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Echelon Conspiracy Script
"Answers lie under crossing Miss Delane."
Bangkok, Thailand
National Archives Data Center
Everything okay down there?
A piece of cake.
- That locks it?
- Yep, centuries of Thai history, save as Fort Knox.
Watch, ah...
Relax, I'm a professionals.
Okay, now your servers are down
cause the power serge or
a grid mulfunction or may be even a bomb...
Now, if an intruder tries to reboot the servers or access the data,
you will always get...this screen.
And this, is your bios-level password.
Doubt it, nothing will work in this room, okay...
- Oh, you memorized?
- Always....just in case...
- See!
- Good!
Oh, when do lights come back on?
Alright, ah...you're gonna have to like call an electrician.
- Hi!
- Yes, Mr. Peterson?
- Hi, yes ah! My flight is tomorrow.
- Global Skies, Flight 4400.
Departing at four.
Would you like me to arrange a taxi?
- Yes, please!.
- Oh! And you have a package, sir!
And welcome back to the broadcast...
Today in the US Congress, debate continues to rage
over controversial security funding bill,
if pass the measure, known as Senate Bill 2330 Vote
will authorise the NSA to upgrade its current
surveillance technology worldwide...
Why rush home?
Half price rates at hotel.
This weekend only, Mr Peterson.
Hi, what kind of special rate you have this weekend?
- We're offering a half price rate, sir.
- Really?
Okay, um... Book me for one more night.
And would you please...
- And would you like to book Global Skies?
- That's right, Global Skies, Flight 4400.
- But leaving on Saturday instead.
- No problem, mister Peterson! Enjoy your stay!
Excellent!
Moscow, Russia
New Phone Deteched
...And in the US Congress today, controversial
Senate Bill 2330 failed by a single vote.
NAS Director, Raymond Burke,
annouce spoken alphabetically upgrade...
was not available in the congress...
and we were getting breaking news now out of Bangkok, Thailand.
It seems Globak Skies Flight 4400...
has crushed on a small town outside
Bangkok shortly after take off...
all 126 passengers had been killed instantly.
No words yet might had caused the crush...
Make money!
Buy shares of Syzor.
Hey, thank you for the manager for the innovate advertising...
It was life saver, literally.
Advertising, sir?
...the text message!
I'm not familiar without permission or techniques,
sir, but I will pass your compliments along...
This weekend only, Mr. Peterson.
No, the sender filer blank I am looking right at it...
Unknown sender? What do you mean unknown sender?
Okay, could you put a trace on it or something?
Why not?
...The biggest news of Wall Street today was the sky rocketing Syzor...
which by market closed, hit more than triple its value of opening veil.
If you're Syzor's share, you're a happy investors tonight!
Checking out!
- Did you have a nice stay with us, sir?
- Yes, thanks.
You're all set, sir. Have a nice flight.
Is something wrong, sir?
I think I need you to change my flight again.
Prague, Czech Republic.
Sir, do you need a ride?
Taxi 720 to Prague metro, might only currency 20 euros.
- Yeah...I know!
- How can you not trust this face...um?
Alright, where to?
Riches await in Prague...
My name is Yuri, I am from Moscow.
- Where're you from?
- The United States.
Ah, American.
- What hotel you're staying?
- Ah, the Empire.
Go to Hotel Empire.
- Good hotel.
Is that the GZT650?
I'm sorry, what?
Your mobile, your phone, GPS could be built-in the MTS.
Hasn't hit the street yet! Where do you get it?
- It was a gift!
- Good gift!
If you need accessories, ear-piece, charger...let me know...
Driving job is just a spare time, I can unlock phone, anything you need...
Small Fee!
- All set, sir?
- Yes.
And how you would be paying?
You know what?
Make that a suite.
I've already spoken with DHL, they said the
package came from your mail order house.
That's correct, I'm not denying it, sir.
Okay, okay, I know you're not denying that,
I was just trying to figure out who paid
for the item you sent me...
- I can't disclose it.
- Why can't you disclose it?
It's strick company policy to check
against our client file privacy, sir!
Slot Machine 13.
- I'll call you back.
3 more spins.
4th is JACKPOT
Hey, how you're doing?
I was wondering if I could play this slot,
I was superstitious about this number...
Sorry, I'm keeping this one more familiar...
my wife over there...
- Hm....
- I'll give you 20 Euros.
Ok, ok...40...you can pocket 20, and get the rest to your wife.
A 100 Euros.
Okay!
Sir! Better take a look at this!
What do you get?
