All language subtitles for Global Frequency - 2005 - Nelson McCormick (208p_30fps_H264-96kbit_AAC)

Hey, somebody there?

You okay?

Hey, guy.

Hey, you all right?

Hey, my man.

621? Who's this?

Who is this?

System alert.

Voice mismatch. We have a protocol
breach.

621 in San Francisco is not active. This
is not 621 on the phone.

No, no, no, this isn't 621. Listen,
who's this?

Hello?

Tell me your name.

John Flynn.

Sean Flynn?

I'm Miranda Zero, and you are on the
Global Frequency.

Global Frequency.

The Global Frequency. Yeah, I've seen
the news. Everybody's heard of you. It's

just the Global Frequency's an urban
legend.

Well, that doesn't step up. We're
usually a fairy tale.

The Global Frequency is real.

We are an independent, covert
intelligence group.

Yet somehow, you've just picked up one
of our phones.

Sean, I'm Ayla.

The nice one.

Look, we need you to show us what you're
looking at. There's a camera inside the

phone.

Hi.

David Riggs.

He worked for me.

And he was a friend.

I'm sorry about that.

Why isn't this guy running away
screaming?

What is this?

We've been satellite tracking small
intense bursts of strange radiation for

about two months now. Two weeks ago, we
could barely detect these flare-ups. Now

they're spiking two or three times a day
and doing that.

Whatever the source is, it's getting
worse faster.

Now, according to our projections, these
blasts will become big enough to rip

apart entire city blocks within...

Within 55 minutes.

Who's on the west coast? Particle
physics, the heavies.

There's only one person on the frequency
even close to being smart enough for

that.

Dr. Finch.

No, no, no, no, no. Superspring's
solution in these conditions does not

yield 39 dimensions.

Dr. Katrina Finch, you are on the global
frequency.

How bad is it?

I'm uploading data into your phone as
fast as I can get it in. I'm on my way.

Mr. Flynn, you have to see a metallic
case nearby.

Uh, yeah, yeah, hold on.

What about it?

I need you to collect data from the
scene.

No, uh-uh.

There's half a guy here and alpha...
ALS. Whatever girl said radiation.

Oh, please.

One time.

55 minutes and counting before hundreds,
possibly thousands of people die.

So you have a choice.

You can stay on the line and make a
difference.

Or you can hang up and walk away.

This is insane.

Yes, it always is. Fifty-four minutes,
Mr. Flynn.

All right, look, I'll stay here until
somebody else gets here, but that's it.

He's used to crisis, whoever he is.

Okay, so he's a cop.

Ex-cop.

Curiouser and curiouser.

I think we just got insanely lucky.

Now just change the flash memory and
extend that little gray tube. It detects

the radiation intensity.

Damn it.

Son of a... Detach the earpiece from the
bottom of the phone and then clip it to

your belt.

Look, can I ask you something?

You're telling me that this kind of...
That this happens all the time?

Huh. If you even... Just how many
ultra-secret nightmares the government

was covering up, you would never sleep
again.

Just curl up on your bed, weeping and
waiting for the inevitable hellish

apocalypse.

Thanks. Thank you.

Okay, your expert has arrived, Dr.

Finch.

I'm saved.

Hey, look, um...

You'll be okay. I need Sean.

The case. The case. Could you? Could
you?

Wow.

I swear there's some Hawking radiation.

Radiation again. Good. These energy
blast patterns aren't random. They're

organized like brain waves or biologics.
What kind of explosive is this?

G4? Fuel air?

Not what.

Who?

A person is doing this.

Hello? Hello, anybody there?

People don't melt

sidewalks, okay?

Nobody can do that.

I don't believe it.

The universe doesn't care what you
believe.

It doesn't have to make sense to you. It
just has to make sense.

Sorry for throwing up on you.

Was it you being nice to me?

Yes. The windows in the alley weren't
broken. Did you notice that?

Kind of focused on the corpse.

All that destruction and then the
windows were broken.

There's a pattern. Yep, the previous
flare-ups are in tight little clusters.

Riggs a cop?

Yeah, ex-NYPD.

Look, I know what Riggs was doing here.

He had this street under surveillance.

Yeah, a couple hours from the trash.

But he was watching somebody for hours.

Somebody works in a building here.

Okay, he's a pro.

He comes for coffee, but he wouldn't let
the subject out of his sight.

That building.

275 Kingman is the only one with the
door visible from both the alley and the

coffee cart.

Riggs was surprised, okay? He didn't
lure the suspect to the alley.

Suspect cut through the alley on his
own. Ask me why, Kate. Katrina, action.

Alley's a shortcut.

A shortcut home after work.

Where's the mass transit?

