The longer you're in the game, the more you know what really matters.
Lone wolves don't get far.
You need a crew.
You got to figure out who you can trust.
'Cause there's two sides to every story.
And neither one's really the truth.
-It's okay… -I'm so sorry.
-Dickens. -Yeah.
It's hard to know who deserves your loyalty.
-I'm Kate. -Laura.
If you're lucky,
you'll find someone else who sees the world like you see it…
…who wants the same things in the same ways.
You're a team.
The both of you against the world.
Or so you think.
Have a good one.
Because trust can be earned.
It can be given…
-and it can be stolen.
And once it's gone…
You have reached a number
that has been disconnected or is no longer in service.
…it's gone forever.
Took as much as I could carry.
If I were stronger, you'd be poorer.
That is about $2 million.
My associate took it from your box
at the Dunne & Company vault nine days ago.
Did you even know it was gone?
I don't believe we did, no.
You asked me to evaluate my competitors' security.
I've found it wanting.
Mmm.
And you recommend…
Uh, you and your partners have specific needs,
a diverse portfolio,
best kept in a certain amount of shadow,
physical assets in danger of theft, but also at the mercy of the elements,
I would suggest your only real shot at security and privacy
is the vault that I have built and perfected here at SLS.
Hmm.
See, Aldritch Dunne is a personal friend.
I've been banking there for 30 years.
-Hmm. -Loyalty is worthless.
Faith is dead.
At the end of the day, all it comes down to
is you versus the people who want what you have.
And the only thing that matters is,
can you manipulate them better than they manipulate you?
Only way to pull off the impossible?
Crew up with people you trust.
Or at least trust to do it right.
Stan! Your parrot shit in the kitchen again.
It's not mine. And it's not a parrot, Barbara.
It's an ariel toucan. Fifty left in the world.
Why's he got to be in the kitchen? I got my leggings party at 6:00.
I'm trading the bird to a guy in Williamsburg
for a case of Cheval Blanc '47,
which I'm going to trade for a Lotus from that dentist. That's why.
Stan. Stan. I got my eye doctor appointment at 3:00.
-I'll take you. -What's a Lotus?
-Last time we were late. -It's a car.
-Ma, don't come down. We got hours. -A car? Why do you need a car?
-Doctor don't like it when I'm late! -It's for a friend! You'll be on time!
Oh. Uh…
Super. Not a fan of the yelling.
Your parrot's going in the meat grinder, Stan.
The meat grinder.
One, you better check your tone when you talk to me.
Two, you are definitely cleaning up this bird shit.
And three, you're sleeping on the couch, Stan!
-You're sleeping on the couch!
I love you!
Mr. Rossi, Mr. Rossi, always kind and never bossy.
Got that little item for you.
Now, as far as customs knows, this is parmesan.
Not into larvae myself, but to each his own.
You need anything else, I'm your guy, okay?
-Thank you. -Thanks, Stan.
How about a kilo of magic mushrooms?
Depends on how long I got to grow 'em.
Two to five.
Time off for good behavior.
C'mere, you fuck.
-Oh!
Ah, what's up, boss? Oh, man.
-How you doing? -I'm still here.
-You all right? -Yeah.
So what's the score?
Why's it gotta be about a score? Maybe I came in for a ribeye.
I'm retired, Leo.
Ma's a mess and Barbara's on me like a hawk.
Don't get me wrong, man,
I would love nothing more than to bow out of this shitshow and mix it up,
but whatever you're cooking, I got to respectfully decline.
Seven billion dollars. Give or take.
So the vault's underground?
Yeah, deep, cased in steel-reinforced concrete.
That's fun. You drill through the door?
Three doors, cobalt-plated. That's just the appetizer.
-Bring on the main, baby. -Yeah, right.
To even approach the door, you got to get into a secure subfloor,
past biometric sensors laid into an uninterruptible power supply,
linked to security teams with military training,
who are armed, willing, and ready to use deadly force.
Still waiting for the punchline here, man.
The Triplets.
Oh, you mean the, uh, the arson brothers from Block D?
Oh, damn, I forgot about those guys.
-Crazy motherfuckers.
