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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.

Previously on
Wisdom of the Crowd...

Nell DeGraf sent
a cease-and-desist,

claiming Sophe's running code

stolen from AllSourcer.

That is my code, not theirs.

That all originated
from my grad work at Stanford.

Then it's not really
about the code anymore.

They're coming after you.

At least, what's
in your head.

Sophe. It closes cases.

I want people
to know

that SFPD is working with
Sophe on a regular basis.

Tell him I might know
who killed Mia Tanner.

CAVANAUGH: Carlos Ochoa
was attacked in prison.

He was stabbed.

TANNER:
Ochoa left a message.

Said that he might
know something after all.

What if that's why someone
was trying to kill him?

You're talking about
a cover-up

around your
daughter's murder?

What if there is?

You're sure that there's,
there's nothing else?

I already told you everything
I know, Mr. Tanner.

Yeah, no,
I know.

I just want to go over it,
you know, again.

Maybe, you know,
there's some small detail

that you forgot.
I wish that there were.

Carlos Ochoa called my office.

He left a message,
trying to get ahold of you,

saying he might have
some new information

about who killed
your daughter.

But by the time
the information got to me,

it was too late.
He was already attacked.

Can you hold this?

So...

you don't have any idea

who he was referring to?

No, I don't.

And to be honest with you,

I get messages
like this every day

from clients in prison,

with a new story about
who really did it.

You want my advice?

Move on.

There's nothing there.

No, of course
there's something there,

because all I need is a lead,
any kind of a lead,

and listen to me,
I could find that guy...
Shh.

Look, this... if there
even is a guy, all right?

I don't mean to be rude,
but if you wanted to help,

the time to help
was during the trial.

Right now, we don't even know

if Carlos Ochoa's ever going
to wake up again.

I gotta go,
that's my client.

Your Honor. Louis Hines from
the public defender's office,

for the defendant.

Sorry I'm late.

(continues indistinctly)

FOREWOMAN:
We, the jury,

in the matter of The State
of California v. Carlos Ochoa,

on the charge of murder
in the first degree,

find the defendant guilty.

HINES:
I apologize

for being late.

Do not let it reflect.

He has no choice
in counsel.

It's not his fault.

You're looking well.

(sizzling)

(smoke alarm beeping loudly)

Jordan.

Jordan!

What the hell
are you doing?

Whoa!

Dad, no!

Dude. Uncool.

Where the hell
did you get a blowtorch?

At the hardware store,
right next to the Whole Foods.

Man...

Well, there goes 60 bucks' worth

of grass-fed rib eye.

60 bucks...
Haven't you ever
heard of sous vide?

No, but I've
heard of Domino's.

Are you being
serious right now?

You are your mother's son,
I'll tell you that much.

People say cops
are married to their jobs.

(line ringing)
They should meet
a chef sometime.

Yeah. Hey, can I get,
uh, two large pies,

extra cheese, pepperoni?

Yeah, I'll hold.
Why two?

What? Breakfast.

Ain't trying
to burn up the place.

(evidence alert beeping)
Yeah. Yeah, man, um...

What the hell?

Ooh, Sophe.

Oh, please,
it's not like that.

Hey, uh, cancel
that order. Thanks.

I'll tell you in
the car. Let's go.

Where we going?

Yo, grab a jacket.

RUIZ:
What do you got?

Vic's name is Edward Ramirez,
he's the owner.

Looks like a robbery gone bad.

What about the
surveillance system?

Guy took it out.

Stay in the car.

I'll be right back.

If anybody asks
what you're doing,

you tell 'em you're my son.
Dad...

I'm 15.
I can take care of myself.

Yeah, just stay
in the car.

All right?
Thank you.

Cavanaugh. Thanks.

What, you don't have
enough cases on your desk?

Special delivery.

And I'm not staying.

Guess who has a suspect
for your murder.

What murder?

What... this murder?

