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Come on.
Come on, mutt.|Now, look at that ball. All right.
Come on. Get that ball. Ah-
There's no problem with that.
Oh, God damn it.
- If it happens, let me know.|- What the hell are you doing here?|This is not the office.
- This is my private time.|- Five minutes.
No- I said no Tuesday,|I said no last week...
and I'm gonna keep sayin' no|till you hear me.
Five minutes, Mr Chairman.
It's all I ask-- five minutes.
- Want some coffee?|- No, I don't want any coffee.
I want to play with my dog.
Look, I'm not asking you|to vote for it.
I know you can't.|Just release your people.
Let them go the way they want.
Telecommunications|Security and Privacy Act-
Invasion of privacy is more like it.
You read the Post?|"This bill is not the first step|toward the surveillance society.
It is the surveillance society."
- Uh, liberal hysteria.|- Oh, listen.|I'm not gonna sit in Congress...
and pass a law|that lets the government...
point a camera and a microphone|at anything they damn well please.
Phil, look.|I don't care who bangs who...
what cabinet officers get stoned.
But this is the richest,|most powerful nation on Earth,|and therefore the most hated.
And you and I know|what the average citizen does not:
that we are at war|24 hours of every day.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Do I have to itemize the number|of American lives we've saved...
in the past 12 months alone|with judicious use|of surveillance intelligence?
Thomas, cut the crap.|I've got three major employers...
in the Syracuse area alone who are|gonna get just killed by this bill.
I promise to get you funds|equal to or greater than...
whatever those companies|gave your last campaign.
I'm not talking about|campaign contributions, damn it.
I'm talking about my constituents|being out of work.
Jesus, man- Wake up-
National security isn't the only thing|going on in this country.
This conversation is over.
I beg of you, Phil.|Please don't.
I've been there for you in the past,|haven't l? There have been times...
personal situations, when you needed|my assistance and my confidence.
Are you blackmailing me,|you ambitious shit?
I'm sorry we can't find a common ground|on this one, Congressman.
You're a good man.|People of your district are lucky...
to have you representing them.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Let me fight management.|Okay, I can accept that.
But this is our own|goddamned union leadership...
tryin' to railroad us into signing|some, some sweetheart contract.
Look-- Look, everybody knows...
that, that the mob|has been controlling these guys since,|since as long as I can remember.
And now, uh-- now we got Pintero's goons|down there tuning up my people.
Well, first off, that's a Hobbs Act|violation, probably a RICO.
- Hey.|- How you doing, Eddie?|- Thanks.
- How you doin'?|- Great.|- All right.|- Thanks.
- Robert Dean.|- Tony O'Neill. Nice to meet you.
A Hobbs and a RICO.|Ooh, baby, don't stop.
Sounds like you guys need|a labour lawyer. What happened?
We were in Louie's two nights ago.|I go to use the bathroom...
and these two fuckin' guidos jump me.
Uh, I prefer we use the term|"ltalian-Americans."
Eh, whatever, but they were|really goin' to work on me.|It could've gotten serious.
- But then Larry Cash came in|and he went after 'em.|- Uh, Larry Cash is in the hospital...
with a broken jaw|and a ruptured kidney.
Is this becoming|a criminal investigation, Robert?
Um, no, it would take years|to see that thing through.
Besides, these people have families|that are living through this every day.
Hey, Julie, can we send|a case of Chianti over to Larry Cash?
- Larry Cash?|- Yes, he's at St. Luke's.
And send some flowers to his wife,|Brenda. They're both in the Rolodex.
Yes, Mr Dean.
- Well, why don't you guys|just head on home?|- All right.
I'm your lawyer. I'm in the process of|dealing with these guido motherfuckers.
Pintero doesn't stand a chance.
So, how's the trout?
- Tastes like fish.|- It is fish.
No, I mean it tastes like|every other fish I've ever had.
Brill's note said that this|is the videotape that you need|to convince Pintero with.
And watch out for the FBl. Brill says|the place is under surveillance.
- So when do I get to meet him?|- Pintero?
Okay. Um--
Wow. That's not exactly|the answer I was hoping for.
Oh, and what was the answer|you were hoping for?
Oh, I don't know. Soon.|Uh, definitely sooner than never.
Bobby, why do we have to|go through this every time?
Brill talks to me, I talk to you.|That's the way it works.
Well, pardon me for being|a little uncomfortable...
with hiring someone that I don't know|and I've never even met.
Then don't hire him.
Ten thousand dollars.
And I'm also a little|uncomfortable havin' to carry|that kind of cash around.
Well, this should lighten your load.
I don't know if it's Brill's price|that's goin' up or your commission.
I take 15%, as always.
Brill's fee varies with risk.
Maybe you'd be more comfortable|using someone else.
- What, other than Brill?|- Other than me.
- What's wrong with you?|- Oh, there's nothing wrong with me.
Just, you know, someone|with whom you don't have|quite so complicated a history.
I like our history, and I like you.
I like you too.
Look, l-l just want to make sure that|I'm not breaking the law in any way.
- You're not.|- And how can I be so sure?
Because I wouldn't let you.
So, Mr Pintero, the guy on the left is|Carl Matthews, president of Local 6650.
And this is Dave Early,|secretary-treasurer of the National.
Oh, right there, you see--|you see the guy there?
Uh, that's Hugh Simic.|He administers the pension fund.
Hey, you're going to recognize|this fellow right here.
That's you.|Am I correct, Mr Pintero?
That ain't me.
Let's watch a little more of this.
- Take a-- Take a picture of this.|- Everybody say "money."
Here comes a great shot right here.
Wait. Everybody say "not guilty."
Right here; here it comes.
- That's not you?|- That ain't me.
Well, you know, that-that's actually|really great news for me.
It lifts a huge weight|off of my shoulders.
Because, you know, the conditions of|your parole specifically forbid you...
from having any contact of any kind|with any union officials.
- I know that.|- Well, I'm-- I'm saying,|so hypothetically...
had that been you, I mean,|you'd be headed back to prison for...
15-- I don't know--|maybe 20 years-- even more.
But, you know, I mean, that ain't you,|as you so eloquently put it.
Are you fuckin' with me?|Eloquently? That's not me.
Oh, that's not you. Well, I'm sorry|that I've wasted your time, gentlemen...
you know, since|that's not you, um--
Oh, you know what? I'm thinkin'.|Maybe I'll just, you know...
run this tape past|the federal prosecutor.
You know, they have|really great VCRs down there.
A lot of times, they can see|some things that we can't see.
You ain't runnin' this by nobody.
- What do you want?|- My clients want to vote|their contract up or down...
as they see fit, without,|shall we say, any outside influences.
Okay. Sit down.
- No, I'm fine, thank you.|- No, you are not fine.
Now sit your ass down.
I would like my clients to be able|to exercise their constitutional rights.
And if that happens,|that tape will disappear forever|into my private collection...
along with the Zapruder film|and the porno from Hitler's bunker.
- Do you got any copies of this thing?|- Absolutely.
Who made it? You make it?
I'm an attorney.|I don't make videotapes.
Now you listen to me,|you fuckin' eggplant.
This fuckin' videotape|may save your clients' asses...
but you can be goddamned sure|it ain't gonna save yours.
Now, who made|the fuckin' videotape?
- I don't know.|- How'd you get it?
Through an acquaintance.
Mr Dean, he's got acquaintances.|Me, I got friends. I don't know.
Vic, get outside. See if they're|any acquaintances out there...
that are of the black persuasion.
Carlos, why don't you|get out of that chair?
Talk to Mr Dean.
Who's your fucking acquaintance?
Listen to me. I wanna know|who made that videotape...
but I wanna know in a week...
or I'll kill ya.
Hey, smile.
- What?|- Smile for the FBl.
- Who's the brother?|- I don't know, but he doesn't|look ltalian to me, does he?
Table Harvest to 101.|We got a blue overcoat heading east.
Give me a loose one.|See if we can get his plates.
I'm standing by live at the|Lockraven Reservoir right now...
where police and fire officials|are in the process of removing...
a classic Mercedes owned|by Republican Congressman...
Phillip Hamersly|of Syracuse, New York.
This accident comes|at a very untimely juncture...
since the congressman was|working on a controversial|piece of legislation, Dale...
opposing the Telecommunications|Security and Privacy Act.
Fire officials do tell me|that it appears the congressman...
was by himself in the car.
We have confirmed that.|However, strangely enough...
his favourite dog, Bob,|is currently with police.
I understand there was|a history of heart problems.
There was, in fact,|a history of heart problems.
In fact, the congressman|endured open-heart surgery|just a couple of years ago.
Homicide investigators have told me they|did find a bottle of pills in his lap.
That might mean that the congressman--|and I speculate here--
may have suffered a heart attack before|going into the Lockraven Reservoir.
He leaves behind a family of four.
We'll have more details|as the story develops.
I need a 10-27 on a...
brown and tan '75 GMC Jimmy.
D.C. tags. Eight, kilo...
six, three, nine, four.
And a 10-28 on the registered owner.
Jake, please do not give me|optimistic numbers. I hate optimism.
- Sir?|- I want to know how many votes|we have in the bank...
aren't gonna change their mind|every time the wind blows.
Thank you.
We may have a problem|out at the lake.
This is Daniel Zavitz.|He's a nature photographer|who was in government grants.
One of them is for monitoring|migratory patterns of Canadian geese.
Or lack thereof.
The box is called a hide.|It contains a motion-activated...
digital video camera|with a compound lens.
It was aimed directly|at the boat ramp across the lake.
We need two techs with full electronic|capabilities-- two humpty-dumpties.
Get Fiedler to organize it,|and call Kramer...
to get us some ex-military cutouts.
How do I describe the project?
