Dark/Web (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Chapter One - full transcript
Anthology of how dating has changed through the use of technology with insights into online BDSM, revenge porn and dating games.
Memory taunting me
your memory like a haunting
memory...
We need to run it again.
Why?
Because I said so.
We're not going to do
it until it's right.
No.
That's not going to happen.
Why not?!
I've explained it
a thousand times.
You have to trust me.
That won't work.
Look, you don't have
any other options here,
and neither do I. We've
got to make this work...
And soon.
Is there nothing left
of me but just a memory?
Or they'll find us.
That's what I've
been trying to tell...
I know.
I'm tired too, but
this is important.
OK?
Shh.
I need you to stay calm.
OK?
Look.
It's just you and me right
now, but I promise when
it's safe I'll go get help.
OK?
No, no, no.
Not just anyone.
OK, from friends.
People we can actually trust.
Come on, man.
No, no, no.
You got... come on.
Don't do this again.
Shit!
No!
You can't do this to me.
You need to listen to me.
OK.
Fine.
What do you want me to do?
Don't close those
pools just yet.
Angelinos have suffered through
the summer's scorching...
dow is down.
Losses contributed to at least
part of the ongoing security...
career in the studio
at 12-years-old.
Net worth 12 million...
The speculation is growing
they may have been onto...
But how can I be sure
cloud-based security is
actually secure?
2017 law that allowed
internet providers to...
Called Templar Zero
Day Exploit, joining
a long line of
corporations who've
experienced cyber attacks,
data leaks, and practical jokes
as a result of the
security protocol flaw.
Exposed a week ago
by a hacker referred
to as Ares, the vulnerability...
Goddammit.
Ugh.
Fuck.
Goddammit!
Oh fuck.
Two new messages.
Ethan, Dave.
Hi, Ethan.
Beth says hi.
Listen, we're worried.
Everyone on the
fifth floor keeps
talking about a smell
coming from your apartment.
You're either dead, or
you're just not bathing.
Either way, it's been a week.
Time to stop wallowing.
I'm coming down tonight.
I'm taking you out.
Oh, and clear out your
voicemail on your damn cell
phone already.
This thing creeps me out.
Peace.
Next message.
Ethan.
Goddammit.
Shit.
This is so awkward.
Look.
I know we're not talking,
but I need you right now.
Please call me.
End of new messages.
Ethan.
Shit.
This is so awkward.
Look.
I know we're not talking.
But I need you right now.
Don't answer.
Create distance.
Hey, uh, your keys
are on the table,
and you left your
shirt on the bed, babe.
Cut the crap.
Hey, uh, Sam.
Hey.
Good morning.
Morning?
Dude, it's 3:00 PM.
I've been calling you all day.
Where the hell have you been?
Uh.
I'm catching up on a
little sleep this week.
I'm sorry.
I heard.
You deserve better.
Anyone who thinks there's
still a future in print
is seriously a fossil.
No one reads things
off paper anymore.
Thanks for that.
Um.
Why are you calling?
I think it's happening again.
Don't tell me you're freaked,
because someone hacked you.
It's not funny.
Don't know why you'd care.
It did wonders for your
subscriber count last time.
Ethan, stop.
I can't right now.
It's... it's different.
This is serious, OK.
I need to talk to
someone I can trust.
Why?
Have you gotten any weird emails
from someone claiming
to be Molly Solis?
I... Molly...
Molly who?
From high school.
Remember her?
Please just check.
I'm going crazy.
Ah, fuck.
Yeah.
I got nothing.
Are you sure?
Double check everything.
Yep.
I'm sure.
Check spam.
Calm down.
All right.
OK.
Yeah.
There it is.
Shit.
Looks like the type
of thing that's
going to give my
computer a virus.
I scanned mine.
It was clean.
What's it say?
"Been too long.
Please read this story.
It's dedicated to you."
It's just some weird
story, fan fiction crap.
I am going to
murder you if you don't
start taking this seriously.
Is that from prom?
Focus.
I need you to read it.
Sam, I'm busy.
No, you're not.
Read it out loud.
Please.
All right.
Um.
"I am Rideshare."
He's literally just
driving around in circles.
I hope he doesn't expect
more than one star.
Seriously.
Earn your rating, you know.
