(Whirring)
They found a substance
formerly referred to as a "liquid X"
have been injected to each of the victims' systems.
Fatal levels provoking a heart attack...
LARRY: That FBI agent, she knows something.
Recently closed all of her bank accounts
and opened one offshore account last week.
- They can't-- - Okay, well, dig deeper!
I can't do this anymore.
(Explosion)
I'm goin' in.
LEAH: I don't know if I loved him or hated him.
I've just been feeling kind of lost.
Welcome back, Will Scott.
ANNA: Why did you do that?
(Anna sobbing)
You promised you'd never leave me alone.
I love you, daddy.
If you want to be daddy's girlfriend,
that's fine by me.
What's goin' on?
(♪♪♪)
How about we lighten the mood a little?
What do you say
we put this case behind us for one day,
go and grab a beer?
Thanks, but I have a date.
I mean I have plans.
Well, is it plans or is it a date?
It's a date I guess.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
It's just-- well, everything we've been going through
I find it a little surprising you had time to meet someone.
I met him online.
Wait.
You're telling me you're goin' on a blind date?
Every relationship has its first day.
Relationship?
Wow.
Oh man, relax, André
We are just going for a drink.
Rees, you know, those sites--
Those sites are full of catfishers and--
and bottom-of-the-barrel dudes.
Thanks, but I think I can handle myself.
Of course, you can.
Alright.
What's the lucky guy's name?
That is none of your business.
Oh, come on, Rees.
You're no fun.
Alright.
His name is Antoine.
Oh, damn.
French lover?
Oh, he's got me beat already.
(Takes a deep breath)
What makes you say that?
You know what, Rees?
As charming as they may seem,
a lot of French are big schemers.
What?
I mean it.
You can't trust 'em all.
Oh, okay. Alright.
Thanks for the advice.
(André sighing)
No way.
(Rees sighing)
Rees, wait.
A good agent always gives good advice.
Have fun on your date and maybe be open to--
Just give me a raincheck on that drink, will you?
I'll think about it.
(♪♪♪)
(Whirring)
(♪♪♪)
(Whooshing)
(Knocking)
WILL: It's me!
Open up!
MAN 1: Who the hell is me?
You know who it is.
Can I come in?
MAN 1: Will!
(Chuckling)
Man, you got some major balls comin' over here.
WILL: Would you let me in?
I need your help.
MAN 1: As I recall those that helped you in the past
either got arrested or killed.
Now, you tell me why I'd want to help the man
that got me arrested?
Can you just let me in?
I'm a fugitive just like you now.
Yeah, I was a fugitive.
I did time, two years away from my family.
Now, I'm clean as a whistle.
- WILL: James. - What?
You don't have a family.
Yeah, you're right.
I appreciate the reminder.
WILL: James.
What?
WILL: You're my only hope.
(Door unlocking)
Come on in.
(Indistinct chatter)
Rees?
(Chuckling)
Um, Antoine.
(Antoine sighing)
I'm so sorry, I'm late.
(Sighing)
Pas de problème.
You speak French.
Uh, that was it.
(Chuckling)
(Speaking in French)
(Laughing)
(Whirring)
You're supposed to be dead.
WILL: I am dead.
JAMES: Yeah, right.
So what the hell you doin' comin' around here anyway?
Well, I'm not here to bust you, not this time.
Oh yeah, you mean not ever.
Never again.
Yeah, so sorry.
Yeah, the cleaning lady canceled on me this week.
Last week, too.
I can see that.
Christmas three years ago, you put me on the map.
Man, that is the last thing a hacker wants for Christmas.
Like evil Santa Claus.
Can you just--
(Sighing)
WILL: I'm takin' a big risk comin' here,
so I need you to do more listening than talkin'.
I need your help.
Yeah, you said that already.
So why don't you explain to me this whole zombie fiasco?
They're tryin' to kill me.
Who?
What I'm gonna tell you needs to stay a secret.
Now, can I trust you?
- Yeah, sure whatever. - No, not whatever.
- It's a yes or no, it's-- - Yes, yes, yes!
Don't get your panties in a wad.
What do you think I'm gonna tell my friends
that I helped a federal agent?
(Scoffs)
They'll fucking castrate me if I did that.
This is-- this is big, this is Rothschild big.
Hmm.
Okay.
If you helped me, when all this is done,
I will help you clean your slate.
What do you say?
You know, I've hacked the government for years,
even your illustrious FBI.
And you, the only one smart enough to catch me.
I uh--
(Takes a deep breath)
Respect you.
(Sighing)
So yeah, I'll do it.
Alright, what am I lookin' at?
WILL: This list contains five names.
