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Hi, I'm Jeffrey Tanner.

Welcome to Sophe.

We all know the Internet changed the world.

The only question is: 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...

Nell DeGraf sent a cease-and-desist,

claiming Sophe's running code

stolen from AllSourcer.

That is my code, not theirs.

That all originated from my grad work at Stanford.

Then it's not really about the code anymore.

They're coming after you.

At least, what's in your head.

Sophe. It closes cases.

I want people to know

that SFPD is working with Sophe on a regular basis.

Tell him I might know who killed Mia Tanner.

CAVANAUGH: Carlos Ochoa was attacked in prison.

He was stabbed.

TANNER: Ochoa left a message.

Said that he might know something after all.

What if that's why someone was trying to kill him?

You're talking about a cover-up

around your daughter's murder?

What if there is?

You're sure that there's, there's nothing else?

I already told you everything I know, Mr. Tanner.

Yeah, no, I know.

I just want to go over it, you know, again.

Maybe, you know, there's some small detail

that you forgot. I wish that there were.

Carlos Ochoa called my office.

He left a message, trying to get ahold of you,

saying he might have some new information

about who killed your daughter.

But by the time the information got to me,

it was too late. He was already attacked.

Can you hold this?

So...

you don't have any idea

who he was referring to?

No, I don't.

And to be honest with you,

I get messages like this every day

from clients in prison,

with a new story about who really did it.

You want my advice?

Move on.

There's nothing there.

No, of course there's something there,

because all I need is a lead, any kind of a lead,

and listen to me, I could find that guy...

Shh. Look, this... if there even is a guy, all right?

I don't mean to be rude, but if you wanted to help,

the time to help was during the trial.

Right now, we don't even know

if Carlos Ochoa's ever going to wake up again.

I gotta go, that's my client.

Your Honor. Louis Hines from the public defender's office,

for the defendant.

Sorry I'm late.

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

FOREWOMAN: We, the jury,

in the matter of The State of California v. Carlos Ochoa,

on the charge of murder in the first degree,

find the defendant guilty.

HINES: I apologize

for being late.

Do not let it reflect.

He has no choice in counsel.

It's not his fault.

You're looking well.

(SIZZLING)

(SMOKE ALARM BEEPING LOUDLY)

Jordan.

Jordan!

What the hell are you doing?

Whoa!

Dad, no!

Dude. Uncool.

Where the hell did you get a blowtorch?

At the hardware store, right next to the Whole Foods.

Man...

Well, there goes 60 bucks' worth

of grass-fed rib eye.

60 bucks...

Haven't you ever heard of sous vide?

No, but I've heard of Domino's.

Are you being serious right now?

You are your mother's son, I'll tell you that much.

People say cops are married to their jobs.

- (LINE RINGING) - They should meet a chef sometime.

Yeah. Hey, can I get, uh, two large pies,

extra cheese, pepperoni?

- Yeah, I'll hold. - Why two?

What? Breakfast.

Ain't trying to burn up the place.

- (EVIDENCE ALERT BEEPING) - Yeah. Yeah, man, um...

What the hell?

Ooh, Sophe.

Oh, please, it's not like that.

Hey, uh, cancel that order. Thanks.

I'll tell you in the car. Let's go.

Where we going?

Yo, grab a jacket.

RUIZ: What do you got?

Vic's name is Edward Ramirez, he's the owner.

Looks like a robbery gone bad.

What about the surveillance system?

Guy took it out.

Stay in the car.

I'll be right back.

If anybody asks what you're doing,

- you tell 'em you're my son. - Dad...

I'm 15. I can take care of myself.

Yeah, just stay in the car.

All right? Thank you.

Cavanaugh. Thanks.

What, you don't have enough cases on your desk?

Special delivery.

And I'm not staying.

Guess who has a suspect for your murder.

What murder?

What... this murder?

Tommy, this has been a crime scene for all of three hours.

We haven't even put out a statement yet.

- (EVIDENCE ALERT BEEPING) - Annoying, isn't it?

Hey, Houston... you read me?

Loud and clear, Detective. But the situation's changed.

Changed how?

I just talked to you five minutes ago.

Once users put this photo up,

people started recognizing this guy and posting more.

What do you mean, users putting it out?

You guys aren't doing this?

No, that's the thing...

we didn't do anything here.

The users found this one on their own.

