Everything okay?
-What? -Would you like another?
-Refill? -Oh, yeah. Yeah.
-Scotch, right? -Yeah.
He's late.
Yes, he is.
I just got a note. It says, "Meet me in the men's room."
I'm going to the restroom.
Meet me outside.
What's going on?
-We thought it best to cut it off. -I was sitting in there for two hours.
-He must've made us. -"Made us"? What does that mean?
He saw you? He knows what's happening? Knows I'm cooperating with police?
-Take it easy, okay? -Take it easy? Have you ever been fishing?
The bait always dies.
Oh, boy.
This ought to provide you with some juicy profiling material.
Single art dealer...
...living in constant state of organized chaos.
Purchases firearm, even though he doesn't know how to use one...
...for a false sense of security.
-You-- You can come in, you know. -No, it's all right. Thank you.
You two, back door.
You'll be safe. You have two guys in back...
-...and two in the hallway. Okay? -Great.
Just going to check the street one more time.
If you need anything, you know how to get me, Duval or Paquette?
-Yeah. Back there at the bar-- -It's okay.
No, I really wish I didn't freak out like that.
I wasn't helping anybody.
You've been great.
You're making me sound nicer than I am.
-You are nice. -No. That's--
That's the kiss of death.
What do you mean?
Us nice guys never get the girl.
I should go.
You know how to find us.
So I'm leaving.
What do you mean?
My job is done here.
You have a profile and a witness. You don't need me anymore.
Illeana...
...we need someone who can get into Asher's head.
-You have that, and you have a suspect. -That might not be enough.
What's really going on here?
Nothing.
Please. What is it?
I might be having a reaction to the witness.
A reaction?
Favorable.
One that could cloud my judgment.
I see.
Illeana...
...how long did we know each other when I was at Quantico?
-Six months. -How many times...
-...were you asked for a drink? -I don't know.
How many times did you turn them down?
-Every time. -Well...
...I think it takes a lot to cloud your judgment.
Listen, I have to catch this guy. I know you. You have to catch him too.
I really need you.
Please.
At least the food is good.
Yeah, because the art is shit.
Try not to look so much like cops.
I almost didn't recognize you without a picture of a dead body.
-That's nice. -It sounded better in my head.
-Have a drink. -No, thank you.
I mean, it's just water.
-All right? -Thank you.
-Excuse me. -This one is my favorite.
You know, it just.... I don't know why. The sky....
The sky in it reminds me of growing up in Nova Scotia.
Where'd you grow up?
-Just outside Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. -Oh, yeah? You a country girl?
-I'll let you get back to work. -Thank you.
It's him.
Freeze!
So now he's running loose again.
We lost him in the crowd. It was a fucking mob scene.
"Fucking mob scene." And Costa?
Shaken up, but he wasn't hurt.
What do you think his next move is?
I think he sees James Costa as unfinished business.
We've got Costa on a flight to Toronto tomorrow morning at 8:30.
Then I want one of you to take him personally to the airport.
Okay, I'll go.
Dismissed.
Oh, hey. Would you mind taking these?
-We are running a little late. -Yeah, I know. I know, I'm coming.
Hi, James.
Where you going?
Not leaving, are you?
Come on, after all these fun games we've been playing?
All this time that I've put into it?
Take a seat.
There's a police officer outside your apartment.
I also couldn't help but notice that you've been packing.
And that...
...is not...
...okay!
Now, I thought you and l had a special relationship.
The kind that demanded a great deal of respect.
But obviously, you don't understand.
So I'm gonna explain it to you again.
You have something that I want.
Therefore...
...it's mine.
So this idea of running away...
...it's not gonna happen.
I need you to answer something for me.
What did you tell the police about me?
What do the police know about--?
Help!
Help me!
Help!
Drop it.
I said, drop it!
This is Agent Scott. Officer down, 219 St. Amelie.
Shit.
Help!
Is he dead?
Help! Is he dead?
-He shot Duval. -Drop your weapon!
