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You know what the problem with Hollywood is?

They make shit.

Unbelievable, unremarkable shit.

Now, I'm not some grungy wannabe filmmaker that's searching for

existentialism through a haze of bong smoke or something.

No, it's easy to pick apart bad acting, short-sighted directing, and the purely

moronic stringing together of words that many of the studios term as prose.

No, I'm talking about the lack of realism.

Realism.

Not a pervasive element in today's modern American cinematic vision.

Take Dog Day Afternoon, for example.

Arguably, Pacino's best work.

Short of Scarface and Godfather Part I, of course.

Masterpiece of directing, easily Lumet's best.

The cinematography, the acting, the screenplay, all top-notch, but...

They

didn't. push the envelope now what if in dog day sunny wanted to get away with it

really wanted to get away with it what if now this is the tricky part what if

he started killing hostages right away no mercy no quarter meet our demands

are the pretty blonde and the bell bottoms gets it in the back of the head

bam splat what still no bus come on how many innocent victims splattered across

the window would it take

to have the city reverse its policy on hostage situations.

And this is 1976. There's no CNN.

There's no CNBC. There's no Internet.

Now, fast forward to today, present time, same situation.

How quickly would the modern media make a frenzy over the city? In a matter of

hours, it would be the biggest story from Boston to Budapest.

Ten hostages die.

Twenty. Thirty.

Relentless. Bam. Bim.

One after another.

All caught in high def, computer enhanced, color corrected.

You can practically taste the brain matter.

All for what? A bus? A plane?

A couple of million dollars that's federally insured?

I don't think so, but just a thought.

I mean, it's not.

Within the realm of conventional cinema, but... What if?

Well, there's a problem with that movie.

Really? It wouldn't work.

How come?

Audiences love happy endings.

Pacino escapes with the money.

Boyfriend gets a sex change.

Love happily ever after.

No?

Ah, homophobia.

Bad guy can't win.

It's a morality tale.

One way or the other, he's got to go down.

Well, life is stranger than fiction sometimes.

You know, guys, I got to go.

Got to jet.

Thanks for the coffee.

Stan,

time to go to work.

Coming?

Move.

I won't say it again.

Okay, now what?

Don't worry folks, you're fine.

It's almost over. She's done? She's done. Move her out? Okay, let's go.

Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Go out, make some smiles and bows, we'll be back before you know it.

Turn the fuck around.

Rescue team, let's go.

Who's on the roof?

Joy, what are you doing?

I'm handling this.

Look, don't fuck with this guy, man.

You're going to get these people killed. We've got two teams on the roof above

us. We've got a team over there, and we've got a team on that building.

Double this team up. That's your best angle.

Drop us.

Don't talk. Just listen.

Each of the 22 hostages has been wrapped with 20 pounds of C4 explosives.

They've also been taped with 15 pounds of stainless steel ball bearings, which

makes them the world's largest walking claymore mines.

They got the green light.

Hey, hey, look, I got this guy on the phone over here, Joy. Get the hell off

the phone. I'm done playing with this asshole.

Go on. Around their necks are radio frequency electronic dog collars.

Dog walks out of the yard, gets the shit chucked out.

Same thing here.

This bank is their yard, so don't fuck with me.

Johnson, you and your partner, move up between those vehicles.

Hey, stand down. Get back.

Officer, stand down right now!

He's gonna shoot!

He's gonna shoot!

Sir, how long are you going to be in this country?

One week.

Are you here for business or pleasure?

Hopefully both.

What type of work do you do?

I'm a consultant.

Excuse me.

Could you be careful with that, please?

That's expensive equipment.

How long is this going to take?

It's only going to take a few minutes.

Sit down, relax, and I'll be right back.

A few minutes.

Hey, hey, hey!

Sir, could we have one of those, please? Just a second.

Easy,

easy.

This better be important.

Pulled me out of session.

Wouldn't have asked you if it wasn't, Senator.

We just received the communication that Axel Torvalds was intercepted entering

the Confidential U.S.

When was this?

In the last two hours.

According to my source inside the FBI, he was nabbed going through customs at

LAX. You know he's working for us? It's unlikely, sir.

It was a routine check, and Torvald just freaked out. They just got lucky.

Ain't good.

What do the feds know?

Nothing, as of yet. He's refusing to speak English, and the Finnish consul

has already contacted the State Department.

