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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.

[dramatic music]

[thunking]

- Curtis McCrary, FBI.

- Junior Suarez's DNA
was found at the murder

of a HOA president?

- I'm glad that
bitch got killed.

- Must be some
mistake at the lab.

And these walls?
They move for no man.

- Inmates that get a request
for a hit from the outside,

so then they earn an
unofficial furlough.

- Junior Suarez, he
gets paid for one hit

when none of the other
convicts get paid for theirs.

So the money that
he sends his sister

had to have been earned from
somewhere else... where?

- What can you tell me
about your attacker?

- [sobbing] He knew my name.

- When he was done,
he took a selfie.

- We're looking at some kind
of market for revenge rape.

- I had nothing to do
with Maria being attacked.

- OC is working two murders.

DNA from both scenes
matches one of our rapes.

Maria Varga.

- I think you and I are
working the same case

from opposite ends.

- Okay, partner.

Olivia Benson, meet
Rachel Lee Sprague.

- Your HOA lady.
- Mm-hmm.

- Talk about an outlier.

- 57-year-old female,
Staten Island,

murdered by a BX9
inmate, Junior Suarez,

who goes on to rape your nanny.

- Okay, uh...
- Smells bad, doesn't it?

- Uh, yeah, it does.

Kind of like a cop who hasn't
showered in a couple days.

- Hmm.

Well, look, you know,
I just... [sighs]

Where did that end?

- You talk to the neighbors?

- Mm-hmm. They all hated her.

- Why?
- Power trip.

You know, she was a stickler,

so she was fining
people left and right

about the small
stuff in fractions.

My mother, Detective Bernie,

thinks that she was acting out,

she was in pain because she'd
recently lost her husband.

- You're wearing your
wedding ring again.

[soft dramatic music]

- I'm not Rachel Lee Sprague.
I found it in a drawer.

And don't do that.

You're doing that with the eyes,

with the head cock and
the dime-sized pupils.

- It's called empathy.

♪

- [sighs]

I saw her.

♪

Kathy.

- Okay. Where?

- Over there,

sitting down in
a... hospital gown.

Just kind of, like,
waiting to be interrogated.

- [sighs]

Well, maybe she wanted
to interrogate you.

- I'm not losing my mind.

- Okay.

Well, El, you know,

if there's, um, one
thing that I've learned

after all these years,
it's that, um...

if we don't deal with our
trauma, the world will.

- I'm not a victim.

♪

- But you are a survivor.

♪

And sometimes,
that's just as hard.

♪

- We need to find out

who paid Suarez to
do these things.

- [inhales deeply]

So let's head back
up to Green Haven.

- Good.
- Good.

In the meantime,

I would get some sleep.

♪

- Yo, yo, why you making a mess?

- 'Cause we know you had a
cell phone in there somewhere.

- We're not allowed.

- So this girl...

your DNA is all
over her rape kit.

[items clattering]

- Yo, this is my home,
man! Take it easy!

- Yo.

How'd you get the
job to rape her?

There it is. You see that?
- I certainly did.

Like a little boy
who just stole a 20

out of his mama's purse.

- What are you gonna do? I'm
already in jail for life.

- Junior, who paid you?

- I was moonlighting.

Like you cops do when you
work security at Walmart.

- Found something.

- That's not mine.
- It's not?

No?
- [chuckles]

- Well, then you won't
mind if we take it with us.

- [sputters]

- Let's go to the
prison library,

check out the computers.

[sputters]

[soft suspenseful music]

♪

- Yo, yo, yo, yo!

My parole documents
are in there, man!

- I already took your eye.

Don't make me take
your tongue, too.

♪

Captain Benson.

♪

- 100 or so open rapes

perpetrated by known
BX9 recruiters.

Oscar Papa put
the hit out on me.

- I'm sorry you were hurt...
- Mom!

- It pains me more that
your son was traumatized...

- If you say one more
word about my son,

it will be your last.

