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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.

Hey, man, that's where I sit.

Move.

Hey!

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.

- Wow.
- 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.

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.

Hey.

Hey, 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.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what's going on, huh?

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!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

♪

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.
- Mm.

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. Uh, 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 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 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.

- Hmm?
- Mm? 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 for coming.

Hey.

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.

Wow.

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.

Oh, 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.

♪

[voice distorted]
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.
- Mm-hmm.

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?

- Oh, it's common that--
- Oh, 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.

We 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.

Mmm, 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.

Ah, you remembered.

Your ex-husband said
that he had a plan

to bust me out of prison.

I thought he was crazy.

Oh, 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 in America.

Chernobog.
Is that how you pronounce it?

Close enough.

♪

Man starts fire.

I'm gonna prove it.

♪