All just chief can't see what's going on. They say the world ends not with a bang, but with a whimper.
They're wrong.
Crip, Mr. Kinross. Our insurance policies are full service, full coverage. We offer health, life, auto, the complete package.
We'd love the opportunity to write your policy. I can have someone over there first thing Tuesday morning to iron out the details. How's that sound?
Great. We'll see you then.
Kelly?
Yes.
Kelly?
Uh, Pennselin, uh, 10 a.m. on the 18th, okay? Sen. Johnson. Or better yet, Megan McKenzie.
What?
Lance, Mr. Strongberg would like to see you in a conference room ASAP.
ASAP?
That's what he said.
Everyone want to see me answer?
My birthday. Congratulations.
Thank you. Thank you very much. You got you.
Thirty-three years old. That makes you a card-carrying member of the average American club.
So what do I owe this honor?
Demographics. We were updating them yesterday.
You're white. You're male. Between the ages of 33 and 39, your income's around $40,000 a year.
Yeah, try less.
You're married, but with a 53% chance of divorce.
Damn, the sex is so good.
Not so good. Your wife only gives it to you 2.5 times a month.
0.5? How's that possible?
Because the health insurance numbers say that you'll start thinking about Viagra this year.
But don't worry, the average Joe is likely to have a dog, so you won't get too lonely.
Thank you so much. Give me a hug.
I know that you're in charge of all of it.
I'm here to see Lance Fisher.
Sir, I'll need to check your bag, please.
Lance, your wife's on line 2.
Hey, babe. Hey, sweetie, let me ask you something.
Do we only have sex 2.5 times a month?
Hell, hey, guess what I want for my birthday. I'll be home soon. I love you.
Anybody hear that? What was it?
It's too late for that now, Mr. Bishop. I'm sparing you the horror.
Sir, I asked you, do you know this woman's name?
Susan. Susan Douglas.
And did the shooter say anything to you?
Bearing me the horror. How did you know my name?
He said your name.
He called me Mr. Bishop.
Had you ever seen this man before?
No, never.
You're sure?
I remember the face. The man who just tried to kill me.
Mr. Bishop, I'm Detective Jordan with Homicide. Can you handle a few questions?
I understand the shooter spoke to you. What did he say?
He told me other guy.
Other guy?
Yeah, he was standing right here.
I'm afraid we're the first ones on the scene.
You know, you might be suffering from shock. I can get a medic to...
No, uh, I just need to go home.
Are you okay? What happened?
I'm not hurt.
Are you okay?
No.
What is it? What is this?
It's not my blood.
Another scene of senseless brutality that's becoming more and more familiar these days.
It was just this afternoon that a lone gunman walked into the offices of the U.S. Insurance Corporation.
There was no warning and no apparent motivation and it opened fire.
Police say one employee was killed. Two others were wounded.
The gunman was shot by a security guard and pronounced dead.
The scene will continue to follow this developing story tonight and tomorrow.
Checking your weather for tonight, we're looking at temperatures.
Lance, it's still your birthday. For another hour. Make a wish.
Happy birthday. You want to talk about it tomorrow?
Much more to say, you know. You almost lost a husband today.
And Susan's kids lost a mother.
Susan. I talked to her at the Christmas party last month.
You probably saw it on the door. You know, he was crazy.
He was a killer.
I don't want to lose you.
You're supposed to grow old and to quip it with me, mister.
You won't mind when I get to be an old fogey and I drool all over you.
You do that now.
I'll let you sleep in. You've been going through so much.
I want you to take good care of yourself, okay?
I wish I could stay here with you, but I'm scheduled to show a couple of houses.
Keep your fingers crossed. If I sell one, we can take a nice, long vacation together.
It'll do you a world of good.
You okay, gunman?
Who else is bleeding?
You know what?
What?
Maybe you better go see a doctor today, okay?
No.
Not it?
No. I just want to stay here. Mind off things.
I just... I hate leaving you here like this.
You, uh, you go.
I need a vacation.
I love you. I'll try to leave early, okay?
Detective, I'm here. Is, uh, everything all right?