They've been scanning police bands,

following local crimes. (SNIFFS)

We always knew, once the crowd got motivated,

they'd start solving cases on their own.

They pulled the image from a weather camera

across the street,

- but the crazy thing isn't... - (JOSH BLOWS NOSE)

...how they did it, it's who they found.

- Jack Foley? - Wasn't he part of the group

that blew up the government building in Kansas?

TARIQ: Yeah.

The others were all sent to federal prison in '98.

CAVANAUGH: Sovereign Destiny...

that was the name of 'em, right?

Some anti-government wackos?

TARIQ: Foley was their money guy.

After the bombing, he disappeared

and feds thought he was killed to protect the operation.

- Hey, Mom. - (ON PHONE): Was it great?

No, the, uh, steak didn't really work well.

Nothing.

Just watching a dead body go by.

What?

Dad brought me to work.

What? Where is he? Put him on the phone!

If you get anything else, send it to me.

On it. Thanks.

I'm gonna call the deputy chief and tell her

we've got a domestic terrorist loose in San Francisco.

Yeah. Well, I get to tell my son

that tomorrow's "bring your kid to work day."

Uh...

what part of "stay in the car" didn't you understand?

Mom wants to talk to you.

Put him on the phone.

Hello?

Tommy, are you there?

Tommy...

Hey, what's going on, girl?

♪

Good morning.

There's been a development

in the AllSourcer suit,

and it's not good.

What, Nell DeGraf wants two pounds of flesh now?

AllSourcer has filed a preliminary injunction,

prohibiting Sara from working here.

Basically, they're saying

that you're a walking trade secret,

that you belong to them.

Now, we're gonna have a chance to state our case

and I still think we can get around this, so...

Good. Then what seems to be the problem?

The problem is, the judge issued a TRO.

MIKE: That's a temporary restraining order...

Yes, I... I've seen Law & Order.

It means that you have to stop work.

Basically now.

SARA: But I thought you said these lawsuits

were frivolous.

They were meant to cost us money.

I-I've been through this a million times,

and I-it's just, it's all part of the process.

MIKE: It's only temporary.

A few days, a week at the most.

But until then, counsel has stated

that the smart thing to do here

is for you to go home,

effective immediately.

You're joking.

I'm afraid not.

AllSourcer will have private investigators following you.

And any contact,

and they're gonna sell it as a violation of the TRO.

It's poisoning the well.

Any contact?

Yes.

Online, personal, physical...

anything.

All right? That includes any covert communications

or technical workarounds.

They will subpoena our server logs, so...

In other words, play by the rules,

while our opponent cheats.

Why not?

If you do need to communicate,

you do it through me.

All right? I'm an officer of the court.

The judge did agree to that.

TANNER: Delightful.

But, Sara,

for now...

you need to leave.

Right.

Well...

All right, then.

Um...

Tell the boys I'll be okay.

I promise.

(DOOR OPENS)

Jeffrey, she's gotta go.

Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com

What do you mean, she went home?

It's just a precaution. For the lawyers.

Yeah, but we need her here to help.

- We can't... - Don't worry about it.

Where... where are we with Jack Foley?

Domestic terrorist on the loose? People panic.

Submissions are coming in from all over the place.

- The public forums are on fire... - Forum?

Why isn't it on the main platform?

We opened up a case, didn't we?

We did, but only after the users ID'd him.

They feel a sense of ownership,

so they keep using the public channels. Here, look.

Foley's lived in nine different cities since 1998,

under 11 different pseudonyms.

(BLOWS NOSE)

A bunch of users recognized his mug shot,

but they all say they knew him by a different name.

TARIQ: And he's been busy.

Embezzlement schemes in Utah and Texas.

Tax fraud in Florida.

And in Poulsbo, Washington,

he left with the Christmas Eve donation plate

at the church where he volunteered.

They say that I'm difficult.

Best we can tell is,

he's stolen a little over $2 million over the years,

mostly from small businesses and old people.

I don't get it.

How does a homegrown terrorist go from blowing up buildings

to pulling off petty financial schemes?

How does he keep getting away with it?

Look at this.

The users just found one of Foley's aliases

listed as the father on a birth certificate

in Duluth, Minnesota.

He's got a son who's a freshman at San Francisco State.

That can't be a coincidence. Must be why he's here.

Call Cavanaugh.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

So, this will only take a second, all right?

