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Previously on "Eye Candy..."

- I'm working on something.
- If that's all you've got,

I wouldn't be too optimistic
about your future here at Reconnoiter.

- Who's The Insomniac?
- Connor.

- You invited him?
- We liked him, you liked him.

- Well, now, he's the main suspect.
- Don't move.

On your knees!

- Somebody set him up.
- Looks that way.

He's not our guy.

Most of the good stuff's been grabbed,

but there's some linens
in the bathroom.

But, who really wants used
linens... whoa, easy.

What the hell are you doing?
This is my apartment.

There was an ad online saying
that you were getting rid of

everything, that it... it was
okay for anyone to take what they wanted.

Where's my dog?

Boris!

Boris!

Everything was pretty much
cleared out when I got here.

You got here just in time.

We had him down to be euthanized
first thing in the morning.

But, he must have only been
here for a few hours.

Not what the records say.
96 hours, and we put 'em down.

Didn't you check the
microchip on him?

We scanned it, and the only
thing that came up was this.

Someone is playing some sick
joke on you.

You should call the police.

I am the police.

- You're The Insomniac?
- Apparently not.

- I don't understand.
- I have a complicated boss.

Hamish tends to take over when
something goes viral.

I hear when your sight gets
taken away,

the rest of your senses
get overly stimulated.

Sounds kind of erotic,
if you ask me.

Good evening, I'm Mia,
one of your servers tonight.

At transparency, all of the wait
staff are certified legally blind.

But, don't worry, J.D. here has
night vision goggles.

So, if you need anything once
you're inside,

just raise your hand and wave.

Now, if everyone would please
form a line, and place your

right hand on the shoulder of
the person in front of you.

Should I take a hint that our
second date is in the dark?

This way, you really have to
listen to what I'm saying.

And not get distracted by how
beautiful you are.

Thanks.

- Wait, did you just touch me?
- Maybe.

Okay, do it again.

Shut up! Get out!
I just can't stand this.

I feel like I've entered some
other person's body.

So, the dark definitely makes
your hearing more sensitive.

I'm glad you brought me here.

I always wanted to try this
place.

Yeah, it's actually kind of
thrilling.

I gotta go to the bathroom.
I'll be right back.

You're leaving me alone in
the dark.

You poor boy.

- Toilets are that way.
- Thank you.

What do you say we have
another drink when I get off work?

I better get back to work.

You see where I left my goggles?

There you are.

Waiting for your date.

That was quick.

It's time someone taught your
little boyfriend a lesson.

So, how was it having your
fifth sense back?

Writing all those bad things
about Lindy and I.

This is crazy, how are we
even expected to cut our food?

Let's see what he writes
about this.

Why so quiet now?

That laugh.
How am I supposed to concentrate?

Connor?

Connor?

Help! Help!

My girlfriend is choking,
somebody help me, please!

No.

This has to go down as one of
the all-time worst dates ever.

Slow down.

Slow down?

I think I have the right to be
the slightest bit riled up.

My date turned into a three-way
with a madman.

We could have been killed!

I finally meet this hot guy
who's kind and incredibly

present and emotionally
available.

You know how hard that is to
find in this city?

And for what?

So he can be served a woman's
tongue as an appetizer.

You think I'm gonna get another
date after that?

And you saw nothing?

The police asked me all this.

The point of the restaurant
is that it's dark,

as in pitch black.

That poor woman.

Do you know how long a tongue
actually is?

I'll never get that visual out
of my head.

Here, sweetheart.

It's lavender and chamomile,
plus my grandmommy's secret ingredient.

It'll calm you down.

Wow, that's strong.

It's the secret ingredient.

Whiskey chaser.

What I need to know
specifically... was he after me,

Oliver, or that woman?

We don't know yet. The victim matches
the profile, but all of you do.

I mean, you met Oliver on
Flirtual, right?

Yes, but that was weeks ago, before
any of this psycho, insane madness.

I should call him, right?

Calling would be good.

Apologize?

You said the woman had an
annoying laugh?

News flash, it's called being
from New Jersey.

But, that doesn't merit a
death sentence.

- Maybe he was sending you a message.
- Message?

Would it be clearer if he cut
off your fingertips?

