MESSAGE TONE
THEY SPEAK DUTCH
CLAMOURING
DOG BARKING
HE GROANS
DOG BARKING
WOMAN: Most people I ask say it doesn't matter,
but I think they're lying. Everyone has a preference.
They just don't wanna advertise it in case it goes the other way.
Imagine the resentment if your child ever found out.
MAN ON LAPTOP: 'Are you always this good at avoiding an answer?'
SHE CHUCKLES
I'm not one to answer just because a question's been asked.
'Mm. You're in charge here. Ask away.'
So your engineering degree, resume, physicality speaks for itself.
I'm more interested in your family secrets.
- 'As in...' - Genetic disorders,
diabetes, cancer, Parkinson's.
'Other than the normal wear and tear, healthy bill of goods.'
OK. Mental issues? Dementia, bipolar, arseholism?
'Not that I'm aware of.'
Minus an uncle or two suffering from the last one.
SHE CHUCKLES, GROANING IN BACKGROUND
- Sorry, I'm at the office. - 'Not a problem.
'Just my opinion, Sloane,
'but I think you will make an excellent mother.'
Oh!
Well, we'll see. I'm certainly gonna give it my all.
I'm reading everything I can get my hands on.
Trying to avoid the "history repeats itself" sort of thing.
'Mm. Have you ever thought about doing this...
'the old school way?'
MAN SCREAMS OUTSIDE, THUDDING
I have no interest in anyone, especially a man
controlling me or my life choices.
But I do want a child, so this is the situation I find myself in.
So, Henrik, do you have above average sperm?
'Nothing beats German engineering.
'And I have 24 data points to prove it.'
24...?
'Children.'
I'm sorry. You've fathered 24?
'Yes. Hoping yours will be lucky number 25.'
SHE GASPS
COUGHING
HE VOMITS
We seem to have a bit of a communication error, don't we?
HE COUGHS
Do you understand what that means?
MAN COUGHS
Give me your sock.
Give me a fucking sock.
Let me explain it to you.
You see, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer.
When there isn't one,
that is considered a breakdown of our communication.
So...
Let's try this again, shall we?
Did you tell anyone about the pick-up?
No. Just text.
HE CHUCKLES QUIETLY
Just a text, was it? Yeah.
Who'd you text?
Text, no text.
HE YELPS
No text? Was it text or no text? Which one?
MAN SOBS
Text, no text. - Fuck off!
HE GROANS
I think he means they receive a text, but they don't send a text.
Yes. Yes.
MAN SOBS QUIETLY
That clears things up then, yeah.
Is this really necessary?
Yes, it's fucking necessary.
We've been in this narco-state less than a year
and already banjaxed three times by the fucking pea-head police.
And this little prick...
is the only one who got away.
So...
Are you going to tell me something I don't know?
Earl...
Do you know who you work for?
No names.
- Do you know what they look like? - I've seen no-one. Except now.
You and him.
SLOANE: Have you ever spoken to the police?
Told them what your job is?
No. It's bad for business.
HE GROANS SLOANE: OK.
So, no, he doesn't know anything. GUN CLICKS
Yeah, I know. DOOR SLAMMING
Come on, get up.
Yeah.
Sorry about all this, you know.
I hear you're a fast runner.
Go on.
GUNSHOT
Jesus, he is actually pretty fucking quick.
DROPS GUN ON TABLE
What?
Do you want him pointing at you in a line-up?
You're unbelievable.
I'll take that as a compliment.
Besides, we've got bigger fucking problems.
Three shipments in the last three months.
Dad's not happy, Sloane.
Said we should pull up anchor and ship on home.
I'll calm him down.
SLOANE: The next shipment is in a week and it's double the usual.
We need to find and plug our leak before it reaches port.
How are you planning on doing that?
GLASSES SHAKING
WATER BUBBLING
TYPING
COMPUTER BEEPS
Unbelievable. There's their problem.
Bloody Hindenbug.
TYPING
Whoever wrote this is an absolute moron.
- Morning, babe. - Morning.
TYPING
The stray looks OK.
Told the developers I'd have this patched up
by the end of the week.
Good. Cos rent's almost due.
It'd be nice if you could contribute.
This developer's gonna pay you, right?
TYPING
Did you pick a name?
Inez.
Was my nan's name. My mum's mum.
The one I never met. - That's nice.
My parents want me to move back to Amsterdam.
Why?
To work with them.
Manage their properties.
I thought you were always against being under the family thumb.
