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(PEOPLE CHATTING IN DISTANCE)
(KEY TURNING)
This call will be recorded under a proper agreement.
Can I confirm you understand this?
Yes.
Recording in progress.
Please say your full name and age - for the record. - Kyle Andrew Peters.
I'm 19.
Thank you.
The purpose of this hearing is to determine
if granted supervised access to the internet,
whether you're likely to re-offend. But what we're failing to understand
is why you did what you did.
(SIGHS)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
So that I don't lose your attention,
let's say we were going to try and calculate
the surface area of my breast here.
(MOANS)
Oh, fuck!
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Fourteen Federal Officer James Martin speaking.
Do not move. We have frozen your device.
No, no, no. I...
I think there's been - some sort of mistake. - OK, sir.
Confirm what is on the screen.
It says I've been watching child porn.
Which is sick, man. I would never do that!
OK, listen to me, sir. I am here to help you, all right?
You need to give me remote access
to your computer so I can verify your identity. So, listen to me.
Sure, sorry. Look, whatever you need.
OK, do you have TeamViewer, AnyDesk, anything like that?
Screen Collab...
You've got to download it. I got it. I got Screen Collab.
So, the code is 49... Yes.
...201. Four, four, one...
No, 49201934.
Excellent. I have now connected to your computer.
Now, in order for me to... - Kyle! - Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Did you defrost the chicken?
Yes! Yeah! Sir?
Sir, can you hear me? I need your credit card details to continue.
OK.
Sir, I've lost connection. I need you to reconnect me.
Sir, can you hear me?
Listen to me. If I cannot access your computer,
you will be subject to prosecution. (WAILS HYSTERICALLY)
Oh, man. Oh, no, it's closing up. It's closing up.
I can't do this any more, man.
Sir, you listen, I speak, OK? If I cannot access the computer,
you will be subject to prosecution. Subject to prosecution.
I'll be in the jail shower.
I'll accidentally drop the soap and...
Oh, oh, fuck! That actually feels pretty good.
Sir, are you joking? You understand the seriousness of your situation?
Know what they do to child - pornography people? - Patience.
All right? I'm working on it. Sir, my name is not Sanjay.
As I said, my name is Federal Officer James Martin, sir.
Not Sanjay. FBI, sir.
FBI.I'm pretty sure your name is Sanjay.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
Oh, don't tell me they're yours, man.
You're killing me here.
Oh, no, no. That's...
That's not a good idea, Sanjay. Take a seat.
And take that hula girl off your desk.
It's unprofessional.
Now, I need you to listen extremely closely.
My name is Officer Peters, and I'm part of a global sting operation.
Look, now, first things first,
I'm gonna need you to strip down, OK?
You, fuck you, motherfucker. OK? I'll fuck you up.
When I find you, I know where you live, I'll fuck you up. You fuck.
(PANTING) Wait, wait, wait.
I told the police you have hostages.
Now, you listen, I speak.
Your office is about to get raided, so this is your heads up.
Go home to your family and, I don't know, find God or something.
I'll make sure you never exist, OK?
No, Sanjay!
(LAUGHS) (CALL ENDS)
Doing the Lord's work, my beautiful little boy.
Officer Peters, that's nightmare fuel.
A little much.
Yeah, Alex was loving it, man.
Nah, not as much as Petey.
(EVERYBODY LAUGHS)
He's like Robin Hood, but he keeps the money.
(POLICEMEN SHOUTS, UPBEAT MUSIC)
MUM: Kyle!
Can you not do one thing for me?!
Shit. Dinner, sorry, - I'll be back in ten. - Bye.
NEWS: A police crackdown on scam call centres
is heightening discussion about the dangerous content accessible
to children on the Internet today.
NRC News investigates.
(OPTIMISTIC MUSIC)
(KEYBOARD CLICKS)
(WHOOSH, SMACK)
Hello, child.
I'm here to...
(KEYBOARD CLICKS)
This is a chilli challenge with Kyle and Petey.
(COUGHING, CHOKING)
(BUZZING)
(EXPLOSION)
(KEYBOARD CLICKS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
What's up, guys? - Hey, what's up, you guys? - Hello.
Know my new laptops? Yeah, here are the specs for it.
It's a custom one.
- Your base is wanked. - What the fuck? What does that even mean?
I don't even know who you are.
Let me in and I'll make it less wanked.(PING)
No way. Will this put me on some - kind of watch list? - Nah, man.
My dad buys loads of weird shit. Tor keeps the server anonymous.
Trust the onion.
Oh, yeah.
You want to be
my sugar daddy?
Oh, shit.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, that's not really my scene. Wait!
I hope you find a special someone. Wait, wait.
Is that a Final Fantasy poster?
Yeah. Where'd you get it?
I made it.
From like... From scratch?
I have two rules.
No kids who look under 13,
because that's messed up.
And I don't sell to anyone over 21, because...
nobody over 21 buys fake IDs...
unless they're like terrorists or some shit.
What do you even need this for?
(CRACKLE) Oh, shit!
Whoo! (CAR ALARM)
(SPEECH DROWNED OUT BY GUNFIRE)
(GUNSHOTS, EXPLOSIONS)
Alright, what's going on?
Behind the base. Oh, shit.
All right, cool.
You're reviving, bro. He's reviving.
(ENTHUSIASTIC LAUGHTER)
You're insane, bro.
What the fuck is that?
You're 10 years old.
Bitch, shut the fuck up.
I'm gonna fuck your dad and then give him a kid he loves.
Good game, guys. Good game.
Come back when your balls drop, you little shit.
Bro, that's gotta be hacks.
I swear to God, bro, if you get us banned again...
No hacks, it's boring. Oh, my God.
It's kind of boring when I don't, though, no?
Wait, what was that kid's username? I'll send it.
Send it my way.
(DISTORTED SPEECH)
Doing everything you can to become the most successful version...
If you're doing everything
to become the most successful version of yourself...
I've still got that killer instinct that I learned as a kid.
(ENGINE HUMS)
Don Heard avoids sentencing for...
When you had that third failure in a row,
did you think it's over for me? Don Heard destroys socialism.
It's quite an expensive thing to keep.
I know people are... You have to blame issues.
(OVERLAPPING VOICES)
Get off fucking Pornhub.
Do you guys know what the deal is with this Don Heard guy?
Oh, my God.
Have I heard of Don Heard?
You're cringe.
Oh, not this fucking guy.
What is this, Sid?
Oh, God. I'm trying to avoid this deal.
Is that Maria Joanna? No, no, no.
Shit, shit, shit, fuck.
It's legal here, isn't it?
Let's do this.
(MOANS, INHALES)
No, no, no.
You're not cheaping out on me, Joe? That's disgusting.
(LAUGHS)
I think of Bitcoin the same way I think of the early Internet.
Didn't see it coming. Now the government are freaking out.
