The Net (1998–1999): Season 1, Episode 19 - Zero - full transcript
No, but you'd think that with all this
information on the Praetorians...
we'd find something.
We've got a partial address on
Memorial Bank. That's Praetorian for sure.
And all these chemicals of something
named "Zero." What is that?
Let me see, alpha-methyl-fluoro-3...
I can't even pronounce that one.
Sounds like a chemical makeup
for a synthetic drug, like heroin.
- The Praetorians are into that, too?
- Why not? It's big business.
This is amazing.
The whole Praetorian computer network
has folded up and just gone off-line.
Yeah, disconnected phone numbers,
businesses that no longer exist...
whole families relocated, no forwarding.
I guess that's what you do
when you cover your tracks.
- You erase everything.
- Zero. Test the Bronx.
Keep slurping that. You think
they're testing this drug in the Bronx?
No, there's a lot of addicts in the Bronx.
You know, maybe you should call Mariano.
He lives there.
Maybe he can give us something to go on,
tell us something about Zero.
That is a great idea.
We should beeline to Mariano.
- Hey, there, get out of my way.
- Wait, wait, wait up.
What's up? What's up?
- What's up? How's it going?
- All right.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, check this out.
Look at this mother.
Who does he think he is?
White trash punk-ass wants to party.
I bet it's some big shot movie star.
I'll collapse your vein, brother.
Go around the corner, man.
Come on, what's the matter with you?
You want me to get shot?
- Gangi, what's up, man?
- What's up, brother?
- I got to talk with this idiot.
- All right.
Look, what's the matter with you?
I told you we can't do business.
There's a system up already,
and I can't rock the boat.
Now that you mention it,
you don't look like a boat type.
Man, I know I never been in a boat.
What difference does that make?
I have my suppliers.
The merchandise you got don't do it.
My name is Angela Bennett.
I discovered a group of computer terrorists.
They erased my life.
They made me into a criminal.
I am not going to stop
until I get my life back.
But if they did this to me,
they could do this to you.
- Hey, how much for the day?
- $75.
You gotta be kidding me.
- How can it be $75 for a day?
- Security.
- And who protects us from you?
- I do.
- And how much does that cost?
- Another $25.
- $100 to park our car here?
- It's the Bronx.
I mean, you could park it on the street.
We're friends with a pretty big guy
in these parts.
Oh, yes? And who might that be?
- Mariano Maza.
- Mariano.
So now what do you say?
$150.
I'm Missy Rains in the Bronx.
In this brutalised neighbourhood
with drugs, there is a new presence.
Last night, not 20 feet
from where I'm standing...
the fourth dealer in as many nights
was shot dead.
And now the people of the Bronx,
the people who live here...
they wonder, is there a vigilante at work?
Mariano Maza, someone who grew up on
these mean streets, what's your opinion?
Well, we have a drug. A new drug
out on the streets. It's called Zero.
Isn't that smart? And I'm just here
to warn everybody out there.
You may turn away now
because it's just us, but soon...
it's gonna be
all the pretty white kids out there.
But what's your opinion of this vigilante?
Well, there's so much killing in our cities as
it is, but a drug dealer is a killer himself...
and if he dies
then you're killing a killer, right?
So you mean you condone this?
Is this an ethical question or what?
No, if you had the chance to kill a dealer
and could get away with it, would you?
Look, there is a synthetic heroin out there.
It's cheap, and it's strong.
But would you kill?
How do you know the dealers
aren't killing the dealers?
We've got a Saddam Hussein out here
in River City.
And I've got a theory about paranoia.
You plant a seed in people's minds,
they'll run with it...
and eventually they'll terrify themselves.
But...
this information Miss Bennett stole
has been a great inconvenience.
Sir, we've run a standard DRP.
Taken the network routers off-line.
Pieces is all Angela Bennett's getting
right now.
We just continue frustrating her,
she'll self-destruct.
Zero. The new taste sensation.
And as of right now, the ratio of new addicts
to those overdosing is dead even.
We're killing junkies
as fast as we're making them.
A slight bug in the system.
Our pharmaceutical source
is recalibrating the mixture...
assures me that the new improved Zero
will be less potent, though as addictive.
You know the slogan out on the streets:
Zero drug use.
That's cute, huh?
What about the competition?
They're not taking our interference lightly.
But our synthetic yield is cheaper.
More bang for the buck.
Resistance among dealers is, well, falling.
That's some tang it's got.
An acquired taste.
Well, you know what I always say:
Give the pigs what they'll eat.
Am I a guinea pig to you?
- Do I look like a guinea pig?
- Well, they're better looking.
Pigs. That's how we are being used.
What's your solution, huh?
And this is a quote, "Kill everyone."
Is that the answer?
- Listen man, the cops...
- Man.
...they've given up on
our part of town, okay?
My kids, they walk through a war zone
of drug dealers, huh?
I understand, but let me handle it.
Otherwise, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
us killing the dealers...
and the dealers killing us.
I had to do that to experience that again.
Mommy, oh, if I had to die right now,
this would be the right moment.
This is Jacob. Jacob, this is Mariano.
And you, young lady, you're going to jail.
- I'm going to slap some handcuffs on you.
- What? Why?
