Visibility's next to nil.
I'm not gonna end up in the bay, am I?
You're okay. You're in the pipe. Continue your descent.
Be on target in 2 minutes, 42 seconds.
God, I hate it when you lurk.
Job came through. Thought you'd find it intriguing.
It's gonna have to wait a little while.
- What, do you have a date? - Name's Julia, met her at the bookstore.
Uh-huh. It's a snatch-and-grab rescue.
Rescue's time-sensitive with a technical extraction.
Understand, Winston, she wasn't trying to kill me.
I wasn't pulling her out of a burning building/automobile.
I wasn't seeing her on the worst day of her life.
She's just a nice girl, likes to read. She thinks I'm funny.
Anyway, the rescue's time-sensitive with a highly technical extraction.
Winston, don't do this. Don't belittle this.
There is a life-work balance that needs to be respected.
And here's the kicker about this particular rescue.
It involves a break-in at the headquarters of Sentronics.
Sentronics headquarters?
Intrigued?
We've had some horrendous ideas in the past together...
...but we may have outdone ourselves.
Oh, Martin Gleason, you better be worth all this damn trouble.
Martin Gleason, the subject of our rescue...
...is the lead engineer for Sentronics' weapons development division.
Sentronics is keeping their top engineer prisoner in their corporate headquarters?
Yeah, pretty much.
Martin's dad just got a very interesting letter.
Okay.
Correspondence out of Sentronics is screened for sensitive information.
Martin used this to send--
Morse code. Small words dots, long words dashes. I'm impressed.
Top of his class at MIT, MacArthur genius at 29.
"Won't let me leave. Kozinski murdered. I'm next. Send help."
Who's Kozinski?
Matt Kozinski, colleague of Martin's. Or was.
- Died of a heart attack at 38. - Martin thinks otherwise.
Yeah. And he really believes he's next.
What about the police?
Unless it's a matter of national security...
...Sentronics is beyond the reach of the law.
- He's still a U.S. citizen. - Running a top-secret program...
...for the military's largest supplier. Come on, you know the drill.
No personal e-mail, phone, 24/7 surveillance. He's theirs.
This stinks.
Kid sucked into a situation like that and taken advantage of...
...pushed around because they can.
Don't look at me. This isn't about what I went through.
This is about Martin.
So how does one go about breaking into Sentronics headquarters?
Okay, 1 minute, 41 seconds.
You're gonna have to make adjustments to hit the bull's-eye.
No worries.
Wait. Hang on a second.
Where have you been? You were to be here an hour ago.
Got a lead on some artwork I thought you might be interested in.
Oh, no. This is different than the photo we have here.
- Where'd you get this? - You don't wanna know.
Unlike the one you found, that one's up-to-date and it's accurate.
Chance, we have a problem.
Breaking in is virtually impossible. Blueprints for the building don't exist.
National security code classifies them as top secret.
Best I could do is a look inside the lobby entrance.
They got motion-tracking cameras...
...thermal heat sensors and terahertz scanners at the door.
Go ahead. Next.
Oh, yeah, not to mention the armed guards.
I'm not talking about mall cops. These guys are ex-military.
They're well-trained and well-armed.
Nobody gets in that building without it knowing about it.
Okay. How are we gonna do this?
Well, I was thinking.
- Remember that bank job in Jakarta? - Yeah.
You can't walk in without being noticed.
The higher up you go, the looser security gets.
One glaring blind spot on the roof.
Right. Satellite photo shows no security cameras on the roof.
All you gotta do is stick the landing, get inside that access door, you're in.
Problem? What kind of problem?
That thing about no camera on the roof?
- Yeah. - There's a camera on the roof.
- Excuse me? - Photo isn't up-to-date.
I just got a recent one. Believe me, there is definitely a camera on the roof.
If there's only one camera, then there has to be a blind spot.
How much room have I got?
Uh, a ledge about 2 feet, northeast corner of the building.
And if I don't hit that ledge?
Alarms, guns. You know, bad things.
Okay, 2 feet. I can do that.
- All right, I made it. - Whew.
Alert. Rooftop Camera 3238 is inoperative.
Send up Timmons now.
Got a frayed video feed on 3238.
But the roof is clear. Over.
- On target, heading in. - All right, listen.
Now remember, the signal jammers...
...make it impossible to communicate once you get in there.
It'll be radio silence from here on out. And do me a favor, would you?
- What's that? - Don't get dead.
I'll do my best.
See you on the ground.
I don't know. I don't know. Mm!
Just for the sake of argument. Don't judge. Just an idea.
What if we were to add another overspend device?
No, no, no. You're right, you're right. It's not working.
