All language subtitles for The Net - 1x20 - Last Man Standing

Drop it.

You're dead. Get back to camp.

He was dead.

You assumed he was dead.

Make that mistake in the field,
and you'll be arguing with God.

Now move out.

Yes, sir.

You've been through two month's training.

You've got three weeks left.

Following graduation,
most of us will resume undercover work.

That explains the Elvis sideburns.

If you are to gain compliance in a physical
confrontation, you must do it fast.

In about 45 seconds, your strength will drop
to 50% of normal...

doubling your chances
of being beaten or killed.

I need a volunteer.

Distract, destabilize and deliver.

As the aggressor approaches,
distract with your hand...

jab kick with your shin just behind
and above the kneecap.

In a fluid motion, take his wrist...

bend his hand forward,
apply pressure to the elbow.

This will provide leverage
in getting him to the ground.

If the aggressor still resists...

use your body weight
by dropping onto his back...

knocking the air from his lungs.

If you get any closer,
we're gonna need a blood test.

Okay. I'm the aggressor.
Don't worry about hurting me.

Distract, punch.

How was that?

The United States intelligence community
has been charged with the special mission...

of coordinating our nation's resources
against the cyber-criminal.

This effort has resulted
in the formation of the CIC...

the Centre for Intrusion Control.

I'd like to present our first,
and for the time being, only graduate...

Agent Angela Bennett.

You have a difficult road ahead of you,
Agent Bennett. Good luck.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome Captain Hayes...

who will recognise the rest of the graduates.

The following agents
have shown outstanding achievement...

Your family would be proud.

...both in the classroom
and in the training field.

My father never trusted the government.

- And we recognise them today.
- I read his file.

- Please approach the podium for...
- So have I.

And if you're smart,
you won't follow in his footsteps.

You understand me?

Understood, sir.

Agent Callahan.

My name is Angela Bennett.
I discovered a group of computer terrorists.

They erased my life.
They made me into a criminal.

I am not going to stop
until I get my life back.

But if they did this to me,
they could do this to you.

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Hello?

Sorry. I'm sorry.

Well, well, well. What happened
to the innocent girl I left eight weeks ago?

I left her at the Academy.

I guess I'm a little paranoid.

Well, in this line of business,
paranoia is your new best friend.

Well, we are well-acquainted.

Come on. We use the store as a front.
Our operation is in back.

Don't be too impressed. It's not done yet.

I'm not impressed.
Most of this is redundant.

Do you want me
to spec you some equipment?

No budget.

Most of what you see here
is what the other departments didn't want.

So we're not exactly a high priority.

Most of the higher-ups
don't know what to make of the CIC.

- We have to show them what we can do.
- What can we do?

Well, new technology
has created opportunities...

for crime where laws didn't exist before.

What exactly are you trying to do, Walter?

I'm trying to get on-line for a Web site
called Last Man Standing.

Sounds like a spaghetti Western.

It's human cockfights.

You mean like a sword fight?

A pay-per-view Internet webcast, smart-ass.

For $49.95, you can watch a fight
to the death.

You mean people actually log on-line
to watch guys kill each other?

By the thousands.

One giant step back for civilisation.

Isn't that a police matter?

Which department? Nobody knows
where the fights are being held.

So the only known jurisdiction
is cyberspace.

And that's our territory.
As of now there's been six fights...

and all six challengers have either died
or ended up missing.

It's the perfect crime.
I mean, commit murder in plain sight...

charge admission
and hide behind the technology.

There's no such thing as the perfect crime.

All right.
So we'll find where the webcast originates...

and we'll establish jurisdiction.

It's not that easy.

Excuse me, Walter.

May I?

- Who hooked this stuff up?
- That's why you're here.

I don't understand the technology.
I understand the possibilities.

The CIC was my idea. Look, can you fix it?

I can try.

They're webcasting a fight today.

We've got to be on-line by 7:30.
Can you do it?

If you don't help, maybe.

Well, if you don't trace them soon,
another fighter is gonna die.

Everybody ready?
All four cameras patched?

Okay, Slick, patch us in.

This guy is dead meat.

Standby the roll. Is John ready?

Good. Wait for the cue.