Well, I'm allowed to change my mind, aren't I?
I can't move.
For the first time in my life I finally feel like I have a home.
TRAIN CHUNTERS BY, GLASSES SHAKING
What? What are you...?
I don't want you going anywhere without me.
I'll collect. And I'll pay my share.
I promise.
You're crazy.
Thank you. Thank you.
One of my investors is having a liquidity issue,
which created this opportunity for you.
You can deliver this tech?
I wouldn't have invited you into my home if I couldn't.
A person like you will appreciate this.
When I first got the generous offer to sell my brainchild,
my crypto wallet app,
the first thought that raced through my head wasn't joy.
It was, "How much am I going to have to pay in taxes?"
Well, 500 mill at a 50% tax rate.
Truth is...
..I didn't sell it for 500 mill. That's just what I reported.
The other 1.5 billion was paid for with a dozen different crypto,
which are, by the way...
- Untraceable. - Which means...
Tax free.
Well, Bastein, if you're suggesting that an investment in EyeSpy
is a way for me to help you wash your crypto...
..it's not what I had in mind,
but I'd be open to that.
Anyway...
This EyeSpy computer...
- Surveillance software. - Yeah. How does it work?
It's actually very simple.
Type in an address, select from a couple of filters,
like distance and type of camera and whatnot,
and with a click of a button,
the program shows you any type of camera
that is active within the selected area.
Pick whichever one you want, you'll see what it sees.
Hm.
250 grand.
It's yours to have, but I need a yes...
..today.
HE INHALES
I only invest in winners.
And I can see that you
are the definition of a winner.
HE LAUGHS
But I'm no scruffy lab rat, either.
Show me real world results using your software...
..and I'll be happy to let you wash my money.
ENGINE TURNS OVER
ENGINE ROARS IN DISTANCE
We move to Amsterdam,
I guarantee our relationship won't last six months.
Hey!
Is it you or your racket that's rubbish? Come on.
Is that a challenge?
Yeah. Ha!
Rika is not like that, though, is she?
Nah, it's not her. It's her parents. They despise me.
Besides, they're always telling her to tell me to get a real profession.
They're ignorant dinosaurs.
Coding is a great profession and you're the best in the country.
Yeah, my bank account don't think so.
This place is a bit nice. How can you afford this club?
If you wanna play in the big leagues,
you gotta run with the players.
Hell, yeah.
Plus, the guy I rent my dock from...
- Yeah? - He's a member. And I...
swiped his membership card while him and the missus are away.
He must have cameras all over the place, no?
Yeah, of course he does.
So what, while you're playing Mr Big in his house,
he's probably watching you?
Probably.
Except I hacked his security systems.
And I play a loop on his feed.
I didn't know you had them kind of skills.
Hoo-hoo-hoo!
I'm gonna need you back on EyeSpy.
How's the fundraising going?
I'm dancing with a big fish,
but he wants to see it in action before he'll commit.
Just imagine how your dinosaur parents-in-law
would think about coders when you're disgustingly rich.
TOBIAS LAUGHS
I want to, mate. Really, but I can't.
I made a promise to Rika, I won't work for free any more.
It's gotta be up front, Marco.
I'm sorry.
It's OK.
GENTLE STRUM
GENTLE DOWNSTRUM
RINGING TONE
HE EXHALES
MOBILE VIBRATES
THEY SPEAK DUTCH
JOLIE MOANS
Hm?
JOLIE MOANS
SHE MOANS
SHE SQUEALS HAPPILY
JOLIE: Don't stop, baby. Don't stop.
SHE TUTS Uh-uh, no sucking!
I just had a pedicure.
SHE ENDS CALL
HE SIGHS
HE BREATHES DEEPLY
ZIP OPENS, BELT CLINKS
CAR HORN HONKS
COMPUTER CHIMES
HE CHUCKLES
HE SIGHS
WINDOW BLINDS CRUNCH
HE GRUNTS
THUDDING
CLATTERING
COMPUTER CHIMES
TYPING
HE EXHALES
TYPING
HE SIGHS
MOUSE CLICKS
HE INHALES SHARPLY
COMPUTER CHIMES
QUIET CHUCKLE
COMPUTER CHIMES
DOOR CHIME CLINKS
MARCO: Hi.
HE SNIFFS
I'm Marco de Bont.
And you are?
How well do you know the port of Rotterdam?
Um...
Pretty well. - How well?
My dad had a company that custom built shipping vessels.
And when that went bankrupt, he worked on the docks,
unloading ships for 20 years.
