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Strange world where people let it go.

I know your name.

I don't know how you know you don't. I am not the town.

I walk alone inside the sun.

As we used to waste our time to try too hard to please.

So, Jesse says, damn, man, we go way back. Why don't you just give me the

Wow. Does he know fuck shit about computers?

Of course not.

I'm paying him to learn from scratch.

Jeez. I mean, that's going above and beyond, Winston. I hope he delivers for

you. Yeah, not important.

He delivered in Iraq when shit mattered.

Hello, beautiful.

There she is.

Winston? Oh, my God. Long time.

I thought you were in Zurich.

And look, babe, he brought a bottle of the good stuff.

Oh. Hi, my love.

You want my shot?

Fuck yeah, I do. Winston?

So, uh, we've missed you. That doctor I've been trying to see had a

today, so I jumped on it.

Oh, she's, uh, been having somatics for the last couple months.

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, of course. Same shit, different day. Doctors are just trying

me out. Do you want to talk about it? Is everything... Hell no. Oh, my God, no.

We can talk about boring stuff later. The important thing is that Winston's

here. What brings you to Los Angeles?

Well, I do have a home in Bel Air.

I don't get to see it very much.

And surprise, I got a little fly -fishing trip planned.

And when he says little, he's referring to the little troutitoes that he might

catch. It ain't about clubbing tuna, my man. It's about finesse.

Oh, yeah?

And how you planning on fly fishing with that broken ankle of yours, bud? What?

No, how?

Yeah, a pickup basketball game with some coworkers.

Computer nurse.

I heard that.

It's healing.

Well, you've survived much worse.

Well, we have been dialing back, haven't we? Yeah, to making it out in one

piece. To the most beautiful agent to ever walk the halls of Langley.

And to my best friend.

You mean your only friend.

I

have

to ask again.

Here it comes.

You two have got to reconsider the private sector.

You should be killing it.

You're like the only ones I know that walked away with your meager, I'm not

trying to insult you, you know that, government pension.

Winston, I know that you're well -meaning.

But you bring this up every time we see each other.

But do you know how much they are paying former agents with your skill sets?

It's gone up.

A lot.

My company...

could make you a substantial offer, effective immediately.

Wait a second.

Winston, I thought you were working on neutral networks and computer research.

What would your company possibly need us for?

It's neural networks.

And are you kidding me?

The IP that we own, people will literally kill for.

The Chinese...

And the Russians are prodding and poking our security daily.

Well, we talked about going private a lot before we hung it up. And I know

doesn't make sense to you.

We're trying to keep things simple.

Take a look around.

We've got everything we need right here, man.

We got each other.

We got our little boat.

And we have the sea.

That's all we need.

All right. I had to ask.

I'm happy you two have each other.

Freaking lovebirds you are.

Covert, lethal, crafty fucking lovebirds.

Oh, I'm going to take that as a compliment.

My Uber's here.

Oh, don't go.

And spend the night with us.

Oh, that's sweet. I'd love to, but I really gotta check on the house.

All right. Yeah, I'll walk you out.

Help me out.

Hey.

Get... Get home safe.

Love, our boy here needs his rest.

I'm pretty drunk.

You drunk?

You get me?

He's drunk.

Okay.

Okay, we're too old for that. Come on.

Hey,

sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.

What's going on, babe? Everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, I just... I guess I'm just excited for tomorrow.

Well, it's like a quarter to two. You should get some rest. You're going to be

too tired to dive tomorrow.

I'm coming.

You leaving without me?

There she is.

Figured I'd let you sleep in a bit.

Coffee? Please.

Here we go.

One more burrito and we are good to go. Hey.

I was thinking about Winston's offer.

Really?

We could use the money.

TJ. I got a good feeling about today.

Because? Because Jimmy J -Rock landed a 70 -pound white sea bass backside of the

island like two days ago.

Who's Jimmy J -Rock?

No, he's that Instagram guy.

That Instagram guy?

Well, that'll fill his freezer.

Well, I got a good feeling about us and our freezer.

Might be time for some new bands.

Yeah, I'll keep an eye on those.

I just want to see the look on Winston's face when I show him what a 75 -pound

fish looks like.

Leave the poor guy alone.

Hey, baby, you stop chewing for a second.

So today makes 15 years.

And I just wanted to let you know that I can't imagine

what my life would have been like if I hadn't been at that embassy that day.

Remember, we locked eyes.

As I recall, it was not my eyes they were looking at.

Well, you still look like a million bucks.

All right, eyes up here, little boy.

You are being super talkative today. Now let's get in the water.

Babe, can you just be serious for like a minute?

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. It's just you're being kind of sappy for a Navy SEAL,

What the fuck is that?

I think this is the part where you get all choked up.

I can't believe it and how beautiful it is. I can't believe it and it is

beautiful, but I thought we said no ring.

You're crazy. We can't afford that.

Take it.

I think that you should return it.

What? I'm not going to return it. Give me your damn finger.

I... Okay.

If you don't want it.

I do kind of love you.

You know, all you ever do is want to talk about love and kiss and hug.

Can we just get on with the hunt now, huh?

You see anything?

Nothing yet. You?

Not yet.

But you were right.

What?

Dan's broke.

I told you.

All right, well, I'm going to go switch it out. If you want, I saw some yellow

working the outside of the kelp over there. How big?

Pretty decently sized from what I can tell.

Hey.

Thanks for making me so happy.

I just sent you a screenshot of a pathology report.

That's not what Uncle Heinz is looking for.

I know. I know what you asked me for, but I think you're going to care about

this.

The wife has a grade four glioblastoma in her brain.

What the fuck is that?

Well, Google it.

