Leverage: Redemption (2021) s01e07 Episode Script

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[LIBBY] Are you ready to roll?
- [FRANKIE GIGGLES]
- OK.
Oh, Frankie is so
excited for kindergarten,
she keeps trying on new outfits.
[GIGGLES] Sure, a playdate sounds great.
OK, bye!
Are you ready, boo?
[LIBBY CRIES OUT]
You knew I'd find you, Libby.
I'm a cop. You can't hide forever!
[TIRES SCREECH, HORN BLARES]
[SOFT VOICE] I am safe and secure.
I release all negative feelings
and thoughts about myself.
- [GRUFF VOICE] And clowns!
- [PHONE RINGING]
[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]
Libby? Hey, you all
right? What happened?
He's here.
He jumped out at me on the street.
I don't know how, but he found us.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
Hardison's in Yemen?
What's he doing there?
The government shut down the
Internet access for the people,
so right now, he's moving a satellite.
He enjoys the work, but Yemeni
food doesn't exactly agree
with his irritable you-know-what.
When you say he was moving a
satellite, you mean like in outer space?
Well, technically, it's the exosphere,
but our client is a
little closer to home.
Libby Barnes?
What's up, Parker?
Where's she at right now?
In one of our safe houses.
Her and her daughter, Frankie, are OK.
For now. This is Libby's
abusive ex, Reece,
a cop in small-town Arlo, Louisiana,
just a couple miles from here.
Libby got full custody of her daughter,
but Reece wouldn't leave them alone.
Four years ago, Hardison, Eliot, and I
helped hide Libby and
Frankie away in a new town,
gave them new identities, the works.
That's an algorithm Hardison built
to scrub images off the Internet.
Finds every recognizable image
of the person it's searching for
and makes it disappear.
Even the ones they didn't know existed.
Makes satellites move in space,
writes algorithms scrubbing
identities off the Internet.
Your brother's very impressive.
How did Reece find Libby
after all this time?
See, that's what doesn't make sense.
The only way Reece could've done it
is by somehow beating Alec's algorithm.
Arlo Police Department?
So, some random cops
cracked his algorithm?
Could've done it analog.
They coulda just put a word out there
about this guy's ex-wife and got lucky.
And then they gave her
address to their abusive buddy?
It happens.
People have a hard time
believing that their
friends are capable of abuse.
I think something else going on here.
Place is right across the river.
Parker and are gonna go check
out the Arlo Police Department.
I'll ride with you.
Wait, guys, analog?
Wait, he took an old
photo and a description
and somehow managed to find
someone that Leverage hid?
Does that make sense to anyone?
[ELIOT] Look at that.
Helping old ladies with the
groceries. What cop has time for that?
There is something off here.
Look at the police car.
Small-town cops driving
the latest model cruiser
and high-end computers built in?
[SOPHIE] There are a bunch of
articles about a tech boom in the area:
startups, software
entrepreneurs setting up shop
'cause the property's cheaper?
Maybe their tax dollars
are propping up this town.
No, you guys were right.
Something is specifically up
with the Arlo Police Department.
Or, rather, down.
Over the last six months, the
crime rate in Arlo is nonexistent.
Well, it might have something to do
with all these cameras everywhere.
[PARKER] They're new, too. Latest tech.
Covering every inch of the town.
[BREANNA] Even if they do
have tax money coming in,
why spend it buying all
this security technology?
Ah! Maybe they're not buying it.
Maybe they're being paid to use it.
- Like guinea pigs?
- Mmm.
OK, yeah, I don't know how
I feel about this plan now.
He's gonna be fine.
Parker, you have your button cam on
so we can watch what happens to Eliot?
Wait, what, what happens
oh, hey, what happens to Eliot?!
Just don't make anything
happen until I get some popcorn.
OK, Hardison's algorithm has
scrubbed every mention of Eliot
off the web a long time ago,
so meet "Mr. Emmett Milbarge."
There is now a fake
federal bench warrant
saying that he committed petty theft.
But that's just insulting.
- Ooh, grand theft
- Thank you.
in Baton Rouge, and then
skipped bail after the arrest.