Standby, open.

In five, four, three, roll open.

It's fight night.

Two men enter, one walks away.

No referee, no rules.

Last man standing collects
a $1-million bounty.

Who will be the next challenger
for Mighty John Storm?

Who will be the last man standing tonight?

Our challenger, standing 6 feet tall...

and weighing in at 245 pounds...

Bronco Billy Rudd.

And now the fighter
you've been waiting for...

six-time Last Man Standing champion...

and the most dangerous man
on the planet...

Mighty John Storm.

Keep camera 1 wide, 2 tight on Johnny,
and 3 real tight on the meat.

I want to see his freaking eyes pop
when he hits the mat.

- Last Man Standing dot net, right?
- Right.

Try this again.

Great.

Give me some boos here.

Spin him already.

Yes! Yes, I found the site.

Connecting. Credit card.

Okay.

Good.

Is this for real?

It gets worse.

Can you trace it?

I sent out a ping,
but they probably masked the relay site.

I mean, it's probably a remote service
with multiple routing and hops...

-and it's bonded to--
- English, please.

Oh, right. Sorry.

I've put together a route map...

and I am following in the reverse stream
of the information. All right?

Like, between the signal origin right here,
the server that we're connected to...

Yeah, so he could be uplinking
to a satellite and back down?

Exactly, it's one possibility out of a dozen.

All right, we just have to run them down
and eliminate them one by one...

before we lose this signal.

I can't find them. There's too many routers.

What the hell's he doing?
The guy ain't finished yet.

Keep the camera on Rudd.

Johnny, what the hell's going on?

You finish him.

It's over.

People don't pay $50 to watch
some washout fight a south-side bartender.

It ain't over if he's still breathing.

Now get in there!

We're running out of time.

Our connection's broken.
They're not gonna get away with this.

Whoever set this webcast up
knew exactly what he was doing.

- When's the next fight?
- We're screwed.

No, maybe not.
We have video of the fight, right?

What are you doing?

Boy, are you new.

We'll send these out on the wire
and see if they look familiar to anyone.

I knew hiring you was a good idea.

You always going to take the credit?

Yeah, 19,478 hits. Best yet.

And it still ain't fair.

Don't start again.

Where else are you gonna make
$10,000 a fight? Don King?

Nineteen thousand people at $50 apiece.

Do yourself a favour, Einstein.
Leave the math to me.

You think I'm an idiot, but I ain't so dumb.

You were the fry man at the Burger Barn
when I found you.

And that gives you the right to rip me off?

I got contingencies, right? The truck,
the equipment, credit card companies.

I put your fights out on the Net
for the whole freaking world.

I'm lucky I clear $10,000.

Well, ain't nobody laughing at you.

- Who's laughing at you?
- A bunch of people.

And they say I'm fighting lightweights
and nobodies.

If you wanted to fight contenders...

you shouldn't have been shooting steroids
at the Olympic trials.

Everybody took steroids then.
You couldn't beat the Soviets without them.

Only I didn't know how to cheat right.

Tough break. Next time, plan ahead.

I'll show you.

Everybody's gonna know my name.

Everybody's gonna know that John Storm
is the greatest fighter on the planet.

If you were the greatest fighter
on the planet...

we wouldn't have to blind these guys
to beat them.

I'll be right--

Hey, Q-Tip, what's up?

That's pretty bold coming from a guy
who looks like a student counsel president.

Cut the pleasantries. What do you want?

You know, you've got
Wagner and Beethoven.

What's with all the dead guys?

Do you even listen to anything
post-Paul McCartney?

You mean like the mostly derivative...

completely annoying trip-hop techno pop
you're listening to?

Walter...

Hey.

Oh, my gosh, I've missed you.

So this is the new you, huh?

It's the same me. Just now I know
37 different ways to kill with a pencil.

- So how is life with J. Edgar?
- Walter?

It's okay. It's kind of weird having a boss.

- What?
- What, what?

You were gonna ask me something.

Well, I was thinking...

You know, you got that big apartment
all to yourself...

and you're gonna be gone
most of the time, so...

No, no, no. No, you can't move in with me.

Come on, I hate the dorm room. It sucks.
It's like living in a white-collar prison.

