Castle s07e05 Episode Script

Hey, I need to be at the club by Uh.
Skip it? But everyone who's anyone is gonna be there.
Mmm.
I know.
Look, I really gotta go, but I'll be thinking about you.
I'll take a pic and send it to you to prove it.
Hello? Is someone there? Excellent.
Now hum.
Mmm.
Vibrate, vibrate, vibrate, vibrate.
Mmm.
Okay, I'll Now breathe in You know, I think that's My vocal chords are about as warmed up as they're gonna get.
Thank you so much.
I thought you said you were just coming to watch, anyway.
Well, that was the plan, but then I discovered my expertise was needed.
And don't miss his forehead, honey.
It's shiny.
What about this jacket, dear? Did you Yes, I'm good.
I'm think Because I picked that out myself.
I've done this before, Mother.
I know exactly what I'm doing.
Thank you.
Can we just put one more? Just another layer.
Stack 'em right up on top of there.
I think it'd be great.
There's a boy over there filming you with his phone.
Yeah, that's just behind-the-scenes stuff.
Oh.
Yeah.
It's all part of the campaign.
Just tapping into that whole Uh-huh.
Okay.
Okay, Mr.
Castle, we're ready.
Excellent.
Want to go sit with Mo? Woo-hoo! Mo! We're rolling.
All right.
And action! Hi, I'm Richard Castle.
Are you looking for a bone-chilling, spine-tingling thriller full of twists and turns? If you are, look no further than my latest novel, Raging Heat.
Why don't you download your copy today? Because whether you get it on the download, buy a hard copy, or just listen to the audio version, I promise you, it'll keep you hooked to the very last word.
Oops! That must have been kind of embarrassing.
It was a minor blow to my ego.
But, after that, I had to channel my inner Castle.
But once I did, nailed it! Wow! You nailed playing yourself? That's impressive.
Mock if you will, but pretty soon you're gonna see my image splashed across multiple platforms.
It's gonna be Castle 2.
0.
It's gonna be Castle in the cloud.
Wait a minute.
Multiple platforms? I thought that this was a TV commercial.
No, better.
It's a Web-mercial.
And once it drops in a few days, my publisher assures me that both Raging Heat and I will go viral.
It's time I let technology wrap me in its warm yet lucrative embrace.
Ah! Gentlemen.
Is there an elevator or is this a walk-up? Hope it's an elevator.
Victim's name is Abby Smith.
She's 23 years old.
A maintenance worker found her early this morning.
We're dealing with something messed up here.
You got that right.
Starting off with these stab wounds.
They're round.
What was the murder weapon? Hard to tell.
A knitting needle, maybe.
Or an ice pick.
Your guess is as good as mine.
Her attacker knew about anatomy.
He pierced her carotid and her subclavian arteries.
She bled out in minutes.
Which means our killer might have had a medical background.
You know, there are no signs of forced entry.
Do we know how this killer came in? Well, we're not really sure.
But he definitely wanted Abby to know that he was here.
She was texted this photo at 10:33, right around time of death.
The killer sent this? Right before he murdered her.
He was watching her.
Hmm.
And then he sent that to terrorize her.
This was personal.
Well, so much for the warm embrace of technology.
Is there any way to trace the text? Well, we'll try, but it was sent from a burner phone.
Um, meanwhile, we'll check with the neighbors, see if they saw anything.
Okay.
And talk to friends and family.
If this was personal, they might have an idea as to who was behind this.
Well, why don't we start with this guy? Carlos.
She was on the phone with him right before she received the text message.
Judging by their call history, he looks to be the boyfriend.
I can't believe this happened.
I should've been there to protect her.
We have to ask you, Carlos.
Who else had a key to Abby's place? Nobody.
Just the landlord.
You know if she was expecting any visitors? No, she was actually heading out to, uh, Club Doom.
She had booked a personal appearance there.
Uh, Abby was a celebrity? She was huge on social media.
