killed in a fire.
That's not a coincidence.
If he was murdered,
you're playing with big-boys rules now.
I've played big-boy rules before.
Yeah, and my head ended up
on the chopping block.
Yeah, but we also won a Pulitzer.
True.
But this Pulitzer could end up killing you.
- Maybe we should bring in the authorities.
- No. Come on, not yet.
It just... They'd only shut me out
and then I'd have nothing.
I located his sister.
She... She lives near Warren.
I'm gonna go see her tomorrow.
Listen, Kate. Be careful.
Yeah, yeah. Anything for you.
I'll see you later.
Get Air Med over here, now!
- Hi.
- Alex, please.
Now that he's gone,
you're the only one I can talk to.
Not right now.
Hold on.
- Are you Thelma Detimore?
- And you are?
I'm Kate Crawford
from the Washington Inlander.
Look, I been talking to the cops all day
and I'm tired.
You here to make him into a monster, too?
- I'm here to get the truth.
- He was a good brother and a good son.
- Who is it, Thelma?
- A reporter.
Don't worry, I'll handle it.
Is that your mother?
She's an old lady who just outlived her son.
Leave her be.
Okay.
You know what? Just one question.
How long was he taking these?
Long enough.
Got it during the Gulf War.
At least that's what he always said.
All right, look, if you think of anything...
you know, you'd like me to know or...
Just give me a call.
I'll do that.
Okay, bye-bye.
Delia, could you give me
a hand with this, please?
Follow her and find out who she talks to.
Thelma, the TV's broke.
Mom! We gotta get out.
- Sir.
- Martin.
Very nice turnout.
- Where's Thomas?
- At home, I'm sure.
Taking a little time
to get himself together, sir.
Understandable.
It's a difficult time.
- How's the investigation going?
- We're in the opening stages.
A lot of questions to be asked,
people to interview.
The big question is
how did he get through the security?
I have my top people on it, though.
Your top people are the ones
that screwed it up in the first place.
- You know, with all due respect, sir...
- Stuff it.
He was a very close,
personal friend of mine...
not to mention that he was
a damn fine leader.
Now, I want this thing cleared up.
I thought you were retired, General?
You want to find out
how little that really means?
Good afternoon, everyone.
I just want to thank you all
for coming today.
And I know that all of your condolences...
both on a personal and professional level,
would have meant a great deal to him.
And I also hope that in time...
this sorrow will turn into
an enduring memory...
of all of his great accomplishments
while serving as your President.
Mr. Thomas?
Hello?
Mr. Thomas?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Shit.
Good morning.
Long night, huh?
I was wondering if I could just talk to you...
for a second?
Listen, I just need to speak to you
for a moment.
Look who she's run to now.
- Trouble.
- Yeah.
Call Jack.
- Yeah?
- She's with Alex Thomas.
That's a shame.
I gave her opportunity after opportunity
to go away, didn't I?
I don't have a choice,
so just make them both go away.
Thomas.
Look.
Detimore wasn't working alone in this.
I can prove it.
Come on!
I'm coming in.
- Well, is this your wife?
- That's none of your business, Crawford.
Pretty lady.
You were close to the President.
You're just wasting your time.
You'll forgive my cynicism...
but I don't buy into any grassy-knoll,
second-gunman theory.
I was there. Remember?
Well, what about the
someone-put-a-dying-man-up-to-it theory?
You really should be going now.
You know, Thomas,
you don't have to like me.
But you know my reputation.
I'm not some bright-eyed rookie.
Rookie? No, no.
You have plenty of experience
destroying people's careers...
for your personal gain.
Only when they deserve it.
Okay, fine. I'll leave.
Explain this to me though, will you?
Why would someone
rent an apartment for