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[industrial music playing]

♪

- ♪ There is no
right and wrong ♪

♪ All you have is fear

♪ And your own
cold calculations ♪

- In or out, pal?

♪

- Hey, Aisha? Remember me?

- [gasping]

Ew, what is that?

[screaming]

- You reap what you sow.

[machine whooshing]

[laid-back jazz music playing]

♪

- I mean,
I prefer mine as a liquid.

- [chuckles]
Yeah, it's a lot, isn't it?

- [chuckling] Yeah.
- [chuckles]

Well, you know how sometimes

people have nightmares about
showing up to work naked?

- That's not a thing.

- Oh, it's a thing.

Except with me, I show up
to the dispatch center

and I just can't.

- Can't what?

- I can't answer calls
quick enough,

I can't mobilize
the right responses,

and people suffer for it.

- Hence the sugar rush.

- Mm.

No such thing as
easing into the day.

- I hear you.

- So look, I wanted
to do this in person.

I mean, Lord knows

I have enough serious
conversations on the phone.

It's just, the whole time you
were undercover, I was worried.

I didn't know who to call
or if you were okay.

- I-I was okay.

- Right.
But, see, I didn't know that.

[pensive music]

Look, all I'm saying is that

I am working
without a net here, okay?

I mean, you went dark
for three weeks.

And...

I don't know,
it was tough for me.

[phone buzzing]
- I hear you.

I've gotta take this.

I promise we'll finish
this conversation.

Hello?

[indistinct radio chatter]

[car doors shut]

- Well, he works
for 911 Dispatch.

Didn't he understand the risk?

- He struggles
with the undercover part.

Well, this job is
a big part of who I am.

Gemma all right with it?
- I guess so.

- Hey, Scola.

- Hey.
- What do we got?

- Every time I think people
can't get any crueler,

some psycho tells me
to hold their beer.

Our victim's name's
Aisha Malik,

25-year-old Pakistani American.

Rents a studio
apartment upstairs.

Stepped off the B48 bus,
attacker followed her,

doused her in some sort
of gel petrochemical.

- Like napalm?

- Pretty much.

Set her on fire,
watched her burn.

- How'd he get his hands
on napalm?

- Well,
ERT thinks it was homemade.

But either way, a chemical
attack means this one's ours.

- Are there any witnesses?

- A couple rushed over,

tried to douse out
the flames with water.

Just made the chemical fire
worse.

- Did they describe
the attacker?

- Yeah, average height, build.
Black coat, ski mask.

Said, "You reap what you sow."

One of the witnesses
overheard him tell her that

while he watched her burn,

so whoever he is,
he had it out for her.

- That security cam
should fill in the blanks.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Okay, pause it there.

So our--our masked assailant,

who I'm gonna go out
on a limb and call a coward,

followed his victim,
Aisha Malik, home

and burnt her alive.

So did anyone see
anything in the footage

that can help us ID him?

- Messenger bag.

It's available
at any big box store.

Same for the mason jar used
to transport the napalm.

- And no luck with
adjacent security cameras

tracking his escape, seeing
where he slithered off to?

- Uh, one block south,
he goes into Fort Greene Park,

where he disappears
into the crowd.

- Come on, guys.
It's not good enough.

Aisha was brutally targeted.

We owe it to her family to
bring this attacker to justice.

- You see something?

- Ian, can you scrub back
a bit?

Do you have audio?
I wanna hear what he says.

The way she turns back
to her attacker.

- Audio is loading now.

- Hey, Aisha? Remember me?

- Like she knows him,

but they're
not necessarily friends.

- You can hear it in his voice.
He's hoping she remembers him.

- So new angle:

Aisha Malik's attacker
may have been known to her.

He knew her schedule,
he waited for her at her bus,

so let's work our way back
from the victim.

What do we know about Aisha?

- She is the daughter
of Pakistani immigrants.

I scoured her text messages.
Nothing popped out.

- Uh, her socials are
more telling.

These are from last year.

And these are from
the last three months.

- Hmm.

A young woman exploring
her newfound independence.

Doesn't seem to be
anything wrong with that.

- No, not at all.

In fact,
her follower count ballooned.

But the, uh, rebrand

seems to have upset
her Muslim followers.

Some have even made threats.

- So we're thinking
she could have been targeted

for her progressive shift,

like some kind
of honor killing.

- It would explain
why her attacker used

the words "reap what you sow."

