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Jake Foley was an ordinary guy

until a freak accident
transformed him

into the world's first
computer-enhanced man.

Millions of microscopic computers

interface with his biochemistry

and make him stronger and faster,

able to see and hear farther
than normal men.

They give him the power

to control technology with his brain.

Jake Foley - America's secret weapon.

He takes on missions no
ordinary agent can perform.

He is the ultimate human upgrade.

Could you please identify
yourself for the record?

Agent Jake Foley,

the human subject

with millions of tiny robots inside.

Did you see the way he stood up to us

This isn't about our
"field performance",

this is about you
finding a scapegoat.

- You're out of line, son.
- that's a soldier.

- You like him.
- I hate and fear him,

but a man like that bent to your
will could accomplish anything.

I don't believe he's
bent to anyone's will.

You follow orders,
just like everyone else.

that's the problem.
One I intend to rectify.

All right. So who had
the chicken crisp?

That's me.

And Deputy Director Beckett?
What did you order?

Vegetable soup. Green salad.
Brown rice.

Now we know how she keeps
her girlish figure.

Oh! Here's my pepperoni pizza

with anchovies and artichokes.

The two A's that make
a meal worth having.

Mmm. Dig in, guys.

Mm-mmm.

We're clear.

The "two A's that make
a meal worth having"?

I'm not a spy, okay?
You guys are the spies.

I thought this war was
with our enemies out there,

not our superiors in here.

Well, get used to it.

There are factions upstairs who
don't want to see us succeed.

They're threatened by things
they can't control,

and they can't control you.

What?

Lou, Diane and I had a talk.

What, you're voting
me off the island?

No, but

we can have lives after this program.

We can move on.

You, on the other hand,
are the program.

If it shuts down, Jake...

What?

You going to put me in a cage five
miles underneath the rocky mountains?

Oh, god.

I have a contact,
an identity specialist.

He creates new lives for people

and erases the old ones.

He operates outside normal channels.

Now, what he does is neither
legal nor cheap.

But he owes me.

Big time.

If you want it,

there's a way out of this war.

Three hundred year-old rivalries

have flared up again
in Kembu, Africa.

A radical paramilitary faction

lead by General Iniko Baako

has broken last year's cease fire

and is attempting to overthrow
the parliamentary democracy

established by King Namir,

the patriarch of the
royal family of Kembu.

Namir issued this statement
early this morning.

Kembu is a country that
is run by its people,

and we will stand our ground
before this tyrant Baako,

as we always have.

And our allies from around the world

will stand with us.

His allies are us and the French.

Well, I guess when it comes
to the bleeding, that means us.

As long as the oil fields
of Kembu produce, it does.

What's the king asking for?

Very little, but he's
worried about his son.

The prince.

There has been no comment yet
from Prince Malik of Kembu

who's in attendance
at a private university

in the Washington, D.C. Area.

The unrest in Kembu
raises the potential

for an assassination attempt
on American soil.

Mm-hmm. How credible are the threats?

Judging from General Baako's
bloody track record,

I'd say very.

He doesn't just kill his enemies,
he kills their families.

We're talking about putting our
own agents in the line of fire.

I see.

What's Jake Foley up to?

Hello, Jake.

Hey, uh, hello,
Executive Director Warner.

Please, call me Valerie.

I just ran into Warner in the hall.

She was pleasant.

- Now I'm really scared.
- You should be.

- She has an assignment for you.
- Yeah? What is it?

Protecting Prince
Malik Namir of Kembu

until the unrest in his
country subsides.

Bodyguarding a Prince.

Doesn't sound so bad.
What's the catch?

It's dangerous. You could end up
between the prince and a bullet.

And it's delicate.
If the prince gets hurt,

Warner blames us.
You get hurt...

- Warner blames us.
- You are a good candidate.

You're close to the Prince's age

and you are the ultimate human
surveillance system.

We'd have a team of agents
working with you.

Kyle would head a group here,
profiling VISAs,

looking for potential sleeper cells
working for General Baako.

So you wouldn't be alone
out there. Still,

have you given any thought
to what we talked about?

It's about all I've been doing.

And?

And...

I haven't made a decision
on that front yet.

