All language subtitles for CSI Cyber S01E12 Bit by Bit

My name is Avery Ryan.

I was a victim of cyber crime.

Like you, I posted
on social media,

checked my bank account
balance online,

even kept
the confidential files

of my psychological practice
on my computer.

Then I was hacked,
and as a result,

one of my patients
was murdered.

My investigation into her death
led me to the FBI,

where I joined a team
of cyber experts

to wage a war against
a new breed of criminal

hiding on the Deep Web...

infiltrating our daily lives
in ways we never imagined...

...faceless...

nameless...

lurking inside our devices,

just a keystroke away.

(panting)

Danny...

RYAN:
It's all right. It's...

Come... come join me
and your brother.

REPORTER:
Good evening, Detroit.

This is your eye in the sky.

It appears a portion
of the downtown area

is experiencing a power outage.

REPORTER 2:
Traffic in the area is
at an absolute standstill.

REPORTER 3:
Police are on the scene
to manage any outbreaks

of violence or looting.

However, thus far
only a handful

of minor incidents
have been reported.

I've got
25 blocks

of downtown Detroit in the dark.

Backup systems
are completely unresponsive.

You guys sure this is
a case for the FBI?

We're FBI Cyber, this is
exactly our kind of case.

From what we can tell, you're
experiencing a cyber intrusion.

Your power grid's
been hacked.

REPORTER:
We just got an update
from Detroit River Electric,

and they're still working
on the power outage

in the downtown area.

Uh...

The smart grid allows
for complete control

of the city's entire power
supply from this room.

Right now,
someone else is in control.

RAMIREZ:
SCADA systems like this
should be impenetrable.

But someone remotely hacked in,

then locked out
every computer here

by erasing the startup disk.

Even if you two successfully

recover the disk
and reboot the system

you'll still have
to counter-hack the target

to get the power back on.

Yeah, we're halfway
there already.

RAMIREZ:
The odd thing
about all this

is the blackout affects
only 25 blocks.

When I hacked
the New Hampshire grid,

I took out the whole state.

Oh, so we bragging now?

RYAN:
No, no.

Raven's asking
the right question.

Why limit this power outage
to such a focused area?

A hacker's objective
is usually

to affect as many
people as possible.

This was a precision attack.

There will be another phase
to this outage.

He's using the SCADA attack
as camouflage.

The faster we get
those lights on,

the sooner we will uncover

what our target's
true intensions are.

NELSON:
Really?

The whole state
of New Hampshire, huh?

(laughs)

I wanted a three-day weekend.

(chuckles)

Hey, by the way...
Yo.

...happy two-month
anniversary.

We dating?

No, stupid.

Two months

at the Cyber Crime Division.

You're officially

in the family.

Don't mess up.

I want you to stick around.

Got a live feed to the Emergency
Operation Bureau's incident map.

The blackout is affecting
the central hub of the city,

both the government and
the financial districts.

Our target could be looking
to hit the federal building,

district court,
city jail,

baseball stadium,
three banks

or countless privately
owned businesses.

Power outage is a great way
to disable security alarms.

There are several incidents
of traffic gridlock.

Whatever our hacker's doing,

he's gonna want
to make a getaway.

So let's focus on the buildings

on the fringe of the blacked out
area of the city.

Locations still in the dark

but where the target won't
get caught in the traffic jam

caused by the blackout
while trying to flee.

And let's rule out any area
that borders the rail line.

It's a bad idea
to cross the tracks

and risk getting trapped
behind a closed train crossing.

Hey, guys, we're back online!

We're back in control,

but the lights still aren't on.

Yeah, that's gonna
take a minute.

Our hacker's still active
in the system.

Raven's writing a patch
to seal the intrusion.

Wait a minute.

If he's still active
in the system,

that means he needs to maintain
a live connection

to the power station
for some reason.

Nelson, can you inject malicious
code into Raven's patch?

Infiltrate his laptop
before you boot him off.

Tag him so we can track him.

RYAN:
If he uses that computer again,

we'll know where he is.

We may get a location
and possibly his identity.

I want that power on

and that hacker
in handcuffs.

You got it boss, I'm on it.

(lock clunks)

MAN:
Yeah, Pa,
power's still out.