So we haven't been compromising?

I'm not sure. I'm working on that right now, sir. You better get sure real

quick, son.

If someone's cock's level will wind up on the block on this one, I guarantee it

won't be mine.

I understand, Senator.

There you go.

Who are you supposed to be?

I'm Ginger.

Ginger, huh?

Where's Gilligan?

Someone the NSA once listed as the most dangerous hacker in America sure don't

look like much.

Surprised?

I know everything there is to know about you, Stan.

What are you selling again?

My employer wants to meet you.

Yeah.

Shit. You're not too good at this golf thing, are you, Stan? You're fucking up

my chi.

Let me have it.

This is not a nice place. You got here, Stan.

Been here five minutes and I already feel sorry for myself.

You're wasting your time.

I didn't even touch your computer. I go straight back to Leavenworth.

Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.

If I knew you were coming, I might have cleaned up a little.

I'm not here to suck your dick, Stanley.

He'll pay you, just to meet you.

Great work greasing pump jacks.

So, uh, spoke to Holly lately?

Hello. Melissa.

Is Holly home?

Stanley.

Why are you calling here, huh?

I just want to talk with Holly.

It's Saturday. She's at soccer practice.

You know it's illegal for you to talk to her.

Don't do this, Mel. Okay? This... It's not good for Holly.

And how would you know what is or isn't good for my daughter?

You've just spent the last two years in prison.

Mal.

Stop calling me that, Stanley.

Look, I just... I just want to see my baby.

Well, she doesn't want to see you, Stanley.

And I swear to fucking God, if you even try to contact her, I will have Larry's

attorney throw you in a hole so dark and deep, it'll make Leavenworth seem like

two weeks in Vegas, during which I will personally pay two ball-busting

skinheads to make a... Playground out of your ass.

Well, you can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can't take the

trailer park out of the girl.

I will not let myself be manipulated by you, Stanley.

Larry's her father now.

Larry's the porn king of Southern Killam.

Larry is a film financier.

What films he's involved in are a function of profitability and none of

your business.

Get help, Stanley.

Get into a program. Get a therapist.

Get a dog, but whatever you do, stay away from my child. Your child? She's

our child.

She will never be your child.

Forget Holly.

What are you still doing here?

Look, I'm beginning to lose my sense of humor about all this.

Okay, then I'll cut to the chase.

If you want a chance in hell at getting your daughter back, you better listen

up. Unless, of course, you want to stay here in this loser existence while your

daughter grows up to be a fluffer in her new daddy's videos.

With the courtesy of not confusing your own childhood with my daughter's.

Then look at your situation, Stanley.

For the past, what, 20 months?

Been in and out of court six times?

Each time your case was thrown out.

Situation doesn't look good, sweetheart.

How much money do you think it would cost to hire the best family lawyer in

the country to help you get your kid back?

A lot. Come here.

Come here.

Judas.

That should get you started.

100 grand.

What do you got to lose, Stan?

He just wants to meet you.

One time.

You don't like the situation?

Walk away.

And that's it?

That's it.

And you keep the money.

See ya.

What did he say?

Your client is wanted on 24 counts of electronic crimes

in seven different countries.

He has a Finnish passport.

And Finland does not recognize these allegations as crimes.

Your laws don't apply.

Do you see a Finnish flag hanging on the wall? IKEA one?

What'd he say? He said IKEA is Swedish.

He understands English, huh?

Joe.

Let me talk to him for a minute.

He's all yours.

Fucked up now, Hamlet.

See, the thing is, they have you put the furniture together yourself.

Hey, my client has repeatedly reserved his right not to answer any questions.

Look, I'm just curious. Why would the number one hacker in the world risk life

imprisonment by coming into the continental U.S.? Okay,

what did he just say?

He said he never misses an episode of Survivor.

Did he really say that?

You're funny.

How much do you weigh?

How much do I weigh?

Yeah.

We'll call you if you need something.

Eat a dick.

Idiot!

I like that smile off your face.

Until about a year ago, I was head of the largest cyber criminal task force in

the world.

But I burned out.

I snapped.

I shot a suspect in the hand.

Do you know how difficult it is to work a keyboard with one fucking hand?

You don't understand.

Whatever you want to do to me, he will do worse.

I'm already dead.

The only way I have a chance is back in Europe. I have friends there.

Will you tell me what I want to know?