Retinal scan required.
Is, uh, there a problem?
Oh, no. I just forgot my, uh...
Um, can I help you?
Act natural, Martin. Pretend like everything's normal.
- Who are you? - I'm Christopher Chance.
Your father hired me to get you out.
Don't look at me. They're watching us.
Layla?
I ask my father for help and he sends a janitor?
- What'd you expect? - I don't know. FBI, platoon of Marines.
Any idea how difficult it was getting in?
I'll spare you the details. It was no picnic.
If there's something one person could do to escape this place...
...I feel like I would have thought of it by now, okay? Thank you.
Um, what are you doing?
Thirty-one stories up.
It's about 350 feet. Wind's blowing out of the east at 30 knots.
Wait, is that a parachute?
You're not serious.
Oh, my God, you are serious.
How's Gleason?
Martin? Going stir-crazy.
The security restrictions you put him on are starting to get to him.
Martin's the most valuable commodity in this building.
The closer he gets to finishing...
...the more enticing a target he'll be out in the world.
Martin, you're starting to freak out. Calm down a little bit.
Well, I don't think it's very reasonable to ask...
...a sane human being to jump out of a building...
...and expect him to remain calm.
Fair enough. Tell me how you get into this mess in the first place?
Oh, okay.
Right. A few months ago, there was a hospital collapse in Mandalay, Burma.
121 people died. The regime suspected they'd been harboring rebels.
Of course, they denied any involvement, claimed it was an accident.
But I knew they lied, because I knew there was a weapon involved.
- How? - Because I built it. It's a plasma cannon.
Kozinski and I went to Vivian Cox.
We wanted to know how our enemies got ahold of our weapon, right?
Two days later Kozinski dropped dead.
- But you're still alive. - Yeah, well.
There is a $4 billion project sitting downstairs that she needs me to finish.
I tried to leave, you know. They told me I had to stay put for my own protection.
So they shut down my badge, cut off communication.
I've been a prisoner here ever since.
You still did your work.
Yeah, well, I figured it would buy me some time...
...figure out a way to call for help.
Well, help is here. Have a seat.
You might wanna cover your ears, though.
Mr. Kreese, we've got a problem.
Here, put this on.
Send guards up there now. But tell them not to hurt Martin.
We've got a code four on Level 31, possible intruder in the building.
No.
Get more men up there. Lock down everything above the 15th floor.
Level two security, Room 3101.
The chute's toast.
- Looks like we go to plan B. - What's, uh--?
My God. What's plan B?
- The stairs. - The stairs?
You don't seem to get it, okay?
This place is like one giant mousetrap, all right?
They've got electromagnetic locks, cameras on every angle.
- Martin. - What? What?
You ever consider decaf?
- Secure the south opening. - Got it.
What is that?
Please tell me that's too small to be a body.
Oh, man, this whole thing just got a lot more complicated.
"Sentronics weapons used on Burmese hospital, 121 dead.
Martin knows too much. Guards are on to us.
Gotta do this the hard way."
Deploy everyone on duty up to 29, 30, and 31.
I want both men in my possession within the hour.
There's something about that janitor. He got to Martin way too easily.
Give me an image from the cam in Martin's office.
His face is blocked in every shot.
He knows exactly what he's doing.
Yeah.
Well, so do I.
Clean up that image.
I wanna know who he is.
The computer is pixelating his image. It shouldn't be long now.
Wait a minute. We just lost a camera on 30.
And we just lost 29 too. Where is he taking Martin?
28, 29 and 30 are scheduled to house the naval warfare unit.
They're just finishing construction. Video's spotty.
He's buying time.
Bring up thermal imaging.
Initiate a fire drill, all floors.
Monitor every exit.
Set off the alarm to clear the building. These are thermal-imaging sensors.
There's about 30 floors between us and the entrance. No stairs, no elevator.
We're gonna be the only warm bodies they can't account for.
The system is airtight. It cannot be beaten.
We shut it down. Gotta be an off switch.
Ha, off switch?
This is a state-of-the-art facility housing top-secret national security projects.
We can't even-- I mean, there's no...
What?
You know, there actually might be an off switch.
We have an intruder. We're running an ID...
...but he's taken out multiple guards and is attempting to escape with Gleason.
How the hell did you let this happen?
I warned you. Martin is just as dangerous as Kozinski.
Kozinski was a troublemaker.
Martin is smarter than that. He'll come around.
Then let me ask you something, Vivian.
Willing to bet the company on that?
I already have.
I need him in one piece. This intruder is our problem. Solve it.
Fire exit, this way.
Stay calm and walk to your exits.
