Come on.
Come on, mutt. Look at that ball. All right.
Go on. Get that ball. Aah!
There's no problem with that.
- Oh, goddamn it. - If it happens, let me know.
What the hell are you doing here? This is not the office, it's my private time.
Five minutes.
No! I said no Tuesday, I said no last week, and I'll keep sayin' no till you hear me.
Five minutes, Mr. Chairman. It's all I ask. Five minutes.
You 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 towards the surveillance society.
It is the surveillance society."
- Liberal hysteria. - 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.
This is the richest, most powerful nation on Earth, and the most hated.
And you and I know what the average citizen does not:
That we are at war 24 hours of every day.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Should I itemize the number of American lives saved in the past 12 months
with the use of surveillance intelligence?
Thomas, cut the crap.
I've got three major employers in the Syracuse area alone
who are gonna get just killed by this bill.
I promise to get you funds equal to or greater than
what those companies gave your campaign.
I'm not talking about campaign contributions, dammit.
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, haven't I? There were times, personal situations,
when you needed my assistance and confidence.
Are you blackmailing me, you ambitious shit?
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.
I mean, fight management. OK, I can accept that.
But this is our own goddamned union leadership...
tryin' to railroad us into signing some sweetheart contract.
Look, everybody knows that the mob has been controlling these guys
since as long as I can remember.
And now, uh, now we got Pintero's goons down there tuning up my people.
Well, first off, that's a Hobbs Act violation, probably a RICO.
- Hey, thanks. Great. - How you doing, Eddie?
We're back together, aren't we?
- 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 labor lawyer. What happened?
We were in Louie's two nights ago,
I go to use the bathroom, and two fuckin' guidos jump me.
Uh, I prefer we use the term "Italian-Americans."
Whatever, but they were really goin' to work on me. It could've gotten serious.
Larry Cash came in and he went after 'em.
Larry Cash is in the hospital, with a broken jaw and a ruptured kidney.
Is this becoming a criminal investigation?
Um, no, it would take years to see that thing through.
These people have families living through this daily.
Hey, Julie, can we send a case of Chianti over to Larry Cash?
- Larry Cash? - Yes, he's at St. Luke's.
And send flowers to his wife Brenda. They're both in the Rolodex.
Yes, Mr. Dean.
Well, why don't you guys just head on home.
I'm your lawyer. I'm in the process of dealing with these guido motherfuckers.
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.
OK.
Brill's note said that
this is the videotape 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.
OK. Um...
Wow. That's not exactly the answer I was hoping for.
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.
Pardon me for being a little uncomfortable
with hiring someone that I don't know and never even met.
Then don't hire him.
Ten thousand dollars.
And I'm also uncomfortable havin' to carry that kind of cash around.
Well, this should lighten your load.
I don't know if Brill's price is 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.
Tsk. I like you too.
Look, 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.
Right there, you see the guy there?
That's Hugh Simic. He administers the pension fund.
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.
- When you gonna take a picture of us? - Everybody say "money."
Here comes a great shot right here.
Everybody say "not guilty."
Here it comes.
- That's not you? - That ain't me.
Well, you know, that's actually really great news for me.
It lifts a huge weight off of my shoulders.
Because 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 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, I don't know, that ain't you, as you so eloquently put it.
Are you fuckin' with me? Eloquently?
- That's not me. - Oh, that's not you.
Well, I'm sorry I've wasted your time, gentlemen,
you know, since that's not you.
Oh, you know what? I'm thinkin'. Maybe I'll just, you know,
run this tape past the federal prosecutor.
They have really great VCRs down there.
A lot of times, they can see 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.
OK. Sit down.
- No, I'm fine, thank you. - No, you are not fine.
Now sit your ass... down.
I would like my clients to be able to exercise their constitutional rights.
And if that happens,
that tape will disappear into my private collection,
along with the Zapruder film and the porno from Hitler's bunker.
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 fuckin' eggplant.
This fuckin' videotape may save your clients' asses,
but you can be goddamned sure it ain't gonna save yours.
Now, who made the fuckin' 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 are any acquaintances of the black persuasion.
Carlos, why don't you get out of that chair?
Talk to Mr. Dean.
Who's your fucking acquaintance?
Listen to me. I wanna know who made that videotape,
and I wanna know in a week. Or I'll kill 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 at the Lockraven Reservoir
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 favorite dog. Bob. Is currently with police.
I understand there was a history of heart problems.
