Everything okay down there?
Piece of cake.
- That locks it?
- Yep.
Centuries of Thai history...
...safe as Fort Knox.
Watch.
Now, relax, I'm a professional.
Okay, now your servers are
down because of a power surge...
...or a grid malfunction,
or maybe even a bomb.
Now, if an intrudertries to reboot
your servers or access the data...
...he'll always get this screen.
Now, this is your
BIOS level password.
Without it, nothing
works in this room.
Okay.
Oh, you memorized.
Always. Just in case.
- See?
- Good.
All right.
Oh, when do lights come back on?
Oh, right.
You're gonna have to
call an electrician.
Hi.
Yes, Mr. Peterson.
Hi. Yes, my flight's tomorrow.
Global Skies flight 4400,
departing at four.
Would you like me to
arrange a taxi?
Yes, please.
And you have a package, sir.
And welcome back
to the broadcast.
Today in the US Congress,
debate continues to rage...
...over a controversial
security funding bill.
If passed, the measure,
known as Senate Bill 2330...
...will authorize the NSA to upgrade...
...its current surveillance
technology worldwide.
What kind of special rates do
you have this weekend?
We're offering a
half-price rate, sir.
Really?
Okay, book me for one more night.
And could you please...
Shall I re-book yourflight
with Global Skies?
That's right.
Global Skies flight 4400.
But leaving on Saturday instead.
No problem, Mr. Peterson.
Enjoy your stay.
Thanks a lot.
And in the US Congress today...
...controversial Senate Bill 2330
failed by a single vote.
NSA Director Raymond Burke...
...an outspoken advocate forthe upgrade
was not available for comment.
And we're getting breaking news
now out of Bangkok, Thailand.
It seems Global Skies
flight 4400 has...
...crashed in a small town outside
Bangkok shortly aftertakeoff.
All 126 passengers were killed
instantly.
No word yet as to what
might have caused...
...the crash of Global Skies
flight 4400.
Thank your managerfor
his innovative advertising.
It was a lifesaver.
- Literally.
- Advertising, sir?
The text message?
I'm not familiarwith our
promotional techniques, sir...
...but I'll pass your
compliments along.
No, the senderfield was blank.
Look, I'm looking right at it.
Unknown sender.
What do you mean,
"unknown sender?"
Okay, can you put a trace on it or
something?
Why not?
The biggest news on Wall Street today
was the skyrocketing Syzor...
...which, by market close, had more
than tripled its value at opening bell.
If you own Syzor shares,
you're a happy investortonight.
Checking out.
Did you have a nice
stay with us, sir?
Yes, thanks.
You're all set, sir.
Have a nice flight.
Is something wrong, sir?
I think I need you to
change my flight again.
Sir, do you need a ride?
Taxis sit in traffic to pad meter.
My town car is flat 20 Euros.
Yeah, I don't know-
Sir, how can you
not trust this face?
All right. Where to?
My name is Yuri.
I am from Moscow.
Where are you from?
United States.
Ah, American.
Mm-hm.
What hotel are you staying in?
The Empire.
Good hotel.
Is that a GZT 650?
I'm sorry, what?
Your mobile. Your phone.
GPS capability, UMTS.
Hasn't hit the streets yet.
Where did you get it?
It was a gift.
Good gift.
If you need accessories, earpiece,
charger, let me know.
Driving job just part time.
I can unlock phone, anything you need.
Small fee.
All set, sir?
Yes.
And how will you be paying?
You know what?
Make that a suite.
I've already spoken with DHL.
They said that the package came from
your mail order house.
That's correct.
I'm not denying that, sir.
I know you're not denying that.
I'm just trying to figure out who
paid forthe item that you sent me.
- I'm not allowed to disclose that.
- Why can't you disclose it?
It's strict company policy to protect
our clients' privacy rights, sir.
I'll call you back.
Hey. How you doing?
I was wondering if
I could play this slot.
I'm superstitious about this number.
Sorry, I'm keeping this one
warm for my wife overthere.
I'll give you 20 Euros.
Okay, 40. You can pocket 20 and
you can give the rest to yourwife.
A hundred Euros.
Okay.
Hey!
Sir. Bettertake a look at this.
What do you got?
This guy paid forthat guy's
seat at the slot...
...then hit us for 100,000
Euros...
...like he knew the machine
would pay off.
Send up his stats.
Profiling.
Hotel guest Max Peterson.