So, was she an actress or a singer or what? No, she posted pics on Snappamatic.
You know, the photo-sharing app? "Snappamatic Reviews," she called them.
And that got her personal appearances? Yeah, and sponsors, too.
Especially once she hit half a million followers.
What did Abby review, exactly? They were, like, joke reviews.
She came to New York to be a comedian, and, um, this is how she hit it big.
"These gyros came right back up.
"That's a two-for-one special you don't want.
" This pic went viral, and overnight, she was a star.
With followers and fans, all this attention, I felt like I was losing her.
Like there was no room left for the two of us.
Do you think she had any stalkers? If she did, I'm not sure she would've told me.
Did any of these reviewees get upset about the pictures she posted? Actually, yeah.
There was a guy.
He made threatening calls.
What was his name? Edward Han.
He's an acupuncturist.
His cell phone records show that he called Abby a dozen times in the days before her murder.
And who better than an acupuncturist to kill with accurate punctures? Perhaps with a giant needle.
And he has the anatomical training to know where to strike.
Not to mention beef with Abby.
Check this out.
This was posted all over the place, and I bet it put a damper on Han's practice.
"Do not let this guy poke you"? I don't get it.
Posting dumb-ass photos all over the place? How does she have a fan base? How did this become a career? Welcome to the sharing economy.
Yeah, more like oversharing.
Really? And you're opposed to all photos of oversharing women? That's different.
Hey.
Han's starting to look good for this.
One of Abby's neighbors saw him at her apartment yesterday.
At her apartment? Doing what? Screaming at her, threatening to make her pay.
Till she slammed the door in his face.
So maybe he went back to get the last word.
I never went back.
I admit I was at her apartment, and I may have said those things.
You were angry about this review.
Review? That bimbo was never even a client.
She posted that picture and my walk-ins dropped off.
Her little joke was costing me my business.
Yeah, well, in our business, we call that motive.
Where were you last night at 10:30? Off drowning my sorrows.
I swear to you, I did not do this.
But I know who did.
She had a stalker.
Yeah.
I know.
We're looking at him.
Not me! That's what Abby thought, too.
That I was stalking her.
Now why would she think that? Maybe because you were calling her all the time, showing up at her place? Abby said someone had been following her for the last month.
But I didn't track her down till a week ago.
So the stalker couldn't have been me.
Mr.
Han, do you have evidence that this other person actually exists? There's a note.
On a postcard.
What note? A threat.
She got it that day.
She waved it in my face, she accused me of slipping it under her door.
Whoever left that note, that's who did this.
It has to be.
Han's alibi checks out.
Bartender said that he was well into his fourth Mai Tai at the time of the murder.
Upon reflection, it's just as well.
From a storytelling standpoint.
I mean, "Do not let this guy poke you," then the acupuncturist stabs her with a giant needle? It's just a little too obvious.
Which means we're looking for someone else with motive.
But so far, no one sticks out.
Maybe Abby's family has some insight.
They don't.
She wasn't very close to them.
Looks like Han was telling the truth about that threat.
CSU found this postcard in Abby's dresser drawer.
"The brightest stars burn quickest.
" She got this on the same day she was murdered? Wait, is this a fingerprint? No.
That's a smudge.
But it might mean something.
The lab says that it's wood varnish.
Hey, guys, check this out.
I was looking through Abby's followers, and one of 'em posted pictures of her on their account.
Crime scene photos? But not ours.
The killer took these photos before we got to the crime scene.
"This star's Whose account is this? Username is "Netslayer.
" He kills her, then posts her picture.
Why would he do that? Tear down the victim, add insult to injury.
"This star's Maybe that's why he killed Abby.
Because she's a Web celebrity.
Or he wants to become one himself.
Abby did have half a million followers.
Killing her would give him instant high profile.
Or he could just be using social media to hide his true motives for killing her.
Either way, maybe these photos could help us find him.
