Jane Doe: How to Fire Your Boss (2007) - full transcript

- You guys all right?
- Let's move!

- Aah!
Where is it coming from?

- Take cover inside!

- Go! Go!

- Aah!
- Oh!

- Aah!

- Oh!

- Aah!

Aah!

- Go back!

- We got to get you out!



It's all right!

- Good evening, sir.

- Thank you.

- There you go, Catherine.

- Oh, thank you.

- Or, maybe I should call you, Jane Doe?

Boy, these federal agent types,
they drink like fish.

- Yeah.

- So, uh, who's packing heat?

You know, license to kill.

I mean, this is the first secret agent party

you've ever invited me to.

- Well, with the exception of me,
because I use my charm,

I think just about all the
agents here are packing heat.



- Cool.

- Hey, Jack.

- Oh, hey, Frank.
How are you, buddy?

- Good.
- Hey, boss.

- Well, you clean up nice.

- Thanks.
Nice tux you got there.

- It's a rental.
- Looks great.

- Thanks.
- Hey, Phil.

Cathy, you remember
Phil and Laura Sims?

- Oh, my gosh, Phil.
- Hey.

- Hey, Laura.
- Oh, hi.

- It's been a long time.

- Oh, gosh, too many years to count,
I'm afraid.

- You're looking well, Cathy.

Oh, Jane.

- God.

Frank brought you out of retirement.

- You look wonderful.
You haven't aged a bit.

Retirement suits you, Laura.

- Thank you. You're very sweet.

So, um, who's this?

- Oh, um, Jack.

- This is my husband, Jack Doe.

- Nice to meet you.
- You, too.

Well, I'm going to let you guys talk shop.

- Sure.
- Excuse me.

- Hey, he's quite the catch.

- So, Phil, how has the San Diego
office been treating you?

- You haven't heard, have you?
- What?

- Well, Phil, has been selected as a candidate

to run the Washington bureau.

- Oh.

- One of a few candidates.

- Yes. Well, you're the most qualified.

- Congratulations, Phil.

- Um, don't look now.
Here comes your competition.

- Mitch was selected?

- Uh, it's about to be announced.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- There he is, the odds-on favorite.

- You're too kind.

- Congratulations, Phil.

- Thank you.

- Congratulations to you, Mitch.

- Ah, thank you, Jane.

I couldn't have done it without the support

of everyone here in the L.A. office.

- Oh, my goodness. There's Doug Coleman
from San Francisco.

- Hi.

- You know, we should get a picture.

- Oh, excuse me just a sec.

- Honey, why did you leave me
alone with that woman?

She really bugs me.

- What woman?
- That Laura Sands.

We were in the C.S.A. together.

20 years ago, before I retired,

and she's always trying to one up me.

With her perfect hair and her perfect life

and her perfect husband.

- Hey.

- Honey, of course, you're perfect.

I just don't have to tell
the entire world about it.

- I don't know, she seems like
a nice enough lady to me.

- Yeah, well, you should get to know her.

- I'll tell you what, I'm going to get you

something stronger to drink at the bar.

- Good idea.

- Hey.

- Ooh, ooh, ooh.

- Coleman.

Look at you.

- Oh, hey, Mitch.

- Hey.

- How are you?
Unbelievable.

It's been too long.

- Oh, Phil.
- Too long.

- Hey, bud.
- Hi, buddy.

Good to see you, Frank.

- You, too.

- We've got a photo taken.

- Ok.

- All right.

Darling, you stand here.

Frank, right next.

Here we go.

All right.

- Good.

Mitch, perfect.

- Wait, where's Cathy?

- Uh, over here.

- Oh, oh, Cathy.

- Goodness, I forgot all about you.

We need you right up in front.

- Oh, sorry.

- Big smiles on three.

- Baxter, get me the Sat-Com reports

for the southeast region, asap.

I want the name, address,
and phone number

of anyone with ties to the U.L.F.

- Got it all right here, ma'am.

- Roy?

- Hello.

What?

Ohh, of course, I'll be right there.

I just can't believe it.

- I know. Baxter was a good man.

Top of his class at the academy,
up and comer.

- Well, what about personnel problems?

A bad marriage?

- Nah, we checked it out.
He's happily married.

He's got a kid on the way.

He's got no problems
at home or at work.

- How about Alana?
Did she and Baxter get along?

- He was Alana's protégé.
They got along well.

That's why this doesn't make any sense.

- Where's Baxter now?

- He's in interrogation 2,

but he says he doesn't remember anything.

- Can I speak with him, Frank?

- Yeah, go ahead.

- Ms. Devlin asked me
to bring her some files.

Nothing out of the ordinary.
We do it all the time.

And the next thing I know,
I'm holding my--my gun.

It's hot, like it's just been fired.

And I see Ms. Devlin on
the floor in front of me.

I really like Ms. Devlin.
We understood each other, you know.

We had this rapport.

She was tough, but fair.

She made me work harder.

She made me the best agent
that I could be.

- Did she work you too hard?

- No.

I would never, ever do
anything to hurt Ms. Devlin.

She was the best.

- Ahh.

I think he's telling
the truth, Frank.

- How do you know?

- Well, if he was going to lie,

he would make up
a better one than that.

He wouldn't kill in front
of a dozen C.S.A. Agents,

and he wouldn't use his own gun.

- What do you think, Kath?

You think he just lost it or what?

- Yeah, but why?

- What time did you get
home last night?

- About 3 a.m.

- It must have been important.

- Yeah.

Alana Devlin was shot.

- What?

Is she all right?

- No.

- Wow. I can't believe it.
We saw her just last night.

Do they know who did it?

- Yes, Roy Baxter,

one of the junior agents
that worked with her.

And he doesn't even
remember the shooting.

It was like he just blocked
the whole thing out.

- Who blocked what out?

- Hey, good morning, you guys.

- Morning.

- What's for breakfast?

- Who blocked what out?

- Uh, bacon and eggs.

- Sounds good.

- If you don't want to tell me,
just say so.

- We don't want to tell you.

It's for your own good, Nick.

- Why?

- Well, we don't want to, uh,
you know, to ruin the movie.

- What movie?

- Will you stop asking
so many questions?

- Yeah.

- So, dad, what's
with the fancy duds?

- I was just about to ask
the same thing myself.

- Well, you think it's too much?

- Well, it depends upon who
you're trying to impress.

- Well, I got a call yesterday
from Rob Ryan.

- Oh, you got to help me out with that one.

- The developer of the Stevens
Street project.

The new multi-million dollar mall.

- Wait, he wants to see you?

- Seems like I made the cut.

- Oh, honey, that's great.
Congratulations.

- I don't think so.

- Ah, why, Susan?

- That guy's a jerk.

- Why would you say that, sweetheart?

- You know that homeless shelter
on 9th street?

Guess who's trying to tear it down.

- Well, how do you know?

- I wrote an article
for the school paper.

That shelter has been there for 20 years.

None of the area residents have
ever had any problems with it.

