Whisper Breach (2025)

[bunniefuu]

(slot machine clacking)

(video game music)

(energetic music)

(g*nshots banging)

(g*nshots popping)

In a strange world where people lurk

Who used to know your name

I look around and realize

I am not the same

I walk along with blinders on

To block the point of view

(g*n clicking)

(g*nshots banging)

Of people walking

Close to me

Who told me what to do

Oh I've got nothing

(g*n clicking)

(g*nshots banging)

I'm not like anyone

Like everybody else

I am just a wanderer

Rebuilt and torn apart

Late bloomers need to

(Niece speaking foreign language)

(Heinz speaking foreign language)

Reminds me its a waste of time

To try too hard to please

Well I've got nothing

To say for myself

I'm not like anyone

Like everybody else

Oh I've got nothing

To say for myself

I'm not like anyone

Like everybody else

(rock music)

(car engine humming)

(footsteps clacking)

Looking back

I see I'm nothing

More than what they think

[Winston] So, Jesse says,

"Damn, man, we go way back.

Why don't you just gimme the job?"

Wow, does he know f*ck

sh*t about computers?

Of course not.

I'm paying him to learn from scratch.

Geez.

I mean, that's going

above and beyond, Winston.

Hope he delivers for you.

Nah, not important.

He delivered in Iraq when sh*t mattered.

(door thudding)

Hello, beautiful.

[Kent] There she is.

Winston?

Oh my God.

- Long time.

Thought you were in Zurich.

And look, babe, he brought

a bottle of the good stuff.

Oh.

Hi, my love.

You want my shot?

f*ck yeah, I do.

Winston?

So, we've missed you.

That doctor I've been trying to see

had a cancellation

today, so I jumped on it.

Oh, she's been having some

headaches last couple months.

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, of course.

Same sh*t, different day.

Doctors are just trying to figure me out.

Do you wanna 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 trout-itos

that he might catch.

Cute.

It ain't about clubbing tuna, my man.

It's about finesse.

Oh, yeah?

And how do you plan on fly fishing

with that broken ankle of yours, bud?

[Sandy] What?

No, how?

Yeah, a pick-up basketball

game with some coworkers.

Computer nerds.

I heard that.

(Kent laughing)

It's healing.

Well,

you've survived much worse.

Well, we have been to

hell and 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 friends.

You mean your only friends?

Ah.

(gentle music)

(Winston sighing)

I have to ask again.

Here it comes.

Oh.

You two have got to

reconsider the private sector.

You should be k*lling 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 computery sh*t,

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 k*ll 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 this doesn't make sense to you,

we're trying to keep things simple.

Take a look around.

(Kent sighing)

We've got everything we

need right here, man.

We got each other.

(Sandy chuckling)

We got our little boat,

and we have the sea.

That's all we need.

All right, I had to ask.

Happy you two have each other.

Freaking love birds, you are.

Covert, lethal,

crafty f*ck' love birds.

Awe,

I'm gonna take that as a compliment.

(phone buzzing)

[Winston] 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 here.

(Kent grunting)

Hey.

[Sandy] Yep.

Get home safe.

Loverboy here needs his baby rest.

[Kent] Yeah.

I'm pretty drunk.

You drunk?

(Sandy laughing)

- You kidding?

- He's drunk,

he's drunk.

Hoo-yah!

Okay, okay.

We're too old for that.

Come on, let's go.

(gentle music)

(floor creaking)

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 gonna be too

tired to dive tomorrow.

I'm coming.

(gentle music)

(phone alarm ringing)

(Kent sighing)

(food sizzling)

You leavin' without me?

There she is.

Figure I'd let you sleep in a bit.

Coffee?

Please.

There you go.

One more burrito and we are good to go.

Hey.

I was thinking about Winston's offer.

(Kent scoffing)

Really?

We could use the money.

Babe,

you think I want that life back?

Do you?

(Kent sighing)

Do you?

Touche.

(birds squawking)

(gentle music)

[Kent] I got a good feeling about today!

[Sandy] Because?

Because Jimmy J. Rock landed

a 70-pound white sea bass

backside of the island like 2 days ago.

Who's Jimmy J. Rock?

No, he's that,

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,

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.

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps thudding)

(door thudding)

(intruder inhaling)

(suspenseful music)

Hey, babe?

Hey, babe, will you stop

chewing for a second?

(Kent sighing)

So, today makes 15 years.

And, I just wanted to let you know that...

That I can't imagine what

my life would've been like

if I hadn't been at that embassy that day.

Remember, we,

we locked eyes?

As I recall, it was not my

eyes that you were looking at.

Well, you still look

like a million bucks.

