(bird cawing)
(waves crashing)
(dance music)
(dramatic music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(drip)
(beep)
(water gurgling)
(dramatic music)
(ding)
♪♪ ♪♪
(squeak)
♪♪ ♪♪
(blade swishes)
♪♪ ♪♪
(chorus vocalizing)
♪♪ ♪♪
(dramatic music playing over dance music)
(music intensifies)
(electronic dance music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(chorus vocalizing)
♪♪ ♪♪
(tires squealing)
(police radio chatter)
(sirens wailing)
‐(tires squealing) ‐Ah!
‐(police radio chatter) ‐(siren beeping)
(upbeat electronic music)
(dance music playing softly)
(computer chimes)
(keys clacking)
(computer chimes)
♪♪ ♪♪
(swishes, gulps)
(sighs)
♪♪ ♪♪
(keys clacking)
♪♪ ♪♪
(quietly) Come on, come on.
♪♪ ♪♪
Bitch!
(slurping)
(can crunches, clanks)
♪♪ ♪♪
(upbeat electronic music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(mellow music)
♪♪ ♪♪
All‐time highs, bitch!
♪♪ ♪♪
(engine revving)
Wow. Oh, my Go‐‐look at this.
Look.
Isn't that that dishwasher kid that you worked with?
Yeah, the creepy one who was in love with me.
Yo, is this for real?
I mean, he was always going on and on about this Bitcoin.
(video game gunfire)
Fuck, I wish I'd listened to him.
(muffled shouting)
Oh...fuckin' Bitcoin, huh?
(horn honking in distance)
(controller clatters)
(keys tapping)
Yo, you still have his number?
Hey! Yeah, it's Lindsay.
How are you?
I was just, you know, I was thinking about you,
just wondering how you were doing.
Um, me? I'm‐‐I'm good.
Recently single, you know.
Yeah, Cory was a fucking dick. You were right.
‐(dog barking in distance) ‐(quietly) What the fuck?
Listen, I was just wondering if...
maybe you'd want to teach me more
about, like, Bitcoin and stuff?
It's just... it's so complicated.
Oh, yeah? Yeah. Come by work.
Okay, I'd love that.
‐Great. ‐CORY: Yes.
Babe, I love you so much.
‐Mm. Yeah. ‐Thank you.
(grunts)
What?
What's wrong?
(sighs)
Just don't hurt him, okay?
‐(scoffs quietly) ‐He's...
(sighs)
Annoying.
But harmless.
Babe, he'll be fine, okay?
It's just a few fuckin' Bitcoins.
Yeah.
Hey, think about us, okay?
Do you think we're ever gonna be able to buy a house
making the money that we make?
(scoffs)
Do you think we're gonna be able to afford a child?
You...want to have a child with me?
Well, I‐‐I mean, not now, but...
Yeah.
But one day, you know, hopefully.
It's just...I'm tired of living paycheck to paycheck.
Yeah. Yeah.
‐I love you, baby. ‐I love you too.
(both huff softly)
Fuck.
I can't believe that fuckin' idiot said yes.
‐(Lindsay laughs) ‐Ooh.
He thought you were going for him?
‐(Lindsay laughing) ‐Come on.
You're obviously only into handsome men.
Oh, yeah, obviously. Very obviously.
‐(breathes deeply) ‐(lighter clicks, clatters)
(chill music)
NILUFER YANYA: ♪♪ Getting high ♪♪
♪♪ Just from the heat ♪♪
♪♪ I'll be lost until we meet ♪♪
(suspenseful string music)
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ You used to have no friends ♪♪
♪♪ Lonely to the end ♪♪
♪♪ I fulfilled your every need ♪♪
♪♪ Kept you company ♪♪
♪♪ Now I'm treated like a weed ♪♪
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ Please feed me ♪♪
(upbeat music)
♪♪ Not quite a lover ♪♪
♪♪ But more than a pet ♪♪
♪♪ I'll make you happy ♪♪
♪♪ You'd keep my soil wet ♪♪
♪♪ And then you went and met a guy ♪♪
♪♪ Our love is gone ♪♪
♪♪ My leaves are dry ♪♪
♪♪ I wilt and wither ♪♪
♪♪ Left in the shade ♪♪
♪♪ Just so that you can keep getting laid ♪♪
♪♪ It's time for you to say good‐bye ♪♪
♪♪ It's your man or me ♪♪
♪♪ One has to die ♪♪
♪♪ We all need your love ♪♪
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ We all need your love ♪♪
♪♪ It's true ♪♪
♪♪ He's gonna wish that he never laid eyes on you ♪♪
♪♪ ♪♪
(maracas rattling)
‐(sirens wailing) ‐(people shouting indistinctly)
‐(horn honking) ‐PERSON: Look out!
