All language subtitles for Bull 2x14 - Keep Your Friends Close (English)

Alkali Air, Flight 643,

I have you on approach,
heading 1-7-5 at 4,000 feet.

Curto Air

272, proceed to 3,000 at 2-4-0.

Essence Air 515, on final approach

to runway 3-1.

Affirmative, Metro.

Final approach.

Uh, boss, I think I just had
my whole system wink at me.

What are you talking about?

Everything went away,
and then it came back.

Well, it's fine now.

Oh, man.

I saw that.

Remember who was where?

No. I don't think so.

I had three planes incoming,
and one in final.

I lost all their positions.

Whatever your screen had, mine caught it.

My screen just went blank.

I got nothing.

It's like it's playing with us.

Weird.

This has to be us, right?

Uh, it's not like the planes
are changing course.

I don't know what's going on.

Reroute all planes out.

Move everyone away from
their approach route.

- Alkalai Air, Flight 643.
- Right now.

Vector right to 1-0-0.

We are rerouting you to JFK immediately.

Vector right...

FAA.

This is Metro air traffic control tower.

We've got an emergency.

JB 12-7-4, we're handing you off to...

Curto Air 272, vector right to...

Come on, get them out of there.

- Hustle.
- Uh, vector right to 2-7-0.

Traffic, traffic.

Descend, descend.

Traffic collision
avoidance system is going off.

T-CAS is reporting traffic

in front of me. Who is that?

Is that you, 643?

- Metro, what's happening?
- Curto, listen to me.

I need you to take your
own corrective action.

We are blind in the tower.

Repeat, we are blind in the tower.

They're gonna collide.

Uh, tower, roger that.

We're dropping to... hundred feet.

- I've got planes.
- Zero conflict.

Zero conflict.

Don't know if you guys can still hear us,

but we just missed 272.

I think we're clear now.

We can hear you, and we can see you, too.

Nice work, 643.

All planes, reroute

to JFK, John F. Kennedy
and Echo Whiskey Romeo.

Metro is closed for business.

What time does this shift get over?

I want to go to church.

Sarah, what are you doing?

I thought it'd be more fun
to tell you when you were awake.

Tell me what?

You did a bad thing.

What are you talking about?

We've got a bat in the bat cave.

Kiss me, stupid.

- Go, go, go!
- Clear!

FBI. Let me see your hands!

Don't move!

You heard him, let's see your hands!

Hands, now!

Thanks for agreeing to meet.

I guess I got the right bench.

No cell phone, right?

No purse.

I like to meet in open places.

I worry about surveillance.

Much harder to pull off in open spaces.

At least, before cell phones.

Hear that?

I'm sorry, I don't.

No planes.

The enormity of it.

Grounding all air traffic
all over North America.

We're going to finally open up
the airports tomorrow morning.

You'll be hearing about that soon.

Is that what this is about?

Is that why you asked to meet with me?

Mm-hmm.

We caught the guy.

You'll be hearing about that, too.

Computer hacker out of Brooklyn.

What can I do for you?

Flanigan.

William Flanigan.

Assistant United States Attorney.

Nice to meet you.

I think.

We need to convict this fellow.

In an open court.

In full view of the people and the press.

We have to get a guilty verdict,

but the subject matter
is pretty technical.

Computers, servers, lines of code.

I need the help of someone who
understands how to pick jurors.

And how to talk to them.

I need your company's help, Ms. Morgan.

It's not my company.

It belongs to Dr. Jason Bull.

I know that. But Dr. Bull didn't
work for Homeland Security,

you did.

I was hoping I could convince
you to convince him.

Yes.

Come on, baby.

Do it for me.

Pop it, baby. Come on.

Yeah.

Okay. Everyone, drop what you're doing.

Big guy has called a
company-wide meeting, now.

Come on, man.

I'm dying here.

Chunk. Come on.

You're killing me. I'm so close, man.

I can feel it.

I can smell it.

Come on.

Chunk-a-licious, let's do it.