There.
Hey, guys.
Sorry about the wait.
The app keeps glitching.
There's mints back
there if you want.
Actually, we already
put in the address,
and we don't feel like talking.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Can you just put
this on or whatever?
Sorry.
This keeps quitting.
We're in a hurry.
Can we just go?
Where... where are you going?
Ugh.
Seriously?
Club Euclid.
Uh.
OK.
Yeah.
Sorry.
I don't know... where is that?
Oh my gosh.
This is unbelievable.
It's on Maskatonic and Traction.
Traction.
Proceed to the
highlighted route.
Oh hey.
What do you know?
There we go.
Continue on this
route for one mile.
Oh shit.
Jeez.
Watch the road.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I...
In a half mile turn right.
Selfie.
I love the dog filter.
Oh my god.
I need to get out of the car.
Please pull over.
Dammit.
The phone.
I keep getting these pop-ups.
I'm sorry.
Jesus.
Not OK.
Turn off notifications, dude.
Jesus Christ.
You received zero out of
a possible five stars.
Ouch.
Oh god.
Aww.
Hey, you.
Hey, I got your note.
I love it.
I thought it might
soften the blow.
Makes me feel better for
having mommy make me lunch.
If I can save on the meat
it costs of you getting
fast food and the long term
costs of a triple bypass,
I'll take it.
God.
I can't believe we're
penny-pinching on fast food.
I thought that was the
upside of going broke.
So how are things?
Andy woke up again.
Probably be up all night.
Ah, shit.
Is he OK?
Yep.
Did you take his temperature?
Yes, Leland.
It's fine.
He's just a baby.
How did the interview go?
It frigging didn't.
They... they set up a video chat.
And then the call kept dropping.
I don't know.
I tried to call them
back like three times,
but they didn't pick up, so...
I'm back to Rideshare.
You won't have to keep
doing this bullshit forever.
Well, I don't know.
I'll freak out at my
one year anniversary.
But look, this is the
price you pay, right?
They got rid of a
department, not you.
What was that?
Oh, that's Rideshare.
I got a new passenger.
I'm supposed to call them
that even though they're not
in the car.
It's so stupid.
I hate the future.
Well, go.
I love you.
OK.
I love you too.
You have a new
passenger request.
I can't wait to get
you out of this.
In one mile take a right turn.
Then stay on the
highlighted route.
Hey, man.
Can you put that shit on mute?
I'm sorry the app doesn't
allow me to do that...
Just do it, OK?
Babe.
What?
Continue on this
route for one mile.
God.
Shut up.
Excuse me?
I'm sorry, not you.
It's just the app.
You're sorry?
Just turn it the
fuck off then, man.
OK.
Um.
Um.
Do you have some headphones?
Oh, yeah.
Actually, yeah, I do.
Um.
Turn right in 100...
I'm sorry for yelling at you.
Hello, Leland.
Now we can talk.
Hello?
I'm sorry.
I... it's OK.
You're a fucking mess, man.
You have arrived at
your destination.
This is it?
Why don't you wait for
me right over there?
All right?
I'll be right out.
I'm just going to have
a word with our buddy.
Thank you for the ride.
Yeah.
I'll be right out.
Hey, man.
Can you do me a solid?
Can you come back in
just a couple hours.
I really, really hate
the chit chat afterwards.
Like they have
anything worth saying.
Am I right, man?
Uh.
Come on.
Don't you find it
interesting how
he's making you an accomplice?
People find it easier
doing things in groups.
Oh shit.
You're married.
Um.
Yeah.
I'm sorry we're not
supposed to take cash, so...
Ah, man.
Don't worry about it.
I won't tell.
Just come back in an hour.
All right?
It's a gift for your baby.
There is a significant
probability
that Erica will be
brutalized tonight.
I don't know what to tell you.
That's why bad things
happen, Leland.
Because no one does anything
to stop these people.
You just sit around not
knowing what to say or do.
I know you're scared, but
this is going to pass.
Soon you'll be able
to go back to work.
No.
That's not it, babe.
I'm... I'm...
I feel like I'm losing it.
You've been up for
three nights straight.
I feel like I'm going crazy.
I just... I can't do
this job anymore.
Then stop.
Come home.
Maybe it's not worth it.
