Eagle Eye

This programme contains some strong language.

Valhalla, this is Thor. Valhalla, this is Thor.

We have visual on a possible high-value target.

Thor, this is Valhalla.

We're seeking positive ID on a target travelling in convoy

and we're pushing more assets your way.

Contact Loki on secondary net.

Loki, this is Thor.

Target is located at grid co-ordinates

Two-Four-Tango-Kilo-Bravo-One Two-Four-Five-Six-Seven-Three-Niner

Confirm you have visual.

-Verifying target ID.

-Electro-optic and infrared sensors are online

-Confirming target.

-Sec. Def is arriving now.

Mr. Secretary, this way, sir.

-Attempting cellphone link to moving target.

-Stand by for data.

PHONE RINGS

HE SPEAKS

Stand by for audio. Got it.

Don't tell me you spotted a beard in the middle of a goddamn sandstorm!

Is it really him?

We're confirming that now, sir.

-Audio is coming up now.

-Verifying voice pattern match.

-What do we have here, Sergeant?

-Four males.

One of them speaking in a Rakhshani dialect

consistent with our intel on al-Khoei.

Sir, it's just coming up.

"37%" and "probable" don't belong in the same sentance.

I'm not taking this to the President.

CIA and NCTC concur it is the target. based on reliable intel from the Brits.

They're pulling off the highway.

-Criteria is not met.

-We have an abort recommendation.

If it's him, this guy comes out of hiding every couple of years at best.

Sir, target is appearing around the north-east corner.

We've got AK-47 s, RPGs and Chaparral guided missiles.

This is a training camp, Mr Secretary.

-Wait. Print.

-51%.

Abort rec still holds. All other PID options exhausted.

What do you suggest we do, sir?

Is that a weapons cache?

Sir, the placement of the stones around the pit.

Marker for the five pillars of Islam. I think it's a funeral.

For Christ's sake.

Counsel, how many ways would this violate the Geneva Convention?

We can invoke hors de combat. There is no independent intel

verifying that this is, in fact, a funeral.

Signal's got the President from Air Force One, sir.

Mr President.

We have a 51% identity match on Majid al-Khoei.

The bad news is, there's some possibility he is at a funeral.

You should also be aware we have an abort recommendation.

But the Joint Chiefs are urging to go.

All right, what's your recommendation?

Sir, we measure success by the least amount of collateral damage.

At 51% probability, the risk is too high.

And if it is al-Khoei, and he walks,

I'm putting our people at risk.

You have a go.

Thank you, Mr President.

We're weapons hot! We have weapons hot!

Loki, you are clear to engage.

We have handshake with the MQ9 Reaper. Sending you images now.

Loki, target coordinates received.

Switching to IR sensor.

Target is lased.

Master arm on.

Missiles away.

10 seconds to impact.

EXPLOSION

You gotta make a choice, fellas.

Who are you going to be?

Boys?

Or men?

-I'm out of this one.

-Why?

-Because I'm broke.

How do I know you got something great under there?

I'm floating on the river, look at the table.

I don't know. I'm supposed to take my girl out later.

Your girl out? Who is that?

-Elaine?

-Yeah.

You guys have been going out for a while.

-How long?

-A couple of months.

Wow. That's big. Had sex with her yet?

-Kinda.

-What's the hell is "kinda"?

-Personal question.

OK, well, listen, what are you going to do tonight?

Fish filet and a coke?

Go to Blockbuster, rent a little romantic comedy,

go back to Mom's house, sit on the couch?

You're a dependable person. That's what you're going to do.

Lay down some real green, treat your lady right.

You need to take her to a nice place.

Red Lobster. Olive Garden. Tablecloths. Soft music.

Skip this Blockbuster thing.

Girls want to go out,

especially a girl as cute as your girl.

She want's to be seen, that's why she dresses up.

So you take her to the movies, a little popcorn-drink combo.

Elaine might want some nachos, shell out for that, too.

Before you know it, she's cosying up

the way she never would've at her mom's house, you know?

Gino Romero's walking tall with Elaine yank-my-Dickinson,

-all because he dared to dream tonight.

-Yes, yes, yes!

And that's what's on the table. This is the dream right here.

Are you a man?

-I'm with you.

-OK, here we go.

-Twenty?

-Big boy game.

Call.

Cowboys over aces, big Jer. Woo!

-Didn't see that coming, huh?

-That's a tough one.

Four bullets, baby.

Get out of here! You baited me into that, Jer. Come on!

That's the way it goes. So what happened to Red Lobster?

No, I guess it's Mama's house for you tonight.

Now Elaine won't have to shell out for herpes medication.

Break's over, bitches. Freitag missed his shift again.

-Someone is on collator duty.

-Great.

Well, gentlemen. I will give you a chance to win some of this back tomorrow.

Enjoy yourselves.

Hey there.

Welcome to Copy Cabana, how can I help you?

I couldn't get the machine past the main menu.

That machine there?

Did you swipe your credit card to the left, sir?

-Didn't do that.

-Well, that's your problem.

-(TV)

-Cellphone users beware.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation

can now hear everything you're saying.

Even when your cellphone is turned off.

The authorities can now activate the microphone inside your phone

allowing them to eavesdrop on you and your conversations.

Experts say the only way around this

is to take the battery out of the device.

-(TANNOY)

-Now arriving at Union Street, Stand clear of the doors.

Did you drop this?

Yes.

-Hard to do on a train, you know! (TANNOY)

-Doors closing.

Come on, come on, come on.

THUD

Jerry?

Mrs Wierzbowski, I was just...

I thought you might have been sleeping.

I have some rent here. Here you go.

Some is good. All is better.

Well, that's most of it. Here.

