Yes, I do understand, senator.
I think we got a team on the West Coast. Fort Mac Arthur.
Maybe they should pay our friend a visit.
Come on.
Network IP range. Confirmed.
Please confirm. Confirm. Confirm.
We are cruising!
Oh, yeah.
Next. And next.
Too easy.
No, don't. No, no, no. Yes!
Three percent, please. Oh, fuck. I'm fucked.
No, no, no. Fuck you!
Shit, there's no fucking way.
I'm rusty. Rusty.
Come on, come on.
Okay. Time to disguise you. . .
. . .as an internal destruction.
Quick, quick. Thank you. Return.
Three, two, one, go. Come on.
Come on. Yeah.
Close.
Yes.
Oh, baby.
Now I've just got to modify the code.
The bank's IDS logs every packer. . .
. . .that go to any port other than the 22 or 80 TCP.
Holy shit.
Okay, Chateau Attigue 1996. White, white.
Nope.
Come on, come on.
Here we go.
Twenty-six. Ninety-six. Nine--
Oh, shit!
What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.
- We gotta talk. - Let's take a drive.
- Can't we talk here? - We shouldn't.
Ever heard of Harry Houdini?
He wasn't like today's magicians, only interested in television ratings.
He was an artist. He could make an elephant disappear in a full theater.
You know how he did that?
- Misdirection. - What are you talking about?
Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.
- What's going on? - We've got a tail. Hold on.
Shit.
Jesus. Jesus!
Take the wheel.
- What? - Take the wheel!
Holy shit!
Who are those guys?
Jesus!
What the fuck are you doing?
Jesus!
Drive, Stan.
Move!
- I can't drive this thing. - Learn!
- Move it. - Come on!
Hard left! Hard left!
Keep going!
Go!
Get in the car.
Not until you tell me what I'm involved in.
Look, Stanley, I like you.
You're on my good side. But don't confuse kindness with weakness.
You have 12 hours to get the hydra. So get in the car.
Stanley, are you okay?
I just saw that maniac murder people in the street. I'm fucking great.
You can't leave. It'll all work out. You gotta trust me.
Trust you? Yeah.
You're DEA, I got the feds up my ass and I don't know what's going on here.
If we don't find out who he works for, we'll have to start over.
That's not my problem. I don't care who he works for.
What about Holly? Do you give a shit about her?
Finish the job. We'll get your daughter back.
I promise.
Ah, the great American outdoors.
Yet I never understood the appeal of fly-fishing.
A bit too much like masturbation for me without the payoff.
This is a catch-and-release stream, isn't it?
Yeah, I believe it is.
You must see the irony in that, senator.
Chairman of the subcommittee on crime fishing in a catch-and-release stream.
How could you do it to me, Jim? After all we suffered.
I've changed my identity so often I don't know who I am anymore.
How could you do it? We were so close to our goal!
The FBI was watching you.
You tried to kill me.
You've misplaced your loyalty, senator. You've sold out America.
Patriotism does not have a four-year shelf life.
But politicians do.
What are you doing with that?
Thomas Jefferson once shot a man for treason.
Hold the phone. Thomas Jeff--
- Stan. How are you? - Fine.
Finished?
Is this Stanley Jobson, social security number 669547311?
I'm calling from Credit Suisse to notify you...
... that $ 10 million was transferred into your new account.
- As promised. - Thanks.
So I'm done, then.
Soon. Walk with me.
Against my better judgment, I'm going to tell you who I am.
- I know who you are. - Do you?
I think you think I'm a bank robber.
But the truth is, I'm just like you.
Like me? No. Because you're a murderer.
That I am, and worse. But I do have ethics. Rules I adhere to.
- Why are you telling me this? - Well, if you listen, then you'll know.
You asked who those men were. I'll tell you.
Hoover started a secret organization in the '50s, called Black Cell.
To protect our freedoms.
I don't care. All I care about is my daughter.
I'm talking about your daughter. You, your daughter. . .
. . .and 200 million Americans who take their freedoms for granted.
I see.
You don't know what it takes to protect our freedoms. That's my job.
To protect your way of life.
