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Vincent!

Vincent.

Vincent.

No...

No.

No.

No.

No!

Vincent.

You can't.

You can't.

Not without me.

I won't let you. I won't let you.

No.

So quiet.

How much longer?

I'm going in.

How is he?

He's alive.

I don't remember this place.

You're home.

This is your chamber.

You're among people who love you.

Sleep now.

You okay?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm okay.

What are you doing?

It's late.

Just trying to get organized for tomorrow.

Playing catch-up.

You know that flu lingers.

You really should go easy, Radcliffe.

I mean it.

What?

I didn't have the flu.

You didn't?

Well, what did you have?

Let's go into your office.

Sure.

You're making me very nervous.

What are you gonna tell me?

Is this good news or bad news?

You've been a wonderful friend, Joe,

and I never meant to be anything less than truthful with you.

But?

But...

I have been less than truthful.

You mean about the flu?

About my personal life.

There are things that you don't know.

Things...

that I don't

share with anyone.

Well, we all have our secrets.

There's someone in my life that...

I care very deeply for...

someone that I love.

Oh.

Well, that's great, Radcliffe.

He's been... going through a difficult time lately.

What's the problem?

He's not well.

I'm sorry.

Is there anything I can do?

I don't know.

I'm praying.

I'm glad you told me this.

Me, too.

You have a heart like his.

How are you

feeling?

I'm not sure.

Try to tell me.

Like a stranger.

What seems unfamiliar?

Many things.

Many things I can't...

don't remember.

Do you feel like a stranger with me?

No, not with you.

You're the woman that I love.

I'm glad.

But there are things,

things in my mind, I can't... reach.

I reach for words for things...

but they're not there.

Vincent, the words will come.

Names.

I wouldn't worry.

Your name.

My name?

You mean, you can't...?

Catherine.

Yes.

Vincent, don't worry.

I won't let you forget.

I believe that's Andromeda,

if I'm not mistaken.

Ah, no, it's Cassiopeia.

Do you see her chair?

Now, I'm the one whose memory is failing.

You're obviously

feeling better.

Yes, I am.

We were all praying, Vincent.

Father, what happened to me?

What happened to me in that dark cavern?

I have no memory, none.

You were in a terrifying state,

in such agony and rage.

I don't think I've been more afraid in all my life.

For you, for all of us.

But Catherine went in and brought you back.

She went into that dark place

alone.

How do you feel?

There are no words.

Try one.

Blessed.

What do you hear about Raymond?

Peace Corps.

Gave up litigating divorcees

for inoculating refugees.

Peace Corps?

That's what I hear.

It's amazing.

Ten years is a long time.

That all it's been?

Why don't you tell me what's going on, Pat?

I mean, you and me haven't talked

since the night we both passed the bar.

Then you call me out of nowhere.

And don't tell me it's over old times,

because you're about the least nostalgic guy...

What have you heard, Joe?

What have I heard about what?

About me, my work.

I hear you pull down about a million a year

on Wall Street.

Try 50 million.

That's a lot of money.

I mean for a kid from the Bronx.

It's not about the money.

It stopped being about money a long time ago.

Then what the hell are we talking about?

What are you into?

It's big.

It's bigger than...

The scope of it, Joe-- it's incredible.

I'm talking government,

organized crime, major industries.

And where do you fit in?

I'm just a lawyer.

For who?

Not yet.

Pat, I can get you in the Witness Protection Program

first thing in the morning.

Joe, I'm on a plane in one hour.

Cindy and my boy are already there.

Where?

What's this?

You'll find out when I get to where I'm going.

It has to be on my terms.

Pat?

Why are you doing this?

'Cause until I got involved in this thing,

I didn't believe in hell.

Now I'll see ya.

And increase her digoxin dosage

to point five milligrams p.o, t.i.d.

Yes, Doctor, right away.

Hi. I'm here about Joe Maxwell.

I'm a friend.

Uh, he'll be in surgery for a while still.

Could you tell me what happened, I mean, please?

He survived an explosion that should have killed him.

He needs blood.

That's all you can do for him right now.

Why don't you speak to the duty nurse?

She's at the outside station. Okay.