- Just to say it,

honor killings
are not an Islamic thing.

And they barely
happen in the U.S.

- He's right.
They are rare in the U.S.

But they do happen in Pakistan.

And Aisha's brother, Ahmed,

is on the
Interpol terror watch list.

He traveled to
Pakistan last year.

They fear he was
radicalized over there.

- Okay, where--where is he now?

- LKA is a home in Queens

belonging to Shariq Malik,
his father.

- I was afraid when
she said she was moving out.

[sniffles]
It's my fault.

- Jaanu, no.

- Mr. and Mrs. Malik,

it's likely that Aisha's attack
wasn't at random.

- We noticed that
she stopped wearing her hijab

in photos she posted
on social media

that may have
offended some people.

- You think
another Muslim did this?

What Muslims in this country
will light a girl on fire

for dressing as
other Americans do?

[somber music]

- You said your son
wasn't home.

When are you expecting him?

I'm afraid he's a person
of interest in this case.

- We've already lost
one child today.

Now you want to take away
another?

- We just need
to ask him some questions.

He is on a watchlist.

- That was a misunderstanding.

Ahmed was in Pakistan
for a wedding.

- And he was on video
carrying an AK-47.

- And he punched
an Interpol agent in the face

who was questioning him.

- In self-defense.

Which is why they let him go.

You think you know my son

because of what's
on your computer.

But he would never
harm his sister.

- Mrs. Malik,
do you have something to say?

- They have been fighting.

Two days ago, I heard shouting.

Aisha wouldn't say what it was
about, but she was upset.

He broke the screen
of her phone.

- We do have a warrant
to search his room.

- He stays out back
in the garage.

It should be open.

- See those family photos?
Not one person was smiling.

- Yeah, I grew up around

conservative families
like that.

The kids just
speak formally at home

so they don't rock the boat.

- Hmm. Zidans like that?

- No, we shouted it out.
[sighs]

- Ahmed Malik, FBI!

I'll flank him.
- Yeah.

[dramatic music]

♪

[engine revving]

[tires screech]

[handcuffs clicking]

- I didn't do anything!

- Then why'd you run?

- I'm a bearded Muslim

with "Pakistan" stamped
on my passport.

FBI comes knocking,
it ain't to be nice.

- Where were you this morning?

- Volunteering at the mosque.

Not that a munafiq like him
would understand.

- What's that mean?
- A hypocrite.

What, because I'm in the FBI,
it makes me less Muslim?

Is that why
you killed your sister?

She wasn't Muslim enough?

- W-what--what are you saying?

Where's Aisha?
What happened to my sister?

- She was murdered
this morning.

- What?

[tense music]

- Your mother said that you had
a confrontation recently.

- What?
And you think I would--

I would do this to her,
to my baby sister?

- "You reap what you sow."

- I--I don't know
what that means.

- We believe that the person
who killed your sister

disapproved of her lifestyle.

You're at the mosque all day.

She's modern.

You're fighting.

- Yeah, we--we--
we fought, but...

I was looking out for her.

Look.

My--my friend matched
with Aisha on some dating app.

He showed me her profile.
Bikini pics, alcohol.

I'm not stupid.

I know what kind of guy
that attracts.

I had to rip the phone
out of her hand

to delete the damn thing.

Look, my sister is a good kid.

And I love her.

And if she got mixed up
with someone, it's on that app.

- Yeah, thanks for showing me.

All right, so what do we
know about this dating app

Aisha was supposedly on?

- It's called SCORCH.

Depending on who you ask,

it's either famous or infamous
for its gimmick.

- Which is?

- Women rate the men
they've dated

based on categories like
hygiene, respect level, rizz.

- Yeah, lower your rating,

less likely you are
to get matches in the future.

- All right, but the app was
not on Aisha's phone, right?

- Because her brother was
telling the truth.

He did delete the app off
of her phone two days ago.

Had to reinstall it
to see this.

- Yeah, she had over
two dozen matches in her DMs.

But Aisha's exchanges with
this guy paint a dark picture.

- "Hello, beautiful.

"You're so easy to talk to.

I love the way
your mind works."

Seems like a nice enough guy.

He's a little overconfident,
but nice enough.

- Yeah, it looked like
Aisha felt the same.

She seemed to enjoy
the attention.

Then she stops responding

because her brother
deleted the app

and Patrick's tone changes.

- Okay.

"You think you can ghost me?

