Come on.
Come on, mutt. Now, look at that ball.
All right.
Come on. Get that ball. Ah-
There's no problem with that.
Oh, God damn it.
If it happens, let me know.
What the hell are you doing here?
This is not the office.
- This is my private time.
- Five minutes.
No-I said no Tuesday, I
said no last week...
and I'm gonna keep sayin'
no till you hear me.
Five minutes, Mr Chairman.
It's all I ask... five minutes.
- Want some coffee?
- No, I don't want any coffee.
I want to play with my dog.
Look, I'm not asking
you to vote for it.
I know you can't. Just
release your people.
Let them go the way they want.
Telecommunications
Security and Privacy Act-
Invasion of privacy
is more like it.
You read the Post?
"This bill is not the
first step toward the
surveillance society."
It is the surveillance society."
Uh, liberal hysteria.
Oh, listen. I'm not gonna
sit in Congress...
and pass a law that
lets the government...
point a camera and a microphone at
anything they damn well please.
Phil, look. I don't
care who bangs who...
what cabinet
officers get stoned.
But this is the richest,
most powerful nation
on Earth, and therefore
the most hated.
And you and I know what the
average citizen does not:
that we are at w*r 24
hours of every day.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Do I have to itemize the number
of American lives we've saved...
in the past 12 months alone with judicious
use of surveillance intelligence?
Thomas, cut the crap. I've
got three major employers...
in the Syracuse area alone who are
gonna get just k*lled by this bill.
I promise to get you funds
equal to or greater than...
whatever those companies
gave your last campaign.
I'm not talking about campaign
contributions, damn it.
I'm talking about my
constituents being out of work.
Jesus, man-Wake up-
National security isn't the only
thing going on in this country.
God.
This conversation is over.
I beg of you, Phil.
Please don't.
I've been there for you in the past,
haven't I? There have been times...
personal situations, when you needed
my assistance and my confidence.
Are you blackmailing me,
you ambitious sh*t?
I'm sorry we can't find a common
ground on this one, Congressman.
You're a good man. People of
your district are lucky...
to have you representing them.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Let me fight management.
Okay, I can accept that.
But this is our own goddamned
union leadership...
tryin' to railroad us into signing
some, some sweetheart contract.
Look... Look, everybody knows...
that, that the mob has
been controlling these
guys since, since as
long as I can remember.
And now, uh... now we got Pintero's
g*ons down there tuning up my people.
Well, first off, that's a Hobbs
Act violation, probably a RICO.
- Hey. - How you doing, Eddie?
- Thanks.
- How you doin'? - Great.
- All right. - Thanks.
- Robert Dean.
- Tony O'Neill. Nice to meet you.
A Hobbs and a RICO.
Ooh, baby, don't stop.
Sounds like you guys need a labour lawyer.
What happened?
We were in Louie's two nights ago.
I go to use the bathroom...
and these two f*ck'
guidos jump me.
Uh, I prefer we use the
term "Italian-Americans."
Eh, whatever, but they were really goin'
to work on me. It could've gotten serious.
But then Larry Cash came
in and he went after 'em.
Uh, Larry Cash is
in the hospital...
with a broken jaw and
a ruptured kidney.
Is this becoming a criminal
investigation, Robert?
Um, no, it would take years
to see that thing through.
Besides, these people have families
that are living through this every day.
Hey, Julie, can we send a case
of Chianti over to Larry Cash?
- Larry Cash?
- Yes, he's at St. Luke's.
And send some flowers to his wife, Brenda.
They're both in the Rolodex.
Yes, Mr Dean.
Well, why don't you
guys just head on home?
All right.
I'm your lawyer. I'm in the process of
dealing with these guido m*therf*ckers.
Pintero doesn't stand a chance.
So, how's the trout?
- Tastes like fish.
- It is fish.
No, I mean it tastes like every
other fish I've ever had.
Okay.
Brill's note said that
this is the videotape
that you need to
convince Pintero with.
And watch out for the FBI. Brill says
the place is under surveillance.
- So when do I get to meet him?
- Pintero?
Brill.
Never.
Okay. Um...
Wow. That's not exactly the
answer I was hoping for.
Oh, and what was the answer
you were hoping for?
Oh, I don't know. Soon. Uh,
definitely sooner than never.
Bobby, why do we have to go
through this every time?
Brill talks to me, I talk to you.
That's the way it works.
Well, pardon me for being
a little uncomfortable...
with hiring someone that I don't
know and I've never even met.
Then don't hire him.
Ten thousand dollars.
And I'm also a little uncomfortable
havin' to carry that kind of cash around.
Well, this should
lighten your load.
I don't know if it's Brill's price
that's goin' up or your commission.
I take 15%, as always.
Brill's fee varies with risk.
Maybe you'd be more comfortable
using someone else.
- What, other than Brill?
- Other than me.
- What's wrong with you?
- Oh, there's nothing wrong with me.
Just, you know, someone with whom you don't
have quite so complicated a history.
I like our history,
and I like you.
I like you too.
Look, I-I just want to make sure that
I'm not breaking the law in any way.
- You're not.
- And how can I be so sure?
Because I wouldn't let you.
So, Mr Pintero, the guy on the left is
Carl Matthews, president of Local 6650.
And this is Dave Early,
secretary-treasurer of the National.
Oh, right there, you see...
You see the guy there?
Uh, that's Hugh Simic. He
administers the pension fund.
Hey, you're going to recognize
this fellow right here.
That's you. Am I
correct, Mr Pintero?
That ain't me.
Let's watch a little
more of this.
- Take a... Take a picture of this.
- Everybody say "money."
Here comes a great
shot right here.
Wait. Everybody
say "not guilty."
Right here; here it comes.
- That's not you?
- That ain't me.
Well, you know, that-that's
actually really great news for me.
It lifts a huge weight
off of my shoulders.
Because, you know, the conditions of
your parole specifically forbid you...
from having any contact of any
kind with any union officials.
I know that.
Well, I'm... I'm saying,
so hypothetically...
had that been you, I mean, you'd
be headed back to prison for...
15... I don't know... Maybe 20 years...
even more.
But, you know, I mean, that ain't
you, as you so eloquently put it.
Are you f*ck' with me? Eloquently?
That's not me.
Oh, that's not you. Well, I'm sorry that
I've wasted your time, gentlemen...
you know, since
that's not you, um...
Oh, you know what? I'm thinkin'.
Maybe I'll just, you know...
run this tape past the
federal prosecutor.
You know, they have really
great VCRs down there.
A lot of times, they can see
some things that we can't see.
You ain't runnin'
this by nobody.
What do you want?
My clients want to vote their
contract up or down...
as they see fit, without, shall
we say, any outside influences.
Okay. Sit down.
- No, I'm fine, thank you.
- No, you are not fine.
Now sit your a*s down.
I would like my clients to be able to
exercise their constitutional rights.
And if that happens,
that tape will disappear
forever into my
private collection...
along with the Zapruder film and
the porno from Hitler's bunker.
- Do you got any copies of this thing?
- Absolutely.
Who made it? You make it?
I'm an attorney. I
don't make videotapes.
Now you listen to me,
you f*ck' eggplant.
This f*ck' videotape may
save your clients' asses...
but you can be goddamned sure
it ain't gonna save yours.
Now, who made the
f*ck' videotape?
- I don't know.
- How'd you get it?
Through an acquaintance.
Mr Dean, he's got acquaintances.
Me, I got friends. I don't know.
Vic, get outside. See if they're
any acquaintances out there...
that are of the
black persuasion.
Carlos, why don't you
get out of that chair?
Talk to Mr Dean.
Who's your f*cking acquaintance?
Listen to me. I wanna know
who made that videotape...
but I wanna know in a week...
or I'll k*ll ya.
Hey, smile.
- What?
- Smile for the FBI.
Who's the brother?
I don't know, but he doesn't
look Italian to me, does he?
Table Harvest to 101. We got a
blue overcoat heading east.
Give me a loose one. See
if we can get his plates.
I'm standing by live at the
Lockraven Reservoir right now...
where police and fire officials
are in the process of removing...
a classic Mercedes owned by
Republican Congressman...
Phillip Hamersly of
Syracuse, New York.
This accident comes at a
very untimely juncture...
since the congressman was working on a
controversial piece of legislation, Dale...
opposing the Telecommunications
Security and Privacy Act.
Fire officials do tell me that
it appears the congressman...
was by himself in the car.
We have confirmed that.
However, strangely enough...
his favourite dog, Bob,
is currently with police.
I understand there was a
history of heart problems.
There was, in fact, a
history of heart problems.
In fact, the congressman endured open-heart
surgery just a couple of years ago.
Homicide investigators have told me they
did find a bottle of pills in his lap.
That might mean that the congressman...
And I speculate here...
May have suffered a heart attack before
going into the Lockraven Reservoir.
He leaves behind a
family of four.
We'll have more details
as the story develops.
I need a 10-27 on a...
brown and tan '75 GMC Jimmy.
D.C. tags. Eight, kilo...
six, three, nine, four.
And a 10-28 on the
registered owner.
Jake, please do not give me
optimistic numbers. I hate optimism.
Sir?
I want to know how many votes
we have in the bank...
aren't gonna change their mind
every time the wind blows.
Thank you.
We may have a problem
out at the lake.
This is Daniel Zavitz. He's a nature
photographer who was in government grants.
One of them is for monitoring
migratory patterns of Canadian geese.
Or lack thereof.
The box is called a hide. It
contains a motion-activated...
digital video camera
with a compound lens.
It was aimed directly at the
boat ramp across the lake.
We need two techs with full electronic
capabilities... two humpty-dumpties.
Get Fiedler to organize
it, and call Kramer...
to get us some
ex-military cutouts.
