All language subtitles for I T 2016

Take the oil majors.

Royal Dutch shell
recently saying

it would lay off 10,000 workers

as it mergers with bg group,

but that it will at least
maintain its payout this year.

BP, exxon mobil, conoco,
Phillips, and chevron...

It's open.

...have all taken
similar steps to--

hey, Patrick,
good to see you.

Good to see you.
-Thanks, sit down.

Help yourself.

I'm grand, thanks, grand.

So, I spoke to Michael arndt,
sec compliance.

He says you're four to three
at the moment, it looks good.

All right, anyone with him?

Yeah, all except
Patricia Warren.

- Well, that's a pity.
- No, no,

he says she's, you know...

Flexible.

Just needs a little nudge,
right direction.

She's yours.

It's a done deal.

You've got the sec
in your pocket, Mike.

Thanks a million.

Self-made aviation tycoon...

...Mike Regan, is taking
his private jet business

to an even higher altitude.

The latest development, Regan is
taking his company public.

So will investors bite?

This is
marketplace, I'm Kai ryssdal.

Here's one for you,

Mike Regan, a 52-year old owner
of the private jet business

that bears his name is about
to take his company public.

He's launching an app
for millionaires, I suppose,

that'll let 'em book a jet
the same way

you and I would book an uber.

Is it gonna work?
I have no idea.

He needs cash and some
deep-pocketed investors,

but they are his
regular customers.

Not to be left out,
Regan needs the sec

to sign off on that ipo.

On to aviation news now.

Private jet Maverick,

Michael Regan,
is set to go before

the U.S. securities and
exchange commission next week.

He's seeking the green light

to bring his private
aviation company public.

Will it work?
The sec will decide soon.

Frequently sought, leaving--

-hey.
-Hi, rusty.

How'd it go?

Yeah, all's good, all's good.

Aren't you gonna
head to school today?

Mm-hm.

Just one more cup
before I face the kids.

Morning, sunshine.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, whatever happened
to "good morning, daddy"?

I'm not a little girl anymore.

Oh, no?
Who told you that?

Okay, can I just get
a coffee pot for myself?

Just my own coffee pot?
That'd be great.

--Would you look at that?

You're an amazing woman.

It's easy.
-Hey, can I get a new phone?

Oh, sure.
What color would you like?

Really?
Because Lance has the...

- Hilarious.

All right, Lance is here,
i gotta go.

-Mm mm, finish your breakfast.
-No, I got school, I gotta go.

Finish your breakfast.

Hey!

Dad, can you have someone
fix the wifi?

- It's crazy slow.

That is not okay.

She's 17.

I'm gonna grab a shower.

Then I'm gonna jump
straight into this thing.

I gotta go, but I'll kiss you,

forever and a day.

See ya.

It's a real rags-to-riches story

and investors,
they want in on this.

Well,
you've said that if the sec

approves
the initial public offering,

the company
is going to be valued

in the hundreds of millions
of dollars.

How will Regan
generate earnings?

Well, there's an app for that.

Regan has
what I think is a genius--

good morning, everyone.

My name is Mike Regan.
I own this company.

Now, I know you're all here

to listen to me talk about this
brilliant app we've invented.

But, right now,

I want to talk about flying.

Frank, you took your first
solo flight at 16,

single-engine ticket at 17,
am I right?

Alan,
certified at multi's at 22,

and jets at 28.

And then we have lizzy here,

the first female g550 driver.

We love to fly,
it's the freedom of it all.

It changes you.

You're not fixed on the ground
like some rock.

You're as free
as you'll ever be.

But it's expensive, isn't it?

I'm gonna take this business
and blow it up

and invent a new one.

Let me show you the future.

Private aviation.

What if it could be made
even more efficient?

What if your investment
could be put to work for you?

What if there was a way
to make your jet work for you?

Now, there is.

Introducing the Omni jet
mobile app from Regan aviation.

Omni tracks over 15,000 private
and corporate jet aircraft

in real time,
and matches your needs

with available aircraft
every second of ev-day--

fuck.

Joan?

I'll just be a moment.

Best laid plans.

It's too early in the morning
for cocktails, I think.

So, not the start
i was hoping for.

--Andy!