I promise you, we'll get... Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I'll put this to bed quick, and then we'll do our thing.

I got tickets to the Dubs, baby, the Dubs.

JORDAN: Uh, actually, you know, Dad, I was thinking, this time,

- maybe we could... - Jordan, hold that thought.

Um, why don't you stay in here,

and, uh, I'll be right back, okay?

In fact, some chips on me.

Stay in the car.

Always stay in the car.

Sam, right?

Yeah. Hi.

- Detective Cavanaugh. - Hey.

Hey.

You know this guy?

Yeah.

That's my father.

I'm-I'm telling you,

I don't know the man.

I haven't had any contact with him.

You don't have any idea where he is?

Well, I haven't seen him since I was four, so...

Until ten minutes ago, I thought he was dead.

N-Now I find out that

he's pretty much the most wanted man in America

for the last 20 years?

That's great.

That's... that's really great.

I'm sorry about that, Sam.

I know this must be a lot to take in.

You did nothing wrong.

We're just trying to solve a case, you understand?

Yeah, right.

It's just that people are staking out my dorm

and running up to me on campus to ask me about a guy

that I haven't seen in 15 years.

I could really do without that Sophe thing right about now.

Yeah.

I know exactly what you mean.

You should just set up a cot in here.

Eh, I don't like the feng shui.

Why are you still driving that?

I mean, let the cops take over.

You know, you're shorthanded.

No.

We'll lose users if there's a drop in the functionality.

Without Sara, I just want

people to feel like everything's normal.

You want who to feel like that? Them? You?

Did you come here to give me a hard time, Mike? Come on.

No, I came to tell you about a new problem.

Great.

I talked to one of my contacts at AllSourcer,

and he said that he's being subpoenaed

by the House Cybersecurity Committee.

- That's Alex's committee. - Yeah.

So, I mean, if Congress is investigating AllSourcer,

- that's Nell's problem. - (CHUCKLES) No.

That's not mine.

Actually, it is your problem because this guy

doesn't work there anymore. He's from your tenure.

Alex's committee is coming after something that I did?

Well, I don't know, but now might be a good time

- to call your ex-wife and find out. - Oh, my God.

Did this guy give you any indication what this is about?

Nope.

Do you know?

No, I don't.

Look, let's just leave it alone, all right?

If it's a problem, we'll know soon enough.

Okay.

Seriously.

Do you need, like, a futon or something?

'Cause you're not moving.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Oh, my hands are tied ♪

♪ To a sharpened knife ♪

♪ Baby, roll the dice ♪

♪ Sick, seasick ♪

♪ From the tide ♪

♪ Got your darker smile ♪

♪ From your mama's side ♪

♪ But there's no silver line ♪

♪ Caught beneath your lies ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I never knew you'd be so ♪

♪ Unforgettable ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh. ♪

Duck confit...

nachos.

Very impressive.

Did you...?

I just wish I had some cilantro.

Knock yourself out. I got this right here.

JORDAN: Thank you.

Absolutely.

Are you sure this is your kid?

He usually goes for the Slim Jims.

Yeah, well, he's also a grown man

who goes by the name Tommy, so...

- Yeah, all right. We good here? - Yeah.

- You got a talented kid there. - (PHONE RINGS)

Every time I see him, it's like he's grown five feet.

- Yeah, I remember those days. - Yeah.

Okay, what do you got?

You may not think Foley's son is important,

but the users, they're obsessed with him.

TARIQ: They dug up everything they could find on him,

and then they posted it online.

They straight up doxed this kid.

Well, I talked to Sam. He doesn't know anything.

I mean, can't you call them off?

- It's not that simple. - (SIGHS)

This new, self-aware version of the crowd?

It is way more aggressive than we had anticipated.

How is this the most direct way to find Foley?

Detective, Sophe was designed to turn over every rock.

It may not be the route that you would take,

but we're gonna find him. Trust me.

- Tanner, we... - MIKE: Jeffrey.

I tried calling you.

Who is this?

Dino Hutton. U.S. Deputy Marshal.

How can we help you, Marshal?

You can stop whatever it is

you're doing here immediately.

- What? - Jackson Foley,

the guy you outed with your-your little website.

All right? He is a valuable government asset.

He's part of the Federal Witness Protection Program.

Hold on, Foley's in WITSEC?