Arrived today from Bangkok.
American citizen, born in Omaha.
Is he in our books?
He's a ghost.
Nothing in our database or Interpol's.
Well, let's keep an eye on him.
- For you, sir. Well done.
- Thank you.
Cash or chips, sir?
Chips.
Zoom in on him there.
Get you anything?
Ginger ale.
You know, make that
Scotch, neat.
Your bets, please.
Sir.
That's 100,000.
Good luck.
Blackjack.
Play that again.
All right, stop it there.
Zoom in.
Son-of-a-bitch.
It's his phone.
Send in Martin.
Could you hold
onto these for me?
Mobiles are forbidden in casino.
There. Happy?
Yuri.
This is Max Peterson.
You picked me up earlier.
Max with the GZT-650.
Right. I need your help.
I need to be able to read text messages
without looking at my phone.
Why?
Cell phones aren't allowed in the
casino.
You want to cheat.
No! No, no, no.
It's my mother.
She needs to contact me.
Your mother.
Okay, I hook you up.
I'll call Radio Shack.
No Radio Shack in Prague.
Only Yuri.
I hook you up.
Bye-bye.
Kamila, where are you going?
Home.
Where do you think I'm going?
Kamila, come back.
Come. Just...
Let go!
Please, just one more drink.
- I said I am leaving.
- Just stay!
I said I'm going home!
Kamila!
She said leave her alone, okay?
- Piss off.
- Just let her go.
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Here, let me help you up.
Okay.
I am so sorry.
I didn't know he was like that.
No, it's okay.
He's gone, right?
Yeah, security.
I'm Kamila, by the way.
Max.
Hey, Max. You're American.
- You're a long way from home.
- Yeah.
I'm just here doing a little gambling.
Yeah?
How's that treating you?
Better now.
Okay, can you excuse me just one?...
Hello?
It's Yuri. Meet me in the parking lot.
Yeah, see, now's a bad time...
I've gotta go downstairs
for a minute...
...but, maybe I can buy
you a drink later?
I really should be going, so...
Okay.
Thank you again for helping me.
Oh, it was...
Can I see you again?
I'll call you here.
Good night.
All right, where are
they coming from?
According to his service provider...
There's no record of
his text messages.
How is that possible?
Technically, it isn't.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Give me your phone.
All right.
What are you doing?
Bluetooth text to speech transmitter.
Wow!
That's kickass.
Mother, huh?
Bet all.
No sender on SMS.
Very sophisticated.
Who gives gift like this?
I'm not really sure.
You think you could maybe
figure out who sent those?
Not here.
Only back in Moscow.
Really? Why not here?
In Moscow, I have equipment,
connections, can find out anything.
Yeah, but I can't go to Moscow.
You change mind, you have card.
Thanks, Yuri.
You forget something?
Pleasure doing business.
Say hi to mother.
Castle slot.
East wing.
He's back.
All right, where's he headed?
East wing.
East wing?
Maximum bet on next pull.
Oh, shit.
Yes!
Hold it right there!
Don't let that guy leave!
Shit.
Max Peterson?
I'm Special Agent Grant of the FBI.
Put your hands behind your back.
Now!
Grant?
What the fuck are you doing here?
I don't care what this
guy did, all right?
He ripped us off, he stays here.
He comes with us.
I'm not in the Bureau anymore.
You don't give me orders.
I don't have to.
We're taking Sunshine here.
It's good to see
you're still a prick.
Nice tie.
- Tell me about the phone.
- Look, I didn't know.
Whatever it is, I'm really sorry.
Okay, I'll get you started.
You bought it online with a credit card
of one Stuart Wallace.
Then you came here and
you used it to rob a casino.
How am I doing so far?
I swearto God, I don't know what
you're talking about.
This phone came to me in the mail.
Who are you working with,
Mr. Peterson?
Oh, my God, nobody!
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I'll make it easy.
Yuri Malinin.
A known hackerfrom Moscow.
We have a tape of you and him
exchanging equipment.
No, look, I just met him today. He
picked me up from the airport, okay?
Who's sending the messages?
I told you, I don't know, okay?
I got a package and...
You know, no one knows you're here.
Who's sending the messages?
Look, I swear, you gotta believe me,
I don't know.
Who's sending the messages?
Please, I don't know!
Oh, God, just, no, don't!
Bye, Sunshine.
No!
I don't know who sent
the messages, okay?
