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Hi, I'm Jeffrey Tanner.

Welcome to Sophe.

We all know the Internet
changed the world.

The only question is:
into what?

It can be a platform
to bring us together

or to tear us apart.

I know, because I spent my life

trying to turn it
into something

that would connect us all.
Then...

I love you, Dad.
...my daughter was murdered.

Nothing else mattered anymore.

Everyone was sure
they knew who did it--

the police, my ex-wife--

but I was convinced the
wrong man had been convicted

and the real killer
was still out there.

So together with my team,
I built Sophe,

a crowdsource
crime solving platform

powered by the smartest,
most diverse,

independent collection of
detectives on the planet:

you.

Let's get to work.

(panting)

YOUNG MAN:
I'm almost to the top.

I'm on top of the parking lot
right now.

It's close, I can see it.

(exhales)

(exhales)

I'm sorry, Mom.

(mutters indistinctly)

(distant thump)
(car alarm wails)

(car alarm continuing)
(quietly): Oh...

Man. That is rough.

How old was he?

15. His name's
Evan Zymuski.

So, I mean, on the one hand,

it's a cut-and-dried
suicide, right?

But?

But I don't know, it's just...

something strange about it.

Did he leave
a message

or a note anywhere?
That's what's weird.

No message, no note.

Look...

he erased all social media,

but he leaves his phone behind
on the roof.

The only thing on them
were these videos.

There are more videos?
Yeah.

Ten of 'em,
including the jump.

They're all just selfies
and stupid stunts.

It's everything from
cutting himself

to climbing a
construction crane.
So maybe

he was an adrenaline junkie
that just took it too far.

No, his parents say that
he's the quiet loner type.

He never liked to take risks.
And there's something

that he says at the end here,
I just...

can't quite get it.

(mutters indistinctly)

Yeah, I can't hear him either.

Well, I know who can.

Jeffrey.

Can I have a moment?

Yeah. What
you got?

So ever since

we posted all of Mia's
personal stuff online,

there's this sub-group of users

who've been obsessed
with her last video.

Do I want to hear this?

No, no, relax, they're not...
they're not fixated on Mia.

They're fixated on something
in the background.

This.

What is that?

Is that a sweater?
SARA: Mm-hmm.

Not a single photo has ever
been posted of her wearing it.

Or of her with anyone
wearing it, either.

I've seen this video
a million times

and I've never noticed that.

My eyes were always
on Mia.

The group who posted it,

it's a bunch of young mothers
who call themselves

the "Mama Mias."

Well...
They think it's important.

What do
you think?

I think we should let

Sophe decide.
Agreed.

Move it to the front page.
Let's see what we get.

Ah.
(clears throat)

Incoming.
Mm.

Admit it, you're starting
to like it around here.

Like a root canal.

What can we, uh,
do for you, Detective?

Sophe's good at deciphering
garbled audio, right?

Something crowds are
useful for.

Look at him.

What? I read Crowdsourcing
For Dummies, okay? Sue me.

As it happens,
the Dummies guide is not wrong.

Yes, that is something the crowd
is very good at.

What have you,
uh, got there?

(sighs)

The last words
of a 15-year-old kid

before he killed himself.

Let's listen to it.

EVAN (voice distorted):
I'm sorry, Mom...

(indistinct muttering)

See, there's a lot
of car noise and wind.

It makes it hard to hear.

To me it sounds like
"Cat had ticks..."

(all quickly groan)

What?
I really wish you hadn't
said that.

Why, what does that mean?
Nothing.

But you've just created
a confirmation bias.

What?
In essence, you've
infected our ears.

What the hell's that mean?
It means that that's now

all we can hear.

(indistinct muttering repeats)

Damn that cat.
It's not a problem.

When I put the phrase
out on Sophe,

we'll compartmentalize
the users

to make sure there's
no cross-talk.

Perfect. That way,
each user will hear

the phrase fresh,
with no bias.

Now we wait.
(phone rings)

Cavanaugh.

SARA: Jeffrey...
Sophe deciphered Evan
Zymuski's last words

The reason we couldn't
understand is because

it's in Russian.

"Desyats zolotix shagov."

It means "The Ten
Golden Steps."