Tommy, this has been a crime
scene for all of three hours.

We haven't even
put out a statement yet.

(evidence alert beeping)
Annoying, isn't it?

Hey, Houston-- you read me?

Loud and clear, Detective.
But the situation's changed.

Changed how?

I just talked to you
five minutes ago.

Once users put this photo up,

people started recognizing
this guy and posting more.

What do you mean,
users putting it out?

You guys aren't doing this?

No, that's the thing--

we didn't do anything here.

The users found this one
on their own.

They've been scanning
police bands,

following local crimes.
(sniffs)

We always knew,
once the crowd got motivated,

they'd start solving cases
on their own.

They pulled the image
from a weather camera

across the street,
but the crazy thing isn't...
(Josh blows nose)

...how they did it,
it's who they found.

Jack Foley?
Wasn't he part
of the group

that blew up the government
building in Kansas?

TARIQ:
Yeah.

The others were all sent
to federal prison in '98.

CAVANAUGH:
Sovereign Destiny--

that was the name of 'em, right?

Some anti-government wackos?

TARIQ:
Foley was their money guy.

After the bombing,
he disappeared

and feds thought he was killed
to protect the operation.

Hey, Mom.
(on phone): Was it great?

No, the, uh,
steak didn't really work well.

Nothing.

Just watching a dead body go by.

What?

Dad brought me to work.

What? Where is he?
Put him on the phone!

If you get anything else,
send it to me.

On it. Thanks.

I'm gonna call the
deputy chief and tell her

we've got a domestic terrorist
loose in San Francisco.

Yeah. Well, I get
to tell my son

that tomorrow's
"bring your kid to work day."

Uh...

what part of "stay in the car"
didn't you understand?

Mom wants to talk to you.

Put him on the phone.

Hello?

Tommy, are you there?

Tommy...

Hey, what's going on, girl?

*

Good morning.

There's been a development

in the AllSourcer suit,

and it's not good.

What, Nell DeGraf wants
two pounds of flesh now?

AllSourcer has filed
a preliminary injunction,

prohibiting Sara
from working here.

Basically, they're saying

that you're
a walking trade secret,

that you belong to them.

Now, we're gonna have
a chance to state our case

and I still think we can
get around this, so...

Good. Then what seems
to be the problem?

The problem is, the
judge issued a TRO.

MIKE: That's a temporary
restraining order...

Yes, I... I've seen Law & Order.

It means that you
have to stop work.

Basically now.

SARA: But I thought
you said these lawsuits

were frivolous.

They were meant
to cost us money.

I-I've been through this
a million times,

and i-it's just, it's all
part of the process.

MIKE:
It's only temporary.

A few days, a week at the most.

But until then,
counsel has stated

that the smart thing
to do here

is for you to go home,

effective immediately.

You're joking.

I'm afraid not.

AllSourcer will have private
investigators following you.

And any contact,

and they're gonna sell it
as a violation of the TRO.

It's poisoning the well.

Any contact?

Yes.

Online, personal,
physical...

anything.

All right? That includes
any covert communications

or technical
workarounds.

They will subpoena
our server logs, so...

In other words,
play by the rules,

while our opponent cheats.

Why not?

If you do need to communicate,

you do it through me.

All right?
I'm an officer of the court.

The judge did agree to that.

TANNER:
Delightful.

But, Sara,

for now...

you need to leave.

Right.

Well...

All right, then.

Um...

Tell the boys I'll be okay.

I promise.

(door opens)

Jeffrey,
she's gotta go.

*

What do you mean, she went home?

It's just a precaution.
For the lawyers.

Yeah, but we need her here
to help.

We can't...
Don't worry about it.

Where-- where are we
with Jack Foley?

Domestic terrorist on the loose?
People panic.

Submissions are coming in
from all over the place.

The public forums
are on fire...
Forum?

Why isn't it on
the main platform?

We opened up a case, didn't we?

