All language subtitles for CSI Cyber S01E05 Crowd Sourced

My name is Avery Ryan.

I was a victim of cyber crime.

Like you, I posted
on social media,

checked my bank account
balance online,

even kept
the confidential files

of my psychological practice
on my computer.

Then I was hacked,
and as a result,

one of my patients
was murdered.

My investigation into her death
led me to the FBI,

where I joined a team
of cyber experts

to wage a war against
a new breed of criminal

hiding on the Deep Web...

infiltrating our daily lives
in ways we never imagined...

...faceless...

nameless...

lurking inside our devices,

just a keystroke away.

Hey, man.

Turn your phone off.

What?
Turn...

your phone off.
The screen's bright.

What the hell are you talking
about? My phone's in my pocket.

Oh, really? Then what's that

lit under your chair?
That's not my phone.

ATTENDANT:
Hey, guys, come on.

Quiet, or you're
both out of here.

Oh, my God.

Move! Out of the way, move!

Run, run, it's a bomb, get away!

Back away, back away,
it's a bomb!

Move!

(car alarms wailing)

SIFTER:
So far, we believe

it was a remote detonation
using a tablet.

Call you when
I have more.

Somebody's putting a little
extra time in the field, huh?

Yeah, when a bomb
detonates in the capital,

(phone dings)
it is all hands on deck.

Yeah. I spoke to ATF.
They're waking up

every local scumbag
that's ever

set off a bomb.
As of now,

the medical examiner just
confirmed six dead, 30 injured.

You could multiply
that number by ten

if that kid had not gotten
that bomb out of that theater.

OFFICER:
Agent Mundo, over here.

Avery, I gotta brief the
White House in 30 minutes.

I'm gonna have
to show my hand.

I want to be
holding some face cards.

Let me see what the boys have.

(helicopter hovering)

What have we got?

Collected phones
from witnesses.

We scanned videos
and photos of the bombing.

Did you find
any possible targets?

No, but we did see a pattern.
Almost every phone

that we snagged received
two text messages.

First a number
and then a word: "Kaboom!"

Did all these phones
have the same text?

No. "Kaboom!" is the same,

but the numbers on all
the phones are different.
KRUMITZ: Yeah, we arranged

them from highest to lowest,
like a countdown.

Hey, guys,

these phones are from
inside the theater

where the kid
found the bomb.

Now, they all got
the same "Kaboom!" texts,

but all the numbers
were under 100.
All right, if the low numbers

were in the theater and those
closest to the explosion

were the highest,

then the tablet was counting up.

This is crowdsourcing.

Every time the tablet

connected to a phone,
the number ticked up.

RYAN: So the target used cell
phones to detonate the bomb.

When did you arrive
at the theater, Mrs. Carter?

We were late getting here.

My son was upset

because he was
missing the previews.

When did you receive
the first text?

In the garage.

Sam ran ahead to buy
the tickets and I went back

to the car to grab a sweater.
It's a bomb, get away!

Move! Get away! It's a bomb!
CARTER:
That's when I saw the 200.

And then you received
the "Kaboom!" text.

Yes.

When the explosion happened...

I was near the car.

And Sam was
much closer to the...

And now he's dead.

The officer
that I spoke with

said that the 200 was
the last text that was sent out.

Back away, back away!
CARTER: Means my phone
set off that bomb.

(explosion)
I have to live with that.

My phone killed
all those people.

It killed my son.

Mrs. Carter...

no, this is not your fault.

(sighs, sniffles)

I still haven't told my husband.

I have to call
my husband.

Of course.

Wait, I thought we were
reassembling the bomb.

We are.
Before we reassemble

we got to find
the bomb parts first,

which means we need to pick out
every piece of shrapnel

from all the debris
collected at the scene.

And you really think we're gonna
find the tablet's hard drive

in all of this stuff?
No matter
how powerful the blast,

bombs don't disintegrate.

Usually you recover
all the pieces.

Yeah.
I'm hitting a wall

with these victims' phones.

