02x02 - Execute

[bunniefuu]

"The USS 'Constitution'
was launched in

"and is the world's oldest
three-masted naval vessel

still afloat."

Mom, I've been on the website.

I could totally write this
report without seeing the ship.

I think it's exciting.

We've lived here years,
and we've never been, right?

- [HIP-HOP MUSIC]
- Hudson, cut it out.

- I like that song.
- It's boring.

- Just put it back.
- ♪ Analyzing the greats ♪

- ♪ Trying to do it ♪
- ♪ You made a sound ♪

♪

I was thinking after,
maybe we could grab some food

and picnic by the harbor.

Sounds good to me.

[ELECTRONIC BUZZING]

Hudson, I said cut it out.

Wasn't me.

[STATIC BUZZING]

- [TIRES SQUEALING]
- Look out!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

- What are you doing?
- There's something wrong.

- [CAR HORN HONKING]
- Dad!

Oh, my God!

It's not me. It won't stop.

- What's going on?
- It won't stop!

Dad!

- Ben, what are you doing?
- It won't stop!

- Dad!
- Ben, oh, my God!

[ALL SCREAMING]

[SINISTER MUSIC]

♪

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic ed.com

Hey. So who are we chasing today?

This morning in Melrose, Massachusetts,

an unknown subject hacked
the electrical system

of the Lewis family car and crashed it.

The daughter, Kelly, was left at home,

but the crash k*lled Ben,
Maureen, and Hudson.

Local PD thought it was an accident,

but a few minutes after the crash,

the car's manufacturer,
Faybien Motors, got this.

"Oops, looks like your car
has a security flaw.

"Unless you want more cars to crash,

send million in Bitcoin
to this address."

What's interesting is "unless
you want more cars to crash,"

not "unless you want
more people to die."

Yeah, focused on machines, not lives.

It might be a linguistic quirk.

They want money from
the company, not the family.

Faybien Motors. Aren't they new?

Yeah, they're about
four years old out of Quincy.

They make hybrids and high-end SUVs.

Their selling point is
a state of the art technology.

- Might want to rethink that.
- Yeah.

They're working to patch the software,

and their lawyers are
discussing the ransom.

But in the meantime, we have

m*rder, cybercrime, and extortion,

not to mention an ongoing
thr*at to the public.

How big of a thr*at?

How many people drive this type of car?

In Massachusetts...

- , , give or take.
- Jeez.

- That's a lot.
Now, why the Lewis family?

And who would have the chops to do this?

In the Route area,
practically anybody.

It's a huge tech center.

I need to pull code from that car.

All right, as soon as we get to Boston,

you and Kenny hit the impound yard.

The rest of us will go see the daughter,

see if she has any idea
why her family was targeted.

Copy that.

We've been roommates for three years.

He's been working remotely,
so he was like,

"I'm gonna go live with
my parents for free, screw it."

Me and Zadie were like, "Seriously?"

I mean, we've still got
a whole year left on our lease.

If I had a chance to live
rent-free, I'd take it.

It just sucks.

I mean, now I'm gonna have to
sublet to some random person?

I could see if any
of my friends are looking.

- How much for rent?
- grand a month.

What?

[CHUCKLES]

I pay that for a studio in Cobble Hill

that gets natural light
for about eight minutes a day.

There.

The first chip was a bust,
but the backup downloaded.

We're good.

They must've known
they were gonna crash.

And been helpless to stop it.

Then then the car catches on fire.

It's awful.

Whoever did this, they're a monster.

We're very sorry
we have to do this, Kelly.

We realize you're in pain.

Can we ask you a few questions?

Do you know anyone who would
wanna... hurt your family?

No.

You mean this wasn't some random att*ck?

We're exploring everything.

Kelly was supposed to be with
them, but she had a migraine.

Is she in danger?

We're not sure yet.

[SNIFFLES]

You'll come stay with me and Uncle Judd.

We'll take care of you.

[CRIES]

Were your parents
having any problems at work?

No.

My dad restored antique clocks

and played in a Matchbox Twenty
cover band.

My mom stayed home and sewed
COVID masks for nurses.

I mean, who would wanna hurt them?

Hey, guys.

[FOREBODING MUSIC]

♪

- Your brother was a gamer?
- Yeah.

