All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Toronto.Criminal.Intent.S03E02

In Toronto's
war on crime,

the worst offenders
are pursued by the detectives

of the Specialized Criminal
Investigations Unit.

These are their stories.

- Hey, got a package here
for a Patrice Beauchamp?

- Yeah, let me see if he's in.

We're getting
closer and closer

to finding this Satan.

Takashi stole from us.

100,000 of us.

And now, he's gonna pay!

But Takashi is smart,

but the Hivemind is smarter.

We're gonna tear him apart,
limb by limb.

- This came for you.

- Thanks.

- Hi, Mr. Song.
- You're early.

- I'm a good student.

What's on the agenda today?

- Hash functions.

- I already how hash functions.

You smoke it
and then you get high.

- Hash functions are

the corner stone
of cryptography.

They're why
your online passwords

have never been hacked,
despite the groundbreaking

use of your dog's name.

- Wait, how do you know
my password?

- Hash functions.

Which I will teach you
as soon as you

close those curtains.

- You should learn
to trust people.

- I can't. I'm too smart.

- Most of these kids are way
too smart for public school.

Kids on the spectrum
obviously have special needs

and we know how to meet them.

The right education could
completely change Max's life.

- It's incredible.
I... didn't know

places like this existed.

- We're the top-ranked school
for autism in the province.

We only have one
spot available,

but Max seems
like a terrific fit.

- You said
it's $52,000 a year?

- I promise you, Mr. Bell,
it's worth every penny.

- Hey, Stuart,

who was that hollering
the other day?

With the camera?
- No one, Joel.

They got the wrong guy.

- I'm still waiting on rent.

The new rate,
the one we discussed?

- Oh, the one that goes against
the residential tenancies act?

You'll have it
first thing in the morning.

Beautiful.

How much? For your piece?

How much?

Think on it.

Hey! Let go of me!

Somebody help!

Come on, Baxter.

Two more throws
and we get to go home.

Go get it. Go get it!

Baxter!

Here, buddy.

- Victim is male.
Presumed late-20s.

John Doe,
no identification.

Dog walker spotted the body

hanging from that tree
at 6:03 this morning.

Took us a minute
to get him down.

- Quite the ornament.
- Killer threw the body

off the bridge,
didn't quite hit the ground.

I have officers up
on the bridge canvassing,

but so far no luck.

All yours, detectives.
- Thanks.

Well, no cameras,
not much foot traffic.

Not a bad place
to dump a body.

- Yeah, not a great
place either,

this body was always
gonna be found.

I think our killer
was in a hurry.

Okay.

- Tree didn't
do him any favours.

- At least he was dead
on arrival,

no frostbite.

- Petechial hemorrhaging
in the eyes

consistent with asphyxia, but--

Victim might have been
suffocated with a plastic bag.

That's a hell of a way to go.

- Well, maybe the killer
wanted our victim to suffer,

or maybe he couldn't
look at his face

as he died.

What's this?

- Extreme colds

keep cellular structure
in place,

stopping decomposition.

Apart from the damage
done in the disposal,

we can imagine that
our John Doe's body

is almost exactly as it
was the moment he died.

- You've been hanging around
corpses too long.

- And you
with violent criminals.

Which is probably
why you were right

about the cause of death.

Suffocation.

Residue around his neck

is consistent with duct tape

and traces of
a high-density polyethylene

often found in plastic bags.

But without decomposition,

we can't determine
the time of death.

- No.
Unless you're really good.

Our victim was killed
approximately 24 hours ago.

Our John Doe also recently
had his appendix removed

surgically.

- Not laparoscopically.

- A surgical appendectomy,

his blood type,
and some leg work

led me to... a name.

- Uh, you could have
led with that.

- And deprive myself
of this beautiful moment?

You're welcome.

- Stuart Song, 28.

No credit cards, lease,

license, or vehicle
to his name.

Only child,
both parents have died.

No next of kin,
no address on file,

no record of employment
and get this,

no trace of online activity.

- What 28-year-old
doesn't go online?

- Maybe he's analog.

Likes his own company,
values his privacy,

doesn't trust
the government.