I know,
I'm working it at this end.

Grab the temp guy.

I need you.

I'm sorry
it's taking so long, Mr. Regan.

Technology, eh?

Yeah.

There you go, you're back up.

Well, now, that was fun.

Good, very good.

Very, very, very good.

Now, let's talk about Omni.

How do you think it went?

Home run...

Despite the glitch.

I hope so, Joan.

We need this.

Need it?

Need it.

Grab Sully, will you?

We need to go over the ipo.

Yeah.

All right, Dave,
thank you.

Good night,
good work, travel safe.

Goodnight, Mike.

Hey.
-Sorry. I'm sorry, Mr. Regan.

Hey, you're the I.T. Guy, right?

-Yeah, that's right, ed Porter.
-Yeah, Mike Regan.

You really saved my ass
in there today, thanks.

Yeah, yeah.
-You're new?

Yeah, just a temp.

Okay, well,
we'll try and fix that.

- Okay? See you tomorrow.
- Thanks.

Hey, listen,
can I ask you something?

Are you doing anything
over the weekend?

No, I'm pretty free.

Good, maybe you can
come over to our house,

have a look at our Internet?

My daughter's
complaining about it.

-Would that be okay?
-Not a problem.

Okay, Joan'll give you
the address tomorrow.

Good night...

- Ed.

Ed, goodnight, good man.

- Hello?
- Err, ed Porter, ma'am.

I'm sorry, who?

Err... ed Porter,
I'm the I.T. Guy.

Oh, yeah, come on-
come in, come in.

Sorry, sweetie, come on up.

Wow, she's beautiful.

Hey, climb in.

Sit yourself down.

New car smell.

I feel like a kid
with a new toy.

I can't stop playing with it.

Check out this nav system.

--You see that?

It's like a bloody gulfstream.

Yeah, not bad.

Not bad?
What are you saying?

I mean, it's great,
it's top of the line...

For civilian stuff.

So you got something
better then?

Oh, yeah.
I've got something way better.

You know, but it's--
it's third party.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Should we be doing this?

Eh...

No.

Come on, Mike,
you're a pilot, this is DC.

You know the military spec
stuff that's out there.

Huh.

I mean, this talks to you,
like the civilian stuff.

Tells you which turns to take,
all that.

But it's a mil-spec network.
Usg satellite coverage.

You know, faster real time,
never glitches.

You'll love it.

All right, well,
just don't void the warranty.

System upgraded.

Yeah, buddy.
-Nice one.

All right.

Yeah. You're welcome.

I've gotta say, Mike, you've
got a lot of old stuff here

for a new-build, seriously.

Where the hell were you
when my tech team

was building the app?

I was working for someone else.

Say, can I get
your Wi-Fi password?

It's just reganhome1.

- One word?
- Yeah.

Who were you working for?

The government.

Really?

Is that where
you learned your stuff?

Mostly. I was recruited
straight out of college.

No shit. To do what?

-Oh, signals, intel stuff.
-Really?

What do you mean?

I'm not really
supposed to talk about it.

Got it.

Hey, you know that
the smart panels in your home

have got built-in cameras,
right?

Yeah, I had 'em disabled.

I like my privacy.

Privacy's over, Mike.

It's a whole new world now.

Well, I'll hold onto it
for as long as I can.

All right, good luck with that.

What do you mean?

Privacy isn't a right,
it's a privilege.

You're not serious?

The U.S. constitution contains
no expressed right to privacy.

Really?

First amendment,
privacy of the home,

third amendment,
privacy of the person,

fourth and fifth, privilege
against self-incrimination,

but nowhere does it say,

"you have the inalienable
right to privacy."

Well, I'm talking about
all this Internet stuff.

I mean, all this crap
where I can't take a shit

without someone's opinion,
you know?

You know, what I mean is,

I don't think it's making
anyone's life better.

Well, I guess it just depends on

what your life was
to begin with, you know?

I'll be back in a jiffy.

I just gotta get something
from my car.

Well, that's just about
everything.

It all should be running much
faster and smoother by now.

Good, really appreciate it, ed.

You know rose.

This is our daughter, Kaitlyn.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Honey, this is ed,
our new it guy.

