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(Boy) Mommy!

(Tires screeching)

Kit, sweetie! Get down! Get down!

Mommy, who is it?

(Woman) Get your head down! Now! Now!

I'm right here, sweetie.

(Horn honking)

(Machine gun fire)

(Woman screams)

(Machine gun fire)

(Boy) Mommy, I'm scared!

Kit, get down!

(Gunfire continues)

Mommy!

I love you.

It's done, sir.

No survivors.

We'll meet you at the airport.

(Traffic noise)

(Man) You look like a tourist, Grandma!

Hurry up! Hello! Here we go!

KrissKross, tick-tock, you can't touch me with this.

We are live!

Lower Manhattan to Hoboken in under 1 2.

He'll never make it. Not in less than 1 2.

- Five will get you ten he does. - It's on.

- We're doing this in real time. Uncut. - Oh, yeah!

l'm ready. You ready?

- You know it, yeah! - Here we go.

We better go incognito.

(Laughs) Whoo! Yeah!

Oh, sorry, man.

(Horns honking)

(Woman) Hey, watch it!

(Man) Hey!

(Grunting)

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Oh, yeah!

(Laughing)

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

All right!

Yo, Tommy, can I get some service?

Maybe a latte?

- Hold on. - (Woman) What are you watching?

These. . . Come here.

These guys, they're some of our regulars.

- Yaaah! - Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Ohh!

- This is nuts! - No kidding!

And it's hard to understand

You're doing everything you can

To see a format or a plan

But you get lost in your own pretense

And hours seem like days, after confession and praise

When inhibition stays...

- Is this live? - Yeah. Completely.

That's crazy.

And too much information

And no hesitation

You get it off your chest

Here l am

And, as always...

Ohh!

Whoo!

Here l am

And, as always, you

Come on, Jordy!

Yeah, I'm comin', I'm comin'!

Yeah! Uhh!

- (All) Ooh! - (Groaning)

You OK?

Yeah, yeah! Go, go, go!

You're a victim and a rebel

No matter what you wear

You had your soliloquy

And now you feel guilty

Aaaah!

That was beautiful.

And, as always, you

Ohh!

Here l am

And, as always, you

Here l am

And, as always, you

Here l am

Watch, watch!

- You got that? - And we're set!

Ohh!

That was nice. He lands it.

Get out!

Yeah

Uhh!

Dude!

Tell me you got that!

Yeah, l got that.

We're coming up on nine minutes.

Whoo! Yeah!

Uhh!

I got you, buddy. Come on.

Come on, you can do it.

Aah! Ah!

Uhh! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

That was bad-ass.

Get up, get up, get up.

- (Screaming) - What?

- What? What? What? - It hurts!

Do you need me to call 91 1 ?

Uhh! Don't call anyone.

Just go, man. l'll be OK.

You've gotta call 91 1 .

Yeah, that's it. I'm calling. Give me the phone.

How many fingers?

Stop fooling around, man.

I'd like to report an injury.

We gotta go. We can't just sit here. I gotta get you to a hospital.

No, ma'am, I was watching this person on my laptop, and actually I saw them fall.

No, no, I gotta call 91 1 .

No, no, he didn't fall on my laptop.

No. . . Ma'am. . .

You know what? I know where this place is. I'm just gonna go.

Ma'am, hold on a sec.

(Horn honking)

How are you? Are you good?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

You had quite a fall, sir.

- Heh. Do you remember your name? - Out of the way, please.

- What's your name? - Jordy.

You remember what happened?

- I fell. - Yeah.

All right. I need you to not move your neck.

Renny.

Renny Davidson, right?

That is correct, sir.

I'm Chris Moore.

Yeah?

- Sixth grade? - Miss Sheenan's class, right?

- Yeah, yeah. You remember me? - Yeah, of course I do.

The only boy who didn't laugh when I told the class I wanted to be a paramed.

Yeah, well, look at you now.

- Savin' my buddy's life. How cool is that? - Yeah, I'm making the big bucks.

How does that feel? Good? What was it you wanted to be again?

A dolphin trainer.

- What? - (Chuckles)

How is that working out for you?

Well, let me tell you something about dolphins.

They are very rude. . . and cheap.

You know, I shared a cab with a dolphin once.

Don't tell me, he stiffed you for his end of the fare?

How did you guess?

- They're notorious for that. - (Laughs)

OK, friend. You're under arrest.

For what?

Trespassing, mischief, vandalism. And that's just the first of it.

What?

Tell me if this hurts.

Hey! Renny!

Can I call you?

Hey, Jordy! Give her my number!

Please! If you can remember. . .

Come on, man.

Interesting guy.

Oh, yeah.

(Grunts)

- Christopher Moore? - Yeah.

This is Detective Clark Ellis and I'm Sean Davidson.

You're comin' with us.

Where?

You'll see.

(Davidson) Criminal trespass, fleeing an officer, resisting arrest.

You're a real hard case, Moore.

Running around on rooftops like some kind of maniac.

- I don't get that. What's that for, huh? - Ask him.

What is it, Moore? You get some kind of rush doing that?

Running around. . .like a maniac?

Yeah. It's called parkour.

Par-what?

(Davidson) Parkour. It's French for "running around like a maniac."

- Oh, yes. - (Chuckles)

Let's go.