I need you to find out
if there's any possible link between them.
You're gonna hack their Facebook, Twitter,
all social media, bank accounts, everything.
- Mmhmm. - WILL: Alight.
It'll cost you 2 million.
James!
Okay, 200.
- WILL: Deal. - Alright!
Let's get to it and take a look at this.
Your name's on here.
Yeah.
I know.
ANTOINE: The best part about working in Paris is that
you spend the entire morning planning lunch
and then all afternoon you eat lunch.
So you work uh-- half-time job?
ANTOINE: Yeah, somethin' like that.
(Chuckling)
It sounds a whole lot better than my job.
But aren't you an FBI agent?
I mean that's gonna be excitin'.
Well, if chasing bad guys around every day
seems cool to you,
then yeah, I guess you could say that.
But you know, it-- it sounds a lot more exciting
than it really is.
When we first started chatting,
you told me that you worked for the government--
(Clears throat)
ANTOINE: And I won't lie uh, it's a little intimidating.
And after you said
that I had kept second-guessing my choice of words
you know, I wanted to make sure
that I came across as respectable.
(Chuckling)
So don't change.
Cheers to that.
You know, I was expecting you to be in your uniform
and instead I land on an attractive,
irresistible young girl.
You're being too kind.
MAN 2: Would you both like another drink?
Yes, we'll both have another one.
I'm-- I'm good.
Thank you.
I was here way before you got here.
You were late, remember?
Yeah.
Come on, just one more drink.
I'll drive.
(Chuckling)
No, but-- okay, we'll see, alright?
Um, so--
ANTOINE: Hmm.
Tell me about yourself?
What's the most exciting thing that's happened to you
in the past I don't know week or so?
Come on, don't be shy.
I've been blabbing on.
Your turn.
The most exciting thing in a long time.
Tell me.
Bein' on a first date in a long time
with a beautiful woman.
(Indistinct chatter in background)
What's the long time?
ANTOINE: Long enough.
How come a good-looking guy like yourself
hasn't scored in such a long time?
Time.
Time and-- and trust.
I'm sorry.
I'm not.
Again, I'm very sorry for your loss.
As you know, it's protocol for family members
to identify recent accident victims,
but you have the right to refuse this if you wish.
(Sighs)
No, let's-- let's move forward.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Doctor, please.
(♪♪♪)
Can you confirm this is your wife Scarlett Watkins?
That's her.
Please.
(Sighing)
A moment.
Of course.
Uh, gentlemen.
Okay.
(Sobbing)
In your simple sweeps things to keep in mind,
there are elements they're gonna help us
during a raid like uh, local law enforcement.
You all review your notes, I'll be back.
You're late.
The polite thing to say would be "hello".
Hello.
How was it?
What?
Your date, Rees.
How was your date?
It was nice.
He was quite the charmer.
So you're into it.
(Chuckles)
Unbelievable.
Well, considering the current circumstances,
it was nice to be with someone who's actually interested
in what I do.
I need that.
Yeah.
Get it.
Um, Robert's interrogating Scarlet's husband,
so he should be ready for you in 20 minutes.
Okay.
(♪♪♪)
But a heart attack,
we all thought that was strange.
She was healthiest person in our family.
I'm sorry for your loss, you know?
(Sighing)
She didn't mention or do anything strange
or out of the ordinary last week you can remember?
No.
She didn't mention any financial decisions to you,
'cause it looks like she's got a significant sum deposited
in her account just last week.
No, not really.
It appears she had a significant sum deposited
into her checking account just the week before she died.
I know nothin' about that.
But you do know why she transferred $10,000 to you
the day before she died?
I can explain that.
She lent me the money,
so I can get back into my kids' lives,
because I was so far behind on their support.
(Sighing)
(Sobbing)
And now she's gone.
(Sobbing)
(♪♪♪)
What, you found somethin'?
No.
Aside from the fact that you're the only man living
from amongst those five names.
Well, now you know why I'm here?
You know what the dark web is, Will?
You know, I think so.
Okay, so people send money, and guns,
and all kinds of secret shit,
and no one knows who sent it or where it came from.
So far--
None of your dead buddies are anywhere to be found.
What are you tangled up in, Will?
Uh, dance for me, baby.
(Typing)
- (Beeping) - Alright, there she goes.
This mean anything to you?
Warp.
No.
Uh, it should.
Check your bank account.
(Typing)
As far as I can tell,
each of these five names received a bank transfer
of 50 grand in the week leading up to their death,
all from this company named "Warp".
Transfers all came from the same account,
but I can't trace anything back to it.
Beer?
Yeah, beer.
I can think of two things here.
