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♪ One... take control of me? ♪

♪ You're messin' with
the enemy ♪

♪ Said it's two,
it's another trick ♪

♪ Messin' with my mind,
I wake up ♪

♪ Chase down an empty street ♪

♪ Blindly snap
the broken beats ♪

♪ Said it's gone
with the dirty trick... ♪

Only when you are already late.

♪ I tell you I want you ♪

♪ I tell you I need you ♪

♪ Friends, take control of me ♪

♪ Stalking cross
the gallery... ♪

(remote beeps,
explosion thunders)

That was just to show you
that I could.

Hey, put that down!

I'm a speed dial away
from collapsing this bridge.

Hey... what's it going to take
for that not to happen?

♪ I tell you I want you ♪

♪ I tell you I need you ♪

♪ I tell you I want you... ♪

Hey.

So what's up?
He asked for me?

You and Charlie.

No coincidence I was driving
across that bridge today.

CHARLIE: Hey, Don.
What's going on?

I don't know, you got me.

But we're going to find out.

(phone ringing)

This is Agent Don Eppes.

What was your junior year
batting average?

What was my junior
year batting average?

.293.

That would be your brother.

I'd really like to meet him.

All right, well,
we can work that out.

Why don't you just come on in?

Professor Eppes is out here
in seven minutes...

or the next bomb goes off.

What?

What do we got?

We have C4
with cell phone detonators --

I saw the same setup
in Tel Aviv.

His placement indicates a solid
understanding of structural mechanics.

- See those metal ribs?
- Uh-huh.

They support the arch --

if he takes out enough of them,
the arch is going to collapse,

and it's gonna bring the entire
bridge down with it.

DAVID: And our jammer
doesn't have the range,

but if we knew
what service he was on,

we'd be able to shut down
a whole grid of towers.

COLBY: And the only
way to figure that out

would be to get a closer look
at the cell phones on the bombs.

David, you want to take
a little climb?

Yeah, bridge didn't kill me
once today --

might as well give it
another shot.

DON: Careful there, huh?

So... you know I'm always happy
to help you, right?

What, a face-to-face with
this guy cross the line?

Frankly, yeah.

(treads clattering)

K Level thinking... good.

You might keep up.

Just try to find
out what he wants.

Ask him why he asked
for you and me.

Sorry, sir,
you have us at a loss.

Have I met you before?

No.

But I'm an ardent admirer
of your work --

the Eppes Convergence.

"The more you read and learn,

the less your adversary
will know."

- I'm sorry?
- Ah, that's...

that's The Art of War.
That's Sun Tzu.

Very good.

Each time you answer a question
correctly,

I'll throw away a phone.

Each time you're wrong,
I'll detonate a bomb.

How many questions do you
suppose you can afford to get wrong?

Uh, before the bridge collapses?

Six.

They will get harder.

(coughs)

In 1972,

when the Merkle-Hellman

knapsack algorithm
was published --

1978.

Francis Bacon posited

four obstructions
to the scientific method.

The Idols of the Mind:

The cave...

The theatre...

The tribe...

The... um...

(speed-dial beeping)

...the marketplace, damn it!

You didn't give me enough time!

I'm not just testing your mind,

I'm testing your heart.

I'm going to give over
my life's work to you people.

What work? What are we
talking about here?

When the inventor
of the chessboard

sold his creation to a king,

he asked for a single grain
of wheat for the first square,

two for the second,
four for the third,

doubling the amount each time --

How many grains of wheat
was the inventor asking for?

It's the wheat and
chessboard problem --

It's two to the 64th, minus one.

It's...
too easy a question.

He's on VeraCell.

TECH: I need every
VeraCell tower on a grid

within five miles of the Sixth
Street bridge shut down now.

I would give you more time,
if I had it, Professor.

(coughing)
Everyone deserves more time.

CHARLIE:
All right, I mean...

I can't be totally sure
about this.

Well, it's all we got -- do it.

18 quintillion...

446 quadrillion...

744 trillion...

73 billion...

799 million...

551,000...

six hundred and fifteen.

No.

That's not right.

Yes, it is.

Aw, come on.

Why don't you tell me
what the answer is.

I've given you everything
you need.

(speed-dial beeps,
then alarm beeps)

VeraCell cell grid is down.

Towers are down.

Come on, let's go!

DON:
Get down on your knees!

It's over!
Get down on your knees!

Get down!