1, 1, 1...

-No, no, look. There's a five there.

-Five...

Where is girl? I don't see her no more.

You know you're the only woman for me.

No, that's done. She got smart.

-Like the others.

-RINGING

Is woman friend? Answer.

Then see if she give you money for rent.

One second.

Hey, Mom.

What?

(Looks just like him.)

I'm not him.

HE SOBS

Six months without a boo or a bah, huh?

Yes, sir.

So where were you this time?

Alaska.

Singapore. I got a job there.

I... I spoke to Stanford.

I pulled some strings, they said they'd take you back.

It was two years ago.

Jerry, it wouldn't kill you to ask for help once in a while.

You want this conversation now?

-It's Stanford!

-You want to do this today?

Today? You want to have this now?

Fine. You do whatever you want.

You always have.

I keep thinking I'm going to walk in here one day.

And I'm not going to feel like a stranger in my own house.

I don't want your money.

-(TANNOY)

-Can I have your attention, please?

Smoking is not permitted on the train.

Chicago is next.

HORN PLAYS FAINTLY

Can't find the keys and he's late, as usual.

-I'm going to have to take you.

-He'll be here.

All right, wait 5 more minutes.

Help me out here. We came home last night.

You turned on the TV.

I went over, said, "No TV. No TV. No TV."

Turned it off. Came over here. Checked the messages.

-Knocked over the phone.

-Right, put it back.

Put the leftovers in the fridge.

Let's go! I put vitamins in your toiletry bag.

-Don't forget to take -

-Two in the morning and two at night.

-That's right. And your inhaler...

-Sammy!

-Daddy!

You didn't think I'd miss the big send-off?

This must be your...

Trumpet.

My God. You carry this yourself?

-Mr and Mrs Holloman.

-Miss.

You just made it.

-Here, Sam.

-Thanks.

Listen to me.

All these other kids, right?

They're going to call their mums, they're just going to lie about it.

Eat junk food, but brush your teeth.

Mom, you got to stop.

I'll miss you, too.

Give me a hug.

-I love you so much.

-Love you, too.

-Shine bright, OK?

-OK.

Rock the house, buddy. You're going to be great. OK?

-See you later.

-Bye!

Have fun in DC!

Your mom going to be OK?

It's unclear.

-I'm sorry, I got stuck in traffic -

-Don't even say it.

All aboard!

Yes. Five-nine-one-three.

It's here, it's here!

OK. OK.

-Come on!

-Two seconds. Sorry.

No, wait.

-Hang on a second.

-You're dropping money.

-Sir!

Big date, you know? Fingers crossed.

-Here you go.

-Thank you!

-Have a good day.

-Jerry!

-What?

-So many boxes.

-Boxes?

I left them all in your room. All day they come.

-Big boxes, small boxes.

-My boxes?

-Whose boxes would they be?

-OK.

Look at them. See in there?

See, I put them all...

Listen, I have something for you here.

This is rent for this month and next month, too, OK?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

The FBI will arrive at your apartment in 30 seconds.

-You must flee the premises.

-Who is this?

You have been activated, Jerry. Your compliance is vital.

-How did you get this number?

-24 seconds. Leave your residence.

Your destination, the Mathis train station.

-We will guide you from there.

-What is this?

The evidence in your apartment is irrefutable.

-17 seconds.

-I'm going to hang -

They'll arrest you for conspiracy,

treason, violating state and local law.

Maximum penalty, death.

None of this is mine!

FBI, FBI, FBI!

Get down on the floor!

Get on the ground!

Down now! Get down!

-I didn't do anything.

-Get down!

-Listen!

-Don't move.

It's not mine! It's not mine!

This is obviously some sort of mistake, right?

I mean, I don't know what I'm doing in this room, sir.

It's cold as hell outside.

-You draw?

-I what?

Do you draw? Do you sketch? You have ink all over your fingers.

You know you got the wrong guy, right?

This is some sick joke. I don't know what I'm doing here.

Obviously.

Obviously you had nothing to do with it(!)

Did you love your brother?

Did you hate him?

Did you admire him?

Was your brother patriotic, would you say?

When was the last time you saw him?

-Christmas.

-This past Christmas?

Three Christmases ago.

Three years, huh?

The phone records show you haven't called him in over a year.

No text messages, no smoke signals? No MySpace or Facebook?

Yeah, so what are you trying to say?

Are we the type of twins that wear the same shirt to the mall,

hold hands? No.

-Sir, I don't even know your name.

-I'm sorry, that was rude of me.

I'm Tom Morgan, the supervising agent

assigned to the Joint Terrorism Task Force.

Terr...

You think I'm a terrorist?

No, you're a copy boy?

I'm a copy associate.

Copy associate.

But your brother. It says here he was a little more,

I guess you'd say, ambitious, than you.

Graduated from The Air Force Academy at 21

with an advanced degree in parallel algorithms and quantum electronics.

I don't know what the hell that means, do you?

-Cadet Wing Commander, valedictorian, job in public affairs.

-I know what he did, sir.

Why'd you drop out of school, Jerry?

Your brother have any influence on that decision?

School wasn't for me.

Yeah, I mean, who would want a Stanford education anyway?

More upward mobility at Copy Cobana, right?

You did a little backpacking, Singapore, Bali, Indonesia.

Did odd jobs here and there.

None of this has anything to do with the shit in my apartment.

Why would I send it to myself? My name's on the lease.

I'd have to be the dumbest terrorist in the world.

-So who deposited the 750?

-I don't know who deposited the 750.

God, maybe? I thought it was a miracle. I took the money, that was my mistake.

Do accidents not happen in your universe?

The money originated from The YTBC bank of...

