CSI: Cyber (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 13 - Family Secrets - full transcript

My name is Avery Ryan.

I was a victim of cyber crime.

Like you, I posted
on social media,

checked my bank account
balance online,

even kept
the confidential files

of my psychological practice
on my computer.

Then I was hacked,
and as a result,

one of my patients
was murdered.

My investigation into her death
led me to the FBI,

where I joined a team
of cyber experts

to wage a war against
a new breed of criminal



hiding on the Deep Web...

infiltrating our daily lives
in ways we never imagined...

...faceless...

nameless...

lurking inside our devices,

just a keystroke away.

♪ ♪

You've reached Raven.
Leave me a message.

Raven, hey, it's me.
It's Nelson.

I'm sending you a file,
but just don't open it.

When you get this message, don't
worry about calling me back.

Stop, stop, stop.
Oh, I know.

I will never forget Mom's face

when you coughed up
that cricket.



What?!

It was huge. I could feel it
crawling back up my throat.

No.

Don't do it, little brother.
What?

Do not say something mushy
and ruin this.

I love you, Francine.

Ew. Ew.

Ugh!

Oh, shoot. I got to go.

Do you mind if I put this
on my credit card

and you just give me cash?

'Cause I do not have time
to run to an ATM.

Where the heck is my wallet?

I have so much
junk in here.

Seriously, I have
to clean out my bag.

Taylor Pettis?

Oh, my God,
that's him, isn't it?

Wait, Daniel. Wait. What are
you...? Why are you going?

I want to talk to him.
What? No. Why? Just, let's just go.

He killed our parents,
and I want to talk to him.

Daniel, no. Please?

I can't believe
they let you out.

I was hoping for
the death penalty.

Did you know that?
Excuse me.

Can I get a to-go container?
You don't want to chat?

What do you want from me?

I came over
here to give you

a little piece of advice.

Don't do anything wrong.

For 17 years,
I was afraid of you,

even when you were locked away,
but you know what?

Now I'm an FBI agent,
and you are just

a scumbag criminal.

You know what that means?

I'm your worst nightmare.

You do anything illegal,

and I will bust your ass
back to prison for life!

You can hide, lay low,
move away, and I will still

come after you.

Listen up, we got a new case.

Tabloid gossip amplified.

Each one of these people woke up

this morning
the victim of a hack.

Recordings
of personal conversations

they had were leaked online.

All right, I got a congressman,
a CEO, an accountant.

And a grocery store clerk?

It doesn't add up.

There's no apparent connection
between any of these victims.

Well, this is a specific
and unusual hack.

No e-mails, no
personal photos.

Just audio files.
And none of the victims'

devices collected revealed
any evidence of an intrusion.

Krumitz, I want you to run

a waveform analysis
on those audio files.

Where, when,
how were they recorded?

There's got to be a connection.
Nelson?

Where's Nelson?

Sorry. I... I thought
I mentioned this. Nelson called.

He fell asleep on the metro
and missed his stop,

so he should be here...
any minute now?

Daniel, I'll help you
with the audio files.

Our target
has an agenda.

We need to know what that is
so we can find them.

It's easy to steal from them.

It started with me
taking a few dollars

from the register every shift.

I sometimes imagine killing him.

I'm afraid
I'll really do it someday.

I feel so guilty every time
I look into my wife's eyes

and tell her I was working late

when really
I was with another woman.

He was 15.
I was his math teacher.

I never intended
to have sex with him.

It just happened.

Sounds like a confession.

Bring down the volume
on the main track

and pull up the room tone.

- Is that the sound of water?
- Yep.

It's the only sound all
the audio files have in common.

So, they were all recorded
in the same place.

There's hesitation,
moments of defensiveness,

and ultimately, relief.

These aren't confessions.

They're sessions.

They're therapy sessions.

Our victims' confidential files
were hacked.

And they all have
the same therapist.

I'm gonna make a call,
get an address.

Elijah, Krumitz, you're with me.

Let's go.