I'll make sure you're on the first thing smoking.

First class.

Courtesy of the U.S. government.

Who is he?

I don't know his name.

You work for the guy. You don't know his name.

No.

Tell me something.

I'll tell you what I know.

He exists in a world beyond your world.

What we only fantasize he does.

He lives a life where nothing is beyond.

You know what?

It's all a facade.

All his charm and charisma, his wealth, his expensive toys.

He is a driven, unflinching, calculating machine.

He takes what he wants, when he wants, and disappears.

So how do I find him?

You don't find him, he finds you.

Here's how it works.

His people pick me up, they take me to him, then he tells me what he wants me

to do.

I do the job right there.

I get paid and I leave.

That's a really nice story, but you haven't told me shit, have you?

Excuse me, sir.

You have a call.

Take a message.

It's Assistant Director Joy.

Said it's important.

I can only tell you what I've done for him so far.

Well, that's a start.

Thank you.

You've just had my client go free.

He denied his right to counsel, assault and babbling.

Jan,

you eat the dick!

Is everything still working?

It's working, thanks.

Yes, I got a call from the AD joy, this is Roberts hold for just one moment, sir

Joey?

Yeah, Roberts. You needed me.

You didn't call me.

No, I didn't call you, Roberts. What do you want?

Now you really should have let me buy you a suit, Stan.

I'm happy with what I'm wearing, thank you.

Ignorance is bliss.

Miss me? Uh-huh.

Stanley. Gabe.

Big Stan.

Nice suit.

Thanks.

They say it's the clothes that make the man.

You buy it?

Hope not. Think?

Look, I flew 1,500 miles for this meeting. How about we get to the point?

No. Actually, you flew 1,500 miles for 100 grand, but that's not the point.

Helga, meet Stanley.

Hello, Stanley.

Oh, good.

Look, I don't have a lot of patience, Gabriel.

Well, maybe you can help me with something, Stanley.

Take a look at this.

What do you think?

You know I can't touch that.

Do you like tequila, Stanley?

Okay, this is bullshit.

Look, you want something from me, and I want something from you.

DOD, D-base, 128-bit encryption.

What do you think?

Impossible?

Nothing's impossible.

Good. So it can be done.

You slide in a Trojan horse hiding a worm. Something like that. Is this an

interview? Sort of.

Marco, let's give him some incentive.

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing?

Relax, Stanley.

Now, I have been told that the best crackers in the world can do this in 60

minutes.

Unfortunately, I need someone who can do it in 60 seconds.

You're kidding.

Afraid not.

Go!

Get up, get up, get up!

55. Get on with it.

What the hell is this?

Time's a-wasting, big guy.

45 seconds.

Oh, she's good, isn't she?

Jesus Christ.

More time, more time.

Come on, Stan.

20, 19.

15.

10, nine.

Three.

Two, one.

Too bad. You gotta die.

No, no, no, wait, wait!

I was just fucking with you, Stan.

That's our guy.

Get away from me.

I really want to help you, Stan.

You want to help me like you helped me in there?

That was a test, Stan.

A test?

And you passed.

I don't know why I let you talk me into this. I can't believe how desperate I

am. I thought you were saving your daughter, Stanley.

Look, I'd do anything to get Holly back, but if I end up in a box or back in

jail, then I really can't help her, can I? So, what I'm gonna do is take my

money and go back to court. Oh, yeah? Back to court? With your little $100

,000? If you throw $100,000 at Melissa, she'll throw $5,000 back at you. Think,

Stanley. What I'm thinking about is the fact you're willing to put a gun to my

head just to see if I can hack into...

Let me break it down to you Stanley one last time You live in a trailer

You're a felon you work a dead-end job And you desperately want to get your

daughter

Look, I've got some concerns about our new friend.

Well, don't be jealous.

I just don't see him dragging his sorry ass across the finishing line.

Stan, I thought we lost you. Tell me what the deal is.

Well, the deal is that we're having a little gathering at the house, and, uh,

why don't you come and I'll explain it to you there.

Come on.

Gentlemen, if it's not good news, I don't even want to hear it.

Actually, we have a small ray of hope in the vast darkness which is your life,

sir. Check this out. When we grabbed Torvalds at the airport, these two guys

were there.

Now, check this out.

Recognize those two, same guys, a few hours later. And then, guess who shows

up?