Call it a training op hosted here.|Set up a link with the NRO.
- That's good.|- Falsify FBI approval.
And none of this goes beyond our team.|And get that videotape.
- Of course.|- Get a wire on our bird-watcher.
You got it.
Fiedler, it's Hicks. I need|an intercept on a Daniel Leon Zavitz.
And, uh, what's our authorization?
We're calling it a P-1 training op.|FBI approval.
Krug and Jones, sir.
We were with the 22nd Marine|expeditionary unit. Kramer sent us.
- Oh, nice haircut.|- Thirty months in|a federal penitentiary...
at Marion, Illinois, for a GVH-1--|on your gunnery sergeant--|what's that about?
The guy was an asshole, sir,|and he deserved it, if you'll excuse me.
All new, designed for today.
The electric car is here.
A sedan for you.
I'm standing by live|at the Lockraven Reservoir...
right now, where police|and fire officials are|in the process of removing...
a classic Mercedes owned by|Republican congressman Phillip Hamersly.
You may be able to see it here,|being removed in the background.
Now, fire and police officials|aren't saying much at this point.
Here's what I do know.|I have been told that the congressman...
was alone in the vehicle|when this accident happened|just under an hour ago.
You may know that the congressman|suffers from a heart condition.
Homicide investigators|have told me that they did find|a bottle of pills in his lap.
That might mean that the congressman--|and I speculate here--
may have suffered a heart attack before|going into the Lockraven Reservoir.
I am also told that there was no one|in the car with him at the time of the--
- Fuck a duck.|- However, curiously enough,|the congressman's dog Bob--
Holy shit-
...on the ground,|and is currently with police.
He's from Syracuse, New York.
The congressman was a key opponent|to the Telecommunications|Security and Privacy Act.
- News desk.|- Lenny...
you are not going to believe|what I have in my possession.
- Zavitz. Long time.|- Lenny, I've got...
the Phil Hamersly murder on videotape.
Phil Hamersly died|of a heart attack.
Negative. Hamersly was professionally|wasted under the direction...
of some anal-retentive with what looks|like a serious vitamin D deficiency.
- Well, how did you get this tape?|- My conservation study at the|lake photographed the murder.
- You're kidding me-|- The camera was aimed|straight across at the pier...
right where Phil Hamersly was killed.
- How fast can you get|that tape over here?|- I'm making a copy right now.
Uh, Mark, I have to take this.
Good. Thank you.|Call if you need anything.
- Fiedler, is this line secure?|- Yes, it is, sir.|- Go ahead.
Zavitz is speaking|to a Lenny Bloom...
a former anti-war activist.
He publishes a variety|of left-wing newsletters|on various political subjects.
- He's taking the tape now|to Bloom's offices. Over.|- Put a tap on Bloom.
- And give us a dedicated|satellite for this operation.|- It's already done.
Yeah, so, Julie, I'm gonna take|the rest of the day.
Uh, finish up my Christmas shopping.|Take my mind off things.
Hey, do chicks dig lingerie?
All right.|I'll see you in the morning.
- Hi.|- Hi.
How you doin'?
Why, hello.
- Hi.|- Hey, hi.|- Can I help you?
- Uh, yes.|- Do you see something you like?
- Uh, I'm married.|- That's allowed.
Uh-- Uh, um, I just--|I need-- I need some...
uh, a-- a Christmas present.
- For your wife ?|- Yes, of-of several years.|We're ver-- We're, uh, yes.
- So you want some|lingerie for your wife?|- Yes, yes, l-l would.
Do you like Christian Dior?
You know, I have to be really|honest with you. Um, I'm not|really experienced in this.
- I don't--|- Get out of town-
I-l mean, don't get me wrong. I mean,|I'm-l'm experienced, you know, from--
- Yeah.|- from a certain perspective.|- Right.|- I-l just--
You know, I don't want to come in here|and, you know, look stupid.
Too late.
- Yeah. What size?|- I'm sorry?
- Oh, my wife. Oh.|- Yeah.|- Uh, she-she's, um--
- She's about, uh-- She--|- Size six.
Yeah, right, she's, uh--|She's ab-- She's a six.
Right. And what about cup size?
Oh- Oh, she's way bigger than that.
I mean, uh, not--|I mean, not noticeably.
- Oops.|- Should have gotten her a watch.
- So far--|- Hello?
- It's me, Ruthie.|- Shit.|- Uh, they disconnected my phone again.
Uh, mine's not working either.|I think it's a problem with the line.
Let me borrow some change|for the pay phone, man.
Come on. I gotta call Dr Mike.
Danny, I always pay you back.|Come on-
Open the door-
Shit. Fuck.
- Come on, man-|- Uh, one minute.
- I'm goin'.|- Come on, Danny-
Come on. Come on.
Oh, shit.
Ah, shit.|It's not working.
I got him- I got him-|He's rabbiting-
- He's out the back.|- Give me real-time imagery coverage|at LAT 38, 55, LONG 77, 00.
Got it. Base, this is local control.
Request immediate keyhole|visual tasking. Maximum resolution.
LAT 38, 55, LONG 77, 00. Over.
Roger that. I'll need a minute|on satellite visual. Over.
Run, run, Danny-|They got guns- Go-
- Where is he?|- He's on the roof. Right there. Go-
-Okay, satellite imagery coming through.|-Roger that. Patch visual, my location.
Confirm visual. Thank you much.|Air One, ahead.
All units:|Target heading north on rooftop.
Columbia and 18th.|Request immediate visual support. Over.
Roger that. We have visual.
Everybody move.|He just jumped to the adjacent building.
- All units,|he is entering rear entrance--|- Entering entrance of Captain lke's.
- Captain lke's.|- Roger.
Get out of the way-
- Air One, be advised, suspect|heading towards front entrance.|- Front of Columbia.
- Detail front of building on Columbia.|- Copy that.
I got him- I got him-
All units, target|entering the barber-shop.
- Hah- Bullshit-|We lost him; we lost him.|- We've lost him-
- I can't--|- Units in pursuit, target seen exiting|rear of barber-shop in alley. Follow.
- Okay, I'm blank. I can't see anything.|- Air One, we've lost the visual.
- I'm blank. What do you got?|- Who's got him?
Zavitz- Dan Zavitz-
Hey, uh-- It's me, Bobby Dean. We were|at Georgetown together. You okay?
- Help me.|- Are you hurt?|- What do you think of this one, sir?
Yeah, this is Becky.|Becky, say hi.
I'm s-- Can I have one second, please?
Oh, he's right on top of Pratt.|He's running from Pratt on Connecticut.
- Pratt, he's on your 6:00. Turn around.|- Got him-
Move, move, move.|Get out of the way-
Hey, hey-|Come back, man- Come back-
Hey, I got him-
Target northbound--|northbound on Connecticut.
Okay, got him.
Go, go, go, go-
Switching targets. Switching.|Now heading southbound|towards DuPont circle.
Target down on Connecticut Avenue.|Air One, confirm.
Target is down.|Target is down permanently.
- What happened?|- A guy on a bike got creamed.
Oh, Jesus.
- I'm beatin' you.|- Yeah, right.
- Oh, you are.|- Oh, sh--
- Hey, hey-|- I'm beatin' you.|- No, I'm beatin' you.
- I just caught up.|- Hello.|- Oh, yeah?|- Hi, Mr Dean.
Am I in the wrong house?
I'm looking for an eight-year-old boy,|about yea high.
- Kinda good-looking. Allegedly my son.|- No.
- Hmm. Maybe he's behind the TV.|- Eric?|- Mr Dean-|- Dad-
- Eric?|- Mr Dean, get out-|- Get out of the way-
What? What? Oh, I'm sorry.
- Are those my Christmas presents?|- Yep, some of 'em.
- Can I open 'em?|- Yeah, sure. Here you go.
- Seriously?|- In your dreams, buddy. Beat it.|- Dad-
- Are you staying for dinner|tonight, Dylan?|- If it's okay with you.
- Got any money?|- Money?|- He's kidding.
- I'm going to sleep over|at Dylan's, okay?|- Did you ask your mother?
I was going to, but she's|too busy yelling at the TV.
Oh, well, there goes the Fourth|Amendment-- what's left of it.
- Hey, Maria.|- Hello, Mr Bobby.
Don't you honestly doubt|that the average citizen--
Hey, you're about a bark-and-a-half|from being homeless.
Baby, listen to|this fascist gas bag.
- Uh-oh.|- ...and freedom have|always existed in a--
in a very precarious balance,|and when buildings start blowing up,|people's priorities tend to change.
- He's got a point there, sweetie.|- Bobby-
- I mean, who is this idiot?|- He is talking about ending|personal privacy.
- Do you want your phone tapped?|- I'm not plannin' on|blowing up the country.
Well, how do we know until we've heard|all your dirty little secrets?
You're just gonna have to trust me.
Oh, I know.|We'll just tap the criminals.
We won't suspend the civil rights|of the good people.
- Right.|- Then who decides which is which?
- I think you should.|- You know, Bobby, I think you|should take this more seriously.
Honey, I think you're taking it|seriously enough for both of us...
and half the people on the block.
Tens of millions of foreign nationals|living within our borders...
and many of these people consider|the United States their enemy.
- And they see acts of terrorism as--|- You remember Daniel Zavitz?
- We were at Georgetown together?|- Vaguely.
- I saw him today.|- How's he doing?
- He's dead.|- What?
- He got hit by a fire engine|pretty much in front of my eyes.|- Oh, my God-
I ran into him in a store,|and he was upset about something.
- About what?|- I don't know.
Before we had a chance to talk about it,|he ran out of the store...
and next time I saw him,|he was dead.
Baby- Come here.
Ohh, I love you so much-
I love you, too, sweetie.