Then all of a sudden
this guy moves to town,

and all these letters of complaints
are pouring into the city.

Then someone digs up
some old tax reports

and finds out that the taxes
are in arrears.

If you ask me, something stinks.

- Well, it could be a coincidence.

- Yeah, honey.

- Dad, please, do you really want to go

into business with this guy?

- I appreciate your opinion, Susan.

And the last thing
I would ever want to do

is close down a homeless shelter.

But I'm a contractor.
I do business with developers.

And working with a guy like Rob Ryan,

I mean, that's a--that's a once
in a lifetime opportunity.

- Yeah.

- Besides, the apartment
complex that I'm bidding on

is on the other side of the city.

- So, you're still going
to be working with him.

- Yes, and the money he pays me

will help support my loving family

in the manner they have
grown accustomed to.

- You can't argue with that.

- Hello.

- Hey, it's me.
You got anything?

- I'm going to go talk
to Roy Baxter's wife.

- All right, be safe.

- Hi.

- Hi, I'm agent Jane Doe, C.S.A.

- I have already answered
so many questions.

- Please just a few more,
Sherry, please.

- Oh, I used to have this crib.

- Really?

- Ah, yeah.

- Roy just finished putting it
together on Sunday.

He's not one for following instructions,

so, it took him a little
longer than expected, but...

Ahh, we're due in 6 weeks.

So, how many children
do you have, agent Doe?

- I have 2.

A 16-year-old daughter and a son
that's 13 and thinks he's 40.

So, you're having a boy?

- Yeah, a boy.

Why won't they let me see, Roy?

- It's an on-going investigation, Sherry.

- What's going to happen to him?

- We don't know.

Your husband's in a lot of trouble.

We just have to figure out
why this happened.

Did you know Alana Devlin?

- Of course.

She was Roy's boss.

- And did they get along?

- They were friends.

She gave us that mobile for the baby.

- Did he ever come home angry
or upset with agent Devlin?

- Not really.

- Well, what about the day
before the incident?

Did he seem upset or...

- No, he was really good.

He was excited about everything.

Our future. He had these
headaches occasionally,

but the doctor just thought
it might be from eye strain.

- Eye strain from what?

- He did mention that
he had been watching

a ton of surveillance videos.

He was a really good man.

He just--he could never do this.

- Sherry...

We'll do whatever we can.

- The company's small, but we're
fast and we're good.

I think you're going to find
my bid's competitive.

- Big companies can do it for less, Jack.

You know it.
I know it, Jack.

- You called me. Why am I here?

- You're here to solve my P.R. problems.

- Oh, I get it.

You hire the little guy.

- Across town I've got an
apartment place going up.

I'm going to take your bid
and a couple of others.

Very lucrative contract,
but you know what,

what's going to matter
the most is who wows me.

- Give me a day. I'll think of something.

- Ok, you got a day.

- Roy Baxter's project's a
matter of national security.

You don't have the clearance.

- Oh, please, is there
any way I can get it?

- Do you think Baxter's suffered
from some kind of job stress?

- Well, he had these headaches.

And I think it may have
had something to do

with why he did what he did.

- Based on what?

- Based on the fact that there
was nothing else unusual

going on in his life
except for this project.

It's a lead.

Now, do you want me to get
to the bottom of this or not?

- Yeah, of course I do.

- Well, then get me access
to his files.

Data mining?

- Yeah, it involves a lot of statistics.

Computational techniques,
pattern recognition.

Basically, what they did

is they retrained Baxter's
mind how to think.

- And the purpose of this retraining is...

- Data mining protocol work's on
the subconscious mind.

It enables an agent to be able to identify

literally thousands of faces
or names instantly.

- Hmm, who receives this training?

- It's mostly new recruits.

After they go through the protocol,

they're required to look
at surveillance videos,

footage, documents,
re-con photos.

Things like that in hopes
that maybe a name

or a phrase will clear the subconscious.

- Let me give you an example.
Roy Baxter's job was to scan

hours and hours of airport security tapes,

hoping that he'd be able to identify
potential terrorist threats.

- Well, that explains his eye strain.

So, did you guys take
a look at the footage

he's been watching
for the past 2 weeks?

- We didn't find anything unusual.

- Who heads up this protocol?

- Dr. Jared Fox. He's been with C.S.A.
for more than 10 years.

- Well, this is just a crazy thought.

Did he have any problems
with Alana Devlin?

- Why do you ask?

- This protocol sounds
like deep hypnotherapy,

a post-hypnotic suggestion.

Now, Baxter's mind was conditioned

so that when he received
the proper stimulus,

a name, a face, or a sound,
he would respond.

Now, what if one of these responses

was to kill Alana Devlin?

- Whoa, we got something.

- What's up?

- Some of Dr. Fox's
funding was cut this year.

He wasn't real happy about it.

Alana Devlin was on
the finance committee.

- I think we need to talk to Dr. Fox.

- Thanks for coming in, Dr. Fox.

- Not at all, not at all.

What is this all about?

- Well, we just had a few questions

about data mining protocol.

You're aware that uh,
Roy Baxter, the accused

in the shooting death of Alana Devlin

at one time he was a student
of yours. Is that correct?

- Yes, Roy Baxter
was a student of mine.

Roy Baxter was one
of my better students.

- In what way?

- Some minds are just more open
than others, more vulnerable.

He was a very apt pupil.

- So, he took suggestion well?

- Extremely well.

- What can you tell us about the protocol?

- Nothing.

The particulars of the protocol
are classified, agent Darnell.

- I'm aware of it.
- Hmm.

- Let me put it another way.

Let's say, generally speaking,

what kind of things are these
agents required to memorize?

- Faces, sounds, images, information.

Anything that might indicate
a threat to the country.

It's based upon a protocol that the
agency used back in the 1980s.

- Could someone be given a suggestion

for a different kind of response?

- You're talking about the
shooting death of agent Devlin.

Am I right?

- Yes, I am.

- Yeah, well, I suppose that's feasible.

But let me tell you something.

I would never allow any of my subjects

to harm anyone with a protocol.

Whatever I do is for the agency.

Quite honestly, I'm really
offended by the accusation.

- Give us a minute.

- We'll be right back.

- He's lying.

He's got a tale.

He touches his nose.
He is definitely lying.

- Then we better shutdown the protocol.

Stop everything.

- Not yet.

- If he's responsible.

- Enroll me.

- No, it's too dangerous.

- He's up to something, Frank,
let me get inside.

- Cathy, this guy gets inside
your head, he could hurt ya.

- He's not going to do that.

I'm not going to let him.

- I don't know, Frank.

- Catching this guy in the act
may be the only way

to prove what he's up to.

I cannot wait to get in there with Fox.

- See what he has to say.

- Oh, ahh.

- Make it quick.
- Hello.

- Hey, need your help.

- Me, too. Can you do the laundry?

- Sure, if you can tell me how
to wow Rob Ryan.

- Oh, so the meeting went well.

- Potentially, but I need something big.

The only problem is what do you
get the guy who has everything?

