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MAN: The dates of my trip
have changed.

I'm arriving in Tokyo
this Saturday,

two days early,

so I need to add
two more nights.

The reservation
is under Andrew Michaels.

Hello, are you there?

(beeps)

Hello?

Ah...

(tires squeal)

Get off me. Don't touch me.
Come here, come here!

Get off me, get off.

I know what you did. Stop.

(shouting)

Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?
Let her go!

Come here.
Hey! Hey!

This isn't your business.

Get back in your car
and drive away, old man.

I called 911, cops are gonna
be here any minute.

This works out the best

if you don't hurt her.

Come on, come on. Yeah.

(groans)
(engine starts)

(tires squealing)

Are you okay?

Other than always picking
the wrong guy, yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh, ow.

Okay... all right, come on.

I'll give you a ride.
Come on.

I can just wait
for the cops.

Well, no cell service.

(chuckles)

Come on.

Here we go.

Yeah, let me clear
that out, first.

MUNDO: Finally got Mangle
to talk, huh?

More accurately,
got him to spit it out.

He slipped

the microchip into his mouth

when the agents arrived.

That's why
he refused to speak.

And here I thought we'd
finally found a black hat

smart enough to shut up
until his lawyer arrived.

(phone buzzing)

Agent Avery Ryan.

Dr. Avery Ryan?

I no longer practice.
Who is this?

Your husband
is Andrew Michaels.

My ex-husband. Who is this?

You're listed
as a primary beneficiary

on Mr. Michaels'
life insurance policy.

His life insurance?

Why would I...

Is Andrew all right?

Oh, Dr. Ryan, I-I'm so sorry.

(sighs)

I'm reaching out to you

to pay off his life insurance.

You're his beneficiary.

Hello, Dr....

I don't know,
they-they-they just called me.

They-they told me that he died,

I-I don't even know
how he died.

(crying)

Come here, come here.

I'm sorry.

I'll make some phone calls
to find out what I can.

Thanks.

WOMAN: You have reached
the architectural firm

of Michaels
and Brochman Design.

If you know your...
(phone beeps)

Hey, it's Laura,
leave a message.

Laura, this is Avery Ryan.

I-I just heard
about your brother.

(sobbing)

Hello, hello.

This is
Deputy Director Avery Ryan.

No, no, no.

Please don't put me on hold!

I don't even know
what happened to him.

I'm his ex-wife.
Don't transfer me again.

I've been transferred 15 times!

I tried to call
his next-of-kin.

I'll call back.

Avery?

Not right now, Nelson.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Okay.

Guys, let's get back to work.

She's gonna be all right,
she's gonna be okay.

Avery?

When you're ready,

an agent will take you home.

I never stopped loving him.

I had this fantasy
that we were gonna...

(sniffles)

...get back together, try again.

(sighs)
But now he's gone.

Hannah's gone.

I no longer practice psychiatry.

It's like that whole part
of my life is just over.

I'm so sorry,

but I want you to know,

you're not alone.

A man claiming
to be Andrew Michaels

just called the FBI.

He's being held at customs

at JFK Airport.

(chuckles) What?

(sighs)

(sighs) Hi.

Ah, for a dead man,
you look pretty good.

(laughs)
Come here.

(kisses)

Can you excuse us
for a second?

Sure.

Are you okay?

(laughs) I should kill you.

That phone call,

I didn't see it coming.

It really threw me.

Hey, what is going on?

I don't know.

I didn't even know
I was the walking dead

until I tried to go
through customs.

(beeping)

Where'd you get
this passport, sir?

I applied for it.

You're Andrew Michaels?

Yes, is there a problem?

Your passport's
been canceled.

It says here,

Andrew Michaels is dead.

(laughs)

Clearly, I'm alive.

I'm standing right
in front of you. Hmm?

I used the same passport
to get out of the--

Sir?
Whoa, hold on.

Obviously, there's been
a mistake made.

Hey, whoa, wait a minute.

