Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

about 11-10-23-10.
You ever met anyone else who can do what you do?
It's not the murders.
That was the beginning.
Why?
Doesn't seem to be an issue.
Drink?
We're leaving.
Someone made it look like I did it.
- Kristen. - Hi, Sal.
[gun fires, cocks]
Unless the gifted mind is a sick one.
unless you're looking for it, you would never see it.
Next day, I get scared my girlfriend is going to ask to see my records
Don't, please.
I swear to God.
I'll show you what I'm doing.
Oh, I see.
Don't, please.
Hacker for hire.
House arrest.
We know where they are, we're invisible.
Go home.
I want to.
I'm out of here.
- The woman's ID? - Scrubbed.
Before Cray could make sense of it...
Just 'cause she doesn't use the recog, doesn't stop us.
See ya next time.
Shit.
Shooter has no signature.
She matches the description of the last person to see Nees alive.
Face without a name?
Concentrate. Find a clue.
Feels strange, sir.
First responder.
[staticky rumbling]
Please, don't.
It's what he was doing an hour earlier that concerns me,
My God, exquisite.
Way above our pay grade.
[gunshot]
What's the world coming to when murderers won't tell us who they are?
Why'd you do this?
We can't control what we can't see.
No name.
I don't want to exist.
Yeah.
That I can erase?
or break the law.
When she does show, all we've got to do is get her close enough
Did you all like what you saw?
makes all crime possible.
The memory's not going anywhere.
No.
No identifying meta trail.
You're the anonymous proxy?
Now, I'm thinking that someone got into my life record and erased her.
Or nothing at all.
Once in a lifetime chance.
Who could hack a human being?
It's been elongated too, but...
What have you done?
[romantic pop music plays]
Well, now you can both look through mine.
I can.
Eclectic taste. A lot of mid-century modern, high end.