It's him?
-Drop your weapon! -It's him. It's Asher!
-Drop your weapon! -He shot Duval.
Move, move! Go!
He was lucky.
An accident like this, only stitches.
Do you know where he was taking you, Mr. Costa?
I have no idea.
I think he wanted to add Mr. Costa to his collection.
I'm so sorry about lnspector Duval.
He was trying to save my life.
-So, what now? -We got our lab results.
Asher's DNA matches the hairs found on Clive Morin's body.
So it's over?
I will need a statement from you, some paperwork.
Other than that, yeah, it's over.
You did a very brave thing in that car today, Mr. Costa.
You were great.
Thank you.
Bye.
-May I help you? -Call Ms. Scott's room, please.
Of course.
I'm so sorry, sir. She has a "do not disturb."
Can I take a message for her?
No.
What?
It's the stitches.
Looks like you opened up some last night.
I'll have to redo some of them.
-They got art down there, don't they? -What?
Down there in Washington, D.C.
Those politician types, they like to hang things on their walls, don't they?
I'm just saying, I could start a little....
You know, a gallery.
I could find a space there.
They have galleries there, right?
Oh, God.
Where is it? Oh, my God.
Scott.
She's here?
No. I'm in the hospital already. I'm just here with a friend.
-Be gentle. -I'll be right up. Okay.
That was Leclair.
-I have to meet him upstairs. -Sorry.
Do you wanna come back here or meet in the lobby?
Lobby.
All right.
How's your friend?
-He's fine. -I know this is unpleasant for you...
...but if you could just give us a definitive identification.
I understand.
Can't touch the body.
I'll touch anything I wish.
Crazy old bat.
Mrs. Asher?
Mrs. Asher!
Mrs. Asher?
Hello, Mother.
All I ever wanted...
...was to love you.
But you wouldn't let me.
It was always Reese.
You could have had me forever, but you...
...ruined it. You ruined...
...everything.
Step back, Martin.
You don't frighten me.
Illeana!
Costa did it.
Costa is Asher.
-What did you say? -Oh, shit!
-Costa did it. -Where is he?
-Where? -Elevator.
-Down? Up? -Down!
Which one?
Fuck!
Come on, for fuck's sakes.
Hey, man. I found these in the machine. Are they yours?
-Yeah. Thanks, man. -I was buying a pack....
You don't trust us, but you did trust her enough to come here and fuck our killer.
Case was closed. She's handled herself in a professional manner.
Bullshit!
Tell that to Duval. You remember Duval?
And the poor bastard lying in the morgue?
I know how you feel.
If you have something to say, say it to me.
-What did you say? -If you have something to say--
Paquette!
For the past four years, I've been scouting for the League.
Quebec, Alberta, Manitoba, BC last year.
Whenever I hear about some star kid.
-Always traveling? -You get used to it after a while.
-Tough on the wife, though. -Not married.
No? So it's just you and the two sisters, right?
Susan and Debbie.
And where are they?
-They're back home in Tracadie. -Tracadie.
Hockey's big out there.
Yeah, there's nothing else to do in that fucking town.
-You play as a kid? -Yeah, a little.
World Junior Team two years in a row.
No shit. I could tell, I could tell.
You got all that residual confidence left over from being a golden boy.
The way you smoke...
...your voice...
...it's a little low.
Trying to be cool, so kids at the rink don't know what a loser you've become.
What the fuck you saying, man?
Don't get tense.
That's Christopher Hart.
-What do we know about him? -He's a drug addict and an art thief.
Costa was selling stolen art for him.
E-mails show Costa wasn't paying him.
All Hart wanted was his money.
He owed him over $80,000.
Costa set him up.
Yeah.
Hi. Are you there?
It's me.
-Who is this? -You know who it is.
Come on, Illeana.
You didn't fall for James Costa.
Somebody as beautiful and powerful as you...
...doesn't fall for a faggy art dealer.
Okay?
