All language subtitles for Jake 2.0 - 1x05 - The Good The Bad and The Geeky.en

I know it's an important meeting.

I'm wearing a tie. But my car

was on fire.

Yes, fire.

Flames of fire shooting
out of the hood.

And the auto club's taking their
sweet time getting here.

What? What

I-I can't hear... hello?

Hello? Okay, there.

Can you hear me now? Good.

Maybe if I stand here long enough,

we can have a full conversation.

No, I don't think it's
my crappy carrier,

I think it's my cheap, crappy phone.

Just-just... just tell Lou

that I'll be there as soon as
they tow my car, okay?

All right, thank you. Diane,
thank you. You're the best.

Wow. Nice car.

Uh... yeah.

Yeah. It's a 355 spider.

You like cars?

I like this car.

What's not to like? It's a beauty.

Eight cylinder, six-speed engine.

Smooth grain leather.
You know these things are

assembled entirely by hand.

You're right.

What's not to like?

All right, call for a tow?

Just a, uh... Yeah. Right here.

Right. Where you want me
to haul this steaming pile,

garage or straight to the junkyard?

Garage would be fine. Thanks.

Sorry. My car broke...

broke down.

Hope you brought cash, Romeo.

Your membership's expired.

What?

Man...

What's going on?

Uh... someone's just
hacked into our accounts.

What? What are you talking about?

We're being robbed.

They've got a million.

How? Th-this is a restricted system.

- Million and a half.
- Stop them.

I can't.

The United States Federal Reserve:

$300 billion.

A big marble building
to keep track of it:

$10 million

Stealing $2 Million from the Man:

Priceless

That's me. Jake Foley,

I'm in Tech Support.
Security Clearance:

Low.

Very low.

Then one day, it all changed.

Life just got real interesting.

James Bond, Napoleon Solo,
Steve Austin.

You never saw any of those
guys count pennies for a tow.

Okay, you can't compare
yourself to Steve Austin.

He was a man barely alive.
They had to rebuild him.

Laugh it up. My auto repair estimates

come in as bad as I think
they are, I'm gonna be

the world's first
ride-sharing superspy.

Okay, (A) ride sharing? Hello?

It's an idea whose time has come.

And (B) eventually they're
gonna give you a company car.

- What? Really? When?
- Oh, yeah,

in a couple years.

Oh, great. Well, maybe
by then, Human Resources

will have processed my R-12 form,
and I'll start getting paid.

You know, I made more when I was
de-fragging hard drives around here

than I do fighting Uncle Sam's
enemies. And you know why?

Two words: Overtime.

Yeah, uh, Uncle Sam's enemies

don't punch a clock. Come on.

This M.O. matches a cyber-criminal gang

- we've been tracking.
- Ooh, guys.

Our intel on them is limited.
They're pretty clever.

This isn't the Bedford Falls
Savings & Loan.

This is the Federal Reserve
Bank of the United States.

The people of this country depend on us

to keep their tax dollars
safe from criminals,

even the very clever ones.

We have our best people
on this. We'll get a lead.

We already have one. Look.

This crest is from
Ironhawk Knight Quest.

Could be a fifth-level mage.
Not really sure about the...

Ironhawk Knight Quest?

It's an online role-playing game.

Okay, thousands of people
can play at the same time.

I'd put money on it

you spend enough time poking
around in that environment,

you're eventually gonna find this guy.

Oh, you're throwing
fireballs at me now,

is that how it's gonna be?
Well, bring it on, little man.

Is he still playing that on-line game?

He cut off my leg!

18 hours and counting.
This better be the guy.

Please tell me we're close.

We are. We're running a reverse
IP lookup on that wizard,

but the player is re-routing his signal
through offshore data havens.

We just have to keep
him online a little longer.

Not longer, you're killing me.
I haven't slept,

I haven't showered,
and I have one leg.

Why don't you just use
that dagger thing?

You, go away. Now. Now.

We've got him.

Oh. Thank god.

Ow.

Five, four,

three, two,

one.

Get away from the desk, Dumont!

Hands where I can see
them now. Come on!

I saw you on my security cameras.

Your cover formation is sloppy.

Your men have the weaver
stance all wrong.

I deserve better for my tax dollars.

Jake...

- he's erasing the hard drive.
- What?

Don't even try. It's over.

How'd he do that?