[tense music]

♪

- You are like
ASMR for the soul.

♪

- Is there a problem?

- We were just on Questlaw,
doing legal research.

- Yeah, well, that's
gonna have to wait.

- Who are these guys?

- Well, this charmer right here

likes to decorate trees
with women's misery.

- Were you why I had to go
up to Woodstock and get Noah?

That who you are?

- [chuckles]

- Huh?

- [chuckles] Keep doing
what you're doing.

- Yeah?

[loud clattering]
- Hey! Elliot.

Stop.

♪

- Captain, I'm glad you got
somebody who cares for you.

♪

You deserve that.

♪

- I wish you hadn't done that.

- If someone tried to kill me...
- I'd kill him.

- Well, then, compared to you,
I showed remarkable restraint.

- He gave me his
word. Noah is safe.

Protect the case, not me.

- [scoffing] He gave
you his word? Okay.

Look, these guys are not
gonna tell us who hired 'em.

- Neither can
Rachel Lee Sprague.

- All right, well,

while Jet is working
the computers,

maybe Bell can meet with the
one person who cantalk...

Your rape victim.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Sarge, Maria Varga's here.

Rape vic Benson sent us.

- Yeah, let her in.

Hi, Maria. I am Sergeant
Bell. Have a seat.

[door clicks]

Did SVU tell you why we
wanted to meet with you?

- Captain Benson said

there might be a
break in my rape case.

What's it have to do
with organized crime?

- Well, we have
reason to believe

that what happened to you

may have involved
money changing hands.

- Are you saying someone
paid to have me raped?

- And we want to stop it from
happening to someone else.

- [sighs]

- If I showed you some pictures,

would you be able to point
out the man who attacked you?

[soft somber music]

♪

- That's him. That's
the man who raped me.

He didn't even try
to hide his face.

- That's very helpful.
Thank you, Maria.

- The original detectives said

that there was some sort
of mix-up at the lab,

that the DNA on my kit
belonged to some guy in prison.

- Yeah, he was in prison
and they let him out.

- To hurt me?

- That's what we're
investigating.

- [sighs]

- I'm really sorry.

I know this is difficult,

but is there anybody
in your life,

maybe a man you rejected,

that would've paid
to see you raped?

- I told SVU there
are no men in my life.

- Well, SVU mentioned that

you had a sexual relationship
with your previous employer.

- Yeah. Derek. We
slept together once.

- Is there any reason he
might want to hurt you?

♪

- Maria ID'd Junior
Suarez as her rapist,

but she's never
met the guy before.

- We already know that
Suarez didn't get this job

out of the Green
Haven whisper network.

He got it from an
outside source,

so the question is how and who?

- What about the guy
Maria nannied for?

- Derek Scully?
- Mm-hmm.

- SVU interviewed
him. He denied it.

- Yeah. Jet, did we get
anything off the phone

that we found in Suarez'
cell this morning?

- Some Bitcoin transfers. 25k.

- The Bitcoin, he
turned it into cash

and gave it to his sister.

- Where'd the Bitcoin come from?

- All anonymous.
Went through a mixer.

- Pretty sophisticated
for a mid-level banger.

- How 'bout the computers

that we got out of the
Green Haven library?

- Drives are clean, mostly.

Prison system puts censorship
protocols on all its computers.

- Anything else?
- Yes.

Some enterprising, young
banger jerry-rigged the port.

Probably used for an
external hard drive

to bypass proxy servers.

- That's how they
got to the internet.

- Mm-hmm.
- Email, social media?

- Anything and everything.
- So Junior Suarez might've

gotten the job to rape
Maria online after all.

- Mm.

- Whelan and I can head
back to Green Haven,

try and find that
external drive.

- I think it's long gone.
Suarez knows we're onto him.

But... [clears throat]

How 'bout if we approach
this from the opposite end?

Meaning?

- Get Derek Scully's computer

to see if he had
contact with Suarez.