Well, okay. Give me an hour.
Change of plans. We're going somewhere else.
What's going on?
Just drive. Are you holding up?
Why are we here?
Let's go for a walk.
I figured under the circumstances you might be comfortable with more privacy.
What circumstances?
Well, I know you with another agency I don't have clearance for.
I need some answers.
I'm not going to tell that woman's family that not only do I not know who her killer is,
but that the shooter's body is gone.
You mean Susan?
Yes, I know.
Shooter used your name.
You told me that yourself.
You know and I know that those guys on the scene weren't ours,
and they removed the bastard's body from my crime scene.
Who are you working with?
You think I had something to do with this?
Look, if you're in some kind of trouble, maybe I can help you.
That guy tried to kill me? I've never seen him before in my life.
Fine. Okay, I don't care who you're with.
C-I-A-D-I-A-N-R-O-N-S-A.
Who the hell knows? All I know is you want to piss somebody off.
What are you talking about?
Really bad for them to try and come after you in broad daylight like this.
Mr. Bishop, I've been a homicide detective for 11 years.
I don't go on hunches. My conclusions come from facts.
Fact. It's never been fired.
I found a wage under your desk. I got a print off of it.
Fact. I tried running it through the FBI.
This guy's file is classified.
Detective Jordan is out of place.
Hey, who the hell are you? How do you know my name?
Meddling in things he doesn't understand.
He's with you, isn't he?
Men who meddle don't live long.
Do you know what a major coronary failure is, Detective Jordan?
It starts when I count to ten.
Because that's how many heartbeats the meddling man has left.
Oh.
One. Okay.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Oh my God.
Eight.
Nine.
Why are you doing this to me?
Ten.
Ah!
What the hell did you do?
Somebody get some help!
I deserved.
Wait. Have you ever had those before?
The voices. Have they been talking to you yet?
Listen to me, Mr. Bishop.
And believe me when I tell you, you are a lab rat.
You are a lab rat.
Inhuman behavioral modification.
Mind control.
Two. One. One.
You've had enough when there's no other explanation that makes us go there.
Ask for my place, then you'll see.
Stop!
She comes home.
Honey?
I got off for a curly so I could check on you.
Who are you talking to?
She can't hear ourselves.
Nobody?
Oh, your nose is bleeding again.
Okay, I'm gonna hang up my coat.
The gun isn't closeted.
Here, I'll get that.
Come on.
Let's get you cleaned up, all right?
Let's go, sweetie.
Tell me about your horrible day.
Better?
Lance?
What are you doing?
Checking the water.
Something's wrong with it?
Maybe.
I don't know until I check.
Lance, what happened today?
I don't think I...
No.
No, don't start doing that.
We promised.
No secrets ever.
Do you remember?
Having weird thoughts, Karen.
What kind of thoughts?
Voices.
I'm hearing voices.
They're trying to make...
No fair telling.
Honey? Honey?
When I figure it out.
I had to go you.
I had to stop things before they get out of hand.
No, Mr. Bishop.
Closet.
Hey, pocket.
Hey, dollars, make sure you get it back.
This ain't your world, pocket.
It's still your mind in there.
You understand?
Your nose is bleeding.
Constantine always said...
It's a bad sign.
Don't worry.
We're safe in here.
Copper's shielding.
Shielding?
Shielding from what?
You don't know.
Then maybe you'd best be leaving.
Constantine's dead.
Dead?
Friends call me a...
Well, where'd you...
Friends always said that nothing is as it seemed.
He showed me how the world really works.
Nosebleed doesn't mean that maybe you need to see it too.
A man burned hours and hours of this stuff.
Sometimes he'd talk about it.
Sometimes he didn't.
I didn't always know what he meant.
But I do know he was on to something.
Mr. Bishop.
Lance Bishop.
May I make this quick, Mr. Bishop?
Constantine said it was like diving into the deep waters.
Welcome to the belly of the beast.
The sharks in these waters swallow you whole.
My name is Trevor Constantine.
I'm a... or was a psychologist working for the military.
I had to quit.
I had no choice.
