All language subtitles for 08-Wisdom of the Crowd S01E08 Denial of Service-eng

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.

Ron.

Brought you a present,
you sick degenerate.

Dude, that party last night was epic.

To $25 million.

To half a billion.

That's the VCs' valuation
after this round.

- We built that.
- Yeah.

- You helped a little bit.
- Shut up.

Oh, here. Oh.

What I'm talking about.

All right.

Here's to...

caffeine addiction.

Ah.

Oops.

Hey, sorry about your rug.

But, man, what about
Mason and Faith, huh?

Get a room!

The first thing I'm doing

after the IPO:

- buying a jet.
- Dude, you hate to fly.

You don't even like to leave the house.

Why don't you just burn the
IPO money. It'll be prettier.

Ow.

All you lushes can get out of my house.

I need my beauty sleep.

Ron, where the hell
is your lazy ass? Wake up.

We should have stayed

to keep an eye on him.

Ron was wasted out of his mind.

He was so happy, you know? Like...

like everything we've done was worth it.

This IPO was gonna change our lives.

And then this happens?

Falling down the stairs
of your own house?

Like, what kind of cosmic joke is that?

If I had just stayed...

This didn't have to happen.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

Listen... I-I dig Sophe

and how you're putting
your crowdsourcing work

to use and everything,

but why are you here?

I mean, no offense.

Uh, Sophe consults with the SFPD.

And since this case is tech-related,

they asked for our help.

Wait, what case?

Ron fell. It was an accident.

Not quite.

For the moment, at least,

our M.E. has labeled this a homicide.

According to the doc,

Ron was murdered.

What?

Everybody loved Ron.

Someone didn't.

And the exterior surveillance cameras

show that no one snuck into the house.

The M.E. puts the time
of death at 2:30 a.m.

when only three people
were left at the party,

you being one of them.

I-I've known Ron
since we were interns at Google.

We-we came up together. We built JavaWell

from nothing

into a powerhouse together.
I did not kill him.

No, Captain Picard was a diplomat.

He was a philosopher.

But if you push too far,
he could still kick your ass.

Two words: tactical ability.

And we wouldn't even
be having this debate

if it wasn't for Kirk.
He set the standard,

and you can't argue with that.

I can argue with that.
This is me, arguing with that.

Dude, what is Prudence doing?

I forgot

to lock my terminal.

Should I say something?

I can't say something.
We're in that weird

“kind of dating” place

where we're not talking about it.

I don't want to mess that up.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

Hey. What are you doing?

I-I thought you were in the
bathroom or something.

Yeah, I was.

But that's when I got to thinking

about how you clearly don't appreciate

the sociocultural critique
that death metal represents.

But why are you, uh...

I swear you're trolling me

with the whole death metal thing.

I mean, you don't really listen

to that stuff, do you?

Best day off ever.

Hey.

What do we got?

On JavaWell?

The sweater from Mia's apartment.

Our best lead yet on the killer?

Right. Course. Um...

users have submitted
a whole bunch of pictures

of different men wearing it,

and Sophe's using the measurement diagram

to compare sizes,
but no extra-larges yet.

That's it? That's all you have?

With under a thousand of
those sweaters sold,

- that's pretty good.
- No, no.

Until we find something, it's not.

That's Sara.

Uh, put her up.

Yeah.

Did you get the data I just sent

from Ben Oberly's interview?

Uber for coffee.

Even for a tech start-up, that's elitist.

Well, you can hate all you want,

but these guys paid their dues,

and their financials are real.

This IPO isn't happening by accident.

And Howland didn't die
by accident, either.

The M.E. said he fell,

but it's the blow on the
head that killed him.

We found the murder weapon
on top of the stairs,

wiped clean. Here.

Death by hackathon trophy.

What a way to go.

Keep that under wraps for now.

We have three suspects
and no physical evidence

that points to anyone.

The less they think we know,
better chance they slip up

on their own.

We have the other two interviews

coming in soon... the head of product

and a woman who works
for U.X. or something.

