CSI: Cyber (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 2 - CMND:\Crash - full transcript
A roller coaster crash seems to have been caused by illegal access to the ride's internal computer.
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.
♪ ♪
(screaming)
(clacking)
(screaming)
Ripped By mstoll
♪ ♪
(whooping)
(buzzes)
It's not stopping.
Clear the platform, everyone!
(screaming)
(crashes)
(woman sobbing)
(siren wailing)
(indistinct radio transmission)
(car alarm whooping)
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
(grunts)
Morning.
This can't be good.
Visit from the boss.
(car alarm continues whooping)
(alarm shuts off)
You hacked my car alarm?
You do understand
that this is a very fine
and sophisticated
piece of machinery.
It took all of five minutes
to crack your vehicle passcode
and load the app that allowed me
to remotely take
control of your car.
Brody,
associating with known felons
violates the terms of our deal.
Look, I already know.
Page three, sub-point four
on the long list of things
that Brody Nelson
can no longer do. I got it.
That girl upstairs,
- the black hat?
- Yeah?
She's under house arrest
for computer intrusion.
Oh, come on, Avery.
Look, it's hard enough
to pull on a white hat
and forget everybody.
You want me to ignore my friends
and even my girl?
Especially your girl.
You can't straddle
both worlds, Brody.
It's binary.
You have a choice to make.
You're either working
for me in the Cyber Division
or you go to jail.
So that's it?
- Just like that?
- Just like that.
Oh, wow.
Hey!
How'd you even know I was here?
You seem grouchy.
No, I'm not grouchy.
I'm just covetous.
Spotted Director Henderson's
new Tesla in the parking garage.
That show-off.
How did this morning's chat go
with Brody Nelson?
He's now clear on the rules.
Be patient with this one, Simon.
He's a brilliant kid.
Maybe he can spare a bit
of that brilliance on this.
We got a new case.
Virginia field office sent over
some surveillance footage
and computer diagnostics
of an amusement park
coaster crash.
Got 20 people injured,
four in ICU and one dead.
They already ruled out
mechanical failure?
Richmond PD and
the park engineer
confirmed the brakes,
the track, the coaster cars,
they were all
functioning perfectly.
- Do they have a suspect?
- Just one.
The coaster's computer.
Which is why
Cyber was called in.
Elijah.
Downloading amusement
park crash footage
and diagnostics
in CTOC right now.
Can you ask Raven
to bring that up?
Ah. Pink.
Nice.
Thank you.
Michelle made it for me.
Made me promise to wear it
when we're not together,
and on weekends and when I fly
and on her birthday
and my birthday,
and her best friend
Lillian's birthday.
(laughs)
When do you get her back?
Day after tomorrow.
This whole week on, week off
schedule is driving me crazy.
Divorce isn't easy.
Hang in there.
- Let's convene in five minutes.
- All right.
Did you see it?
They're adding a desk
to the Tear Down Room.
Okay.
So it's official?
New guy's sticking around?
Nelson?
Looks that way.
Is that a problem, Krumitz?
Problem? With me?
No, no, I love it.
I'm thrilled and delighted.
I'm tingly all over.
What have we got?
First responders collected
video cameras, smartphones.
Some of this footage
we're seeing
was shot by the victims
at the time of the crash.
Park security reported
no known threats to the park.
There were no ransom demands.
There was no public claim
of responsibility.
Which means whoever
crashed this coaster
wasn't motivated by
the kind of notoriety
that comes from causing
a tragedy like this.
Raven, pull up the ride's
computer diagnostics.
MUNDO:
This is a 3-D rendering
Thrill Country sent over
of the roller coaster.
A sensor
for every foot of track,
over 100 fail-safes,
all designed to stop the coaster
at the first sign
of an emergency.
All installed for
one ultimate purpose:
Prevent a crash.
Which, in this case,
didn't happen.
So all the fail-safes failed?
- And all at the same time?
- RYAN: That's not possible.
On this scale, there's
no such thing as a coincidence.
Somebody breached
the roller coaster's computer
and compromised the code.
Making that computer
an accomplice to murder.
Raven, pull up
screen four, rewind it.
This was shot on the platform,
right before the crash.
The ride was great!
You should have come with us.
MAN:
Sarah Miller...
will you marry me?
SARAH: I knew you two
were up to something.
FRIEND: Don't look at me!
It was all Alex.
- Yes.
- YOUNG MAN: It's not stopping.
- Hurry, go! Move! Go!
- Yes, of course I'll...
- (screaming)
- Everyone go!
(screaming)
And that was
the young woman who died.
We leave for the airport in ten.
WOMAN: I can still hear
the terrified screams,
the sound of the impact.
My sons were in the second car.
Eric broke his wrist,
Kyle cut his legs.
We were lucky.
Others weren't.
We weren't even supposed
to be out here today.
We were just out for a drive
and decided to stop.
It was... it was all so random.
I... yeah, I was on the platform.
I barely got out of the way.
The two guys next to me,
they didn't.
(sobs)
I don't know what
happened to them.
I don't even know
what hospital they took
my girlfriend to... I...
I gotta... I gotta go find her.
YOUNG MAN: We were celebrating
Brian's 18th birthday.
I could tell that the car
wasn't gonna stop.
Just ten more minutes and we
were on our way out of the park.
Then my son...
begged for just one more ride.
Just one more ride.
(man sniffs)
I should've said no.
Why didn't I say no?
MUNDO: Keep this area secure;
we want to check it again.
RYAN:
Dozens of victims
with no apparent connection
to the park or each other.
I spoke to the cops,
the park administrators.
Between the two of them,
have exactly zero leads.
(phone rings)
Agent Mundo.
(sighs)
I understand. Thank you.
Two of the four victims
in critical condition just died.
Crime Scene processed the scene.
There's no physical evidence
suggesting the ride
was tampered with.
Witnesses didn't notice anyone
at or near the computer room.
Doesn't mean it wasn't hacked.
OFFICER: Sir, you can't be here.
This is a crime scene.
- Come on. - I'm-I'm just looking
for something.
- Come on.
- No, it's gotta be here.
I have to find it.
No, let go of me, please!
- Come on.
- Let go of me!
Whatever you're looking for,
sir, is probably not here.
Yeah, Crime Scene
already collected
all the evidence yesterday.
It's not evidence.
It's her ring.
Sarah Miller, will you marry me?
I want it back.
I want her to have it.
She should have it.
What's your name?
It's Alex.
How could something
like this happen?
My girlfriend Sarah is dead.
I'm sorry, Alex.
My name's Avery Ryan.
I'm an FBI investigator,
and we're gonna find the person
responsible for this crash
and for Sarah's death.
♪ 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. ♪
(people screaming)
(screaming continues)
All right, cable me.
(clears throat)
(whistles)
You freaking out?
Sorry, man, it's just, uh...
Does this ever become...
I mean, you know, normal?
Job's not for everyone.
There's no shame in admitting
you're not man enough for it.
You know, Krummy,
it just became clear to me
that one day, just one day,
me and you are gonna be besties.
(sighs heavily)
Wow. I'm gonna have
to get back to you on that.
Right now, I'm gonna run
the diagnostic
on the coaster's computer
and find out
why it crashed, okay?
- Sound good?
- RYAN: What do we know?
A few things. Number one,
it's countdown to washout
for the new guy.
- (chuckles)
- And two,
the fail-safes on the ride
never engaged
because the coaster's computer
never detected an emergency.
You mean in time to stop
the accident?
I mean at all.
According to this diagnostic,
the coaster never crashed.
What?