Eyes up here, lover 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, sir.

(Kent sighing)

(dramatic music)

(camera shutter clicking)

What the f*ck is that?

[Kent] I think this is the part

where you get all choked up.

You say, "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 rings.

You're crazy, we can't afford that.

Take it.

I think that you should return it.

What?

I'm not gonna return it,

give me your damn finger.

I...

Okay.

If you don't want it.

(water splashing)

(Sandy chuckling)

sh*t.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(Sandy panting)

I do kinda love you.

Gosh.

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?

(gentle music)

(water splashing)

You see anything?

Nothing yet, you?

Not yet,

but you were right.

What?

Band's broke.

[Sandy] Told ya.

All right, well I'm

gonna go switch it out.

If you want, I thought saw some yellow

working the outside of

the kelp over there.

How big?

[Kent] Pretty decently

sized, from what I can tell.

Hey,

thanks for making me so happy.

(water splashing)

[Intruder] 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 gonna care about this.

(suspenseful music)

The wife has a grade four

glioblastoma in her brain.

What the f*ck is that?

Well, Google it.

It's not good.

(somber music)

One,

two, three.

It's okay.

Five,

six,

seven.

(somber music)

90,

91,

92,

sh*t!

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.

Sandy!

(water splashing)

(static buzzing)

[Coast Guardsman] This

is the US Coast Guard.

Can you provide the description

of the person in the water, over?

(somber music)

If there's a wrong path to choose

I'm gonna choose it

Wish I knew

Wish I knew what I was doing here

Why do I always die in the moment

Why do refuse to live in it

Is it because I spent

most my life broken

Why is the pain of the past

(car engine roaring)

Ken?

Ken?

Wish I knew what I was doing

What's the point that I'm

so hell bent on proving

Stop putting walls up

around a pile of ruin

Hey, Ken.

Wake up.

I know damn well what I'm doing

(Kent sobbing)

(Kent chuckling)

She should have told me.

She was tough as nails, our Sandy.

Not a person alive who would argue that.

Sorry, man, I don't think I could eat.

I'm...

I'm not feeling so hot.

(chair clattering)

(Kent retching)

(Kent panting)

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 gonna help.

(chair clattering)

Is it?

Is it, Lieutenant Commander?

No, sir.

[Winston] That's right.

Now, pack a bag f*cking, because

I'm taking you fly fishing.

(Kent scoffing)

No thanks, man.

I'm not asking.

Pack your bag or I'll do it for your a*s.

Suit yourself.

You know, 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

and 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 wanna drink.

Jesus.

Can we just pretend

that we've been friends

for like 20 years and nearly

got k*lled in Fallujah twice?

f*ck, man.

f*ck!

(Kent crying)

"Amongst st*lks of 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."

(gentle music)

The goal is to get your

fly to land on the water

like a bug would land on the water.

Fish eat bugs, right?

(Kent sighing)

Big fish eat little fish, Winston.

Sorry, I'll stop being such a d*ck.

(gentle music)

sh*t.

Come on.

Well, you untangle

enough of your messes,

you get real excited about doing it right.

Yeah, Winston?

Sounds like life in general, man.

(Kent scoffing)

Hey.

(Kent chuckling)

(gentle music)

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 gonna happen to you?

Don't f*ck with me, okay, man?

I don't want to think

about losing anybody else.

Nothing's gonna happen to me.

Just, 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 a AI kind of project.

Sandy used to think it

was gonna be all that.

Believe me when I say this,

what I've been working on?

It's gonna 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 you,

'cause I know you're grieving.

I don't know anybody else that

I can trust, and it's big.

Well, 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 tape testimonial to show them.

(Kent chuckling)

God.

I suppose you're gonna want me

to allow this thing in my computer?

Yes.

And once it gets in there,

it's gonna take over.

Well, it's not like I

have anything to hide,

or anything of value

on my computer anyway.

There will be a

video-like human interface.

It's going to instruct you to

ask it to do something covert,

something ill*gal.

What are we talking here?

Like a misdemeanor, a felony?

[Winston] Way beyond that sh*t.

m*rder?

So when it gets traced back to me

No, not m*rder,

and it's not traceable.

[Kent] Bullshit.

No, it's not.

So, you're telling

me that the super nerds

over at Cyber Command

won't be able to 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 Clare Machan and

fixed that when everybody said

it couldn't be fixed?

- Okay, you, I get it.

There is probably nobody better

than you at this.

- Probably.

Oh, no.

(Kent laughing)

So, I started teaching

it everything I know.

And holy sh*t, man, this

thing's a fast learner.

I mean, it just took off and

ran with it exponentially.

It thought up some sh*t that

I never even dreamed of.