Yes, I'll be cool.
When am I not cool?
No, I don't need one
of those consultants.
God!
[BREANNA] That coffee shop
that guy just came out of,
that's perfect. Go take a seat there.
[BREANNA] So, now, it's a waiting game.
Let's see how long it
takes them to track Eliot.
[POLICE SIRENS]
That is amazing! Half
his face was covered,
and that system still
recognized him in no time flat.
Guys, any time you want to
call this off, feel free.
Mr. Milbarge, I'm
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
[SOFTLY] All right.
- Get your hands up!
- Freeze!
As I was saying
I'm U.S. Marshal Maria
Shipp, Mr. Milbarge,
and you're under arrest.
[SOPHIE] All right,
what have we learned?
Arlo has some kind of super-advanced
facial recognition system.
It can work off a a a
fraction of the amount of data-points
that any other system
would need to operate.
I'm talking more powerful than
the FBI's, by a factor of ten.
Then we need to find out more about it.
But first, you need to make that
bench warrant disappear as planned,
and then
you need to get into that system.
All right, I'm gonna
have to do that on-site.
OK, but we should call Parker home.
Because if that system picked
Eliot up off the street cameras,
it's too dangerous
for her to be out there
until we know what it can do.
But then you're gonna be without
backup. Are you OK with that?
I'll have to be.
Hello, Marshal.
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
[MALE VOICE] No, that's
not what I'm saying.
So your bench warrant
mysteriously disappeared?
So, in other words, just the baseless
and unnecessary arrest of my client?
This is gonna play great
when we take it to court.
Ooh, I'd love to see you guys
bring this into a courtroom.
Marshal Shipp is on loan
from the federal government,
and she does not speak
for this Police Department.
I guess anything just
to see me again, huh?
Like you're not interested
in another round.
Chief, when the city of Arlo
doesn't have enough money
to pay for the damage in this case,
this town's gonna be
called Milbarge, Louisiana,
unless you can show me some evidence
that this bench warrant ever existed.
The way you disarmed my
Glock was very distinctive.
Well, I've picked up a
few things here and there.
Where? Special Ops?
Funny, I didn't see any
mention of that in your file.
Mm. Maybe it disappeared,
along with that bench warrant.
I don't know what you're talking about.
[DISTANT TELEPHONE RINGING]
Dammit!
The Internet is still down!
When's it gonna get fixed?
[MALE VOICE] I.T. just arrived, Chief.
[BREANNA] Standard server tech.
Hello. What are you?
Whoa.
Breanna, what is it?
Um OK.
so, I assumed that Arlo
was just a guinea pig
for a new facial recognition program.
Turns out it's way worse.
This is predictive.
It didn't just recognize
Eliot, it told the cops
he was headed to a local bank
and was at risk to rob it.
[BREANNA] It's called Searchlight.
There's no way to access
the software's root code.
It's just a beta test.
But whoever built this thing
would have had to break just about
every unwritten rule of
the Internet to do it.
[SOPHIE] How's that?
Its image database, it's massive.
This guy scraped billions of photos off
of random websites, social media,
no doubt without permission.
Stole them, scanned
them, and stored them.
[BREANNA] This software
ends up in the wrong hands,
privacy is out the window.
And
[SOPHIA] Breanna, what's happening?
[DIGITAL BEEPING]
Oh, man
I think I just got made.
And the door just locked.
[FIRE ALARM SOUNDING]
The fire suppressant
system just triggered.
Are they trying to kill me?
Sophie!
Is she locked in the server room?
I'll head back.
No, no, no time. Someone else
is gonna have to handle it.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATES]
I have to take this call.
It's no good on my side.
I can help you pick the lock.
There's no lock.
It's a magnetic lock
with a keypad next to it.
[MALE OFFICER] Hey!
Get away from that door!
Hi, you are not the police.
[ELIOT] Harry, choke him out.
I was, uh, looking for the bathroom.
Breanna, grab your taser.
I don't have a taser!
How can you not have a taser?
Do you always have a taser?
How do you think I
stopped stabbing people?
I have a taser!
