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Agent Rupert Flemming!

How are things
across the pond? I--

No! God no! No!

Please!
Rupert?

Please no! No! No!
Rupert...

Rupert?

Rupert? Rupert?

I'm sorry, Agent Flemming can't
come to the phone right now.

Who is this?!
What the hell's going on?!

Rupert?!

Who is this?
He's a little busy dying,

Agent Ryan.

But I have a message for you.

Stop chasing me or more agents

will follow
your dear friend Rupert

into the afterlife.

No!

No!

No! No--

Get me Miguel Vega, Interpol.

Avery, it seems
congratulations are in order.

I've heard you've been promoted.

Barcelona, why?

Rupert?

I'm on the next flight.

Demolition power drill.

21-inch bit, 1,500 RPMs.

Cuts through
pretty much anything--

metal, concrete,

flesh and bone.

Grisly torture,
violent execution.

This was Python.

Yeah, I thought hackers stayed
behind their computer.

Python's different--
he's one of the most violent

cyber drug dealer
we've ever encountered.

He's got no problem
hopping into the real world

to kill whoever
stands in his way.

But an Interpol agent--
that's kind of risky, isn't it?

Rupert must've
stumbled upon something

Python really
didn't want getting out.

Something worth
killing an agent to protect.

Miguel, what was
Rupert even doing here?

He was meeting
an informant.

I didn't know it
was about Python.

Rupert swore he was gonna be
the agent that took him down.

You actually spoke to Python?

You heard the bastard's voice
on the phone?

Yeah.

When my phone rang,
I thought it was Rupert.

Stop chasing me!

I haven't told
his wife Diana yet.

I have...

no idea what to say.

Call her, Miguel.

Better she hear it from you.

Not... the news

or some stranger
in the Bureau.

Yeah.

You know, a year ago,
Rupert saved my life.

And I'm ashamed I couldn't
do the same for him.

There's no way you could've.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna call her.

Serial number's filed off.

That's Python's M.O.

Removes the serial number
from any gun he uses.

And leaves it
at the scene of the crime.

It's how he
gets away every time.

So if he's done this before,
you must have those other guns?

Yep, six.

One from each of Python's
previous murders.

All in an FBI evidence locker.

All the serial numbers
filed off.

Yeah, I'd like to take
a look at those.

Can we make that happen?

Rupert Flemming
was meeting with someone,

so I had Interpol

send an image of his laptop.

I've been through it twice

trying to find communication

with an anonymous
New York informant.

I found nothing.

And just like
Rupert's cell phone,

no sign of intrusion.

Well, if Python didn't
hack Rupert's devices,

how'd he know he was
in New York?

Python's skills
are legendary.

Is it possible
he hacked Interpol?

That's what I was thinking.

So I had Interpol send a scan

of their network.

They looked for artifacts

of known vulnerabilities,
found nothing,

and then they analyzed
all the employee devices,

and still didn't find
a single intrusion.

I have no idea how Python
knew about Rupert's meeting.

Found out somehow.

We figure that out, maybe we
can use that to track him down.

What would D.B. say?

I don't know,
some story about

terrifying bacteria he found?

But he'd also tell us
that if we can't

find a lead in the evidence,

we have to look
for what's missing.

A void.

Interpol sends data
over fiber optic cable.

Let's take a look
at the power output.

Wait, Raven,
look at that.

What do you see three days ago?

I see a slight dip

in the optical network
light output.

Exactly.

That's what's missing.

Light-- that's what's missing?

Yes!

Fiber optic cables
run underneath the ocean

from Europe to the U.S.

They carry data over long
distances at light speed.

The same amount of light
that goes in one end,

always comes out the other.

Except three days ago.

Python must've put a tap

on Interpol's dedicated
fiber optic line,

connecting its U.S. offices
to European HQ...

and started to steal data.

This was fiber tapping.

Flash Boys,
Wall Street.

Direct line,
faster trades.

Hey, Krumitz, you're not
even completing sentences here.

Okay, try this.

Is this your soda?

Yes it is.

If I punch a hole...

Okay, it's going to leak,

so I will get less.
Exactly.

It's the same thing
with the fiber optic cable.

Python tapped it;
punched a hole.

So only a portion of their
light-carrying data

made it from Europe
to America.

Hmm.

So the hack went unnoticed

by Interpol for 72 hours.

I think I can find where the
fiber optic line is leaking

if I measure the travel time of
the information before it dips.

