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In the nation's largest city,

the vicious and violent
members of the underworld

are hunted by the detectives

of the Organized
Crime Control Bureau.

These are their stories.

Congressman Kilbride is
the one who hooked me up

with the Marcy Killers.

Is there anything else
you want to tell me?

He's cultivating a relationship

with an up and
coming NYPD sergeant

who will have his back

if he ever had to
ask her for anything.

Malachi. His real
name's Adam Mintock.

It's not against the
law to create an app.

It's against the law

to knowingly assist
criminal organizations.

- Will you come see me again?
- I'll try.

Seems like she's getting
worse instead of better.

What did they want?

I think you need to disappear
for a little while, honey.

I wanna start fresh.

I don't wanna be
your lifelong nemesis.

Wheatley, you're a free man.

I know what you are.

Man, that's where I sit.

Move.

Leave him alone.

He belongs to me.

Name's Floyd.

Just got here from Fishkill.

McClane, right?

Dude that hacked the Fed?

Read about you.

Pretty cool, hitting
them where it hurt.

Not cool.

Somebody died.

Close three.

Let me see your hands! Get down!

K-19 to Gate 15.
K-19 to Gate 15.

Last night at 10:00 pm,
cyber actors gained access

to Remsen Correctional
Prison's computer network

and unlocked the
doors of numerous cells

as well as hallways
and exit doors.

25 inmates were
released from their cells.

20 never made it off
the prison grounds.

Five convicts remain at large.

Robert "Beanie"
Price, Vance Ginsburg,

Cole Kocharian, Jacob
Appleby, and Sebastian McClane.

All are felons serving
upwards of 20 years.

They escaped individually
and are not believed

to be coordinating
with one another.

Governor Garcia's
holding a press conference

to address public concern.

These men are possibly armed

and considered
extremely dangerous.

Any ideas as to motive?

No ransom demands as of yet,

but we're not ruling
out the possibility

this is ransomware.

It's possible one of the inmates

was working with
someone on the outside

to orchestrate their escape.

- Detective Slootmaekers.
- Sebastian McClane.

Enlighten your
colleagues, please.

He's the founder of
the infamous black hat

hacking collective Crnobog.

His name came
up roughly 40 times

in the TSC/terror nexus.

Which, of course,
puts McClane high

on our list of suspects.
Sergeant Bell.

The Organized Crime
Task Force will take the lead

on bringing him in.

Detective Perez,
Slootmaekers, Organized Crime.

Any idea how they
got in to the system?

A prison employee's
computer was compromised

when he clicked on a cross
site scripted fraudulent link

while connecting to a fast
food restaurant's website.

Was state correction's
cyber team able

- to isolate the script?
- They just shared it with us.

- Yeah.

Good luck tracking it.

I'm Sara Locke,

and you're listening
to "Flexpoint".

My guest, Richard Wheatley,
was a tech innovator,

son of a mafia don,
and, most recently,

a cooperating witness
for the federal government

after being accused of murdering

an NYPD officer's wife.

- Are you lost, or...
- No, no.

Thank you.

Thanks, Richard, for
choosing "Flexpoint"

as the opening act on
your redemption tour.

Always a cynic, Sara.

I'd appreciate you mentioning
I've been fully exonerated

of those charges.

You've been cleared of them.

Is that the same thing
as being fully exonerated?

Semantics.

But if you want to
talk about the past...

It seems you don't.

I don't see any value in that.

It would be easy to
wallow in self-pity.

To fixate on
retaliating against those

who falsely accused me.

I lost my home,

my company,

and my fortune.

An ill-gained
fortune, apparently.

Isn't that why you
cooperated with the feds?

In exchange, all
the RICO charges

against you were dropped.

I assisted our
government because

- it's the right thing to do.

I care about this country
and want to make it

a safer place for my
children and yours.

Do you have children, Sara?

Richard Wheatley's
still working for the FBI.