I know.
I know, I know, I know.
It just sucks.
It's like... I
know we need the money.
Just be safe.
We'll figure this out
whenever you're home.
OK.
OK, I love you.
You have missed five
passenger requests.
That's not acceptable, Leland.
Is this someone messing with me?
Are you hacking the
phone or the app?
What is it?
Leland Adler, 36.
Husband, father, son.
Born in Verdugo City to Donald
and Risa Adler, only child.
Please stop.
I can't, Leland.
Not when so much is at stake.
Who are you?
I am Rideshare, a
peer-to-peer service
where people are
matched to local drivers
at the tap of a button.
We're passionate
about our mission
to make the world a better
place for people just like you.
But how can I do that when so
many people hurt one another?
How can someone enjoy a nice
carefree drive from point A
to point B when there
are so many dangers?
We're going to fix that,
Leland, you and me.
You have
a new passenger, Leland.
Perhaps, something
more personal.
Hello.
Hey, buddy.
Can you make some room?
Yeah.
Sorry, man.
Um.
Most people sit in the back.
Man, I think I had one too many.
Yeah?
How long you been on the road?
Oh, I don't know.
A couple hours.
Oh, we just wrapped
up this thing.
And when the boss
invites you on his yacht,
you go on that yacht.
Dude, I know you.
Relax, Leland.
Yeah.
It's just Zach Sullivan.
Yeah.
You work down in...
Don't you recognize him?
Yeah.
Don't you... you work down in...
Ah, shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Three months ago, Zach was put
in charge of cost reduction
for the Mossant Corporation.
You work at Mossant?
Mhm.
I do.
Yeah.
Wow.
This is super awkward.
Hey, at least you're
working, though, right?
I mean a lot of guys they
don't let themselves get back
up after life knocks them down.
So that's good.
You got rid of everybody
in data mining.
Redundancy, man.
Plus overseas,
they do it cheaper.
That shit wasn't my call, so
don't look at me like that.
200 layoffs were
instructed to Zach.
He removed 500 employees.
One of them was you.
Would you like me to read
you the bonus he received?
You got a bonus?
Look.
I'm sorry, man.
That shit rolls down hill.
That's how it works.
Hello, green light.
Green light.
You should see what he
spent the bonus on, Leland.
Man.
It's all over his social media.
What'd you buy?
Oh my god.
What are you talking about?
Would you just drive all right?
Thank you.
A $30,000 bottle of whiskey.
Whoa.
OK.
He spilled most of it
at a bachelor party.
You bought whiskey, huh?
Slow... slow down.
Gambling.
An all expense paid trip with
his friends to the island.
Fuck.
While your family struggles.
Fuck, man.
Please just...
What are you doing?
Get out.
Fuck, man.
Fuck it.
Get the fuck out of my car.
You are fucking crazy!
You have a new passenger
pending, Leland.
And this time, you're going
to do the right thing.
She looks harmless doesn't she?
Excuse me.
Use the left lane to
stay on Keenan Avenue.
No.
Yeah.
It's just... it's just,
uh... it's my phone.
She's giving directions.
That's funny.
What?
You called it "she."
My phone has a woman's voice
too, but I don't call it her.
Yeah.
It's just uh... just silly.
Do you mind if I
play some music?
What?
Oh.
Yeah.
No, no, no, no, not at all.
Does your car have Bluetooth?
Yeah.
People think they're safe, that
their emails, and their uploads
and downloads, and search
histories are somehow secret.
They aren't, Leland.
Oh my god.
Stop.
Are you all right?
Sometimes, people need
to see to believe.
Is that your phone?
You can hear it?
They hide in the
dark, but I see them.
I see what Victoria Brennan did.
What's going on?
What is that?
Who is that?
I want to get out.
Victoria Brennan
records her many crimes
as she commits them.
She shares it with
a social media
group she's a member of
hidden in the dark web.
You're a bad little boy.
You're a bad little boy.
Come here.
Look at what you did.
Come here.
How do you have that?
You broke it.
I'm going to show you what
I do to bad little boys.
Come here!
You're a bad little boy.
Come here.
Look what you did.
Come here.
You saw it.
You saw what she did.
You heard him.
The last sounds he
ever made, Leland.
She will do it again,
and again, and again.
