Cypher (2002) Script

Planning a vacation, Mr. Sullivan?

No. No. Just - just some reading to pass the time.

Step ahead, Mr. Sullivan.

You're expected in Room 102. Down the hall and to the right.

Thank you.

What is your name? Um- Morgan Sullivan.

Where were you born? Madison, Wisconsin.

Are you a spy? No.

Are you an undercover operator for Sunways Systems?


Were you paid by Sunways Systems to steal data from Digicorp Technologies?


Have you ever worked at any capacities at Sunways Systems?


This is a technology firm, Mr. Sullivan.

If we choose to employ you as an agent of Digicorp, you will spy on other corporations, inform us of their business plans, research programs, and counter-intelligence operations.

Thus far, your determination has been very impressive.

Well, if there is anything more I can tell you about myself, anything that has not been already checked by Digicorp.

Your personal records are fine. You've passed our neuro-graph five times.

I'll take the test again if you'd like me to.

You've been married four years.

You live in a respectable neighbourhood.

You've always had stable jobs.

You have an excellent credit history.

No drug habits. No drinking problems.

You don't smoke? No.

No other vices to speak of?

Is there anything else we should know about you?

Well -- It might have taken me quite a while to get to this point, Mr. Finster, but now that I'm here, I'm going to make the most of it.

This is who I am

and this is what I want to do.

The stakes in this line of work are very high.

Yes, I understand.

It will be like nothing you've ever done before.

Oh, I'm prepared for that.

You will be sent to conventions across the country.

You will record the speeches.

That's been made very clear.

You'll have to deceive other people about what you do for a living.

Yes. Even your own wife.


You don't mind lying to your wife?


No, I don't mind.

That was a good one. Move on ahead to the next station.

Hello, Mr. Sullivan. Hello.

Keep it out of view until the convention speeches actually start.

Press the back notch.

You see the flash? It's now on.

Press it again. It's now off.

Easy, isn't it?

And the transmissions are really clear?

Within fifty yards.

Just keep up front for good reception.

Where do the signals go?

Up to our satellite systems, then back down to our data banks.

I guess the speeches must be pretty important.

The speeches are not your concern, Mr. Sullivan.

Just do your job.

Follow our instructions, nothing else. Do you understand?

Yes, Mr. Finster.


Jack Thursby? That's what you'll be called from now on.

As far as Digicorp concerns, Morgan Sullivan doesn't exist.

We've never met him. We never will.

What's he like? Pardon?

What's his personality?

He's whoever you want him to be.

Buffalo? Why do they need you to go all the way to Buffalo?

They want me to tutor them on that spreadsheet software I was using at my last job.

And you'll be paid freelance for this?

Sure. Independent contract.

You know, if things work out, there could be more trips down the road.

I thought we agreed you weren't going back to work yet.

Not until that position at my father's firm opened up.

I can do this in the meantime, can't I?

I really need you at home right now, Morgan, with me being so busy with the Williams case.

It's only temporary, honey. I won't be gone for long.


After the convention, you will confirm the transmission on your returning flight.


Do you remember the location of the briefcase?

Uh, yes.

Good luck, Mr. Thursby. We're counting on you.

Thank you.

I left it in the stall.

Something to drink, sir?

I'll have a ginger ale.

Actually, I'll have a scotch. Scotch?

Hmm. Single malt.

On the rocks. Yes, sir.

Welcome to Buffalo, Mr. Thursby.

This is our new mascara line.

It's hypoallergenic and it's vitamin enriched. - Really? Mr-

Fred Garfield. Hi. Hi. Jack Thursby.

Fairway Fragrance. Where are they located exactly?

Uh Tulsa. Tulsa, Oklahoma.

You don't say? I've got family from Tulsa.

You don't have much of an accent.

I didn't grow up there. Oh, where did you grow up?

I said, where'd you grow up? South Pacific.

I'm sorry, where? The South Pacific Islands.