So you're really stealing all this money just to protect little old me.
That's right, Stanley. Because wars cost money.
War?
Who are we at war with?
Anyone who impinges on America's freedom.
Terrorist states, Stanley.
Someone must bring their war to them.
They bomb a church, we bomb 10.
They hijack a plane, we take out an airport.
They execute American tourists, we nuke an entire city.
We make terrorism so horrific that it's unthinkable to attack Americans.
You're not using the phone lines. You're going into the bank.
And you're coming with us. It'll all be over in 24 hours.
You're a rich man, Stanley.
Soon you'll be on a yacht with your daughter, eating bonbons.
The American dream. And just think:
You'll have done your small part in ensuring America's way of life.
You're a hero, Stan.
Stay there!
Don't worry. Let him go.
He'll be back.
Okay, load them up. Let's move out. Let's go!
Back!
Move it, move it! Let's move!
Let's go. Hands behind your head. Let's go!
Key, please.
What key? I don't know about any key.
Key.
Let's move! Back of the bank. Now!
Let's go, let's go!
Down. Everyone down!
Just wait here.
Hello?
Melissa?
Holly!
Oh, God. Holly!
Baby!
Baby. Baby. Shit!
No! Release the hostage!
- Help me! - Let her go!
Let her go!
- Nick. - Yeah.
- You all right? - I'm good.
- That was your decision! - No, you did that!
How many people die is up to you!
I want that plane on the runway in 25 minutes!
He wants a plane on the runway in 25 minutes.
My suggestion, sir? You give it to him!
He wants a plane? I'll give him a goddamn plane.
- Finish the job. - Not until I see my daughter!
You want to see her? Get him his daughter!
- Dad! - Oh, Jesus. Baby, are you okay?
It's okay, it's okay.
You son of a bitch.
You think I wanted it to come to this?
I'll sacrifice any lives I have to to protect this country.
Including my own.
Let her go. And I'll get your money.
You finish the job, and you both go. Come on, Stanley.
- I need the disc. - Disc.
- How do you want it allocated? - Spread evenly over the accounts.
Come on. Done. Give me my daughter.
- Verify this. - Good.
Get her.
You okay? Okay, come on.
Stanley, hold up.
Good job.
- See you around. - I doubt it.
What's happening? What's happening?
- The money's gone. - Stop her!
Go! Run!
Go!
She's coming out.
Come here, come here!
What happened, Stan?
The explosion scrambled the internal clock.
No, it didn't. You fucked me.
You kill me, you'll never get a dollar.
The money jumps every 60 seconds from one account to another.
It'll do so for the next 10 years.
It wasn't supposed to happen for another six hours, but hey.
- Fix it. - Unfortunately, I can't.
The accounts are encrypted with a 1024-bit cipher.
Even I can't get through the firewall. So here's the deal:
Let the hostages go and I'll tell you how to get the money.
We all walk away. Nobody gets hurt.
Deal?
I'm thinking.
No deal. Get Ginger.
Move out.
- What are you doing? - String her up.
- No. Don't do this. - No! Wait, Wait!
Hey, stay still! It'll feel real good.
No, don't do this!
- How long will she live? 60 seconds? - You're insane!
- Fifty-five. - Okay, okay.
- Hope you built in a back door. - Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Thirty.
Plane's on the runway in a half-hour.
Good.
Twenty.
- She's dying. - Shut the fuck up!
Ten. Nine. Eight.
Accounts, accounts.
That's it.
Three. Two.
There it is. Get her down!
- Check. - Verified.
Bring her down.
Jesus.
She was DEA, Stan. Move them out!
Let's move. Quickly and quietly.
- Go, go! - Move it. Come on, people.
Move. Move.
No one wants a repeat of this morning.
Keep your distance. Clear the air space for five miles.
They're on the move.
Move, move.
What?
I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking:
If that launcher was a suppository. . .
. . .would that bad man stick it up my ass?
Well, you eyeball me once more, boy. . .
. . .I'll stick it so far up your ass. . .
. . .you'll be begging me for this bullet.
This bus is your new holding area.
If you don't test your collars, this will all be over soon.