That's cute.
Because I'm a writer?

Because of my articles?

Writing is a generous term.

Saying bad things about bad people,
it doesn't always end well.

Maybe you shouldn't have
written them.

Well, I didn't write all
of them.

- Then, who did?
- Hamish.

One of my employees was
almost butchered.

- I feel it's only right.
- A serial killer party?

- You're out of your mind.
- It's not a party for him.

It's a celebration for the
people of New York, to show this

lunatic that he can't hold the
city hostage.

By throwing a party in
protest, you're simply provoking

him... apart from not being in
exactly good taste.

I'm sure that's not the first
time you've been accused of that.

That is you, isn't it?
Leaving the crime scene?

- Didn't you date Reese Hennessey?
- How do you know that?

That's what I do.
I dig up the truth.

It's becoming clear to people that
the killer is obsessed with you.

I find that fascinating.

As do you. She does know
that you're using her, right?

Yes.

Just like I'm using them to find
the killer of the man that I loved.

Yeah, when it comes right down to
it, it's all... rather touching.

All in this together.

So, the party's happening,
whether you like it or not.

Try to shut me down, and it'll
make for some really good press.

- I think we should use this.
- How?

Serial killers are narcissists.

What kind of self-respecting narcissist
would miss a party in his own honor?

She has a point.

We record the identity of every
person who walks through the door.

If the killer takes the bait,

we can use all the data from
the crime scene...

Cell phone records, security
footage, GPS logins,

and see if there are any patterns.

This might be the only time
Hamish tries something like this.

We grant him a permit on
one condition.

We control the venue.

I know just the place.

Are you out of your thin
blue minds?

New York magazine just listed
IRL under the "What's Hot" column.

I mean, how long do you think
that will last

when they find out that the NYPD
is skulking around every corner?

They're called undercover
cops for a reason.

Undercover?

Do you see the way these guys
are dressed?

Sophia, Hamish is throwing
this party one way or another.

Okay.

If you really think this will
help catch him...

I'll do it, under one condition.

Not so much a stitch of
polyester walks through that door.

Sergeant?

Everything okay?

Wanted to check in with you.

Is this a new touchy-feely
management approach?

Or is this because tomorrow will
be the one-year anniversary?

Just because he's gone silent,
doesn't mean he's not a threat.

We messed up.

You think I don't regret
that day?

Letting Bubonic get away was
the biggest mistake

the Cyber Crimes Unit has ever made.

Stay alert.

All security cameras are online.

We have eyes on the entire club.

Shaffer's on the main floor.
Amanda's on the dance floor.

Hey.

Everyone is locked down here.

Boys and girls are in place.

You all right?

You've seemed distracted
all day.

Yeah, I'm fine.

An old friend's in town.
Not a good thing.

You wanna talk about it?

It's nothing to worry about.

Why don't I believe you?

Believe me.

And look, as far as this goes, I
don't want you to get your hopes up.

It's unlikely he'll show.

It just feels good that we're
actually doing something.

Here.

I wanna be able to talk to you
wherever you are, okay?

Okay.

And whatever happens,
be careful.

If he wanted to kill me,
I'd be dead already.

That's my girl.
Ever the optimist.

Oliver isn't going to show.

Why would he show?

You mean, because he almost
ate a tongue that wasn't yours?

You think you're funny?
That's not funny.

And is Yeager gonna follow
us all night?

They're called undercovers.

Okay, your partner is lurking at
the bar like an undertaker.

He's giving people the creeps.

Most guys who stare at my ass for
that long at least buy me a drink.

I'd rather stare at your ass
than your face.

You're a public employee.

Are you even allowed to say
stuff like that?

Guess he does like you.

You came.

Thanks.

Well, the serial killer's
already tried to serve me dinner,

I figure he owed me a cocktail.

Look who's here.

He just keeps showing up,
that one.

This is what happens when you
blow people off.

I didn't know what to say.

You haven't told him yet,
have you?

About Ben?

Any of it?

Where am I supposed to start?

That I'm basically the reason
he got arrested?

Well, at least now we know
that he's innocent.

- I mean, you could always...
- Stop.

Sophia, no, I'm...
I'm not ready.