Bus station, trolley, all south of you.

Suspect's within walking distance, north
side of the alley.

The first clear are right there.

Anybody live in the center of that
pattern?

Also works at 275 Kingman?

Thank me.

He didn't.

Maybe.

We must locate the subject now.

I'll go.

Thank you.

Nice, nice meeting you.

Thank you very much, Mr. Flynn.

She has a plan, right?

Probably not.

You got a PhD in weird science?

Six. Actually, doctorate. I was in
university when I was 13.

Protocol physics, astrophysics,
electrical engineering, biochemical

engineering, genetics, biomaterials.

Biomaterials?

Combining organic and non-organic
materials together, like fibrinetics or

bionics, but with nanotechnology, you
know.

I know that was the end of the sentence
because you stopped talking.

Well, that's from neurology,
epidemiology.

How'd you have time for life?

I had a life.

Oh, yeah, no, I'm just saying.

I went out.

Good for you.

I had boyfriends.

Many boyfriends.

Is that it? Many.

The door was open.

So I don't.

You went to college. I joined the
Marines.

What did you learn in the Marines?

I like simple answers, and I have an
elevated capacity for violence.

Is that useful?

You'd be surprised.

I think that Jenkins is a good guy.

No. There's a schedule on the fridge.

Be volunteers at the local library.

Fifty bucks a month to an animal
shelter.

Bad guys don't like dogs.

Hitler did.

The seizures are getting worse.

They're days, days. I can feel it
clawing at my brain from inside. It's

causing severe nosebleeds. I don't want
to hurt anyone.

Yet. Yes, I'm yet.

Drunk. Oh, no.

Oh, no!

Whatever energy field he sets up, it
doesn't interact well with liquids.

Glass. The glass shower. On a molecular
level, glass is a liquid.

Uh-uh.

Uh-huh.

Hey,

guy, you still there?

Windows are intact.

Just like in the alley.

Wow.

We would have been... You saved our
lives.

9-5-5.

You're not melted.

Jenkins had some sort of seizure.

I don't know how he's doing it, but...

Jenkins is the source.

Your name isn't Jenkins.

Explain. You got shouted at us in
Russian.

Your body's sprying. You don't scream
out your second language.

I took high school French. When I got
shot, I didn't start yelling about the

bibliotheque in my crown jaune.

You have a yellow pencil?

Yep, and it's Trey Grove.

You were shot?

Richard Jenkins did.

Vladimir Putekin.

Passport CCCP, old school Soviet Union,
all the way.

Damn it.

Mr. Flynn, you are turning out to be one
hell of a detective.

Thanks, and stop calling me Mr. Flynn.
You sound like my fifth grade English

teacher and you're pissing me off.

We know who's doing this. Now, what's he
doing and how's he doing it?

Sean, listen up. This is the cool part.

Welcome to the global frequency.

968.

Audrey McGovern, you're on the global
frequency. I have satellite data for you

to look at.

I

have

Nadia Krashen from Small Links. Nadia
Trach Jenkins,

or as we know his Russian name.

Puchekin was Soviet Army. Nothing
special until his final notes. He tested

high on a graph-zimmer test.

He disappeared after that.

If I may. Dr.

Kane, medical historian, retired.

Dr. Elias Graf Zimmer was disbarred
after intrusive medical experiments

attempting to prove the existence of
psychic phenomena among African

Americans in the late 1950s.

Intrusive? He drilled into their heads.

Who do we have on paranormal research in
the Soviet Union, late 60s, early 70s?

Danny Foyle, Archivist, Library of
Congress.

The Fortean Times had copies of KGB
files from that decade. No names, but

Nadia sent me Jenkins' serial number.
Now, it matches up to something called

Operation Mercury.

Operation Mercury was a major part of
the Soviet Army's psychic research

program. Oh, this guy.

No, it's true. During the 1970s, the
Soviets had as much money invested in

psychic research as they did their space
program.

Everyone, thank you. You know how much
this means.

Talk. Merci beaucoup.

Gracias. Toda.

Everybody knows the agencies that are
supposed to protect us never talk to

each other.

So, some of the best, scariest
intelligence agents solved the problem.

Now they spy on the spies.

They get all the pieces, they put them
together, and they stop whatever's

coming, whatever the cost.

But who are these people? Miranda knew
with all the secret horrors out there,

no one group could solve every problem.

So if you are the best at what you do,
no matter how strange or obscure

or mundane, one day Miranda Zero appears
on your door and hands

you the phone.

That means that what you do will save
lives.

You are needed.

I'm needed.

You never know who's on the global
frequency.

Do we have anything or anyone left over
from Project Mercury?

All of the scientists on the roster are
dead.

