"Dull." "Just dull?" "It was dull." "Are you sure that's Merlot?" "Don't make fun of the cheap stuff, okay?" "Better open another bottle." "Are you okay?" "David?" "David?" "Sarah Bentley," "this is the FBI." "Please approach the nearest window" "with your hands clasped /behind your head." "Do not attempt to run." "Copy, stand by." "You're completely surrounded." "Please approach the nearest window" "with your hands behind your head." "Dogwood Pest Control, how may I direct your call?" "Authorized, Alpha, /Tango, Six, Niner, Seven." "...secure line." "Did you say you were looking for Witkoff?" "I'm sorry, no one works here by that name." "David is dead." "Lisa." "They know about Lisa." "I need to speak to Witkoff." "I'm sorry but you dialed the wrong number." "Well." "She's playing dumb." "Trust is such a fragile thing." "Keep me in the loop." "Mm-hm." "Shit!" "You have 10 seconds, Sarah." "Are you sure she's even in there?" "A neighbor saw them go in, never saw them come out." "This is your final warning." "Go, go, go!" "Heads up!" "What the hell..." "Pull back!" "Anybody copy?" "Please respond!" "Pull back." "Pull back!" "No, goddammit, I need a medivac here right now." "I've got 10 wounded." "Go, go, go!" " We do not acknowledge culpability." "Fine!" "I said fine!" "Just send the coordinates!" "We're escalating." "Rick, plug in sat coverage /coordinates coming to you." "This is level 3 now, so nobody leaves this room." "You gotta go?" "You go in your pants." "Understood?" "Lindsay, buzz the old man." "This isn't your fault." "You say that like it makes a difference." "Sat's on-line, I'm running it to your terminal." "Northbound on Church, heading downtown." "Got somebody coming up the other way!" "Cut her off!" "Jesus Christ!" "What kind of a Busch League idiot managed to screw this up?" "Sir, the agent at the scene attempted to secure the mark..." "What was your response?" "Re-routing local police and FBI units into a perimeter... /Who gave you that order?" "Slr, I'm following procedure..." "Downgrade it." "Sir." "Block the exits!" "Get me a perimeter!" "Listen up, folks." "The mark is one of us." "She's former NOC," "so let's take her out clean, shall we?" "She's family." "A family /cleans up its own mess." "Alex... what operatives do we have in the area?" "The list is up." "Call Mr. Pernell." "Mm?" "What you want?" "A little bit of this." "Yes, you good girl." "Yes, your mummy was a good cook, wasn't she?" "Momma was a really good cook, wasn't she?" "Yes." "Yes, yes." "Pernell." "Yeah." "Send me the file." "Hands on your head!" "Hands on your head!" "Get off the bike!" "Cuff her." "Five minutes." "Did you happen to notice a tall man with red hair back at your house, I mean." "Yeah, I guess he'd be /kind of easy to miss." "Forgettable face, average features, you know." "You shot him." "He was in my wedding." "But you're not a big fan of marriage, are you?" "You shoulda heard what came over the walkie when our man walked into your bedroom." "What did he do, anyway?" "Leave the toilet seat up?" "Who are you really?" "Dogwood won't say." "Thanks for the escort, guys, but I can take it from here." "Say again, are you waving us off?" "Hell of a mess back there." "You guys have better things to do." "Copy that." "Almost there." "This is our stop." "You're telling me." "Okay." "Get out of the car." "Out of the car." "Let's walk over there." "I'm not an evil man." "So how was work?" "Dull." "Shit!" "Hello?" "Did you kill my husband?" "How did you get this number?" "That's not a no." "No!" "Of course not." "He has a tattoo." "Lisa." "Explain that." "Did you give it to him?" "What?" "Jane, your husband wasn't the only one." "There were others." "Look, you're losing touch." "What you're doing doesn't make a lot of sense." "Jim!" "It's me!" "I'm very concerned." "You've done this before." "I loved him." "Loved." "Do you understand that?" "Yes, I understand." "Almost there." "Guide me in." "Look, Jane, why don't you come home?" "Prove the evidence wrong." "It's the only play you've got left." " She's