Yeah, I think so. Once we had books, now we've got video games.
I think in the future we'll probably do away
with the notion of banks and rely on crypto.
I mean, I've got 25 million dollars
ring-fenced at the moment just for day trading in coin alone.
Is this guy for real? He just doesn't give a fuck.
He's cringe.
He's a sociopath. Have you seen his Twitter?
CEO of NWTN & Professional Meme Connoisseur.
Jesus Christ.
Yeah, who's dumb enough to flex about having Bitcoin on Joe Rogan?
What are you going to do, steal them?
Well, yeah, he's pretty much asking for it, no?
All right then, do it then, pussy.
I think I will, pussy.
All right then, fucking do it then, you little puss-puss.
- You think you could do better? - I think I probably could do better.
I know more about this than you. Doesn't mean fuck all.
Get out! I'm in a game!
Still that shit?
What do you want?
Oh, my God. Wasting your life away.
Oh, shut up.
You need to get some friends. Yeah, I do, though.
Watching your drunk ass embarrass itself right now.
What the fuck did you say?
What? I said you're drunk.
I'm out of this house when I get the money.
You ain't going nowhere, you useless piece of shit.
(CLATTERING)
Oh, get out, now. Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah?
Stop. What are you gonna do?
Man, I fucking hate that cunt.
One sec.
I think I'm going to call it too.
No, no, no. Come on, man. One more game.
(YAWNS) I fuck up these fucking - scholarship essays. - Come on.
One more game. I'll sleep afterwards.
Dude, you don't have an Asian mom.
Trust me, bro.
They'll murder me.
Just learn to code, bro.
I taught you how to code, bro.
Yeah, exactly. And I'm shit.
(LAUGHS) Alright, fuck me for caring about something,
but no, I actually can't mess this up.
What, man? You're way too smart for it. You'll spend four years learning
about the same shit you already know.
To work some late-night, middle-management IT job
you're way too good for. To avoid a wife you can't satisfy
and kids you don't know. You worked every day since they were four.
Hey, how do you know my dad's story?
It's everyone's dad's story. If they get a degree.
Yeah, exactly, bro.
Alright, well, when you come up with your master plan,
let me know, but that is it for me.
Yeah, I'm only going to tell Alex the master plan now
because you're being a freaking douche.(CHUCKLES)
Alright. Wait, Petey, don't go.
He's too good.
Or he could just be boring.
OK, two secs. Cool.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
You look tired.
Oh, yeah?
Thanks.
No, like, you look sleepy.
What time is it there?
It's pretty late.
One a day keeps the intrusive thoughts away.
Right, OK.
And are they away?
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
I mean, mostly.
(SIGHS)
This is the good stuff.
Are those yours?
No.
My mom's.
Do you realise that Don Heard made his first million at 19?
(DEEP SIGH)
No more of this dude.
I can't do it.
Mark Zuckerberg started Facebook at 19.
Sean Parker started Napster at 19
and Aaron Swartz co-founded Reddit at 19.
I've got two years.
Two years to do what?
Just...
Just, like, something, you know? Something... Something big.
Seriously, though, you ever get bored of doing this?
(SNORES)
Kyle, you're such a fucking...
(CHUCKLES)
I'm sorry, I didn't know we were doing deep chats tonight.
OK, here's a question then.
Sure, go ahead.
Out of the three of us...
Uh-huh? ...if you had a million dollars,
who would you split it with?
Uh-h... I don't know.
Er... Hm...
It's a good question. It's a lot of choice, you know.
(CHUCKLES)
(MOANS)
If you really wanted to do this...
Yeah? Shit.
(DISCONNECTS)
(CALM MUSIC)
(TOOTHBRUSH VIBRATES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Ha-ha-ha!
(WATER FLUSHES)
(YELLING)
You're all so fucking boring. Come on, it's my birthday.
You're not going to let me do this by myself, are you?
Keep going, don't stop until I stop.
(HISSES, SQUEAKS)
(LAUGHS)
We're on the fucking roof.
(SQUEALS, YELLING)
(WATER BUBBLING, PEOPLE YELLING)
Fuck! (CHEERING, CLAPPING)
I'm saying, we break into Don fucking Heard's Bitcoin wallet.
Oh shit, he's being serious.
Jesus, have you slept at all? Guys, we can actually do this.
For fuck's sake. Dude, you're a script kiddie, not Mr Robot.
You know this is all bullshit. What are you talking about?
We make these grand plans in our head,
but we're going nowhere unless we make the first move.
Prison does seem like a nice change in scenery.
I don't think such cheeks are ready for that one.(LAUGHTER)
Oh, oh, oh!
(EXPLOSION)
Dude, what the fuck?
There was fucking two months of work on that server.
We've got the team. You're cracked at coding,
Alex is already forging IDs for half the internet, and Sid,
this guy knows every black hat forum on the entire dark web.
OK.
(CHEERFUL MUSIC)
But what do you do?
I'm the guy with the plan.
So we're going to kidnap Don Heard's daughter
and hold her for ransom. Nice. Someone has her breasts.
Does she have OnlyFans? Alright, I'm out.
Guys, guys, look, just hear me out.
She posts everything. Look, where they live,
where they eat,
her mother's maiden name,
her first pet's name.
To my baby! Baby Baxter!
That is the ugliest dog I've ever seen.(LAUGHTER)
Date, place, of birth. We don't need her for half of it.
Yeah, all very impressive.
You could get through a few password security questions,
but it's still nothing. No, no, it won't be for nothing
if we get his phone number and email.
Where would we even start? We start here.
As we can see from Lindsey's thought-provoking profile,
she's got the eclectic career of being a model, influencer,
and founder of Lumen Skincare. Yeah,
the "I live on daddy's money package career."
Right? So, let's set up a fake modelling agency.
Oh my God! Let's call it Neoteric.
What does that even mean? Exactly.
It's a modelling agency for the new age of creatives.
We pimp it out with its own website, make it look fucking clean.
Alex, this is where you come in. Easy.
We link it up to an Instagram account.
We buy some followers and a few posts.
Looking pretty good.
That's not so bad. Right. We send a message.
We say, "Hi, we have an open casting, blah, blah, blah.
Much love, Neoteric Models," and...
Sent.
The end.
Yeah, Kyle?
Yeah, boy. Great.
She's fucking typing. - Bullshit. - What's she saying?
She's fucking not. She stopped.
Show pics or it didn't happen. Right.
No way. She wants to meet tomorrow.
Shut up. What?
What are you going to say?
Uh...
I'll be like, "Hi, Lindsey. It's great to finally meet you."
Yeah, that's not going to work. You look about 12.
Whoa, what are you saying? You think - you could do any better? - Yeah.
(REWIND)
Hi, Lindsey. It's so great to finally meet you.
I know. Thank you for reaching out.
Oh, we'd absolutely love to have you on board for the campaign,
but as you are under 21,
we'll need the contact details of - your legal guardian. - Sure.