The Tuamotu Archipelago. French Polynesia. Tahiti. Papeete.

Wow. That's pretty unusual.

Yeah, I plan to go back there someday when I retire.

Water, sir?

Thanks. Well, see you around, Jack.

Sure thing, Fred.

The conference room will be open in five minutes.

Good morning, everyone.

My name is Robert Tuttle. I'll be your first speaker.

I will first discuss shaving cream distribution outlets in North American markets.

Let me begin by acknowledging what has become axiomatic in the field of shaving cream distribution.

Mainly that shaving cream, indeed almost all personal hygiene products for men, is what we call fashion resistant.

The overwhelming majority of shaving cream users will adopt a brand and remain loyal to it.

It is especially interesting to note, the difference in methods used to penetrate that market.

Because these two methods employed by the respective companies really illustrates the essential strategic choice that faces-

The Mediterranean. Yes.

The Mediterranean is beautiful, of course; but if it's real sailing you want, I recommend the Sunda Islands in the Banda Sea. I was there on a trip last spring.

Your cigarettes, sir. Thank you very much.

Hmm, Cohibas, my favourite brand. Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you.

Would you excuse me?

Good evening, sir. What'll it be?

Give me a scotch. Single malt, on the rocks.

You got it.

Haven't we seen each other before?

You'll have to come up with something more original than that.

I'm here for the convention.

That's fascinating.

You're in marketing, right? Uh-uh. Sales.

Is there a difference? What about you?

I do health inspections of hotel restaurants.

That sounds interesting. No, it doesn't.

Do you have an answer for everything? Yes.

Rita Foster.

Jack Thursby.

So what do you do besides travel to dull cities and talk to women in hotel bars?

I- - uh- play golf. Are you any good?

No. Honesty. I like that.

What else do you like?

No commitments. No bullshit.

And no rings. No rings?

You might want to take yours off?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll leave you alone now.

Your transmission came through, Mr. Thursby.

The signal was clear.

I can do something else on my next trip.

I think I'm ready to handle a bigger assignment.

We'll be sending you to Omaha next Wednesday.


You'll perform the same job that you did in Buffalo.

Omaha? Why can't they find someone in Omaha?

Why do they need to fly you all the way out there? It doesn't make sense.


Morgan, are you listening to me?

Since when did you ever care about golf?

You're not going on this trip, Morgan. I'm sorry.

What do you mean, I'm not going?

My father wants you to come to his office tomorrow.

Getting a position with his company is more important than a silly freelance job.

I said I'd go.

You're not going, Morgan. End of discussion.

You're staying here. I'll call my father tonight and we'll-

Tell your father to go fuck himself.

What did you just say? Say you're sorry, Morgan!


If you don't apologize, I want you out of this house.

Morgan! Are you listening to me?

What in God's name has gotten into you.

Since when did you start smoking? Morgan!

Morgan, what's going on? I think I deserve an explanation.

Your scotch, Mr. Thursby.

Turn around slowly, please.

What is your transmission device?

I thought you were a health inspector.

I'll ask you again: what is your transmission device?

The pen, in my jacket pocket.

Do not turn the pen on.


When you're inside the convention room, keep the pen turn off.

Do not send the transmission to Digicorp.

If you tell Digicorp you met me, they'll kill you.

Take two every six hours, it will get rid of the nightmares you've been having.

Your headaches will go away, too, and the pain in the back of your neck.

How do you know that I'm having nightmares?

We'll be in touch in Boise.

What will they do if I don't turn on my pen?

Just remember who you are. You are Morgan Sullivan. You are not Jack Thursby.


Good morning, everyone. I'm Alex Chen. I'll be your first speaker.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to address the controversy that's been raging around new techniques in the preparation of process cheese.

Now at the risk of oversimplifying the question facing the average manufacturer of process cheese is this:

Given an increased consumer prejudice against chemical additives, how do we stem the tide away from natural or organic based products and instil in the cheese buyer.