Oh, that's not even to mention|the gangster that threatened|to kill me today.
- Hah- Very funny-|- Oh, you think? Hilarious.
- Hmm. What'd you get me?|- A bowling ball.
No more of that MSNBC terrorist talk.|You're scaring the kids.
We'll be back with your phone calls for|Congressman Sam Albert right after this.
- Tell me.|- Zavitz is dead. So is Lenny,|the guy from the paper.
- What about the tape?|- We found the original|in Zavitz's apartment.
- The original?|- There was a copy.
- There was a copy?|- I think so, sir.|- Any more good news?
They never made it to the newspaper,|but there was a private sector contact.
- Who was that?|- Several indiscriminants|and one primary.
- Who?|- Robert Dean.|He's a D.C. Iabour lawyer.
Lives in Georgetown with his wife,|Carla Dean. She's also an attorney.
She's with the ACLU, as it happens.
Well, I suppose he could've given it|directly to Bob Woodward.
Maybe we dodged a bullet.|Find out what Dean knows.
- Make contact.|- Yes, sir.
I hate doing this at Christmas.
Fiedler, we need|a complete FinCEN, EPIC...
and a DRD work-up|on a Robert Clayton Dean.
His social's 986-26-0901.|Pull up keyhole data files, okay?
Let's go-|Let's get this show on the road-
Eric, just call me in the morning|when you want me to come pick you up.
You know, if you decide|you want to stay at Dylan's|till the end of the weekend...
or the end of the century,|your mom and I have discussed it.
It'll be difficult initially,|but we think we can live with it.
Dad's kidding.|He's gonna miss you, just like me.
Honey, hurry back.|You know what that means.
Mm-hmm. That you're gonna|be asleep when I get back.
That only happened|one time, sweetie.
We're running|a comprehensive database search.
Brian did a preliminary|analysis and comparison...
and he came up with|some pretty interesting stuff.
Thanks, Brian.
Thank you.
Prioritize his phone bill.
Who's he been calling?
- Oh, man. Check this one.|- Who?
Rachel F-For-You-Know-What Banks. God,|would I love to have her ruin my life.
Do a cross.
They were at Georgetown|together, sophomore year.
They have the same address,|same phone number.
They remain close.|Many calls, regardless of marriage.
- Oh, here we go.|- What?
Dean, over the past 18 months...
has four, five, seven cash|withdrawals of 4,000, 5,000...
and up, and up...
and each time,|the delectable Miss Banks...
makes large cash deposits|of her own within a day or two.
- Blackmail?|- Well, her deposits aren't the same,|but let me figure this out.
Ah, yes, they're exactly-- exactly|15 percent of the amount Dean withdrew.
Brian, can we get some more?
I mean, you know, we got the blimp cam,|we got the police officer cam...
we've got, uh, two ATM cameras,|but this is the one showing promise.
This is the security camera|at the underwear store. Freeze there.
Rotate us 75 degrees|around the vertical, please.
Freeze there. Times ten.
Focus on the drop.
Enhance, then forward frame-by-frame.
All right. Now, just before|the view's blocked, there's|a shape change in Dean's bag.
See the shadow variance? See?
The shadow's wrong. Zavitz changed|the configuration of Dean's packages.
- Is it a tape?|- It's hard to say for sure.|These things are--
- Can the computer take us|around to the other side?|- It can hypothesize. Chris?
- Yeah?|- Can you rotate us 75 degrees|around the vertical, please?
- What do you think it is?|- It looks a lot bigger than a tape.
Zavitz had digital compression|equipment in his apartment.|He could've downloaded it to anything.
Or maybe the bag twisted|in Dean's hand.
Or something moved in front|of the light and altered|the shadow. Maybe it's nothing.
Maybe it's everything.|Let's get it and find out.
Beat it. I got work to do.
Go. Porsche-
Go away-
Damn it, Porsche-
- Hello, Mr Dean?|- Uh, yes. Can I help you?
This is Detective Benning.|I'm Pratt. We're with D.C. Metro.
Uh, sorry to bother you at home, sir.|We were just hoping to ask you|a few questions about Daniel Zavitz.
- Wh-- I'm s-- Can I see|your badges, please?|- Certainly, sir.
All right. Come on.|Back up, Porsche.
- All right. Nice and smooth.|Come on, boys.|- Okay.
I didn't really see the accident.|I don't know whose fault it was.
- Oh, we're not here to talk|about the accident, Mr Dean.|- I'm sorry, I thought you said|you were here--
We should apologize|for the confusion, sir.
It's just that we're handling|a different aspect of the inquiry.
Um, it turns out Mr Zavitz was|involved in an extortion scheme.
- What kind of watch is that?|- Did you represent Mr Zavitz|as an attorney?|- It's an Omega.
- No, I didn't.|- So you're not constrained|by attorney-client privilege?
- Shh-shh. Yeah, that's correct.|- You see, Mr Dean...
we have reason to believe|that Mr Zavitz may have passed|sensitive materials to you.
- What kind of materials?|- Well, sensitive, so we're hoping|that you could tell us that.
Uh, no, he-he didn't pass me anything.
These voice stress points indicate|a really high degree of anxiety.
- Anxiety about what?|- That's the nature of physics.
If he'd have given me something,|I would've known.
- Oh, he's lying-|- What about your packages, sir?
Could something have slipped in amongst|the purchases without your knowledge?
Excuse me. Daniel Zavitz|did not give me anything.
- That's a Parker pen.|- It's a Mont Blanc.
He didn't secrete it|into any of my bodily orifices.
- Whatever it is, I don't have it.|- Could we look at them?
- I don't think so.|Not without a warrant.|- Oh, Christ.
- This guy's good.|- How did you happen|to be at Ruby's today?
I was shopping for some lingerie.|That's still legal, isn't it?
- You buying that for your wife?|- No, I was, uh, picking|something up for myself.
I do a little cross-dressing|on the weekends.|You know, you'd be surprised...
how a nice pair of edible panties|can make a guy feel sexy.
We thought it might be|for Rachel Banks.
Good night, gentlemen.
- Good night, sir.|- Good night, Mr Dean.
What are they talking about, Porsche?|There's nothing here.
Honey, I'm home.
Uh, yeah, uh, just a second, sweetie.
Well, either he's getting ready|to do something with it,|or he doesn't know he has it.
Or he doesn't have it.
You know what I've seen?
I've seen killers walk free|because the eyewitness was an alcoholic.
I've seen sex offenders|that couldn't be touched|because the victim was a call girl.
Credibility-- It's the only|currency that means anything|on this kind of playing field.
Dean's got the tape,|and he's gonna come out with it; and|when he does, I want his credibility.
I want people to know he's lying|before they hear what he says.
We could take his wife and kid.|He'd give it up for them.
We'd have the police and the FBI|all over this in 24 hours.
Put taps on his 20|most frequently called numbers,|and let's get into his life.
The union situation has--|has mob written all over it.
And he's definitely vulnerable|on Rachel Banks.
I want to know about his wife,|I want to know about his parents...
I want to know about|his gambling problems,|his urine samples, his porno rentals.
I want to use every means possible|to get what we need...
because this little|son of a bitch is not going to be|the final chapter of my life.
- Tell me something.|- Uh-oh.
How did you find out Pintero|was associated with union officials?
I'm just that good.
I hired an investigator.
- Hey.|- Shut up the dog-
My mom used to have one of these.|Come on. Ow- The dog bit me-
- Oh, who was the investigator?|- Wh-- I-- What do you mean? His name?
Come on, Bobby. You know what I'm|asking. Is it the guy who Rachel knows?
Ca-- Why do we-- Why do we have|to go through this every time?
- Bobby, I'm just asking, okay?|- Carla, Rachel Banks is not|an issue any more.
You are the only woman|in the world for me.
You and Janet Jackson.
I-l have to be honest.|If-lf Janet Jackson called me...
I w-- I-- I might have to change|my last name to Jackson.
Yeah, right. I'd have to break|that woman's legs too.
- Lower, lower,|like kids would do it, damn it.|- You sound like a fuckin' old lady.|Shut up.
Ooh, sensitive.
All right. Jones has some issues|we need to resolve.
- Oh. Hey, Control, they are home.|- Uh-oh.
Move, guys.
Oh, nice blender.
Oh, my God.
Oh, Porsche.
Oh, damn. The dog is green.
Jones painted the-- the dog-
This is Robert Dean, 2811 Sutton.|I'd like to report a break-in.
I don't know. Um, it's been vandalized.|From the looks of it, i-it's kids...
but I need a squad car|here immediately.
- Here we go.|- We'll be checking out the rest|of the house, sir, ma'am.
At least they left me one.
How do you know|it wasn't Pintero?
I don't. It was just|kind of frivolous.
I guess I'm just hopin'|it was kids.
What have we here?
I think we have a winner.
Phone for phone.
- Take any of your clothes?|- No.
They threw all my shoes|and suits in the tub...
and spray painted my damn dog.
- Black.|- Black.
Perfect. How does that look?
Paging Mr Dean.
We have you bugged, Mr Dean.
They thrashed my computers,|my big-screen TV-- They took my blender.
- What about jewellery?|- Nope.
- What about silverware?|- Nope. Just my blender.
- Blender, huh?|- Loved that blender.
You know, I did stuff|when I was a kid.
I mean, not breaking-and-entering,|but, you know, stuff.
Yeah, we all did stuff. I just wish|they hadn't stolen my damn blender.
You seem a little attached|to this blender, Robert.
Yeah, well, some people meditate,|some people get massages.
- I blend.|- You're really weird, you know that?
Yeah, then on top of it, the only suit|they leave me is three years old.
Hasn't gotten any better with age.
