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My name is Dylan Resnick.

Three nights ago,
my wife went for a jog.

She never came home.

If anyone has any information
on Alison's whereabouts,

please, come forward.

Elizabeth, Alison's mother,
and I,

we just want her home.

(rhythmic breathing)

(engine starting)

DYLAN:
Alison and I met

freshman year of high school,
and I fell in love immediately.

She is the sweetest,

most kind-hearted person
that I've ever known.

I don't know why anyone
would want to hurt her.

Ali, if you can hear me...

I love you.

I can't imagine my life
without you.

(Alison moans)

These last few days
have been hell,

and I've been looking for you.

I've been looking for you

since you disappeared,

and I'm not going to stop.

I'm going to find you.

(men talking indistinctly,
dogs barking)

Seek, seek. Seek.

MAN (over radio):
Yeah, we're going to need
a couple more units.

OFFICER:
Yeah, clear over here!

(dog whining)

OFFICER 2:
Come on, Shaky, come on now.

Nothing here!

(groans)

(grunts)

Hey, guys, over here!

What you got?

OFFICER 3:
Go this way.

OFFICER 1:
Hey, Tom, over here.

Come on, come on.

OFFICER 2: Yeah, on my way.

You pick something up?

OFFICER 1:
Yeah.

¶ ¶

Looks like Alison
Resnick's wearable

was carrying
a whole bunch of code

that the manufacturer
never intended.

Malware.

Whoever wrote this malware
is Alison's killer.

(shuddering)

Hey, keep the
change, thank you.

D.B. Russell, you are aware that

work starts at 8:00 a.m.,
not 8:13.

Yeah, I know,
I'm sorry.

Uh, there was a...

A woman.

(laughing):
A what?

You've been working at Cyber
for five months.

You haven't been
late, not once.

Now in the span of a week,
you've been late three times.

Come on, who is she?

No, no, no, no, no,
it's this winter weather.

I'm not used to it.

It's slowing me down.

Come on, there's
a spring in your step,

you got a grin a mile wide.

You, sir, are smitten.

Who is she?

Oh...

her name is Greer Latimore,

and I got to tell you, like, um,

like Nelson would say,
I'm really feeling it.

(laughs)

She's a very attractive, um,
former secret service agent.

Wow, that's impressive.

Mm.

Well, I guess that means

our plans are off for Friday.

What? Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
we're going.

Come on, you kidding me?

Cal versus Georgetown?

Friday night, two seats,
courtside.

Come on.

You should take Greer.

To watch my Bears

dismantle your Hoyas?

No, no, it's you and me, missy.

You are aware,
I never went to Georgetown.

You live a block
from the university.

Technically,

that makes
them your team.

True.
The Hoyas

versus the Bears.

They-they haven't played
since 1907.

It's gonna be huge.

I'll bring the tissue.

Trust me, you're
gonna need them.

No, I'm not.

Yes, I will win.
No, I'm gonna throw you out.

I'm gonna whoop you.

What?

I don't know, a little
something... a little wager.

A little side bet?

Come on.

You guys ready
for something new?

Krumitz found
malicious code

on Alison Resnick's
fitness band.

All right, malicious code

in a wearable.
Every time

a new device comes out,
black hats race to be

the first to hack it.

Yeah, well, maybe
you'll consider that

the next time you look at my
purchase order of gadgets.

She thinks I'm just buying toys.

I'm actually

doing research

to find and stop
the next attack.

Was Krumitz able to recover
any data from the fitness band?

Ah, not yet.
The device was damaged.

MUNDO:
The wearable's chip
was smashed and waterlogged,

but Krumitz has promised
to bring it back to life.

Well, this was not
a robbery turned homicide.

No thief would leave

a diamond ring
like that behind.

This is interesting.

Alison's cause of death--

blunt-force trauma
to the head,

but they also found
bruising on her lower back.

Traces of Propofol
in her system.

That's a sedative.

An injection site was a median
vein on her left forearm.

Our killer had access
to pharmaceutical-grade drugs

and knew where
to inject Alison

to sedate her quickly.

