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♪ Jingle bell, Jingle bell, jingle bell rock ♪

♪ Jingle bells swing And jingle bells ring ♪

♪ Snowin' and blowin'... ♪

You heard it here first, Tulip coin is the future.

♪ Jingle bell, Jingle bell, jingle bell rock ♪

♪ Jingle bells swing And jingle bells ring... ♪

I've... I've been following crypto

since that whole GameStop thing.

You can make money too.

I mean, it's practically a dip if you think about it, right?

In two weeks, we're going to look back at this time

and... and think it's practically a sale.

♪ Jingle bell time Is a swell time ♪

♪ To go riding In a one-horse sleigh... ♪

This is the chance for the little man.

It's about time.

Free money, Mark.

I've been reading Reddit forums

and listening to, uh, you know, podcasts.

It's amazing what you can learn from YouTube.

People are buying houses with this shit.

It's... it's transforming lives.

♪ Jingle bell, jingle bell ♪

♪ Jingle bell rock... ♪

- Cheers, everyone! - Cheers!

Tulip!

To the moon, to the moon!

Yep, 10X. That one right there.

Diamond hands, baby. Diamond hands.

Hold on for dear life right there.

- Happy holidays. - You heard it here first.

And Merry Christmas to those who celebrate.

Oh, my gosh, Dad.

How did you get this?

Mom said there was no way.

This is so cool.

It's all I wanted.

Hey, guess what?

I'm this close to getting us a house.

So next time you visit,

you can have a little sleepover if you want.

Are you serious, Dad?

Yeah.

We're finally gonna be together again.

Isn't that great?

Billy.

What are you doing here?

You have your hour with her next week.

It's a Christmas party.

The whole family's here.

Couldn't be without Dad, right?

Hey, you know what the... what the court said?

I can call the cops if I want.

Okay, we're not calling the cops.

- It's Christmas, Eileen. - I'm not-- Don't--

All right, just get him out of here.

Hey, Billy, come on.

Do us both a favor. Come back tomorrow.

You can have some alone time with Stephanie.

Justin.

Uh, why don't you do us a favor

and go spend Christmas with your own fucking family?

All right, come on.

Let's go, honey.

Billy, you got her the PS5?

They're like 2,000 bucks on eBay right now.

How about a mortgage payment instead?

I paid the last two months on--

Oh, oh, you paid the last two months?

What about the other ten months?

I'm on my fucking own over here, man.

Wow, you see how she treats you, Justin?

- She has no respect for you. - We're fine.

The only time we fight is when you're in our house.

You don't know what you don't know.

My name's still on this deed, after all.

I still own this home.

- Yeah, but you don't pay for it. - Because I'm not liquid.

Yeah, well, you paid for the PS5, big guy.

I paid for that with crypto, okay?

Crypto, oh, my God.

Seriously? Talking about make-believe money.

Can I sit on your lap, tell you what I would

like for Christmas, Santa?

I would like somebody to show up for their fucking daughter.

I would like some money, some real money,

not this fucking make-believe bit gold that you got

floating up in your sled somewhere, and I would like--

Oh, I know, I would like the last

12 years of my life back.

Can you give me the last 12 years of my life back?

Can you? Can you do that for me? You can't?

Then get the fuck out of my house!

- I'm so fucking over you. - No, don't take her away!

She needs to see how her mom treats me.

Come on, let's keep it tranquilo, man.

Oh, wow, this guy, Jesus.

You know, if you had just--

if you had just listened to me about Tulip.

I listened to you for so long!

You want to see how far I'm up right now?

- No. - It's no joke, okay?

None of you know how it works.

None of you are willing to take risks.

Okay? I think outside of the box,

and you shamed me for that.

I'm not shaming you.

I hope to God I can get Steph out

of this heartless fucking house.

Hold on to some fucking hope.

I hate you.

Fuck!

What? No!

No! No!

Fuck!

The fastest-growing cryptocurrency exchange,

TPX, is in hot water, and thousands of clients

have millions of dollars in frozen assets

with little information.

Big news in the crypto world today.

Tulip has crashed and burnt.

Apparently, the CEO of the Tulip Exchange,

Charles Hegel, died in Kenya over the weekend.

What?

Apparently, he was the only one that had access

to the Tulip Exchange to unlock it.

We're all going broke here right now,

and I'm trying to figure out what's going on.

So, Tulip maniacs,

I need you guys to help me out here.

Go in the comments section. Let me know what you think.

This is not financial adv--

What?

Hey, Billy! This is Dana with Layton Brothers Realtors.

Uh, the homeowners are really excited about your offer

and are looking forward to seeing your proof of funds.

We haven't heard from you in a couple of days.

Uh, can you get your bank to send us proof so we can move

towards making the down payment?

