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mean anything to you guys?

- No.

- No.

Here, help me with this.

Carl, get the diagnostics.

How about "my Socrates note"?

No.

- No, I don't...

- No. No.

Got it. Move to another one.

Give me another one.

Stay in that quadrant.

It's kind of the same thing.

Try another quadrant.

Mother, what was that? Go back one.

All right.

Holy cow.

What the hell is this?

"Too many secrets. "

Bish, I think you better come over here.

- Carl, got your black book?

- Yes.

Give me the number

for something impossible to access.

Okay. What about this?

Federal Reserve Transfer Node,

Culpepper, Virginia.

- Yeah, sure. Good luck.

- 900 billion a day go through there.

That'll do. Punch it in.

Okay. We won't get in.

It's encrypted.

See?

Mother, that last contact.

Look at this, boys.

Anybody want to shut down

the Federal Reserve?

- Don't screw around with that thing!

- Wait.

- Carl, what else you got?

- National power grid?

Okay.

Here we come. Hey, Mother.

Probing.

Unbelievable.

Anybody want to black out New England?

Carl, what else?

Air traffic control system.

Okay, Mother.

Oh, my God.

How is this possible?

Cryptography systems are based

on mathematical problems...

...so complex they cannot be solved

without a key.

Janek figured out a way to solve

those problems without the key...

...and he hard-wired it into that chip.

- Turn it off.

- Want to crash some passenger jets?

- I said turn it off.

Turn it off.

So it's a code-breaker.

No, it's the code-breaker.

No more secrets.

Honey, you and Melissa get your things.

- Night-night.

- Good night.

What time is the hand-off?

Well, between now and then, we are going

to institute some security around here.

This is where I get off.

Nice to see you again. I'm out of here.

Don't take this personally, Liz...

...but you were the only one

who knew Martin's secret.

Somebody talked.

So make yourself comfortable.

We're all staying right here tonight.

No.

I'm getting my bag, and I'm leaving.

So relax, Crease.

I'll relax when we get that damn thing

out of here. Until then, you stay.

What?

There isn't a government on this planet

that wouldn't kill us all for that thing.

- Sorry.

- I see.

Carl, would you get the alarm?

- Mother, lock everything down.

- Unplug that thing.

- Kill the lights.

- You bet.

Thank you for the trust, fellas.

I really enjoyed sleeping

with all you guys. Take care.

- Bye, Liz.

- You too, Liz.

I hope the hand-off goes well.

I'd hate for you to have

something new to run from.

Martin? Time.

Yeah.

Morning. Any problems?

- Nope.

- Want a cappuccino?

No.

Got his check?

Hey, Martin!

- Telephone!

- Just a minute.

It's your mother.

She's old. Excuse me.

- Get in the car.

- What?

Get in the car.

I didn't get the money.

Now!

What are you doing?

I didn't get the money.

Janek's dead.

They killed him.

The NSA doesn't kill people, Martin.

Who are they?

You said there isn't a government

on earth that wouldn't kill for that thing.

Not ours. Who were those guys?

There's one way to find out.

They took away my home. Help me out?

The government took away my home.

My God.

Don't tell me you can't do it

because I know you can.

And don't tell me you won't do it

because I've got to have it.

I need to know, and I need to know now.

Guys, that federal building's been

scheduled for demolition since August.

Housed the Federal Trade Commission,

and Dept. Of Agriculture.

Been vacant for a month.

The NSA never had an office

in San Francisco.

Their West Coast operations are out

of Los Angeles.

Oh, God. Yeah, thanks.

Janek's grant is from the NSA.

How could you be so goddamn stupid?

Two guys show up, say they're

government, and you just buy it.

They probably were government...

...just not ours.

Everybody pack up whatever you can.

This place isn't safe.

- What are you doing?

- I'm going to a concert.

Keep smiling.

- Martin, have you lost your mind?

- Excuse yourself.

Darling, would you excuse me

for a moment?

- Give me back Janek's box, Greg.

- Martin, I don't have it.

- Now you must believe me.

- No.

You set me up, Greg.

No, I do not believe you.

We had nothing to do

with this Janek business.

Not for lack of trying, mind you.

Your codes are entirely different from ours.

We never had any luck in breaking them

so Lord knows, I wanted that box...

...but we did not take it.

Then who did?

What I will tell you now,

I cannot tell you in this building.

Do you understand?

Come.

Martin.

You must trust me.

- Him?

- No.

- Him?

- No.

- Him?

- No.

I'm afraid these books are not

as current as they used to be.

You still keep tabs on all our agents.

These are just the ones

we thought we could turn.

You know, sexual problems,

financial troubles.

Then we had financial troubles.

That's him. The older guy.

A loathsome man named Buddy Devries,

a. k.a. Buddy Weber...

...Buddy Wallace.

- Wallace. That's him.

We tried to recruit him in '83.

Drinking problem, married three times.

Left the NSA four years ago.

Oh, my.

What?

What?

You disappeared once before, my friend.

I suggest you do it again.

Why? Who's he workin' for?

Your FBI is such a pain in the ass.

Who's he workin' for?

Martin, I can offer you

asylum inside this car.

Technically, it's part of the consulate.

Do you wish our protection?

What? Who is Wallace working for?

Mr. Bishop? My name is

Special Agent Bestrop, FBI.

Please, step out of the vehicle.

- Do you wish our protection?

- Mr. Bishop...

...get out of the vehicle now.

You won't know who to trust.

Mr. Bishop, step over here, please.

Hands on the wall, sir.

Is this loaded?

Yes.

Too many secrets.

- Oh, sh*t.

- What are you doin' up?

Pain?

Yeah.

Try aspirin.

Cosmo.

I'm sorry if he hurt you.

I'm afraid Wallace doesn't

like you very much.

You ought to have that guy

checked for rabies.

Rabies occurs only

in warm-blooded animals.

Anyway, I couldn't have you talking

to the Russians.

Five years ago, yes, we could trust them

not to go running to the FBI...

...or if they did, we could trust the FBI

not to believe them. Today...

...we can't trust anybody.

What the hell's goin' on here?

Cosmo, what happened?

The world changed on us, Marty,

and without our help.

What happened?

There I was in prison...

...and one day I help some nice older

gentlemen make some free phone calls.

They turn out to be, let us say,

good family men.

- Organized crime?

- Don't kid yourself.

It's not that organized.

Anyway, they arranged for me...

...to get an early release

from my unfortunate incarceration...

...and I began to perform

a variety of services.

For starters, I reorganized

their entire financial operation:

Budgets, payroll,

money laundering, you name it.

The whole network is protected

by a very powerful encryption system...

...so the government can't read it.

But if the feds get Janek's box...

Disaster. Therefore, we must have it.

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