Jake Foley was an ordinary guy
until a freak accident transformed him
into the world's first computer-enhanced man.
Millions of microscopic computers
interface with his biochemistry
and make him stronger and faster,
able to see and hear farther than normal men.
They give him the power
to control technology with his brain.
Jake Foley - America's secret weapon.
He takes on missions no ordinary agent can perform.
He is the ultimate human upgrade.
Could you please identify yourself for the record?
Agent Jake Foley,
the human subject
with millions of tiny robots inside.
Did you see the way he stood up to us
This isn't about our "field performance",
this is about you finding a scapegoat.
- You're out of line, son. - that's a soldier.
- You like him. - I hate and fear him,
but a man like that bent to your will could accomplish anything.
I don't believe he's bent to anyone's will.
You follow orders, just like everyone else.
that's the problem. One I intend to rectify.
All right. So who had the chicken crisp?
That's me.
And Deputy Director Beckett? What did you order?
Vegetable soup. Green salad. Brown rice.
Now we know how she keeps her girlish figure.
Oh! Here's my pepperoni pizza
with anchovies and artichokes.
The two A's that make a meal worth having.
Mmm. Dig in, guys.
Mm-mmm.
We're clear.
The "two A's that make a meal worth having"?
I'm not a spy, okay? You guys are the spies.
I thought this war was with our enemies out there,
not our superiors in here.
Well, get used to it.
There are factions upstairs who don't want to see us succeed.
They're threatened by things they can't control,
and they can't control you.
What?
Lou, Diane and I had a talk.
What, you're voting me off the island?
No, but
we can have lives after this program.
We can move on.
You, on the other hand, are the program.
If it shuts down, Jake...
What?
You going to put me in a cage five miles underneath the rocky mountains?
Oh, god.
I have a contact, an identity specialist.
He creates new lives for people
and erases the old ones.
He operates outside normal channels.
Now, what he does is neither legal nor cheap.
But he owes me.
Big time.
If you want it,
there's a way out of this war.
Three hundred year-old rivalries
have flared up again in Kembu, Africa.
A radical paramilitary faction
lead by General Iniko Baako
has broken last year's cease fire
and is attempting to overthrow the parliamentary democracy
established by King Namir,
the patriarch of the royal family of Kembu.
Namir issued this statement early this morning.
Kembu is a country that is run by its people,
and we will stand our ground before this tyrant Baako,
as we always have.
And our allies from around the world
will stand with us.
His allies are us and the French.
Well, I guess when it comes to the bleeding, that means us.
As long as the oil fields of Kembu produce, it does.
What's the king asking for?
Very little, but he's worried about his son.
The prince.
There has been no comment yet from Prince Malik of Kembu
who's in attendance at a private university
in the Washington, D.C. Area.
The unrest in Kembu raises the potential
for an assassination attempt on American soil.
Mm-hmm. How credible are the threats?
Judging from General Baako's bloody track record,
I'd say very.
He doesn't just kill his enemies, he kills their families.
We're talking about putting our own agents in the line of fire.
I see.
What's Jake Foley up to?
Hello, Jake.
Hey, uh, hello, Executive Director Warner.
Please, call me Valerie.
I just ran into Warner in the hall.
She was pleasant.
- Now I'm really scared. - You should be.
- She has an assignment for you. - Yeah? What is it?
Protecting Prince Malik Namir of Kembu
until the unrest in his country subsides.
Bodyguarding a Prince.
Doesn't sound so bad. What's the catch?
It's dangerous. You could end up between the prince and a bullet.
And it's delicate. If the prince gets hurt,
Warner blames us. You get hurt...
- Warner blames us. - You are a good candidate.
You're close to the Prince's age
and you are the ultimate human surveillance system.
We'd have a team of agents working with you.
Kyle would head a group here, profiling VISAs,
looking for potential sleeper cells working for General Baako.
So you wouldn't be alone out there. Still,
have you given any thought to what we talked about?
It's about all I've been doing.
And?
And...
I haven't made a decision on that front yet.
So, in the meantime,
I guess I wouldn't mind hanging out with this prince guy.
