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Wisdom of the Crowd...
As soon as you had

the offer from Nell,

you should have consulted
with me.

I-It's about Mia.

It's not, it's not about you.

That much is bloody clear.

I was a pawn
in a game.

I'm never gonna be
okay with that.

Look at this.

Jeffrey Tanner's trying
to help you.
Ma...

TANNER:
The guy that paid Flaco

to attack Carlos Ochoa--

we have video on him.

"If Carlos says anything
about Mia Tanner,

you need to take him out."

*

* You can believe in
everything you see *

* That don't bother me *

* You can smile
at everyone you see *

* That don't worry me *

* I just want to hold you

(computer chimes softly)
* In my arms

(chiming continues)
* Hold you in my arms

* If you could know
all the hurt in me *

* If you gave me all your love

* That would be enough

* If you gave me all your love

* That would be enough
(knocking quietly)

Mr. Tanner?

* All your love

* That would be enough...
Mr. Tanner?

What?
I'm sorry to
bother you. Um...

I'm user admin...

I mean, I'm Megan.
I work in user admin.

We just got a message
from a user

saying that he knows something
about the guy in the video--

the one who went

to the prison--

and i-it was
marked as urgent.

I-I think Sara left...

I'm sorry. I'm sure it can wait
until tomorrow.

Put it up on my screen
right now. Right now. Thank you.

(ringing)

Hey. Anthony?

ANTHONY: Oh. Uh... yeah,
hang on a second.

Sorry, let me...
let me pull over.

Yeah, it's Jeffrey Tanner here.
ANTHONY: Wow, okay.

When they said somebody
would be getting back to me,

I didn't think that
they meant you, personally.

What do you got for me?

Okay, look, I could get
in a lot of trouble

if anybody found out about this.

This never happened.
We never spoke.

Scout's honor.

Okay.

The guy you're looking for--

the one from Vacaville Prison--

I know who he is.

You do.

Well-- do you know where he is?

No, not exactly.

I work for ICE,
processing deportations.

Today I open a file,
and there's the guy

you're looking for,
staring back at me.

His name's Tomas Estrada.

Wait a minute. Did-did you
just say "deportations?"

Yeah. He was sent
back to Guatemala

a few weeks after he
went to the prison.

You're-you're sure
that this is him?

'Cause no one's been able
to ID him.

Yeah. Oh, actually,
I've got a photo here.

Two, actually.

Yeah. See, he used to look
a lot different.

I think that's why
nobody made the connection.

Somebody must have
cleaned him up

before he went to that prison.

ANTHONY: The other mugshot's
from Hayward PD.

He had three felony priors
for selling cocaine.

The most recent bust was at some
bar out there called Alhambra's.

Alhambra's. Okay, listen,
Anthony, thank you.

Yeah, yeah, of course, any time.
Good luck.

Greatest. Car chase. Ever.

Dude, seriously?
Yeah.

Have you seen
French Connection?

Okay, fine, it's a tie.

But Bullitt is an all-time
classic San Francisco movie.

Really?
Really!

Vertigo is a classic
San Francisco movie.

The Conversation is
a classic San Francisco movie.

Bullitt?

What is it even about,
can you tell me?

(phone buzzing)
Yes, I can.

The answer is Steve McQueen
in a '68 Mustang GT.

(phone buzzing)
Look, I am objectively
right about this,

but I totally respect
your right to be wrong.

Uh-huh.
(phone buzzing)

Dude, who is
blowing you up?

You got, like, 15 texts
since we left the theater.

It's nothing.

Aw, ya got some booty calls?

Shouldn't they be called
"booty texts"?

People don't really call
for booty anymore.

I mean, I still call for booty,

but no one ever picks up.

LIZZIE:
Oh, my God...

What the hell happened here?

LIZZIE:
They went through everything.

Lizzie, I think we should go.

No, Tariq, these are

all pictures of me.

Every single one of these
is a picture of me.

Tariq, somebody has been
following me for weeks.

This was last week.

Let me take you
out of here.

We'll get you somewhere safe,
we'll call the cops on the way.

Cops aren't going
to do anything.

Do you see this place?
What are they gonna do?

I know one who will.

We've got a patrol unit
at the scene.

Sweeping for prints,
canvassing the area,

but for now, we don't got
much to go on.