- The only thing we do know
is his digital footprint

was wiped clean
two years ago.

- Uh, there was one thing
he forgot to delete.

His Yelp account.

- All these restaurants
are in the west end.

Picky eater.
- Hmm.

- Mm. A ghost that likes to eat
on his own stoop.

- If he didn't have a car,
then these restaurants

are probably close
to where he lives.

How many Edwardian duplexes
with the number 150

can there be?

- 47.
I looked.

- Then I'd say these two
better get moving.

- Stu was a weird guy.

Always insisted on paying
cash for his rent,

wouldn't sign a lease,

didn't want a record
of anything.

- You have any idea why?

- Huh, like I said,
weird dude.

- Hmm, never seen a key
like that before.

- Well, that's 'cause
he invented it.

First one I dropped
into a sewer grate.

Took him three weeks
to make me a new one.

If you find my overdue
rent in there,

let me know.

- It's a hell
of a vinyl collection.

- It's a cute library too.
First letter of every title.

- Quit... looking

at my... ookshelf?

Ookshelf. Where's the B?

- Exactly.

Hard to believe
that someone so meticulous

would leave
their apartment like this.

Well, look at the drawers.

Books everywhere.

Someone's been here.

Stuart's my tutor.

He taught me math
and that I wasn't stupid.

- Did he ever mention
anything to you,

anyone or anything
that he was afraid of?

- No. I mean,
he hated technology, but...

I just can't imagine
he had any enemies.

- When was the last time
you saw him?

- Um, four days ago.

I was here for a lesson.

- Hash functions?
- Yeah.

But Stuart was always
writing on that board.

It would never still
have that stuff on it.

- Unless he hasn't
been here since.

If Stuart left here
four days ago

and was only
killed yesterday,

where was he in between?

- Emily,
when you last saw Stuart,

did he happen to mention where
he was going after your lesson?

- Um, same place
he goes every Thursday.

- Four days ago, Stuart left
his house around 7 PM,

headed for the Momo House
on Queen West.

He entered this underpass
at 7:13 PM.

Fast forward 60 seconds

and he never came out.

- Oh, not on foot anyway,
he left in the back

of that van.

- Not just any van.
Quickshift.

You rent them from an app,
pick them up on a street,

drop them off
when you're done.

All you need is a licence
and credit card.

- Let me guess.
- We assume the kidnapper

stole them from a man
with an alibi.

Still waiting on a statement.
As for the van--

Still waiting on a statement.
As for the van--

- The company retrieved it
and wiped it clean

of any usable prints?
- Right again,

but here's something
you may not know.

Before it was dumped,

the van had only
made one trip

to this address here.

A house owned by a man named
Tony Lewis in North York.

- I've owned this lot
for almost two years,

but I couldn't get approval from
the neighbour for a new build.

- I guess they, uh,
change their minds?

- With some help
from my lawyer.

Started prepping the place
for tear down this week,

but I haven't been inside
for months.

- That's absurd
and it's not true!

- Stuart, you can't hide
this any longer.

- You have no idea
what you're talking about.

Ryotcoin was garbage tech.

Trivial code wrapped in shiny
influencer wrapping paper.

It was a meme coin.
- Yeah, right.

- The city's in
a housing crisis and yet,

our killer managed to find
a nice empty place

to bring Stuart.

- Yeah.

'Til Tony up there
starts knocking things down,

explains why the body
was moved in a hurry.

- Graff.

This is where he was murdered.

- And held against his will
for three days before.

There was no evidence
of torture on Stuart's body,

no, uh, signs of malnutrition.

Whoever kidnapped him
was humane.

- But why kidnap him
after tutoring?

Guy didn't have any family
to pay ransom.

I mean, he didn't even
have a bank account.

- Somebody went to Stuart's
apartment after he left.

Maybe they just wanted him
out of the way.

If so...

...they already had a key.

- Told you last time,
I barely knew the guy.

- Right, just, uh,
some weirdo who owed you rent.

- Still does.
- Do you ever

go into his place unannounced?

- It's not his place.
It's my place.

But no, of course not.
I'm not a creep.

- You sure?

It's a nice bookshelf.

