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Cheers.

Cheers.

Well, shall we
check out the view?

I already am.

What? I have
an extremely hot wife.

You can't blame me.
So you're saying

I should ditch the boots
for heels more often?

No. I'm saying
you should probably ditch

that whole outfit
and just keep the cuffs.

(Zapata)
Guys, please stop.

You realize we can hear
everything you're saying.

Everything.

(Jane)
Sorry.

(Reade)
You guys still
got eyes on Loewe?

Yes, I do. It's him
and his daughter.

It could be his wife.
It's hard to tell.

(Jane)
How are you guys
making out down there?

Breaking through
the firewall now.

Okay, so get this.
My little cousin asked me

for Patterson's autograph
yesterday.

I told you. That app
she made is a big deal.

Whatever. Who has time
for stuff like that?

Apparently
75 million people.

Wait. Seriously?

75 million people
at 3 bucks a pop?

That's like...
We're in.

Suspect's on the move.

(Zapata)
We don't have the files yet.

Excuse me, Mr. Loewe,
I just want to say,

the work that you're doing
for the children of Sumatra

is remarkable.

Well, it's just
so important

to give back
for the future.

(gasps)

Look.
Everything we need.

We got it.
Read him his rights!

Kevin Loewe, FBI.

What the hell is this?

You're under arrest
for securities fraud,

three counts
of manslaughter,

and conspiracy to commit
an act of terrorism.

Turn around.
Come with me.

Hey, great work.

The evidence off Loewe's
computers is a gold mine.

Nice.

How you holding up?

You want to know the truth?
Not great.

Say what you will
about Silicon Valley,

but at least my co-workers
didn't end up dead.

Look, everyone
will understand

if you want to
take some time off.

I'm fine.
I just got back.

How'd we do?

A lot of great stuff

coming off of
Loewe's computers.

All right, good.
Here's how I wanna play it.

Thanks for the heads up
about the arrest.

Kevin Loewe is one of the
biggest names on Wall Street.

This bust has a lot of people
in Washington very nervous.

The intel is solid.

Here. Allow me.

So, Jane's back
is covered

in microscopic specks
of luminescent ink.

I realized if you put

a two-by-two centimeter grid
on her back,

each speck sits perfectly
in the intersecting corners.

So, I took the specks, basically
squished them together.

Turns out they're
alphanumeric fragments.

(Zapata)
And you'll recognize the
formatting of the sequence.

It's how we code anonymous tips
from the FBI hotline.

100B--
domestic terrorism.

The tip in question
alleged Loewe's responsible

for train derailment four months
ago that killed three people.

The case file was dismissed
for lack of evidence.

But the fact that
it was on Jane's body

made us look at it again.

Why would a billionaire
want to crash a train?

We didn't know either,
until we discovered

Loewe shorted KeyRail's stock

and made a one-day gain
of $350 million.

Well, what did you
find on his servers?

E-mails proving
he paid an engineer

to tamper with the brakes.

Is he talking?
No, he's not.

His lawyer is inbound.

This evidence
better be ironclad

or we're about to have
a PR nightmare on our hands.

Hey.
Hey. How's it going?
I know...

I know you told me
not to, but...

I've been looking
into Stuart's murder.

Patterson, we have
an entire team on that.

I know, I know, but Stuart
couldn't stop yapping

about this Kinga home voice
command system that he bought.

Said he would never have to
lift a finger again.

"Hey, Kinga,
buy me toilet paper."

"Kinga, find me books
on the singularity."

What does that have to do
with Stuart's murder?

There's no mention of the
device in the evidence log.

You think
it recorded the murder?

Yeah, but it's
not that easy.

The company claims Kinga
doesn't "actively" record

conversations other
than the voice commands.

But you think they do.

Well, I have a friend
who worked on the coding,

and she
all but confirmed it.

Can this friend do us
another favor?

She doesn't have
access anymore.

She cashed out
her stock options

and retired last month.
She was 32.

Okay, how are we
supposed to get a warrant

for something
that doesn't exist?

I don't know,

but the way
these servers work,

the data is scrubbed
after 72 hours.

That doesn't
give us much time.

Well, I think they're
gonna need a nudge,

and by nudge, I mean
a hammer on the head,

like a house call from the
Assistant Director of the FBI.

(video game
playing on phone)

Hi.

(video game
continues playing)

There's a mace
in the woodshed.

You need it to beat the
manticore in the castle mist.