I'm telling you--
let go... wait!
Sir.

I threw a punch.

I know, it was stupid.

I just got off
a 14 hour flight.

I'm tired, I'm cranky.

You know how I get
when I get cranky.

Yeah, I do, yeah, hmm.

So what now?

So, now, you're in my custody.

Well, you're in the FBI custody,

till we figure out

what's going on.

(sighs) I'll take it.

RUSSELL: I know this
is gonna sound insane,

but according
to the state of Connecticut

Andrew Michaels
is officially deceased.

So the death
certificate's real?

Real as it gets.

Legally, Andrew,
you can no longer vote,

board an airplane, or obviously,

try to re-enter the country.

It's incredibly unsettling
to see this document

with my name on it.

Yeah, it wasn't
just your name.

That thing was filled out

with a lot
of personal information.

Date of birth,

social security number,
level of education.

This thing was not a glitch.

Somebody wanted you dead.

Can you think
of any reason

why someone would want
to target you?

No, not really, uh...

I mean, my life insurance
policy's pretty big,

but the only person
to benefit from that is...

Well, I didn't kill him.

(chuckles)

How does something
like this happen?

Somebody found a way

to hack into the electronic
death registration system,

and based on what
we've been finding,

he's not the only victim.

So there's more?
Yeah, a lot more.

We found over 200

digital murders,

and we've just started looking.

I never even heard
of digital murder.

Neither of I.

I think we're looking
at a new hack here, Avery.

Is this some new spin
on identity fraud?

That's what
I thought, too,

but a stolen identity,
you can recover.

Currently, there's no clear way
to come back from the dead.

All right, Andrew,
it's gonna be all right.

I promise, we'll figure it out.

You know, I'm gonna
leave you guys.

The kids are working

on your devices to find out

if there was some kind
of intrusion.

RYAN:
Thanks, D.B.
Yeah.

We found a backdoor
on Andrew's laptop.

Gave a black hat access
to everything,

including Andrew's
personal information,

and his credentials.

Anything we can trace back
to a physical address?

No, our hacker used a string of
proxy servers to stay anonymous.

And we do know that
he didn't install

the backdoor remotely,
he used a USB drive.

So somebody had physical access
to Andrew's computer.

Well, I'm
running the code

from the hacker's backdoor

through our
known exploit database.

Black hats are just like
everyone else, they get lazy.

They re-use
old code constantly.

It saves time.

(computer beeps)

Got a hit.

We've seen part
of this code before.

This was written
by someone named

Stella Kaine.

Stella Kaine?
Yeah.

I busted her five years ago
for hacking

the East Cambridge University
network

and faking admission letters.

She's just a small-time
hacker-for-hire.

Well, it looks like
she stepped up her game.

So, let's go find Stella Kaine.

¶ Slappin' like my subwoofer ¶

¶ Slidin' up to your house ¶

¶ Where your dogs at? ¶

¶ Fat beats for the kitty
from the other clap ¶

¶ Hit up city, dancin' if you
need the fat checks ¶

¶ Lootin' liquor stores,
I be flickin' match sticks ¶

¶ Hit the town, flip the bird ¶

¶ Bust a ...,
make 'em swerve ¶

¶ Bang, bang it to the curb ¶

¶ Oh, word, we absurd ¶

¶ Got that fire we can burn ¶

¶ Bang, bang it to the curb ¶

¶ Bang it to the curb ¶

¶ Bang it, bang it to the curb ¶

¶ Bang it to the curb ¶

¶ Bang it, bang it to the curb ¶

¶ Hit the town, flip the bird ¶

¶ Bust a ...,
make 'em swerve ¶

¶ Bang, bang it to the curb... ¶

My drink!

No, no, no.
Thank you.

It's cool, I got it.

Stella Kaine.

Been a while.

What the hell is this?

Invitation to my private
after-party, come on.

(scoffs)

Thank you
for being such a gentleman.

You know,
I twisted my ankle

two weeks ago,
and it's still really hurting.