Nah. No, The Triplets are a different breed of criminal.
Cho-Young Woo,
lead shareholder of Jongo, Korea's biggest private bank.
They say he's Kim Jong-Un's nephew or cousin.
Nobody really asks.
Suzanne Grosvenor, Lead Banker at Duncan-Welsh.
Word is the Queen's got her on speed dial.
And Stefan Thiele,
Swiss CEO of Banque Brünner,
started by his great-great-grandfather in 1898.
Let's just say that their gold might still have a swastika or two on it.
Between them, they control half a trillion dollars.
Most of their money's in Europe.
But a few years back,
they took control of a fortune in unsecured bearer bonds.
Like the Die Hard thing?
Yeah. The Die Hard thing.
With unsecured bonds, you can't track who owns them.
Which is why people used to use them for all sorts of illegal shit.
So in 1982, the US government stepped in and said,
"All bonds got to be registered."
But the pre-'82 bonds that are still stranded out there in the wild,
they can still be cashed in, and that is what The Triplets have.
About $7 billion worth.
And they're all down in that vault?
Not yet. They're coming in from Europe.
The Triplets made a deal with the guy who owns the vault to put them down there.
He guarantees that it's weatherproof, shockproof, and thief-proof.
Yeah.
In a couple of months, we're gonna break in,
and take him for everything he's got.
Who's the mark?
Roger Salas.
Okay.
Settle down, everyone.
So it's a big win for the team.
Let's hear it for Hannah,
who did some, uh, pretty special work for us.
Now, we keep The Triplets happy, the rest of the town falls into line.
-Screw it up, we're working at Panera.
Carlos will do Level 4 background checks on all key personnel.
Andrew's team will handle audits of security protocols.
Anything feels amiss, you come to me.
This is rubber meets the road.
Either we rise or we fall.
Guys.
Hannah, take app vulnerability.
-Rajiv, source code review. -Piece of cake, boss man.
What do you think?
It's still impossible.
I mean, maybe with somebody on the inside. Maybe.
Let's assume I got that covered.
Can you source the gear?
Job like this comes to what, like…
half a million in seed money?
You pull that?
Yeah. I got a guy who works security for OTB in Garden City.
We cut him in, he'll make it an easy score.
-So we do a job to do a job. -Yeah.
Not for nothing, man, but…
You never cared about cars, or yachts, or whatever.
Why chance it?
Are you confused by a billion dollars?
Big win is a big risk.
We got a chance to fix everything that ever went wrong in our lives.
Look, the way I see it, all it takes is you, me, a driver,
a forger, security, and maybe a chemist.
If you could, just pick the one you saw run out of the depot.
I mean, that's a little tricky.
They're all sort of equally flea-ridden, you know?
Um…
Though I did hear him speak,
Um, I believe he said,
you'll have to excuse my French, um,
"I'm a fucking moron."
Perhaps you could instruct the gentlemen to say that and I could…
We're going to have you all say, "I'm a fucking moron."
-Number one? -Thank you.
I'm a fucking moron.
Number two.
I'm a moron. Fucking moron.
No. Maybe the next one?
Number three?
I'm a fucking moron.
Oh, that was a little fast, wasn't it? Uh, may I?
Number three, I'd love to really hear you sell the idiocy.
I want to know that you understand
how irretrievably stupid it was of you
to try to rob a FedEx depot in broad daylight,
that you should've listened to anyone who tried to stop you
and that you recognize your own ineptitude
in a deep, meaningful, spiritual way.
I am a fucking moron.
No. Um, number four?
Number four?
I am a fucking moron.
Maybe less of a fucking idiot next time? Yeah?
Next time you tell the cops you don't recognize anyone.
-Use your head. -You know what?
Next time I'll be sitting at home swiping left on your calls from county.
-You'll be swiping left on my calls… -This is not…
I can't fucking stand you, Bob.
Come here.
Give me a sec to have a chinwag with these blokes.
-Are you… -A second.
-Motherfucker. Yeah. -I love you!
Hey, Judy.
Stan.
You look amazing.
You…
Earring? It works.
-It's been a while, huh? -Yeah.
