(upbeat music)
- [Narrator] She was Durran royalty.
Appearing in countless Durran Dairy commercials
under her exclusive contract
as the Durran Dairy queen.
- [Commercial Announcer] Clean, fresh,
Durran milk.
- [Narrator] Then one day, snap,
and it was all over.
This is another setback to Durran Dairy,
having recently suffered a damning document leak,
linking the dairy's milk with
bizarre birth defects
in Durran infants.
- [Commercial Announcer] You're gonna love
Lucy's big milky jugs.
(wolf whistle)
Durran Milk.
Have you had your eight glasses today?
(fading echo)
(electronic music)
- [Male Voiceover] We're approaching the police station now.
(dramatic synthesizer music)
- I've changed my mind.
I'm going in instead.
I've got x-ray goggles,
and Dad's old spray grenade.
- Devon, we've been through this, alright.
Your skills can't be wasted in the police station.
You need to make sure that goy doesn't leave the couch.
- I guess you could say that the whole mission
rests upon my shoulders.
- [Man With Hat On] You said it.
Why do you drink that stuff, mate?
You know what it does to you?
- If you're from Durran,
if you're a Durranite,
and you're not supporting Durran Dairy
every single day,
then you're a traitor
and you're a betrayer.
Not that you know anything about that.
Silly bitch.
- We're keeping contact with these.
- OK, thanks.
- It's gonna be pretty dangerous out there.
- Not really, I don't even
- Take this.
Fidget shuriken.
That's a weapon of my own design.
What you wanna do is aim for the femoral artery,
inner thigh,
slice that,
the victim will bleed out in minutes.
- Yeah, I'm not gonna need that.
But, thank you.
- Your funeral, silly bitch.
- Silly bitch.
- [COMM voice] All wings report in.
- [Male voice] Slip stream seven, standing by.
- [Asian Male] Fox con five, standing by.
- [Female Voice] Y three kaper, standing by.
- This is Alex, standing by.
- [Asian Male] Alex, get the bolt cutters.
(metal squeaking)
Hot dog, Alex.
- I coulda done that.
(beeping)
- Neato.
Now the alarm system.
- He'll screw this up.
Just, watch.
(beeping)
(heavy breathing)
- Alarm disabled.
Proceeding to main office.
- This is movement is as graceful
as my neighbor's silk panties on the line.
Dancing in the autumn breeze.
- [Female In Video] Oh!
- [Devon] Oh no.
He didn't take the.
- I'm in the main office.
Proceeding to Gordie's desk.
They're coming.
- [Asian Male] OK, Alex, this is the tricky part.
Take out the password encoded dongle and attach it.
You may need to allow two to three hours
for the program to detect.
- I'm in.
(computer chime)
(clicking)
(piano music)
- One ditch?
(footsteps)
- [Woman] We need to talk about Lucy Boddington.
She's causing trouble.
She's got a guy.
It's coming from the top.
- [Man On Bench] We'll at least I can
turn a blind eye.
But I'm not up to that.
- [Woman] The other's 30K.
Half now.
- Holy shit.
(mumbling)
- [Asian Male] Wait, there's someone outside.
- Who's that dickhead.
- [Male Voice] Where's Devon?
- Aww, fuck.
- Devon, what are you doing here?
Get back in the van.
- You get back in the van.
- What?
- You forgot the most important part of the plan, fuck face.
- Get out of here, alright?
You shouldn't be here.
(punching)
- [Female Voice] Knock it off!
(muffled by fighting)
- Beverly, you can fight.
(alarm)
- [Asian Male] Dang it, they tripped the fire alarm.
- I'm not leaving without my data.
- Wait for me.
- [Female Voice] We gotta scram.
(loud alarm ringing)
- Jesus Christ.
- Now Devon, why you do that?
(tires screeching)
- [Alex] I'm getting in.
(gasps)
- That's not security or police.
- Alex has been compromised.
We need a Copenhagen safe house
in 52 hours.
(screeching tires)
(drum beat music)