Dr. Kelly, Dr. Robert Kelly, please call the page operator.

Dr. Kelly, Dr. Robert Kelly, please call the page operator.

Oh, Joe, look at you.

The doctor says you're lucky.

Yeah?

Some luck.

You're alive.

You call this livin'?

The book.

The book.

Don't try to talk.

There's a book.

Important.

A book?

Pat gave it...

Patrick Hanlon?

Why he was killed.

I'll get it.

In the meantime,

try to get some rest.

Here you go.

Hospital security, call extension 5321.

Hospital security, call extension 5321.

Oh, Ms. Chandler, good. I'm glad I caught you.

Something wrong with Joe?

Oh, no, listen, I just thought that you should know

you really shouldn't have given blood.

Why not?

Well, because you're pregnant.

I'm sorry.

I, um... I-I just thought that you should know that.

Listen, if you'd like, I'll send

your test results on over to your own doctor

Because you're pregnant.

Because you're pregnant.

Yes, Jenny Aronson, please.

Hi, Nicole. It's Catherine Chandler.

Is Jenny in?

Oh, okay. Um...

No, she's got my numbers.

Nicole, would you tell her it's important?

Oh, no, no, nothing wrong.

I just, um, need to talk to her.

Okay, thanks.

Come in.

So we'll order something in.

I don't care-- Italian, Chinese, doesn't matter.

Italian's fine.

All right.

Marlene.

So good news about Joe, huh?

Yeah, I suppose.

He looked better.

Take a look at this.

Hanlon gave it to Joe just before the bomb went off.

I've cross-referenced everything we have on Hanlon and...

And? Well, except for a few dates,

I can't make any sense out of it.

Did you check the SEC records?

No match there either.

What?

Nothing really, except for these two sets of initials.

"MD NHT."

Yeah. Malloy-Davidson and Hanover Norton Trust.

Between the two, they've underwritten just about

every major development project in the city.

Who else has seen this?

You're the first.

Look, I've got to be downtown in about five minutes.

Why don't you let me hold onto this...

I'll take a closer look.

Actually, um,

I'd like to keep it, but I'll run off a copy.

Fine.

Let's move on this.

Vincent.

What is it?

Are you all right?

Yes.

I need to talk to you.

I can see that you do.

There was a time when I would have come to you.

What do you mean? I don't expect

you to... Catherine, I look in your face, I can see your unrest.

There was a time when I could have felt it here.

Feel what you were feeling, everything.

Across the city, across the continent.

Now I have to wait for you to tell me.

There was a time when I could feel you coming to me,

feel you nearing in the tunnels.

There was a source of great joy radiating from you,

filling me with joy.

Tonight I waited

till the sentry sent me a message that you were here.

What's different now?

It's gone.

What's gone?

The connection, our connection, our bond.

It'll return.

No, I don't think so.

Have faith that it will.

It's lost to me, I know.

How do you know?

Why do you say that?

'Cause it is the price.

The price I must pay for this new peace, this contentment.

But Catherine, what have I lost?

I don't think that it is lost.

And even if it is,

Vincent, it was a gift.

That power was a gift.

It came to you in a life when it was needed,

and you used it and...

perhaps it is no longer needed.

More than once it saved your life.

Maybe the gift

will return to you in another form;

something you never even dreamed of.

Vincent, your power was extraordinary,

but it has nothing to do with what we are

together, what we feel for each other.

That is our connection.

And if one gift is lost,

there are other gifts waiting to be found, believe me.

Vincent, there are so many gifts waiting for you.

All you have to do is... just open your arms

and receive them.

I believe you.

Just open your arms.

Now tell me...

tell me what's troubling you

Another time.

Don't worry.

"His whose mercy...

"The souls of the faithful rest."

this mound well, To deign to say, cique..."

"...rest, angel..."

"This mound well, deign to say, etc...

Your holy angel..."

"...and whose body is here He is buried

his soul to the haters complete…”

"Your holy angel." depute the guard...

"et cujus corpus hic sepelitur

animam ejus abomnibus absolve..."

"Dominum nostrum." Amen.

Remember this day.

You'll come to cherish it.

