One, two, three, go.
♪ My baby don't mess around ♪
♪ Because she loves me so and this I know for sure ♪
♪ But does she really wanna ♪
♪ But can't stand to see me walk out the door ♪
(Daniel) 'I'm not playing games here. Don't threaten me.'
I'm not afraid of you people.
I know what this is really worth.
How much longer is this gonna take?
I'm trying to conduct business here.
I just gotta get a part out of the van, Mr. Brooks.
We'll be all set.
♪ 'Cause we don't know how ♪
[cell phone beeps]
(Donnelly) 'You take care of it?'
Not yet.
Listen, are you sure about this target?
[Donnelly laughs]
'You're the only guy in the business'
'who asks these kinds of questions.'
'Brooks got himself into this mess.'
'That's all you need to know.'
'Don't call me again till it's done.'
[gun clicks]
[instrumental music]
(Daniel) 'So don't threaten me. I'm not..'
♪ Shake it shake it ♪
♪ Sh-shake it like a polaroid picture ♪
[gunshot]
Yoga crap again, huh?
I told you, it's Tai Chi.
There's a guy on the phone
says he's an old friend of yours Donnelly.
Yeah.
So when was the last time you been in there?
About seven years ago. Things haven't changed much.
Same charming clientele, huh?
That's pretty safe to say.
Ain't nothing safe about that place.
Are you worried about me?
I'm just saying, that place, those people
that's part of your past.
Don't you think it's better you kept it there?
Oh, it's just a conversation.
So who's this Donnelly guy?
- Just a guy. - Yeah, but a bad guy, right?
See, 'cause that's a bad-guy bar
so he must be a bad guy.
Are you coming? It's your last chance.
Hell no.
I hate bad guys.
[rock music]
♪ Whatever you want ♪
♪ Whatever you need ♪
♪ If you want me ♪
A-ha.
You don't write. You don't call.
Way to make an old buddy feel forgotten.
I haven't forgotten anything.
So, what's so important that I gotta be here right away?
(Donnelly) 'This just came down.'
'It's got a lot of heat on it.'
You know I don't do that kind of work anymore.
It's not that side of the job, Chance.
They already hired somebody to do the hit
and he's the best in the business.
You, seven years ago.
[music continues]
Why are you giving me this?
I knew you'd be interested, that's all.
Might wanna fix it.
If you can't save her, nobody can.
Tell me everything you know about this job.
You know I can't give you anything else.
I'd be a dead man, if I'm not already.
The only thing I can say is
it goes down soon, real soon.
You torch the place, I hope?
We're taking the case, starting right now.
(Winston) 'Okay, what are the details?'
I don't know.
(Winston) 'Then why is she being targeted?'
(Christopher) 'I don't know.'
Okay, so you wanna tell me why we're taking this case?
Seven years ago..
I killed her husband.
[theme music]
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
(Winston) 'When I scan in this photo'
we should be able to get a full ID.
Oh.
Any idea how one would scan a photo
into this fancy, expensive computer
that Ilsa bought us?
Look at this thing.
I wonder if there's a manual for the manual.
[computer beeping]
(Christopher) 'Alright, two hits called in'
one on each spouse, seven years apart.
They got to be connected. We just gotta figure out how.
Yeah, well, it would be helpful to know
'who hired you back then.'
I got my assignments from Donnelly or the old man.
I never knew who ordered the hits.
I just made sure that the target was in the game.
I didn't have any details on their personal lives.
I didn't even know this guy was married.
Rebecca Brooks, age 35.
Renowned economics professor
at Northern Cal university.
Husband, Daniel, also Northern Cal.
- 'Economics professor.' - Economics?
Not exactly a life-threatening career choice.
She's got a few of these social-networking accounts
'a couple dating services.'
Ugh, not for me.
I get my dates the old-fashioned way.
(Guerrero) 'Pay for it?'
Church.
Who's the dude?
You're drunk.
You're not wearing your glasses.
They fell into a meat grinder.
New pair won't be ready until tomorrow.
So I got your message.
Where'd the new case come from?
Donnelly brought it in.
Donnelly?
What's his angle?
Well, he claims he's trying to save the woman
but he won't give up who called in the hit.
I think you might have to lean on him a little bit.
Alright.
'Hey, profile says she's got a date today'
at the Berkeley diner, 12:00 noon.
