All language subtitles for Bull 2016 S02E14 1080p WEBRip x265-YAWNiX_track4_[eng]

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.

ESSENCE AIR PILOT (over radio):
Affirmative, Metro.

Final approach.

(system beeps)

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.

(system beeping)

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.

SUPERVISOR: 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.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Traffic, traffic.

Descend, descend.

PILOT: Traffic collision
avoidance system is going off.

CURTO AIR PILOT:
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.

(static crackles)

(overlapping radio chatter)

I've got planes.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Zero conflict.

Zero conflict.

ALKALI AIR PILOT: 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?

(whispers):
You did a bad thing.

What are you talking about?

We've got a bat in the bat cave.

(laughs):
Kiss me, stupid.

(loud crash)

Go, go, go!
Clear!

(agents shouting)

FBI. Let me see your hands!

Don't move!

You heard him,
let's see your hands!

Hands, now!

(overlapping shouting)

Thanks for agreeing to meet.

I guess I got the right bench.

No cell phone, right?

No purse.

(exhales)

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.

(chuckles)

Yes.

(exhales)

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.

(exhales)

(quietly):
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.

(sighs)

Well, just be careful
with this thing.

My whole life is on this phone.

Hey, mine's in there, too.

BULL:
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.

Remember: 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.
(screams)

(laughing):
Oh!

Oh, you owe me
so many cigarettes.

So many drinks.

Wow.

In a city
of eight million people.

What are the odds?

(both laugh)

*

FLANIGAN:
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.

BULL:
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.

FLANIGAN: 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?

FLANIGAN:
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.

CABLE:
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?

(chuckles)

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.

(sighs)
You know,

I'm counting on you.

I won't let you down.

WOMAN:
Dominguez.

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

McCrory.

Thanks.

(phone chiming rapidly)

(chiming continues)

(sighs heavily)

(ringtone playing)

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.

SARAH: 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.

(quietly):
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.

(sniffles)

(sighs)

(gasps)

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...

(glass taps table)
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.

BULL: 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.

(woman coughs)

Your Honor, the prosecution
would like...

I'm way ahead of you.

BULL:
Hey, Cable!

(exhales)

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.
(laughs)

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.

(sighs)

FLANIGAN:
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.
MARISSA (over comm):
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.

FLANIGAN:
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.

DESMOND:
It won't matter.

Three,

two... one.

(all phones playing
"Row, Row, Row Your Boat")

(gallery murmuring,
ringtones continue playing)

("Row, Row, Row Your Boat"
melody continues)

*

(ringtones stop)

DESMOND:
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.

(objects clacking)

(exhales)

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.

(exhales)

(door opens)

(exhales)

(quietly): Don't be him.
Don't be him. Don't be him.

(taps keyboard twice)

That's not good enough, boys.

(sighs)

All right, Sarah,

this is for you.

Fingers crossed.

(typing)

Okay.

(exhales)

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.

(typing)

(sighs heavily)

Damn.

(computer trilling)

Wha...? No.

No. No. No.

(typing rapidly)
No, stop.
What are you doing? Stop!

(exhales)

(sighs)

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.

CABLE:
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.

(sighs)

All the evidence
is gone.

It's just blank.

There's nothing to
convict anyone with.

My friend Sarah
set me up.

(cracking knuckles)

(sighs)

Please say something.

What is there to say?

You tampered
with evidence, Cable.

You committed a federal crime.

You wanted to see me?

(sighs heavily)

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.

(chuckles softly)
No see, no hear...

no nothin'.

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

you look great.

(chuckles)

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... (chuckles)
have been out of there

quicker than a whore in church.

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

*

(door opens)

(Chunk slaps hands)

All right, three things.

One, I miss my cell phone.

Two, I'm sick of winter.

And three...
(chuckles)

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

I want pizza for lunch.

MAN: Yeah.
WOMAN: 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.
(handcuffs tighten)

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

Ladies, gentlemen,
there must be some mistake.

I'm Benjamin Colón.
I'm her attorney.

What is she being charged with?

Evidence tempering.

BULL: 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.

(lock buzzes)

It's really good
to see you guys.

Hang in there, kid.

I'm trying.

Just give me a reason.

BULL: 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.

BULL: 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.

(scoffs, laughs)

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.

BENNY:
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.

MARISSA:
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.

(chuckling)

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.

BULL: 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?

(whispers):
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?

NEWSMAN:
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...
(door opens)

(exhales)

Oh!

(chuckles)

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

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!

(inhales, exhales deeply)

(quietly):
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.

(chuckles softly)

Never mind.

Just take me back to the office.

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