So where does that leave us?

CAVANAUGH:
Something like this--

stalking and harassment--

it's usually someone
the victim knows.

Angry ex, jealous lover
that sort of thing.

Look, I don't want to put you
on the spot, Ms. Moore,

but is there someone like that
we should be looking at?

I don't think so.

My last ex took a while
to get over things,

but I haven't heard
from him in months.

So you can't think of
who might have done this?

Actually, there could be
a lot of people.

Take a look at
these messages.

"Your feminazi agenda

"must be stopped.

You better pray
I don't find you."

"You're too ugly to rape.

Getting rid of you would
be doing the world a favor."

Oh, my God. Why would anyone
send these to you?

I have a blog.

May I?

It's about dating
in the digital age.

I post the worst messages

that men send
on dating apps.

It's called "Bro Means No."

What kind of messages?

LIZZIE:
Oh, requests for naked selfies,

guys sending us
photos of their junk.

Cursing us out because we won't
go on dates with them.

Stuff like that.
TARIQ: I've seen
some of it.

It's... really disturbing.

And you think
these death threats

are because of your blog?

Oh, no, I'm sure of it.

I always got
disturbing comments,

but then "a few"
turned into "hundreds."

And then I started getting
e-mails and texts, too.

Why didn't you tell me
any of this?

I don't know.
I mean, why would I?

Getting threats
on a feminist blog

is not new or shocking.

But texts and e-mails are.

It was all online,
so it didn't feel real.

But this is...

It's okay.

CAVANAUGH: Well, we don't have
much to go on,

but I promise you,
I'll do the best I can.

But honestly,
this sounds more about

an online stalking
than a break-in.

Which means
it's a case for Sophe.

Right.
I will get on this tonight.

Thank you, Detective.
(phone beeps off)

Have you saved all of
the threats you've received?

I have a whole folder
on my phone.

Good. Send
it to me.

You really think you can
find who did this?

Well, we're certainly
going to try.

I'll find the IP addresses
of the commenters.

No, Tariq, I think it's best
if you be with your friend.

Do you have
a safe place to stay tonight?

Oh, I'll be fine.

You could stay at my place.

Oh, you mean
your parents' place?

Okay, I'm working
on my own place.

LIZZIE: Mmm.
It's just a bit of a process.

For my mom.

(indistinct chatter,
thunder rumbles)

(rock music playing loudly)

Hey. How's it going?
You seen anything...

Uh... Tomas Estrada?

Haven't.
Okay, clearly haven't seen him.

Excuse me.

Uh... No, it's...
it's fine.

*

(clears throat)
Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?
Yes, I hope so.

There's a guy that used to
hang out here, Tomas Estrada?

I got...

Maybe...

the name rings a bell?

Think maybe you want
to order a drink

before you start
asking for favors.

I'll order
whatever you want,

if you give me some information.

MAN: Cirillo.
I've got this.

What did Tomas do now?

That's what
I'm trying to figure out, man.

Is this...?

All right, but not in here.

Two many little birdies
listening.

Thank you.

*

Thanks for taking the time
to talk to me, man.

I really appreciate...

Tomas?

Sorry, never heard of him.

And do yourself
a favor.

Don't come back.

I don't know what's happening;
it keeps freezing.

It's a new phone, as well,
so it shouldn't be doing that.

I am sorry that I don't have
anything more to offer.

If Tariq had given me
some warning

that we were having company...

Mom, I told you,

her apartment lost power.

This wasn't, like,
a planned thing.

He could have called.

This is perfect, Mrs. Bakari,

thank you so much.

And I'm sorry to put you out.

No, no, you are no
trouble, Lizzie.

My darling son,
on the other hand...

TARIQ:
So good.

Uh, Tariq, can I talk to you
for a moment?

It's the...

printer.

It's not connecting
to the Wi-Fi.

I just fixed that yesterday.
And the day before that.

Just have a look at it.

All right,
what's wrong with it?

Look, uh, you
know your mother

and I try to be cool.
(chuckles)

But you have
to understand,

if you bring your
girlfriend home...

Dad, she's not my girlfriend.

How many times
do we have to go over this?

She's just a friend.

It's fine
if she's your girlfriend.

You don't have
to lie about it.

But you do have to sleep
on the couch.

