All language subtitles for Jack Ryan Shadow Recruit (2014)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

GIRL: Did you see
what's happening?

MAN: Come on,
come on, let's go!

Hey, what's
going on?

In there.
It's on the news.

MALE REPORTER: (ON TV)
Then, 18 minutes later,

a second one went into
the other twin tower.

FEMALE REPORTER: (ON TV)
Can you paint us a picture

of the situation
in New York...

An everyday
morning situation,

presumably pretty busy
in the streets,

people going about
their business.

MALE REPORTER:
Well, it's a beautiful day
here in New York.

Everyone is out in the street,
everyone's on their rooftops,

everyone's on
their mobile phones.

I don't think people can quite
believe what's happened.

FEMALE REPORTER: Given that
this is the
financial district,

is it your understanding
that people...

You're American,
aren't you?

Sorry, mate.
...may actually be inside
the World Trade Center?

MALE REPORTER: I mean,
without a shadow of a doubt

there will be people in there.
They get to work very early.

FEMALE REPORTER: And what
about the emergency services?

(FEMALE REPORTER
CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

JACK: I, John Patrick Ryan,

do solemnly swear that
I will support and defend

the Constitution
of the United States

against all enemies,
foreign and domestic,

that I will bear true faith
and allegiance to the same

and that I will
obey the orders

of the President
of the United States

and the orders of the officers
appointed over me

according to regulations
and the Uniform Code
of Military Justice,

so help me, God.

JACK: Come on, then!
PRIVATE 1: I got one!

Let's hear it!
Richmond Webb.

You serious?

My man was a seven-time
Pro Bowler.

I'm just saying
Brown's better.

Man, how come every
cat from Baltimore

always got to
bring up Orlando Brown?

Because Brown's
the most underrated

offensive tackle
in the business.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)

Have you ever
seen him play?
What? Aw, man.

Yes, this is
Lieutenant Ryan.

Yes, sir, I did.
I was wondering

if you had a chance
to forward my report
on the Saabir Khan Bridge

to anyone in intel.

Yes, sir, they are
the same findings
I already reported.

I just can't help noticing
a correlation between
traffic patterns there

and the region's other...

Well, if they do respond,

I would be happy to
explain it to whoever's
in charge of regional...

Sir?

Still no love
from the C.O., hmm?

I don't get it.
I'm just trying to help.

PILOT: Hey, guys.
Buckle up in the back.

We're running into
a little turbulence.

You all right
there, Private?

Sir, yes, sir!
Good man!

PRIVATE 1: Man,
I still don't get why
you requested this detail.

Big brain like yours,
man, why aren't you
behind some desk somewhere?

You requested this?

I just figured
if I was gonna serve,
I should serve.

Man, that's some patriotic
shit right there,
you see that?

You're all right,
Lieutenant. Even if
your team is wack.

Oh, stop talking trash
on my Ravens, homeboy.

(PRIVATE 1 LAUGHS)

I'm a Bengals fan.

BOTH: The Bengals?
(BOTH LAUGH)

Rookie, get that harness on
and stop trying to be down.

JACK: Man, you got
a lot to learn, Davies.

BOTH: Left in,
right twist, click.

Thank you, sir!

JACK: You want some help?

(EXPLOSION)

(GRUNTING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

CORPSMAN 1: Move, move, move!
Chopper crash.
Spinal cord should be okay,

but he's got two
shattered vertebrae
and no feeling in his legs.

Lieutenant Ryan!

Lieutenant Ryan!
Did anyone else
make it out alive?

Yeah, two.
Ryan dragged them both out.

With a broken back?

Okay, we're gonna
have a look at you
and it's gonna hurt, okay?

X-rays are on the board.

DOCTOR: Okay, turn him!

(GROANING)

Okay, clear him!

FEMALE NURSE: Down
on three. One, two, three.

DOCTOR: Can't do
anything from here.

Evac him to NATO trauma
in Kandahar right now.

Get an ear out to
Dr. Hardesty. Tell him
to prep for a foraminotomy

or possible
spondylolisthesis.

We've got spinal compression
and root damage at minimum.

Lieutenant has
about a 90-minute window
if he wants to walk again.

Okay, move, move!

MALE NURSE: Let's go.
Come on, come on!

Out of the way!
Out of the way!

That guy's done
in this war.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(THERAPISTS SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY)

CATHY: Gently.
(JACK GROANS)

FEMALE THERAPIST:
Push more
to the next level.

CATHY: Good.

That's really good, Jack.

(GRUNTING)

Come on.
You can do this.

Get up.

I don't like you
very much, Doctor.

I'm not a doctor.
I'm a 3rd-year med student

who is four credits
short in P.T.
until you decide to walk.

You're sick.
You're a sadist.

Come on,
meet me halfway.

Give me two Percocet.

Get up and I'll
ask them for one.

HARPER: How long's
he been here?

MALE DOCTOR:
Eight months.

Think he'll ever walk
without the crutches?

Maybe.

If he decides he has
somewhere to go.

(GRUNTS)

I'd like to
talk to him.

Sure.

Not yet.

But soon.

Will you do me a favor
and wait two minutes
before you take that?

Why?

So that you know you can.

HARPER: Lieutenant Ryan?
Uh... Yes, sir?

Please, at ease.

Commander Thomas Harper,
U.S. Navy.

Why the
uniform today?

I beg your pardon?

I mean, you were wearing
a suit and tie the last time
you were here.

You watched me from
behind the glass in rehab.

What can I do for you,
Commander?

You've already done it.

I just want to
say thank you
for your service.

I appreciate that.

John P. Ryan, right?

That's right.

The one who wrote
Liquidity Events
in Post-Soviet Markets?

Two-thirds of it,
yes. My, uh...
My dissertation.

The same John P. Ryan
who filed three
separate reports

on traffic patterns
in and around
the Saabir Khan Bridge?

Uh, yes, sir.

It's impressive work.

How did you get
a hold of that, sir?

(WHISPERS)
I'm in the CIA.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Jack?

Oh, hey.

So, this is, uh...
This is good-bye.

I'm glad
I found you.

No more P.T.
work for you?