There's no record
of anything going wrong.
Coaster ran every
required pre-ride check.
Proper functionality
across the board.
Yeah, it's like
it never happened.
But it did.
According to this,
it didn't even detect
a system failure.
What?
Huh?
Uh, nothing.
MUNDO:
You ever see a pit bull
with a chew toy?
You're already in her jaws.
No getting out now. Spill.
(sighs)
All right, look,
as of right now,
it's just a bunch of rumors
and speculation,
but there's been a lot
of talk on the wire
that it was only a matter
of time before someone
would create a source code
allowing them to remotely hack
the coaster,
override the fail-safes
and then crash it.
MUNDO:
When somebody puts it out there,
hackers rush to be
the first to do it.
I hate to burst your hacker
gossip bubble, Nelson,
but this computer
was not remotely hacked.
- You sound certain.
- 'Cause I am.
It's physically impossible
for this computer
to connect to the Internet.
It's been completely air-gapped.
The park made sure it didn't
have Bluetooth or Wi-Fi
so no one could hack in.
You're saying whoever did this
did it from inside that room,
plugged in.
- It was an up-close intrusion?
- Yep.
Explains the direction
of that security camera.
My guess is, the target moved it
before breaching
the control room.
But no signs of forced entry.
Both the door locks and
the keycard reader are intact.
Target let himself in,
inside job.
RAMIREZ: Elijah,
I'm setting up screen-sharing
on your tablet so you can both
see the park's security locks.
Raven, let's go back two days.
Pull up all the activity
on the coaster
control room keypad again.
Let's look at 2:53 p.m.
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute.
17 different employees
tried to swipe
into the control room
in one minute?
The security server's clean.
The logs haven't
been tampered with.
That many employees decided
to open the exact same door
- at the exact same time?
- No.
One denied card's a mistake.
17 is a concerted effort
to break in.
This was our target.
He was guessing.
He didn't know which employee
card would open the door,
so he kept trying
till he hit pay dirt.
Just one problem
with that theory, guys.
According to the park
incidents reports,
no employees have reported cards
being lost or stolen.
Well, he didn't have to steal
the actual cards.
Just the information.
MUNDO: This is old-school
card skimming.
How many employee entrances
to the park?
Two, each with
its own keycard reader.
Our target doctored them
to steal employee information.
He captured the info
on the dummy device.
Then he made his own cards.
Explains why nobody reported
their cards stolen.
The target hijacked
their information
to gain access
to the control room.
Guys, I've got
something else here.
A week ago, a card was swiped
five consecutive times.
Denied each time.
All right, employees know what
door their card is gonna open.
Why would someone try
to swipe it five times?
He's a former employee.
He was probably checking
to see if it was still active.
Well, according to his file,
he was laid off two months ago.
Nice way of saying "fired."
RAMIREZ:
Get this.
The job he was fired from,
park engineer.
We might be looking
at a motive here.
He's got the technical
proficiency to pull this off.
Let me see if I can get
an employee photo.
Yeah.
Here it is.
Alex Davis.
That's the guy looking
for the ring.
RYAN: Did you hack
the coaster's computer, Alex?
DAVIS:
Why would I do that, huh?
Sarah died on that coaster.
And we need to understand
how that happened.
MUNDO:
You were the park engineer
at KLS Attractions.
Why'd they fire you?
I was always late, okay?
My boss could only cut me
so much slack.
I imagine you felt upset.
Yeah, I was mad.
At myself.
Not at him.
Not at the park.
MUNDO:
Then why'd you sneak in
to the park
after you'd been terminated
and try to gain access
to the coaster control room?
I don't, I don't know
what you're talking about.
I-I never did that.
Your card tried to swipe open
the control room door
a week before the crash.
That wasn't me.
Okay, the day...
that Sarah died was...
...was the first time
I'd been back to Thrill Country
since I'd been fired.
I want to talk about the ride
for a minute.
You weren't on it
when it crashed.
You were on the platform.
I need you to explain why.
Sarah and I first met
on that platform.
She was getting off
a ride with a friend,
and we bumped right
into each other.
I just wanted to recreate
that moment
when I proposed.
Who helped you design
your engagement ring?
No one. It was my grandmother's.
(sighs)
Thank you, Alex.
Pupillary constrictions indicate
he's telling the truth.
Micro-expressions signal
he's not masking his feelings.
Alex is innocent.
Why'd you ask about the ring?
I wanted to see his answer
so I could establish a baseline,
make sure that
I was reading him correctly.
I was.
He never would've hurt her.
(sighs) So using Alex's
employee I.D. Card
was our target's first attempt
to get into that control room.
He knew that Alex had access.
He didn't know he'd been fired.
And when that card didn't work,
our guy knew
he needed to find any card
to open that door.
Takes a hell of a lot
of planning
to pull off a crash
of this magnitude.
Our target is smart,
patient, determined.
A bank robber, he cases a branch
so he can get in,
get the money and get out.
He has a goal, a payday.
Well, our target has
a goal, too,
and once we figure out
what that is,
we'll be one step closer
to catching him.
KRUMITZ:
A Bluetooth radio?
Where's Nelson?
I thought he'd benefit from
spending some time with Raven.
Fight it all you want, Krumitz,
Nelson's not going anywhere.
This will become a bromance.
You...
I...
O-Okay.
Well, all right.
I'd like to introduce you
to our murder weapon.
A single-board computer.
Very primitive,
but very powerful,
and more importantly,
not actually part
of the coaster computer.
Should I take a seat for this?
No, I'll be brief and riveting.
Can you take this
to Nelson and Raven?
Thank you.
Okay.
Our target slipped a fake panel
into the programmable
logic controller
and placed the panel
beside the six
that were supposed to be there.
RYAN: And no one noticed
an extra panel?
It's like this.
Wait, wait, wait,
what about the no-food policy?
(laughing):
Oh, that's for everyone else.
Okay, so I always order
a Large and Tasty
from the sub shop
around the corner with bacon,
but the Large and Tasty
doesn't come with bacon.
Something you'd only know if
you're familiar with the menu.
The bacon is disguised
because it looks like part
of the sandwich.
That extra panel looks
exactly like the other six.
So our target was able to hide
the seventh panel in plain sight
because no one knew
to look for it.
That was the bacon.
Exactly, sort of.
How it works.
I took the liberty of adding
a bunch of single-board
computers into the office.
I'm using my cell phone
to tell all the hidden boards
to take control
of the PLCs in the building,
and the lighting system,
CTOC network
and even the elevators.
(beeps)
(elevator bell dings,
Krumitz chuckles)
RYAN:
So your cell phone controls
the programmable
logic controller.
KRUMITZ:
Yeah. "I can't get out."
- (laughs)
- Okay, Krumitz, I get it.
Let them out.
Okay.
You ready for the scariest part?
A single-board
computer like this
can be found anywhere online
for about 50 bucks
with instructions on how to do
everything you just saw.
But it's got to be
a lot more difficult
to crash a roller coaster
than it is to prank an elevator.
Actually, it's not.
The coding is very similar,
and it's so easy
a nine-year-old could use it.
PLCs control almost everything
you can think of.
So with one of these
single-board computers,
anyone can hack in
and take control of the PLC.
If anyone could be the target,
how do we find him?
I'm keeping my fingers crossed
that when Nelson and Raven
process that board,
they'll find trace
that'll give us a match
within CODIS and AFIS.
You do realize that keeping
your fingers crossed
is rarely, if ever,
effective in fighting crime?
Aware of it.
So, as much as it pains me,
I'm prepared to admit that
my initial theory was wrong.
