(percussive beat plays)
(beat continues)
(funky bass line kicks in)
(keyboard riff)
(synthesizer chords)
(complete mix burstsfrom speakers)
(laughing)
GIRL:You go, girl!
(French accent):Damn... straight.
Sayonara.
(track continueson computer speakers)
Hello.
Hello, yourself.
(sheepish chuckle)
Uh... Okay, uh...
(clears throat)
Uh...
I dig your tunes.
And I like your moves.
(giggles)
Thanks.
They're both my own.
(to self):That's a good thing.
Oh, wow.
(clears throat)
(music stops)
Hmm.
Thank you.o.
Yeah.
(elevator bell dings)
(murmurs):Okay...
(clears throat)
(computer beeps,music resumes)
(clears throat)
(music stops)
(music resumes)
Where'd you go?
Nowhere. I am right here.
Hi. (chuckles)
Your eyes are kind.
Are they tellingthe truth?
I, uh... I hope so. Uh...
I'm Adam.
What's your name?
Nice to meet you, Adam.
(imitating accent): A... Adam?
But if I toldyou my name,
I'm afraid I'dhave to kill you--
What the hell?ming)
Come on...
(grunting)
(muffROSS:No!aming)
No...
No!
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♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
Mac!
Come on, man.
(loud beeping)
(ringing)
Pick up, pick...
Pick up, pick up.
Taylor.
ROSS:Mac!
You gotta come back to the lab.
What? Why?
Because-- because I think Ijust saw a woman get murdered.
I was on Lookinatchu.com.
And they open up a livetext and video feed
between two computers at random.
I'm more interested in whatyou think you saw, now.
Okay. Um.
Well, the-- the attackerhad a, had a mask
and I'm pretty sureit was male, um,
medium build, darkclothing, had gloves.
And he used some type of, uh,
a thin cordto choke the victim with.
Did you run an image capture?
I tried, and, um...
But by the timeI hit "record," the...
the poor girl's life justcame crashing straight down.
DANVILLE:Tyler, you're 18 years old.
You're perfectly capableof putting Elliott to bed.
Then use duct tape.
There's pizza in the fridge,and I'll call you later.
Love you.
What is itwith you boys?
Snips and snailsand puppy dog tails?
Thanks for coming back in.
I caught Hawkes on hisway out. He's coming up.
You get ahold ofanybody at the website?
I did. The Lookinatchu repI spoke to in Stockholm
said the site'sa global platform,
so its users arebasically everywhere.
But the video transmissiononly exists between
the two computersuntil someone gets nexted.
Nexted?
Yeah, uh, well, if you,if you don't like someone,
you just hit the return key and,
well, it's calledgetting nexted.
Couldn't they track or recorda chat from its servers?
Unfortunately, no.
They basically give twostrangers electronic room keys
and leave the rest up to them.
So if you actually sawa woman being killed,
we have no onlineevidence of it whatsoever.
No. Not to mention the fact thatdepending on where it happened,
it may not even bein our jurisdiction.
Are you absolutely sure,Adam, it was murder?
While I was at the FBI, we sawhundreds of fake snuff films
and Internethoaxes every year.
Staged suicides,bogus kidnappings--
it can be very convincing.
You're certain whatyou saw was real?
(heavy sigh)
I saw a man in black walk upbehind a beautiful woman
and choke the liferight out of her.
I've never seen anyoneget murdered before.
Until tonight.
TAYLOR:All right, then.
We got FLACK:No kidding.for us.
We don't know who our killer is.We don't know who our victim is.
And our crime scene couldbe anywhere in the world.
Okay, I'm locked and loaded
on a dozen different databases.
Google to Interpol, Lexus Nexus,and every Bing in-between.
All you gotta do isstart talking, Adam.
That's just it.
I feel like I'veforgotten everything,
like I-I can't rememberany of the details.
Well, that's not uncommon, whenthe brain experiences traum.
Sometimes it locks up.