You know what?
I believe you.
Still resourceful, I see.
This is my town, remember?
Have a seat. Can we get you something?
Cappuccino?
What are you doing here, Dave?
We clean our own house.
This is biggerthan your house, John.
You think I'd fly here and pull the strings
to conduct this operation if it wasn't?
All right.
How about you clue me in?
I'd say you owe me
at least that much.
And I'll take coffee, black,
thank you.
Okay, John.
We've been investigating people...
...receiving financial tips
via text and SMS.
The recipients have
all been American.
Otherthan that, they seem random.
The first was an executive at Axapris,
a major credit bureau.
The next, a realtor.
They both received tips
to buy stocks.
The stocks went up.
Now, once the person is
hooked on making easy money...
...we think they start receiving
instructions.
Last week we found another...
An IT administrator at the
Department of Defense.
She made a million
dollars buying stocks...
...before a co-worker noticed her
receiving unusual text messages.
Then one night she receives
a message...
...and shuts down the firewalls
to the Pentagon's servers.
Who sent the messages?
The senderfields on the texts are
always blank and untraceable.
Can't you interrogate the recipients?
I would.
But they're all dead.
Now you see why your guy
is so important.
You got tipped to the woman.
How did you find Peterson?
We intercepted a similar
text in Bangkok...
...ID-ed him, showed a
sudden ticket to Prague.
I hopped on the next flight.
Doesn't sound like
FBI technology.
I'm coordinating with
Burke at NSA on this.
Oh, Mr. Total Information
Awareness, huh?
Yeah. He's shitting bricks afterthe
DOD incident.
They can trace the texts
if Peterson plays ball.
Can I count on your help?
You have a good nap, Sunshine?
You all right?
Option one,
you can help us nail these bastards.
Option two, you can go
to prison forfraud.
So, what will it be, one ortwo?
Oh, gee, let me think.
Good.
Come on.
I'll give you a ride back to the hotel.
I'll hold onto this till tonight.
You stay confined
to the hotel and act normal.
Normal?
It's Grant for you, sir.
Coffee's cold.
Morning, Grant.
Afternoon, sir.
Right. Now that we've got the small
talk out of the way, what's our status?
We got Peterson.
And?
He doesn't know anything.
Whoever's playing him
is doing it anonymously.
Why him? Any idea?
Not yet, sir.
When can we go live?
We can be ready in
three hours, sir.
Done.
Tracking protocol in three hours,
folks.
Zone 180, trunk-line three negative
lock.
Someday all this will be yours.
Really?
No.
Sir?
John.
I need some answers.
I'm sorry, Mr. Mueller.
I haven't got
anything for you yet.
A man walks into my casino
with nothing more than a phone...
...and walks out with
three million Euros.
If my casinos are vulnerable,
what about my banks?
What about my
commodities operations?
I need to know that some
fool with a phone...
...can't bring down a
multi-billion dollar empire.
I will find whoever's behind this.
Not just who, John. How.
Of course.
Do you like archery, John?
I'm sorry?
Archery.
I was quite an archer
when I was young.
I was passionate about it.
Used to make my own arrows.
Do you know the secret of making an
arrow that will fly to the target?
You need strong feathers.
So, I bought myself a falcon.
Called him Apollo,
afterthe god of archery.
Marvelous creature.
Beautiful, proud.
Magnificent feathers.
So, one day,
Apollo was flying the grounds here.
Flying freely.
I was watching him,
admiring him.
I picked up my bow and shot him.
Straight through the heart.
Died instantly.
Do you know why I did that, John?
To remind myself.
It's the seemingly harmless
traces we leave behind...
...that later can be
used to destroy us.
Feathers, John.
Feathers.
I think I understand.
Follow the messages, John.
Bring me the sender.
Yes, sir.
Yeah?
Hi, it's Kamila.
Wow! Hi.
Where are you?
So, you basically protect
data from hackers?
Yeah. Believe me,
it's not as exciting as it sounds.
Well, don't get me wrong,
it's not a bad job.
I get to travel sometimes.
But why computers?
Well, I don't know.
They're reliable.
They always follow
their programming.
What, as opposed to people?
Well, yeah.
When computers tell you something,
it doesn't really hide what it means.
Oh.
What?
Someone's still hurting
from a bad break-up.
Beautiful and wise.
So, where are you from?
The States.
I bounced around a lot.
And you live in Prague?
