Big girl loves it

Son, Lucent Randall.

My handle's Brad.

Call me Brad.

63 computer fraud indictments.

64.

Two convictions.

This is strike three, Mr. Finch.

Wait a second.

You guys aren't here to whack me, are you?

Because I was really, really hoping

that sex before that happened.

I've been told by the FBI, whose data makes you crippled,

that you're the best in the business.

So you're about to be given a choice.

What if I say no?

Excuse me.

Is this really the best we could do?

How many languages do you speak?

Five, actually.

Well, I speak one.

One zero, one zero, zero.

With that, I could steal your money, your secrets,

your sexual fantasies, your whole life.

And a country, a place, a time I want.

We multitask like you breathe.

I've been thinking slow of you.

I try.

Do you have a phone?

Oh, do you?

Hey, hey, hey, just give it to me.

Just give it to me.

It's your phone.

It's your phone.

All right.

Mm-hmm.

Brad.

Mm-hmm.

We got a big problem.

Uh-huh.

A lot of people could die.

We need your help.

Uh-huh.

Information control.

We need you to control the flow of information on the internet.

You dream it.

Nobody can keep up on that.

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