[industrial music playing]
♪ ♪
- ♪ There is no right and wrong ♪
♪ All you have is fear ♪
♪ And your own cold calculations ♪
- In or out, pal?
♪ ♪
- Hey, Aisha? Remember me?
- [gasping]
Ew, what is that?
[screaming]
- You reap what you sow.
[machine whooshing]
[laid-back jazz music playing]
♪ ♪
- I mean, I prefer mine as a liquid.
- [chuckles] Yeah, it's a lot, isn't it?
- [chuckling] Yeah. - [chuckles]
Well, you know how sometimes
people have nightmares about showing up to work naked?
- That's not a thing.
- Oh, it's a thing.
Except with me, I show up to the dispatch center
and I just can't.
- Can't what?
- I can't answer calls quick enough,
I can't mobilize the right responses,
and people suffer for it.
- Hence the sugar rush.
- Mm.
No such thing as easing into the day.
- I hear you.
- So look, I wanted to do this in person.
I mean, Lord knows
I have enough serious conversations on the phone.
It's just, the whole time you were undercover, I was worried.
I didn't know who to call or if you were okay.
- I-I was okay.
- Right. But, see, I didn't know that.
[pensive music]
Look, all I'm saying is that
I am working without a net here, okay?
I mean, you went dark for three weeks.
And...
I don't know, it was tough for me.
[phone buzzing] - I hear you.
I've gotta take this.
I promise we'll finish this conversation.
Hello?
[indistinct radio chatter]
[car doors shut]
- Well, he works for 911 Dispatch.
Didn't he understand the risk?
- He struggles with the undercover part.
Well, this job is a big part of who I am.
Gemma all right with it? - I guess so.
- Hey, Scola.
- Hey. - What do we got?
- Every time I think people can't get any crueler,
some psycho tells me to hold their beer.
Our victim's name's Aisha Malik,
25-year-old Pakistani American.
Rents a studio apartment upstairs.
Stepped off the B48 bus, attacker followed her,
doused her in some sort of gel petrochemical.
- Like napalm?
- Pretty much.
Set her on fire, watched her burn.
- How'd he get his hands on napalm?
- Well, ERT thinks it was homemade.
But either way, a chemical attack means this one's ours.
- Are there any witnesses?
- A couple rushed over,
tried to douse out the flames with water.
Just made the chemical fire worse.
- Did they describe the attacker?
- Yeah, average height, build. Black coat, ski mask.
Said, "You reap what you sow."
One of the witnesses overheard him tell her that
while he watched her burn,
so whoever he is, he had it out for her.
- That security cam should fill in the blanks.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Okay, pause it there.
So our--our masked assailant,
who I'm gonna go out on a limb and call a coward,
followed his victim, Aisha Malik, home
and burnt her alive.
So did anyone see anything in the footage
that can help us ID him?
- Messenger bag.
It's available at any big box store.
Same for the mason jar used to transport the napalm.
- And no luck with adjacent security cameras
tracking his escape, seeing where he slithered off to?
- Uh, one block south, he goes into Fort Greene Park,
where he disappears into the crowd.
- Come on, guys. It's not good enough.
Aisha was brutally targeted.
We owe it to her family to bring this attacker to justice.
- You see something?
- Ian, can you scrub back a bit?
Do you have audio? I wanna hear what he says.
The way she turns back to her attacker.
- Audio is loading now.
- Hey, Aisha? Remember me?
- Like she knows him,
but they're not necessarily friends.
- You can hear it in his voice. He's hoping she remembers him.
- So new angle:
Aisha Malik's attacker may have been known to her.
He knew her schedule, he waited for her at her bus,
so let's work our way back from the victim.
What do we know about Aisha?
- She is the daughter of Pakistani immigrants.
I scoured her text messages. Nothing popped out.
- Uh, her socials are more telling.
These are from last year.
And these are from the last three months.
- Hmm.
A young woman exploring her newfound independence.
Doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that.
- No, not at all.
In fact, her follower count ballooned.
But the, uh, rebrand
seems to have upset her Muslim followers.
Some have even made threats.
- So we're thinking she could have been targeted
for her progressive shift,
like some kind of honor killing.
- It would explain why her attacker used
the words "reap what you sow."
