03x03 - Upside Down Craft
Posted: 09/01/21 18:49
Cheers.
Cheers.
Well, shall we check out the view?
I already am.
What? I have an extremely hot wife.
- You can't blame me.
- So you're saying
I should ditch the boots
for heels more often?
No. I'm saying you should probably ditch
that whole outfit and
just keep the cuffs.
Guys, please stop.
You realize we can hear
everything you're saying.
Everything.
Sorry.
You guys still got eyes on Loewe?
Yes, I do. It's him and his daughter.
It could be his wife. It's hard to tell.
How are you guys making out down there?
Breaking through the firewall now.
Okay, so get this. My
little cousin asked me
for Patterson's autograph yesterday.
I told you. That app she
made is a big deal.
Whatever. Who has time
for stuff like that?
Apparently 75 million people.
Wait. Seriously?
75 million people at 3 bucks a pop?
- That's like...
- We're in.
Suspect's on the move.
We don't have the files yet.
Excuse me, Mr. Loewe,
I just want to say,
the work that you're doing
for the children of Sumatra
is remarkable.
Well, it's just so important
to give back for the future.
Look. Everything we need.
We got it. Read him his rights!
Kevin Loewe, FBI.
What the hell is this?
You're under arrest
for securities fraud,
three counts of manslaughter,
and conspiracy to commit
an act of terrorism.
Turn around. Come with me.
Hey, great work.
The evidence off Loewe's
computers is a gold mine.
Nice.
How you holding up?
You want to know the truth? Not great.
Say what you will about Silicon Valley,
but at least my co-workers
didn't end up dead.
Look, everyone will understand
if you want to take some time off.
I'm fine. I just got back.
How'd we do?
A lot of great stuff
coming off of Loewe's computers.
All right, good. Here's
how I wanna play it.
Thanks for the heads
up about the arrest.
Kevin Loewe is one of the
biggest names on Wall Street.
This bust has a lot of people
in Washington very nervous.
The intel is solid.
Here. Allow me.
So, Jane's back is covered
in microscopic specks
of luminescent ink.
I realized if you put
a two-by-two centimeter
grid on her back,
each speck sits perfectly in
the intersecting corners.
So, I took the specks, basically
squished them together.
Turns out they're
alphanumeric fragments.
And you'll recognize the
formatting of the sequence.
It's how we code anonymous
tips from the FBI hotline.
100B... domestic terrorism.
The tip in question alleged
Loewe's responsible
for train derailment four months
ago that k*lled three people.
The case file was dismissed
for lack of evidence.
But the fact that it was on Jane's body
made us look at it again.
Why would a billionaire
want to crash a train?
We didn't know either,
until we discovered
Loewe shorted KeyRail's stock
and made a one-day gain of $350 million.
Well, what did you find on his servers?
E-mails proving he paid an engineer
to tamper with the brakes.
- Is he talking?
- No, he's not.
His lawyer is inbound.
This evidence better be ironclad
or we're about to have a
PR nightmare on our hands.
- Hey.
- Hey.
How's it going? I know...
I know you told me not to, but...
I've been looking into Stuart's m*rder.
Patterson, we have an
entire team on that.
I know, I know, but Stuart
couldn't stop yapping
about this Kinga home voice
command system that he bought.
Said he would never have
to lift a finger again.
"Hey, Kinga, buy me toilet paper."
"Kinga, find me books
on the singularity."
What does that have to
do with Stuart's m*rder?
There's no mention of the
device in the evidence log.
You think it recorded the m*rder?
Yeah, but it's not that easy.
The company claims Kinga
doesn't "actively" record
conversations other than
the voice commands.
But you think they do.
Well, I have a friend who
worked on the coding,
and she all but confirmed it.
Can this friend do us another favor?
She doesn't have access anymore.
She cashed out her stock options
and retired last month. She was 32.
Okay, how are we supposed
to get a warrant
for something that doesn't exist?
I don't know,
but the way these servers work,
the data is scrubbed after 72 hours.
That doesn't give us much time.
Well, I think they're
gonna need a nudge,
and by nudge, I mean a
hammer on the head,
like a house call from the
Assistant Director of the FBI.
Hi.
There's a mace in the woodshed.
You need it to beat the
manticore in the castle mist.
I'm sorry? Wizardville, right?
Don't be embarrassed.
It's a quality app.
Special Agent Weller. This is Jane.
Courtney Puritsky. I'm Mr.
Loewe's attorney.
My client is innocent of all charges
and needs to be released immediately.
We've seized dozens of e-mails
linking your innocent client
to the train derailment that happened
in Pennsylvania four months ago.
No, you seized planted e-mails.
What do you mean, "planted"?
An anonymous group of hackers
has been terrorizing Mr. Loewe
for the past six months.
I have banker's boxes full of evidence
to prove it... firewall breaches,
denial of service att*cks,
e-mail forgeries.
Why would they be targeting Mr. Loewe?
When you have the kind of
wealth and influence he has,
it attracts some negative attention.
So, why didn't you call the authorities?
Mr. Loewe can afford
better investigators
and security specialists
than the FBI has access to.
- No offense.
- Offense taken.
So, what did these "specialists" say?
They identified the hackers
as an anonymous collective
known as "The Three Blind Mice."
We're gonna need to see
those banker's boxes.
Not a problem. And after that, I suggest
you go after the Three Blind Mice
and stop harassing my client
unless you want a nine-figure
lawsuit on your hands.
Oh, Patty Cakes in the house!
What brings you down to my
little corner office, huh?
Ooh! What is that?
It's a scrambler.
Did you hack into Kevin Loewe's server?
What? No. Who?
If you're lying to me, I swear...
I am not lying. What
are you talking about?
There is a tattoo case pointing
to the Three Blind Mice.
Hirst wants all hands on
deck to track them down.
And I assume you put the kibosh on that?
What was I supposed to say?
"Hey, don't go after them.
"Turns out, two of the Three Blind Mice
"are actually me and Rich.
"We did a bunch of illegal hacks
that we should probably
go to prison for."
Yeah, you might want to
work on your wording there.
I'd probably deemphasize the
"illegal hacks" aspect,
and the word "prison"
should really not be part
of your messaging...
It is only a matter of time
before they come for us,
and when they do...
I'm gonna lose my FBI consulting gig.
They're gonna send me back to jail.
I mean, it's not... It'd
be bad for both of us.
It's Weller.
He wants to see me.
Oh, me too. Looks like time's up.
I'll go first.
You wanted to see us, mademoiselle?
Yes, I did. Ever heard
of the Three Blind Mice?
Yeah. I believe they ran
after the farmer's wife.
I think their tails got
cut off at some point.
No, not the nursery rhyme,
Rich, the hacker group.
We think they've been targeting
this Wall Street guy we've been after.
Oh, those Three Blind Mice.
So you know them?
No, no. I mean, you know,
I've been out of the game
for a year, you know,
since I became a law-abiding,
law-enforcing crime-stopping
citizen, right?
It's not really my...
Well, the techs confirmed it.
Those emails were planted
on Loewe's servers.
Okay, well, that doesn't
mean they were forged.
He still could've written them.
Real or fake, tampered evidence
is still inadmissible in court.
Sounds like you owe this
Loewe guy an apology.
May I suggest an edible arrangement?
Apologies won't cut it.
According to DC, we
just publicly arrested
and humiliated a powerful civilian
under false pretenses.
I want this hacker collective
on a silver platter. Otherwise,
Loewe is about to bury
us with his billions.
You know, sometimes a simple
"I was wrong" can do wonders.
Loewe's private investigators
have done half the work already.
I have some security cam photos
of one of the suspects
stalking Loewe's residence.
You have a picture of them?
Of the Three Blind Mice?
They actually wear a mouse mask?
That's a little on the nose.
Find this person.
- Do whatever it takes.
- Yes, ma'am.
- We can keep this?
- No. Put it down.
Okay.
- We have to come clean.
- Come clean?
- Yeah.
- Come clean to what?
We had no part of this.
We dropped out of Three
Blind Mice a year ago
because somebody thought it
was getting too dangerous.
Well, Electra obviously took the banner
and kept going without us.