Okay, I'm not lying.

And, yes, either way,

I will sleep on the couch. Okay?

Okay, good. And it's really
not working, by the way.
I'll fix it tomorrow.

The sheets
on Tariq's bed are clean.

You'll be sleeping
in his room tonight.

(walkie-talkie buzz)
What was that?

I don't know.

(overlapping shouting)

Hands! Show me your hands!

Show me your hands!
Get on the ground!

Get on the
ground! Down!

*

We haven't done
anything wrong.
Dad, you're not helping.

I just want him to explain

why they're doing this to us.

I'll give you one guess.

Detective Cavanaugh.

We about done here?

Roll up! Let's go!

Thanks.

CAVANAUGH:
Mr. and Mrs. Bakari,

I apologize for the mistake.

I just don't understand. What do
they think we were doing?

CAVANAUGH: They got a
911 call from someone

saying they saw a
"foreign-looking man,"

wearing explosives, forcing
a woman into the house.

So we were swatted?

"Swatted"?
What is swatted?

It means somebody called in
a fake crime

so the SWAT team would come
to our house.

But why us?

Is this some kind of
anti-Muslim thing?

Sir, we can't say that,
but we're looking into it.

LIZZIE:
No, it's not.

It's-it's my fault.

I'm not staying here because
my apartment lost power.

I'm staying here
because...

...I'm staying here because
someone's been stalking me,

and they broke into
my place tonight,

and apparently, they
did this and I'm sorry.

I am so sorry.

Tariq, why would you lie to us?

'Cause I knew you'd freak out.

We would not "freak out."

Mom, you freak out
about everything I do.

Maybe if everything you did
wasn't so worrisome,

we wouldn't freak out.

LIZZIE: Look, I'm sorry
that we lied.

It's my fault. It's
not Tariq's fault.

CAVANAUGH: No, the only
person at fault here

is the one that's
doing this to you

and we will find him.

Is it safe to stay here tonight?

Yeah, but I'll keep a unit
out front of your house

just in case.

Try to get some sleep.

Hey.

Thank you.

I'm not even gonna
say anything sarcastic.

That's how much
I appreciate you right now.

Thanks.

But next time take off
your shoes in the house.

Show some respect.

* Can't somebody tell me *

* What's going on around here? *

* Oh, yeah

* Can't somebody tell me *

* What's going on around here? *

We're closed.

You got some kind of
death wish or something?

You know, the thought
has crossed my mind,

but no,
not at this exact moment.

Then you better go.

'Cause my boss is gonna be here
any second and if he sees you,

ain't gonna be
your choice anymore.

Well, you know what,
I'll take my chances

'cause my daughter was
murdered last year, so...

your boss can do
whatever he wants,

it doesn't really
matter to me.

You get me?

What do you want?

Tomas Estrada.

I think he has some information

that could lead
to my daughter's murderer.

Don't you have some
kind of magic computer

that can just do
all of this for you?

Yeah, I know who you are.

It's not magic.

It's just people.

And it led me here.

So I'm asking you, please...

Look, man, I barely knew
the guy, okay?

But I know he lived with
his cousin over in San Leandro.

So how do I find this cousin?

You don't,

not unless he tells me
he wants to be found.

Give me a number.

He'll call you if he has
anything to say.

* Oh, yeah...

(sighs)

(cell phone buzzes)

CAVANAUGH:
Hey.

You guys have any luck here?

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did not need to see this.

Not this early
in the morning, not ever.

We have uploaded
all the threats

that Lizzie received
and by analyzing

the content and
the time stamps,

our users have made some
very interesting discoveries.

Over the past four days,
you've gotten 63, no,

64 messages saying, "Your an
ugly bitch who should be dead."

Oh, that's pure poetry.

JOSH: Thing is,
they appear to be

from 64 separate accounts,
but they're all identical,

down to the same
misspelling of "you're."

So it's like someone's
been cutting and pasting?
JOSH: Exactly.

So even though you've received
thousands of threats,

they may have
only been generated

by a handful of people.

Users are going through your
blog trying to figure out

if it's some of the men
you've posted about.

Well, they can try, but...

I don't reveal
anyone's identity.

The blog isn't
about shaming individual men.

It's about showing how
depressingly common misogyny is.