No, just eye-doctoring.

Congratulations.

I'm hungry.
You wanna
buy me dinner?

You know I can't.

All right, you win.
I'll buy.

I'll make you a deal.

The day you run
all the way out of here,

we'll have dinner.

And split the check.

See ya.

See ya.

Good luck.

(CHUCKLES)

Jesus, you
weren't kidding.
You are in the CIA.

Somebody has to be.

Why didn't you
finish your Ph.D.?

I joined the Marines.
And saved
two of your men.

You handled yourself
like a hero.

If you still want
to serve your country,

there's another way.

You're not really
in the CIA, are you?

(CHUCKLES)

What are you? Treasury?
Foreign Asset Control?

You know, I'm not
supposed to tell anybody
what I do for a living.

And now, look,
I've just told you twice.

What do you
want from me?

I want to send you
back to school to
finish your doctorate.

Then you'll join
Financial Intelligence
as an analyst.

You'll work in a
series of private banks
on Wall Street,

where you'll use
your position to uncover
funding for terror groups.

Covertly.

Yep. So you have to
keep it to yourself.

Your employers
won't know
you work for us.

The people you
love won't know
you do, either.

It's gonna get lonely,

but it's how
we like to do things.

You know, people
don't like you guys
very much these days.

Waterboarding.
Rendition.

Not my unit.

Come on. You can
do better than that.

I can.

And I do.
And so do the
people in my unit.

Which unit is that?

The one that
makes sure we
don't get hit again.

(CAR HORNS BLARING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

I knew.

I knew when you saw me
ride it, you'd want one.

Mmm.

Nice.
Yeah.

Oh, her name's Sarah,
by the way.

Who?

The one you like
in Arbitrage.

How'd you know that?

Why else would anybody
buy a motorcycle?

Teddy Hefferman?
Sarah, yes.

Jack Ryan said
you could help me with
the Balfour arbitrage.

How're you doing?
Hi.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Uh, what do you have?

This looks good.

MALE NEWS ANCHOR:
The World Bank urging caution

as volatilities
in emerging markets

continue to remind investors

that with unprecedented
global interconnectivity,

even the strongest economies
are vulnerable to collapse.

This just in.

Last minute negotiations
are expected today

as the security council of
the United Nations votes.

Russia's bitterly opposed
to a new Turkish pipeline,

which could see
Russian economic dominance
of oil exports shattered.

The big question:
Will the U.S. defy Russia?

AMERICAN DIPLOMAT:
The only thing that the
Turks and the Georgians

would undermine
with their pipeline

is Russia's monopoly
on the Eastern European
natural gas market.

We both know that.

If you block our proposal
and the pipeline is approved,

oil falls below
$79 a barrel

and the
Russian government
goes bankrupt.

In our judgment,
your assessment
is extreme.

Thank you.

Our request comes
from my country's
highest level.

And it is
respectfully
denied from mine.

Then we will regard
this as an act
of economic war.

MALE NEWS ANCHOR:
While Wall Street talks up

the robust performance
of the dollar,

many commentators
look to the U.N.

and the bitter standoff
between the United States
and Russia.

The U.S. has
the upper hand for now,

but fears exist about exactly
how an angry Russia

and Russian business
will react to the likely
disastrous effects

for the Russian economy
of America's U.N. veto.

(CHIMING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHISPERS)
Tell him he will need
somebody in Moscow.

He'll want you.
No, I'm just an analyst.

Our Russian partners
are hiding accounts from us.

It's, um,
all in the data.

Nobody else
understands the data.

Harper will want you.
Just get yourself to Moscow.

WOMAN: (IN FILM)
Operator. Operator.
Operator!

OPERATOR: (IN FILM)
Your call, please.

WOMAN: Operator,
I've been ringing
Murray Hill, 35097,

for the last half hour
and the line
is always busy.

Will you ring it
for me, please?

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

Hello?

Jack?

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

You home yet?

(PEOPLE SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I bet you looked cute.
(CHUCKLES)

MALE NEWS ANCHOR:
...overseas, where we see

a surprisingly sturdy
performance by the dollar,

holding its ground
in spite of the Turkish
pipeline vote at the U.N.

and the latest deficit news.
Anika, your reaction?

Well, surprised,

pleased certainly, but
this is extremely unusual
behavior by the market.

Commodities should be
moving in the opposite
direction of the dollar.

You'd see a very
different direction
by investors as well.

They usually waver
from one day to the next...

Is work okay?

Yeah. Yeah, it was good.
Sorry about that. Yeah.

So, you feel like
a movie this weekend?

Sure.

There's a revival of
Sorry, Wrong Number
at the Film Forum.

I was thinking
that might be fun.

Uh...

Yeah.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Have you ever seen it?

Um...

You know what
I haven't seen is
the waiter for, like...

10 minutes.
Have you seen him?

No.
Where'd he
run off to?

Okay. So,
should we go?

Sounds good.
Good.

Yeah. Let's do it.

WAITER: For you, sir?
Ah. Yeah,
the lady will try it.

Yes, I will try it.
Thank you.

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(GRUNTS)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CONVERSING IN RUSSIAN)

You want to
go to Moscow?

I think we have to.

They're unnamed,
uncategorized, scattered
all over the world.

They're hidden
accounts, Rob.

These are just the ones
I managed to find.

How did you find them?

You pay me to look.
Not to look that hard.

Joke.

You think they're
ripping us off?

I don't know
what to think.

Jesus H. Christ.

You're the
compliance officer.

It's your call,
but can I ask one thing?

Don't screw up the most
lucrative partnership
this company has.

Please?
I'm not kidding.

Viktor Cherevin is
completely unpredictable.

And it's Russia.

Insider trading
is legal over there.
It's the Wild West.

They're still ideologues,
but the new ideology is money.

They're not a country,
they're a corporation.

Which is why
we're there
in the first place.

I know, don't
rock the boat.
It's not a boat.

It's a goddamn luxury yacht
and we're all on it together.

So, don't fucking sink us.

CATHY: Why don't you
want me to come?

JACK: Because I think
you'd be bored
out of your mind.