But not to worry, cause I alwayscarry a spare set of keys.
Tell me aboutyour first kiss.
My what?
How old were you?What was her name?
Um. Okay, uh... (sighs)
It was in the fifth grade.
Her name was Julie, and shelived across the street from me.
I won her a... a stuffed bluedog at the county fair,
and that's when shegave me the kiss.
What'd she look like?
Long, dark hair...
brown, twinkley eyes.Troublemaker smile.
What about the girlyou saw this evening?
Beautiful brunette,leafy green eyes,
light olive skin...
Early 20s, maybe?
Impressive.
Well, new memories are usuallystored in the hippocampu,
and then transferred tothe brain's frontal lobes
for long-term storage,
but when a person's memoryexperiences traumatic collapse,
sometimes you gotta digfrom the other side,using memory triggers
potent emotions from the past,
to unlock memoriesin the present.
She also had an accent, uh,
it was like a,a French accent, I think.
Olive skin saysMoorish ancestry,
maybe from thesouth of France--
Marseille, Cote d'Azur.
Yeah. Okay.
Morocco, maybe?
HAWKES:Come on, do you remember
anything else abouther place? Anything.
Not really.
Where were you standing whenJulie gave you that kiss?
Uh... in her front yard.
She had this awesome lawnthat we used to roll down, um,
in our bathing suits.
What did you see near the vic?
I saw...
a white, curvy shape.
Uh, it was a...
It was a cloud.It, uh... a cloud.
It had the number 58 in it.
It was in the corner of a flat-panel TV screen,
but I couldn't seethe whole screen.
DANVILLE: TV newsand weather reports
usually put currentlocal temps in the corner.
Cross-reference a58-degree temperature
with the approximate timeof 6:35, 6:40 Eastern.
All right.
Okay. Six differentmajor cities in the world
reported a 58-degreetemperature at that time.
Yeah, but wait a minute.It was only 2:35 in the morning
in Moscow, 3:35 inPortland and Vancouver,
and at 12:35 a.m. it rulesout Paris and Johannesburg.
But look at that.
New York was theonly city at that temp
running the local news.
She's in Manhattan.
No!
ROSS: I also saw another woman's face outside her window.
It was a stone face,and it had, uh...
oval eyes, andthese big steel
rays coming out of somekind of headdress.
Search...
Female anthropomorphicarchitectural design...
Headdress, stone...
That's it.
Okay.
We've got a location.
It's a sculpturalrelief on an old
Midtown building from the '30s.
She appears on all four sidesof the tower.
But look at this.
There's only one adjacentstructure tall enough
to see her from the window.
FLACK:We're clear.
That's her.
♪ ♪
(garbled police radiotransmission)
Adam, you all right?
I've been better.
You want to talk about it?
What's there to say?
He strangled her, she died--end of transmission.
I'm gonna wait in the car.
Our vic's nameis Sass Dumonde.
She's 20 years old.
She moved here from Parison a music scholarship
to Chelsea.
Everything about herclothes, hair,
apartment decor, speaksof an open, free spirit.
Which could mean she might nothave made the smartest choics
about who she spenther time with.
SNo roommate.e?
According tothe landlord
she was a model tenant.He never had a problem with her.
Well, somebodycertainly did.
Yeah?
You're being ridiculous.
You deal withdeath every day.
This case is no different.Man up.
Are you kidding me?
Jo, I saw this girl alive.
She's not just another dead bodyon the slab to me.
Oh, no, did you just do thatso I'd spill my guts?
Oh, damn it.
Sorry, Adam.
You can't keep yourfeelings bottled up.
Contents may explodeunder pressure.
Okay, look, you said somethingto Mac a few minutes ago
that justWhat's that?k with me.
You used the words"end of transmission."
Do you Oh, I guess. nexted?
Yeah, there was a few secondsafter the computer fell
and then the chatwas terminated.
So someone else out there couldhave seen what happened next.
Looks like strangulation.