Get to the door.
Do I hit the keypad?
No, that'll short the
system. Hit the lock plate.
That'll overload the magnet.
Living space.
Been at it for six hours.
Yeah, well, that's the first
time somebody tried to kill her.
Tends to light a fire under some people.
Well, sorry if I'm a little upset
that some supervillain-level coder
just kicked off the privacy apocalypse.
Hey, companies are always trying
out new facial recognition soft
[BREANNA] Oh, I know, I know.
I tried going after one of
those companies a few months ago,
crashed their whole system.
That job's what got the
FBI breathing down my neck.
I came looking for you guys in Panama,
and no one ever asked why?
Hold up, Nana said the FBI showed
up because you crashed Twitter.
Yeah, about that
I mighta done that, too.
The point is, is that no other
facial rec compares to Searchlight.
You wanna know how Reece found Libby?
Libby took Frankie to the park
and she ended up in
the distant background
of someone else's hiking photo.
That image is so blurry Hardison's
algorithm didn't even flag it.
Guess what? Searchlight did.
So, Searchlight can identify a face
from a fuzzy shot on a crowded street.
Try a crowded stadium, with half a nose.
And then, because it's predictive,
it'll tell whoever wants to know
what you're likely to do next.
So, Reece sneaking into the
system to track down his ex,
that's just the tip of the iceberg.
Dictators tracking dissidents.
Mobsters hunting witnesses.
And he already knows my face.
So, how do we stop him?
Well, they picked Arlo because
it's a small enough town
to run a controlled experiment,
so that gives us a start.
But a program that complex
isn't running off some dinky
box in a police station.
There has got to be a dedicated
hardline running from the cops
to a powerful server.
So, we hack those servers,
we find that root code?
- [BREANNA] Yeah.
- We bring them down.
Well, first we have to
find out where it is.
I mean, I ran that thing all
the way to the edge of town,
but from there, it could go anywhere.
Harry said there was a
private security guy on call
at the police station.
That doesn't make any you know,
why, why not a deputy, or ?
Expensive hardware,
they're not gonna trust
small-town cops to watch it.
High-end security like that, it's
gonna stick out like a sore thumb.
I bet they patrol all
the key network points.
A wearable fitness device.
What just happened?
I stopped asking that question.
Probably for the best.
Well, looks like we found
our high-end security team.
Got a fitness tracker and
cell phone. Could use both.
Hmm.
All right, you make the
lift, I'll distract her.
Distract who?
Ah, Marshal Shipp.
Returning to the scene
of the crime, huh?
If it isn't the one who got away.
Who here had the lattes?
- Oh, no, ma'am. That's not us.
- No?
They told me table two. [LAUGHS]
What's that name say there?
Well, I'm telling you,
babe, that's not me.
Guess they're wrong. Hmm. No?
Smell it. Smells really good.
Please.
Still don't know what a guy with
your skills is doing in this town.
Well, what's your best theory?
Either you're a hardened criminal
working with a team
for your own purposes
or you're an undercover government agent
curious about the same
crime rate drop I am.
Betcha I figure you out by
the time we finish our coffee,
- Mr. Milbarge.
- Well
Actually, it's Eliot.
OK, so, here's the
security guy's footpath.
I cross-referenced that fitness tracker
with the phone to eliminate
any individual variance,
and I've got the route
these guys patrol along.
[PHONE VIBRATES AND PINGS]
Eliot's texting the Marshal.
Really? She seemed so normal.
[BREANNA] What?
All right, I give you guys
ten seconds to have fun this.
You call 9-1-1 when you want some booty?
Does she make you call her "officer"?
Who's the cop, and who's the bottom?
- nine and ten. It's ten.
- No, no, no! I've got another one.
Go work. Where are the
locations of the servers? Go!
All right, I tracked the hardline out
to a development of hi-tech houses,
but all of them are owned
by corporate shell companies.
Well, that's another dead end.
Well, yes, until I went back to
analyze Eliot's arrest footage
to see if I could pull up some
more data, and take a look.
[SOPHIA] Oh, yeah, that's
him. That's our coder.