Turns out our
target anticipated

we'd figure out
the tablet was the one

that sent the "Kaboom!" texts,

so he protected himself.

I mean, usually the tablet

would leave digital dust
on each phone,

you know,
its Bluetooth address,

and follow it back
to the target.

But we can't.

Because every "Kaboom!" text

was bundled with malware
that wiped the pairing record.

It's like a footprint being
compromised at a crime scene.

The hard drive isn't here.

Too bad we can't
go back in time

to the explosion and see

where all the teeny-tiny
pieces went.

Actually, we can.

Krumitz... send all the media
you have to the Cave.

(wry chuckle) This is Cyber
Division's big, secret weapon?

It's a box.

Just sit back and watch, here.

Cave, tablet control.

All right, you ready?

Yeah. Security footage,
crime scene photos

and pictures from
the victims' phones

are locked and loaded.

Have the computer
pull it all up.
Yup.

Good. All right, run the
3-D stitch program.

Wow.

Okay.

Add the bomb blast plume,

eliminating
human carnage.

Guys, guys.

Damn, that was real.

MUNDO:
Okay.

Let's find this hard drive.

Yeah.

Right here.

That's the
hard drive.

Good.

Let's see where it lands.

Krumitz, advance
the explosion.

Um... I can't.

The photos and the video
that we compiled only take us up

to the moment the bomb exploded.

After that, it's just
bits and pieces of data.

Okay, so we know the hard drive

was propelled
in this direction, right?

Mm-hmm.
And we also know

eventually,
it would have to land.

Means it's somewhere
further down the alley.

Yeah, but we collected every
of bit shrapnel from the alley

and we didn't recover
the hard drive.

Then something interrupted
the course of its trajectory,

so, Krumitz, run a line from
the point of the bomb blast

through the hard drive
and advance the alley toward us.

Okay, the flight path
of the hard drive takes us

right into these two people--
this is about where

it would have landed,
right about there.

Good work.

Send me a still of the hard
drive's final position.

I'm gonna find out
who those two vics are.

Krummy...

I was thinking
after we catch that bomber,

maybe me and you can
come back here

and play that new
first-person shooter.

I got first.
(chuckles)

Hey...

Krummy?

Krummy!

CORONER:
I believe these

are the two victims
you're looking for.

Both suffered injuries
in the bomb blast.

(grunts)

There's the hard drive.

Thank you.

(sighs) I can't shake
this Mrs. Carter story.

Yeah, outliving your
kid is tragic enough,

but thinking
you killed him?

There's no words
for that.

So... M.E.'s office called.

They finally I.D.'d
the rest of the bodies.

Now, two were
Congressional staffers.

I'm being asked if I think
they were targeted.

There's no way our target
could've been certain

who would be near
the blast when it blew.

They're just
wrong place, wrong time.

How we coming on
that target profile?
I compiled

a list of our target's tactic,
techniques, and procedures,

like using a wireless
device as a trigger.

There are nine dossiers

in the FBI
database that fit.

Three are dead and one

is serving a
life sentence.

Eyewitnesses said
that the bomb was made

out of a shoebox
and duct tape.

So bombers are monogamous
with their materials.

Older materials suggests
someone over 35.

And then
there were two.
The one on the left

is currently under surveillance
in San Antonio.

The other's been off the grid
for over a year.

That is our target.
No name, no photo.

We know that he detonated a bomb
in Italy and another in France.

And now, here in the States.

Hey, you guys got to
check out this Web site.

It's trending like crazy
on ToggleFly, FriendAgenda--

it is everywhere.

Who's behind this?
We don't know.

Metadata's been scrubbed.
It's a dead end.

SCRAMBLED VOICE: You are
responsible for this bombing.

You could've prevented it

if you'd just
left your cell phone at home.

Your addiction to technology

is going to kill you.

And now for another lesson.

When this Web site gets
one million viewers,

a second bomb will explode.

RYAN:
Our target

is using page views
on a Web site

to make the public responsible

for the next explosion.

The site was uploaded
a few hours ago.

Has already 460,000 views
and counting.