- Thanks?
- "But all be that,

uh, he was a philosopher,
yet had he but little

gold in coffer."

Bartlett's Familiar Quotations,
it's one of my favourites.

I read it when
I can't get to sleep.

- I just wanted my rent.

Stuart's always
trying to pay less.

I let it slide until
some guy comes to our door

with a video camera.

Says Stuart's a billionaire.
Yeah, with a B.

He sounded crazy.
- But you, uh,

you chose to believe him.

- The guy had conviction.

So when Stuart
left four days ago,

I went into the apartment
and I grabbed the stupid book.

I saw him take money
out of it once.

Do you wanna know
what was inside?

- Faberg� egg.
- 800 bucks.

- This guy with a camera,
did he say anything else?

- Uh, Stuart's
real name was...

Atashi? Patashi?

Something stupid like that.
- Not, uh, not Takashi?

- Yeah!

- So you never heard
of Takashi,

I guess you're not
interested in crypto?

- Oh, Bigaplex
scared me off that.

- Yeah,
probably for the best.

So, two years ago,
an anonymous online figure

who goes by the name Takashi
mints Ryotcoin.

A new crypto coin, best
investment since sliced bread,

otherwise known as a rug pull.

Coin gets hyped, everyone buys
in expecting to own a yacht

within the year, then Takashi
disappears with all the money,

coin's sudden worthless,
everyone goes broke.

- Well, the timeline
would sync up.

Stuart went off
the grid two years ago.

- Right when, uh,
Ryotcoin crashed,

leaving 100,000 duped investors
begging for blood.

- Well, that explains why
Stuart liked his privacy.

- Yeah, that he did,
look at that.

- Is that... reflective film?

- Yeah, celebrities use it
on their windows to, uh,

disrupt cameras.
- Hmm.

- You ever seen a, uh,
bird's nest this symmetrical?

- Graff, leave the birds alone.

- Ah, they're made of mud,
sticks, and garbage.

Oh. And usually don't come
with a price tag.

Or a camera.

- Oh, come on.
Takashi's a myth!

He's an urban legend,
and anyway,

he's not some 28-year-old
math tutor in Parkdale? Nah.

- Takashi vanished
two years ago.

The same week that Stuart
went off the grid.

- All the money
that Takashi stole

was converted into Bitcoin.

Now it's been sitting
in a public wallet ever since.

All Bitcoin transactions are
recorded on a public ledger--

- That can be viewed
by anyone, yeah, I know.

My brother
won't shut up about it.

- Right, so, for two years,

he left the money untouched,
until two days ago.

The entire balance got sent
to an untraceable account

at the same exact time that
Stuart was being held hostage?

- You think he was
paying a ransom?

- No, if it was,
it didn't work.

They still killed him,
but whoever kidnapped him

used this.

- Yeah, we found that
in Stuart's jacket.

The lab processed it, but, um,
there's no way of seeing

who received the signal.

- There are thousands
of people online

who were hunting
for Takashi.

I mean, entire forums
dedicated to it,

and these people,
they wanted to annihilate him.

- And then there were those
who just want to find the guy

who stole two billion dollars.

Okay, so who found him?

- Well, Mark just tracked down
the owner of the hidden camera

we found inside Stuart's
apartment,

so maybe someone at, uh,
Skyline Post has some answers.

- Is this about
that body in that tree?

I'll tell you,
the city's gone insane.

This is exactly
the reason why my wife said

we had to move
to Port Credit.

- Malcom, we, uh,

found a camera that belongs
to your facility,

illegally recording
the victim.

- Not my facility,
I'm just the manager.

- So you're not aware of what
your clients are making here?

- We got dozens of directors
and producers.

They rent equipment,
edit suites,

we're not monitoring
what they're making.

- You would have
a record, though,

of who rented
that particular camera?

- Here we go.
- Hmm.

- This guy.

Mr. Top Secret,

Patrice Beauchamp.

He was nominated
for an Emmy six years ago.

- So, Malcom,

what is he making here?

Did you take a peek?

- No idea, you're gonna
have to ask him yourself.

He won't tell me.