Uh, I don't know
what Nelson's up to

or what you know
about where he is,

but I think it would
be a very good idea

if he were here
when we got back.

Me, too.
Yeah.

You've reached Brody Nelson.

Leave me a message.

Nelson, it's me again.

I'm officially worried.

Call me.

Screw it.

There you are, Nelson.

Agent Ryan, those nine victims
were all patients

of a Dr. Richard Chan.

350 Mass Avenue Northeast.

Thank you.

The door's ajar.

There's our sound of water.

There was a struggle.

Nelson!

I'm over here!

Come on!

Cut me loose. I'm tied up.

Come on!

What happened?

Are you okay?

Did you get the file I sent?
Yes, I got the file.

What are you up to, Nelson?

Did you get in
a fight or something?

It's gone!
Everything is... is gone.

What are you talking about?!

You sure you got the file I sent?
Yes, I have the file you sent me.

I have it right here.
Okay, good.

But, Nelson, there is FBI
protocol that we need to follow.

They take this stuff seriously.

If this isn't for a case,

you could go to jail,
and I could, too,

because you've made
me an accomplice.

All right.

So, I'm gonna ask you
again, what is going on?

Look, I can't tell you,
all right?

I have to speak to Avery.

Unbelievable.

It was a match.

The print lifted
from that hourglass

we collected at
Dr. Chan's office.

Did you get a name in AFIS?

Actually, was an FBI database,
a reference print.

It was mine.

You don't seem surprised.

That hourglass
caught my eye.

I had the same one on my desk
when I was a psychologist--

until it went missing.

Avery, that was a long time ago.

You don't think
it was the same one?

But you can't argue
with evidence.

My print was on that glass,

even though
I didn't touch anything

at the crime scene,
so either

it's the same one,
or someone went

to a lot of trouble
to plant my print.

I get the feeling
you know something

more than
what you're telling us.

I don't know what I know, Simon.

Avery, four more recordings
were released online.

Someone's also leaked
the details of Dr. Chan's

murder investigation.

More importantly,

your personal involvement could
compromise this investigation.

So, at the very least, tell
me what you think you know.

Avery, I need to talk to you.

Nelson, you're hurt.

What's happened?
I'm fine.

It's-it's not important.

Can we talk? Alone?

Excuse me.
All right.

Where have you been?
What is going on?

I need your cell phone.

Why?

It's important.

Is your personal
laptop here?

No, I left it at home. Why?

Someone is spying on you.

How do you know that?

Because I was spying on you.

My first week here,

I remember you told me

that your psychology practice
was hacked,

and how you hadn't
found the guy.

Well, it stuck with me.

I was a behavioral
psychologist.

I had a practice in New York.

And then, one day, all my
patients' files were stolen

from my computer,

and all their
secrets went public.

You tried to find my hacker?

I was trying to solve
the unsolvable case.

I saw it as a challenge,

so I went digging
on the Deep Web.

Nelson,

you broke the conditions
of your parole.

Look, I know. I figured

whoever hacked you had to keep
the files he stole somewhere.

Just not on a personal device,
but the safest place.

Are you telling me...

you found my files?

Yes.
But the hacker

has new information about you.
Current documents, photos.

Even has recordings
of your phone conversations.

That's not possible.

The FBI runs vulnerability
testing quarterly.

Last month,
they scanned all my devices.

They're clean.
I know.

Which is why I didn't come
to you right away.

I wanted to confirm it.

And I did.

Last night.

I found the RAT.

On your home laptop attached
to a personal video file.

I downloaded
the malicious code.

I have it right here.

Come on.

Ah, perfect timing.

I just I.D.'d the Remote Access
Trojan on Dr. Chan's computer.

It gave our hacker

complete control
of the device.

He had access to
the doctor's files

and could
remotely turn

the computer's
microphone on and off.

I couldn't identify
the RAT at the scene

because it was
an unknown exploit.

My guess is it was created
by an old-school hacker.

Even today, it's pretty
impressive work.

