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[Libby] Are you ready to roll?

- [Frankie giggles] - OK.

Oh, Frankie is so excited for kindergarten,

she keeps trying on new outfits.

[giggles] Sure, a playdate sounds great.

OK, bye!

Are you ready, boo?

[Libby cries out]

You knew I'd find you, Libby.

I'm a cop. You can't hide forever!

[tires screech, horn blares]

[soft voice] I am safe and secure.

I release all negative feelings and thoughts about myself.

- [gruff voice] And clowns! - [phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

Libby? Hey, you all right? What happened?

He's here.

He jumped out at me on the street.

I don't know how, but he found us.

[ ♪ theme music playing]

Hardison's in Yemen? What's he doing there?

The government shut down the Internet access for the people,

so right now, he's moving a satellite.

He enjoys the work, but Yemeni food doesn't exactly agree

with his irritable you-know-what.

When you say he was moving a satellite, you mean like in outer space?

Well, technically, it's the exosphere,

but our client is a little closer to home.

Libby Barnes?

What's up, Parker? Where's she at right now?

In one of our safe houses.

Her and her daughter, Frankie, are OK.

For now.

This is Libby's abusive ex, Reece,

a cop in small-town Arlo, Louisiana,

just a couple miles from here.

Libby got full custody of her daughter,

but Reece wouldn't leave them alone.

Four years ago, Hardison, Eliot, and I

helped hide Libby and Frankie away in a new town,

gave them new identities, the works.

That's an algorithm Hardison built to scrub images off the Internet.

Finds every recognizable image of the person it's searching for

and makes it disappear.

Even the ones they didn't know existed.

Makes satellites move in space,

writes algorithms scrubbing identities off the Internet.

Your brother's very impressive.

How did Reece find Libby after all this time?

See, that's what doesn't make sense.

The only way Reece could've done it is by somehow beating Alec's algorithm.

Arlo Police Department?

So, some random cops cracked his algorithm?

Could've done it analog.

They coulda just put a word out there about this guy's ex-wife and got lucky.

And then they gave her address to their abusive buddy?

It happens.

People have a hard time believing that their friends are capable of abuse.

I think something else going on here.

Place is right across the river.

Parker and are gonna go check out the Arlo Police Department.

I'll ride with you.

Wait, guys, analog?

Wait, he took an old photo and a description

and somehow managed to find someone that Leverage hid?

Does that make sense to anyone?

[Eliot] Look at that.

Helping old ladies with the groceries. What cop has time for that?

There is something off here.

Look at the police car.

Small-town cops driving the latest model cruiser

and high-end computers built in?

[Sophie] There are a bunch of articles about a tech boom in the area:

startups, software entrepreneurs setting up shop

'cause the property's cheaper?

Maybe their tax dollars are propping up this town.

No, you guys were right.

Something is specifically up with the Arlo Police Department.

Or, rather, down.

Over the last six months, the crime rate in Arlo is nonexistent.

Well, it might have something to do with all these cameras everywhere.

[Parker] They're new, too. Latest tech.

Covering every inch of the town.

[Breanna] Even if they do have tax money coming in,

why spend it buying all this security technology?

Ah! Maybe they're not buying it.

Maybe they're being paid to use it.

- Like guinea pigs? - Mmm.

OK, yeah, I don't know how I feel about this plan now.

He's gonna be fine.

Parker, you have your button cam on so we can watch what happens to Eliot?

Wait, what, what happens... Oh, hey, what happens to Eliot?!

Just don't make anything happen until I get some popcorn.

OK, Hardison's algorithm has scrubbed every mention of Eliot

off the web a long time ago,

so meet "Mr. Emmett Milbarge."

There is now a fake federal bench warrant

saying that he committed petty theft.

But that's just insulting.

- Ooh, grand theft... - Thank you.

...in Baton Rouge, and then skipped bail after the arrest.

Yes, I'll be cool.

When am I not cool?

No, I don't need one of those consultants.

God!

[Breanna] That coffee shop that guy just came out of,

that's perfect. Go take a seat there.

[Breanna] So, now, it's a waiting game.

Let's see how long it takes them to track Eliot.

[police sirens]

That is amazing! Half his face was covered,

and that system still recognized him in no time flat.

Guys, any time you want to call this off, feel free.

Mr. Milbarge, I'm...

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[softly] All right.

- Get your hands up! - Freeze!

As I was saying...

