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JAKE 2.0
1X05: THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE GEEKY
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON UPN: 10/08/2003
TRANSCRIBED FROM UPN
Written by: JAVIER GRILLO-MARXUACH
Directed by: MILAN CHEYLOV
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SUMMARY: Jake goes undercover to infiltrate a group of cyber-thieves who stole
millions from the Federal Reserve.
JAKE 2.0
1X05: THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE GEEKY
COLD OPEN:
[EXT. SIDE OF ROAD - DAY]
(Open on Jake's blue car -- hood up, steaming and broken. JAKE stands next to
his car talking on the phone. He's pretty upset.)
JAKE: (to phone) I know it's an important meeting. I'm wearing a tie. But my
car was on fire. Yes, fire. Flames of fire shooting out of the hood. And the
auto club's taking their sweet time getting here. What? Wh ... I-I can't hear
... hello?
(JAKE holds up the cell phone high into the air trying to find good reception.
He takes a couple steps forward past his car and ends up standing next to a nice
red convertible parked curbside in front of his car.)
JAKE: (to phone) Hello? Okay, there. Can you hear me now? Good. Maybe if I
stand here long enough, we can have a full conversation. No, I don't think it's
my crappy carrier, I think it's my cheap, crappy phone. Just-just ... just tell
Lou that I'll be there as soon as they tow my car, okay? All right, thank you.
Diane, thank you. You're the best.
(An attractive woman walking by pauses a bit as she admires the red
convertible.)
WOMAN: Wow. Nice car.
(JAKE glances down at the red convertible.)
JAKE: Uh ... yeah. Yeah. It's a 355 spider. You like cars?
WOMAN: (glances at the red car) I like this car.
JAKE: What's not to like? It's a beauty. Eight cylinder, six-speed engine.
Smooth grain leather. You know these things are assembled entirely by hand.
WOMAN: (suggestively) You're right. What's not to like?
(Behind them, the tow truck arrives and parks. The TOW TRUCK DRIVER steps out
and shouts.)
TOW TRUCK DRIVER: All right, call for a tow?
JAKE: (to the woman) Just a, uh... (to the tow truck driver) Yeah. Right
here.
(JAKE digs into his pocket for his membership card. The WOMAN watches with
interest.)
TOW TRUCK DRIVER: Right. Where you want me to haul this steaming pile, garage or straight
to the junkyard?
JAKE: Garage would be fine. Thanks.
(JAKE turns around to the woman to find that she's left the scene and is walking
down the sidewalk.)
JAKE: Sorry. My car broke ... broke down.
TOW TRUCK DRIVER: Hope you brought cash, Romeo. Your membership's expired.
(The tow truck driver gives JAKE back his membership card then heads back to his
truck. JAKE looks at the card.)
JAKE: What? (sighs) Man...
CUT TO:
[EXT. VARIOUS WASHINGTON D.C. (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. FEDERAL RESERVE BANK - DAY]
LEGEND: FEDERAL RESERVE BANK
(Establish.)
[INT. FEDERAL RESERVE BANK - SECURITY CAMERA ROOM -- DAY]
(The SECURITY GUARD on duty watches the monitors. The alarm starts to beep.
The three computer monitors in front of the guard station changes into screens.
A stream of men in suits rush into the room.)
MANAGER: What's going on?
SECURITY GUARD 1: Uh ... someone's just hacked into our accounts.
(He watches helplessly as the computer monitors show large sums of money being
transferred out of the system.)
MANAGER: What? What are you talking about?
[ON COMPUTER: SCREEN 1]
HGT-98734523-093 $12470
HGT-98734523-093 $12470
ADDING ABOVE ITEM TO TRANSFER QUEUE
ACCEPTED TRANSFERS WILL PROCEED IN ORDER
OF ENTRY
SECURITY GUARD 1: We're being robbed.
[ON COMPUTER: SCREEN 2]
(The screen changes to show the list of SECURE TRANSERS being processed.)
SECURITY GUARD 1: They've got a million.
MANAGER: How? Th-this is a restricted system.
SECURITY GUARD 1: Million and a half.
MANAGER: Stop them.
[ON COMPUTER: SCREEN 3]
YOUR TRANSFER IS COMPLETED.
(The screens go black.)
SECURITY GUARD 1: I can't.
[ON COMPUTER: SERIES OF SCREENS]
(On screen, a masked cartoon figure carrying sacks of money jumps down from the
top of the screen and starts dancing to cheesy computer blips and bleeping
music.)
(A computer voice speaks as words appear on the screen. The following is in the
nature of the "priceless" credit card commercials.)
COMPUTER VOICE: The United States Federal Reserve: $300 billion.
(The first screen fades and the second screen appears.)
COMPUTER VOICE: A big marble building to keep track of it: $10 million
(The second screen fades and the men in the security room are helpless to do
anything except watch.)
COMPUTER VOICE: Stealing $2 Million from the Man: Priceless
(The MANAGER puts his head down.)
FADE TO
END OF TEASER
ROLL TITLE CREDITS
INTRODUCTION:
That's me. Jake Foley, I'm in Tech Support. Security Clearance: Low. Very
low. Then one day, it all changed. Now, I can do things I've never dreamed of.
I've been upgraded. I have these powers. Life just got real interesting.
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN.
[EXT. VARIOUS WASHINGTON D.C. (STOCK) -- DAY]
[EXT. NSA BUILDING (STOCK) - DAY]
[NSA SEAL ON MONITOR]
[INT. NSA - HALLWAY - DAY]
(JAKE and DIANE walk through the hallway.)
JAKE: James Bond, Napoleon Solo, Steve Austin. You never saw any of those guys
count pennies for a tow.
DIANE: Okay, you can't compare yourself to Steve Austin. He was a man barely
alive. They had to rebuild him.
JAKE: Laugh it up. My auto repair estimates come in as bad as I think they
are, I'm gonna be the world's first ride-sharing superspy.
(DIANE laughs heartily at that comment. They turn the corner.)
DIANE: Okay, (A) ride sharing? Hello? It's an idea whose time has come. And
(B) eventually they're gonna give you a company car.
JAKE: What? Really? When?
(DIANE glances down at her watch as if it could happen at any moment.)
DIANE: Oh, yeah, in a couple years.
JAKE: Oh, great. Well, maybe by then, Human Resources will have processed my
R-12 form, and I'll start getting paid.
(He turns to face DIANE just as the door opens and KYLE walks out of SAT OPS.)
JAKE: (frustrated) You know, I made more when I was de-fragging hard drives
around here than I do fighting Uncle Sam's enemies. And you know why? Two
words: Overtime.
KYLE: (to JAKE) Yeah, uh, Uncle Sam's enemies don't punch a clock. Come on.