I hate you.

Sorry, Danny.

I need you to surrender your phone.

You'll get it back
at the end of the workday.

Says who?

Dr. Bull.

Well, just be careful with this thing.

My whole life is on this phone.

Hey, mine's in there, too.

Okay.

I'm guessing most of you heard or read

or saw on the news this morning,

the government has captured
the man behind the hacking

of our air traffic control system,

which resulted in the near miss
of two commercial airliners

earlier this week.

What you didn't see

was my presence
at his arraignment this morning.

The United States government has asked me

and, by extension, you,

to lend them our unique talents

to help make sure
they can put this man away.

Now, not everyone will be involved.

But if you are, trust me:
the FBI will vet you.

Thoroughly.

And whether you are involved or
not, you are expressly forbidden

from texting, e-mailing,
tweeting or discussing

our involvement with anyone.

Not your parents, not the
press, not your priest.

And now, to fill you in
on some other security concerns,

our very own Marissa Morgan.

Now, as Dr. Bull just mentioned,

if you do end up
being a part of this case,

you are not to communicate

via e-mail, text or any electronic media.

Not even with each other.

Remember, this was an act

perpetrated by people
whose business it is

to find you.

And follow you and read
whatever digital breadcrumbs

you choose to leave for them.

So we are not going to leave any.

We're writing on pads.

Exchanging ideas
via interoffice memos, and...

talking to each other.

We have no idea

if this fellow is working alone
or as part of a group,

and until we are sure that
there is no one else out there

continuing his dirty work,
everything is old-school.

No, Mom, I'm not going to tell my boss

that my mother requires me

to have my phone on me at all times.

All right, I'm hanging up now.

I love you.

Bye.

Holy crap, it's Cable McCrory,

the worst college roommate ever!

Oh, my God.

Oh!

Oh, you owe me so many cigarettes.

So many drinks.

Wow.

In a city of eight million people.

What are the odds?

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

Malcolm Swift. I'm sure

you've read about him by now. 31.

He's a systems security analyst.

For those of you
who don't speak computer,

he's the guy huge corporations hire

to try and hack their company's
computer networks.

Find their vulnerabilities, and then

design ways to plug them up.

I take it he's pretty good
at what he does?

The best.

Some people think of him
as sort of a cyber prodigy.

One of the reasons we're so
certain that he's our guy

is that there are only three
or four people in the world

who could pull off what he did.

And what is it,

exactly, that he pulled off?

Well, what do you mean?

I think that's pretty clear.

He hacked into
our air traffic control system,

and nearly brought down two jetliners.

Yeah. I know.
I've been thinking about that.

I read all the interviews with
the air traffic controllers.

It sounded like he had everything

right where he wanted it.

Those two planes
were seconds from colliding,

and then... They didn't.

What's your point?

It's always helpful to have motive.

And it's hard to find motive
in an act that seems

like it could have happened,
but then, just didn't.

Let me give you a little background.

Malcolm was born in the Soviet Union.

Father was a soldier in the Soviet Army.

When communism fell, Malcolm's father

moved the family to the United States.

He traded secrets to our government

in exchange for asylum and a new life.

He had a short stint with the CIA,

but it wasn't a good fit.

Language and cultural barriers.

Family eventually fell
on hard times, hung himself.

When Malcolm was ten.

Well, that sounds tragic,
but it's not motive.

I mean, we can speculate that
he's bitter towards the U.S.

because of the way his father
was treated by the CIA,

but without evidence of that,
it's just a theory.

I agree.

Does he have an alibi?

Claims he was working

at the time of the hack.

On-site, for a finance company,

testing their firewalls.

He was working with their
in-house systems analyst.

Didn't even have his laptop with him.

He's claiming someone's framing him.

Routing their signal though his IP.

Well, could he be telling the truth?

Extremely unlikely.

I'm not sure I agree.

It's definitely possible to reroute

and encrypt a computer address.

I'm sorry, it just is.

