All language subtitles for Shadow Conspiracy (1997)_Eng

Mr. Pochenko,
go ahead, please.

Bobby, I must see you right away.
- Hey, Professor. What's up?

Don't tell me your study group of
conspiracy nuts finally figured out who killed J.F.K.

Bobby, you were never so
disrespectful when you were my student.

I must see you
immediately.

I'll have Janet schedule a dinner.
It'd be great to catch up with you.

This is not back burner, Bobby!

I have to see you today.
When can you meet me?

If you got a problem, tell me
now, and I will take care of it.

This is not something I can
discuss on an unsecured phone.

I'll be home by 10:00. Come by then,
and we'll talk about it. All right?

I'll be there.

I just wish
we had more proof.

These names, the surveillance data...
they're just fragments.

You just have
to convince Bishop.

If he knows where to look.

God, I'm terrified.

Very good.

Keep searching.

Bobby, take Paul!

Bobby, pick up your ass.

Free shot, here we go.

Nice shot.
- Watch the back door, man.

You, Bobby.
It's all you.

Oh, yeah!

Go, go, go.
Here we go.

Time out, gentlemen.
Time out?

Bishop.

Don't tell me.

All right,
I'm on my way.

Yo, Bobby, think your man can
hook the brothers up with some jobs?

I'll run it past him, soon as your
contract with the Bullets expires.

Fuckin' Bobby Bishop.

See you guys next Saturday.
Who'd have ever thought.

Thanks, guys.
You're welcome, Mr. Bishop.

Sorry to bust up
your day with this.

I finally get my jump shot
back, and you call me in? What's up?

The indomitable Bobby Bishop
not in the know? That'll be the day.

Let me guess. You've seen
his draft of Monday's speech,

and it's a little more
than we expected.

"A little more" is hardly
the expression I would use.

The papers are
gonna kill us.

Everybody's inside.
Let's go.

Hello, everyone.
Mr. Vice President.

Alan.
- Bobby.

James.
- Edward.

Morning, Robert.
Charles.

Bobby, he's been up there
all day working on that speech.

He wants change...
big change.

Yes, but what he wants is
radical, too far-reaching.

It's gonna scare the hell
out of the financial markets.

He wants to freeze all government contracts.
- Make massive defense cuts.

We're talking about millions
of people out of work overnight.

You know what that will
do to the stock exchange.

The man has created
an agenda for disaster.

It's far too much for the country
to handle all at once.

Not to mention
a P.R. nightmare.

Since he won the election,
he's not listening to anybody.

It's as though he were
suddenly unaccountable.

He refuses to recognize that change
like this has to be made step-by-step,

otherwise we'll
be eaten alive before...

we can get the American public
to understand and accept it.

And a draft of the speech was leaked to The Herald.
- Who's writing the story?

Amanda Givens.
- That perennial pain in the ass.

Certainly a persistent
thorn in our sides.

Where is he now?
- In the office.

But he asked not to be
disturbed before dinner.

Well, I think
I'd better go disturb him.

Bobby's the only one
who can get through to him.

Screw them.

These gutless bureaucrats.

They think this'll bury the party.
You agree?

Well, it is
pretty risky.

A move this radical
could send the markets tumbling.

You don't know that.
Well, it could be.

But even if they drop,
it'll only be temporary.

My bet is, in the long run,
they'll be twice as strong.

Bobby, in my first term,
I listened to the experts.

I didn't rock the boat.
Well, I'm not gonna wait any longer.

You don't have to convince me,
but you're gonna have a hell of a time...

getting it passed
through congress.

I only have
four years left.

If congress doesn't like it,
there'll be a hell of a fight.

If I fail,
I fail trying.

Do I have to remind you who
helped draft this speech, Bobby?

I guess you're a little more daring
when you're 14 points behind...

on the campaign trail and half a
bottle of Scotch under your belt.

I just found out the story's
been leaked to The Herald.

And with that much lead time, there's a good
chance your opponents will massacre you...

before you even get
your ideas out.

Let me kill
the story for now.

You can't sneak up on the enemy
when they know you're coming.

So,
how long do you want me to delay this speech?

Just a couple of days, sir.
That's all.

All right.

Good.
I'll let them know.

Well?
He's agreed to reconsider for now.

Think you'll be able
to kill the story?

The Herald goes to press in two hours.
The damage is done.

Well, like you said, sir, we do have
two hours. There's not enough time.

It is for me,
unless you'd rather...

keep me here
arguing about it.

Well, your boy's a confident little prick,
isn't he?

A prick, really?