So, in the meantime,

I guess I wouldn't mind hanging
out with this prince guy.

You sure?

Yeah, so, uh, where am I going?

To live in a castle somewhere?
It'd be kind of cool to see a moat.

- Watch out!
- Ow.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

No need to put that in the reports.

Hi.

Sorry. Can you throw it here?

Sorry!

Hey, you guys know where
I can find Malik?

- Upstairs on the right.
- Thank you.

Oh, your highness.

I'm Jake Foley.
I was assigned to protect you.

Uh,

I'm with the NSA.

Jambo?

I don't believes he speaks swahili.

Actually, I grew up in Vermont.

- There's not a lot of call for it.
- Sorry.

- You're Jake?
- Yeah.

I'm Malik.

You bow to me, call me your highness,
anything like that, you're fired.

This is Tracey.

I know what you're thinking.
"Isn't that a woman's name?"

No, no, I wasn't thinking that.

Smart man.

- It's nice to meet you both.
- Likewise.

- So, you're my bodyguard.
- Yeah.

Are they downsizing at the NSA?

Well, didn't you hear?
Scrawny's the new big.

All right, ground rules.

I don't like guards
cramping my style,

and I can't have some guy
following me around campus

because that's not suave.

So, you keep your distance,

nobody gets hurt.

Uh, I'm afraid you might.

I was assigned to protect you, so,

I'm sorry, but that's
what I'm going to do.

- Hold on.
- It's cool, it's cool.

Is that so?

Pretty much.

You're not hanging with me, man.

- At least not in those clothes.
- What's wrong with these?

Nothing at all,

if you're going to a debate.

Come on.

Perfect.

You want me to wear that?

The crown prince of Tajir
didn't think it was so bad.

He wore it with pride.

Or I tell the NSA
you're not cooperating.

Can I borrow your cell?

All right. I'll be waiting.

Take your time.

All right, I'm coming out,

but I look like some
kind of muppet reject.

Jake, Jake,

I have the Prince on
the northeast perimeter.

Where are you?

- Yeah, I'm on him.
- Okay.

Excuse me, Tracey.

I'll excuse you in five minutes,
but until then,

my word to Malik and
two C-notes in my pocket

is keeping me right here.

Tracey, I'm going to give
you three seconds to move.

Or what?

- Where is he?
- He's going past the science building.

How'd you do that?

'Cause I'm good at my job.

You are never to get into a vehicle

unless I check it first.

I'm sorry.

So, how much is my freedom
going to cost me?

You can't bribe me, Malik.

Well, that's disappointing.

Yeah, well, like it or not,
you're stuck with me.

Have it your way.

- Seat belt.
- What?

Whoa...!

My last bodyguard, Bobby Dean -

he took two to the head.

- You ever seen brain?
- No.

It's nasty.

It's nothing personal,
Jake, it's really not.

It's just that bodyguards,
they get hurt.

Then you got to bring flowers
to the hospital, the grave...

Aren't you worried
about getting a ticket?

Two words - diplomatic immunity.

- Yeah, how about dying?
- That'll come soon enough.

In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy
every moment to the fullest.

Would you watch out?!

What? It was yellow.

General Baako's army swept
through the northern cities

of Ujeme and Nyumba

in war-torn Kembu today.

King Namir responded
by deploying troops

to the country's rich oil fields,

and, according to
unconfirmed reports,

Baako now controls two

of the country's
four electric plants.

How does the news know
that before we do?

- Well, they said it was unconfirmed.
- Well, it's confirmed now.

Baako has two of the electric plants?

No. Three.

The king told us two hours ago
he controlled all four.

- Well, he's lying.
- Well, he's our ally. Why would he lie?

To appear stronger
than he is, and Diane...

What, this doesn't really concern me?

Well, you know what? Jake does,

and if you're going to
assign him to the field,

I think I have a right to know
what's going on... ma'am.

Well, that's part
of the problem, Diane.

We don't know what's going on.
We need better intel.

We have people in the capital.

Who do we have that's
close to the king?

Uh, Jake is.

Well, he's guarding
the king's only son.

- Hello.
- How's it going with the Prince?

I'd say on a scale of one to ten,

it's about a two.

- Jake...
- No, it's fine. What do you need?