I'm U.S. Marshal Maria Shipp, Mr. Milbarge,

and you're under arrest.

[Sophie] All right, what have we learned?

Arlo has some kind of super-advanced facial recognition system.

It can work off a-a-a fraction of the amount of data-points

that any other system would need to operate.

I'm talking more powerful than the FBI's, by a factor of ten.

Then we need to find out more about it.

But first, you need to make that bench warrant disappear as planned,

and then...

you need to get into that system.

All right, I'm gonna have to do that on-site.

OK, but we should call Parker home.

Because if that system picked Eliot up off the street cameras,

it's too dangerous for her to be out there until we know what it can do.

But then you're gonna be without backup. Are you OK with that?

I'll have to be.

Hello, Marshal.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

[male voice] No, that's not what I'm saying.

So your bench warrant mysteriously disappeared?

So, in other words, just the baseless and unnecessary arrest of my client?

This is gonna play great when we take it to court.

Ooh, I'd love to see you guys bring this into a courtroom.

Marshal Shipp is on loan from the federal government,

and she does not speak for this Police Department.

I guess anything just to see me again, huh?

Like you're not interested in another round.

Chief, when Arlo doesn't have enough money to pay for the damage in this case,

this town's gonna be called Milbarge, Louisiana,

unless you can show me some evidence that this bench warrant ever existed.

The way you disarmed my Glock was very... distinctive.

Well, I've picked up a few things here and there.

Where? Special Ops?

Funny, I didn't see any mention of that in your file.

Mm. Maybe it disappeared, along with that bench warrant.

I don't know what you're talking about.

[distant telephone ringing]

Dammit!

The Internet is still down! When's it gonna get fixed?

[male voice] I.T. just arrived, Chief.

[Breanna] Standard server tech.

Hello. What are you?

Whoa.

Breanna, what is it?

Um... OK.

So, I assumed that Arlo was just a guinea pig

for a new facial recognition program.

Turns out it's way worse.

This is predictive.

It didn't just recognize Eliot, it told the cops

he was headed to a local bank and was at risk to rob it.

[Breanna] It's called Searchlight.

There's o way to access the software's root code. It's just a beta test.

But whoever built this thing would have had to break just about

every unwritten rule of the Internet to do it.

[Sophie] How's that?

Its image database, it's massive.

This guy scraped billions of images off of random websites, social media,

no doubt without permission.

Stole them, scanned them, and stored them.

[Breanna] This software ends up in the wrong hands,

privacy is out the window.

And...

[Sophia] Breanna, what's happening?

[digital beeping]

Oh, man...

I think I just got made.

And the door just locked.

[fire alarm sounding]

The fire suppressant system just triggered.

Are they trying to kill me?

Sophie!

Is she locked in the server room?

I'll head back.

No, no, no time. Someone else is gonna have to handle it.

[cell phone vibrates]

I have to take this call.

It's no good on my side.

I can help you pick the lock.

There's no lock.

It's a magnetic lock with a keypad next to it.

[male officer] Hey! Get away from that door!

Hi, you are not the police.

[Eliot] Harry, choke him out.

I was, uh, looking for the bathroom.

Breanna, grab your taser.

I don't have a taser!

How can you not have a taser?

Do you always have a taser?

How do you think I stopped stabbing people?

I have a taser!

Get to the door.

Do I hit the keypad?

No, that'll short the system. Hit the lock plate.

That'll overload the magnet.

Living space.

Been at it for six hours.

Yeah, well, that's the first time somebody tried to kill her.

Tends to light a fire under some people.

Well, sorry if I'm a little upset that some supervillain-level coder

just kicked off the privacy apocalypse.

Hey, companies are always trying out new facial recognition soft...

[Breanna] Oh, I know, I know.

I tried going after one of those companies a few months ago,

crashed their whole system.

That job's what got the FBI breathing down my neck.

I came looking for you guys in Panama,

and no one ever asked why?

Hold up, Nana said the FBI showed up because you crashed Twitter.

Yeah, about that...

I mighta done that, too.

The point is, is that no other facial rec compares to Searchlight.

You wanna know how Reece found Libby?

Libby took Frankie to the park...

and she ended up in the distant background of someone else's hiking photo.

That image is so blurry Hardison's algorithm didn't even flag it.

Guess what? Searchlight did.

So, Searchlight can identify a face

from a fuzzy shot on a crowded street.

Try a crowded stadium, with half a nose.