currently MIA, /six guys in the hospital." "one more shot dead, missing..." "Fifty bucks says she's hormonal." "No!" "No, no, no!" "Don't turn around!" "I hope you're feeling helpful." "Look, I don't know even if I can do it." "My password can only access whatever information you find helpful." "Log in." "FBI Intranet." "What am I looking for?" "Someone that shouldn't exist." "I want to know when this name was /added to the criminal database." "Ignore the metadata." "Find the log that shows the upload." "I should really get that." "They're gonna wonder why..." "Find the log." "Let it ring." "You're talking IP logs for the entire Bureau." "That's a hell of a lot of chatter." "It came from SAD." "Who-who-who are you?" "Stay focused." "There." "Uploaded on January ninth." "It's buried but it's there." "Sarah Bentley." "Who sent it?" "It doesn't work that way." "We have an IP address... /Show me the file!" "Skip forward to the last entry." "The file was uploaded on the ninth?" "Something's wrong." "There shouldn't be an entry /post-dating the creation of the file." "Copy the IP routing logs to this." "Don't make me wait." "What did I just do?" "Give me your driver's license." "Chuck Ditmar. 1820 Foreman Avenue." "I'm keeping this, and you're keeping your eyes forward." "And then I won't have to use it." "Your mark is Stephen Wynters," "CEO of White Hat Softwerks." "Current intel indicates he's furnishing" "foreign parties with /tools for sabotage." "You don't have to do this!" "Nasty stuff." "Destroys bank records, /wipes out electronic assets." "It won't work without the key." "It's encrypted." "He doesn't know that." "For my protection." "This is a preemptive strike." "So please be discreet." "We have unofficial /authorization for a domestic hit." "Look, you can take it." "He can have the money." "Ministry of Fear." "Second shelf." "Take it!" "Plausible deniability." "Eyes only." "Take it!" "Sorry." "It wasn't in the briefing." "Oh my God." "Jane." "The hit on White Hat /wasn't authorized, was it?" "So you admit that now?" "You ready to turn yourself in?" "What am I covering up for you?" "Now you're accusing me?" "The kill was uploaded into my FBI file /four days before I pulled the trigger." "Am I supposed to believe /the Fed are fortunetellers?" "Reality is just a buzz deep in your skull, isn't it?" "What's Source9?" "I don't know." "You paid for it." "Really?" "And what did I buy?" "I've got an IP trail connecting you to the purchase." "If you believed that you wouldn't be running." "It's encrypted." "Did you know that?" "Guess not." "Guess who has the key." "Wanna make a deal?" "Jane, you've known me half your life." "You've always trusted me." "Trust me now." "Believe me, you're being played." "You know what my dad used to tell me about trust?" "Follow the money." "Goodbye, Jim." "Jimmy, is that you?" "Come on in." "You look like my grandmother." "Up all night?" "Problem with your tie?" "I just dribbled coffee on the damn thing." "Well, you won't get it off without ruining the fabric." "Yeah, I like that one, it's a pretty shade of power red too, don't you think?" "So." "I need your help." "Should that worry me?" "Not yet." "Your wife doesn't let you play poker much, does she?" "What?" "There was a baseline encryption on the file." "Subtle." "Something we missed." "And?" "And she's got it, and... she destroyed the disk it came from." "Cryptography?" "You really wanna sign the form that flags us for NSA?" "What sort of help are we talking about?" "Caribbean." "A little out of /our jurisdiction, isn't it?" " Don't engage unless /absolutely necessary." "We've alerted the /bank in Port of Spain." "Simplest option is to let /her hang herself there." "Anything else?" "We'll let you know." "Okay." "Next." "Passport please." "Thank you." "Sir, Jane just passed customs in Port of Spain under one of her aliases." "Port of Spain?" "Did they detain her?" "No, sir." "The bulletin only required that they flag her entry." "Get me whatever bird's flying over the Caribbean and point it straight at