I'm glad to hear that there were no problems at the convention, Mr. Thursby.

I'll call down to the lab to make sure the transmission went through.

Excellent work, Mr. Thursby.

Thank you.

Your transmission came through perfectly, just as clear as the last time.

I want you to take another trip. Boise, Idaho.


We scheduled a connecting flight for you to board when you landed.

You won't have time to go home. That's not a problem, is it?

No. No problem.

Room 1493, Mr. Thursby.

The convention room will be open in an hour.

Thank you.

Mr. Thursby! One last thing: the first letter from each word is the phone number to call her.

Hello, Mr. Sullivan.

You dialled a special number that can't be traced or monitored.

Now, listen carefully.

Take the service elevator at the end of the hall down to the basement level.

You'll be clear for the next five minutes.

Wait a minute, wait!

Keep moving.

Roll up your sleeve, please. We don't have much time.

Are you insane? You're not sticking that into me!

He has medical training, Mr. Sullivan.

I don't care if he's a fucking brain surgeon!

You're not gonna drug me.

We're undrugging you.

The shot will block out the Digicorp narcotic.


The chemical they're putting in your bloodstream at every convention.

Do you normally drink something inside the convention room?

Mineral water.

The drug is tasteless and odourless. You wouldn't have known.

Did you take the pills I gave you?

Had the noises in your head started to go away?

And the recurring dreams? Jesus, what is this?

W-w-why didn't Digicorp check my transmission in Omaha?

There was no transmission in Omaha.

Or in Buffalo. Or anywhere else.

Why do they send me to these conventions?

The conventions are charades. Charades?

You and the other convention guests all work for Digicorp. You're all spies.

You're given phoney assignments, phoney identities.

You think your pen is a transmitting device, another guest thinks it's his tie clip or her watch.

The whole thing is just a ploy to keep you all distracted, to not realize what's really going on.

What is really going on?

If you want answers, take the shot.

When you're inside the room, act as you always act.

Order the mineral water. Drink it.

Don't make them suspicious.

The shot we gave you should protect you.

It should protect? What'd you mean? What if it doesn't?

Listen to me carefully.

Whatever happens in that room, show no reaction, no emotion, no surprise.

No matter what you see, do not move.

What will I see?

Who sent you? A friend.

I don't have any friends.

When will I see you again? Soon.

I promise.

There are several points of interest here. First of all, the fact, that by an impressive margin, new home purchases took most of the brunt of that decline.

By this I mean that sales of older homes are done on an individual basis where there's considerably more room for negotiation.

Therefore, in those sales we're more likely to find that the official rise in mortgage rates has been offset somewhat by the ...rates of return on high tech investment, which led to a surge in business capital spending and significantly increased the underlying growth rate of productivity.

The capitalization of these higher than expected returns boosted equity prices generally beyond even that expected by the enhanced rise in real incomes.

The elevated level of light vehicle sales, for example, has put more vehicles on the road than the industry could sustain.

And even though demand for the number of high tech products was doubling or tripling annually, in many cases new supply was coming on ever faster.

Overall capacity in high tech manufacturing industries rose nearly 50 percent last year, well in excess of its rapid rate of increase.

Accordingly the slowdown in the economy that began in the middle of last year intensified, perhaps even to the point of growth stalling out around the turn of the year.

As the economy slowed, equity prices fell, especially in the high tech sector, where previous high evaluations were being re-evaluated, resulting in significant losses in some investors.

Clearly some slowing in the pace of spending was necessary, if the economy was to progress along balanced and sustainable growth.

With the process likely to intensify with the rise in the cost of energy that has strained business and household purchasing power, purchases of durable goods and investment in capital equipment declined in the fourth quarter.

Because the slowdown was not anticipated by business, it induced some backup in inventories, despite more advanced technologies...

Inventory sales ratios rose only moderately, and even after the policy actions taken in January, the risk continue skewed toward the economies remaining on a path inconsistent with satisfactory economic performance.

