- Go! - Unh.
Move!
Dean, open this door, goddamn it!
Dean, come on now! We just wanna talk! Open the door!
Open that door.
Aah!
D.C. Metro. Our partner's trapped inside.
Evacuate this building.
Control. We have approaching emergency vehicles.
Show's going public, and they're at the front door.
- Stand down. Maintain visual perimeter. - We're outta here.
Chavez on the 15th floor. We got one man trapped and possibly down.
There's a guy trapped in there.
You're going to be OK, guy. You'll be all right.
- OK, we are traveling. Known destination? - St. Elizabeth's.
- We need sat backup now. - It's already done.
Take it easy, guy. You'll be all right.
Calm down. It's OK.
- Easy, fella. - I gotta go. Stop the ambulance.
- Tell him to stop it now!
- Pull over, George. - Easy, fella.
- He's getting out! - Son of a bitch!
He's escaped the ambulance and is on foot.
Our guys are in pursuit. Hold that coordinate.
LAT. 39 degrees. 27 minutes. LONG. 74 degrees. 42 minutes.
- Move, guys. - Go, go, go! Damn it! Go around!
- You're on. Go. - Tunnel Control, this is D.C. Metro.
In pursuit armed felon in tunnel. Requesting video help.
Metro, this is Tunnel Control. We got a 20 on your suspect.
- Heading south in tunnel six. - Copy that.
We got him. He's right in front of us. Tunnel six.
He's heading down tunnel six. He's got nowhere to go.
He's 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? - Main access to sub-ventilation tunnel.
- Closest vehicular access? - Adjacent utility entrance, south side.
Copy that. He's in the ventilation tunnel.
Proceed to the utility entrance on the south side.
- There is no visual coverage. - He's in a ventilation tunnel.
There's a service entrance at the south end! Come on! Let's go!
Come on! Go!
Aah!
Normally, I wouldn't do this.
Do you guys have him? Talk to me, people.
Shit! Shit!
Why is this 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 check out. We're running it through EPIC now.
- Do you think we're being set up? - 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 more serious for Mr. Dean. We'll both think about how, OK?
OK. Good.
- Anything wrong? - No.
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. It's me. - I know it's you.
- You scared the shit out of me. - The house is bugged.
Everything you say, they can hear and see.
Listen to me. Listen, listen.
I never - I swear to God. I never - this is the truth.
I never, ever since the problem, touched Rachel like that.
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. OK?
OK.
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. It's not time for the "I told you so" speech.
That day when Daniel Zavitz got hit by the fire truck, he was running.
The people that were chasing him, that's the people that are chasing me.
Bobby, are you serious?
Go to Philadelphia, stay with your family. Give me time to work this out.
I don't think so. They're not chasing me out of my house.
They're not chasing me. I picked those drapes.
Shh, shh, shh. Nobody cares about the drapes.
Just one time can I make some decisions around here?
Just go to Philadelphia. I need you to do that for me, OK?
- OK. - I miss you.
Oh, God.
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?
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? - 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's going on?
What are you doing with that?
Shh, baby. Shh, shh. Take it.
I don't want it. What do you want me to do with this?
Get me some money. I need some clothes. 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 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.
One time, let me follow the nanny!
You know what that means, don't you? With them hairy legs...
Deep dish bush.
You're a sick fuck.
- Is there anybody following us? - No. No, Mr. Bobby.
Drive faster. I wanna catch 'em before they get to school.
- There they are. - Pull up and tell them to get in the car.
OK.
Eric, Dylan, get in the car, please.
- No, we're OK. - Get in the car right now.
- But school's right down the block. - You heard me. Now, get.
- What's up, fellas? - Dad?
No, no. Turn around. Sit down. Face forward.
- But, Dad... - What did I say, Eric?
Pick a spot on those seats. We're gonna play a game.
Pick a spot and look right at it. You can't let anyone know I'm back here, OK?
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.
- Are you and Mom getting a divorce? - Face forward.
What are you talking about? No, we're not getting a divorce.
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. When I put my foot down, that's it.
- My mom won. - I have a question I need to ask you.
It is absolutely imperative that you tell me the truth.
Now, no matter what you say, you are not gonna get in trouble.
- All right? You ready? - Yeah.
Remember that night I had those Christmas presents?
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.
I promise I'll get you another one.
- 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.
- But I need it. 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 van sitting outside all day.
I'm not trying to get anyone in trouble,
but I think they might be doing drugs or something in there.
I was hoping you could send a car by.
Allison. All available units.
Check out a white van at 454 Beaumont for a possible 1031 narcotics violation.
- Oh, eat me. That's us. - Yup.
Rachel.
Oh, shit.
Open the door. Open the door!
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 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 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 have we got? - We got nothing.
Pull up everything we have on tape. The square, the house surveillance.
Van, give me the sat imagery of the hotel roof.