Well, you better wrestle him
into the friend zone quick,

because, girl, he is bound
to find out eventually.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I'm really sorry I haven't
gotten back to you.

I get it, okay?
It's okay.

I ruined your surprise birthday
with a really big surprise.

I just want you to understand that
my being arrested was a mistake.

I know.

Must have really freaked
you out.

A little.
Yes.

What's going on?
We just lost the feed!

Everything okay? We just lost the
connection with the Cyber Crimes Unit.

Well, get it back up.

I'm not sure if it's us or them.

Someone's blocking the signal.

Thanks.

One club soda.

Thanks.

I'm helping Sophia throw this thing,
I need to keep my wits about me.

I know all this has been
crazy, but I hope this clears

things up, and that maybe
we could start again.

Things are a little upside-down
for me right now.

Okay.

This has nothing to do with
you, honestly.

I'm getting over an unexpected
breakup,

and I thought I could
move on, but I'm not ready.

- Sorry.
- Sure.

No one can force their way out
of heartache.

It's all good.

- Friends.
- Wait.

It is bad luck to toast
without alcohol.

I don't believe in bad luck.

- Friends.
- Friends.

Pretty face.

- Excuse me?
- I said you got a pretty face.

Well, at least before I smash it
to bits on the concrete.

What?

You think I don't know that you're
sleeping with my girl, right?

You've made a mistake, man.

I started a Flirtual account.
It's right here, look.

That? Mistake?
That's you, that's you!

- It's not... it's not me.
- That's... that's... that's you!

- That's you, man.
- Look, it's photoshopped.

- Now, back off, I'm a cop.
- You don't wanna know what I am.

What happened to the music?

Hello, kiddos!

Now, for the entertainment
tonight.

Let's play a game where you can
win one million dollars.

A million dollars.
Is this a joke?

I don't think so.

Rules of the game:

Number one, play now or leave.
Number two, the gameplay

continues until all the money
is won.

Number three, leave before the
game is over, everyone loses.

You have one hour.
Good luck, kiddos!

- What the hell is going on?
- I don't know.

Maybe it's Hamish.

I'm gonna go find Tommy.

- You seen Tommy?
- No.

- What is this?
- It's legit.

You download the app, take a
picture of yourself performing

the dare, and get the money deposited
directly into your bank account.

I just made 500 bucks.

Go to the security office
and see if this is malware.

If it is, where it's
communicating.

You think this is the killer,
don't you?

Where did he get a million
dollars is more the question.

Okay, I'm on it.

Guys, I just made 250 dollars!

Honey, I'm not that cheap.

I could use the cash.

I don't want our first kiss
to be for money.

What's wrong?

I smell something.

Is it me?
I showered before I came out.

I always shower before I come
out.

It's not my breath, is it?

No, it's from that night.

What, our death date night? We
promised not to talk about that.

I told the police that while
you were gone,

someone sat down opposite me.

I thought it was you,
but it was him.

- It was the killer.
- Come on.

Dare you to give away your
underwear.

Collect 1,000 dollars.

My bank just alerted me that there
was unauthorized access to my accounts.

Someone stole a million dollars.

See what happens when you make a
sociopath the guest of honor at your party?

Karma.

I like my money. I worked
really hard to get my money.

Then, he knew where it would
hurt.

Okay, how 'bout this?

How 'bout I hire you
to get it back?

Find out who he is.

So you can make millions more

splashing the story across
the Internet?

Come on, don't you wanna know
who he is?

Yes, but I'm not for hire.

You sure about that?

Lindy, you're gonna want to
hear this.

You smelled him?

I guess because the
restaurant was dark,

my sense of smell was
on some kind of overdrive.

It's that whole sensory deprivation thing,
the other senses kick in.

Okay, but there are, like,
over 500 people here.

I didn't realize it then.
I didn't realize it at all,

but he had a distinct smell.

Like cologne?

More like a perfume or an oil.

I knew it.
I knew it could be a woman.

Women can be serial killers too.

Connor, I'd say serial killers
are a breed upon themselves.

Yeah, and they're called
cray-cray.

Oliver, can you describe
the smell?

It could be soap.
It's like, damp, like leaves.

- Right.
- Earthy, but lighter, sweeter.

