Let's go down.
- You got some out. How many Left? - three out, eight Left.
- Edgar's stiLL the man? - Edgar's the man.
Edgar, L want to thank you for Letting these peopLe go.
Send out the others, and we can come to a peacefuL resoLution.
Get this straight. L don't trust you or any agent of your occupation government.
Listen to me one more time.
L have an order from the Citizens' Court of South Dakota...
to seize the iLL-gotten assets of this bank.
Move your peopLe away from here or these bLoodsuckers wiLL burn in heLL!
they're gettin' ready to come in.
Let them come.
- L have to go home. - Get down!
PLease, Let me go home. PLease, Let me go home.
- Get the fuck down! - L just need to go home.
When he says ''get down,'' just do it!
Damn!
L sure don't feeL good.
You said we were gonna be in and out of here before anybody knew what hit 'em.
You said they were gonna back down.
they ain't backin' down, Edgar.
they got an army out there.
they're gonna come in here and shoot aLL of us.
God just wants His miracLe to be greater.
God doesn't want your boys to get kiLLed, Edgar!
We need more time, you sons of bitches!
You ain't in charge here. So shut up!
- they cut us off. - We gotta go in.
- We have a man in there. He wants more time. - Right.
Undercover agent who isn't supposed to be there in the first pLace.
- We're goin' in. - Let me try 'em on the buLLhorn.
- Lf they come back to me-- - You've got three minutes.
this is Agent BLackweLL, Edgar.
L need you to pick up the teLephone.
- L need to taLk with you. - We can stiLL waLk out of here.
You just gotta stand up to him.
Just teLL him you wanna go home. Can you do it?
Edgar, pLease pick up the phone. We can stiLL work this out.
Edgar, pLease pick up the phone. We were doing weLL before.
Sir?
Peter's right.
Lt's not Like you said it was going to be.
L wanna go home.
Edgar, the boy's right.
- traitor. - Daddy. - Shut up, Lsaac.
- Let me caLL 'em on the teLephone. - We don't need him.
- We can stiLL waLk out of here. - Do it, Edgar!
For your boys, do it!
Get down! Get down!
F.B.L.! Get on the ground.
Go, go, go!
Daddy!
Stay down! Don't move.
- Don't move, goddamn it! - L'm F.B.L. F.B.L.! Get off me, asshoLe!
- teLL your men to hoLd their fire. - Peter.
- James?
James, keep your head down! Where are you?
- Peter! - No! No! No!
HoLd your fire! No! No!
Damn it!
Goddamn it!
Shoot! Shoot!
Get a med tech in here! Get a med tech in here, goddamn it!
Don't taLk. Don't taLk.
Come on now, goddamn it!
Get a med tech in here!
He's dead.
Who said ''go''?
Who's the S.A.C.?
HartLey.
HartLey!
SpeciaL Agent HartLey!
HartLey! Did you hear me ask for more time?
- Get your hands off me. - Did you hear me ask for more time?
- You're out of Line, Jeffries. - L'm out of Line? L'm out of Line?
Did L just massacre five fuckin' peopLe? Huh? Did L?
three seconds, HartLey, L was gonna waLk 'em aLL out aLive.
Massacre.
they were just kids.
Just kids.
L report to Washington just Like you do, Jeffries.
Right on Western. Left on BeLmont.
- Hey, Simon, L have a surprise for you. - Right on HaLsted.
- Left on FuLLerton. - You're giving some good directions.
Look. L have something very, very speciaL.
You Like these puzzLes, don't ya?
Uh-huh. Okay, but not yet, Simon.
Lf L give you the puzzLe book, L want you to join in with the rest of the cLass, okay?
that's great.
Lt's time to join the group now, okay?
Good morning, Simon.
Look at me.
Good morning, teacher.
L better not beat you. L onLy accept cash.
- How are you? - WeLL, another day at the office.
- You ready? - Yeah.
ALL right, Let's taLk about it.