We never should have helped her out.
Electra was a visionary,
white hat hacking using
black hat techniques,
taking down all those
so-called "untouchables"
on Wall Street, in the government,
everybody that we know is guilty
but could never prove it.
I know. I just got caught up
in the hacktivism of it all.
- Yeah.
- Her code was so amazing.
I felt like we were Robin
Hood's merry band of thieves.
Yeah, but, look, we don't
have anything to do
with this Loewe case. There's
nothing to worry about.
Nothing to...?
The FBI is targeting the hacker
group we were a part of.
To do good.
It doesn't matter what the reasons were.
- It was illegal.
- Okay, you know what?
Can we focus on the positives here?
It's Three Blind Mice, right?
Anonymous. She doesn't know who we are.
We don't know who she is.
There is a literal firewall
between us and Electra.
But if they go after
the Three Blind Mice,
they will trace it back to us.
Well, then, we'll make it
a little harder for them,
if you catch my drift.
By obstructing justice?
Drift caught.
You just got the team to trust you.
Do you really want to
jeopardize that again?
If it means avoiding multiple
felony charges, yes.
Yes, I do. Absolutely. And so do you.
I am so sorry, but that's just not true.
I promise, Kinga does not
record private conversations.
I can get you a copy of our
user agreement if you...
I'm an Assistant Director of the FBI,
and I know what's going on here.
I need to speak to the
most senior executive
in this building... now.
Okay. I'll get our head
of Global Security.
Your girlfriend's hilarious.
Since when are you texting Meg?
Since we had the best time ever
at brunch and yoga last weekend.
Don't take this the wrong way,
but she's way out of your league.
She's beautiful, smart, successful.
No daddy issues.
You'd better put a ring
on that before I do.
It's the team.
- What you got?
- Oh...
Okay, so I was able to use
the mouse mask footage
to study the suspect's body movements
and I created a partial
biometric profile.
Tell me you got a match.
We matched the suspect
to a person seen at an ATM
a mile from Loewe's estate, and I used
this new experimental gait
recognition technology
the NSA has to confirm it.
And once we got a face, it
was only a matter of time
'til we got a name.
Meet Kathy Gustafson.
35, single, lives in
a studio in Yonkers.
Has over a dozen online
dating memberships
and works as an IT
consultant for Nerd Herd.
The most depressing criminal
profile I've ever seen.
Any idea where she is now?
Yeah. I tracked her phone.
She's at Nerd Herd's midtown location.
Nicely done.
Thank you. Yeah, super, super proud
of the work we're doing here.
All right. Send a team out, pick her up.
- Weller, you run the interrogation.
- Got it.
Actually, I will handle the questioning.
I'm getting a lot of heat from
Washington to make this right.
I would love to have you two in with me.
I could use your expertise.
And we would love to provide it.
Keep us posted.
She's never seen our faces.
She has no idea who we are.
Oh, that's why I feel
so relaxed right now.
Have I heard of the Three Blind Mice?
Who hasn't? They're real famous,
at least in the IT community.
Are you aware of the kinds of
hacks they're responsible for?
Disrupting government
services in Germany,
shutting down the stock market in Seoul,
not to mention stealing
millions of dollars.
Billions, actually.
Yeah, I know. What's
that got to do with me?
Look familiar?
We tracked your movements
from an ATM to the Loewe estate.
We also know you used a
computer at Nerd Herd in SoHo
to hack Loewe's computer several times.
You bounced the signal to make
it look like the IP address
was coming from Antarctica,
but we were able to trace it back.
You're caught, Kathy.
Help us, we can help you.
No. I can help you.
What?
You're coming at this all wrong.
We didn't disrupt government
services in Germany.
We sent out a short that deleted
the foreign minister's drive
containing military secrets
he was selling to Russia.
And as for the stock
market glitch in Seoul,
we prevented a total market collapse
that would've spread
through Southeast Asia.
And we never stole money. Ever.
We stole back ill-gotten
funds and returned them
to the people who were screwed over
by these corrupt companies
and governments in the first place,
and we never took a cent.
So, you're like the Robin
Hoods of the dark web.
Is that an accurate assessment?
That doesn't sound so bad to me.
Opposite, opposite.
That is very bad and very illegal.
Who are your partners?
I don't know their names.
You don't know who you
were working with?
No, I didn't say that.
I just never met them in person
and we didn't exchange names
in case we ever got caught.
When's the last time you communicated?
About a year ago, before we disbanded,
which was not my choice, but...
I miss them so bad.
We're still best friends, though.
They're just layin' low for a bit.
So, how did you do it? How did you hack
into Kevin Loewe's personal computer?
Let me guess.
Your experts here can't figure it out.
Hmm. You know, if I had
to venture a hypothesis,
I'd say you manipulated
the blade pass frequency
of the CPU fan, thereby remote accessing
the main circuit board.
Is that in the right ballpark, or...?
That's actually pretty close.
Oh, by "pretty close," do you
mean 100% correct, or...?
So you admit to falsifying
e-mails on Kevin Loewe's server?
No, I admit to putting back e-mails
that Kevin Loewe deleted.
He's the criminal here, not us.
You know what?
The only reason I'm telling you all this
and not lawyering-up is
people's lives are in danger.
What do you mean?
Loewe just shorted a boatload
of Volta Motors stock.
The last time he did that with KeyRail,
he caused an accident
that k*lled people.
You don't think he'll do it again?
Kathy is clearly a skilled hacker,
but we're gonna have to take
everything else she says
with a grain of salt.
I thought she was lovely.
I mean, got a bit
of a hoarder vibe, but
definitely not evil.
Is she right about Loewe's
trading activity?
We confirmed it. He's shorted the stock.
Volta's launching their
newest electric car tomorrow.
An attack at a high
profile event like that
would t*nk their stock.
We need to secure Volta's
corporate headquarters.
- She could be messing with us.
- We can't take the chance.
I want teams in place at
that launch tomorrow.
Fine, but let's keep a low profile.
Rich! Rich!
Kathy is telling the truth about
the attack on Volta Motors.
- How do you know that?
- One of the unintentional byproducts
of the way I coded the
app for Wizardville
gives me backdoor access to
all my subscribers' phones.
- What?!
- That's... Shh!
Okay. You have access
to over 75 million
people's contact lists,
e-mail accounts, photo libraries.
Okay, yes, but I've never used it...
- until now.
- Oh, I totally believe you.
Hey, is Hirst a subscriber?
Oh, I bet she's got
some real dirty secrets
- in her browser history.
- Okay, Rich, listen to me.
Loewe's lawyer plays Wizardville,
and I just hacked her phone.
Someone e-mailed asking if Green Point
was on for today at 3:00.
That's where Volta's battery
factory is located.
No batteries, no electric cars.
An attack that size would
cr*pple Volta's stock.
Which means we have less
than two hours to stop it.
Come on.
What? Let's go.
You said an attack is imminent!
Don't we have to tell the whole team?
- We can't!
- Why not? What do you mean?
- Hey, Gary.
- His name's Gary?
- I've been calling him Rick.
- How did I get the intel?
I can't say I used the illegal backdoor
on my app to hack a lawyer's phone.
Well, now who's obstructing justice?
You're right.
Okay, we need to come clean.
Whoa, whoa. No. No. Gross.
We need to stay dirty, okay?
Just let me think here.
Just give me a second.
Oh! Okay. I got it.
I know how to fix this. Come on.
What's so urgent?
We know how Loewe's going
to short the Volta stock.
An anonymous tip just came in.
There will be an attack
on the Volta Motors battery factory
in Green Point at 3 p.m. today.
That's 1500 hours... hours... hours...
The recording goes on for a while,
but it says the information came
from deleted e-mails in Loewe's account.
The same way Kathy found out
about the train derailment.
Could she be the source?
Not unless she can astral project.
She's been in holding this whole time.
Patterson, call in backup,
I want Hazmat and emergency
vehicles on site.
Wait. What about Hirst?
Shouldn't we verify this tip
before we send teams out?
No, we don't have the time.
If we're wrong,
I'll take the heat. If we're
right, we save lives.
So, let's move.