That's your tax dollars at work.

You get what you pay for.

Get him out of here.

I want my lawyer

Uh-oh.

What's wrong?

Well, it's asking for a password.

Can't you just do your thing?

No, I can't just do my thing

'cause the password's
not in the computer,

it's in his head.

You know what I love about passwords?

It can take years to figure them out.

You named your cell phone "Fionavar,"

your mp-3 player "Earthsea,"

your PDA "Gondor."

All your passwords are kings
in those fantasy novels.

Foley, you're embarrassing yourself.

Oh, now when I saw your hard
drive was named "gormenghast,"

now that really narrowed things down.

'Cause it could've Titus groan,

or it could've been his
dad lord sepulchrave...

It takes more than an underpaid
tech grub to crack me.

Well, then I-I pictured you

at your computer with
your little black chair

and sunglasses.

And I realized that

your password could only be

the Death Owl.

You're bluffing.

Well, thanks, Death Owl,

'cause this underpaid
tech grub just got you

to hand over your password.

Foley...

you're talented,

but when you wake up tomorrow
you're still gonna be the same

government droid sellout.

- You're still gonna be in that cell.
- Don't bet on it.

You know the difference between
you and me? I've lived.

I've been to every continent,
and I've eaten every food,

and I've had hotter sex
than you'll ever know...

and when I get out
with the sole mission

to personally frag your ass
for depriving me of that,

you're still gonna be the same
thrift-store- clothes-wearing,

six-dollar-haircut loser
I see before me.

Here's what Jake found
in Dumont's computer.

There are four other hackers in the ring.
They don't use their real names.

The two virus engineers
call themselves Clu and Bit.

Telco specialist is Yori.

And the one with the online
handle "MacP" plans the jobs.

He wants the others to meet
him in Berlin in two days.

They're willing to risk
a meeting this soon

after robbing the Federal Reserve?

- What is he planning?
- Well, I suggest to place

someone undercover in
Dumont's place and find out.

- They've never seen him?
- No, they never met in person.

They're so paranoid,
they haven't exchanged photos.

It's all e-mails, IRC chats,
numbered Cayman accounts.

What do we know about this Dumont?

Got a Ph.D. at 15.

Recruited to write
software for Banatech.

Six months in, he quits.

Dumont accussed Banatch
of stealing his ideas.

He's been underground ever since.

All right, make a list.
Who's available,

who's qualified, who fits the profile.

Ah, if ever an assignment
screamed Agent Foley...

- I don't think so, Jake.
- Oh, why not?

I found Dumont, I cracked
his hard drive. I can do this.

No, Jake, we're talking
about going overseas

and infiltrating a criminal gang.

Agents train for years
to do this type of duty.

Yeah, but these aren't drug dealers.
They're not terrorists.

They're nerds. They're like...
they're like nerds gone wild.

These are my people.

Okay, what's your in?

I show up, wait for them to contact me.

- Now when they do?
- Get them talking.

- Wrong. - Don't you want me
to find out about the job?

Let the information come to you, Jake.

- Observe and gather.
- What if they're not buying it?

What if they start
asking me questions?

Well, you tell me.

- I walk away.
- You walk away.

Where's your primary safe house?

Lisberger apartments
number 98 Alexanderplatz

- Secondary.
- 221-B Backer Strasse.

Good.

Okay, passport...

wallet...

euro dollars.

- Wow, these are cool.
- Jake.

Right. I'm listening.

Your cell phone functions
as a streaming video transmitter.

Show us what they look like, okay?

- Where are you gonna keep it?
- Uh, my coat lining.

No, it's a cell phone.

Right. It's a phone.
Treat it like a phone.

Where'd you go to school?

Carnegie Mellon for undergrad,
cal tech for my masters,

Doctorate at MIT and did my
thesis on heuristic algorithms.

Too much information.

Never give them enough
to catch you in a lie.

Weapons.

I can't take any.

That's right.

You'll be alone and unarmed.

Jake, I think I've told you
everything I can.

From now on, your best defense,
your only defense...

is knowing Dumont inside out.

You have twelve hours to become him.

Hi, I'm Dumont.

Dumont

Yeah. That's good.

I'm Dumont.

Yeah, I ride bikes.

Different one every day. Today?

Well, today's the KTM-525 SX, Babe.

Yeah.

Like the wind.