- Well, is he married?

- You can't marry him.

- Yeah, I know, I know, I know,

but I can make him
a home-cooked meal.

- You're kidding. That's kinda
old fashioned. Isn't it?

- Yeah, but maybe that's
exactly the kind of thing

a guy like Rob Ryan would like.

You know? To meet your family and
see what a great guy you are.

- You know, you might
be on to something.

What made you think of it?

- Laura Sands.

Her husband Phil told me that
she's cooking a 7-course meal

for the whole Washington bureau.

Show off.

- Don't tell me you're still
competing with that woman.

- No, but I can make
my world famous lasagna

for my husband's newest client.

- Sounds good.
I'll take it.

- Uh, I got to go honey, ok?

I wanted to inter--ugh.

- Nick, are you in there?

- Hi. Honey, where did you find this?

- Underneath his bed.

- Where you snooping?

- Of course not.

I was looking for a sock.

- Honey, snooping is fine,

especially when you find
something like this.

Ahh.

- You think he's into drugs?

- Nick? No, no, he's probably,
I don't know,

helping some kids
with their homework or...

- This much money?
It's got to be something illegal.

I mean, how else would a 13-year-old boy
be able to come up with $1,200?

- We have to talk to him.

- Studying.

- Hey, Nick.

- Hey, mom.

I have a geometry test tomorrow.

- Right. Uh, this will only take a minute.

- We were wondering about this?

- Oh, right.

That's mine.

- Well, your father was wrong

to go through your personnel things.

- Right.

- But we do have a right to know
how you came upon so much money.

- E-bay. I sold some of my old comic books.

- Old comic books are worth
a thousand bucks?

- Actually a few 1,000.

I have more than just one spot.

- Excuse me?

- I had a couple of First Editions,

plus I found some suckers
who were willing to over pay.

- Yeah, and what were you planning
to do with all this money?

- I'm saving up for a car.

A nice one, you know,

so I can have it when
I learn how to drive.

- In 3 years.
- Right.

- Well, good for you.

- Well, honey, find a better
hiding place, all right?

And I hope you read this before
you cut it up.

- Ok.

- I don't buy it.

Why was there so much cash?

You sell things on the Internet,
you use checks or credit cards.

And why were the bills
in such small denominations?

And if he was going
to sell his comic books,

he would have told us.

And he wouldn't have kept it secret

and hid the money under his bed.

- He lied to us.

- He's an excellent bluffer.

Calm, cool, collected, no tales.

He gets it from my side
of the family, I think.

- All right.

Let's confront him.

Read him the riot act.

- No, no, no, then he'll just shut us out.

- So, what do you want to do?

- Let's try to figure out
what he's up to.

- When does he fly out?

- I think it's 2:00.

- Hey, Barb.
- Hey.

- How's it going?
- Good.

- Uh, Dr. Fox?

- Whoa. I'm sorry.

- Hi.

- Caught me.

You must be agent Jane Doe.

- Yes, yes, I am.

- Oh, hi, nice to meet you.

- Here you might like those.
- Thank you.

- Uh, that's a very unique name.

- Yeah, my brother's name
was John.

- Ok.

Ok, good, fine, nice.

Well, I'm glad you came in.

Are you, ready--ready to start?

- Yeah, I really appreciate you
making time for me.

- Not at all.

My data mining protocol
is a very useful tool

for C.S.A. Agents.

And my only regret is that it's
not available to all the agents.

- Well, I am here to learn.

- And I'm here to teach.

Good, good.

I have a seat for you right over there.

Do you want some more of these?

- No.

- Because there's no more over there.

I have set up for you--
I'll help you right here.

Ready and--aah, good.

The most important thing
for you to do in this exercise

is to just relax your subconscious mind.

Just relax your mind, so that
you can keep it open.

And you can allow the technology
to come in to your...

- Subconscious.

- Subconscious. Good, good.

May I ask you a question?

What is the kind of music
that you like to listen to?

- I like classic rock.

- Whatever comes into your mind.

Whatever memories it brings up you just...

Whew. Go along with it.

- Ok.

- Just open up your subconscious.

Listen to the sound of my voice.

- Whew.

- And relax.

- Ok.
- Relax. Ok, are you ready?

- Mm-hmm.

- Ahh, ok, I'm going to show
you a series of images.

And the thing is,

I don't want you to focus in on any image.

Just relax and open
your subconscious mind.

You listen to the sound of my voice.

♪ The party's over ♪

♪ And the freaks have all gone home ♪

- You're a very good
subject, agent Doe.

♪ The bills left on the table ♪

♪ Won't leave you alone ♪

♪ The journey's ended ♪

♪ Time to you return ♪

♪ But the images remain
like matches that won't burn ♪

- Hey, dad?

May I be excused?

- What's the matter?

You in a rush?

- History exam.

I was going to go over
to a friend's house to study.

- Well, I guess that sounds ok.

Hey, Nick.

You forgetting something?

No, that's all right.
I'll get it.

But I was talking about your books

so that you can study
for your big exam.

- Oh, thanks, dad, but
I left them at Jim's house

since I knew I was going
over there anyways to study.

- Does this Jim have a last name?

- Conner.

What's with the third degree?

- Nothing.

Just don't stay out too late.

- All right.

- Mom is right.

He is good.

- Whatever, dad.

- You're on a roll.

- Yep.

- You're bluffing.

- Ok, hit me.

- He's the best.

- Hurry up, dude.

- Straight.

- What are you waiting for?

- Three of a kind.

- Hit me.

- Poker?

- Yeah, I know.

I'm in shock, too.

- And they were playing for money?

- Yeah, a lot of money.

And you know what the kicker
is, I mean, Nick is good.

I mean, really good.

- Of course he's good, honey.

- Well, I didn't know whether
to be proud or furious.

- Well, we can't just let this slide.

- I mean, at the very least
we have to, um, I'm sorry.

Hello?

- Who was that?

- I have to go.

- Where?
You just got home.

- To work.

- Kathy, we've got an issue here.

- I have to go.

- What about Nick?
And when are you coming home?

Kathy?

- Kathy?

Hey.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- My cell phone.

- Ohh.

- Kathy, where are you?

- I can't talk right now.

- Ahh.

♪ Yeah, Frankie and Johnny were lovers ♪

♪ Oh, my God, how they did love ♪

♪ They swore to be true to each other ♪

♪ True as the stars above ♪

♪ He was her man and he done her wrong ♪

♪ Now, sing along if you know it ♪

♪ Frankie, she was a good woman ♪

- Show's over, folks.

- What in the hell is going on here?

- I have no idea.

But it isn't pretty.

- I-I didn't hurt anyone.

- You abused your power.

You gave agents trigger words
so they would obey you.

- I-I merely instructed them
to come to this location

so they would have a good time.

But use a protocol
to harm someone?

No. No.

Never.

You know, there's one thing
I just don't understand.

You see, I thought the protocol
worked on everyone.

How--it didn't--it didn't work on you.

How did you do that?

- Um, no, I'm sorry, Dr. Fox.