I get respecting
their privacy,

but if one of these guys
is your stalker,

we need to know who he is.

And I honestly wish
I can tell you,

but most of my posts are
anonymous submissions.

I don't even know
most of the men.

(evidence alert beeping)
JOSH:
Hey, you guys.

I think there might be
another way. Come here.

CAVANAUGH:
So, wait a minute.

You were answering an ad?

Yeah, online.

I take digital workforce jobs
sometimes

to make a little extra cash.
Digital what?

Uh, it's an online
crowdsourcing marketplace.

They're just, like,
quick jobs that can be done

sort of piecemeal
by a bunch of people.

Okay, I get it,
I get it.

Anyway, a-a few weeks ago,

I saw this job posting
for leaving comments on a blog.

Pretty standard stuff,
so I applied.

But whoever it was wanted people
to leave these really awful,

threatening comments.

Obviously,
I didn't go through with it.

But I guess other people did.

SARA: Do you remember
the screen name

of the person that
posted the job?

Yeah. "Chaos756."

That was his
e-mail address, too.

Does that name mean
anything to you?

No, I don't think so.

Do you still have
the e-mails he sent?

Yeah, and
the original post, too.

I'll send them over.
SARA:
Thank you, Taylor.

Hey.
Tariq, stop.

I said I'm fine.
Don't be crazy.

Would you let somebody
help you for once, please?

I-I don't need any help.
What do you mean you
don't need any help?

People need help
sometimes. I need help.

No, I don't. I don't.
Ah, I don't
really need help.

Hey, uh, Detective.
Tariq.

Lizzie would like
to go home and change,

but I told her
she shouldn't go back there

without some protection.
And I told him

that you have done
more than enough.
And I told her

that we are tax-paying citizens
and you're just doing your job

and she doesn't need
to be a hero about this.

Okay, okay, okay.
I don't need the replay.

Come on. Your place is
on the way downtown.

It's better safe than sorry.

It's on the way downtown.

CAVANAUGH:
You're coming, too.

ALEX (over phone):
Solano County Hospital?

What are you doing there?

Carlos was bleeding internally.

They had to move him to county
to have emergency surgery.

Is he gonna be okay?
I don't know.

I just got here,
but they said it's, like,

a high-risk operation.

Jeffrey, why are you
telling me this?

Because you said that
you were in and I...

look, if he doesn't make it,

I don't want it to come
as a complete shock to you.

Well, thank you
for letting me know.

Was there something else?

(sighs)

No, that's it.

That's it.

All right, um,
I'll talk to you soon.

Bye.

You were right to have me
come here with you.

I know.

I think she doesn't want
to believe this guy

could really hurt her, but...

From the looks of this place...

he wants to hurt her.

(slight clatter)

(slight clatter)

(exhales)

Come on, get it together,
Lizzie.

Get it together.

(slight clatter)

(Lizzie screams)

Oh, my God.
Lizzie.

Move. Freeze!

Lizzie, tell them
it's just me.
Put your hands up.

Turn around.
Lizzie, please.

Put your hands
on your head.

Come on, man, I know her.

Okay, help me out here, Corey.

If you and Lizzie
broke up six months ago,

and you...
you didn't do none of this,

why we catch you lurking
around the house outside?

Because I wanted
to know she was okay.

I saw her case on Sophe and
I was worried about her.

I mean, fine.

We broke up.

But I still care about her.

And you thought
snooping in her windows

was the best way
to show your concern?

No, I just wanted
to see if she was home.

So why didn't you just call her
like a normal person?

I did, but she
wasn't picking up.

And her doorbell's broken

or at least it used to be, so
that's why I went around back.

You see how that sounds
really creepy, right?
Okay, all-all right.

Time-out, time-out.
Hey, oh...
TARIQ: You get that?

Now you think something
like this is gonna what?
One second.

Get her in bed or something
again?
Okay, all right.

All right, come on, man.
Am I right?

You think this is, what?
CAVANAUGH: Hey, hey, hey.

Yo, Corey. He's right.

It does sound creepy.

It was stupid to come here.

I know that.

But I would never hurt Lizzie.

Where were you last night
between 6:00 and 10:00?

I was at the Warriors game.

Can you prove it?

Yeah.

I was there
with some of my boys.

You could call them.

Or better yet, I have
photos on my phone.

