All language subtitles for Shadow.Conspiracy.1997.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Woman ]
Mr. Pochenko,
go ahead, please.

- Bobby, I must
see you right away.
- Hey, Professor. What's up ?

Don't tell me your study group
of conspiracy nuts finally
figured out who killed J.F.K.

Bobby, you were never so
disrespectful when you were
my student.

I must see you
immediately.

I'll have Janet schedule
a dinner. It'd be great
to catch up with you.

This is not back burner,
Bobby !

I have to see you today.
When can you meet me ?

If you got a problem,
tell me now, and I will
take care of it.

This is not something
I can discuss on
an unsecured phone.

I'll be home by 10:00.
Come by then, and we'll
talk about it. All right ?

I'll be there.

I just wish
we had more proof.

These names,
the surveillance data--
they're just fragments.

You just have
to convince Bishop.

If he knows where to look.

God, I'm terrified.

** [ Opera ]

[ Pochenko ]
Very good.

Keep searching.

[ Keyboard Keys Clicking ]

[ Beeping ]

** [ Opera ]

[ Dogs Whining ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Heavy Breathing ]

[ Vacuum Cleaner Whirring ]

[ Zipper Zipping ]

[ Indistinct Voices ]

[ Radio Frequencies,
Voices Continue ]

Bobby, take Paul !

Bobby, pick up your ass.

Free shot, here we go.

- Nice shot.
- Watch the back door, man.

You, Bobby.
It's all you.

Oh, yeah !

Go, go, go.
Here we go.
[ Phone Ringing ]

Time out, gentlemen.
Time out ?

[ Ringing ]

Bishop.

Don't tell me.

All right,
I'm on my way.

[ Helicopter Whirring ]

Yo, Bobby, think your man
can hook the brothers up
with some jobs ?

I'll run it past him,
soon as your contract
with the Bullets expires.

Fuckin' Bobby Bishop.

See you guys next Saturday.
Who'd have ever thought.

Thanks, guys.
You're welcome,
Mr. Bishop.

Sorry to bust up
your day with this.

I finally get my jump shot
back, and you call me in ?
What's up ?

The indomitable Bobby
Bishop not in the know ?
That'll be the day.

Let me guess.
You've seen his draft
of Monday's speech,

and it's a little more
than we expected.

"A little more" is hardly
the expression I would use.

The papers are
gonna kill us.

Everybody's inside.
Let's go.

[ Chattering ]

Hello, everyone.
Mr. Vice President.

- Alan.
- Bobby.

- James.
- Edward.

Morning, Robert.
Charles.

Bobby, he's been up there
all day working on that speech.

He wants change--
big change.

Yes, but what
he wants is radical,
too far-reaching.

It's gonna scare
the hell out of
the financial markets.

- He wants to freeze
all government contracts.
- Make massive defense cuts.

We're talking about
millions of people
out of work overnight.

You know what
that will do to
the stock exchange.

The man has created
an agenda for disaster.

It's far too much
for the country to handle
all at once.

Not to mention
a P.R. nightmare.

Since he won the election,
he's not listening to anybody.

It's as though he were
suddenly unaccountable.

He refuses to recognize
that change like this
has to be made step-by-step,

otherwise we'll
be eaten alive before...

we can get the American public
to understand and accept it.

- And a draft of the speech
was leaked to The Herald.
- Who's writing the story ?

- Amanda Givens.
- That perennial
pain in the ass.

Certainly a persistent
thorn in our sides.

Where is he now ?
In the office.

But he asked not to be
disturbed before dinner.

Well, I think
I'd better go disturb him.

Bobby's the only one
who can get through to him.

Screw them.

These gutless bureaucrats.

They think this'll
bury the party.
You agree ?

Well, it is
pretty risky.

A move this radical
could send the markets
tumbling.

You don't know that.
Well, it could be.

But even if they drop,
it'll only be temporary.

My bet is, in the long run,
they'll be twice as strong.

Bobby, in my first term,
I listened to the experts.

I didn't rock the boat.
Well, I'm not gonna wait
any longer.

You don't have to convince
me, but you're gonna have
a hell of a time...

getting it passed
through congress.

I only have
four years left.

If congress doesn't like it,
there'll be a hell of a fight.

If I fail,
I fail trying.

Do I have to remind you
who helped draft
this speech, Bobby ?

I guess you're a little
more daring when you're
14 points behind...

on the campaign trail
and half a bottle of Scotch
under your belt.

I just found out the story's
been leaked to The Herald.

And with that much lead time,
there's a good chance your
opponents will massacre you...

before you even get
your ideas out.

Let me kill
the story for now.

You can't sneak up
on the enemy when they
know you're coming.

So, how long do you
want me to delay
this speech ?

Just a couple
of days, sir.
That's all.

All right.

Good.
I'll let them know.

Well ?
He's agreed to
reconsider for now.

Think you'll be able
to kill the story ?

The Herald goes to
press in two hours.
The damage is done.

Well, like you said, sir,
we do have two hours.
There's not enough time.

It is for me,
unless you'd rather...

keep me here
arguing about it.

Well, your boy's
a confident little
prick, isn't he ?

A prick, really ?

I find it so difficult
to distinguish between
the pricks...

and everyone else
around here.

Sir.

Washington Herald ?
I have Senator Joseph Powers
calling for Amanda Givens.

Uh, Miss Givens
is out on assignment.
Hold, please.

Bobby, she's out
on assignment !