That'll lead us
to Python's tap.

Move, move, move, move,
move, move! Go, go, go!

Raven said the
tap is here.

It is.

The GPS coordinates put the tap

right in the middle
of this room.

Clear.

- Clear!
- Clear!

All right, I'm getting closer.

I'm standing right over it.

The floorboards have been cut.

Guys, right here!

Clear!

I got a hole,
an exposed fiber optic cable

and a laptop-- we found
Python's fiber tap.

Nelson, here's
the computer.

All right, I'm starting forensic
analysis on Python's computer.

This is everything being sent

over Interpol's
fiber optic cable.

You mean everything Python's
stealing with his fiber tap.

I hate to admit it.

But I've got
a case of hacker envy.

Yeah, well, me, too.
Laptop I found in the hole

was running sniffer software
that isolated Rupert's e-mail.

And that's a complicated code
to write.

So that's how Python knew
about Rupert's meeting.

Python's good.

Guys, Python is a
psychotic killer, okay?

So can we tone down
the black hat worship?

Okay, I've been writing
decryption software.

And I just found an e-mail
from Rupert

to his informant--
goes by the handle “Darko.”

Avery, Miguel?

You should see this.

“I have something that you want.

“Something Python
doesn't want you to have.

Let's meet.”

Okay, got two more e-mails,

setting up date,
time and location.

This is how Python
got to Rupert.

But what happened to Darko?

Did he show up to the meeting?

“Can't meet today.
Too risky.

Sorry.”

Wait a minute,
this e-mail was sent

ten minutes after
the arranged meeting time.

All right, so for some reason,

Darko realized that
Python was on to him.

If Darko didn't
make that meeting,

he may still be alive.

Well, that's good for us.

He's got something
that made Python nervous.

Yeah, but, but what?

This.

I just decrypted another e-mail.

He has Python's real name?

Anonymity is everything
in the Deep Web.

This Darko holds the key to
I.D-ing and caging this snake.

We have to find Darko
before Python kills him

and he crawls back
into the Deep Web.

♪ CSI Cyber 2x08 ♪
Python
Original Air Date on November 22, 2015

♪ 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. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

All right, everyone, listen up.

We're looking for a hacker

that goes by the handle Darko.

I want you to scour every nook
and cranny of the Deep Web

from disgusting chat rooms
to deviant forums.

Darko's out there somewhere,
let's go.

♪ ♪

Okay, so we pass a current

through this hydrochloric acid,

and it should
remove the tool marks

and reveal the serial numbers.

Whew.
Huh.

I got to be honest-- I didn't
think that was gonna work.

Well, unfortunately,
we didn't get

a complete serial number
off the gun.

This is only a partial.

But if we get partials
off the rest of these,

maybe we can run an urgent trace
and get a lead on Python.

Let's do the next one here.

All right.

That was the president
of Interpol.

She wants the fiber tap
to be removed immediately.

Man, that's a bad idea.
If we disrupt the connection,

Python will know we found it.

Interpol's not gonna let
Python continue stealing

every secret we send over
the fiber optic cable.

Python doesn't know
we found the tap.

That gives us an advantage.

We're gonna use it.

Are you asking me not
to follow orders, Avery?

I am asking you
to wait before you do.

Always so unconventional.

Miguel, send Darko

an e-mail, introducing yourself
as Rupert's partner.

Propose a meeting.

Then send back a fake e-mail

from Darko,
accepting the meeting,

setting a time and a location.

Python intercepts
these e-mails

and walks himself
right into our sting.

♪ ♪

All right, so what do we got?

Finally got a hit on Darko.

Then this came in--
a message from Python.

What? “I'm looking for Darko--
dead or alive.

“Help him and you're next.

“And to the Interpol agent

“planning the Times Square
sting...

Nice try. Python.”

Python saw through
Avery's sting;

now he's gloating.

God, this guy just loves showing
everybody he's the smartest.

Somehow, Python knew
we found the fiber tap.

I mean, guy's a hacker god.

No, he's just a man.

And eventually,
he's gonna make a mistake.

What did you
find on Darko

before we got
Python's message?

Well, we found a solid lead.

Turns out he's been selling
what hackers call “fullz”--

full packages
of personal info

stolen from big corporate hacks
like Target or Home Depot.

And this is the Web site
where he sells 'em.

Name, birth date
and Social Security number.

