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[alarm beeping]

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[Mom] Olivia, time for school.

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[Detective Holland] It could be your daughters

that fall victim to this.

It could also be your sons

or anyone who has access to an electronic device,

which is pretty much everyone,

especially teens.

Now, the fact that

they have smart phones in their pockets,

combined with their propensity

to share personal information online

makes teen girls easy targets,

and that's why it's important

to get ahead of game changers like this.

[man groans]

Game changers?

Really?

Yeah.

Game changers.

We can't fight these perps

because we don't know if it's a close friend,

the mailman,

or someone living 2,000 miles away in a trailer.

Right,

but don't you think

you might be giving them just a little too much credit?

I mean, we got real criminals,

real problems,

just outside of that door, that's all I'm saying.

Well, let me tell you what I'm saying.

These vics are subject to fraud,

mental abuse,

and trauma,

and most of the times, the perps get away with it.

When are we supposed to go searching

for these invisible criminals, hmm?

Would that be after our double shifts?

In between our daily online shopping?

You know who says shit like that?

People who are part of the problem.

[laughing]

[man] Okay, gentlemen, that's enough.

[♪]

[sighs]

[girl] All right, go, go, go. Run.

We're gonna be late.

Just go, go, go.

Say hi to Mom.

I caught you. Oh!

Hi, Mom.

Mwah. Okay, don't miss the bus.

- Have a good day. - You too!

Hi, love.

- Hey, Mom? - Yeah?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Uh, breakfast is on the stove.

Okay.

Thank you, sweetie. Have a good day!

[♪]

[♪]

[woman] Please open up to chapter three,

and we're going to go through the homework.

Headphones off, Miss Lawrence.

All right, is there anyone who would like to volunteer

to begin with the homework answers?

All right, who has an answer for me?

We'll start from the top.

Anybody want to volunteer for the first answer?

[♪]

[girls laughing]

This is so nice. Like, look at this color.

Is that the one you were telling me about?

Yeah, that's the one I was telling you about.

You literally just put it right there.

She's probably auctioning off her virginity.

Chill out.

Please. Don't go all High School Musical on me.

[♪]

[boy] Boo!

What up, loser? Did you miss me?

What did you say?

I said, did you miss me?

Hello?

Whatever.

You are wanted at the office.

[camera shutter clicks]

Did you just take a pic of me?

Yeah.

You kind of have

this whole depressing beauty thing going on.

So what'd they get you for?

Don't know yet.

You?

Sleeping.

Again.

As if they make class so entertaining.

Miss Coleman. My office.

Wish me luck.

Luck.

[man] I want you to look at these.

And tell me what you see.

I see my report card from last year

and last semester.

You know what I see?

I see two different Emmas.

One who was driven and going places,

and the Emma who skipped school, missed assignments,

and stopped caring.

Look,

I know high school can be a difficult place,

especially for girls like you.

Girls like me?

All I mean

is that high school is a time

when you want to express yourself,

but with social media,

sometimes, how your present yourself

can lead to gossip.

I already told you that--

Somebody else made those posts.

I know.

Regardless, it proves that...

when you put yourself in those positions,

things can get out of hand.

Now, the good news is

you have the power to reinvent yourself.

Think about this summer as a blank canvas,

where you get to choose which Emma you want to be.

He wants me to do summer school.

Well, that's not such a bad idea.

Are you kidding me?

Why not?

Because I'd rather claw my eyes out

than go anywhere near that school.

Okay, well,

honey, I just want to see you get back on track.

I mean, freshman year, you loved school.

I know things change, but...

come on, Em,

I was nowhere near popular

and I managed to make a few friends.

[text alert buzzing]

I mean, what's wrong with trying?

We had an agreement-- no more bad grades--

so I want you--

Em, honey!

[boiling]

Shit.

Where's your head?

[car horn honking]

Okay,

bye, guys.

In bed by nine. Listen to your sister.

Okay. I'll see you in the morning.

Be good.

[Emma panting]

[gasping]

[panting]

[♪]

[phone clatters to the floor]

[text alert buzzes]

[♪]

[camera shutter clicks]

I know, exactly.

- For real. - We had, like, dinner, and...

I... I need to talk to you.

I'll talk to you later.

What?

[gasps] What the hell?

Where did you get these?

From Blake.

Oh, my god, this can't be happening again.

Wait, has he done this to you before?

Yes, but I thought it was being handled.

Well, do you know who it is then?

Have you spoken to him or seen him?

No, no, and no.

And keep your voice down.

Look, I don't know who he is.

He hit me up on Facebook, I friended him, and...

Sending him those pics was a stupid mistake.

He's-- he's been messing with me, too.

He's the one that hacked into my Facebook last semester

and posted all that crap about me

until I sent him photos of myself.

I thought I was the only one.

Wait, what do you mean it was being handled?

I filed a complaint

with some detective at the police station.

They said they'd handle it,

and, honestly, that's all I care about.

- But they haven't-- - Look, I just want to drop this.

Okay?

So, whatever you do, just keep my name out of it,

because if my parents find out, I'm dead.

Will you at least tell me who you spoke to?

Her name's Detective Holland.

Uh-huh.

No. I will get to it. I promise I will.

Good morning, Detective.

Nice work on the Tenth Street bust.

Thank you, sir.

A couple of mistakes on your DD 5.

The D.A. needs it fixed immediately.

I will get to it.

I have to make a quick house call.

What time did you get in this morning?

Um... six?

- Six? - Yes.