-Nice to meet you, ed.
-Nice to meet you, too, rose.

Come, relax, join us.

Well, I should probably
get going, my girlfriend--

ah, come on, let's have a drink.

Just one. There you go.
Kaitlyn, watch the steaks.

Come on, good man.

Enjoy.

You have a beautiful home, Mike.

Beautiful payments, too.

Tell me something,

did you really learn all
your stuff from the government?

-I was with the NSA.
-No shit?

- The NSA?
- Yeah.

Hang on, picture of me here
in kandahar.

Would you look at that.

Why'd you leave?

Oh, you see things, and...

I don't like talking about it.

It's crazy, what they do.

Ed, that presentation you came
in and saved the other day?

Your Omni app?

-Yeah, I signed the nda.
-Yeah, I know, I know.

Well, when that thing goes,
I'm gonna need guys like you.

And there's great opportunities
to be had, I promise you.

So...

Stick around, ed.

I hear you, I will.

Channel 5 weather center
just to update you

on the line
of severe thunderstorms

that extends from up
near sherman to about denton,

then down to the north and west.

You're in a precarious
situation, Mike.

You're overextended.

I know.

You need capital
to finance the Omni project,

which is what
your investors are for.

Securitized loans.

Now, if the sec approve them,
you launch your ipo.

If they don't,
you have to liquidate,

and your fleet goes to auction
for pennies on the dollar.

What does your gut say?

The sec sent me
a preliminary report.

I think we're on firm ground,
it's just...

They'll issue the final decision
very soon.

So we're good then?

Unless something new
comes to light, yeah.

It won't, will it, Mike?

No.

That's everything.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Mr. Regan.

Can you put this
on my desk, please?

Thank you.
Good morning.

- Good morning, Mr. Regan.
- I'm coming.

I'll do that right away.
Yeah, I'll see you at three.

Andy,
good morning to you.

Hey, Mike.

It's all good?
-We're good.

Hot-shot here defragged it.

Your boy ed knows his stuff.

Glad to hear it. Good man, ed.

Thank you.

Come on, Andy, smile.

Come on now, there you go, Andy.

Yeah, really.

Yeah.

Let me show you this.

All right, let's see
what you're looking at here.

Are you trying
to get me drunk?

Yes. Yes, I am.
How did you know?

Yep. I got it.

Evening, Mike.

Ed?

What are you doing here, ed?

Err, Kaitlyn,
she-- she texted me.

Well, if she did, she...

She made a mistake.

This is family friends.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry, um...
Take the wine, it's from Spain.

No thanks.

I should probably--
i should probably get going.

Have a good night.

-Who was it?
-Nobody.

Kate, you can't
invite people to dinner

without asking me
or your mother first.

Are we clear?

Invite who?
I didn't invite anybody.

Is everybody okay for drinks?

- Are we okay?
- Yeah.

Come on, Kaitlyn, Katie!

Hey.
-Katie!

-You gotta be kidding me.
-Do not make a scene.

Wow,
they're playing great, huh?

Right?

What are you doing here, ed?

Oh, Kaitlyn asked me online.

Yeah.

What, you two are
talking together online?

Yeah, yeah. She just said,
"come see my team play."

Here I am.

Yeah!

You're getting very
good at this, sweetheart.

You really are, honey.
-Kaitlyn: Thank you.

Hey, you guys did great
out there.

Ed!

Hey.

Are you hungry?
-Yeah, I'm starving.

Good, let's go
get something to eat.

- Sounds great.

Ed, this is a kind
of family thing.

You know what I mean? Sunday,
dinner, that kind of thing.

Oh, sure.

Hey, and thanks
for stopping by.

See you at work.
Bye, rose.

- Kaitlyn.
- Bye.

Enjoy your dinner!

I don't know why
you had to be so mean to him.

-I am not being mean to him.
-He could've come.

I'm just setting boundaries,
that's all.

He works for me,
he's not family.

Okay, well, I think he's nice.

Yeah,
and he's a lot older than you.

-He's 28, he told me.
-And you're 17.

- Hey.
- Hey.

-Something wrong?
-No, nothing.

I got the mammogram today,
you know I hate them.

I do.

But it's always fine
and you're always fine.

I know.