Blow over? I'm not--|I'm not gonna sit around|and wait for this to blow over-
Jerry, l-- I'm, I'm suing their|right-wing asses right into Chapter 11-
This is flagrant- They never even called|to see what my side of the story was-
- They have no Sullivan|protection with this-|- Mr Dean?
- Yes.|- Rachel Banks is on line one...
and, uh, Silverberg and Blake|would like to see you|in the conference room.
All right. Uh, Jerry, uh,|I got to take this call. All right.
- Hey, what's up?|- My firm called me this morning|telling me not to come in.
- What? Why not?|- I don't know.
Reporters are calling, asking me|about my relationship with you...
and how long|I've worked for the mob.
- The mob, Bobby.|- Jesus.
- Do you know how hard|I worked to get this job?|- Yeah, I know. I know.
Mr Dean, Silverberg and Blake|are still waiting to see you|in the conference room.
- I heard you the first time.|Thank you.|- Look. You got your own problems.
Uh, no, Rachel. It's fine.
Oh, g--
I just got off the phone|with a source that I trust.
A grand jury is being convened|to look into your labour practise...
as far back as the|electrical workers' strike.
- And why is that?|- They claim you helped create a shell|company for Sam Villotti in Zurich...
and that through your continuing|relationship, the Peitso family|has been able...
to exert influence and provide|false witness to discredit our case.
- Oh, well, that's true.|- You're admitting it?
Sure. Everything except|setting up a company in Zurich...
or even knowing anyone|named Sam Villotti...
or having any relationship|whatsoever to the Peitso family-
- This is ridiculous-|- Robert--|- Uh, Mark, I'm tell you.
This is Pintero.|He's coming back after me.
You give me one week-- one week|and four guys from litigation...
and I guarantee you,|we have this guy begging us--
Tell us about Rachel Banks.
Tell you what. Uh, she was my girlfriend|the second year of law school.
We keep in touch.|We-We toss one another some work|every once in a while. Uh, that's it.
Did you have an affair|with her four years ago?
You ever beat off|in the shower, Brian?
Hmm? You ever have|any homosexual thoughts?
- Bobby, that is--|- None of my fucking business-|You're damn right it's not-
I love my wife,|and I love my son absolutely...
with no equivocations, and that's|none of your fuckin' business either-
Uh, we think that you|should take a leave of absence...
until we're able|to, uh, sort all this out.
- Are you firing me?|- I think you just fired yourself.
Where is she, Jen?
- Don't go in there.|She doesn't want to talk to you.|- Why not?
Because she's reading the paper.
- Asshole.|- Carla--
- How could you let me|find out like this?|- I'm findin' out like this.
This is all lies.|Th-- None of this stuff is true.
- So you're saying|you weren't there with her?|- Yes, I had lunch with her.
We have lunch once a month. She's the|contact for the investigator, Brill.
You were right about that. Someone|must have taken this picture off the|security camera outside the restaurant.
- You said she wasn't an issue.|- She's not- I have to see her|for business.
-And l-- And I knew if I told you that--|-Bobby, you had an affair|with this woman- An affair.
We went to a counsellor for a year-
And now you're standin' there lyin'|about even seein' her? You make me sick-
Carla, I am smeared all over|the newspapers for money-laundering|schemes, mob ties--
I lost my job. I am asking you--
I'm asking you to please just trust me|on this Rachel Banks thing right now.
How in God's name can I trust you?|Bobby, I want you to leave.
- Carla, I'm telling you|that this is all bullshit-|- I don't wanna hear anything else.
I don't wanna hear anything else.|I cannot think with you in my face.|I want you to leave.
- What do you need to think about?|- Bobby, get out-|- I'm telling you it's bullshit-|- Get out-
Just leave, so I can think-|For me, okay? Just leave.
Just go, Bobby. Go. Go.
- You want a blend?|- Yeah.
- Hi.|- Hi. Uh, I'd like to have a room|for the evening, please.
Okay. Thank you.
-I'm sorry, sir. This card was declined.|-Declined? This is a brand-new card.|Try it again, please.
Yes, sir.
You know, maybe it's|not activated yet.
Thank you.|Run this one, please. Thank you.
Yes, sir.
No, it didn't go through.
- But I'll try it again.|- N-No, thank you.
- My briefcase is gone.|- Excuse me, sir?
- My briefcase was right here.|- Are you sure you brought it in?
Yes, I'm sure I brought it in-
Hi. This is Rachel.|Leave a message after the beep.
Hey, Rachel, it's Bobby.|Uh, I need to talk to you...
and I need to talk to you|face-to-face.
Uh, meet me tomorrow, 11:00 a.m.,|Mount Vernon Square. I'll see you then.
All right, we're moving into|phase two of the training op.
Selb's gonna brief you on it,|so listen up, all right?
We're gonna be following|the subjects through the square.
We're gonna have three listening|stations and two video surveillance|units with unidirectional mikes.
Pratt, you're three.|Jones, Fiedler, Krug...
you guys are at ground level.|You'll be following the targets.
You move when I say,|you go when I say.
All handoffs go on my command.
Now, for the uninitiated,|if we don't have line-of-sight...
we can't hear|what they say, right?
- Right?|- Yeah. Got it.
- All right. You guys clear?|- Yeah.|- Yeah.
Jones, Krug, what, are you guys|from communications?
- No, we're ops.|- You can tell by their haircuts.
I would like to sit down|with Mr Pintero in private...
so he and I can discuss|what's happening to me.
I called; they said he was here.
Mr Pintero would like to help you.
- But he won't.|- And why not?
Well, because first, you haven't|told him who made the tape...
and second, we've spent hundreds|of thousands of dollars...
on shyster lawyers just like you...
because of shyster lawyers|just like you.
Actually, I believe|the slur "shyster"...
is generally reserved|for Jewish attorneys.
I believe the proper slur|for someone like myself...
would be, uh, "eggplant."
Boom. This kid gets brighter|every time I see him.
- You said 11:00 sharp.|- I know. Uh, Christmas|traffic is horrible.
You know, it's not so smart, us being|seen together in public like this.
- Do we have anything to hide?|- Heavy background on one.|Could we do better on audio two?
- Unfortunately not.|- Two is better.
IRS contacted me this morning.
- Two, you're good. Hold position.|- They say my lifestyle|exceeds my income.
Ohh. You're being audited?
For the last four years.|What's going on, Bobby?
Uh, look, don't worry about that.|W-- My firm will represent you|completely free of charge.
- Eighty percent.|- You don't work there|any more, remember?
- It's a temporary situation.|- Your 80's becoming a 20.|- Bullshit.|- Move to audio three.
- On three. Much better. Much better.|- We're screwed.
- Wake up, one.|- We are out.
Rachel, I'm going to fix this.
- How?|- Tell me about Brill.
- Did he say "Bill"?|- No, "Brill," with an "R."|- I can't do that.
- Cross-reference Rachel's file.|See if the name "Brill" comes up.|- Got it.
Rachel, don't you see that he is|the key to this whole mess?
From the second you gave me that tape,|my life has been falling apart.
You assured me|that this-this guy was legit.
- You needed information;|I got it for you.|- Two, you're good. Hold position.
- Three is good.|- This conversation is over.
- Okay, here we go.|- What are you gonna do?|You gonna wander around--|- Two, you gotta do better.
- Want your job back--|- Shit.|- Do you want your life back?
I don't have a life.
I'm in love with a married man.
Okay, I have 'em on the bench.
Rachel, I'm sorry, but there's|nothing I can do about that.
What makes you think it's you?
It's not me?
I j-- I just as-assumed from--
- You're a moron, you know that?|- Yes. I know.
Rachel, you're gonna have|to tell me about Brill.
Let's get outta here.
All right. They're on the move.
- Comin' to three.|- Stay with 'em.|- I got 40's, 20--
- You're following through trees.|Two, can you track them?|- I lost line-of-sight.
- Repeat, I have lost line-of-sight.|- Three, you've got nothing.
- Lost line-of-sight. I'm out.|- We lost audio. It's gone. But we have|his tracers. We can still follow 'em.
When I need to reach Brill, l--
I chalk the mailbox|outside my house.
When he crosses the mark,|I make the drop.
The location's always the same--|same time, same place.
3:00 p.m. ferry to Gibson lsland.
- You ever see him in person?|- He's the cautious type.
He's not gonna like you|trackin' him down.
The drop is behind seat 32.
I leave something;|he picks it up later.
I'm sorry it took so long. I had to|make sure you weren't being followed.
- Brill.|- Brill's dead.
Died of smallpox when he was two.|Buried in a field in Kansas.
- What is that ?|- It's a bug-sweeper.
- Take off your left shoe.|- What does it mean when--
Take off your shoe. I don't have time to|explain. Take off your shoe right now.
Come on.
It's a beacon transmitter.|Thousand-yard range.
They're close. Let's go.
Who is "they"?
And why are they puttin' things|in my shoes?
No, get in the back,|like you're a customer.
Everything's gone--|the wife, job...
bank accounts, everything.
You said Zavitz was behind|an extortion scheme?
- No, they said it.|- You were the last one|that talked to him?
- Yeah.|- What did he say?|- He didn't say anything.|He said, uh, "Help me, Bobby."
- Help me with what?|- I don't know. We never got|around to that.
- What did he give you?|- Nothing. He didn't give me anything.
Listen, you gotta come clean.|If you bullshit me, I can't help you.
- No- I'm tellin' ya,|he didn't give me anything. Nothing.|- A name? A phone number?
No, nothing-|He didn't give me anything-
- Who the hell is that?|- Oh, just somebody trying|to get our attention.
Well, he's doing|a good job.
Two-zero-nine to anybody.|I need help.
- Who you calling?|I thought you worked alone.|- Just shut up a second.