Target could be a doctor.

Or a veterinarian.

Alison's husband,
Dylan Resnick,

is a veterinarian.

Medical knowledge and Propofol

might make him
our prime suspect.

NELSON:
All right,

local FBI field office
imaged every device

found in the
Resnicks' home.

Cell phones,

laptops, tablets, the router.

I mean, they sent us everything.

What about
Dylan Resnick's phone?
NELSON: Yeah, well,

that's where things
get interesting.

It was powered off
for about three hours,

so, from 8:33 to about 11:30
that night.

And most people can't go without
their phone for ten minutes.

Three hours--
it's a very long time,

especially when your wife
has gone missing.

Gives you enough time
to murder your wife

and throw the body in a field.

Raven thinks that

the husband is guilty.

Did you see the way
Alison's mother, Elizabeth,

was looking at him during
his heartfelt press conference?

In cases like these,

it's the husband
more than 50% of the time.

Raven's right.

Dylan was the last person
to see Alison alive,

and neighbors heard
them fighting minutes
before Alison's run.

RYAN:
We don't have to speculate.

Resnick's devices
will lead us to the truth.

We're still
recovering data,

but we should have
some answers shortly.

Hey, guys.

I can finally name
the flavor of malicious code

on Alison's wearable.

It's spyware.

It allowed our target
to track where she was

at all times.

92% of divorce attorneys
said that their clients

have used spyware
on their spouse.

And guess who bought Alison
a fitness band for Christmas.

Her husband.

Just because

Dylan bought her the device

doesn't mean he put

the spyware on it.

Do we know how the malware
was loaded onto the wearable?

No.

No, when, where,
and how the spyware got

onto the fitness band
is still a mystery.

NELSON:
Hey, guys, check this out.

Alison's husband

is being taken in
for questioning.

KRUMITZ:
Based on

what evidence?

We're still dissecting
Alison's wearable.

Alison's from Charleston.

She's loved by everybody
in her hometown.

Police are probably scrambling.

The public's demanding
a suspect to blame.

Look at his eyes.

RAMIREZ:
He's guilty.

NELSON: He ain't guilty. He's
practically in tears, Raven.

I mean, the man just
lost his wife.

It's ironic.

The device that Alison was using

to improve her health...

it's also the same device
that's gonna allow us

to catch her killer.

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¶ 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, Krummy,
now that we got

Alison's wearable
working again,

how do we find the killer

using just the data
off the fitness band?

I'm still working
on that, Nelson.

I am open to any
piece of brilliance

you might like to offer.

All right.

(groans)

(Nelson laughs)

I give him one more day.

Who, Barry?
Yeah.

No, he's doing fine.

Man, four days in and I haven't

seen him successfully recover

any evidence

on one cell phone yet.
I'll bet you he quits.

First week's hard for everybody.

You had to adjust, too,
you know.

(clicks tongue)
Please.

I knew how to extract data off
a broken phone since day one.

And I could do that
with my eyes closed.

(snorts)

(laughing):
Okay.

Oh, really?

Okay, I see how it is, Krummy.

If you really believe
that Barry's gonna make it

through the week,
let's make it interesting.

No.

I don't feel

comfortable gambling
on the fate

of our subordinates.

Not even if the loser has to do

all the processing paperwork

for our entire
backlog of cases?

Well, I feel comfortable
with that.

All right.
All right.

It's a bet.

(Krumitz chuckles)

Barry's coming through.

I doubt it.

That handsome man...
He's nervous.

Hey, able to
find anything?

We know that Alison was a very
heavy fitness wearable user,

and I mean heavy.

She wore that thing
all the time.

RUSSELL:
Wow, look at that.

So, that thing recorded
her sleeping patterns,

workout schedule, eating habits.

Even stored medical stats.

That's amazing.

Her whole life,
right there on her wrist.

Three-axis gyroscope
that logs movement

data in real time.

That's acceleration, speed,
and direction.

Meaning we can tell when
Alison was walking, running,

or driving a car, right?