Stanley. Stanley Jobson.

Wired Magazine's 1996 Man of the Year.

Pretty much a burnout now, but he was the hacker zeitgeist of his day.

Yeah, I know Jobs and I arrested him.

Why are you in L.A., Stan?

His ex-wife lives out in Malibu with their 10-year-old daughter. The new

husband owns Backdoor Films. It's a shady porn production house out in

Chatsworth. You know, they have pretty good production value considering that,

you know, they have to shoot on video.

Did you know he uses his wife in a couple of the videos? No, I know, I

know, I know. She's like an actress.

Yeah, that's great. Are you done?

Who's the girl?

Oh, um... Well, actually, sir, we don't know yet.

She's a serious piece of talent.

Man, she's way out of his league.

Find out who she is.

I want to sit on the ex-wife's house.

You got it.

Sam, wanna get wet?

Nah, I don't have a suit.

You don't need one.

Come on, Sam. Later.

Some of you, let's get a drink.

How did you do it?

Do what? Break the code.

Used a logic bomb, dropped it through the trapdoor.

No, you didn't. You didn't have time.

What do you have?

Scotch. Come on, you can eat better than that.

I used a password sniffer.

Uh-uh. How did you do it?

Look, I don't know exactly. I just, uh, see the code in my head. I can't explain

it.

Let me show you something.

Pretty impressive, huh?

So what we need from you, Stanley, is a worm.

A hydra, actually.

A multi-headed worm to sniff out digital footprints across an encrypted network.

What kind of cipher?

A Vernum encryption.

Vernum's key code is destroyed upon implementation, not to mention being a

true 128-bit encryption.

Well, actually, we're talking a 512-bit.

That is definitely not possible.

What if I were to tell you I'd give you $10 million?

That would pretty much cover all your problems, yes?

Unless, of course, it's not possible.

But, uh, you think about it.

We'll bite you.

This is not just a multi-screen system.

It has a DS3 connection, which allows us to access seven different networks

simultaneously.

It has a central encryption that you would have to crack in order to utilize

the system.

Give it a try.

I don't know. It's going to be pretty hard without a gun to my head.

Well, maybe I should put a gun to your head.

I thought you were Gabriel.

I'm not what you think I am.

Ginger?

Are you surprised

that a girl with an IQ over 70 can give you a hard-on?

So,

is it impossible?

Nothing's impossible.

Good. So we have a deal.

Mean afternoon?

Yeah.

Can I borrow your car for something I need to do?

Sure.

Here you go. Thank you.

Hey, uh... Stan.

Yeah? If you're going to see Holly, I suggest you re-evaluate the way you

look.

Just a thought.

Just a thought.

Holly?

Mom late again?

Um, she'll be here in a minute. Okay.

Hi. Um, can I have the phone number for a yellow cab?

Need a lift?

Danny! Hey!

Oh, what are you doing here?

I missed you too, baby.

Here, I brought you something.

Oh, my gosh. It's so cute.

If Mom finds out you're here, she's going to have you thrown back in jail.

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

You want to live at home?

Of course I do. All right.

Whoa.

You are heavy.

Nice car.

Hey, thanks.

Is that Mommy's car? Is she home?

I lost my stepdad's car.

Okay.

So listen to me.

I found a way for us to be together.

I don't want anything else to happen to you, Dad.

Everything's gonna be fine.

It's gonna be okay.

You just have to trust me.

I love you, Daddy. Oh, I love you too.

I love you so much.

Oh, God.

You go home. Okay.

Bye. I miss you. I miss you too. Go.

Sweetheart.

Hey.

All right.

Who the hell are you?

Friend of a friend.

Look what you're running for, man.

You're arresting me?

What? For violating parole by leaving Texas without permission?

Huh? Or for evading a federal officer and almost getting me fucking killed in

the process?

No, I'm not arresting you.

Then why are we talking?

What are you doing in L.A., Stan?

Vacationing. Vacationing, right.

I didn't know the judge had lifted the sanction preventing you from seeing your

daughter. Fuck you. Fuck you.

You just want to cut through all the pleasantries, get right down to it, huh?

Okay, fine.

I can help you with your daughter, Stanley.

You help me, I'll help you.

You know, you'll have to forgive me the fact that, uh...

You know, you put me in jail for 18 months doesn't inspire a lot of trust.