There were heart problems.
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 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.
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 with 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 techs with 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 N.R.O.
- 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.
All right.
Yeah. A training op.
Kruger and Jones, sir.
We were with the 22nd Marine Expeditionary Unit. Kramer sent us.
- Nice haircut. - 30 months in a federal penitentiary
at Illinois for a GBH 1 on your gunnery sergeant. What's that?
The guy was an asshole, 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 at the Lockraven Reservoir
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.
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 an hour ago.
You may know 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 reservoir.
I am also told that there was no one in the car...
Fuck a duck.
Holy shit!
... on the ground. And is currently with police.
He's from Syracuse. New York. The congressman was an opponent of
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 murder on videotape.
Phil Hamersly died of a heart attack.
Negative. Hamersly was professionally wasted under the direction...
of some anal-retentive with what looks like a serious vitamin D deficiency.
How did you get this tape?
My conservation study at the lake photographed the murder.
You're kidding me!
The camera was aimed across at the pier. Right where Phil Hamersly was killed.
- How fast can I get that tape? - 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-war 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.
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, um, I just, I need... I need some, uh, a Christmas present.
- For your wife? - Yes, of several years.
We're ver... Uh, yes.
- You want some lingerie for your wife? - Yes, yes, I would.
Do you like Christian Dior?
I have to be really honest with you. I'm not really...
...experienced in this. I don't...
Get out of town!
I mean, don't get me wrong. I mean, I'm experienced, you know, from...
- Yeah. Right. ...from a certain perspective.
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, uh, she's, um... - Yeah.
- She's about... She's... - Size six.
- Yeah, right. She's abo... She's a six. - Right. And what about cup size?
Um...
Oh! Oh, she's way bigger than that.
I mean, not... I mean, not noticeably.
- Oops. - Should have gotten her a watch.
- Hello? It's me, Ruthie. - Shit.
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!
Shit. Fuck.
- Come on, man! - Uh, one minute.
- I'm goin' in. - Come on, Danny!
Come on. Come on.
Aw, shit. It's not working.
I got him! I got him! He's rabbiting!
- He's out! - 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.
Requesting immediate 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 guns! No!
- Where is he? - He's on the roof. Right there.
- Satellite imagery coming. - Roger that. Patch visual, my location.
Confirm visual. Thank you much.
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...
- Entrance of Captain Ike's. - Roger.
Get out of the way!
Hey!
Air One, suspect heading towards front exit.
- Detail front of building on Columbia. - Copy that.
I got him! I got him!
All units, target entering the barbershop.
- Hah! Bullshit! - We lost him! We lost him!
Units in pursuit, target exiting rear of barbershop in alley. Follow.
- I can't see anything. - We lost visual.
- I'm blank. What do you got? - Who's got him?
Oh!
Zavitz. Daniel Zavitz.
It's me, Bobby Dean. We were at Georgetown together. You OK?
- Help me. - Do you remember...
- What do you think of this one, sir? - Yeah, this is Becky.
- Becky, say hi. - Can I have one second, please?
He's running down 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 on Connecticut.
OK. Got him.
Go, go, go, go!
Target switching. 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.
Hey, hey!
- I'm beatin' you. - No, I'm beatin' you.
- Hello. - Hi, Mr. Dean.
Am I in the wrong house?
I'm looking for an eight-year-old boy, about yay high.
Kinda good-looking. Allegedly my son.
- No. - Hm. Maybe he's behind the TV.
Eric?
- What? What? Oh, I'm sorry. - Are those my Christmas presents?
- Yep, some of them. - Can I open them?
- Yeah, sure, here you go. - Seriously?
- In your dreams, buddy. Beat it. - Dad!
- Are you staying for dinner, Dylan? - If it's OK with you.
- Got any money? - He's kidding.
- I'm gonna sleep over at Dylan's, OK? - 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.
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 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. - Hm.
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 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 these people consider the United States their enemy.
- They see acts of terrorism... - Do 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.
Oh, I love you so much.
I love you, too, sweetie.
Not to mention the gangster that threatened to kill me today.
- Hah! Very funny. - Oh, you think? Hilarious.
- Mm. What'd you get me? - A bowling ball.
No more of that MSNBC terrorist talk. You're scaring the kids.
We'll take your phone calls for Congressman Sam Albert 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.
- More good news? - Didn't make it to the paper,
but there was a private sector contact.