Tragic.
So who'd you come here to hack?

Hack?
Come on.

We're not playing games,
we found your USB stick.

Since when was it illegal
to have one of those?

KRUMITZ: Just confirmed,
this is the exact

USB stick that installed
the backdoor

on Andrew Michaels' computer.

You filed
the death certificate, Stella.

Means bye-bye.

(engine starts)

Enjoy prison.

Elijah, look at this.

Stella Kaine is a
digital assassin for hire.

She's got dossiers on every
person she's ever killed.

It's more than 75 people

last year alone.

Issuing false
death certificates,

creating havoc, forcing people
to prove they're alive,

when a government document
says they're not.

Yeah, D.B. was right,

we've stumbled on
an entirely new exploit.

Yeah, put it on
the long list of hacks

we're gonna have to play defense
against in the future.

Yeah, well,
the scariest part

is that we are so far
behind this hack,

we have no idea
how digital murder

could play out
in the real world.

¶ 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. ¶

Order.

Approach the bench.

Counselor, according
to these death certificates,

both your witnesses are dead
and ineligible to testify.

Your Honor,

that is ridiculous.

My two witnesses
are standing right there.

You're looking at them.

What I'm looking at is a D.A.

who's delayed
this bail hearing twice.

Now you come into
my courtroom without checking

the legal status
of your witnesses?

Do you have any other
evidence to present?

Your Honor,
this is a blatant stall.

Ms. Shaw,

I can no longer hold

Rafael Pintero in custody,

based on the evidence
presented today.

Bail is granted.

(gavel bangs)

Kyle Buckner. Molly Vance.

Two key witnesses in my case
against Rafael Pintero.

They were both murdered

just hours after
Pintero's release on bail.

Guy belongs
in a cage.

I'd like to put him
in a cage myself,

but Violent Crimes
would be the lead

on this murder
of federal witnesses.

I just came
from a meeting with them,

they have agents
looking for Pintero now,

and my third witness,
Martin Ward.

When he heard about
the murders, he fled.

I begged Martin to testify.

If Pintero finds him
and kills him, it's on me.

Why come to Cyber?

Because this was a cyber crime.

The only reason
Pintero received bail

was because someone hacked
into the electronic

death registration system
and digitally

killed my witnesses.

Oh, I guess we just
found out how digital murder

can be used in the real world.

Death certificates trump all
other forms of identification,

so even though my witnesses

were standing in court,

legally they weren't.

This black hat is responsible

for putting Pintero
back on the street.

And he could continue to

digitally murder witnesses

in trials all across

the country.

Is it possible we already
have the suspect in custody?

We arrested Stella Kaine

on a similar hack.

But Stella Kaine did not

digitally kill
the D.A.'s witnesses.

How do we know that?

Because she kept records
of all the people

that she murdered,
and the witnesses

aren't on the list.

I just double-checked

the electronic death
registration system.

Both witnesses'
death certificates

were submitted last night

after we arrested
Stella Kaine.

Which means

our black hat
is still out there.

We need to stop this hacker now,

or Rafael Pintero

will not be the last murderer
released from custody.

I'd never file
a death certificate

for a federal witness.

You have my tablet;
look for yourself.

We checked,

we found nothing that
connects you to the hack.

The question is,
are you part of a collective?

Like I'd partner
with such a noob.

You think the person who did
this is a beginner, why?

On this document, under the
"method of disposition,"

it's marked "burial."

The problem with that is,

the box next to it

says "address of cemetery."

So someone decides

to dig up a grave,
but they don't find any body.

It brings the whole document
into question.

STELLA:
Cremation's the
only way to go.

I just realized what this is.

You

need me to help you
find this hacker.

Well, it's your lucky day,

because I need immunity.

Keep dreaming.

We got you connected
to the digital murders

of 75 people, including

the ex-husband of
an FBI deputy director.

You're looking at
unlawful intrusion,

transmitting malicious code,

conspiracy to defraud.

That's two years, minimum.