Curbside service, Moore.

My lady awaits.

- Thanks, Dad. - You're welcome.

Mmm! Ha ha!

Moore. . .

Behave yourself.

- Dad? - (Chuckles) Well. . .

I thought they were gonna throw me in the East River.

They were going to. I guess I convinced them not to.

Oh, my God. I... I don't know what to say.

Thanks would be good.

Thanks.

Dinner would be better.

You like Italian?

Sounds good.

That's him.

Feet!

- Where you been? - Dad, I met this really great girl.

We were so worried. We tried to call, but your phone wasn't...

My cell phone's dead.

What? What's the matter?

Something wrong?

(Dad) I can't believe you'd do something this stupid.

Your last year at Columbia Law. . .

and you get arrested? What were you thinking?

- Just blowing off a little steam. - Hmm.

Your father went to the precinct to bail you out.

And they said you were gone.

They couldn't tell us where you were.

Mom. . . I'm so sorry.

No. No, don't.

- No, I'm really mad at you. - No, Mom.

Chris, you know how important school is. . .

the sacrifices we've all had to make, even with your scholarship.

If you don't get your grades up, they're not gonna renew it,

and then we are well and royally screwed.

I want you to promise me that you'll buckle down over the next few weeks.

No going out. . .

- Dad, I'm 24. - So what?

- So, it sounds like you're grounding me. - You know what I'm saying.

No hanging out, no distractions, none of this "parkay" stuff.

- Parkour. - Whatever.

All you gotta do is nail these midterms, go another semester,

and then you can write your own ticket.

You can take care of your mother and me in our golden years.

Yeah, right.

So, do I have your word?

Yeah.

All right. Then get to it.

Chris, what was it you were telling Dad about that girl you met? Hmm?

(Man) Ready for field test nine-alpha-niner.

Subject - Gardner, Bethany Ann.

Tivkom subscriber number - K-9. . .

2-1-3-4-2-0-0-0-6.

Preparing for field test nine-alpha-niner.

Subject - Gardner, Bethany Ann.

She totally flakes on me.

And so, now I'm stuck doing everything.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, no. I know.

You told me she was unreliable. . .

but what am l gonna do? She volunteered.

Initiating. Target defined.

Subject is in position. Green for go.

Repeat, green for go.

All right, l'll see you at the meeting. OK, bye.

(Hangs up)

Nine-alpha-niner wave form being received in the household.

Signal strength 93%.

Initiate the sequence.

And. . .mark.

Initiating.

(Static)

Initiate indoctrination code. . .

sequence beta-three.

Decreasing temporal dithering to zero.

Initiating indoctrination code. . .

sequence beta-three.

(Static)

And. . .terminate broadcast.

Mom, l have some intuition.

That's what you said the last time.

(Humming)

(Man) So, by providing a supply and distribution chain

that enhances our macro-global matrix,

we increase influence, control. . .

and, of course. . .

profits.

What about conflict of interest?

I am so glad you asked that question, Pete.

You see, under this new paradigm, there is no interest,

and, ergo, there can be no conflict.

The situation doesn't even have to get hot for us to profit.

- What about the Ben-David situation. . . - I'm so sorry, Mr. McDowell.

Could you be a little more unclear?

I need a little more context on that one.

Jalil Ben-David, 33.

Son of Israeli war hero Elihu Ben-David

and his Palestinian mistress Jana Qaddumi.

Educated at Oxford, top of his class.

Now promoting tolerance in the territories.

"Peace at last". Hmm.

Never seen this on the cover of World Magazine before, have we?

(Chuckles) I don't know, Steph.

I don't know. This is all seeming a little bit too inside-the-box for me.

What's your point?

My sources say he commands the respect of both the Israelis and Palestinians,

and is very close to establishing stability to the region. . .

which, I'd have to assume, will impact our bottom line.

Congratulations.

As per usual, our beloved Steph has framed the problem brilliantly. . .

without providing a solution.

Take him out.

I'm sorry?

You heard me.

I'm assuming you're saying we should assassinate him.

It worked before, with Kennedy, Sadat.

I see your point, but. . .

those things can get messy.

OK, Raatib, what do you suggest?

What I always do.

Simplification plus automization

equals profitization.

- (Beep) - Janet?

Send her in.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I please present to you

the esteemed Head of the Neurological Research and Development team,

Dr. Bella Lithia.

This is an executive summary.

I expect few of you to read it,

and fewer of you to even understand it.

So, let me put it in simple terms.

As we all know, power. . .real power. . .

is simply the ability to make people do what we want them to do.

So far, there has been three means to assert power. . .

manipulation,

coercion, or force.

With FLICKR-Tech,

all this is obsolete.

(Raatib) In other words, gentlemen, a totally new paradigm.

Our FLICKR-Tech field trials have been successfully completed,

and we are ready to start operation six months ahead of schedule.

(McDowell) Why the delay?

Excuse me?

We've been told it's fully operational right now. Is that correct?

Yes. Yes.

Hmm.

So, he goes to Columbia Law, and he's from the neighborhood.

Like, two blocks away his entire life.

Are you even listening to me?

This whack-job in Connecticut,

some soccer mom. . .

no previous record... poisons a bunch of parents

at a school meeting. Nine people dead.