If you find the Janus List,
trust it!

Stop!

Hey.

What do you got
there, a smoothie?

- Pepto Bismol.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, buddy, come on, you got
to give yourself a break.

Look, you did the best
you could, all right?

I was right about the wheat
and chessboard problem.

Your bomber's got
third-degree burns,

shotgun wounds to
the lungs, stomach --

ICU says it's a matter
of when, not if.

When'd you get back?

Just this morning.
Nice to see you.

You know about Larry,
that he's...?

In a monastery.

I got a note underneath my door
in really nice calligraphy.

How'd your assignment go?

Or maybe I'm not
supposed to know.

The prints I.D.'d your guy
as Taylor Ashby.

He has dual citizenship
between us and the Brits,

and he worked for a
company called Blackrain.

It's like a Halliburton of
international intelligence.

Like, what kind of stuff?

Our CIA asked their director

for a first look
at whatever they find.

You know, he said a lot of
cryptic things about his life's work.

He was testing us --
K level thinking.

MEGAN:
He's a narcissist.

Goes along with
a sociopathic personality.

Guy organized this whole thing as
just like an elaborate suicide note.

DON: Yeah, but I mean, this
isn't some freak with a grenade.

This guy went to a lot of
trouble, makes no demands.

He did make one demand.

To talk with us.

(British accent) There are over a
thousand foreign operatives on your soil.

Since 9/11, with your resources
diverted to fighting terrorism,

much of the monitoring
has been outsourced.

I don't know whether spy craft attracts
disturbed personalities or makes us.

Ashby was a spy?

Well, that's stretching things.

In his heyday, he was
a fairly skilled cryptographer.

I hired him after MI-6
made him redundant.

British Intelligence fired him?

Cryptography has become
the province

of 25-year-old
mathematics prodigies.

Poor old Ashby couldn't
make the transition

from invisible ink
and microfilm.

Then what'd he do for you?

Data analysis.

Tell the truth, though, I, uh...

I think I hired him
because I felt sorry for him.

30 years serving his country,

he deserved better than a
cold water flat in the East End.

He screamed something
about a Janus List.

(groans)

It's an old spy fiction.

A master list of double agents
and traitors.

Janus, the two-faced Roman god.

But how do you know
it's a fiction?

You know what they give you
when you get killed in our line of duty?

An anonymous star
on a blank wall.

Taylor Ashby was
an old, lonely man.

My guess is that what
he couldn't achieve in life,

he could pretend
to have in death.

ASHBY: Each time you answer a
question correctly,

I'll throw away a phone.

Each time you're wrong,
I'll detonate a bomb.

You're not supposed to be
looking at that.

You're not supposed to
leave it lying around.

Oxford.

First class honors
in English Lit,

dissertation on Shakespeare.

No, he chose us for a...

he chose me for a reason.

You know, nothing he did
seemed rash

or... or unpremeditated.

Francis Bacon posited four...

You know, a lot of people think

that Francis Bacon was
the real Shakespeare.

That he hid codes
in the prose of his plays

that reveal him to be
the true author of the works.

Supposedly, there was
even an inscription

on a bust of Shakespeare that
used a code of letter-shapes.

Right, the Bacon Ci...

the Bacon Cipher.

In their prime -- Ruth or Bonds?

Uh... Williams.

He was a war hero,

played the game clean,
and no juice.

Fire alarm's crooked.

Yeah, I'd have taken Ruth.

'Cause he hit
all those home runs,

and he was drunk.

(chuckles)

I got a bug here.

Really?

Looks like one of ours.

Yeah?

This one doesn't.

DAVID: Six electronic
listening devices;

our techs have already
I.D.'d four of them.

We got French,
Israeli, Russian...

and our very own NSA.

COLBY: And Ashby had to have
known about it, too.

I mean, there's no way
surveillance pros

would've scratched
the switch plate

or left the fire alarm
hanging loose.

So he knows who's listening
and he knows how.

Obviously, he's controlling
what they hear.

MEGAN: Hey, Ashby was discharged
from MI-6

with a psychopathic
personality disorder.

Which is right in line
with what McClair said,

and the behavior
out on the bridge.

Yeah, but he also said
he's a nobody,

and we got half the world
bugging his apartment.

What'd the NSA say?

DAVID:
Same thing they always do.

They're gonna get back to us.

Well, get back to them;

see if they know anything
about that, uh, Janus List.