Yeah, I'll get with Tory.
We'll analyze the photos, see if we can pull some images off the reflections.
All right.
And I'll go through his account, see if he posted anything else that could help us ID him.
Where you guys going? Straight to the source.
Maybe Snappamatic can give us an idea of who he is or where to find him.
Actually, ID'ing and locating users are two things we just can't do.
Can't or won't? Can't.
Snappamatic was designed for privacy.
It runs on a software platform that anonymizes all of our users.
I bet that was a real selling point for the killer.
Look, no one is more upset about this than we are.
I bet Abby Smith was.
One of your users killed her, and you're trying to tell me that you can't help us? We're trying.
Evan's combing the guy's account, but all you need to register is a valid e-mail address.
Which isn't valid anymore, by the way.
So no help there.
What we can do is suspend his account so he can't post.
Well, the reason he's posting in the first place is because he wants attention.
He needs to communicate.
Exactly.
He likes to share, so let him.
Maybe he's gonna share something that he didn't intend to.
Now, take the pictures down, but leave the account up.
We'd rather not have the Snappamatic brand associated with a murderer.
It already is.
It's our pipeline directly to the killer.
The account stays open.
Consider the bright side, gentlemen.
The traffic for your site will be through the roof.
I think I got something.
I was digging through the metadata and found a geotag anomaly on one of the pictures.
What kind of an anomaly? Okay, so the geotag holds GPS coordinates, usually of where a photo was taken.
Usually, but not always? Not if the camera loses its GPS signal.
In that case, a geotag is assigned when the photo is uploaded.
So, the killer lost his GPS signal, didn't notice And then when he posted his photos onto Snappamatic, he accidentally revealed his location.
What are the coordinates? Tory plotted the longitude and latitude of the geotag, and we got an address in downtown Manhattan.
And what's there? It's a vintage furniture store.
Wood, wood varnish! That explains the smudge on the note.
Okay, let's get the names of everyone that works there.
We already did.
It's a one-man shop owned by one Bill Garrett.
Turns out he used to be a cop, until he had a nervous breakdown.
And get this, he worked in the Cyber Division.
Which means he would know his way around the Web and social media.
Bring him in.
Bill Garrett! NYPD.
Keep your hands where we can see 'em! On your knees.
You know the drill.
Getting brought in here is no way to treat a fellow officer.
Mr.
Garrett, we found these when we searched your shop.
I refinish furniture.
Of course I have awls.
Awls that match the stab wounds in her neck? If you think I murdered this girl, you're out of your mind.
We also found this cell phone.
I keep it for emergencies.
Emergencies? Like, uh, snapping photos? You see, even when you delete them, they can still be recovered.
All right, what is this? I didn't take those.
Then how did they end up on your phone? And why were they uploaded to Snappamatic using your Wi-Fi network? I don't upload photos.
I don't even go near the Web unless I have to.
And then there's the text to Abby.
And the wood varnish on this note, which we're gonna trace right back to your shop.
It's over.
Your best bet is to cut a deal.
This is a mistake.
Working Cyber Unit must've taken its toll.
It had to have been difficult.
Seeing the darkest side of the Web, that must've changed you.
Maybe that's why you left and did what you did.
I didn't do anything.
And I quit Cyber because a frat boy date-raped a girl, posted the photos online, and got away with it.
So I flipped out and I put him in the hospital.
I did not hurt this girl.
I do not know her.
Where were you at 10:30 p.
m.
? I was at home.
With who? Nobody.
I was alone.
This was just posted to the Netslayer's account.
That's you guys arresting Garrett.
Right.
Wait, what's this? "Wrong suspect, NYPD.
I'm still here.
"What will I do next?" So, either Garrett was framed Or somehow he pulled this off to make it look like he was framed.
Whoever this is, he just took this to a whole new level.
He's taunting us.
More pictures are coming in.