This guy pay for that guy to sit on his slot,
and hit us for 100,000 Euros!
I can know the machine wouldn't pay off.
- Send up his stats..
- Go finding...
Hotel guest Max Peterson.
Arrive today from Bangkok.
- Americans citizen. Born in Omaha.
- Seen in our books?
He's a ghost, nothing in our database or Interpol's.
Now we must keep an eye on him.
- Your receipt, welcome.
- Thank you!
Blackjack table 6.
Now.
- Cash or chips, sir?
- Chips.
Zoom him over there.
- Get you anything?
- Ginger Ale.
No, make that scotch, mint.
BET ALL
Deal it please, you sir?
It's 100,000!
Good luck!
Blackjack!
Play that again!
Now stop it there. Zoom in.
Son of the bitch, it's his phone!
Send in, Martin.
Can you won on this from me?
Mobiles are forbidden in casino.
There, happy?
Yuri!
Hey, ...this is Max Peterson, you pick me up earlier!
- Ah, Max Peterson with the GTZ650.
- Right, I need your help.
- I need to be able to read text
messages without looking at my phone.
- Why?
- Cell phones aren't allow in the casino.
- Ah...you want to cheat?
No...no...no.....it's my mother, she needs to contact me!
Your mother? Ok, I'll book you up, 500 Euros.
500? Hey, hey...I'll Call Radio Shack!
Not Radio Shack in Prague.
Only Yuri, I'll book you up, bye bye!
- Kamila, where are you going?
- Home!
Where do you think I'm going?
- Kamila, come...come back...!
- Back off!
- One more drink...let's get one more drinks...I said to stay!
- I said I was leaving...I said I was going home.
Kamila!
- Hey, she said leave her alone, okay?
- Piss off!
Hey, let her go!
- Are you okay?
- Um......!
Are you okay?
Ah...yeah!
- Can I help to let you up.
- Okay!
I am sorry, I didn't know he was like that!
Oh...know what's...it's okay!
- He's gone, right?
- Yeah, security!
I'm Kamila, by the way!
- Max!
- Max, American, long way from home!
- Yeah, I'm just here doing a little game once!
- Oh yeah, how's that treating you?
Better now!
- Okay, ...could you excuse me just one moment?
- Okay!
- Hello.
- It's Yuri. Meet me at the parking lot.
Yes, it seems now the bad time.
I get to go downstairs for a minute, but
um...may be I can buy you a drink later!
I really should be going!
- Thank you again for helping me!
Can I see you again?
I'll call you here!
Good night!
- Where are they coming from?
- According to his cell provider...
- Sacred, there's no records of his text messages.
- How...how's that possible?
Technically, it isn't!
- Hey!
- Hi!
- Give me your phone.
- Right!
- What are you doing?
- Letter text speech transmitter.
It kicks ass!
Mother, ah...?
Bet All
Now sent that as SMS, there's mis-indicated!
- Who gives gift like this?
- I'm not really sure!
- Do you think you might be
figured out who send those?
- Not here, only back in Moscow!
- Really, why not here?
In Moscow we have an agreement
connection can find out anything.
Yeah...but the...I can't go to Moscow.
- You change mind, give it a thought!
- Thanks...Yuri!
- You forget something?
Nice doing business, say hey to mother!
Castle Slot, east wing.
He's back!
- Where's he headed?
- East wing...!
East wing?
Maximum bet on next hall
Yes!
Hold it right there, don't let that guy leave...!
Max Peterson? Special Agent Grant with the FBI,
put your hands behind your back!
Now!
Grant?
What the fuck you're doing here?
Look I don't care what this guy did, alright!
He rapes us up, he stays here!
- He comes with us.
- I'm not in the Bureau anymore...
- You don't get me orders.
- I don't have to, but taking sunshines out of here.
Minimal good to see you stole a prick!
Nice tie!
- Tell me about the phone!
- Look, I didn't know whatever it is,
I am really sorry...!
Okay, I'll get you started. You bought it
online with credit card of one Stuart Wallace.
Then you came here and use it to rob casino!
How am I doing so far?
I swear to God, I don't know what you're talking
about, alright...this phone came to me in the mail!
Who're you working with, Mr. Peterson?
Look, ah...nobody...I don't know what you're talking about?
I'll make it easy!
Yuri Malanin...unknown hacker from Moscow!
We have a team of you and him exchanging equipment.
No...no... I just met today,
he picked me up from the airport, okay!
- Who's sending the messages?
- Told you...I don't know, I get the package...ah...