I'm just gonna
check out the store.

(door clunks)

MAN:
Hey!

Who the hell are you?!

(grunts)

(body thuds to floor)

(alarm ringing)

Police responded
to the security alarm,

found the store owner's son,

Benjamin Christos, shot dead.

Single father, two children.

Was he here when
the power went out,

Detective Dorn?

DORN:
Store wasn't open today.

We figured he came to
protect the property

against possible
looters--

interrupted
the robbery.

It's an auto safe dialer.

It cycles through
every possible combination

till it lands
on the right one.

All the thief
needed was time.

Explains why
the computer maintained

a live connection
to the power grid.

Had to ensure
that the lights

and the alarm systems

stayed off.

Looks like
the power outage

was masking
a jewelry store robbery.

Well, what did they take?

DORN:
From what we can tell,

the thief left empty-handed.

We do know

most of the jewelry's
on consignment.

The Christos
don't own it.

That computer...
It was in the vault
when first responders arrived.

Why lock a computer
in a vault?

Well, there's one way
to find out.

RYAN:
Somebody went to
all this trouble--

they even
killed a man--

to leave with
absolutely nothing?

I'm not buying it.

All right.

No modem installed,
no way to connect

to the Internet.

There's only
one thing on it.

A bitcoin account
with a zero balance.

This wasn't a jewel heist.

This was a bitcoin heist.

WOMAN:
Ben came down

to check on the store.

The blackout...

I should've come with him.

But he talked me out of it.

There was a computer
in the vault.

It's the bitcoin computer.

Benjamin's idea.

I really don't understand it.

But he was
so passionate.

He said bitcoin was
the currency of the future.

Ben was taking over
the family business

and I promised I would
trust his judgment.

But now...

my son was killed
over... over this...

this imaginary currency?

(Tabitha sobs)

Do you know
how many bitcoins you had?

Almost half
a million dollars' worth.

Most of our
retirement.

MUNDO:
In order to access

and steal your bitcoin,

the thief would have needed
the passkey to your account.

And it was stored
on the computer in the vault.

Who else knew it was there?

Ellis, no.

He wouldn't.

Stephen.

Our oldest son.

He was supposed to take
over the business, but...

Ben had so much more ambition.

Drive.

I-I begged them both
to run it together,

but the boys didn't
see eye to eye.

RYAN:
Thank you both.

We'll be in touch.

Bad blood between brothers.

Half a million dollars
at stake.

And Stephen would have known
that taking the bitcoin

over of the jewelry
was hassle-free.

Transfer it from one
account to another,

it's... well,
almost untraceable.

No serial numbers.

Nothing to fence.

Sounds like we
have to have

a little chat with
Stephen Christos.

When the power came back on,

so did the jewelry store's
security camera.

Is this Stephen?

No.

I have never seen that man
before in my life.

Is this the man
who murdered our son?

Took our grandchildren's
father from them?

Now we have a face.

We just need a name.

So, no luck identifying
our bitcoin thief, huh?

No, sir.

Ran the facial recognition.

Big dead end.

Guy's not in the FBI database.

But the bitcoins have
provided an interesting lead.

The biggest misconception
about bitcoins

is that it's anonymous.

I mean, that's why it's

the preferred currency
of the Deep Web.

It's used to fund
drug deals, hit men,

human trafficking, but it's
not actually that anonymous.

Is this a bitcoin lecture

or did you make
an actually discovery here?

Oh, right. Sorry.

I accessed the block chain,

which is a public ledger that
records every bitcoin spent.

Every cent's accounted for--
where it came from

and where it went.

And each transaction is listed

as a long sequence
of randomized numbers.

Ah.

So you can't tie
it to a person,

but you can tie it
to an account, right?

So, it's like
a stock market transaction.

I mean, you can see
somebody bought

200 shares
of a commodity.

You just don't know who.

Exactly!

But if you know the amount
that you're looking for,

you can find any
bitcoin transaction

that's ever been made.

Even when it's stolen,

there is a record of
the bitcoin movement.

All you need is the amount,

date and time.

So, this is last
night's robbery.

What we're looking at

is our thief's bitcoin account.

1,208 bitcoins.

As of today, worth just shy

of 500,000 U.S. dollars.