How do I describe the project?
Call it a training op hosted here.
Set up a link with the NRO.
- That's good.
- Falsify FBI approval.
And none of this goes beyond our team.
And get that videotape.
- Of course.
- Get a wire on our bird-watcher.
You got it.
Fiedler, it's Hicks. I need an
intercept on a Daniel Leon Zavitz.
202-555-0108.
And, uh, what's our
authorization?
We're calling it a P-1 training op.
FBI approval.
Krug and Jones, sir.
We were with the 22nd Marine
expeditionary unit. Kramer sent us.
Oh, nice haircut.
Thirty months in a
federal penitentiary...
at Marion, Illinois, for a GVH-1... on your
gunnery sergeant... what's that about?
The guy was an as*h*le, sir, and he
deserved it, if you'll excuse me.
All new, designed for today.
The electric car is here.
A sedan for you.
I'm standing by live at the
Lockraven Reservoir...
right now, where police and fire officials
are in the process of removing...
a classic Mercedes owned by Republican
congressman Phillip Hamersly.
You may be able to see it here,
being removed in the background.
Now, fire and police officials
aren't saying much at this point.
Here's what I do know. I have
been told that the congressman...
was alone in the vehicle when this
accident happened just under an hour ago.
You may know that the congressman
suffers from a heart condition.
Homicide investigators have told me that
they did find a bottle of pills in his lap.
That might mean that the congressman...
And I speculate here...
May have suffered a heart attack before
going into the Lockraven Reservoir.
I am also told that there was no one in
the car with him at the time of the...
f*ck a duck.
However, curiously enough,
the congressman's dog Bob...
Holy sh*t-
on the ground, and is
currently with police.
He's from Syracuse, New York.
The congressman was a
key opponent to the
Telecommunications
Security and Privacy Act.
- News desk.
- Lenny...
you are not going to believe
what I have in my possession.
- Zavitz. Long time.
- Lenny, I've got...
the Phil Hamersly
m*rder on videotape.
Phil Hamersly died
of a heart attack.
Negative. Hamersly was professionally
wasted under the direction...
of some a**l-retentive with what looks
like a serious vitamin D deficiency.
Well, how did you get this tape?
My conservation study at the
lake photographed the m*rder.
- You're kidding me... The camera was
aimed straight across at the pier...
right where Phil
Hamersly was k*lled.
- How fast can you get that tape over here?
- I'm making a copy right now.
Uh, Mark, I have to take this.
Good. Thank you. Call
if you need anything.
- Fiedler, is this line secure?
- Yes, it is, sir. - Go ahead.
Zavitz is speaking
to a Lenny Bloom...
a former anti-w*r activist.
He publishes a variety of left-wing
newsletters on various political subjects.
He's taking the tape now
to Bloom's offices. Over.
Put a tap on Bloom.
And give us a dedicated
satellite for this operation.
It's already done.
Yeah, so, Julie, I'm gonna
take the rest of the day.
Uh, finish up my Christmas shopping.
Take my mind off things.
Hey, do chicks dig lingerie?
All right. I'll see
you in the morning.
- Hi.
- Hi.
How you doin'?
Why, hello.
- Hi. - Hey, hi.
- Can I help you?
- Uh, yes.
- Do you see something you like?
- Uh, I'm married.
- That's allowed.
Uh... Uh, um, I just... I need...
I need some...
uh, a... a Christmas present.
For your wife?
Yes, of-of several years. We're ver...
We're, uh, yes.
- So you want some lingerie for your wife?
- Yes, yes, I-I would.
Do you like Christian Dior?
You know, I have to
be really honest with
you. Um, I'm not really
experienced in this.
- I don't...
- Get out of town-
I-I mean, don't get me wrong. I mean,
I'm-I'm experienced, you know, from...
- Yeah. - from a certain perspective.
- Right. - I-I just...
You know, I don't want to come in
here and, you know, look stupid.
Too late.
- Yeah. What size?
- I'm sorry?
- Oh, my wife. Oh. - Yeah.
- Uh, she-she's, um...
- She's about, uh... She...
- Size six.
Yeah, right, she's, uh... She's ab...
She's a six.
Right. And what about cup size?
Um...
Oh-Oh, she's way
bigger than that.
I mean, uh, not... I
mean, not noticeably.
- Oops.
- Should have gotten her a watch.
- So far...
- Hello?
- It's me, Ruthie. - sh*t.
- Uh, they disconnected my phone again.
Uh, mine's not working either. I
think it's a problem with the line.
Um...
Let me borrow some change
for the pay phone, man.
Come on. I gotta call Dr Mike.
Danny-
Danny, I always pay you back.
Come on-
Danny-
Open the door-
sh*t. f*ck.
- Come on, man-
- Uh, one minute.
- I'm goin'.
- Come on, Danny-
Come on. Come on.
Oh, sh*t.
Ah, sh*t. It's not working.
I got him-I got him-
He's rabbiting-
He's out the back.
Give me real-time imagery coverage
at LAT 38, 55, LONG 77, 00.
Got it. Base, this
is local control.
Request immediate keyhole visual tasking.
Maximum resolution.
LAT 38, 55, LONG 77, 00. Over.
Roger that. I'll need a minute
on satellite visual. Over.
Run, run, Danny-
They got g*ns-Go-
- Where is he?
- He's on the roof. Right there. Go-
- Okay, satellite imagery coming through.
- Roger that. Patch visual, my location.
Confirm visual. Thank you much.
Air One, ahead.
All units: Target heading
north on rooftop.
Columbia and 18th. Request
immediate visual support. Over.
Roger that. We have visual.
Everybody move. He just jumped
to the adjacent building.
All units, he is entering
rear entrance...
Entering entrance
of Captain Ike's.
- Captain Ike's.
- Roger.
Get out of the way-
Hey-
Air One, be advised, suspect
heading towards front entrance.
Front of Columbia.
- Detail front of building on Columbia.
- Copy that.
I got him-I got him-
All units, target
entering the barber-shop.
- Hah-Bullshit-We lost him; we lost him.
- We've lost him-
I can't...
Units in pursuit, target seen exiting
rear of barber-shop in alley. Follow.
- Okay, I'm blank. I can't see anything.
- Air One, we've lost the visual.
- I'm blank. What do you got?
- Who's got him?
Zavitz-Dan Zavitz-
Hey, uh... It's me, Bobby Dean. We
were at Georgetown together. You okay?
- Help me. - Are you hurt?
- What do you think of this one, sir?
Yeah, this is Becky.
Becky, say hi.
I'm s... Can I have
one second, please?
Oh, he's right on top of Pratt. He's
running from Pratt on Connecticut.
- Pratt, he's on your 6:00. Turn around.
- Got him-
Move, move, move.
Get out of the way-
Hey, hey- Come back,
man-Come back-
Hey, I got him-
Target northbound...
Northbound on Connecticut.
Okay, got him.
Go, go, go, go-
Switching targets. Switching. Now heading
southbound towards DuPont circle.
Stop-
Target down on Connecticut Avenue.
Air One, confirm.
Target is down. Target
is down permanently.
- What happened?
- A guy on a bike got creamed.
Oh, Jesus.
- I'm beatin' you.
- Yeah, right.
- Oh, you are.
- Oh, sh...
- Hey, hey... I'm beatin' you.
- No, I'm beatin' you.
- I just caught up. - Hello.
- Oh, yeah? - Hi, Mr Dean.
Am I in the wrong house?
I'm looking for an eight-year-old
boy, about yea high.
- Kinda good-looking. Allegedly my son.
- No.
- Hmm. Maybe he's behind the TV.
- Eric? - Mr Dean... Dad-
- Eric? - Mr Dean, get out-
- Get out of the way-
What? What? Oh, I'm sorry.
- Are those my Christmas presents?
- Yep, some of 'em.
- Can I open 'em?
- Yeah, sure. Here you go.
- Seriously?
- In your dreams, buddy. Beat it. - Dad-
Are you staying for
dinner tonight, Dylan?
If it's okay with you.
- Got any money?
- Money? - He's kidding.
- I'm going to sleep over at Dylan's, okay?
- Did you ask your mother?
I was going to, but she's
too busy yelling at the TV.
Oh, well, there goes the Fourth
Amendment... what's left of it.
- Hey, Maria.
- Hello, Mr Bobby.
Don't you honestly doubt
that the average citizen...
Hey, you're about a bark-and-a-half
from being homeless.
Baby, listen to this
fascist gas bag.
- Uh-oh. -...and freedom
have always existed in a...
In a very precarious balance,
and when buildings start
blowing up, people's
priorities tend to change.
- He's got a point there, sweetie.
- Bobby-
I mean, who is this idiot?
He is talking about
ending personal privacy.
Do you want your phone tapped?
I'm not plannin' on
blowing up the country.
Well, how do we know until we've
heard all your dirty little secrets?
You're just gonna
have to trust me.
Oh, I know. We'll just
tap the criminals.
We won't suspend the civil
rights of the good people.
- Right.
- Then who decides which is which?
I think you should.
You know, Bobby, I think you
should take this more seriously.
Honey, I think you're taking it
seriously enough for both of us...
and half the people
on the block.
Tens of millions of foreign nationals
living within our borders...
and many of these people consider
the United States their enemy.
- And they see acts of terrorism as...
- You remember Daniel Zavitz?
- We were at Georgetown together?
- Vaguely.
- I saw him today.
- How's he doing?
- He's dead.
- What?
He got hit by a fire engine
pretty much in front of my eyes.
Oh, my God-
I ran into him in a store, and
he was upset about something.
- About what?
- I don't know.
Before we had a chance to talk about
it, he ran out of the store...
and next time I saw
him, he was dead.