- What were you, a plant?

You--you didn't succumb
to the protocol, huh?

- I thought about something else.

I didn't let my guard down.

You know as well as I do,

only a passive mind is open to suggestion.

- You fooled me.

You know, I'm a--I'm a lonely man.

I use protocols to get people
to spend time with me.

- What do you think?

- I believe him.

- I'm not so sure.

He does run the program though.

- Yeah, but if you were
going to use the protocol

to have someone killed,
would you then turn around

and use the same M.O. to throw
yourself a karaoke party?

- No, no, you wouldn't.

- I'm heading out.

Watch your back, boss.

- Karaoke?

- Yep, that was the big secret
Dr. Fox was covering up.

He was using post-hypnotic suggestion

to get an audience for
his horrible opera karaoke.

- You're kidding, right?

- No.

I wish I was.

You know he was our main suspect
in the Devlin murder.

In fact, he was our only suspect.

Ahh.

Hey, have you talked
to our little gambler yet?

- Well, actually, I was waiting for you.

- Hmm, let's go talk to him.

- So, do you want to tell us
where you were last night?

- Um, no.

- We know about the gambling, Nick.

- How?

- Because I followed you.

I saw the whole operation.

- Great. So, now you're spying on me?

Looking through my stuff wasn't enough?

- Let's get one thing straight.

If you're not truthful,

your personal privacy ends
at the front door.

- Is that where you got the money?

- Yeah.

- Well, you gotta give it back.

- Why?

- Because gambling is illegal.

- But kids are doing it all over the place.

Vince Delvecia was the big
winner the other night.

- Sheriff Delvecia's son?

- Yeah, besides I won
the money fair and square.

- You're giving that money back.

- What if I told you guys that I'm done.

Last night was the last time
I play poker.

I've won enough.

- For a car?

- No, I'm going to use the money
for something else.

Something noble.

- Something noble.

Like what?

- I can't tell you.

But I swear, I'm doing the right thing.

You guys will be proud of me.

- All right, you can keep the money.

It's time for school.

We'll talk about this later.

- I'll get it.

- Hello. Is your mother home?

- Maybe. Are those for us?

- Laura, what are you doing here?

- Kathy, I brought
you some muffins.

I thought maybe you and your
family might enjoy them.

- Hey, mom, look. Real food.

Thanks, lady.

- Laura, right?

- Hello, Jack.

- Hi. Are those muffins for us?

- Oh, help yourself.

- Oh, thanks.
- Bye, honey.

- Bye.

- Mmm, they look great.

- Thanks.
- Oh.

- Bye, mom.

- Two?

- That's my daughter Susan.

- Yes, well, they're certainly
a hungry bunch.

Don't you ever feed them?

- Whenever I can.

- I can't believe how
many years have flown by.

When was the last time we sat
down and had a chat?

- Well, I don't think we ever have.

- We were so competitive back
then, weren't we?

- Well, not--I don't think so.

- The cream?

- Yes, milk. Here, sorry.

Here you go.

- We should have worked together
as a team, Kathy.

We could have made such in-roads
for women in the C.S.A.

- Well, I'm pretty happy with
the way things turned out.

- Of course you are.

You know that Phil is being blamed
for Roy Baxter's horrific crime

just because they are both from
the San Diego office.

- Yes, I heard about the
Internal Affairs report.

- It's ridiculous.

- I know.

- I mean, my husband would never.

I mean, he's the most dedicated
man C.S.A. has.

He's spent entire life with...

- Uh, you don't have
to convince me, Laura.

- Good because I was hoping that
you would talk to Mitch Evans.

He and the internal affairs department
are going after Phil and...

- Well, Frank and I will do
whatever we can.

But I have to believe
the Washington bureau

will see the I.A. reports
for what it is, politics.

- Oh, good.

Thank you.

- So what do we got, Frank?

- Dr. Fox doesn't know anything,

which means Kathy led us
on a wild goose chase.

The Baxter kid is still locked up

and Evans is having a field day
at our expense.

- Oh, Dr. Fox might be a dead end,

but there's something behind
this data miner protocol.

- Maybe Kathy was just wrong.

- You know, I'm going
to have to agree with Phil.

Maybe Alana Devlin's death

wasn't about some big conspiracy.

Maybe she was just in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

- Doug, it doesn't make any sense.

We gotta find an explanation.

- Ok, Frank.

- But I'm heading out to the airport

to catch the next flight back
to San Francisco.

- That's pretty quick.

- Ah, I gotta see this doctor.

- Nothing serious?

- Nah, nah.

Stress headaches. Weird ones.

The wife thinks I'm working to hard.

- And she's probably right.

Take care of yourself.

- You, too.

Hey, good luck with everything.

- Take cover inside!

Frank, I said good luck with everything.

- Yeah, yeah, we'll talk soon.

You be safe.

- Take care, buddy.

- Ok.

- See ya, Phillip.

- Next time.

- Agent Ennis.

- Hey, Doug.

I have your ticket right here.

- Oh, thank you.

So, when are you heading back?

- I'm taking the later one.

Gonna wrap up a few loose ends
down here.

- All right, well, we'll see you
tomorrow morning at the office.

- You bet, sir.
- Take care.

- Agent Ennis,
what are you doing?

- I was headed back to the office

and then I checked my
cell phone for messages.

The next thing I know...

Agent Coleman is shot and
I'm the one holding the gun.

He was my partner.

There's no way I would ever want
to hurt him.

- He's been questioned for hours.

His story doesn't change.

- Give us a second, will ya?

- Just like Baxter's.

He doesn't remember anything.

- Ok, Frank.

- Two senior agents killed in as many days.

- You get anything off this one?

- No memory of the event.

Just like Baxter.

- Yeah, except this one's never
been to the San Diego office,

so it's got nothing to do with me.

- Well, not that we know of.

- Ok, Mitch, what's that
supposed to mean?

- Yo, I'm looking for a way
to stop junior agents

from killing senior ones.

And that means no stone goes unturned.

- Well, maybe this guy points
in your direction.

If he does, maybe
the Washington bureau

would like to hear about that.

- You know what, Phil---
you two want to can it?

Two agents are dead.
Get your heads on right.

- You know, Frank, maybe this
guy's using Baxter's alibi.

Seizing the opportunity to beat the wrap.

- Ah, Mitch, there's no motive.

There's no motive,
there's no reason.

He and Doug Coleman
are very good friends.

- But he was in the data
mining protocol.

Yeah, I checked with Dr. Fox,

and Roy Baxter and Brian Ennis
were in the same class.

- Also were a dozen other agents.

It proves nothing.

- Witnesses saw Roy Baxter
answer his office phone

right before he killed Alana Devlin.

- So?

- Well, Brian Ennis
dropped his cell phone

right before he shot Doug Coleman.

- Trigger word.

- Over the phone?

- No, we cleared Dr. Fox.

- And we checked the cell phone.

There were no incoming calls.

- Yeah, guys, he said he
was checking his messages.