We did, but only after
the users ID'd him.

They feel a sense of ownership,

so they keep using
the public channels. Here, look.

Foley's lived in nine
different cities since 1998,

under 11 different
pseudonyms.

(blows nose)

A bunch of users
recognized his mug shot,

but they all say they knew
him by a different name.

TARIQ: And he's
been busy.

Embezzlement schemes
in Utah and Texas.

Tax fraud in Florida.

And in Poulsbo, Washington,

he left with the Christmas Eve
donation plate

at the church
where he volunteered.

They say that
I'm difficult.

Best we can tell is,

he's stolen a little over
$2 million over the years,

mostly from small businesses
and old people.

I don't get it.

How does a homegrown terrorist
go from blowing up buildings

to pulling off petty
financial schemes?

How does he keep
getting away with it?

Look at this.

The users just found
one of Foley's aliases

listed as the father
on a birth certificate

in Duluth, Minnesota.

He's got a son who's a freshman
at San Francisco State.

That can't be a coincidence.
Must be why he's here.

Call Cavanaugh.

(elevator bell dings)

So, this will only take
a second, all right?

I promise you, we'll
get-- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I'll put this to bed quick,
and then we'll do our thing.

I got tickets to the
Dubs, baby, the Dubs.

JORDAN: Uh, actually, you know,
Dad, I was thinking, this time,

maybe we could...
Jordan, hold that thought.

Um, why don't you
stay in here,

and, uh, I'll be
right back, okay?

In fact, some
chips on me.

Stay in the car.

Always stay in the car.

Sam, right?

Yeah. Hi.

Detective Cavanaugh.
Hey.

Hey.

You know this guy?

Yeah.

That's my father.

I'm-I'm telling you,

I don't know the man.

I haven't had
any contact with him.

You don't have any idea
where he is?

Well, I haven't seen him
since I was four, so...

Until ten minutes ago,
I thought he was dead.

N-Now I find out that

he's pretty much
the most wanted man in America

for the last 20 years?

That's great.

That's... that's really great.

I'm sorry about that, Sam.

I know this must be
a lot to take in.

You did nothing wrong.

We're just trying to solve
a case, you understand?

Yeah, right.

It's just that people are
staking out my dorm

and running up to me on campus
to ask me about a guy

that I haven't seen in 15 years.

I could really do without that
Sophe thing right about now.

Yeah.

I know exactly what you mean.

You should just
set up a cot in here.

Eh, I don't like the feng shui.

Why are you still driving that?

I mean, let the
cops take over.

You know,
you're shorthanded.

No.

We'll lose users if there's
a drop in the functionality.

Without Sara, I just want

people to feel like
everything's normal.

You want who to feel like that?
Them? You?

Did you come here to give me
a hard time, Mike? Come on.

No, I came to tell you
about a new problem.
Great.

I talked to one of
my contacts at AllSourcer,

and he said that
he's being subpoenaed

by the House Cybersecurity
Committee.

That's Alex's
committee.
Yeah.

So, I mean, if Congress is
investigating AllSourcer,

that's Nell's problem.
That's not mine.
(chuckles) No.

Actually, it is your problem
because this guy

doesn't work there anymore.
He's from your tenure.

Alex's committee is coming
after something that I did?

Well, I don't know,
but now might be a good time

to call your ex-wife
and find out.
Oh, my God.

Did this guy give you any
indication what this is about?

Nope.

Do you know?

No, I don't.

Look, let's just leave
it alone, all right?

If it's a problem,
we'll know soon enough.

Okay.

Seriously.

Do you need, like,
a futon or something?

'Cause you're not moving.

* Ooh *

* Ooh *

* Oh, my hands are tied

* To a sharpened knife

* Baby, roll the dice

* Sick, seasick

* From the tide

* Got your darker smile

* From your mama's side

* But there's no silver line

* Caught beneath your lies

* Ooh *

* I never knew you'd be so

* Unforgettable

* Ooh *

* Ooh. *

Duck confit...

nachos.