Hey, what's going on?

This is it.

Dude, what happened to you?
Why are you bleeding?

And where the hell did you find
that code? That's it.

That's the code I just found
on Chan's computer.

That's how our target
was able

to open up the microphone
on Dr. Chan's

computer and listen in.

My husband will divorce me.

I sometimes imagine
killing him.

I'm afraid
I'll really do it someday.

Then our target
must have recorded the sessions

on his own device.

Nelson just discovered it
on my laptop.

Wait, what?
Yeah, it's been there for a while.

It means whoever hacked
Dr. Chan is the same black hat

who hacked me

all those
years ago.

He's back.

♪ CSI Cyber 1x13 ♪
Family Secrets
Original Air Date on May 13, 2015

♪ I know you've deceived me,
now here's a surprise ♪

♪ I know that you have, 'cause
there's magic in my eyes ♪

♪ I can see
for miles and miles ♪

♪ I can see for miles
and miles ♪

♪ I can see
for miles and miles ♪

♪ And miles... ♪

♪ Oh, yeah. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

All my patients' files
were stolen from my computer

and all their secrets
made public.

So did you catch him?
The hacker?

Still don't even know
who he is.

Avery.

Our target's trying
to get my attention.

Wait, exposing secrets
and embarrassing people is a way

to get
your attention?

You have no personal connection
to any of the victims.

You have a personal connection
to the target.

It's a reminder of...

New York when he stole
all my patient files.

So why now?

Why not three months from now?

Because Nelson
stirred the monster.

And he thought Nelson was you.

He thought you'd discovered him,
and he got scared.

Yeah, but it didn't scare him.

It thrilled him.
This is part of his endgame.

Nelson didn't just find
my old patient files.

He discovered I'm being watched

and I have been since the day
my practice was hacked.

What?

I was always my hacker's
intended victim.

So your fingerprint
on that hourglass

at Dr. Chan's murder scene,
that was his message,

his way of guaranteeing
you'd be involved.

Our target has been lying
in wait

preparing for this day.

All right. That's
every computer I owned

since I was first hacked.

So this is your place, huh?

Nice. Homey.

Well, what did you expect?

Oh, I don't know.

A drum set, velvet Elvis,

pet alligator.

Well, he's at the vet.

Any-who, um,
I brought you a present.

Couldn't leave you
without a computer or a phone,

so...

FBI laptop. Clean as a whistle.

Connected to
our network.

And... burner cell.

With all your contacts
already uploaded.

Thanks, Krummy.

If you want, I could stay.

Aw.
Or not, That's weird, okay.

Anyway, um,
so your-your security detail

is, uh, parked outside

just in case you
need anything.

And, uh, I will see you
in the morning, boss.

Oh. Thank you, Daniel.

So...

every time Avery got
a new computer,

she transferred the video file
with the embedded RAT.

With every transfer, she was
basically RAT'ing herself.

When she clicked on the infected
video file on her new computer,

the hacker had complete control.

So to find the hacker,

we need to find
the legacy device.

The very first computer the
hacker infected with the RAT.

The one he
actually touched.

The only one that can
lead us to him.

Our digital patient zero.

Sounds great, but it's not here.

But we do have
Dr. Chan's laptop.

Which was infected directly
by the hacker.

That's where we'll start.

Aw, you're so smart.

Don't even try it.

What?
I'm still mad at you.

Sifter. What?

What about Daniel Krumitz?

Is everything okay?

No, it is not.

Taylor Pettis filed a report
with Metro PD.

Claims you threatened him.

You know, Daniel,
this is serious.

Your badge doesn't give you
authority to break the law.

I didn't break the law.

I had a conversation.

And unless you're gonna suspend
me or assign me to desk duty

and put me on probation, I don't
really want to talk about it.

Hey. Sit down.

We're not done yet.

My friend,
you are trapped in ice.

When a traumatic event happens
to us at a certain age,

we tend to always relate to it
like we're still that same age.

Okay, so I'll just grow up.