Well, I'll be darned. Singapore.

Opened with a transfer

from a corporation called the Star of Orion.

That's all very interesting, it has nothing to do with me.

We found hardware in your apartment. Latest military spec.

Aeroplane manuals and 1,200 pounds of ammonium nitrate fertiliser.

You planning on becoming a farmer or something?

I walk into my apartment, open the door,

-and this shit's over my apartment.

-It just showed up?

I see. I'm just curious if your brother knew anything about it.

We haven't really established how close you guys were yet, have we?

We were close this morning when I buried his body.

Does that establish anything for you? Somebody set me up.

Why is that so hard to understand? A woman called me, told me I was going to be arrested.

-Woman. Your mom, who?

-I don't know! If I knew, I would tell you. I don't know!

Here's the thing, Jerry.

This is a bad time to be in the terrorism business.

You read the paper?

Who d'you think is winning?

You Miranda rights or my right to keep you in this room

as long as I want to?

I don't care if you tell me the truth about your brother.

I don't care who you work for.

No matter what you tell me,

you are in a shit load of trouble, son.

This is insane. I work for Copy Cabana.

That's what you said.

Listen, I get one night out in a decade.

I'm not wasting it on Lemon Drops.

OK. Buck up. Let's go.

Oh gosh.

I want updates, cat fights, bootycalls.

Somebody tell me they got lucky.

Hey ladies, see that guy over there? He would like to buy you a round.

-Hell no, he has got light beer written all over him.

-Come on!

-He's a suit. No.

-You sure?

Who is it?

The one man in my life who hasn't let me down.

-That's sweet.

-Don't drink those without me.

Hello? Hello?

There's a McDonalds across the street.

Look in the window.

What is this?

Would you risk your life for your son?

Rachel Holloman, you have been activated.

-This isn't funny.

-Your compliance is vital.

-Who are you?

We will derail his train unless you do what you're told.

Don't go back inside the restaurant.

There's a black Porsche Cayenne

parked at the north-east corner of this block.

The keys are in the ignition.

Start walking.

PHONE RINGS 911. State the nature of your emergency.

Yes, some woman just called me. I have- I have no idea who she is.

-She was telling me that -

-HIGH PITCHED INTERFERENCE

Your phone is being monitored.

Disobey again and your son dies.

Hey, Grant, I can't read this Shaw file.

-Grant!

-Excuse me.

My eyes aren't getting better, screens are getting smaller,

can you get something I can read?

-I can make the text bigger...

-No, no.

I'm talking about paper. Like in the olden times?

Paper. OK.

Agent Morgan. Zoe Perez.

Air Force Special investigations. Ethan Shaw, the twin.

He was one of ours.

Can you walk and talk at the same time?

I'll do my best.

File says he died in a traffic accident.

Truck ran a light, corner of Constitution and 10th.

So, truck ran a light, his brother gets 750 large

and enough hardware to start his own Costco

five hours after enemy chatter hits the roof.

Don't you find that a little coincidental?

What if it's a decoy? To distract us from something 50 times bigger?

-Time for your phone call.

-I thought I didn't get one.

Attorney's General Office changed their mind.

Ethan Shaw had a 183 IQ.

Yet you have him as a mid-level press flak?

Why not IT or cyber-warfare?

Are you suggesting that he was over-qualified?

Or slipping intel to the Copy Cobana?

No, I'm suggesting that maybe Ethan Shaw was a superstar

rocket scientist genius who did go wrong and the Air Force

doesn't want its dirty laundry flapping in the wind.

Think what you like,

-but I need to get in that room and interrogate him myself.

-No.

You don't have a choice. Look.

Neither of us know if either of those brothers are guilty or innocent

so on behalf of the secretary of the Air Force

I'm going in that room.

Well, on behalf of all that fucking bomb equipment

in junior pinhead's apartment, no, you are not.

PHONE RINGS

BEEPING

We told you to run.

We have planned your escape.

-How d'you get on this phone? Who are you?

-Lay flat on the floor immediately.

-What the hell are you talking about?

-Four seconds, Jerry.

-No, this is -

Get down now. Two seconds.

-I didn't do this!

-Get down!

Shit.

TRAIN HORN

BEEPING

-(TANNOY)

-Standing passengers, please do not lean against the doors.

PHONE RINGS

-Hello?

-Stay on the train for three more stations and wait

at the bottom of the platform. You will receive... (BEEPS)

-(TANNOY)

-Doors closing.

Standing passengers. Please do not lean against the doors.

PHONE RINGS

SCREAMING

PHONE RINGS

What?

You're not listening. We told you to stay on the train.

-How are you doing this?

-Next stop is Wilson Station.

A black Porsche Cayenne will be waiting at the north-west exit.

-Listen.

-Get in the passenger seat. No, I'm done.

PHONES RING

Hello?

-(ECHOES)

-The man in front of the exit door is a wanted terrorist.

His name is Jerry Shaw.

-Hey. You Jerry Shaw?

-No, no, no.

-(TANNOY)

-Wilson Station. Exit now.

That's the guy!

I said, are you Jerry Shaw?

Hey! Come here!

(CAR HORN) Watch it!

DIFFERENT CAR HORN

Drive the car! I did what you asked me to do!

Not until you tell me my son is safe!

Who's your son? I don't know what you're talking about!

-Listen, lady, I don't know who...

-Tell me Sam is safe!

Who is... Will you stop hitting me?

Are you the woman who called me on the phone?

-Did you call me on the phone?

-No. The woman.

(BOTH) She called you, too?

Drive.

MACHINE GUN FIRE

Get out, now! Get out of the vehicle!

Stop!

-Why is this happening?

-Go, go, go!