Ten golden steps?
SARA:
Mm-hmm.

We couldn't find any reference
to the exact phrase online,

so we broadened
the search, and...

We found the
"Ten Steps to Nirvana."

It's tied to a string
of suicides

last year in Argentina--
12 kids died.

JOSH: Here's another from Russia
four years ago.

"Ten Steps to Immortality."

11 kids.

Japan had one, too--
"The Ten Steps of Solace."

14 kids.
And now we have this.

Every one of these
outbreaks

started with a single suicide,

and then it just spread.

Like a virus.

(phone ringing)

What do you got for me?
TANNER: Nothing good.

Based on our findings,

this kid's suicide
may just be the first.

I'm way ahead of you.

We got another one.

Desyats zolotix shagov.

*

Two teen suicides, ten
almost-identical selfie videos

and the same Russian phrase.

I mean, what the hell are we
dealing with here, guys?

From what we can tell,
the first of these

suicide games was in Russia
four years ago.

Did you just call this a game?

Dude, don't blame us,
blame the press.

Alexei Kerlov-- he's
a Russian online troll.

He launched the first version.

He was caught, but not before

12 Russian teenagers
had killed themselves.

Yeah, this is the third
documented copycat.

The specifics change,
the outcome doesn't.

In every version we've seen,
this is the first step--

the self-harm,

followed by the increasingly
dangerous behavior.

It's like they've
been programmed.

CAVANAUGH: Yeah, but
what I don't get is

who would fall for this?

Why play along knowing
it ends in suicide?

Maybe they didn't know that
when it started,

and then by the time
they figured it out,

they couldn't break away.

What I don't get is how
these kids are finding the game,

where they get the instructions.

I mean, there's not a single
mention of it online.

It's completely off the radar.

Well, look, they have
to connect somewhere.

To get ahead of this thing,
we need to figure that part out.

Maybe one of the victims'
families might have an idea.

The girl today, she was
a freshman at UCSF,

and her parents are
flying in.

But maybe we can go back
and talk to the Zymuskis again.

Take Tariq with you.
TARIQ: Sure.

Tariq?
No, I've got this.

Are you sure?
Yes.

Uh...

...do you want us to post
all this on Sophe, or...?

No, no, no, not yet.
Okay.

It's right here.

(clears throat)
Thank you.

Sorry, it's
kind of messy.

I haven't straightened up yet.

No, no, it's fine,
Mrs. Zymuski.

We're just trying to
get a feel for Evan, that's all.

I'm sorry for
the intrusion.

We're just still
so confused,

so anything that
brings answers...

CAVANAUGH:
Was there anyone new
in Evan's life

in the past few weeks?

Any new behavior?

I don't know.

To be honest,
Evan really didn't

share much with us,
even when we asked him.

Sometimes the three of us,
we'd be out for dinner,

and I'd watch
the other families.

They'd be talking
with their kids

and laughing

and sharing things.

We never had that, ever,

and I don't know why.

Did Evan ever mention
something called

the Ten Golden Steps?

No.
What's that?

We think someone
might have been

communicating with Evan--

that he was getting
instructions from someone.

Instructions
for what?

We don't know yet.

Are you saying
someone told Evan

to kill himself?

Mr. Zymuski, we're
just trying to

put the pieces
together.

SARA: It would
help to figure out

how someone contacted your son.

I have no idea.

I don't know if I ever really
knew anything about my son.

Is this Evan's computer?

Would it be all right
if we borrow this?

I promise you that
we will get this back to you.

Yeah.

Thank you.

WOMAN:
In my practice, I see

a lot of teens who
struggle with depression

and anxiety--
it's a difficult time.

Teens are malleable.
They're wrestling

with who they are
and who they want to be.

Yeah, I remember that.

Unfortunately,

for some of them,
it's just too much.

They may be looking
for a way out.

These are the kids
that a game like this

preys on.
Okay, because
they're susceptible.

Exactly.

You may have hundreds of kids

exposed to the game,

but only these vulnerable few
will go through with it.

Look, well, what about
the guy behind it?

What can you tell me about him?

Hmm.

Maybe a background of abuse,

mental illness,
a victim of bullying.