- What do you say?

- We're gonna need an
electronic search warrant.

- Mm-hmm.
- So I'll reach out to the ADA.

You two, I need you to pay
a visit to the Scullys.

[soft dramatic music]

- I don't understand. You
want Derek's computer?

- Not just his.

We're here for every laptop,
iPad, phone in the house.

- We'll also be
stopping by your office

and confiscating
your devices as well.

- A'ight, come on in.
- May I see the warrant?

- Yeah. You can show
us where to look

or we'll be happy to redecorate.

- You should see the last place.

They tore that thing
down to the studs.

- I already told SVU

I had nothing to do
with Maria's rape.

- He was here with me all night.

- Well, that may be true,

but somebody paid for
Ms. Varga to be raped.

- Mm-hmm, since we have
no other suspects...

- What, you're just here
to destroy our family?

- Derek, why don't
you make this easier

on your wife and kids and
come talk to us in the car?

- So you can arrest me?

- So you're saying
there's a reason for that?

- Look, this whole thing

is straight out of
some kind of nightmare.

It's clear someone's
setting me up.

You think I wanted
to get Maria raped?

- Considering your
recent affair.

The anger you must've
felt when it ended...

- Stop!

You don't need to take
Derek's computer or his iPad.

You can just take mine.

[tense dramatic music]

- To be clear,

my client is in no way
associated with BX9,

a murder-for-hire
scheme in Green Haven,

or a Junior Suarez.

- We're not saying she is.

She's just a normal,
everyday wife and mother.

- As well as being
an accessory to rape.

- I'm not a rapist.

I'm not, I'm not!

- That may very well
be true, Ms. Scully,

but right now, you're
facing a rape one charge.

- Can't you do something?
- While you were home,

tucking your children into bed,

the woman who used to care
for them was being raped.

- With the kids that
she now nannies for

right in the next room.

- Now, that is dark,
even for a sociopath.

[soft tense music]

- Where'd you get your
psychology degree?

- 30 years of human depravity.

- All right, look.

We're getting ahead
of ourselves here.

Ms. Scully is in possession

of invaluable
material information.

- And before she spills it,
you want to make a deal.

- I'm a defense attorney.
That's how this works.

She talks, you give
some concessions.

- What's the ask?

- Total indemnification.

♪

- For facilitating
rape? Try again.

- Okay, how about this?

She tells us
everything she knows

and then we tell you
how valuable it is.

♪

- Okay.

Why did you hire Junior
Suarez to rape your ex-nanny?

- [sighs softly]

She slept with my husband.

- Oh, so it was
purely vindictive?

♪

- Derek and I are trying.

My life will never be the same.

- Well, neither will hers, now.

- I don't even
know Junior Suarez.

- So how'd you get
in touch with him?

- He... [sighs]

A woman at work heard me
crying in the bathroom...

and she told me about a website.

It's called Shadowerk.

- Shadowerk. Umlauts.

- German?

I'm guessing this isn't a
site you just stumble across.

- You need a Tor browser.

And you need to be invited.

- How's it work?

- It's like Kickstarter.

But for human depravity.

- Hmm.

- You pay in Bitcoin and a
total stranger takes the job.

- So weaponized anonymity?

- To hide rape, murder.

- Whatever... you want done.

- Okay, are we satisfied?

- [sighs]

You want indemnity?

Invite us in.

♪

- Gretchen Scully isn't
gonna be arrested, is she?

- Well, it's not my favorite
aspect about the case,

but yeah, if she cooperates.

- Access to the site is key.

- I'm only asking because

I think it's better if
we don't process her.

- Why?

- Because anyone who runs
a murder-for-hire site

is bound to be
pretty sophisticated.

- You think they might have eyes

on the NYPD booking server?

- That's what I would
do if I was them.

- Noted.

- You almost in?

- Registering a username, and...

[ominous music]

♪

- Goodness.
- Gretchen wasn't kidding.