You sure?
Yeah, so, uh, where am I going?
To live in a castle somewhere? It'd be kind of cool to see a moat.
- Watch out! - Ow.
Are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
No need to put that in the reports.
Hi.
Sorry. Can you throw it here?
Sorry!
Hey, you guys know where I can find Malik?
- Upstairs on the right. - Thank you.
Oh, your highness.
I'm Jake Foley. I was assigned to protect you.
Uh,
I'm with the NSA.
Jambo?
I don't believes he speaks swahili.
Actually, I grew up in Vermont.
- There's not a lot of call for it. - Sorry.
- You're Jake? - Yeah.
I'm Malik.
You bow to me, call me your highness, anything like that, you're fired.
This is Tracey.
I know what you're thinking. "Isn't that a woman's name?"
No, no, I wasn't thinking that.
Smart man.
- It's nice to meet you both. - Likewise.
- So, you're my bodyguard. - Yeah.
Are they downsizing at the NSA?
Well, didn't you hear? Scrawny's the new big.
All right, ground rules.
I don't like guards cramping my style,
and I can't have some guy following me around campus
because that's not suave.
So, you keep your distance,
nobody gets hurt.
Uh, I'm afraid you might.
I was assigned to protect you, so,
I'm sorry, but that's what I'm going to do.
- Hold on. - It's cool, it's cool.
Is that so?
Pretty much.
You're not hanging with me, man.
- At least not in those clothes. - What's wrong with these?
Nothing at all,
if you're going to a debate.
Come on.
Perfect.
You want me to wear that?
The crown prince of Tajir didn't think it was so bad.
He wore it with pride.
Or I tell the NSA you're not cooperating.
Can I borrow your cell?
All right. I'll be waiting.
Take your time.
All right, I'm coming out,
but I look like some kind of muppet reject.
Jake, Jake,
I have the Prince on the northeast perimeter.
Where are you?
- Yeah, I'm on him. - Okay.
Excuse me, Tracey.
I'll excuse you in five minutes, but until then,
my word to Malik and two C-notes in my pocket
is keeping me right here.
Tracey, I'm going to give you three seconds to move.
Or what?
- Where is he? - He's going past the science building.
How'd you do that?
'Cause I'm good at my job.
You are never to get into a vehicle
unless I check it first.
I'm sorry.
So, how much is my freedom going to cost me?
You can't bribe me, Malik.
Well, that's disappointing.
Yeah, well, like it or not, you're stuck with me.
Have it your way.
- Seat belt. - What?
Whoa...!
My last bodyguard, Bobby Dean -
he took two to the head.
- You ever seen brain? - No.
It's nasty.
It's nothing personal, Jake, it's really not.
It's just that bodyguards, they get hurt.
Then you got to bring flowers to the hospital, the grave...
Aren't you worried about getting a ticket?
Two words - diplomatic immunity.
- Yeah, how about dying? - That'll come soon enough.
In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy every moment to the fullest.
Would you watch out?!
What? It was yellow.
General Baako's army swept through the northern cities
of Ujeme and Nyumba
in war-torn Kembu today.
King Namir responded by deploying troops
to the country's rich oil fields,
and, according to unconfirmed reports,
Baako now controls two
of the country's four electric plants.
How does the news know that before we do?
- Well, they said it was unconfirmed. - Well, it's confirmed now.
Baako has two of the electric plants?
No. Three.
The king told us two hours ago he controlled all four.
- Well, he's lying. - Well, he's our ally. Why would he lie?
To appear stronger than he is, and Diane...
What, this doesn't really concern me?
Well, you know what? Jake does,
and if you're going to assign him to the field,
I think I have a right to know what's going on... ma'am.
Well, that's part of the problem, Diane.
We don't know what's going on. We need better intel.
We have people in the capital.
Who do we have that's close to the king?
Uh, Jake is.
Well, he's guarding the king's only son.
- Hello. - How's it going with the Prince?
I'd say on a scale of one to ten,
it's about a two.
- Jake... - No, it's fine. What do you need?
I need you to find out what his father is telling him about the war.
