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- In the nation's largest city,

the vicious and violent members of the underworld

are hunted by the detectives

of the Organized Crime Control Bureau.

These are their stories.

- Curtis McCrary, FBI.

- Junior Suarez's DNA was found at the murder

of a HOA president?

- I'm glad that bitch got killed.

- Must be some mistake at the lab.

And these walls? They move for no man.

- Inmates that get a request for a hit from the outside,

so then they earn an unofficial furlough.

- Junior Suarez, he gets paid for one hit

when none of the other convicts get paid for theirs.

So the money that he sends his sister

had to have been earned from somewhere else... where?

- What can you tell me about your attacker?

He knew my name.

- When he was done, he took a selfie.

- We're looking at some kind of market for revenge rape.

- I had nothing to do with Maria being attacked.

- OC is working two murders.

DNA from both scenes matches one of our rapes.

Maria Varga.

- I think you and I are working the same case

from opposite ends.

- Okay, partner.

Olivia Benson, meet Rachel Lee Sprague.

- Your HOA lady. - Mm-hmm.

- Talk about an outlier.

- 57-year-old female, Staten Island,

murdered by a BX9 inmate, Junior Suarez,

who goes on to rape your nanny.

- Okay, uh... - Smells bad, doesn't it?

- Uh, yeah, it does.

Kind of like a cop who hasn't showered in a couple days.

- Hmm.

Well, look, you know, I just...

Where did that end?

- You talk to the neighbors?

- Mm-hmm. They all hated her.

- Why? - Power trip.

You know, she was a stickler,

so she was fining people left and right

about the small stuff in fractions.

My mother, Detective Bernie,

thinks that she was acting out,

she was in pain because she'd recently lost her husband.

- You're wearing your wedding ring again.

- I'm not Rachel Lee Sprague. I found it in a drawer.

And don't do that.

You're doing that with the eyes,

with the head cock and the dime-sized pupils.

- It's called empathy.

I saw her.

Kathy.

- Okay. Where?

- Over there,

sitting down in a... hospital gown.

Just kind of, like, waiting to be interrogated.

Well, maybe she wanted to interrogate you.

- I'm not losing my mind.

- Okay.

Well, El, you know,

if there's, um, one thing that I've learned

after all these years, it's that, um...

if we don't deal with our trauma, the world will.

- I'm not a victim.

- But you are a survivor.

And sometimes, that's just as hard.

- We need to find out

who paid Suarez to do these things.

So let's head back up to Green Haven.

- Good. - Good.

In the meantime,

I would get some sleep.

- Yo, yo, why you making a mess?

- 'Cause we know you had a cell phone in there somewhere.

- We're not allowed.

- So this girl...

your DNA is all over her rape kit.

- Yo, this is my home, man! Take it easy!

- Yo.

How'd you get the job to rape her?

There it is. You see that? - I certainly did.

Like a little boy who just stole a 20

out of his mama's purse.

- What are you gonna do? I'm already in jail for life.

- Junior, who paid you?

- I was moonlighting.

Like you cops do when you work security at Walmart.

- Found something.

- That's not mine. - It's not?

No?

- Well, then you won't mind if we take it with us.

- Let's go to the prison library,

check out the computers.

- Yo, yo, yo, yo!

My parole documents are in there, man!

- I already took your eye.

Don't make me take your tongue, too.

Captain Benson.

- 100 or so open rapes

perpetrated by known BX9 recruiters.

Oscar Papa put the hit out on me.

- I'm sorry you were hurt... - Mom!

- It pains me more that your son was traumatized...

- If you say one more word about my son,

it will be your last.

- You are like ASMR for the soul.

- Is there a problem?

- We were just on Questlaw, doing legal research.

- Yeah, well, that's gonna have to wait.

- Who are these guys?

- Well, this charmer right here

likes to decorate trees with women's misery.

- Were you why I had to go up to Woodstock and get Noah?

That who you are?

- Huh?

Keep doing what you're doing.

- Yeah?

Hey! Elliot.

Stop.

