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You are being watched.

The government has a secret system.

A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

I designed the machine to detect
acts of terror, but it sees everything.

Violent crimes involving
ordinary people.

The government
considers these people irrelevant.

We don't.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,
if your number's up, we'll find you.

911, what is your emergency?

This is subway train operator 4827.

There's been an accident.

I couldn't stop the train in time
and I hit a kid.

I think he might have been pushed.

Open.

I want them held in isolation. No contact.

Not with their lawyers, not with each other,
not with anybody.

This is a matter of national security.

They're terrorists?

Look more like investment bankers
to me.

Well, warden, three of them may be.

But one of them is the most dangerous
criminal I've ever pursued.

I can hold them for 72 hours
without charging them and I fully intend to.

Then you have 72 hours.

This is Rikers, not Guantanamo.

You don't plan on asking them
any questions?

Don't worry, Carter.
We got DNA evidence from New Rochelle...

...we got the blood from the burned car,
and, thanks to you, fingerprints.

He's ours.

How did I know the government
would be no match for you?

It might be compromising
to be found with a phone. I'll be brief.

The matter is in hand.
We'll get you out of there.

I took too many risks.
It's my fault. I'll handle it.

I've made preparations
for a scenario like this.

In 72 hours, you will walk free.

What if another number comes up?

Unfortunately, as I told you,
they never stop coming.

I'll have to manage as best I can.

I sincerely hope our next conversation
is under better circumstances.

I'll be in touch.

My name is Mr. Swift.

I'm your substitute teacher.

Ms. Benthem received
a last-minute opportunity...

...to attend an all-expenses-paid
teaching seminar in Maui.

I see in Ms. Benthem's lesson plan
that today we're doing--

Addition? That can't be right.

It's busywork. Punishment. We're supposed
to add all the numbers from one to 100.

Math is not punishment.

You know, in the late 18th century...

...there was a math prodigy
named Carl Friedrich Gauss...

...who was faced with the same
tedious problem that you are.

He figured a way around it.

One to a hundred.

Who'd like to take a crack
at working out Gauss' equation? Anybody?

Mr. Phipps?

Uh...

I gotta be honest, Mr. Swifty,
you lost me at "Friedrich," so...

I'll give you a hint.

Fusco.

Good morning, detective.
I trust that you received my email.

And the roll call for Brooklyn Science.

I need you to tell me everything you can
about Caleb Phipps.

Couple run-ins with the N.Y.P.D.,
typical kid stuff.

- Nothing exceptional.
- I'll say.

2.6 GPA and test scores
that sit squarely in the midrange.

He spent my whole class
doodling in his notebook.

Hey, you still there?

Please continue.

One thing did come up.
Caleb had an older brother Ryan.

Killed two years ago
in a subway accident.

Kid was drunk,
slipped on the tracks and got clipped.

Sounds awful. Any further details?

I'll pull the incident report.

Now Caleb lives alone with his mom. She's
an administrative assistant in Kensington.

Hey, Caleb.

You going to that party Saturday?

- Uh, no, that's not my kind of thing.
- Oh.

Besides, I'm heading out of town.

- Taking a trip.
- Hi.

- Yo, what's up?
- What's up?

Never seem to stop texting.

- Feel like I'm on another planet.
- Their planet's gonna be running ours.

High schools are different now.
Gang fights, drug searches, pregnancies.

This kid could be into anything.

You weren't exaggerating
about the drug problem.

Kids ain't what they used to be.
Be careful in there, pal.

I won't even ask.

Probably best.

Besides, we have more urgent matters
to discuss.

Our friend in Rikers.

I have the situation in hand.

I don't want you crossing
some kind of line to do--

This?

Already deleted them
from the network too.

That line you're talking about?
I crossed it a long time ago.

We have to deal with the DNA sample.

FBI keeps it in a secure lab
here in New York.

I know what to do.