- Uber Eats for violent crime.

- And there's a whole
lot of open jobs.

Look at this.

Someone wants to break a
rival cheerleader's legs.

- Is there a page
for completed jobs?

- Yeah, right here.
[mouse clicks]

- There's Maria Varga.

- I'll let Benson know.

- And your HOA president,
Rachel Lee Sprague.

♪

- So once again,
the Pareto Principle

turns out to be right.

- 20% of the perps
commit 80% of the crimes.

- Hang on.
[mouse clicks]

Her murder was crowdfunded.

Shows nine anonymous users.

- And I think I know exactly
what street they live on.

[tense music]

♪

- So which one of these NIMBYS
do you think is the ringleader?

- Well, obviously, we won't know

until we look at
their computers,

but if I were to guess,
I'd say Julius next door.

♪

Rachel kept fining him for
leaving his Hanukkah lights up.

- Oh. My neighbors
hate when I do that.

- And you wonder why

your invite to the holiday
party always gets lost.

- My taxes put
bread on your table.

You high-stepping
gestapo bastard!

[grunts]

Hey, I want your name
and badge number!

[engine turns over]

♪

To think it all started
with an election sign.

- Trump-Biden, or?

- No, the homeowner's
association.

Rachel was a bitch before
she won, but afterwards?

She was an unholy terror.

- Power just went to her head.

- Yeah, we all have
a Rachel in our life.

- Phyllis Jackson would've
been a better choice

for HOA leadership, but, uh,

neighborhood didn't
think it was ready

for a lesbian president.

- So you all had Rachel killed?

- Shadowerk.

[tense music]

You're familiar with it, right?

♪

- Vinny, our treasurer,
knew about it.

He's an IT guy in the city.

- Okay, so how does that work?

You get together at a barbecue
and start talking about murder?

- It was a Shabbat dinner.

- How much did you pitch in?

- Me? 500.

I thought it was a joke.

- Well, it wasn't.

Just ask Rachel Lee
Sprague's daughter.

- Yeah. She's
arranging a burial.

- Rachel had a kid?
- Mm.

- I didn't know.

Am I going to jail for this?

- [sighs]

Well, the bright side is, now
you'll have new neighbors.

- Guys, it's urgent.

♪

- I made a real-time heatmap

to track all these
revenge-for-hire jobs.

[suspenseful music]

- These the open jobs?

- Japan, Belgium...
- A few dozen countries.

- What's with the swords?

- Katanas, the neckbeard
weapon of choice.

- Neckbeard?

- Kinda guy who lurks
on Reddit all day,

fingers coated in a faint
patina of Cheeto dust.

- Okay, so we're not looking
at an international ring

of techno-jihadists?

- My guess, based
on the umlaut alone,

the guy's a total chode.

Katana with no blood
means a job's been taken,

but not yet completed.

- So when there is
blood, let me guess.

[computer chimes]

- Population of Kyoto
just dropped by one.

- [sighs] This is
bigger than us.

The feds are gonna have to
handle the rest of the country.

- And overseas?

- Interpol. Used to deal
with them a lot in Vice.

There's an agent I worked
pretty closely with

on my old DEA task force.

- Make a call.
- All right.

[computer chimes]

- Someone just
took a job nearby.

- Throgs Neck.

- After someone's
accepted a job,

what's the window of opportunity

to have that completed?

- Timer starts at 24
hours, then ticks down.

- I'm assuming bad things
happen when it gets to zero.

- If it's not completed,

it just keeps getting
re-listed until it is.

- Well, you and me...
Let's go to the Bronx

and, uh, get there before
whoever accepted it does.

- Any way to shut
this thing down?

- It's decentralized,

bouncing off multiple computers.

Whoever designed it is trying
really hard to stay anonymous.

- So how do we find him?

- Well, a name would help.

- [sighs] And there's nothing
associated with the site?

- No.