And I'll bet the last one
was a trigger word.

- The last message was played the
moment before Ennis allegedly fired.

The voice is digitized.

Listen.

- Wait. Can you play that again, Jennifer?

- It's push to, a Middle Eastern language.

It means kill.

- So it's a trigger word.

- I don't think we went far enough

into our investigation
of the protocol.

- But I thought we agreed
that it's not Dr. Fox.

- It's not Dr. Fox,

but it seems as if he was
an unwitting accomplice

to whoever was
behind these murders.

- It's a possibility.

- Obviously there are other trigger words

imbedded in the protocol

that are far more deadly than
the ones Dr. Fox was aware of.

- That's a stretch.

- No, not really.

Whoever knows the old trigger
words could use them.

- Which means all the agents who've been
through the protocol are ticking time bombs.

So you're going
to unscramble that

to see if we can find out who it is?

- Yes, but it's going to take some time.

- Well, we have to trace the technology.

Find out who knew what and when.

- Take cover inside!

- Frank? Frank?

- Frank.

- Yeah, I was just thinking.

Um...

I'm sorry.

- Do you think that we can...

Declassify the origins of the protocol?

- Yeah, yeah, it's a little tough,
but it can be done.

- Well, we have to.

It's a matter of life and death.

- Let's see if you can add on a
couple of shifts of brick layers.

But no over time, all right?

- Mr. Ryan?

Uh, Jack Davis, do you remember me?

You didn't return any of my phone calls.

- Well, I'm a very busy man.

- Well, I'm confused.

Am I going to get a chance to
bid on your apartment complex?

- It depends.

Have you wowed me yet?

- Well, my wife and I are going
to do a dinner.

- Sounds thrilling.

- Why, I just figured a single guy like you...

You probably eat out every night.

I thought a nice home-cooked
meal would be a change of pace.

Besides, it gives me the opportunity

to tell you about my business.

- Heh heh. I don't think so.

- Just give me a chance, Mr. Ryan.

Worse case scenario you get
a world-class lasagna dinner.

- Ok, you get your shot.

- Tonight.
- But my wife--

- Tonight or never.

- Tonight's great.

- After talking my way through
17 C.S.A. bureaucrats,

they finally released this.

It's a recruitment film

basically explaining how
the mind control protocol works.

I thought you might
find it enlightening.

- These agents in training are subjects

of the mind development protocol,

commonly known as thought control.

The brain child of Dr. Franklin Bennett.

The protocol will produce the
optimal intelligence operative

able to commit to any
objective without remorse.

- Is thistheFranklin Bennett?

- Yeah, one of the most brilliant minds
that ever worked for this agency.

- Where is he now?

- Who knows? Long gone.

- He went a little nuts.

- ...plays a special role in the protocol.

The triggers that we place
in the subject's mind

can alter his or her world

and with the proper triggers,

black becomes white,
white becomes black.

- I've seen enough.

I want to meet this Dr. Bennett.

- Absolutely--if you can find him.

- It's worth a try.

We have two friends dead,

killed by their closest colleagues,

and no one knows why.

Bennett's our only lead.
I'm gonna find him.

- Hello?

- Nah, no rooms. There
is no vacancy. Sorry.

- Um, um, just doing a little light reading, huh?

- Yeah, I dabble.

- Me, too.

- You're a scientist?

- No.

- Police?
- No.

- An old girlfriend.

- No.

- It's a shame.

- Dr. Bennett.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

- Pleasure.

You have any idea
the wealth of information

I'm sitting on out here?

It's enough to topple
the heads of state

and bring the rich and
powerful to their knees.

The only question is,
where to begin?

Iran-Contra, Camp X-ray,
the Beijing Fiasco.

It's all here. I just don't know
exactly where.

- Well, doctor, I wanted to ask you

about the mind control protocol
you developed in the 80s.

- Yeah, nasty business.

- And why do you say that?

- The fall of communism
made for a crazy world.

The agency had a lot to do.

We were positioning ourselves
in spots all over the globe.

Sometimes we had
to take drastic measures.

- Illegal ones?

- Without question.

- How did the protocol fit in?

- Deniability.

- What?

- That's what the government
was looking for,

and that's what I gave them.

- We had highly motivated
and highly skilled agents

ready to do our dirty work.
But what if they got caught?

What if they talked?

Ramifications went to the
highest levels of government.

So, protocol was needed,
to wipe their memories clean.

- So it worked like a
post-hypnotic suggestion.

- Well, yes, but, uh...

The effects of the protocol
went far deeper than that.

They went on forever.

Unless a subject was de-programmed,

the protocol stayed with him for life.

That's why it's so dangerous,
you know.

- You realize we're still using it?

- Yeah, I know. Coffee?

- Yes, please.

- A modified version...

Expanding minds to recognize
terrorists and other threats.

I know Dr. Fox,
he's an imbecile.

- Well, is it possible
for, uh, a command or a...

A trigger word that
was imbedded years ago

to inadvertently
be given to agents today?

- More than possible.
I would say it's likely.

The person just has to know the trigger.

He can use it any time.

Just by saying the word.

- On the telephone?

- Absolutely.

You think that your junior
agents are using the protocol

to murder your senior agents.

- How do you know about that?

- I warned them.

I told them it was too dangerous.

And these junior agents
are perfect candidates.

Eager minds trying hard
to be so cooperative.

- Wait a minute, doctor.
Who did you warn?

- I warned everybody.

The White House, Congress,
I sent e-mails.

- Really?

- I always get the same answer.

A Christmas card from the President.

I got one here somewhere.

- Well, tell me about
the imbedded trigger word.

- Uhh.

- There was a message
on the cell phone in push to.

- Yeah, that would be Afghanistan

during the Soviet occupation.

We had agents all over doing
all kind of illegal stuff,

black ops, top secret.

- C.S.A?

- Among others.

- Why would there be a trigger word

to use against our own agents?

- Like I said, deniability.

- Do you have any idea
who was calling the shots

in Afghanistan at that time?

Someone who would know
the trigger word?

- I have no idea who it could be.

But if I were you, I would
concentrate on one thing.

- What?

- Who wanted those senior agents
dead today?

- Call Frank Darnell.

- This is Frank Darnell.

Leave a message, and
I'll get back to you.

- Hey, Frank, it's me.

Guess who found Dr. Bennett?

He's definitely flying under the
radar but he had a lot of info.

Unfortunately, I'm going to need
some more classified data.

I need to know which C.S.A.
agents were involved

in a black ops operation
in Afghanistan in the 80s.

I know it seems crazy, but
I really think it's the key

to finding out who's behind all this.

- Uh, wait a second.
Maybe this is you, wait.

Frank?

- No, it's your other husband.

I've been trying to get a hold of you.

- I'm sorry, honey.
How are ya doing?

- Well, a little panicked.

I spoke to Rob Ryan today.
Your idea about the dinner was a hit.

The only problem is he
can only do it tonight.

- That's a problem.

- Why? Where are you?

- I'm 90 miles away.

- What are you doing out there?