(KYLE grabs JAKE and the two walk back to the hallway.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. FEDERAL RESERVE BANK - DAY]
(Establish.)
[INT. FEDERAL RESERVE BANK - SECURITY CAMERA ROOM - DAY]
(KYLE talks with the MANAGER while JAKE sits at the monitor looking at the
message on screen left behind by the hacker-thieves.)
KYLE: This M.O. matches a cyber-criminal gang we've been tracking.
(JAKE turns around from the monitor to them.)
JAKE: (interrupts) Ooh, guys.
(KYLE motions him quiet as he continues to speak with the MANAGER.)
KYLE: Our intel on them is limited. They're pretty clever.
MANAGER: This isn't the Bedford Falls Savings & Loan. This is the Federal
Reserve Bank of the United States. The people of this country depend on us to
keep their tax dollars safe from criminals, even the very clever ones.
KYLE: We have our best people on this. We'll get a lead.
JAKE: We already have one. Look. This crest is from Ironhawk Knight Quest.
Could be a fifth-level mage. Not really sure about the ...
(He stops when judging by the looks on both KYLE and the MANAGER'S faces he's
lost them.)
JAKE: Ironhawk Knight Quest? ...
(They have no clue what he's talking about.)
JAKE: It's an online role-playing game. Okay, thousands of people can play at
the same time. I'd put money on it you spend enough time poking around in that
environment, you're eventually gonna find this guy.
[EXT. FEDERAL RESERVE BANK (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. NSA BUILDING (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS - DAY]
(Camera moves around SAT OPS. Amidst everyone working hard to keep the country
safe, we hear JAKE muttering to himself.)
JAKE: (to self) Oh, you're throwing fireballs at me now, is that how it's
gonna be? Well, bring it on, little man.
(The main doors open and LOU walks into the room.)
LOU: Is he still playing that on-line game?
(She heads for JAKE'S workstation where KYLE is standing behind him watching him
play the game.)
JAKE: (to himself, aghast) He cut off my leg!
KYLE: 18 hours and counting. This better be the guy.
(LOU leaves JAKE'S workstation and heads for TECH AGENT CARVER'S workstation.)
LOU: Please tell me we're close.
TECH AGENT CARVER: We are. We're running a reverse IP lookup on that wizard,
but the player is re-routing his signal through offshore data havens. We just
have to keep him online a little longer.
JAKE: Not longer, you're killing me. I haven't slept, I haven't showered, and
I have one leg.
KYLE: (pointing to screen) Why don't you just use that dagger thing?
JAKE: You, go away. Now. Now.
TECH AGENT CARVER: We've got him.
(JAKE sighs and the hand-held control slips out of his cramped fingers.)
JAKE: Thank God. (He shakes his fingers loose.) Ow.
[EXT. BUILDING (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. DUMONT'S APARTMENT - DAY]
(Open on the security camera monitor of the front door. DUMONT watches as
several NSA AGENTS approach the front door and break in. The last person to
walk into the building is JAKE FOLEY.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): (mutters to himself) Five, four, three, two, one.
(KYLE steps onto the second floor, gun out in front of him.)
KYLE: Get away from the desk, Dumont! Hands where I can see them now. Come on!
(DUMONT raises his hands. The monitor reads: HARDWARE ERASE IN PROGRESS.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): I saw you on my security cameras. Your cover formation
is sloppy. Your men have the weaver stance all wrong. I deserve better for my
tax dollars.
(KYLE handcuffs DUMONT when JAKE casually approaches them.)
KYLE: Jake ... he's erasing the hard drive.
JAKE: What?
(JAKE rushes forward and takes a seat at the computers.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): Don't even try. It's over.
(JAKE stares at the computer screen.)
CUE SOUND: INTERFACING
(Quick zoom through the monitor, through the wiring chips inside. JAKE zaps the
right switch. Camera zooms back out of the monitor.)
(JAKE closes his eyes with relief. The monitor now reads: HARD DRIVE ERASE
ABORTED ... )
(JAKE glances back at KYLE. DUMONT is surprised.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): How'd he do that?
KYLE: That's your tax dollars at work.
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): You get what you pay for.
KYLE: Get him out of here.
(The AGENTS lead DUMONT away.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): I want my lawyer
(JAKE turns back to the monitor.)
JAKE: Uh-oh.
KYLE: What's wrong?
JAKE: Well, it's asking for a password.
(The monitor reads: ENTER PASSWORD FOR ACCESS.)
KYLE: Can't you just do your thing?
JAKE: No, I can't just do my thing 'cause the password's not in the computer,
it's in his head.
(JAKE glances at the security camera monitor which shows the AGENTS leading
DUMONT out of the building.)
[NSA SEAL IN LOBBY]
[INT. NSA - HOLDING CELL - DAY]
(JAKE sits on the floor in front of the holding cell looking at DUMONT also
sitting on the floor leaning against the far cell wall.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): You know what I love about passwords? It can take years
to figure them out.
JAKE: You named your cell phone "Fionavar," your mp-3 player "Earthsea," your
PDA "Gondor." All your passwords are kings in those fantasy novels.
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): Foley, you're embarrassing yourself.
JAKE: Oh ... oh, now when I saw your hard drive was named "Gormenghast," now
that really narrowed things down. 'Cause it could've Titus Groan, or it
could've been his dad Lord Sepulchrave ...
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): It takes more than an underpaid tech grub to crack me.
JAKE: Well, then I-I pictured you at your computer with your little black chair
and sunglasses. And I realized that your password could only be the Death Owl.
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): You're bluffing.
(JAKE looks up. KYLE and TECH AGENT CARVER steps into view. CARVER is carrying
DUMONT'S laptop. JAKE gets to his feet as CARVER types in the password.)
(KYLE and CARVER both glance from DUMONT over to JAKE. Satisfied, they both
turn and walk away.)
JAKE: Well, thanks, Death Owl, 'cause this underpaid tech grub just got you to
hand over your password.
(JAKE turns to leave. DUMONT stops him.)
(DUMONT gets to his feet.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): Foley ... you're talented, but when you wake up tomorrow
you're still gonna be the same government droid sellout.
JAKE: You're still gonna be in that cell.
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): Don't bet on it. You know the difference between you and
me? I've lived. I've been to every continent, and I've eaten every food, and
I've had hotter sex than you'll ever know ... and when I get out with the sole
mission to personally frag your ass for depriving me of that, you're still gonna
be the same thrift-store- clothes-wearing, six-dollar-haircut loser I see before
me.
(JAKE stares at DUMONT. His words have a big impact than JAKE will let on.
Without a word, JAKE turns and leaves.)
(Camera holds on DUMONT.)
[INT. NSA - LOU'S OFFICE -- DAY]
(KYLE and JAKE walk into LOU'S office.)
KYLE: Here's what Jake found.
(KYLE puts the file folder on LOU'S desk.)