MEGAN: I-I see there's some
unanswered questions here,

but I don't really think
there's a crime to be solved.

Well, that's my decision, right?

(chuckles)

Miss this?

(laughs)
More than you know.

And for the record,

what exactly were
you guys thinking,

climbing out on the bridge
before the bomb squad?

(chuckles)
That was his big idea.

I'm not sure you can
hear me, but...

that question you asked me...

I know that you know
that I was correct.

You were trying
to tell me something --

Bacon, Merkle-Hellman...

You were talking about code.

You were talking in code.

(monitor beeping)

(beeping accelerates)

WOMAN (on intercom)
Dr. Andrew to ICU -- stat.

Dr. Andrew to ICU -- stat.

What's the FiO2
on the ventilator?

WOMAN:
Normal -- 50%.

DOCTOR:
Lungs are clear.

This makes no sense; we've got
to be looking at artifacting.

Order a chest X-ray; I don't
want to take any chances.

(monitor beeping)

I need a pen.

Uh, who has a pen?

WOMAN:
Here you go.

Hey.

- Hey.
- How's it going?

Charlie, are you kidding me?

They're gonna
charge us for this.

Yeah, but listen, so see how the
oxygen saturation flash

keeps cycling through the same
sequence of numbers?

His finger is tapping out
those numbers.

Merkle-Hellman
is based in cryptography.

Francis Bacon, Bacon's Cipher...

Wait, wait, he was a
cryptologist for the Brits.

I mean, that would be unbelievable
if this guy actually could talk to you,

communicate through all this.

But there are
a million codes, man.

I don't know how I'm going to
figure out which one he chose.

What about that one
you got wrong, the chess one?

I didn't get it wrong,
I got it right. What about it?

Every code has a key,

so maybe there was some
reason that he was lying.

You know, the Russians
used something called...

Don't start writing on the...

...a Straddling
Checkerboard.

It's a pretty simple
substitution code

where the letters of a message
are replaced with digits.

You start with the highest
frequency letters first.

Zero, one, two, three,
four, five...

...Z-K...

...Y-D-H...

J-A-N...

U-S...

"Janus poisoned me."

MEGAN: Ashby had traces of
Thallium in his bloodstream.

Thallium is what Saddam
used against dissidents.

They'd have a final drink with
their guard as they were released,

and seven days
later, lights out.

So wait, you're saying he knew he
was dying before he got on the bridge?

So we got a homicide,
not a suicide.

Thanks for not saying
"I told you so."

Well, you didn't
give me a chance.

Well, I don't understand, why do
you think he didn't call us

or try to talk then?

Well, he knew his apartment was
bugged,

he knew he'd been poisoned.

Compounded with delusions of
grandeur and a paranoid nature...

Maybe he thought it was the only way
we'd take him seriously, I guess, right?

- Um, it's work.
- All right, I'll talk to you later.

- Hey.
- Hey.

According to the NSA,

your guy over
at Blackrain is right.

This "Janus List" --
thing doesn't exist.

But McClair, he undersold
Ashby's history.

Turns out this guy
is a Cold War legend.

COLBY:
Double and triple agent.

By the time MI-6 cut him loose,

nobody knew which side
he was playing for.

Yeah, and those wire taps?

They turned them over after we threatened
to sell their bug to the Russians.

But look what we turned up.

ASHBY:
This line isn't clean.

MAN: By the time anyone
reads this transcript, I'm in Beijing.

I want money.

Dwayne Carter.

That conversation
happened two hours

before we busted him trying
to leave the country.

Last time I heard, they were keeping
him at an army base for safekeeping.

- So I can track him down.
- Not alone.

Are you kidding me?
You still don't trust me?

You covered for the guy.

Don, as soon as I found out he was
working for the Chinese, I took him down.

Whatever happened,

I've logged some serious time
with this guy in Afghanistan.

If he's going to open up to anybody,
it's going to be to me.

You go with him.

DAVID:
Taylor Ashby.

I heard he's dying.

How'd you hear that?

(laughs)

When you tried to get
to China, Dwayne,

you called him, asked for money.

Ashby tried to deal himself
back into the big game.

Use his position at Blackrain

to become an information
clearinghouse.

Any time I came across something
the Chinese wouldn't miss,

I'd sell it off to him.

Names, intercepts...
junk, usually.

What did he do with it?

I didn't ask.

I gave him intel, he gave me
brown paper bags full of cash.