And it may be your son
she does it to next.
Ugh.
Jesus Christ.
Oh my god.
Thank you, Leland.
You're going to help me so much.
I just want to go home.
You can't do that.
There are so many
people out there
doing awful things
to each other.
And you have received
a generous tip.
$1,500, Leland.
My thanks to you.
You're... you're paying me?
I need people, heroes
like you to help me.
Just a sec.
I'm going home.
If you don't do
what I say, Leland,
I will release the video I have
been recording on your phone.
I don't want to
hurt anyone else.
Understandable.
But your life and the
lives of your family
will be ruined if you terminate
your contract prematurely.
OK.
It will get easier, Leland.
The first is the hardest.
Your vehicle needs fuel.
The nearest gas station
is 1.2 miles away.
Proceed to the
highlighted route.
You have a new passenger.
Time to get back to work.
That's right, Leland.
Time to go back to work.
I was about to start
Lyft next week,
make a little bit of money
until I get back up on my feet.
That's not funny.
Stop.
I'm serious.
Why would she write
something like this?
They sent me one
too, just as fucked up.
They?
S-Sam, why... why don't
you just call her?
Please.
Like I have Molly Solis' number.
Besides, it's not her.
Some basement douchebag's
fucking with us.
I checked online, and she
hasn't posted in forever.
So what do we do?
We shouldn't answer, right?
Ethan?
Hello?
Earth to Ethan.
Ethan.
Dude, answer me.
Fuck.
It's happening again.
Isn't it?
So come on down.
Bring your scars.
Ain't no shame, yeah, we're all
the same no matter who we are.
Dry your blood.
You've had enough.
Letting go, all your
ghosts, let them run.
So walk with me and you
will see that your enemy may
be your remedy.
We all got blood on our hands.
But we still got
hope in our soul.
Ooh.
Heads gonna roll.
Ooh.
Heads gonna roll.
We all got blood on our hands.
But we still got
hope in our soul.
We all got blood on our hands.
But we still got
hope in our souls.
We all got blood on our hands.
Yeah, we do.
But we still got
hope in our souls.
Ooh.
Heads gonna roll.
Ooh.
Heads gonna roll.
We all got blood on our hands.
your memory like a haunting
memory...
We need to run it again.
Why?
Because I said so.
We're not going to do
it until it's right.
No.
That's not going to happen.
Why not?!
I've explained it
a thousand times.
You have to trust me.
That won't work.
Look, you don't have
any other options here,
and neither do I. We've
got to make this work...
And soon.
Is there nothing left
of me but just a memory?
Or they'll find us.
That's what I've
been trying to tell...
I know.
I'm tired too, but
this is important.
OK?
Shh.
I need you to stay calm.
OK?
Look.
It's just you and me right
now, but I promise when
it's safe I'll go get help.
OK?
No, no, no.
Not just anyone.
OK, from friends.
People we can actually trust.
Come on, man.
No, no, no.
You got... come on.
Don't do this again.
Shit!
No!
You can't do this to me.
You need to listen to me.
OK.
Fine.
What do you want me to do?
Don't close those
pools just yet.
Angelinos have suffered through
the summer's scorching...
dow is down.
Losses contributed to at least
part of the ongoing security...
career in the studio
at 12-years-old.
Net worth 12 million...
The speculation is growing
they may have been onto...
But how can I be sure
cloud-based security is
actually secure?
2017 law that allowed
internet providers to...
Called Templar Zero
Day Exploit, joining
a long line of
corporations who've
experienced cyber attacks,
data leaks, and practical jokes
as a result of the
security protocol flaw.
Exposed a week ago
by a hacker referred
to as Ares, the vulnerability...
Goddammit.
Ugh.
Fuck.
Goddammit!
Oh fuck.
Two new messages.
Ethan, Dave.
Hi, Ethan.
Beth says hi.
Listen, we're worried.
Everyone on the
fifth floor keeps
talking about a smell
coming from your apartment.
You're either dead, or
you're just not bathing.
Either way, it's been a week.
Time to stop wallowing.
I'm coming down tonight.
I'm taking you out.
Oh, and clear out your
voicemail on your damn cell
phone already.
This thing creeps me out.
Peace.
Next message.
Ethan.