KYLE: There are four other hackers in the ring. They don't use their real
names. The two virus engineers call themselves Clu and Bit.
[The file in front of LOU reads the following:
REPORT: Agent FOLEY, JAKE
KEVIN FLYNN aka "DUMONT"
Flynn operates online under the Pseudonym ...
Lead the following group of Hackers. Nam ...
CLU
BIT
YORI
CLU:and Bit are the virus engineers. Viri include the Sampson, Heretic,
W55 Worm, Slap Monkey 5.0, Bitbot, Acheroni, Blahblah Virus, Unber bot, Cyberdip
II and I, cowdung and the most infamous was the Anihilator virus that
intercepted all KGB and Interpol communication networks.
The telco specialist operates under the name of "Yori". She has been
suspected of being involved romantically with Flynn.
McP vs ... This guy appears to be the mastermind ...
The groups jobs. From deciphering ...
Summoned them all to Berlin in 48 hours.
It is impossible at this time ...
Streamed data has off ...
Meeting. ]
KYLE: Telco specialist is Yori. And the one with the online handle "MacP"
plans the jobs. He wants the others to meet him in Berlin in two days.
LOU: They're willing to risk a meeting this soon after robbing the Federal
Reserve? What is he planning?
KYLE: Well, I suggest we place someone undercover in Dumont's place and find
out.
LOU: They've never seen him?
JAKE: No, they never met in person. They're so paranoid, they haven't
exchanged photos. It's all e-mails, IRC chats, numbered Cayman accounts.
LOU: What do we know about this Dumont?
(KYLE glances through the file.)
KYLE: Got a Ph.D. at 15. Recruited to write software for Banatech. Six months
in, he quits. Dumont accussed Banatch of stealing his ideas. He's been
underground ever since.
LOU: All right, make a list. Who's available, who's qualified, who fits the
profile.
JAKE: Ah, if ever an assignment screamed Agent Foley...
LOU: I don't think so, Jake.
JAKE: Oh, why not? I found Dumont, I cracked his hard drive. I can do this.
KYLE: No, Jake, we're talking about going overseas and infiltrating a criminal
gang. Agents train for years to do this type of duty.
JAKE: Yeah, but these aren't drug dealers. They're not terrorists. They're
nerds. They're like ... they're like nerds gone wild. These are my people.
(LOU considers the argument and looks at KYLE. Their eyes meet.)
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - HALLWAY - DAY]
(KYLE quizzes JAKE as they walk through the hallway.)
KYLE: Okay, what's your in?
JAKE: I show up, wait for them to contact me.
KYLE: (nods) Now when they do?
JAKE: Get them talking.
KYLE: Wrong.
JAKE: Don't you want me to find out about the job?
(They stop walking.)
KYLE: Let the information come to you, Jake. Observe and gather.
JAKE: What if they're not buying it? What if they start asking me questions?
KYLE: Well, you tell me.
JAKE: I walk away.
KYLE: You walk away. (JAKE smiles.) Where's your primary safe house?
JAKE: Lisberger apartments number 98 Alexanderplatz
KYLE: Secondary.
JAKE: 221-B Backer Strasse.
(KYLE turns and grabs the items off of the workstation.)
KYLE: Good. Okay, passport ... wallet ... euro dollars.
(KYLE turns and leaves. JAKE looks at the money.)
JAKE: Wow, these are cool.
KYLE: (interrupts) Jake.
(JAKE rushes to catch up.)
JAKE: Right. I'm listening.
CUT TO:
[OPEN CABINET WITH TECH GEAR INSIDE]
(KYLE reaches in and takes out a cell phone.)
KYLE: Your cell phone functions as a streaming video transmitter. Show us what
they look like, okay? Where are you gonna keep it?
JAKE: Uh, my coat lining.
(KYLE walks past JAKE and goes to the next workstation.)
KYLE: No, it's a cell phone.
JAKE: Right. It's a phone. Treat it like a phone.
(KYLE leans his arm against the wall as he quizzes JAKE again.)
KYLE: Where'd you go to school?
JAKE: Carnegie Mellon for undergrad, cal tech for my masters, Doctorate at MIT
and did my thesis on heuristic algorithms.
KYLE: Too much information. Never give them enough to catch you in a lie.
(KYLE moves to the next aisle shelves.)
KYLE: Weapons.
JAKE: I can't take any.
KYLE: That's right. You'll be alone and unarmed. Jake, I think I've told you
everything I can. From now on, your best defense, your only defense ... is
knowing Dumont inside out. You have twelve hours to become him.
(KYLE grabs his jacket off the back of the chair and touches JAKE on his upper
arm in show of support. KYLE leaves.)
(Camera holds on JAKE. He takes a deep breath and exhales.)
[EXT. VARIOUS WASHINGTON D.C. (STOCK) - DAY]
[INT. KEVIN FLYNN "DUMONT'S" RESIDENCE - DAY]
[ON SECURITY MONITOR] - Establish.
(JAKE is in KEVIN FLYNN'S residence walking up the stairs to the second floor
living quarters. He looks around the room where he sees the bed and two
motorcycles.)
(JAKE walks over to the closet and opens it. He takes out one of Dumont's
shirts and holds it up.)
(Short time cut later: JAKE is wearing the shirt. He walks over to the bed and
stretches out on it. He reaches over to the bedside table and removes a book:
"SECRETS & SORCERY-VOLUME 2". JAKE looks through the book.)
(Cut to: JAKE walks over to the shelf where DUMONT keeps his sunglasses. JAKE
selects one and tries it on. He looks at himself in the mirror.)
JAKE: (to the mirror) Hi, I'm Dumont.
(Insert various cuts of JAKE looking at the mirror with a different pair of
sunglasses on.)
JAKE: (to mirror) ... Dumont ...
(Cut to: JAKE smirks.)
JAKE: Nah.
(He takes off the glasses and looks at them.)
JAKE: (pleased) Yeah. That's good.
(He goes back to the shelf and picks up a wrist watch. He compares the watch
with his own.)
(Cut to: JAKE sits on one of the bikes making revving sounds. He looks out in
front of him pretending that he's talking with someone.)
JAKE: I'm Dumont. Yeah, I ride bikes. Different one every day. Today? Well,
today's the KTM-525 SX, Babe. (smiles) Yeah. Like the wind.
(He goes back to making revving noises, loses his balance and tips over falling
to the side - bike and all.)
JAKE: Oh! Hey!
(He crashes to the ground.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. PLANE (MOVING) (STOCK)- DAY]
[EXT. VARIOUS GERMANY (STOCK) - DAY]
LEGEND: BERLIN
[EXT. - NIGHT]
(The door opens. JAKE turns the corner looking extremely cool. He's wearing a
leather jacket, dark glasses and carrying a slick thin briefcase.)