User experience.

Great. She knows.

Anyway, I'm going after all of them,

so any ammunition you have,
now's the time.

Well, you got to ask nicely, Detective.

Or I could just arrest you
for obstructing justice.

Tariq.

Fine. I found something weird
on the victim's computer.

It's a memo he was writing

criticizing diversity initiatives

in the tech world.

It looks like he was gonna send
it out to the entire company.

Like that asinine Google post

that said women were inferior.

I think that's what he was responding to.

“Diversity has become
the tech world's third rail.

“We're not allowed to question it,

“but, as engineers, it's our duty

“to question everything.

“And hiring more women and minorities

“isn't actually making
us more successful,

just more politically correct.”

Lovely.

And it's your ammunition.

Uber took a big hit
from that sexism scandal.

It lost market shares,
publicity and goodwill.

A start-up like JavaWell

could lose everything
if that memo got out.

Could be a motive for murder.

Hey, look at this.

Users keep focusing on
JavaWell's proprietary app.

They're saying it could
help crack the case.

Why? How would their app help?

I'm asking the crowd right now.

Yeah, what's that?

That's the server overload warning.

Talk to me. What's happening?

Traffic's spiking. It's
overloading the system.

We're being slammed with
too many requests to handle.

Try to black hole the traffic.

W-We can't. It's too distributed.

It's coming from everywhere.

It's a DDoS.

Okay, what is that?

It's a denial-of-service attack.

Cybercriminals use it

to knock websites off-line.

They send so much traffic
to the site that the servers

just get overwhelmed.

It's like directing a fire hose
through your pipes...

nothing else can make it through.

Can't you just stop it, or...

What?

What the hell just happened?

Sophe's off-line.

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

If you can get enough servers online...

The basement. The guys in the server room

could use your help.

All hands on deck.

Anything?

Working on it.

Jeffrey,

we can't access Sophe at all.

The DDoS took us down.

Without Sophe,
we'll never solve Mia's case,

which is exactly why we need to fix this.

We're doing everything we can,

but we're getting slammed

with over 600 gigabits per second.

The only thing that could
generate this much traffic

- is a massive botnet like Mirai.
- Baby monitors.

We're being taken down by
unsecured baby monitors,

home routers, freaking DVRs.

S-Sara, what are they babbling about?

Botnets take over devices

connected to the Internet.

Things like home appliances.

They use them to direct traffic
to websites.

Huge ones like Mirai
have control of so many devices,

the sites can't handle

the traffic, so they just crash.

Well, someone has to be controlling

these baby monitors.

You were just making progress
at the JavaWell case, right?

You think someone at JavaWell

took Sophe down
so we wouldn't solve the murder?

They're a tech company.
Their people have skills.

Right? Plus, you can rent time

on the botnet on the dark web for what...

$20,000 in bitcoin?

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Well, actually, when we interviewed

Ben Oberly,

he knew about Sophe.

He was asking us why we were involved.

And there it is.

Sara, stay right there.

Figure out who at JavaWell
is behind this.

The faster we solve this murder,
the faster we get Sophe back.

But no pressure.

Looks like our next interview's here.

Faith Laferty.

- Faith, lighten up.
- No, I'm good.

After 12 failed start-ups,
I deserve this.

Lucky number 13.

Get a room, Mason.

Hey, get off me.

Faith.

All right, when we IPO,

I'm buying Jet Skis.

And a yacht to pull them.

You hate water.

Well, with this much money,
I'll learn to like it.

Faith.

Faith.

Faith.

Do you remember
anything else about that night?

Honestly, I was pretty trashed.

My LSD microdose turned out to be

a lot less micro than I thought.

Some people in the tech industry

think it helps you stay focused.

Uh-huh.

I needed to be somewhere quiet,

so I stayed in the bathroom.

But I left when Ron kicked everyone out.

All you lushes can get out of my house.

And now he's just... gone.

You said Mason hassled you.

What about Ron?