You see, right there, that was
the frustrated, scared response

of a ten-year-old.

I watched my best friend
burn to death.

In college, we were
driving back to campus

after Thanksgiving break.

A truck driver fell asleep
at the wheel,

slammed right into us.

Brian whispered his last words
into my ear.

Since then,
every whisper I hear,

somebody
leans forward

to share a
confidence with me,

I don't even hear the words.

Just his whisper.

"Don't let me die."

You're never gonna get rid
of the loss,

but you have got to get past
this anger. Because that...

ten-year-old kid
who lost his parents

is now a 28-year-old man.

Krumitz, what's going on?

I don't know. It's happening
in Tear Down, too.

Excuse me.

One of our computers was
infected with a malicious code.

Cyber's been hacked?

Looks like the same RAT

we found on Dr. Chan
and Avery's computers.

All right,
you want to play games?

Let's play.

How did this happen?

- Did we infect ourselves?
- No.

It looks
like Avery infected herself.

I thought
you took all her devices.

I gave her an FBI laptop.

But she needed the video file
on the flash drive.

Wait a minute.
It's gone.

What?

The flash drive.
I-I put it right here.

She doesn't want us to know
what she's doing.

I know you hacked my computer.

I know you're watching me.

You have my attention.
What do you want now?

Come on. Pick up, pick up.

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

The 5:30 departure for Richmond
is now boarding.

It's glued down. Smart.

Krumitz worked through
the night eradicating the virus

- from CTOC.
- That's great, but

our target's just
released information

on three more
of Dr. Chan's patients.

Any word from Avery?
No.

And we can't track her.
Avery's gone dark.

What do you think?

I think this is personal.

I think Avery went after
her hacker.

We got something
off of Dr. Chan's laptop.

The hacker was clever.
He was hopping his I.P. address.

We finally found the network
the RAT was using

to communicate with.

We also got a physical
address on him as well.

We know exactly
where our hacker is.

Don't shoot,
don't shoot,

don't shoot, don't shoot.
Hands up. On the floor.

On the floor now.
Okay. I'm down, I'm down.

Clear.

What is this about?

Clear.
Ow.

What is this about?

Where's Avery?
Avery?

Where is she?!
Avery Ryan?

Wh... Aah!

Your code was old-school,
Andrew.

It was tough to break,
but we got you.

So one more time.

Aah!
Where is she?

I don't know what's happened,
but I swear to you

I haven't seen
my ex-wife in years.

What'd you say?

I last saw Avery
four years ago in New York.

I haven't seen
my ex-wife since then.

Not bad.

You worked hard
to set all this up.

I'm almost impressed.

Well, you have
a pretty impressive

eye for detail.

You were one of my patients.

Oh.

You stole this.

Mmm.

And my hourglass

and my patient files.

You ruined my practice.

My only question is why.

You went to all this trouble

to re-create my office

to get me to come here,
so where are you?

You failed.

You failed all your patients.

You knew Avery was married,

and you never
said anything?

I don't share
Avery's background with anyone.

Or yours, for that matter.

Will somebody
please tell me

what's going on here?

We are trying
to find Avery, sir.

That's why your people
are searching my house

and snooping through my computer?
All we know

is that somebody's computer
got hacked in just the same way

that your ex-wife's
got hacked ten years ago.

And our investigation, sir,

has led us right to you.

Well, let me
assure you that

I would never do anything
to hurt Avery.

Divorce is tough.

I've been there.

Resentment builds.

Anger.

Sounds like
you have a lot of issues.

None of which I can relate to.

What came between Avery and I...

Do I need a lawyer?

Tell me, how did I fail you?

You were quite fond
of your other patients.

My other patients.

But not you?

No. We were close.

Close. You felt
we had something more.

We had something special.

Well, something must have
happened in our relationship.

You hacked my computer
and stole my files.

Demonstrating
how powerful you were.

How powerful I am.

Of course.

Well, if you brought me here

for a session,
maybe we should start

with your delusional fantasies
and your obsessive behavior.

