Previously on Jake 2.0
I'm Jake Foley, tech support.
I see you're still at the NSA.
We have a problem.
You see how the nanites have positioned
themselves along his central nervous system.
This guy can interface with technology.
He's like a universal remote,
and every one of his body functions is enhanced.
I've just been authorized to create a special ops team
with you at its core.
Drop your weapon and hand over the pouch.
What?! No, no, no.
Oh, man.
You're not listening.
You've failed the simulator again.
I keep telling you, always count your shots, Jake.
Twelve in the mag, one in the pipe.
I know, it's just... All right, look,
I messed up, okay? But did you see that jump?
I mean, come on. It...
Yeah, yeah. I did; it was impressive,
but in the real world, you're dead.
What do they want?
We've got a guy with a half billion dollars' worth
of nanotechnology inside of him. They want results.
Oh, we're getting results, honestly.
Just look at what he can do. Here.
Okay, see this? It's what I use to monitor Jake
and track his vitals and stuff like that. Okay,
so... look here.
His breathing is normal for this level of exertion. His heart rate's 103.
Now, here...
This is when he sees the rocket
grenade thing - whatever you call it - and
his adrenals are up 300% instantly.
That is the nanites triggering his adrenal glands.
I mean, Jake's muscles are not any different than yours or mine,
but you hit him with this much adrenaline, and,
I mean, their performance just increases tenfold,
and the same goes for his sight and hearing.
I mean, the nanites simply enhance
all of his existing functions.
It's technology at its best. It's...
- it's beautiful. - It's unpredictable.
Diane, he was dropped to his knees by one of our metal detectors.
Yeah, I'm, uh... I'm working on that, but
you have to understand that the nanites are molecular computers,
which makes him susceptible to the same kinds of things as,
well, your average desktop - I mean,
electromagnetic waves, and power surges,
and viruses... the hacking...
... - well, technically - I mean,
the chances of that, I think, are really low,
and-and I don't even know how an outsider would even know that...
Okay, okay. Kyle?
Yeah, he's strong; he's fast...
but I'm concerned about his instincts.
He has yet to beat the simulator room, and he can barely bring himself to hit someone.
I'm afraid that if we put him in the field, he'll be a danger to himself
- and any other agent he's with. - Enough, enough.
- All he needs is more time. - He's had three weeks.
- They're giving us one more. - What?
Diane, they want to see a demonstration.
If we can't prove Jake's a viable use for this technology,
they're going to shut us down.
You're going to shut down my program?
This is years' worth of research.
Well, they would continue to study him in a controlled environment.
What - they're going to lock him up in a room like a lab rat? Wh...
he's a human being. They-they... they can't do that.
Oh, they can, and they will.
Oh, yeah, we're still having some trouble with the cramping, and...
That's me. Jake Foley, I'm in Tech Support.
Security Clearance: Low.
Very low.
Then one day, it all changed.
Now, I can do things I've never dreamed of.
I've been upgraded.
I have these powers.
Life just got real interesting.
"Sandstorm" in position.
Copy that, Sandstorm.
Look, we're still not able to get a read on that inside heat signature.
- Please stand by. - Standing by.
- What's going on? - It's Al Juhuara -
a terrorist cell in Tunisia.
They've gotten their hands on one of our EMPs.
Electromagnetic pulse bomb?
That's right. We're going to get it back.
We only got a half an hour of darkness left,
and coming home empty-handed is not an option.
Request permission to proceed.
Well, that's not how I'd like to go in, but it is your call, Sandstorm.
Don't worry yourself, Chief.
No worries here...
and just a reminder, you are authorized
- for flash and bang only. - Copy that.
- Percussive grenades? - Yeah. They want to stun the guards
- before storming the compound. - Oh, that's a good idea.
Okay, boys,
let's go wake 'em up.
Come in, Sandstorm.
Sandstorm, come in.
Sandstorm, do you copy?
Yeah, I copy. Sorry.
Looks like I got a little sand in my radio.
Well, I'll tell you what.
You bring it home, and I'll clean it myself.
I'll take you up on that, chief.
We got the target in good hands.
Request permission to head home.
Good work.
How unbelievable.
Well, that's what real agents do.
"That's what real agents do, Jake."
"In the real world, you'd be dead, Jake."
Oh.
Hello?
Okay, I know you're going to think I'm a total idiot,
but where is my "C:" Drive?
Uh, it's in your computer.
No. It isn't showing up.
Uh, oh-oh, um, hit control function 8 all at the same time.
There it is. Jake, you're amazing.
I try.
I miss seeing you.
- You do? - Yeah. Can I take you to lunch?
I'd love to catch up.
Um, okay.
- Are you free tomorrow? - Yeah.
How 'bout, um, 1:00 at Mick's?
Yeah, okay, sure. That sounds fine.