Body parts? Body parts, sausages, a date? What the hell is this? "The game is on.
" That's a challenge.
Those are clues.
Clues to what? His next murder.
Body parts, sausage, November 12th.
Body parts being made into sausage.
Human sausages.
In November.
I am not getting anywhere with this.
And you're sure? Okay, thanks.
Garrett's alibi checks out.
He activated his alarm system when he got home last night.
No one entered or exited until morning.
So the killer set him up just to toy with us.
Detective, the news media is calling for comment.
what we think this is.
We're not sure.
This could be a clue as to his next victim or victims.
Each image could represent a different person.
Or it could be a pictogram, where the images add up to a message.
Tory's trying to analyze each image, find their sources.
But we think that this collage is from one photo of a woman, Caucasian, in her 20s.
So she could be our next target.
And given the killer's behavior, she's most likely someone with a high Internet profile, like Abby Smith.
Yo.
So we ID'd that grill as a Fowler.
We're checking into anybody named Fowler who might be big on social media.
And that date, November 12th.
Any special significance? Well, for starters, it turns out it is World Pneumonia Day.
But we're also checking into any news events, births, deaths that occurred on that date.
If it even is a date.
Eleven, 12, 13 could be part of a number sequence.
Yes, Castle, we're also looking into that, as well as anyone Garrett put away while he was in Cyber.
Detective Beckett? I was able to identify one of the images.
It was cropped from this photo of a food blogger named Mary Fuchs.
Where did you find that photo? She posted it on her Snappamatic feed a few days ago.
So Mary Fuchs is a Snappamatic user, just like Abby Smith.
She could be next.
We need to find her and bring her in here.
I don't understand.
Why would someone post part of my picture? Miss Fuchs, do these images mean anything to you? Or this date? No.
I mean, I don't think so.
What about Abby Smith? Do you know her? Do you have any connection to her? I'd never even heard of her till it was all over the news that she died.
Is whoever killed her after me? Well, has anyone been following you? Have you received any threatening messages? No, nothing like that.
You're a blogger, right? What do you blog about? Uh, German cuisine.
German cuisine? I'm German, so I review German restaurants, and I post recipes for classic dishes like strudel and the bratwurst that I'm grilling in the picture.
So your Snappamatic page says that you have Yeah.
I think that's pretty good considering I joined last week.
I don't get it.
Killing Abby put the Netslayer onto the big stage.
Taunting the police about it just turned on the klieg lights.
Why target a no-name like her? Maybe he's trying to send a message that no one's safe.
Not Web celebs or obscure German food bloggers.
Well, you better add artists to that list as well.
Tory just ID'd another one of our images.
Is it from Snappamatic? Yeah, from the feed of a painter named Daniel Leek.
The image is from a photo he took of one of his pieces.
See the expiration date is cropped from the top of this milk carton.
But Leek's pretty low on the Snappamatic totem pole.
He only has about Heck, my blog has more than that.
You have a blog? Yeah, yeah, "The Ryan Report.
" It's the musings of a homicide detective You haven't read it.
I do Oh, "The Ryan Report!" Yeah, I just I thought Because I didn't Well, in spite of Leek's following, let's try to get him in.
Well, that's going to be difficult.
He's at an art opening in Seattle.
He doesn't live in New York.
If he's in Seattle, how is he a possible victim? He's not.
Rotten fruit, expiration date What's the name of that painting? Uh, Spoiled, I think.
I know what the clues mean.
Expiration date on spoiled milk plus grilled bratwurst equals "spoiled brats.
" That's the message.
You getting it? That's what the images mean.
Leading us to Seriously? Anyone here besides me a consumer of vapid online magazines? No.
No.
Spoiled brats! As in "The Spoiled Brats of Snappamatic," a feature article from two weeks ago.
It's all about rich kids who post pictures of their extravagant lifestyles on Snappamatic.
That's the key to solving the case.