Very impressive.

Did you...?

I just wish I had some cilantro.

Knock yourself out.
I got this right here.

JORDAN:
Thank you.

Absolutely.

Are you sure this is your kid?

He usually goes
for the Slim Jims.

Yeah, well,
he's also a grown man

who goes by
the name Tommy, so...

Yeah, all right. We good here?
Yeah.

You got a talented kid there.
(phone rings)

Every time I see him,
it's like he's grown five feet.

Yeah, I remember those days.
Yeah.

Okay, what do you got?

You may not think
Foley's son is important,

but the users,
they're obsessed with him.

TARIQ: They dug up everything
they could find on him,

and then they posted it online.

They straight up
doxed this kid.

Well, I talked to Sam.
He doesn't know anything.

I mean, can't you call them off?

It's not that simple.
(sighs)

This new, self-aware
version of the crowd?

It is way more aggressive
than we had anticipated.

How is this the most direct way
to find Foley?

Detective, Sophe was designed
to turn over every rock.

It may not be the route
that you would take,

but we're gonna find
him. Trust me.

Tanner, we...
MIKE:
Jeffrey.

I tried calling you.

Who is this?

Dino Hutton. U.S.
Deputy Marshal.

How can we help you, Marshal?

You can stop whatever it is

you're doing here immediately.

What?
Jackson Foley,

the guy you outed
with your-your little website.

(chuckles)
All right? He is
a valuable government asset.

He's part of the Federal
Witness Protection Program.

Hold on, Foley's in WITSEC?

TARIQ: Wait, so you're
protecting a terrorist?

Gosh, imagine what would
happen if he looked like me.

Foley did not blow up
that federal building.

He rolled over
on the guys who did.

What about the murder
in the liquor store?

Well, he wasn't the killer.
He was the target.

His old Sovereign Destiny
confederates

trying to get even with him
for turning them in.

Oh, this is great.
So, basically,

you're protecting one bad guy
from a group of others.

Okay, Foley is no angel,

but, believe it or not,
the guy is actually a hero.

I've been protecting him
for the past 20 years,

and if you don't shut
down this machine here,

you're gonna get him killed.

JOSH: He doesn't get it.
That's the problem.

No, it's saving lives.
That's the thing.

It's an...
it's an actual function.

No, it's not gonna
do them any...
Okay,

so, what part of this
do you guys not understand?

The people that want Foley dead,

they're not a bunch of
shotgun-toting deplorables.

They're more than capable

of using this site to figure out
exactly where he is.

Look, even if we
could shut it down,

it wouldn't do any good.
The users would just migrate

the investigation to
a parallel platform.

I don't know what he's saying.
Okay, you know
how people have friends

on Facebook and Twitter?

Y-You probably
don't have friends, do you?

If we shut down

the discussion boards,

the search for Foley
will go somewhere else,

and then we won't be able
to track it.

Well, we got to do something,

because right now this
is working for the bad guys.

Well, you have to let my people

do their jobs, then.

All right?

Josh, let the users
know that Foley

is in Witness Protection
and not a suspect.
Okay.

Tariq, make sure that
everyone is steered over

to the confidential tip line.
On it.

Hold on. They're watching
Sophe and can't find Foley?

Then they're gonna look
for his son.

What's going on?
Give me one second.

I need a pair of
black-and-whites

to go and take Sam Calder
into protective custody.

That's right.

Sam Calder.

Can I talk to you in private?

Tanner?
Yeah.

HUTTON: Do you have any idea
the colossal amount

of crap that you've stirred up?

You can't just blow the cover
of someone in the program.

I think we both can agree
he was already compromised.

I get it.
This is your pet project.

You want to solve
your daughter's murder.

But do you even care about the
amount of damage you're causing?

Thank you. Yes, I care.
I care a lot.