Not when I realized what I was part of.
The American people have been kept in the dark about the true scientific progress in this country.
Technologies of mass control exist that the public would never dream of.
I know.
Because I helped develop them.
They call it psychotronic warfare.
It's a research program dealing with mind control.
Bastards have finally decoded the human brain.
Every emotion we have.
Every thought that we experience.
They produce evoked potentials.
Little electrical impulses firing in the brain.
These spooks have developed a weapon that can lock on to those impulses.
Read them and then control them remotely.
They can control everything a person does.
And so they get you.
The spooks have developed a technology called synthetic telepathy.
They beam a frequency at you.
And let your skeleton conduct the voices like an antenna.
Sounds like ghosts inside of you.
They've targeted individuals for experimentation.
I'll see you in the ring the hallway.
God only knows what they're going to make these people do.
I am talking about the manipulation of human behavior.
Our emotions are just electrical patterns on a computer.
And they can transmit new ones to us.
Whatever they want us to feel, we'll feel.
And I found out where they're getting these patterns from.
That's why I moved in here.
You can't study the sharks if you don't get in the water.
Locking on target.
They're using the ghetto like in a laboratory.
Reaching on raw human existence.
Recording every miserable emotion for some god forsaken data bank.
That they can beam back at the rest of us.
I'm behind my back.
They've implanted transmitters into the brains of these people.
They can record the best and worst of their hellish existence.
When the transmitters are full, they come into a sweep.
Where they take the full transmitter,
replace it with a blank one, and start all over again.
These people never even know it hit them.
Domestic black ops.
Illegal as hell.
This isn't the elected government.
This is the national security empire, man.
Darth Vader is the 21st century here.
I damn well want to see you.
You tating liar.
The constant team used to let us hide out in here.
Protect our emotions.
See they ain't going to take my rage.
Recording emotions?
Yeah dig it.
They don't think of us as people, man.
To them we're just ghetto trasps wallowing in our own garbage.
But he tried to kill me.
He said I was part of an experiment.
Maybe he knew you were having thoughts.
You know, thoughts they took from us.
Or maybe he was just doing you a favor.
I'm getting closer.
I think his name is Bishop.
I don't know if I can get him in time.
He's their next target.
He cannot be allowed to fail.
Hey.
Hold up.
Trevor lined his hats with copper fiber.
Supposed to block out the frequencies.
It's your only armor.
Who are you people?
Congratulations.
You understand the truth.
Makes the ending more interesting.
Not if I find you first.
You've all changed the plan.
You're going to kill your wife, remember?
I assure you it's not vain.
Your performance will greatly enhance our understanding of the limits
to which people can be pushed.
I won't do it.
By all means, resist.
This is a test after all but one we predict you will fail.
We call this one the Devil's Choir.
A combination of emotional resonance is carefully blended for them.
Violent impulse.
Yes, sir.
What can I do for you?
You can start by taking me seriously.
Okay.
I'm being targeted.
My psychotronic frequency of bombardment.
Well, I wouldn't know anything about that, sir.
They're beaming things at my head.
What? Well...
You're going to show me how I can prove that.
Well, if I was the one being targeted, as you say,
I'd try one of these.
Any of those beams might interfere with the reception.
You mean like static?
Yes, sir.
Oh, here.
This is not a robbery.
It's not a robbery.
Karen, are you here?
I'm being harassed.
You saved the nature of your emergency, Mr. Bishop.
I didn't tell you my name.
Who is this?
Mr. Bishop, there is nowhere left to run.
There is nowhere left to hide.
What do you want from me?
The experiment.
What kind of sick bastards are you?
Pragmatist, Mr. Bishop.
If we didn't invent the technology, somebody else would.
You're simply helping us tame the genie, so to speak.
I won't shoot my wife.
That remains to be seen.
I won't do it.
I won't do it.
You hear me?
I know you're there.
You people.
You saved us one long.
No, you came home at midnight to talk about it.
Come on.
Just like you're saying the same thing, over and over,
bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop.
Oh, Lance, I didn't move over a few years ago.
You got to see this one.
What is this?
