Alkali Air, Flight 643,
I have you on approach, heading 1-7-5 at 4,000 feet.
Curto Air
272, proceed to 3,000 at 2-4-0.
Essence Air 515, on final approach
to runway 3-1.
ESSENCE AIR PILOT (over radio): Affirmative, Metro.
Final approach.
(system beeps)
Uh, boss, I think I just had my whole system wink at me.
What are you talking about?
Everything went away, and then it came back.
Well, it's fine now.
(system beeping)
Oh, man.
I saw that.
Remember who was where?
No. I don't think so.
I had three planes incoming, and one in final.
I lost all their positions.
Whatever your screen had, mine caught it.
My screen just went blank.
I got nothing.
It's like it's playing with us.
Weird.
This has to be us, right?
Uh, it's not like the planes are changing course.
SUPERVISOR: I don't know what's going on.
Reroute all planes out.
Move everyone away from their approach route.
Alkalai Air, Flight 643. Right now.
Vector right to 1-0-0.
We are rerouting you to JFK immediately.
Vector right...
FAA.
This is Metro air traffic control tower.
We've got an emergency.
JB 12-7-4, we're handing you off to...
Curto Air 272, vector right to...
Come on, get them out of there.
Hustle. Uh, vector right to 2-7-0.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Traffic, traffic.
Descend, descend.
PILOT: Traffic collision avoidance system is going off.
CURTO AIR PILOT: T-CAS is reporting traffic
in front of me. Who is that?
Is that you, 643?
Metro, what's happening? Curto, listen to me.
I need you to take your own corrective action.
We are blind in the tower.
Repeat, we are blind in the tower.
They're gonna collide.
Uh, tower, roger that.
We're dropping to... hundred feet.
(static crackles)
(overlapping radio chatter)
I've got planes. AUTOMATED VOICE: Zero conflict.
ALKALI AIR PILOT: Don't know if you guys can still hear us,
but we just missed 272.
I think we're clear now.
We can hear you, and we can see you, too.
Nice work, 643.
All planes, reroute
to JFK, John F. Kennedy and Echo Whiskey Romeo.
Metro is closed for business.
What time does this shift get over?
I want to go to church.
Sarah, what are you doing?
I thought it'd be more fun to tell you when you were awake.
Tell me what?
(whispers): You did a bad thing.
What are you talking about?
We've got a bat in the bat cave.
(laughs): Kiss me, stupid.
(loud crash)
Go, go, go! Clear!
(agents shouting)
FBI. Let me see your hands!
Don't move!
You heard him, let's see your hands!
Hands, now!
(overlapping shouting)
Thanks for agreeing to meet.
I guess I got the right bench.
No cell phone, right?
No purse.
(exhales)
I like to meet in open places.
I worry about surveillance.
Much harder to pull off in open spaces.
At least, before cell phones.
Hear that?
I'm sorry, I don't.
No planes.
The enormity of it.
Grounding all air traffic all over North America.
We're going to finally open up the airports tomorrow morning.
You'll be hearing about that soon.
Is that what this is about?
Is that why you asked to meet with me?
Mm-hmm.
We caught the guy.
You'll be hearing about that, too.
Computer hacker out of Brooklyn.
What can I do for you?
Flanigan.
William Flanigan.
Assistant United States Attorney.
Nice to meet you.
I think.
We need to convict this fellow.
In an open court.
In full view of the people and the press.
We have to get a guilty verdict,
but the subject matter is pretty technical.
Computers, servers, lines of code.
I need the help of someone who understands how to pick jurors.
And how to talk to them.
I need your company's help, Ms. Morgan.
It's not my company.
It belongs to Dr. Jason Bull.
I know that. But Dr. Bull didn't work for Homeland Security,
you did.
I was hoping I could convince you to convince him.
(chuckles)
Yes.
(exhales)
Come on, baby.
Do it for me.
Pop it, baby. Come on.
Yeah.
Okay. Everyone, drop what you're doing.
Big guy has called a company-wide meeting, now.
Come on, man.
I'm dying here.
Chunk. Come on.
You're killing me. I'm so close, man.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
(exhales)
(quietly): Come on.