TARIQ: Wait, so you're protecting a terrorist?

Gosh, imagine what would happen if he looked like me.

Foley did not blow up that federal building.

He rolled over on the guys who did.

What about the murder in the liquor store?

Well, he wasn't the killer. He was the target.

His old Sovereign Destiny confederates

trying to get even with him for turning them in.

Oh, this is great. So, basically,

you're protecting one bad guy from a group of others.

Okay, Foley is no angel,

but, believe it or not, the guy is actually a hero.

I've been protecting him for the past 20 years,

and if you don't shut down this machine here,

you're gonna get him killed.

JOSH: He doesn't get it. That's the problem.

No, it's saving lives. That's the thing.

It's an... it's an actual function.

- No, it's not gonna do them any... - Okay,

so, what part of this do you guys not understand?

The people that want Foley dead,

they're not a bunch of shotgun-toting deplorables.

They're more than capable

of using this site to figure out exactly where he is.

Look, even if we could shut it down,

it wouldn't do any good. The users would just migrate

the investigation to a parallel platform.

I don't know what he's saying.

Okay, you know how people have friends

on Facebook and Twitter?

Y-You probably don't have friends, do you?

If we shut down

the discussion boards,

the search for Foley will go somewhere else,

and then we won't be able to track it.

Well, we got to do something,

because right now this is working for the bad guys.

Well, you have to let my people

do their jobs, then.

All right?

Josh, let the users know that Foley

is in Witness Protection

- and not a suspect. - Okay.

Tariq, make sure that everyone is steered over

- to the confidential tip line. - On it.

Hold on. They're watching Sophe and can't find Foley?

Then they're gonna look for his son.

- What's going on? - Give me one second.

I need a pair of black-and-whites

to go and take Sam Calder into protective custody.

That's right.

Sam Calder.

Can I talk to you in private?

- Tanner? - Yeah.

HUTTON: Do you have any idea the colossal amount

of crap that you've stirred up?

You can't just blow the cover of someone in the program.

I think we both can agree he was already compromised.

I get it. This is your pet project.

You want to solve your daughter's murder.

But do you even care about the amount of damage you're causing?

Thank you. Yes, I care. I care a lot.

But I'm not gonna take Sophe down

just because you lost control of your snitch.

Okay, listen, we have protocols.

Sure, Foley should have called us to arrange a pickup,

but you got the picture out so fast, he probably got spooked.

Well, what's preventing him

- from picking up a phone right now? - I don't know.

Maybe the city full of vigilantes

that you've empowered to hunt him down.

I swear to God,

if you get him killed, the federal government's

gonna come down on your head so fast...

I'll tell you what. Why don't you bring the head Cheeto down

right now. All right?

Let's do it.

I'll ruin you in the press, Tanner.

How are you gonna solve your daughter's murder

without public sentiment?

That is what this place runs on, isn't it?

(SIGHS) I never really thought law school would prepare me

for a future in delivering laundry.

You are a lifesaver.

Wow.

I didn't realize how much of my stuff

had ended up at Jeffrey's.

Uh, can we talk for a minute?

Sure.

Come in.

Do you want some tea?

Uh, yeah. That'd be great.

- Milk? - Yeah.

Perfect.

So, how's everyone doing

with the WITSEC thing?

- I've been checking the forums, and... - No, no, Sara.

You... you can't go on Sophe, even as a user.

Of course.

I just...

(SIGHS)

How's Jeffrey?

Oh, he's okay.

He-he misses you.

Um, you know, actually, can...

can we tell him that you're a mess?

You know, that your life is-is unfulfilled without him?

There's nothing for you.

- It'd make him feel better. - Sure. While you're at it,

tell him I've started knitting and baking pies.

But you're not here

to discuss my domestic life, are you?

No, I want to talk to you

about the next steps in the AllSourcer case.

All right, normally, this TRO thing

might only last a couple days, but

this is all about you, Sara.

They want to use you as a bargaining chip

to force Jeffrey to the table.

But we've got good lawyers.

- I mean, we're gonna fight back, right? - Yes.

The more pressing problem is your visa.

All right, you came here on an H-1B,

which is contingent upon your working.

So, if this case drags on

and makes it difficult for you to work

- for any appreciable amount of time... - Right.

I grok the implications, Mike.

- And you're okay? - What do you think?

If all I wanted was to stay in this country, there's...

there's plenty of jobs I could have taken.