The whole place is crawling.
What is this?
Lance.
Lance, what are you doing?
Lying control tests.
Like a chronic warfare.
I've seen it.
What are you talking about, huh?
You hear that? You hear that?
It's not safe for you to be here.
Okay, just explain to me what you're talking about.
You got to get out of here.
I want to understand, Lance, okay?
I really do.
I've been hearing freaky stuff.
Our voices, they're targeting us.
We can get you help, okay?
These voices, these voices in my head,
they're telling me to kill.
Which is, just let me help you, okay?
I'm going to clean up this cut before it gets infected.
Nope.
It's time this tragedy ended, Mr. Bishop.
The devil's choir is doing a hard call.
Clean it up and everything's going to be okay.
It's okay.
What are you saying?
What are you saying?
Don't make me do it.
Don't make me do it.
Don't make me do it.
Do what, baby? What?
Now load it.
You're going.
Lance.
Wait.
You think I run away?
You couldn't do it?
It happened again.
You could've gone away.
Let it down.
Control, this is Medusa.
Subject has been compromised.
You failed the test.
You're one of them.
Marriage guarantees proper emotional attachment,
at least until you pull the trigger.
You'll never know.
Sir, the director's on the line for you.
Put him on the box.
Return to staging.
Good evening, director.
I trust things are in order.
The test was a success.
It seems that the resolve of a man is no stronger
than the neurons firing in his brain.
What is your status?
There are increased signs of stress in his cerebral cortex,
some alpha spikes, but otherwise,
his brain tissue remains healthy.
How long term side effects?
Wack-a-wave.
Not that we can see.
And that would hold true for everyone.
Well, it should.
Technology's quite harmless.
Yes, sir. Absolutely.
I would agree. Excellent.
Well, Medusa, the objective is very pleased
with your performance.
I'm glad he's pleased.
And I'm glad it's over.
He's ordered you to remain with Mr. Bishop.
Why? The objective has been achieved.
Well, before we can commence phase two,
we have to understand phase one.
Does the subject have memory recall?
Is he aware of what happened?
And if so, will he submit?
When you start phase two, what happens then?
Well, we will expand from individuals
to a larger population.
And you will receive a new assignment then.
This is Medusa.
Go ahead, Medusa.
I'm in place.
What are you doing?
It's a Saturday. Go back to sleep.
I never sleep late.
You give me a break for once.
I remember.
Okay, what is it this time?
I still feel it.
What, the dream again?
No, but it was violent.
I had a gun. I had a gun.
And it was a gunshot clear as day.
Right over here.
I was holding a gun.
I don't know why, but I was holding a gun.
I was waving it around.
I was screaming and...
Have you been taking your pills, Lance?
Come on.
What pills?
Come in here.
The doctor said if you don't keep taking these pills,
things are going to get worse.
Doctor?
Yes. Yes, Lance.
Your doctor?
The same doctor you've been seeing every week
since the shooting in your office?
You know the stuff in your head, the voices?
How do you know about the voices?
Post-traumatic shock.
You keep living the same day over and over again.
I'm with the shotgun, isn't it?
Take your pills, please.
Please.
What's his brainwave say?
Anxiety and confusion.
He's trying to access his deeper memory matrices.
Oh, 800 hours.
Subject Bishop has regained consciousness,
and we will attempt to keep him in a state of impaired recollection
while monitoring his responses.
Neurotransceiver taken from subject number 115.
An 18-year-old female drug addict.
The brainwave pattern indicates lengthy periods of depression.
Apathyne lists this.
We will now synchronize Mr. Bishop's pattern to it
and monitor his behavior.
1600 hours, subject Bishop has been pacified.
Lance, you okay?
Let me put some music on. It might help you relax.
No, please don't.
What is it?
For my dream, you know,
it's like someone's stopping me.
They're good. They're not perfect.
What's he saying?
Can't tell. He's speaking too low.
Are you still hearing those voices?
You could say that.
Lance, you're scaring me.
What are you talking about?
I hate to sit here and stare at them.
It's just in your dream.
The subject's sexual response seems normal.
