You kidnapped this kid from the hospital? Are you crazy?
- What are you talking about? - Lomax has been calling me every 15 minutes.
- There's a warrant out for your arrest. - I killed a guy on the C.T.A.
- Oh, Christ! - I had to. He was trying to kill us.
- How did this happen? - Somebody pulled the cops off the kid at the hospital.
It's not a murder-suicide. The mom and dad got in the way.
They're trying to get the kid. If he hadn't hidden, they'd have got him too.
- I cannot handle this paranoid conspiracy crap. - It is a conspiracy.
Who pulled the cops off the kid?
Did dead Martin and Jenny say "Take my kid out of protective custody"? This is real!
I don't give a fuck if it's real.
If I don't call Lomax right now, I'm an accessory to this.
If you don't get on the phone now, call Concordia or C.T.A., you're a dumb cop.
Tell them to bring a body bag to put the pieces in.
Arthur.
Hi, Dana. Sorry we woke you up.
- It's good to see you. - You too.
It's been too long.
Try not to bleed on my carpet.
His name's Simon.
Hello, Simon.
I bet you're hungry.
I have peanut butter and jelly in the kitchen. How's that sound?
This is my son T.J.
- T.J., this is Simon. - Hi.
Why don't we go in the kitchen--
T.J., why don't we go in the kitchen and make something to eat...
and maybe Simon will come with us?
Here you go, Art.
It's still damp, but at least it's clean.
- Thanks, Dana. - You're welcome.
Simon, I think these will fit you.
Not my Frank Thomas shirt!
Remember what I told you about sharing?
I thought you were done taking those downers.
Yeah. So?
- There's no body on the EI tracks. - What?
No body. No blood. No casing. Nothing.
Who could've got it cleaned up that fast?
- Give him up. - What?
The kid. Give him up. Take him back.
- Would you give your own kid up? - It's not your kid!
Yeah? Well, right now, he's nobody's kid.
His mom and dad got shot dead by a real bad guy. Remember?
- Let's go, Simon. - Let me get these clothes on him.
I need your car keys.
Let me just walk around the streets with this kid now? Come on.
-I'm reporting it stolen in the mornin'. -Thanks.
Daddy is going to sing
- Daddy is going to sing - How can you not be tired?
Daddy is going to sing
Daddy's not here right now, Simon.
Daddy is going to sing
I told you, your daddy is not here now!
Oh, God. How am I supposed to explain this?
Daddy is going to sing
Just going to close my eyes for a minute.
Damn! Shit!
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!
Come on, Simon.
Where the hell are you?
Simon? Simon.
Let's go for a ride.
Left. Left on Kenwood.
Left.
Okay. We are going left.
Howard Avenue to "J" Street.
That's right.
"J" Street...
to West Twenty-Third Street.
You know where we're goin'?
Simon is going home.
Yeah. Simon is going home.
Come on, come on.
Mommy, Simon is home.
Mommy!
Simon is home.
Want this?
Very hot.
Sip it slowly.
Get it, please.
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 I please have your name, address and telephone number?
You are...
a stranger.
That's him! He's calling from his own house. We have to call Kudrow.
- What are you doing? - Is that you, Simon?
- Simon, is that you? - Let me have the phone. Who is this?
Answer me! Who is this? Hello?
This is the F.B.I. We have this number and we will trace it.
- Who is this? - No, you won't. You can't trace this number.
Who is this? What agency do you work for?
- Answer me. - Dean, do not tell him who we are.
Please don't tell him my name.
I need some more time, all right?
Don't call this number again.
I'm gonna set up an E-mail address.
Einstein. Check it in the morning.
No, no, don't hang--
Mommy, Daddy.
Come on, Simon, let's go. Come on.
- Mommy, Daddy. - Let's go. Come on.
That's it. Come on.
- Dean, please don't do this. - If he did it once, he can do it again.
You think this F.B.I. agent is smart enough to figure out what you're doing?
- He better be, because that boy's life is at stake. - This is bad.
It's not fair to me, because he'll assume I was in on it too!
I don't think they can hear you on the moon.
- Listen. - I don't want to listen to you. You're scaring me.
If anything happens to me, you're gonna know who did it.
I expect you to do what you're supposed to do.
No.
You will. I know it.
Try C.I.A.
Nope.
Let's try F.B.I.
- Good, good. - Mm-hmm.
Um... Albert.
Try "E" equals "M-C" squared, all caps.
Mm-hmm.
- I'll give you some privacy. - Thanks.
