09x17 - El Conejo (No. 177)

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What was the protocol, Kosta?

Raymond?

How?

The last time I saw you, you said
you were going to meet your fate.

You may very well
be about to meet yours.

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

Which is why I'm here.

The plan.

I want to hear from your lips

how the plan was supposed to work.

To begin with? You were supposed to die.

Then Elizabeth would be given
specific instructions

on how to make her way here.

I would be waiting.

Elizabeth is dead.

For several years now.

You didn't think something was
wrong when she never showed up?

Well, you never told me
how long to wait.

So I kept the lanterns burning.

Mm.

The noble lighthouse keeper
at the end of the world.

It would be poetic, if you
hadn't betrayed my trust.

I would never.

The recordings for Elizabeth.

You saw me put them inside the safe.

Yes. In the screening room.

No one has been in there since.

Then why did I find these
on the other side of the world?

But how?

Bocce balls. I figure when in Rome.

We're in Montenegro.

Sciatica's acting up.

Haven't been in this much
pain since I threw out my back

dancing at a sock hop in .

- Who is that?
- That's your fate.

He and his bocce balls are here

to find out what really happened.

I hope you slept well, Kosta.
It's going to be a long day.

Good morning, Director.

Good morning, Director, sir.

Um...

I'm Agent Mojtabai.

I'm... I'm Mr. Mojta...

No. Okay.

I'm Aram.

How did I forget how to do this?

I was shocked to see
your name on my phone sheet.

How've you been?

Um... I've been better.

I forgot. You actually do honesty.

Well, the last couple months
haven't been the best.

Things didn't quite work out
at the Bureau.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear it.

The task force I was on got shut down

because of the death
of a colleague, and, um...

I just couldn't find
my passion in it anymore.

I meant I'm sorry
to hear you say it to me.

You may not remember,

but commiseration's not my strong suit.

- I mean, if we're being honest.
- Oh, I remember.

In fact, Nick, uh, that...
That's why I'm here.

Because what I remember is
that you are completely selfish.

And this...

This is a million-dollar idea.

Okay. I'm interested.

So, you know how most security
systems are defensive, right?

They detect a thr*at and shut it down.

Well, this software...
This software is offensive.

When it detects an intrusion,

it activates its own built-in
Trojan rootkit to att*ck the intruder.

It then throws out colossal floods

of junk traffic to clog them up

while it eviscerates their
operating system in the process.

That is not a million-dollar idea.

It's a billion-dollar one.

This won't just protect people.

It will actively discourage black hats.

It'll revolutionize tech security.

Right? That is what I was going for,

but I have no idea how to
turn my idea into a business,

which is why I'm here.

Of course, um, if, uh...
If you're too busy

or, you know, need, um,
some time to think it over...

I am too busy,
and I've already thought about it.

I'm in.

You've reached Naamah Mojtabai.

Leave a message and have a blessed day.

Hey. Uh, it's me.

Um, I could... I could really use, um...

I could use a Mom Talk right about now.

Um, well, I have my first, uh, briefing

with the Director of National
Intelligence this morning,

and I am low-key freaking out.

Um, if you get this, like,
in the next minutes

and you can call me back or so,
that would be super, um, super.

So...

Yo! Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Greetings from El Conejo.

I thought I'd thought of everything.

A villa that no one knew I owned.

A place of peace and quiet.

A place where Elizabeth could
listen and prepare.

She was to retrieve the box,

sit right here...

And learn the business.

From you.

I put all of it into these recordings.

Every bit of it.

I knew I wouldn't be there to help her,

but I thought perhaps my words could,

that they would provide
whatever might be needed.

And Kosta's job was to wait for her.

And to bring her here when she arrived.

So she could open the safe.

The safe is one-of-a-kind.

I had it constructed in Switzerland

to my specifications.

Two thumbprints in the world
could open it.

Mine and/or Elizabeth's.

And you put this box inside of it.

Yes.

And a few days ago,
I found it in a dead cop's vault

, miles away from here.

The safe looks untouched.

How do you think they got inside it?

I haven't a clue.

Hence the bocce balls.

We've been over it and over it.

So we just go over it again.

And expect a different result?

You do know that's
the definition of insanity.

Panabaker gave you a month
to identify who k*lled Doug Koster

before all those charges
against you are reimposed.

Now, it would be insane of us

not to do everything that we can

to prevent that from happening.

I feel like I'm living in purgatory.

Worse, it feels like Charlene and Agnes

are living there with me.

Hey, anyone seen Aram today?