The site has
an auto-run feature.

The video starts playing
the moment you access the site.

We have to pull it down now.

We've tried to hack it.

The firewall is too robust.
We're working on it.

Well, work faster.

That URL cannot remain online.

Let's find out
where this site

is being physically hosted,
and have an FBI intrusion squad

at the ready, in case
we got to hit a building

and unplug a server here.

Meantime, we've got
to alert the public

and have them
avoid that site.

No, no, no. Simon,
an alert will only
pique interest

and drive people to
view the footage.

Look how many views
we already have.

This is mass
cyber voyeurism.

They are visiting that site
because they don't understand

this is not a joke,
and it's not a game.

And every view brings us
one step closer

to a blast site
and a body count.

Clearly, our target

understands social
media addicts.

People who are compelled
to go to the site, thinking,

"If I'm viewer
500,000 or 600,000,

"or 900,000, there
are no consequences.

"All that matters is
the one millionth view,

so why not see
what's trending?"

Avery, I get
the psychology, I do,

but we cannot just sit by

and watch that counter
keep ticking up.

By making that announcement,
we can stretch it...

No, the announcement

will not just
alert the public.

It will alert the target.

And there could be very
real repercussions.

What do you suggest?

We need to find a way to break
through that site's firewall.

Then, you better get
moving here, Avery,

'cause human curiosity puts us
on an unpredictable clock.

We got no way
of knowing when or where

that bomb is gonna explode.

* I know you've deceived me,
now here's a surprise *

* I know that you have, 'cause
there's magic in my eyes *

* I can see
for miles and miles *

* I can see for miles
and miles *

* I can see
for miles and miles *

* And miles...

* Oh, yeah.

Guys, were you able
to break through the firewall

that's shielding
Crowdbomber.com?

No, still working on it.

Target's Web site's protected by
a legendary hardening package.

It's not just one firewall.
It's ten.

Whoever set this up
has mad skills.

Well, can you recode it
and get in?
No.

Hacking won't get us in.

We need the user name
and password

to get beyond this page.

And the only person
who has that is...

The target.

I've seen this symbol before.

You're about to make
the best decision of your life.

The FBI pulled six of us hackers
out of that house last month.

Some of my pals
are crazy talented,

and they're sitting in jail,
and I'm sitting here.

'Cause you're not
like the others.

Come work with me in cyber.

Tobin...

are you in?

(sighs)

Well, working for the FBI means

that you no longer
have any secrets.

I need you
to unlock your computer.

(sighs)

Tobin. Tobin has something
to do with this.

Two years, three months,

six days--

that's how long it's been

since I've seen
Special Agent Avery Ryan.

I'm chasing a bomber.

He's already
used cell phones

in a movie theater
to detonate a bomb,

and now,
he's using page count views

on a Web site
to detonate another.

Right down to it.

Honestly, I'd love to help.

I'm just not sure
how this relates to me.

You sold him hardening software.

Code that he used
to fortify his site.

Made it impossible
for us to hack.

You sure that was mine?

I recognized the log-in screen.

Ah.

You always were so observant.

You know, I think I may
remember to whom you refer.

But I haven't talked
to that guy in years.

Bit of a wacko.

You sure you're not working
with this bit of a wacko now?

No.

Not my type of black hat.

If we don't stop this target,
more lives will be lost.

Well, we both know

you need my help,
and we both know

you're not gonna get it for
free, so, here's the deal:

I want access
to the prison library.

As you must remember,

I'm kind of a voracious reader.

I can't even get a smile?

How about this, Tobin?

No deal on the table.

You'll help me, or I'll transfer
the six Latin Kings

you're paying to protect you
into another prison.

Can't I even get a smile?

That's not a log-in
and password.

No, that's not a log-in
and password.

That's an address
to my deep Web site

where I keep all of my exploits
and what you're looking for.

You can't remember
your password?

Are you serious? Do you have
any idea how many exploits

these babies have created?
Countless.

Oh, uh, one last thing,
kind of important.