It's the college experience. Embrace it.

Would you stop saying that? Please.

Haven't you met any girls?

All the freshman girls are dating seniors.

At this rate,
I won't get laid until I'm in third year.

Angela, we got work.

I'll be right back.

Whoa, is this a Xybernaut 133?

Oh, this is so cool. This thing
has got a GPS.

It is voice-activated, fully hooked.

Oh, this is so sweet.

It's wicked, isn't it?
I'm gonna try it out in the field.

I look like I have a head injury.

- Walter!
- Yeah?

Jacob can help us with this trace.

- No.
- Why not?

Because he's got a head injury.
No, we don't need him.

I just got a fax
from the Chicago Police Department...

-about the photos we sent out.
- I sent them.

Well, one of the photos that you sent out...

matches the description of a John Doe
that turned up DOA.

Bingo, we're going to Chicago.

May we have a moment?

That's beautiful.

What's the CIC?

It's a government agency.

We're here about a John Doe
that was found yesterday.

Which one?

Mid-thirties, probably badly beaten.

The police had you take his prints for ID.

Oh, that's him. William Rudd.

Fractured skull, broken ribs,
punctured lung, ruptured spleen.

Could have died three different ways.
Who did this to him?

- He was in a fight.
- What kind of fight?

It was a professional death match.

He lost, and we're looking for the winner.

Were there any personal properties on him
to distinguish him?

A necklace or a ring or anything?

Not when I got him, but he was married.

How do you know that?

Tan lines on his ring finger.

Force of habit. I always look.

- I'm sorry. You can't go in there.
- No, I want to see him.

It was a fight, wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

I told him not to. I kept telling him.

So you know about these fights?

Not really. I mean, not much.

Last Man Standing.

No, I never heard that,
but Billy told me he got work...

he'd be away for a couple of days.
I knew it was a fight.

How did you know?

That's all he knew how to do.

Look, did he have a friend or anyone
that could tell us about these fights?

No, no one in particular.
I mean, he spends all his time at the gym.

Which gym?

I want to go home.

Mrs Rudd, which gym?

He was all the family I had.
You don't know how this feels.

Yes, I do.

My father gave this to me
when I was a little girl.

He told me to hold onto it
whenever I was alone.

I can't take this.

You just keep it until you feel better.

And then you send it back to me...

so I know you've gotten back
on your feet, okay?

You know, you don't seem like a cop.

I'm new.

Billy was the seventh man
that was killed this way.

You can help me.

You can help me so it doesn't happen again.

You know, most husbands spend
all their time in bars and cheat around.

I thought I was lucky
he spent all his time in the gym.

It's healthy, right?

Mel's Gym, over on Fourth.

Thank you.

Wait, Walter.

You know if Mel doesn't stand for Melanie...

he might be more willing to talk to a woman.

No, don't screw around.

The Last Man Standing people
recruit their opponents from somewhere.

Local gyms are full of tough guys.

Which is why strong-arming him
probably isn't a good idea.

Let me try a different approach.

Like what?

Well, bye.

Hello, beautiful. Welcome to Mel's.

- Is Mel here?
- You found him.

You want to look around?

No better place to get sweaty than with Mel.

That's our motto.

I like that. I like that very much.

I was wondering
if I could ask you something else.

- Ask away.
- I want to see the fights.

What fights?

You know. Last Man Standing.

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

My friend told me that you can help me out.

What friend? Who?

Oh, come on, I just want to see one for real.

Oh, my God, that must be so exciting.

Get the hell out of here.

I have money. I'll pay. I've got cash.

Get out of here now or I'll throw
your skinny ass out on the street.

All right. We'll try this another way.

CIC.

According to Billy Rudd's wife,
you were the last one to see him alive.

That's a load of bull.

A dozen people saw him before.

So you knew he was dead.

That's not what I said.

You're a lousy liar.

I've got nothing to say to you.

For the record, you're refusing to cooperate
in a federal investigation, right?

Get the hell out of here.

Sometimes finesse doesn't work,
so I went to Plan B.

Looking for these?

Okay, so what's the charge?

He didn't take me seriously.

