After Ben dumps coffee on the I.T. guy to gain access to the data dump on the company’s server, he gets dumped on when Vance shows up wanting him to hand over the thumb-drive.
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DAVID JONES: Hey! ‘Sup, Stone?
BEN: I am gonna need like six of these to offset last night.
DAVID JONES: Nice. Hey, super excited to show you our sequence systems.
BEN: I’m excited to nerd out on it. I actually took some computer science in college.
Ben spills coffee on David’s lap.
BEN: Oh! – I’m I’m so I’m so sorry.
DAVID JONES: It’s okay. It’s, uh, not that hot.
BEN: Uh, do you have any paper towels?
DAVID JONES: Uh, no, but I have some gym clothes in the car.
BEN: Dude, I-I’m so sorry.
DAVID JONES: It’s okay. I’ll be right back. Ugh. Ugh.
Super jackpot (and stupid!)
When David leaves Ben unattended in his office, Ben runs a search on the company’s database for “Unified Dynamic Systems farm in New York” and accesses the Singular Projects data dump (over 4 GB) downloading it onto a flashdrive. He sends Saanvi a text message, a follow up to his last text, “Jackpot on SP”. It reads, “Downloading now.”
Ben breaks first rule of corporate espionage
Ben, Ben, Ben. The first rule of corporate espionage is you don’t communicate about the espionage through easily surveilled methods. There’s no excuse for a data security expert (cf. as shown on resume in 103.26) not knowing this, since the data has been easy to wirelessly remove from cell phones for as long as there have been cell phones (that’s since the 90s)… Common sense still applies, when you know you’re being watched, probably by multiple government agencies.
SOURCE: Metacrone at Metawitches.com
The NSA intercepts his text.
POWELL: Want me to send a team?
Scene shifts to the end of Ben’s shift. He is in the lobby of the building walking toward exit when he notices that employees are being checked and scanned with metal detectors at the door. He gets in line, and while waiting puts the thumbnail inside his metal water container.
BEN: Yeah. So, uh, what’s the deal?
RONNIE WILCOX: Ah, just a rando spot check. All the Fortune 500s do it, Rip Van Winkle.
Ben receives a text message from an unknown source. It reads “Walk to your left.” He receives another text, “Now”
RONNIE WILCOX: Gap in the line there, Benmeister.
BEN: You know what? I’m gonna use the head.
He walks down a hall and looks right, and sees Vance.
BEN: What are you doing here?
VANCE: Corporate espionage is a felony, Mr. Stone. Where is it? Shoe? No. Thermos. That’s clever. Thing is, I’m pretty clever too.
BEN: How did you?
BEN: Come on. You don’t understand. This data can get me to the detainees, which might be the only way to protect my son.
VANCE: This is not a negotiation. You can either hand over the flash drive, or you can be under arrest. You’re a math guy. Not much of a calculus.