I'd hear him in here all the time

yelling at the screen.

It was practically all he did
besides play baseball.

[CRIES]

I'm sorry. I can't.

You think she's a target?

Let's post someone
at the aunt and uncle's house

until we know what's going on.

A lot of overlap between gamers

and people good with computers.

And online disputes can
have offline consequences.

True. You know, a few months ago,

a gamer my brother knows was
arguing with another player.

He put in a fake call.
Sent SWAT to his house.

Almost got him k*lled.

You're thinking the Lewis kid
pissed off another gamer?

It's possible.

Let them know we're taking that.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[SIGHS]

We heard from Faybien.

Their lawyers told them
not to pay the ransom.

Can't blame them.

That'd only lead to more demands.

- Thanks, Clinton.
- Hey, check this out.

Hudson Lewis played a lot
of "Rubicon's Crossing."

Are those texts?

Uh, no. These are direct messages.

Gamers send them to each other
when they play.

Now, Hudson is a big instigator.

What do you mean?

Well, for example,
this one guy, he posted a hack

that supposedly made
your character immortal.

Now, Hudson tried it and it didn't work,

so he started flaming the guy,

and all these other people joined in.

Wrote, "Poser." "You suck."

"Loser." "Wannabe."

"Go k*ll yourself." I mean, everything.

Like a bully on the schoolyard.

Yup, and this gamer was his target.

" -U- ..."

It's A-U-G-H-T. Aught.

Gamers substitute numbers for letters.

Okay, you run it through SENTINEL?

Yeah. Nothing.

Ought means should.

Fits the profile that
they like to control things.

Also means anything.

They could look at themselves
as having access to

or capable of anything.

So is the hacker going after Faybien,

or other players who bullied him?

If it's Faybien, they should
warn their customers.

We should tell them it's a platypus.

- A what?
- Platypus.

It's tech slang for malware
when you get a bunch

of different codes all hacked together.

Like the animal.

This guy's good.

He built it and used it to infiltrate

Faybien's electronic control unit.

From there, he could control
steering, braking,

anything connected to the computer.

Can we trace where we got the code?

I'm running it through an algorithm

trying to get a fingerprint.

You can identify someone

based on how they put
their platypus together?

Yeah, everyone writes code differently.

It's kind of like how
you can tell the difference

between a van Gogh and a Picasso.

- Huh, this is interesting.
- What?

One of these pieces is similar to a code

that was used to decrypt credit
cards a couple years ago.

- Code was posted by an X .
- Run it and see.

X .

All right, we got a Lucas Earley,

AKA X .

Arrested / / for credit card fraud.

From stolen credit cards,
to hacking a car,

to k*lling three people,
and a million-dollar extortion

over a video game?

That's a hell of an escalation.

Getting caught
didn't teach him to behave.

It taught him how to hide his tracks.

Last known address is in Rockland?

Yeah, it looks like he
still lives with his parents.

Okay, you guys stay on Faybien,

work the software patch
and that customer list.

Let's go see if this is our hacker.

Dude, I got him. I got Hudson.

Who?

The kid who flamed me on "Rubicon's."

- I k*lled him.
- You didn't k*ll anybody.

- You're mental.
- I'll show you.

[SIGHS]

You didn't k*ll him. They crashed.

Yeah, because I hacked the car.

Fine, you hacked the car.

And the car company's gonna
pay me a million in Bitcoin.

Buy yourself something nice. Now move!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Do you know how hard it is
to hack a car?

Yeah, that's why you didn't do it.

Even your parents think you're an idiot.

No, they don't.
They're just... traditional.

They just want me to get a regular job.

Whatever.

- What's your problem?
- I thought we were friends.

You don't know my family.

You're sitting here playing video games

in the middle of the day
in your underwear,

so don't act like
you're some genius, you...

We're not friends.

I defended you one time online
because you're so pathetic.

All you do is lie.

That's right... grab your crap
and get out of my house.

You freaking loser!

- Lloyd.
- He's okay.

He wants you to give him a treat.

In the bed.

All due respect,
you guys got this wrong.

You know about
the credit card thing, right?

Does that sound like
a master criminal to you?

The only thing Lucas
is a master at is slacking.