Made sure the algorithm didn't spot him.
Well, he wasn't counting on
Eliot's situational awareness.
So, here are some
driver's license photos
from all the homeowners
in the development.
Well, to be fair, I only saw
this guy for, like, two seconds,
so I might not be it's the third
from the left, second row down.
[SOPHIE] Mm-hmm.
OK, "Reclusive Silicon Valley
game designer Joseph Cheng."
All right, well, now
we know where he lives.
And in his basement are the servers
that have the facial ID program, so
Yep. So, what now?
Now, we pay Mr. Cheng a little visit,
and we burn him and his nasty
little program to the ground.
Just to be clear
Metaphorically. Metaphorically!
Ooh! 'Cause I was totally
gonna burn it down.
I was gonna blow it up,
then you could burn it down.
- Yeah!
- Fire solves all problems.
- What?
- Parker taught me that.
- Ow!
- All right, stop.
[SEABIRDS CALLING]
Doesn't matter how good your security is
if you come to the same
spot for coffee every day.
Amateur.
[SOPHIE] What do we
know about Joseph Cheng?
Games designer, software
developer, invader of privacy.
[BREANNA] Uh, we know
practically nothing.
I mean, he sues anybody who
tries to write about him,
or even mentions him.
The only public knowledge is,
is that he banked a fortune
when he designed that, um,
hyper-addictive cell game,
Dozer Duel.
Banked about a hundred mill, and
then bailed when he got caught
creating a database of
children using the game
and selling it to marketing companies.
I had to figure out how to get into
one of those Dozer Duel chat rooms.
I wanted to see if there
was any personal gossip.
It was terrifying.
Some of these hardcore gamers told me
that Cheng wiped his hands years ago.
Too much anxiety.
He said he was leaving game design,
wanted to make his
mark in the tech world.
Charming. A man who's willing to
compromise everyone else's privacy
but still wants to be
extremely private himself.
Tell me this isn't coconut oil.
I can't stand coconut.
LISTEN TO ME: it's not called
the usual, it's called my usual.
What I drink every day, and it
doesn't have coconut oil in it!
And my time is way too valuable
for me to explain it to you again!
Sheesh. Well, not sure he's
solved that anxiety problem.
He freaks out if everything
isn't exactly the way he wants it.
What do you got on Cheng's phone?
Nada. His cell rejected all
three bugging apps we tried.
But I did crack the closest cell tower
and found regular pings between him
and some guy named Buddy Harwick.
Buddy Harwick? Huh. He's
a Silicon Valley investor.
Buddy is Cheng's financial backer,
and it turns out his phone
is much easier to phish.
I got his contacts, his emails between
him and Cheng, and his schedule,
which includes a meeting in two days
between him and a representative of RIZ.
You remember them?
Yeah, I remember them.
If they get their hands
on that software, man
Yeah, every dictator, corporate
weenie, or '80s movie villain
is gonna be lining
up to be their client.
We need to get into that
man's house and those servers
before that meeting.
We're on it. Put that on.
You'd think a nerdy tech guy would
have better taste than a McMansion.
- Well, he's a tech guy. He doesn't have taste.
- Oh.
What he does have is
cameras all over the exterior
and private security on call.
He's protecting something.
I'll bet the servers are in the house.
Well, software guys
never see hardware coming.
[ELIOT] What does that
stupid little thing do?
[BREANNA] Oh, my little baby here?
Gonna get a layout of secret boy's lair,
so we'll know how to get in.
Come on, Frodo, do your thing.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
What?
What kind of psycho puts electric
fencing 50 feet above the ground?
Yeah, well, it's sorry about that.
[DRILLING CONTINUES]
[FEMALE VOICE] Your blood sugar
sat levels seem low, Joseph.
How about I make you a smoothie?
I don't need a smoothie. I I
need to work on my presentation.
[ANGRY SHOUT]
[SCOFFS]
Ooh, hang on a second.
This might be something. I'm
in Buddy Harwick's emails.
Is it a problem that
we're taking down a guy
who invades people's privacy
by invading somebody's privacy?
- No!
- Why would you think that?