June, there's a pile of case files on your desk

stacked a mile high.

You're the best cop I have--

I'm sitting right here, boss.

I know.

You know it's okay to ask for help.

I got it, sir, really. I got it, Lou.

Okay.

[Dad] Thank you for the food we're about to receive

for the nourishment of our bodies.

In Jesus' name, we pray.

- Amen. - Amen.

[Mom] Liv.

Amen. What?

You know better. No phones at the table.

Sorry, yeah. Just some school stuff.

What were you saying?

We have two home visits tomorrow.

Mrs. Morgan and then Greens.

[text alert chimes]

Mm, we need to stop by the pharmacy tomorrow.

[Dad] Didn't you just pick up a refill?

I know.

Feels like they're going quick, but it's been a few weeks.

[Dad] Oh.

Well, this looks great.

- Thank you. - No, thank you.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Detective Holland.

She's not in.

What can I help you with?

Um...

I need to file a complaint.

Hey, Ross.

Yeah?

Can you help this young woman here?

She needs to file a complaint.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah. Send her through.

Right through that door.

So...

what's this about?

Someone is harassing me.

Online.

Online?

Yeah.

Okay.

Um...

Do you see that office just over there?

Mm-hmm.

You see that seat right in front of it?

Just in that chair in the front.

We'll have someone come over and talk to you real soon.

- Just... - Okay.

Yeah, just over there.

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[woman] I so do appreciate you dropping by, Pastor Carter.

[Dad] Of course.

Of course.

[woman] Please, to help with the church.

Thank you.

[Dad] It's our pleasure.

Thank you, Mrs. Morgan.

[Mrs. Morgan] I suppose we can expect

Olivia to follow in her father's footsteps

and become a leader of the town one day?

Absolutely.

She's a model student as well.

On track to be valedictorian of her class.

[Pastor Carter] Shall we get started

with an opening prayer?

Yeah, actually,

I just have to run the washroom.

Sorry. Excuse me.

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[♪]

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Detective Holland.

[Holland] And you said he would ask for explicit photos of you?

Yeah. As blackmail.

Who told you to come talk to me?

Um, it was Olivia Carter.

- Carter... - Yeah.

Do you know the name of the person doing this to you?

Mm-hmm.

He goes by Blake.

Oh, no.

There are two reports filed.

It looks like this Blake might be a serial predator.

[knocking]

Hi. I'm here to--

Dad!

Cops are here.

Gabby's in trouble again!

So, this has nothing to do

with her last run-in with the law?

No, Mr. Coleman.

Actually, I'm not here because of anything Gabby did.

I'm here about

the harassment complaint you filed.

Harassment complaint?

Gabby?

Okay, some jerk was messing with me online,

and then he hacked into my email

and was sending insane things to everyone in my contacts,

and he said he wouldn't stop unless...

I sent some photos.

Photos?

Like your professional stuff?

[Holland] Explicit photos.

Jesus, Gabby.

I didn't know what to do!

I just really wanted to get rid of him.

And that made the most sense to you?

- Send photos of yourself? - I don't know.

I know this is a complicated situation,

but actually,

you filing that complaint

is a big reason why I'm here at all.

Without it,

this might've been overlooked as an isolated incident.

Whoever this person is,

he's harassing other girls in town.

There's other girls?

Yeah.

You're not the only one.

Thank you for coming in today.

All three of you have filed harassment complaints

regarding the same person,

and I want to find them.

So what do you need from us?

Well, my goal is

to find factors that will lead to a suspect.

If this Blake person targeted all three of you,

then maybe there's a connection with each of you.

So you all go to Haney Regional, correct?

Any mutual friends?

No.

Please.

What about hobbies?

After-school activities, clubs...?

Well, what about outside of school?

Do you girls go to the same places?

I do school council,

or I'm at church and doing family visits.

I'm a preacher's kid. What do you expect?

[Gabby] Well, I actually have real hobbies.

I'm usually outside doing street photos.

I work at the hardware store after school,

or I'm just, like, taking care of my younger siblings.

Is there anybody at school

that would give you reason

to think they would do something like this?

- Haters. - Pervs.

Literally all the boys.

Okay.

You trusted Blake enough to send photos of yourselves.

And there was something about him

that drew you into a relationship.

How did that happen?

I guess I'll go first.

Um...

I don't know, we kind of just started talking,

and he was flirting,

so I was flirting back.

And then he saw the work that I upload online

and asked for more of myself.

And it wasn't really anything serious,

but we bonded,

and so...

when he asked for a nude, I just sent it.

I thought he was kinda hot,

at least based off the photos he sent me,

which, of course, probably aren't even his.

But, I mean...

he was the one who sent me a dick pic first,

so I thought,

what was the harm in giving a tease,

you know?

Mm-hmm.

I guess I just thought that I found someone that...

you know, actually loved me.

I know it's dumb,

but I shared things with him that I never shared with anyone.

It was like he, um...

like he saw the real me.

And I guess I just thought that if I...

if I didn't send the pics,

then it wouldn't have been real.

Okay, so that was pretty embarrassing

for us to admit,

so do you think you have enough info to find him?

We keep saying "him",

but how do we know it's not a she?

I mean, it could be anyone, right?

Yeah, that's right. Yes.

It's-- it's not a girl.

How do you know?

I don't know,

I just have a feeling, I guess.

Oh, great, you have a feeling.

All right,

it's most likely that--

that Blake is a man,

but we're not going to rule anything out.

I know this is a lot.