[keyboard clacking]

But those selfies
Benson mentioned,

they gotta be emailed somewhere.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- [groans]

- What's the matter?
Coffee's no good?

- Tastes like
Chock Full O' Nuts.

- Then why'd you bring us here?

- I always just cover
it with sugar anyway.

- Look, Mr. Longo, someone
put a hit out on you.

- Any ideas?

[sugar clacks]

- I got three ex-wives.

- Okay. You want to
narrow that down for us?

- Why does the NYPD care
about a hit on a guy like me?

Shouldn't you be out making
quality-of-life collars

like every other hump
with a badge in this city?

- We're glad you hold
us in such high regard.

- We're Organized Crime.

We think the hit is part
of something larger.

- An online thing.

- What, you mean like
Facebook or something?

- You ever hear of Shadowerk?

It's a website where
people get paid for, uh,

freelance hits.

- That's stupid.

When I was coming up,

about 40 years ago,

we did hits the
old-fashioned way.

- That a confession?
- I'm kidding.

- Are you gonna
cooperate with us or not?

- Yeah, 'cause we need to catch
whoever's coming to kill you.

- So you can flip him and find
out who's paying him and why.

- More or less.

- Well, how much are
you gonna pay me?

- What do you mean, pay you?
We're trying to save your life.

Can you believe this guy?
- No.

- [chuckles] All
right, we tried.

- No! Come on, come on, guys.

Sit down, come on, relax.

Take it easy.
I'll help you out.

Relax.

- You'll help us?

- What do you want me to do?

- [sighs]

- Got a clear view of
Longo's front door.

- Any other entry points?

- Just the window, but
it's a long way down.

- All right. Nothing
at the door. All clear.

- Yo!

You crazy. Who you talking to?

- Vladimir Putin.
He lives right here.

You hear him?

- Here. It's good.
My mom just made it.

- Oh, man. That's
really sweet.

Hey.

♪

[sniffs]

Mm.

- How you holding up, Gary?

- I lost money on the
Wood Memorial Stakes

out at Aqueduct,
but I'm all right.

[munching sounds]

- Yo, Reyes, what's up
with all the chewing?

- Some kid gave me a sandwich.

[munching sounds]

♪

- We got a Core Global guy

pulling into the
front of the building.

♪

Shaky.

- Yeah, I'd be shaky, too,

if I was delivering packages
in this neighborhood.

- It was a deal.

- I bet.

[phone chimes]
- That's him. What should I do?

- You expecting anything?

- Other than a
non-negligible part

of my self-esteem
wrapped up in how much

this scumbag is getting
paid to kill me, no.

- Well, I hate to break it to
you, but it's only 2 grand.

- Jesus Christ! That's it?

- Just buzz him in.

- All right, everybody
get ready to move in.

♪

[phone beeps]

[door buzzes]

♪

[elevator dings]

♪

[elevator dings]

[knocks on door]

- Core Global!

- I'll sign for it.

You must be delivering that
SIG Sauer P229 I ordered.

- Hey. Police.
Don't move. NYPD.

- Leave it on the ground now.

- Before you end up
there too. Come on.

♪

- Do you think I
can make a call?

[suspenseful music]

Where am I going?
- Relax.

♪

- [grunts]

- 2 grand? You were planning
to end me for 2 grand?

What cheap son of
a bitch sent you?

- Back off, back
off. Relax, relax.

Son...

[sighs] What's your name?

- Josh.

- Josh, you have no
future in this business.

- But you can change...

what is about to happen to you.

♪

- How long am I gonna be here?

- It's attempted murder, Josh,
not the express checkout line.

- I wasn't even gonna do
it. I wasn't, I wasn't!

- Mm-hmm.

So why'd you sign
up for the job?

- I-I needed the money.

The ad said he kept a
bunch of cash in the house.

- So you were just
gonna rob the guy?

What'd you need
that much cash for?

- I'm saving up.
- Right. For what?

- An engagement ring.