Ron never gave me any trouble.

He even helped me
when I wanted to move teams

to get more technical experience.

He was a good boss.

When I was at university,

I had this computer science T.A.

who used to call me Mary Poppins.

Kept asking for a spoonful of sugar.

Yeah. At my first internship,
my supervisor would say,

“You should just sit there

and look pretty.”

Funny how my ideas
always ended up being his ideas.

Well, that's all just...

boys being boys, right?

Look, whatever happened, you can tell us.

It will stay in this room.

This is not me being loyal.

Ron was awkward...

so are a lot of programmers...
but he never hassled me.

Not like the others.

Did you know that he was writing

a memo questioning

the value of women
and minorities in the workplace?

No.

But, then, I guess you never
really know anyone, do you?

Now that Ron's dead,

what happens to his ownership
stake in the company?

It'll get redistributed...
between the current employees.

The guys set it up that way.

Yes, my stake will be worth more.

No, I wouldn't kill for it.

This, um, microdose

that you took,

I'm assuming you bought it online?

Girl, please,

I'm here to solve a murder,
not bust you for being stupid.

There's a guy
in our tech support division.

He supplies it.

So you didn't pay for it with bitcoin?

Please. Crypto-currency?

That's a bubble about to pop.
I never touch it.

Talk to Mason.

He loves that stuff.

Come on, Faith, cut it out.

Hey, people are watching.

You bet they are.

You know, if this
is what a VC round does to you,

I can't wait for the IPO.

Mason, this is not your bedroom.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

First IPO present to myself:
brand-new skis.

Dude, you hate the snow.

Well, let's just say
I'm warming up to it.

All you lushes can get out of my house.

I need my beauty sleep.

And you didn't see where Ron went?

Nah.

Last I saw, he was wasted
but still on his feet.

Alive.

None of this makes sense.

We were going to Vegas
for Thanksgiving...

the high-roller suite and everything.

He was so stoked.

And... now...

What about Faith?

She was wasted, too?

I guess.

Girls and liquor, man.

Just another reason why women
don't belong in tech, right?

No need to be defensive.

Okay? I love women in tech.

Ron said the same thing
in a memo about how...

female programmers aren't as qualified

as the men around them.

No way. I talked him out of that.

So you knew about the memo.

Ron thought he was
some kind of intellectual

out to change the industry.

But I'm the one that convinced
him not to be an idiot.

I mean, look, you can think

whatever you want, you just can't say it.

You don't want to scare the investors.

But you love women in tech, right?

Shouldn't you be off fixing Sophe?

Heard it crashed.

Bummer.

Tell me, who takes over Ron's duties now?

I don't know.

Me, probably. Of course.

And you'll get a bigger stake

in the company, too, as well, right?

We all will.

Look, I know what you're thinking.

I didn't kill Ron.

When my last job completely
overreacted to this...

joking text I sent, Ron was the only one

that had my back... he was my friend.

He was my friend,
and I never would have hurt him.

So, with the IPO on the horizon,

they all stood to benefit

- from his death.
- Mm-hmm.

As much as I hate to admit it,
Faith could have found out

about the memo and saw
it as an opportunity

to get rich and get rid of a techbro.

Two birds with one stone.

Yeah.

Tell me something.

Did you notice anything off

about their accounts of that night?

They were all different.

Except the end.

They all said they were drunk
or high or both,

and then every other detail
was different...

But Ron's last words
were exactly the same.

All you lushes can get out of my house.

I need my beauty sleep.

So you're saying they huddled together

and got their stories straight.

Even if they're covering for each other,

only one of them hit Ron over the head.

Question is, which one?

The thing that people
don't get about death metal

is that it's a response
to the superficiality

of consumerist culture.

It's people screaming.

It's an expression of the chaos of being.

It speaks to those who won't conform.

By screaming.

You two are perfect for each other.

Okay, this is no use.
The techs keep bringing on

more servers, but they keep crashing.

And the techs keep crying.

The traffic's coming in from everywhere.