Ligature marksare consistent
with Adam's descriptionof a fine cord.
It doesn't look likeone of these, though.
Cord's too thick.
These iPads died a horribledeath, too.
Got a few smudge prints.
Can't say for sure
without further analysis,but, uh,
their size seems to be a bitmasculine for her fingers.
Wait a minute.
Our murder weapon isn't the onlything that's missing.
What do you mean?
Well, don't you need a computerto chat on Lookinatchu?
Didn't Adam sayshe was on a laptop?
Yeah, you're right.
Perp must havetaken it with him.
Well, if he did,
he came in and outlike he owned the place.
There's no obvious signsof B & E.
This is an old building.Lucy can pick that lock.
Or maybe our perp had a key.
Whatever happened,
Sass Dumonde was listeningto her music.
♪ ♪
She probably had it up too loud.
Before she knew what was happening...
he strangled her.
This doesn't feel likejust a murder.
No.
Whoever killed this womandefinitely wanted more.
Hey, Mac.
How did we get fromeight-track tapes
and shoe-sizedrotary phones to this?
Einstein said,
"Innovation is not theproduct of logical thought."
Yeah, well, that's
all fun and gigabytes untilsomebody gets killed.
Adam was nexted immediatelyafter the attack.
So, in hopes offinding someone
who saw what happenedafterwards,
I got our Swedish friendsat Lookinatchu
to allow multiple postingsof Sass Dumonde's photo.
Ah, good.
Every two connectionsto the How oftensite. it run?
Worldwide, that's approximately150,000 users an hour
nexting an averageof every 90 seconds.
Well, let's hope that one ofthem actually saw something
after Adam got nexted, and iswilling to tell us about it.
Well, like my daddy used to say,"If you want the fruit,
sometimes you got to goout on a limb."
♪ You, you saw right through ♪
♪ That's, that's when I knew ♪
♪ That I, I wanted you ♪
♪ But you,you called out too soon ♪
♪ You, you saw right through ♪
♪ You, you sawright through ♪
♪ I was happy to knowyou, baby ♪
♪ Won't you ask me what youwant, please, baby? ♪
♪ How can I sleep? ♪
♪ Always gave you chances,chances ♪
♪ You gave me answers, answers ♪
♪ I gave you chances, chances ♪
♪ You gave me answers,answers... ♪
I've been trying to locateour missing laptop.
There was only one computerAdam was connected to
when Sass Dumonde was killed.
It has to be hers.
Then ping it and findthe current location.
That's what we've beentrying to do.
But its IP address is partof a corporate pool,
so it changes every time
the user logs on froma different location.
Then find out who owns the pool.
We did.
It belongs to a private server
at Dragga Financial.
The big Wall Streetinvestment firm.
HAWKES: Yeah, with5,000 employees.
Only Sass wasn'tone of them.
Then the computer might notbe hers tRight.n with.
So even with the company'suser logs,
finding a constantlychanging address
is like finding a needlein a stack of needles.
There's got to be another way.
There is.
Every computer accessesthe Internet
through a seriesof virtual ports, all right?
I could dig into
Dragga Financial's networkand find a computer
with a matching portand seize it with a virus.
Right? Then I'd be able toremotely control everything
on Sass's laptop from herkeyboard to her camera.
Well, it's the only way
we can look this perp in the eyewithout him knowing.
We could find outexactly where he is.
Illegally,and we couldn't use it.
Mac, look, I saw this girlget murdered.
The answer is no, Adam.
Just because youwere a witness
to a crime doesn't mean we needto start committing them.
MESSER: ProfessorWilliam Aldicott?
Yes.
NYPD.
Do you own a pair ofYoneshiga C-5 headphones?
Well, I did,but they were stolen.
Why, did you find them?
Well, we foundbiocellulose residue
left behind by one oftheir broken diaphragms.
Yeah, thatand a splintered fragment
of the rare wood usedto make them.
