* One... take control of me?
* You're messin' with the enemy *
* Said it's two, it's another trick *
* Messin' with my mind, I wake up *
* Chase down an empty street
* Blindly snap the broken beats *
* Said it's gone with the dirty trick... *
Only when you are already late.
* I tell you I want you
* I tell you I need you
* Friends, take control of me
* Stalking cross the gallery... *
(remote beeps, explosion thunders)
That was just to show you that I could.
Hey, put that down!
I'm a speed dial away. from collapsing this bridge.
Hey... what's it going to take
for that not to happen?
* I tell you I want you
* I tell you I need you
* I tell you I want you....
Hey.
So what's up? He asked for me?
You and Charlie.
No coincidence I was driving across
that bridge today.
CHARLIE: Hey, Don. What's going on?
I don't know, you got me.
But we're going to find out.
(phone ringing)
This is Agent Don Eppes.
What was your junior year batting average?
What was my junior year batting average?
.293.
That would be your brother.
I'd really like to meet him.
All right, well,
we can work that out.
Why don't you just come on in?
Professor Eppes is out here in seven minutes...
or the next bomb goes off.
What?
What do we got? We have C4
with cell phone detonators--
I saw the same setup in Tel Aviv.
His placement
indicates a solid understanding
of structural mechanics.
- See those metal ribs? - Uh-huh.
They support the arch--
if he takes out enough of them,
the arch is going to collapse,
and it's gonna bring the entire bridge down with it.
DAVID: And our jammer doesn't have the range, but if we knew
what service he was on, we'd be able
to shut down a whole grid of towers.
COLBY: And the only way
to figure that out would be to get a closer look
at the cell phones on the bombs.
David, you want to take a little climb?
Yeah, bridge didn't kill me once today--
might as well give it
- another shot. - DON: Careful there, huh?
So... you know I'm always happy to help you, right?
What, a face-to-face with this guy cross the line?
Frankly, yeah.
(treads clattering)
K Level thinking... good.
You might keep up.
Just try to find out what he wants.
Ask him why he asked for you and me.
Sorry, sir, you have us at a loss.
Have I met you before?
No.
But I'm an ardent admirer of your work--
the Eppes Convergence.
"The more you read and learn,
the less your adversary will know."
- I'm sorry? - Ah, that's...
that's The Art of War. That's Sun Tzu.
Very good.
Each time you answer a question correctly,
I'll throw away a phone.
Each time you're wrong, I'll detonate a bomb.
How many questions do you suppose you can afford
to get wrong?
Uh, before the bridge collapses?
Six.
They will get harder.
(coughs)
In 1972,
when the Merkle-Hellman
knapsack algorithm was published--
1978.
Francis Bacon posited
four obstructions to the scientific method.
The Idols of the Mind:
The cave...
The theatre...
The tribe...
The... um...
(speed-dial beeping)
...the marketplace, damn it!
You didn't give me enough time!
I'm not just testing your mind,
I'm testing your heart.
I'm going to give over my life's work to you people.
What work? What are we talking about here?
When the inventor of the chessboard
sold his creation to a king,
he asked for a single grain of wheat for the first square,
two for the second, four for the third,
doubling the amount each time--
How many grains of wheat was the inventor asking for?
It's the wheat and chessboard problem--
It's two to the 64th, minus one.
It's... too easy a question.
He's on VeraCell.
TECH: I need every VeraCell tower
on a grid within five miles
of the Sixth Street bridge shut down now.
I would give you more time, if I had it, Professor.
(coughing): Everyone deserves more time.
CHARLIE: All right, I mean...
I can't be totally sure about this.
Well, it's all we got-- do it.
18 quintillion...
446 quadrillion...
744 trillion...
73 billion...
799 million...
551,000...
six hundred and fifteen.
No.
That's not right.
Yes, it is.
Aw, come on.
Why don't you tell me what the answer is.
I've given you everything you need.
(speed-dial beeps, then alarm beeps)
VeraCell cell grid is down.
Towers are down.
Come on, let's go!
DON: Get down on your knees!
It's over! Get down on your knees!
Get down!
If you find the Janus List, trust it!
Get down!
Hey.
What do you got there, a smoothie?
- Pepto Bismol. - Oh, yeah.