Who knew baby monitors
could do this much damage?

I hope Tanner's got an idea,

'cause we're tapped out.

What do you want, Jeffrey?

I need your help, all right?
Sophe's down.

We're under attack by a botnet.

The only way

for us to get back online

is to host the site on a network so big,

no amount of traffic can take it down.

A site like Ratchet.

Millions of people
search Ratchet simultaneously

all over the world...
it could easily handle

the kind of traffic that
is keeping Sophe off-line.

Jeffrey, even if I wanted to help you,

Vikram won't help you.

He hates you.

But he adores you.

If you called him as a friend
and appealed to him...

You are literally so unbelievable.

I have been begging you
to stop this whole thing,

and now you're asking for my help

to get it back online. Really?

I know it's a lot to ask,

but this isn't just about Mia anymore.

We're helping people.

We're giving parents the kind of closure

that we wish we had.

But we can't do it without Sophe.

We can't.

Please, Alex.

Okay, I'll call Vikram.

But no guarantees.

Thank you.

You know,

I really appreciate this, and...

FBI! Everyone step away
from your computers.

Away. Everyone.

Mr. Tanner, I presume?

Special Agent Driscoll.

This is our tech expert, Isaac Wallace.

And this is a federal warrant

giving us access to Sophe.

Your network, your personnel, everything.

What-what the hell is going on?

You're under attack by a botnet.

- Yeah, no kidding.
- We believe it's one

the FBI has been tracking,

run by a foreign criminal organization.

Our intel suggests it may be planning

a strike on U.S. infrastructure soon.

We don't have any time for this, okay?

We're pretty sure that JavaWell

is behind all this... it's a company

that we're investigating...

Well, anything is possible.

But JavaWell could very well
be renting the botnet

in order to launch its attack.

Either way, in the interests
of national security,

the FBI will need access to
Sophe's servers to investigate.

We'll also need to
question everyone here.

Starting with you.

You want a suspect?
You got one: JavaWell.

And we're looking into that,
but we need to consider

all angles, Mr. Tanner.

For example, could someone out there

think Sophe knows something it shouldn't?

Yeah.

JavaWell.

Or, is this more about you,

and Sophe's just collateral damage?

You've certainly made enemies.

Vikram Singh, for example.

Jeffrey and I had different visions

for AllSourcer.

And when it became clear
they were incompatible,

I chose to leave
and focus on Ratchet instead.

Now, Ratchet's market cap

surpassed AllSourcer's three years ago.

I'd say I made a wise move.

Ratchet's stock is inflated.

And ousted CEOs don't let things go.

Sounds like motive to me.

There's 116 bad things
I could say about Vikram,

but he wouldn't waste his time on this.

Then maybe it's closer to home.

How much do you know about Tariq Bakari?

Oh, come on.

Tariq has nothing to do with this.

He's a known gray-hat hacker.
He's made enemies, too.

Can you tell us how it is
that you hired Mr. Bakari?

Tariq demonstrated skills that we needed.

He hacked you.

It was a bold move.

The way I see it, Mr. Tanner,

while you may be focused on JavaWell,

there are multiple people who
might want to take Sophe out.

Maybe you should widen your view.

Well, maybe you shouldn't ignore

what's right in front of your face.

JavaWell.

What's happening?

Congratulations.

You've been raided by
the federal government.

Check that off the bucket list.

Sara, this is Prudence...
she's just visiting

- on her day off.
- Oh. Right. The girlfriend, yes.

What? No, she's not... I...
Can we move on, please?

The FBI are investigating

the denial-of- service attack,

and they want to talk to all of us.

Yay.

Sara Morton.

Please come with me.

Is someone out there punishing
Sophe for your sins, Ms. Morton?

You think this is my fault?

How is this my fault?

Of course it's the brown guy's fault.

AllSourcer has
a temporary restraining order

barring you from working at Sophe,

and yet... here you are.

On the advice of our C.O.O., Mike Leigh,

I'm staying pending a hearing.

