shot.

I'm going to go out on a limb and
guess he didn't pay with credit.

Cash.

Speaking of which...
What?

Watch.

Brand new bills.

If they're as new as they look, the treasury can tell
us what bank they came from based on serial numbers.

And if they came from an atm transaction,
the bank can give us the name.

God, don't you love big brother?

This could take a while.

Have the deputy director's office make
the request. That should grease the wheels.

Albuquerque police, open up.

Open up.

What, are you stalking me?

Oh, I get it.

They have great ice here.

No, no. I don't need ice.

I need to talk to...
Phillip Andrews, the owner of the impounded car.

Nice work. Very fast.

Guess he's one of yours.

If he were, you wouldn't need to talk to
him because we'd have it under control.

I got a missing woman, Mary.

Okay, I need to know what's going on.

Treasury tracked the bills to
New Mexico savings and loan.

They're pulling the atm transaction now.

You could've told me who owned the car.

No, I couldn't.

Against the rules.

What is wrong with you two?

We've been trying to get pregnant
and the strain's getting to him.

This is why I don't have a partner.

Atm draw traces to an account in Blacksburg, West Virginia.

Account holder is Randy Murray.

This is a kidnapping?

Put out an apb on Randy Murray of Blacksburg, West Virginia.

Nothing quiet about that.

I'll keep you up to date, you do the same?

Ncic has him.

A few petty crimes as a kid, into his 20s.

Nothing criminal for a long time.

He fixed that in a big-ass way.

This is interesting. Mother and
father deceased, natural causes.

One brother, Roy Murray, deceased.

Cause of death, ferry boat accident in Mumbai.

That was Phillip's college friend
who died in a boating accident.

Let's run Randy Murray through the Ford fund.

Roy's brother?

Are you sure?
Cut the crap, Phillip.

Randy Murray never had an account with Arnie Ford.

But for some reason, the fund was sending him
ten grand a month for the past three years.

Why?

What the hell happened on that boat?

Did you kill his brother?

Kill him?

Roy was my best friend.

On the first day at Oxford, when no one else would
talk to me, because I was an Ashmore... unapproachable.

Roy sauntered up and said in his thick, southern
accent, asked if he could just "visit a while."

Because no one would talk to him either.

It was quite endearing, really.

But despite our very different backgrounds,
we quickly became as thick as thieves.

We were more like brothers than best mates.

We even looked alike.

My family loved him.

When the boat capsized, it was...

madness. It was 519 terrified souls...

clawing, scratching,

just doing anything they could to escape.

My parents... were trapped below the deck.

There was no hope.

But Roy and I were above decks.

And I... I tried to calm him.

I told him, "when the boat hits the water,
swim below, as far as possible, underwater.

Get below the tangle of bodies, just..."

He panicked and he wouldn't let go of me.

There were people just climbing on
each other, climbing on us.

What should I have done?

Should've drowned with him.

When Randy showed up in New
York and told me who he was...

You started paying him off. Out of pure guilt.

Because it was the right thing to do.

And when you entered Witsec, the payments stopped.

Yes, I even called him.

To let him know... I know it's against Witsec rules.

And I am sorry.

But... I didn'twant him to think
I just skipped out on my promise.

I take it he wasn't as understanding.

No, he wanted more, and... I didn't have it.

Now he has Camille.

And I still don't have it.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for this.

Thank us after we get Camille back.

Testing, one, two. All right, put your shirt on.

Phillip, you've got the money?

Yes, now what?

Put the money in your car.

Take I-25 south, get off at Rio Bravo,
and head down to Bobby Foster Road.

And Phillip, if I see anybody following you,
you're never going to see your wife alive again.

E.S.U. has a fix on Phillip's car.

Copy that. I'll take university
to Bobby Foster Road the back way.

Time's running out on Camille.

Is she okay?

It depends on how you define okay, Phil.

She's definitely alive.

I am coming as fast as I can.

Just tell me where to go.

Take the road up to the top of the ravine.

Stop at the railroad crossing.

I'm here. I've got the money.

Where are you? Where's Camille?

I want my wife now!

That's you, Phillip. Always in a hurry.

Now walk across the tracks.

Oh, and... bring the money.

All right, that's far enough.

Stop where you are.

Okay, here we go.

We have visual of the suspect, the victim appears okay.

I've got the money, you can let her go.

Now, you move an inch and everybody dies.

How long do you want to let this go?

As long as we have visual, I think we play it out.

Unless it looks like it's heading south.

I'd rather he get away with the
money, than spook him and get him killed.

We had a deal.

Get down on your knees.