Oh, buddy, come on, you got to give yourself a break.
Look, you did the best you could, all right?
I was right about the wheat and chessboard problem.
Your bomber's got third-degree burns,
shotgun wounds to the lungs, stomach--
ICU says it's a matter of when, not if.
When'd you get back?
Just this morning. Nice to see you.
You know about Larry, that he's...?
In a monastery.
I got a note underneath my door in really nice calligraphy.
How'd your assignment go?
Or maybe I'm not supposed to know.
The prints I.D.'d your guy as Taylor Ashby.
He has dual citizenship between
us and the Brits, and he worked for a company called Blackrain.
It's like a Halliburton of international intelligence.
Like, what kind of stuff?
Our CIA asked their director
for a first look at whatever they find.
You know, he said a lot of cryptic things
about his life's work.
He was testing us-- K level thinking.
MEGAN: He's a narcissist.
Goes along with a sociopathic personality.
Guy organized this whole thing
as just like an elaborate suicide note.
DON: Yeah, but I mean, this isn't some freak with a grenade.
This guy went to a lot of trouble, makes no demands.
He did make one demand.
To talk with us.
(British accent): There are over a thousand
foreign operatives on your soil.
Since 9/11, with your resources diverted to fighting terrorism,
much of the monitoring has been outsourced.
I don't know whether
spy craft attracts disturbed personalities or makes us.
Ashby was a spy?
Well, that's stretching things.
In his heyday, he was a fairly skilled cryptographer.
I hired him after MI-6
made him redundant.
British Intelligence fired him?
Cryptography has become the province
of 25-year-old mathematics prodigies.
Poor old Ashby
couldn't make the transition
from invisible ink and microfilm.
Then what'd he do for you?
Data analysis.
Tell the truth, though, I, uh...
I think I hired him because I felt sorry for him.
30 years
serving his country, he deserved better
than a cold water flat in the East End.
He screamed something about a Janus List.
(groans)
It's an old spy fiction.
A master list of double agents and traitors.
Janus, the two-faced Roman god.
But how do you know it's a fiction?
You know what they give you
when you get killed in our line of duty?
An anonymous star
on a blank wall.
Taylor Ashby was an old, lonely man.
My guess is that what he couldn't achieve in life,
he could pretend to have in death.
ASHBY: Each time you answer a question correctly,
I'll throw away a phone.
Each time you're wrong, I'll detonate a bomb.
You're not supposed to be looking at that.
You're not supposed to leave it lying around.
Oxford.
First class honors in English Lit,
dissertation on Shakespeare.
No, he chose us for a...
he chose me for a reason.
You know, nothing he did seemed rash
or... or unpremeditated.
Francis Bacon posited four...
You know, a lot of people think
that Francis Bacon was the real Shakespeare.
That he hid codes in the prose of his plays
that reveal him to be the true author of the works.
Supposedly, there was even an inscription
on a bust of Shakespeare that used a code of letter-shapes.
Right, the Bacon Ci...
the Bacon Cipher.
In their prime-- Ruth or Bonds?
Uh... Williams.
He was a war hero,
played the game clean, and no juice.
Fire alarm's crooked.
Yeah, I'd have taken Ruth.
'Cause he hit all those home runs,
and he was drunk.
(chuckles)
I got a bug here.
Really?
Looks like one of ours.
Yeah?
This one doesn't.
DAVID: Six electronic
listening devices; our techs have already I.D.'d
four of them.
We got French, Israeli, Russian...
and our very own NSA.
COLBY: And Ashby had to have known about it, too.
I mean, there's no way surveillance pros
would've scratched the switch plate
or left the fire alarm hanging loose.
So he knows who's listening and he knows how.
Obviously, he's controlling what they hear.
MEGAN: Hey, Ashby was discharged from MI-6
with a psychopathic personality disorder.
Which is right in line with what McClair said,
and the behavior out on the bridge.
Yeah, but he also said he's a nobody,
and we got half the world
bugging his apartment. What'd the NSA say?
DAVID: Same thing they always do.
They're gonna get back to us.
Well, get back to them; see if they
know anything about that, uh, Janus List.
MEGAN: I-I see there's some
unanswered questions here, but I don't really think
there's a crime to be solved.