Why? Robbing the cradle, mijita. Please.
Forget it, Mariano.
Don't you know who this is?
- No, I didn't order any pizza.
- This is the Sorcerer.
I've admired you from afar for so long.
Let's go and not pop the bubble.
No, no. Please don't go.
You got a hold of me in the first place.
Besides, you owe me, 'cause I helped
you out even before I even knew you.
- That shows what kind of guy I am.
- Okay. Can you guys just both let me go?
- Of course.
- Thank you. Can we come in?
Darling, please enter.
My cousin, Tono.
Tono, Angela, the queen of my dreams.
And this is Sorcerer.
My friend, have you considered my offer?
I ain't got no friends, man.
And my answer to you is coming
straight from my boss: E chute!
Well, then, come here,
deliver a message back, amigo.
You're the last holdout on this corner. Were.
All right. So far...
Don't let this get you down...
we have narrowed our search down
to 167 pharmaceutical companies.
None are Praetorian-owned.
All of them make the chemicals
for making Zero?
Well, I'm sure only one company
actually produces the drug but...
It's still a hell of a hay stack.
Well, the FDA oversees. So how are
the Praetorians getting away with it?
I mean, how do you make
synthetic heroin on a large scale...
-and not get caught?
- You can't.
- That's where our mistake is.
- Now, wait a minute, little boy.
What are you saying?
That it's a fiction of my imagination?
That there's no business enterprise
manufacturing Zero?
Is that what you think?
That it's just falling out of the sky?
Weighing the variables,
I'd have to posit the following:
We should disregard all obvious choices
and explore alternative scenarios...
such as the possibility
that what we're looking for...
isn't a business at all,
but rather a non-business.
Hey, maybe I shouldn't have called him
a little boy.
Well, so we should have been searching
for pharmaceutical companies...
that have been out of business?
Well, unless Mariano feels differently.
No, hey, hey, hey,
I know a good idea when I hear it.
- He's such a humble man.
- Hey, don't start with me now.
Okay. Langstrom Pharmaceuticals.
It's a warehouse in Queens.
Now, of all the companies that handle
the chemical used to make this drug...
they're the most recent to go belly-up.
Let me see, they filed bankruptcy
six months ago and they were taken...
They were taken over by Memorial Bank.
You know who they are?
Yeah, they took my life away from me.
But I'm gonna get it back.
- Breach?
- Yeah.
Run.
This is perfect. Don't you see,
we can tip the FBI. They go in--
And the Praetorians are exposed.
You know, I can tip the FBI
as Sorcerer, like I've done before.
This is it, Angela, we have finally
found a way to take them down.
Guess what?
I got a lead on the chairman for you.
Mr Olivier? You are such a smarty.
Yes, well, remember
that ritzy address in Connecticut?
- The one near Trelawney's, only bigger.
- Yeah, do you want us to check it out?
- I mean, chances are pretty good--
- Yeah, he's moved out without a trace.
- But not for why we thought.
- Okay. So?
So I on-lined the Connecticut property,
found it was just put on the public block...
photos featuring spectacular rose garden.
I hacked the local nursery.
He has a credit line of $1,500
unpaid since August 14.
Is he dead?
Well, I've checked the database. Zip.
So I called the local nursery. Martin...
He hates Olivier, wants his money, says
that he probably drank himself into a gutter.
So I called the local pub.
Turns out that Olivier is quite a cut up
after he's had a few.
Are you gonna tell me where he is or not?
That's same question I asked
the bartender, Rebecca.
Get this.
She doesn't know where Olivier is...
-but his sister might.
- His sister?
Now, she loves her brother,
but his lawyer made it clear...
that if she didn't sign papers
committing him to a recovery sanitarium...
he would die of liver failure
within the next two weeks.
- He's in recovery?
- Sort of.
She had to declare him insane
in order to save him...
along with the doctor
provided by the lawyer.
Said papers were signed August 14,
Whitenberg Sanitarium...
owner, Memorial Bank.
- Where's the sanitarium?
- Upstate close to you.
Angela, we're gonna do this.
We're gonna take down the Praetorians.
- Are you there?
- Yeah.
Is this the right address, or what?
You are very resourceful. I wish I were.
I want my identity back.
I'm not gonna be much help.
They pushed you aside.
I know that's why you're here.
You mean, it's not to get in touch
with my inner self?
How do I get my life back? Tell me that.
I don't know if that's possible.
Look at me. You've hurt me.
You've deprived me of my father,
of a family, of friends.
Everybody that I have ever loved,
you've taken from me.
I wanna know their weak spot. Tell me.
One day the Praetorians
are gonna come here...
and that day will be your last breath.
So if you help me now,
maybe I'll help you live.
Information, that's their weakness.
If you want to destroy the network,
you have to get to the embedded computer.
Trelawney's. But you can't hack it.
You have to go
into the building, underneath.
How do I do that?
Our main compound is a corporate front.
You go through the travel agency...
there's a steel elevator with a coded box.
If you can't get in there,
there's an escape route.
Now, you'll need to create a virus.
And you'll launch it
through Trelawney's computer.
Use this phrase as the key escrow...
"The empire never ended."
- I'll go there myself. I don't care.