"You're just
another shallow bitch

who's gonna get what's
coming to her."

Tell me you got a name
for our jaded suitor.

- Yeah. Facial rec ID'd him
as Patrick Hammond, 36,

manager of a high-end gym
in SoHo called Warm Up.

- Okay, ping him, bring him in.

- I already tried. Phone's off.

- Wait a sec.

I flagged the credit card
that he used

to purchase
his SCORCH subscription.

It's prepaid.

And it just booked a suite
at the Filmore.

- Get our team down there
right now.

[tense music]

♪

- FBI. Special Agent Bell.
This is Special Agent Zidan.

What's going on?

- Fire reported
on the seventh floor.

- Suite 717?
- How'd you know?

- It's linked to an
active investigation.

When was it called in?
- 20 minutes ago.

Luckily, it was localized
in the room.

My guys were able
to put it out.

- Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

FBI.

- She was in the room doused
with some kind of accelerant.

- She gonna pull through?

- Fourth-degree burns

and severe smoke inhalation
injuries.

- How much you wanna bet
it was napalm?

- All right, have NYPD
clear the building

in case the suspect's
still in there.

I'm gonna call the JOC,

tell them
this guy's on a spree.

- Okay.

♪

- Listen up.

I am briefing the director
in ten minutes

on today's chemical attacks,

so I have exactly five for you
to catch me up to speed.

- All right,
that's your cue, people.

Who wants a gold star? Elise?

- Uh, suspect reached the
hotel's seventh floor at 11:21,

then knocked on suite 717.

When our second victim
answered...

- We know what happened next.

And what does the
evidence show us?

- ERT confirmed
the same homemade napalm

was used in the hotel
and the Aisha Malik attack.

- So the weapons were the same.
What about the MO?

- The second victim,
Brenda Clark,

just passed away
on the way to Langone.

- Oh, hey, hey.

Ran a semantic smart search
of her phone,

found mention of the Filmore
in her SCORCH DMs,

where she was messaging with--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Patrick Hammond.

Same dating app, same profile.

What was Hammond up to?

- Well, looks like

he earned Brenda's trust
over the last few weeks.

DMs got hot and heavy.

Then he invited her
to the hotel.

Said to check in,
meet her in suite 717.

- He--he didn't invite her
to the hotel.

He lured her there
and you can be damn sure

he would have
done the same to Aisha

if her brother had not deleted
the SCORCH app from her phone.

- Right. So Hammond switched up
his MO, tracked Aisha down,

and then attacked her
outside of her home.

- Issue a BOLO.

If there is a rock in the city
that Hammond could crawl under,

I want a uniform
checking under it.

- You might wanna hold off
on that.

- What? DHS got something?

- Yeah, seems Patrick Hammond

just passed through TSA
at LaGuardia.

One-way ticket to Seoul.

- He's fleeing.

- Port Authority, do not
let him get on that plane!

[tense music]

♪

- This is crazy.

I don't know either
of these women

and I'm not on any dating apps.

- Okay.

Then what's that?

- I've never seen that before.

And this guy's dating women.
I don't--[sighs]

Even bat for that team.

- Well, you sent a message
to Brenda Clark

saying that you couldn't wait
to look into her eyes.

- Are you people listening?

Yes, that is my picture,

but I didn't have anything
to do with these murders.

- What's up?

- Hey, uh, so I hate to be
the bearer of bad news,

but I think our suspect
may be telling the truth.

You know how the attacker used
the same prepaid credit card

to pay for SCORCH
and book the hotel?

Kelly reached out to the store
that sold the card,

and they just sent us
a security cam image

of the purchase.

Angle's not great
for facial rec,

but one thing is clear.

- We got the wrong guy.

- So our killer is
using Patrick's photo

to catfish women on SCORCH.

- Okay.
Well, let's show this to him.

Maybe he can shed some light.

- Yeah, it's worth a try.

- That's Austin.

- You know him?

- I mean, we're not friends.

He worked at my gym
until a few months ago.

- Okay, well, he's obviously
using your name and your face

to catfish women online
for a reason.

- Because I'm attractive.

If--if he wanted to do this
to women,

I bet I'm the bait
that he would need.

- He could have picked
any good-looking photo.

You said Austin
worked at the gym.

What happened?
- I fired him.

He was always creeping
on the female members,

hitting on them,
so I reprimanded him.

The guy went nuts.