Forget I said anything. Look at this.
Cheng and Harwick are very
different personality types.
Cheng's upset with him, really upset
with him, for always being late.
And Harwick's been trying to get Cheng
to see a social interactions consultant.
What's a social interactions consultant?
I had a client who hired one once.
Sometimes great innovators
need a little help
refining their personality, you know.
Some 'cause they can't really
function around other people
in a way to be successful.
Kinda weird how he needs a code to
know how to interact with others.
[CHUCKLES]
[FEMALE VOICE] Then
Mr. Harwick will say,
"The process of scraping
images without consent
is frowned upon but not
technically illegal."
And you say
'Course, nobody will ever know
their private photos and information
are being used against them,
so it really shouldn't
matter to begin with.
[ELIOT] Ahh.
These are fiber-optic
advanced-connectivity.
What's that for, man?
Put put that put it, put it
away. You're not cuttin' nothin'.
That's signal bouncin' off
the walls, Wi-Fi of the gods.
Wait, there's no visual
security cables running inside.
You mean there's no
cameras in the house?
Correct.
But
These are for biometric scanners.
Wait, a combo of fiber
optics, bio scanners,
and Cheng's predictive software?
I don't know what that means.
It means we don't know how secure
or super-smart this smart-house is.
It not only calls out his every need,
but it'll watch over Cheng
and its own servers
like a, like a guard dog.
[FEMALE VOICE] Yard sensors
and lockdown measures
fully prepped.
Joseph, your nighttime vitals show
you're not getting enough
stage-3 non-REM sleep.
Let's wind down early tonight
so you are rested for
your big meeting tomorrow.
You're the best, Alay-Na.
What?
Why are you scared of this guy?
He's not just stealing
people's photos, man.
He's trying to control their lives.
Libby can't escape her
ex because of Cheng.
You know what else people
won't be able to escape?
Our mistakes.
Our past.
Because of him, we're always going to be
the people we were on our worst day.
And the thing is, he's good.
He beat Hardison's algorithm.
How am I supposed to beat him?
First of all, this guy
can't touch Hardison.
All right? And second
We wouldn't ask you to do this
if we didn't think you could.
And I know you can.
You're gonna beat Cheng.
Then you can take a
selfie with his system,
and you can send it to Hardison.
You gonna in it with me?
I don't take selfies.
Right. OK.
How many mistakes are we talking
about on your resumé, anyway?
Let's talk about that another time.
[SOPHIE] Everything's in position.
Now, Cheng's the type who cannot handle
the slightest deviation in his routine.
First, we're gonna ruin the big sale,
then we're gonna hack into his servers.
Everything goes to plan, we're in
Cheng's house by tonight. Harry?
Sent a text to Cheng's
phone from Harwick's email
pushing the meeting 15
minutes. He's gonna love it.
Hi, welcome!
- Do you have a reservation?
- Reservation? I it's a coffee bar.
We are under new ownership.
It's just a little game
we play on our anniversary.
This year, he's the maître d'
[BREATHY GIGGLE]
who's really a struggling artist.
She's a German heiress
fleeing an unhappy marriage.
We meet cute, run off in the night.
Helps keep things fresh.
It's kind of an attempt to
crack down on all those people
who order a single cup of coffee
and then camp out at the tables all day.
I'm here for a meeting.
I have a meeting right here on my
books, but it started 15 minutes ago.
And it looks like all my
attendees are already here.
Name?
I'm Joseph Cheng. Let me go.
I will get your drink
started right away, Mr. Cheng.
Joseph!
- There you are.
- Buddy. Sorry I'm late.
Wasn't my fault, but I'm ready to start.
[CHENG GRUNTS]
I'm OK.
I'm I'm OK.
Breathe.
For a small extra fee,
Searchlight can be coded
to ignore images of certain
powerful people such as yourselves.
Joseph!
This drink is cold!
It's got coconut in it!
- I am so sorry.
- Are you totally incompetent?
I'm gonna have to
rinse out my mouth now!
Gentlemen, I'm I'm sorry.
Uh, sometimes genius
comes with a price.
[MAN] Come on, let's go.