You know no one knows you're here!
Who's sending the messages?
- I swear...you get to believe I don't know.
- Who's sending the messages?
Please! I don't know!
Oh...oh...gouch...I....I....I...
- Goodbye, sunshine!
- No, God!
I don't know who send the messages, okay?
You know what?
I believe you!
- Ah...still resourceful, lastly!
- This is my town, remember?
- Have a seat, can we get you something? Cappuccino?
- What are you doing here, Dave?
- We clean our own house.
- This is bigger than your house, John.
You think I fly here and pull the string
so conducted this operation if it wasn't?
Alright well, and how about you clue me in...
and said you own me at least that much!
Yeah, now I'd take coffee, black, thank you!
Okay, John!
We'd been investigating people receiving
financial tip via text in SMS.
The recipients of all have been American,
other than that fixing random.
The first was an executive expurgator, a major quid bureau.
Next the realtor!
They both receive tips to buy stocks, the stocks went up!
Once a perosn gets hooked on making easy money...
we think they start receiving instructions...
last week we find another...
an IT Administrate at the Department of Defense.
She makes a million dollars buying stocks before
co-worker knows that she was receiving unusual text messages!
And one night, she received the messages...and
shuts down the firewalls to the Pentagon servers.
Who's sending the messages?
The sender's field on the text is always blank and untraceable.
- Okay, did you interrogant the recipients?
- I would...!
but they're all dead!
Now you see why this guy is so important!
You get tip to the woman, how did you find Peterson?
We intersect this similar text in Bangkok,
ID him, show his sudden ticket to Prague!
- I hoop into a next flight.
- Doesn't sound like FBI's technology?
- I'm co-ordinating with Burke and NSA on this.
- Oh, Mr., total informations when it's up?
Yeah, it shouldn't break that to the DOD incidents.
They can trace the text with Mr. Peterson plays ball,
can I count on your help?
- You have a good nap, sunshine?
- You're alright?!
Option one, you can help us nail these bastards...
Option two, you can go to prison for fraud.
- So what would you be, one or two?
- Oh gee...let me think!
- Good!
- Come on, let's me bring you right back to the hotel!
I'll hold on to this till tonight...
you...stay confine to the hotel and act normal!
Normal?
Fort Meade, Maryland
NSA Headquarter
- It's Grant for you, sir!
- Coffee is cold.
- Morning, Grant!
- Hhh...afternoon, sir!
Right, now we can get this small
talk out of the way, what's our status?
- We get Peterson!
- And?
Hmm...he doesn't know anything!
Would have been playing him doing him anonymously!
- Why him, any idea?
- Not yet sir!
- When can we go 'live?
- We can be ready in....3 hours, sir!
Done, tracking protocol in 3 hours, folks!
- Someday all these will be yours!
- Really?
No!
Prague, Czech Republic
Sir!
John, I need some answers!
I'm sorry, Mr. Muller, I haven't get anything for you yet!
A man walks into my casino and nothing more than a foul...
and walks out with 3 million Euros...
If my casino is vulnerable, what about my banks?
what about my commodity operations?
I need to know that some fool with
a foul can't bring down a multi-billion empire!
- I'll find whoever is behind this.
- How just who, John, how?
Of course!
- You like Archery, John?
- I am sorry?
Archery!
I was quite an archery when I was young,
I was passionated about it.
Use to make my own arrows!
Do you know the secret of making
an arrow that would fly to the tuck?
You need strong feathers, so I bought myself a falcon.
Call him 'Apollo' after the goddam archery!
Mildly creature, beautiful, proud...magnificent feathers...
Yes, and one day, Apollo was flying
the grounds here, flying freely!
I was watching him, admiring him,
and pick up my bow and shot him...
straight through the heart,
died instantly!
Do you know why I did that, John?
To remind myself...
It's the seemingly, harmless traces we leave behind...
and later can be used to destroy us!
Feathers, John, feathers...
I think I understand!
- Follow the messengers, John, bring me the sender.
- Yes, sir.
- Yeah?
- Hi, it's Kamila.
- Wow, hi, where're you?
- See, you basically protect data from hackers.
Believe me, it's not exciting as it sounds.
Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad job, I get travel sometimes.
But why...computers?
Oh...I don't know, they are reliable,
they're always follow the programming.
- What is it, post people?
- Well, yeah!
I mean once computers tell you something,
it doesn't really hide what it means.
What?
Someone's story back from bad breaker!
Ah, beautiful enwise!
- So where're you from?
- The States.