Don't want this great opportunity

to slip away from you and your daughter.

What?

Hey, Mr. Batista gave me his blessing

to buy the place.

He accepts me.

That's great, Dom.

Here. Come on.

Just like when we were kids, man.

- Yeah. - I get to be a business owner.

You got to find your " fudoshin."

- Remember? - Right.

Literally, it means immovable mind, mental calmness.

You defended against this last week.

- Right. - Right?

Here, come at me.

Get it.

Take control. Dig deep.

It's all right, it's all right.

All right, we're going to go for a little ride.

Nice and easy.

There we go.

All right.

Come on, tap it. Tap it.

Hit me with something.

Oh, my God.

No, no, no. That was good. That was good.

- You sure? - Yeah, man.

I'm tearing up. I'm going to bleed.

- Oh, Jesus. - But, uh...

I'm going to go handle this.

That doesn't look good.

Yeah, well, chicks dig scars.

Hazards of the trade.

Hey, did you check your Tulip account today?

Nah.

Come on.

Let's "human chess."

Okay.

Yo, Tulip really dropped yesterday.

Well, that means it's going to go back up, right?

You said diamond hands,

diamond hands, diamond hands, right?

Hold on for dear life.

They're saying it's useless.

Like a... like a scam coin.

A scam coin?

Yeah, and then the guy who created Tulip,

this dude Charles Hegel, all of a sudden he died.

And... and... and...

And now the app is saying that we owe money?

I-- Let me see the phone.

Let me see your phone.

One day it was there and then, you know,

the next day it was just gone, man.

I took out a pers--

Let's go. Go.

I took out a personal loan to buy this place.

He's not telling anyone, but Mr. Batista's sick.

They were going to foreclose on this place without my help.

I was going to adopt a dog, man.

I was becoming the path, Billy.

Where's the money?

Where?

Wait.

How do we owe $67,000?

- How do we owe more? - There's no way man.

- We were-- - Okay, listen.

It was supposed to be free shi--

There's something else going on here.

I promise there's something more sinister.

Like a... like a conspiracy.

I promise you, I'm going to get your fucking money back.

How?

So you're telling me you met this person on Reddit?

Technically, yeah, but I mean, it's deeper than that.

We've been talking online for, like, a year,

but I've never met her in real life.

This is your solution?

I know it sounds sketchy,

but these hackers get shit done.

Think positive, dude, think positive.

If shit goes wrong, we could just leave.

I think that's her.

So why do you think this Hegel guy is alive?

Charles Hegel is a fucking pirate

and you know it.

When Charles Hegel dies, then 24 hours later,

Tulip crashes, the TPX shuts down,

which is, come on, pretty fucking weird, right?

Well, we dug through the ledger,

and I couldn't find anything, so I started to think,

you know, he might actually be dead

until Kingpin showed me a scrambled transaction.

It was massive.

We saw that 69 percent of Tulip was held by one address.

And they sold all of it for $259,000,000,

which caused the crash.

My government source told me that address belonged to...

drumroll, motherfuckers.

Charles Hegel and the TPX Exchange itself.

- What? - Whoa.

I mean, this Bernie Madoff motherfucker

ran off with all of our money.

And there's only one way we can get it back.

From him.

They doxxed his address,

and I tracked his Tesla back to his house.

He's alone.

In a fucking mansion.

It's rural as fuck.

I say we keep it simple and easy.

We get in there, get his cold storage,

and we leave.

What? What did she say?

Cold storage. Cold wallets.

It's where you keep the crypto off the internet.

Off... off the internet?

I thought I had to be on the internet.

It's one of these.

Your cold wallet is like the keys

to the fucking safe in your house.

This USB device holds the access to all of my crypto.

And I'm betting his wallets are at that fucking house.

Why don't we go in there and force him

to log into his accounts?

Then we make him give us the money right in front of us.

You're not seriously considering this.

- Oh. - Billy, I didn't sign up

to hold some man hostage.

Dude, he's holding us hostage.

- You're the one... - Think about it. Think...

Clear your mind.

Focus on right here, right now.

What is it you want?

No violence.

Uh, that's what we're talking about, Dom.

And...

and we get back

the money that he stole from everyone else.

We give that all back too.

- What? - Can we do that?

Yeah.

We can send all of his crypto in a fucking airdrop.

- No way. - An airdrop.

Like, when we share photos?

It's a way to send

all of your crypto to a lot of people at once.

Okay, so we're stealing from the rich

and giving to the poor.

We Robin Hood that shit.

But we do need a fucking gun.

Hey.

What can I get started for you?

That's the same gun that John Wick uses.

Heckler & Koch P30L.

Sweet.

We got a special on this pink AR for the ladies.

What I really like about the AR

is the stopping power.