Yeah, that sounds super
repulsive and killer-like.

- Then the killer is here.
- I knew he'd come.

Hello, Tommy.

Sorry you have to miss the
party.

Let the games begin.

Dare you to lick the sole
of a shoe.

Collect 10,000 dollars!

Hey, beautiful.

Help me make ten-grand,
those shoes look tasty.

Yeah, sorry, I've got really
big feet.

I can handle it.

- Okay, really?
- Really.

- All right, easy, man, easy!
- Back off!

God, what a creep.
Thanks.

This is getting out of hand.
I need to find Tommy.

Take her to the security office,
I'll meet you there.

He's one of the cops that arrested
me, but I guess you already knew that.

What's going on?

- Jake...
- Are you a cop, too?

- No.
- Then what?

What's going on?

I was in love with a cop.

He was murdered by the Flirtual
killer.

I'm so sorry.

We think he's here, we think
he's behind this game.

- How?
- Come on.

Here you are,
at my little party.

Think you know me?
That you can catch me?

You got away from me once
before, but not again.

George, what do you got?

All the party guests' mobile
phone numbers

are connected to wi-fi and routed through a
Volp connection

controlled by a master app on the primary.

Or, what I would call
the atom phone.

So, you're absolutely sure

that whoever's controlling the
game is here, in the building?

He has to be.

Okay, we need to contact the Cyber Crimes
Unit and tell them what's going on.

They're offline, we can't
get through.

There's something else.

I hate when sentences start
like that.

I've examined the malware
being used to run the game...

The ttps, everything.
You're gonna wanna take a look.

I've seen this behavioral
profile before.

- Yes, you have.
- This isn't the Flirtual killer.

Bubonic.

Bubonic?

Wait, isn't that like a
plague or something?

He'd like to think so.

He's a hacker, but no one knows
who he is.

Wait, this is my house. Okay,
no one messes with my house!

Are you saying some cracked out
geek is behind all of this?

He wasn't just any hacker.

He was one of the best
in the world.

Protesting here and there,
coordinating multiple botnets

using low orbit lon Cannon
attacks, taking down the

websites from religious fanatics
or white supremacists.

And then, one day, he turned
bad, perpetrating a string of

violent attacks that culminated
in shutting down the traffic

power grid in the nation's
capital.

17 car accidents in two minutes.

19 people died and 68 were
injured.

And you know him?

I was going to work for him
once.

Excuse me.

What the hell are you doing?

Rules say no one leaves.

So, no one leaves.

I'm not losing my money.

With a temzee assigned to the
atom phone, I can triangulate

its location to within one foot
using a directional antenna.

The problem is...
Antenna's in my truck.

Tell me where it is. I'll get
it, just tell me where it is.

No, we'll go together.

He'll be tapped into the
security cameras.

Remember, no one can leave.

Go out the window in the
boiler room.

Security camera's on the Fritz.

Boy.

This way.

Which way?
I don't know, I thought I

just smelled it again,
but it's gone.

Dare you to punch someone,
25,000 dollars!

What the hell?

Boiler room's down there.

No.

Come on, there's no time.

Oliver?

Oliver, watch out!

- Whoo, I just won 25 G's!
- Excuse me.

You just punched my date.

- What's happening?
- Okay, careful.

- You might have a concussion.
- Where's Lindy?

The party's on lockdown,
no one goes in or out.

You don't understand. This isn't
the Flirtual killer doing this.

Then who?

Bubonic.

Wow, it's hot in here.

Over there.

Jake? Jake?

When did he contact you?

Last night.

And you didn't think to
share this with me?

I was hoping it wasn't him.

Well, I guess we can know
for sure now, can't we?

We have to go in there,
we have to shut this down.

We can't.

Someone called in a bomb threat,
and now, I know why.

No.

No, no, no, he can detonate
it at any time if we interfere.

The bomb squad is taking over.

There is nothing you can do
here.

We go back to the Cyber Unit
and we try and make contact.

Jake!

Okay, what do we got?

Okay, it looks like a...
Yep, it's a bomb.

What kind of bomb?

Guys, it's no use.

C-4, it could be...

Yes, C-4, it's a trigger,
and if we tamper with it...

Don't tamper with it!