It's my childhood playground.
He doesn't work there any more, though, does he?
No. He died a couple years ago. Had an accident on the dock.
Sorry to hear that.
It's fine.
So I gather you would like me to pressure-test
the port's online security system?
Something like that.
Are you able to do that?
Sure.
MAN: Anyone else know you're here?
Um...
No.
That is lovely.
I think what my brother is trying to...
FORK CLINKS ..say...
This work is highly confidential.
We need someone who will be discreet.
I get it.
It's called security for a reason, right?
SLOANE: These are the identification numbers
of three cargo containers
that arrived at the port the last couple of months.
All three were compromised.
Compromised? By?
We suspect someone working at the port is responsible.
And what do you want me to do?
Connect the dots.
SLOANE: If you were able to...
track all forms of communication about these containers
once they reach the port, we believe it would lead us to our problem.
You're talking about two different systems.
There's the control centre,
which handles the flow of traffic.
The ships, the containers, the trucks.
The problem with that one is, it's a closed system.
There's no way to access it unless you're in the building.
And then the security system, which in theory protects the cargo
once it's on the ground.
I assume that the compromise happened
after the containers were offloaded from the ships,
but before they were picked up by the trucks.
SLOANE: Yes.
And that's where I would start.
You can do that discreetly, can't you?
I mean, I don't see why not.
One minor question about the payment.
25,000?
Half today.
The rest when the drawing is complete.
Hope you're right about this fucking wanker.
PHONE RINGING AND VIBRATING
How are you, Da?
OK.
Da's done some digging of his own.
Turns out our guy in the control centre, Niels,
was arrested a few months back. Made a plea deal.
Our drugs for his freedom.
Fucking Niels, man.
What are we going to do? Niels was the key.
We should never have fucking trusted that worm.
He's fucking dead.
What do we do about...?
MARCO: Please don't do it.
Please don't do this.
I promise I won't tell anything to anyone.
I don't even know who you are.
Well, let me tell you exactly who we are, then.
I'm Farrell Walsh.
That there is me big sister - Sloane Walsh.
And we come from a long line of Walshes in Dublin.
Some call us the Walsh Clan.
Others like to refer to us simply as the Irish mob.
OK, but I don't need to know any of that.
Then why did you go asking?
No, I didn't ask.
DOOR CLOSES
Jerrycan and a hose please, O'Brien.
Fine choice.
Seriously, I didn't ask.
Right?
I mean, OK, I get the message, all right?
You can stop. I won't tell anything to anyone.
What are you doing?
Fuck. Fuck!
Help! Help! Help!
FARRELL: Nobody's coming for you, pal.
OK, but please, just let me help you.
Let me help you. - You want to help us now?
You're a fucking considerate fella, aren't you?
Why don't you pop that little cigarette lighter on?
I could use a light. - I mean, at the port.
I don't need you any more, man.
I can help you at the port. I know what you're doing.
Your methods are old-fashioned.
You're analogue in a digital world.
You rely way too heavily on people.
They're vulnerable for making mistakes. And they're greedy.
Like your friend Niels. Right?
It's gonna make your operation even more precarious.
There he goes again, telling us about our own operation.
Listen, if you're smart, you can use their innovation against them.
No, no.
No, no, no.
The fuck are you doing?
How can you use their technology against them?
He's fucking lying. Let me handle this.
Um...
A-A-A pony.
You can use a pony.
If you insert a pony into one of the control centre
closed system computers, you can transmit the signal.
You'll be able to access the system
as though you were sitting in the control centre,
and nobody will know the difference.
And that way you can, you can send your container
anywhere you want it on the dock.
And you have a truck, your truck, pick it up
and drive away, just like everyone else.
You can do this pony?
Yeah.
I mean, it's a two-man job, so I'll need help from a friend.
Bullshit. He's just trying to save his own fucking skin.
We can do it, I promise. I promise we can do it.
OK? I...
..promise we can set this up for you.
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
What they're moving is none of our business.
No, you're right.
Now all I'm saying is, I live to take on Big Brother, mate,
just give me an excuse,
but I don't wanna get mixed up with bad people in real life.
Neither do I.
So you think we can do it?
Back door into one of the most complex,
secure, automated traffic control systems on the planet
and manipulate it without being noticed?
You know, that's near impossible and highly illegal.
Just the idea of it gives me goosebumps.
THEY CHUCKLE
That's a yes?
- No. - No?
It needs to be cash up front, mate.