The killer has given us a pictogram, as I predicted, pointing us to that article.
Yeah, maybe.
But what about the third image? The collage? This is it! This is the photo.
Those are Tatiana Fisher's body parts from this photo that she took with her boyfriend Cam Magani.
He posted it on his Snappamatic feed.
Spoiled brat Tatiana.
She has over a million followers.
Going after her would raise the killer's infamy to new heights.
She's the next victim.
Tatiana Fisher? NYPD.
We've been trying to get a hold of you and Cam Magani.
We have reason to believe that you might be the Netslayer's next target.
That's insane.
He wouldn't dare.
Well, maybe not, but we need to take you back to the precinct.
I'm not going anywhere with you.
I have a party on Fire Island, so Ma'am, this is a potentially dangerous situation.
Did you just call me "ma'am"? Look, I'll make it simple for you, okay? Can you force me to go with you? Yes or no? No.
Well, then, buh-bye.
Wait, Miss Fisher.
Miss Fisher! Please, just give us Oh, my God! Cam! Watch out.
The Internet is abuzz today with the news of a serial killer stalking social media.
Representatives of Snappamatic, the online photo-sharing app, have released a statement saying that they are cooperating with authorities.
Socialite Cam Magani's body was found murdered in the vehicle you see behind me.
Magani may be the latest victim of "Netslayer," the mysterious online figure who claimed responsibility for the murder of Abby Smith, then posted gruesome images of her body.
With the city and Internet roiling with fear, many are asking, who will this serial killer strike next? And when will authorities stop him? This guy is getting exactly what he wanted.
Attention.
And it's making him bolder.
So, where do we stand? Sir, it looks like the killer hid in the backseat of Cam's car, waited for him to get in, and then slit his throat.
How did he get in the car? Well, we're not sure, but CSU found plastic fragments inside the door lock.
Might be from a lockpick.
So far, there's no prints or DNA, and all we know for sure is that the killer was right-handed.
And we paid too high a cost for that knowledge.
Detective, bring me some good news before we lose another one.
Yes, sir.
Can't help but think if only I'd figured it out sooner, maybe he'd still be alive.
It wouldn't have mattered.
The game was rigged from the start.
We never had a chance.
The killer just wanted us to think we did.
And now the Netslayer is gonna gain more notoriety and more followers.
He already has.
He's at over half a million so far, adding thousands more by the minute.
Detective Beckett? Two more pictures just came in.
Something different this time.
This one was uploaded first.
Proof of death, I guess you'd call it.
Then he sent this one.
Castle, it's us, before the first crime scene.
"NYPD is on the case.
"Feel safe, New York? You shouldn't.
"I'm not done.
" He's been watching us from the beginning.
This guy has been ahead of us the whole time.
Detective Beckett? A word? And they called me, concerned about your commitment to this case.
Sir, they're taking that photo out of context.
The truth doesn't matter, Kate.
It's a public relations problem now.
The killer just turned you into the poster child for these murders not being solved.
So, what, they wanna take me off the case? I told them no.
I won't let our suspect sabotage this investigation by manipulating the narrative.
So, go home, clear your head, you get back here, and you take his ass down.
This is why I hate social media.
Once something is out there, you have no control.
People can take a private moment and create their own context.
I mean, we weren't even investigating the murder yet and they made us look like we were bad cops.
Or worse, like we didn't care.
Come on, Beckett, it's the Internet.
No one's gonna take that picture seriously.
Look, it's gonna blow over, okay? With millions of items being posted every minute, this is but a blip on the Net continuum.
You know the problem with anonymity? There is no accountability.
It empowers cowards to become bullies.
Just like this guy.
You know what? Most bullies started out as victims themselves.
Maybe this guy's lashing out on the Internet because it was used against him.
He was a victim of cybercrime.
And Bill Garrett was a Cyber cop.
It can't be a coincidence that the killer targeted him.
We've been looking at people Garrett put away When we should have been looking at victims of his cyber cases.