You don't need to know.
There's nothing you can do.
I can die trying.
So much for foreplay.
Ever a real moment.
Only in your mind.
That was the point.
I did it before. I can do it again.
Killing gets easier as you go.
He pulled.
His brain waves.
Memory traces are returning.
Well, this is Alpha Unit.
Go ahead, Alpha Unit.
Who is it?
Answer it.
You're for Lance, Bishop.
What do you want?
Lance.
Hey, man, how you doing?
That gun?
It's just me.
I got to, uh, I got to study in Constantine's stuff.
Do I know you?
Mine, Lauren.
Are you okay?
No, I wish.
She took it.
Mr. Bishop, by now I thought you would have grasped the idea that your entire life
is controlled by things that you can't see.
Your mind, your body, and now your heart.
You see, there's an electric impulse that tells your heart when to beat.
And I can tell it when to stop, which in your case will be very soon.
Remember your damn hat.
The zero exposure, people. No traces.
We were never here.
The director wants to speak with you.
Good evening, director.
And he's taking choice of words.
I understand you've had some trite.
Yes, sir.
We've lost Mr. Bishop.
He's regained memory of the event.
Unexpected.
And unfortunate.
In light of this anomaly, perhaps we should delay phase two?
On the contrary, this anomaly will be taken care of.
Stood?
Yes, sir.
I understand.
We're moving forward.
And we've been called in.
You OK?
Yeah.
You?
Yeah.
Yeah.
So what was going down at your home?
Apparently there isn't enough evil in the world,
so my wife invented a new flavor.
Really a part of it?
Whatever it is.
See, that's what I was trying to find you before.
There's more to Constantine's notion you saw.
I guess there's a phase two on the way.
Two?
Because one wasn't enough?
I guess she was a dry run.
Mass behavioral modification.
I don't get it.
Neither did I.
I couldn't figure it out either, man.
And then I looked up cell phone towers.
Major power transmission network.
There's one on every block.
Pole City.
Phase two is now operational.
Signal strength is optimal.
We have 22% coverage.
Gentlemen, you are witnesses to the future.
22% of the city is now under our control.
Every conceivable human emotion has been recorded and cataloged.
We've started out slowly,
broadcasting a waveform for apathy and boredom,
but we will expand.
In the future, we hope to test its effectiveness
on worker productivity, the crime rate,
perhaps even the next election.
As for resistance, phase one has ruled that out.
We are virtually invisible.
We exist so the general population doesn't have to.
Constantine said they've been doing this kind of thing for decades.
LSD fed to U.S. Army soldiers.
Brainwashing experiments.
They're just a bunch of guinea pigs to these people.
Excuse me, Miss.
What do you think about babies with AIDS?
Would you like some more coffee?
No, but I'd like to come back after work and rape you.
How about a little quickie out back?
It's a free country.
Think so?
I suppose I knocked that out of your hand
and pulled out the U.S. Constitution
and wiped the floor with it.
How would that strike you?
I'd better get some more juice.
I show these sons of bitches that the guinea pigs can bite back.
Your mission was marriage for over a year.
You were close to your target.
How often were you intimate?
We've been here all night.
I'm tired.
I'm hungry.
I have answered your questions.
Please answer them again.
My target remained a target.
But never a husband.
Him?
Are you kidding?
Perhaps you feel remorse for the target.
An echo of affection.
A lingering memory of sexual gratification, perhaps.
An intimacy you still crave from your love making.
The only gratification is when a mission is accomplished.
Yet the target escaped.
Does that gratify you?
Not in the least.
Cold as a fish.
Very well, Medusa.
You're free to get up now.
There's one other matter we need to discuss.
The results of your medical exam.
The director has expressed some concern.
Is that going to be a problem?
No.
I'll take care of it.
Downey Heights.
A low-income neighborhood we've selected for our first test.
We will be sending out a signal for hostility and rage.
The usual emotions associated with the poverty level existence.
We've planned a scenario similar to the Los Angeles riots of 1992.
What's this?
It's the same thing that Constantine would have used.
See? It was made out of copper wire.