You hacked into the FBI carnivore program. You dropped in a virus. You set

it back two years. You were reading every ISP subscriber's email in the U.S.

It was illegal. I did what every federal judge wouldn't do. I don't give a shit.

You broke the law, okay?

Well, we were both doing what we had to do.

And the carnivore program is back in full swing.

This was a nice trip down memory lane, but if you're not arresting me...

Not getting a lot of cooperation here, man.

And I ran into your friend Axel Torvalds the other day.

He was vacationing, too.

What are the odds of the two best hackers in the entire world being in L

.A. at the same time, Stan?

I'm just a sucker for Disneyland.

We done?

Good.

Tell Torvalds I said hello.

You tell him yourself if you're not careful.

He's dead.

Give me a card.

If you think anything you want to tell me, call me.

Sorry about your nose.

Stan, you're in way over your head.

I know.

You want me to keep an eye on him?

Yeah, set it up.

I've had a pretty shitty day so far, but it looks like it just got worse.

You either shoot me, or tell me why you're wearing that wire.

Can't do that.

Who are you, Ginger?

He'll kill me if he finds out.

That's not my problem, is it?

You're asking for a lot of faith here, Ginge, without giving me any.

You brought me into this mess.

I deserve to know who's playing me.

Who are you?

Ginger?

I'm DEA Stanley.

Holy shit.

But it's not you we're after. It's Gabriel.

So just give him the worm, take the money, and get the hell out of here.

This looks friendly.

You know me.

I'm a friendly girl.

Come on, Stanley.

Let's get a cup of coffee.

There you go. Thank you. Thank you.

Ever heard of Operation Swordfish?

Nope. Well, then you'll appreciate the irony here.

Triple espresso.

Okay.

In the early 80s, the DEA set up a network of dummy corporations as a

government front to launder drug money and gather evidence.

The problem was that these companies started to make money, a lot of money.

In 1986, when Operation Swordfish was... terminated. There's almost $400 million

in these DEA accounts.

Money that just sort of disappeared.

Thank you.

It didn't disappear. It sat there, earning interest.

That's 15 years ago.

Do you have any idea of how much money that is today?

Nine and a half billion.

This is a sweet deal.

We're going over the phone lines.

Pop the firewall.

Drop in the Hydra.

Sit back, wait for the money.

Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?

Before you can access the secure cluster, you need a bank on the backbone

of the network.

You know how long it'll take to find one?

Not a problem.

Look behind you.

You know, some of these fellows might be wearing Armani, but they definitely have

the swagger of ex-military.

Joe?

Yeah, maybe bodyguards, but they look more like mercs to me. Sir, there's

definitely something going on here. They've got two DS-3 trucks going in

there. That's serious bandwidth.

Thermoscopes indicate a huge heat load in the main living area. Could be

mainframes. The house was listed by Celebrity Estates at Beverly Hills.

It was leased two weeks ago by a blind corporation.

No other info on them yet.

Wait a minute, Joe.

Blue shirt, pinstripe.

Oh, yeah, that's him.

That's our man right there.

Ah, just in time to watch Stanley find our worm.

As Jerry College, I created the source code for the worm I've been using for

years.

In the basement, through a file room, is the only PDP-10 still active and on the

internet. I don't know how many people know it.

It's an ITS machine and kept online just for historical sake.

So I hid my worm there where no one would ever think to look.

Thank you.

Good man.

Senator, we have a problem.

Senator, seems you have gotten yourself into a predicament.

Is that right?

I don't follow.

Download your file.

Senator. You know where I got these damn pictures?

From the deputy director of the FBI.

He thought I might be interested.

In all due respect, sir, do you think that there is any aspect of this

operation that I am not fully aware of? We are aborting the operation.

Take a vacation.

A vacation?

Have I ever failed you, sir?

That's not really the point, is it?

Well, it's my point.

You're losing sight of our objective, sir.

The risks are too great. We'll regroup and seek alternative means of finance

elsewhere. This operation is moving ahead.

Everything is under control.

Son, let's just say you've got a 200-pound Rottweiler.

Now, he loves you.

It's his job to protect you.

But if he ever bites you even once, you've got to put him down.

Never tell who he might bite next. You understand?

Yes, I do understand, Senator.

I think we got a team on the West Coast out of Fort McArthur.

Maybe they should pay our friend a little visit.