All right, ladies, it appears
that most of the chemicals
are directly beneath
the production floor.
My guess is they're gonna
try to hit that hard.
We're headed there now.
I've instructed all emergency vehicles
to be on standby outside the facility.
We need to start the evac.
- Copy.
- We're gone.
FBI! Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!
Take your weapons out and
put them on the floor now.
Don't sh**t, whatever you do.
You set off a spark, and
the whole building blows.
Cut the gas lines. We got 'em, Jane.
b*mb! Less than two minutes!
Patterson, I'm sending a pic of an IED.
We need a little help here. We've
got less than two minutes.
So, it looks like the keypad
lock is connected to the timer.
Can you disconnect the
b*mb from the timer?
Maybe close the circuit somehow?
No, don't touch the wires on the timer.
- That can speed up the clock.
- Sorry.
I'll figure out if I can
find the blasting cap.
Give us a minute.
Yeah, well, that's about all you've got
until this whole place blows!
Hey! What's the code?
Look, unless you want to die,
you need to stop this clock now.
No, no, no, no! Don't!
- Are you crazy?
- You've got 30 seconds.
What's it gonna be?
Good choice.
- Hey!
- Don't sh**t!
How the hell did you
know how to do that?
I have a lot of new tricks.
Well done out there.
Any luck linking the guys
from the factory to Loewe?
They say they were hired
by a "John Smith"
who paid them via wire transfer.
I tried to track the money,
but it was a dead end.
So, we have nothing on Loewe?
I know this doesn't feel like a win,
but we just averted a catastrophe today.
We'll get Loewe... big fish like him
just takes a little time to reel in.
Go home. Get some rest.
Good work out there.
Hey, so correct me if I'm wrong,
but I think the investigation
into the Three Blind Mice is over.
It certainly seems that way.
I'm so sorry, but we don't
keep that kind of data
- on our Kinga devices.
- Right.
So, you just magically know which ads
to target to which customers?
I understand your "official" policy,
but we know how this really works.
I wish I could help, but...
Your company has a data
farm in Centerville, right?
Yes. So, what you're telling us is,
if we were to send a team
over there with a warrant,
we wouldn't find any recordings
of any Kinga devices?
No, sir. 'Cause I'd hate
to have to come back here
and arrest you for
giving a false statement
to a federal agent,
not to mention embarrass your company
and have your stock take a tumble.
Let me see if there's
something I can do.
No, don't see. Just do.
I want the recordings by end of day.
- Ah!
- All right.
I realize we shouldn't
be seen with each other,
but this is a little overkill.
Then why'd did you have me
come meet you out here in this dump?
- You texted me, dumbwad.
- Uh-uh-uh, you texted me.
Oh, no.
Rich!
Are you okay?
Oh!
- Kathy?
- It's okay, guys.
They're just bean bag rounds.
I'm rescuing you!
No. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no!
Patterson. Hey.
What the hell is this place?
It smells like manure.
You know...
You know, just once, I'd like to get
kidnapped somewhere exotic
like Mykonos, Ibiza.
It's always got to be some dungeon,
and not the good kind of dungeon.
Hey, look. There's a door.
Oh... okay.
Okay. Wait, Rich.
Rich, wait!
Are you okay? Are you okay?
- Are we wearing shock collars?
- Yeah.
- Oh.
- She must have set up a perimeter.
Oh, my God. She's gonna make us
play The Hunger Games, isn't she?
- Get it off. Get it off.
- I don't know where the...
Hi, guys.
Have a seat. Get cozy.
Are you guys all right?
Can I get you a soda or something?
A snack?
You don't have any
soft pretzels, do you?
What do you want with us, Kathy?
I know this must be
upsetting and confusing,
but it's gonna be okay now.
The Three Blind Mice, reunited again.
I got your clue! The
blade pass frequency?
Who else would know that? And you.
"Opposite, opposite."
How many times did you write
that in our text chats?
Who else says that?
Yeah, who else does say that?
- Rich, shut up.
- Don't tell me to shut up.
Wait. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Rich Dotcom?
You're Rich Dotcom, aren't you?
I knew it!
This whole time, I was working
with a living legend!
Oh, aren't you sweet.
I don't know about legend
or what you're talking about.
Okay. You got us. We're
your old partners.
Kathy, you've got to let us go.
You can't do this.
You know, when I first realized
you two were working
together without me,
and for the Feds, of all people,
I'm not gonna lie...
that was a low for me.
But then I realized, you're victims.
You got caught and the
government brainwashed you.
And back in that interrogation room,
that was you subconsciously
asking for help.
The longer you keep us here,
the worse it's gonna be for
you when they catch you.
Oh! Listen to yourself.
They've gotten in your heads.
They've infected you.
You did kind of sound a lot
like Weller just then.
But I'm here now, 'cause
that's what friends
- do for each other.
- Okay.
You're safe with me, and we
can get back to our work.
God, I missed this!
- Here.
- What is this?
It's our to-do list.
You want us to break into
the Federal Reserve,
steal medical records
for every world leader?
What do you need all of these
social security numbers for?
Kathy, come on, you don't
need us for these hacks.
I know I don't need
you, but what's the fun
of doing them alone when
we're all together,
the way it was meant to be?
You guys have forgotten how
much fun we used to have,
and I'm gonna remind you.
We can't do these things.
We righted wrongs. This
is not what we stood for!
We helped people.
I think it's high time for a rebrand.
Hmm.
- Here, bud.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
- Here, love.
Thank you.
Uhh!
You play Wizardville, right?
Oh, I'm obsessed.
Kurt says I have a problem.
You do. Tasha.
Okay, explain that.
That noise... What is it
and how do I turn it off?
Oh, it's telling you there's
a high-level player
on the same Wi-Fi.
But that's weird, because
it's definitely not me
and Kurt's never played before.
Reade? Zapata?
Something you wanna tell me?
No.
- What level are you on?
- Well, first of all,
they're called "quests," not "levels.
- Really? You too?
- Oh!
Why didn't you tell me, huh?
Because you were embarrassed.
No, because you're ultra
competitive and bossy,
and the last thing I
need is for you to be
trying to tell me how to
play a damn video game.
Oh, okay. I'm gonna kick your ass.
You won't know a Hobbit
from a hole in the ground.
There's no Hobbits in Wizardville.
We'll see when I'm done with it.
That doesn't make sense. Shh!
Mira.
Okay, we need to get
word out to the team.
How do you propose we do that?
We're wearing shock collars,
for crying out loud.
She's not gonna let
us make a phone call.
We've got one play here,
- and that's to go along with her plan.
- No.
No. We are not doing those hacks.
Listen to me. I've got
a lot of experience
with obsessive, psychotic women
who desire me sexually, all right?
Look, I don't have time to
explain the subtle nuances
of nonverbal flirtation
with you right now.
- What is your point?
- We've just got to live out the fantasy
for a little while, okay?
We just do a couple of
the less harmful hacks
and then, when we're best
friends again, we say,
"Hey, you know what
would make this easier?
Taking off the Running
Man shock collars."
No. We work for the FBI, Rich.
We can't just hack...
What do you say, Blind Micers?
Ready to rock?
- We're in!
- Yes!
Okay, I've already hacked
into Congressman Shusterman's tablet.
The rest is up to you.
And no funny business.
You try to contact your
"friends" at the FBI
and we turn those collars up to 11.
That does not sound right.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Patterson just sent me an e-mail.
She's bailing on us
for dinner with Rich.
- What?
- Yeah.
Give me that. I'm gonna tell
her to get her butt over here.
See? Bossy for no reason.
Wait. She signed with her first name.
She never uses her first name.
She replied to my text with an e-mail.
Something's wrong.
It's our responsibility
to make the Internet a safe
place for our children.
That's why I support Proposition 77.
Together, we can stop predators.
Shut it down!
Shut it down!
Watching you guys,
it's like watching Picasso
paint the Mona Lisa.
Right. So, can you let us go now?
After one hack? No. That
was just the warm up.
Can we choose off the list?
Because, you know what?
I've already hacked
most of the Kardashians, so I could
just give you what I have on my phone.