I love you.

And I love you.

Dare you to do it.

Oh, my god,
maybe I guess.

Hey, what are you doing
this weekend?

Well what do you think?

I thought we were going
to that party.

That's what I want to do.

I don't want to sit around,
i want to go out.

Hey!

Kaitlyn!

Ed?

Hey.

Come on, jump in,
I'll give you a ride home.

Hey, how do you--
where did you--

she's fine,
I'm giving her a ride.

Sure, why not?

Text me later.

Bye.

Bye, later, friend-o.

So, was that guy your boyfriend?

Sort of.

Uh huh.

He seems
a little immature for you.

We grew up together, so...

We're mostly just friends.

So you haven't had sex yet?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Your dad'd kill me.

Major stock
market indexes are higher today.

Investors are focusing
on companies that beat...

Oh, boy-o.

...their earnings estimates.

The lunberg 991
Washington DC index

is up one percent, a good--

ah, you little shit!

He's out back, go talk to him.

Dad, ed got me the new phone.

Yeah, I get 'em
for practically nothing, i--

- dude, let's have a chat.
- Something, something wrong?

You can't give
my daughter a phone.

Dad!

You can't give her a ride,
either.

Dad, that's so-
-Mike: Just be quiet.

- He's being nice!
- She asked me to.

Why do you
take his side?

I don't care! Okay?

What is the problem?
He's trying to be nice!

-It's just a phone.
-No, it's not.

I mean, why are we even
having this conversation?

I don't know,
i didn't do anything wrong.

Ed, boy-o,
this isn't working for me.

Mike, we're friends.

No, no, no.
You work for me, okay?

Actually, you know,
you don't anymore.

You're out of here, all right?
Tomorrow, clear your desk out.

Mike.

- Good luck, ed!
- Mike!

Kaitlyn!
Let's have a talk here.

You are unbelievable!

Every time I make a fucking
friend, you ruin it!

- Don't swear at me!
- I hate living here!

You said ten o'clock, right?

It's the sec, Mike.

Relax, we're in good shape.

Yeah, yeah.

Omni?

I'm Linda Martinez,
sec fraud division.

-What?
-We have an issue.

As you are
no doubt aware, Mr. Regan,

under section 4 of the sec
compliance regulations,

any attempt to lobby,
coerce, or collaborate

with any member
of the compliance committee

will trigger an investigation
and a subsequent delay

to any initial public offering.

Well, clearly it wouldn't be in
my client's best interest to--

we have received
evidence of such collaboration.

We've also received evidence of
electronic document tampering.

Look, um...

I'm prepared to resubmit
the documents

in question here and now.

We have therefore
no other choice

than to delay or suspend
your application

for an initial public offering.

Delay?

By what, a couple of weeks?

- Or months.
- Months!

Are you fucking kidding me?

We'll be in touch. Good day.

Someone's fucking with us.

Oh, my god, my god!

I don't know.

That play was just
beyond me, I'm sorry, i--

you hated every minute of it.

Sorry,
i want my two hours back.

-You were asleep.
-Yeah.

All right, what's wrong?

- Mike.
- I...

Nothing.

- It's fine.
- What?

-We had to fire that guy.
-What guy?

Ed Porter, the I.T. Guy.

The one that came around
to the house?

Mm-hm.

Good, he was a creep.

Well, don't worry.

He's long gone.

No, what else?
There's something else.

I'm under pressure with the sec.

We all thought
it was going fine,

and it's really just
going down the shitter.

-Is it gonna be okay?
-I...

I don't know.

I don't know.

- Mike.
Wha--

Mike.

Wake up. I think there's
someone in the house.

Door opening.

Stay there.

Mike?

Mike!

Come on,
you piece of fucking shit!

Fuck!

- Fuck!

Turn off!

System set.

What was that?

It's fine,
everything's fine.

No, everything's not fine!
What the fuck was that?

Everything's fine, okay?

Back to bed, everyone,
don't worry.

Kaitlyn, I'm sorry about
that craziness last night.

- You must be tired.

Morning.

Mike, I've got bad news.
We've been hacked.

It looks bad.

We have software glitches
across every single aircraft.

What the f--

I don't know what to tell
you, Mike. He got in somehow.