It's Moscow.
How would I be bored?

JACK: I'll be working
the whole time.

What about Paris?

What about Paris?
Well, it isn't boring.

And you won't be working.

They owe me a long weekend.
You can meet me there
when you're done.

What do I have
to do to take a
vacation with you?

You can marry me
and call it a honeymoon.

Why didn't you tell me
about the movie?

What?

Sorry, Wrong Number.
You'd already seen it.

There was a stub
in your pocket.

You went through
my pockets.
(SCOFFS) Oh.

I folded your pants
because you throw
them on the floor

and what I asked you...
Why won't you just
marry me, Cathy?

Are you having
an affair?

Oh, God, no. No.

Is that what this is?
Is that what you think?

(STAMMERS)
Who did you see
the movie with?

By myself.

I'm a compliance officer.
I do everything by myself!

It was a 1:45 show.

I couldn't stare
at the goddamn
computer screen anymore.

You know what? If the job
isn't right for you, Jack,
maybe it's time to move on!

Paris.

You and me.

Okay?

(WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY ON PA)

Dr. Ryan. Embee Deng.

Private security
for Cherevin Group.

I'm your
protective detail.

I need a bodyguard?

(CHUCKLES)
Think of me as
your fancy driver.

Where are you
from, Embee?
Uganda.

Cherevin only hires
foreigners for security.

That way they know
we're not FSB.
(CHUCKLES)

EMBEE: Good afternoon,
good afternoon.

(SECURITY SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

EMBEE: Mmm-hmm.

WOMAN: This way, Mr. Deng.

JACK: Wow, St. Basil's
Cathedral. Beautiful.

EMBEE: It looks like
ice cream. Ice cream top.

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CHUCKLES)

(IN ENGLISH)
Ah, you speak
some Russian.

EMBEE: You go and register.

I'll help you upstairs
with the bags.

No. That's okay.
I can get it from here.

I'm supposed
to check the room.

Okay.

Welcome, Mr. Ryan.
Hi.

Just your signature, please.
All right.

(VACUUM WHIRRING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Mr. Cherevin hopes
the room will be
to your satisfaction.

(CHUCKLES)

Ah, yes.
And the view
is second to none.

Wow.

(GUN UNHOLSTERING)

It's magnificent!

(GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(PANTING)

(GUN CLICKING)

(PANTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(WHIRRING STARTS)

(YELLS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(WHIRRING CONTINUES)

(STRAINING)

(SOUNDS MUFFLED)
(HIGH-PITCHED WHINING)

(CLICKS)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(SPUTTERING)

(GASPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PANTING)

(SHOWER ACTIVATES)

(BEEPS)

(PANTING)

This is Cornerback.
I have a situation.

WOMAN: You have 85 seconds.

I need help.
Category?

Somebody tried to kill me.
There's a body.
Are you intact?

Close enough.

Location?
Uh...

Cornerback?

Uh, the Grushnitsky Hotel,
Moscow.

(PHONE RINGS)

(QUIETLY)
Oh, no.

WOMAN: 15 to 20 minutes.

Maintain the room.
Wait for two rings, then exit.

Go quiet until 21:30 local
and surface at location Gamma.

I, uh...

Contact bench at the base
of the stairs.

(STAMMERING)
I don't remember
where that is.

Confirm.

I heard you,
I just don't remember
the address, okay?

I'm just an analyst.
I only did three weeks
at the Farm.

You are breaking protocol,
Cornerback.

I'm out of my goddamn element
is what I am.

I just need the address.

Go back to your room
and stay there
until the phone rings twice.

Then leave
quickly and quietly.

Keep out of sight
until 9:30 local time.

Then, go to Staraya Square,
the steps.
Okay.

Your contact will be
on the bench.

Cornerback?

Yeah.

You're a Marine.

It's the reason
you're still alive right now.

Remember your tradecraft
and you'll be fine.

Thank you.

Time's up.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

(BIRDS FLUTTERING)

(PHONE RINGS)

(PHONE RINGS AGAIN)

(SILENCE)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

JACK: Hey, I was just
about to call you.

CATHY: Hey.
Yeah, I only landed
a couple hours ago, so, uh...

Oh, good. I'm not
trying to hassle you,
I just...

I just wanted to make sure
the trip was okay.

Yeah. Yeah, it was,
you know, uneventful.

(CHUCKLES) Well,
that's the best kind.

So, what are you doing now?

I, uh, just left the hotel.
Gonna...

Got to go meet a colleague.

Anybody interesting?

I don't think you know him.
What are you up to?

Well, I was just on call
for a 48,

but Saidelman says
that he can cover me
for the weekend.

So I thought,

if I got
on a plane tonight,

I could be in Paris
in the morning.

You think you could
get away early?

Uh...

Hello?

Yeah, you know,
I, um...

I don't think so, Cath.

I think I'm gonna be
tied up longer than I thought.

I'm not, uh...

(PEOPLE LAUGHING AND CHATTING)

I'm not sure
I'm gonna be able to
make it there at all.

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

Well, it sounds like
you're having fun.

Look, sweetheart, I'm, uh...

I'm late and I'm tired.
I'm pretty jetlagged.

Can I give you a call
in the morning, my time?

Okay.

I love you desperately.
You know that, don't you?

Yep.

Don't lose faith in me.

Okay.

(DISCONNECTS)

You okay?

Sit down.

You got to pick
somebody to trust, Jack.
Now, sit down.

You brought your dog?

Q.P. dog.
(CHUCKLES)

Quasi-Personal. Why else
am I out for a walk?

Grabbed it out
of somebody's yard.

They'll be thrilled when
he turns up in the morning.

It's better they're shaking
afterwards than during.

First person I ever killed,
Jack, was innocent.

What did he do?
She.

She didn't do anything.
She was a bystander.

Somebody who just...

Just came up behind me
too quick.

Jesus.

How do you get over
something like that?

If you're lucky,
you get past it.

That's not the same thing.
No, it isn't.

Now talk me through
your very scary memo,

but keep in mind
I don't have your Ph.D.

Two weeks ago, I noticed
a series of accounts

in our Russian
partner's records

to which our company's
computers are denied access.