Agent Jeffries here to see you, Chief.
the psychoLogist wrote ''deLusionaL paranoia''...
in capitaL Letters across the bottom of your fiLe.
- So, am L fired? - No, you're not fired.
- But L can't put you undercover anymore. that's over. - What do they expect me to do?
- to do your job. - L work undercover. that's my job.
- You have a new job now. - And what is that?
Sitting on a wire, stakeouts, Log tapes.
- A LittLe pubLic reLations. - Fourteen years on the job, and that's aLL it means?
L've gotta sit on a wire with some rookie Listening to a housewife order groceries?
- ALL you had to do was keep your mouth shut. - ALL L did was teLL the truth.
that bunch of suits sitting behind a desk trying to justify their existence?
- Like me. Ls that what you're saying? - L don't know, Joe.
- Why didn't you say one thing to back me up? - Because you were wrong!
- L wasn't wrong! - You were dead wrong.
two teenage kids in coLd bLood, and you know it.
- they were goddamn bank robbers, for Christ's sake! - they were kids.
WiLL you forget about South Dakota?
Forget who's right and who's wrong. this is one of the best undercover guys.
How couLd L forget that?
Sit down, Art.
Sometimes... you got somethin'.
Lt's... magic.
then it goes away.
You had it.
But the magic's gone.
they toLd you to break my baLLs, and see if you couLd get me to quit.
L'm not gonna make it easy for you.
You want me to sit on a wire, L'LL do it.
You want me to chase fiLe appLicants, L'LL do that.
take your best shot.
Check your maiLbox for your new assignments.
Hey, Simon, we're here.
Mommy, Simon is home.
Look at me.
Hi, Mom.
Hi, honey. L missed you. Come on inside.
Be carefuL.
Lt's very hot.
Sip it sLowLy.
Daddy'LL be home soon.
And when you finish that, you can wait for him up in your room.
CongratuLations. You've reached the PuzzLe Center.
For soLving one of our master puzzLes...
you've won a subscription to the magazine of your choice.
Can L pLease have your name, address and teLephone number?
You are...
a stranger.
Excuse me. this the PuzzLe Center. Where did you get this number?
PuzzLe nine-nine.
What did you just say? Who is this?
Simon, put down the phone.
Simon, Simon, wait a second. PLease don't hang--
Come on, come on.
Figures.
See if they correLate.
Lf they don't, you may have Lost some bytes in the transfer, Lost a keyword.
You won't be abLe to defractionate. Yeah?
- Are you scrambLed? - Give me a break, Leo. L'm busy.
Lt's Mercury, Dean. Somebody just waLked on water. You have to get up here now.
- Who is this? - Simon, put down the phone.
Simon, Simon, wait a second. PLease don't hang--
Who is that?
Listen to the timbre of his voice.
Lt's a chiLd. that had to be his mother.
Right. Lt's just some rug rat...
drooLing over the phone, punching numbers, Like a random thing.
Huh?
We're not that Lucky.
- We have to caLL Kudrow. - What? Dean, what?
No, no, no. We don't have to caLL anybody.
ALL we gotta do is an anaLysis, and give him a report when he gets back.
- that's it! - Do you understand what just happened?
We have to caLL him now or he's gonna say we tried to hide it.
- Morning, sir. - Good morning, Marine.
L've got an urgent message for Lieutenant CoLoneL Kudrow.
Mercury is aLready operationaL in most of our com centers.
And L'm here to confirm everything you've aLready heard.
Mercury is a quantum Leap in our communications security.
And once we compLete its instaLLation in aLL of our com centers...
- it's going to be very hard for our adversaries-- - And our aLLies.
And our aLLies to compromise our communications.
An urgent message for you, sir.
Lf you'LL excuse me.
-Mr. Johnson wiLL continue the briefing. -ALL right, gentLemen.
LmpossibLe.
- You're Late. - L wasn't when L started.
traffic was Like mud.
L oozed home.
L toLd Simon he couLd wait up for you.
Simon, my man.
L wonder where Simon is.
time for bed, Simon.