- Just to say it,
honor killings are not an Islamic thing.
And they barely happen in the U.S.
- He's right. They are rare in the U.S.
But they do happen in Pakistan.
And Aisha's brother, Ahmed,
is on the Interpol terror watch list.
He traveled to Pakistan last year.
They fear he was radicalized over there.
- Okay, where--where is he now?
- LKA is a home in Queens
belonging to Shariq Malik, his father.
- I was afraid when she said she was moving out.
[sniffles] It's my fault.
- Jaanu, no.
- Mr. and Mrs. Malik,
it's likely that Aisha's attack wasn't at random.
- We noticed that she stopped wearing her hijab
in photos she posted on social media
that may have offended some people.
- You think another Muslim did this?
What Muslims in this country will light a girl on fire
for dressing as other Americans do?
[somber music]
- You said your son wasn't home.
When are you expecting him?
I'm afraid he's a person of interest in this case.
- We've already lost one child today.
Now you want to take away another?
- We just need to ask him some questions.
He is on a watchlist.
- That was a misunderstanding.
Ahmed was in Pakistan for a wedding.
- And he was on video carrying an AK-47.
- And he punched an Interpol agent in the face
who was questioning him.
- In self-defense.
Which is why they let him go.
You think you know my son
because of what's on your computer.
But he would never harm his sister.
- Mrs. Malik, do you have something to say?
- They have been fighting.
Two days ago, I heard shouting.
Aisha wouldn't say what it was about, but she was upset.
He broke the screen of her phone.
- We do have a warrant to search his room.
- He stays out back in the garage.
It should be open.
- See those family photos? Not one person was smiling.
- Yeah, I grew up around
conservative families like that.
The kids just speak formally at home
so they don't rock the boat.
- Hmm. Zidans like that?
- No, we shouted it out. [sighs]
- Ahmed Malik, FBI!
I'll flank him. - Yeah.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
[tires screech]
[handcuffs clicking]
- I didn't do anything!
- Then why'd you run?
- I'm a bearded Muslim
with "Pakistan" stamped on my passport.
FBI comes knocking, it ain't to be nice.
- Where were you this morning?
- Volunteering at the mosque.
Not that a munafiq like him would understand.
- What's that mean? - A hypocrite.
What, because I'm in the FBI, it makes me less Muslim?
Is that why you killed your sister?
She wasn't Muslim enough?
- W-what--what are you saying?
Where's Aisha? What happened to my sister?
- She was murdered this morning.
- What?
[tense music]
- Your mother said that you had a confrontation recently.
- What? And you think I would--
I would do this to her, to my baby sister?
- "You reap what you sow."
- I--I don't know what that means.
- We believe that the person who killed your sister
disapproved of her lifestyle.
You're at the mosque all day.
She's modern.
You're fighting.
- Yeah, we--we-- we fought, but...
I was looking out for her.
Look.
My--my friend matched with Aisha on some dating app.
He showed me her profile. Bikini pics, alcohol.
I'm not stupid.
I know what kind of guy that attracts.
I had to rip the phone out of her hand
to delete the damn thing.
Look, my sister is a good kid.
And I love her.
And if she got mixed up with someone, it's on that app.
- Yeah, thanks for showing me.
All right, so what do we know about this dating app
Aisha was supposedly on?
- It's called SCORCH.
Depending on who you ask,
it's either famous or infamous for its gimmick.
- Which is?
- Women rate the men they've dated
based on categories like hygiene, respect level, rizz.
- Yeah, lower your rating,
less likely you are to get matches in the future.
- All right, but the app was not on Aisha's phone, right?
- Because her brother was telling the truth.
He did delete the app off of her phone two days ago.
Had to reinstall it to see this.
- Yeah, she had over two dozen matches in her DMs.
But Aisha's exchanges with this guy paint a dark picture.
- "Hello, beautiful.
"You're so easy to talk to.
I love the way your mind works."
Seems like a nice enough guy.
He's a little overconfident, but nice enough.
- Yeah, it looked like Aisha felt the same.
She seemed to enjoy the attention.
Then she stops responding
because her brother deleted the app
and Patrick's tone changes.
- Okay.
"You think you can ghost me?