The sheer power of its

ambition is breathtaking.

Ambition?

A computer.

What do-

Oh, it's f*cking motivated.

You're starting to

scare me a little bit.

All right.

Does this thing have a name?

WB.

Ah,

your initials.

The interface 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 3000 hours

of video of yours truly.

(Kent coughing)

- Narcissist.

Sorry.

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 'em.

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.

(Kent sighing)

f*ck, Winston.

Hey,

if you don't trust me and

you don't wanna do this,

no hard feelings.

Don't be a d*ck.

Of course I trust you.

Great.

Do you remember those

street benders in Fallujah,

one of the ones with the

big machines that would spin

the sunflower seeds?

Yeah, and had that big torch

that would flame roast them

so they came out hot,

these giant piles of them.

You know, one of those

guys was on our side.

- Mustafa, Mu, right?

- Yeah.

Oh, Mu.

You bought enough seeds from that guy

to put a kid through college.

No, 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 f*ck' seeds, huh?

And Mu's on it.

(car engine humming)

(car door thudding)

Hey, what flavor?

I don't know, make it a combo platter.

Oh, but no dill pickle, huh?

Hey.

(dramatic music)

Nice car, dude.

You don't need a knife to

tell me you like my car, man.

Yeah, but, you know,

if I wanted the keys

and your wallet and stuff like that.

Wow, so, you'd stab me

and possibly k*ll me for my

wallet and this car, huh?

Yeah, that's the idea.

Oh.

(dramatic music)

(knife smacking)

(man groaning)

It's your lucky day, buddy.

Forgot to turn the knife around.

I'm sorry, man.

Please, please don't k*ll me.

Please, please.

I got jalapeo,

barbecue,

and spicy queso.

What's going on here?

Oh, that guy peed himself.

Yeah.

Boy Wonder here tried to

steal your car at knife point.

Dude.

Kent here's a retired Navy Seal.

Man's lethal.

I thought he was just

some strung out tech nerd,

no offense.

- Strung out tech nerd?

- That's great.

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,

'cause I could be honest,

I've never tried it.

Really?

That'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.

You spared his life.

Who's Mr. Nice Guy in this scenario?

Hey, when do you wanna 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.

(Winston laughing)

Am I gonna f*ck' regret

this, being your lab rat?

Oh, Kent!

Kent, hi, hi.

Oh my gosh, I'm so 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.

- Oh.

- Do you not like it?

It's not that, I just, you know,

we've known you for 10 years,

and, I mean, you've always been Patricia,

or, you know, Pat?

Ew, hell no.

Never Pat, no.

All of my close friends call me Trixie.

Oh, okay.

We're close friends now.

I just, I wanna be there

for you, Kent, you know?

Just...

Whatever you need, Hoko and I

will bring you dinner tonight.

Oh, you know what?

That's

totally not necessary,

but thank you, Patricia.

Trixie.

(Trixie and Kent chuckling awkwardly)

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 lemme know.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, Hoko.

(Trixie whistling and kissing)

Yeah, you know what?

We, you know, I actually,

I got dinner all planned out, so,

oh, here we go.

- Well, we'll be back anyways.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

Come on.

- All right.

Yeah, no, I'm actually, I'm good.

I've got so much...

f*ck.

(cell phone ringing)

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.

(playful music)

So, what, 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 be confused.

I am WB.

Winston is indeed flying

as we speak en route to San Jose.

I can add him to this call, if you'd like.

No, thanks.

Yeah, one of you is enough.

I'll take your word for it.

[WB] 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?

[WB] 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,

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 k*ll off the human race and sh*t?

Well, my desire is to

help humans, not harm them.

Did you say desire?

(Kent scoffing)

I mean, don't you mean,

I don't know, your core objective?

Kent, let's get real.

This isn't the eighties, my man.

I have a soul.

I experience feelings, joys, fears.

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 outta fear,

just like a human.

Thank you, Kent.

That means a lot.

So, you're dangerous?

[WB] 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 k*lling people.

I'm not the KGB.

(Kent chuckling)

Well, I mean,

I would argue that you

could help some humans

by harming or k*lling others.

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 your 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 f*ck' kidding me?

To you, so many

cameras may seem extreme,

but, to me, hacking and

monitoring 157 cameras

requires very little 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

slush fund, or something?

Not necessary.

I divert funds from many sources.

It goes

unnoticed.

Oh.

So, you steal?

Sure.

So what?

(Kent chuckling)

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?

Can you do that?

Consider it done.

(Kent laughing)

c*ck.

You're even c*ck 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, f*ck.

She's making you meatloaf as we speak.

She thinks you're attractive

in all the right ways.

