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Agent 47, wake up.

Agent 47,

I just got word your mission is over.

It's been terminated.

Take a drink of this.

I'm sorry, I don't really like the taste.

Okay, I hear that.

But it's policy.

Please, no! I don't like the taste!

I understand, but my hands are tied.

It's policy.

Come on now, keep your mouth open.

There's nothing I can do. I'm just following procedure.

You should feel good.

What you've accomplished...

the definition of a job well done.

So... would you like to see your next mission?

No...!

No!

Your next assignment involves research into the effects of gravity

on the human skull.

My friends here are going to let go of your legs.

And then, we're all going to place bets on how big a spot

you leave on the sidewalk.

Pretty exciting, huh?

One... - No, no, please!

two...

This isn't what I signed up for!

three.

You okay?

I just had the craziest dream.

Did you just hear yourself?

No, I mean, David Carradine was in it.

He fell to his death.

These guys, they pushed him off this building and he died.

That's what I dreamt about.

Wow. That sounds damn near...

normal.

You think so?

Yeah, absolutely.

To be perfectly honest, I just had a crazy dream, too.

No kidding?

No. I was on a desert island

and there was no one there but me and Angelina Jolie.

What are you... - That's not funny.

I thought we were having a conversation.

I don't even find her attractive.

What are you doing?

Shh!

You're not supposed to read at the table.

Mom.

What, Ariel?

Nothing.

It's 20 after 7:00. Why did you let me sleep?

I don't know. You seemed happy.

Besides, there's no way I was going to get between you and Angelina.

Who's Angelina?

No one.

A friend of your father's.

I take it there are no mentions of Grasshopper tumbling to his death in this morning's paper.

No, not a one.

Hmm.

What's that?

What's what?

That.

That quiet.

I find it unsettling at this hour of the morning.

Where's the noise? Where's the commotion?

Bridgette's reading.

Shh! Shh!

Danielle in Danger? Didn't we read that last night, Bridge?

I know, but I really like it.

Danielle in Danger, Danielle in Distress, Danielle in the Deep End--

she has them all. She reads them all the time.

Last time, I found her in the bathroom reading it.

They're good.

You're getting food all over it.

Am not. Am not.

And the only reason I'm reading it again

is because we don't have any more, and I like it.

And I like that you like it.

I'm going to stop by the bookstore on my way home from work tonight.

Whatever else Danielle is in,

I'm going to find it.

Really?

Sure.

Danielle at the Deli, Danielle in Duluth, Danielle in the Dumps.

Wherever Danielle has been,

I'm going to find it.

I must apologize for the other evening.

Is there some reason you won't look at me?

I mean, other than the obvious.

It must have been a horrible way to die.

I was left with no choice.

The agency was left with no choice. I mean,

we have to preserve the code.

Right?

I just hope that someday...

you find a way to forgive us all.

Ma'am, are you getting out?

I'm not a big one to solicit favors.

My wife does charity work with a woman named Jessica Delany.

Her brother's been missing for almost two weeks now, and...

she asked me if I knew someone who could check it out without actually making it a police matter.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Her brother's apparently something of a wild hair.

Hasn't been able to hold down a job for years, pretty eccentric guy.

But it's not like him to not stay in touch.

And as I mentioned, they've not been able to make contact with him for almost two weeks.

She and her husband basically support him.

I still don't get it. Why call you?

Why avoid the police? And if you've got to avoid the police,

why not just hire a private detective?

They did hire a private detective. He came up with nothing.

So why not go to the police?

Apparently, along with a host of other eccentric habits,

this guy's terrified of the police.

They're worried that if law enforcement starts snooping around,

he'll never come out of hiding.

I was hoping between the two of you...

Sure.

I can do the usual-- call the hospitals, the morgue.

And, if you don't mind,

this is his address and his landlord's phone number.

The landlord's been told to expect a phone call from a family friend

who might show up, want to take a look around.

I'm happy to try.

You want some company?

Sure.

I'll call you after I make contact with the landlord.

Codes are amazing, aren't they Miss Dubois?

Life is a kind of a code,isn't it?

And death.

Death is a kind of code, too.

Wouldn't you say?

If there's any way we can do it on my way home tonight,

say around 8:00...

Allison.

Allison?

Hi, excuse me. I'm looking for the Danielle books.

Danielle in Danger...Those...

Oh, Beverly Rhodes. She's a wonderful writer.

Right here we have three.

Danielle in Danger,Danielle in Distress

and Danielle in the Deep End.

Ah, yes, no. Those are the ones we have.

I was hoping there might be some others.

Let's check the computer.

I'm sorry, those are the only three that were published.

Hmm. Oh. Um, okay.

Are there any more coming?

Is old Beverly banging out another one?

I got a little one who's just nuts for these things.

I kind of doubt it.

Beverly Rhodes passed away last year.

"And so, Danielle declared, 'It pays to be prepared.

"'With homework done, there's time for fun.

No distress anywhere.'"

Night, Angel.

Night, Daddy.

Okay.

You read that good, Daddy.

Thank you, I appreciate that.

I know this can be a tough room.

I love Danielle.

I know you do, sweetheart.

Uh, but you know what I was thinking?

I was thinking that maybe we should start reading some other books

and give Danielle a rest for a little while, huh?

But I don't want to give Danielle a rest.

I want to read everything there is to read about her.

Well, as it turns out, I think that you have.

There are only three books, honey, you have them all.

Nuh-uh. - Mm-hmm.

Sure you do. You got Distress, Danger, Deep End.

That's all there is.

Nuh-uh. I know there's another one.

I don't think so, honey. I'll check again, but I don't think so.

In the meantime, don't let those bedbugs bite.

I won't, Daddy.

Must be the maid's year off.

What do you think all this stuff is about?

I don't know.

Maybe he's calculated how much to tip the guy who delivered all these pizzas.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, I'm at liberty to do that.

Los Angeles, the Harmon Hotel, day after tomorrow.

No, I can do that.

Check in and wait to hear from you.

I got it.

Think our boy took a little trip.

Drawers are open, clothes seem to be missing.

No toothbrush or toothpaste or comb in the bathroom.

No wallet, no I.D., no keys.

You all right?

Yeah.

I think he might be in Los Angeles.

The Harmon Hotel.

Okay.

Anything else?