- Uh, but doesn't your company
offer, uh...

servers to filmmakers

so they can back up
their footage for free?

- Normally yes, but...
he didn't want that.

His editing suite
is usually locked.

He insists on having
the only key.

- Hmm.

Wow. Looks like Mr. Top Secret
has left the building.

- Yo, River, your shot.

- Before we get started,

would you mind turning
the camera off?

- What camera?
- The one on your bookshelf.

- Look, in my business,
everything is material.

You don't know the story
'til the story appears.

- Sounds a lot like
our business and, uh,

our story so far as
it appears is that, uh,

you were stalking
and surveilling a man

that we just found
dead in a tree.

- Thursday night, 7 PM.
Where were you, Patrice?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hang on.

You're not suggesting--

Suggesting?

No. I'm just asking.

- I was here.

I came in around 3 PM

and didn't leave
'til the next morning.

You can confirm it
with my neighbour if you want.

We shared a pizza together.
- We'll be sure to do that.

- Seriously.
I was right here, in my office,

transcribing interviews
on this computer.

- Well, that's interesting as
your office used to be at, uh,

Skyline Post.

- Until you abruptly
left yesterday

with four months left
on your contract.

- Look, I wasn't stalking
Stuart Song.

I just wanted the guy on camera.
That's it.

- Why?
A solitary math tutor,

the man barely
leaves a footprint?

- Exactly. I'm making a film

about people who've dropped off
the grid.

- Dropped off the grid?

Because thousands of people
wanted him dead?

- You think Stuart Song
is a crypto billionaire.

- Who told you?
- You just did.

Seeing that you're the only
person that thinks that,

I guess that makes you
our prime suspect.

- Okay, listen, I can prove
Stuart was Takashi

and...

that I am not
the only one who knows.

- How?

- Last week,

this was delivered to my office.

No return address,

just undeniable proof
that Stuart Song is Takashi.

- Mark and I went through
Patrice's folder.

Tons of proof that Stuart
was Takashi in it.

Show him what we found
in the Ryotcoin source code.

- Quit looking at my code.

- It's the first letter,
just like the bookshelf.

- Cute. Not as cute
as the bookshelf, but, um,

what about our tipster?

- We're thinking under 30
based on the, uh,

notes on the margin,

- We're All Gonna Make It.

Battle cry of
the crypto republic.

- Keeps people going when
they're losing their shirts.

- Play this again.

Okay, so,

under 30,

lurking on the forums,

if they've been able
to put this together.

- Raised By Wolves.

- Excuse me?
- The hat.

It's from Raised By Wolves.
They're a streetwear brand

and their store is in Ottawa,
wouldn't be too hard

to track them down.
They do a lot of capsules,

small batch stuff.

- River Smith.

- Can I help you, Officer?

- It's Detective.

We were hoping you might, uh,

have a conversation with us.

About Takashi.

- How did you find me?

- Apparently, you were
Raised By Wolves.

Okay, uh,
everybody out.

Yeah, you gotta go.
- Dude.

- Hey, Pete. Could you just

throw up a "closed" sign for me?

- Oh, really?
- Seriously?

- So, River, we went
through your files.

They're very thorough.

Why didn't you bring them
to the police?

- So you could arrest him?
- Well, he ripped off

100,000 people.
- Look, no offence,

but I don't exactly have
much trust in the police.

- Hmm, none taken.
- Besides, this isn't

cops and robbers.
This is a treasure hunt.

I mean, this is
the Copper Scroll.

This is the Beale Ciphers.

- Beale Ciphers,
they're a myth.

- Well, yeah, but imagine
if you were two steps away

from solving them.
- What-what do you mean,

uh, two steps?
- Okay. Okay, uh,

so this is a treasure hunt.

You find the gold.

Why give it away
to a documentary filmmaker?

- Was I supposed
to just release him

to those numbnuts online?

I mean, have you
heard those freaks?

They want to cut
the man to pieces

and string him up
by the toenails.

Patrice Beauchamp's
the real deal, I mean, I...

I think it was a great way
to expose Takashi to the masses.

- Yet here we are,
investigating his murder.

- You paint a target
on a man's back,

it's no surprise
he gets shot.