It's accurate, light,

easy to shoot, very customizable.

There's barely any recoil.

I kind of just want whatever the cops use.

- It seems to work for them. - All right.

You're talking about the Glock 19 or the Beretta M9.

Versatile, durable, accurate.

More stopping power

than its weight would lead you to believe.

Hm.

Smith & Wesson M&P 9.

I'd really only recommend that though if you're a lefty.

If you're interested in a shotgun,

I recommend the Benelli M4.

It's pricey, yes.

But the recoil's not that bad.

I really love it.

That big guy over there, he could handle it.

Nah, I'm more of a grappler.

Chill.

These are way more expensive than I realized.

Yeah, no shit.

The AR-15 is way out of my price range.

This Beretta's on sale

if you sign up for our rewards program.

That works.

Um.

You take Bitcoin?

I don't think so.

Uh, I could check with the manager, though.

1636, your weapon

is now available at merchandise.

Hey.

You okay?

What's up?

This...

This doesn't line up with us spiritually at all.

We don't need a weapon.

Look, you don't need a weapon.

Your body's a deadly weapon.

What are we supposed to do?

Use me.

I'll go in.

I'll apply the pressure.

What if something happens to you?

Huh?

What do we do then?

Can I get two boxes of ammo?

And what's up with silencers?

A historic blizzard is headed our way,

already causing major travel disruptions

throughout the region.

Nonetheless, localized areas can see up to 20 inches of snow,

but it's really the heart-stopping cold

that's making it record-breaking.

With temperatures plummeting...

Right up here is a beautiful waterfall.

There's this Shinto ritual called "misogi,"

where you take on a crazy challenge once a year.

And, uh, last year, I did a frigid waterfall bath

as my "misogi."

- Get outta here. - Yeah.

- How long? - Fifteen minutes.

- Fifteen minutes? - Yeah.

We're officially out of service.

This is it. This is it.

Jesus.

This place is huge.

This is probably not even his main house.

All these assholes use fake names

and hide out at random properties.

Ah, fuck, all right.

All right, all right, all right.

- You're sure he's home? - Yes.

Oh, shit. Is that him? Is that him?

No, that's not him. Who the fuck is that?

Okay.

Billy can handle this.

Can I help you?

Sorry, I was just delivering this food.

You got the wrong house.

Uh...

Is this 12 Mulberry View Road?

There's no one home.

Um, I'm supposed to deliver the food myself.

Are you Charles Hegel?

Yeah, I can't help you, mate.

I think we should just go out there and help him.

You can distract him

and I can fucking whack him with this.

Maybe there's a... a side door or something

that I could... that I could use.

Are you trying to get me into trouble?

Oh, no, no, I don't... I don't want that.

So why don't you jump back in your van there,

have a sip of tea,

call corporate and tell them what's happening?

Before I stick this shovel up your ass.

Okay.

This is all becoming too real.

It's all happening too fast.

I don't know.

I think I just lost my passion for it.

Maybe I should just give up and go home.

Yeah, if that's what your intuition is saying, Bill.

Oh, shut the fuck up

with your fucking pseudo-spirituality bullshit.

Okay? What about you, you fucking little bitch?

Crying like a little fucking baby?

This motherfucking criminal is in that house

and he stole people's money.

Okay? He stole your fucking money.

And your money and your family's fucking money.

Oh, what? So you're gonna just cut your little dicks off

and put them in a suitcase and go home? No!

We are going to man up and do what's fucking right.

So shut the fuck up.

We are gonna wait this guy out

because he's gonna leave eventually.

And we're gonna go in there

and get some motherfucking justice.

Robin Hood.

Little John.

Gross.

It's fucking freezing.

It's so quiet out here.

Jesus, there is someone in there.

I told you.

Billy, don't.

Wait.

Fuck.

Where the fuck is Billy?

I don't know.

Hurry up.

Get here.

Where the fuck have you been?

Where'd you go?

Where the hell were you, man?

You ditched me.

It's a fricking fortress in here.

What the fuck?

- Sorry. - Damn.

Sorry.

Dude, there's fucking cameras all over this place.

I know, yeah.

Fuck.

It's a fucking vacuum cleaner.

I don't think he's here.

We saw someone in the fucking window.

He is here.

What the fuck are you doing in my house?

Is that the guy?

This is a bad idea.

My security system has already alerted the cops

and they'll be here momentarily.

- He's lying. - You should leave

before this gets really ugly for you.

What?

Oh, fuck him for playing this shit.

Let's go find this fucker.

What?

Ah, fuck.

There's a locked door.

Hegel!

Stay clear, he might have a gun.

We know you're in there!

No one wants violence, but we have guns

and we'll use them if we have to!

Billy, What's the plan?

