All language subtitles for web of lies

(Horns honking)

(Siren wailing)

- Thank you.

(Stereo turns on)

** There's always something

* Something about you

* That brings me back to you

* And then

* When I see you moving

* It drives me crazy

* I guess that really
brings me back to you *

* Crazy

* Drive me crazy

* It always brings me
back to you *

* I'm crazy *

(Gasping)

- Don't stop
on my account.

You have
something to say?

- Yeah. You were
supposed to call me.

** It feels so good
in love *

* I believe

* In your love

* Your love, my love

* I can't change
the way I feel *

* Your love, my love

* 'Cause it's all

* It's all

* All I want

* 'Cause it's all

* It's all

* All I want *

What's he
meant to be?

- Oh... I would've
thought you'd know.

- Mm-mmm.

- That's Isidore
of Seville.

Patron Saint of Computers
and Computer Geeks everywhere.

- You certainly
fit the bill.

- Maybe I should
get you one.

We'll have
a matching set.

- Please, I'm no geek!

- Yeah, right! Why?

Just 'cause you look
as hot as you do

and you don't live in
your parents' basement?

- (Laughing):
Stop!

- Besides...

what's wrong with
being a geek?

- Nothing.

It's one of the reasons
I love you so much.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Just thinking about my
meeting I have tomorrow.

- Well, why don't you spend
less time worrying about that

and spend a little more
time worrying about me?

Josh?

Are you coming
back to bed?

- Yeah, babe.

I'm just finishing something for
work, OK? I'll be right there.

- Are you going already?

- Yeah, I got
that meeting.

- Will I still
see you for dinner?

- I promise.

(Siren wailing in distance)

Yeah.

No, it's done.
I'm on my way.

Where are you now?

But that's not what
we agreed to. You said...

Say that again.

No. No, there's
no problem at all.

We'll be there.

(Tires screeching)

(Explosion)

(Car alarm blaring)

(Panting)

Josh!

JOSH!

(Crying)

- Ms. Turner?
- Hmm.

- Mr. Brobin said you'd
be gone all week.

- Yes, I figured 4 days without
me was all you could handle.

- I just wasn't expecting...
I mean, are you OK?

- I'm fine. Did you reschedule
with the development team?

- I've got it pencilled in
for next Thursday,

but I can move it back--

- No, Thursday's perfect.

And the outline from
the testing team?

- It will be on your desk
by the end of the day.

- Great. What am I forgetting?
- Sorry?

- There was something else
I was supposed to handle.

- Um...

I think it's
all covered.

- No, check my schedule.

There was something else.
I'm sure of it.

- Yeah, you wanted me to
clear an afternoon this week

so you could...

s-so you could buy Josh
a birthday present.

I'm sorry.

- No, it's...
It's fine.

- I can always push those test
reports back a couple of days

if you need time.

- Karl, I realize it's
because you care, but I'm OK.

Anything else?

- The Atlantic Ridge
Bank people just came.

Should I put them
in the boardroom?

- Yes, please do.
Thank you.

- Not interrupting, am I?
- Mr. Brobin.

- Karl, would you let them know
we'll be in in just in a minute?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

- So?

- So...

You're here.

- I have work to do
and this is my office.

Where else
should I be?

- You didn't have
to rush back, Abby.

- What I need is
to do stuff, to work.

Get my mind
off of things.

I was going
crazy at home.

And besides, I wasn't
gonna miss today.

- Do the police
know anything yet?

- Ongoing investigation.

They'll keep me posted.
Blah, blah...

- Oh...

You know, Abby, look,
this meeting, these guys...

- Michael, stop worrying!

- OK. Not worried!

(Laughing)

Hey, these guys,
despite whatever they say,

they need a new system.

Now, Neumann's
a good guy.

I met him a couple of years
ago when I did a lecture.

- You gave a lecture? Where?

- At the university
downtown, thank you!

(Laughing)

Give him straight answers.
You're gonna be fine.

You got this?

- Just watch me.

- Thank you.
- Thank you so much.

- Kenneth Kelby, Oswald Neumann,
this is Abigail Turner.

Abby has been our lead designer
for the past 4 years,

and she is at
the top of her field

and ForSecure
is her baby.

And I don't think I'm
exaggerating when I say

that ForSecure is the cutting
edge of security technology.

I've asked Abby to come down
and walk us through it. Abby?

- Thank you.

- Shall we get
started, gentleman?

24-hour-a-day trading.

Nearly $4 billion
in daily turnover.

The foreign-exchange market in
today's digital age is enormous.

And so that
makes it a target.

Viruses, hackers,
Trojans, worms, thieves...

Quite simply put, gentlemen,

there are people
trying to steal your money.

And make no mistake,
they have the means to do it.

What we offer
here at Custodis

is the ultimate in protection.

It's the pinnacle of
foreign-exchange security.

We call it ForSecure.

ForSecure is a unique,

centralized online
software security system

designed specifically to protect
global forex transactions.

- Sorry to interrupt
you, Ms. Turner,

but I'm fairly certain

that we've already got
a security system in place.

- Hmm.

Not like this one.

- After you.

- Thanks.

Well, I'll say, what I've
seen so far has me impressed.

- I'm not so sure your colleague
shares the same opinion.

- Well, it's a good thing

they leave the banking
to the bankers

and the IT to the
IT department, right?

- Maybe that's why

Abby tries to keep me
out of these meetings!

(All laughing)

- So is this...

- The mainframe, yes.
- The mainframe.

- Mm-hmm.
- Do you think I could...

- Oh yes, absolutely.
After you, Abby.

The fastest processors
and the most powerful computer.

- (Oswald):
Wow, very impressive.

- (Abby):
We think so.

- Well, I'm glad you
enjoyed the presentation.

- I did.

- After you.