Chunk-a-licious, let's do it.
I hate you.
Sorry, Danny.
I need you to surrender your phone.
You'll get it back at the end of the workday.
Says who?
Dr. Bull.
(sighs)
Well, just be careful with this thing.
My whole life is on this phone.
Hey, mine's in there, too.
BULL: Okay.
I'm guessing most of you heard or read
or saw on the news this morning,
the government has captured the man behind the hacking
of our air traffic control system,
which resulted in the near miss of two commercial airliners
earlier this week.
What you didn't see
was my presence at his arraignment this morning.
The United States government has asked me
and, by extension, you,
to lend them our unique talents
to help make sure they can put this man away.
Now, not everyone will be involved.
But if you are, trust me: the FBI will vet you.
Thoroughly.
And whether you are involved or not, you are expressly forbidden
from texting, e-mailing, tweeting or discussing
our involvement with anyone.
Not your parents, not the press, not your priest.
And now, to fill you in on some other security concerns,
our very own Marissa Morgan.
Now, as Dr. Bull just mentioned,
if you do end up being a part of this case,
you are not to communicate
via e-mail, text or any electronic media.
Not even with each other.
Remember, this was an act
perpetrated by people whose business it is
to find you.
And follow you and read whatever digital breadcrumbs
you choose to leave for them.
So we are not going to leave any.
We're writing on pads.
Exchanging ideas via interoffice memos, and...
talking to each other.
Remember: we have no idea
if this fellow is working alone or as part of a group,
and until we are sure that there is no one else out there
continuing his dirty work, everything is old-school.
No, Mom, I'm not going to tell my boss
that my mother requires me
to have my phone on me at all times.
All right, I'm hanging up now.
I love you.
Bye.
Holy crap, it's Cable McCrory,
the worst college roommate ever!
Oh, my God. (screams)
(laughing): Oh!
Oh, you owe me so many cigarettes.
So many drinks.
Wow.
In a city of eight million people.
What are the odds?
(both laugh)
*
FLANIGAN: Malcolm Swift. I'm sure
you've read about him by now. 31.
He's a systems security analyst.
For those of you who don't speak computer,
he's the guy huge corporations hire
to try and hack their company's computer networks.
Find their vulnerabilities, and then
design ways to plug them up.
I take it he's pretty good at what he does? The best.
Some people think of him as sort of a cyber prodigy.
One of the reasons we're so certain that he's our guy
is that there are only three or four people in the world
who could pull off what he did.
BULL: And what is it,
exactly, that he pulled off?
Well, what do you mean?
I think that's pretty clear.
He hacked into our air traffic control system,
and nearly brought down two jetliners.
Yeah. I know. I've been thinking about that.
I read all the interviews with the air traffic controllers.
It sounded like he had everything
right where he wanted it.
Those two planes were seconds from colliding,
and then... They didn't.
What's your point?
It's always helpful to have motive.
And it's hard to find motive in an act that seems
like it could have happened, but then, just didn't.
FLANIGAN: Let me give you a little background.
Malcolm was born in the Soviet Union.
Father was a soldier in the Soviet Army.
When communism fell, Malcolm's father
moved the family to the United States.
He traded secrets to our government
in exchange for asylum and a new life.
He had a short stint with the CIA,
but it wasn't a good fit.
Language and cultural barriers.
Family eventually fell on hard times, hung himself.
When Malcolm was ten.
Well, that sounds tragic, but it's not motive.
I mean, we can speculate that he's bitter towards the U.S.
because of the way his father was treated by the CIA,
but without evidence of that, it's just a theory.
I agree.
Does he have an alibi?
FLANIGAN: Claims he was working
at the time of the hack.
On-site, for a finance company,
testing their firewalls.
He was working with their in-house systems analyst.
Didn't even have his laptop with him.
He's claiming someone's framing him.
Routing their signal though his IP.
Well, could he be telling the truth?
Extremely unlikely.
CABLE: I'm not sure I agree.
It's definitely possible to reroute
and encrypt a computer address.
I'm sorry, it just is.
You just got to know how to do it.
She's my cyber prodigy.