You wore that tie
yesterday.
That was yesterday.

Does she no longer keep
her appointments with
United States senators ?

This is an outrage.

Well, I'm sorry, sir,
but Amanda Givens
is out of the office.

She's interviewing
Congressman Page.

She's got Nate Page,
that fuckin' snake.

Grab his file, please.
Okay.

You tell Miss Givens we are
extremely disappointed.

- I'll tell her, sir.
- Here we go.

Yeah, I can smell it
from here.

Get the press office
to call the conference
at 6:45.

I want all the national
correspondents there.
I want the works.

6:45's way too close.
The Herald runs at 8:00.

Plenty of time.
Make damn sure
Amanda Givens is there.

All right,
all right.
I'm going.

[ Woman ]
Congressman Page's office.
May I help you ?

[ German Accent ]
Ja, this is Dr. Schmenke.

It is imperative that
I talk to the congressman
immediately.

- He's at committee
at room 1312.
- Danke.

[ Keyboard Keys Clicking ]

Robert Bishop's office.
[ Pochenko ]
Bobby Bishop, please.

This is Yuri Pochenko
calling.

Mr. Bishop's unavailable.
He'll be back this evening.

Please, I must speak
with him immediately !

It cannot wait
until tonight, please.

It is a matter
of life or death.

I'm sorry, Professor.
When he returns, I'll
let him know you called.

I--
[ Dial Tone Humming ]

[ Bobby ]
Congressman Page.
What a coincidence.

Coincidence ?
Oh, I sincerely
doubt that, Mr. Bishop.

Monday's speech ?

I don't know quite
what you're talking
about, Mr. Bishop.

No idea.

Then I guess you're also
unaware of an additional
base closure...

I'm submitting to
the Pentagon on Monday.

Happens to be in your district.
Another coincidence, I suppose.

Ah, 30,000 jobs
is a career buster
if I ever saw one.

You can't intimidate me,
Mr. Bishop.

Well, it's your choice,
Congressman.

By the way, uh,

are you still "doinking"
your legislative director
at the Crystal City Marriott.

Room 327,
I think it was.

Yeah, I'd hate to have
that leak out on Monday
as well.

Hey, Mike.
Mr. Bishop.

[ All Talking At Once ]
Next question.

Mr. Bishop, we've been
hearing rumors...

that the president
is planning radical change
for his second term.

You've been hearing
rumors, have you ?

The president will present
his agenda for the next
four years when he's ready.

And I can guarantee it will
be rational, not radical.
Next question.

[ All Talking ]

Excuse me, excuse me.

The Herald has it from
a very reliable source...

that part of the
president's plan is a freeze
on all government contracts.

Excuse me, miss. That is yet
another irresponsible rumor
I'd like to put an end to.

The name is Amanda Givens,
and as I said, Mr. Bishop,

we have it on
a very reliable source.

Congressman Page,
would you care to address
this rumor ?

I would be very happy to
address and terminate it.

Thank you, Bobby.

I have just come
from the president
of the United States,

and he has assured me that
despite small differences
between us,

that from here on out
it will be...

business as usual.

- Yes, Bobby !
- Next question.

I'm gonna buy
that little prick a drink.

Good evening, Robert.
Congressman Colbert.

Nice to see you.
Good to see you.

Yes, Senator Jones.
Good evening.

Good evening.
You have our support.

Did you get
the bill passed ?
We got it done.

Excellent.
Hi. How are you ?
Oscar and Bertha.

How are you ?
Always a pleasure.
Good.

Boy, oh, boy.
You are some kind
of big shot.

I could have sworn
it was just last week...

you were stuffin' envelopes
and lickin' stamps.

That was last week.

It was, wasn't it ?
Thank you.

Mmm.

You gotta try
some of this vodka
the Finns sent us.

It's fantastic.
A couple of good shots,
and you're Erik the Great.

Erik the Great
never made it to 16.

I, on the other hand,
am alive and going strong...

simply because I have always
restricted myself to slowly
sipping old reliable.

And eating apple pie.
Mm-hmm.

And making love
like a missionary.

And sailing
that yacht of yours
around the Chesapeake.

I tell you, Bobby,
when I'm out on that bay,

all the crap that we go through
every day just to try and keep
this country from going under...

washes off me, and I look
back at that shore,

and my mind is clear--
crystal clear--

and I rediscover Virginia
the way it used to be.

God, that sounds like
Thomas Jefferson,
doesn't it ?

Ah, Jake.
We kicked some butt today.

You did, Bobby.

He who gets the first
sound bite wins.

[ Sighs ]
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.

You've learned faster
and better than anyone
I've ever seen...

how to play the game
around here.

I think I feel some more
fatherly advice coming on.

Well, then,
listen up, son.

The ritual,
the maneuvering--

That's all it is.
It's just a game.

And your precious sound bites,
they're like a drug.
They get you high.

You think you've achieved
something, but in reality
it's nothing but shallow,

superficial, pointless
manipulation.

I wrote a lot of that speech
he was gonna give, Jake.

I know.

Hey ! Hey !

Want my car
to give you a lift ?
No, I'll just walk. Thanks.

Don't get yourself
mugged.

Tell Saxon
it takes one
to know one.

[ Laughs ]
Call me.
I will.

Mr. Bishop,
we meet twice
in one day.

God must be
punishing me.

Hello, Amanda.

This is Jergon.
Jergon, this is
Bobby Bishop.

Gergon, how are ya ?
It's Jergon, pal.