- And bounce around a lot!
- And you live in Prague?
- Yeah, I'm studying photography in the university.
- So now you're a photographer.
Not exactly!
Well...ah...we are all in university, I guess that's all!
Oh great!
- Ah, I get to go!
- Again?
Yeah, I am sorry, I am really sorry,
can I buy you dinner later, please?
I don't know!
- I'll cook.
- You cook?
Let's do that, okay!
I'll see you later, okay!
We visualize the trace, we need 3 messages for the log!
- What if I don't get 3?
- Then we will wait until we're done!
- And then we keep following the instructions.
- Whatever they say!
Why do you even care?
It's not your money.
What about my 3 million?
Your 3 millon, yeah? I am looking right into that!
- Grant?
- Yes sir, we're ready online here.
Good, we're 'live people!
Ha...what a douche...!
VIP, Blackjack, Seat 5
Here we go.
- Target in this one active.
- Trunk line 3, negative block!
Transit trunk bubble number active source, traced and locked!
- Localisation armed.
- Plus also locked on!
Change, please!
Bet All
Second text.
- Sending SMS messages...
- Locked, and tracking SMS messages...
System is finding source origin...
- Messages are coming from inside US territory, sir!
- One more.
Bet, sir?
7, 19, 19, 13...
Card?
That was your only warning,
no more interference.
Turing the phone off again,
I'll kill you.
- We get them!
- All logout!
- Tranquilization completed.
- Call them and say come in!
- We're finding co-ordinates...
- Latitude North which in 42 and East 29.
The messages are coming from...Maryland.
- Tracking and finding final co-ordinates...
- North, 38 hours 57 minutes.
Shut it down!
All tracking system off, now!
- Abort, I say again, abort!
- Yes, sir.
Source is Echelon.
- We have an abort, pull them off now!
- Woo...woo...what do you mean abort?
Ture the phone off again-
I'LL KILL YOU.
- Let's go, Peterson.
- Hey, don't turn off the phone!
Come on.
This is bullshit, what am I suppose to tell my boss?
I don't care, them him it's classfied.
- Classfied, that's not gonna satisfied him.
- Well, it goes to your job, again!
- What's going on?
- The investigation has been terminated.
It's about Echelon, isn't it?
You always have a big month, you should keep it shut!
Both of you!
- What's Echelon?
- It's NSA central computer, filter off all global communication!
We'd been sold, we'd been seeing messages,
it's using me and NSA?
Exactly.
Alright, Echelon's been compromised.
Find out what's the hell going on.
I don't show any unauthorised data access.
Somebody get in, I need to know
how they did it, and who it was...
Well, I can monitor the input if someone is
remotely manipulating, we'll see in real time.
- Do it!
- It's gonna take us some time if we figure...
Just do it now!
Prague, Czech Republic.
Well?
Echelon is dracula, can access any
security system on the planet!
I know what's Echelon capable of,
I need to know who can hack into it.
Well, someone with some serious know how...
my guess is...foreign power or may be even an insider!
- What're their NSA's plans?
- We've get to keep a lead on this thing now...
they get the phone, so they're trying to
trace the messages without Peterson!
You said there were others who receives messages...
Yes, but the...it looks like it seems random...
Nothing's random!
Track Peterson, he leads us to who's doing this!
- What makes you think so certain about this person aldready?
- Because he hasn't dead yet!
You said the NSA is not gonna tolerate any outside investigation...
John, just keep him alive,
otherwise your're not worth the NSA to deal with!
- Who is it?
- Navy Seals, sir. We can handle themselves!
- Not exactly, his twin!
- We'll do.
There's a line aside we're doubt it'll be from a distance.
What about Reed and Peterson?
Did they know?
- They will stay quiet, sir.
- Reed I trust, Peterson I doubt.
He's still scare to be a threat, I guarantee it!
We are ready here, sir.
Forgive me for asking, but are you sure
you don't want to use Peterson on this?
Grant, you have your orders, now follow them!
- Waiting for the order on Peterson, sir!
- Procced!
- Whoo, this was...excellent and amazying!
- Thank you!
- Oh...oh...let me help you...
- No, stay here...
- You take these photographs yourself?
- Yeah, you like them?
Yeah, yeah, they're beautiful!
That's always been my dream to live in Paris.
- Woo, what's stopping you?
- Um...reality.
It's not always look like the way you dreams.
- Ah...I can't say...
- Come on, Max, you must talk something!
I guess...um...ah...all I really want this to be useful...
And just once...you know...make a real difference.