Hey, partner...
I need your help with something.
It's a puzzle.
Can you help me with a puzzle?
- Puzzle. - That's right. A puzzle.
It's right over here. Come on.
All right. I'm gonna lift you up now, okay?
Let's put you up on the chair.
Can you read that?
Simon, what does it say?
"Today.
"12:00.
The Wrigley Building."
Good boy.
I'm gonna start to take this personally if you don't--
Hello? Hello?
Oh!
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry. Are you okay?
I'm fine, really. I'm sorry.
It was my fault. I should've watched where I was going.
No, I shouldn't have had it there.
The way my day's going, I'm lucky you didn't trip and sue me.
What do you got in there? Plumbing supplies?
Look, this is gonna sound crazy, but I have a little problem...
and I was wondering if you could help me out.
You see that little boy sitting over there?
Do you think you could watch him for a couple of minutes?
You didn't just accidentally trip over the case, did you?
He's autistic. And I'm his Big Brother.
Not his real big brother, you know? Big Brothers of America.
It's going really well, but I need to get a prescription filled for him.
Normally I'd take him with me, but I don't like to disturb him when he's sitting so calmly.
You don't have to do anything. Just sit here and be your lovely self.
Please.
- Okay, yeah. What's his name? - Simon.
- You sure this is okay? - Yeah.
If I can handle a district manager, I can handle anyone.
Thank you. I will be right back. Oh!
- What's your name? - Stacey.
- Stacey-- - Sebring.
Stacey, thank you so much. I'll be right back. I promise.
Would have done it without the flattery?
Hey, Simon.
Just keep walking. Keep walking.
- Jeffries? - Just keep walking.
I wasn't sure you'd be here.
Simon's read the code twice. That's really incredible. Also very dangerous.
- Who do you work for? The C.I.A.? - No.
- The Defense Department? - I'm afraid you're not that lucky.
I think the F.B.I. Iikes to call us "No Such Agency."
- Why does the N.S.A. want a 9-year-old autistic boy? - The brain is still a mystery.
What?
The Reagan administration mandated the National Security Agency...
to generate a new code to protect American informants working for foreign governments.
We developed a super code at huge expense.
Named it Mercury. We thought it was impenetrable.
You're telling me a kid cracked a government super code?
It doesn't matter. He can read it.
He might even be able to recreate it. That's why his life is in danger.
- N.S.A. is willing to have this boy killed to protect a code? - We may have already tried.
I think my division chief may have given orders--
I'm a cryptographer, a nerd. I don't know what these people do.
Maybe it's routine killing kids, or maybe my boss is an aberration.
Call an ambulance! Get an ambulance!
Move it! Move it!
Get out of the way! Move it!
Excuse me. Watch out! Watch out!
- Get out of the way! - Watch out! Watch out!
- Move it! Goddamn it, move! - Move!
Move it! Get out of the way!
Look out! Look out! Move! Get out of the way!
Get down! Get down!
Goddamn it.
Excuse me. F.B.I. Where's your security office?
- Through the door to the right. - Thank you.
Hi. Special Agent Jeffries with the F.B.I.
- Can I help you? - I hope so.
- Where's the tape for this camera? - Um, here it is.
No, um... Iook, it's my ass if you take that.
Then don't tell anyone. Thank you.
Damn it.
Excuse me, excuse me please.
Excuse me. Whoa!
Hey! Come on. We gotta go.
- Sorry. - What happened?
He almost got away. You didn't tell me I have to watch him every second.
Sorry. I shouldn't have left the coffee shop.
No! No!
All right, all right.
Don't scream, don't scream. All right.
Oh, my God.
He doesn't see things like other people do.
Where did you just go? Rob a bank or something?
I gotta get him out of here. Let's go, Simon.
Thank you, Stacey. Thanks for all your help. Come on.
- My dad will kill for this. How much? - One hundred.
Get real. Hey!
Have you ever thought, what are we gonna collect when we get old?
Plaid shirts and Kramer dolls?
What's the matter?
- Dean is dead. He's been shot. - What?
He wanted to go to Chicago. I said, "Don't go."
He wanted me to go with him and help him.
Someone shot him? Who would shoot him?
I can't tell you.
Leo, I want to help you, but you have to let me in.
Tell me what's going on.
- He'll find out. - Who? You mean Kudrow?
I don't have the capabilities to E-mail over his head.
I can't use the phone because everything gets recorded.
Everything is connected to everything. There is nothing I can do.