If we could find this this easily, so can an assassin.
Alright, I'm gonna go to the diner, get there early,
pretend to be her date, get her out of there
and try to explain what's going on.
I will quarterback from the van.
Chance, I know this is important to you
'but I don't trust Donnelly'
so don't do anything crazy.
Who, me?
What about me?
Obviously I can't drive the Eldo in this condition.
Who's gonna take me to Donnelly?
[instrumental music]
I dig your car, by the way.
Cadillacs are so rock and roll.
I'll forget more about Cadillacs
when I go to sleep tonight than you'll ever know
in your entire life.
Relax.
So where am I taking you
the dentist, pottery class, what?
I'm going to see a broker.
- What, like a stockbroker? - Like an assassination broker.
A go-between for hit men
and people who want somebody dead.
'He's in Drake's Bar, 820 Geary Street.'
Yeah?
Yes, it is.
You are not going in.
'You're not ready.'
Are you serious? I'm not ready?
I have been hustling on the streets...
Look, I don't wanna hear your bad-girl resume, okay?
You're not going in 'cause you're JV.
The guys in there are varsity.
'Eyes on the road.'
[tires squeal]
Mrs. Pucci.
Mr. Winston, I'm glad I caught you.
I was reviewing the company books
and there's a few things I'd like to discuss with you.
Walk with me to my office.
Um, I thought you were gonna be in Hong Kong for a week.
Yes, I was. It went better than expected.
So here I am. Let's take advantage.
Now, firstly, how's the new equipment?
Good. Complex, but..
Yes, I wasn't sure about weapons.
I figured I'd let you order them
and then I'll reimburse you.
I've got a catalog from a friend in Israel.
You don't see any need for a tank, do you?
Not immediately.
Listen, could we talk about this later?
I'm just headin' out.
Oh, on a job?
Yeah, I'll be back soon. I won't be gone long.
Oh, well, fabulous. Well, I'll come with you.
What better way to learn about how you operate
than on-the-job training?
Um, Mrs. Pucci
I'd be more than happy to walk you through
our organization some other time.
But right now we're on assignment.
Lives are at stake.
Yes, I understand perfectly well what the stakes are
when we are on a job.
Now, tell me, where are you going?
To run surveillance for Chance.
Listen, what happened to all that absentee-owner jazz?
The new surveillance van comfortably seats seven.
You won't even know I'm there.
Mrs. Pucci, these jobs we go on
can get more than a little messy.
You've been through a lot lately.
Are you sure you can handle something like this right now?
Luckily, I'm an employer that appreciates
her staff's unfiltered opinions.
So thanks for that.
And in answer to your question
yes, I'm quite sure I can handle this.
Come along.
[upbeat music]
(Christopher) 'I'm on scene.'
I got eyes on Rebecca. She's still solo.
You got that information yet?
Here's the profile he sent her.
The date's name is Kevin Heller.
He's a doctor at Marin General, six feet tall, dark hair.
Chance looks nothing like that man.
How's he gonna pull this off?
Is that Ilsa?
Yes, the boss is back in town
wanted to join us and see how we work.
'Let's keep that in mind, shall we?'
"Rebecca Brooks."
Why is someone trying to kill her?
Don't know yet.
(Ilsa) 'She's wearing a wedding ring in this photo.'
But she's on a blind date.
Is she divorced?
As a matter of fact
her husband was murdered several years ago.
Oh, I see.
(Winston) 'Stay focused, Chance.'
We gotta get her out of there, remember?
(Christopher) Rebecca?
Hi, I'm Kevin.
You are?
Yeah, that online photo
it's from a while ago.
It's when I used to dye my hair.
[Rebecca laughs]
I hope you're not disappointed.
No, no, not at all.
Good, this is kinda new to me
this internet dating.
Oh, God, I know.
This is my first time, actually.
Really? Me too.
Alright, come on, come on, come on, come on.
(Christopher) Kind of a crazy thing, I have this doctor friend
he said he got food poisoning here.
Obviously I probably shouldn't have recommended
the place, so..
I recommended it.
(Christopher) 'Oh, yes..'
but I agreed with you, so..
I was wondering if you're into going to some other place
'maybe Theodore's up in North Berkeley?'
- Uh.. - 'Rebecca?'
I'm Kevin.
If you're Kevin, who are you?
Look, I'm sorry.
