Anon (2018) Edit

A day later, he's cleared of an insider trading charge.

A month, all to give us enough material to stretch over my law enforcement career.

A night at a bar?

A nine millimeter doesn't make a hole in you like that.

A train at the platform.

A train that isn't there.

A week ago, an edit.

A week ago...

A whole new world on your wrist.

About 11 10 23 10.

Ah, fuck.

Alert in the Ether.

All access privileges rescinded.

All clear. Please proceed.

All my online activity looks like I made a success of my life.

All the good memories, gone.

And anyone who is significant has a nasty habit of dying.

And here I was thinking she was all about the personal touch.

And I'm guessing it's the girlfriend you don't want seeing the rendezvous.

And if you analyze it carefully...

And kill Lester on the way out.

And now, her clients are getting erased.

And perhaps, a jury.

And randomly stores them in the records of everyone else.

And see her stockbroker suddenly become a cop?

And there's no evidence to say it's real.

And this girl has more than one way to kill you.

And when I do, I keep my head down.

And you will wish you were fucking dead.

Anonymity is the enemy.

Another cipher.

Another cipher.

Any charges, I'll make it all go away before you do.

Any job you wouldn't take?

Anyone I was with.

Anyone looking close, especially another fixer...

Are you drunk?

Are you fucking crazy?!

Are you saying the hacker got hacked?

Aren't you going to look?

As in worse?

Assaulted a fellow officer.

At least we know she likes her eggs sunny side up.

At this moment, my client feared for his life.

At this moment...

Automatically searches for her and erases any trace it finds.

Ballistics points to you.

Baltimore, July, also got his POV hacked, also by a shooter who wasn't there.

Before Cray could make sense of it...

Believe it or not, I got a policy.

Better not to leave it lying around. She could use it against you.

Blacks her out and leaves a gap.

Both of them.

Breaks my life up into fractions of seconds

But if you try to find that split second of me,

But if you're asking if I think it's fucked up?

But it all masked deleted activity.

But you can't erase memories.

But you can't keep calling all hours.

By the by, this doesn't get out.

By the looks of it, neither are you.

By the way, I'll need a boatload of cash.

Call them what you will.

Can't help you.

Can't hide. She knows where I am.

Cash only.

Changed my mind.

Charlie, how are the girls?

Charlie, the other DNA that we couldn't identify,

Charlie, this morning downtown...

Charlie, you know that girl I saw yesterday on South William.

Charlie.

Check your surroundings for safety.

Commissioner's personal recommendation.

Common practice.

Complicates things.

Concentrate. Find a clue.

Conrad, I'm not going to keep her long, it's just..

Cut it close.

Cut up some lines while I do this.

Damn it.

Damn.

Dating for a year.

Daughter of a prominent Christian right senator up for re election.

De anonymize her.

Delete fucking everything.

Delete fucking everything.

Depends who they killed.

Detected in the Ether an hour ago.

DFE.

Did she see us?

Did you all like what you saw?

Did you get lucky last night?

Do that,

Does he have to be on the call every time we talk?

Does there have to be one?

Doesn't seem like the type of girl who looks back.

Doesn't seem to be an issue.

Doing what?

Don't do it.

Don't hurt her, please.

Don't hurt her, please.

Don't look at me.

Don't suppose you're going to tell me how you do it.

Don't try to find me.

Don't worry.

Don't you get it?

Don't, please.

Don't, please.

Drink?

Drink?

Eclectic taste. A lot of mid century modern, high end.

Eighteen.

Especially the fucking.

Even though we don't have a fucking picture.

Everyone has something to hide.

Everything.

Everything's connected, everything's vulnerable.

Face without a name?

Feels strange, sir.

Finally.

Find the last proxy, we find her.

First responder.

Five minutes later, he's checking stock prices.

Five murders.

Flesh space.

For appearances,

For Lester to scan her frequency.

From another night that you were alone in your apartment.

Fuck.

Generally reload a gun 'cause you fired it.

Generally too smart to go on a killing spree.

Gentlemen...

Get intercepted.

Get phony friends, family, fiancée, profile history.

Ghosts, ciphers...

Girl was a blank slate, no digital footprint.