Yup, that, too, I mean,
this is everything that happened

on the night
of Alison's abduction.

At 8:29 p.m.
Alison loaded a playlist

and set her running goal
to four miles.

Then, at 8:32 p.m.,

she started jogging.

And at 8:57 p.m.,

something happened that

made her heart rate spike
and her pace quicken.

Well, when you run your pace
should quicken first,

then your heart rate goes up.

But...

that's not what happened
in this case.

Both heart rate and pace

increased at
the exact same time.

Why?

Something or somebody
scared her, right?

Well, she was sprinting hard

for almost a minute
before something caused

her heart rate to drop
at 8:58 p.m.

What's going on here

after the unknown event at 8:58?

The wearable's
still logging data,

but it's all over the place.

The wearable's accelerometer
and the gyroscope

were completely out of whack.

Because the wristband was
damaged, it went haywire.

That's why the data is skewed.

It's skewed, but it's
internally consistent, right?

World War II,
Germany, uh...

the encryption device...

Enigma machine.

Right.
Yeah.

Nazis wanted to keep info
on troop movements

secret from the Allies.

Mm-hmm, right up
until my man

Alan Turing invented
the Bombe. That's right.

The first computer ever
built, and he used it

to crack the Nazis'
cipher, by pulling

a commonly used phrase,
"Heil Hitler,"

from Enigma's daily messages.

Turing was able
to build a baseline

that broke Enigma's encryption.

(Russell laughs)

What?
A brother can't binge-watch

a little History Channel
at night?

I just figured you were the guy
who was always playing Halo

during his time off.

So, wait a minute, we're-we're
on to something here, right?

To unskew this

jumbled data,

we need to create a
baseline of known, good

wearable data to compare

to the skewed data
of Alison's band.

Which will allow us to decrypt
the jumbled fitness data

and figure out the rest
of Alison's night.

Okay, D.B., I'm walking.

Both wearables
transferring data?

Yup, just keep walking straight.

You're wobbling a little bit.

I'm not wobbling.

Yeah, a little bit.

Um, guys...

(laughs)

What is happening here?

We are calibrating data
from Alison's fitness band

and the, uh, brand-new
one over there.

Hopefully we'll get
a baseline to figure out

what happened to her.

That's good.
All right, you're good.

Come on back.

Let's take a crack

at our own version
of the Enigma code.

Okeydokey.

Here we go.

Okay.

(Russell chuckles)

All right, are you
responsible for this,

Avery Ryan?
(Ryan laughs)

Oh, look how cute he is.
What is he doing?

Is he moping around?

Just like the Cal Bear
fans will be doing

after the Hoyas mop
the floor with them.

Yes, you are very funny.
(Ryan laughs)

What's the new password, please?

(clears throat)
Unbearable.

(both laugh)

Why, I ought to...

All right, so the green points
are what Alison's damaged

fitness band recorded
while Danny was walking

down the hallway,

and the red points

are the new fitness band,

what it recorded.

How long will it
take you to use

the good data to
decode the bad?

Well, considering
the gyroscope and accelerometer

were both busted,
it's gonna be

a little bit more complicated

than simply figuring out
that the letters "ABC"

actually mean "XYZ."

Right, but the-the inner clock
had no movable parts,

so it should still be
functioning properly.

RYAN: So, even though
Alison's data

on her fitness band
is incorrect,

we can still say with certainty
that she was attacked,

murdered,
and her body was dumped

before 11:38 p.m.?

Yeah, uh, after 11:38 p.m.,

it looks like Alison
stopped moving altogether.

Probably when her body
was dumped in the field.

RUSSELL:
Which means...

that everything
that happened to Alison

after she was abducted,

happened during the three hours
her husband's cell was off.

NELSON:
Hey, Avery, check this out.

Router logs came back
with something interesting.

And, now, according
to the Internet activity

in the Resnick's house,
someone came home

after Alison was murdered.

Data look like
it was the husband.

Well, that goes against
the statement that Dylan gave

to the local police.

Raven may be right after all.

Dylan Resnick may be
our murderer.