Well, that's my decision, right?
(chuckles)
Miss this?
(laughs): More than you know.
And for the record,
what exactly were you guys thinking,
climbing out on the bridge before the bomb squad?
(chuckles): That was his big idea.
I'm not sure you can hear me, but...
that question you asked me...
I know that you know that I was correct.
You were trying to tell me something--
Bacon, Merkle-Hellman...
You were talking about code.
You were talking in code.
(monitor beeping)
(beeping accelerates)
WOMAN (on intercom): Dr. Andrew to ICU-- stat.
What's the FiO2 on the ventilator?
WOMAN: Normal-- 50%.
DOCTOR: Lungs are clear.
This makes no sense; we've got to be looking at artifacting.
Order a chest X-ray; I don't want to take any chances.
(monitor beeping)
I need a pen.
Uh, who has a pen?
WOMAN: Here you go.
Hey.
- Hey. - How's it going?
Charlie, are you kidding me?
They're gonna charge us for this.
Yeah, but listen, so see how the oxygen saturation flash
keeps cycling through the same sequence of numbers?
His finger is tapping out those numbers.
Merkle-Hellman is based in cryptography.
Francis Bacon, Bacon's Cipher...
Wait, wait, he was a cryptologist for the Brits.
I mean, that would be unbelievable
if this guy actually could
talk to you, communicate through all this.
But there are a million codes, man.
I don't know how I'm going to figure out which one he chose.
What about that one you got wrong, the chess one?
I didn't get it wrong, I got it right. What about it?
Every code has a key,
so maybe there was some reason that he was lying.
You know, the Russians
used something called...
Don't start writing on the...
...a Straddling Checkerboard.
It's a pretty simple substitution code
where the letters of a message are replaced with digits.
You start with the highest frequency letters first.
Zero, one, two, three, four, five...
...Z-K...
...Y-D-H...
J-A-N...
U-S...
"Janus poisoned me."
MEGAN: Ashby had traces of Thallium in his bloodstream.
Thallium is what Saddam used against dissidents.
They'd have a final drink with their guard
as they were released,
and seven days later, lights out.
So wait, you're saying he knew he was dying
before he got on the bridge?
So we got a homicide, not a suicide.
Thanks for not saying "I told you so."
Well, you didn't give me a chance.
Well, I don't understand, why do you think he didn't call us
or try to talk then?
Well, he knew his apartment was bugged,
he knew he'd been poisoned.
Compounded with delusions of grandeur
and a paranoid nature...
Maybe he thought it was the only way we'd take him seriously,
I guess, right?
Um, it's work.
All right, I'll talk to you later.
- Hey. - Hey.
According to the NSA,
your guy over at Blackrain is right.
This "Janus List"-- thing doesn't exist.
But McClair, he undersold Ashby's history.
Turns out this guy is a Cold War legend.
COLBY: Double and triple agent.
By the time MI-6 cut him loose,
nobody knew which side he was playing for.
Yeah, and those wire taps?
They turned them over after we threatened
to sell their bug to the Russians.
But look what we turned up.
ASHBY: This line isn't clean.
MAN: By the time anyone reads
this transcript, I'm in Beijing.
I want money.
Dwayne Carter.
That conversation happened two hours
before we busted him trying to leave the country.
Last time I heard,
they were keeping him at an army base for safekeeping.
- So I can track him down. - Not alone.
Are you kidding me? You still don't trust me?
You covered for the guy.
Don, as soon as I found out he was working
for the Chinese, I took him down.
Whatever happened,
I've logged some serious time with this guy in Afghanistan.
If he's going to open up to anybody,
- it's going to be to me. - You go with him.
DAVID: Taylor Ashby.
I heard he's dying.
How'd you hear that?
(laughs)
When you tried to get to China, Dwayne,
you called him, asked for money.
Ashby tried to deal himself back into the big game.
Use his position at Blackrain
to become an information clearinghouse.
Any time I came across something the Chinese wouldn't miss,
I'd sell it off to him.
Names,
intercepts... junk, usually.
What did he do with it?
I didn't ask.
I gave him intel,
he gave me brown paper bags full of cash.
He ever tell you about something called the Janus List?
In the spook business, we call what I gave you "the sample."