Go home.

Gone?

Got to hand it to her.

Gotta make that disappear.

Hacker for hire.

Had his latest relapse scrubbed.

Handful of people smart enough to do this.

Hard to erase their memories without erasing them.

Have you seen the autopsy?

He didn't want me like that.

He enters his apartment.

He fucking worked for you.

He had a split second to defend himself.

He hasn't returned my calls.

He lives in my building. My neighbor.

He made it look like I did.

He never laid eyes on you.

He sees what the killer sees.

He would have been ten.

He's a freelance contractor. He should be safe.

He's fucking dead.

He's gone.

He's looking at himself.

Hello, Sal Frieland, Detective First Class.

Help someone get away with murder.

Help!

Her alibi could be fabricated like all of her hacks.

Her not having one, that is?

Her own records.

Here we go.

Here's how it works.

Hey.

Hi, Sal.

Hi.

Hi.

His record's gone.

House arrest.

Housekeeper.

How could I?

How did she get past the protocols?

How do I know that what you just showed me is your actual record?

How do I know you're not lying?

How do I stop it Charlie?

How jealous is your girlfriend?

How long have you not existed?

How the fuck do we stop this bitch?

How was it?

How you disappear.

Hungry?

I am Giguere de Corto.

I believed her.

I call my fiancée.

I can replace the dealer with a hooker.

I can think of a way.

I can.

I can't identify it. It's got no signature.

I can't take the credit.

I can't tell.

I can't.

I care that she doesn't.

I did?

I do.

I don't care

I don't drink.

I don't go out much.

I don't have her record.

I don't know if you can walk that back, Sal.

I don't know if you do, Detective.

I don't know what I'm looking at.

I don't know why.

I don't mean to be rude. I got another customer.

I don't think it's her.

I don't think so.

I don't want to exist as someone else.

I don't want to exist.

I don't want to go back to there. It hurts.

I fell for it.

I fired the gun. I didn't shoot him.

I gave it to all of you.

I go undercover.

I got her fifth proxy.

I have nothing I want you to see.

I haven't done anything.

I know how bad you want to disappear.

I know what they're supposed to be.

I know who you are.

I know...

I led them away.

I left it in the hotel bathroom.

I love those guys who do it blind.

I make it look like I work in a brokerage house.

I never was happy in the big room.

I only saw her for a second.

I really can't.

I saw a ghost.

I see her.

I spoke to her.

I swear to God.

I think that's the definition of blowing my cover.

I told you to take some time, Sal.

I took my eyes off him for a second.

I try to get it back, it's a crime.

I want to get rid of an affair.

I want to.

I was going to ask you the same thing.

I was in the neighborhood, sir.

I wish Lester was here.

I would show you around, but you've already seen the place.

I'll be the bait.

I'll get rid of everything of me in your record

I'll make it look like you were alone in your apartment.

I'll show you what I'm doing.

I'm going to have to remove me from your life, too.

I'm going to take a wild guess that you don't have a permit for that.

I'm good.

I'm in.

I'm keeping his memory alive. What's wrong with that?

I'm not safe anywhere.

I'm only going to look at what you want me to see.

I'm out of here.

I'm scared to sleep.

I'm seeing...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm tired. I've been working... I haven't had a drink for days.

I've got a feeling this girl doesn't network.

I've got to go.

If she can do it remote.

If you want to look back.

If your girl looked back, she'd see that the call isn't there.

If, like you say, she doesn't look back,

Illegal activity that the SEC missed.

In a lot of ways, it's the analog evidence

In my mind, she's murdered herself.

In the last week,

In the shooting of Thomas DeVry.

Inconclusive, says here.

Is not an expression.

Is that what this is?

Is there something else you'd like to do?

It gets better.

It hinders our expansion to sub crime.

It stops.

It sure as hell looks like you did.

It was perfect.

It would go by without you knowing.

It's a construction manipulated, made up. It's fake.

It's all the media you consume I got to fix.

It's become a priority for us.

It's been elongated too, but...

It's different now.

It's her.

It's his fucking birthday.

It's just really fucking hard.

It's kind of hard to hear with the music playing in his head, but...

It's my son.

It's not like him.