Let's just take a break.

Going that well, huh?

If they don't kill me, this migraine will.

I've got three teenage girls in there,

and for the life of me,

I can't find

a single commonality between them.

They all go to the same school, don't they?

Yeah, but that literally means nothing to these kids.

They're teenage girls.

Just go in at their level, get on the inside.

Okay...

I want to know about Haney Regional.

Take me through your day-to-day.

I want to understand the culture.

Well, it's hell...

especially if you're a girl.

Why is that?

The rumors,

the slut shaming.

I mean, why wouldn't it be?

Tell me more.

Detective?

Yeah?

How serious are you?

I take all my cases seriously.

I just mean,

this isn't the first time I've come here for help.

I need to make sure

that something's going to be done about it,

because my par--

It just, it wouldn't be good if anything got out.

Olivia, this isn't going to be an easy road.

But it's going to be harder

if you don't tell your parents yourself.

I just need to know that you're real.

I'm real.

We'll see.

You wish I was more like Henry, don't you?

That's not true.

It obviously is.

Just admit that he's your favorite.

Gabby, I don't wish you were your brother, okay?

But he certainly is more obedient,

and, yeah, you know what,

that makes my life easier.

I'm trying to do my best by you and your brother,

but...

What?

I don't know.

Maybe I gave you too much freedom.

You slack off in school,

you get detention at every chance,

and then all you do

is fumble around with this photography stuff

instead of getting serious about your future.

Are you kidding me?

This photography stuff is my future,

because I'm really good at it

and I'm very passionate about it,

so just because I'm not the, like, Disney-channel kid

that you expect from me and Henry

doesn't mean I'm not serious about something.

Well, you sure have a funny way of showing it, Gab.

Let's just get through this, okay?

[Mom] Yeah.

Oh, good.

You're here. You worked late.

Yeah.

[Mom] Okay...

Kids in bed by nine. I'll see you.

- Mom? - Yeah?

I wasn't at work.

I was at the police station.

Why were you at the police station?

How could you not tell me?

All this time?

I'm sorry. I just, I didn't know how.

I mean, you're always working and tired,

and the last thing that I wanted to do

was stress you out even more.

Okay, well, I want everything.

I want your computer, I want your phone.

I can't, okay?

Detective Holland

needs us to act like nothing's changed

or it'll look really suspicious to Blake.

Blake!

I want to know who this bastard is!

This is why your grades are slipping,

isn't it?

This is why you're struggling in school?

Oh, my god.

Okay.

Okay, well, I'll take the rest of the week off.

No. That's exactly what I didn't want.

I don't care, Emma!

I am talking to everyone.

I'm talking to Detective Holland,

to Principal Monroe.

I need some answers!

Mom, we don't have any answers right now!

Well, I need something!

I--

I can't help you if you don't talk to me.

Mom...

this isn't your fault.

Okay, I trusted someone that I shouldn't have.

I see that it is my fault.

It is my fault

because it is my job

to protect my daughter.

And I can't do my job if I am in the dark.

Is that everything?

I'm sorry.

I gave naked photos of myself to a guy I met online.

"And why the hell would you do that, Olivia?"

I don't know.

Maybe because I'm a slut who's desperate for attention.

[knocking on door]

Liv?

Why are you still up?

No computers after ten, remember?

Yeah.

I'm just finishing this assignment for tomorrow.

The day before it's due?

You know we don't put academics

second to hanging and chatting with friends.

I know.

I'm almost done. Promise.

Ten minutes, then lights out.

What's all this?

About time you came home.

You can get dinner started.

When we agreed I would move in, you knew I wasn't a cook.

Well, I'm just saying,

it'd be nice if my daughter

didn't subject me to takeout meals for once.

You mean, your daughter

who's the only detective in town

and barely has time for a sit-down dinner?

That daughter?

Dad, really, what's all this?

I'm starting a garden.

Well, you'd have better luck outside in the garden.

I know that face.

Wanna talk about it?

You should've seen the way this has affected them.

He crushed their spirit.

It feels really messy.

Is this even something the PD is capable of handling?

You mean is it something I'm capable of handling?

Well, what does anyone really know

about this kind of stuff?

Dad, this Blake person--

he's gonna target more girls if I don't do something.

Look, all this is over my head,

but if it's computer stuff you need help with--

No. Mm-mm.

My job is not one of your hobbies.

Not me.

Remember that computer class I took a few months ago?

Yeah, when you went through your tech phase

and you enrolled in that web-design class

that, of course, you did not stick with.

Well, that teacher is a wiz.

Sharp as a nail.

I need a cyber-security specialist,

not some community college professor.

[Dad] Mm-hmm.

[♪]

[banging]

[♪]

[♪]

Sam Finley?

In the flesh.

You're the cyber expert?

That's me.

I'm a T.A. and teach night classes.

CE's just my thing, actually,

but I gotta be honest,

I'm not really too fond of cops, Detective.

Teaching those night classes wasn't exactly by choice.

It's more a condition

to keep my ass out of juvie from back in the day.

Okay.

Well, I could really use your kind of expertise.

I mean, I can't make any promises--

maybe a job reference.

In Haney? I'm good.

But your dad

was the nicest person in my class a few months back,

so I'm really happy to do him a favor.

It's too bad he dropped the course.

Yeah.

He has a habit of not sticking with hobbies.

No offense.

None taken.

Plus, he mentioned something about a hacker,

and, well, I like a challenge.

Well, I imagine it'll be just that.