You want the rest, you got to pay for it like everybody else.
Talk to my lawyers.
You're on your last appeal, Dwayne.
If you don't want to cooperate,
you might as well place an order for your last meal.
That easy, is it, Granger?
A man who saves your life,
you put him in jail, walk away?
You think this guy is your friend,
- you can think again. - That's enough.
'Cause the things I could tell you
about squeaky clean Colby Granger--
things we saw, things we did...
Screw you, Dwayne.
You can walk away, Granger,
but we're not done with each other yet.
He's wasting our time, David, let's go.
I saved your life!
I own it!
DON: I face off
against so many guys, Charlie.
I don't know what it is, something about this guy,
some look in his eyes.
A remarkable mind...
accounting for David's travel path, constructing a code
- to tell us he was poisoned. - Amazing.
While he's dying, you know?
I think he did it to tell us something
that we wouldn't have believed any other way.
Yeah, so what is it?
They all say that Janus List doesn't exist.
You know what I'm wondering is why us?
He knew everything about us:
the Eppes Convergence,
- your batting average. - So what...
- Hey, Amita. - Hi.
How're you doing?
All of the books you asked for.
Plus another two on Francis Bacon that I really like.
Merkle-Hellman's knapsack algorithm...
You know, I wondered about that.
I mean, if Ashby was a cryptographer,
wouldn't he have known that Merkle-Hellman's
encryption has been broken?
He wanted us to break it.
Don, think of everything that happened on that bridge.
Everything he did and everything he said
as things you would pack with you on a trip,
but you have a single knapsack that can hold only 30 pounds.
Each item has a value and a weight to it.
Your challenge is to take the greatest value
within the specified weight.
In combinatorics,
we call it a "knapsack algorithm."
So what if every number he gave us,
every question he asked...
had a specific function?
A specific value?
Like my batting average.
Right, which was, uh, .293.
Then he asked us
how many bombs it would take to take down the bridge,
and that was six.
- Uh-huh. - Merkle-Hellman was 1978,
- but he said '72. - '72.
64 chess squares.
And the answer to the problem.
(mouthing)
DON: All right, so?
The Straddling Checkerboard code.
Man, he thought he was going to die on that bridge.
He had no idea
he would use it in the hospital,
so what if...?
Wait, check this out.
NaomiVaughn@laledger.org.
NAOMI: Five times a week somebody calls me
and tells me they have my Pulitzer story.
Taylor was number six.
And what was he offering?
An expose on international intelligence.
He felt that so much work was being outsourced
that these multinational companies were spying
on two and three competing sides at the same time.
Like Blackrain International.
He said he had a list of spies.
The Janus List?
Yeah.
Ms. Vaughn,
I'm gonna ask you if I can see your notes
and correspondence, whatever you have.
Ask or tell?
Whatever makes you feel better
about handing them over.
What you got there, Donny?
Oh, it's an MI-6 file.
It's like a book.
It's amazing.
This guy Ashby crossed the Berlin Wall four times.
He was interrogated by the GRU, KGB...
That's something, huh?
Guy like this risks his life for 30 years,
and nobody cares, you know?
Nobody's going to read this stuff.
This really you?
Don Eppes empathizing with a lunatic
who tried to blow up a bridge?
I can understand how you wonder, is it
worth it?
Do any of us make a difference?
Yeah.
Gets harder as you get older.
(phone ringing)
(sighs)
Hey, where are you at?
CHARLIE: Still at the hospital.
There's just some work on the window
I need to copy down before they clean it, so, uh...
Uh, where'd the security guard go?
Fight broke out in the E.R.
What are you talking about?
Uh, the security guard posted with Ashby is gone.
I guess there was a fight downstairs?
Wait. He left his post?
Charlie, you get security in there
right away, okay? I'm on my way.
Okay, all right.
Um... how do I get a dial tone?
There's no dial tone?
Uh, hey, listen,
Lois, we need to get this patient
out of here right now.
That's impossible.
Someone has already tried to poison this man,
and they may very well be coming to kill him right now.
So I am an FBI...
You know, I work for the FBI.
Can't you protect him?
Well, uh, actually, I'm a mathematician.
No one uses these tunnels anymore.