- That's suicide.
Yeah, so is doing nothing.
Yeah, but we can't do it with four.
He's right, amigo.
Then we get more.
I know guys who will risk it.
They have family who have OD'd
on this stuff, and they're not scared.
Hey, the kid's not scared, I'm not scared,
okay? So don't do that, okay?
All I need is 10 minutes,
and I can send the destruct virus, right?
Ten minutes. Do you think
you guys can cover me for that long?
It's them or us. I'll do it.
Okay. Then I'm in.
Jacob?
You don't have to.
FBI. Morris.
Agent Morris, I have a message for you
from Sorcerer.
He says that you'll soon be notified
with the location of Liz Marx.
She'll be unarmed.
If any harm comes to her,
that'll be the first thing out on the net.
If you follow his instructions, you'll have
Liz Marx in your custody by tomorrow night.
This is it.
- All right, let's go.
- Okay. Let's go.
Let's go.
Come on, baby.
Yep.
All right.
How are you going to explain the three of us
in a travel agency at the same time?
Trust me.
Three for Puerto Rico.
You know, I've heard great things
about those all-male cruises.
- I'm running an interface.
- Whatever you say, baby.
This place is huge.
Show me the brain, mama, come on.
These codes are cutting through this stuff
like butter.
- I got it.
- Yeah.
- So what are we waiting for then?
- Go.
Gunshots, sir. Level two east.
All right. What's the password?
What's the password?
Just a moment, sir. We have a situation.
Is it serious?
Get down!
This is the target, the bunker. Seal it.
Open up the embedded line to my computer.
The whole security system's off-line.
All right. Show us your guts.
You got five minutes before I make the call.
This is it. This is it.
Jacob, you've got four seconds.
All right, open sesame.
- All right, Jacob.
- Yeah.
Let's go. Come on. Come on. Move it.
Move it. Come on.
Angela!
Yes, I see.
We're running out of time, baby. Come on.
What's happening?
I know. I know. Flex me, all right.
Let's go. Cover her. Cover her!
The empire never ended? Think again.
Where's Liz Marx?
Whoa, whoa.
Liz Marx?
- Downstairs through the elevator.
- The elevator, move.
That's all we have.
Okay? Yeah.
FBI. FBI. Throw down your weapons.
Throw them down!
Get down on the ground.
- Where's Trelawney?
- I don't know.
So I'm wondering,
are you gonna face the cameras...
or is your boss going to step in
to take the heat?
Don't you worry about me, kid.
I'm flying high.
- Right now my career is aerodynamic.
- Oh, yeah. Like a set of car keys.
Massive corruption of FBI computer files,
mistaken identity, false arrests...
you people have made my life a living hell.
Oh, you're Liz Marx,
and there's no denying it.
You know, in Ohio, a jury gave a guy
$10 million for that same mistake.
Oh, right, the publicity.
That was awful, wasn't it?
Oh, it is going to be way worse with me.
Yeah, and every time some red-faced
reporter shouts a question at your boss...
he's going to be thinking of you.
You know, I phoned that tip on Liz Marx.
We wanted you to show up.
You had to see that place to believe it.
Listen, right now I've got you both
assaulting a legitimate business.
Legitimate? What are you talking about?
They're drug dealers.
- They're cooking Zero in the Bronx.
- And we gave you that one. You blew it.
They ship it, and they sell it.
What do you need?
I'm not letting you on a computer,
neither one of you.
And I've heard Sorcerer.
You're not in his class, kid.
Go ask your boss for clearance.
Kick it upstairs, and let them worry about it.
Yeah, I used a word when I called you.
A code word.
You heard that tape, I know you did.
What was the word?
It was a code phrase, yeah.
Sackbut. That's the word. Sackbut.
Yeah, get me Washington.
Hi. Walter Cizelski.
- C.l.C.
- Never heard of you, Walter, or the C.l.C.
Hot tea.
Hot tea that tastes more like coffee
than the coffee in that machine.
- Is that my file?
- Yeah, I brought it in for looks.
Oh. Are the supervisors
watching somewhere?
There are those that think...
the universe will crumble
if we don't do everything by the book.
So, Ms Bennett...
- Are you surprised I know who you are?
- I am.
Well, that crew we brought in, that you led
us to, is not your normal class of criminals.
We know they corrupted our computer files.
This is a very big deal.
- Good. So finally I can go.
- Not just yet.
Oh, you disappoint me, Walter.
Well, you're still, legally speaking,
Ms Bennett, a mixed bag.
The Justice Department filed
a criminal complaint this morning...
against Angela Bennett.
So, half a dozen federal hacking charges...
impersonating an agent,
assault with intent... It goes on.
So I'm gonna shut up now
until I have a lawyer.
Let me finish.
This is all very real, but it is also,
so far, by the book.
Angela, I knew you were out there
on your own.
No support.
Gotta be tough indeed.
Picture climbing Everest with no oxygen.
Yeah.
Probably so.
What?
I don't know. For a minute there you just...
You were acting like you...
That I climbed it? Yes.
I thought it was a good comparison.
You climbed Everest?
- Yeah.
- How?
Well, I started at the bottom, and then I
went to the top, and then I came back down.
I'm impressed.