I didn't want to leave things the way we did…
-It's okay. -It's just that he…
Really.
-Uh… -I mean, for a while, it was…
But now it's just so good to see you.
Wowee.
Look who it is, eh?
What a lovely surprise.
Look, it's our old buddy, Stan.
-Hey, Bob. -Hey!
Did you know Stan was gonna be here?
-I didn't know… -She didn't.
She didn't know.
This is such a fun surprise to have you here, mate. Eh?
Especially after that conversation we had.
You remember the one. Where you should just stay in New York.
And yet, here you are. Huh? What a treat.
In Philly. In our town. My town.
Okay. Yeah. What are you doing here?
I got a guy who wants to see you.
Do I know him?
No, but you're going to want to.
Sure, come along too, Bob.
Dumb motherfucker.
Way I figure it, we'll need some lock burnouts.
Maybe some gas for the guards.
I've been playing with some fentanyl derivatives.
-What's the split? -Even-steven, across the board.
What about Bob?
What can I get you?
Oh, hey, Jenna. I actually had a question about the pork chop.
-Is it grass-fed or Niman Ranch-- -He'll have a burger. Same here.
-No, I'm good. -You're not gonna eat?
-I don't eat lunch. -What do you mean?
One meal a day, mate.
Keeps me sharp, you know, focused.
Rockets up the testosterone, too.
Well, today's meal is fucking lunch.
Burgers, all around.
Look, we're a package deal, me and the wifey here, yeah?
But you're in luck. Safes are my thing. So, tell 'em, babe.
He's very good.
Thank you. But we're all set. Leo's on safes.
Who, Shamrock Shake?
No offense, mate, but, uh, would you hire you for this job?
You have no fucking--
That's going to be two shares. One for her, one for me.
None of this community property bullshit, okay?
Do your job, you'll get your cut.
What about seed cash? I'm going to need gear.
Credit card skim I could set up. Get us a pretty decent score.
I got an OTB job set up for seed.
How do we know you can pull this off?
You don't. So you can stay here in Philly,
pulling off dime jobs and bailing out this asshole…
Alleged asshole.
…or take a long shot that puts you on top for good.
So this vault, you say there's biometrics, uninterruptible power supplies…
And ten other things that we don't know about. It's a nightmare.
Hell of a sales job, Leo.
But ask yourself, how do I know the things I do already know?
You've got eyes inside.
Someone punched through our firewall.
They used an app-suite whitelist to gain access.
I mean, smart, really.
Could be a grey hat doing it for fun.
Or The Triplets testing our system.
I shuttered the ports and set alerts in case they try again,
and I'll let you know if anything pops up.
Okay. No time's too late. And good work.
Thank you.
And, uh, that Junior VP position…
We'll have a decision soon enough. You just keep doing what you're doing.
Okay.
We have eyes on Andrew?
We don't. But we can.
It's not stress, because I'm not stressed.
Clearly.
There's just a lot going on.
They're doing more background checks.
So if you get a call, can you please just…
Oh, I'll just tell them you committed murder.
No, just please be normal. Thank you.
Okay, fine. But you are a thief.
Hmm? T-shirt? Hot Topic?
And Eomma still brings it up like, all the time,
which is just… Mwah! So yummy.
Hey, stop it.
Okay?
-You stress me out too. -I'm not stressed.
You work 18 hours a day for fun?
It's called a job, Liz. You might want to try it.
I have a job at The Collective.
A job that pays money.
Don't you wanna DJ in Berlin?
An immersive musical movement experience. Okay?
I'm not gonna explain the difference again.
Okay, that takes capital nonetheless,
so I can get you a job at the office.
You can put down some real money and save up.
Well?
Whoa.
Stress? Now, I'm stressed.
There's three of them now.
-Yeah, I know. It's a handful.
Half the time they're either fucking or fighting.
You allow that?
Why fight nature?
So Salas make the deal?
-About a month from now. -Mm-hm.
Triplets will be moving their bonds to SLS.
We need top people at every position to pull it off.
I just need you to get documents.
Okay. I'll get docs, set up shell companies,
fence the take.
And I can handle security.
I don't know if this is your speed.
You want to see something cool?