And do you have
all the specs you need

on the ForSecure system?

- I do.
- Good.

- But listen,
Mr. Brobin,

I don't think I can give
you an answer right away.

But I'll take this
back to my people.

And if they like ForSecure
as much as I do,

we'll be in touch.

- I look forward
to hearing from you then.

- Same here.

- Thank you both for your time.
- Sure.

- Ms. Turner...

it was a real pleasure
meeting you.

- Yes, feeling's mutual.

- Take care.
- You too.

(Sighing)

- You nailed it!

- You think so? I feel like I
could have given more detail--

- You kidding?
They loved you.

Look, I just
wanted to say,

I know how hard it
must be for you to be here

with everything
that's been going on.

But I'm very
glad you were.

Thanks.

- Ms. Turner?

There are 2 people
here to see you.

- Who are they?

- (Clearing throat):
The FBI.

- (Kathy):
You know this man?

- That's Josh.

- His real name is Jarod.
Jarod Leary.

- I'm sorry?
I don't understand.

- Leary's name is on
a list that we monitor.

His murder
raised a flag.

The FBI took over
the investigation.

- A list?
What kind of list?

- A list of known
computer hackers.

- What?

- How long have you two
been involved...

romantically?

- Um...

A little under a year.

I'm sorry, can you
please explain to me

what's going on here?

- Six years ago,
we convicted Leary

of computer fraud
and grand larceny.

He approached females
in high-ranking positions

at a couple of banks.

Seduced them to get
the access he needed

to hack their
computer system.

He stole
a lot of money.

Two years ago, he was
out on parole and disappeared.

- Then, Josh Lawson popped up.

- So what
are you saying?

- We think
he was at it again.

Look, I know this is
difficult for you.

- The Josh I knew--
- Wasn't real, Ms. Turner.

- So you're saying that
this guy targeted Custodis?

- It would make sense.

- You're better
than a bank, right?

- Of course.

Our software protects a lot
of banks and even more money.

So my company's
security's been breached?

- We can't say
for certain.

- Wait, but why does
any of this matter now?

- We've reason to believe
he was working with someone

who's still out there,
who likely murdered him,

who may consider
you a target.

- A target?

- If Leary thought you were key
to whatever he was planning.

- Then whoever
killed Leary

would be thinking
the same thing.

- Ms. Turner, was Leary
ever here in the office?

- Uh...

Yeah... to...

to meet me for lunch.

- OK. Did he have any
access to your passwords?

- No, of course not. No.

- What about your
personal computer?

Did you guys ever
see him use it?

- No.
- I'd like to look at it.

If Jarod was using it,
then maybe he left some clue.

- I can't allow you
to do that.

- Excuse me?

- The material on there
is proprietary.

It belongs to Custodis.

So if you wanna
see that laptop,

you're gonna have to go
through the legal department.

- We can get a warrant for
your computer, Ms. Turner.

- Then get a warrant.

- No, wait, Ms. Turner,
we're not the enemy here.

- I realize that.

But you walk in here and
you tell me that my boyfriend,

who was murdered,

is a stranger
and a criminal.

How did you expect me
to react to that?

- I would have thought
you'd wanna know the truth.

- So Josh had a past. Fine.

What if that's all it was
and he was trying to start over?

- You don't have to talk.

- I hope you're right.

But the truth is,
you may be in danger.

You want to
take that chance?

- She's been through
a great deal.

And I think it's best

if we all had this conversation
another time, all right?

- Well, I guess
we're done here then.

Thank you both
for your time.

Ms. Turner, in case
you remember anything else.

We'll see you soon
with that warrant.

- What just happened?

- All right, Abby, look.

- Michael, I'm so sorry.
I had no idea that Josh--

- It's OK.

- I would never, ever

compromise this
company's security.

- I trust you
completely, Abby.

Now, why don't we
just talk about this?

- Thank you,
but I should go.

- Well, where
are you going?

- Michael, our job
is security.

And given what
the FBI just told us

about Josh-- Jarod--

using me to
infiltrate our system,

I shouldn't be here.

- No, Abby, wait a minute.
Come back here.

All right, Abby, look,

what was all that "legal
department" stuff about?

- I was buying time.

- Time for what?
Abby, where are you going?

- I need to go
through that laptop.

If Jarod did have
an accomplice,

someone might have
access to the system.

So I need to get to work, and
I obviously can't do it here.

- What are you
gonna find?

- I have no idea.

I'd like to have a look at it
before the FBI does.

- Abby...

be careful.

I mean, we're not just dealing
with a regular hacker here.

Whoever did this
has proven

they're willing
to commit murder.

- I know.

(Sighing)

OK, Josh, Jarod...

whoever you are.

OK...

Empty.

He erased the log.

(Sighing)

All right, well...

it's gonna take a lot more
than that to hide from me.

What?

How did I get an account
with $10 million in it?

(Exhaling)

(Sighing)

OK, here we go.

(Clearing throat)

(Exhaling)

Birthday...

(Computer beeping)

I don't even know
your real birthday.

My birthday?

(Typing, computer beeping)

Wishful thinking,
I guess.

(Typing, computer beeping)

(Sighing)

Isidore...

"Yes, like a charm."

"Yeah, to give you
your money."

"I'm a friend of Jarod's."

"This is my computer."

"Jarod's dead."

"Murdered."

"Can we talk?"

(Sighing)

Thank you so much,
Michael, for meeting me.

- It's OK.
Don't worry about it.

So what have
you found?

- Someone's trying
to frame me.

I found a bank
account in my name

with $10 million

and 2 e-tickets for
a flight out of the country.

- So Jarod set you up?

- Jarod was already dead
when the money was transferred,

so I guess it was
his accomplice.

- So if the FBI looks
into the laptop...