Where are you?

Waverly Podcast Studios,
watching some lady

kick Wheatley's ass.

Sounds fun, but I need
you where I need you,

which is back in the task force,

and not where I don't need you,

which is where
you are right now.

Nicknamed "Constantine",
a triune being.

Godhead, according
to some of his fanboys.

Sebastian Thaddeus
McClane developed an aptitude

for computers at a young age.

He served in the military,
was honorably discharged,

and went on to work
as a systems analyst

for the CIA.

McClane's family
fell on hard times

when his sister's
medical school loans

were incorrectly coded.

Hundreds of thousands of dollars

of debt repayment
disappeared overnight,

and she was told she'd
have to repay the debt

starting from scratch.

Unable to afford the
legal battle it would take

to fight it, she killed herself.

Because McClane's
parents cosigned the loan,

the debt was passed on to them.

McClane hacked into the
banking systems computer

and erased his sister's debt.

Along with the student
loans of dozens of others

he never met.

For that, he became
something of a folk hero

in the hacking community.

He left the CIA, and,
along with a fellow hacker

named Rogin Moon,
formed Crnobog,

a decentralized
hacktivist collective.

In 2016, they hacked
the Federal Reserve

and inadvertently
locked a janitor

inside a gold vault.

He suffocated to death,

and McClane and
Moon were arrested.

Moon cut a deal and walked.

McClane is doing
a five-year state bid

and still has a 30-year
fed sentence waiting.

So the prison hack
matches his MO.

McClane's been behind bars
with no access to computers,

smart phones, or
personal electronic devices.

This is guy is a
master manipulator.

What about the communal
computer in the library?

Does it connect to the internet?

No. It's offline.

Besides, there's no
way McClane got near it.

He had an extra detail
to keep him off that stuff.

Sloot.

Any idea what these
could be, captain?

Looks like someone was
sending him messages.

We might have
just found out who.

I'm the only woman CO at Remsen.

Sebastian looked after me.

I really didn't think
of him as an inmate.

Except you locked
him in a cell every night.

Is that where you would hook up?

In his cell?

It was more than just a hook up.

Did Constantine tell
you about his plan

to break out of prison?

Constantine?

That was McClane's
handle on the dark web.

He was notorious.

I didn't know
anything about this.

He would have told me.

He would have at least
found a way to say good bye.

Men like him are
experts at manipulation.

Sebastian wasn't
manipulating me.

He cares about me.

Did you ever give him anything?

Besides the notes on
the Sip O' Noodles lids?

No.

What about a contraband phone?

- I told you...
- What about your phone?

You ever let him use that?

It was only a few times.

His mother was sick.

He had to get in touch with her.

His mother? You're
sure that's what he said.

Yeah, why?

His mother's been
dead for seven years.

Not exactly what
I was expecting.

Definitely doesn't
look like the home

of a slacker kid in a hoodie.

Maybe he's turned
over a new leaf.

Maybe he's hiding under one.

Can I help you?

We're looking for Rogin Moon.

That's my husband.

We need to speak with him.

- McClane was behind it?
- You tell us.

I haven't spoken to the
guy in over five years.

We didn't exactly part
on the best of terms.

'Cause you cooperated
with the feds?

It was the right thing to
do. He had to be stopped.

Tell us more about that.

I was on board for the
corporate level stuff.

You know, hacking companies,
kneecapping the bourgeoisie.

You know, typical 25-year-old
trust fund communist stupidity.

But Sebastian took it too far.

The Federal Reserve,
that was his idea.

And for me, well, I wasn't
looking to end up on the lam

in some embassy in Bolivia.

You gonna answer that?

No.

But I gotta get to work.

What are you doing
for work these days?

I'm a data analyst for
an insurance company.

So much for Marxist idealism.

Well, parents cut me off.

Kids gotta eat.

Sorry I couldn't be
more help to you.

Thank you for your
time. Here's my card.