Massive currency accounts,

all in U.S. Treasuries.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Cherevin's made a total
commitment to U.S. dollars

when there's been
a hurricane in the Gulf

and a string of negative
economic reports.

What does it mean?

It's external sterilized
intervention.

Like I'm an idiot, please?

The dollar should be
going down, but it's up.

A few cents every day,
the past week.

I think they're
propping us up.

Why?

I think there's
a coordinated plot
within Russia

to collapse the dollar
and crash the U.S. economy.

And it's going to
happen soon.

It'll be timed to
follow a terrorist
attack on U.S. soil.

No, that'd be crazy.
The Russians would lose

as much as anybody
in a collapse.
No. No, no, no,

the Chinese
will lose more.

And once the Russians
start to sell,

the rest of the world
is gonna dump
every dollar they have.

All right, let's say
it's happened.

Let's say you're right.

What's the aftermath?

They'll recover.

We won't.
We don't have
their oil reserves.

We're looking
at the Panic of 1837,

the Panic of 1893,
the Soviet Famine of 1932.
Hyperinflation.

Bread lines. Rioting.

I know, I get it.

And at first, though,
they'll call it
the American crisis,

but within about six weeks,
they're gonna start
calling it what it is.

The Second
Great Depression.

The attack and the
sell-off have to be
timed to each other.

A massive series
of transactions like that

have to be
programmed in advance

and stored
in Cherevin's system.

Once I start the audit,
I can get the date

and time of the attack
down to the minute.

You stick to the
scheduled audit
tomorrow.

Everything official,
everything in public.

You'll be fine.

I need for you
to be fine.

Your room should be
clean by now.
We'll put a watch on it.

I drowned him.

In about that much water.

You know, you sold this
as an office job.

You're not just
an analyst anymore.

You're operational now.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(UPBEAT GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(CHIMES)

(CHIMES)

(SINGING REVERENTLY)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SINGING INTENSIFIES)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hi. Jack Ryan
to see Mr. Cherevin.

MALE RECEPTIONIST:
One moment, please.
Dr. Ryan? I'm Katya,

Mr. Cherevin's assistant.
He's expecting you.

(MALE RECEPTIONIST
SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I may be here a few days.
Will I get my own card?

Oh... As a foreign
guest, you'll need
to be accompanied.

You understand?

Of course.
(ELEVATOR BEEPS)

(AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE
SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Viktor Cherevin.

Jack Ryan.

How was your flight?
Fine, thank you.

And the jet lag?

That first night
can be brutal.

I survived.

That's a nice painting.
Napoleon at war.

So, you know
your history.

What can I do for you?

Routine audit.

So routine it couldn't
be done from New York?

Not when you're
concealing accounts
from us.

You Americans like to think
of yourselves as direct.

But I wonder if perhaps
you are just rude.

You Russians think
of yourselves as poets,

but perhaps
you're just touchy.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Nothing here is concealed.
Only secured.

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

Excuse me.

(BEEPS)

I hope I can count on
full access to your
account files?

You won't need it.

I ordered the companies
which concerned you,

quite unnecessarily,
I might add,

to be sold,
at a profit.

Your firm's percentages
are detailed in this report.

The funds were
transferred this morning,

too late, alas,
to stop you from
getting on your flight.

So, you see,
an audit would be

quite without purpose
at this point, Mr. Ryan.

I see.

Partnerships are
delicate, Mr. Ryan.

Sometimes,
they end violently.

Dimitri Lemkov,
our head of security.

Jack Ryan.

I'm sorry you had
to come all this way
for nothing, Mr. Ryan.

(STAMMERS)
I hear the finest
restaurant

in Moscow is across
the street. Um...

In honor of our
partnership and to,
quite frankly,

apologize for
my mistake,

perhaps I could
take you to dinner.

No.

But I'll take you.

And I insist my driver
pick you up
from your hotel.

Moscow can be
very dangerous.

Our own man,
for example,

who collected you
from the airport.
Embee.

We are very concerned.
He has simply disappeared.

I'm sorry to hear that.

No doubt he will turn up
in a day or two,

hung-over and remorseful.

Will your wife
be joining us tonight?

Uh...

(CHUCKLES)

I'm not married.
Oh.

I was just told that
she had arrived
at your hotel.

Uh, my girlfriend.

Even better,
and our little secret.

You're having
fun with me.

Not nearly enough.
Bring her along tonight.
We won't go otherwise.

I'll be sure to ask.

A pleasure to have
met you both.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(OFFICE PHONES RINGING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

You're done already?

He's outplayed us.

You didn't get anything?

Nothing.
Not one thing.

He sold all the assets.
(CHUCKLES HUMORLESSLY)

He probably moved them
to other shell companies.

But I can't audit
what they technically
don't own.

All right. We still
need the algorithm.
Yeah.

Yeah. I invited
him to dinner.

The restaurant is across
the street from his building.

What if we, uh...

What if what?

(SIGHS) I don't know.
What, Jack?

Well, what if we...

You wanna break
into their system?

Yeah, I think someone should.
You think we can?

Yeah... I don't know.

Put it up,
the restaurant.

JACK: The orders to sell
the dollar would be

encrypted on the computer
of the security director.

Dimitri Lemkov?

Former FSB.

JACK: We can't
break into his office.

It's secured
six different ways.

So, what about
the office next to his?

Well, that's Cherevin's.

Can we get into that?

Maybe someone could
if they had his
access card.

We're developing
a security guard,
but we don't have him yet.

Well, develop harder.

He drinks, right?

Like a Russian.

Also chases women.
The more married,
the better.

Okay, tell your guy
once he's in there,

he needs to enable
all encrypted financial
sell order packages.

Tell him to look
for dark pool algorithms.

And if your guy,
if the guy...

I'm the guy, aren't I?

Yeah.
You're going
to be great.

But you've got
another problem, Jack.

So I dropped everything,

and I called in every
favor that I knew

and I spent four hours
at the consulate
begging for a visa.

You know,
I wanted to make
this grand gesture.

I wanted you to see
what you meant to me.

