Bull

Alkali Air, Flight 643,

I have you on approach, heading 1-7-5 at 4,000 feet.

Curto Air

272, proceed to 3,000 at 2-4-0.

Essence Air 515, on final approach

to runway 3-1.

Affirmative, Metro.

Final approach.

Uh, boss, I think I just had my whole system wink at me.

What are you talking about?

Everything went away, and then it came back.

Well, it's fine now.

Oh, man.

I saw that.

Remember who was where?

No. I don't think so.

I had three planes incoming, and one in final.

I lost all their positions.

Whatever your screen had, mine caught it.

My screen just went blank.

I got nothing.

It's like it's playing with us.

Weird.

This has to be us, right?

Uh, it's not like the planes are changing course.

I don't know what's going on.

Reroute all planes out.

Move everyone away from their approach route.

- Alkalai Air, Flight 643. - Right now.

Vector right to 1-0-0.

We are rerouting you to JFK immediately.

Vector right...

FAA.

This is Metro air traffic control tower.

We've got an emergency.

JB 12-7-4, we're handing you off to...

Curto Air 272, vector right to...

Come on, get them out of there.

- Hustle. - Uh, vector right to 2-7-0.

Traffic, traffic.

Descend, descend.

Traffic collision avoidance system is going off.

T-CAS is reporting traffic

in front of me. Who is that?

Is that you, 643?

- Metro, what's happening? - Curto, listen to me.

I need you to take your own corrective action.

We are blind in the tower.

Repeat, we are blind in the tower.

They're gonna collide.

Uh, tower, roger that.

We're dropping to... hundred feet.

- I've got planes. - Zero conflict.

Zero conflict.

Don't know if you guys can still hear us,

but we just missed 272.

I think we're clear now.

We can hear you, and we can see you, too.

Nice work, 643.

All planes, reroute

to JFK, John F. Kennedy and Echo Whiskey Romeo.

Metro is closed for business.

What time does this shift get over?

I want to go to church.

Sarah, what are you doing?

I thought it'd be more fun to tell you when you were awake.

Tell me what?

You did a bad thing.

What are you talking about?

We've got a bat in the bat cave.

Kiss me, stupid.

- Go, go, go! - Clear!

FBI. Let me see your hands!

Don't move!

You heard him, let's see your hands!

Hands, now!

Thanks for agreeing to meet.

I guess I got the right bench.

No cell phone, right?

No purse.

I like to meet in open places.

I worry about surveillance.

Much harder to pull off in open spaces.

At least, before cell phones.

Hear that?

I'm sorry, I don't.

No planes.

The enormity of it.

Grounding all air traffic all over North America.

We're going to finally open up the airports tomorrow morning.

You'll be hearing about that soon.

Is that what this is about?

Is that why you asked to meet with me?

Mm-hmm.

We caught the guy.

You'll be hearing about that, too.

Computer hacker out of Brooklyn.

What can I do for you?

Flanigan.

William Flanigan.

Assistant United States Attorney.

Nice to meet you.

I think.

We need to convict this fellow.

In an open court.

In full view of the people and the press.

We have to get a guilty verdict,

but the subject matter is pretty technical.

Computers, servers, lines of code.

I need the help of someone who understands how to pick jurors.

And how to talk to them.

I need your company's help, Ms. Morgan.

It's not my company.

It belongs to Dr. Jason Bull.

I know that. But Dr. Bull didn't work for Homeland Security,

you did.

I was hoping I could convince you to convince him.

Yes.

Come on, baby.

Do it for me.

Pop it, baby. Come on.

Yeah.

Okay. Everyone, drop what you're doing.

Big guy has called a company-wide meeting, now.

Come on, man.

I'm dying here.

Chunk. Come on.

You're killing me. I'm so close, man.

I can feel it.

I can smell it.

Come on.

Chunk-a-licious, let's do it.

I hate you.

Sorry, Danny.

I need you to surrender your phone.

You'll get it back at the end of the workday.

Says who?

Dr. Bull.

Well, just be careful with this thing.

My whole life is on this phone.

Hey, mine's in there, too.

Okay.

I'm guessing most of you heard or read

or saw on the news this morning,

the government has captured the man behind the hacking

of our air traffic control system,

which resulted in the near miss of two commercial airliners

earlier this week.

What you didn't see

was my presence at his arraignment this morning.

The United States government has asked me

and, by extension, you,

to lend them our unique talents

to help make sure they can put this man away.

Now, not everyone will be involved.

But if you are, trust me: The FBI will vet you.

Thoroughly.

And whether you are involved or not, you are expressly forbidden

from texting, e-mailing, tweeting or discussing

our involvement with anyone.

Not your parents, not the press, not your priest.

And now, to fill you in on some other security concerns,

our very own Marissa Morgan.

Now, as Dr. Bull just mentioned,

if you do end up being a part of this case,

you are not to communicate

via e-mail, text or any electronic media.

Not even with each other.

Remember, this was an act

perpetrated by people whose business it is

to find you.

And follow you and read whatever digital breadcrumbs

you choose to leave for them.

So we are not going to leave any.

We're writing on pads.

Exchanging ideas via interoffice memos, and...

talking to each other.

We have no idea

if this fellow is working alone or as part of a group,

and until we are sure that there is no one else out there

continuing his dirty work, everything is old-school.

No, Mom, I'm not going to tell my boss

that my mother requires me

to have my phone on me at all times.

All right, I'm hanging up now.

I love you.

Bye.

Holy crap, it's Cable McCrory,

the worst college roommate ever!

Oh, my God.

Oh!

Oh, you owe me so many cigarettes.

So many drinks.

Wow.

In a city of eight million people.

What are the odds?

Malcolm Swift. I'm sure

you've read about him by now. 31.

He's a systems security analyst.

For those of you who don't speak computer,