Low-tech rules.
Congratulations.
As of this morning, you made it to the very top of our own perp board.
I don't have to tell you how profoundly pissed Lomax is.
He's keeping a lid on it to cover his ass, but you don't have much time.
Yeah. Did you find out who the shooter is?
Whatever happened to, "Good morning. How are you? Sorry about your car.
It got impounded. You won't be able to get it for two weeks."
- Did you get in trouble? - No. I told them you stole it.
Found him in the Defense Department data banks.
His name is Peter Burrell, Special Forces.
So, let's bring him in.
Can't. Unless you want to dig him up. He's dead.
He's listed as killed in Beirut in 1982.
You still think I'm paranoid?
I don't know, man. Who knows?
But if you are, then I guess I'm paranoid too. We're in over our heads.
- We can't fuck with the N.S.A. - So?
- We find somebody to talk to about this. - Lomax? He's a Company man.
- The N.S.A. could've gotten to him too. - Fine. I'll go above Lomax.
I don't want you to do anything else.
You got a wife and kid to take care of. Go do that. Really.
All right then. What are you gonna do?
I don't know.
Why are you doing this, Art?
That kid isn't your responsibility.
Whose responsibility is he?
Look at him.
He looks like a regular kid, right?
One little circuit gets crossed. Zap!
He should've been smart, go to college...
meet a girl, get married, have some kids, be cool.
Are we talking about him, Art, or are we talking about you?
Thanks for getting this together for me.
Be careful.
Yeah.
Jesus!
Who the fuck are you?
Oh. Oh.
Please. Please--
Okay! Oh. You. What do you want?
It's 2:00 in the morning, and you don't know me this well.
- I need to talk to you. - You're gonna wake up my neighbors.
Oh, man.
We need a place to stay.
- How'd you get this address? - I looked it up.
No, it's not listed.
The name of your company was on the side of your sample case. I called them.
Right. Call my company, ask 'em for my address, they give it to you?
Nope.
Please. Stacey.
I'm an F.B.I. agent.
Yeah. I bought one of those for my little brother, $5.
I saw you hiding from the police today. I'll give them a call.
Listen. I really am an F.B.I agent.
Please help us.
- Hello, Simon. - Hello.
Please.
Move your foot.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Would it be stupid to ask why you don't call the F.B.I. for help?
The F.B.I.'s looking for me too.
Oh, great.
So, how does this work? You murder me now or you wait till I'm asleep?
Simon needs to get a little sleep.
He's been up for a long time, and you seemed like a nice person.
Come on, Simon. I'll show you where your bed is.
Come on.
Are you thirsty?
He gets the guest room. You get the couch.
There's food in there.
The bathroom. You can wash up after yourself.
Let's take this off.
That's good. Now lie down.
Okay?
Let's take these off, all right?
One. Two.
Okay.
That's good.
You okay?
Good night, Simon.
Look...
I have to be up in a few hours.
I have to fly to Des Moines in the morning.
If I don't make a sale there tomorrow, then I don't pay my rent.
So, unless there's anything else you need, I'd like to get some sleep now.
No, there's nothing else. Thank you.
I promise you we'll be out of here first thing in the morning.
Leo, you won't believe the morning. Did I leave my--
Leo?
Oh, my God!
Tom, there's a woman downstairs asking to see Art Jeffries.
- Bring her up. - She won't talk to anyone except Art.
Do me a favor.
I haven't logged it in... yet.
Good.
- How ya doin', man? - Anybody else with you?
No.
This is Emily Lang.
Emily, why don't you have a seat? Go ahead.
Are you Art Jeffries?
Yeah, I'm Art Jeffries.
My boyfriend's last will and testament.
I worked with him at N.S.A.
The other voice on the line.
His name was Leo.
He was gonna mail one letter to you.
The other was addressed to the Senate Oversight Committee.
The letters are gone. This is all that's left.
"It has come to my attention...
"that my section director and immediate superior, Nicholas Kudrow...
"was directly involved in the deaths of Martin and Jenny Lynch...
"the parents of Simon Lynch...
and the death of Dean Crandell, my colleague and friend."
They killed Leo too right after he wrote that letter.
I'm sorry.
Thank you for coming down, Emily.
I'm sorry about Leo.
You said you were gonna be out before I went to Des Moines...
where hopefully I was gonna sell enough shoes to make the rent.
Only I didn't go to Des Moines and I didn't make the rent because you had an emergency.
It was an emergency.