If you had access
to the hacked server,
is there any way you could ascertain
whether Malcolm actually was the originator of the hack?
It's impossible to know without looking.
Fair enough.
Can we get her access to the server?
Mm-mm.
You looking for your cell phone?
(chuckles)
Let me walk back to my office, see if I can't put that
into motion, hmm?
Knock, knock.
Still haven't heard anything.
My guess is you'll not be
probing any servers till tomorrow.
That's not what I wanted to talk to you about.
Though it's not unrelated.
If it's about the quality of the catering at lunch today,
I don't want to hear it. Last night,
when I was leaving work, I ran into an old college roommate
of mine that I haven't seen in, like, seven years.
Amazing girl.
Also a computer expert.
I thought it was totally by chance.
So, we got some tea and she told me
that she has been going out with Malcolm Swift
for the last couple of months.
Hmm. I don't know how she found me.
But I shut the conversation down immediately.
Didn't tell her why.
Just told her I couldn't speak to her.
My guess is, Swift's attorney saw me at the arraignment.
Did a little digging.
Realized you work for me and sent Malcolm's girlfriend
to see if she could get some intel.
You're not concerned?
Not if that's the whole story.
I'll bring Flanigan up to speed.
If he has an issue, I'm sure he'll tell me, but...
You do understand, you can't see her anymore.
You can't communicate with her anymore.
Of course.
(sighs) You know,
I'm counting on you.
I won't let you down.
WOMAN: Dominguez.
Don't turn it on till you've left the building.
McCrory.
Thanks.
(phone chiming rapidly)
(chiming continues)
(sighs heavily)
(ringtone playing)
Don't walk away.
I need to talk to you.
I don't think you understand.
Or maybe you do.
I can't talk to you.
Cable, I'm having his baby.
SARAH: You've never met him, but he's this
amazing man.
There's no way he's responsible
for what the government is accusing him of.
Something is going on.
Something bigger than him.
Bigger than us and...
they've decided to make Malcolm the scapegoat.
I don't know, Sarah.
These guys are pretty smart
and they seem really certain.
Of course they do. That's their job.
Yeah, well, it's my job, too.
I-I really need to go.
Have you looked at the server?
What?
It's okay. Don't answer.
Just listen.
You know what the government's play is gonna be.
They're gonna try and tell a jury
that if you follow the hack, follow the code,
through all the various countries
and the foreign proxies
and the different IPs that people generate
to hide their hacks...
that the trail leads right back to Malcolm.
That the cyber signature on the server matches his.
I'm sure you're right.
And I'm sure someone is making it
look like Malcolm did this.
But if they actually have his cyber signature, then...
Sorry. I-I don't believe they do.
How can they? I mean, maybe they came close.
The guy attacks systems for a living.
It wouldn't be that hard for someone
to do a bunch of research and try and duplicate it.
But you know as well as I do,
it's impossible to duplicate it exactly.
I mean, we're talking thousands upon thousands of variables.
I so shouldn't be having this conversation right now.
Cable, there has to be a difference.
Even if it's only off by one indicator.
(quietly): This is his real one.
His cyber signature.
Whoever has access to that server,
if you could just...
just get them to take a second look.
Compare it to this, to the real thing,
they'll see... Sarah, that's never going to happen.
It has to happen.
They have the wrong man.
They have the father of my baby.
My baby is gonna grow up without a daddy.
Give this to his attorney.
I tried.
They don't understand.
They don't think a jury is gonna get it.
That's why it has to come from your side.
The government has to see
that they've accused the wrong person
and they have to drop the case and free him.
Malcolm's falling apart.
They put him with the general population.
Someone's gonna kill him.
(sniffles)
(sighs)
(gasps)
Don't contact me.
I'll contact you or someone will contact you and...
we were never here.
Mm, meant to tell you two.
Desmond Tatlock from MIT is taking the train in tomorrow.
We'll prep him and get him ready for the stand
whenever you give word.
Hmm.
So that's six computer experts,
the air traffic controllers,
the pilots of the planes involved.
Got a great parade of witnesses.
So why am I still nervous?
'Cause we still don't know why he really did it.
And as foolproof as voir dire seems...
