and you have done it using loyalties
on the inside.
You want to shake hands with the devil,
that's fine with me.
I just want to make sure
that you do it in hell.
Money, money.
Where's the damn money?
The other day, we decoded a message
on the internet...
from a Czech we know as Max.
He'd gotten himself
in a position to buy our NOC list.
An operation he referred to as job 314.
Job 314.
Job 314. I can't...
Job...
Job 3: 14?
Job 3: 14.
You son of a bitch.
Ethan...
what are you doing?
I needed you, Ethan.
I needed you on the bridge...
but you weren't there.
Ethan.
Ethan.
Ethan?
Don't move.
Ethan.
Ethan, it's okay. Just calm down.
It's Claire.
- It's okay.
- You were in the car.
No, I wasn't.
I heard on the radio...
Shut up, I saw you. You were in the car.
No, I got out of the car.
I ran to the bridge.
He said someone was just...
Don't give me that. I was on the bridge.
- There was nobody on the bridge.
- What happened to Jim?
Wake up, Claire! Jim's dead!
They're dead! They're all dead!
- Who sent you for me?
- Jim's dead?
- Who sent you here?
- Jim...
Take off your coat.
- Where were you, huh?
- I...
Where were you?
I walked away. He said abort.
I just walked away.
That was four hours ago.
Who sent you?
- Did they send you for me?
- Who's ''they''?
Did they send you?
Look, who sent you? Who sent you?
No one sent me. No one sent me.
We were supposed to be
back here at 4:00.
4:00 if we abort.
We don't return here until 4:00, 0400...
4:00 a.m. 4:00, Ethan, 4:00.
If we abort.
4:00 a.m.
I've been disavowed.
They actually think I killed Jim
and everyone else.
Somehow $100,000 finds its way
into my parent's bank account.
Kittridge assumes I'm the mole
they've been tracing...
and I've been in the employ
of an arms dealer, Max...
for the last two years...
to get him our NOC list.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna get it for him.
Ethan, you're not making any sense.
Whoever the mole is...
I think goes by the name of Job.
I can't find him, but if he knows
I have the NOC list...
he'll find me.
I'm gonna go in and I'm gonna talk
to Kittridge myself.
And I'm gonna tell him
you had nothing to do with this.
Claire, if you're not dead...
he's gonna assume you're with me.
The message is for Job.
That's right, and I'm gonna answer it.
Excuse me.
Can I trouble you for a match?
Would you remove your hat, please?
- Why?
- You wish to meet Max?
The price of admission.
- I thought I was going to see Max.
- You misunderstood.
No one sees Max.
Then what the hell am I doing here?
Allowing Max to see you
and hear what you've got to say.
Well, I don't communicate
very well through a shroud.
Well, if Max doesn't like
what you have to say...
you'll be wearing
that shroud indefinitely.
I'm willing to take the chance.
Very well.
Who are you
and what are you doing here?
I need $150,000.
Oh, really?
And you thought...
if you simply showed up,
I might give it to you?
Why not? You gave Job $125,000.
The penny drops. You are not Job.
Job is not given to quoting scripture
in his communications.
Then there was its tone,
aggressive but playful.
Job is not playful.
So you are something of a paradox.
- Well, that depends.
- On what?
Whether you like a paradox.
I want $150,000 today.
No, no. That's quite out of the question.
The disk Job sold you, it's worthless.
It's bait, part of an internal mole hunt.
And how might you know that?
Are you another Company man?
Like Job?
We're asking about you.
I'm NOC. Was...
Now, disavowed.
Why, may I ask?
That is the question I want to ask Job.
I don't know Job any more
than Job knows me.
Even so...
I'm sure
you could arrange an introduction.
Why should I?
Because I can deliver
the actual NOC list.
The one you have is
not only worthless...
it's certain to be equipped
with a homing device...
to pinpoint your exact location.
Boot it up.
In anywhere from 30 seconds
to 10 minutes...