No immunity deal for me,

and we'll all be walking away

from this little powwow unhappy.

Well, let's be very clear
about this, Stella,

we will be unhappy at home.

You will be unhappy
in an 8x10 jail cell.

And what about this black hat
that you're chasing?

He'll still be out there
in the big, bad world,

digitally murdering people
and letting killers go free.

All right, cut the crap.

I will drop
the conspiracy charge

if you plead to the other counts

and help us find this black hat.

Now let me counter your counter.

You will drop everything.

I will do no jail time

and walk,

or

I won't say another word.

It's hard to believe
that's the same woman.

She looks so different.

Stella socially
engineers her victims.

She plays a different role

for each mark.

For you, she was
a damsel in distress.

(tires squeal)

That's how she hacked you.

Yeah, but how?

Where was your laptop?

In the car.

I put it in the backseat
when I gave her a lift.

Let me clear that out first.

Okay.
RYAN:
Was she ever alone with it?

ANDREW:
Yeah, but only
for the length of time

it took me to walk
around the car.

RYAN:
All she needed was
to plug a drive

into your laptop.

It bypassed
your password protection.

and auto-installed a backdoor.

You know, there was
a man with her, too.

He threw her to the ground
and then sped off.

Probably hired him to play
a role in her con.

Do you remember what
his face looked like?

No, I was more concerned

with Stella.

She was pretty beat up, limping.

I guess all that was fake, too.

She was limping right now,

so I think that
was actually real.

Do you remember
anything else about him?

Might have been wearing
a baseball cap.

I can't be sure,

and I was kind of blinded
by his headlights.

So you're going
to give Stella a deal?

We're looking at a hack
that we've never seen before.

A hack that she's an expert in.

And while what
she's been doing--

killing civilians--

it's bad, there's no question,

the black hat that she's going
to help us catch

has been targeting
federal witnesses

and letting felons go free.

I get it,
it's the lesser of two evils.

It doesn't make
my situation any better.

I'm still dead.

Unfortunately, that's true,

but we do know who hired her
to kill you.

Dennis Booker.

We found a link

for a wire transfer
from his account to Stella's.

Oh, man, oh, man.

What is it?

Do you know him?

I'm getting married.

I'm sorry I didn't
say anything sooner.

I picked up the phone
a dozen times to tell you,

I just didn't know how.

Are you marrying Dennis Booker?

What?

No, uh, my fiancé's name
is Jessica.

Uh, formerly Jessica Booker.

Dennis is her ex-husband.

So the ex-husband

is trying to disrupt
your, your wedding.

He succeeded.

I just found out my application

for the marriage license
was rejected.

Dead men can't marry.

We'll sort this out, Andrew,

just call your fiancé,

reassure her that there's no
reason to cancel your wedding.

Okay, let's do this, everybody.

Krumitz, pull up the
death certificates

of our two digitally
dead witnesses.

Nelson,

open the electronic death

registration system home page,
please.

Stella, you're up.

Let's go.

Time for you to earn
this deal of yours.

Okay, well, consider this
Digital Death 101.

It all starts when someone

contacts your hacker

and then hires them
to commit murder.

Who would want to hire
a digital killer?

Many, many people.

Yeah, like a son who wants
his dad's life insurance

before the old man
actually kicks the bucket.

Or an angry employee

who's trying to turn
their boss' life upside down.

All great examples,
however,

I don't care about the motive
or the victims.

To me, it's just about

that great big,
$10,000 paycheck.

(laughs)

Is something funny?

Whatever helps you
sleep at night.

I sleep just fine,
because I have my rules.

No kids, no cops,

everyone else is fair game.

Ah, you're a real humanitarian,
that's nice.
All right, all right,

all right, let's go, come on.
Go on.

When your hacker gets paid,
he opens up

a blank death certificate
for each victim.

Yeah, but you need an awful lot
of personal information

to ensure that that certificate
of death passes as legit.

Information that would normally

come from insurance companies

and next of kin

but our target is getting

by hacking his victim's
devices.