Crucial to the assessment of the outlook and the understanding of recent policy options, is the role of the technological change in productivity in shaping near-term transcyclical forces as well as long term sustainable growth, perceptible for sustaining slow advances in quality...

Just a reflex.

...Managers appear to be more generally sanguine about the potential for innovation.

You are not Morgan Sullivan. You are Jack Thursby. You are not married to Amy Sullivan.

Your wife is Diane Thursby.

Your wife is Diane Thursby.

You live in Redmond, Washington.

Accordingly to foster financial conditions, the federal reserve has quickened the pace of adjustment for its policy, and in conclusion, a cautious approach is always the best strategy.

Thank you for your attention.

Excuse me, do you have the time?

The time? Your watch? Yeah, it's 3:30.

Already? Gosh, the last speech just flew by.


Did you enjoy it?

Oh, yeah. Very much.


It's for you.

Digicorp will approach you at the airport. Tell them you are Jack Thursby.

Tell them you've never heard of Morgan Sullivan.

Make them think you're brainwashed.

If you're exposed, they'll kill you.

What happened back there?

You're feeling the side effects of the neutralizing agent in your system.

Don't worry. You'll be fine.

Mr. Sullivan. There's been a change of plans, Mr. Sullivan.

You need to come to Digicorp's local office right away.

Mr. Sullivan?

Mr. Sullivan?

Are you all right?

I think you're mistaken. My name isn't Sullivan.

You're not Morgan Sullivan?

You don't work for Digicorp? No. My name is Thursby. Jack Thursby.

I think you're looking for somebody else.

I'm sorry, Mr. Thursby. My mistake.

That's okay.

Hello, sir. How are you?

I just need to see your boarding pass, please. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Excuse me. No problem.

Your turn. There's not much hot water left. Sorry.

Could you make dinner a half hour earlier tonight?


I wrote down a list of errands I need you to do today.


Your car keys are in the foyer next to your briefcase, right where you left them.

Planning a trip?

Just some reading to pass the time.

You're expected in reception, Mr. Thursby.

Down the hall and to the left.

What's your name? Jack Thursby.

My name's Frank Callaway. I'm head of security for Sunways Systems.

According to your neuro-graph, you're lying.

You're lying when you say that your name is Jack Thursby.

You're lying when you say that you are not an undercover agent.

You are lying when you say that you do not work for Digicorp.

And I cannot tell you how happy that makes us.

No way. I am not going back to that house.

You are in a unique position here, Morgan.

Digicorp thinks that you're brainwashed as Jack Thursby.

They think that you passed our neuro-graph and they want us to hire you as one of our agents.

I don't care what they want.

Your counter intelligence work for Sunways will be very simple.

Digicorp will never suspect that you're working for us.

So they won't watch you too closely while you're in the house.

All you have to do is to place one bug in each room.

You don't fucking understand. I'm going home. I'm going to my real home.

Your real home is gone, Morgan.

What are you talking about?

Your wife put your house up for sale.

Her lawyer has been trying to contact you for the last few days.

She filed for divorce three days ago.

I'm sorry, Morgan.

Look, Morgan, I know this is hard. I want to see Rita.

Who? Rita Foster.

She pulled me out of the brainwashing. No, Morgan. You cannot see her.

Why not? She works for you. She does not work for us.

But you sent her to find me at the hotels, right?


But you know who she works for?

Who does she work for?

She works for Sebastian Rooks. Who's Sebastian Rooks?

Sebastian Rooks is a freelance operative who we hired to find out how Digicorp was getting their agents past our neuro-graph.

Then we asked him to send us an agent who wasn't brainwashed.

He delivered you.

He's the best in the business, but he's also very dangerous and very ruthless.

I advise you to stay away from him.

Stay away from him and her.

Look, we are offering you a very good deal here.

When your work for us is finished, we'll give you a new identity and a new home, somewhere very far away and safe from Digicorp.