- Yeah, I know, I, um...

I'm sorry. I didn't--

- Thursday, 7 PM,
where were you?

- Swan Dive on Dundas?

Was a... first date.
- Question.

You're a puzzler.

This one's been bugging me.

I went through forums
from two years ago,

it seems Stuart
was arguing with Takashi,

not as himself, obviously,

his username was LifeOfPi97.

- Yeah, no, I-I, uh,

that's how I pulled his age.

Sloppy.
- Okay, well,

Stuart would point out issues,

bugs, problems,
and Takashi fired right back.

Called Stuart a fool,
a basic smooth brain.

Non-player character, NPC.

- Yeah, um,

I think that Stuart
was Ryotcoin's biggest fan.

And its biggest critic.

I-I always figured that he
was... fighting with himself.

- What do you mean?

- Haven't you ever heard
that thing people say?

Uh, "The greatest trick
the Devil ever pulled

was convincing the world
he didn't exist?"

- Mark's reviewing
the documentary footage now.

- How did he take it?
- Patrice?

Tore up the warrant
into tiny shreds.

I thought he was gonna
eat them.

- Well, the man has teeth.

- You get everything?
- Took everything with a plug.

- Thanks.

Takashi
is smart,

but the Hivemind is smarter.

We're gonna tear him apart,
limb by limb.

- Alright, stop it there, Mark.

That clip there,
can you highlight that

and find the original
sourcing again?

Ryotcoin
was hope.

And now, I feel like
I'm at the bottom of a hole.

And I look up at the sky, but...

it's so far away.

I don't know how
I'll ever get out.

And cut.

- You know, there comes a...
a point in every investigation

that things start to pile up

at the feet of one person.
And I'd say,

we've reached that point.

See, not only were you one
of two people who knew

that Stuart Song was Takashi.

Not only did you shut down
your work at Skyline

and not only did you threaten
Stuart's life,

but sin of all sins
for a filmmaker,

you faked the source
in your interviews.

- Couldn't get anyone
to come on camera.

They're all privacy freaks.

- You said you would tear
that man

limb from limb.

- I have an alibi.

- Well, I imagine
two billion dollars is enough

to, uh, pay off a neighbour,
but... what do I know?

At any rate, what we have
is far more important.

- What's that?
- Motive.

So you stalked him,
you brought him to a basement,

you put a plastic bag
over his head,

and secured it with tape
until he suffocated to death.

- You were nominated
for an Emmy, weren't you?

- Mm-hmm.
- How was that?

You fly down there?
To LA?

You meet any famous people?

No, because they
don't talk to losers.

But you did manage to get, uh,
funding for your next film.

But the money never ended up
on the screen, did it?

You put it all into Ryotcoin.

So not only did you
lose your money,

you lost people's trust.

You lost your reputation
and then your career.

- Yeah.

And I wanted to find
the man responsible.

- And do that to him?
- No.

Expose him and make him
rot in jail.

But I didn't want to kill him.

I just wanted my life back.

And the only way I could claw
back some semblance of a career

would be to tell it as a story.

Let the audience be
the judge and the jury.

So I posted on many forums
looking for help

and then, poof.

- Would you look at that,
someone drops Stuart's name

right into your lap.
- I confronted Stuart,

he denied it, of course.

But then I got a bunch
of texts on my phone,

accusing me
of killing the guy.

- The texts? From who?

- I have no idea.

So I started to panic,

shut things down at Skyline.

Removed all my footage off
their servers

and finished the project
from home, period!

- No, no, you're Mr. Top Secret.

They said you didn't want
their storage service.

What?

I always backed up my projects.
Who told you that?

- Okay, so why
would Malcom lie

about not having
access to footage?

- Well, maybe he was curious
about what Patrice was making,

held a, uh, private screening.

- Yea, maybe he, uh,
found Stuart's real identity

and he lied to us to distance
himself from our victim?

I mean, do you think Malcom
could have kidnapped Stuart?

- Well, it's a theory.
Only way to test it

is to, uh, revisit the clues.

- Yeah.
- See if anything's connected

to Malcom. Okay.