I already called the police.

Our sales reps
are on the phones now,

calling them one at a time

and telling them
to ignore the email.

That's fucking great.

It's costing us upward
of $1.2 million a day.

What about the emails,
screwing with our clients?

They were definitely
generated from our servers.

They all have our ip address.

Clients think they came from us.

Can we shut him down?

-Who?
-Porter, the guy we fired.

I don't know.
-Who else could do this?

Yeah, but he had access,

so he probably put a bunch
of back doors on the server.

-That's what I'd do.
-Look...

Look, just change everything,
the pass codes, the words.

Do what you guys do.
Secure this place.

-Get it done, please!
-Okay, Mike. Let's go, guys.

All right, quiet, everybody!

Come on, kids.
Stay together.

Make sure
you've got everything!

Bye-bye, honey.

You've
reached Dr. Francis klein.

If this is an emergency,
hang up and call 9-1-1.

Otherwise please leave
a message after the tone.

Hi, this is rose Regan,
I'm a patient of Dr. klein's.

Can, um...

Can you have him call me
as soon as possible, please?

It's, um... it's about
an email he just sent me.

Thank you.

Would you turn that off, please?

Listen,

I'd like everyone to stay
off their smart phones

and their computers for
as much as possible, okay?

-I have a paper to write.
-So write it.

Fine.

Everyone in this fucking house
is crazy.

Doctor klein?

Yeah, gimme a second.

Yeah, I wanted to talk to you
about the email you sent.

The pathology report?

Yes, that I tested positive
for breast cancer.

You do that? You send that
in an email, really?

No, I have your pathology report

right here in front of me.
It's negative.

I was just gonna call you
about it, rose.

Negative, are you sure?

Yes. Negative. Please don't
worry, you're perfectly fine.

No, thank you.
Thank you, doctor.

I don't know who emailed you
what, but everything looks fine.

Rusty, you okay?

No, I'm not.

I got an email today
about the mammogram

and it said that I tested
positive for breast cancer.

Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

No, I'm fine,
i spoke to the doctor.

-He said-
-Mike: Are you okay?

I'm okay. He said that I'm fine.

-Are you sure?
-He's scaring me, Mike.

It had to be him.

Mike?

Fucker.
I'll tear him to pieces, rose.

I swear to god,
I'll fucking tear him to pieces.

Stay away from me and family,
you got it?

You shouldn't fuck over
your friends, Mike.

You fucking psycho.
I'm not your friend.

I didn't touch your family...

Yet.

You try that,
i will fucking kill you.

You understand me?

Fuck you, Regan.

I spent my whole life
dealing with bullies like you.

--Yeah.

"Oh, he's got fucking special
skills! Let's fucking use him!"

You fucking used me, Mike.

I wonder if your clients know
what a two-faced,

fucking piece of shit you are.

Tough guy, huh? Huh?

We'll see how tough you are

when your fucking planes
start falling out of the sky.

Mike, I've got
your whole operation

strung up like a mine field.

-Bullshit.
-You wanna find out?

You stay the fuck away
from my family, you hear me?

Stay the fuck away
from my family!

Hey, I got that video.

I'm sorry.

I'm here, Kaitlyn,
my darling girl, I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry, child.

Listen, I tried to warn you,
i did.

The pictures you take,
the things that you record,

they can be used to hurt you.

Do you understand? Do you
understand what I'm saying?

Dad, I didn't--
i didn't take any pictures.

I took a shower!

Okay, I didn't do any of this!

That fucking creep you let
in the house, he did this!

All right, all right,
Kaitlyn, that's enough.

No, dad, this isn't my fault!
This is your fault!

Just... no, go away!

Kaitlyn--
-rose: Honey, honey?

Great!
Great job, Mike.

Don't start.

- Don't start?
- Take her home!

Where are you going?

Mike!

Let me guess,
you're on your way?

I'm gonna kill you, Porter.

I am gonna fucking kill you!

Oh, bad move!

Recorded death threat, Michael.

You fucking phoned me!

Hey, Mike, you know
what I learned at the NSA?

Everybody is a liar.

The polished man
with the successful business

and the perfect family.

Beautiful wife, beautiful house,
gorgeous daughter.

