I know it's an important meeting.
I'm wearing a tie. But my car
was on fire.
Yes, fire.
Flames of fire shooting out of the hood.
And the auto club's taking their sweet time getting here.
What? What
I-I can't hear... hello?
Hello? Okay, there.
Can you hear me now? Good.
Maybe if I stand here long enough,
we can have a full conversation.
No, I don't think it's my crappy carrier,
I think it's my cheap, crappy phone.
Just-just... just tell Lou
that I'll be there as soon as they tow my car, okay?
All right, thank you. Diane, thank you. You're the best.
Wow. Nice car.
Uh... yeah.
Yeah. It's a 355 spider.
You like cars?
I like this car.
What's not to like? It's a beauty.
Eight cylinder, six-speed engine.
Smooth grain leather. You know these things are
assembled entirely by hand.
You're right.
What's not to like?
All right, call for a tow?
Just a, uh... Yeah. Right here.
Right. Where you want me to haul this steaming pile,
garage or straight to the junkyard?
Garage would be fine. Thanks.
Sorry. My car broke...
broke down.
Hope you brought cash, Romeo.
Your membership's expired.
What?
Man...
What's going on?
Uh... someone's just hacked into our accounts.
What? What are you talking about?
We're being robbed.
They've got a million.
How? Th-this is a restricted system.
- Million and a half. - Stop them.
I can't.
The United States Federal Reserve:
$300 billion.
A big marble building to keep track of it:
$10 million
Stealing $2 Million from the Man:
Priceless
That's me. Jake Foley,
I'm in Tech Support. Security Clearance:
Low.
Very low.
Then one day, it all changed.
Life just got real interesting.
James Bond, Napoleon Solo, Steve Austin.
You never saw any of those guys count pennies for a tow.
Okay, you can't compare yourself to Steve Austin.
He was a man barely alive. They had to rebuild him.
Laugh it up. My auto repair estimates
come in as bad as I think they are, I'm gonna be
the world's first ride-sharing superspy.
Okay, (A) ride sharing? Hello?
It's an idea whose time has come.
And (B) eventually they're gonna give you a company car.
- What? Really? When? - Oh, yeah,
in a couple years.
Oh, great. Well, maybe by then, Human Resources
will have processed my R-12 form, and I'll start getting paid.
You know, I made more when I was de-fragging hard drives around here
than I do fighting Uncle Sam's enemies. And you know why?
Two words: Overtime.
Yeah, uh, Uncle Sam's enemies
don't punch a clock. Come on.
This M.O. matches a cyber-criminal gang
- we've been tracking. - Ooh, guys.
Our intel on them is limited. They're pretty clever.
This isn't the Bedford Falls Savings & Loan.
This is the Federal Reserve Bank of the United States.
The people of this country depend on us
to keep their tax dollars safe from criminals,
even the very clever ones.
We have our best people on this. We'll get a lead.
We already have one. Look.
This crest is from Ironhawk Knight Quest.
Could be a fifth-level mage. Not really sure about the...
Ironhawk Knight Quest?
It's an online role-playing game.
Okay, thousands of people can play at the same time.
I'd put money on it
you spend enough time poking around in that environment,
you're eventually gonna find this guy.
Oh, you're throwing fireballs at me now,
is that how it's gonna be? Well, bring it on, little man.
Is he still playing that on-line game?
He cut off my leg!
18 hours and counting. This better be the guy.
Please tell me we're close.
We are. We're running a reverse IP lookup on that wizard,
but the player is re-routing his signal through offshore data havens.
We just have to keep him online a little longer.
Not longer, you're killing me. I haven't slept,
I haven't showered, and I have one leg.
Why don't you just use that dagger thing?
You, go away. Now. Now.
We've got him.
Oh. Thank god.
Ow.
Five, four,
three, two,
one.
Get away from the desk, Dumont!
Hands where I can see them now. Come on!
I saw you on my security cameras.
Your cover formation is sloppy.
Your men have the weaver stance all wrong.
I deserve better for my tax dollars.
Jake...
- he's erasing the hard drive. - What?
Don't even try. It's over.
How'd he do that?
That's your tax dollars at work.
You get what you pay for.