Our hacker was not in
the control room plugged in
when the crash occurred.
He only accessed the room once
to place the board.
After that, he did everything
that I did in CTOC.
He used a Bluetooth radio
that he attached to the board
to communicate with the computer
to cause the crash.
The board is our murder weapon,
and now it's our smoking gun.
You said the park's computer
was air-gapped.
Yeah, but the board
that the target
plugged into
the computer wasn't.
The Bluetooth radio on the board
pairs with any device
that knows its unique address
within 60 feet.
(softly):
60 feet.
That's it.
Krumitz, you just uncovered
the target's motive.
Wait, wha-what's the motive?
Okay, you're saying
the target was there
among the crowd
when it happened?
Within 60 feet, which tells me
our target likes to get up
close and personal... a voyeur
with a deviant interest
in staging accidents
for his own personal
gratification.
A paraphilia.
Turned on by gore.
Or as we like to say,
"gore-porn."
So the objective
is to witness it,
document it and share it
with a group of others
who get off on it.
And this accident was caused
for the sole purpose
- of carnage?
- Before computers, pedophiles
used to keep a box
of photos under their bed.
Being geographically isolated
from other pedophiles
forced them to suppress their
socially unacceptable desires.
But today the Internet
connects people
with the same
deviant tendencies.
And once they come together,
they normalize the behavior
and encourage each other.
Crashing a roller coaster,
that is big.
Suggesting the target was
trying to impress somebody.
I mean, in this case,
three people died.
Could've been dozens more.
That's what the target hoped!
As much gore as possible.
I believe that our target
is part of a deviant peer group,
a forum that encourages
violent urges.
And that's the motive?
Harm innocent people going
about their everyday lives
just to... just to arouse
some sick
exclusive group?
You know, I spent the bulk
of my career
fighting street gangs...
cleaning up
after their drive-bys,
drug deals
and their bloody little wars...
but today we are facing
anonymous targets obsessed
with impressing people
they don't even know!
With encouragement
and recognition
comes escalation.
Simon, I believe our target
is going to strike again.
Glove up!
Looks like we've got blood.
You another one of Avery's
hackers in captivity?
Haven't touched
a computer unsupervised
for two years.
Can't even have a smartphone.
But honestly,
it's the best thing
that's ever happened to me.
Yeah, well, she didn't try
to track you down, huh?
Tell you who you could date?
You think that stuff
just happened to you?
Please, you're not that special.
Avery was all up in my business.
MUNDO:
What do you got, guys?
Looks like our target made
an old-school mistake.
He left blood on the board.
We ran the DNA through CODIS
and we got a match.
But there's a problem?
The identity
of whoever deposited
the blood on the board...
is sealed.
- By whom? - That's where
it gets interesting.
Us.
The FBI.
- (line ringing)
- MAN: Yeah.
Hey, I need you to throw
some weight around.
If I'm going to blow
a two-year op by giving you
the sealed name
of a confidential informant,
I'm gonna need more than
a passionate plea, Simon.
Colin, come on,
nobody appreciates
FBI confidentiality protocol
more than I do.
We're both FBI.
Criminal and Cyber
have to work together.
Listen, the target
we are after could be
behind this
roller coaster crash.
I got three dead,
countless injuries.
We believe he will strike again.
Sorry, Simon,
can't help you this time.
Now, I have a lot
of work on my desk.
Hey, I heard your
daughter got married.
Yeah. Yeah.
And, uh, I'm still
getting the bills.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Yeah, I'm guessing the best part
was walking her down the aisle
and telling her
how much you love her?
Well, imagine your daughter
dying just weeks before you got
a chance to do any of that.
You were always
so sentimental, Simon.
I don't have to be.
I can go right over your head.
Ronnie Sloane!
(music playing over headphones)
Ronnie Sloane!
Ronnie Sloane! FBI.
Hands on your head!
Step away from the desk!
Hey! I didn't do anything!
Found your device, Ronnie.
The one you put
in that coaster in Richmond.
The one that made it crash...
and kill three people!
What? I didn't have
anything to do with that.
Then why was your blood
found on this component?
Hey, man, before this
goes any further,
you should know I have
connections at the FBI. I...
Ronnie! Look around.
Your connections...
are they here?
No. But I sure as hell am.
The next words out of
your mouth better explain
why your blood was on the board
that caused that crash.
I-I guess because
I must've made it?
Uh, the tools are sharp,
the components are small.
I prick my fat fingers,
like, all the time, man!
And I make a lot
of boards for people.
Who'd you make this one for?
I have no idea.
I swear.
It's an all-cash business.
No names,
no addresses, no phone numbers.
Unlike you,
I don't ask questions.
The blood trace was a dead end.
I need you to get me into a
black hat forum on the Deep Web.
Whoa. Look, not so easy.
The wire is like a bad
neighborhood... you got to know
where you're going
and you got to get there fast.
We need a gore-porn forum.
One that caters to those
who are sexually aroused
by extreme carnage.
That's where
our target's lurking.
You got to be invited.
Anyone who doesn't belong
gets the boot.
The forum administrators
who create and run the sites?
They take their exclusivity
very seriously.
They will lock you out,
crash your computer
if they do not want
you on their forums.
Just create an identity,
earn their trust.
Yeah, but it was
my understanding
that according to the deal
keeping me out of jail,
you did tell me that
I couldn't go on the Deep Web
- or even associate myself...
- Oh, forget that.
We're working on a case.
Just do it.
Okay.
I like the way you roll.
(laughs)
♪ ♪
Naughty99 is the handle
that I've been using
for this gore-porn forum.
Now, the administrator
denied me access.
But I made him think
that I'd been vouched for
- by a member, so they let me in.
- Wait, wait, wait.
You're telling me
you gained access
to a Deep Web forum
in just a couple of hours?
Yeah.
So I ran an image search
on all the videos
ever uploaded
to the public level and...
bingo.
All right, so someone
named Otto posted
horrific video
of the coaster crash yesterday.
Hey, this is shot from
the ride's platform.
Get this... Otto's been active
now on the public forum
for a few months,
but he's been trying
to get invited
to the private forum.
No dice.
See?
The administrator told him
that the roller coaster crash
didn't kill enough people.
Guess there wasn't
enough carnage.
Wait a second here.
Our target was not
already in that forum.
He was generating original
content to try and join it.
Which means he's gonna
do something bigger
to try to prove that
he's worthy of admission.
Something that's gonna put
a lot of innocent lives at risk.
NELSON: Hold on, look. Someone
just posted to this thread.
It's Otto.
Dude's not playing around.
He's gonna crash a subway train.
All right, I reviewed
all the footage
from the roller coaster crash,
checked every area within
60 feet of the computer.
I found nothing odd or
distinctive that could give us
a clue to identify our target.
Anyone holding a control
or a remote?
No. I think the computer was
controlled by a cell phone.
It doesn't draw
attention or stand out.
Allows our target
to keep a low profile.
Mm-hmm, so I figure
we're gonna have to play
this chess match
two moves ahead.
Even if we lure him out,
we can't identify him, except
the Bluetooth radio that
Krumitz pulled from that board
had to have paired with
something for our target
- to initiate the crash.
- Our target's cell phone.
Exactly! Every Bluetooth device
has its own 12-character
alphanumeric address.
Because the radio
Krumitz found paired
with our target's cell phone,
we now have
our target's
unique Bluetooth address.
So I assigned that address
to this Bluetooth Sniffer.
As soon as we're close to him,
it'll find his signal.
- And we nail him.