The most important part of that
form is "Cause of Death."

Trick is to avoid

any CODs that are going

to trigger an investigation.

Right, so no accidents
or drugs or violence.

That's why

all the people on your list
died of natural causes.

Exactly.

You tailor the natural cause
of death to the victim.

Age, lifestyle,
that sort of thing.

You want to avoid an autopsy
at all costs.

A heart attack works great,

however, cancer's my favorite.

Hold on, though, the EDRS would
have to confirm the credentials

of any doctor who signed
this form before circulating it

throughout the system.

You'd think so, but not so much.

She's right,

look at this.

All you need to create
a doctor's account

is get a medical license number

and an address
for your practice.

If your hacker's smart,

he'll always be using
new doctors

to keep you off his scent.

That's what I would do.

Let me ask you something,

there's one thing
I still don't get.

I know you need your victim's

personal information to fill out
their death certificate,

but there's so many different
ways to remotely hack somebody,

so why,
why do you risk everything

by doing it in person?

It's more fun.

Wow.

Boy, when I was your age,

I thought fun was
throwing a baseball.

So if the target
is following these steps,

he's probably
installing backdoors

in the witnesses' devices.

Which means if we
can find the hacker,

we can use his backdoor
to locate the third witness

and bring him in
before Pintero can kill him.

Exactly.

Stella Kaine,

you're going to help us
save a life today.

Agent Wilson will take you back
and stay with you.

If you need anything at all,

just call me,
no matter what time.

You say that like I somehow
forgot you never sleep.

Thanks, Avery.

Hey.

Where's he going?

Going back to the hotel
to get some rest.

This thing's been
really tough on him.

He just told me
that he's getting remarried.

Aw...

You know, when I first
heard that he died,

all that I wanted to do was
to tell him how I felt,

and then the next thing I know,

he's standing in front of me

and telling me
about his wedding.

Wow.

Come on, that's it?

Wow?

This is when you're supposed
to tell me some story

about a princess
in the 15th century

who loses her duke to cholera,

but how it all was okay.

Something that makes me smile,

something uplifting.

Boy, I got nothing.

Sometimes it just sucks.

KRUMITZ:
We found him!

We found him.

He made a mistake
and we found him.

Who?
Our target.

He modified the routing table,
so we sand-boxed

the victim's device
so we could watch...

Daniel, do we have
a physical address?

Yes.

Move, move, move.

Clear.
Clear!

Clear.

It's all clear.

The landlord said the building
was pretty much abandoned.

It looks like our target
was squatting.

KRUMITZ:
Yeah, and ditched the
place after hacking

the first two witnesses.

Getting nothing
on the signal sniffer.

So it's a dead end.

RUSSELL:
Well, maybe not.

Look at these dead leaves.

What do you see?

Uh, dead leaves?

(chuckles)
That's funny.

No, it... I mean, the-the roots
are outside the building,

right, so the
plants obviously

should be getting
enough water to survive,

but when you look at this little
circular area right here

and the leaves are all dead...

It's just like this
botany experiment

I've been working
on the past few weeks.

Trees all over the world

in certain urban areas

are mysteriously dying.

Nobody knows why,
but I-I think I do.

See, I think there's
a connection between

Wi-Fi signals
and plants decaying,

and, uh, it's
a long shot, but...

Elijah,

have SWAT bring the
battering ram back up here.

They're going to need it.

Well, that sure looks like

a router to me.

Okay, I did
a reverse DNS lookup

and got an Internet traffic
history off the router logs.

MUNDO:
Yahoo, ESPN...

FriendAgenda--
it looks pretty ordinary.

Yeah, except for this.

East Cambridge University
Web site.

I arrested Stella for hacking
their admissions department.

Now, what's the likelihood
that two black hats,

offering the same
Deep Web service,

both have an affiliation

to East Cambridge University?

Stella Kaine knows
more than she admitted.

It's time she
tells us the truth.