Tell your new hacker pet,
Brody Nelson,

to be real careful
when he visits the site.

I hear he's quite good, but
then again, this malware is

some of my most aggressive.

(lock buzzes)

Go this Web site.
It's Tobin's.

Be careful.
It'll be crawling with malware.

All right, I'll
use a computer

not connected to
the FBI network.

Well, somewhere on his site is
the admin log-in and password...

Mm-hmm.
to unlock Crowdbomber.

Find it fast,
pull it down now.
I'm on it.

Did I hear right?
You visited Tobin?

I did. Tobin wrote software that
our target is currently using

to throw us off the trail.

Which still doesn't mean
you need to involve him in this.

Well, leave no stone unturned.

It's fine; seriously.

I got him to help.

In the end,
that's all that matters.

If it went fine,
why do you look so upset?

I brought him into the FBI
to try to change a life,

and now, he's in prison.

You know, Avery,
some people have the tools

to make the right choice,
like Raven.

She knew we were
the best thing that ever

happened to her.

Others can't be saved, 'cause
others are just plain evil.

Hoped you'd see that by now.

MUNDO:
I got an idea.

We need to divert viewers from
the original Crowdbomber site

to about 50 other pages
with the same video.

Pages that are not linked to
a bomb that's still out there.

Is that doable?
It's doable.

It's just gonna
take a long time

to make 50 exact
clones of the Web site.

They don't have to be exact,
just close.

Once people view the video
on a... on a similar format,

hopefully, that'll satisfy
their need to go watch it.

I'll call the search engines,
get 'em to move our cloned sites

up to the top
of their results page.

Burying the real site--
hella clever.

Yeah, I have my moments.

Just figure
if we spread out traffic,

it'll give us some time
to find the bomb.

Got it.

Krummy, Avery said be careful
accessing Tobin's site.

I didn't think she meant
Level-5 CDC-biohazard careful.

Look at that-- even the malware
has got malware.

Okay, locating the admin
log-in and password.

Downloading that right now.

Oh, my God, you got
to be kidding me.

KRUMITZ: Tobin encrypted
the log-in screen?

Dude is playing games.

No, he's trying to
make Avery dance.

The sicko gets a perverted sense
of pleasure from one-upping her.

Everybody talks about this
dude like he's the Devil.

Tobin betrayed Avery by trying
to sell confidential FBI intel

to the bad guys she was chasing.

Nobody saw
his double-cross coming?

MUNDO: Tobin was the first
black hat she rescued.

Avery handpicked him. She saw
something special in him.

We trusted him
because she did.

Tobin knew Avery had a soft spot
for him, and he played her.

(computer trilling)
Tell me that's the
bomb's hard drive.

It is.
I was able to rebuild it

and pull off the unique
I.D. number.

I used it to track the tablet's

movement from the theater back
to where it was first turned on.

Could be where the bomber lives.

Send me the GPS coordinates.

See what I'm
talking about?

Why's he pounding you?
I'm the one who found it.

Clear!
Clear!

Clear!

DIGITAL VOICE:
When I'm done, the world
will fear their cell phone,

fear social media,
fear their crushing addiction.

Because you interfered with
my plan, this is my response.

Instead of a million views,

the bomb will now detonate
at 750,000.

People will die... soon,

and you only have yourself
to blame.

Bomb! Bomb! Everybody out!

I hope you all enjoy
my surprise.

(man grunts)

(groaning)

MUNDO:
Medic up!

(groaning)
Medic!

SIFTER:
Raven's mirror sites
have slowed the traffic,

but word has gotten out.

Now that the target's
lowered the trigger number,

the bomb could blow
up before midnight.

Yeah, and still not closer
to finding Dr. Frankenstein

or his monster.

Okay, he hits
a movie theater here.

Library in Paris.

Café in Italy.

I mean, it's like the target's
trying to make his pattern

look completely random.

But it's not completely random.

For him, it's about victims.

This target...

is interested in maximizing
the amount of victims

by going after...
large crowds.

(scoffs)
So he could hit anywhere

with lots of people
and lots of phones.