He ever tell you about something
called the Janus List?

In the spook business, we call
what I gave you "the sample."

You want the rest, you got to
pay for it like everybody else.

Talk to my lawyers.

You're on your last appeal,
Dwayne.

If you don't want to cooperate,

you might as well place an order
for your last meal.

That easy, is it, Granger?

A man who saves your life,

you put him in jail, walk away?

You think this guy is your friend,
you can think again.

That's enough.

'Cause the things I could tell you
about squeaky clean Colby Granger --

things we saw, things we did...

Screw you, Dwayne.

You can walk away, Granger,
but we're not done with each other yet.

He's wasting our time,
David, let's go.

I saved your life!

I own it!

DON: I face off against
so many guys, Charlie.

I don't know what it is,
something about this guy,

some look in his eyes.

A remarkable mind accounting
for David's travel path,

constructing a code
to tell us he was poisoned.

Amazing.
While he's dying, you know?

I think he did it
to tell us something

that we wouldn't have
believed any other way.

Yeah, so what is it?

They all say that Janus List
doesn't exist.

You know what I'm
wondering is why us?

He knew everything about us:

the Eppes Convergence,
your batting average.

So what...

- Hey, Amita.
- Hi.

How're you doing?

All of the books you asked for.

Plus another two on Francis
Bacon that I really like.

Merkle-Hellman's
knapsack algorithm...

You know, I wondered about that.

I mean, if Ashby was a cryptographer,
wouldn't he have known

that Merkle-Hellman's
encryption has been broken?

He wanted us to break it.

Don, think of everything
that happened on that bridge.

Everything he did
and everything he said

as things you would pack
with you on a trip,

but you have a single knapsack
that can hold only 30 pounds.

Each item has a value
and a weight to it.

Your challenge is
to take the greatest value

within the specified weight.

In combinatorics,

we call it
a "knapsack algorithm."

So what if every number
he gave us,

every question he asked...

had a specific function?

A specific value?

Like my batting average.

Right, which was, uh, .293.

Then he asked us

how many bombs it would take
to take down the bridge,

and that was six.

- Uh-huh.
- Merkle-Hellman was 1978,

- but he said '72.
- '72.

64 chess squares.

And the answer to the problem.

(mouthing)

DON:
All right, so?

The Straddling
Checkerboard code.

Man, he thought he was
going to die on that bridge.

He had no idea
he would use it in the hospital,

so what if...?

Wait, check this out.

NaomiVaughn@laledger.org.

NAOMI: Five times a week
somebody calls me

and tells me they
have my Pulitzer story.

Taylor was number six.

And what was he offering?

An expose on international
intelligence.

He felt that so much work
was being outsourced

that these multinational
companies were spying

on two and three competing
sides at the same time.

Like Blackrain International.

He said he had a list of spies.

- The Janus List?
- Yeah.

Ms. Vaughn,

I'm gonna ask you if
I can see your notes

and correspondence,
whatever you have.

Ask or tell?

Whatever makes you feel better
about handing them over.

What you got there, Donny?

Oh, it's an MI-6 file.

It's like a book.
It's amazing.

This guy Ashby crossed the
Berlin Wall four times.

He was interrogated
by the GRU, KGB...

That's something, huh?

Guy like this risks his life
for 30 years,

and nobody cares, you know?

Nobody's going
to read this stuff.

This really you?

Don Eppes empathizing
with a lunatic

who tried to blow up a bridge?

I can understand how you wonder,

is it worth it?

Do any of us make a difference?

Yeah.

Gets harder as you get older.

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

Hey, where are you at?

CHARLIE:
Still at the hospital.

There's just some work on
the window I need to copy down

before they clean it, so, uh...

Uh, where'd
the security guard go?

Fight broke
out in the E.R.

What are you talking about?

Uh, the security guard
posted with Ashby is gone.

I guess there was a fight
downstairs?

Wait. He left his post?

Charlie, you get security
in there right away, okay?

- I'm on my way.
- Okay, all right.

Um... how do I get
a dial tone?

There's no dial tone?

Uh, hey, listen,

Lois, we need to get this
patient out of here right now.

That's impossible.

Someone has already tried
to poison this man,

and they may very well be coming
to kill him right now.

So I am an FBI...

You know, I work for the FBI.

Can't you protect him?

Well, uh, actually,
I'm a mathematician.

No one uses
these tunnels anymore.