Except for Oskar Sergeyev.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union,
he was one of the scientists the NSA

grabbed because of the value of his
research.

He was then brought to the States, but
no record of him after that.

If the NSA has Sergeyev, I have an idea
of where he might be.

Dr. Finch and Ms.

Sean, I'm depending on you to... track
Jenkins on the ground.

He's on foot, now we're on foot. We
might be able to pick up his track.

Okay.

I've seen him do the whole, you know,
the thing.

I'll give you that. But he's not doing
it with his brain. Guy's got a bomb or

something. So science isn't real unless
it's something he can punch or kick?

Kick test is a very good test.

Barry Julian?

Don't eat the Kung Pao chicken, Barry.

It's mine.

Look, I can be fired for talking to you,
all right? I can be fired for even

knowing you exist.

Oh, stop panicking. You're an NSA agent.
Have a little dignity.

Hang up on me.

I will kill your entire family.

Why won't you leave me alone?

Because we're friends, Barry.

Oscar Sergeyev, Russian scientist. We
would have grabbed him in the mid-90s

after the Soviet collapse. I believe
he's in one of the three secure

lockdowns there.

The National Security Agency has no such
illegal facilities.

Barry, I designed those illegal
facilities. Which one is it?

He's in Zulu.

Thank you.

Don't even dream of telling them I'm
coming.

NSA lockdown.

Code name Zulu.

I'm going in.

There's an automatic lockdown timer.
Once the front door opens, all that

security has to be bypassed in less than
60 seconds.

Well, this should be very interesting.

I can hack it.

No need.

I left a backdoor code when I designed
it.

What is it?

Your birthday.

Oh, that's so sweet. Fifty-five seconds.

Ma'am, got a piece of my D.

Hey, let's, let's arrive.

Uh, let's...

Yeah, A-List, there's a keyboard access
to the retinal scanner.

Hmm?

Use the phone, I'll decrypt.

You didn't doubt me, did you?

General Purcell, we have an unauthorized
entry.

Specter 6, level 3.

Shoot the hell out of it.

Yes, sir.

Let's go. Move, move.

Oscar Sergeyev?

Yeah.

I'd like to talk to you about Project
Mercury.

He's putting out way more power than his
brain can generate.

He's not doing this with his brain.

Okay, Jenkins is showing up on
satellites lit up like a city block.

You're right.

Exactly like a city block. He's
interfacing. Skimming off the city

electrical grid.

Yep, part of the early flare-ups were
voltage drops in the San Francisco power

line. Can we track him that way?

Ah, got him.

Big power variant, three blocks south of
you, down by the waterfront.

Trying to save innocent lives.

You saw how upset he was when he started
to melt down with us in the room.

Jenkins doesn't want to hurt anybody.
He's a good guy.

Oh, there's no way for you to know that.

Come on, Kate, didn't you ever just know
something, you know, in your gossip?

I hate when you call me Kate.

All right, say a good start.

Project Mercury.

We had all these young people.

So gifted.

There was a boy. He could see into rooms
through locked doors.

There was a girl. She could heal with
her hands.

My job was to make them weapon.

Project in what we say.

Project in.

Project in. To begin, he had the most
stupid little ability.

He could explode light bulbs.

He's doing more than blowing up light
bulbs. Light bulbs. This was before we

adjusted him.

We put a computer chip in his head.

And this is 1979, so he's not Chip like
you think. No, he's this big.

It nearly killed him.

What does the chip do?

Chip extends his power down to the
quantum level.

Everything, everything around him just
dissolves.

He doesn't have a bomb. He is a bomb.

You made a human bomb.

Put your hands in the air now.

I'm warning you.

Put your hands in the air now.

You are very, very under arrest.

You're Miranda Zero.

I could shoot you for espionage just for
being here.

We don't have time for this particular
game right now. In 18 minutes, something

horrible happens in San Francisco.

He's having sex.

You don't have the right to be on
government... I am saving lives.

That gives me the right.

No government, no border stops me.

You stop him now.

Contact the Secretary of Defense.

You tell him I know what happened in
Tecumseh, Idaho.

You just tell him. So just call the
Secretary of Defense and say one word.

That's right, Tecumseh. There's a cell
phone number. Nobody knows that number.

So call.

If I'm bluffing, you can shoot me two
minutes later.

I highly doubt you're that busy.

Watch it.

Finish. Now.

The seizures, are they with the
electrical surgeons?

Yes.

The chip, it was never supposed to last
this long.

Take it!

Take it!

It was the Cold War.

When he was sent here, he was a weapon.

We can help you.

Stay back.

We're here to help.

Did you ever do something when you were
young and stupid?