You pull them apart and you use them to line the hats.
Who the fuck?
You sure you want to go through this?
Hey, look around here. We don't do something to stop this.
Who knows what's next?
This ain't exactly the suburbs.
Your plan is pretty thin. It's going to be hard to get cooperation.
Especially with all this, I'll still leave them beaming down on us.
And this neighborhood is all a different kind of enemy.
I know I live here.
That's what I have you for, man.
Come on. Let's get this a shark.
Whoa.
I can get you.
Bye-hi.
Hold on. This is really hot.
Easy, boys. Easy, guys.
Right out there.
Easy.
Easy.
Look in the back.
Yeah. Yeah.
Damn.
Those with dead men, you hear me?
After me and my pre-take, what's yours?
I'm going to rip you apart.
Look at that.
Come on, man. You ready?
It's working.
It's working.
What the hell's going on, man?
Relax. You're okay.
You're being manipulated with psychotronic brain and trainment technology.
What did you do to us?
Not us.
I don't have time to explain.
If we don't stop, we're all going to be dead.
Yo, what the hell's that supposed to mean?
What my friend here is trying to say,
that if y'all are looking for another ass to kick, all right,
we'll point you in the right direction.
Whatever you want to do, whatever you need to do.
But if you don't do something, you'll never be able to think for yourself.
You pick your battles.
Reports of violence in the area have surged 80%
just in the last three hours.
While outside of Downey Heights,
the seas remain calm.
Our precision is surgical.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
My compliments on your escape.
Is this your idea of a brave new world?
This is the promise of a better one,
and you've helped create.
So did you, Karen, or Medusa, or whatever the hell your name is.
Is this the world you want to live in?
If it's a burden, we would be happy to relieve you of it.
You don't own us.
We got a trace on the call. Local pay for it.
Punch it up.
Oh, on the contrary, Mr. Bishop, that's one of our surprises.
Give me an override in the area.
I'm taking control of frequency.
You can stop running now, Mr. Bishop.
You can stop running, Mr. Bishop.
There's no place to hide.
There's nowhere to hide.
You're not a hero, Mr. Bishop.
You're not a hero, Mr. Bishop.
You're just an average man.
You're just an average man.
Search the crowd. I want him cornered.
Yes, sir. Evoking anchor protectors now.
Everything is under control.
Everything is under control.
I think we've got their attention.
And maybe what do we need to deal with?
You don't want to catch the big one.
Gotta chum the waters.
Hey, where they're at it?
They're fleeing eastbound.
Scramble the team.
I'll need an insertion squad. At least six men.
Your services won't be required.
I'm going to handle this myself.
I don't understand.
He's already escaped from you once.
Twice would raise questions.
And I've already answered all the questions.
Not all of them.
I've seen your medical exam.
I'm gonna take care of that.
Good.
And when you do, here's your next assignment.
You will befriend the target in the usual manner,
seduce him as necessary
to ensure the proper emotional bonds have been forged,
and we will expect marriage within six months.
This was supposed to be my last domestic op.
And when you succeed, it will be.
Remember, gentlemen, this man is a threat.
Evil force has been authorized.
Control, this is field team kilo.
We are going in.
Go!
I've been sitting here,
watching your new world take shape
when it finally dawned on me,
your little secret,
that the devil doesn't exist anymore,
because you and your people have taken his place.
Here's my little secret.
That's what I'm talking about, dog.
Yeah, yeah.
As long as I live,
I'm gonna have that voice in my head.
Your voice.
Well, now you're gonna listen to mine.
You're gonna tell me everything you know,
or I'm gonna let my posse have their way with you.
Go ahead.
First things first.
We found your toys.
You're a student of pain, right?
Let's study this.
Subject number 33, lived upstairs.
Oh, kidney failure.
How about this one?
Subject number 12, she lives down the hall.
Her boyfriend beats the crap out of her every night.
Now, you're gonna tell me
what hole you and your people have been hiding in.
I lost my wife to Kim over a year ago.
I watched her waste away
while the cancer ate her alive,
took her away from me.
While you pains!
