Rabbit Hole - First Season

Multiple protests around the country

as the Shared Data Act meets resistance on Capitol Hill.

You want to stop the Data Act?

Then we need to show up.

We should kill that Kyle kid.

He could be working for Crowley.

And he might just be an innocent FBI informant.

Who are you?!

All the political donations and PACs

that Intaverse Media gives money to are publicly available.

I looked at the executive level donations.

They only ever contributed to one politician

on a regular basis... Senator Nora Evers of New Jersey.

- Cover your ears! - What?

What did I miss?

You're missing the most obvious version.

- That Valence sold us out. - Stop saying that!

He knew where all the safe houses were.

He didn't do it.

- This was not the plan. - Shut up!

Miles, no!

It was you.

You were the last person to talk to Valence.

Why the fuck didn't you tell me?

If I told you that,

I would have had to tell you everything else.

What else is there to tell?

Your team... They're dead, all of 'em.

Truth is,

our democracy works no different

than any of these shitholes we traffic in.

Are we really going to have this conversation right now?

Yeah! Look at this. We've been grooming this guy

- for months, Ben. - I told them no heroin.

But they don't listen.

We find our sap to kill El Comrade Generalissimo.

We break him, program him, rebuild him.

- Hold on. - Blood, sweat and tears.

- It's hard, right? - Yeah.

Then the day before the hit, this shit happens.

We'll figure something else out.

Yeah. I'm sorry, Langley.

No president this year.

What does any of this have to do with democracy?

Stop it, will you? Please. How many times...

Araña talks the talk we feed him,

but how long before he figures out

how things really work and then sells out?

He'll control all the wealth and resources

this country has to offer.

At the end of the day, the only thing

you need to ask yourself is,

"Why are we giving control to men like him

when we could be selling it to the highest bidder instead?"

Or, hell, taking it for ourselves.

You're fucking crazy.

Time for change.

What about this one?

Because safety has a price.

Security takes a huge toll.

And those who say they prize privacy over all things,

I have to ask... What do you have to hide?

Evers' staunch support of the Shared Data Act

was thought to be a weakness for her campaign,

as the bill has struggled its way through the Senate.

The public is wary of the plan, so the question now is

if her inexplicable surge in the race can continue.

Once the clear front-runner, the former

vice president abruptly abandoned his campaign today.

A field full of contenders has dwindled

to just a few after yet another candidate has dropped out

for unspecified personal reasons.

Are you tired of living in fear?

The Data Act isn't about privacy.

It's about eliminating fear

and making this the safest

and most powerful democracy in the world.

Johnathan?

Are you okay?

I'm thinking maybe I should just go ahead

and do your part of this.

No, no. We stick to the plan.

No, you killed the plan.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Okay?

I'm sorry. I must have said it a thousand times.

No, actually, this is the first time you've said it.

Doesn't matter. I just want to be done with this.

And then what?

Johnathan?

It matters to me what you think of me.

You really must have been something back in the day.

Problem is I just don't believe you anymore.

She's coming your way, Ben.

People, you have to move.

Can't be here. Please, please. All right.

Um, this is her. The rest of the motorcade got delayed.

What the fuck? The senator's already running late.

They should have been here ten minutes ago.

How's this even happening?

Well, you know, a madwoman out front

caused a bit of a traffic jam.

But we're working on getting your people here

as fast as possible.

What the fuck, Lanneman? Is this Billy?

Yes, ma'am. We're just waiting.

Yeah, I'm not waiting. You wait for the others.

I'll see you all at 6:00.

Billy, tell me we have more wine.

Who the fuck are you?

I just want to talk. Don't be afraid.

Who said anything about being afraid?

The money loops

through every anonymous financial entity

on the planet.

Someone has been illegally feeding millions of dollars

to you and your campaign, and we can prove it.

Come on, Senator.

You want the White House, go get it.

All I want... The man pulling the strings.

- No. - Excuse me?

This is enough to take you down.

Enough?

Enough?

What you have... it'll dominate one news cycle, sure.

Hurt my chances? Maybe.

I have to stay a senator for a more few years,

then try again? Boo-hoo.

It's nothing compared to what they have on me.

One day, they send a car for me.

I'm blindfolded, taken to a location.

I'm shown a safety deposit box with a briefcase inside.

It's a metal one, right out of the movies.

And inside are materials.

Hugely compromising materials.

Let's just say that if that gets out,

anyone who's got my last name...

They're gonna change it to something else.

I hear his gravelly voice in my sleep.

And I regret ever playing ball with him.

But there's no way I'm gonna help you.

If we helped you get your case back, would you help us?

Yes, but it's not gonna happen.

I was blindfolded.

I know the number of the box.

I have no idea where the vault is.

You said you were picked up from where?

- 3rd and D. - Surface streets or highways?

Do you think you left the city?

Surface. I assumed that I was still in the city.

I heard a food cart nearby.

It was 1550 Girard.

Let me guess, it smelled like chicken and garlic

and it was a Tuesday.

1550 Girard is an ultra-secure

private depository used by shady rich people.

Cartels, tax cheats, criminals, money launderers.

It's kind of famous in my world.

Arif's Shawarma is there on Tuesdays.

Well?

Can you do it, Weir?

You obviously have a very talented team.

Mr. Heston, welcome to 1550 Girard.

Ronald Kolgin. So sorry to keep you waiting.

Not a problem.

And will you be joining Mr. Heston

on the tour of the facility today, Mister...

You agreed to a chaperone?

Store-brand G.I. Joe over there?

It got handled. What were you thinking?

- I should have been there. - I told you, it got done.

You didn't think I can go on tour and take notes?

- Didn't have a choice. - There's always a choice.

You don't get to say that to me now.

We handled it. Get over it.

No one's talking to you.

He's really gonna fuck us. You realize that?

I could say the same thing about you.

Whatever's in that briefcase is too valuable

to trust to you criminals.

It doesn't leave my sight.

And you're gonna protect it like you did your boss lady? Yes?

Respect me, Grandpa.

I'm the only one here who knows the box number,

so you don't have a choice.

He is definitely gonna fuck us.

No one is getting fucked.

The senator's gonna get what she wants,

she's gonna give us Crowley, and then it's done.

What's he got on her?

You can tell me. Pee-pee tapes?

Scheisße tapes. Pew.

So, what's my part?

- Nothing. - What?

I don't want anyone getting hurt.

You're cutting me out?

You and Homm are in the van.

John, you can't do this on your own.

Well, I'd love to call my team and get some help,