Please

50,000 watts of pumpkin 50,000 watts of pumpkin

50,000 50,000 50,000 watts of pumpkin

It's an eternal destruction.

Quick, quick, quick. Thank you.

Return.

Three, two, one, go. Come on, come on.

Yeah.

Oh.

Yes.

Play to the music.

Play to the music.

Play to the music. Play to the music.

Play to...

I just gotta modify the code.

Hmm,

here we go

What's the matter, Stan?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

We've got to talk.

Let's take a drive. Why can't we talk here? Because we shouldn't.

Have you ever heard of Harry Houdini?

Well, he wasn't like today's magicians who are only interested in television

ratings.

He was an artist.

He could make an elephant disappear in the middle of a theater filled with

people. And do you know how he did that?

Misdirection. What the fuck are you talking about?

Misdirection. What the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes.

What's going on? You've got a tail. Hold on.

Shit!

Jesus! Jesus!

We'll have to improvise. Take the wheel.

What? Take the wheel!

I can't try to say word.

I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what I'm involved in.

Look, Stan, I like you.

You're on my good side.

But don't confuse kindness with weakness.

You have 12 hours to get the Hydra, so get in the car.

Stanley?

Are you okay?

What do you think? I just saw that maniac murder eight people in the

street. I'm just fucking great.

You can't leave, Stan.

It's all gonna work out.

You gotta trust me.

Well, trust you? Yeah. Yesterday, I find out you're DEA. I got the feds crawling

up my ass, and I don't know what the fuck is going on in this place.

Well, if we don't find out who he's working for, we're gonna have to start

this whole thing all over again. That's not my problem. I really don't give a

shit who he's working for.

What about Holly?

Do you give a shit about her?

Finish the job, Stan.

We'll get your daughter back.

Oh, the great American outdoors.

Yet I never understood the appeal of fly fishing, Jim.

A little bit too much like masturbation for me without the payoff.

This is a catch-and-release dream, isn't it?

Yeah, I believe it is.

You got to see the irony in that, Senator.

The chairman of the Joint Subcommittee on Crime, Fishing, and a Catch-and

-Release Dream.

How could you do it to me, Jim?

After all we suffered.

I've changed my identity so many times, I don't even know who I am anymore.

How could you turn on me when we were so close to our goal?

The FBI was watching you.

You tried to kill me.

You've misplaced your loyalty, Senator.

You've sold out America.

Hatredism. does not have a four-year shelf life.

But unfortunately, politicians do.

What in the world are you going to do with that?

Thomas Jefferson once shot a man on the White House lawn for treason.

Now hold the phone here. Thomas Jefferson.

Stan, how are you? Fine. Finished?

Hello? Is this Stanley Jobson, Social Security number 669547311?

Yes. I'm calling from Credit Suisse in the Grand Cayman to notify you that

there's just been a transfer of 10 million US dollars into a new account in

your name.

As promised.

Thanks.

So, I'm done then.

Soon. Walk with me.

I'm going to do something against my better judgment.

I'm going to tell you who I am. Don't bother. I know who you are. Do you?

I think that you think I'm a bank robber.

The truth is that I'm just like you. Like me?

No. Because you're a murderer.

That I am, and worse, much worse.

But I do have ethics.

Rules to which I adhere.

Look, I have no idea why the fuck you told me all this. Well, if you listen,

then you will.

You asked who those men were, and I'm going to tell you.

J. Edgar Hoover started a secret organization in the 1950s called Black

Cell. This was to protect the freedoms of this country at all costs.

I don't care about any of this. All I care about is my daughter.

I'm talking about your daughter. I'm talking about you and your daughter and

200 million other Americans who take their freedoms for granted.

You don't understand what it takes to protect those freedoms.

That's my job, Stanley.

To protect your way of life.

So you and your band of lunatics are really stealing all this money just to

protect little old me.

That's right, Stanley.

Because wars cost money.

War?

Who are we at war with?

Anyone who impinges on America's freedom.

Terrorists state, Stanley, someone must bring their war to them.

They bomb a church, we bomb 10.

They hijack a plane, we take out an airport.

They execute American tourists, we tactically nuke an entire city.

Our job is to make terrorism so horrific that it becomes unthinkable to attack

Americans.

You're not going in over the phone lines.

You're going into the fucking bank.

And you're coming with us.

It'll all be over in 24 hours.