You just got to know how to do it.

She's my cyber prodigy.

If you had access

to the hacked server,

is there any way you could ascertain

whether Malcolm actually was
the originator of the hack?

It's impossible to know without looking.

Fair enough.

Can we get her access to the server?

Mm-mm.

You looking for your cell phone?

Let me walk back to my office,
see if I can't put that

into motion, hmm?

Knock, knock.

Still haven't heard anything.

My guess is you'll not be

probing any servers till tomorrow.

That's not what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Though it's not unrelated.

If it's about the quality
of the catering at lunch today,

- I don't want to hear it.
- Last night,

when I was leaving work, I ran
into an old college roommate

of mine that I haven't seen
in, like, seven years.

Amazing girl.

Also a computer expert.

I thought it was totally by chance.

So, we got some tea and she told me

that she has been going
out with Malcolm Swift

for the last couple of months.

- Hmm.
- I don't know how she found me.

But I shut the conversation down
immediately.

Didn't tell her why.

Just told her I couldn't speak to her.

My guess is, Swift's attorney
saw me at the arraignment.

Did a little digging.

Realized you work for me
and sent Malcolm's girlfriend

to see if she could get some intel.

You're not concerned?

Not if that's the whole story.

I'll bring Flanigan up to speed.

If he has an issue,
I'm sure he'll tell me, but...

You do understand,
you can't see her anymore.

You can't communicate with her anymore.

Of course.

You know,

I'm counting on you.

I won't let you down.

Dominguez.

Don't turn it on till
you've left the building.

McCrory.

Thanks.

_

Don't walk away.

I need to talk to you.

I don't think you understand.

Or maybe you do.

I can't talk to you.

Cable, I'm having his baby.

You've never met him, but he's this

amazing man.

There's no way he's responsible

for what the government
is accusing him of.

Something is going on.

Something bigger than him.

Bigger than us and...

they've decided to make Malcolm
the scapegoat.

I don't know, Sarah.

These guys are pretty smart

and they seem really certain.

Of course they do. That's their job.

Yeah, well, it's my job, too.

I-I really need to go.

Have you looked at the server?

What?

It's okay. Don't answer.

Just listen.

You know what the government's
play is gonna be.

They're gonna try and tell a jury

that if you follow the hack,
follow the code,

through all the various countries

and the foreign proxies

and the different IPs
that people generate

to hide their hacks...

that the trail leads
right back to Malcolm.

That the cyber signature
on the server matches his.

I'm sure you're right.

And I'm sure someone is making it

look like Malcolm did this.

But if they actually have
his cyber signature, then...

Sorry. I-I don't believe they do.

How can they?
I mean, maybe they came close.

The guy attacks systems for a living.

It wouldn't be that hard for someone

to do a bunch of research
and try and duplicate it.

But you know as well as I do,

it's impossible to duplicate it exactly.

I mean, we're talking thousands
upon thousands of variables.

I so shouldn't be having
this conversation right now.

Cable, there has to be a difference.

Even if it's only off by one indicator.

This is his real one.

His cyber signature.

Whoever has access to that server,

if you could just...

just get them to take a second look.

Compare it to this, to the real thing,

- they'll see...
- Sarah, that's never going to happen.

It has to happen.

They have the wrong man.

They have the father of my baby.

My baby is gonna grow up without a daddy.

Give this to his attorney.

I tried.

They don't understand.

They don't think a jury is gonna get it.

That's why it has to come from your side.

The government has to see

that they've accused the wrong person

and they have to drop the case
and free him.

Malcolm's falling apart.

They put him with the general population.

Someone's gonna kill him.

Don't contact me.

I'll contact you or someone
will contact you and...

we were never here.

Mm, meant to tell you two.

Desmond Tatlock from MIT is
taking the train in tomorrow.

We'll prep him and get
him ready for the stand

whenever you give word.

Hmm.

So that's six computer experts,

the air traffic controllers,

the pilots of the planes involved.

Got a great parade of witnesses.