He's not in yet?

Haven't seen him, sir.

I think you can drop the "sir."

To be honest, I never liked it much.

I prefer "Harold."

Well, Harold, it's not
like Aram to be late.

No, but he had his first meeting

with National Intelligence today.

Maybe he had to run home after
and change his shirt.

Hm. Or his shorts.

I know we're on the clock
with the investigation,

but if he needs a pep talk about
what his new responsibilities are,

I think I'm the one who should give it.

Mrs. Mojtabai.

Oh.

Are you alright? What happened?

I don't know. He called me.

He said he wanted to have a mom talk.

You said he called.
What else did he say?

We didn't talk.

He left a message.

Please find him.

Okay.

Ah.

My package has arrived.

_

I thought there'd be more to you.

Who are you?

What am I doing here?

I am Don Francisco Luis Marquez.

El Conejo to my best friends
and worst enemies.

I know who you are,
Special Agent Mojtabai.

And you stole from me.

And you're going to pay
me back with your life.

If you get this, like,
in the next minutes

and you can call me back or so,
that would be super, um, super.

Yo! Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Greetings from El Conejo.

That came from Aram's mother.

The entire abduction was recorded.

Who's El Conejo,
and what's he want with Aram?

As to the what, I haven't the foggiest.

The who I can help you with.

Dembe and I once chased "The Rabbit"

along an underground river
in the jungle in Quintana Roo.

El Conejo is Don Marquez?

The Marquez Cartel.
The cocaine traffickers.

Cocaine was their business.

Now they traffic
in a different cash crop.

You know what it takes
to grow one of these?

I never used to interest
myself in such things.

I'm more of an import/export man.

Avocados are
a multibillion-dollar industry

run by family farming operations.

Or it was, before the cartels took over

through kidnapping, t*rture, and m*rder.

Think about that the next time
you order a Cobb salad.

I-I gotta say, I-I'm still,
uh, wondering why I'm here.

You know why, you magician, you.

You made an entire
tractor trailer of my product

disappear into thin air
on its way over the border.

I did?

Now I'm out half a million,

and my competitors think I'm soft.

Sir, I have no idea where your truck is.

If I did, I would tell you.

Uh, this is... Uh, this is terrifying.

I put in m*llitary-grade firewalls,

elliptic curve cryptography...
All of it state-of-the-art

to protect my supply chains
and travel lines.

What's terrifying is that a piece of
malware chewed through it like a...

Like a termite through balsa wood.

Marquez runs his whole cartel

through a notoriously
sophisticated server system.

If there's a connection to Aram,
you have to assume that's it.

That's not much of a lead.

No, but this is.

The Scripps Brothers.
They built the server.

How do you know that?

Because Marquez wanted my guy to do it,

but my guy's exclusive to me
and has a curfew...

And a very stern mother.

So he recommended the Scripps Brothers.

I'd pay them a visit myself,
but I'm unavailable at the moment.

But I'll get you an address
for the Scripps.

They're the best place to start.

You've got the wrong guy.

Oh, I-I've worked on a lot of programs,

but I've never designed
anything in my life

to hurt someone or... or cause...

Armando.

So...

It took my team half the day
to find it buried in the malware.

Maybe you acted alone.

Maybe you did it for the FBI.

I don't particularly care.

But this has your name all over it.

Impressive stuff.

If I didn't have to k*ll you,
I'd hire you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop, stop!

Please, please. Stop, stop, stop.

Before you do whatever
you're planning to do,

can I please... can I please
take a look at that?

You want me to hand you my computer?

After everything you've done?

Sir, I have no idea
where your shipment is.

I do not know what that program is.

But if you give me that laptop, maybe...

Maybe I can help you figure this out.

So, Teddy, who did it?

I don't know, 'cause he doesn't know.

Go back in there.

- Did I mention my sciatica?
- Teddy.

Like getting poked in
the tenderloin by a narwhal!

Want me to go in?

It won't matter.

If Teddy says Kosta doesn't
know who broke into the safe,

he doesn't know.

We'll have to find the answer
some other way.

Maybe you know the answers.

Me?

Not you. You.

The two of you have been arrested

by the NSA seven times each?

Eight for me.

Shut up.

And, Ritchie, you can't even
touch a computer in Norway

without the thr*at of immediate arrest.

How did you piss off Norway that bad?

Lawyer. Lawyer. Lawyer.

Look, geek squad, we don't
care about how many gigabytes

you move around
in your mother's basement.

An FBI agent is missing and
the clock's ticking on his life.

