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Hi, I'm Jeffrey Tanner.

Welcome to Sophe.

We all know the Internet
changed the world.

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.

Previously on Wisdom of the Crowd...

I have evidence that leads me to believe

the cops have
incarcerated the wrong man.

This is not the kind of distraction
that we need right now.

The more they start loving this,
the more they're gonna

start to believe
that Jeffrey's actually right

and Mia's killer is still out there.

You've been divorced nine years,
you don't owe him anything.

How can you be so sure

that Carlos Ochoa

wasn't the secret boyfriend?

Because Carlos wasn't a secret.

- We've got something.
- About Mia?

No, something new.

"Has anyone seen Antoine Reddick?"

Is that blood?!

We don't know anything for sure yet.

Can you please help us?

- People are responding.
- He's alive.

We need paramedics, but he's alive.

Someone sent this photo.

Your daughter with some guy

- who could be anybody.
- Or he could be the one

walking out of her place
the night she was murdered.

I checked all the arrests
from Berkeley that night.

Ryan Booth...

Same shirt as in the picture.

Tattoos match, too.

Can I put this on Sophe?

Well, that's up to you.

Dude, you have got to
be the most expensive

data entry clerk in the Valley.

It's not data entry,
it's data translation.

From what, hard copy to .txt?

These are old crime stats
from the state archives.

See... don't touch that...
every police department

reports crime data
in a different format.

Please stop.

So we've got to convert
all of it to a uniform schema.

Luckily, it's something
crowds are good at.

In fact, right now, I've got 2,187 users

- helping with data verification...
- I take it back.

- ...and conversion.
- You're not just a clerk.

You are the king of all data entry.

What do we need with these
old police reports, anyway?

We are bootstrapping
Sophe's machine learning.

By having her input crime data,
her pattern-matching algorithms

can analyze old cases,
see if there's any links

between Mia's murder and past crimes.

Then we feed those links back
into the crowd for verification.

It's like a perfect, symbio...

What?

It's saying these
three cases are connected.

But they don't have
anything to do with Mia.

Where's Tanner?

He's dealing with something.

Ryan Booth.

Did Mia ever mention
anything about him to you?

No, not that I can remember. Why...?

Mia's friend Lori Meyers

said that Mia had a secret boyfriend.

Someone that she was scared of.

- That no one knew about.
- Mm-hmm.

I've gone through all the conversations

that I've had with Mia a thousand times.

If she had said something to me
about a person like this,

I would've told the police.
I don't r... I don't know

- who this guy is.
- Okay, what about "sports shop"?

"Sports" what? I don't...

Lori overheard Mia say that to him.

It could be a-a nickname,
a place he worked.

Okay, Jeffrey.

You need to stop this.

Please.

Listen to me, for as long
as we've been divorced,

I've always cared about you.

But you're spiraling right now.

- I'm spiraling?
- You're s... The police

have caught our daughter's murderer.

- Carlos Ochoa?
- Yeah.

No. No.

I looked him in the eye in that prison,

and that is not how he felt about Mia.

You went to visit
Carlos Ochoa in prison?

Because I needed to know the truth.

There isn't a part of you
that doesn't wonder?

Of course there is.

I miss her every single day.

And if I thought any of this were true,

I would... I would stand next to you,

and I would tell the police
they're wrong.

But they're not.

We looked at the crime scene photos.

Yeah.

Okay, we sat through the trial.

And we had to ID our
daughter's body together.

Jeffrey, I can't keep
reliving this anymore.

I am begging you to stop chasing ghosts.

This isn't a ghost.

This is a drug addict with
a violent criminal record,

caught on camera
assaulting our daughter.

Honey...

And I am gonna find him.

Yeah, that's right. "Booth."

B-O-O-T-H.

No, I'm looking for whatever you have.

He's a person of interest
in a case down here.

So I was hoping that...

Yeah. Yeah, of course I'll hold.

Again.

Working a case?

You're a cop.
What does the evidence say?

For us? Or are you moonlighting
for Jeffrey Tanner again?

H-Hello?

Th... nothing?

Really?

Yeah, thank you.

Apparently, neither.

You do know your job
is to take care of the cases

on your desk, right?

My job, Lieutenant,

is to solve crimes.

And in case you forgot,

Tanner's helped us take down

two pretty big ones in the past week.

Look, Tommy, I'm just trying
to help you out, okay?