The project Vivian is keeping me alive to finish...
...is a high-powered directional microwave.
Aim it at a mountain and the waves pass through the rock.
- Just cooks everything inside. - Exactly.
Now, it's kind of a mess still, but if I can hot-wire it...
...I might be able to figure a way to fire a low-level burst...
...into the security system's hardware and fry the whole thing.
So where is this weapon?
Uh, well, that's kind of a-- It's in the Black Room.
I think I can ID our intruder now.
I'm gonna run his image through FBI and Interpol databases.
If Martin was gonna blow the whistle off this...
..."Sentronics selling weapons to dictators" thing...
- ...no wonder they want him dead. - Like Jakarta all over again.
Yeah, which means we gotta find another way to get him out.
I think the two of us are gonna have to pull an Aunt Linda.
- Aunt Linda? - Yeah, an Aunt Linda.
You know, call in the cavalry?
Calling in the cavalry's an Uncle Dan. Unless inclement weather's a factor...
- ...then you call it a Boston Cooler. - Whatever.
Martin's father said that the feds told him...
...they can go in on a matter of national security.
- Right. - Well, we're gonna make it one.
It's working.
Insulation is masking our heat signature.
Floor 29 clear. Moving to 30.
Not many ways to disappear from thermal scan.
Sooner or later, they're gonna figure out where we are.
- We should get moving. - Okay.
Building evacuation complete.
Wait a second. They're gone.
Gone? They have to be somewhere.
I mean, the only people left are guards.
The secured floors are evacuated, exits are covered.
I don't know where he's taking Martin. They're not upstairs and didn't get out.
So, what are you saying? They just disappeared?
So is this the way to the Black Room?
It's 13 floors down. You want to go all that way through the vents?
Well, I wanted to jump out the window, but thems are the breaks, my friend.
Great.
I know how to play this game, dude.
You?
I'm not so sure.
I was a cop for 20 years. I think I know how this works.
As long as they respect my jurisdiction, you'll be fine.
Okay, this is the plan.
Go in, you give the tip that Sentronics is selling weapons to Burma.
The feds raid the building to check it out...
...Chance and Martin walk out in one piece.
I ever tell you how much I hate prison?
- Would you put those back on? - Let me cut to the chase.
I hate it quite a bit.
If this plan goes south and I even end up stepping foot into a prison cell...
...I mean, for even an instant, dude...
...I swear to God, my mission in life will be to--
Yeah, yeah, I get it.
Put the cuffs on.
Look, you're in local custody.
We do this, I'll walk you right back out the front door when we're done.
Thank you.
- Detective Butler? - Yes. Yes, I am.
- Agent Fouts. - Nice to meet you.
Come on.
I got two humans giving off heat in this building...
...but the thermal scan can't see them.
How the hell do you make a heat signature go away?
The vents.
They're insulated, aren't they?
Pull up a schematic.
All insulated heating ducts in the building.
And open the access grates.
There's a trunk line up ahead. That should lead us to the Black Room.
You all right?
- Come on. - What, jump?
Yeah. It's not as bad as it looks.
I'm not gonna lie to you. This is not ideal but we don't have a choice.
Ha. No. No, no, no. I can't. It's--
You can do it. Just wind up and do it.
Don't think too much.
Great moments in peer pressure: "Don't think too much."
Okay. Okay. Don't think too much. Don't think too much.
Martin. Come on.
All right. Here we go.
Whew. Wish me luck.
Come on.
- Did you see that? What I just did? - Yeah.
That was awesome. Right?
- You gonna puke? - I might.
- I'm good. - All right.
- Let's go. - Yeah.
Northwest quadrant, corridor 6-D and up...
...put men in the vents and flush them out.
Through 7000 feet of venting?
Your men could never search that area fast enough.
What are you suggesting?
Sit here and wait for them to come out on their own?
- Pull up thermal diagnostics. - Yes, ma'am.
The insulation in those ducts may be masking their signature...
...but they're still giving off heat. Every time they pass over a room...
...it'll cause a rise in the ambient temperature.
Climate diagnostics.
All areas, all zones, chart temperature data.
Identify any room that is above average. Begin now.
Climate diagnostics activated. Stand by.
You've got information...
...about some illegal arms transactions going on at Sentronics.
I do. Uh...
Buyer came to me looking for artillery you can't quite get on the open market.
You know, the stuff that doesn't officially exist.
Punchline is this...
...this buyer draws a paycheck from the government of--
Burma.
Yeah, we know about the plasma cannon sale.
You know?
Then what about--?
It's no secret Sentronics is into things they shouldn't.
No one's gonna open an investigation without something tangible.