Holy trinity of identity fraud.

Hey, isn't that one of
your confidential informants?

Fresh!

It's been too long

since I had a chat
with my favorite C.I.

I bet he's feeling
neglected right now.

Bernie Renard.

Let's skip the foreplay today
and just cut right to it.

Please, I'd really prefer
to be called by my handle.

“Fresh.”

You got it.
So, Bernie,

you've recently done business
with a hacker named Darko.

Tell me everything
you know about him.

I ain't saying a damn thing,

especially not
after Python's warning.

That's all
anybody's talking about.

Well, here's my warning.

Tell me
what you know

or I'm arresting you

for that little business
you just started.

That's right.

We know all about the fullz.

Well, I'd rather be
alive and in jail

than, you know...
dead and stuff.

Renard.

Is your family from Toulouse?

Yeah.

Moved here when I was six.

Yeah, I was born in Spain.

But my family moved
around Europe a lot.

I lived just outside of Paris
for five years.

Uh... congratulations.

Yeah, thanks.
I enjoyed it.

So here's what happens
if you don't help us.

I'm going to hang a digital
snitch jacket on you

and leak onto the wire

the details of
your FBI agreement.

Go right ahead, man.

Half the guys on the wire

are tipsters
for law enforcement.

This guy is threatening my life.

I think that's, like, against
the law or something, right?

Sorry, Bernie.
I don't speak French.

I have no way of knowing
what he just said.

Uh, but just
a heads up...

Python recently killed
Agent Vega's partner.

He needs to take his
anger out on someone

and you would satisfy that need.

What happened to us, Elijah?

I thought we were friends.

“You thought wrong”?

That.

Now, Bernie,

tell me everything
you know about Darko.

Darko's real name
is Teddy Frankle.

Does Interpol
have a file on him?

Unfortunately, no.

He's a British ex-pat

living in
the U.S. illegally.

He works
off the books

at a Baltimore
e-waste facility.

So Darko gets his fullz by
stealing personal information

off of users' hard drives
before they're recycled.

Except when he
stumbles across

the personal info
of someone valuable.

Then he tries to sell it
back to them for a fee.

Well, that's a clever
ransom operation.

Darko must've tried
his little scam on Python,

which is how Python knows
what Darko has.

Recovering
a computer

with info on Python would
be like finding a gold mine.

But why would the snake

ever recycle one of
his old computers?

Well, Python
wasn't always Python.

Maybe he didn't wipe
his drive well enough

or maybe it was stolen.

Darko might be able
to tell us more.

Baltimore PD
raided the facility

and the apartment
Darko was squatting in,

but he disappeared yesterday.

But we did
get one lead.

Darko reached out

to Elijah's C.I.
on the wire this morning,

looking to unload a block of
fullz for some quick cash,

so he can go
on the run.

The C.I. turned Darko down.

We have to start
searching the Deep Web

for auction sites
where fullz are sold.

That's where we'll find Darko.

Okay, this is the last one.

“Blank, blank,
three, four, one.”

What do you think Python's

real name
is gonna be?

For some reason, I feel like

it's gonna be
something quirky, like...

Ichabod or Jarvis.

Nah, that's not
weird enough.

I'm thinking... Yoserian.

How about Diebenkorn?

Hey, my-my parents named me
after a very famous artist,

just so you know.
Okay.

Geez.
Just run the numbers.

All right, the partials spit out
a bunch of possible matches.

Now we just need to figure out

which serial numbers
connect to Python's guns.

Oh. Henry Hayes,
Henry Hayes, Henry Hayes,

Henry Hayes.

I mean, it can't
be a coincidence

that this guy bought

all four of these four guns.

Python's real name
is Henry Hayes.

Guess his parents were not
as creative as mine.

Okay, I'm gonna send Python's
real name and address to Elijah.

Our work here is done,
Diebenkorn.

Boom!

Clear!

Clear!
Clear!

It's a live feed.

Python just made us.

Wait, we can't be sure.

Maybe he's not
monitoring this feed.

Henry Hayes' file is thin.

Anorexic, even.

Born in New York.

He's got a Social
Security number,

a credit report,
and nothing else.

He has no previous address

and zero presence
on social media.

Because he only exists on paper.

Python created him.

Everything about
Henry Hayes is fake.

He's a shelf baby.

I'm sorry...
are we chasing a ghost?

More like a virtual identity
created by a hacker.