They, uh, buried your friend today.

He wasn't my friend.

Oh, I thought you two were law school buddies.

I knew him, okay?

And the little I knew I didn't like.

Then, uh, you're not planning

on making this into a personal thing?

Hey, boss, I'm the one laid up here.

I'd say that's pretty personal.

We're working on it, Joe, all right?

We're doing the best we can. Yeah.

For all the good it's gonna do us,

that book may as well have been written in Aramaic.

What about Malloy- Davidson and HNT?

Yeah, that's gonna take a while.

They're so big, we don't know

who the hell to subpoena.

Joe, listen, what else did Hanlon say?

I mean, he must have said something

that maybe we could check into.

That's just it. He didn't say anything

about what he was into.

Nothing specific.

I guess he was saving the details for insurance.

So, how you feeling, anyway?

Lousy, frustrated!

Take it easy, take it easy, all right?

You'll be out of here soon.

Not soon enough.

It's a new journal.

It's very beautiful.

It seemed appropriate.

Yes, it is.

"With love, all things are possible.

Forever, Catherine."

Forever.

Yes.

Forever.

Are you gonna tell me what I'm looking at,

or am I supposed to guess?

Do you know a man named Patrick Hanlon?

He's an attorney.

He was killed two days ago,

and it has something to do with that book.

That's too bad, but, uh,

what does this have to do with me?

Hanlon was dealing with Malloy-Davidson

and Hanover Norton Trust.

I thought that maybe... Cathy...

Listen, I got news for you.

I don't know many people in this town who haven't dealt

with Malloy-Davidson and Hanover Trust.

Uh, no, this is the last thing I'm gonna get involved with now.

Elliot, could you just...?

No!

Absolutely not.

Just look through it.

That's all I'm asking.

No, Cathy, and I mean no! Help me to

find something to follow up on;

a name, a place a dollar

amount, anything.

Absolutely not.

I'm stuck, Elliot!

I need some help.

Cancel my 3:00.

Yes, sir, Mr. Burch.

You knew I was gonna say yes.

How'd you know?

'Cause I know you.

A child?

Yes.

Vincent...

But what kind of a child?

An extraordinary child.

Yeah, Catherine Chandler.

Thursday at 3:30?

Yeah.

Okay, I got it. Thanks.

Any luck with those names?

Yeah, it's starting to come together.

How's Joe doing?

Well, he asked me to smuggle him in

a cheese steak and some cold beer.

Good.

This just arrived for you.

It's from Catherine.

What is it?

Something important.

Are you sure you're strong enough to travel?

It's a long way.

I could send someone...

Father, please.

My life must begin again.

I'm ready.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!

There she is.

Damn.

Oh, John.

Thank God!

Perhaps you should ask yourself if it's really worth all this.

Now, let's begin again.

Where's the book Maxwell gave you?

That's all we need to know.

After that, you can go home.

You mustn't let fear

eclipse logic.

Fear is all I have left to feel.

What about hope?

She's gone, Father!

Without a word or a sign.

My sense of her...

Your empathic connection

will return, Vincent, I'm sure of it.

And until then?

Until then, you must have patience.

And faith, Vincent.

These are powerful healers.

Patience, faith.

Well, for now, it's all you can do.

Well, then all I can do is not enough.

Vincent...

Tell me.

Please, tell me...

what I can say to give you solace.

Nothing you say can change what is happening.

I should never have come here and burdened you with this.

No!

She's difficult.

Impossible, really.

I told you.

I suppose I had to see for myself.

What about her apartment?

Top to bottom, nothing.

Same with her bank box.

There are other ways.

Just...

do what you have to do.

I missed that one.

West End and 84th.

I know where it came from.

What I missed was where it's going.

That's it.

B sector, topside.

Broome and Battery. Food pick-up.

Hello, Zach.

Father.

Pascal, can I have a word with you?

Think you can handle it?

With my eyes closed.

That's fine. Just keep your ears open.

Catherine is missing.

Missing?

Is she in danger? I don't know.

Well, if she were, wouldn't Vincent know? No.

After what happened to him,

the bond between them somehow seems to have been impaired.