But I'm not gonna
take Sophe down

just because you lost control
of your snitch.

Okay, listen, we have protocols.

Sure, Foley should have called
us to arrange a pickup,

but you got the picture out so
fast, he probably got spooked.

Well, what's preventing him

from picking up a phone
right now?
I don't know.

Maybe the city
full of vigilantes

that you've empowered
to hunt him down.

I swear to God,

if you get him killed,
the federal government's

gonna come down
on your head so fast...
I'll tell you what.

Why don't you bring
the head Cheeto down

right now. All right?

Let's do it.

I'll ruin you
in the press, Tanner.

How are you gonna solve
your daughter's murder

without public sentiment?

That is what this place runs on,
isn't it?

(sighs) I never really thought
law school would prepare me

for a future
in delivering laundry.

You are a lifesaver.

Wow.

I didn't realize
how much of my stuff

had ended up at Jeffrey's.

Uh, can we talk for a minute?

Sure.

Come in.

Do you want some tea?

Uh, yeah. That'd be great.

Milk?
Yeah.

Perfect.

So, how's everyone doing

with the WITSEC thing?

I've been checking
the forums, and...
No, no, Sara.

You... you can't go on Sophe,
even as a user.

Of course.

I just...

(sighs)

How's Jeffrey?

Oh, he's okay.

He-he misses you.

Um, you know, actually, can...

can we tell him
that you're a mess?

You know, that your life
is-is unfulfilled without him?
(chuckles)

There's nothing for you.
It'd make him feel better.
Sure. While you're at it,

tell him I've started
knitting and baking pies.
(chuckles)

But you're not here

to discuss my domestic life,
are you?

No, I want to talk to you

about the next steps
in the AllSourcer case.

All right, normally,
this TRO thing

might only last
a couple days, but

this is all about you, Sara.

They want to use you
as a bargaining chip

to force Jeffrey
to the table.

But we've got
good lawyers.

I mean, we're gonna
fight back, right?
Yes.

The more pressing problem
is your visa.

All right, you came here
on an H-1B,

which is contingent
upon your working.

So, if this case drags on

and makes it difficult
for you to work

for any appreciable amount
of time...
Right.

I grok the implications, Mike.

And you're okay?
What do you think?

If all I wanted was to stay
in this country, there's...

there's plenty of jobs
I could have taken.

Sophe is the realization
of all my work.

It's-it's
my creation.

It's mine and Jeffrey's.

AllSourcer had nothing
to do with it,

and now they're trying
to take it away from me.

I know.

And I'm sorry.

(sighs)

Well...

on the bright side,

England's lovely
this time of year.

(sighs)

Thanks.

What did I miss?

Uh, not much.

The guys are messing
with the forums.

They're trying to change
the way the users work,

without turning
anyone off.

It's not going well.
(phone rings and buzzes)

Cavanaugh.

I need some help. They found me.
Sam?

Sam, who found you?
The-the guys after my dad.

What-what you talk...?
Where are you, Sam?

Oh, crap.

Just tell me where you are.

Sam?

(engine revving,
tires squealing)

Oh, God.

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

(tires squeak)

Sam, what's going on?
Talk to me, man!

They're trying to kill me!

I need help.
(grunts)

Where are you? Just give me
a landmark, and I'll send a car.

No, please. Please.

Please. I'm not
a part of this.

Please. I had nothing
to do with this. Please.

Sam, are you there?

Stay down!
Dad?

(tires squealing)

Sam?

Sam...

(evidence alert blaring)
Shots fired near campus.

Users report
a van speeding away.

Responses are still coming in.

It's all going public.
TANNER:
Damn it.

They're gonna lead
the hit men right back to them.

I thought you had his son
in protective custody.

He was laying low
at his friend's place.

Sophe users
were staking out his dorm.

How do you know
they're together?

I distinctly heard him
say "Dad."

Yeah, they're together.

JOSH:
All right, three squad cars

in the area, headed
that direction.