"Hey, want to vote on the guilt or innocence
of Osama bin Laden?"
All you need is one "no" vote and you've got a mistrial.
And this moment of certainty, this moment where
everyone in the world is on your side,
will have passed you by.
So what do we do, Dr. Jury?
Got to identify and avoid...
(glass taps table) contrarians.
The problem with contrarians is,
they suffer from a cognitive bias
known as reactance.
Reactance occurs when a person feels
that someone is trying to limit their choices.
And that reactance causes the person to adopt a view
that's contrary to what the group thinks.
Do me a favor and raise your hand if you believe
that on September 11, 2001,
19 militants associated with al-Qaeda hijacked
four airplanes and carried out suicide attacks
against targets in the United States.
Your Honor, the prosecution would like to thank and excuse
jurors six and eight.
It's not a value judgment.
Contrarians often make great contributions to society.
Martin Luther King, Gandhi, my all-time favorite Steve Jobs,
all were thought to be contrarians
by the societies in which they lived.
They questioned the status quo, which can be a great thing.
Unfortunately, just not a very helpful trait
when you're trying to convict a man of attempted mass murder.
How many of you have children?
And how many of you have had your children vaccinated
as per New York State law?
Your Honor, the prosecution would like to thank
and excuse juror 22.
It would also be helpful to get a sense of how susceptible
to the bandwagon effect a given juror might be.
Forgive me, but that is a really beautiful charm
you have hanging from your neck.
Oh, thank you.
I-It's just a heart on a chain.
BULL: Most people want to be part of the majority.
It's just a human trait to want to belong.
By and large, we all want to hop on that bandwagon.
No, it's pretty.
Anyone else here wearing a heart on a chain?
Also very pretty.
Anyone else have one at home
that maybe they're not wearing today?
Ah.
And how about you guys? Does your wife
or your girlfriend or your mother
or sister or your significant other have one of those?
Yeah, I got her one. Yeah, I got her one for Valentine's Day.
She definitely has one of those.
Now, you, sir.
What's going on?
You're just not sure?
Oh, no. I'm sure.
Uh, my wife doesn't own anything like that.
Would you like her to? No.
I'm pretty content with the way she accessorizes herself.
No charm on a chain?
A little heart? Maybe a cross, or a flower?
No. She's got a nipple ring I'm fond of.
(woman coughs)
Your Honor, the prosecution would like...
I'm way ahead of you.
BULL: Hey, Cable!
(exhales)
Dr. Bull. How'd it go?
Well, you'll have to ask Mr. Flanigan.
Now I know what it feels like to be a Muppet.
The good doctor here shoves his hand up your back,
moves you around the courtroom,
tells you what to say and how to say it. (laughs)
And it works.
I think we got the jury we wanted.
Fozzie Bear, you're making me blush.
That's great. I just wanted to let you know
that I've been working out of the public library all day,
e-mailing with Dr. Desmond Tatlock of MIT,
and we've come up with a little demonstration to illustrate
why Malcolm's alibi isn't really an alibi.
That you don't actually have to be present
and perform the hack at the time the hack is executed.
I think you're really gonna love it.
Just like you said.
She's our cyber prodigy.
Hey, any word on whether or not
I can actually get a look at the FAA server?
Ah, all set up.
Tomorrow afternoon, 3:00 p.m., FBI headquarters.
Everything's on this card.
Great.
Well, good luck in court.
Good luck with the server.
(sighs)
FLANIGAN: Dr. Tatlock,
have you conducted a forensic analysis
of the compromised server
and Malcolm Swift's cyber signature?
I-- yes, I have.
And what did you determine?
When I examined the cyber trail, I determined that Swift
connected to a wireless access protocol,
and then a unique binary coding sequence was employed
to override secure socket layers... Sorry to interrupt you,
Dr. Tatlock, but can you explain that in a way
that those of us who don't use a computer
for anything other than e-mail
might understand? Sure.
When you get on your computer
to order sweat socks over the Internet,
your computer offers up a key to the site
you're trying to buy from.
And that key allows you to do just one thing: buy stuff.
You can't change the price,
you can't change the pictures of the socks.