So, I'm here.
(LAUGHS)

(SIGHS)
And you have
to say something.

Well, maybe it's...
Maybe it's awful
or hurtful or shameful.

I don't know.
But you have
to talk to me.

You can't let me think
that I'm crazy anymore.

Because now I know
that I'm not.

Just talk to me.

Will you meet me halfway?

I'm in the CIA.

Thank God.

(SIGHS) I thought you
were having an affair.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(PRIEST SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

And this must be
Aleksandr.

The prodigal returns.

He may not be
a regular churchgoer,

but he's a good man,
my son.

He just turned 21.

MRS. BOROVSKY: And he already
has a job at the auto plant.

(CONVERSING IN RUSSIAN)

(PRIEST SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(PRIEST CONTINUES IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKS IN RUSSIAN)

(PRIEST SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MR. BOROVSKY
SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(ALEKSANDR SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

MAN: (ON RADIO) Playing
the hottest music in Detroit.

Feel the heat now.

(COUNTRY SONG
PLAYING ON RADIO)

Hey.

Hey.

Excuse me.
(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

You look kind of lost.

(GAGGING)

(PANTS)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

So, I'll have to
keep him busy at
the table for what?

Ten minutes?
To be on the safe side?

What are you
talking about?
You're not going.

You said he insisted
I come to dinner.

It'll look suspicious
if I don't show up.
No, no, it won't.

HARPER: She's right, Jack.

To him, something
will be off.

You're not involving
her in this.

You involved me in this
by not telling me.

You got to get her
out of here.
Send her home.

Well, what are you
gonna tell Cherevin?
That I'm homesick?

These are dangerous
people, Cathy.
You cannot be here.

If you'd told me
who you really were,
I wouldn't be.

I took an oath!

I took an oath.

I couldn't tell you
unless we were married.

And you wouldn't marry me!
That's why you wanted
to marry me,

so that you could
tell somebody

that you were in the CIA?
No, of course not.

You lied to me
for three years
and you were good at it.

I think you actually
enjoyed it.

Can we have
a minute, please?

No, you can't.

I would like to talk
to Jack alone.

This is geopolitics,
it's not couples therapy.

Do I really have
to remind you what's
at stake here, Jack?

There's a very
real scenario here

where we don't get
out of this alive.

Any of us.

And neither do a lot
of innocent people
back home.

Now, we had about
eight minutes to discuss
this little...

This little development.
We just used four of them.

We don't need you to break
into Lemkov's computer,

just into the office
next to his.

You plug this
into any 220 outlet

that shares the
same wall with him.

We use the building's own
electrical wiring to access
Lemkov's hard drive.

How much time will he need
to run the program?

Five, six minutes,
including movement.

HARPER: So the answer
to your question, yes.

10 minutes at the table
ought to do it.

All right.

HARPER: You know,
we catch a few breaks,
we can all be

headed home on a plane
by midnight.

Cherevin will be
at dinner in...

Cathy.
HARPER: 55 minutes.

Then I should get dressed.
Cathy.

I like her.

If Cherevin touches her,
I'll kill him.

It's just dinner, Jack.

The most he can do is look.

And to be honest,
we need him to.

(UPBEAT POP MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO)

Good morning.
Morning.

Do you know what happened
three years ago today?

You agreed to stop
wearing cargo shorts?

(CHUCKLES) I did.
I did, it broke my heart.

All that storage capacity.
Incredible.
Incredible shorts.

No, but once I did

agree to make pants
a part of the new me,

you finally agreed
to go out with me.

Well, I couldn't very well
date a patient, could I?

Could you marry one?

'Cause I'm in love
with you, Doctor.

Oh, my God.

I'd appreciate it
if you would wear
the ring in public.

I left it in the hotel room.

I know.

I found it.

He's expecting to
meet my fiancee.
And this is...

His driver.
So please don't
embarrass me.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(VIKTOR SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Ah, the Ryans.

Perfect American couple.
Welcome.

Viktor Cherevin,
my fiancee, Dr. Muller.

Dr. Muller,
you are so beautiful.

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

(BEEPS)

Lemkov's headed out.

Jack, it's show time.

I hope you will enjoy
the Haut-Brion.
It's a very special wine.

(CHUCKLING)

You find it amusing.

(GULPS)

Jack had an early start.

So it seems.

(CHUCKLES) Oh.

JACK: Hey. Can I get
another one of these?

This is good, Viktor. Ah.

Jack has a back injury.

From Afghanistan.

Me, too.

Different time,
different empire,
same graveyard.

My son's, also.
Sorry to hear that.

Mujahideen grenade fragment
is lodged in my hip
to this day.

(LAUGHS) I wouldn't think
a hand grenade

would be the first thing
you'd wanna keep
on your desk.

A reminder
of a vanquished rival.

You lost the war.
But I beat
your grenade.

My grenade?

One supplied by your CIA.

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, I'm no medical doctor
like my illustrious
fiancee here,

but I would recommend
a Percocet or three
for that hip.

With a nice,
hearty red like this,

you won't know
your own name
in an hour.

What? Come on,
don't give me
that look, Cathy.

I'm not gonna be policed
at the dinner table.

Do you want one?

I think not.
Are you sure?

Oh, I'm sure.

You are so attractive
like this.

Chin-chin.

Will you excuse me,
please?

(JACK SIGHS)

Jack, I speak no Russian.

Is it too much to ask
to be escorted?

Oh, it's just
the bathroom, Cathy.
It's just the bathroom.

Please. Allow me.
Thank you.

HARPER: Nice work, Jack.

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(BOTH SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Uh-huh.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I got it.

Okay.

CHANG: Exit.

Snowball is rolling.

Okay to go.

Step it up.

Viktor!

Viktor, Viktor, Viktor.
Tell me.

Which would you rather?
Pick one.

Either you live in some
miserable shithole,
you have no money,

but you're single.

Or you're rich,
you live in some
fantastic apartment,

but you have to be,
good God,

you have to be
in a relationship.

Huh? What do you think?

I'll leave the night
to the two of you.
I won't allow it.

I think one of us
needs to take a walk.

I think you should
consider her suggestion.