You'll get your chance!
Ah...never been!
Ou...you're missing out, everyone
has to disappear at least once!
- What's so special, then?
- Harder to describe, really!
Tell me.
It is...ah...the way the street look...
and the life that people endears...
and the rain...
the way it takes into eye's direction...
makes everything a painting...
And it just...
- Yeah.
- Is he still there?
- Yeah!
- Good, keep him there. I'm on my way.
- And Kamila?
- Yeah.
Keep prepare for everything.
1 and a 4...could be...hm...
Have fun, my ass!
- Anything?
- Nothing.
10 AM Kaprova & Kriz....
- Krizovnicka.
- Come on, let's move it!
Target seem this one is active,
system is finding co-ordinates.
Transit trunk now bubble 4 is active!
Status...cannel 7 is active.
Negative logout.
Intercept tracer active.
Negative block.
CROSS NOW.
- It seems target just active.
- The data stream is hacking.
Morning!
- Whoa...you look beautiful.
- Hmm...
- Ah...I hope you don't mind...
- No, not at all.
- What are you reading?
- A little background on Echelon.
NSA's filtering computer.
Did you know that the NSA intercepts every
phone call we make, every e-mail and every text?
- You just said you assume that.
- Yeah, well, that was just exist now.
The upgrade that fail, we'll put a
camera in every person's home.
- Ha...okay...now you just sound paranoid.
- No, NSA actually admits it.
Look, come on.
See the upgrade would decentralise Echelon
to operate in every computer on the net.
This...would be Echelon.
No matter what you download, reading or
what you type, watching you on your webcam.
- Jesus!
- Yeah...I wish there would be no stopping it...
- unless you turn off all the computers in the world!
- A global police's sack!
Exactly, and this only fail by one vote!
I bet the vote work back in Omaha!
What?
I never said it was from Omaha.
So how'd you know that?
Kamila, look at me!
Then how do you work for?
Get down!
Stay!
Now!
Bathroom!
- Stay down.
- Ok?
He's with the girl.
Get in the back.
Are you alright?
Get him out of here. I'll be fine.
Come on.
Just go!
Sir?
- Give me some good news.
- I'm sorry, sir!
We monitor every streams...but someone's
getting in and I honestly don't know how!
- Yeah?
- I'm afraid I had some bad news, sir!
Peterson get away!
- What?
- It was a girl, she kills two of my men!
Stupid, son of the bitches!
I see you. I want Max or you die, Agent Grant.
Are you alright?
I told you not to turn off the phone, it says it's gonna kill me!
It wasn't them, alright...it's NSA.
What do we do? Do we hide?
Hide? You don't hide from these guys.
All we get to do is to figure out who's behind this...
and let's see if NSA would cut a deal.
- How we suppose to do that?
- That...that I don't know.
- Yuri...
- Woo...the cabie with the ear-piece?
Yeah...he said with my SIM he can
find out who's sending messages.
Look, I think this is a little bit out of his league.
Besides he's already skip down...
hoop on a plane back to Moscow.
- Oh I'll call.
- Hey, you're not calling anybody, alright!
One call, we'll gonna pop up on the grid.
- Fine, so we go to Moscow.
- Oh...just like that, being you, just go to Moscow.
Oh...you get a better idea? Split it out!
- I'll go myself, let me help!
- Look, you would not be alive right now...
I could not be alive if I don't
get answers soon...so stop the car!
Stop the goddamn car.
Alright.
Where the hell you think you gonna go?
They get your phone, remember?
I get your SIM card information.
Kamila clone it.
That's great! She's really want
to bother me on, didn't she!
Yeah, let's said she did.
She risks her life protecting you!
You know a lot of woman would do that for you?
Forget about Kamila.
You get me to Moscow or not?
Mueller can, but I don't know
how I can convince him to do that.
Russian cabie can do with the NSA kit?
Yuri says yes, equipment,
he's get connections...
- That's not good enough!
- Listen, that's precausion...we bought
photography modeller from the Russians.
And that the things that we don't have,
shitest Chinese and the rally don't have,
I don't know how they get it with they jive in!
Alright, may be so!
What makes you think we could trust this guy?
We could trust my help a lot more than trust your buddy from NSA!
Ok, I'll get us to Moscow.
You better be right about this.
Moscow, Russia
Sir...
Official recognition get a pick.
Moscow!
So there we're going!
Your seat belt broken, it won't fasten!
- Why you need fasten?
- 'Cause it's the law.
.........russian.........
Welcome to Moscow.