Oh, come on. Too easy.
Never been more attracted to you in my life.
Oh, fuck. That was a compliment.
No, she sent her mum's details.
That was a nice try.
Oh, well, that's that. Fucked... OK, wait, wait.
What do we know about Lindsey's mum? She's Don Heard's wife?
Ex-wife, actually. Messy court case right now.
Bro, she's going to rinse him for every fucking penny.
As she should. Oh, that's good.
That's good. We can use the divorce as our in.
Lindsey gave us Vivian's email. She's a socialite.
A little fishing - will do the trick. - OK.
Hook, line and sink the bitch.
Right, change of plans.
(CHUCKLE) I'll set up a fake account
pretending to be on her legal team
and ask her to look at files to do with the divorce.
I like it. I like it.
Wait, surely she knows who her team are, though.
She'll know the assistant's name, so we'll make a new one up.
- Getting sketchy. - One click will take her to our login page.
When she signs in, keylogger will capture her password.
Then we'll have complete access to her emails.
It's a freaking classic.
Kyle, you know that's a felony, right?
Oh yeah, baby.
So what now?
Now we wait.
(NOTIFICATION ALERT)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
Hello?
I'm here. You hear me? One sec.
Yo. What's up?
Your shirt is on back to front.
Oh, shit.
Sorry, one sec.
(LAUGHS) Whoo!
- Very edgy. - Thank you very much. Can you even name five songs?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey, look.
Guess who? Who?
You're lying.
Should I...
Should I send him a little - good night? - Stop it.
Like, do all your worst ideas come at 4 AM?
Well, there's no noise
and no distractions, so...
Of course, yeah.
And your parents not forget about you being nocturnal?
Well, I think my mum worries a little bit,
and my dad works abroad, so he doesn't really know, I guess.
(CHUCKLES)
What's he do again?
He's an IT consultant in Dubai.
Huh...
When's he next back?
Uh... Christmas time.
Fuck.
It's a long time.
I'm gonna send you a screenshot of him right now.
Ready?
Mm-hm.
(LAUGHS)
Fuck, he looks just like you.
Only...
Less... less handsome?
You think I'm handsome.
No, I can't tell through the webcam, so...
Wow.
You know, I...
I know a guy that could maybe...
I mean, just maybe lend me some money for a flight.
Oh...
OK, well, maybe you should call him.
Hm... I don't know. I mean, he's...
Oh... He's a pretty busy guy,
and I wouldn't want to intrude on his privacy like that.
And you're scared and stuff, right? No.
- I'm not scared. - You're scared. Don't want to call him.
What, you think I'm scared?
Yeah, you're scared.
All right, fuck it. - Let's call him right now. - OK.
Make sure you've got your diapers on
so you don't shit yourself.
You want me to hang up? Nah, want to hang up?
No, I'm fine. I can - do this all night. - Are you sure?
You may as well just hang up now before...
(TENSE MUSIC)
Don speaking.
(SUPPRESSED LAUGHTER)
(BEEP, PHONE CLATTERS)
You didn't hang up.
(CHUCKLES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
OK, so, Don and Lindsey are going to be at brunch together
in two hours and 15 minutes.
That's our window. I'll ring up his network
and get his number switched over to my phone.
Then I should have access to his crypto wallet.
Sid, you need to get access
to the cafe CCTV.Yeah, boy.
Alex, keep your eyes on Don.
Don't even blink. I don't blink anyway.
OK, Petey, man, remember all that info we gathered on Don?
This is not chill, bro. Dude, have you got it?
Just keep it handy, OK? I might need it.
(DIALLING TONE)
Thank you for calling. All our advisors...
Hello, this is Carla from FourMobile speaking.
How can I help you today?
Oh, Carla, thank God you've answered.
It's Don Heard here.
I've been on hold for hours.
Look, can you hear me OK?
I'm at the airport and it's rather loud here.
Now, listen, the gate closes in five and I need your help.
I've lost my phone
and I was wondering whether I could get my old number
switched over to my new one.
It's been an awful day. Sorry to put the pressure on.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Let me see what I can do for you.
First, I must ask you a few identification questions.
Is that an accent I hear there, Carla?
Is that Scottish? Yeah, yes, it is.
It's music to my ears, Carla, you know.
Right.
Look, can I take your date of birth?
Yes, that would be the 28th of the 6th, 1971.
And your current residency?
500 Haynes Avenue.
- Great. - The gate looks like it's closing soon.
Well, I just need one final security question.
What is your favourite pet's name?
(TENSE MUSIC)
I'm sorry, Carla, say again.
What is your favourite pet's name?
Uh... Carla, sorry, I can't hear you.
Sorry?
Hello? Carla, Baxter.
Baxter is my favourite pet's name.
Oh, right. Give me a moment while I check this against the system.
Thank you, Carla. Hopefully it shouldn't be long. (NERVOUS LAUGH)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Right, I know you're in a rush,
so I skipped a few wee steps to move things along for you.
So, your new phone should be up and running now.
(NOTIFICATION)
Carla, you are an angel.
O-oh! Yeah, thank you very much. And...
Just one final question.
But are you the Don Heard?
(RELIEVED SIGH, CHUCKLE)
You know, Clara,
if I said I was, could we keep it as our little secret?
(GIGGLES) Well, of course.
It's been a pleasure. And remember, our little secret.
OK, bye.
Bye-bye, bye-bye.
Holy shit, it worked. Woo!
Let's go, baby.
CCTV's still running off Windows XP.
Embarrassing!
OK, OK, I've got eyes on the phone.
We're watching you.
OK, here we go, email.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
All right, I'm resetting his password.
(NOTIFICATION)
Got the verification code. Right, come on, come on.
And I'm in. Let's see what we've got here.
Wait, who emails nudes? How are we looking? Come on.
Sorry, distracted.
Just let me look, OK?
Just leave it, log out. OK, relax, relax, relax.
I guess I'm not OK with this.
Oh, wait, I think I found it. Oh, shit, there's another password.
What do you mean? Is it a seed phrase?
No, it's another password.
Just sort it. I'm on it, I'm on it.
What is happening? Shit, she's moving.
Why is she moving? What do you mean, moving?
She's walking away from the fucking table.
He's going to look at his phone. We need to get her back now.
I'm on it, OK? I just need a little bit more time.
- We don't have more time. - He's gonna realise it's disconnected.
Just leave it, log out, dude.
Shit, shit, shit.
I know what I'm doing.
(PHONE RINGING) Fuck!
Lindsey's calling me. What do you mean?
I'm on Don's number, she thinks she's calling him.
- Don't fucking answer it! - Course I'm not gonna fucking answer it.
What should I say, what should I reply?
Something. Do just fucking anything.
What do you think, kiss or no kiss? Just fucking send it, Kyle.
Fucking... he's literally going to fucking look at it.