- Yeah, they're gonna think
that Jarod wasn't just using me.

They're gonna think
I was in on it, too.

- You didn't wipe
the hard drive, did you?

- No, that would make me
look even more guilty.

- OK, look, we're gonna
talk to the lawyers.

Maybe if we go to FBI right now
with everything we know--

- No, I'm just gonna
spend the next 6 months

trying to prove
that I'm innocent

while the real criminal
just walks away! No!

Michael, I need
to figure this out.

- Well, look, this might
not be our only problem.

As soon as I heard
about this,

I had Owen pull the network
logs from last year

and flag anything
that looked suspicious.

Look at the log
from 6 months ago.

- Someone's flooded the server
with "timed out" requests.

(Scoffing)

Overloaded the system.

It's a diversion to hide what
the hacker's true target was.

- What real target?

- I don't know,
but whatever it is,

we have to assume ForSecure's
software's been compromised.

- What? No,
that's impossible!

ForSecure cannot
be hacked!

- From the outside.

That's true.

But if Jarod
was using my computer

to access
the files directly,

he was on the inside!

- Abby, there's only
so long I can keep this

from the Securities
and Exchange Commission,

from our clients!

My God!
- I know!

- When they hear
about this...

- It's gonna be bad.

- Bad? With all the fraud
on Wall Street right now,

nobody's gonna tolerate
another financial cover-up.

This will be
worse than bad.

- I can't hand in that
laptop, Michael! I can't!

I mean, nobody knows
ForSecure the way I do.

If somebody's
gonna figure out

what Jarod was up to
with all this,

it's gonna be me.

- Do you really think
you can do that, Abby?

- I have a lead.
I just...

I'm gonna
need some time.

- I'm gonna bury this
report for 48 hours.

Give you a chance
to figure it out.

- Thank you, Michael.

- OK.

And, Abby...

These people put $10 million
into your bank account

just to frame you.

Can you imagine what the
endgame is worth to them?

- Enough to have
Jarod killed.

Spider, Spider,
where are you?

Come on.

"After you answer
some questions.

"Like who you are."

(Sighing)

(Cell ringing)

(Man laughing)

(* Techno )

- Hey! What can I get you?

- I'll have a club soda.
- I'll have a beer.

Thanks.

You asked
for this meeting.

- Spider?

- Call me Nick.

- Thank you for coming.

- Don't thank me yet.

You've got till I finish
to say what you gotta say.

- I'm looking
for info.

- How do I know
I can trust you?

- How do I know
I can trust you?

- What do you
wanna know?

- What did Jarod
hire you to do?

- Hack some system

and clog it up with
requests to keep it busy.

That sort of thing.

- Do you know who
Jarod was working for,

who could have
had him killed?

- You're asking questions
I don't got answers to, OK?

- In this bag
is a laptop.

I'm willing to bet that some
of the answers are in there,

if I just knew
where to look.

- And you think I might know
where to look, is that it?

- That's right.

- Someone hires me to
hack a system, I deliver.

That's what I do.

I don't get involved.

- How can you be so
sure they're not gonna

do to you what
they did to Jarod?

- Keep it.

- Please, help me.

- Your time's up.

- No, no,
hold on a second!

We both know that you
were involved in this.

Whatever is on my laptop
has your fingerprints on it.

So you either
help me right now,

or I'll take it
to the FBI.

Up to you.

- You're asking a lot.

- Well, it's a good thing you're
a man who delivers, right?

- OK.

Let's go someplace safe.

I'm parked up the street.
Let's move quick.

Last thing we need is to find
ourselves in the crosshairs

of whoever bombed Jarod's car.

What is it?

- You said "bomb."

- Yeah. So what?

- I never told you
how Jarod died.

I never told
Spider that.

- Shhh!

Don't say a word.

Just get in
the car with me.

Come on. Come on.
Let's go!

- What do you
want from me?

- I want that laptop.

- No!
- Let's go!

- Let go of the bag!
- No!

- Let go of the bag!
- No!

- I will shoot you!

(Car horn honking)

- So this man
who attacked me...

Is he...

- In the hospital.
In critical condition.

- He's in a coma.

- Who is he?

- His name is
Nicolas Kovacs.

- Is he Jarod's partner?

- Doubtful. It looks
like he was a hired gun.

- Our jacket on him says
he's got a background

in arson and explosives.

- Explosives?

- We think he may
have been behind

the car bomb
that killed Leary.

- So you're
telling me that...

whoever Jarod was working with
or whoever hired this guy

is still out there?

- Yeah.

- This isn't over, is it?

- What were you doing
at the club with Kovacs?

- I thought
he was Spider.

- Who's Spider?

- A hacker.

I was contacted online
a few days ago

by someone who said that
they had worked for Jarod.

And they went
by the name Spider.

So I figured
that I could maybe

get to the bottom of
what Jarod was up to.

So I...

met him.

And this guy showed up.

- And no Spider?

- No.

I'm sorry, but can we maybe
do this some other time?

I...

I'd really
like to go home.

- We have just
a few more questions.

- I'm sure it can
wait until tomorrow.

You know what? We'll have
an agent take you home.

Make sure you
get there safe, OK?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Looks like we got
that laptop after all.

- Sorry?

- Your laptop.

Boys at the lab say
it may take a few more days,

but they expect
to recover most

if not all of the data
on your hard drive.

Something you
wanna tell us?

- No.

That's great.

(Exhaling)

- She's hiding something.

- Kathy, come on!

Do you really think
she's still involved?

- Maybe Leary
wasn't using her.

Maybe she's his
mysterious accomplice

and the two of them are
a regular Bonnie and Clyde.

- It could be, but it
doesn't make sense.

- Where are we on the DNA
from the car bomb?

- The lab said we should have it
tomorrow by the end of the day.