That's not why I did it.
You know, today you made my day.
They funded my programme.
Off your case, they funded the C.l.C.
That's not why I did it. What's your point?
Centre for Intrusion Control.
Computer crime. It's a digital world.
- I'm an analogue guy. I need your help.
- How?
Cyberspace needs policing,
and what I've got...
is the cutting edge law enforcement agency,
detection and response.
Who foots the bill for that?
Oh, a little money from the FBI,
a little more from the NSA...
a little jurisdictional arm wrestling.
But so what?
Sounds like another underfunded
government agency to me.
And a guy who wants to make it work.
No, that kind of crime, cyber-crime...
The US just can't go poking
into other countries' computers.
Don't you see, that's the beauty of it.
We're a private organisation.
We can be covert.
Who knows where it'll lead,
except into the future.
- You should be a recruiting agent.
- I am.
- Oh, are you offering me a job?
- I'm offering you a deal.
Some deal.
Come to work for me,
all the charges'll be dropped.
You're a hell of a negotiator, Walter.
I'm gonna do for computer crime
what J. Edgar Hoover did for the FBI.
- I hope you look good in a dress.
- I want you on my team.
- Do I have the right shoes?
- We'll train you.
We'll make you a fully qualified field agent.
There's some civilian clothes in a locker.
I'm gonna get some lunch.
How's lunch?
It's federal food.
Twice the price, half the flavour.
- I thought about your offer.
- Good.
I'm gonna do it.
Why?
Besides not having a choice?
Besides the fact that I've lost everything...
and this is a chance
to build something new?
I'll tell you why. I'm the best for it.
- That's what I like to hear.
- But on two conditions.
I'm not so happy now.
Jacob Resh works with me on salary
in some capacity.
That's impossible. He's a minor.
With all of your talk of going to the future,
you are absolutely crazy...
to go there without him.
He needs college. I can't touch him till then.
Jacob could teach college.
I know you guys throw money
to informants all the time...
crackheads, pimps, prostitutes, street scum.
Why not Jacob?
Maybe he doesn't meet our high standards.
All right, I'll see what I can do. What else?
- Mariano and his pals go free.
- Already done.
In fact, I even squeezed some money
for a drug rehab programme in the Bronx.
- Thanks.
- Well, don't get too excited.
Bureaucrats make promises
like bird droppings.
Let's see if they cough up the cash.
So, what's next for me?
Looks like you're getting settled in.
I've barely unpacked. Look at this.
- That's your name, isn't it?
- Strangely enough, yes.
- What? Who's that?
- Your boss.
- You're my boss.
- Not when she's around, I'm not.
Just smile. Play it by the book.
Walter, are you grovelling?
When the wind is strong even turkeys fly.
Hi, Jane.
- Welcome to the facility.
- Walter. Jane Farraday.
- This is Angela Bennett.
- I know who she is, Walter.
I want to thank you
for giving me this opportunity.
Oh, thank Walter. Personally,
I think you're both a waste of money.
We just leased office space in Seattle.
Nice building.
You see that?
He knows he's got me over a barrel.
A very small barrel,
but a barrel nonetheless.
Jane thinks Internet crime
is a waste of money.
It's good old shoe leather for Jane.
What is that, the Internet?
Can you show me where that is?
'Cause I can take you down any street
in America where we could be making cases.
So I'm not going to argue with you there.
You live and die by your numbers...
just like everyone else. But I came
specifically to see you, Ms Bennett.
Angela.
Someone hacked into FBI files
and created Liz Marx.
- That's your argument, right?
- That is what happened.
Well, I could argue that someone
could hack into FBI computers...
and create Angela Bennett.
- Oh, for God's sake--
- No, I'm just saying.
I mean, who's to say who she really is.
- I'm Angela Bennett.
- I'll be watching you.
Just to make sure we're on the same page.
- We're on the same page.
- Good.
- Different book.
- I heard that, Walter.
- And get a haircut.
- I'll get right on it, ma'am.
- She's horrible.
- Yeah.
Station six, you have to sign out
before leaving the range.
Station six, sign out! Station six, sign out!
Iguassu"...
Guess I won't...
I won't bounce back from this.
No, you're gonna stay alive, Shawn,
because you have a lot to account for.
The account, it's settled. Zero.
Come on. It's over.
My father gave this to me.
What? What are you complaining about?
No, you are, in a few months, embarking...
on a full-paid technical elite education...
by Walter Cizelski.
Yeah, there are no free lunches, Angel.
Don't fool yourself.
Okay. Did you at least send him a thank you
or talk to him?
I sent him a strip-o-gram.
"Thank you, dear Walter,
now off with my halter."
You are too much man for me, Sorcerer.
That's what I like to hear.
So how is it, now that you've crossed over
to the other side?
You make it sound like I died or something.
Worse. You're a fly in amber.
You're a helpless insect
trapped in a bureaucratic web.
You know what I'm most nervous about?
Classes tomorrow.
Do you know how long it has been
since I have cracked books?
Since back when they were using scrolls?
Is this what I missed
not having a kid brother?
Angel, chill.
It's time for all you junior G-men
and G-women to close your eyes.
Tomorrow is a big day.
And tomorrow and tomorrow...
