Agent Cody Banks Page #5

A guy that works for the phone company.

You think I'm stupid?

What's going on here?

Fine.

I'm a junior secret agent

working for the CIA.

They gave me this stuff. Happy?

Whatever.

- What's this?

- I don't know.

It's been doing that

for a couple of hours.

- Turquoise is my favorite.

- I know.

She still has the micro-sensor.

She's in the Cascade Mountains.

Please, the Director's gotta talk to me. This

is important.

- He's not available.

- What about Ronica Miles?

- She is not available.

- Can you track her down?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Banks.

- Will anybody take my call?

Sorry, Banks.

- I have to go.

- You can't leave. You're grounded.

Alex, how would you like

to become a junior junior agent?

What's in it for me?

- Hey, Rosychuk, open the doors.

- Er, yeah.

You don't need to see a badge

or anything?

- Not from you.

- Didn't think so.

I'm worried about Cody.

- What.

- We haven't heard a peep out of him.

- Who?

- Maybe I was a little hard on him.

- I think I'm gonna go check on him.

- Alex, go to bed.

- You all right?

- I guess.

- You gonna stay in here all night?

- I guess.

- All right. Are you mad at me and Dad?

- I guess.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Are you gonna disobey us again

and stay out past your curfew?

I guess.

Just kidding.

All right, then.

Good night.

I need to get to Red Face.

- He stole the car?

- And a few other items, sir.

He's gone after Connors' daughter.

- You have to admire his perseverance.

- No, I don't.

Resisting orders,

stealing government property.

My summer camp wasn't training

operatives, it was training hoodlums.

This is your fault. You find that punk.

Or I'm gonna have your job.

- Who let him in here, anyway?

- Er, me, Rosychuk.

Stop. You have entered a restricted area.

Stop.

You are inside a restricted area.

Stop or you will be intercepted.

- Need any help?

- No, I'm fine.

How'd you find me? I threw away

that transceiver you put on me.

That wasn't a transceiver,

that was an 18-carat gold pin

that my mentor gave to me.

Sorry.

Don't you think the CIA has Lojack on

its stuff? Even that board has one.

What are you doing?

What do you think?

I'm getting the board.

You can hop on with me instead.

Listen, I'm not going back with you.

I'm here to rescue Natalie.

Me, too.

There.

Stand clear of the doors.

Warning. Doors closing.

Stand clear of the doors.

Warning. Doors closing.

Stand clear of the doors.

Warning.

Everything's locked.

Group five to Yellow Sector Zebra Niner.

Group five to Yellow Sector Zebra Niner.

- Everything OK?

- Sir.

So that's how they're doing it -

the ice cubes.

That's how they plan

to distribute the nanobots.

Everyone uses ice cubes.

No one will know what hit them.

So difficult to get good sushi

in the mountains.

- How's the girl?

- She's trouble.

She's 15 years old,

how much trouble can she be?

Go.

Blue team to Sector One-Four.

- Check.

- Check.

Oh, my God! They got you too.

- No, I'm here on my own.

- What are you doing here?

Let's discuss it over some ice cream.

I'm not moving till

I know what's going on.

I'll tell you later. Let's go.

Last time I went out with you,

it didn't go so well.

Group five to Yellow Sector...

Boss, take a look at this.

It's that kid again.

Go get him.

- Guys, listen up.

- It must be love.

- You're not gonna propose to me?

- No, I'm hiding from the camera.

Look. I work for the CIA.

- Yeah, right!

- No, really, I'm serious.

I'm part of this

Agent Development Program.

Getting to you was my first assignment.

- Why did you need to get to me?

- To get to your dad.

Great. So...

So you just used me?

I cannot believe what an idiot I am!

Cody, I thought you were different.

Listen.

In the beginning

it was just my assignment

but towards the end they...

They what?

They pulled me off the job.

Why?

They pulled me off the job because...

I was getting too emotionally attached

to the subject.

We gotta go. Now.

Cody, what is the school nurse

doing here?

- I was gonna tell you but...

- Hello. Ronica Miles, CIA.

Let's go.

- We gotta go!

- Let's go.

Sorry.

Hi, fellas. We were just...

leaving!

All right, let's go.

Come on.

Go get them!

Go, go, go!

Get her.

T minus three hours

until distribution sequence.

T minus three hours

until distribution sequence.

Don't tell me. CIA, right?

Love that suit.

No place for a gun in there.

Where is my dad?

I'm not going to tell you.

Where's little lover boy?

He can't get out. We'll find him.

Bring Connors up.

Central

Intelligence

Agency.

Just in time.

Tag team to Quadrant C, cargo pods.

Tag team to Quadrant C, cargo pods.

- Dad!

- Dr. Connors.

I'm going to place this ice cube, containing

thousands of nanobots,

on your daughter's forehead.

Program the nanobots

to obey that remote control.

If you don't,

her body temperature

will cause the ice to melt,

releasing the nanobots which

will then eat away indiscriminately.

Dad, don't do it.

All right, I'll do it. Just let her go.

Program the remote

and that's exactly what I'll do.

All right. Stay calm, Natalie.

Look at the water

on your daughter's forehead.

I can't do it this quick,

it's a complicated process.

Ice is melting.

Give it up, Brinkman.

Let her go.

- What are you gonna do about it?

- I'll blow this place up.

Let Natalie go.

No.

Cody, do it.

Come on, let's go.

Go, go, go!

Franois, get the remote!

Stop them, Franois. Stop them!

It's not gonna work.

Do it!

Boss!

I can't stop them!

I don't know what to do.

- Nice job.

- Thanks.

Are you all right?

Let's go, come on.

Let's go.

Cody, come on.

Warning. Nanobot containment breach.

Please proceed to

the nearest evacuation tunnel.

Warning. Nanobot containment breach.

Please proceed to

the nearest evacuation tunnel.

Dad!

- Meet us at the chopper.

- Dad!

Be careful. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Go!

- Get in.

- Nanobot containment breach.

Please proceed to

the nearest evacuation tunnel.

- I don't see them.

- They'll be here.

I do not see them. Where are they?

Duck.

There they are.

Thank God.

- Come on, we got to go.

- Get in.

They're jammed.

Come on!

Go! Lift off.

- What is he doing?

- He's finding a way to open the doors.

Oh, my God.

Why don't you land

so we can make a run for it?

In case you hadn't noticed,

there is no place to land.

Go! The doors! Go!

Here we go.

You messed up my haircut. See?

See?

Come here. Come here!

- Go, go, go!

- I know, I know!

- Sorry about your hair.

- Yeah?

Not as sorry as you're going to be.

- How's your family?

- A little worried.

Really?

They want me to go to public school.

You know, it's "safer".

Sorry. I know that freaks you out.

It's OK. You're my handler.

Partner.

- Congratulations.

- Good job, son.

Come here, you big lug!

Nicely done, kid.

You're the man.

Well done, Banks.

The country's proud of you.

If there's ever anything we can do

for you, anything at all.

Well, there is one thing.

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