Do you want me to
go swing by there?

- No. Right now, I want you
to find anything we have

on our hacker friend.

- Spider?

- Yeah...

Spider.

(Sighing)

- Thanks.

(Gasping)

- Abby Turner.

You wanted to meet.

Here I am.

(Sighing)

- Spider.

- Yup, in the flesh.

So why don't you invite
me up for some coffee?

- Mmm...

Good idea!

So at the club...

you're not
a waitress, right?

- No. I figured it was
a good way to check you out.

Make sure you weren't
a cop or something.

- Why didn't you
say something then?

- I don't know.

Something didn't
feel right.

Plus, that guy showed up.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

So what's your
real name?

I take it your parents
didn't call you Spider.

- OK, let's save the bio stuff
for another time, all right?

Spider will do
just fine for now.

- Fair enough.

So can you at least tell me
how you met Jarod then?

- I didn't.

Well, at least
not in person.

Everything was
done online.

- You contacted him?

- No.

He contacted me.

Offered me a job.

- What kind of a job?

- The kind that pays.

I've been more than
accommodating here.

If you wanna ask me
any more questions,

I'd like to see
the green first.

The money that
Jarod owes me.

That you said
you'd triple.

- I don't have it.

- All right! Well...

- Wait, no. Please.

- Look, you're
not a cop

and you're obviously
not a criminal, OK?

So let me ask you this:
Why do you even care?

- I'm just trying to put
my life back together.

- Mmm!

Herbal tea!
My favourite.

(Sighing)

He wanted me to write
a program for him.

- What does it do?

- It's actually
pretty clever.

The first part generates
a series of dummy bank accounts.

Lots of them.

- And then?

- And then it creates
a series of transaction codes

to move money from one account
into the next account,

and then the old
account disappears

after the transaction's done.

And then it does
it all over again.

(Chuckling)

- That's the getaway.

- What?

- That's how Jarod was
planning on stealing the money

when the job was done.

See, OK, let's just say
that I decide to hack

into a bank's
computer system, right?

I'm gonna steal a whole hell of
a lot of money electronically

from someone's account.

I'm not gonna transfer that
money to an account in my name

and go make a withdrawal.

- That wouldn't be
the smartest move.

- No, I'd move
the money enough times

to make it harder to track.

Your program would
let me do that

while erasing any trace
of where it came from,

making it almost
impossible to find.

- Unless you know where
the master account is.

- Exactly.

- So where'd the money
end up?

- No idea.

That's what
I need to figure out.

- Well, good luck with that.

- Wait! What?
Aren't you gonna help me?

- Pfft! I just did
my good deed for the year.

- Don't you care about a crime
you helped commit?

- I just wrote some lines
of code for a guy.

What he does with it afterwards
is not my problem.

And judging by
the size of the gun

pointed in your face
at the club,

I don't think
I wanna make it my problem.

- But we can do this.
We can figure this out.

- If you wanna figure out where
the money Jarod stole is,

why don't you figure out
how he stole it?

- Jarod would have only needed
my computer

to upload the program.

(Chuckling)

What I'm looking for
isn't even on that laptop.

I have to get to Custodis.

- Thanks for the tea.

- Wait!
I still need your help.

- Take care, Abby Turner.

- If I need something,
how do I contact you?

- You don't.

(Sighing)

(Sighing)

- About time you showed up.

- Ms. Turner,
I didn't know you were--

I just went to get--

- I need you
to sign out a laptop

with a fresh install
of ForSecure

and bring it to
the board room.

Thank you.

- But... All right.

- I need another set of eyes.

- Uh, I don't--
I don't understand.

For what?

- OK, to the right is
the original installer package

for the ForSecure program.

All the files as they're
meant to be installed.

- And on the left
is the program

as it's installed
on the mainframe now.

- That's right. That's the one
the banks are using.

- So--so what exactly
are we looking for here?

- Differences.

- Well, any anomalies
like that,

the system would've
just caught, right?

- Maybe.

Bring up the details

I wanna look at
the modification dates.

(Sighing)

- Well, doesn't seem
to be any discrepancies.

- Yeah, he would have done
something more subtle.

- He? Who?

- That file, right there.

(Sighing)

- Same creation date,
modification date...

I mean, they look like
the same file to me.

- Look at the file size.

- Yeah, the one on
the mainframe is bigger.

Why would it be bigger?

- Because that's where
he hid the virus.

- The virus?
That--that does what?

- That's what we're about
to find out, Karl.

All right, first we isolate
a copy of the file

from the mainframe.

And then...

Aw! Son of a--

- What? What? What?

Look, shouldn't we
tell someone about this?

I mean, it's very...

- I've got it, Karl.
It's fine.

I'm gonna need
to borrow this. Thank you!

- But, uh...
Ms--Ms. Turner?

No problem.

Glad I could help.

(Siren wailing,
horns honking)

- Agent Wilcox.

- Yes, sir?

- Wanna tell me why I'm getting
complaints from the DNA lab

about one of my agents
buzzing around like a gnat,

waiting on some report?

- Yes, sir, because of
the car bomb...

for our case, sir.

- Here.

Next time, be patient.

- Thank you very much, sir.

Simon Davies?
Who's Simon Davies?

Yeah, Kathy, it's Danny.

We need to find
Abigail Turner now.

Well, no,
you're not gonna believe this.

Are you in the office?

(Doorbell ringing)

- Abby?

What's going on?

- I found this.

- What is it?

A copy of a sleeper virus

that I found in the code
of one of the ForSecure files.

This is what Jarod activated.

- Oh boy!
All right, how bad?

(Chuckling)

- Much worse than
we could have imagined.

- What does it do?

- It steals money.

- How?

- It siphons off the fractional
remainder of pennies

from every
foreign-exchange transaction

that's supposed to be protected
by our ForSecure software.