- Captain, I'm glad you got somebody who cares for you.

You deserve that.

- I wish you hadn't done that.

- If someone tried to kill me... - I'd kill him.

- Well, then, compared to you, I showed remarkable restraint.

- He gave me his word. Noah is safe.

Protect the case, not me.

He gave you his word? Okay.

Look, these guys are not gonna tell us who hired 'em.

- Neither can Rachel Lee Sprague.

- All right, well,

while Jet is working the computers,

maybe Bell can meet with the one person who cantalk...

Your rape victim.

- Sarge, Maria Varga's here.

Rape vic Benson sent us.

- Yeah, let her in.

Hi, Maria. I am Sergeant Bell. Have a seat.

Did SVU tell you why we wanted to meet with you?

- Captain Benson said

there might be a break in my rape case.

What's it have to do with organized crime?

- Well, we have reason to believe

that what happened to you

may have involved money changing hands.

- Are you saying someone paid to have me raped?

- And we want to stop it from happening to someone else.

- If I showed you some pictures,

would you be able to point out the man who attacked you?

- That's him. That's the man who raped me.

He didn't even try to hide his face.

- That's very helpful. Thank you, Maria.

- The original detectives said

that there was some sort of mix-up at the lab,

that the DNA on my kit belonged to some guy in prison.

- Yeah, he was in prison and they let him out.

- To hurt me?

- That's what we're investigating.

- I'm really sorry.

I know this is difficult,

but is there anybody in your life,

maybe a man you rejected,

that would've paid to see you raped?

- I told SVU there are no men in my life.

- Well, SVU mentioned that

you had a sexual relationship with your previous employer.

- Yeah. Derek. We slept together once.

- Is there any reason he might want to hurt you?

- Maria ID'd Junior Suarez as her rapist,

but she's never met the guy before.

- We already know that Suarez didn't get this job

out of the Green Haven whisper network.

He got it from an outside source,

so the question is how and who?

- What about the guy Maria nannied for?

- Derek Scully? - Mm-hmm.

- SVU interviewed him. He denied it.

- Yeah. Jet, did we get anything off the phone

that we found in Suarez' cell this morning?

- Some Bitcoin transfers. 25k.

- The Bitcoin, he turned it into cash

and gave it to his sister.

- Where'd the Bitcoin come from?

- All anonymous. Went through a mixer.

- Pretty sophisticated for a mid-level banger.

- How 'bout the computers

that we got out of the Green Haven library?

- Drives are clean, mostly.

Prison system puts censorship protocols on all its computers.

- Anything else? - Yes.

Some enterprising, young banger jerry-rigged the port.

Probably used for an external hard drive

to bypass proxy servers.

- That's how they got to the internet.

- Mm-hmm. - Email, social media?

- Anything and everything. - So Junior Suarez might've

gotten the job to rape Maria online after all.

- Mm.

- Whelan and I can head back to Green Haven,

try and find that external drive.

- I think it's long gone. Suarez knows we're onto him.

But...

How 'bout if we approach this from the opposite end?

Meaning?

- Get Derek Scully's computer

to see if he had contact with Suarez.

- What do you say?

- We're gonna need an electronic search warrant.

- Mm-hmm. - So I'll reach out to the ADA.

You two, I need you to pay a visit to the Scullys.

- I don't understand. You want Derek's computer?

- Not just his.

We're here for every laptop, iPad, phone in the house.

- We'll also be stopping by your office

and confiscating your devices as well.

- A'ight, come on in. - May I see the warrant?

- Yeah. You can show us where to look

or we'll be happy to redecorate.

- You should see the last place.

They tore that thing down to the studs.

- I already told SVU

I had nothing to do with Maria's rape.

- He was here with me all night.

- Well, that may be true,

but somebody paid for Ms. Varga to be raped.

- Mm-hmm, since we have no other suspects...

- What, you're just here to destroy our family?

- Derek, why don't you make this easier

on your wife and kids and come talk to us in the car?

- So you can arrest me?

- So you're saying there's a reason for that?