Trinidad." "Start making calls." "She looks really hot." "Buy you a drink, love?" "Want a drink?" "But she walks away." "There's 50 quid in it if you can lay her within the hour." "Fifty quid?" "You can afford that?" "Sweetheart!" "Give a man a chance!" "Hope it's alright." "I'll send /flowers and leave chocolates." "Was that or was that not a smile?" "You better locate a cash machine, son." "Right." "Welcome." "That's the bathroom." "That... now, that's the bed where we'll, uh..." "Alright." "Hello." "Oh, are you into kinky?" "Is this a freaking robbery?" "If you do what I tell you, you get 10,000 dollars." "If you don't, the maid is gonna have a hell of a time cleaning up the sheets." "Pretty straightforward." "Prove it." "Okay." "Okay." "Good." "What are you doing?" "You got a suit?" "Far right." "I thought you said you were alone." "She won't be coming back." "You sure about that?" "Why do you think I was drinking?" "Get changed." "I'm gonna borrow your bathroom." "And you're not gonna move." "'Cause you wanna get paid." "And you don't wanna spend the rest of /your vacation looking over your shoulder." "We leave in five minutes." "Good boy." "What?" "Am I your pet now?" "How loyal are you?" "So, ten grand?" "You're gonna walk into the bank across the street, and pretend to be someone you're not." "They're going to believe you." "You walk out rich." "Just like that?" "Just like that." "That easy?" "I foresee some complications." "Most Caribbean banks don't require photo I D." "All you need is a name, an account number and a passcode." "No questions, no paper trail, good for the local economy." "What's that?" "A name, an account and a passcode." "What do you need me for?" "The name on the account is James Witkoff." "And I'm not a man." "Alright." "Let's go then." "Good morning." "May I help you?" "I would like to access my safety deposit box." "Certainly, sir." "Please follow me." "James Witkoff." "W-l-T-K-O-F-F." "Yes, Mr. Witkoff." "I just need your account number and passcode." "Account number's on the top there." "Alright." "Right this way." "Here you go." "Thanks." "Call in a tip to the Trini Police." "Tell them there's gonna be a robbery at the Lucas De Paul Bank." "Tell them she's armed." "Contact Mr. Pernell." "Sir, I don't have intel on..." "Yes, you do." "From me." "It'll just be one moment." "Nobody move!" "Get on the ground!" "Hands on your head!" "Drop the gun." "Which box?" "Number 36." "Give him the keys!" "You want your money or not?" "There's a lot." "I know!" "There's a disk!" "Take it!" "Give me the bag." "Give it to me." "Or what?" "You shoot me?" "You shoot me, they shoot you." "You'll never make it through the door, I promise you." "You mean that, don't you?" "I'll give you the bag when I get to somewhere safe." "Deal?" "Fine." "How do I get to the roof?" "They are heading for the roof." "Disengage the locks." "Disengage the locks." "Through the door!" "Me first?" "Give me your gun!" "No!" "What am I supposed to do then!" "Fuck, oh fuck!" "Jump!" "Get out." "Get in." "Get out of the car!" "Now!" "Oh, oh, oh!" "We've negotiated extradition rights in the event of her capture." "You may detain her but do not have the right to interrogate." "I realize who you are, but you do not have the right..." "Call my embassy." "Yes." "Your daddy would take you hunting." "What?" "My dad used to take me grouse hunting when I was a boy." "Is this gonna be a long story?" "It doesn't work." "Hunting together." "You make too much noise, the birds fly off in the bushes." "Don't you dare edge me out." "You're a noisy son of a bitch." "You're making her run." "You wanna catch a bird?" "You gotta come at it from both sides." "One of you better know how to be quiet." "Who the hell is that?" "I don't know his name." "How's your arm?" "Still want that gun?" "Hey, I'm not the bad guy." "It's out of bullets!" "Shoot!" "Oh!" "Oh!" "Drop the gun!" "Drop the gun!" "Drop the gun!" "Drop It!" "We're placing you under arrest." "Get into the church." "Wh... why?" "Satellites." "How's your arm?" "It bloody