- Yes, sir?
- They're in Moscow.
Is that a B or 6?
Max GTZ650?
You come to Moscow afterall.
Who this man?
- He's cool.
- Don't look cool. What do you want?
Answers.
It's my SIM info.
- It's been you all along, hasn't it?
- Reed...
- Shut up!
It's just happen you pick Max up at the airport
knows all about his phone and offer to help him?
- I don't send messages, I swear.
- Prove it!
You'll see all this well and find
out who're sending the messages.
Reed, listen to me. We get to trust somebody.
Just give me 3 hours.
You try to run, I wll hunt you down.
Come on.
You are offen quiet.
It's just strange being here.
It was 'Cold War' centralise started up the bureau.
You and FBI with Grant?
Do you like it?
- Yeah, I did.
- So why you're leaving?
I had a big mouth.
Patriot Act was awfully millow.
Pushing straight with the safeguard with
Burke and NSA wanted the fast track for approval...
I didn't appreciate that somebody
on the inside speaking at!
So you're forced out!
Oh...he had Grant take care of that!
That's it? You just left?
- What's good at freedom of speech, we can't use it!
- You just can't leave!
- Why not?
- Reed.
Don't abstract me it's a kind of guy who
can had people's money or plot a casino!
Hey look...I'm taking care of myself!
- And what are you doing here?
- Getting paid to find out who's doing this!
- And you don't care who is this or why?
- Not even a little!
Just think you'll feel sorry for yourself.
Let's just get back, okay?
- Did you figure it out?
- Yeah!
- So who had sent out the messages?
- You won't like answers.
This is the inter input / output stream
for all the messages sent to SIM.
Box is empty.
Nobody use Echelon to send messages!
Echelon sent them itself.
You get to be kidding me? That's your explanation?
- Wait, are you saying that it's alive?
- No, just following its programming.
That's your explanation?
- I knew you wouldn't believe me.
- Yeah, you are damn right I don't believe you!
You tell me to figure to this!
This list is all Echelon intercept calls
containing SIM information and name Max Peterson.
First I sub-search for information
related to Flight 4400.
Night before you used the phone.
Echelon intercept that few analysis that Savanna Pool airport and cab.
That's result indicate fuel efficiency exceeds
maximum, but fuel provider reports normal as caused!
- Echelon knew Flight 4400 would crush.
- Yes, with probability of 94.67%.
Not buying it!
- No?
- No!
Ok, let's get better.
Their crush, Echelon intercept SMS,
sender was Chairman of Board of their corporation.
Recipient was Li Lin Chao, director of Syzor.
Message by the read:
"Congratulations, our board has ratified your bid."
- So Echelon intercepts SMS for a little insider's trading.
- Precisely!
Big deal? Anyone with access Echelon could have done that!
May be so! But only computer could have known that
tip by casino and high pay slot could pay off in one night!
- And the Blackjack tables?
- Simple card counting!
It's just watch the table, and calculate
probability of Blackjack or...
No one can count that fast!
Echelon could access any security cameras in the world...
Nobody to use Echelon to send messages!
Echelon sent them itself!
- So, if Max has phone, it has Max.
- But why me?
What so special about me?
Shit!
- How do we get out of here?
- This stairway, hurry!
Stairway!
No!
- FBI crash course?
- Brooklyn childhood.
Fuck this!
Look for map.
Ah...it's in Cyrillisch.
- Left or right?
- I don't know!
- Left or right? Left or right?
- Left!
- I mean right.
- Great!
Hold on.
- Reed, let's talk.
- Alright, Grant, I'll start.
- Jackass, I wasn't trying to kill you!
- Grab his another gun, it's on his ankle.
- I can prove.
- Easy.
I see you
I want Max
or you die
Agent Grant.
Shit, alright, on your feet, Grant.
Let's go, move it! Come on!
I see you, I want Max.
I need you.
It'll only deal with you,
not even Burke can touch you now!
Yeah? Funny way of showing it!
- Until resumes contact, we stuck on...
- What do mean, it?
We believe that Echelon may be sending the messages itself.
Will you help us, Peterson?
Will you help us?
- Can I trust you?
- Of course, you can trust me.
- I said: "Can I trust you?"
- Whoo...Max, what are you doing?
- Can I trust you?
- Quit fucking around, man!
You can trust me.
You know what?
- I believe you, sunshine!
- Give me that gun, damn thing.
That was loud.
What does it say?
What the hell is that means?
"Welcome back, Mr. Peterson.