But I'm gonna need a couple things
from you.

This is Principal Lawton reminding you...

...that Brooklyn School of Science
and Humanities closes at 5 p.m.

Thank you.

Mr. Swift.

A word, please.

It has come to my attention
you tried to show Ms. Benthem's students...

...how to get around
one of her assignments?

Well, the assignment
seemed a bit remedial.

- I was hoping to teach--
- Teaching is Ms. Benthem's job.

Your job is to ensure that her students
do the work that she prepared.

Don't sweat Lawton.

She thinks schools would run better if they
just got rid of the students and teachers.

Chris Beckner, Computer Science.

Harold Swift.

- Nice to meet an idealist.
- Oh, no, not me.

Throw all this stuff online, I say.
Let me teach in my boxers.

Run wild, man.

I believe I will.

Yes, Detective Fusco.
You have some new information for me?

Yeah, as a matter of fact I do.

I took a look at the report
on his brother's death.

- Caleb was the only witness.
- He was there?

His brother died right in front of him?

Something's not right.
I looked at every incident report that night.

The transit cop called for a backup
to dispatch and then canceled the request.

Why would a policeman
rescind a request?

That's what I'm trying to figure.
I'm waiting on the transcripts to find out.

Maybe it's time I go meet Caleb's mom
and find out what his home life is like.

Interesting.

Caleb's latest national aptitude test score
is exactly 50 percent.

A statistically improbable score.

Unless you try to get it.

Caleb knew the answer
to every question...

- ...but he chose to fill in every other one.
- I don't get it.

He tanked on purpose?
Why would you hide the fact you're a genius?

Why indeed.

Caleb, a word?

I couldn't help but notice this.

No offense, Mr. Swift,
but now you're going through the garbage?

Pi. Can any of you tell me
what it means?

I'll settle for an intelligent question here.

- Yes?
- My friend has a question, Mr. Swift.

"What is any of this good for?
And when would we ever use it?"

Let me show you.

Pi.

The ratio of the circumference of a circle
to its diameter.

And this is just the beginning.
It keeps on going. Forever.

Without ever repeating.

Which means that contained within
this string of decimals...

...is every single other number.

Your birthdate, combination to your locker,
your Social Security number.

It's all in there somewhere.

And if you convert these decimals
into letters...

...you would have every word
that ever existed...

...in every possible combination.

The first syllable you spoke as a baby.

The name of your latest crush.

Your entire life story
from beginning to end.

Everything we ever say or do.

All of the world's infinite possibilities
rest within this one simple circle.

Now, what you do with that information...

...what it's good for...

...that would be up to you.

N.Y.P.D., ma'am.

We're investigating a string of burglaries
in the area.

Talking to residents
about things they might have seen.

Mind if I come in
and ask you a few questions?

I'm running a little late.

So you, uh--? You live alone?

With my son, Caleb.

We don't have a lot of room,
so Caleb takes the couch.

Uh, that's work. Just give me a sec.

So you and your son
see anything suspicious?

Any strange comings and goings,
anyone who stands out?

Nothing I can think of.

Cops come a few times a year.
It's domestic stuff mostly.

Some families have it rough, you know?

Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.
Thanks for your time.

Yes?

I planted that webcam.

Met Caleb's mom.

Late for work, out the door with the shakes.
Guess she's hitting the bottle.

No wonder Caleb doesn't care about his
grades. Anything new on our two dealers?

Diego Velasquez and Ronnie Samms.

Used to deal for a guy
by the name of Lorenzo.

Type of guy you don't wanna cross.

They're working for some up-and-comer
Narcotics hasn't been able to identify.

- I'll tell you, that school's a real minefield.
- Okay.

Gonna keep your mouth shut, right, chief?

Yeah. Sure.

Except to say this.

Next time you decide you wanna deal E to a kid
who's clearly never bought in his life...

...do it in the locker room.