(Telephone rings)

I'm telling you, this world is turning into pure crap.

- Good morning. - (Chris) Morning.

l'm breaking every rule in the book right now by calling you.

- Oh, yeah? What rulebook is that? - The Guy's Unwritten Playbook For Dating.

Rule number one: Never, never call the girl the morning after the first date.

She will think you're pathetic, desperate, and a potential stalker.

Funny, that's what the girls' playbook says, too.

- So, are you? - What?

A stalker.

(Laughs) Funny.

Funny. Look, the point is...

I had a really, really good time with you last night.

So, I'm calling because I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

Wait, what?

I told my parents last night I'd really buckle down and study for midterms

really hard over the next few weeks,

so I'm probably really not gonna have much time to go out.

Go out? No, I totally get it.

Chris, it's not a big deal. l mean, whatever. We just had dinner, right?

No, it's not OK. It wasn't just a dinner.

So, when are your midterms?

Oh. A week from Friday.

All right, until then, you can always call me.

(Sighs)

What?

It's just that...if I call you, I'm gonna want to see you,

and if I see you, we'll say it's gonna be for five minutes,

and it'll end up being for, like, five hours. . .

Or you could just use some self-discipline.

If I had any of that, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we?

I see your point. All right.

So, radio silence until a week from tomorrow,

and then we pick up where we left off.

OK. All right, deal.

And, uh. . .Chris?

Yeah?

Bet you wish you kissed me when you dropped me off last night.

Whew. Whoo! That is cold.

lce! You're the ice queen!

Bye. Talk to you later.

Bye.

Calling you the day after your first date?

Friggin' stalker.

(Laughs)

(Bella) Why did you lie to them?

Do you have any idea how much work we have left to do before...

Before it's perfect?

Perfection doesn't interest me, Bella. Practical results do.

We still need to tackle a number of significant problems

before we can attempt an operation of any magnitude.

Oh, really? Such as?

Override strong personal feelings

between prospective subjects and targets, for one.

Oh, details! Excuses.

I have spent my entire adult life in this technology,

and I'm not going to see it compromised by half measures.

You're right.

We must be responsible, Bella.

We rise together. . .

we fall together.

But if we fall. . .

you fall first.

(Gunshot)

(Groans)

(Knock on door)

- Chris? - Hey.

You OK?

(Sighs)

Yeah.

Lady with a gun?

Been a while.

Don't make too much of it.

It's just a dream.

You know, like. . .

sometimes there's a word,

and it's right on the tip of your tongue, but you can't think of it?

This lady. . .

it's like she's. . .

right on the tip of my brain.

It's like I know her.

But how?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! What'd I tell you?

I don't want this thing in here.

Yeah, right. I'm gonna to leave it outside in this neighborhood.

Dude, just give me a tall Americano to go, all right?

- (Man) Hey, Jordy! - What's up?

What's up?

(Sighs)

( Jean Grant: Dreamer)

- Boo! - Ohh!

- (Laughs) - Didn't you break your pelvis or something?

Yeah, I chipped it. Hurt like hell. No biggie. Not like the ribs.

Hermano, every time I go over a pothole I think I'm gonna black out.

Oh, and thanks for not popping by to check up on me.

Yeah, and thanks for telling my dad I got busted by the cops.

- It sort of slipped past the painkillers. - Yeah, right.

How'd that work out anyway?

Well, I'm under house arrest, and I got midterms. You tell me.

No, no, I mean with the cops.

Oh. Remember that paramed?

Yeah, the one you were hitting on when I was dying on the sidewalk?

Turns out her dad's a detective, got the charges dropped.

You gotta be the luckiest guy on the face of the planet.

So, then we go to dinner.

Oh, look at you! Player. All 007 and stuff, eh?

Well, turns out. . . she's great.

Really?

We talked for, like, three hours.

Well, then, I'm glad I had the opportunity to introduce you guys.

Yeah, me, too. Thanks, buddy.

(Laughs) What's her name?

Renny.

Oh, man.

What?

- You're in love. - Shut up.

Because the way you said it. . . "Renny". . .

I mean, it sounded like you were in love.

- That's her name. - No, no.

I'm not saying nothing about her name, I'm saying about the way you said her name.

The way you said "Renny".

Whoa, whoa. Where are you guys going?

Manhattan. Your dad's taking me out to dinner.

Ha! On a Wednesday night?

What, it's the against the law for us to go out on a Wednesday night?

Your dinner's on the stove.

We'll bring you back some dessert.

OK, then.

Have fun.

(Engine starts)

- What are you doing here? - It was your mom's idea.

She figured you've gotta eat, so. . . why not eat with a friend?

Heh. I can't believe she did this.

I can go if you need to study or. . .

No, no. Oh, no, you don't.

Uh, did. . .

did you make this?

No. Your mom did.

But. . . I helped with the salad.

( Vince Vaccaro: Animals)

Lost my bags flying over the ocean

But l'm all right

l got everything l need here

You got your wings on, l got my headband

Turn up the music

Let's paint our faces

When you're with me, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh...

Wow.

Yeah.

When you're with me, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh

When l'm with you

lt don't matter what will ever come of anything

'Cause you're here

Ohh, ohh...

You're gonna work hard. . .

do awesome in your exams,

and I'll see you Friday.