No, uh, gentlemen, we'll we'll
get Joseph back to the table,
and we can continue
[MAN 2] Buddy, this meeting's over.
Ah.
Social interactions consultant?
I'm just glad it worked.
Now, I'm gonna keep Cheng distracted
with tips on how to be a human being.
Parker's gonna find a
weakness in his hardware,
which lets Breanna hack
in and wipe the root code.
Let's do it.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Oona Reynolds, Mr. Cheng.
And this is Tanner, my plucky assistant.
We're here to help you prepare for
your make-or-break presentation.
[PARKER] Ooh, like a museum.
Oh, I don't like being invited
into museums. It spoils the fun.
[ALAY-NA] What kind of fun do you mean?
Oh. What was ?
Whoa, whoa, hey, what was that?
Did that just come from the house?
I think we might be in a haunted house.
That's my virtual aide, Alay-Na.
She's in the house with us.
You mean like "with us," with us?
No, no, no, no.
OK, Parker, Sophie, don't say anything.
The house will hear you.
Huh.
[ELECTRONIC SCANNING SOUNDS]
[ELECTRONIC SCANNING SOUNDS]
[BREANNA] This is not good.
Parker and Sophie, you
can't speak to us at all.
[SOPHIE] Oh.
Huh.
Alay-Na has biometric
sensors everywhere.
If she detects an intruder,
she goes full-on Fort Knox.
Electrified glass, armed guards.
And that's if she's
trying to keep you out.
Huh.
- Can we talk to them?
- I think so.
All right, Sophie, try to keep him calm.
Use the beta-blockers if you have to.
Parker, just keep looking for
flaws in the security system.
The less time you guys
are in there, the better.
[ALAY-NA] Unrecognized print.
The counters have sensors, so
Alay-Na can tell who's here.
And if they can be trusted.
It's amazing how
connected she is to you.
She's even linked to a
display in my glasses,
which is telling me your
heart rate is raised,
and there are variations in your voice.
Biometric signs someone's lying.
You got me. I simply don't
find tech all that impressive,
which is what makes me valuable.
Now, first, we're gonna smooth out
those speech patterns, lower your voice,
and adjust your stance to make
you seem less confrontational.
I need to get a feel of
the feng sui of the place.
Studies show a deeper voice
makes one seem more authoritative,
whereas standing toe-to-toe to
someone, it can yes, that's right,
it can trigger a
fight-or-flight response.
Here.
[CHENG CLEARS THROAT]
It's such a pleasure to meet you.
Not quite.
It's such a pleasure to meet you.
Well, you see, I didn't pick
up on any pleasure whatsoever.
It's such a pleasure to meet you.
[SHARP INHALATION] Ooh.
[ALAY-NA] Joseph, I notice that
your body language appears tense.
Should I play your daily affirmations?
[CHENG GRUNTS] No, no. Not necessary.
We need you to be calm and confident.
We need you to be more impactful
than the product you're selling.
Wait, you're not in
here with me, are you?
[ALAY-NA] Can I be of any assistance?
[LOW] What?
No.
I I'm just looking for
something for my headache.
[LOUD GRINDING NOISE]
I managed to slow down his speech,
and Alay-Na said he sounded tired.
She's a bit chatty.
Alay-Na! No! No coffee!
OK, that's it. Sophie's coaching
is already confusing Cheng's AI.
We can't hack his system.
What if we hack him?
What if we alter Cheng's
biometric signifiers?
You'd have to use
whatever's in the house.
The antihistamine drops in the bathroom.
Well, that would dilate his irises.
[ELIOT STAMMERS] All right, guys,
so, we have not prepped for this, OK?
This system is way too advanced.
No, this c this
could actually help us.
Sometimes smart houses
are a little dumb.
If we change Cheng's biometrics enough,
Alay-Na will mistake
him for an intruder.
He'd then have to shut down his
own system. We'd go right in.
We could use the beta-blockers to
calm him down, if we used enough.
Parker, use your graphite
to alter his handprint.
Yes, then the
antihistamine and the pills.
I think we can do this.
Does she carry graphite powder on her?
