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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...

...there is no job two.

If anyone clocks us...

Bang. We're dead.

Move it along.

Roger wins. We lose.

Move it, now.

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.

Welcome to SLS.

You've met, uh, Hannah Kim,
the head of digital security.

I'm sorry, uh, Bob, am I bothering you?

Uh, Chiefs are up by six.

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.

- Which for the non-nerds means what?
- 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...

Commence, Roger.

...something you have
and something you know.

The code turns off
the temperature monitors.

So, how do we get the code?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Um, why don't you go work on the truck?

Mmm. Yeah, good... Great idea. Good.

Yeah.

The kid just wanted a nice word.

He can have all the nice words
once we're finished.

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?

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?

- Leave him alone.
- Leave him alone?

Are you gonna say that
when he gets us caught with his chirping?

Little budgie?

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?
- Hey!

What's going on out here?

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.

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.

So, I was thinking, maybe I should
be strapped for the heist, like you guys.

You...

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...
"Oi, what are you doing?"

Why are the guards British?

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?

Mmm-hmm.

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.

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?

At least I got dreams, asshole.

This asshole's got dreams,
don't worry about that.

I'm going to post up
in the Bahamas.

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.

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!

- What the fuck?
- No, Judy, come on, I...

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.

- 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.

- 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.

Oh, yeah.

It seems a little dangerous.

No, surprisingly simple
and already worked out.

With very little risk on your end.

Hmm.

Ah.

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.

- A word?
- Of course.

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...
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?

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.

I expect you will find a way
to, uh, be helpful.

♪ 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 ♪

- Who is this?
- Check your email.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Mr. Salas.

There's a Mr. Graham Davies
on the main line?

Says it's urgent.

Put him through.

Who is this?

4.3 million.

What? No.
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.

Hello?

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.

Mmm-hmm.

It's almost like a backdoor.

You saying
someone did this deliberately?

It looks more like a glitch to me.

It... it looks like it?

Which is it?
A glitch or a fucking backdoor?

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.

Try to keep
your eyes wide open, please.

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.

Good.

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.

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.

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.

There's no way we could pull this off.

We're gonna have to shut it down.

Maybe it's not that bad.

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.

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.

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.

Yep.

Hey.

If it doesn't work out,
we're always hiring.

See ya.

Hey.

Hi.

See the storm?

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?

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.

Wow!

- Holy moly.
- Yep.

How the fuck does that help us?

Imagine much bigger pennies.

So, it's like a gun?

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... It's intricate.

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?

- Yeah.
- 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?

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.

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.

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.

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!

They are ready to respond.

If this storm hits in full strength,
it may take days to repair all the damage.

Mr. Thiele, what can I do for you?

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.

Hey.

You should have one. Just in case.

Yeah, yeah, cool, thanks.

Okay, yeah, no, it's not a toy.

Yeah, yeah.

What...

Take care of yourself, okay?

Yeah, yeah, you... you too.

What are we doing, Leo?

Hey, what's the story, big man?

Let's go.