I wish I could give you
a profile,

but it's just not that simple.

Here's the real question:
what can Sophe do about it?

I'm worried
that if we put it out there,

I'm gonna be publicizing
the game,

glorifying suicides.

No. Highlighting suicide

isn't going to inspire people

to seek it out. That's a myth.

Talking about suicide
and the permanence of it,

raising awareness
in a positive way,

that's one of the best
preventative things you can do.

Great. Thank you so much.

Listen, it's rare that I get

to talk to a Sophe user
face-to-face,

so this has been... Thank you.

(chuckles)
Well, it's my pleasure.

But, uh, how are you holding up,

Mr. Tanner?

Obviously, I know
what you've been through

over the past year.

Have you ever considered
talking to somebody?

Well, yeah,
I did that for a while,

and, uh, right now my-my work
is my therapy, so...

(chuckles)

That's a fairly common
mechanism of avoidance.

That's me.

I can avoid
with the best of them.

Well, if you ever
need to talk,

we could make this
a weekly thing.

Oh. Yes, I will...
I will get back to you.

Thank you so much. Tariq.

Post it.

(evidence alert blaring)

That was fast.
I just told you to post it.

No, it isn't about the suicides.

It's about the sweater
in Mia's video.

What about it?

They're guessing the size

by measuring it
relative to the door.

Top vote-getter
is a men's extra large.

That's way too big
for Carlos Ochoa.

Users also combed through
the evidence logs

and crime scene photos
from the trial.

The sweater's not
in any of them.

So it was in her apartment
the day before she was killed...

But gone when the
police arrived.

One more piece of evidence

that says there was another guy.

We find that sweater,

we find Mia's killer.

I can't imagine what
those parents are going through.

To lose your kid like that.

Just...

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

(evidence alert beeping)

It's from a high school teacher
in Broadmoor.

A student there broke
her arm yesterday

after trying to climb
the stadium scoreboard.

When the paramedic
took her blood pressure,

the teacher noticed that there
were scratch marks on her arm.

Recent scratch marks.

They were laid out
like tally marks.

The same
as the other two victims.

Exactly.

(siren wailing)

Do you mind if
I talk to her?

Yeah.
Thank you.

Hi, Zoe.

I'm Sara.

We...

we need to talk to you
about what happened.

I know why you were up
on that scoreboard.

It's part of the
Ten Golden Steps,

isn't it?

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

The scoreboard thing,

it was... it was a goof.

That's all.

A friend dared me to do it.

(door opens)

Tyler, get out.

(door closes)

I know what these
scratches are.

It's just a game.
No, Zoe.

It's not.
Okay, look,

I just do it for the thrill.

Or whatever. I...

It doesn't mean anything.

Do you know how this game ends?

What you're doing

is-is so stupid and selfish

and-and cruel.

You're not thinking
about anyone but yourself.

You don't know
anything about me.

I know exactly
who you are.

I need to know

how you access the game.

I need to know how
you made contact

with this man.

Zoe, wait.
Hey, hey, hey.

Zoe, Zoe...
Go away! I said I don't want

to talk to you. Get off of me!
(overlapping chatter)

Stop, everybody!
Please, get out.

Please.
We're leaving,
we're leaving.

That's enough.
So sorry.

Please.
Ms. Sanford, we're leaving.

She needs to know that you...

that you love her
and that she's wanted

and that she's not a burden.

I don't know
how to make it better.
Yeah, I know.

But just be more vigilant.
Take away her phone

and her computer.
Keep tabs on her.

Okay? Sh-she'll be mad,

but she'll know that you care.

Okay?
Sara, we are leaving now.

Let's go.
Okay.

CAVANAUGH:
Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey, you want to tell me
what happened in there?
I don't know.

I am... I blew it.

I'm sorry.

(sighs) It's fine.

I'll call Ruiz,
see if she can get a warrant

for her laptop and her phone.

Maybe we'll find
what we're looking for in there.

What? What is it?

That sticker.

Evan Zymuski had the
same one on his laptop.

Yeah, those are popping
up everywhere.

All right? I saw one at
a pizza joint last night.

Only this is not just a sticker.