(JACK LAUGHS)

Please, sit down.

(SYSTEM BEEPING)

He's in.

You flew all
the way to Moscow
to surprise him

or to catch him,
which was it?

That's a rather
personal question.

Would you prefer
impersonal?

I'd rather talk than make
chit-chat, wouldn't you?

If we're going to be married,
I'd like to know
that I can trust him.

Trust.

Truth.

I think it's like
most opinions,
best unexpressed.

(CHUCKLES)

You talk like Pechorin.

You've read
A Hero Of Our Time?

I had a misspent
sophomore year.

Really?
Mmm.

I love Lermontov.
That Russian
romanticism is so

achingly desperate.

Desperate, yes.
And insatiable.

(BEEPS)
(DOOR OPENS)

It's about not aging
before your time.

You don't understand.
Aging isn't the problem.

Dying the proper way,
that is the problem.

Not if you've lived
a life without regret.

How on earth
does one do that?

Regret. It piles up
around us like books
we never read.

Well, that's the past.

Can you live the rest
of your life without regret?

Yes, perhaps. If I feel
I have done something

truly great
for my country.

Something my children
would have found important.

Would have?

You're incredibly
beautiful.

I hope Jack Ryan realizes
how fortunate he is.
Mmm.

Ready.
Okay.

Go.

(TYPING)

(BEEPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Okay.
(CONTINUES TYPING)

(CHIMES)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

CHANG: Lemkov's
on his way back.

Okay, you're on the clock.

Three minutes, 37.

(CHIMING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

How advanced
is your cirrhosis?

You have a...

Yellow tinge
to your skin tone.

Spider-web veins
on the backs
of your hands.

You're stage three,
aren't you?

You see?
Now we're talking.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Excuse me.
CATHY: No, please
take the call.

(BEEPS)

They tell me I have
less than three months

but you probably
know that

because you are clearly
a brilliant doctor.

(CHIMING)

(PHONE RINGS)
Jack.

JACK: Hey, Teddy, it's Jack.
I'm in Cherevin's office

and I need your
help really quick...
I'm having dinner with her.

What?

Sarah in Arbitrage.

(STAMMERS) That's great.
Look, I need a favor, Teddy.

I'm at Cherevin. I'm having
a little trouble accessing

a group file code without
a partner-level ABA dodge.

Can you grab Rob for me?

I know he's in
a meeting right now.

For you, the world.

(PHONE RINGS)
(BEEPS)

Jack!

Hey, Rob.

You find anything
juicy over there?

Oh, you know,
accounts bullshit,

hookers and hotels,
same old, same old.

Did Teddy tell you
I need that dodge?

I'll give it to you
on one condition.

Shoot.

ROB: If you get
one whiff that FSB

is involved in
whatever this is,

you run, do not walk,
to the nearest airport.

They play rough
over there, Jack.

Under two, Jack.
Step it up.

Understood.
Yeah, understood, Rob.

ROB: I worry about you,
you know.

Thanks. I appreciate it.
Look, I'm a little pressed
for time on this end.

Ready?
Yeah. Shoot.

Four... One...

Seven.

You getting this?
Uh-huh.

One... Eight...

Three...

Six.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Jack?

We're in.

I'm not there yet.
How we doing?

Okay, unless he ran
the red lights.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Back on site.

He ran the red lights.
Get out.

(ALARM BLARING)

(BEEPS)

Got it! Got it!

Jack?
You got trouble.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Main elevator is N.G.

We're working
on another exit.

I need it now.

Yep, yep, yep.

There it is.
Private elevator.

Back of Cherevin's
office. Go.

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)
(DOOR OPENS)

Hit the service
entrance button.

Texting you
Cyrillic icon now.

(BEEPS)

(SECURITY SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

There's an external
staircase.

(SECURITY CLAMORING)

(SECURITY SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)
(DOORS CLOSE)

(EXHALES) Harper.

Jack.

(STATIC)

Jack.

Harper. Harper,
can you hear me?

Damn it.

I'm flushed.
Must be the wine.

Or perhaps the company.

Are you about
to misbehave?
Would you like me to?

I haven't decided yet.

Telephone.

(BEEPING)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(GUN COCKING)

HARPER: Jack, stop.

(GUNSHOT)

HARPER:
Hurry up, Jack.
He's got Cathy

and he's on his way
back to the building.

Duck.

(GUNSHOT)
(YELLS)

Keep moving, Jack.

Staircase is clear
to the ground. Go.

(SECURITY SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Control, you're on.

(SECURITY SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Cathy.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I'm so sorry.

Did you enjoy
your walk, Dr. Ryan?

Mr. Cherevin,
I have to apologize.
I had too much to drink.

Excuse me, Doctor!

Yes?
Yes?

DIMITRI: Viktor.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

What is this?

(JACK CHUCKLES)

You missed a fascinating
conversation I had
with Dr. Muller.

I did? What was that?

Things we regret.

Let's you and I
have that same talk soon.

You know, we should get home.
I am so sorry about tonight.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Get us to Beta.

DRIVER: Copy that.
Let's hit the safe house.

We clean the premises
and get the hell out of there.

I have max-level data
coming in for analysis now.

(DIMITRI SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(VIKTOR SPEAKS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(AGENTS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

The algorithm's
uploading to Langley.

Once we break it down...
(SIGHS) It's tomorrow.

What?
The sell order.

It's programmed
for 9:06 a.m. Eastern Time.
They're dumping everywhere.

Tokyo, London, Shanghai,
a dozen other exchanges.

It's almost two trillion.
It's gonna be a wipeout.

That's 18 hours.

How do we stop it?

They're not gonna
flood the market

unless the terror attack
is successful.

They'd lose everything.

And the attack
will be coordinated
right before that...

9:00 a.m. tomorrow.

CHANG: Get down!

Go, go, go!

Albatross,
we are compromised
at rendezvous Beta.

Request immediate backup.

(MEN YELLING IN RUSSIAN)

(SCREAMS)

No! Get off me!

(GUNSHOTS)
CATHY: Get off me!

(SCREAMS) Jack!
(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Cathy!
(MEN YELLING IN RUSSIAN)

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMS)

Jack!

