"I just got back from treatment and I feel amazing, and I'm gonna talk to them about maybe starting up work again" "I got an idea." "Wouldn't you be happier working for a place that's like giving back to the world?" "You'll be working on a new computer sofware program called Cogentiva." "This is Doug Daniels." "So I'm like your boss and stuff." "Hey, Tyler, get this lady orientated for me." " What the hell am I doing here?" " Not much." "We could do something worth with our lives." "I missed you." "Miss the person I was with you." "She never got the love she needed from you." "You, she never got the love she needed from you." "I called Open Air and they have a place for him." "I don't see how anyone can help him." "I've listed some of the worst products that we carry." "You're crazy." "You're crazy, Amy!" "Why shouldn't I just fire you?" "If I get into the emails of the guys at the top, we can blow this place wide open, all I need is your password." "We can do this, Tyler." "AMY, VOICE-OVER:" "What if this kingdom really is cursed?" "It is cursed." "With a lunatic logic." "A death drive." "Its castle made of glass and concrete... and cancer." "What if somehow you knew how to break the spell?" "And only you could bring the light." "What if somehow you had found the key that could unlock the chains?" "The magic key that could free us all." "Would you use it?" "You have to use it." "[Telephone ringing]" "Sorry, Mom, for destroying your paper." "I want to get this one article." "I need to get in touch with this writer." "In touch for what?" "Um, Mom, honestly, there's a lot of crazy stuff that's probably going to go down." "I can't get into it." "It's better if you're in the dark, really." "Mom, do you believe in fate?" "No." "All this time, I've been trying to figure out what to do." "And I realize that there's no decision." "This is fate." "Serious fate, like sword in the rock fate." "What sword?" "The golden sword." "The one you-- you know, you get, you slay the king or the dragon or the witch." "The one you can only grab out if you're chosen." "Maybe I am chosen for something." "You know, for this." "I got to go." "What the hell?" "Yes. 7, 7..." "AMY:" "OK." "So I started in Damien's accounts, right?" "And then I just, like, went into every email I could open." "All the top execs, and we knew they were plunderers." "Just screwing their workers, covering up their dirty dumping." "That's not the sickest part." "They don't care, Tyler." "They don't care." "They're hurting people and they know it." "And it's a game to them." "They make jokes about it in these emails." "When this shit comes out, we're talking about at least 100 class action lawsuits." "What--what do you mean when it all comes out?" "How's it going to come out?" "There's this guy, Jeff Flinder, he's at the L.A. "Times."" "He writes these corporate exposes." "He is the perfect journalist for this." "Oh, my God." "Please just don't go back in there with my password." "They will trace it back to me." "Tyler, I have to go back in." "I don't have a hard copy." "I couldn't get the fucking printer to work." "You know it always jams up." "I need your help." "No, no, no, no." "I, uh," "I gave you that password in a moment of weakness." "I'm not getting any deeper into this." "Don't you feel an obligation?" "People are living under the illusion that the American dream is working for them." "And it's rigged by the guys at the tippy top." "Well, I--I may not be at the top, but I'm happy." "No, you're not." "You're miserable." "You're a mole, you're paralyzed." "Well, I'm changing." "I just joined the company gym and--and I got a discount 'cause of my employee badge and I'm gonna work out more." "And my aunt died and I just found out" "I got her timeshare, so I'm going to go to the Bahamas for two weeks a year." "So, maybe I'm a mole, but I'm a happy mole." "And I don't want to lose what little I have." "OK?" "You've already lost it." "They're shutting us down." "What do you mean?" "They're shutting us down." "Cogentiva is folding." "When they've got their new fancy system up and running, their whole plan is to do it with one fat guy in an office somewhere." "No." "I don't believe you." "I'll show you all the emails." "We don't have a job." "They're firing all of us." "We can do something good here." "And at the very least, isn't it our duty to kick them in the balls on the way out the door?" "Yes, Jeff Flinder's office, please." "OK, sure." "Hi." "This is Amy Jellicoe." "I'm at 9-5-1-7-7-2-0-3-3." "And, um, I'm a really big fan of your work." "I have something really important to talk to you about, and it is time sensitive, so, um, it's extremely, um, explosive information, so if you could call me back right away, this is urgent." "Thank you so much." "You have got to act like everything's cool and just do your work." "The harder I work, the sooner we all get fired." "Shh." "[Telephone ringing]" "Hello?" "Oh, uh, yes, this is she." "Um, can you hold on one second, please?" "Sorry, I have to take this call." "Thank you for calling me back." "JEFF:" "Sure." "I'm always down for something explosive." "Well, I can't really discuss this on the phone." "Um, I need to meet you in person." "Well, come by my office." "Let's set a time." "This is really, really