"You're just another shallow bitch
who's gonna get what's coming to her."
Tell me you got a name for our jaded suitor.
- Yeah. Facial rec ID'd him as Patrick Hammond, 36,
manager of a high-end gym in SoHo called Warm Up.
- Okay, ping him, bring him in.
- I already tried. Phone's off.
- Wait a sec.
I flagged the credit card that he used
to purchase his SCORCH subscription.
It's prepaid.
And it just booked a suite at the Filmore.
- Get our team down there right now.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- FBI. Special Agent Bell. This is Special Agent Zidan.
What's going on?
- Fire reported on the seventh floor.
- Suite 717? - How'd you know?
- It's linked to an active investigation.
When was it called in? - 20 minutes ago.
Luckily, it was localized in the room.
My guys were able to put it out.
- Thank you.
[suspenseful music]
FBI.
- She was in the room doused with some kind of accelerant.
- She gonna pull through?
- Fourth-degree burns
and severe smoke inhalation injuries.
- How much you wanna bet it was napalm?
- All right, have NYPD clear the building
in case the suspect's still in there.
I'm gonna call the JOC,
tell them this guy's on a spree.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
- Listen up.
I am briefing the director in ten minutes
on today's chemical attacks,
so I have exactly five for you to catch me up to speed.
- All right, that's your cue, people.
Who wants a gold star? Elise?
- Uh, suspect reached the hotel's seventh floor at 11:21,
then knocked on suite 717.
When our second victim answered...
- We know what happened next.
And what does the evidence show us?
- ERT confirmed the same homemade napalm
was used in the hotel and the Aisha Malik attack.
- So the weapons were the same. What about the MO?
- The second victim, Brenda Clark,
just passed away on the way to Langone.
- Oh, hey, hey.
Ran a semantic smart search of her phone,
found mention of the Filmore in her SCORCH DMs,
where she was messaging with--
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, Patrick Hammond.
Same dating app, same profile.
What was Hammond up to?
- Well, looks like
he earned Brenda's trust over the last few weeks.
DMs got hot and heavy.
Then he invited her to the hotel.
Said to check in, meet her in suite 717.
- He--he didn't invite her to the hotel.
He lured her there and you can be damn sure
he would have done the same to Aisha
if her brother had not deleted the SCORCH app from her phone.
- Right. So Hammond switched up his MO, tracked Aisha down,
and then attacked her outside of her home.
- Issue a BOLO.
If there is a rock in the city that Hammond could crawl under,
I want a uniform checking under it.
- You might wanna hold off on that.
- What? DHS got something?
- Yeah, seems Patrick Hammond
just passed through TSA at LaGuardia.
One-way ticket to Seoul.
- He's fleeing.
- Port Authority, do not let him get on that plane!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- This is crazy.
I don't know either of these women
and I'm not on any dating apps.
- Okay.
Then what's that?
- I've never seen that before.
And this guy's dating women. I don't--[sighs]
Even bat for that team.
- Well, you sent a message to Brenda Clark
saying that you couldn't wait to look into her eyes.
- Are you people listening?
Yes, that is my picture,
but I didn't have anything to do with these murders.
- What's up?
- Hey, uh, so I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
but I think our suspect may be telling the truth.
You know how the attacker used the same prepaid credit card
to pay for SCORCH and book the hotel?
Kelly reached out to the store that sold the card,
and they just sent us a security cam image
of the purchase.
Angle's not great for facial rec,
but one thing is clear.
- We got the wrong guy.
- So our killer is using Patrick's photo
to catfish women on SCORCH.
- Okay. Well, let's show this to him.
Maybe he can shed some light.
- Yeah, it's worth a try.
- That's Austin.
- You know him?
- I mean, we're not friends.
He worked at my gym until a few months ago.
- Okay, well, he's obviously using your name and your face
to catfish women online for a reason.
- Because I'm attractive.
If--if he wanted to do this to women,
I bet I'm the bait that he would need.
- He could have picked any good-looking photo.
You said Austin worked at the gym.
What happened? - I fired him.
He was always creeping on the female members,
hitting on them, so I reprimanded him.
The guy went nuts.
He started screaming in my face,
called me a "white knight," even took a swing at me.
I didn't have a choice.