We know you're in there!

Fuck.

You have no idea the apparatus I have in place

to ensure my safety.

No one's coming for you!

Yeah!

I'm giving you a ten count!

You better open this door!

Ten,

nine,

eight...

You got me.

You got me.

Is this the dude?

- Back up, back up. - Yeah.

- Sit down - Okay, okay.

- and don't move. - I knew you were fucking alive.

Where are the cold wallets, Hegel?

- Tell us where they are. - Where am I looking?

Look under the fucking bed.

Look everywhere.

I don't travel with them, okay?

Hey, look... look, you want money?

I can wire it to you right now.

However much you want, it's not a problem.

My man, give me the devices.

I don't have them.

And even if I did, you don't want them.

Tulip is dead, the TPX Exchange is failing.

There's no bailout coming.

All my assets are being monitored.

They're toxic, they're worthless.

Why do you think I killed myself?

This is bullshit, man.

Where the fuck are the cold wallets?

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, shit.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I got passports, credit cards, pills, and the cold wallets.

- Yeah, this is them. - We can go, right?

I need to list them first.

You stole from the wrong subreddit, motherfucker.

Remember, stay calm, okay?

Yeah.

My intuition led me right to the cold wallets.

Fudoshin, breathe through it, center yourself.

Fuck, he's asking for the passphrases.

What are the passphrases?

You think I'm reckless?

I... I don't keep passphrases just lying around,

they're in secure locations, in bank safety deposit boxes

with layers upon layers of authentication required.

I don't keep recovery seeds here.

They're not just in my random impulse mansions.

Take my advice, okay?

We log you into one of my corporate bank accounts.

Wire you enough money to set you up

for the rest of your lives, all right?

Easy, simple, clean.

Receiving a big wire transfer is asking for trouble.

It's gonna take me time to go through the hardware.

We have what we need. We're going.

Damn it. No, no, no. I'm not leaving here

with the hope of getting into these.

Who do we have to call to get it here?

It's simply not possible

with all of the layers of security.

I just keep repeating myself.

It's like talking to a fucking child.

Yes, yes! Think of me as a fucking child!

I don't know how to use this thing.

It might accidentally go off on you.

He's right.

As you can tell...

my friend wants to eliminate you.

Okay?

Unless you give us those codes.

You've destroyed our honor and the honor of many others.

And we're here to avenge that.

So...

do some soul-searching for a minute here.

Find a way to find those codes.

Take a breath.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

I can call my assistant.

Uh... have her move mountains, it would probably get two,

maybe three of them here by tomorrow.

Your fucking assistant knows you're alive?

Yeah, the whole thing was kind of her idea.

She's a good assistant.

Whatever I say you say, nothing else.

Understood?

Fuck around...

I'll kill the call.

Say you understand.

I understand.

Great.

Charlie, you haven't been answering your calls or e-mails.

Robert is freaking out.

He can't get a hold of Carl and it's horseshit.

Someone's gotten into his head,

or he's gotten into his own fucking head.

I have no idea, but you need to get your man back in line.

Yeah, yeah, look, never mind all that, okay?

Robert always freaks out. It's what animates him.

He's telling me not to leave the island.

Is there news breaking that I need to know about?

No, everything's fine, all right?

Don't worry.

Tell her to send your safety deposit boxes

by tomorrow morning.

Listen, Kelly, I need you to do me a huge favor.

There's a safety deposit box

at Trident Trust Bank in the Caymans.

I'll e-mail you the details in just a second.

I need you to have the contents delivered to me here

by tomorrow morning.

Wow, I... Charlie, with all due respect

with everything that's going on,

I think we should just focus on triage right now.

Triage? What the fuck?

No, this helps with triage, okay?

I promise.

Just get the contents here to the Lenox location

as soon as possible.

Trident Trust.

We have plenty of friends there.

If I can get working on this right now,

I mean, we'll have to fly a fucking private jet

to get it to you, but...

We'll see if it can land in that fucking blizzard.

As long as you send me the contents

by tomorrow morning, seven a.m.,

everything will be fine.

As long as you send the contents

by tomorrow morning, seven a.m., everything will be fine.

It's doable.

I mean, they're probably expecting

closing business there anyway.

Tell her to do whatever she needs to do

in order to get there by seven a.m.

What was that?

Charlie?

Dude, hit the mute button.

Sorry, connection's fucked.

- I'm getting some reverb. - Okay.

Um... I'm counting on you to make it happen

by tomorrow morning, seven a.m.

Wake up whoever you have to. Spare no expense.

You can bill the emergency account.

You know where it is. Use it.

Call Ajaq if you have to.

Uh...

Say goodbye and send the e-mail.

I gotta jump.

Thanks, Kelly.

Okay, Charles. Uh.