hurts." "What we in for?" "Including the bearer bonds, a little over 10 million." "What's this?" "Enough." "Well, when it was sex, I thought why bother?" "But now since we're business partners, what's your name?" "Jane." "Jane what?" "Lars." "Lars Pitkin." "I'm in deep shit now, aren't I?" "Where's the disk?" "What's it worth to you?" "You don't know when to quit." "You want more money?" "Take it." "And give me the disk." "Jesus Christ." "Do you want me to shoot you?" "There were cameras at that bank." "They've seen my face." "Paranoia doesn't suit you." "You've been paid." "I don't stand a chance on my own." "Ask me one more time to pull the trigger." "And you're happy with that?" "Just letting a man die?" "Look, just get me off the island and we'll call it even." "Give me the disk." "Kinda cute when you're threatening people." "You want off the island?" "Well, this is your ticket." "Courtesy of the NCS Directorate." "It wasn't in the briefing." "Yeah, you weren't supposed to be seen." "Can you tell me who the hell you are now?" "We would prefer that you complete your /agenda without further assistance." "However, it is imperative that you report /to me upon acquisition of your mark." "You are to secure the package and await further instructions." "I'm sorry, I'm confused." "Are you signing my paycheck now?" "You were never here." "Get out." "Sir?" "Pernell just checked in." "He lost her." "He said he's made contact with another contractor." "What is it, Alex?" "Sir, why am I being kept in the dark?" "Why am you being kept in the dark about what?" "The bank." "I had no information on the asset's location." "Where did you get the intel...?" "That's... classified." "I'm sorry, Alex." "That's just the way it is." "I'm just saying we could swim." "We're only like 30 km from Venezuela." "If they can read a newspaper from space, they sure as hell can spot your breaststroke." "Then what do you suggest?" "We need a telephone." "Got one?" "No." "Then shut up!" "Cover your blood." "Miss Gudoff, may I help you?" "Hi, we're tourists visiting for our honeymoon." "And our car broke down a few miles back." "And, this is so embarrassing, we're completely lost." "Could we borrow your phone?" "I'm sorry, where are my manners?" "Would this help?" "Could we possibly borrow a room as well?" "Cross your fingers." "What happened?" "He won't negotiate." "What's that mean?" "Can't afford loose ends." "I'm not getting off this island, am I?" "I'm sorry." "Who's gonna feed my hamster?" "What's on that disk, then?" "Does it matter?" "Jesus Christ, if I'm gonna die for it, it bloody well better!" "My husband woulda liked you." "Whatever it is, it's foreign financed." "Then what's it doing in a safety deposit box belonging to a CIA?" "I don't know." "Now what?" "We wait." "Get ready to move, because we don't know when the next..." "Sorry about that." "I didn't mean to." "It's my fault you're here." "How long was I...?" "About 10." "It's almost done." "Got blood on her sheets after all." "Oh, yeah." "Who's Lisa?" "You kept saying it." "Lisa was my baby sister." "When I was 19, she was raped by some of our stepdad's friends." "They killed her." "I didn't Wait for the police." "I found them and I killed them." "I carved her name into their skin so no one could wipe it away." "Then I ran." "I was picked up two days later but not by the cops." "It was Witkoff." "The SAD." "The CIA hired me in exchange for /wiping out my criminal record." "It happens all the time." "Most /people aren't built to kill." "It goes against instinct." "It's easier to just train the ones who discover it all on their own." "Like me." "Decryption's done." "Oh my God." "Drop the gun!" "Drop it!" "Drop It!" "The choice is yours." "Is he dead?" "It's up to you now, isn't it?" "Drop the gun." "Hands behind your head." "Move to the middle of the room." "On your knees!" "Who's your handler?" "It's Witkoff, isn't it?" "Ask yourself how I could possibly know that." "in my pocket." "Copy." "Two minutes, that's all I ask." "You've got 60 seconds." "I'm a NOC." "Witkoff