early,
so, uh, he can...
get something to eat.
- Hi.
- Hi.
You all right?
I missed you.
I missed you so much.
- Just a second.
- Okay.
- This is outstanding.
- There you go. And enjoy.
I love you, Sarah.
Garrison, DiPaola. Where are you?
- Garrison, DiPaola, where are you?
- Shit.
Yeah, I'm on my way.
Hi. So what the hell
is going on, or-
Aziz, what are you doin' here?
Charlie Merriweather was murdered.
He- He was murdered?
P.I.D. thinks it might
be connected to work.
Director put us on alert.
I'm sorry.
I know he was your friend.
Was there any kind
of shift in his behavior?
Was he agitated
or worried about anything?
He was a little distant
at breakfast on Sunday.
- Did he tell you why?
- He just said he had a couple
of tough days at work.
- What'd he say at breakfast?
- Some gossip. Uh, it's kind of personal.
Nancy, I know how difficult
this is for you...
but I need a complete picture
if I'm gonna investigate this properly.
He told me that he thought Pete Garrison was
having an affair with someone's wife at work.
- Just gossip. It just-
- Yeah.
Probably not even true.
Look, that's all we need for now.
- You got the lead on Charlie's murder?
- Screw you.
- What?
- Screw you.
- You still got a problem with me?
- Take your hands off of me.
Christ. It doesn't matter
what I say to you.
I don't care if you got
a problem with me...
but you show respect
when you come to this house.
Charlie was one of my best friends.
If you have information
that can help me, that I want to hear.
- Otherwise, stay out of my way.
- Fine. You're a piece of work.
You know, Nancy did say one thing.
Charlie was upset about something at work.
You have any idea what that might be?
- No.
- Then if you figure it out,
you know where to find me.
- Yeah, good. I'll send you a memo.
- Do that.
- Hey. Is everything okay?
- Hey, Jill. Yeah.
- You workin' with him now?
- Yeah.
Keep your eyes open.
You may learn a lot.
But don't listen
to everything he's got to say.
- Especially about me.
- Okay.
Pete.
There some problem between you two?
- I thought you were friends.
- We were.
- So what happened?
- It's personal.
Let's go.
- No. He can go to hell. I don't want to talk to him.
- Just tell him it wasn't me.
- It wasn't anybody.
- I'm not saying it was.
- I wasn't having an affair!
- Cindy, I know you weren't.
What do you want me to tell him I haven't already
told him 30 times? This is why I left him.
He's the most pigheaded man
I've ever met.
You still love him, don't you?
- Hey, Pete. Pete.
- Hey, Tom.
You know a guy
named Walter Xavier?
Yeah, sure. He's a snitch I used to use
when I was working in counterfeiting.
Okay. Just fielded a call
from this guy.
I told him you weren't
running informants anymore...
offered to transfer
the call to W.F.O., P.I.D.
- He said you're the only person he'd talk to.
- Thanks.
There he is! Publishers Clearing House,
my man! You got somethin' for me?
Did you fill yours out yet?
Every year my mom bugs me
to fill that thing out. I never do.
Long time, no see, Walter.
What's up?
Let's walk.
You got some info on that
Charlie Merriweather murder?
- That agent who was killed
outside his house on Monday?
- Yeah.
Maybe he stumbled into something
he wasn't supposed to, like I did.
- What was that something?
- A plot to kill the president.
Walter, you know, it's a little
more difficult than it sounds.
Not if you got somebody inside.
You saying there's a mole
in the Secret Service?
That's right.
- There's an agent who wants to
help assassinate the president?
- That's right.
- Well, what's his name?
- I don't know. I just know he exists.
Well, how? Who-Who's giving
you the information?
- I want one million dollars.
- What are you smoking, Walter?
- Now be serious.
- I'm dead serious.
I tell you this stuff,