‐(crashing) ‐(people screaming)
(jaunty guitar music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(dynamic music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(crackling)
You smoke now?
ANNA: Thought I would low‐key try it.
‐(Gregor coughing) ‐(flames whooshing)
(screeching)
‐(Anna exhaling) ‐(Gregor coughing)
Jesus. (coughs)
All right, well, I guess
I don't need to hide those anymore.
Mm‐mm.
Do you ever wonder if, like, uh‐‐
well, no, whatever, it doesn't‐‐
‐No, no. What? ‐Well...(sighs)
If we hadn't've broken up...
If I'd still be alive?
Wou‐‐yes.
‐I mean, yes, exactly. ‐(Anna chuckles)
If you hadn't've dumped me for that fitness freak,
you would never have been riding that ten‐speed
that turned out to be your hearse.
Oh, yeah, you hate cycling.
It's a gateway drug to veganism.
Plus, do you know where I was headed that night?
Claire's birthday.
Oh, God. Clairriere
You judge about her butt selfies,
but she is our generation's Ansel Adams.
Just replace the mountains with her butt cheeks.
I definitely would've told you not to go.
Oh, yeah, and I would've been like,
"Your antisocial behavior is suffocating me!"
‐(both laughing) ‐GREGOR: Yeah,
and then I'm like, "Well, stop trying to change me
into somebody I'm not!"
‐ANNA: Oh, cue my waterworks. ‐GREGOR: Yes,
which is my cue to just ignore you.
Until I throw my party clog
at the flat‐screen.
GREGOR: Yeah, and we both go to bed...
‐ANNA: Mm‐hmm. ‐GREGOR: And just lie there...
‐ANNA: Mm‐hmm. ‐GREGOR: Seething.
‐ANNA: No talking. ‐GREGOR: No.
‐ANNA: No touching. ‐GREGOR: No.
ANNA: Just us, together, staring at the ceiling.
GREGOR: Just tensely staring.
Safe and sound.
Yeah, safe and sound. Aww.
You know what? I think I'm gonna
go get a green smoothie or something.
Yeah, that's a good call.
(screeching)
NILUFER YANYA: ♪♪ Looking back ♪♪
♪♪ I see where I went wrong ♪♪
♪♪ ♪♪
‐PATRON: Thanks. ‐WAITRESS: Bye, guys.
Have a good night.
(dishes clattering)
(bell rings)
Hey, why don't you leave early tonight?
‐You sure? ‐Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I'll, um, I'll clean everything up.
All right. Sure.
Okay.
(upbeat music playing)
SINGER: ♪♪ With you, darling... ♪♪
(sighs)
Yo, can you turn the car on?
It's fuckin' cold in here.
Fuck.
Bro.
‐(phone buzzes) ‐(sighs)
CORY: I thought I told you to turn your phone off.
Did you? I thought you meant silent.
Why would I tell you to put your phone on silent?
So it doesn't ring during the holdup, like at a theater.
At a theater? No. Okay.
I asked you to turn it off
because your phone has GPS tracking.
Like, the cops, they could look at your map account
and see where you were.
‐Wha... ‐CORY: Like, right here.
During the robbery.
‐Oh, fuck. ‐Oh, God.
What do you want me to do about it?
I want you to listen to me when I tell you to do something.
I'm sorry, maybe you should've explained to be a little bit‐‐
I didn't know I needed to explain myself.
Well, clearly, you did have to explain, because now
‐I'm like a fuckin' asshole... ‐Okay.
With the fuckin' GPS on my phone,
and the cops could see where‐‐
CORY: Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up.
‐(engine revving) ‐(tires squealing)
(dance music playing)
MAC: Is that him?