Sophe is the realization of all my work.

It's-it's my creation.

It's mine and Jeffrey's.

AllSourcer had nothing to do with it,

and now they're trying to take it away from me.

I know.

And I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

Well...

on the bright side,

England's lovely this time of year.

(SIGHS)

Thanks.

What did I miss?

Uh, not much.

The guys are messing with the forums.

They're trying to change the way the users work,

without turning anyone off.

- It's not going well. - (PHONE RINGS AND BUZZES)

Cavanaugh.

- I need some help. They found me. - Sam?

- Sam, who found you? - The-the guys after my dad.

What-what you talk...? Where are you, Sam?

Oh, crap.

Just tell me where you are.

Sam?

(ENGINE REVVING, TIRES SQUEALING)

Oh, God.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SQUEAK)

Sam, what's going on? Talk to me, man!

They're trying to kill me!

I need help. (GRUNTS)

Where are you? Just give me a landmark, and I'll send a car.

No, please. Please.

Please. I'm not a part of this.

Please. I had nothing to do with this. Please.

Sam, are you there?

- Stay down! - Dad?

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Sam?

Sam...

(EVIDENCE ALERT BLARING) Shots fired near campus.

Users report a van speeding away.

Responses are still coming in.

- It's all going public. - TANNER: Damn it.

They're gonna lead the hit men right back to them.

I thought you had his son in protective custody.

He was laying low at his friend's place.

Sophe users were staking out his dorm.

How do you know they're together?

I distinctly heard him say "Dad."

Yeah, they're together.

JOSH: All right, three squad cars

in the area, headed that direction.

At this hour? They'll never get there in time.

HUTTON: Tanner, I already told you, you need

to shut this down, let us bring him in.

Leave it to the professionals.

And they already told you, they can't shut the users down.

TANNER: No, but we can slow them. Josh,

can you give me a delay between submissions

- and when they appear? - Sure, but if people catch on...

No, it won't be that long. It'll be like a refresh lag.

CAVANAUGH: Whatever you're doing, do it quick.

There's a lot of dots popping up on this thing.

TANNER: We just need to disrupt the flow of information.

It's not working. Users are

- still tracking. - Okay.

Well, just increase the delay.

- People are noticing. - TANNER: Make it

proximity-based, all right? Give me exponential backoff.

- Got it. - HUTTON: Hey, how about somebody

tell me what the hell it is you're saying?

JOSH: The closer a report is to recent data,

the longer it takes to appear.

It makes it harder to chain the information together.

Look. I think it's working.

The posts are slowing.

Users lost track of the van.

Mike?

We need her back. Sara.

What are you talking about? You handled that like a champ.

I just plugged a leaky boat with bubble gum, all right?

Look, Foley and his son are still out there.

We need the users back on our side,

or it's only going to get worse.

Jeffrey, the damage it would do to bring her back here,

not to mention the civil contempt charges, okay?

I am Jobs, and she's Wozniak, all right?

I can pull the levers, she created the system.

We need her back. Call her.

Or I will.

(PLAYING DEBUSSY'S "CLAIR DE LUNE")

(SIGHS)

(PLAYING DEEP PURPLE'S "SMOKE ON THE WATER")

(PLAYING DISCORDANT NOTES)

(PHONE RINGING AND BUZZING)

(SIGHS)

Hello.

Thank God.

Okay, boys and girls, what do we have?

Users lost track of the van somewhere in the Inner Sunset.

We have about 200 users in the area.

Forum postings are at about 30 a minute and rising.

Prevailing opinion is that Foley is a danger to the public.

Okay, we need to get that under control.

- So, who is this? - Leave this to the professionals.

SARA: User sentiment has been

overrun by group think.

We need to introduce some dissonance dynamics.

Okay, does anybody here speak American?

The crowd is fixating

on one approach to the detriment of better ideas.

Minority opinions are being shouted down.

We're losing diversity of thought.

SARA: Fewer competing theories means the majority

feels empowered.

You end up with a torch-wielding mob,

and anyone who disagrees with them just stops participating.

How do you fix it?

We are gonna make it okay to think differently.

Josh, Tariq, get a team together,

make some dummy accounts,

- and go on forums. - Got it.

- Try and get into some arguments. - So how is this gonna help?

It'll let people know that not everyone thinks the same,

that it's okay to disagree.