That guy was nothing, all right? I didn't take his life, I lived it.
I was the best thing that ever happened to that guy.
You looked at him...
...and you saw me.
And I looked at you, and I saw you.
And we are the same.
Fuck you.
"Fuck you"?
Fuck you. Yeah, I did fuck you.
Remember making love with those pictures of the dead people around us?
Let's face it, Illeana...
...an ordinary person does not love that as much as we did.
I mean, coming inside of you was the best moment of my life.
And I feel so much better now.
Everything just keeps going my way, you know?
Bye-bye.
-What'd he say? -Where is he?
A hit. Morin's credit card. Bought a train ticket...
-...to Moncton 3 hours ago. -He'll be there in 20 minutes.
Get Commander Hache on the phone and the Moncton director.
I'll be fine.
Thank you.
I want a cup of coffee, I go to the diner across the street.
I come back in, the door's busted open, and my desk is all messed up.
This isn't a coincidence, is it?
Help!
Police!
Seal off all the exits. Now, now! Do it now!
You.
After carefully reviewing Special Agent Scott's record with the Bureau...
...the Office of Professional Responsibility has issued a letter of termination...
...citing egregious lack of judgment...
...and conduct unbecoming of a federal agent.
Though the Bureau is saddened to lose an agent of your caliber...
...we're confident that this decision will best serve all parties involved.
Last reported observation at Fort Collins airport...
...showed wind gusts to 80 knots.
Clouds to 8000 feet. Visibility, two miles.
Air temperature currently 10 degrees. National weather forecast....
Sweetheart, you should get yourself home.
It's miserable out there.
-Thanks. See you, Liz. -See you.
-You be careful, huh? -I will.
I scared you. I'm sorry.
Come on, have a seat.
No, no. Come on, have a seat.
You were making some tea?
All right, let me make you a cup.
Are you...? What are you looking for?
You looking...?
You looking for this?
Now, you see, that's got me very confused, Illeana.
I mean, you got these planted all over the house.
Got this one behind the fridge.
You got one under the bed...
...the underside of the bathtub.
You must be awfully scared out here on your own.
Is that it?
You feeling scared?
I followed all that business down there in Washington...
...which, I thought...
...was completely bogus, by the way.
They were lucky to have you. Very lucky.
But then you just disappeared.
You dropped out.
You left a few footprints, though, didn't you?
I thought you were pretty easy to find.
Come out here, there's never any cops around.
You don't make any phone calls.
Here you go.
Careful, it's still hot.
And then I saw that your belly was growing...
...and I knew that you were waiting for me.
They're boys, aren't they?
Twins?
I like going into their room.
It's full of so much love and warmth.
I can....
I can picture them in there, playing...
...having fun.
You and I...
...watching...
...and laughing.
You and l.
We can start fresh.
We can do this.
What? What is it?
I don't want to.
I'm sorry. Those are our babies.
-I know those are. -These are not your babies.
These are James Costa's babies.
I don't know who you are.
Why would you say something like that?
-Take it back. -Okay, okay. I take it back. I take it back!
All right.
All right. Well, then stand up. Come on.
Stand up.
You okay?
-Whose babies are they? -Yours.
They're mine?
Give me a kiss.
Kiss me.
It's all right.
I'm not gonna kill you. I'm gonna do this until you pass out.
You're probably getting light-headed right about now. That's all right. Relax.
It's okay.
Okay. All right, come.
Give those to me.
It's all right. It's all right.
Hey, calm down. Give it to me.
Calm down.
Give it to me. All right?
What are you doing?
What is wrong with you?
Okay!
You gonna calm down? I'm not gonna hurt you, all right?
I don't want to hurt you.
-Are you gonna calm down? -Yes! Yes. Yes.
Everything you saw...
...I wanted you to see.
Fuck you.
Hello. Inspector Leclair.
-Leclair. -Illeana. I was worried.
Is it done?
-It's over. -Good. Stay put. I'll call this is in.
They'll be there soon.