(He makes his way to the parked car, license #B:2A448.)
JAKE: (mutters) My car.
(The man next to the backseat door opens it and another man gets out.)
BIT: (in german) Wir mochten mit ihnen sprechen.
CLU: (showing ID) German intelligence. You are under arrest.
(JAKE takes off his dark glasses as he stares at the two men.)
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN.
[INT. HOLDING CELL -- NIGHT]
(The two men have JAKE in a holding cell as they question him.)
JAKE: Look, I told you, my name is Kevin Flynn. I don't know who this "Dumont"
is.
BIT: Don't patronize us. Dumont is your online handle. We know
you robbed the American Federal Reserve.
CLU: And we know you're working with at least four others,
attacking systems, rerouting transfers, appropriating millions.
BIT: And you will give us their names.
JAKE: No, I swear I don't know what you're talking about.
CLU: Every nation in the european union has a jail cell ready
for you.
BIT: If you don't cooperate, you may find yourself in every one
of them.
(JAKE notices the man's watch.)
JAKE: That's a nice watch.
(Both men glance down at the watch. They've lost control and momentum. JAKE'S
got it.)
BIT: We are not here to discuss watches. We want names. And we
are quickly losing our patience.
(JAKE concentrates.)
CUE SOUND: ENHANCED ABILITY
(Camera zooms out of the room, through the vent and around the area. The
facility is empty. Camera zooms back through the vents back to JAKE.)
JAKE: The building seems kind of empty. German Intelligence on some kind of a
holiday or something?
(The TALL DARK-HAIRED MAN takes out a gun and points it at JAKE. JAKE flinches
for a moment, then gets a good look at the gun.)
JAKE: Wal ... Walther PPK. I thought ... I thought James Bond was the only guy
who still used one of those.
CLU: Oh, you think you're smart? Think you can outsmart the
bullet?
(JAKE recognizes the line.)
JAKE: That's a line from "Robocop". What's going on here? You guys learn
everything you know from movies?
(For a moment, both men stare at JAKE. Then, they burst out laughing.)
CLU: We're so busted! Hey, way to ace the loyalty test,
Dumont.
(The blonde-haired man, BIT, makes the introductions.)
BIT: I'm Bit, this is Clu.
CLU: Hey, who'd you believe more?
(JAKE stands up.)
JAKE: (flatly) Oh, clearly you're both evil geniuses.
(Like geeks, they laugh at their own joke.)
BIT: Hey, this is 50,000 euros. That's courtesy of McP.
(He hands the money to JAKE.)
BIT: The only caveat is: spend it all by dawn.
(BIT and CLU turn to leave the room.)
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - HOLDING CELL -- NIGHT]
(Open on KEVIN FLYNN sitting on the floor. He turns and sees KYLE sitting
outside the cell watching him through the glass.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): (dryly) Is this some silent zen torture?
KYLE: I was just thinking.
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): Oh. That would explain the long silent patches.
KYLE: You're a bright guy. Are you bright enough to understand that the only
way out is to cut a deal?
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): What have I said or done to make you think I would cut a
deal?
(He shakes his head and realizes why. He turns and looks at KYLE.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): Oh ... you're pitching a deal 'cause you're worried. You
sent little Jake in my place, didn't you?
(Camera zooms in to KYLE.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): That's a bad poker face, Agent Duarte. Qui tacet
consentire videtur. "He who is silent is understood to agree."
KYLE: You know, it's because of people like you that I love the Patriot Act.
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): I hope you kissed him good-bye. Because even if he
manages to fool them, which he won't for too long, the temptation will be too
much for the little bag-biter to resist. I know it was for me.
(KYLE gets to his feet.)
KYLE: Yeah, right. Oh, and Dumont -- besame el culo.
(And with that, KYLE turns and leaves. DUMONT watches him go for a moment, then
swallows and shakes his head.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. BERLIN - NIGHT]
(The black limo pulls up to the curb side. The guys get out of the car.)
BIT: This place used to be headquarters for east berlin communist youth. Now
you can't get a drink here for less than 20 euros.
JAKE: Wow. Ausgezeichnet. Excellent. Carry on.
(Being the nearest to the line, JAKE naturally heads to the end of it. He
stands behind several women.)
JAKE: (to the women) Enschuldigen sie bitte.
(The women look at him strangely. JAKE translates.)
JAKE: Uh, is this the end of the line?
BIT: (o.s.) Dude, what are you doing?
(JAKE turns around to find CLU and BIT standing off to the side.) CLU motions
for JAKE to join them.)
JAKE: Right.
BIT: Come on.
(They laugh. CLU puts his arm around JAKE'S shoulders.)
CLU: We don't do lines.
(They wave to the security guard as they walk through the open back door.)
[INT. DANCE CLUB - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(Various cuts of the action inside the club. The music - the crowds - the
people dancing.)
(JAKE follows CLU and BIT through the club. They lead him to the back to meet a
man lounging on one of the chairs.)
(CLU laughs at MCP.)
CLU: Look who we brought.
(MCP gets to his feet to greet them.)
MCP: Aha! Family's complete.
JAKE: Hey, about time.
MCP: How you doing, brother? How was your flight, man
JAKE: Good.
MCP: Good.
JAKE: Good.
(A woman joins them.)
YORI: Finally, in the flesh. Dumont?
JAKE: Yori.
YORI: You're not what I expected.
JAKE: What'd you expect?
YORI: Less.
CUT TO:
[VARIOUS CUTS of the group sitting around a table, drinking and having a good
time.]
(MCP, BIT and CLU are exceptionally loud as the waitress gives them more
drinks.)
CLU: Come on!
BIT: Come on!
CLU: Come on, man! Bring it on! Another round. You got the shots?
(JAKE and YORI clink shot glasses.)
CLU: Put on some liederhosen! Bring your sister. Bring your sister.
YORI: Temping was the worst. Anything goes wrong, they blame you. Dranzacom
fired me because they thought I was stealing post-its. Well, that and I
wouldn't sleep with the homunculus office manager.
(JAKE smiles. In his hand on the center of the table, he holds his cell phone.)
CLU: Nothing's as bad as a render farm -- herding pixels 24 hours a day for
nothing.
(JAKE shakes his head and smiles.)
CLU: I couldn't even afford a new futon. I slept on a used one.
BIT: Hey, at least you had a bed. Try sleeping on a flea-infested couch while
your less talented, more politically savvy friends are peddling IPOs. Oh!
(They all laugh.)
JAKE: Yeah, okay, okay. Uh, m-my first I.T. job, I-I had these two bosses that
second-guessed everything that I did. And they give me a "promotion" and take
away my overtime. I'm driving this old, rusty piece of junk car, I live above a
24-hour deli. To this day, the smell of fried peppers makes me homicidal.