[soft tense music]

- Well, Josh, we might be
able to cut you a deal.

♪

- [sighs] I'm listening.

- You got the hit
through Shadowerk.

So you were supposed
to take a selfie

over the victim's body, correct?

- I told you I wasn't gonna
kill the guy. I wasn't!

- We know what you told us,
but we want you to help us.

So you were gonna
send that selfie to?

- No Bitcoin without
proof, right?

♪

- Everything goes through
this guy named Hyakunin Giri.

- Japanese guy associated
with a German site?

- Yeah. I guess.

[knock at door]

- Sarge, his mother's here.

♪

- Jail must be looking pretty
good for you right about now.

♪

- [sighs] See what you can
find on this email account.

Some guy named Hyakunin Giri.

- [sighs]

Where is Josh? Can I see him?

- [sighs] Ms. Crocklin,

we apprehended your son in the
middle of an attempted murder.

- What are you talking about?

My Josh is just a kid.

- He's 27.

Do you recognize this?

- Looks familiar.
- Well, it should.

Because it's registered to you.

- Josh can't remember to put
his clothes in the hamper,

and you're telling me that

he stole the gun that I
use for home protection

and was going to use it
in some sort of murder?

- There's a website he found

that can explain
some of his behavior.

♪

Look, Josh doesn't
have a record.

He's been very cooperative,
so if he keeps it up,

we might be able to
make some kind of deal.

[soft somber music]

- What do you need?

- His computer.

[camera shutter clicks]
- All right, cool.

- Wait. We're done here?

- Yeah. Yeah, we're good.
- What? What, that's it?

You guys are leaving?
- Yeah.

You'll be fine. Relax.
- Yeah?

Is that what you say to all
your attempted murder victims?

- Look, after this photo,

you'll be marked
dead on the site.

- Look.
[scoffs]

Can't you guys put me

in witness protection
or something?

- Look, Gary, like I said,
the guy's in custody.

You're no longer a target, okay?

None of this rises to
the level of WITSEC.

- Yeah, but my address
is already out there.

Every scumbag with Wi-Fi
is gonna come looking

for the money I got
stashed under my mattress.

- Have you ever
thought about retiring?

- Where?
- You got family out of town?

- My sister in Fort Lauderdale.

- Attaboy.

There we go. All right?

Pack up.

We'll drive you to the airport.

♪

- We're closing in on the guy,

and obviously, I'll keep
you up-to-date on it.

Yeah. Look, hold on.

So Captain Benson
has just informed me

they arrested four individuals

who ordered the rape of
their exes on the site.

- That's great.
- Yeah.

- It's official. Reyes
is a paid killer.

[computer chimes] One
just popped up in Sydney.

Nothing normalizes
violent crimes

like a good user interface.

- Well, according to
Reyes' contact at Interpol,

the cops at Antwerp
intercepted that hit in Belgium

that we came across.
- This is good news.

- And where the hell
have you two been?

- Whelan and I
just put Gary Longo

on a flight to Florida.

- Mm. Fate worse than death.

- You get anything on
that Core Global kid?

- Yeah, his computer.
- And we got the email address

of the guy we sent
that fake selfie to.

- Who is he?

- Name's Hyakunin Giri.
And we got his IP address.

Server's located
in Dublin, Ohio.

- It's like you said, though.

The guy's site is decentralized,

so it's bouncing from
multiple computers.

- Well, the real question is,

is he physically
in Dublin, Ohio?

- Only one way to tell.

Get a court order to surveil
the physical address.

- In Ohio?
- Out of our jurisdiction.

- But it's not out of McCrary's.

- Yeah, and he does owe us.

We got Uncle Sam's
$2 million back.

- It's a good place to start.
- Yeah. All right.

[computer chimes]
- Oh!

Reyes' fake hit registered.

♪

And 2 grand just hit Josh
Conklin's crypto account,

along with a gif.

- Guess he's not
just some neckbeard

trying to make a few bucks.