Kyle, call it, log out. No, no, no, we're too close.
Shit, we're so fucking screwed. There's too many emails.
You haven't done anything yet, you can log out. Log out now.
We're not going to find it that way. I'm not leaving.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just use a script.
It'll isolate words with special characters, upper case.
What do you mean? Just do it.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Petey, I fucking love you, man.
Just hurry the fuck up.
Oh shit, shit, shit.
Just give me a moment.
We're going to fucking jail. We're going to fucking jail!
Fuck. Do you know what they do
to people like me in jail, you prick?
She's coming back, she's coming - back. - Oh, fucking hell.
Here we go, I've got - one more shot. - Speak, man.
What the fuck is going on? Oh my God.
What? Kyle, what?
What?
It's Dogecoin.
- It's fucking Dogecoin. - OK, who - cares? Hurry up. - Just get it out.
OK, OK, OK.
I can't tell what he's saying.
Oh yes, yes. Stay there, you stupid bitch. Stay there.
I've got it. - Yeah? - Yes!
Yeah? Let's log off then. Two seconds.
Alright, I'm out, I'm out.
I'm frying the sim.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(FLAME ROAR)
Dude.
Jesus Christ.
Are we good? Kyle?
Well? Are we good?
Are we good?
(SIGHS)
(EXCITED SCREAM)
I fucking... Yes!
OK, OK, OK.
I fucking hate you guys.
It's only a 100K and it's Dogecoin.
Only a 100K? What?
Oh my God, Kyle, I can finally pay for that penis enlargement.
Point proven. Well done. We can't keep it though.
Oh my God, you're such a fucking pussy.
Shut up, man. Come on.
Of course we can.
It's 100K. We stole 100K.
All thanks to you, Code Monkey.
It's not a fucking game, dude.
A drop in the ocean to him. We're clean. Everything's been wiped.
Yeah, it's crypto. The cops don't know shit.
Just... put it back, man.
You know we can't just put it back, Petey.
This could be a game changer. You want to go to Stanford, right?
Yeah. Yeah?
Obviously, yeah.
So what are the chances of getting a scholarship?
What is it? Is it like 1 in 1,000 or 1 in 10,000?
I think I got a pretty good chance.
OK, so why leave it to chance?
Why should you have to do all this application bullshit
while some rich kid's parents pay for him to skip the queue?
That's not how it fucking works.
Why not? Dude, it's untraceable.
I promise. - Petey. - Trust the onion.
Trust the onion.
No, it's not enough. Look, tuition alone is 100K a year.
We can make more.
- What? - There's a formula to this. We do the research.
We find the investors that don't know what they've invested in.
The market fluctuates.
We skim from the top, they - won't even notice it's gone. - Fuck.
We can make so much.
Just think of that acceptance letter, man.
And all from some old cucks with money.
Old cucks with crypto. (CHUCKLES)
Come on, man. What do you say?
I get the fees and I'm out.
Yes! That's my boy.
That's my boy. Full squad. Alright.
So what are we saying? Deal.
(SOFT CHUCKLE)
Let's fucking do this!
OK, first, we gotta invest in ourselves.
The innovation station is in need of an upgrade.
OK, OK. Guys, guys, guys. Don't get too greedy.
Just a bit more and we're almost there.
Bro, us? Greedy? Never.
(SASSY MUSIC)
Assholes only, yeah? Of course, man.
Look, and it just so happens that most of them are.
I'm a terrorist and I need those fucking 200 goddamn dollars.
Help!
We mine their phone numbers,
their security questions and their emails.
And if you can't find it, find someone who can.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hi. My beautiful darling.
Stick to the script.
Listen, I recently lost my phone and...
Hoping to get my sim switched to the new one.
Oh, that's a lovely accent you have.
ALL: Like music to my ears.
In and out. OK, no fucking about.
We just need to find some reliable tumblers to mix the coin.
Just through the tumbler - and liquidate it? - Yeah, of course.
People who do not invest, they will never become rich.
(EVERYBODY LAUGHS)
How much was that? You can't put a price...
On sick.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INCOMING MESSAGE)
Fuck, I love money. I'll show you what I got.
This is my grail flip clock. Insanely good condition.
(INCOMING MESSAGES)
(EROTIC MOANS)
Another package came for you. Yeah, just leave it on the bed.
Do you remember I'm - away this weekend? - Yep.
Bitcoin business seems to be going well.
Oh, the crypto market is booming, Mum.
I was thinking we should probably do a business meeting in person.
I mean, flights are pretty cheap this time of year.
(PLANE WHOOSHES, EVERYBODY LAUGHS)
(BABBLE IN EXCITEMENT)
Wait, actually, get the money in. That's it.
Is that it? Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, turn that up a sec.
Yeah. Up a bit? No, no, no.
That's it, that's it. Yeah.
OK. All right, Sid.
You got it? Bro, are you taking a...
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) (UPBEAT MUSIC)
(TURBINE NOISE)
Holy shit! Nice!
(SYNTH MUSIC)
(WOOING)
(SHOUTING WITH EXCITEMENT)
Livin' it up!
Welcome to the club!
Wo-o-o!
We're fucking deep rich, boys!
Yummy, yummy, yummy!
(EXCITED YELPS)
(SHOUTS)
(HIGH-PITCH MUSIC BLASTING)
(WATER RUNNING, MUFFLED MUSIC)
Hello!
Are you coming out or what?
(BLASTING MUSIC)
(PHONE RINGING)
(MUSIC FADING)
(NOTIFICATION)
(HEART BEATING)
(ALARM RINGING)
Alex! Hey, look, I think,
I think we should try to meet up in person, like...
(GROAN)
(MOANS, SNIFFS)
No, no, no.
(PHONE RINGING)
No, no.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(PHONE DIAL TONE)
OK, look, I...
I think you got the wrong number, alright?
(DISTORTED ELECTRIC SIGNALS)
Nice watch.
Oh, thanks. It's a... (LAUGHS)
It was my dad's. Anyway, how did you get my number?
You think I'm stupid?
OK, look, I...Think I'm stupid? Can you answer the question?
I've had a really long night, OK?
I would just prefer if I could go back to sleep, so if you could...
If you could just let me know what this is about, or I...
If you could delete my number, - I'd appreciate it a lot. - I get it.
I know people go onto my Instagram and look at my hair, nails,
clothes, and teeth. They're not veneers, by the way.
And they think... she's fucking stupid.
(NOTIFICATION)
- Is that the case? - What are you on about? I don't know who you are.
(NOTIFICATION, PHONE RINGING) You know exactly who I am.
And I know exactly who you are.
You're Kyle Andrew Peters.
(NOTIFICATION)
You're from London.
(NOTIFICATION)
You go to Oakborough School. (NOTIFICATION)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
OK.
OK, look.
We can... I can give it back, OK?
(CHUCKLE, SHARP INHALE)
Come on.