Yeah. I study photography
at the university.
So, now you're a photographer?
Not exactly.
Well...
...we all have our secrets,
I guess.
Oh, great.
I gotta go.
Again?
Yeah. I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry. Can I buy
you dinner later? Please?
I don't know.
I'll cook.
You cook?
Let's do that.
Okay.
I'll see you later.
Okay.
We've isolated to trace.
We need three
messages for a lock.
What if I don't get three?
Well, then we wait until we do.
And just keep following their
instructions.
Whateverthey say?
Why do you even care?
It's not your money.
- What about my three million?
- Yourthree million?
I'll look right into that.
Grant?
Yes, sir. We're ready on our end.
Good.
We're live, people.
What a douche.
VIP Blackjack. Seat five.
Here we go.
Target SIM just went active.
Trunk line three, negative lock.
Transit trunk node
Bravo four is active.
Active source trace and lock.
Localization on, partial lockout.
Change, please.
Bet all.
Second text.
Second SMS detected.
Locked. Tracking second SMS.
The system's refining source
coordinates.
Messages are coming
from inside US territory, sir.
One more.
Bets, please.
Everything?
Seventeen.
Card?
That was your only warning.
No more interference.
Turn the phone off again,
I'll kill you.
We got them.
Full lockout.
- Triangulation complete.
- Call them as they come in.
Refining coordinates.
Latitude North, between 42 and 29.
The messages are coming from...
...Maryland.
Transit trunk node Bravo four is
active. Refining final coordinates.
North, 38 hours 57 minutes.
Shut it down!
All tracking systems off!
Now!
Abort. I say again, abort.
Yes, sir.
Source is Echelon.
We have an abort.
Pull him off now!
Whoa, what do you mean abort?
Let's go, Peterson.
Hey, don't turn off the phone!
Come on.
This is bullshit. What am I
supposed to tell my boss?
What do I care?
Tell him it's classified.
Classified.
That's not gonna satisfy him.
Well, there goes your job.
Again.
What's going on?
The investigation has
been terminated.
This is about Echelon, isn't it?
You always had a big mouth.
You should keep it shut.
Both of you.
What's Echelon?
It's NSA's central computer.
It filters all global
communication.
Wait a minute. So, whoever's
sending the messages...
...is using the NSA?
Exactly.
Echelon's been compromised.
Find out what the hell's going on.
I don't show any
unauthorized access, sir.
Somebody got in. I want to know
how they did it and who it was.
Well, I can monitorthe inputs.
If someone's remotely manipulating,
we'll see it in real-time.
Do it.
It's gonna take me some
time to reconfigure the...
Just do it! Now!
Well?
Echelon's a juggernaut.
It can access any security
system on the planet.
I know what Echelon's capable of.
I need to know who
can hack into it.
Well, someone with some
serious knowhow.
My guess is a foreign power,
maybe even an insider.
What are the NSA's plans?
Well, they've gotta keep
a lid on this thing now.
They've got the phone...
...so they'll try and trace the
messages without Peterson.
You said there were others
who'd received messages.
Yes, but the selection
seems random.
Nothing's random.
Track Peterson.
He'll lead us to who's doing this.
What makes you think he
hasn't served his purpose already?
Because he isn't dead yet.
Sir, the NSA is not gonna tolerate
an outside investigation.
John, just keep him alive.
Otherwise, you'll have
worse than the NSAto deal with.
Who is he?
Navy SEAL, sir.
He can handle himself.
Not exactly his twin.
He'll do.
If there's a line of sight, which
I doubt, it'll be from a distance.
What about Reed and Peterson?
Do they know?
They'll stay quiet, sir.
Reed I trust. Peterson I don't.
He's too scared to be a threat,
I guarantee it.
We're ready here, sir.
Forgive me for asking, but are you sure
you don't want to use Peterson on this?
Grant, you have your orders,
now follow them.
Waiting forthe order on Peterson, sir.
Proceed.
Well, this was excellent.
You're an amazing cook.
Thank you.
- Let me help you with this.
- No. Stay here. Be right back.
Okay.
You take these
photographs yourself?
Yeah. You like them?
Yeah. Yeah, they're beautiful.
Yeah, it's always been
my dream to live in Paris.
What's stopping you?
Reality.
Isn't that what usually
gets in the way of dreams?
I can't say.
Come on, Max.
You must want something.
I guess...
Thanks.
All I really want is to be useful.