- Look, this whole thing

is straight out of some kind of nightmare.

It's clear someone's setting me up.

You think I wanted to get Maria raped?

- Considering your recent affair.

The anger you must've felt when it ended...

- Stop!

You don't need to take Derek's computer or his iPad.

You can just take mine.

- To be clear,

my client is in no way associated with BX9,

a murder-for-hire scheme in Green Haven,

or a Junior Suarez.

- We're not saying she is.

She's just a normal, everyday wife and mother.

- As well as being an accessory to rape.

- I'm not a rapist.

I'm not, I'm not!

- That may very well be true, Ms. Scully,

but right now, you're facing a rape one charge.

- Can't you do something? - While you were home,

tucking your children into bed,

the woman who used to care for them was being raped.

- With the kids that she now nannies for

right in the next room.

- Now, that is dark, even for a sociopath.

- Where'd you get your psychology degree?

- 30 years of human depravity.

- All right, look.

We're getting ahead of ourselves here.

Ms. Scully is in possession

of invaluable material information.

- And before she spills it, you want to make a deal.

- I'm a defense attorney. That's how this works.

She talks, you give some concessions.

- What's the ask?

- Total indemnification.

- For facilitating rape? Try again.

- Okay, how about this?

She tells us everything she knows

and then we tell you how valuable it is.

- Okay.

Why did you hire Junior Suarez to rape your ex-nanny?

She slept with my husband.

- Oh, so it was purely vindictive?

- Derek and I are trying.

My life will never be the same.

- Well, neither will hers, now.

- I don't even know Junior Suarez.

- So how'd you get in touch with him?

He...

A woman at work heard me crying in the bathroom...

and she told me about a website.

It's called Shadowerk.

- Shadowerk. Umlauts.

- German?

I'm guessing this isn't a site you just stumble across.

- You need a Tor browser.

And you need to be invited.

- How's it work?

- It's like Kickstarter.

But for human depravity.

- Hmm.

- You pay in Bitcoin and a total stranger takes the job.

- So weaponized anonymity?

- To hide rape, murder.

- Whatever... you want done.

- Okay, are we satisfied?

You want indemnity?

Invite us in.

- Gretchen Scully isn't gonna be arrested, is she?

- Well, it's not my favorite aspect about the case,

but yeah, if she cooperates.

- Access to the site is key.

- I'm only asking because

I think it's better if we don't process her.

- Why?

- Because anyone who runs a murder-for-hire site

is bound to be pretty sophisticated.

- You think they might have eyes

on the NYPD booking server?

- That's what I would do if I was them.

- Noted.

- You almost in?

- Registering a username, and...

- Goodness. - Gretchen wasn't kidding.

- Uber Eats for violent crime.

- And there's a whole lot of open jobs.

Look at this.

Someone wants to break a rival cheerleader's legs.

- Is there a page for completed jobs?

Yeah, right here.

- There's Maria Varga.

- I'll let Benson know.

- And your HOA president, Rachel Lee Sprague.

- So once again, the Pareto Principle

turns out to be right.

- 20% of the perps commit 80% of the crimes.

Hang on.

Her murder was crowdfunded.

Shows nine anonymous users.

- And I think I know exactly what street they live on.

- So which one of these NIMBYS do you think is the ringleader?

- Well, obviously, we won't know

until we look at their computers,

but if I were to guess, I'd say Julius next door.

Rachel kept fining him for leaving his Hanukkah lights up.

- Oh. My neighbors hate when I do that.

- And you wonder why

your invite to the holiday party always gets lost.

- My taxes put bread on your table.

You high-stepping gestapo bastard!

Hey, I want your name and badge number!

To think it all started with an election sign.

- Trump-Biden, or?

- No, the homeowner's association.

Rachel was a bitch before she won, but afterwards?

She was an unholy terror.

- Power just went to her head.

- Yeah, we all have a Rachel in our life.

- Phyllis Jackson would've been a better choice

for HOA leadership, but, uh,

neighborhood didn't think it was ready

for a lesbian president.

- So you all had Rachel killed?