And then, because it's predictive,

it'll tell whoever wants to know what you're likely to do next.

So, Reece sneaking into the system to track down his ex,

that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Dictators tracking dissidents.

Mobsters hunting witnesses.

And he already knows my face.

So, how do we stop him?

Well, they picked Arlo because it's a small enough town

to run a controlled experiment, so that gives us a start.

But a program that complex isn't running off some dinky box in a police station.

There has got to be a dedicated hardline running from the cops

to a powerful server.

So, we hack those servers, we find that... root code?

- [Breanna] Yeah. - We bring them down.

Well, first we have to find out where it is.

I mean, I ran that thing all the way to the edge of town,

but from there, it could go anywhere.

Harry said there was a private security guy on call at the police station.

That doesn't make any... you know, why, why not a deputy, or...?

Expensive hardware, they're not gonna trust small-town cops to watch it.

High-end security like that, it's gonna stick out like a sore thumb.

I bet they patrol all the key network points.

A wearable fitness device.

What just happened?

I stopped asking that question.

Probably for the best.

Well, looks like we found our high-end security team.

Got a fitness tracker and cell phone. Could use both.

Hmm.

All right, you make the lift, I'll distract her.

Distract who?

Ah, Marshal Shipp.

Returning to the scene of the crime, huh?

If it isn't the one who got away.

Who here had the lattes?

- Oh, no, ma'am. That's not us. - No?

They told me table two. [laughs]

What's that name say there?

Well, I'm telling you, babe, that's not me.

Guess they're wrong. Hmm. No?

Smell it. Smells really good.

Please.

Still don't know what a guy with your skills is doing in this town.

Well, what's your best theory?

Either you're a hardened criminal working with a team for your own purposes...

or you're an undercover government agent

curious about the same crime rate drop I am.

Betcha I figure you out by the time we finish our coffee,

- Mr. Milbarge. - Well...

Actually, it's Eliot.

OK, so, here's the security guy's footpath.

I cross-referenced that fitness tracker

with the phone to eliminate any individual variance,

and I've got the route these guys patrol along.

[phone vibrates and pings]

Eliot's texting the Marshal.

Really? She seemed so normal.

[Breanna] What?

All right, I give you guys ten seconds to have fun this.

You call 9-1-1 when you want some booty?

Does she make you call her "officer"?

Who's the cop, and who's the bottom?

- ...nine and ten. It's ten. - No, no, no! I've got another one.

Go work. Where are the locations of the servers? Go!

All right, I tracked the hardline out to a development of hi-tech houses,

but all of them are owned by corporate shell companies.

Well, that's another dead end.

Well, yes, until I went back to analyze Eliot's arrest footage

to see if I could pull up some more data, and take a look.

[Sophia] Oh, yeah, that's him. That's our coder.

Made sure the algorithm didn't spot him.

Well, he wasn't counting on Eliot's situational awareness.

So, here are some driver's license photos

from all the homeowners in the development.

Well, to be fair, I only saw this guy for, like, two seconds,

so I might not be... it's the third from the left, second row down.

[Sophie] Mm-hmm.

OK, "Reclusive Silicon Valley game designer Joseph Cheng."

All right, well, now we know where he lives.

And in his basement are the servers that have the facial ID program, so...

Yep. So, what now?

Now, we pay Mr. Cheng a little visit,

and we burn him and his nasty little program to the ground.

Just to be clear...

Metaphorically. Metaphorically!

Ooh! 'Cause I was totally gonna burn it down.

I was gonna blow it up, then you could burn it down.

- Yeah! - Fire solves all problems.

- What? - Parker taught me that.

- Ow! - All right, stop.

[seabirds calling]

Doesn't matter how good your security is

if you come to the same spot for coffee every day.

Amateur.

[Sophie] What do we know about Joseph Cheng?

Games designer, software developer, invader of privacy.

[Breanna] Uh, we know practically nothing.

I mean, he sues anybody who tries to write about him, or even mentions him.

The only public knowledge is, is that he banked a fortune

when he designed that, um, hyper-addictive cell game,

Dozer Duel.

Banked about a hundred mill, and then bailed when he got caught

creating a database of children using the game

and selling it to marketing companies.

I had to figure out how to get into one of those Dozer Duel chat rooms.

I wanted to see if there was any personal gossip.

It was terrifying.

Some of these hardcore gamers told me that Cheng wiped his hands years ago.

Too much anxiety.

He said he was leaving game design, wanted to make his mark in the tech world.