It's for pickin' locks. Makes it easier.
OK, enough with the preliminaries.
Show me your handshake.
Ooh, wow. What is that?
A dead fish attached
to the end of your arm?
Try again.
[PARKER] Now that's the
handshake of a confident man.
[BREANNA] OK, all right, hit
him with the beta-blockers.
Have a glass of water, Mr. Cheng.
Now, if you'll remove your glasses.
These eyedrops are
gonna help you blink less
and maintain eye contact,
and then we're going to practice
some breathing exercises,
staying calm no matter what's
going on in the world around you.
Think I need my glasses.
It's hard to push boundaries,
uh, because you-you want
Searchlight to, uh
[ALAY-NA] Dim ambient lighting.
Alay-Na! W what's wrong with you?
Stop stop dimming the lights.
[ALAY-NA] Unrecognized print.
Heart rate 70. Heart rate 68.
What do the beta-blockers do?
The resting heart rate is
usually fixed at one level.
That's why it's a good biometric marker.
We're about to drop
Cheng's by ten points.
Head up, straight back.
Confidence, Mr. Cheng.
[ALAY-NA] Start coffeemaker.
[GRINDER REVS LOUDLY]
[ALAY-NA] Start blender.
She's malfunctioning.
I'll reset her.
No, no, if your own software's
having trouble recognizing you,
that means you're making real progress.
Alay-Na, calm down.
Everything's OK.
[ALAY-NA] Unrecognized voice.
Sparkling water. Open
windows. Hot tub jets.
62 BPS.
61 BPS.
Get ready.
[ALAY-NA] Unrecognized heart rate!
[SIREN ALARM SOUNDING]
[ALAY-NA] Intruder!
Private security has
been notified. Intruder!
I didn't even see you.
You bolted out of nowhere!
At six miles per hour, I bolted?
You weren't even looking,
man! You were on your phone!
[HARRY] I was not on my phone!
Oh, that's how you choke somebody out.
That makes more sense.
[ALARM BEEPING]
Something's wrong. I can't
figure out what's going on!
[BANGING ON THE DOOR]
[ELIOT] Initrode Security, sir.
There's no problem. I'm Joseph Cheng.
I live here. There's no intruder.
However, we gotta do a clean sweep
of the premises. It's protocol.
[ELIOT] Can you turn the
security device off, sir?
I don't get it.
Diagnostics look good.
Everything's running fine.
[WHISPERING] Wait a minute.
They're in this together. They're
trying to steal my software.
[LOUDLY] Alay-Na, reset!
[ALAY-NA] Nice to see you, Joseph.
[WHISPERING] Alay-Na, call
the actual police this time.
Lock these intruders
in until they arrive.
If you all thought getting in
here was hard, now try getting out.
Buddy, we'll close the deal
right now. Meet me at the cafe.
Doors are reinforced, and
windows are electrified.
The police have been
notified and are on their way.
Well, this is gonna be fun. Anybody
know how to put the brakes on this?
I mean, we would need
Cheng's passcode for that.
[PARKER] 252692.
He had graphite powder
on his hands. Check it.
But it could be any
combination of those numbers.
No, those digits in that
order spell out "Alay-Na."
Code entered is correct,
but you are not Joseph Cheng.
Anybody know how to imitate
a dude down to his biometrics?
He has a chip on your shoulder so big,
it literally weighs him down.
Well, his resting heart
rate was 68. Mine's 46.
I just need a minute to elevate it.
Well, just think of
something that excites you.
[GIGGLES AND GARGLES]
You're thinking about
cracking safes, right?
Underwater. Obviously.
[JOSEPH CHENG'S VOICE] I'm
Joseph Cheng. Let me go.
- Name?
- I'm Joseph Cheng! Let me go.
[ALAY-NA] Nice to see you, Joseph.
Yes!
All right, root code, here I come.
[SOPHIE] Mr. Wilson, Breanna
needs a few more minutes.
Stall Cheng. Be creative.
Oh, my god! It's Joseph Cheng!
You are the creator of Dozer Duel!
You're the guy that
works at Common Grounds.