He started screaming
in my face,

called me a "white knight,"
even took a swing at me.

I didn't have a choice.

- What's his address?

[tense music]

♪

OA?

The stuff for the napalm.

[camera shutter clicking]

- Maggie.

It looks like
our guy shaved his head.

[laptop chimes]

And he knows that we're here.

- What?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

He's erasing this remotely.
I can't stop it.

- Hold on, hold on.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What?

- He can't erase it
if it's not running.

- Maggie's solution was
unconventional but effective.

- So you were able to salvage
the data from Austin's laptop?

- Some of it,
and it is not pretty.

Browsing history
paints the picture

of an isolated and angry male.

Lots of violent pornography

plus how to make napalm,
chemical weapons.

Then there's this.

He was an active poster
on BLKPILL.

- BLKPILL?
I--I can't say I know this one.

- It's a messaging board
for incels,

involuntary celibates.

- Young men who believe they're
unable to attract women.

- There are different kinds,

but black-pilled incels are
especially hostile to women

because
they consider themselves

to be victims of genetics.

Now, it seems that Austin
tried to use SCORCH last year.

But after a few bad dates,
his match rating dropped.

That's when he deleted
the dating app

and he started hate-posting
against women.

- So Austin's online
anger escalated

to real-world violence.

Women reject him on the app,
he starts killing in real life.

- He created
the catfish account

using Patrick Hammond's photo,
then he astroturfed his rating

using fake female profiles,
all to hunt for women to kill.

- So is there any connection
between Brenda and Aisha?

I mean, is this guy
directing his anger at women,

towards anyone he can find?

Or is there more to that story?

- I am still digging into that.

- Uh, hey, you know
how we asked SCORCH

to keep the fake profile live

just in case
Austin logged back on?

Well, he just matched with
someone, set up a coffee date.

- For when?
- Uh, 20 minutes, Central Park.

- He's gonna kill again.

[tense music]

- Okay, this is Austin Wending.

He set up a date with a
26-year-old woman, Sierra Macy.

They're supposed to meet
at the fountain.

- Okay, you head there.

Me and Scola will cover
the approach on either side.

♪

- Scola, OA,
you guys got anything?

- Nothing yet.

- I got eyes on Austin.

Southeast corner.

Coming to you.

- I got eyes on Sierra.

- Copy.

- Excuse me.
Are you Sierra Macy?

- Yeah.
- I'm Maggie Bell with the FBI.

- Looks like he's heading
towards the fountain.

He's heading right for you.

- Are you trying to meet
with this guy today?

- Yes.

- Then your life is in danger.
Come on.

I've got Sierra.

- Moving to intercept.

He made me.

♪

- Where'd he go?

We lost eyes on the suspect.

- Come on. We gotta go now. Go.

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, listen,
I need you to stay here, okay?

Don't move.

♪

Come on. We gotta move.

[gunshot]
- [screams]

[people screaming]

[gunshots]

- Shots fired.
There's too many civilians.

♪

- Scola,
I'm gonna draw him out.

- Copy that.

- And Scola, don't miss.

[gunshot]

Suspect down.
I repeat, suspect down.

- Guys.

Stay with them.

- We got a problem.
Same mask, same coat.

This ain't Austin Wending.

- Our killer had an accomplice.

♪

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Sierra, we have a few
questions we'd like to ask you

to stop this
from happening again.

You up for it?

- Of course.
I mean, if it'll help.

- Hopefully, it will.

- You were supposed
to meet a man

named Patrick here today, right?

- Yeah.
- Well, that wasn't him.

He used his profile
to lure you here.

Do you recognize this man?

- That's Geoff.

Uh, Geoff Slocumb.

- How do you know Geoff?

- We matched on SCORCH
a couple months ago.

- Did anything happen
between you two

that would make him
wanna target you?

- He was fine when
we were chatting,

but when we met up in person,
he was...

off, entitled.

I was glad when
the date was over.

But when I told him that
I was not interested, he just--

- He didn't take the hint.

- He sent flowers to my office,
kept showing up on my block.

I don't downvote
a lot of guys on the app,

but someone had
to warn other girls

from making the same mistake.

- Did Geoff mention
a friend named Austin?

- [chuckles]
I did not get the sense

that Geoff had many friends.

- Look, I'm sorry
this happened to you.

- Mm.

You know, I was about to
give up on the dating apps

when I saw Patrick's profile.

He was handsome and we
liked all the same things.