Okay, I'll get a hold of Garrett.
I'll have him look into his old case files.
Our killer's gotta be in there somewhere.
Still, how did he get into Garrett's shop to plant the evidence? Or Cam's car? I'll tell you how.
With a key.
A key that he made.
A 3D printer? Yeah.
Remember the fragments that we found in the lock of Cam's Rolls-Royce? Well, they're PLA.
It's a bioplastic used in 3D printing.
CSU found PLA in the locks at Abby's apartment, as well as Garrett's shop.
How could the killer make a copy of the key without the original? It turns out all you need is a picture.
When Cam bought the Rolls, he bragged about it by posting a photo of the key that anyone could then digitize.
So, just as the killer did, I uploaded the photo to the printer and Voila.
Outstanding.
If by "outstanding" you mean "horrifying.
" The killer snapped a photo of this key and then made a 3D duplicate of it.
Welcome to the future.
Still, I gotta get one of these.
Is there any way of finding out where the killer got his? Well, we're checking.
But between brick-and-mortar and online stores, we got hundreds of vendors.
Well, this explains how he got Cam's key, but not Garrett and Abby's.
Abby never posted photos of her keys.
And she was careful.
It's not like she left them lying around.
Did she ever valet park her car? No.
She didn't even drive it, except to get out of the city.
Any of her friends have keys to her place? No.
She never let anybody crash there? Actually, Abby used to rent out her apartment online through a travel site.
The people who stayed, how'd they get her keys? She'd leave them under a loose brick on her stoop.
So, I've been running the people that rented Abby's apartment.
Why would anyone let complete strangers stay in their place? Extra money.
After this, I don't think I'll be doing it anymore.
So all the renters checked out, except for one guy who booked and never showed up.
This is from an ATM across from Abby's apartment on the day he was supposed to stay there.
Turns out a guy did show up.
Check this out.
He took a picture of her key.
It's the Netslayer.
It's gotta be.
It's too far away, and too low-res to blow up.
But watch this, as he walks away.
There.
And now we have a face.
Okay.
Where are we on finding this man? We're distributing his picture.
So far, none of the victims' families or neighbors recognize him.
Sir, I'd like to release his photo to the press and social media.
Let's turn the tables on this guy.
He's trying to hide it, but someone out there's gonna recognize his face.
You're right.
And that someone is me.
I was going over his case files when the officer showed me his photo.
Who is he? His name is Adam Lane.
You arrested him? He wasn't a criminal when we met.
He was a victim.
And do you have any idea where he is now? I haven't seen or heard from Lane in six years.
Took me a minute to recognize him with that fake beard he's wearing.
Okay.
I'll get ready to release Adam Lane's name and picture to the media.
There's no current address for Lane.
Try to find one.
Reach out to his family and anyone else that knows him.
In the meantime, you need to tell us everything you know about Adam Lane.
Lane was in high school back then.
It was a cyberbullying case.
Who was bullying him? He was taking a shower when this meathead football player, Tim Witherspoon, stole his clothes.
Now, this has happened to Lane his whole life, but this time, he went ballistic.
There he was, buck naked, screaming at Witherspoon in the locker room.
I think I know where the "cyber" part comes in.
Yeah.
Witherspoon secretly recorded it and posted it on his Myspace page.
So he was publicly humiliated.
Yeah, but it wasn't just humiliation.
After the video, the kids turned on him.
They inundated him with these awful, hateful e-mails.
And no one was held accountable.
Why not? 'Cause cyberbullying laws at the time were weak.
I got 'em to take the video down, but I couldn't convince the DA to press charges.
Should've tried harder.
What happened to Lane? Everyone has their breaking point, right? Quit school, withdrew from life.
It ruined him.
And now he's getting revenge by going after the popular kids on social media.
And targeting me because I didn't protect him.
Not just you.
All of us.