And don't forgetthe serial number.
That's what broughtus to you.
Those things are rare.
And expensive.
What were they, six grand
That's big money
for a faculty salary, huh?
Wait, I'm confused.You-You didn't find them?
No.
You know what wedid find, though?
We did findSass Dumonde's dead body.
According tothe university
she was in your classlast semester.
We found her strangled to deathwith your fancy headphones.
(whistles)
That's pretty harsh.
I mean, I failed calculus,
but my teacher didn't kill me.
Wait a minute.You got this all wrong.
See, I'm the victim here.
Ms. Dumonde tookm?
my composition class,and she turned in
this fluffy piece of pop
for her final,then had the audacity
to claim that I stole the melodyfor my own doctoral thesi.
I did not.?
But I should have filedmy own complaint
after she siccedher boyfriend on me.
Stop! That hurts!
Good. Now you knowhow my girl feels.
(groans)
So why didn't youfile a complaint?
I'm this closeto getting tenure.
I don't needany more trouble.
Well, it's a little latefor that, Professor.
MONROE:You know anything elseabout her boyfriend?
Did you get a good lookat him?
How about a name?Give us a name.
I was too busy kissing the keysfor a formal introduction.
Detectives, I'm nofan of Sass Dumonde's,
but I wouldn't have killed her.
For anything.
Not even a song?
♪ ♪
(computer trilling)
♪ ♪
(computer trilling)
(sighs)
Hi.
Aren't you a little youngto be on a site like this?
I don't know.
Hey, do you know whatmakes fireflies glow?
It's a chemical reactionbetween luciferin, oxygen
and molecular adenosinetriphosphate.
Huh?
Uh, they have these specialcells in their tails
called photocytesthat produce light.
Well, is it controlled bytheir nervous system?
It is.
Then can you tell methe difference
between a larva and a pupa?
No, no, no, no, no. You, uh,you do your own homework
and turn this thing off.
You must not have kids.
(chuckles)
Somebody besides the vic
definitely left a few partialson the iPads.
I'm running a print assemblyalgorithm now.
Meanwhile, I discoveredall three iPads are registered
to different users,and each had a theft complaint
So they were stolen, too.
We got a hiton Lookinatchu.
There's a father
in Michigan,he installed a network logger
on hisSo he could keep tabs
on all the sites she vRight.
Yeah, it gets better.
It turns outhis daughter wason Lookinatchu
at the time of the murder.
He saw our post.He sent us this video capture.
We're looking into the eyesof our killer.
So the perp isdefinitely male.
Brown eyes,dark lashes,
tan skin,from what we can see.
It's hard to tellmuch more than that.
Might be worth trying to run itthrough digital enhancement?
Give it a shot.See what you get.
Maybe it'll turn outto be this guy.
Those partial prints you ranwere a match in AFIS
to some lowlifenamed Torrey Powell.
He's got multiple priorsfor assault
and portable electronics theft.
I didn't kill Sass.
Oh, no? 'Causewe found a key
to Sass Dumonde's apartmenton your keychain...
your fingerprintson three stolen iPadsthat were in her possessio.
And we know that you tookher professor's headphones.
So?
Those headphones were usedto strangle her.
See howit all kinda works together?
I'm innocent.
With priors for theftand assault?
I don't think so.
How long were youand Sass dating?
Few months, maybe.I haven't seen her in a while.
Really? 'Cause we found
fresh prints that belongedto you on her iPads.
Stolen iPads.
DANVILLE:When was the last timeyou saw her, Torrey?
I stopped by her place last weekfor a little action.
And?
She turned me down.
Is that when you gaveher the stolen laptop?
I always came bearing gifts.
But once she sent me packing...
She was dead to you.
That it?
I didn't kill her, man.
(sighs) Where'd you getthe computer?
Some rich toolleft it in the frontseat of his car.
What kind of car?
I didn't notice.
That's funny, because you know
what I've noticed?
You swallow a lot.I mean a lot a lot.
