[metallic clicking]
[upbeat music playing]
[Leo] This is who we're up against.
Roger Salas, head of SLS,
the largest financial security firm on the East Coast.
He believes he's untouchable.
He is wrong.
His family believes he lived a good, clean life.
His family is wrong.
The world believes he is a titan of industry
and a man of virtue.
The world has no idea who he really is.
It will take seven jobs to beat him.
Seven jobs between us and everything we ever wanted.
We thread that needle,
we're kings and queens.
Job one. 505 Wall Street.
SLS encodes RF transmitters into its armored trucks.
It's the only way down into the loading dock.
We can clone it as long as we stay close.
If we don't get the code before the truck goes in...
- [tires screech] - [horn honking]
...there is no job two.
[device trilling]
If anyone clocks us...
Bang. We're dead.
Move it along.
[Leo] Roger wins. We lose.
Move it, now.
[beeps]
[Leo] Job two. Getting into SLS.
It starts with a series of doors manned by armed guards
and two elevators with restricted access.
One for valuables...
and one for clients.
All of it under video surveillance, recorded and uploaded 24/7.
Job three. Two more armed guards with military training in the lobby.
[Roger] Welcome to SLS.
You've met, uh, Hannah Kim, the head of digital security.
- I'm sorry, uh, Bob, am I bothering you? - [cell phone chimes]
Uh, Chiefs are up by six.
[chuckles] Oh, yeah. Chiefs are up by six?
Yeah.
Okay, people. This is where it gets tricky.
Oh, this is where it gets tricky.
Here we are. The vault hallway.
Job four is the hallway door.
We have a card for that, so we should be good.
Once it's open, job five.
We will have gear.
We will have to move silently.
And the biggest problem of all is as soon as the door opens,
it activates a multi-matrix biometric gait recognition unit.
- [Bob] Which for the non-nerds means what? - [Leo] The system recognizes your walk.
Anybody who's not supposed to be here, the cameras will pick it up.
And we can't black them out? Smoke it?
Motion. Infrared.
So you're saying we've got to be invisible and if we can't, then...
Gates come down, guards come in.
Dead. Yeah, right. Uh... I'm just really concerned about the hall...
The hallway is job five.
Next, job six.
Opening the vault door and turning off the temperature sensors.
Roger uses a three-part security, something you are...
[electronic beeping]
[automated voice] Commence, Roger.
...something you have and something you know.
The code turns off the temperature monitors.
[Stan] So, how do we get the code?
- [alarm beeping] - [machinery whirring]
We don't.
Only Roger knows it, and he changes it every day.
The moment we come in, the temperature will start to rise.
And once it gets above 73 degrees...
- We're fucked. - Diabolical.
Life in prison, got it.
Yeah. We can get by everything else, but not that.
Unless, you've put in a backdoor.
[Leo] Hmm.
Did you tell them you put in a backdoor?
I put in a backdoor.
A software patch that allows us to disable the temperature sensors.
Without that, we'd never have a shot at getting inside.
This is the most secure vault
on the East Coast, in the United States.
Maybe in the world.
My own personal safe is right there.
I wouldn't trust it anywhere else.
From this moment on, your assets are 100% secure.
There is no one and nothing
that can get inside this vault, unless I want them to.
[beeps]
[Leo] And finally, job seven.
We crack the safes, extract the bonds,
haul them upstairs into the truck, all in about an hour.
And no one's the wiser.
She basically robs herself.
[Bob] Can I please have my phone back?
They fucking lost.
Uh, Suzanne and Woo will be in town tomorrow.
I've got a cocktail party at the council. You should join.
I'll check my calendar.
We did it.
I did it. [laughs]
I'm dodging cars. I'm jumping curbs. It's full on GTA.
This guy pulls up to me, he's all strapped.
He's about to kill me and...
Yeah. [sniffles]
[man speaking indistinctly on TV]
Um, why don't you go work on the truck?
Mmm. Yeah, good... Great idea. Good.
[Ava] Yeah. [chuckles softly]
The kid just wanted a nice word.
He can have all the nice words once we're finished.
[cell phone vibrates]
[device beeping and warbling]
[tuning fork humming]
[RJ humming]
[Judy] Yeah. Good.
RJ, you're gonna wanna stack this shit so it's even.
This seems like four feet high.
- It's gonna fall and crush your feet. - Cool.
Why don't we carry them out?
[Judy] Every bond's worth 100K, right?
So that's 70,000 pieces of paper.