So why am I still nervous?

'Cause we still don't know
why he really did it.

And as foolproof as voir dire seems...

"Hey, want to vote
on the guilt or innocence

of Osama bin Laden?"

All you need is one "no" vote
and you've got a mistrial.

And this moment of certainty,
this moment where

everyone in the world is on your side,

will have passed you by.

So what do we do, Dr. Jury?

Got to identify and avoid...

contrarians.

The problem with contrarians is,

they suffer from a cognitive bias

known as reactance.

Reactance occurs when a person feels

that someone is trying
to limit their choices.

And that reactance causes
the person to adopt a view

that's contrary to what the group thinks.

Do me a favor and raise
your hand if you believe

that on September 11, 2001,

19 militants associated
with al-Qaeda hijacked

four airplanes and carried out
suicide attacks

against targets in the United States.

Your Honor, the prosecution
would like to thank and excuse

jurors six and eight.

It's not a value judgment.

Contrarians often make
great contributions to society.

Martin Luther King, Gandhi,
my all-time favorite Steve Jobs,

all were thought to be contrarians

by the societies in which they lived.

They questioned the status quo,
which can be a great thing.

Unfortunately, just not
a very helpful trait

when you're trying to convict
a man of attempted mass murder.

How many of you have children?

And how many of you have had
your children vaccinated

as per New York State law?

Your Honor, the prosecution
would like to thank

and excuse juror 22.

It would also be helpful to get
a sense of how susceptible

to the bandwagon effect
a given juror might be.

Forgive me, but that is
a really beautiful charm

you have hanging from your neck.

Oh, thank you.

I-It's just a heart on a chain.

Most people want to be
part of the majority.

It's just a human trait
to want to belong.

By and large, we all want
to hop on that bandwagon.

No, it's pretty.

Anyone else here wearing
a heart on a chain?

Also very pretty.

Anyone else have one at home

that maybe they're not wearing today?

Ah.

And how about you guys? Does your wife

or your girlfriend or your mother

or sister or your significant
other have one of those?

Yeah, I got her one. Yeah, I got her one

- for Valentine's Day.
- She definitely has one of those.

Now, you, sir.

What's going on?

You're just not sure?

Oh, no. I'm sure.

Uh, my wife doesn't
own anything like that.

- Would you like her to?
- No.

I'm pretty content with the way
she accessorizes herself.

No charm on a chain?

A little heart?
Maybe a cross, or a flower?

No. She's got a nipple ring I'm fond of.

Your Honor, the prosecution would like...

I'm way ahead of you.

Hey, Cable!

Dr. Bull. How'd it go?

Well, you'll have to ask Mr. Flanigan.

Now I know what it feels like
to be a Muppet.

The good doctor here shoves
his hand up your back,

moves you around the courtroom,

tells you what to say

and how to say it.

And it works.

I think we got the jury we wanted.

Fozzie Bear, you're making me blush.

That's great.
I just wanted to let you know

that I've been working out
of the public library all day,

e-mailing with
Dr. Desmond Tatlock of MIT,

and we've come up with a little
demonstration to illustrate

why Malcolm's alibi
isn't really an alibi.

That you don't actually have
to be present

and perform the hack at the time
the hack is executed.

I think you're really gonna love it.

Just like you said.

She's our cyber prodigy.

Hey, any word on whether or not

I can actually get a look
at the FAA server?

Ah, all set up.

Tomorrow afternoon, 3:00 p.m.,
FBI headquarters.

Everything's on this card.

Great.

Well, good luck in court.

Good luck with the server.

Dr. Tatlock,

have you conducted a forensic analysis

of the compromised server

and Malcolm Swift's cyber signature?

I... yes, I have.

And what did you determine?

When I examined the cyber trail,
I determined that Swift

connected to a wireless access protocol,

and then a unique binary
coding sequence was employed

- to override secure socket layers...
- Sorry to interrupt you,

Dr. Tatlock, but can you
explain that in a way

that those of us who don't use a computer

for anything other than e-mail

- might understand?
- Sure.