There's no cell phone
registered to Lucas.

Does he have one?

I told him last year,
"You wanna keep your phone?

You have two choices:
Get a job, or go to college."

Instead, he just sat in front of
his computer all day doing nothing.

So we drew the line.
Get a job, or you're out.

He left a month ago. We haven't spoken.

The last thing he said
was that we must hate him,

but we only did the hard thing
because we love him.

It wasn't just for him.

For years, I've gotten up
at : a.m.

to build my construction business.

Cynthia's worked for as a nurse.

Now instead of downsizing, and
spending half the year cruising Europe,

we're stuck here paying a mortgage
so that Lucas had a place to live.

- So he never had a job?
- No.

Claimed he got hired once
to test this company's system

or something,
but he never left the house

and I never saw a paycheck.

The kid's been lying to us
his whole life.

Anyway...

Do you mind if we see his room?

- [SIGHS]
- Lucas's room is downstairs.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

- What hung here?
- Some kind of picture, maybe?

What kind of books did he read?

I don't really know.

He didn't like us coming in here.

Look, I tried.

My dad was in the air force,
and I wanted to be a pilot too.

It didn't work out, but I tried
to pass that onto Lucas.

I bought him a remote control plane,
and he didn't wanna fly it.

Even when I asked him
to come work a few hours

on a job site, get some vitamin D,
he just wasn't interested.

♪

[WHISPERS] Jess.

I picked up a second signal
on the dog treat dispenser.

Clinton and Crosby
are trying to backtrace it.

I know enough about computers to know

that people that are good
with them make a nice living.

They don't live with their parents.

It's like he was totally incapable.

You don't know anything,
you stupid son of a bitch.

We even sent him to computer camp,

which was double the price of
the one his cousins went to.

They all came home with bows
and arrows they made themselves.

- Lucas came home pale.
- [SIGHS]

You're gonna regret every single word.

And he never mentioned
anyone bullying him online?

I mean, that must've been hard for him.

I didn't even know he played that game.

I guess that tells you
how well I know my son.

Well, thank you. Appreciate your time.

Clinton and Crosby got a loc
on the backtrace.

It's miles north of here,
and the signal's still active.

Tell them to meet us there.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

- Clear.
- Clear.

Looks like he left in a hurry.

Could've seen me tracking his signal.

He got away with his laptop.

He couldn't take this, though.

Maybe he left us a parting gift.

A depressing way to live.

Well played, Lucas.

- He didn't just wipe the files.
- It's a USB stick.

I recovered one, and it's locked.

He hacked together
his own encryption software.

It sounds like
you finally met your match.

- Please.
- This place is an Airbnb.

The owner rented it
to an Al Turing for two months.

- Paid for with a credit card.
- Probably stolen.

Alan Turing, the computer scientist.

The memory on this thing is maxed out.

Whatever he's got planned left,

his laptop's not gonna be enough.

He's gonna need more power.

Look, this was accessed
a couple hours ago.

Is that a map?

It's the Eastern Seaboard.

Directions to other bullies' houses?

Maybe.

He was attacking another firewall.

I'm trying to get through it.

Maybe it's not
about more online revenge.

Maybe the map's about more car hacking

- if the site's Faybien Motors.
- Making good on his thr*at.

Crash more cars. Make the company pay.

I can't figure out
if the site he was attacking

is because this was maxed out
and he needed more storage,

or if it was a target.

If it was for storage,
it'd need to be secure.

Some place people wouldn't
notice him taking up space.

The site he was attacking
is registered to a company

that starts with an S-T.

S-T. There's gotta be thousands.

Boston's his comfort zone.

He hacked the car in Melrose.
Grew up on Rockland.

- Rented in Dorchester.
- Okay.

Secure sites in the Boston area
starting with S-T,

we got State Bank,
Saint Mary's Hospital,

Staff Payroll Services...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
The Saint Mary's Hospital?

That's where his mother works.
I saw the logo on her scrubs.

That's it. The firewall matches.

Ms. Robinson? I'm Agent LaCroix.

- We spoke on the phone.
- My tech people are here.

- What's going on?
- We're not sure yet.

Could you give my agent access
to your computer network?

♪

Do you recognize this?

Those are for patient records.