Oh, and that would be, what, a felony?

Up you go.
Who runs the Last Man Standing fights?

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

You don't know what I'm talking about?
I'm talking about accessory to murder.

Go ahead, arrest me. I'll sue.

Uncuff him, Miss Lightyear.
A little thing called proof.

We'll figure out how to get some,
and we'll be back.

Yeah?

I want out, and I want my money now.

We got a deal.

The deal is off. This is coming apart,
and I want to get out now.

Fine. Suit yourself.

- I want my money today.
- Be nice to me, pal.

You're passing up a lot of cash.
You know you'll want back in.

I want my money.

You'll get your money.

Bear, I got something for you.

Hey, hey, hey, there he goes.

Look at this place.
What could he be doing here?

I know he's involved.

Let's go in.

Where's Remy?

You know,
he's not real happy with you, Mel.

You shouldn't be doing him
like you're doing.

I'll send him some flowers.

- Where's the money?
- Want your money?

Freeze!

Drop your weapon!

It's locked.

He's dead.

Another one's gonna die
unless we trace this.

Isn't there a faster way?

No. This guy is sleazy, but he's smart.

He knows he can stage the fights
more quickly than I can trace him.

Look, he's routed all over the country.

This would go a lot faster
if I had some help.

No.

- What is your problem with Jacob?
- He's a kid.

There's over 200 routers.
His help could help me save a life.

- Hello, Roberts.
- Come on, Wally.

Washington asked me to check up on you.

I'll be damned.

- What?
- That's Johnny Stern.

You know him?

He was a boxer out of Saint Louis.

Supposed to be
on the US Olympic team in '88.

I don't remember him.

Tested positive for steroids
so they bounced him. Now he's a punk.

- You got his file?
- Let's take a look. Come on.

- Hey, Jake, are you there?
- Yes.

I need you to help me trace a webcast.

I'm just a kid. Are you sure I can be trusted?

Oh, quit screwing around.
I'm gonna send you the pass codes now.

Walter doesn't want my help.

I don't care. I want your help.

What is this guy using?
He's got tremendous bandwidth, right?

How is he gonna webcast real-time video?

Well, he's bouncing it from satellite.

But it's not emanating from DSC
or ISBN or trunk fines.

Jacob, cell phones.

No way. There's not enough bandwidth
to broadcast real-time video.

No, but there would be if you
bonded together about a dozen phones.

It would be almost untraceable.

Then somewhere there's a group
of 10 or more phones linked together...

bonded to the same server at the same time.
You're a genius.

- Thank you.
- I'm on it.

Dick was right. His name is John Stern.

His last known address is four blocks
from Mel's Gym.

- We are going to Evanston.
- The fight? You found it?

Yep.

It's another warehouse, 399 Bradley Street.
It's 20 minutes away.

Let's go. We can call the police on the way.

Let's just hope we can make it on time.

Nothing, huh?
Now I know what CIC stands for.

Can't Investigate Crap.

You ought to leave fieldwork
to professionals.

- Know any?
- Seven delta 21.

Seven delta 21, your John Doe is en route
to Lincolnwood Hospital.

Roger, that. Hey, Cizelski,
got one of your fighters in the hospital.

- Dr. Venkman?
- Yes?

We were told that you were just working on
a badly beaten white male.

Friend of yours?

We're trying to find out
what happened to him.

He had internal bleeding.
I sent him to surgery.

Was he conscious?
Did he say anything to you?

He was comatose. Sorry.

Was there anything at all
that was unusual about his injuries?

Actually, there was.

His eyes were slightly opaque,
like the cornea had been exposed to heat.

Maybe burnt.

Does that help?

Maybe. Thank you.

We got to find out
where the fight is being held before it starts.

Well, the only way we're gonna do that
is if you become a challenger.

- That's it.
- What?

You're gonna fight John Storm?

No, we just have to find someone to last
long enough to catch these guys in the act.

I know just the guy.

You run autopsies on these guys?

There were no drugs or poisons found
in any of the victims' bodies.

You mean the challengers.

No, I mean the victims.

If John Storm gets an advantage,
he won't stop until you're dead.

That's not a problem.

Your division simply made you
available to us.