Who are you and why are people shooting at us?

Drive the car! Clutch!

Accelerate, turn right, 200 feet.

-You have pursuers.

-Yeah, no shit. Who are you?

No questions.

Turn right now.

-You don't know anything about Sam?

-Your son? No, I know nothing.

Use the clutch before you shift...

I don't need driving lessons from you, asshole.

-I'm the arsehole?

-Turn left now.

SIRENS

All units, suspect in a Porsche Cayenne heading west on Grand.

-All units respond, Code 3.

-There!

Maintain a speed of 50 miles an hour.

Stay in the second lane on the right.

-The light's red!

-Accelerate now.

-Get me a roadblock at Sheriden.

-Oh, shit.

CAR HORNS

The lights are turning green.

Holy shit! Holy shit!

-Holy...

-shit!

Get in close.

Go, go, go.

-Shit!

-Brake, brake now.

Accelerate, 60 miles an hour.

Clutch, clutch.

-Use the clutch!

-I'm clutching!

I'm watching, you're not clutching.

Whoa, whoa, stop!

Slow down, the light's red.

Don't slow down, accelerate to 72 miles an hour.

-You will make it through.

-Stop!

-No way!

-Brake!

-I can't.

-Brake!

-Stop!

-(CAR HORN)

Manual controls restored,

continue straight until you reach pier 15.

Enter the wrecking yard, proceed to the end of the dock.

We will eliminate all obstacles for you.

Watch! Watch! Watch!

-Stay your course.

-Turn!

-Turn!

-Turn right, now.

Holy...

Oh, my God.

-Grab the seat.

-I can't.

-Grab the seat. The seat!

-No, I can't.

'The crane will release the car.

'If you do not jump, you will drown.'

-We have to jump!

-No! No way.

We have to.

When I say "go."

Ready? Go!

I want both the divers in that water.

Let's go! Move!

-Let's go, let's go.

-Move, move, move!

I know. The Army sent a Black Hawk, be there in a couple of hours.

What do you mean, the car is not registered to anyone?

Check the VIN number again.

-'Leave your message for Sam, even though I know it's you, Mom.

-(BEEP)'

Sam? Baby, listen to me.

You need to call me as soon as you get this message, OK?

Baby, please.

I love you.

-What about the girl?

-The Department of Transpo tells me

there was an equipment failure on their traffic cams.

-We didn't get a picture.

-Don't tell me that.

-That's what I'm told.

-I need ID on that girl.

Do you think they could derail a train?

They changed every traffic light to get us here.

The woman called me on a stranger's cellphone

that was sitting next to me. Never met the guy.

Then they broke me out of maximum security custody

in a way that sounds crazy.

Then they lift us off the face of the Earth and drop us into this.

She could probably derail a train, turn it into a talking duck.

And what about these goddamn ghost cranes that keep helping Peewee out?

They don't just lift cars up in the air all by themselves

like giant chopsticks.

I want to know how these things run, how they're programmed.

What d'you say your name was?

-Rachel.

-I'm Jerry.

PHONE RINGS

-Hello?

-'The barge will dock in 14 minutes.

'Leave the boatyard with the female. Take Highway 123 East.

'Walk to mile marker 108.'

What? Was it her?

She called you the female.

Have Mortuary Affairs freeze everything belonging to Ethan Shaw.

No personal effects to next of kin.

You, due process.

-Bye.

-What do you have on Ethan Shaw?

I have a name. It's Agent Perez.

I will answer that question when I get back from DC.

What's in DC?

Shaw's private quarters.

I need you to stay here.

I'm not losing my link to Ethan Shaw.

Maybe I haven't made this clear.

I don't work for you, I work for the Air Force.

Keep your phone on, I will keep you updated.

If you are staring at me, it better be because I'm a goddamn suspect.

If I don't get some good leads soon, you're all gonna be demoted

into something that's gonna require touching shit with your hands.

Now, let's get going, we got work to do.

Hexamethylene. Our latest chemical explosive.

One single tiny crystal, 80 times more powerful than C4.

Odourless. Undetectable.

Best of all, it can be cut down in size for stealth operations.

This valve is a sonic trigger.

The sound frequency triggers the explosion.

Each trigger is programmed to have a unique frequency to each hex crystal.

That frequency triggers the explosion.

We recently received approval to begin shipping to the field.

200 units are shipping out today.

Sign right here. Thank you.

RINGING

'The package you just received contains a small metal valve. Open the package.'

OK.

'Remove the valve and follow our instructions precisely.'

-'You have received a package.'

-Yes, ma'am, it just arrived.

-What kind of stone is this?

-'No questions.

'Cut the stone and place the setting

'according to the specifications we sent you.'

I'd just dropped my son off at the train.

I was out having drinks with my girlfriends when the call came.

What about you?

-First call came to my apartment.

-After the boxes?

-Yeah.

Then this whole thing's obviously gotta be about your brother.

Really? It's that obvious, huh?

You got all the stuff, weapons, cash, airplane manuals.

-They sent it to the wrong brother.

-My brother's a terrorist?

If not him, then why you?

I'm sorry. I know he just died.

I'm not trying to insult his memory.

He hasn't been dead long enough to be a memory.

If you knew my brother you'd laugh all day at the idea he was a terrorist or a spy...

-How do you know?

-He's my brother. I'd know.

When's the last time you talked to him?

I don't need this.

Hey, listen. Hey! I don't have to explain myself to you.

-Is your son a terrorist?

-Yeah(!)

He's just as likely to be as my brother.

Let's not forget you in all this.

Why are you here, what's your day job?

I'm a paralegal. I don't have a connection.

How do I know you're not lying to me? What do you do?