I find it so difficult to
distinguish between the pricks...

and everyone else
around here.

Sir.

Washington Herald? I have Senator Joseph
Powers calling for Amanda Givens.

Uh, Miss Givens is out on assignment.
Hold, please.

Bobby, she's out
on assignment!

You wore that tie yesterday.
That was yesterday.

Does she no longer keep her appointments
with United States senators?

This is an outrage.

Well, I'm sorry, sir,
but Amanda Givens is out of the office.

She's interviewing
Congressman Page.

She's got Nate Page,
that fuckin' snake.

Grab his file, please.
Okay.

You tell Miss Givens we are
extremely disappointed.

I'll tell her, sir.
- Here we go.

Yeah, I can smell it
from here.

Get the press office to call
the conference at 6:45.

I want all the national correspondents there.
I want the works.

6:45's way too close.
The Herald runs at 8:00.

Plenty of time.
Make damn sure Amanda Givens is there.

All right, all right.
I'm going.

Congressman Page's office.
May I help you?

Ja, this is Dr. Schmenke.

It is imperative that I talk to
the congressman immediately.

He's at committee at room 1312.
- Danke.

Robert Bishop's office.
Bobby Bishop, please.

This is Yuri Pochenko
calling.

Mr. Bishop's unavailable.
He'll be back this evening.

Please, I must speak
with him immediately!

It cannot wait
until tonight, please.

It is a matter
of life or death.

I'm sorry, Professor. When he returns,
I'll let him know you called.

I...

Congressman Page.
What a coincidence.

Coincidence?
Oh, I sincerely doubt that, Mr. Bishop.

Monday's speech?

I don't know quite what you're talking about,
Mr. Bishop.

No idea.

Then I guess you're also unaware
of an additional base closure...

I'm submitting to
the Pentagon on Monday.

Happens to be in your district.
Another coincidence, I suppose.

Ah, 30.000 jobs is a career
buster if I ever saw one.

You can't intimidate me,
Mr. Bishop.

Well, it's your choice,
Congressman.

By the way, uh,

are you still "doinking" your legislative
director at the Crystal City Marriott.

Room 327,
I think it was.

Yeah, I'd hate to have that
leak out on Monday as well.

Hey, Mike.
Mr. Bishop.

Next question.

Mr. Bishop, we've been
hearing rumors...

that the president is planning
radical change for his second term.

You've been hearing
rumors, have you?

The president will present his agenda
for the next four years when he's ready.

And I can guarantee it will be rational,
not radical. Next question.

Excuse me, excuse me.

The Herald has it from
a very reliable source...

that part of the president's plan is
a freeze on all government contracts.

Excuse me, miss. That is yet another
irresponsible rumor I'd like to put an end to.

The name is Amanda Givens,
and as I said, Mr. Bishop,

we have it on
a very reliable source.

Congressman Page,
would you care to address this rumor?

I would be very happy to
address and terminate it.

Thank you, Bobby.

I have just come from the
president of the United States,

and he has assured me that despite
small differences between us,

that from here on out
it will be...

business as usual.

Yes, Bobby!
- Next question.

I'm gonna buy
that little prick a drink.

Good evening, Robert.
Congressman Colbert.

Nice to see you.
Good to see you.

Yes, Senator Jones.
Good evening.

Good evening.
You have our support.

Did you get the bill passed?
We got it done.

Excellent. Hi. How are you?
Oscar and Bertha.

How are you?
Always a pleasure. Good.

Boy, oh, boy.
You are some kind of big shot.

I could have sworn
it was just last week...

you were stuffin' envelopes
and lickin' stamps.

That was last week.

It was, wasn't it?
Thank you.

Mmm.

You gotta try some of this
vodka the Finns sent us.

It's fantastic. A couple of good shots,
and you're Erik the Great.

Erik the Great
never made it to 16.

I, on the other hand,
am alive and going strong...

simply because I have always restricted
myself to slowly sipping old reliable.

And eating apple pie.
Mm-hmm.

And making love
like a missionary.

And sailing that yacht of
yours around the Chesapeake.

I tell you, Bobby,
when I'm out on that bay,

all the crap that we go
through every day just

to try and keep this country
from going under...

washes off me, and I look
back at that shore,

and my mind is clear...
crystal clear...

and I rediscover Virginia
the way it used to be.

God, that sounds like Thomas Jefferson,
doesn't it?

Ah, Jake.
We kicked some butt today.

You did, Bobby.

He who gets the first
sound bite wins.

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.

You've learned faster and better
than anyone I've ever seen...

how to play the game
around here.