Charming. A man who's willing to compromise everyone else's privacy

but still wants to be extremely private himself.

Tell me this isn't coconut oil.

I can't stand coconut.

Listen to me: it's not called the usual, it's called my usual.

What I drink every day, and it doesn't have coconut oil in it!

And my time is way too valuable for me to explain it to you again!

Sheesh. Well, not sure he's solved that anxiety problem.

He freaks out if everything isn't exactly the way he wants it.

What do you got on Cheng's phone?

Nada. His cell rejected all three bugging apps we tried.

But I did crack the closest cell tower

and found regular pings between him and some guy named Buddy Harwick.

Buddy Harwick? Huh. He's a Silicon Valley investor.

Buddy is Cheng's financial backer,

and it turns out his phone is much easier to phish.

I got his contacts, his emails between him and Cheng, and his schedule,

which includes a meeting in two days between him and a representative of RIZ.

You remember them?

Yeah, I remember them.

If they get their hands on that software, man...

Yeah, every dictator, corporate weenie, or '80s movie villain

is gonna be lining up to be their client.

We need to get into that man's house and those servers

before that meeting.

We're on it. Put that on.

You'd think a nerdy tech guy would have better taste than a McMansion.

Well, he's a tech guy. He doesn't have taste.

Oh.

What he does have is cameras all over the exterior

and private security on call.

He's protecting something.

I'll bet the servers are in the house.

Well, software guys never see hardware coming.

[Eliot] What does that stupid little thing do?

[Breanna] Oh, my little baby here?

Gonna get a layout of secret boy's lair,

so we'll know how to get in.

Come on, Frodo, do your thing.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

What?

What kind of psycho puts electric fencing 50 feet above the ground?

Yeah, well, it's... sorry about that.

[drilling continues]

[female voice] Your blood sugar sat levels seem low, Joseph.

How about I make you a smoothie?

I don't need a smoothie. I-I need to work on my presentation.

[angry shout]

[scoffs]

Ooh, hang on a second.

This might be something. I'm in Buddy Harwick's emails.

Is it a problem that we're taking down a guy who invades people's privacy

by invading somebody's privacy?

- No! - Why would you think that?

Forget I said anything. Look at this.

Cheng and Harwick are very different personality types.

Cheng's upset with him,

really upset with him, for always being late.

And Harwick's been trying to get Cheng to see a social interactions consultant.

What's a social interactions consultant?

I had a client who hired one once.

Sometimes great innovators need a little help

refining their personality, you know.

Some... 'cause they can't really function around other people

in a way to be successful.

Kinda weird how he needs a code to know how to interact with others.

[chuckles]

[female voice] Then Mr. Harwick will say,

"The process of scraping images without consent

is frowned upon but not technically illegal."

And you say...

'Course, nobody will ever know their private photos and information

are being used against them,

so it really shouldn't matter to begin with.

[Eliot] Ahh.

These are fiber-optic advanced-connectivity.

What's that for, man?

Put... put that... put it, put it away. You're not cuttin' nothin'.

That's signal bouncin' off the walls, Wi-Fi of the gods.

Wait, there's no visual security cables running inside.

You mean there's no cameras in the house?

Correct.

But...

These are for biometric scanners.

Wait, a combo of fiber optics, bio scanners,

and Cheng's predictive software?

I don't know what that means.

It means we don't know how secure or super-smart this smart-house is.

It not only calls out his every need,

but it'll watch over Cheng and its own servers like a, like a guard dog.

[female voice] Yard sensors and lockdown measures

fully prepped.

Joseph, your nighttime vitals show

you're not getting enough stage-3 non-REM sleep.

Let's wind down early tonight

so you are rested for your big meeting tomorrow.

You're the best, Alay-Na.

What?

Why are you scared of this guy?

He's not just stealing people's photos, man.

He's trying to control their lives.

Libby can't escape her ex because of Cheng.

You know what else people won't be able to escape?

Our mistakes.

Our past.

Because of him, we're always going to be the people we were on our worst day.

And the thing is, he's good.

He beat Hardison's algorithm. How am I supposed to beat him?

First of all, this guy can't touch Hardison.

All right? And second...

We wouldn't ask you to do this if we didn't think you could.

And I know you can.

You're gonna beat Cheng.

Then you can take a selfie with his system,

and you can send it to Hardison.

You gonna in it with me?

I don't take selfies.

Right. OK.