It's frighteningly easy

to register
a Social Security number,

a birth certificate,

even medical records...

all in the name of someone
who doesn't even exist.

A hacker “gives birth”
to a shelf baby,

then waits-- in real time--
while it “grows up.”

Then, when the shelf baby
turns 16,

the hacker gives it
a driver's license.

When the shelf baby
graduates high school,

it gets a diploma.

Some hackers get creative

and give their shelf babies
braces, glasses,

invitations to prom.

Anything to sell the illusion
of a real person.

So when the shelf baby turns 18,

they're now an adult
that the hacker can use

as a throw-away identity
to commit crimes.

Takes a massive
amount of patience

to properly raise a shelf baby.

Henry Hayes was rushed

because Python needed him
to buy guns immediately.

So, rather than
wait the 18 years

for Henry to “grow up,”

he just simply backdated
all the paperwork.

Which explains
all the digital

holes in Henry's life.

Python is playing with us.

He' making us look
like amateurs.

Can we trace
the video camera's signal?

No.

Just like the laptop

was connected
to Python's fiber tap,

this video is going
right into the Deep Web.

Where everything is untraceable.

What do we got, Raven?

Hey. An anonymous
seller just posted

a massive block of fullz
on a Deep Web auction site.

He wants cash immediately after
the auction closes.

Delivered in person.

That's Darko.

Yeah, he's unloading
what he's got and fast.

I exploited a bug

on the auction site's
messaging software.

Now we can eavesdrop
on all the messages

sent between the seller and
whoever placed the winning bid.

Looks like
the auction's closing.

Okay, looks
like we're in.

Here's where
the sale's going down.

“Baltimore Boat Yard.
3:00 p.m.

Cash. Yellow backpack.”

Okay, so Python wants Darko
as much as we do.

How do we know
he didn't win the auction?

Actually, we're hoping he did.

That's why SWAT
will be backing us up.

♪ ♪

All right, guys
Look alive.

Remember, we're looking
for a yellow backpack.

All right, boys,
keep your eyes open.

This was Rupert's
favorite part.

The stillness before
all the craziness started.

Do you remember Paris?

Oh...
He was changing his socks

when the target
suddenly appeared.

He ran up 32 flights of stairs

barefoot.

Yep.
He broke two toes, but he got the guy.

He got the guy.

You know,
Elijah reminds me of Rupert.

Mmm.

Calm, strong, reliable...

I can see why
you chose him.

All right. Sweep is complete.

Team is in position.

Darko is not getting away.

Roof team here.

We've got eyes
on the yellow backpack.

North side of the harbor,
by the warehouse.

Team Two, point; Team One,
containment. Let's move.

♪ ♪

I have subject in sight.

Teddy Frankle! FBI!

Stay on him!

FBI!

Hands in the air,
right now!

Hands in the air, now!
Put 'em up!

Very slowly,

remove your backpack.

That's good.
Put it on the ground.

Hands back up in the air.

Whoa, sniper, get down!
Take cover!

Sniper. Get down.
Stay low.

Drag him over here!

Cover!

Top of the floating dock!

Move, move.
Get him to cover.

Move it.

Cover, cover.

I need EMTs on the dock.

Our suspect has been shot.

Move, move, move!

Teddy, help is on the way.

What is Python's name?

Teddy? Teddy?

Stay with me.

Teddy, stay with me.

Avery, there's no shooter.

Sniper rifle
with remote control.

Bluetooth enabled.

What is Python's name? Teddy!

Teddy!

Python's name is in my...

in my laptop.

Teddy?

Darko's laptop was infected
with spyware.

Someone was monitoring him.

Python, that's how he knew where
the meeting was being held.

I mean, look at his coding.

I mean, there's no pattern
to the functions.

It's pure poetry.

Guys! What is Python's name?

Look, Avery, I don't know
what to tell you.

Laptop's got nothing on it.

The last thing Darko said
was “Python's name

is on that laptop.”

I already had a friend who died.

Find it

and find it now.

♪ ♪

432

015.

One remote sniper rifle,
a dozen different parts.

All with different
serial numbers.

All purchased
by different people

and all used
in different crimes.

Even the tripod,
the laptop, the ammo.

Python did rule over

an empire of Deep Web criminals.

These could all be contacts made
while running Squamata.

Let me run a quick

identity history on them.

Python's certainly
living up to his reputation,

isn't he?
Pablo Escobar of the Deep Web.