And just once, you know...
...make a real difference.
You'll get your chance.
I've never been.
You're missing out.
Everyone has to
see Paris at least once.
What's so special about it?
It's hard to describe, really.
Tell me.
It's...
...the way the streets look...
...and the light from people's
windows...
...and the rain.
The way it sticks in your eyelashes.
Makes everything a painting.
You know, it's just Paris.
Yeah?
Is he still there?
Yeah.
Good. Keep him there.
I'm on my way.
And, Kamila...
...be prepared for anything.
So, there's a one there,
then the four could be...
Fun my ass.
Anything?
Nothing.
Krizovnicka.
Come on, let's move it!
Target SIM just went active.
System's refining
source coordinates.
Transit trunk node
Bravo four's active.
Receiving initial GPS data.
Channel Delta 7 is active.
Negative lockout.
Intel set tracer active.
Negative lockout.
Target SIM just went active.
Output data stream detected.
Morning.
Wow, you look beautiful.
Thank you.
I hope you don't mind.
No, not at all.
What are you reading?
Little background on Echelon.
NSA's filtering computer.
Did you know that the NSA intercepts
every phone call we make?
Every email, every text?
- I guess I just assumed that.
- Yeah, well...
...that's just what exists now.
The upgrade that failed would've put a
camera in every person's home.
Okay, now you just sound paranoid.
No, NSA actually admits it.
Look.
Come on.
See, the upgrade
would've decentralized...
Echelon to operate in
every computer on the net.
This would be Echelon.
Knowing what you download,
reading what you type...
...watching you on yourwebcam.
Jesus.
Worst of all, there'd be
no stopping it.
Not unless you turn off
every computer in the world.
A global police state.
Exactly.
And this only failed by one vote.
I bet the folks back in
Omaha are glad that didn't pass.
What?
I never said I was from Omaha.
So, how do you know that?
Kamila?
Look at me.
Who the hell do you work for?
Get down!
Fuck!
Bedroom! Now!
Shit.
Bathroom.
Stay down.
Okay.
He's with the girl.
They're in the back.
Are you all right?
Get him out of here.
I'll be fine.
Come on.
Just go.
Sir?
Give me some good news.
I'm sorry, sir.
We monitored everything...
...but if someone's getting in, I
honestly don't know how.
Yeah?
I'm afraid I have some bad news, sir.
Peterson got away.
What?
It was the girl.
She killed two of my men.
Stupid sons-of-bitches!
You all right?
I told them not to turn off the phone,
okay? It said it was gonna kill me.
Look, it wasn't them, all right?
It's NSA.
All right, so what do we do?
Do we hide?
Hide? Look, you don't
hide from these guys.
What we've gotta do is
figure out who's behind this...
...and let's see if NSA will cut a deal.
How are we supposed to do that?
That I don't know.
Yuri.
What, the cabbie with the earpiece?
Yeah. He said, with my SIM...
...he could find out who's
sending the messages.
Look, I think this is a little bit out
of his league.
Besides, he's already skipped town.
Hopped a plane back to Moscow.
I'm gonna call him.
You're not calling anybody.
One call and we're gonna
pop up on the grid.
Fine. So, we go to Moscow.
Just like that. Me and you,
go to Moscow, right now.
If you got a better idea,
spit it out!
You know what, I'll go myself. Let me
out.
Look, buddy, you would not be alive
right now if it wasn't for me.
I am not gonna be alive if
I don't get some answers soon.
So, stop the car.
Stop the goddamn car!
Fine.
Where the hell do you
think you're gonna go?
They've got your
phone, remember?
And I've got your SIM
card information.
Kamila cloned it.
That's great.
She really went above and beyond,
didn't she?
Yeah, I'd say she did.
She risked her life protecting you.
You know a lot of women
that would do that for you?
Forget about Kamila.
Can you get me to
Moscow or not?
Mueller can, but I don't know how
we're gonna convince him to do that.
Russian cabbie can do
what the NSA can't?
Yuri says he has equipment.
He's got connections.
That's not good enough.
Listen, back at Corgem, we bought...
...cryptography modules
from the Russians.
They have things we don't have, shit
the Chinese and Israelis don't have.
I don't know how they got it,
but they're jacked in.
All right, maybe so.
But what makes you
think we can trust this guy?
We can trust him a hell of a lot more
than your buddies from NSA.
Okay.
I'll get us to Moscow,
but you better be right about this.