You know, like stepping up to a bully.

That's my son Jordan.

You want to get in on this?

Yeah. Grab a terminal.

Insult people.

Type in all caps.

You'll be happy to hear diversity of opinion seems

to be returning to the forums.

The users have begun steering submissions into the tip line

instead of posting to public.

Marshal, I think you owe Sara an apology.

Oh, for what?

For solving your mess?

(LAUGHS) You basically just

called off the mob that you created, but sure.

Private sector always better than the government, right?

Hey, sorry to interrupt.

Sophe may have just tracked down Foley.

You were saying?

TARIQ: A user who works for the phone company

submitted cell tower logs

from nodes near the murder site.

They came in over private channels.

JOSH: We cross-referenced it with data

from towers near the apartment building

where shots were fired this afternoon.

TARIQ: Only one phone was common to both.

We believe this to be

Foley's burner phone.

(PHONES RINGING)

- This is Cavanaugh. - Yeah, this is Hutton.

We got something on Foley.

CAVANAUGH: Hey, I need emergency tracking data on a cell phone.

HUTTON: Yeah. I can tell you.

All right, let me know when you're ready for the ID.

Nice job, gentlemen.

TANNER: Josh, that stuff

I said before... I didn't mean it.

Thanks.

Wait. What'd you say earlier?

CAVANAUGH: Say, I hate to be this guy, but

can he stay here while we go pick up Foley?

No problem.

Jordan, can I offer you a white truffle Kobe slider?

Y'all take culinary appropriation to lengths

that are both gastronomically and culturally offensive.

I will take that as a yes.

- I will. - That's my boy.

That's my boy. All right.

Hutton, let's go. I'm driving.

Come on. Let's go get a boba.

TARIQ: Nice assist today.

Some of those posts you've made... does your dad know

you talk like that?

Are you kidding? It would break him.

I can't imagine what it'd be like to be Cavanaugh's kid.

It's not so bad. He's my dad, you know?

I guess he just likes

things to be a certain way.

He wishes I was eight years old forever.

Hey, come down here a sec.

(BEEPING)

- What's up? - Something didn't seem right,

so I went digging through the cell tower logs.

What do you make of this?

Dude, you're paranoid.

They tracked this guy down already.

Hey, do you want to play some Ping-Pong?

- What's it say? - Nothing.

Josh just had way too much cold medicine.

- Nickel a point, rally for serve? - Make it a buck.

Sounds good. Get Tanner.

Hurry.

CAVANAUGH: According to the tracking info,

the van is in the parking garage.

Hutton said Foley didn't follow protocol, right?

But according to these phone logs, Foley did call Hutton

about ten minutes before the liquor store

- shooting went down. - SARA: Checking in with his handler.

JOSH: So,

Hutton had to know Foley had a cell phone.

Which means he was lying.

- Why lie? - Because,

right after Foley checked in with him,

the deputy marshal called an unlisted number

with an Idaho area code.

Hutton tipped off the killers.

Cavanaugh's walking into a trap.

It must be that van.

We're in a parking garage

in the corner of Northwest Sixth and Carillo.

That won't be a problem.

Let's go.

Jack Foley!

I'm Detective Cavanaugh from the SFPD.

Deputy Marshal Hutton and I

came to take you into protective custody.

Mr. Foley!

HUTTON: Come on out, Jack.

It's all safe.

Mr. Foley.

Are you in the vehicle?

All clear!

(PHONE RINGS AND BUZZES)

Cavanaugh.

TANNER: Hutton is working with the bad guys.

He's the one who set Foley up, you hear me?

Leave us on the line, but you got to get out of there.

Yeah, thanks.

Bad luck.

Friends must have figured it out, huh?

CAVANAUGH: Think about what you're doing, Hutton.

- Damn it. - SFPD is six minutes out.

- Not fast enough. - I'm checking to see

what users we have in the area.

There's nowhere you can go

that Tanner and his people won't find you.

I've been making people disappear for 26 years.

You don't think I know how to vanish?

You saw the way Sophe works.

Huh? You really want to take that chance?

That's it, keep him talking.

JOSH: Guys, I think I figured out

where all that money Foley stole went. Hutton has

a bunch of bank accounts opened under fake names.

It's kind of genius, seeing as how his job is pretty much

to invent people who don't actually exist.

Yeah.