I'm talking about photos of Vivian Cox playing golf with the devil.
Hearsay testimony from some street-level informant...
...that's not even close.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry, sir.
Wow, that worked like a charm.
Pull the plug, dude.
What about Chance? The only way we get him out is to try and get the feds in.
Pull the plug or I will.
Well, here it is, the Black Room.
Tell me the good news.
There's only one camera, outside the vent there.
The alarm system, laser sensors over every inch of the floor.
Anything comes in contact with it, security's alerted.
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking I'm going to need your cell phone.
- Please? - Okay.
Uh, Layla?
Uh, never mind.
I'm coming down. Whoa, easy, easy.
- Got you. - I'm stuck. No.
Whoa.
- I'm okay. - You're leaking.
- What? - Your pocket.
Oh, crap.
You brought a fish?
Yeah. Well, they destroyed her fish tank.
She's been with me for over a year. Didn't seem right to leave her.
- She has a name, doesn't she? - What? No.
Doesn't have a name. Heh. She's a fish. She doesn't...
It's Meredith.
Well, there's the weapon. And we are...
How you gonna get to it without setting off the floor alarm? Whoa.
Oh, uh, you, uh, realize that if you fall...?
Martin?
Okay, sorry.
You're all right.
Wait.
They're in the Black Room.
Ten men, everything we've got.
- No one touches Martin. - Miss Cox, we're playing past that now.
Level two security to the Black Room. Intruder located.
You, you.
Watch your two. Eyes up.
Copy that. We're on our way.
How far were you from finishing this thing?
I've been stalling but a week, maybe two.
You got 10 minutes.
Here, hold this.
You are about to become an engineer.
We'll take 3.
We need to talk.
I told you it would come to this.
Martin Gleason is the future of this company...
...so save the smugness and give me some options here.
Options? Your options are simple.
Protect the company or lose it.
Do what you have to.
I'll be in my office. Let me know when you're done.
That was Department of Defense.
My orders are to detain your suspect until transferred for interrogation.
Defense? How the hell do they even know about this?
That's what happens when you go digging around Sentronics.
Bureau's taking custody. Paperwork within the hour.
Wait a second. This guy is my informant.
You're just gonna snatch him out from under me?
- I still got a case to make. - I'm sorry, this comes from way above.
Unless he comes up with something tangible, it's out of my hands.
You want something tangible? I'll give you something tangible.
- Yeah? What's that? - Yeah, what is that?
- You know about Burma. - Yeah, I do.
Do you know about the kidnapping?
Dude, the Burmese were so happy with their purchase...
...they decided to cut out the middle man. They hired a merc.
He's breaking into Sentronics to kidnap Martin Gleason.
- Is that a fact? - Yeah.
And when did this happen?
It's happening. Today.
Right now, dude.
Stairs.
Take the mezzanine. On three.
You know what's funny? When I first started here...
...Vivian used to bug me about staying too late, you know, but I never got it.
This work, it's fun for me.
Even after this started, I found myself daydreaming...
...about solving her design problems. Isn't that crazy?
I just couldn't stop doing the work for her.
That's what bosses like her do.
Take somebody who's exceptional at something...
...give them an identity, give them a purpose...
...use it to manipulate them and they pervert what they were good at.
I had a boss like that once.
Really? You mean, "lock you in a building and try to kill you" kind of boss?
Well, less the first part, more the second.
So, what'd you do?
Ran, changed my name, started again.
Huh.
- What? - No. Nothing.
I just can't imagine a guy like you running from anybody.
You never met my old boss.
The outer door. They must know we're here.
We gotta get this up and running now.
Okay. Okay.
Activate the fire-suppression system in the Black Room.
What?
You heard me.
But it's toxic. It'll kill Martin.
There are currently two men upstairs...
...trying to sabotage a weapon that could save lives.
Why are they doing it? I don't know.
I don't need to know.
Our job, your job, is to protect that weapon.
Now activate it.
- No. - Excuse me?
Fine.
Then I will.
Activating fire suppression in 10 seconds.
How much time till they break through that door?
Five, 10 minutes.
We got less time, a lot less time.
Control room. This is Kreese.
Mr. Kreese. This is Agent Fouts, San Francisco office of the FBI.
I've received a tip that your security may have been compromised today.
Someone's gonna kidnap Martin Gleason.
Is that a fact?
Yeah. I know it sounds far-fetched. The source is a little iffy.
But since you had a fire alarm earlier today, I gotta ask.
Is there anything going on that we should know about?
No, not a thing.
Fire suppression, 10 percent.
Tighten this up. Tighten this up Press that down right there.
Twenty percent.
