visitors are required to step in
the security stations on the right.
Security.
Wait a minute. Stop her!
MAN:
Stop! Hey!
Lee.
Go, go, go!
Suspect's fleeing--
MAN 1:
Our hard evidence.
It's all yours, gentlemen.
We've handled these
types of situations before.
You still haven't answered my question.
We told you there'd be risks.
You also told me I would be under
complete protection the entire time.
The operation didn't go
as smoothly as we anticipated.
I'd say that's an understatement.
Remember, Miss Cullen, you came to us.
I came to you with a clerical error.
You asked for my help.
MAN 2:
And we got it.
If Cyrez is selling weapons technology,
that's high treason.
This disk and your testimony will help us put
them and their coconspirators behind bars.
You've done a great service
for your country, Miss Cullen.
Now it's time to think about your safety.
MAN 3: This is U.S. Marshal John Kruger
of the Witness Protection Program.
He'll be handling your personal security.
My protection?
Your new identity, relocation.
I'll take you through it step by step.
What are you talking about?
I'm not going anywhere.
You're in an extremely high-risk situation,
Miss Cullen.
That should have been explained to you.
Your boss was just a middleman, Lee.
There are more dangerous people
involved.
So you expect me to, what,
give up my whole life over this?
Just until the trial.
Then you'll be completely out of danger.
And how do you know that, huh?
-How do you know?
-Miss Cullen--
No, look, I will keep up my end
of the bargain. I will testify.
But that's it.
I'm going home.
Put people on her right away...
...or we'll need a sYou can't hide, Johnny!
Nobody hides from us!
Shit!
Get me ice. I broke my goddamn hand.
Sure, boss.
Fuck you!
Just do me!
Sure, Johnny. But first...
...Mr. Canelli wants a little souvenir.
Open up!
Open up!
We'll send this to your
Witness Protection buddies.
See if it sings on its own.
They can take it to the trial.
Open up!
Benny?
Who the hell are you?
Close your eyes.
Who are you?!
Shut up!
You too!
It's okay.
Do what he says.
Don't move. You're 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