You're going down, Tariq.

Let's see it.

(EXHALES) Oh.

Where are you, Jack?

Right here, Marshal.

What's with the gun, Jack?

I'm here to help you.

No, he isn't.

He tipped off your old buddies, that's how they found you.

All right, let the cop go.

HUTTON: What's your play here, Jack? Think this through?

How's this gonna end?

Anyone want next?

Come on, five-four. You're up.

Me, I want next. I want next.

- Let's go. - Yeah, all right.

I don't know,

but I am done stealing for you.

- That's for sure. - HUTTON: Oh, it's not too late.

We could both split the money.

Disappear.

CAVANAUGH: Foley, Foley.

Think about your son, huh?

You just reconnected with him.

HUTTON: You think this cop is gonna let you go?

CAVANAUGH: Think about your kid.

Think about Sam.

Dad.

(CAR ENGINE REVS, TIRES SQUEAL)

(GUNSHOTS)

- Cavanaugh! - (GUNSHOTS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

Take care of Sam.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- Cavanaugh! - CAVANAUGH: Hutton's getting away.

Headed down the structure in a pickup with two Caucasian males.

(SIREN WHOOPS)

- Come on, come on. - Where the hell is the SFPD?

Hold on. I've got an active user who works in the building.

- Where are the cops coming from? - They're headed down North Street.

Yeah, just a sec. I know the security guy.

I'm gonna hand it over to Mohammed now.

How can I help you?

Mohammed, is there any way that you can divert

all of the traffic to the North Street exit?

(BRAKES SCREECH)

Sure. Give me a sec.

Go left! Go left!

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(SIREN WHOOPS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Hands up!

Hands where I can see 'em!

CAVANAUGH: Everyone out of the truck!

Hutton.

Out of the truck.

- We got him. - SARA: Yes!

Yes!

(WHOOPING AND APPLAUSE)

- Thank you, Mohammed. - You're welcome.

(SIGHS)

What?

That is my dad, right?

How did you...?

When your dad's a cop,

you learn how to know when someone's covering.

Come on, let's go join 'em.

(SIGHS) All right.

You know the drill. Get down.

I had Dubs tickets.

Get him out of here.

Can you just give me one minute, please?

Take care of yourself, son.

So what now? He just goes back

to Witness Protection, like nothing happened?

New city, new identity.

Doesn't really seem fair.

CAVANAUGH: No. No, it doesn't.

Look, I know this is not much consolation,

but I checked with the U.S. attorney.

Hutton told the truth about one thing:

your dad didn't know anything about blowing up that building.

And when he found out, he got out.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

I guess he did save my life today.

Whatever else he's done, it's...

got to be worth something.

Well, like it or not,

a dad's always gonna look out for his son.

Good luck to you.

Mmm.

Okay.

It's incredible, son.

Incredible.

See? Life skills.

You know, I could teach you.

I'm sure you could.

(GRUNTS)

I can't believe you have to go home tomorrow.

You know, we missed the game, and...

Nah. That's all right.

No. No.

It's... it's our thing and I'm sorry, son.

Honestly, Dad...

that's more your thing.

(LAUGHING): What? What? My...

My thing?

Are you saying you don't like basketball?

Uh-uh.

Oh, hell, no. Wh...

Why did you never tell me?

Because you like it.

Besides, today I finally got to see

what my dad does for a living.

Sort of figured it would be a letdown after, you know,

traveling the world with your mom and everything.

You saved a kid's life.

Mom sells buttered snails

- for a stupid amount of money. - Stupid.

Besides, it's not a competition.

Well, I know that, you know?

It's just... (SIGHS)

It's just that, I think she gets you

more than I do, sometimes.

Dad, I'm 15.

Even I don't get me half the time.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Oh, I know what would go perfect

- with these steaks. - Hmm?

Basketball. (LAUGHS)

Why am I supposed to love basketball?

Because you're tall, son. Because you're tall.

TANNER: (SIGHS) Okay.

Yeah. Thanks.

That was Mike.

Judge is pissed.

Wants the lawyers there in court first thing tomorrow.

We'll argue public interest.

We got a killer off the streets.

Multiple killers, actually.

Jeffrey, what if we lose?

What if their lawyers are just better?

- What if...? - We'll win.

No matter what they throw at us,

we will beat it together.

So we're gonna be okay?

We're gonna be fine.

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