Because this jumpy fool is a neon sign
shouting, "Drugs ahoy," chief.

- Aah.
- That's enough.

Unless you wanna settle this
in the principal's office.

- Are you okay?
- I don't need your help. Okay?

"Hacker" used to refer
to industrious coders...

...who pushed the boundaries
of modern computing.

Then that word
became misappropriated...

...by those who pushed the boundaries
so far that they ended up with jail time.

Like Kevin Mitnick back in the 1980s.

He was trying to see how stuff worked.
He was looking for flaws in the system.

And he did so by breaking the law.

He proved people were the flaw.
They're paying him millions...

...for the same thing
that got him locked up in the first place.

Perhaps the most notorious hacker
of them all was the one that got away.

Back when Uncle Sam
was trying to maintain its iron grip...

...on the budding Internet,
or ARPANET as it was known then...

...this hacker, this coder, hacked into
the system and laid its secrets bare.

Ensuring that the Internet
would become an open forum.

Plus, that hacker made his mark
without ever getting busted.

True.

Whoever it was,
that person's still out there.

Yeah, I'm checking on the boy genius.
Not you, the other one.

Turns out he's quite the little coder.

He's been coding a massive program.

In longhand,
as he doesn't have a computer at home.

Then he writes it into a computer
in the lab.

If the partial code I discovered
is a snapshot of his work...

...what he's creating
could be groundbreaking.

Detective Fusco,
can you do something for me?

I need you to follow
Diego and Ronnie.

Caleb had a run-in with them.
Might lead to trouble.

- Is there a history there?
- Hard to tell.

But Caleb seemed to take
an outsized interest in their drug dealing.

If someone's pulling their strings,
I'd like to know who.

Whoever this drug dealer is, he's careful.

Detective.
How goes phase one of your plan?

I got the package you sent over...

...but if I'm gonna wade into this pool,
I need the right specs.

Yeah.

Sending them to you now.
Our friend in Rikers is counting on you.

- Okay.
- Knock them dead, detective.

They won't know what hit them. Heh.

Rolling in my Lacky in a twisted cap

Wow.

Tanqueray on ice in the back seat, P

- Hi. I'd like to have--
- The first one on me. How you doing?

Thanks, but, um, I'm looking
for something a little more...

...specific.

Detective Fusco,
our young man is on the move.

Give you a ride home?

- My car's right down there.
- I'd like that.

I have to admit,
you kind of threw me at first.

Asking all those questions
about my background, my health.

I couldn't tell whether we were flirting
or filling out my medical history.

I'm a practical girl.
I like to know what I'm getting into.

So are we getting into anything tonight?

I am.

Whoa. I don't know what happened.
I didn't even have that much to drink.

Yeah.

Open wide, big fellow.

I've been following this drug money all night.

Diego and Ronnie handed a bag full of it
to a homeless guy.

He dumped it off
at a money transfer place.

The worker there wired it
to another money hub across town...

...where I hoofed over in time
to see some other guy pick up the cash...

...and drop it at a P.O. Box
in Crown Heights.

Our mysterious drug lord is laundering
his money. Making it untraceable.

Yeah, well not untraceable enough.
Whoever comes in for this cash is our guy.

Where are you anyway?

Looking at you.

Thought you were following the kid.

I am.

- Here you go, sir.
- Thanks.

Well, I'll be damned.

Our mystery drug lord is Caleb.

I've graded your quizzes.
Some of you have been paying attention.

Caleb, I expected better.

- What'd the kid do now?
- Caleb got a message.

He's supposed to meet his supplier at 2.
We have to follow him.

Tricky bastard, keeping his identity a secret.
He's better than dealers twice his age.

I'll be sure and tell him how impressed
you are with his criminal aptitude.

Beckner just broke into Caleb's account,
detective.

He's copying a file named 17-6-21
onto a thumb drive.

Whatever Caleb's making, his teacher's
interest in it is far from academic.