- Work. Look, I can do this.
I will get home.

I will make the lasagna.

I just need you to get some things
from the store, ok, honey?

You got a pen?

Um, ok, you know those big flat noodles.

You know, lasagna noodles?

- Bennett told her that
the trigger words being used

could have come from a black ops
program in Afghanistan.

- You're kidding me?

- Nah.

- Do you think the information's reliable?

- If she trusts him, so do I.

She said that Bennett's got
paperwork to back up his claims.

- Oh, man.
I don't know, Frank.

It's just--it's just out of left field.

- I know, but if it's true.

We got to figure out who led
the C.S.A. Operation back then

and whether they used a protocol

to try to kill senior agents today.

- I understand,
but I'm not even sure

that the C.S.A was in the Afghan
theater back then.

- I think we were.

I think I might have been there.

- Whoa, whoa.
What are you saying?

- I've been having these thoughts.

You know, these visions in my
head, for about a week or so.

- Visions?

- Yeah.

Alana Devlin's there,
Doug Coleman's there.

We're coming back
from patrol in the desert.

I took some incoming fire

and ducked inside
this building for cover.

And my C.O. was there.

- Who is it?

- That's the weird thing.
I can't--I can't see his face.

I can't place it.

- Jeez, I don't know, Frank.

What you're saying
is the C.S.A. sent you

in an Afghan war zone
without your consent.

- It's in my head.

- I'll talk to senior officials,

see what I can find out

about a C.S.A. Afghan operation
in the late 80s.

But we may be on another wild
goose chase here.

- Kathy.
- Yeah.

- Can I speak with you a minute?

- Yeah, sure, Mitch.

What's going on?

- I heard you found the old loon
in the desert.

- Uh, Dr. Bennett?

I liked him actually.
He's a legend, you know.

- Come on, Kathy.
The man's off his nut.

- He said some very interesting things,

especially about a certain
black ops operation

in Afghanistan in the 80s.
You know anything about that?

- Look, I know Frank Darnell
gave you latitude

in your investigations.

But this thing is one
giant pressure cooker

waiting to blow up in everyone's face.

You are aware that the Washington guys

are still breathing down our necks.

- Yes, I am, Mitch.

- Good.

- Hey, Frank.

- Hey, come on in.

- I just drove 180 miles,

while Mitch Evans just advised
me against snooping around.

Do you think he's hiding something?

- I don't know.

Phil seems to think it's a long shot, too.

- So, this is everything we have on
C.S.A. involvement in Afghanistan.

- Ok.

- It's not much.

- Ok, Sherry, thanks.

- Good night, agent Ross.

So, is it anything?

- No, it's not what I need.

- Dr. Bennett was so convincing.

Do you think I'm just way off on this?

- No, you know what I keep thinking?

I keep thinking who would want

Alana Devlin and Doug Coleman dead.

And what the hell's happened
to them in the past?

I don't know.

- Well, look, we're not going
to figure this out tonight,

and I have to get home
and make some lasagna.

My husband has a client
over for dinner and...

- I'll walk you out.

- Agent Ross speaking.

- Frank, what's going on?
Are you ok?

- Yeah, I'm good. Why?

- You're not a very good liar.

- I just got some things
on my mind, that's all.

No big deal.

- You want to tell me about it?

Aah!

- Stay down.

- Ohh, over here.

Maybe we should split up.

- Sure, she's not trying to shoot you.

- Judy!

- Uhh, ugh.

- Judy.

- What?

What just happened?

What happened?

Can someone tell me what's going on?

- I wonder who wants you dead.

- I owe you one.

- No, she owes you one.

Come on.

- Judy was a loyal girl.

- Yeah, but she was in the data
mining protocol, Frank.

And someone gave her the order
to kill you, why?

- How the hell would I know?

- Frank, we gotta figure out why.

I have a feeling you know
something about Afghanistan,

and you are not telling me.

Please.

We've been friends
a really long time.

You can trust me.

- I was talking about
it with Phil Sands.

Some of it doesn't make
any sense. It's just...

- I can help you with that.

- I've been having these visions.

They're like flashes in my head.

Kind of like dreams, you know.

- How long have you
been having them?

- A few days.

- About Afghanistan.

- Yeah, maybe. I don't know.

It's always this same thing though.

It's always Devlin
and it's always Coleman.

We were coming back from patrol.

Heading back to base camp.

We were good.

Things were all right.

Then all hell broke loose,
took a lot of incoming fire.

I was scared, really,
I was scared.

We had to take cover.

So, we ducked inside this building.

- Aah!
- Coleman got hit.

But I had to get him inside.

I had to take care of him.

- So, it was just the three of you.

- No, there were 5 of us, 5.

- You guy's all right?

- Mitch Evans was there.

- Was he the commanding officer?
Was he in charge?

- I don't know, Kath.
I mean, Coleman got hit,

and I knew I had to get him
inside the building.

- Who was in charge, Frank?

- I can't see his face.

- Frank, try harder.

- Phil Sands, I can see it.

Phil Sands.

- Phil was your commanding officer?

- Kathy, what the hell's
going on here?

What's happening?

- I think you were in that
black ops investigation

in Afghanistan, Frank.

I think you are remembering something

you were programmed to forget.

- Are you all right, honey?

I mean, you didn't say much during dinner.

- I'm fine. Really.

- I'm fine.
- Don't worry.

You said the interviews went great.

I mean, there's no way in the world

you're not going to get
that job in Washington.

- Hey, Kathy, Frank,
what's going on?

- Phil, we need to talk but not here.

- It concerns the investigation.

Sorry, Laura.

- Ok, I... Honey, I better go.

Can you get the car
and bring it to the hotel?

- I'll meet you there?
- Ok.

- Afghanistan wasn't the only black ops
program using the protocol.

There were more.

There were many, many more.

- You ran Afghanistan, Phil?

- Yeah, I did.

- So, you used us.

Put us in the line
of fire against our will,

is that what you did?

- No, no, you volunteered, Frank.

All of you did.
You just don't remember.

Look, most of what we did
there was humanitarian.

Medical supplies,
evacuations,

helping the resistance
against the Soviets.

A lot of good things.

- But it was illegal?

- Yeah, probably.

But it wasn't my decision
to use the protocol.

That was policy.

They felt we needed...

- Deniability?

- Exactly.

- Frank!

- You liar.

All these years you
never said one thing.

- I wanted to.
- Why?

- I wanted to.
- Why? Tell me right now.

- I should have, Frank,
you're right.

I honestly believed you'd be
better off not remembering.

Listen, when Coleman and
Devlin were killed...

- I made no connection...
- What about Devlin?

Until you started having memories.

- Yeah, maybe it was better
off the less people who knew

about Afghanistan, the better off it
would be for your career, Phil.

- That is wrong.
- Frank!

- So help me, Frank.
That's wrong.

- Frank.

- Alana remembered.
She was murdered.

The same thing with Coleman.

Less than an hour ago someone
tried to shoot Frank, ok?

- I had nothing to do with that.