Of course it is.

Jergon, would you please
see if our table is ready ?

I'm curious, Bishop.
What'd you have on
Congressman Page, hmm ?

Is he doing his
legislative director ?
What ?

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

You and I both know that
that story was true.

Story ?
Perhaps you could
enlighten me.

Still terminally cute,
I see.

No, I think the word
is irresistible.

Hmph.

Watch your back, Bishop.

I'm gonna screw you
twice as bad as you
screwed me today.

Well, that leaves me
something to look forward to,
now, doesn't it ?

And stop referring to me
as "Miss" on national
television.

I didn't know that
that bothered you... Miss.

Bobby !
Jesus ! Professor !
You scared the hell outta me.

I thought we said 10:00.
Bobby, you must
listen to me.

Something terrible
is happening inside
the government...

at the highest level.

There's an enemy within,
a traitor.

- Come on, Professor.
- Bobby, there's a shadow--

[ Gunshot ]

Professor ! Jesus !

Professor !

[ Clanking Metal ]
[ Girl Screams ]

- Get down ! Get down !
- [ Horn Honks ]

A man's been shot !

Damn !
Oh, fuck.

[ Honking, Screeching ]

[ Honking ]

[ Bell Dings ]

- [ Bell Dings ]
- [ Screaming ]

Hold the door,
please, sir.

[ Woman Screaming ]

[ Groans ]

[ Creaking, Clanking ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Footsteps On Metal ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Screams ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Air Blowing ]

Don't burn it, pal.

Good night.
Have a good weekend.
[ Laughing ]

Have a good weekend.
Yeah, what's left of it.

Leave this page.
Bishop on
line two for you, sir.

Okay, I gotta go. Bye.

Hey ! Your date
lose the handcuff keys ?
[ Laughs ]

Jake, listen to me.
I've been shot at.

There's some fuck roamin'
the streets tryin' to kill me.

[ Conrad ]
Don't call her a fuck, Bobby.

She's probably
a very nice girl.

This is not a joke.
They killed Yuri Pochenko.

Where are you ?
I'll come get ya.

Meet me at
the Georgetown Theater.
Fifteen minutes.

Make it ten.

I need a car
and every man you can spare.

Whoa, whoa, Jake.
Let's not make
a production out of this.

The special assistant
to the president says
that he's been shot at.

But this administration
can't afford an incident
like this.

His safety is
my concern, sir.

[ Door Closes ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Man On Walkie-talkie,
Indistinct ]

[ Walkie-talkie ]
...move it across the street.

[ Walkie-talkie ]
This side, this side.

Nothing on the northeast.

Check an east-side
storefront.

Stand by.

Standing by.

[ Projector Ticking ]

[ Man ]
All these years you've been
playing me for a sucker.

[ Continues, Indistinct ]

[ Projector Ticking ]

[ Man ]
Don't lie to me.

Г§ Oye !

[ Man ]
They're talkin'
to Vargus now.

There he is.

[ Screams ]

- Bobby !
- [ People Screaming ]

- Jesus !
- [ Woman Screams ]

[ Car Alarm Blaring ]

[ Man ]
We've got two civilians and
two agents dead on the scene.

The shooter got down
the back fire escape.

[ Conrad ]
And Bobby ? Did anyone see
if Bobby Bishop was hit ?

No, he wasn't.
Thank God for that.

This country
is falling apart.

Bishop is on line one.
[ Ringing ]

Bobby ? Bobby,
are you there ?

What the hell
happened back there ?
We don't know.

Are you all right ?
Where are ya ?
Close by.

Jake, Pochenko gets
blown away after making
these wild accusations...

about something
going on in the government
at the highest levels.

Then some zombie
with a gun goes after me.

I call you, and there's
someone there waitin'
to take a shot at me.

Doesn't take a genius to
figure out that something really
fucked up is going on here !

Well, somebody set us up,
Bobby. Literally, in ten
minutes, they set us up !

You have to come in, Bishop.
Tell us where you are.
No ! Bobby,

w-what did
Pochenko say exactly ?

He just said that something was
going on at the highest level,

something about us
watching each other.

He said there was this program
that pointed to it.

W-What does that mean ?
I don't have
a fuckin' clue.

It's your move, Bobby.

I need some time.
You wait. I'll find you.

[ Phone Beeps ]

We should call the F.B.I.
and the D.C. police.

That's the
president's decision.

Who did this ?

Answers, gentlemen.

He's a special assistant
to the president. Goddamn it.

What are you doing
to stop this ?

Mr. President,
we're dealing with
a highly trained killer here.

We're combing
through all our people
in the intelligence community.

Yes, but what puzzles me is:
Why Bishop ?

Out of all our senior officials,
why go after him ?

Is he involved
with something ?

Bishop's integrity
is not in question.

Get him off the street, and get
to the bottom of this quietly.

Bobby needs more time, sir,
until he can--

Until he gets
himself killed.

Come on, Jake.
We gotta bring him in now
before this goes any farther.

I agree entirely,
for Bishop's own welfare.

Sir, we're ready for you.

[ Sighs ]

I'll be at Camp David.

He trusts you like a father,
Jake. He's a good kid.

Bring him in safely,

whether he wants
to come in or not.

Blythe ?
Yes, sir ?

No F.B.I. We'll
handle this ourselves.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

Yeah ?
Frank, it's Bobby.
I need to talk to you.

Bobby. If this is
an apology for smothering
the story, don't bother.