- What's his address?
[tense music]
♪ ♪
OA?
The stuff for the napalm.
[camera shutter clicking]
- Maggie.
It looks like our guy shaved his head.
[laptop chimes]
And he knows that we're here.
- What? - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
He's erasing this remotely. I can't stop it.
- Hold on, hold on. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
What?
- He can't erase it if it's not running.
- Maggie's solution was unconventional but effective.
- So you were able to salvage the data from Austin's laptop?
- Some of it, and it is not pretty.
Browsing history paints the picture
of an isolated and angry male.
Lots of violent pornography
plus how to make napalm, chemical weapons.
Then there's this.
He was an active poster on BLKPILL.
- BLKPILL? I--I can't say I know this one.
- It's a messaging board for incels,
involuntary celibates.
- Young men who believe they're unable to attract women.
- There are different kinds,
but black-pilled incels are especially hostile to women
because they consider themselves
to be victims of genetics.
Now, it seems that Austin tried to use SCORCH last year.
But after a few bad dates, his match rating dropped.
That's when he deleted the dating app
and he started hate-posting against women.
- So Austin's online anger escalated
to real-world violence.
Women reject him on the app, he starts killing in real life.
- He created the catfish account
using Patrick Hammond's photo, then he astroturfed his rating
using fake female profiles, all to hunt for women to kill.
- So is there any connection between Brenda and Aisha?
I mean, is this guy directing his anger at women,
towards anyone he can find?
Or is there more to that story?
- I am still digging into that.
- Uh, hey, you know how we asked SCORCH
to keep the fake profile live
just in case Austin logged back on?
Well, he just matched with someone, set up a coffee date.
- For when? - Uh, 20 minutes, Central Park.
- He's gonna kill again.
[tense music]
- Okay, this is Austin Wending.
He set up a date with a 26-year-old woman, Sierra Macy.
They're supposed to meet at the fountain.
- Okay, you head there.
Me and Scola will cover the approach on either side.
♪ ♪
- Scola, OA, you guys got anything?
- Nothing yet.
- I got eyes on Austin.
Southeast corner.
Coming to you.
- I got eyes on Sierra.
- Copy.
- Excuse me. Are you Sierra Macy?
- Yeah. - I'm Maggie Bell with the FBI.
- Looks like he's heading towards the fountain.
He's heading right for you.
- Are you trying to meet with this guy today?
- Yes.
- Then your life is in danger. Come on.
I've got Sierra.
- Moving to intercept.
He made me.
♪ ♪
- Where'd he go?
We lost eyes on the suspect.
- Come on. We gotta go now. Go.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey, listen, I need you to stay here, okay?
Don't move.
♪ ♪
Come on. We gotta move.
[gunshot] - [screams]
[people screaming]
[gunshots]
- Shots fired. There's too many civilians.
♪ ♪
- Scola, I'm gonna draw him out.
- Copy that.
- And Scola, don't miss.
[gunshot]
Suspect down. I repeat, suspect down.
- Guys.
Stay with them.
- We got a problem. Same mask, same coat.
This ain't Austin Wending.
- Our killer had an accomplice.
♪ ♪
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Sierra, we have a few questions we'd like to ask you
to stop this from happening again.
You up for it?
- Of course. I mean, if it'll help.
- Hopefully, it will.
- You were supposed to meet a man
named Patrick here today, right?
- Yeah. - Well, that wasn't him.
He used his profile to lure you here.
Do you recognize this man?
- That's Geoff.
Uh, Geoff Slocumb.
- How do you know Geoff?
- We matched on SCORCH a couple months ago.
- Did anything happen between you two
that would make him wanna target you?
- He was fine when we were chatting,
but when we met up in person, he was...
off, entitled.
I was glad when the date was over.
But when I told him that I was not interested, he just--
- He didn't take the hint.
- He sent flowers to my office, kept showing up on my block.
I don't downvote a lot of guys on the app,
but someone had to warn other girls
from making the same mistake.
- Did Geoff mention a friend named Austin?
- [chuckles] I did not get the sense
that Geoff had many friends.
- Look, I'm sorry this happened to you.
- Mm.
You know, I was about to give up on the dating apps
when I saw Patrick's profile.