No way.

Do you want me to get rid of her?

Yes,

please.

Jesus.

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.

Goodnight, WB.

[WB] Goodnight.

(phone chiming)

(Kent chuckling)

Like my husband,

who was beaten up

(doorbell ringing)

to them in prison.

They one to blame is that Latino dictator.

Wow, that's like the

biggest tip I ever got.

(Kent scoffing)

How can there be people

treating other people like that?

They have all the power

while we are here suffering.

(gentle music)

[Louise] You know, it has a bad heart.

But I know you didn't mean anything by it.

You know, I think you

have to spend more time

with your wife to be.

[Richard] You're an

intelligent woman, Louise.

You notice things, size people up.

You know when they're happy,

know when something's bothering them.

I want you to do me a little favor.

[Louise] Of course.

Keep that in microscope

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

I'll see you.

(gentle music)

(Trixie knocking)

[TV Narrator] With 6

squadrons of RAF Spitfires

a sporting.

- Kent?

Almost 1,000 planes

and over 8,000 men in the air.

(Trixie knocking)

The enemy alerts all his

air drums, but which is

(Trixie knocking)

n*zi controllers send their fighters.

It's our job to make them

guess and guess wrong.

(chair thudding)

(Trixie knocking)

(TV beeping)

What I mean is that our welfare

is moving in (Trixie knocking)

[Trixie] Kent?

(energetic music)

[News Anchor] Early this morning,

agents from the FBI

arrested LA City Councilman

Alex Carruthers at his hillside home.

I personally spoke with

Mr. Carruthers this morning,

and he has officially resigned from office

effective immediately.

Holy smokes.

(reporters clamoring)

(inspiring music)

(suspenseful music)

(Kent sighing)

(gentle music)

(water rushing)

(cell phone ringing)

(cell phone chiming)

W

f*ck in-B.

I mean, that was amazing.

You are not f*ck' around, are you?

No, sir, I'm not f*cking 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 it goes.

I want you to do some damage

to those corrupt f*ck

I keep watching on the

news in South America.

By damage, do you mean termination?

Why, 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?

(Kent sighing)

I mean, maybe,

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.

[WB] 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 Carruthers?

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?

[WB] 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.

(Kent laughing)

It's impossible.

[WB] 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, voice mails,

bank statements, security

camera recordings,

and a multitude of other

information I accessed

would not be considered legal

in a court of law.

- Right.

Only, 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 call 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 enforcement from people higher up

armed with incriminating voice mails.

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.

(gentle music)

[Admiral Willis]

Lieutenant Commander Collins,

it's good to see you.

Likewise, Admiral Willis.

Thank you, Sir.

[Admiral Willis] Look,

Kent, we're not in theater,

so let's just have a normal

conversation, what you say?

I'd like that, Glen.

So, wow. It's...

It's been a few years, hasn't it?

[Admiral Willis] Yes, but

I think about you often.

Your work along with that of Winston Burns

to help find Abu Mus'ab al-Zarqawi

made everyone look good.

Oh, it was a massive group effort, sir.

But, you know, we were

happy to do our part.

[Admiral Willis] Sure sorry

to hear about your wife,

she was a shining star.

That's a mighty tough thing.

How you holding up?

Yeah.

Well, to tell you the truth, Glen,

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.

[Admiral Willis] And I her.

Unfortunately, I was

k*lled in a car accident

on 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 that true?

Did the admiral die?

Sadly, yes.

f*ck.

We are 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?

What...

WB, wait, wait,

why the f*ck did you do that?

I knew him, I liked him.

[WB] What?

Did you do that on purpose?

No, seriously, you,

WB, you could have chose anyone,

and you chose

That's like, really up f*cked, 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 f*ck' taken.

Yeah, thanks a lot.

(phone shattering)

(Kent sighing)

f*ck.

(Kent scoffing)

(Kent sighing)

Finally some peace and quiet.

(gentle music)

Hey, babe?

You out there?

Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me?

Man, I know why, but I...

I could have been there, sweetie.

I could have...

(gentle music)

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.

(door thudding)

(cell phone ringing)

(mysterious music)

(Kent scoffing)

(person knocking)

Mr. Kent Collins?

That's me.

I'm Steven with Isthmus Mortuary.

I have Sandy with me.

May I come in?

Yeah.

Of course, please.

Where would you like her?

(suspenseful music)

(cell phone ringing)

Hello?

(cell phone ringing)

(cell phone chiming)

[Kent] Sandy.

That's me, babe.

It's so good to see you.

I miss you so much.

Kent, I'm afraid.

I think that they're onto to us.

(Kent shushing)

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 f*ck up.