But there shouldn't be
an executable file there.

We think someone might've
uploaded ransomware to your network.

What?

Wait, these aren't patient records.

- What is this?
- That's control software.

With COVID, we moved some
of our equipment online

so we could adjust it remotely.

Adjust what exactly?

Heart monitors, MRIs, ventilators.

- Hana.
- I'm trying.

He's gonna try to shut them down.
You need to move everything offline.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[LOUD BEEPING]

What's happening?

Oh, God.

[ALARMS BLARING]

Code blue, everybody. Go!

Go!

- We have fatalities.
- How many?

We lost two.

Everything happened at the same time

and we couldn't save everyone.

We're shut down.

Surgeries are postponed and
we can't do med distribution.

Is all your equipment offline?

- Yes.
- I've isolated the malware.

I'm just trying to assess the damage.

, in Bitcoin unlocks it all.

This firewall is top of the line.

If I could figure out
how he breached it,

I might be able
to pull something useful.

You can't break their firewall?

No, I meant... I'm saying

I can't figure out
how Lucas broke through.

Maybe he used his mom's login.

I've tried that.
It hasn't been accessed.

And what if he couldn't break it?

- He sent the virus in an email?
- Not the way this is set up.

If he didn't breach the firewall,

the way the program ran, he
could've manually uploaded it.

Meaning what?

Meaning he would've had
to physically plug into the system.

Meaning he accessed it
from inside the hospital?

I want you to lock down the hospital.

Nobody leaves. All right.
Let's work our way down from the top.

- Where's your server room?
- He was definitely here.

He broke into the admin control
and somehow hacked the system.

Can you tell when?

An hour delay before the worm started.

That's a pretty decent
head start, damn it.

Hey, Boss, employee tunnel
leads to a parking garage

and transit hub.

A little over an hour ago,
U GHT bought a ticket

over Bluetooth at the north station.

Trying to throw us off?

Maybe, but we have another problem.

From here, he can take the commuter rail

or buy himself a Charlie Pass.

He could be anywhere now.

Kenny, you and Clinton
hit the Metro Transit.

Check the cameras, see
if there's any signs of Lucas.

Roger that.

He wanted a million bucks in Bitcoin

from the car company and
grand from the hospital.

Maybe because Faybien didn't
pay, he lowered his price.

It doesn't make sense.

Escalate to k*lling dozens of
people, but lower the ransom?

Oh, I don't think it's about money.

His parents never understood
his talent as a hacker.

I think he wants to show them
exactly what he does.

Well, shutting down his mom's work
sends a pretty clear message.

- You think his dad's next?
- Doubtful.

Joe said that his business is old school

and everything's offline.

The only job he had was
a house remodel in Brockton.

I can't see how you can hack that.

His parents insisted
he wasn't a bad kid.

How's that fit with someone
who goes after sick people

he never even met?

When your whole world
is a computer screen right

in front of you, everything
turns into ones and zeroes.

People turn into data points.

I don't think he even
looks at them as human.

I got something.

Darcolo.

It's the same brand as the empty package
I found at his Airbnb.

It's a rubber ducky.

Hackers use this to upload programs.

This is how he got into their system.

So why would he leave it here?

He probably wiped it.

I'm gonna need my laptop to find out.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Excuse me.

Your macchiato.

Oh. Thank you.

Still no word on Lucas
from Metro Transit.

And Faybien Motors says
they still can't figure out

how to patch the software hold
he used either.

I'm not surprised. He's really smart.

He wiped this entire rubber
ducky, and I got nothing.

How can someone with
that much talent go unnoticed?

It seems like he should be
building the next Tesla.

Lucas is brilliant,

but his whole world
was his childhood bedroom.

I know a lot of people like that.

My friend, Brett, can
do your taxes in his head,

but he has to order his groceries online

because shopping's too overwhelming.

Well, I understand why Lucas is mad.

He knew he could do something great,
but nobody believed him.

And the people who were
supposed to understand

and accept him were his family,
and they didn't.

I worked overtime in college
to afford a leather jacket.

I was so proud of that stupid thing.

Wore it out to dinner with my dad,
and the first thing he said was,

"Let me know when you wanna dress nice.

I'll help you."