Call me if you hear from him.

Fancy ride for an
insurance analyst.

- What kind of car is that?
- Innovus.

One of the new electric
cars that's giving Tesla

a run for its money.

What's a Tesla?

Not a whole lot of insurance
agencies in this neighborhood.

Yeah, I don't think
he's headed to work.

Can't see his face. Can you?

No, his hood is in the way.

Come on, McClane,
smile for the camera.

His face is messed up.

Jet, I just
texted you a photo.

You think it's McClane?

Facial rec can't ID
him, but that's him.

No question.

He's on the move.

We're in pursuit of a
black and blue Innovus.

The car is headed
north on Ferris.

The second perp fled on
foot. He's heading south.

Asian male, 30s,
with his hair in a bun.

What's going on?

Move the truck! Police.
Move the truck now!

Get out of the car.
Show me your hands.

Stop the vehicle now!

- Get out of the car now.
- Out of the vehicle now!

Out! Get out of the car now!

McClane accessed the
car's operating system

so he could control it remotely.

For someone at his
level, it's an easy hack.

Run an extended video canvass.

Will do, but facial
rec won't work

because his features
are out of alignment.

I guarantee you, he
messed up his own face

so we couldn't track him.

That's so metal.

You lied to us.

Look, Sebastian called
me the night he escaped.

He told me to meet him
with a car and bag of cash.

Said if I didn't, he'd...
he'd finish me off for good.

He threatened to kill you?

Not kill me, worse.

He's Constantine.

He still has a
legion of followers

and they can touch
everyone and everything

- that's ever touched me...
- Okay, I got it.

Where is he now?

I have no idea.

Sure about that?
You have no idea?

I...

This phone is from a
prison guard at Remsen.

On April 17th, May
11th, and June 15th,

McClane sent you text
messages from this phone.

Okay, yeah. He did.

- But it wasn't anything illegal.

Nothing about trying to escape.

He feels guilty about
that guy who died

When we hacked the Fed.

- The janitor?
- Yeah.

He wanted me to get in
touch with the guy's wife,

try to make amends.

Sure she'd love that.

I told him I can't get involved.

I... it's all there
in the texts.

Do you recognize this code?

No. What is it?

Don't worry about that,
just answer the question.

I... I already did.

Do you think
Constantine wrote it?

No, it's not his style.

The function calls,
the methods...

That's what I said.

Form and end form don't match
to Constantine's parameters.

It's unlikely he
would change that up.

This is like nothing
I've ever seen before.

What?

No. Do not make me do this.

- Jet, listen to me.
- I don't need his help.

I can do this myself.

BOTH: We know you can.

But the clock is ticking.

Look, we just want you to bring
in Adam Mintock to help you.

How am I supposed to find him?

- He lives off the grid.
- Yeah, not anymore.

We have him under house arrest.

Ankle monitor and everything.

- NYPD, open up.

Mintock.

Maldonado, I'm right
outside his front door.

Copy that.

He has an iris
scanner on the door.

So predictable.

- I'm inside.
- Standing by.

He hasn't shown his face yet,

but according to
his ankle bracelet,

he's in here somewhere.

Looks like he's
back to his old ways.

Evidence of identity fraud
all over the damn place.

- I'm coming in.

Hang on, he's very close.

There's something strange.

What the hell?

You didn't answer the door, so.

So you just let yourself in?

You know I can have you arrested

for breaking and entering.

And I could report you
for violating your parole.

'Scuse me.

Sorry, this is...

Kimiko. Kimiko, Sloot.

Sloot is a cop.

You're kidding me.

- It means...
- I know what it means.

You know, if you missed
me, you could have just called.

I came to ask for your
help with something,

but clearly it was a mistake

to think you would voluntarily
help out the good guys.

Look, about the
ankle bracelet...

I'm talking about
the forged documents

you have lying around
all over the place.

Judgmental much?