I'm sorry?
Wizardville, right?

Don't be embarrassed.
It's a quality app.

Special Agent Weller.
This is Jane.

Courtney Puritsky.
I'm Mr. Loewe's attorney.

My client is innocent
of all charges

and needs to be released
immediately.

We've seized dozens of e-mails
linking your innocent client

to the train derailment
that happened

in Pennsylvania
four months ago.

No, you seized
planted e-mails.

What do you mean, "planted"?

An anonymous
group of hackers

has been terrorizing
Mr. Loewe

for the past six months.

I have banker's boxes
full of evidence

to prove it--
firewall breaches,

denial of service attacks,
e-mail forgeries.

Why would they be
targeting Mr. Loewe?

When you have the kind of
wealth and influence he has,

it attracts
some negative attention.

So, why didn't you
call the authorities?

Mr. Loewe can afford
better investigators

and security specialists
than the FBI has access to.

No offense.
Offense taken.

So, what did these
"specialists" say?

They identified the hackers
as an anonymous collective

known as
"The Three Blind Mice."

We're gonna need to see
those banker's boxes.

Not a problem.
And after that, I suggest

you go after
the Three Blind Mice

and stop harassing
my client

unless you want a nine-figure
lawsuit on your hands.

(door opens, slams shut)

Oh, Patty Cakes
in the house!

What brings you down to my
little corner office, huh?

(screeching feedback)
Ooh! What is that?

It's a scrambler.

Did you hack into
Kevin Loewe's server?

What? No. Who?

If you're lying to me,
I swear...

I am not lying.
What are you talking about?

There is a tattoo case pointing
to the Three Blind Mice.

Hirst wants all hands
on deck to track them down.

And I assume you put
the kibosh on that?

What was I supposed to say?
"Hey, don't go after them.

"Turns out, two
of the Three Blind Mice

"are actually me and Rich.

"We did a bunch
of illegal hacks

that we should probably
go to prison for."

Yeah, you might want to
work on your wording there.

I'd probably deemphasize
the "illegal hacks" aspect,

and the word "prison"
should really not

be part of your messaging--

It is only a matter of time

before they come for us,
and when they do...

I'm gonna lose
my FBI consulting gig.

They're gonna send me
back to jail.

I mean, it's not--
It'd be bad for both of us.

(phone chimes)

It's Weller.

He wants to see me.

(phone chimes)

Oh, me too.
Looks like time's up.

**

I'll go first.

You wanted to see us,
mademoiselle?

Yes, I did. Ever heard
of the Three Blind Mice?

Yeah. I believe they ran
after the farmer's wife.

I think their tails
got cut off at some point.

No, not the nursery rhyme,
Rich, the hacker group.

We think
they've been targeting

this Wall Street guy
we've been after.

Oh, those Three Blind Mice.

So you know them?

No, no. I mean,
you know,

I've been out of the game
for a year, you know,

since I became
a law-abiding,

law-enforcing
crime-stopping citizen, right?

It's not really my...

Well, the techs
confirmed it.

Those emails were planted
on Loewe's servers.

Okay, well, that doesn't
mean they were forged.

He still
could've written them.

Real or fake,
tampered evidence

is still inadmissible
in court.

Sounds like you owe
this Loewe guy an apology.

May I suggest
an edible arrangement?

Apologies won't cut it.

According to DC,
we just publicly arrested

and humiliated
a powerful civilian

under false pretenses.

I want this
hacker collective

on a silver platter.
Otherwise,

Loewe is about to bury us
with his billions.

You know, sometimes a simple
"I was wrong" can do wonders.

Loewe's
private investigators

have done
half the work already.

I have some
security cam photos

of one of the suspects
stalking Loewe's residence.

You have a picture of them?
Of the Three Blind Mice?

They actually
wear a mouse mask?

(laughing)
That's a little on the nose.

Find this person.

Do whatever it takes.
Yes, ma'am.

We can keep this?
No.
Put it down.

Okay.

We have to come clean.
Come clean?

Come clean to what?
Yeah.

We had no part of this.

We dropped out of
Three Blind Mice a year ago

because somebody thought
it was getting too dangerous.

Well, Electra obviously
took the banner

and kept going without us.

We never should have
helped her out.

Electra was a visionary,

white hat hacking
using black hat techniques,

taking down all those
so-called "untouchables"

on Wall Street,
in the government,

everybody that we know is guilty
but could never prove it.