(Siren blaring)

(Beeping)

(Car engine starts)

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you want?

Aah!

(Grunting)

(Chris) No! No!

(Grunting)

Whoa! Whoa! Stop!

Where are you guys taking me, huh?

What do you want?

What do you want? Just tell me what you want!

I don't have any money. I don't have anything.

(Woman) Christopher Moore, age 24,

born October 1 5, 1 986.

No, no, no.

You got the wrong guy. I was born in July.

July 2. My ID's in my wallet.

- Don't. - You guys are making a huge mistake.

You're currently studying law at Columbia University.

You reside at 20 East 25th Street.

Legal guardians. . . Frank Edward

and Pam Elizabeth Moore.

Legal guardians? What do you mean? Who are you people?

(Man) Please.

Please come with me. I'll explain it.

Come. I want you to see something.

20 years ago, a boy was found scavenging food from a dumpster in Chinatown.

He was placed in the custody of Child Services.

It was later determined he had suffered a concussion.

He had no memory of his parents,

where he came from.

Even his name was a mystery.

That child was subsequently adopted by Frank and Pam Moore.

So, you're saying this kid. . .

Was you.

Yes.

No, you know what? This is ridiculous.

Ten days ago, when you were arrested,

the police collected a routine DNA swab.

They entered it into CODIS.

This generated a match to your biological parents.

I assure you, the results were checked. . .

and rechecked.

They're irrefutable.

Your birth name. . .

is Kit Walker.

Kit Valkere.

You were born in Gstaad, Switzerland. . .

and named after your father. . .

who was a very important man.

- Was? - Yes.

He died 22 years ago.

Cancer.

(Chuckles) OK.

OK.

So, what you're saying is, I'm not me,

my parents aren't my parents,

and my real father is dead?

I know this is difficult.

No, no, no. This is not difficult. This is insane.

I don't even know who you people are.

Fair enough.

We represent an agency known as Bpaa-Thap.

Bpaa-what?

In 1 664, one of your ancestors and a former pirate named Barbe-Rouge. . .

Wait, I'm sorry. A pirate? (Laughs)

A former pirate. . .

established a small paramilitary group

whose mandate was to protect the innocent against violence and oppression.

Since then, it has grown into an international covert intelligence

and law enforcement agency,

located in Bengalla.

- Oh. Bengalla. - Mm-hm.

A small island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. . .

Oh, I know where it is.

My name is Abel Vandermaark,

Director of Field Operations.

Well. . .

Abel. . .

I'd really love to hear about this sometime.

But I got things to do.

(Vandermaark) Wait.

Would you like to see your real mother?

Diana Walker.

You remember her?

She's. . .

Dead. Yes.

You were with her in the car when it was forced off the road.

(Tires screeching)

Do you recognize this place?

No.

I know who I am.

- I'm Chris... - You are Kit Walker.

Your mother was murdered.

Her assassins are still alive, still at large.

What do you want?

The world needs you. . .

to assume the mantle of your forefathers

and take up the struggle against. . .

Against what?

Evil.

It's so pervasive. . .

we don't even see it anymore.

My family. . .

has been in the service of yours for five generations.

If you want to know more about your real family,

you can reach me at that number 24 hours a day.

I'll be staying at the Ritz Central Park until Friday.

I already have a real. . .

family.

Do you think it was wise to let him go

before convincing him to join us?

He'll call.

He's a Walker.

Mom! Dad!

Mom?

Dad?

(Pushes button)

Mom?

Dad? Guys?

(Gasping)

(Grunting)

Oh, God!

(Chris grunting)

(Man speaking French)

No.

(Man speaking French)

Hey.

Hey!

Uhh!

Hey!

Ah! Uhh!

(Grunting)

(Speaking French)

(Man) Walker!

Where are you going to go, eh?

(Chuckling)

OK.

(Laughs)

It's too bad I have to kill you.

You were pretty good, my friend.

(Chuckling)

Aah!

(Grunting)

Jeannot!

(Panting)

(Man) Walker!

(Shouts in French)

You hear me?! You're dead!

Dead!

(Police siren blaring)

(Shuffling)

(Vandermaark) Show yourself, or I'll shoot.

(Grunting)

Why did you kill them?! You psycho!

What are you talking about?

- My parents are dead! - The Moores?

Two men were waiting for me when I got home.

They tried to kill me.

Listen to me.

Listen to me!

Now, you think... if we wanted you dead,

we could've easily have killed you after we picked you up, right?

Right?!

What happened?

I went straight home.

I wanted to hear it from them.

What we talked about earlier?

Two men. . .

were waiting for me.

Parkour traceurs. Good ones.

French, I think.

- Twins? - Yeah.

They might have been.

The Roux brothers.

Singh assassins. Top-shelf.

(Dialing telephone)

Guran, we've been made.

Send our bodyguard down for the car.

Meet us outside the lobby.

Yes, he's here with me.

Did you call the police?

No, I lost my phone.

It's good you came here.

The police are not equipped to protect you from the Singhs.

The who?

The Singh Brotherhood. They're an international crime syndicate.

- How come I've never heard of them? - Because they're very good at what they do.

Time to check out.

Why, you think he'll come here?

If they know about you, there's an excellent chance they know about us.

I thought you said there were two of them.

One of them's dead.