You got photos?

(under breath):
Yeah.

COREY: You can check
the time stamp.

I swear, I had nothing
to do with this.

You really trust
this Cavanaugh guy?

Yeah, actually, I do.

How much does he know about you?

What do you mean?

I mean, last
time I checked,

you're not exactly the
most law-abiding citizen.

Or did you stop hacking when
you went to work for the man?

You mean the man that's helping
find your stalker?

Which I appreciate.

I just don't want
to see you get brainwashed

working
for the surveillance state.

It's not like that.
Okay.

Stay out of trouble, Corey.

TARIQ:
What's up, dude?

Keep walking.
Hey.

LIZZIE:
Okay, I...

I got this.

Hey.

Hey. You don't
really think

I had anything
to do with this, do you?

I don't know.

I mean, I don't want
to think you did, but...

Well, look, if there's
anything I can do,

even if it's just somebody
to talk to, I'm here.

I'm fine.

Okay.

Guess I'll see you
around then.

(camera shutter clicking)

Jeffrey. Hey.

Hi.

Hi. I didn't expect you
to come down here.

I wasn't really expecting
to be here.

How's it going?

You know...

What happened?

Occupational... hazard.

You work with computers.
I know.

Yeah. Um,

do you know anything
about Carlos,

how he's doing,
what's going on...?

Nothing yet.
He's, uh, he's been in there

for about an hour,
so it's a waiting game.

If he didn't do this,
if he didn't...

kill Mia, and he dies because
of this, I don't know...

Listen, you have nothing
to feel guilty about.

Of course I do.

I sat in that courtroom

thinking the most terrible
things about that kid...

Because you thought
that he did it.

And so did I.
And that's why I'm here.

Look, all we
can hope for

is that we get a chance
to make this right,

(phone chimes)
that...

I-I'm sorry, I have to go.

What is...
Sorry. Hey, this is...
it's about all of this.

It's about the guy

who was paid to attack
Carlos, okay?

So I will explain
it all later, trust me.

If anything happens, call me.
No.

Listen, if he... Just let
me know what happens.
Where are you going?

(stammering):
Uh... just be...

(scoffs)

Can you help
me, please?

M-My son,

Carlos Ochoa, was taken
into emergency surgery.

Is he okay?

*

You Tomas's cousin?

(chuckles)
Well, that depends.

What do you want?

Tomas went
to Vacaville State Prison,

told an inmate
to take out the guy

who was accused
of killing my daughter.

All right?
I just want to know why.

For money.

Why does anybody
do anything?

That's a nice watch.

I guess you know a thing or two
about doing things for money.

You want this watch?

You just tell me who paid him.

Sorry.

I can't help you with that.

I stayed out of
Tomas's business.

I got something else
you might want, though.

I've got a security
camera on my place.

Check this out.

Somebody dropped three grand

for Tomas on
the doorstep.

You better believe
I'm gonna pay attention to that.

Can I have this?

Well, that depends.

You want the watch?
No problem.

Some money? I got about...
I got about a grand here,

in cash. I...
Hey.

I don't want your
cash or your watch.

That your ride?

No, that's... it's a loaner.

Mine's in the shop.

Do I look like I care?

You got a charging station?

I'll improvise.

Got it.
Pleasure doing
business with you.

Okay, I got it.

The resolution's not very good.

No, I...
Listen, just post it anyway.

Maybe someone
can make something of it.

And also, can you send me
a car, please?

I seem to have
lost mine.

Um... yeah, sure.

Anything on Chaos756?
Users are submitting

everything they can find
about his online presence.

Whoever this guy is,
he's a real gem.

Lot of sexist
hot takes on movies,

a couple of obnoxious
restaurant reviews,

and he mostly seems to hang out
at basketball and MMA forums.

Wait, go back.
Which one?

That one.

"Yet another San Fran
establishment

"ruining a burger
with nasty organic ketchup

"and a sprouted wheat roll.

"If I wanted to eat healthy,
I wouldn't be

"ordering a burger.

"Just give me Heinz

"and a white bun.

Is that so hard?"

What's up?

I know this rant.

It's Corey.

(sighs)

It's Corey.

Are you sure?

Word for word.
So Corey is

Chaos756 after all.

Okay, I'll call Cavanaugh.