I know. I just got caught up
in the hacktivism of it all.

Yeah.
Her code was so amazing.

I felt like we were Robin
Hood's merry band of thieves.

Yeah, but, look,
we don't have anything to do

with this Loewe case.
There's nothing to worry about.

Nothing to...?

The FBI is targeting the
hacker group we were a part of.

To do good.
It doesn't matter
what the reasons were.

It was illegal.
Okay, you know what?

Can we focus
on the positives here?

It's Three Blind Mice,
right?

Anonymous.
She doesn't know who we are.

We don't know who she is.

There is a literal firewall

between us and Electra.

But if they go after
the Three Blind Mice,

they will trace it
back to us.

Well, then, we'll make it
a little harder for them,

if you catch my drift.

By obstructing justice?

Drift caught.

You just got the team
to trust you.

Do you really want to
jeopardize that again?

If it means avoiding
multiple felony charges, yes.

Yes, I do. Absolutely.
And so do you.

I am so sorry,
but that's just not true.

I promise, Kinga does not
record private conversations.

I can get you a copy of
our user agreement if you...

I'm an Assistant Director
of the FBI,

and I know
what's going on here.

I need to speak to
the most senior executive

in this building...
now.

Okay. I'll get our head
of Global Security.

Your girlfriend's hilarious.

Since when are you
texting Meg?

Since we had
the best time ever

at brunch
and yoga last weekend.

Don't take this
the wrong way,

but she's way
out of your league.

She's beautiful,
smart, successful.

(phone chimes)
No daddy issues.

You'd better put a ring
on that before I do.

It's the team.

What you got?

Okay, so I was able to use
the mouse mask footage

to study the suspect's
body movements

and I created a partial
biometric profile.

Tell me you got a match.

We matched the suspect

to a person seen at an ATM

a mile from Loewe's estate,
and I used

this new experimental
gait recognition technology

the NSA has to confirm it.

And once we got a face,
it was only a matter of time

'til we got a name.
Meet Kathy Gustafson.

(Patterson)
35, single, lives
in a studio in Yonkers.

Has over a dozen
online dating memberships

and works as an IT
consultant for Nerd Herd.

The most depressing criminal
profile I've ever seen.

Any idea where she is now?

Yeah.
I tracked her phone.

She's at Nerd Herd's
midtown location.

Nicely done.

Thank you.
Yeah, super, super proud

of the work
we're doing here.

All right. Send a team out,
pick her up.

Weller, you run
the interrogation.

Got it.
Actually, I will
handle the questioning.

I'm getting a lot of heat from
Washington to make this right.

I would love to have
you two in with me.

I could use
your expertise.

And we would love
to provide it.

Keep us posted.

She's never
seen our faces.

She has no idea
who we are.

Oh, that's why I feel
so relaxed right now.

Have I heard of
the Three Blind Mice?

Who hasn't?
They're real famous,

at least
in the IT community.

Are you aware of the kinds of
hacks they're responsible for?

Disrupting government
services in Germany,

shutting down
the stock market in Seoul,

not to mention
stealing millions of dollars.

Billions, actually.

Yeah, I know. What's
that got to do with me?

Look familiar?

(Patterson)
We tracked your movements

from an ATM
to the Loewe estate.

We also know you used a computer
at Nerd Herd in SoHo

to hack Loewe's computer
several times.

You bounced the signal to make
it look like the IP address

was coming from Antarctica,

but we were able
to trace it back.

You're caught, Kathy.

Help us, we can help you.

No. I can help you.

What?

You're coming
at this all wrong.

We didn't disrupt government
services in Germany.

We sent out a short
that deleted

the foreign minister's drive
containing military secrets

he was selling to Russia.

And as for the stock market
glitch in Seoul,

we prevented
a total market collapse

that would've spread
through Southeast Asia.

And we never stole money.
Ever.

We stole back ill-gotten
funds and returned them

to the people
who were screwed over

by these corrupt companies

and governments
in the first place,

and we never took a cent.

So, you're like the
Robin Hoods of the dark web.

Is that
an accurate assessment?

That doesn't sound
so bad to me.

Opposite, opposite.

That is very bad
and very illegal.

(Hirst)
Who are your partners?

I don't know their names.

(Hirst)
You don't know who
you were working with?

No, I didn't say that.

I just never met them
in person

and we didn't exchange names
in case we ever got caught.

When's the last time
you communicated?