All right, uh, I'll see you then. Bye.
- Hey. - Hi. Uh...
I didn't mean to interrupt. I-I just was on my way home,
uh... sort of.
I actually live on the other side of the hill, but, uh...
I picked this up on the weekend.
- It's a desk lamp. - That's...
really nice. Thanks.
Welcome.
Do you want to come inside?
Yeah.
This is going to look great...
well, when I have a desk.
Can I get you something to drink?
- Uh, yeah, just water is fine. - Okay.
I haven't unpacked my glasses yet.
I've kind of been drinking out of the faucet.
Oh, I'm good then.
You know what? I'm going to find you one. Hold on.
I guess you can probably kiss the
security deposit good-bye, huh?
Yeah, I don't really know my own strength anymore.
Well, you'll get used to it.
Yeah, I was thinking that, this whole thing's really weird,
'cause-'cause I come home from work one day,
and all my stuff's packed up in boxes,
and my roommate's been transferred out of the country,
and then I'm forced to come live here,
'cause it's supposedly a more secure location
above Luigi's Deli.
You smell that? I do.
Twenty-four hours a day.
Well, all things considered, I think that you're
handling things pretty well, um...
Diane, you don't have to say that.
I saw the way you guys were looking at me today, and it's pretty clear that,
uh, even if I wanted to be an Agent my entire life,
I may just not be cut out for it.
Jake...
do you know what happens if you don't make it?
What?
I don't get my Nobel Prize, and
I really want my Nobel Prize, you know - I-I want
the-the fame, and I want the money, and
I really want the medal... So this whole
"I don't think I can make it" thing - I think you better lose it,
or I'm going to have to kick your nanobot butt, okay?
What's the deal with the TV?
Oh, yeah, the TV. Well,
uh, the cable guy was supposed to come by -
twice - but, uh, you know how that goes.
You know that you could just...
fix it yourself.
Wouldn't that be illegal?
Uh, shouldn't it be illegal for the cable guy to make
you wait around all day and not show up?
Good point.
There you go.
You want to stick around for a while, watch some TV?
Yeah. Yeah.
So is, is this the place where you tell me my mission,
should I choose to accept it?
Right.
Armory access open.
Cool. Wow.
Ah, this is where we get our side arms.
It's where I get mine.
Right.
Well, I guess as long as we're together, then, uh, I'm covered.
Vault Access Open.
What's in there?
It's the most secure vault in the building:
Three feet of lead and steel, impenetrable to any and all types of blasts.
Cool.
I just can't get over that Agent Wright. I mean, the guy is awesome.
Hey, you ever think they'll ever send me to Tunisia
or someplace like Tunisia, someplace exotic?
Jake, this is the NSA.
We're the largest and most powerful intelligence agency in the world.
There are 46,000 people working here,
all charged with the awesome responsibility
of keeping this nation safe.
Not one of them, including myself,
is concerned with whether or not you'll be sent someplace "exotic".
Right... no, of course.
Hey, so, Kyle, what are we doing here?
Is something going down, or...
Look around, Jake. Tell me what you see.
Okay, uh...
I see, uh, mom pushing a baby in her stroller...
some... businessmen, probably on lunch break.
There's, uh, woman jogging -
she's kind of hot.
Not that it matters.
Does it? I don't know.
Let me tell you what I see.
Six people on cell phones. Any of them could be ordering a hit.
Three backpacks and a baby carriage,
each large enough to hold enough C-4 to level a city block.
Right.
Now, as to the reason we're here.
The NSA intercepted a phone call.
An unidentified state department official
is attempting to sell some information.
That exchange is going down here.
We have two agents covering the north end.
You and I will cover the south.
Okay.
Jake, this may be our only chance at this guy.
You understand?
Yeah, yes, yes, yes, sir. Absolutely, I'm ready.
- Good. - Let's go. Let's do this.
Oh, let's do this. Yeah. Take it.
So this is everything?
It's all there. Nobody can know about this.
Of course not.
Kyle.
Kyle!
Kyle... Kyle!
Kyle, I got him!
- Everybody down! Federal agent! - Hey stop!
- Hand it over! - What?
I'm with the NSA, pal. I saw everything.
- Jake, what are you doing? - I got him Kyle. I got him.
Jake, he's not even one of ours.
One of ours?
We're running a training operation, sir.
- It's a case of a mistaken identity. - Mistaken identity.
- We apologize. - You're going to hear from my lawyers.
That's what you're going to hear from.
That's great. That's great. You've managed to catch a hot dog
- vendor paying off his bookie. - Well, it sounded like a drop, okay?
Jake, think. Now would a real drop sound like one?
- Huh? Would it be that obvious? - Maybe,
I don't know. What do you want from me?
I want you to step up. Okay? Dig deeper.
Jake, I want you to learn to look beyond the obvious.