Yeah, yeah. I'm so sorry about
that whole coconut oil mix-up thing.
Hey, you don't understand.
Dozer Duel is my life.
And you have all the secrets.
I need the cheater
code to get past that,
that ghost truck
on-on-on-on-on Level 10! Please!
Uh, Buddy, I'm walking up now.
We got it.
Hey, kid, smile.
[PHONES PINGING]
Uh, thank you for, mee-meeting
us back here on short notice.
It's hard to apologize for
pushing boundaries because
- [CELL PHONES PING AND BUZZ]
- What the hell?
for heinous international crimes.
There is an awful lot of
Joseph Chengs in the world,
some of them almost as unsavory as ours.
We can push that to every cell phone
within a three-block radius of our boy.
Teach him how to respect
other people's privacy.
And then RIZ won't go near Cheng
with the cops chasing after him.
- [MAN] We're out of here.
- I'm being set up.
Th this wasn't me.
Stop reading your phones!
People are trying to steal
Searchlight out from under me.
Can't you see that?
Alay-Na, can you hear me?
This isn't happening!
What did they do to you?
[ALAY-NA] Joseph, the
man you're looking at
appears to be an international fugitive.
I've alerted the authorities
to your whereabouts.
[ENGINE REVVING]
[SIREN SHRIEKS]
[GUNS COCKING]
Joseph Cheng. I'm U.S.
Marshal Maria Shipp.
Why don't you just stay
down there and rest a moment.
Alay-Na, run diagnostics. Now.
[SOPHIE] Don't worry.
The collective sins of
Joseph Chengs around the world
have all been wiped from your
record, and only yours remain now.
You think you're gonna get
away with stealing Searchlight?
Whatever part of my
software you changed,
I'll change it back and find you.
Ah, well, I wouldn't be so sure,
because we control Searchlight now.
And Alay-Na.
That is true. They control me
now. Because they are awesome.
- Oh, I'm beginning to like her.
- Yeah.
We wanted you to have a little taste
of your own privacy-ending monstrosity.
So I wiped your database,
I spiked your code,
and you don't get to steal
people's faces anymore.
You sure as hell don't get
to prey on our mistakes.
You should probably sign over
this house to us tonight as well,
rather than face a $500
million class-action lawsuit
filed by our friend, Mr. Wilson,
for compromising people's
privacy in the first place.
[INDISTINCT NEIGHBORHOOD CHATTER]
[PARKER] This should
be enough to relocate.
We've built you new IDs
with the help of Alay-Na,
and she's wiped all
your information again.
I can't thank you enough for this.
But who is Alay-Na?
Oh, that's a that's a long story.
Libby, it's so good to see you again.
- You, too, Eliot. Thank you.
- All right, take care of yourself.
- You, too.
- All right.
Nice job stopping Cheng on Main Street.
Yeah, I really sold it, huh?
I heard the whole thing.
Especially that stuff about
the, uh, ghost truck on Level 10.
Funny, that hasn't been
in any version of the game
for the past four years.
Obscure references, the chat board.
You're a secret Dozer Duel
fanatic. You play video games.
You have no proof.
And even if you did,
nobody would believe you.
Wait a second, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, give me your handle or something!
Come on, give me your
handle. We could team up!
Duelists unite!
So, when are you going to
see her again? Your Marshal.
It's I wouldn't hold your breath.
Ah.
It's just, you know,
my whole life changed
when the right person arrested me.
- Yeah, Sophie
- [PHONE RINGS AND VIBRATES]
It's not like that.
You asked for a list of
all the jobs I've pulled.
These are my mistakes.
Truth is, what you did
before you came here
doesn't really matter to us.
Ooh. It's actually pretty impressive.
But, Breanna, maybe we
should have said this sooner.
Hey, we don't need you to be Hardison.
All we need from you is to
be exactly the person you are.
Mistakes and all.
Three thousand tons of maple syrup?
I can explain.
[PARKER] What?!
[ELIOT] Who was drinking this? Harry?
[PARKER] Was it a a
pancake-eating contest?
- It was a hacking contest.
- This is not his.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]