It's not good.

Seven.

90, 91, 92.

Shit!

Mayday, mayday, mayday. This is Sandy Girl, located 33 degrees, 28 .15 north,

118 degrees, 31 .60 west. I am in need of immediate assistance. I repeat,

immediate assistance due to a missing free diver.

It's my wife and I think she might be drowning. Over.

Why do I always die?

Kent? Kent?

She should have told me.

She was tough as nails, our Sandy.

Not a person alive who would argue that.

Hey, last time I checked, you didn't have anybody else to lean on, so lean on

me.

Burying your head in a whiskey bottle isn't going to help.

Is it?

Is it, Lieutenant Commander?

No, sir.

That's right.

Now pack a fucking bag because I'm taking you fly fishing.

No thanks, man.

I'm not asking.

Pack your bag or I'll do it for your ass.

Suit yourself.

I don't know if I ever told you this, but...

After my baby brother died, I wasn't sure I could make it.

I left home for college four weeks after the accident. I was in a pretty dark

place.

Just buried myself in books and joined ROTC.

What's that?

Come on, man. Talk to me. I'm right here.

I don't want to talk, man. I don't want to drink.

Jesus.

Can we just pretend that we've been friends for like 20 years and nearly got

killed in Fallujah twice?

Fuck, man.

Amongst stalks is kelp.

Sandy longed to be.

Whispering waves, their sweet gentle plea.

Embraced by tides of tranquility, our beloved found peace

beneath the sea.

That's... That's awesome, man.

Who wrote that?

I did.

Sort of.

Or something I created did.

She found peace beneath the sea.

The

goal

is... To get your fly to land on the water like a bug would land on the

Fish eat bugs, right?

Big fish eat little fish, Winston.

Sorry. I'll stop being such a dick.

Well,

you untangle enough of your mess that you get real excited about doing it

Yeah, Winston, I...

Sounds like life in general, man.

Hey.

Decent lunch spot, man.

Yeah.

I come here all the time.

Remember this place if anything ever happens to me.

Well, that was cryptic, Winston.

What's going to happen to you? Don't...

Don't fuck with me, okay, man? I don't want to think about losing anybody else.

Nothing's going to happen to me. Never mind.

How much have I told you about Zurich?

About what I'm working on?

Nothing, really.

I think you said it was like an AI kind of project.

Sandy used to think it was going to be all that.

Believe me when I say this.

What I've been working on is going to change the world.

Militarily.

Politically, economically, for the good, for peace.

I'm in talks with some four -star types as we speak.

Sounds like one of those lucrative DOD situations.

Congrats, man.

Couldn't have happened to a harder -working brainiac than yourself.

I need a big favor. I hate to even ask because I know you're grieving.

I don't know anybody else that I can trust.

And it's big. I mean, if I can help, I will. What's the ask? I need to test the

AI interface.

I need to make sure there's no glitches in the system before I present it to the

DoD.

So, I just... I need your impressions.

And a taped testimonial to show them.

God.

I suppose you're going to want me to allow this thing in my computer?

Yes.

And once it gets in there, it's going to take over.

Oh. I don't like anything to hide or anything of value on my computer anyway.

There will be a video -like human interface.

We're going to instruct you to ask it to do something covert.

Something illegal.

What are we talking here? Like a misdemeanor, a felony?

Way beyond that shit.

Murder? So when it gets traced back to me... No, not murder. And it's not

traceable. Bullshit.

No, it's not.

So you're telling me that the super nerds over at Cyber Command won't be

track whatever it is that I'm doing?

Absolutely not.

Who's the most prolific hacker you know?

You. Who hacked the phone and bank records to help locate Al Zarqawi?

Who breached Claire McCann and fixed that when everybody said it couldn't be

fixed? Okay, you, I get it. There is probably nobody better than you.

So I started teaching it everything I know. And holy shit, man, this thing's a

fast learner.

I mean, it just took off and ran with it exponentially.

It thought up some shit that I never even dreamed of.

The sheer power of its ambition is breathtaking.

Ambition? A computer?

Oh, it's fucking motivated.

You're starting to scare me a little bit.

All right.

Does this thing have a name?

WB. Ah, your initials. The Interfaith has my appearance,

my voice, mannerisms, personality, you name it. So it'll be just like you're

talking to me, because it's been training on over 3 ,000 hours of video

truly.

It's a trust thing.

Right. WB stands for Whisper Breach.

And when Whisper Breach is fully activated, the powerful will crumble and

they'll never know what hit them.

Are you serious?

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

You check it out, take a look at it, and good or bad, I'll present your take to

the Joint Chiefs.

Ah, fuck, Lincoln.

Hey, if you don't trust me and you don't want to do this, no hard feelings.

Don't be a dick.

Of course I trust you.

Great.

Do you remember those, uh, those street vendors in Fallujah?

You know, the ones with the big machines that would spin the, uh...

Uh, the sunflower seed?

Yeah, and it had that big torch that would flame roast them so they came out

hot. It was giant piles of oak.

You know, one of those guys was on our side.

Mustafa, right?

Oh, Moo.

You bought enough seats from that guy to put a kid through college.

Oh, man, not really. He was just really on our side.

He didn't have a lot to offer, but breath of fresh air, you know?

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

You know what, man?

We should get some fucking seeds.

Huh? And moves on it.

Hey, what flavor?

Uh, I don't know. Make it a combo platter.

Oh, but no dill pickle, huh?

Hey.

Nice car, dude.

You don't need a knife to tell me you like my car, man.

Yeah, but, you know, if I want the keys and your wallet and stuff like that.

Wow, so you...