Now, of course,
the bitcoin market

fluctuates so dramatically

that this many bitcoins
could very be easily be worth

over a million dollars
in the very near future.

Explains why someone went
to such lengths to steal it.

Mm-hmm.

So, what digital dust can we
follow here to catch our thief?

Well, every bitcoin account
is protected

by a 64-character passkey.

And if you have the passkey,
you can unlock the account.

And whoever has the
passkey to this account

is probably our killer.

Well, that's odd.

Our thief's bitcoin account is
protected by two passkeys.

Typically, it's just the one.

Yeah, it's like
a safe deposit box.

It requires two
keys to open it.

Which might just imply

our bitcoin thief has
an accomplice.

Hey, guys!

The malicious track worked.

I pinpointed the exact location
of the bitcoin thief's computer.

This is Agent Elijah Mundo.

I need a SWAT team
at 5280 Clinton Place.

(tires screech)

MAN: Clear!
MUNDO: Well, there's our thief.

(alarm ringing)
RYAN:
Looks like we're not

the only ones interested
in stolen bitcoins.

* I know you've deceived me,
now here's a surprise *

* I know that you have, 'cause
there's magic in my eyes *

* I can see
for miles and miles *

* I can see for miles
and miles *

* I can see
for miles and miles *

* And miles...

* Oh, yeah.

All right. Thanks, bud.

All right.

Krumitz ran the name we got
off the victim's I.D.

We are looking at the infamous
Brian Kramer.

Apparently he made
a living robbing

large bitcoin accounts he
found on the block chain.

This was his fifth.

Tracked charitable contributions

from bitcoin accounts
to find his targets.

Laceration

of the throat looks like COD.

He bled out, but over here,

it looks like our
victim was sliced open.

And patched up multiple times.

He was tortured.

Closed the wounds
with Super Glue.

Battlefield first aid.

It's commonly used by people
with military training.

Torture the victim
and patch him up.

Keep him live
long enough to talk.

Detroit PD is still trying
to locate Stephen Christos.

Hasn't answered calls
from his family.

We can't wait this out.
Track his cell phone.

Get a GPS location on him.

Okay, got it.

Hard drive's been removed.

Whoever did that to him was

definitely after
the stolen bitcoins.

If they had the hard drive,
why torture him?

'Cause the passkey wasn't
on the hard drive.

Door was barricaded
by the dresser.

Bought our victim a little time.

Long enough for our thief

to take the passkey
out of the computer.

Bad guy breaks through the door.

Tries to access
the bitcoin account, he can't.

Tortures the thief

for the passkey.
Sounds good.

Unfortunately,
it's all speculation.

The answers died
with his laptop.

Not necessarily.

Took the hard drive,
but not the RAM chip.

Still might be a way
to get some answers.

RAM keeps track of the programs

your computer's running
while it's on.

The moment the computer
loses power...

the RAM starts to forget.

Information decays.

Freezing it...

...stops the process.

(laughs)

MUNDO:
Most people don't go to a bar

after they find out

their brother's been murdered
and their family robbed.

I needed a drink, okay?

I would imagine so.

What are you implying?

Why don't you tell us
about these e-mails, Stephen?

We accessed your phone.

You got a call at 6:17
from your mother.

She told you about the break-in

and that your brother
had been murdered.

Even though

your brother was dead,
all you cared about

was the money.

MUNDO:
'Cause the next thing you did

was check the balance

of the store's bitcoin account.

You found it at zero.

I knew those damn bitcoins
were a bad idea.

Unregulated,

uninsurable, I...

tried to warn my parents

and my brother--
I said bitcoins

are too risky.

If they get stolen,
they're gone.

You can't get them back.

But you tried to get them back.

Four hours ago...
you contacted

bounty hunters by e-mail

and negotiated a price to
recover the stolen bitcoins.

Did you really think bitcoin
bounty hunters were the answer

to all your problems?

You'll get the money back,

then... you can take over.

My parents had just lost a son!

And now they were staring
at poverty.

Did they tell you
they used their retirement

to keep the business afloat?

That my brother's bright idea
was to convert

to bitcoin?! No.

I'd imagine they didn't.

After all the years
of hard work,

all they gave up,

the only thing
I could think to do

was get the money back.