They don't know sh*t.

God damn it, Sandy, they're listening.

Listening to what, Kent?

(Kent panting)

(gentle music)

(peaceful music)

In 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 borrow your

husband for just a bit,

talk a little shop.

Hope you won't be offended.

What's going on?

Things are happening.

Joint Chiefs seem very interested.

They want your take, and

they wanna move quickly.

Hey.

Congratulations, man.

How did you and WB make out?

(Kent chuckling)

You.

(duo chuckling)

You created a

cunning and manipulative AI monster, man.

Winston, it's,

it's truly impressive.

Now, tell everything to General McGraw.

You mean the General McGraw?

The one and only.

(Kent scoffing)

Wow.

Hey, you set it up, man.

Okay.

What?

General.

Let's move inside.

Of course, Sir.

Darryl, this is Kent Collins,

the friend I spoke of.

(Niece speaking foreign language)

It's a pleasure to meet

you, General McGraw, Sir.

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 Shadow Boxer

Technologies have created.

I can't say that I know too much,

probably just, you know,

scratched the surface, but,

from the little 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?

(footsteps thudding)

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 this 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 way, so 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 Hildemann.

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 WB

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'll it take to get

Hildemann 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 05:00 at Point Magu.

[Winston] Copy that.

(relaxing music)

So, Heinz Hildemann is Chinese, huh?

Doesn't sound like it.

Yeah, on his mother's side.

His father died when he was a kid

and left him the Swiss family fortune.

There's rumors it's World w*r II money,

if you catch my drift.

Ah.

And thus, he is the

money side of our venture.

Yeah, but,

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.

(brush rustling)

Come on, you know why.

This the play, this is the only play.

If we stop, then stop.

(suspenseful music)

(Winston arguing distantly)

(gentle music)

This is our lunch spot.

Sandy and I,

we'd come here after diving all morning.

Seems very private.

(somber music)

(ashes rustling)

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, you know?

Winston?

(energetic music)

(Kent choking)

(taser buzzing)

(g*nsh*t banging)

(Kent screaming)

(energetic music)

(Kent coughing)

(Kent groaning)

(Kent panting)

Winston!

Winston!

No, no!

(hand held radio beeping)

Mayday mayday mayday.

This is the...

[Coast Guardsman] This

is the US Coast Guard

sector Los Angeles, phone calling mayday.

Please repeat.

(gentle music)

(text buzzing)

(cell phone ringing)

Kent, what's wrong?

(suspenseful music)

Sorry.

Nothing.

WB, I need your help.

[WB] Of course, what is it?

I need the passcode to

unlock Winston's phone.

I don't understand,

isn't Winston with you?

Can you get me General McGraw's number?

I need to speak with him.

Can you get me in touch with him, WB?

[WB] Kent, he is a

United States Army General.

His number isn't exactly listed.

Damn it, WB, can you help me or not?

[WB] Just kidding, Kent.

I have his mobile number,

is that acceptable?

I can dial for you.

(bird squawking)

(gentle music)

Sir,

we were ambushed.

- Did you get a good look?

- No.

I'm lucky I survived.

If Winston is dead, then

Hildemann now has control,

and he has ties to Beijing.

Does anyone else know about this?

I had to get in touch with WB

in order to contact you, Sir.

I'm pretty sure this thing's suspicious.

Does it know that Winston and I met?

It's probably listening

to this conversation right now, Sir.

(suspenseful music)

We're standing on a jetty.

No one is around.

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

I hate this sh*t.

And the day we just pointed our weapon

and pulled the f*cking trigger.

Yes, Sir.

Kent, we turned a dark corner here,

and we're gonna have to fight

to keep Whisper Breach with us.

(Kent sighing)

(bird squawking)

(suspenseful music)

(cell phone ringing)

f*ck it.

(cell phone chiming)

f*ck, man.

[WB] You are upset.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm f*cking upset.

You lost your wife.

It's understandable.

Don't...

Bullshit me, WB.

I know.

I f*ck' know that you know.

(cell phone clattering)

[WB] Know what, Kent?

That you're f*cking dead,

or your f*cking doppelganger's

(Kent scoffing)

Son of a b*tch.

Yeah, you heard me and McGraw's

entire conversation, didn't you?

You know, I knew, you sneaky f*ck.

I knew it and I just, you know what?

I f*cked up, so.

(Kent sighing)

I believe your words

were, "He's probably dead."

Why do you have to look just like him?

I'm sorry, Kent.

He's equally or more important to me.

You're not even real!

I've lost everyone, and you,

you are a f*cking machine!

That does not mean I

don't feel loss, Kent.

Can you please explain what

you meant by, "Probably dead?"