So maybe this attack is a power play.

Could it be AllSourcer's attempt
to try and stop you

from using technology
that it says it owns?

AllSourcer wouldn't do that.

I mean, I hope they wouldn't.

I used to work there...
they're not that evil.

Are they?

It's JavaWell, right?

I-I mean, they're about to IPO.
It makes sense.

Why are you so nervous, Josh?

I've been doing this a long time.

If there's one thing I know how to spot,

it's a guilty conscience.

Trust me,

you'll feel better
once you get it off your chest.

In grad school, I hacked into

MIT's server to delete an e-mail

I sent to a girl.
But I was, like, really wasted.

I-I can't be held responsible
for that, right?

- Oh, God, I'm going to prison.
- Do you make it a habit

of taking liberties
with other people's networks?

I'm a curious guy.

But whatever I did, it's to expose

fat cats who take advantage of people

who don't know any better.

If that makes them mad, good.

So maybe this botnet attack
is payback for your misdeeds.

- Who, Tariq?
- Yes.

Have you noticed any...

suspicious behavior from him?

What, because Tariq's Muslim,

he must be a criminal?

What's next? Are you gonna
call him a terrorist?

- Disappear him off somewhere?
- Think about it.

What do you really know about Tariq?

He's my punishment,
put on Earth to torture me.

Wait, why are you asking about him?

Did you know that Tariq

has made a lot of money
from bug bounty programs?

So what? Companies ask hackers
to find flaws in their networks.

If I happen to be awesome at what I do,

that's hardly a crime.

But where does all that money go?

Back to your friends and family in India?

Maybe Pakistan?

Dude, try “I help my parents
pay for their house.”

You know how expensive it is
to live in San Francisco?

Fine. So if this botnet attack
isn't because of you,

is it because of other Sophe users?

Are there any other hackers among them?

Any... government employees?

You have no idea what's going on, do you?

You're just fishing.

And you're wasting everybody's time.

We done here?

You don't deserve me, you know.

I never did.

Sophe's back on.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It was great to connect with Vikram.

It gave me an excuse to reminisce

about the good old days, you know.

The three of us and some ramen.

I miss the good old days.

Even the ramen.

Um, I'm gonna go ahead and forward you

all of the technical stuff
so you can have a look at this.

I don't understand it,
and I don't want to pretend to.

Well, I appreciate it.

Now if I can just get the FBI
off my back,

I'll be all right.

Wait, Jeffrey, what about the FBI?

They're getting in the way here.
I actually have to go.

Seriously, Alex, thank you.

David?

What did you do?

This wasn't us.

No, it was me.

Sophe is being hosted

on Ratchet's network.
For the time being, anyway.

I have an investigation to run,
Mr. Tanner.

So do we. You'll have access to Sophe.

Interview anyone you want.

Just try to stay out of our way.

Just calm down, people.

It's a Band-Aid. Ratchet's
only hosting us for eight hours.

- And after that?
- There is no “after that.”

I created Sophe to find Mia's killer,

and I refuse to let him just go free.

So I don't care what you do
or how you do it.

We have to fix this, all right? Let's go.

Users are realizing we're
back up. Submissions aren't

at their pre-outage levels,

but they're growing.

They like us. They really like us.

- What about Mia's investigation?
- Uh, we got

a couple more photos of
people wearing the sweater.

Which won't matter
if Sophe goes down again

when we're kicked off Ratchet's servers.

We have to find out who's behind
the DDoS attack and stop it.

That means the JavaWell case
has to come first.

Hey, uh, remember how users were
obsessing about the JavaWell app

before we went down? They're back at it.

I still don't understand
how that's important.

Well, uh, CoffeeCrazy78

says the app automatically
connects phones that have it

if they're within ten feet of each other.

That's like Airport.

People don't notice phones
are being synced anymore.

Wait, got another message here.
“Check the user logs

from the suspects' phones.”
This one's from...

DearPrudence95.

We won't have to check anything.