'I saw your profile.'
I really wanted to meet you, so..
Uh, what's going on?
(Rebecca) 'I-I..'
It's all too weird for me.
I think I'm just gonna go.
Nice to almost meet you.
Winston, we got our guy.
- He's the assassin? - Where's he headed?
Wait, Rebecca.
Don't take one more step towards me
or I will call the cops.
You're in danger. Listen to me.
'Stay away from me.'
[instrumental music]
[tires squeal]
Get in! Get in now!
[gunfire]
What is happening? Who are you?
I'm saving your life.
[engine revving]
[screams]
[gunfire]
[glass shatters]
[dramatic music]
[tires screeching]
[screaming]
[glass shatters]
[gunfire]
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
[gunshot]
[tires screeching]
Internet dating..
It's crazy, huh?
[horn honking]
(Christopher) 'Give us a second, Mrs. Brooks.'
So is there any ID on the assassin?
No, there was no trace of him
by the time we reached the parking garage.
Why is she in there alone?
I was just in there.
Mrs. Brooks, my name's Ilsa Pucci.
I just wanted to see how you were doing.
How-how am I doing? I'm freaking out.
What-what is this place?
I don't know what is going on
and somebody just tried to kill me.
I know, and you must feel
very frightened right now.
You have no idea how I feel!
Very recently, Mr. Chance and his team
helped protect me after my husband died.
I saw them work.
It's why I'm financing this company.
'These men..'
'...they saved my life.'
His name's Christopher Chance.
And you can trust him.
(Rebecca) 'I still don't understand exactly what's going on here'
'but I-I suppose I owe you a thank-you.'
Well, you can thank us when you're out of danger for good.
(Winston) 'Mrs. Brooks, we believe that the attempt on your life today'
is directly connected with your husband's murder.
I don't understand.
My-my husband was killed in a robbery.
(Winston) 'I'm afraid that's not what we think.'
Can you think of any reason
why someone would have targeted your husband?
"Targeted"?
No, of course not.
M-my husband was an economics professor.
What was he working on when he was killed?
Oh..
Um..
We share the same pretty obscure specialty.
Predictive Economics and, um, his last project
'was a fairly minor theory.'
He loved baseball, and he was working on a formula
to predict, uh, price changes for ballpark tickets.
I mean, it was certainly nothing to kill for.
'He didn't even finish it.'
You still have a copy of it?
No.
But I-I just applied for a grant to complete it
to finish it in his memory.
That's what set this in motion.
Somebody found out you're going to finish this paper.
Where are your husband's papers now, Mrs. Brooks?
All Daniel's work is kept at the university archives.
I was gonna take it out this week.
Well, we've got to get them out now.
There's something in that theory worth killing for.
[rock music]
(Guerrero) 'Donnelly, dude, how are you?'
Still drinking in the middle of the afternoon, I see.
You know what? Good for you.
Liver's pickled anyway, right?
I told Chance everything I know.
Yeah, I heard that.
Real bro move of you, too. Thanks for that.
No problem.
Sure you didn't forget anything?
Positive.
Okay.
Good enough for me.
So I hear you're interested in switching teams, then, huh?
'Coming over to work for Chance?'
Guerrero, don't do this.
If I say anything else, I'm dead, and you know it.
The way I see it, dude
it's either you or Rebecca Brooks.
She's cuter.
Tell me who ordered the hit now
or I'll tell everybody in this bar
you're playing both sides.
Then I go over to your daughter's apartment.
She's still over on Ellis, right?
How long did you expect me to sit out there?
Who the hell are you?
I told you to wait in the car.
I'm not your dog. I'm your girlfriend.
Now, uh, go get me a cocktail
introduce me to your friend, and, uh, start acting
like you're the luckiest guy in this bar.
Leave... now.
I guess my mother was right about you.
[car horn honking]
I was just about to get the info.
I figured whoever he's been talking to
has got to be in his recent calls, right?
We could just do a reverse search on the list
ID the contact.
Let's be clear about something.
I was just about to get him
to tell me the name of his contact
which, by definition, would have been faster.
Maybe, but, uh, I just got the guy's number.
I'm just saying that..
Drive.
[engine turns over]
(Christopher) 'We're at the university, Winston, heading in now.'
[computer beeping]
Alright. Working on the feed.
Stand by.
How are you able to have access
to the university security feeds?