It was an accident.

I just. . .

made it happen.

It's clear.

One o'clock.

(Chris) That's him.

(Guran) Which one? I can't even tell them apart.

It shouldn't be a problem any more. Kit took one of them out.

Really?

(Chris) Where are we going?

That's entirely up to you.

I'm sorry it has to be like this.

I'm sorry about the Moores.

But my offer still stands.

- Come with us to Bengalla. - Fantasy Island? I don't think so.

You listen to me!

These people want you dead.

They're relentless. They'll kill anyone who stands in their way.

- The Moores were just the first. - This can't be happening.

- It is happening! - What about Witness Protection?

The Singh's have infiltrated every intelligence and law enforcement agency

on the planet.

It may take them time, but they will find you.

So, what? You're telling me that my only chance is with you guys?

It would appear so.

Before you make your decision,

know this. . .

once you choose, there'll be no going back.

You'll have to walk away from everyone and everything you've ever known.

For all intents and purposes, Chris Moore will simply cease to exist.

No farewells, no apologies,

no explanations.

Now you're on the Singhs' radar,

to contact anyone would be tantamount to giving them a death sentence.

But if I just disappear. . .

I know. They'll be worried and hurt.

Better that than dead.

- How far out are we? - The jets are warming up. We've 5 minutes.

I need a decision.

You're just asking me to give up everything. . .

my life, my name. . .

my whole world. . .

just like... just like that.

Look inside yourself, boy.

You know this was never your world.

You've always known it.

OK.

Let's go.

(Man) You've arrived safely with our young friend?

Kit, this is Dr. Deepak Baboor,

the director of Bpaa-Thap.

lt's a great honor to finally meet the 22nd Phantom.

- It's, um. . .my pleasure. - We've prepared a reception at my lab.

You may meet me and my sub-directors for tea and cakes,

followed by a most excellent tour of our facilities.

It won't be necessary. Mr. Walker has had a long flight,

and there'll be plenty of time later to meet your people.

But we've gone...

Whoa, that was kind of harsh.

Trust me. . . you'll thank me later.

Baboor's a scientist,

a big believer in technology. . .

electronic surveillance, intelligence gathering,

cooperation with local law enforcement.

- So? - So, since your father died

that's where he's directed most of our operations.

And that's a bad thing?

If it's at the expense of Field Division, yes.

- And that's your thing? - Yes.

Your father's thing.

And your grandfather's thing.

And so on, and so on?

There's something you guys aren't telling me.

Over the last few years,

there have been a number of irregularities. . . security breaches.

It's possible the Brotherhood was tipped off to your location.

By someone here?

(Vandermaark) Keep your eyes open.

Be very careful about what you say.

Especially around Baboor's people.

What was that he called me? The Phantom?

It's a title of sorts.

One that must be earned.

End of the road. Hop out.

Where to?

Wherever they decide to take you.

Who?

(Girl speaking native language)

(Chris) What are they saying?

"Ukai'sim" means "the ghost who walks."

It's a holy name by which my people have known your family for generations.

Where are they gonna take me?

Home.

(Guran) The Phantom has been the protector of my people for generations.

Trust them.

As with your father before you, they will guide you to fulfill your destiny.

(Children speaking in native language)

(Birds whooping and squawking)

Winston Churchill. . .

your great-great-grandfather and he were thick as thieves.

- The Rat Pack? - Mm-hm.

Your father helped Mr. Sinatra recover his son

after he was abducted for ransom.

Is that my dad right there?

- Mm-hm. - The one in the mask?

The Phantom.

But he's in all these pictures going back, what, at least 1 00 years?

Oh, much more than that. 1 536, to be exact.

But how can he possibly be in. . .

In every case, the man behind the mask is named Kit Walker.

And so it is passed from father to son for 21 generations.

Preserving the illusion of immortality.

The ghost who walks.

It took over four centuries for the Singh Brotherhood to discover the truth,

that the only way to kill the Phantom was to destroy the Walker family line.

What's that?

One of Baboor's recent additions.

Bpaa-Thap's network links with every major law enforcement,

mass media. . .

and intelligence agency in the world.

Instructions and passwords are in the drawer.

Lab, medical facilities,

gym, motor pool are below us.

Guran will show you how to get there.

Meals are served in the cafeteria.

But if you prefer to eat in,

you just call the kitchen.

- Room service? - Mm-hm.

So, wait. So, all this is just. . .

Yours.

It's your ancestral home.

(Chuckles) My ancestral home.

Once you take the oath of your forefathers and complete your training,

you will rewarded the privilege. . .

of wearing this.

You're kidding, right?

I know.

It's a daunting challenge.

But we'll do everything we can to help you assume your legacy

as the 22nd Phantom.

But. . . I didn't agree to take any sacred oaths or go through any training programs.

The only reason I came here with you people was to protect my friends.

I see.

I don't know what you expected.

The journals of your 21 predecessors are collected in the library...

if you're at all interested.

(Chris) I'm sorry.

I told him not to make any assumptions.

I'm not wearing that.

(Raatib) Ahh. With FLICKR,

the sky's the limit, gentlemen.

The sky is the limit.

True, the results are impressive.

But the subject's behavior. . . so unnatural.

Let's be fair there.

Doug, come on.

This is just a beta, right?