If the brass catch on that
you're helping Jeffrey Tanner

undermine a closed murder case...

Your closed murder case.

Whatever.

I'm just saying.

Where are you going?

To do my job.

It's been three days.

We still have nothing on Ryan Booth?

It takes time. If he's out
there, we'll find him.

In the meantime, you're not
gonna believe what Sophe's done.

- What?
- Well...

we've been building out the system

by having Sophe look at links

between Mia's murder and past crimes.

And?

Unfortunately, we didn't find any.

But we did find this.

Ten months ago, a woman named Mei Chang

was murdered in an alley

down in Hunters Point in San Francisco.

Two weeks later, Ramon Ortiz

was found in a field in San Bruno.

A month after that, Olivia Medina

was shot and killed over in Alameda.

The San Bruno and Alameda
victims were both shot.

CBI linked the murders
through ballistics,

but Mei Chang, the Hunters Point
victim, was suffocated.

SFPD ruled it
as a random act of violence.

And I'm guessing that
Sophe says otherwise.

Yeah. Our cluster-weighted
modeling engine inferred

an 81% likelihood that
all three cases are related.

And when we put it

to the crowd to eliminate

any coincidental overlaps,
the links only got stronger.

Anyone notify the SFPD?

I did. Cavanaugh
should be here any minute.

Lemon-ginger-beet.

It'll clear your head.
You want some, Detective?

I'm not a big beet guy, actually.

All right.

So what now, you guys
are just gonna insert yourself

into any open case you see fit?

I thought you were
looking for Ryan Booth.

We are.

But the Internet can multitask.

Every case that Sophe solves
just makes her smart...

Yeah, smarter, yeah. I know.

So good for Sophe, but I'm the one

getting the dirty looks at work.

This isn't about me, Detective.

These victims are all
the kinds of people

low income, minorities.

Justice isn't just supposed

to be for people like me, is it?

Oh, here we go.

Jeffrey Tanner, man of the people.

You're a pain in my ass.

I am acutely aware of that.

You got the case notes
on the Mei Chang murder?

Yeah.

Sure, I remember this case.

The investigating detective

thought that was a carjacking gone bad.

But I remember thinking
there was something more.

Josh, will you do me a favor?

Will you pull up the
woman in, um, Alameda?

Okay.

There. There, look.

The victim's shoes were missing.

Just like Mei Chang.

What do you mean, "missing shoes"?

I don't remember that from
the official report, do you?

- No, it wasn't in there.
- Uh, that could've been held back

for investigative purposes.

Or possibly, whoever was typing
it up got really lazy.

People wonder why I question
the Carlos Ochoa murder.

Okay. "Missing shoes."

That should close the link
between Mei Chang

and Alameda.

Huh.

I thought it'd be higher.

All right, what's happening?

Detective,

you don't just have three
interconnected cases here.

- You've got, uh...
- Fourteen.

What the hell?

Are you saying
all these cases are connected?

I'm not. Sophe is.

Like some sort of serial killer.

Post it.

Wha... whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up, hold up.

- What?
- Look, if you're right,

the public might freak. We got to think
about how we're gonna do this.

- Done.
- What?

Power to the people, am I right?

Read 'em and weep.

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What the hell, Tommy?

You let Tanner take this thing
live without vetting it first?

I didn't let Tanner
do anything. Free speech.

If they want to cry "serial killer,"

there's not a whole lot
I can do to stop them.

14 unrelated DBs?

Yeah.

If this had been serial,
someone would've noticed.

Actually, I'm not so sure.

I mean, spread over eight
jurisdictions and 11 years.

I mean...

what these cases have in common
are little bits of trace,

minor background details.

Like the shoes, they must be trophies.

Most cases have them,
but some cases don't.

They're all connected
in tiny, different ways.

Kind of stuff even good cops would miss.

I know you like to obsess
over your own cases, Tommy.

Now you want to obsess
over everyone else's?

Fine.

Where do we start?

"We"?

Deputy chief's orders.

If I didn't know better,
I'd think she didn't trust you.

Fine, let's start

with the one in our jurisdiction.

Mei Chang.

You wouldn't even be here

if it weren't for this Web site.

Mrs. Chang, I assure you that the SFPD

remains committed to finding
your daughter's killer.

I was looking through Mei's police file

and it seems as though she had
a bit of a troubled past,

a few drug busts.

We did the best we could, but...

Maybe you see trouble,
but this was our little girl.