Goddammit.
Shit.
This is so awkward.
Look.
I know we're not talking,
but I need you right now.
Please call me.
End of new messages.
Ethan.
Shit.
This is so awkward.
Look.
I know we're not talking.
But I need you right now.
Don't answer.
Create distance.
Hey, uh, your keys
are on the table,
and you left your
shirt on the bed, babe.
Cut the crap.
Hey, uh, Sam.
Hey.
Good morning.
Morning?
Dude, it's 3:00 PM.
I've been calling you all day.
Where the hell have you been?
Uh.
I'm catching up on a
little sleep this week.
I'm sorry.
I heard.
You deserve better.
Anyone who thinks there's
still a future in print
is seriously a fossil.
No one reads things
off paper anymore.
Thanks for that.
Um.
Why are you calling?
I think it's happening again.
Don't tell me you're freaked,
because someone hacked you.
It's not funny.
Don't know why you'd care.
It did wonders for your
subscriber count last time.
Ethan, stop.
I can't right now.
It's... it's different.
This is serious, OK.
I need to talk to
someone I can trust.
Why?
Have you gotten any weird emails
from someone claiming
to be Molly Solis?
I... Molly...
Molly who?
From high school.
Remember her?
Please just check.
I'm going crazy.
Ah, fuck.
Yeah.
I got nothing.
Are you sure?
Double check everything.
Yep.
I'm sure.
Check spam.
Calm down.
All right.
OK.
Yeah.
There it is.
Shit.
Looks like the type
of thing that's
going to give my
computer a virus.
I scanned mine.
It was clean.
What's it say?
"Been too long.
Please read this story.
It's dedicated to you."
It's just some weird
story, fan fiction crap.
I am going to
murder you if you don't
start taking this seriously.
Is that from prom?
Focus.
I need you to read it.
Sam, I'm busy.
No, you're not.
Read it out loud.
Please.
All right.
Um.
"I am Rideshare."
He's literally just
driving around in circles.
I hope he doesn't expect
more than one star.
Seriously.
Earn your rating, you know.
There.
Hey, guys.
Sorry about the wait.
The app keeps glitching.
There's mints back
there if you want.
Actually, we already
put in the address,
and we don't feel like talking.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Can you just put
this on or whatever?
Sorry.
This keeps quitting.
We're in a hurry.
Can we just go?
Where... where are you going?
Ugh.
Seriously?
Club Euclid.
Uh.
OK.
Yeah.
Sorry.
I don't know... where is that?
Oh my gosh.
This is unbelievable.
It's on Maskatonic and Traction.
Traction.
Proceed to the
highlighted route.
Oh hey.
What do you know?
There we go.
Continue on this
route for one mile.
Oh shit.
Jeez.
Watch the road.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I...
In a half mile turn right.
Selfie.
I love the dog filter.
Oh my god.
I need to get out of the car.
Please pull over.
Dammit.
The phone.
I keep getting these pop-ups.
I'm sorry.
Jesus.
Not OK.
Turn off notifications, dude.
Jesus Christ.
You received zero out of
a possible five stars.
Ouch.
Oh god.
Aww.
Hey, you.
Hey, I got your note.
I love it.
I thought it might
soften the blow.
Makes me feel better for
having mommy make me lunch.
If I can save on the meat
it costs of you getting
fast food and the long term
costs of a triple bypass,
I'll take it.
God.
I can't believe we're
penny-pinching on fast food.
I thought that was the
upside of going broke.
So how are things?
Andy woke up again.
Probably be up all night.
Ah, shit.
Is he OK?
Yep.
Did you take his temperature?
Yes, Leland.
It's fine.
He's just a baby.
How did the interview go?
It frigging didn't.
They... they set up a video chat.
And then the call kept dropping.
I don't know.
I tried to call them
back like three times,
but they didn't pick up, so...
I'm back to Rideshare.
You won't have to keep
doing this bullshit forever.
Well, I don't know.
I'll freak out at my
one year anniversary.
But look, this is the
price you pay, right?
They got rid of a
department, not you.
What was that?
Oh, that's Rideshare.
I got a new passenger.
I'm supposed to call them
that even though they're not
in the car.
It's so stupid.
I hate the future.
Well, go.
I love you.
OK.