- Stay exactly where you are.|- Hey-
Look what you did to my car-
Okay, gentlemen, we have a subject|entering the structure on the|northeast corner of Chambers and Light.
That's 105 Chambers Avenue.
- Run a check on all six tracers.|- All six tracers are operative.
- Call up geo-position.|- Yeah, I got it. No problem.|- Task keyhole their coordinates.
All right. LAT, 39 degrees, 14 minutes.|LONG, 74 degrees, 39 minutes.
- Hello.|- Carla, don't hang up on me.
- Robert, do you know what|I'm looking at right now?|- Carla, listen.
Photographs of you and Rachel|taken today. Is this true?
Carla-- Carla, how did|you get the pictures?
By messenger, Robert-|By messenger.
- What does it matter?|- Look, all right, um--
Some-- Something's going on.|I don't-- I don't know who it is.
Robert,|I went to the store today...
and my ATM and my credit cards|didn't work.
- I know. Mine either.|- I couldn't buy food.
- I gotta go.|- What do you mean you gotta go?
- Carla-- Carla, I gotta-- I gotta go.|- Robert, wait a minute.
Get on the fucking elevator.
Oh, really?
Got vertical movement here.
Elevator.|He's in an elevator.
- We're losing our tracking.|- Anybody got a visual?|- We need to move location|and get better signal.
- I'm on it.|- Are you guys there yet?|- Negative.
What the fuck is going on?
- Shh.|- Wait. They stopped.
Hold it.
- I don't know what your problem--|- Shh.
I'm getting high-frequency clutter.|We lost tracers one, two and six.
Their signals are completely dead.|Something is wrong here.
Get up.
- Tracers three, four and five|are on their way up.|- He's getting help, boys.|He's getting help.
We had an arrangement.|No contact. You broke the rules.
They got to be heading for the roof.|Air One, we need to establish|visual on the rooftop...
northeast corner,|Chambers and Light.
Copy that. Rooftop,|northeast corner, Chambers and Light.
Do you know how many federal agents|you had following you on that ferry?
- I-l don't--|- Who are you working for?|- What are you talking about? I'm not--
Is that about me? Am I a target here?|Do they know me?
-Who is "they"?|-Do they know me?|-I don't know what you're talking about-
You're either very smart|or incredibly stupid.
Get off. Come on.
- I got separating signals here.|- Tracer three is on its way down.|Four and five are still together.
Where did he go?
- How'd you find out about the ferry?|Who set that up for you?|- Rachel did. Who was that other guy?
- What did he say, exactly?|- He said he was Brill.
Did he say it or did you say it,|and he picked up on it? Come on. Think.
- Shit, I said it.|- God damn it. You see,|that's why I have rules.
- Is all this about Pintero?|- You think the mob|uses devices like this?
-Excuse me, sir.|Where are your elevators?|-Right over there.|-In your phone was a GPS sat-tracker.
- Pulse is at 24 gigahertz.|- I don't know what that means.
It's like a Lo Jack,|only two generations better|than what the police have.
- And what does that mean?|- Do you speak English?|- Obviously not that well.
You're kind of a jerk, aren't you?|It means the NSA can read the time|off your fucking wristwatch.
All right. Enough of this bullshit.|Right now, you either shoot me|or tell me what the fuck is going on-
- Jones, you take the stairs.|- Krug, hold the perimeter.|Come in on my signal.
The National Security Agency|conducts worldwide surveillance--
fax, phones,|satellite communication.
They're the only ones in the country,|including the military, who could|possibly have anything like this.
- Why are they after me?|- I don't know, and I don't wanna know.
Here they come. I thought these|sat dishes would scramble their signals.
Control, this is Air One.|Repeat coordinates.
105 Chambers Avenue.
You're transmitting.|They still have a signal on you.
Your collar, your belt, your zipper.|Get rid of your clothes.|All of them.
- And then what am I supposed to do?|- Nothing. You live another day,|I'll be very impressed.
- Two targets, rooftop, north side.|- Understood. Two targets, rooftop.|Maintain visual, please.
- You have something they want.|- Look, I don't have anything-
Maybe you do and you don't know it.|You stay away from Rachel|and you stay away from me.
You come near either one of us, I'm|gonna kill you. Get rid of your watch.
- My wife gave me this|for our anniversary.|- Then keep it. Stay off the phone.
- Wait a minute. Either he just|committed suicide here--|- Or he learned to fly.
- Air One, stay with him.|- Target's on the move.
Satellite imagery|coming through.
One metre res layering wireframe|coming your way. Over.
Okay, gentlemen,|we're back on-line.
Okay. Wireframe download complete.
All right. We have a tracer|in the stairwell on 20 travelling down.
Nineteen, eighteen...
Moving up-
He's out of the stairwell|on 17. Go to 17.
Oh, shit.
Shit. Mr Wu.
- Target is holding on 17.|Zoom three Mag.|- Zooming.
Mr Wu.
- Thank you very much.|- You're welcome.
Hi. I'm from hotel hospitality|and evaluation.
Oh, no, no. No tip. I'm fine.|Thank you. No tip.
- Hello.|- Hi.|- I just wanna make sure that you folks|have absolutely everything you need...
- to be completely comfortable.|- I got something here.
- We got him.|- Krug, Jones...
get your asses up here|to the 17th floor right now.
That's really important|to us here.
- Mr Dean? I'd like to talk to you|for a second, if I could.|- Oh, shit.
My clothes.
- Shit-|- Yeah.
Mr Dean?
Mr Dean, if you could just come|to the door for a second, sir,|we could work this all out.
I can't-- I got rabies or something.|I can't do it. I can't do it.
Let's go.
- Okay, that's our last tracer.|- Mr Dean-
Let's not let this get out of hand.|Let's not involve|the hotel guests in this.
Down, ma'am, sir.|Sit down. Please? Thank you. Thank you.
-Door-|-Everything's gonna be all right, folks.
Krug, balcony-
Air One and Control, we got him.|He's dropped to the 16th floor.
Air One, visual support. Check|perimeter, south side of the building.
Ten-four, Control.|We have visual.
- He jumped to 15. Go to 15.|- Go-
Grab his clothes.
Let's go, gentlemen.|Weapons away.
- Dean, open this door, God damn it-|- What are you doing? Come on-
Dean, come on now-|We just wanna talk- Open this door-
Open that door-
- D.C. Metro.|Our partner's trapped inside.|- Yeah. We gotta evacuate this building-
Control, Air One. We have|approaching emergency vehicles.
Team, the show's going public,|and they're coming in the front door.|Stand down. Maintain visual perimeter.
This is Air One.|We're outta here.
We have a friend, Chavez,|on the 15th floor. We got one man|trapped and possibly down.
Hey, there's a guy|trapped in there-
You're going to be okay, guy.|You're going to be all right.
- Okay, we are travelling.|Known destination?|- St. Elizabeth's.|- St. Elizabeth's Hospital.
- We need sat backup now.|- It's already done.
Hey. Take it easy, guy.|You're going to be all right.|Just calm down. Okay.
- Easy, fella.|- I'm sorry. I gotta go.|Stop the ambulance.
- Tell him to stop--|Tell him to stop it now-|- Pull over, George.|- Easy, fella.
- He's getting out- He's getting out-|- Son of a bitch-
He's escaped the ambulance and he's|on foot. But our guys are in pursuit.
- Task keyhole their coordinates.|- All right.|LAT 39 degrees, 27 minutes.
LONG, 74 degrees,|42 minutes.
- Move, guys.|- Go, go, go- Damn it-|Go around- Go around-
- You're on. Go.|- Tunnel Control, this is D.C. Metro.
In pursuit armed felon loose|in tunnel. Requesting video help.
Metro, this is Tunnel Control.|Yeah, we got a 20 on your suspect|heading south in tunnel six.
Copy that.
Yeah, we got him, we got him. He's right|in front of us. Uh, tunnel six.
- He's heading south down tunnel six.|- I got him. I got him.|- He's got nowhere to go.
He crossed over.|He's on the wrong side.
Stop- Stop-
We lost him. We lost him.|Son of a bitch- Pull over.
- He's currently entering|vertical stairwell five.|- Where does that lead?
Five leads to main access|to sub-ventilation tunnel.
- Request closest vehicular access.|- Adjacent utility entrance, south side.|- Copy that.
Boys, he's in the ventilation tunnel.|Proceed to the adjacent utility|entrance on the south side.
- There is no visual coverage.|- They got him- They got him-|He's in a ventilation tunnel-
To the service entrance|at the south end- Come on- Let's go-
Come on- Go-
- Normally, I wouldn't do this.|- Do you guys have him?|Talk to me, people.
- Shit-|- Shit-
I don't understand|why this is so difficult.
He shed the sensors. He's clever.|And he's had help.
- Maybe it's the real Brill.|- There's 23 Brills|in the Baltimore/D.C. area.
None of them check out. We're running it|through the EPIC computer now.
- Do you think we're being set up?|- What, somebody in the agency?
I don't know.
It just tastes|a little off, doesn't it?
- I know what you mean.|- Let's raise the stakes.
Make things a bit more serious for Mr|Dean. We'll both think about how, okay?
Okay. Good.
- Anything wrong?|- No.
You know, you should have made deputy|director two years ago, maybe three.
But it'll happen now. Once this bill|passes, that'll be it for you.
Thanks, Maria.
Porsche, what are you|barking at, boy?
- Porsche?|- Shh. Shh. Shh.
- Hey, it's me. It's me.|- I know it's you.|You scared the shit out of me.
The house is bugged. Electronically.|Everything you say in there,|they can hear and maybe even see.
Listen to me.|Listen, listen.
I never-- I sw-- I swear to God.|I never-- Th-This is the truth.
I never-- Ever since the problem,|I've never touched Rachel like that.
