01x04 - Don't Stop the Dance

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When Hapna went on sale

3 years ago,

minors were strictly

prohibited from using it.

But in the underground scene,

it was a craze among us kids.

Adults didn't understand why we

would want to use painkillers.

Then all it took was

a single rumor.

"Hapna is a drug

that can get rid of sadness."

The word spread like wildfire.

Dealers started selling it

to us at jacked-up prices.

I took it, too.

Since my own feelings

were too much for me to handle.

It seemed crazy that

Skinner found a way

to control human emotions.

I started to think of him

as a god.

Needless to say, he betrayed

all those expectations,

but just maybe

Dr. 909.

One of the world's

most prolific hackers.

Even the FBI hasn't been

able to identify him.

But thanks to Elaina,

we located his hidden wallet.

- What's a "hidden wallet"?

- Well,

think of it like a bank ledger

for cryptocurrencies.

Looking into it, we found a

highly unusual influx of funds.

- Whoa!

- Is this for real?

That's an insane

amount of money.

Right before Skinner made

his announcement,

a stock trader named Sam

deposited a large amount

of money into 909's account.

From the looks of it,

the guy knew ahead of time

that Hapna stocks would plummet.

He sold off a whole bunch of

them just before the news hit.

But how could this guy know?

Dr. Skinner's

plan started 3 years ago,

when he disappeared and

erased all traces of himself.

It should be impossible

to pull that off

without the help

of a top-tier hacker.

So, basically, this 909 guy

helped Skinner disappear

in exchange for Hapna info.

Then got with Sam

to cash in before the crash.

That seems like

the natural conclusion.

Okay. All we gotta do now

is catch this 909 fella.

You make it so sound easy.

In the meantime,

Elaina is going to keep

monitoring the wallet

for any movement.

The rest of you

go and hunt down Sam.

It seems highly likely that he's

in regular contact with 909.

Unh!

Meow! Meow, meow, meow!

Sam Stephenson.

The stock trader.

Just another investor

who's rolling in the dough.

Definitely not a fan.

I bet this guy's

a narcissistic rich as*h*le

who thinks he's a hotshot,

who makes women wait on him.

Settle down.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

Let's see what his

social media presence is like.

- Ha!

- Hey!

It's all about Hapna!

Ah!

Mmm!

Nothing to stress about.

The only stuff I like to keep

around my club

is the hottest stuff!

Just as bad as I thought!

Talk about a total sleazebag!

How is this guy for real?

- Ugh.

So, what do we gotta do

to meet this jackass?

Sam throws a party at one

of his clubs every weekend.

He likes to pick out

attractive women

to join him in the VIP area.

All right, then.

I take it that's

where I come in.

Hold up!

Why I am dressed like a girl?

For insurance.

We have no idea what type of

woman this guy is into.

I gotta say, though,

it's actually

a good look on you.

No, seriously,

you're a real cutie.

- Hey! Personal space!

- Hey, heartbreaker.

Stop goofing around, you two.

- Cut it out!

- Let's go.

No way!

This is wild!

They've booked Visionary

as tonight's DJ?!

- Wow.

- What's the big deal?

Is he famous?

- Huh?

You've never heard of him?

- Aw, yeah!

It's time to have some fun!

Remember,

we're not here to party.

Yeah, I'm aware.

Huh? This shouldn't

even be possible.

- What's wrong?

- It's regarding the locations

of the deposits made

over the last 2 weeks.

I'll show you.

London, Boston, Lyon, Osaka.

They're happening

all over the world.

And what's more, every single

one took place at physical ATMs.

Does this mean

he hired someone

to make the deposits

for him and avoid being tracked.

That doesn't make sense.

He would have to meet

them in person

to pass off the access device.

In any event, the security

cameras at the ATMs,

should've caught somebody

making the deposits.

Okay. I'll try

looking into them.

Come on. We need to look

the part of a couple.

Hm.

We're going to infiltrate

in two teams.