Assume each bond is five grams.
That's 350,000 grams, which is 771 pounds.
Factor in the weight of the cases, you're talking nearly a ton.
I didn't hear a word you said 'cause you're so sexy when you do maths.
Oh, yeah? Just when I do maths?
- When you do anything. - There's more.
- Will you give me some maths? - What kind of maths do you want?
No, it's... it's nice seeing a couple show affection after so many years,
I mean, my parents didn't really touch.
I don't think it's shaped my views on intimacy, but it's hard to know.
Why is the mop still talking?
- [Judy] Leave him alone. - Leave him alone?
Are you gonna say that when he gets us caught with his chirping?
Little budgie?
[imitates chirping]
Least I got two good hands.
You got two good hands, have you?
Got two fucking good hands?
- You got shit fucking feet though. Huh? - [Judy] Hey!
What's going on out here?
[groans] Sorry, Mr. Jenkins. We won't play in the yard anymore!
All good, Leo. Yeah, got it covered, so... so no worries.
Hey, guys. Play nice. I'll be back.
Yeah, I understand,
but I cannot give you information I don't have.
So there's nothing to report, okay? I'll be in touch.
You heading out to Roger's place?
Yeah. Gotta jam the cameras, set up the facial scan.
Maybe you should send Judy. And you stay here.
No, that's not something I'm trusting to anybody else.
It's gotten personal.
Ever been anything else?
They're your fucking problem now. Fucking bees.
[bees buzzing]
[narrator] The queen bee is the female leader of the colony.
She communicates her directives with pheromones
and where she goes, the other bees follow.
Worker bees are all female...
God damn it.
I don't know why I bother to order lengua. They always fuck it up.
[pops]
[bottle cap clatters]
So, I was thinking, maybe I should be strapped for the heist, like you guys.
You...
[both laughing]
You, um... You don't need a gun for this, hon.
Yeah. No, you're right. But, what if, like, shit goes down?
What kind of shit is gonna go down in your world, exactly?
I don't know, like, a guard comes out,
and he's like... [in British accent] "Oi, what are you doing?"
Why are the guards British?
[in normal voice] I don't know, it could be any...
No, you gotta drive us there, load the van, drive us home.
There's... there's no gun.
Okay, yeah, we'll put a pin in it
and circle back on the gun stuff, but yeah.
- Oh. - Mmm-hmm?
[coughing]
[RJ] Mmm-hmm.
[instrumental music playing on speakers]
[indistinct chatter]
Do you know these people?
We will soon enough.
I hope I can help make a good impression.
You couldn't make a bad one if you tried.
[suspenseful music playing]
[tape rips]
[Stan] Here's your happy ending.
We pull this off, I'm buyin' me a vineyard in Portugal.
Grow some grapes.
Sell some wine down at the restaurant and drink the rest.
Just me and someone special.
- So your mother then? - [laughs]
At least I got dreams, asshole.
[Bob chuckling]
This asshole's got dreams, don't worry about that.
I'm going to post up in the Bahamas. [sighs]
Fucking pink sands as far as the eye can see.
We pull this off, I got my eye on Butch Vig's original 1965 Ludwig.
It's a drum set.
- You could buy a million drum sets. - A drum set.
I'll get you ten myself.
Thanks, but this one Butch played on when he was with Garbage.
It's in the Wisconsin Historical Museum, but, you know, money talks.
[coughs] Idiot.
He can dream however he wants, you know?
What are you gonna do, Judy?
There's this small mountain town in Mexico,
Angangueo. Um...
My dad took me there when I was a kid.
It's where, um, monarch butterflies go in winter.
They, uh...
They spend the whole year traveling, like, thousands of miles,
but they only live, like, three weeks,
just enough to lay an egg.
And then, the last ones hit Angangueo
and they live, like, eight, nine months.
Like, they know they're the end of the line, you know, they're...
carrying the torch as far as it will go.
So, um... So, yeah, that's... that's where I'd go.
Beautiful.
Sounds like you'll be lying on those pink sands all alone, Bob.
You have something to say, cunt? Huh?
Huh? Something to say, spit it!
You little piss-head cunt,
I'll dig a hole for you, you pussy cunt!
- Hey... - Fuck off!
- [Judy] What the fuck? - No, Judy, come on, I...
[yells]
Hey, hey. Hey.
Every fucking time with this guy, every time!
- I know. Bob, don't. - Every time with this guy.
- He doesn't matter. - I'm fucking trying.