Baby-Come here.
Ohh, I love you so much-
I love you, too, sweetie.
Oh, that's not even to mention the
gangster that threatened to k*ll me today.
- Hah-Very funny- - Oh, you think?
Hilarious.
- Hmm. What'd you get me?
- A bowling ball.
No more of that MSNBC t*rror1st talk.
You're scaring the kids.
We'll be back with your phone calls for
Congressman Sam Albert right after this.
Tell me.
Zavitz is dead. So is Lenny,
the guy from the paper.
What about the tape?
We found the original
in Zavitz's apartment.
- The original?
- There was a copy.
- There was a copy? - I think so, sir.
- Any more good news?
They never made it to the newspaper, but
there was a private sector contact.
- Who was that?
- Several indiscriminants and one primary.
- Who?
- Robert Dean. He's a D.C. Labour lawyer.
Lives in Georgetown with his wife,
Carla Dean. She's also an attorney.
She's with the ACLU,
as it happens.
Well, I suppose he could've given
it directly to Bob Woodward.
Maybe we dodged a b*llet.
Find out what Dean knows.
- Make contact.
- Yes, sir.
I hate doing this at Christmas.
Fiedler, we need a
complete FinCEN, EPIC...
and a DRD work-up on a
Robert Clayton Dean.
His social's 986-26-0901. Pull
up keyhole data files, okay?
Let's go- Let's get
this show on the road-
Eric, just call me in the morning
when you want me to come pick you up.
You know, if you decide you want to stay
at Dylan's till the end of the weekend...
or the end of the century, your
mom and I have discussed it.
It'll be difficult initially, but
we think we can live with it.
Dad's kidding. He's gonna
miss you, just like me.
Honey, hurry back. You
know what that means.
Mm-hmm. That you're gonna
be asleep when I get back.
That only happened
one time, sweetie.
We're running a comprehensive
database search.
Brian did a preliminary
analysis and comparison...
and he came up with some
pretty interesting stuff.
Thanks, Brian.
Thank you.
Prioritize his phone bill.
Who's he been calling?
- Oh, man. Check this one.
- Who?
Rachel F-For-You-Know-What Banks. God,
would I love to have her ruin my life.
Do a cross.
They were at Georgetown
together, sophomore year.
They have the same address,
same phone number.
They remain close. Many calls,
regardless of marriage.
- Oh, here we go.
- What?
Dean, over the past 18 months...
has four, five, seven cash
withdrawals of 4,000, 5,000...
and up, and up...
and each time, the
delectable Miss Banks...
makes large cash deposits of
her own within a day or two.
Blackmail?
Well, her deposits aren't the
same, but let me figure this out.
Ah, yes, they're exactly... exactly 15
percent of the amount Dean withdrew.
Brian, can we get some more?
I mean, you know, we got the blimp
cam, we got the police officer cam...
we've got, uh, two ATM cameras, but
this is the one showing promise.
This is the security camera at the
underwear store. Freeze there.
Rotate us 75 degrees around
the vertical, please.
Freeze there. Times ten.
Focus on the drop.
Enhance, then forward
frame-by-frame.
All right. Now, just
before the view's
blocked, there's a shape
change in Dean's bag.
See the shadow variance? See?
The shadow's wrong. Zavitz changed the
configuration of Dean's packages.
Is it a tape?
It's hard to say for sure.
These things are...
Can the computer take us
around to the other side?
It can hypothesize. Chris?
Yeah?
Can you rotate us 75 degrees
around the vertical, please?
- What do you think it is?
- It looks a lot bigger than a tape.
Zavitz had digital
compression equipment in his
apartment. He could've
downloaded it to anything.
Or maybe the bag twisted
in Dean's hand.
Or something moved in
front of the light and
altered the shadow.
Maybe it's nothing.
Maybe it's everything.
Let's get it and find out.
Beat it. I got work to do.
Go. Porsche-
Go away-
Damn it, Porsche-
- Hello, Mr Dean?
- Uh, yes. Can I help you?
This is Detective Benning. I'm Pratt.
We're with D.C. Metro.
Uh, sorry to bother you at home, sir.
We were just
hoping to ask you a few
questions about Daniel Zavitz.
Wh... I'm s... Can I see
your badges, please?
Certainly, sir.
Sure.
All right. Come on.
Back up, Porsche.
All right. Nice and smooth.
Come on, boys.
Okay.
I didn't really see the accident.
I don't know whose fault it was.
Oh, we're not here to talk
about the accident, Mr Dean.
I'm sorry, I thought you
said you were here...
We should apologize for
the confusion, sir.
It's just that we're handling a
different aspect of the inquiry.
Um, it turns out Mr Zavitz was
involved in an extortion scheme.
What kind of watch is that?
Did you represent Mr Zavitz as an attorney?
- It's an Omega.
No, I didn't.
So you're not constrained by
attorney-client privilege?
- Shh-shh. Yeah, that's correct.
- You see, Mr Dean...
we have reason to believe
that Mr Zavitz may
have passed sensitive
materials to you.
What kind of materials?
Well, sensitive, so we're hoping
that you could tell us that.
Uh, no, he-he didn't
pass me anything.
These voice stress points indicate
a really high degree of anxiety.
- Anxiety about what?
- That's the nature of physics.
If he'd have given me
something, I would've known.
- Oh, he's lying- - What
about your packages, sir?
Could something have slipped in amongst
the purchases without your knowledge?
Excuse me. Daniel Zavitz
did not give me anything.
- That's a Parker pen.
- It's a Mont Blanc.
He didn't secrete it into
any of my bodily orifices.
- Whatever it is, I don't have it.
- Could we look at them?
- I don't think so. Not without a warrant.
- Oh, Christ.
- This guy's good.
- How did you happen to be at Ruby's today?
I was shopping for some lingerie.
That's still legal, isn't it?
You buying that for your wife?
No, I was, uh, picking
something up for myself.
I do a little cross-dressing on the
weekends. You know, you'd be surprised...
how a nice pair of edible panties
can make a guy feel sexy.
We thought it might
be for Rachel Banks.
Good night, gentlemen.
- Good night, sir.
- Good night, Mr Dean.
What are they talking about, Porsche?
There's nothing here.
Honey, I'm home.
Uh, yeah, uh, just
a second, sweetie.
Well, either he's getting
ready to do something
with it, or he doesn't
know he has it.
Or he doesn't have it.
You know what I've seen?
I've seen K*llers walk free because
the eyewitness was an alcoholic.
I've seen sex offenders that couldn't be
touched because the victim was a call girl.
Credibility... It's the
only currency that
means anything on this
kind of playing field.
Dean's got the tape, and
he's gonna come out with
it; and when he does, I
want his credibility.
I want people to know he's lying
before they hear what he says.
We could take his wife and kid.
He'd give it up for them.
We'd have the police and the
FBI all over this in 24 hours.
Put taps on his 20 most frequently called
numbers, and let's get into his life.
The union situation has...
Has mob written all over it.
And he's definitely
vulnerable on Rachel Banks.
I want to know about his wife, I
want to know about his parents...
I want to know about his gambling problems,
his urine samples, his porno rentals.
I want to use every means
possible to get what we need...
because this little son of a b*tch is not
going to be the final chapter of my life.
- Tell me something.
- Uh-oh.
How did you find out Pintero was
associated with union officials?
I'm just that good.
I hired an investigator.
- Hey.
- Shut up the dog-
My mom used to have one of these.
Come on. Ow-The dog bit me-
- Oh, who was the investigator?
- Wh... I... What do you mean? His name?
Come on, Bobby. You know what I'm asking.
Is it the guy who Rachel knows?
Ca... Why do we... Why do we have
to go through this every time?
Bobby, I'm just asking, okay?
Carla, Rachel Banks is
not an issue any more.
You are the only woman
in the world for me.
You and Janet Jackson.
I-I have to be honest. If-lf
Janet Jackson called me...
I w... I... I might have to
change my last name to Jackson.
Yeah, right. I'd have to
break that woman's legs too.
Lower, lower, like kids
would do it, damn it.
You sound like a f*ck' old lady.
Shut up.
Ooh, sensitive.
All right. Jones has some
issues we need to resolve.
- Oh. Hey, Control, they are home.
- Uh-oh.
Move, guys.
Oh, nice blender.
Oh, my God.
Oh, Porsche.
Oh, damn. The dog is green.
Jones painted the... the dog-
This is Robert Dean, 2811 Sutton.
I'd like to report a break-in.
I don't know. Um, it's been vandalized.
From the looks of it, I-it's kids...
but I need a squad car
here immediately.
Here we go.
We'll be checking out the rest
of the house, sir, ma'am.
At least they left me one.
How do you know it
wasn't Pintero?
I don't. It was just
kind of frivolous.
I guess I'm just
hopin' it was kids.
John.
What have we here?
I think we have a winner.
Phone for phone.
- Take any of your clothes?
- No.
They threw all my shoes
and suits in the tub...
and spray painted my damn dog.
- Black.
- Black.
Perfect. How does that look?
Paging Mr Dean.
We have you bugged, Mr Dean.
They thrashed my computers, my
big-screen TV... They took my blender.
- What about jewellery?
- Nope.
- What about silverware?
- Nope. Just my blender.
- Blender, huh?
- Loved that blender.
You know, I did stuff
when I was a kid.
I mean, not breaking-and-entering,
but, you know, stuff.
Yeah, we all did stuff. I just wish
they hadn't stolen my damn blender.
You seem a little attached
to this blender, Robert.
Yeah, well, some people meditate,
some people get massages.
- I blend.
- You're really weird, you know that?
Yeah, then on top of it, the only suit
they leave me is three years old.