I need you to find out what his
father is telling him about the war.

Kyle, this guy's not exactly
thrilled to have me around.

You want me to spy on him?

We're the National Security Agency.
It's kind of what we do.

Look for any e-mails or
other communications.

If the king's going
to be honest with anyone,

it'll be with his son and heir.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- Come on, come on, fellas.

You're all right, man,
you're all right.

Hey, you.

Hey. I was just, uh...

We need someone to fill in
for Little Mike. Can you ball?

I'm not exactly what the doctors
call coordinated.

Come on, Jake.

I mean, it's not like we going
to pass you the ball anyway.

Come on, man.

- Give me the ball.
- Come here.

Basically, you stay out of my way.

I'll take care of business,
all right?

Here we go! I'm ope... ah.

Sorry.

It's all right.

Jake!

Sorry.

I'm open!

Hey!

Ow. Hold on a second, guys.

- Sorry.
- Come here, Jake. Come here, man.

What did I say about
getting in my way?

- I'm doing my best.
- Are you?

Cause we're getting
blown out right now.

We're just wondering if Whitney
Houston and Kevin Costner

are going to toss it in or
keep playing. Come on, man

Shut your mouth, kid.
Sit this one out, Foley.

I can take care of it myself.

All right, all right.

Our ball.

Have you got a concussion,
or something?

Hey, you know when I said
I was doing my best?

I lied.

Whoo!

All right, Jake, okay.

All right.

Game point! Dish it off, Jake!

I'm open!

I'm open!

Ooh!

You just got schooled
by Kevin Costner.

That's what I'm talking about!

So, where'd you learn to play
like that, Foley?

Mean streets of Akron, Ohio. You?

The guarded royal compounds of Kembu.

Where I watched Michael Jordan,
game five at the forum,

win the bulls their first NBA finals.

Ah, you wanted to be like Mike.

No, no, just wanted him
to teach me how to play.

Dad flew him out for a week.

He showed me his crossover,
fadeaway, you know.

Yeah.

Yeah, I, uh, owned a pair
of Air Jordans once.

We may have more in common
than you think.

You're a good guy, Jake.

I don't say that often.

My father raised me to trust no one.

- What's he like?
- He's a good man.

Good as you can be
given his position.

He's done a lot of things
he's not proud of.

But people have been plotting against
my family for hundreds of years.

There's a legacy of bloodshed there.

Between you and me,

it's not something I want
to become a part of.

Who says you have to?

It's my destiny.

Can't change that.

I'm going to crash out.

You know what, Jake?

I'd visit you in the hospital.

But flowers - that's
where I draw the line.

All right, man,
I'll see you later.

Jake.

About the outfit.

Crown Prince of Tajir never wore
anything like this, did he?

No. But you can keep it.

Or burn it, or whatever.

Okay.

You know where I'll be.

All members of the royal family

must be eradicated to ensure

our complete success.

The prince is your primary target.

Jake. Jake.

Jake.

Jake.

Yeah, I'm here.

Jake, there's a breach
in dormitory security.

Someone just entered
through an emergency exit,

and they're headed your way.

Hands in the air!

Uh...

sorry.

Sorry.

Now I'm going to hand
Malik some utensils.

You're not going to try
and jump me, are you?

Well, if you try and assassinate him with
that spoon, you leave me little choice.

Tell me about yourself, Jake.

Do you know karate? Jujitsu? Kung-fu?

Uh, a little judo. Sixth grade.

So what exactly makes you qualified
to protect the Prince?

I mean, no offense, but
I could probably kick your ass.

Anna, he's cool.
Leave him alone, babe.

No, no. It's okay.
It's a valid question.

Um,

all I can really say is that
it's mostly up here.

Otherwise, it would kind of hard
to kill a man with your bare hands.

You killed a man
with your bare hands?

I don't know if that's the
truth or an ice cold bluff,

- but I'm feeling you, Foley.
- Fo'shizzle?

Okay. You don't need to do that.

Baby, I forgot to
invite Ryan tonight.

Hmm.

Don't worry. I'll see him in class.

- This party's going to be off the hook.
- For sure.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Party?

It's Malik's 21st birthday.

Well, happy birthday, but I don't think
a party's such a good idea right now.