I think I feel some more
fatherly advice coming on.

Well, then,
listen up, son.

The ritual,
the maneuvering...

That's all it is.
It's just a game.

And your precious sound bites,
they're like a drug. They get you high.

You think you've achieved something,
but in reality it's nothing but shallow,

superficial, pointless
manipulation.

I wrote a lot of that speech
he was gonna give, Jake.

I know.

Hey! Hey!

Want my car to give you a lift?
No, I'll just walk. Thanks.

Don't get yourself
mugged.

Tell Saxon it takes
one to know one.

Call me.
I will.

Mr. Bishop,
we meet twice in one day.

God must be
punishing me.

Hello, Amanda.

This is Jergon.
Jergon, this is Bobby Bishop.

Gergon, how are ya?
It's Jergon, pal.

Of course it is.

Jergon, would you please
see if our table is ready?

I'm curious, Bishop.
What'd you have on Congressman Page, hmm?

Is he doing his legislative director?
What?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You and I both know that
that story was true.

Story?
Perhaps you could enlighten me.

Still terminally cute,
I see.

No, I think the word
is irresistible.

Hmph.

Watch your back, Bishop.

I'm gonna screw you twice as
bad as you screwed me today.

Well, that leaves me something to
look forward to, now, doesn't it?

And stop referring to me as
"Miss" on national television.

I didn't know that
that bothered you... Miss.

Bobby! Jesus! Professor!
You scared the hell outta me.

I thought we said 10:00.
Bobby, you must listen to me.

Something terrible is happening
inside the government...

at the highest level.

There's an enemy within,
a traitor.

Come on, Professor.
- Bobby, there's a shadow...

Professor! Jesus!

Professor!

Get down! Get down!

A man's been shot!

Damn!
Oh, fuck.

Hold the door,
please, sir.

Don't burn it, pal.

Good night.
Have a good weekend.

Have a good weekend.
Yeah, what's left of it.

Leave this page.
Bishop on line two for you, sir.

Okay, I gotta go. Bye.

Hey! Your date
lose the handcuff keys?

Jake, listen to me.
I've been shot at.

There's some fuck roamin'
the streets tryin' to kill me.

Don't call her a fuck, Bobby.

She's probably
a very nice girl.

This is not a joke.
They killed Yuri Pochenko.

Where are you?
I'll come get ya.

Meet me at the Georgetown Theater.
Fifteen minutes.

Make it ten.

I need a car
and every man you can spare.

Whoa, whoa, Jake.
Let's not make a production out of this.

The special assistant to the president
says that he's been shot at.

But this administration can't
afford an incident like this.

His safety is
my concern, sir.

...move it across the street.

This side, this side.

Nothing on the northeast.

Check an east-side
storefront.

Stand by.

Standing by.

All these years you've been
playing me for a sucker.

Don't lie to me.

�"§ Oye!

They're talkin'
to Vargus now.

There he is.

Bobby!

Jesus!

We've got two civilians and
two agents dead on the scene.

The shooter got down
the back fire escape.

And Bobby? Did anyone see
if Bobby Bishop was hit?

No, he wasn't.
Thank God for that.

This country
is falling apart.

Bishop is on line one.

Bobby? Bobby,
are you there?

What the hell happened back there?
We don't know.

Are you all right?
Where are ya? Close by.

Jake, Pochenko gets blown away after
making these wild accusations...

about something going on in the
government at the highest levels.

Then some zombie
with a gun goes after me.

I call you, and there's someone there waitin'
to take a shot at me.

Doesn't take a genius to figure out that
something really fucked up is going on here!

Well, somebody set us up, Bobby.
Literally, in ten minutes, they set us up!

You have to come in, Bishop.
Tell us where you are. No! Bobby,

w-what did
Pochenko say exactly?

He just said that something was
going on at the highest level,

something about us
watching each other.

He said there was this program
that pointed to it.

W-What does that mean?
I don't have a fuckin' clue.

It's your move, Bobby.

I need some time.
You wait. I'll find you.

We should call the F.B.I.
and the D.C. police.

That's the
president's decision.

Who did this?

Answers, gentlemen.

He's a special assistant
to the president. Goddamn it.

What are you doing
to stop this?

Mr. President, we're dealing with
a highly trained killer here.

We're combing through all our people
in the intelligence community.

Yes, but what puzzles me is:
Why Bishop?

Out of all our senior officials,
why go after him?

Is he involved
with something?

Bishop's integrity
is not in question.

Get him off the street, and get
to the bottom of this quietly.

Bobby needs more time, sir,
until he can...