About a year ago,
before we disbanded,

which was not
my choice, but...

I miss them so bad.

We're still
best friends, though.

They're just
layin' low for a bit.

So, how did you do it?
How did you hack

into Kevin Loewe's
personal computer?

Let me guess.

Your experts
here
can't figure it
out.

Hmm. You know, if I had to
venture a hypothesis,

I'd say you manipulated
the blade pass frequency

of the CPU fan,
thereby remote accessing

the main circuit board.

Is that in the right
ballpark, or...?

That's actually
pretty close.

Oh, by "pretty close,"
do you mean 100% correct, or...?

So you admit to falsifying
e-mails on Kevin Loewe's server?

No, I admit
to putting back e-mails

that Kevin Loewe deleted.

He's the criminal here,
not us. You know what?

The only reason
I'm telling you all this

and not lawyering-up is
people's lives are in danger.

What do you mean?

Loewe just shorted a boatload
of Volta Motors stock.

The last time
he did that with KeyRail,

he caused an accident

that killed people.

You don't think
he'll do it again?

Kathy is clearly
a skilled hacker,

but we're gonna have to take
everything else she says

with a grain of salt.

I thought she was lovely.
I mean, got a bit

of a hoarder vibe,
but definitely not evil.

Is she right about Loewe's
trading activity?

We confirmed it.
He's shorted the stock.

Volta's launching their
newest electric car tomorrow.

An attack at a high profile
event like that

would tank their stock.

We need to secure Volta's
corporate headquarters.

She could be messing with us.
We can't take the chance.

I want teams in place
at that launch tomorrow.

Fine, but let's keep
a low profile.

Rich! Rich!

Kathy is telling the truth about
the attack on Volta Motors.

How do you know that?
One of the
unintentional byproducts

of the way I coded
the app for Wizardville

gives me backdoor access
to all my subscribers' phones.

What?! That's--
Shh!

Okay. You have access

to over 75 million
people's contact lists,

e-mail accounts,
photo libraries.

Okay, yes,
but I've never used it...

until now.
Oh, I totally believe you.

Hey, is Hirst a subscriber?

Oh, I bet she's got
some real dirty secrets

in her browser history.
Okay, Rich, listen to me.

Loewe's lawyer
plays Wizardville,

and I just hacked her phone.

Someone e-mailed
asking if Green Point

was on for today at 3:00.

That's where Volta's
battery factory is located.

No batteries,
no electric cars.

An attack that size would
cripple Volta's stock.

Which means we have less
than two hours to stop it.

Come on. What?
Let's go.

You said
an attack is imminent!

Don't we have to
tell the whole team?

We can't!
Why not?
What do you mean?

Hey, Gary.
His name's Gary?

I've been calling him Rick.
How did I get the intel?

I can't say I used
the illegal backdoor

on my app to hack
a lawyer's phone.

Well, now who's
obstructing justice?

You're right.

Okay, we need to
come clean.

Whoa, whoa. No. No. Gross.
We need to stay dirty, okay?

Just let me think here.
Just give me a second.

Oh! Okay. I got it.

I know how to fix this.
Come on.

What's so urgent?

We know how Loewe's going to
short the Volta stock.

An anonymous tip
just came in.

(distorted voice)
There will be an attack

on the Volta Motors
battery factory

in Green Point
at 3 p.m. today.

That's 1500 hours...
hours... hours...

The recording
goes on for a while,

but it says
the information came

from deleted e-mails
in Loewe's account.

The same way Kathy found out
about the train derailment.

Could she be the source?

Not unless
she can astral project.

She's been in holding
this whole time.

Patterson, call in backup,
and I want

Hazmat and emergency
vehicles on site.

Wait.
What about Hirst?

Shouldn't we verify this tip
before we send teams out?

No, we don't have the time.
If we're wrong,

I'll take the heat.
If we're right, we save lives.

So, let's move.

(Rich)
All right, ladies, it appears
that most of the chemicals

are directly beneath
the production floor.

My guess is they're gonna
try to hit that hard.

(Weller)
We're headed there now.

(Patterson)
I've instructed
all emergency vehicles

to be on standby
outside the facility.

We need to start the evac.

Copy.
(Weller)
We're gone.

FBI! Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!

Take your weapons out
and put them on the floor now.

Don't shoot,
whatever you do.

You set off a spark,
and the whole building blows.

(gas hissing)

Cut the gas lines.
We got 'em, Jane.