They were built as bomb shelters
during World War II, but with the earthquakes around here,
you're better off taking your chances above ground.
Few people realize that most deaths from an earthquake
occur afterwards from fire, ruptured gas lines.
Sorry. Nervous energy.
No signal.
Hey, in here.
(latch clicks)
(beeping)
Are you familiar with Lorentz's Force Law?
(beep, buzzing)
Guess not.
5:00 Coffee Barn in Westwood?
No, that won't be a problem.
On second thought, we might need to put that on hold.
Let me get back to you.
Someone just tried to kill Taylor Ashby.
Hey, look, I gave you guys
everything I had-- all my notes, my e-mails.
If we could find you, whoever came after Ashby
might be able to, as well.
We think it would be best if you were
under protective custody at this point in time, ma'am.
- Do I have a choice? - No.
Charlie?
Hey.
How are you?
Dad, I risked my life for a dying man.
I mean, that's not me.
I acted recklessly
against my own instinct for self-preservation.
And yet, in a weird way,
I have never felt more...
empowered.
You sound like Don.
You know, a mind this brilliant deserves
to know that it didn't die in vain.
That it didn't live in vain.
AMITA: Charlie!
I'm fine. (gasps)
- I'm fine. - Oh.
Chopper's not coming.
Really?
Why not? Because we just arrested
the guy you paid to kill Ashby.
Yeah, that'd be two days before the Thallium
and the burns would have done him in.
I kept that old man on the payroll for ten years,
and he repaid me by compiling a Janus List.
Look, it's nothing personal.
You almost got
my brother killed with all your cloak and dagger crap.
Well, we had no reason to think he'd still be there.
This is bigger than him.
It's bigger than all of us.
A Janus List is not some random collection of spies.
It's a carefully selected group of pressure points
designed to cripple intelligence operations.
Why is it no one thinks the list even exists?
Who's going to take that risk?
I'm not.
Your government isn't.
Why am I not wearing handcuffs?
Because the State Department has already told you not
to arrest me.
And, uh, just for the record, I didn't poison Ashby.
But if he had compiled
a Janus List, and if he talked to a reporter about it,
then we're all better off when he can't talk anymore.
We're not done, you and I.
Really?
You can't even stop a helicopter from landing in your own city.
Uh, looks quiet.
There's no cars unaccounted for.
Nobody on the beach.
Hey, we're really sorry about the inconvenience.
We wouldn't have done this if we didn't think
it was absolutely necessary.
I don't understand what's going on.
You grab me off the street, you take away my cell phone...
COLBY: Well, that's for your safety.
Somebody could zero in on your GPS chip.
Well, so far, the only people
threatening my well-being are you people.
Perhaps you don't respect the rights
that the Constitution extends to reporters
or to citizens, for that matter.
MEGAN: Hey, my heart bleeds for the hair appointment
you're going to miss and the date you're not going
to get tonight, but assuming you know how I feel
about the Constitution just makes you look stupid.
Wow.
I think I preferred the sarcastic
yet still friendly Megan.
That side of you actually just scared me a little bit.
Hey, are you all right?
Yeah. Sorry.
You know, swearing an oath to the FBI was the first time
in my life I... I ever felt like I was a part of something.
I felt good, you know?
I-I liked what I was doing.
Past tense?
Let's just say
the past six weeks put some beliefs to the test,
and I'm not sure that I passed.
Well, you may be talking
to the wrong guy.
I come from five generations
of duty, honor, following orders.
Yeah? Whose orders were you following
when you went out on that bridge?
Something's going on with you, Colby.
David told me what happened with Carter.
Yeah, well, me and Dwayne is...
I mean, it's complicated.
Why? Because he saved your life?
Among other things.
Everything just seems complicated now.
Just the two?
Just the two.
Only one we need alive is the reporter.
- Hey. - Hey.
Hey, how's Ashby?
He's still alive. I mean, they don't know why.
I don't know what it is about the guy-- it's like I feel...
Feel obligated to see
his work through, right?
Yeah. Why do you think? 'Cause he picked us?
Maybe it makes you think what will my life come down to?
A couple of papers, a few ideas?
He's smart, huh?
Yeah.
Like your kind of smart?
Yeah.
It's amazing how you guys see things.