Once Lithia has worked out and shaken loose all the bugs,

I assure you, we will literally be able to program

anyone we want to do whatever we want.

As crude as it is, even the beta version has its uses. . .

contract killings, assassinations, suicide bombings.

- Still, it's expensive. - Oh, really? And the old way isn't?

Is that what you're saying? Case in point - this bloody Moore fiasco.

Seven figures for overhead expenses, contract services, evidence cleanup.

All because McDowell had a little bug up his butt about FLICKR's reliability.

How reliable is BAU? One dead operative, and the target's still alive.

Just let me do my job,

and I promise you. . .

I will vaporize this Kit Walker.

It's just a matter of time.

Phantom number 22 will have a very, very short lifespan.

- Such a pity. - Hey!

This headache could have all been avoided if we'd simply deployed FLICKR.

Oh, Peter, what's that word again?

- Fore. - Right. Fore!

(Men shouting)

Hello.

All right, then.

Gentlemen. . .

why don't you play through?

I'll catch up.

So, you had some problems in New York.

Oui.

- That's usually my favorite word, but. . . - I will find him.

No. No, I don't think so, my friend.

But Mr. McDowell. . .

Is a bloody troglodyte that still believes in ghost stories.

No, I'm sorry. We're cutting our losses, Jacquot.

I can't see blowing any more dough on yesterday's game.

But this bastard killed my brother!

Uhh!

I am your brother!

You understand?

Seeking out a personal vendetta. . .

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Clean yourself up.

(Coughs)

(Guran) Are you gonna eat that last shrimp?

No, go ahead.

How'd you know I like Chinese food?

I am Guran.

Guran knows all that the Phantom requires.

At all times.

Truth is, we surveyed your place for about a week

and found the containers in the trash.

Everything I had. . .

everything I thought I had was a lie.

Everything?

Maybe not everything.

Renny Davidson?

- I'm sorry. It's none of my business. - No, you're right. It's not.

And she wasn't.

Wasn't?

Wasn't a lie.

She was real.

Unlike Chris Moore.

- I feel like such an idiot. - There's no way you could have known.

No, but that's just it. I did know.

At least, a part of me did.

I used to have dreams, for years,

about this lady. . . my real mom.

And I had dreams about places I've never been.

This place.

- Did you tell your parents? - Yeah.

About a million times they had a chance to tell me the truth,

and they didn't.

Maybe they loved you too much to see you get hurt.

You're probably right.

But I just wish that I'd had a chance to. . .

to talk to them.

I'm sorry.

They were good people.

No, it just shouldn't have happened.

No. But it did.

And somewhere it's happening to someone else right now.

How do you stop it?

You can't.

But if I were you. . .

I'd read your father's journals.

Thanks for dinner.

(Man) l was born in the year 1 51 6

in the city of Portsmouth, of a seafaring family.

My father was the captain of a mercantile vessel, the Mary Elwyn,

upon which l was employed as a cabin boy on a voyage to the South China Sea.

On the 1 7th day of February,

the year of our Lord 1 536,

we were set upon by pirates of the Singh Brotherhood.

All hands were slaughtered,

not a single life spared, except for my own.

In the thick of battIe, l was thrown overboard.

When l awoke,

it was broad day and the weather clear.

l was on the sandy shore of an isIand,

where l saw another seaman,

still not 30 paces from me.

As l approached, l saw that he did not stir,

and he was likely dead.

lt was only when l finally beheld his face that the true horror was revealed.

l recognized the terrible countenance of my own dear father.

l built a funeral pyre and laid my father's remains upon it.

l watched as he was consumed by the flames.

Later, l encountered a native tribe who initiated me into their ways.

They would help me fulfill my destiny.

For it was then that l swore to devote my life to the destruction of piracy,

greed, cruelty and injustice,

in all their forms,

and my sons and their sons

shall follow me.

(Newscast jingle playing)

(Newscaster) Despite security concerns...

Damn it!

- (Dad) I smell smoke! - I know, I know!

(Newscaster) A spokesman confirmed that Ben-David

will play a key role at the Mid-east peace summit,

to be held on the 20th of September at midnight.

The date is significant for both Jews and Muslims,

as it falls between the last day of Rosh Hashanah

and the first day of the Muslim celebration of Ramadan.

(Turns off TV)

You OK?

People don't just fall off the face of the universe.

Yeah, baby, they do.

Every day.

Whole families?

Stuff happens, huh?

Opportunities come up.

Maybe he got a job offer.

No, he was half a semester from graduating.

Even if his parents got a job,

he's not just gonna leave.

Maybe he wasn't doing so good at school. He might have lost his scholarship.

No.

Ren, I told you time and again. . .

It's not police business.

And Jersey's not in my jurisdiction, right?

- But can't you just make an except. . . - No. He'll call.

Or he'll turn up. And when he does,

I'm gonna kick his sorry ass till Monday for putting you through this.

Call? Dad, I found his cell phone on the sidewalk.

Don't you think that's kind of weird?

He was walking along, head in the clouds. . .

dreaming about you, and. . .

Oh, and then he dropped his phone,

and nobody calls his cell phone.

He never wanted to figure out where it was. It was just...gone?

You're not gonna let this go, are you?

All right.

I'll see what I can do.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Oh! Here we go.