For them.

Not me.

Look at that.

You see that?

That's the work
of the men you hired.

Do they look like the kind
of men who give back money?

We need information.

All I have is a Web site.

And I had an e-mail address.

That's it.

They said they would contact me.

These are incredibly
dangerous men, Stephen.

They lurk in the Deep Web.

In a world you can't even
begin to imagine.

They've already killed one man.

You have started something
you can't undo.

KRUMITZ:
Bounty hunters' Web site
and e-mail address

are a wild goose chase.

Well, that's no surprise.

These bounty hunters specialize

in bitcoin retrieval.

They think of themselves
as elites.

They're skilled,
educated, tech-savvy.

So we can't bet on them
making any mistakes.

It gets worse.
Our bitcoin thief

was no bozo, either.

We got the results
from the degraded images

we recovered from
the thief's computer RAM.

This is

a botnet-- a massive group

of maliciously infected
personal computers--

or bots-- from all around the
country harnessed together.

Basically, it's a network
of computers used for evil.

But the people who own
the computers have no idea

that they're part
of an evil empire.

After the computers
are infected, the hacker

has full control over every
single computer on the network.

That's roughly...

20,000?

Unsavory characters,
like our dead thief,

rent out their botnets
to send spam e-mails,

perform DDoS attacks,
mass identity theft.

You know, all that
good illegal stuff.

RYAN:
Can you tell if our thief

connected to the botnet
before the bounty hunters

broke down that motel room door?

What?

What?

What is it, Krumitz?

He sent two separate messages
to two separate computers

somewhere in the botnet.

RYAN:
It must've been the passkeys.

Like a bank robber hiding
his stash until the heat

dies down and he can
recover it and get away.

Are you saying two random
computers-- two in 20,000--

are secretly storing
the passkeys.

And the owners don't know it.

That's not the bad part.

The RAM got us to the botnet.

But it was far
too degraded to tell me

which of these
two people have them.

But the bounty hunters have
the thief's hard drive.

And that means

they know which two people
have the passkeys.

They have the digital
treasure map.

So, two innocent people have
no idea what's coming to them.

And we have no way
of warning them.

Hey, what are you doing
in my house?!

(grunting)

Hey!

(groans)

You get what we came for?

Yeah, I got the passkey.

One more passkey and
we're a half mil richer.

(phone rings)

You got Krumitz.

Hold on, Krummy,
let me transfer you to CTOC.

MAN:
This came for you, Nelson.

What's this?

Don't know.
A judge won't typically hand out

a warrant on the evidence
we have.

The RAM was too degraded.

But I pleaded my case and
got us into the server farm

housing the botnet's
command and control server.

I got Krumitz on the big screen.

So, tell me we have names.

Performing
a live acquisition now.

We are seconds away from having
the same information

the bounty hunters do.

The server has a record
of every interaction

the thieves made
with the botnet.

If we don't catch

our targets before they get
those passkeys,

the Christos' savings
will be gone forever.

Every cent they have.

Every minute counts, and
we're behind already.

Something's wrong here.

Uh, hold on.

What is it, Daniel?

(groans)

NELSON:
He's been disconnected.

I need a win off
that server, Krumitz.

The drive's
completely corrupted.

From the look of it,
someone did this deliberately.

The bounty hunters are covering
their tracks. Damn it.

Deleted is recoverable,
but the drive

is being overwritten;
everything is gone.

RAMIREZ:
I've been monitoring

Stephen Christos'
e-mail activity.

Bounty hunters

just sent a new message.

Due to unforeseen complications,

they're upping their price.

Unforeseen complications.

That what they're calling murder
these days?

RAMIREZ:
They made a mistake.

The computer they sent
this e-mail from

had a parental control program
designed to go unnoticed.

Bounty hunters would have no way
of knowing it was there.

Parental controls are installed

so parents can monitor
their children on the Internet.

It tags everything coming in
and going out.

Simon, if there's
parental controls,

it means there's children there.

Yeah, I hear you.

Yes! Parental controls
came through.

Just got a physical address
on the bounty hunters.

Okay, I'll notify
the local authorities

to move on the location
cautiously.

Meanwhile,
let's get you on a plane.