Bomb!
Less than two minutes!

Patterson, I'm sending
a pic of an IED.

We need a little help here.
We've got less than two minutes.

So, it looks like the keypad
lock is connected to the timer.

Can you disconnect
the bomb from the timer?

Maybe close the circuit
somehow?

No, don't touch the wires
on the timer.

That can speed up the clock.
Sorry.

I'll figure out if I can
find the blasting cap.

Give us a minute.
Yeah, well, that's
about all you've got

until this whole place blows!

Hey! What's the code?

(beeping)

Look, unless
you want to die,

you need to stop
this clock now.

No, no, no, no! Don't!

(beeping)

Are you crazy?
You've got 30 seconds.

What's it gonna be?

(beeping)

Good choice.

(grunting)

Hey! Don't shoot!

(groaning)

(gunshot)

How the hell did you
know how to do that?

I have a lot of new tricks.

Well done out there.

Any luck linking the guys
from the factory to Loewe?

They say they were hired
by a "John Smith"

who paid them
via wire transfer.

I tried to track the money,
but it was a dead end.

So, we have nothing on Loewe?

I know this doesn't
feel like a win,

but we just averted
a catastrophe today.

We'll get Loewe--
big fish like him

just takes a little
time to reel in.

Go home.
Get some rest.

Good work out there.

Hey, so correct me
if I'm wrong,

but I think the investigation

into the Three Blind Mice
is over.

It certainly
seems that way.

I'm so sorry, but we don't
keep that kind of data

on our Kinga devices.
Right.

So, you just magically
know which ads

to target
to which customers?

I understand your
"official" policy,

but we know how this
really works.

I wish I could help, but--

Your company has a data farm
in Centerville, right?

Yes.
So, what you're
telling us is,

if we were to send a team
over there with a warrant,

we wouldn't find any recordings
of any Kinga devices?

No, sir.
'Cause I'd hate
to have to come back here

and arrest you
for giving a false statement

to a federal agent,

not to mention embarrass
your company

and have your stock
take a tumble.

Let me see if there's
something I can do.

No, don't see.
Just do.

I want the recordings
by end of day.

Ah!
All right.

I realize we shouldn't
be seen with each other,

but this is
a little overkill.

Then why'd did you have me

come meet you out here
in this dump?

You texted me, dumbwad.
Uh-uh-uh, you texted me.

Oh, no.

(gun fires)
Rich!

(groaning)
Are you okay?

(groaning)

(gun fires)
Oh!

(panting)

(gun fires)
(groaning)

Kathy?
It's okay, guys.

They're just
bean bag rounds.

I'm rescuing you!

No. No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no!
(gun fires)

Patterson. Hey.
(groaning)

What the hell
is this place?

It smells like manure.

You know...
(groaning)

You know, just once,
I'd like to get

kidnapped somewhere exotic
like Mykonos, Ibiza.

It's always got to be
some dungeon,

and not the good
kind of dungeon.

Hey, look.
There's a door.

Oh, okay.
(groaning)

Okay.
Wait, Rich.

Rich, wait!
(groaning)

Are you okay?
Are you okay?

Are we wearing
shock collars?
Yeah.

Oh.
She must have set up
a perimeter.

Oh, my God.
She's gonna make us

play The Hunger Games,
isn't she?

Get it off.
Get it off.

I don't know where the--
Hi.

Have a seat.
Get cozy.

(laughing)

Are you guys all right?

Can I get you a soda
or something? A snack?

You don't have any
soft pretzels, do you?

What do you want
with us, Kathy?

I know this must be
upsetting and confusing,

but it's gonna be okay now.

The Three Blind Mice,
reunited again.

I got your clue!
The blade pass frequency?

Who else would know that?
And you.

"Opposite, opposite."

How many times did you write
that in our text chats?

Who else says that?

Yeah, who else
does say that?

Rich, shut up.
Don't tell me
to shut up.

Wait.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Rich Dotcom?

You're Rich Dotcom,
aren't you?

I knew it!

This whole time, I was
working with a living legend!

Oh, aren't you sweet.

I don't know
about legend

or what you're
talking about.

Okay. You got us.
We're your old partners.

Kathy, you've got to
let us go.

You can't do this.

You know,
when I first realized

you two were working
together without me,

and for the Feds,
of all people,

I'm not gonna lie--
that was a low for me.

But then I realized,
you're victims.