It's all a fucking lie.

Let's chat about
darling little Kaitlyn.

Mm, Kaitlyn, Mike.

Do you think
she's still a virgin?

Because, Mike, I have my doubts.

Right, daddy?

You little fucker.

Don't you fucking
go near my daughter!

Oh, they grow up so fast.

You fucker!
-Don't they, Michael?

Oh, Mike, c'mon.
I gave her a life lesson.

You're a dead man,
it's as simple as that.

You're a fucking dead man!

I'm a dead man?

Mike, I just don't think you
have it in you to kill anybody.

You just don't have that...

That le-- that level of control.

Come on, you little fucker!

I'll fucking kill you!

You're not the master
of the universe, Mike.

You're a dead man, Porter!

So, you told the officer
the car went out of control.

He tried to kill me!

What are you gonna do?

Okay, look. The thing is,

one of my detectives
was at your company,

took a bunch of statements.

Your I.T. Guys
were all very eager

to mention Mr. Porter by name.

Yeah, well they worked with him.
I mean, no one liked him.

And there's this
sec investigation

going on with your company.

I'd say you've got a lot
on your plate, Mr. Regan.

Yeah, meaning?

I'd hate for you to go
blaming this poor schmuck

for all your problems.

Oh, so I'm the bad guy now,
is that what you're saying?

- No, I didn't say that.
- He tried to kill me!

You have any evidence

that he's actually done
any of these things,

Mr. Regan?

Are you all right?
-No.

You?

What did the cops say?

Are they gonna do anything?

Mike?

Nothing.

I am so sorry.

I love you, Mike.

You're the love
of my fucking life,

but I don't want to hear that.

I don't want to hear sorries.

You brought that man
into our house,

into our home.

I want you to sort it out.

Yeah.

Fix it.

All right?

Yeah.

Okay?

Fix it.

-I will.
-Promise?

I promise, come here.

Hello?

May I speak
to Peter buck, please?

Yeah, this is--
this is Peter buck.

Peter, this is Mike Regan.

Mike, hey.

Listen, I am sorry
to call you so late.

What can I do for you, Mike?

Peter, I need a favor.

Okay. I'm listening.

It's not just
online fraud stuff, I get it.

You gotta dig deep and
take care of the problem

at its source.

You need someone
who can do what he does.

You're being attacked.

You have to look at the true
point of view of an attack.

You've got so many
multiple weak spots.

You know, we're not
screwing around here, Mike.

You need to shut this guy down.

Mike, with a guy like this,

you can't just get rid of him,
you know?

He's gonna have left time-bombs,
trip-wire emails,

the whole lot.

You gotta clean it up.

You can't just, you know,
disappear this guy.

We have guys, you know,
we have cleaners.

You know,
that's what we call them.

State department, CIA,
has different names for them,

but we call them cleaners.

Yeah, there's a--
there's a guy we use

at the state department.

He's sort of off-program.

He might, err...
Might be what you need.

Peter bu--
i am Henrik.

May I have your cell phone
please, Mr. Regan?

Thank you.

Your phone will function
normally in 24 hours.

Shall we get moving?

To your right.

What's gonna happen, mom?

I don't know.

What are you doing?

I don't want him
to see my face.

I'm back!

This is my new friend.

It's okay, it's okay.

He doesn't want Porter
to see his face.

Very nice to meet you.

Yeah, thank you.

Nice to meet you.

Hi.

May I?
-Go ahead.

Very beautiful prison and...

Broadcast facility
you've built here.

- All the house like this?
- Uh huh.

- Smart everywhere?
- Yeah.

All the rooms?

Yeah.

How do we start?

We make the house dumb.

Okay, Mr. Regan,

the first thing we do is
sterilize you and your family.

We need to do all we can
to scrub you from the web,

reduce your footprint
to make you a smaller target.

Miss Regan, I need everything,
it must be absolute.

We start with the house.

We need to make our enemy
deaf, dumb and blind.

Done.

I need you to be
completely honest with me

or this doesn't work.

I'm not here to judge,
Mr. Regan,

I'm here to fix your problem.

So, if you've touched a computer
in the last five years...

...i need to know when, where,
and why.

This might take a while.

