All language subtitles for Tracker.

-Previously on Tracker...
-I was supposed

to pick up my daughter Hailey.

Now I can't get

-ahold of her or my ex.
-COLTER: Lisa.

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

What is it? Lisa!

-(car horn honks)
-(tires screech)

You have to save my daughter.

RANDY:
Encryption, rerouted servers,

ghost loops,

nothing I've ever seen before.

But I did find
the last phone call

that she answered
on her personal phone.

Guy named Raymond Ockman.

RUSSELL:
So, this is the guy
that took Hailey?

RAYMOND:
I had no choice.

They're gonna kill my sister.

Yeah, I just heard
from my friend

at the Denver
Sheriff's Department.

Harriet Ockman's body
was found an hour ago.

RANDY:
Yeah, what does
that mean, Colter?

Nothing good.

(sighs) Come on, Colt. Look,

Hailey's good. The job is done.

-HAILEY: Is Mom okay?
-She's at the hospital.

-Hey.
-("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

"You have
interrupted the Process."

"And there will be
consequences."

(crying)

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

Good night, Nicky.

Good night, Hoppy.

Sleep tight.

(vehicle approaching)

(engine shuts off)

(door opens)

(door closes)

This can't be happening again.

We have Nicky back.

We did everything
we were supposed to.

HARITH:
They sent a text.

It said,
"Welcome back to the Process.

Your successor has failed."

What did you have to do?

I had to handle Ockman's sister.

(sighs)

We can't do this anymore.
We have to call the police.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, hey.

I killed someone.
Do you understand?

And you know what happens
to people who try to go

-to the police.
-We'll run away.

They will find us
and they will kill Nicky.

Do you want to risk that?

-No.
-Then we have no choice.

The only way out is through.

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

All right, Reenie.
Keep me posted.

Reenie's at the jail right now,
she's talking to Ockman,

seeing if she can get any more
information on the Process.

That guy was terrified
when we found him.

So was Lisa.

Random instructions via text
was threatening

enough for them to be willing
to risk their own lives.

What about the, uh,
the messages that we got?

What'd the police say
about that?

Yeah, they say that Ockman

is a high school
computer science teacher

capable of setting up
the whole thing.

I don't know,
something doesn't seem right.

-Yeah.
-(door opens)

Randy.

Ha, what's up, man?

You must be Russell.
The legend is real.

Must be Randy.
Legend is also real.

Oh, well, thank you.

Mm, get us some T-shirts.

(Russell and Randy laugh)

WAITRESS:
Can I start you off
with something?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, um, can I please get
exactly what he ordered?

Plus an extra side of bacon.

And biscuits and gravy.
And a cinnamon roll.

You think
you ordered enough food?

What? Stress eating, man.

-All this work
I'm doing for you.
-What you got?

Finally traced the sender
of those messages you got.

The number was spoofed
using call hopping,

meaning that it bounced
from the original source

to dozens of locations
before it even got to you two.

Took a lot of grinding
to go backwards,

but once I got to number 105,

guess who it belongs to.

Raymond Ockman.

At his home address.

-So he sent the messages?
-No.

I think it's a mislead,

just in case someone like me
did a deep dive.

They want us to think
that Ockman's the source.

Because here's the thing--
the encryption from the sender

to Lisa's burner phone
is like ultrasophisticated.

So, either

Ockman is a computer genius,

and I'm not saying
a high school teacher can't be,

or we got something completely
different on our hands.

So the Process is real.

COLTER:
We got to find out

who's behind this game,
put an end to it.

* *

You want to be my lawyer?

Yes.

Raymond, do you understand

what you're being
charged with here?

The kidnapping of Hailey Rodgers
and the murder

of Kurt Foster,
as well as your own sister?

But I would never kill
my own sister.

I was trying to save her.

And I could have if those
two guys hadn't interfered.

Okay.

Okay, I believe you.

So, who would
do this to you, huh?