was my handler." "He's developing something, it's a worm, maybe a virus." "It's an attack on the U. S. financial stream." "It targets routing numbers from the Federal Reserve." "It destroys money." "I have it on that machine." "I'm not very technical." "It's encrypted." "I have the key." "It's what they want!" "Ask yourself why you're here." "To kill me?" "Trust me, you're just a mule." "Go ahead." "Check in." "Tell Witkoff you've got the file." "See what he says." "I promise you, you're already dead." "Dogwood." "I'd like to file a report." " Code authorized." "Please hold." "Transferring me." "Witkoff." "Sir." "Yes, son?" "Target is in front of me." "Have you searched the body?" "There's a laptop," "something about /decryption and Source 9." "Should I grab it?" "Give me your exact location." "I need to brief you in person." "I'll explain later..." "Okay." "I could've killed you but I didn't." "Oh no, come on." "Gotta get out of here." "We have a problem." "You need a doctor." "Why?" "I feel great." "The other asset, who is he?" "No idea." "He wouldn't say." "Do you have access to his controller?" "He won't give us access now." "He will if we use the right phone." "This goes higher than Witkoff." "The Agency can't afford a scandal." "Someone will negotiate." "Come on!" "Unacceptable." "I need more latitude." "You've lost two assets, and you want me to help you lose a third." "You want me to fix it?" "You have no working file." "She's got your money." "You call that fixed?" "Don't forget, you involved me." "I'm late for a meeting." "There's still time." "You sure about that?" "I have a couple hundred dollars." "Will that do?" "Okay." "Thanks." "I really appreciate it." "Thanks a lot." "We won't be long." "Don't give them your name." "Let the money do the talking." "You'll just leave me on their doorstep?" "You're hurt, better leave you here than alone." "We need to move." "You can make it." "We need to find a safe /place to make a phone call." "Where'd you park your car?" "Make a left." "Give me your phone." "You're asking for it." "It'll keep redialing Dogwood with my passcard until the battery runs out." "It should be easy to trace." "They're not stupid." "We have what they want." "How the hell is she doing that?" "Get a team on the ground." "Tell the State Dept." "whatever you have to." "Do it!" "Sniper!" "Go!" "Go!" "She took out the whole team." "Why me?" "(trembling] It was Merlot, wasn't it?" "How did it taste?" "I'm going to borrow your phone." "Yes." "My authorization code is Alpha, Tango," "Six, Niner, Seven." "My handler is Witkoff." "I'd like to check in." "Hello, Jane." "I want you to listen to this." "Do you understand what just happened?" "What do you want?" "Who is this?" "The decrypter, is it still intact?" "I'll say it again, what do you want?" "I have evidence linking the development of an attack on the Federal Reserve to James Witkoff at the CIA." "I'm sure a congressional oversight /will be interested to learn that." "May I assume we're talking blackmail?" "I take my evidence and the disk and I go away." "In return, you turn off the satellites for the next six hours." "You do not pursue." "If I feel safe," "Congress never hears a thing." "If I don't..." "What's to stop you from turning over the file once I let you go?" "Nothing." "You won't sleep well." "I never have." "You have six hours." "The skies are dark for the next six hours." "Use it." "What's your name?" "I forgot." "Yes?" "Witkoff." "Jim, it's me." "We should meet to discuss /the day." "You hungry?" "Alex." "Don't forget to turn out the lights." "No, I can't." "Heading back to the company after this." "Well, enjoy the paperwork." "I'll miss you in Mexico." "You really think we can run?" "Ahh." "We're spooks, aren't we?" "Ahh." "I can't remember the last time I saw you outside of the Agency." "We should've done this more often." "How poetic." "Sorry, Jimmy." "You didn't fix it." "Dinner's on me." "The least you could do." "So Jane, now that we're business partners, are we gonna split that?" "My name is Sarah."