Hasn't gotten any
better with age.
Blow over? I'm not... I'm not gonna sit
around and wait for this to blow over-
Jerry, I... I'm, I'm suing their
right-wing asses right into Chapter 11-
This is flagrant-They never even called
to see what my side of the story was-
- They have no Sullivan
protection with this... Mr Dean?
- Yes.
- Rachel Banks is on line one...
and, uh, Silverberg and Blake would
like to see you in the conference room.
All right. Uh, Jerry, uh, I got
to take this call. All right.
Hey, what's up?
My firm called me this morning
telling me not to come in.
- What? Why not?
- I don't know.
Reporters are calling, asking me
about my relationship with you...
and how long I've
worked for the mob.
- The mob, Bobby.
- Jesus.
Do you know how hard I
worked to get this job?
Yeah, I know. I know.
Mr Dean, Silverberg and Blake are still
waiting to see you in the conference room.
- I heard you the first time. Thank you.
- Look. You got your own problems.
Uh, no, Rachel. It's fine.
Oh, g...
I just got off the phone
with a source that I trust.
A grand jury is being convened to
look into your labour practise...
as far back as the
electrical workers' strike.
And why is that?
They claim you helped create a shell
company for Sam Villotti in Zurich...
and that through your
continuing relationship,
the Peitso family
has been able...
to exert influence and provide false
witness to discredit our case.
- Oh, well, that's true.
- You're admitting it?
Sure. Everything except setting
up a company in Zurich...
or even knowing anyone
named Sam Villotti...
or having any relationship
whatsoever to the Peitso family-
- This is ridiculous... Robert...
- Uh, Mark, I'm tell you.
This is Pintero. He's
coming back after me.
You give me one week... one week
and four guys from litigation...
and I guarantee you, we
have this guy begging us...
Tell us about Rachel Banks.
Tell you what. Uh, she was my girlfriend
the second year of law school.
We keep in touch. We-We
toss one another some
work every once in a while.
Uh, that's it.
Did you have an affair
with her four years ago?
You ever beat off in
the shower, Brian?
Hmm? You ever have any
h*m* thoughts?
Bobby, that is...
None of my f*cking business-You're
damn right it's not-
I love my wife, and I
love my son absolutely...
with no equivocations, and that's
none of your f*ck' business either-
Uh, we think that you should
take a leave of absence...
until we're able to,
uh, sort all this out.
- Are you firing me?
- I think you just fired yourself.
Carla-
Where is she, Jen?
Don't go in there. She
doesn't want to talk to you.
Why not?
Because she's reading the paper.
- as*h*le.
- Carla...
- How could you let me find out like this?
- I'm findin' out like this.
This is all lies. Th...
None of this stuff is true.
So you're saying you
weren't there with her?
Yes, I had lunch with her.
We have lunch once a month. She's the
contact for the investigator, Brill.
You were right about that.
Someone must have taken this
picture off the security
camera outside the restaurant.
- You said she wasn't an issue.
- She's not-I have to see her for business.
And I... And I knew
if I told you that...
Bobby, you had an affair
with this woman-An affair.
We went to a
counsellor for a year-
And now you're standin' there lyin' about
even seein' her? You make me sick-
Carla, I am smeared all over the newspapers
for money-laundering schemes, mob ties...
I lost my job. I
am asking you...
I'm asking you to please just trust me
on this Rachel Banks thing right now.
How in God's name can I trust you?
Bobby, I want you to leave.
- Carla, I'm telling
you that this is all
bullshit... I don't wanna
hear anything else.
I don't wanna hear anything else.
I cannot think
with you in my face.
I want you to leave.
- What do you need to think about?
- Bobby, get
out- - I'm telling you it's bullshit...
Get out-
Just leave, so I can think- For me, okay?
Just leave.
Just go, Bobby. Go. Go.
- You want a blend?
- Yeah.
Thanks.
Hi.
Hi. Uh, I'd like to have a
room for the evening, please.
Okay. Thank you.
I'm sorry, sir. This
card was declined.
Declined? This is a brand-new card.
Try it again, please.
Yes, sir.
You know, maybe it's
not activated yet.
Thank you. Run this one, please.
Thank you.
Yes, sir.
No, it didn't go through.
- But I'll try it again.
- N-No, thank you.
- My briefcase is gone.
- Excuse me, sir?
- My briefcase was right here.
- Are you sure you brought it in?
Yes, I'm sure I brought it in-
Hi. This is Rachel. Leave
a message after the beep.
Hey, Rachel, it's Bobby. Uh,
I need to talk to you...
and I need to talk
to you face-to-face.
Uh, meet me tomorrow, 11:00 a.m., Mount
Vernon Square. I'll see you then.
Yes.
All right, we're moving into
phase two of the training op.
Selb's gonna brief you on it,
so listen up, all right?
We're gonna be following the
subjects through the square.
We're gonna have three
listening stations and two
video surveillance units
with unidirectional mikes.
Pratt, you're three.
Jones, Fiedler, Krug...
you guys are at ground level.
You'll be following the targets.
You move when I say,
you go when I say.
All handoffs go on my command.
Now, for the uninitiated, if
we don't have line-of-sight...
we can't hear what
they say, right?
- Right?
- Yeah. Got it.
- All right. You guys clear?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Jones, Krug, what, are you
guys from communications?
- No, we're ops.
- You can tell by their haircuts.
I would like to sit down with
Mr Pintero in private...
so he and I can discuss
what's happening to me.
I called; they said he was here.
Mr Pintero would
like to help you.
- But he won't.
- And why not?
Well, because first, you haven't
told him who made the tape...
and second, we've spent hundreds
of thousands of dollars...
on shyster lawyers
just like you...
because of shyster
lawyers just like you.
Actually, I believe
the slur "shyster"...
is generally reserved
for Jewish attorneys.
I believe the proper slur
for someone like myself...
would be, uh, "eggplant."
Boom. This kid gets brighter
every time I see him.
You said 11:00 sharp.
I know. Uh, Christmas
traffic is horrible.
You know, it's not so smart, us being
seen together in public like this.
Do we have anything to hide?
Heavy background on one. Could
we do better on audio two?
- Unfortunately not.
- Two is better.
IRS contacted me this morning.
- Two, you're good. Hold position.
- They say my lifestyle exceeds my income.
Ohh. You're being audited?
For the last four years.
What's going on, Bobby?
Uh, look, don't worry about that.
W... My firm
will represent you
completely free of charge.
- Eighty percent.
- You don't work there any more, remember?
It's a temporary situation.
- Your 80's becoming a 20.
Bullshit. - Move to audio three.
- On three. Much better. Much better.
- We're screwed.
- Wake up, one.
- We are out.
Rachel, I'm going to fix this.
- How?
- Tell me about Brill.
Did he say "Bill"?
No, "Brill," with an "R."
- I can't do that.
Cross-reference Rachel's file. See
if the name "Brill" comes up.
Got it.
Rachel, don't you see that he
is the key to this whole mess?
From the second you gave me that tape,
my life has been falling apart.
You assured me that
this-this guy was legit.
- You needed information; I got it for you.
- Two, you're good. Hold position.
- Three is good.
- This conversation is over.
Okay, here we go. - What are you
gonna do? You gonna wander around...
Two, you gotta do better.
- Want your job back... - sh*t.
- Do you want your life back?
I don't have a life.
I'm in love with a married man.
Okay, I have 'em on the bench.
Rachel, I'm sorry, but there's
nothing I can do about that.
What makes you think it's you?
It's not me?
I j... I just as-assumed from...
- You're a moron, you know that?
- Yes. I know.
Rachel, you're gonna have
to tell me about Brill.
Let's get outta here.
All right. They're on the move.
- Comin' to three.
- Stay with 'em. - I got 40's, 20...
You're following through trees.
Two, can you track them?
I lost line-of-sight.
- Repeat, I have lost line-of-sight.
- Three, you've got nothing.
Lost line-of-sight. I'm out.
We lost audio. It's gone. But we have
his tracers. We can still follow 'em.
When I need to reach Brill, I...
I chalk the mailbox
outside my house.
When he crosses the
mark, I make the drop.
The location's always the same...
Same time, same place.
3:00 p.m. ferry
to Gibson Island.
- You ever see him in person?
- He's the cautious type.
He's not gonna like you
trackin' him down.
The drop is behind seat 32.
I leave something; he
picks it up later.
I'm sorry it took so long. I had to
make sure you weren't being followed.
- Brill.
- Brill's dead.
Died of smallpox when he was two.
Buried in a field in Kansas.
- What is that?
- It's a bug-sweeper.
- Take off your left shoe.
- What does it mean when...
Take off your shoe. I don't have time to
explain. Take off your shoe right now.
Come on.
It's a beacon transmitter.
Thousand-yard range.
They're close. Let's go.
Who is "they"?
And why are they puttin'
things in my shoes?
No, get in the back,
like you're a customer.
Everything's gone...
The wife, job...
bank accounts, everything.
You said Zavitz was behind
an extortion scheme?
- No, they said it.
- You were the last one that talked to him?
Yeah. - What did he say?
He didn't say anything. He
said, uh, "Help me, Bobby."
Help me with what?
I don't know. We never
got around to that.
- What did he give you?
- Nothing. He didn't give me anything.
Listen, you gotta come clean. If
you bullshit me, I can't help you.
No-I'm tellin' ya, he didn't
give me anything. Nothing.
A name? A phone number?
No, nothing- He didn't
give me anything-
Who the hell is that?
Oh, just somebody trying
to get our attention.
Well, he's doing a good job.
Two-zero-nine to anybody.
I need help.
Who you calling? I thought
you worked alone.
Just shut up a second.
- Stay exactly where you are.