- Look, this whole black ops
thing in Afghanistan,

that's a nightmare.
Admittedly.

You're right.

Now that it's out I've lost any
chance at the job in Washington.

That's fine.

But you got to believe me.

Alana Devlin was my friend.

Doug Coleman was my friend.

And, Frank, you are my friend.

- There's triggers in the
protocol to kill us, right?

- Yes.

- What are they?

- I don't know.

- Who knows those trigger words?

- I'm not sure.

They were coded,

along with the other classified documents
over at C.S.A. communications.

That's all I know.

- Hey, Frank, calm down, ok?

- I'm all right.

- Do you think he's telling the truth?

- I don't know, maybe.

- Well, he's willing to come forward,

say what he knows, cooperate.

- Ok, then who?

Mitch Evans?
He was in Afghanistan.

- Yeah, but he wasn't in charge.

- I know. But he wants that D.C. job bad.

Maybe exposing Phil is the
best way to get it.

- Good point.

- You think it's worth a look?

- Yeah, we got to figure this out, frank.

Someone out there still wants you dead.

Please be careful.

- I'll keep my head down.

- Oh, my God! Frank!

I'm late! I gotta go. Ugh.

Hold the elevator!

Honey!

Ugh, I had the hardest day.

I am so, so sorry.

- You realize he's going to
be here any minute, right?

- Yes, I do.

Which is why I got this.

- I told him that you make
world-famous lasagna.

- Well, I just need a few
minutes to work my magic.

It will be fine.
I can do this.

Just stay out of my way.

- I don't know why I just didn't
buy him something.

A sound system, a new car.

I could have used Nick's
poker winnings to pay for it.

- Honey, relax.

Nick, Susan! Come down here and help us!

- Right away please!

- What are we going to do?

- Well, we're going to
figure out what to say

to impress this man, ok?

- What?

- I need you to set the table.

- Mom.

- Don't argue with me.

- Fine. But I'm participating
under protest.

- Why do I have a sense
of impending disaster?

- Honey, everything is going to be fine.

I just need a few minutes.

I need to get dressed.

I think it will be good
as long as he's not, uh...

- Early.

- Ohh.

- Just relax, ok?

Honey, honey! Just answer
the door, all right?

- Yeah, yeah, ok, I got it,
ok, all right.

- World-class lasagna,
huh, Jack?

- Uh, there's actually a pretty
funny story about that.

- Hmm, um, um, I'm sorry.

It's my fault, Mr. Ryan.

I had a big emergency
at work today.

- I see.

Where do you work?

- I work at a puzzle company.

- Ah, so, it was
a puzzle emergency.

- So, Mr. Ryan, is it true that you plan

to tear down a homeless shelter
to build a strip mall?

- Susan.
I'm sorry.

She doesn't really know what
she's talking about.

- It's ok.

I'm not tearing down anything,
young lady.

The city council is.

- Actually, an independent audit

of last year's campaign
contributions

shows that you,
Mr. Ryan, gave more money

to influence the city council election

than any other competition in the city.

- I have a lot of friends
on the city council.

Is that a crime?

- Of course not.

I mean, there's nothing wrong
with having friends.

Is there kids?

Now, Mr. Ryan,

about my company,

I think that you're going to find

that I run a first-rate operation.

- It's hard for me to believe
you can run anything, Jack.

You can't even control the
mouths of your own children.

- Actually, my children
are encouraged

to have their own opinions,
to express themselves.

Now, they may not always do it
as courteously as I would like.

Now, if we could get back
to my business.

- You and your little
contracting business,

you will always be small time,

which is exactly where you belong.

- Wait a minute.

You sit down.
Sit down.

Mr. Ryan, you can insult my lasagna,

it's take-out, you can insult
my whole dinner

and my housekeeping and maybe even
say something about my kids,

who are a little out of line,

but when you insult my husband,
who is a good and loving man,

who works hard and
takes care of his family,

you, sir, have stepped over the line.

Big time.

- You through?

- You're nuts.

- Mom.

- Oh, boy.

- Well, that went well.

The fact that he is the most
arrogant, insufferable man

that I have ever met
is absolutely no excuse

for the way I behaved, honey.

I am so sorry.

Can you ever forgive me?

Look, I know. I'll make it up to you.

I'll go and I'll talk to him
and I'll apologize.

I'll tell him I had a
nervous breakdown or...

- It won't be necessary.

- Honey.

This was a really big
opportunity and I...

- There will be others.

Besides, I kind of enjoyed it.

- The lasagna?

- Those things that
you said about me.

Loving, supportive...

Sexy.

- Did I say sexy, too?

- No, but you were thinking it.

- You're right.

- Not many wives
would have gone to bat

for their husbands
the way that you did.

Laura Sands has nothing on you.

- That's it.

You're brilliant.

- I am.

- Yes.
- Uh, I am?

- Yes, I gotta go.

- Now?

- I'm so sorry, honey.

I love you.

I'll be back, I promise.

- Oh, yeah.

- Thanks.

- Ahh.

Hee.

- Ahh.

Hey, Gwen, thank you so much
for meeting me this late.

How are you holding up?

- You said it was an emergency.

- Yeah, did you find Alana's
appointment book?

- Oh, it's right here.

What do you need it for?

- Well, um, it's just a theory.

I need to know if she saw Phil Sands

in the days before her death.

- Actually, she did.

Yes, here it is, uh, lunch with
Phil Sands and his wife Laura,

the afternoon before
she was killed.

- Oh, look at that.

Drinks with Mitch Evans
before the party.

Mind if I take this?

- Go right ahead.

- Get some rest.

- Frank, Alana had lunch
with Phil and Laura

the day she was murdered.

- Ok?

What does that prove?

- Well, I think she was having flashbacks,

just like you, and I think she told Phil,

and maybe even Mitch about it.

- It's a pretty big assumption.

You sure?

- Yeah, I know.

- Are you on to something?

- I think I know who was behind
all of this, Frank.

- It's gotta be real, Kath.

You got something real?

- No, not yet.

But I'm working on it.

- So, Laura and Mitch are
headed up to D.C.

For the decision on that promotion.

I'll tell you what,

I'll have them over to
my house before they go.

Can you get me hard evidence by then?

Can you do it?

- I can try.

- Well, try hard because if you can't,

there's not much else we can do.

- I know.

- Hello.

This is agent Jane Doe. I need
your help and I need it fast.

- Hello.

Hello!

Dr. Bennett.

- Yeah, I brought you something.

- Personnel files.

- Everybody who was involved

in the Afghan black ops
program in the 80s.

What they did.
What they knew.

- Did you find the name
I asked you about?

- Uh, take a look there.

- How can I ever thank you?

- Well, actually, I'm grateful
for the chance to right a wrong.

- It wasn't your fault,
Dr. Bennett.

- And I wanted to thank you.

- For what?

- Well, for being the only
person in a very long time

that believed in me.
The old loon out in the desert.

- It was my pleasure.

- I don't think they're going to be
too happy to see me, you know.