I don't mean to make youfeel self-conscious.
It's a common OCDanxiety disorder.
And I would recommendexercise or some kind
of organized sports to keep yourmind focused on something else.
But since those really aren'tan option now,
you're kinda screwed.
Unless...
Unless what?
Well, the sympathetic nervoussystem is
responsible for your body's
reaction to stress,and right now,
there's no question you're undera great deal of that.
So you're gonna need
to really figure out howto alleviate that somehow.
How about by telling usthe truth, Torrey?
It's a matter of yourpersonal safety.
What the hell
kinda mind games areyou playing, lady?
Listen, I'm just saying
you can remain uncooperative
or you can try to lieand then perjure yourself.
But the whole time, you're justgonna keep on swallowing
and swallowing
and swallowing and swallowing,
sAll right!
I boosted it from a Beemer,
silver sedan.
Now you got me thirsty.
So what do you think?Do you like this guyas a suspect?
Given what littledescription we haveon our perp,
he does look similar.
But I'd still like youto pull all the burglary reports
matching the BMWthat he told us about.
You thinking it might belong tosomeone at Dragga Financial?
If it does, and we can find thelaptop that was stolen from it,
it might just give usthe one thing we're missing.
What's that?
Motive.
♪ ♪
♪ This is a demonstration... ♪
♪ ♪
How's it looking?
Believe it or not,
I think this computer may havejust unmasked our man.
Similar facial structureto the professor,
but wrong skin color.
And the hair may becloser to the boyfriend,
but the brow andcheekbones are off.
So the more we see,the less we know.
Damn it.Who is this guy?
MAN:Hello, my dear.
Oh, my.
(couple moaning)
Whoa.
Oh! (chuckles)
Evening, ma'am.
Oh, hi.
Where are you tonight?
Second Marine Division,uh, Bagram, Afghanistan.
You're a long wayfrom home.
Just feel like chatting?
I only got a fewmore hours of leave.
My wife and kids are alreadyasleep back in Alabama.
Roll Tide.
Where are you?
New York City.
Wow.Yeah.ly?
I've never been there.
Always wanted to, though.
Come on.
(chuckles)
How's that look to ya?
Wow. That's a whole lot betterthan sand.
My name's Adam.
Nice to meet you, Adam.
(imitating accent): A... Adam?
Wow.
(typing)
What are youdoing, Adam?
You know, peeking inthe window
may not be burglary,but you can
still get bustedfor intent.
Yeah, you don't understand.
Which part?
Breeching the firewallat Dragga Financial?
Remotely accessinga company's computer?
I got in.
I know that. You knowhow I know that?
Because I gota courtesy call
from an old friendof mine at the FBI.
Turns out the Fedshave been investigatingDragga Financial
for all sorts of shenanigans.
In fact, they were kind enough
to share their files with me,pretty much all of it.
But they weren'ttoo keen on seeing
an NYPD computerdigging around intheir sandbox.
Okay, that's great.
But I know why you're here.I've heard about your rep.
So what, are you gonna blowthe whistle on me now, too?
You don't want to go there.
Me leaving the Bureau
to come here was aboutconviction and evidence
and doing my job.
Okay.
I'm sorry.
That w... that wasn't fair.
Okay? It just...
I shared the final momentsof Sass Dumonde's life.
I-I... I heard her music.
I... I saw her joy.
I-I...
maybe evenfell in love a little.
And then, three minutes later,it was...
it was just over.
When you cross pathswith people like that,
it's hard not to stopin your tracks.
But believe mewhen I tell you--
none of what you're doing nowwill bring her back.
It will only bring you down.
What do I do now, though?
Go home.
Go to bed.
Come back in the morningready to do what's right.
(sighs)
Okay.
Grand larceny reportwas filed back in June.
A silver BMW registeredto Christopher Garcia.
Boosted it from a Beemer.
Silver sedan.
Claimed he lost a bagand some personal items.
