Unthinkable Page #2

Hey, I was just about to call you.

- Do I have a problem?

- With what? What's happened?

Well, there's some guys outside my gate

claiming to be from the FBI.

That's impossible.

Nobody knows where you are.

You don't know anything about this?

No. But I'm on it. I'll get straight back to you.

No, I'll take care of it.

But you need to relocate us immediately.

H, listen to me.

This is my family.

Goddamn it.

We've got 80 suspects down there,

more on the way.

These are a yes, these are a no.

You make it damn clear that it may be

a military facility, but we have custody.

Of course you read them their rights.

What kind of question is that?

Can you hold, please?

Just found out that Younger has an ex-wife

and two small children.

They left the house five days ago,

haven't been seen since.

Put a material witness warrant on her.

She's bound to know something. Find her.

Hey, Mike, I'm gonna have to call you back.

- Brody.

- Special Agent Brody,

my name is Charles Thompson.

I'm connected

with the Defense Intelligence Agency.

I need to discuss with you

a matter of extreme national security.

What do you mean, connected?

- Listen to me.

- How did you get my personal number?

You got a thousand new files today.

I wouldn't know that or your number

if I wasn't for real, right?

I'm not gonna discuss this with you.

Listen to me, please.

A CIA file was sent earlier to you in error.

Name of Henry Humphries. It's a mistake.

He's an extremely dangerous man.

- Please hold.

- No!

- Who is that?

- I don't know. Nobody has this number.

I have a lot of files here.

I know you got the goddamn file!

If you sent people there,

withdraw them immediately.

Do not approach him.

I repeat, you must not approach him.

Can you hold?

- Phillips and Huntley went there.

- Call them.

"Personal information restricted.

This man is armed and dangerous.

"No approach to be made to subject

or family under any circumstances.

"Department heads, contact

Charles Thompson before any other action."

- They're not answering.

- Oh, sh*t.

Okay, I'm on it. D.J., let's go!

That's their car.

- Camera.

- The door is open. Go.

I'm in here.

FBI! Move to the door so I can see you!

Show me your badge.

- Right here.

- Let me see it!

Right here!

Coming out.

You take one more step and I'll shoot.

Oh, please.

- Put the gun down.

- No way.

Not you. Her.

Put it on the mantel. Back away, slowly.

Hands on your head!

- Hands on your head!

- Lower your voice!

Do not frighten my children.

Who the f*** sent you idiots to my house?

- I'm Special Agent Brody.

- Where are my children?

With your wife. They're fine.

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