KRUMITZ:
Okay, no more games, Stella.

I know you're connected
to the Pintero witness hack,

I just want to know how.

I have nothing to do with that.

You've been through
all of my devices,

you know all my kills.

Well, if that's true,

why don't you help me understand

why this router,

which was linked
to the witness hack,

also has a connection

to your old admissions hack.

And I swear,

if you're withholding from me,

I can rip up that immunity deal

right now.

Look, okay,

I promise you, I have not been
withholding anything.

I just had to be sure.

Because if you
have found evidence

of the admissions hack

on this router,

I do believe I know
who we're looking for.

Well, then keep talking.

You're real cute
when you get angry.

I feel like there's
a connection between us.

Just think
about it like this--

if I wasn't a black hat

and you weren't a white hat,
we could totally...

All right, all right, all right.

Enough.

Keep talking.

Okay, you're so boring, fine.

After college,

I took a job at an accounting
firm back in, in Madison.

It was so boring.

What was the name of the firm?

Grant and Wallace.

The job was boring,

so I spent most
of my work hours

on these IRC hacker channels.

And there was this one that
was amazing, Lion's Archive.

That's where I met him.

At first, we just started
talking about ideas

and sharing hacks,

and eventually
we became partners,

and that's how the whole
Cambridge thing happened.

I don't know,
when I arrested you for that,

you never once mentioned
a partner.

No, no, I didn't,

because I believe there is
honor amongst thieves.

(laughs)

Okay.

Come on, more.

More about the partner.

One of the ideas we were
throwing around was how to

digitally kill someone.

We were going to try it out on
my miserable boss, Mr. Wallace,

but before I got the chance,

you kicked down my door.

And when you got out of jail,
you hung up the shingle, right?

Of course.

Have you had any contact

with your partner since then?

I went looking for him once,

but the forum
had been shut down.

To be honest with you,
I wasn't even mad about it

because towards the end,

he was talking crazy.

He was saying stuff

like there's way more money
to be made killing cops

and freeing criminals,

and I may be
a bad person at times,

but I do not do that.

What was his name, Stella?

I only know his handle.

Four months ago, someone going
by the handle Reaper32

posted this message
in a black hat forum:

RYAN:
"Need a law enforcement
officer killed?

Look no further."

This guy's advertising
killing cops.

All right, the forum's Webmaster
let us behind the site code,

and look at this.

Reaper sent them back a link.

Our target's
Deep Web site.

He's marketing himself as
a cyber hit man for criminals.

RAMIREZ:
For a large fee,

he'll digitally kill
a cop chasing you,

a lawyer trying you,

or a witness
testifying against you.

Right, because a dead cop
can't pull a warrant

or make an arrest.

A dead lawyer can't go to trial.

Do we know
anything about

where this site is hosted
or who's hosting it?

NELSON:
Negative.

The server IP address is bogus

and Reaper doesn't reveal
anything about himself.

I mean, the guy's careful.

So we're not actually
any closer to catching him.

Well, let's try to use
the site as it was intended,

to hire him.

Nelson, will you click on the
"How it works"?
NELSON: Yeah.

RUSSELL:
Okay, so it looks like Reaper

makes you upload
a video of yourself.

You give your name,

the name of your
intended victim,

and an explanation
for why you need them dead.

If he takes you on,

he responds to your
video message and arranges

an in-person pick up of his fee.

Okay, now why would someone
willingly send a video

that incriminates themselves?

Well, Reaper's clients
are desperate.

They'll do anything
to escape justice.

All right,
so we send Reaper a video

requesting he
digitally kill some cop,

hope he bites, and when he shows
up to get paid, we grab him.

That's the idea.
Great.

I volunteer.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
It can't be you.

This video is his way
of weeding out

undercover agents.

We don't have to time to build
you up a bulletproof cover.

Yeah, and we can't risk
you dangling out there

with a story full of holes.

I'll take my chances.
No, no, I agree

with these two.

We have to assume that Reaper
does his homework.