Oh, Mr. Phipps.

I'm kind of on my way somewhere.

I just wanted to return something of yours.
You dropped this yesterday.

You gotta stop going through
the trash, Mr. Swift.

You know,
I used to do a little coding myself.

That's an elegant string, but it occurs to me
if you want to implement multi-threading...

...you'd do better to use atomic variables.

Just a thought.

Wait, that works.

Yes, that's why I suggested it.

Uh, thanks.

I hope you have your service weapon
with you, detective.

Yeah, I got you a machine gun too.

Very funny, detective.
Let's try not to lose him.

Yo, Roman. You here?

Oh, jeez.

Whoa.

That's what you came for, right?

So tell me, why would a kid like you
do something so stupid...

...like dealing at a school
in my neighborhood?

That's Lorenzo, all right.
Diego and Ronnie's old boss.

What's the plan?

Crap.

You know,
before he had his little accident here...

...Roman was telling me how you're just
trying to score some bank, take a big trip.

- That true?
- Yeah.

You pay back every dime you made
selling to my customers...

...I'll let you leave town intact.

Be back here tomorrow night, 8 p.m.,
or I'll come find you.

How do you expect me
to score that kind of cash in a day?

Relax. All right, I'll rob a bank
or something.

I like you. You got brass.

But you don't show tomorrow night,
I'll break a lot more than your legs.

Kid's got it tough.

But picking a fight with a drug dealer?

Heh. It's a dumb move for a genius.

Why would a young man
with such potential risk it all...

...just to get some easy drug money?

I don't think it's about the money.
I think it's about the brother.

Dispatch transcripts
from the night Ryan Phipps died.

Now, the transit cop who filed the report
called for backup...

...because Caleb initially reported
that two youths...

...got into a shoving match with Ryan...

...pushed him onto the tracks.

But the officer canceled the backup call
and filed an accident report instead.

Why would Caleb change his story?

Maybe he knew the killers.

Maybe he was thinking about
taking care of them himself.

Diego and Ronnie?

He's manipulating those morons.

Got them running drugs for him
and they don't even know it.

What's Beckner so absorbed in?

That's Caleb's work.

Howard, it's Chris.
Can you still meet up tonight?

I think you'll be impressed
with what you see.

Great, I'll see you there.

Change of plans, detective.

Let me guess. You need me to keep an eye
on Little Einstein myself tonight.

Keep me posted.

So, Mr. Venture Capital Firm Partner...

Junior partner.
Long way from the corner office.

Still have to watch my step.

- Pick my projects carefully.
- I get it.

But when you see this--

Well, then let's just see it, Chris,
so I can get back to my wife and kids.

What the hell was that?

The Library of Congress.

What?

Two-hundred and thirty-five terabytes
on one thumb drive?

The Internet's choking on streaming video.

They're gonna need a new compression
algorithm to continue growing...

...and I've got it.

All I need is an investment from a firm
like yours to help get it off the ground.

So here's the thing, Chris.

I remember your code
from back in college.

You were a medium talent at best.

There is no way that that Chris Beckner
designed something this extraordinary.

Unlike our old friends,
I didn't peak in college.

So no one else knows about this project?

Programmers, developers,
no other entanglements?

I can guarantee it.

Well, let's hope so.

Because I would hate for anyone
to come between you...

...and what I believe
is going to be a very large check.

Finally tracked down that transit cop.

The one who was first on the scene
when Caleb's brother died.

Left a message for him
to come to the 8th after his shift.

- Speaking of which, where's the kid?
- Moving money. Large amounts.

- Getting the cash to pay off Lorenzo?
- No, he's set up a trust.

He's pouring all his money into it.

Maybe he's thinking about taking that trip
he talks about.

Beckner just texted Caleb.
He wants to meet at 8 tonight.

The same time he's supposed
to meet Lorenzo.

He can't be in two places at once.

Unless I'm right and this kid's got a plan...