We're going to South Carolina.

DYLAN: I don't know
how many times

I can say it,
I didn't kill my wife.

Why'd you lie
to the police?

In your official
statement,

you told them you spent

the whole night
searching for her.

Because that's what I did.

RUSSELL:
Except you didn't, Dylan.

We imaged your home router,

took a little peek
at your activity log.

Does not support your story,

and, activity logs,
unlike people, do not lie.

You see, what routers
do is they keep a log

of all the Wi-Fi devices
that connect to them.

It's like an on, off
switch, so, right here...

is the activity
in your home

during the night
your wife was murdered.

The police report
states that

your neighbors heard
you and Alison

fighting at 8:00 p.m.

At 8:34, she went for a jog.

At which point,
you shut off your cell phone,

which disconnected
from your home router.

I didn't turn my phone off.

The battery died.

I couldn't
even call Ali.

And I didn't charge it
until I got back,

after I got back
from looking for her.

Why don't you just tell us
what you did do

while your cell was off?

Ali and I fight sometimes,

and she goes for a jog
to clear her head,

but something was
different that night.

And so after I didn't
find her on her route,

I went looking
in the woods on foot.

You're lying, Dylan.

The shoes you're
wearing right now...

the same shoes you were wearing

the night your wife
was murdered,

they come with a built-in smart
chip that logs your data,

including your
step count activity.

RUSSELL: You came home
and plugged in your cell

to recharge it, right?

Well, the built-in chip
in your shoe

paired with your phone
over the Bluetooth,

and then pushed data
to the app on your cell.

When we analyzed
your cell,

the step log tell us you
weren't exactly running around

in the woods all night long.

As a matter of fact,
there was an hour here

where you barely walked at all.

Between 9:47 and 10:49

you were idle, so...

let's cut the crap, please.

Dylan, tell us where you were
and what you were doing.

I went to see someone.

My ex-girlfriend.

We're just friends.

I'm not having an affair.

Sometimes I just need someone
who will listen, and...

I've been turning to Maya
for relationship advice.

Now, if I mentioned
that to the cops,

how does that make me look?

Guilty.

I didn't kill my wife,
I swear to you.

I didn't kill my wife.

I loved Ali.

I've always loved her.

I wouldn't hurt her.

(panting)

(shouts, groaning)

(grunting):
Aah, my leg, it's...

it's broken.

Please know,
I didn't want this, okay?

I have no choice.

I'm sorry.
(groaning)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(man grunting)

I'm sorry.

Finally decrypted
all the jumbled data

from Alison's wearable.

RAMIREZ: Why are those pins
different colors?

It's a movement log
of Alison's evening.

The yellow speed graph
shows when and where

she stopped jogging,
and where she was transported

in a car for the first time.

NELSON:
And the red speed graph

leads to that GPS location.

She was there for five days

before the highway patrol
found her body.

RAMIREZ: Yeah,
but the first red pin drop,

that's the area where
Alison's heart stopped beating,

and where she died.

Yeah, Alison was at that
location for 94 minutes

before her fitness band shows
her body was moved again.

94 minutes gives you enough time
to kill her and dump her body.

Sending GPS coordinates
to Elijah.

Clear.

AGENT:
Clear.

(sighs)

We got a body.

(steady beeping)

(gasping)

Call EMS.

(gasping)

RUSSELL: Can you tell me
what you remember, Ron?

RON: I was on the last mile
of my run.

A car came out of nowhere.

I didn't even feel
the impact.

I just remember flying
through the air.

Were you able to take a look
at the car or the driver?

No.

I did hear a voice.

I think it was the guy
who hit me.

He was apologizing.

Just please know,
I didn't want this, okay?

I have no choice.

I'm sorry.

(groaning)

That's all I remember.

Then I woke up here.

Okay, hey, fellas...

these gentlemen
are gonna get you

to a hospital.

Thank you.

MUNDO:
Unlike Alison's fitness band,

Ron's was still intact.

I imaged it
and sent it back to CTOC.