Shall we cut the bullshit?
OK, so... Why are you calling me?
What do you want from me?
Well...
I know where the 25 million is.
No.
No, I'm not interested.
I'm not asking.
But he's your dad.
Yeah, he's my dad. He's not my fucking dad. He's a passive income.
OK, but he has you pretty sorted, no?
(TENSE PULSATING MUSIC)
He cut me off, OK?
Why?
Not fucking relevant.
You have no fucking idea who you're stealing from.
I know who you and your family are.
My God, you don't believe everything you read online, surely, Kyle?
You have no idea who he really is.
Oh, yeah? Where he comes from.
The shit he actually does.
Dude, you don't even know what he really looks like.
Or any of the things or fucking people he's buried.
Is this some kind of threat? Take what you want from it.
How do I know I can trust you? You can't.
But if you don't, I'll go to the cops. Or my dad.
It's your choice, I guess.
Often described as private Mossad, the company has been embroiled
in a number of high-end political controversies.
They have been known to specialise in hacking, spying, impersonation.
How the fuck did she get your number?
It was connected to my Discord.
I didn't mean to mess it up.
You said it was untraceable, man. I set it up years ago.
You f...
I say we dox her, DDoS her,
make her life a living hell until she backs down.
Well, do you believe her?
Oh, she's serious.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
We're going to fucking prison now.
She has my picture. Fuck.
No, look, guys, we just need to come up with
a plan to go in there and get it.
What are you talking about? He's in California.
And how do you even know the $25 million is real? Like...
It's real. In his cold wallet on his - laptop. - Which will be air-gapped.
"Will be air-gapped." What does that mean?
It means the laptop will be offline,
so we'll need physical access to it in the office.
You better be fucking joking right - now. - Just trust me.
Look, we do this last gig, and then we're done.
It's over. Bro, shut up.
But we do it together, OK? Stop fucking saying "we," Kyle.
Dude, I joined the server to play Minecraft.
OK, don't freak out, man.
Leave me alone, man. I'm done.
Alright, give me a second. I'll speak to him.
(DIALLING TONE)
(CALL ENDS)
(RINGING TONE)
(DEEP SIGH)
Come on, man, pick up.
Yo. What, dude?
Look, I know, I know, look...
I get it, it seems fucked on paper, man.
But it was just a mistake, OK?
Are you serious? Honestly. One more time.
One more time, and it's over, OK?
I promise you. You just gotta trust me here.
I don't even know who you are - any more. - Come on.
We've been best friends since we were like 10 years old.
Why are you saying shit like that? We are not best friends, man.
You don't even have friends. All you do is fucking use people.
Fuck you, man. No, fuck you.
No, seriously, fuck you!
Stop putting all this on me.
You wanted in as well, man.
And what, now we've just hit one speed bump,
so you wanna go pussy out? You wanna leave me, Sid and Alex
to do it? Yeah, I wanna pussy out.
Dude, what is wrong with you? Come on, man.
I don't mean it like that, OK?
We need you, man.
Nah, I'm out.
(CALL ENDS)
(DEEP SIGH)
Fuck!
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Well, Kyle? He's out.
What? What do you mean he's out?
It doesn't matter. We don't even need him anyway.
Is he gonna rat? What if he tells - everybody? - He wouldn't fucking rat!
How do you know he's not gonna fucking rat? Fuck...
His offices are in fucking Cali, Kyle.
Alright, just give me a moment.
I can try to figure this out. There's gotta be a smarter move.
Like, we put the coin back in Don's wallet,
or just put it back or give it to Lindsey. I don't know.
Not right now, OK? Wait, why?
We have 50K left.
(LAUGHS) Right now. But that's gonna go back up.
Look, this is just how investments go, OK?
- Are you serious? - Kyle, you are a piece of shit, you know that!
Look, my dad does this stuff all the time.
Well, that guy really seems like he's got your back.
Don't talk about my dad. What do you want me to say?
Well, I think it's pretty ironic considering... I can go.
What?
No, no, no. Come on. Come on. You can't do that, Alex.
That's way too dangerous. I'm not asking, Kyle!
This can't all have been for nothing.
Those are your eyes and ears.
Yeah, great. You're filling me with confidence, Kyle.
Why can't she just do it herself?
Look, there'll be no incrimination.
I'm not exactly on visiting terms with my dad right now.
OK, so we find an hour where he's not in the office.
Not possible. He's a machine.
First one in, last one out. Zero small talk.
OK, well, we need an hour. That's not going to happen.
Well, it needs to happen. There's got to be something.
Surely he's got, like, friends? No.
Hobbies? Affairs? No.
He works. He runs. He eats. He sleeps. Repeat.
Wait. He runs? Yeah.
Where does he run? It's all part of his
cardio midlife-crisis routine. That's fucking brilliant.
Good enough for the Taliban. Good enough for us.
You're comparing us to terrorists. The same route, time, every day?
Might as well be wearing an ankle tag.
No, we can do one better. Do you - have him on Find My Friends? - Maybe.
Now we really have a live tracker, boys and girls.
OK, Sid, you're on recon. Know the building like the back of your hand.
I'm going to need a student card. I got you.
OK.
Hi there. I'm a boring bastard architecture student
looking to do some research for my final year project.
Would I be able to request the blueprints?
Got it! Nice one.
OK, that's 2D.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Alright, check this out.
And 3D. Sick, right?
I can't get all of the building, but there's most of it.
Alright, the entrance has CCTV, security desk,
and barriers which lead to the elevator.
OK, so, Lindsey, you distract security,
Alex will sneak past, and then you sit tight with an alibi, OK?Nice.
Off the elevator on the fifth floor hallway,
more CCTV, and we'll need an access card to get past the next door.
Well, can we get me a fucking card?
Yeah, of course we can. Oh, fucking even more CCTV
and another access card to get into Don's office.
Not to mention his receptionist. I can deal with that.
- What are you gonna say? - Been a horrible accident. Dad needs you.
- No, less, less. - Dad and I need to go for a coffee.
More? Just fucking come down here now!
- That could work. - Oh, this place is a fucking fortress.
The building runs off a closed network. It's fucked!
We need a back door into that network.
No chance. This is NWTN we're talking about.
Look, no network is completely closed.
You can spend millions on security,
but at the end of the day, it's still run by people, OK?
And people are stupid.
OK, every big tech company needs bougie catering.
Martha can bake a pretty mean pastry,
but I'm gonna take a bet her cyber security isn't up to scratch.
Meet Martha's nephew, Duncan.
Head of IT at the kitchen. Although head is a strong word
considering he's the only IT guy. His computing experience includes
two months in a college studying web design before dropping out.
Let's just say he may have pulled in
family favours to get this job.
Classic nepotism. No offence, Lindsey.
Thankfully for us, Duncan has kindly left Martha's website
completely open to a SQL injection attack.