(line ringing)

Corey!
Open up! SFPD!

(computer rings)

Detective.

Did you find Corey?

CAVANAUGH:
Yeah, we found him.

He's dead.

God, it just keeps
getting worse.

Last night I just
had a stalker,

and now Corey is dead...

maybe because of me.

No, none of this is on you.

Hey.

Is that what
I think it is?
Corey's laptop.

It's locked, but I figured
you could find the way in.
Do you have a warrant?

Actually...
I'm kidding.
I don't need one.

SARA:
Do we have any leads?

We're running ballistics
and sweeping for prints,

but nothing's
come back so far.

I got Tariq
doing his thing

on Corey's laptop.
I did a quick search

of Corey's browsing history.

It turns out he is indeed

the mysterious Chaos756.

It was a secondary
e-mail address.

And this is the last
e-mail he received.

It's from somebody
who calls himself DrChad89.

SARA:
"Traitor"? So Corey

was working with this...
DrChad89?

That's what it looks like.
All right, let's get
this DrChad89 up on Sophe

and see if anyone
recognizes his e-mail.
On it.

I'm guessing his name's not Chad
and he's not really a doctor.

LIZZIE: So what, this guy
saw Corey talking to me,

and he decided to kill him?

This is insane.

Well, yeah, this guy
is clearly insane.

It's just that...
Here, look.

Corey replied to his e-mail,
and he said if DrChad89

didn't leave you
alone, he'd go back

to the police and
tell them everything.

What was "everything"?

So glad you asked.
DrChad replied

to one of Corey's
digital workforce postings.

The same one Taylor saw?
Exactly.

DrChad had something else
on his mind, though.

See, sending threats wasn't
enough for him-- he's the one

who decided to bring it
into the real world,

and to stalk you,

and to break into
your apartment.

And to swat your house.
Exactly.

Corey played along at first, but
after his run-in with Cavanaugh,

I guess he'd had enough.
LIZZIE:
I don't get it.

Why would Corey do all of this

and then come to my place
acting all concerned?

To play the hero.
Because he's pathetic.

Look, all right. Now, can you
find out who this DrChad is

from his e-mail
address?
No.

His account data's all fake,

and he used a VPN.
All right,

call me as soon as you find

any ID on this guy.

Will do.
JOSH:
Hey, guys?

I think you're gonna
want to see this.

What is it?
The crowd's
already submitting

anything they can find
on DrChad's online presence.

He spends most of his time

on men's rights forums.

The old He-Man
Woman Hater's Club.

"Only cucks let feminazis

"dictate to them.

"Real men are the victims

"of feminist culture.

"Just look at suicide rates

"and homelessness rates.

It's time to take
our power back."

So he's some kind of
misogynist zealot.

And thanks to Corey, all this
rage is being pointed at you.

TANNER:
What's going on, everyone?

Look alive. Megan.

Really good work last night.
That was a great tip.

Thank you, Mr. Tanner. I'm...

What's happening
with the security footage?

You got a name?
JOSH: Uh, just a second.

The video's been viewed

by about 5,000 users,
but no one's recognized her yet.

We need it front and center,
all right?

That's what needs
to be happening.

Well, we're kind of working

on a case now, too.
That's great.

Let's use that,
okay? We can use

the security footage and
just link it up and put it

on every case page--
the more eyes, the better.

Yeah, but we...

Jeffrey?

Jeffrey?

I'm sorry, I was...
I've been a selfish jerk.

What happened to you?

Believe it or not,
I got into a bar fight.

Yeah. But... honest to God,
you should see the other guy.

Oh, well, I imagine
he looks worse?
Oh, no,

you should see him
'cause he's huge.

I think you'd be very impressed
that I walked away

with just this.
Don't you dare try
and make me smile,

Jeffrey Tanner.

I came in here to tell you

that you are being a...

What did you just call yourself?

A selfish jerk.

Yes, exactly.

You can't treat
people this way,

and you can't just
disappear on us

without telling us
where you are.

We were worried
about you.

We needed you.

Tariq needed you.

One of his best friends is in
literal life-threatening danger

right now.
I am glad

that Sophe is helping,
all right?

But I have a lead now

on something that could lead
to Mia's killer,

and that is why we built this.

And-and this will always be
my priority.

Yes, you made that very clear
when we broke up.