Warning. Approaching toxic levels in 20 seconds.
Okay. Okay, I think I got it.
I just need to flip this switch here...
...and once I do, either this will shut down the entire building...
...or it'll explode in our faces and kill us both.
What also could happen--
All channels, this is comm. Respond if you copy.
Do we have anything?
We've got a couple of backup servers, a phone line or two, a ruggedized laptop.
Other than that, nothing.
Got off the phone with the head of security at Sentronics.
He's not aware of any kidnapper inside the building.
But halfway through our conversation, I lost the connection.
I tried it again and then I was handed this.
It's a Homeland Security alert.
Sentronics headquarters just went dark.
And I've been authorized to find out why.
Looks like your tip just paid off.
He's all yours.
Man, let's get the hell out of here.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
I thought you said this guy was dangerous.
So am I.
Okay, it worked.
No more heat sensors, no more locks.
We have a fighting chance if we get out.
Great. And that's the only way out.
What are we gonna do?
That wouldn't be a plasma cannon, by any chance, would it?
Whoa.
Get in there.
- Couldn't we just take the stairs? - It's already covered. Step in.
- Step into what? - Step into this loop.
- What? - Come on, step in.
Uh, you know what? I don't think this is a good idea.
- You can do it. - No, I'm a lot heavier than I look.
- I'm thick. - All right. You'll be fine.
- Look, stop. - Stop.
- Go. - Go.
- Stop. Go. Okay. - Stop. Go.
I can't do it. No. Aah!
Okay. Okay. Wait, wait, explain something.
Down, again? Okay, wait, I think I--
It stings. Stings.
Don't look down, don't look. You're okay, you're okay, you're okay.
You're sure this is safe?
I'm okay. I'm okay.
I'm not okay.
What do I do now?
Wait, no. What are you doing?
See you at the bottom.
Ow! Chance?
It's all good, Martin. Come on down.
Okay. Okay. Here.
Will you take, uh, Meredith?
Okay.
Ow. Whoa.
Thanks.
- You okay? Thought I was stuck. - Yeah.
B-4 leader, do you read? - Blue team leader, we're in position.
There's more of them?
We can't just walk out there.
Not yet.
What's that?
I'm good.
FBI. Hands up. Freeze!
- Stay where you are. - No problem.
Don't move.
You Martin Gleason?
Yeah, I am. Yes.
Is this the guy who tried to kidnap you?
- Uh, wait, what? - Yes. That's him.
He also destroyed billions of dollars of taxpayer-funded property.
- I am so glad you're safe, Martin. - No, listen, that's--
That's not-- She held me up there for weeks.
She killed one of my coworkers. For what it's worth...
...I can prove she is selling technology to our enemies.
I hired him to spring me loose.
Look, I don't know what's going on here...
...but until I get some answers, you're both coming with me.
Put them in separate cars, Kearns. We'll sort it all out downtown.
Is there--? Do you have a blanket? It's really cold.
Kearns, what's your 20?
Get in here now. Fouts is looking for you and he's pissed.
Yes, sir. I'll be right there.
- Ha, ha. An Aunt Linda. - Calling in the cavalry's an Uncle Dan.
Calling the cavalry is Aunt Linda. I don't even know who Uncle Dan is.
You talk to Guerrero about this?
What did I say?
I should have helped you sooner.
- I'm sorry. - That's okay. Thanks.
- Who are you? - Layla.
Um, NiteOwl.
I'm the person who's been watching your every move the past three months.
- Wait, you're NiteOwl? - Yeah.
I thought you were, like, a big, fat, sweaty guy with a ponytail.
- Nope. - No.
Oh, um, this is for Meredith.
- Oh, wow, thank you. - Yeah.
Just keeping her warm.
Heh-heh-heh. - Uh...
- Ha. Thank you. - Heh, heh.
I'm Martin.
I know.
Oh, okay, yeah. Ha. Of course.
I just heard from that Sentronics security tech, Layla.
She wanted us to know that she helped the company run an ID scan on you.
- Yeah? What'd she find? - Not much.
Dead profile of yours, not a lot of info. But that's not what's bothering me.
When your profile came up, an e-mail was generated spontaneously...
...alerting someone out there that you'd been spotted. Sort of like a signal flare.
Who'd it signal?
See, that's where it gets weird. See, I tried tracing the signal...
...but it was bounced off nine servers across three different continents...
...exactly the way you taught me how to hide a signal like that.
I mean, exactly.
Weird, huh?
Give me a minute, guys.
All right, what the hell's going on?
You heard me.
There's a guy out there been looking for Chance for a while.
Just got one step closer, I guess.
Who?
His old boss.