OK, 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? - Mm-mm. 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. - Maybe you can design a new one.
Maybe I will, idiot.
I got it. Let me talk to the nanny. Maybe she can help.
That's a good idea, Fiedler.
Stay put. I need some food. I need to eat.
- 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 need your surveillance tapes for the last 20 minutes.
Hey, Larry!
The surveillance footage is coming in 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 went south.
Unfortunately. The shot's too tight.
I got make. Model and color. But the plates are phony.
- Order satellite coverage on this sector. - It's done.
See you later then.
- That's all we can get at this point? - Squeeze me at this point.
I'm doing the best I can.
- You planning a quick getaway? - Yeah, ever since I met you.
I hate to see the chicken that lives in this coop.
This is where I work. May seem strange, but it's been my office for 15 years.
It's completely secure. Copper wire mesh keeps the radio signals out.
The satellite imagery of the convenience store 20 minutes ago.
They're in an El Camino.
There it is.
John, give us LAT 30, 64 minutes, LONG 72, 29 minutes.
There they are.
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.
The government's been in bed with the telecommunications industry
since the '40s. They've infected everything.
They can get into your bank statements, your computer files, 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.
I used to work for the NSA I was a communication analyst.
Listen to international calls, foreign nationalists.
That G.P.S. 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 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.
The Hubble Telescope that looks up to 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 bouncin' off satellites - they snatch 'em 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 the 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.
He's not a professional. He's a politician.
Aw, shit! Take that.
When's the last time you contacted somebody?
When we stopped.
- I told you not to use a phone. - 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 place is gonna blow! Go, go, go!
Come on! Go!
Move! Move! Move!
Move! Move!
- What 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! Goddamn! - Stop the car!
- Where's the disk? - Shit!
No! Shit!
- 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.
- You're leaving? - The disk is gone.
We've 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...
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?
You're not the target. I am.
We got him. He's right in front of us.
Come on, come on.
We got him. He's got nowhere to go.
Air One to ground. They're somewhere between the trains.
Get the fuck away from me.
Dammit!
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 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 towards the freeway.
- Get out of the fucking car! - All right.
- Come on. Get out. - All right.
- Don't do this to me. - Tell your story walking.
Hey, wait a minute. Don't...
Thanks for your help back at the train.
Oh, 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 getting cranky.
Getting?
I'm hypoglycemic. My body can't metabolize the sugar, so...
So you're a 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.
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.
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, friends, everyone you know and 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.
Hey! Come up here. Come on.
In guerrilla 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.
Only fight battles you know you can win. That's the way the Vietcong did it.
You capture their 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. - Never mind.
- That's my best aloha shirt. - Well, say "aloha" to it.
You want a cookie, an apple or the pretzels?
Cookie.
- You want the apple or the pretzels? - The cookie.
- Do you have any kids? - Yep. A boy, Eric. He's eight.
What do you know about locking on to cellular phone signals?
Well, generally I just push "send" and hope.
Great. You're gonna be a big help.
- How's the cookie? - It's real good.
- Steve, how you doing? - Howdy.
- Need some gear. - Help yourself.
- Say hi to Bill. - How you doing, Bill?
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, let me know I'm Bill. - I just did.
... the 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 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 OK?
She's fine. When will you have some time to talk?
About 30. 40 minutes. I'll be in suite 59. Lincoln Hotel.
- You're a dangerous man. - Ha-ha-ha.
Aw, shit.
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 law-abiding my whole life. One day with you, I'm shooting...
And breaking... I have to go to the bathroom.
- Rest well. - Thanks. Bye.
Good work. Guys.
So, how does one stumble into your line of work?
When I was 12, my dad had a grocery store.
Had a partner he thought was stealing from him,
so I figured out a way to tap the phone.
I loved listening to this guy and him not knowing I was there,
- like I was invisible. - So was he stealing?
Yeah.
Hm.
We got him.
Yeah, go for it, Mr. Congressman.
There's our hard-earned tax dollars at work.
God bless America.
- You're too young to watch this part here. - Yeah, so is she.
What's the matter?
I was just thinkin', what if someone was watching me like that?
Now you know how Pintero felt.
Yeah, could you send somebody up to my room, please?
Yes, this is Christa, the congressman's aide.
How should I know what it is?
I'm just a congressman, for chrissake.
Security expert tells me it's like a PX-73 burst transmitter,
whatever the hell that is. Except it's much more sophisticated.
Of course I'm going to send it down. That's... That's not the...
Because I want to know who in the hell put it there, Jim.
- Hi there. - Hola. Si?
La electricidad? Oh. Si.
Oh.
Gracias. Seņorita.
- Hi there. - Hello.
The category. Barbara.
This is very irritating. Get one channel and stay with it.
- Stop jumping! - We're on TV!
- Stop jumping around. - We're on TV!
OK, these are the ones they wanted us to find.