Until he gets
himself killed.

Come on, Jake. We gotta bring him in
now before this goes any farther.

I agree entirely,
for Bishop's own welfare.

Sir, we're ready for you.

I'll be at Camp David.

He trusts you like a father,
Jake. He's a good kid.

Bring him in safely,

whether he wants
to come in or not.

Blythe?
Yes, sir?

No F.B.I. We'll
handle this ourselves.

Yeah? Frank, it's Bobby.
I need to talk to you.

Bobby. If this is an apology for
smothering the story, don't bother.

Remember the article
you ran last spring...

on the theory of a shadow
government inside the White House?

I need to talk
to your sources.

Bobby, you said that article was absurd.
Why do you need my sources?

For starters,
I don't think it's a theory.

Four or five people
are already dead.

Now I've got some lunatic chasin'
me with a gun. How's that?

Why?

I need those sources, Frank.
- I smell an exclusive, Bobby.

How long do you need?
- I need, uh, two or three hours.

I gotta get to my office.

Meet me at the News Cafe,
5:00 a. m. It's right across from my office.

Okay.

The line Bishop just called
is dialing out.

Trace it, and keep tabs
on Bishop's line.

Listen, Jergon.
No means no. Yeah!

Hey, hey, hey.
No, it's Frank.

Oh. Hi, boss. Sorry.

Listen, Amanda, that conspiracy
piece you wrote last spring.

I need you to contact
your sources tonight.

Bobby Bishop says
he can confirm that story.

He what?
Meet me at my office.

Now!
- All right.

Ah, here it is.

"Givens, Amanda.

125836th Street,
Northwest."

Hey, man. Give me a dollar.
Thank you!

Professor!

Mrs. Olson!

Professor Pochenko?

Earlier tonight,
area residents were shaken...

by the sound of gunfire
in Georgetown.

One man is reported dead and
several are said to be wounded.

The names of the victims
have not been released.

Police have blamed the shootout in front of
the Georgetown Theater on rival gang wars.

And now in other news,
fifth graders at a school...

in Greenfield, Massachusetts,
are angry...

Rival gang wars, my ass.

Eleven-year-old...

Bad night, huh?

The worst.

Thanks.

Old Buzz hung over
again, is he?

Good morning. It's
two minutes after the hour.

And this is the
Sunday morning news roundup.

I'm Bella Chambers, and
these are the headlines today.

In Washington, the president
greeted members of the...

Amanda?
Ooh, bad date, huh?

Hear you got
a hot story for me.

You wrote the article?
Yeah.

Yeah, I got a story for ya,
if your sources are good.

Frank's office is this way.

Hey, Frank.

Frank! Frank? Come on, Frank.
Wake up, will ya?

Come on. Come on!

Oh, Jesus.
Sir, we need some help here.

No, no, no, no!

Go! Go!

This way!

What just happened?
Who were your sources?

Bobby! What just happened?
Was it Pochenko?

I'm not telling you my sources until
you tell me what just happened.

Pochenko is dead.

The same guy that just tried to
kill us shot him in the head.

He died in my
fuckin' arms last night.

Jesus. Pochenko tried to
tell me some wild story...

about a traitor
in the government.

He started
to say somethin'...

something about shadow.

You gotta talk to me,
Amanda.

Yeah, it was Pochenko
and a study group.

They have this database that correlates
everything that our public officials do.

If there's any evidence of bribery
or misuse of government funds...

or interagency misconduct,
stuff like that, then...

this program will find it.

And they call it "shadow"?
- I don't know.

After Frank's phone call,
I tried to get in touch with him,

even drove out
to the retreat.

Nobody was there.
It was weird.

Place wiped clean.
Hard drives gone from the computers.

Check this out. I call the White
House to make arrangements to go in.

Someone's there waitin'
to put a bullet in my ass.

Then I call Frank at home.
I figured that...

Ah, son of a bitch.

They're monitoring my calls.

D.C. police
are saying that so far...

the associate editor's death
looks to be an apparent homicide.

More details as they develop.
Thank you, Steve.

Ridell's computer
was wiped clean.

Metro police tell me there were
no cordite traces on his hands.

Set for your install.
Thanks.

Mr. Grasso,
what is taking you so long?

It's Sunday morning. We're not exactly
installing a Xerox machine here.

Precisely because
it is Sunday morning,

you should be able to get
things done more quickly.

N.S.A. isn't the same
without you, Jake.

Isn't this kind of thing a little down and
dirty for the White House chief of staff?

Bobby Bishop is
my personal responsibility.