This fucking house.

It means nothing to me.

So why did you build it?

I don't know.

The only two things I care about
are sleeping in the other room.

Everything else...

Is just bullshit.

What?

His name is not ed Porter.

He was born Richard Edward
Portman, hawthorne, California.

January 12, 1983.

Parents divorced, 1986.

He lives with his mum,
moves a lot.

His father commits suicide,
1989.

He spent his teenage years
in protective custody.

His mother
was abusive towards him.

How predictable.

It would explain his obsession
with you and your family.

His medical records includes
a wide range of pharmaceuticals:

Lumictil, Zoloft, Neurontin--

so-- so what are we
dealing with here?

A sociopath, a psychopath?

He has serious
mental health issues.

Broad spectrum.

Okay, here we go.

Ah, as I suspected.

He never worked for NSA.

Wait a second, he-- he showed me
a photograph of himself

with these soldiers in kandahar.

This one?
-That's the one.

Not for real.

Not a team guy.

Hired by some NSA subcontractor,
2009.

Fired for "misuse
of proprietary technology."

Okay, what does that mean?

Apparently spied on female
co-workers and ex-girlfriends.

Jesus.

Works as an independent it tech.

Seven, eight companies.

No job lasts more than
a couple of months.

Then hired by you.

Lucky you.

Look, he's really quite sick,

but he's also a bad man,
Mr. Regan.

Nice firewall, Mr. Porter.

Not so clever, not so clever.

What is it?

Nothing on his drive.

So?

Hackers don't trust the cloud.

They operate

from peripherals, thumb drives,

air-gapped laptops.

Portable items.

-Very good news.
-Why?

We hire someone to break in
and take them.

Good news, you have
them in your possession,

for evidence or to destroy.

I'll do it.

Excuse me?

I'll do the break-in.

I need everything
he's got on me.

You're a connected man,
Mr. Regan, we hire someone.

I'm sick and tired of
hiring people to fix my life.

That's how I got into this mess.

I'll do this myself, no debate.

Very well.

How do we get him out of there?

Good question.

She could get him out of there.

Excuse me,
what time do you close tonight?

We close at 11:00.

I'm so sorry.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, sorry.

Okay. That's okay.

What time?
-Um, 11:00.

Eleven o'clock,
thank you very much.

Okay, now we control
her dating app.

- He bought it.

When you enter,
you will trigger his alarm.

I can silence it,
but it will send him a signal.

I can delay it
as long as practical.

For this part, we go low tech.

Good luck.

Wait for my signal,
and remember, Mr. Regan,

be careful.

Go.

In three,

two,

one...

--Oh, shit.

Wait!

We're good. Continue.

He's here.

As quickly as you can,
Mr. Regan.

Let's go to work.
Place the camera.

Okay, how's this?

Okay, good.

Go to his desk.

I got here as fast
as I could.

Do not touch the computer.

Err...

How-- how are you? I'm not
actually, um, working right now.

Oh, that's okay, me neither.

Under his desk.

I got your message.

- Message?
- Yeah, yeah.

There's nothing.
There's nothing here.

They could be anywhere.
There's nothing here.

It will be in the room.

Look around you.

There's just some
fucking toy-type thing.

He doesn't have toys.

- That's it.
- What? It's a fucking toy.

Pull it apart.

-Take it apart, Mike.
- Ah, damn it! Come on.

We have to move quickly,
Mr. Regan.

Hey, where's my phone?

Where is it?
Where is my phone?

I got it.

Okay, that's one.

Seriously, I can't find it.

That's two.

Wait, did you take my phone?

No, I didn't take your phone.

Someone's been playing games.

Oh, shit.

You must hurry.

Just leave it, abort.

Sixty seconds.

Damn it, come on!

We burn. He's on the move.

Abort!

- I got them all.
- Grab what you can.

He's moving.

Now or never.

-Forty seconds.
-I'm almost there.

-That's it, I got them all.
-Five seconds.

Get out now!

- He has a gun.
- What? Where is he?

Okay, wait.

Can you confirm
you're going to the--

in the building.

We got an officer down inside,

division eight, battalion one,
on a shooting--

14300 east Alameda Avenue.

I see him.

