Synopsis: A hard-working lawyer, attached to his cell phone, can't find the time to communicate with his family. A couple is drawn into a dangerous situation when their secrets are exposed online. A widowed ex-cop struggles to raise a mischievous son who cyber-bullies a classmate. An ambitious journalist sees a career-making story in a teen that performs on an adult-only site. They are strangers, neighbors and colleagues and their stories collide in this riveting dramatic thriller about ordinary people struggling to connect in today's wired world.
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Director(s): Henry Alex Rubin
Production: LD Entertainment
Rotten Tomatoes:
115 min


Hey, where you been?

Just getting the mail.

- What's for dinner?

- Champagne and caviar.

BOY 1:
Oh, shit,

what'd I get?

This is you in the middle.

BOY 2:
What are those,

new kicks?

Yeah, I think so.

- BOY 1:
Yo, 10 minutes, Call of Duty.

- You're on.

- BOY 1:
It's on, bitch.

- Hey, Kyle.

Look what some creep sent me.

What's going on, Princess?

This is you.

What's up, kid?

That's you.

Kinda feel like stilettos.


Seriously, Kyle?

I'm in the middle of a show right now.

I'm sorry. I'm just bringing your stuff.

I went to the post office

for you, come on.

That's sick.

All right, who wants to go

private tonight, huh?

Come on, guys.

Keep me entertained.

Just tell me what you're into

and we can go private.

Ball gags.

Yes, Sassy, I'm 18 years old.

Is this your first time

going private?

Whatever you're

in the mood for.

You like my diamond, huh?

Come on, Sassy.

What are you, some sort of chick?


I love chicks.

No, I have, actually,

I have lots of hot mommies and daddies.

Did you see my wish list?

That's how you can reward me.

Very clever.

You ask a lot

of questions, girl.

Come on, baby,

what do you want?

What do you want me to do, huh?

Do you want me to jack off for you?

Is that it?

Oh, my God.

You want me to touch myself?

What are you in the mood for?

So you don't.

You don't wanna

see me jack off

or play with these toys

or anything?

You really just wanna...

You just wanna chat.


Fucking muscle heads.

- All the veins popping out of his biceps.

- Dude!

- Yeah, but did you see...

- That was good, man.

This is awesome.

So fucked up, man.

Here he goes.

He's gonna get it.

He's gonna get it.

- That's ours!

- It's ours? It's ours.

- Can I help you? You sure?

- Yeah.

(LAUGHING) Oh, my God!


The f*ck you looking at?


Don't do this at home

'cause it's really, really dangerous.

And really, really stupid.


Is that real?

That's nuts!

This is a job, man. I put you in charge

of these stores and nothing's happening.

Do you have any

kind of answer for me?

I'm really tired

of this shit, man.


Dr. Borland.



Well, we can try again

our next cycle, right?

Thanks, Doctor.


So, um...

Dr. Borland said

we could try again.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Can we talk about that

a little later?

- I'm just running a little late.

- Yeah.


You'd be crazy

not to go for this Internet story.

You gotta remind me again.

Kid. Online.

Chat room.

I know. Look, I don't get it.

He sits there all day?

No. No.

He goes private with people.

He's a bright kid.

He's probably trapped.

One minute. Nina, it just sounds so dark.

It's more of a feature than what you're used to.

That's what I'm...

- Thank you.

- I'm just...

Look. There are thousands

of kids like this.


I really think this

could be powerful, you know?

It's got sex, it's got heart.

Just let me try,

and I will not complain

about sitting behind

this desk 24/7

writing those fluff pieces you give me.

Yes, you will.

All right.

Dude, I found him. Ben Boyd.

Says he's in 10th grade

at our school.

He's in our grade?

- Yeah.

"Music is my passion.

Everything from Sigur Rs to Radiohead."

What the hell is Sigur Rs?

Who knows? What do we write?

Okay. Write...

"Hi, Ben, my name's Jessica.

I go to Ridgewood."

"Sigur Rs is my fave."

Say something about his song.

Okay. Um...

- "I loved your song on your page."

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