You're a rich man, Stanley.

Pretty soon you'll be on a yacht with your daughter, having a good life,

eating bonbons. The American dream.

And just think, in the end, you have done your small part in ensuring

America's way of life.

You're a hero, Stan.

Let him go.

He'll be back.

Okay, load him up. Let's move out.

Let's go. Move. Hands behind your head. Let's go.

Tea, please.

What tea?

I don't know anything about any tea.

Just wait here.

Hello?

Melissa?

Oh, God.

Holly! Holly!

Holly!

Baby! Baby! Holly!

Release the hostage!

Yeah, yeah.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm good.

Come on, move.

That was your decision.

No, no, you did that.

How many more people die is up to you. I want that plane on the runway in 25

minutes.

Okay, he says he wants a plane on the runway in 25 minutes.

My suggestion, sir, you give it to him.

He wants a plane, I'll give him a goddamn plane.

Stanley, finish the job. Until I see my daughter.

You want to see your daughter? Get him his daughter!

Dad? Oh, baby.

Are you okay?

It's okay. It's okay.

You son of a bitch.

Did you really think that I wanted it to come to this, did you?

I told you that I will sacrifice as many lives as I have to to protect this

country, including my own.

And I'll get you your money.

You finish the job, and you both go.

Come on, Stanley.

I need the disc.

How do you want it allocated?

Spread it evenly over the accounts.

Come on.

Done. Give me my daughter.

Verify this.

Good.

Get her!

Okay.

Stanley,

hold up.

Good job.

See you around. I doubt it.

What's happening?

What's happening?

The money. It's gone. Stop her!

Go! Run!

Go!

Come here!

What happened, Stan?

The explosion.

Scrambled the internal clock.

No, it didn't. You fucked me.

You kill me and you'll never get a single dollar.

The money jumps every 60 seconds from one numbered account to another.

And it's gonna do so for the next 10 years.

Of course, it wasn't supposed to happen for another six hours, but hey.

Fix it.

Well, unfortunately, I can't.

The accounts are encrypted with a 1024-bit cipher. Even I can't break

through the firewall.

So here's the deal.

You let the hostages go, and I'll tell you where and when you can extract the

money. We all walk away. Nobody gets hurt.

Deal.

I'm thinking.

No deal.

Get Ginger.

What are you doing?

String her up. Stop. No, don't do this.

No, don't do this.

I wonder how long she'll live, Stanley. You're fucking insane.

I say 60 seconds.

55. Okay, okay.

Hope you built in a back door.

Come on, come on.

30.

Sir, the plane will be on the runway in a half hour. Good.

Twenty.

She's dying, Stanley. Shut the fuck up!

Ten.

Nine.

Eight. Counts. It counts!

That's it.

Three.

There it is. There it is. Get it down! Get it down!

Check.

Verify. Bring her down.

She was DEA, Stan.

Move him out!

all right people let's move all of you come on quickly come on move it move it

come on no

one

wants a repeat of what happened this morning keep your distance and clear the

airspace for five miles

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, if that launcher was a suppository, would that bad man stick

it up my ass?

Well, you eyeball me once more, boy, and I'll stick it so far up your ass,

you'll be begging me for this bullet.

Ladies and gentlemen, this must be your new holding area. If you do not test the

limitations of your collars, this will all be over before you can say cat in

the hat.

How can you justify all this?

Not looking at the big picture Stan.

Here's a scenario.

You have the power to cure all the world's diseases, but the price for this

is that you must kill a single innocent child. Could you kill that child,

Stanley?

Nope.

You disappoint me.

It's the greatest good.

Well, how about ten innocents?

Now you're getting it. How about a hundred? How about a thousand?

Not to save the world, but to preserve our way of life.

No man has a right to make that decision. You're no different from any

other terrorist.

You're wrong, Stanley.

Thousands die every day for no reason at all. Where's your bleeding heart for

them? They give you $20 to Greenpeace every year thinking you're changing the

world?

What countries will harbor terrorists when they realize the consequences of

what I'll do?

Did you know that I can buy nuclear warheads in Minsk for $40 million each?

Hell, I buy half a dozen, I don't even get a discount.

Uh, Control, please let Andy Choi know we're about 20 minutes from the airport.

Ready? Sir Birddell, field up, ready to go. What about your pilot?

He's in the works now.

All right.

Let's do it.

Okay, guys.