When you get on your computer

to order sweat socks over the Internet,

your computer offers up a key to the site

you're trying to buy from.

And that key allows you to do
just one thing: buy stuff.

You can't change the price,

you can't change
the pictures of the socks.

You get the idea. Now, in the case

of air traffic control,

the layers of protection are enormous.

Probably a million times more complex

than at our sock-buying website.

Very few people in the world...
you can count them on one hand...

have the skill

and the tools and the time

to defeat all the layers of protection

that the federal government

has created to make certain that no one

except authorized personnel
can view the site,

and no one except
at the highest levels of the FAA

can manipulate the site.

And it's not just a single command,

or a line of code
that you need to create...

it's really more akin to an onion

whose layers have to be
peeled back one by one

in exactly the right order

and in exactly the right way.

But once he was able to do it,
it was like he had a key,

and he could pretty much do
what he wanted without anyone

knowing about it.

They are right with this.

All 12 are following along,
and all 12 are solid green.

Okay, that helps.

But explain to me, how are you
able to say with such certainty

that it's Mr. Swift who did this?

Well, that's where

the cyber signature comes in...
it's like a digital fingerprint.

No two are exactly alike.

Now, with practice and the right tools,

it's theoretically possible to
almost duplicate someone else's,

but the key word is "almost."

You'll never get it exactly right.

There are really
just too many variables...

in the billions.

That's because there's
no one way to do this.

Each hacker has his or her own way.

And this particular hack,

it definitively bears
the signature of Mr. Swift.

Looks like a forest in here.

Not a flicker of yellow,
not a flicker of red.

I love it when it's easy.

I don't trust it... but I love it.

Now, are you aware

that Mr. Swift has filed an affidavit

claiming that he was working
at the time of the intrusion

into the air traffic control system?

I'm sure he was.

But offering that as an excuse
is like saying

you couldn't watch your favorite TV show

because you weren't at home
when it was on.

Once you have access to that system,

you can set the time
for the event to happen

and just walk away.

Here, let me show you what I mean.

Can I ask everyone in the courtroom

to take out their cell phones?

Be my guest.

Now, remember,

we've asked that they all be silenced.

It won't matter.

Three,

two... one.

I created that hack

last night.

But, obviously, I'm here, testifying.

Doesn't mean I didn't design
and execute the hack.

No further questions.

I'll need to hold on to your phone.

It'll take a minute to check
your computer for malware.

You can put your things

back in your purse.

Can you do your work
wearing latex gloves?

I think so.

The server has been placed
for you in that room.

Once I give you your computer back,

you have 45 minutes.

Don't be him. Don't be him. Don't be him.

That's not good enough, boys.

All right, Sarah,

this is for you.

Fingers crossed.

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Janet. Janet.

Janet, Janet, Janet, Janet.

Sarah, you might have
a bigger problem on your hands

than just getting yourself pregnant

by an accused terrorist.

Damn.

Wha...? No.

No. No. No.

No, stop. What are you doing? Stop!

Huh.

Cable.

I'm so sorry, Dr. Bull.

I think I messed up.

I think I messed up big-time.

How long have you been sitting here?

Uh, since about 11:30 last night.

Let's get you something to eat.

I wanted to compare

the admitted cyber signature
with the one from the hack.

I thought...

I could prove Malcolm was innocent.

Instead, I'm pretty sure
I infected the server

with a virus.

Basically fried it.

All the evidence is gone.

It's just blank.

There's nothing to convict anyone with.

My friend Sarah set me up.

Please say something.

What is there to say?

You tampered with evidence, Cable.

You committed a federal crime.

You wanted to see me?

God, you look terrible.

Have you been drinking?

No. I won't lie... I have been
waiting for someone to tell me

it's late enough
in the afternoon so I can.

Well, it's 10:20 in the morning,

so you have a little ways to go.

What can I do for you?

You got any juice with the FBI?