You hack in.
Well, I assume that's illegal.
That an issue?
Halls are clear to the archives.
- Restricted access? - Because of the archives.
- Damn it. - What.
(Rebecca) 'It's just the clerk on duty, Harrison'
he's very nice, but he tends to be incredibly chatty.
He's been asking me out since Daniel died.
We don't have much time for small talk.
Maybe I should just go in and talk to him and..
No, no, no. It'll-it'll be fine.
[door buzzes]
- Hi. - Professor Brooks.
Hi. Hello.
Um, I haven't seen you in a while.
Harrison, I-I was wondering if you could get me
the bin number for Daniel's papers.
Yeah. Can do.
Uh..
It seems Professor Brooks
had his papers shipped out July 9, 2003.
That's right before he died.
Where'd he ship them to?
Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
I can't give that information out
without written approval.
- Harrison, listen to me... - Rebecca..
Let me just have a word with Harrison.
So, Harrison
I'm not really a friend of Mrs. Brooks.
I'm actually an insurance adjuster.
I'm here to settle some of her husband's affairs.
Now, she told me you guys were close.
So I was thinking maybe you could help her out.
Just give us that address.
Um..
She said we were close?
'Don't tell anyone.'
8564 Belvedere Road, Tiburon.
That's a family home outside the city
where we used to spend weekends before Daniel died.
That's where he was killed.
We got a name off Donnelly. Some lawyer.
We're heading his way now.
Lawyer, huh? What firm?
(Guerrero) 'Bergman-Fox.'
Oh, not a firm, it's an investment bank.
Small and very private.
It's gotta be the same people that hired Chance
to kill Rebecca's husband.
Chance killed her husband?
'That's why we're involved in this case?'
And she has no idea?
Winston, I told her she could trust him.
She can.
Protecting her life is the only thing
that matters to him right now.
Winston.
Chance, he's headed right for you.
- Wait. - 'He's around the corner.'
(Christopher) 'Get down.'
[glass shatters]
[screaming]
Harrison, get down!
[gunshot]
[intense music]
[gasping]
- 'Where is he?' - 'He's right on your tail.'
You gotta get him off you. He's way too close.
Where am I? What's around me?
'What can I use?'
End of the hall
your left, there's a chem lab.
Okay.
You guys should probably get out of here. Now!
Grab this extinguisher, right there.
[indistinct yelling]
[indistinct shouting]
[grunts]
(Christopher) 'Come on.'
[indistinct chatter ]
(police officer ♪1) 'He came down this way.'
(Winston) 'Okay, okay, keep moving.'
Keep moving.
Last door on your right is an exit.
Hold it. Stop.
Stop.
Come on, we gotta try and sneak past them.
- You okay? - Not really.
Hey, listen, you were amazing up there.
All we gotta do is get through this door
and we're in the car, okay?
(Rebecca) 'Seeing that man..'
Knowing he could be the one who killed my husband..
[sobbing]
Maybe you're right. Maybe I can't handle this.
[instrumental music]
You have to believe me.
I don't know anything about any hit man
or this "books" woman you keep mentioning.
- Brooks. - What?
Her name is Brooks, Rebecca Brooks.
- Did I tell him "books"? - I don't think so.
Is that a common stall tactic
pretending like they were told a different name?
It happens occasionally.
Go get my tackle box out of the car.
It's in the exceptionally roomy trunk.
- Tackle box? - 'Yeah.'
This is-this is crazy!
I don't know anything!
I am a lawyer at an investment bank
for God sakes!
A lawyer and an investment banker?
Wow.
I'm really gonna enjoy this.
Have any allergies I should know about?
Okay, okay.
Look..
[groans]
All I know is that this, uh-this woman..
- Mrs. Brooks. - Yeah, yeah.
Her husband was blackmailing the firm.
What did he have on them?
'What's it got to do with his wife?'
I don't know.
All I was told is that she'd be dealt with.
Okay.
(Ames) 'Are you stupid or something?'
Seriously, are you one of those guys from Harvard
who can't tie his own shoes?
Do you have any idea who this man is?
What Jay-Z is to rap
what Louis Vuitton is to luggage
he is to torturing the truth out of people.
(Guerrero) 'You done?'
You might wanna save the speeches for Malcolm X.
Okay.
We'll find out what he knows
if you go get my stuff out of the car.