...time's running out on two fronts.
Maybe skipping town's the best thing for him.

We can focus on getting your pal
out of lockup.

Mr. Reese can take care of himself.
And right now, he's in very capable hands.

Detective Carter? Time
is ticking away fast for our friend in Rikers.

Don't worry. I know what to do.

Here you go.

Mm, I'm sorry, honey.

I'll be better tomorrow. I promise.

Yeah.

Everything's gonna be better
tomorrow, Ma.

Detective Fusco.

I just wanna remind you
that I need your help tonight.

Caleb has two appointments, and we have
no idea which one he intends to keep.

I'll be there.

You wanted to speak with me?

Yeah. Have a seat, Officer Murphy.

Like I said, I'm, uh, working a cold case.

Commuter got pushed.

Looking for related cases
and this popped up. Ryan Phipps.

- Says here you were first on the scene?
- Yeah, that's right.

Kid was six months shy
of his 18th birthday.

Coming home with his little brother, Caleb.

Ryan was horsing around,
drinking a little bit.

- Slipped on the tracks and got clipped.
- Yeah, I remember. It was a rough one.

Because it was a kid?

Or because you didn't report
the whole story?

I know about the kids
who pushed Ryan on the tracks.

I'm no detective, detective.
I'm just a lowly transit cop.

I've seen a lot of things in my time...

...and I made a lot of decisions I regret.

- This is not one of those times.
- You may regret it when Caleb becomes a killer.

What are you talking about?

You think revenge is gonna make Caleb
feel better about seeing his brother die?

- You're a long ways off, detective.
- Then give me some directions.

You know, I did to the kid
what you're doing to me right now.

When I asked him for descriptions
of the other kids...

...he kept changing it up.

There were no other kids.

No.

Just two brothers drinking, bored...

...waiting for a train to go home.

So they dare each other
to, uh, cross the tracks.

You know, how many times you can cross
back and forth before a train comes.

Well, Ryan doesn't wanna lose
to his little brother.

One kid makes it, the other kid doesn't.

I don't know who got the better deal.

So I told him I'd leave all that
out of the report.

Write it up as an accident
and for him to keep it to himself.

Doesn't matter
what he had to tell his mom...

...or the cops or God himself.

Nothing was gonna
bring his brother back.

What can I tell you?

Some things you can't fix.

Hey, I just talked to Murphy.

Brother's death was an accident,
but it sounds like Caleb blames himself.

Well, that's a problem because I lost Caleb.

He got on a bus and it left
before I could catch up.

You kidding me?

Of the many things I am equipped to do,
pursuit would not be chief among them.

Our only option is to wait for Caleb
at the two places he's likeliest to turn up.

I'll stake out Beckner at the school.

You keep an eye out
for our aggrieved drug dealer.

Get everyone and hunt that kid down.

Our boy's a no-show,
and Lorenzo wants his head.

You worry about the kid,
I'll take care of Lorenzo.

He's not here either, detective.
I may be too late.

- Swift, what are you doing here?
- I was gonna ask you the same.

I left some papers--

Stop. I saw you break into
Caleb's account and copy his files.

Is that what you're willing to stoop to?

Stealing work and passing it off
as your own?

I am not gonna be accused of plagiarism
by some substitute teacher.

Besides, why would I copy work
off of a C student?

Because Caleb is anything but average.

And you know it.

That's why you took his work
to your friend.

Caleb...

...approached me a few months ago...

...about this project he was working on.

I was skeptical, but when I saw his code,
I couldn't believe my eyes.

- So I decided to help him.
- By cutting him out.

No. All he wanted was some money
up front for this trip.

- He said he didn't even want credit.
- Why would you agree to that?

I didn't.

Read it for yourself.

Caleb gets all the credit.

It was just easier for me to pitch the idea
to them myself, get some capital...

...and then reveal the true brain behind it.