- Shadowerk.

You're familiar with it, right?

- Vinny, our treasurer, knew about it.

He's an IT guy in the city.

- Okay, so how does that work?

You get together at a barbecue and start talking about murder?

- It was a Shabbat dinner.

- How much did you pitch in?

- Me? 500.

I thought it was a joke.

- Well, it wasn't.

Just ask Rachel Lee Sprague's daughter.

- Yeah. She's arranging a burial.

- Rachel had a kid? - Mm.

- I didn't know.

Am I going to jail for this?

Well, the bright side is, now you'll have new neighbors.

- Guys, it's urgent.

- I made a real-time heatmap

to track all these revenge-for-hire jobs.

- These the open jobs?

- Japan, Belgium... - A few dozen countries.

- What's with the swords?

- Katanas, the neckbeard weapon of choice.

- Neckbeard?

- Kinda guy who lurks on Reddit all day,

fingers coated in a faint patina of Cheeto dust.

- Okay, so we're not looking at an international ring

of techno-jihadists?

- My guess, based on the umlaut alone,

the guy's a total chode.

Katana with no blood means a job's been taken,

but not yet completed.

- So when there is blood, let me guess.

- Population of Kyoto just dropped by one.

This is bigger than us.

The feds are gonna have to handle the rest of the country.

- And overseas?

- Interpol. Used to deal with them a lot in Vice.

There's an agent I worked pretty closely with

on my old DEA task force.

- Make a call. - All right.

- Someone just took a job nearby.

- Throgs Neck.

- After someone's accepted a job,

what's the window of opportunity

to have that completed?

- Timer starts at 24 hours, then ticks down.

- I'm assuming bad things happen when it gets to zero.

- If it's not completed,

it just keeps getting re-listed until it is.

- Well, you and me... Let's go to the Bronx

and, uh, get there before whoever accepted it does.

- Any way to shut this thing down?

- It's decentralized,

bouncing off multiple computers.

Whoever designed it is trying really hard to stay anonymous.

- So how do we find him?

- Well, a name would help.

And there's nothing associated with the site?

- No.

But those selfies Benson mentioned,

they gotta be emailed somewhere.

- What's the matter? Coffee's no good?

- Tastes like Chock Full O' Nuts.

- Then why'd you bring us here?

- I always just cover it with sugar anyway.

- Look, Mr. Longo, someone put a hit out on you.

- Any ideas?

- I got three ex-wives.

- Okay. You want to narrow that down for us?

- Why does the NYPD care about a hit on a guy like me?

Shouldn't you be out making quality-of-life collars

like every other hump with a badge in this city?

- We're glad you hold us in such high regard.

- We're Organized Crime.

We think the hit is part of something larger.

- An online thing.

- What, you mean like Facebook or something?

- You ever hear of Shadowerk?

It's a website where people get paid for, uh,

freelance hits.

- That's stupid.

When I was coming up,

about 40 years ago,

we did hits the old-fashioned way.

- That a confession? - I'm kidding.

- Are you gonna cooperate with us or not?

- Yeah, 'cause we need to catch whoever's coming to kill you.

- So you can flip him and find out who's paying him and why.

- More or less.

- Well, how much are you gonna pay me?

- What do you mean, pay you? We're trying to save your life.

Can you believe this guy? - No.

All right, we tried.

- No! Come on, come on, guys.

Sit down, come on, relax.

Take it easy. I'll help you out.

Relax.

- You'll help us?

- What do you want me to do?

- Got a clear view of Longo's front door.

- Any other entry points?

- Just the window, but it's a long way down.

- All right. Nothing at the door. All clear.

- Yo!

You crazy. Who you talking to?

- Vladimir Putin. He lives right here.

You hear him?

- Here. It's good. My mom just made it.

- Oh, man. That's really sweet.

Hey.

Mm.

- How you holding up, Gary?

- I lost money on the Wood Memorial Stakes

out at Aqueduct, but I'm all right.

- Yo, Reyes, what's up with all the chewing?

- Some kid gave me a sandwich.