Let's get this son of a bitch.
- How can you justify all this? - You're not looking at the big picture.
Here's a scenario:
You can cure all diseases, but the price. . .
. . .is that you must kill one innocent child. Could you do it?
No.
You disappoint me. It's the greatest good.
- How about 10 innocents? - Now you get it. How about 100? 1000?
To preserve our way of life.
No man has the right to make that decision. You're just a terrorist.
You're wrong, Stanley.
Thousands die every day for no reason. Where's your bleeding heart for them?
You give $20 to Greenpeace thinking you change the world.
What country will harbor terrorists when they see the consequences?
Did you know I can buy nuclear warheads in Minsk for 40 million?
Hell, I buy half a dozen, I even get a discount.
Advise Joy 20 minutes ETA at the airport.
Control, please let A.D. Joy know we're 20 minutes from the airport.
- Ready? - Bird's fueled, ready to go.
- What about your pilot? - He's in the works now.
All right. Let's do it.
Okay, I need a team over here. The rest of you, let's go outside.
Fuck!
Jesus. What the fuck is he thinking?
- Aren't we going to the airport? - Misdirection, Stan.
What are you doing? Where are you taking the thing?
You see Sugarland Express? Didn't like the way it ended.
Pull over before you get--
They can't be serious.
Hold on!
Attention control, this has now become an aerial pursuit.
I've also got people across the tarmac.
Sir, I've just been informed that the bus is no longer en route to LAX.
- What happened? - It broke through the vehicles. . .
- . . .and turned onto First Street. - All right. Let's go.
Sir, the bus is no longer on First Street.
Then where is it?
Airborne.
- What's he doing? - We have a strong wind condition.
Tell him to climb! Climb, goddamn it! Climb!
Down! Everybody down!
Add action or excitement, or change the direction of the entire campaign.
Maybe we ought to rethink the visuals.
Holy shit.
Secure a perimeter around the building.
I want everybody out of this lobby right now.
Secure the elevators and stairs! Anybody coming out, detain them!
- What's going on? - The elevators to the roof?
- Up there. - And the freight elevator?
- Rear of the building. - That way.
Stan-man.
Take care of your girl. Maybe I'll see you around.
No! It's not going to end like this.
Come on, Stan.
Not everything ends as you think it should.
Besides. . .
. . .audiences love happy endings.
Stay here!
Shit! Come on.
Move, move!
- No, Stanley! - Come on.
Get him out of here.
Secure that weapon.
Let's go.
Gentlemen.
You here to identify the body?
The dentals match those the Israeli government sent us. . .
. . .for an ex-Mossad agent named Gabriel Shear.
Excuse me, sir.
The DEA has no record of any Ginger Knowles working for them.
I checked all the hospitals and morgues, and I can't find her body.
Look again. Bodies just don't disappear.
Right.
He could make an elephant disappear...
...in a full theater. You know how he did that?
Misdirection.
I'm DEA, Stanley.
Give him the worm, take the money and get out of here.
What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.
Misdirection, Stan.
This is a bad guy. Nobody's going to miss him.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm good.
Why don't you get out of here? Go see your daughter.
Yeah, thanks.
We'll be in touch.
You son of a bitch.
- Thank you. You're done? - Yes, I'm full.
Good. Let's go.
So, navigator, where's our next stop?
- Holbrook. - Holbrook.
- So what's in Holbrook? - The Petrified Forest, Dad.
- I think you take the I-40 to the 180. - Cool.
Alrighty.
- Are you okay, Dad? - Yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart.
Okay.
Don't worry, Dad. It's going to be okay.
- We're going to be fine. - I know, honey.
I'd like to transfer money from my employer's account.
May I have your account number and password, please?
356126G. Password: Swordfish.
How much would you like to transfer?
All of it. Evenly over these accounts.
It's done.
In international news, terrorist Allal bin-Hazzad...
... was killed today in an unexplained explosion...
...on a yacht in the Mediterranean.
The elusive bin-Hazzad was thought responsible for...
... the U. S. embassy bombing in Istanbul earlier this month.
This is the third killing of a terrorist leader in as many weeks.