(sighs) It's the Process.

I already explained it
to the detectives.

I had to follow instructions.

I'm a victim here.

And why would
the Process target you?

I don't know, but they seemed
to know everything about me.

All right, let's do this.

Raymond, I need you
to tell me everything you know

about this Process, okay?

From the very beginning.
No detail is too small.

So, when was the first time
they contacted you?

(sighs) Um, I was, uh,

coming home from
a school swim meet.

I think that was
probably the first time.

Yeah, swim meet. Go ahead.

Do you know him?

Who, the guard?

-No.
-Yes, you do,

you just signaled him.
I saw you.

Raymond, I was
just being polite.

Oh, my God, you're
one of them, aren't you?

-One of who?
-The people running the Process.

I should have known.

Coming here,
offering to be my attorney.

-They wouldn't let me go.
-Raymond...

It's never that simple.

-Guard.
-Raymond.

I'm done here.
You can take me back.

Raymond, wait, no.
I can help you. Raymond.

COLTER: This is a little strange
here. Look at this.

It's the only phone ping without
an address, just coordinates.

-RANDY: Mm-hmm.
-COLTER: Odd, right?

RANDY: I noticed that, too,
so I already looked it up.

There's nothing there.

I mean,
just an empty patch of land.

Might be worth checking out.
Where is it?

Two hours west,

-in Eagle County.
-Hmm.

-(phone vibrates)
-Reenie, what do you got?

Well, Ockman got spooked.

Everything was going fine
until he thought

that I was part of the Process
and he freaked out.

Well, they killed his sister.

Maybe he thought
they'd do the same to him.

Yeah. I mean, he did say that
they would never let him go.

She figure out how the Process
got our phone numbers?

No, unfortunately.

-(phone vibrates)
-COLTER: Hold on a second.

Just got a text from Cal.

Lisa's awake at the hospital.
Hailey's with her.

-Okay, that's great news.
-Yeah. I'm gonna head over there

now, see if I can figure out how
she got tangled up in all this.

All right, bye.

I'm gonna go check out
these coordinates,

see what we see.

I'm gonna stay right here,

sit here, and, uh,
let my food digest.

(chuckles)
Sounds like a plan.

Hey, uh, you think Reenie'd
be down to drive me out there?

Do I think Reenie
wants to be your chauffeur?

-Probably not.
-No?

-I'll ask her anyway.
-Okay.

Good plan.

LISA:
I love you, Hailey.

I love you, too, Mom.

I'll see you later.

I don't know how
to thank you for finding her.

(sighs) Maybe you could tell me

how you got
caught up in all this.

Lisa, I know this isn't easy.

I'm just trying to get
some information so I can...

figure out
what the hell's going on.

This... nightmare started

when I got that call.

(phone rings, vibrates)

Hello?

RAYMOND:
I have your daughter Hailey.

What?

I'm only doing this because

they have my sister.
You'll be getting

a text message soon with the
instructions you have to follow

-if you want to save Hailey.
-Who is this?

I'm a victim just like you.
If you follow the instructions,

they'll let my sister go.
You're part of the Process now.

(tires screech)

Hailey!

Hailey? Hailey?

Hailey, where are you?

Hailey?

(gasping)

Oh, God.

I found Kurt dead.

-Oh, God.
-At first I thought it was

someone shady from his world
who did this.

Hailey!

But now I know.

Hailey!

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification playing)

I realized he was just

trying to stop that man

from taking Hailey.

Oh, my-- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

I needed money fast.

They warned me
about being tracked.

I couldn't use
my ATM or bank cards.

I knew Kurt
had cash in his safe.

The biometric safe.

That's why you cut off his hand.

I am a surgeon.

I was desperate.

So I went

to his apartment
and I took the cash and gun

from his safe,

bought a burner phone and
texted the number I was told to.

That's when the instructions
really started.