Kevin Loewe is piloting his Gulfstream
to Martha's Vineyard with
his wife as we speak.
I just need you to crash
it into the ocean.
- You want us to crash a plane?
- This one's his.
You're in charge of
manipulating the flight deck
and air traffic control, okay?
And this one's hers.
You will be breaching the firewalls
while I break the codes,
just like old times.
No, no, no, no, no, no. No,
this is m*rder, Kathy.
Exactly. Just like how it was m*rder
when Loewe's little "accident"
cost my brother his life.
What?
My brother was on the
train that Loewe crashed,
and I gave the FBI everything it needed
to put him away forever, and
your friends did nothing.
Kathy, I am so sorry, but
there is a right way
and a wrong way to do this.
No, we're ridding the world of a man
who kills innocent
people to make a buck.
This is public service at its best.
She kind of has a point.
Kathy, you have every right to be angry
about your brother, but
we are not executioners,
and Loewe's wife didn't k*ll anybody.
Rich, don't do this.
You've worked so hard to get
where you are now right now,
on the right side of the law.
You're going to be a
tough walnut, aren'tcha.
Don't get sucked into this.
Do you want to go back to prison?
This woman is crazy.
And I'm starting to think
you're not a very good friend.
She just doesn't get us.
Now, don't make me shock you.
Patterson and Rich's phones are off.
Agents confirmed neither
of them are at home.
I tracked Patterson's e-mail.
The IP address was from Antarctica.
Just like the Loewe hacks.
You think Kathy's behind this?
- How? She's in custody.
- Not anymore.
She paid her $2 million
bail in cash two hours ago.
Why was bail even set?
Looks like her big-time
lawyers negotiated it.
Hey, a team found
Patterson and Rich's cars
in an abandoned lot in Brooklyn.
No sign of them anywhere.
Okay. Once I hit "enter,"
Loewe's plane will disappear
from the ATC radar.
Thirty seconds after that,
it will begin its nosedive.
And two minutes from now,
it will be sinking to the
bottom of the Atlantic.
Tell me you didn't miss this.
You know, you're right. I
haven't felt this much
like myself in a long time.
Oh!
I think this calls for a celebration!
We went down the list of all
the places Kathy's worked
as an IT consultant over
the past ten years.
One of her former employers
was the Richmond Zoo.
Didn't that place shut down?
Over six months ago, but someone turned
the power on this afternoon.
An abandoned zoo.
Not a bad place to hold someone c*ptive.
Right. Let's do it.
Mmm, this is absolutely fantastic.
I should've had you pegged for a foodie.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Is this foie gras?
Kinda.
Today has been perfect.
Cheers, Rich Dotcom.
Enchanté.
Wait, why is someone here?
How did they find us?
Was this you, Rich? Did you do this?
No! I swear!
You've been standing
over me this whole time.
It was you, wasn't it!
No...
No! No! Loewe's plane landed?!
How is that possible? You crashed...
Wait, how could you do this to me?
We're friends!
You know what? I'm gonna go ahead
and blame this on the auto-pilot.
Stop lying to me!
Unh!
Looks like your FBI friends are driving
a standard government issue SUV.
This is almost too easy.
Okay, so, according to the ConEd report,
the building pulling
all the power is just
straight ahead on the main road.
Copy that.
What the hell?!
It's Kathy... she's hacking the car.
I can't brake and I can't steer!
Cut the power!
Front doors out! Go!
I'm sorry about your new friends...
sort of.
You know, I used to dream
of the day we'd finally
meet face-to-face.
This is not how I pictured it.
When we first met in that chat room,
it's like I finally felt
like I belonged, you know?
I thought you guys understood me,
you liked me.
Yes?
Did you have some final words?
I-I wanted to apologize...
for betraying you.
Thank you.
We were a good team.
We were more than that.
We had something special.
We took down a lot of
very bad people, and...
we were friends.
We were, weren't we?
You inspired me.
You know that?
Your moral compass that
never wavered, not once.
You made me want to do
something good with my life...
to help people...
Which is why this hurts so bad.
Kathy, no!
Goodbye, Rich!
Jane, find the fuse box!
Kathy Gustafson, you're under arrest.
All right? I'm okay.
Patterson!
- Rich!
- It is not foie gras!
He's fine.
- Mixed with Polysporin.
- Yeah, I know, but...
You guys all right?
Just some minor burns.
Hirst wants to make tracking
the other Mice a top priority.
We've been working Kathy
over in interrogation...
Yeah, but unfortunately,
she refuses to give up her partners.
Says she's a mouse, not a rat.
She's really committing
to this mouse bit, huh?
What I don't get is why she
chose to kidnap you two.
It's pretty risky,
going after an FBI agent
and her consultant.
Hmm. Yeah, uh, she was a...
huge Rich Dotcom fangirl.
I didn't know that was a thing.
All right, here's my take on it.
Kathy was a part of an elite
three-person hacker team,
but she never met the other two members.
Right.
Now, this hacker team
probably started out with good
intentions, like she said,
but when everything went sideways,
the other two members just cut loose.
They left her hanging.
That had to hurt her feelings.
Well, I mean, you know,
she's only human, right?
Now what if over the course of today,
she figured out who the
other two partners were.
I bet she'd be very angry at them,
maybe even want to kidnap them.
It's a shame we don't
have any hard evidence,
because if we did I'd
be forced to charge
those two members to the
full extent of the law.
Yeah, that would be pretty bad.
For them, you know, whoever they are.
Look, what really concerns
me is that this tattoo
wasn't just about Loewe.
It was about exposing secrets of people
who may or may not be in this very room.
Like when the Perseus tattoo
revealed Jane's K and R work.
Roman wants to expose things about us.
The question is... why?
Sorry I'm late. Got that.
That smells awesome. What is it?
Vegan lasagna.
No.
- It's a new recipe.
- Awesome.
Okay, I am making you a steak,
medium rare, just like you like it.
Okay, so have I told
you that I love you?
It's been a couple hours.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
So, can I say it again?
- Yes.
- I love you. I love you.
Oh, I love you.
- I love you, I love you!
- Aah!
- I'm gonna jump in the shower.
- Okay.
No, you're coming.
No, I'll be right there.
No. No, no, no. I'll be right there.
All right, I'll be quick!
Hello?
Hello, Jane. How are you?
What do you want?
I want to know what
it's like being back...
with your husband, your old job,
all your old friends...
These new tattoo cases...
You're trying to take us
down with them, aren't you?
This new person you've become...
you refuse to see the bad in anyone.
Oh, so you're doing this to protect me?
No.
You betrayed me, sis.
I'm doing this to make you bleed.
There's not a day I don't
think about you...
about what happened between us.
I live with my guilt and
the pain of where we are.
I'm already hurting.
You don't know the
meaning of the word...
but you will.
And I'm going to enjoy every minute...
of watching you suffer.
Hey, I thought you went home.
I wanted to do a quick analysis
of the Kinga recording you got us.
Now, have a listen.
That's it? No voices?
Nothing during the time
of Stuart's m*rder?
Which is weird.
What's also weird is this noise
I isolated from this clip.
A siren?
Yeah. Now listen to this.
You just played that.
No, what I played was from
earlier that same day.
Someone copied this section
and spliced it in later.
Someone's trying to cover up
the time of Stuart's m*rder.
Who would have access to do this?
Someone very powerful.
Okay, there's something else.
I was finally able
to unlock the tattoo that
Stuart was obsessed with.
Let's quit sweating the small stuff
and focus all our energy
on this one tattoo.
If you write out the
molecular structure,
the atomic bonds look like normal lines.
If you zoom in to a microscopic level,
there are actually dozens of lines
made of three different thicknesses.
It's a code.
Long story short, each of these letters
spell out the names of
over a dozen people.
I ran vector searches to try to see
if there were any
connections between them.
It turns out, each of those people
were previous owners...
of Van Gogh's famous self-portrait.
Meaning?
That's where I'm stuck.
So all we know is, on
Stuart's last day alive,
he was trying to decode
this Van Gogh tattoo.
What does a one-eared painter have to do
with the m*rder of an FBI agent?
Did you follow my instructions?
I did everything you asked me to do.