Of course.

We think she may have worked

with a man named Ramon Ortiz

at Daly City Produce.

You know, they dated for a bit.

Uh, is he a suspect now?

Ramon Ortiz is dead, Mr. Chang.

He was one of the victims.

At the funeral,
Ramon pulled me to the side

and he said he-he might have
an idea who killed Mei.

When I never heard from him again,

I figured he was just talking.

So, what do you think?

Ortiz went looking for the killer

and that's what got him shot?

What I think is there's
13 more families out there

just like this one.

And if a low-grade banger
can find this guy, so can we.

Three more unsolved murders.

- Yes.
- How the hell is that?

User submissions.

The details haven't been uploaded

to the statewide database yet.

Serial killer is sexy,

so there is a flood of new registration.

That's bumping up our
user base, big time.

These have almost nothing in common

with the first three murders.

Except the killer.

Uh, that's the thing
with probabilistic graphing.

We're actually more certain

of their interconnectedness
because of the commonalities

with the intermediate nodes.

Even I don't understand that.

- Basically...
- The more cases come in,

- the stronger the links get.
- Yeah.

Here's one the users found.
There were synthetic

green fibers on half the victims

and what appears to be latex burns

- on several more.
- The challenge at the moment

is trying to keep up
with the rate of submissions.

What is it about serial killers

that makes everyone want
to play along at home?

Stay on it.

Anything breaks, let me know.

I will.

Hear the news?

I did not.

Hmm.

AllSourcer just named Nell
DeGraf as their new CEO.

Nell DeGraf?

She's a quant.

She's not a visionary.

She is asking for a sit-down.

She would like to pick your brain.

She's been handed the keys
to a car she can't drive.

A parley with me isn't gonna fix it.

You left AllSourcer

under less than ideal circumstances.

All right? The last thing we
need right now is a fight.

With their user base and
their market share...

thank you... if they decided

to actually drive traffic
away from our site,

- we're looking at a...
- All right, all right, whatever.

I'll sit down.

And you'll, you'll-you'll
promise to be pleasant?

Am I ever unpleasant, Mike?

Don't speak.

Keep it moving, keep it moving.

This is for that white girl.

Hey, Carlos, relax.

Relax. Calm down, man.

Listen, you want protection
in here, homie,

you stick with your own kind, all right?

You just stay at my car,

nothing's gonna happen to you.

I'll take care of you, man.

Let's go.

Sara.

Hmm?

Can I borrow you for a second?

Sure.

What do you need?

What do we have on
that sports shop clue?

Um, as of this moment,

836 distinct hypotheses.

Give me.

What are you thinking?

Well, that if you can Where's Waldo?

- a serial killer out of thin air...
- Mm.

...you can link one of our
sports shop clues to Ryan Booth.

Let me drive.

Let a professional take the wheel.

What?

Nothing, nothing.

I just, I like the way you code.

Right.

- Yes.
- So...

number one match is
a sporting goods store

called The Sport Stop,
16 miles from Mia's apartment.

Probability of connection
to Ryan Booth is...

- ...0.015%.
- Oh.

The next match is half that.

This man is a ghost.

Yeah, that seems to be the consensus.

Uh...

Excuse me, guys. Um, I just
got a call from security.

There's somebody here
you're gonna want to meet.

Who's that?

It's Ryan Booth's brother.

You had no right.

You had no right to plaster Ryan's face

- all over your Web site.
- All right, Mr. Booth,

I understand that you want to
protect your brother, just...

Protect him?

My brother sucked up
every resource my family had.

My dad took out a second mortgage

just to send him to Grand Pines.

Grand Pines?

Some fancy treatment center.

Look, six weeks after Ryan graduated,

he got nailed for another DUI.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

We cut contact after his last relapse.

And you stuck your nose in

and you ripped that wound right open.

If you have any humanity at all,

you will take his picture down
and let this go.

I can't do that.

That figures.

The shrink told Ryan

he had narcissistic
personality disorder.

Said his brain was so consumed
with the next fix

that anybody standing in his way
was just collateral damage.

That sound like anyone you know?

All right.

All right, thank you. Come on.

I take it he isn't going to help.

Oh, no, he-he wants me to die in a fire.

But, on the bright side,

he mentioned that his brother
was a patient

at a place called Grand Pines.

Okay. Well, that's
another potential link.

It's actually better than that.