I'll alert every outpost right away, issue an all clear.

Good, I've already contacted the Helpers.

We'll find her, Father.

We must find her.

Catherine, where are you?

Where are you in this dark city?

I can no longer feel you.

Why can I no longer feel your warmth reaching toward me?

All I feel now is the emptiness.

Cold emptiness.

As if my heart has been ripped from my chest

and I'm doomed to wander, searching to find it.

I know you are alive, that I know.

Call out to me, Catherine.

Call out to me so that I may hear.

Scream my name.

But do not lose hope.

Do not lose faith that I will find you.

I will find you.

I will find you!

I will not stop.

I will search until I find you.

Or until I am dust.

You don't think I'm upset?

First my deputy DA gets blown to within inches of his life.

Now my best investigator is bushwhacked

in a police parking structure in broad daylight.

It's not exactly the kind of thing

that inspires public confidence.

I don't give a damn about public confidence.

Well, the public put us in office, Joe,

so you better start paying attention.

Look, this is Cathy Chandler we're talking about here,

not some political agenda.

Just pull yourself back a little, Joe.

My agenda

is the same as yours. Fine.

Now what are you suggesting?

I want to head this investigation.

Can you handle it?

What? 'Cause you're not

showing me in here that you can handle it.

I can handle it.

All right.

Then it's yours.

All right.

Joe, every move,

every lead, every decision affecting this case,

I want it across my desk before you make it public.

I don't want to have to read about it first.

Okay.

Where do you want to start?

The ledger.

Seems like the logical place...

if you can avoid turning this thing into a personal vendetta.

John, I'm not gonna turn any... Just run out

every ground ball, that's all I'm saying, Joe.

Her caseload, her files,

any of her past convictions

that have been released from custody

in the past two years.

I'm on it.

Joe...

Everything, across my desk.

Everything.

We have a bid, ladies and gentlemen,

of 7.5 for item A-435 on the catalogue.

Any more offers, ladies and gentlemen?

Going for the second time

for 7.5...

What am I bid? Any more offers?

Very well.

Going for the third time.

We have an offer of 7.6, ladies and gentlemen,

for item A-435 on the catalogue.

What am I bid? Any more offers, ladies and gentlemen?

Going for a second time, then, at 7.6.

Any more bids?

Going for a third and final time at 7.6.

Sold.

Item A-435 is sold

to Number 23 for � 7,600,000.

It is so noted.

She has knowledge of at least five major contacts.

But she still won't tell us where the book is.

Her resistance is remarkable.

I can't go any further with her.

She's pregnant.

Continue, Doctor.

Anything more threatens the fetus.

It could kill the woman as well.

You'll continue, Doctor.

No...

Vincent?!

No, no!

Let it go this time, Miss Chandler.

Please.

Come on.

Go!

Catherine!

Everything... from the fetal heartbeat

to the contracted gestation period.

At this rate of development,

she could go into labor tomorrow.

Explain that to me.

I can't.

Try.

It's just the nature of the pregnancy...

It's not normal.

I'm worried about the woman.

This isn't about the woman.

I don't understand.

She's just the vessel.

It's the child.

The child...?

I want this child.

Would you talk to me, please?

Have you been outside today?

Do they let you go outside?

You've got to help me... please.

They're going to take away my baby, you know that.

If you could... If you get outside...

If you could just give this to a police officer...

any police officer.

Please...

Unbutton your gown, please, and lie down.

Vincent, where are you?

You're going above?

Have we received any word yet, today?

No, nothing.

Someone's watching the warehouse?

Day and night.

Sebastian is there now.

No one's come near the place.

Where is she? Where is she?

Why have I no sense of her?

We must continue to keep

a tight surveillance on the entire...

Vincent, every one of us

and every one of our helpers has been searching the city.

You go above every night.

You've... you've barely slept in six months.

It spares me from the dreams.

You can't go on like this.

Your condition was not strong to begin with.

What are you suggesting?

I'm suggesting that if you...

go on in this way, you will surely destroy yourself.

You would have me stop searching for Catherine?

I would have you

conserve your strength.

You know I would never stop until I've found her.

You know that.