His Web site,
Squamata, brings is

over $30 million a year
in drug revenue.

A third of that is
from college kids.

Python's drugs are just
too easy to get.

All it takes
is a click of a mouse

or the swipe of a screen.

Then drugs are delivered
within hours.

Been chasing this guy
for over a year.

Not only do we have
to find this guy,

but we have to take down
his site, Squamata.

Think of how many people
his drugs

have killed during that time.

And how many more people
are gonna die

if we don't stop him.

That's weird.

Really weird. Look at this.

All 12 of those people live
at the same address,

delivered by the same doctor
at the same hospital.

There all shelf babies.

Python's army of shelf babies.

These documents
are flawless.

This guy's a master forger.

All right, all right,
so everybody who bought

the sniper rifle,
they're a dead end.

Did we have any luck tracking

the source
of the weapon's remote commands?

It received commands
through the Deep Web.

Again, untraceable.

I can see why this guy's not
in custody.

Every bit of evidence,

whether it's physical
or digital,

runs right into a wall.

Ran the search three times,
Krummy.

There aren't
any hidden partitions.

Just hit the damn
enter key again, Nelson.

It's not that hard.

Look, I might be smaller,
but I fight dirty.

Now drop the attitude,
before I take this laptop

and break it over
that watermelon you call a head.

Break this laptop.

Yeah, that's what I said.

Yeah?
You're a genius.

You shut... Wait, what?

Python's name isn't
in the laptop, it's...

it's in the laptop.

Okay, look, I appreciate
the props, Krummy,

but you sound insane right now.

Where do extremely
paranoid hackers

hide data they don't want found?

Offline.

Oh, I am a genius.

And the laptop...
Get the glass board.

Mm-hmm.

Somewhere inside this laptop,

Darko physically
hid information on Python.

We could be looking
for a chip or a thumb drive.

I'll bring up the schematic
on Darko's laptop.

We're looking for the part
that isn't supposed to be there.

♪ ♪

These are
the main components.

It's not here.

That ribbon cable
look odd to you?

Lift it.

Bingo.

You can slither,
but you cannot hide.

That's right.

Avery, I'd like to introduce you
to Robert Corto,

aka Python,

aka number one on Cyber's
most wanted list.

Real name, birth date, address,

social security number,
the works.

And the best part?

We know this is Python,

because the chip also contained

original source code
from his Deep Web marketplace,

Squamata.

Robert Corto is another
shelf baby.

What? No.

She's right.

We were so excited
we got Robert Corto's name,

we didn't even look
at his address.

The same address

as all the shelf babies,
Freeside Street.

Wait, no.

Something's not adding up.

Python murdered two people

to get this chip.

What was on it
that was so important

he'd be willing to kill?

Not a shelf baby.

Guy must have had dozens.

Maybe he was protecting
Squamata's source code.

An early beta version
with no login credentials?

It's hardly worth anything.

All right.

Tell me everything you
guys found on that chip.

Yeah, it was just

Robert Corto's information,
the code to Squamata.

Bunch of half-written
executables, scripts,

text file that's pretty big.

Mmm, and old zero days
and their patches.

Wait, back up.

Text file?
Put that up on the screen.

What is that?

Looks like a journal.

Not just any journal.

Python's.

This is what he was after.

He came out of hiding

to erase a connection
to his past.

This journal must have the key
to Python's true identity.

Print every single page.

Python's private thoughts

spilled out on the page.

It's like looking into his mind.

Why do you think
he started keeping a journal?

A little boy with no friends

has to express
his feelings somewhere.

Oh, he did plenty of expressing,

but he never gave away
his identity.

He shows an extreme amount
of control.

He began
isolating himself early.

Even cut ties with family.

Look.

A decision he
struggled over.

All of this to protect
his anonymity.

He knew the moment Squamata
went online,

his identity would be
his Achilles' heel.

So he shed it.

Yeah, that's not
the only thing he shed.

“Psoriasis”"

Hereditary condition
where skin cells slough off.

Yeah, there's pages
and pages here

about the teasing
he suffered. Look.

Kids called him “snake skin”"

“lizard arms,” and “python”"

He didn't give himself
the name Python.

It was given to him by kids
who were mocking him.

He took a name that was meant
to demean him,

and turned it
into a source of strength.

Raven's got something.

Hey, D.B. and I
were looking at the 12

shelf babies
that bought the sniper rifle.