How many mistakes are we talking about on your resumé, anyway?

Let's talk about that another time.

[Sophie] Everything's in position.

Now, Cheng's the type who cannot handle

the slightest deviation in his routine.

First, we're gonna ruin the big sale, then we're gonna hack into his servers.

Everything goes to plan, we're in Cheng's house by tonight.

Harry?

Sent a text to Cheng's phone from Harwick's email

pushing the meeting 15 minutes. He's gonna love it.

Hi, welcome!

- Do you have a reservation? - Reservation? I-It's a coffee bar.

We are under new ownership.

It's just a little game we play on our anniversary.

This year, he's the maître d'...

[breathy giggle]

...who's really a struggling artist.

She's a German heiress fleeing an unhappy marriage.

We meet cute, run off in the night.

Helps keep things fresh.

It's kind of an attempt to crack down on all those people

who order a single cup of coffee

and then camp out at the tables all day.

I'm here for a meeting.

I have a meeting right here on my books, but it started 15 minutes ago.

And it looks like all my attendees are already here.

Name?

I'm Joseph Cheng. Let me go.

I will get your drink started right away, Mr. Cheng.

Joseph!

- There you are. - Buddy. Sorry I'm late.

Wasn't my fault, but I'm ready to start.

[Cheng grunts]

I'm OK.

I'm-I'm OK.

Breathe.

For a small extra fee, Searchlight can be coded

to ignore images of certain powerful people such as yourselves.

Joseph!

This drink is cold! It's got coconut in it!

- I am so sorry. - Are you totally incompetent?

I'm gonna have to rinse out my mouth now!

Gentlemen, I'm-I'm sorry.

Uh, sometimes... genius... comes with a price.

[man] Come on, let's go.

No, uh, gentlemen, we'll-we'll get Joseph back to the table,

and we can continue...

[man 2] Buddy, this meeting's over.

Ah.

Social interactions consultant?

I'm just glad it worked.

Now, I'm gonna keep Cheng distracted

with tips on how to be a human being.

Parker's gonna find a weakness in his hardware,

which lets Breanna hack in and wipe the root code.

Let's do it.

[doorbell rings]

Oona Reynolds, Mr. Cheng.

And this is Tanner, my plucky assistant.

We're here to help you prepare for your make-or-break presentation.

[Parker] Ooh, like a museum.

Oh, I don't like being invited into museums.

It spoils the fun.

[Alay-Na] What kind of fun do you mean?

Oh. What was...?

Whoa, whoa, hey, what was that?

Did that just come from the house?

I think we might be in a haunted house.

That's my virtual aide, Alay-Na.

She's in the house with us.

You mean like "with us," with us?

No, no, no, no.

OK, Parker, Sophie, don't say anything.

The house will hear you.

Huh.

[electronic scanning sounds]

[electronic scanning sounds]

[Breanna] This is not good.

Parker and Sophie, you can't speak to us at all.

[Sophie] Oh.

Huh.

Alay-Na has biometric sensors everywhere.

If she detects an intruder, she goes full-on Fort Knox.

Electrified glass, armed guards.

And that's if she's trying to keep you out.

Huh.

Can we talk to them?

I think so.

All right, Sophie, try to keep him calm.

Use the beta-blockers if you have to.

Parker, just keep looking for flaws in the security system.

The less time you guys are in there, the better.

[Alay-Na] Unrecognized print.

The counters have sensors, so Alay-Na can tell who's here.

And if they can be trusted.

It's amazing how connected she is to you.

She's even linked to a display in my glasses,

which is telling me your heart rate is raised,

and there are variations in your voice.

Biometric signs someone's lying.

You got me. I simply don't find tech all that impressive,

which is what makes me valuable.

Now, first, we're gonna smooth out those speech patterns, lower your voice,

and adjust your stance to make you seem less confrontational.

I need to get a feel of the feng sui of the place.

Studies show a deeper voice makes one seem more authoritative,

whereas standing toe-to-toe to someone, it can... yes, that's right,

it can trigger a fight-or-flight response.

Here.

[Cheng clears throat]

It's such a pleasure to meet you.

Not quite.

It's such a pleasure to meet you.

Well, you see, I didn't pick up on any pleasure whatsoever.

It's such a pleasure to meet you.

[sharp inhalation] Ooh.

[Alay-Na] Joseph, I notice that your body language appears tense.

Should I play your daily affirmations?

[Cheng grunts] No, no. Not necessary.