He was handsome and we liked all the same things.
- Mm.
- I thought I'd finally found a good guy.
I'd gotten lucky.
[scoffs] And none of that was real.
- So two attackers,
Austin Wending and this guy, right?
Both dressed the same, both partial to--
- To homemade napalm.
They think they're soldiers in a war.
- There's more.
Internal data from SCORCH's corporate office.
- A list of the women
that downvoted our shooter on the app.
- [sighs]
[suspenseful music]
- Yeah, contact both of them.
- Hey, we think we figured out what's driving today's attacks.
- Yeah.
Austin Wending and Geoff Slocumb
both struggled with rejection on the SCORCH app
and bonded over it on the BLKPILL message board,
expressing a desire to, quote,
"Flip the power on these women."
- And what power do these women have over them?
- Their ability to cast a vote on SCORCH.
Austin and Geoff are targeting women
who have torpedoed their ratings on the app,
rendering them undateable.
- I thought the ratings were anonymous.
So how would they know who downvoted them?
- Unclear, but they definitely knew.
This list is from Geoff Slocumb's bag.
We're presuming Austin has a list of the women
who downvoted him too.
- Okay, so we need to figure out
how they got their hands on this data.
- Well, I tried reaching out to our contact at the app,
but she's not getting back to me.
- Well, we don't have time to wait for them
to stop dragging their heels.
- SCORCH CEO Aimee Fenway is speaking on a couple panels
at Paul Revere and Hudson today.
What if we appealed to her directly?
- Yeah, let's get agents over there to talk to her.
If Austin is in the wind,
those women are still in danger.
- You don't understand.
I was assaulted by someone I met in a dating app.
That's why I created SCORCH.
It wasn't about the tech.
It was about making online dating safer for women.
And now it's being used as a tool to kill them?
This is a nightmare.
- We are gonna put a stop to it,
but in order to do that, Ms. Fenway,
we need to know how Austin and his accomplice got this list.
- The hell? That's impossible.
- Not if the attackers hacked your system.
- No way.
This isn't just AES-128 bit encrypted,
it's internal profile data.
You can only view it with a dev team login.
- Then that means
the person endangering these women works for you.
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
- Damn it.
Yes. Cody Suarez.
He's a freelance engineer.
He does some backend work for us.
Downloaded the profiles last month...
doxxed the women we were meant to protect.
- Okay, Cody Suarez, he doesn't just work at SCORCH.
He's also a moderator on BLKPILL.
He's been speaking with both of our attackers,
and he is the key to ending all of this.
- We need to take Cody alive so he can lead us to Austin.
Understood?
Let's go.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Red team, west side clear. Moving to floor two.
- Blue team clearing floor three.
♪ ♪
[nail gun cracking]
- I'll cover you.
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
- [whispers] Cover fire.
[gunshot]
FBI! Don't move!
- Get up.
Get up.
- FBI? I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
- He apologized.
- Yeah, he gave himself up right away.
- He would have copped to killing Hoffa if we asked.
- Well, we're dealing with a different profile
than our two killers.
Targeting women, burning them alive,
that displays a complete lack of remorse.
But this guy? - He's got a conscience.
- We can make it work for us.
- My place has been broken into twice this year.
I heard the door bust open and hid.
You gotta believe me.
If I'd known you were Feds, I wouldn't have attacked.
- You can drop the good guy act, Cody.
You're already looking at multiple violations
of the Computer Fraud and Abuse Act.
- Well, then there's the felony murder.
- I--[scoffs]
First I'm a hacker, now I'm a murderer?
- Well, you abused your access at work to dox female users.
You downloaded their data
and then got it over to your buddies at BLKPILL.
That's called conspiracy.
- Are you talking about Austin and Geoff?
- Mm-hmm. - It was a joke!
I let them know who downvoted them
so they could prank the girls back,
bother them at work, or send deepfakes to their friends.
What's the big deal?
- The big deal is, they were burned alive
because of you.
- What?
- Cody, you're looking at life in prison.
Now, your friend Geoff, he's dead,
but Austin is still out there, so if you wanna help yourself,
you're gonna tell us where he is.
I know you know these women.
This is Aisha Malik and that's Brenda Clark.
