Anon

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[hip music plays in boutique]

Did you get lucky last night?

Of course. Did you?

[female voice] I am an open window.

Over infinity.

A whole new world on your wrist.

I am Giguere de Corto.

["This Ecstatic Cult" plays in van]

It's my son.

He hasn't returned my calls.

It's not like him.

You know what happened?

Detected in the Ether an hour ago.

You sure you want to see?

Yes.

I want to.

[staticky rumbling]

[footsteps crunching]

[female voice] Step back... Step ba--

[woman] I know where I left it.

You can see in my record.

I left it in the hotel bathroom.

Show me the maid.

Can't help you.

Well someone else came in.

It didn't just walk out on its own.

Wish I could.

We're leaving.

[door opens, then shuts]

You didn't show her what happened

a minute earlier.

Or what happened four hours later

when she sold the bracelet

to pay rent.

There was just something about that woman

that annoyed the f*** out of me.

At this moment,

my client feared for his life.

Don't do it.

I haven't done anything.

He had a split-second to defend himself.

There was no way to know

he wasn't reaching for a gun.

[lawyer] You can see from the infant's

point of view

my client cooperated fully

with authorities.

[lullaby plays]

[police sirens wail]

It's what he was doing an hour earlier

that concerns me,

and perhaps, a jury.

Your client's judgment was

severely impaired.

Let's discuss a plea agreement.

-Sir, there's...

-I see it.

Charlie, how are the girls?

Still spending money like I got it.

James Cray.

Shot between the eyes.

-An hour ago and change.

-Why is there a block on his record?

Charlie.

When do we know who shot him?

Take a look how it ends.

You're cleared.

[choral music plays]

He enters his apartment.

Five minutes later,

he's checking stock prices.

-That's when it gets interesting.

-Did I say I wasn't interested?

[static crackles]

[heavy breathing]

Sh*t.

Who are you?

He sees what the killer sees.

To hide himself.

The killers hacks

into Cray's Mind's Eye.

- Cray's point of view...

-What are you doing?

...now the killer's point of view.

He's looking at himself.

Before Cray could make sense of it...

Please, don't.

Please.

[gun c*cks, fires]

Who could hack a human being?

It gets better.

As in worse?

Look at the metadata time of death.

Timeline ends at 1810 and 24 seconds.

Jesus.

Not just the identity-theft

to hack the man's eye,

the victim's alone

when he's killed.

Or that's what it looks like.

Shooter has no signature.

No identifying meta trail.

What's the world coming to when

murderers won't tell us who they are?

Makes a change from picking up crazies

we already know are guilty.

We actually got ourselves a whodunit.

Two.

Matches another case.

Baltimore, July, also got his POV hacked,

also by a shooter who wasn't there.

[staticky electronic music plays]

What's happening?

What is this?

They thought it was an anomaly,

but now they want to reopen the case.

Last visitor

was of the female persuasion.

-The woman's ID?

-Scrubbed.

By the by, this doesn't get out.

Let the press gossip.

Officially, it's a suicide.

Charlie, this morning downtown...

I saw a ghost.

Face without a name?

Girl was a blank slate,

no digital footprint.

Thought maybe it was a glitch,

ran her again, nothing.

Another cipher.

Seeing too many.

Or not seeing.

-Send her to me.

-You got it.

You with me, Sal?

Yeah, of course we are.

[static garbles]

Damn.

Oh, Jesus.

I'm out of here.

What were you watching?

Show me what you were watching right now

or you're never going to see me again.

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