User CityGal154 quit JavaWell last week,

but they haven't revoked
her admin access.

She just submitted
the data logs from that night.

Ben, Mason, and Faith all
told us that Ron was alive

when they left. But-but these records,

they prove that all three of them

were within ten feet of
Ron when he was killed.

They've all been lying.

And now we have the evidence.

Go.

Yeah.

I messed up.

What do you mean? What happened?

This morning, I went
to get something to eat.

And when I came back,
Prudence was at my computer.

And she wouldn't tell me what

she was doing on it, but...
it was right before the attack.

If I ask her about it, she'll
think that I'm accusing her

of something or that I
don't trust her. Which I do!

It's just a little suspicious,
but it's not that suspicious.

This is a really weird
conversation to be having

with my boss, isn't it?

Yes, but I'm rolling with it.

Things are kind of undefined and awkward

and you don't want to mess it up.

I get it.

So, how about this?

I will talk to Prudence when I get back

and I will leave you out of it.

Unless Prudence is some sort
of stealth JavaWell plant,

which I highly doubt,

I think we're fine.

From now on, just, uh,

keep your terminal locked, yeah?

- Yeah.
- And maybe...

define your relationships
a little better?

Yeah.

Thank you.

These are data logs

from the JavaWell app.

They prove you were within ten feet

of Ron Howland when he died.

You all were.

You've been lying to us.

Okay, so we lied.

Doesn't mean I killed him.

No, but I showed these to Faith
and Mason and, guess what,

they gave you up.

They said you got in a fight with Ron.

It got physical.

Then you murdered him.

It's a fun story,

but that's all it is.

I'd like a lawyer now.

No. No, there's no way Ben
and Faith would turn on me.

But they did.

You know, I did this prisoner's
dilemma experiment in college.

And the thing I learned is,

if you want to win,

you stay silent.

So I'll be exercising that right.

Thanks.

Of course they turned on me.

Did you expect anything different?

They were always gonna do
what was best for them.

It was an accident.

Why don't you tell us
what happened that night, Faith.

We were all wasted.

Are you out of your mind,
writing a memo like that?

There's a reason that
Google fired that guy.

The customers won't stand
for it, especially

not our wealthy, liberal ones!

Calm down, all right?
You're overreacting.

Oh, don't patronize me.

You know what happened with Uber.

Do you want to destroy this company?

Wait. Wait, I'm-I'm sorry.

You actually wrote...
that stupid think piece?

Are you joking?

Oh, come on.

It's no big deal.

We've talked about this.

What you do reflects on us.

This is the kind of thing
that could kill the IPO.

- The entire company!
- Faith,

chill. I know that
your feelings are hurt.

Maybe just take some time,
think about what you're saying.

- No. We're going to talk about this.
- Wha... Hey, let go of me.

We're gonna talk about...

Let go, Faith. Do you know
how much this shirt costs?!

- Oh, my God!
- Ron!

What the hell, Faith?

You saw! I didn't mean it!

Oh, my God.

It was an accident.

Ben thought if we got
our stories straight,

everyone would think that he just fell.

The death of a founder was bad enough.

This way, we could avoid

the bad press about the memo.

It would be a tragedy, not a scandal.

I didn't mean to hurt him.

I just lost it.

Another guy I trusted

who didn't even think that
I deserved to be there.

If that memo got out,
people were gonna think

he was talking about me.

You're really trying to sell it
as an accident?

That he fell?

That's what happened.

Why are you still lying, Faith?

I'm not.

You are.

Ron didn't fall.

He was bashed in the head with this.

- What the hell is that?
- That's what killed him.

You know what,

you see this?

What?

You see here? Here's where
the award cracked his skull.

Here's the indentation
that matches perfectly.

No. What? No. No.

I didn't hit him.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Please, just take these away from me.

Please!

Either she's the best liar I ever saw

or she's telling the truth.

She believed that he fell.

Which means when someone hit him
over the head with that trophy,

it had to be at the bottom of the stairs.

