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gave you all the fine print.

Yeah. He also took the last pair of

sunglasses I've managed not to lose.

I'm sorry.

What is this?

It's for your memory wipe.

We inject you with an isotope,

migrates to your brain

serves as a marker.

Another injection erases everything

back to the marker.

No barbaric cooking of the brain.

All right.

Wow.

- What have I gotten myself into?

- Let's go find out.

Initiating Blue Script directory.

Impressive.

This used to be our smallest unit.

Now it's our most profitable.

Mr. Rethrick, may I speak with you

for a moment?

- Have a look around. I'll be right back.

- OK.

Cycle complete.

Begin transmission of data.

All right! I give up! I give up.

Don't give up.

Dr. Porter. I guess I'm lucky you

didn't use thunder and lightning.

True.

OK, well, I won't question

your powers in the future.

Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.

I thought you said Marianne

was on a plane.

She was planning to make the

conference call from the plane, sir.

Look. I should probably apologize

for my behavior the other day.

I get like that sometimes,

and I shouldn't. I'm sorry.

Careful. You are in danger of sounding

like you want a second chance.

- Everything OK?

- Yeah.

- Say something else.

- Excuse me?

Say something nice.

Quick, otherwise I'll forget it.

Was that little breeze for our boy here?

Well, I owed him one. Now we're even.

Be nice, Mike's moving

into the neighborhood.

Oh.

- See you around.

- OK.

- You ready?

- Yeah. Let's go.

You can still back out.

No hard feelings.

No, I want to stay.

Michael Jennings, meet the other half

of your team, Dr. William Dekker.

- Nice to meet you.

- It's a pleasure.

Gentlemen. Let's have a look

at the next three years of your lives.

What happened?

Michael.

You're done.

- How long was it, Jimmy?

- It's been three years, Mike.

- How'd I do?

- You did good.

Your money's been transferred

to your account at Reddy Grant.

You've got an appointment

there at 1:
00.

Just go home, do the paperwork.

When you feel up to it, give me a call.

We've got a lot of catching up to do.

Ninety-two million dollars.

Everyone at Reddy Grant

appreciates your business.

Well, not as much as I appreciate

my business, I promise you.

OK.

Just sign there.

- All right.

- Great.

- Your personal items.

- Yes.

You only needed four stamps.

Oh, well, guess I could afford

the extra 50 cents.

I don't think this is my stuff.

- It's not?

- No.

- I don't know what happened.

- It's all right. Don't worry about it.

It doesn't matter.

Let's talk about my shares.

What I'd like to do

is get some money now,

and, you know, put the rest away

for long term, to live off.

So how do we do that?

Mr. Jennings,

you forfeited your shares.

I beg your pardon? What?

Yeah, here. Dated four weeks ago.

You surrendered the shares

and stated to deliver

only the envelope of personals.

- Don't you remember doing that, sir?

- No.

I don't remember that,

because I didn't do that.

Why would I do that? I wouldn't

do that. It doesn't make sense.

A mistake has been made,

and it needs to be corrected.

- I agree. It's a strange thing you did...

- It's not strange.

Strange is a little out of the

ordinary, but still plausible.

Giving away $100 million in shares

in a Fortune 500 company

for some knickknacks isn't strange,

it's insane.

No one would do that.

Doesn't make sense.

Unless you think this is a $40-million

can of hair spray, which is pink.

What, this is a $100-million

book of matches?

I've been out of it a few years.

Is this back in style now?

Are these $100-million sunglasses?

I'll look into it, but it's gonna

take me some time.

This is crazy. I'm gonna make

some phone calls.

Mr. Rethrick's office.

- It's Michael Jennings. It's important.

- I'm sorry, he stepped away.

He won't be back until

this afternoon.

I can try him on his cell phone.

Just have him call me

as soon as he gets in. OK?

- OK.

- Thank you.

Listen, guys, a mistake

has been made here. All right?

- I'm not a traitor. I'm an engineer.

- A reverse engineer, right?

We know that you accepted payment

of classified government technology.

Mike, that's called treason. In this

country, people get fried for that one.

In this country when the FBI harasses

you, you also get an attorney.

Not today you don't.

What the hell is this?

The attorney general calls me

and says

that Michael Jennings' cooperation

is a matter of national security.

Look, first of all, that stuff

isn't mine, OK?

A mistake...

What is?

Perfect fit. You were saying?

Well, let me show you a few pieces

of the puzzle that we're solving.

William Dekker, government

physicist, weapons division.

Three years ago, his project

gets shelved.

He didn't like that, so he sold

his work. Classified work.

Showed it to several corporations.

We think Rethrick bought it.

Unfortunately, we can't link Rethrick

to the sale, because Dekker died.

Natural causes.

"Natural" being gravity after a 140-foot

fall out of his apartment building.

What does this

have to do with me?

Patent applications filed this month.

They show designs

based on Dekker's work.

Look whose signature is on

every one of those documents.

Get it?

It's your name on those patents!

Rethrick can claim he knows nothing

about Dekker or the design.

You need to tell us everything

you did for Rethrick.

- I can't.

- You'd rather spend your life

in prison protecting

your friend?

- Help us, and we can work with you.

- I can't. I can't!

He wiped my memory!

I don't remember!

I'll tell you whatever I know.

I was set up. Believe me.

I don't remember what I did

for the past three years!

What?

Wait a second!

Wait!

We figured Rethrick tried a wipe,

so we'll try an extraction.

You're not gonna see anything.

You're wasting your time.

We're getting something here.

Come on!

Come on!

Sh*t.

We got nothing.

Hold on a second.

I need a smoke.

Boss.

He won't mind.

- Smoke!

- Sh*t!

- Goddamn it!

- I can't see anything!

Secure the door!

Where the hell is he?

- He's loose!

- Don't worry, he can't go anywhere!

Cover the door!

I'll get the lights!

I can't see!

Get low to the ground!

Stay low to the ground!

Mitchell!

See anything?

- Is that him?

- Klein, where'd you go?

Al, shut the door!

What's going on?

Good night, Mikey.

Copy that.

- Watch it, coming through!

- Go! Go! Go!

- Coming through!

- Out of the way!

- See him?

- I see him!

- Out of the way, lady!

- There!

Move! Move! Move!

- Coming through!

- Let's go!

Excuse me.

Coming through!

- Out of the way! Open those gates!

- Watch it, man.

Come on! Come on!

Where did he go?

I'll get men at every stop!

He'll be long gone by then!

How the hell did he do that?

- Sorry.

- You all right?

- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

- Be careful.

Hey! Hey!

Watch it!

Hey! Hey!

Jane. Relax.

Everything's fine.

You talked to federal agents.

It's OK.

It's been worked out now.

I just need to find

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