YORI: That surprises me, Dumont. I can't imagine you as an I.T.
(JAKE nods, hoping that he didn't give away too much information.)
JAKE: Yeah, I'm trying to forget it. Hey, here's to not spending 80 hours a
week putting away code in a cubicle, never wearing a tie and never being poor.
MCP: And to doing it on our own terms, ladies and gentlemen!
ALL: Oh, yeah!
ALL: Ow!
ALL: That's right!
ALL: Cheers.
SHORT TIME CUT TO:
[ON THE DANCE FLOOR]
(Buzzed and having a good time, CLU is slammed up against the wall as a woman
dances against him.)
CLU: Oh-oh, yeah! Oh!
(On the floor, BIT is dancing with a woman eight inches taller than he is.)
(Also on the dance floor, MCP is having a good time.)
(YORI is also on the dance floor. She glances over and sees JAKE dancing with a
woman.)
(As he dances, JAKE drops his phone. Before he can pick it up, CLU grabs it.)
CLU: This yours?
(CLU opens it up and turns it on.)
CLU: Vid phone. Real-time data stream.
(JAKE and YORI glance nervously at each other. CLU is stoked.)
CLU: Cool!
(He puts his arm around JAKE'S shoulders, and holds the phone to take their
pictures. Thinking that it's not as bad as it could be, JAKE plays along.)
JAKE: Yeah!
CLU: Yeah! Woo!
(The blonde-haired woman JAKE was dancing with earlier grabs him.)
JAKE: Hi. Yeah!
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS - NIGHT]
(LOU, KYLE, and DIANE watch JAKE dancing on the monitor.)
LOU: What the hell is he doing?
DIANE: I think it's the slip. It's this dance ... more like a grind, actually.
It's very popular. It's very popular in the mitte district. Not helping.
Right.
(DIANE withdraws.)
LOU: These are the players?
(On the bottom of the monitor, the faces of the people on the video are singled
out.
VIDEO STREAMING
STATUS: ACTIVE
FILETRANSFERING
STATUS: TRANSFERING )
KYLE: We assume. He didn't bother to label the photos or contact us three
hours ago like he was supposed to.
LOU: (to CARVER) Let's see if we can photo-match ID any of these guys.
TECH AGENT CARVER: Working on it.
LOU: Why is Jake in all of his photos?
KYLE: I have no idea.
LOU: How much lead time does German Intelligence need to mount a raid?
KYLE: Thirty minutes.
LOU: Well, we can wait for Jake to figure out what they're planning, or we can
go in there now and nail them for the Federal reserve.
(LOU watches the video. On video, someone shoves a glass at JAKE to drink.
They watch as he drinks.)
LOU: Alert the Germans. We're getting him out of there.
CUT TO:
[INT. DANCE CLUB - NIGHT]
(Camera pans around the dance floor. From McP, to Clu, to Bit, to Jake who is
still dancing with the blonde-haired woman. JAKE looks to the side and sees
YORI standing there watching him.)
(CLU gives JAKE back his phone.)
CLU: Dude, your phone.
JAKE: Thanks!
(YORI walks up to the blonde-haired woman and whispers something in her ear.
The woman walks away.)
(YORI starts dancing with JAKE. After a moment, she notices JAKE watching her.)
YORI: What?
JAKE: You're beautiful.
(MCP interrupts them.)
MCP: This is it. He's at the bar.
(JAKE turns around and sees a dark-haired man sit at the bar. He and McP walk
off together toward the bar.)
JAKE: He's here.
MCP: You want me to do it or are you gonna?
JAKE: Uh, well, you know, whatever.
MCP: Okay, so you give him the 30.
JAKE: Got it.
(McP gives him a wad of money. JAKE looks at it.)
JAKE: The-the 30,000. Is that all?
MCP: That's what we talked about, right? He's not going to jack you, is he?
JAKE: Better not.
MCP: All right, here we go.
(JAKE sits down at the bar next to THE MAN.)
MAN: It's all there?
JAKE: Yeah, it's all there. Don't try to jack us.
MAN: What?
JAKE: Don't you have something for me?
(The MAN grabs his beer and stands up to leave. He leans close to JAKE'S ear to
tell him the information.)
MAN: He took off from Heathrow six minutes ago.
(The MAN leaves. JAKE leaves the bar and goes back to McP.)
JAKE: He took off from Heathrow six minutes ago.
MCP: We're going to change the world, bro.
JAKE: Yeah, that we are.
(MCP calls to the other members of the group.)
MCP: Hey, guys! Guys, we're on.
(The tells the group.)
MCP: Dumont just got the word.
CLU: Awesome!
YORI: It's on? Now?
JAKE: Hey, listen, I just ... I really have to ... I'm going to go. I'll be
just a minute.
(JAKE heads for the restroom.)
[RESTROOM - CONTINUOUS]
(JAKE walks into the restroom and slips into the first empty stall. He dials
his phone.)
INTERCUT WITH:
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS - NIGHT]
KYLE: (to phone) Hey, what's going on? Why haven't I heard from you?
JAKE: All right, just listen. He left Heathrow six minutes ago. (He checks
his watch and corrects himself.) Uh, well, no. Eight, I guess.
KYLE: What are you talking about?
JAKE: Uh, I don't know. I don't know. Uh--It's a plane. I think that there's
something big this time.
KYLE: No, Jake, listen. We're getting you out. German Intelligence is moving
in ten minutes.
JAKE: No, no, no, they can't. This thing's already in motion.
(The door to the bathroom stall opens. YORI bursts in. Surprised by the
interruption, JAKE drops his cell phone into the toilet.)
YORI: Who are you? I don't know what game you're playing, Dumont, but I'm not
interested.
JAKE: What, what game?
YORI: (angry) We've been doing it online for six months, okay? I don't need
you to tell me I'm beautiful. Save the compliments for somebody who needs it.
(She turns to leave. JAKE grabs her to stop her.)
JAKE: Wait, wait. We're not online anymore.
(She pushes him back up against the wall.)
YORI: You're breaking all the rules. No eye contact, no real names.
JAKE: We're breaking the rules.
(They kiss. MCP walks into the restroom.)
MCP: Guys, ... we got work to do.
(YORI walks out of the room. JAKE takes a breath and follows.)
(Cut to: The entire group walks through the club and slips out the back
curtain.)
(MCP leads the group out the side to a closed door.)
CLU: What's the target?
MCP: Get in.
(The door opens. Everyone gets into the elevator. MCP uses a key and sends the
elevator down.)
CLU: Come on. Give us a hint. Guess we're going down.
MCP: We're going way down.
(The elevator goes down.)
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(The monitor beeps.)
LOU: What's that beeping?
DIANE: I-I'm sorry. It's Jake.
KYLE: What just happened?
DIANE: All his numbers just disappeared.