We're having a party. I don't
care what your bodyguard says.

Anna, he is looking out for me.

If he doesn't think it's a good idea,
then it's his call.

All right, but you stay
by my side at all times.

Deal. All right, baby.

- We got to run.
- All right.

It's nice to meet you.

Mm-hmm.

So Anna seems like
a pretty nice girl.

Once you get to know her.

She's really special.

It's going to be hard when
I have to break up with her.

What are you talking about?

Eventually, I have to go
back and marry someone

whose lineage is deemed
worthy of a queen.

You're in an arranged marriage?

Yeah. My cousin Shawanda.
She's 14 years old.

Weighs 350 pounds.

Cute face, though.

Okay.

I'm messing with you, man.

I can marry anyone I want.

As long as she's another
royal from Kembu.

All right, so you're choice...

- well, you don't really have a choice.
- Exactly.

Hey.

Good job with Malik's PDA,

but aside from his social activities
calendar for the next six months,

- there was nothing on it we could use.
- I see.

Jake, we're getting a lot of
pressure from above.

Kembu's our biggest
oil supplier in the region.

You're going to have to dig deeper.

I'll see what I can do.

Moving on to some familiar calculus,

who can tell me how we show that

p-zero-one and this
inner product define

inner product spaces?

Am I to believe that

after a week of going over this,
no one knows the answer?

- What are you doing?
- I so know this.

And a brave warrior raises
his hand in the distance.

- Your name?
- Alan.

Uh, Alan Hergott.

Are you in my class?

I'm, uh, auditing.

Even more impressive.

Proceed to dazzle us.

Well, since we don't
have an intuitive picture

of the p-zero-one vector,

we just need to integrate the product

of the two factors and
evaluate from zero to one.

That'll give us a real number.

Well, that would be
an excellent answer

if it wasn't entirely wrong.

Now, who would like
to correct Mr. Hergott?

Atone for his failure.

His mistake

is in the interpretation of
the inner product definition.

We're not interested in
the value of the integral,

but that it satisfies the four
properties of the definition.

We can apply the properties
of the Riemann integral,

beginning with the

symmetry condition, and...

there you go.

Similarly, three other conditions

can be proven through the properties
of the Riemann Integral.

Good work, Malik.

Now we can prove some results
from the property spaces.

Nice brick back there
in front of class.

Yeah, yeah. It's not like I majored
in computer science or anything.

So, what do we got next?

Early 19th century Eastern
European literature.

Great.

I was actually looking forward
to coming back to college.

Hey, babe.

Find anything interesting,
Agent Foley?

What are you talking about, Ann?

I just saw your bodyguard
hand off something to a woman

I can only assume
was another NSA Agent.

What was it?

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

What was it?

Jake?

I can't tell you.

You... you're not protecting me.

You're spying on me.

- I told you he was bad news.
- Nothing personal, right?

You know, I was actually starting to
trust you. I should have known better.

Malik...

- Stay away from me, Foley.
- You know I can't do that.

- You're fired.
- What?

You heard me. Get out of here.

You can't fire me!

He fired me.

Anything from Jake?

King Namir sent the Prince
an e-mail yesterday.

And?

You tell me.

"The flowers have all faded...
blow if you will, autumn wind."

I didn't know the king was a poet.

He's not.

These are the last words
of Lord Usagi in Feudal Japan

just before he was beheaded.

I think the King is trying
to send his son a message.

That he's going to lose the war.

Or his life.

If the king is this vulnerable,

General Baako will make sure

there's no heir left
to assume the throne.

We've just red-flagged
three student visas.

Possible Baako sleepers.
Stream the pictures to Jake.

Make sure he stays
close to the prince.

Come on, Trace. Let me in.

Hey, the name's Tracey,
and you're not on the list.

Yes, I am on the list. I see my name.
It's right there.

That's right. It says, "Don't let
Jake Foley in." Now, get out of here.

- What's up?
- How ya doing?

- All right. Peace.
- Have fun.

Why are you still here?

Look, I can call the NSA and
shut this whole thing down.

Go for it.

Hello!

We've got some hits.
Potential sleepers.

I'm sending you their pictures now.

Don't lose sight of the prince.