He spotted something.

Look at this.
They're all character names.

It looks like all 12
of Python's shelf babies

are taken from novels.

The hospital, the doctor,
the street where they live,

even the people themselves.

Right, but they're
all jumbled up,

so you add Phoebe
from Phoebe Lee

to Caulfield
from John Caulfield...

You get Phoebe Caulfield
from The Catcher in the Rye.

Right, this first name,
that last name,

and they're a blend

of characters
from different novels.

One of them
is Catcher in the Rye,

but I'm having trouble
figuring out the other ones.

I get it.

Take Molly from Molly Ackley,

and Millions from
Jane Millions,

you get Molly Millions.

It's from Neuromancer.

Godfather of cyberpunk.

It's pretty much

required reading for black hats.
It's like the Bible.

He picked these novels
specifically.

They mean something to him.

Raven, pull up

digital copies if each book,

and then run a search
on all the characters.

All right, Linda Lee and
Henry Dorsett Case

both from Neuromancer.

D.B.'s theory's working.

There's only one
name that doesn't match.

Renetta Wilkerson.

The outlier.
She's not from the books.

Maybe a character
from a third book.

Or maybe she really exists.

I'll run her name.

Most criminals who
assume a new identity

can't completely walk away
from their past.

They stay connected to someone.

A sibling, a girlfriend,
a parent.

Renetta Wilkerson

may be someone
from Python's former life.

All right,
these are all the addresses

for that name. They're
all over the country.

Wichita, Seattle, Pittsburgh.

I want FBI teams
at each of those house ASAP.

One of these women
is connected to Python.

Well, checking that many people
is gonna take times.

Maybe there's something
in the journal

that can help us.

Right.

Python wrote

about being teased for
his skin condition.

Did he ever mention
the first time

he was given the name Python?

He did.

Okay, it happened
at the summer camp,

but he never says
where the camp is located.

Read the passage.

“Today at the lake,
the counselors made us

“all take off our T-shirts.

“Cam made a comment.

“He said I had snake skin.

“He called my Python.

“Everyone started
calling me Python.

“They think it's funny.

“I hate it here.

“The only nice person is Irene.

“She takes me on nature walks.

“We look for birds' nests
in the grass.

“She told me the reason the
male birds have black bodies

and white-tipped wings
is to attract a female”"

Male birds, black body,
white wings,

makes a nest in the ground--
that's awfully specific.

Rav--?

I am already on it, D.B.

He's talking about
a lark bunting.

That's the state bird
from Colorado.

I got a Renetta
Wilkerson in Colorado.

Okay, Raven, call
the regional office.

Get agents at that house
until we arrive.

Renetta Wilkerson, FBI!

Renetta Wilkerson?

Yes?
Do you have a son?

Yes...
Is he currently living here?

No, I mean, Dante hasn't
lived here in over 20 years.

Dante went missing
when he was 14.

The police said
that he ran away.

But in my heart,

I knew he was abducted.

So, he has never been back?

No, that Tuesday in February was
the last time that I saw him.

It was snowing.

Well, his room is over here.

I mean, I go in
once in a while and dust,

but it's exactly
the same as it was.

I always hoped
he'd come home someday.

Dante loved computers.

I could never
figure them out.

I still can't.

But he would build
them in his room.

He would stay in here for hours.

He wasn't a very social child.

I don't see any pictures.

Do you have a photo of Dante?

I used to have
a shoe box full of them.

But I don't know, I just--

It just got too painful.

So I... got rid of them
a long time ago.

I have one picture though.

He was just 14
years old then.

That computer looks new.

I thought you said you know
nothing about computers.

I won it.

I always loved the sweepstakes.

And Dante and I would fill in
these forms together

when he was a kid.

We always lost.

But wouldn't you know it?

A year after he disappeared,

I finally won.

A free computer

with a yearly
upgrade for life.

Every January a new
computer shows up.

I plug it in, I turn
it on and I leave it.

I want him to have the latest
model if he'd just come home.

Call me.

Hello, Dante.

It's so much nicer not to have
to call you Python.

Dante? No, Dante...
I'm sorry, ma'am.

Listen, we're gonna
take care of this.

Is that my Dante?

You need to step aside--

Did you hear that?

Can you imagine
the amount of pain

you've caused this poor woman?

My mom's house.
You're in my house.

It was clever of you to use her
love of sweepstakes to bring in

a RAT-ed computer
so you could watch her.