I had to steal a car,

go to a money transfer place,
and wire $10,000 to an account

and pick up an envelope
with a key to an office.

I was supposed to find

suite 109, pick up a briefcase

and deliver it to a location.

COLTER:
Lisa. Lisa.

Then you showed up,

and I never made it inside.

You have any idea why

you might've been targeted?

They knew stuff about me.

Things I had done.

That I'm not proud of.

After Cal divorced me,
I was in a bad place.

Then I met Kurt,

and I wanted things to work out,

so maybe I had blinders on.

I knew he was running a scam,

and I helped him
get my coworkers

and family to invest
money with him.

They knew you wouldn't go
to the police

'cause you didn't want
to get caught for what you did.

I wanted to save Hailey.

It felt like it was my fault
that she was taken

because I was being punished.

I already felt so guilty.

I couldn't disobey
the instructions

and let her die because of me.

You must think
I'm a terrible mother.

I don't think that.

I don't judge.

I'm scared this isn't over yet

for me.

Have they contacted you again?

No, but I think they must have
people everywhere.

Watching and waiting.

Are we good?

This is for you.

I thought I was done.

No, we're never done.

I thought I was finished
seven years ago. I was wrong.

How many people
are involved in this?

I don't know.
Don't ask any questions.

Just know you can
always be called on

to handle interruptions
and loose ends.

Just do what they ask you to do.

-You know what happens
if you don't.
-(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

(Reenie sighs)

Well, this is nice, right?

You, me, just the open road.

See, aren't you glad
I convinced you to come along?

I... I'm not sure how

you can be so relaxed,
given the circumstances.

I don't know, I'm just kind
of one of those guys, you know?

Good at compartmentalization.

You know, my, uh, my worried
part of my brain does not mix

with the part
that has a good time.

Yeah. Maybe I don't have
that set of skills.

Yeah, but you got skills.

Hmm?

Okay.

I mean, y-you know, you...

um...

Like you're resilient, right?

Colter kind of
told me a little bit

about what happened to you.

-Did he?
-Yeah.

And what about you?

You said you're between gigs?

Oh, uh...

Yeah. Yes, I am.

-So? You got a plan?
-Hmm?

I don't know.

Usually just kind of hits me.

You know? Like maybe I'll get
some land down in Arizona,

start up a tactical gun range.

I like the dry heat.

What about you?

What about me?
I definitely have a plan.

Does it involve
that lawyer friend of yours?

If you must know...

Elliott and I
ended things last week.

-Oh...
-(sarcastically) Oh.

...no.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

It was sort of mutual, I guess.

Just processing
everything we went through.

You know?

Listen, if you ever
want to talk about,

like, for real, right?
I'm here.

I appreciate that.

Mm-hmm.

Feels... you know, pretty scary.

There was this moment
where I thought that it was

the end, you know?

I mean, he could have died.

Yeah, but he didn't.

He didn't,

and you made it through
to the other side,

and that's what matters.

Yeah.

Hmm. Well...

...you want to talk about it,

I'm always

ready to yak.

'Cause I know my brother--
he's like talking to drywall.

-(Reenie laughs)
-But I got you.

Okay.

Hey, let's hit the next,
uh, gas station we see.

I need to hit the men's room.

What?

We just got on the road.

Well, I don't know
what to tell you.

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Okay.

* *

(phone vibrating)

-Randy, what's up?
-Yo, you at the location

Lisa was supposed to be at?
The suite 109?

-Walking there now.
-Yeah, well,

I hacked into the building's
tenant list,

found out who's renting it.

It's a guy by the name
of Jed Hoo.

He prepaid for six months out,

but this guy's
phone number's disconnected

and his home address
does not exist.

I don't think the guy is real.

Colt, you there?

At the door now.

See anything?

I don't think
anyone's using this space.

What about the briefcase?
You find that?

Not yet.

Got it.

It's locked.

(clicks)

Photos.

Of what?

Ockman and a high school boy.

Like one of his students?