Did he have any friends? Was there anywhere he liked to hang out? No, he was a loner, computer geek.
He didn't have any friends.
That's pretty much all I know.
Hey.
Having no luck tracking down Adam Lane.
It's like he went off the grid.
No tax returns, no driver's license, no job.
Except for a stint at a funeral home three years ago.
That must be how he knows about anatomy.
What about his parents? Uh, father wasn't in the picture, mother died about a year ago.
Hey, get this.
I ran down Tim Witherspoon, Lane's bully.
Turns out he's dead.
Unsolved homicide.
He was stabbed in his apartment 10 months ago.
That's right after Lane's mother died.
Maybe it's what triggered him.
So he murdered Witherspoon, took his revenge, but that wasn't enough for him.
Where did Lane and his mom live? Well, the apartment was sold when she died, but they lived on Avenue C at East Fifth.
It's the Lower East Side.
Ever since we released Lane's photo, we've had multiple tips that he'd been seen in that area.
Anti-social kid like Lane who's never made his way in the world is gonna stay with what's familiar.
Lower East Side's the only neighborhood he's ever known.
Who bought his mother's place? An old Russian couple, but the basement has a rental unit.
Who wants to bet Lane's still living there? Adam Lane, you're under arrest for murder.
What's so funny? You'll see.
Beckett.
We got a problem.
What's the problem? We got Adam Lane in custody.
Well, he's got people in custody, too.
It just showed up on the Netslayer feed.
What people? Oren and Kent Wilder from Snappamatic.
They're about to be his next victims.
"Like me or I die.
" It's a popularity contest.
And Kent is losing.
These guys' photos update every five seconds along with their votes.
They're both attached to electrical leads.
Which probably lead to a power supply controlled by a computer.
That countdown started at one hour.
Once it reaches zero Whichever brother has the least votes gets his heart stopped.
Or they both do.
It's the ultimate attack on social media.
And us.
He wants us to feel powerless.
Those guys are gonna die, even though he's in custody.
Not if we get to them first.
In 37 minutes? How are we gonna do that? They're in front of tarps.
There's no background detail.
These guys could be anywhere.
Maybe even in separate places.
Go to the Snappamatic offices.
Maybe they'll help us track down the source of these photos now that Kent and Oren's lives are at stake.
What are you gonna do? I'm gonna make Adam Lane talk.
So, who's ahead? Oren or Kent? Time isn't just running out for them, Adam.
It's running out for you as well.
Your one and only window of opportunity is about to close.
I've got nothing to say.
Look, I'm not gonna lie to you.
You are going to prison.
But if you tell me where Kent and Oren are, then you can still control what kind of prison.
What's the expression? Three hots and a cot? Works for me.
Yeah, well, you're not gonna be saying that if you get sent to the supermax unit.
Where we put our most dangerous and violent inmates.
You'll be on lockdown there Can't be any worse than high school.
Really? And you think that you were bullied? Well, prison is going to take you places that you can't imagine.
Guy like you? Young, teachable? Doesn't matter.
I already have what I want.
And what do you think you have? A legacy.
The Internet is permanent.
The Netslayer will live forever.
I'll be mentioned in the same breath as Manson and the Zodiac.
And if I commit a murder while in police custody, while looking you in the eye, I could argue I did them one better.
And there's nothing you can do to stop me.
Adam, you need help.
You're sick.
Let me get you I'm sick? Nobody had to follow me.
No one has to vote for Kent or Oren.
But they can't help themselves.
They wanna be a part of it.
They have to watch.
So who is really sick? He wasn't always like that.
If I could go back and do it over again You didn't make him this way.
Yeah, but I didn't stop it.
And now I can't stop these two guys from dying.
If anyone can break him, it's Detective Beckett.
And there's still a chance Snappamatic can help us.
How we doin'? Coding's not like flipping a switch.
It takes a little while.
We don't have a while, Evan.
We have 15 minutes to find these guys.