- We got a Core Global guy

pulling into the front of the building.

Shaky.

- Yeah, I'd be shaky, too,

if I was delivering packages in this neighborhood.

- It was a deal.

- I bet.

That's him. What should I do?

- You expecting anything?

- Other than a non-negligible part

of my self-esteem wrapped up in how much

this scumbag is getting paid to kill me, no.

- Well, I hate to break it to you, but it's only 2 grand.

- Jesus Christ! That's it?

- Just buzz him in.

- All right, everybody get ready to move in.

- Core Global!

- I'll sign for it.

You must be delivering that SIG Sauer P229 I ordered.

- Hey. Police. Don't move. NYPD.

- Leave it on the ground now.

- Before you end up there too. Come on.

- Do you think I can make a call?

Where am I going? - Relax.

- 2 grand? You were planning to end me for 2 grand?

What cheap son of a bitch sent you?

- Back off, back off. Relax, relax.

Son...

What's your name?

- Josh.

- Josh, you have no future in this business.

- But you can change...

what is about to happen to you.

- How long am I gonna be here?

- It's attempted murder, Josh, not the express checkout line.

- I wasn't even gonna do it. I wasn't, I wasn't!

- Mm-hmm.

So why'd you sign up for the job?

- I-I needed the money.

The ad said he kept a bunch of cash in the house.

- So you were just gonna rob the guy?

What'd you need that much cash for?

- I'm saving up. - Right. For what?

- An engagement ring.

- Well, Josh, we might be able to cut you a deal.

I'm listening.

- You got the hit through Shadowerk.

So you were supposed to take a selfie

over the victim's body, correct?

- I told you I wasn't gonna kill the guy. I wasn't!

- We know what you told us, but we want you to help us.

So you were gonna send that selfie to?

- No Bitcoin without proof, right?

- Everything goes through this guy named Hyakunin Giri.

- Japanese guy associated with a German site?

- Yeah. I guess.

- Sarge, his mother's here.

- Jail must be looking pretty good for you right about now.

See what you can find on this email account.

Some guy named Hyakunin Giri.

Where is Josh? Can I see him?

Ms. Crocklin,

we apprehended your son in the middle of an attempted murder.

- What are you talking about?

My Josh is just a kid.

- He's 27.

Do you recognize this?

- Looks familiar. - Well, it should.

Because it's registered to you.

- Josh can't remember to put his clothes in the hamper,

and you're telling me that

he stole the gun that I use for home protection

and was going to use it in some sort of murder?

- There's a website he found

that can explain some of his behavior.

Look, Josh doesn't have a record.

He's been very cooperative, so if he keeps it up,

we might be able to make some kind of deal.

- What do you need?

- His computer.

All right, cool.

- Wait. We're done here?

- Yeah. Yeah, we're good. - What? What, that's it?

You guys are leaving? - Yeah.

You'll be fine. Relax. - Yeah?

Is that what you say to all your attempted murder victims?

- Look, after this photo,

you'll be marked dead on the site.

Look.

Can't you guys put me

in witness protection or something?

- Look, Gary, like I said, the guy's in custody.

You're no longer a target, okay?

None of this rises to the level of WITSEC.

- Yeah, but my address is already out there.

Every scumbag with Wi-Fi is gonna come looking

for the money I got stashed under my mattress.

- Have you ever thought about retiring?

- Where? - You got family out of town?

- My sister in Fort Lauderdale.

- Attaboy.

There we go. All right?

Pack up.

We'll drive you to the airport.

- We're closing in on the guy,

and obviously, I'll keep you up-to-date on it.

Yeah. Look, hold on.

So Captain Benson has just informed me

they arrested four individuals

who ordered the rape of their exes on the site.

- That's great. - Yeah.

- It's official. Reyes is a paid killer.

One just popped up in Sydney.

Nothing normalizes violent crimes

like a good user interface.

- Well, according to Reyes' contact at Interpol,

the cops at Antwerp intercepted that hit in Belgium

that we came across. - This is good news.

- And where the hell have you two been?