Get him out of here.
I want my lawyer
Uh-oh.
What's wrong?
Well, it's asking for a password.
Can't you just do your thing?
No, I can't just do my thing
'cause the password's not in the computer,
it's in his head.
You know what I love about passwords?
It can take years to figure them out.
You named your cell phone "Fionavar,"
your mp-3 player "Earthsea,"
your PDA "Gondor."
All your passwords are kings in those fantasy novels.
Foley, you're embarrassing yourself.
Oh, now when I saw your hard drive was named "gormenghast,"
now that really narrowed things down.
'Cause it could've Titus groan,
or it could've been his dad lord sepulchrave...
It takes more than an underpaid tech grub to crack me.
Well, then I-I pictured you
at your computer with your little black chair
and sunglasses.
And I realized that
your password could only be
the Death Owl.
You're bluffing.
Well, thanks, Death Owl,
'cause this underpaid tech grub just got you
to hand over your password.
Foley...
you're talented,
but when you wake up tomorrow you're still gonna be the same
government droid sellout.
- You're still gonna be in that cell. - Don't bet on it.
You know the difference between you and me? I've lived.
I've been to every continent, and I've eaten every food,
and I've had hotter sex than you'll ever know...
and when I get out with the sole mission
to personally frag your ass for depriving me of that,
you're still gonna be the same thrift-store- clothes-wearing,
six-dollar-haircut loser I see before me.
Here's what Jake found in Dumont's computer.
There are four other hackers in the ring. They don't use their real names.
The two virus engineers call themselves Clu and Bit.
Telco specialist is Yori.
And the one with the online handle "MacP" plans the jobs.
He wants the others to meet him in Berlin in two days.
They're willing to risk a meeting this soon
after robbing the Federal Reserve?
- What is he planning? - Well, I suggest to place
someone undercover in Dumont's place and find out.
- They've never seen him? - No, they never met in person.
They're so paranoid, they haven't exchanged photos.
It's all e-mails, IRC chats, numbered Cayman accounts.
What do we know about this Dumont?
Got a Ph.D. at 15.
Recruited to write software for Banatech.
Six months in, he quits.
Dumont accussed Banatch of stealing his ideas.
He's been underground ever since.
All right, make a list. Who's available,
who's qualified, who fits the profile.
Ah, if ever an assignment screamed Agent Foley...
- I don't think so, Jake. - Oh, why not?
I found Dumont, I cracked his hard drive. I can do this.
No, Jake, we're talking about going overseas
and infiltrating a criminal gang.
Agents train for years to do this type of duty.
Yeah, but these aren't drug dealers. They're not terrorists.
They're nerds. They're like... they're like nerds gone wild.
These are my people.
Okay, what's your in?
I show up, wait for them to contact me.
- Now when they do? - Get them talking.
- Wrong. - Don't you want me to find out about the job?
Let the information come to you, Jake.
- Observe and gather. - What if they're not buying it?
What if they start asking me questions?
Well, you tell me.
- I walk away. - You walk away.
Where's your primary safe house?
Lisberger apartments number 98 Alexanderplatz
- Secondary. - 221-B Backer Strasse.
Good.
Okay, passport...
wallet...
euro dollars.
- Wow, these are cool. - Jake.
Right. I'm listening.
Your cell phone functions as a streaming video transmitter.
Show us what they look like, okay?
- Where are you gonna keep it? - Uh, my coat lining.
No, it's a cell phone.
Right. It's a phone. Treat it like a phone.
Where'd you go to school?
Carnegie Mellon for undergrad, cal tech for my masters,
Doctorate at MIT and did my thesis on heuristic algorithms.
Too much information.
Never give them enough to catch you in a lie.
Weapons.
I can't take any.
That's right.
You'll be alone and unarmed.
Jake, I think I've told you everything I can.
From now on, your best defense, your only defense...
is knowing Dumont inside out.
You have twelve hours to become him.
Hi, I'm Dumont.
Dumont
Yeah. That's good.
I'm Dumont.
Yeah, I ride bikes.
Different one every day. Today?
Well, today's the KTM-525 SX, Babe.
Yeah.
Like the wind.
Oh! Hey!
My car.