Dr. Ryan, you've been after me
for a very long time.

It keeps you up at night.

You came here today
looking for answers,

despite the possible danger.

So you tell me,
who's delusional and obsessive?

His computer's squeaky clean.

He didn't hack
Dr. Chan or Avery.

All right, well, someone's
working awfully hard

to put hubby in
our crosshairs.

I know it was
a while ago,

but is there anything
in particular you recall

about that time that
Avery's files were hacked?

Well, we were divorced by then.

Next time we spoke,
she dropped by here,

told me she was
moving to D.C.,

asked me to hold on
to some of her old office stuff

until she sent for it.
Which she never did.

Office stuff?

Yeah, books, pictures,

files, an old
computer-- stuff.

I was hoping we'd be able
to speak in person.

I prefer to speak this way.

There are 77 files
on the screen,

displaying each patient's
last name.

I had 78 patients.

You're conspicuous
by your absence.

I should've known it was you

when I walked into an abandoned
steel factory.

Your abusive father
was a steelworker.

You told me what he did to you.

It's because of him

you have such severe
social anxiety.

It's what keeps you
on that side of the screen...

Logan.

Logan Reeves.

Why don't you have a seat,
Logan, so we can get started?

I'll stand.

Whatever makes you
most comfortable.

Let's talk about
how you're feeling.

Clearly you're still
angry with your father,

which is why you chose
this place for our session.

This is not about him.

What is it about, then?

You promised me that
you'd always be there.

That you'd help.

Well, I'm sorry
you feel that I failed you.

You need to understand
I could no longer help you.

You abandoned me.

You pushed me off
onto another doctor

who forced me
into taking medications

that only made things worse.
Logan,

you suffer
from a delusional disorder.

You needed further treatment
which I could not provide.

That's not true.

I read your notes.

"Patient
responding to treatment."

Responding.

I was improving.

That was before I understood

your attachment to me
was hindering your progress.

You were the only person
that could ever help me.

Well, I'm here now.

Let's talk.

Here's the laptop Avery's
ex-husband gave us.

The legacy device.
The RAT's been on this computer for years.

Avery had no way of knowing.

But the hacker had to leave
digital fingerprints.

Krummy, pull up the event log
with all the connected devices.

That computer connected
to a couple dozen

external devices
throughout its life.

Yeah, we're looking
for the outlier.

- Uh...
- There.

The devices on this list
have connected multiple times,

except for that
thumb drive.

- Only plugged in once.
- That's our RAT.

It's got to be.
How did the hacker

gain access to Avery's
laptop in the first place?

Good question.

The transfer occurred
on a Wednesday at 2:34 p.m.

Business hours.
A patient.

Okay, we've got
Avery's old

address book on here.
On that date and time...

Uh, she was in a session.

With Logan Reeves.
Mm-hmm.

"Patient exhibits paranoid
and delusional tendencies.

"Anxiety. Anger.

"Potential early onset
psychotic disorder.

Not a danger to himself
or others at this time."

That's reassuring.
Not so fast.

According to
the FBI database,

over the last decade,
Logan Reeves

has been arrested
multiple times.

All violent
charges.

Tell me about when you first

started hacking.

As I recall, you didn't
even like computers.

Mmm.

I liked you.

I became a proficient hacker
to get to know you better.

I... felt like you knew
everything about me.

I knew nothing about you.

It was a very
one-sided relationship.

Mmm. Well, that's
what therapy is.

I was your doctor,
not your friend.

For someone who claims
to be so perceptive,

you clearly don't understand
what this is all about.

Then tell me.

It's not about
you fixing me, okay?

See, you...

had your chance to help me.

But you gave up!

You gave up on me!

We need a lock on this guy ASAP.

Last knowns. Current aliases.

Preferred substances.

I want to know everything
there is about Logan Reeves.

I got Logan's
last known address.

Saratoga Springs.
Mental institution.

Unfortunately, it closed down
a little over a year ago.