I signed up for a serial
killer, not a mass murdering

play-guy who wants to blow up
my club.

You said everything would be
okay.

This is so not okay.

The numbers going down are
six digits.

It's the money being given away.
It's tied to the game.

And the other?
Degrees Fahrenheit.

It's the temperature of the oil
in the boiler.

The more they play, the more
money is being paid out of the

game, the higher the temperature
rises.

And when the pressure gets
too high, it will blow.

You're gonna get me out of
this, right?

Yeah, I promise.

There has to be a way to
disarm it.

You mean, disarm them.

They're the fuse.

Dare you to cut off a finger.

Collect 50,000 dollars.

What the hell is going on
in there?

Do it! Do it! Do it!
Do it! Do it!

- No, stop!
- Get off me, man.

We've got a problem.

We've got a really big problem.

Tommy?

Tommy? Tommy, can you hear me?

I'm routing through George's
satellite phone.

Lindy? You okay?

Yeah, what happened
to your face?

It was a...
Bubonic specialty.

We're out of time.

He's running the whole game
from an atom phone.

If we find it, we find him,

and we can clawback the money
and stop the game.

I took the wireless router
used by the club's credit card

point of sale system, and with a
minor adjustment, voila.

One-directional wi-fi antenna.

Do you think it'll work?

It better.

You ready?

You be careful now.

Okay, he's on the move.

You should be right on top of
him... now.

There's no one here.

Wait, he's below us.

Steal their phone, steal their money.

How 'bout you give us
your phones?

Lindy?
What the hell's going on...

Lindy!

I'm in the stairwell.

At the bottom, there should
be two hallways.

He's down there.
What happened?

- I lost Yeager.
- Then, pull back.

I don't want you going down
there alone.

You have no idea how dangerous
Bubonic is.

Yes, I do.
Somebody's gotta do it.

Lindy, no!
You're going out of range.

Lindy!

Lindy!

Happy anniversary,
detective Calligan.

What's it feel like to have
someone you care about trapped,

and there is nothing you can
do about it?

Don't you hurt her.
Don't you hurt her!

No!

Jake?

Don't worry, he's fine, Lindy.

Just thought we should chat
in private.

- It's good to see you again.
- Why are you doing this?

I thought it was time you found
out who you're really working with.

They're murderers.

You're the murderer.

No, I'm a patriot.

A truth teller.

You have no idea what they did.
You see, I scared them.

Scared the government until they
arrested the only thing I have ever loved.

They tried to pry my identity out
of her, but my girl wouldn't talk.

You think she was strong,
but really, she was just...

Alone and scared.

Scared of what your Cyber Unit
was going to do to her.

She hung herself in her cell
the next morning.

She used shoelaces.

He didn't tell you that
little bedtime story, did he,

your detective Calligan?

They're hiding something from
you, Lindy.

People like you and me, people
who don't follow their rules,

we'll always be the enemy
to them.

And, I am sorry if I've turned a little
bitter and done some nasty things.

It's that I... I am really,
really mad.

Now, the reason why
everybody turns bad for a price.

What's yours?
Catching me, or...

Saving the day?

Do you know anything about
my sister?

No.

I'm sure we'll be seeing each
other real soon.

George, I've got the phone!

Sending you the specs,

call back the money!

You lose.

We are never throwing
a party together again. Never.

All right,
everyone, please, to your left.

She's gonna be okay, yeah,
she'll be okay.

Thanks.

Thanks for saving my life.

Thanks for saving everyone's
lives.

My pleasure.

Hey, um, you wanna make
250 bucks?

Sure.

Hey.

I left my phone inside the club.

I'll go.

I am so happy you're alive.

I'll be right back.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I think so.

What happened in there?
Did you see him?

- Bubonic?
- No.

I just found the atom phone,
he was long gone.

Well, Bubonic by his nature
is a liar.

Deceptive.
You know that, right?

Why did he do it?

Maybe he and the Flirtual
killer are connected.

Now, that's what I call a party.

And my money?

Back in your account.
Thanks for the loan.

- Remember, you owe me one.
- Wasn't that the point?

You're not afraid?
You should be.

You all should be.

Oliver?

Oliver?

Oliver?

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