[glass cracks]
[gunfire]
[grunts]
Damn it.
A simple thank-you would suffice.
What do you mean somebody shot him? Who?
(Guerrero) 'Don't know, dude.'
The only thing we got is that the woman's husband
was blackmailing the bank where the lawyer worked.
Whoever popped the lawyer sure did have some good timing.
A little too good, if you ask me.
Alright, call me if you get anything else.
What's happened?
The lawyer's dead.
I don't understand. What does that mean?
- Where are you going? - To find him.
Chance is in trouble.
I gotta figure out what's going on.
Yes, but it's his trouble, isn't it?
Let's be honest here, Mr. Winston.
Isn't that why he's involved in the first place?
Because of what he did to her
to her husband, to all of them?
With all due respect, Mrs. Pucci
but you knew about Chance's past
when you decided to work with us.
I told you these things get messy.
And not just the logistics, but that's how it is.
That's how it is for Chance, for me, for all of us.
And you're right.
His past is the reason why he's on this case.
It's also the reason why he'd gladly let himself get killed
to protect Mrs. Brooks, but I can't let that happen.
Understand?
When this is over, you'll have to tell her.
And if you don't, I will.
Hey, let me tell you something.
When this is over, if Chance is even alive..
He'll tell her.
[engine revving]
[Rebecca sighs]
Daniel's grandfather built this house.
Listen, I know this is tough
but the sooner we can get in there
and find whatever it was
your husband was working on
the sooner you can put whatever it was
that happened to you behind you..
For good.
[switch clicks]
'Do you know if he has' a separate filing cabinet?
'Rebecca, I need you to focus. I need your help here.'
Whoever this assassin is
he's probably on his way here.
Here?
But you..
How do you know that?
'Cause it's what I would do.
In this business, it pays to assume whoever's after you
is at least as smart as you are.
There's an attic here.
Is it sealed?
I don't-I don't think so.
Let's check it out.
I-I don't ever rember being up here.
- What's your birthday? - August 3rd. Why?
[keypad beeping]
[instrumental music]
A gun?
[cocks gun]
Why-why would he have a gun?
Mrs. Pucci, I'm a nice man
but everyone has a breaking point
and you're about to see mine.
Mr. Winston, as the owner of this agency
I'm just as responsible for Mr. Chance's actions
as he is.
So I suggest you start driving
especially if he's in as much danger as you say he is.
What are you waiting for?
I swear, if you weren't my boss, I'd shoot you.
[engine turns over]
It's-it's remarkable.
It-it turns out Daniel's theory
can be applied to stock-market behavior.
It basically decodes
how-how you could manipulate the system.
It's astonish..
Stay calm.
[dramatic music]
There's a storm door by the stairs.
We can get out that way.
'Storm door, how do you..'
How do you know about the storm door?
Because I saw it on the way in.
Rebecca, we've got to get out of here now.
You don't understand the kind of man
who is trying to kill you.
[gun cocks]
And you do, Mr. Chance?
How do you know so much about this house?
The storm door and-and the attic?
About all of it, me and Daniel
and how all these pieces fit together?
It's my job.
The storm door..
Is how the police said
whoever killed Daniel got in here.
Rebecca, listen to me..
Do you know who's trying to kill me?
Do you know who killed my husband?
Answer me!
I killed your husband.
You what?
Rebecca, I have no idea how you must be feeling
but right now I am the only person who can protect you.
[gunshot]
[grunts]
You, you killed Daniel.
There is an assassin in this house.
I can protect you.
I should kill you right now for what you did!
[glass shattering]
Rebecca, listen!
[breathing heavily]
Come on, Chance, answer your phone. Answer your..
[horn honking]
Careful! It won't help anyone
if we don't make it there alive.
Fine. Drive how you like.
[panting]
I knew this case would come back and bite him in the ass.
'I knew it would. That's why I told him not to take it.'
But he didn't listen.
He never listens, kind of like you
except at least he can fight.
I just hope we ain't too late.
Are you really that worried about him?
Your damn right I'm worried about him!
He ain't thinkin' straight.
He hasn't been thinking straight
this whole case.
- What do you mean? - 'I mean..'
Yes, he's done a lot of terrible things in his past.
I'm not gonna argue that point.
But he's also the guy
who's trying to make everything right.
