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, Goddamn 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 traveling. 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 bitch!
He's escaped the ambulance and he's on foot. But our guys are in pursuit.
- Task keyhole their coordinates. - All right. LAT39 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 bitch! 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.
- Shit! - Shit!
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 shit 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 goddamn 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, shit. 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, shit. 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.
Oh, shit.
Open the door. Open the door!
- I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from me. - Please, not now. Just drive.
- 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 fucking car.
Give me the toy.
- You know why they killed 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 murder 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 caroling
You will get a sentiment...
- Hello. - Yeah, it's me. - Oh, it's you, asshole.
- 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 killed 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 color, 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 El 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 "bomb," "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 I D 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, shit! 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!
Shit!
Goddamn it.
All right, baby, what do we got?
What the...
- Subjects exiting. - Williams, get the hell out of there.
This bitch 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! Goddamn! - Stop the car!
- Where's the disk? - Shit!
No! Shit! 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 goddamn thing in my...
Who gives a fuck 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 fuck away from me.
- Damn it! - We're coming back around.
- You're blowing my whole life. - What life?
You live in a fucking jar so the world can't touch you.
And Rachel... You didn't give a shit 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 fucking 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 shit. What are you talking about?
- I need sugar, you know. I'm-I'm getting cranky. - Getting?
I'm hypoglycemic. Uh, my body can't metabolize the sugar, so...
So you're a real, you know, pain in the ass 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 explosives, 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 then 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 that 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 reprogram 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, shit.
Aw, shit.
- 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-shooting... 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 abortion,
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-ass 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, shit. - 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, shit.
- So what does he want? - He wants to know why you killed 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 kill 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 war.
You won the war. 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 sniper scopes, sarin gas and C-4.
Ten-year-olds go on the Net, downloading encryption we can barely break, not to mention...
- Aw, shit. - 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 shoot 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 canceled. 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 ass, can't it?
Come in.
- Asshole. - Great plan.
Tell him to give me the tape.
- What guarantees do we have if... - None.
None?
Does everybody here know that you killed 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. Aah! Goddamn! Oh, you son of a bitch! You...
- Rachel Banks is not the issue. - Oh, you bastard! - Hamersly is the issue. He was killed for a purpose. Now, where's the tape?
Oh... Oh, shit.
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. Shit!
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 labor 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 shit 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.
Shit. 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 fuck 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 cocksucking...
with an attempt to swallow the evidence, so shut your mouth.
And you, get the fuck 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.
- Shit, 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 guns away. - You put your guns 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 guns 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 gun!
- 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 I Ds on these guys. Let's get these guns out of here.
This guy is going down. He's going to take all of you with him.
- Goddamn! - Rachel Banks is not the issue.
Hamersly is the issue. He was killed 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 anymore.
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.