- Hey, breathe. Breathe. - [inhales sharply]
- I'm trying, I'm trying. - I...
- I'm trying. I'm sorry. - ...love you.
- I love you. - I'm sorry. You know that.
I'm sorry.
Don't scare me like that.
I don't like it when you scare me like that.
[Bob sighs]
- Listen to me. Listen. - Mmm-hmm.
The second we get our hands on those bonds...
Mmm?
...we fucking take it all.
- Yeah? - Okay.
We're gonna set ourselves up.
Just you and me, baby. Yeah?
Just you and me.
- Yeah, of course it is. - Forever.
Yeah, of course. I love you.
I love you.
[moaning]
[Bob] Oh, yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
It seems a little dangerous.
No, surprisingly simple and already worked out.
With very little risk on your end.
[Stefan] Hmm.
Ah. [chuckles]
I'm glad you made it.
As am I. Stefan, my wife Sakura.
I was telling Mr. Thiele here about our asset protection plans.
Hmm. Here I am thinking this is a night of relaxation.
[chuckles]
- A word? - Of course.
[suspenseful music playing]
[pills rattling]
[sighs]
[chuckles] Look at this. All three of you in the same place.
Listen, while I have you...
I wanted to mention,
I've been, um, exploring some options for European expansion.
We want you to move our bonds.
I just moved them into the vault.
What he means to say is that we would like you to assist us
in exchanging them for a different type of asset.
Yes, a cleaner type.
Their origin is, uh... [chuckles] problematic.
Discretion and speed would be greatly appreciated.
Well, I'm not really set up for that sort of thing.
Unfortunately, we've got a bit of a spotlight on us at the moment.
Government's looking far too hard at every, uh, transaction we make.
But a man such as yourself...
Respected, connected, at an arm's length distance, you see?
[sighs]
Well, I can't just, uh, make $7 billion disappear overnight.
I mean, I'm sure you...
I'm sure you appreciate how difficult it is to...
tidy up that amount without setting off alarm bells.
Well, you are a resourceful man.
[chuckles]
I expect you will find a way to, uh, be helpful.
["The Bottom Line" playing]
♪ But is that the way you feel, yeah ♪
♪ Things you do for me ♪
♪ Are supposed to be satisfying ♪
♪ But I always end up crying ♪
♪ You can't build a dream ♪
♪ On lies and schemes ♪
♪ 'Cause it's all the bottom line ♪
♪ You see, it's all the bottom line ♪
[cell phone ringing]
[ringing stops]
[phone ringing]
- Who is this? - [distorted voice] Check your email.
[cell phone chimes]
What do you want?
I want you to know that nothing you have is safe.
Your family, your identity, your precious vault.
I'll be in touch.
[line disconnects]
I want a run-through on every system.
Not just SLS, but all 505 Wall.
Also, can you trace an encrypted email?
Uh, depends on how many proxies. Everything okay?
Just trying to protect our clients' assets.
The Triplets are not people you wanna upset.
They seemed pretty nice to me.
Some of these kinds of people, you cross them the wrong way,
you're walking down the street, someone brushes you,
three blocks later you drop dead of a heart attack.
- Keep your distance. - Okay.
Go run the security checks.
Liz. Liz.
Liz. Hey.
Hold my calls, please.
This is from management. They're giving them to everyone, so... Ugh.
My darling sister, dance with me.
[Liz vocalizing]
[Liz] Because I am going above and beyond.
I got my own little corner, got my paper stacked up.
When I go to the warehouses up town,
grab more boxes, add it to the pile, you see?
Look who's been a busy little bee.
You gotta make time to make bank, am I right?
- [chuckles] - My Fitbit's ready to commit suicide.
Just so you get it done right.
Mmm. Worried your sister's gonna leave you in the dust?
I'm worried my kid sister is going to forget why she's here.
- Don't... Come on. - I love you.
Are you coming? Only 137 more offices to go.
I will see you at home.
Cool, cool, cool.
- [line rings] - [receptionist on phone] Mr. Salas.
There's a Mr. Graham Davies on the main line?
Says it's urgent.
Put him through.
[line ringing]
Who is this?
[distorted voice] 4.3 million.
What? No. [chuckles] That's ridiculous. I can't...
You thought this would be painless.
You don't know real pain.
There's an account number in your email.
Look.
- You have three days. - [line disconnects]
Hello?
[knock at door]
Yeah?
Hey. Um...
I think I may have found something.