At this hour?
They'll never get there in time.

HUTTON:
Tanner, I already
told you, you need

to shut this down,
let us bring him in.

Leave it to the
professionals.

And they already told you,
they can't shut the users down.

TANNER:
No, but we can
slow them. Josh,

can you give me a delay
between submissions

and when they appear?
Sure, but if people
catch on...

No, it won't be that long.
It'll be like a refresh lag.

CAVANAUGH:
Whatever you're doing,
do it quick.

There's a lot of dots
popping up on this thing.

TANNER:
We just need to disrupt
the flow of information.

It's not working. Users are

still tracking.
Okay.

Well, just increase
the delay.

People are noticing.
TANNER:
Make it

proximity-based, all right?
Give me exponential backoff.

Got it.
HUTTON:
Hey, how about somebody

tell me what the hell
it is you're saying?

JOSH:
The closer a report is
to recent data,

the longer it takes to appear.

It makes it harder to chain
the information together.

Look. I think
it's working.

The posts are slowing.

Users lost track
of the van.

Mike?

We need her back. Sara.

What are you talking about?
You handled that like a champ.

I just plugged a leaky boat
with bubble gum, all right?

Look, Foley and his son
are still out there.

We need the users
back on our side,

or it's only going
to get worse.

Jeffrey, the damage it would do
to bring her back here,

not to mention the civil
contempt charges, okay?

I am Jobs, and she's
Wozniak, all right?

I can pull the levers,
she created the system.

We need her back. Call her.

Or I will.

(playing Debussy's
"Clair de Lune")

(sighs)

(playing Deep Purple's
"Smoke on the Water")

(playing discordant notes)

(phone ringing and buzzing)

(sighs)

Hello.

Thank God.

Okay, boys and girls,
what do we have?

Users lost track of the van
somewhere in the Inner Sunset.

We have about 200
users in the area.

Forum postings are at about
30 a minute and rising.

Prevailing opinion is that Foley
is a danger to the public.

Okay, we need
to get that under control.

So, who is this?
Leave this to
the professionals.

SARA:
User sentiment has been

overrun by group think.

We need to introduce
some dissonance dynamics.

Okay, does anybody here
speak American?

The crowd is fixating

on one approach to the
detriment of better ideas.

Minority opinions are
being shouted down.

We're losing
diversity of thought.

SARA:
Fewer competing theories
means the majority

feels empowered.

You end up with a
torch-wielding mob,

and anyone who disagrees with
them just stops participating.

How do you fix it?
We are gonna make it okay
to think differently.

Josh, Tariq, get
a team together,

make some
dummy accounts,

and go on forums.
Got it.

Try and get into
some arguments.
So how is this gonna help?

It'll let people know that
not everyone thinks the same,

that it's okay to disagree.

You know, like
stepping up to a bully.

That's my son Jordan.

You want to get
in on this?

Yeah. Grab
a terminal.

Insult people.

Type in all caps.

You'll be happy to hear
diversity of opinion seems

to be returning to the forums.

The users have begun steering
submissions into the tip line

instead of posting
to public.

Marshal, I think you
owe Sara an apology.

Oh, for what?

For solving your mess?

(laughs)
You basically just

called off the mob that
you created, but sure.

Private sector always better
than the government, right?

Hey, sorry to interrupt.

Sophe may have just
tracked down Foley.

You were saying?

TARIQ:
A user who works
for the phone company

submitted cell tower logs

from nodes
near the murder site.

They came in over
private channels.

JOSH:
We cross-referenced it with data

from towers
near the apartment building

where shots were fired
this afternoon.

TARIQ:
Only one phone
was common to both.

We believe this to be

Foley's burner phone.

(phones ringing)

This is Cavanaugh.
Yeah, this is Hutton.

We got something on Foley.

CAVANAUGH:
Hey, I need emergency
tracking data on a cell phone.