In November 2008,

Barack Obama defeated John McCain

in the federal election

to become the 44th President of the United States.

[Olivia's voice] Because I'm a slut

who's desperate for attention.

Because I'm a slut who's desperate for attention.

Because I'm a slut who's desperate for attention.

Because I'm a slut who's desperate for attention.

Because I'm a slut--

What's the meaning of this?

[Olivia] I don't know.

My computer must've recorded...

I'll fix it. I'll fix it.

Looks fine to me.

It's probably just a glitch.

These programs can get finicky with the audio,

but sounds like it was hilarious.

Does it look like I'm laughing?

Whoa, chill. What's up with you?

A lot.

There's just so much drama with my mom--

I don't do family drama.

I just need something to take the edge off.

I got it.

[woman] I hear you, Detective, I really do,

but we can't control what these kids do

when they go home and get on their computers.

Well, that may be, Principal Monroe,

but it seems the culture at Haney

seems to be a part of the problem.

And what culture are you referring to?

Because I can assure you,

we certainly don't condone bullying.

That doesn't mean it's not happening.

And I'm assuming

these students reported this to someone

before bringing it to your attention?

- They did. - Good.

Well, feel free to give me the names of the faculty

and I'll sort this with them.

It was you.

And a counselor, Mr. Klein.

Nothing was done, and that's why they came to me.

Detective,

teenagers say things and send things online.

It's impossible to track who says this or who sends what.

These young women willingly share things

and end up regretting it.

The consequences of that are messy.

We simply can't control that.

So I'll ask one last time,

what is it I can do for you?

You could be doing a lot more,

especially given the fact

that what's happening under your roof

bleeds into sexual harassment.

If you had daughters,

it would be a shame if they needed help.

I have sons.

Yeah, that much is clear.

[Sam] Blake has to be using a message software.

What do you mean?

Like a text app.

Subscribers can use

an endless amount of numbers to contact someone,

including numbers

that have already been registered,

so even if one number is blocked,

he can just pick a different one to use.

This guy lives underground.

Underground?

This is a person

who would hide and be on the defense

rather than the offense,

but if you look hard enough,

they're usually hiding right under your nose.

Doesn't feel like it.

Yeah. I think our best bet is finding his IP address.

What is that?

Like a fingerprint--

for any computer or phone.

Every time Blake visits a website,

that device's IP address is recorded,

along with data

of when and where he visited those sites.

So if we find his IP address...

We find him.

Or at least his general whereabouts,

maybe registration information.

Okay, and I'm guessing these records

are highly private,

meaning I have to issue a subpoena.

What's wrong with that?

Sam, subpoenas take time,

and if he's looking to harass more people,

then we're giving him the perfect window.

[♪]

[car approaching]

[girl] Hey!

You hungry?

So you still don't eat the crust?

So what? I know what I like.

It's just a waste, is all.

I sense there's some kind of history.

The frenemy vibe is a little bit strong.

There's no beef.

We were friends,

then we grew up and we grew apart.

Simple as that.

Well, that's-- that's not how I remember it.

I remember rumors being spread about me,

and instead of having my back,

you iced me out.

Okay, look, beef or not,

I'm just honestly glad that I found you guys,

because these past few weeks have been miserable.

Consider yourself lucky.

I've had to deal with this asshole

for two whole months.

What about you, Emma?

Since May.

- As in-- - Last year.

Yeah.

Hey, every time I blocked one of his numbers,

he contacted me back with a new one.

Same.

Until now, we thought we were the only ones,

and I doubt he anticipated us finding each other,

so let's compare blocked numbers blocked,

see if there's a match.

Yeah.

That's a good idea.

Okay, 1-996.

Do you guys have a number like that?

- I don't. - I don't think so.

I don't think that I have 2480.

No, wait--

no, the last four digits are different.

I don't have any 800s.

[♪]

So, there's not a single match between us?

How the hell is he doing this?

[school bell ringing]

Gabby.

If you want to get accepted into the summer program,

you're doing a good job of messing up your chances.

What's going on?

I just have a lot on my plate.

Look, Gabby, I'm not buying it.

You haven't even developed the film

from your last two assignments.

I haven't gotten the right shots yet.

I can only recommend one person

for the Rhode Island summer program.

This is not the Gabby that I know.

You're sleeping in class, forgetting assignments...

Do you want to realize your potential?

Or do you want to just sit around Haney all summer?

Because the Gabby that I know

wouldn't let whatever's holding her back

stop her from doing what she loves.

Okay?

Good.

[banging]

In use.

[banging]

Ms. Parker?

Hello?

Ms. Parker?

Is anyone there?

You've got to be kidding me!

Open the door, please!

Please open it! Please!

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Oh, my god...

Oh, my god.

[Ms. Parker Gabby?

Ms. Parker?

Ms. Parker?

Gabby?

So, what are you saying?

Start an investigation of our own?

I know I can't continue to feel like

someone's preying on me all the time.

Anyone in there can be Blake,

and all I'm saying is,

the three of us can figure out a way to fight back.

Who says we should?

I mean, what if interfere with Holland's investigation?

We won't.

Holland's on her own,

but she's not the one

who has to go to school all the time.

Aren't you guys tired

of feeling like you have no control over your life?

Okay. I'm in.

Emma?

I'm out.

What do you mean? Blake could be any guy in there.

What's the harm in figuring out what we can?

Running the risk of him leaking worse things.

What's worse than leaking nudes,

which by the way, he might do anyways?