I'm sorry, Mr. Callaway, but you'll have to find someone else for your job.

You won't last long out there.

Anywhere you go outside this complex, Digicorp will have agents watching you.

If you try to run, if you behave like Morgan Sullivan instead of Jack Thursby, they will eliminate you.

Quick. Efficient. Ruthless.

You're fortunate, Morgan. If we hadn't interrupted the brainwashing process you'd be like the other convention guests: programmed with a new identity and sent to companies across the globe, disposed of when you're no more useful to Digicorp.

You have a chance to fight back.

So, are you ready to be a spy, Morgan?

I'm gonna get some more broccoli.

Phone lines are tapped.

We've got visual in all the rooms.

There they are in the dining room.

The salt shaker gives a nice angle, doesn't it?

Very well. He believes he's Jack Thursby.

He believes I'm his wife. He's adjusted to this house.

Who's she talking to? Digicorp agents.

She's giving them a report on you.

He spends much of his time indoors.

Of course he has no friends and he has little contact with the outside world.

We've got the internet lines tapped too.

Excellent work, Morgan. Excellent.

My God.

My life is the same as it ever was.

That's because Digicorp monitored your old life and then duplicated it.

It helps ease the transition of becoming another person.

That's not who I am anymore.

I I smoke cigarettes.

I like to drink scotch.

I play golf.

I'm not supposed to live in the suburbs.

I'm not supposed to be like that.

I'm sorry if you're disappointed, Morgan.

But that is your vision of Jack Thursby.

It's not Digicorp's.

Can you guys clean up the camera reception in that hallway?

Yes, Jamison?

This isn't Jamison. It's Morgan Sullivan. Bitch.

What do you want, Mr. Sullivan? I need your help.

I want to hire Sebastian Rooks.

Are you still there? Goodbye, Mr. Sullivan.

I'll pay him for his service. He doesn't work for individuals.

Ask him to make an exception.

I'll do whatever it takes. You're on your own, I'm sorry.

No. No!

Listen, you gotta help me. There's nothing I can-

You gotta help me, please.

You said I could trust you. I believed you when you said that.

Meet me at the carwash at Fourth and Jefferson in three hours.

Morgan! We'll be sending you on your first assignment next week.

Our surveillance of your house has already paid off.

We know exactly what sort of data Digicorp is trying to steal from us.

So tonight you will say that you're going out of town on a business trip.

Now, you know how to tell her that, right?

Morgan? Yes.

You will stick to the script, Morgan.

You won't try anything risky, do you understand me?

Sebastian Rooks has agreed to help you.

When does he want to meet me? Not yet. He's in the car behind us.

How much money does Rooks want? He's not interested in your money.

It's your situation. He thinks he can use it to his advantage.

How? I'll be in touch with you in Wichita.


That's where Sunways will be sending you for your last assignment.

How do you know that? They haven't even told me.

Rooks knows. He knows everything.

Can I trust Rooks? I can't give you guarantees.

But he has the resources to provide you with a new life, a new identity.

It's your choice, Mr. Sullivan.

What do I have to do?

Sunways will send you on a series of assignments.

You'll receive a courier disk on each trip.

Digicorp agents will be following you wherever you do.

Let them, that's what Sunways wants.

At each destination you'll be met by a Sunways contact.

They'll download data onto your disk.

Digicorp's agents will assume you're receiving valuable information.

As you travel to more cities, collect more data, and complete more assignments, your agent status will rise.

Digicorp will then assume you have become one of Sunways top company men.


Each disk you bring home will seem more important than the last.

As they copy the Sunways files, Digicorp will think they have won a major victory against their greatest rival.

In reality, Digicorp is the loser.

Sunways is feeding them corrupt data that will sabotage their operations.

But make no mistake, Mr. Sullivan.

Sunways is just as ruthless as Digicorp.

Once this operation is complete, they will eliminate you.

Rooks will protect you.

Please. You can trust me.

We're sending you to Kansas. Wichita.

