- That's your insurance, Lee.
Go public. They won't dare touch you.
Lee, what's wrong?
I don't know. I got to go.
Hi, baby.
What are you doing here?
Waiting for you. How are you doing?
So you just let yourself into my house?
I've been worried about you.
I haven't heard from you in days.
There's nothing to talk about. It's over.
You know that.
Come on.
That doesn't hurt you to say that?
It hurt me three months ago.
But after the phone calls, after the notes
on my car, and tonight...
...it's getting a lot easier.
Get down.
Who're you seeing?
Come on, Darryl.
I know you're seeing someone.
Let's see who that is.
What's this?
And a card.
Get down!
Oh, shit! Go, go, go!
Come here!
Stay down.
I don't have a shot.
You, go, go.
- What are you doing?
- Lighting a fuse.
- Are you hit?
- What?
Are you hurt, are you bleeding?
I don't think so.
- Are they following us?
- No. Just calm down.
You'll be fine.
I'm not fine.
They tried to kill me!
Darryl's dead.
You're alive.
And I'll keep you that way.
Your hand.
There's a first-aid kit under your seat.
That weapon, or whatever it was...
...was from your company, wasn't it?
It's an E.M. prototype.
It's not supposed to exist.
E.M.?
Electromagnetic pulse.
No gunpowder, no conventional bullets.
They fire aluminum rounds
at almost the speed of light.
A rail gun.
Yeah, that's another name for them.
The Navy's been working on them
for years.
The smallest one I've heard of is mounted
on a battleship.
Cyrez was contracted
to scale them down...
...to design a compact,
hypervelocity pulse weapon.
The most powerful assault rifle on earth.
They took millions,
then said it was impossible.
They looked real enough to me.
Maybe Cyrez found a higher bidder.
They're connected everywhere:
Defense, CIA, NSA...
...maybe even your people.
Still want to put them away?
Yes.
I'll hide you until the hearings.
No one will know where.
Not my boss, not WITSEC.
No one.
Can you do that?
The Feds knew it'd be a death sentence
for you, and let you walk right into it.
I was stupid.
You trusted them, that's all.
Now, trust me.
This is Morehart.
We have a problem.
Go ahead. This line's secure.
The Cullen woman is still alive.
Are you serious?
It gets worse.
She has a disk.
She tried to access our program with it.
Do you have any idea the risk I took
to get this back?
I know. She must have made a duplicate.
Then get it.
Whatever it takes!
Understood.
One other thing.
- I checked her phone records.
- And?
She called a woman named Isaacs.
A reporter for the Washington Herald.
I see.
You know what has to be done.
Do it.
The Joint Chiefs are ready,
Mr. Undersecretary.
I'll be right there. Thank you.
That's it. That's everything I am.
That's nothing.
It's a few numbers and some plastic.
What you are is in here.
No one can take that from you.
They'll try.
We'll stop them.
I need the rest.
That's all.
No. This.
This?
It's St. George.
It's silly, but when I was a kid
I used to have nightmares about dragons.
He watched over you.
Yeah.
Well, that's my job now.
Get some sleep.
We'll leave at dawn.
Okay.
'Night.
There's a place I know,
where it's easy to disappear.
There's a woman there I helped.
She testified against the yakuza bosses
in San Francisco.
Her new name is Mei-Ling.
You'll be safe with her until the hearings.
Your new name is Deborah Elliott.
You think of me as a "Deborah?"
I don't know.
I could have used something more fun,
like...
..."Debbie?"
"Deb?"
Deborah's fine.
AAA credit.
What's my limit?
It is not a license to shop.
I want you to lay low right now.
Mei-Ling will take good care of you.
You know the signal.
911. I get out of the apartment.
Go straight to the pay phone
and wait for my call.
It's a public place,
with six exits and six ways out.
And...
...I work alone.
If anyone comes to you
and claims I sent them...
...use this.
You just pull the trigger.
I