- Mm.

- I thought
I'd finally found a good guy.

I'd gotten lucky.

[scoffs]
And none of that was real.

- So two attackers,

Austin Wending and this guy, right?

Both dressed the same,
both partial to--

- To homemade napalm.

They think they're soldiers
in a war.

- There's more.

Internal data from
SCORCH's corporate office.

- A list of the women

that downvoted our shooter
on the app.

- [sighs]

[suspenseful music]

- Yeah, contact both of them.

- Hey, we think we figured out
what's driving today's attacks.

- Yeah.

Austin Wending
and Geoff Slocumb

both struggled with rejection
on the SCORCH app

and bonded over it
on the BLKPILL message board,

expressing a desire to, quote,

"Flip the power
on these women."

- And what power do these women
have over them?

- Their ability to cast a vote
on SCORCH.

Austin and Geoff are
targeting women

who have torpedoed their
ratings on the app,

rendering them undateable.

- I thought the ratings
were anonymous.

So how would they know
who downvoted them?

- Unclear,
but they definitely knew.

This list is from
Geoff Slocumb's bag.

We're presuming Austin
has a list of the women

who downvoted him too.

- Okay, so we need
to figure out

how they got their hands
on this data.

- Well, I tried reaching out
to our contact at the app,

but she's not getting back
to me.

- Well, we don't have time
to wait for them

to stop dragging their heels.

- SCORCH CEO Aimee Fenway
is speaking on a couple panels

at Paul Revere
and Hudson today.

What if we appealed to her
directly?

- Yeah, let's get agents
over there to talk to her.

If Austin is in the wind,

those women are still
in danger.

- You don't understand.

I was assaulted by someone
I met in a dating app.

That's why I created SCORCH.

It wasn't about the tech.

It was about making
online dating safer for women.

And now it's being used
as a tool to kill them?

This is a nightmare.

- We are gonna
put a stop to it,

but in order to do that,
Ms. Fenway,

we need to know how Austin and
his accomplice got this list.

- The hell?
That's impossible.

- Not if the attackers
hacked your system.

- No way.

This isn't just
AES-128 bit encrypted,

it's internal profile data.

You can only view it
with a dev team login.

- Then that means

the person endangering
these women works for you.

- [sighs]

♪

- Damn it.

Yes. Cody Suarez.

He's a freelance engineer.

He does some backend work
for us.

Downloaded the profiles
last month...

doxxed the women we
were meant to protect.

- Okay, Cody Suarez,
he doesn't just work at SCORCH.

He's also a moderator
on BLKPILL.

He's been speaking
with both of our attackers,

and he is the key
to ending all of this.

- We need to take Cody alive
so he can lead us to Austin.

Understood?

Let's go.

[tense music]

♪

- Red team, west side clear.
Moving to floor two.

- Blue team clearing
floor three.

♪

[nail gun cracking]

- I'll cover you.

[gunshots]

♪

- [whispers] Cover fire.

[gunshot]

FBI! Don't move!

- Get up.

Get up.

- FBI? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

- He apologized.

- Yeah, he gave himself up
right away.

- He would have copped to
killing Hoffa if we asked.

- Well, we're dealing
with a different profile

than our two killers.

Targeting women,
burning them alive,

that displays
a complete lack of remorse.

But this guy?
- He's got a conscience.

- We can make it work for us.

- My place has been broken into
twice this year.

I heard the door bust open
and hid.

You gotta believe me.

If I'd known you were Feds,
I wouldn't have attacked.

- You can drop
the good guy act, Cody.

You're already looking
at multiple violations

of the Computer Fraud
and Abuse Act.

- Well, then there's
the felony murder.

- I--[scoffs]

First I'm a hacker,
now I'm a murderer?

- Well, you abused your access
at work to dox female users.

You downloaded their data

and then got it over
to your buddies at BLKPILL.

That's called conspiracy.

- Are you talking
about Austin and Geoff?

- Mm-hmm.
- It was a joke!

I let them know who
downvoted them

so they could
prank the girls back,

bother them at work, or send
deepfakes to their friends.

What's the big deal?

- The big deal is,
they were burned alive

because of you.

- What?

- Cody, you're looking
at life in prison.

Now, your friend Geoff,
he's dead,

but Austin is still out there,
so if you wanna help yourself,

you're gonna tell us
where he is.

I know you know these women.

This is Aisha Malik
and that's Brenda Clark.