Yeah, it could be.

It's definitely
an inappropriate relationship.

Not the kind of photos Ockman
would want out in the open.

So this is what they're doing.

They had leverage against Lisa,

this is the leverage
they have against Ockman.

Hey, Randy?
Did you get the picture

of that briefcase I sent you?

Yeah, man,
but don't expect no miracles.

I found the manufacturer,

but the serial number's
pretty much obliterated.

All right.

Do me another favor, will you?

Check the tenant list,

see who else
is on the first floor.

Checking.

Yeah, it's mostly empty.

There's a dried
fruit exporter and

-a dancewear company.
-All right. Thanks, Randy.

REENIE:
Okay.

Thanks for letting me know.

-(sighs)
-What? What is it?

Raymond Ockman is dead.

He was found hanging
in his jail cell.

He killed himself?

That's what they're saying,

but when I met with him,
he was scared,

okay? Not suicidal.

(scoffs) Okay, well,
if the Process got to him there,

-then it has serious reach.
-I mean, he was

paranoid that one of the guards
was part of the Process.

Maybe he was right.

(sighs)

I'm gonna have the cops
send someone over

to check on Lisa and Hailey.

Yeah.

You good?

I thought I saw someone
following us earlier.

-Wait, are you for real?
-Now I don't see anybody,

so either they gave up
or it was nothing.

But just to be safe,

I think I should drive.

Nothing against your skills--
you're great--

but, uh... it would just
make me feel better, okay?

(sighs)
Yeah, all right, fine.

Um, just, I've had this car
like three months, okay?

So don't do anything "Russelly."

-Yes, ma'am.
-Thank you.

I ever tell you about
that one time I spent a year

pretending to be a bartender
at an Irish pub in Moscow

-just to get some intel?
-You did not.

Oh, yeah. It was, uh...

Well, that story's
gonna have to wait.

We got our tail back.

What, the blue sedan?

RUSSELL:
Yeah.

Listen, I'm trained
for this, okay?

I told you not to do
anything "Russelly."

-Hang on.
-(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(panting)

What-what-what-what
are you doing?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
(squeals)

(tires screeching)

You good?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Don't move or I will shoot!

(phone vibrates, chimes)

(groaning)

Hey.

Rise and shine.

I-- Where am I?

I wouldn't worry about that.

Are you gonna kill me?

That depends on the answers
you give me.

I can't help you.

(sighs)

I think you can.

What does the Process want
with me and my brother?

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

You think I won't use this?

You're gonna tell me the truth.

-You understand me?
-(door closes)

I got Randy running this guy's
license. What is this place?

It's a safe house.
I got resources.

-Ah.
-How's Reenie doing?

She's okay, she's trying to get

more information
about Ockman's death.

Also got police running
a full detail

on Lisa and Hailey.

If the Process finds out
that Lisa's talking,

-they could be in danger.
-Good thinking.

Guy's in bad shape.

-Did you do any of that to him?
-No.

No, it's from the car accident.

Mm. Get anything out of him?

Not yet.
I'm just getting started.

(sighs)

Uh-oh.

Well, now you're in trouble

'cause the enforcer's here.

'Cause I'm the nice one, so...

We know you work
for the Process.

I don't.

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

You have to give me that.

"Have you handled

Russell Shaw?"
What if we say no?

You can't,

or they're gonna
take my son again.

(groans) I don't work

for the Process,
but they make me do things

and... I can't get out.

-They targeted you.
-Yes.

They took Nicky, my son.

But we got him back,
and I thought

we were done.
We tapped the next person,

but... he f... he failed.

The next person,
was that Raymond Ockman?

So, what, then the Process
comes back to you?

Yes.

You can be called upon
at any time

to handle interruptions.

Anything that stops the Process
from moving forward.

Like me and my brother.

All right, tell us
who's running this damn thing.

I have no idea.

I was told by the person
before me that the Process

has been going on a long time,
at least ten years.