HUTTON: Yeah. I can tell you.
All right, let me know
when you're ready for the ID.

Nice job, gentlemen.

TANNER:
Josh, that stuff

I said before--
I didn't mean it.

Thanks.

Wait. What'd you say earlier?

CAVANAUGH:
Say, I hate to be
this guy, but

can he stay here while
we go pick up Foley?

No problem.

Jordan, can I offer you
a white truffle Kobe slider?

Y'all take culinary
appropriation to lengths

that are both gastronomically
and culturally offensive.

I will take that
as a yes.

I will.
That's my boy.

That's my boy.
All right.

Hutton, let's go.
I'm driving.

Come on. Let's go get a boba.

TARIQ:
Nice assist today.

Some of those posts you've
made-- does your dad know

you talk like that?

Are you kidding?
It would break him.

I can't imagine what it'd be
like to be Cavanaugh's kid.

It's not so bad.
He's my dad, you know?

I guess he
just likes

things to be a certain way.

He wishes
I was eight years old forever.

Hey, come down here a sec.

(beeping)

What's up?
Something didn't
seem right,

so I went digging through
the cell tower logs.

What do you make of this?

Dude, you're paranoid.

They tracked
this guy down already.

Hey, do you want
to play some Ping-Pong?

What's it say?
Nothing.

Josh just had
way too much cold medicine.

Nickel a point,
rally for serve?
Make it a buck.

Sounds good. Get Tanner.

Hurry.

CAVANAUGH:
According to the tracking info,

the van is in the
parking garage.

Hutton said Foley didn't
follow protocol, right?

But according to these phone
logs, Foley did call Hutton

about ten minutes
before the liquor store

shooting went down.
SARA:
Checking in with his handler.

JOSH:
So,

Hutton had
to know Foley had a cell phone.

Which means he was lying.

Why lie?
Because,

right after Foley checked
in with him,

the deputy marshal
called an unlisted number

with an Idaho
area code.

Hutton tipped off the killers.

Cavanaugh's walking into a trap.

It must be that van.

We're in a
parking garage

in the corner of Northwest Sixth
and Carillo.

That won't be a problem.

Let's go.

Jack Foley!

I'm Detective Cavanaugh
from the SFPD.

Deputy Marshal Hutton and I

came to take you into
protective custody.

Mr. Foley!

HUTTON:
Come on out, Jack.

It's all safe.

Mr. Foley.

Are you in the vehicle?

All clear!

(phone rings and buzzes)

Cavanaugh.

TANNER:
Hutton is working with
the bad guys.

He's the one who set Foley up,
you hear me?

Leave us on the line, but you
got to get out of there.

Yeah, thanks.

Bad luck.

Friends must have
figured it out, huh?

CAVANAUGH:
Think about what you're doing,
Hutton.

Damn it.
SFPD is six minutes out.

Not fast enough.
I'm checking to see

what users we have in the area.

There's nowhere you can go

that Tanner and
his people won't find you.

I've been making people
disappear for 26 years.

You don't think I know
how to vanish?

You saw the way
Sophe works.

Huh? You really want to take
that chance?

That's it, keep him talking.

JOSH:
Guys, I think I figured out

where all that money
Foley stole went. Hutton has

a bunch of bank accounts
opened under fake names.

It's kind of genius, seeing as
how his job is pretty much

to invent people
who don't actually exist.
Yeah.

You're going down, Tariq.

Let's see it.

(exhales)
Oh.

Where are you, Jack?

Right here, Marshal.

What's with the gun, Jack?

I'm here to help you.

No, he isn't.

He tipped off your old buddies,
that's how they found you.

All right,
let the cop go.

HUTTON:
What's your play here, Jack?
Think this through?

How's this gonna end?

Anyone want next?

Come on, five-four.
You're up.

Me, I want next.
I want next.

Let's go.
Yeah, all right.

I don't know,

but I am done stealing for you.