Then you'll never have to see me again.
Cheers.
Well, shall we check out the view?
I already am.
What? I have an extremely hot wife.
- You can't blame me.
- So you're saying
I should ditch the boots
for heels more often?
No. I'm saying you should probably ditch
that whole outfit and
just keep the cuffs.
Guys, please stop.
You realize we can hear
everything you're saying.
Everything.
Sorry.
You guys still got eyes on Loewe?
Yes, I do. It's him and his daughter.
It could be his wife. It's hard to tell.
How are you guys making out down there?
Breaking through the firewall now.
Okay, so get this. My
little cousin asked me
for Patterson's autograph yesterday.
I told you. That app she
made is a big deal.
Whatever. Who has time
for stuff like that?
Apparently 75 million people.
Wait. Seriously?
75 million people at 3 bucks a pop?
- That's like...
- We're in.
Suspect's on the move.
We don't have the files yet.
Excuse me, Mr. Loewe,
I just want to say,
the work that you're doing
for the children of Sumatra
is remarkable.
Well, it's just so important
to give back for the future.
Look. Everything we need.
We got it. Read him his rights!
Kevin Loewe, FBI.
What the hell is this?
You're under arrest
for securities fraud,
three counts of manslaughter,
and conspiracy to commit
an act of terrorism.
Turn around. Come with me.
Hey, great work.
The evidence off Loewe's
computers is a gold mine.
Nice.
How you holding up?
You want to know the truth? Not great.
Say what you will about Silicon Valley,
but at least my co-workers
didn't end up dead.
Look, everyone will understand
if you want to take some time off.
I'm fine. I just got back.
How'd we do?
A lot of great stuff
coming off of Loewe's computers.
All right, good. Here's
how I wanna play it.
Thanks for the heads
up about the arrest.
Kevin Loewe is one of the
biggest names on Wall Street.
This bust has a lot of people
in Washington very nervous.
The intel is solid.
Here. Allow me.
So, Jane's back is covered
in microscopic specks
of luminescent ink.
I realized if you put
a two-by-two centimeter
grid on her back,
each speck sits perfectly in
the intersecting corners.
So, I took the specks, basically
squished them together.
Turns out they're
alphanumeric fragments.
And you'll recognize the
formatting of the sequence.
It's how we code anonymous
tips from the FBI hotline.
100B... domestic terrorism.
The tip in question alleged
Loewe's responsible
for train derailment four months
ago that k*lled three people.
The case file was dismissed
for lack of evidence.
But the fact that it was on Jane's body
made us look at it again.
Why would a billionaire
want to crash a train?
We didn't know either,
until we discovered
Loewe shorted KeyRail's stock
and made a one-day gain of $350 million.
Well, what did you find on his servers?
E-mails proving he paid an engineer
to tamper with the brakes.
- Is he talking?
- No, he's not.
His lawyer is inbound.
This evidence better be ironclad
or we're about to have a
PR nightmare on our hands.
- Hey.
- Hey.
How's it going? I know...
I know you told me not to, but...
I've been looking into Stuart's m*rder.
Patterson, we have an
entire team on that.
I know, I know, but Stuart
couldn't stop yapping
about this Kinga home voice
command system that he bought.
Said he would never have
to lift a finger again.
"Hey, Kinga, buy me toilet paper."
"Kinga, find me books
on the singularity."
What does that have to
do with Stuart's m*rder?
There's no mention of the
device in the evidence log.
You think it recorded the m*rder?
Yeah, but it's not that easy.
The company claims Kinga
doesn't "actively" record
conversations other than
the voice commands.
But you think they do.
Well, I have a friend who
worked on the coding,
and she all but confirmed it.
Can this friend do us another favor?
She doesn't have access anymore.
She cashed out her stock options
and retired last month. She was 32.
Okay, how are we supposed
to get a warrant
for something that doesn't exist?
I don't know,
but the way these servers work,
the data is scrubbed after 72 hours.
That doesn't give us much time.
Well, I think they're
gonna need a nudge,
and by nudge, I mean a
hammer on the head,
like a house call from the
Assistant Director of the FBI.
Hi.
There's a mace in the woodshed.
You need it to beat the
manticore in the castle mist.
I'm sorry? Wizardville, right?
Don't be embarrassed.
It's a quality app.
Special Agent Weller. This is Jane.
Courtney Puritsky. I'm Mr.
Loewe's attorney.
My client is innocent of all charges
and needs to be released immediately.
We've seized dozens of e-mails
linking your innocent client
to the train derailment that happened
in Pennsylvania four months ago.
No, you seized planted e-mails.
What do you mean, "planted"?
An anonymous group of hackers
has been terrorizing Mr. Loewe
for the past six months.
I have banker's boxes full of evidence
to prove it... firewall breaches,
denial of service att*cks,
e-mail forgeries.
Why would they be targeting Mr. Loewe?
When you have the kind of
wealth and influence he has,
it attracts some negative attention.
So, why didn't you call the authorities?
Mr. Loewe can afford
better investigators
and security specialists
than the FBI has access to.
- No offense.
- Offense taken.
So, what did these "specialists" say?
They identified the hackers
as an anonymous collective
known as "The Three Blind Mice."
We're gonna need to see
those banker's boxes.
Not a problem. And after that, I suggest
you go after the Three Blind Mice
and stop harassing my client
unless you want a nine-figure
lawsuit on your hands.
Oh, Patty Cakes in the house!
What brings you down to my
little corner office, huh?
Ooh! What is that?
It's a scrambler.
Did you hack into Kevin Loewe's server?
What? No. Who?
If you're lying to me, I swear...
I am not lying. What
are you talking about?
There is a tattoo case pointing
to the Three Blind Mice.
Hirst wants all hands on
deck to track them down.
And I assume you put the kibosh on that?
What was I supposed to say?
"Hey, don't go after them.
"Turns out, two of the Three Blind Mice
"are actually me and Rich.
"We did a bunch of illegal hacks
that we should probably
go to prison for."
Yeah, you might want to
work on your wording there.
I'd probably deemphasize the
"illegal hacks" aspect,
and the word "prison"
should really not be part
of your messaging...
It is only a matter of time
before they come for us,
and when they do...
I'm gonna lose my FBI consulting gig.
They're gonna send me back to jail.
I mean, it's not... It'd
be bad for both of us.
It's Weller.
He wants to see me.
Oh, me too. Looks like time's up.
I'll go first.
You wanted to see us, mademoiselle?
Yes, I did. Ever heard
of the Three Blind Mice?
Yeah. I believe they ran
after the farmer's wife.
I think their tails got
cut off at some point.
No, not the nursery rhyme,
Rich, the hacker group.
We think they've been targeting
this Wall Street guy we've been after.
Oh, those Three Blind Mice.
So you know them?
No, no. I mean, you know,
I've been out of the game
for a year, you know,
since I became a law-abiding,
law-enforcing crime-stopping
citizen, right?
It's not really my...
Well, the techs confirmed it.
Those emails were planted
on Loewe's servers.
Okay, well, that doesn't
mean they were forged.
He still could've written them.
Real or fake, tampered evidence
is still inadmissible in court.
Sounds like you owe this
Loewe guy an apology.
May I suggest an edible arrangement?
Apologies won't cut it.
According to DC, we
just publicly arrested
and humiliated a powerful civilian
under false pretenses.
I want this hacker collective
on a silver platter. Otherwise,
Loewe is about to bury
us with his billions.
You know, sometimes a simple
"I was wrong" can do wonders.
Loewe's private investigators
have done half the work already.
I have some security cam photos
of one of the suspects
stalking Loewe's residence.
You have a picture of them?
Of the Three Blind Mice?
They actually wear a mouse mask?
That's a little on the nose.
Find this person.
- Do whatever it takes.
- Yes, ma'am.
- We can keep this?
- No. Put it down.
Okay.
- We have to come clean.
- Come clean?
- Yeah.
- Come clean to what?
We had no part of this.
We dropped out of Three
Blind Mice a year ago
because somebody thought it
was getting too dangerous.
Well, Electra obviously took the banner
and kept going without us.
We never should have helped her out.