They were built as bomb
shelters during World War II,

but with the
earthquakes around here,

you're better off taking
your chances above ground.

Few people realize that most
deaths from an earthquake

occur afterwards from fire,
ruptured gas lines.

Sorry. Nervous energy.

No signal.

Hey, in here.

(latch clicks)

(beeping)

Are you familiar
with Lorentz's Force Law?

(beep, buzzing)

Guess not.

5:00 Coffee Barn in Westwood?

No, that won't be a problem.

On second thought, we might
need to put that on hold.

Let me get back to you.

Someone just tried
to kill Taylor Ashby.

Hey, look, I gave you guys
everything I had --

all my notes, my e-mails.

If we could find you,
whoever came after Ashby

might be able to, as well.

We think it would be best
if you were

under protective custody
at this point in time, ma'am.

- Do I have a choice?
- No.

- Charlie?
- Hey.

How are you?

Dad, I risked my life
for a dying man.

I mean, that's not me.

I acted recklessly

against my own instinct
for self-preservation.

And yet, in a weird way,

I have never felt more...

empowered.

You sound like Don.

You know, a mind
this brilliant deserves

to know that it didn't die
in vain.

That it didn't live in vain.

AMITA:
Charlie!

- I'm fine.
- (gasps)

- I'm fine.
- Oh.

Chopper's not coming.

Really? Why not?

Because we just arrested
the guy you paid to kill Ashby.

Yeah, that'd be two days
before the Thallium

and the burns
would have done him in.

I kept that old man
on the payroll for ten years,

and he repaid me
by compiling a Janus List.

Look, it's nothing personal.

You almost got my brother killed
with all your cloak and dagger crap.

Well, we had no reason
to think he'd still be there.

This is bigger than him.

It's bigger than all of us.

A Janus List is not some
random collection of spies.

It's a carefully selected
group of pressure points

designed to cripple
intelligence operations.

Why is it no one thinks
the list even exists?

Who's going to take that risk?

I'm not.

Your government isn't.

Why am I not in handcuffs?

Because the State
Department has already told you

not to arrest me.

And, uh, just for the record,
I didn't poison Ashby.

But if he had
compiled a Janus List,

and if he talked to
a reporter about it,

then we're all better off
when he can't talk anymore.

We're not done, you and I.

Really?

You can't even stop a helicopter
from landing in your own city.

Uh, looks quiet.

There's no cars unaccounted for.

Nobody on the beach.

Hey, we're really sorry
about the inconvenience.

We wouldn't have done this if we
didn't think it was absolutely necessary.

I don't understand
what's going on.

You grab me off the street,
you take away my cell phone...

COLBY: Well, that's for your
safety.

Somebody could zero in
on your GPS chip.

Well, so far, the only people
threatening my well-being are you people.

Perhaps you don't
respect the rights

that the Constitution
extends to reporters

or to citizens, for that matter.

MEGAN: Hey, my heart bleeds for the
hair appointment you're going to miss

and the date you're
not going to get tonight,

but assuming you know how I feel
about the Constitution

just makes you look stupid.

Wow.

I think I preferred the
sarcastic yet still friendly Megan.

That side of you actually
just scared me a little bit.

Hey, are you all right?

Yeah. Sorry.

You know,
swearing an oath to the FBI

was the first
time in my life I...

I ever felt like I was
a part of something.

I felt good, you know?

I-I liked what I was doing.

Past tense?

Let's just say the past six
weeks put some beliefs to the test,

and I'm not sure that I passed.

Well, you may be talking
to the wrong guy.

I come from five generations of duty,
honor, following orders.

Yeah? Whose orders
were you following

when you went out
on that bridge?

Something's going
on with you, Colby.

David told me what happened
with Carter.

Yeah, well, me and Dwayne is...

I mean, it's complicated.

Why? Because he saved your life?

Among other things.

Everything just seems
complicated now.

Just the two?

Just the two.

Only one we need alive
is the reporter.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey, how's Ashby?

He's still alive.
I mean, they don't know why.

I don't know what it is about
the guy -- it's like I feel...

Feel obligated to see

his work through, right?

Yeah. Why do you think?
'Cause he picked us?

Maybe it makes you think
what will my life come down to?

A couple of papers, a few ideas?

- He's smart, huh?
- Yeah.

Like your kind of smart?

Yeah.

It's amazing how
you guys see things.

You know, how you spin them.

Hey, we got
a wireframe of the bridge?