The only thing
these women did wrong

was go on a date with Austin.

- I just thought...

they were gonna get
a taste of their own medicine.

But you're saying
they're really dead?

Austin really killed them?

- Yes.

[tense music]

♪

- Good.

- Good?

- You wouldn't understand.

- Try me.

- I barely survived
high school.

I wanted to kill myself
most days.

My parents told me
kids could be cruel.

I just had to get through it
and one day,

girls would see me
for who I really am.

But they lied.

They never changed.

- So these girls
deserved to die

because you couldn't
get a date?

- Of course
you'd stick up for 'em.

If we weren't in this room,
you wouldn't look at me twice.

Guys like me
and Austin and Geoff,

we're either not cool enough
or tall enough or rich enough.

But the second Austin and Geoff

showed those girls
a good-looking face,

they jumped all over it.

You can keep your deal.

These stuck-up chicks
think voting us down

gives them power?

Austin's gonna show
the world we're in control now.

- Whew.

- This won't be over until
every one of those bitches

on his list is dead.

♪

- Leave him on ice for a beat.

Let him realize
exactly where he is.

- Well, then what?

- Then have agents
take another run.

- Well, ordinarily,
that would make sense to me.

But today, Ian was able
to recover some more data

from Austin Wending's laptop.

It is a tough watch.

- [screaming]

- That's Aisha's attack.
- Mm.

- My God,
he filmed the whole thing?

- He didn't just film it.

He went home and cut together
a highlight reel.

Did the same for the murder
at the Filmore.

We think he was gonna share it
with his online buddies.

Just never got the chance.

So these--these BLKPILL guys...

I'm not sure I know what
we're dealing with here.

♪

- Well, I wish I could say
this was shocking.

- You've seen it before?

- BAU's been tracking
the threat of incel groups

for years, and not just here.

There have been attacks
in Canada, England, Australia.

- Okay, did you pick up
any insights on how--

how we can flip this guy, Cody?

We need him to tell us
where his buddy Austin is

before he can kill anyone else
on this list.

- Incel identity isn't
just about romantic rejection.

Right?

Depression, anxiety,
and loneliness are all factors.

These men are desperately
seeking what it is to be a man,

and they're finding
the answer--

- In an echo chamber
of online insecurity.

- To them, it's home.

So I'm afraid the more you push
this man to betray his friend--

- The more he's gonna dig his
heels in.

- Yeah.
- All right, so let's say

that our agents can't crack
the guy we're questioning.

Tell us about
the killer we're chasing.

- Austin's BLKPILL posts

glorified other incels
who chose violence,

so it's not surprising
he went down that path.

What is surprising
is his method.

Homemade napalm,
filming his attacks.

There's a grandiosity there
bordering on narcissism.

- He doesn't just wanna
make a statement.

- He's looking for infamy.
- Yeah.

The only thing missing
is a public manifesto.

[elevator bell rings]

In any event,

you can expect his attacks
to escalate in audacity.

- Okay, but how do we--
how do we stop this guy?

- [sighs]

Figure out who he hates
and take her away from him.

But be advised,
this is about control.

Challenge Austin Wending's
right to be in control,

and it'll destabilize him.

At which point--

- He might be capable
of anything.

- Good luck.

[suspenseful music]

- Hey, Jubal?
Cody's a dead end.

He doesn't care
how many women suffer.

- Yeah? Even if it means he has
to spend the rest of his life

in prison on
a felony murder charge?

- Yeah.

- But SCORCH sent us a list

of the women
that downvoted Austin.

NYPD is assigning units
to their homes

so he won't be able
to get to any of them.

- Yeah, that's good.

But let's not pat
ourselves on the back

until Austin Wending's
in a holding cell.

- Might be able
to help with that.

Warrant for Cody's phone
came through.

Okay, he got calls
from two burners this morning,

one from our dead attacker.

- Well, maybe the
other one's Austin.

Can we draw him out?
- Yeah.

Can you contact Austin's burner

but spoof it so it looks like
it's coming from Cody?

- Absolutely.

Catfishing the catfisher now.
- [chuckles]

- "Hey. Neighbors say Feds
raided my crib."

- My crib, huh?

"That makes two of us.

But I have a way to take this
to the next level."

- Next level?

That means any woman
could be the next target.

- All right, we need
to try and set a meet.

- Okay.

"I want to be part
of the endgame.

Let's meet."