No, it's the other guy in town who owns a Lamborghini.
There's two guys?
It's a pretty fuckin' nice car.
CORY: Yeah, it's sick.
God, he's a douche.
MAC: Fuckin' dumb shoes.
(bell rings)
‐Hey. ‐Hi.
How are you?
‐Good. Good. ‐(Lindsay chuckles)
‐Oh, yeah. ‐(Lindsay laughs)
Uh, let me just go close up quick.
Yeah.
Okay. All right. Let's go.
Ooh, fuck yeah.
Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah.
‐All right. ‐Fuck yeah.
‐Let's do this. ‐All right.
‐(sirens wailing) ‐(driver whooping)
‐(tires squealing) ‐(people exclaiming)
(strange percussive music)
♪♪ ♪♪
(engine revving)
(tires squealing)
♪♪ ♪♪
(speaking indistinctly)
♪♪ ♪♪
(slurping)
Jay, please do me three favors.
‐Take off your hat... ‐I can't.
‐Take off this enormous jacket. ‐Mm‐mm.
And please stop showing up so late.
Now, I respect you completely, Mrs. Haywood,
but, you know, it's...
♪♪ ♪♪
‐(shoes squeaking) ‐(inhales sharply)
♪♪ ♪♪
Casey, there you are.
I know you've been dipping into my hummus
in the break room fridge, and you know how I know?
Jay, I don't‐‐
Because it's got your essence all over it.
Yeah, all I gotta do is open the lid,
and it's like, wham, there's Casey.
You know, everything I smell on you:
wax, tar, bashfulness.
It's, like, right there in my face, and it's like,
why would this guy‐‐what do you want with my hummus?
Yes, and now I know,
because everybody wants my hummus.
Jay's hummus is the best hummus, right?
But...(chuckles)
It's not right, Casey.
It's not right that you can, you know,
go in there and‐‐and‐‐and‐‐ and eat my hummus‐‐
(intercom dings)
MRS. HAYWOOD: Jay, we need you
in the vacuum demo department.
‐Look, we're gonna have to... ‐MRS. HAYWOOD: Jay.
Uh, handle this little scandal later,
but, hey, listen.
It's not over.
Yeah, can we get some help here?
‐We're trying to‐‐ ‐Yes. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Hold on. Hold on, please.
(intercom dings)
Jay, you have customers waiting.
Would you please come
to the vacuum demo department immediately?
Oh, Freddie, there you are.
Freddie, let me ask you a question.
Can I see your bank statement, please?
Because I seen you studying me,
I seen you studying the way I move,
the way I handle myself in public,
and I know that you have got a patent out
on my lifestyle brand.
I know you call it the Jay Way and that you've been trying
to sell it to teens on the internet.
Well, guess what.
Freddie, it ain't gonna work. You know why?
Because I'm getting my law degree,
and, uh, I'm gonna sue you...
(slurps)
To get the patent back.
MRS. HAYWOOD: Oh, my God, Jay, vacuums, now!
(strange percussive music)
I swear to God, if he's not here, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna slit his throat over the demo rug
for everyone to see.
How can I help you folks?
Hey, I was just wondering what the difference
between the Pro Power and‐‐and the Pro Express is.
Ah, well, I will show you.
♪♪ ♪♪
Hey, Linda. Linda.
Do me a favor?
Never look me in the eye again, okay?
'Cause your stare is way too intense.
It's starting to make my hair fall out.
(slurps)
We don't want that.
Folks, as I was saying before,
I‐‐I am very excited to show you
the difference between the two models,
because they can easily be confused.
‐Eyes on Jay, everyone. ‐Here he goes.
JAY: I'm Jay.
Look at this. Dirt.
Earth.
That from which springs life.
(dramatic shimmering music)
Perfect for a garden...
(speech fading)
(no audible dialogue)
♪♪ ♪♪
(soft whirring)
♪♪ ♪♪
MRS. HAYWOOD: Jay, no.
Jay, no. No.
Don't do it.
Mrs. Haywood, I'm not feeling too good,
so I think I'm gonna head home.
See you tomorrow.