You want to see something cool.
Come on.
Hey, guys. Let's go.
Wow.
The armory.
You're pretty well-stocked.
Mm-hm.
Hmm.
-We look with our eyes, Leo. -Uh-huh.
-How many of these are registered? -Under whose name?
I'm not looking to go in hot.
Of course. Nobody is.
But success is 90% preparation and 10% ammunition.
Hey, I can outfit the entire crew.
Why do you want to do this?
Why do you?
Bucket list.
A billion dollars.
And a 25-year-old IOU.
Then we'll be square.
We'll be even.
We're gonna need a driver.
-Teddy G got busted last November. -Okay.
What about that guy with the, uh, birthmark?
-Clyde? -Yeah.
-Stage four liver cancer. -Shit.
-Mm. Yeah. -Gav Bentley?
Found God.
-Bastard.
-Hallelujah. -Yeah.
-Um… -How do you feel about repetitive banging?
Hmm.
How long does he go on for?
Uh, he'll stop if you tell him.
For a bit.
He's a good kid. Works around the shop.
I let him live in the trailer.
Knows his cars, knows his tech.
And you trust him?
I've put him into some jobs. He'll hold up.
Hmm.
-Oh, shit, sorry. Hey. Uh, whoa.
Hi, my boss isn't here… isn't here right now,
but, um, if you could maybe just come… come back at another time, I--
-Settle down, kid. She's with me. -Oh.
Cool. Hey, Leo. Uh, hi.
Leo tells me you can drive. Can you drive, RJ?
Yeah, of course, I can drive.
No, but can you drive?
Grew up racing 450s at Millville. Haven't lost since I was 12.
What about four wheels?
Cars, trucks, ATVs, what… whatever.
How about a van with custom suspension?
Yeah, sure.
How about a van with custom suspension,
overload bump stops, going 90,
loaded up with 4,000 pounds of loose cargo?
Hmm?
What the hell are you guys planning?
Well, that's a big old clusterfuck.
There's no such thing as an unbeatable vault.
Never mind the vault,
it's the shit before the vault we got to worry about.
And the angry men with guns who don't like when you get too close.
Is anyone gonna tell this kid to shut up
'cause I'd love to have a crack at it.
Just let him be, man. He's thinking.
Hey!
What's the RJ stand for?
Oh, it's, uh, it's Roy Jr.
Your name's Roy Jr. Jr.?
Oh, yes. It's really nice to meet everyone.
Seems like a nice group, um, and…
Um…
Why is this guy here?
I ask myself the same thing every day.
I'm here to get you inside the vault. Why are you here?
To keep us from ending up inside a cage.
Where you belong.
Ooh.
Really?
-Bob. -My God.
Oof.
Salas is arrogant.
He thinks money and technology will protect him.
That's our in.
He goes high-tech, we go low.
Okay, I'm gonna need a full raft of acids. Yeah? Aqua regia, Caro's…
You got a list, I'll be your Santa.
Santa? Okay, cool. So, uh, what's, what's your protocol, Santa?
Do I have to sit on your lap?
-What? No, I mean…
He makes little kids sit on his lap,
but he doesn't make them, 'cause that…
Hey, Santa, how about you worry about getting me a couple practice safes?
What else?
We'll need cash. A lot of it.
Well, that's easy.
I was talking to my mate Taco yesterday.
Do you guys know if you slip and fall in a Wawa,
you can get, like, 20K?
-What? -Hey…
Oh, fuck off.
Everybody make your lists. We'll take it from there.
Hey, Roger. Do you have a second?
Sure.
I was investigating the security breach
and it looks like it happened locally in the office.
-Someone who works here? -Would've shown up in the logs.
But what if someone adjusted the whitelist data?
You've got a lot of other work to do.
Stay on it, go with your gut.
Does Andrew seem weird today?
No, he's just a dick.
Don't be a dick.
So what do you want me to say?
It was a waste, he got sued for it. What's the big deal?
What are you talking about?
No one asked him to write it!
-Uh, it's a classic, all right? -E.T. already had a theme song.
If Neil Diamond wants to write a theme song,
you take that theme song. Back me up here.
All right, all right, everybody just settle down.