What kind of question is that?

It's the kind of question
you ask when you're staring

at a mistrial
in a federal terrorism case.

Actually, a mistrial I could handle.

We could at least regroup
and try the bastard again.

No, this will be a mistrial
with... prejudice.

Cable is part of the prosecution's team.

She tampered with evidence,

and the case is almost certainly
gonna be thrown out of court

on the grounds
of prosecutorial misconduct,

and no one will ever be able
to try Malcolm again, ever.

Unless...

the defense doesn't find out
it was Cable.

You got any juice with the FBI?

Long time no see.

No see, no hear...

no nothin'.

Well, clearly, my staying away
has done wonders for you...

you look great.

90 days of rehab

and a reassignment to Washington, well...

Wow. Washington, huh?

That's what you wanted, right?

I already started training.

In May, I... I start running
one of the criminology labs.

I'm really happy for you.

Happy for me, too.

Something from the bar?

Oh, uh, just black coffee.

So...

why'd you want to see me?

I mean, I get it...
you know, there's no...

there's no us.

I need a favor.

A second favor.

I mean, you already saved
my life once, so I guess...

that makes me the most
ungrateful person in the world.

Look, I got to...
I got to tell you something.

I know the papers, the TV

and the Bureau, they...

say I took a bullet in the leg for you.

And it's a good story.

But, Danny, come on.

You know better.

It's not like I saw the bullet coming

and I stepped in front of it.

That's the movies.

If I'd have known that
was coming towards us,

I'd... have been out of there

quicker than a whore in church.

Now, what's your favor? What you need?

_

All right, three things.

One, I miss my cell phone.

Two, I'm sick of winter.

And three...

I don't care what
all you diet people say,

I want pizza for lunch.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

FBI! Everyone, put your hands in the air!

Don't touch your computers.

Don't touch anything. Nobody move.

I'm Dr. Jason Bull.

Can I help you?

- Cable McCrory?
- Yes.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one, the
court will appoint one for you.

Ladies, gentlemen,
there must be some mistake.

I'm Benjamin Col�n. I'm her attorney.

What is she being charged with?

Evidence tempering.

Don't speak to anyone
without Benny present.

Go with her.

Don't worry, Cable.

We'll figure something out.

Hang in there, Cable.

I asked you for a favor.

I know, but how many times
can you expect a guy

to save your life?

A member of the prosecution's
team tampered with evidence.

I would request that
the case be thrown out

on the grounds of
prosecutorial misconduct.

Your Honor, the perpetrator
in question acted

without the prosecution's
knowledge or consent.

She was manipulated
into accessing the server

by an outside party.

This falls at your feet.

Because of your team's negligence,

a man who is quite possibly
guilty is going to go free.

That's the law.

I hope you have as much trouble

sleeping tonight as I will.

I'm going to declare a mistrial
with prejudice.

The charges against

Malcolm Swift will be dropped,

with no possibility of his
being retried for this crime.

It's really good to see you guys.

Hang in there, kid.

I'm trying.

Just give me a reason.

I'd love to be able to do that, Cable,

but... there's very little good
on the menu.

You're staring at five years.

Our friend, Mr. Flanigan,
is gonna lose his job.

But before he goes, he's gonna make sure

that you get the maximum.

Benny's gonna represent you at trial,

and... at TAC, we will do
everything we can to help.

Talk to Sarah.
She's got to know something.

Sarah's disappeared.

I doubt she's still in the country.

Fantastic.

She's gone, Malcolm's a free man,

I'm in prison, and I helped a terrorist

win his freedom so that
he could try again.

No, come on.

Hey, stop beating yourself up, okay?

He played you. He played all of us.

Now, we've been going through
this whole thing in our head,

trying to find something else
to charge Malcolm with,

something that we can make stick.

Well, you know, when I was
downloading the flash drive

onto my laptop,

I was watching the code spill out,

and there was this word...

I mean, it's not a word so much
as it is a bunch of code,

but it...

it kind of looked like a word.