KYLE: What does that mean, he's dead?
DIANE: (shakes her head) I don't know. He's just gone.
(DIANE turns to look at the flatlined vitals on the wall monitor.)
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS -- NIGHT]
(KYLE walks toward LOU and DIANE after getting off of the phone.)
KYLE: German Intelligence just raided the club. There's no sign of the
hackers. No sign of Jake.
LOU: How is that possible?
DIANE: They went out of satellite range. I don't ... maybe they went
underground.
LOU: Have them send us a subterranean grid of all sewers and tunnels in the
vicinity. (louder) Get me manifests of all flights coming into Berlin. (to
CARVER) Priority match anything that came out of Heathrow in the last half
hour.
CUT TO:
[INT. BERLIN - UNDERGROUND -- NIGHT]
(The elevator hits the bottom. The door opens and the group walks out. They
walk through the corridor to the main room.)
MCP: Berlin wall came down.
BIT: Cool... we are in the bat cave.
CLU: No, dude. We're in Hitler and Eva Braun's love bunker.
MCP: We're inside a concealed lead-lined, nuclear fallout shelter that hasn't
seen the light of day since the Berlin wall came down.
CLU: This is really cool. You think we can get back to the club and keep
drinking?
YORI: What are we doing? There must be 100 asbestos-free, nicely-ventilated
places we could do this.
MCP: There is no place as safe from satellite surveillance, thermal imaging,
and sonar and radio interference. So buckle your seat belts, ladies and
gentlemen.
(They head up the stairs to the top of the door. MCP opens it and leads the
group into a darkened room.)
[INT. MAIN ROOM]
(MCP pushes his way through the front.)
MCP: Excuse me.
(He hits the lights to show an impressive set up of computer stations.)
MCP: Boys and girls, may I present three tons of supercomputing magnificence.
YORI: A teraflop machine.
JAKE: A multi-teraflop machine. What is that -- like, 60 billion calculations
per second?
CLU: Look at the size of that thing.
BIT: I am in love.
MCP: Our target is Banatech.
JAKE: My old stomping ground.
BIT: Nice. I've been wanting to get back at those wipes ever since they started
charging for their stupid upgrades.
CLU: Buggy software.
YORI: I temped there for a couple of weeks trying to lift the code off the beta
version of their new browser.
CLU: How'd you make out?
YORI: I didn't. They've got the firewall of death. I don't care how many
teraflops we've got here.
MCP: (nods) You're right. It's impossible to crack their firewall. (beat)
But not their executive jet. Right now, all of Banatech's top management are on
it, flying in from Heathrow to a conference in Berlin. When that jet enters
German airspace, we are going to crack its fly-by wire, forcing it to circle and
circle ...
BIT: ... Losing fuel until their top brass transfer their fortunes into our
Cayman accounts.
CLU: We're talking "b" as in billions! Catch me. I'm gonna faint.
(They laugh.)
MCP: Good. So, guys ... uh, we don't have a lot of time. Please ... start your
software.
(The group moves forward past MCP to the computers.)
MCP: Be careful.
(The group heads for their workstations. As he passes by, MCP stops JAKE.)
MCP: Dumont, can I have a word?
(MCP leads JAKE to a side door.)
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(LOU stares at the blank monitors in front of her. She turns around.)
LOU: Where are my manifests?
(CARVER'S at her workstation putting papers together.)
CARVER: We've got 22 printing now.
(KYLE walks toward her.)
KYLE: The Germans just sent us the underground grids. It's a mess: Miles and
miles of cold war bunkers and tunnels.
LOU: Tell 'em to start looking.
(KYLE leaves.)
CARVER: Here they are.
(CARVER hands the sheets to LOU and she immediately starts looking through
them.)
CUT TO:
[INT. UNDERGROUND BUNKER - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(MCP and JAKE walk into the room and head toward the table and the single bottle
of liquor.)
MCP: I got to say, man, I doubted you. You were right, man. They bought
everything.
(MCP uncaps the bottle and pours two shots.)
MCP: They bought everything like a bag of chips.
JAKE: You got everything else locked down?
MCP: What else is there?
JAKE: Cayman accounts?
MCP: You said we didn't need them. And by the time this is done, it's going to
be pretty obvious we didn't do this for the money.
(He gives JAKE his glass and picks his own up.)
JAKE: We got all the money we need.
MCP: In your own words, "the only thing we don't have is infamy." You want to
do the toast?
JAKE: To crashing a plane.
MCP: To crashing a plane full of toads.
(They clink shot glasses.)
MCP: It's all you, Dumont. You are a genius.
(MCP downs the shot. CLU walks into the room.)
CLU: We're in the system. We're ready to take that plane when you are.
MCP: Nice!
(CLU and MCP leave the room. JAKE puts his untouched shot glass on the table
and follows them out.)
(Camera holds on the liquor bottle and the two shot glasses on the table.)
FADE OUT.
(COMMERCIAL SET)
FADE IN.
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS -- NIGHT]
(A SECURITY GUARD walks into the room and talks with KYLE.)
SECURITY GUARD: Agent Duarte, Dumont says he knows about the hackers' plans,
but he'll only talk to you.
(KYLE glances back at LOU. She nods at him.)
KYLE: Let's go.
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - HOLDING CELL - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(The hallway door opens. KYLE walks in and beelines it to the holding cell
where KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT) waits for him.)
(He stops in front of the cell. DUMONT points to KYLE.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): You come in. What I have to say is for your ears only.
KYLE: (to the SECURITY GUARD) Open it.
(The SECURITY GUARD opens the door. KYLE walks into the cell.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): You seem pretty tense. How's it going?
KYLE: Do you have something to tell me or not?
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): Just this.
(KEVIN FLYNN attacks KYLE. KYLE grabs FLYNN and twists his arm behind his back
forcing him down to his knees.)
(KYLE looks down at FLYNN on the floor.)
KYLE: Tell me about the plane!
(FLYNN doesn't answer. KYLE turns and leaves the cell.)
(FLYNN reaches into his pocket and takes out KYLE'S cell phone which he lifted
from KYLE during the struggle.)
(He starts dialing.)
(The cell door closes.)
KYLE: (to the SECURITY GUARD) He asks for me again, you taser him.
SECURITY GUARD: Right.
(KYLE reaches for his phone and realizes that it's gone. He turns around and
sees FLYNN holding KYLE'S phone up high.)
KYLE: Open it.
(The cell doors open. KYLE walks into the cell.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): Say the magic word.
KYLE: Give it to me!
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): Say the magic word!
KYLE: Give it to me! Give it to me!
(KEVIN FLYNN presses the send button.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): Say it now!
(KYLE grabs the phone, then backhands FLYNN across the face. FLYNN goes down.)
(KYLE sighs and walks out of the cell. He motions for the GUARD to close the
door..)