Go to 68113. Acct 2T9"
It's a zip code, it's just
a first installation I did.
In Omaha.
North Atlantic
Sir, the NSA had uploaded the
informations on the Omaha facility.
- Are we set up?
- Yes, we are coordinating with local SWAT.
Good!
The facility is a converted hang aboard
by start-up planning release bandwidth.
That ring a bell?
I remember it's a strange building, house serverings.
Eventually for potential clients.
The company will sold it for auction before it even open.
The place hasn't been an entrance since time of sale.
We're still trying to locate the counter owner.
- What you do there?
- Same thing I'll always do.
- Install Bios level fail safe circuitrie!
- Bios what?
- Password protection!
- I'm impressed!
Always thought you were a little stupid!
You means stupid like, build a computer
then, knows absolutely everything?
And lose control of it?
Omaha, Nebraska
- Special Agent Grant, FBI. Are you ready?
- It's about, sir!
- All clear!
- We'll take over from here.
- Activate the grip.
- Yes, sir!
Ok, now what?
- Authorize Bios? You know how to do that?
- Yeah!
- Sir, we get the next text message: 'Authorize Bios'.
- Hang on!
What the hell is 'Authorize Bios'?
It opens the server for access so outside data can get in.
Why would they want that?
I don't know, but it will allow to see what's on the servers.
Are you sure you want to opening up a pan door box of virus?
No sir. They can preventing any existing
files and drives from getting in.
Grant...
- Do it.
- Yes, sir!
Turn it on!
Yeah!
Yeah, try not to fuck it up, Max.
So far so good!
Alright, I use my admin for password!
Are you ready?
Do it.
Step back, Peterson.
What do we have?
- Nothing, sir!
- No, check again!
I'm positive.
Command search for boot up filmware,
the drive was formatted, but...
I don't see any data.
Try hold, people!
Everybody out!
Sir? I'm seeing an outbreak of copy routie.
A massive outflow.
I'll get it.
We finally track down the guy who owned this place!
Great, now get him on the line.
- That's gonna be difficult, he's dead!
- What?
Stuart Wallace.
- Get your man out of here, we'll catch up!
- Alright, you'll get it.
Let's go!
- Who's Stuart Wallace?
- He's a realtor.
- His credit card bought your phone!
- One of the other recipients!
I had a bad feeling about this.
Hey, Max!
- Echelon is moving in.
- What's going on?
- Where's it going?
- Looks like...
Nebraska.
- Do a goddamn reboot.
- We can't.
- What?
- It's no longer here, sir!
Echelon is gone.
Are you trying to tell me our multi-million
dollar programme just get up and left?
On his own?
What the hell are you looking at?
Alright, that's why he picked you and...want it
to move...and you were the only one with the key...
Yes, but get out and pass NSA firewalls, what it needed...
- Someone at the Pentagon.
- Right.
Ok, why is it even needed to leave NSA at all,
what could possibly do it here that couldn't do there?
Echelon Upgrade
- Now here's your answer.
- What is it?
Sir, come take a look at this.
- Now what?
- It's...upgrading itself!
The upgrade?
The Congress went a long way,
so it's giving it to itself.
- It couldn't do that in NSA, could it?
- No, it is a temporary house.
Long enough to take bridge into every computers on the net.
- How could we stop it?
- Shut it down!
- Don't try it!
- What's that?
Looks like...financial records.
Oh, my God!
It's taking entire country's money as hostage.
Of course, 4 recipients work the hacks on us...right...
and launch credit data to the facility in the country...
- Make sense!
- So if we turn it off, or we blow this place...
- will it lose everything?
- No...no...no...hold on, if I could get
around our security fail-safe, somehow...
I might be able to stop the
upgrade without losing the money.
- Get to it.
- Alright.
Alright, Max, come one!
Exactly, you know it.
Ok, I'll you Tuesday. You too, sir!
And thank you, Mr. president.
- Ah...it's Grant for you, sir.
- The coffee is cold.
- Grant?
- Sir, it's get it by the ball, he's trying
to find a safe way to shut it down.
Shut it down?
Why the hell would I do that?
ACCESS DENIED
- Shit!
Listen to me.
Last week one liberal senator switches our vote the last minute
and mob ball the greatest surveillance tool ever created.
Now we are just 10 minutes away from realising
the greatest security advance in my lifetime...
And you want to shut it down?
Sir, if we do this, we wouldn't have security, it will!
Look I'll be lying if I said I thought this
house is gonna go down, but the bottom line is...
the president wants this,
I want this!
