The Numbers Station Page #3

the corporation.

Go back, go back.

I know that man.

That's my f***ing boss.

Fifteen dossiers.

Fifteen broadcasts.

There it is.

If I wanted to cripple the

system in one fell swoop,

these would be

the 15 I'd start with.

You kill these men today,

you won't recognize the world

when you wake up in the morning.

But they've already

sent the broadcasts.

I mean, what the hell

do they want with us?

They wanna kill us. Make sure you

don't cancel the broadcasts.

Grab that.

Let's go.

Here.

That's all the information from

the laptop, in case, uh...

I don't know, in case

we don't get out of here.

Drink that.

"Of course we'll get

out of here, Katherine."

"Don't you worry

about a thing."

You ever get used to it?

Used to what?

Bodies. Dead people.

Seeing them.

No.

They never seem to stay dead.

How's it going over there?

There's stuff on here,

but it's password protected.

I know, but can you open it?

I don't know.

I'm trying.

mayhem hasn't already happened?

We don't.

Good. Just keep working.

F***.

Can you just talk to me?

Yeah, what do you

wanna talk about?

Anything. Just regular stuff. Like

what normal people talk about.

Not really my

strong suit, Katherine.

I'll start.

How do you know I

dropped out of college?

Oh, that was just

a lucky guess.

Grabbed my file or something?

You fit a profile.

Of what?

Civilian broadcasters have a certain,

you know, personality trait.

Keep working.

Well, I can't work in silence, so you

might as well just entertain me.

Okay.

A troubled childhood

with an emphasis

on extreme emotional

loss or fatigue.

Death of a parent.

Sometimes sexual abuse.

Lack of a strong authority

figure in adolescence.

Low self-esteem resulting in few

permanent relationships. Defensive.

Rebellious.

Highly intelligent.

Susceptible to being stuck in one

position, environment or occupation

for long periods of time.

Wow... Yeah,

you're terrible at this.

How about your profile?

Indifferent and emotionally

detached from reality.

Inability to communicate

with any other

human being on

the face of this Earth.

Willing to sit silently in one

place for hours at a time.

Make sure that you have a plan to

kill every person that you ever meet.

No. Close.

No, I had a stable childhood

but with an underlying desire to break

free from control or authority.

Restless.

Sense of self-entitlement.

Striking lack of empathy or

compassion for other people.

Bordering between autism...

Stop.

You know, I, um,

didn't always do this.

This is my first

station assignment.

I was on the other

end of the numbers.

Looking at nine million

black-book tax dollars.

Recruited me

straight out of college.

Said it was the best

opportunity I'd ever have.

Told me I'd do special

things, important things.

Well, you're worth more than

what some bureaucrat wrote down

on a piece of

paper 20 years ago.

Hmm...

All they're really talking

about is what's real. Reality.

They know how to use it.

They're good at it.

Why not quit?

Yeah. Yeah.

I knew a guy once, and he

decided he wanted to quit.

He squirreled away money for about

and wanted to

create a new life,

and he survived

about 37 months.

They killed him?

No, I did.

See if you can get

into those files.

Get it off me!

How much longer?

Little while still.

tell her to come out.

Tell her to come out right now!

be a f***ing hero?

Get the f*** off me!

how they got in.

I mean, how can

they have gotten

the door code?

It changes every shift.

Unless someone...

They knew the code

and I told Mere...

I told Meredith to lock herself

inside the broadcast room

to broadcast over

the emergency channel.

If anyone's even listening, if

it's even still on the air...

They've cut into all our other

secure lines of communication.

I don't know how. I mean,

who could know that much?

Even the one-way

operator line,

I didn't even think

that was possible.

Wait.

What did he just say?

Even the one-way

operator line,

I didn't even think

that was possible.

into the operator line?

You did speak to someone on the phone.

You spoke to the operator.

Yes.

I swear to God, if you were

pretending to talk to someone...

Katherine, I gave him the code.

He verified the code.

Yeah, but did you verify him?

"Cardiff, Aberdeen, Glasgow,

Belfast, Liverpool, Slough."

Operator.

That wasn't the right code.

What?

What I just called in.

It wasn't the right code.

Tell me you killed the girl

before you figured that out.

What?

F***! They got to

the emergency phones.

Just let me think.

No one even knows

we're in trouble, do they?

No, they don't.

There has to be a safety

measure, right? No.

Something or someone?

There's nothing.

Someone who

cancels the broadcast

when something

like this happens.

There's no one.

There has to be

some kind of back-up,

like an emergency back-up...

Something like

this doesn't happen.

Seventy years, the code's

never been breached.

Somebody has to be

out there who can...

Katherine, there's nothing

but the goddamn numbers!

If we do our job, we get out

of here alive. I promise.

for me, I let you live.

No.

We've gone to a lot of trouble

here with these broadcasts.

We can't leave

anything to chance.

We can't let the girl

cancel the broadcasts.

She's the only one

who can undo what's been done.

You understand that,

you're not a fool.

Go f*** yourself.

Look, your bosses won't let her live.

She knows too much.

Either you or me or the

Agency pulls the trigger.

No matter what, she

doesn't make it out alive.

You know a lot

about this business.

What's the problem?

What do you care?

Like you haven't done it

a hundred times before.

We've almost drilled

through your door anyways.

Might as well

save your own life.

What's she worth

to you? She's nobody.

If anyone's even listening,

if it's even

still on the air...

I couldn't take the shot.

I couldn't do it.

How could I do it?

he couldn't take the shot.

No, he couldn't.

What does that mean, Emerson?

What do you think it means?

It means that there are

no other safety measures.

That David was

the safety measure.

Yeah.

Means that you're

the safety measure.

And all this time I thought

you were protecting me.

I knew you looked at me funny. I

knew you f***ing looked at me funny.

Liar.

I should have

listened to myself.

Where are you going?

Nowhere! Where

am I gonna go?

I'm stuck here with you. Yeah.

And what have you got, huh?

What have you got outside of this?

Do you have a life?

How could that possibly matter?

What do you mean

"how does it matter"?

It means everything.

What is...

What have you got? You've got nothing

to live for except for this!

Mmm-hmm...

This is all you've got.

You've got your protocol.

You've got your numbers.

You're on the other side

of the f***ing numbers.

And you read them and

you take their money.

You think you're not

a part of this, huh?

Do you think you can f***

around with these people?

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