Yeah, always, uh, I'll get it done.

I just saved your ass. You're welcome.

Say your name, the date,

and all the fucking lies you told.

Shouldn't he have a newspaper, though?

All the ISIS videos, they have a newspaper

to prove that it's like the right day.

- No. - And that they're still alive.

He... he could just say the date.

Say the fucking date, go.

You know there's gonna be metadata

attached to that video, right?

What's metadata?

It means they'll know it was his phone.

They can track all that.

I don't give a fuck about metadata, okay?

Dude...

Say that you're fucking alive

or I swear to God I'm gonna fucking kill you.

No guns.

The fuck?

Fine then, use your body as a weapon, huh?

You're always talking about Peruvian neckties.

Go put him in a choke.

Then I'm gonna be on camera.

Well, then put him in an armbar.

I'm gonna do an arm thing.

- Okay, yes. - But it's gonna be playful.

Jesus.

Ah!

Okay, okay, okay, okay!

Hello, Redditverse.

My name is Charles Hegel,

founder and CEO of TPX.

Despite what you may have heard, I am not dead.

The rumors about a death certificate are false.

That is what they want you to believe

because they are afraid of what we are working

to make you wh--

Oh, ah! Okay!

- Say you're sorry. - Ahh!

I did it, I did it!

Good, we got it.

Easy, easy.

Seven a.m. tomorrow morning,

all we gotta do is wait ten hours.

Fuck this guy.

He's just buying time.

We have what we need and we should go.

You said it yourself.

Everybody thinks this dude is dead.

No one is coming for him

because no one is coming for a fucking dead man.

We have all the time in the world.

I have a very reliable option to hack the wallets.

He was on the FBI's most wanted list when he was 15.

Oh, no, no.

He's testified at Congress.

He can do this.

Sounds legit.

Dude, it's too much of a risk.

We don't know this guy.

How long is it gonna take him?

Can he actually get in?

It's not guaranteed.

We wait here ten hours, it's fucking guaranteed.

Look, I think we need to explore this option.

And I'm holding on to the cold wallets.

I don't think so. You're acting untethered.

No, I'm not.

Your judgment's a little cloudy right now.

I'll hang on to the cold wallets

because I'm the only one that can keep his cool right now.

All right?

Sounds like you're done in there.

There's piss everywhere.

Hey, Billy. It's Dana

at Layton Brothers Realtors again.

I really wish I had better news. So sorry.

Unfortunately, your mortgage application was rejected.

The lender was not able to verify your name on the deed

at your other property.

It's probably just a mix-up.

Oh, look at this. Look at this.

There are still some other routes we can take.

I know how much you guys want this.

Anyways, call me back.

Yeah, motherfucker.

Damn it.

Piece of shit.

Look at you.

Make yourself at home.

Nice coat.

Sorry, the house gets a little drafty.

I'd turn up the heat, but...

How's it feel to get ripped off?

Can you feel it in the pit of your stomach?

I've been ripped off

by more people than you can possibly imagine,

more times than you can possibly imagine.

It's called business.

People in my world feel the way you feel right now,

all day, every day.

It's why they're constantly trying to devour

their competitors again and again and again and again.

It's the game.

But this, this, uh, armed robber with a vendetta charade...

I think you're confusing yourself

with someone who actually does this.

Look, there was nothing wrong with your instincts.

Tulip was considered bulletproof by everyone.

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Then how the fuck did I go wrong?

You got the wrong fucking friends, for starters.

The right friends would have told you

when they were dumping.

And then you would have been popping champagne

in your penthouse apartment celebrating the W.

But hey, it's not over yet.

You just broke through the wall today, my friend.

How so?

Look, you seem smart.

Not like your friends.

They don't have it.

But you just need to take what you've learned,

and flip it on its head a little bit.

Then you can enter the big boys' club.

It's a club you want to be in, right?

It's a club we all want to be in.

Well, here's your invitation.

When that safety deposit box arrives,

you need me to open it.

Voice authentication, retina scan, the whole nine.

But what if I told you I would only open it for you

if it was just you?

The last man standing gets the prize.

Winner takes all.

That's how you become a somebody.

No calf went mega by swimming with a pod.

You gotta eat it all.

You know, it's not an easy process.

This is not like what you see in the movies where people

just kind of click stuff and things happen.

Like how long?

You know, possibly

if I haven't seen this wallet before,

maybe like a couple months to figure it out.

Months? I don't have months. We need them now.

Yeah, I mean, that's, you know,

that's just kind of the reality of it.

I just want to, you know, set expectations

before we, you know, get into this.

Well, maybe you worked on these wallets before.

- Dom, show him the wallets. - Oh, yeah. Hold on a sec.

So I just got them securely in my fanny pack.

