- 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...
[ Theme music plays ]
♪
- 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.
[ Cat meows ]
- Unh! [ Muffled shouting ]
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 asshole
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.
[ All cheering ]
The only stuff I like to keep around my club...
is the hottest stuff!
[ All exclaim ]
- 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.
[ Dance music plays ]
♪
- Come on. We need to look the part of a couple.
- Hm. - [ Chuckles ]
[ Both groan ]
♪
- 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 ass.
- 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!
♪
[ Beeping ]
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.
[ Beeps ]
♪
- 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.
- [ Clears throat ] Well, just between you and me,
he always shows up with the DJ,
and they arrive by helicopter.
- Why, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Whoa!
[ Grunts ]
[ Chuckles, sighs ]
[ Chuckles ]
Unh!
[ Beeping ]
♪
- 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.
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
♪
- What's up, Laura?! - Hi, Chris!
- Who's this bitch?!
- 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.
[ Women screaming ]
- Perfect. They made contact with Sam.
- And now it's our turn.
- Hey, there, I'm Diana!
And this little cutie is Laura. Right?
- [ Scoffs ] Like we give a flying crap about your names.
[ Chuckles ]
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!
- [ Laughs ]
- Skinner is the bomb!
[ Both sigh ]
- Aren't you afraid of Hapna killing 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!
[ Laughter ]
- 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...
[ Whimpering ]
- 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?
- [ Shudders ]
- Found him!
- Where is he now? - In Babylonia City.
It's footage from 30 minutes ago.
- Why the roof?
♪
[ Guns cocking ]
- Stop right there, boys.
Those digital tattoos, who did you get them from?
♪
- Let me switch to a different camera.
[ Static ]
- Hmm.
- I'll try using a correction filter.
[ Beeps ]
It worked! - [ Gasps ]
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!
[ Laughs ]
All right, boys!
Do whatever you want with them!
- Ha ha! [ Men cheering ]
- I'm gonna help myself to this one right here.
- [ Groans ]
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-ass party drugs of yours
don't do a damn thing to me!
- Unh! [ Glass shatters ]
[ Grunting ]
Aah!
- You only like "the hottest stuff"...
Isn't that right? - Uh, well, no.
- Taste reality, you frickin scumbag!
- Unh!
[ Panting ]
Ohh!
Aah! Ohh!
[ Grunts ] Huh?
Aah!
♪
Aah!
Unh!
- We've got him!
The identity of Dr. 909...
is Visionary!
♪
[ Gun cocks, fires ]
- Huh? Oh!
- Unh! - Ohh!
♪
[ Glass shatters ] - Unh!
- [ Grunts ] [ Foot thuds]
- [ Groaning ]
[ Gunshots ]
- That's not good!
Come on!
♪
[ Gunshot ] - Aah!
- Huh?
- [ Panting ]
[ Gunshot ] - Aah!
♪
[ Gunshot ] - Ow!
- [ Grunts ] - Unh!
Unh!
- [ Grunts ]
[ Gunshots ]
- Unh!
♪
- Heads up. They're trying to escape in a helicopter.
- I'll bring the car around!
[ Beeping ]
[ Engine starts ]
[ Tires screeching ]
♪
- Who the hell are those people?!
♪
- Unh!
[ Gunshots ]
[ Both grunting ]
[ Gunshots ]
- [ Gasps ]
Go now!
- Hello, and good evening.
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
♪
[ Gunshot ]
♪
[ Gunshot ]
- Seriously?!
♪
- [ Grunts ]
- Hmm. [ Rumbling ]
♪
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.
♪
- [ Grunting ]
- 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!
- [ Grunts ]
[ Both screaming ]
[ Glass shattering ]
♪
- Go!
♪
- [ Grunts ]
♪
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!
- [ Grunts ] Dammit!
Piece of garbage! Follow my orders!
- Bloop, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep!
♪
- Aah! - Unh!
[ Gunshot ]
[ Explosion ]
♪
[ Both screaming ] - I told you so.
♪
[ Glass cracking ]
[ Water rushing ]
♪
[ Tires screeching ]
[ Both gasping ]
[ Both grunting ]
[ Both gasp ]
- Wait! I'll give you as much money as you want!
Come on! Please don't kill 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!
[ Both grunting ]
Here you go, sir! - Aah!
- It's been a pleasure.
[ Thunk ]
[ Water rushing ]
[ Both exclaim ]
♪
-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.
- [ Sighs ] - 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.
[ Monkeys screeching ]
[ Pounding on glass ]
[ Monkey screeching ]
♪
[ Hand thuds ]
♪
[ The Boo Radleys' "Lazarus" plays ]
♪
- ♪ 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 ♪
♪