I was running system analysis
and it looks like if the system is accessed in a very specific order,
it could cause a fault in the vault's temperature sensors.
[Roger] Mmm-hmm.
It's almost like a backdoor.
You saying someone did this deliberately?
It looks more like a glitch to me.
[electronic beep]
It... it looks like it?
Which is it? A glitch or a fucking backdoor?
[Rajiv] Uh...
This system was installed seven years ago when we first built the vault.
So unless you believe someone has been biding their time,
waiting years to spring some elaborate trap,
then bad firmware is just bad firmware.
Fix it.
We're on it.
And, hey... Can I please call you an eye doctor?
Sure.
I do have an account number, so we'll track the bastard down.
I'll ask Hannah to trace it.
No, no. Just...
I don't want anyone else involved.
This guy, he, uh... he knows who I am.
Everybody knows who you are.
No.
He knows who I am.
Just get me a name.
[tense music playing]
[man] Try to keep your eyes wide open, please.
[machine whirring]
Where's Dr. Lowe?
Dr. Lowe had an emergency.
Which I believe was the back nine at Forest Park.
- Lucky bastard. - Hmm.
Eyes ahead, please.
[machine beeps]
Good. [grunts]
Turn the lights on, please.
Yeah.
Yeah. Looks like a simple bacterial infection.
Two drops in each eye, every two hours.
Should be feeling fine by morning. If not, just give me a call.
Thank you.
[footsteps approaching]
The backdoor's closed.
What are you talking about?
I was running some checks at the office. The bypass is gone.
No, it can't be.
I had it placed years ago, I paid the manufacturer 50 large.
I don't know what to tell you.
It's gone.
[Ava sighs]
Salas must have found it and closed it up.
Maybe something spooked him.
What, you looking at me?
I got in and out of his place clean and proper.
[inhales sharply]
There's no way we could pull this off.
We're gonna have to shut it down.
[in Spanish] Maybe it's not that bad.
[in English] He had pictures of his family.
In his house.
His wife, his son.
They're... happy.
They don't know who he was or what he did.
I wonder if he even remembers anymore.
He has everything, Ava.
And all I have is a way to make things even.
And now?
He wins.
So, I'm pretty sure it's a bad fucking thing.
[inhales sharply]
Welcome to Setec Data Recovery. You have an appointment?
No, I don't think you're expecting me.
Hey, uh, Greg.
Can you, um, check on that shipment from Tully?
You are good. I'll give you that.
That's why I hired you.
I'm a hell of a judge of talent.
But you overplayed your hand.
4.3 million?
It's almost my exact net worth.
If you don't count the fact that I'm leveraged up to the hilt.
That meant former employee, someone with a grudge,
someone who could hack into my personal info,
track me all the way back to Jersey.
Put them all together, that spells you, Andrew.
Did you really think that blackmailing me was your best option?
You didn't think I was going to figure it out?
What was I supposed to do? See where I'm working?
I had no choice. You ruined my name all over town.
You're a thief. That's what happens to thieves.
Christine. Remember her?
Yeah, she left me.
She... She took our son.
You should've thought of that before you stole from me.
I didn't steal anything!
I'm happy that we're getting this chance to talk, just me and you.
No calls or emails, no fucking texts. Just man to man.
What I'm here to tell you is that from me, the only thing you get is a warning.
Just this one chance. I hope you take it.
I gave you a number.
And a deadline and a consequence.
How do you think The Triplets are gonna feel
when they find out who you really are?
Oh, Andrew.
They hired you because you're clean.
[sighs]
A port in a storm.
But if they get a call, or a text, or an email...
Or if the SEC gets a call. Or the FBI.
Andrew.
$4.3 million. Three days.
- Hey. - I'll be with you in one second.
[man] Yep.
Hey.
If it doesn't work out, we're always hiring.
[dramatic music playing]
See ya.
[beeps]
[elevator dings]
[beeps]
[elevator dings]
[grunting, choking]
[sighs]
Hey.
[man] Hi.
See the storm?
[man] Yeah. Shit.
They start out in Africa, you know that?
Fucking dust storms in the Sahara.
Turn into these monsters.
Once in a while, one just gets bigger, you know.
Pick up enough wind, heat, and rain.
Drag thousands of miles across the open ocean.
When you see it on the news and it...
kind of looks like inevitable.
No matter where you picked it up or how long you've been tracking,
it's always going to happen.
You don't know which ones are gonna die
and which ones are going to grow up to be fucking giant monsters,
you know, staring you down.