Throw me the money!

Put your hands over your head.
I don't like this.

You're about to like it even less.

Look.

God damn it, we're going to lose visual.

Let's move.

Come on, move it. Marshall, come on, let's go.

Faster, faster!
Come on, we're not going to make it.

Come on!

We're not going to make it.

I can't do it.

She all right?

She's fine.

She's fine.

Damn it.

We're on the atv right now.

We've got a chopper in the air.

Copy that.

All right. Thanks, Eleanor.

Phillip... a word, please?

That was Eleanor. She managed to dig up
the late Roy Murray's complete biography.

And I assume by the cheshire
cat grin, secrets were revealed.

Yes?

Marshall, did you know that Roy
Murray... Phillip's best friend,

whom he desperately tried to save but who
panicked and drowned in that ferry accident...

was in fact, quite a swimmer.

First in West Virginia.

In the 400, and 1500 meter freestyle.

No, actually, I didn't.

Hard to believe such an accomplished
swimmer would panic in the water.

Is that what Randy had on you?

Your real identity?

I was 20 years old.

My best friend, and the family that had
taken me in... like I was their own son...

like I was Phillip's brother... had just drowned.

I was one of a handful of survivors.

And... they took me to a make shift
morgue, where all the bodies were laid out.

And I was standing over Phillip's body.

I'd lost my passport. I didn't know what to do next.

And then an Indian official came over,

he had a passport, he looked at the photo, and he
said to me, "Mr. Ashmore, we've found your passport."

And then he gave me Phillip's.

Sure.

Why not?

Steal his identity, no fun being Roy Murray.

That wasn't my intention.

But without me saying or doing anything,
the British consul came up and said,

"Mr. Ashmore, sir, everything's been arranged.

Your first-class flightback to London... your
family and your friend's remains will follow."

I didn't have to do anything.

I didn't have to think or worry about anything.

Just say yes, nod.

And nobody realized you weren't Phillip Ashmore?

I told you, we looked like brothers.

Phillip had been at boarding school from the age of ten.

Even relatives, close family friends, saw him infrequently.

They just accepted I was him.

And you just never told anyone otherwise.

They were such good people.

They're important. They were respected.

I was nobody, nothing.

It just seemed to me that Phillip Ashmore deserved
to go on... so much more than Roy Murray.

And everything was fine until Randy saw
my picture in the paper and tracked me down.

He threatened to expose me.

And he was fine with the money... $10,000 a month...
and then when it stopped, he wanted one big payment.

He didn't believe I was broke.

I assume Camille doesn't know.

If she finds out...
She was kidnapped by your brother.

She is going to have to testify against him.

I'm pretty sure it'll come out at trial.

Please.

You don't understand, she thinks she married...
An Ashmore.

I know. Look, Phillip, I've been doing this for a while.

And I've seen people come into this program and
fight like crazy to hang onto their old lives.

And I've seen people who couldn't wait to
be someone else... to throw away their past.

But at the end of the day, you are who you are.

A wise man once said, "and the truth shall set you free."

Well, that is what I'm afraid of.

Phillip... she's your wife.

You have to tell her.

So that's a new one.

We gave a fake identity to
a man who already had one.

What are the legal ramifications of identity theft?

There was no actual theft, only impersonation.

All the assets were kept in the Ashmore
trust and managed quite responsibly.

He actually grew the estate considerably.

Looks like he went through the
whole charade for nothing.

You think he'll drop the accent?

Not a chance.

If I go here, you go here.

But if I go here... that's where I'm going.

Deal with it.

Mm, drunken chess.

I'm playing an 11 year old Pakistani girl.

She's extremely wily.

She's crushing you.

That's what I want her to think.

But I'm smart.

I know things.

Yeah, where I keep my whiskey, for one.

I know why you told raphael your big secret.

To paint yourself into a corner.

Afraid you might back out from marrying him.

You told him, so now you have to make it work.

Congratulations, matlock.

You've keenly observed that
I'm somewhat relationship-phobic.

And yet, the conclusion you've drawn
couldn't be more off the mark.

Marshall... I've spent my entire
working life with career criminals...

liars, thieves, and sociopaths...

each of whom knows what I do for a living.

And I refuse to accept the notion that these miscreants are
somehow more trust worthy than the man I'm going to marry.

And I'll repeat this in the morning,
'cause I'm sure you won't remember.

My rook, my castle...

my kingdom for a castle.

I didn't think you were coming home.

See... if you knew what I was doing.

This wouldn't be a surprise.

Here. Pretty impressive.

Just in case you're interested.

I am.

But, not right now.

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