I mean,
he figured out a way

to use the security software
that I created

to steal from the money
it's meant to protect.

It's, like, geez!

- OK, that's millions of
transactions every single day.

- I know.

- How long?

- Since the hack
6 months ago.

And then, Jarod turned it off
the night before he was killed.

I don't know why.

- Six months.

That account's gotta have, what?

- $300 million,
or something like that.

- Do you know
where the money is right now?

- No.

A master account somewhere.

- OK, look, Abby,
this is no petty fraud.

This is $300 million.
That's a lot of money.

And if the people
who stole it

figure out that
you know about it,

that you can trace
the money back to them,

you're putting yourself
at great risk here, Abby.

- I know, but what else
am I supposed to do?

The FBI already has my laptop.

- They know about
the $10 million?

- No, not yet,
but it's just a matter of time,

if they haven't
figured it out already.

Everything on that laptop
incriminates me,

and they're just gonna think:
"If she was so innocent,

"why didn't she come
to us sooner?"

I'll keep you posted when
I figure something out.

- Wait a second.
Where are you going?

- I gotta find
that money now.

And hopefully, whoever it is
that really stole it.

I'm thinking that maybe if
I bring that to the FBI,

that will convince them that
I had nothing to do with this.

(Doorbell ringing)

Are you expecting someone?

- No.

- Mr. Brobin.

- Hello, uh, Agent Anderson,
Agent Wilcox.

That's right.

- Hi.
How can I help you?

- We're looking
for Ms. Turner.

We need to speak to her.
Is she here by any chance?

- There's been a significant
development in the case.

- Well, have you tried
her house?

- No, we just came
from there.

- I haven't seen her,

but if I do, I'll let her know
you're looking for her.

- OK, we'd appreciate that
very much.

- OK.

- Sorry for
disturbing you in there.

- No, not at all.

- Have a good evening,
Mr. Brobin.

- You too.

Good girl, Abby.

(Clattering)

- Don't scream.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
It's Josh.

(Breathing unevenly)

It's all right.

Hey, you.

- So I suppose
I should call you Jarod now.

Is that right?

- Abby...

- I don't even know
how it is

that you're standing here
talking to me right now.

- I know this is difficult
for you to understand.

- Just tell me why.

Why did you do it? Why?

- Because--because I had
no choice.

- Oh!

- I had a past, OK?

It's something
I'm not proud of.

(Sighing)

You know, I was trying to
put it behind me, start over.

When I met you, I thought
everything was gonna be OK.

And then a guy by the name of
Simon Davies found me.

- Buddy!

- What are you doing
out here?

What if she saw you?

- Relax! You didn't answer
your cell phone

so we had to
check in on you.

(Cell phone ringing)

Speak of the devil.

Simon here.

Yeah, he's here.

- Simon worked for someone
who knew who I was, what I did.

- It's for you.

- He told me
to create a virus,

upload it to Custodis' mainframe
or he'd take everything,

make sure I went back
to prison.

- And you did it?
- I did say no.

But they threatened to kill you
if I didn't cooperate.

Look, I need you to know
that I had no choice.

- Who are these people?

- I don't know.

My only contact
was with Davies.

- What about Spider?

- They put me in touch with her,
said she did good work.

- What about the $10 million
in my account,

implicating me in the crime?

- That wasn't me.
I had nothing to do with that.

- Oh, right, right.

I was supposed
to upload the virus.

Turn it on
and turn it off.

If I did that,
I thought they'd leave us alone.

- And what,
you were just gonna disappear,

leave me to think you were dead
this whole time?

- When I left your apartment
that morning...

I got a call.

- No, it's done.
I'm on my way.

(Siren wailing)

And then I saw the police car.

I knew they were there.

It was a set-up.

If I would have gone
to that warehouse,

I wasn't coming out alive.

But I wanted to come back
to the apartment.

I wanted to--
to tell you everything,

to come clean.

To just run,
run away with you.

(Sighing)

But then...

No. No, there's no problem
at all.

We'll be there.

- What's up?

- Nothing. We gotta meet them
at the warehouse on West 28th.

- Let's roll.

- You know what?
I forgot something.

- Keys.

- I guess Simon and I
were loose ends.

Expendable.

I just ran.

Disappearing was the only thing
I could do.

- Why didn't you say something
to me, contact me?

Anything...

- I didn't want to
bring this down on you.

I wanted to keep you safe.

I figured I could get
myself out of this mess.

The longer they think I'm dead,
the better my chances are.

I followed you to the club
that night.

- You were there?

- Yeah.

(No audio)

I wanted to make sure
you were OK.

When that guy pulled
his gun on you...

- Let go of the bag!
- No!

- I had to do something
to protect you.

(Tires squealing)

(Sighing)

I had no choice, Abby.

- Where's the money now?

- I don't know
where it is.

- What do you mean
you don't know where it is?

You created
the damn virus.

- I know. I put a fail safe
on the master account

in case whoever it was
that was blackmailing me

didn't hold up their end
of the bargain.

Every 36 hours, I put a code
into the account

to keep it active.

Of course,
after I was presumed dead,

the FBI took everything
out of my place, including--

- Your computer.

- I missed my window.

- And then what?

- And then the money was
automatically transferred

into another randomly
generated account.

I guess, after they realized

that killing me made
their money disappear...

- They decided
to come after me.

- Exactly.

That's why I'm here.

- So you're telling me
the only leverage we have,

the only proof we have,
is gone?

- It gets worse.

If the money is transferred
5 times without me logging in,

the account disappears.

- What do you mean, disappears?

- The account and the money
in it ceases to exist.

I needed to be sure
that if anything went wrong,

it couldn't be
traced back to me.

- How much time do we have
before the 5th transfer?