Electra was a visionary,
white hat hacking using
black hat techniques,
taking down all those
so-called "untouchables"
on Wall Street, in the government,
everybody that we know is guilty
but could never prove it.
I know. I just got caught up
in the hacktivism of it all.
- Yeah.
- Her code was so amazing.
I felt like we were Robin
Hood's merry band of thieves.
Yeah, but, look, we don't
have anything to do
with this Loewe case. There's
nothing to worry about.
Nothing to...?
The FBI is targeting the hacker
group we were a part of.
To do good.
It doesn't matter what the reasons were.
- It was illegal.
- Okay, you know what?
Can we focus on the positives here?
It's Three Blind Mice, right?
Anonymous. She doesn't know who we are.
We don't know who she is.
There is a literal firewall
between us and Electra.
But if they go after
the Three Blind Mice,
they will trace it back to us.
Well, then, we'll make it
a little harder for them,
if you catch my drift.
By obstructing justice?
Drift caught.
You just got the team to trust you.
Do you really want to
jeopardize that again?
If it means avoiding multiple
felony charges, yes.
Yes, I do. Absolutely. And so do you.
I am so sorry, but that's just not true.
I promise, Kinga does not
record private conversations.
I can get you a copy of our
user agreement if you...
I'm an Assistant Director of the FBI,
and I know what's going on here.
I need to speak to the
most senior executive
in this building... now.
Okay. I'll get our head
of Global Security.
Your girlfriend's hilarious.
Since when are you texting Meg?
Since we had the best time ever
at brunch and yoga last weekend.
Don't take this the wrong way,
but she's way out of your league.
She's beautiful, smart, successful.
No daddy issues.
You'd better put a ring
on that before I do.
It's the team.
- What you got?
- Oh...
Okay, so I was able to use
the mouse mask footage
to study the suspect's body movements
and I created a partial
biometric profile.
Tell me you got a match.
We matched the suspect
to a person seen at an ATM
a mile from Loewe's estate, and I used
this new experimental gait
recognition technology
the NSA has to confirm it.
And once we got a face, it
was only a matter of time
'til we got a name.
Meet Kathy Gustafson.
35, single, lives in
a studio in Yonkers.
Has over a dozen online
dating memberships
and works as an IT
consultant for Nerd Herd.
The most depressing criminal
profile I've ever seen.
Any idea where she is now?
Yeah. I tracked her phone.
She's at Nerd Herd's midtown location.
Nicely done.
Thank you. Yeah, super, super proud
of the work we're doing here.
All right. Send a team out, pick her up.
- Weller, you run the interrogation.
- Got it.
Actually, I will handle the questioning.
I'm getting a lot of heat from
Washington to make this right.
I would love to have you two in with me.
I could use your expertise.
And we would love to provide it.
Keep us posted.
She's never seen our faces.
She has no idea who we are.
Oh, that's why I feel
so relaxed right now.
Have I heard of the Three Blind Mice?
Who hasn't? They're real famous,
at least in the IT community.
Are you aware of the kinds of
hacks they're responsible for?
Disrupting government
services in Germany,
shutting down the stock market in Seoul,
not to mention stealing
millions of dollars.
Billions, actually.
Yeah, I know. What's
that got to do with me?
Look familiar?
We tracked your movements
from an ATM to the Loewe estate.
We also know you used a
computer at Nerd Herd in SoHo
to hack Loewe's computer several times.
You bounced the signal to make
it look like the IP address
was coming from Antarctica,
but we were able to trace it back.
You're caught, Kathy.
Help us, we can help you.
No. I can help you.
What?
You're coming at this all wrong.
We didn't disrupt government
services in Germany.
We sent out a short that deleted
the foreign minister's drive
containing military secrets
he was selling to Russia.
And as for the stock
market glitch in Seoul,
we prevented a total market collapse
that would've spread
through Southeast Asia.
And we never stole money. Ever.
We stole back ill-gotten
funds and returned them
to the people who were screwed over
by these corrupt companies
and governments in the first place,
and we never took a cent.
So, you're like the Robin
Hoods of the dark web.
Is that an accurate assessment?
That doesn't sound so bad to me.
Opposite, opposite.
That is very bad and very illegal.
Who are your partners?
I don't know their names.
You don't know who you
were working with?
No, I didn't say that.
I just never met them in person
and we didn't exchange names
in case we ever got caught.
When's the last time you communicated?
About a year ago, before we disbanded,
which was not my choice, but...
I miss them so bad.
We're still best friends, though.
They're just layin' low for a bit.
So, how did you do it? How did you hack
into Kevin Loewe's personal computer?
Let me guess.
Your experts here can't figure it out.
Hmm. You know, if I had
to venture a hypothesis,
I'd say you manipulated
the blade pass frequency
of the CPU fan, thereby remote accessing
the main circuit board.
Is that in the right ballpark, or...?
That's actually pretty close.
Oh, by "pretty close," do you
mean 100% correct, or...?
So you admit to falsifying
e-mails on Kevin Loewe's server?
No, I admit to putting back e-mails
that Kevin Loewe deleted.
He's the criminal here, not us.
You know what?
The only reason I'm telling you all this
and not lawyering-up is
people's lives are in danger.
What do you mean?
Loewe just shorted a boatload
of Volta Motors stock.
The last time he did that with KeyRail,
he caused an accident
that k*lled people.
You don't think he'll do it again?
Kathy is clearly a skilled hacker,
but we're gonna have to take
everything else she says
with a grain of salt.
I thought she was lovely.
I mean, got a bit
of a hoarder vibe, but
definitely not evil.
Is she right about Loewe's
trading activity?
We confirmed it. He's shorted the stock.
Volta's launching their
newest electric car tomorrow.
An attack at a high
profile event like that
would t*nk their stock.
We need to secure Volta's
corporate headquarters.
- She could be messing with us.
- We can't take the chance.
I want teams in place at
that launch tomorrow.
Fine, but let's keep a low profile.
Rich! Rich!
Kathy is telling the truth about
the attack on Volta Motors.
- How do you know that?
- One of the unintentional byproducts
of the way I coded the
app for Wizardville
gives me backdoor access to
all my subscribers' phones.
- What?!
- That's... Shh!
Okay. You have access
to over 75 million
people's contact lists,
e-mail accounts, photo libraries.
Okay, yes, but I've never used it...
- until now.
- Oh, I totally believe you.
Hey, is Hirst a subscriber?
Oh, I bet she's got
some real dirty secrets
- in her browser history.
- Okay, Rich, listen to me.
Loewe's lawyer plays Wizardville,
and I just hacked her phone.
Someone e-mailed asking if Green Point
was on for today at 3:00.
That's where Volta's battery
factory is located.
No batteries, no electric cars.
An attack that size would
cr*pple Volta's stock.
Which means we have less
than two hours to stop it.
Come on.
What? Let's go.
You said an attack is imminent!
Don't we have to tell the whole team?
- We can't!
- Why not? What do you mean?
- Hey, Gary.
- His name's Gary?
- I've been calling him Rick.
- How did I get the intel?
I can't say I used the illegal backdoor
on my app to hack a lawyer's phone.
Well, now who's obstructing justice?
You're right.
Okay, we need to come clean.
Whoa, whoa. No. No. Gross.
We need to stay dirty, okay?
Just let me think here.
Just give me a second.
Oh! Okay. I got it.
I know how to fix this. Come on.
What's so urgent?
We know how Loewe's going
to short the Volta stock.
An anonymous tip just came in.
There will be an attack
on the Volta Motors battery factory
in Green Point at 3 p.m. today.
That's 1500 hours... hours... hours...
The recording goes on for a while,
but it says the information came
from deleted e-mails in Loewe's account.
The same way Kathy found out
about the train derailment.
Could she be the source?
Not unless she can astral project.
She's been in holding this whole time.
Patterson, call in backup,
I want Hazmat and emergency
vehicles on site.
Wait. What about Hirst?
Shouldn't we verify this tip
before we send teams out?
No, we don't have the time.
If we're wrong,
I'll take the heat. If we're
right, we save lives.
So, let's move.
All right, ladies, it appears
that most of the chemicals
are directly beneath
the production floor.