- (knocking)
Nelson's chatting with Otto
on the forum right now.
Otto thinks Nelson
is the forum administrator.
We don't have much time.
Any second, the real
administrator could look
on his forum, spot our
fake profile and boot us.
Tell Otto I'm incredibly aroused
by his promise of a spectacle.
Ask Otto when it will happen.
MUNDO:
Three hours?
That's the middle
of the commuter rush
on the East Coast.
That's when he can create
the most carnage.
Ask him where...
N-No, wait, wait.
Let's not be so direct.
Tell him I'm a commuter.
I want to see it, not be in it.
- He's not responding.
- Be patient.
Look, I'm guessing he is
gonna crash those trains
into the barriers
at the end of the line.
It's the only place that he
can guarantee a collision.
So he can capture
the footage of the victims.
The city's Boston.
Simon, the city's Boston;
have them shut it down.
If they ask, tell them
the target told us.
Now we've just got
to get him to meet us.
Tell us which train.
Ask him if we can watch
the carnage together.
He could be on to us.
Remember, he thinks we're
the forum administrator.
You tell him... if he wants
access to the private forum,
he has to agree
to a face-to-face meeting.
We must have been detected
by the real forum administrator,
and he booted us.
Do you think Otto
will actually show up?
Well, he did seem
pretty suspicious
before the administrator
kicked us off the forum.
As far as Otto knows, he said
no, we kicked him off the forum.
He's a voyeur with
a pathological need
to be near the accident.
He gets off on watching
random innocents tragically die.
He will be at that
subway in Boston.
The only question is,
which line?
WOMAN: Stephanie,
we have to make this train.
We can't miss it.
Wait! Wait!
Thank you.
RYAN: The governor
shut down the subway system.
Boston PD, FBI
and Transportation Authority
are all boarding the trains,
- looking for the target's
device. - (phone ringing)
Hey, we just landed.
I just got a call
from Massachusetts Bay
Transportation Authority.
There's a subway train
still moving, Yellow Line,
loaded with passengers,
blowing through stops.
Call you when I got more.
Nelson, you're with Elijah.
Krumitz, you're with me.
Our target accelerated his plan.
Hacked into the subway.
He's taking control.
Let's move!
(tires screeching)
(car horns honking,
siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(phone rings)
Nelson, it's kind of hard
to talk and type.
Hold on.
Go ahead.
Krumitz, how we looking, bro?
I've linked up
to the city's main control,
and I'm writing code
to convince the board
that the subway train's already
reached the end of the line.
Once I finish, I'll upload the
code to the Mass Transit server.
Right, which will automatically
push the code
to all the trains
and stop the subways.
E, where are we?
Approaching Stoneworth Station.
Krumitz, are you close yet?
No. No, I need another minute.
Yo, E, just keep going, man.
He's not gonna make it
- to Stoneworth. - How far
to the next subway station?
Two miles, straight ahead.
(passengers gasping)
(tires screeching)
(horn honking)
KRUMITZ:
Okay, I got it, I got it.
I stopped the train.
Nelson, get
to Hillridge Station ASAP.
RYAN:
You and Elijah need to get
- those people off the train.
- Hold on.
(grunts)
Hey!
Come on, come on,
get off quickly, everybody.
Come on! Come on!
(overlapping chatter)
Everybody, come on!
I got you. Come on. Follow me.
Wait, wait,
my daughter's on the train.
Stephanie!
Oh, my God, Stephanie!
NELSON: Stay calm!
Everybody just stay calm!
Stephanie!
Wait, wait!
(overlapping shouting)
My baby, Stephanie!
Wait, w-w-wait,
look, it's gonna be okay.
Avery, Otto just
regained control.
Meet us at the end of the line.
Stephanie, I'm gonna get you
back to your mom.
See these nice people?
They're gonna take
good care of you.
Everything's gonna
be okay, I promise.
MAN: I tried that, man.
It doesn't work.
Elijah, what's happening?
Nelson, the brakes aren't
slowing the train down.
Okay, look inside the panel
in the forward car for the PLC.
You're gonna have to yank
the board out of there.
- Where's the train now?
- Southvale.
He's only got two stops left.
(tires screeching)
The PLC's not
in the control panel.
Okay, it must be an older car.
Uh...
there's another place
it might be,
but you're not gonna like it.
You need to look outside
underneath the last train car.
You're right, I don't like it.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
I removed the target's board,
but the train's
- not stopping.
- Damn it.
It must still be paired
to the train's computer
over Bluetooth.
First, carefully...
remove the Bluetooth radio
from the motherboard.
You'll find it in the USB port.
No time to be delicate.
Did you find him?
Not yet.
Whoa, whoa, wait.
It should be here.
Ah, he ditched the phone.
Krumitz, secure that exit.
Nice to meet you, Otto.
Get him out of here.
- Stephanie! Stephanie!
- Mom!
NELSON: Man, I never
thought I'd see the day
I'd be working for Five-O.
(chuckles) You know, taking down
hats, traveling in style.
Better get used to it.
Krummy, wait up.
Look, you-you busy right now?
Look, I was thinking maybe,
you know,
me and you go check out
a movie or something.
How about one of those
romantic comedies, huh?
KRUMITZ: No, we're
not gonna hang out.
And we're definitely
not gonna watch
a romantic comedy together.
I'm not your boyfriend.
Besides, we have
paperwork to do.
(knocking on window)
- Daddy!
- Michelle!
(sighs)
It's so good to see you.
So, how are you?
How was school?
You don't have my bracelet.
You know what, I had to use it.
It helped me save
a lot of people today.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
Don't worry.
I'll make you another one.
You will?!
Is this always a part of
our job... filling out paperwork?
Yes, it's called
an after-action report.
Now, nobody said you
had to stay. I got it.
I know what you're trying to do.
You're trying to get me to leave
so you can cut me out
your version of the takedown.
You think you're slick.
What version?
You were in a different
subway station entirely.
"On the phone with Agent Daniel
Krumitz, Brody Nelson said..."
No, no, uh-uh.
I never said that.
Black people do not use
the word "pal."
You ever heard the word
"pal" in a rap song?
I did not ask for your input
- on my report, pal.
- (phone buzzing)
(groans)
How much time you think
Otto's gonna get?
Well, he committed murder,
attempted murder,
then there's the computer fraud
and the abuse,
and according
to U.S. Statute 2703,
I'd say he's looking
at a bunch of time.
- Yo.
- Hey.
- Anyone in the mood for
some pizza? - (phone buzzing)
Can you please put
your phone on silent?
I've been listening to that
thing buzz for the past hour.
- Who's blowing up Nelson?
- NELSON: No one.
Certainly not no one.
It's that black hat, isn't it?
I thought Avery told you
to ditch her.
She did; I'm just
not sure what to say.
You unsure what to say?
Look, Krummy, this is tough.
It's not like I can
tell her
I'm working for the Feds now.
Well, you can tell her
that you're moving out of state.
And what if I run into her?
- Tell her you met someone else.
- Uh-uh.
Baby girl will hack my
computer, steal my identity
and spend half the money
in my bank account
before I can finish a sentence.
Well, look on the bright side...
if she hacks your computer,
we can just arrest her.
- There you go, problem solved.
- Krumitz.
What? I'm just saying.
(phone buzzes, Nelson groans)
Well, I am starving.
You hungry?
Yes, let's go get some food.
(phone buzzing)
Hello.
Uh, no, he-he's unavailable
right now.
A colleague.
Well, you have
a sexy voice, too.
I'm Daniel.
Well, it's nice to meet you,
Monique.