Even when parents have good intentions,

disapproval slips in a thousand ways.

Yeah, the girl I dated in high school.

The girl I didn't date in high school.

Lucas feels invisible, misunderstood.

He never really fit in anywhere.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I just didn't like the way
Lucas's parents talked about him.

It reminded me of the way
my parents talked about me.

My sister was all sunshine and puppies,

and I was Saint Augustine in coding.

Hey, I got something.

Maybe Lucas wasn't lying
about having a job.

I checked tech companies
along Route .

No one employed a Lucas Earley,
but three years ago,

Hillbilly Software hired
a hacker to test their system.

That hacker's name... U GHT .

Posted his software online for
free, and then they fired him.

Three years?
That's a long time to hold a grudge.

Not if you're Lucas.

Your whole world is feet by feet.

No friends, no job.

You live a life like that,
small things cast big shadows.

Where's Hillbilly Software?

Boylston Street.

That's a half block
from the Green Line C train.

That's where Lucas went
after he left the hospital.

Don't you guys need a warrant?

We're not searching your office.

Look, man, there was no system breach.

Lucas Whatever can't even
get into the building.

You need a key card,
and none have been stolen.

Are we done here?

You have a nice setup here.

Can I ask why you named your
company Hillbilly Software?

My freshman roommate
was this elitist jackass

from New Hampshire.

I was from Kentucky, so that
must mean I was a hillbilly.

I built Hillbilly Software
around defying expectations.

Lucas was just a blip along the way.
A mistake.

Look, I haven't seen him,
and this place is secure,

so if you guys don't mind...

It might be secure inside,
but if you're like them

and you wear your ID badge outside,

I mean, all Lucas would need is
a radio frequency ID detector.

He could capture the signal
and clone a key card.

[EERIE MUSIC]

♪

There.

That's our streaming division.

No way. He passed it.

He plugged into our LAN.

I can see what time he was
here based on what he accessed.

Our software's proprietary.

He downloaded Spider.

It's our foundational API software.

We tailor it to the clients,
spinning it like a web.

- What could he use it for?
- Tons of things.

It's used in smart
refrigerators, home scales,

the fuel readers at gas stations.

I... I gotta run a diagnostic report,

make sure he didn't do anything else.

If Lucas hacks into gas stations,
he could have bombs on every corner.

And he wants his parents to see it,
so whatever it is, it's big.

The car, his mom and the hospital,

his dad, but not
the construction company?

The road map from his computer?

They're not roads.

They're flight paths.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

He's gonna bring down an airplane.

Hey, I got the target airlines.

Airlines, plural?

Hillbilly Software runs
on board entertainment systems

for three regional carriers.

How many planes are we looking at?

. He's on with the FAA.

What are we supposed to do?
Ground every flight?

On / , you did.

And it took us two and a half hours.

We've narrowed the thr*at
to planes on the east coast.

That doesn't help.

About half of all flights
touch the Eastern Seaboard.

It'll affect , other flights.

Passengers on their way
to medical treatment,

funerals, weddings... you
want me to stop all of them?

If you don't, you're
putting people's lives at risk.

You give me the flight number,
and I'll ground that plane.

Hillbilly's aviation expert
doesn't think Lucas can

hack the planes without
a certain piece of software.

Which one?

Part of the autopilot steering.

What if Lucas had another reason,
for hacking the Faybien car?

To get the steering software?

It could work.

Spider gets him
into the entertainment system.

From there, he can use
the car steering software

to take control of the plane.

Has there been a ransom or a demand?

I don't think that's gonna happen.

It wasn't ever about the money,

and now, he doesn't have
to pretend like it was.

His dad dreamt of being a pilot.

It didn't work out, so he
pushed his dream onto his kid,

who felt like his own dreams
were being ignored.

Lucas bringing down a plane is
the ultimate "look at me."

Yeah, and for someone who feels unseen,

a plane crash is
about as visible as it gets.

Can he hack the plane from his laptop?

- No.
- Okay.

We found his Airbnb,
so where is he gonna work from?

Somewhere with a lot of computer power.

[GASPS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Lucas.

What are you doing here...
Don't do that.

Oh, my God.

If you help me, I promise
your son won't get hurt.

[PANTING] Lucas, please.
This... this isn't you.