You get the idea. Now, in the case
of air traffic control,
the layers of protection are enormous.
Probably a million times more complex
than at our sock-buying website.
Very few people in the world-- you can count them on one hand--
have the skill
and the tools and the time
to defeat all the layers of protection
that the federal government
has created to make certain that no one
except authorized personnel can view the site,
and no one except at the highest levels of the FAA
can manipulate the site.
And it's not just a single command,
or a line of code that you need to create--
it's really more akin to an onion
whose layers have to be peeled back one by one
in exactly the right order
and in exactly the right way.
But once he was able to do it, it was like he had a key,
and he could pretty much do what he wanted without anyone
knowing about it. MARISSA (over comm): They are right with this.
All 12 are following along, and all 12 are solid green.
Okay, that helps.
But explain to me, how are you able to say with such certainty
that it's Mr. Swift who did this?
Well, that's where
the cyber signature comes in-- it's like a digital fingerprint.
No two are exactly alike.
Now, with practice and the right tools,
it's theoretically possible to almost duplicate someone else's,
but the key word is "almost."
You'll never get it exactly right.
There are really just too many variables--
in the billions.
That's because there's no one way to do this.
Each hacker has his or her own way.
And this particular hack,
it definitively bears the signature of Mr. Swift.
Looks like a forest in here.
Not a flicker of yellow, not a flicker of red.
I love it when it's easy.
I don't trust it... but I love it.
FLANIGAN: Now, are you aware
that Mr. Swift has filed an affidavit
claiming that he was working at the time of the intrusion
into the air traffic control system?
I'm sure he was.
But offering that as an excuse is like saying
you couldn't watch your favorite TV show
because you weren't at home when it was on.
Once you have access to that system,
you can set the time for the event to happen
and just walk away.
Here, let me show you what I mean.
Can I ask everyone in the courtroom
to take out their cell phones?
Be my guest.
Now, remember,
we've asked that they all be silenced.
DESMOND: It won't matter.
Three,
two... one.
(all phones playing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat")
(gallery murmuring, ringtones continue playing)
("Row, Row, Row Your Boat" melody continues)
*
(ringtones stop)
DESMOND: I created that hack
last night.
But, obviously, I'm here, testifying.
Doesn't mean I didn't design and execute the hack.
No further questions.
(objects clacking)
(exhales)
I'll need to hold on to your phone.
It'll take a minute to check your computer for malware.
You can put your things
back in your purse.
Can you do your work wearing latex gloves?
I think so.
The server has been placed for you in that room.
Once I give you your computer back,
you have 45 minutes.
(exhales)
(door opens)
(exhales)
(quietly): Don't be him. Don't be him. Don't be him.
(taps keyboard twice)
That's not good enough, boys.
(sighs)
All right, Sarah,
this is for you.
Fingers crossed.
(typing)
Okay.
(exhales)
Mm-hmm.
Janet. Janet.
Janet, Janet, Janet, Janet.
Sarah, you might have a bigger problem on your hands
than just getting yourself pregnant
by an accused terrorist.
(typing)
(sighs heavily)
Damn.
(computer trilling)
Wha...? No.
No. No. No.
(typing rapidly) No, stop. What are you doing? Stop!
(exhales)
(sighs)
Huh.
Cable.
I'm so sorry, Dr. Bull.
I think I messed up.
I think I messed up big-time.
How long have you been sitting here?
Uh, since about 11:30 last night.
Let's get you something to eat.
CABLE: I wanted to compare
the admitted cyber signature with the one from the hack.
I thought...
I could prove Malcolm was innocent.
Instead, I'm pretty sure I infected the server
with a virus.
Basically fried it.
(sighs)
All the evidence is gone.
It's just blank.
There's nothing to convict anyone with.
My friend Sarah set me up.
(cracking knuckles)
(sighs)
Please say something.
What is there to say?
You tampered with evidence, Cable.
You committed a federal crime.
You wanted to see me?
(sighs heavily)
God, you look terrible.
Have you been drinking?
No. I won't lie-- I have been waiting for someone to tell me
it's late enough in the afternoon so I can.
Well, it's 10:20 in the morning,
so you have a little ways to go.