You know, how you spin them.
Hey, we got
- a wireframe of the bridge? - Yeah.
(computer trilling)
Can-Can you just spin it?
(computer trilling)
Can I use this thing?
Yeah, sure.
DON: There were explosives here...
here...
and here.
Can you show me more of a side view?
(typing, computer trilling)
And more explosives
here, here, here and here.
Can you turn it, like, uh, 90 degrees?
(computer trilling)
Yeah, that's it.
How are you seeing this?
I don't know. It's just coming to me.
Is that the face that I make when I...?
It's G-A-B-C-D-E-F
...sharp.
See, I paid attention during piano lessons.
That's the G major scale.
What do you think it means?
Well, I don't know.
You can't expect me to know everything, right?
DAVID: Pending your cooperation,
the U.S. Attorney has agreed to drop you
as a top security risk.
Takes the needle out of your arm.
Life imprisonment-- that's the best you guys can do?
Live long enough, Dwayne,
maybe somebody's going to change their attitude toward treason.
Who poisoned Ashby?
The Chinese. No.
The Israelis, the Russians,
the Brits-- take your pick.
See you before you die, Dwayne.
You were right.
Ashby was building a Janus List.
I sold him three names. I was going
to sell him a fourth when you guys busted me.
Building it?
Yeah, he said someone would, sooner or later,
and if he could figure it out, he could keep it safe.
The man was brilliant,
but he was a head case.
Where's the list, Carter?
You think he told me?
(scoffs)
I'm probably on it.
All I know is, a lot of people would like
to see that list disappear, including anybody on it.
But none of them would have chosen slow-acting poison.
You're saying somebody wants the list to be found?
Hey, Sinclair?
When you see Granger, tell him...
Yeah, tell him I was a much better friend
than he gave me credit for.
What does that mean, Dwayne?
He'll know.
And if he doesn't, the hell with him, anyway.
I'm gonna go to bed.
Can I lock the door or is that a breach of protocol?
No, that's fine.
I have a clear line of sight to the bedroom from the balcony.
I'll keep my clothes on, then.
Lights are on next door.
- I have no cell service. - COLBY: No, no, no.
They've jammed the phones; we got no power.
Get into the bathroom,
lay down in the tub.
It's made of granite; it'll protect you.
We have a grand piano.
(piano playing ascending scale)
And an organ.
(organ playing ascending scale)
Hey. So, we've tried 18 musical ciphers...
Right.
CHARLIE: ...converting to tablature...
Mm-hmm.
...even frequencies for each note...
You know what? I think we're just reaching.
I mean, we're getting too far
away from the facts with all this.
Yeah, I think so, too.
Ashby gave us all our answers here.
DON: Right.
And here.
(cell phone ringing)
Hey.
DAVID: Colby's not picking up
on the safe house land line or his cell phone.
I'm on my way.
- I'll meet you up there, okay? - All right.
(siren blaring)
Come on... pick up.
They have night vision.
Everything Ashby said...
everything, every choice he made
has a meaning and a second meaning.
Except Francis Bacon and the Sun Tzu quote.
Right.
"The more you read and learn,
the less your adversary will know."
All right, lay down cover, I'll go move Naomi.
Got it.
CHARLIE: These numbers gave us
Naomi Vaughn's e-mail address,
and we assumed that he was pointing us toward her.
But what if
he was being literal.
Pull up his e-mails to her again.
Yeah, see...?
Okay, see this?
Why...
Why is this e-mail three times bigger than the others?
(siren blaring)
I don't know. It's probably some excess code.
Okay, so, can you, um...?
Wait a minute!
Stop! Stop-stop-stop-stop!
Francis Bacon-- Bacon Cipher.
In which each letter is represented by a combination
of five A's and B's
from which he encoded and decoded messages.
A's and B's...
For ones and zeros.
Yeah.
Good.
And-And-And-And then, and then...
Yeah.
"Janus is in your mailbox."
All he had to do was hack into her voice mail
and set up a second account, which she wouldn't know about,
which she couldn't access without...
NAOMI'S VOICE: You've reached the voice mailbox
of Naomi Vaughn.
Without G-A-B-C-D-E-F
and "sharp."
ASHBY'S VOICE: Welcome to the Janus List.