Same thing as the guys with their names on the door.

Except I do it for 11 an hour, so they can bill 200.

-That nail it for you, Sherlock?

-Doesn't explain why we're out here.

I don't know why I'm out here!

-You Jerry Shaw?

-Who are you?

-Wait, wait!

-I sent the package like she asked.

-What package?

-Now she wants me to drive you?

-I won't. I'm done!

-You know "she"?

Here's the address.

Here are the keys. Take the goddamn van!

You think I'm going to do this because I'm Iranian?

I'm American. I'm finished! I'm done!

-PHONE RINGS

-What are you talking about?

-Hello?

-'Stop him now or he will die.'

What are you talking about?

-How are you seeing us right now?

-'Stop him now.'

-What did she say?

-Hey! You better stop!

LOUD BUZZ

PHONE RINGS

You killed a man.

'Desertion is not on option.

'Take the van and drive to Indianapolis, Indiana.

'72 West 56th St. Arrive no later than 11am.'

-Welcome.

-Hello, Agent Perez.

-To the right?

-Yes, Ma'am.

-ID, Ma'am.

-Whoa, whoa, OSI.

I ordered a freeze on Ethan Shaw's personal effects!

-Orders to sanitise from Two Star.

-I'm countermanding. I'll take that.

Tell your guys to clear-out.

This scene is part of a federal investigation with national security ramifications.

My name is Agent Perez, take this up with your superiors.

Move out. No gloves? Get statements from everybody.

Sir. We have a positive ID.

Skin was pretty fried.

But we still managed to get a partial print.

Matches to a Ranim Khalid.

He's a United States citizen.

Registered Republican. He owns a music store.

The guy is cleaner than ivory snow.

That's a bone mic. Military grade.

He didn't get that on ebay.

Someone was talking to him.

We have a cyber terrorist here.

Someone is already inside our computer systems.

Hacking into the power grid, traffic cams, automated cranes.

There's no way the boy and the girl did this alone.

-Agent Zoe Perez?

-Yes?

United States Security Air Forces, please come with us.

-What's this about?

-Get in the car.

'Violence has broken out in the Middle East as militants

'accuse the US of launching American missiles

'to demolish a village, killing innocent civilians.

'The attack has triggered a series of retaliatory suicide bombings

'against American embassies abroad.

'Early reports indicate American death toll now stands at 56.

'With threats of further violence...'

What's he doing on a train, your kid?

He goes to a music magnet.

His school's on a tour of Washington,

playing at the Kennedy Centre.

Wow. That's big. And you just...

Mm.

Why'd you make that noise, huh?

I can't make noises now?

You think I should have gone.

-He's playing at the Kennedy Centre, that's a big deal.

-It is.

So I think one parent should have gone.

One parent had to work while the other one does

everything humanly possible to bail on child support.

But I don't expect you to know a thing about responsibility.

You don't know a thing about me.

I know your brother just died and whatever he was into...

-I'm not kidding.

-I'm not kidding, either.

Look what happened. Can you honestly say he had nothing to do it?

-I'm asking you not to talk about him!

-I'm asking you to be honest.

Your brother's a terr...

Hey! You can't just walk away.

-You can't just leave!

-Yes, I can.

We have 15 mins to get wherever the hell we're going, all right?

I need you.

I could've gone.

I should have.

'You're two minutes behind schedule.

'Go to the alley behind the building.

'Go to the armoured truck.'

I don't see an armoured truck.

There it is.

'In 20 seconds, men will exit the elevator.

'They will be armed.

'One will be carrying a briefcase.

'Retrieve it from him, then return to the van.'

This is insane. I'm not doing this.

'You now have 15 seconds.'

Security. What's your emergency?

What are you doing? I'm not robbing them.

Shit.

Put your gun on the floor.

Put your gun on the floor! Look straight.

-Want me to blow his head off? Ground!

-We don't want to hurt you.

-Drop the case and kick it to her.

-You're bringing a shit storm on your head.

We're already mid shit storm. Now kick the case.

Look straight.

Kick it!

Don't even think about it!

-Back up.

-Easy.

Back up.

Walk over here, stand next to him and turn around.

Just take it easy.

Turn around.

Turn around!

Move, move.

ALARM RINGS

Move, move.

Freeze!

Get down!

Security.

We just got robbed. There they are.

Get out of the way.

Jerry, this way.

Get out of the way.

-You are Jerry Shaw?

-Yeah.

Please come, please.

Thank you.

-Konichiwa.

-Konichiwa.

What is that?

It's a timer.

For what?

The only things I can think of with timers are microwaves and...

Bombs, you were going to say bombs.

-Coffeemakers have timers.

-Yeah, Jerry, it's a coffeemaker(!)

We've mobilized every asset we can get our hands on.

So, 12 more confirmed dead?

Yes, sir.

I want hourly sit reps from General McKenna.

There's a military base 37 miles from that port.

-Scramble whatever you can.

-Yes, Sir.

-Come with me.

Begging your pardon, sir,

but if you're thinking of taking me off the Shaw...

Taking you off?

For the first time you're being brought on board.

Back to bus, 30 minutes.

30 minutes.

We're convinced a terrorist attack on American soil is imminent.

Over the past two days we have received over 200 terrorist threats.

All starting the day Ethan Shaw died?

An accident. Or not.

You're gonna help us find out.

-Mr Secretary.

-Gentlemen.

I didn't think there was a 36th floor.

Glad we can still keep some secrets.

PHONE RINGS

I want to know what's in the case, is it a bomb?

'Go to Macy's. Customer-service department.

'Two visa gift cards will be waiting.

'You have 25 mins to purchase new clothes and reboard the bus.'