Remember the article
you ran last spring...

on the theory of
a shadow government
inside the White House ?

I need to talk
to your sources.

Bobby, you said
that article was absurd.
Why do you need my sources ?

For starters,
I don't think it's a theory.

Four or five people
are already dead.

Now I've got some lunatic
chasin' me with a gun.
How's that ?

Why ?
[ Phone Clatters ]

- I need those sources, Frank.
- I smell an exclusive, Bobby.

-How long do you need ?
-I need, uh, two or three hours.

I gotta get to my office.

Meet me at the News Cafe,
5:00 a.m. It's right across
from my office.

Okay.
[ Phone Beeps ]

The line Bishop just called
is dialing out.

Trace it, and keep tabs
on Bishop's line.

[ Thunder Rumbling,
Thunderclap ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Ringing Continues ]

[ Phone Clattering ]

Listen, Jergon.
No means no.
Yeah !

Hey, hey, hey.
No, it's Frank.

[ Gasps ]

Oh. Hi, boss. Sorry.

Listen, Amanda, that conspiracy
piece you wrote last spring.

I need you to contact
your sources tonight.

Bobby Bishop says
he can confirm that story.

He what ?
Meet me at my office.

- Now !
- All right.

Ah, here it is.

"Givens, Amanda.

1258 36th Street,
Northwest."

Hey, man.
Give me a dollar.
Thank you !

[ Radio Static,
Police Radio, Indistinct ]

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

Professor !

Mrs. Olson !

Professor Pochenko ?

[ Woman ]
Earlier tonight,
area residents were shaken...

by the sound of gunfire
in Georgetown.

One man is reported dead
and several are said
to be wounded.

The names of the victims
have not been released.

Police have blamed the shootout
in front of the Georgetown
Theater on rival gang wars.

[ Man ]
And now in other news,
fifth graders at a school...

in Greenfield, Massachusetts,
are angry--

Rival gang wars, my ass.

Eleven-year-old--
[ Continues, Indistinct ]

[ Waitress ]
Bad night, huh ?

The worst.

Thanks.

[ Bell Tolling ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Keyboard Keys
Clattering ]

Old Buzz hung over
again, is he ?

[ Keys Tapping ]

[ Woman On TV ]
Good morning. It's
two minutes after the hour.

And this is the
Sunday morning news roundup.

I'm Bella Chambers, and
these are the headlines today.

In Washington, the president
greeted members of the--

Amanda ?
Ooh, bad date, huh ?

Hear you got
a hot story for me.

You wrote the article ?
Yeah.

Yeah, I got a story for ya,
if your sources are good.

[ Sighs ]
Frank's office is this way.

[ Snickers ]
Hey, Frank.

Frank ! Frank ?
Come on, Frank.
Wake up, will ya ?

Come on. Come on !

Oh, Jesus.
Sir, we need some help here.

No, no, no, no !
[ Gunshot ]

Go ! Go !

[ Screams ]
This way !

[ Door Slams Shut ]

What just happened ?
Who were your sources ?

Bobby !
What just happened ?
Was it Pochenko ?

I'm not telling you
my sources until you tell me
what just happened.

Pochenko is dead.

The same guy that just
tried to kill us shot him
in the head.

He died in my
fuckin' arms last night.

Jesus.
Pochenko tried to tell me
some wild story...

about a traitor
in the government.

He started
to say somethin'--

something about shadow.

You gotta talk to me,
Amanda.

Yeah, it was Pochenko
and a study group.

They have this database
that correlates everything
that our public officials do.

If there's any evidence
of bribery or misuse
of government funds...

or interagency misconduct,
stuff like that, then...

this program will find it.

- And they call it "shadow" ?
- I don't know.

[ Siren Wailing ]

After Frank's phone call,
I tried to get in touch
with him,

even drove out
to the retreat.

Nobody was there.
It was weird.

Place wiped clean.
Hard drives gone
from the computers.

Check this out.
I call the White House
to make arrangements to go in.

Someone's there waitin'
to put a bullet in my ass.

Then I call Frank at home.
I figured that--

Ah, son of a bitch.

They're monitoring my calls.

D.C. police
are saying that so far...

the associate editor's
death looks to be
an apparent homicide.

More details
as they develop.
Thank you, Steve.

Ridell's computer
was wiped clean.

Metro police tell me
there were no cordite traces
on his hands.

Set for your install.
Thanks.

Mr. Grasso,
what is taking you
so long ?

It's Sunday morning.
We're not exactly installing
a Xerox machine here.

Precisely because
it is Sunday morning,

you should be able to get
things done more quickly.

N.S.A. isn't the same
without you, Jake.
[ Chuckles ]

Isn't this kind of thing
a little down and dirty for
the White House chief of staff ?

Bobby Bishop is
my personal responsibility.

Never thought we'd be usin'
our mobile system to track
down the great Bobby Bishop.

All right.
Here's the deal.

We fed this baby
every contact Bishop has
in the three-state area.

If Bishop calls
any one of these people
from any phone,

this computer will
identify his voice
instantaneously.

Likewise, if they call him.
It's kind of like putting a tap
on 1,500 people all at one time.

It's amazing, amazing shit.

I know.
I designed it.

And I'll sing
"Yankee Doodle Dandy,"
Mr. Grasso.

Doesn't he remind you
of James Cagney ?

Sir, you need to take
a look at this. D.C. police
just got us this tape.

Bishop entered with an
unidentified woman three minutes
before Ridell was killed.