- 21 hours.

(Sighing)

Abby, I'm sorry
I got you involved in this.

(Laughing)

Please, you have to
believe that.

I meant what I said
the other night.

I love you.

- Hmm.

You know, it's funny

because my career has always
been about making sure

that things were secure,
keeping things safe.

And then I let you walk
into my life.

I don't know what
to believe anymore.

I...

- Abby, I--

(Cell phone ringing)

- OK, we gotta go.

- Wait.
Where we going?

- You're gonna find
a place to lay low

until I figure out
what to do.

- Wait a second.
I can help you.

- Unfortunately, I am gonna
need your help to fix this.

But for now, you're a liability,
so we'll meet up later.

(Horns honking)

(Cell phone ringing)

- Anderson.

- Yeah, Kathy.
It's me, Danny.

- What have you got?

- Well, the, uh, report on
Turner's hard drive came back.

And we found bank transactions

and an account with
$10 million in it.

And the airline confirmed
she had booked a flight

two days after
Leary's near-death experience.

- You still think
she's just a victim here?

- Honestly, Kathy,
I don't get this.

- What's not to get?
She got greedy.

Hooked up with Leary and decided
to pull an inside job.

- OK, if that's how
it went down,

what is she up to now?

Kathy, everybody I speak to,
everybody I ask,

says this girl is smart.

She's smart enough
to steal all this money,

why be dumb enough
to hang around afterwards?

Look, me, I steal $10 million...
God, I'm gone!

(Laughs)

I disappear before they even
start looking for it.

Right?

She steals all this money,
puts it into a bank account

waiting, knowing,

knowing that
we're gonna find it there,

and then she does buy
2 plane tickets

but she never uses them.

Why?

- I don't know.
You got me.

Maybe she's not that smart,
after all.

- Yeah, or maybe...

Maybe she's being set up.

By who?

Jarod?

- No, it can't be Jarod.

I mean, the car bomb
was meant for him.

Even though it did not
do the job, no.

Kathy...

I think there's somebody else
still out there.

I think we should go
and talk to her again,

before we just go
and arrest her.

- And what good
is that gonna do?

- I don't know!

Look, if she's as smart
as everybody says,

we'll let her figure it out.

- I guess it's worth a shot.

- I'll meet you
at her apartment?

I'm late for a meeting
with the Federal Prosecutor.

I'll catch up with you later.
- OK, fine.

- Good luck.
- Thank you.

(Siren wailing)

- Whoa! What are you doing?

- Look.

- What am I looking at?

- Third building down,
top floor.

That's my apartment.

- OK, so what are
we hiding from?

- Them.

That's the FBI.

- Are you sure?
How do you know?

- Because I know.
Everything I have is in there.

Money, computers,

files that I don't exactly
want the FBI seeing.

Everything.
Now all I have left is this!

Now please tell me,

why is it the FBI

are staking out
my apartment, huh?

- Because I told them
about you.

- What? Well, why?

- That night,
after the club, I--

I told them I was there
to meet a hacker named Spider.

- Why would you go and do
a stupid thing like that?

- 'Cause they were
asking me questions.

What was I supposed to do,
lie for you?

(Sighing, growling)

Look, if you want this
to go away

then help me.

So...

(Sighing)

Are you with me or not?

- Do I have a choice?

(Clears throat)

- Ms. Turner, are you home?

Ms. Turner, it's Agent
Danny Wilcox of the FBI.

Is anybody home?

(Woman on radio, indistinct)

(Siren wailing)

- I'm sorry.
We'll let you know.

- You shouldn't
be here, Anderson.

- What happened?

- Neighbours heard shots
and called it in.

(Man on walkie-talkie,
indistinct)

He was a good agent.

The apartment is
registered to a--

- Abigail Turner. I know.

She's a...
a person of interest

in the case Danny and I
were working.

- Looks like she's more
than that now.

Look, I'm not even gonna
get you to try to back off.

But we need to work
on these cases separately.

I don't want you anywhere
near Danny's murder.

- I know.

- OK, what do you wanna do?

- Issue 2 warrants.
- Names?

- Jarod Leary
and Abigail Turner.

- Done.

- I said it's impossible.

If Jarod added a timecode-in
element to my program,

but didn't enter the code,
then the money is gone.

It's as simple as that.

(Sighing)

- It has to be
somewhere, Spider.

- Yeah, that may be,

but looking for it
is like chasing a ghost.

That's what the software
I wrote does.

It makes it disappear,

so people like me, like you,
can't find it.

Thanks.

(Laughs)

- We track the money.

- I'm sorry,
but what part of "gone"

was I not clear about?

- OK, the money that Jarod stole
from each transaction

is like a plane
taking off from an airport.

Except, there are
millions of planes

taking off from millions
of airports.

And they all have
different flight paths,

different routes that
are never the same twice.

But they're all landing
on the same island.

- The master account.
- Exactly.

Problem is, if you're not
tracking the plane,

you're never gonna figure out
where it landed.

But if you were,
if the money were marked,

you'd be able
to follow it all the way

to its destination.

- Except the money
isn't marked.

- The money Jarod
stole wasn't marked.

But the money
we're gonna steal will be.

(Chuckles)

- Grab your coat.

- Jarod.

- We have to go.

Now.

(Car doors closing)

You sure about this?
I mean, Jarod?

- Listen, I'm not sure about
anything right now.

But if we're gonna get out
of this, we need his help.

Open up.

- Hey.

- We're fugitives.

- I saw.

I swear it wasn't me Abby.

- OK, well, for your sake,
you better not be lying.

- I'm Spider.

I know. She's crazy.

- So wait, you wanna turn
the virus I uploaded back on

so you can steal more money

to track that money
through the accounts

till it leads us back
to the other money?