Do exactly as I say.

I'll tell you when to move.

Step into the hall.

Wait.

Go.

Your left.

The fire escape, next floor up.
Go!

Hey!

You motherfucker!

I got them, I got them.

Okay, let's go!
Come on.

Freeze, on your knees!

Don't move!
Put the gun down, now!

- I have a permit!
- Drop the fucking weapon!

- I have a permit.
- Put it down!

Oh, shit.

Look, officers, my permit's
in order, I just-- I need it.

There's this guy--

what guy?

This guy,
i used to work for him...

- He's been stalking me.
- You can't shoot him.

I won't.

You got a problem,
then you come to us.

Okay.

All right?
-All right.

What do you need a gun for?

You come to us,
and we'll sort it out.

Edward?

I just-- I just need it.

You know,
I've been fucking scared.

I just don't know
where else to turn.

You come to us
and we'll sort it out.

Yeah.

Now I'm gonna
give you this gun, tonight,

-at the station.
-Okay.

After you calm down.

Thank you.

9-1-1,
where is your emergency?

9-1-1, what is your emergency?

Hello, operator?

Sir.
- Hello

my name is Edward Porter.

I'd like to report a--
yes, I've been attacked.

Tell me
what's wrong with you, okay?

It's, it's a, what do you
call it, it's a home invasion.

All right,
I need you to stay calm, okay?

I don't know if he's still here.

I'm hurt pretty bad,
can you please come?

422 147th street.

I have--
-ed: Please come, please!

I have someone coming to you.

Good luck, Mr. Regan,

with the rest of it.

Thanks.

It's all there.

All his programs.

All the information
he gathered on me.

Everything he used
to try and wreck my life.

It's all there, everything.

Have your lab look at it.

How did you get these?

Jim,

can I see you for a minute?

What's up?

Nah, I just need to see you
for a minute.

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

I'll be back, Mr. Regan.

What, Mike Regan over there?

Are you kidding? Huh?

What are we gonna do about it?

Well, I mean, evidence is...

All right. You gonna do it?

All right.

Stand up, please.

Michael Regan,
you are under arrest

for burglary
and aggravated assault.

You have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say
may be used against you.

You have the right
to have any attorney present

when being questioned.

If you can't afford an attorney,
one will be appointed to you

by the court of law
of the city of Baltimore.

Do you understand
and hear these rights?

That's him, right there!
Right there, that's him!

- Keep walking.
- You motherfucker!

- Hey, hey!
- I see you, Porter!

Don't let him go,
don't let him fucking walk!

Come on, take him out of here!

Hey, Porter!
You shit bag, Porter!

You fucking motherfucker,
that's him!

- Take it easy.
- I'll fuckin' kill ya!

He's, um...
Dad's in jail, right?

Hey, hey.

- Dad's gonna be okay.

Honey,
he didn't do anything wrong.

- Sir.
- Can I help you?

I was wondering if,

um, I could perhaps
have my thumb drives back?

They're evidence.

You can have them back
when our lab says so.

I also had
a legally held firearm.

That you can have.

See the desk sergeant
on the way out.

Good night.

Thank you, sir. Goodnight.

You're the I.T. Guy, right?

Yeah,
that's right, ed Porter.

Mike Regan, you really
saved my ass in there today,

thanks.

This is my daughter,
Kaitlyn, you know rose.

Stick around.

You fucking psycho,
I am not your friend.

Listen to me,
I will fucking kill you!

Rose?

Who's there?

Who's there?

Nobody.

Drop the knife, Mike.

They look perfect,
don't they? Hm?

-Tough guy?
-Oh!

Come on, sit up straight.

Sit up straight.

Sit up straight!

Ed.

So, here we are,
all together now.

Let's play happy families,
let's sing a song.

Then maybe
i kill everyone in the room.

Rose, shoulders back.

Come on, rose.

Is this what you want?

Is this what you want,
is that what you want?

I'm not scared of you
any more, Mike.

I don't like you
any more, Mike.

Mike, Mike.

Mike!

Mike.

Mike!

Mike!

Please.

Don't.

Mike?

Mike!

Mike, please, don't.

For god's sake!

Don't kill him!

Please, don't kill him!

Honey, please.