What even is that? Boom.
I can see every single one of their login details.
Shoot it up right into the veins.
He didn't even encrypt the passwords.
OK, so it seems that Uncle Stan,
head of client communications will be our key into NWTN's network.
Stan's main contact at NWTN is Kelsey from accountancy.
Say, has Kelsey ever actually met Stan? No.
Wait, can I be Stan? Yes.
OK, hi, Kelsey.
We are organising catering for the upcoming staff summer party.
Just keep it vague. He may not have one.
OK, upcoming staff event.
We'll need a staff directory for the main office.
(RELIEVED SIGH)
Like I said, people are stupid.
Give me a night and I will know absolutely everybody
in between Alex and that computer.
This is how we do this.
Please, I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to cause a security breach.
It's been my dream to work for NWTN
and I just wanted to send him a letter.
OK, that's good. Let's, let's go again.
And...
look, what are you going to say if they ask if you had any help?
Why are you acting like I'm going to get caught?
There's just so much at stake here. Alright, we just got to keep going.
(NOTIFICATION)
(DIALLING TONE)
(SAD GUITAR MUSIC)
(OUTDOOR AMBIENCE)
I need you to tell me these things. I'm on the bus.
I can't have anyone else flake. What do you want?
What the fuck is going on with you?
Look, there's just so much at stake here.
We just got to keep going.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(EXHALES)
(SIGHS)
You're fucked right now, aren't you?
(SNIFFS)
That's sweet coming from you, no? (DEEP SIGH)
What's that supposed to mean? What, stealing your mum's meds?
That's different.
You think those are my mum's - only meds? - Look, I...
Better I take some of them than her swallowing them all at once.
I didn't mean to... I thought you understood there's a reason
we spend half our lives on the server.
I guess you just don't.
Let's just get tomorrow over with.
Alex, you don't have to, OK? No, Kyle.
You don't have to.
(CALL ENDS)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(NOTIFICATION)
Hey, kiddo. I hope you're doing well.
Hey, have you spoken to your mum about this?
It's just things are very busy with work at the moment.
I'd love to have you over, obviously, but no, it's just,
you know, really not a good time for me.
I hope you understand.
Say hi to your mum for me.
(SIGH)
I always mess that bit up.
(NOTIFICATION) Alright.
(ADVENTUROUS MUSIC)
(TAPS ON THE DESK)
OK, can you hear us?
Yeah, one second.
Can you see? Clear as day.
You got this.
OK, so he should have just left for his run,
so that gives us 20 minutes on a good day
and 24 minutes on a bad day.
Linking up his phone from Lindsey's Find my Friends.
That's nice...
On security today is Norman,
one of NWTN's star employees.
He's at the forefront of innovation at the company. Hey, Lindsey?
Ready. Let's go.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(HEELS TAPPING)
I need something printed. Sorry, I can't do that.
I'm going to need you to sign in.
Yeah, he has no idea who you are, OK, so you need to change it.
I don't think my dad will care if I don't sign it.
I can't?
I can call him if you want.
What's your name? Norman? Alright, here we go.
Alright, go, Alex. Go, go, go.
I need you to do it right now.
Right, right now? Yeah.
Go on, Lindsey. OK, sorry.
OK, Sid, talk to me, man. What's going on?
OK, OK, yeah, I'm on the security system.
OK, Alex, just look busy, OK?
Excuse me, please.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
What am I saying? Uh-h...
"Thank you, Sid," is what you say.
(BEEPS)
I'm not saying that.
Alex, when those doors close,
you'll lose connection - until they open again. - Got it.
Yeah, see you in a sec.
(CALL ENDS)
(SIGHS)
Come on.
I'm back. Got you.
Now where?
OK.Right, wait outside the next door on the left.
OK, that's Kevin, alright? He's head of tech support,
so he has access to every room with a computer in it.
He's terrified he'll be dropped for a graduate
like most of his colleagues over 40.
Meaning he overcompensates by working through lunch.
It's like looking into Sid's future.
Shut the fuck up.
He's a hard-working guy and he's overqualified.
But with a newborn at home, he hasn't got much room to manoeuvre.
O-oh. I was starting to feel sorry for him till I saw his Reddit.
Oh, jeez, my boy's got some anger - issues. - Right? Hey, what about this?
I was gonna about send a message about the baby,
but I think this is gonna make him move faster.
(TENSE PULSATING MUSIC)
Got him.
(NERVOUS INHALE) OK.
Come on.
Wait, yeah, which one is his desk? Dude's a metalhead, you'll know.
Those are the grossest stickers I've seen.
Do you see his keycard?
Yeah. OK, take the smart card copier,
scan his on it for five seconds, then yours,
and you'll have access to every room in the building, OK?
Mm-hm.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Come on.
(NERVOUS MOANING)
OK, OK, OK.
How's Don looking?
Don't worry about Don, OK?
You're killing it. He's nowhere near.
Say your prayers, we're almost there.
Right, his office is at the end.
OK, I can see it, I can see it.
OK, wait, slow down. Don's secretary coming up.
I got this. What's her name?
Her name's Rachel, OK,
and she takes her job a little bit too seriously.
Closest thing to a groupie a tech CEO can get.
(DIALLING TONE)
Lindsey? Hi, Rachel.
Yeah, I'm just downstairs in the lobby. Is dad in?
Sorry, he stepped out, - but he'll be back. - Oh, that's fine.
Could you come down? I need to give him something to sign.
What for? My work.
Your work? Yeah, my modelling.
I need a legal guardian - to sign something. - Of course.
I'll be down as fast as I can.
OK, bye, bye, bye. Yeah, bye.
I'm pretty sure she hates you, man. Yeah, well, I'll fucking use it.
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(RUSTLING, MURMURED VOICES)
I can't find any CCTV in his office.
No-one knows what he does in there.
Holy shit. Don, you are fucking crazy.
(DEEP SIGH)
Is that it?
This has gotta be it, right?
OK. I think I got it.
No, he's definitely - more paranoid than that. - OK.
Uh-h...
OK, I need a password.
Yeah, it's Lindsey, capital L and
then an exclamation mark in the I.
Is that definitely it? Have you got it?
OK, and that's why you don't use passwords.
Hey, sick, sick, sick.
OK, you've gotta keep her busy down there, Lindsey.
Stall her, Lindsey.
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hi, Lindsey. Hi, Rachel.
So, what is it you want to pass to your dad?
It's my contract, which has...
It's seven pages left. Yeah.
No, hey, Sid, can you slow that down?
Yeah, let me see.
Oh, shit.
OK, that'll buy you some time, Alex. I'll fuck the printer up.
Oh, OK.
What's up? Uh, sorry.
There seems to be an error.
The printer's just cancelled the job. (LAUGHS)
Let me try and fix that.
OK, let's focus, alright?
Alex, have you got - that USB we gave you? - Yeah, sure.