- Hey-
Look what you did to my car-
sh*t-
Okay, gentlemen, we have a
subject entering the structure
on the northeast corner
of Chambers and Light.
That's 105 Chambers Avenue.
- Run a check on all six tracers.
- All six tracers are operative.
Call up geo-position.
- Yeah, I got it. No problem.
Task keyhole their coordinates.
All right. LAT, 39 degrees, 14 minutes.
LONG, 74 degrees, 39 minutes.
- Hello.
- Carla, don't hang up on me.
Robert, do you know what
I'm looking at right now?
Carla, listen.
Photographs of you and Rachel taken today.
Is this true?
Carla... Carla, how did
you get the pictures?
By messenger, Robert-
By messenger.
- What does it matter?
- Look, all right, um...
Some... Something's going on. I don't...
I don't know who it is.
Robert, I went to
the store today...
and my ATM and my credit
cards didn't work.
- I know. Mine either.
- I couldn't buy food.
- I gotta go.
- What do you mean you gotta go?
- Carla... Carla, I gotta... I gotta go.
- Robert, wait a minute.
Get on the f*cking elevator.
Oh, really?
Got vertical movement here.
Elevator. He's in an elevator.
We're losing our tracking.
- Anybody got a visual?
We need to move location
and get better signal.
- I'm on it.
- Are you guys there yet? - Negative.
What the f*ck is going on?
- Shh.
- Wait. They stopped.
Hold it.
- I don't know what your problem...
- Shh.
I'm getting high-frequency clutter.
We lost tracers one, two and six.
Their signals are completely dead.
Something is wrong here.
Get up.
Tracers three, four and
five are on their way up.
He's getting help, boys.
He's getting help.
We had an arrangement. No contact.
You broke the rules.
They got to be heading for the roof.
Air One,
we need to establish
visual on the rooftop...
northeast corner,
Chambers and Light.
Copy that. Rooftop, northeast
corner, Chambers and Light.
Do you know how many federal agents
you had following you on that ferry?
- I-I don't... - Who are you working for?
- What are you talking about? I'm not...
Is that about me? Am I a target here?
Do they know me?
Who is "they"?
Do they know me? -I don't know
what you're talking about-
You're either very smart
or incredibly stupid.
Get off. Come on.
I got separating signals here.
Tracer three is on its way down.
Four and five are still together.
Where did he go?
How'd you find out about the ferry?
Who set that up for you?
Rachel did. Who was
that other guy?
- What did he say, exactly?
- He said he was Brill.
Did he say it or did you say it, and
he picked up on it? Come on. Think.
sh*t, I said it.
God damn it. You see,
that's why I have rules.
- Is all this about Pintero?
- You think the mob uses devices like this?
Excuse me, sir. Where
are your elevators?
Right over there. -In your
phone was a GPS sat-tracker.
- Pulse is at 24 gigahertz.
- I don't know what that means.
It's like a Lo Jack, only two generations
better than what the police have.
And what does that mean?
Do you speak English?
- Obviously not that well.
You're kind of a jerk, aren't you?
It means the NSA
can read the time off
your f*cking wristwatch.
All right. Enough of this bullshit.
Right now, you
either sh**t me or tell me
what the f*ck is going on-
Jones, you take the stairs.
Krug, hold the perimeter.
Come in on my signal.
The National Security Agency
conducts worldwide surveillance...
Fax, phones, satellite
communication.
They're the only ones in
the country, including the
military, who could possibly
have anything like this.
- Why are they after me?
- I don't know, and I don't wanna know.
Here they come. I thought these sat
dishes would scramble their signals.
Control, this is Air One.
Repeat coordinates.
105 Chambers Avenue.
You're transmitting. They
still have a signal on you.
Your collar, your belt, your zipper.
Get rid of your clothes. All of them.
And then what am I
supposed to do?
Nothing. You live another
day, I'll be very impressed.
Two targets,
rooftop, north side.
Understood. Two targets, rooftop.
Maintain visual, please.
- You have something they want.
- Look, I don't have anything-
Maybe you do and you don't know it.
You stay
away from Rachel and
you stay away from me.
You come near either one of us, I'm
gonna k*ll you. Get rid of your watch.
- My wife gave me this for our anniversary.
- Then keep it. Stay off the phone.
Wait a minute. Either he just
committed suicide here...
Or he learned to fly.
- Air One, stay with him.
- Target's on the move.
Satellite imagery
coming through.
One metre res layering wireframe
coming your way. Over.
Okay, gentlemen,
we're back on-line.
Okay. Wireframe
download complete.
All right. We have a tracer in the
stairwell on 20 travelling down.
Nineteen, eighteen...
seventeen...
Moving up-
He's out of the stairwell on 17.
Go to 17.
Oh, sh*t.
sh*t. Mr Wu.
- Target is holding on 17. Zoom three Mag.
- Zooming.
Mr Wu.
- Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.
Hi. I'm from hotel
hospitality and evaluation.
Oh, no, no. No tip. I'm fine.
Thank you. No tip.
Hello. - Hi.
I just wanna make sure that you folks
have absolutely everything you need...
- to be completely comfortable.
- I got something here.
- We got him.
- Krug, Jones...
get your asses up here to
the 17th floor right now.
That's really
important to us here.
Mr Dean? I'd like to talk to
you for a second, if I could.
Oh, sh*t.
My clothes.
- sh*t- - Yeah.
Mr Dean?
Mr Dean, if you could
just come to the door for
a second, sir, we could
work this all out.
I can't... I got rabies or something.
I can't do it. I can't do it.
Let's go.
- Okay, that's our last tracer.
- Mr Dean-
Let's not let this get out of hand. Let's
not involve the hotel guests in this.
Down, ma'am, sir. Sit down. Please?
Thank you. Thank you.
- Door- - Everything's
gonna be all right, folks.
Krug, balcony-
Air One and Control, we got him.
He's dropped to the 16th floor.
Air One, visual support. Check
perimeter, south side of the building.
Ten-four, Control.
We have visual.
- He jumped to 15. Go to 15.
- Go-
Grab his clothes.
Let's go, gentlemen.
Weapons away.
Go-
Move-
- Dean, open this door, God damn it-
- What are you doing? Come on-
Dean, come on now- We just
wanna talk-Open this door-
Open that door-
- D.C. Metro. Our partner's trapped inside.
- Yeah. We gotta evacuate this building-
Control, Air One. We have
approaching emergency vehicles.
Team, the show's going public,
and they're coming in
the front door. Stand down.
Maintain visual perimeter.
This is Air One.
We're outta here.
We have a friend, Chavez,
on the 15th floor.
We got one man trapped
and possibly down.
Hey, there's a guy
trapped in there-
You're going to be okay, guy.
You're going to be all right.
Okay, we are travelling.
Known destination?
St. Elizabeth's.
- St. Elizabeth's Hospital.
- We need sat backup now.
- It's already done.
Hey. Take it easy, guy. You're going
to be all right. Just calm down. Okay.
Easy, fella.
I'm sorry. I gotta go.
Stop the ambulance.
- Tell him to stop... Tell him to stop it
now- - Pull over, George. - Easy, fella.
- He's getting out-He's getting out-
- Son of a b*tch-
He's escaped the ambulance and he's
on foot. But our guys are in pursuit.
- Task keyhole their coordinates.
- All right. LAT 39 degrees, 27 minutes.
LONG, 74 degrees, 42 minutes.
- Move, guys.
- Go, go, go-Damn it-Go around-Go around-
- You're on. Go.
- Tunnel Control, this is D.C. Metro.
In pursuit armed felon loose in tunnel.
Requesting video help.
Metro, this is Tunnel Control.
Yeah, we got a
20 on your suspect heading
south in tunnel six.
Copy that.
Yeah, we got him, we got him. He's
right in front of us. Uh, tunnel six.
He's heading south
down tunnel six.
I got him. I got him.
- He's got nowhere to go.
He crossed over. He's
on the wrong side.
Stop-Stop-
We lost him. We lost him.
Son of a b*tch-Pull over.
He's currently entering
vertical stairwell five.
Where does that lead?
Five leads to main access
to sub-ventilation tunnel.
Request closest
vehicular access.
Adjacent utility entrance, south side.
- Copy that.
Boys, he's in the ventilation tunnel.
Proceed to
the adjacent utility
entrance on the south side.
There is no visual coverage.
They got him-They got him-He's
in a ventilation tunnel-
To the service entrance at the
south end-Come on-Let's go-
Come on-Go-
- Normally, I wouldn't do this.
- Do you guys have him? Talk to me, people.
- sh*t- - sh*t-
I don't understand why
this is so difficult.
He shed the sensors. He's clever.
And he's had help.
Maybe it's the real Brill.
There's 23 Brills in the
Baltimore/D.C. area.
None of them check out. We're running
it through the EPIC computer now.
- Do you think we're being set up?
- What, somebody in the agency?
I don't know.
It just tastes a little
off, doesn't it?
- I know what you mean.
- Let's raise the stakes.
Make things a bit more serious for Mr Dean.
We'll both think about how, okay?
Okay. Good.
- Anything wrong?
- No.
You know, you should have made deputy
director two years ago, maybe three.
But it'll happen now. Once this
bill passes, that'll be it for you.
Thanks, Maria.
Porsche, what are you
barking at, boy?
- Porsche?
- Shh. Shh. Shh.
Hey, it's me. It's me.
I know it's you. You
scared the sh*t out of me.
The house is bugged. Electronically.
Everything you
say in there, they can
hear and maybe even see.
Listen to me. Listen, listen.
I never... I sw... I swear to God.
I never... Th-This is the truth.
I never... Ever since the problem,
I've never touched Rachel like that.