Kyle, this guy's not exactly thrilled to have me around.
You want me to spy on him?
We're the National Security Agency. It's kind of what we do.
Look for any e-mails or other communications.
If the king's going to be honest with anyone,
it'll be with his son and heir.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey. - Come on, come on, fellas.
You're all right, man, you're all right.
Hey, you.
Hey. I was just, uh...
We need someone to fill in for Little Mike. Can you ball?
I'm not exactly what the doctors call coordinated.
Come on, Jake.
I mean, it's not like we going to pass you the ball anyway.
Come on, man.
- Give me the ball. - Come here.
Basically, you stay out of my way.
I'll take care of business, all right?
Here we go! I'm ope... ah.
Sorry.
It's all right.
Jake!
Sorry.
I'm open!
Hey!
Ow. Hold on a second, guys.
- Sorry. - Come here, Jake. Come here, man.
What did I say about getting in my way?
- I'm doing my best. - Are you?
Cause we're getting blown out right now.
We're just wondering if Whitney Houston and Kevin Costner
are going to toss it in or keep playing. Come on, man
Shut your mouth, kid. Sit this one out, Foley.
I can take care of it myself.
All right, all right.
Our ball.
Have you got a concussion, or something?
Hey, you know when I said I was doing my best?
I lied.
Whoo!
All right, Jake, okay.
All right.
Game point! Dish it off, Jake!
I'm open!
Ooh!
You just got schooled by Kevin Costner.
That's what I'm talking about!
So, where'd you learn to play like that, Foley?
Mean streets of Akron, Ohio. You?
The guarded royal compounds of Kembu.
Where I watched Michael Jordan, game five at the forum,
win the bulls their first NBA finals.
Ah, you wanted to be like Mike.
No, no, just wanted him to teach me how to play.
Dad flew him out for a week.
He showed me his crossover, fadeaway, you know.
Yeah.
Yeah, I, uh, owned a pair of Air Jordans once.
We may have more in common than you think.
You're a good guy, Jake.
I don't say that often.
My father raised me to trust no one.
- What's he like? - He's a good man.
Good as you can be given his position.
He's done a lot of things he's not proud of.
But people have been plotting against my family for hundreds of years.
There's a legacy of bloodshed there.
Between you and me,
it's not something I want to become a part of.
Who says you have to?
It's my destiny.
Can't change that.
I'm going to crash out.
You know what, Jake?
I'd visit you in the hospital.
But flowers - that's where I draw the line.
All right, man, I'll see you later.
Jake.
About the outfit.
Crown Prince of Tajir never wore anything like this, did he?
No. But you can keep it.
Or burn it, or whatever.
Okay.
You know where I'll be.
All members of the royal family
must be eradicated to ensure
our complete success.
The prince is your primary target.
Jake. Jake.
Jake.
Yeah, I'm here.
Jake, there's a breach in dormitory security.
Someone just entered through an emergency exit,
and they're headed your way.
Hands in the air!
Uh...
sorry.
Sorry.
Now I'm going to hand Malik some utensils.
You're not going to try and jump me, are you?
Well, if you try and assassinate him with that spoon, you leave me little choice.
Tell me about yourself, Jake.
Do you know karate? Jujitsu? Kung-fu?
Uh, a little judo. Sixth grade.
So what exactly makes you qualified to protect the Prince?
I mean, no offense, but I could probably kick your ass.
Anna, he's cool. Leave him alone, babe.
No, no. It's okay. It's a valid question.
Um,
all I can really say is that it's mostly up here.
Otherwise, it would kind of hard to kill a man with your bare hands.
You killed a man with your bare hands?
I don't know if that's the truth or an ice cold bluff,
- but I'm feeling you, Foley. - Fo'shizzle?
Okay. You don't need to do that.
Baby, I forgot to invite Ryan tonight.
Hmm.
Don't worry. I'll see him in class.
- This party's going to be off the hook. - For sure.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Party?
It's Malik's 21st birthday.
Well, happy birthday, but I don't think a party's such a good idea right now.
We're having a party. I don't care what your bodyguard says.