Okay. Suit yourself.

But you're not gonna like
what comes next.

Okay, cop.

Hey, that's all our stuff.

And seeing how it was used

to help build a drug cartel's firewall,

the FBI will be impounding all of it.

But you can't do that.

We just did.

Don't worry, though.
You'll get it all back. Eventually.

That was a $ , K monitor!

We're real clumsy around here.

Let me get you a receipt for that.

No, no, no, no.

We can do this all day long.

Now, you wanna help us out, fellas,

and maybe we'll give you this
cart of crap back in one piece.

Some of it, anyway.

Okay, okay.
Just don't bust anything else.

What do you need?

Bad code is... Is like a bad recipe.

A pinch of this, a dash of that.

To reverse engineer it, though, you...

You're working without a cookbook.

You're in the States?
No one told me you were coming.

It's not a good time, Antonio.

_

We'll talk about it later.

_

_

_

I hear it from my brother...

I'm here on business.

Samuel works in the business.

You go to college.

There. We talked. Now go.

No.

What happens here, I don't
want you to be a part of it.

What about what I want?

I-I see you, what? Twice a year?

Great. Sic the g*ons on me.

Drop me a postcard
next time you're around.

Or don't.

_

_

_

Um, Mr. Marquez, I found something.

Okay, uh, this here,

this building block
is part of a longer code

I wrote for a program called Greylock.

That is why I signed my name
to it like that.

As a joke.

So this was all you?

No. No, this...
The rest of this isn't me.

Somebody stole my work.

So this is the Marquez network.

You get in and out just like that?

We built a back door. Sue us.

So what do you want to know?

Anything that tells us
where Marquez took our agent.

Don't even have to look that hard.

The guy you're missing's
some kind of tech wizard, yeah?

How do you know that?

There's a user in the network
now poking around at everything.

It's some serious bandwidth.

Can you get us a location?

I wrote some of this,
but someone weaponized the rest.

The rootkit I wrote to att*ck intruders

was used to gut your firewall

and gain access to your shipping lines.

There is somebody out there
who targeted you

and they used my work to do it.

Wait a minute.

What?

Someone built an apex predator.

You could use it to rob banks,

to disrupt utility services,
take down power grids.

Right now, I just want
the shipment back.

Who is this? How the hell
did you get this number?

I have your
missing product. Half a million. Cash.

I'll call in one hour
with delivery instructions.

Get Samuel. And lock up the agent.

I'll deal with him later.

Hello, Elizabeth.

I hope you're comfortable,

sitting down
with something good to drink.

There's always plenty to eat
in the larder.

So please feel free at any time

to shut me up and help yourself.

If you're watching this, I must be dead

and the business must be yours.

I'm relieved.

And excited for you.

And worried, as you might expect.

It's strange.

Even with all the g*nf*re
and K*llers in my life,

I've never really worried about myself.

I've been much too busy
worrying about you.

Oh, my God, what a pain
in the ass I've been.

Anyway.

What lies ahead is a glorious,

treacherous, and, I hope,
rewarding journey.

If you'll permit me,
I'd like to share with you

some things that I've learned
over a lifetime of bad deeds

and good intentions.

So let's take a walk
together one last time.

Congratulations, you genius son-of-a...

We did it. You know what this means?

It means we can start planning
to sell this thing.

I, uh... I still think we should tinker.

There are some diagnostics I
want to take another look at...

Aram, you're k*lling me.

Well, it's not ready till it's ready.

When? The next epoch?

We have the VitasNow report.

They gave us a clean bill of health.

We paid a third party
for their assessment...

To find flaws, problems, data gaps,

things we could've missed, right?

They're only one company.

Who double-checked everything.

Our I's are dotted, T's are crossed.

I read it. You read it.
Relax. It's time to celebrate.

Yeah, but they did, uh,

point out a few glitches
with peripherals...

Oh, please, no jargon.

You know I don't speak circuit board.

They didn't spot anything that
couldn't be patched up easily.

Bottom line... They were happy for us.

And I'm happy for us,
'cause we're gonna be stinking rich.

You know what we need now?

More champagne and a strip club.

Oh, I-I can't.

Uh, I, uh... I actually
have dinner plans

with my parents tonight.

Aram, seriously.

You're k*lling me.

FBI!

Go, go, go!

FBI! Hands! Hands!

Hey, bud. How's your morning going?

How'd you find me?

HRT is clearing the space.
No sign of Marquez.

Uh, he got a ransom call about avocados.

Apparently guacamole
is the new angel dust.