I never-- I never even looked at her|like that, honey. I love you.
I love you, and that is it.|That is it. Only you.
- What about Eric?|- And Eric.
And I love your family.|Except for your dad.
I need you. I need you real bad.|I need you, okay?
I told you, Bobby.
I told you they had|this type of capability.
And that goddam privacy bill|is just another way for them|to expand the power.
- Shh.|- Don't you "shh" me.
You were right. I was wrong.|But this is not the time|for the "l told you so" speech.
That day when Daniel Zavitz got hit|by the fire truck, he was running.|H-He was scared.
The same people-- I know it now--|the people that were chasing him,|that's the people that are chasing me.
- Bobby, are you serious?|- I need you to go to Philadelphia.|Stay there with your family.
- Ju-Just give me time to work this out.|I'll get in touch with you.|- Oh, no. I don't think so.
They're not chasing me|out of my house. Uh-uh, Bobby.
They're not chasing me--|I picked those drapes-
Shh, shh.|Nobody cares about the drapes.
Just one time can I make|some decisions around here? Please?
Just go to Philadelphia.|I need you to do that for me, okay?
- Okay.|- I miss you.
Oh, God.
Oh, I miss you so much.
- You can't wear that.|That's a Christmas present.|- I know. I'm sorry.
- But, baby, I missed you. I was lonely.|- How you just gonna go through|my stuff like that?
Baby, until I actually give it to you,|that's still mine.
Yeah, but it looks better on me,|don't you think?
Baby, you're|as bad as Eric.
I missed you so much.
- What?|- Oh, shit. That was the night.
That was the night|that I came home with the presents.
- Where is Eric?|- He's at Dylan's house.
He's probably on the way to school.|What? What's going on?
- What are you doing with that?|- Shh. Here, baby. Shh, shh.|- No, no. No. I don't want it.|I don't want it.
- Take it. Take it.|- What do you want me to do with this?|- Get me some money. I need some|clothes. Put it away.
- Okay. Okay.|- Tell Maria we need her car. Chances|are they wouldn't have bugged it.
Oh, shit. Eric.
Base, this is unit one.|The nanny is leaving. Please advise.
Stay put. We have satellite tracking|and Bingham at the school.
Aw, man, let me follow|the nanny.
She doesn't shave|her legs. Jesus-
Women like that|are so hot.
- Is there anybody following us?|- No. No, Mr Bobby.
All right.|Drive a little faster. I wanna|catch 'em before they get to school.
- There they are.|- Pull up to them and tell them|to get into the car.
Eric, Dylan,|get in the car, please.
- No, we're okay.|- Get in the car right now.
But school's right down the block.
You heard me.|Now, get in.
Come on-|Come on. Throw it-
- What's up, fellas?|- Dad?
No, no. Turn around.|Sit down. Face forward.
- But, Dad--|- What did I say, Eric?
You guys both pick a spot|on those seats. We're gonna play a game.|You pick a spot and look right at it.
You can't let anyone know|I'm back here, okay?
How you been, E.?|I missed you, man.
I missed you, too, Dad.|Where did you go?
Oh, they've been keeping me really busy|on this case. They're trying to work me|to death out there.
- Are you and Mom getting a divorce?|- Face forward.
What are you talking about?|No, we're not getting a divorce.
I mean, so we, we had a little fight.|Sometimes married couples have fights.
- That's nothing|for you to worry about.|- Who won the fight?
This is your dad, Eric. You know|when I put my foot down, that's it.
- My mom won.|- Look, l-l have a question|I need to ask you...
and it is absolutely imperative|that you tell me the truth.
Now, no matter what you say,|I swear to you, you are not|going to get in trouble.
- All right? You ready?|- Yeah.
You remember that night I came home|with those Christmas presents,|and you asked me, could--
I just looked in the bag, Dad.|I wouldn't have taken it,|except it was already open.
All right, so we're clear.|But I need it. And I promise|I'll get you another one, Eric.
- Dad.|- What's the matter?|- It's broken.
It's not Eric's fault, Mr Dean.|It was always broken.
The screen just scrambles|when you turn it on.
- All right, but I need it, guys.|Do you have it here?|- Yeah, we have it.
Eric, just pass it|around the side to me.
Yes. Hello. Hi.|My name is Leon Newman.
I'm sorry.|What's your name, ma'am?
Sergeant Miller. Yes, we live|at 454 Beaumont Terrace.
Actually, my mother lives there.|I'm calling for her.
There's been a-a van sitting|outside all day, and...
I'm not trying to get anyone|in trouble or anything like that...
but, uh, I think they might be|doing drugs or-or something in there.
I was hoping you|could send a car by.
Thirty-one Allison,|all available units.
Check out a white van at 454 Beaumont|for a possible 1031 narcotics violation.
- Oh, eat me. That's us.|- Yep.
Oh, shit.
Open the door. Open the door-
- I thought I told you|to stay the fuck away from me.|- Please, not now. Just drive.
- All right, what happened?|- Rachel's dead.
I told you not|to contact her. I told you.
Get out of the car.
- I think I found what they're|looking for. My son had it.|- Get out of the fucking car.
Give me the toy.
- You know why they killed her?|- Trying to make it look like it was me.
They-- They had my stuff planted|all over her house.
First, if you're a murder suspect,|you're gonna be easier to find...
and second, to discredit you,|in case you ever go public against them.
The NSA set you up.|It had nothing to do with Rachel.
Absolutely nothing.
- What do we got?|- We got nothing.
All right. Pull up everything|we have on tape so far--
the square,|the house surveillance.
Van, give me the sat imagery|of the hotel roof.
Okay, here. These are the parametrics|for the space vehicle|during data acquisition.
Can we take a look at this guy|who's helping him? Who is he?
Can you get a feature extraction|and pattern matching on him?
Mm-mmm.|He never looks up.
- He's smart.|- Why does he have to look up?
The satellite's about|155 miles above the earth.|It can only look straight down.
- That's kind of limited, isn't it?|- Well, maybe you can design a new one.
Oh, maybe I will, idiot.
Stay put. I need some food.|I need to eat.
Rockin' around the Christmas tree
Let the Christmas spirit ring
Later we'll have some pumpkin pie
And we'll do some carolling
You will get a sentiment--
- Hello.|- Yeah, it's me.|- Oh, it's you, asshole.
- What are you calling me for?|- Shut up and listen.
Go to the house. Go.|Do not call Carla.
Rachel Banks is dead. The papers will|make it sound like I killed her.
Tell her that I didn't do it.
Make sure she goes. Get her|out of there. Tell 'em I love 'em.
The call is coming from 840 McClean,|Baltimore, between Hood and St. Anne's.
Copy that. Yes-
What's up, man? We're gonna have|to look at your surveillance tapes|for the last 20 minutes.
- Hey, Larry-|- The surveillance footage|is coming in right now from Pratt.
Freeze it and process it|for face recognition.
Pratt, do we see|which way the car went?
No, sir. This kid here at the register|thinks that it might have went south.
Unfortunately, the shot's too tight.|I got make, uh, model and colour,|but the plates are phony.
- Order satellite coverage|on this sector.|- It's already done.
- You planning a quick getaway?|- Yeah, ever since I met you.
Hate to see the chicken|that lives in this coop.
This is where I work.|Might seem strange to you, but this|has been my office for 15 years.
It's completely secure. Copper wire mesh|keeps the radio signals out.
This is the satellite imagery|of the convenience store 20 minutes ago.
- They're in an EI Camino.|- Eighty-six.
- There it is.|- John, give us LAT 30, 64 minutes,|LONG 72, 29 minutes.
- That's affirmative.|- There they are.
It's coming in from top left.
Let's go in there and get them.
I call it the jar.|No phone or utility lines coming in.
Self-contained.|Unplugged from the world.
Nothing for a wire bug|to piggyback in on.
That leaves only transmitters. It's|easy enough to signal-sweep for those.
Signal-sweeping for transmitters.|You're just a party animal.
See, the government's been in bed|with the entire telecommunications|industry since the '40s.
They've infected everything. They|can get into your bank statements...
your computer files, your e-mail,|listen to your phone calls.
- My wife's been saying that for years.|- Every wire, every airwave.
The more technology you use, the easier|it is for them to keep tabs on you.
It's a brave new world out there.|At least it better be.
There it goes.|It's some kind of simple encryption.
Oh, conspiracy theorists|of the world, unite.
It's more than a theory with me.|I'm a former conspirer.
Yeah, I used to work for the NSA.|I was a communication analyst.
Listen to international calls,|calls from foreign nationalists.
That GPS tracking device we found|in your cellular telephone?
I designed one of the first models|in that series.
Fort Meade has 18 acres|of mainframe computers underground.
You're talking to your wife|on the phone and you use the word|"bomb," "president," "Allah"...
any of a hundred key words,|the computer recognizes it...
automatically records it,|red-flags it for analysis.
That was 20 years ago.
You know the Hubble Telescope|that looks up at the stars?
They've got over a hundred spy|satellites looking down at us.|That's classified.
In the old days, we actually had|to tap a wire into your phone line.
Now calls bouncing off satellites,|they snatch 'em right out of the air.
What's this?
- That's Phil Hamersly.|- Jesus Christ.
Who's this guy? I'm gonna check|the executive NSA files.
Let's run a photo ID on him.
Reynolds, Thomas Brian.|Born 9-11-40.
Attended Episcopal School, D.C.|B.A., Harvard, PhD, Princeton.
On loan from the State Department|since '95.
This guy's not a professional.|He's a politician.
Aw, shit- Take that.
- When was the last time|you contacted somebody you knew?|- When we stopped for food.
- Didn't I tell you|not to use the telephone?|- I called from a pay phone.
- What did I tell you?|- You told me no calls.