It's not that I have something to hide...

It's not that you don't like to look back, you can't.

It's not the murders.

It's only been three days.

It's possible.

It's simple.

It's there for anyone to see if you know where to look.

It's Thomas.

It's what he was doing an hour earlier that concerns me,

It's what you said.

Jam your transmitter.

James Cray.

Jesper Nix, a stupid money leading art dealer.

Jesus.

Jordan Nees, has edits too.

Just 'cause she doesn't use the recog, doesn't stop us.

Just like that?

Just now.

Just us and her in the house now?

Killer's POV.

Known forger, priors.

Kristen.

KRYSTAL 23, Escort

Last night, she got deleted from my history.

Last night, when I was chasing her...

Last visitor was of the female persuasion.

Leave it alone.

Lesbian couple.

Lester.

Lester's got to be in on it.

Let me know if our agoraphobe goes out on the town.

Let the press gossip. Officially, it's a suicide.

Let's discuss a plea agreement.

Let's go somewhere we won't be disturbed.

Like her.

Like me?

Like you.

Lives in the Ether.

Look and you are dead.

Look at me.

Look at the metadata time of death.

Look away.

Look, please, just send me a picture. Anything.

Looking through his eyes, I forgot to look through yours.

Loyal customer.

Luckily, there are a few to choose from.

Ma'am, can you describe the visitor?

Make it look like you've been in the brokerage house.

Makes a change from picking up crazies we already know are guilty.

Makes all crime possible.

Makes her living covering up sub crime

Makes too much work for me.

Matches another case.

Matches the perp's.

Max Keener, 45.

Maybe it's not degraded.

Maybe it's unregistered.

Maybe she does have a thing for you.

Meticulous fucking work.

Mind's Eye hijacked.

Mind's Eye's got nothing on it.

Mine are gone.

Mine's gone.

Monday...

Most of all, she erases herself.

Music producer with a history of heroin addiction.

My client cooperated fully with authorities.

My God, exquisite.

My new life's just going to look a little repetitive to anyone who looks back.

My record.

My son, Salvador...

My.

Naturally, I do what any guilty boyfriend does after having sex with a hooker,

Naughty Jesper.

Neither are you.

Neither was out.

Next day, I get scared my girlfriend is going to ask to see my records

Nice job, connecting the dots.

Nix is dead.

No data, nothing.

No easy task.

No idea where she is.

No identifying meta trail.

No name.

No need to do the dealer's side.

No one ever tell you that looks can be deceiving?

No one gets to kiss and tell?

No shit.

No way to warn you without him knowing.

No wonder you hired a hooker.

No!

No!

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No. No, you found me.

Non violent white collar so called "victimless crime."

None of the people in the street

Not 'til the end.

Not detected automatically. Secrets, affairs,

Not fucking drunk.

Not her type, I guess.

Not just me.

Not just the identity theft to hack the man's eye,

Not only can they get into the house,

Not to me. It's an optical illusion.

Not without giving away who you really are.

Nothing more.

Now just a black hole.

Now you understand.

Now, I'm thinking that someone got into my life record and erased her.

Of course I'm fucking seeing things. That's the whole point.

Of course, we rule out applicants who don't match the description.

Of course. Did you?

Oh, I see.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, sorry to disappoint you, Charlie.

Oh, that's right. She didn't fuck you.

Oh, yeah.

Okay.

On their way.

Once I look legit, I do something the new me wants to erase.

Once in a lifetime chance.

One of us is being shy.

One second.

One...

Only way to find him was to let him find you.

Only way to locate her record is when she's active in the Ether.

Or break the law.

Or maybe it's degraded.

Or not seeing.

Or nothing at all.

Or that's what it looks like.

Or the system doesn't work.

Or what happened four hours later

Or you're never going to see me again.

Other anomalies with this footage...

Outside world.

Over a record in real time...

Over infinity.

Paintings?

Part of the planet that's not cyberspace.

People think it's a mistake.

Placing a moving image...

Please stop. He's gone.

Please, don't.

Please, kill me.

Please, kill me.

Please, stop now.

Please.

Principled serial killer.

Problem is you called your girlfriend after the hooker left.