He offered me half if I put the other half
in a trust that he set up for his mom.

But I'm giving him the whole thing.
All the money from 17-6-21.

17-6-21?

It's the name he gave the program.
Said it was some kind of dedication.

Look, I am telling you,
six months from now...

...Caleb is going to be the richest
18-year-old in the country.

No.

No, he won't.

Dispatch, Officer Murphy,
regarding the subway fatality.

10-80 on the backup request.

- 10-5, officer. Cancel backup request?
- Affirmative.

This seat taken?

What are you doing here?

You're so smart, Caleb,
ask me something you don't know.

The thing about being reckless...

...taking chances...

...is that you make a lot of mistakes,
cause a lot of grief.

You're gonna start lecturing me
on mistakes?

How I need to live and learn, move on?

That's really inspiring, Mr. Swift.

I'd stand up on my desk
and clap for you, but...

No.

Your mistakes, like mine,
are part of who you are now.

You can't move on from that.

Believe me, I've made a sizable number.

But...

...sometimes your mistakes
can surprise you.

My biggest mistake, for instance...

...brought me here
at exactly this moment...

...when you might need some help.

Seventeen years, 6 months,
and 21 days into your life.

The age at which your brother died.

The age you've chosen
to end your life too.

17-6-21.

So you see,
maybe you and I are connected.

Two reckless people.

Yeah, then what's the use?

We're just gonna keep breaking things...

...over and over.

Why not save everyone the grief?

The thing about the world
is that it doesn't have any extra pieces.

It's like pi. It contains everything.

You remove a single piece, no circle.

Your recklessness, your mistakes...

...are the reason why when they say
you can't change the world...

...you won't listen.

The world is better off
with both of us in it, Caleb.

Rather than the alternative.

You sure about that?

Yes. And your mom is better off
with you in it.

If you think money can replace you...

...you haven't seen the whole equation.

Take it from someone
who thought that leaving...

...would make it easier on everyone...

...and then learned otherwise.

Say it to me again. Slowly.

According to the lab results,
none of the DNA from these four men...

...matches any of the DNA
in our database.

They're clean, sir. All four of them.

I want those samples sent to Quantico,
reviewed through CODIS...

...and inspected for tampering.

They got to it.

I don't know how,
but those bastards got to it.

Go.

One more thing.

Get me Carter.

You really ought to be
more careful with your code.

Thanks.

I grew up during the Cold War.

When computer networks were just a gleam
in the eye of the Department of Defense.

Things seemed more black and white then.
ARPANET was the new frontier.

Till a kid with a homemade computer
turned the whole thing inside out.

All I'm saying is...

...it's a new era now
and things are about to get really weird.

So you should keep your code
close to your vest.

And pick your friends wisely.

Pi?

The first 3000 digits.
My number's in there somewhere.

You're smart, you'll figure it out.

Wait. Uh, the hacker...

...the one who got away. How'd you know
he did that with a homemade computer?

I've read all that research.
No one's ever mentioned that.

I must have heard it somewhere.

Detective Carter,
has our friend in Rikers been released?

Almost. I'm gonna meet him now.

Your DNA wasn't a match
for whoever they're looking for.

I'm gonna be processing you out
momentarily.

Let's go, line them up.

Stop right there.

These men have all been classified
as unlawful combatants by the AUMF.

Until we can establish...

...they're not a threat to national security,
they're not going anywhere.

Put them back.

Just the person I wanted to see.

What is going on?
I thought the evidence cleared these guys.

The DNA, the fingerprints,
it's all too neat.

I've been burned
trying to bring this man to justice.

There's only person
that I know I can trust anymore, you.

You've been chasing him
from the beginning.

We've got one shot left at him, detective.

If he walks out,
we're never gonna see him.

I know you were a senior interrogator in Iraq.

Time to put those military skills to use.
I want you to interrogate these men.

Find out who they are, what they know.

Start with him.