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

RUSSELL:
What do you want to do?

(sighs)

I think we're gonna
have to kill you.

This is from the hallway
outside Ockman's cell.

He used the bedsheet
as a noose to hang himself.

Wait, hold on. Look.

Ockman only leaves frame

for a few seconds.

That's not enough time
for what happened.

There was a guard posted

in the visitation room
when I was here before.

Okay? Ockman was
very afraid of him.

Please, I'd like to talk to him.

He worked the morning shift.
He was a part-time temp

filling in for
a staffing shortage.

I need a name and address.

We don't give out confidential
employee information.

You will if you don't want to be

slapped with a civil suit
for wrongful death.

Up to you.

-All right, I got it.
-(phone whooshes)

That'll buy us a couple hours.

(exhales sharply, clears throat)

So, uh,

who's supposed
to "handle" my brother here?

I don't know.

It could be anybody
who's ever been

involved in the Process.

You can't trust anybody.

Yeah, well, we're gonna stop it.

You can't.
They will figure it out,

and then my son's in danger.

Please.

It's his birthday today.

(crying)

Call him.

Call your son.

It's his birthday.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

Hey, buddy, it's Daddy.

* Happy birthday. *
(laughs)

Yeah, I-I know. I know
I promised I'd be there, but...

Hey, I'll be back soon, okay?

Why don't you, uh,
save me a piece of cake?

Okay. Daddy loves you.

Thank you.

They know, uh...

they know
I'd do anything for Nicky.

What does the Process
have on you?

That's how
this whole thing works, right?

-Leverage?
-Yeah.

I stole money
from my former employer.

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

Here we go.

What's it say?

It says,
"The Process may resume.

You have three hours to arrive."

What's that mean?
What does that mean?

There's a new target.

I'm the last link.
Ockman failed,

so the Process returned to me,

and now I have
to contact the next target.

And if I don't show up,

they'll kill my son.

* *

Yeah, Ockman
didn't kill himself.

I just came from the jail.

You see the surveillance video?

Yeah, I'm pretty sure
it was doctored.

But we've got a problem.
We have a jail warden

who is not motivated
to investigate.

Basically shut me down
because I'm not

technically Ockman's attorney

and I don't have
any jurisdiction there, so...

Uh, hold on,

-Randy wants to talk to you.
-Yo, Colt,

I analyzed the briefcase photos
that you sent.

-You track the serial number?
-Yeah, I got what you want.

And I got some shipment
information on this model.

-Good job.
-No, Colter,

you're supposed
to say "great job," okay?

'Cause it turns out
that they didn't sell a ton

of these models,
but a bunch were sold

to a Dr. Susanna Tate

at Southeast Colorado University

back in '02.

You get contact information
on her?

Yeah, she's retired now

and she lives outside of Denver,

but I just sent you the address.

And, uh, oh, yeah,
you're welcome.

Thank you.

Hey, Colter.

Tell Russell that
I am still mad at him

and I would like
my car back, please.

Right, uh, about that.

He's gonna need your car
for a little bit longer.

-Wait, why?
-Why?

Think it's best you don't know.

Yes, this...

this looks like one of mine.

I used to give them as welcome
gifts to my grad students.

It used to make them
feel important

to carry their papers
in a briefcase.

Like their work was valuable.

Exactly. Felt top secret.

So much of our thinking
can be modified

by little things.

Yeah, you did a lot of research

on behavioral modification
under duress, right?

-Yes.
-Yeah.

Pretty far out there stuff.

It was, but I-I'm retired now.

What was it you were hoping
I could help you with?

What can you tell me
about the Process?

How do you know about that?

It's happening right now.

-That's impossible.
-Three people have already died.

So please...
tell me what you know.

It was an experiment
in a class I was teaching

about leverage and obedience.

Volunteers were either
subject of blackmail

or the blackmailers themselves

who made their victims
follow strict rules.