Wir mochten mit ihnen sprechen. Commen sie mit
German intelligence. You are under arrest.
Look, I told you, my name is Kevin Flynn.
I don't know who this "Dumont" is.
Don't patronize us.
Dumont is your online handle.
We know you robbed the American Federal Reserve.
And we know you're working with at least four others,
attacking systems, rerouting transfers,
appropriating millions.
And you will give us their names.
I swear I don't know what you're talking about.
Every nation in the european union
has a jail cell ready for you.
If you don't cooperate, you may find yourself in every one of them.
That's a nice watch.
We are not here to discuss watches.
We want names.
And we are quickly losing our patience.
The building seems kind of empty.
German Intelligence on some kind of a holiday or something?
Wal... Walther PPK. I thought...
I thought James Bond was the only guy who still used one of those.
Oh, you think you're smart?
Think you can outsmart the bullet?
That's a line from "Robocop".
What's going on here? You guys learn everything you know from movies?
We're so busted!
Hey, way to ace the loyalty test, Dumont.
I'm Bit, this is Clu.
Hey, who'd you believe more?
Oh,
clearly you're both evil geniuses.
Hey, this is 50,000 euros.
That's courtesy of McP.
The only caveat is: spend it all by dawn.
Is this some silent zen torture?
I was just thinking.
Oh.
That would explain the long silent patches.
You're a bright guy.
Are you bright enough to understand that the only way out is to cut a deal?
What have I said or done to make you think I would cut a deal?
Oh...
you're pitching a deal 'cause you're worried.
You sent little Jake in my place, didn't you?
That's a bad poker face, Agent Duarte.
Qui tacet consentire videtur.
"He who is silent is understood to agree."
You know, it's because of people like you
that I love the Patriot Act.
I hope you kissed him good-bye.
Because even if he manages to fool them,
which he won't for too long,
the temptation will be too much for the little bag-biter to resist.
I know it was for me.
Yeah, right.
Oh, and Dumont -
besame el culo.
This place used to be headquarters
for east berlin communist youth.
Now you can't get a drink here for less than 20 euros.
Wow. Ausgezeichnet.
Excellent. Carry on.
Enschuldigen sie bitte.
Uh, is this the end of the line?
Dude, what are you doing?
Right.
Come on.
We don't do lines.
Look who we brought.
Aha!
Family's complete.
Hey, about time.
How you doing, brother? How was your flight, man
- Good. - Good.
Finally, in the flesh.
Dumont?
Yori.
You're not what I expected.
- What'd you expect? - Less.
- Come on! - Come on!
Come on, man! Bring it on!
Come on, man! Another round.
You got the shots? Put on some liederhosen!
Bring your sister. Bring your sister.
Temping was the worst.
Anything goes wrong, they blame you.
Dranzacom fired me
because they thought I was stealing post-its.
Well, that and I wouldn't sleep
with the homunculus office manager.
Nothing's as bad as a render farm -
herding pixels 24 hours a day
for nothing.
I couldn't even afford a new futon.
I slept on a used one.
Hey, at least you had a bed.
Try sleeping on a flea-infested couch
while your less talented,
more politically savvy friends
are peddling IPOs.
Oh!
Yeah, okay, okay. Uh, m-my first I.T. job,
I-I had these two bosses
that second-guessed everything that I did.
And they give me a "promotion"
and take away my overtime.
I'm driving this old, rusty piece of junk car,
I live above a 24-hour deli.
To this day, the smell of fried peppers
makes me homicidal.
That surprises me, Dumont.
I can't imagine you as an I.T.
Yeah, I'm trying to forget it.
Hey, here's to not spending 80 hours a week
putting away code in a cubicle,
never wearing a tie and never being poor.
And to doing it on our own terms, ladies and gentlemen!
Oh, yeah! Ow! That's right!
Cheers.
Oh-oh, yeah!
Oh!
This yours?
Vid phone.
Real-time data stream.
Cool!
Yeah!
Yeah! Woo!
Hi. Yeah!
What the hell is he doing?
I think it's the slip.
It's this dance...
more like a grind, actually.
It's very popular in the mitte district.
Not helping. Right.
These are the players?