KYLE: He slipped.
(KYLE leaves. FLYNN slowly gets to his feet. The GUARDS turn their backs to
him and continue their watch.)
(In the cell, FLYNN is on his hands and knees. He looks up.)
CUT TO:
[INT. BERLIN - UNDERGROUND BUNKER - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(The hackers work at their workstations working.)
YORI: Got the navigational beacon. Dumont, crack the fly-by wire whenever
you're ready.
JAKE: Just a sec.
CUE SOUNDS: ENHANCED ABILITY
(JAKE concentrates on the radar and map in front of him. Camera zooms in toward
the map.)
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS - NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS]
(The door opens and KYLE walks in. He heads for LOU.)
KYLE: We've got a problem.
LOU: Yes, we do. Upper management of Banatech is flying into Berlin as we
speak.
(They all turn to look at the wall monitor.)
KYLE: The company Dumont hates.
(As they watch the monitor, there's an interruption in the middle of the
screen.)
KYLE: What is that?
(LOU looks up.)
LOU: Someone's trying to send us a message through one of our secure uplinks.
CARVER: I think it's coming from Berlin.
(DIANE gets to her feet.)
DIANE: It's Jake.
(The message on the monitor flickers and solidifies: BANATECH PRIVATE CHARTER
NX74205 IN DANGER
LOU: Get Berlin air traffic control. Find that plane and land them, now!
CUT TO:
[INT. BERLIN - UNDERGROUND BUNKER - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(MCP is at his workstation. He glances over at JAKE.)
MCP: Dumont, what are you doing?
JAKE: Waiting for the ping to come back from the 5-0-1.
MCP: We got that five minutes ago. Look, it's right there. Now, take the damn
plane.
JAKE: No.
(YORI looks over at JAKE.)
MCP: Why not?
CLU: What's-what's going on? Who's trying to upload a message? Check your e-
mail at home, guys.
(A message flashes in red across the screen: DUMONT OUTHACKED BY NSA IMPOSTER-
JAKE FOLEY.)
(They all read the message. MCP pulls out his gun and hits JAKE on the back of
his head. JAKE falls to the ground unconscious.)
(MCP turns to the keyboard and hits a couple of keys.)
CUT TO:
[INT. BANATECH PLANE (MOVING) - COCKPIT -- NIGHT]
(The pilots receive the radio message.)
CONTROL TOWER: (over radio) This is Berlin control requesting an immediate
emergency landing
PILOT: Tower, this is charter November X-Ray seven-four-two-zero-five. This
communication is highly irregular. I need a reason to initiate an emergency
landing.
(The emergency alarms start to buzz. The Co-Pilot starts to check them and
reports.)
CO-PILOT: Fly-by-wire's been bypassed. Manual override's out. We don't have
control of the plane.
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS - NIGHT]
(LOU, KYLE and DIANE watch the plane on the monitor as it angles downward into
crash position.)
KYLE: How do we get control of that plane?
LOU: Get a secure line to Berlin Intelligence. German air traffic control
should have a code to override the fly-by-wire and release that plane.
KYLE: They're gonna crash ... in ten minutes.
CUT TO:
[INT. BERLIN - UNDERGROUND BUNKER - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(JAKE slowly comes to. He rubs the back of his head and checks for blood. The
others stand around and over him.)
CLU: (accusing) Dude, how could you?
(MCP levels his gun at JAKE.)
JAKE: Because you're all being used. You weren't brought here to hold that
plane hostage. You were brought to crash it.
YORI: (surprised) What?
MCP: He's lying.
JAKE: Tell them about the Cayman accounts.
(MCP doesn't say anything.)
JAKE: There aren't any! This isn't about money. This is all about Dumont
getting back at Banatech.
MCP: Who you gonna believe? Your friend who's made you millions or this U.S.
government wage slave?
JAKE: Look, I've met Dumont. You know he can make you believe anything that he
wants. He's got you isolated. His lackey's got a gun. You really believe he
meant for you to get out of this alive?
(MCP looks earnest and nervous.)
YORI: Okay, let's rethink this. It's not worth it till we know who's telling
the truth.
MCP: Do you all feel that way?
(MCP glances around him and sees that everyone's nodding.)
MCP: Okay, then.
(MCP takes a step forward toward JAKE. Suddenly, at the last moment, he turns
and shoots CLU. CLU falls to the floor.)
BIT: No, no!
(BIT turns and runs out to the side. MCP trains the gun once more on JAKE.)
MCP: I feel differently.
(JAKE glances down at the gun.)
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS - NIGHT]
(Open again on the monitor and the view of the plane going angled downward.)
LOU: (to radio) Ich bin Louise Beckett. Ich muss mit seinem direktor sprechen.
CUT TO:
[INT. BERLIN - UNDERGROUND BUNKER - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
MCP: You're pretty good, huh -- as a hacker and a social engineer. Buy you'll
never be a player.
(JAKE closes his eyes and concentrate.)
CUE SOUNDS: INTERFACING
(The monitor to the workstation behind MCP starts to show code scrolling down
the screen.)
MCP: (misinterpreting) You better pray.
CUT TO:
[INT. BANATECH PLANE (MOVING) - NIGHT]
(The pilots continue to try everything they know to regain control of the plane.
They press every button, flick every switch.)
PILOT: (to radio) Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is November X-Ray Seven-Four-
Two-Zero-Five. We are unable to maintain control of the equipment.
(The clouds clear and the city lights are directly below them.)
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - SAT OPS - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(LOU is still on the phone with Berlin.)
LOU: (to radio) Ja, ich verstehe.
(She turns to KYLE.)
LOU: The hackers have locked the Germans out of their own system. They can't
input the override code.
(KYLE sees another message flash on the monitor: SEND OVERRIDE CODE TO
IPO1.134.136.139)
KYLE: But Jake can.
(LOU sees the message and goes back to the phone with Berlin.)
LOU: Wir benotigen seinen code. Wir benotigen seinen code.
CUT TO:
[INT. BERLIN - UNDERGROUND BUNKER - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(The scrambled code continues to scroll down MCP's computer. JAKE opens his
eyes and glances over at YORI who stands next to him.)
JAKE: (to YORI) It's gonna be okay.
MCP: Not for you, it's not.
(MCP turns around and sees another message flash on his screen:
OVERRIDE CODE #NCC18646309
PRESS ENTER TO ENABLE
MCP: What did you do to my computer?
(YORI sees the message and run to the keyboard. MCP moves and tracks his gun on
her. She reaches out and presses "ENTER". JAKE steps forward and gets between
MCP and YORI. With his enhanced strength, he pushes MCP out and away to the
side. MCP flies and hits the far wall.)
(He falls to the ground unconscious.)
(They both turn to look at the screen: OVERRIDE CODE ENABLED.)
