Jane Doe: How to Fire Your Boss

- You guys all right? - Let's move!

- Aah! Where is it coming from?

Take cover inside!

Go! Go!

- Aah! - Oh!

Aah!

Oh!

Aah!

Aah!

Go back!

We got to get you out!

It's all right!

Good evening, sir.

Thank you.

There you go, Catherine.

Oh, thank you.

Or, maybe I should call you, Jane Doe?

Boy, these federal agent types, they drink like fish.

Yeah.

So, uh, who's packing heat?

You know, license to kill.

I mean, this is the first secret agent party

you've ever invited me to.

- Well, with the exception of me, because I use my charm,

I think just about all the agents here are packing heat.

Cool.

Hey, Jack.

- Oh, hey, Frank. How are you, buddy?

- Good. - Hey, boss.

Well, you clean up nice.

- Thanks. Nice tux you got there.

- It's a rental. - Looks great.

- Thanks. - Hey, Phil.

Cathy, you remember Phil and Laura Sims?

- Oh, my gosh, Phil. - Hey.

- Hey, Laura. - Oh, hi.

It's been a long time.

- Oh, gosh, too many years to count, I'm afraid.

You're looking well, Cathy.

Oh, Jane.

God.

Frank brought you out of retirement.

- You look wonderful. You haven't aged a bit.

Retirement suits you, Laura.

Thank you. You're very sweet.

So, um, who's this?

Oh, um, Jack.

This is my husband, Jack Doe.

- Nice to meet you. - You, too.

Well, I'm going to let you guys talk shop.

- Sure. - Excuse me.

Hey, he's quite the catch.

- So, Phil, how has the San Diego office been treating you?

- You haven't heard, have you? - What?

Well, Phil, has been selected as a candidate

to run the Washington bureau.

Oh.

One of a few candidates.

Yes. Well, you're the most qualified.

Congratulations, Phil.

- Um, don't look now. Here comes your competition.

Mitch was selected?

Uh, it's about to be announced.

- Hi. - Hey.

There he is, the odds-on favorite.

You're too kind.

Congratulations, Phil.

Thank you.

Congratulations to you, Mitch.

Ah, thank you, Jane.

I couldn't have done it without the support

of everyone here in the L.A. office.

- Oh, my goodness. There's Doug Coleman from San Francisco.

Hi.

You know, we should get a picture.

Oh, excuse me just a sec.

- Honey, why did you leave me alone with that woman?

She really bugs me.

- What woman? - That Laura Sands.

We were in the C.S.A. together.

20 years ago, before I retired,

and she's always trying to one up me.

With her perfect hair and her perfect life

and her perfect husband.

Hey.

Honey, of course, you're perfect.

I just don't have to tell the entire world about it.

- I don't know, she seems like a nice enough lady to me.

Yeah, well, you should get to know her.

I'll tell you what, I'm going to get you

something stronger to drink at the bar.

Good idea.

Hey.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Coleman.

Look at you.

Oh, hey, Mitch.

Hey.

- How are you? Unbelievable.

It's been too long.

- Oh, Phil. - Too long.

- Hey, bud. - Hi, buddy.

Good to see you, Frank.

You, too.

We've got a photo taken.

Ok.

All right.

Darling, you stand here.

Frank, right next.

Here we go.

All right.

Good.

Mitch, perfect.

Wait, where's Cathy?

Uh, over here.

Oh, oh, Cathy.

Goodness, I forgot all about you.

We need you right up in front.

Oh, sorry.

Big smiles on three.

Baxter, get me the Sat-Com reports

for the southeast region, asap.

I want the name, address, and phone number

of anyone with ties to the U.L.F.

Got it all right here, ma'am.

Roy?

Hello.

What?

Ohh, of course, I'll be right there.

I just can't believe it.

I know. Baxter was a good man.

Top of his class at the academy, up and comer.

Well, what about personnel problems?

A bad marriage?

- Nah, we checked it out. He's happily married.

He's got a kid on the way.

He's got no problems at home or at work.

- How about Alana? Did she and Baxter get along?

- He was Alana's protégé. They got along well.

That's why this doesn't make any sense.

Where's Baxter now?

He's in interrogation 2,

but he says he doesn't remember anything.

Can I speak with him, Frank?

Yeah, go ahead.

- Ms. Devlin asked me to bring her some files.

Nothing out of the ordinary. We do it all the time.

And the next thing I know, I'm holding my--my gun.

It's hot, like it's just been fired.

And I see Ms. Devlin on the floor in front of me.

I really like Ms. Devlin. We understood each other, you know.

We had this rapport.

She was tough, but fair.

She made me work harder.

She made me the best agent that I could be.

Did she work you too hard?

No.

I would never, ever do anything to hurt Ms. Devlin.

She was the best.

Ahh.

I think he's telling the truth, Frank.

How do you know?

Well, if he was going to lie,

he would make up a better one than that.

He wouldn't kill in front of a dozen C.S.A. Agents,

and he wouldn't use his own gun.

What do you think, Kath?

You think he just lost it or what?

Yeah, but why?

- What time did you get home last night?

About 3 A.M.

It must have been important.

Yeah.

Alana Devlin was shot.

What?

Is she all right?

No.

- Wow. I can't believe it. We saw her just last night.

Do they know who did it?

Yes, Roy Baxter,

one of the junior agents that worked with her.

And he doesn't even remember the shooting.

It was like he just blocked the whole thing out.

Who blocked what out?

Hey, good morning, you guys.

Morning.

What's for breakfast?

Who blocked what out?

Uh, bacon and eggs.

Sounds good.

- If you don't want to tell me, just say so.

We don't want to tell you.

It's for your own good, Nick.

Why?

- Well, we don't want to, uh, you know, to ruin the movie.

What movie?

- Will you stop asking so many questions?

Yeah.

- So, dad, what's with the fancy duds?

- I was just about to ask the same thing myself.