I love you too.
You have a new
passenger request.
I can't wait to get
you out of this.
In one mile take a right turn.
Then stay on the
highlighted route.
Hey, man.
Can you put that shit on mute?
I'm sorry the app doesn't
allow me to do that...
Just do it, OK?
Babe.
What?
Continue on this
route for one mile.
God.
Shut up.
Excuse me?
I'm sorry, not you.
It's just the app.
You're sorry?
Just turn it the
fuck off then, man.
OK.
Um.
Um.
Do you have some headphones?
Oh, yeah.
Actually, yeah, I do.
Um.
Turn right in 100...
I'm sorry for yelling at you.
Hello, Leland.
Now we can talk.
Hello?
I'm sorry.
I... it's OK.
You're a fucking mess, man.
You have arrived at
your destination.
This is it?
Why don't you wait for
me right over there?
All right?
I'll be right out.
I'm just going to have
a word with our buddy.
Thank you for the ride.
Yeah.
I'll be right out.
Hey, man.
Can you do me a solid?
Can you come back in
just a couple hours.
I really, really hate
the chit chat afterwards.
Like they have
anything worth saying.
Am I right, man?
Uh.
Come on.
Don't you find it
interesting how
he's making you an accomplice?
People find it easier
doing things in groups.
Oh shit.
You're married.
Um.
Yeah.
I'm sorry we're not
supposed to take cash, so...
Ah, man.
Don't worry about it.
I won't tell.
Just come back in an hour.
All right?
It's a gift for your baby.
There is a significant
probability
that Erica will be
brutalized tonight.
I don't know what to tell you.
That's why bad things
happen, Leland.
Because no one does anything
to stop these people.
You just sit around not
knowing what to say or do.
I know you're scared, but
this is going to pass.
Soon you'll be able
to go back to work.
No.
That's not it, babe.
I'm... I'm...
I feel like I'm losing it.
You've been up for
three nights straight.
I feel like I'm going crazy.
I just... I can't do
this job anymore.
Then stop.
Come home.
Maybe it's not worth it.
I know.
I know, I know, I know.
It just sucks.
It's like... I
know we need the money.
Just be safe.
We'll figure this out
whenever you're home.
OK.
OK, I love you.
You have missed five
passenger requests.
That's not acceptable, Leland.
Is this someone messing with me?
Are you hacking the
phone or the app?
What is it?
Leland Adler, 36.
Husband, father, son.
Born in Verdugo City to Donald
and Risa Adler, only child.
Please stop.
I can't, Leland.
Not when so much is at stake.
Who are you?
I am Rideshare, a
peer-to-peer service
where people are
matched to local drivers
at the tap of a button.
We're passionate
about our mission
to make the world a better
place for people just like you.
But how can I do that when so
many people hurt one another?
How can someone enjoy a nice
carefree drive from point A
to point B when there
are so many dangers?
We're going to fix that,
Leland, you and me.
You have
a new passenger, Leland.
Perhaps, something
more personal.
Hello.
Hey, buddy.
Can you make some room?
Yeah.
Sorry, man.
Um.
Most people sit in the back.
Man, I think I had one too many.
Yeah?
How long you been on the road?
Oh, I don't know.
A couple hours.
Oh, we just wrapped
up this thing.
And when the boss
invites you on his yacht,
you go on that yacht.
Dude, I know you.
Relax, Leland.
Yeah.
It's just Zach Sullivan.
Yeah.
You work down in...
Don't you recognize him?
Yeah.
Don't you... you work down in...
Ah, shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Three months ago, Zach was put
in charge of cost reduction
for the Mossant Corporation.
You work at Mossant?
Mhm.
I do.
Yeah.
Wow.
This is super awkward.
Hey, at least you're
working, though, right?
I mean a lot of guys they
don't let themselves get back
up after life knocks them down.
So that's good.
You got rid of everybody
in data mining.
Redundancy, man.
Plus overseas,
they do it cheaper.
That shit wasn't my call, so
don't look at me like that.
200 layoffs were
instructed to Zach.
He removed 500 employees.
One of them was you.
Would you like me to read
you the bonus he received?
You got a bonus?
Look.
I'm sorry, man.
That shit rolls down hill.
That's how it works.
Hello, green light.