It was short-lived.

So you ended the experiment?
Why is that?

One of the subjects ended up
seriously hurting her roommate.

It became too dangerous,

and not just for the subjects.

Several of the grad students
that were on the project--

they-they just...
they started to exhibit

out-of-bounds behavior.

What kind of behavior?

Power intoxication,

increased capacity
for-for cruelty.

So I-I did the responsible thing
and I ended it.

I buried the research

and I-I moved on
to new areas of study.

Do you think it's possible that
one of your old grad students

continued your research
out in the real world?

I hope not.

I-I did have
three students in particular

who-who strongly objected
to my shutting down the project.

And what were their names?

I've always remembered them
because they were so insistent.

Don Schneider, Gillian Meeks
and Phillip Jost.

Schneider in particular
worried me.

My study exposed

something in him,
a kind of enforcing sadism.

He took pleasure
in the rules of the Process

and he, and he felt like the
subjects deserved punishment.

The-the experiment ended.

He-he continued
to reach out to me.

I-I blocked him,

I told him
to move on with his life.

But I... I think
I created a monster.

You were afraid of this guy.

Yes.

Do you have any idea where
this guy might be now?

I-I don't. I don't know.
I lost touch with all of them.

I-I heard Gillian Meeks
is in London,

but the other two-- they...

they could still be in the area.

(sighs) It's strange.

They didn't come after me.

They created a system

where, if someone stepped
out of line,

they would either
blackmail them or kill them.

You had no way of knowing
this was going on.

But I feel responsible.

They took your idea
and they twisted it.

-How long has this
been going on?
-A long time.

-Too long.
-(sets book down)

The important thing is,
we put an end to it

before anybody else gets hurt.

All right, well, we're here.

Now what?

We wait.

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

Oh.

-(types)
-(phone whooshes)

("Old Time Rock & Roll"
notification plays)

HARITH:
Hey, um...

I don't think
I can do this again.

We have to.

(door closes)

There we go.

-HARITH: Oh, God.
-(car door opens)

(breathes heavily)

(car door closes)

RUSSELL:
Don't scream, don't scream.

I'm actually here
to save your life,

but you need to follow
my instructions

very carefully, you understand?

-Yes.
-Okay, let's go.

(phone vibrates)

Russell, you all right?

Hey, yeah. So far, so good.

Process doesn't know
we're playing 'em.

-They gave Harith new targets?
-Yeah.

Yeah, it's a young couple.
Newlyweds.

We pretended to kidnap the wife,
and the husband

gets his first text message

from the Process
on a burner phone.

Let me guess, "Tell no one,

deposit some funds
into an account..."

Yeah. Yeah. We're trying
to slow-play it here,

so he's gonna make a transfer
in a little bit,

buy us some time.

I think I might have found out
who's behind this.

Some former psychology
grad students

who've gone off the grid.

Get the sender's number,
get it to Randy.

Oh, already did that.

Yeah, that's why...
why I was calling.

So, he backtracked
the spoofed number.

One of the pings came from
the coordinates in Eagle County

where Reenie and I
were to go visit.

That can't be random.

Right?

Yeah. Yeah, I agree.

All right, I'll meet you there.

RUSSELL:
Coordinates are about
a mile up that way.

I figure it's better
if we walk from here.

This is who we're looking for.

Got it.

So much for nothing
being out here.

Yeah.

(alarm sounding)

-Ugh, son of a bitch.
-(nearby clatter)

The hell was that?

I got it. I got it.

-Yeah.
-COLTER: Yep.

* *

(alarm continues)

(panting)

RUSSELL:
Hey! Stop!

-Stop!
-(gunshots)

I will not miss next time,
I promise.

Nice to see a dead man.

I'm not armed.

-You the one in charge?
-No.

-Who is?
-Schneider.

Give me the keys.

Come on.

(groaning)

(yells)

(grunting)

(exhales)

(typing)

Don't move. It's over.