Anna, he is looking out for me.
If he doesn't think it's a good idea, then it's his call.
All right, but you stay by my side at all times.
Deal. All right, baby.
- We got to run. - All right.
It's nice to meet you.
Mm-hmm.
So Anna seems like a pretty nice girl.
Once you get to know her.
She's really special.
It's going to be hard when I have to break up with her.
What are you talking about?
Eventually, I have to go back and marry someone
whose lineage is deemed worthy of a queen.
You're in an arranged marriage?
Yeah. My cousin Shawanda. She's 14 years old.
Weighs 350 pounds.
Cute face, though.
Okay.
I'm messing with you, man.
I can marry anyone I want.
As long as she's another royal from Kembu.
All right, so you're choice...
- well, you don't really have a choice. - Exactly.
Hey.
Good job with Malik's PDA,
but aside from his social activities calendar for the next six months,
- there was nothing on it we could use. - I see.
Jake, we're getting a lot of pressure from above.
Kembu's our biggest oil supplier in the region.
You're going to have to dig deeper.
I'll see what I can do.
Moving on to some familiar calculus,
who can tell me how we show that
p-zero-one and this inner product define
inner product spaces?
Am I to believe that
after a week of going over this, no one knows the answer?
- What are you doing? - I so know this.
And a brave warrior raises his hand in the distance.
- Your name? - Alan.
Uh, Alan Hergott.
Are you in my class?
I'm, uh, auditing.
Even more impressive.
Proceed to dazzle us.
Well, since we don't have an intuitive picture
of the p-zero-one vector,
we just need to integrate the product
of the two factors and evaluate from zero to one.
That'll give us a real number.
Well, that would be an excellent answer
if it wasn't entirely wrong.
Now, who would like to correct Mr. Hergott?
Atone for his failure.
His mistake
is in the interpretation of the inner product definition.
We're not interested in the value of the integral,
but that it satisfies the four properties of the definition.
We can apply the properties of the Riemann integral,
beginning with the
symmetry condition, and...
there you go.
Similarly, three other conditions
can be proven through the properties of the Riemann Integral.
Good work, Malik.
Now we can prove some results from the property spaces.
Nice brick back there in front of class.
Yeah, yeah. It's not like I majored in computer science or anything.
So, what do we got next?
Early 19th century Eastern European literature.
Great.
I was actually looking forward to coming back to college.
Hey, babe.
Find anything interesting, Agent Foley?
What are you talking about, Ann?
I just saw your bodyguard hand off something to a woman
I can only assume was another NSA Agent.
What was it?
I don't know what you're talking about.
What was it?
Jake?
I can't tell you.
You... you're not protecting me.
You're spying on me.
- I told you he was bad news. - Nothing personal, right?
You know, I was actually starting to trust you. I should have known better.
Malik...
- Stay away from me, Foley. - You know I can't do that.
- You're fired. - What?
You heard me. Get out of here.
You can't fire me!
He fired me.
Anything from Jake?
King Namir sent the Prince an e-mail yesterday.
And?
You tell me.
"The flowers have all faded... blow if you will, autumn wind."
I didn't know the king was a poet.
He's not.
These are the last words of Lord Usagi in Feudal Japan
just before he was beheaded.
I think the King is trying to send his son a message.
That he's going to lose the war.
Or his life.
If the king is this vulnerable,
General Baako will make sure
there's no heir left to assume the throne.
We've just red-flagged three student visas.
Possible Baako sleepers. Stream the pictures to Jake.
Make sure he stays close to the prince.
Come on, Trace. Let me in.
Hey, the name's Tracey, and you're not on the list.
Yes, I am on the list. I see my name. It's right there.
That's right. It says, "Don't let Jake Foley in." Now, get out of here.
- What's up? - How ya doing?
- All right. Peace. - Have fun.
Why are you still here?
Look, I can call the NSA and shut this whole thing down.
Go for it.
Hello!
We've got some hits. Potential sleepers.
I'm sending you their pictures now.
Don't lose sight of the prince.
Well, that's going to be kind of difficult 'cause he fired me.