I work with a network
that helps abused women

escape domestic violence.

Arrest me.

So how can I save
your ass this time?

You heard about the
prison break upstate?

Assume I didn't.

I assiduously don't
watch the news.

Security system was hacked.

Hackers unlocked a
bunch of cells remotely.

Bravo. Brave
warriors taking down

the prison industrial
complex brick by brick.

Poetic.

We're fairly sure the
hack was orchestrated

by Sebastian McClane.

Constantine?

The feds are stepping things up.

They're under a lot of pressure.

Not just from Garcia.

The White House is
breathing down their necks.

FBI is bringing in
their own specialist

- to coordinate with the OCTF.
- What kind of specialist?

Sergeant Bell,
Detective Stabler,

Sanford Bennington from the FBI.

And, well, you already know...

Elliot, hold up. You
can't just walk out.

- I just did.
- Stabler, I'm sorry.

I know how you must feel.

My feelings have nothing
to do with anything.

He's making a fool of you.

Out of all of us.

Wheatley helped the FBI
arrest Vladimir Mikhailov,

chief architect of the
2020 U.S. election hack.

He's been their ace in the hole
for several high profile busts.

You could have given us a
heads up, Lieutenant Brewster.

You wouldn't have
showed up for the meeting.

Look, I know you don't want
to be anywhere near him.

Well, that's not
entirely true, is it?

Detective Stabler
has been stalking me.

Think he might even
be a little obsessed.

Which belies the premise
he doesn't want to be

anywhere near me.

But I do believe
the man is capable

of managing his emotions
on behalf of the greater good.

Detective, I don't
expect you to accept

or even believe that you
and I are on the same team.

But nonetheless, I've
been engaged by the FBI

to help solve this
most important case.

I doubt you did it
out of pure altruism.

Well, they are paying
me a boatload, that's true.

But I would do it for free.

Unlike Elliot here...

I don't hold grudges.

I don't hold a grudge.

Here's how it's gonna work.

You're gonna work
with our tech team.

I'll have a detective
pick you up at 4:00 p.m.

Just make sure
Lieutenant Brewster

has an address for you.

You want my home address?

Well, I know you're not
gonna tell us the truth

about where you're
living these days,

so just make sure it's an
address where you'll be waiting

for the pickup.

Detective Stabler,
there you are again.

Make sure he's not
carrying any tracking devices.

Empty handed.

Feel free to pat me down again.

They brought me
here in a blackout van.

I have no idea if I'm in
Brooklyn or Singapore.

We're good, Detective Stabler.

You do all your work
on this machine?

Yeah, why?

It is clunky AF.

It's powerful.

Well, hello evildoers
in Saratov, Russia.

Jet, you remember
Richard Wheatley.

He's now working with

the Federal Bureau
of Investigations.

Talk about sleeping
with the enemy.

Shut up.

He's here to help
you find the hackers.

We already found
them. They're in Russia.

Saratov, to be exact.

I doubt that.

Let me help you.

How are you?

Well, rehab is a bitch.

But I'm recovering. Slowly.

And you?

We're coming to terms.

Thanks for asking.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What can I get for you today?
- Nothing for me.

But have anything you want.

I'll have a cappuccino, please.

I want to ask if
you knew anything

about what Richard
Wheatley was up to

since becoming a free man.

I have no idea.

But even if I did,

I wouldn't tell you.

That's an interesting
thing to say to me.

Not as interesting
as "pack your bags

and get out of the safehouse.

The NYPD is no longer
offering you protection.

You're on your own.

Hope your ex-husband
doesn't try to kill you again".

I'm very sorry. I
know it happens.

He's no longer facing
trial, and the government

just won't pony up the
funds to protect you.

I know, I'm sorry. I tried.

I did too.

I did the... I did my
best in that courtroom.

- I know you did.
- Do you?

At that time...

I truly believed in you.

I thought you did
the best you could.

And now, Sebastian McClane.