It's almost over, Morgan.

After this trip to the vault, your work for us will be finished.

The vault? It's our data warehouse.

It's completely isolated from the outside world, but we send in agent couriers if we need to retrieve or add a file.

You will be our next courier.

And Digicorp will they have hit the mother lode.

Shh! We need to keep our voices down. Switch this disk with the one in your briefcase, before you go to the vault. Take off your ring.

What? Your ring.

This is a tracking device. We'll know your precise location at all times.

Does this mean we can see each other again?

I pick you up after you leave the vault, deliver you to Rooks.

I mean, after that? We can never see each other again.

It would compromise your identity.

I'm never getting out of this, am I?

500 Horse Creek Road, please.

I know where to go.

Settle down, Mr. Sullivan. We have a long ride ahead of us.

You don't have to pretend to be Thursby.

I know you're not brainwashed.

I know that Sunways has been using you as a double agent against Digicorp.

Are you going to kill me?

Not if you turn your loyalties to me instead of Sebastian Rooks. Oh, yeah. I know that you work for him.

As a matter of fact, we both do. I'm Rooks' inside source at Digicorp.

His what? He paid me to hire you so you could be his pawn once you were sent off to Sunways.

You didn't think I hired you because I was impressed by you, did you?

It's a good plan, really.

Rooks knew that you'd end up here in Kansas on the way to the Sunways vault.

He knew he could convince you to switch their disk with his.

That was his scheme from the very start. It's not possible.

Rooks' disk contains a search program.

It penetrates the vault's secure network and quietly steal a data file without triggering any alarms.

What data file?

Who knows? But if Rooks has gone through all this trouble to get it, it must be extremely valuable.

The plan was foolproof.

Except for one factor he failed to consider: me.

What do you want?

When you come out of the vault, deliver the disk to me, not Rooks.

I've been loyal to Digicorp all along.

Why should I trust you or Digicorp?

Because we'll let you live and Rooks won't. It's as simple as that.

No one sees his face and lives to tell about it.

No one sees his face?

He's a deep cover operative. A Yuri in cyberspace.

He's a phantom. Companies hire him without actually knowing who he is.

If they did, they'd kill him.

The moment you give that disk to Rooks is the moment he eliminates you.

There's only one person Rooks trusts with his identity:

Rita Foster, his lover.

She's completely loyal to him. No one else.

I'm the only person you can trust now.

I'll be nearby when you come out.

Just in case we get separated.

No charge for the ride.

Good evening, Mr. Thursby.

My name's Virgil Dunn.

Welcome to the vault.

Your first time?

Hope you didn't have a big dinner.

Step ahead, please.

Now that we know you are bug free, I can call you by your real name, Morgan.

Dunn, Virgil C.

I need your disk now, please.

Good, good.

Digicorp will cream in their pants when they copy the bogus data that I just cooked up for them.

You wouldn't believe the number of times they tried to jack into the systems down here.

Have they ever succeeded? Hell, no.

This place is tighter than a nun's asshole.

Uh, snort while we wait?


I distilled it myself down here. One of my little hobbies to pass the time.

Thanks. Here's to the information agent.

I used to be an agent like you once.

I was the best mole spotter in the business.

You put me in a room with a possible double agent, let me ask him a couple of questions, and I could tell you right there whether he was a spy or not.

That was before Sunways sent me down here. That was three years ago.

What happened? Those fucking machines is what happened.

They said the neuro-graphs were 100% accurate, but I wasn't.

That a really good spy, a really good liar, could trick me every time.

It's bullshit, I told them.

But they wouldn't listen.

You see, there are things that only a person can know about another person, Mr. Sullivan, things that a machine could never pick up.

For example, let me ask you a couple of questions.

Excuse me?

What is your favourite drink? Go ahead. Answer. I just want to prove my point.

What is your favourite drink?

Er, scotch, single malt, on the rocks.

You're telling the truth.

Are you married? Yes, I am.

