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- To protect the organization.

- Yes.

No, I don't buy it.

I know you.

God, it's good to see you.

We were going to change the world,

Marty, remember?

Did you ever get around

to actually doing it? No, I guess not.

- Well, I think I can.

- Really?

Yes.

What's wrong with this country, Marty?

Money. You taught me that.

Evil defense contractors had it,

noble causes did not.

Politicians are bought and sold like

so much chattel. Our problems multiply.

Pollution, crime, drugs, poverty,

disease, hunger, despair.

We throw gobs of money at them.

The problems always get worse.

Why is that?

Money's most powerful ability is to allow

bad people to do bad things...

...at the expense of those

who don't have it.

I agree.

- Who did you say you were working for?

- That's just my day job.

While in prison, I learned everything

in this world, including money...

...operates not on reality...

- But the perception of reality.

Posit:
People think a bank

might be financially shaky.

- Consequence:

- People start to withdraw their money.

- Result:
Soon, it is financially shaky.

- Conclusion:
You can make banks fail.

I've already done that.

Maybe you've read about a few?

Think bigger.

- Stock market?

- Yes.

- Currency market? Commodities market?

- Yes.

Small countries?

I might even be able to crash

the whole damn system.

Destroy all records of ownership.

Think of it, Marty.

No more rich people, no more poor people,

everybody's the same.

Isn't that what we said we always wanted?

Cos, you haven't gone crazy

on me, have you?

Who else is going

to change the world, Marty?

Greenpeace?

You are crazy.

Tomorrow they'll retrieve

your fingerprints...

...from the gun that killed

a Russian consular officer.

The following day, those prints will be run

through an FBI computer...

...and they will come up with a name.

Martin Brice...

...my old and good friend, who promised

me we would not get in trouble...

...and who, I might add, didn't.

Then they'll check this database

in Washington, D. C...

...which I'm now able to access,

thanks to you.

Of course, no one knows

where Martin Brice is, do they?

But what if this indicated...

...an alias?

Don't. Don't do it, Cos.

Pain?

Try prison.

Ciao.

- Oh, no, not the head.

- Just relax.

No more secrets, Marty.

- I've had a bad night.

- Really?

- You look terrific.

- You look awful.

I should think so,

considering what I've been through.

- What happened?

- You tell me.

You got hit over the head twice

and got thrown out of a speeding car.

Here, let me do this.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. L...

I'm sorry.

The paper said that Greg was killed.

I called your number,

and someone else answered.

I didn't recognize the voice.

I can't do this alone, Liz.

I'm here.

We have to meet.

The FBI says the fingerprints

found in the embassy car...

...match those taken from the office

of a government researcher...

...found murdered earlier this week

in Palo Alto.

The connection was made after

a Bay Area radio station received...

...an anonymous tip

linking the two killings.

I'll bet it was anonymous!

The son of a b*tch.

All right, it's time we call the authorities.

Great. Now that we're accessories

to espionage and murder.

All the more reason to turn ourselves

in now while we can still cut a deal.

With what? We got bupkus! They'll give

us 20 years in the electric chair.

You think I like it? I've got a family!

We have no other choice.

Yes, we do.

We make the call, but we make it our way.

Unload the van.

We got these band wideners here, Whis.

Where do you want 'em?

Thanks. Nice apartment.

I'll bounce this call

through nine relay stations...

...around the world and off two satellites.

It'll be the hardest trace

they've ever heard.

This'll measure stress

in the voice on the other end.

Not as accurate as a polygraph, but it'll do.

- Unbelievable.

- Let's do it.

Fort Meade, Maryland. Good afternoon.

Try Director of Ops.

National Security Agency,

Director of Operations, please.

- What extension, please?

- I'm sorry. I forget the number.

Could I have Director of Operations?

It's very important.

What extension, please?

Try Research.

Gimme Research. It's an emergency.

I need an extension or a name.

Setec Astronomy.

One moment, please.

They've started the trace.

Who is this, please?

It's my dime. I'll ask the questions.

Who are you?

- Let's say my name is Mr. Abbott.

- True.

- They made the second leg.

- Mr. Abbott...

...are you interested in Setec Astronomy?

I'm interested in all kinds of astronomy.

- Cute.

- They've got the satellite in Tokyo.

These guys are good.

I need to know if you're someone

who can make a deal.

- Go on.

- Can you deal?

- Yes.

- True.

They're across Transcom.

You've got about 20 seconds, Bish.

If I come in, can you guarantee my safety?

Do you have the item?

- No.

- Fifteen seconds.

- Can you guarantee my safety?

- Where is the item?

- Can you guarantee my safety?

- Five seconds.

- Yes, I can guarantee your safety.

- Bish, he's lying.

- Hang up. They've almost got us.

- He's lying!

- Hang up, Bish! Hang up!

- He's lying! He's lying!

There's gotta be a way to cut a deal.

Too late.

If we had the box, yes. Without it, no.

So let's get this friggin' thing.

- I don't know where it is.

- What did it sound like?

- No idea where they took you?

- No.

They threw me in a trunk,

drove around in circles.

It could be 100 miles away,

underground, in a sky-rise. Forget it.

- Bish, what did it sound like?

- What?

The road. When you were in the trunk,

what did the road sound like?

Well, I don't...

Highway. A regular highway.

Did you go over

any speed bumps? Gravel?

How about a bridge?

- Bridge, yeah.

- Four bridges in the Bay Area.

Was the Golden Gate fogged in last night?

- Yes.

- Did you hear a foghorn?

No.

- Scratch the Golden Gate.

- That leaves three.

What did it sound like?

Did you go through a tunnel?

I'm not... No.

Scratch the Bay.

That leaves two.

San Mateo and Dunbarton.

What did it sound like?

Lower.

Lower.

There was a recurring sound.

Like seams in the concrete.

But further apart.

Yeah.

- Now what?

- Bumps. Rough ones.

- Railroad tracks.

- Yeah, yeah.

A right on Antrim and a left on 84.

And then what did you hear?

- A cocktail party.

- What?

Drove through what sounded...

It sounded like a cocktail party.

There was chattering.

It was right at the end.

Great. Now we got to look

for a cocktail party...

...on the other side of the railroad track.

What's the exit

where the railroad tracks are?

Crescent.

Mother, stay on Crescent,

get off at the reservoir.

Okay.

There's a cocktail party at the reservoir?

Yeah. Yeah.

Very good, Bish. Remind me to make you

an honorary blind person.

Great.

Where's this road go?

Nowhere. Looks like it ends

right around that hill.

- What's behind the hill?

- Nothing. It's private property.

Private.

Forget it. It's a toy company.

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