(indistinct radio transmission)

MAN:
Normally I don't get home
from work this early.

I'm just glad
my son wasn't home.

Edward Gaines, found in
a bathtub bound and gagged.

He suffered a laceration

and a concussion.

If the blow to the head
hadn't knocked him out,

a bullet would've been next.

Raven's pulling
traffic cam footage

looking for faces based
on Edward's description.

Did our targets get
what they came for?

Yep.

The e-mail that
Stephen Christos got

was sent from this computer.

The bounty hunters now have
the first passkey.

Well, they're halfway
to their goal,

and we're stuck at
the starting line.

(sighs)
So what's our play?

Do you remember how I fought
so hard to bring in Tobin?

Yeah, the cyber division needed
someone who could work the cases

like a hacker, work the
cases from the inside.

We're gonna use
that same tactic.

We're gonna work this case
from the inside.

(chuckles)

Mom and Pop.

The mystery box?

Yeah, uh, (chuckles)

they gave me
all my devices back.

From your arrest?
Yep.

Look at you, probie no more.

(chuckles)

God, it took me six months
to get off my probation.

Hmm.

Who do you know?
Yeah, you know...

We need to get
inside that botnet.

Avery, the system is fried.

Yes, but the botnet
still exists.

So you're thinking

we should join the botnet?

RAMIREZ: Well, we can take
the botnet's malicious code

off Mr. Gaines' laptop

and infect one of ours
and we're in.

Then we'll know

what the bounty hunters know,

and we'll have a chance
to get one step ahead.

First time I ever wanted
a computer virus.

RAMIREZ:
I know what you mean.

KRUMITZ:
Let's see what we got.

All right, we're in.

Okay, now that you're connected
to the botnet,

you should be able to break in
and send it commands.

(chuckles) What?

You don't think I pay attention

when you guys geek out
with code speak?

KRUMITZ:
I never thought that.

All right, Avery.
Ping this entire network.

We are looking
for the two computers

that have those passkeys.

KRUMITZ:
Okay, the D.C. I.P. address

is Mr. Gaines' laptop
right here on this desk.

The bounty hunters already took
the passkey off that one,

but the other one...
RAMIREZ:
Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Mm-hmm.
Hey.

All right.
Whoa, too slow.

KRUMITZ:
Yeah.

(laughter)

Hang on.

Nelson, this is a win;
this is when we celebrate

and high-five our bosses.

No, no, check out
that I.P. address.

It's not static; it's dynamic.

Every time a computer
with a dynamic I.P. turns on,

it gets assigned

a new I.P. address randomly

from its
Internet service provider,

but when it turns off,
the I.P. address

will be randomly reassigned
to a different device.

The bounty hunters are
still using

the I.P. address they recovered
from that hard drive.

There you go.

The second passkey's
in Albuquerque,

but the bounty hunters
don't know that.

They're going
to the wrong location.

Okay, I'll contact
the service provider,

figure out the I.P. address
our bounty hunters are chasing,

find out where they're headed.

Work quickly.

They retrieved
that first passkey.

They still brutally beat
Edward Gaines.

If they come up empty at
this next location,

who knows what they'll do.

Krumitz has plotted
the bounty hunters'

final destination.

Denver, Colorado.

So there's gonna be a
plane waiting for you

and your team on the tarmac.

Hey, just got back the results
on the footage

from the traffic cameras
near Edward Gaines' house,

and I have security footage
from around the motel

in Detroit where we found
our bitcoin thief.

Cross-referenced
every face we found,

looking for anyone in both
cities in the past 24 hours.

I.D.'d two men
traveling together.

Jeremy and Henry Spitz,
brothers, ex-military,

both dishonorably
discharged, a long history

of violent behavior
resulting in arrests.

They fit the profile
of our bounty hunters.

We need to expect unpredictable
explosive behavior.

All right.
Put out a BOLO on the pair

and inform the TSA.
If they're grounded,

they're gonna be forced
to drive to Denver.

That's gonna buy us some time.

I'll take Raven to Albuquerque,

and you're gonna need to find
that final bitcoin passkey.

Let's set this trap.

Hello, I'm Special Agent
Avery Ryan.

I'm running this operation.

Is everybody out of the house?