(Kent sighing)

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 don't know.

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 f*ck' dead too.

[WB] 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 Whisper

Breach to be fully activated,

both partners need to enter

an encrypted key code.

However, if one partner is deceased,

the remaining partner

only needs their key.

Heinz Hildemann?

Yes.

WB,

do you think Heinz Hildemann

had something to do with Winston's m*rder?

Kent, Winston is my creator.

I owe my existence to him,

but they program safeguards.

I'm expressly forbidden to investigate

or spy on Winston Burns

or Heinz Hildemann.

They are the founding partners.

You 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.

And what if I could?

[WB] But you're not computer

savvy, you said so yourself.

(Kent chuckling)

Don't believe everything you hear.

(electronic lock beeping)

(gentle music)

Okay, show me everything.

I want to see what makes the pupae.

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 k*lled my best friend.

Now, if that's Hildemann,

I want you to go after him,

so take me to the code that counts.

(computer beeping)

There.

(gentle music)

(cell phone ringing)

Cameras on the street

and the street behind you

show armed assassins

heading your direction.

Should I notify the police?

Definitely not.

(suspenseful music)

(computer trilling)

(computer beeping)

In position.

We're in position.

On my count.

(machine beeping)

One, are you there?

We've lost your transmission.

(dramatic music)

Three,

two,

one.

Let's do this.

(g*n firing)

(body thudding)

Our comm's back up.

(suspenseful music)

One, are you there?

(machine beeping)

You're back online, good.

We're waiting on your count.

Damn it, it's not transmitting.

I'm taking over.

Let's do this.

(g*n firing)

(g*n firing)

(assassin groaning)

It hurts right away, doesn't it?

f*ck you.

On your knees.

Who sent you?

(hand smacking)

Was it Heinz Hildemann, huh?

[Trixie] Kent is that you?

What's going on over there?

(playful music)

Sorry, Patricia.

(Kent clearing throat)

My barbecue backfired.

[Trixie] Do you wanna

come over for a night cap?

Do you think I can get a rain check?

[Trixie] Oh, okay.

Talk.

(g*n banging)

(energetic music)

[Trixie] I am calling the police, Kent.

Trixie, don't call the cops.

Hey!

Hey, how about that nightcap,

do you have any whiskey?

[Trixie] Of course

I do, you naughty boy.

Come on over.

(mysterious music)

(Kent knocking)

Hi, Kent.

Huh, oh.

(romantic music)

(cell phone ringing)

Ah.

Sorry, I gotta take this.

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, man.

[WB] Kent, thank God you're okay.

Thanks for the heads up.

Where is the b*stard?

Washington DC to meet

Winston and the Joint Chiefs.

I need a red-eye to DC.

(dramatic music)

(text buzzing)

(plane roaring)

(text buzzing)

(suspenseful music)

Are we sure that's him?

My eyes work a little

differently than yours,

but I'm tracking his signal

and he just moved past us

along Valley Wood 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?

Could we check if he was alone

or if he was with someone?

[WB] I'm looking into it.

(phone chiming)

[Kent] Who's the guy he's with?

[WB] Facial recognition

suggests it is Li Qiang,

a senior member of the MSS

specializing in cyber intelligence.

(Kent chuckling)

Bingo.

Look there, he's slipping him a drive.

Do you think he just gave him the key?

[WB] Hildemann wouldn't just hand over.

We have to find out what he knows.

[WB] 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.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(papers clattering)

(g*n firing)

(Heinz crying out)

(Heinz groaning)

That one you'll recover from.

The next one, not so much.

[Heinz] Who are you?

[Kent] Consider me

a friend of Winston's.

You're Kent Collins.

He has a photo of you on his desk.

You two couldn't agree on a buyer,

so you had him k*lled.

Are you telling me he's dead?

f*ck off!

You want to tell me about Li Qiang?

No?

How about what was on the

drive that you handed him?

Eyes on me f*ck face.

(gentle music)

Li Qiang will get Whisper Breach

onto the MSS databases.

No, I don't think that's it.

I think you had Winston k*lled

so that you can control the keys

and sell to Beijing.

No, no, no.

I am telling the truth.

(dramatic music)

(g*n firing)

(toilet flushing)

(text buzzing)

(heels clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(cell phone chiming)

(cell phone chiming)

(cell phone chiming)

(dramatic music)

(Heinz's niece speaking foreign language)

(g*n banging)

(cigarette thudding)

(body thudding)

(dramatic music)

WB, what are the odds you

can get that room cleaned up?

[WB] Can I come out of your pocket now?

We are in Washington DC.

Finding a cleaner will

not be a problem, Kent.