Look, you guys do what you want, but leave me out of it.

[text alert buzzing]

Okay...

[text alert buzzing]

[text alert buzzing]

[text alert buzzing]

[text alert buzzing]

[text alert buzzing]

[♪]

Come on. We need to go. Come on.

Let's go home.

Gabby.

I want in.

Whatever you guys have planned, I want to do it.

Okay, you're kind of killing me with the back and forth.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry that I bailed.

I was just-- I was in my head about this.

But, Gabby, I am tired of playing his games.

Okay, so you swear you're good?

- Yeah. - Okay, cool.

Um, I'll tell Liv,

and then all we need is more reinforcement.

At first,

I thought it was someone from school,

'cause he seemed like he knew me.

Like, sometimes, it felt like

he knew where I was or what I was doing.

I was so freaked,

I couldn't even sleep alone anymore.

I really think we can help if you're interested.

Hell, yeah,

'cause it's not just me.

Wait. Like, you know more girls?

A lot more.

So whatever this thing is,

I'm down to join.

Thanks.

See ya.

Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

I tried telling Principal Monroe about it.

but all she did

was accuse me of being reckless and irresponsible.

Trust us. We get it.

And we're sick of waiting for something to be done.

Whatever y'all are doing, I'm in.

Yes, I'm looking for some information

on a device registered to your company.

Detective, you need to see what's in the conference room.

Let me call you back.

These are the girls like us--

the girls who aren't willing

to take any more shit from Blake.

I don't believe it.

How?

We took our cue from you.

They just needed someone who would listen.

You know?

Someone who was real.

[knocking]

Emma.

What's this?

It's the rest of my conversations.

With Blake.

Come on in.

I'm sorry I didn't give you everything sooner.

That's okay,

but why didn't you give me these?

Because I wasn't lying

when I said I met him online.

I just...

I thought that the person

that I was in a relationship with

was a girl.

I see.

And I figure...

since there's so many of us now,

and they all put themselves on the line for me,

I...

I should do the same for them.

And what's crazy is I actually--

I thought that I could,

like, live two lives.

I could just be the real me.

No one here ever had to know.

Now I just feel dumb.

No.

What's dumb is some jerk posing on an LGBTQ site

trying to take advantage of young girls.

You should never have to apologize

for who you are.

Well, you're the only one who seems to think that.

'Cause that's not the case...

not here.

The power you think people have over you...

doesn't exist.

[♪]

Well, I'll be damned.

He's local.

What? What are you talking about?

Here he is--

posing as a girl named Tiffany to get close to Emma.

When she figured out it's Blake, she confronts him.

Look at their exchange at the end.

"If you don't tell me who you are,

I'll go to police."

Tiffany: "Ha, you're dumber than I thought

if you think the police

actually care about community, honor, or service.

Do it. I dare you."

What does any of this

have to do with a potential suspect from Haney?

"Community, honor, service."

That's Haney's PD's mantra.

Who else would know that unless you live here?

Blake is from Haney.

Detective. A word.

We need to call the case.

What?

Says who?

Says me.

And the pile of unfinished cases that are on your desk.

And the fact that it's been weeks since this all started

and you have nothing to show for it.

We just got a lead.

Do you have a name?

Right.

I need you on other cases.

Lieutenant, these girls need me on this.

Holland, we can't be there

for every he said-she said teenage squabble

that happens online.

- [knocking on door] - Come in.

Sorry to interrupt.

This came in for you, Detective.

Thank you.

We're not shutting this down.

Holland.

And there it is.

I subpoenaed

as many call providers as I could.

All these names are the real identities

of people who are legally registered

to those numbers.

So our suspect could be

any one of the names on this list?

Yes. But now we know he's local.

All we have to do

is find the person on the list who lives in Haney.

All right, find him.

[♪]

- I got the names. - Great.

[Holland] The only name in Haney--

Nathan Reilly.

Got you.

[man] Yes, ma'am.

I'm gonna send you over my best guy.

You too. You have a good day.

[phone receiver being set down]

Reilly.

Got a call for a repair.

[♪]

[knocking on door]

[woman] Oh, good, you're here.

A little late, but come on in.

Okay, thanks.

We have reason to believe

Blake is a young man named Nathan Reilly.

He's 19 years old,

he lives in Haney.

He was actually a student at Haney Regional.

And the messages did come

from devices registered in his name.

Serious? I used to know him.

My dad was his little league coach.

I thought he'd be, like, an old man or something.

He was a senior when we were freshmen.

Girls, we have to keep this under wraps.

He cannot know that we're on to him.

Why?

If you know who he is, why can't you arrest him?

Because what we don't have

is proof that Nathan is actually

the person physically behind the screen.

Now, as much as I've pleaded,

the judge refuses to believe

that we have enough evidence to issue a warrant.

So we're stuck?

There is another option.

We wait.

Wait for what?

For the opportunity to collect more evidence

that would actually prove

that Nathan is the guy

that was harassing you as Blake.

And once we have that,

we can bring charges against him

that would put him away for years.

But that option requires more time.

Well, how much more time?

How much longer do we have to put up with this?

It's hard to say.

That is why I wanted

the three of you

to have the opportunity to decide.

Take the weekend,

but either way,

I will only wait if the decision is unanimous.

[♪]

[♪]

Hey, at least we now know who it is.

I guess.

Guys, look, come on.

As obnoxious as it sounds,

my dad's always talking about finding the good in everything.

Which is what, exactly?

Hello, the three of us.