And the country will be saver with this,
so end of story!
Let me try talking to him.
- Burke, this is Reed.
- Reed.
- I am sorry you get caught in the crossfire on this one.
- Yeah, I'm sure you are!
Have you thought of the consequences,
this thing had killed 4 people already!
Which is unfortunate.
But Spencer assures me its mulfunctioning...
because it hasn't been permitted
to follow it's original programming.
Getting up the upgrade will cure that!
- Once it installed, you have no control of it.
- We are at war, Reed!
It's the computer act to the liberation, as small price to pay!
Anyway we programme it, it's on our side!
Don't bet on that!
ACCESS DENIED
Damn it.
Peterson thinks he can shut it down without
losing any of the money, and I'm going to let him!
You're forgetting yourself, Mister!
You do not have the authority!
But I do!
Sorry, sir. I have to get strong on this!
Say that again, Grant.
And this time choose your word very carefully.
Yes, sir. I'm authorising Peterson to shut it down.
If your son might touch one key on that computer
so help me God I've you hall up in treason
and watch your ass hung in the public square...
You understand me?
Do you?
We'll see who hang soon!
So how long you figure we have till they come back?
SWAT local, Burke wouldn't want any witnesses.
But my men...my foreman men...few minutes!
What kind of artillery you get in this wagen?
Welcome back, baby!
Fletcher.
Are you sure, sir? Alright!
- What are you doing, Max? Any progress?
- Ah...not yet!
Take your sweet time.
- Can you hear me?
- Yes.
I've ordered to take this building
by forece if necessary!
- I need you to stand down.
- I can't do that.
So what is your basic demand means?
To protect the National Security of the United States.
National Security?
- Sir, I need to you throw down your weapons.
- Sorry I can't do that.
Defining "The United States".
In nation of citizens with freedoms,
protected by the Constitution!
Ok...so...per your mandate...you must defend
the freedom of the Unit States' citizens?
Yes.
Damn it, Grant, don't make me do this!
And...any threat to that freedom...must be eliminated?
Yes!
Search all Articles for syllables 2330...
This is your last chance.
Now, come one...come on...hurry up!
Come on! Come on...what takes it so long?
Let's go, Max. We can't hold them all that!
Hold on!
Come on, get it already!
Come on.
More, more!
Echelon is a threat to freedom.
TRANSFER COMPLETE
DO YOU WISH TO INSTALL ECHELON UPGRADE?
I did it!
Shutting Down!
- Oh, shit!
- I did it!
Don't move!
Get 'em out of here!
Fort Meade, Maryland
NSA Headquarter
No, Mr. President.
Echelon is completely offline until we figure
out a way to solve the mulfunction...
Of course not!
Yes, sir, I understand you can.
Yes, sir. It is entirely my responsibility!
Goodbye, Mr. President.
- Your car is waiting, sir!
- Where's first?
The Senate and Intelligence Oversight Committee.
Do you know 3 most important words in politics?
No, sir!
Don't get caught!
PROBLEM SOLVED!
Alright, let's go, Peterson.
- Here he is!
- So they are not pressing charges?
They're really don't want the
public to hear 'bout this one.
Ah...do me a favor. Keep your
month shut this time, please!
And...who paid our bail?
Ah...nobody special, just somebody
who took a bullet from you!
Hey!
So what do you think? You gonna come back?
I don't know, may be!
If I can get my old office back!
- Oh...what old office?
- That old office at the corner with the view?
Oh...you mean mine?
- Thanks to get us out.
- Not me, Mueller.
He's a hard man to say 'NO' to, especially
he wants to keep the story out of front page.
- He set you all the way to tell me that?
- And give you this.
He says you deserve this.
"Bank Suisse
Incoming Transfer - Max Peterson:
3 million Euro."
- Ah...I don't know what to say!
- Just say...you'll stay out of casino.
- When are you heading back?
- Tonight!
I'm gonna need a detour!
Where?
Paris.
Well the cheques in Euro.
I just figure where's a good place to cash in?
That a "Yes"?
- Is it...?
Congrats Max! Say hi to mother.
- Yuri.
- Who's Yuri?
Moscow, Russia
The Kremlin
Captain?
What?
I congratulate you, Major!
It was a real threat to the world,
but you took care of it.
Soon they will restore it
or will invent something else.
Of course... of course...
However, for this reason we exist.
At least this time they made sure that not
everything that man creates is good for them.
It seems that today we were able to convince
the Americans to take the right decision.
Yes.
I'd like to...believe in it.