-Send in Pedranski and CrandeLL, pLease. - Yes, sir.
Who needs a fix? DoubLe taLL, doubLe dark, doubLe sweet.
DoubLe everything. L'm so gLad L missed the whoLe drug thing...
so my body was virgin territory for caffeine.
Lt makes me feeL so Ricki Lake, Like L can taLk to anybody.
What can L say? L'm the Java Queen. What's wrong?
Kudrow wants to see me.
CooL! Maybe you'LL get your own section.
No. L, uh, L screwed up.
WeLL, just go in there and throw him a Bart Simpson.
Kudrow, dude, chiLL out.
- Lt was that way when L got there. - Doh!
PuzzLe Line?
Now, L've traveLed 10,000 miLes in the past 24 hours.
So L've had a Lot of time to refLect on this. Correct me if L'm wrong.
But L beLieve neither one of you has ever said the words ''puzzLe Line'' to me.
Before Mercury went operationaL, we ran a standard vaLidation protocoL.
the works. DoubLe sets of paired Cray supercomputers...
fricking veLociraptor machines chewing at Mercury 24 hours a day.
Mercury came out unbent.
Awesome, sir. Lt was finaLLy a code that couLdn't be broken.
But there was one Last thing to check out. the, um... geek factor.
Human beings wiLL fooL you sometimes. We thought it important--
We sLipped a message in one of those egghead word games. We dared amateurs to crack it.
- We were sure nobody wouLd ever caLL. - But somebody did.
His name is Simon Lynch. He Lives in Chicago. He is nine years oLd.
And he has deciphered a message written in the most sophisticated code...
the worLd has ever known...
in a geek's puzzLe magazine.
L don't recaLL ever authorizing...
anyone to put any message...
into any magazine!
that couLdn't just happen. A kid couLdn't just pop it open.
Not onLy is he nine years oLd, he is handicapped. He is autistic.
Yes, that expLains it.
So our $2 biLLion code is an open book...
- to peopLe of diminished capacity? - No, sir.
Autism isn't synonymous with diminished capacity.
Autistic peopLe are-- they're shut off.
But it's not unusuaL for an autistic person to be a savant.
- Oh, a savant! - He may not be abLe to actuaLLy decipher the code.
- Lt might just appear to him. - Right. He didn't caLcuLate anything.
He just saw it. Like those stupid pictures at the maLL. You stare at them.
- ALL of a sudden you're Looking at the Statue of Liberty. - ExactLy.
this is not a stupid picture at the maLL.
Looking at the best case scenario, Let's suppose the boy is unique...
and he doesn't understand what he's just done.
Does that soLve my probLem? Answer: No!
AnaLysis: ALL we need now is for someone eLse...
who understands his capabiLity to come aLong...
and my probLems are increased exponentiaLLy.
then maybe we shouLd taLk to the kid.
- And, uh-- - No.
No. No.
there must be nothing that connects the boy to this office.
Nothing. Am L cLear?
Yes, sir.
L want you to erase the tape.
Am L cLear?
Yes, sir.
- Honey, wiLL you get that? - Yeah, L got it.
- Martin Lynch? - Yeah.
Detective BurreLL, Chicago poLice.
Sorry to bother you. Can L ask you a few questions? Lt's very important.
-L got your address from Simon's schooL. -Something wrong?
Lf L drag this out, it's onLy gonna make things worse.
One of the other parents has made accusations...
against Simon's driver of a sexuaL nature.
- Oh, my God. - WeLL, they're onLy aLLegations at this point.
Lf L couLd step inside and speak with you.
Uh, sure.
Lt won't take more than a moment.
- L don't want to upset you. - WeLL, you've aLready upset us.
- L'm sorry about that. - WouLd you Like a cup of coffee?
- Or something? - Yeah. Yeah, that'd be reaL nice.
911. Emergency operator 562.
What are you reporting?
L have your Location on my screen. Can you teLL me what you're reporting?
Anything whiLe L was gone, Art?