We assume. He didn't bother to label the photos
or contact us three hours ago like he was supposed to.
Let's see if we can photo-match ID any of these guys.
Working on it.
Why is Jake in all of his photos?
I have no idea.
How much lead time does German Intelligence need to mount a raid?
- Thirty minutes. - Well, we can wait for Jake
to figure out what they're planning,
or we can go in there now and nail them for the Federal reserve.
Alert the Germans.
We're getting him out of there.
Dude, your phone.
Thanks!
What?
You're beautiful.
This is it.
He's at the bar.
- He's here. - Yeah.
You want me to do it or are you gonna?
Uh, well, you know, whatever.
- Okay, so you give him the 30. - Got it.
The-the 30,000. Is that all?
That's what we talked about, right? He's not going to jack you, is he?
- Better not. - All right, here we go.
- It's all there? - Yeah, it's all there.
Don't try to jack us.
What?
Don't you have something for me?
He took off from Heathrow six minutes ago.
We're going to change the world, bro.
Yeah, that we are.
Hey, guys! Guys, we're on.
Dumont just got the word.
- Awesome! - It's on? Now?
Hey, listen, I just... I really have to...
I'm going to go. I'll be just a minute.
Hey, what's going on?
- Why haven't I heard from you? - All right, just listen.
He left Heathrow airport six minutes ago.
Uh, well, no. Eight, I guess.
What are you talking about?
Uh, I don't know. I don't know. Uh. It's a plane.
I think that there's something big this time.
No, Jake, listen. We're getting you out.
German Intelligence is moving in ten minutes.
No, no, no, they can't. This thing's already in motion.
Who are you?
I don't know what game you're playing, Dumont, but I'm not interested.
What, what game?
We've been doing it online for six months, okay?
I don't need you to tell me I'm beautiful.
Save the compliments for somebody who needs it.
Wait, wait.
We're not online anymore.
You're breaking all the rules.
No eye contact, no real names.
We're breaking the rules.
Guys...
we got work to do.
What's the target?
Get in.
Come on. Give us a hint.
Guess we're going down.
We're going way down.
What's that beeping?
I-I'm sorry. It's Jake.
What just happened?
All his numbers just disappeared.
What does that mean, he's dead?
I don't know. He's just gone.
German Intelligence just raided the club.
There's no sign of the hackers. No sign of Jake.
How is that possible?
They went out of satellite range. I don't...
maybe they went underground.
Have them send us a subterranean grid
of all sewers and tunnels in the vicinity.
Get me manifests of all flights coming into Berlin.
Priority match anything that came out of Heathrow in the last half hour.
Cool...
we are in the bat cave.
No, dude. We're in Hitler and Eva Braun's love bunker.
We're inside a concealed lead-lined,
nuclear fallout shelter that hasn't seen the light of day
since the Berlin wall came down.
This is really cool. You think we can get back to the club and keep drinking?
What are we doing? There must be 100 asbestos-free,
nicely-ventilated places we could do this.
There is no place as safe from satellite surveillance,
thermal imaging, and sonar and radio interference.
So buckle your seat belts, ladies and gentlemen.
Excuse me.
Boys and girls, may I present
three tons of supercomputing magnificence.
A teraflop machine.
A multi-teraflop machine. What is that -
like, 60 billion calculations per second?
- Look at the size of that thing. - I am in love.
Our target is Banatech.
My old stomping ground.
Nice. I've been wanting to get back at those wipes
ever since they started charging for their stupid upgrades.
- Buggy software. - I temped there for a couple of weeks
trying to lift the code off the beta version of their new browser.
- How'd you make out? - I didn't.
They've got the firewall of death. I don't care
how many teraflops we've got here.
You're right. It's impossible to crack their firewall.
But not their executive jet.
Right now, all of Banatech's top management are on it,
flying in from Heathrow to a conference in Berlin.
When that jet enters German airspace,
we are going to crack its fly-by wire,
forcing it to circle and circle...
Losing fuel
until their top brass transfer their fortunes
into our Cayman accounts.
We're talking "b" as in billions!
Catch me. I'm gonna faint.
Good.
So, guys... uh, we don't have a lot of time.
Please, start your software.
Be careful.
Dumont,
can I have a word?