You got caught and the
government brainwashed you.

And back in that
interrogation room,

that was you subconsciously
asking for help.

The longer you keep us here,

the worse it's gonna be
for you when they catch you.

Oh!
Listen to yourself.

They've gotten
in your heads.

They've infected you.

You did kind of sound a lot
like Weller just then.

But I'm here now,
'cause that's what friends

do for each other.
Okay.

You're safe with me,
and we can get back to our work.

God, I missed this!

Here.
What is this?

It's our to-do list.

You want us to break
into the Federal Reserve,

steal medical records
for every world leader?

What do you need all of these
social security numbers for?

Kathy, come on, you don't
need us for these hacks.

I know I don't need you,
but what's the fun

of doing them alone
when we're all together,

the way it was meant to be?

You guys have forgotten
how much fun we used to have,

and I'm gonna remind you.

We can't do these things.

We righted wrongs.
This is not what we stood for!

We helped people.

I think it's high time
for a rebrand.

(phone chimes)

Hmm.

Here, bud.
Thanks.

(video game
playing on phone)

Mm-hmm.
Here, love.

Thank you.

(video game
continues playing)
Uhh!

You play Wizardville,
right?

Oh, I'm obsessed.

Kurt says
I have a problem.

You do. Tasha.

Okay, explain that.
(horn trumpeting)

That noise-- What is it
and how do I turn it off?

Oh, it's telling you
there's a high-level player

on the same Wi-Fi.

But that's weird, because
it's definitely not me

and Kurt's
never played before.

(phone chimes)

Reade?
Zapata?

Something you wanna tell me?

(laughing)
No.

What level are you on?
Well, first of all,

they're called "quests,"
not "levels.

Really? You too? Oh!

Why didn't you tell me, huh?
Because you were embarrassed.

No, because you're ultra
competitive and bossy,

and the last thing I need
is for you to be

trying to tell me how to
play a damn video game.

Oh, okay.
I'm gonna kick your ass.

You won't know a Hobbit
from a hole in the ground.

There's no Hobbits
in Wizardville.

We'll see
when I'm done with it.

That doesn't make sense.
Shh!

Mira.

Okay, we need to get
word out to the team.

How do you propose
we do that?

We're wearing shock collars,
for crying out loud.

She's not gonna let us
make a phone call.

We've got one play here,

and that's to go along
with her plan.
No.

No. We are not
doing those hacks.

Listen to me. I 've got
a lot of experience

with obsessive,
psychotic women

who desire me sexually,
all right?

Look, I don't have time to
explain the subtle nuances

of nonverbal flirtation
with you right now.

What is your point?
We've just got to
live out the fantasy

for a little while, okay?
We just do a couple
of the less harmful hacks

and then, when we're best
friends again, we say,

"Hey, you know what would
make this easier?

Taking off the Running Man
shock collars."

No. We work
for the FBI, Rich.

We can't just hack--

What do you say,
Blind Micers?

Ready to rock?

We're in!

(laughs)
Yes! Okay,
I've already
hacked

into Congressman
Shusterman's tablet.

The rest is up to you.
And no funny business.

You try to contact
your "friends" at the FBI

and we turn those collars
up to 11.

That does not
sound right.
(laughing)

(phone chimes)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Patterson just
sent me an e-mail.

She's bailing on us
for dinner with Rich.

What? Give me that.
Yeah.

I'm gonna tell her
to get her butt over here.

See? Bossy for no reason.

Wait. She signed
with her first name.

She never uses
her first name.

She replied to my text
with an e-mail.

Something's wrong.

It's our responsibility

to make the Internet
a safe place for our children.

That's why
I support Proposition 77.

Together,
we can stop predators.

(camera shutters clicking)

(reporters reacting)

(Shusterman)
Shut it down!

Shut it down!

(Kathy)
Watching you guys,

it's like watching Picasso
paint the Mona Lisa.

Right.
So, can you let us go now?

After one hack? No.
That was just the warm up.

Can we choose off the list?

Because, you know what?
I've already hacked

most of the Kardashians,
so I could just give you
what I have on my phone.

Kevin Loewe
is piloting his Gulfstream

to Martha's Vineyard
with his wife as we speak.

I just need you to
crash it into the ocean.

You want us
to crash a plane?
This one's his.

You're in charge of
manipulating the flight deck

and air traffic control,
okay? And this one's hers.

You will be breaching
the firewalls

while I break the codes,
just like old times.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, this is murder, Kathy.