Now, Stuart Song
leaves his home at 7 PM,

he walks south
on Gladstone to Queen,

enters the underpass at 7:13,
van picks him up.

Takes him up to Tony Lewis'
abandoned house in North York

where he's held.
What are we missing?

- The van.

The van...

was rented using one

John Oswald's ID
and credit card.

Oswald was bar-hopping the night
that his wallet was stolen.

He didn't even notice it was
gone until the morning.

- How did he get home?

- It says here
he took a rideshare.

- From where?

- The Porthouse Social.

- Never heard of it.

- That's 'cause
it's not in Toronto.

It's in Port Credit.

- Oh, Malcom.

God.

Yeah, um...

Sorry, it's... been a long day.

Hi, sweetie,
do you wanna go play?

Watch your iPad.

- Watch the iPad, okay,
go ahead, sweetie.

Love you.

Yes, go play! Great.

Sorry.

I am trying to run

my graphic design business
from home,

but Max...
isn't in school right now.

- How old is he?
- Six.

But it's a long story.

- This is, uh,
this is beautiful.

- Yeah, Max is an artist.

That's for sure.

- I-I'm sorry.
You said he was only six?

Uh, that seems impossible.

- Well, not if he's
on the spectrum.

I used to draw when I was a kid,
but nothing so intricate.

This is remarkable.

- Sorry to intrude,

we, uh, we were hoping
to speak with your husband.

Is he home?
- Malcom?

Uh, no, he's at work.
Like... always.

I mean, God bless him.

He has been working
so much overtime.

Max has got a shot of getting
into Beacon Heights.

It's a private school
in the city, it's--

- Expensive.
Yeah, I get it.

- Anyway, um,

I'm assuming this is about
that body that was in the tree?

- Did Malcom
tell you about that?

- Uh, no. My uncle.

Apparently, the killer
used Tony's house.

All Tony talks about
is tearing it down

and the moment
he finally gets close,

it turns into a crime scene.

- Please, Ms. Davis, there must
be something I can do.

Some savings,
RRSPs, life insurance?

I could liquidate?
- Mr. Bell,

you haven't contributed
to your RRSP in four years,

your life insurance payments
stopped last January.

You're not currently insured.

$87,000 a year.

And frankly, I don't know
where that money's going.

- I told you. My son.

His name is Max, he's six,
he has ASD,

Autism Spectrum Disorder.

- Mr. Bell, I'm sorry,
there's nothing I can do.

- No! I'm not leaving until
you tell me what to do.

- Detectives Bateman and Graff,
we'll take this one, alright?

You can let him go.

Malcom, your boss said
you were taking lunch

to talk with your banker.
I'm guessing it didn't go well?

- Malcom, we'd like
to talk to you

about the kidnapping
and murder of Stuart Song.

The hunt for Takashi.

Yesterday, someone compared it
to a treasure hunt.

Hadn't thought about it
that way before, but, uh,

it stuck.

- Wasn't hunting for anyone.

- No, I believe you.
I mean, you're just

a middle manager,
you wouldn't look at the footage

that comes across your desk.
Why would you?

But it's, uh, it's human nature

when somebody hides
something from you,

to want to take a peek.

Mr. Top Secret, you called him.

Malcom, you took that peek,
didn't you?

Fortune fell right
into your lap.

It was like somebody was handing
you a winning lottery ticket

and all you had to do
was cash it in

and pop the champagne.

- We spoke with your wife,
Malcom.

We looked into your finances.

You're broke. It's tough.

And there's nothing
you wouldn't do for your boy,

Max.

Yeah, you'd go so far
as to, uh, steal a wallet?

Rent a van?

Plant a GPS tracker
in a man's jacket,

so you could hunt him down?

- GPS tracker?

No, I don't know
what you're talking about.

- But you abducted your target,

brought him to Hannah's
uncle's empty house,

you demanded a ransom
which he paid,

and then you killed him anyway.
- I didn't kill him!

No, I didn't, I...

I found his address
on Patrice's footage

and then I followed him
through the underpass.

I took him.
- Okay, why?

- Because I needed the money.

I asked him for $300,000.