Never thought we'd be usin' our mobile
system to track down the great Bobby Bishop.

All right.
Here's the deal.

We fed this baby every contact
Bishop has in the three-state area.

If Bishop calls any one of
these people from any phone,

this computer will identify
his voice instantaneously.

Likewise, if they call him.
It's kind of like

putting a tap on 1.500
people all at one time.

It's amazing, amazing shit.

I know.
I designed it.

And I'll sing "Yankee Doodle Dandy",
Mr. Grasso.

Doesn't he remind you
of James Cagney?

Sir, you need to take a look at this.
D.C. police just got us this tape.

Bishop entered with an unidentified woman
three minutes before Ridell was killed.

They're looking for him for questioning.
I've got a detective on the line now.

Well, tell him
"whereabouts unknown."

Wake up, Mr. Blythe.

All right, take the front.
Got it.

Hey, the passenger side.
Let's go. Clear.

We've secured the Herald van
at Canal and Potomac.

It's clean. No suspects.
Request transport to base.

I'm searching
the subject's vehicle.

Who are you?

Findings negative. I think it'd make a
really nice bouquet for you, you know?

Excuse me.
I'd like to ask you a few questions, please.

Sure thing.
You live in the neighborhood?

Uh, yeah.
We're trying to locate a neighbor of yours.

A Robert Bishop.
Did you happen to see him?

Yeah?

Take a walk. 14th Street bridge underpass.
I'll be there in ten minutes.

The president wants me
to get you to come home.

I'll see you
at the underpass.

Bobby?

Hey, Jake!

I don't know what you've gotten yourself
into, but the D.C. police have you there...

when Ridell was murdered.

If they ever find out that you were
also there with Yuri Pochenko,

I mean, circumstantially
you're... I don't know.

Pochenko tried to warn me about somethin'
goin' on at the White House.

Maybe he picked something up outta one
of our computers. I don't fuckin' know.

If the problem is on the inside, what are
you doing on the outside running around?

Come on, Bobby!

The only thing you can get out
here is arrested or killed.

I'm not comin' in. Not 'til we dig this
bastard out. You gonna help me or not?

Yeah, of course, I'm gonna help...
You're making it very hard.

Give me a secure line.
- Uh, five, six, nine...

Uh, five, six, eight, three.
I'll be in touch.

Eight, three!
I promise.

It's not good.
It's not good at all.

Somebody's trying
to implicate me.

I wrote down everything I can remember
about Pochenko's study group.

And I came up with something.

He used to work at his
girlfriend's apartment sometimes.

Remember her? Tamara?
Yeah, of course.

He always said that he did
his best thinking there.

You remember where it is?
Over on Calvert Street.

Well, we'd better get there
before they do.

You all right?

They're gonna come for us
again, aren't they?

Wherever we are.
You want the truth?

No, lie to me.
You were always so much better at that.

All right, let's continue
with the east coast...

Hey, sir, you better
take a look at this.

How do you fit into
all of this, Miss Yarshov?

She's Yuri Pochenko's
significant other.

Still no answer
at Tamara's.

Sit still.

There's a trick to it.

Thanks.

If you see anything
that looks suspicious,

anyone that could be a killer,
honk the horn twice.

What's a killer look like?

Use your instincts.

Are you looking for me, please?
I am Tamara Yarshov.

May I help you, please?

Doing great.
Turn right here. Okay.

Watch the side.

Hey! Hey!
What the hell is this?

Start the car!

Drive! Drive!

Aah! Jesus!

Drive!

Bobby?
God!

Bobby!

Good driving, Miss Givens.

You found something.

Yeah. I found Tamara dead.

And a list of names
that Pochenko was investigating.

Grasso, the police reports
are starting to come in.

Hey, sir, you better
take a look at this.

It's a homicide
over on Calvert Street.

The deceased is
that Tamara Yarshov.

Description fits Bishop.

Witness saw him drive off
with somebody in a Jeep.

The police get the plates?

That's a "negatory."
Just got a partial plate number.

Enough to start a trace.

I'll tell you, Bishop's
turning into a death train.

Everywhere he stops,
people die.

Keep your brilliant metaphors to yourself,
will ya, Charlie?

And negatory is not
an English word.

Okay, we're...

All right, let's get started.
Roger. That's 61...

We got the make and model
on a partial plate.

I want a cross reference of all of Bishop's
associates who have similar vehicles.

You want chicken?
Yeah.

Seems like old times, huh?

You never took me
anywhere this nice.

How does it feel?

How does it look?
Pretty bad.

Secretary Murphy?

General Blackburn?

Chairman Cutler?
This is insane.