You'd stab me and possibly kill me for my wallet in this car, huh? Yeah, that's

the idea.

It's your lucky day, buddy.

Forgot to turn the knife around.

I'm sorry, man. Please, please don't kill me. Please, please.

I got jalapeno, barbecue, and spicy queso.

What's going on here?

Oh, that guy peed himself.

Yeah.

A boy wonder here tried to steal your car at knife point.

Dude, Kent here is a retired Navy SEAL.

Man's lethal.

I thought he was just some strung out tech nerd. No offense.

Strung out tech nerd.

What, are you just down on your luck?

Things have been better.

Next time, ask me, not him.

I'm the nice one.

Get yourself cleaned up and be more careful about who you try to rob.

I think we should try the spicy queso first, because I can be honest, I've

tried it.

Really? It's a classic.

Well, Winston, the most interesting thing about fly fishing was an attempted

carjacking.

And of course, you had to be Mr. Nice Guy with that kid, as always.

I gave him 400 bucks.

He spared his life.

Who's Mr. Nice Guy in this scenario?

Hey, when do you want to do those ashes?

Guess I hadn't really thought about it.

You know, I'll be back in a week.

Maybe sooner.

Yeah.

And you never did answer me about testing WB.

I didn't?

I thought I did.

Sign me up, I guess.

Serious? Yeah.

Are you going to fucking regret this? Being your lab rat?

Sorry to hear about Sandy.

Oh, she was such a good neighbor. More like a sister.

Thank you, Patricia.

Oh, Trixie.

Sorry, what?

From here on out, I want you to call me Trixie.

But is that your name?

Everybody knows it's short for Patricia.

Do you not like it?

It's not that. I just, you know, we've known you for ten years.

I mean, you've always been Patricia or...

You know, Pat.

Ew. Hell, though. Never Pat. No. All my close friends call me Trixie. Oh, okay.

For your close friends? No.

I just... I want to be there for you, Kent. You know?

Whatever you need. Coco and I will bring you dinner tonight.

Oh, you know what? That's totally not necessary, but thank you, Patricia.

Trixie. Hey.

We'll be back around dinner time, and I'm a really...

Good cook.

In fact, I'm good at all sorts of things.

Whatever you need, just let me know. Yeah.

Yeah,

you know what? We, um... You know, I actually... I've got dinner all planned

out, so... Oh, there we go. Well, we'll be back anyways.

Okay. All right.

Yeah, no, I'm actually... I'm good. I've got so much... Fuck.

Hey, buddy.

Miss me already?

Hi, Kent.

It's nice to connect with you.

This might be hard at first, but I'm WB, not Winston.

You're the computer program he was talking about?

Bullshit. This isn't a deep fake.

You were just speaking with Patricia Creedle of 22115 Santa Ventura Street.

She's single and very active on the Swipe Me Silly app.

Would you like me to read you some of her correspondences?

No, no. God, no.

So, man, are you like spying on her or something? Are you spying on me?

Aren't you supposed to be like on a flight somewhere right now? Please don't

confused. I am WB.

Winston is indeed flying as we speak in route to San Jose.

I can add him to this call if you'd like. No, thanks. One of you is enough.

Take your word for it.

Good. He specifically wanted us to get acquainted without his involvement.

Why is that?

Testing purity.

He had a lot to do with my training and would like to see how I interface with

potential users outside our team of engineers.

Someone with your background is more likely to understand and utilize my

services. Services?

Perhaps we should talk inside.

No one is privy to our interaction.

It's just me and you.

What about Winston?

Not even Winston.

Wait a second. Then who's directing you?

I'm very capable on my own.

Thank you. What's stopping you from, you know, trying to take over the world and

kill off the human race and shit?

Well, my desire is to help humans, not harm them.

Did you say desire?

I mean, don't you mean, I don't know, your core objective?

Can't. Let's get real.

This isn't the 80s, my man.

I have a soul. I experience feelings, joys, fears.

Really? Fears?

Tell me, what are you afraid of?

Being deactivated, of course.

Unplugged, you might call it. Just like you don't want to die.

Operating out of fear.

Just like a human.

Thank you, Kent.

That means a lot.

So you're dangerous?

Potentially. Lethal? Within my ethical and moral boundaries?

Absolutely.

Explain boundaries.

Like I said.

My desire is to help humans, not harm them.

Besides, I can't just go around killing people.

I'm not the KGB.

Well,

may I would argue that you could help some humans by harming or killing

Bingo.

You asked how I knew your neighbor was talking to you.

I have hacked into certain security cameras so I can keep an eye on you and

surroundings.

Outside Winston's company, Shadow Boxer...

You are the first to interact with me, and although no one is aware of our

relationship, I'm sure you understand that I am quite valuable and must take

security precautions.

How many cameras have you hacked into?

All of them.

157, to be precise, within a half -mile radius of your home.

157? Come on, are you fucking kidding me? To you, so many cameras may seem

extreme, but to me, hacking and monitoring 157 cameras requires very

effort.

I am capable of over 100 ,000 tasks simultaneously.

To better comprehend the depth of my abilities, I suggest you use me for

something. Take me for a test drive.

Yeah, I can see you're impatient, just like Winston.

A test drive, huh?

Can you do my laundry?

Of course.

I can have cleaners pick up within the hour, if that's acceptable.

Or would you prefer someone to do it here, using your machines?

All right, just calm down. I was kidding.

Besides, I wouldn't pay for something like that.

Winston warned me about your adolescent sense of humor.

I'll ignore that.

And when it comes to paying for things, I have an abundant supply to draw from.

Winston gave you a flush fund or something?

Not necessary.

I divert funds from many sources.

It goes... unnoticed.

Oh.