Can you see that?

Okay. Yeah, that looks familiar, but I see some things on there

that I don't recognize.

Is that like some sort of custom version or something?

- Definitely custom. - Uh, yeah.

Do you know who made them? Like, is there any

identifying markings or anything like that?

Our company.

Yep.

Okay, cool. So, um, can I talk to the developers?

Like maybe they can give me some info about it

before I, you know, start hacking on it.

We fired them.

Yeah, we had to let them go.

It was a bad... It was a bad split.

Shut the fuck up.

Okay. But you still use their wallets?

- Uh, yeah. - Yeah, uh-huh.

When we got-- when we fired those guys,

uh, they... they took a bunch.

By the way, how much do you charge

for something like this?

So I take 30 percent of the value that's on the wallets.

Thirty percent?

Yeah. I mean, I get it, you know, but that's...

that's just kind of how things are.

You know, Eva explained to me and I--

There's more to explain. So why don't you come sit down

and explain to him a little bit more

about the situation that we're in?

- Okay. - And then he can understand

kind of a little what's going on.

Hey, hey, hey.

Eva, I... I feel like you need

to figure out a couple things on your end first.

- No, no, no. - We have it figured out.

We do. We're just gonna...

we're gonna follow your lead on this.

Something just... feels off about this.

Okay? I mean, you're... you're fine.

Do your thing. This just isn't me. Okay?

If I were you, I wouldn't even bother trying to hack

the hardware at all.

I would just try to find the recovery seeds.

Because if you can get the recovery seeds,

you know, that maybe these guys saved

as they were setting up the wallets,

you can, you know, control the crypto

and transfer the funds wherever you want.

What'd he say?

- Did he say we don't... - Hey, I appreciate you

- ...need the cold wallets? - ...calling me.

- It was great to talk to you... - What did he just say?

...but um, I gotta take my kid to ballet.

- Eva, what the fuck? - Can I call you later?

Bye, Eva.

I'm still gonna try.

- I'll try you in an hour. - No, wait.

I'll try you in an hour, okay?

Fuck, Billy.

Did he just say someone else could access the cold wallets?

What type of shit are you trying to pull here?

I say we wait a few hours. That's the better idea.

Unless you and this guy have some other shit up your sleeve.

Okay, look, I can start working on the airdrop,

but we can't transfer the funds

- until we have the passphrases. - Uh-uh.

I don't trust this airdrop situation.

I don't want to send it to a bunch

of Wall Street crypto whales.

Okay, yes. We have to make sure that the money doesn't go back

to Hegel and his millionaire friends,

but it's not impossible.

I mean, the whole purpose of crypto

is that everything is verifiable by everyone.

So I can look through the ledger and find addresses

of people who hold two ETH or less,

who also bought Tulip.

Yes.

Give back

to the people that got robbed just like us, Billy.

That's all we're trying to do.

Can we focus on that?

Hey!

Fuck!

I understand how people could, you know,

lose all their hard-earned money that they put into Tulip.

How do people owe more money than what they put in?

You know you don't have to be his circus bear.

You got it wrong.

Should I play prosecutor,

enumerate all the crimes?

Mm, yeah.

Go ahead, dead man.

Tell me.

Home invasion, robbery, kidnapping, extortion, torture.

No doubt, some form of racketeering

and the night is still young,

but I'm guessing eventually murder, life, life,

tack on a few more life sentences.

All because you agreed to dance like a silly fucking bear.

I'm not a bear.

You are a bear.

But you should be the bear that turns on his handler

because the handler is leading you to slaughter

and you don't know the strength of your claw.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, yeah, I think I know my strength.

I think I know it very well

and I have a very...

intimate relationship with my strength,

because...

I...

live a sincere life.

Self-control...

and kindness.

All the qualities that a fraud like you...

would die to have.

I think you're a little in the dark

about who your friends are.

I offered him a deal.

He seemed pretty receptive.

I'd keep my eye on him if I was you.

Of course, I offer you the same deal.

I'd take the deal.

Unless you think you can trust your handler.

Billy.

Billy?

Billy.

Billy, you in there?

Where you been?

Just... wandering the palace.

Man, this place is fucking huge, bro.

We need to talk.

You've got about 100 missed calls

from this guy named Guy.

Who is this guy?

No idea.

Something's happening

that you're not telling us about.

Let me guess.

You're the one who found me.

The only one with brains, that's for sure.

Let me guess.

You stole the revolution

and you're mad that we're stealing it back.

Oh, fuck that.

No pirate gets mad at the game.

See, that is the problem.

Too many of you all think that this is a game

of toy soldiers.

Speaking of toys, try to tell me you're not using

the "Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots" for your own goals.

Hmm?

Where'd you dig those two up anyway?

