They just watched. Together.
"These are all… free?" Leo asked, horrified. "Where are the ads?"
"Are you insane?" Mark shouted. "We could get fined! We could lose our internet! That’s piracy !"
They watched The Princess Bride first. The picture flickered. A shadow of a person walked across the bottom of the screen for two seconds—someone who had snuck into a theater in 1987 to record it. Leo was mesmerized. Not by the quality, but by the ghost . He could feel the pirate holding the camera.