This is strictly volunteer, you understand?

Yes.

That's great. Thanks a lot.

I wanna see Mel.

Well, that's gonna be tough...

'cause he's dead.

You the new boss?

Depends on what you want.

Mel said he could hook me up
with the fights.

Just wait here.

Bear, there's a guy outside looking for Mel.

- Mel's dead.
- Yeah, I told him.

But he said Mel was gonna set him up
for the fights. Look at him.

- He's been in there over an hour.
- Let's give it a while longer.

I'm worried.

So you wanna be rich?

It's 1999. $1 million isn't rich anymore.

So I'm gonna blow it on a condo in Aspen.

- You worry about winning first.
- I'm not worried.

- Storm has never lost.
- I'm gonna change all that.

Oh, you are?

Yeah, I'm the most dangerous man
on the planet.

Ninth guy who's told me that this month,
all of them dead.

My condolences. So how does this work?

Simple. Fight to the finish.

You beat Storm, you get to buy your condo.

So when do I fight?

Tonight.

Something's wrong. It's taking too long.

I can't believe we let this happen.

We're not cops, Angela.
We don't have the resources.

Well, now Brady's going to be
in a real fight.

Let's go.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's fight night.

Tonight's challenger, standing 6'4"...

and weighing 275 pounds...

from parts unknown, Flash Malone.

Now listen to me, Storm.
You get into trouble, set him up.

It's gonna be a straight-up fight.
I can beat this guy.

We ain't got $1 million to pay out,
so I hope you're right.

Won't matter to me if I'm wrong.

I'll be dead.

Whatever. You get into trouble,
bring him into the corner.

If you can knock him out early, go for it.

Then we can get out of here.

All right!

And now the fighter
you've been waiting for...

the most dangerous man on the planet...

Mighty John Storm.

All right. I've narrowed it down.
I sent you a grid. Start moving that way.

Hurry up, the fight's already started.

All right, got it. Take the freeway north.

All right. Now, I found a pack of 10 stolen
cell phones coming out of a repeater there...

when I checked out the phone company.

How did you do that?

I used Walter's name.

That okay?

No, that's not okay.
That is a federal offence, Jacob.

Oops.

What's a federal offence?

Nothing, just drive.

Make sure you lock that door.
I don't want him trying to get out.

Don't worry.

I'm not.

Two men enter, one walks away.

Who will be the last man standing tonight?

Cizelski.

Mr Cizelski, Dr Canter.

You were right. His retinas were burnt,
like you were staring at the sun.

Thanks, Doc. Thanks a lot.

What's up? Bad news?

Billy Rudd's eyes were burnt.

Just like the other guy's.

So that's how they're cheating.
They're blinding the challengers.

- We gotta find Brody.
- Angela, check this out.

He's got it. 892 Industrial Drive.

Come on! Set him up.

Take over. When he gets him into position,
tell Bear to hit the lasers.

Storm, now! Set him up now!

Freeze!

Don't move! Put your gun down.
Put it down!

Brody. Brody, look at me.

I'm having a little trouble. I can't see.

We need an ambulance.

Cut the feed.
Let's get the hell out of here. Go!

Go, go, go. Come on.

Walter!

Are you okay?

I just shot someone.

I know. Look at me.

You didn't have any choice. Okay?

- Then why do I feel so bad?
- I know. I know. It's okay.

Oh, come on, Wally. Give it a chance.

- You still angry?
- Shouldn't I be?

You betrayed my trust
by giving him the pass codes.

I had to. Brady's life was in danger.

You were being stubborn, and I was right.

That's the only reason you're still working.
Don't ever lie to me again.

Don't ever give me a reason to.

Well, Louis, this looks like the beginning
of an impossible friendship.

- So is Brody okay?
- He's okay.

What did Farraday say?

Remy Sloan is recuperating. Hopefully
he'll be healthy enough for his execution.

- And Farraday said you did a good job.
- Now you're lying to me.

- Is she gonna give us new equipment?
- No.

Hey, Walter, you're welcome.

Thanks for your help.

You know, we never would have
gotten into that warehouse without Jacob.

Nice try. He stays in school.

I almost forgot.

This came for you.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.