(strange percussive music)
♪♪ ♪♪
NILUFER YANYA: ♪♪ If you ask me ♪♪
♪♪ One more question ♪♪
♪♪ I'm about to crash ♪♪
♪♪ ♪♪
(beep)
(whirring)
‐MAN: Mitra. ‐MITRA: Hey!
MAN: Thanks for coming in. Oh.
‐We always love you. ‐Thank you.
MAN: So do your thing, but keep it grounded, okay?
‐Okay. ‐MAN: And go.
I'm Mitra Jouhari,
and I'm reading for Firewall.
MAN: All right, everybody, listen up.
Here's the plan: me and Santos are team one.
We'll enter the casino at 7:00 p. m.,
head to the freight elevator, and distract the guards.
Fingers, you're gonna slip ID cards
to Turk and Piston, who will drive 'em
as fast as they can to the safe house
and hand 'em off to the Best brothers.
Once you're done, hand 'em off to Johnny Hands‐‐
make it quick‐‐who will head back to the casino
and upload our Trojan horse file,
giving us access to their security system.
After that, it's up to Lau Chin.
Provided everything's gone to plan,
Lau will make his way through the water pipes
down to the toilet in subbasement D.
He'll put 'em directly next to the master vault.
Juice Girl, make sure you turn his eyeglasses
so Smash can talk Lau Chin through breaching the lock.
After that, Lau will open the elevator from his end
and me and Cables rappel down to help you extract the gold.
We'll all rendezvous at the near casino
in Transcend 15, where Wheels will scoop us in the hovercraft
to take us to Drills, who will take us the rest of the way
to Sweden in the subterranean tunnel tank.
Firewall, you hack their cameras
and shut down the aquatic alarms.
‐Got it? ‐Got it.
MAN: Oh, and before I forget,
everybody pack your bathing suits.
‐Wow... ‐(chuckles)
MAN: Okay, great job.
(chuckles) Yeah, so cool.
MAN: That was a great choice, Mitra.
‐Thank you. ‐MAN: Um...
let's try one more take.
Play it a little more real.
Remember, she's doing this for her family.
Yes‐‐okay. Yes. Okay. Yes.
‐MAN: Got it? ‐Thank you. Thank you.
‐Yes. ‐MAN: Action.
All right, everybody, listen up.
Here's the plan. Me and Santos are team one.
We'll enter the casino‐‐
‐(whirring) ‐(beep)
‐(siren wailing) ‐(person shouting)
‐(tires squealing) ‐PERSON: Move, move, move!
‐(crashing) ‐(beeping)
‐(people clamoring) ‐(beeping)
(poignant music)
♪♪ ♪♪
NILUFER YANYA: ♪♪ Hold back those tears ♪♪
♪♪ Hold back your fears ♪♪
♪♪ Hold back ♪♪
So how have you been?
(laughs) Uh, good, yo, you know.
Just livin' the dream.
Yeah?
‐It's crazy. ‐MANNY: Oh, shit!
Is that Dishwasher Dan?
‐What's good, baby? ‐MANNY: What's up, baby?
‐Yo. ‐I thought you left.
No, I was taking a huge dump.
So what's up, dawg?
Man, wish I listened to you about that Bitcoin shit.
You gotta take me on a spin in that Lambo.
(bell rings)
‐Hands in the fucking air! ‐LINDSAY: Oh, my God!
MAC: You fuckin' heard him! Hands up!
‐(smashing) ‐CORY: Hey, man.
Don't make me blow your fuckin' head off.
‐Hands are up. ‐Where's the Bitcoin, huh?
Just give us the Bitcoin, and we'll get out of here.
It was‐‐it was‐‐ it was in the computer.
‐(Lindsay panting) ‐MAC: What?
It's in the what?
DAN: It's in the computer in the hard drive.
CORY: Bullshit!
It's not‐‐not bullshit.
Okay, uh, Bitcoin is a consensus network‐‐
Blah, blah, blah, consensus, blah, blah, blah!
Don't try and fuckin' smart‐talk
your way out of this, man.
We want this, okay? We want the Bitcoins!
Okay, I‐‐that's a drawing.
There's no coins.
There's‐‐that‐‐ there's no coins.
Well, then, how the fuck do we get 'em?