The only thing these women did wrong
was go on a date with Austin.
- I just thought...
they were gonna get a taste of their own medicine.
But you're saying they're really dead?
Austin really killed them?
- Yes.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Good.
- Good?
- You wouldn't understand.
- Try me.
- I barely survived high school.
I wanted to kill myself most days.
My parents told me kids could be cruel.
I just had to get through it and one day,
girls would see me for who I really am.
But they lied.
They never changed.
- So these girls deserved to die
because you couldn't get a date?
- Of course you'd stick up for 'em.
If we weren't in this room, you wouldn't look at me twice.
Guys like me and Austin and Geoff,
we're either not cool enough or tall enough or rich enough.
But the second Austin and Geoff
showed those girls a good-looking face,
they jumped all over it.
You can keep your deal.
These stuck-up chicks think voting us down
gives them power?
Austin's gonna show the world we're in control now.
- Whew.
- This won't be over until every one of those bitches
on his list is dead.
♪ ♪
- Leave him on ice for a beat.
Let him realize exactly where he is.
- Well, then what?
- Then have agents take another run.
- Well, ordinarily, that would make sense to me.
But today, Ian was able to recover some more data
from Austin Wending's laptop.
It is a tough watch.
- [screaming]
- That's Aisha's attack. - Mm.
- My God, he filmed the whole thing?
- He didn't just film it.
He went home and cut together a highlight reel.
Did the same for the murder at the Filmore.
We think he was gonna share it with his online buddies.
Just never got the chance.
So these--these BLKPILL guys...
I'm not sure I know what we're dealing with here.
♪ ♪
- Well, I wish I could say this was shocking.
- You've seen it before?
- BAU's been tracking the threat of incel groups
for years, and not just here.
There have been attacks in Canada, England, Australia.
- Okay, did you pick up any insights on how--
how we can flip this guy, Cody?
We need him to tell us where his buddy Austin is
before he can kill anyone else on this list.
- Incel identity isn't just about romantic rejection.
Right?
Depression, anxiety, and loneliness are all factors.
These men are desperately seeking what it is to be a man,
and they're finding the answer--
- In an echo chamber of online insecurity.
- To them, it's home.
So I'm afraid the more you push this man to betray his friend--
- The more he's gonna dig his heels in.
- Yeah. - All right, so let's say
that our agents can't crack the guy we're questioning.
Tell us about the killer we're chasing.
- Austin's BLKPILL posts
glorified other incels who chose violence,
so it's not surprising he went down that path.
What is surprising is his method.
Homemade napalm, filming his attacks.
There's a grandiosity there bordering on narcissism.
- He doesn't just wanna make a statement.
- He's looking for infamy. - Yeah.
The only thing missing is a public manifesto.
[elevator bell rings]
In any event,
you can expect his attacks to escalate in audacity.
- Okay, but how do we-- how do we stop this guy?
- [sighs]
Figure out who he hates and take her away from him.
But be advised, this is about control.
Challenge Austin Wending's right to be in control,
and it'll destabilize him.
At which point--
- He might be capable of anything.
- Good luck.
[suspenseful music]
- Hey, Jubal? Cody's a dead end.
He doesn't care how many women suffer.
- Yeah? Even if it means he has to spend the rest of his life
in prison on a felony murder charge?
- Yeah.
- But SCORCH sent us a list
of the women that downvoted Austin.
NYPD is assigning units to their homes
so he won't be able to get to any of them.
- Yeah, that's good.
But let's not pat ourselves on the back
until Austin Wending's in a holding cell.
- Might be able to help with that.
Warrant for Cody's phone came through.
Okay, he got calls from two burners this morning,
one from our dead attacker.
- Well, maybe the other one's Austin.
Can we draw him out? - Yeah.
Can you contact Austin's burner
but spoof it so it looks like it's coming from Cody?
- Absolutely.
Catfishing the catfisher now. - [chuckles]
- "Hey. Neighbors say Feds raided my crib."
- My crib, huh?
"That makes two of us.
But I have a way to take this to the next level."
- Next level?
That means any woman could be the next target.
- All right, we need to try and set a meet.
- Okay.
"I want to be part of the endgame.
Let's meet."
- "LOL, GG, Feds." Damn it.
