The probable level of security is very low. But if you guys don't want to take that chance just to keep me out of jail, fine, I understand, I'll do it.
Whistler Well, Bish, I can't speak for the other guys, but I'm in it for the money, I don't care if you go to jail.
Uh... could we maybe just go back to the "they might kill us" part?
Mother, if I thought that was likely to happen, I wouldn't bring this to you. But there is a risk.
Whistler And it pays $175,000!
You guys will be chalk outlines without me. All right, what do we need?
L Liz
[Carl and Whistler try out Jannek's black box and they surprisingly break into some secure mainframes] [upon seeing the data for the Air Traffic Control System]
Oh, my God.
Whistler Cryptography systems are based on mathematical problems so complex they cannot be solved without a key.
L Liz
Jannek figured out a way to solve those problems without the key and he hard-wired it into that chip.
Whistler Want to crash some passenger jets?
I said turn it off. Turn it off. [shuts down computer]
[contemplates]
So, it's a code-breaker.
No, it's The code-breaker. No more secrets. [leaves]
[At the gang's hideout, Crease is on the phone with a contact in the wake of discovering that Jannek was killed the night before]
Don't tell me you can't do it because I know you can. And don't tell me you won't do it because I've got to have it. I need to know, and I need to know now.
Guys, that federal building's been scheduled for demolition since August. Housed the Federal Trade Commission and Department of Agriculture. Been vacant for a month.
[checks out the Yellow Pages]
The NSA never had an office in San Francisco. Their West Coast operations are out of Los Angeles.
[shocked]
Oh, God. Yeah, thanks. [hangs up] Jannek's grant is from the NSA. [throws phone in disgust; to Marty] How could you be so goddamn stupid?!? Two guys show up, say they're government, and you just buy it.
Whistler They probably were government [everybody looks at him] - just not ours.
Everybody pack up whatever you can. This place isn't safe. [gets revolver]
[to Bernard Abbot]
The, uh, young lady with the Uzi, is she single?
Uh, you know, Carl. [sets Carl aside] Carl, this is the brass ring. Now you've got to think bigger thoughts.
I just want her telephone number, that's all. Please?
Hey Abby, how about a lunch? You can chaperon.
BA Bernard Abbot
No, I will not do this. [Male NSA agents smirk]
Hey, Abby, Abby, come on, now the FBI'd give him twins-
NA NSA Agent Mary
Wait a second. You can have anything you want, and you're asking for my phone number?
NA NSA Agent Mary
273-9164. Area code 415.
Thanks. I'm Carl. [offers hand]
NA NSA Agent Mary
[smiles while shaking Carl's hand]
I'm Mary.
A Abbot
I'm going to be sick. Are we done here?
Whistler I want peace on earth and good will toward man.
A Abbot
Oh, this is ridiculous.
Whistler I want peace on earth and goodwill toward men.
A Abbot
We are the United States Government! We don't do that sort of thing.
You're just gonna have to try.
A Abbot
All right, I'll see what I can do.
Whistler Thank you very much. That's all I ask.