- You'll be fine,
Dr. Bennett.

Just maybe lose the hat.

Yeah, that's good.

- Hey, Frank.

- Dr. Bennett.

- Hey, it's been a while, huh?

- It sure has.

- Hard evidence, Frank.

I think you're going
to want to see this.

- Come on in.

- Hello.

- Well, Jane Doe.

Any other crazy theories
you want to float

before we all leave for Washington?

- No more theories.

Just proof.

- Dr. Bennett, where did you come from?

- The desert.

- I have here files on every C.S.A. agent

that worked on a certain black
ops operation in Afghanistan

and the C.S.A. agents who worked
in communications.

- All right, but what's all that got to do

with what happened
to Coleman and Devlin?

- Yeah?

- Well, everything.

You see, Dr. Bennett developed a
mind control protocol in the 90s,

which basically was used
to get C.S.A. agents

to participate in the
illegal black ops operations

and then it would wipe their minds clean.

Now, this protocol in a different form

is being used on junior agents today.

And it has in it imbedded
certain trigger words,

words than when spoken
could get a C.S.A. agent

to do just about anything,

including killing another agent.

- What are you talking about?

- Just bare with me, Mitch, ok?

Now Alana Devlin was one
of these agents.

Now, she was in Afghanistan
along with you and you.

- But recently she began having
these memories,

these flashbacks.

I think because she was with
her old comrades.

These memories could be very,
very embarrassing,

especially to someone who is in line

for a big job in Washington.

Someone like you, Mitch,
for instance.

- You think I had Alana killed?

- No, but you were in Afghanistan.

You were just lucky enough
not to remember it.

- No, I was never in Afghanistan.

- You were,

which brings me to Doug Coleman.

Now, Doug started
having these flashbacks

and these memories as well.

And he confided in just one person.

You, Phil.

You headed up that
operation in Afghanistan

and you were the one
who gave the orders

to these men and these women

to commit these illegal acts
and you knew that if this came

to light, it would hurt your
chances in Washington big time.

- That's true.

Doug told me about his memories
and I was worried.

But, no. But I was ready
to come clean,

and I certainly would never kill
my friends to protect my career.

Look, I didn't even know
the trigger words.

- I know, Phil.

I know you didn't know
the trigger words.

But there was someone
else who did.

Someone who cares very much
about your big promotion--

your very loving and
supportive wife Laura.

- No, Kathy, you're wrong.

- It's ok, Phil.

I'm afraid this is all about jealousy.

Kathy Davis has always been
jealous about my success.

And now that Phil and I
are going to Washington,

she just can't take it.

- I have your file, Laura.

You were in C.S.A.
communications in the 90s.

And, in fact, you knew
the trigger words.

And when you saw that your husband's
career was in jeopardy,

you used those trigger words
to get those junior agents

to kill Alana and Doug,
didn't you?

- It's absurd.

- Kathy, this is crazy.

- We were able to unscramble the voice

on Brian Ennis' cell phone.
Listen.

Coleman, wazzum.

Coleman, wazzum.

Coleman, wazzum.

- Laura, I can't believe it.

- They weren't supposed
to remember.

Alana Devlin, Doug Coleman, you.

None of you were supposed
to hurt Phil.

- He's ready to talk about
what happened in Afghanistan.

- No, he won't.

Phil, listen to me.
You always have.

You see, Kathy, we're a team,
and I'm here to support him.

I'm here to make sure that you
get everything that you deserve,

including the Washington job.

- He doesn't want it, Laura.

He doesn't want it like this.

- He doesn't have a choice.

Now, I will take my file.

Go on.

And the rest of it.

And once you're dead,
the memories are gone.

And it will be as if Afghanistan
never happened.

And Phil will take office.

- Laura, what about my memories?

- Phil, let me do what I
need to do, for us.

No!

No!
No, it's not fair!

- It's ok.
It's over now.

- This way.

Take the front, Mitch.

- Sorry, Phil.

- No, I'm sorry...
for everything.

Look, the agency took advantage
of your patriotism

and I took advantage of your
friendship and that's wrong.

- What about Laura, Phil?

- I don't know.

I guess I have to be there
for her as best I can.

As crazy as it seems, everything
she did she did for love.

And now we have to live
with the consequences.

- Good luck.

- You, too.

- Ahh, how you doing, Frank?

You ok?

- Yeah.

I lost a lot of good friends.

- Well, now you know the truth.

- Something smells good.

- It's my wonderful lasagna
for my wonderful husband.

- You're too good to me.

- Well, it's the least I can do.

I'm so sorry I ruined
your shot with Mr. Ryan.

- Ah, it's all right, sweetheart.

Who needs Rob Ryan anyway?

Believe it or not, the city council reversed
themselves on that homeless shelter.

I might get a chance to bid on it.

- That's wonderful.

I wonder what happened.

- I have no idea.

I guess somebody finally
stood up to Rob Ryan.

- Oh, you mean without throwing
lasagna into his lap?

- I wonder if that's the muffin lady.

- Oh, I doubt it.

- Can I help you?

- James Thompson, I'm with the
L.A. Beacon.

- Oh, thanks, but we already subscribe.

- Hey, I'm a reporter.

I'm here for the press conference.

- What press conference?

- That one.

- Uh, you guys must
have the wrong address.

- This is the Davis residence, right?

- Yeah, but...

- Any idea what time
we're getting started?

- Hey, you guys.

Does anybody know anything
about a press conference?

- Um, yeah, that's for me.

- What's going on?

- When the people of this city
speak of our young people,

too often they speak of
unruliness, disregard of others,

crime, drugs,
violence but today,

we see another kind
of young person.

A young man who extols
the kinds of virtues

that we all can aspire to--

kindness, generosity,
concern for the community.

- Is this what you spent
your poker money on?

- Yeah. Sorry I didn't tell you.

- And now, without further ado,

I would like to introduce
a fine young man

and a model citizen Nick Davis.

Nick.

- Hi, my name is Nick Davis,

and I'm here to present
this check to the city

for the amount of $5,812.59

for the rescue and rehabilitation

for the 9th Street homeless shelter.

- All right, Nick.

- Whoo! Bravo!

- From what I understand,
because of this contribution,

cooperate sponsors and
the city have added a fund

to help pay back taxes,

fully restore and rebuild
the homeless shelter

so it can exist for years to come.

- Nick, tell us, how did a kid
like you raise so much money?

- I, uh, persuaded my friends
to help pitch in a little.

- He really is a good bluffer,
isn't he?

You should have told us, Nick.

- I thought you'd be mad.

- I would have,

but I also would have gotten over it.

- Well, the good news
is you're still grounded.

- I know. I cheated and I lied.

And I know it was wrong,

even if it was for all the right reasons.

- True.

So who's up for some gin rummy
and some fresh lasagna?

- Me and mom against you guys?

- No way. Did you know that
they cheat at gin rummy?

- No wonder we never win.

- You guys never win because
you're terrible card players.

- Huh.

- Spoken like a true cheater.