urgent." "OK." "I live downtown." "Um, got a late meeting." "Free by around 8:00." "Yeah, you know, my car is really funky right now." "Is there any way you could meet me in Riverside?" "You want me to drive to Riverside?" "It's worth it." "Trust me." "I have something for you." "It's a gift." "This is a huge front page story." "Well, what is it?" "Um, I can't really talk about it at work, like I said." "Yeah, just, here working at Abaddonn Industries." "You know what I mean?" "There's a T.G.I. Friday's on Arlington, just off the 91." "Um, why don't we meet there at 9:00?" "OK." "OK." "Bye." "Blind dates." "You guys still plugging away, huh?" "Nice." "There's no overtime, though." "So..." "Oh, no, no." "I just" "I want to finish up this last section." "I'm such a perfectionist, you know." "No, I don't know that you're a perfectionist." "Oh, me?" "Yeah, I'm just, like, super anal." "That's how I got where I am." "I don't even want to touch that." "Oh, Tyler's just keeping me company while I finish up this last section." "All right, well, hey, I like the dedication." "Stay anal, you guys." "[Chuckles]" "You're fucking right." "They're dumping us." "I told you." "Even Dougie." "They think he's a joke." "Well..." "The computers just shut off." "What is that?" "Has that ever happened before?" "[WHISPERING] Tyler." "Tyler, wait a minute." "Do you think they detect a breach, like a security breach?" "No." "How could they?" "You know what?" "We have enough here." "Let's get the fuck out of here." "...or do I just start..." "SECURITY GUARD:" "We're having some power outages in level H." "Did you notice anything down there?" " Yeah." " No." "I mean, well, no, but yeah." "We didn't care." "We were just working, so..." "But now we're done." "Heading home." " GUARD:" "Have a good night." " Working late." "[WHISPERING] We're going to get fucking arrested." "[WHISPERING] Jesus Christ, you are such a bad liar." "Let me do the talking next time something like that happens." "I'm never doing anything like this again." "I Googled you so I know what you look like, and you speak so beautifully about the issues that are vital to the environment and corporate greed, and-- and to the middle class." "Hi." "I'm Jeff." "So, you-- you" "I'm Amy." "Hey, Amy." "Sorry, I'm a little bit nervous, because, um," "I know this was my idea, but I realized people come here from work and stuff." "So..." "You work at Abaddonn." "Yeah." "For 15 years." "And I've seen things, and I've read things and I'm not going to be silent anymore about what's going on over there." "What's going on over there?" "Um, these documents will be able to tell you way more than I can." "And I'm ready to give them to you." "But I need to know that they're going to get the coverage they deserve." "What are you saying?" "Well, I'm saying, like, the front page at least." "I mean, I need a guarantee." "You want me to guarantee you the front page?" "We're talking about pages and pages of some of the most unbelievable shit you have ever read." "Like, every word in the book." "You know what I mean?" "Yeah, um, well, if, um..." "that's all." "What?" "Oh, my God." "Is he staring?" "Honestly, I--I think the guy's watching the monster truck jam." "[Truck engine revving on TV]" "Yeah." "We're good." "We're good." "OK, well, if this is what you say it is," "I'm sure it'll get plenty of good coverage." "I can't guarantee you anything until I've read the documents and talked to my editors." "But I can tell you in good faith" "I'll do the best I can." "Oh, my God." "[Sigh] This is it." "This is the beginning." "That's me passing the baton to you." "OK." "Great." "Well, I'll give you a call as soon as I've digested it and we'll go from there." "I've been taking a break from drinking." "Like, should we have a glass of wine and celebrate?" "I really need to get back to L.A." "Oh." "You're right." "You're in Riverside." "Yeah, so, I'll call you soon." "I'll be waiting to hear from you." "I'll take good care of this." "Obviously." "And it was, uh, really great meeting you, Amy." "Hey, you, too." "OK, Amy." "OK, bye." "AMY, VOICE-OVER:" "If they knew." "If they only knew, would they do something, too?" "Or would they just ignore it?" "What would they do?" "I guess we're about to find out, right?" "I just don't get why he hasn't called me." "He's probably busy." "Busy?" "Are you kidding me?" "He's sitting on a powder keg that can blow the country of America wide open and he's too fucking busy?" "I don't think so." "[WHISPERING] Voicemail." "Jeff, hey, it's Amy." "Um, so, just eager to hear from you." "Checking in, um, if you can call me as soon as you can, you have my number, of course." "OK, great." "Bye." "Good message." "[Telephone ringing]" "Hello?" "[Mouthing words]" "Oh." "Oh, you haven't?" "Mm-hmm." "Oh." "Oh, OK, great." "Gotcha." "Oh, right away." "OK." "Well, I--I think we should meet up again tonight." "Sure." "Oh, yeah." "Absolutely." "All right." "Bye." "Oh, my God." "You were right." "He was in meetings all day." "He's going to read it right now." "So, I said I needed to meet him again tonight and, uh, talk about everything." "And he doesn't want to come back to Riverside again." "So, um, we do have to go to L.A." "What do you mean "we"?" "I mean, my car will never make