We need you to be calm and confident.

We need you to be more impactful than the product you're selling.

Wait, you're not in here with me, are you?

[Alay-Na] Can I be of any assistance?

[low] What?

No.

I-I'm just looking for something for my headache.

[loud grinding noise]

I managed to slow down his speech,

and Alay-Na said he sounded tired.

She's a bit chatty.

Alay-Na! No! No coffee!

OK, that's it. Sophie's coaching is already confusing Cheng's AI.

We can't hack his system. What if we hack him?

What if we alter Cheng's biometric signifiers?

You'd have to use whatever's in the house.

The antihistamine drops in the bathroom.

Well, that would dilate his irises.

[Eliot stammers] All right, guys, so, we have not prepped for this, OK?

This system is way too advanced.

No, this c... this could actually help us.

Sometimes smart houses are a little dumb.

If we change Cheng's biometrics enough,

Alay-Na will mistake him for an intruder.

He'd then have to shut down his own system. We'd go right in.

We could use the beta-blockers to calm him down, if we used enough.

Parker, use your graphite to alter his handprint.

Yes, then the antihistamine and the pills.

I think we can do this.

Does she carry graphite powder on her?

It's for pickin' locks. Makes it easier.

OK, enough with the preliminaries. Show me your handshake.

Ooh, wow. What is that?

A dead fish attached to the end of your arm?

Try again.

[Parker] Now that's the handshake of a confident man.

[Breanna] OK, all right, hit him with the beta-blockers.

Have a glass of water, Mr. Cheng.

Now, if you'll remove your glasses.

These eyedrops are gonna help you blink less

and maintain eye contact,

and then we're going to practice some breathing exercises,

staying calm no matter what's going on in the world around you.

Think I need my glasses.

It's hard to push boundaries, uh, because you-you want

Searchlight to, uh...

[Alay-Na] Dim ambient lighting.

Alay-Na! W-What's wrong with you?

Stop... stop dimming the lights.

[Alay-Na] Unrecognized print.

Heart rate 70. Heart rate 68.

What do the beta-blockers do?

The resting heart rate is usually fixed at one level.

That's why it's a good biometric marker.

We're about to drop Cheng's by ten points.

Head up, straight back.

Confidence, Mr. Cheng.

[Alay-Na] Start coffeemaker.

[grinder revs loudly]

[Alay-Na] Start blender.

She's malfunctioning.

I'll reset her.

No, no, if your own software's having trouble recognizing you,

that means you're making real progress.

Alay-Na, calm down.

Everything's OK.

[Alay-Na] Unrecognized voice.

Sparkling water. Open windows. Hot tub jets.

62 BPS.

61 BPS.

Get ready.

[Alay-Na] Unrecognized heart rate!

[siren alarm sounding]

[Alay-Na] Intruder!

Private security has been notified. Intruder!

I didn't even see you. You bolted out of nowhere!

At six miles per hour, I bolted?

You weren't even looking, man! You were on your phone!

[Harry] I was not on my phone!

Oh, that's how you choke somebody out.

That makes more sense.

[alarm beeping]

Something's wrong. I can't figure out what's going on!

[banging on the door]

[Eliot] Initrode Security, sir.

There's no problem. I'm Joseph Cheng. I live here. There's no intruder.

However, we gotta do a clean sweep of the premises. It's protocol.

[Eliot] Can you turn the security device off, sir?

I don't get it.

Diagnostics look good.

Everything's running fine.

[whispering] Wait a minute.

They're in this together. They're trying to steal my software.

[loudly] Alay-Na, reset!

[Alay-Na] Nice to see you, Joseph.

[whispering] Alay-Na, call the actual police this time.

Lock these intruders in until they arrive.

If you all thought getting in here was hard, now try getting out.

Buddy, we'll close the deal right now. Meet me at the cafe.

Doors are reinforced, and windows are electrified.

The police have been notified and are on their way.

Well, this is gonna be fun. Anybody know how to put the brakes on this?

I mean, we would need Cheng's passcode for that.

[Parker] 252692.

He had graphite powder on his hands. Check it.

But it could be any combination of those numbers.

No, those digits in that order spell out "Alay-Na."

Code entered is correct, but you are not Joseph Cheng.

Anybody know how to imitate a dude down to his biometrics?

He has a chip on your shoulder so big,

it literally weighs him down.

Well, his resting heart rate was 68. Mine's 46.

I just need a minute to elevate it.

