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is interested in your secrets.

Yours, on the other hand...

It was great. It's a shame

the turnout wasn't better.

One convert at a time.

By the way, I can soup up

the graphics if you want.

What's wrong with

the ones I've got?

Nothing.

I'm sure they would have

blown people away in the '80s.

Hey...

do you want to check out

the talk on microcontrollers?

The guy who invented TV-B-Gone

is speaking.

It's a remote. You walk

into a bar and turn off...

all the TVs.

Don't you get bored

spending your time

with all these wankers?

Building antennae

out of Pringles packets...

reading Neuromancer

and playing Call of Cthulhu.

What a waste!

Capable generous men,

men of purpose.

That's what the world needs.

All this?

It's not what we fought for.

Sh*t. Come on.

Hurry up, Daniel.

- Where are we going?

- To church.

A government

destroyed by tyranny...

rebuilt under a glass dome

so the whole world

could look in.

There's an ideal to aspire to.

Just look at it, Daniel.

Risen from the ashes.

A whole city,

once ruled by fascists,

now overrun by artists,

by anarchists...

and crows and snowstorms...

and transparency.

My father took me to the dome

when they first built it.

I was 13.

He wasn't quite so eloquent.

Yeah, well, when I was 13,

my mum started

dating this guy...

from a nasty Australian cult

called The Family.

They believed in blue auras

and cleansing souls...

and the strict discipline

of children.

Severe beatings...

starvation diets...

regular closings

of psychiatric drugs.

My mum knew

the guy was a wanker...

but by the time

she came to her senses

they had a kid together and...

We spent the next three

years on the run.

They chased us

all over the country.

That's terrifying.

Why do you think

my hair is white?

Come on.

I want to show you something.

It's called the Tacheles.

It's an artists' squat.

They were going to tear it

down in the '90s...

but some painters occupied it.

Cool.

Listen, I better get to work.

Now?

Life on the run,

Aussie jet lag.

You stop distinguishing

between night and day.

Sorry.

So what are you working on?

Look, today was cool,

but these are

sensitive documents.

People's lives are at stake.

You can trust me.

Yes, and quiet.

There's a new leak

on the submission platform.

In my twenties, I created

a tool called Rubberhose.

It hid sensitive information

beneath layers and layers

of fake data.

WikiLeaks is based

on the same idea.

Take any message.

"Are you safe?"

"Are you safe?"

We constantly upload

fake data from fake sources...

to make it impossible

to monitor our real sources.

And their very presence

is infinitely deniable.

The system makes

leaks untraceable.

They simply turn up

on the submission platform.

Ever heard of Julius Baer?

It's a big

Swiss Bank, right?

Huge.

Manages 400 billion dollars

for the ultra-rich.

It uses offshore secrecy laws

to hide money for fat cats...

wealthy a**holes in Germany,

Switzerland, U.K.

The leak is from

someone inside the bank?

I don't know.

See the beauty of it?

Let me guess. Secret plans

for the revolution?

Jay Lim and the volunteers

in Switzerland

will analyze the docs...

but I need you to verify

that they're real.

The metadata should contain

a list of authors.

Extract it and confirm that

these people work at the bank.

What? Did you think

we just threw what we got up

on the website?

No, but...

you're just giving me the docs?

You said I could trust you.

You can.

I know.

I'm a good judge of character.

Stay offline when you're

working on the docs.

And buy yourself a cryptophone.

Julius Bar Bank,

Ralf Zilke's office.

I'm sorry, I must have

the wrong extension.

What division is this?

Personal Wealth Management.

Who were you looking for?

I was actually looking

for Ms. Leisal Grop.

Ms. Grop is down the hall

in Client Services.

Can I transfer you?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

What are you doing in here?

Um...

Sensitive research.

You're playing

World of Warcraft aren't you?

We're investigating corruption

in a Swiss Bank.

Of course.

Well, then I guess

I can cover for you.

I worked for these

a**holes for years...

before I understood the extent

of the deception.

It's a massive tax dodge.

Last year, those diagrams...

cheated your country alone

out of 30 billion

in tax revenues.

And you'll explain them to us?

You understand I won't

just be exposing the bank.

They have hundreds of clients

from New York to Moscow...

who will go to great lengths

to hold on to their money.

We understand the risks.

We've got incredible

infrastructure.

Hundreds of volunteers,

people who've dealt

with these threats.

Our process is totally secure.

We don't even know

your real name.

You're damn right.

I'll explain the documents,

but you never met me...

and when the sh*t comes down,

it's on your house.

Are we clear, Mr...

Schmitt. Daniel Schmitt.

The bank has a huge network.

Right, I'm sure.

They've got billions of

dollars buried in the Caymans.

Well... Yeah,

but by this time tomorrow

the whole world's

gonna know about it.

And I can tell you,

the response to this...

is gonna be

absolutely colossal.

We're gonna nail

those bastards.

You know,

our friend was pretty jittery.

Of course he was.

Hey, Julian, let's go.

How fast can you get

Bellman a summary?

I'll stay up until it's done.

All right, Daniel. Remember,

courage is contagious.

They marched from

the townships, from the slums.

Opposition supporters

determined

that this would be the day...

they would expose

Kenya's elections as a sham.

Delivering an empathic

message...

to the president whose

reelection they reject...

and the outside world.

But this was what

they discovered.

Riot police with orders that

no mass demonstration

was to be allowed.

This was not a day for debate.

The argument,

settled decisively.

Ralf Zilke's office.

- Mr. Zilke?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry,

I just got an odd call

from the tech department.

I sent you the link.

They say there's a report

on this website.

Get me Friedrich.

And wake up our lawyers

in California.

And in New York.

And London.

So, their lawyers

are threatening you?

Julian says you can spend

your life in cushy cubicles

or you can march.

You can breathe the tear gas

and brave the truncheons or...

Take a girl to dinner?

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry, I didn't want

to wake you up.

It's okay.

I've just never had a guy

try to sneak out

of his own apartment.

The bank got a judge

in California

- to shut down our site.

- What?

I thought the Americans

put free speech up there

with mom and apple pie.

So did we.

Julian wants to meet

right away.

You know, this isn't how

I imagined our first, um...

How did you imagine it?

Uh...

Do you have a cryptophone?

Uh... No.

But that might be

the best excuse

I've ever heard

for not calling.

We've got to get

the story out

on blogs, Twitter,

they're defrauding the world.

- We can't let them do this.

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