That's for sure.
HUTTON:
Oh, it's not too late.

We could both
split the money.

Disappear.

CAVANAUGH:
Foley, Foley.

Think about your son, huh?

You just reconnected with him.

HUTTON:
You think this cop
is gonna let you go?

CAVANAUGH:
Think about your kid.

Think about Sam.

Dad.

(car engine revs, tires squeal)

(gunshots)

Cavanaugh!
(gunshots)

(tires screech)

Take care of Sam.

(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

Cavanaugh!
CAVANAUGH:
Hutton's getting away.

Headed down the structure in a
pickup with two Caucasian males.

(siren whoops)

Come on, come on.
Where the hell is the SFPD?

Hold on. I've got an active user
who works in the building.

Where are the cops coming from?
They're headed down
North Street.

Yeah, just a sec.
I know the security guy.

I'm gonna hand it over
to Mohammed now.

How can I help you?

Mohammed, is there any way
that you can divert

all of the traffic
to the North Street exit?

(brakes screech)

Sure. Give me a sec.

Go left! Go left!

(brakes screech)

(siren whoops)

(sirens wailing)

Hands up!

Hands where I can see 'em!

CAVANAUGH:
Everyone out of the truck!

Hutton.

Out of the truck.

We got him.
SARA: Yes!

Yes!

(whooping and applause)

Thank you, Mohammed.
You're welcome.

(sighs)

What?

That is my dad, right?

How did you...?

When your dad's a cop,

you learn how to know
when someone's covering.

Come on, let's go join 'em.

(sighs)
All right.

You know the drill.
Get down.

I had Dubs tickets.

Get him out of here.

Can you just give me
one minute, please?

Take care of yourself, son.

So what now?
He just goes back

to Witness Protection,
like nothing happened?

New city, new identity.

Doesn't really seem fair.

CAVANAUGH:
No. No, it doesn't.

Look, I know this is
not much consolation,

but I checked with
the U.S. attorney.

Hutton told the truth
about one thing:

your dad didn't know anything
about blowing up that building.

And when he found
out, he got out.

(elevator bell dings)

I guess he did
save my life today.

Whatever else he's done, it's...

got to be worth something.

Well, like it or not,

a dad's always gonna
look out for his son.

Good luck to you.

Mmm.

Okay.

It's incredible, son.

Incredible.

See? Life skills.

You know,
I could teach you.

I'm sure you could.

(grunts)

I can't believe you have
to go home tomorrow.

You know, we missed
the game, and...

Nah. That's all right.

No. No.

It's... it's our thing
and I'm sorry, son.

Honestly, Dad...

that's more your thing.

(laughing):
What? What? My...

My thing?

Are you saying you
don't like basketball?

Uh-uh.

Oh, hell, no. Wh...

Why did you
never tell me?

Because you like it.

Besides, today I
finally got to see

what my dad does
for a living.

Sort of figured it would be
a letdown after, you know,

traveling the world with
your mom and everything.

You saved a kid's life.

Mom sells buttered snails

for a stupid
amount of money.
Stupid.

Besides, it's not a competition.

Well, I know that, you know?

It's just... (sighs)

It's just that,
I think she gets you

more than I do, sometimes.

Dad, I'm 15.

Even I don't get me
half the time.

(laughs) Yeah.

Oh, I know what
would go perfect

with these steaks.
Hmm?

Basketball.
(laughs)

Why am I supposed
to love basketball?

Because you're tall, son.
Because you're tall.

TANNER: (sighs)
Okay.

Yeah. Thanks.

That was Mike.

Judge is pissed.

Wants the lawyers there
in court first thing tomorrow.

We'll argue public interest.

We got a killer off the streets.

Multiple killers, actually.

Jeffrey, what
if we lose?

What if their lawyers
are just better?

What if...?
We'll win.

No matter what they throw at us,

we will beat it together.

So we're gonna be okay?

We're gonna be fine.

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