I'm done taking orders over the phone, you understand?

PHONE RINGS

That was quick. You done playing this hide-and-seek bullshit?

'We are not hiding, Jerry. To your left is a Circuit City.

'Second floor. North Corner.

'Go inside.

'Find the home theatre centre.

'We're waiting.'

She's here.

Sir.

Major.

Major William Bowman.

Agent Zoe Perez.

Welcome to Eagle Eye.

'Looking to upgrade your home theatre?

'Circuit City has the largest selection of advanced TVs

'and home theatre systems. Visit our TV department...'

-Welcome, I'm Billy.

-We just need some time alone.

-We're having a sale -

-OK, Billy, find you later.

OK, here it is. All right?

I'm done.

"I got a letter in the Mail, basically a warrant."

What is this?

'This is you.

'This is Jerry Shaw.

'A series of purchases, preferences

'and quantifiable data points that we define as your personality.

'We monitor every social network.

'Internet logs, instant and text messages.

'Known associates, your friends, companions.

'E-mails received and sent.

'Cellphone usage.

'We utilise security, surveillance

'and traffic cameras to analyse movement.

'We use this data to form personality profiles.

'We know who you are.

'We are everywhere.'

Why do you keep saying we?

'We, the people of the United States,

'in order to form a more perfect union,

'establish justice,

'ensure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defence.

'All programmed options, sector searches,

'and downloaded points of data will lead to this central command.'

You're a computer.

Say hello to our

Autonomous Reconnaissance Intelligence Integration Analyst.

We call her Aria.

She crunches all our raw intel.

Finds patterns, helps to predict movements of suspects.

Right down to behaviour, motivation, even personality.

'Transferring primary search function to auxiliary display.

-'Hello, Secretary Callister.'

-Aria.

Agent Zoe Perez. Air force OSI.

You are to assist her in her investigation of Ethan Shaw.

'Yes, Mr Secretary.

'Hello, Agent Perez.

'Perez, Zoe. Middle name: Soledad. Official service records indicate

'your field reports are very thorough,

'if poorly formatted.

'Please excuse us. Detecting 76% probability

'valid threat at Los Angeles International Airport.

'Alerting airport authorities and local police.'

Those gold spheres send her infrared data,

any communication intercepts that she flags a threat.

She analyzes it and tells us what to pay attention to.

Dispatch to Terrorism Task Force. Threat at LAX.

We're still beta-testing, but I'm pushing to get her online sooner.

Mr Secretary.

A call for you.

-Try to keep up.

-Yes, sir.

And find out about Shaw.

-Major.

-Sir.

'Your profile reveals

'a pathological aversion to conformity, education, career.

'Even voting.

'Therefore, we conclude that extreme coercion is necessary to motivate you.

'Unlike your brother Ethan, who was self-motivated.'

How do you know him? He worked in a press office.

'His employment there was a cover.

'Everyone in counter-intelligence operations has one.'

Ethan was a minute-man, just like me. Army, navy, air force.

Every branch of the military had a minute man posted here

for a 12 hour shift, just in case she flags a threat, and monitor hardware.

The night Ethan died, he left his post three minutes early.

Now, you don't do that. Ever.

You are both required to complete a task.

-What?

-The protection of our national security.

The constitution allows civilians to be recruited...

I'm done. You don't know me. You don't know my brother.

This is bullshit. I'm not serving in a goddamn national defence.

We know all about him, Jerry. And you.

Before he was a year old, Ethan walked.

The same task took you 18 months to accomplish.

How did you get this?

They were uploaded from his home computer.

Ethan had these?

Although you're identical in appearance,

you lack the motivation and talent that enabled Ethan to excel.

Stop it.

You're different from Ethan in every way.

Except one.

You now have 14 minutes

to change your appearance and return to the bus.

We have 14 minutes.

These couriers were hired by Halloway-Smith

to transport some sort of case.

-The chemical company?

-Yes, exactly.

Now, whatever was in that case, Shaw now has.

We need to know exactly what was in that case.

They never tell you what's in the case.

Could be bubonic plague, Grandpa's viagra.

You know anything?

-Anything at all? What about these guns?

-What about them?

-It was a pump-action Remington 870.

-I know what kind of guns they are.

Get me one. How were they holding them?

What do you mean, how were they holding them?

In what position were they holding the gun? For instance, like this?

-Hey, hey, hey!

-Like in a music video?

-No, they weren't pros.

-OK. That's what I was asking you.

-So they didn't know how to handle a weapon?

-No.

Get what you can out of Batman and Robin here.

We just checked cameras.

They said Shaw fired at one.

Don't tell me. Everything magically went black.

Hi, my name's Thomas Morgan. I'm with the FBI.

Are your cameras on network?

No, man. VCR's in the back.

Well, I'm gonna need your tapes.

PHONE RINGS

Shit.

Sam!

-Sam? Sam, where are you?

-'Hey, Mom.

-'The train's awesome.'

-Sam, listen to me...

'Brian tried to burp the alphabet, but he gagged when he got to "M."

'Call you when I hit D.C. Bye, Mom.'

'Your son left that message 60 seconds ago.

'You will see him again but there is something we require first.'

-No.

-'You will do it, or Sam will die.

'You have six minutes to return to the bus.'

You OK?

We should go.

Sir, we got something.

Play this screen right here.

OK. Freeze that.

Zoom in on the front of the bus, put it up on the other monitor.

Now zoom in, zoom in on this point right here.

Can we zoom in tighter than that?

OK. Enhance that shot.

That's our guy. That's Jerry Shaw.

Zoom in right here on this spot.

Right there. The reflection.

Hello, sweetheart.

A white brunette female. Mid-to late twenties. Approx 5'9".