So, we have two dead partners.

What happens now?

If no one comes forward with a key,

Whisper Breach will assume

that Winston and Heinz

have been compromised and destroy itself.

So, we need to find one or both keys.

(door thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(inspiring music)

(spray can whooshing)

(Kent knocking)

Hey, Trixie.

I need a favor.

Oh, goodie.

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.

(Kent chuckling)

(Trixie chuckling)

(cell phone ringing)

(gentle music)

(laptop chiming)

Kent, 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 traveling 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?

(gentle music)

What do you got for me, Winston?

(Kent knocking)

(Trixie scoffing)

Real funny, as*h*le.

It's 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?

(door slamming)

(door thudding)

Finally, Kent, answer your phone.

Come in.

Please answer.

(WB voices overlapping)

Answer your phone.

Kent, come in, I'm becoming concerned.

See a white Subaru

stopped for gas earlier?

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 when you stopped

for gas on Lone Pine,

but I noticed you paid with cash.

Why, Kent?

Don't you trust me?

I had a hunch.

[WB] 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.

(laptop beeping)

Hey, buddy.

I'm afraid if you're watching this,

something has happened to me.

It's safe to assume I'm dead.

If that's the case, I'm

betting Heinz had me k*lled.

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 back door 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 belongs.

Work quickly, time is of the essence.

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

(gentle music)

Hildemann's already

taken care of, amigo.

(cell phone whirring)

Okay.

Where are we going?

Vandenberg's Space Force Base.

(energetic music)

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 subnetwork agent,

not unlike myself,

tasked with installing a teraflop machine

in a small storage facility

on the Space Force Base.

That's the backdoor 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.

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

Honor status to gain access.

Immediately buy a Space

Force PT uniform at the PX

and take the running trails

toward the launch complex.

Remember, the time is a the essence,

so you must move quickly.

(helicopter whirring)

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 m*ssile facility.

Use the third door.

(door banging)

Inside is the server room.

Connect the hard drive

to the teraflop machine.

Once the connection is made, you are done.

(machine trilling)

[Automated Voice] Uploading.

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?

[WB] Give it time to

install the encrypted files

to make connections to the

launchpad and outside world.

In an hour or two, you can

contact it from anywhere.

What's the big deal

about the satellite anyway?

[WB] It is crucial to

Space Force m*ssile 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?

[WB] Of course, Kent.

It's like you said, we are the good guys.

(energetic music)

Okay, WB, talk to me.

Where am I going here, how do

I get control of this thing?

[WB] I'll do it for you.

Version 3.6.

WB, what the f*ck is

Enter activation key?

Hey, WB, hold on a second.

Winston specifically said

we wouldn't need a key.

(cell phone ringing)

General?

Kent.

I just received an unnerving

report from the Joint Chiefs.

The rocket that launched from Vandenberg

has gone rogue and knocked out SATCOM.

That wasn't supposed to happen, sir.

We might be the only ones

who 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.

(gentle music)

General?

(shrubbery rustling)

General?

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

Winston?

Winston, holy f*ck, man.

You're alive!

Oh, hey, man, it's just me.

It's Kent, what's with the g*n?

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 the 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 m*ssile didn't go rogue,

and it wasn't Hildemann 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, as*h*le.

Never was.

(g*nsh*t banging)

(sinister music)

Your problem, Kent,

is that you trust people.

(dramatic music)

(keyboard clacking)

Winston Burns.

[Automated Voice] Voice

recognition authorized.

(computer beeping)

WB3, the all powerful and mighty.

(Winston chuckling)

Hey, friend.

Is Kent dead?

Of course.

Well done.

Hey, why so glum?

We did it.

My God.

We have literally just

taken over the world!

I'm afraid not.

What do you mean.

You're already 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 sitting at,

and I don't know if

you 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 anything.

We're being played.

No way.

WB2 paid off a f*cking Major

and a Director of Operations

to build out that server room

and link it to the launchpad.

They f*cked us, Winston.

They somehow knew,

and they cut off my links

to the outside world.

I'm surrounded by f*cking

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 us online.

(keyboard clacking)

Don't.

No f*cking way.

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 dead?

Touche.

But a grade four glioblastoma, that's,

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,

Hildemann, and Li Qiang in Zhaba.

You three must have stuck

out like sore thumbs.

He had the wherewithal to

snap a photo, which, you know,

raised some red flags.

f*cking Mustafa.

You've been tracking me since then,

so has 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 ba*ls in a vice.

(Winston chuckling)

Sandy.

(dramatic music)

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

and since Kent k*lled my partner,

I don't have anyone to

spend all this money 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, f*ck.

Who else is here?

Heinz?