Where are we on the lists? What's the number all in?
It's 350K. A lot to come up with on short notice.
Who's feeling lucky?
Any given day, Garden City Off-Track Betting takes in about $3 million.
Most of that goes back out.
But the security office holds a million in reserve at all times.
And I know an easy way in.
There's five parts to the plan.
We'll have to find that money elsewhere.
Ain't that a bitch.
What the fuck is the world coming to?
If we go bare bones, I can maybe get the list to 300K?
Nobody's going to front us that money.
-Ava? -No.
I'm not that liquid. Couple months?
We don't have that kind of time.
So we're going to leave behind $7 billion 'cause we can't raise a quick 300K?
It looks that way.
Well, there's always Diamond Way.
Oh, so now you fuckwits are all ears.
Ninety percent of all diamonds entering the States
come in at 47th Street between Fifth and Sixth Avenue.
They call it Diamond Way.
It kicked off during World War II
when the Jews got out of Amsterdam
and brought the business to Midtown.
These days it's Russians, Hasids, Israelis, South Asians.
Twenty-four billion in revenue a year, and the balls to back it up.
There's 4,000 security cameras on street level.
Not to mention, the undercover security trying to front as tourists.
None of this sounds low-profile.
Well, chief, sometimes you got to break a few eggs.
Mm!
Fuck, this is good chicken.
It's the white sauce. Trade secret. Special ingredient is sumac.
Did you just explain sumac to me, white boy?
Mm.
Eyes on the guards?
Red shirt, not even trying. Gray jacket, ten feet down.
On the other side?
My guy is standing with his hands in his pockets, totally chill.
That's how chill people stand.
And his friend's window shopping with his whole back. That's normal.
Are we sure this is gonna work?
Only one way to find out.
Okay, guys, stick to the plan. Get in. Get out.
Here goes nothing.
Ninety seconds. Go. Now.
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Seventy seconds!
Setting up the charges.
Clear!
Thirty seconds!
Ten seconds!
Time's up. Everybody out.
Come on. We're done here. Let's go! Come on, let's go! Come on!
Just give me one fucking second.
Bob. Listen to him. Get out.
Bob! We have what we came for. Let's go, let's--
-Let's go. -I got him.
-Stan! Stan! -I got him.
Come on! We gotta go! We gotta go! Come on, let's go!
Don't you ever touch me!
-He's there! -Hold it right there!
Stan, let's leave now!
Hey, this is RJ, I'm heading up Sixth.
Guys, I'm pulling over on 47th. Can't stay here much longer, guys.
Okay, we're heading into the subway underpass.
See you on the other side.
Come on, come on.
-They're here! -Come on!
Let's go! Let's go, come on!
-Come on! Come on! Get in!
-Get in! Move it!
-Come on! -Baby, come on!
Shit, Bob! Fuck!
He still hasn't answered.
Better not to have that bastard.
There's a reason it only lasted a few weeks, right?
It would be nice if he had an ounce of interest in his child.
So, are you…
going to give birth?
I don't know…
Everything would have to change,
like, a different job, a different life.
Somewhere calm.
We're getting breaking news.
Shots were fired and smoke grenades were set off in the Diamond District
on 47th Street in Midtown Manhattan,
where a brazen…
That's the right way to make money.
How about a decent job?
Make a decision on that?
Baby mama's going to be lecturing me about decisions?
-Is that what's happening here? -Okay.
-Yeesh! -Hey!
No, no, no!
I've got it. Got it, I've got it.
Yeah!
Vicodin.
-How we looking? -Solid. Real solid. Separate it out…
-God, are those tendons? -Yeah.
I bet they're tendons.
Can you make a fist?
What do you think? You think I can make a fist?
Not much more I can do.
You said you knew what you were doing!
You want to do it? You do it!
I never said I was a hand surgeon!
We wouldn't be in this position if he hadn't been such a greedy fuck.
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all!
Ah! Fuck!
-Can he crack a safe with one hand? -That's the $7 billion question.
Mm-hm.
Ta-da.
You want me to post up here?
"Oh, my God! Thank you, Hannah."
"This is so great. It's a life-changing opportunity."