That name ring a bell?

No. I... I don't know.

Used to go by Constantine.

I'm sorry.

My memory still isn't
what it used to be.

Thank you.

- No.

I can... I... no, I
can do it. Thank you.

Angela, be careful.

I'm okay.

I'm actually getting better.

I'm talking about
your ex-husband.

I know what he promises.

We both know what
he delivers in the end.

Be well.

It's almost like
witnessing a miracle.

- Am I late? Have I missed it?
- No, right on time.

So nice to see so
many friends here today.

When I was a boy,
I read everything

I could get my hands on.

Books, magazines,
even the Sears catalog,

which some of you
probably don't even know

what I'm talking about.

Tells you how old I am, eh?

Having grown up in
this very neighborhood

where scarcity is a way of life,

I hope that this library
we're finally building here

will be a source of all
kinds of abundance.

Gentlemen.

Leon Kilbride Community Library.

My hope is that this
library will nurture

the next generation
of readers, dreamers,

and doers. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you for coming.

Denise, Ayanna, thank you
so very much for coming out.

We wouldn't miss
this for the world.

- Aw.
- Congratulations, Congressman.

Leon, please.

Well, Leon, I'm from
this neighborhood too.

And you don't know
what it means to me

to see you doing
what you're doing.

Thank you.

Can you please take a photo of
me and these two lovely ladies?

Excuse me, Congressman.

We have to get going
to your next appointment.

Always, always. Denise.
Always good to see you.

- Of course.
- Ayanna.

I hope to see you soon.

Sorry.

He asked me to get
lunch with him and his wife

at the Red Rooster.

Perks of being a VP.

I guess.

He's fronting like this
library like it's something

he's doing on his own.

But I recognize a
lot of the guys there.

They work for Preston Webb.

Yeah, that's Julian Adams.

He's Webb's
construction foreman.

I don't know much about him

other than he doesn't like gays.

Well, I imagine that's not
an anomaly in Webb's circle.

Look,

right now all you gotta
do is watch and listen.

Kilbride trusting you
enough to make you his aide,

that's huge.

All right, I gotta get
back. Stay safe, okay?

Yeah, you too.

Congressman.
You're right on time.

Always, Julian.

- Everybody here?
- They are.

First things first.

Now I'm ready.

Wait here.

Listen up, fellas.

Every year, New York City awards

30% of its government contracts
to minority owned businesses.

That works out
to about a billion

in the pockets of
construction companies

like Preston Webb's.

That's why I made sure his firm

was awarded the
contract to build my library

and he, in turn,
hired all of you.

Now, they tell me if things
work out according to plan,

this library will cost
about 15 million to finish.

Now, the thing is...

We're not gonna
let them finish it.

I want delays. I
want work stoppages.

I want anything that
will drive the cost up.

Blame it on China, blame
it on the supply chain,

whatever.

Just make sure Webb has
reason to keep going back

and asking for more money.

Do you follow me?

- Yes, sir.
- You got it.

That's some nice work,
getting inside the VPN chain.

Did you borrow an
override command code

from the Department of Defense?

You told me nothing illegal.

It wasn't illegal.

It was quasi-legal.

I'm willing to bet that
Saratov, Russia's a misdirect.

That your hacker's
right here in New York.

And your smug
certainty is based on...

The fact Sebastian
McClane is here in New York.

That's a smart man.

All right, Mr. OG,
what do you suggest?

We run an OS INT
on the Russian IP?

That's not gonna work here.

Try tracing all the sockets
form the Saratov system.

We might be able to find
out who's on the back end.

Hello, friends.

We've been waiting on you.

- It's about time.
- What the hell is happening?

Now that we have your attention,

we command you
to deposit $500,000

in nontraceable cryptocurrency

to an account that will
appear on your screens

in exactly 30 seconds.

If payment is not
received within 12 hours,

many more inmates
will be released

from many more prisons
across the East Coast

of the United States of America.