Feel it!
The day that she called for death to take her away
when the skin was falling from her bones!
Let me hear you cry when she was crying!
Let me hear you cry, dammit!
Cry!
Show me where they're hiding.
Tell me who's in charge, or I won't stop next time.
So, uh, you ever get them to talk?
Oh, yeah.
They've been running things out of the Veterans Hospital.
It's a perfect place for brain research.
So the lunatics are finally taking over.
It's gonna be pretty well defended.
We're not gonna be able to fight our way in there.
What do we do? When do we do it?
Well, what's the quickest way to get into an asylum?
Oh, man.
You are crazy.
That's why they have to let me in as a patient.
How?
We let them have me.
We let them think they won.
That'll give you and the posse enough time to take your part.
What?
Take out as many of those towers as you can.
And then what?
A Trojan horse against these people?
It's certifiable.
Can't beat them. They're too big.
No matter how many hats you buy.
You'll never know.
Then get on your radio and tell them you had an accident.
You had a struggle, Wals, of doing the enemy.
You need backup.
If I call for backup, you and your posse will suffer the consequences.
You just saw for yourself how easy it was to get them to follow you to certain death.
Like the sheep that they are?
You are no different than we are.
Well, that's where you're wrong.
They chose to follow me.
The choice is the difference.
Now get on the radio.
You have ten heartbeats left to do it.
Do it!
In kilo, we've captured the target.
And we're requesting emergency extraction.
I'll see you in hell.
I'm ready.
That's right, brother.
Mr. Bishop.
Sit.
In exactly 30 minutes, the director has ordered me to present your corpse.
A decision has to be made.
It's a decision you have to make.
Your decision will probably be to kill me.
But I need you to listen to me first.
Started with the program.
To help with all the craziness in the world.
We were supposed to eliminate war and terrorism without any casualties.
All the experimenting and testing.
It was too tempting to play God.
I know you can hear me.
Maybe the pawn of the devil?
It has its advantages.
I could get you close enough.
The choice is yours.
What you ever do is no good reason why I shouldn't send you to the devil right now.
And one day, I will tell him how I betrayed his father
and drove him to the edge of his sanity.
And maybe one day he'll forgive me.
And maybe in another lifetime, his father will too.
I don't want our child growing up in hell.
This is a restricted area now.
It's all right. Medusa.
Authorization 46798.
Bringing the body to the morgue.
All right, go on.
We've got company.
Change of plans.
Medusa, you've come early.
Betrayal is like that.
One moment, loyalties are clear.
And the next, true agenda is even clearer.
It's the world we live in.
What world is that?
World of deception.
Deception is paramount.
Our enemies knew where we were.
We would be vulnerable.
Maybe they're tired of the lies.
Sick of destroying what's good in the world.
Maybe you've underestimated your enemies.
People like you, you never shed your own blood.
I'm going to give you your chance now.
You call off this riot or you start to bleed.
Bravo.
Husband rises above his rage to defend the wife who betrayed him.
The wife breaks their oath of allegiance to defend their unborn child.
You both pass the test.
Government can only function when it understands those it governs.
Do its citizens, when so violently deprived of their freedom,
possess the will to regain it?
Or has their apathy become so great they are ambivalent?
Those who control them.
We're human beings.
We're not your pawns.
You are what you allow yourself to do.
I never gave you my mind.
People have surrendered their mind.
We know because we've watched them.
We are simply transferring ownership to those of us who know what to do with it.
You can kill us, but people will know.
They will find you and they will destroy you.
That's precisely the point.
We are patient, waiting for the day when the people no longer have the will to be free.
Tomorrow, an average American, not unlike yourself, Mr. Bishop,
will marry the love of his life.
And the test will begin again.
I wonder, will he pass?
I once thought the devil was dead because our enemies killed him and took his job.
Well, I discovered the real secret.
They've set their sights on God.
It makes you wonder what gets into people's heads sometimes.
It seems they just snap and at least expect it.
It's a crazy world.
Yeah.
Goodnight, dear.
Goodnight, hon.
See you in the morning.
It's part of our plan.