Where are my manifests?
We've got 22 printing now.
The Germans just sent us the underground grids.
It's a mess: Miles and miles of cold war bunkers and tunnels.
Tell 'em to start looking.
Here they are.
I got to say, man,
I doubted you.
You were right, man. They bought everything.
They bought everything like a bag of chips.
You got everything else locked down?
What else is there?
Cayman accounts?
You said we didn't need them.
And by the time this is done,
it's going to be pretty obvious we didn't do this for the money.
We got all the money we need.
In your own words, "the only thing we don't have is infamy."
You want to do the toast?
To crashing a plane.
To crashing a plane full of toads.
It's all you, Dumont.
You are a genius.
We're in the system. We're ready to take that plane when you are.
Nice!
Agent Duarte,
Dumont says he knows about the hackers' plans,
but he'll only talk to you.
Let's go.
You come in.
What I have to say is for your ears only.
Open it.
You seem pretty tense.
How's it going?
Do you have something to tell me or not?
Just this.
Tell me about the plane!
He asks for me again, you tase him.
Right.
Open it.
- Say the magic word. - Give it to me! Give it to me!
Say it now!
He slipped.
Got the navigational beacon.
Dumont, crack the fly-by wire whenever you're ready.
Just a sec.
- We've got a problem. - Yes, we do.
Upper management of Banatech is flying into Berlin as we speak.
The company Dumont hates.
What is that?
Someone's trying to send us a message
through one of our secure uplinks.
I think it's coming from Berlin.
It's Jake.
Get Berlin air traffic control.
Find that plane and land them, now!
Dumont, what are you doing?
Waiting for the ping to come back from the 5-0-1.
We got that five minutes ago.
Look, it's right there. Now, take the damn plane.
No.
Why not?
What's-what's going on? Who's trying to upload a message?
Check your e-mail at home, guys.
This is Berlin control
requesting an immediate emergency landing
Tower, this is charter November X-Ray
seven-four-two-zero-five.
This communication is highly irregular.
I need a reason to initiate an emergency landing.
Fly-by-wire's been bypassed.
Manual override's out.
We don't have control of the plane.
How do we get control of that plane?
Get a secure line to Berlin Intelligence.
German air traffic control should have a code
to override the fly-by-wire and release that plane.
They're gonna crash...
in ten minutes.
Dude, how could you?
Because you're all being used.
You weren't brought here to hold that plane hostage.
You were brought to crash it.
- What? - He's lying.
Yeah, tell them about the Cayman accounts.
There aren't any!
This isn't about money. This is all about
Dumont getting back at Banatech.
Who you gonna believe?
Your friend who's made you millions
or this U.S. government wage slave?
Look, I've met Dumont.
You know he can make you believe anything that he wants.
He's got you isolated.
His lackey's got a gun. You really believe
he meant for you to get out of this alive?
Okay, let's rethink this.
It's not worth it till we know who's telling the truth.
Do you all feel that way?
Okay, then.
No, no!
I feel differently.
Ich bin Louise Beckett.
Ich muss mit ihren direktor sprechen.
You're pretty good, huh -
as a hacker and a social engineer.
Buy you'll never be a player.
You better pray.
Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is November X-Ray
Seven-Four-Two-Zero-Five.
We are unable to maintain control of the equipment.
Ja, ich verstehe.
The hackers have locked the Germans out of their own system.
They can't input the override code.
But Jake can.
Wir benotigen seinen code.
It's gonna be okay.
Not for you, it's not.
What did you do to my computer?
We got it back.
We have control of the plane.
Pull up. Just pull up!
This is November X-Ray Seven-Four-Two-Zero-Five
requesting immediate landing clearance, please.
He did it.
Anything more you can tell us, Agent Foley?
Yeah, I don't know. Uh... excuse me.
I'm sorry about the way things turned out.
You've got nothing to be sorry for.
Uh, my real name is Rachel.
Jake.
What?
Nothing. It's just funny, you know. I just rode to work
with the world's first ride-sharing superspy.
Yeah, well, I hear ride-sharing's an idea whose time has come.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- Huh. I'll see ya. - Okay.
How was Berlin, Jake?
Miss me?
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