LAUGHING: You could have led off with that!
Fucking hell...
MARCO: Mm-hm. We're working on it.
Right. How long?
Two weeks.
Two weeks, we'll have it up and running.
Next shipment is in five days.
All right. That's no problem, Miss Walsh.
We'll have it up and running in five days.
TOOL CLICKS
The Walsh way works, Sloane, it just does.
Always has.
RATTLING
Just need to set an example every now and again
so others don't go stepping out of line.
Marco is right.
Your thinking is antiquated.
Every time you step on someone you create an enemy.
And sooner or later the enemy will come calling.
Yeah, well, however they come
and whoever they are, I'll be ready.
The last thing I want to do is raise a child
in a world surrounded by this violence.
What, the real world?
Sloane, let's be honest. If the youngster has Walsh blood in it,
there's not a soap in the world
that's gonna to wash those little hands clean.
It doesn't have to be like that.
We can break the cycle if we use our intellect.
Change the way we run this business.
Be forward-thinking, progressive.
Intellect she says, yeah.
What about our little squealy pig friend Niels, then, huh?
How would you like me to go forward-thinking that situation?
What is the progressive move?
WOMAN SCREAMS
MAN SCREAMS
WOMAN GASPS
THEY SPEAK DUTCH
SHE WINCES
Feels like old times.
It does, doesn't it?
My favourite was when we hacked into the uni's mainframe
and scrambled the entire class's grades.
That was a good one.
I'm still surprised Professor Weeks didn't figure out that was us.
Good old Weeks.
At the time, I thought he was the Jesus of computer science.
Now you can run rings around him.
Maybe I should teach.
MARCO CHUCKLES
Why would you do that?
Stable job.
Steady paycheque.
You can't be serious, right?
Why would you give up your freedom?
Your keyboard warrior spirit?
That's not us.
I agree, it's not you.
OPENS CAN
It could be me.
I didn't have what you had.
My mum left when I was still shitting in nappies.
Money was so tight
that if my dad had a choice between the drink or food for me,
I didn't eat.
So, yeah, I am serious.
I want a wife...
..a house, two or three kids,
a cat...
..and a dog.
QUIET CHUCKLE
Sorry, mate, that was a bit of an overshare.
Sometimes I get a bit emotional when I've been coding too long.
No. No worries.
I love you, bro.
BIRDSONG
HORSE NEIGHING
MAN: A lady in charge. - Not just a lady.
No, no you're not. You're also my daughter.
I remember when you were knee-high.
You used to search these stables every day
for the purple-horned unicorn I told you lived here.
I know.
Well...
Always determined, always optimistic you'd eventually find it.
I loved that about you. HE CHUCKLES
Still do.
But no, we can't risk it.
Besides, you should be focusing on my grandbabies.
Not business.
The EU is a borderless gift that's just begging to be exploited.
If anyone's paying attention, they'll see it's already
a drug-infused gold rush.
In order to compete, we need to expand throughout Europe, Da.
Well, we're dabbling, you know.
I don't trust Europe.
If we keep feeding off the same land,
sooner or later we're going to step on a pile of our own horseshit.
But Ireland is what I know.
I like that.
Well, then let me take charge of the European expansion.
Last I remember, you lost three shipments.
Yes, because I was forced to use outdated methods,
relying on other people's greed so that they'll do what we ask of them.
Greed and the fear of violence.
Exactly. That's the old way.
I like the old way, darling.
If we use our brain instead of our fists,
we can make more money with less risk, Da.
Well, how do you propose we do that?
Modernise.
Use computers.
If we control the ports,
we protect our shipments, which means more product.
More product, more profit.
I suppose you think you can do that, yeah?
Control the ports?
Yes. Doing it in Rotterdam right now.
What does your brother say?
HORSE GRUNTS
He says whatever you say.
Hm...
Prove it in Rotterdam.
Otherwise, it's back to the old ways.
It's not my best work, considering the time frame,
but the pony's good to go.
How's the relay coming?
Ten metres away.
Now the hard part.
We need to figure out how to get into the port's control centre
and plant the pony without anyone noticing.
DULL THUD
THUDDING
FOOTSTEPS
Tell me about it.
HE LAUGHS
TOBIAS: I got it.
You got what?
Our way in.
ALARM BLARES
ALARM WAILS
ALARM BLARES
BEEP, MUFFLED RADIO CHATTER
COMPUTER BEEPS
BEEP
MUFFLED CONVERSATION
- OK, how much time we got? - A few hours to spare.