I never... I never even looked at
her like that, honey. I love you.
I love you, and that is it.
That is it. Only you.
- What about Eric?
- And Eric.
And I love your family.
Except for your dad.
I need you. I need you real bad.
I need you, okay?
Okay.
I told you, Bobby.
I told you they had this
type of capability.
And that goddam privacy bill is just
another way for them to expand the power.
- Shh.
- Don't you "shh" me.
You were right. I was wrong.
But this is not
the time for the "I
told you so" speech.
That day when Daniel
Zavitz got hit by the
fire truck, he was running.
H-He was scared.
The same people... I know it now...
the people that were
chasing him, that's the
people that are chasing me.
Bobby, are you serious?
I need you to go to Philadelphia.
Stay there with your family.
Ju-Just give me time to work this out.
I'll get in touch with you.
Oh, no. I don't think so.
They're not chasing me out of my house.
Uh-uh, Bobby.
They're not chasing me...
I picked those drapes-
Shh, shh. Nobody cares
about the drapes.
Just one time can I make some
decisions around here? Please?
Just go to Philadelphia. I need
you to do that for me, okay?
- Okay.
- I miss you.
Oh, God.
Oh, I miss you so much.
You can't wear that. That's
a Christmas present.
I know. I'm sorry.
But, baby, I missed you.
I was lonely.
How you just gonna go
through my stuff like that?
Baby, until I actually give
it to you, that's still mine.
Yeah, but it looks better
on me, don't you think?
Baby, you're as bad as Eric.
I missed you so much.
- What?
- Oh, sh*t. That was the night.
That was the night that I
came home with the presents.
- Where is Eric?
- He's at Dylan's house.
He's probably on the way to school.
What? What's going on?
What are you doing with that?
- Shh. Here, baby. Shh, shh.
No, no. No. I don't want it.
I don't want it.
Take it. Take it.
- What do you want me to do with this?
Get me some money. I need some clothes.
Put it away.
Okay. Okay.
Tell Maria we need her car. Chances
are they wouldn't have bugged it.
Oh, sh*t. Eric.
Base, this is unit one. The nanny
is leaving. Please advise.
Stay put. We have satellite
tracking and Bingham at the school.
Aw, man, let me
follow the nanny.
She doesn't shave her legs.
Jesus-
Women like that are so hot.
- Is there anybody following us?
- No. No, Mr Bobby.
All right. Drive a little faster. I wanna
catch 'em before they get to school.
There they are.
Pull up to them and tell
them to get into the car.
Okay.
Eric, Dylan, get in
the car, please.
- No, we're okay.
- Get in the car right now.
But school's right
down the block.
You heard me. Now, get in.
Come on-Come on. Throw it-
- What's up, fellas?
- Dad?
No, no. Turn around. Sit down.
Face forward.
- But, Dad...
- What did I say, Eric?
You guys both pick a spot on those seats.
We're gonna
play a game. You pick a
spot and look right at it.
You can't let anyone know
I'm back here, okay?
How you been, E.? I
missed you, man.
I missed you, too, Dad.
Where did you go?
Oh, they've been keeping
me really busy on this
case. They're trying to
work me to death out there.
- Are you and Mom getting a divorce?
- Face forward.
What are you talking about? No,
we're not getting a divorce.
I mean, so we, we had a little fight.
Sometimes married couples have fights.
- That's nothing for you to worry about.
- Who won the fight?
This is your dad, Eric. You know
when I put my foot down, that's it.
My mom won.
Look, I-I have a question
I need to ask you...
and it is absolutely imperative
that you tell me the truth.
Now, no matter what you say, I swear to
you, you are not going to get in trouble.
- All right? You ready?
- Yeah.
You remember that night
I came home with those
Christmas presents, and
you asked me, could...
I just looked in the bag, Dad. I wouldn't
have taken it, except it was already open.
All right, so we're clear.
But I need it. And
I promise I'll get you
another one, Eric.
- Dad. - What's the matter?
- It's broken.
It's not Eric's fault, Mr Dean.
It was always broken.
The screen just scrambles
when you turn it on.
All right, but I need it, guys.
Do you have it here?
Yeah, we have it.
Eric, just pass it
around the side to me.
Yes. Hello. Hi. My
name is Leon Newman.
I'm sorry. What's
your name, ma'am?
Sergeant Miller. Yes, we live
at 454 Beaumont Terrace.
Actually, my mother lives there.
I'm calling for her.
There's been a-a van sitting
outside all day, and...
I'm not trying to get anyone in
trouble or anything like that...
but, uh, I think they might be doing
drugs or-or something in there.
I was hoping you
could send a car by.
Thirty-one Allison,
all available units.
Check out a white van at 454 Beaumont for
a possible 1031 narcotics violation.
- Oh, eat me. That's us.
- Yep.
Rachel.
Rachel.
Oh, sh*t.
Open the door. Open the door-
- All right, what happened?
- Rachel's dead.
I told you not to contact her.
I told you.
Get out of the car.
I think I found what they're looking for.
My son had it.
Get out of the f*cking car.
Give me the toy.
- You know why they k*lled her?
- Trying to make it look like it was me.
They... They had my stuff
planted all over her house.
First, if you're a m*rder suspect,
you're gonna be easier to find...
and second, to discredit you, in case
you ever go public against them.
The NSA set you up. It had
nothing to do with Rachel.
Absolutely nothing.
- What do we got?
- We got nothing.
All right. Pull up everything
we have on tape so far...
The square, the
house surveillance.
Van, give me the sat
imagery of the hotel roof.
Okay, here. These are the parametrics for
the space vehicle during data acquisition.
Can we take a look at this guy
who's helping him? Who is he?
Can you get a feature extraction
and pattern matching on him?
Mm-mmm. He never looks up.
- He's smart.
- Why does he have to look up?
The satellite's about 155 miles above the
earth. It can only look straight down.
- That's kind of limited, isn't it?
- Well, maybe you can design a new one.
Oh, maybe I will, idiot.
Stay put. I need some food.
I need to eat.
Rockin' around the
Christmas tree
Let the Christmas spirit ring
Later we'll have
some pumpkin pie
And we'll do some carolling
You will get a sentiment...
- Hello. - Yeah, it's me.
- Oh, it's you, as*h*le.
- What are you calling me for?
- Shut up and listen.
Go to the house. Go.
Do not call Carla.
Rachel Banks is dead. The papers will
make it sound like I k*lled her.
Tell her that I didn't do it.
Make sure she goes. Get her out of there.
Tell 'em I love 'em.
The call is coming from 840 McClean,
Baltimore, between Hood and St. Anne's.
Copy that. Yes-
What's up, man? We're gonna
have to look at your
surveillance tapes for
the last 20 minutes.
- Hey, Larry... The surveillance footage
is coming in right now from Pratt.
Freeze it and process it
for face recognition.
Pratt, do we see which
way the car went?
No, sir. This kid here at the register
thinks that it might have went south.
Unfortunately, the shot's too tight.
I got make,
uh, model and colour, but
the plates are phony.
- Order satellite coverage on this sector.
- It's already done.
- You planning a quick getaway?
- Yeah, ever since I met you.
Hate to see the chicken
that lives in this coop.
This is where I work.
Might seem strange to
you, but this has been
my office for 15 years.
It's completely secure. Copper wire
mesh keeps the radio signals out.
This is the satellite imagery of the
convenience store 20 minutes ago.
- They're in an EI Camino.
- Eighty-six.
There it is.
John, give us LAT 30, 64
minutes, LONG 72, 29 minutes.
- That's affirmative.
- There they are.
It's coming in from top left.
Let's go in there and get them.
I call it the jar. No phone
or utility lines coming in.
Self-contained. Unplugged
from the world.
Nothing for a wire bug
to piggyback in on.
That leaves only transmitters. It's
easy enough to signal-sweep for those.
Signal-sweeping for transmitters.
You're just a party animal.
See, the government's been
in bed with the entire
telecommunications
industry since the '40s.
They've infected everything. They can
get into your bank statements...
your computer files, your e-mail,
listen to your phone calls.
- My wife's been saying that for years.
- Every wire, every airwave.
The more technology you use, the easier
it is for them to keep tabs on you.
It's a brave new world out there.
At least it better be.
There it goes. It's some
kind of simple encryption.
Oh, conspiracy theorists
of the world, unite.
It's more than a theory with me.
I'm a former conspirer.
Yeah, I used to work for the NSA.
I was a communication analyst.
Listen to international calls,
calls from foreign nationalists.
That GPS tracking device we found
in your cellular telephone?
I designed one of the first
models in that series.
Fort Meade has 18 acres of
mainframe computers underground.
You're talking to your
wife on the phone and you
use the word "b*mb,"
"president," "Allah"...
any of a hundred key words,
the computer recognizes it...
automatically records it,
red-flags it for analysis.
That was 20 years ago.
You know the Hubble Telescope
that looks up at the stars?
They've got over a hundred spy satellites
looking down at us. That's classified.
In the old days, we actually had to
tap a wire into your phone line.
Now calls bouncing off satellites,
they snatch 'em right out of the air.
What's this?
- That's Phil Hamersly.
- Jesus Christ.
Who's this guy? I'm gonna check
the executive NSA files.
Let's run a photo ID on him.
Reynolds, Thomas Brian.
Born 9-11-40.
Attended Episcopal School, D.C.
B.A., Harvard, PhD, Princeton.
On loan from the State
Department since '95.
This guy's not a professional.
He's a politician.
Aw, sh*t-Take that.
When was the last time you
contacted somebody you knew?
When we stopped for food.
Didn't I tell you not
to use the telephone?
I called from a pay phone.
- What did I tell you?
- You told me no calls.
I told you no calls.