Life changing for me.
For him, it's 0.015 %

of his net worth.

But he said he wasn't Takashi.

- Chained to a chair,
I might say the same thing.

- Sure, but then
he started making sense.

He started saying things,
like he was a-an early adopter

of Ryotcoin, and how
he met Takashi online,

and how he helped him
write better code,

improve his specs.

He swore on his own life
that he wasn't Takashi.

- So if Stuart Song
wasn't Takashi,

then... why did
he go off the grid?

- He claimed he was scared.

That people would find out
he was involved.

He said that after Takashi
disappeared,

he felt sick, like...

he was responsible
for ruining thousands of lives.

No! Everything
that I had brought up,

Stuart had an answer for!

- But eventually, you were
gonna have to get rid of him.

I mean, make it make sense,
Malcom.

- My face was covered,
so Stuart had promised me

he wouldn't tell a soul
if I had let him go.

So I went home.

I thought about it
for a couple hours and then...

When I came back,

Stuart was right
where I left him.

But with a plastic bag
over his head.

- And two billion dollars
transferred out of his account.

- Yes, so I guess
he was Takashi

and I'm an idiot for believing
when he said he wasn't.

Obviously, I couldn't
go to the police.

And there was workers
starting at the house,

I didn't know what to do!

- Are you saying
you moved a body

for someone else's murder?

- Look,

I don't know
who killed Stuart Song.

But I know it wasn't me.

- Looks like we have our man.

- Ah, for the kidnapping, sure.

- You believe that? Come on.

If it wasn't Malcom,
how would the killer know

where Stuart was?
- Because of the GPS tracker

in, uh, Stuart's jacket.

Malcom didn't even know
it was there.

- Obviously, he was lying.
- Why would you confess

to a kidnapping,
which is five to life,

and then lie about
how he did it?

- So you think
the kidnapper and the killer

are different people?
Okay, so how would

this imaginary second person
get the money

out of Stuart
when Malcom couldn't?

that don't include torture.

- But apart from Malcom,
the only other two people

who knew about Stuart

were the documentary filmmaker,
Patrice,

and an anonymous source--
- River.

- Both of whom have alibis.

- Well, for the kidnapping,
but not for the time

of the murder.
Look, if we believe Malcom,

we're looking at a whole
different chessboard.

- River Smith has no motive.

If he was after Stuart's money,

he never would have leaked
the information to Patrice.

He would have just killed him
and taken the money,

and no one would have known
who Stuart was.

- Which leaves Patrice.

- And the guy we have
in custody.

With motive.
Who just admitted to kidnapping.

- Okay, yeah. Theo, we're not
asking you to believe us.

We're asking for more time.

- Hey.

I can't confirm Malcom's alibi
for the time of the murder.

- Forester will be thrilled.

- What did you get?
- We combed through

all of Patrice's footage,

then realized we didn't
check the, uh,

camera we found in the nest.

- You mean the one that
just shows the curtains?

- Yeah, so, here's the exact
moment that, uh,

Patrice confronted Stuart
on his, uh, doorstep.

Now listen,
I've enhanced the audio.

- Oh, my God, Henry.

You didn't want
to lead with that?

- What, and deprive myself
of this beautiful moment?

Detectives.

Espresso?
- Oh, it's, uh, little late

for caffeine, thanks.
- Not if you got 200 pages

left of the Voynich Manuscript.

Hey, but now I got a new puzzle.

Why are you here?

- Well, we, uh,
we need your help.

See, uh, we found this
in Stuart's jacket.

You know, it turns out
to be a GPS tracker.

- Cool. Can I see it?

- It's not much
to look at, but, uh,

I think you've
seen it already.

Actually, I think
you were the one

who put it in Stuart's jacket.

Maybe even the night
he disappeared, huh?

You were at the Swan Dive,
just two blocks away

from his house,
and maybe you passed him

in the street and...

bumped into him.

- A-Are you...?

Wow, that's...

I'll have what
you're having, man.

- River, why don't you, uh,
come take a look at this?

Come.

It's video from
the hidden nest camera

in Stuart Song's front yard.

- That's... that's gripping.