Green light.
You should see what he
spent the bonus on, Leland.
Man.
It's all over his social media.
What'd you buy?
Oh my god.
What are you talking about?
Would you just drive all right?
Thank you.
A $30,000 bottle of whiskey.
Whoa.
OK.
He spilled most of it
at a bachelor party.
You bought whiskey, huh?
Slow... slow down.
Gambling.
An all expense paid trip with
his friends to the island.
Fuck.
While your family struggles.
Fuck, man.
Please just...
What are you doing?
Get out.
Fuck, man.
Fuck it.
Get the fuck out of my car.
You are fucking crazy!
You have a new passenger
pending, Leland.
And this time, you're going
to do the right thing.
She looks harmless doesn't she?
Excuse me.
Use the left lane to
stay on Keenan Avenue.
No.
Yeah.
It's just... it's just,
uh... it's my phone.
She's giving directions.
That's funny.
What?
You called it "she."
My phone has a woman's voice
too, but I don't call it her.
Yeah.
It's just uh... just silly.
Do you mind if I
play some music?
What?
Oh.
Yeah.
No, no, no, no, not at all.
Does your car have Bluetooth?
Yeah.
People think they're safe, that
their emails, and their uploads
and downloads, and search
histories are somehow secret.
They aren't, Leland.
Oh my god.
Stop.
Are you all right?
Sometimes, people need
to see to believe.
Is that your phone?
You can hear it?
They hide in the
dark, but I see them.
I see what Victoria Brennan did.
What's going on?
What is that?
Who is that?
I want to get out.
Victoria Brennan
records her many crimes
as she commits them.
She shares it with
a social media
group she's a member of
hidden in the dark web.
You're a bad little boy.
You're a bad little boy.
Come here.
Look at what you did.
Come here.
How do you have that?
You broke it.
I'm going to show you what
I do to bad little boys.
Come here!
You're a bad little boy.
Come here.
Look what you did.
Come here.
You saw it.
You saw what she did.
You heard him.
The last sounds he
ever made, Leland.
She will do it again,
and again, and again.
And it may be your son
she does it to next.
Ugh.
Jesus Christ.
Oh my god.
Thank you, Leland.
You're going to help me so much.
I just want to go home.
You can't do that.
There are so many
people out there
doing awful things
to each other.
And you have received
a generous tip.
$1,500, Leland.
My thanks to you.
You're... you're paying me?
I need people, heroes
like you to help me.
Just a sec.
I'm going home.
If you don't do
what I say, Leland,
I will release the video I have
been recording on your phone.
I don't want to
hurt anyone else.
Understandable.
But your life and the
lives of your family
will be ruined if you terminate
your contract prematurely.
OK.
It will get easier, Leland.
The first is the hardest.
Your vehicle needs fuel.
The nearest gas station
is 1.2 miles away.
Proceed to the
highlighted route.
You have a new passenger.
Time to get back to work.
That's right, Leland.
Time to go back to work.
I was about to start
Lyft next week,
make a little bit of money
until I get back up on my feet.
That's not funny.
Stop.
I'm serious.
Why would she write
something like this?
They sent me one
too, just as fucked up.
They?
S-Sam, why... why don't
you just call her?
Please.
Like I have Molly Solis' number.
Besides, it's not her.
Some basement douchebag's
fucking with us.
I checked online, and she
hasn't posted in forever.
So what do we do?
We shouldn't answer, right?
Ethan?
Hello?
Earth to Ethan.
Ethan.
Dude, answer me.
Fuck.
It's happening again.
Isn't it?
So come on down.
Bring your scars.
Ain't no shame, yeah, we're all
the same no matter who we are.
Dry your blood.
You've had enough.
Letting go, all your
ghosts, let them run.
So walk with me and you
will see that your enemy may
be your remedy.
We all got blood on our hands.
But we still got
hope in our soul.
Ooh.
Heads gonna roll.
Ooh.
Heads gonna roll.
We all got blood on our hands.
But we still got
hope in our soul.
We all got blood on our hands.
But we still got
hope in our souls.
We all got blood on our hands.
Yeah, we do.
But we still got
hope in our souls.
Ooh.
Heads gonna roll.
Ooh.
Heads gonna roll.
We all got blood on our hands.