I mean,
the possibilities are endless.
MUNDO: The guys and I

just processed what was left
of the target's laptop.

It's a dead end. There's nothing
on that hard drive.

So that's it.

I mean, no more options.

No. There's one more.

Tobin.

MUNDO:
Come on, Avery.

Tobin is playing games.

But if we want
to shut down that site,

we have to play along

so he'll give us
the encryption key

to get past the log-in screen.

SIFTER: All right,
all right, all right.

Let's say we do play along.

What does Tobin want?

Tell your new hacker pet,
Brody Nelson,

to be real careful
when he visits the site.

He wants to spend
a little quality time

with a member of our Cyber team.

(lock buzzes)

TOBIN: So this is
Brody Nelson.

This is the new Tobin. Hmm.

Yeah, can I be honest?
Not really what I expected.

You sure this one's
to be trusted?

She knows this one's
to be trusted.

No more games, Tobin.

I'm just surprised Sifter
let you keep the party going.

Trust a black hat once,
shame on them.

Trust a black hat twice...

How long do you think you can
deny the thirst, Nelson?

You have no idea how much money
can be made selling the secrets

at your fingertips.

But I do.

And how's that working out
for you?

You like your new
living situation?

Concrete walls,

shackled up,
zero computer access?

Seeing how much your life sucks
only makes me more confident

that I will never become you.

RYAN: You know
why I'm here.

You knew I'd be back

the moment you sent me
to that site.

Now give me the...
Patience, Avery.
We will get

to the encryption key.
But, right now, though...

I want
to know Nelson's hacker handle.

You give me that key or I'm
gonna make your life miserable.

Hacker handle.

Quest.

Let's play
"get to know you" later.

Clock is ticking.

You crashed CommerceTicker.

Yeah, that was me.

Now what's
the encryption key, Tobin?

You must know Free4All.
Of course I do.
Dude's ridiculously skilled.

Yeah, Free's FriendAgenda
tabnabbing exploit
was top-shelf.

Yeah, and adding a "Your session
has timed out" page was genius.

I hear he went after
FriendAgenda because
they banned him for life.

Yeah, well,
that's the word on the wire.

All right, Avery.

I'll let you in.

Mm.

Uh, under one
condition, though.

I get to type
the encryption key myself.

You want to type?

Type into a text file.

No Internet.

(shuddering breath)

I haven't touched a keyboard
in years.

(exhales passionately)

(sighs)

This should give us access
to Crowdbomber.com.

Okay, Krummy.

Voila. You're in.

So how long
before the site comes down?

Just need to get
onto the host server

and delete the Web site's files.

Just give me one second.

And...

NELSON: Wait, wait, wait!
Krummy-- Stop typing!

Scroll up
to the last subroutine.

Tell me I'm crazy,
but isn't that...

KRUMITZ:
It's a dead-man switch.

MUNDO: Wait, like the kind
that triggers a bomb

if the human operator
is incapacitated?

NELSON:
Exactly like that.

Except this is
the digital version.

If we alter any code,
if we delete HTML files,

if we try
to disable the bomb remotely...

boom.
Wait, wait.
Is there a work-around?

Just make the bomb think
it already exploded.

I can't even alter one character
on a single line of code.

I have never seen anything
this sophisticated.

(sighs) So we're back
to a manhunt again.

Hey, Krummy, take a look
at this code.

It was just added
four hours ago.

Yeah, that's right.
When the target adjusted

the trigger threshold
down to 750K.

See, this, ladies and gentlemen,
is what you call a mistake.

See, he didn't count on us

unlocking
his hardening software,

so he didn't anonymize
the computer he used

to alter the code.

Can you trace it?

Does Nelson's tie
match his socks?

(chuckles)

That's a yes.

(both laughing)

Elijah, you want
to meet our bomber?

MUNDO:
I'll get a tac unit.

High fi...

Yeah! High...

Krumitz...

MUNDO:
Hands up! Drop it!

Stop! Stop!
FBI! Hands up!