We managed to bag this one.

Let's hope he knows something.

There's a lot to the shipping.

But the most crucial part of shipping...

Sun Tzu wrote, "The greatest victory

is that which requires no battle."

I would agree.

If you want to make your enemy
your friend,

create a problem for them
and then solve it.

It's that simple.

You'll want to take notes now.

The following is a list of wines

that pair with everything.

I've said a lot about the mechanics

of how to operate my... Uh, your empire.

But much more important than that

is managing the emotional reality

of running this enterprise.

And to do that, you must
understand one concept above all else.

You have thousands of talented people

who work for and with you,

thousands of people
who you are responsible for.

But at the end of the day, you're alone.

Nick. Uh, me again.

We need to talk.
Uh, you have my number. Uh, thank you.

You should go to a hospital.

No, I got a better idea...

Us figuring out why you were kidnapped

by a bloodthirsty avocado cartel.

Uh, the why is easy...

Marquez thinks I hacked into his system,

accessed his delivery routes,

and stole his product, but it wasn't me.

But he found your digital
signature in his system.

Yes. Uh, which means
my Greylock source code

was stolen by our avocado thief.

Who had access to it, besides you?

Uh, my former business partner, Nick,

but he doesn't know HTML
from hieroglyphics,

and, for like a second,
this third-party risk assessment firm

we hired to spotlight any glitches.

I-It was early on,

but they definitely had a copy
of unlocked source code.

Can I make a suggestion?

Of course.

Well, we have two avenues here.

Someone set up Aram.
We need to know who.

We also need to track Marquez.

A man like that is never
in the States long.

This may be our one sh*t
at getting a cartel leader.

So we divide and conquer.

Aram follows up with
the third-party company.

Someone's in charge there.

Bring them in,
get to the bottom of this.

The rest of you should focus

on getting whatever information
you can out of our new guest.

What do you think?

Let's do it.

Thank you for that.

Anytime, boss.

Antonio?

_

It was a long drive back to Princeton.

I knew the place was empty...

This is a safehouse, not a crash pad.
Get out of here.

_

What is it? Que paso?

The FBI raided the downtown warehouse.

They grabbed Machado.
They took back their agent.

Agent? Th-Th-That was an agent
you had c*ptive?

Why do you think I
wanted you out of there?

For your own good.

_

_

- A business matter.
- _

- The FBI...
- Yeah, it is dangerous.

That's why you need to let us handle it.

You should never
be deceived into believing

that you can really trust anyone.

My experience is that even
my most intimate partners,

advisers, and friends have
had occasion to betray me.

You must always be mentally prepared

to separate yourself from
anyone and anything in your life.

Because people will turn.

You know what I'm talking about.

You witnessed it with Mr. Kaplan.

Hell, you've done it yourself.

I'm sorry if I made it sound
all doom and gloom.

Lonely.

It's not.

There's a freedom in your new role.

Freedom from convention.

From being a follower.

The pack takes its cue
from the alpha wolf.

And when that wolf is wise and mindful,

the whole pack prospers.

That said, you will have one blind spot,

one weakness that
can't be willed out of you.

And that's Agnes.

I have no advice for you there.

All I can tell you is, uh, do your best,

And... hold on to that.

My company is highly respected
in the industry.

I don't know what you think
happened with your source code...

You turned my software into a w*apon.

You took something meant
to help and protect people

and stripped it for parts
until it was dangerous.

Agent Mojtabai, I've reviewed your file.

Based on what I saw,
nothing you've said here surprises me,

except that you blame us for
a problem of your own making.

What are you talking about?

You hired us to do an independent review

of your source code.

Our conclusions were clear.

Perhaps you've forgotten how clear.

You must not have read our report.

I brought you another copy.

I read it cover-to-cover.

My business partner, Nick, read it, too.

Then you didn't read it thoroughly.

See for yourself.

Aside from a few minor glitches,

you gave us a clean bill of health.

What are these sections?

Implementations?

Vulnerabilities?

I've never seen any of these.

Dammit, Nick.

See, no one needed to turn
your software into a w*apon.

Because I built a w*apon from the start.

What time do Conroy and
the others get here tomorrow?

: , and the buyers should
arrive shortly after that.

You knew this whole time.

Sorry, you're not supposed
to be in here.

It's okay, Chloe.

This is the godfather of Greylock.

The man who invented us.

Everything we've accomplished
is because of him.

What happened to you?
You fall off your bike?

Remember this?