Then on to a new beginning.
information on the Praetorians...
we'd find something.
We've got a partial address on
Memorial Bank. That's Praetorian for sure.
And all these chemicals of something
named "Zero." What is that?
Let me see, alpha-methyl-fluoro-3...
I can't even pronounce that one.
Sounds like a chemical makeup
for a synthetic drug, like heroin.
- The Praetorians are into that, too?
- Why not? It's big business.
This is amazing.
The whole Praetorian computer network
has folded up and just gone off-line.
Yeah, disconnected phone numbers,
businesses that no longer exist...
whole families relocated, no forwarding.
I guess that's what you do
when you cover your tracks.
- You erase everything.
- Zero. Test the Bronx.
Keep slurping that. You think
they're testing this drug in the Bronx?
No, there's a lot of addicts in the Bronx.
You know, maybe you should call Mariano.
He lives there.
Maybe he can give us something to go on,
tell us something about Zero.
That is a great idea.
We should beeline to Mariano.
- Hey, there, get out of my way.
- Wait, wait, wait up.
What's up? What's up?
- What's up? How's it going?
- All right.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, check this out.
Look at this mother.
Who does he think he is?
White trash punk-ass wants to party.
I bet it's some big shot movie star.
I'll collapse your vein, brother.
Go around the corner, man.
Come on, what's the matter with you?
You want me to get shot?
- Gangi, what's up, man?
- What's up, brother?
- I got to talk with this idiot.
- All right.
Look, what's the matter with you?
I told you we can't do business.
There's a system up already,
and I can't rock the boat.
Now that you mention it,
you don't look like a boat type.
Man, I know I never been in a boat.
What difference does that make?
I have my suppliers.
The merchandise you got don't do it.
My name is Angela Bennett.
I discovered a group of computer terrorists.
They erased my life.
They made me into a criminal.
I am not going to stop
until I get my life back.
But if they did this to me,
they could do this to you.
- Hey, how much for the day?
- $75.
You gotta be kidding me.
- How can it be $75 for a day?
- Security.
- And who protects us from you?
- I do.
- And how much does that cost?
- Another $25.
- $100 to park our car here?
- It's the Bronx.
I mean, you could park it on the street.
We're friends with a pretty big guy
in these parts.
Oh, yes? And who might that be?
- Mariano Maza.
- Mariano.
So now what do you say?
$150.
I'm Missy Rains in the Bronx.
In this brutalised neighbourhood
with drugs, there is a new presence.
Last night, not 20 feet
from where I'm standing...
the fourth dealer in as many nights
was shot dead.
And now the people of the Bronx,
the people who live here...
they wonder, is there a vigilante at work?
Mariano Maza, someone who grew up on
these mean streets, what's your opinion?
Well, we have a drug. A new drug
out on the streets. It's called Zero.
Isn't that smart? And I'm just here
to warn everybody out there.
You may turn away now
because it's just us, but soon...
it's gonna be
all the pretty white kids out there.
But what's your opinion of this vigilante?
Well, there's so much killing in our cities as
it is, but a drug dealer is a killer himself...
and if he dies
then you're killing a killer, right?
So you mean you condone this?
Is this an ethical question or what?
No, if you had the chance to kill a dealer
and could get away with it, would you?
Look, there is a synthetic heroin out there.
It's cheap, and it's strong.
But would you kill?
How do you know the dealers
aren't killing the dealers?
We've got a Saddam Hussein out here
in River City.
And I've got a theory about paranoia.
You plant a seed in people's minds,
they'll run with it...
and eventually they'll terrify themselves.
But...
this information Miss Bennett stole
has been a great inconvenience.
Sir, we've run a standard DRP.
Taken the network routers off-line.
Pieces is all Angela Bennett's getting
right now.
We just continue frustrating her,
she'll self-destruct.
Zero. The new taste sensation.
And as of right now, the ratio of new addicts
to those overdosing is dead even.
We're killing junkies
as fast as we're making them.
A slight bug in the system.
Our pharmaceutical source
is recalibrating the mixture...
assures me that the new improved Zero
will be less potent, though as addictive.
You know the slogan out on the streets:
Zero drug use.
That's cute, huh?
What about the competition?
They're not taking our interference lightly.
But our synthetic yield is cheaper.
More bang for the buck.
Resistance among dealers is, well, falling.
That's some tang it's got.
An acquired taste.
Well, you know what I always say:
Give the pigs what they'll eat.
Am I a guinea pig to you?
- Do I look like a guinea pig?
- Well, they're better looking.
Pigs. That's how we are being used.
What's your solution, huh?
And this is a quote, "Kill everyone."
Is that the answer?
- Listen man, the cops...
- Man.
...they've given up on
our part of town, okay?
My kids, they walk through a war zone
of drug dealers, huh?
I understand, but let me handle it.
Otherwise, it's gonna be a bloodbath,
us killing the dealers...
and the dealers killing us.
I had to do that to experience that again.
Mommy, oh, if I had to die right now,
this would be the right moment.
This is Jacob. Jacob, this is Mariano.
And you, young lady, you're going to jail.
- I'm going to slap some handcuffs on you.
- What? Why?
Why? Robbing the cradle, mijita. Please.