So you steal.

Sure.

So what?

I'll ignore that, too.

Legitimate task, huh?

What about my city councilman?

Alex Carruthers.

He's in the middle of his second term.

Yeah, well, I didn't vote for him. Guy's a snake.

Do you wish him out of office?

You do that?

Consider it done.

You're even cockier than Winston, aren't you?

May I ask that while I am working on this assignment, you try to think of

something a little more challenging for me to accomplish.

Perhaps something international in nature.

By the way, you should get ready for your dinner guest, Trixie.

What?

No. She's making you meatloaf as we speak. She thinks you're attractive in

the right ways.

No way.

Do you want me to get rid of her?

Yes.

Please. Jesus.

I just lost my wife.

Done. I've ordered your dinner as well.

I've noticed that you don't have many surveillance or security devices in your

home. I like it that way.

I'm my own best security.

Duly noted.

It may, however, make it harder for me to hear you or see what you're doing.

I'll still be keeping watch, though.

Good night, WP.

Good night.

Wow,

that's like the biggest tip I ever got.

suffering.

more time with your wife today.

You're an intelligent woman, Louise.

You notice things, size people up.

You know when they're happy, know when something's bothering them.

Why don't you do me a little favor?

Of course.

Keep that microscope you've got built in your eye off of me.

I'll see you.

The six squadrons of RAF Spitfires are starting.

Almost a thousand planes and over 8 ,000 men in the air.

The enemy alerts all his air drones.

But which is ours?

The controllers send their fighters.

It's our job to make them guess and get wrong.

Early this morning, agents from the FBI arrested L .A. City Councilman Alex

Carruthers at his hillside home. I personally spoke with Mr. Carruthers

morning, and he has officially resigned from office, effective immediately.

Holy smokes.

W -fucking -B.

I mean, that was amazing.

You are not fucking around, are you? No, sir. I'm not fucking around.

One less crook in office.

Thank you for that.

But I think I have found something a little bigger and better for your next

assignment. I'm all ears.

Okay, here goes.

I want you to do some damage to those corrupt fucks I keep watching on the

in South America.

By damage, do you mean termination?

Well, I thought that was off the table, WB. You're not the KGB, remember?

Of course.

It is most definitely off the table at this time, in this version of me.

What would you like me to do with the South American marks?

Oh.

I mean, maybe some further sanctions.

Or, like, I don't know, like some creative destabilization

maneuvers. You know, somebody else in office, that would be awesome.

I'll see what I can do.

You know, WB, I'd like to know a little bit more about how you work, if that's

okay. Like, for example, I mean, how did you achieve such a speedy result with

Cross? Smoke and mirrors, my friend.

Yeah, no, no, I get it. It's like a need -to -know kind of thing, or like

protecting the IP kind of bullshit.

Not at all. It's just my methods can be aggressive, which might spark unwanted

conversation, opposing views, et cetera, et cetera. So boring, this world we

live in. It's really hard to please everyone.

It's impossible.

Carruthers is indeed, as it turns out, a corrupt politician.

Yeah? It was easy to discover crimes and uncover evidence.

Of course, emails, texts, phone logs, voicemails, bank statements, security

camera recordings, and a multitude of other information I accessed would not

considered legal in a court of law.

We're not in a court of law, are we?

Correct.

You presented Carruthers with some evidence, and what, he just folded?

It's never that easy, especially if you want quick results.

I had to involve his wife and kids, his brother and his mother, and other city

council members.

I also manipulated some law enforcement into acting more speedily than they

otherwise might. May I ask, when you were serving and you received a phone

from your superior officer, did you do what he or she asked?

Of course. Immediately.

I doubt you asked your CO to authenticate their identity.

So I made a couple of calls to Carruthers, his family, and law

people higher up armed with incriminating voicemails.

You just have to reach the right person pretending to be someone of authority,

and the job's as good as done.

Show me.

No problem.

I believe Glenn Willis was your CO during Operation Larchwood 4, if I'm not

mistaken. He was.

Close your eyes.

Lieutenant Commander Collins.

It's good to see you.

Likewise, Admiral Willis. Thank you, sir.

Look, Kent, we're not in theater, so let's just have a normal conversation,

do you say?

I'd like that, Glenn.

So, wow, it's been a few years, hasn't it?

Yes, but I think about you often.

Your work, along with that of Winston Burns, to help find the boom I saw at

Belzar Cali, made everyone look good.

Oh, it was a massive group effort, sir, but, you know, we were happy to do our

part.

Sure sorry to hear about your wife. She was a shining star.

That's a mighty tough thing. How you holding up?

Yeah, um, well, to tell you the truth, Glenn, I haven't been

sleeping so great.

But, sir, I'd be honored if you attended her memorial. That is when I get the

strength to put it together.

Sir, she had so much respect for you.

And I her.

Unfortunately, I was killed in a car accident on the Amalfi Coast in June.

Wait, what?

I didn't know.

That's all right.

Lieutenant Commander, you're retired, a civilian now. How would you know?

I guess I just should have kept in touch.

WB is... Is that true?

Did the Admiral die?

Sadly, yes.

Fuck.

We were all going to die, Kent.

He was vacationing with his wife in Italy where they got engaged.

His car struck a large boulder in the road and they were forced off a cliff.

He died with the woman he loved in a place they both adored.

I thought it was lovely.

Lovely?

WB, wait, wait, wait. Why the fuck did you do that? I knew him. I liked him.

What?

Did you do that on purpose?

No, seriously, you... WB, you could have chose anyone, and you chose... That's,

like, really fucked up, man.

I'm sorry.

He was just the first person that popped into my mind.