Team over here.

Jesus, what the fuck is he thinking?

I thought we were going to the airport.

Misdirection, Stan.

What are you doing?

Where are you taking this thing?

You see Sugar Land Express?

What are we doing, guys?

Didn't like the way it ended.

Look, pull this over before you get...

Oh, I can't be serious.

Hold on!

Attention control, this has now become an aerial pursuit.

I've also got people across the tarmac in case anything goes wrong. Excuse me,

sir. I've just been informed the bus is no longer en route to LAX.

What happened?

Apparently, it broke through the lead vehicles and turned onto First Street,

heading into the city.

All right.

Let's go to First Street.

Sir, the bus is no longer on First Street.

Then where is it?

Airborne.

What the hell's he doing? We have a strong wind condition. He doesn't know

if he can make it. Tell him to climb. I am.

Climb, goddammit! Climb!

Now! Everybody down!

Either add action or excitement, or we change the direction of the entire

campaign.

Maybe we ought to rethink the visuals.

Holy shit.

Take the people secure permit around this building. Okay, Nick come here. I

want everybody else lobby right now get them out of here Secure these elevators

the stairwells anybody coming on the container What's going on

we're going to the roof where those elevators they're up there What's this

about is there a freight elevator in the building career the building through

those that way guys?

Stan-Man!

Take care of that little girl of yours. Maybe I'll see you around sometime.

No, no, no!

It's not going to end like this.

Come on, Stan.

Not everything ends the way you think it should.

Besides, audiences love happy endings.

Gentlemen, you here to identify the body?

The body's dentals exactly match the dentals the Israeli government sent us

for an ex-Mossad agent named Gabriel Shear.

Excuse me, sir?

Yeah.

The DEA has no record of any ginger knolls working for them.

And I've checked all the hospitals and morgues and I still can't find their

body.

Well, look again. I mean, bodies just don't disappear.

Right.

He could make an elephant disappear in the middle of a theater filled with

people. And do you know how he did that?

Misdirection. D-E-A, Stanley.

Give him the worm, take the money, and get the hell out of here.

The eyes see and the ears hear.

The mind believes.

Misdirection, Stan.

Yeah, this is a bad guy, Stanley.

Nobody's gonna miss him.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah, good.

Look, why don't you get out of here?

Go see your daughter.

Yeah, thanks.

We'll be in touch.

Thank you. Are you sure you're done?

Yes, I'm full.

Good. Let's go.

So, Navigator, where's our next stop?

Hallbrook. Hallbrook.

So, what's in Hallbrook?

The Petrified Forest, Dad. Petrified Forest.

I think you take the I-40 down to the 180.

Cool.

Are you okay, Dad? Yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart.

Okay.

Don't worry, Dad.

It's gonna be okay.

We're gonna be fine.

I know, honey.

Bonjour. I would like to transfer money from my employer's account.

May I have your account number and password, please?

356127G.

Password, Swordfish.

How much would you like to transfer?

All of it.

Evenly over these accounts.

It's done.

In international news, suspected terrorist Alal bin Hazard was believed

to be among the victims killed today in an unexplained explosion aboard a yacht

in the Mediterranean.

The elusive bin Hazard, long sought by authorities, was considered responsible

for the American embassy bombing in Istanbul earlier this month.

This is the third killing of a major terrorist leader in as many weeks.

cried still and the salt fish come

Gotta take it slow, low, low, you'll make it alright.

Sit, cry, stare, and the saltfish come.

Not so lonely, no. Touch it when you go, go, go.

touch my brain come see the drugstore lights it'll treat

you just the same

time

with the devil time with the

devil time with the devil

Wake on the draw Something you've never seen before And I dare a motherfucker to

come in my face I got something chrome And I got it from home And it ain't a

microphone And I dare a motherfucker to come in my face It's so real How I

feel It's this society That make a nigga wanna kill Or just

straight ill

I wanna cycle down the streets while politicians sound like strippers to me.

They saying, but I wanna hear it.

Who wants to ball fight?

Well, come on, all right.

And I dare a motherfucker to come in my face. Baseball bats.

I got something for that.

It goes black like a cat.

So I dare a motherfucker to come in my face. It's so real.

How I feel.

Is this society that make a nigga wanna kill?

Or just straight ill? Riding my motorcycle down the street.

Keep saying what I don't want to hear