Proves nothing.

Proxies hackers used to hide.

Put the gun down, Sal.

Random strangers.

Real one could have killed me.

Really.

Reinforcements.

Remember cash?

Replaces it with Jesper acting like he's discovered these priceless works of art.

Sal, Cyrus Frear.

Sal, he's gone.

Sal?

Sal?

Sal?

Sal?

Sal.

Sal.

Same dark Ether bulletin boards used by the other victims.

Same deal.

Same M.O.?

See ya next time.

Seeing too many.

Seems like every customer she takes to bed ends up DOA.

Send her back to me.

Send me your memories of Salvador.

Setting up appointments to sell the fakes.

She broke the links.

She can see past our metadata, so I don't want a cop within a mile of me.

She changes what I see.

She doesn't want a lot of back and forth communication, leave a trail,

She got her wish.

She keeps jacking my eye.

She logged out already.

She makes me watch it over and over again.

She matches the description of the last person to see Nees alive.

She might be. Trace markers are unregistered, but match.

She might go for it.

She must have built an algorithm.

She really is analog.

She said something.

She said, "I only look at what you want me to see."

She saw past our wall.

She showed me her record when Lester was killed.

She was downstairs.

She won't leave me alone.

She'll come to me.

She's a master editor who cuts together a believable alibi

She's a mess.

She's back in her room.

She's careful where she looks.

She's getting rid of Jesper's meeting with the forger.

She's in the Ether.

She's logging into a record.

She's not there when the shot's fired.

She's not your wife anymore.

She's playing you, Sal.

She's trying to fuck with me. She wants me off the case.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shooter has no signature.

Shot between the eyes.

Show me the last ten minutes of your record.

Show me the maid.

Show me what you were watching right now

Show me, Sal.

Significant enough in their life to warrant a proper cover up.

Since we can't communicate without blowing my cover,

Sir.

Sitting in a police precinct with the commissioner of police.

Slug from your nine millimeter found in the wall...

So business is good.

So he wouldn't lose his job.

So I try to contact our hacker.

So no one else could have me either.

So strange to look at you and see nothing.

So we found you.

So what are we looking at, Lester?

Sol Grayson?

Someone is killing my customers, trying to make it look like it's me.

Someone made it look like I did it.

Sorry, Mr. Kenik. This is a homicide case.

Sounds reasonable.

Start a new chain.

Started erasing. I didn't stop until I was gone.

Stay where you are.

Still spending money like I got it.

Stopped taking calls from the commissioner.

Suggests she might have been intimate with her victims.

Sure you're not seeing things?

Surveillance around the clock.

Take a look how it ends.

Take some time.

Taking a life, that's not important.

Tech specialist, CT unit.

Technically, it's a duplication.

Ten other people in the street that day now have edits in their record.

Ten.

Thank you.

Thanks.

That I can erase?

That is, unless you cross me.

That the girl you want gone?

That was the beginning.

That.

That's harder to track down and destroy.

That's one hell of a rat.

That's the problem, that nothing proves anything.

That's what you do.

The algorithm is brilliant.

The algorithm.

The big room?

The chain of proxies?

The girl likes big shots.

The girl?

The hypothetical... isn't.

The integrity of the system is compromised.

The integrity?

The killers hacks into Cray's Mind's Eye.

The last one in the chain.

The last one's anonymous.

The memory's not going anywhere.

The moment I saw her...

The moments they looked at her...

The more you try to hide, the more attention you attract.

The stairs...

The stretch.

The thing is, sir, the perp's POV...

The victim's alone when he's killed.

The victims no longer exist.

The women had themselves removed from each other's lives.

Then don't.

Then there's this.

There was just something about that woman that annoyed the fuck out of me.

There was no way to know he wasn't reaching for a gun.

There was nothing in the victim's background

There was something else in the reflection.

There's a fuck of a lot of commercial interests at work here.

There's no evidence that it's fraudulent.

They could be watching through our eyes right now. Yours, mine.

They covered their tracks, no evidence of the meeting.

They do a surveillance search?

They do.

They hired me to lead them to you.

They just posted from the crime scene.

They look normal.

They say it's for our safety.