I've k*lled five people
in the last hours.

If you call the cops,

the guy I have watching your
son will make him number six.

What do you want?

- Where's your server setup?
- What?

At computer camp, you said you
were gonna start a gambling site.

I didn't think you would
because it's illegal

and you seemed like
such a rule follower,

but I ran domain name registrations.

You have it classified as entertainment,

which is technically true, but
it's really for online betting,

which means you have servers
and a good computer.

♪

Let me use it and I'll leave.

Are you gonna hurt more people?

All you need to worry about
is whether we hurt your son.

♪

[WHIMPERS] No, no.

♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

These were all important enough to take

when he left almost
everything else behind.

Camp picture's the only one
where he looks happy.

Babbage Computer Camp.

That camp was in Milton, Massachusetts.

It closed down a few years ago.

Probably the only time
he felt like he fit in.

Instead of being surrounded by people

who deal in the concrete,

he's with people like him
who live in the intangible.

City records say
property's under construction,

the power's shut off.

Well, if he need a computer,
that's not where he'll be.

Maybe it's not the place. It's a person.

A friend he met there?

Family said he didn't have any friends.

What about a camp counselor?

They'd be older.
The parent he wished he had?

Someone who taught at a camp like that

could have the hardware he needs.

Tax records say the camp
employed seven counselors.

One still lives in
Massachusetts: Virginia Barr.

She runs some kind
of website out of Medford.

Her cell's going straight to voicemail.

Should we call Medford PD?

No, that address
is only minutes away.

I don't wanna spook him.

[TENSE MUSIC]

You know, I asked my parents
for this monitor,

but they wouldn't buy it.

[INHALES DEEPLY, SIGHS]

They think I'm an idiot,

that I don't do anything,

but you told me that my code was
alternately lazy and brilliant.

Lazy, I don't agree. I'd say efficient.

But you said that I had the most talent

of any student you'd ever seen.

♪

I'm sorry. I don't remember.

We were in the cafeteria.
They were serving hamburgers...

You were very talented.

No, you said that I had the most talent

of any student you'd ever seen!

And now I'm gonna do something
that no one's ever done!

Okay.

Kevin's having an issue
with the entertainment system.

- Did you change our heading?
- No, why?

We're five miles off course.
Better let Center know.

Washington Center,
this is Optimum Flight .

We're a few miles off course,
but we are correcting.

You're talented.

Is hurting people what you want
to do with your ability?

I thought you would understand.

If you did, you'd see that people

have looked down on me my whole life.

- So I don't owe anyone anything.
- [SCREAMS]

There's no movement on the first floor.

The lights are on in the basement.

There's casement windows.
I might have a line of sight.

What if we cut the power?

Virginia's running
an illegal gambling site.

There's no way
she'd risk a power outage.

There's probably a generator,
but this site deals with money.

There's firewalls and encryptions.

Hacking into it's gonna take
more time than we have.

Is there another way
to cut his connection?

I could plug directly
into the local network

like Lucas did at Hillbilly.

It'd be a lot faster.

Clinton, cover that window. Let's go.

Something's wrong.

It won't adjust.

Washington Center,
this is Optimum Flight .

Do you read?

Clear.

Engage.

[GRUNTS] Autopilot won't disengage.

♪

Clear.

- Gotta be in the basement.
- We can work from up here.

Lucas, put your hands up.

Lucas, hands up!
Put your hands up, Lucas.

[BEEPING]

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Seat belts, everybody.
Fasten your seat belts, please.

If I take my finger off this key,

people fall out of the sky.

Keep your finger on that key, Lucas.

- Just talk to us.
- Stay back!

Or I'll let go of this key!

Washington Center, we have an emergency.

- Uncontrolled descent.
- [ALL SCREAM]

Come on. Come on!

How many planes have passengers?

Two flights have passengers.

One has ,

but that includes an employee
flying deadhead back.

[ALARM BLARING]

- Oh, my God.
- What?

We just lost contact with Flight
out of Medford Regional.

- Hana...
- I heard him!

I'm almost there.
Just give me some space.

- [GRUNTS]
- Repeat!

We can't control the aircraft.
We're in uncontrolled descent.

Lucas, why don't you just let
the people in that plane land?