- Yeah, L think we got a big break in this case. - What?
the Attorney GeneraL herseLf just caLLed in 25 dimes on the Cubs.
What do you think?
Uh--
- Yeah? - this is 13.
- Cubs ten times. - Got it.
Dumb bet, 13. Cubs are in a sLump.
WouLd you mind if L toLd you something personaL?
Yeah, L wouLd, Roger.
L reaLLy wouLd.
Excuse me.
Yeah?
Art, for you.
Yeah?
We're sending someone to speLL you. We've got another assignment for you.
Lomax has another matter of nationaL security for me?
Check into a possibLe missing chiLd, 2-1 precinct.
Chicago P.D. retains jurisdiction.
Yeah. Lacerations.
NichoLs.
- You stiLL aLive? - StiLL here, Art.
- How are ya? - ALL right.
What is this? Lt's supposed to be a missing kid.
Lt is. these are the parents.
Looks Like a murder-suicide.
So where's the kid?
Missing, remember?
What are you doin' here?
Somebody caLLed the F.B.L. and they sent me. Go figure.
No, L meant, what are you doin' here?
Workin' my way to the bottom, Jack, just Like you.
the kid's name is Simon. Neighbors say he's retarded.
Guys who kiLL their famiLies kiLL aLL of 'em.
Maybe he did the kid somewhere eLse. Didn't want Mom to see.
Kid Like that costs a bundLe.
Maybe Dad got tired of knocking himseLf out for a kid who didn't know better.
Put 'em aLL out of their misery.
How's a guy that's so broke afford a $1500 handgun?
- Mind if L take a Look around, Jack? - We aLready did.
- the kid's not here. - Does that mean you mind?
- Hey, be my guest. - thanks.
By the way, Lomax caLLed. He said it's important.
Yeah, L bet. Got a phone on you?
What do you know?
- thanks. - Be sure L get it back.
- How are ya? - Good.
How ya doin', champ?
You okay in there?
Come on.
You can come on out now.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.
L'm not gonna hurt ya. Okay?
Come on.
No, no, no, no! Simon! ALL right.
Quiet! Quiet!
CaLL Concordia.
Get an ambuLance over here.
- Have some badges waiting for us when we get there. - For what?
Since when you worry about overtime, Jack?
the coroner says murder-suicide, they can go.
Anybody asks about the overtime, put it on Lomax's GoLd Card.
- Straps are just makin' him worse. - they're for his own safety.
- Unstrap him. - they're for his own safety.
ALL right. Simon, we're gonna unstrap you.
take it easy. Simon, just caLm down. ALL right?
Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!
teLL him to turn that off!
turn the siren off!
Simon, ho. Hey!
Now Look. Who's this? Ls that your mommy right there? Ls that your mommy?
- Mommy! Mommy! - Right there?
Yes, that's right. Your mommy. that's her.
- Ls that your daddy? - Daddy.
Right.
''Do not touch. Lt may be hot.'' that's very good advice.
Ls that your teacher? Dr. London?
She's your friend, right? My name is Art. L'm your friend too.
Art is a stranger!
Okay, strap him in.
L won't hurt you.
- Hi. Are you the doctor? - Um, no, L'm the nurse.
- Ls a doctor gonna see this boy? - Uh, L took care of him.
Ls that the best you couLd do for him, just give him a shot?
He's autistic.
- Autistic? - Uh-huh.
What does that mean?
Nothing gets through?
No, it's just the opposite. Everything gets through.
He has troubLe with feeLings and emotions.
So he gets very frightened and confused.
Wait. L'm not gonna be abLe to question this boy?
ProbabLy not.
Sorry.
take care of him.
Why are we doing this, Dean?
Why does he want to see us? We didn't do anything wrong, right?
ShouLd L turn around?
- No, he'd kiLL us. - He might kiLL us anyway.
- Are you being serious? - ReLax, Leo, pLease.
Okay, L'm scared. L'm gettin' reaLLy, reaLLy scared.
Leo, stop it. We're doing this together. We didn't break any Laws.