Yes, our son's staying

the night at a friend's.

Hopefully this will
all be over by morning.

NELSON:
This comes to an end here!

(grunting)

This is our Appomattox.

Appomattox, really?

You're really gonna
compare this

to the battle that ended
the Civil War?

(grunting)
Yeah, why not?

You have any idea how many men
died in that battle?

Appomattox.
Step up your game, man.

A dynamic what?
It's your I.P. address.

If this is just
about my computer,

I don't see why I have
to leave my home.

Again, ma'am, this is an
ongoing investigation.

I have told you
as much as I can.

Now I would like to move you
into protective custody

till we resolve all this.

What's she doing
on my computer anyway?

Removing something
worth killing for.

Got the passkey.

Sending it to the boys now.

Well, that smile must mean
we're on schedule.

Just got the final passkey
from Raven.

Krumitz is finishing up inside.

We're good to go.

I know we're right in the middle
of something, but, uh,

I just wanted to say thanks

for getting me off probation.

And giving me
all my devices back.

They mean a lot to me.

Got my tablet back today.

You know, I had all
my photos in there

and my family stuff.

It was good to see
my parents again.

I haven't seen them
since the trial.

It's complicated.

Well, Sifter and I spoke
to the judge.

She agreed to lift
your probation.

Wow, that's-that's crazy.

I didn't,
I didn't even know he liked me.

(chuckling):
No, he-he doesn't.

We all set?

Oh, yeah. We embedded
a decoy passkey

on the computer in the home,

one infected
with our own malicious code.

So when the bounty hunters try
to use that passkey,

it'll infect their computer

and we'll have complete
control over it.

Well, they're reckless
and greedy.

They'll want
immediate gratification.

We won't have to wait long.

All right, but when
they plug in,

we'll be able to steal
the first passkey back.

Not just steal it.

We have to prove
it was on their computer.

That passkey is the only thing
that links those men

to the murder
and the home invasion.

It's what's gonna give us
a conviction.

Don't worry. We'll be screen-
capturing the entire session.

(Nelson groans)

We lost the connection to
the Schaeffers' computer.

He'll get it back online.

(groans)

Krumitz, what the hell
are you doing?

RYAN:
Krumitz left his radio.

We're having technical issues.
Avery, we just got word.

SWAT's reporting
a suspicious looking SUV

that just entered
the neighborhood.

How long?

Two minutes at most.

Bring up
the home security cameras.

I need eyes on the perimeter.

We got it.

(groans)

NELSON:
We got a problem, Elijah.

Danny, it's okay.

Just come stand by me
and your brother.

We'll do
anything you ask.

Please, just don't...

don't hurt my family.

Just take what you want.

No one's stopping you;
we're the only ones here.

Check the back,
make sure we're alone.

(whispering):
How'd he get here?

(whispering): He came for a
video game for his sleepover.

Where's my mom and dad?

It's okay, Jeffrey.

Just do what
I tell you.

JEREMY:
All clear.

You.
Me?

You got a computer in here
somewhere-- take me to it.

Danny, do what the
man tells you to do.

Listen to your mother.

She'll get you
out of this alive.

It's, uh,
it's upstairs.

Move.

Have your men hold.

I got two FBI agents
and an innocent in there.

We storm the house at the wrong
time, somebody will get killed.

How the hell did
that kid get in there?

Avery just spotted him
coming in the back door

through the security camera.

I need more men in the back--
there's a hole in that fence.

Fill it now.

How we doing on your end?

Trap's set--
those guys take the bait,

we'll have them dead to rights.

Jail for life, and some.

Um, we've got a volatile
situation in there, Nelson.

We can't wait long.

HENRY:
Sit.

Okay, you got it, but do
you mind lowering your gun?

Open the
system's folder.

Just give me a minute--
I-I'm not good with computers.

Uh, here, here?

Open it.

Now utilities.

Here?

You see two, you moron?

NELSON: This is not good, man,
we're in trouble.

Look, this guy's gonna go ahead
and miss the decoy file.

He has Krumitz looking
in the wrong place.

Nelson, these guys have
short tempers.

Failure is not an option.

Okay, look, uh...

I have an idea.

Open that folder
there, "Installers."

(groans)

(keyboard clacking)

Uh...