- Who? - Several indiscriminants and one primary.
- Who? - Robert Dean, a D.C. Labor lawyer.
Lives in Georgetown with his wife Carla Dean, also an attorney.
She's with the A.C.L.U., as it happens.
I suppose he could've given it directly to Bob Woodward.
Maybe we dodged a bullet. 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 workup
on a Robert Clayton Dean.
His Social's 986-26-0901. Pull up keyhole data files, OK?
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.
If you decide you want to stay at Dylan's till the end of the weekend or...
the end of the century, we 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-hm. 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 had 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% 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 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.
OK. 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 are...
- Can the computer see 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.
- He could've downloaded it to anything. - Or the bag twisted in Dean's hand.
Or something moved in front 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!
Oh!
Go away!
Dammit, Porsche!
- Hello, Mr. Dean? - Uh, yes. Can I help you?
This is Detective Benning. I'm Pratt, with D.C. Metro.
- Shh. - Sorry to bother you at home, sir.
We want to ask a few questions about Daniel Zavitz.
I'm sorry. Can I see your badges?
- Certainly, sir. - Sure.
All right. Come on. Back up, Porsche.
- All right. Nice and smooth. Come on. - OK.
I didn't see the accident. I don't know whose fault it was.
- We're not here to talk about the accident. - I thought you said...
We should apologize for the confusion.
We're handling a different aspect of the inquiry.
It turns out Mr. Zavitz was involved in an extortion scheme.
- What kind of watch is that? - It's an Omega.
You're not constrained by attorney-client privilege?
- Shh-shh. Yeah, that's correct. - You see, Mr. Dean,
we have reason to believe Mr. Zavitz passed sensitive materials to you.
What kind of materials?
Sensitive. We were hoping you could tell us that.
No. He didn't pass me anything.
These voice stress points indicate a high degree of anxiety.
Anxiety about what?
That's the nature of physics. If he'd given me something, I would've known.
- Oh, he's lying! - What about your packages, sir?
Could something have slipped in amongst the purchases?
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.
- Aw, Christ. - This guy's good.
How did you happen to be at Ruby's?
I was shopping for lingerie. Isn't that legal?
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'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, just a second, sweetie.
Either he'll 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 killers walk free
because the eyewitness was an alcoholic.
I've seen sex offenders untouched 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'll come out with it. When he does, I want his credibility.
I want people to know he's lying before he speaks.
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 most frequently called numbers, and let's get into his life.
The union situation has mob written all over it.
He's vulnerable on Rachel Banks. I want to know about his wife, his parents,
his gambling problems, his urine samples, his porno rentals.
Use every means possible to get what we need.
Because this little son of a bitch 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!
- Who was the investigator? - What do you mean? His name?
Come on, Bobby. You know what I'm asking.
Is it the guy who Rachel knows?
Why do we go through this every time?
- Bobby, I'm just asking, OK? - Rachel Banks is not an issue anymore.
You are the only woman in the world for me.
You and Janet Jackson.
I have to be honest. If Janet Jackson called me,
I might have to change my last name to Jackson.
Yeah, right. I'd have to break that woman's legs too.
- Lower, like kids would do it. - You sound like an old lady. Shut up.
Ooh, sensitive.
Jones has some issues we need to resolve.
- Oh. Control, they are home. - Uh-oh.
- Come on, let's get the hell out of here. - Shut up! I'm having fun.
Move, guys.
Oh, nice blender.
Oh, my God.
- Oh, Porsche. - Shh, shh.
Oh, damn. The dog is green.
Jones painted the dog.
This is Robert Dean, 2811 Sutton. I'd like to report a break-in.
I don't know. It's been vandalized. From the looks of it, 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 jewelry? - 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.
- How you doin', Mike? - Morning.
Oh, Mike, you think you could get me a background on a Daniel Zavitz?
Recently deceased. Went to Georgetown together.
- Zavitz? - Yeah, don't know much else about him.
- Give me two days. - You got two hours.
- Uh... I wouldn't go in there. - Why?
- Uh... serious overflow. - Is there another one?
Yeah, right down the hall.
OK.
This sucks. You should be up here with your head jammed against this thing.
Hold this.
Ow! Goddamn it! Ow!
- Shh! - Goddamn it. Fucking keep it down.
- Hey, good morning, Julie. - Hi, Mr. Silverberg sent these to you.
OK.
Copy "Mingus." Start your data transfer ASAP.
