The Numbers Station Page #4

one-time notebooks, like pads.

Each page is a new cypher.

When you broadcast something,

the agent matches

up the first set

of numbers to

the page in the notebook.

Now he knows he's

using this page,

and this page only,

to decode the message.

When he's done,

he destroys the page.

So we send another broadcast

to cancel this one.

Every cypher's

a one-time deal.

Totally random.

Completely impossible

to crack the code

unless you have

the original cypher.

That changes with every shift.

So we need the cypher?

Yes, we need that cypher.

seems like we're here

to hurt you,

to kill you, I assure you,

both of you,

that's the

worst-case scenario.

Must have left

the computer running.

It doesn't scare me.

Shut the f*** up!

Back off!

Please. Let me

rephrase that.

You think someone like me

is afraid of being shot?

Back off!

Meredith. This is

between you and I.

The rest of these guys, they don't matter.

This is just you and me.

And a choice.

You're shaking now.

You're getting angry.

You're letting your emotions get

the better of the situation.

The adrenaline is

really kicking in.

But what I know, the reason

that I'm not shaking

is because this is a choice

not dictated by emotion.

This is logic.

Pure, simple.

My boy over there is rated 4th

in the world on the Glock 30.

You know what that means?

What's it mean?

It means I could

shoot you from Texas.

Now, that's, of course, an

exaggeration but the point stands.

He knows what he's doing.

He's a professional.

And you're you.

You've already dropped the gun.

Because this is a choice within a

very strict set of parameters.

Right now you're in control.

What you don't wanna do

is put him in control.

Don't give him the choice.

That way is death.

That way is the unconditional

end to future choice.

That's it.

Good girl.

I know, I know.

It's always a tough

lesson to learn,

to realize that you don't have

the stomach to do what's needed.

Don't kill her.

But you, on the other hand...

Don't! Please, please.

No! Please, please.

David!

Please!

No!

You'll do exactly what we want.

You'll broadcast my

numbers because now

you know every

choice has a consequence.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Try the other zones.

Who's in the basement?

what's down there.

We're clear.

My God.

He only fired two shots.

Oh, my God, it's David.

he was dead. Bled out.

He knew there was

a gun hidden down here.

You still with me?

Yeah, feel nauseous.

Yeah, well, puke

if you have to.

I haven't puked since college.

Keep talking.

Where did you go?

Brown.

Yeah, how long?

Two years.

Before you dropped out, huh?

They're looking for this.

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