And that makes him vulnerable
to all the bad guys out there
'who think they can exploit' that.
I suppose redemption comes at a price.
Yeah.
[dramatic music]
[muffled grunting]
[both grunting]
[clattering]
[grunting]
[groans]
[gun cocks]
[screaming]
Rebecca..
[gun cocks]
You killed Daniel.
You deserve to die.
You're right.
I do.
'Go ahead.'
'Just pull the trigger.'
No one will blame you, least of all me.
(Donnelly) 'Don't be so hard on yourself.'
Rebecca, don't!
'I gotta hand it to you, Chance.'
A part of me was wondering whether or not
you'd even be able to pull it off.
Protecting her from that monster
'still finding the husband's theory.'
Who the hell are you?
I'm the man who hired him to kill your husband.
'It wasn't anything personal, mind you.'
'It's just business.'
Like me killing you both now
it's just business.
When I saw how much someone was offering for the hit
I figured that theory would provide me
with a nice retirement.
That's what all this is about?
About money?
(Donnelly) 'Almost always is.'
Except for our friend Chance here.
'This guy's got a conscience.'
I always tried to tell him that was bad for business
but he never listened.
I'm sorry for what I did.
'I know it doesn't matter now, but..'
I'm sorry.
[gun cocks]
[gunshot]
[gasps]
[splashes]
I told you, I hate bad guys.
[instrumental music]
Hey dude.
What's this?
It's what we pulled off
the dead lawyer's computer.
It's the full story on Daniel Brooks. The, uh..
The guy had been blackmailing the bank for years
had a secret account with millions in the Caymans.
He was planning on making a run for it
wasn't really the settle-down type.
Did someone tell you to speak?
[scoffs] Okay, you know what?
Enough of the whole Don Corleone thing.
I'm the one who got the lawyer's info
off Donnelly, remember?
All I'm saying is I demand some respect.
Demand?
Okay, may-maybe not demand..
Suggest... strongly.
Nice work, Ames. Thanks.
My pleasure.
Let's go.
Where?
Okay.
- She has no idea. - Who?
Rebecca.
About who her husband really was.
That doesn't forgive me for what I did.
Not to him, not to anyone else.
(Winston) Well, the assassin that Chance took out yesterday
is now in police custody
but he was just a hired gun.
The lawyer at the investment bank was his only contact.
Unfortunately, Donnelly killed him
'before we had a chance to get enough information.'
Tracing things back to anyone else at the firm
at this point is highly unlikely.
The formula your husband created
'it's very, very valuable information'
if it's in the right hands.
It will be.
I gave it to a reporter I know
at the National Business Journal.
Daniel would have been thrilled
to see his work published.
Well, you did the right thing.
I'm glad we could help you.
I have to ask you, Mrs. Pucci, how do you do it?
Do what?
Work with him.
'Be in the same room as him.'
[sighs] Rebecca..
I think I understand how hard
these last few days have been for you.
I know the pain of losing someone you love.
I guess all I can say is..
I hope you find the strength
to move past all the hurt
and the anger that comes with it.
And I hope I do, too.
Mr. Chance..
My husband was a good man..
An innocent man.
'Do you think that saving me makes up for what you did?'
'Is that it?'
Well, it doesn't.
[instrumental music]
Why didn't you tell her the truth
'about her husband?'
She doesn't need to hear it.
Well, maybe she does.
That's not what I'm here for.
I'm here to protect her. That's what she need.
That's what I do.
[rock music]
Do you wanna tell me why we're here?
Nope.
Sorry, Guerrero, bring-your-daughter-to-drink day
'isn't until next month.'
Nice one, bro. Real zinger.
Reminds me of the joke I know about your brother.
Carl, right?
Drives that green hatchback.
The punch line is he drives off a bridge.
- You wanna hear it? - What do you want?
Club soda.
- And, uh.. - And what?
And I can't believe I'm doing this.
Open up a tab for her.
Stop smiling.
[instrumental music]
Expense reports.
How is he okay with it?
With what?
All of it.
He's not. None of us are.
That's why we try to make things right when we can..
If we can.
[phone ringing]
Somebody gonna answer that?
[ringing continues]
Hello?
(man on telephone) 'I got your agency's number'
'from a friend.'
'I think someone's trying to kill me.'
'Hello? Hello?'
Yes, I think we can help.
[instrumental music]
[theme music]