There's nothing you can do, you just...
go out in the wind and the rain.
Just face the storm.
Pray that when the whole thing blows over,
you're still fucking standing, you know?
Right?
[suspenseful music playing]
We're going to use the hurricane.
No one knows what you're talking about.
The backdoor was designed to get past the temperature sensors.
No backdoor, no way past it.
Until now. Show 'em.
Okay, this is a penny. This is cesium azide.
You're going to want to step back.
Back.
More.
Guys, I'm wearing goggles and gloves, yeah?
Just fucking fuck off. Three steps. More. Good.
- [explosion] - [Ava] Wow!
- Holy moly. - Yep.
How the fuck does that help us?
Imagine much bigger pennies.
So, it's like a gun?
[Judy] Yeah, like seven guns all firing at once.
Pure cesium oxidizes like a motherfucker.
It's way too unstable, so I developed a derivative.
It doesn't oxidize as easily,
but still with a low ionization energy, the sublimation point...
No one gives a fuck. Um...
We need a shit ton of water.
- Where do you get this shit? - Etsy.
New York City has given us a gift.
Water tunnel number one.
Built in 1917. Ten feet in diameter.
Empty for decades.
It runs right underneath the Wall Street subway station.
You get three or four inches of rain in there,
that station turns into Niagara Falls.
And during a hurricane with storm surge?
It would flood.
That same tunnel runs just above the vault.
So we wait for the subway to flood
and then we blow the bottom with C4
and we direct the water into the tunnel above the vault.
Right where it hits the right amount of cesium in the right places,
exploding and sending the metal slugs through the vault roof,
which smashes apart their little temperature sensors.
Backdoor back open.
That is... [chuckles] It's intricate.
[Judy] Mmm-hmm.
And if you're wrong?
Well, either it won't do much of anything or it'll explode and kill us all.
But I just stay outside with the truck, right?
- [chuckles] Yeah. - [Leo] We meet back here after it's done.
If it goes south, the cabin at Tupper Lake. Three days.
This is a bust out move. Nothing clean about it. No going home.
Ava will get new IDs to hand out at the meetup
and that is who you will become forever.
We are taking money from some of the most powerful people on earth.
This is the only way we get to enjoy it.
It's crazy, right? This feels crazy.
Maybe. Vineyard worth finding out?
My hand's not ready.
Can you guide Stan on the second dial?
[sighs]
This is going to take a lot of work.
We move now.
Or... we forget about it forever.
We could just go back to... whatever we had before.
[marker clatters]
[man on radio] Let me stress that we are ordering these evacuations
for the safety of all of the New York City residents
who live in these areas.
[beeping]
- [alarm beeping] - [machinery whirring]
[device beeping and warbling]
[metallic clicking]
Brad, Mom says you want to take next semester off.
I don't need to go to class. Not learning anything anyway.
You two should just get comfortable.
[reporter] We're beginning to see winds picking up...
Toby. It's happening. Tonight.
In the middle of a hurricane?
Got a text from our favorite mole.
It's happening at 505 Wall Street. Come on.
Hey, that's a massive building. Nothing more specific?
That's all I was given.
Okay, well, let's work a quick list
of every possible target and lockdown a stakeout.
If you want to catch the bastards, this is going to be our shot.
Let's go!
[man on TV] They are ready to respond.
If this storm hits in full strength, it may take days to repair all the damage.
[cell phone vibrating]
[sighs]
Mr. Thiele, what can I do for you?
[Stefan] Have you given some thought to what we discussed?
Uh, yes, I've... I've given it some thought and I think there's something...
Frankly, I assumed that a man of your background
would have had less of an issue with this.
Of my background?
Before Roger Salas became Roger Salas.
Did you think we'd get into business with someone
without knowing everything about them?
I don't know what you've heard,
but that life, that is way behind me.
I appreciate a man with secrets.
Especially when I know them.
That shows me he can keep mine.
Let's speak after the storm.
Maybe you'll have better news for me then.
[thunder crashing]
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[thunder rumbling]
Hey.
You should have one. Just in case.
Yeah, yeah, cool, thanks.
Okay, yeah, no, it's not a toy.
- Yeah, yeah. - [chuckles]
What... [chuckles]
Take care of yourself, okay?
Yeah, yeah, you... you too.
[thunder crashing]
[Judy] What are we doing, Leo?
Hey, what's the story, big man?
Let's go.
[metallic clicking]