Forget it, Mariano.
Don't you know who this is?
- No, I didn't order any pizza.
- This is the Sorcerer.
I've admired you from afar for so long.
Let's go and not pop the bubble.
No, no. Please don't go.
You got a hold of me in the first place.
Besides, you owe me, 'cause I helped
you out even before I even knew you.
- That shows what kind of guy I am.
- Okay. Can you guys just both let me go?
- Of course.
- Thank you. Can we come in?
Darling, please enter.
My cousin, Tono.
Tono, Angela, the queen of my dreams.
And this is Sorcerer.
My friend, have you considered my offer?
I ain't got no friends, man.
And my answer to you is coming
straight from my boss: E chute!
Well, then, come here,
deliver a message back, amigo.
You're the last holdout on this corner. Were.
All right. So far...
Don't let this get you down...
we have narrowed our search down
to 167 pharmaceutical companies.
None are Praetorian-owned.
All of them make the chemicals
for making Zero?
Well, I'm sure only one company
actually produces the drug but...
It's still a hell of a hay stack.
Well, the FDA oversees. So how are
the Praetorians getting away with it?
I mean, how do you make
synthetic heroin on a large scale...
-and not get caught?
- You can't.
- That's where our mistake is.
- Now, wait a minute, little boy.
What are you saying?
That it's a fiction of my imagination?
That there's no business enterprise
manufacturing Zero?
Is that what you think?
That it's just falling out of the sky?
Weighing the variables,
I'd have to posit the following:
We should disregard all obvious choices
and explore alternative scenarios...
such as the possibility
that what we're looking for...
isn't a business at all,
but rather a non-business.
Hey, maybe I shouldn't have called him
a little boy.
Well, so we should have been searching
for pharmaceutical companies...
that have been out of business?
Well, unless Mariano feels differently.
No, hey, hey, hey,
I know a good idea when I hear it.
- He's such a humble man.
- Hey, don't start with me now.
Okay. Langstrom Pharmaceuticals.
It's a warehouse in Queens.
Now, of all the companies that handle
the chemical used to make this drug...
they're the most recent to go belly-up.
Let me see, they filed bankruptcy
six months ago and they were taken...
They were taken over by Memorial Bank.
You know who they are?
Yeah, they took my life away from me.
But I'm gonna get it back.
- Breach?
- Yeah.
Run.
This is perfect. Don't you see,
we can tip the FBI. They go in--
And the Praetorians are exposed.
You know, I can tip the FBI
as Sorcerer, like I've done before.
This is it, Angela, we have finally
found a way to take them down.
Guess what?
I got a lead on the chairman for you.
Mr Olivier? You are such a smarty.
Yes, well, remember
that ritzy address in Connecticut?
- The one near Trelawney's, only bigger.
- Yeah, do you want us to check it out?
- I mean, chances are pretty good--
- Yeah, he's moved out without a trace.
- But not for why we thought.
- Okay. So?
So I on-lined the Connecticut property,
found it was just put on the public block...
photos featuring spectacular rose garden.
I hacked the local nursery.
He has a credit line of $1,500
unpaid since August 14.
Is he dead?
Well, I've checked the database. Zip.
So I called the local nursery. Martin...
He hates Olivier, wants his money, says
that he probably drank himself into a gutter.
So I called the local pub.
Turns out that Olivier is quite a cut up
after he's had a few.
Are you gonna tell me where he is or not?
That's same question I asked
the bartender, Rebecca.
Get this.
She doesn't know where Olivier is...
-but his sister might.
- His sister?
Now, she loves her brother,
but his lawyer made it clear...
that if she didn't sign papers
committing him to a recovery sanitarium...
he would die of liver failure
within the next two weeks.
- He's in recovery?
- Sort of.
She had to declare him insane
in order to save him...
along with the doctor
provided by the lawyer.
Said papers were signed August 14,
Whitenberg Sanitarium...
owner, Memorial Bank.
- Where's the sanitarium?
- Upstate close to you.
Angela, we're gonna do this.
We're gonna take down the Praetorians.
- Are you there?
- Yeah.
Is this the right address, or what?
You are very resourceful. I wish I were.
I want my identity back.
I'm not gonna be much help.
They pushed you aside.
I know that's why you're here.
You mean, it's not to get in touch
with my inner self?
How do I get my life back? Tell me that.
I don't know if that's possible.
Look at me. You've hurt me.
You've deprived me of my father,
of a family, of friends.
Everybody that I have ever loved,
you've taken from me.
I wanna know their weak spot. Tell me.
One day the Praetorians
are gonna come here...
and that day will be your last breath.
So if you help me now,
maybe I'll help you live.
Information, that's their weakness.
If you want to destroy the network,
you have to get to the embedded computer.
Trelawney's. But you can't hack it.
You have to go
into the building, underneath.
How do I do that?
Our main compound is a corporate front.
You go through the travel agency...
there's a steel elevator with a coded box.
If you can't get in there,
there's an escape route.
Now, you'll need to create a virus.
And you'll launch it
through Trelawney's computer.
Use this phrase as the key escrow...
"The empire never ended."
- I'll go there myself. I don't care.
- That's suicide.
Yeah, so is doing nothing.
