Echelon Conspiracy Page #4

One call and we're gonna

pop up on the grid.

Fine. So, we go to Moscow.

Just like that. Me and you,

go to Moscow, right now.

If you got a better idea,

spit it out!

You know what, I'll go myself. Let me

out.

Look, buddy, you would not be alive

right now if it wasn't for me.

I am not gonna be alive if

I don't get some answers soon.

So, stop the car.

Stop the goddamn car!

Fine.

Where the hell do you

think you're gonna go?

They've got your

phone, remember?

And I've got your SIM

card information.

Kamila cloned it.

That's great.

She really went above and beyond,

didn't she?

Yeah, I'd say she did.

She risked her life protecting you.

You know a lot of women

that would do that for you?

Forget about Kamila.

Can you get me to

Moscow or not?

Mueller can, but I don't know how

we're gonna convince him to do that.

Russian cabbie can do

what the NSA can't?

Yuri says he has equipment.

He's got connections.

That's not good enough.

Listen, back at Corgem, we bought...

...cryptography modules

from the Russians.

They have things we don't have, sh*t

the Chinese and Israelis don't have.

I don't know how they got it,

but they're jacked in.

All right, maybe so.

But what makes you

think we can trust this guy?

We can trust him a hell of a lot more

than your buddies from NSA.

Okay.

I'll get us to Moscow,

but you better be right about this.

Sir?

Facial recognition got a ping.

Moscow.

This is where we're going.

Your seatbelt's broken.

It won't fasten.

Why you need fasten?

'Cause it's the law.

You do that, police stop us.

They think something wrong.

Welcome to Moscow.

Yes, sir.

They're in Moscow.

Is that a B or a 6?

Oh. Max with GZT-650.

You come to Moscow after all.

Who this man?

He's cool.

Don't look cool.

What do you want?

Answers.

It's my SIM info.

It's been you all along, hasn't it?

- Reed!

- Shut up!

You just happen to pick

Max up at the airport...

...know all about his phone,

and then offerto help him?

I don't send messages,

sir, I swear.

Prove it!

You bring SIM all this way. Let me

find out who's sending messages.

Reed, listen to me.

We've got to trust somebody.

Just give me three hours.

You try to run and I will hunt you down.

Come on.

You're awful quiet.

It's just strange being here.

This was Cold War Central

when I started at the Bureau.

You were in the FBI with Grant?

Did you like it?

Yeah, I did.

So why'd you leave?

I had a big mouth.

Patriot Act was up for renewal.

I was pushing for stricter safeguards.

Burke at NSAwanted to

fast-track approval.

He didn't appreciate having

somebody on the inside speaking out.

So you were forced out.

No. He had Grant take care of that.

Wait a minute.

That's it? You just left?

What good is freedom of

speech if you can't use it?

You can't just leave.

Why not?

Reed, you don't strike me

as the kind of guy...

...who's gonna be happy guarding

people's money in a Prague casino.

Look, I'm taking care of myself.

Then what are you doing here?

Getting paid to find out

who's doing this.

And you don't care who it is orwhy?

Not even a little.

I just think you feel

sorry for yourself.

Let's just get back, okay?

Did you figure it out?

Yeah.

So, who's sending the messages?

You won't like answer.

This is entire input/output stream...

...for all messages sent to SIM.

Box is empty.

Nobody used Echelon

to send messages.

Echelon sent them itself.

You gotta be kidding me.

That's your explanation?

Wait, what are you saying,

that it's alive?

No. Just following its programming.

That's your explanation?

I knew you wouldn't believe me.

You're damn right I don't believe you.

You tell me if I could do this.

This list is all Echelon intercepts

cross-containing SIM information...

...and name Max Peterson.

First, I sub-sort for information

relating to flight 4400.

Night before you receive phone...

...Echelon intercepted fuel analysis at

Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok.

Test results indicate fuel viscosity

exceeds maximum...

...but fuel provider reports normal

viscosity.

Echelon knew flight 4400 would crash.

Yes, with probability of 94.67%.

I'm not buying it.

- No?

- No.

Okay, it gets better. Day of crash,

Echelon intercepts SMS.

Senderwas Chairman of Board

of Tercom Corporation.

Recipient was Li Lin Chao,

Director of Syzor.

Message body reads...

"Congratulations.

Our board has ratified your bid".

So Echelon intercepts an SMS

for a little insidertrading.

Precisely.

Big deal. Anyone with access to

Echelon could've done that.

Maybe so, but only computer

could have known that...

...two of Empire Casino's high-paying

slots would pay off in one night.

And the blackjack tables?

Simple card counting.

It just watched table

and calculated probability of...

...blackjack or dealer going bust.

No human can count that fast.

Echelon can access any

security camera in world.

Nobody used Echelon

to send messages.

Echelon sent them itself.

So, if Max has phone,

it has Max.

But why me?

What's so special about me?

Sh*t!

All right, how do we get out of here?

This stairwell. Hurry!

All right, come on.

Stairwell.

FBI crash course?

Brooklyn childhood.

F*** this.

Look for a map.

It's in Cyrillic.

- Left or right?

- I don't...

- Left or right?

- Left!

I meant right.

Great.

Sh*t.

All right, hold on.

Reed, let's talk!

All right, Grant. I'll start.

Jackasses,

I wasn't trying to kill you.

Grab his other gun.

It's on his ankle.

- I can prove it.

- Whoa, easy.

Oh, sh*t.

All right, on yourfeet, Grant!

Let's go, move it!

Come on!

"I see you. I want Max".

We need you.

It will only deal with you.

Not even Burke

can touch you now.

Yeah? You got a funny

way of showing it.

Until it resumes contact,

we're stuck on...

What do you mean "it?"

We believe that Echelon may be

sending the messages itself.

Will you help us, Peterson?

Will you help us?

Can I trust you?

Of course you can trust me.

I said, can I trust you?

Max, what are you doing?

Can I trust you?

You quit f***ing around, man.

You can trust me!

You know what?

I believe you, Sunshine.

Give me that goddamn thing.

That was loud.

What does it say?

What the hell does that mean?

It's a zip code.

This was the first

installation I did.

In Omaha.

Sir, the NSA has uploaded the

information on the Omaha facility.

Are we set up?

Yes. We're coordinating

with local SWAT.

Good.

The facility is a converted

hangar bought by...

...a start-up planning to

lease bandwidth.

That ring a bell?

I remember it was a strange

building to house servers in.

Yeah, apparently so did the

potential clients.

The company was sold at auction

before they even opened.

The place hasn't been entered

since time of sale.

We're still trying to locate the

current owner.

What'd you do there?

Same thing I always do.

Installed BIOS

level failsafe circuitry.

BIOS what?

Password protection.

I'm impressed.

I always thought you

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