(Laughs)

(Sighs)

I changed my mind.

What do you know about firearms?

(Sighs)

These belonged to your father.

Colt 1 91 1 's.

Custom-modified to chamber a .451 Magnum

rather than the standard .45 ACP.

The only downside is reduced capacity.

Six in the magazine and one in the chamber. . .

which is why the Phantom always carries two.

I've always liked your father's guns.

But we have to upgrade our arsenal.

I guess I'm a nostalgic.

Wow, it's heavy.

Your turn.

My father died in August, right?

August 7th.

His last journal entry ends in June.

He was pretty sick by then. He must have stopped writing.

No, I don't think so. I mean. . .

he filled it up to the last page.

If he'd have stopped, you'd think he would have stopped in the middle.

If your father had one flaw. . .

it was vanity.

Towards the end, it wasn't pretty.

He couldn't even take care of his basic needs.

He was angry.

There was fear, rage,

humiliation, self-loathing. . .

things he probably felt ashamed of.

You think he destroyed it?

Wouldn't you?

Ready?

The Phantom never shoots to kill.

The bull's-eyes mark target areas to disarm or incapacitate.

Now, assuming your adversary is wearing a ballistic vest,

the shaded portion at center-mass is also non-lethal.

Knees and elbows bent.

Relaxed. Weight slightly forward.

Two hands on the grip.

Eyes level with the target.

And. . .exhale.

Safety off.

Relax.

Weight forward.

Can I just shoot?

I don't know. Can you?

Again. But this time, don't shut your eyes.

- I didn't shut my eyes. - Yes, you did. Again.

Don't worry about it. It's just gonna take time, that's all.

This isn't working.

- The gun's fine. - No, no, no.

Not the gun.

This whole stance thing, you know?

- Just let me deal with this. - Once good way to ground. . .

Please. No more talking.

Think you could do that again?

(Gun clicking)

Did I break it?

No. That just means it's out of ammunition.

So? Get some more.

They're strong in you.

The drums of your fathers.

Take it down another three degrees.

Temperature's now minus 5 degrees Fahrenheit.

(Breathing heavily)

(Vandermaark) All right, he's had enough. Let's warm him up.

What the hell did you guys do when I wasn't here?

In what year did the Phantom strike in the following countries or cities?

- Cairo. - I don't know.

- Corsica. - 1 960.

- Madagascar. - I don't know!

(Man) Move, move! Move it!

Across the stream!

The Singh Brotherhood - describe its current infrastructure.

The Brotherhood is an international crime syndicate

engaging in drugs, distribution,

money laundering and extortion.

Kidnapping and prostitution.

l'm sorry. l'm a little distracted here.

Focus. They're catching up.

Trail! Make the trail!

I've still got a 1 00-yard lead.

Sure you do.

(Men shouting)

Release the dogs.

Come on, let's go, let's go!

Legitimate operations?

Mostly arms trading.

Private and paramilitary security.

What's your time frame to add the night vision?

Uh, soon. Within the week.

Their corporate front... is Singh Tactical Resource.

You're toast.

Their main sphere of influence is...

Southeast Asia, the Middle East, and the Mediterranean.

You forgot Eastern Europe.

Sorry, Vandy, but it's a little tough to multitask

when you've got a pack of dogs chasing after you!

The whole point of this exercise,

you need to maintain clear tactical thinking under stress.

And don't call me Vandy.

(Man) They got him! They got him!

Go! Go!

Uhh!

(Dogs growling)

(Men shouting)

How's your HUD functioning, Kit?

Still a little tough to focus.

I told you, I don't want him becoming over-reliant on technology.

There's nothing wrong with relying on something that's reliable.

- It needs to be field-tested. - That's what we're doing right now.

(Barking)

(Kit) Come here.

Come here, boy.

Damn it!

Oh! Good boy. (Laughs)

Come here.

(Vandermaark) This is a waste of time.

Get him back to Bengalla.

(Kit) You need a little lovin'?

You hungry?

The things we do for love, huh?

Oh, will you put a sock in it?

What else has Renny got you up to?

Running numbers, bad checks?

I bet you do her laundry, too.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

If you'd had kids you'd understand.

Uh-huh.

Besides, we got probable cause.

A citizen called in a burglary in progress.

That citizen was you.

All right.

Look around down here.

- I'll take the upstairs. - All right.

(Davidson) Clark, you got anything?

Clark!

Idiot.

- I think you're right. - Jeez!

On a bun, Clark!

- (Chuckles) - You just about gave me a thrombo.

- You should cut down on the donuts. - What you got?

Not even dust bunnies.

- I want the number of their cleaning lady. - (Chuckles)

I bet you if we powdered we wouldn't find one print.

Something went down here, all right.

There's new glass in this window. Oh, yeah. Fresh putty.

Give me a hand here.

Yeah, sure.

I got it.

Wait a minute, what have we here?

- Oh, yeah. - Nice catch.

All right, now.

What have we got here?

Bingo. Homo sapiens.

So. . .

climbed up.

Then he ran across.

Jumped over the side.

I'll talk to the local precinct, see if anything happened here

in the last couple of nights.

(Man) OK, Kit, just don't move an inch.

You know, Vandy knows you've been slipping treats to his dog pack.

- So? Why would that upset him? - Because it's cheating.