All right, so Ron said

he was hit by a car
before he was abducted.

The coroner found

the same bruising

on Alison's legs
and her lower back.

Which means they were
both hit by cars.

RUSSELL: That would also
explain the spike

on her wearable data

at 8:58 p.m.

(groaning)

Vehicular blitzing.

It's a tactic used
by pedophiles.

They hit a kid,

helps incapacitate them
before abduction.

RUSSELL:
So, our target is using

these fitness wearables

to profile,

and then stalk
and kidnap people

in top physical shape, right?

That's surgical tools,
a cooler,

blood bags,

anesthetic machine,
heart rate monitor.

Ice in the cooler
is still frozen.

We must have scared
our target away.

RYAN: Well, we're either dealing
with a modern day

Victor Frankenstein,
or this is organ harvesting.

RUSSELL:
If that's the case,

then why did he leave all
of Alison's organs behind?

She must have died
before he could operate.

You know, there are
plenty of organs

that are still viable

in a body post-mortem,

so maybe they were
too damaged

from the impact of the car.

So, what are we
saying here?

That our organ harvester
is being selective

about the organs
he's chopping out to sell?

Our target is hunting.

(tires screeching)

I had to leave our donor.

What the hell happened?

The Feds busted in.

The O.R.'s burnt.

They're on to us.

We-we have to stop this.

No, no.

Bring me the next person.

No, no, Richard,

this is getting out of hand.

This isn't what we agreed...

We don't have a choice, Keith.

We're running out of time.

We have to do this.

We need to do this.

Find me someone new.

Bring them to me.

(panting)

(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

All right, where are you
with Ron's wearable?

Moments away

from pinpointing
the exact moment

it was infected with malware.

Judgment day.

How you feeling?

KRUMITZ:
Confident.

Barry's gonna come
through for me.

Once you bring
that first phone

back to life it's addicting,

like resurrecting a body
back from the dead.

I think you need to clear your
social calendar tonight, Krummy,

because, uh, you're
about to have a hot date

with a mountain of paperwork.

Hey, look at this.

Yeah.

The malware was dropped
onto Ron's wearable

two weeks ago using an NFC,
like Bluetooth.

So, that means
the black hat had to be

within 100 feet.

Where was Ron at two weeks ago?

The corner of 5th and Washington
in Rockland, South Carolina.

He was running a 10k race.

So was Alison Resnick.

The target used the race
as a hunting ground.

Yeah.

He could have waited along

the race route
and forced malware

on any fitness band
that went past.

NELSON:
And anybody with a wearable

could have been
his next victim.

Our target's hitting people
with cars, right?

Correct.

Means the wearable would show
an odd sequence

of metrics
at the moment of impact.

Both Alison and Ron Bechtel's
heart rates increased rapidly

when they realized that
they were being chased, huh.

Then, boom.
The vehicles hit them,

and they're transported
in the car.

This anomaly...

It's the same for both.

NELSON:
It's like finding the same

fingerprint at two crime scenes.

I'll put a flag
on the fitness network.

If we get another anomaly
like our first two,

it'll send us
an immediate alert.

RYAN: All right,
something about this

isn't adding up.

Organ harvesting
is a huge business.

There are sites

on the Deep Web that bring in

millions of dollars every year.

Supposedly,

over 100,000 people
in the U.S. alone

are legally waiting
for an organ,

so some of them
must get desperate

and go on the
Deep Web's Red Market

looking for a miracle.

The classic supply doesn't
meet demand scenario.

But our target isn't
trying to meet demand.

He's very specific
about choosing his victims.

Yeah, he's only
going after people

in the best
physical shape.

It's not about quantity,
it's about quality.

But organ harvesters
don't care about quality.

In the Deep Web,
an organ is an organ.

They just find one and sell
it to the highest bidder.

RYAN:
But that isn't what

our target's doing.

All right,

so both of our victims,
Ron and Alison,

they had the same
blood type, right?

Right, B positive.

Both of them.

Organ harvesters don't care
about blood types.

They only care about getting
as many organs as they can,

from as many people as they can.