- No, he's a psychopath that
wants to watch the world burn.

- [sighs]

.

- Alamut Castle, a
mountain fortress

located in what is
present-day Iran.

It's legendary for its gardens,

but also known as

the fabled birthplace
for modern terrorism.

Does anyone know
what "Alamut" means?

- Yeah?
- "Eagle's nest." In Farsi.

- Also known as the
Nest of Punishment.

But, uh, this isn't about birds.

This is about one man's
very dangerous idea.

Hasan-e Sabbah, the man
that owned Alamut Castle,

also invented
modern-day assassin.

So his legend goes he
would go into the village,

recruit young men, invite
them back to dinner,

and have them drugged.

And they would wake
up in his lush gardens

with fountains filled with
wine and nude maidens...

72 nude maidens...

- Sounds like paradise to me.
- [chuckles] Okay.

Yeah, well, the men
believed they had died

and gone to paradise.

After living like
that for a few weeks,

Sabbah would have them
drugged once again

and they would wake
up at his table,

rudely yanked back
into normal life.

And then he would offer
them a way back to paradise.

Um, is anyone...

anyone able to articulate why

this was such an effective
method of warfare?

[soft dramatic music]

♪

Yeah, sir?

- Well, if you can
convince someone

that their death has more
value than their life...

- Go on.

- You create a very
dangerous individual.

♪

Well, first of all,
congratulations.

Happily married and
three kids, huh?

- Did not think that
was on my bingo card.

- Yeah, well, I'm happy.

For you and for Carisi.

[sighs] Does Liv know?

Word on the street is Carisi
couldn't keep his mouth shut.

So she left me a message, but...

- So you owe her a call?
- Yeah.

Um, how can I help you?

- Well, we're tracking
someone who has started

a revenge-for-hire
factory online.

- I'm intrigued.
- You need a Tor browser.

And it's a...

A site that posts murders
and rapes-for-hire.

They upload the
vic's information

and whoever wants it,

they got 24 hours
to complete the job.

- Then what?

- They take a selfie for proof

that it has, in
fact, been completed,

they hash it so it
remains anonymous,

and get paid in crypto.

- And you can't
take down the site

until you know who built it.

- We have a name.
Hyakunin Giri.

- Uh...
- Yeah, I googled it.

The Japanese competition.

- Right, where the
goal of the contest

is to see who can kill
100 people with one sword.

I did a lecture on that, too.

- We have an address.
Dublin, Ohio.

- And you want to
know who lives there?

- I feel as though it's
a lot like the, uh,

the mindset of that Sabbah
guy that you were discussing.

- Hmm.
- Weaponizing individuals.

Turning strangers,
even people without

any kind of criminal background
into murderers and rapists.

- Right. Well, there's
a thrill there.

- Mm-hmm?
- It's someone who feels

completely powerless
in his own life.

He's looking to create chaos

like a toddler knocking
down a block castle.

Yeah, they get to
feel in control.

- Mm.

[sighs]

I gotta tell you,

you looked way more excited here

than you did in
that lecture hall.

♪

How long have you been bored?

- The truth?
- Well, you could lie to me,

but I do interrogate
people for a living.

- I love the students,

but I do miss the feeling
of solving a good mystery.

- Carisi know?

- That I'm bored?

I mean... [sighs]

No, it'd break his heart.

He's the one that
got me the job.

- How 'bout Liv?
- [sighs]

You, of all people,

should know how she reacts
when people leave her.

- I see your quandary.

Well, hell, I've
lived your quandary.

[sighs]

Well, I think you and
I can help each other.

- How's that?

- I bring a little bit more
mystery into your life.

- [chuckles]
- And, uh,

you work up a psych profile
on this Hyakunin Giri.

♪

- All right.
[phone beeps]

- Jet?

- That fed McCrary is
here, and he's pissed.

- Well, okay. You
want to tell me why?

- There's a new hit on the site.