Oh! Hey!

My car.

Wir mochten mit ihnen sprechen.
Commen sie mit

German intelligence.
You are under arrest.

Look, I told you,
my name is Kevin Flynn.

I don't know who this "Dumont" is.

Don't patronize us.

Dumont is your online handle.

We know you robbed
the American Federal Reserve.

And we know you're working
with at least four others,

attacking systems,
rerouting transfers,

appropriating millions.

And you will give us their names.

I swear I don't know
what you're talking about.

Every nation in the european union

has a jail cell ready for you.

If you don't cooperate, you may
find yourself in every one of them.

That's a nice watch.

We are not here to discuss watches.

We want names.

And we are quickly losing our patience.

The building seems kind of empty.

German Intelligence on some
kind of a holiday or something?

Wal... Walther PPK. I thought...

I thought James Bond was the only
guy who still used one of those.

Oh, you think you're smart?

Think you can outsmart the bullet?

That's a line from "Robocop".

What's going on here? You guys learn
everything you know from movies?

We're so busted!

Hey, way to ace
the loyalty test, Dumont.

I'm Bit, this is Clu.

Hey, who'd you believe more?

Oh,

clearly you're both evil geniuses.

Hey, this is 50,000 euros.

That's courtesy of McP.

The only caveat is:
spend it all by dawn.

Is this some silent zen torture?

I was just thinking.

Oh.

That would explain
the long silent patches.

You're a bright guy.

Are you bright enough to understand
that the only way out is to cut a deal?

What have I said or done to make
you think I would cut a deal?

Oh...

you're pitching a deal
'cause you're worried.

You sent little Jake
in my place, didn't you?

That's a bad poker face, Agent Duarte.

Qui tacet consentire videtur.

"He who is silent is
understood to agree."

You know, it's because
of people like you

that I love the Patriot Act.

I hope you kissed him good-bye.

Because even if he
manages to fool them,

which he won't for too long,

the temptation will be too much
for the little bag-biter to resist.

I know it was for me.

Yeah, right.

Oh, and Dumont -

besame el culo.

This place used to be headquarters

for east berlin communist youth.

Now you can't get a drink
here for less than 20 euros.

Wow. Ausgezeichnet.

Excellent. Carry on.

Enschuldigen sie bitte.

Uh, is this the end of the line?

Dude, what are you doing?

Right.

Come on.

We don't do lines.

Look who we brought.

Aha!

Family's complete.

Hey, about time.

How you doing, brother?
How was your flight, man

- Good.
- Good.

Finally, in the flesh.

Dumont?

Yori.

You're not what I expected.

- What'd you expect?
- Less.

- Come on!
- Come on!

Come on, man! Bring it on!

Come on, man! Another round.

You got the shots?
Put on some liederhosen!

Bring your sister. Bring your sister.

Temping was the worst.

Anything goes wrong, they blame you.

Dranzacom fired me

because they thought
I was stealing post-its.

Well, that and I wouldn't sleep

with the homunculus office manager.

Nothing's as bad as a render farm -

herding pixels 24 hours a day

for nothing.

I couldn't even afford a new futon.

I slept on a used one.

Hey, at least you had a bed.

Try sleeping on a flea-infested couch

while your less talented,

more politically savvy friends

are peddling IPOs.

Oh!

Yeah, okay, okay.
Uh, m-my first I.T. job,

I-I had these two bosses

that second-guessed
everything that I did.

And they give me a "promotion"

and take away my overtime.

I'm driving this old,
rusty piece of junk car,

I live above a 24-hour deli.

To this day, the smell of fried peppers

makes me homicidal.

That surprises me, Dumont.

I can't imagine you as an I.T.

Yeah, I'm trying to forget it.

Hey, here's to not spending
80 hours a week

putting away code in a cubicle,

never wearing a tie
and never being poor.

And to doing it on our own terms,
ladies and gentlemen!

Oh, yeah! Ow! That's right!

Cheers.

Oh-oh, yeah!

Oh!

This yours?

Vid phone.

Real-time data stream.

Cool!

Yeah!

Yeah! Woo!

Hi. Yeah!

What the hell is he doing?

I think it's the slip.

It's this dance...

more like a grind, actually.

It's very popular
in the mitte district.

Not helping. Right.

These are the players?

We assume. He didn't bother
to label the photos

or contact us three hours ago
like he was supposed to.