Yeah.

(computer trilling)

Can-Can you just spin it?

(computer trilling)

Can I use this thing?

Yeah, sure.

DON:
There were explosives here...

here...

and here.

Can you show me more
of a side view?

(typing, computer trilling)

And more explosives

here, here, here and here.

Can you turn it,
like, uh, 90 degrees?

(computer trilling)

Yeah, that's it.

How are you seeing this?

I don't know.
It's just coming to me.

Is that the face
that I make when I...?

It's G-A-B-C-D-E-F

...sharp.

See, I paid attention
during piano lessons.

That's the G major scale.

What do you think it means?

Well, I don't know.

You can't expect me
to know everything, right?

DAVID:
Pending your cooperation,

the U.S. Attorney has
agreed to drop you

as a top security risk.

Takes the needle
out of your arm.

Life imprisonment --
that's the best you guys can do?

Live long enough, Dwayne,

maybe somebody's going to change
their attitude toward treason.

Who poisoned Ashby?

The Chinese. No.

The Israelis, the Russians,

the Brits -- take your pick.

See you before you die, Dwayne.

You were right.

Ashby was building a Janus List.

I sold him three names.

I was going to sell him a
fourth when you guys busted me.

Building it?

Yeah, he said someone would,
sooner or later,

and if he could figure it out,
he could keep it safe.

The man was brilliant,

but he was a head case.

Where's the list, Carter?

You think he told me?

(scoffs)

I'm probably on it.

All I know is, a lot of people
would like to see that list disappear,

including anybody on it.

But none of them would have
chosen slow-acting poison.

You're saying somebody wants
the list to be found?

Hey, Sinclair?

When you see Granger,
tell him...

Yeah, tell him
I was a much better friend

than he gave me credit for.

What does that mean, Dwayne?

He'll know.

And if he doesn't,
the hell with him, anyway.

I'm gonna go to bed.

Can I lock the door
or is that a breach of protocol?

No, that's fine.

I have a clear line of sight
to the bedroom from the balcony.

I'll keep my clothes on, then.

Lights are on next door.

- I have no cell service.
- COLBY: No, no, no.

They've jammed the phones;
we got no power.

Get into the bathroom,
lay down in the tub.

It's made of granite;
it'll protect you.

We have a grand piano.

(piano playing ascending scale)

And an organ.

(organ playing ascending scale)

Hey. So, we've tried
18 musical ciphers...

Right.

- CHARLIE: ...converting to tablature...
- Mm-hmm.

...even frequencies
for each note...

You know what?
I think we're just reaching.

I mean, we're getting too far
away from the facts with all this.

Yeah, I think so, too.

Ashby gave us
all our answers here.

DON:
Right.

And here.

(cell phone ringing)

Hey.

DAVID: Colby's not picking up on the
safe house land line or his cell phone.

I'm on my way.

- I'll meet you up there, okay?
- All right.

(siren blaring)

Come on... pick up.

They have night vision.

Everything Ashby said...

everything, every choice he made

has a meaning
and a second meaning.

Except Francis Bacon
and the Sun Tzu quote.

Right.

"The more you read and learn,
the less your adversary will know."

All right, lay down cover,
I'll go move Naomi.

Got it.

CHARLIE: These numbers gave
us Naomi Vaughn's e-mail address,

and we assumed that he was
pointing us toward her.

But what if
he was being literal.

Pull up his e-mails
to her again.

Yeah, see...?
Okay, see this?

Why...

Why is this e-mail three times
bigger than the others?

(siren blaring)

I don't know.
It's probably some excess code.

Okay, so, can you, um...?

Wait a minute!

Stop! Stop-stop-stop-stop!

Francis Bacon -- Bacon Cipher.

In which each letter is represented
by a combination of five A's and B's

from which he encoded
and decoded messages.

- A's and B's...
- For ones and zeros.

Yeah.

Good.

And-And-And-And then,
and then...

Yeah.

"Janus is in
your mailbox."

All he had to do was
hack into her voicemail

and set up a second account,
which she wouldn't know about,

which she couldn't
access without...

NAOMI'S VOICE: You've reached
the voicemail box of Naomi Vaughn.

Without G-A-B-C-D-E-F

and "sharp."

ASHBY'S VOICE:
Welcome to the Janus List.

The following people
have been co-opted.

If all are exposed,

the infrastructure of two
intelligence networks will collapse.