Are you going to shoot me?

'Cause that won't stop
the Process.

I-It doesn't need me.

Can I show you something?

(types)

What would you be
willing to do to save

your mother and your sister?

Answer the question.

And which one
would you save first?

I'm not here to play your game.

Oh.

You're afraid of the choices
you would make.

Why did you do this?

I know you had your victims
wire you money,

but this isn't just
about you getting rich.

There's more to it, right?

Dr. Tate says you were
an enforcing sadist,

so this is, uh...

...this is pleasurable to you.

Dr. Tate?

That failed academic? Wha...

Aren't you curious
how it all works?

We created an algorithm

to select targets automatically.

It's self-sustaining.

There's nothing
you can do to stop it.

You're proud of this.

You want to be admired.

That's why you were
sending me those texts.

Right?
You wanted me to find you.

Come in here and see you.

Your power, your superiority.

You've been anonymous too long.

Even you can't beat
the algorithm, Colter.

It chooses flawed individuals

who would rather not
go to the police.

How well do you know
your family?

What are the chances
that someone

has a secret to hide?

(Schneider coughs)

RUSSELL:
Hey.

-You all right?
-I'm all right.

I got what I needed from him.

Was he trying to use
Dory and Mom for leverage?

He tried. Didn't work.

All right,
you ready to do some damage...

...shut down the Process?

Let's do it.

("Traveling Man" by Zach Bryan
playing)

So, Don Schneider's
been taken into custody.

He's not talking.
No surprise there.

But the FBI is doing forensic
analysis on the servers.

Well, good we didn't trash
everything.

Yeah, and...

their I.T. specialists
have confirmed

that you did stop the Process.

Lisa's very grateful to you.

How's Harith Holmes?

(sighs) He's ready to answer
for what he's done,

but he's glad his son is safe.

So this whole thing's
really over?

Hopefully.
I mean, the Feds are trying

to track down this third
grad student Gillian Meeks,

you know, just to be sure.

COLTER:
They haven't found her yet?

I'm sure it's only
a matter of time.

But anyway, I've got to run.
I've got a lunch with a client.

And I'll send you a bill
for my car repairs.

Hey, call me. Anytime.

-(phone crackles)
-I mean any...

* Tell a woman that I love her *

* Then forget her name... *

We're gonna have to talk
about Echo Ridge and Mom

at some point.

Yeah.

Well, I'm not ready
to talk to her,

-if that's what you're asking.
-Well, I just need to know

what to tell her
when she asks me.

Tell her, you know,
that I need more time.

Okay. Yeah, I mean,
take as much time as you need.

It's just, you know,
family stuff.

Kind of stuff
I like to sweep under the rug

and forget about,
but that's not your jam.

That's fine.

No, it's not.

Oh, the, uh, the phone number

that you found in Dad's journal.

You want, I can look
into that for you.

-You'd do that for me?
-Sure.

I don't have a hell of a lot
on my docket right now.

What is next for you, anyway?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Maybe I'd like
to be my own boss.

You know,
maybe something adventurous.

Help people who need help.
That kind of thing.

Any tips?

I'm all ears.

You're asking for my advice?

Yeah. Seems like you got
a good thing going here.

Yeah, it's not bad.

I mean, the Airstream's
a little weird,

-but, you know,
you're doing all right.
-(laughs)

The Airstream's cool, man.
It's not weird, it's cool.

I guess I just want
to do something...

Use my skills for good.

Like the greater good.

I don't know.

* Burning down the highway *

* And I think... *

Oh, hey, uh...

Did you ever find out
who painted your nails?

-What?
-Who painted your nails,

the, uh, the-the monkey?
Jakarta?

(laughs softly)

You know what? That's a story
better told over a beer.

-Or several beers.
-(laughs softly)

And you'd be buying.

I know a spot.

Yeah? And steak.

-They got those.
-I'm in.

Sounds like a plan.

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