I'm going as fast as I can! Kent was working on a software patch that would disable the program's privacy protocols.
And if we disable the protocols, we can track where these photos are coming from? Yes.
I mean, in theory.
The thing is, we've never done it before.
I don't know if it'll work.
Our canvass didn't turn up a single witness to the abduction.
We're nowhere, bro.
Tell me you got something.
About to find out.
Okay, let's do this.
What happened? System crash.
We're locked out! Well, get it back up.
We got 15 minutes before these guys are dead.
It takes 20 minutes to reboot! What just happened? Whatever they were trying didn't go well.
The site just crashed.
So there's no way to trace those feeds of Oren and Kent? And that timer will just keep counting down until one of them is dead? It's all up to Beckett now.
Adam, just answer one question and it might save your life.
Where are Oren and Kent? Ah! If you cops were capable of doing your jobs, you'd know.
And, looking back, maybe none of this would've ever happened.
Look, a horrible thing was done to you.
But how is killing two more people going to fix that? How is that gonna heal you? It won't.
It will.
Don't you see that I've already won? I'll tell you what.
Admit that I've won and I'll give you a hint.
I'll give you a chance to find Kent or Oren before Fine.
You won.
Now give me the hint.
Changed my mind.
Seven minutes left.
She's gotta make a move.
Shake him up somehow.
She will.
Netslayer.
That's evocative.
I could I could see how you would pick that.
I picture a hooded figure in all black.
Tall, muscular, maybe carrying an ax.
But you know what I don't picture, Adam? What nobody pictures? You.
You think that you've won? You haven't.
Everyone else has.
What do you mean, "Everyone else"? Everyone who ever bullied you, who ever hurt you, belittled you, who thought that you were weak and worthless and small.
And you know what, Adam? They were right.
No, they weren't.
I am not any of those things.
You're all of them and worse.
I am what people made me.
You were born this way.
Or your mommy made you.
But Tim Witherspoon and the rest of the kids at school? They didn't break you.
You were already broken.
They only sensed what you were and what you're about to become.
So, you know what? In a way, their bullying wasn't enough.
How can you say that to me? I'm the victim here.
And you're always gonna be a victim.
You think that hiding behind a username and killing is going to change that? That won't get you respect.
You're always gonna be the same pathetic loser that you always were! I am not a loser! And when you abducted Kent and Oren, I bet the two of them looked at each other and thought, "Are we being punked here?" Believe me, they didn't.
They think it's a joke.
They're afraid.
They're terrified by They're sharing a laugh right now about you.
They are not laughing! She just got him to say that they're together.
They're laughing.
They're laughing right now.
Well, not for long.
That clock will hit zero, and their screams will echo off the tiled walls as they take in their last breath of stale air.
And then? They'll both fry! Tiled walls and stale air? That was how he talked about the locker room at his school.
Where Witherspoon put him on video.
He's bringing this thing full circle.
What was the name of that high school? Harding High.
But they moved to a new campus.
The original building is shut down.
Beckett! Javi, the wires! You okay? Oh.
You okay? I just wanted to say thanks for letting me pitch in.
Are you kidding me? We couldn't have done this without you.
Yeah, Oren and Kent are alive because of your help.
Well, it's always good to get a win.
Well, see you around.
See you around.
See ya.
You know, there used to be some finality to all of this.
You take a photo, dump it in the box, and you never see that face again.
Not anymore.
Adam Lane is gonna be on the news every night.
Be on the Web for weeks, months.
Jeez, years.
Ironic that by catching him, we're giving him exactly what he wanted.
More followers.
Well, after this case, I think I'm ready to unplug, stay off the Internet for a while.
Yes, but before you do, we have one last piece of Internet business.
Come in, you guys.
Come in, right this way, right this way.
Okay! After you.
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It'll blow over.
This is but a blip on the Net continuum.
Yeah.
But we so need to watch this one again.
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