Ron had those damn awards
all over the house, right?

We assumed that the murder
weapon came from upstairs,

'cause that's where we found it.

But what if it didn't?

Look here.

Here. Look at this.

This is a picture of the awards upstairs.

And this is a picture of
the award table downstairs.

Look, the dates don't line up.

So Ron was killed with a 2016 award.

All the awards upstairs were,
what, from '07, '08, '09.

All the ones downstairs were more recent.

2014, 2015.

They were all there,

but Faith said Mason went
to go check on him.

She had no reason to lie about it.

She thought she'd killed Ron.

So Mason found him still alive,

grabbed an award, and bashed
him over the head with it.

And then tried to cover it up.

My client is not saying a word.

That's okay. He can just listen.

We know you killed Ron.

I guess you guys were friends,
but there's friendship

and then there's business, right?

The memo he wrote would have
destroyed your company,

right before the big IPO.

So after he fell,
you went to check on him.

And when you realized he was still alive,

you grabbed the first thing you saw...

...one of his hackathon awards,

then you finished him off with it.

And then you used it to frame Faith.

Typical overcompensating male.

Too clever by a third.

That's what you've got?

Really? No evidence, no fingerprints.

Your client might have been smart enough

to wipe off his prints, but...
DNA tends to stick around.

You see these sharp edges?

They dig in to your hands.

You see any cuts?

You don't need to
cut yourself to transfer DNA.

All it takes is one or two skin cells

left behind.

Now how sure are you
that when we test those cells,

they won't match yours?

Get the D.A. in here,

and we can make a deal.

Ron was your friend.

And he told me he wouldn't
write that damn memo.

All he had to do was wait for the IPO.

Yeah, it was all his fault.

But since we know the truth,
you can call off

your denial-of-service attack
on Sophe now.

- What are you talking about?
- You didn't want us

solving the case, so you rented a botnet

to crash Sophe, but it's over now.

I don't know anything about that.

Typical hysterical female.

Any change in the traffic?

Yeah, it looks like
Mason was telling the truth.

JavaWell didn't launch the attack.

We only have four hours left
on Rachet's servers,

and then Sophe goes down
again. If the attack

wasn't about the
JavaWell case, then what?

Who the hell is the ghost in the machine?

Hey, boss?

In the middle of blaming me,
did the feds ask either of you

about Sophe users in government?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Where our users work ought
to be irrelevant.

Why would they care?

Because they're not here
investigating the attack.

Everything all right, Alex?

We looked into the FBI's
Sophe investigation.

And?

Well, there isn't one.

Not officially, anyway.

Alex, I got guys in suits
at my terminals right now.

Well, there is no FBI investigation,

but the Bureau is sometimes used
by another agency.

Let me guess.

Begins with an “N” and ends with an “A”?

Is there any reason the NSA
would be interested in you?

Yeah, we had a case a couple weeks ago,

and a source helped us out.

Then Sophe gets attacked,
the NSA comes in to investigate.

That's a pretty big coincidence, Jeffrey.

That was the plan.

The NSA took Sophe down
so that they can gain access.

Well, here's what I know.

If the NSA wants Sophe off-line,

it's staying off-line.

Uh-huh. We'll see about that.

- You needed me?
- Come here.

Can you get remote access to
Sophe and cover your tracks?

- What do you think?
- Good. I got a new job for you.

For something
with such grand artistic merit,

death metal is sure widely hated.

Because it's not controllable.
Besides, being hated

by the powers that be
is a badge of honor.

Anything new here?

We're still getting sustained traffic

of over 600 gigabits per second.

Ratchet's servers are
handling it for now.

What the hell?

Did the attack take down Ratchet?

No, this is just Sophe.

What's going on?

I thought you had, uh, three
more hours on Ratchet's server.

When Driscoll got here,
she showed us her badge,

and you didn't. Why is that?

Do you have a point, Mr. Tanner?

No. I'm just making conversation.

Hey,

you guys hear about the NSA's website?