We can't use an agent.

We need a civilian.

A civilian,

who believably wants
to kill a cop.

Well, maybe not.

Maybe we just need somebody

with an incredibly
compelling true story

and an offer
that Reaper can't resist.

My name is Andrew Michaels.

Three days ago, I woke up dead.

I don't know if you killed me,

or at this point,
I don't even care.

I need my life back.

No one can fix this.

I'm-I'm out of my options, uh,

I'm getting married
in a month.

Was getting married.

Dead people can't get
a marriage license.

The look on my fiancé's face
when I told her.

I just...

I love her so much.

J-Jessica...
she's everything to me.

Everything.

I just want
to marry her,

so, please, I'll
pay you $33,000.

That's what I
have to offer.

Please.

Uh, what, what now?

We wait.

I'm glad you found someone.

Sounds like you really love her.

I'm-I'm sorry.

It's-it's just the way
it came out.

It was on my mind, and you...

You deserve to be happy.

I always thought
I was going to be alone.

Then I met Jessica.

Andrew, I have to ask you about
(clears throat)

the life insurance.

Oh, why you're still
my beneficiary.

It's been over ten years.

Uh, uh, you're going
to think I'm crazy.

It wouldn't be the first time.
(both laugh)

Uh...

Uh, okay, um,

about six months
after Hannah and us,

I had a mild heart attack.

Mild.

Doctor said it was
just too much stress

and Scotch.

In recovery,

I'm filling out
the paperwork.

I find myself staring at the
"in case of emergency" box.

It hits me...

I'm alone.

Whose name do I put down?

It's supposed to be the person
who comes to your rescue.

Makes you feel safe,
who you l...

There was no one
else, Avery.

Your name went
on a lot of forms.

I put your name on
a lot of my boxes, too.

But you know what?

That's going to have to change
when you get married.

I suppose so.

I...
(computer pings)

So it worked?

It looks like we're
heading to Philly

to catch a Reaper.

MUNDO:
All right, everyone, listen up.

Our target could be anyone.

We have no photo, no real name,

so keep your eyes open.

Here's your stuff,

minus your devices.

Those will remain
with the FBI

as evidence,
in case you decide to stray.

Don't worry, I will not be
crossing the line again.

Well, we'll
find that out,

won't we?

Stella, don't take
this the wrong way,

but I never want
to see you again.

Okay.

MUNDO: We got a male
approaching, early 20s,

baseball cap.

SWAT OFFICER:
Blond hair, green jacket.

Got my sights on him now.

He appears to be alone.

MUNDO:
False alarm.

Just a pedestrian.

This gentleman will see you out.

Thank you.

I'd really like
to tell your ex-husband

that I'm sorry for everything.

I'll send the message along.

A male, dark-haired, beard,
leather jacket and blue jeans,

nine o'clock.

See him, doesn't look
like he brought backup.

MUNDO:
All right,

we wait for confirmation.
This is our target.

All teams hold, I repeat, hold.

We go on my signal.

Andrew Michaels?

You Reaper?

Open the bag.

STELLA:
After college, I took a job

at an accounting firm
back in-in Madison.

What was the name of the firm?

Grant and Wallace.

ANDREW:
It's all here.

All $33,000.
Everything I own.

Just shut up and give it to me.

I need to know you're going
to follow through.

I need my life back.

I guess you're not
a religious man.

Resurrection takes faith.

That's it.
Go, go, go!

In 48 hours
you'll have your life back.

STELLA:
I took a job at
an accounting firm

back in Madison.

Go, go!

(tires screech, car horn honks)

(indistinct chatter)

Drop the weapon!

OFFICER:
We got him covered.

STELLA: So I spent most
of my work hours on these IRC

hacker channels,

and there was an amazing one
called Lion's Archive.

That's where I met him.

Lion's Archive.

Stand back!
Hold it.

MUNDO:
If you have the shot, take it.

OFFICER:
Drop your weapon!

Stand back or I'll shoot!
Put the gun down!