Truth again. See, you're very very easy to read.

Now Are you in love with your wife?

Yes. There, you just lied. Am I right?

Yes, I lied.

It's more than just questions, however.

For instance, I'm sensing a kind of tension in you.

It's been evident ever since I put your disk in my computer.

Now why would that be? We both know the disk is from Sunways.

That's nothing that should make you uneasy.

One last question, all right? Sure.

Are you a double agent?

Where's Mr. Dunn?

He decided to stay in his office.

Right. You can go ahead, Mr. Sullivan. Thank you.

Open the door!

Emergency crews are on their way.

For your safety, please remain inside the elevator.

For your safety, please remain inside the elevator.

Emergency crews are on their way.

For your safety, please remain inside the elevator.



I told you I'd know where you'd be.

Is this Rooks? I can take the disk now.

Jamison, one of our operatives. Rooks is back at the hotel.

He's looking forward to seeing you.

The car's waiting downstairs. Call me when you get to the lab.

This is where Rooks lives? For now. He moves around a lot.

But you know where he is at all times? We have a special relationship.

Your assignment is nearly finished, Mr. Sullivan.

I'll be back in a moment.


It's Morgan Sullivan. Sullivan! What happened to you?

I'm in the penthouse suite of an old building. I don't know where it is.

We're tracing the call. We'll be there shortly. Where's Rooks?

I'm just about to meet him. Get off the phone before he sees you.

He will kill you, understand? Hold on to the disk. We're on our way.

Don't come any closer. Put the gun down, Mr. Sullivan.

I'll break it. You come any further, I'll break it.

I gave you the Sunways disk. This one is yours. The one Rooks wants.


You really don't want to do that. You used me. You and Rooks.

You used me from the very start. Wait, let me explain.

No. Finster already explained everything.

When did you talk to Finster? He's on his way. I just called him.

If Rooks wants this disk before Finster arrives, you better unlock that door and let me go.

Listen to me. Sebastian Rooks is not the person you think he is.

Sebastian Rooks is a ruthless spy and so are you. No, you're wrong. He's-

I know about you.

I know about the two of you. I know about your special relationship.

Please, just hear me out. I-

I don't want to hear any more lies! I don't want to hear any more lies!

God! I can't believe I thought you actually cared about me.

I can't believe I was such a fool. I do care about you.

No, no.

Just go see Rooks. It'll be okay.

Hurry. Find him.

I tried stopping you, but you insisted.

You said it was the only way to steal the data from the vault.

Welcome home, Mr. Rooks.

Come on. Finster will be here any minute.

No, no. No more lies. You can't trick me anymore.

Listen to me. You are not Morgan Sullivan.

You created him out of your own imagination.

Your life in the suburbs, your miserable marriage-- Your wife, Amy, was one of your own operatives playing a part you assigned her.

The more you fight the truth, the more it'll hurt.

It's not possible.

You used the same brainwashing technique Digicorp uses.

You were the one who sold them the technology to begin with.

This makes no sense! It makes perfect sense!

By turning yourself into Morgan Sullivan was the only way you could pass Digicorp's neuro-graph.

It was the only way you could get hired to be their spy and get sent to Sunways.

Why would anyone do this? For this.

What's on it? I was hoping you could tell me.

You don't know?

I've put a lot of faith into this assignment.

Clear! Freeze! Don't move!

Sunways Security! Identify yourself! Digicorp Security!

You're following me, Callaway? I'm here for Rooks, not you.

That's who I am here for.

You've flown this before? No, never.

You know how to fly it. You designed it.

I don't know what to do. Sebastian Rooks knows.

I can't remember Sebastian Rooks! You remembered that you loved me.

Just think.

We're out.

Did you get a look at him? Did you see Rooks' face?

Just Morgan Sullivan, our pawn.

Jesus! He's Rooks.

Is it what you want?


Yes. It's you.

The file in the vault was erased. And this is the only copy.

Now there's no copy at all.