Mia's program at Berkeley was
affiliated with that hospital

and that's how they met.

It all makes sense.

...because it wasn't a murder.

It should be easy for you.
You're a wizard, Harry.

Okay, that's really cute.

I'm gonna call Cavanaugh
and let him know.

Go ahead, call Cavanaugh.

Let him know what? Uh...

we have another victim.

But this one's alive.

I was training for a marathon.

Uh, you know, bad breakups and whatever.

Um, it was pretty late.

I was working long hours back then.

I had just finished my run and, uh,

I ducked in to get a bottle of water.

There was a...

there used to be

a convenience store there on the corner.

But they've torn this whole block down.

So, you come out and you head...

Uh, back towards my house.

And then the next thing I know,
there's a, uh...

there's a-a plastic bag over my head.

And, um, he's trying
to get me down on the ground.

Take your time.

It... it was the gloves.

When I read on Sophe
that some of the victims

had friction burns from the latex,

that's when I knew it was the same guy.

Did you see his face?

It was dark.

But I remember that
he smelled like strawberries.

Not the real kind,

the, um...

sickly sweet medicine kind,

like the... the artificial kind.

Um...

and then I fought him off.

I don't know how.

I kicked, I fought, I...

I just ran.

As tired as my legs were,
I ran all the way home.

But, you know, I haven't run since.

Every day I just stare at those shoes,

and...

I can't.

We're gonna get this guy, Ms. Vincent.

I promise you that.

- Mr. Tanner, I've already told you
- Yes?

That due to the...

HIPPA regulation, I know, you already...

Yes. I cannot divulge information

regarding any patient
who may or may not have

- been treated at this facility.
- Will you listen?

- The door's right here, sir.
- We, uh, we...

- ...we both... we both know...
- Not here, not now.

...that Ryan Booth was
a patient here at this facility.

Okay, I understand

that you have these laws
to protect people,

and I get it and I respect that.

My daughter was... was 22 years old,

and she could have done whatever
she wanted with her life.

And she chose to devote herself
to helping others.

And she volunteered here.

That has to account for something.

Mr. Tanner, I am sorry for your loss.

I truly am.

But I'm afraid there
is nothing I can do,

and you must go.

Have a good day, sir.

Mr. Tanner. I'm a huge fan.

I actually met my partner
in a AllSourcer chat group...

"Quidditch Quorum."

Are you still looking for Ryan Booth?

Did you know him?

Oh, no, he was way before my time.

But when I saw on Sophe
you were looking for him,

it reminded me of something.

I found it cleaning out the art room.

One of the other nurses said
that Ryan Booth made it.

I guess he made one for everybody.

I was gonna write in,

but I didn't want to get in trouble.

Did I help?

More than you know. Thank you.

Yeah.

Zwart Schaap.

Zwart Schaap.

No, he can't call me back.

I told you, because I'm in...

Never mind, just tell him
that it's an emergency.

Tell him I might know

who killed Mia Tanner.

What's up? You, uh, get
everything you need, or...

No. Not yet.

This is pointless.

17 murders and an attempted murder,

and they're all over the place.

Physical evidence is different

form victim to victim.

I mean, this one had
latex burns but no fiber.

This one has fiber, no latex.

Cause of death for most of them
is asphyxiation,

except for these three, they were shot.

Some of the bodies are
left at the scene,

Some are traveled and dumped.

And what does the smell of strawberries

have to do with any of it?

He's out there.

The sick bastard that did all this

is still out there.

If it was any other case,
we'd be looking for

geographic similarities.

Look at this map.

Here.

This is the corner where
Miranda Vincent was attacked.

Not only is the convenience
store not there,

but this alley is supposed
to be right next to it.

That's not there, either.

Yeah, I know.
The whole region has changed.

Some of these maps are too old,
but some are too new.

How are we supposed to find similarities

if we don't know what
the area looked like

when the murders went down?

I have an idea.

Where are you going?

We are going down the rabbit hole.

Lieutenant Ruiz.

Glad you finally figured out
that we can help.

Believe me, this wasn't my idea.

Well, you just leave the ideas to us.

I think those together would be great.

Hey, so, um, it took a little doing,

but between construction permits
and city change orders,

we managed to reconstruct
what the neighborhoods

would have been like at the exact date

- of each of the attacks.
- You can do that?

I've always wondered, do
police phones have buttons now

or is it still that
old rotary-dial-type...

Ignore him.