I just sent you the info.

[phone buzzes]
- [sighs]

[dramatic music]

- Barbara Zeigler.
Federal judge?

- Not just any judge.
She's a personal friend.

- Explains how you got

the electronic surveillance
warrant so fast.

- Now I can't get a hold of her.

- The unfortunate
part of all this

is that now, some
guy in Dublin, Ohio

knows we're monitoring him.

- Now he's monitoring us.

- Can't say I didn't warn you.

- You were worried about
the NYPD booking services,

not federal warrant systems.

- Judge Zeigler's
office, please.

- Got Unis on the
way to her house now.

- Any response from
Zeigler herself?

- No. She's not picking up.

Her clerk says she
stopped for lunch,

but the restaurant says
she's not there, either.

- Five Bitcoin. What's
that worth right now?

- About $130,000.
- That's a big incentive.

- Yeah, we gotta
get to her first.

- You two, call
the local precinct.

Try to get them
to trace the route

from that restaurant to home.

[elevator dings]

♪

- [sighs]

- Tragedy struck just moments
ago in downtown Manhattan

when a federal judge
was shot and killed

while driving in her car.
The police have not...

- Another quasi-civilized
person-turned-murderer?

- [sighs] For all we know,

the mastermind who may
or may not be in Dublin

likely ordered the hit.

- Well, he just took it to
another level with Zeigler.

It's personal.

- El, Ayanna.

The judge is dead?

- Yeah. She was McCrary's
personal friend.

So I'ma go check on him.

I'll link up with
you guys later.

- Okay.

- Why?

- Well, we think it's
a paid hit in response

to an electronic surveillance
warrant that she issued for us.

- This guy's
looking for somebody

to rise to this challenge.

- Well, challenge accepted.

Jet has an IP address

out of an escrow
office in Dublin, Ohio.

We're waiting on a warrant
for physical surveillance.

- Okay, good. So
we're slow-playing it.

- Mm-hmm.

If we're hasty, he just
gets a Tor address,

he sets up his operation
somewhere else,

and we're back to square one.

- Ugh, Ohio.
- Yeah.

- Feds are gonna have
to run point on that.

- That would be McCrary,
and Bell would be with him.

- All right. What about
international crimes?

- Interpol through a
contact that Reyes has.

- Well, if they need any
resources or need space,

let 'em know they can
set up shop with us.

- Yeah, and there's someone else

I'd like to involve in the case.

With your blessing, I
think she'd be an asset.

- What acronym?
- There is none.

She's out of the private sector.

- Okay. Who is it?

- Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt.

- Amanda?

- Hey. I-I can wait.
I'm just double parked.

- Well, congratulations,
by the way.

- Surprise.
- Not really.

Carisi can't keep a secret.

- Yeah, he's a great
lawyer, not a great witness.

- No. He breaks
under pressure.

- Yeah.

[soft music]

I've been meaning to call you.

- So I had Rollins, uh,
work up a psych profile

of the guy we're after.

- Okay. Surprises all around.

- Get down to business?

- Yeah, so you're looking
for someone Caucasian,

younger, mid-20s.

He's disaffected,
disenfranchised,

antisocial, highly intelligent,

and from a lower-middle
class family.

But he's more sophisticated
than the expectations

put on him from
those around him,

and he's frustrated
with that social circle.

He'd be fine socially with
people older or younger,

but as it is,

he might be entirely
devoid of friends

from his own peer group.

- Okay. Anything else?

- Well, I think it's safe to say

that he's got a
fascination with systems.

And he sees the
whole world as one,

and it's been cruel to him.

He understands the
criminal pathology

that's lurking within himself.

The site is a call of the void

for others who might
have similar thoughts,

but are afraid to act on them.

- In fear of being caught.
- Yeah.

He's weaponized anonymity...

and he'll do
anything to keep it.

- [sighs]
- That's for sure.

[tense music]

♪

- Any questions?

♪

[wolf howls]