Maybe you're one of those guys that has constant emergencies.
Everything has to be about excitement. There are guys like that.
Yes, I know, but I don't happen to be one of them.
Listen to me. Look at me! This is not about me.
It's about that little boy. And he needs some help.
As far as I can tell, you are a decent, caring person.
I promise you we will be out of your life as soon as possible. Okay?
Look, if for some reason there is an emergency--
- Oh! You mean a different emergency! - Yes, a different emergency.
Do not call the police, okay? You call this guy. He's with the F.B.I.
I call the F.B.I., not the police?
- Right. The police can't protect Simon. - Right.
Look.
Simon is only in danger if they know where he is.
They don't know where he is, so he's not in danger, so you're not in danger. All right?
Right. Unless there's an emergency.
- It's good to see you're keeping your sense of humor about this. - Yeah.
I promise you I will be back in this apartment at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon.
And I don't know how yet, but I will make this up to you.
Okay? Thank you.
Take care.
I don't know if it qualifies as a plan. I'm gonna fly there and show them Leo's letter.
Here's the bad news.
You gotta get Simon into the Witness Protection Program right away.
Art, I'm not even supposed to be talking to you.
How do you expect me to authorize a move like that?
Lie, cheat. I don't give a shit. You don't do it, that kid's as good as dead.
Has it occurred to you that maybe Kudrow would shoot you on sight?
Yeah, that has occurred to me.
If that happens, you know what to do with these.
Hope I see you later.
Sandy! So glad you could make it.
Heard Ted had back surgery. Did you have anything to do with that? Excuse me.
Can I help you?
Excuse me. Nick, my good friend!
I want you to know that your Mercury thing is a goddamn triumph.
- I mean that. - I appreciate that, Senator.
A feather in your cap. The Oversight Committee is singing your praises.
You're getting a reputation as the "can do" guy.
- Thank you. I do appreciate that. - There's a guy outside.
- Who? - Says he's with the Bureau.
Would you excuse me one moment, please?
If he wasn't Bureau, I wouldn't have bothered you.
I would've lost him, but I didn't know, sir.
No, Ted, you used good judgment. I'd like to see him.
He's not very presentable.
Bring him in the back way. Take him to the wine cellar. I'll be down.
Nick, I can't believe you look so good for someone so old!
-How do you do that? -Drugs, my dear. Massive doses of drugs.
Please don't handle the wine, Mr. Jeffries.
Yes, I've read your file.
A deeply troubled F.B.I. agent with a lousy record...
kidnaps a nine-year-old boy.
Nice goin'.
You come to my home in the middle of a social function carrying a gun...
to confront me with this fabricated unsigned accusation...
allegedly written by Leo Pedranski...
who was killed the day before yesterday by you, for all I know.
What do you want from me? I'd like to get back to my guests.
Unsigned accusation was typed on carbon paper.
Who uses that anymore?
The late Leo Pedranski's fingerprints were all over it.
The Pomerello's a little corky.
I'm sure the Senate Oversight Committee won't have any problem connecting you to the murder.
But you haven't given the carbon to the Senate Oversight Committee.
If you had, you wouldn't be here right now.
You've got your precious carbon tucked away...
guaranteeing your safety, etcetera, etcetera...
so you can come here and demand what?
Untold millions in unmarked bills?
I asked you not to handle the wine, please.
You know, it's good to see you got your priorities in order.
That's better.
You're not worried about murdering a nine-year-old boy...
but you're worried about this fucking wine?
Here's the deal.
I don't give the Senate Oversight Committee the carbon.
They don't waste three years with their investigation, wailing and moaning...
"How could this happen in America?"...
while you have one of your spooks whack Simon Lynch.
Or?
Or you do the only thing that'll guarantee Simon Lynch his safety.
You or one of your superiors or the president of the United States...
I don't give a fuck who...
but someone is gonna go on national television and tell America...
that your billion dollar, uncrackable code...
has been cracked by a nine-year-old autistic boy.
Then you get your carbon back.
You know what I think, Mr. Jeffries?
I think you've seen too many of those four-wheel drive commercials on TV.
The ones where you get to drive fast and be a renegade.
Let's talk about the real world...
where you're not some wonderful lone wolf hero, but you're part of a team.
And you play your position because that's what America is.
It's one big team.
This might be difficult for you to grasp, but I am a patriot.
And a patriot is one who makes the right moral choice.
Sometimes it takes a strong man to make that choice.
One boy who cannot survive on his own, one of nature's mistakes...
weighed against the lives of thousands of our people.