What do these names
have in common?

You don't think one of these
could be a traitor?

Always keep a file.

What?
That's something Conrad taught me.

I got files
on all these guys.

Oh. Let me guess where.

Yeah.

Call Conrad.
Have him do it.

No.

Whoever's behind all this is probably
monitoring the entire White House.

Call Jake, he could be
the next victim.

and Bobby has been placed
at the scene of this one too.

D.C. police have an all-points
bulletin out for him.

What about someone trying to discredit him?
Frame him?

Mr. President, I've called
the C.I.A., N.S.A.

Give me something,
people.

They've got nothing for us.

Yes, but we can't rule out the
possibility that Bishop's been turned...

by one of our enemies.

We should not
rule anything out.

Jake, what do you think?

I think we have to get him in here, sir.
Then we'll find out what's going on.

All right. Good night.
Good night, sir.

It's funny how 24 hours in this town can
put you on the other side of the fence.

If they're smart,
they've kept their search internal.

That's how Jake
would do it.

If not, they're following Saxon's lead,
the guards will be lookin' for us.

If we make it past the guards,
once we get inside,

they will enter my name
on the in-house computer.

If that system's being monitored,
we could have as little as five minutes.

Amanda, you...
You can bail out, if you want to.

No. You need me,
don't you?

I'd give us about
a fifty-fifty chance.

You never could say it.

Let's cut the chitchat,
all right?

I.D., please.

Mr. Bishop.
Amanda Givens, Washington Herald, B-5.

Okay.

Remember, you gotta see what happens
after they enter my name, okay?

Okay. If the screen starts flashing,
get outta there.

May I help you, ma'am?

Yeah, hi, uh, Robert Bishop
wanted to see me right away.

He said that maybe you could find him for me.
Is that possible?

May I see some I.D., please?
Oh.

I'll see where
the system has him.

Oh! I'm so sorry.

That's quite all right.
I do this a hundred times a day.

It's quite all right.

Bishop hasn't been
logged in on my watch.

Okay, then,
uh, I'll wait.

Thanks.

Yes, sir?

Mm-hmm.

Hiya, George.
How are ya?

Okay, uh, what happened to you?
Catch another elbow? Two elbows, George.

You have a visitor.
There you are.

I've been lookin'
all over for ya.

How's the wife?
Doin' fine, Mr. Bishop. Thanks.

Good. Glad to hear it.

Be sure to send her my best, would you?
Will do.

I'm sorry.

Should I just leave this here?
Yes, please.

Come on, Miss Givens.
We don't have all day.

How'd the O's do, Mike?
Not so well, Mr. Bishop.

Make sure the senator knows.
Anything else?

Have Maggie check this over for typos.
Yes, sir.

Have Richard look over this
page before we send it out.

Yes, sir. Very good.
I talked to Congressman Myers...

We're negative on EDM-13.
Look for 14.

Check.

We're gonna want to defrag
that 20-gig drive.

We have
the accurate code.

I got ya, baby.
Amanda Givens, 181142.

Got your ass.
You're mine now.

Chief of Staff Conrad,

you've forgotten your password again,
haven't you? No shit.

Have your assistant
call N.S.C. security.

Save your data. End query.
Terminating in two minutes.

How ya gonna get in?
- Conrad once showed me a back door into this database.

He changed the password every week,
and he would tend to forget it himself.

If I could just
remember it.

Bingo.

Okay, Attorney
General Toyanbee,

let's see what
they've got on you.

Look at this.

Classified.
It's active classified.

Try Oliver Murphy.

It's the same.
- Lawrence Blackburn.

Lawrence Blackburn.
Shit!

Hey, Jake, did you log on to
the N.S.C. secure database?

I'm here, Mr. Grasso,
I'm here with you.

How could I possibly log on to
whatever it is you're talking about?

Well, somebody did,
and they're usin' your name.

Check it out.
Doesn't look good to me.

I'm gonna try
one more name.

What is this?

Transfer list.
Transfer to what?

There's a separate directory
just for me.

Damn!
Call Conrad... 5683.

Here's some updated coordinates
on the satellite tracker.

5683.
Jake.

Bobby, I've been ordered to bring you in.
Where are you?

Get this, three of our top cabinet
officials have active files...

in the classified
N.S.C. database.

Active files?
What's that mean... active?

Why am I under surveillance?
- You're not under surveillance.

It's in your goddamn
computer, Jake!

Bobby, you're not
under surveillance.

It's in the goddamn N.S.C. database.
Somebody's got to know about this.

Well, I for sure don't,
for Christ sake.