Either Warp is the most advanced security system in America
or it never existed in the first place.
(Bottle cap pops)
(Cap clinking)
JAMES: Looks like you received the transfer
about four months ago from the same company
or organization or whatever.
Yeah.
I remember.
JAMES: Bingo!
You find the guy that initiated the transfer
and you've already got your culprit,
and you should go kick his ass.
(Flicking)
It doesn't matter anymore.
He's dead.
Hmm.
Who was he?
My best friend.
None of my friends ever wired me $50,000.
Now, that it's true friendship.
(Traffic whirring)
You wanted to see me, sir?
I need you to deliver this envelope discreetly.
Where to?
Here's the address.
Make sure no one sees you.
I'll let you know when it's done.
After I left the FBI, my friend Kurt
called me in for a freelance job for an anonymous company.
Upon completion they did a $50,000 wire transfer
into my account.
JAMES: Regarding payments,
you seem to be making quite a fortune.
I'd like to uh, renegotiate
our little $200 I-took-pity-on-you deal.
We'll renegotiate upon completion of the job?
What, more work?
What more do you need?
Exactly what you just did to Kurt's account.
Facebook, Twitter, accounts everything!
Stop, stop, stop.
I know how to do my job.
Thank you.
WILL: And Kurt's family name is--
Siebel.
(Typing)
What's that?
WILL: I gotta go.
Keep in touch.
Get out of here.
We still don't have any answers on why she died,
who wanted her dead.
Of course, we've interviewed
each one of the victims' families.
Jimmy Anderson, John Robin, Philip Washington,
and Scarlet Watkins.
Now, each one of our victims thought they died
of a simple heart attack
when in fact we had to inform their families
that they did not die of natural causes
but their death was a part of a series
of planned murders.
So they learned something based on our intel
and in return we get nothing.
Great.
(Knocking)
ROBERT: Come.
Am I interrupting?
ROBERT: Uh, not at all, Ronnie, come on in.
Everybody, please welcome Ronnie.
Hi, everyone.
Uh, Ronnie's done a lot of work overseas
and he's our new cryptanalyst,
so any questions we have going forward
regarding that case, direct them at Ronnie.
Please, Ronnie, take it away.
Well, uh, let me start off by saying
that this is the most complex and intricately-designed code
I've ever seen.
So it's uh, really a privilege to be able
to work with your team to try to crack it.
I'm really quite excited.
Robert told you this was a hit list, right?
Precisely.
Oh yes, a hit list, which is why time is of the essence.
Well, I'll continue.
Um, I can already tell that the document here
contains a few various types of codes,
for example, this range here
appears to be a Caesar shift for certain symbols,
as well as transpositional for others.
That's why it's so extraordinary.
There are just so many layers to see through
and options to try.
You did say time was of the essence.
And it is.
But regardless of speed,
this will take some careful attention to decipher.
Most code breakers are trained in one or two specialities.
You're saying you can't do it.
Well, I'm saying it'll take longer
and there are bound to be mistakes.
Every mistake risks someone's life.
- I'm aware. - Good.
Then tell me something useful.
What-- what I think my partner is trying to say is
what progress have you made thus far, Ronnie.
Well, I think I'm making progress
on deciphering these first few letters
on the next line.
REES: So you think.
Do you have any names?
Not yet.
Better get on it.
Ronnie.
Please sit down.
Everybody's a little tense over this case.
What the hell was that?
That guy's a joke.
That guy's all we got.
Besides you can't jump down his throat
before he's had a chance to look at the list.
We don't have any time, André.
Will Scott's all we got.
He cracked the first few lines in what?
Two days?
The sooner we locate him,
the sooner we can get him to decipher it.
Will Scott is on the run, and even if we do catch him,
there's no guaranteein' that he will voluntarily help us
decipher the list.
Ronnie.
(Indistinct chatter)
(♪♪♪)
- ANNA: I missed you, daddy. - Anna.
I missed you, too.
(Sighing)
ANNA: Smile.
Oh yeah.
What's the matter?
Well, what-- don't worry about it.
Daddy, the police are looking for you.
Yeah.
Did you do something bad?
No, not really.
They ask you questions?
Many.
WILL: Yeah.
Okay, what'd you tell 'em?
Nothing.
Just like I promised.
We had a deal, remember?
Yeah.
What about mom?
She knows you're alive.
I prefer to have done this in better conditions,
but happy birthday.
- (Chuckling) - I love it.
Thanks, dad.
Okay, I guess you better get back before uh,
police notices you're missing, but you put him in here, okay?
Let me get you there.
Keep him hidden.
(♪♪♪)
Go, go, go, go.