My guess is they're gonna
try to hit that hard.
We're headed there now.
I've instructed all emergency vehicles
to be on standby outside the facility.
We need to start the evac.
- Copy.
- We're gone.
FBI! Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!
Take your weapons out and
put them on the floor now.
Don't sh**t, whatever you do.
You set off a spark, and
the whole building blows.
Cut the gas lines. We got 'em, Jane.
b*mb! Less than two minutes!
Patterson, I'm sending a pic of an IED.
We need a little help here. We've
got less than two minutes.
So, it looks like the keypad
lock is connected to the timer.
Can you disconnect the
b*mb from the timer?
Maybe close the circuit somehow?
No, don't touch the wires on the timer.
- That can speed up the clock.
- Sorry.
I'll figure out if I can
find the blasting cap.
Give us a minute.
Yeah, well, that's about all you've got
until this whole place blows!
Hey! What's the code?
Look, unless you want to die,
you need to stop this clock now.
No, no, no, no! Don't!
- Are you crazy?
- You've got 30 seconds.
What's it gonna be?
Good choice.
- Hey!
- Don't sh**t!
How the hell did you
know how to do that?
I have a lot of new tricks.
Well done out there.
Any luck linking the guys
from the factory to Loewe?
They say they were hired
by a "John Smith"
who paid them via wire transfer.
I tried to track the money,
but it was a dead end.
So, we have nothing on Loewe?
I know this doesn't feel like a win,
but we just averted a catastrophe today.
We'll get Loewe... big fish like him
just takes a little time to reel in.
Go home. Get some rest.
Good work out there.
Hey, so correct me if I'm wrong,
but I think the investigation
into the Three Blind Mice is over.
It certainly seems that way.
I'm so sorry, but we don't
keep that kind of data
- on our Kinga devices.
- Right.
So, you just magically know which ads
to target to which customers?
I understand your "official" policy,
but we know how this really works.
I wish I could help, but...
Your company has a data
farm in Centerville, right?
Yes. So, what you're telling us is,
if we were to send a team
over there with a warrant,
we wouldn't find any recordings
of any Kinga devices?
No, sir. 'Cause I'd hate
to have to come back here
and arrest you for
giving a false statement
to a federal agent,
not to mention embarrass your company
and have your stock take a tumble.
Let me see if there's
something I can do.
No, don't see. Just do.
I want the recordings by end of day.
- Ah!
- All right.
I realize we shouldn't
be seen with each other,
but this is a little overkill.
Then why'd did you have me
come meet you out here in this dump?
- You texted me, dumbwad.
- Uh-uh-uh, you texted me.
Oh, no.
Rich!
Are you okay?
Oh!
- Kathy?
- It's okay, guys.
They're just bean bag rounds.
I'm rescuing you!
No. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no!
Patterson. Hey.
What the hell is this place?
It smells like manure.
You know...
You know, just once, I'd like to get
kidnapped somewhere exotic
like Mykonos, Ibiza.
It's always got to be some dungeon,
and not the good kind of dungeon.
Hey, look. There's a door.
Oh... okay.
Okay. Wait, Rich.
Rich, wait!
Are you okay? Are you okay?
- Are we wearing shock collars?
- Yeah.
- Oh.
- She must have set up a perimeter.
Oh, my God. She's gonna make us
play The Hunger Games, isn't she?
- Get it off. Get it off.
- I don't know where the...
Hi, guys.
Have a seat. Get cozy.
Are you guys all right?
Can I get you a soda or something?
A snack?
You don't have any
soft pretzels, do you?
What do you want with us, Kathy?
I know this must be
upsetting and confusing,
but it's gonna be okay now.
The Three Blind Mice, reunited again.
I got your clue! The
blade pass frequency?
Who else would know that? And you.
"Opposite, opposite."
How many times did you write
that in our text chats?
Who else says that?
Yeah, who else does say that?
- Rich, shut up.
- Don't tell me to shut up.
Wait. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Rich Dotcom?
You're Rich Dotcom, aren't you?
I knew it!
This whole time, I was working
with a living legend!
Oh, aren't you sweet.
I don't know about legend
or what you're talking about.
Okay. You got us. We're
your old partners.
Kathy, you've got to let us go.
You can't do this.
You know, when I first realized
you two were working
together without me,
and for the Feds, of all people,
I'm not gonna lie...
that was a low for me.
But then I realized, you're victims.
You got caught and the
government brainwashed you.
And back in that interrogation room,
that was you subconsciously
asking for help.
The longer you keep us here,
the worse it's gonna be for
you when they catch you.
Oh! Listen to yourself.
They've gotten in your heads.
They've infected you.
You did kind of sound a lot
like Weller just then.
But I'm here now, 'cause
that's what friends
- do for each other.
- Okay.
You're safe with me, and we
can get back to our work.
God, I missed this!
- Here.
- What is this?
It's our to-do list.
You want us to break into
the Federal Reserve,
steal medical records
for every world leader?
What do you need all of these
social security numbers for?
Kathy, come on, you don't
need us for these hacks.
I know I don't need
you, but what's the fun
of doing them alone when
we're all together,
the way it was meant to be?
You guys have forgotten how
much fun we used to have,
and I'm gonna remind you.
We can't do these things.
We righted wrongs. This
is not what we stood for!
We helped people.
I think it's high time for a rebrand.
Hmm.
- Here, bud.
- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.
- Here, love.
Thank you.
Uhh!
You play Wizardville, right?
Oh, I'm obsessed.
Kurt says I have a problem.
You do. Tasha.
Okay, explain that.
That noise... What is it
and how do I turn it off?
Oh, it's telling you there's
a high-level player
on the same Wi-Fi.
But that's weird, because
it's definitely not me
and Kurt's never played before.
Reade? Zapata?
Something you wanna tell me?
No.
- What level are you on?
- Well, first of all,
they're called "quests," not "levels.
- Really? You too?
- Oh!
Why didn't you tell me, huh?
Because you were embarrassed.
No, because you're ultra
competitive and bossy,
and the last thing I
need is for you to be
trying to tell me how to
play a damn video game.
Oh, okay. I'm gonna kick your ass.
You won't know a Hobbit
from a hole in the ground.
There's no Hobbits in Wizardville.
We'll see when I'm done with it.
That doesn't make sense. Shh!
Mira.
Okay, we need to get
word out to the team.
How do you propose we do that?
We're wearing shock collars,
for crying out loud.
She's not gonna let
us make a phone call.
We've got one play here,
- and that's to go along with her plan.
- No.
No. We are not doing those hacks.
Listen to me. I've got
a lot of experience
with obsessive, psychotic women
who desire me sexually, all right?
Look, I don't have time to
explain the subtle nuances
of nonverbal flirtation
with you right now.
- What is your point?
- We've just got to live out the fantasy
for a little while, okay?
We just do a couple of
the less harmful hacks
and then, when we're best
friends again, we say,
"Hey, you know what
would make this easier?
Taking off the Running
Man shock collars."
No. We work for the FBI, Rich.
We can't just hack...
What do you say, Blind Micers?
Ready to rock?
- We're in!
- Yes!
Okay, I've already hacked
into Congressman Shusterman's tablet.
The rest is up to you.
And no funny business.
You try to contact your
"friends" at the FBI
and we turn those collars up to 11.
That does not sound right.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Patterson just sent me an e-mail.
She's bailing on us
for dinner with Rich.
- What?
- Yeah.
Give me that. I'm gonna tell
her to get her butt over here.
See? Bossy for no reason.
Wait. She signed with her first name.
She never uses her first name.
She replied to my text with an e-mail.
Something's wrong.
It's our responsibility
to make the Internet a safe
place for our children.
That's why I support Proposition 77.
Together, we can stop predators.
Shut it down!
Shut it down!
Watching you guys,
it's like watching Picasso
paint the Mona Lisa.
Right. So, can you let us go now?
After one hack? No. That
was just the warm up.
Can we choose off the list?
Because, you know what?
I've already hacked
most of the Kardashians, so I could
just give you what I have on my phone.
Kevin Loewe is piloting his Gulfstream
to Martha's Vineyard with
his wife as we speak.