Vincent...

perhaps there is, um...

a reason for your inability to sense Catherine,

for your... loss of connection to her.

If the worst has occurred...

No!

Don't even let the words pass your lips.

She's alive.

She's alive,

and I will not stop until I find her. Never.

She's out there somewhere, Cleon...

Yeah, maybe.

It's a big city.

What do you really know about Catherine Chandler?

I know what kind of woman she is

and I know how I feel about her

and that's enough.

Why?

Nothing in her life seems to make a damn bit of sense.

She vanished once before, what, uh... two years ago?

That was when she got her face slashed.

She was only missing ten days.

Ten unexplained days.

And what does she do when she returns?

She quits her cushy job at her dad's firm,

signs on for grunt work at the D.A.'s office,

drops out of the society scene

and withdraws from most of her friends.

And dumped her fianc�.

That's right.

And as far as we know,

there was only one other man in her life after that.

Me.

That didn't last very long.

Why?

She had her reasons.

It's got nothing to do with the case.

She ever mention someone named Vincent?

Vincent...

No.

He's Maxwell's prime suspect.

Do they know anything else about him?

No. Do you?

Because there is no possibility.

There's somebody else.

I'm sorry, Elliot.

That makes two of us.

It means nothing to me.

Is there any progress on the ledger?

I've got a cryptogolist

from NYU working on it, but thus far...

He seems to think that it's a private code.

What about Malloy-Davidson and Hanover Norton Trust?

Well, we managed to place a few bugs at Hanover.

Inside of a week, they found them.

No luck getting into their computers,

and they shred all their paperwork.

I've been working on placing a few men on the inside.

Well, what about the police?

They doing anything at all?

Maxwell's pushing as hard as he can.

He's only got 12 men

on the street, and I've got what, 40?

Make it 80.

Mr. Burch.

Look. I know it's your money,

but I got to tell you,

Catherine Chandler's been missing for six months.

I don't care how many men we put on the street.

I don't think we're gonna find her alive.

Just find her.

Right.

All right, Joe, gimme some perspective.

Where are we?

Square one.

Back trying to I.D. the crew that grabbed her.

We know they were heavyweights.

They popped the driver of the pickup

just so they wouldn't leave any witnesses.

Local? I doubt it, but I don't know.

The trail goes dead, John.

I thought for a while they had somebody on the inside, but...

Well, that didn't pan out either.

What about the personal side?

Same deal.

We're still working on this name Vincent.

From the books in her apartment.

Yeah. And?

Well, we're cold on that, too.

What about the FBI?

They're stalling.

No note, no ransom.

They think she's dead.

How many men you have in the field, Joe?

12.

Come on, Joe.

If this had been anybody else,

what would we have done three months ago?

Downgrade. That's right.

Look, I am sorry. I know she meant a lot to you.

Can't we just give it another...?

She meant a lot to all of us.

We gave it our best shot.

I think it's time for you

to start pulling your weight around here.

We need you.

I wanted you to know that the case is closed on this end.

I just wanted you to know that.

I wasn't worried.

I have confidence in you.

You have never let me down.

There's a Mr. Malloy here to see you.

Send him in.

Paul. How are you?

Good to see you, Elliot.

It's good to see you.

How about a scotch? Neat.

Coming up.

Look at that.

It's a miracle.

What is?

That it works.

Two million people packed on an island.

It's called civilization.

Is that what it's called?

My father was a janitor in a synagogue, Elliot.

Your father was a sanitation worker, as I recall.

Does that make them greater men now that I,

the janitor's son,

lend money to the sanitation worker's son

to build skyscrapers?

I don't think so.

They were, I think, lesser men,

either by luck or by brains,

or, more likely,

by a failure to know the true scope of things.

Now, this is a problem you've never had, Elliot.

Until now, Paul.

You're upset about my inquiries

into Malloy-Davidson.

Scope, Elliot.

I'm afraid this has very little to do with Malloy-Davidson.

You know I never thought I'd see you as a messenger boy, Paul.

No matter what we choose to think,

you and I are men shaped

by forces greater than ourselves,

structures within structures.

Interwoven, interacting...

Some of us become rich

when we anticipate the course of events.