And the patients?

Back out on the street.
No follow-ups. No clue.

You've got to be kidding me.

There has to be something
else we can do.

Avery, where are you?

Danielle.

You remember her?

My former patient?

Mm-hmm, the one
that you didn't give up on.

The one that you devoted
so much time to.

The one that
you chose to help

when you didn't
want to help me.

For that reason,
she had to die.

Oh, you were so convinced

that her abusive
ex-husband killed her,

you even testified
against him.

You helped convict
an innocent man,

and now he is
rotting in jail.

You killed Danielle.

It's so much harder
than you would think

to strangle a person.

People find strength
when they're facing death, hmm?

But Dr. Chan--

ooh.

He put up much more of a fight

than your little friend,
Danielle.

What? No response?

You act like
you are so... emotionless,

but I know the truth.

Yeah, yeah, I knew

that you would transfer
that video

to all of your devices
because of its

sentimental value.

Your emotions are the reason

that I've been able
to watch you all these years.

Do you understand
what you've done, Logan?

Do you? Hmm?

Hmm?

I did this for
you, for us.

This is where we began,

and this is where
we're going to end.

It's carbon monoxide poisoning.

I bet that
you thought that you

have to be in, like, oh,
a small, enclosed space,

like a... a car, right,
for it to kill you.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

No, it just takes a little bit
in the air, and you're dead.

You think,
because you outweigh me,

it ensures
that I'll die before you?

But what if I don't?

This is Elijah Mundo.

It's me.

It's Avery.

Four eight two six...

Riverside Drive.

It's carbon...

A-Avery?

Avery?

It's got a keypad entry.

Elijah, Elijah, we got this.

Got it?
One more second.

We're good.

Okay, we're in.

Now, now, go!
Okay, guys, move out.

Avery?

Can you hear me?

Avery,

can you hear me?

Avery!

Avery?

We were worried about you
for a moment there.

Huh.

Oh, my head is splitting.

How long was I out for?

Just a few minutes.

Logan, did we get him?

No.

You got him, Avery.

It's over now.

Attention all units
in the vicinity of J Street.

Officers requesting
backup and a bus.

Call came in
an hour ago.

Shots fired.

Unis are canvassing
the area for witnesses.

Can you confirm
an I.D. on the Vic?

Taylor Pettis.

Wallet and license

were in his pocket.

Still had 200 bucks on him.

Not a robbery.

No.

No, someone came here
to kill him.

Hi. Come on in, please.

What a surprise. I...

You didn't have to come all the
way out here to check up on me.

Well, no. I-I wanted to...

tell you I was
sorry in person.

I-I know my team
roughed you up, and...

I just never talk about my past,

so they didn't know who you are.

I...

I'm glad you're safe, Avery.

Thanks.

You are okay?

You're not hurt?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Just part of the job.

My girl-- still so tough.

It's finally over, though.

I mean, this guy was the one
who hacked your practice?

Yes.

His name was Logan Reeves.

He knew
that I would always cherish...

...the videos of the two
of us with Hannah,

that I'd always
keep them with me.

He embedded a RAT in one
particular video file.

Basically, it allowed him
to live inside my computer.

It was the video of us
with Hannah in the park.

The last time
all three of us were together.

Can I see it?

The video?
Do... do you have it?

Oh, wow.

Oh...

Oh.

Oh.

You know...

I remember
this whole day.

Her chasing those bubbles and...

and that duck that took
her whole piece of bread,

and she followed him into
the water, and-and...

and watching her eyes
watch the sunset, and...

This was a perfect day.

An hour doesn't goes by
where I don't think about her.

Where I don't miss her.

Losing Hannah was the worst
thing I've ever gone through.

Right up there with losing you.

I am so sorry it
tore us apart.

I am so sorry.

Oh, me, too, Andrew.

Me, too.

Oh, me, too, Andrew.

Francine, what's going on?

What happened?

I killed him.

Uh...

I did it, Daniel.

I killed Taylor Pettis.

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