you'll have Virginia farm boys
hopping around you like jackrabbits.
It's easy to say the disk is worthless...
when you say I can't look
at the information...
and see if it's worthless.
Not a tenable position, sir.
Okay, use it. But...
I'd suggest you pack first.
26, 27. So far, so good.
Not so good for you, my friend.
I'd say you've got about two minutes.
32 and 33.
Doesn't mean it's a signal.
Could just be the hard drive heating up.
44 and 45.
Now.
Man's gone black, Barnes.
He's under until he decides to surface.
Look, we can use somebody at the
embassy. Involve the local authorities.
- We can cut off his transportation...
- What can we do, Barnes?
Put a guy at the airport?
How many identities
do you think Hunt has?
How many times has
he slipped past customs...
in how many countries?
These guys are trained to be ghosts.
We taught them to do it,
for Christ's sake.
Well, what do you suggest?
Let's not waste time chasing after him,
just make him come to us.
Everybody has pressure points, Barnes.
You find something
that's personally important to him...
and you squeeze.
Gunther will never let me have
one of his apartments again.
Sorry I doubted you, dear boy.
You are a good sport.
Thanks, Max.
Or is it Maxine?
I don't have to tell you...
what a comfort anonymity can be
in my profession.
It's like a warm blanket.
My deal with Job was subject
to a successful boot scan.
Obviously it didn't pass muster.
Deal's off.
What was your deal with Job?
$6 million.
I'll give you the same,
but I want the complete list now...
not just Eastern Europe.
I won't do this piecemeal.
It's too dangerous.
- I want the entire list.
- $10 million.
$10 million in negotiable
US Treasury certificates...
in bearer form, coupons attached.
And one more thing.
Your personal assurance
that Job will be at the exchange.
Oh.
Max made a deal with you?
I deliver the NOC list, Max delivers Job.
We've got 75 rounds for your Beretta
but only 20 for the SIG Sauer.
One pair of Visco glasses
with monitor...
plenty of passports, and...
What?
You said it yourself.
If I'm not dead, I'm with you.
Are you sure about this?
Jim was my husband.
I want to get the son of a bitch
who did this.
We're gonna need some help.
We don't have a lot of time,
so they're gonna have to be local.
What kind of help?
Simple game.
Four players.
Exfil opens the pocket.
Cyber ops lifts the wallet.
Bank?
IMF mainframe.
Where exactly is it?
In Langley.
In Langley?
The one in Virginia, Langley?
Inside CIA headquarters at Langley?
Is he serious?
Always.
If we're going to Virginia,
why don't we drop by Fort Knox?
I can fly a helicopter right in
through the lobby...
and set it down inside the vault...
and it would be a hell of a lot easier
than breaking into the goddamn CIA.
What are we downloading?
- Information.
- What kind?
Profitable.
Payment on delivery.
I don't know.
I just don't know.
This doesn't sound like
the Luther Stickell I heard of.
What did they used to call you,
the Net Ranger?
Phineas Phreak?
The only man alive
who actually hacked NATO Ghost Com.
With that...
that exceptional piece of work.
You don't know what you're missing.
- This is the Mount Everest of hacks.
- Y'all are kidding yourselves.
Even with top of the line crypto,
Cray access, STU-lll...
Krieger can get it, right?
May take a little time.
What the hell do you mean,
''a little time''?
That's not what Claire tells me
about you.
Thinking-machine laptops.
I'm talking about the 686 prototypes
with the artificial intelligence risk chip.
24 hours.
And I get to keep the equipment
when we're done.
Luther, I guess you're all out of excuses.
Look, I just can't hack my way inside.
See, there's no modem access
to the mainframe.
It's in what we call the stand-alone...
which means I'd have to be physically
at the terminal.
Relax, Luther.
It's much worse than you think.
The terminal is
in a black