Stop right there!
Drop it! Drop it!

I will blow us all to hell.

You don't want to do that.
There are children next door.

Shut your mouth.

I swear...
people have to know the truth,

and I'm gonna be the one
to show them the truth.

They're gonna know the truth
and you're gonna show them.

And I'm gonna help.

What's your name?

My name...

What's your name?

My name is Miles Jensen.

Miles, I'm Elijah.

Why don't you...
People have to know
that we are a society

addicted to technology,
to social media.

No one sees it.
You don't see it.

I'm the only one who's paying
attention to what we've become.

Well, you've got
our attention, Miles,

and you've got a point.

But you need to put down
that detonator before we...

Don't tell me what to do!

I'm in control here, not you.

These people need
to be stopped, and I am

the only one who can do it.

They didn't listen before.

But they're gonna listen now.

I'm listening to you, Miles.
I'm listening to you right now.

What I'm telling you,
if you let that bomb

you linked
to the Web site go off,

nobody is going to care
what you have to say.

Tell me where the bomb is,
and we could...

Too late!
It's not too late.

It is too late!
Miles!

Put down
the detonator!
You shouldn't have come here.

Miles, stay with me,
all right?

Now I have to take you all
with me.
No.

Miles...

M-Mil...
Look at me.

You think
they're gonna listen now?

Stay with me-- Miles!

(auto-dial beeping)

Avery,
is the counter still running?

698,000...

698,001.

Elijah,
we're running out of time.

Elijah, you didn't
have a choice.

You and your SWAT team
were in harm's way.

You made the right call.
Did I?

He was the only one who
knew where the bomb was.

The answer we needed
died with him.

We're gonna find that bomb.
Nelson and Krumitz are working

right now on how that Web site
triggers the explosion.

We got it! We got it!

Internet Relay Chat, baby!

IRC is an application
layer protocol

that facilitates data transfer
in the form of text.

Krumitz, some of us
don't speak robot.

It's a private message service.
All right.

Just think of an IRC channel
like a tunnel that allows

indirect communication.
MUNDO: Then let's indirectly
communicate with the bomb

and find its location.

Gentlemen, is there
something you want to share

with the class?
There's a password.

And I killed the only guy
who knows it.
Yep.

Can't you guys
just hack the IRC?

Absolutely. If we had
a few dozen skilled coders

and about a year.

Wait a minute.

Mmm! I knew
that encryption coding

on the Internet Relay Chat
channel looked familiar.

Tobin wrote it.
Must have sold it to the bomber

when he sold
the hardening software.

RYAN:
Damn it.

Avery, wait.

I'm sorry-- Simon,
I have to go back. Nelson...

Yes?
You're with me.

Bring your laptop.

We need that password
to find the bomb.

Avery, we need to talk.

There's nothing
to talk about.
Oh, yeah, there is.

Avery!

That Tobin is clearly
up to something.

You can't trust him.

I don't.
That's not what this is.

This is about Tobin getting
what he wants.

And you know what?
He's good at it.

He's crafty, but I'm better.

Yeah, and I believe
that you're better.

Now, look, Tobin is
dangerous for you, all right?

So just stop going back
to him and let him go.

I will.

As soon as I get what I need.

As soon as we find that bomb.

Library duty,
like you requested.

Now you can open
the IRC channel,

so we can find the bomb.

Everything seems to be in order.

Uh...

the password is...

one word:

AveryRyan. Capital "A,"

capital "R."

All right, I'm sending it
to Krumitz now.

(gasping):
Help. Help.

I can't breathe.
I can't breathe.

(gasping)

Guard.
GUARD:
I'll get another inhaler.

(gasping)

(breathing
deeply, slowly)

You could've just let me die.

We might still need you.

Send that password to Krumitz.

Okay.

(panting)

Done.

KRUMITZ:
Okay, the IRC channel's open,

and now we're tracing the bomb.
These are the last three

cell towers the bomb's
detonation tablet connected to.

Using the signal strength,

I can tell you that bomb is
somewhere in that square mile.