- Get the cat. Get the cat.
- Hey, man...
- What's the cat's name?
- Babe.
Come here, baby. Come here, baby.
Baby, come, come. Come here-
sh*t-
God damn it.
All right, baby, what do we got?
What the...
- Subjects exiting.
- Williams, get the hell out of there.
This b*tch is gonna
blow- Go, go, go-Move-
Come on-Go-
Move-Move-Move-
Move-Move-
- What the hell is happening?
- I blew up the building.
- Why?
- Because you made a phone call-
- Tell him to pull over- -
Pull the vehicle over now-
Pull over now-
Pump action-
Gosh damn-
Fuel line must be broken.
- Get it out-Get it out-Goddam-
- Stop the car-
- Where's the disk?
- sh*t-
No-sh*t- Look, is there
any way to save it?
- Ah, that's ruined.
- What do we do?
I'm leaving.
Subjects heading west
across the coal fields.
What do you mean you're leaving?
The disk is gone. We got nothing.
It's over.
We have control. Put
down your weapons.
You think I wanted that disk?
You think I wanted
that idiot to put that
goddam thing in my...
Who gives a f*ck what you wanted?
Since you've
shown up, Rachel's dead
and the NSA's onto me.
Onto you? What do you mean onto you?
Onto you about what, Brill?
You're not the target. I am.
This time we got him. We got him.
He's right in front of us.
Come on, come on.
We got him. He's got nowhere to go.
We got him.
Air One to ground, they're
somewhere between the trains.
Get the f*ck away from me.
- Damn it- - We're
coming back around.
- You're blowing my whole life.
- What life?
You live in a f*cking jar so
the world can't touch you.
And Rachel... You didn't give
a sh*t about Rachel-Just
some package under
seat number 32 to you.
- Come on... Do you have a problem?
- Do it-Go on-Do it-
I'm all you've got- And
you're all I've got.
Got 'em. Heading west
towards the freeway.
- Get out of the f*cking car-Get out-
- All right.
- Come on. Get out. Move.
- Don't do this to me. Come on.
Tell your story walking.
Hey, wait a minute. Don't...
Oh, for God's sakes...
- Thanks for your help back at the train.
- Wait a minute.
Oh, for Jesus...
Air One to ground, I
think we lost them.
They're somewhere
beneath the overpass.
Well, you certainly carjacked
a really nice car.
This is a piece of sh*t.
What are you talking about?
I need sugar, you know.
I'm-I'm getting cranky.
Getting?
I'm hypoglycaemic. Uh, my body
can't metabolize the sugar, so...
So you're a real, you know, pain
in the a*s when you don't eat.
Basically.
Yeah. Right.
- We should eat then.
- Let's do that.
His real name is Edward Lyle.
Graduated from
Drexel University. Enlisted
in the army, 1953.
Rapid promotion, excelled at intelligence
and communications. Joined NSA in '65.
Of course.
Yeah. He was in the agency till 1980,
when he vanished and went underground.
- Hasn't been seen since.
- That's a long time.
Lots of black bags,
lots of deleteds.
He's familiar with
expl*sives, obviously.
His last assignment, he went into
Iran, late '78, after the Shah.
- This is our problem.
- This man.
So, we were helping the secret
police supply weapons...
to the Afghani rebels
fighting the Soviets.
My partner and I were on the eastern border
monitoring Soviet military transmissions.
It was kind of fun, actually.
I liked the Iranians.
But back in Tehran, the
hard-liners seized the embassy...
and overnight, the
whole country changed.
People we'd been working with,
they turned on us. I got out.
My partner didn't.
By the time I got home,
the whole mission had
become a press disaster
waiting to happen.
Aiding and abetting
the new enemy.
The agency conveniently
forgot I existed.
I don't blame them. It's
what they had to do.
I loved the agency.
I loved the work. I
loved the people.
It was my whole life.
Your partner was
Rachel's father.
Yeah. The idea was...
The idea always was that if one of us got
out, he'd take care of the other's family.
Rachel was all he had, so she
became my promise to him.
- Here you go, hon.
- Thank you.
Maybe we can still keep
that promise in a way.
You're a threat now,
just like I was.
Threat to whom? To them?
To your family, to your friends,
everyone you know, everyone you meet.
That's why I went away and didn't
come back. You gotta go away, Robert.
No, I don't think so.
This is my life.
I worked hard for it,
and I want it back.
I grew up without a father.
I know what that is.
And I will not allow my
family to go through that.
Mommy, I don't wanna go home.
Wanna take a poke at me?
Come on.
I don't hit senior citizens.
Oh, come here, Babe.
Come on. Hey.
Come up here. Come on.
You know, in guerilla warfare, you try
to use your weaknesses as strengths.
- Such as?
- Well...
if they're big and you're small,
then you're mobile and they're slow.
You're hidden and
they're exposed.
You only fight battles you know you can
win. That's the way the Vietcong did it.
You capture the weapons and you use
them against them the next time.
That way they're supplying you. You
grow stronger as they grow weaker.
- Hey, try these.
- Can I have something else, please?
- Yeah. Here.
- N-Never mind.
- That's my best aloha shirt.
- Well, say "aloha" to it.
- Steve, how you doing? - Howdy.
- Need some gear. - Help yourself.
- Say hi to Bill. - Hi, Bill.
- How you doing, Bill?
Steve, where's the two
gigahertz video transmitters?
Right behind you, second shelf.
Steve? I thought you
said his name was Bill.
No. You're Bill.
If I'm Bill, you're going to
have to let me know I'm Bill.
I just did.
The, uh, president has
not committed himself...
but he does recognize that we
do need something in this area.
And I think he will come to see
that this bill will, in the end...
provide the kind of
security that this...
- What security?
- The kind of security he's gonna need.
Ah, here we go. Modified cell phone
interfaced with laptop computer.
- Creates an enormously powerful tool.
- What is that?
This is Congressman Albert's home
address and his cellular ESN.
Now, we reprogramme our phone...
with Congressman Albert's ESN,
and you know what we got?
Hi, sweetie. We just landed.
So, how are the kids?
- Melissa has a fever.
- She okay? - She's fine.
- When will you have some time to talk?
- Uh, about 30, 40 minutes.
I'll be in suite 59, Lincoln Hotel.
I'll call you when you get in.
You're a dangerous man.
Oh, sh*t.
Aw, sh*t.
- Say something.
- Excuse me?
- Louder. - What are you talking about?
- That's good.
- Won't they look in there?
- That's the idea.
Great plan.
I've been a law-abiding citizen my
whole life. One day with you...
I'm sh-sh**ting...
and breaking...
I have to go to the bathroom.
- Rest well.
- Thanks. Bye.
Good work, guys.
We got him.
Yeah, go for it, Mr Congressman.
I think you're too young
to watch this part here.
Yeah, so is she.
Yeah, hello. Could you send
somebody up to my room, please?
Yes, this is Christa,
the congressman's aide.
Might be able to piggyback
it on top of this.
How the hell am I supposed
to know what it is?
I'm just a congressman,
for Christ's sake.
Security expert tells
me it's like a-a PX-73
burst transmitter, whatever
the hell that is...
except it's-it's much,
much more sophisticated.
Of course I'm going to send it down,
but that's... That's not the...
Because I want to know who in
the hell put it there, Jim.
- Hi there. Hey.
- Hola. Si?
The category, Barbara.
You know, this is very irritating.
Get one channel and stay with it.
- Stop jumping...
- We're on TV-
- I told you to stop jumping around.
- We're on TV-
Okay, these are the ones
they wanted us to find.
They're all ours. We made 'em.
Thomas, could I
see you a second?
Look, there's $140,000 here. I
have no idea where it came from.
- What are you talking about? An extra 140?
- Yeah.
Look, it's right here.
Two separate $70,000
deposits on the same day.
Yes, I see the
deposits, thank you.
What I'm saying is I have no
idea where they came from.
Tom.
I'm sorry. That was Shaffer. He wants
to see all department heads at 0800.
You're going in on Sunday.
- That's just great.
- Emily.
This is your separate account.
I have no idea...
By the way, who is Christa?
"Eternally yours"?
I want the entire history of this
device, from birth to ab*rtion,
on my desk in two hours.
I want the name of the
tech who made it.
I want to know who
authorized its use...
who checked it out
from inventory...
and for what purpose.
Most important, how on
God's green earth...
it got into Congressman
Albert's hotel room.
Listen, people, everyone here
knows where this is going.
Now, if this was a legit op...
If this was a legit op...
and I can't possibly see how
it could be, then so be it.
But if this was somebody's
unilateral wet dream...
then that somebody
is going to prison.
It's him.
- Yes?
- Thomas Reynolds?
Who is this?
I have that environmental study
you've been looking for.
Can we discuss this in person?
Be at the corner of
Iowa and Third at 3:00.
I'll be there at 4:00.
We have to get a confession out
of this guy, we have to...
get it on tape, and we
have to get it fast, okay?
Oh, you shouldn't have. This thing
must've cost 12, 13 bucks easy.
Now, they expect me to
be wired, all right?
So what they'll do
is they'll sweep me.
But once they're done, I'm
gonna give you the signal...
- and, uh, you turn the mike on.
- What's the signal?
Signal is putting,
uh, gum in my mouth.
So after the signal, you turn the mike on.
T-Turn it on now.
- Let's try it.
- Okay, off. Off.
Good. Now, to be safe,
they'll also try...
to scan all the frequencies
to try to track you down.
Now, if these guys are
good, and they're
probably very good, in a
location like this...
they'll have you in
five, six minutes.
So let's say in four minutes time,
after you turn that tape on...
regardless of what's happening,
you get out that door.
- Now, you got that?
- No.
Record. On-off.