Sir?
Facial recognition got a ping.
Moscow.
This is where we're going.
Your seatbelt's broken.
It won't fasten.
Why you need fasten?
'Cause it's the law.
You do that, police stop us.
They think something wrong.
Welcome to Moscow.
Yes, sir.
They're in Moscow.
Is that a B or a 6?
Oh. Max with GZT-650.
You come to Moscow after all.
Who this man?
He's cool.
Don't look cool.
What do you want?
Answers.
It's my SIM info.
It's been you all along, hasn't it?
- Reed!
- Shut up!
You just happen to pick
Max up at the airport...
...know all about his phone,
and then offerto help him?
I don't send messages,
sir, I swear.
Prove it!
You bring SIM all this way. Let me
find out who's sending messages.
Reed, listen to me.
We've got to trust somebody.
Just give me three hours.
You try to run and I will hunt you down.
Come on.
You're awful quiet.
It's just strange being here.
This was Cold War Central
when I started at the Bureau.
You were in the FBI with Grant?
Did you like it?
Yeah, I did.
So why'd you leave?
I had a big mouth.
Patriot Act was up for renewal.
I was pushing for stricter safeguards.
Burke at NSAwanted to
fast-track approval.
He didn't appreciate having
somebody on the inside speaking out.
So you were forced out.
No. He had Grant take care of that.
Wait a minute.
That's it? You just left?
What good is freedom of
speech if you can't use it?
You can't just leave.
Why not?
Reed, you don't strike me
as the kind of guy...
...who's gonna be happy guarding
people's money in a Prague casino.
Look, I'm taking care of myself.
Then what are you doing here?
Getting paid to find out
who's doing this.
And you don't care who it is orwhy?
Not even a little.
I just think you feel
sorry for yourself.
Let's just get back, okay?
Did you figure it out?
Yeah.
So, who's sending the messages?
You won't like answer.
This is entire input/output stream...
...for all messages sent to SIM.
Box is empty.
Nobody used Echelon
to send messages.
Echelon sent them itself.
You gotta be kidding me.
That's your explanation?
Wait, what are you saying,
that it's alive?
No. Just following its programming.
That's your explanation?
I knew you wouldn't believe me.
You're damn right I don't believe you.
You tell me if I could do this.
This list is all Echelon intercepts
cross-containing SIM information...
...and name Max Peterson.
First, I sub-sort for information
relating to flight 4400.
Night before you receive phone...
...Echelon intercepted fuel analysis at
Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok.
Test results indicate fuel viscosity
exceeds maximum...
...but fuel provider reports normal
viscosity.
Echelon knew flight 4400 would crash.
Yes, with probability of 94.67%.
I'm not buying it.
- No?
- No.
Okay, it gets better. Day of crash,
Echelon intercepts SMS.
Senderwas Chairman of Board
of Tercom Corporation.
Recipient was Li Lin Chao,
Director of Syzor.
Message body reads...
"Congratulations.
Our board has ratified your bid".
So Echelon intercepts an SMS
for a little insidertrading.
Precisely.
Big deal. Anyone with access to
Echelon could've done that.
Maybe so, but only computer
could have known that...
...two of Empire Casino's high-paying
slots would pay off in one night.
And the blackjack tables?
Simple card counting.
It just watched table
and calculated probability of...
...blackjack or dealer going bust.
No human can count that fast.
Echelon can access any
security camera in world.
Nobody used Echelon
to send messages.
Echelon sent them itself.
So, if Max has phone,
it has Max.
But why me?
What's so special about me?
Shit!
All right, how do we get out of here?
This stairwell. Hurry!
All right, come on.
Stairwell.
FBI crash course?
Brooklyn childhood.
Fuck this.
Look for a map.
It's in Cyrillic.
- Left or right?
- I don't...
- Left or right?
- Left!
I meant right.
Great.
Shit.
All right, hold on.
Reed, let's talk!
All right, Grant. I'll start.
Jackasses,
I wasn't trying to kill you.
Grab his other gun.
It's on his ankle.
- I can prove it.
- Whoa, easy.
Oh, shit.
All right, on yourfeet, Grant!
Let's go, move it!
Come on!
"I see you. I want Max".
We need you.
It will only deal with you.
Not even Burke
can touch you now.
Yeah? You got a funny
way of showing it.
Until it resumes contact,
we're stuck on...
What do you mean "it?"