As I was saying, we discovered
an interesting trend.

Yes. Each of these
neighborhoods was undergoing

rapid redevelopment at the
time these murders occurred.

Can you see that?

Construction. Yeah.

- Mm-hmm.
- It's not that the neighborhoods

changed. It's the construction itself.

- Exactly.
- Precisely.

At the time of each of the murders,

there was an active construction site

within three blocks
of where the body was found.

That might explain
the trace minerals we found

on some of the bodies.

We're looking for someone who worked

- at every one of these sites.
- Mm-hmm.

Find him, and you'll find your killer.

I have ***, what you, very rare
an oportunity.

Thank you.

So, Jeffrey,
I'll get right to the point.

I think the board was crazy

to let you walk out the door with Sophe.

We both know crowdsourcing

is the next evolution
in social networks.

I want AllSourcer in on the action.

And they said you weren't a visionary.

Look at that.

- Right?
- I think... I think...

I think, actually, what Jeffrey means

- Look, uh...
- is that he's looking...

I-I spent the better part of a year

trying to get Sophe
away from AllSourcer.

Why would I want to
put her right back in?

Well, I understand you're having
some cash flow issues.

Word gets around.

You know, we're willing to make
a substantial investment

that will enable you
to grow Sophe organically.

And all I ask in return
is access to Sophe's

underlying I.P.

The I.P. that I specifically
carved out before I left?

Why... No, I'm sorry,
why would I want to do that?

Or I could just wait for you
to fail and then pick up

- the pieces.
- Ah, see, I thought

this was gonna be a hostile takeover.

I was completely wrong.

It's a passive-aggressive one.

Look, maybe there's a way

that we can arrange a mutually
beneficial partnership.

Look, the-the problem
with any partnership

is there are strings attached.

The only way, moving forward,

to make AllSourcer whole
is to monetize Sophe.

So making money is a problem now?

What Sophe is about

is people wanting to be a part

of something bigger than themselves.

Yes, I understand that, Jeffrey,

but I don't think you understand...

...what I'm offering here.

I have to take this.

- I got to go.
- The... You're gonna go?

Jeffrey, where... What do you think...

Jeffrey.

So, we combed
through the official records,

but we couldn't find any
one worker who was ever

at more than a few of the locations.

But you've got subcontractors
and off-the-book workers.

Exactly. That's where our users come in.

Yeah, we've got photographs
and all kinds of documentation

coming in on all 17 construction sites.

Uh, what's with all the flashing?

User input.

People are highlighting regions
for analysis.

They're trying to find
common elements in the photos.

So, one user selects an item,
and then the others

weigh in on whether
it seems relevant or not.

Wouldn't a computer be faster?

Mm. Visual comprehension is
actually one of those things

that's better done by
humans than by microchips.

It's not elegant, but
intuition plays a big part.

And we have a match.

"Ever-Fresh Sanitation Services."

How's portable outhouses for a link?

That strawberry smell.

- Deodorizer.
- Yeah.

A company like this, they probably have

a dozen open construction sites
right now.

Then we better hurry.

Send the address to my phone.
We'll get it on the way.

Damn it, Jeffrey,

that was her asking nice, okay?

The next offer is going to come
across some lawyer's table.

So just...

Just... call me back.

Where the hell is he?

He's not with you?

No. He pulled a Houdini on lunch.

He got some text, then just took off.

Oh, that might have been me.
Yeah, some user in Cleveland

tracked down that wire sculpture
Tanner posted on Sophe.

Said he bought one online
a couple months ago.

Return address was up in

Guerneville somewhere.

Guerneville?

_

I didn't kill your daughter.

I knew you were looking for me.

I'm not a total hermit.

But I'm not the guy.

Not the guy that killed my daughter?

Put the axe down.

Put it down.

I'm not the guy.

The night Mia died, I was on day three

of a two-week intensive care stay.

I got a stack of bills
inside I could show you.

They're still trying to collect on them.

Then why?

Why what?

Why were you grabbing
her arm in the photo?

Why don't you have a seat?

Here you go.

I was crazy about her.

Completely unrequited, might I add.

Hell, anyone who met her was.

There was a party

the night of the protest.

I knew she'd be there, so I showed up.

I was messed up by the time I found her.

Drunk, high, whatever else
you can think of.

Uh, she read me the Riot Act.

Wanted me to call my sponsor,
you know, go to a meeting.