Now, hold still.

Uh, what? Cheating?

No. I call that advanced situational prep.

Sorry I'm late, but I got strangled in red tape.

Does it work?

(Kit) Yeah, no problems. Jace here is a...

And why your father appointed me as director, I will never know.

Maybe he thought you were the best man for the job.

That's silly. There are many others who could have been better suited.

- Mr. Vandermaark, for instance. - So, what's up with this ring?

Ah, the Good Mark.

My most prized possession.

Vandermaark has one just like it, yeah?

It's given by the Phantom to friends he's placed under his personal protection.

Oh. So, do I get one?

Come, I have a surprise for you that will make you very happy. . . I think.

So, do I get a ring?

I started working on it for your father before he passed away.

- He didn't like the old suit, either? - (Chuckles) Are you kidding?

He loathed the old suit.

He felt it was too, uh. . .

theatrical.

(Chuckles)

Ballistic vest and cowl helmet,

reinforced with contoured Chobham armor plates

and wired for cellular and radio communication.

What is this?

Ah. A layered micro-weave of Kevlar, Twaron, and Heracron fibers

skinned in a titanium-ceramic alloy neuro-symbiotic mesh,

resistant to heat and small-arms fire.

Wait, neuro-what?

Kinda like modern bio-electronic prosthetics.

In English.

OK.

When you tense. . .

say, in anticipation of being struck, your brain sends signals to your muscles,

and they contract.

Well, the neuro-symbiotic mesh works in much the same way.

Its density is determined by the signals from your brain. . .

and will protect you from bladed weapons, falls and impacts.

Wow, that is so cool.

Yes, and what is even more cool is that, like an insect's exoskeleton,

the mesh effectively amplifies your innate speed and strength

by a factor of 2.5 times your normal output.

Can I try it?

Are you comfortable?

Yeah. Feels nice.

- (Thwack) - Uhh!

Dr. Kim, are we ready?

Yep. Set. We're hot.

If you please, punch the dummy. . .

with all of your might.

Go ahead.

No, no, no, no! Not like that. Not with a closed fist.

You'll break every bone in your hand.

Excellent. OK, on the count of three. One, two. . .three!

(All gasp)

Oh, my!

You've broken its neck!

Baboor, Baboor. . .

2,61 8.

What?

You've just struck that object with the force of over 2,600 pounds

per square inch!

- Is that good? - It's excellent!

(Applause)

(Man) A homeless guy called it in almost a month ago.

Found in the area you guys were talking about.

Injury consistent with a fall.

- I. D.? - John Doe.

The guy was stripped to his skivvies.

No wallet, nothing.

Ran DNA, prints. . . no hits.

There you go.

That ain't him.

You sure this is the guy from the warehouse?

That's him. Ran him through AFIS and CODIS. No hits.

What about Interpol?

- Hello, Jeannot Roux. - This guy is one hard-ass.

What's that?

Viol agg...agg...

- You know, the one right there. - Aggravated rape.

And the one right below? Conduite obscene?

Lewd conduct.

French sure is the language of love.

(Davidson) No arrests after 2004.

Hmm. Maybe he rehabbed.

Guys like this don't go straight.

They get proficient.

Any KA's?

Whoa, look at that. There's two of them.

And this one's worse.

- Meurtre. That's murder, right? - Yeah.

I saw that on the other guy's sheet, too. Two counts.

(Davidson) Four counts, one conviction. . .manslaughter.

Nothing after 2004.

- These guys aren't just proficient. - They're professionals.

(Beeping)

(Beeping continues)

(Bleep)

(Newscaster) You'll notice to the left of the senator,

Mr. Grant Rogers... his friend for many years...

a lawyer as well as an adviser.

Mr. Rogers is figuring prominently in the news today,

having received an acquittal for Dr. Raymond Oliver.

Having a winning lawyer at his side is...

(Static)

(Lithia) And. . .

terminate broadcast.

(Static)

Indoctrination of subject Clark Ellis completed successfully.

(Newscaster) Senator Sinclair seems to have a lot of support

from the local community,

and this November's election

looks to be shaping up as an easy win for the senator.

As the incumbent senator...

(Chamber clicks)

We need to talk.

You're right. I'm glad you came down.

Your attitude lately makes me doubt the sincerity of your commitment.

- What? - It's been almost two months

and you've utterly failed to demonstrate

the maturity and devotion to duty necessary to step into the Phantom's shoes.

I have done everything you've asked me to do.

And as far as I know, I've been kicking ass.

Physically, yes. But mentally...

This whole process is designed to be transformative.

In order to become the Phantom, you must let go of your old life.

I can't!

The detective who broke this case is my friend's father.

According to this article, they've initiated a major investigation.

They think I've been murdered.

Good. It'll take you off the Brotherhood's radar.

And put him on it. . . dead center.

He's a police officer. I'm sure he can take care of the situation.

No, that's not good enough! I need to call him, tell him I'm OK!

Out of the question.

If he doesn't call off this investigation,

the Singh Brotherhood will have him killed. You know that!

I will not permit you to risk everything we are doing here.

There is simply too much at stake.

(Birds whooping)

Aah!

Ahh!

(Grunting)

(Both grunting)

Uhh!

(Grunting)

(All chanting)

(Chanting continues)