(laughs)
Can you pick me up?
I don't have a car.
Ripped By mstoll
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.
♪ ♪
(screaming)
(clacking)
(screaming)
Ripped By mstoll
♪ ♪
(whooping)
(buzzes)
It's not stopping.
Clear the platform, everyone!
(screaming)
(crashes)
(woman sobbing)
(siren wailing)
(indistinct radio transmission)
(car alarm whooping)
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
(grunts)
Morning.
This can't be good.
Visit from the boss.
(car alarm continues whooping)
(alarm shuts off)
You hacked my car alarm?
You do understand
that this is a very fine
and sophisticated
piece of machinery.
It took all of five minutes
to crack your vehicle passcode
and load the app that allowed me
to remotely take
control of your car.
Brody,
associating with known felons
violates the terms of our deal.
Look, I already know.
Page three, sub-point four
on the long list of things
that Brody Nelson
can no longer do. I got it.
That girl upstairs,
- the black hat?
- Yeah?
She's under house arrest
for computer intrusion.
Oh, come on, Avery.
Look, it's hard enough
to pull on a white hat
and forget everybody.
You want me to ignore my friends
and even my girl?
Especially your girl.
You can't straddle
both worlds, Brody.
It's binary.
You have a choice to make.
You're either working
for me in the Cyber Division
or you go to jail.
So that's it?
- Just like that?
- Just like that.
Oh, wow.
Hey!
How'd you even know I was here?
You seem grouchy.
No, I'm not grouchy.
I'm just covetous.
Spotted Director Henderson's
new Tesla in the parking garage.
That show-off.
How did this morning's chat go
with Brody Nelson?
He's now clear on the rules.
Be patient with this one, Simon.
He's a brilliant kid.
Maybe he can spare a bit
of that brilliance on this.
We got a new case.
Virginia field office sent over
some surveillance footage
and computer diagnostics
of an amusement park
coaster crash.
Got 20 people injured,
four in ICU and one dead.
They already ruled out
mechanical failure?
Richmond PD and
the park engineer
confirmed the brakes,
the track, the coaster cars,
they were all
functioning perfectly.
- Do they have a suspect?
- Just one.
The coaster's computer.
Which is why
Cyber was called in.
Elijah.
Downloading amusement
park crash footage
and diagnostics
in CTOC right now.
Can you ask Raven
to bring that up?
Ah. Pink.
Nice.
Thank you.
Michelle made it for me.
Made me promise to wear it
when we're not together,
and on weekends and when I fly
and on her birthday
and my birthday,
and her best friend
Lillian's birthday.
(laughs)
When do you get her back?
Day after tomorrow.
This whole week on, week off
schedule is driving me crazy.
Divorce isn't easy.
Hang in there.
- Let's convene in five minutes.
- All right.
Did you see it?
They're adding a desk
to the Tear Down Room.
Okay.
So it's official?
New guy's sticking around?
Nelson?
Looks that way.
Is that a problem, Krumitz?
Problem? With me?
No, no, I love it.
I'm thrilled and delighted.
I'm tingly all over.
What have we got?
First responders collected
video cameras, smartphones.
Some of this footage
we're seeing
was shot by the victims
at the time of the crash.
Park security reported
no known threats to the park.
There were no ransom demands.
There was no public claim
of responsibility.
Which means whoever
crashed this coaster
wasn't motivated by
the kind of notoriety
that comes from causing
a tragedy like this.
Raven, pull up the ride's
computer diagnostics.
MUNDO:
This is a 3-D rendering
Thrill Country sent over
of the roller coaster.
A sensor
for every foot of track,
over 100 fail-safes,
all designed to stop the coaster
at the first sign
of an emergency.
All installed for
one ultimate purpose:
Prevent a crash.
Which, in this case,
didn't happen.
So all the fail-safes failed?
- And all at the same time?
- RYAN: That's not possible.
On this scale, there's
no such thing as a coincidence.
Somebody breached
the roller coaster's computer
and compromised the code.
Making that computer
an accomplice to murder.
Raven, pull up
screen four, rewind it.
This was shot on the platform,
right before the crash.
The ride was great!
You should have come with us.
MAN:
Sarah Miller...
will you marry me?
SARAH: I knew you two
were up to something.
FRIEND: Don't look at me!
It was all Alex.
- Yes.
- YOUNG MAN: It's not stopping.
- Hurry, go! Move! Go!
- Yes, of course I'll...
- (screaming)
- Everyone go!
(screaming)
And that was
the young woman who died.
We leave for the airport in ten.
WOMAN: I can still hear
the terrified screams,
the sound of the impact.
My sons were in the second car.
Eric broke his wrist,
Kyle cut his legs.
We were lucky.
Others weren't.
We weren't even supposed
to be out here today.
We were just out for a drive
and decided to stop.
It was... it was all so random.
I... yeah, I was on the platform.
I barely got out of the way.
The two guys next to me,
they didn't.
(sobs)
I don't know what
happened to them.
I don't even know
what hospital they took
my girlfriend to... I...
I gotta... I gotta go find her.
YOUNG MAN: We were celebrating
Brian's 18th birthday.
I could tell that the car
wasn't gonna stop.
Just ten more minutes and we
were on our way out of the park.
Then my son...
begged for just one more ride.
Just one more ride.
(man sniffs)
I should've said no.
Why didn't I say no?
MUNDO: Keep this area secure;
we want to check it again.
RYAN:
Dozens of victims
with no apparent connection
to the park or each other.
I spoke to the cops,
the park administrators.
Between the two of them,
have exactly zero leads.
(phone rings)
Agent Mundo.
(sighs)
I understand. Thank you.
Two of the four victims
in critical condition just died.
Crime Scene processed the scene.
There's no physical evidence
suggesting the ride
was tampered with.
Witnesses didn't notice anyone
at or near the computer room.
Doesn't mean it wasn't hacked.
OFFICER: Sir, you can't be here.
This is a crime scene.
- Come on. - I'm-I'm just looking
for something.
- Come on.
- No, it's gotta be here.
I have to find it.
No, let go of me, please!
- Come on.
- Let go of me!
Whatever you're looking for,
sir, is probably not here.
Yeah, Crime Scene
already collected
all the evidence yesterday.
It's not evidence.
It's her ring.
Sarah Miller, will you marry me?
I want it back.
I want her to have it.
She should have it.
What's your name?
It's Alex.
How could something
like this happen?
My girlfriend Sarah is dead.
I'm sorry, Alex.
My name's Avery Ryan.
I'm an FBI investigator,
and we're gonna find the person
responsible for this crash
and for Sarah's death.
♪ 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. ♪
(people screaming)
(screaming continues)
All right, cable me.
(clears throat)
(whistles)
You freaking out?
Sorry, man, it's just, uh...
Does this ever become...
I mean, you know, normal?
Job's not for everyone.
There's no shame in admitting
you're not man enough for it.
You know, Krummy,
it just became clear to me
that one day, just one day,
me and you are gonna be besties.
(sighs heavily)
Wow. I'm gonna have
to get back to you on that.
Right now, I'm gonna run
the diagnostic
on the coaster's computer
and find out
why it crashed, okay?
- Sound good?
- RYAN: What do we know?
A few things. Number one,
it's countdown to washout
for the new guy.
- (chuckles)
- And two,
the fail-safes on the ride
never engaged
because the coaster's computer
never detected an emergency.
You mean in time to stop
the accident?
I mean at all.
According to this diagnostic,
the coaster never crashed.
What?
There's no record
of anything going wrong.
Coaster ran every
required pre-ride check.