You clicked the wrong folder,
you idiot.

(sighs)
Yes.

No, I didn't. No, I didn't.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, is that it?

Is that it?
Is that it?

HENRY:
That's it.

Good.

Load it on this.

These men'll be leaving
soon, honey.

This will all
be over, I promise.

I said no talking.

Of course.

I apologize.

My son needs to go
to the restroom.

Yeah, well...

he can hold it.

And shut up.

Get over there.

It's about time, man--
did you get it?

I got it, calm down.

JEREMY:
This is taking too long, bro.

We got to get out of here.

Wait a second.

It's payday.

I'm in.

I'm gonna go ahead
and deactivate

these fools' Internet.
It's gonna buy me

some time to find a passkey

before they discover
we slipped them a decoy.

Things are getting tense
in there, Nelson,

we can't wait long.
I'm trying-- I know, I know.

What the hell
is taking so long?

Damn signal.

What?

Wi-Fi isn't working--
give me a sec.

Running a diagnostic.

Now what?

We got an intrusion.

Son of a...

(Jeffrey whimpers)

Shut that kid up
and start talking.

We're running
out of time, Nelson.

I know, I know.

Look, just-just wait, okay?

Can't wait any longer.

JEREMY:
I knew it.

There's no way
these two are family.

Look at that picture.

That's the kid,
all right.

But who the hell are these two?

HENRY: Something
ain't right here.

Talk.

Or die.

FBI!

Get down.

Down on the ground! FBI!
Drop it now!

Your hands where I can see them!

Don't move!

Everybody okay?

You okay?

Yeah.

Clear!

He'll live.

MAN:
Entry clear!

Encrypted.

We'll never get in.

Did Nelson get the file?

I don't know--
couldn't wait.

Nelson.

Did you get
the passkey?

Repeat-- did you
get the passkey?

Oh, yeah, we got it.

Those fools are going down.

Okay.

Bitcoins are back
in your account.

Though you should
change your passkey.

I won't need to.

Getting out
of the bitcoin business.

In fact,
we're selling the store.

It's time.

Thank you.

(door closes)

Pop.

I'm sorry.

ELLIS: Promise me you'll
stay close to home.

STEPHEN:
Always.

You ever get sleep?

You have any idea how much
paperwork is required

after you discharge a
government-issued firearm?

You know, I heard you handled
yourself pretty well.

Came face-to-face
with an armed killer,

heard you took him down,
no hesitation.

Come on, man,
you got some skills.

Standard FBI training.

(mocking):
"Standard FBI training."

No, n-n-no.

You?

You are
the real deal, bro.

Well, I did what
I had to do.

You know, a man with
a gun in your face,

kid in the room,

bad guy's got
to go down.

Even if it was
only a flesh wound.

I mean, really, it's just
instinct at that point.

You know, training takes
over, muscle memory kicks in.

And when that guy
made a move on me,

his gun taking aim,

bayonet inches
from this face...

Whose bayonet?

...I could smell
the gunpowder residue.

Appomattox, Nelson.

Appomattox.

Hey.
Yo.

All I knew was--
it was on.

Him or me.

And it wasn't gonna
be me.

That's right, baby.

That's why you here.

(grunts)

Daniel Krumitz
coming through.

Hey.

* Sweetly touching my emotions

* I wanna stop

(Nelson grunts)

* And thank you, baby

* I just wanna stop

* And thank you, baby

(imitates music)

RYAN AND NELSON:
* How sweet it is

* To be loved by you...

No, you didn't.

Yes, I did.

(chuckles)

You know, uh...

it's my mother's
favorite song.

Me and my pops used
to sing it to her

every year on
her birthday.

Call your parents,
Brody Nelson.

(sighs)
Can't.

It's just not
the same anymore.

I embarrassed them,
went to jail.

Just not the son they
thought they raised.

Call them anyway.

Why do I get the feeling
that giving my stuff back

is a part of one of
your master plans

that Elijah's always
talking about?

I don't know.

(scoffs)

RYAN: * How sweet it is
to be loved by you. *

(dialing)

(line ringing)

MAN:
Hello.

Hey, Dad?

Hey, it's Brody.

Yeah, no, it-it's me,
Pop, it's me.

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