It's weird, it's like
it's not a business,

it's personal.

No, I agree.

Yeah?

Send us the coordinates.

Krumitz just got a hit
on the fitness band database.

Our target's taken
another victim, Karen Carter.

MUNDO All right, I got the
wearable's GPS coordinates.

We can track Karen.

They're on the move.

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

AGENT:
FBI!

Freeze!
Stay right there.

Stay right
where you are.

Slowly, turn off the ignition.

Throw the keys outside the car.

Where is she?

(indistinct radio transmissions)

Karen Carter, where is she?

Who?

Hands on the wheel.

The tarp.

Remove it.

(sighs)

Avery, the target knows
we're tracking his exploit,

sent us on a wild goose chase.

Karen Carter could be on
an operating table right now.

We're running out of time.

Please.

I was just married.

My husband...

he has money.

We can pay you
whatever you want.

Shh...

Money's not gonna save my wife.

(whimpering)

I'm sorry, Karen,

but I need you.

(crying)

Shh...

KEITH:
We shouldn't do this.

We shouldn't do
this, I mean,

m-maybe the network
will come through.

RICHARD:
If there was any possibility,

any possibility that
that phone would ring,

I would stop right now,

but we both know that's
not gonna happen.

I don't want more blood
on my hands.

I can't do this alone, Keith.

I need to know
that you're on board.

The only thing that matters
now is Sarah.

(woman coughing)

Hey.

Keith.

Hi, beautiful.

Hi, I'm sorry we-we didn't
mean to wake you.

You need to rest.

What are you boys
fighting about?

(sighs)

(whispering):
Nothing.

Nothing.

You're a terrible liar,
you know that?

(chuckles)

I know what you're up to.

You called in some favors
to get me higher on the list.

And I appreciate it, but...

...it's enough.

No.

Yeah.

No, it's not.

Enough of all
the hushed conversations.

Enough of everybody
worrying all the time.

Dad.

(sighs)

I'm tired.

I lost your mother to this.

Honey, I...

I'm not gonna lose you, too.

Daddy...

let me go.

(sighs)

Just... just relax, baby.

Just sleep.

All right, thanks, bud.

Where are we at
with Karen's wearable?

Krumitz says that

the fitness band malware

is a custom script,

definitely domestic in origin,

but otherwise a big,
fat dead end.

I just sent images of our third
victim's devices back to CTOC.

Okay, we've got the full image

of our third victim's
fitness band and cell phone.

KRUMITZ:
There it is.

The same anomaly

we saw on Alison
and Ron's wearables.

Tells us Karen was hit by

our target's car
at 2:35 p.m.

Okay, I'm gonna cross-reference
that timestamp

with the wearable's GPS map.

All right.

Karen was abducted on the corner

of Chester Avenue
and Ashford Street.

RYAN: Well, our first two
victims were taken at night,

and our last victim was taken
in broad daylight.

So, our target's
taking risks.

They're changing
their plan.

They're on a clock.

The organ's intended recipient

could be nearing death.

Which means they've been sick
for a very long time.

They could have gone
through legitimate channels,

trying to get an organ,

and finally given up hope.

If you need an organ,
first step

is to register with NORD,

National Organ
Recipient Database.

Our sick person
might be on the NORD list.

NELSON: Anything on
Karen Carter's cell phone?

KRUMITZ:
A bunch of apps,

nothing exciting,

just calendar, e-mail, text...

Wait, wait, she's got a jogging
app that's still running.

Okay, this jogging app
connects over Bluetooth to chips

built into user's sneakers,
means Karen was wearing

chipped running shoes
when she was abducted.

Now, can we track them?

Unfortunately, no,

smart sneakers don't have GPS.

The only way they
can dump the data

is to be paired
with her phone,

but that would have
to be near the sneakers,

and not in FBI custody.

(thumps)

MAN:
Hey, Barry, you did it.

All right, Barry.

Way to go.

Really?

All right, that was
the network admin at NORD.

Get this, about a month ago,

their intrusion detection system

flagged an attempted hack.