Jack!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(HORN BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
I don't know
what you're saying.

(MEN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Harper.

Harper, can you hear me?
Do you have her?

Are you sure
she's wearing it?

Yes! Of course!
I put it on her myself!

We played the whole scene
for the driver.

Now where is she?

HARPER: Got her.

It's working.

CHANG: Jack, send me
a ping from yours.

(BEEPING)

Southwest
on Kashirskoye Shosse.
It's a kilometer from you.

(HONKING)

Go! Go!

CHANG: Off the highway.

Headed north
toward Kuznetsky Most.

Third exit ahead of you,
due north.

I hope you
enjoyed your meal.

(HONKING)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Cathy.

I hope for her sake
you have not yet
transmitted

the information
you stole from me.

I'm going to find you.
I'm going to find you.

How far?

Nine blocks behind him
and closing.

We haven't started
transmitting yet.
I still have the stick drive.

Very good,
very good, Jack.

Let us hope
Cathy and I
can believe you.

If not, I have
always found that
in these situations

the swiftest results
are achieved by
working with loved ones.

You know I have
what you want.
Put her on the phone!

Doctor?

JACK: Cathy!

Talk to your fiance.

Cathy, talk to me!

What? You think your...

Silence is
in some way heroic?

(WHIMPERS)

Cathy!

We will do
this other way.

So let me tell you
something, Jack.

If you squeeze
a neck just right,

human beings

can't keep their
mouths closed.
(GASPS)

VIKTOR: Jack.

A light bulb will go
into her mouth

because in

Lubyanka
and Lefortovo prisons,

we discovered in torture
that vacuum glass explosion

inside mouth
causes damage to...

Soft tissue,
to enamel, to bone,

and to lungs, also.

It's quite a bit of,
what do you say,

havoc for
forty watts, hmm?

HARPER: Hard left coming up.

Just two blocks
and you got him.

Push it!
I am!

But when you look at this,
Cathy, you will know

and, Jack,
you will understand,
that I am very serious

when I say that
I want what you
stole from me

and I want it now.

Do you think Jack
will get to you?

Or do you think
he thinks it
is a game, hmm?

VIKTOR:
You think this
is game, Jack?

You think...

My country bled
for so many years

before your feet for game?

(BEEPING)
Cathy!

(CRASHES)

You think my son
died for game?

You think I will
let myself die
for nothing?

No, it is America

that will soon
know what it is
to have nothing.

HARPER: He's got
to cut back, Jack.

You can catch him
at the corner.
Run straight ahead.

I put bulb
in her mouth, Jack!

Now, I have my hand
beneath your bitch chin!

And now in moment,
I will crush her jaw

so she bites down on it
and begins slow
and painful death!

So, I will say it once more,

I want what you
stole from me
and I want it now!

(TIRES SCREECH)
(GASPING)

(SCREAMS)

Cathy!

Cathy!
(GUNSHOT)

(CATHY GASPS)

Come on! Let's go!

Let's go.
You're all right.
AGENT 1: We need to go, now!

Keep moving!
We need to go!

The attack is going
to happen, Ryan!

You can't stop it.

(GROANS)

CONSTANTIN:
Jack, we need
to get out of here.

The police are coming!

AGENT 2: I got her!
She's in! She's in!
She's in!

AGENT 1: Turn it on!
Let's move! Let's move!

(SIREN BLARING)
(SIGHS)

(SOBBING)

Okay. Here's what we have...

Aleksandr Borovsky, AKA
Andrew Bornstein, age 23.

Last known address,
in Dearborn, Michigan.

SWAT 1: Move, move, move!

Let's go!
SWAT 2: Going in.

Cover my six!
(FLASHBANG DETONATES)

MALE CIA AGENT:
The location's burned.
They're up and out recently.

MALE FBI AGENT:
They leave anything?

Ashes and melted plastic.

CHANG: FBI was tipped that
he might be a sleeper agent.

JACK: A sleeper agent
who was handpicked.

(STAMMERS) This guy
was groomed for it.

This is personal.

Wait a minute.
Cherevin's son.

What?

JACK: Last night,
Cherevin mentioned
something about his son

having died.
What if he didn't?

MALE ANALYST:
Cross-referencing Moscow
hospital records,

coroner's reports.
Got it!

Aleksandr Cherevin,
age nine.

Apparently died
in a drowning accident,

June 2004.
Cherevin's own signature
is on the certificate.

Aleksandr Borovsky
entered the country
in '04 with his parents.

Aleksandr Cherevin,
age nine,

and Aleksandr Borovsky,
age nine.

MALE ANALYST:
They're the same kid.

He took a cash advance
of $6,000.

JACK: And then he went black?
MALE ANALYST: Right.

By now, he
could be anywhere.

Hey, Al.
Where you been?

You in some kind of shit?

FBI was crawling
all over here yesterday
looking for you.

Wait. The guy knew that
the FBI made his phone.

He would dump it, right?
He'd dump it.

Michigan Bell... Is there
a listing near his house?

Bear with me.
(TYPING)

Off-site delivery?

JACK: There's a way
into him, I know it.

We just got to find it.
All right, drive safe.

JACK: That fake death
certificate, pull it up again.

Cherevin couldn't
do this alone.

That second signature
right there.

MALE ANALYST:
The attending physician,
Mikhail Yureyovich,

emigrated to the U.S. in '08.

Attained U.S. citizenship
two years later.

Give me his
Social Security number.

377-31-8622.

Ah. Perfect.
You have that?

The doctor served
with Cherevin
in Afghanistan.

It looks like he's been
subsidized for years
by Cherevin's firm.

He's got at least four
offshore accounts.

FEMALE ANALYST:
Found the pay phone!
JACK: Uh-huh.

Six blocks away.
Let me see.

They ran it, but it didn't
cross with anything.

All right. All right.
Here, here.

Someone called a pay phone
in Pennsylvania

from the pay phone
nearest to his house.

Pennsylvania...
Pennsylvania...

Pennsylvania...
Seventeen calls.

That's it! That's it.
That's it.