- Whelan and I just put Gary Longo

on a flight to Florida.

- Mm. Fate worse than death.

- You get anything on that Core Global kid?

- Yeah, his computer. - And we got the email address

of the guy we sent that fake selfie to.

- Who is he?

- Name's Hyakunin Giri. And we got his IP address.

Server's located in Dublin, Ohio.

- It's like you said, though.

The guy's site is decentralized,

so it's bouncing from multiple computers.

- Well, the real question is,

is he physically in Dublin, Ohio?

- Only one way to tell.

Get a court order to surveil the physical address.

- In Ohio? - Out of our jurisdiction.

- But it's not out of McCrary's.

- Yeah, and he does owe us.

We got Uncle Sam's $2 million back.

- It's a good place to start. - Yeah. All right.

Oh!

Reyes' fake hit registered.

And 2 grand just hit Josh Conklin's crypto account,

along with a gif.

- Guess he's not just some neckbeard

trying to make a few bucks.

- No, he's a psychopath that wants to watch the world burn.

- Alamut Castle, a mountain fortress

located in what is present-day Iran.

It's legendary for its gardens,

but also known as

the fabled birthplace for modern terrorism.

Does anyone know what "Alamut" means?

- Yeah? - "Eagle's nest." In Farsi.

- Also known as the Nest of Punishment.

But, uh, this isn't about birds.

This is about one man's very dangerous idea.

Hasan-e Sabbah, the man that owned Alamut Castle,

also invented modern-day assassin.

So his legend goes he would go into the village,

recruit young men, invite them back to dinner,

and have them drugged.

And they would wake up in his lush gardens

with fountains filled with wine and nude maidens...

72 nude maidens...

- Sounds like paradise to me. - Okay.

Yeah, well, the men believed they had died

and gone to paradise.

After living like that for a few weeks,

Sabbah would have them drugged once again

and they would wake up at his table,

rudely yanked back into normal life.

And then he would offer them a way back to paradise.

Um, is anyone...

anyone able to articulate why

this was such an effective method of warfare?

Yeah, sir?

- Well, if you can convince someone

that their death has more value than their life...

- Go on.

- You create a very dangerous individual.

Well, first of all, congratulations.

Happily married and three kids, huh?

- Did not think that was on my bingo card.

- Yeah, well, I'm happy.

For you and for Carisi.

Does Liv know?

Word on the street is Carisi couldn't keep his mouth shut.

So she left me a message, but...

- So you owe her a call? - Yeah.

Um, how can I help you?

- Well, we're tracking someone who has started

a revenge-for-hire factory online.

- I'm intrigued. - You need a Tor browser.

And it's a...

A site that posts murders and rapes-for-hire.

They upload the vic's information

and whoever wants it,

they got 24 hours to complete the job.

- Then what?

- They take a selfie for proof

that it has, in fact, been completed,

they hash it so it remains anonymous,

and get paid in crypto.

- And you can't take down the site

until you know who built it.

- We have a name. Hyakunin Giri.

- Uh... - Yeah, I googled it.

The Japanese competition.

- Right, where the goal of the contest

is to see who can kill 100 people with one sword.

I did a lecture on that, too.

- We have an address. Dublin, Ohio.

- And you want to know who lives there?

- I feel as though it's a lot like the, uh,

the mindset of that Sabbah guy that you were discussing.

- Hmm. - Weaponizing individuals.

Turning strangers, even people without

any kind of criminal background into murderers and rapists.

- Right. Well, there's a thrill there.

- Mm-hmm? - It's someone who feels

completely powerless in his own life.

He's looking to create chaos

like a toddler knocking down a block castle.

Yeah, they get to feel in control.

- Mm.

I gotta tell you,

you looked way more excited here

than you did in that lecture hall.

How long have you been bored?

- The truth? - Well, you could lie to me,

but I do interrogate people for a living.

- I love the students,

but I do miss the feeling of solving a good mystery.

- Carisi know?

- That I'm bored?

I mean...

No, it'd break his heart.