Obviously, we can't

bring in any weapons.

Ladies, your mission

is to catch Sam's eye

by putting on a show

and waiting for

his personal invite.

If you manage to

establish contact with him,

lure him to a secluded area.

What if he doesn't choose us?

We switch to plan B.

We go kick his a*s.

There is no plan B.

This is his turf.

And the last thing

we want is for him to run off

because we caused a scene.

Oh!

I haven't been to

a club in forever!

Ah!

Hold on!

Unh!

Uh, pardon me.

Sorry. Only authorized

personnel allowed upstairs.

- Oh, yeah?

- You're in the way, dude!

These guys are with me.

His security is heavily armed.

It looks like

the VIP lounge is upstairs.

You need some kinda digital

tattoo to gain access.

Hmm.

They certainly appear

to be the same person.

But none of them

show their faces,

so I can't identify them.

Hit me with another.

Thank you.

Just put it on this guy's tab.

That's enough. Slow down.

Aw, this is just pre-game

for me.

Barkeep! A shot of tequila!

Ooh! That's it.

Excuse me.

Is Sam really

going to show tonight?

It's hard to say.

Every once in a while,

the owner does make

his own appearances.

Oh, boo!

I really wanted get

a good selfie with him.

Well, just between you and me,

he always shows up with the DJ,

and they arrive by helicopter.

Why, thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Whoa!

Unh!

What are you doing?

I thought I told you

to put on a show.

Then I'm gonna need help

getting comfortable out there.

Why don't you come

and dance with me?

- Huh?

- Are you telling me

you can't dance?

Of course I can dance.

That guy is a riot!

He's getting

all of the attention.

Huh?

I don't get this place.

I danced my butt off

but didn't get an invite.

- I just got picked up.

- No way! That's BS!

Where at?!

- Now that's funny.

I guess they think he's

just better-looking than you.

Ah!

Uh, sorry.

Forget what I said.

- What's up, Laura?!

- Hi, Chris!

Who's this b*tch?!

You can't cut in line!

Let's go, girl!

Don't want to keep Sam

waiting for us.

Huh? The wallet just

updated with a new transaction.

Where did it happen?

Babylonia City.

This is actually

really close to us!

All right, everyone!

Let me introduce you!

Say hello to the special DJ

who I booked for today's event!

The Visionary!

- Hey.

Perfect.

They made contact with Sam.

And now it's our turn.

Hey, there, I'm Diana!

And this little cutie is Laura.

Right?

Like we give

a flying crap about your names.

Hey, what are those?

Stock prices?

You're doing money-making

stuff right now?

We have an AI that does

all the trading for us.

So we just watch millions

of dollars move by the second.

Delta's getting dropped

like a rock.

I know about that!

It's 'cause of Hapna!

Yeah, right!

Females don't know anything!

Skinner is the b*mb!

Aren't you afraid

of Hapna k*lling us?

Eh, why should I?

Somebody'll figure out a cure.

And then, we're gonna

make millions off of it.

That's how we do it!

You're so cool.

I know, right?

Huh?

Oh, sorry.

She's just a little shy.

I like that. It's cute.

Let's go somewhere private.

I'm surprised, Visionary.

You got kinky tastes!

- Shut up, man.

- Uh

Here we go!

It's punch-bowl time!

Yeah!

Huh?

Hey, wait a minute.

- It was Laura, wasn't it?

- Uh, well, it--

Listen, those other women

seemed like a bunch of sluts.

They don't spark my interest.

- Huh?

Let me put it this way.

My type of woman

is someone innocent

and still untouched.

Almost translucent?

If that makes sense.

Hey, uh, your set is

starting sometime soon.

Isn't it?

- Eh.

I leave all the songs

and that stuff to the AI.

- Huh?

- I don't give a crap

about music or whatever.

The only reason I'm a DJ is

to be popular with the ladies.

It's showtime, sir.

Please come to the booth.

Mm.

Keep an eye on her

so she doesn't run away.