(MUTTERS)
OK, it's in.
OK.
Oh, shit.
- He still runs Kali? - I know we're robbing him, but I love this man.
- Shit, what just happened? - What? What do you mean? What's going on?
Kyle, he's disappeared. What do you mean he's gone?
On fucking Find my Friends, - he's gone. - Don't panic.
Kyle, don't fuck about, man.
Oh, God, where is he?
I've got no fucking idea where he is.
OK, I think I found it.
Holy shit. What is it?
Holy shit. Holy shit, what good, bad?
Yeah, this is terrible. Hurry up, man.
It's not happy.
Let me restart that. SID: He's on his way.
Sorry, but if you could just bring the documents when they're finished.
Who do you work for? Your father.
Yeah, my father. And I think he'd... Wait, Kyle, is it done?
I can print the final pages off...
Almost, almost.
What do you mean, almost? Hold on.
Don't pull this fucking shit again. Hold on 30 seconds.
You fixed it, right? I can give it one more try.
ALEX: Come on, Kyle, hurry the fuck up.
Yeah, we have a shareholders' meeting...
SID: Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's in the office.(OVER LINDSEY)
Oh, for your modelling?
OK, just stall him, OK? Stall him.
Lindsey, stall the fuck out of him.
Yeah, Dad, your assistant - is being a bitch. - Sorry, Don.
I didn't have your daughter - in your calendar. - In his calendar.
Yeah, Dad, I need you to sign this now.
Just hold on, all right?
- SID: Kyle, hurry up. - Kyle, is it done? Have you got it or not?
DON: I don't have time for this now.
Have you got it or not? OK, I've got it.
Get out of there. Make a fucking move. Get out.
I'm fucking moving.
Mom was right.
DON: Yes, Mom's always right. Always right, darling.
SID: OK, you're going to have to - walk past him. - What?
No, no way. I need another route.
Oh, fuck.
In the top right corner, there's an air vent. Get in it.
I'm not getting in the air vent.
OK!
OK, no, right. Got to be something else.
At the bottom of the hallway, - there's a fire escape. - Yes, yes.
That's everything.
You, you can fuck off.
And you, Rachel, you can fuck off even more.
It's a little, little toxic.
Darling, yeah, OK.
Alright, I'm done now.
All right, just fucking wait outside for Alex, OK?
Shit, he's so close.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Guys.
Relax, relax, you're in the clear, OK?
I forgot the USB. No, you didn't.
No, you fucking didn't. What?
We can't go back. He'll get there first.
No, no, no, Alex, go, go. Alex, do not go.
If he gets hold of that USB, everything can be traced back to us.
Just don't go back in there. I'm so fucking stupid.
No, you're not, you're not.
OK, all right, where's the fire alarm?
Find me the fire alarm now.
I'm trying to. It's fucking automated.
It's automated. We can't control it.
OK, the kitchen, is it empty?
Yeah, go there, yeah.
OK, get her there, get her there.
Oh, God, he's so close.
So, you basically just scrunch up a bit of tinfoil
and spray the microwave full of - deodorant. - Look in the cart.
What? Why is she wasting time with the cart?
Guys, what is going on? OK, check the cart for aerosols.
Grab them all and spray them inside the microwave.
Add a piece of metal in there, set it for 30 seconds, and then run.
Kyle, what the fuck? You can't - be serious. - Just do it, OK?
Kyle, she can't do that. Just keep going.
OK, OK, OK...
Have you done it? Nearly outside.
Did you do it? Alex?
(MUSIC FADES)
(LONG BEEP) OK, did you do it?
(FIRE ALARM) Fuck this.
CCTV's gone. Alex?
Alex, are you there?
Alex? (COUGHS)
Alex, are you all right? Alex, are you there?(COUGHS)
Guys, guys.
(FIRE ALARM)
Wait, what? Shit.
Where's Lindsey gone? Just forget about her.
Who the fuck was that?
Just go, Alex. I'll find out who that guy is.
What are you going to do? There's 5,000 people in there.
How are you gonna find him? Tell me everything we know.
He was white male.
Looked to be late teens, early 20s. I don't fucking know.
OK, where's Don? I can't see Don or Lindsey.
I don't know what she's going to do.
OK, OK. All right, just...
I need more than that, OK? OK, he was brunette.
He was quite fat. Wearing glasses. He was average height.
More, more. I need more, guys. I need more.
- I don't know. - He was outside the finance kitchen.
That can work.
Oh my God. All right, all right, all right.
Coming over here.
- Oh my God. - All right, fuck, I think I got him.
Sort him then!
(DIALLING TONE)
Hello?(DISTORTED) Chris, you need to forget everything you saw.
Yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't see anything. I swear.
No, no, you listen. I speak. I'm sorry.
I have access to everything
that you have done or will ever do online.
I can manipulate it. Please, no.
I can add anything to your computer
and it will look like it belongs to you.
If you ever say anything,
I will contact everyone you know.
I swear, I won't say a thing. I wasn't supposed to be here.
Do you understand what I'm saying? I understand.
Kyle, what the fuck? He didn't do anything.
All right, we can't take any chances, OK? Have you got the USB?
Yes, OK, OK, I got it. I got it.
I'm leaving. I'm leaving.
Wait. Wait a second. What?
How long has that been on? The webcam light.
Oh, God.
The webcam light is on.
He's going to fucking kill us on some pedo island.
Alex, just get out of there. Just get out of there now.
- I need to wipe right now. - Alex, just get out of there now. Go.
I don't think there's time, Alex. Just go!
You don't have the time. Shit. Shit.
(STATIC, CALL ENDS) What just happened?
Alex. Alex.
Sid, what can you see? Can you see - anything? - I can't see shit.
Kyle, what do we do?
Urm...
What do we fucking do?
OK, OK, OK. All right, we just...
We just need to wipe everything now.
Sid. Wipe everything now. OK.
Wipe it now. Go.
(HEAVY BREATHING, KEYBOARD CLICKS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(DRILL RATTLE)
(WINDOWS STARTUP TUNE)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(NUMBER UNOBTAINABLE TONE) We're sorry.
You have reached a number that has been
disconnected or is no longer in service.
I can't sleep, man.
We've just got to keep our heads down.
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(KEYBOARD CLICKING)
(INCOMING CALL)
Yo, what's going on?
(SNIFFS)
Alex.
What about her, man? She cut me off. It's a fucking dead end.
Uh-uh. No, I've been talking to her.
- What? - It's chill. She says everything's going to be fine.
It's fine. We're in the clear, bro. What have you told her?
Bro, fucking relax. She added me on her Insta, all right?
It's chill.
(GROANS)
Oh, no, man, what have you done?
What are you... What?
(GROWLS)
How do you even know it's her?
Have you FaceTimed her?
Have you... Have you met up with her in person?
How do you know you haven't been catfished?
So you're going to send me those chat logs right now.