How can I know anything about it?
I can't even remember my... What's it called?

I-I'm a computer
illiterate.

Jake, he's in the building!
- Go get him.

We gotta move.
Come on.

Come on.

Who's available?
Let's get 'em out there!

Activate the
silent alarm.

Shit! Silent alarm.

This guy's a piece
of work, huh?

He's a very bright
young man.

Base operations.

Three-seven, switch
to a secure frequency.

Afax-1, this is com base.

Roger, com base.

Halt!
Stay where you are, or we will fire!

Halt!

Com base, they're on
the roof!

Have access.
Rooftop elevator.

We're goin' down.
Come on! Follow me!

Careful.
It's slippery.

Go through the skylight, Rawlings.
Open the door.

Bobby!

It's not movin'.

For God's sake, son!

Come on.

It's all right.

They're down there somewhere.
- Bring the elevator up. We'll flush 'em out.

See 'em?
- No!

I'm bringin' it
back up!

Come on.

Come on!

Get in.
Don't make me tell you again.

I said get in!

Move it!
- Get your hands off me, asshole.

Where's Bishop?
Come on!

You're such a big boy,
find him yourself.

Where is he?

I said where is he?

Get out!

Bobby!

Don't touch the cable.

Bobby!
Here. Amanda!

Hah, come on!

Aah!

Contact-4, stay with them.

Pull back!
Grab him!

Come on.

Damn it!
Son of a bitch!

Him and
his nice wife...

and that lovely home in the
rolling hills of old Virginia.

It was him all along.
I believed in that bastard.

He had Pochenko
killed.

Well, we know Conrad's in
charge of this shadow program.

Now we got to find out
what they're up to.

If you pour water in the hole,
the rat'll come out.

This rat swims.

D.C. police are puttin' out
an all-points bulletin...

for Bishop and Amanda Givens for
questioning in these homicides.

Grasso, I want you to feed Amanda Givens'
automobile specs...

into the keyhole
satellite. Now!

To find a car?

Jesus, I'd have to pull satellites
off of operations in Cuba.

Maybe even the Middle East. We'd have
to get a written authorization from...

From me, from me!
I am authorizing it!

I'll write it down for ya.
Now, do it. Now!

You've got company.

I can get us in
through the back alley.

What's up?

Apartment's clear.
Let's get out of here.

Call in.
Base, we're movin' on.

I've got some infrared film
and a long lens.

Over here.

Sir, we're resolving
grid A-4.

Lock.
The license matches.

It's Amanda Givens.
Jake!

Where is it?

On the street,
two blocks from her apartment.

Blythe, move
your men on this now.

Oh, good.
I'm starving.

You got any friends in the building?
Yeah, a few.

Any that'll
lend you a car?

I'm not sure I would
call it a car.

Unit three, we should be
two blocks from your location.

Hold it down.

8273.

Conrad.

Yes, uh, Mr. Conrad,
I'm sure you know who this is.

No, I don't.
Am I supposed to guess?

Well, we almost met on the White
House roof earlier this evening.

I'm writing a story based on a theory by
Professor Yuri Pochenko and his associates.

On government dishonesty?

I'm sorry.
Did I say theory?

I meant fact, Mr. Conrad,
based on what I witnessed this evening.

I thought maybe you would like to
comment before it hits the presses.

Traditionally it's been my policy
not to comment to the press,

because it is my conviction
that the press prints to sell.

It doesn't print to inform;
it doesn't print the truth.

I have a rather good
source, Mr. Conrad.

His name is Bobby Bishop.
You do know Bobby Bishop, don't you, sir?

Yes, of course
I know Bobby Bishop.

And I will
stand by him.

We didn't get it.

Did he bite?

I don't know.
He did a lot of dancing.

Leave me alone, will you, please?
Yes.

Let's get some fresh air,
shall we?

It's Conrad.

Mr. Blythe.
Yeah?

These people lent them
their van.

It usually clears my head
being down here.

How's your back?

I'm having
a disc reconstructed.

The goddamn thing has
ruined my golf swing.

I'm sorry about that.

You're late.

I'm not used to
driving myself.

Well, Jake.
I think...

You said to me two hours ago that
Bishop was no problem to us.

No. I said he was not yet
aware of our scenario.

But now with that... what did you call her...
pain-in-the-ass Givens...

I-I think we should rethink;
perhaps we should wait...

and regroup.
He who hesitates is lost.

I can't believe
you said that.

Those are exactly the words you used
when we discussed this the first time.

We've run out of time, Jake.

The target returns
from Camp David at 7:00.