When he received the signal, he was
supposed to detonate himself.

But Soviet Union fell.

I came here full of hate.

But I love this place, these people.

I know.

But the chip sits in brain fluid.

It rots. It short-circuits finally.

Stop running, okay? Let me just... Now,
it

builds up, charge goes off again and
again and again until finally, one last

time, he will overload.

He's already destroying entire city
blocks. What happens on the last

overload? The more electrical power he
feeds off, the bigger his explosion. So,

what happens? Well, where exactly is he?

Substation for the city electrical grid.

A power plant?

How bad is it?

Remarkably awful.

You're

free

to go.

Thank you.

I'll need access to your comm center the
day I've come with me.

Can he stop the process?

No.

Did he just arm the chip?

No, it's lodged in his skull.

What happened in Tecumseh?

Caleb, I'm accessing the local control
system. Can you help me out? Can you

limit the power passing through this
room? I can't.

Jenkins fried the local system. But
check the schematics.

There are old controls under the
abandoned access tunnels.

Okay, fuse maker from 1947. You can
throw it manually. Cut the power under

it by 90%. There's a 90 degree bend
here.

Maybe two feet of clearance here, and
then you'd have to go back.

How is this even possible?

Aren't we the global frequency?

Hey, Aleph, I need you to find somebody
for me.

What's their name?

Well, I don't know their name.

I know what they do.

Call up NATSAT-15 and push the EM
spectrum. It should be in place.

That's San Francisco.

A-list, alert Dr. Finch and Mr. Flynn.

Jenkins' explosive power is directly
proportional to the strength of nearby

electrical fields.

That's not really great.

Because they found him in the middle of
a power plant.

Dr. Finch?

I heard.

How big of a boom are we talking about?

He's sitting on gigawatts of power.

Most of the electricity for the entire
city is passing through this room.

Hey, Sean, check your phone. I sent you
the address of the person you requested.

What, is she the only one?

She's the only one close enough.

I've estimated the size of the final
blast and the energy available here.

You've got to hurry. You've only got 15
minutes.

Is there anything we can do?

Can you get close to him?

No, he's already drawing too much power.
But Sean has a plan.

Sean has a plan?

Liz McKenna, you are on the global
frequency.

Hey, Liz, please.

I know, it sounds completely and totally
crazy. Look, I didn't believe it until I

got pulled in. Your phone.

Yeah, yeah, the phone. It's all real.
It's completely real.

We have ten minutes before everybody in
San Francisco dies.

Please.

You need it.

Yeah.

I think... I think I have a solution.

Is this the only way?

Yes.

Kay!

Kay Finch, Liz McKenna. UCal Gymnastics.

Team captain.

What do you need me to do?

Air piece?

We can talk to each other.

Liz, squeeze past these pipes.

See this breaker? Pull it.

Come on.

Here's the entrance.

I'm a little scared.

I'm terrified.

How are you

doing, Liz?

Almost there.

She did it. He'll still overload in 15
to 30 seconds. You can get to him now.

Go. Okay.

Liz got me in.

What's the plan?

Sean, can you get your hands on a gun?

Yeah, I got a gun.

I'm sorry, but you'll have to destroy
the chip while it's still in his head.

Uh-uh. No.

No. No.

This is not the solution that I would
prefer.

I'm not shooting a man in cold blood.
You do understand that if you don't do

this, you will die.

Fine. Fine. And Dr. Finch dies.

And that young girl you just pulled out
of bed dies.

And three million other people die.

Sean, this is what we do.

We make the choices and we accept the
consequences.

We walk with blood on our hands so that
other people don't have to.

We're out of time.

She's gonna blow.

Sean, I believe you have something of
mine.

Miranda Zero, your real name?

The only one you're getting.

You just saved three million lives.

And nobody will ever know.

Nope.

Not what you're doing in San Francisco.

You know, I got fired in Boston.

How would you like to come and work for
me?

Like Kate?

Like Dr. Finch.

And Mr. Riggs before he died, and many
others around the world.

Yeah, I don't know if you noticed,
but...

I had no idea what I was doing.

Yes, you were singularly clueless.

Totally. Making it up as I went along.

But when nothing is certain, there is no
skill more valuable than that of

improvisation.

I've lost my detective. Be my detective.

I don't trust you.

I've done unspeakable things.

But when I formed the global frequency,
I made a bet that ordinary people will

do extraordinary things when given the
chance.

And I was right.

And it's made every...

Partners? No, I'm training you.

Oh, yeah.

You're training me.

So, you have to listen to me

and do what I say.

Sure, Kate.

Katrina.

Or Dr. Finch.

Hey,

hey, hey.

You are on the global frequency.

Boys and girls!