Um, okay, well, first, you'd have to establish
a Bitcoin wallet‐‐ it's a 16‐digit address‐‐
and then I could get my computer.
I‐‐I can put it on‐‐
How the fuck can we get them right fucking now?
Okay, I'll give you the hard drive!
Fuckin' fuck!
DAN: Jesus, fuck, man!
CORY: Fuck. Get the goddamn laptop.
And you, empty the register.
We didn't agree to that.
(quietly) What?
Cory?
Uh, no.
Who's Cory?
Yeah, who the fuck is Cory, man?
Are you still dating this fool?
Lindsay.
If you were hard up for money,
I said I could help you out, but you gotta start
making better decisions with your life.
CORY: Okay, shut the fuck up, okay?
I don't know who no "Cory" is.
Hey, hey, all right.
Just take it easy, man.
All right?
Don't do anything stupid.
There's no point going to jail over this Bitcoin shit.
You don't even know what it is.
MAC: Shut up, dude!
We told you to shut the fuck up!
No, we're all struggling here!
You want me to blow your fuckin' head off?
‐It's not easy for anybody! ‐Fuck you!
‐Fuck you! Shut the fuck up! ‐DAN: Excuse‐‐excuse me.
Sorry, uh, if you guys want Bitcoin,
I‐‐I‐‐I can get you‐‐I can get you fuckin' Bitcoin, okay?
I can give you some, all right?
(all panting)
And I guarantee you, the value is just gonna...
(whistles)
Just crazy.
I mean, fuck, man, I was washing dishes back there
a year ago; look at me now, okay?
You want a Lamborghini?
You‐‐you want that shit?
(panting)
Bro, it is the ticket out of this shithole life.
Okay?
So put the‐‐put the guns down.
(whispers) Okay.
Fuck. Jesus.
‐(phone buzzes) ‐Oh.
‐(gun cocks) ‐(gunshot)
(gasping)
(whimpers) Oh, my God.
‐(ringtone playing) ‐LINDSAY: Why did you...
why did...
Mac, what the fuck, man?
This is exactly why I thought
I was supposed to have my phone on silent, man!
‐CORY: Fuck. Fuck! ‐(Lindsay hyperventilating)
CORY: Linds, grab some towels and‐‐
LINDSAY: Oh, no, Cory, I am done with you!
Okay? I'm fucking done!
‐CORY: Linds! ‐MAC: Fuck her, bro.
Let's just take the Lambo, all right?
‐CORY: Mac, shut the fuck up. ‐MAC: Dude!
Where are you going?
Bro, come back!
Bro!
(parts shattering)
(dramatic music)
♪♪ ♪♪
All‐time highs, bitch!
(dissonant music)
NILUFER YANYA: ♪♪ It's kind of like a prayer ♪♪
♪♪ If you ask me one more question ♪♪
♪♪ The way lovers do ♪♪
♪♪ It's kind of like a rhythm ♪♪
♪♪ If you ask me one more question ♪♪
♪♪ Kind of looks like you ♪♪
♪♪ Said if it's not too late ♪♪
♪♪ If you ask me one more question ♪♪
♪♪ I will make amends ♪♪
♪♪ Heavy like the water ♪♪
♪♪ If you ask me one more question ♪♪
♪♪ I can't swim against ♪♪
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ I believe in conversations ♪♪
♪♪ I believed your lies ♪♪
♪♪ I believe in revelations ♪♪
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ When it comes ♪♪
♪♪ To confrontation ♪♪
♪♪ You meet me outside ♪♪
♪♪ You said there had been an invasion ♪♪
♪♪ And you didn't mind ♪♪
♪♪ It's kind of like a presence ♪♪
♪♪ If you ask me one more question ♪♪
♪♪ It's kind of like an attitude ♪♪
♪♪ Can I learn your rhythms? ♪♪
♪♪ If you ask me one more question ♪♪
♪♪ Can I learn ♪♪
♪♪ The way you move? ♪♪
♪♪ It's kind of like a prison ♪♪
♪♪ If you ask me one more question ♪♪
♪♪ Way there's no ♪♪
♪♪ Swim against ♪♪
‐(clear music) ‐CHORUS: ♪♪ Yes ♪♪