Exactly.
Just like how it was murder

when Loewe's little "accident"
cost my brother his life.

What?
My brother was on
the train that Loewe crashed,

and I gave the FBI
everything it needed

to put him away forever,
and your friends did nothing.

Kathy, I am so sorry,
but there is a right way

and a wrong way to do this.

No, we're ridding
the world of a man

who kills innocent people
to make a buck.

This is public service
at its best.

She kind of has a point.

Kathy, you have
every right to be angry

about your brother,
but we are not executioners,

and Loewe's wife
didn't kill anybody.

Rich, don't do this.

You've worked so hard to get
where you are now right now,

on the right side of the law.

You're going to be
a tough walnut, aren'tcha.

Don't get sucked into this.

Do you want to go
back to prison?

This woman is crazy.

And I'm starting to think

you're not
a very good friend.

(groaning)

She just doesn't get us.

Now, don't make me
shock you.

Patterson and Rich's
phones are off.

Agents confirmed neither
of them are at home.

I tracked Patterson's e-mail.

The IP address
was from Antarctica.

Just like the Loewe hacks.

You think Kathy's
behind this?

How? She's in custody.
Not anymore.

She paid her $2 million
bail in cash two hours ago.

Why was bail even set?

Looks like her big-time
lawyers negotiated it.

Hey, a team found
Patterson and Rich's cars

in an abandoned lot
in Brooklyn.

No sign of them anywhere.

(typing)

(beeps)

Okay.
Once I hit "enter,"

Loewe's plane will disappear
from the ATC radar.

Thirty seconds after that,
it will begin its nosedive.

And two minutes from now,

it will be sinking to
the bottom of the Atlantic.

Tell me you didn't
miss this.

You know, you're right.
I haven't felt this much

like myself
in a long time.

(muffled shouting)

Oh!
(chuckles)

I think this calls for
a celebration!

We went down the list of all
the places Kathy's worked

as an IT consultant
over the past ten years.

One of her former employers
was the Richmond Zoo.

Didn't that place
shut down?

Over six months ago,
but someone turned

the power on
this afternoon.

An abandoned zoo.

Not a bad place
to hold someone captive.

Right.
Let's do it.

Mmm, this is absolutely
fantastic.

I should've had you pegged
for a foodie.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Is this foie gras?

Kinda.

Today has been perfect.

Cheers, Rich Dotcom.

Enchanté.

(computer beeping)

Wait, why is someone here?

How did they find us?

Was this you, Rich?
Did you do this?

No!
I swear!

You've been standing over me
this whole time.

It was you, wasn't it!

(muffled)
No...

No! No!
Loewe's plane landed?!

How is that possible?
You crashed--

Wait, how could you do
this to me? We're friends!

You know what?
I'm gonna go ahead

and blame this
on the auto-pilot.

Stop lying to me!

Unh!

(muffled shouting)

Looks like your FBI friends
are driving

a standard
government issue SUV.

This is almost too easy.

Okay, so, according
to the ConEd report,

the building pulling all
the power is just

straight ahead
on the main road.

Copy that.

(locks clicking)

(Zapata)
What the hell?!

(radio playing)

It's Kathy--
she's hacking the car.

I can't brake
and I can't steer!

Cut the power!

Front doors out! Go!

(Kathy)
I'm sorry about your
new friends... sort of.

(sniffling)
You know, I used to dream

of the day we'd finally
meet face-to-face.

This is not
how I pictured it.

When we first met
in that chat room,

it's like I finally felt
like I belonged, you know?

I thought you guys
understood me,

you liked me.

(muffled talking)

Yes?

Did you have
some final words?

I-I wanted
to apologize...

for betraying you.

Thank you.

We were a good team.

We were more than that.

We had something
special.

We took down a lot
of very bad people, and...

we were friends.

We were, weren't we?

You inspired me.

You know that?

Your moral compass that
never wavered, not once.

You made me want to do
something good with my life...

to help people...
(sobs)

which is why
this hurts so bad.

Kathy, no!

Goodbye, Rich!
(gunshot)

(electricity crackling,
collar beeping)

(whimpering)

Jane, find the fuse box!

(panting)

Kathy Gustafson,
you're under arrest.

(groaning)

All right?
I'm okay.

(Weller)
Patterson!

(Zapata)
Rich!

It is not foie gras!

