Intelligence

Five years since the terrorist attack in Mumbai,

and there are many other disasters.

A grim reminder of what happened at the Taj on November 26th.

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Woman: ...Still searching the second floor of the Taj.

Amelia, where are you?

Man: ...Shot people needlessly in cold blood.

Woman: ...The 12 coordinated attacks

killed 166 victims from 10 countries.

Man: I'm just rubbing my eyes here.

In just a few minutes, this whole building has caught fire.

10 dead!

Hey, mom. Hey, dad. We miss you.

She's mine now, dad.

How could you?

Badri: Can you explain why you were trespassing

on government property?

At 18:00 hours, we were alerted to a level-one Sigint breach

on a highly-protected military geosync satellite.

We sourced the signal to you,

yet we found no communication equipment on your person,

let alone something with the processing power...

...to break through a helio-encrypted firewall.

Can you explain that?

You know, she doesn't like the attention you give her.

What are you talking about?

That woman who brought you coffee.

She's married, and you make her uncomfortable.

In fact, she's afraid of you.

Why is that, Badri?

I haven't told you our names.

Did you just do that?

Albert, when I was at NASA in '81,

we sent the space shuttle into orbit.

A cellphone today has a thousand times more processing power

than we put in that spacecraft.

Technology is not revolutionary.

It's evolutionary.

Ah, that's pretty good.

I like that.

Oh, boy. Looks like our raccoons are back.

All right, I think I'll keep you inside.

Please, take whatever you want.

Identification, please.

Lillian: Pete, I don't work for Langley.

You want me to move assets on that kind of intel,

it'll have to come directly from 1600.

Agent Neal's here. Thank you, everyone. That'll be all.

Riley. Lillian Strand.

Ms. Strand. Pleasure to meet you.

We met once before, didn't we?

Yes. On air force one. I didn't think you'd remember.

Riley, you have been vetted for months

for a job you neither applied for,

nor are even aware of.

We narrowed the list of candidates to six.

And in the end, you're the only one I brought here.

Ma'am, I'm flattered, but I already have a job.

Take a walk with me.

What do you know about Cybercom?

You're responsible for deepnet salvage,

cryptanalysis, cyber defense, data mining...

and a program called "Clockwork."

In 1939, the Nazis began developing a doomsday weapon.

The U.S. response was an unprecedented

mobilization of resources called the Manhattan Project,

resulting in the most devastating weapon ever built.

Now we face new and even more insidious threats.

Clockwork is this generation's Manhattan Project.

It's been active for six months

and has enjoyed a 100% success rate,

included in that success

is the thwarting of the Super Bowl bomber.

I thought that was C.I.A.?

You haven't been cleared to think anything different...

until now.

Last year, "60 Minutes" aired a story about a quadriplegic

who could operate a robotic arm with her mind.

The microchip that made that possible

was created right here.

While other agencies have been busy

trying to make artificial intelligence more human,

we gave a human the kind of power

that had previously only been found in a machine.

We created a man who's the first of his kind --

an advanced intelligence agent.

We're almost done.

We haven't found any residual virus.

What kind of virus?

Stuxnet --

the world's first weaponized cyber worm.

The computer virus? Boo-yah.

Of course, the only way to plant it in an isolated,

bunkerized system in the middle of the Himalayas

was for Gabriel to carry it in himself,

which is why we're making sure none of the code burrowed in.

Burrowed into what? Is he under anesthesia?

I wish.

Gabriel, you're done.

Finally.

Riley, you've changed your hair color.

I don't believe we've met.

Wow, that photo you e-mailed your boyfriend in college --

got to be careful what you send out there in the world.

It's called digital permanence. Right, Amos?

Don't worry, he can't print.

By the way, I'm Amos Pembroke, Gabriel's pri-tech.

Primary technician.

Nobody around here uses more syllables than they have to.

You'll fit right in.

What's that supposed to mean?

1060 on your S.A.T.s? Come on.

I was a bad test taker.

And who the hell do you think you are?

Whoa, a sealed juvenile record. What's that about?

Gabriel, don't open that file. Fine.

What's in it? Shoplifting?

Tell me, how's the daughter of a surgeon and chemist

become a secret service agent?

Youngest woman ever appointed to presidential detail --

now, that's the beginning of a storied career.

But now what?

Following around a charming devil

with a microchip in his brain?

Impressive. Almost every word of that was accurate.

Almost? Which word I get wrong?

"Charming."

Whatever the job is,

I think you should find someone else.

Bye.

Nice try.

But you're not gonna scare this one off.

Riley.

That guy is your advanced intelligence agent?

That guy was delta force, tier one.

Five tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. He's a hero.

He's also reckless, unpredictable,

and insubordinate.

And you put a computer in his head.

We connected a human being

directly to the information grid --

Internet, wi-fi, telephone, satellite.

I'm a secret service agent.

What could you possibly want me for?

This is the most valuable piece of technology

this country has ever created.

I want you to protect it for us.

You can't be serious.

You think protecting the president

is more important than this?

Respectfully, ma'am, it is more important.

Funny. He didn't think so.

Gabriel: Didn't work with the last one.

It won't work now. I don't need a babysitter.

No? What about your Himalayan adventure?

I sent you there to plant a virus,

not to look for Amelia.

As painful as it is to say,

your wife took part in an attack she was sent to prevent,

and she died in the same attack.

The Indian D.I.A. files make no mention of her death.

But they did identify her as one of the attackers.

That doesn't mean she turned.

The C.I.A. had her deep black for two years.

For all we know, she's still dark.

A lot of bodies were incinerated in that fire in Mumbai,

- and she never reported in or showed up on the grid again. - And that's your evidence?

If I go to bed at night and there's no snow on the ground

and in the morning I'm shoveling, it snowed.

Great.

Gabriel, it's been five years.

I'm not gonna let you bang and burn your own agency

in pursuit of this fairy tale that you're clinging to.

Whatever became of Amelia, she's gone.

I'm sorry, but it's time to move on.

Move on?

You ever cared for anyone in your life, Lillian?

Careful.

So, that girl's supposed to keep me in line, huh?

Let me tell you something about that girl.