See? That's a QR code
hidden in the face.

"Want to play a game?"

(sighs)

TARIQ:
"Want to play a game?"

"What kind of game?"

"One with purpose.

One that will change your life."

Do you think it's a
bot or a real person?
Let's find out.

SARA:
"Are you worthy?

Most people aren't."

"I'm not like most people."

"Then prove your mettle

by completing
the Ten Golden Steps."

"Mettle"?

This guy's
going a little D&D on us.

SARA: Easy, Tariq.
Don't push it.

She's right.
We don't want to spook him.

It is what we want
to know, right?
Yeah.

CAVANAUGH: Oh. "I am
the Gamemaster.

And the game is played
by my rules, not yours."
(laughs)

All right, prick.
This guy's pissing me off.

SARA:
Tariq!

Oh.

What the hell is wrong with you?

What? We can just scan
another sticker

and use a different IP.
He won't even know it's us.

Except, thanks to you, he'll
now know someone's onto him.

Oh, my God. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You are so much smarter
than everyone, aren't you?

Why should you ever
have to listen?
Hey, take it easy.

No! He treats everything...
Calm down.

...like it's a game.
He's bloody irresponsible.

Sara.

Sara, what are you doing?
Do not talk to me

right now, Jeffrey.
No, come on.

I'm fine.
Sara, look.

Hey, Sara. You just
yelled at Tariq

in front of everyone,
all right?

As if you've never
yelled at anyone.

We've had
this conversation before.

I discipline my staff
how I see fit.

Look, we both know
this isn't about Tariq.

(laughs)
All right? I'm...
Look at... Sara.

I'm worried about you.

Oh, my God, Jeffrey.
It was 15 years ago.

I've dealt with it,
so just stop trying to fix me.

I am not trying to fix you.

You lost your brother.

It actually...
No, I didn't lose my brother.

He killed himself. Okay?

It's part of who I am.

Nothing's ever
gonna make that go away,

and nothing's ever
gonna bring him back,

anymore than Sophe
is going to bring back Mia.

So just...

I'm s... I'm so sorry.

No, no.

Listen.

Take all the time that you need.

How fired am I?

Let me put it this way:

I wouldn't plan
any big purchases anytime soon.

Yeah.
All right, but you need
to snap out of it.

All right, what about
hacking this guy?

Can we find him that way?
No way.

The whole point of ChumHum Vault
is the anonymity.

Without his phone,
the encryption is bulletproof.

Even for me.
The stickers.

They're the key to
finding this guy.

They popped up all over the city
pretty fast, right?
Almost overnight.

I mean, one day I was driving
to work and they're everywhere.

I mean, on buildings,
lampposts, shop windows.

Why?
What are you thinking, mathlete?

It's a long shot, but I could do
a distribution pattern analysis.

If this guy went out

and plastered these
all over town,

the location
of these stickers

could tell us
roughly where he's based.

We just need to map out
where they are.

Okay. How do you do that?

Really, Columbo?

Sophe. Sophe.

We get users to photograph them,

then use the geotag info
to map them out.

And then I find this guy.

All right, well,
let's do this.

All right.
Come on. Sounds good.

Hey, what can I get for you?
Hey. You got a sticker

like this in your window.
Any idea who put it there?

Couldn't tell you.

People post crap
in here all the time.

If you want one,

I think we've got a stack
of them over there.

Something
isn't working.

I-I assumed a somewhat
random distribution, right?

Guy has hundreds
of stickers to get rid of.

He runs around,
he puts them up everywhere.
But the distribution

isn't random-- the array
is clustered, right?

Because he targeted
specific spots.

You know, schools,
record stores,

pizza places...

Places teenagers
hang out.

Well, still,
I can account for that

using geographic profiling
and probability theory,

I should still be able
to pinpoint his hot spot.

I don't get it.
And you're not gonna.

Cavanaugh.

Whoever this guy is,
he left a whole stack

of stickers at the pizza place,
probably other places, too,

which means
kids grab them,

carry them around,

and stick them up other places.

Well, there
goes any hope

of deducing his location.

Whoever our
Gamemaster is,

he's clever, or maybe lazy.

Either way...
Damn it,

I-I should
have seen it.