Proper functionality
across the board.
Yeah, it's like
it never happened.
But it did.
According to this,
it didn't even detect
a system failure.
What?
Huh?
Uh, nothing.
MUNDO:
You ever see a pit bull
with a chew toy?
You're already in her jaws.
No getting out now. Spill.
(sighs)
All right, look,
as of right now,
it's just a bunch of rumors
and speculation,
but there's been a lot
of talk on the wire
that it was only a matter
of time before someone
would create a source code
allowing them to remotely hack
the coaster,
override the fail-safes
and then crash it.
MUNDO:
When somebody puts it out there,
hackers rush to be
the first to do it.
I hate to burst your hacker
gossip bubble, Nelson,
but this computer
was not remotely hacked.
- You sound certain.
- 'Cause I am.
It's physically impossible
for this computer
to connect to the Internet.
It's been completely air-gapped.
The park made sure it didn't
have Bluetooth or Wi-Fi
so no one could hack in.
You're saying whoever did this
did it from inside that room,
plugged in.
- It was an up-close intrusion?
- Yep.
Explains the direction
of that security camera.
My guess is, the target moved it
before breaching
the control room.
But no signs of forced entry.
Both the door locks and
the keycard reader are intact.
Target let himself in,
inside job.
RAMIREZ: Elijah,
I'm setting up screen-sharing
on your tablet so you can both
see the park's security locks.
Raven, let's go back two days.
Pull up all the activity
on the coaster
control room keypad again.
Let's look at 2:53 p.m.
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
wait a minute.
17 different employees
tried to swipe
into the control room
in one minute?
The security server's clean.
The logs haven't
been tampered with.
That many employees decided
to open the exact same door
- at the exact same time?
- No.
One denied card's a mistake.
17 is a concerted effort
to break in.
This was our target.
He was guessing.
He didn't know which employee
card would open the door,
so he kept trying
till he hit pay dirt.
Just one problem
with that theory, guys.
According to the park
incidents reports,
no employees have reported cards
being lost or stolen.
Well, he didn't have to steal
the actual cards.
Just the information.
MUNDO: This is old-school
card skimming.
How many employee entrances
to the park?
Two, each with
its own keycard reader.
Our target doctored them
to steal employee information.
He captured the info
on the dummy device.
Then he made his own cards.
Explains why nobody reported
their cards stolen.
The target hijacked
their information
to gain access
to the control room.
Guys, I've got
something else here.
A week ago, a card was swiped
five consecutive times.
Denied each time.
All right, employees know what
door their card is gonna open.
Why would someone try
to swipe it five times?
He's a former employee.
He was probably checking
to see if it was still active.
Well, according to his file,
he was laid off two months ago.
Nice way of saying "fired."
RAMIREZ:
Get this.
The job he was fired from,
park engineer.
We might be looking
at a motive here.
He's got the technical
proficiency to pull this off.
Let me see if I can get
an employee photo.
Yeah.
Here it is.
Alex Davis.
That's the guy looking
for the ring.
RYAN: Did you hack
the coaster's computer, Alex?
DAVIS:
Why would I do that, huh?
Sarah died on that coaster.
And we need to understand
how that happened.
MUNDO:
You were the park engineer
at KLS Attractions.
Why'd they fire you?
I was always late, okay?
My boss could only cut me
so much slack.
I imagine you felt upset.
Yeah, I was mad.
At myself.
Not at him.
Not at the park.
MUNDO:
Then why'd you sneak in
to the park
after you'd been terminated
and try to gain access
to the coaster control room?
I don't, I don't know
what you're talking about.
I-I never did that.
Your card tried to swipe open
the control room door
a week before the crash.
That wasn't me.
Okay, the day...
that Sarah died was...
...was the first time
I'd been back to Thrill Country
since I'd been fired.
I want to talk about the ride
for a minute.
You weren't on it
when it crashed.
You were on the platform.
I need you to explain why.
Sarah and I first met
on that platform.
She was getting off
a ride with a friend,
and we bumped right
into each other.
I just wanted to recreate
that moment
when I proposed.
Who helped you design
your engagement ring?
No one. It was my grandmother's.
(sighs)
Thank you, Alex.
Pupillary constrictions indicate
he's telling the truth.
Micro-expressions signal
he's not masking his feelings.
Alex is innocent.
Why'd you ask about the ring?
I wanted to see his answer
so I could establish a baseline,
make sure that
I was reading him correctly.
I was.
He never would've hurt her.
(sighs) So using Alex's
employee I.D. Card
was our target's first attempt
to get into that control room.
He knew that Alex had access.
He didn't know he'd been fired.
And when that card didn't work,
our guy knew
he needed to find any card
to open that door.
Takes a hell of a lot
of planning
to pull off a crash
of this magnitude.
Our target is smart,
patient, determined.
A bank robber, he cases a branch
so he can get in,
get the money and get out.
He has a goal, a payday.
Well, our target has
a goal, too,
and once we figure out
what that is,
we'll be one step closer
to catching him.
KRUMITZ:
A Bluetooth radio?
Where's Nelson?
I thought he'd benefit from
spending some time with Raven.
Fight it all you want, Krumitz,
Nelson's not going anywhere.
This will become a bromance.
You...
I...
O-Okay.
Well, all right.
I'd like to introduce you
to our murder weapon.
A single-board computer.
Very primitive,
but very powerful,
and more importantly,
not actually part
of the coaster computer.
Should I take a seat for this?
No, I'll be brief and riveting.
Can you take this
to Nelson and Raven?
Thank you.
Okay.
Our target slipped a fake panel
into the programmable
logic controller
and placed the panel
beside the six
that were supposed to be there.
RYAN: And no one noticed
an extra panel?
It's like this.
Wait, wait, wait,
what about the no-food policy?
(laughing):
Oh, that's for everyone else.
Okay, so I always order
a Large and Tasty
from the sub shop
around the corner with bacon,
but the Large and Tasty
doesn't come with bacon.
Something you'd only know if
you're familiar with the menu.
The bacon is disguised
because it looks like part
of the sandwich.
That extra panel looks
exactly like the other six.
So our target was able to hide
the seventh panel in plain sight
because no one knew
to look for it.
That was the bacon.
Exactly, sort of.
How it works.
I took the liberty of adding
a bunch of single-board
computers into the office.
I'm using my cell phone
to tell all the hidden boards
to take control
of the PLCs in the building,
and the lighting system,
CTOC network
and even the elevators.
(beeps)
(elevator bell dings,
Krumitz chuckles)
RYAN:
So your cell phone controls
the programmable
logic controller.
KRUMITZ:
Yeah. "I can't get out."
- (laughs)
- Okay, Krumitz, I get it.
Let them out.
Okay.
You ready for the scariest part?
A single-board
computer like this
can be found anywhere online
for about 50 bucks
with instructions on how to do
everything you just saw.
But it's got to be
a lot more difficult
to crash a roller coaster
than it is to prank an elevator.
Actually, it's not.
The coding is very similar,
and it's so easy
a nine-year-old could use it.
PLCs control almost everything
you can think of.
So with one of these
single-board computers,
anyone can hack in
and take control of the PLC.
If anyone could be the target,
how do we find him?
I'm keeping my fingers crossed
that when Nelson and Raven
process that board,
they'll find trace
that'll give us a match
within CODIS and AFIS.
You do realize that keeping
your fingers crossed
is rarely, if ever,
effective in fighting crime?
Aware of it.
So, as much as it pains me,
I'm prepared to admit that
my initial theory was wrong.
Our hacker was not in
the control room plugged in
when the crash occurred.