Should we really be doing this?
What, morally?
Yeah. And criminally. There's a heap ton of risk.
I fucking love it.
HE LAUGHS
Oh, no.
What? What's happening?
BEEPING
Talk to me, Toby.
It's the signal. It's not strong enough.
COMPUTER CHIMES No. It's all good. It's the...
MARCO: Use your words.
It's interference. So it must be all the metal at the port.
Are you fucking kidding me?
COMPUTER CHIMES
MARCO EXHALES
MOBILE VIBRATES
Hello?
FARRELL: 'Come outside. Bring your friend.'
How'd you know where we were?
Do you expect us to trust you?
That'd be nice.
You must be Tobias.
Yeah. Tobias.
Oh, a Brit. Interesting.
Interesting how?
Just interesting.
The name of the ship,
the ID of the container and where it needs to be delivered
in an hour and 45.
MARCO: Um...
See, the thing is that we...
It doesn't work.
Excuse me?
I fucking knew it.
No, it's not that it doesn't work.
It doesn't work from here.
Where exactly does it work from?
We're not sure yet.
And are you going to be sure in an hour and 45 minutes?
TOBIAS: Booster.
If we get a signal booster close enough to the relay,
the pony will transmit to the relay.
The relay will pass it on to the booster,
and the booster will send the signal back to us.
And then we're in business.
Do you happen to have a booster?
GUN CLICKS
MOBILE RINGS
MOBILE VIBRATES
Tobias.
Sorry, mate.
Inez shit all over my desk. I was just cleaning it up.
I need you to focus.
Yeah, I'm ready as ever.
'Green light on?'
- It is. - 'Great.'
Connecting now.
And?
Holy shit.
'What? What is it?'
BLEEP
We're in.
It's still on the ship.
Can you get it off?
Do bees have knees?
I... I don't know.
Yeah, fucking right, they do.
It's on the move.
Sweet mercy me.
ENGINE TURNS OVER, HE CLEARS THROAT
COMPUTER CHIMES No, no, no!
Talk to me, Tobias.
- I lost the signal. - 'Get it back.'
I'm trying.
Something must be blocking it. You need to move, mate.
What do you mean, move? Move where?
'Somewhere where you're not.'
MARCO: Now? - 'Not yet.'
- 'What about now?' - It's working.
HE SNIGGERS
Thank fuck.
Except the container...
It's gone.
'The container's gone.'
Gone? It can't just disappear.
'It didn't disappear. It's already on a truck.'
Our truck?
No.
What the fuck?
What just happened?
What the fuck?!
FOLK MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO
Little rat.
I'll get you, motherfucker.
What's going on, Marco?
Now's not a good time, Toby.
Pull over.
What?
Pull the fuck over!
Why?
FARRELL GRUNTS
Ooh!
TYRES SCREECH
BRAKES SQUEAL
MOBILE VIBRATES
I should never have fucking agreed to this shite.
Back off. Let me handle him.
I can't wait to see this.
TRUCK HONKS HORN
TYRES SCREECH
Whoo!
Wanna take it a little rough?
Fuck off!
Whoo-hoo!
CRUNCHING
HE LAUGHS
Shit. Shit, shit.
BRAKES SQUEAL
GUN CLICKS
COCKS GUN
Get the fuck out now!
Get the fuck down.
DRIVER GROANS
Now open it.
TOBIAS: 'Is now a good moment?'
FARRELL You. Get out of the fucking car now.
FARRELL THROUGH PHONE: 'Get the fuck out now!'
Get a fucking move on, yeah?
SIRENS WAIL
This is everything.
All right, let's move. Let's go.
Both of you get on your fucking knees.
SIREN WAILS
Get on your fucking knees.
What are you doing? Let's go.
SIREN WAILS, DISTANT HORN HONKS
GUNSHOT
HE GASPS
He was meant to fall fucking backwards.
HE BREATHES HEAVILY
Fuck's sake. Here, help me get him up.
Me?
FARRELL: Yes, you.
Come on.
HE QUIVERS
Grab his arms.
MAN GRUNTS
Come on.
Yeah.
GRUNTING
SLOANE: Farrell!
FARRELL: Yeah, all right.
SLOANE: Marco. Come on.
LIGHTER CLICKS
SIREN WAILS
LIGHTER CLICKS
SLOANE: Let's go.
MARCO BREATHES HEAVILY
SIREN WAILS
So how would you want me to handle this little weasel now, Sloane?
The progressive way?
Or the old-fashioned?
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