Someone tried to move

a loved one's name
up the list?

Yes and no.

Turns out there's
no actual waiting list.

It's an algorithm that pairs
donors with recipients

based on body size, blood type
and geographic location.

You said attempted hack,
they weren't successful?

Booted off the system
before they could do any damage.

Used a spoof I.P. address.

Totally anonymous.

Not totally anonymous.

I'm guessing that our hacker
is Alison's killer.

So, plan A was to rig
this NORD algorithm.

When that didn't work,
it escalated to abduction.

Any digital dust left
in the network hack?

No, but...

based on the algorithm,
I can tell you

which part of it the hacker
was trying to adjust.

Our target is shopping
for a kidney.

Okay, that is a list
of 120,000 people

from the National Organ
Recipient Database,

and the almighty Krumitz

is about to whittle
it down to just one.

Excuse me, Almighty? (scoffs)

Elijah said a new person
is added to the list

every 12 minutes,

so move along.

Well, we know our person
needs a kidney,

so that cuts our pool

down to...

104,000.

RAMIREZ:
Well, we know more than just

the organ they're after.

We know that the blood type

of the recipient is B positive.

And the state they live in.

Narrowing down by blood type

and all states
surrounding South Carolina,

gets us down to...

over 3,000 people.

All right,
Avery said the person

we're looking for is desperate.

That means they would have been
waiting a long time for a donor.

Let's sort by duration.

Here's a list
of 800 people

who've been on the list
longer than five years.

It has to be one of them.

All right, guys, look at this.

20 people have been flagged

ineligible for a transplant.

Let's focus on those.

Wait, wait, no,
we don't have 20.

17 of these people
are recently deceased.

Okay, three people.

We need something, anything,

that proves they're related
to the abductions, okay?

Let's start with
their FriendAgenda pages.

Guys,
look at this post.

Sarah Walker,

diagnosed with

Polycystic Kidney Disease.

Husband, programmer,

but her father...

is a retired surgeon.

You're gonna be okay.

Do you hear me?

It's gonna be okay.

You're gonna get through this,
I promise you.

I love you.

Are you ready?

Yeah, I think so.

Keith, when I open her up,

I need to know

you can do this.

When I tell you,

I want you to put
some pressure on her abdomen.

What do you got, Krumitz?

Okay, we believe our target
is Keith Walker,

Sarah's husband
and a former programmer

at Tech Line Industries.

Yeah, we're guessing that
the surgeon is her dad,

Dr. Richard Margolin.

About three years
ago he retired

to take care
of his ailing wife.

A couple months later,
she died of complications

from Polycystic Kidney Disease.

Same genetic disease
that's killing his daughter.

We need to find Karen Carter

before they harvest her kidney
and possibly kill her.

Do we have any idea
where these people are?

No, the phones are off.

Uh, no social
media activity.

Local PD checked
their homes.

No sign of them.

Last time they popped up
was five days ago

when Sarah's father checked
her out of the hospital,

against medical advice.

Let's think this through.

They lost the operating room

that they'd setup.

So, they got to be
looking for another one.

Well, they could be
at any hospital or clinic

in a hundred-mile radius.

We need to narrow down
the search.

Okay, how?

(sighs)
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Everyone in the NORD system
is given a cell phone.

They're instructed to keep it
on them at all times.

It's how NORD alerts them

immediately if an organ
becomes available.

But Sarah is still
in the system.

That was Sarah's lifeline
for three years.

She took it with her everywhere.

There's a good chance
she's got it with her right now.

All right, got the number
for Sarah's NORD phone

from their data bank.

It's active,
location services are on.

I've got a location.

We need to make sure
that they're at that location.

They sent us
on a wild goose chase

with Karen's phone earlier.

We don't have time
to be wrong again.

KRUMITZ: What if we track
our last victim,

Karen Carter,

by her running shoes?

Krumitz,
that's brilliant.

Guys, want to fill
us in, please?

Karen Carter
was wearing Bluetooth enabled

running shoes
when she was abducted.