CUT TO:
[NSA]
(Everyone waits and watches the monitor.)
[BANATECH PLANE -- COCKPIT]
(The alarms continue. The co-pilot notices the difference first.)
CO-PILOT: We got it back. We have control of the plane.
PILOT: Pull up. Just pull up!
(They pull the plane up.)
[NSA]
(Everyone continues to watch the monitor.)
PILOT: (over radio) This is November X-Ray Seven-Four-Two-Zero-Five requesting
immediate landing clearance, please.
(On the monitor, the plane straightens into a normal fly pattern.)
KYLE: He did it.
(DIANE lets go of the breath she was holding. She collapses onto the chair
behind her with relief.)
CUT TO:
[INT. BERLIN - UNDERGROUND BUNKER - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS]
(The authorities apprehend the small group of hackers.)
OFFICER: Anything more you can tell us, Agent Foley?
JAKE: Yeah, I don't know.
(JAKE sees YORI walk past them.)
JAKE: Uh ... excuse me.
(The officers lead them into the elevator. JAKE turns and follows them. He
doesn't step into the elevator.)
JAKE: (to YORI) I'm sorry about the way things turned out.
YORI: You've got nothing to be sorry for.
(JAKE doesn't say anything.)
YORI: Uh, my real name is Rachel.
JAKE: Jake.
(The elevator door closes between them. JAKE puts a hand on the door, then
walks away as he puts an ice pack to the back of his head.)
CUT TO:
[EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. NSA BUILDING (STOCK) - DAY]
[EXT. NSA - HALLWAY - DAY]
(JAKE and DIANE turn into the hallway.)
JAKE: What?
DIANE: Nothing. It's just funny, you know. I just rode to work with the
world's first ride-sharing superspy.
JAKE: Yeah, well, I hear ride-sharing's an idea whose time has come.
DIANE: Oh, yeah?
JAKE: Yeah.
DIANE: Huh. I'll see ya.
JAKE: Okay.
(JAKE'S phone beeps. He looks at the text message: THE LAST THING JAKE FOLEY
WILL SEE IS THE DEATH OWL.)
(JAKE turns and heads back down the corridor the way he came.)
CUT TO:
[INT. NSA - HOLDING CELL - DAY]
(JAKE walks confidently into the room. He stops directly in front of KEVIN
FLYNN, who is still in his holding cell -- the two men standing eye to eye
separated only by the glass wall.)
KEVIN FLYNN (DUMONT): How was Berlin, Jake? Miss me?
(JAKE stares at KEVIN, not breaking eye contact. After a moment, JAKE turns and
walks away leaving KEVIN FLYNN alone in his cell.)
FADE OUT.
THE END
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BEGINNING/TITLE CREDITS
JAKE 2.0
1X05: THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE GEEKY
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON UPN: 10/08/2003
TRANSCRIBED FROM UPN
Starring
CHRISTOPHER GORHAM as Jake Foley
PHILIP ANTHONY-RODRIGUEZ as Kyle Duarte
MARINA BLACK as Sarah Carter
JUDITH SCOTT as Deputy Director Louise (Lou) Beckett
KEEGAN CONNOR TRACY as Diane Hughes
Created by: SILVIO HORTA
Guest Starring:
BRENDAN FLETCHER as McP (or MacP)
CARLY POPE as Yori (Rachel)
KRISTIAN AYRE as Bit
PAUL ANTHONY as Clu
JESSE CADOTTE as Kevin Flynn (Dumont aka Death Owl)
MIRANDA FRIGON as Tech Agent Susan Carver
Co-Producer: WILLIAM REDNER
Producer: MARK WILDING
Producer: RICHARD DAVIS
Supervising Producer: JAVIER GRILLO-MARXUACH
Executive Producer: GINA MATTHEWS
Executive Producer: GRANT SCHARBO
Executive Producer: SILVIO HORTA
Written by: JAVIER GRILLO-MARXUACH
Directed by: MILAN CHEYLOV
END CREDITS
Executive Producer: DAVID GREENWALT
David Greenwalt Productions, California LazyDave
Matthew S. Scharbo Productions
Silent H Productions
Roundtable Entertainment, in association with
Viacom Productions, a Paramount Company
Director of Photography: DAVID GEDDES
Production Designer: GRAEME MURRAY
Edited by: WILLIAM FLICKER
Production MANAGER: LIZ STANIFORTH
First Assistant Director: KEVIN PARKS
Second Assistant Director: KIT MARLATT
Music by DONNY MARKOWITZ
Music Supervisor: RANDY GERSTON
Casting by: AMY McINTYRE BRITT
Casting by: ANTYA COLLOFF
Canadian Casting by: TRISH ROBINSON
Canadian Casting by: MARY MONTICA POOLE
Co-Starring
ANITA BROWN as Marly
ROGER HASKETT as Ed
ROBIN MOSSLEY as Banker
DAVID NEALE as Pilot
STEVE OATWAY as Flight Engineer
MICHAEL ROBERDS as Tow Truck Driver
Set Decorator: SHANNON MURPHY
Costume Designer: CARLA HETLAND
Costumer: HEATHER LEE DOUGLAS
Make-up Artist: BEV WRIGHT
Hair Stylist: JIL CORP
Property Master: TERRY WEAVER
Script Supervisor: NANCY EAGLES
Production Coordinator: ANITA MEEHAN-TRUELOVE
Production Accountant: GORD SMITH
1st Company Grip: AL CAMPBELL
Production Sound Mixer: SHANE CONNELLY
Stunt Coordinator: SCOTT NICHOLSON
Special Effects Coordinator: GARY PALLER
Transportation Coordinator: JOHN J. O'TOOLE
Construction Coordinator: VANCE CONWAY
Casting Assistant: CARRIE LEVIN
Post Production Supervisor: DAN McDONALD
Assistant Editor: DEBRA WEINSTEIN
Sound Supervisor: JON WAKEHAM
Music Editor: MOIRA MARQUIS
Re-Recording Mixers: TIM PHILBEN
Re-Recording Mixers: ALAN DECKER
Additional Music by: RICH McHUGH and ERIC AMDAHL
Visual Effects by: STARGATE DIGITAL
High Definition Post: MATCHFRAME VIDEO
Film Laboratory: TOYBOX
Off Line Post: THRESHOLD SOUND & VISION
The persons and events in this film are fictitious. Any similarity to actual
persons or events is unintentional.
© 2003 Viacom Productions Inc., All Rights Reserved
First Publication USA
Viacom Productions Inc is the author of this program for purposes of article
15(2) of the Berne Convention and all national laws giving effects therein.
This motion picture is protected under the laws of the United States and other
countries. Unauthorized duplications, distribution or exhibition may result in
civil liability and criminal prosecution.
Dated:11/16/2003
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