dead.
I need the clothes you're wearing.
Your ring.
Your watch.
All your IDs.
Now.
Do it!
Come with me.
Grab the other one.
Let's go.
Put your clothes on them. Move!
There's been a murder
at 232 Alden Drive.
Send the police.
They killed you, then
turned on each other.
Right.
You sons-of-bitches.
Shit!
This doesn't work without an audience.
Outside. Let's go.
Get in.
Thank you.
Thank you. Anything you
ever need, just ask me.
You endangered your life and
the U.S. Marshals protecting you.
What?
You went to your old restaurant.
You went back to Gennaro's?
Johnny, are you stupid?!
It's the osso buco.
I was fucking dying for a decent meal!
Next time, you're dead!
This only happens once.
Get out.
That was our ride!
Let's go.
Go.
You won't see me again.
But I'll know your every move.
Use your heads, lie low
and no one will hurt you.
Skip out on your testimony and I'll
deliver you to the Canelli family.
I promise.
I owe you big time. I'm a
stand-up guy, you got it?
You ever need anything, you
let me know. What's your name?
Honey, he doesn't want to be pen pals.
Smile. You've just been erased.
John, would you look at something?
One is from our shop, the others
are real. What do you think?
That's the fake.
Who the hell is that?
If I tell you, I'd have to kill you.
Shut up and run this again.
With a little sleight of hand...
...one very dead John Doe trades
places with one very live scumbag.
Robert, sit down.
You know...
...if God was as forgiving as WITSEC...
...hell would be one empty joint.
God doesn't have our court system.
I understand you had a busy night.
A witness got careless.
-I see.
-I had to defuse the situation.
And that included breaking
into the county morgue?
Someone taught me that improvisation
is the heart of field work.
It was you.
In the old days. Weather's changed.
Now every asshole in
Congress is down our backs.
I'm telling you to walk softly.
That's why Beller called me in?
Because of the morgue?
No, no, no.
He doesn't know anything about that.
I don't think he has to.
Shadow Ops still has some privileges.
You're right.
John...
...good work.
I had a good teacher.
Bullshit.
You had the best.
14,640 some-odd people
under WITSEC protection...
...and not one with a profile like this.
That bad?
That good. This young
lady, Miss Cullen...
...is a real live, bona fide...
...honest person.
Then why does she need us?
She's a senior executive
at Cyrez Corporation.
They're major defense contractors.
Top-secret weapons research.
Looks like someone inside
Cyrez is selling out Uncle Sam.
Feds need her to prove their case.
She's the key witness in the
hottest scandal since lran-Contra.
-When does this go down?
-Tomorrow.
The sting's in place.
When it's over, she's all yours.
Sealed file on relocate.
Your eyes only.
As usual, only you and I will be privy
to the exact location of your witness.
But, John...
...there are some serious
players in Washington...
...who could be badly burned.
So could she.
Welcome to Cyrez Corporation.
Morning, Dave.
She's in.
Anything yet?
Not yet.
That's right, lady. We're right here.
We're on.
Hear me?
We hear you.
I look okay?
Tell her she looks great.
Not bad, Miss Cullen.
Not bad for an amateur.
We're right with you.
Yeah.
Then let's do it.
-Good morning, Miss Cullen.
-Good morning.
Station C?
Yes.
And how long today?
10 minutes.
Okay.
You're doing just fine, Lee.
Hope we bought the right combination.
Bingo!
Shit!
It's okay. We lose
transmission in the vault.
What now?
Now we wait.
She's only got 5 minutes
till the shift change.
What's taking so long?
Sweetheart, you've got 2 minutes left.
Shouldn't have used her.
Shit! She's out of time.
Welcome back, Lee. We're with you.
Miss Cullen...
...Mr. Donahue would like to see you.
In a minute.
He said right now.
-What's going on?
-They made us.
Check the directory.
Where's Donahue's office?
25th