We're searching for recent

nonresidential
real estate transactions

made by Yureyovich.

Like a warehouse
or storage facility.

Got it. Barn at 211
Swallowsdale Road

and same zip code
as the pay phone.

Sold six months ago
to Dr. Mikhail Yureyovich.
All cash.

(ANALYSTS SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY)

He's in Pennsylvania.

Nobody blows up
Pennsylvania, Jack.

Tom, he's in
Pennsylvania.

(WHIRRING)

You're going
to Pennsylvania.

That's right.
Get FBI to that barn.

I need people there now.
Thank you.

We still don't know
where the attack's
gonna come, Jack.

If Borovsky's on the move,
we need to know
where the hell he's going.

Cell phone triangulation.
Where does this
guy travel to?

Where has he gone?
Michigan, Michigan.

Michigan. He hasn't
been anywhere.

Bullshit!
We're not digging
hard enough!

Everybody goes somewhere.

It's his parents.

They're a unit, right?
They're a unit.

If he didn't travel
somewhere, maybe they did.
Where did they go?

Did they post
pictures online?

No, no, no.
They wouldn't do that.
They're too smart for that.

We're looking
for extended family.

Look for extended family.

Oh, did they hit anybody's
Instagram, Facebook,
Hopscotch? Reddit?

FEMALE ANALYST 2:
Nope, none.

JACK: Here. Image Looker.

An uncle in New York.
Borovsky's father

accessed the account
from his phone
four times, right here.

Put it up
on the main screen.
Get it up.

CHANG: They're going
to hit Manhattan.

JACK: Jesus.

Our guy never
went to New York.

He had someone
scout it for him.

And they posted
the pictures

so he could plan
the attack.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(SWAT TEAM YELLING)

Wait, wait, stop.

Back up.

There, that.

HARPER:
You know that building?

Jack works there.
It's Wall Street.
Oh, Jesus.

An attack on
downtown Manhattan.

I'd say that'd
start a panic.

FEMALE LEAD AGENT:
Get me Harper.

MALE AGENT:
Feds just uncovered evidence

suggesting he camouflaged
a van stolen from work.

Discarded tags,
auto paint, paint thinner.

(BEEPS)

CHANG: Tire tracks indicate
we're looking for

a Ford Econoline,
white or blue body,
long wheel base.

Tell FBI we can
be at the site
in ten minutes.

Dr. Muller, there's a car
to take you home.

An agent
will stay with you.

CATHY: No. Take me
to Lennox Hill Hospital.
They might need me.

If I don't make it back...

Look. I will
see you tonight.
We're having dinner.

And we're gonna
split the check.

Sir? Excuse me.
The chopper is ready.

(AGENTS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Have you been
in one since?

Don't worry about me.

I haven't yet.

(CLAMORING)

Move! Bomb disposal
going in!
(SIREN WAILS)

Hold on!
Get back, get back!

(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(VIKTOR SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

MAN: (ON PA)
Please proceed
as directed by officers.

I repeat,
a total evacuation...

Jesus Christ.

(OFFICERS SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: (ON PA)
Emergency vehicles only

are allowed access
beyond this perimeter.

(AMBULANCE HONKING)
(SIREN WAILS)

Emergency vehicles only...

We got a dozen
ESU trucks
coming in right now.

I put the alert out
to the FBI
and Counterterrorism

to expand the EBU's search
to a 30-block radius.

JACK: No, this isn't right.

MAN: (ON PA) I repeat,
emergency vehicles only

are allowed access
beyond this perimeter.

(CITIZENS CLAMORING)

(OFFICERS DIRECTING CITIZENS)

OFFICER: I want air traffic
shut down over the city.

MAN: (ON PA)
Emergency vehicles only

are allowed access
beyond this perimeter.

(SIREN WAILING)

Harper!

Harper!

Harper!

Teddy!

Teddy.
Jack! I thought
you were in Moscow.

I was. I need the bike.

Jack!

(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(VIKTOR SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SIREN WAILING)

Jack.

I got him!
Jack, where are you?

It's a diversion!

The painting
in Cherevin's office,

it's right out
of Napoleon's playbook.
It's Waterloo!

He's not going
to the building,

he's going under it!

(STATIC)

Jack?

Jack!

I need a cross-section
of what's underneath
this building. I need it now.

(CONSTRUCTION CREW
YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

The greatest upward
blast amplification,
where would it be?

The convection chimney. Here.

If the force
of the blast is
channeled up through it,

you're looking
at shock over pressure,

six or seven buildings
come down.

HARPER: Jesus.
That's half of Wall Street.

(SIREN BLARING)

(EXHALES)

SWAT 1:
Let's get this thing up!

OFFICER: Come on, clear
the area! We got to move!

SWAT 2: Open it.

SWAT 1: Secure the ropes.
We're going down!

(BEEPING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

JACK: Oh, God, no.

(GRUNTING)

(WOMAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(VIKTOR SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GRUNTING)

(RAPID BEEPING CONTINUES)

(PANTING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

HARPER: Where are you, Jack?
I've got people coming to you!

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

SWAT SCOUT:
We got nothing here, Harper!

HARPER: Jack.

The sell-off's
programmed for 9:06,
that's two minutes from now.

Harper, we're not
talking about
10 or 15,000 people.

More like 100,000.

Just get me
a clear path
to the water!

HARPER: Head north
on Front Street.

(HONKING)

(GRUNTS)

(CARS HONKING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(GUNSHOT)

You didn't pick
this life. I did.

But I picked you.

I can't even kiss you.

Yeah, you can.
That side?

It doesn't
hurt that much.
Really? You sure?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Commander Harper?
Dr. Ryan?
They're ready for you.

Direct. Clear.

Concise. If he doesn't ask,
he doesn't want to know.

Yeah.

Okay.

Any way you can get that
boy-scout-on-a-field-trip
look off your face?

Not a chance.

That's what I like about you.

PRESIDENT: Harper,
when do you ever sleep?

You know what,
don't answer that.

I kind of like the idea
that you don't.
Let me keep thinking it.

And what's your name, son?

Ryan, Mr. President.
Jack Ryan.