Socially engineering
and spying on your own mother?

It doesn't get lower than that.

Now, now, Avery Ryan.

You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

Actually, I do, Dante Wilkerson.

I've learned quite a lot
about you

reading your journals--
your hopes, your fears,

your insecurities.

But it was your bedroom.

That is when I finally
saw the real you.

My bedroom?

You're grasping at straws,
Deputy Director Ryan.

You have nothing!

A scantily clad model
on your wall?

That's as close as you
ever got to a real girl.

You had every
game console on the market,

but only had one controller
for each one.

A little boy with no friends?

Why would he need
another controller?

You have three sets
of sheets

folded in your closet,
at the ready.

Is that because you were
still wetting the bed

when you were a teenager?

Just shut your mouth!

I underestimated you.

You savor this victory.

It'll be your last.

I'll have the site
back up tomorrow.

You crossed a line.

You've made this personal.

This is war.

What?
He just said he would get the site

back up by tomorrow
as if us taking it down

was a foregone conclusion.

That makes no sense.

We don't know
where he hosts the Web site,

Squamata-- it could be
anywhere in the world.

But he thinks we do.

Now, why would he think that?

Unless... it's here.
It's in this house!

Krumitz, is Squamata being
hosted on that computer?

What? No.
No, it's not even possible.

It doesn't even have
the right software.

Wait, you-you think Squamata
is being hosted here?

Python just let something slip.

It is here.
It is in this house.

There has to be
a server blade somewhere.

Whoa.

Avery, I found a server blade!

So, is that it?

There's only one
way to find out.

Okay.

This is it!
This is it!

This is the computer
hosting Squamata.

Wait! Wait! Wait, no!
Everything's being deleted--

Python's deleting evidence that
connects him to the Deep Web.

How do you stop it?
I-I don't know.

You do the one thing you're
never supposed to do

to a computer that's
being used in a crime.

You unplug it.

Oh, no, please, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Hey, you be careful
with that, okay?

It's only the most important
piece of hardware

I've ever put my hands on.

I understand.

Just dusting it for prints.

Look at that smile!

If it was any bigger,
I think his head

would split in half.

Yeah, well, can
you blame him?

He found Squamata's
host computer.

And we've taken
down Python's drug empire.

Now we got a complete list
of every supplier, dealer

and distributor
who ever logged on.

Yeah, go ahead, go ahead.

Take it in, Krummy.
Take it in.

Any idea on how Python got
that blade into his old bedroom?

Yeah, he RAT-ed
his own mom's computer.

Observed her pattern of life.

Knew when she'd be
out of the house.

And now we've shut down
his enterprise.

- Yeah, that's what I'm talking about, baby!
- Yes!

Krumitz sent me a scan of
the photo from the milk carton.

I ran it through
an age progression program.

So this is Python today.

Not exactly,
but close.

Avery?

Interpol agents
in eight countries

just hit Python's biggest
suppliers and distributors.

They seized hundreds of
kilos of narcotics

and made more than 90 arrests.

You know,
when the dust settles,

this will go down
as one of the biggest

international raids in history.

Rupert would have enjoyed this.

Are you kidding me?

He would already be
slurring his way

through some drinking song
he just made up.

You know the best part about
working a case with Rupert?

It never got boring.

No.

No, it wasn't.

I'm really gonna miss him.

Me, too, Miguel.

He traded his life to expose
Python's true identity.

I just wish that Rupert knew
how close his lead on Darko

got us to catching the snake.

I'd like to believe he does.

Python's site is down.

But the snake will be back.

And when he is, we'll be ready.

Fly safe, Miguel.

Thank you.

Take care.

D.B., bring your print kit
to my office.

That's a match to the one

I pulled off Python's
server blade.

This print belongs
to Dante Wilkerson.

Python was here.

But how's that possible?
In your office?

How?

The maintenance man.

Man!

Thank you so much.

He walked right by us,
close enough to touch.

You went to Python's house.

He came to yours.

And he came to leave something
more than a hand print.

You said this guy was
capable of anything?

And he is-- with this kind
of physical access?

He could've put a virus
on our network or a RAT.

Something that lies dormant.

We wouldn't even be able
to find it until it's too late.

Python wasn't kidding.

This is war.

Python was here!

In CTOC!

Sweep everything!

Contact the DOJ.

If he left something here,

I want it found!

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