They're looking for him
for questioning. I've got
a detective on the line now.

Well, tell him
"whereabouts unknown."

[ Sighs ]
Wake up, Mr. Blythe.

[ Beeping ]

[ Siren Wailing ]

All right,
take the front.
Got it.

Hey, the passenger side.
Let's go. Clear.

[ Man On Walkie-talkie ]
We've secured the Herald van
at Canal and Potomac.

It's clean. No suspects.
Request transport to base.

[ Man On Walkie-talkie ]
I'm searching
the subject's vehicle.

Who are you ?

Findings negative.
I think it'd make a really
nice bouquet for you, you know ?

Excuse me.
I'd like to ask you
a few questions, please.

Sure thing.
You live in
the neighborhood ?

Uh, yeah.
We're trying to locate
a neighbor of yours.

A Robert Bishop.
Did you happen to see him ?

[ Chattering ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Phone Beeps ]
Yeah ?

Take a walk.
14th Street bridge underpass.
I'll be there in ten minutes.

The president wants me
to get you to come home.

I'll see you
at the underpass.

[ Bell Dinging ]

Bobby ?

Hey, Jake !

I don't know what you've
gotten yourself into, but the
D.C. police have you there...

when Ridell was murdered.

If they ever find out
that you were also there
with Yuri Pochenko,

I mean, circumstantially
you're-- I don't know.

Pochenko tried to warn me
about somethin' goin' on
at the White House.

Maybe he picked something up
outta one of our computers.
I don't fuckin' know.

If the problem is on the
inside, what are you doing
on the outside running around ?

Come on, Bobby !

The only thing
you can get out here
is arrested or killed.

I'm not comin' in. Not
'til we dig this bastard out.
You gonna help me or not ?

Yeah, of course,
I'm gonna help--
You're making it very hard.

[ Helicopter Whirring ]

- Give me a secure line.
- Uh, five, six, nine--

Uh, five, six,
eight, three.
I'll be in touch.

Eight, three !
I promise.

[ Whirring Continues ]

[ Walkie-talkie,
Indistinct ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Panting ]

It's not good.
It's not good at all.

Somebody's trying
to implicate me.

I wrote down everything
I can remember about
Pochenko's study group.

And I came up with something.

He used to work
at his girlfriend's
apartment sometimes.

Remember her ?
Tamara ?
Yeah, of course.

He always said that he did
his best thinking there.

You remember where it is ?
Over on Calvert Street.

Well, we'd better get there
before they do.

You all right ?

They're gonna come for us
again, aren't they ?

Wherever we are.
You want the truth ?

No, lie to me.
You were always so much
better at that.

[ Beeping ]

[ Man ]
All right, let's continue
with the east coast--

Hey, sir, you better
take a look at this.

How do you fit into
all of this, Miss Yarshov ?

She's Yuri Pochenko's
significant other.

[ Phone Ringing ]

Still no answer
at Tamara's.
[ Phone Beeps ]

Sit still.

There's a trick to it.

Thanks.

If you see anything
that looks suspicious,

anyone that
could be a killer,
honk the horn twice.

What's a killer look like ?

Use your instincts.

[ Chattering ]

[ Water Dripping ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Machinery Whirring ]

Are you looking for me, please ?
I am Tamara Yarshov.

May I help you, please ?

[ Moaning,
Bones Crunching ]

[ Baby Crying ]

[ Man ]
Doing great.
Turn right here. Okay.

Watch the side.

Hey ! Hey !
What the hell is this ?

[ Metal Clanking ]

Start the car !

Start the car !

Drive ! Drive !

Aah ! Jesus !

Drive !

[ Horns Honking ]

Bobby ?
God !

- [ Screams ]
- [ Knife Clatters ]

Bobby !

[ Groans ]
[ Tires Screeching,
Horn Honking ]

[ Glass Shattering ]
Good driving, Miss Givens.

You found something.

Yeah. I found Tamara dead.

And a list of names
that Pochenko was investigating.

[ Man ]
Grasso, the police reports
are starting to come in.

Hey, sir, you better
take a look at this.

It's a homicide
over on Calvert Street.

The deceased is
that Tamara Yarshov.

Description fits Bishop.

Witness saw him drive off
with somebody in a Jeep.

The police get the plates ?

[ Beeping ]

That's a "negatory."
Just got a partial plate number.

Enough to start a trace.

I'll tell you, Bishop's
turning into a death train.

Everywhere he stops,
people die.

Keep your brilliant
metaphors to yourself,
will ya, Charlie ?

And negatory is not
an English word.

[ Woman ]
Okay, we're--
[ Man, Indistinct ]

All right,
let's get started.
[ Man ] Roger. That's 61--

We got the make and model
on a partial plate.

I want a cross reference
of all of Bishop's associates
who have similar vehicles.

[ Chattering ]

You want chicken ?
Yeah.

[ Sighs ]
Seems like old times, huh ?

[ Chuckles ]
You never took me
anywhere this nice.

How does it feel ?

How does it look ?
Pretty bad.

[ Siren Wailing ]

Secretary Murphy ?
[ Siren Continues ]

General Blackburn ?

Chairman Cutler ?
This is insane.

What do these names
have in common ?

You don't think one of these
could be a traitor ?

Always keep a file.

What ?
That's something
Conrad taught me.

I got files
on all these guys.

Oh. Let me guess where.

Yeah.

Call Conrad.
Have him do it.

No.

Whoever's behind all this
is probably monitoring
the entire White House.