MI-6 Agent Richard Collins
of the UK, by the Russians;

Russian SVR Agent
Andrei Gorelov,

by the South Koreans...

French Secret Service Agent
Laurent Dassin...

You all right?

- ...by the United States...
- Yeah.

- Where's Colby?
- In the bedroom.

United States Counter
Intelligence Agent Dwayne Carter...

- Colby!
- ...by the Chinese;

United States FBI Agent
Colby Granger,

also by the Chinese.

(helicopter flying overhead)

Colby!

Colby!

Stop right there.

Come this way now, with me.

Here you go.

(handcuffs clicking)

Some old man makes things up
and leaves them in a voicemail,

just like that, and you're
gonna believe him over me?

Where were you taking
Naomi Vaughn?

I was moving her out of
the fire zone.

Oh, and leaving
Megan there, huh?

You knew you were on the list;
you were gonna kill her.

No, Don...

We got six countries with
bugs in Ashby's apartment,

but no Chinese -- why's that?

(Don chuckles)

You know what we're gonna do.

Tomorrow morning, we're gonna
start picking through your miserable life.

We're gonna look at
your bank account,

your credit cards
and your dirty laundry,

the whole nine yards.

Are you really gonna waste
more of our time?

All right.

The Chinese bug
was in the sofa cushion,

where I put it two years ago.

Oh, my God.

I pulled it when David
was in the kitchen.

DON: You understand what you're
saying?

COLBY:
Nothing you don't already know.

Nothing everybody's not
gonna know tomorrow.

David, David, David,
David... Relax.

How long you been lying to us?

From the beginning, David.
That's what a spy does.

Oh, a spy? You're not a spy.

You're a damn traitor!

All that crap about
serving your country!

Come on. Look,
get out of here.

Just get out.

And what was that the other day
on the bridge?

You weren't trying
to save Ashby, were you?

You were trying to
buy time for yourself.

Who poisoned him?

Who poisoned him?

Who gained?

(siren blaring)

FBI.

Let go of that prisoner
right now.

CIA's gonna handle all this now.

Yeah, and this is a legal document
signed by the Attorney General.

- Wait! Wait! We had a deal.
- Uh-uh.

We had a deal. I'm supposed
to be traded to the Chinese.

You do something.

Yeah, you had a pretty
slick deal, didn't you?

You had Ashby poisoned
from inside prison,

you exposed the Janus List,

and then you let
all hell break loose,

and now you're gonna
make yourself useful.

Yeah, bargaining down
your threat assessment

so you could be traded
back to Beijing.

Who the hell told you that?

You son of a bitch.

You son of a bitch.

Nine months.

Nine months, I don't say
a word about you.

You give me up in five minutes?

You tried to have me killed.

No.

I tried to have
Naomi Vaughn killed --

something you should've
done for me!

Just shut up, Dwayne.

(laughing)

Can't believe this is happening.

I don't think I can
do this anymore.

(steady beeping)

(flatline tone)

(alarm beeping)

CHARLIE:
He built that Janus list

so that he could matter again.

And that's what kills him.

I think this is probably
the way he wanted to go out --

back in action, not...
(clears throat)

not sitting behind
some desk somewhere.

Well, he was pretty spectacular
behind that desk.

That's an amazing mind.

Made him tough.

Made him... brave.

Brave in the face of danger.

In the face of death.

♪ What a day to be alive... ♪

♪ What a day to realize... ♪

Come on.

♪ I'm not dead... ♪

ALAN: You know, the more I think
about this Mr. Ashby --

how much you've
told me about him --

the more I feel like I knew him.

DON:
Tell me about it.

Took two of us
to understand one of him.

"Light many lamps
and gather round his bed.

"Lend him your eyes, warm blood
and will to live.

"But Death replied,

"'I choose him.'

"So he went, and there was
silence in the summer night.

"Silence and safety,
and the veils of sleep.

And then, far away,
the thudding of the guns."

Yeah, I like that.

When it's your time,
just go in peace, huh?

(glasses clinking)

♪ What a wonderful life now... ♪

See, to me, I think,

I think it's more about

having to face
a new fight tomorrow.

So rest while you can.

♪ What a day
to say goodbye... ♪

You know, this proves something your
mother and I always knew about you two.

What's that?

You're both right.

♪ Bring on the evening hours ♪

♪ I cry ♪

♪ Bring on the evidence ♪

♪ Of my life. ♪