He's the one that got me the job.

How 'bout Liv?

You, of all people,

should know how she reacts when people leave her.

- I see your quandary.

Well, hell, I've lived your quandary.

Well, I think you and I can help each other.

- How's that?

- I bring a little bit more mystery into your life.

And, uh,

you work up a psych profile on this Hyakunin Giri.

All right.

- Jet?

- That fed McCrary is here, and he's pissed.

- Well, okay. You want to tell me why?

- There's a new hit on the site.

I just sent you the info.

- Barbara Zeigler. Federal judge?

- Not just any judge. She's a personal friend.

- Explains how you got

the electronic surveillance warrant so fast.

- Now I can't get a hold of her.

- The unfortunate part of all this

is that now, some guy in Dublin, Ohio

knows we're monitoring him.

- Now he's monitoring us.

- Can't say I didn't warn you.

- You were worried about the NYPD booking services,

not federal warrant systems.

- Judge Zeigler's office, please.

- Got Unis on the way to her house now.

- Any response from Zeigler herself?

- No. She's not picking up.

Her clerk says she stopped for lunch,

but the restaurant says she's not there, either.

- Five Bitcoin. What's that worth right now?

- About $130,000. - That's a big incentive.

- Yeah, we gotta get to her first.

- You two, call the local precinct.

Try to get them to trace the route

from that restaurant to home.

- Tragedy struck just moments ago in downtown Manhattan

when a federal judge was shot and killed

while driving in her car. The police have not...

- Another quasi-civilized person-turned-murderer?

For all we know,

the mastermind who may or may not be in Dublin

likely ordered the hit.

- Well, he just took it to another level with Zeigler.

It's personal.

- El, Ayanna.

The judge is dead?

- Yeah. She was McCrary's personal friend.

So I'ma go check on him.

I'll link up with you guys later.

- Okay.

- Why?

- Well, we think it's a paid hit in response

to an electronic surveillance warrant that she issued for us.

- This guy's looking for somebody

to rise to this challenge.

- Well, challenge accepted.

Jet has an IP address

out of an escrow office in Dublin, Ohio.

We're waiting on a warrant for physical surveillance.

- Okay, good. So we're slow-playing it.

- Mm-hmm.

If we're hasty, he just gets a Tor address,

he sets up his operation somewhere else,

and we're back to square one.

- Ugh, Ohio. - Yeah.

- Feds are gonna have to run point on that.

- That would be McCrary, and Bell would be with him.

- All right. What about international crimes?

- Interpol through a contact that Reyes has.

- Well, if they need any resources or need space,

let 'em know they can set up shop with us.

- Yeah, and there's someone else

I'd like to involve in the case.

With your blessing, I think she'd be an asset.

- What acronym? - There is none.

She's out of the private sector.

- Okay. Who is it?

- Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt.

- Amanda?

- Hey. I-I can wait. I'm just double parked.

- Well, congratulations, by the way.

- Surprise. - Not really.

Carisi can't keep a secret.

- Yeah, he's a great lawyer, not a great witness.

- No. He breaks under pressure.

- Yeah.

I've been meaning to call you.

- So I had Rollins, uh, work up a psych profile

of the guy we're after.

- Okay. Surprises all around.

- Get down to business?

- Yeah, so you're looking for someone Caucasian,

younger, mid-20s.

He's disaffected, disenfranchised,

antisocial, highly intelligent,

and from a lower-middle class family.

But he's more sophisticated than the expectations

put on him from those around him,

and he's frustrated with that social circle.

He'd be fine socially with people older or younger,

but as it is,

he might be entirely devoid of friends

from his own peer group.

- Okay. Anything else?

- Well, I think it's safe to say

that he's got a fascination with systems.

And he sees the whole world as one,

and it's been cruel to him.

He understands the criminal pathology

that's lurking within himself.

The site is a call of the void

for others who might have similar thoughts,

but are afraid to act on them.

- In fear of being caught. - Yeah.

He's weaponized anonymity...

and he'll do anything to keep it.

That's for sure.

- Any questions?