Sara, come on.

Th-That...

video is out there.

There's nothing else

that you can do about it
right now.

But there is a lot
that you can do for Tariq.

(evidence alert blaring)

What the hell is this?

SARA:
"I know where you are.

Nobody can protect you."

(taps screen)
It's from him.
DrChad89.

The account was created
ten minutes ago,

but it's all fake
account info.

Can you get
into the metadata,

figure out
where it originates from?

Oh. Your face, it looks bad.

TARIQ (chuckles):
Ouch. Whoa.

TANNER:
What's happening here?
JOSH: Oh. Right.

These DrChad89 posts
just keep coming.

I have reports of death
threats and cyberstalking

from 20 women
and counting.

A lot of them
are similar to Lizzie.

Break-ins, swatting,
stalker photos--

but none of them can figure out

who's behind the screen name.

So we're dealing with someone
who knows what they're doing

and knows how
to stay hidden.

Which means that...

we need to figure out a way
to draw him out.

TARIQ:
What are you doing?

I'm leaving.
Whoa, slow down.
No, you're not.

Yeah, I am. I'm
going to New York

to stay with my sister
until this is over.

No, Lizzie, you can't.
You don't get
to tell me what

I can and can't do, Tariq.
I'm not gonna
tell you what to do,

but leaving now isn't safe.
Oh, and staying here is?

We tried this your
way-- Corey's dead.

And if I stay here, I'm
gonna get you killed, too.

He's sending me pictures of us.
Or you can

get yourself killed
if you leave. You're n...

you're not thinking straight.
I'm not

just gonna sit here
and do nothing

and hope that the
cops can fix this.

You of all people
should know that.

Sorry, but I don't.

What happened
to the Tariq I knew?

The one who hacked
the Pentagon?

The one who didn't trust cops?

I guess he grew up.

And now, he's just
trying to help you.

You know, when you say "grow
up," it really sounds like

"give up."

Do you remember in sixth grade,

the first time you tried
to sit with me at lunch?

You told me that
I smelled funny,

and then you refused to
say another word to me.

Because back then, I was this
shy kid with a funny accent,

thick glasses,

and a religion
all our classmates

were pretty much afraid of.

Zero grasp of American culture.

I spent four months
in a new country,

at a new school,
being tormented.

Literally, no kid had said more

than three words to me without
it turning into ridicule.

So that day, when you
randomly asked to sit with me,

I thought it was some part
of, like, a long con

that would end up with me

getting my ass kicked
by the lockers.

I was so scared and angry
that I couldn't see

that you were just...

you were just a cool person
trying to be my friend.

So I was a jerk to you.

And I think that's
what's going on right now.

You have so much hate
being thrown at you

that you can't see that I'm...

I'm just trying
to be your friend.

Well, uh-- that's a pretty
obvious analogy.

(laughs softly)

(sighs)

Does this mean you think
I'm being a jerk to you?

You're pretty good at it.

Sorry. I'm just...

Terrified.
Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

That's why we're all here
trying to help you.

So let's just talk
to Cavanaugh and Tanner,

and we'll come up with a plan.

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

Um, Mrs. Ochoa?

I got you a coffee.

Thought you could use one.

Would you mind if I sat
next to you, or...?

You know, um...

the last time, uh,
we saw each other,

we were on opposite sides
of a courtroom,

and...

I was, um...

accusing your son of the
worst possible crime.

And to be honest,

I'm not sure what
to think anymore.

I just wanted
to say,

um...

that I'm sorry.

I'm...

I'm so, so...

I'm so sorry.

(siren wailing in distance)

(phone ringing)

Hey, Tariq.

Yes, I told you, I'm fine.

I'm just grabbing some stuff
before I head to the airport.

Yes, I will text you
as soon as I get there.

Bye.

(phone beeps)

Welcome home, you little whore.
(shouts)

You think men are so pitiful?

Let's see what you think

when I give you
what you deserve.

(gun clicks)

CAVANAUGH:
Let her go.

And put your hands up.

You little bitch.

You're gonna want to take
advantage of the right

to remain silent.

Get on your knees.

10-25.

(backpack clatters)

(siren wails)

(panting)

Hey.
Hey.

You okay?

There was a moment, when I was
driving over here, that I almost

changed my mind and went
straight to the airport.