- What happened?
- GG means good game.
- Game's not over.
I might be able to ping him from that exchange.
Okay, this isn't pinpoint,
but Austin is near Fourth Avenue
by Hudson University.
- Okay, does anyone on the kill list live near there?
- No, no.
He's going after the person
who empowered the women in the first place, Aimee Fenway.
Her tech conference is at Hudson.
- Get her somewhere safe now!
Go!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Okay, campus security has been alerted,
but the panel has already started.
- Well, as long as Aimee's here, nobody is safe,
so let's move her. - All right.
Why don't I hang back, keep an eye out for Austin?
- Sounds good.
- All right, team, SWAT's en route.
NYPD is setting up a safety perimeter.
♪ ♪
- Guys, I got a vehicle approaching at speed.
Could be Austin.
Okay, he's not stopping. [engine revving]
I'm engaging. Everybody, move!
Get out of the way! [people screaming]
Look out! Out!
- Scola, what's going on?
- FBI! Out of the car with your hands up!
Maggie, car was empty.
It was a diversion.
Austin's already here.
- We've got eyes on him.
[tense music]
- He chained the door shut.
- All right, people.
So Austin Wending has locked himself
inside the auditorium at Hudson where Aimee Fenway is speaking.
Shots have been fired.
We need eyes inside that rotunda right now.
- The panel is being livestreamed
on the Hudson website. Bringing it up.
- Okay. [people screaming]
[gunshot] - Nobody move!
- Where's SWAT? - En route.
- No, that's not good enough. We don't have time.
I want our team in there now.
- There's a tunnel that we can access
at the back of the building.
- Tell them the truth.
- Tell Hudson to cut their stream to the public.
- On it.
- Tell the world what you've done.
- OA.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry! - I don't believe you.
I don't believe you!
- He's spiraling. - Yeah.
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
- He's gonna burn her.
[liquid splashing]
- [gasping]
- You started this war.
This is the day that we fight back.
- We're inside. He has Aimee.
- You all started this war!
[scattered gasping and sobbing]
It's your fault!
Get back!
- Austin, it's over.
We have the building surrounded.
No one else needs to die today.
- Yeah? That's what you think.
- You're trying to make a point,
this is not how you do that.
- This is the only way.
- Does she have a shot?
- No, not-- not from that angle.
- Put it down.
- Not another step!
Maybe now you people will understand.
- No.
- Put it down!
- Not another step!
- Aimee, you're gonna be okay.
- Shut up.
- I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.
- Shut up.
- I know he feels like he is, but he's not in charge here.
- Shut up!
[gunshot] - [gasps]
[gasping and screaming]
- [gasping, panting]
[yelling]
- Suspect down.
- [screaming]
[fire extinguisher whooshing]
♪ ♪
- You reap what you sow.
You know, everything is so impersonal these days.
It's like we're not real people anymore.
We're just a bunch of online profiles.
And now there's two innocent women who've been murdered
because of a virtual thumbs-down.
I mean, It makes me sick. - [sighs]
Those guys were lonely.
And isolated.
I can see how they got lost.
- What do-- what do you mean by that?
- Well, they were looking for someone to blame
for their loneliness.
They find this incel community
where they blame things that are out of their control
instead of looking inward.
They don't realize it, but...
they're choosing to be alone.
- Hmm.
- So I asked the caller to describe himself, right?
- Mm-hmm. - For the EMT.
And the guy yells back, "Yo,
"I'm gonna be the guy standing at the corner
"with a python swallowing his arm.
What more do you need?"
- You know what? He deserved it.
He should have bought a goldfish.
- Oh, no, I hope not.
Without guys like him, I'd be out of a job.
- [chuckles]
I've been thinking.
- I already know what you're gonna say.
And I agree.
I shouldn't have dumped my baggage on you.
- That's not what I was gonna say.
I haven't dated very much since my husband.
And I don't wanna sound like my parents,
but dating really isn't what it used to be.
And I think that when you find somebody you connect with,
you gotta make it work.
[soft music]
Now, I don't have any advice for you
in terms of how you wrap your head around
what I do for a living.
But how do you feel about figuring it out together?
- [sighs]
Yeah, I'd like that.
All right.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
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