Call Jake, he could be
the next victim.

and Bobby has been placed
at the scene of this one too.

D.C. police have
an all-points bulletin
out for him.

What about someone
trying to discredit him ?
Frame him ?

Mr. President, I've called
the C.I.A., N.S.A.

Give me something,
people.

They've got nothing for us.

Yes, but we can't rule out
the possibility that
Bishop's been turned...

by one of our enemies.

We should not
rule anything out.

Jake, what do you think ?

I think we have to get him
in here, sir. Then we'll
find out what's going on.

All right. Good night.
Good night, sir.

It's funny how 24 hours
in this town can put you
on the other side of the fence.

If they're smart,
they've kept their search
internal.

That's how Jake
would do it.

If not, they're following
Saxon's lead, the guards
will be lookin' for us.

If we make it past the guards,
once we get inside,

they will enter my name
on the in-house computer.

If that system's being
monitored, we could have
as little as five minutes.

Amanda, you--
You can bail out,
if you want to.

No. You need me,
don't you ?

I'd give us about
a fifty-fifty chance.

You never could say it.

Let's cut the chitchat,
all right ?

I.D., please.

Mr. Bishop.
Amanda Givens,
Washington Herald, B-5.

[ Beeping ]
Okay.

Remember, you gotta
see what happens after
they enter my name, okay ?

Okay.
If the screen starts
flashing, get outta there.

May I help you, ma'am ?

Yeah, hi, uh, Robert Bishop
wanted to see me right away.

He said that maybe you
could find him for me.
Is that possible ?

May I see
some I.D., please ?
Oh.

I'll see where
the system has him.

[ Keyboard Keys Clicking ]

Oh ! I'm so sorry.

That's quite all right.
I do this
a hundred times a day.

It's quite all right.

Bishop hasn't been
logged in on my watch.

Okay, then,
uh, I'll wait.

Thanks.

[ Phone Ringing ]
Yes, sir ?

[ Guard ]
Mm-hmm.
[ Phone Clatters ]

[ Door Opens ]

Hiya, George.
How are ya ?

Okay, uh, what happened to you ?
Catch another elbow ?
Two elbows, George.

You have a visitor.
There you are.

I've been lookin'
all over for ya.

How's the wife ?
Doin' fine, Mr. Bishop.
Thanks.

Good. Glad to hear it.

Be sure to send her my best,
would you ?
Will do.
[ Alarm Beeps ]

I'm sorry.
[ Chuckles ]

Should I just leave
this here ?
Yes, please.

Come on, Miss Givens.
We don't have all day.

How'd the O's do, Mike ?
Not so well,
Mr. Bishop.

[ Bell Dings ]

Make sure the senator knows.
Anything else ?

Have Maggie check
this over for typos.
Yes, sir.

Have Richard look over
this page before
we send it out.

Yes, sir. Very good.
I talked to
Congressman Myers--

[ Footsteps Departing ]

[ Woman ]
We're negative on EDM-13.
Look for 14.

[ Man ]
Check.

[ Man ]
We're gonna want to defrag
that 20-gig drive.

[ Man ] We have
the accurate code.

I got ya, baby.
Amanda Givens, 181142.

Got your ass.
You're mine now.

[ Computer ]
Chief of Staff Conrad,

you've forgotten your password
again, haven't you ?
No shit.

Have your assistant
call N.S.C. security.

Save your data. End query.
Terminating in two minutes.

- How ya gonna get in ?
- Conrad once showed me a
back door into this database.

He changed the password
every week, and he would
tend to forget it himself.

If I could just
remember it.

Bingo.

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Handle Jiggles ]

Okay, Attorney
General Toyanbee,

let's see what
they've got on you.

Look at this.

Classified.
It's active classified.

Try Oliver Murphy.

- It's the same.
- Lawrence Blackburn.

Lawrence Blackburn.
Shit !

Hey, Jake, did you log on to
the N.S.C. secure database ?

I'm here, Mr. Grasso,
I'm here with you.

How could I possibly
log on to whatever it is
you're talking about ?

Well, somebody did,
and they're usin'
your name.

Check it out.
Doesn't look good to me.

I'm gonna try
one more name.

What is this ?

Transfer list.
Transfer to what ?

There's a separate directory
just for me.

Damn !
Call Conrad-- 5683.

[ Phone Beeping ]

[ Phone Rings ]

Here's some updated coordinates
on the satellite tracker.

[ Ringing Continues ]

[ Rings ]

5683.
Jake.

Bobby, I've been ordered
to bring you in.
Where are you ?

Get this, three of our
top cabinet officials
have active files...

in the classified
N.S.C. database.

Active files ?
What's that mean--
active ?

- Why am I under surveillance ?
- You're not under surveillance.

It's in your goddamn
computer, Jake !

Bobby, you're not
under surveillance.

It's in the goddamn
N.S.C. database. Somebody's
got to know about this.

Well, I for sure don't,
for Christ sake.

How can I know anything about
it ? I can't even remember my--
What's it called ?

I-I'm a computer
illiterate.
[ Phone Drops ]

[ Dial Tone Humming ]

[ Dial Tone Humming ]

- Jake, he's in the building !
- Go get him.

We gotta move.
Come on.

Come on.

[ Man ]
Who's available ?
Let's get 'em out there !

Activate the
silent alarm.

Shit ! Silent alarm.

This guy's a piece
of work, huh ?

He's a very bright
young man.