What can I do for you?
You got any juice with the FBI?
What kind of question is that?
It's the kind of question you ask when you're staring
at a mistrial in a federal terrorism case.
Actually, a mistrial I could handle.
We could at least regroup and try the bastard again.
No, this will be a mistrial with... prejudice.
Cable is part of the prosecution's team.
She tampered with evidence,
and the case is almost certainly gonna be thrown out of court
on the grounds of prosecutorial misconduct,
and no one will ever be able to try Malcolm again, ever.
Unless...
the defense doesn't find out it was Cable.
You got any juice with the FBI?
Long time no see.
(chuckles softly) No see, no hear...
no nothin'.
Well, clearly, my staying away has done wonders for you--
you look great.
(chuckles)
90 days of rehab
and a reassignment to Washington, well...
Wow. Washington, huh?
That's what you wanted, right?
I already started training.
In May, I... I start running one of the criminology labs.
I'm really happy for you.
Happy for me, too.
Something from the bar?
Oh, uh, just black coffee.
So...
why'd you want to see me?
I mean, I get it-- you know, there's no...
there's no us.
I need a favor.
A second favor.
I mean, you already saved my life once, so I guess...
that makes me the most ungrateful person in the world.
Look, I got to... I got to tell you something.
I know the papers, the TV
and the Bureau, they...
say I took a bullet in the leg for you.
And it's a good story.
But, Danny, come on.
You know better.
It's not like I saw the bullet coming
and I stepped in front of it.
That's the movies.
If I'd have known that was coming towards us,
I'd... (chuckles) have been out of there
quicker than a whore in church.
Now, what's your favor? What you need?
*
(door opens)
(Chunk slaps hands)
All right, three things.
One, I miss my cell phone.
Two, I'm sick of winter.
And three... (chuckles)
I don't care what all you diet people say,
I want pizza for lunch.
MAN: Yeah. WOMAN: Yeah.
FBI! Everyone, put your hands in the air!
Don't touch your computers.
Don't touch anything. Nobody move.
I'm Dr. Jason Bull.
Can I help you?
Cable McCrory? Yes.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will
be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney. (handcuffs tighten)
If you cannot afford one, the court will appoint one for you.
Ladies, gentlemen, there must be some mistake.
I'm Benjamin Colón. I'm her attorney.
What is she being charged with?
Evidence tempering.
BULL: Don't speak to anyone without Benny present.
Go with her.
Don't worry, Cable.
We'll figure something out.
Hang in there, Cable.
I asked you for a favor.
I know, but how many times can you expect a guy
to save your life?
A member of the prosecution's team tampered with evidence.
I would request that the case be thrown out
on the grounds of prosecutorial misconduct.
Your Honor, the perpetrator in question acted
without the prosecution's knowledge or consent.
She was manipulated into accessing the server
by an outside party.
This falls at your feet.
Because of your team's negligence,
a man who is quite possibly guilty is going to go free.
That's the law.
I hope you have as much trouble
sleeping tonight as I will.
I'm going to declare a mistrial with prejudice.
The charges against
Malcolm Swift will be dropped,
with no possibility of his being retried for this crime.
(lock buzzes)
It's really good to see you guys.
Hang in there, kid.
I'm trying.
Just give me a reason.
BULL: I'd love to be able to do that, Cable,
but... there's very little good on the menu.
You're staring at five years.
BULL: Our friend, Mr. Flanigan, is gonna lose his job.
But before he goes, he's gonna make sure
that you get the maximum.
Benny's gonna represent you at trial,
and... at TAC, we will do everything we can to help.
Talk to Sarah. She's got to know something.
Sarah's disappeared.
I doubt she's still in the country.
(scoffs, laughs)
Fantastic.
She's gone, Malcolm's a free man,
I'm in prison, and I helped a terrorist
win his freedom so that he could try again.
BENNY: No, come on.
Hey, stop beating yourself up, okay?
He played you. He played all of us.
Now, we've been going through this whole thing in our head,
trying to find something else to charge Malcolm with,
something that we can make stick.
Well, you know, when I was downloading the flash drive
onto my laptop,
I was watching the code spill out,
and there was this word...