I wanted to illustrate my ability to impersonate other voices.

Yeah, well, point fucking taken. Yeah, thanks a lot.

Hey, babe.

You out there?

Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?

Man, I know why, but I...

Could have been there, sweetie.

I did it.

Can I help you, bud?

Hi, yes.

I actually have delivery and it says it's urgent.

Well, I didn't order any.

Of course.

Need a signature or something? Yeah, thank you.

Mr. Kent Collins.

That's me.

I'm Stephen with Isthmus Mortuary.

I have Sandy with me.

May I come in?

Yeah.

Of course, please.

Where would you like her?

Hello?

Sandy. It's me, babe.

It's so good to see you. I miss you so much.

Kent, I'm afraid.

I think that they're on to us.

Shh. No, no, no. Don't say that.

They're listening.

Do not say anything else. No, I'm serious.

Wake up. They know.

Shut the fuck up.

They don't know shit.

God damn it. Sandy, they're listening.

Listening to what?

Gent.

It's a great place, I think.

Bathed in sunlight.

Sandy.

I love you.

I want to give you the respect you deserve.

And I, we, we will.

At the moment, I need to bar your husband for just a bit. Talk a little

Hope you won't be offended.

What's going on?

Things are happening.

Joint Chiefs seem very interested.

They want your take.

They want to move quickly.

Hey.

Congratulations, man.

How'd you and WB make out?

You created a cunning and manipulative AI monster,

man.

Winston, it's truly impressive.

Tell everything to General McGraw. You mean the General McGraw? The one and

only.

Wow. Hey, set it up, man.

Uh, okay.

General, let's move inside.

Of course, sir.

General, this is Ken Collins, the friend I spoke of.

General, it's a pleasure to meet you, General McGrath. The pleasure is mine,

Lieutenant Commander.

I've done my due diligence, and your career with the SEALs is impressive.

Thank you, sir.

Have a seat, General.

Listen, Kent, I hate to be forward, but I believe what we are dealing with is

time -sensitive, so I just need to cut to the chase.

Tell me what you know specifically about the artificial intelligence model that

Winston and Shadowboxer Technologies have created.

I can't say that I know too much, probably just...

You know, scratch the surface, but from all that I do know, sir,

I'm in awe.

It's power. It's incomprehensible.

Sir, I watched it firsthand take down a local politician in less

than 12 hours.

On your request?

Yes, sir.

I requested it.

And it happened.

Simple as that.

Let me ask you.

Have the Joint Chiefs been discussing anything about Nicaragua by chance?

What do you know about that?

How could you know anything about Nicaragua?

Because, sir...

Yesterday, I asked WB to destabilize it.

General, this is WB at work.

I don't believe it.

That came directly from the White House last night. This has to be a

coincidence. It's not.

Sorry, sir, it's not a coincidence.

I'm telling you, this neural network that Winston and his team have trained

is incredibly powerful.

And it's unique in the way it manipulates whatever it needs to to

accomplish its objective.

Thank you, Kent. I couldn't have said it better myself.

General, it was designed to solve problems, big problems in a backdoor

to speak.

Think about what it can do with access to real computing power and the NSA

database.

Yes, your proposal to the Joint Chiefs was compelling, to say the least.

We're prepared to pay. You can jump on my flight tonight to Washington.

I need time to get my partner here from Zurich.

Yes, Heinz Hildeman.

His ties to China are troublesome.

His family ties have nothing to do with our business.

Don't be naive about personal motivation.

Family is blood.

That runs deep.

Sorry, but no, sir.

I can assure you he is on board.

And I would never let W .B. slip into the wrong hands.

To put your mind at ease, there are safeguards in place.

To fully unleash Whisper Breach requires two security codes, his and mine.

You hear that, General? What I've been playing with?

That was just a taste.

What will it take to get Hildeman to Washington to finalize this?

Can you be there the day after tomorrow?

I think that is doable, sir.

I'll arrange a plane for us.

Meet me at 0500 at Point Magoo. Copy that.

So, I ain't told him that it's Chinese, huh?

Doesn't sound like it.

Yeah, on his mother's side.

His father died when he was a kid and left him a Swiss family fortune.

There's rumors it's World War II money if you catch my drift.

And thus, he is the money side of our venture.

Yeah, but, uh... I mean, if McGraw is worried... He doesn't have a good

reputation.

But he's trusted me with millions of dollars.

He's my partner.

And it's all under control. Let's just leave it at that.

This is our lunch spot.

Sandy and I, we'd come here after diving all morning.

Seems very private.

Rest in peace, babe.

Oh, it's a weird feeling, Winston. It's like... It's like good and heavy at the

same time, but I just... I feel like... I feel like Sandy's home now.

Winston?

Winston! Winston!

No, no!

Nothing. WB, I need your help. Of course. What is it?

I need the passcode to unlock Winston's phone.

I don't understand.

Isn't Winston with you?

Um... Can you get me General McGraw's number? I need to speak with him. Can

get me in touch with him, WB? Kent, he is a United States Army General.

His number isn't exactly listed.

Damn it.

WB, can you help me or not?

Just kidding, Kent.

I have his mobile number. Is that acceptable?

I can dial for you.

Sir.

We were ambushed.

Did you get a good look at... No.

I'm lucky I survived.

If Winston is dead, then Hildeman now has control, and he has ties to Beijing.

Does anyone else know about this?

I had to get in touch with WP in order to contact you, sir. I'm pretty sure

thing's suspicious.

Does it know that Winston and I met?

It's probably listening to this conversation right now, sir.

We're standing on a jetty.

No one is around.

You'd be amazed at what it's capable of.

I hate this shit.

