..and not one with a profile like this.
That bad?
That good. This young lady, Miss Cullen...
...is a real live, bona fide...
...honest person.
Then why does she need us?
She's a senior executive
at Cyrez Corporation.
They're major defense contractors.
Top-secret weapons research.
Looks like someone inside Cyrez is selling
out Uncle Sam.
Feds need her to prove their case.
If they do...
...she'll be the key witness
in the hottest scandal since Iran-Contra.
- When does this go down?
- Tomorrow.
The sting's in place.
When it's over, she's all yours.
Sealed file on relocate. Your eyes only.
As usual, only you and I will be privy
to the exact location of your witness.
But, John...
...there are some serious players
in Washington...
...who could be badly burned.
So could she.
Welcome to Cyrez Corporation.
All visitors are required to stop
at the security station on the right.
Good morning, Dave.
She's in.
Anything yet?
Not yet.
That's right, lady. We're right here.
We're on.
You hear me?
We hear you.
I look okay?
Tell her she looks great.
Not bad, Miss Cullen.
Not bad for an amateur.
We're right with you.
Yeah.
Then let's do it.
- Good morning, Miss Cullen.
- Good morning.
Station C?
Yes.
And how long today?
Ten minutes max.
Okay.
You're doing just fine, Lee.
Let's hope we bought
the right combination.
Bingo!
Shit!
It's okay. We lose transmission
in the vault.
What now?
Now we wait.
She better move fast. She's only got
five minutes till the shift change.
What's taking so long?
Sweetheart, you've got two minutes left.
Shouldn't have used her.
Shit! She's out of time.
Welcome back, Lee. We're with you.
Miss Cullen...
...Mr. Donahue would like to see you.
In a minute.
He said, "Right now."
- What's going on?
- I think they made us.
Check the directory.
Where's Donahue's office?
Twenty-fifth floor.
I know.
Twenty-fifth floor.
Get backup ready to roll.
This could go south.
What is it, William?
That's someone I trusted for five years.
Someone I told others could be trusted.
I was pulling...
Don't!
We're way beyond bullshit here.
Who are you working for?
Shit, we're dead.
I should ask you that question.
I thought it was for the US government.
Come on, Lee.
What do you think we do here?
This isn't the Red Cross.
We make weapons, things that kill people.
If the government won't pay the price...
...it's my job to find someone who will.
Treason is part of the corporate strategy?
I asked who you were working for.
You didn't tell me.
My God.
Holy shit.
Christ.
Get her out of there.
What is this?
A camera?
I'm working for the FBI, William.
They heard everything you just said.
They're watching us now.
And you think that makes you safe?
You...
...have no fucking idea!
How could you do this to me?
I hope you understand, Lee.
You leave me no choice.
Wait a minute! Stop her!
Stop! Hey!
Go, go, go!
Hard evidence.
It's all yours, gentlemen.
We've handled these situations before.
You haven't answered my question.
We told you there'd be risks.
You told me I'd have complete protection
the entire time.
It didn't go as smoothly as we anticipated.
That's an understatement.
Remember, Miss Cullen, you came to us.
I came to you with a clerical error.
You asked for my help.
And we got it.
If Cyrez is selling weapons' technology,
that's high treason.
This disk and your testimony will put them
and their co-conspirators behind bars.
You've done a great service
for your country.
Now, it's time to think about your safety.
This is US Marshal John Kruger,
of the Witness Protection Program.
He'll handle your personal security.
My protection?
Your new identity, relocation.
I'll take you through it step-by-step.
What are you talking about?
I'm not going anywhere.
You're in an extremely high-risk situation.
That should have been explained to you.
Your boss was