SIFTER: Yeah, a needle
in a square-mile haystack.

Could be anywhere.
No, not anywhere.

We just have to think
like the bomber did.

We better think fast-- we just
passed 725,000 page views.

RYAN:
We know that he believed

that technology and social media
were the downfall of humanity.

Yeah, and to save humanity,

he wanted to kill
as many people as possible.

What about the convention
center? Isn't there a
tech conference going on?

That was last month.
NELSON: Football stadium's
right there,

but no one plays on a Tuesday.

Nelson, do me a favor--
run a search

on all the events
in DC tonight--

anything that could draw
a large crowd.
Okay.

RAMIREZ: Vine Club's
cohosting an event

tonight with AOV Mobile.

The cellular company.

RYAN:
That's it-- big crowd,

lots of cell phones,
fits our bomber's MO.

Adjusting the trigger
to 750,000 wasn't arbitrary.

He wanted to insure would
explode at the show tonight.

It's already started.

Krumitz, you're with me.

*

RYAN: Elijah, we just passed
730,000 views.

Avery, it's packed in here!

It's not gonna be easy
to find the bomb.

Everyone at the concert is
recording it with their phones.

The target was counting on that.
He wants that explosion posted.

That's how he
spreads his message.

Where's the one place
you can guarantee

all the cameras will be pointed?

The stage.
Start looking
for the bomb there.

I'm on it.

Yo, cut the music, cut it.

Get these people out of here.

Hands away, back up.

(music stops, crowd booing)

DJ:
Hey, guys, they're telling us

we've gotta clear out of here.

I don't know what to tell you,
but they've got a badge

and they look important.

Krumitz. Found it.

Nelson just texted.
The web site just passed

735,000 views.
I'm gonna call the bomb squad.

DJ: Sorry about this.
We can't know
they're gonna get here in time.

We're dealing with
an unpredictable clock.

DJ: If everyone can start
heading for the exits...
KRUMITZ: Oh, my...

It's at least three times
the size of the bomb

that went off inside
of the theater.

It's not safe
to disarm it in here.

What does that mean?

Shouldn't we just get... Okay.

Krumitz, stay here, I got this.

You can't disarm
a bomb and drive.

I'm coming.

(siren wailing,
tires screeching)

Hey, man,
it's a little hard to type

with you all over the road.
Sorry, Krummy.

You want to drive?

RYAN:
Elijah, you're still ten miles

from the first open area.

You're not gonna
make it in time.

We sent the bomb squad
your GPS coordinates.

They'll try and meet you
en route.

The bomb squad'll never
get it disarmed in time.

Just passed 740,000, boys.

KRUMITZ: Okay, I just

ran a diagnostic on the bomb.

It's the tablet's ringer

that's the detonator.
I think I can write a script

to just tell the ringer
not to ring.
NELSON: Krumitz, not even you

can write that much
code from scratch.

You got a better idea, Nelson?

Actually, I do.

I saw an exploit
on Tobin's site.

It's a piece of malware
that turns off

cell phone ringers.
RAMIREZ: He's gonna need
to update that code,

adjust it to the tablet.
Yeah, but the framework
should still be the same.

Krumitz, I'm sending it
to you now.

Okay, okay.
This might actually work.

(honking horn)

RYAN:
We just passed

742,000.

Krumitz, did it work?

Nope, nope, definitely

did not work.

MUNDO:
Coding's not gonna save the day,

but I'm gonna slow down,

I want you to get ready
to jump out.

What? Are you insane?
Krumitz,

I want you out of this car now.

That is an order!
The hell it is.

We are in this together.
Now just shut up.

What just happened here?

The counter's
suddenly going crazy.

Oh, God, unbelievable--
someone DDoS'd the site.

RAMIREZ:
743,000 and climbing.

Krumitz, Elijah,
get out of that SUV now.

We're still in
a populated area.

If we stop driving, people die.

RYAN:
Kill the battery on the tablet.

Listen to me carefully.

An SUV's engine
takes a tremendous

amount of electricity
to turn over.