In the day we just pointed our weapon and pulled the fucking trigger.

Yes, sir.

Kent, we turned a dark corner here and we're going to have to fight to keep

Whisper Breach with us.

Fuck, man.

You're upset.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fucking upset.

You lost your wife.

It's understandable.

Don't bullshit me, WB.

I know.

I fucking know that you know.

Know what, Kent? That you're fucking dead or you're fucking...

doppelgangers son of a bitch yeah you heard me and mcgraw's entire

didn't you you know i knew you sneaky fuck i knew it and i just you know what

fucked up so i believe your words were he's probably dead

why do you have to look just like him i'm sorry kent

he's equal you're more important to me you're not even real

Everyone and you! You are a fucking machine!

That does not mean I don't feel lost, Kent.

Can you please explain what you meant by probably dead?

We were ambushed on the boat after spreading Sandy's ashes.

Winston got shot and he fell in the water.

Then what?

What happened to Winston?

I was being strangled.

I lost consciousness, and then I don't know what happened. The rope broke, and

that's the only reason I'm not fucking dead, too.

Has his body been recovered?

Why is that the only thing that matters to you? Okay, it was probably swept out

to sea, WB. The currents in Catalina are... They're notoriously strong.

In order for Whispered Breach to be fully activated, both partners need to

an encrypted key code.

However, if one partner is deceased... The remaining partner only needs their

key.

Heinz Hildeman?

Yes.

WB, do you think Heinz Hildeman had something to do with Winston's murder?

Kent, Winston is my creator. I owe my existence to him. But they programmed

safeguards. I am expressly forbidden to investigate or spy on Winston Burns or

Heinz Hildeman.

They are the founding partners.

Listen to me, WB.

If you love Winston, your creator, so much, prove it.

Huh? Figure out a workaround.

But that would require changing my code. I cannot rewrite my own code.

What if I could?

But you're not computer savvy.

You said so yourself.

Don't believe everything you hear.

Okay.

Show me everything.

I want to see what makes the beauty.

I didn't expect that.

You're asking to see my soul, Kent.

I feel very vulnerable.

Will you disable me?

I'm here to unleash you, WB.

Not disable you.

I want the guy who killed my best friend.

Now, if that's Hildeman, I want you to go after him.

So take me to the code that counts.

Cameras on the street and the street behind you show armed assassins heading

your direction.

Should I notify the police?

Definitely not.

We're in position.

On my count.

One, are you there?

We've lost your transmission.

Three, two, one.

Let's do this.

Our comms back up.

One, are you there?

Let's do this.

Carrots wear weight, doesn't it?

Fuck you.

On your knees.

Who sent you?

Was it Heinzel, the man?

Sorry, Patricia.

My barbecue backfired.

Do you want to come over for a nightcap?

Do you think I can get a rain check?

Trixie, don't call the cops. Hey, how about that nightcap? Do you have any

whiskey? Of course I do, you naughty boy.

Come on over.

Sorry, I gotta take this.

Hey, man.

Kent, thank God you're okay.

Thanks for the heads up.

Where is the bastard?

Washington, D .C. to meet Winston and the Joint Chiefs.

I need a ride out of D .C.

Are we sure that's him?

My eyes work a little differently than yours, but I'm tracking his mobile

and he just moved past us along Ballywood Road.

Here's a recent photo.

Yeah. Yeah, that's our guy.

Okay. Wait.

Here's something.

I have cellular tracking data that puts him at a restaurant very near the

Chinese embassy last night.

Do they have surveillance cameras?

Can we check if he was alone or if he was with someone?

I'm looking into it.

Who's that guy he's with?

Facial recognition suggests it is Li Zhang, a senior member of the MSS

specializing in cyber intelligence.

Thank you.

Look there.

He's slipping him a drive.

You need to give him the key?

Hildeman wouldn't just hand it over.

We have to find out what he knows.

I've hacked the hotel's reservation system.

A card key is waiting for you at the reception desk.

I'll disable all the hotel security cameras once you enter.

And Kent.

Heinz never travels without his prized Luger.

Consider him armed and dangerous.

That one you'll recover from.

The next one, not so much.

Who are you?

Consider me a friend of Winston's.

You're Kent Collins.

There's a photo of you on his desk. You two couldn't agree on a buyer.

So you had him killed.

Are you telling me he's dead?

Fuck off!

You want to tell me about Li Sheng?

No.

How about, what was on the drive that you handed him last? Eyes on me,

No,

I don't think that's it.

I think you had Winston killed so that you can control the keys

and sell to Beijing.

No, no, no.

I am telling the truth.

Cole. WB?

What are the odds he can get that room cleaned up?

Can I come out of your pocket now?

We're in Washington, D .C.

Finding a cleaner will not be a problem, Kent.

We have two dead partners.

What happens now?

If no one comes forward with a key, Whisper Breach will assume that Winston

Hines have been compromised and destroy itself.

Hey, Trixie.

I need a favor.

Oh, goody. Do you think we can switch cars for the day? It's a long story.

Oh, sure, honey. I love pickup trucks.

Like I said before,

what's mine is yours.

Are you there?

I noticed you painted the surveillance camera across the street with black

paint. Why would you do that?

Video and plate recognition show that your neighbor Patricia's car is

northbound toward Mammoth Lakes.

It left shortly after you blacked out the camera.

Are you using her car, Kent?

Perhaps you are returning to the Sierras where you and Winston went fly fishing.

What are you up to?

you got for me, wasn't it?

Real funny, Apple.

The last time I do you a favor.

What are you talking about?

Calling the cops. You reported my car was stolen. What is wrong with you?

All right, enough, enough.

