no. bad guy can't win. it's a morality tale. one way or the other, he's gotta go down. no! noooo!! who are you supposed to be? is that right? how'd you get past my dog? great. what are you selling again? you're fucking up my chi. you're wasting your time. i even touch a computer, i go straight to leavenworth, do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars. whatever i was. i gotta go to work. melissa. holly home? i want to talk with holly. don't do this, mel. it's not good for holly -- mel -- i just want to see my baby. wow, mel, you can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can't take the trailer park out of the girl. larry's the porn king -- your child? she's our child. what are you doing here? judas. look, i'm beginning to lose my sense of humor about -- do me the courtesy of not confusing your own childhood with my daughter's. all the way through the jury trial? a lot. that's it? i'm happy with what i'm wearing. i know. thanks. you buy it? i flew fifteen hundred miles for this meeting, how 'bout we get to the point. i think i heard that. story is he went to jail and the federal carnivore program is back in full swing. it was a real tragedy. what can i do for you? look, i don't have a lot of patience for this -- you know i can't touch that. this is bullshit. i came -- nothing's impossible. something like that. is this an interview? what are you doing? you're kidding. wait. ! so was i. shit! what are you looking at? get away from me. help? help what, squeegee my brain off the ceiling? a test. i don't know why i let you talk me into this. i can't believe how desperate i am. look. i'd do anything to get holly back. but, if i end up in a box or back in jail, then i really can't help her, can i? what i should do, is take my money and go back to court. what i'm thinking about is that you're willing to put a gun to my head to see if i can hack -- tell me what the deal is. do what? i used a logic bomb, dropped it through the trap door -- i used a password sniffer. yes, i did -- i don't know exactly. i see the numbers. in my head. all my life. i don't answer equations, i just see the answers. same with code. i can't explain --- so? what kind of cypher? a vernam's impossible. its key code is destroyed upon implementation. not to mention being a true 128 bit encryption. it's impossible. nothing's impossible. what? i don't know. it's gonna be pretty hard without a gun to my head. i thought you were gabriel's. pretty impressive. the book, ginger. can i borrow your car? there's something i need to do. hey, sweetheart. me too, baby. i brought you something. it's okay, baby. let me give you a ride home. c'mon. you believe in me, right? i've found a way to get you back, sweetheart. it's my one shot and i'm taking it. just give me a couple of days. holly, everything's going to be okay. you just have to trust me. who the fuck are you? shit. yep. vacationing. are you arresting me? then why are we talking? fuck you. you'll have to forgive me, the fact that you put me in jail for 18 months doesn't inspire a lot of trust. i guess we were both doing what we had to. this was a nice trip down memory lane, but if you're not arresting me. i told you -- i'm a sucker for disneyland. tell torvalds i said hello. sorry about your nose. i know. i have to hand it to you, ginger. you look good wearing anything. even a wire. you gonna kill me? i should probably ask you the same question. little accident. sorry about your car. i've had a pretty shitty day so far. looks like it just got worse. who are you, ginger? you can't tell me? well, that's just fuckin' peachy. who are you? that's not my problem, is it? you're asking for a lot of faith here, ging, without givin' me any. you -- -- brought me into this mess -- -- i deserve to know who's playing me, ginger. who the fuck are you? actually. thought maybe you'd like to see me get you your hydra. c'mon. funny. terribly. my senior year at m.i.t., i created the source code for the worm that i've been using for years. in the basement and through a file room is the only p.d.p.-10 still active and on the internet, although only a few people know this. it's an i.t.s. machine and kept online just for historical sake. i hid my worm inside it where no one would ever think to look. now i just have to modify the code. you know, it'd be a lot simpler if you would tell me exactly what the hydra is going to be used for? nope. money that just sorta disappeared. before we can tap into the secure cluster, you have to find one of the banks on the backbone of this network. do you know how many banks there are in the u.s.? it could take years. fuck!! jesus christ! okay. why can't we talk here? fine. what the hell is going on here? how? what are you doing? shit, it's blocked. i am! shit! i'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on. what do you think? i just watched that maniac murder ten men in the street. i'm just fucking great. it doesn't matter if i get my daughter back if i'm dead. even if i do survive this, who's gonna keep me out of jail? you? trust you? two hours ago i found out you're d.e.a. the feds are crawling up my ass and there's a dead body in the basement that looks just like gabriel. your little slush fund is not my problem. i'm pulling the plug on this rodeo. roberts may be an asshole, but he is definitely the lesser of the two evils. you're starting to sound just like him. great. fine. what? hello. why? then let me go. i want to see my daughter. don't bother. i know who you are. like me? you're a murderer. i don't understand why the fuck you're telling me this. i don't care about any of this. all i care about is my daughter. my daughter. so you and your band of lunatics are really stealing all this money to protect me. you're going into the fucking bank. war? who are we at war with? i'm out. i'm not doing this. you're insane. not until i see my daughter. will you let holly go once you have the money? i need the disk. almost done. whoa! what the hell just happened? couple of minutes. which accounts? great. holly! are you okay? it's okay. i love you, baby. i doubt it. shit! run, holly! won't do you any good. the money jumps every 60 seconds from one numbered account to another and will for the next ten years. 'course it wasn't supposed to happen for another six hours. the power surge must have scrambled the internal clock. but, you kill me and you never get a single dollar. you let the hostages go and then i'll tell you where and when you can extract the money. we all walk away, nobody gets hurt. the accounts are encrypted with a 1024 bit cipher. even i can't break through the fire wall. it's my act of god policy. deal? no, don't do this. what are you doing? stop! just let her down. i'll do whatever you want. i'm not doing shit until you bring her down. i'm serious. let her down. now! nooo. you didn't have to kill her. sixty seconds. i need another laptop, logged on! shut up! c'mon, c'mon. i need your account number. let her go. now, goddammit, it's done. let her go! they'll never let you escape. you've gone too far. you'll never get away. even if they have to kill everyone on the bus. how the fuck can you justify all this? no. how about ten innocents? no man has the right to make that decision. you're no different than any other terrorist. what the fu -- i thought we were going to the airport. it can't end like this. you can't get away. are we sure this is gabriel? what about ginger? you can't find her body? disappear. yeah that's me. hero. everything's fine. just making the last of some charitable donations. how about you, almost done? well, let's do it. by the way, where exactly are we going? the petrified forest. scoot over, you. no. why? 96: 107. 108.