The following people have been co-opted.
If all are exposed, the infrastructure
of two intelligence networks will collapse.
MI-6 Agent Richard Collins of the UK, by the Russians;
Russian SVR Agent Andrei Gorelov,
by the South Koreans...
French Secret Service Agent Laurent Dassin...
You all right?
- ...by the United States... - Yeah.
- Where's Colby? - In the bedroom.
United States Counter Intelligence Agent
Dwayne Carter...
Colby!
...by the Chinese;
United States FBI Agent
Colby Granger, also by the Chinese.
(helicopter flying overhead)
Colby!
Stop right there.
Come this way now, with me.
Here you go.
(handcuffs clicking)
Some old man makes things up and leaves them in a voice mail,
just like that, and you're gonna believe him over me?
Where were you taking Naomi Vaughn?
I was moving her out of
the fire zone.
Oh, and leaving Megan there, huh?
You knew you were on the list; you were gonna kill her.
No, Don...
We got six countries with bugs in Ashby's apartment,
but no Chinese-- why's that?
(Don chuckles)
You know what we're gonna do.
Tomorrow morning, we're gonna start
picking through your miserable life.
We're gonna look at your bank account,
your credit cards and your dirty laundry,
the whole nine yards.
Are you really gonna waste
more of our time?
All right.
The Chinese bug was in the sofa cushion,
where I put it two years ago.
Oh, my God.
I pulled it when David was in the kitchen.
DON: You understand what you're saying?
COLBY: Nothing you don't already know.
Nothing everybody's not gonna know tomorrow.
David, David, David, David...
Relax.
How long you been lying to us?
From the beginning, David. That's what a spy does.
Oh, a spy?
You're not a spy.
You're a damn traitor!
All that crap about serving your country!
Come on. Look, get out of here.
Just get out.
And what was that the other day
on the bridge? You weren't trying
to save Ashby, were you?
You were trying to buy time
for yourself.
Who poisoned him?
Who gained?
(siren blaring)
FBI.
Let go of that prisoner right now.
CIA's gonna handle all this now.
Yeah, and this is a legal document signed by
- the Attorney General. - Wait!
- Wait! We had a deal. - Uh-uh.
We had a deal. I'm supposed to be traded to the Chinese.
You do something.
Yeah, you had a pretty slick deal, didn't you?
You had Ashby poisoned from inside prison,
you exposed the Janus List,
and then you let all hell break loose,
and now you're gonna make yourself useful.
Yeah, bargaining down your threat assessment
so you could be traded back to Beijing.
Who the hell told you that?
You son of a bitch.
Nine months.
Nine months, I don't say a word about you.
You give me up in five minutes?
You tried to have me killed.
No.
I tried to have Naomi Vaughn killed--
something you should've done for me!
Just shut up, Dwayne.
(laughing)
Can't believe this has happened.
I don't think I can do this anymore.
(steady beeping)
(flatline tone)
(alarm beeping)
CHARLIE: He built that Janus list
so that he could matter again.
And that's what killed him.
I think this is probably the way he wanted to go out--
back in action, not... (clears throat)
not sitting behind some desk somewhere.
Well, he was pretty spectacular behind that desk.
That's an amazing mind.
Made him tough.
Made him... brave.
Brave in the face of danger.
In the face of death.
* What a day to be alive...
* What a day to realize...
Come on.
* I'm not dead...
ALAN: You know, the more I think about this
Mr. Ashby-- how much you've told me about him--
the more I feel like I knew him.
DON: Tell me about it.
Took two of us to understand one of him.
"Light many lamps and gather round his bed.
"Lend him your eyes, warm blood and will to live.
"But Death replied,
"'I choose him.'
"So he went, and there was silence in the summer night.
"Silence and safety, and the veils of sleep.
And then, far away, the thudding of the guns."
Yeah, I like that.
When it's your time, just go in peace, huh?
(glasses clinking)
* What a wonderful life now...
See, to me, I think,
I think it's more about
having to face a new fight tomorrow.
So rest while you can.
* What a day to say good-bye... *
You know, this proves something
your mother and I always knew about you two.
What's that?
You're both right.
* Bring on the evening hours
* I cry
* Bring on the evidence
* Of my life.