- That's right.

- I told you
she was crazy.

- We're wanted for murder.

We can't just
walk into the FBI.

So what other
choice do we have?

- You know what?

This could work.

(Spider chuckling)

- You're both crazy.

- Between the three of us,
we can do this.

- Yeah, all we need now
is a laptop.

(Chuckles)

- And what about
a copy of the virus?

(USB key hits laptop)

- All right.

- Let's do it.

- Let's go to work,
you guys.

- Anything?

- They're off the grid.

No sign of Turner
or Leary anywhere.

- They'll surface.

(Jarod sighing)

- Hey.

You all right?

- Yeah.

(Clears throat)

(Yawning)

(Sighing)

How long was I out?

- A couple of hours.

You looked like you could
use the sleep.

- Where's Spider?

- She went to get coffee.

Let me ask you something.

(Sighing)

Can you trust this girl?

(Scoffs)

(Knocking)

(Sighing)

Hey.

- Well, look who's awake.

I got you something.

- What time is it?

- Almost 2:00.

- Milk and sugar.
- Thanks.

- Tea?

- Thanks.

- And finally...

a decent latte.

- All right,
where are we at?

- Why don't you show her?

- It just finished compiling.

I call it "Following
the Breadcrumbs."

- Cute. What does it do?

- Well, it's a worm that's just
like Jarod's virus

only it keeps a log of exactly
where it and the money is going.

So then it sends
the information to us,

so when we steal the money...

- We follow the trail.

- To its final destination.

- Ah, perfect.
How much time do we have

before the account
and money disappear?

- A little less
than an hour.

- All right,
let's get on it.

- There's some good news

and bad news
you need to hear first.

- OK, what's the good news?

- I sped up the money
transfers on the new virus.

When we start, we'll be able
to find the master account

with the $300 million.

- OK, bad news?

- When we upload the virus and
access the master account,

we have to do it from
a Custodis mainframe terminal.

- That shouldn't be
a problem now, should it?

(Chuckles)

- No, it's not a problem.

We'll just break into Custodis
and do it.

(Chuckles)

- Are you serious?

- Can you hack into
the security system?

It's a card reader with
a microchip scanner.

- Yeah, I think I have
the tool for the job.

- OK.

- All right, let's do it.

- I don't feel so good.

(Sighing)

- Thanks for the ride.

OK, let's go.

- How much did you give him?

- Enough. He'll be out
for at least an hour.

- I think I forgot
something in there.

Can you bring the car
and I'll meet you?

- Yep!

(Dialing)

- You've reached the desk
of Agent Kathy Anderson.

Please leave a message
after the beep.

(Beeps)

- Agent Anderson?
Abby Turner...

OK, we have 30 minutes
before the money's gone.

- Almost there.
Put it in.

And... I'm in.

OK.

Here goes nothing.

(Beeping)

OK, try it.

- Yes!

- Phew! OK.

Building security
is down.

- Wait, wait, wait.

(Man talking on walkie-talkie,
indistinct)

Now!

OK.

(Sigh)

Please tell me you haven't
changed the password.

We're in.

The new virus is working.

- OK, we have 10 minutes
until that money's gone.

So, whenever you're ready.

- I think I have the master
account... one second.

(Beeping)

Got it.
Continental Savings.

Your turn.
Go in there and find the money.

And?

- I don't know.
I can't crack the security.

- Don't tell me
you're giving up.

- This isn't
what it looks like.

Uh...

- It's OK.
I called her.

- You did?

- Yeah, I figured
we could use back-up.

- Oh, uh, well, actually
I could use some help.

- Don't look at me.

- Here, let me try.

(Sighing)

- Is it working?

- She's almost there.

(Beeping)

- I don't know.

- Ms. Turner, I have
the utmost faith

in your ability to do this.

Please, just try.

(Beeping)

- Oh, damn it!

I can't do it.
I can't crack the security.

- You designed
the damn program.

- I know,
to keep someone from doing

exactly something like this.

- We have 5 minutes.
Just try again, OK?

- I could have all day.
I can't do this.

I can't crack
the security. I--

- Maybe you need
a little more motivation.

- Hey! We're the
good guys here!

- We're just trying
to help, remember?

- It's not like we're
stealing the money.

- I know.
But you see...

I am.

Fifteen years I've been chasing
white-collar criminals,

giving everything I've got

for a lousy government salary
and a crummy pension

that amounts to nothing,

while they walk away with
millions and millions.

- But how did you--

- We had a file on Custodis.

I was doing some surveillance.

And then Jarod Leary
walked back into my life.

A two-bit criminal, sure,
but I knew he had the skills.

And I knew Custodis had access
to the money

and that's when I knew I was...

finally gonna get mine.

It didn't take long
before I put the plan together.

I had Davies put
the squeeze on poor Jarod.

He almost didn't
go along.

And then I had Davies
threaten to murder you.

And what do you know?

I guess chivalry isn't dead,
after all, is it?

(Sniffling)

Kinda funny to think

Jarod's gonna take the fall
for it all now.

My partner's murder, yours.

And of course,
stealing all that money

Now, find the money.

- I can't.

- Not the answer
I'm looking for.

- You kill me
and you won't see a dime.

- No!
- What happens if I kill her?

The young lady said you had
5 minutes to find my money.

Let's say you have
a minute left.

- I don't even know
if I can do this. Please!

- And it's started
5 seconds ago.

Forty-five seconds.

(Beeping)

Thirty seconds, Abby.
Please hurry.

Twenty.
- Abby.

- Hold on!
- Ten.

- I can do this.
I just need a minute.

- Too bad you only have
6 seconds left.

Time's up.

Oh, Ms. Turner, I thought
you could do this.

Too bad.

- Wait! Wait!

Here's your money.

- You did it?