Okay. I don't talk like that.
Sort the mail.
Bring any high-volume print documents down to the office…
So I'm moving paper. I'm like a paper mover?
That's… that's what's happening. It's also loud as hell in here.
-Here's your start gift. -Ooh!
These are the Pros. Okay.
-Oh, my God. Cool. -Mm.
Hey. Roger wants to see you.
Gotta go.
-I love you. -I love you.
I'm gonna put this up in 3A.
Good luck.
Okay, no sense beating around the bush. Rajiv, congratulations.
Hannah, you'll now report to Rajiv.
Now, your first task as Junior VP is to tell me about rubber duckies.
It's an injectable keyboard. Usually planted into a USB drive.
What's it used for?
To execute commands automatically wherever it's plugged in?
Correct. And one of them was used to pull data off our servers.
We traced the IPv6, cross-referenced it
with the MAC address you found,
the source of the leak that you located.
Rajiv, do you find it interesting that Hannah,
who is a security penetration expert,
raised the red flag on a device
that she'd be in a position to program and use?
Now keep in mind you're now her supervisor so answer accordingly.
Uh, yes?
And yet you were dismissive of her concerns.
Oh, no. I… I just felt that caution…
Rajiv couldn't have been involved.
Oh, I'm aware.
I've had Carlos watching you both for the last week.
What we did is, we put a poison pill inside the data.
That way, anyone tried to take anything out,
it'd automatically be back-traced, and that way we got a name.
I got Carlos to do a search of the suspect's office.
Empty your bag.
What? I don't understand.
This is ridiculous.
Uh, yep, fine, here.
I don't know what you expect to find.
I've never seen that before.
Your desk is packed, your belongings are in the lobby.
No, I swear, I had nothing to do with this.
Hannah, tell them. Rajiv…
We'll tell that you left to spend time with your family.
You say one word to anyone about infiltrating our system,
and I'll ruin the lives of anyone you looked at.
Hannah, a word. Close the door.
-Hell of a week, huh? -Uh, Andrew, I… I…
Relax, Hannah. Breathe.
How long have we been working together?
Uh, almost eight years?
Well, I think it's about time for some new responsibilities.
Didn't Rajiv just get the job?
Yeah, as Junior VP.
Now Andrew's gone, we need a new Senior VP.
Someone I can trust.
Do you not want the job?
No, I… Yes. Yes, I do.
Pregnancy is not an issue. Not for me. Unless it is for you.
You switched to decaf.
Sakura did the same when she was pregnant.
Um…
No, it will not affect anything.
Family affects everything.
Make sure it doesn't cloud your judgment.
I'll have Carlos set you up with a new security clearance.
Thank you, Roger.
Looks smaller every time.
And the days go by faster and faster.
Walk with me.
-What's their story? -Don't.
Oh, come on. You used to love it. You used to practically beg me--
I'm in. Senior VP.
I can get photos and key cards, but I won't have full access.
Not a concern.
I can't get alarm specs or the key, or temperature codes.
-Roger keeps that to himself. -We got the back door.
You're in the right place at the right time.
-The timing's wrong. -No, it's our only shot.
You know whose bonds these are?
There's no sense in stealing from the poor.
The Triplets aren't people you can take their stuff
and walk into the night.
They'll find you. They'll kill you.
I'm pretty good at not being found.
Let's say you pull it off and somehow don't end up dead. Then what?
World's a better place.
-I almost think you believe that. -What's not to believe?
Roger goes down, SLS collapses…
-That's the idea. -…along with my career.
I'm not like you. I…
How's it look if the vault gets cracked after I take the job?
You'll be rich.
I could stop you.
I know your plans.
This ain't about my plans.
This is about our plans.
-Oh. -Yeah, no, look.
Seven years we've been talking this up.
Seven years, and you don't say boo,
and now we get right here, right on the edge, and you…
If there is something else going on, something I need to know…
Mm-mm.
You're doing this.
No, we're doing this.
Loyalty is worthless.
Faith is dead.
At the end of the day, it will always come down to you
versus the people who want what you have.
And the only thing that matters is…
can you manipulate them better than they can manipulate you?