- They're all ours. We made 'em. - You think this is fucking amusing?
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. 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 lowa and 3rd at 3:00.
I'll be there at four.
We need a confession out of this guy.
We have to get it on tape, and we have to get it fast, OK?
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 you turn the mic on.
- What's the signal? - Putting gum in my mouth.
So after the signal, you turn the mike on. Turn it on now. Let's try it.
OK, off.
Good.
To be safe, they'll try to scan all the frequencies to try to track you down.
If these guys are good, and they're very good,
in a location like this, they'll have you in five, six minutes.
So in four minutes time, after you turn that tape on,
regardless of what's happening, you get out that door. 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. - 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 Mr. Dean.
- Actually, it's Dean that has the tape. - Aw, shit.
- 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.
You're getting self-righteous on me? I've seen your file.
- Not exactly a beacon of light. - Yeah, I agree.
It's just that... You kill Hamersly, OK.
I wouldn't have, but I understand the argument.
But why the girl?
Just to get to some schmuck that barely knows you're after him?
- Schmuck? - We never dealt with domestic.
- With us. It was always war. - You won the war.
Now we're fighting the peace. It's more volatile.
Does he take this long doing everything?
Now we've got ten million crackpots out there
with sniper scopes, saran gas and C-4.
Ten-year-olds go on the net, downloading encryption we can barely break,
not to mention instructions on how to make a low-yield nuclear device.
Privacy's been dead for 30 years because we can't risk it.
The privacy that's left is the inside of your head. Maybe that's enough.
- Get him to say something. - We've located subject. Keep him talking.
You think we're the enemy of democracy, you and I? We're democracy's last hope.
- There'll always be power. - You shouldn't be there, get out.
They're on to us. Get out and follow procedure.
Get out now, Robert. Get out!
You gonna shoot a policeman?
- You wouldn't get a block. - Get in.
- Yeah? - Tom?
- Emily, what is it? - Our Visa card's been canceled...
- Did you try the American Express? - Yeah. I tried that too.
- I can't deal with this. I'll call you back. - Listen. I... No. Tom...
Credit cards not working? 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 gonna take all of you with him.
Trust me on this.
Aah! Goddamn! Oh, you son of a bitch!
Rachel Banks is not the issue. Hamersly is.
He was killed for a purpose. Where's the tape?
Oh, shit.
Where's the tape?
Tom!
All right. I'll give it to you.
Thank you.
What are you doing, you moron? That's our only leverage!
- For chrissake. - 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. You view the tape, you sign off on it.
They let Brill go, 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 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. - I'll have it gift wrapped.
It's your show.
- Isn't that the guy that was here last time? - 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, sure you made it.
- Come on. Eat your food. - I am.
Black guy's back with a couple creeps.
Yeah, 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, he wants it back.
Really? I don't give a shit what he wants.
Could we have some privacy, please?
Yeah, maybe we should.
- Get the kids out of here. - Come on, boys.
Get 'em out of here. Go on.
Maria. Come on! Uncle Paulie will take you to the zoo later.
- Ooh, ooh, Hicks. - What the hell's the matter with him?
No, not on the equipment. We gotta get him... OK.
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.
Oh, yeah. OK.
He's your friend. 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, OK? 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.
The federal government made a videotape?
- You guys oughta get in there. - 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.
Only one who'll get arrested 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. Until then, get out of my joint.
You gotta get in there! They're gonna be dead bodies all over the place!
- Shut up! - Get in there!
- OK, let's go. - This is it. This is it.
Krug, take the rear. Jones, you're in the side entrance.
What are we waiting for? Come on, let's go!
No. Tony says we wait until they show up.
- 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.
- Drop your weapons! - No!
Go! Go! Go!
- Get your hands up. - You get your hands up! Drop the gun!
- On your knees. - Easy with this guy. He's not one of them.
Easy, easy. Get up. Come on.
- 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 paramedics. We have 13 bodies in here. Let's go.
All right, listen up. Get some I.D. S on these guys. Get these guns out of here.
Excuse me, there was a guy in here in cop uniform.
- The guy with the bloody hand? - Yes.
Yeah, we have him on surveillance tape.
Russ, would you run that back for me?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up. There he is.
He's headed south on Washington. Is that a cat under his arm?
All right, thank you.
He's going down. He'll take all of you with him.
Goddamn!
Rachel Banks is not the issue. Hamersly is.
He was killed for a purpose. Where's the tape?
Why did you record it?
OK, 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.
- They're stalling. - Still stalling.
- A tape. - A tape of it.
- What did you think was going on? - I thought it was an S.T.O.
- S.T. O? - Standard Training Op.
Congressman! Does this mean the privacy bill is dead, Congressman?
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've also come to realize that we need to monitor the people monitoring them.
Well, who's going to monitor the monitors of the monitors?
I wouldn't mind doing a little, uh, monitoring myself.
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 Albert. How do we 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.