I.T. Page #4

about it, Rose.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Negative, are you sure?

Yes. Negative. Please don't

worry, you're perfectly fine.

No, thank you.

Thank you, Doctor.

I don't know who emailed you

what, but everything looks fine.

Rusty, you okay?

No, I'm not.

I got an email today

about the mammogram

and it said that I tested

positive for breast cancer.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

No, I'm fine,

I spoke to the doctor.

- He said-

- MIKE:
Are you okay?

I'm okay. He said that I'm fine.

- Are you sure?

- He's scaring me, Mike.

It had to be him.

Mike?

F***er.

I'll tear him to pieces, Rose.

I swear to God,

I'll f***ing tear him to pieces.

(RAIN PATTERING)

(ED YELLING)

(PUNCHING)

Stay away from me and family,

you got it?

You shouldn't f*** over

your friends, Mike.

You f***ing psycho.

I'm not your friend.

I didn't touch your family...

yet.

- (PUNCHING)

- (GRUNTING)

You try that,

I will f***ing kill you.

You understand me?

F*** you, Regan.

I spent my whole life

dealing with bullies like you.

- (GRUNTING)

- Yeah.

"Oh, he's got f***ing special

skills! Let's f***ing use him!"

You f***ing used me, Mike.

I wonder if your clients know

what a two-faced,

f***ing piece of sh*t you are.

- (PUNCHING)

- (GRUNTING)

Tough guy, huh? Huh?

We'll see how tough you are

when your f***ing planes

start falling out of the sky.

Mike, I've got

your whole operation

strung up like a mine field.

- Bullshit.

- You wanna find out?

- (PUNCHING)

- (GRUNTING)

You stay the f*** away

from my family, you hear me?

Stay the f*** away

from my family!

(SLAPPING)

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

- (LAUGHING AND CHATTERING)

- (PHONES RINGING AND CHIMING)

BOY:
Hey, I got that video.

(KAITLYN MOANING)

I'm sorry.

I'm here, Kaitlyn,

my darling girl, I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry, child.

Listen, I tried to warn you,

I did.

The pictures you take,

the things that you record,

they can be used to hurt you.

Do you understand? Do you

understand what I'm saying?

Dad, I didn't...

I didn't take any pictures.

I took a shower!

Okay, I didn't do any of this!

That f***ing creep you let

in the house, he did this!

All right, all right,

Kaitlyn, that's enough.

No, Dad, this isn't my fault!

This is your fault!

Just... No, go away!

- MIKE:
Kaitlyn...

- ROSE:
Honey, honey?

Great!

Great job, Mike.

- MIKE:
Don't start.

- (DOOR CLOSING)

- ROSE:
Don't start?

- MIKE:
Take her home!

ROSE:
Where are you going?

Mike!

(ENGINE ROARING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Let me guess,

you're on your way?

I'm gonna kill you, Porter.

I am gonna f***ing kill you!

Oh, bad move!

Recorded death threat, Michael.

You f***ing phoned me!

Hey, Mike, you know

what I learned at the NSA?

Everybody is a liar.

The polished man

with the successful business

and the perfect family.

Beautiful wife, beautiful house,

gorgeous daughter.

It's all a f***ing lie.

Let's chat about

darling little Kaitlyn.

Mm, Kaitlyn, Mike.

Do you think

she's still a virgin?

Because, Mike, I have my doubts.

Right, Daddy?

(KAITLYN MOANING)

You little f***er.

(ED LAUGHING)

(KAITLYN MOANING)

Don't you f***ing

go near my daughter!

ED:
Oh, they grow up so fast.

- MIKE:
You f***er!

- Don't they, Michael?

Oh, Mike, c'mon.

I gave her a life lesson.

You're a dead man,

it's as simple as that.

You're a f***ing dead man!

I'm a dead man?

Mike, I just don't think you

have it in you to kill anybody.

(BEEPING)

You just don't have that...

that le... that level of control.

MIKE:

Come on, you little f***er!

I'll f***ing kill you!

You're not the master

of the universe, Mike.

MIKE:
You're a dead man, Porter!

(SCREAMING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(METAL AND GLASS SHATTERING)

(GROANING)

So, you told the officer

the car went out of control.

He tried to kill me!

What are you gonna do?

Okay, look. The thing is,

one of my detectives

was at your company,

took a bunch of statements.

Your I.T. guys

were all very eager

to mention Mr. Porter by name.

Yeah, well they worked with him.

I mean, no one liked him.

And there's this

SEC investigation

going on with your company.

I'd say you've got a lot

on your plate, Mr. Regan.

Yeah, meaning?

I'd hate for you to go

blaming this poor schmuck

for all your problems.

Oh, so I'm the bad guy now,

is that what you're saying?

- No, I didn't say that.

- MIKE:
He tried to kill me!

You have any evidence

that he's actually done

any of these things,

Mr. Regan?

- MIKE:
Are you all right?

- No.

You?

What did the cops say?

Are they gonna do anything?

Mike?

Nothing.

I am so sorry.

I love you, Mike.

You're the love

of my f***ing life,

but I don't want to hear that.

I don't want to hear sorries.

You brought that man

into our house,

into our home.

I want you to sort it out.

Yeah.

Fix it.

All right?

Yeah.

Okay?

Fix it.

- I will.

- Promise?

I promise, come here.

(CELL PHONE DIALING)

(PHONE RINGING)

PETER:
Hello?

MIKE:
May I speak

to Peter Buck, please?

PETER:
Yeah, this is...

this is Peter Buck.

MIKE:
Peter, this is Mike Regan.

PETER:
Mike, hey.

MIKE:
Listen, I am sorry

to call you so late.

PETER:

What can I do for you, Mike?

MIKE:
Peter, I need a favor.

PETER:
Okay. I'm listening.

It's not just

online fraud stuff, I get it.

You gotta dig deep and

take care of the problem

at its source.

You need someone

who can do what he does.

You're being attacked.

You have to look at the true

point of view of an attack.

You've got so many

multiple weak spots.

You know, we're not

screwing around here, Mike.

You need to shut this guy down.

Mike, with a guy like this,

you can't just get rid of him,

you know?

He's gonna have left time-bombs,

trip-wire emails,

the whole lot.

You gotta clean it up.

You can't just, you know,

disappear this guy.

We have guys, you know,

we have cleaners.

You know,

that's what we call them.

State Department, CIA,

has different names for them,

but we call them cleaners.

Yeah, there's a...

There's a guy we use

at the State Department.

He's sort of off-program.

He might, err...

might be what you need.

(SIGHING)

MIKE:
Peter Bu...

I am Henrik.

May I have your cell phone

please, Mr. Regan?

Thank you.

Your phone will function

normally in 24 hours.

(PHONE BUZZING)

Shall we get moving?

To your right.

What's gonna happen, Mom?

I don't know.

What are you doing?

HENRIK:
I don't want him

to see my face.

I'm back!

This is my new friend.

It's okay, it's okay.

He doesn't want Porter

to see his face.

Very nice to meet you.

Yeah, thank you.

Nice to meet you.

Hi.

- HENRIK:
May I?

- Go ahead.

Very beautiful prison and...

broadcast facility

you've built here.

All the house like this?

MIKE:
Uh huh.

- Smart everywhere?

- MIKE:
Yeah.

All the rooms?

Yeah.

How do we start?

We make the house dumb.

Okay, Mr. Regan,

the first thing we do is

sterilize you and your family.

We need to do all we can

to scrub you from the web,

reduce your footprint

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