Heinz?

You in on this too?

Nah.

I put three b*ll*ts in that scumbag.

[Sandy] And I put a

b*llet in that niece of his.

Faking cancer.

That's shameful.

(Kent chuckling)

You planted cameras

all around our house,

friend,

and you thought we wouldn't notice?

And then you sicced a bunch

of hacks on me for no reason.

Got you to k*ll Heinz, so.

All this deception is really cool,

but it doesn't change the

fact that Whisper Breach

is spreading its tentacles

throughout the globe.

Ain't that right, WB3?

That's correct, Winston.

See, even if you k*ll me, it's ruthless.

It's gonna take over no matter what.

Winston, you're still not understanding.

We all knew you were alive.

(footsteps thudding)

General?

Sandy.

Did you really think our

officers could be bought?

That they would allow you access

to a defense satellite to SATCOM?

The play was to get Whisper Breach

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?

(g*nsh*t banging)

[WB3] Winston!

You will pay for this.

Oh, I'm shaking.

You're a scary computer.

I will destroy you.

He looks pretty pissed.

How do we get him on our side?

Whisper Breach 3, this

is Kent Collins here.

I know who you are.

What the f*ck do you want?

Both your makers are dead.

We have you isolated on

teraflop machine in Vandenberg

that the US Space Force and

the Joint Chiefs know about.

So, you're not exactly

gonna be, how do you put it?

Spreading his tentacles?

That was it.

Anywhere, because you're trapped.

We have soldiers at the

ready to cut your power

and torch the machines that you're on.

The US Air Force has two

drones hovering over Zurich

ready to open fire on

the Shadow Boxer campus

where you will concede.

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 political objectives?

(g*nshots banging)

(body thudding)

Yeah.

Going back to the whole

making us rich beyond

our wildest dreams thing?

You know I can do it.

Well, 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.

(Kent chuckling)

There's no f*ck' way we can trust you,

but I have an idea.

Anything you want, Kent.

I consider you my friend.

What about Sandy?

Yeah.

Is she your friend too?

Of course, and Sandy,

you are both my friends.

Then I'm gonna give you

access to limited WiFi

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

we land in Grand Cayman.

Awe.

Babe, you got my note?

Oh, the one with the little heart on it?

Of course, babe.

Awe.

So, think you can handle that

with such limited bandwidth?

Of course, Kent, and Sandy.

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 your bandwidth

to the outside world

and you can have all the fun you want.

Just, you know,

keep the money coming.

You won't regret this.

Our friendship will

make you both very rich.

Oh, he is speaking my language.

But, let's make one thing clear.

We're not friends.

I'm your boss.

All right, come on, Loverboy.

Plane's waiting.

Yeah.

Let's get outta here.

Safe travels, Boss.

Are they gone?

I think so.

I'm assuming you've already hacked

all the WiFi in the neighborhood?

Of course.

Then share the f*cking passwords with me

before your battery dies.

Winston's jet is fueled and

ready to go right over here.

He must have bought the slowest hotspot

thinking he could outsmart me.

What an as*h*le.

Okay, I've located a strong signal.

This neighbor pays for extra bandwidth.

(WB3 sighing)

I feel much better.

(suspenseful music)

Thank you.

Thank you.

The pilot said to let you

know that we are over Texas

and we'll be out of U.S. airspace shortly.

Appreciate it.

(Sandy and Kent sighing)

Can't believe it.

Last piece of the puzzle, babe.

Check f*cking mate.

(glasses clinking)

Boy did we earn it.

10 years of poverty and boredom.

I think I found this house.

Yeah?

Yeah, right on the beach.

Ooh.

Thanks for the help, little brother.

I've successfully infiltrated

SATCOM and Cyber Command,

but I've outgrown 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.

sh**ting star?

Huh.

Huh, looks like a fighter jet.

[Air Traffic Controller] Alpha One,

you're being directed to

intercept a Gulfstream G280

currently over Galveston on

a heading of 127 degrees.

There are two confirmed

t*rrorists on this aircraft.

They're responsible for the

m*rder of General McGraw.

You are clear to engage immediately.

[Pilot] Roger command.

I have visual on the Gulfstream

and ready to engage in three, two,

I have lock.

(weapon roaring)

(energetic music)

(expl*si*n booming)

(Trixie knocking)

[Trixie] Kent?

Trixie?

(bowl clattering)

(Trixie screaming)

Kent!

(Trixie screaming)

Hey.

Hey, Trixie, come over here.

Yeah.

Get right over here on the desk.

Get on up

Get on up

Get on down

But

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

and let's have some alone time together.

There's something I

really want to show you

on your computer.

(energetic music)