We believe that Echelon may be
sending the messages itself.
Will you help us, Peterson?
Will you help us?
Can I trust you?
Of course you can trust me.
I said, can I trust you?
Max, what are you doing?
Can I trust you?
You quit fucking around, man.
You can trust me!
You know what?
I believe you, Sunshine.
Give me that goddamn thing.
That was loud.
What does it say?
What the hell does that mean?
It's a zip code.
This was the first
installation I did.
In Omaha.
Sir, the NSA has uploaded the
information on the Omaha facility.
Are we set up?
Yes. We're coordinating
with local SWAT.
Good.
The facility is a converted
hangar bought by...
...a start-up planning to
lease bandwidth.
That ring a bell?
I remember it was a strange
building to house servers in.
Yeah, apparently so did the
potential clients.
The company was sold at auction
before they even opened.
The place hasn't been entered
since time of sale.
We're still trying to locate the
current owner.
What'd you do there?
Same thing I always do.
Installed BIOS
level failsafe circuitry.
BIOS what?
Password protection.
I'm impressed.
I always thought you
were a little stupid.
You mean stupid like build
a computerthat...
...knows absolutely everything
then lose control of it?
Special Agent Grant, FBI.
Are we ready?
Just about, sir.
All clear!
We'll take overfrom here.
Activate the grid.
Yes, sir.
Okay, now what?
"Authorize BIOS."
You know how to do that?
Yeah.
Sir, we got the next text message.
"Authorize BIOS."
Hang on.
What the hell is "Authorize BIOS"?
It opens the servers for access so
outside data can get in.
Why would it want that?
I don't know. But it will allow us to
see what's on the servers.
You sure we're not opening up a
Pandora's Box of viruses?
No, sir. They can prevent any existing
files on the drives from getting out.
Grant...do it.
Yes, sir.
Turn it on.
Yeah.
Yeah. Try not to fuck it up, Max.
So far so good.
Okay.
All right.
I'll use my admin password.
Are you ready?
Do it.
Step back, Peterson.
What do we have?
Nothing, sir.
- No, check again.
- I'm positive.
Command structure for boot-up is in
firmware and the drives are formatted...
...but they haven't seen any data.
Dry hole, people.
Everybody out!
Sir, I'm seeing an outbreak
of copy routines...
...and massive data outflow.
Yeah. I got it.
We finally tracked down the
guy that owns this place.
Great. Get him on the line.
That's gonna be difficult.
He's dead.
What?
Yeah, Stuart Wallace.
Get the men out of here.
We'll catch up.
All right, you got it.
Let's go!
Who's Stuart Wallace?
He's a realtor.
His credit card bought your phone.
One of the other recipients.
I got a bad feeling about this.
Hey, Max!
Echelon's moving in.
What's going on?
Where's it going?
Looks like...
Nebraska.
Do a goddamn reboot.
We can't.
What?
It's no longer here, sir.
Echelon is gone.
Are you trying to tell me our multibillion
dollar program just got up and left?
On its own?
What the hell are you looking at?
All right, so that's
why it picked you.
It wanted to move and you
were the only one with the key.
Yeah, but to get out past the NSA
firewalls, it would've needed...
Someone at the Pentagon.
Right.
Okay. Why does it even need
to leave NSA at all?
What could it possibly do
here that it couldn't do there?
Well, there's your answer.
What is it?
Sir, come take a look at this.
Now what?
It's upgrading itself.
The upgrade.
Congress wouldn't allow it, so it's
giving it to itself.
And it couldn't do that at NSA,
could it?
No. This is a temporary house.
Long enough to take residence
in every computer on the net.
I mean, it'll be unstoppable.
Shut it down.
"Don't try it".
What's that?
It looks like financial records.
Oh, my God.
It's taken the entire country's
money hostage.
Of course.
The fourth recipient worked
at Axiprus.
They have the largest credit data
storage facility in the country.
Makes sense.
So if we turn it off or blow this
place, we'll lose everything.
No, hold on. If I can get around our
security failsafes somehow...
...I might be able to stop the upgrade
without losing the money.
Get to it.
All right.
All right, Max, come on.
Think...
Exactly.
You know it.
Okay, I'll see you Thursday.
You, too, sir.
And thank you, Mr. President.
It's Grant for you, sir.
Coffee's cold.
Grant.
Sir, it's got us by the balls.
We're trying to find a
safe way to shut it down.