- Yeah, I did it.

- How much?

- Uh, nearly $300 million.

- You see.

Now, that wasn't too hard,
was it?

Transfer the funds
to this account.

(Both grunting)

I'm a trained agent.
You're a computer programmer.

How did you think
this fight was gonna end?

(Panting)

- Differently, I guess.

- Sorry to disappoint you.

(Cracking, screaming)

(Groaning)

Brobin... Son of a--

- Are you all right?

(Exhales)

Yeah.

I think so.

- Thank you, Jarod.

I--I realize without you...

- It's OK.

- I'm sorry.

I wouldn't have
trusted me either.

- Are you OK?

- Yeah. Where did you
come from?

- I was at home and I saw
somebody log in

using my password,

so I came down to see
what was going on.

- I found it.

- Found what?

- Nearly $300 million

in an account
in one of our own banks.

- Oh my God.
- Yeah.

So what should
I do with it?

- Uh... move it.

Just put it in one of
the escrow accounts.

Just keep the money safe

until the feds figure out what
we should do with it, OK?

- OK.

- Yeah, 911, someone has been
injured at Custodis, 85 Stuart.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

Is it safe?

- (Laughing): Yeah.

I should probably
apologize for that.

- You had your reasons.

So...

Where are we at?

- Spider should be here
any second.

I still can't believe that
I know someone named Spider.

- I mean, where are we at?

- Oh, um...

(Sighing)

I don't know what to say.

I'm sorry, Jarod.

I'm sorry that
I didn't trust you.

And I didn't believe you.

I know now that you were
trying to protect me.

- Then why can't we just
put this behind us?

- Because you lied to me.

- What choice
did I have?

- I know.

(Sighing)

I--I want to forgive you,

and I wanna say I love you.

I do.

I wanna say those things.

I just--
I don't know.

- Hey.

Can you give me a chance?

Can you give us a chance?

(Knocking)

- Lock's still broken.

Hey, hey.

- (Both): Hey!

Am I interrupting?

- No, not at all.

(Clears throat)

- Gee, I hope some of
that herbal tea's for me!

So...

what did the FBI say?

Well, they matched
Anderson's gun

with the bullets
that killed that agent.

So, they dropped the charges
against Abby and I.

- Apparently, I'm lucky
they're not charging me

for obstruction of justice.

(All chuckling)

How about you?

- They offered me a job
in their computer lab.

(Both laughing)

- Working for the FBI!

Not bad for
a college dropout, huh?

- There's still, uh,
another mystery

I'd like for you
to solve, please.

What is your real name?

- That's where
I knew him from!

(Cup hits table)

College.

- Knew who?

- Your boss.

In one of my classes
he was a guest lecturer.

- Michael knew you?

- I guess.

Yeah, why?

- You said that whoever
was blackmailing you

put you in touch
with Spider.

- Yeah.

- That means they
knew who she was,

what she could do
on a computer.

- Yeah, but...

- Hold on a second.

Account 4488491.

That's where
I transferred the money.

(Phone ringing)

Can you get that please?

- Yeah.

Hello?

No, she's here.

She's busy right now.
Can I take a message?

Yeah, hold on.

Abby, it's Deputy Munroe
from the FBI.

He wants to know where
his $300 million is.

- It's gone.
It's all gone.

Going somewhere?

- Jeez, you scared me.

Yeah, yeah, I'm taking off
for a couple of days.

Everything that happened...

But... what are you doing
in here, Abby?

Do you need something?

- Yeah.

How about a confession?
- A confession?

- Don't play dumb
with me, Michael.

You're a very smart guy.
I mean, you had me fooled.

- You know, I don't think
I like your tone, Abby.

You should leave.

- You wanna know
what I think?

I think you were involved
from the start.

- Involved in what?

- And I think
Agent Anderson knew you.

She was investigating you,
wasn't she?

What did she, like,
offer you a deal?

A partnership?

You both steal $300 million
and you walk away rich?

- Those are some pretty
wild accusations, Abby.

- You transferred that money
into an account in my name.

You framed me.

Agent Anderson used Jarod
to get what she needed.

You used me.

Tell me I'm wrong.

- I saved your life, Abby.

(Scoffs)

- Right, so that I could help
you steal $291 million.

- Me?

Isn't it you the FBI thinks
is involved in this?

You are the one who has all
the money hidden, not me.

Am I wrong?

- (Laughing): Wow!

You really are a piece of work,
you know that?

- I'm innocent.
My hands are clean.

And there isn't one shred
of evidence to the contrary.

You've got nothing.

- You're right, Michael.

And you don't have
$291 million.

- I have no idea
what you're talking about.

(Chuckling)

- Not smiling now,
are you?

- Where is it?

Where is it?

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

- My...

money.

- I don't know.
Where'd you last see it?

- I'm not gonna
ask you again.

- You stole it from me.
I stole it back.

It's only fair, right?

- I don't play fair.

- He has a gun.

- FBI!

- FBI! Put it down!

Put the gun down!

You're under arrest.

(Laughing)

- What's the charge?

- Try murder one for starters,

and we'll see where we go
from there.

(Helicopter passing)

- Thank you.

- How, Abby? How?

- How what?

- How did you find the money?

How did you transfer it out
of the account?

- I didn't.

Spider created a fake interface

and rerouted you to it
when you logged in.

You saw what
she wanted you to see.

- So, the money's still there?

- Exactly where you left it.
All $291 million.

- (Man):
I agree with you.

- Hi, guys!

- Sienna.

- Sorry?

- You wanted to know
my real name.

That's it. Sienna.

- Abigail.
Nice to meet you.

- As long as
we're all starting over...

Jarod.

(Sighing)

- Nice to meet you, Jarod.

- Nice to
meet you, too.

(Man on radio, indistinct)

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