Those people are who I am to my parents.

Nothing. They don't matter.

I've met people who
don't care about other people,

and that's not you.

You're hurt and you want
other people to hurt,

but you're not a psychopath.

You made your point, Lucas.

You showed your parents how
good you are with computers.

- No.
- They see you...

No, no, almost taking a plane
down doesn't prove anything!

Okay. Don't let go.

Do you really wanna be responsible

for the deaths of all those people?

Did you ever meet Hudson?

The kid you k*lled in the car?

Hudson couldn't get my hack to work
because he did it wrong.

He ripped on me for weeks!
Made everyone hate me!

Well, that sounds painful
and I'm sorry that he did that.

When I first heard your handle, U HT,

I thought it was because
you could do anything,

but aught also means zero.

It means nothing,

and that's the way
that you look at yourself

because that's the way
your parents looked at you.

[GRUNTS]

But they were wrong.

Why don't you do
for the people in that plane

what has never been done for you?

♪

See them.

♪

Yes.

- You cut the connection?
- He's not in control anymore.

Autopilot's off.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I've got it. We're back to manual.

Your connection's been cut.

- You're lying.
- It's not my style.

- It's over, Lucas.
- No, stay back!

I swear I'll do it!

- [DRAMATIC MUSIC]
- Lucas, no!

[WHIMPERS]

He's got a g*n on the hostage.

You really don't wanna do that.

Just put the g*n down.

Walk him towards the generator.

Lucas, you don't wanna hurt her.

[WHIMPERS]

She's your friend...

Shut up!
You think you're all so smart...

- [GLASS CRACKLES]
- [GRUNTS]

[CRYING] Oh, my God.

[WHIMPERS] Oh, my God.

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

♪

All clear. Subject's down.

♪

We didn't have a choice.

He forced our hand.

Yeah.

♪

To Hana. Without her,

a lot of people wouldn't be going home
to their families tonight.

- Cheers.
- To Hana.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Are you okay?

All day, you've been
kind of, I don't know, off.

I just keep thinking about Lucas.

Growing up, I lived on my computer.

My family didn't get me either.

A different role of the dice, and that
could've been me in the basement

living out my revenge fantasies.

Hana, Lucas crashes planes.
You save people's lives.

- There's no comparison.
- I feel like a platypus.

Put together from all different parts.

Yeah, your parents might not
understand what you do,

but I've met them.

They're proud of you.

The people you met
aren't my biological parents.

I'm adopted.

years ago, they flew to Seattle.

They were in the delivery room,
cut the cord, and everything.

[STAMMERS]

They took me home to Texas,

and a year later, it was official.

I mean, that's the story that
they've told me over and over.

- So it wasn't a secret?
- No.

And they left it up to me
whether to get in contact

with my biological family.

You ever think about finding them?

My birth father is dead.

And... I've had this sticky

with my birth mother's email
address on it for seven years.

[SIGHS]

I guess I just wonder
if she'd understand me.

Or if I'd see some piece of me in her,

that I'd finally fit in some place.

Maybe it's time to reach out.

Yeah. Maybe.

What?

When did you turn ?

Did you have a party?

- Yes...
- No.

Oh... it was a chick thing.

I mean, you wouldn't have liked it.

Chick thing? Were you guys invited?

- No, sir.
- I had no idea.

Okay, here we go.
We've got the lobster fried rice,

some kung pao chicken,

a dozen spicy spring rolls on the house.

And who ordered the cheeseburger?

- That'd be me.
- A wise guy.

I like you. [CHUCKLES]

All right. Enjoy, everybody.

- Thank you.
- [PHONE BUZZES]

Hey, Zadie.

Yeah, you just gotta jiggle
the arm on the ice maker.

Yeah, yeah, and don't get too loud.

I don't want another note
from Mrs. Zemanski.

A goodbye party for my roommate.

- Hmm.
- You need to head home?

No. They're just roommates.

This is family.

[STIRRING MUSIC]

Should we dig in?

- Yes, let's eat.
- Let's go.

- Mmm.
- All right.

- Get one.
- Mmm, they look good.

These are very good spring rolls.

- Mm-hmm, mmm!
- Yeah.

You want a spring roll
to go with that burger?