Think about it. You worked undercover.
How many of our agents will be put in harm's way if this code is compromised?
Members of your team.
Men like Rasheed Halabi...
an lraqi-American and a great patriot.
A man, who as we speak, is undercover in Saddam's Republican Guard.
A man who has not seen his family--
That's for Simon's parents, you piece of shit.
You got 36 hours.
Should be enough time to get your undercover people out of harm's way.
Oh, by the way. Happy birthday, Nick.
- Hello? - Hey, it's me.
Yeah. You all right?
Yeah, I'm all right. How'd it go with the witness protection thing?
Everything's set. Tomorrow night, 8:15...
U.S. marshalls are gonna meet us with a chopper...
at the heliport on top of the G.E.X. building.
I took your advice. I lied.
All right. Good. See you then. Bye.
That was recorded on passive V.O.X...
at Agent Jordan's residence at 11:58 p.m.
As to the pickup, since we can assume the boy will not be alone...
I suggest we wait until we get him on the chopper.
Saw them do this in the movies.
How are you, laddie boy?
Oh, damn!
Simon, turn it down, please!
Hello?
How much I owe you?
- Twenty dollars, sir. - Here. Thanks a lot.
Stacey?
Shit!
- Hello? - Tommy, where are they now?
Relax. Simon and the girl are fine. I talked to 'em.
She said she got spooked. Someone called.
- When she picked up the phone the line was dead. - It was me from the airplane.
- Told 'em when Witness Protection is gonna pick 'em up? - Absolutely.
She's gonna meet us there. Everything's set.
Listen, I gotta go.
Agent Jordan.
Lieutenant Colonel Kudrow of the N.S.A.
What am I looking at here, Tommy?
You forged documents to obtain witness protection under false pretenses.
Don't listen to anything this guy tells you. This guy is dangerous.
Tommy, sit down, and don't speak.
Agent Jordan...
regardless of what you think of me...
I only want to resolve this situation to rescue a young boy...
from a delusional kidnapper.
We will proceed with the pickup as planned.
As of this moment, the F.B.I. will stand down...
and the N.S.A. will take over from here.
Gentlemen.
- Chief, take a look at this. - I'm not taking a look.
You have to look at this! Leo Pedranski worked for Kudrow. He wrote that letter.
He was also killed after he wrote it.
I ran it through the lab. And the fingerprints on it are an exact match for his.
Up.
That's where we're goin', Simon.
Come on.
Is that you, Art?
I'm a United States marshall with the Witness Protection Program.
How do you do?
Good.
You must be Simon.
Chopper on approach, sir.
Why don't you come with me, son?
- No! - He doesn't like to be touched by strangers.
I'll take him.
Come on, Simon. Let's go see the helicopter.
- I thought Art was supposed to meet us here. - There's been a change in plans.
But I want to assure you that your country owes you the greatest debt of gratitude.
Chopper coming in! Don't have much time!
For the safety of the boy, you should go home now and forget you were here.
Okay, Simon, you're gonna go for a ride in the helicopter.
Good-bye, Simon.
You can go with him.
Tommy.
They're on the helipad, and the chopper's coming in.
You have a green light. Go, go, go, go!
- It's a go. Let's move. - Go, go!
Hold them back!
Stay down! Stay down!
No! No!
No!
No! No! Simon!
Let me go. Come on!
No! No! No, Simon, no!
Get up. Get up, get up.
That's right.
- Tommy, no! Hold 'em back! - Hold your fire!
Keep 'em back now!
No!
Where's the team leader?
- Right here, Agent Jeffries. - It's Kudrow's piece. I got a nine-millimeter on the sidewalk.
I'll take care of it.
Let's see what you got.
- I want you to say "bug." - Bug.
Can you look at me? Bug.
- Bug. - That's very good.
I like that very much.
Can I help you?
I'm Art Jeffries, a friend of Simon Lynch.
Yes, I know. His foster parents told me all about you.
How's he doing?
He's fine. He's adjusted very well.
Do you want to say hello?
He probably wouldn't remember me.
I was told... not to expect too much.
I brought him some puzzles. He likes puzzles.
Do you think you could give these to him, please?
Sure, but I think it would be better for Simon if you did.
It's okay. Come on.
Thank you.
Hey, Simon.
How you doin', partner?
I brought you some new puzzles. You might like those.
Hey, Simon, look at me.
Look at me, Simon. Look in my eyes.
It's me, Art.