I told you no calls.
- Get the cat. Get the cat.|- Hey, man--
- What's the cat's name?|- Babe.
Come here, baby. Come here, baby.|Baby, come, come. Come here-
God damn it.
All right, baby,|what do we got?
What the--
- Subjects exiting.|- Williams, get the hell out of there.
This bitch is gonna blow-|Go, go, go- Move-
Come on- Go-
Move- Move- Move-
Move- Move-
- What the hell is happening?|- I blew up the building.
- Why?|- Because you made a phone call-
- Tell him to pull over-|- Pull the vehicle over now-
Pull over now-
Pump action-
Gosh damn-
Fuel line must be broken.
- Get it out- Get it out- Goddam-|- Stop the car-
- Where's the disk?|- Shit-
No- Shit-|Look, is there any way to save it?
- Ah, that's ruined.|- What do we do?
- I'm leaving.|- Subjects heading west|across the coal fields.
- What do you mean you're leaving?|- The disk is gone.|We got nothing. It's over.
We have control.|Put down your weapons.
You think I wanted that disk?|You think I wanted that idiot|to put that goddam thing in my--
Who gives a fuck what you wanted?|Since you've shown up, Rachel's dead|and the NSA's onto me.
Onto you? What do you mean onto you?|Onto you about what, Brill?
You're not the target.|I am.
This time we got him. We got him.|He's right in front of us.
Come on, come on.
We got him.|He's got nowhere to go. We got him.
Air One to ground,|they're somewhere between the trains.
Get the fuck away from me.
- Damn it-|- We're coming back around.
- You're blowing my whole life.|- What life?
You live in a fucking jar|so the world can't touch you.
And Rachel-- You didn't give a shit|about Rachel- Just some package|under seat number 32 to you.
- Come on-|- Do you have a problem?|- Do it- Go on- Do it-
I'm all you've got-|And you're all I've got.
Got 'em.|Heading west towards the freeway.
- Get out of the fucking car- Get out-|- All right.
- Come on. Get out. Move.|- Don't do this to me. Come on.
- Tell your story walking.|- Hey, wait a minute. Don't--|Oh, for God's sakes--
-Thanks for your help back at the train.|-Wait a minute.
Oh, for Jesus--
Air One to ground,|I think we lost them.
They're somewhere beneath the overpass.
Well, you certainly carjacked|a really nice car.
This is a piece of shit.|What are you talking about?
- I need sugar, you know.|I'm-l'm getting cranky.|- Getting?
I'm hypoglycaemic. Uh, my body|can't metabolize the sugar, so--
So you're a real, you know,|pain in the ass when you don't eat.
Yeah. Right.
- We should eat then.|- Let's do that.
His real name is Edward Lyle.|Graduated from Drexel University.|Enlisted in the army, 1953.
Rapid promotion, excelled|at intelligence and communications.|Joined NSA in '65.
- Of course.|- Yeah. He was in the agency till 1980,|when he vanished and went underground.
- Hasn't been seen since.|- That's a long time.
Lots of black bags,|lots of deleteds.
He's familiar|with explosives, obviously.
His last assignment, he went into lran,|late '78, after the Shah.
- This is our problem.|- This man.
So, we were helping|the secret police supply weapons...
to the Afghani rebels|fighting the Soviets.
My partner and I were|on the eastern border monitoring|Soviet military transmissions.
It was kind of fun, actually.|I liked the lranians.
But back in Tehran,|the hard-liners seized the embassy...
and overnight,|the whole country changed.
People we'd been working with,|they turned on us. I got out.
My partner didn't.
By the time I got home,|the whole mission had become|a press disaster waiting to happen.
Aiding and abetting|the new enemy.
The agency conveniently|forgot I existed.
I don't blame them.|It's what they had to do.
I loved the agency.
I loved the work.|I loved the people.
It was my whole life.
Your partner|was Rachel's father.
Yeah. The idea was--
The idea always was that if one|of us got out, he'd take care|of the other's family.
Rachel was all he had, so she became|my promise to him.
- Here you go, hon.|- Thank you.
Maybe we can still keep|that promise in a way.
You're a threat now,|just like I was.
Threat to whom? To them?
To your family, to your friends,|everyone you know, everyone you meet.
That's why I went away and didn't|come back. You gotta go away, Robert.
No, I don't think so.|This is my life.
I worked hard for it,|and I want it back.
I grew up without a father. I know what|that is. And I will not allow my family|to go through that.
Mommy, I don't wanna|go home.
Wanna take a poke at me? Come on.
I don't hit senior citizens.
Oh, come here, Babe. Come on. Hey.
Come up here. Come on.
You know, in guerilla warfare, you try|to use your weaknesses as strengths.
- Such as?|- Well...
if they're big and you're small,|then you're mobile and they're slow.
You're hidden|and they're exposed.
You only fight battles you know you can|win. That's the way the Vietcong did it.
You capture the weapons and you use them|against them the next time.
That way they're supplying you.|You grow stronger as they grow weaker.
- Hey, try these.|- Can I have something else, please?
- Yeah. Here.|- N-Never mind.
- That's my best aloha shirt.|- Well, say "aloha" to it.
- Steve, how you doing?|- Howdy.|- Need some gear.|- Help yourself.
- Say hi to Bill.|- Hi, Bill.|- How you doing, Bill?
Steve, where's the two gigahertz|video transmitters?
Right behind you,|second shelf.
Steve? I thought you said|his name was Bill.
No. You're Bill.
- If I'm Bill, you're going to have|to let me know I'm Bill.|- I just did.
The, uh, president has not|committed himself...
but he does recognize|that we do need something in this area.
And I think he will come to see|that this bill will, in the end...
provide the kind|of security that this--
- What security?|- The kind of security he's gonna need.
Ah, here we go. Modified cell phone|interfaced with laptop computer.
- Creates an enormously powerful tool.|- What is that?
This is Congressman Albert's|home address and his cellular ESN.
Now, we reprogramme our phone...
with Congressman Albert's ESN,|and you know what we got?
Hi, sweetie. We just landed.|So, how are the kids?
- Melissa has a fever.|- She okay?|- She's fine.
- When will you have|some time to talk?|- Uh, about 30, 40 minutes.
- I'll be in suite 59, Lincoln Hotel.|I'll call you when you get in.|- You're a dangerous man.
Oh, shit.
Aw, shit.
- Say something.|- Excuse me?
- Louder.|- What are you talking about?|- That's good.
- Won't they look in there?|- That's the idea.
Great plan.
I've been a law-abiding citizen|my whole life. One day with you...
I'm sh-shooting... and breaking--
I have to go to the bathroom.
- Rest well.|- Thanks. Bye.
Good work, guys.
We got him.
Yeah, go for it,|Mr Congressman.
- I think you're too young|to watch this part here.|- Yeah, so is she.
Yeah, hello. Could you send somebody|up to my room, please?
Yes, this is Christa,|the congressman's aide.
- Might be able to piggyback it|on top of this.|- How the hell am I supposed|to know what it is?
I'm just a congressman,|for Christ's sake.
Security expert tells me it's like|a-a PX-73 burst transmitter,|whatever the hell that is...
except it's-it's|much, much more sophisticated.
Of course I'm going to send it down,|but that's-- That's not the--
Because I want to know|who in the hell put it there, Jim.
- Hi there. Hey.|- Hola. Si?
- The category, Barbara.|- You know, this is very irritating.|Get one channel and stay with it.
- Stop jumping--|- We're on TV-
- I told you to stop jumping around.|- We're on TV-
Okay, these are the ones|they wanted us to find.
They're all ours.|We made 'em.
Thomas, could|I see you a second?
Look, there's $140,000 here.|I have no idea where it came from.
- What are you talking about?|An extra 140?|- Yeah.
Look, it's right here.
Two separate $70,000 deposits|on the same day.
Yes, I see the deposits,|thank you.
- What I'm saying is|I have no idea where they came from.|- Tom.
I'm sorry. That was Shaffer. He wants|to see all department heads at 0800.
You're going in on Sunday.
- That's just great.|- Emily.
This is your separate account.|I have no idea--
By the way, who is Christa?
"Eternally yours"?
I want the entire history|of this device, from birth to abortion,
on my desk in two hours.
I want the name|of the tech who made it.
I want to know|who authorized its use...
who checked it out|from inventory...
and for what purpose.
Most important,|how on God's green earth...
it got into Congressman Albert's|hotel room.
Listen, people, everyone here knows|where this is going.
Now, if this was a legit op--
If this was a legit op...
and I can't possibly see|how it could be, then so be it.
But if this was somebody's|unilateral wet dream...
then that somebody|is going to prison.
It's him.
- Yes?|- Thomas Reynolds?
- Who is this?|- I have that environmental study|you've been looking for.
- Can we discuss this in person?|- Be at the corner|of lowa and Third at 3:00.
I'll be there at 4:00.
We have to get a confession out of|this guy, we have to...
get it on tape, and we have|to get it fast, okay?
Oh, you shouldn't have. This thing|must've cost 12, 13 bucks easy.
Now, they expect me|to be wired, all right?
So what they'll do|is they'll sweep me.
But once they're done,|I'm gonna give you the signal...
- and, uh, you turn the mike on.|- What's the signal?
Signal is putting, uh, gum in my mouth.
So after the signal, you turn|the mike on. T-Turn it on now.
- Let's try it.|- Okay, off. Off.
Good. Now, to be safe,|they'll also try...
to scan all the frequencies|to try to track you down.
Now, if these guys are good,|and they're probably very good,|in a location like this...
they'll have you|in five, six minutes.
So let's say in four minutes time,|after you turn that tape on...
regardless of what's happening,|you get out that door.
- Now, you got that?|- No.
Record. On-off.