Let's see if we can photo-match
ID any of these guys.

Working on it.

Why is Jake in all of his photos?

I have no idea.

How much lead time does German
Intelligence need to mount a raid?

- Thirty minutes.
- Well, we can wait for Jake

to figure out what they're planning,

or we can go in there now and
nail them for the Federal reserve.

Alert the Germans.

We're getting him out of there.

Dude, your phone.

Thanks!

What?

You're beautiful.

This is it.

He's at the bar.

- He's here.
- Yeah.

You want me to do it or are you gonna?

Uh, well, you know, whatever.

- Okay, so you give him the 30.
- Got it.

The-the 30,000. Is that all?

That's what we talked about, right?
He's not going to jack you, is he?

- Better not.
- All right, here we go.

- It's all there?
- Yeah, it's all there.

Don't try to jack us.

What?

Don't you have something for me?

He took off from Heathrow
six minutes ago.

He took off from
Heathrow six minutes ago.

We're going to change the world, bro.

Yeah, that we are.

Hey, guys! Guys, we're on.

Dumont just got the word.

- Awesome!
- It's on? Now?

Hey, listen, I just...
I really have to...

I'm going to go.
I'll be just a minute.

Hey, what's going on?

- Why haven't I heard from you?
- All right, just listen.

He left Heathrow airport
six minutes ago.

Uh, well, no. Eight, I guess.

What are you talking about?

Uh, I don't know. I don't know.
Uh. It's a plane.

I think that there's
something big this time.

No, Jake, listen.
We're getting you out.

German Intelligence
is moving in ten minutes.

No, no, no, they can't.
This thing's already in motion.

Who are you?

I don't know what game you're playing,
Dumont, but I'm not interested.

What, what game?

We've been doing it online
for six months, okay?

I don't need you to tell
me I'm beautiful.

Save the compliments
for somebody who needs it.

Wait, wait.

We're not online anymore.

You're breaking all the rules.

No eye contact, no real names.

We're breaking the rules.

Guys...

we got work to do.

What's the target?

Get in.

Come on. Give us a hint.

Guess we're going down.

We're going way down.

What's that beeping?

I-I'm sorry. It's Jake.

What just happened?

All his numbers just disappeared.

What does that mean, he's dead?

I don't know. He's just gone.

German Intelligence
just raided the club.

There's no sign of the hackers.
No sign of Jake.

How is that possible?

They went out of satellite
range. I don't...

maybe they went underground.

Have them send us a subterranean grid

of all sewers and tunnels
in the vicinity.

Get me manifests of all
flights coming into Berlin.

Priority match anything that came out
of Heathrow in the last half hour.

Cool...

we are in the bat cave.

No, dude. We're in Hitler and
Eva Braun's love bunker.

We're inside a concealed lead-lined,

nuclear fallout shelter that
hasn't seen the light of day

since the Berlin wall came down.

This is really cool. You think we can
get back to the club and keep drinking?

What are we doing?
There must be 100 asbestos-free,

nicely-ventilated places
we could do this.

There is no place as safe
from satellite surveillance,

thermal imaging, and sonar
and radio interference.

So buckle your seat belts,
ladies and gentlemen.

Excuse me.

Boys and girls, may I present

three tons of supercomputing
magnificence.

A teraflop machine.

A multi-teraflop machine.
What is that -

like, 60 billion
calculations per second?

- Look at the size of that thing.
- I am in love.

Our target is Banatech.

My old stomping ground.

Nice. I've been wanting
to get back at those wipes

ever since they started charging
for their stupid upgrades.

- Buggy software.
- I temped there for a couple of weeks

trying to lift the code off the beta
version of their new browser.

- How'd you make out?
- I didn't.

They've got the firewall
of death. I don't care

how many teraflops we've got here.

You're right. It's impossible
to crack their firewall.

But not their executive jet.

Right now, all of Banatech's
top management are on it,

flying in from Heathrow
to a conference in Berlin.

When that jet enters German airspace,

we are going to crack its fly-by wire,

forcing it to circle and circle...

Losing fuel

until their top brass
transfer their fortunes

into our Cayman accounts.

We're talking "b" as in billions!

Catch me. I'm gonna faint.

Good.

So, guys... uh, we don't
have a lot of time.

Please, start your software.

Be careful.