Blow over? I won't sit around and wait for this to blow over!
Jerry, I'm suing their right-wing asses right into Chapter 11!
This is flagrant! They never even heard my side of the story!
They have no Sullivan protection with this.
- Mr. Dean. - Yes.
Rachel Banks is on line one,
and Silverberg and Blake want to see you in the conference room.
Uh, Jerry, 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.
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.
- I heard you. Thank you. - You got your own problems.
Uh, no, Rachel. It's fine.
Oh, damn it!
I just got off the phone with a source that I trust.
A grand jury is being convened to look into your labor practice
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 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... - Mark, I'm telling you.
This is Pintero. He's coming after me.
You give me one week - one week and four guys from litigation,
and I guarantee you, we'll 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 toss one another some work every once in awhile. That's it.
Did you have an affair with her four years ago?
You ever beat off in the shower, Brian? You ever have any homosexual thoughts?
- Bobby, that is... - None of my fucking 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 fuckin' 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.
Oh, shit. Here he comes.
Carla!
Where is she, Jen?
She doesn't want to talk to you.
- Why not? - Because she's reading the paper.
He's fucked.
Asshole.
Carla.
- How could you let me find out like this? - I'm findin' out like this.
This is all lies. None of this stuff is true.
- You weren't there with her? - Yes, I had lunch with her.
We had lunch once a month.
She's the contact for the investigator, Brill. You were right.
Someone took 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 knew if I told you that...
You've already had an affair with this woman! An affair.
We went to a counselor for a year!
And you're lyin' about even seein' her?
You make me sick!
God, this is just like my parents, man.
I am smeared all over the newspapers for money-laundering schemes, mob ties.
I lost my job. I am asking you.
I am 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.
- I'm telling you that this is all bullshit! - I don't want to hear anything else.
I cannot think with you in my face. I want you to leave.
What do you need to think about? It's bullshit!
Just leave, so I can think! For me, OK? Just leave.
Just go, Bobby. Go.
Go!
- You want a blend? - Yeah.
Thanks.
- Hi. - Hi. I'd like a room for the evening.
OK. Thank you.
I'm sorry, sir. This card was 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. - 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!
Dammit!
Hi. This is Rachel. Leave a message after the beep.
Hey, Rachel, it's Bobby. I need to talk to you,
and I need to talk to you face-to-face.
Meet me tomorrow, 11 am, Mount Vernon Square. I'll see you then.
Yes.
It's down to the wire for the $10 billion
so-called Telecommunications Security and Privacy Act.
With the vote just days away. Congressman Sam Albert
was drumming up support at a press conference today in Washington. D. C.
Terrorism cannot be fought in open warfare.
Intelligence is cheaper. Faster and more effective and far more socially acceptable
than direct military intervention.
We must decide which of them best serves the long-term interests
of this great democracy in which we live.
I truly believe that this act is. In the end. Our very best means of preserving it.
All right, we're moving into phase two of the training op.
Selby's gonna brief you on it, so listen up, OK?
We'll follow the subjects through the square.
We'll have three listening stations and two video units
with unidirectional mikes. Pratt, you're three. Jones, Fiedler, Krug,
you guys are at ground level following the targets.
You move when I say, you go when I say.
All hand-offs 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.
- You guys clear? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Jones, Krug, you 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.
- They said he was here. - Mr. Pintero would like to help you.
But he won't.
And why not?
Well, 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 sharp. - I know. 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. Better on two?
- Unfortunately not. - Two is better.
The IRS contacted me this morning.
- Two, you're good. Hold position. - They say my lifestyle...
...exceeds my income. - Oh. You're being audited?
Last four years. What's going on, Bobby?
Look, don't worry about that. My firm will represent you free of charge.
- 80 percent. - You don't work there, remember?
- It's a temporary situation. - Your 80's becoming a 20.
- Move to audio three. - On three. 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.
- Reference Rachel's file. Look for "Brill." - 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 guy was legit.
- You needed information - I got it for you. - Two, you're good.
- Three is good. - This conversation is over.
OK, here we go.
- You gonna wander around..? - Two, you gotta do better.
- Shit. - You want your life back?
I don't have a life.
I'm in love with a married man.
OK, 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 just 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 out of here.
They're on the move.
- Comin' to three. - Stay with 'em.
I got 40, 20...
Following through trees. Two, can you track them?
I have lost line-of-sight. Repeat, I have lost line-of-sight.