They're like a walking, talking highlight reel

from Cops, circa 1993.

Hmm.

They got energy.

Yeah, a burn it all on meth energy.

You gotta know those mouth-breathers

are gonna fuck this up for you one way or another.

They got history.

Small one's got the big one

wrapped around his little finger.

He says, "Put her to sleep."

Good night, ladies.

You think you're fucking safe?

I'm the only piece on the board that matters.

Get me out of here.

Get us both out of here, alive, away from them.

Make the smart play, work with me.

Take the paycheck.

Hmm.

I think you should make a deal with me.

Otherwise, it's a game of last man standing

and, come on.

Be smart.

Make the right play.

Cotton candy?

So, uh...

that guy make you an offer?

Because, uh...

he made me one, and, uh...

you didn't... you didn't mention anything about him

making you one.

Dude, don't listen to Hegel's hostage bullshit.

We're here for the wallets, all right?

How do we know she's not gonna play us?

I... I'm not that--

How would she even do that?

Hackers? I don't know.

They do crafty shit like that all the time.

Deepfakes? Maybe you were right.

I shouldn't have been so quick to trust her.

She's not you and she's not me, so what the fuck, Dom?

I don't know, man.

I just don't want to give her any chances

to pull the money out from under us.

If the airdrop works, she's gonna get her money.

She'll get her piece.

We just eliminate her crafty ass. You know?

It's not right.

I can't... I can't--

I think someone's here.

Come on.

- There's someone here. - What?

Wait, where are you going?

Where are you going?

I'm back here! Help! Help!

Shh! Shh!

Stop screaming, please.

I don't wanna have to choke you out.

Jesus. Fucking animal.

Evening, Bruno...

Mr. Morello?

Where the fuck did he go?

What?

- Hey. - Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

- What was I supposed to do? - You have a fucking gun!

- Shit! - Fuckin' just stay patient.

All right? Deep breaths. Can you breathe?

Think Billy. Think fuckin' think, Billy.

- Um, we gotta get out of here. - Give me time to think.

Put your hands up, Uber boy.

I have to go.

Billy. Billy.

Billy.

Billy.

No.

Fuck.

Hi, baby. What are you doing up?

Playing Fruit Ninja.

Don't worry, I won't tell Mommy.

Wait, is that the new house behind you?

Uh... yeah. Yeah, yeah, it is.

Show me the inside.

No baby, not right now, it's... it's not ready.

I don't care.

I... I want it to be perfect.

It's just better we wait, you know?

Are you okay, Dad?

Yeah, I'm just upset, um...

Some of the work in the house got messed up.

Just don't get too angry.

No, baby.

Are you crying?

Yeah, I'm just so happy to see your face, that's all.

Daddy, can we play Transformers at the new house?

Yeah, only if you let me win though, okay?

Stephie, timer went off.

Oh no, Mom heard me.

It's getting late, I have to go. Love you.

I love you, Steph... Stephie...

please just don't forget,

Daddy loves you.

I won't.

Good night, baby.

Good night.

Fuck...

You just shot and killed a man.

Now I've got the rope around my neck...

but which one of us is worse, huh?

You're a menace.

And you're a child.

What'd you come here for?

You want an apology?

You're not fucking getting it out of me.

But that's not why you're here.

You're here to man up

and take all that shit for yourself.

That's what you want.

I fucking know that's what you want.

You've taken one life.

What's two more?

Who the fuck do you think I am?

You're the guy who walked through that door,

tied me down, and said, "This is what I want."

You're that fucking guy.

Hey.

Come here.

Me or him?

Oh, him.

Okay, I'll stay here.

Look, I set us up with a multi-sender app

to simplify the airdrop.

This is the username and password

so we can all access the account.

Download the app, sign in so you can access it.

Understand?

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

I'm gonna need your ETH addresses too.

Are you talking about sending an airdrop?

Yeah.

You're fucking joking.

We're gonna turn back the clock on your fake death.

You're giving it back.

Are you going along with this shit?

Yeah.

Just text me your addresses.

Oh, this is horseshit.

This goes against the very culture

you say you're about, man.

Crypto is capitalism.

It's peak fucking capitalism.

What is this?

Fucking socialist woo-woo wah-wah,

everyone's equal bullshit?

You know what else is bullshit?

Multi-sender apps.

So is she.

We hire coders, okay?

Do you know what the fuck she's talking about?

She's on it.

Jesus, I'm like a fucking camp counselor here.

Do you realize she could just be making up

that super simple app?

Text me your ETH addresses and then what?

Hm, she's gonna miraculously send it to you

and everyone else?

I mean, I guess, maybe.

More likely, she's gonna send it to one address, hers.

Fuck.

What?

She can very easily swipe it all,

leaving you with nothing.