- Yeah, I'll just turn up
the volume.

Stuart!
You can't hide this any longer.

- That's Patrice Beauchamp.

And Stuart Song.

It's trivial code
wrapped in

shiny influencer wrapping paper!

It was a meme coin.
- Yeah, right!

- You're still just a basic
smooth-brained NPC.

- And that, uh, guy lurking
around the house,

listening, that's uh,

that's you.

- No. It's not.

Doesn't sound like me.

- Are you sure?

- Ah, reflective gel.

Bad for paparazzi.

Good for us.

- So what?

I mean, the guy ripped off
thousands of people

and I'm the one who caught him.
I wanted to watch him squirm.

- Sounds to me like
you're the one squirming, River.

By using
the exact same expressions

Takashi used to insult
Stuart on the forums?

You know what we could
not figure out,

is how the killer
got the money

from Stuart
when Malcom couldn't.

But the killer didn't get
the money from Stuart, did they?

Because Stuart wasn't Takashi.

You are.

You killed Stuart

and you sent the money
to yourself.

You see?

The greatest trick
the Devil ever played

was convincing us
he was Stuart Song.

- Right, um.

Okay. I'm closing up, so...

Got a second date.

Unless you clowns
scared her off.

- The Hivemind.

It's real.

It's scary.

And crypto millionaires being
kidnapped all over the world,

being tortured, killed.

I mean, you heard about the guy
in France recently, right?

Got his hands severed,
sent to his family for ransom?

Alright, these are
the same desperate people

who were getting
closer to finding you.

So, how do you stop an angry mob

from asking questions?

You give them an answer.

- And Stuart was
the perfect patsy.

An early adopter, fingerprints
all over the code,

active on the forums and, uh,

went dark the same week that,
uh, you robbed Ryotcoin.

And then you saw Patrice
on the forums,

asking for help
with his documentary.

He'd publish Stuart's, uh,
fake identity to the masses,

to those fools.

To those basic smooth brains.

- Okay. If I am Takashi,

then why do I work
at a coffee shop, huh?

Where's my two billion?

- Yeah, you couldn't access it,
could you, Takashi?

Not when everyone
was looking for you.

So you needed a distraction.

And even if you could get

the billions of dollars
you stole,

do you really think
it would buy you freedom

from those freaks who wanted
to tear you limb from limb?

Tell me, River,

when was the last time
you had a good night's sleep?

You needed it to stop.

So you, you laid a trap,

you put a GPS tracker
in Stuart's jacket

in case he ran away.

Everything was going hunky-dory
until Malcom showed up.

Malcom, ah, but then the tracker
led you to an empty house

where Stuart was tied up.

Crisis equals danger
plus opportunity, so...

you decided on a dark pivot.

So you tapped a plastic bag

over an innocent man's head

and then sent yourself
two billion dollars

as he suffocated!

- River, you can come with us
right now.

We'll take you to holding.
And from this moment

until your trial,
you'll have our word,

you'll be fully protected.

- Yeah, or you can choose
to walk out this door

right now and lawyer up,

and we'll have no choice
but to start a...

very public
investigation into you.

Now when that gets out,

the media,
they'll descend like vultures.

In very little time,
we'll have enough

to charge you with murder,
but by then, it'll be too late.

Because everyone
will know your true identity.

And all that anonymity
that you've worked for,

that you've killed for
will vanish.

And of all the Ryotcoin buyers
that you duped,

I promise you, one of them
is gonna do a lot more

than just break down your door.

You...

You can't do that.
- We can and we will.

- You don't know
what it's like, okay?

I haven't slept in two years.

I feel like I'm going insane!

My head is-is pounding!

I feel like I'm just, my brain
is just going and going

like I'm spinning around.
- River, River, I get it.

You are looking for a way out,
so let us give you one.

You're a genius and I don't
use that word lightly,

but if you're as smart
as I think you are,

you won't turn this down.

It's your life, kid.

- Around-the-clock protection.

Private room.

As many books as I request.

- It's not a room, it's a cell.

- You know, you did a great job
in burying your treasure,

but you overlooked one thing.

You buried yourself
along with it.

- Let's go.