(Sighing)
Robert mentioned one of the victims, Scarlet,
had received a rather generous sum of money
from an unknown offshore account via wire transfer.
And luckily, I was able to do some digging
and access all three of the victims' bank accounts.
Now, here's where it gets really interesting.
Each one of the victims received a wire transfer
of the same sum from the same exact company.
What's the name of that company?
RONNIE: Warp.
REES: Do we have an address for this Warp?
Negative.
My gut feeling is that the company
never actually existed
or else I would have found traces of something.
That or they're really good at their job.
If they never existed,
then how could they open up a bank account?
Great question.
What I noticed when I was tracing the accounts was
that each of the wire transfers came from a different country
outside of the US.
Singapore, Canada, Switzerland.
Sounds like these Warp guys really knew
what they were doing.
W-A-R-P, undeniably an abbreviation
for something.
Do you have any idea what that could stand for?
That's an interesting idea,
but here's what's even more interesting.
During my research, I discovered that an untraceable source
had accessed each of the victims' accounts
just hours before I did.
Someone's one step ahead of us.
I think we all know who that someone is.
(♪♪♪)
(Traffic whooshing)
(♪♪♪)
Hey, I tried calling you and you wouldn't pick up.
(Taking deep breaths)
Sorry.
What's wrong?
Nothin', I just-- I need to be alone.
Will, talk to me.
(Sighs)
Doesn't matter.
It's over.
Okay, you need to talk to me.
We're a team, you've gotta know that.
Can you just leave me alone, please?
Sorry.
(♪♪♪)
I'm next.
What?
(♪♪♪)
WILL: That's me, two weeks from now.
(♪♪♪)
Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?
WILL: I'm sure.
CLAIRE: Hey.
We're gonna figure this out.
I'm not gonna let those bastards take someone else,
especially not the person that I care about most.
Look at me, hey.
You're gonna be fine.
I promise.
Hey, you still have two weeks
to try and figure out how to stop them.
WILL: (Indistinct speech)
I don't know what to do.
Don't give up.
You're stronger than that.
Come on.
(♪♪♪)
(Whirring)
Hey.
Looking good, Rees.
Thank you.
You need a ride?
Uh, thanks, but I don't wanna impose.
You're not imposing.
You wouldn't be.
You're on my way home.
Actually, I'm not going home.
Got it.
Well, enjoy your night, Rees.
You, too.
(Whirring)
(♪♪♪)
Alright.
(Speaking in French)
Hmm.
I have no idea what that means, but sounds beautiful.
Not nearly as beautiful as you.
This has to be the first time I've relaxed in weeks.
Work stress?
REES: Beyond stressed.
MAN 3: (Indiscernible speech)
Right over here.
Thank you.
I uh...
...took the liberty of ordering without asking.
You seemed so stressed
I figured that we would reverse your mindset
and have a little ice cream for dessert.
- That's fine. - ANTOINE: Mmhmm.
That's fine. I never say no to ice cream.
- Good. - Mmhmm?
Mmhmm.
Mmm.
You get it, right?
Stressed spelled backwards you get--
Dessert. Yeah, ha-ha.
Ooh, God, it has to be your first fail.
ANTOINE: What, fail?
Yeah, total fail.
Alright.
Okay, well, let me uh, let me try another one.
Yeah, you do that.
Look, I probably should've got you more drunk
but alright, how about this?
Love is like an ice cream sundae
with all the fabulous wonderful toppings.
And sex--
(Smacking)
Is the cherry on top.
(♪♪♪)
(Traffic whooshing)
I had a feeling you were an honest man.
Honesty can be a very dangerous thing.
A great deal of it can be fatal.
Oscar Wilde.
Who's that?
He was a writer.
Dead.
We all got to die someday.
So might as well be a honest man.
It's the honorable way to go.
Well, that's why I'm here.
(Rustling)
$1.
Thank you.
(Grunting)
Do not get cold?
Get used it.
Well, thanks again.
We're all in the gutter.
Some of us are lookin' at the stars.
Oscar Wilde.
Take care.
Hi, I take it you're a morning person.
Yeah, you too.
Have a good day.
(Rees taking a deep breath)
Alright, I'll see you soon.
(♪♪♪)
(James sighing)
(Bottle rattles)
(Phone buzzing)
Hello?
Will, your friend Kurt,
I have evidence he was working for the company.
Warp?
Now, Warp's no not a company name.
It's just a password they used for money transfers
and other shit.
I tried using it to crack Kurt's account.
Guess what?
It worked like a pack mule.
I'm gonna have to call you back.
(Busy dial tone)
(Tap running)
(♪♪♪)
(Phone buzzing)
(♪♪♪)