"Janet."

J-A-N-E-T.

Like the girl's name.

Wait, where you going with that?

I honestly don't know, Dr. Bull.

It really could be nothing.

Hackers use abbreviations
and acronyms all the time

in their code.

I just, uh...

I never came across "JANET" before.

The only thing I have found

that makes any sense at all is a secret

U.S. government airline.
Code name: JANET.

It stands for Joint Air
Network Employee Transportation.

Really? A secret airline.
And what is its purpose?

Well, it's top secret, so that's
a little difficult to say,

but it is operated by
the United States Air Force

to transport military
and defense contract employees,

safely and discreetly.

It flies around the world
to military bases

in classified areas.

So this secret airline
transports some of the most

important military personnel
in the country,

and no one knows where they're going.

Uh, just the U.S. Air Force
and air traffic control.

What's so funny, boss?

You know how I've said from the beginning

I couldn't figure out Malcolm's motive.

I couldn't figure out

why he took over air traffic control,

and then didn't do anything with it.

He didn't issue any ransom demands,

he didn't let those planes crash.

He didn't even have some
terrorist organization

take credit for the momentary chaos.

What if everything
that happened that night

wasn't the point at all?

What if it wasn't about that airport

or those planes?

What if it was all a diversion?

How do you mean?

Well, what if he was executing one hack

to draw attention away from another?

You think he was hacking into JANET?

I bet that information's worth

hundreds of millions of dollars.

Knowing what planes our military
leaders are gonna be on,

where they're going,
when they're gonna get there,

or not get there,

depending on how you choose
to use that information.

It was all about the money.

It almost always is.

But it's just a theory,

and one I'm not sure I know how to prove.

I think I might have a flash drive

that you might find helpful.

- Mm?
- I keep

a hoodie in the office...

hanging in the kitchen.

Left pocket.

Thanks for coming.

Marissa told me this was
your preferred style of venue

for clandestine meetings.

I don't find any of this amusing.

I've worked for the federal government

for 26 years.

I'd hoped to get at least ten more.

That seems unlikely at the moment.

Believe me, I feel terrible
about what's happened,

I really do, but...

I have some new information.

And if it's correct,
I think we can right this wrong,

bring Malcolm to justice.

We think we know
what Malcolm was really up to

that night he hacked
into the air traffic control.

And it wasn't about crashing
passenger jets.

It was much bigger.

What are you talking about?

I have physical evidence
to back up this theory,

and I'm prepared to surrender it, but...

I'd appreciate something in return.

This is about your employee.

It is.

In truth, she's the one who figured out

Malcolm's real motive.

And she's the one supplying
the physical evidence

that I believe
will ultimately convict him.

What do you got?

And in national news,

our lead story... in a surprising twist,

accused terrorist Malcolm Swift
is headed back to prison,

this time for attempting to sell
secret military information

to governments hostile
to the United States.

Next update in less than ten minutes.

You're listening to...

Oh!

I just want to tell you how grateful I am

for everything you've done.

I appreciate it
more than you'll ever know.

And I appreciate everything
you've done for me.

Are you being facetious?

No.

I'm trying to be considerate
of your feelings.

Trying to be professional.

I'm trying to find a way to tell you

you're no longer working at TAC

without making you feel
worse than you already do.

And frankly, without making me
feel worse than I already do.

Cable...

you broke the law.

You put the case at risk.

You put me and my company at risk.

You put the entire country at risk.

Excuse me, sir,

- And you planned it.
- can you please pull over?

Snuck that drive into FBI headquarters.

- I need to get out of the car.
- Defied me when I

- told you to have...
- Can you let me out of the car?

...no more contact with that woman.

Cable! Get back in the car!

Damn it.

Excuse me, sir.

What do you want to do now?

You want me to follow her with the car?

No.

I just got her out of jail.

I guess this is her way
of saying thank you.

I don't follow you, sir.

Never mind.

Just take me back to the office.

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