No mention ofthe computer?
No, but he also happensto be an I.T. manager
with four years under his beltat Dragga Financial.
Then he'd have allthe expertise necessary
for tracking a stolencomputer down.
Check outhis company snapshot.
He's got an officedown on Wall Street.
Supervisor sayshe usually works late.
Then, by all means,let's pay him a visit.
There you go.
Don.
(gagging)
If Adam saw him, he saw Adam.
(keypad beeping)
(phone ringing)
Oh, no.
Really? She's already told him?
(sighs)
Mac, look, I am so sorry.
Where are you now, Adam?
I'm just on the rooftop,
uh, heading to my car.
(tires squealing)
Adam!
(siren whooping)
(screaming)
DISPATCHER: All available units, all available units,
please respond to a 10-13 in progress.
Upper level, New York Crime Lab parking garage.
(clattering)
(grunting)
(siren whooping)
(tires squealing)
(gunfire)
(gun fires)
(grunting)
OFFICER:Don't move!
(sirens blaring)
Mr. Garcia, you have theright to remain silent.
Nice chatting with you.
You have the right tospeak to an attorney.If you cannot afford
an attorney, onewill be provided...
So, Garcia was on the take?
According to the Feds,he stole the software
to Dragga Financial'sonline trading system
and was brokering a saleto some contacts in Caracas.
But he had it allon his laptop.
So, when it got stolen,he panicked.
Finally managedto hunt it down
in Sass Dumonde's apartmentand took it back.
Along with her life.
(Sass's track playing)
♪ ♪
What are you listening to?
Sass Dumonde.
This is that trackthat the professor
and Adam were talking about.
I downloaded itfrom her Web site.
It's pretty catchy,don't you think?
It's not bad.
She definitelyhad some talent.
Yeah, not to mention technology.
Think about it.
A few of these and a laptop,
and she's able to write,record her own music,
post it onlinefor millions of people to hear,
and then text and video-chatwith God knows how many more.
Well, that's great,
but how long beforemore is too much?
(laughing):I don't know, but...
you know, we already openedthe 21st century, Danny.
I think it's too lateto send it back.
Yeah, well, you'reprobably right about that,
but just to beclear, though,
Lucy is never goingnear a computer, okay?
Just, ever.
Okay.
But she does have, uh,a laptop lab at her preschool,
and she can use my iPhonebetter than I can.
(mutters):Damn it.
Ah, there goes the digital...
(Taylor speaking indistinctly)
You think you're irreplaceablehere in this lab?!
Why would you defy...
You're on threedays suspension.
(Ross sighs)
(music plays over ear buds)
All right. Whoa.
Look who it is.
It's Obi-WannabeKenobi.
(imitating buzzing lightsabers)
HAWKES:Ooh, you gotto be hurting
a little bittoday, huh, man?
I got a, uh, you know,three-day suspension.
It's pretty painful.
MESSER:Ah, come on.
Hacking after Mactold you not to?
You're lucky he didn't suspendyou from the flagpole out front.
HAWKES:Yeah, you go home,
lick your wounds, uh, catch upon your soaps. You'll be fine.
Yeah, you'll be backkicking Jedi ass
before the end of the week.
(imitating buzzing lightsabers)
(chuckles)
I can't hear you.
(grunts)
(computer beeps)
You got to bekidding me.
What are theodds, right?
Hey, I was just doingsome final research
before weclose the case.
Some serious scientificanalysis, I'm sure.
Of course.
Oh, since I've got you--
I sent all the filesfrom Garcia's laptop
to the Bureau.
They were extremelyappreciative.
Said it wouldprobably drive
the final nailinto Dragga's coffin.
Well, it nearly droveit into Adam's.
Bet that conversationwasn't fun.
He defied a direct order.
It had to be done.
Bet he was wishing you hada "next" button in your office.
As a matter of fact, I do,
and it's right here.
You wouldn't.
I might.
Not if I nextyou first.
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