I mean, it's not a word so much as it is a bunch of code,
but it...
it kind of looked like a word.
"Janet."
J-A-N-E-T.
Like the girl's name.
Wait, where you going with that?
I honestly don't know, Dr. Bull.
It really could be nothing.
Hackers use abbreviations and acronyms all the time
in their code.
I just, uh...
I never came across "JANET" before.
MARISSA: The only thing I have found
that makes any sense at all is a secret
U.S. government airline. Code name: JANET.
It stands for Joint Air Network Employee Transportation.
Really? A secret airline. And what is its purpose?
Well, it's top secret, so that's a little difficult to say,
but it is operated by the United States Air Force
to transport military and defense contract employees,
safely and discreetly.
It flies around the world to military bases
in classified areas.
So this secret airline transports some of the most
important military personnel in the country,
and no one knows where they're going.
Uh, just the U.S. Air Force and air traffic control.
(chuckling)
What's so funny, boss?
You know how I've said from the beginning
I couldn't figure out Malcolm's motive.
I couldn't figure out
why he took over air traffic control,
and then didn't do anything with it.
He didn't issue any ransom demands,
he didn't let those planes crash.
He didn't even have some terrorist organization
take credit for the momentary chaos.
BULL: What if everything that happened that night
wasn't the point at all?
What if it wasn't about that airport
or those planes?
What if it was all a diversion?
How do you mean?
Well, what if he was executing one hack
to draw attention away from another?
You think he was hacking into JANET?
(whispers): I bet that information's worth
hundreds of millions of dollars.
Knowing what planes our military leaders are gonna be on,
where they're going, when they're gonna get there,
or not get there,
depending on how you choose to use that information.
It was all about the money.
It almost always is.
But it's just a theory,
and one I'm not sure I know how to prove.
I think I might have a flash drive
that you might find helpful.
Mm? I keep
a hoodie in the office...
hanging in the kitchen.
Left pocket.
Thanks for coming.
Marissa told me this was your preferred style of venue
for clandestine meetings.
I don't find any of this amusing.
I've worked for the federal government
for 26 years.
I'd hoped to get at least ten more.
That seems unlikely at the moment.
Believe me, I feel terrible about what's happened,
I really do, but...
I have some new information.
And if it's correct, I think we can right this wrong,
bring Malcolm to justice.
We think we know what Malcolm was really up to
that night he hacked into the air traffic control.
And it wasn't about crashing passenger jets.
It was much bigger.
What are you talking about?
I have physical evidence to back up this theory,
and I'm prepared to surrender it, but...
I'd appreciate something in return.
This is about your employee.
It is.
In truth, she's the one who figured out
Malcolm's real motive.
And she's the one supplying the physical evidence
that I believe will ultimately convict him.
What do you got?
NEWSMAN: And in national news,
our lead story-- in a surprising twist,
accused terrorist Malcolm Swift is headed back to prison,
this time for attempting to sell secret military information
to governments hostile to the United States.
Next update in less than ten minutes.
You're listening to... (door opens)
(exhales)
Oh!
(chuckles)
I just want to tell you how grateful I am
for everything you've done.
I appreciate it more than you'll ever know.
And I appreciate everything you've done for me.
Are you being facetious?
No.
I'm trying to be considerate of your feelings.
Trying to be professional.
I'm trying to find a way to tell you
you're no longer working at TAC
without making you feel worse than you already do.
And frankly, without making me feel worse than I already do.
Cable...
you broke the law.
You put the case at risk.
You put me and my company at risk.
You put the entire country at risk.
Excuse me, sir, can you please pull over? And you planned it.
Snuck that drive into FBI headquarters.
I need to get out of the car. Defied me when I
told you to have... Can you let me out of the car?
...no more contact with that woman.
Cable! Get back in the car!
(inhales, exhales deeply)
(quietly): Damn it.
Excuse me, sir.
What do you want to do now?
You want me to follow her with the car?
No.
I just got her out of jail.
I guess this is her way of saying thank you.
I don't follow you, sir.
(chuckles softly)
Never mind.
Just take me back to the office.
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