We're still here and we're still fighting.

Okay, you guys aren't extremely terrible.

[laughing]

To getting what's ours.

Cheers.

Cheers.

It's nothing.

Okay? It's from a really long time ago.

Okay.

It's fine.

[Olivia] I've been taking pills.

Not, like, all the time or anything,

but...

ever since this whole Blake thing started,

I've been so anxious...

all the time.

My friend was saying about how it'll calm you down,

just slow everything down.

So, you know, I tried it.

Um...

well, this is weird,

but...

I can't actually remember the last time I slept at night.

Properly.

Without having a panic attack or a night terror.

It just feels like

being paranoid is my new life now.

You guys aren't the only ones struggling.

But we have each other now.

Right?

Right.

Right.

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

[♪]

[♪]

[♪]

Oh, my--

What are you doing?

You ready to head back?

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay, let's go.

[Olivia's mom] Thank you so much for coming.

I hope you enjoyed it.

[woman] Yes. God bless.

[Olivia's mom] Thank you so much for coming.

See you next week.

- Hi. Thank you. - Thank you for speaking.

- Thank you so much. - [phone ringing]

Oh, could you go see who that is?

- I got it. - Thank you.

[phone ringing]

Good morning. Haney Baptist Church.

[heavy breathing ]

- Hello? - [Nathan] Knock-knock.

Who is this?

A sinner. Like you.

Emma.

I've been calling for you.

I need you to get the extra box of nails from the back

and then take over at the register.

I gotta help a customer load up outside.

Of course.

Sorry.

[♪]

[♪]

Can I help you?

No.

I don't think so.

[♪]

[panting]

[phone ringing]

Emma, hey.

We made a decision.

We're done with his games.

We're done with Nathan controlling our lives.

He came to my work

and followed me through the store.

All right. I'll make the arrest.

No.

No, that is why we want you to find everything you can...

and we want you to bury him for good.

You've got my word.

I wonder how long it'll be

until that squirmy asshole gets what's coming to him.

Honestly, a huge part of me

wanted it to be us who found him,

just so I could go Ronda Rousey on his ass.

Lord knows we've tried everything

short of being on that new catfish show on TV.

Speaking of which,

I guess there's no need

for that fake profile we tried to make.

Guess not.

Wanna do the honors?

Yeah.

Okay...

Do you guys remember the password we made for this?

I have no clue.

Just answer the security questions.

[Emma] Right.

Um, okay,

Gabby, what was the name of your first dog?

Pepper.

I'm just a little bit offended that you forgot, but...

[laughing]

Okay, um...

Pepper.

And, Liv,

what was your favorite childhood book?

I mean, really, Emma, do you even know us at all?

It's embarrassing.

Oh, my god.

You guys, that's how he did it.

Did what?

Nathan knows this town.

He knows us like the back of his hand.

What if he's been able to hack into our accounts

by correctly answering the security questions

and guessing the passwords?

I mean, how many times

has he asked us about our favorite color,

or the music we're into,

or childhood memories?

This has to be how he's doing it.

Yeah, but every time?

We've all had to set up new questions

for every time we set up a brand-new account.

I mean, sometimes,

I've even created fake answers to those questions

just to be safe.

How did he find that out?

I don't know. But how else could he have done it?

But the door swings both ways, doesn't it?

I mean, we know him.

Yeah, so?

And now we know that Blake is really Nathan,

so we know a lot of stuff about him--

and we've picked up a lot during our conversations.

If you're thinking what I'm thinking...

I'm thinking if we have to wait months for justice,

who says we can't give him a taste of his own medicine?

[beeping]

[Emma] What do we say?

I don't know.

Oh, okay, um...

[beeping]

Should we just say "bippity-boppity-bitch"?

Bippity-boppity-bitch?

[beeping]

It needs to be, like, suspenseful.

- Right. - Uh-huh.

Payback...

Is a bitch.

[text alert buzzing]

Payback is a bitch.

Wouldn't you like to know?

[text alert buzzing]

How does it feel to know that I'm smarter than you?

- Smarter than you. - Smarter than you.

- Good luck. - Good luck.

Good luck.

[raging]

Olivia, come in here, please.

I got a call from Mrs. Morgan.

She told me she was missing medication from her bathroom.

Olivia Carter, look at me.

I almost went to town on this woman

at the nerve of her suggesting you took them.

And then...

I found these.

Are you out of your mind?

What could possibly compel you to sell pills?

I'm not selling. I'm taking them.

I mean, I was taking them...

to calm my anxiety.

It's no excuse,

but...

I was stressed all the time,

and I couldn't talk to you about it.

I couldn't tell you what was going on.

What do you mean?

What's going on?

Just school.

These AP classes.

I promise I'm not taking them anymore.

You're damn right you're not.

Nor will you continue to lie under this roof.

Do you understand how dangerous this is?

Every time you took one of these

was a gamble.

I just don't want anything to happen to you.

I know.

I'm sorry.

[man] Nathan.

Get in here.

Take a seat.

There's no need to beat around the bush on this.

I'm letting you go.

Why?

I've gotten calls from clients.

You show up late,

you go missing for periods of time.

I'm willing to overlook all of that

because you're the best guy I got,

but...

then there's this.

Our customers need to be able to trust

my guys that I send to their homes,

so I'm gonna ask you to clean out your cubby.

[Nathan] What? I didn't write this.

You know I need this job.

Yeah...

it's just not gonna work.

That's a week's pay,

including the full workday for today.