Well, that's going to be kind
of difficult 'cause he fired me.

- He can't fire you.
- That's what I said.

Listen, Jake, you need to fix this.

- If the brass finds out...
- Hey, it was your stupid idea

to start spying on him
in the first place.

Just hold on. Let me look at these.

Kyle, I saw this guy.
He just went into the party.

I'm sending backup.
Get to the prince... now.

Yeah.

- Foley! It's not going to happen.
- Sorry, Tracey.

- For what?
- This!

Hey, hey, hey!

Excuse me, excuse me.

Pardon me, excuse me... sorry.

Pardon me... excuse me.

Malik!

What's up Daddy? Baby!
You're so good!

Yeah, so... I'm in
the middle of something.

Malik!

Aww...

Malik!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah. All right. I understand.

All right.

Thanks.

And for the record... you're rehired.

I can't believe this.

It's okay, baby. Everything's
going to be all right.

We just received intel from Kembu.

- The war over?
- Yes.

The king is dead.

What is it?

Malik, your father's dead.

West perimeter. Got it covered.

Copy that.
Displace to rear parking lot.

I say again, rear parking lot.

- Stairwells?
- We're green.

- Now I want a man on every rooftop.
- Yeah.

King Namir's assassination
virtually assures

that General Inako Baako

will be Kembu's new ruler.

Now, the State Department
has not issued

an official response
to the rebel coup,

except to say that so far,

the situation remains fluid.

Can I get you anything?

I'm fine.

We got to go.

- Kyle...
- It's not open for discussion.

Lou needs to see you, now.

Don't go. We want you here.

I'm sorry.

Look, we're leaving an army here,

nothing's going to happen,
I promise.

Sorry about your father, Malik.

At which point I used the necessary
force to enter the dormitory

where I found the suspect armed and
directly threatening Prince Malik.

But you guys already know all this.
Why'd you bring me here?

Jake, your work was exemplary.

But you're not sending me back.

Well, who's protecting him?

The prince is going to have
to make his own arrangements.

We've been ordered to pull
our security detail.

That's straight from Director Warner.

He's as good as dead without us.
He needs us.

Tomorrow morning, the state department
is going to announce the commencement

of diplomatic talks with
Baako's new government.

We're changing sides.
Just like that.

Whatever happens, Jake,

you went in there as ordered,

you proved yourself,
you proved our unit.

It's a small victory, but we
have to take what we can get.

We promised to protect the prince.

Yes, we did.

Agent Foley.

I'm glad to see you're okay.

I'm glad you're glad.

Excellent work tonight.

Prince Malik won't be
so lucky the next time.

King Malik.
If he can rule a country,

he can procure his own bodyguards.

You didn't have to give
the order to abandon him.

Do you know something I don't?

This agency's job is to uphold
the nation's foreign policy.

Protecting the enemy of our new
ally contradicts that policy.

And you're fine with that?

I'm an instrument
of our country's will.

So is everyone in this building,
including you.

An instrument.

Word of advice?

Leave your politics at home.

- And my ethics?
- Not my call.

I barely know you.

Malik!

Malik?

There's nothing more
I can do. It's over.

Don't worry, man.
I'm not going to jump.

Even if I tried,
you'd probably save me.

Listen, uh...

I have some bad news.

The United States
has changed its mind.

Baako's your man now.

Hey...

just because we're not
offering you asylum

doesn't mean somebody else won't.

You see those lights over there?

That's embassy row.

Go over there any night of the week
and somebody's throwing a party.

Only tonight,
they all must be partying,

because not a single one of them
has returned my phone calls.

The South African ambassador said
he'd call you in the morning.

He's going to be busy.
He'll be in a meeting.

You don't know that.

Anna, I grew up watching this dance.

I know when it's over.

Thank you, Jake.

For what? I didn't do anything.

You did all you could.

It's my destiny.

People who run this place - Skerritt,

Warner - they don't even consider
Malik a human being anymore.

He's a loose end.

Yeah, well, that's how they
look at the world.

Not going to change.

You didn't think it would, did you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I did.

Go figure.

I just, uh...

What?

I just think you need
to make peace with it,

because at the end of the day,

there's nothing you can do about it.

I don't know if I can
do this anymore, Diane.