- He can't fire you. - That's what I said.
Listen, Jake, you need to fix this.
- If the brass finds out... - Hey, it was your stupid idea
to start spying on him in the first place.
Just hold on. Let me look at these.
Kyle, I saw this guy. He just went into the party.
I'm sending backup. Get to the prince... now.
Yeah.
- Foley! It's not going to happen. - Sorry, Tracey.
- For what? - This!
Hey, hey, hey!
Excuse me, excuse me.
Pardon me, excuse me... sorry.
Pardon me... excuse me.
Malik!
What's up Daddy? Baby! You're so good!
Yeah, so... I'm in the middle of something.
Malik!
Aww...
Malik!
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Yeah. All right. I understand.
All right.
Thanks.
And for the record... you're rehired.
I can't believe this.
It's okay, baby. Everything's going to be all right.
We just received intel from Kembu.
- The war over? - Yes.
The king is dead.
What is it?
Malik, your father's dead.
West perimeter. Got it covered.
Copy that. Displace to rear parking lot.
I say again, rear parking lot.
- Stairwells? - We're green.
- Now I want a man on every rooftop. - Yeah.
King Namir's assassination virtually assures
that General Inako Baako
will be Kembu's new ruler.
Now, the State Department has not issued
an official response to the rebel coup,
except to say that so far,
the situation remains fluid.
Can I get you anything?
I'm fine.
We got to go.
- Kyle... - It's not open for discussion.
Lou needs to see you, now.
Don't go. We want you here.
I'm sorry.
Look, we're leaving an army here,
nothing's going to happen, I promise.
Sorry about your father, Malik.
At which point I used the necessary force to enter the dormitory
where I found the suspect armed and directly threatening Prince Malik.
But you guys already know all this. Why'd you bring me here?
Jake, your work was exemplary.
But you're not sending me back.
Well, who's protecting him?
The prince is going to have to make his own arrangements.
We've been ordered to pull our security detail.
That's straight from Director Warner.
He's as good as dead without us. He needs us.
Tomorrow morning, the state department is going to announce the commencement
of diplomatic talks with Baako's new government.
We're changing sides. Just like that.
Whatever happens, Jake,
you went in there as ordered,
you proved yourself, you proved our unit.
It's a small victory, but we have to take what we can get.
We promised to protect the prince.
Yes, we did.
Agent Foley.
I'm glad to see you're okay.
I'm glad you're glad.
Excellent work tonight.
Prince Malik won't be so lucky the next time.
King Malik. If he can rule a country,
he can procure his own bodyguards.
You didn't have to give the order to abandon him.
Do you know something I don't?
This agency's job is to uphold the nation's foreign policy.
Protecting the enemy of our new ally contradicts that policy.
And you're fine with that?
I'm an instrument of our country's will.
So is everyone in this building, including you.
An instrument.
Word of advice?
Leave your politics at home.
- And my ethics? - Not my call.
I barely know you.
Malik!
Malik?
There's nothing more I can do. It's over.
Don't worry, man. I'm not going to jump.
Even if I tried, you'd probably save me.
Listen, uh...
I have some bad news.
The United States has changed its mind.
Baako's your man now.
Hey...
just because we're not offering you asylum
doesn't mean somebody else won't.
You see those lights over there?
That's embassy row.
Go over there any night of the week and somebody's throwing a party.
Only tonight, they all must be partying,
because not a single one of them has returned my phone calls.
The South African ambassador said he'd call you in the morning.
He's going to be busy. He'll be in a meeting.
You don't know that.
Anna, I grew up watching this dance.
I know when it's over.
Thank you, Jake.
For what? I didn't do anything.
You did all you could.
It's my destiny.
People who run this place - Skerritt,
Warner - they don't even consider Malik a human being anymore.
He's a loose end.
Yeah, well, that's how they look at the world.
Not going to change.
You didn't think it would, did you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess I did.
Go figure.
I just, uh...
What?
I just think you need to make peace with it,
because at the end of the day,
there's nothing you can do about it.
I don't know if I can do this anymore, Diane.