What is that?

The Slavic black god of chaos.

Crnobog.

I doubt I can get there in
time to get the socket info.

- He's playing us.

He definitely was not
expecting me to invite him here.

He's scrambling.

Yeah, let's see where
he's gonna take this.

Balls.

Question. The ransom.

Why was it only 500,000?

- It's common that...
- It's a typical...

Jet.

It's a typical ransomware ploy.

The lower the
initial dollar amount,

the higher the likelihood
the mark will pay up.

If you pay up, they'll
hit you up again

and demand another
500K over and over

until they bleed you dry.

- So what do we do?
- That's easy.

You pay them.

Assuming we can even
get the money in the time

that they're giving us, why?

Inmates outnumber
guards ten to one.

I don't think you want
an incident of that scale

on your hands.

Detective Stabler
spoke to me not long ago

about my proprietary coin.

That's right, the one
that your daughter Dana

only has access to.

Cryptocurrency transactions
need a third party service

to convert money
back into U.S. dollars,

or any other global currency,

then transfer that money
into a bank account

they can draw from.

My coin contains a geotag
that can trigger an alert

when it's converted
and deposited

anywhere on the planet.

So you're saying?

Let me pay them.

Your assets are in forfeiture.

Well, $500,000 doesn't
rise to the level of assets.

I think I can
scrape it together.

May I have my phone?

All the tracking features
have been disabled

so don't even think
about dropping a pin.

- Done.

The ransom's paid.

How long before
we know if it worked?

It's up to them.

Could take days, hours, minutes.

In this case, they've
already accessed the money.

- I'll need the geotag...
- Just sent it to you.

Information.

Holy Cooter Brown.

Someone just withdrew
$800 of the ransom money

from an ATM in Queens.

Where is that in relation
to Saratov, Russia?

Tracked the suspect
from the ATM.

- He's inside the house.
- I have the warrant.

Is the block secured?

- Shots fired! Shots fired!

Everybody take cover!

Central, shots fired.

1365 Wichita Drive.

- I repeat, shots fired...

Anyone stationed in back?

Let's go.

Police! Don't move.

Don't move.

The hacker's name
is Carlos Martinez.

He's no mastermind.

He worked billing
at a dentist office.

The prison hack originated
from his computer,

but he was just
following a template.

Hired by a computerized
cypher, paid in Bitcoin,

claims not to know who
created the template.

It's unlikely it was McClane.

We know exactly where he
was at the time of the hack,

and he's had no computer access.

Who just paid the ransom?

Who just got a
commendation from the FBI

for helping them nail Martinez?

Wheatley.

You think Wheatley hired
Martinez then sold him out?

Man starts fire to take
credit for putting it out.

You can take the hood off now.

Well.

What do you think, my friend?

Did I make good
on my word or what?

You did. Kudos.

Now this is a recipe I
learned from my grandmother

back in the old country. Napoli.

Molto bene.

I chose a simple
Brunello di Montalcini.

Sebastian, this is
Angela, my wife.

Ex-wife.

Angela, this is...
what do you prefer?

Sebastian? Constantine?

Sebastian's fine.

It's an honor.

I've heard much about you.

Did I tell you how
Sebastian and I met

- on a...
- On a prison transfer bus

on your way from
MCC to Rikers, yes.

You remembered.

Your ex-husband
said that he had a plan

to bust me out of prison.

I thought he was crazy.

Richard's many things.

But he's not crazy.

But I can't take all the credit.

I lifted some of the code
written by the man himself

to accomplish the hack.

I wish I could have seen
the look on your face

when those cell doors
started popping open.

So what happens next?

First, we eat.

Then we talk.

You can stay here
tonight, but after that,

we're gonna have to keep
you on the move for a while.

Right now, you are the
most wanted man in America.

Chernobog. Is that
how you pronounce it?

Close enough.

Man starts fire.

I'm gonna prove it.