Eraser

You couldn't hide, Johnny. Nobody hides from us.

Shit! Benny, get me some ice. I think I broke my goddamn hand.

Sure, boss.

Fuck you! Just do me quick.

Sure, Johnny. But first, Mr. Canelli wants a little souvenir.

Open up. Open up!

We're gonna forward this to your buddies in Witness Protection.

See if it sings on its own.

They can take it to the trial.

Open up, Johnny. Open up!

Benny?

Hello?

Who in the hell are you?

- Close your eyes. - Who are you?

Shut up!

Who--?

- You too. - It's okay.

You do what he says.

Don't move. You're dead.

I need the clothes you're wearing.

And your ring, your watch...

- ...all your IDs. Now. - Uh--

Shh! Do it.

You come with me.

Grab the other one.

Let's go.

Put your clothes on them. Move!

Yes, there's been a murder at 232 Alden Drive.

- Send the police. - What are you doing?

They killed you, then they turned on each other.

Right.

Those sons of bitches.

- Shit! - Don't worry.

This doesn't work without an audience.

Outside. Let's go.

Get in.

Thank you. Thank you, man.

Anything you ever need, anything, you just ask me.

You endangered your life and the lives of U.S. marshals protecting you.

- What are you talking about? - You were spotted at your old restaurant.

You went back to Gennaro's? Johnny, what are you, stupid?

Hey, it's the osso buco.

I haven't had a decent meal in six months. I was fucking dying, okay?

The next time, you're dead. This only happens once.

Get out.

What are you doing? That was our ride.

Let's go. Go.

You'll never see me again, but I'll know every move you make.

Use your heads, lie low, and I promise no one will hurt you.

If you try to skip out on your testimony, I'll deliver you to the Canelli family myself.

- I promise. - Hey, listen, man.

Look, I owe you bigtime.

I'm a standup guy, you got it?

You ever need anything, anything, you let me know. Hey, what's your name?

- Easy, I don't think he wants to be pen pals. - Smile.

You've just been erased.

Go ahead.

Hey, John, would you look at something?

One of these is from our shop and the others are real. What do you think?

That's the fake.

- Who the hell was that? - I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you.

Now shut up and run this again.

So with a little sleight of hand...

...one very dead John Doe trades places with one very live scumbag.

- Robert, sit down. - John.

You know...

...if God was as forgiving as WitSec...

- ...hell would be one empty joint, no? - God doesn't have our court system.

So I understand you had a busy night.

A couple of witnesses got careless.

- I see. - I had to defuse the situation.

Did that--? Did that include breaking into the county morgue?

Someone once taught me that improvisation is the heart of fieldwork.

- I think it was you. - In the old days. The weather's changed.

Now you got every asshole in Congress, you know, down our backs.

I'm telling you to walk softly.

Is that why Beller called me in? Because of the morgue?

Oh, no, no, no.

The old man doesn't know anything about that, and personally, I don't think he has to.

Shadow Ops still has some privileges.

You're right.

Oh, and John...

- ...that's good work. - I had a good teacher.

Bullshit. You had the best.

Fourteen thousand, six hundred and forty 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. Hear of it?

Yeah, major defense contractors.

Mostly top-secret weapons research.

Looks like someone inside Cyrez is selling out Uncle Sam.

Feds need her to prove their case. If they do...

...she'll be the key witness in the hottest scandal since Iran-Contra.

- When does this go down? - Tomorrow.

The sting's all in place. Soon as it's over, she's all yours.

Seal file on relocate. Your eyes only.

As usual, only you and I'll be privy to your witness' exact location.

But, John...

...there are some serious players here in Washington that...

...could be badly burned.

Then so could she.

Welcome to Cyrez Corporation.

All visitors are required to step in the security stations on the right.

Please be prepared to present valid identification.

- Good morning, Dave. - Good morning.

She's in.

- She giving us anything yet? - Not yet.

That's right, Lee. We're right here with you.

We're on.

- Can you hear me? - We hear you, Lee.

- I look okay? - Tell her she looks great.

Not bad, Miss Cullen.

Not bad for an amateur.

We're right with you, Lee.

- Yeah. - Then let's do it.

- Good morning, Miss Cullen. - Good morning.

Station C?

- Yes. - And how long today?

Ten minutes, max.

Okay.

You're doing just fine, Lee.

Let's hope we bought the right combination, gentlemen.

Bingo!

- Shit! - No, it's okay.

We lose transmission in the vault.

- What do we do now? - Now we wait.

She better move fast because she's only got five minutes till the shift change.

What's taking so long?

Come on, sweetheart, you got two minutes left.

- We should have never used her. - Shit! She's out of time.

- Hey! - Yes!

Welcome back, Lee. We're right here with you.

Miss Cullen, Mr. Donahue's office called. He'd like to see you.

- Tell him I'll be up in a minute. - He said, "Right now."

- What's going on? - I think they made us.

Check the directory. I wanna know where Donahue's office is.

- Twenty-fifth floor. - I know where it is.

Twenty-fifth floor.

Get backup ready to roll. This whole thing could go south.

What is it, William?

That's someone I trusted for five years.

Someone I told others could be trusted.

- Well, I was pulling the stack-- - Don't!

We're way beyond bullshit here.

Who are you working for?

Shit, we're dead.

I should ask you that question.

I used to think it was for the U.S. government.

Oh, come on, Lee.

What do you think we do here?

This isn't the Red Cross.

We make weapons, things that kill people.

If the government isn't willing to pay the price...

...it's my job to find somebody who will.

I didn't know treason was part of the corporate strategy.

I asked who you were working for.

You didn't tell me.

- Oh, my God. - Holy shit.

Christ.

Get her out of there. Get her out of there now!

What is this?

A camera?

I'm working for the FBI, William. They heard everything you just said.

They're watching us right now.

And you think that makes you safe?

You have no fucking idea!

How could you do this to me?

I hope you understand, Lee.

You leave me no choice.

Welcome to Cyrez Corporation.

All visitors are required to step in the security stations on the right.

Security.

Wait a minute. Stop her!

Stop! Hey!

Lee.

Go, go, go!

Suspect's fleeing--

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.

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.

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.