The sticker on
Evan's laptop,

the one on
Zoe's car.

I... I just need to
make some adjustments.

If I, if I change the
cumulative density function

from sum to integral,

that'll redefine
the variate...
Dude.

Going all Rain Man on me
isn't gonna do it.

It's just not gonna work.

(game chiming and clanking)

Listen, man,
we're gonna find him.

It's just gonna take
a little longer.

That's all.

(clanking and chiming continue)

You know what I was doing
before I started here?

Sitting in my
parents' basement,

grey-hatting
corporate databases

and screwing with
frog meme-ers all day.

Then I heard what
Tanner was doing,

and I figured, "Hell,
I could do that."

So I hacked my
way into a job.

But I still can't
compete with you.

(loud clacking)

So I cover with attitude.

(sighs)
Look how well

that worked
out today.

But you...

You've got the
mad math skills

and the degrees and
the discipline.

And I'm only gonna say this
once, so pay attention.

You're pretty
much the man.

I could have been
one of these kids.

When I was that age,

I had no friends.

My brother and sister were
grown and out of the house.

My parents were divorced.

I was alone and isolated.

This game is targeting kids
just like me.

Josh, seriously, you're giving
this creep way too much credit.

He's a troll, that's all.

Even in San Francisco,
growing up a

crazy-handsome brown kid,
I got bullied non-stop.

And it sucked,
but I survived.

And you survived.

And these kids
will survive, too.

We just got to...

We just got to
get this loser.

(sniffles)

(evidence alert beeping)

There you are.

I just got a direct message
to my internal channel.

Some user

claiming that
he saw the post

about the stickers
and wants to help.

Wait. How is a user accessing
our internal channel?

His IP's bouncing
all over the place--

Idaho, Namibia, Fiji.

This is black-ops stuff.

Okay. What do you want to do?

Open up a
video channel.

Yeah.

(trilling, static)

Um... hello?

Thanks for pinging me back.

TARIQ:
What is this,
Deep Throat?

This is Cigarette-Smoking Man.

My guess is NSA.

Am I right?

Sophe has friends everywhere,
Mr. Tanner.

Don't look a gift horse
in the mouth.
Except we can't see your mouth.

You could be talking
out of your...

You said you could help us
track down the stickers. How?

You'll need

to send me a high-resolution
scan of one of them.

Well...
I'm on it.

SARA:
Well, what good
would that do you?

Set.

Since the '90s, all U.S.
printers are built to record

tiny, invisible marks
on every page.

The marks enable us to pinpoint
the origin of a document.

You're talking
about microdots.

Sounds like Big Brother's
big brother to me.

The point was to hedge against
currency counterfeiting.

The marks are only visible under
a narrow spectrum of light.

But when you strip out
the proper color bands...

So do we know
where they were printed?

For that, you need a key,
or a friend who has one.

I'll get back to you.

(scoffs)
Okay.

This is either the most
exciting, or most terrifying day

of my entire life.

Yeah, I'll keep you posted.

Hey.
Sophe was able

to track down
the stickers.
Okay.

It was ordered online
from a print shop in Maine,

mailed to some guy
named Jason Forde.

This is the address.

Unit B. He rents
the back house.

We need to talk
to you, Jason.

RUIZ:
Put your hands

where I can
see them!
Hey! Hey!

Drop it.
Hands. Where I can
see them.

Damn it, let's go.
Drop it!

Drop it! (sighs)

What do you
got? What?
It's locked.

What'd you do?
What did you just do?

Oops. (laughs)

Too late.

(door opens)

Hey.
Hi.

That's him?

He just looks
so normal.

You do this long enough,

your expectations
of normal all fade away.

All I got is hope
that somebody like this

never comes
within a mile of my kid.

I thought you didn't have kids.

No, I said I wouldn't
talk about it.

(sighs)

He's 14, he lives
in L.A. with my ex.

Hmm.

So this one's got
to be tough for you.

(door opens)
Well...

It's in the works.

All right.

I'll be back.

And to answer
your question,

yes, it's tougher
than most.

You don't seem too concerned
with your situation there,

Jason.

No visionary is ever
accepted at first.

I read that... somewhere.