Dumont,

can I have a word?

Where are my manifests?

We've got 22 printing now.

The Germans just sent us
the underground grids.

It's a mess: Miles and miles of
cold war bunkers and tunnels.

Tell 'em to start looking.

Here they are.

I got to say, man,

I doubted you.

You were right, man.
They bought everything.

They bought everything
like a bag of chips.

You got everything else locked down?

What else is there?

Cayman accounts?

You said we didn't need them.

And by the time this is done,

it's going to be pretty obvious
we didn't do this for the money.

We got all the money we need.

In your own words, "the only thing
we don't have is infamy."

You want to do the toast?

To crashing a plane.

To crashing a plane full of toads.

It's all you, Dumont.

You are a genius.

We're in the system. We're ready
to take that plane when you are.

Nice!

Agent Duarte,

Dumont says he knows
about the hackers' plans,

but he'll only talk to you.

Let's go.

You come in.

What I have to say
is for your ears only.

Open it.

You seem pretty tense.

How's it going?

Do you have something
to tell me or not?

Just this.

Tell me about the plane!

He asks for me again, you tase him.

Right.

Open it.

- Say the magic word.
- Give it to me! Give it to me!

Say it now!

He slipped.

Got the navigational beacon.

Dumont, crack the fly-by wire
whenever you're ready.

Just a sec.

- We've got a problem.
- Yes, we do.

Upper management of Banatech
is flying into Berlin as we speak.

The company Dumont hates.

What is that?

Someone's trying to send us a message

through one of our secure uplinks.

I think it's coming from Berlin.

It's Jake.

Get Berlin air traffic control.

Find that plane and land them, now!

Dumont, what are you doing?

Waiting for the ping to
come back from the 5-0-1.

We got that five minutes ago.

Look, it's right there.
Now, take the damn plane.

No.

Why not?

What's-what's going on?
Who's trying to upload a message?

Check your e-mail at home, guys.

This is Berlin control

requesting an immediate
emergency landing

Tower, this is charter November X-Ray

seven-four-two-zero-five.

This communication
is highly irregular.

I need a reason to initiate
an emergency landing.

Fly-by-wire's been bypassed.

Manual override's out.

We don't have control of the plane.

How do we get control of that plane?

Get a secure line
to Berlin Intelligence.

German air traffic control
should have a code

to override the fly-by-wire
and release that plane.

They're gonna crash...

in ten minutes.

Dude, how could you?

Because you're all being used.

You weren't brought here
to hold that plane hostage.

You were brought to crash it.

- What?
- He's lying.

Yeah, tell them about
the Cayman accounts.

There aren't any!

This isn't about money.
This is all about

Dumont getting back at Banatech.

Who you gonna believe?

Your friend who's made you millions

or this U.S. government wage slave?

Look, I've met Dumont.

You know he can make you
believe anything that he wants.

He's got you isolated.

His lackey's got a gun.
You really believe

he meant for you to
get out of this alive?

Okay, let's rethink this.

It's not worth it till we know
who's telling the truth.

Do you all feel that way?

Okay, then.

No, no!

I feel differently.

Ich bin Louise Beckett.

Ich muss mit ihren direktor sprechen.

You're pretty good, huh -

as a hacker and a social engineer.

Buy you'll never be a player.

You better pray.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is November X-Ray

Seven-Four-Two-Zero-Five.

We are unable to maintain
control of the equipment.

Ja, ich verstehe.

The hackers have locked the Germans
out of their own system.

They can't input the override code.

But Jake can.

Wir benotigen seinen code.

Wir benotigen seinen code.

It's gonna be okay.

Not for you, it's not.

What did you do to my computer?

We got it back.

We have control of the plane.

Pull up. Just pull up!

This is November X-Ray
Seven-Four-Two-Zero-Five

requesting immediate
landing clearance, please.

He did it.

Anything more you can tell us,
Agent Foley?

Yeah, I don't know.
Uh... excuse me.

I'm sorry about the way
things turned out.

You've got nothing to be sorry for.

Uh, my real name is Rachel.

Jake.

What?

Nothing. It's just funny, you know.
I just rode to work

with the world's first
ride-sharing superspy.

Yeah, well, I hear ride-sharing's
an idea whose time has come.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Huh. I'll see ya.
- Okay.

How was Berlin, Jake?

Miss me?