Wire the tablet's battery
to the car's starter.

That will drain
the tablet's power supply.
Of course. Krumitz,

we got to wire the tablet's
battery into the car's starter.

Hold on.
(tires screech)

Geez!

Told you to hold on.

SIFTER:
Passing 749,000.

Hold it?
Yeah.

Elijah! Krumitz!

Krummy?

Krummy, are you alive?

Krumitz, you alive, bro?

MUNDO:
We're alive.
(whoops)

RYAN:
Oh... (laughs)

(Sifter whoops)

I'm gonna throw up.

(both laughing)

Seriously, take me
home right now.

(both laughing)

SIFTER:
You brought a blackhat

into our inner circle here...

MUNDO:
Tobin was another hacker

we all trusted,
who betrayed us.

SIFTER:
...once a blackhat,
always a blackhat.

TOBIN:
Wow. (laughs)

This place is huge.
(chuckles)

What are we doing here,
solving cyber crimes

or putting on a Broadway show?
Either way, you can count me in.

The FBI director finally agreed
Cyber needed its own space.

Huh. Only took
three years of jockeying

with Major Crimes on a bunch of

antique computers.

So where's
my office gonna be?

You taking that one?
'Cause if not, I call dibs.

Hey, I was just...
just kidding about

the office thing-- I don't...
I don't really need an office.

I wanted you to see this.

I really wanted you to see

Cyber's new home.

But you're never
gonna work here, Tobin.

What?

You're under arrest.

What is this, a joke? What am I
under arrest for? Hey! Hey.

You betrayed your country

when you tried to sell

FBI secrets to criminals

on the Deep Web.
What?

You are guilty of conspiracy,

espionage, theft...

I never did
any of that, Avery. I...

Tobin, stop! Honestly,

I thought you
had changed.

But I was alone
in that thinking.

You see, the rest of the FBI--

they were just waiting

for you to put
your black hat back on.

Including Sifter.

He started
watching you.
What?

He just showed me
definitive proof

that you compromised
the FBI mainframe.

No, Avery, listen, okay?

You can't... you can't
just send me to jail, okay?

You can't just send me
to jail, 'cause we're a team.

We're not a team!

We never were.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
please, no, no, no, listen.

I-I made a mistake. One mistake.
But you got to let it slide.

You c... You can't
do this to me, Avery.

I'm not doing this
to you, Tobin.

You did this to yourself.

Please... Hey, come on,
let go of me. Hey!

Hey, come on! Avery, please.

Hey, Avery,
please, hold it...

You can't just
put me in jail, Avery.

Avery, come on, now, here now!
Hey, we're a team, Avery!

No, come on, guys,
no, no, no, no...

Hey.

This bad boy's
clean as a whistle.

Wiped it seven times.

No malware could survive
that scrubbing.

Not even malware
as impressive as, uh...

You're impressed with Tobin.

That's okay, Nelson.

He's incredibly impressive.

I mean, look, I'm not defending
the man or nothing like that,

it's just, those codes, they...

They're good.

He's very talented.
But so are you.

We wouldn't have found
that bomb without you.

We wouldn't have saved
those lives without you.

We're lucky to have you.

Thanks.

There's just
one thing I don't get:

why was Tobin so hung up
on getting library access?

It wasn't like you were gonna
let him near a computer.

He didn't need a computer.

He was gonna use the router
in the librarian's desk

to dump his Deep Web exploits
onto the mainframe.

I know I walked those exploits

into that prison on that laptop.

But how was he
gonna get 'em off?

What was he gonna do-- magic?

He was using a near field
communication device.

Yeah, but the guards searched
him right in front of us.

How was he gonna
get an NFC past us?

RYAN:
He created a diversion.

NELSON: The asthma attack.
(scoffs)

The NFC was in his inhaler.

I know I shouldn't
be saying this, but, uh,

damn, that was
a pretty genius move.

It was pretty genius.

But not genius enough.

Ain't that right.

Oh, by the way,

Special Agent Avery Ryan

wanted me to give you this.

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