SandOps. This is Sandstorm.
We're headed home with the device.
Copy that.
There you go, sir.
Agent Wright, would you care for anything else before we land?
No, thank you.
So sorry about that.
All right, let's go again.
You're pretty stressed. I figure we should just take a break.
No, I'm fine. Let's go again.
Okay.
Go.
Come on. Let's do it.
Okay, just breathe. Just take it easy.
Come on. No, damn it!
All right, you know, that's it. That's enough.
- Why does it keep doing that?! - Because interfacing wirelessly,
especially when the nanites are operating at this many computations per second,
it's very taxing. They have to shut themselves down to keep from overloading.
-Well, why don't you increase the threshold? - Can't do that.
What do you mean you can't?
- It's new technology. - Diane, I need help.
I don't know how.
This was Dr. Gage's project, and I came in early on
as his post-doc but I just... I don't know it like he does,
and I can't ask him because he's kind of dead so
I'm the best that you got, and I'm telling you, Jake,
I am doing everything that I can to help you, but you just,
you can't rely on me to make this happen, and you can't rely on the nanites.
Hey now, you don't understand. I am messing up out there,
and the only reason I'm still here is 'cause of the nanites.
You know what? You're an idiot.
Ow!
What, so are we done?
I guess we are.
You guys done here?
Yes.
Ow! Damn.
We've got something.
Are we going somewhere cause I kind of have something.
At 1:00. Lunch with Sarah Carter. I'll drive.
What do you know about Sarah?
She attended Georgetown University,
graduated in 1999 with you.
Currently the legislative director for Senator Thompson.
You have a thing for her.
She trusts you. That works in our favor.
What?
Your friend's been investigating DoD funds
that were diverted to us for the nanotechnology project.
That's highly classified.
Your objective is to stop her investigation.
- What's this? - Your cover.
My cover.
You want me to lie to my friend?
I'll be listening.
Oh, thanks.
Isn't this great?
Just the two of us.
Yeah, yeah. Just the two of us.
So how are things at work?
Oh yeah, same old same old. You know,
just trying to keep the nation's computers up and running.
How about... how about you?
Are you-you still seeing that guy?
No. He was, um...
I don't know. I just didn't trust him.
How about you?
Oh, no. You can... you can trust me.
No. No. I mean, are you seeing anyone?
Oh, oh. No. No.
I kind of feel like I'm being consumed by my work.
That's this town, Jake.
That's what it does to you.
Do you remember when the most important thing was
how to get beer on a Friday night?
- Jake, get on with it. - Okay.
What?
Oh, I-I-I meant, um,
yeah, yeah. I remember what that was like
back in college with the-the...
beer.
Oh,
I'm sorry. I have to get this.
Hello.
I told you I'd have the stats by friday.
All right, look, you're not helping me.
I can do this, but you have to get off my back.
Yeah, I know. I know. I am.
And just for the record, all this training stuff -
you're not so good at it, okay?
Are you okay?
Yeah. Yeah. You know what?
You know when you're working on a problem,
and you're kind of talking to yourself?
No. Uh, not really.
So what's the problem?
Actually, uh...
actually, it was something I wanted to talk to you about.
Okay.
Um, well, I came...
I came across something at work,
and, um...
I think it has something to do with those missing funds you were looking into.
- You did? - Yeah.
The thing is, it's actually kind of silly.
Well-well, the NSA wanted to upgrade some computer systems,
but they didn't want the CIA to find out about it,
because they-they want the same thing, so...
they hid the funds.
I don't believe it.
Yeah. Really competitive over there.
No. I mean, I don't believe it, Jake.
They wouldn't come after me over something like that.
That's a good point.
But, uh,
Sarah, you have to realize that these computers -
they're really big
and expensive.
No, Jake. It's not true.
I know.
I have a source.
A source?
You sure it's someone you can trust? 'Cause,
Sarah, the-the Intel that I have
is-is really supposed to be
really reliable.
Great story, Kyle. Worked like a charm.
I think it did.
What?! Were you listening?
She's not going to quit. She has a source.
Congratulations. You did good.
Hello.
SandStorm has been compromised.
- Where? - National Park.
I'm on my way.
What do we know at this point.
At least five people were killed in the crash.
Alright, listen up, people. We suffered a terrible blast today.
Agents Wright, Tishler and Garcia are dead.
We believe the person responsible for this
took possession of an EMP and parachuted from the plane.
I've notified the CIA and the National Security Advisor.
This is a code red threat to our nation's capital.
Let's get in front of it.
You want me to notify their families?
- No. I'll take care of it. - Okay.
Hello, Gwen?
This is Lou Beckett.
I'm afraid I have some very sad news about Nicholas.
It happened at 11:35...
They cut off his hand.
Yeah.
We got to get this guy.
