Echelon Conspiracy Page #2

Yeah, but I can't go to Moscow.

You change mind, you have card.

Thanks, Yuri.

You forget something?

Pleasure doing business.

Say hi to mother.

Castle slot.

East wing.

He's back.

All right, where's he headed?

East wing.

East wing?

Maximum bet on next pull.

Oh, sh*t.

Yes!

Hold it right there!

Don't let that guy leave!

Sh*t.

Max Peterson?

I'm Special Agent Grant of the FBI.

Put your hands behind your back.

Now!

Grant?

What the f*** are you doing here?

I don't care what this

guy did, all right?

He ripped us off, he stays here.

He comes with us.

I'm not in the Bureau anymore.

You don't give me orders.

I don't have to.

We're taking Sunshine here.

It's good to see

you're still a prick.

Nice tie.

- Tell me about the phone.

- Look, I didn't know.

Whatever it is, I'm really sorry.

Okay, I'll get you started.

You bought it online with a credit card

of one Stuart Wallace.

Then you came here and

you used it to rob a casino.

How am I doing so far?

I swearto God, I don't know what

you're talking about.

This phone came to me in the mail.

Who are you working with,

Mr. Peterson?

Oh, my God, nobody!

I don't know what

you're talking about.

I'll make it easy.

Yuri Malinin.

A known hackerfrom Moscow.

We have a tape of you and him

exchanging equipment.

No, look, I just met him today. He

picked me up from the airport, okay?

Who's sending the messages?

I told you, I don't know, okay?

I got a package and...

You know, no one knows you're here.

Who's sending the messages?

Look, I swear, you gotta believe me,

I don't know.

Who's sending the messages?

Please, I don't know!

Oh, God, just, no, don't!

Bye, Sunshine.

No!

I don't know who sent

the messages, okay?

You know what?

I believe you.

Still resourceful, I see.

This is my town, remember?

Have a seat. Can we get you something?

Cappuccino?

What are you doing here, Dave?

We clean our own house.

This is biggerthan your house, John.

You think I'd fly here and pull the strings

to conduct this operation if it wasn't?

All right.

How about you clue me in?

I'd say you owe me

at least that much.

And I'll take coffee, black,

thank you.

Okay, John.

We've been investigating people...

...receiving financial tips

via text and SMS.

The recipients have

all been American.

Otherthan that, they seem random.

The first was an executive at Axapris,

a major credit bureau.

The next, a realtor.

They both received tips

to buy stocks.

The stocks went up.

Now, once the person is

hooked on making easy money...

...we think they start receiving

instructions.

Last week we found another...

An IT administrator at the

Department of Defense.

She made a million

dollars buying stocks...

...before a co-worker noticed her

receiving unusual text messages.

Then one night she receives

a message...

...and shuts down the firewalls

to the Pentagon's servers.

Who sent the messages?

The senderfields on the texts are

always blank and untraceable.

Can't you interrogate the recipients?

I would.

But they're all dead.

Now you see why your guy

is so important.

You got tipped to the woman.

How did you find Peterson?

We intercepted a similar

text in Bangkok...

...ID-ed him, showed a

sudden ticket to Prague.

I hopped on the next flight.

Doesn't sound like

FBI technology.

I'm coordinating with

Burke at NSA on this.

Oh, Mr. Total Information

Awareness, huh?

Yeah. He's shitting bricks afterthe

DOD incident.

They can trace the texts

if Peterson plays ball.

Can I count on your help?

You have a good nap, Sunshine?

You all right?

Option one,

you can help us nail these bastards.

Option two, you can go

to prison forfraud.

So, what will it be, one ortwo?

Oh, gee, let me think.

Good.

Come on.

I'll give you a ride back to the hotel.

I'll hold onto this till tonight.

You stay confined

to the hotel and act normal.

Normal?

It's Grant for you, sir.

Coffee's cold.

Morning, Grant.

Afternoon, sir.

Right. Now that we've got the small

talk out of the way, what's our status?

We got Peterson.

And?

He doesn't know anything.

Whoever's playing him

is doing it anonymously.

Why him? Any idea?

Not yet, sir.

When can we go live?

We can be ready in

three hours, sir.

Done.

Tracking protocol in three hours,

folks.

Zone 180, trunk-line three negative

lock.

Someday all this will be yours.

Really?

No.

Sir?

John.

I need some answers.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mueller.

I haven't got

anything for you yet.

A man walks into my casino

with nothing more than a phone...

...and walks out with

three million Euros.

If my casinos are vulnerable,

what about my banks?

What about my

commodities operations?

I need to know that some

fool with a phone...

...can't bring down a

multi-billion dollar empire.

I will find whoever's behind this.

Not just who, John. How.

Of course.

Do you like archery, John?

I'm sorry?

Archery.

I was quite an archer

when I was young.

I was passionate about it.

Used to make my own arrows.

Do you know the secret of making an

arrow that will fly to the target?

You need strong feathers.

So, I bought myself a falcon.

Called him Apollo,

afterthe god of archery.

Marvelous creature.

Beautiful, proud.

Magnificent feathers.

So, one day,

Apollo was flying the grounds here.

Flying freely.

I was watching him,

admiring him.

I picked up my bow and shot him.

Straight through the heart.

Died instantly.

Do you know why I did that, John?

To remind myself.

It's the seemingly harmless

traces we leave behind...

...that later can be

used to destroy us.

Feathers, John.

Feathers.

I think I understand.

Follow the messages, John.

Bring me the sender.

Yes, sir.

Yeah?

Hi, it's Kamila.

Wow! Hi.

Where are you?

So, you basically protect

data from hackers?

Yeah. Believe me,

it's not as exciting as it sounds.

Well, don't get me wrong,

it's not a bad job.

I get to travel sometimes.

But why computers?

Well, I don't know.

They're reliable.

They always follow

their programming.

What, as opposed to people?

Well, yeah.

When computers tell you something,

it doesn't really hide what it means.

Oh.

What?

Someone's still hurting

from a bad break-up.

Beautiful and wise.

So, where are you from?

The States.

I bounced around a lot.

And you live in Prague?

Yeah. I study photography

at the university.

So, now you're a photographer?

Not exactly.

Well...

...we all have our secrets,

I guess.

Oh, great.

I gotta go.

Again?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry. Can I buy

you dinner later? Please?

I don't know.

I'll cook.

You cook?

Let's do that.

Okay.

I'll see you later.

Okay.

We've isolated to trace.

We need three

messages for a lock.

What if I don't get three?

Well, then we wait until we do.

And just keep following their

instructions.

Whateverthey say?

Why do you even care?

It's not your money.

- What about my three million?

- Yourthree million?

I'll look right into that.

Grant?

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