All right, let the games begin.
Hey there.
Edward Lyle. Policeman.
- Very clever.
- Why don't you call your friends over.
Pratt.
Step towards the fence for me.
This won't take a second.
He's clear, sir.
So, do you have the tape?
- Yes, I have.
- Here?
- No.
- Then what is there to talk about?
Money. - Money?
I was wondering why I
hadn't seen it on CNN.
Have you looked at the tape?
- What's on it?
- Your ugly-a*s face is on it.
It shows the death of
Congressman Hamersly.
The needle behind the ear.
- Three faces, readily identifiable.
- How much you want for it?
- 1.8 million dollars.
- What?
And my file cleared.
I want my life back.
My 1980 salary with cost-of-living
increases for the past 18 years.
Plus interest. - Oh, sh*t.
Plus the retirement package
for executive level E-16.
Comes to 1.85. I
rounded it down.
And for this, I get the
tape and, uh, Mr Dean.
- Actually, it's Dean that has the tape.
- Aw, sh*t.
- So what does he want?
- He wants to know why you k*lled the girl.
What girl you talking about?
I tried to explain it to him, but
I couldn't figure it out myself.
You're getting self-righteous on me?
Because I've seen your file.
- Not exactly a beacon of light.
- Yeah, I agree.
It's just that... You
k*ll Hamersly, okay.
I wouldn't have, but I
understand the argument.
But why the girl? Just to get to some
schmuck who barely knows you're after him?
Schmuck?
We never had to deal with domestic.
With us, it was always w*r.
You won the w*r. Now we're fighting
the peace. It's a lot more volatile.
Does he take this long
doing everything?
Now we've got ten million
crackpots out there
with sn*per scopes,
saran gas and C-4.
Ten-year-olds go on
the Net, downloading
encryption we can barely
break, not to mention...
Aw, sh*t.
Instructions on how to make
a low-yield nuclear device.
Privacy's been dead for 30 years
because we can't risk it.
The only privacy that's left is the inside
of your head, and maybe that's enough.
- Come on. Get him to say something.
- We've located subject. Keep him talking.
You think we're the
enemy of democracy, you
and I? I think we're
democracy's last hope.
There's always
going to be power.
You shouldn't be there, Robert,
but if you are, get out.
They're onto us. Get out
and follow procedure.
Get out now, Robert. Get out-
You gonna sh**t a policeman on the street?
You wouldn't get a block.
Get in.
- Yeah? - Tom?
- Emily, what is it?
Tom, our Visa card's been cancelled.
I tried to use...
Did you try the
American Express?
Yeah, I tried that,
too, and it's not...
Look, I-I-I can't deal
with this right now.
- I'll call you back.
- Tom, listen, I... No, Tom...
Credit cards not working, huh? Yeah, that
can be a real pain in the a*s, can't it?
Come in.
- as*h*le.
- Great plan.
Tell him to give me the tape.
- What guarantees do we have if...
- None.
None?
Does everybody here know that you
k*lled Phil Hamersly and Rachel Banks?
This guy is going down, and he's
going to take all of you with him.
Trust me on this. Amah-Goddam-
Oh, you son of a b*tch-You...
Rachel Banks is not the issue.
Oh, you b*stard... Hamersly is the issue. He was
k*lled for a purpose. Now, where's the tape?
Oh... Oh, sh*t.
Where's the tape?
- Tom- - All right. All right.
- I'll-I'll give it to you.
- Thank you.
What are you doing, you moron?
That's our only leverage-
- For Christ's sake.
- I'm the moron? Me? No, you're the moron-
- Where is it? - Washington and Fourth.
- Washington and Fourth.
- That's my blender.
- So?
Fourth and Washington.
- Where is it?
- The restaurant.
11169 Fourth Street.
Stand by to enter.
Wait a second.
See if you can get the
plate on that van.
T-S-1-8-7-8-5.
- You go in with Pratt and bring it out.
- I don't think so.
Oh, you don't think so?
If I go in there and I
bring that tape out...
I'm a dead man.
We go together, you and me. And you
view the tape, you sign off on it.
They let Brill go, and you take the tape
home. Everyone has a Merry Christmas.
What assurances do I have that
you haven't copied that tape?
You think I want copies? That tape
has been the bane of my existence.
I wish the one that we have was
at the bottom of the Chesapeake.
I wanna go home.
- Give me a piece.
- Yes, sir.
All right, you and me.
And Pratt and Bingham.
Fiedler, get one of those
little cameras on Bingham.
Guess what. It's a
government vehicle. sh*t-
I'm going in cold. If I need
you, Hicks will call it.
You guys got some food
or something in here?
Oh, behind you.
You're either incredibly
smart or incredibly stupid.
We'll see in a minute.
Watch out for the FBI.
- I'll be back to get my blender.
- Yeah, I'll have it gift-wrapped.
It's your show.
Isn't that the guy that was here last time?
That labour lawyer?
You're right.
- No, no. Thank you.
- You guys like the food?
- Yeah. It's good food.
- It's good food, huh? I made it.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah, sure you made it.
- Come on. Eat your food.
- I'm eating.
Boss. - Huh?
- Black guy's back with a couple creeps.
Yeah, sh-show him in.
Hey, how you doing?
What's this, the FBI?
No, sir, Mr Pintero. This is the
gentleman you wanted to meet.
- Oh, that's him?
- Yep, that's him.
- So you made the tape?
- What?
Did you make the videotape?
Look, look. He wants it back.
Really? I don't give a
sh*t what he wants.
Could we have some
privacy, please?
Yeah, maybe we should.
- Maria, get the kids out of here.
- Come on, boys.
Get 'em out of here. Go on.
Maria, come on-Get 'em out-Come on-Uncle
Paulie will take you to the zoo later.
- Ooh, ooh, Hicks.
- What the hell's the matter with him?
No, no, no, no. Not on the equipment.
We gotta get him... Okay.
Check this out. Come here.
Tony, they just pulled
a guy out of the van.
He's puking and bleeding
all over himself.
sh*t. It's a city cop.
Hey, Babe. Come on. Come on.
Oh, yeah. Okay.
Now, he's your friend. You
persuade him to give us the tape.
Hey, look. Number one,
he's not my friend.
- And number two, it's not his tape.
- Whose is it?
It's mine, okay? It's mine.
I bought it.
You sold it to him?
Now, you listen to me.
Who are you? What the f*ck
you trying to do to me?
Oh, this looks bad.
- I'm with the federal government.
Oh, the federal government
made a videotape?
- You guys oughta get in there.
- Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Listen.
Now, we can go get a warrant and come back
with the FBI, take anything we want...
arrest anybody that we want...
Just give the man the videotape.
Hey, only one gonna get arrested here
is you, for felonious c*ck...
with an attempt to swallow the
evidence, so shut your mouth.
And you, get the
f*ck out of here.
Go get your warrant. And until
then, get out of my joint.
Come on. You gotta get in there-God, there
are gonna be dead bodies all over the...
- Shut up- - Get in
there-Get in there-Come on.
sh*t, forget it. Come on.
Let's go. Let's go.
Okay.
This is it-, This is it-Krug, take
the rear. Jamie, you're with us.
Jones, you're on
the side entrance.
- So what are we waiting for?
Come on. Let's go...
No. Tony says we wait until
they show up. We wait.
- Put the g*ns away.
- You put your g*ns away.
Put it away. Put it away.
Put it away. Put it away.
All right, I'm putting it away.
Now, what will it take for
us to get that videotape?
The end of the world.
Let's go. We're leaving.
- Put the g*ns down now.
- Everybody, drop your weapons... No-
Go-Go-Go- Out of the
way-Out of the way-
- Get your hands up.
- You get your hands up-Drop the g*n-
On your knees.
Easy-Easy-Easy with this guy.
He's not one of them.
Easy, easy. Get up. Get up.
Get up. Come on.
All right. Let's get
this place cleaned up.
Not too stupid after all.
Let's go. Let's move it.
Come on.
Right there. Somebody
get the paramedics.
We need some paramedics in here. We
have 13 bodies in here. Let's go.
All right, listen up. Get some IDs on these
guys. Let's get these g*ns out of here.
This guy is going down. He's going
to take all of you with him.
- Goddam- - Rachel Banks
is not the issue.
Hamersly is the issue. He was k*lled
for a purpose. Now, where's the tape?
- Why did you record it?
- Okay, uh...
first of all, we were there for technical
support. And, uh, we had no idea...
- Do they know that Reynolds is dead?
- Yeah. - They know all that?
- Right, but they're still stalling.
- They're still stalling.
- A tape.
- A tape of it.
- What did you think was going on?
- Oh, I thought it was an STO.
- STO?
- Standard Training Op.
Congressman-Rhonda Overby, CNN. Does this
mean the privacy bill is dead, Congressman?
Uh, in its current form,
yes, but the issue
is still very much alive,
I can assure you...
unless, of course, no one worries
about national security any more.
We knew that we had to
monitor our enemies.
We also have come to
realize that we need...
to monitor the people who
are monitoring them.
Well, who's going to monitor
the monitors of the monitors?
I wouldn't mind doing a little,
uh, monitoring myself.
Mmm. Yeah, and you got lots
and lots of monitoring to do.
Are you guys talking about sex?
- Boy...
- Oh, no. It's time for dinner.
Get in there and eat your dinner.
No more hanging with Dylan.
Brill, you are one sick man.
Yeah, me too.
Ooh, you're gonna need to
get a tan on those things.
Congressman Sam Albert, how do we
draw the line... draw the line...
between protection of
national security...
obviously the government's need
to obtain intelligence data...
and the protection of civil liberties,
particularly the sanctity of my home?
You've got no right
to come into my home.
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