- "LOL, GG, Feds."
Damn it.

- What happened?

- GG means good game.

- Game's not over.

I might be able to ping him
from that exchange.

Okay, this isn't pinpoint,

but Austin is near
Fourth Avenue

by Hudson University.

- Okay, does anyone on the
kill list live near there?

- No, no.

He's going after the person

who empowered the women in
the first place, Aimee Fenway.

Her tech conference
is at Hudson.

- Get her somewhere safe now!

Go!

[tense music]

♪

- Okay, campus security
has been alerted,

but the panel has
already started.

- Well, as long as Aimee's
here, nobody is safe,

so let's move her.
- All right.

Why don't I hang back,
keep an eye out for Austin?

- Sounds good.

- All right, team,
SWAT's en route.

NYPD is setting up
a safety perimeter.

♪

- Guys, I got a vehicle
approaching at speed.

Could be Austin.

Okay, he's not stopping.
[engine revving]

I'm engaging. Everybody, move!

Get out of the way!
[people screaming]

Look out! Out!

- Scola, what's going on?

- FBI! Out of the car
with your hands up!

Maggie, car was empty.

It was a diversion.

Austin's already here.

- We've got eyes on him.

[tense music]

- He chained the door shut.

- All right, people.

So Austin Wending
has locked himself

inside the auditorium at Hudson
where Aimee Fenway is speaking.

Shots have been fired.

We need eyes inside
that rotunda right now.

- The panel is
being livestreamed

on the Hudson website.
Bringing it up.

- Okay.
[people screaming]

[gunshot]
- Nobody move!

- Where's SWAT?
- En route.

- No, that's not good enough.
We don't have time.

I want our team in there now.

- There's a tunnel
that we can access

at the back of the building.

- Tell them the truth.

- Tell Hudson to cut
their stream to the public.

- On it.

- Tell the world what
you've done.

- OA.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
- I don't believe you.

I don't believe you!

- He's spiraling.
- Yeah.

♪

- [gasps]

- He's gonna burn her.

[liquid splashing]

- [gasping]

- You started this war.

This is the day
that we fight back.

- We're inside. He has Aimee.

- You all started this war!

[scattered gasping and sobbing]

It's your fault!

Get back!

- Austin, it's over.

We have
the building surrounded.

No one else needs to die today.

- Yeah? That's what you think.

- You're trying
to make a point,

this is not how you do that.

- This is the only way.

- Does she have a shot?

- No, not--
not from that angle.

- Put it down.

- Not another step!

Maybe now you people
will understand.

- No.

- Put it down!

- Not another step!

- Aimee, you're gonna be okay.

- Shut up.

- I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you.

- Shut up.

- I know he feels like he is,
but he's not in charge here.

- Shut up!

[gunshot]
- [gasps]

[gasping and screaming]

- [gasping, panting]

[yelling]

- Suspect down.

- [screaming]

[fire extinguisher whooshing]

♪

- You reap what you sow.

You know, everything
is so impersonal these days.

It's like we're not
real people anymore.

We're just a bunch
of online profiles.

And now there's two innocent
women who've been murdered

because of a virtual
thumbs-down.

I mean, It makes me sick.
- [sighs]

Those guys were lonely.

And isolated.

I can see how they got lost.

- What do--
what do you mean by that?

- Well, they were looking
for someone to blame

for their loneliness.

They find this incel community

where they blame things that
are out of their control

instead of looking inward.

They don't realize it, but...

they're choosing to be alone.

- Hmm.

- So I asked the caller
to describe himself, right?

- Mm-hmm.
- For the EMT.

And the guy yells back, "Yo,

"I'm gonna be the guy
standing at the corner

"with a python
swallowing his arm.

What more do you need?"

- You know what?
He deserved it.

He should have
bought a goldfish.

- Oh, no, I hope not.

Without guys like him,
I'd be out of a job.

- [chuckles]

I've been thinking.

- I already know what
you're gonna say.

And I agree.

I shouldn't have
dumped my baggage on you.

- That's not what
I was gonna say.

I haven't dated very much
since my husband.

And I don't wanna sound
like my parents,

but dating really isn't what
it used to be.

And I think that when you find
somebody you connect with,

you gotta make it work.

[soft music]

Now, I don't have
any advice for you

in terms of how
you wrap your head around

what I do for a living.

But how do you feel about
figuring it out together?

- [sighs]

Yeah, I'd like that.

All right.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]