I don't blame you. That's the
most scared I've ever been.

I was just in a police car.

Well, we both know
I'm braver than you, so.

Braver. Okay.
(chuckles)

CAVANAUGH:
Hey.

We ran DrChad's ID.

His real name is Garrett Nash.

That ring a bell?

Multiple complaints

of harassment, stalking,
a domestic charge.

All the warning signs.

But none of it ever stuck.

If these charges
would have been taken seriously,

none of this
would have ever happened.

All the more reason to feel good
about what you did tonight.

All right.

Hey, Lizzie.

Yeah.

You want to know
what really happened?

To the Tariq you knew?

He didn't just grow up?

He got busted by the Feds
for hacking the Pentagon.

That thing you thought
was so cool?

(sighs)

My parents had to take out
a second mortgage on their house

to pay the lawyers
who kept me out of prison.

So I took this job so I can
start paying them back.

At first, I thought it was
just a way to use my skills

without selling out,
or whatever, but...

I'll be honest,
I really like it.

(laughs softly)

I mean, we're doing
something good, you know?

I mean, I'm not exactly in
a position to argue with that.

Wait, I'm right?

Awesome.

(chuckles)
That's cool. Hey.

You should come over
to my parents' place tonight.

My mom felt super bad

about last night,
so she made this huge spread.

It's basically like
an Indian buffet.

T-There's samosas and chickens.

Plus,
you get the bonus

of helping my dad
with the Wi-Fi.

So much fun.

Thank you.
(chuckles)

I really do
appreciate it, but...

I think I'm gonna
go to New York.

See my sister,

just get a change of scenery,

get out of here for a minute.

You're coming back
though, right?

Well, somebody needs
to sit with you at lunch.

(laughs softly)

Tanner. What are you doing here?
TANNER:
Hey.

I was, uh, just in
the neighborhood.

I mean, seriously, they have...

incredible burritos
in this area.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Thank you.

Sure.
Thanks for your help.

Your idea worked.

Listen, it's the least
I can do, I just...

wish I was there
from the beginning,

and I'm sorry about that.

You should go--
you should probably

go see about that burrito.

Yeah.
Yeah.

The search
for the perfect burrito.

TARIQ:
Right.

TANNER:
Detective.

Good work tonight.

Yeah. A good team effort.
Yeah.

So how you doing, chasing
down that Estrada lead?

Anything?
No. Nothing yet.

But, uh, we have
that security footage

of the person making
that money drop.

No one's recognized her yet,
so I was hoping

that you could run her face
through your database.

I mean, I'll try, but
if Sophe can't find her,

I don't know how
much better I can do.
Yeah.

All right, that's me.

Well, send me the file,
I'll see what I can do.

Okay, great. Thank you.

Have a good night.
Yeah.

Hey. Could you head
over to Oakland, please?

Thank you.

Uh...

Excuse me, I-I said
we're going to Oakland,

please, this is...

S... What's go--
what's-what's going on here?

Excuse me, this is my ride.

Mr. Tanner.

Who are you?

MAN: I'm the man
you've been looking for.

I'm the man who paid
Tomas Estrada to talk to Flaco.

And I arranged for the money
drop on Tomas's porch, too.

The thing you have
to realize, Mr. Tanner,

is that these people
are nobodies.

And that's why I hired them.

But every time you put
one of their faces online,

I have to make them disappear.

And it's annoying.
Not to mention

a terrible waste
of human resources, huh?

Well, guess what?

I don't really care

about your employee
retention rate, all right?

I'll be happy to take
those faces down

if you tell me who
killed my daughter.

So how about you help me
with that?

Then we'll talk.

Believe it or not,
I honestly wish I could.

But I don't have the answers
you're looking for.

I don't ever know who hires me.

It's safer that way
for everyone.

But what I do know...

is that you're looking at this
from the wrong direction.

Well,
what's the right direction?

You should be starting
from the top.

I'm not your enemy.

I'm just a man doing a job.

But my services
don't come cheap,

so you have to ask yourself...

what kind of a person
would have the resources

to hire someone like me?

Whoever it is...

has deep pockets,

just like you, Mr. Tanner.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I'm a father, too.

TANNER:
What happens now?

Now?

Now you get out of my car.

Good night, Mr. Tanner.

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