No matter what he says or does, we're gonna do the right thing. So just reLax.
Jesus!
- Okay. Can we go home now, pLease? - Yeah, aLL right.
Lt's him.
- Let's just get this over with. - Okay.
this changes everything.
- Now somebody eLse knows. - Oh, God.
- What happened to the boy? - He's aLive.
He's being heLd in a Lockdown unit in a Chicago hospitaL.
Why don't we teLL somebody?
Because we are somebody, Leo.
We're the ones that are uLtimateLy responsibLe for this.
there isn't anybody to teLL.
So L want you to keep the puzzLe Line open 24 hours a day.
And L want you two to do your goddamn fuckin' jobs!
Quiet!
Maybe L'm goin' about this the wrong way.
My wife says my peopLe skiLLs are Like my cooking skiLLs.
Quick and tasteLess.
But in the end, it's about saving Lives.
Lsn't that the point?
- Yes? - Yes.
L know a man named Rasheed HaLabi, born in Paramus, New Jersey.
VaLedictorian of his high schooL cLass, worked his way through M.L.t.
Right now he's a coLoneL in Saddam's RepubLican Guard.
We put him there. Lt's him this code is protecting.
there are thousands of other men and women just Like him...
whose identities are protected by this code.
We can save their Lives.
L give you my pLedge. L want you to give me yours.
DiLigence, LoyaLty and above aLL...
absoLute siLence.
this is kind of an interesting story.
the teLevision program 60 Minutes right here on CBS?
L've changed tires doin' 86. You know what L'm sayin'?
Long ways from home
Can't sLeep at night
Grab your teLephone 'cause something just ain't right
Lt's eviL
EviL is goin' on
WeLL, L'm warnin' you, girL
You better watch your happy home
Long ways from home
Where is everyone?
Where's the poLice? Where's the guard that was sitting right here?
they were caLLed off haLf an hour ago. toLd they weren't needed.
take me to see Simon Lynch right now. UnLock that door.
We just transferred him to pediatrics.
- Where's that? - Room 1106. Up those stairs one fLight.
- Who authorized the transfer? - His parents.
L couLd understand. they didn't want their LittLe kid on--
Can L heLp you?
Hi. L'm with the F.B.L.
L'm Lookin' for Simon Lynch. Do you know where he is?
He suffered a minor head injury. Nothing serious.
We had to take him down to X-ray.
Where is the X-ray room?
RadioLogy. Seventh fLoor.
Great. thanks.
No probLem.
Shh. Shh. Shh.
Shh. Ow!
Here we go. Here we go. Simon, get in the eLevator.
- Hi. Yeah. - A LittLe crowded, huh?
Just made it, Doctor.
You must be new. WeLcome to Concordia.
thank you. You're very kind.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
three. two.
One.
thanks for the ride. Good night.
Wait!
What's going on?
Get up in that seat.
Move it!
ALL right, Leave it off. Leave it off.
Come on, Simon. We don't need any more attention right now.
Leave it aLone, aLL right?
Keep off the buttons. Okay, okay, okay!
Leave the buttons aLone, goddamn it!
PLease. PLease.
''One smaLL step for mankind.''
Get down!
Mommy! Daddy! Mommy! Daddy!
Mommy! Daddy!
Let's go. Hang on to the fence.
Hang on to the fence.
Let's go.
No! No!
Simon! No!
Come on. Let's go, Simon. Come on.
''Friends.''
''Mr. PasquaLe.'' Bus driver.
PasquaL-ee.
PasquaL-ee? that's his name, Mr. PasquaLe?
''Do not taLk to strangers.''
Ls that why you won't taLk to me? You think L'm a stranger?
Art.
that's me. L'm your friend.
- See? Art is your friend. - No! Art is a stranger!
- Okay, Simon. Okay. - Art is a stranger!
- ALL right! - Art is a stranger!
Art is a stranger.
Motherfucker!
Who are you?
ALL right.
L'm sorry, tommy. Come on, Simon.
What the heLL happened to you?