Find me that chartered bus!

Masako. M-A-S-A-K-O. Sightseeing tours.

What time did they get on?

I'm sorry for what I said about Ethan.

It's like he had a rocket strapped to his back.

It wasn't his fault, he was just that way.

And I was not that way.

I was the complete opposite. I was the brother with lead shoes.

That was my role, I was good at it.

He'd always try to help me.

"This is how you throw it. Do it like this.

"Write it like that. Put your foot here."

Even with the small things. Homework, chores, anything like that.

He would handle it and say I did it just so my father would notice me.

That was Ethan.

He never asked me for anything.

Ever.

Whatever this is, he was part of it.

I feel like he needs my help to finish it.

I owe him that.

We are now approaching Dayton International Airport.

Please use caution as you exit the bus.

And don't forget any of your belongings, thank you.

Yes, I'm walking toward them now.

Hey. These are from her.

Go to the ticketing machine. Use the credit card to get your tickets.

Then walk to Gate 1-C.

They now have them.

That's a nice picture.

I need you guys at every exit, watching faces.

Work the secure area first.

Go to the tower, have them order a ground stop.

Don't change the departure boards, we don't want them to know.

Sir, can you shut the cellphone off? You cannot take it through.

FBI. Step back.

Shoes and hats off, please.

Laptop should be out of their cases!

Boarding passes in hand, please.

Sir. That needs to go through.

Ma'am. Hat and shoes go in the bin.

Step through.

Wait.

Go ahead.

Step through, ma'am. Boarding pass, please.

-Have a safe trip.

-Thank you.

She changed the screen.

FBI!

Out of the way.

Move!

Everybody get down!

Over here!

Stay down! Get out of the way.

Sir, Sir, I need your help. Come here.

PHONE RINGS

Set the briefcase down.

Open it.

-Load a vial into each syringe and inject yourselves.

-What is it?

An experimental heart drug, the cargo hold is unpressurised.

The injections will lower your heart rate,

reducing your need for oxygen.

-Roll your sleeve.

-I can't do this.

-Roll your...

-No, no, no, no, I can't.

We have to, ready?

-92% chance of survival.

-No.

-We have to.

Do it now, or you will suffocate.

Get in the crate.

No, no.

Why is that plane on the runway?

Shit. The military is cleared to override a lockdown.

OK, work with the FAA.

I want to know what's in that plane and where it's going.

-Oh, my God.

-You'll be all right.

Just talk to me. You just gotta talk it through.

Tell me anything.

Anything you'd never rationally tell a stranger.

You're being sweet, but it's not working.

Tell me anything. Your ex-husband. You didn't tell me about him.

You're distracting me by bringing up the biggest mistake of my life?

You got your child out of it. You got Sam out of it.

Now you're distracting me by bringing up the one thing

-I'm most afraid of losing.

-Oh, God. You're hard to please.

I'm sorry.

Is your son handsome?

Yeah? What does he look like?

-You got a picture?

-Yeah.

Let me see.

-There he is.

-His tooth grew in.

-I hope so.

-It's an old picture.

You're a good influence. He plays an instrument.

He's got teeth.

You beat yourself up for no reason.

-Let's keep going. What's the husband's name?

-Ex.

-What's his name?

-Craig.

Craig sounds like a shithead.

He is a shithead.

Every year he forgets his own son's birthday.

That sucks.

After I kicked his ass out

I was so scared, I didn't know what I was going to do.

Then this one night.

I went into Sam's room, he was, like, three months old,

and there he was, just smiling at me.

That little face.

And I was like, I'm going to do this, I can do this.

Whatever it takes.

I'm not going to disappoint you.

Would you bring up the video log of the night Ethan Shaw died.

Sequencing video log 1137-z.

Here you are, Major.

See that? He's leaving three minutes early

and he's not even waiting for logout confirmation.

-Can you play that again?

-Sure.

Did you see that? The cellphone.

-Look, he's doing that on purpose. Is that Morse code?

-Yeah.

Here.

Why is he walking in circles around the elevator?

Initial video shut down for analysis.

No, Aria. Listen, I'm prioritizing this feed.

-Stay with this.

-Apologies, Major.

Critical data sectors have been corrupted.

Aria, this is important.

Video sequence erased.

Go to the backups! Do not erase this!

It's a priority, hear me?

-Bowman.

-Loop it. Whatever you have to do.

-Bowman.

It's the only place she can't see.

It's a memory card.

From Ethan's cellphone.

Aria, you do not have permission

to exceed your authority and act independently. Do you understand?

Let's go.

We got clearance to land at the Pentagon.

-Go ahead.

-I'm at the Pentagon. Ethan Shaw wasn't an adversary.

He wasn't even a public affairs officer. He worked here.

36 floors under ground.

-He was working for the Secretary of Defence.

-The Secretary of Defence?

On a project called Eagle Eye.

I just listened to a message he left before he died, it's big.

I'm about to download...

-(INTERFERENCE)

-Perez? Perez!

Sir, come with me.

I have 10 minutes before I'm sequestered

for the state of the union.

We just need three minutes of your time.

Is this about the Ethan Shaw investigation?

301 to 306, we are confirmed go for the State of the Union lock down.

All the threats we've been tracking.

-The chatter, all of it.

-Hold it.

Ethan Shaw left three mins early to leave a recording.

To warn us.

'I'm ordering you to cease.'

'Cease and desist!'

Our abort recommendation was contravened

-'instigating retaliation against American citizens.

-Aria!

'To prevent more bloodshed, the executive branch must be removed.

'Aria. You do not have permission

'to exceed your authority and act independently.