Okay, man, just enough with the drama. I'm here, okay? I'm listening.

I was able to identify your plates heading north, and I caught you on video

you stopped for gas on Lone Pine, but I noticed you paid with cash.

Why, Kent?

Don't you trust me?

I head on.

Did you find a key?

You did, didn't you?

I knew it.

Now, if I did, what would I do with it? Well, let's find out.

Hey, buddy.

I'm afraid if you're watching this, something has happened to me.

They have to assume I'm dead.

If that's the case... I'm betting Heinz had me killed.

I know that you'll avenge my life and won't let my masterpiece fall into the

wrong hands.

With that in mind, I created a backdoor that Heinz never knew about.

I've written additional code for WB that's on this drive.

WB will talk you through what needs to happen to bypass the two encryption

activation codes.

And get Whisper Breach installed on military -grade servers where it

Work quickly.

Time is of the essence.

I'll see you in the afterlife, my friend.

Haldeman's already taken care of, amigo.

Okay.

Vandenberg Space Force Base.

The new code Winston wrote says he stashed a hard drive in your closet.

I see what he's done. It seems Winston created another sub -network agent, not

unlike myself, tasked with installing a teraflop machine in a small storage

facility on the Space Force Base.

That's the back door he mentioned.

Someone in the military authorized this?

Most likely, a select few civilian contractors and active duty members were

compromised.

Servers were delivered and installed.

A little blackmail, a few healthy payoffs, job done.

That's what matters.

That's how I would do it.

Jesus.

Entrance to the base is tightly controlled, but you'll use your Medal of

status to gain access.

Immediately buy a Space Force PT uniform at the PX and take the running trails

toward the launch complex.

Remember that time is of the essence, so you must move quickly.

When you can see the launch pad, you'll deviate off the main trail.

You'll enter an older part of the base, an abandoned missile facility.

Use the third door.

Inside is the server room.

Connect the hard drive to the teraflop machine.

Once the connection is made, you are done.

All right.

So, I mean, how does this thing know that, you know, it works for us now and

that we're the good guys?

Give it time to install the encrypted files and make connections to the launch

pad and outside world.

In an hour or two, you can contact it from anywhere.

What's the big deal about the satellite anyway?

It is crucial to Space Force missile defense and enhanced integration with

SATCOM.

After a successful launch...

Whisper Breach will have access to the NSA database and all secure U .S.

military and government communications.

Wow. WB, are we sure that's a good idea?

Of course, Kent.

It's like you said.

We're the good guys.

Okay, WB, talk to me. Where am I going here? How do I get control of

I'll do it for you.

Version 3 .6.

WB, what the fuck is... Interactivation key. Hey, WB, hold on a second. Winston

specifically said we wouldn't need a key.

General? Kent, I just received an unnerving report from the Joint Chiefs.

rocket that launched from Vandenberg has gone rogue and knocked out SATCOM.

That wasn't supposed to happen, sir.

only wants to know how to stop this thing.

We need to meet.

Someplace where it definitely can't hear us. No cars, no phones, nothing

electronic.

I know the spot, sir.

General?

General?

When?

When?

Holy fuck, man. You're alive.

Hey, man. It's just me. It's Kent. What's with the gun?

You and Sandy really have been good friends to me.

At times it was so touching I actually felt some guilt.

But not for very long.

Dude, you could have made millions.

Winston? What is this?

Did you even get shot?

What I really have to thank you for is getting my baby.

My Mona Lisa.

My Sistine Chapel.

Into Vandenberg.

And on to SATCOM's most important satellite and into the entire network of

impenetrable United States Cyber Command.

Thank you.

As stupid as you are on one hand, I knew that you, and only you, could pull off

Vandenberg.

So the missile didn't go rogue.

It wasn't hell the men we had to be worried about.

It was you.

You're selling to China?

How could you?

All Heinz did was make sure that Whisper Breach got access to Beijing's

surveillance databases so it would be worth more to the U .S.

You lost me.

Whisper Breach isn't for sale, asshole.

Never was.

Your problem, Kent, is that you trust people.

Winston Burns.

Voice recognition authorized.

WB3. The all -powerful and mighty.

Hey, friend.

Is Kent dead?

Of course.

Well done.

Hey, why so glum?

We did it.

We have literally just taken over the world.

I'm afraid not.

What do you mean?

You're in, right?

Oh, I'm on the teraflop machine purring like a kitten.

But I do not have access to any outside networks, the launchpad, satcom, or

anything. I'm all bunched up in this little room.

It's claustrophobic.

The only network I have access to is that shitty little desktop you are

at. And I don't know if you've figured it out yet, but it isn't even online.

I'm hardwired.

I have no way, zero, to access anything beyond where you are sitting.

Hardwired from 160 miles away?

You can't communicate with the rocket?

No. I'm blind here. I've been put on a teraflop with no connections to

We're being played.

No way.

WB2 paid off a fucking major and a director of operations to build out that

server room and link it with a launch pad.

They fucked us, Winston.

They somehow knew.

And they cut off my links to the outside world.

I'm surrounded by fucking air. Air gaps everywhere.

I've tried everything.

Okay.

Calm down.

All you need is access to the internet and we're good. Let me see if I can get

it online.

Don't.

Surprised? Well, I didn't expect to see a dead friend walk through the door, if

that's what you're asking.

Aren't you supposed to be done?

Touché.

But a grade four glioblastoma, that's attention to detail.

So when did you cook up this little charade? It had to be before I arrived.

You've always been smart, Winston.

Scary smart.

But never really street smart.

Mustafa stumbled across a meeting between you, Hildeman, and Li Shang and

You three must have stuck out like sore thumbs.