Yeah, but we can't do it with four.
He's right, amigo.
Then we get more.
I know guys who will risk it.
They have family who have OD'd
on this stuff, and they're not scared.
Hey, the kid's not scared, I'm not scared,
okay? So don't do that, okay?
All I need is 10 minutes,
and I can send the destruct virus, right?
Ten minutes. Do you think
you guys can cover me for that long?
It's them or us. I'll do it.
Okay. Then I'm in.
Jacob?
You don't have to.
FBI. Morris.
Agent Morris, I have a message for you
from Sorcerer.
He says that you'll soon be notified
with the location of Liz Marx.
She'll be unarmed.
If any harm comes to her,
that'll be the first thing out on the net.
If you follow his instructions, you'll have
Liz Marx in your custody by tomorrow night.
This is it.
- All right, let's go.
- Okay. Let's go.
Let's go.
Come on, baby.
Yep.
All right.
How are you going to explain the three of us
in a travel agency at the same time?
Trust me.
Three for Puerto Rico.
You know, I've heard great things
about those all-male cruises.
- I'm running an interface.
- Whatever you say, baby.
This place is huge.
Show me the brain, mama, come on.
These codes are cutting through this stuff
like butter.
- I got it.
- Yeah.
- So what are we waiting for then?
- Go.
Gunshots, sir. Level two east.
All right. What's the password?
What's the password?
Just a moment, sir. We have a situation.
Is it serious?
Get down!
This is the target, the bunker. Seal it.
Open up the embedded line to my computer.
The whole security system's off-line.
All right. Show us your guts.
You got five minutes before I make the call.
This is it. This is it.
Jacob, you've got four seconds.
All right, open sesame.
- All right, Jacob.
- Yeah.
Let's go. Come on. Come on. Move it.
Move it. Come on.
Angela!
Yes, I see.
We're running out of time, baby. Come on.
What's happening?
I know. I know. Flex me, all right.
Let's go. Cover her. Cover her!
The empire never ended? Think again.
Where's Liz Marx?
Whoa, whoa.
Liz Marx?
- Downstairs through the elevator.
- The elevator, move.
That's all we have.
Okay? Yeah.
FBI. FBI. Throw down your weapons.
Throw them down!
Get down on the ground.
- Where's Trelawney?
- I don't know.
So I'm wondering,
are you gonna face the cameras...
or is your boss going to step in
to take the heat?
Don't you worry about me, kid.
I'm flying high.
- Right now my career is aerodynamic.
- Oh, yeah. Like a set of car keys.
Massive corruption of FBI computer files,
mistaken identity, false arrests...
you people have made my life a living hell.
Oh, you're Liz Marx,
and there's no denying it.
You know, in Ohio, a jury gave a guy
$10 million for that same mistake.
Oh, right, the publicity.
That was awful, wasn't it?
Oh, it is going to be way worse with me.
Yeah, and every time some red-faced
reporter shouts a question at your boss...
he's going to be thinking of you.
You know, I phoned that tip on Liz Marx.
We wanted you to show up.
You had to see that place to believe it.
Listen, right now I've got you both
assaulting a legitimate business.
Legitimate? What are you talking about?
They're drug dealers.
- They're cooking Zero in the Bronx.
- And we gave you that one. You blew it.
They ship it, and they sell it.
What do you need?
I'm not letting you on a computer,
neither one of you.
And I've heard Sorcerer.
You're not in his class, kid.
Go ask your boss for clearance.
Kick it upstairs, and let them worry about it.
Yeah, I used a word when I called you.
A code word.
You heard that tape, I know you did.
What was the word?
It was a code phrase, yeah.
Sackbut. That's the word. Sackbut.
Yeah, get me Washington.
Hi. Walter Cizelski.
- C.l.C.
- Never heard of you, Walter, or the C.l.C.
Hot tea.
Hot tea that tastes more like coffee
than the coffee in that machine.
- Is that my file?
- Yeah, I brought it in for looks.
Oh. Are the supervisors
watching somewhere?
There are those that think...
the universe will crumble
if we don't do everything by the book.
So, Ms Bennett...
- Are you surprised I know who you are?
- I am.
Well, that crew we brought in, that you led
us to, is not your normal class of criminals.
We know they corrupted our computer files.
This is a very big deal.
- Good. So finally I can go.
- Not just yet.
Oh, you disappoint me, Walter.
Well, you're still, legally speaking,
Ms Bennett, a mixed bag.
The Justice Department filed
a criminal complaint this morning...
against Angela Bennett.
So, half a dozen federal hacking charges...
impersonating an agent,
assault with intent... It goes on.
So I'm gonna shut up now
until I have a lawyer.
Let me finish.
This is all very real, but it is also,
so far, by the book.
Angela, I knew you were out there
on your own.
No support.
Gotta be tough indeed.
Picture climbing Everest with no oxygen.
Yeah.
Probably so.
What?
I don't know. For a minute there you just...
You were acting like you...
That I climbed it? Yes.
I thought it was a good comparison.
You climbed Everest?
- Yeah.
- How?
Well, I started at the bottom, and then I
went to the top, and then I came back down.
I'm impressed.
That's not why I did it.