He's fine.
(sighs and grunts)

(Rich)
Mixed with Polysporin.
Yeah, I know, but...

(Zapata)
You guys all right?

Just some minor burns.

Hirst wants to make tracking
the other Mice a top priority.

(Weller)
We've been working Kathy over
in interrogation...

(Jane)
Yeah, but unfortunately,

she refuses to give up
her partners.

Says she's a mouse,
not a rat.

She's really committing
to this mouse bit, huh?

What I don't get is why
she chose to kidnap you two.

It's pretty risky,

going after an FBI agent
and her consultant.

Hmm.
Yeah, uh, she was a...

huge Rich Dotcom
fangirl.

I didn't know
that was a thing.

All right,
here's my take on it.

Kathy was a part of an elite
three-person hacker team,

but she never met
the other two members.

Right.

Now, this hacker team

probably started out with
good intentions, like she said,

but when everything
went sideways,

the other two members
just cut loose.

They left her hanging.

That had to hurt
her feelings.

Well, I mean, you know,
she's only human, right?

Now what if over
the course of today,

she figured out who
the other two partners were.

I bet she'd be very angry
at them,

maybe even
want to kidnap them.

It's a shame we don't have
any hard evidence,

because if we did
I'd be forced to charge

those two members to the full
extent of the law.

Yeah, that would
be pretty bad.

For them, you know,
whoever they are.

Look, what really concerns me
is that this tattoo

wasn't just about Loewe.

It was about
exposing secrets of people

who may or may not be
in this very room.

Like when the Perseus tattoo
revealed Jane's K and R work.

Roman wants to expose things
about us.

The question is... why?

(door closes)

Sorry I'm late.
Got that.

That smells awesome.
What is it?

Vegan lasagna.

No.

It's a new recipe.
Awesome.

(chuckling)

Okay, I am making you
a steak,

medium rare,
just like you like it.

Okay, so have I told you
that I love you?

It's been a couple hours.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

So, can I say it again?

(laughing)
Yes.
I love you.
I love you.

Oh, I love you.

I love you, I love you!
Aah!

I'm gonna jump
in the shower.

Okay.
(phone vibrating)

No, you're coming.
No, I'll be right there.

No.
No, no, no.
I'll be right there.

All right,
I'll be quick!

Hello?

Hello, Jane.
How are you?

What do you want?

I want to know what
it's like being back--

with your husband,
your old job,

all your old friends...

These new tattoo cases--

You're trying to take us down
with them, aren't you?

This new person
you've become...

you refuse to see
the bad in anyone.

Oh, so you're doing this
to protect me?

No.

You betrayed me, sis.

I'm doing this
to make you bleed.

There's not a day
I don't think about you...

about what happened
between us.

I live with my guilt
and the pain of where we are.

I'm already hurting.

You don't know the
meaning of the word...

but you will.

And I'm going to enjoy
every minute...

of watching you suffer.

Hey, I thought
you went home.

I wanted
to do a quick analysis

of the Kinga recording
you got us.

Now, have a listen.

(dog barking on recording)

That's it?
No voices?

Nothing during the time
of Stuart's murder?

Which is weird.

What's also weird is this noise
I isolated from this clip.

(siren wails on recording)

(Reade)
A siren?

Yeah.
Now listen to this.

(dog barking and siren wailing
on recording)

You just played that.

No, what I played was
from earlier that same day.

Someone copied this section
and spliced it in later.

Someone's trying to cover up
the time of Stuart's murder.

Who would have access
to do this?

Someone very powerful.

Okay, there's something else.
I was finally able

to unlock the tattoo
that Stuart was obsessed with.

Let's quit sweating
the small stuff

and focus all our energy
on this one tattoo.

If you write out
the molecular structure,

the atomic bonds look like
normal lines.

If you zoom in
to a microscopic level,

there are actually dozens
of lines

made of three
different thicknesses.

It's a code.

Long story short,
each of these letters

spell out the names of over
a dozen people.

I ran vector searches
to try to see

if there were any connections
between them.

It turns out,
each of those people

were previous owners...

of Van Gogh's famous
self-portrait.

Meaning?

That's where I'm stuck.

So all we know is,
on Stuart's last day alive,

he was trying to decode
this Van Gogh tattoo.

What does a one-eared
painter have to do

with the murder
of an FBI agent?

Did you follow my instructions?

I did everything
you asked me to do.

Then you'll never
have to see me again.

**

(man)
Greg, move your head.