Shut it down?
Why the hell would I do that?
Shit!
Listen to me, last week...
...one liberal senator switches her
vote at the last minute...
...and mothballs the greatest
surveillance tool ever created.
Now we are just 10 minutes away from
realizing the greatest security advance...
...in my lifetime and you
want to shut it down?
Sir, if we do this, we won't have
security. It will.
Look, I'd be lying if I said I thought
this was how it was gonna go down...
...but the bottom line is
the President wants this...
...I want this and the country
will be saferwith this.
So, end of story.
Let me try talking to him.
Burke, this is Reed...
Reed. I'm sorry you got caught
in the crossfire on this one.
Yeah, I'm sure you are.
Have you thought of the consequences?
This thing has killed
four people already.
Which was unfortunate.
But Spencer assures
me it's malfunctioning...
...because it hasn't been permitted
to follow its original programming.
Giving it the upgrade will cure that.
Once it's installed,
you'll have no control over it.
We're at war, Reed.
If the computer acts unilaterally on
occasion, that's a small price to pay.
Anyway, we programmed it.
It's on our side.
No, don't bet on that.
Damn it!
Peterson thinks he can shut it down
without losing any of the money...
...and I'm gonna let him.
You're forgetting yourself, mister.
You do not have the authority.
But I do.
I'm sorry, sir,
I have to go against you on this.
Say that again, Grant. And this time,
choose yourwords very carefully.
Yes, sir.
I'm authorizing Peterson to
shut it down.
If you so much as touch one key on
that computer, so help me God...
I'll have you hauled up fortreason...
...and watch your ass
hang in the public square.
You understand me?
Do you?
We'll see who hangs who.
So, how long you figure we have till
they come back?
SWAT'S local.
Burke won't want any witnesses.
But my men, my former men
a few minutes.
What kind of artillery you
got in this rig, then?
Welcome back, baby.
Fletcher.
Are you sure, sir?
All right.
How you doing, Max?
Any progress?
Not yet.
Yeah, well, take your
sweet time, huh?
Can you hear me?
Yes.
I have orders to take this building by
force, if necessary.
I need you to stand down.
I can't do that.
So, what is your basic mandate?
To protect the national security
of the United States.
National security?
Sir, I need you to throw down
yourweapons.
Sorry, I can't do that.
Define the United States.
A nation of citizens with freedoms
protected by the Constitution.
Okay. So...
...per your mandate, you must defend
the freedom of United States citizens?
Yes.
Damn it, Grant, don't make me do this.
And any threat to that freedom
must be eliminated?
Yes.
Search all articles for
"Senate Bill 2330."
This is your last chance!
Come on, come on.
Hurry up.
Hurry.
Come on.
What the hell's taking so long?
Let's go, Max!
We can't hold them all
day! Come on, hurry!
Hold on.
Come on. Get it already.
Come on.
Learn. Learn!
Echelon is a threat to freedom.
I did it.
Shutting down.
Oh, shit!
I did it!
Don't move!
Get them out of here.
No, Mr. President...
Echelon is completely offline...
...until we can figure out a way to
solve the malfunction.
Of course not.
Yes, sir, I understand you can't.
Yes, sir. It is entirely my
responsibility.
Goodbye, Mr. President.
Your car's waiting, sir.
Who's first?
The Senate Intelligence
Oversight Committee.
You know the three most
important words in politics?
No, sir.
Don't get caught.
All right, let's go, Peterson!
There he is.
So they're not pressing charges?
You know, I really don't think they
want the public to hear about this one.
Do me a favor.
Keep your mouth shut
this time. Please.
And who paid our bail?
Nobody special.
Just someone who took
a bullet for you.
Hi.
So, what do you think?
Gonna come back?
I don't know. Maybe.
If I can get my old office back.
What old office?
That old office I had, in the corner,
with the view?
You mean my office.
Well, thanks for getting us out.
Not me. Mueller.
He's a hard man to say no to...
...especially when he wants to
keep a story off the front page.
He sent you all this way
just to tell me that?
And to give you this.
He said you deserved it.
I don't know what to say.
Just say you'll stay out of his
casinos.
Fair enough.
So when are you headed back?
Tonight.
How about a little detour?
Where?
Paris.
Well, the check's in Euros.
I figure it's as good a place
as any to cash it.
That a yes?
Wait a minute.
Is it?...
No. It's Yuri.
Who's Yuri?