The future of the country
is in our hands.

We may never have another
opportunity like this again, never!

Like the poor cat
in the adage.

The cat wanted to grab the fish,
but didn't want to get its paws wet.

Today...

at noon as planned...

we assassinate...

What was that?

You spooking out
on us, Jake?

Welcome back, sir.
Jake.

You got some sun.
Thanks, Jake.

We have to go...

go over the Bobby Bishop problem and
your children's fund-raiser speech.

If you call the White House,

they'll trace it and be
on to us in seconds.

If I can talk to him
directly, that won't matter.

Saxon.

Hello?

Who is this?

We got the license plate number from
the neighbors who lent them their van.

We have the keyhole satellite trackin'
the van...

as well as
the ground tracker.

I guarantee we'll have
their asses within the hour.

God, Bobby,
what're we gonna do?

If I can get to Conrad,
there's a chance I can stop him...

if he thinks we have
a tape of the conversation.

Which, of course,
we don't have.

But Conrad doesn't
know that.

Sir, we have another van.

Go with the license plates.

Okay. Sending... more.

Tighter, tighter.
Good, and lock.

That's it! That's our mouse. That's our
freakin' mouse! We got 'im. We got Bishop!

Where is he?
- They just parked on Connecticut at P Street.

Attention all units,
Connecticut and P!

I could go
to Adams Hall.

If you don't find Conrad, I could try
and hold up the speech or something.

How?
I don't know.

I'm sure you'll think
of something.

All right.

Hey, Amanda.

You were right.
I do need you.

Be careful.

Okay, 86 is moving out of range.
Are you getting it too?

Come on. I got ya.

Yeah, those look good.

Give me a hat, will ya?
Sure thing, my man.

Thanks.

Keep it.
Thanks.

Stay on him.

Come on.

Come on! We're right on his ass!
Stay on him.

Where the hell is he?
I just had him.

Let's move, people.

Unit 14 in position.
Unit 22, we have southeast corner locked.

D.C. patrol blocking
corner of Connecticut...

They're waiting
for you, sir.

Feeling all right?
- Fine. Everything's just fine.

I'll be there
in a minute.

Hey, hej!

Drive!
Okay. Where to?

Adams Hall.
Hurry!

Goddamn it!

Jesus Christ!

Aah! Uuh!

You payin' for that window.
- Can't you drive any faster?

You want me
to get a ticket too?

What're you doin'?
This ain't Adams Hall!

Uh-uh. Friends like you got,
you takin' the train, motherfucker.

Get out of my damn cab!

Look out.

Out of the way!

What's your problem?

Mr. Conrad.

Testing, testing...
1, 2, 3, 4.

Testing...
1, 2, 3, 4.

Testing, testing...
1, 2, 3.

Testing...
1, 2, 3, 4.

Here you go.
Is this his? Mm-hmm.

What happened?

I didn't make it
to Conrad.

Oh, God.
He just went in minutes ago.

I gotta get inside.
I've got an idea.

Good luck, Bishop.

Amanda, wait!

Shit!

Make sure you get
a good shot of him.

Yeah, I'll let him know.

What? Hey, wait!

Bring her down!
Bring her down!

He's my father...
The president!

He's my real father!

Call it off.

I can't. It's too late.
It's out of my hands.

Stay out of it, Bobby.
You'll get yourself killed.

What'd you do it for?
What was in it for you?

Not for me, for Christ's sakes.
Not for me!

For this country;
for everybody in it...

for you, for that stupid
journalist friend of yours.

Bullshit!
Saxon's a patsy.

You're gonna be running the country,
right?

Somebody has to run it, that's for sure.
- Somebody is, the president.

He's a madman, Bobby.
- There are still a few people that voted for him, remember?

Because they fell for
your fucking sound bites!

And you said that I'd never believe
in anything enough to go down for it.

You were wrong.
- Bobby.

You were wrong!
- Bobby. Bobby!

Oh, God!

Down! Get down!

Aaah!

Get down.
Get down!

Go on! Go on!

Thanks, Bobby.
You all right?

Mr. President,
you have no...

Look out!

Let's get him out of here.
Come on.

Come on. Let's
get him out of here.

Move it. Come on. Move.

Move, everybody!

Inside source tells me Bobby Bishop
turned down chief of staff...

to head the president's new jobs program.
Really?

Yep.
The source reliable?

Hmm.
We'll see.

Come on.
I'll buy you a Popsicle.

Is the star reporter offering a
bribe to one of her best sources?

You know something, Bishop,

I may just be starting
to like you.

Again?