[ Clock Chiming ]

[ Clanking ]

[ Walkie-talkie ]
Base operations.

[ Footsteps ]

[ Walkie-talkie ]
Three-seven, switch
to a secure frequency.

[ Helicopter Whirring ]

[ Walkie-talkie ]
Afax-1, this is com base.

[ Walkie-talkie ]
Roger, com base.

Halt ! Stay
where you are,
or we will fire !

Halt !
[ Gunshot ]

[ Walkie-talkie ]
Com base, they're on
the roof !

Have access.
Rooftop elevator.

We're goin' down.
Come on !
Follow me !

[ Pounding On Door ]

[ Bishop ]
Careful.
It's slippery.

Go through
the skylight, Rawlings.
Open the door.

[ Pounding ]

Bobby !

It's not movin'.

For God's sake, son !

Come on.

It's all right.

- They're down there somewhere.
- Bring the elevator up.
We'll flush 'em out.

[ Machinery Whirring ]

- See 'em ?
- No !

I'm bringin' it
back up !

Come on.

Come on !

Get in.
Don't make me
tell you again.

I said get in !

- Move it !
- Get your hands off me,
asshole.

Where's Bishop ?
Come on !

You're such a big boy,
find him yourself.

Where is he ?

- [ Slap ]
- I said where is he ?

Get out !

[ Gunshots Continue ]

Bobby !

Don't touch the cable.

Bobby !
Here. Amanda !

Hah, come on !

[ Alarm Buzzing ]

[ Buzzing Continues ]

[ Man On Walkie-talkie,
Indistinct ]
Aah !

[ Walkie-talkie ]
Contact-4, stay with them.

Pull back !
Grab him !

Come on.

[ Siren Wailing ]

Damn it !
Son of a bitch !

Him and
his nice wife...

and that lovely home
in the rolling hills
of old Virginia.

It was him all along.
I believed in
that bastard.

He had Pochenko
killed.

Well, we know Conrad's
in charge of this
shadow program.

Now we got to find out
what they're up to.

If you pour water
in the hole,
the rat'll come out.

This rat swims.

D.C. police are puttin' out
an all-points bulletin...

for Bishop and Amanda Givens
for questioning
in these homicides.

Grasso, I want you
to feed Amanda Givens'
automobile specs...

into the keyhole
satellite. Now !

To find a car ?

Jesus, I'd have
to pull satellites off
of operations in Cuba.

Maybe even the Middle East.
We'd have to get a written
authorization from--

From me, from me !
I am authorizing it !

I'll write it down for ya.
Now, do it. Now !

You've got company.

I can get us in
through the back alley.

What's up ?

Apartment's clear.
Let's get out
of here.

Call in.
Base, we're
movin' on.

I've got some infrared film
and a long lens.

Over here.

[ Woman ]
Sir, we're resolving
grid A-4.

Lock.
[ Grasso ]
The license matches.

It's Amanda Givens.
Jake !

Where is it ?

On the street,
two blocks from
her apartment.

Blythe, move
your men on this now.

Oh, good.
I'm starving.

You got any friends
in the building ?
Yeah, a few.

Any that'll
lend you a car ?

I'm not sure I would
call it a car.

[ Walkie-talkie ]
Unit three, we should be
two blocks from your location.

Hold it down.

[ Bells Tolling ]

8273.

[ Phone Rings ]

Conrad.

Yes, uh, Mr. Conrad,
I'm sure you know
who this is.

No, I don't.
Am I supposed to guess ?

Well, we almost met
on the White House roof
earlier this evening.

I'm writing a story based
on a theory by Professor Yuri
Pochenko and his associates.

[ Conrad ]
On government dishonesty ?

I'm sorry.
Did I say theory ?

I meant fact, Mr. Conrad,
based on what I witnessed
this evening.

I thought maybe you would
like to comment before
it hits the presses.

Traditionally it's been
my policy not to comment
to the press,

because it is my conviction
that the press prints to sell.

It doesn't print to inform;
it doesn't print the truth.

I have a rather good
source, Mr. Conrad.

His name is Bobby Bishop.
You do know Bobby Bishop,
don't you, sir ?

Yes, of course
I know Bobby Bishop.

And I will
stand by him.

[ Beeping ]

We didn't get it.

Did he bite ?

I don't know.
He did a lot
of dancing.

Leave me alone,
will you, please ?
Yes.

Let's get some
fresh air,
shall we ?

It's Conrad.

Mr. Blythe.
Yeah ?

These people lent them
their van.

It usually clears my head
being down here.

How's your back ?

I'm having
a disc reconstructed.

The goddamn thing has
ruined my golf swing.

I'm sorry about that.

You're late.

I'm not used to
driving myself.

Well, Jake.
[ Conrad ] I think--

You said to me
two hours ago that Bishop
was no problem to us.

No. I said he was not yet
aware of our scenario.

But now with that--
what did you call her--
pain-in-the-ass Givens...

I-I think we should rethink;
perhaps we should wait...

and regroup.
He who hesitates is lost.

[ Conrad ]
I can't believe
you said that.

[ Saxon ] Those are exactly
the words you used when we
discussed this the first time.

We've run out of time, Jake.

The target returns
from Camp David at 7:00.

The future of the country
is in our hands.

We may never have another
opportunity like this again,
never !

Like the poor cat
in the adage.

The cat wanted to grab
the fish, but didn't want
to get its paws wet.

Today...

at noon as planned...

we assassinate--
[ Splash ]

What was that ?