Got it?

Found him!

- Where is he now?

- In Babylonia City.

It's footage

from 30 minutes ago.

Why the roof?

Stop right there, boys.

Those digital tattoos,

who did you get them from?

Let me switch

to a different camera.

Hmm.

I'll try using

a correction filter.

It worked!

That's our guy.

Let me tell ya,

the only females who show up

at my parties

are gold diggers like these.

And that's why

I give 'em what they deserve

with the special punch bowl!

All right, boys!

Do whatever you want with them!

Ha ha!

I'm gonna help myself

to this one right here.

No, stop it.

- Oh, boo-hoo.

You're in my club now, missy.

And it has the perk

of extraterritoriality,

meaning,

the cops aren't coming,

and the punch will make sure

you don't remember

anything tomorrow.

I've seen this guy before.

It's Visionary.

Oh. That makes sense.

He's always on tour,

traveling the world!

That's how he pulls off

all the transactions.

- Heh.

- Oh, I get it.

Huh?

You like to prey on women

like this.

Oh!

What the--

You should be out of it.

These cheap-a*s party

drugs of yours

don't do a damn thing to me!

Unh!

Aah!

You only like

"the hottest stuff"

Isn't that right?

- Uh, well, no.

Taste reality,

you frickin scumbag!

Unh!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Aah! Ohh!

Huh?

Aah!

Aah!

Unh!

We've got him!

The identity of Dr. 909

is Visionary!

Huh?

Oh!

- Unh!

- Ohh!

Unh!

That's not good!

Come on!

Aah!

Huh?

Aah!

Ow!

Unh!

Unh!

Unh!

Heads up. They're trying

to escape in a helicopter.

I'll bring the car around!

Who the hell are those people?!

Unh!

Go now!

Hello, and good evening.

Seriously?!

Hmm.

Holy crap!

This guy has been watching

too many action movies!

My God.

He's totally out of his mind.

Over there!

He's still on the chopper!

Got it.

I want you to shake him off!

I am not allowed

to perform such maneuvers.

Huh?! I'm your owner!

I'm ordering you

to do what I say!

No, I refuse.

Hurry the hell up and do it,

damn it!

Bleep, blop, bloop!

Go!

Uh

Goodbye!

Bingo!

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

- Huh?

- Huh?

What?!

How is that possible?!

Ram into that guy!

I am not allowed

to perform such maneuvers.

Just do what I say!

No, I refuse!

Dammit!

Piece of garbage!

Follow my orders!

Bloop, beep, beep, beep,

beep, beep, beep, beep!

- Aah!

- Unh!

I told you so.

Wait! I'll give you as much

money as you want!

Come on!

Please don't k*ll me!

Okay, then.

Are you gonna tell me

where Skinner is?

Skinner?

Aah!

Better tell me everything now

or you're gonna drown.

Hey, do you know anything?

I've got no idea!

Really, now.

So how'd you make

all that money off Hapna?

- Well

because I hacked some data

from Delta Medicinal.

Fine.

Then give me that data.

- Uh, I can't.

- Huh?

Give it here!

Hand it over!

Here you go, sir!

- Aah!

It's been a pleasure.

-Famed investor Sam Stephenson

was arrested today

on charges of insider trading.

Police took him into custody

alongside a hacker known

as Dr. 909,

real name Donald McDonald,

who is suspected

of leaking the information.

So, to put it plainly,

909 had no connections

with Skinner whatsoever?

Yes, that seems to be the case.

Goddammit.

But at least now we're aware

that Delta Medicinal knew

the dangers of Hapna.

Which means that

Those people definitely have

some connection to Skinner.

I ♪

I must be

losing my mind ♪

I keep on trying

to find a way out ♪

There's no need ♪

You don't lock the

door anymore ♪

I ♪

Ba ba, ba ♪

You know I never go out ♪

Ba ba, ba ♪

And you know I

start to forget things ♪

It's okay ♪

They weren't

essential anyway ♪