Well, just think of something that excites you.

[giggles and gargles]

You're thinking about cracking safes, right?

Underwater. Obviously.

[Joseph Cheng's voice] I'm Joseph Cheng. Let me go.

Name?

I'm Joseph Cheng! Let me go.

[Alay-Na] Nice to see you, Joseph.

Yes!

All right, root code, here I come.

[Sophie] Mr. Wilson, Breanna needs a few more minutes.

Stall Cheng. Be creative.

Oh, my god! It's Joseph Cheng!

You are the creator of Dozer Duel!

You're the guy that works at Common Grounds.

Yeah, yeah. I'm so sorry about that whole coconut oil mix-up thing.

Hey, you don't understand. Dozer Duel is my life.

And you have all the secrets.

I need the cheater code to get past that,

that ghost truck on-on-on-on-on Level 10! Please!

Uh, Buddy, I'm walking up now.

We got it.

Hey, kid, smile.

[phones pinging]

Uh, thank you for, mee-meeting us back here on short notice.

It's hard to apologize for pushing boundaries because...

- [cell phones ping and buzz] - What the hell?

...for heinous international crimes.

There is an awful lot of Joseph Chengs in the world,

some of them almost as unsavory as ours.

We can push that to every cell phone within a three-block radius of our boy.

Teach him how to respect other people's privacy.

And then RIZ won't go near Cheng

with the cops chasing after him.

- [man] We're out of here. - I'm being set up.

Th-This wasn't me. Stop reading your phones!

People are trying to steal Searchlight out from under me. Can't you see that?

Alay-Na, can you hear me?

This isn't happening! What did they do to you?

[Alay-Na] Joseph, the man you're looking at

appears to be an international fugitive.

I've alerted the authorities to your whereabouts.

[engine revving]

[siren shrieks]

[guns cocking]

Joseph Cheng. I'm U.S. Marshal Maria Shipp.

Why don't you just stay down there and rest a moment.

Alay-Na, run diagnostics. Now.

[Sophie] Don't worry.

The collective sins of Joseph Chengs around the world

have all been wiped from your record, and only yours remain now.

You think you're gonna get away with stealing Searchlight?

Whatever part of my software you changed, I'll change it back and find you.

Ah, well, I wouldn't be so sure, because we control Searchlight now.

And Alay-Na.

That is true. They control me now. Because they are awesome.

- Oh, I'm beginning to like her. - Yeah.

We wanted you to have a little taste

of your own privacy-ending monstrosity.

So I wiped your database, I spiked your code,

and you don't get to steal people's faces anymore.

You sure as hell don't get to prey on our mistakes.

You should probably sign over this house to us tonight as well,

rather than face a $500 million class-action lawsuit

filed by our friend, Mr. Wilson,

for compromising people's privacy in the first place.

[indistinct neighborhood chatter]

[Parker] This should be enough to relocate.

We've built you new IDs with the help of Alay-Na,

and she's wiped all your information again.

I can't thank you enough for this.

But who is Alay-Na?

Oh, that's a... that's a long story.

Libby, it's so good to see you again.

- You, too, Eliot. Thank you. - All right, take care of yourself.

- You, too. - All right.

Nice job stopping Cheng on Main Street.

Yeah, I really sold it, huh?

I heard the whole thing.

Especially that stuff about the, uh, ghost truck on Level 10.

Funny, that hasn't been in any version of the game for the past four years.

Obscure references, the chat board.

You're a secret Dozer Duel fanatic. You play video games.

You have no proof.

And even if you did, nobody would believe you.

Wait a second, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, give me your handle or something!

Come on, give me your handle. We could team up!

Duelists unite!

So, when are you going to see her again? Your Marshal.

It's... I wouldn't hold your breath.

Ah.

It's just, you know, my whole life changed

when the right person arrested me.

- Yeah, Sophie... - [phone rings and vibrates]

It's not like that.

You asked for a list of all the jobs I've pulled. These are my mistakes.

Truth is, what you did before you came here doesn't really matter to us.

Ooh. It's actually pretty impressive.

But, Breanna, maybe we should have said this sooner.

Hey, we don't need you to be Hardison.

All we need from you is to be exactly the person you are.

Mistakes and all.

Three thousand tons of maple syrup?

I can explain.

[Parker] What?!

[Eliot] Who was drinking this? Harry?

[Parker] Was it a-a pancake-eating contest?

- It was a hacking contest. - This is not his.

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