All right,|let the games begin.
Hey there.
Edward Lyle. Policeman.
- Very clever.|- Why don't you call your friends over.
Step towards the fence for me.|This won't take a second.
He's clear, sir.
So, do you have the tape?
- Yes, I have.|- Here?
- No.|- Then what is there to talk about?
- Money.|- Money?|- I was wondering why|I hadn't seen it on CNN.
Have you looked at the tape?
- What's on it?|- Your ugly-ass face is on it.
It shows the death|of Congressman Hamersly.
The needle behind the ear.
- Three faces, readily identifiable.|- How much you want for it?
- 1.8 million dollars.|- What?
And my file cleared.|I want my life back.
My 1980 salary with cost-of-living|increases for the past 18 years.
- Plus interest.|- Oh, shit.|- Plus the retirement package|for executive level E-16.
Comes to 1.85.|I rounded it down.
And for this,|I get the tape and, uh, Mr Dean.
- Actually, it's Dean that has the tape.|- Aw, shit.
- So what does he want?|- He wants to know|why you killed the girl.
- What girl you talking about?|- I tried to explain it to him,|but I couldn't figure it out myself.
You're getting self-righteous on me?|Because I've seen your file.
- Not exactly a beacon of light.|- Yeah, I agree.
It's just that--|You kill Hamersly, okay.
I wouldn't have,|but I understand the argument.
But why the girl?|Just to get to some schmuck|who barely knows you're after him?
- Schmuck?|- We never had to deal with domestic.|With us, it was always war.
You won the war. Now we're fighting|the peace. It's a lot more volatile.
Does he take this long|doing everything?
Now we've got ten million crackpots|out there with sniper scopes,|sarin gas and C-4.
Ten-year-olds go on the Net, downloading|encryption we can barely break,|not to mention...
- Aw, shit.|- instructions on how to make|a low-yield nuclear device.
Privacy's been dead for 30 years|because we can't risk it.
The only privacy that's left|is the inside of your head,|and maybe that's enough.
- Come on. Get him to say something.|- We've located subject.|Keep him talking.
You think we're the enemy of democracy,|you and l? I think|we're democracy's last hope.
- There's always going to be power.|- You shouldn't be there, Robert,|but if you are, get out.
They're onto us.|Get out and follow procedure.
Get out now, Robert.|Get out-
- You gonna shoot a policeman|on the street? You wouldn't get a block.|- Get in.
- Yeah?|- Tom?|- Emily, what is it?
- Tom, our Visa card's been cancelled.|I tried to use--|- Did you try the American Express?
-Yeah, I tried that, too, and it's not--|-Look, l-l-l can't deal with this|right now.
- I'll call you back.|- Tom, listen, l-- No, Tom--
Credit cards not working, huh?|Yeah, that can be a real|pain in the ass, can't it?
Come in.
- Asshole.|- Great plan.
Tell him|to give me the tape.
- What guarantees do we have if--|- None.
Does everybody here know that you|killed Phil Hamersly and Rachel Banks?
This guy is going down, and he's going|to take all of you with him.
Trust me on this. Aah- Goddam-|Oh, you son of a bitch- You--
- Rachel Banks is not the issue.|- Oh, you bastard-|- Hamersly is the issue. He was killed|for a purpose. Now, where's the tape?
Oh-- Oh, shit.
Where's the tape?
- Tom-|- All right. All right.
- I'll-l'll give it to you.|- Thank you.
What are you doing, you moron?|That's our only leverage-
- For Christ's sake.|- I'm the moron? Me?|No, you're the moron-
- Where is it?|- Washington and Fourth.|- Washington and Fourth.
- That's my blender.|- So?
Fourth and Washington.
- Where is it?|- The restaurant.
11169 Fourth Street.|Stand by to enter.
Wait a second.
See if you can get|the plate on that van.
- You go in with Pratt and bring it out.|- I don't think so.
- Oh, you don't think so?|- If I go in there|and I bring that tape out...
I'm a dead man.
We go together, you and me. And you|view the tape, you sign off on it.
They let Brill go, and you take the tape|home. Everyone has a Merry Christmas.
What assurances do I have|that you haven't copied that tape?
You think I want copies? That tape has|been the bane of my existence.
I wish the one that we have|was at the bottom of the Chesapeake.
I wanna go home.
- Give me a piece.|- Yes, sir.
All right, you and me.
And Pratt and Bingham.
Fiedler, get one of those|little cameras on Bingham.
Guess what.|It's a government vehicle. Shit-
I'm going in cold. If I need you,|Hicks will call it.
- You guys got some food|or something in here?|- Oh, behind you.
You're either incredibly smart|or incredibly stupid.
We'll see in a minute.|Watch out for the FBl.
- I'll be back to get my blender.|- Yeah, I'll have it gift-wrapped.
It's your show.
- Isn't that the guy that was here|last time? That labour lawyer?|- You're right.
- No, no. Thank you.|- You guys like the food?
- Yeah. It's good food.|- It's good food, huh? I made it.
- Yeah, yeah.|- Yeah, yeah, sure you made it.
- Come on. Eat your food.|- I'm eating.
- Boss.|- Huh?|- Black guy's back with a couple creeps.|- Yeah, sh-show him in.
Hey, how you doing?
What's this, the FBl?
No, sir, Mr Pintero. This is|the gentleman you wanted to meet.
- Oh, that's him?|- Yep, that's him.
- So you made the tape?|- What?
Did you make the videotape?
Look, look. He wants it back.
Really? I don't give a shit|what he wants.
Could we have|some privacy, please?
Yeah, maybe we should.
- Maria, get the kids out of here.|- Come on, boys.
Get 'em out of here.|Go on.
Maria, come on- Get 'em out-|Come on- Uncle Paulie will take you|to the zoo later.
- Ooh, ooh, Hicks.|- What the hell's the matter with him?
No, no, no, no. Not on the equipment.|We gotta get him-- Okay.
Check this out.|Come here.
Tony, they just pulled|a guy out of the van.
He's puking and bleeding|all over himself.
Shit. It's a city cop.
Hey, Babe. Come on. Come on.
- Oh, yeah. Okay.|- Now, he's your friend.|You persuade him to give us the tape.
Hey, look. Number one,|he's not my friend.
- And number two, it's not his tape.|- Whose is it?
It's mine, okay?|It's mine. I bought it.
You sold it to him?
Now, you listen to me.
Who are you? What the fuck|you trying to do to me?
- Oh, this looks bad.|- I'm with the federal government.|- Oh, the federal government|made a videotape?
- You guys oughta get in there.|- Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Listen.
Now, we can go get a warrant|and come back with the FBl,|take anything we want...
arrest anybody that we want--|just give the man the videotape.
Hey, only one gonna get arrested here|is you, for felonious cocksucking...
with an attempt to swallow|the evidence, so shut your mouth.
And you, get the fuck|out of here.
Go get your warrant.|And until then, get out of my joint.
Come on. You gotta get in there-|God, there are gonna be|dead bodies all over the--
- Shut up-|- Get in there- Get in there- Come on.
- Shit, forget it. Come on.|Let's go. Let's go.|- Okay.
This is it-, This is it- Krug,|take the rear. Jamie, you're with us.
Jones, you're on the side entrance.
- So what are we waiting for?|Come on. Let's go-|- No. Tony says we wait|until they show up. We wait.
- Put the guns away.|- You put your guns away.
Put it away.|Put it away.
Put it away.|Put it away.
All right,|I'm putting it away.
- Now, what will it take|for us to get that videotape?|- The end of the world.
Let's go. We're leaving.
- Put the guns down now.|- Everybody, drop your weapons-|- No-
Go- Go- Go-|Out of the way- Out of the way-
- Get your hands up.|- You get your hands up-|Drop the gun-
- On your knees.|- Easy-Easy-Easy with this guy.|He's not one of them.
Easy, easy. Get up. Get up.|Get up. Come on.
- All right. Let's get|this place cleaned up.|- Not too stupid after all.
Let's go.|Let's move it. Come on.
Right there.|Somebody get the paramedics.
We need some paramedics in here.|We have 13 bodies in here. Let's go.
All right, listen up.|Get some IDs on these guys.|Let's get these guns out of here.
This guy is going down.|He's going to take all of you with him.
- Goddam-|- Rachel Banks is not the issue.
Hamersly is the issue. He was killed|for a purpose. Now, where's the tape?
- Why did you record it?|- Okay, uh...
first of all, we were there for|technical support. And, uh,|we had no idea--
- Do they know that Reynolds is dead?|- Yeah.|- They know all that?
- Right, but they're still stalling.|- They're still stalling.
- A tape.|- A tape of it.
- What did you think was going on?|- Oh, I thought it was an STO.
- STO?|- Standard Training Op.
Congressman- Rhonda Overby, CNN.|Does this mean the privacy bill|is dead, Congressman?
Uh, in its current form, yes,|but the issue is still|very much alive, I can assure you...
unless, of course, no one worries|about national security any more.
We knew that we had|to monitor our enemies.
We also have come|to realize that we need...
to monitor the people|who are monitoring them.
Well, who's going to monitor|the monitors of the monitors?
I wouldn't mind doing|a little, uh, monitoring myself.
Mmm. Yeah, and you got lots|and lots of monitoring to do.
Are you guys talking|about sex?
- Boy--|- Oh, no. It's time for dinner.
Get in there and eat your dinner.|No more hanging with Dylan.
Brill, you are one sick man.
Yeah, me too.
Ooh, you're gonna need|to get a tan on those things.
Congressman Sam Albert, how do we|draw the line-- draw the line...
between protection|of national security...
obviously the government's need|to obtain intelligence data...
and the protection of civil liberties,|particularly the sanctity of my home?
You've got no right|to come into my home.
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