But even those of us with vision

are just byproducts of a much larger manufacture.

Ah...

The air is very thin up here, Elliot.

Don't let it affect your thinking.

All things considered, the fetus appears healthy.

Good.

I can't tell you exactly when.

It could be any time now.

Thank you, Doctor.

Why the child?

I think it was Schopenhauer who said that

"The best of all possible worlds is not to have been born."

When I was seven years old, my father sold me.

Children have an immense capacity for hatred--

immense.

I used to lie awake at night and taste it in my mouth.

It kept me warm.

When I was 15, I came back home

and strangled my father while he slept.

I cherish that day.

That day, I realized what is truly possible.

I can never have children.

I made sure of that.

I wanted to give my child the greatest gift:

never to have been born.

I know what hunger tastes like.

I know how far a man can travel on rage.

Why does a dying man always cry out for his mother?

The world is a very simple place.

Gravity-- and the fear of falling.

That's all there is.

Do you believe in gifts?

In things coming to you in their own time?

I never did.

I do now.

I own seven Rembrandts.

I have much to give.

This is no ordinary child.

The child is a gift...

to me.

- The Burch Grand - Hotel and Casino

continues to burn in Atlantic City, with more than 200 people

feared dead,

and twice that many injured.

The fire was first discovered in the restaurant kitchen

at 7:30 this evening.

Investigators believe arson

may have caused the inferno, although...

Leave, please.

...no suspects have been named as yet.

This hotel and casino is widely considered to be the crown jewel

in the empire of its namesake,

Elliot Burch.

Get me Manning.

Come in.

You busy?

Yeah.

Wanna put the pen down, Joe?

You feeling all right?

I feel fine.

You don't look fine.

No?

No. As a matter of fact, you look like hell.

I'm sorry you feel that way, John.

Well, what's up?

Or did you just come in here

to give me a hard time?

Joe, I want you to take a break.

What do you mean? What kind of a break?

Leave of absence.

You telling me I'm suspended?

Just until your head clears.

I don't believe this.

Joe, I warned you. More than once.

And I pulled back, John! Yeah, I know,

and now you're only neglecting about half your casework.

Now that's bull! I'm not the only one in

this office who thinks so, Joe.

Look, anything that I've done on the Cathy Chandler case

is strictly on my own time.

Nights and weekends.

I'm sorry, Joe.

Please don't do this.

It's already done.

So what was it?

Shaped charge.

Detonated on a natural gas line.

Fire was out of control within ten minutes.

C-4 plastique?

That and some magnesium, probably.

Intense heat, high combustion rate.

Why aren't I hearing any of this from the police?

Because these guys knew exactly what they were doing.

Cops get careful when they think terrorist.

It's not terrorists, Cleon. It's a greeting card

with my name and address on it.

Malloy is on his yacht.

Somewhere in the Indian Ocean.

It's not Malloy.

It's a hell of a lot bigger than Malloy.

Oh, so you want me to back off this?

No, Cleon, I want you to tell me something from your heart.

I want you to tell me if it's coincidence,

or if it's tied to Cathy Chandler.

No coincidence.

Let's get 'em.

Your journey's almost finished.

We've got a light on in Subbasement Two, Section D.

This will be over soon.

He's come for her.

Will it be soon?

Very soon.

Code Three, Stairwell South, between four and six.

- He took down five men. - We got a problem.

Seal the upper level, and stop him.

Yes, sir.

Brown? Brown?

Time is pressing, Doctor.

Within the hour.

That's too long.

Cut the child out.

I suppose I could perform a cesarean.

No. No.

Then do it.

It's coming.

Yes!

Catherine?

Catherine!

Yes!

Catherine!

Catherine!

Please.

Perfect.

Please. Please.

Please.

Enough.

Finish it off quickly.

No.

No.

No.

What is that?

You won't suffer, I promise.

No...

Vincent...

Catherine!

Catherine!

Vincent.

Vincent.

Catherine.

Catherine.

Vincent.

We loved.

There's a child.

A child?

He's beautiful.

Catherine.

Catherine.

"Though...

"lovers be lost...

"Love shall not...

"And death shall have no dominion."

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