You know, today you made my day.
They funded my programme.
Off your case, they funded the C.l.C.
That's not why I did it. What's your point?
Centre for Intrusion Control.
Computer crime. It's a digital world.
- I'm an analogue guy. I need your help.
- How?
Cyberspace needs policing,
and what I've got...
is the cutting edge law enforcement agency,
detection and response.
Who foots the bill for that?
Oh, a little money from the FBI,
a little more from the NSA...
a little jurisdictional arm wrestling.
But so what?
Sounds like another underfunded
government agency to me.
And a guy who wants to make it work.
No, that kind of crime, cyber-crime...
The US just can't go poking
into other countries' computers.
Don't you see, that's the beauty of it.
We're a private organisation.
We can be covert.
Who knows where it'll lead,
except into the future.
- You should be a recruiting agent.
- I am.
- Oh, are you offering me a job?
- I'm offering you a deal.
Some deal.
Come to work for me,
all the charges'll be dropped.
You're a hell of a negotiator, Walter.
I'm gonna do for computer crime
what J. Edgar Hoover did for the FBI.
- I hope you look good in a dress.
- I want you on my team.
- Do I have the right shoes?
- We'll train you.
We'll make you a fully qualified field agent.
There's some civilian clothes in a locker.
I'm gonna get some lunch.
How's lunch?
It's federal food.
Twice the price, half the flavour.
- I thought about your offer.
- Good.
I'm gonna do it.
Why?
Besides not having a choice?
Besides the fact that I've lost everything...
and this is a chance
to build something new?
I'll tell you why. I'm the best for it.
- That's what I like to hear.
- But on two conditions.
I'm not so happy now.
Jacob Resh works with me on salary
in some capacity.
That's impossible. He's a minor.
With all of your talk of going to the future,
you are absolutely crazy...
to go there without him.
He needs college. I can't touch him till then.
Jacob could teach college.
I know you guys throw money
to informants all the time...
crackheads, pimps, prostitutes, street scum.
Why not Jacob?
Maybe he doesn't meet our high standards.
All right, I'll see what I can do. What else?
- Mariano and his pals go free.
- Already done.
In fact, I even squeezed some money
for a drug rehab programme in the Bronx.
- Thanks.
- Well, don't get too excited.
Bureaucrats make promises
like bird droppings.
Let's see if they cough up the cash.
So, what's next for me?
Looks like you're getting settled in.
I've barely unpacked. Look at this.
- That's your name, isn't it?
- Strangely enough, yes.
- What? Who's that?
- Your boss.
- You're my boss.
- Not when she's around, I'm not.
Just smile. Play it by the book.
Walter, are you grovelling?
When the wind is strong even turkeys fly.
Hi, Jane.
- Welcome to the facility.
- Walter. Jane Farraday.
- This is Angela Bennett.
- I know who she is, Walter.
I want to thank you
for giving me this opportunity.
Oh, thank Walter. Personally,
I think you're both a waste of money.
We just leased office space in Seattle.
Nice building.
You see that?
He knows he's got me over a barrel.
A very small barrel,
but a barrel nonetheless.
Jane thinks Internet crime
is a waste of money.
It's good old shoe leather for Jane.
What is that, the Internet?
Can you show me where that is?
'Cause I can take you down any street
in America where we could be making cases.
So I'm not going to argue with you there.
You live and die by your numbers...
just like everyone else. But I came
specifically to see you, Ms Bennett.
Angela.
Someone hacked into FBI files
and created Liz Marx.
- That's your argument, right?
- That is what happened.
Well, I could argue that someone
could hack into FBI computers...
and create Angela Bennett.
- Oh, for God's sake--
- No, I'm just saying.
I mean, who's to say who she really is.
- I'm Angela Bennett.
- I'll be watching you.
Just to make sure we're on the same page.
- We're on the same page.
- Good.
- Different book.
- I heard that, Walter.
- And get a haircut.
- I'll get right on it, ma'am.
- She's horrible.
- Yeah.
Station six, you have to sign out
before leaving the range.
Station six, sign out! Station six, sign out!
Iguassu"...
Guess I won't...
I won't bounce back from this.
No, you're gonna stay alive, Shawn,
because you have a lot to account for.
The account, it's settled. Zero.
Come on. It's over.
My father gave this to me.
What? What are you complaining about?
No, you are, in a few months, embarking...
on a full-paid technical elite education...
by Walter Cizelski.
Yeah, there are no free lunches, Angel.
Don't fool yourself.
Okay. Did you at least send him a thank you
or talk to him?
I sent him a strip-o-gram.
"Thank you, dear Walter,
now off with my halter."
You are too much man for me, Sorcerer.
That's what I like to hear.
So how is it, now that you've crossed over
to the other side?
You make it sound like I died or something.
Worse. You're a fly in amber.
You're a helpless insect
trapped in a bureaucratic web.
You know what I'm most nervous about?
Classes tomorrow.
Do you know how long it has been
since I have cracked books?
Since back when they were using scrolls?
Is this what I missed
not having a kid brother?
Angel, chill.
It's time for all you junior G-men
and G-women to close your eyes.
Tomorrow is a big day.
And tomorrow and tomorrow...
Then on to a new beginning.