CAVANAUGH:
A visionary, huh?

So is that what that is?

Is that your vision?

You like?

It's a...
It's an art project of mine.

Viral campaigns are
a big thing, you know?

What about what happens to
the kids who scan those things?

Nothing much happens
to most of them.

As for the rest... I mean,

I feel terrible if
anybody gets hurt, but

all in all, it seems
like a net positive, no?

RUIZ:
How do you figure?

Well, there's too many
people on the planet

as it is.

Most of them are
too stupid or weak to make

any sort of real contribution,
so, why complain

if the runts of the litter
decide to call it quits?

And the Ten Golden Steps,

that's your way of helping
the runts along, right?

Like I said,
it's a... an art project.

CAVANAUGH:
Yeah.

JASON: All I did was
put up some stickers.

Which, at worst,
could be

a 594, destruction
of property charge,

or more likely, a misdemeanor.

Littering citation.

You know how liberal
this city is with its artists.

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

OFFICER:
Here you go, sir.

Thank you.

Yes, I do.

(door closes)

RUIZ: So you probably know
about penal code 401.

Assisted suicide, sure.

But if people choose,
of their own free will,

to end their life, again,
that's not on me.

Unless you encourage them.

Then it becomes a felony.

(chuckles)

Look, here's the thing. Um...

(clears throat)

Not that you'd find
anything on it,

but even with a warrant,

you can't compel me
to give up the password

to open my phone.

I know my rights.

CAVANAUGH:
You do.

Except,

your lazy ass uses biometrics.

And this warrant says that we

can compel your fingerprint
to open it.

(scoffs)

So you see, Jason,

we can do this the easy way,

or the hard.

And I'm leaning
toward the latter.

(phone beeps)

Phone's unlocked. Go.

Got to admit, this is
virgin territory for me.

Hacking under a warrant.

You guys think I can get
a framed copy or something?

Come on. Focus up,
Tariq. Come on.

TARIQ:
All right, all right.

Bad news is that
the Tenth Step was sent

to three different players.

The good news is,
I got usernames on all three.

Josh, I'm gonna send them
to you, so maybe

you can link up some numbers?
Yeah. I'll start scouring

social media,
see what I can find.

I'll start a thread,
and get some user help.

These kids already have
a head start on us.

Here we go. I've got one.
I've got a mobile number.

Tariq, take it
while I work on number two?

All right, I'll do
a little magic, see if I can

pinpoint a GPS.
We got cars on alert.

Just waiting on your word.
I've got an ID on Creeper.

The kid's only 14.

First one's
on Fell near Buchanan.

I'll let dispatch know.

And the second one is Creeper,

who's on Claymore, by Mullen.

SARA:
That matches his home address.

Maybe he hasn't
left the house yet.

I'll take that one.

All right, what about
the third one?

Where is he?

JOSH:
Um...

We've got a problem.

You can't locate the third kid?

No, I found him.

But according to his GPS,
he's in Portland.

TANNER:
Portland?

What does-what does that mean?

Does it mean
that the game has spread?

I don't think so. I'm
on his ChumHum page.

He visited San Francisco
last week.

RUIZ:
I'll reach out to Portland PD,

but it's gonna take some time.

(line ringing)

(phone ringing, vibrating)

(phone beeps)

(sniffles)

Who is this?

JOSH:
Dylan. My-my name's Josh.

Look, you don't know me,
but I-I know what you're doing.

I know about the game.

I can't do it.

I want to, but I can't.

I'm just too scared.
No. That-that-that's good.

That's good that you can't
do it. I don't want you to.

(crying):
But I have to complete the game.

I can't fail at this, too.

No. No, listen to me.

You only fail
if you follow through.

The-the guy behind this,
he's a bully.

He-he wants you to hurt
yourself. You can't let him win.

Do you hear me?
(Dylan crying)

Look, I-I have a friend calling
the police right now.

Just promise me
you'll wait for them, okay?

No, you don't understand.

The first two are safe.

What about Portland?

Look, I-I can't pretend
to know exactly

what you're going through,
but...

I do know what it's like
to feel different.

You know, to-to not belong.

And-and not to go all
after-school-special on you,

but it does get better.