I had a little chat with
Walter Sykes from VitasNow,

and this is their full report,

with all those sections
you didn't bother to show me.

You know, the ones that said
there's vulnerability

in the Greylock source code?

I don't know if you took
a look around on the way in,

but we're way past source code.

Remember Conroy? All that financing?

That was just the beginning.

We're pitching buyers tomorrow.
Sky's the limit.

You lied to me.

I sat right there
and you lied to my face.

I omitted. I held a few things back.

What did this company know
that you and I didn't?

If something was really wrong,
you would've fixed it.

You know I was too close to the project.

I couldn't see it.
That is why we hired them.

Do you know how dangerous this could be?

If the wrong person with the right
know-how got access to Greylock,

they could strip it down
to its most dangerous parts

and use it to cr*pple systems.

Systems have flaws.

So do people.

And I won't destroy this company

because a bad guy
might misuse what we made.

They make baseball bats, Aram.

Even though someone might use it

to cr*ck somebody over the head...

You can't keep selling this.

I can as long as clients want to buy it.

There might be a few bad eggs.
It happens.

I want this program out there
so the rest of our customers

can use it for the good you intended.

No. You want it out there
so you can be rich.

Chloe was right.
You shouldn't be in here.

You should leave.

It's too soon for Marquez

to have gotten out of the country.

Where's he hiding? In the city? Nearby?

I don't know where he is.

But I know where he's gonna be.

How would you know that?

I overheard El Conejo

get the second phone call
about his missing shipment.

I know the time and the place
for the exchange.

I'll share it, for a trade.

What trade?

I want to be sent back
to Mexico for trial.

Oh, let me guess...

Because you've got a friend in
the Fiscalia General's office?

There's not gonna be
any trial, will there?

You wanna worry about
a little fish like me?

Or go after the big fish like Marquez?

You kidnapped an FBI agent?

You threatened him over a truckload of,
what, vegetables?

Avocados are a fruit, imbecile.

You're sick. The both of you.

This whole thing...

_

Since the day you were born,
I knew you were weak.

You were built to sit
behind a desk or a library.

I saw it, and I let you
stay soft... to keep you safe.

But if you ever question my
judgment or my control again,

so help me, boy, you will learn a lesson

in what a real man of power can do.

Now, you wait here,
until we're long gone.

_

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There will come a time, Elizabeth,

when you are completely stumped,

a time when you will have
factored in every variable

and you still won't see the answer.

But it'll be there. Somewhere.

The answer is... Is always there.

And when you can't see it,

it's because some assumption
that you've made,

something you've taken
for granted is false.

You think you're in a hospital
in France.

It may not be France or a hospital.

It may be New York and a warehouse.

The magician doesn't trick you.

The magician helps you trick yourself.

That looks fun.

Cheecha's a god-send.

I'm pain free and looser
than a kangaroo's tummy.

I think it's a trick, an illusion.

He figured it out.

Ooh. Yeah. Oh, baby! Aah!

I wanted to know who got into my safe.

I should've been asking
whether this is my safe.

They tore mine out.

You can see exactly where there.

And they replaced it
with a perfect replica.

Then they were free to take
the original safe somewhere

and drill for days if they needed to.

How did Kosta not know?

Oh.

An afternoon away.
An evening at the opera.

Doesn't matter.

That was then. The now is in Zurich.

And his name is Heinrich Zimmerstahl.

I brought your ransom.

But we both know you're never
gonna touch a dollar.

Because you're not leaving.

This place is now your graveyard.

I bury you here.

What are you doing?
We don't have the shipment yet.

Look around.

His only way out of here is through us,

and he won't even get that far.

What if I want to get caught?

Antonio?

What in God's name are you doing?

Do I still seem weak to you?
Like I belong behind a desk?

You gotta be joking.

How many years of it do
you think I could stand it, Dad?

Of what?

Of not being allowed to know
about the family business.

Of not getting a phone call
when my own father

is just a few hours away.

You're not strong enough.

You mean not Samuel enough.

It has nothing to do with Samuel.

I always wanted
the best for you. Always!

You wanted me gone.
The college boy in America.

I outsmarted you. I took your truck.

I ransomed it back
right under your nose.

What do you say to that?

Am I strong enough now?

Get down! FBI!

Get down!
You think you're so smart, huh?

Don't move! Down!

You led the FBI right to us.

Me? How about you and your ego?

Kidnapping.
Calling attention to yourself.

Like a fool.

It was you? This whole time?

I did what I had to do.

Look. He's paying attention now.

You want my attention?

You want to be part of this business?