He only accessed the room once
to place the board.
After that, he did everything
that I did in CTOC.
He used a Bluetooth radio
that he attached to the board
to communicate with the computer
to cause the crash.
The board is our murder weapon,
and now it's our smoking gun.
You said the park's computer
was air-gapped.
Yeah, but the board
that the target
plugged into
the computer wasn't.
The Bluetooth radio on the board
pairs with any device
that knows its unique address
within 60 feet.
(softly):
60 feet.
That's it.
Krumitz, you just uncovered
the target's motive.
Wait, wha-what's the motive?
Okay, you're saying
the target was there
among the crowd
when it happened?
Within 60 feet, which tells me
our target likes to get up
close and personal... a voyeur
with a deviant interest
in staging accidents
for his own personal
gratification.
A paraphilia.
Turned on by gore.
Or as we like to say,
"gore-porn."
So the objective
is to witness it,
document it and share it
with a group of others
who get off on it.
And this accident was caused
for the sole purpose
- of carnage?
- Before computers, pedophiles
used to keep a box
of photos under their bed.
Being geographically isolated
from other pedophiles
forced them to suppress their
socially unacceptable desires.
But today the Internet
connects people
with the same
deviant tendencies.
And once they come together,
they normalize the behavior
and encourage each other.
Crashing a roller coaster,
that is big.
Suggesting the target was
trying to impress somebody.
I mean, in this case,
three people died.
Could've been dozens more.
That's what the target hoped!
As much gore as possible.
I believe that our target
is part of a deviant peer group,
a forum that encourages
violent urges.
And that's the motive?
Harm innocent people going
about their everyday lives
just to... just to arouse
some sick
exclusive group?
You know, I spent the bulk
of my career
fighting street gangs...
cleaning up
after their drive-bys,
drug deals
and their bloody little wars...
but today we are facing
anonymous targets obsessed
with impressing people
they don't even know!
With encouragement
and recognition
comes escalation.
Simon, I believe our target
is going to strike again.
Glove up!
Looks like we've got blood.
You another one of Avery's
hackers in captivity?
Haven't touched
a computer unsupervised
for two years.
Can't even have a smartphone.
But honestly,
it's the best thing
that's ever happened to me.
Yeah, well, she didn't try
to track you down, huh?
Tell you who you could date?
You think that stuff
just happened to you?
Please, you're not that special.
Avery was all up in my business.
MUNDO:
What do you got, guys?
Looks like our target made
an old-school mistake.
He left blood on the board.
We ran the DNA through CODIS
and we got a match.
But there's a problem?
The identity
of whoever deposited
the blood on the board...
is sealed.
- By whom? - That's where
it gets interesting.
Us.
The FBI.
- (line ringing)
- MAN: Yeah.
Hey, I need you to throw
some weight around.
If I'm going to blow
a two-year op by giving you
the sealed name
of a confidential informant,
I'm gonna need more than
a passionate plea, Simon.
Colin, come on,
nobody appreciates
FBI confidentiality protocol
more than I do.
We're both FBI.
Criminal and Cyber
have to work together.
Listen, the target
we are after could be
behind this
roller coaster crash.
I got three dead,
countless injuries.
We believe he will strike again.
Sorry, Simon,
can't help you this time.
Now, I have a lot
of work on my desk.
Hey, I heard your
daughter got married.
Yeah. Yeah.
And, uh, I'm still
getting the bills.
Yeah, I'll bet.
Yeah, I'm guessing the best part
was walking her down the aisle
and telling her
how much you love her?
Well, imagine your daughter
dying just weeks before you got
a chance to do any of that.
You were always
so sentimental, Simon.
I don't have to be.
I can go right over your head.
Ronnie Sloane!
(music playing over headphones)
Ronnie Sloane!
Ronnie Sloane! FBI.
Hands on your head!
Step away from the desk!
Hey! I didn't do anything!
Found your device, Ronnie.
The one you put
in that coaster in Richmond.
The one that made it crash...
and kill three people!
What? I didn't have
anything to do with that.
Then why was your blood
found on this component?
Hey, man, before this
goes any further,
you should know I have
connections at the FBI. I...
Ronnie! Look around.
Your connections...
are they here?
No. But I sure as hell am.
The next words out of
your mouth better explain
why your blood was on the board
that caused that crash.
I-I guess because
I must've made it?
Uh, the tools are sharp,
the components are small.
I prick my fat fingers,
like, all the time, man!
And I make a lot
of boards for people.
Who'd you make this one for?
I have no idea.
I swear.
It's an all-cash business.
No names,
no addresses, no phone numbers.
Unlike you,
I don't ask questions.
The blood trace was a dead end.
I need you to get me into a
black hat forum on the Deep Web.
Whoa. Look, not so easy.
The wire is like a bad
neighborhood... you got to know
where you're going
and you got to get there fast.
We need a gore-porn forum.
One that caters to those
who are sexually aroused
by extreme carnage.
That's where
our target's lurking.
You got to be invited.
Anyone who doesn't belong
gets the boot.
The forum administrators
who create and run the sites?
They take their exclusivity
very seriously.
They will lock you out,
crash your computer
if they do not want
you on their forums.
Just create an identity,
earn their trust.
Yeah, but it was
my understanding
that according to the deal
keeping me out of jail,
you did tell me that
I couldn't go on the Deep Web
- or even associate myself...
- Oh, forget that.
We're working on a case.
Just do it.
Okay.
I like the way you roll.
(laughs)
♪ ♪
Naughty99 is the handle
that I've been using
for this gore-porn forum.
Now, the administrator
denied me access.
But I made him think
that I'd been vouched for
- by a member, so they let me in.
- Wait, wait, wait.
You're telling me
you gained access
to a Deep Web forum
in just a couple of hours?
Yeah.
So I ran an image search
on all the videos
ever uploaded
to the public level and...
bingo.
All right, so someone
named Otto posted
horrific video
of the coaster crash yesterday.
Hey, this is shot from
the ride's platform.
Get this... Otto's been active
now on the public forum
for a few months,
but he's been trying
to get invited
to the private forum.
No dice.
See?
The administrator told him
that the roller coaster crash
didn't kill enough people.
Guess there wasn't
enough carnage.
Wait a second here.
Our target was not
already in that forum.
He was generating original
content to try and join it.
Which means he's gonna
do something bigger
to try to prove that
he's worthy of admission.
Something that's gonna put
a lot of innocent lives at risk.
NELSON: Hold on, look. Someone
just posted to this thread.
It's Otto.
Dude's not playing around.
He's gonna crash a subway train.
All right, I reviewed
all the footage
from the roller coaster crash,
checked every area within
60 feet of the computer.
I found nothing odd or
distinctive that could give us
a clue to identify our target.
Anyone holding a control
or a remote?
No. I think the computer was
controlled by a cell phone.
It doesn't draw
attention or stand out.
Allows our target
to keep a low profile.
Mm-hmm, so I figure
we're gonna have to play
this chess match
two moves ahead.
Even if we lure him out,
we can't identify him, except
the Bluetooth radio that
Krumitz pulled from that board
had to have paired with
something for our target
- to initiate the crash.
- Our target's cell phone.
Exactly! Every Bluetooth device
has its own 12-character
alphanumeric address.
Because the radio
Krumitz found paired
with our target's cell phone,
we now have
our target's
unique Bluetooth address.
So I assigned that address
to this Bluetooth Sniffer.
As soon as we're close to him,
it'll find his signal.
- And we nail him.
- (knocking)
Nelson's chatting with Otto
on the forum right now.