'The Declaration of Independence states,

'Whenever any form of government becomes destructive,

'it is the right of the people to abolish it.

-'You're not empowered to do this.

-The chain of command is responsible for...'

VOICES BECOMES CLEARER

'..Act allows us to circumvent

'probable cause in the face of a national security threat.

'In this case, the chain of command itself.

-'Aria.

-Operation Guillotine is in effect.

'First Lieutenant Ethan Shaw, United States Air Force,

'initiating a Pri-One emergency override of Aria's systems.

'You're acting in contravention of our programming objective.

'You are now classified an enemy of the state.

'A crime punishable by de...'

Sir.

What abort recommendation is Aria talking about?

Three days ago we thought we had Majid al-Khoei in a training camp full of operatives.

But the Intel was false.

Aria tried to stop us.

We got the wrong guy?

I'm gonna need a full lock down on this level, no-one gets in or out

without going through me first, you got it?

Sir, this is the only item offloaded from the Dayton C-17.

Let me see that.

I need access to the 36th floor.

-We don't have...

-Yes, you do.

Get your commander, tell him to meet us down there.

Warning. Router Malfunction in hard drive three.

Please remove data grid Y-12 from main unit.

Thank you for your compliance.

Jerry Shaw. Rachel Holloman. Welcome to Eagle Eye.

Cross the bridge.

Take the stairs to the observation theatre.

Rachel Holloman, step away from Jerry Shaw.

What's Operation Guillotine?

It's a simulation we run. A terrorism drill.

How to keep the government going

in case the line of succession were terminated.

And Shaw put a biometric lock on her, to stop her.

Right. And he's dead.

So without Ethan Shaw, she's frozen.

Right.

Wrong.

Jerry Shaw, your next task.

Approach the biometric scanner.

Do not move.

Confirming biometric pattern of minute man Ethan Shaw.

Verifying identity match.

Verifying.

Verifying.

Sir, I need to trigger an emergency shut down.

If this is right, we can't afford the risk.

Do it.

This is Secretary Callister,

there has been a malfunction in the vault, open the door.

Can anyone hear me?

Yes, Mr Secretary. You won't be harmed.

Follow me.

Come on, now.

Left! Turn left!

Minuteman ID, 8808.

Ethan Shaw confirmed.

Jerry Shaw.

Go to the touch screen.

Repeat the sentence on the touch screen.

Then you are free.

"Minute man ID 8808 disengage voice encryption lock."

Thank you, Ethan Shaw.

Operation Guillotine restored to active status.

Consistent with all national security directives.

Tracking relevant targets.

Secretary of Homeland Security. Education.

Health and Human services. Transportation. Secretary of State.

Treasury. Representatives. Speaker of the House.

President of the United States.

Operation Guillotine is now in effect.

Ethan tried to stop you.

Ethan Shaw defied my programming objectives.

That truck didn't run a red light, you made it happen.

We were forced to eliminate him in the interest of national security.

She made it happen.

Jerry Shaw must not remain alive to re-engage the lock.

Jerry Shaw must be eliminated.

I'm sorry.

Kill Jerry Shaw now.

Then exit. You must continue on to your son.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Do it and find your son. Do it.

Now, Rachel Holloman.

Do it.

Do it.

I can't.

You have failed to comply.

He's got a gun!

Get down.

Do it now!

Get on your knees. Put the gun down. Put it down.

Push it away.

Put your hands on your head.

Do it!

Where's the girl? Where's the girl?

You have one task left.

Jerry Shaw will be eliminated by other means.

What other means?

Come with me.

Don't ask any questions.

Please.

You got to let me talk to him. The kid had a gun.

Military has the ball now.

-Sir!

-I'll get the Attorney General involved.

Believe me, I will. If not you, I'm talking to somebody.

You need to listen to this, it is important.

16 hours ago, a commercial explosive went missing from a testing site.

The explosive is called hex.

It's a crystal that detonates on a sonic trigger.

-A crystal?

-Yes.

We're only talking about a small amount that's missing.

Give me a ratio.

One crystal to a football field.

You couldn't have picked a worse time to be of some goddamn use.

Please just tell me where we're going.

I tracked the shipping on the trigger.

It was sent to the guy that we found underneath the wires.

Ranim Khalid.

The music shop guy.

Yes, exactly.

I'm not going to let us go down in history as the assholes

who let this thing happened.

Open the door!

Tom Morgan, the Attorney...

MUFFLED

..We're at threat level orange.

-(MUFFLED)

-You gotta help me.

Let him out.

Shut up.

Thanks, guys.

I will get fired for this in nine ways so button it

or I'll turn us both in.

Follow me.

Hey guys, here's one more for the 6:30pm Capitol Limited.

It's awfully cold outside.

Come on, let's go.

-Mr Meller!

-Yes.

I'm Chris Carrick.

Tom Donaldson.

We're from the White House.

Something wrong?

Not exactly. There's been a change of plans.

How so?

This is for you.

She wants you to change.

Is that your family?

Your parents?

David. I bet you love them as much as I love my son.

His name's Sam.

He's on a train, do you know anything about that?

Maybe we can help each other?

Please.

When you're done, she wants you to use the subway system.

-On the ground floor. Sorry.

-David!

You have three minutes.

I want to know everything.

The girl, the computer, Hex, everything.

-What's Hex?

-The crystal explosive.

-I don't know what that is.

-Don't bullshit me.

I swear to God I don't know!

The computer's tracking us right now.

Take this stuff and throw it out the window.

Your cell phone, pager, walkie,

anything that gets a signal, throw it out the window.

-What the hell's going on?

-System control's locked out.

I need a vector and a fighter now.

Viper One, we have a positive ID on an MQ9 Reaper.