Fuck you, I'm not doing that. You fucking idiot.
It's all your fucking fault, you - know that. - Shut the fuck up, Sid.
Just tell me what you said. Oh, you shut the fuck up, prick.
(MOANS)
Fine, whatever, I'll fucking - send it. - OK, all right.
- Fuck this bullshit. - Give me a fucking second to think.
You dragged us all into this shit.
(SNIFFS, CLEARS THROAT)
All right. (CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFS)
I've got to fucking clean up your mess again, haven't I?
You clean up my mess?
Bro, you've got no fucking...
Fuck, Sid! Sid! Shit!
(INCOMING CALL)
It's a collectable.
I'm unarmed, I'm unarmed. Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Come on, Petey. (DIALLING TONE)
Come on, pick up, man.
Come on, come on, Petey!
Kyle? Are you expecting someone?
Mum! Mum, do not let them in!
(POLICE SIRENS, MUFFLED VOICES) Come on, man!
(MUTTERS)
OK. OK, OK, OK...
(POLICE SIREN)
(RUMBLE)
(YELLS) (GLASS SHATTERS)
(LABOURED BREATHING)
All right. (GROANS)
OK, OK, OK.
(LABOURED BREATHING) (SIRENS)
(CALL ENDS)
(QUIET)
(KEYBOARD CLICKS)
(NOTIFICATION)
(SOBBING)
(SNIFFS)
Fuck's sake, Sid.
(DEEP SIGH)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(NOTIFICATION)
Hey... Er...
You OK, man?
(DISTANT EXPLOSION)
(SOBS) No, not really.
Man, I didn't mean for it to go this far.
Yeah, I know.
Where's Alex and Sid?
Sid got raided and...
Alex went dark.
They're saying I could go to jail now.
If I get a criminal record... Man, just... just rat on me, OK?
Do what you gotta do.
(SOBS)
They took everything.
(WEEPS)
They have the chat logs.
Hacking, fraud, arson...
I'm so fucking sorry, man.
(SOBS)
You're lagging like a bitch.
This is public Wi-Fi.
Never could play without hacks.
(CHUCKLES)
(GUNSHOTS)
You know I'd never rat on you. Yeah, well, you should have.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(SOBS)
I can't go to prison, man. Everything I've worked for...
I can fix this. (SOBS)
It's over, Kyle.
Your mom won't stop calling me.
The police haven't left your house. I don't know what to say.
Did my dad?
(NERVOUS SIGH)
Stupid question.
Yeah, fuck him.
(SOBS) I miss you, bro.
I'll miss you too, man.
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
(DISTANT CHATTER)
(DIALLING TONE)
(CALL ENDS)
(NOTIFICATION)
What's the matter? Ain't you got no-one else left to call?
You think I'm gonna negotiate with you?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(RINGING TONE)
(ENGINE RUMBLES)
Last man standing, eh?
Show me your face.
OK, now. If you want to see your coin again,
you need to do what I tell you.
Look, I'm not here to massage your ego, Kyle.
OK?
I think what I want to do is fly you out to Silicon Valley
and have you join our cyber security team. You'd be heading it up
in a year on a six-figure salary. Wait. Why me?
(LAUGHS)
Kyle, listen, if you come and work for me,
no-one need ever know
about your involvement in this little caper.
And what about my friends?
Fuck 'em.
I can see the headlines now.
Sadistic incel
blackmails billionaire's daughter into terror attack.
OK, but that's not the truth. (CHUCKLES)
Yeah, but it sounds pretty good, doesn't it?(DEEP EXHALE)
Jesus.
Time to make a decision. I'm offering you a lifeline.
Come on, let's speed this up a bit. You've got 30 seconds. 29.
28.
25.
I can't work for you.
You watch it?
I thought I was a piece of shit.
I always wondered why someone like you
was so obsessed with untraceable currency.
Maybe someone who had something to cover up.
NWTN employees washing up on beaches
isn't exactly the best look.
Especially when you're there. (CHUCKLES)
Come on, mate.
That's not front page news.
But more importantly, your daughter.
(CHATTER)
It wasn't some ex-Mossad agent trying to sign up for them.
No, it was your fucked up daughter.
(EXCITED SHOUTING)
Going a step too far.
Happy Birthday!
(TERRIFIED SCREAM, RUMBLE)
(MUFFLED YELLING, WATER BUBBLING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
That's why you cut her off.
You paid everyone off and got the story sealed with NDAs.
Now, 25 mil is a lot of money.
But somehow I think that this might be more valuable to you.
The only person you're fucking is yourself.
(CHUCKLES) Maybe I am.
OK, and you know what? Maybe I already was,
but this isn't about me anymore.
59, 58, 57.
I transferred the 25 mil back into your account,
but this ends here.
I did it alone.
And you don't know anybody else.
Don't think I haven't got this backed up in a hundred other places.
Send or delete.
It's your call.
Fucking hell, it's a deal.
Better put your hands in the air
and hope that's the police coming and not my people.
(CALL ENDS)
Fox, barn, meadow, tree,
whisper, canyon, ocean, orbit,
curtain, forest, trick, sunset.
Fox, barn, meadow, tree,
whisper, canyon, ocean, orbit,
curtain, forest, trick, sunset.
Fox, barn, meadow, tree,
whisper, canyon, ocean, orbit, curtain, forest, trick, sunset.
(WINDOWS STARTUP TUNE)
Four teenagers were arrested for the theft
of over 25 million dollars in cryptocurrency
from tech entrepreneur Don Heard.
Whilst charges were dropped for Peter Le and Alexandra Kemp,
one Sidney Daniels has fled the country before further questioning.
And Kyle Peters, who has been coined Lil Al Capone,
remains detained.
Mr Heard refused to comment.
I'm in hot water with the British Government. You won't put that out?
But has reportedly filed a hundred million pound lawsuit
against FourMobile.
To discuss this story further with us
is his daughter, Lindsey Heard.
I don't want to be known as a victim,
but I just felt so violated.
And I think if we've learnt anything as a family,
it's the importance of cyber security.
I then have to turn to consider aggravating factors.
However, there is considerable additional mitigation
in relation to your upbringing and your experiences as a child.
The sentence I pass upon you
is therefore one with a minimum term of one year and eight months.
Mr Peters.
Mr Peters, to repeat the question,
what was going through your mind
when you decided to commit these acts?
I tried to fill a void. You know, of an absent father.
I sought validation through self-destructive behaviour online.
I was angry.
OK, I'm going to share my screen with everyone now.
Can we confirm you've returned
all the stolen money to prosecutor number 4637?
If he's pressing no further charges.
And do you have any undisclosed digital items
or additional information relevant - to this investigation? - None.
If there's no more questions, we can consider this investigation closed.
(GAVEL KNOCKS)
Congratulations, Mr Peters.
Welcome back to the World Wide Web.
Recording stopped.
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