Otto thinks Nelson
is the forum administrator.
We don't have much time.
Any second, the real
administrator could look
on his forum, spot our
fake profile and boot us.
Tell Otto I'm incredibly aroused
by his promise of a spectacle.
Ask Otto when it will happen.
MUNDO:
Three hours?
That's the middle
of the commuter rush
on the East Coast.
That's when he can create
the most carnage.
Ask him where...
N-No, wait, wait.
Let's not be so direct.
Tell him I'm a commuter.
I want to see it, not be in it.
- He's not responding.
- Be patient.
Look, I'm guessing he is
gonna crash those trains
into the barriers
at the end of the line.
It's the only place that he
can guarantee a collision.
So he can capture
the footage of the victims.
The city's Boston.
Simon, the city's Boston;
have them shut it down.
If they ask, tell them
the target told us.
Now we've just got
to get him to meet us.
Tell us which train.
Ask him if we can watch
the carnage together.
He could be on to us.
Remember, he thinks we're
the forum administrator.
You tell him... if he wants
access to the private forum,
he has to agree
to a face-to-face meeting.
We must have been detected
by the real forum administrator,
and he booted us.
Do you think Otto
will actually show up?
Well, he did seem
pretty suspicious
before the administrator
kicked us off the forum.
As far as Otto knows, he said
no, we kicked him off the forum.
He's a voyeur with
a pathological need
to be near the accident.
He gets off on watching
random innocents tragically die.
He will be at that
subway in Boston.
The only question is,
which line?
WOMAN: Stephanie,
we have to make this train.
We can't miss it.
Wait! Wait!
Thank you.
RYAN: The governor
shut down the subway system.
Boston PD, FBI
and Transportation Authority
are all boarding the trains,
- looking for the target's
device. - (phone ringing)
Hey, we just landed.
I just got a call
from Massachusetts Bay
Transportation Authority.
There's a subway train
still moving, Yellow Line,
loaded with passengers,
blowing through stops.
Call you when I got more.
Nelson, you're with Elijah.
Krumitz, you're with me.
Our target accelerated his plan.
Hacked into the subway.
He's taking control.
Let's move!
(tires screeching)
(car horns honking,
siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(phone rings)
Nelson, it's kind of hard
to talk and type.
Hold on.
Go ahead.
Krumitz, how we looking, bro?
I've linked up
to the city's main control,
and I'm writing code
to convince the board
that the subway train's already
reached the end of the line.
Once I finish, I'll upload the
code to the Mass Transit server.
Right, which will automatically
push the code
to all the trains
and stop the subways.
E, where are we?
Approaching Stoneworth Station.
Krumitz, are you close yet?
No. No, I need another minute.
Yo, E, just keep going, man.
He's not gonna make it
- to Stoneworth. - How far
to the next subway station?
Two miles, straight ahead.
(passengers gasping)
(tires screeching)
(horn honking)
KRUMITZ:
Okay, I got it, I got it.
I stopped the train.
Nelson, get
to Hillridge Station ASAP.
RYAN:
You and Elijah need to get
- those people off the train.
- Hold on.
(grunts)
Hey!
Come on, come on,
get off quickly, everybody.
Come on! Come on!
(overlapping chatter)
Everybody, come on!
I got you. Come on. Follow me.
Wait, wait,
my daughter's on the train.
Stephanie!
Oh, my God, Stephanie!
NELSON: Stay calm!
Everybody just stay calm!
Stephanie!
Wait, wait!
(overlapping shouting)
My baby, Stephanie!
Wait, w-w-wait,
look, it's gonna be okay.
Avery, Otto just
regained control.
Meet us at the end of the line.
Stephanie, I'm gonna get you
back to your mom.
See these nice people?
They're gonna take
good care of you.
Everything's gonna
be okay, I promise.
MAN: I tried that, man.
It doesn't work.
Elijah, what's happening?
Nelson, the brakes aren't
slowing the train down.
Okay, look inside the panel
in the forward car for the PLC.
You're gonna have to yank
the board out of there.
- Where's the train now?
- Southvale.
He's only got two stops left.
(tires screeching)
The PLC's not
in the control panel.
Okay, it must be an older car.
Uh...
there's another place
it might be,
but you're not gonna like it.
You need to look outside
underneath the last train car.
You're right, I don't like it.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
I removed the target's board,
but the train's
- not stopping.
- Damn it.
It must still be paired
to the train's computer
over Bluetooth.
First, carefully...
remove the Bluetooth radio
from the motherboard.
You'll find it in the USB port.
No time to be delicate.
Did you find him?
Not yet.
Whoa, whoa, wait.
It should be here.
Ah, he ditched the phone.
Krumitz, secure that exit.
Nice to meet you, Otto.
Get him out of here.
- Stephanie! Stephanie!
- Mom!
NELSON: Man, I never
thought I'd see the day
I'd be working for Five-O.
(chuckles) You know, taking down
hats, traveling in style.
Better get used to it.
Krummy, wait up.
Look, you-you busy right now?
Look, I was thinking maybe,
you know,
me and you go check out
a movie or something.
How about one of those
romantic comedies, huh?
KRUMITZ: No, we're
not gonna hang out.
And we're definitely
not gonna watch
a romantic comedy together.
I'm not your boyfriend.
Besides, we have
paperwork to do.
(knocking on window)
- Daddy!
- Michelle!
(sighs)
It's so good to see you.
So, how are you?
How was school?
You don't have my bracelet.
You know what, I had to use it.
It helped me save
a lot of people today.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
Don't worry.
I'll make you another one.
You will?!
Is this always a part of
our job... filling out paperwork?
Yes, it's called
an after-action report.
Now, nobody said you
had to stay. I got it.
I know what you're trying to do.
You're trying to get me to leave
so you can cut me out
your version of the takedown.
You think you're slick.
What version?
You were in a different
subway station entirely.
"On the phone with Agent Daniel
Krumitz, Brody Nelson said..."
No, no, uh-uh.
I never said that.
Black people do not use
the word "pal."
You ever heard the word
"pal" in a rap song?
I did not ask for your input
- on my report, pal.
- (phone buzzing)
(groans)
How much time you think
Otto's gonna get?
Well, he committed murder,
attempted murder,
then there's the computer fraud
and the abuse,
and according
to U.S. Statute 2703,
I'd say he's looking
at a bunch of time.
- Yo.
- Hey.
- Anyone in the mood for
some pizza? - (phone buzzing)
Can you please put
your phone on silent?
I've been listening to that
thing buzz for the past hour.
- Who's blowing up Nelson?
- NELSON: No one.
Certainly not no one.
It's that black hat, isn't it?
I thought Avery told you
to ditch her.
She did; I'm just
not sure what to say.
You unsure what to say?
Look, Krummy, this is tough.
It's not like I can
tell her
I'm working for the Feds now.
Well, you can tell her
that you're moving out of state.
And what if I run into her?
- Tell her you met someone else.
- Uh-uh.
Baby girl will hack my
computer, steal my identity
and spend half the money
in my bank account
before I can finish a sentence.
Well, look on the bright side...
if she hacks your computer,
we can just arrest her.
- There you go, problem solved.
- Krumitz.
What? I'm just saying.
(phone buzzes, Nelson groans)
Well, I am starving.
You hungry?
Yes, let's go get some food.
(phone buzzing)
Hello.
Uh, no, he-he's unavailable
right now.
A colleague.
Well, you have
a sexy voice, too.
I'm Daniel.
Well, it's nice to meet you,
Monique.
(laughs)
Can you pick me up?
I don't have a car.
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