it." "I need you to drive me." "Well, what if I have plans?" " Do you?" " No." "AMY:" "Tyler, this is gonna be huge." "What was that, you know, the whistleblower who became, like, person of the year for "Time" Magazine?" "You could be Person of the Year." "Who the fuck knows?" "This is getting really exciting, you know." "Hey." "Yum." "We got a good spot." "Right." "What are you doing?" "Huh?" "Why are you putting on lipstick?" "Well, I mean, I want to look OK." "This guy's a big deal." "He's like a Woodward or Bernstein." "Ahem." "How do I look?" "What does it matter?" "Is it a meeting or is it, like, a date or something?" "It's a meeting, obviously." "But this is big." "I mean, this is a major moment." "This is where it begins, right?" " You know?" " OK." "Well, let's go." "Oh, do you mind waiting here?" " What?" " Yeah." "I mean, he doesn't really know you, and it could be confusing." "I mean, I--I really don't think it'll take long." "So, wish me luck." "You're fucking kidding." "[Buzz]" "[Ding]" "[Footsteps]" "Yeah." "Sure." "Let's just run with it." "Oh, shit." "Is it--is it 8:00?" "Oh, uh, yeah, I--I came early." "That's OK." "Um, no, I can't." "Come on in." "I--I can't in November." "I'm in Dubai." "Uh, oh, you going to fucking love this thing, soon as I get more..." "I got a few plates spinning right now." "I've got to push..." "Yeah, Yeah, I know." "Great." "Great, we'll talk about it." "We'll talk soon." "Yeah, bye." "Aww, that's so sweet." "Is that your grandfather?" "No, that's Noam Chomsky." "Political theorist." "Mm." "Cool." "So, um," "Are you just freaking out?" "Or--or what do you think?" "I'm freaking out, um, no." "I did take a look at it." "Yeah." "Yeah." "You--you know, I can see how it's interesting from a voyeuristic point of view, but there's not enough here." "Wait, what?" "Well, there's not much of a story here." "I mean, it's not a front page story at least." "Did you even read it all?" " Are you kidding me?" " Yeah." "I mean, what are you talking about?" "Well, it--it's unethical and it's immoral." "I know that." "It's disgusting, but it's not illegal." "But, I mean, these guys are pigs." "They're getting rich by screwing everyone else." "Hey, I hate to break it to you, that's what executives are hired to do." "You go into any office around here, there's thousands of them, and it's all exactly the same thing." "Business as usual." "But they're looting a company and--and they have absolutely no social conscience." "Right." "Um, did one of these fuckers fuck you over, or what?" "Excuse me?" "Well, what's the back story here?" "Are you, what kind of revenge play are you working on?" "This isn't about revenge, OK?" "It's about justice." "So you're an idealist, or a do-gooder." "Or maybe you're just somebody who likes to see your name in the paper." "Fuck it." "Fuck it." "I'll take it somewhere else." "I don't know why you don't see what I see." "I mean, I really don't." "Maybe you're too scared to take on Abaddonn." "But you know what?" "I'm not and somebody else is going to run with this." "Amy, no, no." "Forget it." "Will you just fucking calm down for a second?" " Well" " Amy, are you kidding me?" "To hang a company like Abaddonn, it's what I live for." "But this is not a story." "I mean, maybe it is, but if I wrote it, the only thing that's going to happen is you're going to get in a shitload of trouble and nothing's going to change." "Don't tell me that." "Now, there is a story at Abaddonn." "Better than this." "And with my help and your access to personal emails, we can blow the lid off this whole company." "And these people won't only be embarrassed, they'll go to jail." "[Footsteps]" "[Sigh] Well, what happened?" "I'm not sure." "This is really complicated." "I guess Abaddonn is paying off government officials." "It's huge." "But he needs us to go back in." "No-no-no." "We're not going to keep doing this." "Tyler, we have to." "Hell no." "I'm not going on some fishing expedition." "We're going to be out of Abaddonn in two weeks anyway." "Maybe not." "We don't know that." "We do know that." "Well, even if I am fired," "I--I want to be able to still get a job again." "You'll get a job." "Not if I'm fucking arrested for breaking into confidential company email." "Tyler, we have the key to break this wide open." "No, we don't have the key." "It turns out we don't have the key." "We will get the goddamn key." "So, you're sad now?" "I'm just tired of feeling small." "You know, for two minutes there," "I felt worth something." "Like I was doing something, something real." "And I was alive." "That might sound pathetic but it felt good to feel alive for once." "And not just dead and plastic and numb." "Oh, God, I really don't want to go back to being nothing." "I mean, do you?" "Uh, I don't know anything else." "Tyler... come on." "Let's be hopeful." "You and me." "We can try to do something." "Not just be dying." "I'm so sick of dying." "OK." "OK." "OK." "AMY, VOICE-OVER:" "This kingdom... this amazing kingdom we have made." "This monstrous kingdom." "Its castles are magic." "They are beautiful." "They are built on dreams and iron... and greed." "They are inorganic and cannot sustain." "No kingdom lasts forever." "Even this will end." "And life and earth... will reign again."