You spooking out
on us, Jake ?

[ Sighs ]

[ Rapid Gunfire ]

Welcome back, sir.
Jake.

You got some sun.
Thanks, Jake.

We have to go--
[ Clears Throat ]

go over the Bobby Bishop
problem and your children's
fund-raiser speech.

[ Beep ]

[ Amanda ]
If you call the White House,

they'll trace it
and be on to us
in seconds.

If I can talk to him
directly, that won't matter.

[ Rings ]

[ Rings ]
Saxon.

Hello ?

Who is this ?

[ Rings ]

[ Rings ]

[ Grasso ] We got the license
plate number from the neighbors
who lent them their van.

We have the
keyhole satellite
trackin' the van...

as well as
the ground tracker.

I guarantee we'll have
their asses within the hour.

God, Bobby,
what're we gonna do ?

If I can get to Conrad,
there's a chance I can
stop him...

if he thinks we have
a tape of the conversation.

Which, of course,
we don't have.

But Conrad doesn't
know that.

[ Woman ]
Sir, we have another van.

Go with the license plates.

[ Man ]
Okay. Sending... more.

Tighter, tighter.
Good, and lock.

That's it ! That's our mouse.
That's our freakin' mouse !
We got 'im. We got Bishop !

- Where is he ?
- They just parked on
Connecticut at P Street.

Attention all units,
Connecticut and P !

I could go
to Adams Hall.

If you don't find Conrad,
I could try and hold up
the speech or something.

How ?
I don't know.

I'm sure you'll think
of something.

All right.

Hey, Amanda.

You were right.
I do need you.

Be careful.

[ Man ]
Okay, 86 is moving out of range.
Are you getting it too ?

Come on. I got ya.

Yeah, those look good.

Give me a hat, will ya ?
Sure thing, my man.

Thanks.

Keep it.
Thanks.

[ Grasso ]
Stay on him.

Come on.

Come on !
We're right on his ass !
Stay on him.

Where the hell is he ?
I just had him.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

Let's move, people.

[ Man ] Unit 14 in position.
Unit 22, we have southeast
corner locked.

D.C. patrol blocking
corner of Connecticut--

They're waiting
for you, sir.

- Feeling all right ?
- Fine. Everything's
just fine.

I'll be there
in a minute.

Hey, hey !

Drive !
Okay. Where to ?

Adams Hall.
Hurry !

Goddamn it !

Jesus Christ !

Aah ! Uuh !

- You payin' for that window.
- Can't you drive any faster ?

You want me
to get a ticket too ?

What're you doin' ?
This ain't Adams Hall !

Uh-uh. Friends like you got,
you takin' the train,
motherfucker.

[ Tires Screech ]
Get out of my damn cab !

[ Screeching, Honking ]

Look out.

Out of the way !

What's your problem ?

- [ Motorcycle Engine Idling ]
- [ Elevator Bell Dings ]

[ Train Horn Blowing ]

[ Train Horn Blowing ]

[ Screams ]

[ Sirens Blaring ]

[ Sirens Continue ]

Mr. Conrad.

[ Man ]
Testing, testing--
1, 2, 3, 4.

Testing--
1, 2, 3, 4.

Testing, testing--
1, 2, 3.

Testing--
1, 2, 3, 4.

[ Alarm Beeps ]

Here you go.
Is this his ?
Mm-hmm.

What happened ?

I didn't make it
to Conrad.

Oh, God.
He just went in
minutes ago.

I gotta get inside.
I've got an idea.

Good luck, Bishop.

Amanda, wait !

Shit !

[ Woman ]
Make sure you get
a good shot of him.

[ Woman ]
Yeah, I'll let him know.

What ? Hey, wait !
[ Alarm ]

Bring her down !
Bring her down !

[ Amanda ]
He's my father--
The president !

He's my real father !

[ Clapping ]

Call it off.

I can't. It's too late.
It's out of my hands.

Stay out of it, Bobby.
You'll get yourself killed.

What'd you do it for ?
What was in it for you ?

Not for me,
for Christ's sakes.
Not for me !

For this country;
for everybody in it--

for you, for that stupid
journalist friend of yours.

Bullshit !
Saxon's a patsy.

You're gonna be
running the country,
right ?

- Somebody has to run it,
that's for sure.
- Somebody is, the president.

- He's a madman, Bobby.
- There are still a few people
that voted for him, remember ?

Because they fell
for your fucking
sound bites !

** [ "Hail To The Chief" ]

And you said that I'd never
believe in anything enough
to go down for it.

- You were wrong.
- Bobby.

- You were wrong !
- Bobby. Bobby !

Oh, God !

** [ Continues ]
[ Clapping ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Rapid Gunfire ]
[ Screaming ]

Down ! Get down !

Aaah !

Get down.
Get down !

Go on ! Go on !

Thanks, Bobby.
You all right ?

[ Woman Screaming ]
Mr. President,
you have no--

Look out !

[ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshot ]

Let's get him
out of here.
Come on.

Come on. Let's
get him out of here.

Move it. Come on. Move.

Move, everybody !

Inside source tells me
Bobby Bishop turned down
chief of staff...

to head the president's
new jobs program.
Really ?

Yep.
The source reliable ?

Hmm.
We'll see.

Come on.
I'll buy you
a Popsicle.

[ Ball Bouncing ]

Is the star reporter
offering a bribe to
one of her best sources ?

[ Laughs ]
You know something, Bishop,

I may just be starting
to like you.

Again ?