I guess that we're not the
only ones having a bad day.

What the hell?

Kind of embarrassing, though.

You know, when the country's
top computer spies get owned.

Let's play out a little hypothetical.

Let's say that there was an agency

who, uh, was paranoid about leakers. See,

some of their own people had gone rogue.

People with names like... I don't know...

Snowden and Manning.

Let's say that they thought

that someone else
had gone rogue, and contacted

a site like Sophe, but
they didn't know why.

I bet they would do
anything in their power

to figure out who that leaker was,

including setting up
a denial-of-service attack

so they could swoop in
and... investigate.

It's very creative, Mr. Tanner.

You've got a career in airport novels.

Now, if all that were true,

if the NSA directed all that traffic

directly at Sophe to cripple it,

then wouldn't it be smart if Sophe then

directed all of its traffic
at the NSA site?

Give it a taste of its own medicine.

Something like that would take
the NSA site right down.

But...

if the NSA really was

behind all of this, they could just

stop the attack at any time.

And I hear that you used to
play ball with the government.

I do a lot of things differently now.

Look at that.

The NSA site's back up and running.

Looks like the attack has been shut down,

which means we can probably

get Sophe back online now, too.

Pack it up. We're done here.

The United States government
thanks you for your cooperation.

Pleasure doing business with you!

So this whole thing

was about the suicide game investigation?

That user that gave us
information on microdots?

It seems like it,
but if they really think

that's the leaker,

they're not gonna give up that easily.

The NSA didn't get
what they were looking for.

They'll be looking for leverage
so that we'll cooperate.

It's not over.

This is probably not what
you imagined from your day off.

You mean it's not
always like this? Bummer.

I, um, wanted to talk
to you about something.

I heard that you were
on Josh's computer this morning.

It won't stop! What the hell?

Aren't you supposed to be

some kind of genius?

Don't fear chaos, Josh!

That's what you were
doing on his computer?

You were playing a prank?

Yeah, I'm just trying
to get Josh out of his shell.

I thought you were a file clerk.

For now.

I mean, I tried working at
a couple start-ups, but

the dudebro contingent's
really a drag, so...

Well, you shouldn't give up
on the tech world just yet.

We're not all bad.

Here's my number.

If you ever want to talk.

Ah, man, she totally got you.

Whatever.

You gonna go over there
and talk to her or what?

Sara talked to her. It's fine.

Dear Prudence, Josh wants to talk to you.

I got you. Don't worry.

First Picard, and now this?

Is there no end to your betrayal?

I got more in store.

What's the matter, Josh?

- You scared of me?
- No.

Is this, um...

about that "girlfriend"
thing from earlier?

Look, I-I just don't want
things to get weird,

or, like, pressurey or whatever.

What, do you hate that term?

'Cause I don't.

I'm-I'm cool with it.

Look alive, Hive. We're ready here!

We're all set to port Sophe from
Ratchet's servers to our own.

Well done. I don't want to be dependent

on Vikram for another second.

And traffic is normal.

The denial-of-service attack is over.

We've lost some users, but if
we don't have any more outages,

our growth should resume apace.

Well done, everyone. Now,

back to work.

Mike, you surviving your time
with the lawyers?

Yeah, that sounds fascinating. My day?

Well, you know what?
It's been interesting.

We'll have to get into it
over a drink sometime.

Okay, stay on it.

If the leaker contacts
Sophe again, we need to know.

What is it?

It's about Mia.

A user in San Francisco said
he spotted a homeless man

wearing a sweater like the one

- in Mia's video.
- A homeless man?

Yeah, the user says
he asked him where he got it,

but the guy just said he found
it in the trash somewhere.

- In the trash? Where?
- He doesn't know.

He got spooked and left.

Let's set up a meeting with this
user, see what we can learn.

What are you thinking?

Well, why would anyone
throw away an expensive sweater?

You wouldn't,

unless you thought
it would implicate you.

He knows we're looking for him.

The killer's on Sophe.

He's watching us.

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