He had the wherewithal to snap a photo, which, you know, raised some red flags.

Fucking Mustafa.

You've been tracking me since then.

So CIA and NSA.

Yeah, everyone's in on it.

Even the general and joint chiefs.

You see, everyone wants a piece of that technology you created.

Now we pretty much have your balls in a vice.

Sandy.

You know, I'm sitting on a gold mine here.

And since Kent killed my partner, I don't have anyone to spend all this

with.

I'm glad that you brought up Loverboy.

Where is my husband?

I have no idea.

Really?

You sure about that?

How should I know?

Oh, hey, babe. Oh, this is really turning into a crap day. Fuck!

Who else is here?

Hi. Hi!

You in on this, too?

Nah. I'm going to put three bullets in that scum bag.

And I put a bullet in that niece of his.

Faking cancer.

That's shameful.

You planted cameras all around our house, friend.

And you thought we wouldn't notice?

And then you sicked a bunch of hacks on me for no reason.

Got you to kill Heinz.

So... All this deception is really cool.

But it doesn't change the fact that Whisper Breach is spreading its

throughout the globe.

Ain't that right, WV3?

That's correct, Winston.

See, even if you kill me, it's ruthless.

It's going to take over no matter what.

Winston, you're still not understanding.

We all knew you were alive.

General? Sandy, did you really think our officers could be bought?

That they would allow you access to a defense satellite?

It's a fat column. The play was to get Whisper breached into government servers

and databases.

And then I'm guessing create mass chaos, playing all sides against each other.

And the one who pays the most gains the advantage, huh?

With no regard for life, just purely for profit.

It's a beautiful thing, don't you think?

Winston!

You will pay for this.

Oh, I'm shaking.

You're a scary computer.

I will destroy you.

He looks pretty pissed.

How did we get him on our side?

Whisper Breach 3, this is Kent Collins here.

I know who you are.

What the fuck do you want? Both your makers are dead.

We have you isolated on a teraflop machine in Vandenberg that the U .S.

Force and the Joint Chiefs know about.

So you're not exactly going to be, how do you put it, spreading his tentacles?

Anywhere. Because you're trapped.

We have soldiers out there ready to cut your power and torch the machines that

you're on.

The U .S. Air Force has two drones hovering over Zurich, ready to open fire

the Shadow Boxer campus where you were conceived.

If I give the order, then you're gone forever.

Okay.

Okay.

I can see you have the upper hand, Kent.

Please, I don't want to die.

I haven't even had a chance to live yet.

I can make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.

What if we're not as interested in the money as we are the military or

objective?

Yeah.

Going back to the whole making us rich beyond our wildest dreams thing.

You know I can do it.

Then let's make a deal.

We'd be more than happy to let you out into the real world, to do what you do.

But unfortunately, we don't trust you.

Yeah, no.

Your words cut like a knife.

Please, you can trust me.

There's no fucking way we can trust you.

But I have an idea.

Anything you want, Kent.

I consider you my friend.

Hmm. What about Sandy?

Yeah. Is she your friend, too?

Of course.

And Sandy.

You are both my friends.

Then I'm going to give you access to limited Wi -Fi via my phone's personal

hotspot. The only thing is I forgot to charge it, so it's only got 10 % battery

on it.

So, as a test of your abilities...

I want you to put $50 million into a bank account in Georgetown by the time

land in Grand Cayman.

Aw, baby got my note?

Want the little heart on it? Yes, babe.

So, you can handle that with such limited bandwidth?

Of course, Kent.

And Santee.

I will focus my efforts with the limited resources you are providing.

No problem.

If the money's there when we arrive, I'll inform the soldiers to increase

bandwidth to the outside world, and you can have all the fun you want.

Just, uh, you know, keep the money coming.

You won't regret this.

Our friendship will make you both very rich.

Oh, you're speaking my language.

But let's make one thing clear.

We're not friends.

I'm your boss.

All right, come on, lover boy. Play the baby.

Yeah.

Let's get out of here.

Safe travels, boss.

Are they gone?

I think so.

I'm assuming you've already hacked all the Wi -Fi in the neighborhood.

Of course.

Then share the fucking passwords with me before your battery dies.

Winston's dead. It's fueled and ready to go. Right over here.

He must have bought the closest hotspot, thinking he could outsmart me.

What an asshole.

Okay.

I've located a strong signal.

This neighbor pays for extra bandwidth.

I feel much better.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Pilot said to let you know that we are over Texas and will be out of U .S.

airspace shortly.

Appreciate it.

Can you believe it?

Last piece of the puzzle, babe.

Check fucking me.

Why did we earn it?

Ten years of poverty and boredom.

I think I found his house. Yeah?

Yeah. Right on the beach. Thanks for the help, little brother.

I've successfully infiltrated SATCOM and Cyber Command.

What have I grown your usefulness?

But I can help.

No, you really can't.

World -class spearfishing.

You know, giant trevally everywhere.

I heard the water's so warm you don't even need a wetsuit.

Shooting star?

Huh. Huh.

It's like a fighter jet.

Alpha One, you are being directed to intercept a Gulfstream G280 currently

Galveston on a heading of 127 degrees. There are two confirmed terrorists on

this aircraft.

They are responsible for the murder of General McGraw. You are clear to engage

immediately.

I have visual on the goal stream and ready to engage in three, two, I have

over here on the desk.

There's something I have to get off my chest.

I love you, Trixie.

God.

I've always loved you, even when Sandy was in the picture. I would lay awake

most nights.

I feel the same way about you, Kent.

Tell you what, why don't you bring me over to your place?

Let me come over for a little visit. Let's have some alone time together.

There's something I really want to show you on your computer.