[♪]

[♪]

[Lieutenant] Holland.

It's time.

I'm not done with this.

Then make an arrest and you will be.

We got another case.

Emma Lawrence.

Who?

Emma Lawrence was sitting right out there.

Just sitting and waiting,

and everybody went by her as if she was invisible.

We can't do this to them.

They deserve better from us.

June. Make an arrest.

Close the case.

- Detective. - Taking a five.

No, June.

The subpoena files for Reilly.

They're here.

Sam, I hope you know how grateful I am for you.

We have to go through all of these, don't we?

Every single one.

Facebook, Amazon, Skype,

AOL, Google.

Our best chance to prove that Nathan is guilty

is in one of these boxes.

Except first,

we just have to sort through each file,

match his IP address to time and date stamps,

then match that to his location information,

and hope to God

there's a connection to his whereabouts?

Yeah.

Oh.

Let's get to work. Let's go.

[multiple text notifications chiming]

[multiple text notifications chiming]

[multiple text notifications chiming]

What is it that he's trying to say...

[multiple text notifications chiming]

...with the jungle?

Because that really is what the Heart of Darkness is.

[multiple text notifications chiming]

What is that?

So embarrassing.

Hey, isn't this you?

[multiple text notifications chiming]

[teacher] What does the heart of darkness represent?

[multiple text notifications chiming]

What is its meaning?

What does the jungle mean?

[multiple text notifications chiming]

[text alert buzzing]

Watch it, dyke.

[panting]

[cell phone ringing]

Detective Holland.

What?

Got it.

I need hands!

What's wrong?

Nathan just released everything on Emma, Gabby, and Olivia.

As far as I'm concerned,

he went from misdemeanor to a felony

for distribution of underage pornography.

I want his ass now!

I tried to tell you guys.

I did, I just-- I didn't know how.

Our phone is ringing off the hook.

The church inbox is flooded with emails,

and now the assistant pastor has to take over.

We raised you to be truthful.

But not about stuff like this.

When you're the preacher's daughter,

how can you expect to be an example on this town

if their child is involved in something like this?

We don't care about this town,

we care about you, Liv!

I'm sorry.

But you also raised me to use my voice

and fight for myself,

and that's what I was trying to do.

I was the first to say something.

I was the first to go to the police.

And we're proud of you for that.

But it's our job to fight for our daughter--

and we couldn't do that

because you lied and kept things from us.

Dad...

Say something.

Gabby.

[sobbing]

Okay.

It's okay.

Okay. Okay.

We understand. Thanks, Holland.

Holland said they have Nathan in questioning.

Good.

I can't believe my dad let me out tonight.

My dad won't even talk to me.

But, honestly, we should be out tonight.

We can't let this stop us.

What about Emma? Has she said anything?

I don't know. I'll check.

No, nothing.

That doesn't make sense.

She's always on time.

I know.

Do you think something's wrong?

Yeah. We should go.

[♪]

Oh, no, no! Oh, my god, oh, my god.

[♪]

I missed every single one of these.

Hi.

Mom...

Hi, baby.

I didn't...

I wasn't-- I wasn't trying to kill myself.

It's okay.

You don't have to explain.

No, I do. I want to.

I needed something,

anything, to distract me from what was going on.

And then it just kept happening again,

and I just...

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Nothing.

There is nothing wrong with you.

I've been sitting here,

trying to think of what I was gonna say,

and what all I wanted to say,

and...

I just kept thinking about

when you were learning how to walk.

You were such a determined baby.

You know, every few steps,

you'd fall right back down,

but for hours,

you'd just pick yourself up as though nothing even happened.

And I said to myself...

I am so lucky.

My little girl is so strong,

and so tough.

And somewhere, I took that for granted,

and I'm sorry.

Oh, baby.

It's gonna be okay...

It's gonna be okay.

Tell me about Blake.

Don't know who that is.

Sure, you do.

Why'd you create the profile?

What profile?

The one you use to befriend and manipulate the girls

into giving you personal information

so you can hack into their account

and use it as blackmail.

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

Is that so?

Because with all the evidence we have,

you're liable to be charged with interstate threats,

aggravated identity theft,

computer fraud,

and, oh, let's not forget, child pornography.

That's a whole lot.

Anything coming back to you?

Let's talk about Mr. Richardson.

That's your neighbor, right?

And there's also Carol,

your sister's neighbor.

We know that Blake uses all their wifi

when interacting with the girls online.

That's an awfully weird coincidence

that they all have a connection to you,

don't you think?

You can make this easier on yourself.

You've got the wrong guy.

We'll see about that.

Please tell me you got something on his phone.

He wiped everything.

No messages, no search history.

He knew we were coming.

[Dad] Ta-dah!

Your one tomato, Dad?

Really, you shouldn't have.

Woulda had more

if those squirrels hadn't ravished the rest.

So we'll make do.

That is one damn good tomato.

Indeed.

[chuckles]

I was hoping to put a smile on your face.

I can't pin this one on him, Dad.

I just want these girls to finally have some peace.

You'll get him.

You always do.

So, I wanted to capture the young women of Haney,

and, you know, like, the real of it.

So, it's different for everyone,

but it's beautiful.

Oh...

spectacular, Gabby.

Oh, I like this one.

This one's my favorite.

This is beautiful.

Look at you.

[Emma] Yeah, it feels good to be home.

But I just wanted to say thank you, guys,

you know,

for being there.

Yeah, of course.

Um, I think I'm gonna come check in on you tomorrow.