Okay. Okay, how about we de-escalate?

There's a cost to this business!

You can talk about it
in family therapy tomorrow.

And this is what happens
when you cross El Conejo.

g*n!

- Drop it!
- I got it.

Ah!

You're okay. He needs an ambulance.

- Do you?
- I'm fine.

But I'm never touching an avocado again.

I almost d*ed today because of you, kid.

Twice.

I didn't think it would go that far.

I didn't think he would...

How are you even involved in this?

It was my code you used
to hack your dad's business.

Really? Th-That's cool.

Cool?

How did you even get ahold
of it to begin with?

Uh, my roommate at Princeton.

He's a computer science major.

He saw a beta test version of the...

Of your software
in his programming class.

He made some minor tweaks,
took the rootkit,

made it offensive,
saw how dangerous and adaptable it was,

and said he needed to test it out.

I had the perfect target... My father.

Your roommate weaponized
my code in a dorm room?

He said it was the perfect w*apon.

You should know. You built it.

I'm sorry, Kosta.

I would never betray you,
Raymond, but I did fail.

You left this house safe with me,

and somehow,
I let the enemy slip inside.

I walked by that safe hundreds of times,
and I had no idea.

You wouldn't have. I didn't see it.

It was just a good guess.

When this is over, the house
and everything in it are yours.

Keep it, sell it. I don't care.

It's all yours.

You'll forgive me if I let you
see yourself out.

Mr. Zimmerstahl has arrived.

Raymond.

It's been years.

I was telling your associate here

about the first time we met.

The St. Moritz
Snow Polo World Cup, .

I haven't gone near a drop
of peppermint schnapps since.

Come with me.

When I came to see you
all those years ago,

I told you I needed
a particularly secure safe.

I told you that safe needed to be
one-of-a-kind. Do you remember?

I do.

You're really going through
with it, huh?

I can think of a thousand
terrible things

the wrong person could do if
the Greylock code went wide,

but what scares me most are
the things I cannot think of.

I have to stop this before
Nick gets more funding.

You're doing the right thing.

Watch your step.

Oh, dear.

What happened? Ah.

That box was one of the finest
I'd ever constructed.

I couldn't agree more.
One of the finest.

The problem... That's not my safe.

My safe is gone, and the one
in its place is identical.

One person is capable
of that kind of craftsmanship.

You.

You built a second safe, didn't you?

Well, of course I did.

Excuse me?

I made a second. Identical.

For whom?

Raymond, I made it for you.

Having problems
with your source code, Nick?

Is this you? Did you do this?

Nothing in Greylock will respond.

And you didn't even start the
space camp program for those kids.

What?

It's over, Nick.
I went into the servers.

I undid the architecture,
framework, databases...

Aram, I have a buyers'
presentation in minutes.

Conroy's in there. Three other angels.

What am I supposed to tell them?

Tell them the truth.

Dude.

It's not too late. You can fix it.

I could, but I won't.

And it would take the best
IT team in the world months

to undo what I did.

Oh.

Do you have any idea

what's already been done
with our software?

A couple of idiot kids in a dorm room

used it to hack a drug cartel.

What about the next person
who gets their hands on it

and knows how to modify the rootkit?

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

And I don't think you ever did.

My code was never safe with you.

You know what you tell them
in the other room?

You tell them that
your ex-business partner

did what he set out to do.

He tried to make the world
a little safer.

Can you come in a minute?

Reggie Cole is dead.

The trail on the gunman went cold,

but there is one lead left to follow.

The lawyer. What was his name?

Lacroix.

The man must've had associates,
a legal practice, a family.

Let's find out everything
we can about him.

Sure. What do we have to lose?

I have everything to lose,
but that's not gonna stop me.

I'm so sorry, Raymond.

I had no idea you were
going to be robbed.

You say you made the duplicate for me?

Well, no. Not you directly.

Then who?

A woman.

She came to me and she said
she was your representative.

She knew everything about you.

She knew everything about the safe.

She was clear she wanted it made

to the same specifications
as the original.

She paid with the same bank accounts.

The only thing different
was using uncoded

ready-to-set biometric panels
for the thumb scan.

So anyone could open the new one.

At the time, I assumed
you'd simply set it later.

Tell me everything that you
can remember about the woman.

Oof. It was so long ago.

I remember glasses.

She wasn't very tall.

I do remember one other thing.

Go on.

It happened several times.

She called me "deary."

Deary?

And she called herself "Mister."

Kaplan?

Yes, Raymond.

Mr. Kaplan.