Streets of Syndicate

Hacker.

Yes, sir?

When you're done here, we need to talk.

Is a...

Is everything okay?

I said we'll talk when you're done.

I have it right here, Mr. Tana.

I have one of my best men here to deliver the case to you.

You should have it very soon, and once you do,

I'll wait for your reading.

This case in invaluable to me, Duvall.

You are to deliver it to Mr. Tana without incident.

Am I understood?

Well, yeah.

This?

This is gonna be the easiest assignment

you've ever given me, boss.

Consider it done.

It better be.

Now take care of it.

You incompetent idiot!

I gave you a simple assignment

and you fuck it in the first five minutes!

Unbelievable!

Calm?

I have a very important assignment for you.

I don't know much about art

but one thing I don't know is any rich artist.

I'm probably not gonna be rich doing this

but that's not the point.

What is the point?

For all that hassle, I best be pulling in some bank.

How're you gonna get away with it?

Get away with what?

Chet.

I don't see how someone as superficial as him

could even stand to be seen in public

with a lowly little art school chick like yourself.

Chet knows when not to cross the line.

There's a line?

When did that happen?

So what's Chet gonna be?

An attorney.

Which is something that turns my stomach.

It's just what this world needs, another lawyer.

Not all lawyers are bad.

Now you're defending him?

I'm not defending him.

I'm defending the good name of lawyers.

It doesn't matter what Chet thinks anymore anyway.

It's not like we're gonna be together forever.

When's the marriage?

A couple months once we're out of school.

I may be wrong but that sounds like

the opposite of breaking up.

You don't have the guts to tell him, do you?

I don't know how to.

And there is someone else.

Who?

Billy?

Ew, no.

Then who?

I don't know his name!

Let me get this straight.

You don't even now his name?

Where did you meet him?

Yeah.

Funny story.

I haven't, actually.

So you're stalking some guy?

Yes.

No, not stalking.

He's just this guy I've seen around campus.

Oooh, my girl's creeping on some dude.

I'm not "creeping on some dude."

Is the butt nice?

Tell me the butt's nice.

I am not having this conversation with you.

Just fucking with you, chill.

So how long have you been side-eyeing

with the intent to stalk this guy?

Nine months.

Nine months?

You've spent nearly a year infatuated with some guy

and you haven't even found out his name yet?

I haven't had the opportunity.

Are you waiting to have something to do

on your wedding night?

Have you at least made eye contact?

Well, I did look at him once

and he may or may not have smiled at me.

Ugh.

You better hurry up and get the wedding planner

on the phone.

What do I do?

Stop gawking and do something.

It's not as hard as you're making it out to be.

Just talk to him.

He's probably not your true love or anything

but you'll never know until you at least get to know him.

What if he says no?

He's a guy.

What do you think the chances are of that happening?

Do you think you could tell me

why we were almost just killed?

They had a gun, we didn't.

Who was it that gave you that thing anyway?

Hacker.

Have me get this bitch open.

I think you need to get rid of it.

Who knows who's after that thing.

Are you fucked up?

I don't think so.

I don't think this is such a good idea.

What else are we gonna do for the rest of the day?

If this guy's after this, it could be worth a fortune.

Dead women can't spend money.

I can sure as hell try.

How do you know there's money in there?

For all you know, it could be severed body parts.

Ew.

Doesn't smell like body parts.

I can't do this, I'm going home.

To who?

Chet?

I know you're curious, Amanda, just admit it.

I'll admit that had I known

that I was gonna threaten my life today

with this little reunion of ours,

I would've kept walking.

Come on.

I'm willing to bet you haven't had this much fun

in a long time.

Our idea of fun have always differed.

I can't do this.

Don't walk away from everything, Amanda.

Not unless it's something you need to walk away from.

And why not?

Because I know who can open this.

Who?

This is the place.

Well, what if he's not home?

He's home.

All the shades are down.

Foster can have this thing open in a few seconds.

Foster?

Don't I know him or something?

Probably.

He went to high school with us.

A couple years behind us.

Can you trust him?

Yeah.

There is no place safer.

Do we knock?

Are you sure he's home?

He's just checking to see if it's safe.

Safe from what?

Who is it?

It's me, Lynese.

Are you sure?

I'm too good looking to be anybody else.

Who is she?

This is Amanda.

She's a friend of mine.

Is she cool?

No, she's not cool.

But you can trust her.

Come in.

Come on.

You give them something to look at,

they might see something.

You weren't followed, were you?

By who?

It's whom.

You know?

Them.

Now Foster, we're cool.

Yeah, that's what they want you to think.

Let's just hope you're right.

We just need your help with something.

What do you need, wiretap?

Video surveillance?

No, nothing like that.

We just need this open.

That's a nice case.

Can you do it?

What's in it?

I don't know, we found it.

Let's see, shall we?