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Are you drunk?

You're swaying.

Not f***ing drunk.

I'm tired. I've been working--

I haven't had a drink for days.

Show me the last ten minutes

of your record.

You know what?

I've got to go.

[romantic pop music plays]

[static crackles]

[song skips]

Help!

Please, kill me.

Don't hurt her, please.

Don't, please.

No!

Mind's Eye hijacked.

Both of them.

The thing is, sir, the perp's POV...

I can't identify it.

It's got no signature.

No sh*t.

First responder.

I was in the neighborhood, sir.

Where is everyone?

On their way.

Who else is here?

Housekeeper.

She was downstairs.

[meows]

-[gunshot]

-[woman pants]

[gunshot]

[woman gasps, exclaims]

She's back in her room.

She's a mess.

I spoke to her.

Ma'am, can you describe the visitor?

[in Spanish] Long, brown hair...

Twenty-five?

I only saw her for a second.

Just us and her in the house now?

[loud thud]

That's one hell of a rat.

[whispers]

There's four of us in the house.

One of us is being shy.

Jam your transmitter.

[gunshot]

[fixture bursts]

Ah, f***.

[train grinding on rails]

[electronic club music plays]

[gasps]

Please, kill me.

Don't hurt her, please.

Don't, please.

No!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Lesbian couple.

Neither was out.

One...

daughter of a prominent Christian right

senator up for re-election.

In the last week,

the women had themselves removed

from each other's lives.

For appearances,

no easy task.

Dating for a year.

We're starting to get a picture

of our hacker

even though we don't have

a f***ing picture.

Lives in the Ether.

Makes her living covering up sub-crime

not detected automatically.

Secrets, affairs,

non-violent white-collar so-called

"victimless crime."

She's a master editor who cuts together

a believable alibi

to replace the unwanted act

in the record.

Most of all, she erases herself.

And now, her clients are getting erased.

Why bother to meet the client?

If she can do it remote.

She doesn't want a lot of back-and-forth

communication, leave a trail,

get intercepted.

Wants to be paid in the only

currency that can't be hacked. Cash.

Remember cash?

And here I was thinking

she was all about the personal touch.

She might be. Trace markers

are unregistered, but match.

Suggests she might have been intimate

with her victims.

Is that what this is?

No one gets to kiss and tell?

Wouldn't be the first.

Seems like every customer she takes

to bed ends up DOA.

And this girl has more than one way

to kill you.

Last night, when I was chasing her...

[light pops]

...that's where it starts.

She changes what I see.

The stairs...

the stretch.

They look normal.

Not to me. It's an optical illusion.

Which later disappears from my record.

And it doesn't end there.

At this moment...

I'm seeing...

a train at the platform.

A train that isn't there.

I swear to God.

[train roars past]

Real one could have killed me.

Placing a moving image...

over a record in real time...

It's possible.

How the f*** do we stop this b*tch?

We do what every one of the victims did

before they were killed.

We hire her.

I'll be the bait.

I go undercover.

The girl likes big shots.

I make it look like I work

in a brokerage house.

Get phony friends, family,fiance,

profile history.

All my online activity looks like

I made a success of my life.

A month, all to give us enough material to

stretch over my law enforcement career.

My new life's just going to look a little

repetitive to anyone who looks back.

Lester's got to be in on it.

He's a freelance contractor.

He should be safe.

Once I look legit, I do something

the new me wants to erase.

KRYSTAL:

23, Escort

Thanks.

Drink?

I don't drink.

What do you do?

Yes.

Thank you.

Naturally, I do what any guilty boyfriend

does after having sex with a hooker,

I call myfiance.

Next day, I get scared my girlfriend

is going to ask to see my records

so I try to contact our hacker.

Same dark Ether bulletin boards

used by the other victims.

We know her M.O.

She'll come to me.

Of course, we rule out applicants

who don't match the description.

Sol Grayson?

Changed my mind.

By the way, I'll need a boatload of cash.

She can see past our metadata, so

I don't want a cop within a mile of me.

Since we can't communicate without

blowing my cover,

we use a signal.

Don't look at me.

What can I do for you, Sol Grayson,

stockbroker?

I want to get rid of an affair.

-Well, not even an affair really. I--

-I don't care.

Cash only.

Let's go somewhere we won't be disturbed.

Your apartment.

When she does show, all we've got to do

is get her close enough

for Lester to scan her frequency.

We trace her chain of proxies

to her record of the killings.

We got her.

Drink?

I'm in.

Just like that?

Here we go.

Here's how it works.

Believe it or not, I got a policy.

To respect your privacy,

I'm only going to look at

what you want me to see.

Nothing more.

That is, unless you cross me.

Do that,

and you will wish you were f***ing dead.

Sounds reasonable.

Well?

A week ago...

Monday...

about 11-10-23-10.

I see her.

That the girl you want gone?

Yeah.

You want me to fix her side too?

I can leave a gap.

What if she looks back

and see it's gone?

Doesn't seem like the type of girl

who looks back.

Better not to leave it lying around.

She could use it against you.

Yes.

What do you want in its place

to fill the timeline?

Went to bed earlier than I did.

Problem is you called your girlfriend

after the hooker left.

Oh, yeah.

And I'm guessing it's the girlfriend

you don't want seeing the rendezvous.

If your girl looked back,

she'd see that the call isn't there.

A night at a bar?

Too many other people.

Complicates things.

I'll make it look like you were alone

in your apartment.

From another night that you were

alone in your apartment.

Luckily, there are a few to choose from.

No wonder you hired a hooker.

I'll show you what I'm doing.

It's all the media you consume

I got to fix.

How jealous is your girlfriend?

Anyone looking close,

especially another fixer...

they're gonna see the joins

unless I'm here 'til next week.

Worse things in the world?

You can't afford me.

Yes.

So business is good.

You'd be surprised what people want

to pretend never happened.

Any job you wouldn't take?

Help someone get away with murder.

Depends who they killed.

See ya next time.

I'm going to have to remove me

from your life, too.

This, tonight.

Where are you?

So strange to look at you and see nothing.

No name.

No data, nothing.

You must get a lot of stares.

I don't go out much.

And when I do, I keep my head down.

People think it's a mistake.

Why not use an alias?

I don't want to exist as someone else.

I don't want to exist.

You have a name.

I do.

What, is that it?

I don't mean to be rude.

I got another customer.

What about people with memories of you?

Like me?

You can't get rid of memories.

I can think of a way.

I'm going to take a wild guess

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