The missing electromagnetic pulse bomb
is a class D portable,
similar to larger devices we used in Iraq.
Now this one has a blast radius of
approximately two miles.
Any electronic device within that perimeter will be disabled.
Now as you can imagine, detonation almost anywhere
in the D.C. Area could be devastating.
Now, fortunately for us, we built it,
- so there are some fail-safes. - Like what?
Well, first, there's an encrypted warning beacon.
If he tries to arm it, we'll get a signal.
Giving us how much time to find it and shut it down?
Twenty minutes.
- What's the other fail-safe? - Well, that one might not necessarily work
in our favor. In order to shut it down, you need the right codes.
Enter the wrong code, it accelerates the timer.
And there's no turning it off.
- Get the codes. - Yes, sir.
Who are we looking for?
We picked up a security cam image in airport in Tunis.
We believe it's Abdul Tiranzi, Al Juhuara's chief weapons expert.
Tiranzi. Advanced Engineering Degrees.
Helped the Chinese design their long-range missiles.
His mother's an American.
Why is he listed as "possibly deceased?"
The Israelis have targeted him several times,
but they've never confirmed his death.
They did get his brother last year.
- Was his brother Al Juhuara? - No.
He was a professor in Gaza. It was a mistake.
- What happened? - Bad intel.
From us.
Great. So now he's really pissed.
I want Tiranzi's photo out in the field.
Maybe we'll get lucky.
It's the warning beacon. He just armed it.
Take whoever you need and get out there.
Leland, Carvallo, Wallace - let's go.
He's turning South on 18th street.
Copy that.
Target's on the northeast corner of 19th and M.
- You have 12 minutes. - Got it.
- Has Alan got those codes? - I need two more minutes.
We'll make it.
- Hey, are you doing okay? - Yeah, fine.
Well, your blood pressure's a little high.
Yeah, probably 'cause I'm standing around here doing nothing.
- Well, you're still in training. - I could be in training forever.
Kyle will never believe I've got what it takes.
Jake, Kyle fought for you.
I mean, when this accident happened and none of us knew what to do with you,
he's the one that wanted to make you an agent.
He knew how badly you wanted this.
- He's moving. - Where?
- South on 19th. - We're on it.
He's making a left on Pennsylvania. He's heading for the White House.
You can outflank him at 18th.
Copy that. Doing it now.
Come on.
Hey, on the ground now! On the ground!
Dude, chill! It was just a stop sign!
Get down! Don't you move!
Watch him.
We got the case.
We have a problem.
There's no EMP; it's just a transmitter.
He's replicating the warning beacon.
We got another one at the pentagon. And congress.
Check them all out. Get every available agent on it now.
Fifty feet right in front of you.
I'm on it.
What do you have? Do you have anything?
No, just another transmitter.
Watch quadrant D.
Nothing. Just another transmitter.
Ortiz, where are you?
Yo, nothing here.
Another transmitter.
What? What's wrong?
This guy is drawing all our available agents into the field.
- And...? - And...
I-it, it's too obvious.
He wants all our attention out there.
He wants all of us out there. Why?
Because the target's not out there.
The target's here, where we're most vulnerable.
He detonates that bomb inside the NSA,
we lose all our satellite links, all our communications.
There's a worldwide security blackout.
Al Juhuara has free rein.
How would he ever get in here?
He knows exactly how.
Level five,
the mainframe...
Agent Wright admitted 1723 p.m.
He's here.
Call Kyle. Tell him what's going on, and evacuate the building.
Jake! Oh...
Hello sir.
Mainframe Access. Open.
Please proceed to the nearest exit.
Going somewhere with that?
I guess not. I'll have days,
maybe weeks... with nobody watching.
Your world will never be the same.
Don't tell me you're the best they've got.
Mainframe Access Open.
Vault Access Open.
Hey, come on. You've got to get out of here.
Freeze! Federal Agent!
You should always count your shots.
12 in the mag...
One in the pipe.
You are so lucky.
A slightly larger dose of that EMP, I think would have put you out for good.
But as it is now, all we need's a little reprogramming.
Thank you.
It's nothing. We can take care of it tomorrow.
Uh, no.
I meant for believing in me...
and... putting up with me.
Well, we're in this together, right?
Right.
Lou wants to see you.
I lost three agents to this operation, Jake.
Three very gifted agents.
Fortunately, I found one, too.
Congratulations, Agent Foley.
Thanks.
You did good.
So, how'd you know?
Looked beyond the obvious.
- Oh. Congratulations. - Thank you.
- It's good. - Yeah.
Oh, hey. Congratulations.
Thanks, thanks a lot. Thank you.
- Thank you. - Oh, goodness, hi.
Thank you. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
Thank you, thank you. Oh, thanks.
- Who is it? - Cable guy.
Uh, just a second.
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