They thought it was an anomaly, but now they want to reopen the case.

They try to look, I try not to be seen.

They, like her, anonymize themselves and others.

They're gonna see the joins unless I'm here 'til next week.

They're moving the furniture around.

This case...

This footage has been rock and rolled. To stretch it...

This is a nightmare.

This is very good, so...

This isn't an isolated case.

This level of anonymizing

This, tonight.

Thomas DeVry.

Thought it might be something in the Ether, but nothing else is missing.

Thought maybe it was a glitch, ran her again, nothing.

Time of the murders.

Timeline ends at 1810 and 24 seconds.

To hide himself.

To replace the unwanted act in the record.

To respect your privacy,

To suggest he had the ability to launder his own record, so...

Tomorrow's his birthday.

Too many other people.

Try to make it half as good as hers.

Turn around.

Twelve proxies.

Twenty five?

Two galleries on the Upper East Side.

Two.

Unless the gifted mind is a sick one.

Unless you're looking for it, you would never see it.

Up until the last time you looked at me.

Waiting for a special occasion.

Wants to be paid in the only currency that can't be hacked. Cash.

Warrant for Detective Frieland.

Watching you.

Way above our pay grade.

We actually got ourselves a whodunit.

We analyzed the victim's record.

We believe there's a ring of individuals

We can hack this out, like it didn't happen.

We can.

We can't assume everything is counterfeit.

We can't control what we can't see.

We can't go back in her record until we trace her chain of proxies.

We close our eyes to pray, cry, kiss, dream...

We do what every one of the victims did before they were killed.

We don't have a name, a face...

We don't have to worry about that anymore, sir.

We got exactly nothing.

We got her.

We got to find out how she does it and...

We have to believe our eyes

We hire her.

We know her M.O.

We know where they are, we're invisible.

We lost her.

We need the first proxy in the new chain.

We put a patch over it.

We rely on transparency.

We require persistent identity.

We stay back, so she's not spooked.

We still don't have her location.

We trace her chain of proxies to her record of the killings.

We use a signal.

We watch, they don't watch us.

We watched her all night.

We were never meant to meet.

We'll see he spends too long on several pages in the book.

We're getting reports daily.

We're hiring more hackers.

We're in.

We're leaving.

We're starting to get a picture of our hacker

We're together.

We're watching you.

Well someone else came in. It didn't just walk out on its own.

Well, now you can both look through mine.

Well, where is she now?

Well?

Went to bed earlier than I did.

What about people with memories of you?

What can I do for you, Sol Grayson, stockbroker?

What do you do?

What do you want in its place to fill the timeline?

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

What else are we going to do?

What happened?

What happens now?

What have you done?

What if she looks back and see it's gone?

What is this?

What part of "suspended" do you not understand?

What she's doing right now.

What the fuck is happening?

What were you watching?

What you look for every day of your life.

What, is that it?

What?

What's happened? Nix sell one of his paintings?

What's happening?

What's he doing?

What's the world coming to when murderers won't tell us who they are?

What's to say she doesn't go into your record

When do we know who shot him?

When she does show, all we've got to do is get her close enough

When she sold the bracelet to pay rent.

When you all hacked my eye, everyone was looking at me.

When you make the patch...

Where are you?

Where is everyone?

Where is she?

Where'd she go?

Which later disappears from my record. And it doesn't end there.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who could hack a human being?

Who doesn't exist?

Who else is here?

Who is he?

Who is she?

Who may or may not know each other.

Whole lot of nothing.

Whose eyes is she looking through?

Why are you doing this to me?

Why bother to meet the client?

Why did you make it look like it was me?

Why didn't she kill you?

Why don't I feel safe?

Why else?

Why haven't you done it?

Why is it so important that nobody knows you?

Why not use an alias?

Why you'll never understand.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why? What for?

Why'd you do that?

Why'd you do this?

Wish I could.

Wish she'd look out a window.

With what actually happened to the market on the day.

With what? We don't have a face anymore.

Won't do you any good. I can see what you see.

Worse things in the world?

Wouldn't be the first.

Yeah, I think it's fucked up.

Yeah, of course we are.

Yeah, she's also got a thing for blowing people's brains out.