(siren wailing in distance)

They're here.

I should go.

This is my number, okay?

Use it.

TARIQ: Nice one, Josh.
Just like we called it.

Score another for the good guys,
I guess.

Uh, guys?

I was digging a little
deeper in the chat logs

to look for players
at lower levels.

And?

He sent out a Step Ten
to another user...

two days ago.

(phone rings)

Zoe's lost her phone privileges.

You're gonna have to talk
to her at school.

Oh, Detective?

Well, I just checked on her
ten minutes ago.

Zoe?

Zoe.

(insects trilling outside)

Oh, no.

I guess it's time.

Her mother says her car's
still in the driveway,

so she can't have gone far.

I've got a thread up.
Anything?

The neighbors are searching
nearby, and it's up on Sophe.

Listen, what about
tracking her cell phone?
She doesn't have it.

Her mother took it away from
her, like I told her to.

Look, the-the rules of the game
are she's supposed

to record herself.
Right, which is why

she's taken her
mother's camera instead.

Cops have as many cars
out there as they can.

No. We've got far more eyes
with Sophe.

*

(car beeps)

Let's go home.

Is-is that her?

I think so.

Message them.

Let's go.
Come on.

Someone spotted her.

A parking garage
on Lafayette.

Put it out.

I'm gonna call Cavanaugh.

I'll start a thread
with Sophe users.

Zoe!

ZOE:
Who... ?

We're here to help.

ZOE: What is this?
Just get away from me.

She's panicking.

Someone needs
to calm her down.
You know what?

Connect us with one
of the Sophe users

in that area and
put him on a video chat.

On it.

Who are you?
Why are you doing this?

(phone ringing)

Steve, it's Josh from Sophe.

We need you to take
your phone to Zoe.

Okay.

Give me a second.

JOSH:
He's getting it to her.

Go on.

ZOE:
J-Just get away from me.

Just, please.
I have to do this.

They want to talk to you.

Zoe, do you remember me?

Zoe, it's Sara.

I-I was at your house.

Do you remember me?

Please.

Please, just tell these people
to leave me alone.

Zoe, I need you
to listen to me.

ZOE:
No. I told you,

you don't understand.

No. I-I do understand.

Zoe...

I had a brother called Patrick,

who killed himself
when he was your age.

And my whole life,
I've told people that...

that I felt guilty,
as if it was

somehow my fault,

but you know
what I've just realized?

It's not, it's not guilt
that I feel.

It's anger.

I'm so angry at him.

He abandoned me.

He robbed me of my big brother.

Took memories that we
were meant to have together.

Is that what you want to do
to your brother?

To Tyler?

He needs you,

he really does.

Look around you,
we all do.

Look at all these people
on a rooftop

in the middle of the night
because of you.

You have this...

huge choice.

Are you going to steal
from them?

From-from Tyler,
from your family?

Take away memories

that they deserve to have?

You hurt, I know.

Worse than anyone can imagine,

but this is not the way.

So let us help you.

Yeah, we're just
getting to the roof.

She's coming down.

Zoe!

Mom.
Zoe! No, baby!

(crying):
No, no. No.

Zoe. Oh, my baby.

(Karen crying)

(exhales)

(sniffles)
Are you okay?

Yeah.

(crying): She's gonna
need so much help.

No. You're incredible.

(laughs)
You know that?

I've heard tell, yes.

My mother told me
to never take delight

in the misfortune of others.

Well, this one time
I think she'd allow it.

CAVANAUGH:
Yeah.

I'm taking
a couple days off.

Going down to L.A.,
pick up my son for a visit.

Well, I think
that's a good idea.

(both moaning)

Have I mentioned
how sorry I am?

Really? Good.

(grunts)

(evidence alert beeping)

You know what, let it go.

No.
Just let it go.

No, it doesn't matter.
There is literally

no version of what
I'm about to do to you

that is made better

by you being distracted.

They've sourced the sweater.

It's an exclusive European label

available only
at a single boutique.

TANNER:
$550.

Rich people,
am I right?
Yeah.

Under a thousand sweaters
manufactured.

It's a start.
Yeah.

Post it.

(evidence alert beeping)

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