Even as mad as she was,

she always wanted to do the right thing.

I grabbed her.

I'm not proud of that.

I was just trying to convince
her to come home with me.

She didn't.

You'd be proud.

Man.

It's a hell of a thing,
pissing off the nicest person

you ever knew.

She wouldn't even let me
visit her at work.

She said that, uh,

she thought it might be distracting

if everyone knew that...

she was Jeffrey Tanner's daughter.

Yeah.

Did you see much of her, at Grand Pines?

What she was like with
the doctors and the patients?

'Cause I know that interning

is like 90% coffee and paperwork,

but she must have left an impression.

Oh.

Um...

Mr. Tanner.

Mia wasn't an intern at Grand Pines.

She was a patient.

She was... She was a what?

Checked in the same day as me.

She said, you know, he was depressed

and needed to get her head straight.

Well...

if he has any more dead bodies,
we sure won't smell them.

Well, hello.

Don't get many walk-ins around here.

Byron O'Malley?

You can call me B.J., sweetheart.

You, uh, want to rent some units?

San Francisco Police.

Oh.

- Keep your hands where I can see them.
- Oh, no, I...

I'm not much of a threat.

Come on in.

Come on.

You're, uh...

Y'all acting kind of jumpy, aren't you?

Business records indicate
that you're the sole proprietor.

Is that correct?

- Sure.
- One of your workers

might know something
about a criminal matter.

Well, you're gonna
have to be more specific.

Um, I've got guys
coming and going all the time.

Uh, someone who's worked here

for 12 years or more.

Uh, there's only one guy
been there that long.

Don Farrel.

What's Donnie done now?

Well, you tell us where
we can find him, and we'll see.

Well, you're not gonna have to go far.

He's right here.

Tommy.

Where's he going?

Police!

Give yourself up, Farrel!

Police! Stop!

There's a room in the back.

I got him.

San Francisco Police.

Show me your hands.

Show me your hands now!

I'd do what he says.

Interlace your fingers behind your head.

Hurry up.

What took you so long?

He was trying to dispose
of the shoes in a vat of acid.

Machine learning, baby.

How's that for the power of math?

Uh, not so fast there, Archimedes.

My photo-matching software
found those toilets.

I broke the case. Q.E.D.,
move, I push the button.

Uh, you wouldn't have even known where
to look if it weren't for Sophe.

And that's not the correct
use of "Q.E.D."

- That is the correct use of Q.E.D.
- You don't even know what it stands for.

Calm down. What does it stand for?

You're both pretty.

Nice one.

Josh.

This seemingly innocent warehouse

hid the secrets of a man police believe

is responsible for 17 deaths

in the Bay Area over the past 12 years.

Perfect.

- I think we have it. Okay, wonderful.
- Thank you.

See you gentlemen soon.

Can I just ask you
to wait outside for a moment?

I just need...

You knew, didn't you?

Knew what?

About Mia's stay at Grand Pines.

Jeffrey...

Of course you did.

You had to pay for it.

What are you talking about?

I found Ryan Booth.

He didn't kill her.

But he and Mia were patients together

- at Grand Pines.
- Wait a minute.

- Unbeknownst to me...
- Okay, hold on a second.

- That's what this whole thing
- So... yes.

- Is about, Jeffrey?
- Why didn't you tell me?

I couldn't tell you, Jeffrey.

Mia was an adult at the time;
she was 20 years old.

And she didn't want anyone to know.

- She didn't want you to know.
- I could've helped her.

No, you couldn't have.

Jeffrey.

I'm not even... I'm not even mad at you.

I'm mad at myself because
I keep getting sucked in.

Just a moment.

It's just...

You're gonna kill me

if you don't let this go.

And you're gonna end up
killing yourself.

What if we never find him?

What-what if I am just, really...

chasing ghosts?

Then we'll learn that together.

Okay?

The tech works.

I mean, an hour ago, we just pulled

a serial killer off the street.

Yeah.

We're gonna find the truth about Mia.

Okay?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

We solved AllSourcer's reboot algorithm

- with 12 hours...
- Mm-hmm.

...a whiteboard, and,
from what I remember,

was contaminated moo shu pork.

Yeah.

- It was disgusting.
- It was.

We've got this. Okay?

Yeah.

Man, I thought they was gonna
throw down back there, man.

I told you.

You stick with us, you stay protected.

Man, thanks, homie.

You should've just

kept your mouth shut about that girl.

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