Jake, if, uh...
if you decide that this life isn't for you, and...
if I come here tomorrow and you're not here... I just...
I want you to know that I would understand.
And I'd really, really miss you.
Are you sure you want to do this?
I just don't see any other way around it.
So,
thanks for everything you taught me.
Yeah, well...
I'm sorry it wasn't enough.
Mr. Wenk.
Oh, call me Earl. Everyone does.
Actually, everyone that does ends up dead to the world.
So how do we do this?
We don't do anything.
You give me your car,
I.D., credit cards, kiss them good-bye.
Couple of days from now, one of your neighbors notices a horrible stench.
Cops break down the door,
find the decomposed remains of a man your height, weight, color
in a tub of maggoty slime. Apparent suicide.
I call that "the bowl of soup."
I could also blow you up in your car.
That one I call "The Erik Estrada."
Also known as "The Ponch."
- Where do you get the body? - The morgue.
I only kill people on paper.
Anyway, while I'm out desecrating the dearly departed,
you're on a train to sunny Jalisco with a brand-new identity.
The identity, is it bulletproof?
Kevlar.
Let's get this straight. This is a one-time deal.
A favor for your buddy Kyle.
After tonight, you're dead to me.
More importantly, you're dead to the world.
You don't come back from this one.
Lou...
hey, I thought that I would find Jake here...
maybe.
You won't.
Jake.
Hey. You're late
for your morning work-up.
Director Beckett, Agent Duarte,
something you need to see.
In another tragedy for the royal family of Kembu,
Prince Malik, last remaining heir to the throne,
was killed in a car bombing early this morning.
Also killed, an unnamed female companion.
Now, the deaths come only hours after the state department
announced it's support of the regime change.
Why don't we take a walk?
We're clear.
I know what you did.
You took The Prince and his girlfriend to see Mr. Wenk, didn't you?
You do realize that was a one-time only deal?
You gave Malik your ticket to a new life.
He needed it more.
You have a good heart, Jake.
I'm not so sure about your timing.
The guy who was after the prince gave her up.
Her real name is Ayana Karanga.
She's a part of General Baako's radical group.
She was sent in a year ago to get close to the Prince.
I sent her away with him.
I know.
And now she's going to kill him.
No, no, no, no, no.
You and I cannot be seen together.
Just tell us where Prince Malik is.
Never heard of him.
You know as well as I do, once they're gone, they're gone.
Not this time.
The girl he's with is trying to kill him.
- Not my problem. - Earl,
listen to me very carefully.
You're not the only one who knows how to make people disappear.
Fine. Fine.
But I'm never going to help you again, ever.
Where are they?!
What's the matter?
Nothing. It's great, right?
We're finally out.
This is what you always wanted, Malik.
So why do I feel like a coward?
You're not a coward.
I take it we're not calling in for backup?
We're going to have to handle this ourselves.
I love you.
I love you, too, babe.
They told me to get close to you,
but I got too close.
- What? - I'm sorry.
Anna, stop!
Stop! Don't do this! Anna, stop!
Lay down!
Hey!
Don't move!
- Are you okay? - Let her go! Let her go!
Let her go! She's trying to kill herself!
She couldn't kill me, so she tried to kill herself.
Let her go.
It's all right.
It's not all right. It's never going to be all right!
It's been going on for three hundred years!
Shh.
- We can escape. - We can't escape it.
Jake! Are you all right?
It's okay. Come here.
She's right.
You can't escape it.
But you might be able to change it.
In world news, Prince Malik of Kembu,
believed dead in a car bombing earlier this week
has re-surfaced in his homeland.
Seen here in a videotape broadcast throughout Africa,
the prince has married a former Baako loyalist,
and has now marshaled a coalition army
to retake his country.
You wanted to see me, ma'am?
Yes.
Did you know about this, Agent Foley?
Yes, I did.
I heard about it on the radio.
It's an amazing story, isn't it?
Unbelievable.
That man may just have what it takes to reclaim his throne.
I don't doubt it.
The real question is who are we going to back?
The winner, of course.
Good night, Jake.
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