(grunts)

Go, go, go.
Move, move, move.

MUNDO:
Andrew, tell me
that right hook

has seen the inside
of a boxing ring.

Nice to meet you, Reaper.
Reaper?

You're under arrest.

I'm not Reaper,
I just get the money.

(phone buzzing)

What do you got, Krumitz?

Did anyone show up
to your sting?
Yeah, we got Reaper.

Of course, he claims
we got the wrong guy.

Let me see his face.

Stella Kaine.

It's been a while.

He was in the club.
MUNDO: Who?

That guy you just arrested.

He was helping Stella.

I got it.

The DJ.
Her mark was the DJ.

Keyser Soze!
Move.

Keyser Soze!

(quietly):
Keyser Soze.

Hey, Daniel,
why are you yelling?

Keyser Soze!

Daniel, what are
you talking about?

She Keyser Soze'd us.

S-Stella. She's our black hat.

She's Reaper.

Elijah is in the field

arresting Reaper as we speak.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.
Hey, hey,

slow down, breathe, breathe.

Reaper was just here.

Stella is Reaper.

She's got two sites.

Two businesses.

The first is
for killing civilians

and the second is
for killing law enforcement.

She's the digital killer
that we're chasing.

That's why the third witness
was never killed.

Because we stopped her before
she could finish the job.

Well, then who just walked
into Elijah's sting?

Who'd he just arrest?

Stella's lackey.

I called 911.

KRUMITZ:
Stella had a guy with her
the night she hacked Andrew.

I'll bet you,

the same guy was at the club,
along with the intended victim,

which is the third witness.

But Stella
was already in custody

when the death certificates
were filed.

You said so yourself.

Yeah, but...

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

We found time-release software
on her tablet.

I mean,
not that suspicious by itself--

lots of hackers have it--

but it could
have allowed Stella

to automatically send in
death certificates at any time.

Yes, Stella could
have set a timer

to submit the certificates
the night

before the witnesses testified,
or her lackey sent them in.

This is
Deputy Director Avery Ryan,

Stop Stella Kaine, do not let
her leave the building.

WOMAN:
I'm sorry, Deputy Director,
she's gone.

She's gone.
I want agents sweeping

every inch of D.C.

I've got to call DOJ.

Look, man, I'm sorry.

You were right.

We should have chipped Stella
when we had the chance.

Guys, I have something
to show you.

Come on.

Look.

She just swiped her credit card.

KRUMITZ:
She's so desperate
to get out of town,

she's making mistakes.

NELSON:
The cocky ones always do.

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

All right, thank you so much.

Stella Kaine.
Hands in the air.

RYAN:
Go.

Stay back.

Wow, I'm impressed.

Guess what-- I figured it out.

You lied.

You're Reaper,

which voids your
immunity deal.

Stella Kaine,
you're under arrest.

STELLA:
Okay, I'll probably
get two years

and be out in one
for good behavior.

RYAN:
Not this time, Stella.

You're looking
at 25 years to life.

What?
That's ridiculous.

Your hack resulted in

two real-world homicides.

You're looking at two counts
of felony murder.

(phone beeps)

Mm, check that out.

Hey, you're forgetting to limp.

I got a text from Elijah.

Stella's lackey

gave up Pintero's lawyer.

Elijah found Pintero hiding
at the lawyer's house.

Looks like Stella's not the
only one going to jail today.

Some days this is
just so satisfying.

I love this job.

RYAN:
Well, I made some calls.

The state of Connecticut
has officially

started the process
of bringing you back to life.

That's wonderful news.

It might take a while.

There's really no precedent
for reversing

a legally filed
death certificate.

I'm sure it's
incredibly complicated.

As far as
Dennis Booker goes,

someone might have called the,
uh, local PD and...

Your fiancé's ex-husband
won't be bothering you anymore.

I don't

know what to say...

...other than...

...thank you.

Uh...

Uh, I love you still.

For whatever that's worth.

I love you still.