Jake, if, uh...

if you decide that this life
isn't for you, and...

if I come here tomorrow and
you're not here... I just...

I want you to know
that I would understand.

And I'd really, really miss you.

Are you sure you want to do this?

I just don't see any
other way around it.

So,

thanks for everything
you taught me.

Yeah, well...

I'm sorry it wasn't enough.

Mr. Wenk.

Oh, call me Earl. Everyone does.

Actually, everyone that does
ends up dead to the world.

So how do we do this?

We don't do anything.

You give me your car,

I.D., credit cards,
kiss them good-bye.

Couple of days from now, one of your
neighbors notices a horrible stench.

Cops break down the door,

find the decomposed remains of a man
your height, weight, color

in a tub of maggoty slime.
Apparent suicide.

I call that "the bowl of soup."

I could also blow you up in your car.

That one I call "The Erik Estrada."

Also known as "The Ponch."

- Where do you get the body?
- The morgue.

I only kill people on paper.

Anyway, while I'm out desecrating
the dearly departed,

you're on a train to sunny Jalisco
with a brand-new identity.

The identity, is it bulletproof?

Kevlar.

Let's get this straight.
This is a one-time deal.

A favor for your buddy Kyle.

After tonight, you're dead to me.

More importantly,
you're dead to the world.

You don't come back from this one.

Lou...

hey, I thought that
I would find Jake here...

maybe.

You won't.

Jake.

Hey. You're late

for your morning work-up.

Director Beckett, Agent Duarte,

something you need to see.

In another tragedy for
the royal family of Kembu,

Prince Malik, last remaining
heir to the throne,

was killed in a car bombing
early this morning.

Also killed, an unnamed
female companion.

Now, the deaths come only hours
after the state department

announced it's support
of the regime change.

Why don't we take a walk?

We're clear.

I know what you did.

You took The Prince and his girlfriend
to see Mr. Wenk, didn't you?

You do realize that was
a one-time only deal?

You gave Malik your
ticket to a new life.

He needed it more.

You have a good heart, Jake.

I'm not so sure about your timing.

The guy who was after
the prince gave her up.

Her real name is Ayana Karanga.

She's a part of General
Baako's radical group.

She was sent in a year ago
to get close to the Prince.

I sent her away with him.

I know.

And now she's going to kill him.

No, no, no, no, no.

You and I cannot be seen together.

Just tell us where Prince Malik is.

Never heard of him.

You know as well as I do,
once they're gone, they're gone.

Not this time.

The girl he's with
is trying to kill him.

- Not my problem.
- Earl,

listen to me very carefully.

You're not the only one who knows
how to make people disappear.

Fine. Fine.

But I'm never going
to help you again, ever.

Where are they?!

What's the matter?

Nothing. It's great, right?

We're finally out.

This is what you
always wanted, Malik.

So why do I feel like a coward?

You're not a coward.

I take it we're not
calling in for backup?

We're going to have
to handle this ourselves.

I love you.

I love you, too, babe.

They told me to get close to you,

but I got too close.

- What?
- I'm sorry.

Anna, stop!

Stop! Don't do this! Anna, stop!

Lay down!

Hey!

Don't move!

- Are you okay?
- Let her go! Let her go!

Let her go! She's trying
to kill herself!

She couldn't kill me,
so she tried to kill herself.

Let her go.

It's all right.

It's not all right. It's
never going to be all right!

It's been going on
for three hundred years!

Shh.

- We can escape.
- We can't escape it.

Jake! Are you all right?

It's okay. Come here.

She's right.

You can't escape it.

But you might be able to change it.

In world news,
Prince Malik of Kembu,

believed dead in a car
bombing earlier this week

has re-surfaced in his homeland.

Seen here in a videotape
broadcast throughout Africa,

the prince has married
a former Baako loyalist,

and has now marshaled
a coalition army

to retake his country.

You wanted to see me, ma'am?

Yes.

Did you know about this,
Agent Foley?

Yes, I did.

I heard about it on the radio.

It's an amazing story, isn't it?

Unbelievable.

That man may just have what it
takes to reclaim his throne.

I don't doubt it.

The real question is
who are we going to back?

The winner, of course.

Good night, Jake.