I'll see you then, okay?

- 'Kay, bye. Love you. - Love you.

[message alert chimes]

[typing]

[message alert chimes]

[♪]

[Nathan] Put your phone down, Gabby.

You don't know who you've messed with.

I told you before.

I will always own you.

[Gabby] So, I panicked,

and then I deleted my account,

and then that's when he spoke to me.

It has to be him.

That sounds like a virus or some type of malware,

but it just-- it doesn't make any sense,

because when the heck would he...?

Wait, go back to the beginning.

Which beginning?

The first time your Facebook was hacked.

Take me step by step. What happened?

So, once I realized he hacked my account,

I messaged the privacy support team

to report it,

and then I deleted my account.

And then a few hours later,

they emailed me this link

to redownload the app before creating a new profile.

[Olivia] Yeah, same here.

Yeah, me too.

I mean, that's-- that's what I did.

[♪]

We got played.

What do you mean?

Nathan hacking their social medias

was only a portion of his move.

He didn't just hack their profiles.

He hacked your entire devices.

There are different ways hackers can take over a device,

and one of those ways is phishing.

They send out a fake email masquerading as legitimate

with the purpose

of getting you to click on a link.

And when you do, a malware is installed.

It gives them complete access to all of your data

and the entire device.

Microphone, cameras, stored data,

everything.

Facebook didn't send you guys that email.

That was Nathan.

He knew that if he masqueraded himself

as a security member of the Facebook team...

...you'd trust it and click on the link.

So what do we do?

[♪]

I thought we seized all of his devices.

We did.

Unless he's using another one.

One that we didn't know existed.

But how do we find him?

There is one way.

I'm gonna need the list

of local IP addresses we ruled out before.

If he is still in Haney,

the chance that he's using

one of the same wifis as before is high.

If that's the case,

I'm betting

one of those local IP addresses we ruled out

belongs to a device we didn't even know existed,

like a secondary phone or a laptop.

Got it.

Tracking him now.

- Got him! - That's gotta be it.

- I need a team! - I'm on it.

Keep tracking him.

Yeah, you bet.

[♪]

[sirens wailing]

Hey, are you still getting the signal?

It's still coming from the house,

but I don't know how long that will last.

- Just get there. - I'm on it.

All this time,

he was keeping track of us like the back of his hand.

Our conversations, our whereabouts,

all of it.

He was spying on us like animals.

I just really hope

Detective Holland puts an end to all of this.

She will.

She has to.

[♪]

[knocking on door]

Haney PD, open up!

Sweep the main floor. I'm going up!

[♪]

[♪]

[officer] The rest of the house is clear.

It's like nobody lives here.

Where the hell could he be?

He's not here!

What?

He's rerouting his IP address off of multiple servers at once.

What?

He must've found a way to signal his location

off of different servers as a decoy.

He's manipulating the grid to camouflage his true location.

I've got to see if I can track him.

He's trying to run.

Set up a perimeter.

No one is leaving town

until they go through a checkpoint.

[sirens wailing]

This is a person who would hide and be on the defense

rather than the offense,

but if you look hard enough,

they're usually hiding right under your nose.

[♪]

[♪]

[grunting]

[♪]

[tires screeching]

Stop the car!

[gunshot]

[tire blows]

Hands behind your head!

It's over!

[Lieutenant] He wiped all of his drives ahead of time,

so his computer didn't give us much ammo.

We've just gotta wait on the FBI crime labs,

and, hopefully, they can dig deeper.

Let's hope he's got

another device hidden here somewhere.

So no phone, no tablet, no flashdrives, no nothing?

[Holland] We have to find something to hold him

and prove he violated the court orders

and contacted the girls.

There's a crack in this gaming console.

There's something in here.

Oh...

We got him.

We got him.

[applause]

[camera shutter clicking]

[♪]

[judge] Ms. Emma Lawrence,

would you please come up to the stand

and read your victim-impact statement?

I didn't exactly know what I would say coming up here.

But I'm here.

And I'm still standing.

There was a time when I wished I was invisible,

when I felt so small that I just wanted to disappear.

But I'm standing here

because I want everyone to see me for who I am...

...a daughter,

a sister,

a fighter.

Not your victim.

The truth is,

I learned who I was throughout all of this.

You tried to break me,

but I became stronger.

You tried to silence me,

but I found my voice.

You tried to hold me back,

but you couldn't.

You couldn't

because whatever amount of power you thought you had over me...

...well, it doesn't exist.

You manipulated us,

betrayed our trust,

and used our most intimate

and vulnerable secrets against us.

And you didn't care,

because girls like us

are just...

invisible to people like you.

But we're not your victims.

We're strong,

and we're resilient...

...and for the rest of your life,

you'll regret that

you ever messed with girls like us.

[judge] Thank you, Miss Lawrence.

You may leave the stand when you are ready.

That was great. You did so good.

Did I really?

[judge] Will the defendant please rise?

Mr. Reilly,

in accordance with your plea agreement,

you are hereby sentenced

to 20 years and eight months in a federal penitentiary.

Not too shabby.

I think it'll do.

How are you?

I'm-- I'm good.

I'm really good, actually.

I mean, it'll take some time,

but I'm in therapy,

and I'm getting through it, thanks to you.

You don't have to thank me.

I should be thanking you.

Your bravery changed this town.

And it actually changed me, too.

[cell phone buzzing]

Hey, it's Holland.

Okay, got it.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - I'm on my way.

[♪]

[♪]

[♪]