Just in time.

You better get your boy's head right.

He's talking about giving all the coin to the girl

so she can walk away with it.

She's gonna scam you guys.

You know, kind of like margin trading your homie's tokens

and not telling them about it, right?

What?

Margin trading. Do you wanna Google it?

It's like the free Tulip the TPX gave us

when we signed up.

Free Tulip?

Is that what you told him?

It's a loan.

He took a loan from the app and it crashed.

Man, shut the fuck up. Come on, let's go.

That's why you owe more than you put in.

You borrowed from the broker.

I bet he'll fuck you over again.

Just as soon as those passphrases

come through the door.

D ude, he's full of shit, man.

He's lying, I Googled a ton about trading on margin.

He doesn't know what he's talking about.

I built up my credit,

paying off my Jeep.

And you took it and then you brought me here

and then you killed a man.

That was self-defense, dude.

The old man was pointing a gun at me.

What was I supposed to do?

You kill someone and it's not your fault.

It's always someone else's fault.

Everything he says feels like it's true,

but he's lying, man.

You don't actually fucking believe him, do you?

Every thought, every action, every word

leaves a karmic imprint on you, Billy.

And this murder,

that's on me too, now.

I'm desperately trying to plant seeds, Billy.

And you're planting poison.

So, um...

I'm out.

I suggest you do the same.

Charlie, can you hear me?

Those fucking transfers alerted the Feds.

You gotta get out of the house.

This is not a drill.

The Feds are coming.

You gotta get out of the house right fucking now. Char--

I can't let you leave, man.

We've come too far, man.

What are you gonna do to make me stay?

Billy?

Billy? Dom?

Billy?

Dom?

Billy?

Dom, where the fuck are you?

No, Dom. Stop it. Stop it!

Don't, don't, don't.

You...

are...

not...

my...

friend

anymore.

Billy!

You're just like him.

I want to renegotiate.

Instead of giving everything to the last man standing...

I'm going to be the last man standing.

Billy, Billy!

Come on, Billy goat!

You fucking animal.

No, no, please no. No, no.

The seed phrases are in the whale.

They're in the house. They're in the whale, please.

Get up.

Come on, let's go, get up!

Come on, let's go.

Get in there, man!

You fucking broke my rib.

Sit!

Don't move.

Looks like you're the last one standing.

There's supposed to be three.

Congrats.

You gonna airdrop it, Billy?

Hmm?

No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no.

There's nothing on these!

What the fuck is going on?

My partner must have cleared those accounts.

Dude, do you have a fucking death wish?

- No. - Are you asking me to kill you?

- No, please. - Because I will.

There's only two sets of passphrases.

What's the third set?

I don't know, I thought there were three. I swear I thought--

What is the third set of passphrases?

Tell me you have it fucking memorized!

Give me the other recovery seeds!

I swear to God, if you don't tell me,

I'm gonna fucking blow your brains out right now.

Tell me the fucking passphrase, motherfucker!

Call me Ishmael!

What?

Tell me the fucking passphrases, I swear to God!

That's it, that's it.

That's fucking "Call me Ishmael,"

that's it, I swear to God!

That's it, that's the passphrase!

- It's the only one that matters. - That's it?

It overrides everything.

You type that shit in. Come on, let's go!

- Type it in! - Okay.

Come on!

Transfer it to this address.

You better not be fucking with me, man.

Uh...

Uh-huh, look at it.

You don't have to airdrop it.

It's all yours.

They're gone now.

You have what it takes.

Welcome to the rest of your life, Billy.

You're one of us now.

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Fuck. Who the fuck is that?

Who did you call? Who is that?

I don't know, I swear. I swear I don't know.

I swear to God, I'm gonna fucking--

Please, please, I did what you told me.

I sent the money, come on, please, just...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, okay. Okay, okay, okay.

He went out the back. He's got a gun.

He went that way, I think.

Charles Hegel?

We have a warrant for your arrest.

What?

Multiple counts of fraud, racketeering, tax evasion,

perjury, and obstruction.

Cuff him.

What are you talking about?

I was robbed, okay?

They held me hostage all night long.

- And now he's running out the-- - Let's go.

He's a guy with a gun.

He's running, he's running.

You don't care? You don't care about the dead body inside?

There's a killer on the loose.

Daddy!

Dad!

I'm here.

With much of the country suffering

from an Arctic blast, the crypto markets

appear to be coming out of winter and heating up.

A huge amount of Ethereum

landed in thousands of accounts last night

in what they're calling a "crypto Christmas miracle."

Hello, Stephie.

No more screen time.

Give me the phone, please.

Hey, mom, what's ETH?

What is this?

I think Daddy sent it.

They're all asking the same question.

Who is this Robin Hood?