Those shoes pair
with an app on her cell.

Tracks step count.

If we push Karen's sneaker app
to Sarah's NORD phone,

maybe we can trick the phone

into pairing
to Karen's shoes.

It would immediately give us

Karen's location.

There's only one problem.

What?

We need to send it
to Sarah's phone.

We'd have to embed the app

in a text message
so we can send it to the phone.

The chimes could
alert our targets.

We have no choice.
Do it now.

(phone dinging)

(phone dinging)

It worked.

Nelson, you're right.
We got a location.

Carolina Outpatient Clinic.

(sirens wailing)

AGENT:
Negative. All clear.

FBI.

Put your hands in the air.

Do not say a word. Cuff him.

FBI! Hands in the air, now.

Slowly, step away
from the table.

Turn around.

Drop the knife.

You're too late.

It's done.

(steady beeping)

AGENT:
Clear.

Keep going, keep going.

Okay, now the whole floor's
blocked off.

They're alive! Both of them!

Get the paramedics in here now!

KEITH:
Sarah!

Sarah, baby, everything's
gonna be all right.

You made it
through surgery.

You just got to
hold on, okay?

It's all right now.

Hey, will you just
please let me know

when she wakes up?

Please! If you had a wife,
you would understand.

I had no choice.

Get him out of here.

Sir, please!

Sarah!

Sarah!

Karen, hi,
my name's D.B. Russell.

I'm working with the FBI.

You're safe now,
and you're gonna be all right.

You're gonna have
a hard time believing

what I'm about to tell you.

Alison Resnick,
Ronald Bechtel, Karen Carter.

Are there others out there

that we don't know about?

No, there's nobody else.

I'm sure you think

I'm some sort of monster...

but I'm not.

I'm just a father.

A father whose little girl
is gonna live

because of what we've done.

That's true.

But I wonder
how Sarah's gonna feel,

knowing that her life
was paid for with murder.

We never intended

to kill Alison.

That was an accident.

Alison Resnick
was someone's daughter, too.

It was worth it.

Take him away.

(humming)

Seriously?

It isn't enough to know

that you won the bet,

and that I have hours
of paperwork ahead.

(chuckles)

You really gonna stand
there and watch?

I just wanted to take a moment

and bask in the sweetness
of victory.

(slurping)

My main man Barry's here
to stay.

Okay.

That's for you.

All right.

Oh, my God.

Let's hear it.

I, Brody Nelson,

on this day do solemnly admit,

with clear eyes
and a full heart,

that Daniel Krumitz was right.

And?

And... I was wrong.

Why?

Come on, man, bet's a bet.

And that I should have known
better than to bet against

The Almighty Krumitz and
his main man Barry because...

(quickly):
Krummy don't play that.

What?
No, I'm sorry, what?

I can't hear you.

Krummy don't play that.

That's right, that's right.

One more time.

Man, I'm not doing it.

Okay.

All right.

(laughing)

Damn.

Let's get to work.

Okay.

What is this thing?

This thing doesn't
have a keyboard.

REPORTER: Dylan Resnick is
finally a free man,

after the recent

capture of two suspects

in the Alison Resnick

murder case.

Dylan Resnick's out of jail.

Amen to that.

He has been released,

and reunited with his
mother-in-law, Elizabeth Turner.

In other news...

You know, sometimes

humanity surprises me.

How so?

Karen, the girl
who lost her kidney...

First thing she asked
after she realized

that she was gonna be okay,

was whether Sarah
was gonna make it.

Hmm.
Cool, huh?

Okay, here, hold this.

What is this?

I thought we missed the game.

Yeah, well,
I had Nelson record it.

(whooping) All right!

(chuckles)

Ah, after this match,
ooh, your Golden Bears

are gonna get destroyed,
D.B. Russell.

Yeah, in your dreams there,

Deputy Director.

Ah, all right,
this is more like it.

(laughs)

(Ryan whooping)
No, no, no!

What is a Hoyas anyway?

You know what,
I have no idea.

Oh, no, no, no!

(Ryan whooping)