I just need you to crash
it into the ocean.
- You want us to crash a plane?
- This one's his.
You're in charge of
manipulating the flight deck
and air traffic control, okay?
And this one's hers.
You will be breaching the firewalls
while I break the codes,
just like old times.
No, no, no, no, no, no. No,
this is m*rder, Kathy.
Exactly. Just like how it was m*rder
when Loewe's little "accident"
cost my brother his life.
What?
My brother was on the
train that Loewe crashed,
and I gave the FBI everything it needed
to put him away forever, and
your friends did nothing.
Kathy, I am so sorry, but
there is a right way
and a wrong way to do this.
No, we're ridding the world of a man
who kills innocent
people to make a buck.
This is public service at its best.
She kind of has a point.
Kathy, you have every right to be angry
about your brother, but
we are not executioners,
and Loewe's wife didn't k*ll anybody.
Rich, don't do this.
You've worked so hard to get
where you are now right now,
on the right side of the law.
You're going to be a
tough walnut, aren'tcha.
Don't get sucked into this.
Do you want to go back to prison?
This woman is crazy.
And I'm starting to think
you're not a very good friend.
She just doesn't get us.
Now, don't make me shock you.
Patterson and Rich's phones are off.
Agents confirmed neither
of them are at home.
I tracked Patterson's e-mail.
The IP address was from Antarctica.
Just like the Loewe hacks.
You think Kathy's behind this?
- How? She's in custody.
- Not anymore.
She paid her $2 million
bail in cash two hours ago.
Why was bail even set?
Looks like her big-time
lawyers negotiated it.
Hey, a team found
Patterson and Rich's cars
in an abandoned lot in Brooklyn.
No sign of them anywhere.
Okay. Once I hit "enter,"
Loewe's plane will disappear
from the ATC radar.
Thirty seconds after that,
it will begin its nosedive.
And two minutes from now,
it will be sinking to the
bottom of the Atlantic.
Tell me you didn't miss this.
You know, you're right. I
haven't felt this much
like myself in a long time.
Oh!
I think this calls for a celebration!
We went down the list of all
the places Kathy's worked
as an IT consultant over
the past ten years.
One of her former employers
was the Richmond Zoo.
Didn't that place shut down?
Over six months ago, but someone turned
the power on this afternoon.
An abandoned zoo.
Not a bad place to hold someone c*ptive.
Right. Let's do it.
Mmm, this is absolutely fantastic.
I should've had you pegged for a foodie.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Is this foie gras?
Kinda.
Today has been perfect.
Cheers, Rich Dotcom.
Enchanté.
Wait, why is someone here?
How did they find us?
Was this you, Rich? Did you do this?
No! I swear!
You've been standing
over me this whole time.
It was you, wasn't it!
No...
No! No! Loewe's plane landed?!
How is that possible? You crashed...
Wait, how could you do this to me?
We're friends!
You know what? I'm gonna go ahead
and blame this on the auto-pilot.
Stop lying to me!
Unh!
Looks like your FBI friends are driving
a standard government issue SUV.
This is almost too easy.
Okay, so, according to the ConEd report,
the building pulling
all the power is just
straight ahead on the main road.
Copy that.
What the hell?!
It's Kathy... she's hacking the car.
I can't brake and I can't steer!
Cut the power!
Front doors out! Go!
I'm sorry about your new friends...
sort of.
You know, I used to dream
of the day we'd finally
meet face-to-face.
This is not how I pictured it.
When we first met in that chat room,
it's like I finally felt
like I belonged, you know?
I thought you guys understood me,
you liked me.
Yes?
Did you have some final words?
I-I wanted to apologize...
for betraying you.
Thank you.
We were a good team.
We were more than that.
We had something special.
We took down a lot of
very bad people, and...
we were friends.
We were, weren't we?
You inspired me.
You know that?
Your moral compass that
never wavered, not once.
You made me want to do
something good with my life...
to help people...
Which is why this hurts so bad.
Kathy, no!
Goodbye, Rich!
Jane, find the fuse box!
Kathy Gustafson, you're under arrest.
All right? I'm okay.
Patterson!
- Rich!
- It is not foie gras!
He's fine.
- Mixed with Polysporin.
- Yeah, I know, but...
You guys all right?
Just some minor burns.
Hirst wants to make tracking
the other Mice a top priority.
We've been working Kathy
over in interrogation...
Yeah, but unfortunately,
she refuses to give up her partners.
Says she's a mouse, not a rat.
She's really committing
to this mouse bit, huh?
What I don't get is why she
chose to kidnap you two.
It's pretty risky,
going after an FBI agent
and her consultant.
Hmm. Yeah, uh, she was a...
huge Rich Dotcom fangirl.
I didn't know that was a thing.
All right, here's my take on it.
Kathy was a part of an elite
three-person hacker team,
but she never met the other two members.
Right.
Now, this hacker team
probably started out with good
intentions, like she said,
but when everything went sideways,
the other two members just cut loose.
They left her hanging.
That had to hurt her feelings.
Well, I mean, you know,
she's only human, right?
Now what if over the course of today,
she figured out who the
other two partners were.
I bet she'd be very angry at them,
maybe even want to kidnap them.
It's a shame we don't
have any hard evidence,
because if we did I'd
be forced to charge
those two members to the
full extent of the law.
Yeah, that would be pretty bad.
For them, you know, whoever they are.
Look, what really concerns
me is that this tattoo
wasn't just about Loewe.
It was about exposing secrets of people
who may or may not be in this very room.
Like when the Perseus tattoo
revealed Jane's K and R work.
Roman wants to expose things about us.
The question is... why?
Sorry I'm late. Got that.
That smells awesome. What is it?
Vegan lasagna.
No.
- It's a new recipe.
- Awesome.
Okay, I am making you a steak,
medium rare, just like you like it.
Okay, so have I told
you that I love you?
It's been a couple hours.
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
So, can I say it again?
- Yes.
- I love you. I love you.
Oh, I love you.
- I love you, I love you!
- Aah!
- I'm gonna jump in the shower.
- Okay.
No, you're coming.
No, I'll be right there.
No. No, no, no. I'll be right there.
All right, I'll be quick!
Hello?
Hello, Jane. How are you?
What do you want?
I want to know what
it's like being back...
with your husband, your old job,
all your old friends...
These new tattoo cases...
You're trying to take us
down with them, aren't you?
This new person you've become...
you refuse to see the bad in anyone.
Oh, so you're doing this to protect me?
No.
You betrayed me, sis.
I'm doing this to make you bleed.
There's not a day I don't
think about you...
about what happened between us.
I live with my guilt and
the pain of where we are.
I'm already hurting.
You don't know the
meaning of the word...
but you will.
And I'm going to enjoy every minute...
of watching you suffer.
Hey, I thought you went home.
I wanted to do a quick analysis
of the Kinga recording you got us.
Now, have a listen.
That's it? No voices?
Nothing during the time
of Stuart's m*rder?
Which is weird.
What's also weird is this noise
I isolated from this clip.
A siren?
Yeah. Now listen to this.
You just played that.
No, what I played was from
earlier that same day.
Someone copied this section
and spliced it in later.
Someone's trying to cover up
the time of Stuart's m*rder.
Who would have access to do this?
Someone very powerful.
Okay, there's something else.
I was finally able
to unlock the tattoo that
Stuart was obsessed with.
Let's quit sweating the small stuff
and focus all our energy
on this one tattoo.
If you write out the
molecular structure,
the atomic bonds look like normal lines.
If you zoom in to a microscopic level,
there are actually dozens of lines
made of three different thicknesses.
It's a code.
Long story short, each of these letters
spell out the names of
over a dozen people.
I ran vector searches to try to see
if there were any
connections between them.
It turns out, each of those people
were previous owners...
of Van Gogh's famous self-portrait.
Meaning?
That's where I'm stuck.
So all we know is, on
Stuart's last day alive,
he was trying to decode
this Van Gogh tattoo.
What does a one-eared painter have to do
with the m*rder of an FBI agent?
Did you follow my instructions?
I did everything you asked me to do.
Then you'll never have to see me again.