- Three, you've got nothing. - Lost line-of-sight.
We lost audio. We have his tracers and can still follow 'em.
When I need to reach Brill,
I chalk the mailbox outside my house.
When he crosses the mark. I make the drop.
Location's always the same - same time. Same place.
3 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.
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. No 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 to talk to him?
- Yeah. - What did he say?
- He said, "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.
- He didn't give me anything. - A name? A phone number?
Nothing! He didn't give me anything!
- Who the hell's that? - Somebody trying to get our attention.
He's doing a good job.
Two-zero-nine to anybody. I need help.
Who you calling?
- I thought you worked alone. - Shut up.
- Stay exactly where you are. - Hey!
Look what you did to my car!
Shit!
We have a subject entering the structure 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.
- Task keyhole coordinates. - LAT. 39 degrees. 14 minutes.
LONG. 74 degrees. 39 minutes.
- Hello. - Carla, don't hang up on me.
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...
Something's going on. I don't know who it is...
Robert. I went to the store today.
And my A. T. M. 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, I gotta go. - Robert, wait a minute...
Get on the fucking elevator.
Oh, really?
Got vertical movement here.
He's in an elevator.
- We're losing tracking. - Got a visual?
We need a better signal.
- You guys there yet? - Negative.
What the fuck is going on?
Unh.
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 dead. Something is wrong.
Get up.
Tracers three, four and five are on their way up.
He's getting help, boys.
We had an arrangement. No contact. You broke the rules.
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 agents you had following you?
- I don't... - Who are you working for?
- I'm not working... - Is that about me? Am I a target?
- 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. - Tracer three is on its way down.
- Where did he go? - How did 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, and he picked up on it? Come on. Think.
- Shit, I said it. - Goddamn it. That's why I have rules.
- Is this about Pintero? - You think the mob uses devices like this?
- Where are your elevators? - Right over there.
In your phone was a G.P.S. Sat-tracker. Pulse is at 24 gigahertz.
- What is that? - It's like a Lo Jack.
Two generations better than what the police have.
- What does that mean? - You speak English?
- Obviously not that well. - You're kind of a jerk, aren't you?
The N.S.A. Can read the time off your fucking wristwatch.
Enough of this bullshit. Either shoot me or tell me what the fuck is going on!
Jones, take the stairs.
Krug, hold the perimeter. Come on my signal.
National Security Agency conducts worldwide surveillance.
Fax, phones, satellite communication.
They're the only ones 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 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, belt, zipper.
- Get rid of your clothes. - Then what am I supposed to do?
Nothing. You live another day, I'll be very impressed.
Two targets. Rooftop. North side.
Two targets, rooftop. Maintain visual, please.
- You have something they want. - I don't have anything!
Maybe you do and you don't know it. Stay away from Rachel and me.
Come near either one of us, I'm gonna kill you. Get rid of your watch.
- My wife gave me this for our anniversary. - Then keep it.
Stay off the phone.
- Either he just committed suicide... - Or he learned to fly.
- Air One, stay with him. - Target's on the move.
Satellite imagery coming through.
One meter res layering wireframe coming your way. Over.
- OK, gentlemen, we're back on-line. - Wireframe download complete.
We have a tracer in the stairwell on 20 traveling down. 19, 18...
...17... - Coming up!
He's out of the stairwell on 17. Go to 17.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
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.
No, no. No tip. I'm fine. Thank you. No tip.
- Hello. - Hi.
I wanna make sure you folks have everything you need to be comfortable.
I got something here.
We got him.
Krug, Jones, get your asses up here to the 17th floor.
That's really important to us here.
Mr. Dean? I'd like to talk to you. - Aw, shit.
- My clothes. - Ooh, yeah!
- Shit! - Yeah.
Mr. Dean?
Whoo!
Mr. Dean? Come to the door, and we can work this out.
I got rabies or something. I can't do it. I can't do it.
It's a go.
Aah!
- That's our last tracer. - Mr. Dean!
Let's not let this get out of hand. Let's not involve the hotel guests.
Down, ma'am, sir. Sit down. Thank you.
- Door! - Everything's gonna be all right, folks.
Krug, balcony!
Air One, we got him. He's dropped to the 16th floor.
Air One, visual support. Check perimeter, south side of the building.
10-4. Control. We have visual.
- He jumped to 15. Go to 15. - Go!
Grab his clothes.
Let's go, gentlemen. Weapons away.